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When my son Keith came home for the summer from college with a sweet little girl under his arm I knew life in this house was going to change. I know these kids of today are more prone to live together for a period of time before they decide to get married or move along in different directions. I am not so sure they may not be right in there thinking. I was married young and ended up divorced by the time I was twenty years old. Keith was from my first marriage so for five years we were a two party family. Then I met Greg, he was older, steady, and not into a great deal of sex as was my first husband. Greg worked hard and Keith came to know him as his Father. However, Greg died three years ago and we were back to a two party family.

I am or will be forty years old this September and Greg will be twenty-one also in September. I have not dated much since my husband died but I have gone out on three occasions. The first was after a company party at work and we, my girlfriend and I ended up I a bar nursing more drinks than I or she should have. Shelly is married so maybe she should not have been out in the first place. But she was and I did not yell for help when a handsome man came to our table and wanted to dance with me. He joined us and danced with Shelly as well as myself. The drinks came easy and before we knew it both Shelly and I were in the man’s room. He was from out of town and had a room in the hotel were we stopped for a drink. I remembered sitting on the edge of the bed. I must have passed out for a few minutes because when I came to Shelly was naked next to me with guy behind her screwing her doggie style. As I said, my second husband was not into sex much so for nearly fifteen years I had sex only once every two or three weeks. Later on it became only one a month or less. It was a slow change so I did not feel the need to have sex as I had when I first husband would screw me twice a day and want a blow job in between fucking me.

When I woke up and saw Shelly getting screwed and I could see she loved it. The way she was talking and moaning for more and harder. Something snapped in me and I went crazy. Before I knew what I was doing I was naked, kneeling next to them I had one hand on his enormous balls and the other under Shelly fingering her clitoris. The Guy pulling me over and kissed me. He still held on to Shelly’s hips with one hand and managed to work a finger into my pussy at the same time. I think this guy had done the two at a time thing before. I was fingering Shelly’s clitoris and also feeling his cock as he pulled back. It was a hard as a rock and had a thickness I had never before felt. He was only average in length but God was he thick.
Shelly climaxes and fell forward pulling free of the guy cock. I don’t know why but I bent down and took his cock in my mouth and let him finish by cumming in my mouth. I had not sucked a cock for many years and it brought back many wonderful memories. He held my head and emptied his load into my mouth. I willing drank all he had and wanted more. He was so excited he never got soft even after that heavy climax.

He pushed me over on my back as I opened my legs to give him all the room he needed to plug that cock into me. God, did he feel good, my cunt was stretched out to a width never before obtained. But it felt great. He was a good lover and I was eager to get all of him that I could. He was leaning back yet he was giving me all he had. Shelly moved up and sat across my face. Her well-fucked pussy was there in my face so I lifted my mouth to her cunt and licked her. It was sweet and I liked it. I had never before licked a woman’s cunt. I had never thought about it because it was just never available. But there I was getting a good hard cock pushed up my cunt while I licked a sweet juicy one. I always loved to be licked and now here I was doing this act of sex with my friend. Shelly came drenching my face with her cum. The guy cam again, this time in my cunt, it was warm strong smelling and all this sent me over the edge. I screamed and gave up a climax like none I had ever experienced in my life. Shelly and I managed to get out of there in the next few minutes. As we stood by our cars in the hotel parking lot Shelly made me promise never to tell her husband about this. I happily agreed and we parted.

Over the next few months Shelly and I grew apart not talking unless we had to. She then left the company and I have not heard from her since. I think it best because I was not too proud of my actions that night. Yet it happened and there is nothing I can change after the fact.

The second time I went out was about a year ago. Keith was off to summer camp as a councilor for younger kids. I was lonely and while I was down town shopping one afternoon I went into the same hotel bar where Shelly and I had stopped. I sat alone off to one side in a dark booth. I was sipping my second drink and remembering the time we had. It was early yet about an hour before happy hour when this place fills up with all the businessmen that work down Kars Escort town. The bar maid was about my age. When she came back to see how I was doing we got to talking as there were few customers in the lounge. I laughed and told her I was a widow and how bad I was the last time I stopped in here.

She said, she was a single mother and she knew how we single girls had to be careful about what we do and who knows what we do. I am sure it was the drinks but I told her that I had not had a man since that night nine months ago. She said, ” Girlie that is too long for any woman to go with out a little sex.” I agree with her, it was the booze talking or maybe not. Any way she told me she had a friend here in the hotel that would love to take the both of us up to a room he keeps on the top floor. I said, ” Oh, my I could not do that again.” She gave me another drink a little stronger than the other two.
She told me she was getting off in a few minute and that we should go up and visit her friend. I told her I could not but a few minutes later I was arm in arm with her going up in the elevator. We were laughing and talking as if I had known her all my life. She had a key to the room so we walked right in without knocking. I was shocked yet it was funny to see her friend on the sofa naked as a Jaybird. He looked up as we came in. He stood not bothering to cover himself. Hell why should he, his was the longest cock I had ever seen, not that I had seen many but it as a beauty.

Hanging limp it looked a foot long. He was tall lean, muscular and a light brown all over except for his cock. It was dark brown so dark it was nearly black. Her friend was a black man of only twenty years. He walked to us and kissed the barmaid. He turned to me; taking me in his strong arms he kissed me too. A black man had never kissed me and it felt wonderful his mouth was hot and his tongue darted into my mouth like a snake. His hands were on my breasts as he kissed me. The barmaid names were Ruby and she got the three of us to the bedroom. Together they undressed me. Ruby followed quickly so all three of us were naked standing by a king size bed. By this time Carl’s cock was awake and coming alive like a giant pole. He lay down and Ruby and I joined him one on either side. Ruby said, “Girlie, had you ever seen a fuck branch like this?” she reached out and started to fondle him. She said, ” Honey, would you like to suck his fucking hose, Carl loves to watch a white girl suck his fucking cock.” I guess that is when I realized she was a very light black girl with fine thin features. She really was very lovely I some how was pleased she was with me.

Carl said, ” Come on Baby, suck my cock. Ruby here will do you to if you want.” I did not answer he was pushing my head toward his wonderful cock. He was not forceful just kind of helping me make up my mind. Ruby wiggled around till her head was between my legs kissing me on the inner thighs. I held Carl’s cock in both hands and there was still enough left over to fill my mouth. The head was long, pointed and a deep purple. His cock was so smooth and the skin so soft, I wondered how it could get so hard and still be so soft. Ruby’s tongue found my cunt wet and ready for her tender licks. Somehow we moved around till I was on my knees between Carl’s legs with his cock in my mouth, Ruby was on her back between my legs. Carl’s arms were long enough to reach my tits.

He cupped and held my tits while twisting the nipples. Ruby was licking my cunt as she fingered my ass. I had never had my ass played with before and I found it both exciting and arousing. Taking a lesson from Ruby I managed to fine Carl’s ass hole as I played with his very generous balls. He said, “OK, Girl, finger my ass hole and suck my cock.” Then he spoke to Ruby “Ruby, she is giving me a finger wave so do her too.” He started to lift his hips to meet my mouth coming down. The rather large head was touching the back of my throat causing me to gag. He pulled back some and gave me a second to get use to the feel of it in my throat.
I felt my guts get hot and tight, I was so close to a climax I told Ruby to take it slow. But she did not she drove two finger up into my ass and worked then like a piston as she sucked hard on my clitoris. I exploded my climax came out of me and ran all over her face. It was as if I was pissing but I was not. Carl saw that I was cumming and it seem to set him off. His cock swelled and shot off into my mouth. “All right you fucking cocksucker, suck that cum out of me white girl.” Carl cried out as he filled my mouth. I sucked and drank his cum as did Ruby mine. His cock went limp and fell from my mouth. I went limp and fell over on my side. Ruby lay still from all her joyous activates. Carl got up and went to the shower. I got up a little sober now and dressed. Ruby wanted me to go down on her as she had me but I told her it would have to wait till another time. I was still a little drunk as I drove home.

That was a year ago so I was ready when just two weeks ago I Kars Escort Bayan got into a situation that could have gone either way. It went the way I wanted it to go I got a great fucking.

I was still recovering from that most enjoyable event when Keith came home with his girl friend. I guess the first thing I noticed was once he introduced us she come to me and gave me a hug and a kiss on the mouth. It surprised me and at the same time I felt a little twinge down there between my legs. For one second I felt she knew how her kiss made me feel. I said nothing and we three went on about our business of getting them moved in for the summer. Keith was going to work this summer in his chosen field. There is a lager drafting company in town and that is where Keith wanted to work for the summer. The kids were out the door for the weekend but were back late Sunday afternoon. Keith had to get ready for the first day on the job early Monday morning. Margo had no intentions of working this summer. She was in her third year and planed to do nothing but read and study for next year. So I guessed Margo and I would spend a lot of time together while Keith worked.

Margo was smallish in stature, slim yet she had breasts of a size that looked very good for her. She was the kind of a girl that turned heads anywhere she went. I noticed this the first time she and I went the store. The guys at the market damn near fell over one another to get a better look. I some how wished it was me they were trying to look at. But at forty few guys look at us girls anymore. Well except for that guy down at the station where I get my gas. Now that young guy tries hard to look down my blouse and up my skirt any time he can. Oh well maybe someday I’ll let him get a good look and see what happens.

Margo helped me in the back yard for most of the morning. Then after a light lunch she told me she had to read. So I said I was going to shower and drive down town and go shopping. Margo had started calling me Mom in a singsong voice that sounded like Chinese. So when I heard that Mom voice, as I stood naked in the bathroom I looked up to see Margo standing in the doorway to my bedroom. “You’re so beautiful Mom.”
She said. I pulled my towel around me and walked toward the bedroom. I did not feel good about her coming into my bath but I did not want to cause a problem by saying anything. Margo stood in front of me and took my towel. She rubbed my shoulders and arms. Drying me as if I were a child. She patted my face then turned me around wiping down my back. I did nothing, my brain was shocked into an astonished none functioning organ. When she rubbed the towel down my spine she let her fingers slip between the cheeks of my plump rear. She did so softly and almost with out a touch. Her fingertips found the target and lingered there for one whole second that seemed like a lifetime. She knew I was feeling it and she knew I was not gong to stop her from continuing her advances. The towel dropped to the floor and the next thing I felt was two pointed firm little breasts pressed into my back.

Two tiny hands came around to caress my larger softer breasts. Lips were kissing me on the back of my neck. Both of her hands dropped to my thick bush of dark hair. Her hands were talented as they pulled my pussy lips open. I could feel the cool air for the bedroom breeze up into me. Her kisses started to trail downward till her lips were on my anus. Her tongue lashed out running like a wet worm up between the cheeks of my ass to titillate my tiny ass hole. Her fingers were now firmly planted in my wet hot pussy. Her tongue was doing thing to my anus as her fingers were dancing in my pussy. I was helpless as I stood on trembling legs. I reached a climax shaking so hard I nearly fell. Margo cupped her hand under me and licked the juices as they flowed freely. Moments later she had me on the bed her naked little body on top of me. Our lips were together in a sweet juicy kiss. I tasted my cum on her lips and in her mouth. She was so small yet she was in total control of this lesbian encounter. In my two other sessions with women I did not think of it as a lesbian affair because there was a man also evolved. Yet here with only the two of us I was surprised that I was enjoying it so much. Am I a lesbian or just a bi-sexual enjoying both men and women whenever and wherever I can?

I stopped wondering when she reversed her position and offered me a peek at her shaved little pussy. I did not hesitate when she opened her legs above my head I was eager to taste her wet cunt. I found her sweet and wet as my tongue licked and danced as far up her cunt as it would go. It was almost an involuntary motion that pushed a finger up her very enlarged ass hole. Then I used two fingers and that was easy also. Three fingers seem to be just right for she was moaning and jerking around to let me know she was having a climax. Her juices flowed and I drank the nectar of the gods till I was full. We fell apart to rest without words for many minutes. Margo Escort Kars moved first as she sat up. Looking down at me she said, ” Mom, your very sexy and a wonderful lover. Maybe I should tell Keith about us. He may wish to join us for a love session. What do you think?” She met my eyes and knew the answer to her question. For she went on “No, I guess your right maybe he would not feel right about fucking his mother.
But I’ll tell you this Keith is one hell of an exciting lover, he has that special something that makes a girl feel so excited during and after he make love to her. He introduced me to anal fucking and now I love it but I guess you found that out. The way you went after my ass you must have been ass fucked plenty.” I stammer and said, “No I have never been ass fucked.” Her words not mine. Her hand had been lingering between my legs not probing just touching. Now her fingers were on a hunt for my ass. She took a finger and tried to push it up my ass. When she did my natural reflexes took over and her fingertip never got past the pucker. She laughed and said, ” Well I’ll be damned you never have, have you?” It was a question and a statement so I did not answer. Margo left and I finished dressing.

The little shoe repair store I use is in a strip mall on the edge of town. I had to park some distance away and walk. I passed an Adult bookstore with adult toys in the window. Plus a few covers from video and books. One of the toys was a long black vibrator and I had a moment of wonderful memories as I remembered Carl. Next to it was a cover from a video, which showed two girls kissing while each had a cock in them from the rear. I could not tell if the cock was in each pussy or in an ass. But the picture brought to mind a vision of my son Keith with his cock up Margo’s ass. For one moment I wondered how it would feel to have a cock up my ass. To be fucked in the ass. I had enjoyed Shelly’s; fingers in my ass, Ruby was a master at it and it was so exciting I wondered if I were missing some thing. Then I thought I should try it with a vibrator first and see how it felt. But I walked on by to the shoe shop. The old man was not there today but his son a handsome tall dark haired boy was helping out.

He found my shoes and put them in a bag for me. As I paid him I noticed him looking at me strangely. I smiled and asked him. ” What is it do I have egg on my face?” He blushed a little and he said, ” No not at all you have a very beautiful face and body to match.” I thought he was being a little to wise and fresh to a paying customer. So I said, ” Your very fresh I bet your father would not put up with this if he were here.” He smiled and said, ” Oh, I know who you are I have seen your video. So please don’t be so up-it-tee, with me.” I got mad and I said, ” I don’t know what the devil your talking about but I’ll never come back here again so you can be a smart ass with me.” His grin just got wider and he said, ” Lady I rented a video the other night from the store down the block. I saw you give a long tall black guy a blowjob while his girl friend ate you out. So I know who you are. You’re the sloppy drunk in that video.” I was so shocked; I knew just what he was talking about. That couple in the hotel must have had a hidden camera in the room.” I grabbed my shoes and ran from the store. What could I do I was so ashamed. People all over town were watching me in a video. My God who all knew it was I and how would I ever live it down if one of my friends saw it. I ran past the adult store and tried to hind in my car.
I was shaking too bad to drive so I sat there a long time crying.

Five, ten, fifteen minutes I don’t know how long I sat there shaking. I rested my head on the steering wheel. I thought life would never get any worse than this. I had cried and now I just wanted to get home.

I straightened up in time to see there coming out of the adult store was my son Keith. He was carrying a small box it looked to be a videotape. Did he buy a copy of his mother doing her sex act? Was he going to go home and show it to Margo? I was doomed, I was gong to have to die or leave town.

What on earth could I do? This had been my home since I was ten. I had gone to school here, married twice and owned a hone in one of the better neighborhoods. I watched as Keith walked across to a car I did not know. There was a lovely girl behind the wheel I did recognize. It was the wife of Ted Brooks the loan officer at the bank where I do business. What in the world was my son doing driving around with his wife and coming out of an adult store? When they pulled out I was close behind. I followed a few cars back till they turned into the Best Western motel. I know what they were going to do and I felt I was about to be seen by one and all in all my naked glory. But the store had hundreds of videos what were the chances my son would pick up the one I was a star in.

Unwilling as I was when the video was made still there would be no explaining it. After all that was nearly a year ago. So surely that video was old and not sold or rented any more. Then the shoe man’s words came back to me. ” The other night I rented” Oh my lord I cried as I drove home. What was I going to do? Simply there was nothing I could do. “Except maybe.” Well there was a thought.

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Back in aunty’s bedroom, we lay on her bed and she took out – and I am not joking – a little black book from her bedside table drawer.

“I keep notes on all my clients in this little book, so I can swot up on their preferences, although I know most of the details, but a little refresher course never did anyone any harm,” my lovely 38-year-old aunty-cum-dominatrix told me.

“Now let’s see,” she said, thumbing through the entries. “Ah, yes, Theresa M – my clients expect and receive total anonymity,” said Aunty Caroline. “One must be discreet in this profession.”

“What’s her poison, aunty,” I asked, eager to hear what games we would be playing.

Aunty Caroline read from the page on Theresa M: “She’s 45, with vital statistics of 40-27-38. Likes: pussy and nipple punishment, golden showers, forced adoration.”

I plunged in with a question: “Golden showers I’ve studied, forced adoration you’ve shown me today, but pussy and nipple punishment?”

