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Forbidden fruit tastes best!

Hi guys! My friend wrote this story and asked me to post it, and since I’m still on vacation I decided that it couldn’t hurt. Once again, this is NOT my work. Thanks and Enjoy!

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A Dare To Myself (Chapters 1 & 2)

Hi guys and girls. This is the first two chapters of of the first story I’ve ever written, so please consider that when reading. Having said that, I completely welcome any criticism or suggestions, whether good or bad. And please let me know if you would like more 🙂

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The Bradford Family Saga (end)

“Penny for your thoughts,” Marsha said quietly.
“Oh, Hi, honey. Did I wake you?”
Marsha shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. I’ve been watching your face for a
couple of minutes. I think I know what you were dreaming about.” There was a
wicked gleam in her eye. “You were reliving it, weren’t you?”
Carol just smiled.
“God, that was hot! Is it always that way?”
“No. Just at special times, like then. I’ve had three- ways before,” she said
nonchalantly, “but this time was something else.”
“Because it was family?”
Carol looked at her lovely daughter, an image of her younger self, smiled and
kissed her lightly. “Yes,” she said, “because it was family.”
*************************
Mr. and Mrs. Goodman sat on their veranda and listen to the tinkle of laughter
coming over the wall from the Bradford pool area.
“They certainly seem to be enjoying their reunion. That really was a nice party,
wasn’t it, Arnold? They’re such a lovely family.”
“Yes, it was, Mildred. You don’t see that kind of togetherness anymore, not
much, anyway. Makes me wish our kids were more like theirs.”
“You’re right, dear, they do seem to have something special.” Mrs. Goodman
paused, then turned to her husband.
“I wonder what their secret is?”
THE END
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I hope you have enjoyed The Bradford Family Saga. All feedback is appreciated.
I can be reached @ [email protected].
Look for more of my stories to be published here, including:
The Wilson Family Saga – A multi-family story of a young man’s sexual journey through his family and his friends. Incest and Interracial theme.
The Princess Steps Out – The kidnapping and sexual abuse (?) of the Princess of Wales
by African Freedom fighters. Note: This story was written many years ago before the
world assigned sainthood to the lady in question. So if your an anglophile please
refrain from negative comments; afterall, it’s just fiction. Celebrity and Interracial
themes.
The Group – The Institution for Alternate Living invites individauls who engage in
consentual incess to discuss the who and whys of their lives.
The Amourous Adventures of the Brady Bunch – The adult Bradys gather for a family
reunion … enough said.
Conversations with a Church Lady – Under hypnosis, the wife of a leading church figure
tells a very different story. Interracial theme.
BONUS EXCERPT: “Potion”
“It’s a real aphrodisiac! I’m telling you it’ll work!”
nerdy Walter Newman gushed.
Sneering, Luther Vaughn, a muscular young black man,
grabbed young Walter’s shirt and violently pushed him up
against a sink. They were in the locker room of the boy’s
gym at South Regional High School.
Walter’s thick glasses almost flew off his blotchy nose.
Walter had a bad case of teenage acne, which was one of the
many reasons he was preoccupied with sex. He didn’t have any
real hope of getting laid, not the way he looked.
“There ain’t no such fuckin’ thing, you fuckin’ dweeb!”
Luther screamed in his face, “And besides, you brainy mother-
fuckin’ jackass, I didn’t pay you to make no bullshit
aphrodisiac, I paid you to make knock-out drops; a good
Mickey Finn! You’re really pissin’ me off, Newman!” He
pushed the young man away in disgust.
“But Luther,” Walter whined, “I can always make knock-
out drops, but this is for real!” He held up a flask of
clear liquid and an audio cassette and rushed on.
“Look, this is a very strong muscle relaxant and
tranquilizer. Give a girl a couple of drops of this and she
becomes very suseptible to suggestion.” He held up the tape.
“Subliminal, hynotic suggestion hidden behind soothing
beach sounds! It’s foolproof! She’ll be begging to fuck her
and afterwards she won’t remember a thing!
“Com’on, Luther, let’s try it!”
Walter jumped when Luther grabbed the vial and tape and
threw them in a refuse can. Surprisingly, the vial didn’t
break.
“Fuck your mumbo-jumbo, asshole!” the black teenager
sneered. “I don’t have problem one gettin’ pussy; black,
brown or white! And for a smart motherfucker you got shit
for brains! Even if that stuff worked, which it don’t; you
think chicks are gonna drink that shit and listen to some
dumbass tape just so a fuckin’ nerd like you can get into
