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James and I – Part 1

Hey , guys, I’m Brandon and this is the story me and James.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. My alarmed screamed at me to get up and begin my day. Normally, I would be pretty irritated but today was different. It was the last day of school and it was a half day. Most students would be taking a Final that day, but not me. My three classes of the day had either already taken the final or didn’t have one. It was party central that day. The first two classes were a bore except for James. James was a guy I had met this year he was in every one of my even numbered classes. We had become quite good friends over the school year and we were going to go to summer camp together too. He was, in my opinion, the cutest guy in school. He was 17, about 5’8” and incredibly lean. He had dark chocolate brown eyes and his hair was short and a deep rich golden brown that glowed heavenly when the light hit it. I was similar. I was the same age, but I was taller at 6’3” and my hair was short and black. I was a little less muscular than James, but not by much.
I sat and thought about how, though we had only known each other for a short time, we had grown really close and had spent lots of time over at each other’s houses. We would normally just talk, play video games, and watch movies, and YouTube videos. One day we had been hanging out with some of our friends. It was a hot day and so we had gone down to Wal-Mart to get some water balloons and some water guns. We were going to have an all-out war. We ran out just as it was starting to cool down so everyone went home except for James. He had called his parents who told him that they would be on their way. They never came. About an hour later his dad called him and told him that he wasn’t going to pick up because his mom had gone into labor. He began to argue with his dad about what he was supposed to do. He couldn’t just walk home it was already Eight-thirty at night then and he lived two hours away. My parents couldn’t take him because they were out of town for the weekend. He told his dad he would think of something and hung up.
“Dude, you can stay here if you want man”, I offered.
“Really? That would be awesome!” he said. He shivered his clothes still soaking wet.
“You’re gonna get sick man”, I said, “You should go take a shower.”
He claimed he had nothing to wear, but I told him not to worry, I would lend him something to wear. He thanked me and we walked to my room so I could get him something to wear. I picked out a white tee, and some bikini briefs that I had. I tried to find some pajama pants he could wear, but I was all out of clean ones. I grabbed a towel for him and folded everything up and place the towel on top of the clothes. I told him that I was out of pajama pants and asked him if that was ok or if he wanted to borrow some of my dad’s. He assured me it was fine. He got in the shower. I had already showered earlier and so I pulled out my phone and ordered a large pepperoni pizza. I plopped down on the sofa and grabbed my laptop which was connected to my TV and logged onto Facebook and checked my notifications. Nothing more than a few likes and game requests so I closed the window and looked through my movie collection.
I heard the shower turn off. I expected him to come out rather quickly, but he took quite a while. When he finally came out dressed in the white tee which looked a little tight on him, but I outlined all of his muscles and the briefs which were bulging with his massive package. I couldn’t believe my eyes. He looked so hot. I started getting hard.
“What?” he asked.
I hadn’t realized it at first, but I had been staring at him.
“Huh? Oh, nothing. Hey, I ordered pizza.” I said changing the subject. “Is that alright?”
“Yeah, man, I’m starved!”
We sat around waiting for the pizza to arrive. We talked like we normally did, but it was so much harder since I was trying not to stare at him. He made it even harder since he kept drawing attention to his bulge. Whether or not it was intentional, I don’t know, but if I had to guess I would have to say that it was. The pizza finally had shown up and helped me cool down a bit. We watched a few movies and eventually we were getting tired so we got up and went to bed. I had a king sized bed in my room so I didn’t bother making a separate bed set up for him. After enough sleep overs he was cool with it so we didn’t even say anything we just got into bed and passed out.
Around two in the morning I woke up and felt James arm around me and his dick pressed up against my ass. I was instantly hard. I heard him mumbling. I listened closely to see if I could understand what he was saying.
“I love you Brandon.”
I was shocked I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t believe that he had just said he loved me. And to make it even worse/better (I still don’t know which) he started to kiss my neck. I was on heaven. I let out an accidental moan. He stopped and so did I. I didn’t move. I didn’t breath.
“James?” I said.
At first there was no answer, but then he replied, “Yeah?”
“Are you gay?” I asked after a few moments of silence.
“What?! No!” He responded. He jumped out of bed as I turned around to face him.
“James! Come here. It’s Okay!” I assured him.
He hesitated, but he came back over. He sat down with me on the edge of the bed. He didn’t look at me. He just kept repeating “I’m sorry” and “I’m so stupid”.
“Hey!” I said. “You’re not stupid!” He still wouldn’t look at me. I placed my hand under his chin and turned he head towards me. I stared deeply into his eyes as the moonlight poured into the room from the skylight. I leaned in and kissed him. Softly at first, but it quickly grew with passion. In no time at all I was taking off his shirt and kissing his neck. I kissed him all the way down his torso, only stopping to lick his nipples on the way down. When I reached the grey bikini briefs, they were already soaked with pre-cum. I swiftly pulled them off and released his large 8 in dick. It was rock hard. I didn’t even hesitate. I opened my mouth and took it in. I bobbed up and down each time taking a bit more of his dick into my mouth. Eventually reaching the base of uncut cock. I pulled back and began licking the tip of his dick as he let out loud moans that I’m sure could be heard around the neighborhood. I kept sucking him off and his hips started thrusting matching my rhythm.
“Ugh! I’m gonna cum”, he warned, but I kept my ground and continued sucking him off. He shot rope after rope after rope of cum straight into my mouth. I struggled, but I managed to swallow it all. He was breathing hard, but he smiled. “Your turn.”
I laid down on the bed and he took grabbed my pajama pants and pulled him down along with my briefs. He took my dick into his mouth and began to suck me off. He sucked me off until I was about to cum. He stopped and said. “Fuck me.”
He leaned over my desk and I got up behind him. I kneeled and spat on his hole until it was nice and wet. I stood back up and guided my dick into his ass. He winced, but he seemed pretty used to getting fucked. I started thrusting slowly at first, but begin to pick up momentum. It didn’t take too long before I was about to cum.
“I’m gonna cum”, I said.
“Cum inside me”, he told me.
I kept thrusting and came at last. I shot about 8 rope of cum into his ass. We got cleaned up and laid back in bed together. I told him I loved him and he said he loved me too. I couldn’t believe it, but I was too tired to think about it. So I simply fell asleep.
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Amy, Part 2

The second half of my time with Amy. Again, both parts happened over about a year and a half. This second part got really weird in a number of ways. Amy and I are still friends, but her new husband knows nothing of her sordid past.

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THE AMOROUS ADVENTURES OF JULIANA L., PART 1

My real name isn’t Juliana L., but that’s the name I am going to use in these accounts. Almost all of what I will write in these pages really happened; the remainder is changed to protect the identities of those involved, and for dramatisation purposes. After all, I can’t possibly remember verbatim conversations that happened fifteen or twenty years ago. Can you?

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Mothers Secret Code

Mothers Secret Code
*I’ll let these two ‘moms’ tell this true story.
For some reason, all us mothers have a code that is taboo to ever talk about. We don’t talk about our sexual feelings for our sons or daughters. It’s somehow so taboo, so unthinkable, so naughty, we never talk about it. (except in low whispers with a friend who will never ever tell we talked about ‘it’)
Mothers will say (outwardly) how disgusting, sick, weird or say that any sexual feelings about our sons or daughters is just nasty. They’ll say how a mother that does that should be somehow punished, their kids taken away from them, shunned, and be outcasts from society.
Oh
. you may have a very close friend that you talk in whispers to, maybe after a few drinks, that will express her true feelings about her sexual feelings about her kids. I had such a friend.
We broke the code
..

..and It stayed broken between us.
Every chance we got, we talked about it, because?
it made us excited sexually, plain and simple. Let’s just call me, Julie, and her Lynn.
————–
A few years back we both had 12 years olds, my boy, and her girl. We were comparing notes about them. A few glasses of wine, and I broke the code. I asked her if she ever got turned on when she felt her little girls body. She got quiet for a while. Then a devilish smile, she leaned real close to me and whispered: (“
oh god Julie!, you too?”) and that was the start of us talking hush hush about our sexual feelings about our kids.
Our husbands were out of town one weekend, and I wanted her to spend the night with me. We put the kids in other rooms and we got together in my bed. We both were dying to talk privately together. We said just talking bout it was making us both hot and turned on, big time. We turned out all but a night light and closed and locked the door. It was all quiet now, total privacy. We were both getting wet in anticipation. She whispered: (“ Before we start, ..do you masturbate?..”), I giggled and said (“
.hell yes!..”) She smiled big and said: (“When I secretly think about my girl touching me, or me touching her, I always like to masturbate while I think about it
.do you mind?”) I said: (“..may I join you?”), we giggled quietly. We took off our panties, opened our legs and started in rubbing our vagina‘s. Our open legs touched and that made it all the more exciting. Masturbating together with a close friend was very hot, and very taboo.
————
She told me how it first started with her,
.
When she gave her little girl, about 9yrs old, a bath, is when she first got the ’tingles’. Feeling her smooth little body all over while washing her was more and more a turn on. The little girl liked it when mommy washed her little vagina, and giggled. One time she got brave and got in the bathtub naked with her.
Her little girl was wowed at mommy’s big titties and the hair between her legs. She asked: “Mommy, can I touch your titties?” Lynn told her:
“Oh yes, I’m your mommy, it’s ’ok’ to do that.”
“Julie, my little girl started touching, feeling, then stared my nipples. She then just started sucking on my nipples and playing with them. I got so hot when she did that, I closed my eyes and gasp for air.
Then she felt my pubic hair, and ran her little fingers through it and she liked to comb it with her fingers as a comb. Then she rubbed her little face on it.
The first time I let her do that, I orgasmed hard, and shivered and shook. She smiled and asked if I was cold. I said:
. “Oh no
(gasp)
.mommy just got a nice feeling from her doing that.” She said she got tingles when she touched her little bump, right here. She opened her little legs wide, looked down, and put her finger on her little clit.
I should have felt very guilty
.but I didn’t
it felt good to have a wonderfully intense orgasm that way, and I wanted more. I told her that all this was our ’girls secret’ and to never tell what we did in the bathtub. 
.’Ok?’ She, at 9yrs old then, said she would never tell anyone ever, and that was our secret just between her and I,



