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“Can I help you?” it was hot in the kitchen. She had been cooking all morning, both ovens going, the dishwasher hissing steam, and the doors had been swung open so much to the back porch that the ac didn’t have a chance of hitting a cool lick.

He was standing there arm braced on the door, holding open the screen that same frown on his face as two days ago. Perry didn’t feel like soothing words today. She was tired, her sundress was sticking to her back and chest with sweat, she had flour up to her elbows and she suspected hanging in her hair. She whacked the large ball of dough with her fist as she stared at him her green eyes flicked with tension.

He was so damn stubborn. He’d been mad for two days, but wouldn’t tell her what was going on in his head. She had come out to the ranch to help him out. His cook had been sick. He had a big rodeo coming up and there was an odd dozen cowboys making camp around the ranch in preparation. They all wanted to stay here for the good cooking and the feel of the old west that still lingered on the Texas hacienda.

She thought she was doing him a favor. She had wanted to spend some time with him before he left for the season again. Loving a cowboy was not an easy job. There had been an impromptu dance the night she arrived. He had spent the night in a cooler of beer and talking with his friends. She had spent the evening on the porch watching, after trying to make conversation with the only two other females had proved unlikely. Not riding herself, and definitely not a rodeo groupie, there was little to talk about, and some of their stories had made her embarrassed to just listen. The only person that had seemed to notice she was even there was Jim’s brother Ted. He had chatted with her most of the night, rocking in the swing together and at one point, swooping her up to dance to a song on the radio.

Sweat was running at her temple pulling at her red hair, making it curl and fall out of the chopsticks holding the long mass in place off her neck. She could feel a pool between her large breasts as well. It was damn hot, and sticky. It was too damn hot to have Jim still glaring at her after two days of silence and the cold treatment. She unbuttoned the two top buttons of her dress letting air hit the tops of her breasts. Flour smeared across her chest then wiped off onto the dress across where her breasts pulled tight the third button.

“What Jim!” her temper finally heated to its point.

“Ted likes you,” his voice was flat his expression never changed, “says you’re a nice girl.”

Perry arched a brow at him and gaped her mouth. What Jim lacked in expression she made up for in open disbelief. She closed her mouth with an audible pop of her full lips closing together, “you don’t speak to me in two days, you’re going around looking like the world pissed in your bathwater and that’s what you got to say to me? Ted says I’m a nice girl?”

Silence, tension, not a word. The ovens beeped at their preheated temperature, the screen door at the front of the house slammed shut. The last of the cowboys heading to the barn for the bull riding practice, his boots clopped down bursa escort the stairs and he was gone. Perry took a breath. “Well,” she changed her stance to a relaxed one, ignoring the increasing anger from the dark, brooding man in the doorway. “I think your brother is a very nice guy too.” She began working the dough again with her fists.

His cowboy hat was pulled down to his nose. She could see his full bottom lip and his firm thin upper. His tanned jaw twitched every few seconds like it did when he was annoyed. He was wearing his flannel shirt with the sleeves cut out, it was unbuttoned and pulled out of his jeans. He was covered in dirt from working outside. She watched him from the corner of her eye pretending to not care her was there. The truth being, he was making it hotter in the room just by being there.

He took his hat off and hung it on the rack by the back door. His black hair was spiked and disheveled from being under the hat. His gray eyes now looked openly at her, he began walking towards the table in the middle of the kitchen Perry was working at. “You two looked real cosey the other night, real friendly like on my swing.”

Perry pretended to not notice he was closer to her. In fact he was rounding the table in slow steady strides. “He kept me company while you were entertaining your friends.” These were going to be the most well packed rolls of her life.

She could feel him behind her. His warmth hitting her back, “real cosey, he’s been talking about it all week” he was close to her ear. She thought she felt his hand touch her hair.

“I would think you would be glad that we two get along,” she spun around, one hand still bedded in the dough bowl. His jaw was still twitching. He was frowning so hard he looked like a kettle about to explode. She locked eyes with him. Determination. There was some hard determination in those gray eyes. She caught her breath.

He was steadily coming towards her. Her backside pressed against the table, his thigh pushing into hers. She leaned back into the bowl to keep from falling over. “You would think that, would you?” He was looking at her dress now. His eyes moving up and down over her face, the open buttons, the short skirt, the bare feet. “Well I wouldn’t mind but he liked it a little too much.”

He planted a hand on the table, pinning her between him and the rough edge. “You didn’t seem to mind him too much yourself.” He curled a hair around his finger and pulled it back straight from her curls. “He always did want what was mine.”

Perry straightened up and glared at him. “Yours? I am not one of your horses, Jim Rein….” His hands went into her hair pulling her in and kissing her. It was sudden and the hottest intense kiss she had ever felt. All the jealousy and pent up hostility was pouring into her mouth when his tongue pushed inside. All the anger and visions of his brother and Perry together pouring out into one long possessive kiss.

Perry was so mad at his stupid jealousy she couldn’t think. Then his hands jerked her hair free and twisted her neck to open her mouth wider and she forgot being mad. She only remembered how much bursa escort bayan she had wanted him in the last few days and couldn’t have him.

His hand reached for her breasts, palm squeezing and kneading the large mound firmly. His fingers moving to undo the next buttons while his other held her head to his mouth.

Perry shifted under him, moving her legs around trying to stay standing when he pressed his hips into hers. Her bare feet grazing his cowboy boots. She slid her tongue into his mouth, letting him have as much as he was giving her. All her anger at his stubborn coldness letting go.

He picked her up. She didn’t notice until she felt the cool counter on her ass cheeks. Her dress was worked up around her waist, and stripped off her breasts from the top. His body pressing her legs open in the corner of the counter where she had been placed. She stripped his shirt off, and was holding onto his belt buckle when he removed her bra and immediately began sucking her right nipple. This wasn’t slow lovemaking. This was pent up tension, coming to a boil. He was being rough and possessive. She couldn’t have stood it if he had been any different. She needed him too much to be gentle.

Perry pulled the belt free, undid his tight jeans and reached inside. Her hand just touched the hard long familiar when he grabbed her hands and pinned them high above her head to the cabinet door. He locked eyes with her as his other hand moved to slide directly to her pussy. The touch of the rough fingers against her lower lips made her wet instantly. She had been wanting him, needing him too much. Two fingers went inside her steadily curling once deep inside, his thumb rubbing her clit in a slow circle. He watched her face. She locked eyes with him her legs opening wider, her feet finding grips on the handles of the drawers on the counter. His jeans rubbing her thighs. Her ass shifting to let his fingers in deeper, hips arching from the counter.

Both of them were fighting for breath. Tension thick, dead silence in the air minus their ragged breaths. Suddenly, his face melted. His lips turned soft, his eyes liquid blue when he buried his face into her neck and drove in home.

She let out a loud gush of air when he buried himself completely into her on first stroke. She didn’t have time to take another deep breath before he was moving in and out fast. Still pinning her hands high to the counter, his thumb pressed down on her clit as he fucked her harder than he had ever before.

His lips sucked in her ear lobe, grazing the skin with his teeth, his stubbled jaw making her neck tingle. His thumb making her surge with pleasure everytime he thrust inside. She caught her breath again, letting it out in a moan.

He bit her shoulder then, moving his hands both to her breasts and kneading them, pulling at her nipples with his rough fingers. Perry wrapped her legs around his hips; her arms around his neck, letting her nails pull at the skin of his neck.

He took his hands and scooped them under her ass, lifting her off the counter to tilt onto his hard cock. She clung to him, ankles locked behind his back, escort bursa her back on the counter. He drove in deeper hard strokes pushing her back into the counter at an odd angle. His hands on her ass slamming her into him hips she could feel his balls slapping her ass.

All the long hot afternoons, tense stares, uncomfortable silences where coming to a head. They were fucking and fighting at the same time, trying to break the tension that was too thick. Both giving as much as the other got. Perry clinging with nails in his shoulder blades, biting at his lip and chin. Jim fully possessing her by fucking her as hard as he could, needing to feel branded inside of her skin.

Too much tension and too intense pleasure can’t last forever. Time stood still for a few moments until Perry felt the long coil of pleasure begin to roll in her belly. She pressed her legs higher on her lover, moaning against his lips.

Jim stopped, and placed her back on the counter. Holding her waist and taking long slow strokes. He took her mouth with his and rubbed his thumb over her aching clit. Perry exploded in his arms. Each loud scream, caught in her throat and was pulled onto the tongue of her lover. His hands curled around her shoulders and he began to thrust harder, jerking her almost off the counter.

His own release soon coming, he felt her wetness slip between them and his own came too. Now it was Perry’s turn to kiss his sounds away before the wondering cowboys came in to inspect the kitchen. He ground out a low grunt each thrust he made until the last of him was spent.

They stayed locked to each other for a long moment. Sweat making their bodies slick against each other and sticky at the same time. Both trying to catch their breath. Jim’s head buried in her shoulder, his arms holding her to him.

With a sigh, he pulled her dress back over her shoulders and stepped back from her. His face relaxed, and tender. He placed a palm to her cheek and stroked her swollen lip; he could already see a swelling on her neck. He had left a love bruise on her like a teenaged fool.

She slid down from the counter, her legs shaky. He held her up his hands on her ass under her skirt kneading the flesh against his hips. Her eyes searched his face. He smiled so did she. She leaned into his chest, her forehead resting on his chin.

“I’m glad you worked that out of your system,” she kissed the skin at his throat.

He kissed her forehead and hugged her to him, “me too,” his voice was relaxed. “I get a little jealous sometimes.”

Perry stroked his back, “Jim you know where my heart always is”

He grunted.

“But this don’t mean you own me,” she mumbled into his neck.

“I know,” he slid his hand back to her wet pussy, his fingers easily sliding along the lips until she tensed again, “but it’s a good down payment I’d say.”

“We’ll see about that,” Perry moved away from him and put the counter between them. “I’m going to go get cleaned up.” She headed up the stairs then turned. “This down payment?”

Jim smiled at her, crossing his hands over his chest after zipping his pants. “Hmm mmm?”

“Think your brother would make me a similar offer?” she took the stairs two at a time to get ahead of him. She made it to the bathroom door before he caught her up around the waist bolting the bathroom door before pulling her in the shower.

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We were comfortably resting on my couch. It was her first time to my place and we agreed that she would come over provided no sex was involved. Up to this point, we had met for lunch, met for a dinner and went to a movie together. I had very much enjoyed her company to this point, and had discovered a few items about her that you just cannot know from internet chatting alone. First, she had very long blonde hair that framed her face in a very seductive manner, and second, that she had a tendency to look slightly downwards whenever our eyes would meet. Both traits would be important to the future of this true story.

Watching TV, I started instinctively to caress her neck and shoulders, occasionally caressing her arms and hands as well. She knew this would be happening as I was very open about my tendency to caress. She had told me that she would be fine with it and not to worry. She had also told me (through our frequent chats) that she had been on many dates and had excellent “control” over the men she dated. Her meaning was that, typically, she called the shots when with a man. This included sex, where she enjoyed being more controlling, as she put it.

While caressing her neck and shoulders, I would occasionally run my fingers thru her hair. I would start with my fingers near the back of her neck, and slowly allow my fingers to slide up to the base of her head. After softly caressing her head a moment, I softly gripped her hair ever-so-slightly and received my first “lesson” about her body and responses to what I was doing. When my hand touched her head, she would start pressing back against my hand. When I ever-so-softly gripped her hair, she let out an involuntary, barely audible moan and her breathing changed slightly.

I asked her if she was feeling comfortable with my caresses of her head and hair, and she replied that it felt nice, so I continued. Only I started getting a little more aggressive as I did. Now I would grip her hair more firmly as I caressed and found that as I applied ever-more subtle pressure with my grip, I was rewarded by ever-more noticeable reactions from her each time I did. Now I turned my attention to other areas of her body to see what else I could learn about her reactions.

I started touching her arm again with very light touches of my fingernails. As they trailed along the inside of her arm, barely touching her elbow at the crook of her arm, I heard her breath take a sudden jump so I lingered there for a few moments. This was a woman that thoroughly enjoyed being teased I surmised. illegal bahis For all her statements about naturally being a controlling woman, I was starting to learn that he had natural submissive tendencies that even she was not aware of. This was a VERY interesting game to me, so I continued my exploration in more provocative ways.

First, I gently lifted her hand and started kissing it lightly. I made sure to barely touch the back of her hand with my tongue as I did. I wanted her to feel my tongue, but in a subtle way at first. I continued kissing her wrist and then her arm. She just looked at me as I did this, her arm in a slightly awkward position of being held straight out by me at this point. This exposed her inner elbow to my mouth, and I took advantage of this by very, very softly nibbling on the inside of her arm. I made sure to gently lick the crease along her elbow as well, taking my time as I did. Again I was rewarded with a reaction. This time, she had to shift her body around more and more. She was actually starting to wiggle her bottom around.

Knowing that I was making her squirm and that I was reading her every movement properly was enough to make me hard. We had agreed that no sex would be involved that night, and I used this to great advantage in light of the discovery that she could barely conceal her sexual excitement when being teased like this. At this point, she rested her head on my chest while I slowly stroked her hair along the side of her face. I started caressing her face softly with my thumb, each stroke bringing my thumb closer and closer to her mouth until I started barely touching her lower lip. I caressed her lower lip softly, making sure that I also caressed the place where her lips meet. At first, I could feel her chest heave slightly as she inhaled deeply, and then came the first of her attempts to kiss my thumb. The kisses were very innocent at first, gradually becoming more urgent as she would occasionally touch my thumb with her tongue. I waited until she started trying to suck my thumb to remove my thumb from her lips. She let out an audible moan of disappointment at that, until I reached up and gripped her hair slightly, pulling her face up for me to give her the first kiss of the evening.

She had a look on her face that I needed to learn. It was a combination of lust with a sort of confusion. I realized that she had not been “played with” this way before, and she was VERY aware that her reactions were not what she expected of herself. I made sure to continue the teasing when I kissed her. illegal bahis siteleri She wanted and expected a deep, passionate kiss. I only lightly kissed her on the mouth, using my soft grip of her hair to slightly turn her face away right afterwards. I used that angle to start lightly licking the corner of her mouth very softly, allowing my tongue to lightly lick her lower lip exactly where my thumb had been playing earlier. She tried to move her head and use her tongue against mine, but I increased the pressure on her hair to prevent that from happening. I continued to barely touch her lips with my tongue and made sure to apply extra pressure in the corner of her mouth this time. She tried sticking her tongue at the corner of her mouth for me to play with, but I suddenly stopped kissing her and restarted caressing her hair and head again.

Now when I placed my thumb against her cheek, she turned her head immediately and started tonguing it while trying to suck on it. I quickly moved my hand to prevent that from happening and started caressing her side at this point. I would allow my hand to firmly caress her side down to her hip, then very slowly, but lightly caress up wards until my hand touched the very side of her breast. I made sure to barely touch her breast each stroke, only also allowing my hand to proceed further and further down her breast, while still not quite touching her nipple area. She attempted to shift her weight to allow me better access to her breasts, but I held her shoulder in place and continued my caressing as I was doing.

At this point, she started trying to take control. She had been returning my caresses by moving her hands along my chest and shoulders. Now she decided to be more aggressive to get what she wanted. Her hands started slowly gliding down my chest towards my cock. She was trying to tease me back by running her hands along the waistband of my pants, and as soon as she started trying to touch my cock thru my pants, I quickly grabbed her and turned her to face me – her shoulder in my lap. At that point, I kissed her very hard while running my hand thru her hair. She let out an audible moan at that. I suddenly gripped her hair tightly and pulled her head away. She gasped as I tilted her head forcefully back and exposing her neck to my tongue. I held her hair firmly as I tongued her neck and throat, lightly trailing my tongue up to her chin. I slowly let my tongue move up over her chin and rest against her bottom lip. I lightly teased her lip by making my tongue slide softly from left canlı bahis siteleri to right along the bottom of her lip. Then I kissed her hard again. Only this time, I released her hair and cupped her face gently as I did.

At this point, I allowed her to move as she wished. She immediately went for my belt. I stopped her and told her, “No sex, remember?” At that, she said she wanted it, but I refused. I told her I am a man of my word. I would not have sex with her that evening. She looked me in the eyes and told me that he could convince me, and then proceeded to move down and start mouthing my cock thru my pants, blowing hot air on my head and then gripping the head into her mouth. She pressed her tongue hard against my head to make sure I felt it thru my pants, and in response I gripped her hair tightly and forced her head away. She tried a few times to get back onto my cock, but I wouldn’t let her touch me. I knew she was very, very sexually stimulated at this point, and I was about to find out yet another thing about her that neither of us knew.