their pants? NOT!”
He grabbed Walter’s shirt again and pushed the smaller
boy towards the locker room door.
“Now get the fuck back to the lab and get to work makin’
my knock-out drops, or I’ll break every motherfuckin’ bone in
your body.”
The door closed nosily behind them but Johnny Wilson
could still hear Luther berate Walter as they walked down the
hall. The fifteen year old peeked around the corner of the
lockers and made sure the coast was clear. The last thing he
wanted was a confrontation with Luther Vaughn. He was bad
news. A broken sneaker lace had held him up after class
making him an unseen witness to Luther and Walter’s crazy
conversation.
An aphrodiaiac! Boy, Johnny thought, Luther’s right,
Walter’s out of his lovin’ mind! That kind of stuff was out
of x-rated science fiction, or Walter’s wishful imagination.
Johnny knew there were two schools of thought concerning
Walter Newman. The first was, he’s was a boy genius and will
win the Nobel for chemistry before he’s twenty-one. The
second was, he’s a dipshit who’s gonna blow himself (and
probably the school, too) to fuckin’ smithereens.
Johnny picked up the vial and tape from the refuse bin
and cautiously looked them over. On impulse, he put the vial
in his pocket, then pulled out his Walkman and slid the tape
in and, holding the headset away from his ears, gingerly
listened. All he could hear was soothing surf sounds. He
waited a moment. If there were secret messages hidden in the
tape he hadn’t heard them. He shook his head but put the
tape in his rutsack and ran off to the lab. He was already
late.
“You’re late, John!” Mrs. Tarr said testily when he
entered the lab. “Are you trying to add to your detention?
If you are you’ve come to the right place.”
Mrs. Tarr was the one of the chemistry teachers and up
to now John thought she was kind of nice, and not bad looking
for an old woman; she was about his mother’s age, but he
hadn’t realized she had a wicked tongue.
“Eh, sorry, Mrs. Tarr. I broke a shoelace and had to
get another.”
Two girls in the corner giggled. Johnny blushed with
embarassment.
Mrs. Tarr made a face and shook her head. “If you two
are finished,” she said to the girls, “take off, and you,
John, get to work. This lab’s a mess and I want it spotless.
Maybe this will teach you that spitballs in the cafeteria
will not be tolerated.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Johnny replied.
The two girls giggled loudly as they left and Johnny’s
face burned even brighter. Grudgingly, he went to the sink,
ran water, then went around picking up dirty test-tubes and
beakers.
“When you have those things soaking, get me a cola from
the lab refrigerator,” Mrs. Tarr commanded.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Johnny was rapidly revising his opinion of the chemistry
teacher, but as he took a bottle of cola from the
refrigerator a sudden brainstorm hit him. Why not? he asked
himself. It had to be tested. Not that it was really going
to work, but if it did wouldn’t that put this bad-mouth bitch
in her place. Quickly he took the vial from his pocket,
opened the cola and put two drops of Walter’s potion into the
dark liquid.
John grabbed a clean glass, put ice in it and was
pouring cola into it when Mrs. Tarr asked what was keeping
him. She took the glass and thanked him, rather reluctantly
John thought.
He smiled at her as she took a deep drink.
“Is there something you want, John?” she asked.
Johnny smiled. “I’d appreciate it if you’d listen to
this tape. The background is suppose to help you
consentrate more. I thought it could help me with my
homework and stuff,” he said offering his Walkman to her. “I
just want your opinion.”
Mrs. Tarr put the headphones on and said, “Only for a
moment; I’m busy. Besides, these things are usually a rip
off.”
“Thanks,” Johnny said and poured more cola into her
glass. Absently, she took another sip as she listened to the
soothing sounds of the seashore. A few moments later she pulled
the headset off and shrugged her shoulders.
“Well, it doesn’t do anything for me, but you can never
tell, it may help you to concentrate. Give it a try.”
The distain in her voice told Johnny that Walters’
bullshit aphrodisiac was just that: Bullshit! She had drank
the potion and listened to the tape. Nothing! Nada! Zip!
Johnny mumbled his thanks and went back to the sink and
started cleaning the dirty beakers again. He felt pretty
foolish. He wanted to throw the vial away but his hands were
wet. He’d wait until he was finished and then chuck the shit.
Leroy was right!
A moment later he froze as a hand reached around and
cupped his cock and balls.
“Hi, big boy,” a husky voice whispered hotly in his ear,
Wanna fuck?”
Johnny’s mouth gaped and his eyes bugged. His chest
tighten and his head started pounding. Mrs. Tarr’s tits
rubbed senuously over his shoulder blades
****************************************************************8