. and she never has.
————
Lynn’s story got me so hot
 I felt dizzy. My fingers were wet from feeling my vagina, and my clit was so sensitive, I could hardly touch it.
———————
I told how I started getting tingles in my vagina when I felt my son’s body. Dressing him, bathing him, and feeling him for no other reason that to get a sexual feeling. Little boys are more curious and he loved to look at my tits. I let him take long looks while I dressed or changed clothes. I slowly put on or took of my bra. I felt my own tits and played with my nipples as he watch, wide eyed. At nine years old, we too had a talk about secrets and I made him understand. He agreed and to this day we have our ’little secret.’ He got little hardons now, and ’mommy’ would rub it and make it feel good. He love that, and if we were alone, he would request we go do ’that’ we called it. I would take him in the bathroom and lock the door. I loved jacking on his little dick and the first time he had a little shot of white cum shoot out
.I orgasmed.
It was so hot as I held his little dick in my hand and felt his first cum between my fingers. When he left, I got really bold and licked my fingers
 his little cum was erotic tasting and I orgasmed again when it touched my tongue.
—————–
We both were now breathing hard after telling the events so far. We closed our eyes and rubbed our vagina’s faster. I felt her hand grab my leg to steady herself. She was trying not to moan as she lifted up her hips up high and shook as she had a big intense orgasm. I was right with her, and steadied my self with my hand on her leg too. I unconsciously squeezed her leg as I moaned and lifted my hips high,
.shook hard and had a big orgasm too. We shook for a while, and moaned quietly. Our hands still on each others legs. Feeling each others orgasms that way was a very erotic event we had never had before. We lay quiet
then she whispered:
.(“
.I think (gasp) we’ve found a new turn on, Julie.” )
I agreed and whispered back: (“..Later, I think (deep breath) I think next time I would like to turn around, so we can face each others vaginas (gasp) and we can watch us do ’that’ again, I have a powerful urge to watch your vagina orgasm, very close up next time.”)
It was a very exciting and wonderful night. We’ll keep what we did late in the night
.very private,
..for now.
————-
Well I’m here to finally talk about the ‘code’. We both felt, if our kids said they didn’t want do something, we would always honor that and not do it, but so far, that has never happened.
Our kids are a little older now, and we still have our special ‘secret’. Her daughter and her still go in the bathroom and have their ‘private’ time, my son comes in my room and we too have our
.’private’ time. Sneaking a hot feel still takes my breath away. We get so hot so fast when you only have a short time to touch our body’s.
Now days, I can make him cum in my hand in a short time. He can make me orgasm so fast, I almost faint. Lynn and her daughter carry little vibaratiors with them and can orgasm each other fast without moaning
(usually,)
.. (I’ve heard them as I listened at the bathroom door before
that always gets me so hot.)
What they don’t know is Julie and Lynn, we have our, ‘private’ time too, when we talk about the latest happenings with our growing kids. We wait until we can spend the night all alone with each other, we get naked, and
..well
. the story’s gets us so hot we
..turn off all the lights
…
(whispering
.”do you mind if I put my hand on your leg Lynn?” 
“Of course not Julie, you know you always can,
. Wow, your trembling, you must have a hot story for tonight. If you don‘t mind, I think I‘ll put my hand on your warm leg and just masturbate while you tell it.”
(This was the way we like to tell the latest hot story’s. Somehow the human contact, makes us so very hot as we talk.)
—————
“
.Well, (gasp, pause), you better hold my leg tight as I tell you about my son. Last week he reached up under my dress, then sliding his hand down my panties and ran his finger down the center of my vagina, in the middle of my living room!” 
.“Oh god Julie!, I would have loved to feel that!”
“Well Lynn,
(gasp)
.I was standing there in my living room when I felt my sons warm hands wrap around me. He started kissing me on the neck and feeling my tits so good, I lost my breath
.next thing I know, I feel his hand slide up my leg. Inching up slowly to the top of my panties. Then I feel his warm hand move down inside my panties and slowly slide down my lower tummy, headed right for my already damp vagina. I felt his finger combing thru my pubic hair, and on to my vagina
I shivered with anticipation, hoping where his finger was headed. He found it
.. my wet clit, and his finger danced around it. Oh Lynn
my knees got weak, I got hot flashes and pushed my vagina to his finger. I felt his hardon against my butt cheeks. I reached around and pulled his hips tight to my butt cheeks. Oh god Lynn
his finger was massaging my clit now, right in the living room, where anyone walking or even driving by might see us!
I finally whispered to him: (“It’s mom’s turn, son.”) I turned around and un zipped his pants. I reached in and he wasn’t wearing any underwear. (gasp)…my heart was beating fast as I felt his big warm dick. I carefully pulled out his dick, and started stroking it. My back was to the windows, but he had my skirt pulled up and had pulled my panties down some. The risk was so intense, I felt my vagina start to seeping more juices. I couldn’t think
did I lock that door?
.I didn’t know for sure
his finger on my clit was causing my brain not to work
all I knew was I wanted to orgasm so bad and now. He knew it too, and started rubbing my clit firmer and firmer while squeezing my tits. I cupped one hand over the head of his dick
I was going to make him cum big and I wanted to catch it all in my hand. It all happen so fast. I felt my orgasm building up and up and I tried not moan loud but I just couldn’t and let out a “ Oh Baby
Yes!!!!”
and my knees buckled as I had a glorious orgasm just as he shot hot cum in my hand. He filled it up so fast, I had to rub some on my vagina to keep it from spilling out on the floor. He kissed me and told me what a beautiful mom I was and that I was the best mom in the whole world. My head was spinning as I kissed him back and let my tongue do the talking. We were both so weak but managed to keep standing. We straightened up, I just left his cum on my pubic hair, and pulled my panties up over it. We sat down and panted as I leaned my head on his shoulder.
The door opened.
I forgot to lock it! My husband came carrying some stuff and just said: “Hi folks,” and didn’t even hardly notice us. I spent the rest of the day with my sons cum in my pubic hair so I could sneak a feel with my fingers and a taste and smell if I was careful too.”
Lynn was breathing hard and rubbing her vagina. Her fingers dug into my leg as her hips squirmed. I was really hot too, watching her and feeling my own vagina and feeling her hot leg. I don’t know where I got the courage to say this, but I nervously whispered to her: (“did you (gasp) need some help reaching your climax, Lynn?” )
She moaned and whispered back: (“..if you’ll do me,
(gasp)
I’ll do you Julie.” )
We had never done that before. We had the best and most wonderful night we‘d ever had
.with our ‘private time’.
The next night we got to be alone again. We got naked with a low light, while she told of her and her daughters latest encounter. This time we had taken us to the next step. We had whispered about doing ‘a little more’ between us. Our trembling hands ventured out to our desires.
I had my hand resting on her pubic hair and she had hers on mine. We very slowly started fingered each other as she told her story. Our fingers trembled with the new pleasure. My heart was beating with excitement. Lynn rolled toward me, and rested her face on my tit as she talked. Soon her leg slowly moved over mine. I was so excited, I know she felt the wetness in my vagina as she eased her fingers slowly in it. I know I sure did in hers, as my fingers were so wet as I massaged her big clit. (She had big one too, and I loved playing with it, making her gasp.) We loved the way we told our stories in our new positions. We had new urges and they were very taboo and very exciting. We kept them totally secret and private. It was getting so we liked feeling each other as much as we did our own kids and we both knew it. We both secretly wanted to do more each time.
Lynn had another story


———————
“Well, Julie
.(big breath)
.last weekend my husband and my daughters boyfriend went on a overnight fishing trip. We had the whole house to ourselves all night. We both got hot when we found out. The minute they left, my daughter and I headed to have a private shower. Oh Julie, her tits are bigger now, I loved to get behind her and feel them in the warm soapy water. She reached back and rubbed my vagina so good. Something was driving us to get closer and do more. We had never had ‘girl sex’ but she was leading the way. I didn’t resist at all Julie 
I couldn’t 
I was weak and felt it was going to happen
..Then she whispered in my ear:
(“mom
let’s ‘do us‘…ok?, please?”) 
then she kissed me, long and so wet. I froze as I felt her tongue slip slightly in my mouth. I was kinda in shock but the jolt in my vagina was awesome! We had never kissed like that, ever before.
I whispered, out of breath: (“Oh my (gasp)
.my little girl is growing up and wants to do more now?”)
(I didn’t quite know what ‘do us’ meant.) She said that she likes guys and sometimes girls to play with. We had never done ‘do us‘, but I was game as I loved feeling her body. We felt us in the warm soapy water and she showed me how she liked to have me massage her little clit, as she did mine. This was new for us and we got real hot and out of breath. I got weak as she rubbed my clit so fast I
..I
well
I orgasmed right in the shower.
I just couldn’t help it Julie! She held me close and tight. She kissed my neck and rubbed her own clit fast and then
.shivered and moaned:
(“
.ohhhhh mom!,
. I want you in bed so bad.”)
.I got a tingle shock in my vagina!
Julie, it was so naughty and so taboo but so exciting, We held our wet soapy butt cheeks and I started rubbing her clit fast
.then, she moaned so long and shuddered as we parted our legs and pressed and ground our soapy clits together.
Julie
.mom’s and daughter’s making each other orgasm was so risky if anyone ever found out
I got so hot as she washed me slowly to cool me down. I wanted this wonderful shower to last and last. We finally got out, so weak, dried off and got into bed and just felt each others naked body’s for a long time.
Julie, she’s was just like me and loves the feel a female body on her hands and fingers.
———————
Feeling Lynn’s hot body against mine was reminding me of a time when my son crawled in bed with me. I started telling her this story. I pulled Lynn close to me as we felt each others body’s. Our fingers doing our thing.
“Lynn, I’ve got a story about when my son crawled in bed with me one time.” She said: “Oh good!,
. but I need to orgasm real bad, will you help me after words?” I said: “Of course, I whispered: (we’ll do a cross masturbation after words)…Ok?” She squeezed my vagina and said: “Ok!!!” We had talked about masturbating each other and how
‘someday’ we ‘might’ try it.
“ Well Lynn, my husband had just left for work. My son knew I was alone in bed. He was about 13 then, and no school that day. I took advantage when he got under the covers in my bed and rolled him on top of me. Oh Lynn
.he felt so good on me in only his little boxers. I felt his back and legs and soon his growing boner started pressing against my vagina. He said he had a really hot dream. He didn’t say who the girl was, but did say she was older, about my age. I asked him if he had a ’wet’ dream about this girl. He said no, he woke up before they could have sex. I knew ‘this’ mom could make him cum big, so took more advantage. I ask him to describe the girl. Lynn, he described me in every detail. I said:
“Awww that’s to bad you woke up before you two could have hot sex.” I pulled the covers up over us and said why don’t you put your boner between my legs and we’ll pretend I’m that girl. He sleepily reached down and pulled out his boner and put it between my legs. I had my panties on and I felt his warm boner against my inner legs and vagina. I clamped my legs together tight and rubbed his body wildly. He started pumping me and breathing heavy. I took his hands and put them on my tits. I started whispering in his ear: (
.”..oh yes baby
oh hell yes
cum in me
 oh jeeez you feel so good in me!
fuck me baby
take me
take it home baby
Oh
.OH
.OH!
..EEEEYES!.. I felt him explode between my legs as he moaned ..”Oh
OH
 MOM!”