Aunty Caroline smiled: “Oh yes, they are two favourite delights for most of my clientele. I’ll give you a quick demo later.” Then she read on: “No no’s – some clients absolutely refuse to have anything to do with certain practices.

“Now, Theresa’s ‘No no’s’ are dildos and anal intrusion,” said aunty.

Then she slammed the book shut and announced: “Enough research, now I promised you a demonstration of pussy and nipple torture.”

I recoiled at the mention of “torture”, but aunty smiled indulgently. “Don’t worry, I won’t be tearing your titties off, darling.”

She stepped into her walk-in wardrobe and returned, now wearing high heels and that familiar black quarter-cup bra. In her hand she had a crop, several black silk stockings and some clamps.

“Right, Sam, let’s have you kneeling up at the foot of the bed, facing me.”

I obliged so that my naked body was facing her. Aunty Caroline then took my right wrist and tied a stocking to it, then did the same with my left. Around my upper shins, just below my knees, she tied two more stockings. She added another stocking to the free ends of the four attacked to my wrists and legs.

“Now to get you stretched, my pet,” she said, taking the outer stockings and tying them expertly to the bed posts. This had the effect of tensing my entire body. It did wonders for my breasts, which I felt were thrust up into great uplift! For my pussy, of course, it meant total and unencumbered exposure.

Aunty then cupped one of my breasts in her hand and sucked on my nipple, engorging it, before attaching a metal nipple clamp into place on the erect bud.

She did the same to my other nipple, then placed two lead weights to the D-ring attachments at the bottom of the clamps. I felt the tension in my titties, but was proud to see that my 34-inch breasts were still standing high.

Aunty surveyed my predicament and smiled: “Now I’m going to give you some mild twat torture – and it would pay not to writhe around too much, because those nipple clamps aren’t coming off for a while!”

I nodded my understanding, hoping that I would be able to adhere to her instruction. Somehow, I felt it was going to be difficult.

Aunty Caroline then picked up the crop she had emerged from the wardrobe carrying and placed it just below my mouth. “This is a simple little riding crop,” she informed Hatay Escort me, “but it has one rather rigid flap at the business end. That’s for your pussy. Would you like to kiss it?”

With that, my aunt placed the flap against my mouth and I placed a reverent kiss on the coolness of the leather. I found the ritual stimulating and hoped that I wasn’t too wet down there, although I could feel my juices starting to stir.

Aunty then stepped back and placed the crop’s flap against my pussy, rubbing it delightfully along my sex trench before pulling it away and inspecting it. From where I knelt in bondage, I could see the glistening gleam my juices had deposited on the leather – clear proof of my arousal.

My aunt smiled knowingly and then flicked the crop against my piss flaps. “Ooooouch,” I yelled, as the pain stung through me like an electric shock. And, to add to my worries, my upper body threshed around, causing sudden little jolts to run through my titties and breasts.

The next blow I was expecting, and although I didn’t cry out, the surge of pain which coursed through my sex caused me to writhe again, sending little volts of excitement through my boobs.

Slowly, with a deliberate cadence, aunty continued to whip my poor defenceless pussy with her riding crop, but after a while I found I could control my upper body, cutting back on my wriggling and writhing until I was receiving the punishment almost stoically.

Finally, Aunty Caroline halted her flagellation of my pussy and placed the flap against my mouth for more kisses. The leather was now infused with the aroma of my snatch, and the inter-mingling perfumes of sex juice and leather was almost dizzying.

Aunty threw the crop on the bed’s satin sheets, then went to her dressing table and pulled the wide stool standing in front of it until it was directly opposite my bound body.

Seated on the stool, her face was directly level with my crotch and I tensed, aware of what she was going to do, but unaware of the effect her attentions would have on my flogged flesh.

As if sensing that, aunty looked up at me, her lovely dark hair shining around her beautiful face. “Don’t worry, Sam, this is the best part,” she whispered. Then she buried her face in my pussy and began to perform her erotic expertise on my tingling twat.

At first the sensation of her tongue on my recently assaulted minge was agony. My mouth tensed but I let out a low “Mmmmmmn” as Aunty Caroline began to massage my pussy, flicking her tongue into my cunt, then along the outer labia lips, before trailing further upwards to my crop-punished clitoris.

Gradually, though, the throbbing pain down there began to recede, to be replaced with a glowing sensation that was causing me to release even more sex juice.

This reaction drew a response from my “agony aunt”, who pulled her face away and planted a deep kiss on my mons. “You’re so wet down there, you dirty little slut!” she whispered, huskily.

“How can I help it, you wicked woman?” I panted. Then, feeling bolder I implored: “Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”

Aunty heeded my pleas and buried her face back into my streaming snatch, licking and kissing her way from anus to clit and back again, each trip over my sex lips eliciting little groans and moans as I let my lust take over.

Finally, Hatay Escort Bayan her ministrations were too much and I started to thrash about in my bonds as the inevitable orgasm began to flood through me in an unstoppable surge. I shouted and yelled all the usual things that we women cry out in the throes of ecstasy, then I slumped as the climax peaked, then began to ebb.

Aunty then went to the bedside table, where I had left my half-full glass of Krug and brought it over, allowing me to drain the lovely amber fluid. Then she gently unclipped the clamps from my nipples and stood slightly off to one side.

“Ready?” aunty inquired. I had no idea what she was talking about, but I nodded.

She then placed her right hand against my sex trench and began to stroke my fevered flesh, flicking through my cleft before tweaking on my clit. Then she lowered her mouth and sucked on my right nipple.

I arched backwards, striving to escape her oral attentions, as a searing shock ran through my breast. Then she leaned over and sucked on the left nipple. Again an electric jolt ran from my nipple through my heaving boob.

As she flicked her fingers along my sex trench, sometimes pushing a forefinger up my cunt, sometimes pinching on my clit, aunty’s mouth flickered from nipple to nipple, sending shock waves through my recently clamped tits.

But gradually, as it had with my pussy, the pain in my boobs faded into a glorious glow of arousal. Aunty sucked increasingly strongly on my tits, and then – as if my breasts were a conduit to my clit – I began to heave and surge to orgasm once more, as her mouth and fingers did their wonderful work.

Cuddling together back on the bed, aunty stroked my hair and allowed me to suck on her stunning 36-inch tits, still pressed up in the lovely leather quarter-cup bra, when she suddenly sat up.

“Right, Sam,” she smiled, “that’s pussy and tit torture out of the way – and I know you absolutely adored it! You’re becoming well aware of body adoration, so that leaves golden showers.”

I sat up. “Er, I don’t know, aunty,” I mumbled. “That’s something I’m really sure about.”

Aunty Caroline looked reassuring. “Don’t worry, darling,” she calmed me, “just a little introduction – nothing too heavy!”

I nodded. “OK then, aunty, I trust you.”

The stunningly-built ex-Penthouse Pet and retired lingerie model, then got up, removed her bra and held out her hand to me. “The shower’s the best place for this, then we can clean up the mess and get ourselves cleaned up at the same time,” she told me.

In the en suite bathroom, Aunty Caroline then ran the shower till hot water steamed all over the room. Switching it off, she turned on the extractor fan and announced: “Now it’s nice and warm in there – let’s go!”

I stepped into the shower cubicle, butterflies in my stomach and felt aunty’s hand stroking my buttocks.

“Do you want to piss first, or shall I?” she asked, as we stepped against each other, our breasts rubbing together, her mons pressing against mine.

“I’m bursting to pee, aunty,” I said, “that champagne has gone straight to my head.”

Aunty laughed: “You mean straight to your bladder, Sam!”

Then, to my surprise, she went down on her knees so her face was directly opposite my pussy. Looking Escort Hatay back on it, quite what position I had expected her to adopt, I don’t know, but her words then gave me no doubt as to her expectations.

“Piss on my face, darling, let it go!” she breathed, her voice betraying her excitement.

I placed my feet on either side of her haunches and prepared to let go. As keen as I was to piss, excitement got the better of me for a moment, preventing me from releasing the flood I knew was building.

Then aunty’s tongue flickered along my sex trench and all inhibitions were lost as I let loose a flood of yellow urine, which splattered and splashed all over her face.

The warm piss cascaded down her upper body and Aunty Caroline placed her hands beneath her nipple-hard breasts to cup pools of piss in her palms.

She then proceeded to rub the sticky wetness all over her lovely globes as my stream dwindled to a tiny trickle, then faded away entirely.

At the conclusion, Aunty Caroline placed her mouth on my minge and her tongue laved along my labia lips, sucking the slick slit between them. The effect was once more to drive me to a frenzy of lust and without shame I grabbed her lustrous hair and pressed her into my sex as I shouted my way to climax yet again.

When my sobs had calmed, Aunty Caroline stood and placed a slow, lingering kiss on my mouth, her lips tasting warm and salty from my piss. I was surprised at how incredibly sexy such a kiss was and I responded eagerly, licking and kissing her piss-stained face.

“Now it’s my turn, darling,” she whispered, and a firm hand pressed me down to the floor of the cubicle. On my way there I’m not ashamed to say that I traced my tongue over her gleaming urine-drenched breasts, savouring the salty tang on her wonderful flesh.

When I was kneeling on the warm, piss covered floor of the shower, aunty placed her feet wide. Her pose brought her dark-haired, trimmed pussy close to my mouth, her prominent, pink lips plainly in view.

A husky voice above me called out: “Ready, pet?”

I placed a slow, deferential kiss on aunty’s pussy – stained, I could tell as I tasted her, by the contents of my bladder that I had emptied over her only minutes before.

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’, my darling,” said aunty, as I bestowed my kiss on her tasty twat.

Then a stream of yellow piss erupted, striking me with a warm jet. I spluttered beneath its assault, then Aunty Caroline squatted a little and made a target of my breasts.

Taking a lead from aunty’s performance, I cupped my hands beneath my breasts as the warm urine sprayed onto me, and rubbed it in circles over my nipple-taut globes.

Finally, aunty’s jetstream dwindled to a few drops and I pressed my mouth against her sex, sucking on her labia, licking at her urethra, amazing myself at the wonderfully sexy taste of her amber nectar.

Then, aunty took charge of my next moves and began to graunch and grind on my mouth, thrusting back and forth as my tongue traversed the slippery crevices of her pussy before exploding in an ecstasy of climactic excitement.

As her quivering and heaving subsided, I climbed back to my feet and we pressed our mouths against each other, tasting salty tangyness, rubbing our piss-covered breasts together.

Aunty disengaged her mouth from mine and turned the shower on, to allow hot water to cascade all over our bodies.

“Now for another kind of shower, my darling niece,” Aunty Caroline whispered in my ear.

“Yes,” I responded, “but nowhere near as tasty!”

To be continued.

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Cassy heard the familiar rattle of her letterbox. The post here in Cornwall was always on time; letters and bills would arrive on her welcome matt at some point between nine-thirty and ten every morning. Back in London you would be lucky to see a postman before midday.

She had come down from Capital over a year ago, and now had no regrets. For a short period, out of season during her first December, she had wondered if she had done the right thing leaving her job and her friends. During that winter she had felt disengaged from the world, isolated and deflated. The locals had seemed indifferent, only the young men would acknowledge her as a presence, with looks of lust as she walked by. She had never felt so completely alone.

At first she constantly pined for Amie, her ex-partner. She still could not understand why she betrayed her trust and jumped into bed with that slutty little book illustrator, Pippa Goodenough. What irked most about Amie’s deceit was that she herself had introduced them to each other at the London Book Fair. They were now living together in Nottinghill Gate, and last month they, the bitches, had sent her an invitation to their civil ceremony. Talk about rubbing your nose in it!

When Amie told Cassy that she was leaving, that was the final straw. For months before it all blew up she had only been going through the motions at work. After Amie’s news, and a week of smashing ornaments, she decided to resign from her job as features editor at Crimson Lady, the society women’s magazine. Widespread broadband meant she could easily have carried on working from her new home in Cornwall, but she had decided to take a complete break and concentrate on finishing the novel she had been wrestling with for over two years. Her agent had promised to get it published on the strength of the first chapter

The writing had been going well and now she was in the final stages of tidying up loose ends. She had no T.V. and only an old dial up Internet connection, which she used once a week to catch up with her friends. The still viewed her move away with bewildered incredulity. But she did not miss the tedious social rounds; the invitations to a new book launch, or the dinner parties held by smug happy couples. Nor the office gossip or the deluge of celebrity tittle-tattle that the media and her own publication was obsessed with.

After paying back what she still owed on the mortgage, the money she had made on the sale of her flat had been enough for her to buy small cottage. Properties were a third the price you would pay in London. With the thirty thousand she now had left over, she would be able to survive for at least two years or more. Time enough to finish her book.

Gradually, though, Cassy had fallen in love with the bleak isolation of the Cornish coast in winter. Now the sense of isolation protected her and impelled her inwards, to dig deep within her-self for the ideas that would steer her writing. Each day before she would start to write, she would walk on the beach in the early morning, the wind from the Atlantic scouring her face. Then, for half an hour or more, she would sit on the dunes, snugly ensconced in the depths of her arctic parka, and let the sound of the huge breakers sweep her mind clean. She would go back to her work desk inspired, ready to write for four hours. It was the same each day, everyday, like clockwork.

And over time the locals had become used to seeing her going about her errands in their small seaside town, and they would stop to pass the time of day. The shopkeepers would smile in recognition when she went into their stores and address her as Miss Thompson.

It was now late May and it was hot. The summer seemed to be here at last. She had set about opening her mail and was feeling very pleased with her new life. She drank tea whilst looking at each envelope in turn. Most were typed business correspondences, but there was one letter with a large colourful foreign stamp in the corner. The address was in a handwriting that she recognised as belonging to one of the twins, her nieces, the daughters of her much older sister Mary.

Now, which one was it? Cassy looked hard at the handwriting and decided it belonged to Lotti. Lorri was left-handed and was not as neat as her sister. It said that the pair would soon be back in the U.K and asked, would it be okay for them to visit? They would telephone when they arrived in at the airport. She had given up ever hearing from them again, and although tears were in her eyes, inside she felt ready to burst with gladness.

Two weeks later she was waiting outside the railway station waiting for the girls to arrive, feeling excited, and very nervous. They would be grown women now, not the teenage girls they had been when they left. She thought about how they used to be and the time they were emotionally close.

After their father, Jack, had left them, Mary had found it hard to cope with the girls. The separation had affected her badly and she had started to Isparta Escort drink heavily. Relatives offered to do what they could to help her with the care of her daughters.

The girls would visit Cassy once each month, to stay with her and Amie, in the new house that they had just moved into. They would arrive Friday evening and leave Sunday teatime. Amie indulged the girls, and Cassy loved those days when they would play being a family. As other relatives became tired of the burden of looking after two troubled teenage girls, they came to Cassy’s place more and more often, until by the time they were seventeen they were there every weekend, and longer in the holidays.

During their eighteenth year, whilst taking their exams, it had been thought best that the twins went to live with Cassy for the summer. There they could study without having to cope with the emotional demands of their mother. They both received the grades they needed for the universities of the their choice and all was looking on course for them. In September Cassy waved them both goodbye as they set out together on their gap-year travels. They had not been back to the UK since that day, failing to return to take up their uni places. It had been three years now since she had seen them. She had received the occasional email, or card but in her heart she had thought them lost to her.

And then she saw them coming through the station exit, all back packs, T-shirts, and shorts. She marvelled at the pair. They were both fine looking young women now, but together, like this, their combined beauty radiated from them and no one could help but stop and stare as they went by. They were not identical twins; Lotti had straight, nearly black hair. She was Olive skinned and Mediterranean looking. Cassy had always thought she resembled a younger version of herself, and did so even more so today. They had probably inherited a similar combination of genes. Lorri was taller, with pale and freckled skin, her hair was an explosion of strawberry blond curls. Her looks were those of her father.

Cassy got out of the car and waved, “Over here, girls.”

They both turned, and when they saw her, Lotti shouted, “Auntie Cassy! Oh Auntie Cassy! She’s there, Lorri.” She pointed, “There!” They ran to her.

They hugged and exchanged kisses. Tears came to Cassy’s eyes and she thought she might cry completely. She had not expected this surge of emotion. After the company of strangers for so long the sudden presence of her family undid some tight knot that she had tied inside herself, it detonated a bomb of love.

When the excitement had abated, Cassy took them to a local pub for lunch. They talked all afternoon, re-establishing old bonds. The girls explained their failure to return and were sad that they had upset Cassy. They told her of their plans and that they were back in the UK to stay, and that they would now be re-applying to university.

Later, they asked if it would be okay if they surfed for a couple of hours before going to the cottage. Cassy said that she could do with some time on the beach in the sun, and that she would love to watch them. The girls hired boards and wet suits and ambled down to the waterline.