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My LIfe (so far)ch6

It was the night before Thanksgiving. Hanna, was staying at college for the holiday. My cousins had all gone to see their Fathers for the long weekend. Mom and Aunt Cathy were out to a bar downtown. I was just getting ready to take a shower and go to bed when the phone rang. It was Aunt Cathy, mom had left her at the bar and left with some friends, she needed a ride home and wanted me to pick her up. She was at a bar that was the lesbian hangout. Of course, I went to pick her up.
I got there and went in to get Aunt Cathy. The bar was crowded and I couldn’t believe the number of women in the place. From girly girls to manly girls and women, it seemed like a man’s fantasy, but every one looked at me as if I stepped in dog shit on the way in. Aunt Cathy was at the bar, surrounded leather clad biker chicks. When I got to Aunt Cathy and asked if she was ready to go two of them got between us and acted like bodyguards. They were both bigger than me and looked tougher than me, but Aunt Cathy told them it was all right, I was giving her a ride home they backed off. They didn’t seem happy about it but they let her go. It seemed liked she had gotten a lot drunker since she had called me. She was so unsteady on her feet that she leaned against me for support. I had my arm around her waist and once she stumbled and I felt her tits as I tried to keep her up. When we got to the car I sat her down on the front seat and she laid back across the seat. I reached in and grabbed her arms to sit her up. As she sat up she curled her arms and my face went between her tits. They were melon sized and still firm enough to stand on their own. I thought about taking them into my mouth and finding out just how big and firm they were, but I just reached down and swung her legs into the car. As we were about to leave, a woman came out with Aunt Cathy’s purse. She reached in and put the purse on Aunt Cathy’s lap and then gave her a kiss that lasted an awful long time and looked hotter than hell.
After we had left Aunt Cathy reached down and tried to put her purse on the floor. She dropped it and it fell on it’s side. She couldn’t reach it, so, she undid the seat belt and sat it upright. She sat up and said she felt a little dizzy. She then laid down on the seat, with her head resting on my leg. It sounded like she had passed out. I couldn’t help myself. When I thought she was under pretty good, I put my hand on her shoulder and gave her a little shake. When she didn’t wake up I moved my hand to under her blouse began feeling up her tits. Like I said, they were the size of melons and they felt as firm as my sister Hanna’s. I got braver and rolled her nipple between my fingers. Her nipples grew as they hardened, they were about an inch long and stiff as a board. She moaned and moved, so I pulled my hand out. She wiggled and got her head farther up on my leg, so the top of her head was rubbing against my now hard dick. She readjusted and brought her hand up under her head and grabbed onto my dick. She moaned and stroking me through my jeans. Because she had moved closer, I took the chance and reached over and pulled her skirt up past her hip. I ran my fingers over her panties and found them starting to get moist. I slid my fingers under her panties and played my fingers over her pussy lips. She was getting wetter so I pushed my middle finger into her wet, warm slit. I moved my finger around til I found her clit and I rubbed on that as she got wetter and wetter. Before I knew it she stiffened up and gave out a gasp and a shudder. My fingers were covered with her come. I took my hand out and licked my fingers. Like all the women in my family she tasted great. We were almost back home so I straightened out her clothes before I turned into the driveway.
I pulled around and parked at the back door. I got out of the car, moved my dick so it wouldn’t be pointing into Aunt Cathy’s face as I helped her out of the car. I opened the passenger door and reached in and got her sitting up. I got her turned and her legs out of the car and leaned down to help her stand up. She stumbled as she got out of the car and she fell into my arms. She mumbled that she sould not be that drunk and somebody must have slipped her a mickey. I had my arm around her as we walked, stumbeled to the house. She tripped once and I caught her under her arms and she leaned back so both my hands were filled with her breasts, we were able to get into the house with me holding her up like that.
When we got into the house she said I would have to help her to her bedroom. I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to her bedroom. I laid her down on the bed and she asked me to take her shoes off for her. I halfway knelt on the bed to take her shoes off. I got her shoes off and she put her foot on my crotch. She moved her foot back and forth and said she would need help getting her clothes off. I quickly had her undressed and was able to see her naked. Her body was lovely. Her body was so firm and delectable that I almost came in my pants. I got undressed and lay down on the bed next to her. I started playing with her tits, she said that it wasn’t right for us to do this. I put my finger to her mouth, like they do in the movies, to hush her. To my surprise she grabbed my hand and held it under her nose and took a deep inhale. She said that she knew that smell. she said she thought she had had a wet dream, but my fingers told the real story. I told her that yes it was me and I that I wanted her. She didn’t want to, but I told her I would stop whenever she wanted me to. She didn’t say anything, so I started playing with her tits again. I rolled over so I could get her tit in my mouth. I sucked her nipple in and it got hard between my lips. I pressed her nipple across the roof of my mouth and pinched her other nipple with my fingers. She moaned and lay flat on her back while I worked on her two tits. She reached down and felt my dick, which was hard as a rock and it seemed bigger than it ever had before. She stroked my cock and I slid my hand down to her blonde pussy. My finger went in easily and I slid in the second finger. She was getting wetter by the second. I started moving down her body. I licked both nipples, nipped on the underside of her boobs and kissed my way down her belly. I moved between her legs and kissed down her thighs to the knees and then back up. I put my mouth over her pussy lips and stuck my tongue in as far as I could. She wrapped both hands into my hair and pulled me up her body til I was sucking her tits again. My fingers found their way back down to her pussy and I slid both fingers in and used my thumb on her clit. She told me to use as many fingers as I could, the third and fourth finger squeezed in. I moved my thumb and it went inside with the rest of them, before I knew it, I was up to my wrist. I moved it around and found the right spot. She came again and I slowly rotated my hand and she started coming again. Her come ran down my hand and puddled at the crack of her ass cheeks.
She held me to her tightly as she slowly pushed my hand out with her muscles in her pussy. We kissed and she pushed her tongue into my mouth. I sucked her tongue further into my mouth. She told me to straddle her chest and I could give her a titty fuck. I got my rock hard prick between her tits and she pushed them up around my cock. I started stroking, I told her I was going to come pretty quick, and she made me stop. She had me open the drawer to her nightstand and take out a bottle of baby oil. She squirted a little on my dick, pushed her tits over my cock and told me to go ahead. The oil seemed to help, the friction was gone. As I pumped her tits, I reached down and grabbed her tits and began playing with her nipples. I was about blown away, watching my dick slide in that beautiful chest, plus she was looking watching it almost hit her chin on each stroke. She then stuck her tongue out so every stroke ended with her licking the head of my dick. I was ready to come and I started pumping harder and faster. I came and the first jet shot over her head onto the pillows. She then lifted her head up and I shot right into her mouth, she let go of her tits and pulled me up and sucked me into her mouth. She swallowed every drop that I had and she kept me in her mouth til I was soft.
We lay in bed for a while and she asked if I would like to do her again. Of course I said yes. We went in and took a shower together. I had soaped her up pretty good and she asked if I would eat her pussy. I dropped to my knees and she placed one leg over my shoulder. I licked up her lips til she was super moist and then I stuck my tongue in and worked it around. I found her clit and sucked it into my mouth. I slid my fingers into her again and started wiggling them inside her. She was starting to come again and I took my other hand and pushed the thumb into her asshole, she came so hard it almost knocked us over. I picked her up as we left the shower and carried her into the bedroom again. I laid her down on the bed and she reached over to the nightstand again and brought out a small spray can. She said she used to use this on my uncle, but now it was only for me. She took my dick in her hands and it gor rock hard again. She then sprayed my dick and it felt like I had lost all the feeling in it. She said it would make me hard for a long time.
I got on top of her and I was finally able to sink into warm and moist pussy for the first time. I pumped for a long time and then moved so I was riding her high. I rubbed across her clit a few times and she started coming again, I moved back down so I was pumping deep into her, I was still hard but not feeling much. I moved back up and she came again rather quickly. I stayed there and kept pumping til she came again. I told her that I could keep going like that forever. She pushed me off and got onto her hands and knees, she told me to take her in the ass. Her asshole muscle gave way slowly, but once in I went all the way to the base of my dick. I began stoking long and hard, with the tight feeling it was no time before I came. We collapsed on the bed with me still in her, and I fell asleep, she woke me before dawn and told me I had to get back to my room before my mom got home. I went to my apartment over the garage and slept til late that afternoon