As she struggled to get to my cock, I told her that when we DID have sex, that I was going to part her thighs (which I forcefully did at this point), place my fingers into her pussy (and I stroked her pussy thru her pants as I described it) and then go down on her. I described in great detail what my tongue was capable of doing and how I would lick her, when I heard her slightly moan and tremble….she had just had a small orgasm by my words! I kept talking to her while caressing her hair and head. Each new pronouncement of intention was met by another orgasm. After she had four orgasms, I told her it was time to take her home.

As I drove her home, she told me that no one had ever controlled her like I did. That she had experienced something that confused her about herself, and that she wanted more. I told her that she would get more, much more…next time we met. After walking her to her door, we kissed lightly and I left. On coming home, I had a message on my answering machine from her asking to chat online a moment. I sent her a message stating I was online and she told me she wanted to chat a while. I told her no, that I was going to bed. She replied with a question, asking me if I KNEW that she had cum four times that night without being sexually touched. I told her I knew that, and had learned a great deal about her. More than she realized. I told her that we would be having a tremendous time together in the near future. She asked me to give her one example of what I learned, and I simply wrote out the words, “Cum hard for me right now baby!” At that, she came…simply by reading the words. She wrote back, “OMG!” and I said, “Goodnight.”

The next story covers our first sexual experience together. Stay tuned.

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Chapter Seven

Our love nest was broken up, though, by the reappearance of a forgotten member of the family. One Saturday afternoon the phone rang. “Is this Tommy?” a man’s voice asked, friendly like a salesman.

“Uh…yeah.” I wondered who it was.

“Hey, guy, this is your dad, Jacquot. You probably don’t remember me, but I sure remember you. How’s it goin’? Say, I need to talk to mom.”

I went and told Diana, “There’s a man on the phone…he says he’s my dad.”

Her lively face froze and drained of color. She shut her eyes in shock. “What could he….” she mumbled. Her hand moved towards her mouth, and her teeth pressed distractedly on the knuckle of her thumb. After a long pause she shook her head to clear it and stood up. “I’ll talk to him,” she said decisively.

When she closed the door to the living room, I instantly resented it: What were they saying that she didn’t want me to hear?

I was sulking in the kitchen when she came out. Her face was pinched and her chin sagged. She looked at me, then past me. “Your father’s been in prison…a long time. He just got out.”

“What does he want?” I asked suspiciously.

“I think he wants…a family.”

My stomach clenched with dread. I knew what he wanted: Her! Exactly what I wanted. What if she liked him better than me? She must’ve liked him quite a lot…and liked doing it with him. After all, that’s how I got here. With the urge to put him in a bad light, I asked, “Why’d he go to prison?”

“Don’t know,” Diana said. “Maybe he’ll tell us tonight.”

“Tonight?”

“He’s coming to dinner.”

The threat spread its tension up to my chest and throat. “You just invited him?” My voice cracked. “You didn’t check with me?”

She gave me a sharp, puzzled look. “I thought you’d want to meet him. He’s your father!”

“Do you want to see him?” I tried to make it sound like a question, but it was really an accusation.

“Well…yeah. I’m curious…what happened to him…what he’s like now.” Diana appraised me keenly. As she tilted her head, her thick chestnut hair draped over her shoulder, and she cupped her chin with her small fist. “Tommy, are you jealous?”

My face reddened. “No! It’s just that….”

She took both my hands in hers and kissed my cheek, which made it even redder. “Don’t worry. I lost interest in Jacquot a long time ago.” She gave me a look that wrapped me up with her eyes, and my fear lessened. “He gave me you. That’s the only reason he’s important to me.” She squeezed my hands and shook my arms back and forth. “But we need to see him. You especially. You should know your father.”

My father. I used to wonder about him: what he was like, what he was doing now, what he thought about me, why he never tried to see us. I would stare at pictures of him and then at myself in the mirror. I couldn’t see much resemblance but I thought maybe I’d look like him when I got older. He looked kind of OK.

Diana had some of his poems. I’d read them a long time ago, thought they were weird, but sort of liked them. I’d even memorized one, “Cascade Mountain Fights Back”:

Moonworts fiddleneck maidenhairs in the sphagnum

while pikas chirp revenge on you, armed-toothed narcoleptic lumberjack

in the double-bitted sprawl of the night. The ptarmigan widows

are gathering to bring you in. You’re a wanted Man,

the Man of the hour, but it was only an hour,

and now it’s over.

They can’t kill you—you’re dead already.

They can’t jail you—you own all the keys.

But they can drive you crazy

with agoraphobias of infinity

and old haphazards of heartbreak to a mescalero beat.

What it meant, I didn’t know. Maybe that was why I liked it. I also liked that my dad had written it and that he was out there somewhere writing other weird poems. He was this mysterious figure brooding in the sprawl of the night. I thought he was a jerk for running out on us, but I was still curious about him.

But all that was back then, before mom and I became lovers. Now I couldn’t see anything but trouble coming from Jacquot Funk.

*****

“Hey, long time no see. But I know it was my fault. Sorry about that. Thanks for having me over,” he said when he came in the apartment that evening. His voice had a hoarseness that sandpapered the edges off his words. Diana shook his hand but kept her arm stretched out far enough to discourage a hug.

I was pleased by how tall he was, about six feet. That meant I’d probably get taller—so far I was only five-eight. His smile showed stained yellow teeth. He had short straight black hair with long sideburns, a droopy mustache, and a little tag of whiskers under his lower lip. His skin was pale, probably from not getting much sun in prison. Although he wasn’t old enough to have any gray hair, his face was lined and his mouth turned down. The long blade of his nose was crooked from being broken. His eyes were a clear, hard, brittle blue, and they kept darting around, pendik escort unable to look into yours for more than a second. “This must be little Tommy,” he said. I hated him instantly for the “little,” but shook hands with him, trying to give a firm grip. His hand seemed cool. “How’s it goin’, son?”

“OK.”

“Last time I saw you, you were still in diapers. How old you now?”

“Eighteen.”

“Well…that’s great…a great age to be. I remember when I was eighteen….” His voice trailed off and his long thin face turned wistful. “Old enough to know better, but too young to resist, huh?”

“I guess so,” I said, thinking about last night with mom.

“Hell…I just spent half that many years in slam.” His smile fell back into a frown. His skinny body was dressed in a denim shirt, thin jeans, canvas belt, and black, clunky shoes. That must be what they give you when you get out of prison.

“What for?” I was hoping it would be murder, something that would really turn mom off.

He gave me a mind-your-own-business look and said, “I’ll tell you about it sometime.” That sounded like he was planning to stay.

Diana was wearing pale lipstick and a black leotard, maybe out of nostalgia for the old Beat days. She looked great in black; it brought out the red in her hair, which fell to the tips of her breasts. The tightness of the outfit brought out her curves, which made me wonder if she was trying to turn Jacquot on. I had to admit they looked good together, her all in black and him all in blue.

On an impulse I ducked into my room and changed from my white T-shirt to a black one. With my jeans that made me black and blue, a combination of the two of them.

When I came back, Jacquot was talking to Diana. “…after all that time in a cell, get nervous in new places. I need to know all the ways out.”

The door is right there, I told him in my mind, then was sorry to be so mean.

“You mind if I look around…just so I know where I am, so I don’t get claustrophobic?” He tugged on the tuft of whiskers under his lip and gave an apologetic shrug.

“I’ll show you around,” she said with a cautious but understanding nod. Diana was used to the jitters people have when they’re just out of prison.

He’s probably casing the place, I wanted to tell her.

We had the upper floor of an old brownstone near downtown Denver with a view of the gold-domed state capitol. With its high ceilings, large windows, refinished wooden floors, bright rugs, and modern furniture, it was the opposite of a prison cell. Jacquot prowled it with lanky, loping strides, thumbs hooked in his jeans, nodding appreciatively, grinning greedily. Every once in a while the side of his face would suddenly tighten in a tic that made him blink his right eye. He gave mom’s queen-sized bed—where she and I had screamed last night in naked, incestuous ecstasy—a look that could only be described as goal-oriented. Glancing around the bedroom, he raised his eyebrows and tapped his yellowish teeth together. “Diana…you did good. What a crib! Hey, you come a long ways from that little pad we had in Five Points.”

“Well…it wasn’t easy…a single mother,” she said with a look that made him wince and look away.

He gathered himself and glanced back at her, his face older, sad, sincere. “Worst mistake I ever made was leaving you…running out on you like that. And you too, Tommy. Wish I’d’ve stayed…and helped you both out.”

It was hard to imagine what help he might’ve been. “Why’d you leave?” I gouged mercilessly.

He looked past me, through the walls. “So long ago…I don’t know….”

“Well,” Diana said, “you’re probably hungry. Let’s eat.”

“Yeah!” He smoothed his mustache.

We started with antipasto—a platter of artichoke hearts, olives, cheese, salami, cherry tomatoes, and jalapeño peppers—using forks at the beginning but ending up with fingers. Then we divided our attention between spaghetti with tomato sauce full of sausage and garlic and a crunchy salad of lettuce, carrots, croutons, green onions, and vinaigrette dressing.

“Hallelujah! I’ll say! Girl, you learned to cook,” Jacquot crowed, mouth red with tomato sauce, staring at her like she was dessert. He refilled his wine glass from the straw-covered Chianti bottle and took a lip-smacking sip. “Mmm…a lot better than that Red Mountain rotgut we used to drink.”

I had some wine, too, but didn’t like its sour-bitter taste. Why drink rotted grape juice when the fresh stuff was so

much better? After we finished up with chocolate ice cream and hot fudge, Jacquot leaned back in his chair glassy-eyed. “I thank

you, ma’am. Best meal I’ve had in … I don’t know when. Mind if I smoke?”

Diana shrugged. “No, go ahead.” She got up and dug around in a drawer until she found an ashtray. I minded, but that didn’t matter. I opened a window. Jacquot took out rolling papers and a pouch and started to roll what I thought was a joint. I perked up, but it turned out to be Bull escort pendik Durham.

“So … you got a boyfriend?” he asked her.

She turned her eyes on me with the trace of a secret smile. “No. Not really looking for one either.”

“Oh.” He crossed his long legs and tugged on his whiskers again. I was curious to know more about this seedy guy who was

my father, so I kept firing questions at him. Loosened up by wine and food, glad someone cared enough about him to ask, he got talkative. His family was from St. Paul, Minnesota, out of Boston out of Ireland. His real name was Jack Frye.. He’d studied English for three years at Carlton College before dropping out to become a poet. He worked as a logger in Washington State but quit because he hated how they clear-cut the forest. That’s when he wrote “Cascade Mountain Fights Back” as a protest. By then he was doing lots of grass and peyote and smuggling it in from Mexico to deal. On one of his marketing trips to Denver he met mom—the best time of his life. After he got spooked by the family scene and split, the biggest mistake of his life, he went back to his import business, expanding it to hashish from North Africa. Then he made the second biggest mistake. He started working for the syndicate, bringing in lots of drugs, making lots of money. They bribed the narcs but that wasn’t enough—the fuzz still needed a bust every now and then to keep the chiefs off their backs. So Jacquot, the new guy, got set up for a fall, then sent to Attica for a hard nickel: five years before possibility of parole. He got hold of some heroin in prison but got caught in a shakedown, so he ended up doing nine years, more time than some murderers do.

I felt sorry for him, he’d gotten a raw deal, but he was still kind of creepy, glancing around like somebody might be after him.

“You write any more poems?” I asked.

His expression dropped, and I could tell he wished I hadn’t asked. “Oh yeah, I’m always writing poems. I write ’em in the sky, I’m a sky writer now.”

“Tell me one.”

“I write ’em…and they blow away. You gotta be there. That’s a poem right there: ‘You gotta be there.’ My life is my poem…and it’s getting better.” He sat glum for a moment, then turned to Diana. “I gotta ask you something. I know you got a nice tight little scene here…and I blew my chance at it. I’m not trying to horn in…now that’s it’s too late. Understand? But if I could bunk down here just for the night.” Diana eyed him leerily and started to speak, but he continued faster. “I got nowhere else to stay. I’ll be gone in the morning. Promise.”

She swallowed, looked displeased, but said, “OK…just tonight. We’re not really set up for visitors.”

Jacquot sighed with relief. “Thanks. You saved me from all night in the bus station.”

I was furious. His sleeping here never occurred to me. I was expecting him to leave now. He could come back in seventeen more years to see how we’re doing. This was our Saturday. Mom and I’d had a great time last night and were looking forward to another one tonight. Who was he to break up our weekend?

But she made up the couch in the living room for him, and we all went to bed. I left my door open so I could see if he tried to sneak into her room. Imagining rescuing her from this repulsive rapist, I vowed to stay up all night. But at some point I fell asleep.

In the morning they were both already up, which made me wonder what had happened. I couldn’t help tormenting myself with images of mom and Jacquot—doing it.

She made waffles, which made me mad. How could she share our special breakfast with him? She even put amoretto in them; the most I ever got was vanilla extract. If she wanted him to leave, why was she feeding him so well?

We sat around the same table she had recently bent over and leaned on so I could take her from the rear. Now she was in the middle between Jacquot and me, which I resented even though she was closer to me. She should’ve sat on the far side away from him.

I felt sorry for my dad but still couldn’t like him. I was hoping he was on his way to Mexico or Tangier to smoke hash for the rest of his life, but he said he wanted to stay in Denver, good memories here, the best time of his life, a place for a fresh start.

Diana knew some companies that hired guys out of prison, and said she’d try to get him a job.

Her being a Public Defender really impressed him. “Hey, I bet you give those cops and DAs hell. If you’d been my lawyer, you’d’ve got me off. I never would’ve gone to the joint.”

She shook her head. “Let’s not try it. Don’t get any ideas about going back to dealing. The heat is coming down…harder and harder. And Cañon City isn’t any better than Attica.”

“Don’t worry, I’m all done with that. Stayin’ clean…as a desert bone” He stood up. “Well, I’ll be on my way…as promised. Thanks for everything. Good to see you. You too, Tommy. Maybe we can do it again sometime.”

“Sure,” I said, relieved he was finally leaving.

At pendik escort bayan the door Diana pushed a folded bill into his hand as she shook it. He beamed with gratitude, bent his rangy, mangy body down to kiss her cheek, and was gone.

Chapter Eight

“Goddamnit, I hate prisons…what they do to people,” Diana said when she closed the door. She lowered her head and put her hand to her forehead. “He used to be a bright guy…flaky but sweet. Now he’s…. What a waste.”

Mom and I walked into the living room and she collapsed onto the couch, her face contorted with sadness. I sat down beside her and held her hand while she blurted out her anger. “I’ve seen it happen so many times. A guy with some potential in life…makes a mistake, messes up…goes into that system…and comes out ruined. Now I just want to keep people out of prison. That’s what my job really is. I don’t even care if they’re guilty anymore. I just want to keep them out of those terrible places…so they don’t get more screwed up than they already are.”

“Did he go into your room last night?” I hated myself for asking but couldn’t help it.

She stared at me like she couldn’t believe what was on my mind. “No! And if he did, I could handle it.”

I could feel my eyes narrowing and my forehead furrowing. “What do you mean, handle it? Did you want him to?”

“Tommy, what’s got into you? Come off it.” Her irritated expression turned worried as her eyes probed me. “I feel sorry for Jacquot, for what happened to him…for what he turned into. But I don’t want him. He’s a turn-off to me. If he’d come into my room, I would’ve kicked him out. That’s how I would’ve handled it.”

“Oh…OK.” I felt better and a little foolish for getting so upset. Dad isn’t a threat, I told myself.

A couple of days later, though, he called and convinced mom to go out to dinner, just the two of them, “to talk about old times.” I stayed home and ate canned enchiladas while they went to our favorite Mexican restaurant. At least they could’ve picked some other place. I was in a rage, imagining them kissing over sangria and going back to his pad and doing all sorts of unspeakable acts. I felt unwanted and inadequate—how could I compete with him? I was just a kid. Part of me knew I was having an irrational fit, but I couldn’t get out of it. Because of our double relationship, all the passions between us were magnified. Love was squared, but so were jealousy and possessiveness.

I thought about going out with a girl to get even with her, but the idea of a girl—all that nervous, teenage inhibition—seemed ridiculous. I’d been spoiled for girls by having the real thing.

I was slumped sullenly on the couch watching Laugh In when Diana came back. I refused to look at her. She sat on the edge of the couch and took my hand.

“What happened?” I managed to blurt.