She watched from the dunes as they surfed. Learning to surf had been on her list of things to do, but the winter had meant she had put it on hold. Today the surf was clean and well formed, the waves about two foot high. They were not bad surfers and managed to ride a number of waves all the way. They had taken lessons while they had been in New Zealand, and had practised again while travelling in Australia.

After the surfing, the girls sat on towels with their aunt.

Sitting up and rummaging in her beach bag, Cassy said, “You should put some cream on, girls. It may not be that hot but the sun can still catch you. Especially you, Lorri, with that fair skin of yours.” She threw the bottle to her.

Lorri undid the top and smeared dollops onto her arms and rubbed it in, all the while looking at Cassy. “Can you do my shoulders, Aunt Cassy, please? I can’t reach.”

Cassy crawled across the towels to her and quickly applied cream to Lorri’s, pale, freckled shoulders.

“Can you do my legs too,” said Lorri.

Lorri objected to her sister. “Lotti! You can’t expect Aunt Cassy to do your legs. Here let me.” She took the bottle from Cassy and applied it to her sister’s legs. Lotti was now lying face down.

Cassy watched Lorri smearing Lotti’s legs with cream. She noticed that as Lotti’s creamed hands went up Lorri’s legs, her sister spread them wider and allowed her to rub cream into her inner thighs up to her crutch. Cassy turned away slightly embarrassed. But in spite of herself, a little aroused.

That night, while the girls showered and changed into frocks, Cassy cooked a meal, which they ate outdoors round the big wooden garden table. You could not see the sea from Cassy’s garden but you could hear the waves pummelling the Isparta Escort Bayan sand two hundred yards away. As the late-spring evening dwindled, they sat by the light of garden candles and the girls told more tales of their travels. Cassy listened with genuine interest, savouring the voices she had not heard for so long. They chatted and laughed, slowly getting very slightly drunk together, happy to be together again.

By nine-thirty, the night air had become too chilled to stay outside. They went indoors and lit a fire in the old hearth. While they waited for it to take hold, the three of them went into the kitchen to tackle the dishes. As Cassy washed, the girls were busy around her in the cramped space of the small cottage scullery, cleaning the stove and surfaces. They would brush past each other as they worked. Once Lorri gently held Cassy’s waist from behind, as she was squeezing past, and lingered by her for seconds, then moved on. Cassy was sure she had felt a close breath about her neck, but quickly dismissed the thought that for one brief second she allowed to creep into her mind. After all, they were family and could allow each other such intimacies.

When all was clean and in order Cassy went to join the girls, who had already returned to the living room. They were sitting together on the sofa and had music playing in the background. She took the chair facing them and they began to talk about the times when the twins used to stay over with her and Amie.

Lotti asked, “Auntie Cassy, why did you and Amie split up?”

Cassy did not like to badmouth her ex to the twins, she had been good to them and had been truly fond of them, and they in turn had happy memories of her.

“We just drifted apart,” she lied. “We wanted different things.”

“I was so fond of her,” said Lotti. “I would loved to have seen her again, and talked to her now woman to woman.”

“Bet you didn’t know Lotti was a closet lesbian, did you Aunt Cassy?” Lorri said as, with a wicked smile playing on her lips, she reached over and touched her sister’s cheeks in a sexy-mock-teasing gesture.

“I am so not,” Lotti spat back at her sister, knocking her arm away. Then turning to Cassy, “But Aunt Cassy, Lorri did have a crush on you. Didn’t you, Lorri?”

“Lottiiiii! No I so did not.” She gave her sister a look that Cassy found hard to interpret.

“Ignore her, Aunt Cassy. She’s being spiteful and nasty; just because I wouldn’t let her use my Ipod on the train.” Her face was turning crimson as she spoke.

“Yes, you did. When we were eighteen and staying at auntie’s, during that time Mum was dining, you asked me to put on one of her dresses so that you could pretend I was Aunt Cassy for you. You said you wanted to kiss me when I was dressed up.”

“Lorri! You little bitch! You know I didn’t ask you to do that. Why are you saying this now?”

Lorri was becoming deeply embarrassed and angry. But only because what really really did happen back then.

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It had been coming up to Christmas and they were visiting for the week. They had been left alone and were in the lounge reading. Cassy and Amie had gone to do seasonal shopping.

Lotti had asked, “Do you think Auntie Cassy is beautiful, Lorri?”

“Sometimes when I look at how gorgeous she is I want to kiss her and hold her. But I love her more because she has been so good to us and has always been there for us,” confessed Lorri.

Lotti was looking at herself in a small mirror. “I look a lot like her, don’t you think, Lorri?

“Sometimes you do…You know you do.”

“So…does that mean you want to kiss and hold me too?”

“Why would I want to kiss you. Ugh!” Lorri pulled her face and pocked her tongue at her sister. “But you probably will be just like her when you’re older…but she’s different than you are now. She’s all sophisticated and fashionable. The clothes she wears, and her hair and make up, are all different than yours. She moves in a different way than you do, she speaks nice and gentle.”

“I want to be just like her when I’m twenty-six,” said Lotti, brushing her dark hair from her eyes.

“Would you have a girlfriend like Amie, too? I bet you would, wouldn’t you?

“If I did like girls, I would choose one with red hair and had white skin.” A dreamy look had come into Lotti’s eyes.

“Lottiiii! You will be such a fish-slut!”

“I don’t care; why should I care?”

“How do you think they do it with each other?” said Lorri, trying to be outrageous. “Do you think they use one of those rubber cock things?”

“A dildo. You mean a dildo. Lorri, you are so not sophisticated.”

“Whatever!”

Lotti grinned and said. “No, I bet they have a strap on. You know a big artificial penis attached to pants that the one who is being the man puts on and uses to do it to do her girlfriend with; like if they were a regular couple.”

“No waaay! Escort Isparta Is that what they do? Do you think Aunt Cassy and Amie really have one of those?”

“I bet they do.”

Lotti had an idea and said, “I’m just going to have a shower. Stay here, Lotti. You can think about Aunt Cassy and Amie doing it. Try not to touch yourself while you do… You know you want to.”

Lorri hurled her book at her sister and shouted, “You are such a doob”

Lotti went upstairs and showered, dried herself, then wandered naked into Cassy’s room. She inspected her aunt’s underwear draw looking for sex toys but did not find any. So, instead she chose items and lay them on the bed, then opened the wardrobe and took out a trendy blue mini-dress and put it beside the white bras and panties. After looking at them for a minute, she slipped into Cassy’s underwear.

On the floor, by the bed, was a pair of discarded pantyhose; she picked them up and delicately sniffed at them, to make sure they were her aunt’s and not Amie’s They had the musky aroma of Cassy and the sweetness of her body spray. As she pulled them over her legs and up around her waist, she began to feel that it was her aunt’s skin that she was stepping into. She wriggled into the dress, fastened the buttons and looked into the mirror. Not quite good enough she thought, and spent fifteen minutes with make up trying to replicate Cassy’s look. When she had her face the best she could make it, she clipped her dark hair into the same style that her aunt would wear it and then dabbed a little of Cassy’s favourite perfume onto her neck.

She stood back and looked at herself in the mirror. In the late afternoon half-light of the December afternoon it was not herself that she saw reflected; it was her aunt Cassy that was looking back at her from the glass. Her mind began to spin as she tried to comprehend the transformation. She touched her own face, rubbed her hands the length of her own body, and as she watched in the mirror, she felt her own identity slipping away.

“Lotti! What the fuck are you doing?” Lorri stood in the doorway. Her mouth was open now, but no more words would come out.

In a dazed whisper, Lotti said, “I’ve done it for you, Lotti… just for you. I thought you would like me to be Aunt Cassy for you…I know you are in love with her. That you really do love her a lot.”

Lorri did not know whether to scream at her sister or go to hold her. She’d never told anyone, not even her twin, the reality of just how much she did love Cassy, and how she would lie in bed at night and imagine her aunt beside her. Lorri would fantasise about her kissing her face and stroking her hair, telling her everything was okay, then falling asleep in her arms.

She should have realised Lorri would know how she felt. They had no other secrets. And now Lorri had changed herself; just for her. Looking at her now, she could not make her brain understand; it was like a photographic double exposure. Lotti was there but her aunt was also standing there, inviting her and offering the physical closeness she craved, and needed,

Her longing for love and physical contact won the day and she walked over to Lotti, stood inches from her and, without bodies touching, kissed her gingerly on the lips. The taste of lip-gloss on another female’s mouth was a new thing to her, and what her body was feeling was also a new and confused her.

Lotti placed her hands on the side her sister’s hips, drew herself closer and buried her face into her warm soft neck and hair. The shock of Cassy’s scent lingering there pleased her; the presence of her aunt calmed and reassured her. Then she moved closer, holding her sister tight and kissing her like she would a boy. Lorri led her sister onto the bed and for the next half-hour they kissed and held each other. The sexual arousal that came was enough in itself, they did not need to see it further, to bring it to any kind of climax or release. The heightened sexuality of their minds and bodies was euphoric and sufficient enough for their needs.

Every week after this, they would play their little game while Cassy and Amie were out. Sometimes Lorri would put on something of Amie’s, or wear her perfume. As time went by they became more adventurous, and eventually they would undress each other and would lie together on Cassy’s bed naked, enjoying the comfort of each other’s softness, revelling in the rich full cream thickness of their silky nakedness. They were never intimate with each other in this way in any other place. They needed to be at Cassy’s house, and for Lorri to be in her aunt’s clothes for the magic to start to work.

When they had left Cassy, and gone abroad they had never again mentioned their weekly intimacies. Each pretended it had never happened. They were just sisters again, no longer pretend-lovers.

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Lorri reached across the sofa and grabbed her sister’s hair and started to pull hard, all the while screaming, “Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! You fucking bitch! It was your fault. You started it. How could you tell Cassy? I hate you! Hate you! Hate you!”

Lotti fought back as best she could but was being hurt and overpowered by her sister’s rage. They were both screaming drunkenly at each other.

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“We’re going to see that you get to be just as happy at least one more time before going to bed, princess,” Daddy told me. “As soon as Uncle Johnny gets his breath back, we’re going to move this to Daddy’s bed.”

The three of us were laying on the couch in the living room, Daddy on the bottom with me sandwiched in the middle with Uncle Johnny’s large cock still deep in my ass. I had just been fucked for the first time by my daddy and my uncle, and was feeling so cherished to be in their arms. Daddy’s left hand was still wedged between our bodies, his thumb brushing my clit, sending little shivers through me, while his fingers gently massaged Uncle Johnny’s big balls as Uncle Johnny caught his breath. Uncle Johnny was lazily playing with my right breast, so big it wouldn’t flatten nicely against Daddy’s chest, squeezing as much as he could fit into his hand and occasionally pulling on the nipple. Their hands on me kept me from falling asleep, and though I was getting tired, I was looking forward to one more round of whatever was in store for me in Daddy’s bedroom.

“Is your bed going to be big enough for all three of us, Daddy?” I asked, quietly, the three of us starting to breathe softly in unison.

Daddy chuckled. “Why do you think I’ve got a king-plus, princess?”

“What do you mean?”

Uncle Johnny shifted his weight on top of me, his dick slipping out of my ass to lay sticky and half-hard against my ass cheeks. He pulled me up just enough so that he could offer Daddy a taste of my right nipple, which Daddy wasted no time in sucking deep into his mouth.

“Oh!” I gasped as Daddy’s tongue started flicking my nipple.

“What he means, pun’kin, is that your Daddy and I have secretly been hoping to fuck you for a long time now,” Uncle Johnny said in my ear. “Isn’t that right, Bill?”

“Mmhmm,” Daddy murmured while sucking as much of my big breast into his mouth as he could.

“I-I had no idea,” I stammered, loving the feeling of hot, wet heat surrounding my tit.

“Well, it wasn’t something we really talked about,” Uncle Johnny said, “but we both watched you grow up, and we both watched each other watching you grow up. I’m pretty sure when your daddy got that big new bed last year, he was hoping you’d end up in it.”

Daddy finally pulled back from my breast to smile at us both. “Damn right,” he said. “I can’t wait to see you naked in my bed, babygirl, preferably with a cock somewhere in you.”

“Yes, please, Daddy!” I said, my eyes shining with excitement.

“That’s a good girl,” Daddy said, cupping my face and kissing me deeply, his tongue thrusting into my mouth in a parody of what his cock had been doing to my pussy only a few minutes earlier. “Now why don’t you get that gorgeous ass of yours upstairs.”

“Yes, sir!” I said, and Daddy’s eyes gleamed.

We managed to untangle ourselves from each other and the couch, Daddy and Uncle Johnny leaning back into opposite corners while I stood up in front of them.

“Are you coming?” I asked them.

They looked at each other and grinned.

“Hell yeah,” Uncle Johnny said, “hopefully all over you!”

I giggled. “You know what I meant, Uncle Johnny!”

“We just want to watch you run up those stairs, princess,” Daddy told me. “I can’t get enough of those tits and that ass of yours. You have no idea what seeing you in your cheerleading uniform has done to me all these years. I can’t wait to see them bouncing around during one of your cheers again.”

“Really, Daddy?!” I squealed, bringing my hands to my breasts, cupping them for him. “You like watching my big tits bounce during my cheer routines?”

“Fuck yes,” Uncle Johnny answered for them both. “Why do you think we come to all the games, pun’kin? It’s not ’cause we like to watch the football players!”

I rolled my eyes. “Well maybe,” I told them, “if you’re lucky, I’ll do one of my cheers for you later…naked.”

Daddy pushed off the couch then and grabbed me around the waist, pulling me against his naked body and kissing the breath out of me.

“You’re so perfect princess,” he told me when we came up for air. He turned me around toward the stairs and smacked me on the ass.

“Ouch!” I jumped in surprise.

“There’ll be more where that came from if you don’t get that sweet ass upstairs and into my bed, young lady,” Daddy said in mock sternness.

“Yes, sir!” I said, and started jogging from the room so they could watch my breasts and ass bounce the way they wanted.

I heard Uncle Johnny groan loudly as I ran from the room, and smiled to myself. Running up the stairs, I skipped down the hallway and into Daddy’s room, stopping just over the threshold to look around.

Daddy’s room was big, but it was completely dominated by the king-and-a-half size bed. It was against the wall on the left, stretching out into practically the middle of the room. An easy chair sat in the left front corner of the room with some clothes tossed over it, while a long and low dresser with a big mirror over Hatay Escort it stood on the wall to the right facing the bed. The ensuite bathroom entry was between the dresser and the back wall of the room, which was wall-to-wall accordion glass doors leading to the private balcony entrance that overlooked the backyard and pool. The sun had set already, and it was pitch black outside, so I could see myself standing naked in Daddy’s bedroom doorway reflected in the windows. When I moved toward the bed, I watched myself come closer in the window, my big breasts moving slightly up and down, side to side. Leaning over the side of the bed to reach under the mountain of pillows to pull the covers back, I turned my head and could see my side reflection in the mirror above the dresser. I could feel myself start to become wet again as I imagined watching Daddy and Uncle Johnny play with me in the mirror, watching their big cocks sliding in and out of me, their hands and mouths all over my body. I could hardly wait.

Heavy footsteps were on the stairs, so I stopped daydreaming and hurriedly pulled back the covers, climbing onto the bed. Kneeling in the center of the massive bed, I parted my thighs to make sure they could see my shaven pussy, wet and spread for them, when they came into the room. I put my hands behind my back, crossing my arms so each hand cupped the opposite elbow, which thrust my breasts up and out into the air, making them bulge even bigger than they already were.

Daddy and Uncle Johnny both stopped in the doorway, gasping when they saw me.

“Good god, princess,” Daddy said.

His eyes ravished me, flicking between the view of my tight, high, round ass in the glass window behind me, hints of my huge breasts peeking out from either side of my body, to the side view in the mirror above the dresser across the bed taking in my slender profile, to the glistening pussy lips and big firm tits right in front of him.

“You are so fucking sexy in that bed, pun’kin,” Uncle Johnny told me, his cock proving his words as it once again stood up straight and proud, so hard it was almost touching his stomach.

“I can’t wait to have a picture of you like that, baby,” Daddy said, “waiting naked in my bed for me.”

“Are you really going to take pictures of me, Daddy?” I asked quietly.

“Oh yes, princess,” Daddy said, stepping into the room, fisting his hard cock in his big hand as he walked toward the bed. “Daddy’s going to take all kinds of pictures and video of you. Would you like that?”

“I’d like to do anything that makes you and Uncle Johnny happy,” I told him truthfully, as Uncle Johnny came up to stand next to him at the side of the bed, both of them staring at me with lust and love in their eyes.

“Clearly a photo shoot is in order, Bill,” Uncle Johnny said, the heat of his gaze feeling almost like his hands and mouth were already on my body as they wandered over my hard little nipples, down my torso to my swollen pussy lips, and back again to focus on my lips. “Have I kissed you yet, pun’kin?” Uncle Johnny asked me.