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Verry Incestous Relations 3

Cindy’s twin teenage boys dedicate themselves to seducing their gorgeous mother, her breathtaking sister, and her luciously ripe bodied cousin, with randy results

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I’m a filthy whore who needs to be punished

I’m a pet, I’m a whore, I’m a nasty little bitch
A cock-slut, call me whatever you like, I love filthy names you calling me
Teach me how to treat your cock, spank me if necessary
I’m a bad girl who needs to be punished
torture me, humiliate me, teach me obedience!
PUNISH ME PLEASE. I’M NOTHING BUT A WHORE CUNT
A SLAVE whose primary job is pleasing you
Tie me up, lash me, write “FUCK ME” on my butt
This would me make me humiliated more and more
Hurt me, use me, I’m your fuck-toy.
Tie me up, tell me that I’m a whore, a slave, a slut, a pet.
SLAP me and make me count them and thank you punishing me!!
Let your friends use me, I love being punished by many
I’m a submissive slave, I have to punished, tortured.
Sell me, I know I’m worthless
I have to show the world how dirty little slut I’m,
And finally when I teach how whore I am reward me please
FUCK ME PLEASE, I can’t take it anymore…

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The Family- Pt.1

Some days, I wish I could take it back. I love my family, of course. But I don’t think anyone would have guessed what happened next. Especially me.