“Nothing happened. We just talked.”

“Did you go back to his place?”

“No, of course not.” She shook her head. “You’re really in trouble over this, aren’t you?”

My jaws were clenched so tight I couldn’t talk.

“God, you’re such a Scorpio.” She shook me by the shoulders and gave me an embracing look that filled me with reassurance; I felt the fear melt from my face. “Now let’s just sit here a minute and be quiet,” she said.

In the silence I could hear how loudly I was breathing. As a current of calm ran from her hand into mine, my breath slowed and fell into sync with hers. We just sat there, each enjoying the presence of the other. The enjoyment grew more physical as we felt this warm, pulsing closeness, and our breaths gradually grew faster, staying in sync. Finally she squeezed my hand and stood up and I wordlessly followed her into her bedroom.

Mom took both my hands in hers. “Look at me,” she said.

Framed by straight auburn hair, her oval face was unsmiling but calm, full of love. Her smooth skin seemed to glow from within. The corners of her golden brown eyes were crinkled. Tiny lines creased the edges of her full lips. “Touch your mother’s face.”

I brought my fingers to her cheek and felt its silky warmth.

“Kiss my lips.”

As I came closer, her face seemed to expand to fill my vision; my eyes absorbed her as I pressed my lips into hers. What had been a dull dark void inside me now sparked with light and chimed.

“These lips are only for you. No one else kisses them.” As she spoke, I could smell sangria and salsa. I kissed her again.

She stepped back. “Tommy, look at me here.” She pushed her chest forward and I feasted my eyes on the bulges in her batik blouse. “Now unbutton this.”

My fingers trembled as they reached towards her and undid the wooden buttons. Each one revealed more of her beauty: swelling décolletage, deep cleft of cleavage, lacy white bra filled to overflowing, ribs set far under these gracefully cantilevered mounds, friendly tummy with its dimpled middle.

“Take off my blouse.”

I eased her arms out of it, tossed it away, and reached immediately, greedily for her tits.

Diana crossed her arms over them. “Not until I tell you.”

I lowered my hands obediently.

“Kiss me here.” She touched the little hollow at the base of her neck.

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***Day One – Part One***

I don’t know about you other dads out there, but I’m a sucker when it comes to my daughter (Sofia). She has me wrapped around her little finger.

I’m a successful man and have my own business with numerous staff. I hire, fire, and make important decisions on a daily basis, yet, I’m such a soft touch when it comes to my baby girl. She knows exactly how to play me to get what she wants, especially when it comes to spending my money!

Take the other day for instance. She called to tell me she’d split up from her latest boyfriend—Andy, Adam, Anthony, or something like that. I’ve lost count and stopped trying to remember their names.

“Daddy, I’m traumatized and need a vacation to get over it.”

I thought she wanted to take a little trip to Greece or Spain with her friends, but oh no!

“I’ve found a great place in the Caribbean, Daddy, and I know you’ll love it.”

“What do you mean, ‘I’ll’ love it?”

“It fits all of the items on your vacation criteria list, Daddy. Seriously, you’re going to love it! Not only that, you need a vacation because you work way too hard. It’s time for a break.”

She could be very persuasive, and she always found a way to make any spending situation into one that’d benefit me. It was true, I hadn’t had a vacation in two years, I did work too hard, and I really could’ve done with some R & R and sunshine on my bones.

I tried not to sound too enthusiastic.

“So, tell me more about the hotel you’ve found, and how much this trip is going to cost me.”

There was so much excitement in her voice, I could tell she’d already made up her mind about the trip and there was no way we weren’t going to go.

“Ok, Daddy! It’s all inclusive, it’s adult only, and it has a private beach. There’s a swim up pool, three different restaurants, and a fantastic gym so you can train every day if you want to.”

The gym was a must for me because I enjoy my training. It’s an important thing in my life. I like to train every day because keeping fit helps me de-stress, helps me focus my mind, and keeps me in shape.

I liked the idea of it being all-inclusive, too. It meant I won’t have to think about how much anything is going to cost—we’ll just eat and drink as much as we like. The adult only thing was something I liked, too. I have no problem with kids, but I don’t want to hear or see them when I’m trying to relax during a vacation.

“Ok, Baby, it sounds perfect. Book it and email all of the details to me.”

She had a credit card that I’d given her for such occasions. The two-week trip was only five thousand dollars, including the flights, transfers, hotel, and all we could eat and drink. I thought it seemed to be a good value, considering.

We’re very close, and we talk every day, but I never get to see her much these days as she’s always so busy with her job or boyfriends. So, it was easy to say yes to two weeks away with her.

Katie is my Personal Assistant.

“Katie, book me out for two weeks, and would you mind coming with me to pick out some new clothes for the vacation?”

***

I know what you’re thinking, ‘Why don’t you do it yourself or go with your wife?’ Well, my wife left me eight years ago for another man…my best man, in fact! Not only that, but my taste in clothes is really bad, so I need help.

Besides, my PA is very cute, very sexy, and I enjoy spending time with her. She’s only twenty-eight years old, way too young for me, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting her. She probably has no interest in me at all, but I’m happy to have any excuse to get her out of the office and be alone with her.

******

Two weeks have passed, my new wardrobe is neatly packed into my suitcase, and I’m waiting at the Miami airport for Sofia to turn up…she’s never on time. (Her mother was the same way…always late. She said “it’s fashionable”, but I found it to be rude). I’m starting to get annoyed, but as soon as I see Sofia and that massive smile on her face, I can’t help but forget all of my annoyance.

Typical for her, Sofia has a trolley that has three suitcases on it, but she isn’t pushing it herself. There’s a good looking guy pushing it for her as she’s walking beside him. I’m slightly confused, ‘Is this her new boyfriend? Is he coming with us? What’s going on?’

As they get closer to me, Sofia starts running toward me with her arms outstretched and ready to receive my embrace. I don’t quite know how she manages to run in the heels she’s wearing, and neither can I understand how her tits are staying in the strappy dress she’s wearing as she’s clearly not wearing a bra. She’s practically jumping into my arms, and nearly knocking me off of my feet.

I love her enthusiasm for life and, as I hold her in my arms, I feel so happy to be reunited with her. As I lower her back down to the floor, I realize everyone is looking at us. Well, they’re looking at Sofia. Her mini dress must’ve ridden up high enough illegal bahis to expose her ass.

She’s not shy when it comes to showing off some flesh, and today’s outfit is no exception. The dress is a skin-tight, floral number that barely covers her ass and is showing off her beautiful, long, tanned legs. The top part of her dress is exposing a great deal of her cleavage, and it has two thin straps that look as though they could break at any time and allow her tits to spill out.

“Hi, Daddy! I’m so excited. I can’t wait to get going.”

She’s turning around to face the young man. I’m thinking, ‘She’s going to introduce me to him’, but she doesn’t.

“Thanks, Chuck.”

The young man is embarrassed by the fact that she didn’t remember his name.

“Eh, it’s Chad. My name’s Chad.”

Sofia’s voice is dismissive since he’d served his purpose.

“Yeah, well thanks for your help, Chad. I can take it from here.”

He isn’t getting the hint. He’s still awkwardly standing here as if he’s expecting a tip.

Sofia is clearly annoyed that he’s still here.

“What?”

Chad is awkwardly looking at me, then back at Sofia.

“I thought you were going to give me your number?”

By this time, Sofia has clearly had enough.

“Oh, yeah! I’ll tell you what, why don’t you give me yours.”

She’s taking a pen and a note pad from her handbag.

“Write it on there, and I’ll call you when I get back.”

Poor Chad. Sofia does this all of the time. She has no intention of ever calling him. She only needed him to carry her bags for her. It turns out that isn’t all! The poor guy had actually given her a ride to the airport, and he’d carried her bags, under the pretense that he was going to get a date. She’s so much like her mother.

***

Sofia is incredibly beautiful. She’s twenty-five years old; five feet, seven inches tall; weighs one hundred ten pounds; has the body of a goddess; and has long, thick, black hair. She’s every man’s “girl next door” dream girl. She has the face of a model and has been approached (many times) to join model agencies or do promotional work, but she wants to be an interior designer and takes it very seriously.

***

Having said that, she knows exactly how to put her good looks to use and always gets what she wants. So poor Chad is only the latest in a long line of poor guys that have fallen for her charms.

Chad is walking away.

“Sofia, I thought you were bringing him with you?”

Sofia is hooking her arm into mine as I add my suitcase to the trolley and start to push it toward the check-in desk.

“No, Daddy, this trip is only for you and me. We’re going to have a nice, chilled time while getting some sun and catching up. I’m all yours, I promise.

There was a hint of flirtation in that last sentence, which slightly confuses me, and I’m wondering ‘Is she after something? Does she need more money?’ I don’t care because whatever it is will come out during the next two weeks. I’m just happy to have my baby girl all to myself, so I brush it aside.

As we check-in for the flight, the girl behind the desk is repeatedly calling us Mr. and Mrs. Jacobs. I’ve started to correct her a couple of times, but Sofia spoke over me. It isn’t until we’re sitting on our seats, and the flight attendant also addresses us as Mr. and Mrs., when I finally find out why.

“Daddy, I got us a good deal by pretending to be honeymooners.”

This makes me laugh because she loves a bargain as much as I do…she got that from me! She’s saved me quite a lot of money, so I can’t be annoyed.

I feel slightly uneasy, though, as there’s twenty years between us—I probably look like a dirty old man—but Sofia puts my mind at ease.

“You look so much younger than your age, and I look a lot older, so it’s not a problem. We also have the same surname on our passports, so it’s an easy ruse to pull off.”

***

The flight has only taken about three hours, which is a shame as we’re sitting in First Class. I would’ve liked to have gotten more of my money’s worth, but it went very smoothly.

After we land, it doesn’t take long before we’re standing at the reception desk to check-in.

“Welcome to Paradise Mr. and Mrs. Jacobs. Here are your keys. Michael will take you to your room.”

The receptionist has a twinkle in her eye as if she knows something we don’t.

“Enjoy your honeymoon!”

I’m guessing she’s thinking we probably won’t leave the room for two weeks because we’ll be fucking every minute of the day during our honeymoon.

Michael is driving us, by golf buggy, to our room. It turns out all of the rooms are suites. They either have direct access to the free pool, or they’re on the floors above and have a balcony looking down onto the pool. We have one with direct pool access, which means we can practically swim our way around the resort.

We’re being given a tour en-route to our room, past the restaurants and bars, with a little detour past the health club, tennis illegal bahis siteleri courts, and the private beach. It’s idyllic. It’s the perfect place to spend a honeymoon, and I’m sure there are a lot of couples here on theirs, but I’m with “my daughter.” This isn’t going to be easy. We need a plan, and we need to chat!

The room is spectacular and has a huge bed as the centerpiece. Everything is open plan, even the bathroom, which has a large window between it and the bedroom. It means we can be in the bath or shower and look into the room (or vice versa) and the pool beyond. Not only that, but when the curtains are fully open, people can see into our bathroom from the pool and gardens, too. The shower door is clear glass, too, so there isn’t a lot of privacy except the toilet area, which is separate from the rest of the bathroom.

There’s a dressing area next to the toilet area, and a lounge area just before you step onto the terrace. The terrace has a table and two chairs, two sun-beds, and steps that lead into the pool. This is lovely, but there’s one problem—we only have one bed, and the sofas are way too small to sleep on.

I’m tipping the bell boy, who’s sweating profusely after carrying all of Sofia’s suitcases to the room, before I sit Sofia down.

“This is gorgeous, Baby, and I love it. But there’s only one bed!”

Sofia is laughing.

“The bed is massive, Daddy. We could put some pillows down the middle or, if you’re really freaked out by sharing a bed with me, I can sleep on the sofa!”

I can’t have her sleep on the sofa, it’s not the gentlemanly thing to do.

“That’s not right, Baby. If anyone is going to sleep on the sofa, it’ll be me. Unfortunately, they’re so small, I’m not sure I’ll fit?”

I’m protesting.

“No, I’m not freaked out by sharing a bed with you. You used to do it all of the time. It’s just that you’re all grown up now, but I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

She looks happier.

“That’s sorted then. Please don’t worry, it’ll be fine. We’re both adults!”

She changes the subject.

“What do you think of the resort? It’s even better than the pictures, right?”

She’s right. The pictures don’t do it justice.

“I love it, Baby. It’s beautiful. Did you know it’s for couples only when you booked it? We’re not a couple. What are we going to tell everyone?”

Sofia is giving me her cheeky smile.

“Don’t worry about it, Daddy. Just play it by ear…we can wing it. We’re both good at that. Just tell everyone we’re on our honeymoon.”

I’m still not convinced.

“It’s all very well telling people, but couples behave differently than fathers and daughters. It’s going to be strange, and you can’t call me Daddy because they’ll soon realize we’re not married and think we’re weirdos.”

Sofia is finding this hilarious.

“Ok, Daddy, I’ll try not to. So, what should I call you? I’ve never called you by your name, it’ll be weird. I could call you Honey, or Sugar, or something like that?”

She’s right. It will be weird to hear her call me anything other than daddy.

“Just try to call me Jack. I know it’ll feel weird for you, but I don’t like silly lover’s names. It’s going to be easier for me because I can still call you Baby, as I always have.”

As Sofia wants to move on, she over emphasizes my name.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine…JACK! I’ll get used to it. Shall we go for a dip…JACK?”

I’m desperate to get out of my clothes and have a dip, so I’m very happy with Sofia’s suggestion.

“That sounds like a great idea. Why don’t we swim around to the swim up bar by the beach and grab some cocktails?”

As we’re looking around, we realize it’s not going to be easy to have any privacy in our room. Apart from the toilet area, there isn’t anywhere you can get dressed, or undressed, without seeing each other.

“Sofia, why don’t you get changed in the toilet area first, then I’ll go in afterward?”

It seems like a good solution to me.

“Thank you, Daddy, but I’ll need a little time to find my bikini, and I’ll also need to adjust my hair, so it’s better that you go first.”

I’m putting on a pair of my new shorts because Katie said I look good in them, and they’re all the new rage now. They’re a lot shorter than the fashion a few years ago. I prefer the board shorts because these look more like little running shorts, but as I’m looking at myself the mirror, I like how they look. I’ve been training (hard) of late, and my body looks ripped. I’m thinking, ‘Not bad for a forty-five year old.’

As I’m walking out, Sofia is blowing me a wolf whistle and over emphasizes my name again.

“Wow, Daddy! I mean, JACK! You look really fit in those. The girls are going to love you. Who knows, you might find yourself a new girlfriend?”

I don’t want to point out the obvious (we’re in a couple’s only resort!) because Sofia seems really happy about the idea of me finding a new girlfriend. So, I’ll just play it down.

“Of course, Baby, but I’m here to spend some canlı bahis siteleri time with you!”

Sofia is kissing me on the cheek.

“I know, Daddy. I’m just saying, I don’t mind if you want to chat with other women.”

And off she goes to the toilet area.

As she finally emerges from the toilet area, my tongue is nearly hitting the floor. She’s wearing the tiniest string-bikini I’ve ever seen! It’s bright-yellow and consists of two, tiny triangles that “barely” cover her nipples, and another triangle that “barely” covers her pussy.

It’s so small, I’m wondering, ‘Is she completely shaved?’ Almost all of my girlfriends had a Brazilian with hair above their slits, but I don’t think Sofia has one like that because it’d be showing above the hem of her bikini, that’s for sure!

The shock on my face must say it all because Sofia defends her outfit without me saying a word.

“Daddy, it’s a Wicked Weasel bikini. It’s what everyone wears down in the Caribbean these days. I read up on it. It allows you to get an all over tan!”

It’s hard to look her in the eyes.

“Isn’t it a little revealing, Baby? I mean, we don’t want to give anyone a heart attack on our first day here. I just think it might be better to start off with something a little more…conservative?”

Sofia looks offended and she puts on her sulky face.

“Daddy, I don’t have anything more conservative. They’re all like this, so you better get used to it!”

Well, she told me! Sofia has always been hot-headed. There’s no way you’ll ever win an argument with her, so it’s always better to back down and let her have her own way. Today is no exception. We’re on vacation and I want us to have a great time. There’s no point arguing over a bikini, no matter how tiny it is!

Sofia is turning and walking toward the terrace door. This is when I see her bikini from behind. The string is so small, it looks as if she’s naked. I’m just about to say something, but think better of it.

She looks incredible, though. She’s obviously been working out, too. Her body is in perfect shape. I can’t help but notice her ass, as firm as it is, still gives a beautiful wiggle as she walks. It’s swaying in time with her long, black ponytail that comes down to almost meet it.