(mom?)
I knew he was having a dream about me!, and his slip of the tongue verified it. He flooded my legs and soaked my panties outside my vagina. He collapsed on me as I rubbed his smooth body over and over as his boner just kept pulsating the last of his cum out between my legs.
Ok, I admit it, I orgasmed when his hot cum shot out and I felt it on my vagina. Lynn, it was the closest ever, to him having sex with me. It was so wonderful, I’ll never forget it
ever.
Lynn was straining for me to finger her faster, and I was so ready for her to do the same. I turned so we faced each other and we fingered each other and bucked our hips together. She grabbed my fingers and speeded them up in her vagina. My thumb rubbed across her clit as she felt my G spot in my vagina. It started
. we took short gasping breaths
and here it came
our first dual climax, as it jolted us and peaked! I almost cried as we moaned and squirmed out of control, we both moaned
“YES BABY YES!!!yesyesyesyesyes!!!!!!!!!, and shook hard!

We held each others hand that was in our vaginas and guided it in and out to where the peek feeling was. We were so spent we slowly just let the pulses have their way and felt the spasms prevail.
We kinda passed out for a while. Then later, still moaning and holding each other we drifted to sleep.
Her daughter and my son came over the next day, they just happened to arrive at the same time. Lynn and I ended up in the kitchen talking. I looked around the corner at my son, and he and her daughter were sitting close and talking. Soon his arm went up on the back of the couch and she scooted closer. (“Lynn,” I whispered, “come look.”)
she looked and started to grin. Her daughter came in and said she had been playing tennis and could she take a quick shower. I said ’Sure, go right ahead.’ We continued to talk and then I noticed my son was gone. We listened quietly. I tip toed to the bathroom door. I heard them giggling quietly. I motioned for Lynn to come listen
we both grinned and quietly tip toed away.
We sat in the kitchen and talked. Soon her daughter came in smiling with her wet hair. A few minutes later my son came in
wet hair.
Lynn whispered: (“Look as his wet hair Julie!
.do you think they took a shower together???”)
Her daughter had to go somewhere and my son walked her to her car. He leaned his elbows on her window sill, as they talked, and we watched. He looked around and gave her a long hot kiss. We giggled and wondered what was going to become of this. We talked quietly. “Julie, if they compare notes
.oh my god! Their two moms are ‘feelers‘ and they both love it, and we both know they like to feel and touch us also.
I wonder of our ‘little secret’ will come out when they talk? We better have a talk with them and let them know it’s ‘ok’, to share our secret with only them.”
———-
*Julie and Lynn were to late. Jen, Lynn’s daughter, and Ken, Julie’s son had already talked and shared with them only, the ‘little secret’. Ken told his mom Julie later in private, Jen ask him if his mom, like hers, well
.a
.sort of
..a
..feel him extra good. Ken said hell yes and I like it. Jen said ‘oh my god!’ I love it when my mom feels me too! Secret out, but only with the two of them. Then the feeling and touching urge between the two of them skyrocketed. This happened while they sat on the couch. They planned their first ‘feel up’ in the shower. Ken told his mom Julie, “Finally a girl who like to be felt up all the time! She likes to feel me up too. We went crazy in the bathroom, we took each others clothes off in a flash. Feeling us up all the way. Then
.well that’s all I’m going to say for now, mom. Julie smiled and felt his big boner and said: “You don’t need to say anymore son. Jen and Lynn are the only ones we can ever share our ’little secret’ with. When the time comes, I’ll tell you what Lynn and I talk bout in private.” “Mom, I had no idea that Jen and Lynn were ’feelers’ like us.” Ken felt his mom’s tits and kissed her neck and said: “I think were all gonna like what’s coming ahead.” He felt his mom’s ass as she pulled him in tight to her pussy and whispered in his ear: (“Oh baby, (gasp) I know we will“