Poem

THE VOYEUR

THE VOYEUR
I know you are there, for you are always there!
Is it because I’m young and oh so hot,
and ache all day with longing to be kissed
and dream all night of lovely smooth-skinned boys
and rigid cocks of muscled men that squirt
with lust for me as often as I wish?
I know you are there, for you are always there…
outside my window looking in each night,
watching my shadow writhing on the blind,
baring my body in a lewd lascivious dance,
casting off my garments one by one
until I fall down panting on my bed,
clutching my pillow high between my thighs,
riding to the rhythm of your unseen hand.
I know you are there, for you are always there!
I hear your footsteps on the lonely street
following the slender clicking of my heels.
and feel your eyes caress my stockinged legs
crawling like fingers up my shapely calves.
I have no fear – I know you mean no harm.
With throbbing heart I sometimes stop beside
some dark and gloomy doorway, looking back,
hoping to see your figure, tall and slim,
coming to join me, there where I can let
you use me in the shadows as you please.
But you are gone, once more the street is still.
You wait until I hurry on once more.
I know you are there, for you are always there!
Walking homeward through the park at night,
I hear you in the bushes by the path,
where copulating couples moan and squeal
and gaudy women suck the cocks of men
who pay to grunt and sweat in loveless lust.
I often rest on a favourite bench and wait
until your rustling stops behind my back,
and then I hear you whisper dirty things
behind the ancient oak tree near at hand.
Such filthy things I clench my legs and gasp.
But then I think it could be just the breeze.
I know you are there, for you are always there…
in the shadows of the alley near my school
where I often go to pet with boys I like.
I know you watch them kiss my willing mouth,
pushing their tongues between my teeth to touch
the slow soft languid squirming of my own.
And when their eager hands begin to roam,
squeezing my breasts to make me pant and moan,
I know you’re creeping closer hot to watch
them groping up my skirt to feel me there.
I hunt inside their trousers for their cocks
and as we start to mutually masturbate
I feel your heavy breathing on my neck.
And when the sperm squirts warmly on my leg
and fingers make me come with whimpering sobs,
I turn my head to see you do it too,
but only empty ash cans meet my gaze.
I know you are there, for you are always there…
and I long to know what heats your lust for me.
Is it the silky softness of my hair
you’d like to feel around your throbbing cock?
Or do you wish to suck my little breasts.
with hardened nipples aching to be touched,
protruding through my satin blouse like nuts?
Or shall I hold you tight between my legs,
and rub my stockings up and down your heat.
My sweet young mouth is yours, of course, to kiss
(I’ve never sucked a man before, just boys,
but I would do that gladly if you wish…)
I know you are there, for you are always there!
Tonight I shall sit beneath the ancient tree
in the shadows of the darkened park alone
and ever so slowly touch myself for you
beneath my skirt, and up between my thighs
into the warm moist heat that waits for you,
fingering the bursting fig of my desire,
whispering all the while your unknown name.
I know you are there, for you are always there!
Come, come… oh, darling, come for me!
JULIA