She has a beautiful skin colour and looks as though she’s been tanning before we got here—that’s the beauty of living in Florida—yet, I can’t see any tan lines? It probably isn’t the time to ask her about it, so I’ll save it for later. Or maybe not because if I do, she’ll know I’ve been checking out her ass.

After closing the door on the terrace, we’re walking down the steps and into the pool. We’re partly swimming and partly walking around to the bar at the front of the beach. Even though it’s nearly six o’clock, the sun is still beating down.

By the time we get to the bar, I really need a drink. By chance, a couple is getting up to leave as we’re approaching, which leaves two stools available for us. As we start walking toward the bar in the shallow water, I notice Sofia’s bikini has gone completely transparent.

I’m grabbing Sofia by the arm and trying not to make too much of a scene, or speak too loudly.

“Baby, your bikini! It’s gone completely see-through!”

Sofia doesn’t even flinch.

“I wondered if that might happen. Oh well, it’s nothing they haven’t seen before. Besides, that lady at the bar is topless, so I think it’s allowed here.”

I’m turning around to see the lady she’s talking about. She’s sitting with her back to us, but you can see she’s topless. Her ass is almost completely exposed, too, as she’s wearing a thong like Sofia’s. She’s obviously been here for a while because she has a fantastic tan.

She’s slim with long, blonde hair in a ponytail. Although I can’t see her face, I just know she’s going to be attractive. I’m not disappointed when she turns toward us and, with a Texas drawl, offers us the seats next to her for us to sit down.

“Why don’t you guys sit up here and have a drink with us?”

She isn’t only attractive, she’s actually very pretty. She’s friendly, too. Her husband stands up as we approach the bar stools and introduces himself and her as Pete and Lacy.

***

Pete is maybe six feet-one or six feet-two inches tall, well-built, and has a good body. He looks ex-military with a short buzz cut. I’ll say he’s probably in his fifties, definitely a lot older than Lacy.

I’ll guess Lacy is probably thirty to thirty-five years old—it’s difficult to tell. She’s perfectly groomed, with a full face of makeup, even in the sun. She clearly cares a great deal about her appearance, that’s for sure.

***

We introduce ourselves and sit down next to them. Sofia is sitting next to Lacy, which means Pete and I are sandwiching the girls. I notice Pete is having a good look at Sofia’s tits. They do look amazing! She has such a slim waist, so her 34C tits look much bigger than their actual size.

He’s also having a good look at her legs, or maybe her pussy, I’m not sure. I’m starting to wonder, ‘Is the bottom of her bikini as see-through as the top? If so, he’s in the perfect position to see, as Sofia is facing him.’ I want to look myself, but I don’t want to draw attention to it, just in case.

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The snowflakes fell thick, to the point where Justin could only see a few dozen feet into the distance. He ran a cold, ungloved hand through his hair, brushing white powder and ice off, and tried to walk a little faster. The snow was up to his knees even on the plowed section of the sidewalk, and his feet sank into it as though it were freezing cold sand.

The day had been a long one, and Justin was tired. His school vacation had been filled with more work than play, ever since his boss at the pizzeria started relying on him to cover for an employee on a trip.

And I’m stuck back here at home, overworked and barely sleeping.

Justin’s dad was on vacation. Both of his twin sisters were on vacation. Most of his friends were on vacation. Everyone was on vacation, except for him and his mom.

“I’m home.” Justin dusted snow off his jeans the best as he could and forcefully kicked his shoes off.

“I’m so glad. I was starting to get worried.”

Emily, Justin’s mother, glided into the living room. She had medium length chestnut brown hair, and it was fluffy and loose, as though she’d taken a shower and carefully blow-dried it afterward.

The robe she was wearing supported the idea, though the red and black garment wasn’t the sort a woman would normally pick straight out of the bath. It clung to her tiny frame in interesting ways, showcasing the cleavage of her large, shapely breasts. With each step she took, her bare legs stretched out underneath the bottom hem, giving Justin tantalizing flashes of thigh.

I thought I was going to be alone for this vacation. Having Mom here is torture.

“Hey,” said Justin. “Sorry, I had to work late tonight. The pizza place was swamped with orders and one of the dishwashers didn’t show up.”

“You are covered in snow!” His mom let out a gasp and began running her hands through his hair, and along his neck. “You poor thing!”

Her hands pulled his jacket open with gentle, yet supremely confident motions, and Emily slipped both her arms around him as she pulled it off. It put her body in close contact with Justin’s, which was hard for him to ignore in a number of ways.

Emily was one of those women that most men only ever got to see through computer monitors or during wet dreams. She was in her mid-thirties, and somehow, almost magically, still growing into her beauty. Every year that went by only added to the amount of sex appeal she could muster with a simple smile or a lingering look.

Justin noticed it less through his own eyes and more through the comments and questions he’d had to endure from practically everyone in his life. His friends were always curious about her, and would ask questions ranging from her favorite type of flower to the color of her panties.

Even Justin’s boss, Michael, routinely asked him probing questions about her. Sometimes Michael would even try to invite himself over for dinner when it was just the two of them at home, as he had earlier that night.

“I’m fine, Mom,” said Justin. He flashed a smile and attempted to push forward out of the entryway and into the living room.

“You are not fine, young man.” She set her hands on his chest and flashed him a concerned frown. When she looked at him like that, Justin felt as though he had to do whatever she said. And lately, that was becoming more and more of a problem.

Why is she so touchy feely all the time? I’m 18, and I’m not a little kid anymore.

Emily ran her hands down he son’s chest slowly, dropping to her knees as she did. Justin took a step back, or rather, he tried to. The door was behind him and his back pushed up against it, leaving him no room to escape.

“Your jeans are practically caked in snow!” His mom smiled up at him innocently. “Let me brush it off for you…”

“Mom!” Justin shook his head, but she was already brushing her soft hands across his jeans. “It’s fine, really. I can do it!”

Does she even realize what she’s doing? Her hands are only inches away from my…

Justin’s jaw dropped open as he felt his mom’s hand rub across his crotch. His cock was already half erect from seeing her wardrobe choice for the night, and now it was well on its way to being a full-blown erection. He stared down at her, getting a down blouse view of her breasts that was on the verge of being indecent.

Emily didn’t seem to notice or realize what she was doing. Her hand brushed the inside of Justin’s legs, and then along his shins, and then meandered back up to his crotch. She let her fingers trace slow lines across his hard cock, and even through his jeans, it was almost enough to make Justin cum on the spot.

“There we go! All done!” She smiled up at him and hopped to her feet, rubbing her hand across her robe and fixing her hair as she did. “See, isn’t that better? Your jeans would be soaked if you didn’t get that off.”

Justin opened his mouth and then closed it. He blinked a couple of times, avoiding eye contact as best as he could as his face began illegal bahis to heat up and turn a deep scarlet.

She’s torturing me, and she has no idea that she’s doing it… does she?

“Uh… thanks.” Justin hunched over slightly in an attempt to minimize the visibility of his hard on as he walked through the living room and toward the stairs.

“Dinner will be ready in a couple of minutes,” said Emily. “I’ll call you down for it.”

“Gotcha!” said Justin. He took the stairs two at a time, walked into his room, and almost slammed the door shut behind him. His cock throbbed, and he knew it was because of her, his own mother.

***

No amount of deep breathing was enough to calm Justin down. He paced his bedroom, biting back his frustration and arousal as much as he could. It wasn’t enough, and the painful bulge poking out against his jeans acted as though it had its own vote to cast.

It’s not my fault! She’s gorgeous! If she wasn’t my mother, I’d…

Justin shook his head, trying to dispel the line of thinking that his primal, mammalian instincts were leading him down. He sat down in front of his computer and opened up his web browser.

It was abundantly clear that if he didn’t take care of himself, the vacation was going to be long, hard, and torturous. So Justin did what any hormonal 18-year-old would, under the circumstances, and typed in the web address of his favorite porn site.

I can’t believe I’m doing this right now. Mom is still awake, and we’re eating dinner soon.

His body wasn’t on the same wavelength as his rational mind, and one hand began browsing through videos while the fingers of the other freed his cock from his jeans. Justin was young, tall for his age, and in relatively good shape. And in the back of his head, he felt slightly jilted at the fact that he had to find release at his own hands, rather than having a girlfriend to turn to.

Justin clicked through a few videos at random before one caught his eye. The woman in it was gorgeous, older than the man she was with, and reminded him of someone very close to him.

She has the same hair color and a similar body type to my mom. Does that matter?

He chewed on his lip and tried to summon the willpower to find something to watch that didn’t make him feel so guilty. His hand moved with a mind of its own, slowly stroking up and down as he watched the woman in the video taking care of the young man with her mouth.

“Justin?”

JESUS CHRIST!

Justin’s first reaction was to stand up, and he painfully bumped his knees on the underside of the desk. Moans were coming from the speaker, and it took him a moment to get the video muted. His hands flew down to his jeans and he managed to get them buttoned with only a split second to spare as the door opened, and his mother walked in.

“What were you watching, honey?” she asked. “I heard some weird noises from behind the door.”

“It was, uh, just a movie.” Justin was still breathing heavily. Strangely, having her in his room did almost nothing to kill his arousal. If anything, it amplified it, throwing an illicit monkey wrench in the form of his goddess of a mother into his plans to get off.

“Huh,” said Emily. “Maybe we should watch it together after dinner?”

She walked over to Justin’s desk and sat down on the edge of it, crossing her legs so that one of her feet came to rest on the inside of her son’s thigh. The smile on her face was devious, and she leaned forward in a way that unintentionally enhanced her cleavage for Justin’s benefit.

“No!” said Justin. “I don’t think you’d like it. It was long and hard to get into!”

“You’d be surprised at what I like,” said his mom. “Long and hard doesn’t sound bad at all. We could curl up together, and watch it, and just enjoy ourselves.”

She had on a pair of long, colorful socks, and let her foot slowly run up Justin’s thigh. It traced a line over his achingly hard cock and he had to stifle a moan. Sweat was beading on his forehead, and it was almost impossible for him to think, let alone talk.

“M-maybe,” he finally managed.

“You’d enjoy it, Justin,” whispered his mom. “I promise you that. We would have such a good time, watching the movie.”

Emily slipped off the desk, moving her foot back to the ground and leaning forward over her son in the chair. Her breasts practically begged to be fondled and freed, and she let them dangle right at eye level.

“What do you say, sweetie?” His mom’s hand ran up his thigh, drawing closer, and closer.

A timer went off from downstairs in the kitchen. Justin blinked, feeling like he’d just snapped out of a trance. His mom smiled at him, leaned her face in dangerously close to his, and planted a soft kiss on his cheek after a moment of consideration.

“Dinner’s ready,” she said. “I’ll be waiting for you downstairs.”

Emily pulled away from him and left the room. Justin took several deep breaths and just sat there, confused and aroused illegal bahis siteleri beyond reasonable measure.

***

Compared to the rest of the evening, dinner was a relatively calm affair. Justin let himself zone out and talk about work, and it was easy enough to stay distracted while reminiscing on the annoyances of the day out loud.

His mother worked as an administrator at the hospital, and Justin did his best to keep her share of the conversation focused on the mundane aspects of her day, as well. She smiled at him politely from across the table, but Justin could sense a hint of something hungrier and more dangerous behind it.

What the hell happened up in my room before? It’s almost as though she was trying to mess with me, or something.

“So, what did you think?” His mom flashed him a smile as she asked the question, toying with a half full wine glass beside her plate.

“Sorry, what?” asked Justin.

“Of dinner,” she said.

“It was awesome, Mom,” he said. “You’ve outdone yourself.”

She beamed at him and stood up, collecting the plates and carrying them over to the counter. Justin stood up and briefly contemplated heading back up to his room to hide out for the night. It would be the safe, sensible option.

Safe from what, though? I think I’m just imagining things.

“The snow is really coming down tonight,” said his mom. “I think we might be stuck here for the next few days.”

“That would mean I’d have to call out of work,” said Justin. “Not that I’d mind having a day off.”

“And it means that we should curl up on the couch, and watch that movie you were talking about before.” Emily took several soft, slow steps across the carpet over to where Justin stood in the living room. He didn’t turn away, though it felt as if he probably should have.

His mom opened up her arms and pulled him into a soft hug. Justin’s mouth fell open as he felt her body press against his. She was naked underneath the robe, and her soft breasts and perfect curves had the effect of an aphrodisiac on touch. For a moment, all he could think about was how good it would feel to put all of his objections to the side and grind into her.

I can’t! And she wouldn’t let me! She’s my mother.

Emily pushed her hips forward, letting one of her legs open and glide up Justin’s side in a manner that was undeniably suggestive. Her smile managed to be innocent and devilish at the same time. Justin wanted the moment to last forever, or better yet, to lead him even further down the twisted path they were flirting with.

He pushed his crotch forward, letting his hard cock push against her. Her body felt unbelievably warm, and the movement of her slow, regular breaths sent shivers of pleasure through Justin as her chest came into contact with him.

This is so wrong! She shouldn’t feel this good, and I shouldn’t even be feeling her like this!

Emily made a soft moaning noise and brought her eyes up to meet his. Her robe had slipped open a little more, exposing her breasts up to the edge of her nipples. She continued moving her leg in tiny undulating motions, as though trying to tempt Justin into taking things even further.

“Mom,” he whispered.

Part of Justin desperately wanted to set aside things like logic, reason, and the nature of their familial bonds, and just see what happened. Justin wanted to experience all of her, all of his mother, and the thought made him feel unbelievably turned on and a little disgusted with himself. He just wanted to see how far he could take it, and find out whether she would stop him or not.

“Do you want to watch the movie, sweetie?” His mom slowly let her lips draw closer to his. She ran her hands over her breasts, as though preparing to pull the robe open and reveal herself to him.

She’s my mother!

“I… uh, I have to, uh, email somebody!” It took all of Justin’s will, but he pulled himself back. He closed his eyes and took a deep, calming breath.

“Okay honey,” she said. “That’s fine.”

Justin looked over at her. She was suddenly calm, composed, and looked, well, like his mother. She’d retied the robe and wore it in a way that seemed modest and appropriate. It was almost like he was staring at a different woman from the one he’d just been hugging. She turned away from him and started loading up the dishwasher, scraping off plates and kneeling down to place them in.

“Maybe tomorrow we could, though?” asked Justin. His mother looked over at her shoulder at him and smiled.

“Yes, maybe tomorrow,” she said. “We’ll just have to wait and see.”

***

Justin slept surprisingly well that night. He managed to avoid thinking about everything that had happened until climbing into bed, and passed out fairly quickly.

Waking up was another story. He was dreaming about sex, and the subject of his dream was the most beautiful, desirable woman he’d ever seen in his life. Every time he looked at her face, however, she canlı bahis siteleri would turn away. She seemed familiar to him, but it was as though his brain intentionally short-circuited each time he tried to identify her. The name was on the tip of his tongue, and the tip of her tongue was on his…

“Honey? Are you awake?”

Justin heard his mother’s soft voice and slowly, with a great force of will, opened his eyes. He was lying on his back, and jutting up against the sheets below his stomach, like a newly formed mountain in the middle of the bed, was his aching erection. He blinked, and realized that his mom was staring at it, too.

“Mom!” Justin blushed and rolled onto his side. “Uh, good morning!”

“I just wanted to see if you were awake.” Emily glided into the room with soft steps. She’d changed into a nightgown, one that looked to be about a size too small on her, and it revealed a scandalous amount of curvaceous cleavage and naked thigh.

“I’m awake,” said Justin. “Well, I mean, I’m in the process of waking up.”

“It snowed last night,” said his mom. “A lot. I’m afraid to open the door! It’s almost up to the height of the first-floor windows.”

“Huh,” said Justin. “I guess we’ll be staying inside today, after all.”

“I guess so.” Emily smiled and sat down on his bed. One of her hands came to rest on Justin’s side, and then slowly began to glide down across his inner leg. Justin frowned.

It’s like she doesn’t even know what she’s doing. This is torture!

“Is there anything you need, sweetie, before I make breakfast?” asked his mom. “Anything at all?”

Her hand drew even closer to his cock. Justin almost couldn’t believe that she hadn’t noticed it. She stopped with the curve of her thumb pushed up against the base of it and began to hum a song he remembered from his childhood.

If she closed her fingers, she’d have my cock in her hand through the sheets!

“Oh…” Justin let out a soft moan and tried to think. “Mom…”

She leaned over him, letting her cleavage hang in front of his face.

“Do you need something, honey?”