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True Story

I cheated, Well, WE cheated

I have been dying to tell someone of my true experience but due to obvious reasons you will read below there was nobody I could tell. When I found this site and read some of the stories I knew this was a good venue because keeping it inside was almost killing me.
This is my first time writing a story so I hope I did alright. I read many stories here and took inspiration from a few of my favorite authors to tell my story. I guess I could have written this in my own words but I knew I would not be able to express it and deliver the impact I had felt and experienced.
I hope you like this story and look forward to any comments.
I almost couldn’t believe this was happening, even though I egged it on and definately wanted it to happen. Having already emotionally cheated on my husband I had set things up to physically do it as well. I knew he wasn’t or hadn’t been faithful to me but that has nothing to do with my decision nor does it make it right. This has nothing to do with right or wrong, it has to do with need, desire and lust.
This was my chance to discover a part of myself and perform an act I have only heard, seen or read about. I was enamored with a man, a man who is married to one of my friends.
I straddled him while holding his thick and wide dick in my hand to guide it to my dripping pussy. I eased my body down onto him. I was filled with nervous lust at this moment because this was wrong and also the size of him. He was incredibly thick and his mass kind of scared me, which only enhanced the entire situation.
Once the tip of his cock touched my extremely sensitive cunt lips I rotated my hips while also moving his cock back and forth along my slit. I was dripping wet anyway but I needed to tease him and myself just a little. A part of me wanted to be in the kneeling position letting him just take me from behind and shove his massive cock into me.
With his cock in position and his head firmly seated between my cunt lips I felt we could stop at this point and still claim neither of us commited adultry. He wasn’t “inside” of me yet but with any resolve long gone I lowered my body down some more and began to impale myself.
With his head plowing it’s way through the tip of his cock peirced my hole and this was the point of no return, he was inside of me. His head found it’s way in my hole but as the top of his shaft began to push through I tightened up and stopped my descent.
I felt the palms of his hands on my ass cheeks and he suddenly raised his hips as his fingers dug into my flesh of my ass. With him gaining a little more ground than I was truly prepared for I heard him let out a blissful breath but the intrusion made me grunt in discomfort.
I felt I was being split apart but the pain I was experiencing coupled with the fear and lust had me reeling, and this was only the beginning !.
I began to raise up a little then he put his hands on my hips to stop me and tightened his grip. He held me into position and raised his hips again pushing more of his fat cock into me. I took in a huge breath which caught in my throat as my hole was suddenly stretched then I insticntively tightened my vaginal ring muscles.
As he held me in position and stayed firmly inside of me he groaned out in immense pleasure as I tightened up. I struggled for breath and when I was able to take in another breath I grunted loudly and painfully but it was an excrutiatingly delicious pain. This position wasn’t going to work out like I hoped it would, I was now being timid and wanted to relinguish control and let him take me. I had no idea it was going to be this tough even when I first saw his cock, I still figured I could handle it.
His need was taking over now and when I felt his hands tighten on my hips I knew he was ready to attempt another assault. I braced myself and with my legs and hands I pushed myself up to keep him out but this only added fuel to his fire. I knew this wasn’t going to work for me being in this position then he eased his grip and he pushed me off of him while easing his hips down.
Once his cock was out of my pussy he pulled himself out from under me and got on his knee’s behind me. I felt his hands on my shoulders pulling me to lay down on my back. He immediately positioned himself between my legs and leaned his body over mine. He reached down and grabbed his cock and starting at the bottom of my slit pulled his head up to get himself between my cunt lips. Once he was positioned at my entrance he instantly penetrated me and started the fucking motion,
I tried not to grunt loudly because I didn’t want him to think I couldn’t handle it but it felt like he was shoving a telephone pole up into me.
The mix of pleasure and pain was something I haven’t felt since my very first time, which was like 30 years ago. He wasn’t playing around at this point as his attempts to get fully inside of me were becoming savage. I couldn’t relax and loosen my cunt muscles for anything in the world even though I desperately wanted him deep inside of me.
At first I was trying to help him by having my hands on his waist but as he became more aggressive I was relegated to being taken. This was the way I wanted it and the mixture of fear, pain and pleasure was consuming me more and more now.
As he drove his massive cock deeper into me I stretched my arms out above my head to brace my hands against the headboard and to display complete submissiveness. He was fucking me harder and harder now that he was fully inserted in me and I was loving it, almost beyond what my words can describe
As he kept banging me it was getting easier and now that my cunt was stretched and more easily taking his cock in and out. I was gaining more perception now from the initial “assualt” and other feelings were evident as his cock was hitting something deep inside of me that I never felt before.
I was in a different world being filled like I never have been and I knew going forward that things would never ever be the same for me as far as the sex I had been getting from my husband.
What he was putting into this act was far beyond anything I have known for many years and on each descent it seemed his cock was punching the bottom of my stomach.
I was feeling a tingling burning feeling in my cunt as I was already building to a climax. As he continued to ravage my body I felt my jizz work it’s way down. With my stomach tightened and my hands pushing against the headboard I held off until I had to let it go. I pulled in a last breath and held it then as my stomach cramped and as I ran out of breath I finally let go.
It was like a river of jizz flushed through my pussy and the wet slapping sounds became louder as he continued to drill me. Totally relieved and in complete heaven my body was now at ease while he pounded me harder and faster. I knew he was building to a climax and his eruption was imminent. I was not on birth control and he wasn’t wearing a condom however, I wasn’t going to say anthing if he didn’t, I had no intention of stopping him from cumming inside of me.
Even though this thing was building between us for quite some time the situation we found ourselves in developed quickly so we did’t talk about it due to the heat of the moment.
I looked up and saw the strain on his face and his back becoming more rigid but his hips were rocking like they were well oiled. The way he as silently panting I knew he was trying to hold off as long as he could just like I had done. As his thrusts increased he was gently shaking his head “no”, like he was denying what was inevitable.
I wasn’t sure what he would do and I even thought he may pull out at the last second. If he pulled out I would be fine but at this point I was just as fine if he shot off inside of me and actually I truly wanted his cum in me more than anything.
Before I knew what I was doing I raised my hands up and placed them around his back and was pulling as he thrust into me.
I was now intent of having his cum in me and I was trying to make that happen with my actions. As I pulled him into me I raised my legs higher and wider as I looked up at his face.
The contorted pain on his face was evidence of his attempt to hold off and I wanted him to cum now just as bad as he needed to. I slipped my hands down to his ass and pulled while picking up my hips to meet him.
I felt his cock expand then he opened his mouth leaned his head back and I witnessed his neck muscles strain. I suddenly felt his cock pulsate as he began to fill me with his seed. He began to moan outloud as I felt the cum course through his dick and into my drenched pussy.
I felt his cock expand and contract with each stream of cum he shot into me. His grunts were were a mix of pain and relief as he pumped semen deep into my pussy.
I felt the warmth of his cum pooling inside of me and the pressure building from the amount he sprayed. He grunted one last time and started breathing heavily while he remained in me. When he finally did start to pull out I squeezed his cock then clamped down to milk and clean him off, plus I wanted to keep his cum inside of me while my stomach spasmed.
I felt so alive at this moment that I surprised myself but I figured I may feel bad about it later yet I somehow knew then that I wouldn’t. He looked down at me and smiled and when I smiled he leaned down and kissed me.
I felt my hearts strings getting pulled and now I was suddenly scared because I knew I was hooked. Not just the way he fucked me but his kiss had somehow set the hook in me.
I knew these feelings would be the beginning of the end and only make a wrong situation even worse. I had finally crossed the line, there was no taking it back now. How things would preceed depends on what stems from the aftermath of what we have done.
He lowered himself down and laid on his back breathing heavily and I finally had to release my muscle tension and let his cum flow out of me. This made me take deep breaths in and out as I relaxed my body. I was astonished at the amount he had ejaculated which made me wonder how rich it was. Seeing it had a double effect, it made me hot again knowing I could get pregnant. I found myself formulating a plan/excuse in case I turned up pregnant and my other plan was to get with him again and get his cock in my mouth.
With our time running out we got up, got dressed and he left. I cleaned up and changed the sheets on my bed (something I never ever had to do before after having sex) and all I could think about was the next opportunity.
We did have another opportunity about 10 days later. We met up to “talk” but we knew what the real motive was. He gave me something I never had and I wanted to express appreciation for his long thick cock.
In typical cock sucking fashion I went to my knee’s in front of him and undid his pants. I was loving the act of being this nasty little whore on my knee’s willing to service him. He wasn’t treating me like the “good wife” but like a dirty little whore, which is what I wanted. There were times I wanted my husband to just let me be nasty and provocative and even just plain FUCK me but what I was doing now had always been denied.
I had his pants pulled down and was at eye level with his tented underwear which I also pulled down. I was now face to face with that delicious monster dick, I licked my lips with the increased saliva that coated my mouth.
I looked up at him and just like I was praying he would do he looked down at me with a very serious look and placed his hand around the back of my head and pulled me to him.
I leaned forward while he pulled and with all the determination in the world I grabbed the base of his cock with my fingers and plunged down on him. I went right to work stretching my mouth open as much as I could. Pulling him deep into my mouh with suction I peered up at him, he was looking right down at me then I felt him make a fist as he grabbed a lump of my hair.
He was rocking his hips and he steadily pulled and pushed my head while I worked on him. I was lucky to get in my mouth what I could but his actions were telling me it wasn’t enough.
As what must be his typical aggresive style he began to fuck my mouth and was forcing his cock deeper than I thought I could take. He was giving me exactly what I wanted and was now forcing me to suck him off despite my very real struggle.
I really had no choice now and was loving just that fact alone while I increased the depth as best I could and sucked harder on his rock hard tool.
I concentrated as best I could only peering up at him every now and then and the last time I did look up I knew I was doing the job. He was’t looking down at me anymore rather his head was level, his eyes were closed and his mouth was slightly agape.
I reached up with my other hand and tickled his sack while I continued to try and suck the cum out of him.
As his breathing became more rapid I mentally prepared for the inevitable. I couldn’t wait for him to cum in my mouth then without any other perceivable indication I was caught of guard by a stream of cum hitting the back of my throat.
I chocked a little then recovered as I began to swallow while trying to pull my head back but he held me as he loudly groaned as he while flooded my eager mouth.
With my tongue on the underside of his meat I felt the pulsating ripple of cum coursing through his cock. He held my hair tight and grunted as the last few spurts of his warm thick seed flowed into my eager mouth. When he eased his grip on my hair I pulled back and keeping his head firmly inside of my mouth I sucked his now very sensetive head. His body shook while I sucked and licked his helmet. When I was sure I had extracted every ounce of cum I pulled off and looked up to see the relief on his face, he pulled in a breath then swallowed before looking down at me.
He didn’t say a word or make any expression other than nodding his head as an indication of approval. He gave me two chances to be a wonton little whore but there was so much more I wished to do like this. I would love to be tied up and be thoroughly taken advantage of, have cum all over my face and my titties, to be fucked in the ass, etc, etc.
If I ever get the chance then I’m going to take it and be taken by him.
The End……..so far

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True Story

Amy, Part 1

After my continuing hiatus in Australia, I am returning to the true stories of my former students. Amy is a pretty long story, taking place over a year and a half in real time, so I am breaking it into two parts. It isn’t necessary, but it helps to read Part 1 first