“I don’t believe so, Uncle Johnny,” I told him. “I’ve sucked on your fingers and your penis before.”

“Call in my dick or my cock, pun’kin.”

“Yes, sir,” I said. “I’ve sucked on your cock before…”

“And you’ve had my cock in your ass and your pussy, haven’t you baby?” Uncle Johnny asked, starting to get on the bed.

“Yes, sir,” I said again, watching him make his way to me.

“But I haven’t kissed you yet, have I?”

“No, sir,” I said, when he was right in front of me.

“Well, pun’kin,” he said, cupping my face in his hands, “I’m going to kiss you,” and he kissed my forehead while my eyes closed, “all over your gorgeous body,” he kissed my nose, “while your Daddy licks,” he kissed one cheek, “your sweet pussy,” he kissed the other cheek, “and then we’re going to fuck you.” He finally kissed my mouth, his hands holding my head at just the right angle for him to slide his tongue in and play with mine, his lips pressing so sweetly against my lips, his teeth pulling my plump bottom lip into his mouth for a second as he pulled away. “How does that sound?”

“Th-that sounds just perfect, Uncle Johnny,” I said shakily, as I held onto his arms to keep from falling over. His tender kiss had rocked me to the core, a core which was starting to drip wet as I felt the precum seeping from his hard cock where it pressed against my stomach, my nipples turning into hard little pebbles from rubbing over his chest.

“It’s so sexy watching you two kiss,” Daddy said as he climbed onto the bed, “but it’s time for Daddy to taste your pussy, princess.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I said to him, while I sank back against the pillows.

“That’s it, baby,” Daddy said, while he and Uncle Johnny kneeled above me. “Lay back and spread those long legs of yours.”

I did just that, leaning back against the pillows, sliding my feet up until my heels touched my ass, and then letting my knees fall to the side, spreading Hatay Escort Bayan my thighs wide for their gaze.

“You’re so beautiful, princess,” Daddy said, his eyes glued to my pussy.

I knew he could see how wet I was as my pussy lips started to open, and I slid one hand down to help open my pussy up for him.

“Oh yes, that’s right babygirl, show your pussy to Daddy,” he said, moving to lie down between my legs. “God I can’t wait to taste you.”

My back arched involuntarily, pushing my pussy in his direction as I moaned. “Oh yes, please, Daddy! Please do it, please kiss my pussy.”

Scooting closer to my pussy, Daddy put one big hand on my left thigh to press it down onto the bed. Uncle Johnny had stretched out next to my right side, and he pulled my right leg up and over his own so that I was spread as wide as could be for Daddy to see my wet, swollen, pretty pink puss.

“Play with your breasts for your daddy,” Uncle Johnny told me, while his hand moved down my body to replace my own, holding my pussy lips open for Daddy’s gaze.

Uncle Johnny’s lips captured mine again while my small hands tried to cup as much of my big breasts as I could, to push them together, squeezing them for Daddy’s pleasure.

“Goddamn you’re so sexy, princess,” Daddy said, his fingers just starting to graze my pussy lips, almost tangling with Uncle Johnny’s.

The feeling of both of their fingers playing with my pussy almost made me cum right then, and my hips gave another little thrust while I moaned into Uncle Johnny’s mouth.

Daddy chuckled as he used a fingertip to gently press on my swollen little clit. “You like our fingers on your pussy, babygirl?”

“Oh god, yes!” I gasped, tearing my lips away from Uncle Johnny’s and feeling my whole body undulate in pleasure as Daddy slid one thick finger into my pussy. “I love to feel your hands on me! Especially together, and especially on my pussy.”

“Well, if you like that so much, you’re going to love this,” Daddy said, right before he licked me.

My whole body shot off the bed, unintentionally driving Daddy’s finger deeper into me while I tried to get closer to his elusive tongue.

“Daddy, you’re teasing me!” I moaned into Uncle Johnny’s mouth, which was busy kissing mine again.

“I can’t help it, princess,” Daddy said, then licked me again, causing me to squirm. “I love the way your body responds.”

He withdrew his finger, and reached up to circle my right nipple with my own juice. “That’s for you, John.”

Uncle Johnny pulled his lips away from mine. “Thanks, Bill. Cara,” he said to me, “feed me your nipple, baby.”

“Oh god,” I moaned, as I held up one big breast for Uncle Johnny to kiss, sucking my nipple into his mouth, pulling on it with long drags like he was drinking milk rather than tasting my pussy juice.

“Delicious,” Uncle Johnny declared, letting my nipple go with a pop.

Daddy grinned up at him from between my legs. “I agree.” And then he dove in, his tongue spearing my pussy over and over again, thrusting in like a mini-cock while I cried out and began to thrust my hips against his face.

“Oh! Oh! God! Yes! Daddy! Please!” I kept gasping over and over again while Daddy alternated between long licks all up and down my pussy, or thrusting inside me with his tongue.

Uncle Johnny was kissing my neck, nibbling my ear, and biting my nipples while his fingers still held my pussy lips apart for Daddy, also trying to hold my hips down with the force of his hand, as they wanted to buck all over the place with the pleasure Daddy was making me feel.

“Rub her clit, John,” Daddy said, sliding one finger deep into me again. He pumped his finger in and out a few times, getting it nice and wet. “We’re going to make you come so hard, princess,” he told me, pulling his finger out of my pussy and sliding it deep into my ass.

“Oh my GOD!” I moan-screamed under the barrage of sensations: a finger in my asshole, Daddy’s tongue working my pussy, while Uncle Johnny’s fingers flicked over my clit, my nipple in his mouth.

Daddy’s tongue kept up a steady rhythm of fucking my pussy while his finger kept up a steady rhythm of fucking my ass.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I shouted, my body shaking as I began to orgasm, eyes squeezed tightly shut but with fireworks going off in my head. “Oh my God! Oh my God!”

I passed out for a minute due to the intense sensations coursing through my body, and came to with Uncle Johnny cradling me in his arms while Daddy gently lapped at my pussy juices, still flowing from the insane orgasm I’d just had.

“Ohh, Daddy,” I moaned as I regained consciousness. “Uncle Johnny, what happened?”

“Shh, it’s alright pun’kin,” Uncle Johnny said, kissing my forehead.

“You passed out for a couple of minutes, princess,” Daddy said, looking up from my pussy.

“Is that normal?” I asked, a little bit scared.

Daddy grinned at me. “Totally normal when you’ve just had your world rocked by the most Escort Hatay amazing orgasm of your life.”

I started to feel better, safe in Uncle Johnny’s arms with Daddy still between my legs staring at me with love in his eyes. “Then I guess I better get used to it with you two!” I told him.

Uncle Johnny laughed, and kissed me. “Damn right!”

“Now,” Daddy said, holding my gaze. “Do you need to go to sleep, or do you want to finish out our night?”

“I’d like to finish our night, please,” I told him.

“Such a good girl,” Uncle Johnny growled low in my ear, and I could feel his hard cock throbbing against my hip. “So accommodating for your daddy and uncle.”

“I’d do anything to please you,” I whispered.

“Anything?”

I looked up at Uncle Johnny’s handsome face, so close to mine, and kissed him on the lips. “Anything.”

“Then get on all fours in the middle of the bed, princess,” Daddy told me, kneeling back up so that I could close my legs and arrange myself in the middle of the bed. “Face the windows, baby. I want you to be able to see some of this.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I said, as I crawled to the middle of the bed, two sets of eyes watching my every move. I stopped when I was directly in the middle, right across from the mirror to my right, staring at my reflection, my messy hair, swollen lips, and my enormous breasts hanging down beneath me.

Uncle Johnny moved so he was kneeling up on his knees in front of me, his hand holding his hard dick, stroking it slowly while he pointed it toward my mouth. He began to rub the head of his cock on my face, trailing precum on my forehead, my cheeks, my nose, and across my lips.

“You look so fucking hot covered in my cum, pun’kin.”

I looked up at him and licked my lips, excited to taste him again. He groaned as the tip of my tongue flicked the tip of his cock.

“Open up for me, sweet girl,” he said, bringing the head of his dick to rest right on my lips. “Open that pretty little mouth of yours for me, baby.”

I did, making sure my lips and tongue were nice and wet while I sucked him in for the second time that night.

“Mmmmmm,” I moaned around his big cock, filling my mouth with just a third of it.

“Christ, Cara!” Uncle Johnny moaned. “I’m not going to last long if you moan like that. It vibrates against my dick and feels fucking amazing.”

I moaned again at the compliment, and the feel of his soft skin and hard cock sliding in and out of my mouth, Uncle Johnny’s hands on my head, holding me in place, while he worked more and more of his cock into my throat.

“You’d better hurry up and fuck her, Bill, or this isn’t going to happen, man,” Uncle Johnny warned, looking over into the mirror to see the reflection of his niece on all fours, large breasts swaying to the rhythm of his dick disappearing and reappearing from my mouth.

I suddenly felt Daddy behind me for the first time, his hands coming to my hips, mirroring what Uncle Johnny had done earlier. His hands started to push my ass cheeks together and pull them apart, staring at me from a new angle.

“Daddy’s going to fuck your pussy again, princess,” he told me, lining his hugely hard dick up to my little pussy, “and then I’m going to fuck your ass.”

He slid in deep, suddenly, shoving my mouth onto Uncle Johnny’s dick so far that I gagged, while his big dick, even though I was dripping, stretched me to the point of hurting. I didn’t know how I was going to take that whole thing in my ass if I could barely get it in my pussy, but I wasn’t about to go back on my word about doing anything for them.

Uncle Johnny pulled out of my mouth to let me cough and breath while Daddy started to fuck me hard and fast.

“So-rry, I ch-chok-ed, Un-cle John-ny,” I tried to say between coughing and gasping from Daddy’s thrusts.

“Shhh,” Uncle Johnny said, stroking my face, “you’re such a good girl, Cara, it’s okay. You’re doing so well, making us feel so good.”

I smiled up at him, while Daddy fucked me harder, and Uncle Johnny brought his dick back to my mouth. “Now suck again, pun’kin, there’s a good girl.”

My mouth opened and I took him back inside, sucking on a little less of his big dick, but using more suction to suck harder. Daddy’s thrusts would force Uncle Johnny’s cock into my mouth a little more each time and I tried to relax as he got closer and closer to my throat again.

“Oh god, yes,” Daddy said, looking at our reflection in the mirror, “that’s it baby, you’re such a good little girl. Look at you, taking your daddy and your uncle at the same time.”

“Fuck, man,” Uncle Johnny gasped, his eyes meeting Daddy’s in the mirror. “I cannot believe how fucking hot this this.”

“I know,” Daddy said, slowing his thrusts a bit to pull my ass cheeks apart again, “we so have to film this next time.”

“Hell yeah,” Uncle Johnny said, looking down into my eyes, “I can’t wait to watch that home video with you sucking me off, pun’kin.”

Daddy groaned behind me and then pulled out. “It’s time, I’m going to fucking blow if we keep talking,” he said to Johnny.

Uncle Johnny pulled out as well, and laid down on the bed in front of me.

“Come here, pun’kin,” he told me. “Get on top of me, and put my dick in that little pussy of yours.”

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My story starts out as a normal uncle & niece relationship. When Maria was younger, I would watch out for her and see that she stayed out of trouble. She never had her father in her life because her mother never married him & he never wanted her anyway. I moved to Maine and had not seen her in about fifteen years.

When my marriage went south I moved back to Massachusetts. I tried to look Maria up and found out that she had moved to Florida with her mother a few years ago. After a few months, I felt it was time for a change, so I decided to move and picked Orlando Florida.

I had been living there for a few months when I found out that Maria lived about thirty miles from me. I found a phone number for her and gave her a call. She was very pleased to hear my voice and even more pleased to know that I was in Florida and living so close to her. We talked about an hour then she asked me if I could come over to her house right away. I looked at my watch. It was only 7:30 p.m. and it would only take thirty minutes to get there so I said yes.

She gave me directions to her house and I told her I’d see her soon and hung up. I found her place and was walking up to the door when I saw there were no lights on in the house. I knocked on the door anyway and when the door opened Maria said, “Please be quite. I just put the kids to bed and I don’t want them to know someone is here. We would never have time alone to catch up.”

She closed the door in the hall leading to their bedroom. I was thinking about when she said kids, hell the last time I saw her she was just a kid and now she has kids of her own.

When she came back in the kitchen she said it was so good to see me and put her arms around me to hug me. That was the first time I noticed she was not a kid anymore. The feel of her firm breasts pressing against my chest was starting to make blood flow in my dick. Before I knew it I had a full blown hard on and I was sure she knew what it was doing to me.

Then she surprised me and kissed me on the lips. I’m not sure but I thought I felt her tongue touch my lips. As she backed away she said, “I’ve missed seeing you. Would you like some coffee.”

“Sure that would be nice.”

As she made it we talked about everything that had happened to us over the years. I found out that she had three kids but had never married. I found myself thinking, “Well one thing for sure she fucks.” I couldn’t believe I just thought that about my niece. Putting the coffee on the table she sat a cross from me and put her legs in my lap. As we were talking I started to rub her feet.

“Oh, that feels so good,” she said. “It’s been a long day.”

Speaking of long, I felt myself getting hard again and tried not to let Maria Hatay Escort see it. She then moved a little and her foot was resting against my dick. She smiled and jokingly said, “Looks like a long hard day for you too.”

Not wanting to make a big deal out of it I just got up to get another cup of coffee. I asked Maria if she wanted another cup.

She replied, “No thanks. I think if you don’t mind being alone for a while I’d like to take a shower.”

“Sure I’ll be fine.”

She walked toward the bathroom and looking back over her shoulder said, ith that said, “I’ll be out in a few.”

About ten minutes later I had to piss really bad and thought maybe I could get in and out off the bathroom without her hearing me. As I got close to the door I could hear a radio playing. “Good,” I thought, “this will help me get in and out without her knowing I was in there.”

When I opened the door, I got a surprise. The shower was see through and even with the steamed up glass I could see her. She was standing back to me and she was bending over washing her feet. Damn she sure filled out nice.

I sat down to piss to be more quiet. From this new angle I could see her profile really good and she was rubbing the bar of soap all over her body and spending extra time on her tits and pussy. Watching her lean against the wall I could tell she was getting herself off. The faster she rubbed her hand between her legs the bigger her nipples got.

I had never seen breasts that big or that firm.I found myself thinking how nice it would be to suck on her tits and wishing it was my fingers in her pussy making her cum. As the water turned off I left the bathroom.

When Maria came back to the kitchen I was sitting at the table pretending to be asleep. I could sense that she was standing close to me and opening my eyes slightly I could see she was looking at my crotch. I think she was trying to see if I still had wood. Then her wet hair dripped on me and I jumped up and grabbing her around the waist, pulled her to me pressing her firm breast too the side of my face.

“You shouldn’t wake someone that way. You could have given me a heart attack.”

“Did you say heart attack or hard attack, she said laughing.

Very funny, you could be a comedian,” I chided her.

“Boy after that shower I sure feel good.”

Without thinking I said, “I bet you do feel good.”

“What did you say?” she snapped.

“Oh nothing,” I said, “you got anything other than coffee to drink?”

“I have a few beers. Would you like one?” “Yes, that sounds good.”

As she walked to the fridge, I noticed she had on a pair of denim shorts that just barely covered her butt cheeks and a sleeveless Hatay Escort Bayan shirt that was three sizes to big on her. As she bent into the fridge to get the beer, the shirt fell away from her body and now for the first time in the light I could see her nipples. They areolas were light brown and bigger than a half a dollar and the nipples stood at least three-quarters of an inch long.

Looking back at me I’m sure she could tell I was looking right into her shirt and checking out her tits. When she brought me the beer she sat on my lap and I know she could feel my hard dick pressing against her ass. The more she moved around the harder I got.

“I saw you looking at my tits. Did you like what you saw.”

“Yes, very much so. Your breasts are very nice. Do they taste as good as they look?”

She said, “There’s only one way to find out,” and kissed me on the mouth. Her tongue snaked insid my mouth, seeking out my tongue.

I pulled away saying, “Wait a minute, you’re my niece!”

She retorted, “Let me ask you something. Do you love me?”

“Yes, of course I do.”

“And I love you too, so I see nothing wrong with a man and a woman who love each other exchanging the pleasure we both need so much.”

I thought about it and told her that she was right. Placing a hand on either side of her face I gave her a very long and soft kiss. While I was kissing her she was pulling my shirt out of my shorts and I backed away long enough for her to lift my shirt over my head and for me to pull her shirt off.

As I lifted her shirt to expose those beautiful tits, all I could think of was wrapping my tongue around her nipples. But as soon as her shirt was off she dropped to her knees and told me to stand up.

She worked very quickly to get my pants down around my ankles. In no time at all my nine inch dick was standing before her face. All she could say was, “I don’t know if this fine looking dick will fit in my mouth or not but I am sure going to do my best to make it fit.”