One of her fingers brushed against Justin’s cock, and in his hyper aroused state, that was all it took. He let out a gasp and felt a shockwave of illicit pleasure course through him as he lost control. Cum sprayed out into his sheets in forceful, erratic spurts. The hot, stickiness of the mess he’d made immediately filled Justin with a deep sense of shame and regret.

The orgasm was powerful, but spoiled by the lack of real contact. But it was still something that had happened, something he now had to live with, and something potent enough to leave him speechless. He stared at his mom with his mouth open in a shocked, slack-jawed expression.

She didn’t even notice, or so it seemed. Emily ran a hand through her son’s hair and then stood up, walking over to the door, her hips swaying from side to side as she did.

“Breakfast will be ready soon,” she said. “We’ll have to do everything we can to enjoy the next couple of days. It will just be the two of us.”

Justin nodded slowly. His mom left, and he slammed his head back into his pillow, cringing at what he’d just done and feeling like a disgusting pervert.

“This can’t be happening…” he muttered. “What the hell is wrong with me?”

He took a shower, washing his body clean and wishing he could do the same for his mind. Justin rationalized away the incident the best he could. He’d been having a sex dream, his mom had woken him up, and it had been an accident.

It wasn’t her fault, it wasn’t my fault, it just happened. She was wearing that stupid sexy nightgown, and she was on my bed.

As he thought about how she’d looked, and how soft her hand had felt, his cock started to harden again. Justin glared down at it and began to feel the type of frustration that only a horny teenage male at the mercy of off limits temptation can truly understand.

He dried himself off, roughly scrubbing his erection in hopes that he could convince it to go back into hibernation. It didn’t, and after Justin had thrown on a t-shirt and some sweatpants, he cursed down at his conspicuous bulge.

Justin walked downstairs, hobbling over slightly in a futile attempt to reduce the visibility of his excited state. His mother was finishing up at the stove, scooping eggs and bacon onto a plate. She’d put on an apron over her nightgown, and it accentuated her already noticeable features.

“Here you go honey.” She smiled at him, dropped a slice of buttered toast on the plate to complete the arrangement, and then passed it to him. Justin smiled back at her and felt a small part of him relax inside.

She’s still my mom, and things are still normal between this. It’s me and my hormones that are making things weird, not her.

“Thanks, mom,” he said.

“Is there any hot water left? I need to take a shower, too.”

“There should be.”

His mother nodded and headed upstairs. Justin sat down at the kitchen table and ate his meal slowly. He even started to calm down a little. There was snow outside for him to shovel, which would keep him busy and out of the house, and he could play video games in his room if things started to get weird again.

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STATUS REPORT: Initial tests on Subject Alpha a success. All subjects seemed to be at a higher state of arousal than usual, to include Alpha and his sister. Need to get more data on what happened after Subject Alpha left the club. Perhaps we can convince Larry Cavettelli to hire Subject Alpha.

END STATUS REPORT.
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It had been two weeks since April had tried to teach Adam how to control his libido. Two weeks of near-complete success, and utter failure. Success, because he could control his urges more often than not. The only times he failed to control himself is when he remembered what April and him had done. Failure, because he hadn’t seen his sister since that afternoon, and she refused to talk to him. She hadn’t come home last weekend, and this weekend was shaping up to be the same.

Adam knew that what they had done together was wrong, but at the same time it had felt so great, how could it be anything other than right? He had called her, but she never answered. He emailed her, and knew she read the emails, but again, no replies. It didn’t seem to matter what he wrote, or said, she was gone.

His mom arrived home from work, and informed him that pizza was already ordered, and would be there soon. Adam couldn’t remember the last time they had had a home cooked meal. He wasn’t even sure if his mom still remembered how to cook.

“Have you heard from your sister? Is she coming over this weekend?” He heard her yell from her room.

“No. She won’t answer my calls,” Adam replied.

“What happened that weekend?” His mom asked as she came out of her room. She had on her usual evening attire, baggy jeans, and a loose gray shirt. “You have seemed calmer, but she couldn’t get out of here quick enough.” His mom had asked this same question numerous times, and Adam wasn’t about to admit to the truth. That they had fucked, and he had never imagined that such pleasure ever existed, as he had found that day.

“I told you. We got into a fight, and she stormed out.”

“I know you told me you apologized, but did you REALLY apologize, or just kinda? I hate to see you two mad at each other.”

“I tell you what, after we eat, I’ll go to her place, and apologize in person,” he told her in exasperation.

His mom walked over to him, and leaned down to give him a kiss on the forehead. “Thank you.” The front of her loose shirt dropped low, and Adam could see all the way to her belly button. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Adam had caught glimpses of her breasts before, but never this close, and only before that fateful weekend. With what April and he had done still fresh in his mind, his mom’s tits this close, kick started his libido. He stopped his hands as they started to travel up, and closed his eyes, turning the image of her smallish breasts into a blank white wall.

“Are you okay?” Her words seemed to come to him from a vast distance.

Opening his eyes, he looked at her again, and this time noticed a slight flush to her cheeks. “Yeah, just thinking about what I’m going to say when I get there.” He couldn’t believe he had almost molested his mother. What had happened with his sister was one thing, but he had never felt particularly close to his mother, and the way she had reacted to catching him masturbating… Well, his mom was definitely out of bounds.

“Let me know when–” His mom started, but cut off as the doorbell rang, “Oh, never mind.” She paid the deliveryman, and they sat down to eat.

Dinner was always a silent event. Adam never understood why mom insisted on eating together, since no one talked, but he was quite used to it by now. He couldn’t help but see her in a different light this evening, however. For instance, when the collar of her shirt slipped off her shoulder, he now noticed the pale skin that was left bare, the same shade as her breasts. She was always quick to pull it back up, but one time she had caught him staring, and then left it down the rest of dinner. And whenever their eyes met, they seemed to have a sparkle in them he hadn’t noticed before. He also noticed how she ate her pizza, and while he had never thought of eating pizza as a seductive act before, he did notice how her lips slid along the slice, and how they moved as she chewed.

Several times he had to close his eyes, and concentrate on the image of a blank wall, and each time it seemed to get more difficult to change the image.

“Are you okay?” Adam didn’t know what was more shocking; that she had spoken during dinner, breaking the usual silence, or that she actually seemed concerned. It wasn’t that she was cruel or uncaring, but usually she was so lost in her work, that even when she got home, her mind was still there. She rarely noticed her children, except when she caught them doing something she thought was wrong. “You look like you have a headache, the way you keep closing your eyes.” The surprises kept coming as she got up, and walked illegal bahis over to him, her shoulder still bare. “Would you like me to rub your temples?” She suited actions to words, and her hands on his head felt like fire and ice, paradoxically.

Adam leapt from his chair, his second slice of pizza only half eaten. “I’d better go. I’m not really that hungry.” He started for the door, ignoring whatever his mom said behind him. His only concern was making it out, before she noticed the bulge she had caused in his pants.

Safely in his truck, Adam gave a sigh of relief. He closed his eyes, but it took nearly five minutes before he could get the image of his mother out of his head.

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PERSONAL NOTE: Must be careful with Larry Cavettelli. He wanted to use the substance in the stripper’s body spray, but that would have ruined the tests. I understand the implications this can have for his business, but science must come first. Aerial dispersion is still considered the best option for now.

END PERSONAL NOTE.
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Carol shook herself as her son rushed out the door. She had never seen him act like that around her, but then she had to admit to herself, she really never did pay much attention to her kids. As long as they never got into trouble, or as long as she didn’t catch them doing something wrong, what did it matter?

But for some reason she found herself paying special attention to her eighteen year old son tonight. She hadn’t realized he had grown into a man. A fully grown and well developed man. Unbidden, the image of her son, his hand wrapped tightly around his large cock, sprang to mind.

What was wrong with her? All evening she had been having hot flashes. She was too young to be going through menopause, and it wasn’t that time of the month. She didn’t think of herself as a sexual creature, though she did know that a few of her coworkers had crushes on her. Sex just wasn’t important. Science, now that was something that got her excited! For eighteen years she had been married to her job, and always felt fulfilled with it.

Until tonight. There was no denying the physical reactions her body was having. Increased heart rate, clammy skin, she could feel her bare nipples rubbing against her shirt, and her vagina was definitely wet.

She sauntered to her room, and locked her door. She didn’t view masturbation as a bad thing (again the image of her son, grasping his throbbing hard on flashed before her), but rather as something necessary from time to time. She just couldn’t understand why Adam had to jack off so often. Why he couldn’t show more restraint.

More thoughts of her son, only made her vagina ache, and she efficiently stripped off her shirt and pants. She examined her image in the mirror, and had to smile. At almost forty, her body still looked as young as if she were twenty. Her B-cup breasts didn’t sag at all, she still had her slim waist, and if her hips were just a little wider, well, why not? She looked good, and even she couldn’t deny it. She took only a second to pull her brown hair back, and tie it with an elastic band, before she let her hands begin to roam over her slim frame.

Her fingertips teased goose bumps from her skin, and her nipples began to ache as they pointed straight out from her chest. She knew Adam would be gone for awhile, so she decided she was going to enjoy this. She watched the woman in the mirror with her sultry eyes as her hand began to dip lower and lower, across her abdomen, to the outside of her thighs, around the front, and then up. Already she could see her inner labia poking through and the tiny bundle of nerves at the top. Her fingers grazed the outer labia, sending shivers through her body at the anticipated pleasure to come.

Her right hand came up to her left breast, and began to circle her nipple, while she allowed her left hand to return to her wet crotch. She allowed one finger to slip through the middle of her lips, picking up some of her juices, and then ran it over her clit. As her finger finally touched that most sensitive of spots, a gasp and moan escaped her body.

She couldn’t remember the last time she had been this turned on. Was it something her son had said or done lately? No, he hadn’t done anything to illicit this behavior from her, and yet she couldn’t get the image of him naked out of her mind. Just like when someone tells you not to think of something, the image becomes stronger in your head, so too did the images get stronger in Carol’s mind. Despite her best efforts, she watched the woman in the mirror start to shake and shudder, moaning out Adam’s name as she came.

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STATUS REPORT: Larry has hired Subject Alpha as a bouncer. He begins work tonight. We will refrain from using the substance, and see how things play out. Still need to figure out a way to monitor Subject Alpha in his domicile.

END STATUS REPORT.
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He illegal bahis siteleri arrived at his sister’s apartment about an hour later. He had forgotten about rush hour traffic, and so it took longer than usual to get there.

For some while he sat in his truck trying to compose what he was going to say when April answered the door. After five minutes had passed, and he still didn’t have anything, he used the mantra his sister had taught him. 1… 2… 3… Fuck it.

He was out of his truck and knocking on the door, not allowing himself to think. He would figure it out as it happened.

The door opened, and an attractive brunette answered the door. “Can I help you?” He hadn’t expected or even thought that someone else might answer, or even be here. Only now did he remember that she had a roommate.

“Um… Minnie, right?” He stammered.

“Yeah. Do I know you?” He could see confusion and doubt in her eyes.

“Sorry, I’m April’s brother.” Adam wasn’t sure, but for a second he thought she had glanced at his crotch. April hadn’t told her, had she?

“April’s not here right now,” her eyes narrowed as she looked at him, then she opened the door fully, and gestured him in, “but you are welcome to wait till she gets back.”

He stepped past her, and couldn’t help but notice her perfume. She smelled of vanilla, one of his favorite scents.

She led him inside to their TV room, and he sat on their plush couch, nervously fiddling with his shirt, as she joined him in their living room. To his surprise, she sat right next to him.

“April tells me you’re doing great in school.”

“Yeah, I’m passing all my classes. I guess I got my mom’s genes there.” He was nervous talking to her, feeling her body next to his, and felt foolish for his answer. He kept glancing around the room, not wanting to get caught staring at his sister’s cute roommate. He always had a thing for women in glasses. She continued to try and tease answers from him, asking him everything from what his favorite subject in school was, to where he thought he might want to go to college. He was really beginning to wonder if he should just go home, and try another night.

“So how did you enjoy screwing your sister?”

“It was great, I… Wait, what?!?” Adam brought his attention back, replaying in his head what she had just asked, and he had answered before thinking. Minnie started to laugh at his expression. “She TOLD you?”

“Of course she did! She was in such a state when she got back from that weekend, I didn’t leave her alone till she spilled the beans.” She got her laughter under control, but he could still see it in her eyes as she regarded him. “I must say, you made quite an impression on her, and that is saying something, considering how many men she has been with.”

“Oh? She’s been with a lot then?” Despite himself, Adam felt let down. Maybe what they had shared hadn’t meant anything to her. Maybe he had just been one more notch in her belt.

Minnie didn’t seem to catch Adam’s tone. “Yeah. Normally she can keep herself under control, but get a couple drinks in her, and she will fuck anybody. Hell, even I’ve done her a time or twenty.”

Adam was shocked at her candor, but then something she said sunk in. If she only lost control when she had a couple drinks, and they hadn’t drank any alcohol that weekend…

Minnie must have misunderstood the look on his face. “Didn’t know your sister swung both ways, huh? I’ve gotta tell ya, she knows how to lick a mean pussy. Did you get to taste hers? She wouldn’t give me any details, beyond the fact that you did it. Oh, and that you had the biggest cock she had ever seen. I tell you, she got me so horny that night, I almost raped her. I’ve never seen her so wild.” She paused for a second, and Adam thought he caught her looking at the large unmistakable bulge in his pants. Despite himself, this conversation was getting to him. “Odd thing, though. Like I said before, she has always been in pretty good control of herself, but since that weekend and that night, nothing: no sex, no masturbation, no men, nothing.”

What could that mean, Adam wondered?

Minnie just kept on talking, though, as if afraid to let there be silence. “I normally have excellent control except when it comes to your sister. There is just something about her that gets my pussy soaking wet. But I do have to know… Are you really as big as she says?” As she asks, her hand grips his cock through his pants, and begins to rub. “My hell, that’s hard! It must be hurting you in those pants. I would hate to be a bad host, and leave my guest in pain. We need to get you out of those pants immediately.” Suiting actions to words, she got his pants open, zipper undone, and down to his knees before he thought to stop her.

Seeing the hunger in her eyes as his cock sprang free though, he decided to help, rather than hinder. He removed his shirt, as she stared, glossy canlı bahis siteleri eyed, at his turgid penis. Her lips moved wordlessly as she adjusted her glasses on her nose, admiring his manhood. Finally she looked up to him, “May I?” A nod from him was all it took, and he moaned as her lips stretched around the circumference of the head of his phallus. She was kneeling between his legs, hair dropping into her face as she tried to force more and more of it down her throat. He held her hair back for her, and marveled at the sight of this four-eyed cutie sucking his cock.

After the episode with his mother, and now this, it didn’t take him long before he felt the churning in his balls that was the precursor to his orgasm. “I’m about to…” He cut off as she picked up the pace, and he started to shoot into the back of her mouth. She had barely been able to get the head in, and her drool leaked down his shaft as she tried to swallow his load. She licked him clean, as he finished. He was enjoying the feeling, and realized that he had remained hard.

“Oh, my! I’ve never tasted a man’s cum that tasted so great. I don’t understand why your sister would want to stay away from this wonderful cock of yours! Who cares if you’re siblings? If my brother had a member like this, I would be on it day and night.”

“You know why she is staying away?” Despite how horny he still was, he hadn’t forgotten his original reason for coming over.

“Of course!” Minnie stood up, and dropped her pants, and took off her shirt, but left her bra on. She swung a leg over him, as she kept talking. “She is afraid of it happening again.” She reached down between her legs and grasping his tool, began to rub it against her pussy. “She thinks you must hate her for what she’s done to you, and fears that if she was around you again, she might not be able to stop herself.” She began to press down, and his cock stretched her lips, making her moan. “In all honesty, it’s why I invited you in. You see, I am kind of a voyeur, and I wanted to see you fucking your sister. I wanted to see her lose control.” She was pushing down harder now, and Adam had to suppress a moan this time as her tight pussy started to spread over the head of his penis. “The way I seem to be losing control. I wanted to watch as you came in her. Her pussy never tasted as good as it did that night.” Adam remembered blowing his wad in his sister, and realized that Minnie must have tasted his cum in her that night.

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STATUS REPORT: After Subject Alpha’s first night as a bouncer, I can see that we have selected an excellent person to test our substance with. He is rational and level headed. He knows how to think. We will have to use the substance on him again to see how he behaves.

END STATUS REPORT.
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Her lips finally snapped over the rim of her roommate’s brother’s dick, and they both moaned. Her bra covered tits were right in front of his face, and he pulled her brazier down to taste her nipples. They were large and pink on her smallish breasts, and she couldn’t stop an involuntary buck of her hips as his lips touched her sensitive areola.