True Story

Never in a Million Years Ch. 01

I had worked as a Paleontologist for most of my adult life. Nearing thirty, I had already seen and traveled to more exotic places than most would over their entire life-time.
I loved my work. But it had left me very little time to develop any serious or long term relationships. Not that I hadn’t had my fare-share of women here and there. I had. But there was really no time for any permanence in my life at the moment.
I’d been working on a new site in Guatemala when the telegram arrived. It was from mom, short…sweet and to the point as I’d come to expect from her. I had to take a moment to think back to the last time I’d even seen her, or come for a visit. Nearly five years now since I had done so…and only then because dad had passed away due to a long suffering illness. Don’t get me wrong, I loved my mother, but she and dad seemed to constantly be at odds around one another, which made whatever time I spent with either one of them, less than enjoyable. And once again, the news I’d just received wasn’t good either.
“John. Uncle Fred passed away suffering a heart attack. Susan’s coming here to stay with me for a while. Next time you’re in town again, come by. Would be nice to see you again. Love mom.”
Like I said, short and sweet…to the point. But it was what she hadn’t said that intrigued me. One of the reasons I hadn’t spent as much time with my folks as I might have, regardless of their constant bickering, was the fact there had been a bit of a family scandal years ago. If I hadn’t left when I did to begin my new adventure in life, my Uncle Fred would have no doubt killed me.
I had just turned nineteen at the time. I was still in the process of trying to decide which school to attend to begin my new career. But prior to doing that, I’d been invited to participate in a dig not too far from home, something I was looking forward to doing. Gain some much needed experience for one thing, but for another…to actually get away and out on my own. As such, mom and dad had more or less put together a going away party for me. A few friends, family…including my Aunt Susan and Uncle Fred. Needless to say, the alcohol flowed that evening, plenty of wine and beer…too much so for my Aunt Susan who had become pretty intoxicated during the course of the evening. Not that I wasn’t feeling it myself, but what happened after that I can only blame on the free-flowing booze…my Aunt’s very real attractiveness, and the fact that I was still a typically horny nineteen year old kid.
I had just entered the upstairs bathroom in order to take a leak. I had caught movement out of the corner of my eye just prior to doing that, glancing back and saw my Aunt slowly weaving her way towards me down the hall. Like I said, it was obvious she’d had a bit to drink herself, but I didn’t think much more about it. After all, I had gotten there first. Standing over the toilet, I whipped out my cock in preparation of taking a pee when she knocked on the door.
“Hurry up in there!” She called out. “I need to pee too!” She added.
I don’t know why it is…maybe it’s just me, though I’ve since discovered that several men can become “pee-shy” for whatever reason. But the thought of my Aunt standing there listening to me urinate suddenly made it even more difficult as I stood there struggling…trying to make it go. Which of course is when she simply barged in rather than waiting outside any longer. Unfortunately, the lock on the door had broken years ago, and dad had never gotten around to having it fixed. Saw no real point in it anyway as there was another bathroom downstairs, and a half bath in their bedroom…also down stairs. And though this really wasn’t my own personal bathroom, it was the one I always tended to use as my bedroom was just down at the end of the hallway.
I was still standing there, holding my dick in hand when Susan suddenly barged into the room. I had simultaneously just managed to start peeing when this happened, so it wasn’t like I could just shove it back inside my pants without pissing all over myself. I tried turning, just a bit off to one side, calling out to her as she came stumbling in, just managing to reach the sink clinging to it without falling over as she boldly looked down at me, dick in hand.
“Aunt Sue!” I just managed, red in the face for one thing, though all she did was laugh.
“Ain’t like I aint seen a man’s prick before,” she slurred slightly. “Though admittedly, not sure I’ve seen one that big before,” she giggled more to herself suddenly reaching out towards me of all things. Though thankfully, I had managed to stop peeing, even though I was far from being finished as I stepped back suddenly, out of reflex and self protection more than anything in an attempt to actually keep her hand from finding me. When I did that however, I stumbled, stepping back into the shower stall nearby. The small ledge causing me to fall back, where I luckily just managed to catch myself before falling flat on my ass inside the shower itself. All this did was cause my Aunt to laugh however, as she suddenly pulled down the slacks, along with the panties she was wearing, and lay claim to the toilet I’d been trying to use.
The problem with that was…she’d forgotten to lower the seat. Suddenly she’s half disappearing down inside the bowl, totally taken by surprise and now as shocked as I was at the somewhat comical events taking place here. Me standing there with my dick sticking out, my Aunt, bare-assed now half wedged into the toilet bowl.
“Well don’t just stand there gawking at me John!” She cried out. “Help get me up out of here!” She demanded.
She was waving her arms wildly, motioning for me to come over to her, not to mention half yelling as she did. At least there was enough noise downstairs to cover her sudden cry of alarm, or so I thought anyway, as I hurriedly moved towards her. More as a measure of shutting her up as opposed to actually helping her I suppose. The last thing I wanted was for someone to come rushing in, and find the two of us like this. Hard enough trying to explain that let alone anything else. Which is basically what actually happened. Grabbing her hands, I had expected to pull her up and out of the toilet. Slightly off balance myself however, she pulled instead, bringing me crashing into her. The next thing I hear is her saying, “Ah ha! Gotcha!”
Before I even realized what was happening, my Aunt’s suddenly got my dick inside her mouth, sucking it. Her hands now dropping mine, and clenching onto my ass, pulling me even more fully into her. I had hardly any time to react to what was happening. My thoughts suddenly going in a million directions at once.
For one…believe it or not, this was my first EVER blowjob! Though at the time, I’m not sure it really qualified as one. But the fact my dick was actually inside a woman’s mouth, even if she was my aunt was enough to cause me to stand there stupidly for a moment, just taking this all in. Secondly…and not that anything had ever happened between us prior to this, growing up…I had always had a bit of a minor crush on my aunt. Not something I had ever actually acted upon, but she hadn’t exactly helped in that department either. About the time I had hit some level of maturity…my Aunt Susan had taken a bit of a sadistic kick out of teasing me, even flirting with me a little. There’d been brief, subtle glimpses down her blouse…things like that when I knew damn good and well she hadn’t been wearing a bra. And I swore she knew it too, allowing me these quick peeks, a knowing look and a smile right behind that. The occasional brushes up against me, kisses on the cheek or forehead as she allowed a lingering caress of breast against my arm. My sexy looking aunt had become a major portion of my masturbatory fantasies back then. She really was sexy looking, though hating to admit it, so was mom. Though she had put on a few extra pounds over the course of the years, mom too was still an attractive looking woman. Both sisters with dishwater blonde hair, curvy figures, more than ample bust lines…which again, my Aunt Susan seemed to enjoy flaunting in my face whenever she had the chance.
But up until this moment…it had never gone beyond any of that. Certainly not with me standing there, my cock in her mouth as she sat there, still half-wedged inside the toilet bowl, with her slacks and panties down around her ankles as she sat there sucking on it.
Which is when the fucking bathroom door opened once again.
Apparently…even with the noise going on down below us, my mother had just managed to hear my Aunt’s cry for help. Ascending the stairs, she had taken a moment more to inform my Uncle that she’d just heard her sister’s cry for help. So he too then had followed her up the stairs in search of my Aunt. It had taken a moment for them to figure out where she was…even laughing about it as they opened the bathroom door. No doubt already well aware of her somewhat inebriated state and expecting something…just not what they found as they suddenly stepped into the room. Me…head slightly tossed back now, hands on my Aunt’s head, fucking her face as she in turn sat gobbling my cock.
Needless to say, sounds of their laughter suddenly fell silent as the sound of my mother’s voice suddenly crying out, as she said “Oh my God! John!” And then my Uncles, right behind that…”I’m going to kill you…you…you, mother fucker!”
Needless to say, the party ended at that point, and it’s safe to say, I barely escaped from the house with my life, thankful for mom who had somehow managed to throw herself between the two of us before he could grab me. I jumped into my car and headed off to a friend’s house where I spent the next two days more or less hiding out. Eventually I came home again after my Uncle had calmed down enough and quit looking for me. There was of course a bit of a row between my mom and her sister as well, not to mention my father, who was almost as upset with me as Uncle Fred was. I think everyone was more or less really relieved when I finally left on my new life’s adventure the following week.
In time…all was more or less forgotten, and never really discussed again until several years later, and then only really in passing the last time I had come home for a brief visit after dad had died. I had of course run into my Aunt Susan again back at the house during my father’s wake. Luckily for me…Uncle Fred was away on business and hadn’t been able to return for the funeral in time. It was at first awkward, seeing her again, even after all this time. The only reference being made, with a small knowing smile once again, was when I had headed off upstairs to use the bathroom again. And then hearing my Aunt say, I need to go too…only this time, I think I’ll use the one downstairs.”
Nothing more was ever said about it. And now, here it was…several years later after that as I stood there with the telegram in hand, telling me my Uncle had died.
It was time to go home for a visit again.
**
As it was, it still took me three days to make arrangements to leave the country. I didn’t bother replying to the telegram. Mom would know that I’d eventually make it home when arrangements could be made so I didn’t bother telling them when I might be there, or how…or when I’d arrive. A few days later I was standing in front of the home I had grown up in, paying the cabby and watching the taillights in the still dark morning as he pulled away. Not too surprisingly, there weren’t any lights on in the house, but it was early yet. I figured that mom, and my Aunt, if she was indeed staying there, were still fast asleep. And though I no longer had keys to the house on me, I knew where mom kept a spare one in case she lost hers, or locked herself out. I headed towards the back of the house where I knew the planter would be that hid the spare key. Rounding the corner, I was surprised to find that there was a light on, coming from the kitchen area. So…someone WAS up after all. I started to head towards the back door, when I caught movement just then, mom coming into the kitchen from the other room. I stopped dead in my tracks when she did that. She was obviously talking to someone, though what she was saying I couldn’t hear. Her movements animated, even laughing as she came into the room, turning leaning against the kitchen counter. I was taken in at the changes I saw. She actually looked younger than the last time I had seen her. Nearing sixty, she looked far younger than her years, certainly less aged than the last time I had actually seen her. She had obviously colored her hair again, more her normal color, or the way I once remembered it, perhaps adding to that. But it was the even more obvious change that suddenly filled my eyes that had me standing there, gaping at her with my mouth open. Though wearing a bathrobe, it suddenly seemed to open as she leaned against the counter. She was naked beneath it, her full breasts suddenly fully and completely exposed. I’d maybe seen them once or twice growing up as a kid. But I’d never seen them looking like this, or like she did now. Mom had definitely lost some weight. No…she wasn’t svelte or anything like that. But she wasn’t frumpy looking any more either. She’d actually toned up some. She still had a bit of a mature belly pooch, but it was nothing like it once was. And though her breasts certainly weren’t sitting high up on her rib-cage any more like they once might have, they were wonderfully full and round in appearance. Each capped by fairly large, dark brown areola’s that drew my eyes to them like a beacon. I shook my head as though trying to clear my mind. Looking at my own mother like this, feeling a certain stirring below was not only inappropriate, but totally sick for me to be standing there gawking at her the way that I was.