With that said she started her quest. Using her tongue she got the purple head nice and wet. And inch by inch I could see my meat sliding down her throat. “Wow this girl sure can suck cock! I thought. She could make her throat muscles wrap around my dick so it felt like my cock was in virgin pussy.

She got me off in record time. She had to back off my dick to give room for my cum to slide down her throat. I had not cum in a long time and there were five good squirts of cum of wich she never lost a drop.

After I got the feeling back in my legs I told her we needed to go to her bedroom so I could take her like a real women should be taken. As she was standing I turned her back to me and Escort Hatay reached around cupping her breasts in my hands I pinched her nipples.

“Lead the way baby,” I said

As we walked she kept rubbing her butt against my already growing dick, just adding fuel to the fire.

“You have a very nice bedroom,” I complimented her.

Looking around, I saw a few sex toys on the stand next to the bed.

“Hmm what are these for young lady?

“I told you it has been a long time for me. I still have needs and those help till the real thing comes along.

“Well baby girl, you’re going to have the real thing tonight.”

She smiled and rubbed her pussy at the same time. “Now be a good niece and do just as your uncle tells you. Go over and sit on the edge of the bed.”

She did as I told her. I walked over to the bed and started to brush her hair away from her face and leaned down to kiss her. This time I was probing with my tongue; exploring every bit of her mouth.

She reached for my dick, but I said, “No it’s my turn to take you to paradise.”

Moving down her body very slowly my tongue trailed from her head to toes. It was like electricity shooting through our bodies. I spent a little more time kissing and licking her breasts. I could feel her nipples growing in my mouth. It was like sucking on a grape. I was working her tits over really good leaving a trail of saliva sucking from nipple to nipple.

As my tongue touched her belly button her body lifted off the bed as if to say I was doing something right. Bending her legs at the knees and spreading them apart, I put the tip of my thumb on her clit. As I made little circles on her love button, her body started to move the same way.

I whispered, “Ok baby doll, now I’m going to show you how your old uncle eats pussy.”

She grabbed my head and pulled me close to her pussy begging, “Yes . . . oh yes please eat my pussy and make me cum.”

After about fifteen minutes of licking and sucking on her sweet pussy, her body started to shake all over. She lifted up off the bed pushing my face tighter to her pussy. She came with such a hugh climax and showered my face with the sweetest pussy juices I had ever tasted.

Moving up to kiss her tits again she pulled my face to hers and stared to lick all of her cum off me. That was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. My dick still hard, I had no problem slipping it into her pussy. She was too busy cleaning herself off my face to know my dick was pushing between her cunt lips. Without saying a word I pushed my dick to the back of her pussy with one swift thrust making her gasp for air.

I was fucking her so fast all I could think about was cumming in my baby doll niece. I began shooting my hot load of sperm deep in the sweetest pussy I had ever had. It was a chain reaction because Maria came again.

It was from that moment I knew I loved my niece. If I had my way I was going to be making love to her for a long time to “CUM”.

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After all the excitement things seemed to be approaching normalcy again until the day he bumped into Ashley’s mom while watching the love of his life doing what she did on the soccer field, making chins drop with both her skills and assets.

“I love watching them play.” she startled him. I bet you do, he thinks.

“Sierra is really really good. Even better than Ashley I think.” He almost spat out the water he was drinking.

“She is. I bet Ashley is pretty good too. I mean I know she is, from what I’ve seen of her play. Playing.”

“Do you think their relationship will last when they go to college? I mean as more than just a friendship?” He looked at her, not sure of what to say.

“Honestly, I always thought it was a phase, you know, experimenting and all that. They are pretty young still. But lately I’ve wondered if there isn’t more to it than that. They really do think the world of each other. You really think the world of my daughter too, from what I’ve heard.” He can’t help it. As hot as it probably was, the thought of her with her daughter disturbs him. A combination of jealousy, paternal instinct, and territory.

“Why, what does she say?”

“Nothing really. Just that you two shacked up once.” She looks to go into a state of near shock, her face is as white as a ghost.

“She told you about that? Oh my god. It was nothing Alan I swear. I’m so embarrassed. I had been drinking all afternoon one day and she came bouncing in like she always does, not even a knock on the door. Well, I had been reading an erotic novel about two women, and had literally almost nothing on, on the living room couch. Ashley and her dad spontaneously went out golfing and I was in a state of, well, I had been fucking myself ok?” She grabbed his arm.

“Anyways, instead of running away screaming or excusing herself or whatever she just comes right over and asks what I’m reading and reads the back, asking if she can read it when I’m done. She said she was really curious about sex with a woman. As if I don’t know about her and Ashley by now. Anyhow when I go to the bedroom to, you know, get a robe or something, she follows me in and asks me if I can look at something for her. Of course I say yes, having Giresun Escort no idea she’s talking about ‘if she shaved her pussy correctly’ saying she had just done it for the first time, asking me, basically her aunt, if I could clean up any spots she couldn’t reach. Alan, she was wearing crotchless fucking panties! I lost control. It’s my fault. I was just shaving her and she started playing with herself then one thing led to another, I felt disgusted and mortified afterward. She’s like a daughter to me!”

“It’s ok Tish, I understand.” He hugged her, now crying. They have been friends for over twenty years. “She is something else, and very sexy, and I don’t hold it against you. If Ashley did that same thing to me, I’m sorry but I really don’t see myself controlling myself either, I’m not upset at you.”

“Exactly, you understand. I mean I’m a woman, I’m supposed to have more self control than that. But the truth is, and please don’t repeat this, I haven’t had sex with anyone but Sierra in ten years. Me and Tom just don’t fuck anymore, and I need more release than my hand can provide sometimes.”

“Noted” he said, with a laugh. She laughed too, and kissed him on the cheek. “I’m glad we talked.” She walked off, fetching her daughter, while Sierra came running up to him.

“What were you guys talking about?” She asked, a tinge of jealousy in her voice.

“Nothing really hunny. Hey listen, don’t take this the wrong way, but has Ashley been asking about me?”

“Only every night since about 8th grade, why? Do you want to fuck her?”

“No no sweetheart,” her forwardness shocked him, but her voice didn’t sound sarcastic or upset.

“Well that’s a shame Dad, ’cause we’ve been talking about it since the night we got ice cream, and she needs a man, like really really bad, and we had you picked out as the primary target. It would be a hot show to stream, and I would actually be totally ok with it, maybe even join you guys.”

He thought for a minute, choosing his next words carefully.

“Well since you put it like that, I have an idea for a stream. Like an icebreaker. She walks into your room and catches me masturbating with your underwear. She asks me what I’m Giresun Escort Bayan doing and takes them and sniffs them, saying she’s always been curious about girls. Then she drops her pants and asks me to look at her pussy, with crotchless panties on, saying she’s just shaved it for the first time and wants to know if she missed anywhere she can’t reach, and I help her out with that, one thing leading to another…”.

He looked at her daughter’s face and it was beat red with embarrassment, she slid over in the truck and kissed him, laughing. Much to his delight she then blew him with her oh so sweet mouth mercilessly, before he drove them home. Swallowing every drop.

That night, while sitting on the coach with his wife, he decided they should talk.

“Sweety, if I ask you a question, will you answer it honestly and before jumping to conclusions about what I’m getting at? There’s something that’s been bothering me and I want to get it off my chest.” He topped off her wine.

“Ask away, can’t promise you’ll like the answer.”

“Ok. Well, have you ever thought about Tish Masters in a sexual way?”

“Oh Alan, you know me. I’ve thought about that coffee table in a sexual way. Why? Wait, let me guess, you slept with her and want a threesome.” She gets up wanders into the kitchen, obviously annoyed.

“Nope, wrong. I ran into her at the game today and we had a heart to heart about our kids love affair, and she opened up to me that she was glad that they seemed to have a rich sex life. She let it slip that ‘at least someone’s getting laid all the time, she hasn’t in ten years.'”

“Don’t be a sucker Al, she just wants to bed you. Hell if she’s gonna act that desperate, I’ll do her myself. Everyone knows her husband has banged every stewardess at Delta, screw him. And her. Heh.”

They both laugh. He places a hand on her skirt, shimmying it up her leg playfully.

“I just felt bad for her, sincerely. We’ve known the girl since before Sierra was born. She’s always been lovely, and quite sexy honestly, it’s a shame she has no sex life whatsoever.” He tickles her inner thigh, moving toward her crotch.

“Just tell me if you want a threesome Al, stop beating Escort Giresun around the bush. I could make that work.” She yanked her skirt up and spread her still lovely legs, revealing the fact that she’s turned on.

“No honey, I’m fine with only you. But she joked she was considering switching sides, trying out for the other team if you will, and it seemed like she was half serious. The thought of you and her kinda turns me on.” She put her glass down, and put his hand in her panties, her pussy a sloppy mess. He finger fucked her wildly until she came, kissing her passionately. She’s always so horny, it’s no wonder her daughter is a overflowing well of estrogen too.

“Sometimes I wonder if you aren’t a mind reader Al,” she whispered. “I think about Tish all the time, she’s made plenty of passes at me, we even took a shower together on that camping trip when the girls were little. It got steamy but we stopped short of anything too hot. We did kiss but it was mostly just teasing and playing around because there was only one stall available. But I can tell you she would have, and we’ve probably both thought of it eight thousand times since then. I apologize for never telling you.”

“It’s quite alright. You just did. We all have skeletons. I’m just thinking, it may be time for another shower soon.” She reaches for his junk. He prays she doesn’t taste their sweet daughter’s lip gloss or something.

***

He found it extremely hard to concentrate at work the following day, his head spinning with thoughts of Emily and Tish, he and Ashley, Ashley and Emily, He and Sierra, Sierra and Tish, he even thought about Sierra and Emily, his daughter and his wife, together! He thought he may be losing grip, slipping onto a slope of sex addiction.

‘Don’t be a fucking pansy’ his ego chimes in, ‘every straight man on earth would give up a finger to be swimming in this much grade A pussy. Do it now, before they’re gone to college, getting torn up by all those young guys full of piss and vinegar, who can fuck them all day long, cumming the whole time, for fucks sake.’

He dove into his work, trying to think of anything but horny ladies. This lasted for less than an hour when he got a text from Sierra.

“I’m taking mom and Tish out to dinner and a movie tonight. Ashley is coming over at seven. She says she’s ready. Press the stream button on the dashboard. Please press record too. Have fun, I love you.” He had all he could do to try to get any more work done at all.

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This is an explanatory chapter. There is little or no action, just dialogue and an attempt to fill in the gaps. If you’ve been reading primarily for the sex, I’ll pick up with that in the next chapter. If you’re not particularly interested in the story you can easily skip this chapter.

All characters are over 18.

Thanks to LarryInSeattle for editing.

Comments are welcomed and appreciated.

Enjoy.

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Instead of returning to their chairs, Donna’s brothers turn and squeeze their way onto the ends of the couch. Gary at one end, leans forward and helps Julie off the floor. She settles back onto the couch. Terry at the other end, repeats the gestures with his sister. I’m left to push myself off the floor. My left knee catches before straightening with an audible pop.

“You okay doc?” Gary inquires, leaning forward to steady me by placing one hand on my back.

“Okay?” Terry begins to chuckle. “Way fucking beyond okay mother fucker. Jesus Christ on a hopped up pony. No offense Donna but I’ve never had my dick sucked like that before. I take back my earlier offense when you said no man eats pussy as good as another woman. No woman sucks dick as good as another dude.”

“You mean ‘well’,” I offer, keeping my voice steady. “‘No woman sucks dick as well’, not ‘as good’ as another dude. And thank you for the compliment.”

They all stare at me. I follow Donna’s advice except I don’t picture earmuffs, I picture a one-way mirror that is opaque until a light is switched on and then it becomes as clear as glass. I leave the light off and try to keep my face neutral. I fail. I smile and they all laugh, soft at first but escalating quickly to guffaws. I stand there, ignoring the pain from my abraded knees, understanding now all those knee pad jokes, and wait for them to control their laughter. And to realize there is no place for me to sit on the couch.

After a time, the laughter trails off to giggles and snorts. It is Gary, of course, who notices I’m still standing. He starts to get up.

“Hey doc, sit here. I’ll pull a chair over.”

I stop him with a gesture. I look at Julie.

“Scoot over babe,” I asked. She understands.

She pushes her butt up and drops into a very surprised Gary’s lap. She holds her feet up. I turn and sit and her feet and legs rest across my lap and Donna’s. She turns to Gary with a smile, “I’m not too heavy for you am I, hon?”

He contents himself with a shake of his head. From the dazed blissful look on his face, shaking his head may be as much as he can manage. I feel a twinge of disquiet. I’m not jealous but I do worry that he may not be able to accept the limitations of the arrangement quite as easily as he thinks. I share a little of this with Julie. Her smile never fades. I sense she is not concerned. I wonder, for the first time, to what extent our thoughts are private.

“Mostly private, doc,” Gary says, looking at me. Although I’m not looking at them I feel his siblings nodding behind my back as Gary continues.

“We can tell you are sharing something with Julie but not what. I suppose if we tried hard enough we could but if we tried you’d know we were trying and stop. Until Julie whacked her head I thought Terry and I where the only ones, except maybe other twins, who shared that sort of connection. It would appear I was more wrong than I realized.” He paused and urged Julie to shift her weight to a more comfortable spot on his lap. “Turns out our parents could, now you, Julie. I don’t know why it took a whack on the head for Donna to join the club.” He paused again and looked at me. “Have you always been able to read people?”

I shake my head. “At least not that I was aware of,” I add. “I mean most care providers have a degree of empathy, or they should. Sometimes it gets worn away in the grind but they have it. But I never experienced anything like this. In fact, I still don’t quite believe it. It makes no scientific sense and underneath it all, I consider myself a scientist.”

Gary nods.

“So, no I don’t know what you and Julie were sharing but I can guess.” He gives me a steady look. “I’m in awe of how lucky you are. I appreciate your understanding and willingness to include me. I won’t pretend there isn’t part of me that’s not jealous, that part of each of us that’s always wailing ‘why not me’. Don’t sweat it doc, I have no misconceptions in regards to the situation.”

People lie to their doctor all the time. I have a very good bullshit detector. Even without any ESP voodoo shit I think he’s letting the truth. Or, more accurately, he’s telling me what he thinks is the truth.

Julie turns and kisses the side of his neck, accepting his answer.

We all jump when, from the end of the couch, Terry lets loose with a tremendously loud yawn.

“I’m too tired to join ya’ll in a chorus of Kumbaya. Where the fuck we sleeping? Gary has a giant assed California king but I don’t know if all five of us will fit. Besides, listening to Giresun Escort Donna fart in her sleep is likely to be detrimental to our new found mutual admiration and fuck society.”

Julie giggles as Donna turns to smack her brother in the chest.

“Be quiet,” she snaps, though her chuckle gives lie to her supposed irritation. “Or you’ll sleep by yourself out here on the couch.”

As is often the case, Terry’s yawn is contagious. One by one, we all find ourselves shuddering as we yawn.

“All I’m interested in is sleep. Sorry boys,” Julie says as she gives Gary a quick kiss and rises from his lap. She holds her hand out to me and helps me off the couch. My knee pops again.

“Football, doc?” Terry asks, pushing himself off the couch.

“Figure skating,” I reply, straight-faced. Once more the sibs stare at me while Julie laughs.

“It was hockey,” she giggles as she climbs off the couch. “How the hell you imagine he could hide that dick in a pair of tights?”

“Good point,” Terry concedes, kissing first Donna and Julie on the cheek and then heading toward the hallway. He pats me on the shoulder as he passes. “Night doc,” he offers.

“Yeah, night doc,” his brother adds, with another pat on my shoulder. He kisses Donna’s cheek and gives Julie a quick hug, but no kiss, and follows his brother.

Donna takes each of us by the hand. “Let me show you to your room. You two haven’t had a second to yourselves since you got here.”

We follow her down the hall. The door to the boys’ room is open. From the bathroom comes the unmistakable sound of someone taking a whiz and someone brushing their teeth. Donna’s room is down the hall from the boys. She opens a door across from her room. She shows us where to find a blanket, in the unlikely event we need one. She shows us the closet with the towels. There is a new bar of soap and a bottle of shampoo. She kisses me and then Julie, a bit longer I notice, and tells us good night.

I pee while Julie brushes her teeth, we switch spots, climb into bed, kiss goodnight. Julie clicks off the light. I think I’m asleep before the light has time to flee the room.

—–

My dreams are a jumble of images, some from my past, some from Mark’s, or so I assume since I recognize his parents amid the jumble of faces. Other dreams feature Donna, her brothers, her parents, and others I cannot place. Despite the dreams, I wake refreshed. Outside the open window, I hear a half a dozen different birds. The curtains flutter in the breeze off the lake. Mark’s heavy cock stretches nearly to his belly button. I smile at it. I love it. I love him. I stroke him softly. I’m not horny. It’s a gesture of companionship, not a wake-up-and-fuck-me gesture.