“Oh, my Gawd. I have never had something so huge inside me!” She reached down between them, and felt how much was still outside. “No way! There has to be more than that inside me!” She grabbed the back of Adam’s head, and pulled him into her tit, as she moved her hips against him, gradually taking him in deeper, and deeper. She had never felt so full, so stretched, before in her life. She didn’t get around as much as April did, but these were her college years, and she did have some fun.

Minnie felt the younger man start to move his hips in time with her movements, and then she felt his teeth on her nipple. “Yeah, bite that teet. Keep it up, and you’re gonna make me cum all over that tree trunk you call a dick!” She loved to talk dirty, as it turned her on more, and delighted as she felt her pussy begin to convulse around his throbbing prick.

His hands grabbed her ass, and she could feel him thrusting now, inching deeper into her, helped by her recent orgasm. She felt like she was about to be split in two, but it made her feel so deliciously full that she wanted more.

“That’s it! Shove that pecker up my cunt. Make me cum again, you awesome stud. Yeah, fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!” Never before had she come twice so close together. While her pussy soaked his cock, she finally felt their pelvises touch. He was finally, fully, inside her. He felt like he was in her stomach, he was so large. Is this what April had experienced, she wondered? Is this what she was afraid of? If so, she was more than happy to take her place.

Adam stood up suddenly, and with his hands supporting her ass, started to drive into her. Minnie screamed in ecstasy.

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STATUS REPORT: Great news today. Ron, one of the stripper’s now ex-boyfriend told us how things went that night back at their place. Subject Alpha is now mating with all three women. {What I wouldn’t give to be in his shoes.} NOTE: Previous sentence should be removed as it does not reflect on the scientific value of this experiment.

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It really wasn’t fair his dad was old and she was well Hot! Not hot for forty Meredith was just plain easy on the eyes. Shouldn’t matter to him right he would be off to college at the end of the summer but he couldn’t stop thinking about her.

In fact he spied on her every chance he got he had almost seen her naked once but the housekeeper almost caught him, oh well. Today however they were alone, dad was away on business again and the blasted housekeeper was not around either. He had an idea and he couldn’t let it go, for a month he had been planning ways he could have sex with his stepmom.

He had been flirting with her in an ‘innocent’ sort of way and had gotten flustered if positive results. Now he just had to get in his step sisters pants and he would have her. The key was the teddy bear Helen had which he knew the nosy woman had put a spy cam into, to make sure the brat didn’t have sex in the house.

If he seduced Helen, Meredith would come running then hell he might just get to fuck both of them. Now his dad couldn’t say he had done that. Helen should not be too hard to get with she was horny as fuck and he had spied on her masturbating more than a few times. Now that he thought about it he might miss this when he left.

He bounded downstairs to look for his step sister. Helen was his age short with bleached blond hair just like her delicious moms. She was sunbathing in the backyard by the pool when he found her. God this was going to be fun. He had already started to lay the groundwork on her too since the whole devious plan had popped into his head.

She lifted her head and smiled at him as he got close he beamed back. “You bored?” He opened.

She laughed that annoying laugh he hated so much and said “Of course.” he grins as her gaze falls on his crotch. Too easy.

“Want to have some fun behind mom’s back?” he winks at her. She goes a cute shade of pink and huffs as if his cock is the furthest thing from her mind.

He knelt by her “Come on you know you want to we both know you haven’t had any for a while.”

She is beet red now and she looks away “Fuck no! You perv” he is undaunted.

“You have been grounded all week I know you need it.” she starts to look but hesitates. He is sure he has her but he has to be careful not to move too fast just yet. He gets her sunscreen and starts to rub some onto her back she stiffens but as he goes she relaxes again seeming to enjoy the attention.

He whispered in her ear “I want to fuck you Helen and you are going to ride me like the sex starved slut you are.” Shit that was too much she would punch him in the dick any second now.

He braced and waited but the blow never came instead she had started to breath out of rhythm. Holly shit it worked she was into it. After a moment he whispered again “Come on let’s go to your room quickly before she spots us.” He got up and to his delight so did she. He grabbed her hand and they took off for the house. The coast was clear and they made it to his sisters room no trouble.

Once inside he shut but did not lock the door even if he made it look like he had. He saw her look around as if she was having second thought. He had to nip that in the bud so he advanced on her in his most alluring way. She snapped around her full attention on him as he reached out and caught her arm and pulled her in to him.

She might be nervous but she did not resist, good. He kissed her tasting tacky lipstick yuck still all for a good cause she would wipe it away on his cock soon. He felt her break away and suck in air. “There, see you are going to like this aren’t you?”

She blushed and smiled “Ya sure.” her eyes were back on his crotch and he guided her hand to touch his rising penis. She bit her lip and started to stroke it. Damn he was fully ready now and started to undo his shorts.

They dropped to the floor as she got to her knees. Fuck tuzla escort this was going so well. He felt her free his cock and continue to glide her soft pampered hands over it. She definitely knew what she was doing damn why hadn’t he done this sooner he thought.

Now her mouth was opening and her little pink tongue slid out to taste him. After a thorough examination with her tongue she took him in to her mouth an inch at a time. He wound his fingers into her hair and pulled her closer she moaned softly around his dick and made sucking sounds as she began to work her mouth up and down him.

It felt amazing to have her there servicing him knowing his step mom could see the whole thing. He let go of Helen, she was fully into it now and was deep throat-ting him. Winking at the nanny cam he took off his shirt.

He wanted to give Meredith a show before she got there. He was on the edge now and knew he should stop his step sister soon if he was going to enjoy the whole plan.

A little roughly he pulled Helen up to her feet she was very reluctant to do so and complained about it as he grinned at her. She shut up as he cupped her small breast in his left hand. With his free hand he reached around and undid the bikini string along her back the top slid forward and his hand rearranged to be under it massaging her hard nipple. Then he undid the last string and the whole thing fell away. He knelt down so he could take her nipple in his mouth and sucked at it.

She gasped and pressed against him, he slid her bikini bottom down around her ankles and stood up. He easily picked her up with only a small protest and deposited her on the hideous girly bed. He looked at the hidden camera willing his step mom to come find them. She squealed in anticipation as he lay her back. Looking at him hungrily she wiggled enticingly, he thought what the hell and leaned down to see how wet she was and was pleased to see she was dripping for him.

He licked her pussy and heard her make happy noises at him. His tongue went deeper then flicked up against her clit she shuddered and pressed her hips against his face. He stopped after a few minutes and sat on the bed next to her he had lost only a little of his erection while looking to her pussy and he wanted it back. She took the hint and help out with her mouth again.

Soon as it was fully hard he pushed her mouth away “Ride it” was all he said. She sat in his lap legs around his waist and lowered herself onto him. She was tight and warm around his cock and he thrilled to be in her. Slowly at first then steadily faster she rode him moaning and rotating her hips in a practiced manor. He held her close enough that he could catch her breasts in his mouth if he wanted to but not so close that he couldn’t watch the door for stepmom. She had better hurry he thought this slut in his lap was good at what she did. He had underestimated his little princess of a sister.

Then she was there red faced and yelling he laughed to see his stepmom burst into the room like that. His sister screamed and tried to jump out of his lap as if that could hide what they had been doing. He held her in place and looked at his stepmom. “Hi” was all he said to her through the tirade of condemnation spewing from her. She marched across the room and moved to slap him but in a swift movement he pushed Helen out of his lap and caught his stepmoms wrist as she let fly.

A look of surprise over took the anger as she found she could not pull away. He held her wrist tightly enough to hurt and slowly got up still very erect and wet from Helen’s pussy. She couldn’t help it, he saw her gaze drifted to his cock even as she demanded he to let go.

Out of the corner of his eye he could see his step sister hugging her knees on the back corner of the bed. She was of no importance right this moment but would add to the fun again soon. His attention was on Meredith, just now her tuzla escort bayan big tits heaved as she started to try and pull away in earnest. “Stop.” he commanded, she did more out of surprise then obedience.

“You want to tell your darling princess how you knew what we were up to or shall I?” Meredith’s face went pale and blotchy and she looked from the teddy bear to her daughter.

Helen’s voice cut in “You fucking spied on me?”

“Well I have to look at what you are doing your siblings for god sake what the fuck is wrong with you two?” Meredith shot back.

He smirked “Nothing mother dearest we are not blood related why shouldn’t we fuck as we please? For that matter you are not my mother so we can fuck too.” Her voice caught as she twisted back to him he had her full attention again.

“How dare you.. When your father-”

He cut her off “Father never has to know and you get what you really want the younger stronger model.” She started to protest but he moved in and took her by the crotch and found he was right she was soaking right throw her pants.

“I thought so” he said as she realized what he was feeling and she went stock still. He let go of her wrist finally and took her by the shoulders looking her right in the eye.

“Now don’t you want to join in? Be honest with yourself.” she couldn’t speak for a long moment then slowly almost against her will she nodded.

He winked at his step sister “Watch, even you might learn something.” he guided his stepmom to her knees. Then hands in her hair he put her open hungry mouth around his cock. She took him all in no trouble, damn no wonder dad married her.

She massages him with her tongue constricting her mouth and throat to pleasure him further all with out drawing back. When she did start to bob her head on his cock her technique was flawless. Oh god he thought as his head went back this is so far past amazing i am losing my mind.

It was in that moment of lapsed concentration that he orgasmed sending his sperm pouring down his stepmom’s eager throat. Oh holy fuck he had not meant for that to happen yet. He had planned to come on both of them as he bent them over side by side.

Still all was not lost he was young virile and this whole situation was hot as hell, he would be back up in no time. He would just have to entertain the ladies till he was able to fuck again. I have two hands for a reason he thought. He lay Meredith on the bed and helped her get undressed all under the stunned eyes of his step sister.

He beckoned her near. “Lie down here next to your mom.” it did not sound like a suggestion but she hesitated.

He turned back to Meredith “Make her feel welcome mom.” he ordered with mocking emphasis on the word mom. Being reminded of her place as mom visibly bothered Meredith but it seemed to turn her on at the same time. She shifted on her side and gestured to her daughter to join back in. Almost reluctantly Helen moved from her spot at the back of the bed and came to sit by her mother totally red in the face. He put a hand on each of their bellies and smiled down at them.

Slowly he ran his hands down to their groins and felt they were equally wet for him. In to each pussy went a finger they both squirmed eager for more despite how socially wrong this whole thing was. In goes a second finger each now they are making small happy noises and rotating their hips almost in unison, this is going to be fun he thought. He steadies himself and starts to drive his fingers in and out of their collective snatches. Occasionally for emphasis he brushes their clits to great effect.

They are all his now bumping, moaning and begging for more. He obligingly added a third finger watching them writhe in ecstasy. His step sister orgasms first and he leaves her twitching and turns his full attention on Meredith. She was holding out riding the edge of her orgasm like escort tuzla a pro.

Now being sure to hit her clit with every stroke of his fingers while his other hand went to her breast to play with her nipple she gasped and shook with the extra stimuli and soon she was coming too clenching hard around his fingers.

There moans and cries of delight had done the trick and he was once again rising to the occasion. “Now mom, sis turn over i am going to fuck you both.” he reveled in how dirty that sounded. They slowly started to turn over still not fully recovered from their orgasms. He stroked his cock making sure it was fully ready for the fun to come as he watched them put their asses in the air for him. Now who to start with lets see Helen got a taste earlier so start with Meredith. She quivered as he put his hand on her ass telling her she was first the other hand guided himself into her.

Her pussy muscles constricted around him squeezing his cock beautifully. But he was better prepared for her skill this time and settled in to a good rhythm with out fear of orgasming before he wanted to. She groaned with pleasure and begged to be fucked harder. For a moment he obliged driving into her as hard as he could, then he pulled out listening with delight as she cried out in protest.

He ignored her it was sisters turn. Once she felt his hands on her hips she tilted her ass to give him easy access. He glided into her wet snatch and pressed against her driving into the hilt of his cock. His step sister was a little tighter naturally but lacked the practice of her mother. Still Helen was a fine fuck and he was hard as granite in her. She bucked her hips to get all of him into her with every thrust he felt he was approaching his edge and his breathing was getting heavy with his own pleasure as he pulled out of Helen. Like her mother she complained at being suddenly empty.

He grabbed his step mom and flipped her over on her back and pulled her hips to the edge of the bed. Her eye were bright with pleasure and she reached out to him drawing him into her. Helen saw this and turned over too hopeful to be fucked again but he was intent on Meredith. Entering her again was like wrapping himself in velvet and dear god she knew how to work it.

He thrust and withdrew steadily for a moment but the exquisite sensation of her pussy was getting the better of him. He sped up and her hips matched him, his head lolled back every muscle in his body taunt with strain of holding back his cum. Finally he couldn’t take it any longer and at the last moment he managed to pull out. He grunted for Helen to swallow and she scrambled to her knees on the bed and took him in her mouth sucking impatient for him to cum in her mouth.

She did not have to wait long shaking with exertion he let louse down her throat groaning with release. He throw Helen on to her back and looked at them quivering obviously wanting more just as he had planned. “Thanks for the good time bitches” He said and picking up his clothes and headed for his room.

He spent the rest of the day playing video games online with his friends and it was all he could do not to brag about what he had just pulled off. He lived off snacks and red bull for dinner not wanting to see either of the girls that night. He knew they would want to talk to him about what happened and he wasn’t interested in talking just in the fucking.

He was surprised the next morning to be awoken with a loud knock on his bedroom door. It was summer and he was aloud to sleep in. He looked at his phone and saw it was ten so he answered in a grumpy voice “What you want?”

Then he heard two voices not quite in unison answer “can we come in?” in his surprise he said yes only then realizing he was naked save for a sheet. Well hell not like they hadn’t seen it before now was it. The door opened and his step mom and sister came in looking embarrassed.

Meredith had a tray of his favorite breakfast on it and Helen had a large cup of coffee in her hands. It was clear from their lack of clothing they wanted to be fucked again, yes this was going to be a great summer.

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Note: This is the start of the Aunt Cathy series. It’s set after the cruise series but can be read as a standalone. All the familiar faces will be around, along with some new ones.

We got home from the cruise a week after leaving. The ride home was uneventful, everyone keeping to themselves the things they’d done and secretly hoping the people they had done them with would keep it a secret as well.

I didn’t say anything about it to anyone. I just rode home and looked at the women in my life, my mom, Aunt Cathy, Aunt KK, Stephanie, and Lily.

I had had my cock in each one of them and they’d all felt great. I hoped to have more.

We got home and my mom ignored the situation. I guess she thought that what’d she’d done on the cruise should stay on the cruise. I hoped she’d changed her mind, but I didn’t want to push her. She’d come around. Maybe.

We hovered around each other with our want hanging in the air.

In the meantime, I just watched her; in her swimsuit in our pool, in her yoga pant, in her t-shirts that barely hid her bra-less breasts around the house.

I noticed her and I made sure she noticed me noticing. But she didn’t act on it and I didn’t want to push her.

We’d made love and fucked and done everything in between. I wanted to continue but if she didn’t, I wouldn’t press.

I was thinking about all of them. Aunt KK with her soft, fat ass. Lily with her big soft tits. Stephanie with her wide hips and tight ass.

And of course, Aunt Cathy. She’d been the best and the worst. She was fat and ugly and I wasn’t sure how I felt about her, but she had given me some unique experiences. I’d loved taking control of her and making her mine while she pretended not to like it.

I spent a couple of weeks thinking about them and jacking off at night. I wanted to feel a woman and not just my hand.

We were home and the summer was only just beginning. I didn’t want to waste it jerking off when I could maybe have more.

It was a few weeks after the cruise, and I think they had all been ignoring me. I was eating breakfast, staring at my mom’s ass in a pair of yoga pants, formulating a plan on what to do when I got a text from Aunt Cathy.

Get over here! Now! You little shit!

I couldn’t help but smile. Typical Aunt Cathy.

What’s up?

Get over here! Now!

Where r u?

Home! Where do you fucking think! Tell your mom I need your help with yard work.

I wondered what was up. I had a feeling I knew.

On my way.

“Hey, listen, gotta run,” I told my mom. “Aunt Cathy wants some help with some yard work.”

She looked at me skeptically. “Since when do you help Cathy with yard work?”

“Since she offered to pay me.”

That didn’t ease the skepticism in my mom’s eyes. “Really? Cathy pays you?”

I shrugged. “We bonded on the cruise. She likes me now.” I threw her a big smile, hoping she’d remember the way we’d bonded too.