I paused…taking another step in preparation of heading towards the door…knocking. But that’s when my Aunt entered into the picture, suddenly coming into view from wherever it was that she’d been sitting. No doubt at the kitchen table, which was currently out of my sight. When she did that, I nearly tripped over my own two feet.
Aunt Susan was completely naked.
Once again I found myself feet frozen to the spot, unable to move, not daring to lest outside movement might be seen by either one of them. As dark as it still was, I knew I was covered in the darkness outside, the light inside masking my even being there, for the moment anyway. Mom again laughing as my Aunt approached her, once again animated, though so was my Aunt as she closed the distance between them. And then suddenly, she was standing there right in front of mom, both hands coming out to capture, and then cup my mother’s heavy pendulous breasts in her hands, hefting them…as though weighing them. Gently shaking them up and down just before her thumbs seemed to find both of mom’s thick extended nipples at once, thumbing them, rolling them, and finally pulling on them as she stood there playing with my other’s tits, teasing her nipples.
I finally took a breath, realizing only then I’d been holding it as though afraid that had I actually taken a breath, they’d have heard it. But by the way they stood there facing one another, mom’s hands finally coming up, and now beginning to do the same thing to my Aunt’s breasts that she was doing to hers…neither one of them would have been aware or even remotely concerned or worried about any other presence standing there outside the window area.
“Fuck!” I actually said out loud, though knowing as I did, neither one of them could have possibly heard me. “What the fuck?” I then asked again, though this time silently to myself as I stood there watching the two of them, no longer sure about walking a few feet further towards the door, or letting them know I was actually there. “Would they then realize that it was very likely I had actually seen them? Seen this? Seen them doing what I now stood there watching them do?”
I was confused beyond words. Shocked…appalled even. And eerily aroused.
As I stood there watching the two of them fondling one another, I noticed that my Aunt had changed as well. Where mom had definitely lost weight, my normally almost too skinny Aunt had gained it. The thing was, she looked as good as mom now did, having done that. The two of them almost identical in shape and size now, though Aunt Susan was still an inch or two shorter, just barely over five feet. She always had, had slightly larger breasts however, and by the looks of it…still did. Which is what I was now gawking at as the two of them embraced, their breasts heavy, pressing against one another as I now watched them actually kiss.
“Holy fucking shit!” I exclaimed, this time loud enough that I was afraid I actually might have been heard, quickly ducking down well below the window before daring to stand up again in the event I might have. The fact that my mother…my aunt…were being obviously intimate with one another was something I was having a very difficult time wrapping my head around. “How long has this been going on anyway?” I now silently asked myself. I thought back as far as I could, but there was nothing I could even remotely put my finger on that pointed towards anything ever going on. Aside from my Aunt’s occasional flirtatious teasing towards me, I’d never once caught any sign or indication of anything else. And especially towards mom. And…knowing mom, not that she was prudish or anything like that, but sexual topics and discussions were never the norm around home or when I was growing up anyway. And now…seeing her like this, basically naked even if she was wearing a bathrobe, standing there in the kitchen with my Aunt as the two of them openly fondled one another was the furthest thing I’d ever expected to see.
And I knew then, there was no way in hell I was going inside, not now anyway. Not until I’d had a chance to sit down, collect myself…and think about what I’d just walked in on. I stood up, but the two of them had already moved off…god knows where to do god knows what. The thought of which STILL bothered me, both good and bad. I was oddly aroused, still confused, and quite unsure of how I was going to approach this, if I even approached it at all.
I found myself back out on the sidewalk shortly after that, and then down to the corner store where I called another cab, and then took it to a nearby hotel room. I figured I’d make my grand entry of having come home. AFTER I had called first, and told them I was on my way. It took me a long time to finally get to sleep. And then only after I had jerked off, thinking about the two of them standing there in mom’s kitchen, fondling and playing with one another. I was still aroused, and yet feeling guilty about it for some reason as I finally drifted off to sleep.
**
It was late that same afternoon when I actually showed up at the door. This time, they were expecting me as I’d called ahead, letting them know I’d arrived. There were hugs and kisses all around, my normally stoic mother in a surprisingly good mood…though I certainly had to wonder at that. Aunt Sue was her usual, normal self…perhaps too normal, as once again I swore she allowed the press of her full breasts to linger a bit longer than usual against me in greeting. But then again, it may also have been my own over-active imagination having its way with me. We spent the next hour or so catching up, and I had just begun to really relax, finally chasing away certain thoughts I was still entertaining as the evening wore on. Especially when we sat down to eat. Things seemed perfectly natural…normal again, with no hint of anything going on between them. I had even looked for it, checked for signs. Nothing. I had even almost convinced myself that what I’d seen earlier on that morning was just some sort of silly horseplay between them that had possibly gotten out of hand, and that I’d then read far more into it than what was actually going on. By the time I headed upstairs to bed, I had basically convinced myself that what I’d seen…was far less than what I’d thought it was, and soon put it out of my mind.
I woke up a couple of hours later, needing to pee. And once again, was given reason enough to think otherwise.
Though it was late, it wasn’t quite midnight yet. As I headed down the hall back to my bedroom, I could hear voices coming from downstairs. From the bits I gathered, my mother and Aunt where just then preparing to head off to bed themselves. I could hear them moving about, turning off the lights, and then giggling. I quite naturally perked up, trying to hear what was being said, but they were still too far away, and speaking quietly so as not to be heard, though their suspicious sounding giggles now seemed far more than innocent. I crept towards the stairway peering down, seeing the last of the living room lights being shut off. I could hear them as they made their way down the second set of stairs leading to the downstairs bedrooms. I hadn’t even considered the fact…up until now anyway, that they might actually be sleeping together. As soon as I was sure they couldn’t hear me, I made my way down the rest of the stairs, soon inching my way down to the lower floor where once more I heard voices. This time a bit more clearly as they no longer whispered the way they had been doing. And though they had indeed closed the bedroom door, there was a good two inch gap beneath it, the light showing through indicating that they at least had the small bed stand light on.
I felt like a pervert. At the very least an about to be “Peeping Tom,” as I slowly crept towards the door, trying to control my breathing along with everything else. I knelt down next to the door, not quite looking beneath the two inch gap as yet, not willing to risk it yet. But I could hear everything being said very well.
“Are you as horny as I am?” I heard my Aunt asking. Mom giggled. That had been her I’d heard earlier. I swear in all the years, I’d never heard her giggle like that before, or as often.
“Probably more so. But I also know why you’re so horny this evening, and it’s not because of me either!” Mom responded. My Aunt must have made some sort of face, though I couldn’t see it of course. “Don’t give me that look,” mom chuckled once more. “You’re not fooling anyone Susan. I saw what you were looking at earlier. John’s John!” Mom openly laughed once again.
“Oh, and you weren’t?” Susan retorted.
“Didn’t say I wasn’t. I just wasn’t as obvious about it as you were.”
“Oh, but seeing it…thinking about it, didn’t add to your horniness either. Is that what you’re telling me?”
I wish I could have seen mom’s face just then.
“Ah huh…just what I thought,” Aunt Susan stated then. “You just don’t want to admit it.”
“I’ll admit to looking yes. I mean Jesus Susan, John had a fairly noticeable lump there, hard not to wonder what it looks like. I mean after all, it’s been what…six? Seven years now for me? I might be enjoying what we’ve been doing, but it doesn’t mean I don’t fantasize having a real cock inside me you know.”
“You mean fantasizing about having your son’s cock inside you, you’re not fooling me Maxine, I am after all…your sister.”
I almost fell over having heard that. “Mom and my Aunt were checking out my package earlier? And now…actually talking about…about what it might be like to actually fuck me?” I asked myself. And as I did, I felt my cock lurch with arousal as I finally leaned forward placing my cheek at the bottom of the door. But all I could see of course was the bottom of the bed, and their feet on the other side as they finished undressing. Looking around hoping for something…anything, I finally saw something. Mom’s full length dressing mirror. Unfortunately, my Aunt Susan was currently standing in front of it, and so I couldn’t yet see anything more than their legs and feet, though suddenly Aunt Susan stepped out of her shorts and panties that she’d been wearing. And then as she did, slipping up and onto the bed, I finally had a fairly good look at mom as she finished undressing herself. Reaching back, unclasping her bra and letting it fall down the length of her arms. I lay there on the floor watching her in the mirror as she caressed her own breasts, massaging them, even going so far as to tug on her own extended stiff nipples before climbing into bed.
Once more however, I couldn’t see anything, not even with the help of the mirror.
I then heard more giggling, and the sound of a soft buzzing sound seconds after that. “Think he’s this big?” Susan asked.
“I don’t know…maybe,” mom purred as my Aunt no doubt lay there teasing her to some extent with the vibrating toy.
“I bet you’d love to find out wouldn’t you?” Susan pressed. “I bet you’re wishing the tip of his cock was rubbing this hard little clit of yours the way that I am…don’t you?” She asked once more, though mom’s only response was to moan pleasurably.
“I bet your wishing that John’s hard, stiff…swollen cock was sliding into your hot sticky pussy, just like this is…don’t you sweetie?” She pressed again. “Go on, admit it…tell me you want it, tell me you’d love feeling your son’s hard stiff fucking cock sliding inside you right about now.”
“Oh God yes! Yes!” Mom suddenly blurted. “No more than you do!” She then added to that as though that was some sort of a defense. Now Susan laughed.
“Never said I didn’t sweetie. Now then…just lay back and pretend this really is John’s cock fucking you while I make you cum. And then after that…you can fuck me with it while I pretend he’s doing it to me, how’s that sound?”
“Shut up and fuck me!” Mom shot back. “You’ve got me so horny now…I’m ready to climb the walls!”
They weren’t the only one’s who was horny now. I was so damn hard myself at the moment that I was half tempted to open the door and walk in on them as they lay there and damned everything else. Instead, I rolled over onto my back, listening to the sounds of my mother’s orgasm minutes later, joining her there outside the door as I showered myself almost entirely with a nice thick heavy spray of cum cream.
**
Once again everything seemed totally normal in the morning as we gathered around the kitchen table for a light breakfast together. Though I continued to look for any tell-tale signs, there weren’t any. No looks, no secret lingering smiles, touches…nothing. They continued to pretend their relationship was nothing more than it had been during all the years I had grown up with them. I pondered once more what if anything I was eventually going to do or say to either one of them. I knew that I couldn’t continue to pretend I didn’t know myself…and that eventually the truth would come out, and that I’d end up confronting them about it. But how…and when. I simply didn’t know. What I did know, and had come to accept, was the idea or thought of the two of them being together was arousing, like it or not. And on top of that, the fact I now found myself entertaining thoughts regarding the two of them, even though I continued to push those thoughts away every time I found myself thinking about them, was becoming harder and harder for me to do.