As I stroke him, the room fills with the residual scent of last night’s activities. It’s not very strong. Between the two of us, Donna and I had cleaned my sugar’s cock off pretty well. Mark had done his best to return the favor but I can tell I’m a mess. The skin on the inside of my legs feels tight with dried cum and my own juices. I rub my slit and hold the finger to my nose. I giggle, I can’t help it. I don’t stink but the scent is not what anyone would call subtle.

I roll out of bed and head to the bathroom. I need a little privacy. I’m still not comfortable sharing a bathroom, if you catch my drift. I’m as quiet as I can be. I wash my hands, laugh when I get a good look at my hair, brush my teeth and then spend a few minutes picking out my hair. The shower feels wonderful. I stand with my head bowed and let the water run over my neck and shoulders.

The shower door opens. I wait for Mark’s strong hands to grab my hips but the hands that touch me are smaller. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. As seems to be the rule, we had left our door open. The hands leave me and I hear the snap of the shampoo bottle opening. The scent of jasmine fills the shower.

“Lift up your head.”

I do as Donna asks. Her fingers begin to rub the shampoo into my hair, then massage my scalp. She rinses quickly. I hear another plastic click. She rubs conditioner into my hair.

“Step out of the water a bit.”

I do and she begins to wash my body. Her fingers part my sex. When she reaches behind me to clean my bottom, I let her. She rinses the conditioner from my hair and shuts off the water.

“Don’t you want me to wash you?” I asked, pushing my wet hair out my eyes.

She wraps her arms around me. I wonder if my nipples feel as hot against her skin as hers do against mine.

“I do but I was getting out of the shower when I heard you start yours. Another time.” She hands me my towel, then reaches for the one she must have worn when she entered our room.

“You don’t mind do you?” she asks, wrapping the towel around herself.

“Nah, it’s always nice to be pampered.”

“What about me?” A sleepy voice inquires. Mark’s face stretches into a yawn before I can answer. He’s got a hardon. He always does in the Giresun Escort Bayan morning. It’s hard to tell sometimes. He’s definitely a shower and not so much a grower. His cock is thicker and sways heavily as he walks into the bathroom. Not having brushed his teeth, he settles for giving me a peck on the cheek.

“You want me to hop back in with you?” I say as I try, and fail, to flatten down his hair with my fingers.

He yawns again before answering. “I was hoping for both of you, truth be told.”

“I’ll need another towel then,” Donna drawls. “This one is wet enough to wring out.”

I shrug. “Fine with me sugar.”

Mark grins. “Settle down. Now beat it and let me take a leak and brush my teeth first.”

I turn but Donna shakes her head. Mark looks at her, confused then his eyes widen.

“You want to watch me pee?” Donna merely giggles and nods. It’s my turn to shrug. What the hell I decide. Why not?

I’ve not had a lot of experience with men but more than Donna apparently.

“Why do you push your butt back like that?” she asks as Mark, having already flipped the seat up, prepares to pee.

“When the penis is erect, it pinches off the urethra where it exits the bladder. You have to straighten it out to urinate, or at least to urinate easily.”

That’s my sugar, always the doctor. I grin, thinking of yesterday and admit he’s not always a doctor.

Donna shrugs. “I never knew that.”

Mark returns the shrug. “Why would you?” He stands there a moment. “I’m not sure I can go with an audience.”

Donna presses herself along his side. Her hand replaces his own.

“Will this make it easier?” I hear her whisper.

I step to his far side, my hip brushing the wall, and wrap my arms around his waist. I kiss his shoulder. I don’t bother watching. I’ve seen him take a whiz. I’m not sure why Donna thinks it will be such a show.

“Go ahead baby. I gotcha,” I hum against his chest.

I hear the splash, tentative then rising to a roar.

“I can feel it, feel the urine rushing through your urethra,” Donna gasps. “I’ve heard men pee before. I had no idea it was so forceful.” She giggles. “I bet it would feel like a Vichy shower.”

I pull my head back to look at her. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Mark is still going strong. It seems like he pees for about an hour in the morning. Lord.

“What the hell is a Vichy shower?” I ask. “Is that like a golden shower?”

Mark jumps a little. Donna giggles.

“No, you perv,” she smirks at me.

I stick my tongue out at her. “You’re the one talking about showers and wanting to watch my fiance take a leak. Who’s the perv?”

“Oh me,” she snorts. “I admit it. But seriously you and I are taking a road trip. You got to try one. It’s amazing. You get a massage and then you lay down on the table and a series of nozzles starts to spray water on your back, it gets warmer and harder. It feels awesome.” She makes a face. “Damn it, I hate that word. It feels wonderful, amazing, outstanding, anything but ‘awesome’. Shit.”

I shake my head. “You need to relax girl.”

Mark’s stream cuts off, no dribbling for my man. Donna wipes a fingertip over the head and sticks it in her mouth. She must have her earmuffs on tight because I don’t think either of us had an inkling she was going to do that. She laughs at the look on her faces.

“Golden shower huh? I might need to keep that in mind,” she says trying, and succeeding in sounding sultry. She beckons us with a finger. “Follow me. Bring a couple towels,” she calls over her shoulder.

We follow her out into the hall. She heads, not toward her room, but her brothers’.

“They have a giant two-head shower. We’ll have more room,” she offers as explanation.

One of the boys, Terry I think, cracks one eye, shrugs at the sight of us traipsing through their room, rolls over, and appears to go back to sleep.

“Look at this symbol of excess and hedonism,” Donna offers, stepping into what really is a monstrous shower. “We could all fit in here,” she murmurs with a glance toward the boys’ bedroom.

“Let ’em sleep, perv,” I instruct. She nods with a smile. I turn to my sugar. I’m happy to see he’s relaxed. I don’t sense any of the inner turmoil that usually accompanies anything erotic with him.

“What do I have to be nervous about, Jewel,” he says putting an arm around my waist. “I’ve had sex with a patient and gave two guys a blow job with your help. A shower with two women is relatively banal at this point, isn’t it?”

I cock an eyebrow at him. “Banal eh? Let’s see about that.”

—–

I wake to the sound of the shower running. I’m not too surprised to see Donna in the bathroom with Julie. I was half awake when she walked into the guest room. They look gorgeous, Julie especially. Her whole body glows. I wish I could grab her, squeeze and melt into her. Sometimes I hate our skin, as beautiful as hers is, it is Escort Giresun still a physical barrier that limits how close we can be.

I brush my teeth quick. Donna, ever the explorer and pusher of limits, not only asks to watch me urinate, she holds my penis as well. After first requesting a lecture on the mechanics of urinating with an erect penis. If not for the comfort of Julie by my side I’m not sure I could have managed to go. Then she tastes a drop of urine. That’s shocking enough but the implication that she’s interested in a golden shower almost stops me in my tracks. I wonder for a moment what I think about that but don’t reach a decision before we’re instructed to grab some towels and follow Donna.

I’m not surprised when she heads to the boys room. I hope we can keep the party small. As hot as these two are, I truly am most interested in a shower and some breakfast. I make a little joke to Julie about showering with her and Donna but it backfires. She takes it as a challenge.

They let me adjust the water and proceed to soap me up. After relieving my bladder, my erection had mostly faded. Their hands on my body brings it roaring back. Donna is kissing me and Julie is sucking me in a most languid fashion when Terry enters the shower. He showers, watching us. Donna moves to him and begins to fellate him. I try to feel repulsed by the sight of a sister giving oral sex to her brother, but fail.

“Can we dry off, sugar?” Julie asks, as she rises. “I’m turning into a prune and my skin is going to flake off, it’ll be so dry.”

I answer her with a kiss. As we step out, Gary steps in. He showers quickly, joins his siblings for a few minutes, then they join us in drying off.

Donna races to her room. I resist the urge to tell her to quit running with wet feet. If I have to operate on her skull again, she’ll be an active patient again and I will have to refuse to go down on her. She returns with an expensive looking jar of body lotion. She hands it to me but gives Jewel a quick kiss.

“No flaky skin allowed, sweetie,” she tells her. “Help her out, doc.”

I do. I’m happy to. I rub the lotion into places that don’t appear to need moisturizing but Julie doesn’t complain. I’m rinsing off my hands when Terry’s stomach lets out a low slow deep rumble. As if in echo, mine does the same thing.

Gary hangs his towel over a towel bar. “Sounds like it’s time for breakfast,” he announces, a bit unnecessarily in my opinion. The girls and Gary set to work in the kitchen. Terry gets a pot of coffee going. I feel useless.

“You have a washing machine? Want me to get a load of towels going or something?” I ask Donna.

“Excellent idea, you don’t mind?” I shake my head. The washing machine is tucked away, just off the screened porch. There is no dryer. I recall seeing a clothesline earlier. I decide to split the towels into two loads, get the first going and return in time to help set the table.

Breakfast passes with a minimum of conversation. We find ourselves in a lull, as we face the question of “okay, now what?” I hang out the first load of towels while they do the dishes. The second goes in and we find ourselves congregating on the screened porch. I’m shocked to discover it is only mid-morning. We must have gone to bed earlier than I realized, exhausted from our exertions.

We’re quiet. The birds, having breakfasted themselves grow quiet. It’s too early and not hot enough yet for the cicadas to begin to screech. The air over the lake and over the land has yet to reach an equilibrium so there is still a soft breeze off the lake. It’s not cool, by any means, but at least we’re not sweating just sitting here.

“I had the strangest dreams last night,” I find myself saying. “They were all mixed up. There were people who I know I have never meet, yet somehow I seemed to know. I don’t mean in that funny sense that dreams have of making sense. It was as if I knew them but had forgotten how I knew them.

“There was a man, middle-aged, just the beginnings of a belly but with the look of a man who enjoyed being physical. He wore a suit and a tie. He was dressed formally but felt informal, if that makes any sense. One felt as if it would be easy to sit down and have a conversation.”

I can see Donna and her brothers exchanging glances. “Yes,” I continue with a nod. “I’m sure it was your father. You all look a little like him, especially the twins, same nose, same chin, same hair. I knew in the dream it was your father. We were in his study, walnut desk, an old-fashion green-shade banker’s lamp, a leather office chair so old the leather was cracked. The seat was dented in such away, it was clear it fit this man’s butt and no one else’s.”

Donna’s hand goes to her mouth.

“He was standing beside the desk. He showed me a photo of the three of you as kids, posed as if you were about to fall off the dock.” I nod. “The one right out there. He showed me a medal Donna won in gymnastics. As we were looking at it the world shimmered and we were there. Donna, you fell, off the balance beam. It dropped you from gold to silver.”

“That was the moment I knew I was never going to be an Olympic gymnast,” she says in a soft voice. “That was my last competition.”

I turn my gaze toward her brothers.

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I apologize for any inconsistencies readers may notice from previous chapters. I do reread these chapters, correct errors that others have pointed out or I have discovered myself, and rewrite portions that enhance the flow of the story.

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Jean (Mom)

I’m lonely. The secret of living a hidden life within my own home has taken a toll. I hunger for the physical contact of another human being. I hunger for the touch and caress of a lover. I hunger for shared release.

I’m bad. There, I admit it to myself and to you. I’m bad. Guilt? Yes. Initially. Now? I’m learning to live with it. Is this right? I don’t care anymore. Human beings have an infinite capacity to rationalize any situation and make it seem right.

Well, I’m human. My rationalization? Hal. My fucking husband Hal. Correction, I should say my un-fucking husband Hal. That bastard. He has his life, he has his trophy wife, and he has a legal chastity belt clamped on that wife, me.

He lured me into marriage with a great personality, money, nice house, fast cars and wild parties. Maybe not in that order, but you get the idea. Intimacy? Not Hal’s strong suit, at least not with me. I rationalized that as well. He’s busy. He has a lot on his mind. Things will get better when he can slow down. I have the kids.

The list goes on and on.

The loneliness wore me down. Realization set in. Jean was and is his trophy wife, and Jean was a uterus to bear his children. I rounded out his perfect life and kept his ego protected and intact, and I bore his children to carry on his name. Hal used marriage and family to solidify his macho reputation. He felt that was necessary to protect his standing in business circles and in society functions that were beneficial to growing his business. I fulfilled both those needs for Hal. Now, I’m pretty much ignored.

Hal is very good looking. He has the looks and body of a professional model. He does take extremely good care of himself physically. And he is a clothes hound. Nothing is ever out of place. His activities outside of business are almost exclusively sports related. Basketball, tennis, golf, competitive softball, racing, and only god knows what else. Who would question his masculinity? No one. Are you getting the drift? Hal’s gay, but a very much in the closet gay.

I’m a whore to Hal’s needs. I’ve prostituted myself and continue to sell my services in exchange for the security Hal’s income provides. I have everything I could desire except companionship, love, and…, sex. Why don’t I divorce him? Because of the prenuptial agreement, that’s why. It’s based on finances related to his original residential building business. Good for back then, but not so good now, especially with the mergers and growth of the company. When he reaches retirement age, I’m golden. The prenup doesn’t protect retirement funds from the spouse. I’ll get a healthy wad of money once the retirement funds start flowing. The prenup payout if I divorce him now isn’t enough in today’s dollars. I would lose the lifestyle to which I am accustomed. I’ve tried to renegotiate, but Hal isn’t interested. He is perfectly content with our non-relationship relationship.

If caught in adultery, I get even less. So, I’m careful. I have very rarely messed around. The risk is too high. Who could I possibly trust? I can trust no one, that’s who.

So, I masturbate. I masturbate alone. Like I said, I’m lonely for companionship and physical contact.

This was a summer of change.

I have suspected that Leah and Chris were messing around for quite some time. Their special little glances, their body language, their easy conversation and not so well hidden intimate touches I’ve observed were all indicators.

Why wasn’t I upset you ask? Why didn’t I put a stop to their inappropriate behavior?

Who am I to cast the first stone? I had done the same thing with my cousin. I was curious and wanted to Gümüşhane Escort experiment and explore. I seduced my younger cousin. It wasn’t hard. It never is when guys are involved. We had a great time and cousins don’t talk. It was and remains our little secret.

I understand Leah’s and Chris’ little secret. They’re young, they’re horny and they probably think they’re in love. Oh, how I remember that so special thrill.

When I heard Leah and Chris in the shower and then saw them run naked to Leah’s bedroom, it kind of confirmed my suspicions. Young love. Ah, The excitement of sexual discovery and new explorations. I’m envious. I’m very envious. I want that intimacy and physical contact.

Then there was the episode by the pool, the two of them snoozing side by side.

We have a very private back yard; the pool area is well shielded from neighboring prying eyes. The cabana has a workout area in addition to change rooms and showers. I keep myself in good shape alternating workouts on the machines and swimming on alternate days. When home alone, I swim and sunbath in the nude. I enjoy the caressing sensation of the water and have never liked tan lines, so I have none.

I suspect, no, I admit it, I know Chris has observed me on the sly. I’ve seen the curtains move, I know his eyes have pried.

I put on my black bikini and joined them. I was bold and removed my top and tossed it beside my chair. A tingle of naughty excitement made me very conscious of my naked breasts. I lay with closed eyes relishing the tension of my building excitement.

Leah murmured quietly to Chris. I opened my eyes. He was staring at me. Leah had rolled over and lay with her arm shielding her eyes. Her small breasts looked so firm and intensely white in the brightness of the hot sun. On impulse, yes, a bad impulse I admit, I sat beside Leah and gently rubbed sunscreen on her firm young breasts. Um, they felt lovely.

I looked at Chris, and then looked at his crotch. “Oh my! Is that a gun in your pants or are you just happy to see me?” and smiled with the thought. A distinctive bulge deformed his trunks. My pussy pulsated with the increased blood flow from the surge of my heartbeat.

“Um, thanks Chris. Until I have a better tan, I do need to keep a layer of sunscreen on my boobs,” Leah murmured and seemed to drift back to sleep. I turned my eyes back to Leah’s breasts, gently circled each nipple with my finger, and then returned to my chair.

Chris hadn’t looked away. My tits and crotch tightened with special excitement under his gaze. His cock twitched. I gasped.

My hands of their own volition moved to my breasts, pinched and teased each nipple until they were firm and erect. A look of amazement crossed Chris’ face as I pulled my suit aside and exposed my pussy. I ran the tips of my fingers along my moist cleft and looked at his crotch. I nodded suggestively. I wanted him to pull out his cock. Yes, my god, he did. I smiled with a thrill of pleasure as he stroked his erect penis. His balls jounced up and down with each slow pull. The head of his cock became oh so swollen and purple.

My slit was dripping wet and my crotch felt tense with my desire. I slipped a finger inside my pussy and felt my clit harden against the friction and rub of my palm. I worked myself faster, my climax so close.