“Ok, see you later then,” she said. Mom gave me a hug and I felt her body up against mine. “Just be home for dinner, ok. I’ve got something special planned.”

She had a little twinkle in her eye, and I knew this was going to be a dinner I didn’t want to miss.

I left and walked the mile to my Aunt Cathy’s house, wearing athletic shorts and a t-shirt. I wondered what the fuss was all about. On the way Aunt Cathy texted me again.

Don’t go thru the front!

Ok… why?

We need to talk. Climb up to my balcony.

Uh?

You heard me. Come up the balcony to my room.

I had no idea what this was about. She wanted me to come up the balcony to her room. What was going on?

My maltepe escort aunt and uncle had a large two-story house about a mile from ours in a joining neighborhood. I’d been there a million times and never once had climbed the balcony. What was she wanting?

I got there and snuck through their yard to the back of the house. There was a large picture window, and I could see Lily, Stephanie, and my uncle all sitting at their table eating pancakes. It would have made a nice picture.

I looked up to the balcony and could see French doors that were thrown open.

Ugh. Were we playing Romeo and Juliet or something?

Luckily there was a sturdy ladder leaned up against the wall. Aunt Cathy obviously had a plan. I climbed up the ladder and the only risky part was throwing my leg from the ladder to the balcony.

I hoped over the railing and was in her bedroom.

There was a large king size bed, a couple of dressers and a huge tv on one wall. The door to the hall was closed and there was a bathroom door that was closed as well.

I went to the bathroom door and knocked softly.

The knob turned and Aunt Cathy opened it. She stood there with her hair done nicely wearing a black corset that pushed her massive boobs up and gave her more cleavage than the Grand Canyon. The corset held her belly in and she wasn’t wearing any panties. She had on makeup and with that and her hair fixed she looked almost pretty. I looked up and down her body. She looked beautiful and sexy and I wanted to take her in my arms and kiss her. But I figured she wouldn’t like that too much.

“So, is this what was so important?” I asked.

“You little fucking prick!” she whispered angrily.

“What?”

She held up pregnancy test in one hand. “I’m fucking pregnant!”

I didn’t know what to say. I guess I had thought she couldn’t get pregnant. We had talked about it, but it was always while we were hate fucking each other. I didn’t think it would actually happen.

“Wait? What?”

Aunt Cathy waved the test stick in my face. “I’m fucking pregnant!”

I was getting dizzy. I stumbled to the bed and sat down. Aunt Cathy came and stood in front of me.

“How is that even possible?” I said to no one in particular.

Aunt Cathy taped me on the noise with the stick. “Well, you put your penis in my vagina and shot your baby batter into me. Quite a few times.”

I looked up at her. Her humongous tits loomed over me, her pussy was inches from my nose, her wide hips blocked my view of anything else.

“I didn’t actually think you could get pregnant. I thought it was all just talk. So, what now?” I asked.

“I don’t know what we’re going to do. I can’t fucking believe this,” she sighed. “You little shit, I wasn’t serious.”

I put my hands on her big wide hips and pulled her forward and pressed my face into her belly and felt the smooth silk of the corset on my cheek, her heavy breasts rested on my head.

“It’ll be ok,” I said and kissed the soft corset surrounding her belly.

Aunt Cathy put her arms around me and pressed her tits into me so hard I thought I was going to suffocate.

“I can’t believe you got me pregnant,” she said using her fingertips to pull my chin up. “You fucking little shit. I fucking hate you,” she said and kissed me. Her lips were actually soft for once under her lipstick.

We kissed for a few seconds and I felt her hot tongue slip into my mouth. It was wide and slick and rough. I pulled her down to the bed next to me.

I broke our kiss and ran my hands over her body, feeling the soft fabric under my fingers. I pulled at the string on top and free escort maltepe her breasts and pulled them out of their prison. I held one in my hand and wondered if it would be full of milk when the time was right. It weighted a ton. I brought the nipple up to my mouth and started to suck it.

“What are you doing?” Aunt Cathy whispered into my ear. “Everyone is downstairs.”

I sucked her nipple hard and bit it. She jerked away in pain and slapped me hard on the shoulder.

We stared at each other for a second then she grabbed my face and kissed me. I ran my hands up and down her tits, then down her corset. I pulled and tugged, and the strings loosened and it fell away from her body, exposing her large belly. I ran my hands softly down her belly, I felt the soft flesh beneath my fingers and rubbed it gently.

We kissed for a few seconds and I rubbed her belly. Then I pushed her back onto the bed and got up. I pulled my shorts and underwear off in one motion and my cock sprang to attention. Aunt Cathy laid on the bed rubbing her pussy with one hand and pinching a nipple in the other. Her belly rose up like a small mountain above the valley between her legs. Her breasts fell to each side like mounds of jello.

I pulled my shirt over my head and got on top of her, my cock raging to fuck her cunt.

“Get off me,” she whispered in my ear.

I lined my cock up and felt the opening to her pussy wrap around the head of my cock. I could feel the heat and wetness on my head.

“Everyone is downstairs,” she whispered. “They’ll hear us.”

“Then you better be quiet,” I said. I looked into her face. She wasn’t half bad looking with her makeup and hair fixed. She might have been a mean bitch, but I’d never wanted her more.

“What if he comes in here?” she whispered, rubbing my back with her hands, and moving her hips up and down, the head of my cock sliding in and out of her wet lips, the shaft aching to be buried deep inside of her pregnant pussy.

“Then I guess he’ll see me fucking you,” I said as I gently pushed inside of her.

Her pussy was burning hot and the heat surround my dick as I slide into her. Her mouth formed an O shape and her eyes bore intensely into mine as I filled her up.

The heat of her pussy was all around me, it was burning my cock and her pussy was the tightest I had ever felt it. I held onto her round body and willed myself not to cum immediately inside of her. I wanted to savior this.

“Oh fuck,” she whispered. “They’ll hear us. He’ll kill you. He’s going to kill us when he finds out I’m pregnant.”

I started to move slowly back and forth, pushing her fat legs up and down with each thrust.

“Is the door locked?”

Aunt Cathy nodded; her teeth clinched with the effort of being quiet.

“Good,” I said and began to fuck her faster.

Her eyes rolled back in her head and her pussy clinched me even tighter.

“Oh, I fucking hate you,” she gasped. “Oh, I fucking hate you.”

I put my mouth to her ear. “Is that why you had on makeup and had me sneak in here? Is that why you were waiting on me wearing that?” I rocked faster and she bit my shoulder and nodded.

“Are you gonna keep my baby?” I whispered.

Aunt Cathy bit my shoulder and nodded her head up against me.

As we were rocking, I heard someone come pounding up the stairs.

I slowed and we both stared at each other. We heard the footsteps move around and then away and I assumed it was one of the girls heading to their room.

I started to move faster into Aunt Cathy.

“I can’t wait till your belly is big,” I whispered rubbing my hands down her body.

“It’ll maltepe escort bayan get hard and tight,” she said trying to be quiet.

I got up on me knees between her legs so I could look down on her. I put my hands on her belly and held the softness while I moved steadily back and forth. Aunt Cathy caught her tits with her forearms and squeezed them together so they would point straight up. I rocked faster into her and put my thumb on her clit.

She bit her lip and grabbed at my hand and shook her head like it was all too much. I grabbed her hand and held it so she couldn’t remove my thumb from her clit.

Aunt Cathy swung her head widely and finally got the pillow in her mouth to bite down on. I stroked my cock faster in and out and watched it slide from her pussy then disappear inside. She had shaved all her pubic hair and it was prickly and stabbing me. Her wetness was sticky on my balls, and I could hear them slapping up against her.

I heard heavy steps up the stairs and knew this time it was my uncle.

I really hoped she wasn’t lying about the door being locked. My uncle was over six feet tall and over three hundred pounds. He wasn’t in the best shape, but he was a big guy and I’m sure under the fat he had were muscles he’d use to choke the life out of me if he came in and saw my cock buried deep in his wife.

Aunt Cathy was biting the pillow and my thumb was still rubbing her clit. I could feel her pussy getting even tighter around me, threatening to squeeze my cock into nothing if it got any tighter.

I was so close to cumming. I wanted to blow my load right into Aunt Cathy’s hot pussy. This was my pregnant pussy now.

I released her clit and laid on top of her again. Aunt Cathy wrapped her arms and legs around me and pulled me into her. She kissed me deeply then she turned my head and put her mouth next to my ear.

“No man has ever fucked me like you have, you little shit. This is your pregnant pussy now. Please fuck it all the time.”

I felt Aunt Cathy’s pussy squeeze my cock and the heat felt like it was melting me.

The door knob the bedroom jiggled, and I heard my uncle trying to get it.

“Cath? You in there?” he said.

I let go inside of her, my cock exploding, the pressure of her tightness causing my sperm to feel like it was being ripped from my cock. I felt Aunt Cathy’s pussy squeeze me, then a burst of wetness soaked me, and I could feel it running down my balls. We bit down onto each other’s skin, hers salty with our sweat.

The door jiggled again, harder this time. “Cath! You in there!” my uncle called.

Aunt Cathy caught her breath and the door started to shake even harder.

“Cathy!”

Finally, Aunt Cathy had enough breath to say, “Yeah, babe, sorry. Was in the bathroom. I’m getting ready. I’ll be out in a few.”

I could hear my uncle making annoyed noises behind the door. “Well hurry up. I thought we were running errands today.”

I held Aunt Cathy tight.

“Yeah, one sec,” she called.

I didn’t want to let her go. My cock was raging inside her. Aunt Cathy rubbed me and hugged me in an effort to appease my need for her then gently pushed me away.

“Meet me in the pool house tonight,” she whispered after listening to my uncle storm back downstairs. “Midnight.”

I withdrew my hard cock from her and put my face down to her pussy. It smelled raw and used and the acrid sent burned my nose. I took a big lick of her wet slit and tasted her bitter juice and my salty cum. She gasped and pushed my head away.

“Tonight. Midnight. The pool house.”

She pushed me away and I got up and pulled my clothes on. Aunt Cathy went to the bathroom and gave me a loving look as she closed the door, her fat sexy body the last thing I saw before it closed.

I slipped out the balcony and down the ladder. I was through the yard and home before my cock stopped aching for her.

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It was late in the afternoon and I was home from classes early and no one else was home. The house was actually quiet for a change and so I took advantage of it and decided that it would be hours before anyone else came back to the house that I would read my newest book on the couch, but I wanted to do it naked. It always felt so much more amazing reading my books while I was free from any clothes, especially since the book I was reading was a naughty book. Heaven knew that my daddy would be upset with me if he caught me reading it. I may be a college student but I still had to follow his rules, but he wouldn’t be home for hours, so I thought it would be safe.

Running upstairs to my room, I grabbed my book from it’s hidden place and stripped out of my clothes. I took a quick look at myself in the mirror and gave a small sigh. I honestly didn’t think I looked that great but that was my own opinion. As I started to head out of my room, I backtracked and grabbed my vibrating dildo from my pantie drawer. Considering the content of the book I was reading, I thought it would be best to be prepared in case I wanted to play while I read.

I quickly made my way back downstairs and got myself comfortable on the couch, and quickly got absorbed into my book. This book had so many different sex scenes in it, but the ones that truly got me wet were the ones were the girls were bound and helpless and couldn’t do a thing to stop the guy. I had, had my share of sex but the few guys I had been with were so tame and well, quite boring. So reading books like this, and reading how forceful a guy could be with a girl just got me going so much. I had spent many nights with my dildo güvenilir bahis just fantasizing the different scenarios I had read about.

As I kept reading, I started to squirm a bit, my pussy juices starting to drip down my ass. My hand grabbed my dildo and slowly started to rub it against my pussy and my clit as I kept reading. Teasing myself I made myself even more desperate as I moaned and begged an imaginary guy to just shove his cock in me and fuck me. Slowly I penetrated myself with my toy, until it was in me all the way. I felt so full and I couldn’t help but moan in contentment. I turned the vibrator part of it on to low and just let it vibrate away in my pussy as I tried to concentrate more on my book. A little time went by and I was so close to having an orgasm when my world froze in time.

“What do you think you are doing!?” The voice of my father screamed at me. He was home early! My heart felt like it stopped, but my body was to desperate for that orgasm to care and I went over the edge, screaming both in pleasure and in fear. Daddy took advantage of my being unable to do anything to stride over to where I was writhing on the couch and grabbed me by the wrist to stand me up. He then seated himself where I had been sitting, pulled me back down so I was bent over his lap, and pulled the toy out of my pussy.

“You are such a little slut. I always knew you were, I just didn’t know how bad of one you were.” His voice was cold as he kept me pinned to his lap as I struggled against him. “You also broke the rules, I see this smut you’re reading. And you know to not have these nasty toys in the house.”

I cried and tried to plead with him and beg türkçe bahis for his forgiveness but he ignored my words. This time I had really pushed his anger to a whole new level and my punishment was not going to be a simple grounding.

With no warning his hand hit against my ass as hard as he could, causing me to cry out in surprise and pain. I don’t know how many times he did this, but I was bawling by the time he finished, my poor ass feeling so red and abused. Thinking that my torment was over, I was surprised when he shoved me off of his lap and proceeded to unzip his pants and pull his cock out. I tried to back away but he grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face to his cock.

“You want to be a little slut, well then you’re going to be treated like one. Now suck my cock.” I whimpered but after a few seconds I slowly opened my mouth and he proceeded to shove his cock into my mouth. After a few minutes of me sucking on his cock he took my head with both of his hands and proceeded to roughly fuck my mouth. I had tears flowing from my eyes as I gagged repeatedly on his cock as he tried to shove it down my throat, yet, while I was scared my body was becoming turned on by this treatment. Just as the realization hit, daddy managed to shove his cock down my throat, cutting off my airways. He then proceeded to pinch my nose closed and I started to panic. I was running out of air!

He soon realized my head and I quickly pulled off of his cock as I gasped for air. It was then that I had the biggest surprise of my life as daddy pinched and twisted one nipple, and then the other, before he placed clamps upon each, causing me to once again cry out. I had no idea where güvenilir bahis siteleri the clamps even came from, but he laughed at my pain and confusion.

“You really are a clueless little slut aren’t you? There is so much about your daddy that you don’t know about. In time you’ll find out, but the only thing you need to know now is that I’m now your master and you will obey me.”

My mouth wouldn’t work as my brain tried to process everything he said. I was stunned and shocked, but my pussy was wet and dripping. My body wanted this, and I honestly had never felt better in my life. So when daddy asked me to get on my hands and knees, I answered, “Yes, daddy.” and proceeded to get on my hands and knees. The chain from the clamps swung in the air as the pulled on my poor nipples. Daddy pulled on the chain which made me cry out, distracting me long enough to surprise me yet again as he plunged his cock deep into my wet pussy. He had one hand pulling on my hair, and another one pulling on the chain as he pounded into my pussy. I begged him to let me come, I needed to come so badly.

“Come my sweet little slut. Come for daddy.” With those words I started to come, and as I did he took the nipple clamps off causing me to go even further over the edge. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever had. I felt daddy start fucking me even harder before he slammed into me once more and I felt his seed go deep inside of me. He pulled out of me minutes later, and walked away, leaving me in the middle of the living room, naked and fucked.

It has been months since that first time with daddy, and now I am his little slut. I love it so much. He’s introduced me to everything that I’ve always fantasized and then some. Things like having my ass fucked, and having a riding crop used on me. I’ve been tied up in so many different positions and he’s even let a couple of his friends use me. I love my daddy.

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All characters in this story are 18 year and older. This is a work of fantasy. If you’re easily offended or have no imagination, I suggest going fucking yourself. Nobody will judge!

*****

‘Look, it’s really no big deal. You’re getting stressed out for nothing,’ Karen dismissed, cutting him off.

It had taken long enough to get her son Michael to open up about what had gotten into him lately. She was instinctive enough to know why. He was a little past that age now at 18, but he hadn’t had much luck. All of his friends were boys, and the worst kind; full-time gamers!

‘Mom, I don’t want to talk about it okay?’

Michael couldn’t believe how overbearing his mother could be sometimes. It was like she couldn’t let anything go until it was all up in the air. Even then she seemed to make a bigger deal than most, only to downplay it the moment he lost patience with her.

‘Don’t be such a crank,’ she remarked; case in point. ‘You sound just like your father did.’ That saddened Michael a little, being compared to that absent old tool. He gave her that look, as if to say “Don’t”. ‘Well you do!’

‘I’m not like him and being told otherwise isn’t going to help, is it?’