It was when mom announced that she had an appointment to get her hair done that an idea came to me. It meant that for a time at least, Aunt Susan and I would be alone in the house together. I wondered then when that happened, IF she might in fact continue her past flirtatious teasing with me with the two of us alone. I decided to give her a little additional incentive, and see if she’d act on it.
I waited until mom had left to get her hair done before announcing the fact that I was heading upstairs to take a shower. They had also mentioned that they wanted to head into town later to do some shopping, which I too needed to do as the few clothes I had brought home with me were hardly appropriate, or in good enough shape to be going out to dinner in. Which is something else they were planning on doing that evening.
“Ok, well…I think I’ll head upstairs and take a shower,” I announced, catching a bit of a sparkle in my aunts eye as I said that. She merely smiled however, nodding her head as I pushed my chair back under the kitchen table and headed upstairs to the bathroom. “Maybe that was a bit too subtle,” I wondered as I quickly discarded my dirty clothes, tossing them in the nearby hamper. I had purposely done so, figuring I’d eventually exit the bathroom wearing nothing more than a towel around my waist. I even had a plan for that, figuring that if my Aunt happened to be anywhere’s near around me when I did that, that I’d find a way to “accidentally” let it fall.
I needn’t have worried. I had no sooner stepped into the shower, getting it nice and hot when I heard a quick knock on the bathroom door. Even before I could answer it, I heard the bathroom door opening. I smiled inwardly. Ironically perhaps, the door still didn’t have a working lock on it.
“Thought I’d best bring you in some clean towels,” my Aunt announced.
Once again I found myself smiling as she said that. I knew that the shower glass enclosure was opaque just enough that it fairly well hid everything. Only the hint of my nudity in the shower itself, likewise obscured with the steam would be revealed to her. And with that in mind, I decided to act as nonchalant as possible with her presence there.
“Thank you,” I called out to her, chuckling to myself however, as mom had already placed new clean towels in the room only yesterday.
I felt my cock already starting to grow, though thankful that it wasn’t standing at full mast, turning slightly off to one side, wondering if she could even make out the dangling appendage within the somewhat distorted pattern of the glass within the enclosure. I noticed as I did that, the same vague outline of her as she sat down on the toilet seat.
“Sort of ironic isn’t it?” She suddenly said as she sat there, no doubt looking at me, though again I had to wonder just how much she could make out. Not much since I couldn’t make out any more of her either, though I did step over towards the door just a bit, which I knew would give her somewhat of a more definitive look at me anyway.
“How’s that?” I called back to her.
“Oh you know…the last time we were both in here…I was sitting IN the toilet, rather than on it,” she half-laughed. “Which is one of the reasons I wanted to talk to you…to apologize.”
“No apologies needed,” I answered back. “That was a life-time ago now anyway, and no reason to apologize for it. I was as much at fault as you were.”
“That’s not what I wanted to apologize for,” she then said, surprising and confusing me to some extent.
“For what then?” I now asked.
“I’ll tell you when you come out of the shower. I don’t want to apologize to you through a door…but face to face.”
I wondered then if she would leave and wait for me downstairs to come out. But she didn’t, continuing to sit there on the toilet seat, which told me that she had every intention of actually waiting for me there. Once more I smiled, turning off the shower, I figured if she was bound and determined to see me, I would grant her, her wish. I slid back the door stepping out, her eyes immediately drawn to what I damn well knew she wanted to see as I reached for one of the new clean towels she had waiting for me. I pretended not to notice however, once more trying to act nonchalant about her sitting there as I grabbed the towel, even being bold enough to first towel dry my hair. I knew doing that, it would give her a moment more of an unobstructed view as I did that before facing away seconds later to begin toweling off the rest of my body.
“So…what is it you feel like you need to apologize to me for?” I finally asked facing her though I had now wrapped the large fluffy towel around my waist.
“Like I said…face to face. Come here,” she told me. I turned walking over towards her, now standing in front of her only a foot or so away.
De’ja’vu
“I wanted to apologize for not finishing what I started out doing the last time we were sitting here like this,” she told me. This time I didn’t respond to that, nor did I shy away as she suddenly reached up taking the towel away in one fell swoop. My semi-rigid cock now dangling only inches away in front of her face as she briefly looked up at me, before wrapping her hand around it, drawing me to her. Once more I was forced to take a step in her direction, but this time happily doing so as I felt the warmth of her mouth suddenly surrounding me. She began to suck softly, lightly, enjoying the sensation of my prick rapidly hardening inside her mouth perhaps as she did that.
By now of course, I had certainly experienced several rather exquisite blowjobs by other women, but I had to acknowledge the fact, that once more being given one by my own Aunt, added an additional wicked thrill to the heavenly sensations she was suddenly bringing me. All I could do now was moan in response to her ministrations of my now rock-hard shaft.
My Aunt mewled contentedly as she licked and sucked me, paying particular attention to the very swollen bulbous head of my dick. “Hmm, have to admit John, I don’t remember it being quite this big and this hard the last time,” she giggled slightly before taking a goodly portion of its length deep into her mouth again.
“I don’t think it had time to get as hard the last time as it is now,” I groaned back, once again placing a hand on the top of her head just as I had done the last time. This time I kept my eyes open however, looking down, watching her, enjoying the sensation of seeing her sucking and milking my prick every bit as much as enjoying the sensation of her actually doing it. And as I did that, I was enjoying another view as well. The blouse she had on was low-cut, billowing out just a bit as she leaned forward lavishing my prick. She had either removed, or had purposely not worn a bra. I could clearly see her amazing tits, her hard pink extended nipples clearly revealed. I simply had to touch one. Reaching down, I knew she could feel my hand as it invaded the opening of her shirt, traveling down, and then moments later, encircling, capturing, and then gently kneading one of her soft pliant breasts. Aunt Susan moaned now, just as I was, though seconds later she released me, suddenly standing up.
“I always knew you were a breast man, the way you used to ogle my tits every chance you got.”
“Every chance you gave me,” I shot back, letting her know that I damn well knew she had done so purposely back all those years.
“I enjoyed doing that,” she freely admitted.
“And I enjoyed looking. Though I always wondered if the day would ever come when I’d actually get to touch them.”
“I think…that day has arrived,” she answered reaching down, and then pulling the blouse she had on up and over her head, now revealing those luscious looking tits of hers in all their glory. With her hand once more back on my cock, stroking and playing with it, I leaned forward, capturing one of those magnificent hard nipples of hers within my mouth, sucking it. My hand freely caressing and toying with her other nipple as she placed her hand on the back of my head, holding me against her. “Oh yes…yes, suck it John. Suck that little fucker, make it feel good…make my titties feel really, really good!”
“Oh fuck,” I moaned hearing her say that, not to mention finally and at last…actually getting to fondle and play with those tits of hers. “God, Aunt Sue,” I moaned pleasurably. “Never in a million years did I think I’d ever feel your mouth sucking my cock again, let alone…ever getting to play with these big fat titties of yours,” I said lewdly. She chuckled, rubbing the head of my prick against one of her hard extended nipples now.
“I like it when you talk dirty to me,” she stated. “Just something about doing that huh?” She asked squeezing the head of my dick, producing a nice fat droplet of pre-cum fuck cream which she now smeared against the hard nubbin which she now seemed to almost be trying to force into the slit of my dick head. “I like having two sides of me,” she then added to that. “The sweet, affectionate, prim and proper Aunt everyone else see’s and knows, and the dirty, horny, wanton one that I get to let out every once in a while, that very few know about…including your Uncle Fred, God rest his soul,” she said almost sarcastically. I looked at her curiously.
“I take it…you weren’t as vocal with him?”
“Not hardly John. Your Uncle and I didn’t really have much of an active sex-life. Though I wouldn’t even go so far as to call it that. Once a week, Saturday, just before bed, he’d shove it in a couple of times, cum…and that would be about the extent of it. Needless to say, I became more familiar with a few of my toys…and one or two excursions on the side, in an effort to maintain my sanity, and any assemblance of a happy secure marriage. Don’t get me wrong John, your Uncle was an otherwise good man, a good provider, and even a good friend. But sexually speaking…there wasn’t much pleasure and enjoyment there. You know…I never once gave him a blowjob?”
“You’re kidding me!” I responded back to that. “As good as you do it?” I chuckled out loud. “Shit Susan,” I said dropping the formality. “If I’d been married to you…I’d have been hoping for one of these blowjobs of yours every day of my life!”
She smiled at that. “Well then, we’ll just have to see about that, won’t we?” She grinned further. “Though I will ask you one thing.”
“Oh? And what’s that?”
“For the time being at least, let’s keep this just between the two of us. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not my intention to keep my feelings and desires for you a secret from your mother. But I do want to approach her with all this in my own time and way. Can you agree with that and let me deal with it in the meantime?”
“Sure, no problem,” I told her, though glad to hear that this wasn’t something she wanted to keep and maintain just between the two of us for hopefully too long. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to keep my own desires and affections for her under wraps without eventually giving something away. Though I was curious about her comment regarding this new level in our relationship. From the little I secretly knew…this topic had obviously been brought up before, though I had to wonder if mom knew that her sister would eventually act upon it, as she already had.
“And one more thing,” she began, now placing my prick between both of her well rounded tits, slowly working and moving them up and down my shaft as we stood there. “Your mothers had a much harder time of it too, ever since your dad died. Believe it or not John, she’s a very sexual individual too, with wants and needs the same as any other woman. There’s a lot you don’t know yet, things you need to know…but now is not the time. We’ll talk more on that later. But for now, let me work on the aspect of all that, and in eventually letting her know about all of this,” she told me, once more slithering her breasts up and down my shaft by way of punctuation to that.
“Ok,” I said simply, unable to say much more than that. The pleasurable sensations she was once more bringing to my cock, which was hovering on the edge of release at this point was robbing me of my ability to even speak.
“Now then…where were we?” She asked, and then answered herself. “Oh yes…now I remember. I was sucking your cock. So…how about you give me all that creamy cum of yours? I’ve been dying to taste it!”
I gladly succumbed to the sensations of her talented mouth as she went back to work on me, feeling the tightness in my balls as her other hand now fondled, caressed, and began to coax the boiling cauldron of semen that was contained in them.
“Oh fuck…Sue!” I cried out, feeling the intensity and early warning of my impending release as she drew the tip of my prick even more firmly into her mouth, sucking it almost desperately.
“That’s it baby, that’s it…give it to me…cum for me baby, let your dirty, naughty Aunt have your creamy, nasty fuck juice!”
Needless to say, I gave it to her.
I think it was one of the most intense, longest climaxes I had ever had. I lost count of the number of spurts that I felt skyrocket from the tip of my cock into her mouth as she swallowed it, even to the point where she could no longer keep up with it, allowing some of my juice to roll out of the corners of her mouth, dripping down and splashing against her bare breasts in an obscene display of further decadence. Even when the last throb, the last spurt had left my cock, she now held, rolling my dick back and forth against her hard nipples again, smearing the remnants of my spending around those, licking her lips, looking up and smiling at me.
I smiled back at her, and then said….”Oh by the way, apology accepted!”
All credit to Many Feathers-original writer.Prince Leon. Plz do read Part 2,3&4.