Chris stroked the length of his cock more quickly, the purple head of his penis disappearing and reappearing from my sight. He groaned. His cock jerked repeatedly and spewed his cum. It jetted and sprayed, then oozed and dripped, and formed white puddles on his darkly tanned skin.

My pussy clutched at my probing fingers and my body shuddered in concert with the rhythmic contractions of my own orgasm. I fell back panting with the exertion of my intense climax. I lay quietly with my arm over my eyes wondering what Chris would do.

The murmur of their whispering voices reached Gümüşhane Escort Bayan my ears. I waited for sharp recriminations, shock and anger. The outrage I expected did not appear.

Boldly I stood and said, “You guys hungry? I’ll get going on some salad. Chris, there are a couple of pounds of chuck in the fridge. You start getting the patties together. Leah, would you slice some tomatoes, onions and cheese please?” and without waiting for a response, walked into the house and realized, I might have something here.

I told you. I’m bad.

I pulled on a light cover up to work in the kitchen. When Chris came in and stared, I realized it didn’t hide much. Um, sweet tingles awakened my barely covered nipples. I played it cool with the help of several delicious Cadillac margaritas. We grilled and had burgers out by the pool. Again, Chris spent the evening dragging his eyes away from my chest. Oh, the delicious sensation knowing I was exposed, not just to Chris, but to Leah as well.

The evening was uneventful until I announced that Leah would return home to her parents with her Uncle Hal. They tried to hide their shock and they did recover quite nicely. We chatted away the evening and all went to bed as if nothing had happened.

I found the sweet dears in Leah’s bed the next morning, quite naked by the looks of it. I told them they better get up in that Leah was flying home that afternoon. They were visibly shaken and I’m not sure by which item. My catching them in bed together, or that Leah was leaving that day. My money was on the latter.

Chris ended up taking Leah to the airport since Hal didn’t bother to arrange his schedule to drop by and pick up his niece himself. Hal’s a bit of a narcissist. Chris didn’t mind in that it gave him the chance to see her off privately.

I put on my skimpiest black bikini poured myself a glass of wine to sip while sunning. Umm, I was positively glowing from the warmth of the sun on my skin, the warming buzz of alcohol coursing through my bloodstream and the heat of sexual excitement building in my pelvis and breasts in expectation of Chris’ return. My bikini top somehow found itself in a tiny little heap beside my chair. The sun’s warmth felt good on my bare nipples.

Chris walked past me without a glance or greeting and disappeared into the cabana. He came out in his swimsuit, dove into the pool and started swimming laps.

And more laps. And even more laps. Good sign or bad?

“Hi Chris. Everything go Ok at the airport?” I asked as he finally climbed out of the pool somewhat out of breath.

“Yes. No problems,” he answered as he stepped close to take the proffered towel from my outstretched hand.

Chris’ eyes dropped to my chest. My nipples stirred as I watched his gaze take in first my left and then my right breast. I cupped them in my hands and teased the nipples between my thumbs and index fingers and felt them tighten and become erect. Chris took a deep breath.

I blatantly looked at his crotch and could see the outline of his cock straining against the fabric of his trunks. I reached down and wiggled my hips as I eased off my bikini bottoms. I was naked in front of my son. I tipped my head and looked at his crotch. His penis begged silently to be free.

“No!” he tried to exclaim, but a mere whimper reached my ears.

I looked back at my crotch, suggestively shifted my hips and then nodded again at his. I smiled a little knowing smile.

“Really Mom?” he asked with a weakly sarcastic tone.

“I’m not asking for more than what we did yesterday. Please?”

“Mom, this is wrong”

“Chris, I know you enjoyed watching. I enjoyed watching you. I watched you cum, um, so nice. You watched me cum. Please. You’re fucking father… sorry. I need release. We’re just masturbating. Nothing more. Please Chris?” I pleaded as I spread my legs wider, touched myself and slowly toyed Escort Gümüşhane with my moist folds.

He took a deep breath and his cock twitched again within its prison of cloth. Chris pushed down his shorts his swollen penis sprung free.

I pushed my generous labial folds apart revealing my dark wet hole to Chris.

Chris grasped his erection. He stroked the shaft with long slow pulls as his eyes hungrily roamed my naked body. He raptly watched as I played with my nipples and flicked my clitoris.

Dollops of precum oozed from his tip. I watched with fascination as his palm gathered the thick liquid and wetted his dick. His hips began to hump against his fist; the glans grew tense and purple as it fucked against his firm grip. I pushed my fingers inside myself and fucked my pussy in time with the thrust of his hips. I moaned as the almost painful sensation of pleasure grew in my clit.

Chris’ hips thrust forward against the swift pumps of his hand. Chris grunted and groaned. Sperm spewed out from the dark hole at the end of his penis. I cried out with the force of my climax as rope after rope of his warm seed landed and splattered across both of my thighs. Oh god, he had cum all over me.

Chris nearly collapsed into the chair by my side. His dick slowly deflated, losing its hardness, but still oozed and dribbled more semen onto his thigh. We panted in unison as we recovered from the exertion we had just shared.

I stood, hesitated, then reached out and lightly ran the tips of my fingers down the softening shaft of his cock as I walked by. My touch left behind a gleaming trail of my pussy’s wetness.

I could feel Chris’ gaze on my tingling naked ass as I walked into the house.

I immediately went to my bedroom, drew a bath, enjoyed a hot soak and luxuriated in the afterglow of my wonderful climax. His cock had felt so warm. That really was wrong. It’s one thing for cousins to mess around, quite another for a mother and son. But oh, it was so much fun. What would it be like to feel his cock pulse in my hand as it ejaculated his semen?

Such a naughty thought I know. But I was becoming obsessed with the idea of touching, not just watching. It wouldn’t be sex with my son. We wouldn’t have intercourse. We’d just touch. I saw desire in Chris’ eyes. Would he touch me? Would he hold and caress my breasts? Would he put his hand between my legs?

I squirmed my hips in the warmth of the water and felt the exquisite tension build once more. Water lapped over my buoyant breasts with the whisper of a kiss on my cool wet nipples.

Sleep wouldn’t come. It played over and over in my minds eye what we had done. The warmth of his semen on my thigh and the soft touch of his cock against the tips of my fingers sent shivers of excitement coursing to the area between my thighs. After tossing and turning I finally went to the kitchen to have a glass of wine as a sleep tonic.

While sipping my merlot, I started to thumb through emails and messages on my phone. Sounds drifting up the stairway caught my attention. Curiosity piqued, I quietly descended to be sure Chris was all right.

Chris’ door was slightly ajar. I initially just listened and realized he and Leah were chatting, but it quickly became clear that they weren’t just chatting. I couldn’t resist and oh so carefully peeked though the crack. Oh my, there I could see Chris naked with his laptop between his legs. On the laptop’s screen was the naked image of Leah’s hand working her pussy with her breasts jiggling on her chest.

I know I should not do so, but I held up my phone and videoed the ongoing sexual drama of my son and his dear cousin. Leah groaned softly as she came. After a few moments she whispered clearly, “I showed you mine, now show me yours.”

Chris adjusted his laptop and spread his legs wide. His cock was exposed to me in partial profile as he masturbated his hard penis. He groaned as his ejaculate pumped onto his body in long spurts. With the last twitches of his orgasm, the last of his cum slowly rolled down his shaft and over his fist.

I quietly stepped away and returned to my room. I played and replayed my illicit little video. I masturbated and was finally able to asleep.

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AN: Hi to everyone reading this. I’m the author, obviously. This is kind of long and has two parts. One posted here, one waiting on my desktop. If you would like to read the rest you’ll have to e-mail me and ask for it. Aren’t I a stinker? LoL. You may all take turns whipping me now! Enjoy!

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A sigh escaped the pouty pink lips of her as she let the window’s curtain fall back in place. It’d snowed. On the ONE day she didn’t want it to snow. And not a simple one or two inches…no, they’d gotten two and a half, almost three, full feet. Needless to say school was canceled. She moved away from the window and kicked off her shoes, she had no need of them now. Jacket was also removed and thrown carelessly, albeit roughly, on to the arm of the living room couch. Moments later she plopped down on it and sighed again, heavier this time, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring off in to the distance.

Around that time her brother, Caleb, walked in to the room. He hadn’t even bother to get dressed but instead was still clad in his night clothes…or lack there of as he only wore a pair of plaid black, brown, and blue pajama bottoms that hung low on his waist. He smirked at her and holding his coffee cup around its rim lifted it to his lips for a quick sip before moving over to her to offer her a mug of hot chocolate he’s made for her. He knew she hated coffee. Always had, though he didn’t know why. He loved the stuff.

“S’matter Emma? Figured you’d be glad school was canceled.” Caleb spoke this as he moved over to the kitchen entrance to keep an eye on some toast he had going, leaning with one shoulder against the entrance way between the two rooms. One arm wrapped around his chest while the other brought his coffee back to his lips, his deep green eyes lingering on his sister who seemed more than her usually huffy self.

Emma had accepted the mug from him and took a small test of a sip but the liquid was still too hot for her to drink comfortably she leaned forward just long enough to set it on the coffee table before resuming her original position. She looked to him then, and was struck with just how cute he truly was for being her brother. He was older than her by three years, but even so he was much taller than her at an impressive 6’2″ compared to her small 5’5″. His face was between that of looking like a man and a boy, so that he had all the handsome angles of a thirty year old but with a soft touch of youth to them as well. His lips were full and beautifully pink, perfect for kissing. Eyes the color of deep emerald watched her as she watched him to take him in…they stared at her from beneath long eyelashes, too long for a boy, and well shaped brows that were just a bit darker than his medium length chestnut colored hair that he kept in to a side swept new age style.

Her own, softer green Giresun Escort eyes roved lower on his body and she felt a blush begin to creep in to her face as it was growing hot. When had he become so toned? He’d once between pale and scrawny but was now a nice medium tan as well as a medium builds. Lower and she coughed lowly and looked away after one sneak of a glance at his crotch, which held a nice bulge as he wore no underwear beneath his thin cotton pants. Why the hell was she looking at him anyway? I must be a sick girl or something…Caleb? God…I am so pathetic, checking out my own brother. I really need to scratch an itch or something because that’s reaching. Although….if he weren’t my brother…. Forcefully she pushed that thought away then cleared her throat to answer his question.

“Today was the field trip to the zoo.” A small shrug was given as if she didn’t care although she most certainly did. It was hours away, and expensive, so she very rarely got to go and being a true animal lover she’d been looking forward to it for quite a while, despite the semi-cool weather which had turned to negative temperatures almost over night. Caleb frowned at this…he knew she’d been looking forward to this event for a few weeks, it’d just slipped his mind that it was for today. Feeling bad for her and sensing that her anger was a front for the sadness she felt at this disappointment he walked over to her and sat down by her, sitting his coffee cup on the table by her mug of hot chocolate.

“Suckage, sis. I knew you were looking forward to that a lot.” He saw her try and pretend to shrug it off, but noticed that her eyes had water with unleashed tears. His heart sank in his chest and his breath caught. He felt so terribly for her. They’d always been close, so to see her in such a state got to him. Their parents had left for work almost thirty minutes ago so he leaned over and wrapped his toned arms around her, pulling her in to a soft embrace against his chest. “S’okay, Em.” A thought occurred to him suddenly, and he blurted it without hesitation. “Tell you what! Once all this snow is gone and spring rolls in, when it’s in the mid 60’s or 70’s, perfect blue sky weather and all that…I’ll take you to the zoo myself. My treat. We can stay as long as you want, and do whatever you want. Just you and me.”

Feeling her nod against his chest he smiled to himself and gave her a final squeeze in their hug before pulling her away to look at her from arms length. He expected one of her beautiful smiles…not what he saw. The tears held behind her eyes had finally slipped and were rolling quickly down her cheeks, her eyes themselves dark and full of shame and sadness. Her bottom lip quivered and she made a small, pathetic little sound that once again gave him the feeling like his heart was dropping Giresun Escort Bayan out of his chest. His brows furrowed and he took her face in his hands to coax her to look up at him. She did, though reluctantly.

“What’s wrong? Isn’t that what you wanted?” A nod was her only reply before her eyes downcast themselves again though her face still remained level with his. “Then what is it?” Trying to be coaxing was proving hard…he felt the beginnings of impatience and wanted to know what the hell was wrong with her already! “I…well…” Emma felt completely embarrassed and ashamed to be admitting this to her brother but she felt as if he was the only she could trust, the only one who wouldn’t laugh at her. “I was supposed to sit with my boyfriend today. We…I mean, I…was going to…y’know…try to make a move on him because he hasn’t. And I just thought that…because of the snow and all…maybe this was God’s way of telling me not to. Like…he never touches me, or wants to kiss me or anything and. well…” Here she stopped to look back up in to Caleb’s eyes. “Am I ugly Caleb?”

He almost laughed at her. All he could do to stop himself was to bite his tongue as hard as he could without drawing blood. Her? Ugly? He glanced his sister over. She was the exact opposite of ugly. She was average height, and was built a bit muscular so that she didn’t look like a complete fucking stick…her stomach was smooth all but for a slight rise in her lower abdomen he found very attractive. She went horse back rising a lot, so her thighs were taught and strong. Many times he’d had images of them wrapped around his waist while he. SHE’S YOUR SISTER.

Her breasts were almost C cup, but not quite…and her face. Oh, her gorgeous face. He fell in love with her every time he saw her. It was heart shaped and soft, the true expression of innocence. Her lips were pouty and a deep strawberry pink all by themselves, I wonder if they taste like strawberries too, her eyes a mirrored color of his if only lighter and less intense…the things he saw in them, how she expressed herself and all she was feeling with them, made him melt. Lust in those eyes would send me over the edge. Her hair was long…it cascaded in soft waves of auburn down her back. I’d love to wrap my fingers up in it, drawing her mouth down around my dick and…SHE’S YOUR SISTER.

This thought snapped him out of it and he shook his head softly, his thumb stroking her cheek lightly. “Emma. You are the most attractive girl. Woman. I’ve ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on. If you weren’t my sister…God the things I’d do to you.” His words made her shiver, a deep unknown throb somewhere in her lower stomach making her want more of what he was saying. But she didn’t believe him. So she protested with, “Why don’t you do them Escort Giresun anyway?” The surprise in his eyes was obvious but followed closely by something else. Something she had never seen him look like before. He looked carnal, hungry. He looked…

Suddenly his lips were on hers and she was gasping in shock. For a minute she was stunned to stillness but the soft albeit demanding force of his lips on hers coaxed her to close her eyes and melt in to him. Her head canted just slightly so that the kiss was deepened and a moment later she felt his tongue caress her lower lip, begging for access. She gave it to him, letting him control her, move her how he pleased, do what he wanted. His hands slid down from her face to caress her shoulders, then lower to caress her arms. She heard him growl, low and instinctive from somewhere deep in his throat and suddenly his hands were rough and demanding as he grabbed her tightly by her upper arm on either side.

Standing swiftly he jerked her up with him, directing her towards his room with enthused force. This made that something deep within her throb and jolt with want, so she did not protest. She even thought he was probably still playing a prank on her…some prank! She was laid on the bed softer than he’d drug her in to the room, but moments later found herself being undressed down to nothing. It was the first time she’d let someone see her so openly, and give herself to them so willingly. Emma wondered if he would make fun of her for not protesting later.

Right now it didn’t matter as she felt his hands rove up her stomach to her breasts, caressing and kneading and tweaking her nipples with just the right amount of pressure. Her back arched so that she thrust forward against his touch, a low and almost inauible moan escaping her lips just before being muffled by his once more. Feeling his hot skin over her made her shiver for some reason. He wasn’t wearing his pants anymore…so that meant…they were naked. Together. What were they doing?!

It didn’t matter as he ground his erection against her soft thigh, teasing both her and himself. The second kiss ended with him pulling away by drawing her bottom lip between his teeth and tugging it lightly just before she felt him again, this time on her neck. The kisses trailed and pooled around her collar bone where he stopped to nip at it lightly, then suckle it until blood rose to the surface and a rather impressive hickie formed, marking her as his. Caleb smirked and reached down between him. She was bucking and grinding and withering beneath him desperately, and not wanting to take enough time for her to change her mind…though he highly doubted she would at this point…he reached a hand down between them to find her pussy.

His fingers delved between her soft, moist folds to find her center. Once there he stroked and thumbed it without mercy, his index and middle fingers entering her with ease. He knew she wasn’t a virgin but that didn’t matter. It was her first time with him, and he would make her feel pleasure to the point of bursting and was confident she’d do the same to him.

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There are no underage characters in this story. All characters portrayed are over 18-years-old.

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Mother eats her daughter’s cunt while sister sucks her brother’s cock.

Continued from Chapter 08:

“Oh, Mom. Suck my cock. Blow me. That feels so good. I love your big tits. I love your hard, erect nipples,” said Jason. “Suck me, Mom. Suck me. Suck my cock. That feels so unbelievable. Never have I ever had a blowjob as good as this,” he said. “I hope you won’t take this the wrong way, Mom, but you’re the best cocksucker.”