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Cheating Mom:2

I took my time heading home that afternoon as I was still trying to process everything; what I had just witnessed, what I had just taken part in, and the feeling of guilt. But no matter how guilty I felt for participating in the sexual blackmailing of my mother, I knew it wouldn’t be the end of it for me. The feeling was almost unbearable. Watching their affair up close and seeing them having sex together gave me a thrill the likes of which I had never experienced before. It was a feeling of sexual excitement which I never knew existed.
Mom was home when I arrived. I didn’t see her, but as I went upstairs, she yelled a quick hello from her bedroom as she was about to shower, just to let me know she was there.
I closed the door in my room and laid on my bed. I couldn’t stop thinking about what I had just watched an hour ago. I thought of my sweet and caring mother being sexually ravaged by her black boss. I took her panties out of my pocket and started examining them for the first time. I smelled them, taking in its musty odor. It was obvious that she was sexually aroused while heading over to the hotel.
That’s when I felt my penis growing again, took it out, and starting masturbating for the second time that afternoon while holding her undergarment and thinking about her. For the next few minutes, I kept stroking myself remembering how she sucked that giant cock and got fucked by it. As I was still masturbating, I held her panties to my face where I continued smelling it and rubbing the insides against my face and lips. I then brought it down and began rubbing her soft panties against the head of my penis, imagining how her thick pubic hairs and labia were pressing against it for the entire morning. I finally came inside her panties thinking about my own mom, but for the first time, the guilt was no longer there.
***EVERYTHING IS REVEALED***
Suddenly, the door bell rang.
“Sweetie! Can you go get that for me! I’m expecting a package!” My mom yelled from her room, after having just gotten out of the shower.
I quickly shoved her now cum filled panties underneath my pillow before running to go get the door. Mom was right, it was her package.
“You’re right, it was the clothes you ordered!” I said loudly so she could hear me.
I then headed back up the stares towards her room. Only she wasn’t in her room, she was in my room, sitting on my bed. She was wearing nothing but a white bath robe and was holding the panties I had carelessly shoved under my pillow. She didn’t look at me as I stood in there in horror, instead, she kept her eyes down at the panties in her hands with her lips quivering as if she were about to cry. It felt like an eternity before one of us finally spoke.
“You never were very good at hiding your things,” she said with her voice trembling.
“Mom…I’m so sorry…”
“Where did you get this?…Where!?” she yelled after I didn’t immediately respond.
“Okay…I’ll start from the beginning,” I said in a disarming tone, walking slowly towards her and sitting next to her on my bed. “It was when I went to go bring you lunch the other day, I saw you leaving the office with him. It just didn’t feel right, so I followed both of you and saw that you went to a motel and saw what you did inside. Deep down, I couldn’t allow it to continue for the sake of our family, and I couldn’t speak to you about it either. So I went to go talk to him in his office when you stayed home the next day. He told me about your job, and what you did for him so he wouldn’t lay you off, and what you had to keep doing for him. We talked for a while and made an arrangement where I had to hide in the closet earlier today at the hotel and watch the whole thing so he would agree to see you fewer times. I’m sorry for doing this.”
“What…How?…You watched us!?!” she yelled, doing her best to fight back her tears. “Why the hell would watch us!?! I’m your mother! Oh god, I feel like I want to throw up right now. And this doesn’t explain why there’s sperm in my panties?”
She had me stumped, and she knew it looking right in my eyes.
All I could muster was a simple, “I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry? That’s it?! I know you well enough to know when you aren’t giving me the whole story mister. So you’re telling me that he just invited you there, and now there’s cum on my panties laying underneath your pillow? There has to be more to this.”
“I…I was aroused by what I saw the first time. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. There, I said it.”
A sudden look of guilt came over her, and she no longer looked mad, “Aroused by what you saw? Now there’s a phrase I never thought I’d hear my own son say about me. How could this have happened?”
“I don’t know, it just did. I’ve always had a thing for older women…and, well…interracial sex has always made me curious. So…it just happened.”
“You really enjoyed watching this whole thing didn’t you? Much more than you’re willing to admit. That’s probably why he invited you in the first place. And by the looks of my panties, you’ve pleasured yourself in them not too long ago,” she said, figuring everything out.
I didn’t reply and all I could do was to hold my head down in shame.
She reached over and held my hand and said, “I’m sorry about all of this. I really am. I never should have cheated on your father to try and save my job. You know I would NEVER want to hurt you guys and that I love you and your father more than anything else in this world. But at the time, I thought I did what I had to do; what was best for our family with this economy and all. But you should have come to me first rather than to him. Now I want you to swear to me that you’ll no longer stay in contact with him, and that you will never spy on us in any way.”
“I swear mom, I won’t do it again,” I assured her. “But I take it this means you’ll still be seeing him after the way he treated you today…”
“Honey, I have to. I know it’s a horrible situation for me and our family, but my career is at stake here. And he’s already told me what he would do if I tried to back out or tell anyone. Neither of those options are risks I’m willing to take.”
“I understand,” I told her. “And…I don’t know any other way to say this…but do you really think you’ll be able to stop seeing him once this is over if you keep this up? I know it’s a terrible thing to ask, but seeing the way you two kissed and talked to each other really got me wondering if you have feelings for him or not.”