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Sis lets me II

Well needless to say I was very preoccupied the rest of the day and night. Just the thought of my sisters sweet little bottom already turned me on, but to have actually licked it was heaven. It was business as normal though for Sis and me for the next couple of days. Mom was getting home from work on time and dad soon followed. We were also in school so time alone was hard to find. Every night though I fantasized about my Sister and our little game usually ending in a quick jack off session that left me more frustrated than anything.
Thankfully an opportunity arose on Friday. During breakfast mom told us all that she was grocery shopping after work. When we got home I would have to watch my Sister and little brother until she or dad got home in the evening. I knew from experience that meant about 2 hours of fun time that afternoon. Sis’s eyes and mine met across the table at the news and she smiled a bit at me and I smiled back. My thoughts were racing now because she seemed to have the same thing in mind as me!
The whole day at school I was distracted, visions of last weeks adventure ran through my head and ideas for tonight were growing. Finally the last bell for the day rang and I walked rapidly through the halls to the bus, eager to get home. The ride seemed to take forever but finally I was let off on the corner and walked the remaining 3 blocks home.
Sis had arrived 30 minutes earlier, she being 4 grades lower than me she started earlier and ended school earlier. The afternoon rules for us were that if mom hadn’t made it home we were to stay in and do homework and chores followed by our afternoon TV programs. I was anticipating getting home so much! I wondered if I was going have to ask Sis if she wanted a massage today or even if she had changed her mind since this morning. Luckily I was surprised, when I came in the house she had already changed in to her little shorts I loved so much and was doing her homework at the kitchen table. Next to her was my younger brother Jake doing his homework as well. Jake was in on the game me and Sis played but didn’t know how far it had gone last time. He also had been part of some our more adventurous games in the past.
“Hi Sis!” I said, “Want a massage?”. Sis stopped what she was doing and looked over at me. “Yes please Danny, I would like that.” Excitement filled her voice. She rose from the table and laid on the floor. “I will go get the oil.” I said and went back to the hall closet and got the baby oil from the lower shelf. When I came back out the hallway Sis had quite a surprise for me. She had forgone the usual “coyness” of keeping her shirt down and legs together as she lay on the floor like usual. Instead she had already taken her shirt off exposing her little training bra. Her shorts were still on but she had spread her legs. Jake was still at the kitchen table but clearly he was watching what Sis was up too, I don’t think he even thought she would be so forward with both of us in the room.
“Do my legs first Danny” she said “Just like last time
” I caught the slight mewl in her last words it really turned me on. I positioned myself behind her on my knees and carefully poured a small amount of oil in to my left palm. Placing the oil bottle next to me I then rubbed my hands together a bit and began down by her ankles rubbing up toward her soft sweet crotch. As I peered up her legs to her bottom I was caught off guard by another surprise of hers. She had no panties on! The sight was tremendous and exciting! Her hairless slit was visible, and a hint of her sweet little asshole was showing. I took the hint and rubbed all the way up her leg and pushed my hands up under her little shorts. I brushed her slit with my hand and brought both hands down her legs again.
“Mmm, Like that” Sis said “just like that.” Honestly my cock was rock hard at this point straining hard against my blue jeans. I could not believe I was doing this. “Jake” she said, “come to my other leg for me please.” I was in heaven! Jake, Sis and I had messed around before like this. I would massage one leg and he the other then one of us would do her back while the other stayed with her legs. I guess she really liked it, she never complained but it was a rare occurrence. Jake joined us on the floor and I straddled her left leg while he straddled the right and after pouring a bit of oil on her we both were rubbing up and down her legs pushing all the way to her crotch and back. Sis relaxed a bit more giving no sign of stopping our explorations. Jake and I just looked at each other and grinned. That’s when I decided to move to her back and let Jake continue with the legs.
I got up and positioned myself on my knees just above her head. I poured a bit of oil on her lower back and I leaned over her pushing from just below her bra to her waist and back up again. Sis cooed “MMMM” but nothing more. So I began the “push” and on each downward stroke I pushed her shorts over her sweet bottom. Again there was no protest from Sis, so I continued with the slow undressing of her sweet white bottom. Jake was still rubbing up and down her legs doing one then the other. After about 10 downward runs of my hands her shorts were bunched just below her round bottom exposing the sweet separation of her buttocks. “Danny, do that thing like last time” she said.
Well needless to say I was beyond words at this point. I mumbled something like “ok Sis” (All I was seeing was a sweet ass at this point) and I moved back over to beside her and told Jake to take my spot doing her back. Jake was in the same state of shock I was, but was happy to comply and moved my old spot and I positioned myself between her spread legs. Jake began to rub and as he did Sis pushed her bare bottom up into the air. Head down and bottom in the air I feasted on the sweet sight of her bare pussy and sweet bottom. I reached up and pulled her shorts to her knees and poured a small amount of oil onto her bare buttocks. I then began to massage the oil into her bottom, first on the sides along her hips then moving to the globes of her little bottom. I began to play a bit then by spreading her ass a bit and moving my massage more toward her ass hole with each rotation of my hands. “No, with your mouth too!” Sis sort of cried. I leaned in with my face now and took my time. Starting at the ass edge of her pussy I ran my tongue up her sweet little rosebud then up the rest of her crack to her lower back. “Mmmmm” Sis moaned “Again!”
Jake had stopped massaging at this point. I think he was dumbfounded as I was. I went back down starting at the edge of her pussy and sliding my tongue upward, this time though I stopped and poked with my tongue into her little butt hole. I swear I was lost! The aroma, the taste, the very intensity of the situation had me charged all over. I moved my head again for another pass but this time I went lower and ever so gingerly started at about what I thought was the middle of her pussy and ran my tongue over it, just on the outside of the folds and then upward again stopping and probing her little butt hole a bit then upward between the globes of her ass. Sis just moaned! Jake at this point had just sat back on his haunches taking it all in. As I got the top of her buttocks I could see him just staring. I motioned him to come around and I moved over. He just nodded quietly, in shock I guess at being able to do this thing we had only read about in magazines. But he rose to the occasion and bent down licking Sis as I had. I was beside Sis at this point and my boner was killing me! As I watched Jake lick Sis I undid my pants and scooted out of them and sat on the floor in my underwear. I was on my bottom leaning back on my hands with my legs bent up and apart, my hard on pushing outward on my underwear. I had a wet spot were the head of my cock had been drooling with pre-cum from the excitement. Sis had opened her eyes when me and Jake switched positions but had not complained about the swap. She had watched me lose my pants and now with her left arm reached over and reaching between my legs patted the bulge in my underwear. “Wow” she said “What’s that?” and she smiled. She knew what it was! Little tease that she was she had played with us a quite a few times in the nude before.
I parted the slit in the underwear and let my hardon out. Sis grasped the shaft and stroked it with one hand as best she could considering her position. I leaned back on my hands and let her stroke it. It felt so good! I looked over at Jake, taking in the sight of Sis with her ass in the air, shorts around her knees and Jake poking his head between her sweet thighs. This just heightened my arousal especially with Sis roughly jerking me off. I didn’t last a second after seeing this and my cock pulsed and jerked! My first spurt of cum shot out and landed on Sis’s arm and bit on the carpet. The rest just pumped out over her hand covering it a bit in long gooey strands. I could tell by the look in her eyes that Sis hadn’t expected me to cum, we had only had that happen a few times in our games before. But she didn’t move or jump up all crazy like she sometimes did when she got nervous. I guess she was just as turned on as Jake and I were. She just stopped jerking and me and pulled her hand away. “I need a towel
” I did not let her finish her sentence and jumped up to get a towel from the kitchen I wasn’t going to let her get perturbed at me now!
Jake looked up from between her buttocks when I got up and looked at me and said “Can I too Sis?” Sis made a kind of funny face but I guess she figured that she had to at this point. So while I went to the kitchen Jake got up and zipped down his pants and pulled out his cock, stiff as a board for Sis’s ministrations. I returned with a kitchen towel and cleaned Sis’s arm and hands and tried to dab up what cum that had hit the carpet. Jake then positioned himself as I had done. Then Sis took his cock and began the same up and down motion as she had used on me. I just stood there, in wet cum stained underwear, watching as Sis stroked off my brother. I could feel my cock stirring again already! It was slowly hardening up. Sis was still in her modified doggy position and I could see her beautiful pussy and ass still slick from oil and our saliva. Oh what a sight, only in my dreams I had feared! Jake’s head flipped back and he pushed his hips into Sis’s hands as she jerked him. He was out of it! Soon he pushed one final time with his hips and cum leapt from his cock. This Sis took it in the face, a large globe landed on her cheek as the rest of Jakes cum pulsed out over her hand. “Ick!” She exclaimed. I was instantly leaning over with the towel to wipe it off. I did not want to spoil our newfound progress with Sis. She was finicky, and sometimes would just stop and walk away if she felt funny about it.
“Thanks, Danny” she smiled. Mentally I breathed a sigh of relief, it looked like Sis was having fun and we were doing it “right” with her. Jake pulled back now and I knelt down and cleaned Sis’s hand. “Oh that was fun!” Sis said as she relaxed her body and rolled over onto her back and pulled up her blue shorts. “What time is it?” She asked suddenly getting a worried tone in her voice. I freaked out! I had lost all track of time. Looking around to the kitchen clock we all kind of breathed a sigh of relief. It was 4:30, Mom would be home around 5. That was great! We could all get back to our chores and homework pretending nothing had been going on.

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