‘Just don’t turn into him, darling,’ Karen casually suggested. ‘It would be such a waste. You’re a handsome boy. The wrong girls will fall for your looks first and then when you piss them off with that attitude they’ll tear your social life to shreds and then you’ll be in the doghouse before you’ve even begun.’

‘This isn’t even about my social life,’ Michael said flabbergasted. All the while he gesticulated wildly.

‘How is getting girls nothing to do with your social life?’

‘Because-

‘Because you don’t have a social life?!’ she teased. ‘What’s the problem? Why are you so hung up on girls all of a sudden? Are you a late starter or something? Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but have you even been with a girl?’

‘No, and I don’t care okay? So just leave it,’ Michael defended, arms crossed sullenly.

‘Bullshit, I haven’t been with anybody for nine years,’ Karen retaliated. ‘Nine years, Michael. I’m up to my eyeballs in cobwebs. So you’re a virgin. Big deal!’

‘Well it is a big deal, okay,’ he admitted, turning one-eighty on himself. His mom gave a sympathetic look, held her breath and then eased it out carefully. ‘I always act so stupid around girls I like. It’s like there’s some idiot switch that gets flipped.’

‘That’s called excitement, Michael. It’ll wear off in ten years, trust me.’

‘I’m not waiting ten years, mom. Just cut it out will you? Forget about it.’

‘Can I help? There’s something I could do, surely?’ she asked then, and he didn’t know what she meant. Surely not THAT!

‘I doubt it.’

‘You just need to get laid is all,’ she offered out of kind then, and Michael noticed that too. ‘Once that happens, you’ll calm down and get a hold of yourself and girl things will come naturally.’

‘What are you even suggesting right now?’

‘Follow me,’ she said, walking from the landing into her bedroom. Michael stood frozen solid. What was she doing? ‘Come in here,’ she said and disappeared out of view, and in all his teenage experience he knew even the sound of a woman slipping off her panties.

Her shadow bent double against the farthest wall, affirming his suspicion. Immediately the alarm bells rang, upstairs and down.

‘Michael,’ she snapped, and then to the other extreme, ‘I won’t bite.’

Michael walked into the room to find her sat on the edge of the bed where her skirt had ridden up her thighs. He wouldn’t otherwise have noticed but this was one weird scene to find himself in.

‘Stand in front of me,’ she ordered and when he did, to his surprise she immediately began to unbuckle his belt.

‘Whoa,’ he reacted and tried to back off, ‘what are you doing?’

‘Shush!’ she said, unbuttoning his jeans as he looked down, dumbfounded. ‘You can’t be afraid of girls,’ she explained matter-of-factly. ‘They’re not so different to boys once you get past the hormones. When it comes to sex, everybody wants the same thing. So if a girl likes you, she likes you for who you already are. You don’t need to act any other way to try to impress her. Acting like a class clown certainly won’t impress her either.’

‘Mom, what are you doing?’ he repeated.

‘Oh, don’t be such a baby. Pull down your shorts.’

What?

Did she just say that?

Of course she did.

She’d already pulled his jeans down over his hips and now she was staring at the growing bulge in his tight boxers with an expression that looked something like…

Thirst? Longing? Yearning?

Michael might have been bashful or despondent but one thing he wasn’t was shy. And neither was he unconfident in his own size. What the hell, he thought, and slipped them down, and his semi-erect cock sprang free.

The fact that his own mother seemed pleased to see his growing excitement only seemed to make matters more strained, but the bigger he grew-

‘Oh bursa escort look at you. You are blessed, aren’t you?!’

‘I do okay,’ he replied sheepishly.

‘But you don’t do anything according to why we’re having this conversation to begin with,’ Karen quipped. ‘Can I touch it?’

‘This is weird enough mom, don’t you think?’

Regardless, she took his growing length in one hand and just held it. And he got harder and harder while she just studied it like some rare or even mythological creature.

‘This isn’t weird to you?’ he prodded, ‘the fact that you’re holding my cock in your hand? And it’s hard?’

‘Eh,’ Karen shrugged without a care, ‘you’re at a point in your life when there isn’t much that won’t cause a boner. That’s to be expected. Girls aren’t always that different. I don’t think I ever had a dry pair of panties up until the age of twenty five.’

‘Jesus, really mom,’ Michael scolded.

‘What?’

‘NOT HELPING!!’

‘But you just have to learn to respect women and not to forget that,’ she continued, ‘even when they choose to become your little fuck toy, they’re still people. Their feelings matter, before, during and after.’

It startled Michael to hear his mother refer to any woman as a fuck toy. Losing himself in a figgy daze, he wondered from the back of his mind if she knew she was jerking him so slowly to full hardness, or that she was giving her own son the most casual and erotic hand job. Her own son…

‘Is this right? I’m sure this is wrong,’ Michael interrupted the growing silence.

‘Well people will tell you that it’s wrong, but if a mother can’t teach her son about the birds and the bees, and how to respect women, then who can?’

‘But I already know-

‘Oh but would you dare treat your mother like some throwaway slut?’

‘Mom,’ he scolded again.

‘Well, would you?’ Karen asked.

‘Of course not, but you’re my mother. I’m not…’

‘What?’

‘Seeing you.’

‘Don’t you mean fucking me?’ she suggested.

‘Well duh!’

‘Why duh?’

‘I mean duh why would I be fucking my own mother?’

‘But you and other women are different,’ Michael stammered. His knees jerked underneath him. God that felt too good. The fact that it felt good at all scared him. It was wrong on so many levels.

‘No we’re not. Have you not been listening?’ Karen argued.

‘We are. I don’t know any other women as long as I’ve known you and if I did I wouldn’t think of them that way,’ Michael responded confidently. Then the briefest gasp of pleasure escaped his mouth.

‘So it’s okay to treat any other woman any lesser because you haven’t known them as long? Wow, such a gentleman.’

It didn’t take a genius to see where she was coming from. ‘No,’ he replied, shaking his head in defeat.

‘Good, then do as I say and trust me. This will be over before you know it and hopefully get it all off your chest,’ Karen said with a know-it-all wink. ‘Yes I am your mom and I’m educating my son so that he doesn’t make silly mistakes that could end up haunting him for life. There’s a lot you don’t know and maybe won’t unless you make all those mistakes for yourself,’ she explained, that one hand stroking him so gently and working back the foreskin. ‘Does that feel good?’ she asked.

‘You should stop…’

‘It doesn’t feel good?’ A look in her eyes from the edge of disappointment drove him to reply out of guilt.

‘No it does, it feels very good, but it’s wrong,’ he urged, yet he didn’t draw away. The feel of her hands, dainty, slight and warm – the first hands other than his own ever to touch him there – was gentle and yet electrifying.

‘There’s nothing wrong about it, she reassured. And then she took it further. Without warning she peeled back his foreskin all the way and spat on the head of his stiff cock for lubrication. He didn’t dare release his baited breath until she spoke to him again from the deafening silence.

‘Don’t worry, you’re not the only one excited right now…’

‘Mom, please…’

‘Mom, please,’ she repeated mockingly, ‘you still haven’t run away like a scared little boy, though.’

Michael blushed a full dark red, as if he wasn’t red enough in the face as it was. ‘Here, feel my pussy,’ she then said, raising her skirt up. Michael could physically look nowhere else.

And, you know…

How many guys could admit that their own mothers had a perfect pussy?

Her chestnut brown hair ended trimmed neatly around her entrance and she had the hottest looking labia. Her clit glistened and protruded shamelessly and he wished it were on any MILF other than his own mom right now.

‘Here, feel how wet I am,’ she said and took his hand, guiding his trembling fingers straight to her slit. They literally slid inside her from the wetness. Any other boy might have been scarred for life. Michael got harder, wondering how that was even possible by now.

His cock slick in her hand, she was now giving him a no holds barred slippery wet handjob. The smell of him barely inches from her bursa escort bayan face, Karen was fighting the urge to take him into her mouth.

‘Good sign it’s time to put that thing to good use,’ she said, getting back on track. Michael nearly erupted there and then. What was she planning to do?

‘We’re not… you’re not…’

It wasn’t possible. This wasn’t happening.

His mother retrieved a little square foil packet from the bedside cabinet and returned to her place at the corner of the bed. He could have bolted already, now that she had released him from her sensual touch, but he stood there trembling, his gut fluttering with trepidation. And his mouth had gone bone dry.

‘And so now we roll on a condom,’ she said almost absently, because in truth she could do this with her eyes closed; probably even in her sleep.

‘My god, you’re going to get a lot of pussy with this specimen,’ she marvelled, handling him expertly as she encased his manhood in the thin stretchy latex.

He’d used a few before, just enhancing the experience of toying with himself at night, but even to stand there and watch as his mother prepared him as though they were about to have sex, he couldn’t think of anything more arousing, and so he got harder. He was now pointing towards the ceiling.

‘That’s why you need to be safe,’ she added looking him square in the eyes. Then she hitched her skirt high and lifted her legs so that her feet rested on the mattress between them; spreading her thighs wider.

‘Okay, champ, stick it in!’

‘What?’

Karen rolled her eyes. ‘Do you really want me to hold your hand now too? Put it in me. You know where, right?’

And this was the age of the Internet, so of course he knew but, ‘I can’t…’

‘Yes you can. It’s no big deal. Just get it over with and you’ll see that.’

‘No big deal?’ he almost shouted. He was shaking with adrenaline now. And no matter how rational he tried to remain, there was no denying that lust played a huge part too.

‘No big deal,’ his mother repeated. ‘Now just do it!’

But Michael knew that if he did, it wouldn’t be an in and out thing, over with the click of her fingers. He was scared of what door this would open.

Impatiently then Karen took his girth in hand and guided him to where she wanted him. Suddenly the engorged head of his cock was parting her shiny wet labia like a heat-seeking missile lining up for take-off, and then the whimper between them as he penetrated her an inch and then two…

‘Mom-

‘Shhh-

‘Mom, no-

‘Big deal!’

Karen guided her son deeper into her pussy, knowing all too well that she had brought it on herself. It wasn’t a question of what she had been thinking either because these things didn’t require much thought. She just wanted to flip the boy’s switch.

‘All you have to do is push now,’ she whispered, still trying to remain in control of herself. ‘A little at a time,’ she coaxed, taking her hand away and resting back onto her elbows. And oh god the sight of her beautiful son’s setting cock disappearing an inch at a time below the horizon of her mons.

‘Oh,’ she gasped. ‘How’s that for you?’

He had another good few inches to go yet and could only watch himself bear forward, consumed by the deliciousness of her silken canal. Almost immediately the strangeness and terror he was feeling broke with the taboo and now he really had become like his father.

‘I can’t believe you’re making me do this,’ he remarked.

‘I’m not forcing you,’ she said, ‘and more importantly I’m not judging you. Feels good, doesn’t it?’

‘It feels… nice…’

‘Yeah girls don’t want to hear that,’ she criticised casually.

‘They don’t want to be complimented?’

‘Well for a start they want slow, confident strokes,’ she said. ‘And corny shit doesn’t go down at all unless she’s a crazed cat bitch in the making. Just look them in the eye.’ And he did. His mother’s gaze was so seductive; intimidatingly so. ‘And let them know you’re in control and that they’re safe with you. Silent confidence is the best. It’s what they’re looking for when you don’t even know they’re looking.’

‘A little deeper, son,’ she then cooed and the words spilling from her own lips aroused her like never before. What the hell had she gotten herself into? ‘Oh, it’s been a while,’ she said aloud as she suppressed the urge to moan with the arrival of a stealthy but delicious little orgasm.

‘Did you just come, mom?’

‘Nooooo comment!’

‘Jesus,’ Michael responded more to the sensations as she hugged his pulsating cock deep. ‘You did!’ he exclaimed, and at once he was both aroused and sickened.

‘No big deal!’ she remarked and then, ‘you’re in all the way now. How does it feel?’

‘Wow…

‘Right?’ Karen smirked. ‘Here, feel this,’ she then teased and contracted her vaginal muscles. Michael flinched as the pussy that birthed him sucked him in and hugged hard. The circle of life closed around him sensuously. He could have come so hard but the strangeness of escort bursa the situation made him feel maybe too afraid to do so.

‘You came out of this and now you’re going back into it. Funny, huh,’ Karen laughed. Michael didn’t. ‘Oh okay so your mom’s jokes aren’t that funny. Do you want to play around in me at all or are you just going to stand there?’

‘I’m not fucking you, mom,’ he croaked. ‘This is weird enough.’

‘A few strokes isn’t exactly fucking, Michael. Just accustom yourself. Get used to it. Might as well get a head start, right? Go on, go with the flow and slide a little.’

Well, while he was there. Michael pulled out a little and offered a few careful thrusts before pulling out all the way. Then he swore he saw hurt in her eyes, or a sense of sudden emptiness. To karen’s surprise, her son doubled back and bottomed out in her so that his balls nuzzled against her back.

The next thing she knew, he was oh so slowly screwing her, to the point where she had to bite her tongue so not to scream at him to put more effort into it. This was supposed to be something of an education after all but now she was losing control and it was getting ever so subtly out of hand.

You seduced your own son into having sex with you, the little voice in her mind said. Just tell him. “Fuck me, son. Take off that pointless rubber and come bond with me and spunk in me and…”

DO IT!!

‘Oh, that’s right, just like that. God if you weren’t my son, you’d be…’

Michael suddenly picked up the pace and carefully took hold of her hips, pulling her onto his length as he pistoned in and out. Karen could no longer control her previously steady and quiet breaths. ‘Oh Christ,’ she muttered.

‘You mean fucking you, like this?’

What are you, psychic, she thought?

No reply.

Thank God.

‘Well damn, there it is. Ummm, maybe that’s enough for now or are you okay with this?’ she asked, sitting up again.

‘You started it,’ he said and a devilish grin hid beneath the facade.

‘Not feeling weird or anything? You shouldn’t. It’s perfectly natural,’ she assured, trying to make small-talk. If anything it was just to make sure that he hadn’t forgotten who she was to him. She sure as hell had, until he brought her to another orgasm more intensely this time.

And in his mind, though naively he couldn’t feel it written across his young and inexperienced face, he wanted to blurt out, ‘I love you, mom.’

‘Jesus, I really should start dating again,’ she gasped and all because he wouldn’t stop rubbing up against those damned sweet spots. How the hell was she to know he’d be this good on the first try?

‘Maybe you should have thought of that before you got us into this fine mess.’

‘It’s been too long,’ she said dreamily, completely oblivious to her son’s sarcastic remark, before attempting once and for all to put a stop to this. If she didn’t, who knew what would have happened between them?

‘Okay, stop. I think you got the hang of this,’ Karen insisted.

Putting her foot down had the desired effect. Or had it? He stopped but she hadn’t wanted him to. ‘This never happens again. We never speak of this again and you go out and find a girl and blow her fucking brains out all over her pillows, okay?’

‘Okay…’

He pulled out, hard as a rock and bathed in her juices. The after effect felt something like guilt and self-loathing. It would have been unbearable had she not enjoyed their unexpected coupling. God his cock felt so good inside her.

‘Well, what did I say? No big deal, right?’

‘You’re right mom, no big deal,’ Michael agreed, peeling off the condom, but it was. Now it was the biggest deal in his life. He’d been left unfinished too. He wrapped a hand around himself and continued manually.

‘Okay game over, pal, you go finish off while I take a shower,’ she excused and deliberately removed her eyes from his. It was taking all of her willpower not to pull him back in, just to break completely through the taboo and to have him love her properly – flesh on flesh!

‘Mom?’

‘Yes honey?’ Here it came, her life ready to come crashing down in a catastrophic earthquake of complete shame. She paused and looked to him.

‘What does it feel like without a condom?’

The little bastard is psychic after all!!

‘Like it was meant to be,’ she admitted.

‘And when should I find out? I mean, do I always have to use a rubber?’

‘No, you’ll find out when you’re with someone you trust and they’re on birth control, so you don’t get her pregnant or she doesn’t give you an infection.’ Michael stood fast and hesitated as something else hung unspoken from the tip of his tongue. ‘No,’ Karen said in finality. I won’t show you, she thought, no matter how much I need to.

‘Mom, we just had sex,’ he said profoundly, as though having uncovered the crime of the century.

‘I didn’t make you.’

‘Well, no, but it doesn’t counter the fact that we committed incest.’

‘Doesn’t count. Nobody else knows. And you wore a condom.’

‘That’s a crazy excuse-

‘Will you please stop masturbating in front of me while you try to gain the moral high ground, please? You look silly!’

So he did. ‘My hard cock was in your pussy, mom.’

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