“Fair enough, since we’re being completely honest with each other and it’s regarding our family,” she said, looking completely caught off guard from my question. “Truthfully, I had always considered him a good friend after all these years, before this happened. But now it seems like he’s a completely different person with sex involved. He really has turned out to be a complete asshole. I really had no intention of this going any further than…you know…that time in his office which I’d rather not repeat. So no, I don’t have any feelings for him and want nothing to do with him after this is over.”
“And I’m sure his size has a lot to do with you not wanting to see him anymore right? Or was that the most enjoyable part for you?” I blurted out, before realizing how tasteless what I had just said to her was.
She raised her eyebrow and had half a smile on her face like she couldn’t believe what I had just said, “Don’t get cute with me young man. Just promise me again you won’t tell a soul about any of this. You know our family would be ruined if word got out.”
“I promise… but only if you tell me what it was like taking those 10 inches inside of you,” I said with a playful smile as the mood of our conversation started to change.
“HA!” she laughed. “10 inches? Oh gosh, is that how big he is down there? I never bothered to ask. I just figured hearing its exact size would make me even more scared of it. But if you really want to know, every second he was in me hurt like hell.”
“Is that all you’re going to say about it? After all I’ve seen and this big secret I’m keeping for you? Come on mom, you can do better than that,” I teased in a suggestive tone.
She let out a sigh and rolled her eyes at me, “Well, if you must know, it was excruciating-every second of it. I even felt him inside my stomach. And it doesn’t exactly help that the guy who’s using it on you only care’s about his pleasure and not whether he’s hurting you or not. But at the same time, I’ll admit that it’s also the reason I came so hard. I’ve never experienced anything close to that in my life…not that it’s any of your business.”
I took a deep breath after what I heard my own mother just say, and was suddenly becoming aroused again, “You felt that thing in your stomach? Jeez… I didn’t even realize that was possible.”
She then opened the lower part of her both robe and spread her legs open in my direction, revealing her hairy vagina with its gaping hole to me. Her vaginal opening was still clearly recovering from the hard fucking it had received earlier. Her dark labia was long and looked like it was hanging down around a hole which normally should have been closed.
“Do you believe me now?” she asked, as I was at a complete loss for words. “You know, normally you shouldn’t be able to see an opening this big from a woman’s vagina- not even close. He really did a number on me. I cried a lot after the first time we had sex thinking it would never go back to its regular size, and that your father would find out because of it. But it will, in another day it will go back to it’s normal size. But it’s still pretty sore as we speak.”
Without thinking, I reached over and put my hand on top of her vagina, feeling her pubic hairs across my hand- to which she abruptly slapped my hand and closed her robe.
“No touching,” she said. “You’ve already seen more than any son ever should of his own mother.”
I then got on my knees right between her legs and started rubbing her bare thighs with my hands, opening her bath robe again in the process.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked in a concerned tone.
“Remember when I was young; whenever I would get a bruise you would always kiss it for me to make it feel better? Well now I want to return the favor.”
With that, I used my hands to part her legs further, revealing her vagina directly in front of my face. I started planting kisses around her crotch and then on her large clitoris, feeling her thick pubic hair on my lips. I took a good look at it for a moment- her vagina was beautiful. It had long brown lips but was bright pink on the inside and it was still very wet. I was even able to see deep inside of her body courtesy of her boss.
That’s when I did it; I stuck my tongue inside of her. I felt the wetness and soft flesh of her vagina all across my tongue. Her wetness was seeping inside of my mouth as I began to suck on her vagina, feeling the thick size of her labia and clitoris across my lips. I heard her beginning to moan, and the harder she moaned, the harder I sucked and swirled my tongue around inside of her.
This must have gone on for a good 10 minutes as I became fully erect again. Feeling her hands rub across my hair and feeling her body squirm only added to my wanting to please her. Never in my life would I have imagined that most aroused I would ever become while performing oral sex on a woman would be with my own mother of all people. I loved it. And I loved that she loved it. I felt her legs begin to tense up as she threw her back onto my bed and squeezed my blanket tightly- she was cumming.
A sudden rush of liquid from her vagina flowed into my mouth as she began to scream loudly. It was the same scream she wanted to let out at the hotel not long ago, but couldn’t out of fear of others hearing. But in this house, it was just the two of us. I looked up at her to see her laying there in bliss. Her robe was almost completely open and I had a clear view of her right breast with its large brown nipple pointing up in the air. She suddenly sat up and closed the top of her robe. She looked confused as she sat there quietly, while I waited for her to say something.
“I need to go now,” she said with a bewildered look on her face as she couldn’t believe what had just happened between her and her son.
I took my hands off her legs as she stood up and closed her robe completely before leaving my room and heading back to hers. I then did the only thing I could do at this point- masturbate.
***THAT NIGHT IN MY ROOM***
Our family had dinner that night as if nothing had ever happened between us. I had assumed there would be a lot of tension or awkwardness between me and my mom, but there wasn’t. We both avoided eye contact for a while, but beyond that, there was nothing out of the ordinary.
I cleaned the dishes afterwards before heading back to my room to use the internet, while my parents watched tv in the living room as usual.
Suddenly, I heard a knock on my door. It was my mother asking if she could come in.