Jessica removed Jason’s prick from her mouth to give him a wide smile before speaking.

“Thank you, Jason. I’ll take that as a compliment. I love sucking your big, hard prick,” she said taking him back in her mouth again. “I can’t wait for you to cum in my mouth. I can’t wait to swallow your cum.”

After calling his mother the best cocksucker, obviously, by her reaction, making her jealous, Jennifer stopped licking her mother. As if a groundhog emerging from a hole, she poked up her head to watch her mother sucking her brother. As Jessica stroked and sucked her son, Jennifer delayed giving her mother an oral orgasm while watching her brother hump their mother’s mouth and fuck their mother’s face. Obviously, by what she said next, not believing that her mother was giving her brother such a great blowjob to earn the title of the best cocksucker, Jennifer couldn’t help herself from bragging.

“Wait until I suck your cock, Jason,” said Jennifer. “I’ll rock your world,” she said. “You won’t believe the blowjob that I’ll give you. I can’t wait to suck you. I can’t wait for you to cum in my mouth. I can’t wait to swallow your cum.”

As if she was pushing down toast in a toaster that popped up too early, Jessica pushed down on the back of her daughter’s head again.

“Yes, we all know what a great cocksucking whore you are, Jennifer,” said Jessica. “With you having sucked so very many pricks, we all know what a tremendous cocksucker you must be. But with cocksucking not something to be proud of by bragging about being the best cocksucker, you’d be better off finding a husband to marry you and to start a family,” said Jessica.

Jennifer looked up at their mother to make a face while rolling her eyes and sighing.

“The apple doesn’t fall from the tree, Mom. In the way you seemingly enjoy giving hand jobs and blowjobs, I do too,” said Jennifer with attitude.

Jessica put a heavy hand to the back of her daughter’s head again.

“Lick me, Jen. Lick my cunt. Lick now and talk later. I’m almost there,” she said briefly removing her son’s cock from her mouth to speak. She pressed down on the back of her daughter’s pretty head again and mashed Jennifer’s face in her warm, wet cunt again. “Now be a good daughter and lick your mother. Make Mommy cum. Mommy needs to cum.”

As if they were swingers in the swinging lifestyle having a threesome instead of being mother, daughter, and son having incestuous sex, they touched, felt, licked, and sucked one another. Had it not been for Jason finding all of that money, money for sex and sex for money, Jennifer never would have had sex with her brother. She never would have had sex with her mother and their mother never would have had sex with her. Had it not been for all of that money, Jessica never would have had sex with her son.

Being that both mother and daughter were whores anyway and being that Jason was as perversely perverted as they were whores, nonetheless, it was still amazing what money can buy. Money bought Jason his sister’s body. Money bought Jason his mother’s body. Money allowed him to sexually use and abuse his sister and his mother in ways they never would have considered doing before. Assuredly, Jennifer and Jessica were never keen on having incestuous sex as they were now. With lots of money to enflame their libidos, no doubt, mother and daughter would have fucked and sucked a homeless man for one-hundred-thousand dollars each.

Then, whether it was Jennifer licking her pussy and feeling her tits while fingering her nipples or her sucking her son’s cock, or a combination of both, a long time coming, Jessica was ready to have an orgasm. Again, she ejected her son’s prick from her mouth to voice her sexual excitement. As if she was about to give birth to a baby instead of having an orgasm, breathing from her mouth instead of from her nose, she arched her back while stretching her long, legs and tightened her buttocks. As if Jennifer’s head was a portable, combination dildo and vibrator, while moving her face all over her sopping wet pussy, Jessica mashed her daughter’s face deeper in her cunt as if her daughter’s face was a sponge.

“I’m going to cum. I’m cumming. Fuck! Oh, my God! I’m cumming. I don’t believe this. I don’t fucking believe this. Lick me, Jen. Lick me. Don’t stop. Lick Mommy. Lick me faster. Rub my clit harder. Suck it. Suck my clit. Oh, oh, oh, baby girl,” she said mashing and rubbing Jennifer’s face in her cunt by putting her two hands to the back of her daughter’s pretty Giresun Escort head. “God, I don’t believe this. I don’t believe it. I’m going to cum. I’m cumming, Jennifer. I’m cumming. Mommy is cumming.”

Jessica collapsed in a naked heap.

Chapter 09:

Something he was always curious about and something he always wanted to see and hear, he always wanted to see and hear his mother having an orgasm. He had imagined giving her an orgasm many times before and her having an orgasm was something he had masturbated over while imagining watching and hearing cum. Now, after seeing and hearing his mother having an orgasm was better than he ever could have ever imagined. Just seeing her, watching her, and listening to his mother in such orgasmic pleasure was well worth giving her the additional fifty-thousand-dollar bonus to encourage her to have lesbian sex with her daughter, his sister.

Enjoying their moment of orgasmic pleasure, with daughter the giver and mother the receiver, Jennifer and Jessica rested in the afterglow of sex. While Jessica still fingered the head and slowly stroked the shaft of her son’s erect cock, taking up residence as if she belonged there and lived there, Jennifer rested between her mother’s mature thighs. Sexually teasing her mother with her stiff, experienced fingers and soft, warm, wet tongue, she continued kissing Jessica’s pussy while still licking and fingering her mother’s pussy. Sexually teasing her son with her soft lips, wet tongue, and experienced fingers and hand, Jason’s mother continued kissing and licking her son’s cock.

“Suck me, Mom. Blow me. I can’t wait to stick my cock in your beautiful mouth,” said Jason to his mother.

Instead of just being content and sexually sated to just watch, as if he was positioned between their mother’s thighs, Jason imagined fingering his mother while licking his mother. Unable to contain himself from being a spectator anymore, he reached his horny hand down to feel and fondle his mother’s big tits and finger her erect nipples. With his mother already cumming in her daughter’s mouth, Jason wanted to cum in his mother’s mouth. Instead of just teasing him with her hand, lips, and tongue, he couldn’t wait for his mother to take him in her mouth and blow him, really suck him. Only, the incestuous, lesbian, sexual show must go on and his motherly blowjob would have to wait.

Now that Jessica had regained her strength from experiencing the oral orgasm her daughter gave her, it was now his mother’s turn to eat her daughter’s cunt. As if watching a double feature, X-rated, lesbian movie with his sister and mother in the starring roles, Jason was ready to watch his mother lick and finger her daughter. Switching places with her, Jennifer moved up on the bed while Jessica moved down on the bed. Going up for one while going down for the other, as if ships passing one another in the night, mother and daughter passed one another on the bed.

In the way that Jason imagined what his whore of a sister routinely did for most any man when in readiness to be fucked, Jennifer spread her legs wide for her mother. Only, instead of being fucked by a man, she was ready to be eaten by a woman, her own mother. Eager to get involved in the incestuous, sexual action, watching them eat one another made him so horny. He stroked his cock while watching his mother about to lick and finger his sister’s cunt.

“Eat me, Mom. Lick my pussy,” said Jennifer. “Make me cum.”

Not embarrassed nor ashamed, Jennifer reached her hands down to open her pussy lips with her fingertips to show her mother and brother her glistening wet cunt. In the way his mother did before, with their pussies spread wide open as if he was their gynecologist, never had he ever seen as much of his mother and sister. In the way that Jennifer positioned herself when giving her mother oral pleasure, Jessica made herself comfortable between her daughter’s legs. Obviously, just as it wasn’t the first time for Jennifer licking a cunt, it wasn’t the first time for Jessica eating a pussy either.

While hoping to learn more about how to orally pleasure his sister, Jason watched his mother lick her daughter with sexual enthusiasm while fingering her daughter with sexual lust. With him fumbling around in the dark and not knowing what in the Hell he was doing when going down on a woman, mother and daughter knew exactly how to pleasure one another. Jessica and Jennifer were women after all, unlike men who give a dozen cursory licks, women were intent in orally pleasing one another.

Different in the way that most men only go down on a woman for her to reciprocate with a blowjob, women went down on one another because they enjoyed eating one another’s pussies. In the way that men enjoyed having their cocks stroked and sucked, lesbian and bi-sexual women enjoyed licking and fingering another women’s pussy. Yet, in the way that a man would never suck another man’s cock unless he was forced, was bi-sexual, or was gay, women don’t need to be forced or to be bi-sexual or lesbian to Giresun Escort Bayan lick another woman’s pussy. As evidenced in the swinging lifestyle, doing it just for them, plenty of heterosexual women routinely have sex with other women while their husband’s watch.

In the way that Jennifer was immediately thrashing around the bed, obviously, it wouldn’t be long before she had an orgasm too. Jessica moved her hands beneath her daughter’s shapely ass and, as if drinking wine from a fountain, she pushed up on her ass and lifted Jennifer’s pussy to her mouth. Licking and licking her while fingering her daughter, in the way she was going at her daughter, if Jason didn’t know his mother wasn’t lesbian, he’d think she was.

“I love licking your pussy, Jennifer,” said Jessica looking up from her daughter’s cunt to speak.

Obviously, in the way that women were more open to having sex with other women, even when they weren’t lesbian or bi-sexual, heterosexual men would never be as sexually exploring and physically accommodating with other men. Unless they were bi-sexual or gay, guys would never do to other men what women freely, openly, and willing did with other women. From helping them to dress, to doing their hair and makeup, to borrowing and wearing each other’s clothes, and to always going to the ladies’ room together, what women considered normal behavior, men considered gay.

It was more socially accepted for women to touch other women in an intimate way. Other than giving other men a brief hug, a handshake, a fist bump, a high five, a pat on the back, or a slap on the ass, men weren’t as social as women. Men would never touch another man in the way that women routinely, willingly, and openly touch other women. Women were more extravert in their social behavior where men were more introverted.

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Then, removing her hands from beneath her daughter’s naked ass, Jessica used the fingers of one hand to finger her daughter’s naked cunt. She used the fingers of the other hand to feel and fondle her big, naked breasts while fingering her erect, naked nipples. As if she was some sexy stranger she had brought home from work instead of her daughter, while fingering and licking her daughter faster and harder, she finger-fucked Jennifer’s pussy. A master class of pussy eating, licking and licking her while fingering her, she licked her daughter’s pussy and sucked and rubbed her daughter’s clit while continuing to feel her tits and finger her nipples.

“Oh, my God, Mom, you’re going to make me cum,” said Jennifer wiggling her shapely, naked ass all over the bed.

Jessica licked her daughter faster while fingering her pussy deeper.

“Cum, Jennifer. Cum. Cum in Mommy’s mouth,” said Jessica.

As if he was watching two strippers going at one another and performing a live lesbian act on stage, Jason continued stroking his cock while watching his mother eating his sister’s pussy. A sexually exciting sight to see, if it wasn’t enough seeing his sister and mother naked, he couldn’t believe he had just watched his sister eating their mother’s pussy. With the show not over yet, now was Jessica eating her daughter’s pussy too. Not able to replicate how they sexually pleasured one another with their fingers and mouths, but wanting to learn, he’d have to ask his sister and mother to give him pussy eating lessons.

“Oh, Mom, that feels so good. I can’t believe you’re eating my pussy. This is my sexual fantasy come true. I can’t believe you’re licking my cunt,” said Jennifer looking up at her brother to give him a big smile. “You’re the best brother, Jason, for suggesting that we have lesbian sex and for paying us to make love to one another while you watch,” she said giving her brother a sexy look. “If it’s not sexually exciting enough for my mother to eat my cunt, it’s even more sexually exciting for you to watch us eating one another.”

Jessica stopped eating her daughter’s pussy to look up at her son and to speak.

“I never thought I’d be eating my daughter in a million years,” said Jessica. “I’m so glad you found that money, Jason,” she said giving her son a sexy smile too. “Thank you for sharing your money with us. Something we never would have done or even thought of doing, I’m so glad you paid us to strip naked and have sex with one another,” she said to her son.

An overload of naked women, he looked from his naked mother to smile at his naked sister. He still couldn’t believe he was seeing his sister and his mother’s tits, asses, and pussies. He still couldn’t believe he was seeing them both naked. He still couldn’t believe he was watching them giving one another oral sex. He still couldn’t believe he’d be having incestuous sex with the both of them soon.

“You’re welcome,” he said giving them both a sexy look. “It was my pleasure,” he said giving his mother a dirty laugh.

Something he always wanted his sister to see, in the way his grandmother was always catching him masturbating himself, and in the way his mother Escort Giresun had just watched him stroke himself, he always wanted his sister to watch him masturbate too. While Jessica licked her daughter’s pussy, Jennifer watched her brother stroke his erect prick. In the way their mother had just done earlier, she gave her brother the eye. Teasing him, as if she was giving her impression of giving a blowjob, she lifted her hand to her mouth and quickly moved it back and forth while her tongue pushed her cheek in an out. Then, she gave her brother a sexy smile and a naughty look.

“Stick your prick in my mouth, Jason,” she said. “I need to stroke and suck my little brother while Mom licks and fingers my pussy.”

Already sexually excited after his mother stroked him and sucked him nearly to completion, Jason continued watching his mother eating his sister. As if making sure his prick was ready, he fingered the head of his engorged prick and stroked himself. Then, when his sister said she wanted to suck him, this day just keeps getting better. If it wasn’t enough his mother had his cock in her mouth, now his sister wanted his cock in her mouth too.

Ready to receive his sisterly blowjob, he walked his cock over to his sister’s mouth in the way he had walked his cock over to their mother’s mouth. He stared down at her beautiful face and her naked breasts. Only, if she was going to blow him, he didn’t want to cum on her tits. He wanted to cum in his sister’s beautiful mouth.

As soon as his stiff prick was in reach, Jennifer wrapped her hand around her brother’s big dick in the same way she had wrapped her experienced hand around so many other exposed pricks of horny men. In the way his mother’s hand felt so good wrapped around his stiff prick, his sister’s hand felt amazing wrapped around his erection. In the way he had imagined her doing when masturbating himself, while Jessica continued eating her daughter’s pussy, Jennifer fondled the head of her brother’s cock while slowly stroking him. Teasing him in the way their mother did when blowing her son, his sister kissed and licked the head of his cock while looking up at him with her big, brown, beautiful eyes.

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“I can’t wait to suck you, Jason,” said his sister teasing him by slowly running her fingers over the head of his stiff prick.

Continuing to tease him with her hand, her lips, and her tongue, she teased him with her words too. With his horny eyes filled to capacity with incestuous sex, he stared down as his naked mother eating his naked sister. Jennifer slowly stroked her brother’s stiff prick as if she was one of her boyfriends.

“I can’t wait for you to suck my prick, Jennifer,” said Jason stroking her hair as if already having his hand to the back of his sister’s head.

While stroking his cock, she kissed his cock. While stroking his cock faster and harder, she licked his prick. Without waiting for him to respond, she continued unmercifully teasing him by rattling off her questions.

“Would you like me to blow you now, Jason?” She stared up at him. “Would you like me to suck your cock?” She stopped stroking him to fondle the head of his cock with her fingertips. “Tell me. Say it. I need to hear the words. Would you like to stick your prick in my mouth?” She kissed his cock and licked his cock again. “In the way you just did with our mother, would you like to hump my mouth and fuck my face?” Too sexually excited to answer his sexy sister, he just stared down at her. “Would you like to cum in my mouth and watch me swallow your cum?”

While she looked up at him with sisterly love, he looked down at her with incestuous lust and sexual excitement. Especially when she was smiling as she was now, she was so pretty. She was so sexy. His sexual fantasy come true, he couldn’t wait for his sister to blow him. He couldn’t wait to cum in Jennifer’s mouth and watch her swallow his cum. Then, unable to contain himself any longer he answered all of her questions.

“Oh, God, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” he said. “I would love for you to blow me, Jennifer. I want you to suck my prick. I can’t wait to stick my cock in your mouth. I’m so ready to hump your mouth and fuck your face. A sexual fantasy come true, I’d love to cum in your mouth and watch you swallow my cum,” he said with lustful, sexual excitement.

Continuing to tease him with her long, manicured fingers wrapped around his big, stiff prick, tightening her grip, she ever so slowly stroked her brother. While his mother continued eating her daughter, Jason felt his sister’s big tits while fingering her erect nipples. Then, leaning closer to her mouth, he touched her lips with his prick. While she smiled up at him looking so sexy and so pretty, he stared down at her while feeling so horny and sexually frustrated.

He needed to cum. He needed to ejaculate a load of warm, oozy cum in his sister’s mouth. After his mother gave him half of a blowjob, he needed his sister to suck him dry. In the way he couldn’t wait to cum in his mother’s mouth, he couldn’t wait to cum in his sister’s mouth too. In the way he couldn’t wait to cum in his mother’s pussy, he couldn’t wait to cum in his sister’s pussy too. Without a doubt, with him cumming at least four times, he’d definitely be cumming, cumming, cumming, and cumming today.

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