“Hi,” she said, sitting on my bed in the same spot as this afternoon. “I wanted to talk about what happened earlier. Look, I know we both enjoyed it, but it doesn’t change the fact that it was wrong and that we should never do anything like that again. I know it’s been an…interesting…day for the both of us, but on top of everything we’ve already talked about, I want you to make another promise to me- promise me that something like that would ever happen again between us. I need to hear you say it.”
“Mom, I…I can’t. I can’t stop thinking about you since I saw you with him at the motel. And what we shared earlier today was something special. I’ve already kept my promise and emailed your boss telling him that I won’t be watching anymore. So please, at least let us keep what we had earlier, just until you’re done seeing him.”
I reached out and held her hand.
“I can’t believe I’m hearing this. My own son,” she said, holding my hand in return.
“You’ve already said you enjoyed it. Please mom, I won’t tell anyone. Just until you’re done seeing him, I’m already doing you a big favor by keeping this from dad.”
She stood up with a hurt look on her face and prepared to walk out of the door. Without thinking, I got up wrapped my arms around her to stop her from leaving. I planted kisses all over face as she tried as hard as she could to push me off.
“What are you doing? Let go,” she said, wanting to yell, but couldn’t knowing that her husband would hear if she did.
I moved my kisses towards her lips. I felt her mouth open and that’s when I immediately slipped my tongue inside her mouth the exact same way I stuck it in her vagina earlier. Her mouth felt as soft and as warm as her vagina did, but what made this so different was feeling her hard tongue flicker across mine for a brief moment.
She suddenly broke off the kiss and looked at me with her eyes filled with shock and disbelief.
“We’ll continue this talk another time…” she said in a serious tone as she walked out of my room.
***A WEEK LATER***
A week had past before anything new had happened. It seemed like we were both too afraid of bringing any of this up. She was afraid I might make another move, and I was afraid of ruining our relationship despite everything we had already done and told each other. I kept my promise of not contacting her boss again, though he emailed me twice asking if I was still interested.
The garage door suddenly opened at around 2pm. At this hour, it could only be one person…
“So, what brings you home this early? You’re never this early?” I asked with sarcasm.
“Oh cut it out you. And stop giving me that look,” she replied with her face almost turning red.
She clearly had sex with him again. Her hair was a complete mess as was before. She was dressed in a nice outfit and her make up looked like it was partially washed off recently. She also had a smirk on her blushing face when I asked.
“So I see you were with him again. Mind if I have another look?”
“Shame on you. I thought we went over this already. I’m your mother and this is really nothing you should be involved in. It’s really none of your business. And I’ve already told you that we did together was wrong and to never mention it again. Now I’m going to my room, I need a shower.”
I walked up to her and wrapped my arms around her like before, “None of my business huh? So it’s none of my business that my mom is sucking some giant black cock behind my dad’s back? Or taking those 10 inches inside her stomach as you so eloquently put it?”
I leaned forward and started licking her lips. I used my tongue to taste one end of her mouth to the other, just before sticking it inside her mouth. I felt her tongue in her mouth as she was trying her best to hold it back. But this time, I was the one who broke off the kiss.
“You cleaned him up again, didn’t you?” I asked, commenting on the odd taste.
A big smile suddenly appeared on her face as if she wanted to laugh, “Oh wow, I can’t believe you just did that. You do realize that you just tasted his cum right?”
She broke out into full blown laughter after she said it.
I did my best to hide my embarrassment and put a positive spin on it telling her, “Whatever it takes to put my mouth in you again. Well…what about the rest of you?”
“I suppose it would be nice having someone clean up after me for a change. But I have to warn you, it’s a little messy down there,” she said as she started unbuckling her pants.
She took off her pants and panties and uncharacteristically threw them on the floor. She then walked over to the living room couch and sat down and immediately spread her legs wide open for me.
I followed her to the couch and knelt down right in front of her. The pubic hairs surrounding her vagina were covered in sperm. His cum was also leaking from deep inside of her.
“You weren’t kidding when you said it was messy,” I told her, using my fingers to part her labia.
“I just figured it would be a good deterrent in case you had any funny ideas. But I guess a little cum isn’t enough to stop you, now is it?” She said as she started waving her crotch around in my face. “I’m waiting…”
I stuck my tongue out and began licking the cum off of her pubic hair. I first started licking the outer layer of her vagina, before sticking my tongue inside once again, and starting to suck the cum and other fluids from inside her body. There was no doubt about it, it tasted disgusting. I couldn’t stop thinking about what I was ingesting; how I was eating a massive load of her bosses cum, and how I was eating mom’s orgasm as well, along with the sweat from them fucking for whoever long they fucked.
I continued probing her vagina with my tongue regardless of what I was eating. And just as she started to tense up, that’s when she stopped me by gently pushing my head back.
“I’m flattered by what you’re doing for me. But I swore to myself I wouldn’t let this happen again. And I can’t let you keep doing what you just did, cleaning up after me like this. I know how horrible it must be for you, and well, anyone really. I’m sorry…”
She then got up and walked over to grab her clothes, and then walked back to her room naked from the waste down. Seeing her half dressed like that with her large bare bottom jiggling and she walked up the stares only added to my sexual frustrations. I couldn’t just stop at this point. I wanted more. I needed more.
***HER ROOM***
I headed over to my mother’s room and flung the door open to find her standing in front of her open closet, this time she was completely naked. She made no attempt to cover her body as I walked in.
“Don’t you know it’s rude to enter someone’s room without knocking?” she asked, putting her hands around her waist and giving me that motherly look while in the nude. “Well what do you want?”

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