Incest

Fiction

My next door neighbors daughter

I will probably go to hell for this, but I have had erotic thoughts about LJ, since she and her mom moved into my neighborhood. For the last three months, LJ has been finding excuses to be at my house. She has been cutting my lawn and I have let her. She has offered to do my flower bed and I have just sat and watched her ass. And each time, she has arrived wearing a pair of tight hip hugging nylon shorts and an equally snug top which has nicely revealed every contour of her 16 year old breasts and nipples.
Last week, I got a call at work from Sandy, LJ’s mom. Sandy was crying and trying to tell me something. I got her calmed down and I listened. Sandy said several of her toys were missing. Sandy said she had heard moaning from LJ’s room. Sandy stood outside her daughters door and fingered herself as her daughter came. As Sandy was still fingering herself, she did not hear the door open. When Sandy opened her eyes, she saw LJ smiling.
“Thats okay mom. I borrowed your toys because I know how much you like to get off with them. I wanted to smell you on them when I got off. Everytime I cum, I imagine you between my legs. And Mom, I really cum hard. Would you show me what it’s like to make love to a woman?”
Sandy told LJ that what she wanted was considered incest. But perhaps Helen could help.
“Sandy, tell me that you did not say that I would help?” I said as a warm feeling swept through my body.
“I did. Besides, LJ says you have the hots for her. She said you love her thin nothing swimsuit which she wears when she is doing things at your house. Helen, I can’t do what she wants but you can. I trust you and if you want, I will be there in case you or LJ needs any help.”
“Sandy, let me get this straight. You want me to make love to your 16 year old daughter while you watch?”
“Yes, that is exactly what I want. And so does LJ. I know you want to. ”
Now I was the one with the flush over my body. My nipples were erect and I could feel juice leaking out of my panties. And it was not pee.
“Helen, how about coming over for dinner tonight?” she said. “I’ll open a bottle of wine to break the ice or is called heating up the cunts?
When I hung up the phone, I could not believe my conversation which had just occured. Was this a dream, I thought? As I was pondering what was going to be, my boss threw down a pile of papers and said she needed them done before I left for the evening. I took one look at the papers and my boss. How could she be so mean? It was Friday and I had three hours to go. The last thing I wanted was to do something for her. But she did have a shit eating grin on her face. Recently I have wondered if she is monitoring my phone calls. Perhaps she is. So she would know what I had planned for me. I cursed my boss as I did the paperwork. I did not curse too loudly, though. Before I started her mean request, I went to the ladies room and inserted my wireless vibrator deep inside me. At least I would be happy as I completed my bosses job.
I did get the job done sooner than I thought I would. As I drove home, I thought about what Sandy had volunteered me for. How could she know I was a Lesbian? Had she heard from someone I had a taste for women. As I was wondering who spilled the beans, I pulled up to my house. Sitting on the steps was Sandy. Great, I thought. LJ has changed her mind about having me make love to her, and all I have to look forward to is a quiet weekend.
“Sandy, is there some problem?”
“We need to talk, Helen.”
I could feel the doom looming.
Unlocking the door, I waited for Sandy to follow me inside my house.
“Helen, I want you to make love to me, while LJ watches.”
I stared at her in disbelief.
“I think it would be better for LJ to see what you are going to do to her by doing it to me, first.”
I sat down. I said, “I thought I was only going to be making love to one woman. Now you want me to make love to you first so your daughter will know what will happen to her?”
“I want you to do everything to me that you will then do to LJ. I don’t want you to hold back. I have had thoughts about being tied up and made love to. I don’t know if you are into bondage. I kinda hope you are.”
“I will be over in about twenty minutes,” I said. I really need to take a shower.”
“Why don’t you just come over now, and all three of us can step into the shower. I have one of those high capcacity shower units. I could park a car in it. But it does have water jets on the floor and along the wall in all the right places, if you know what I mean. Don’t you think, showering together will relax all of us? Sandy asked.
“Relaxing is not what this shower will do for me Sandy.”
“Thats okay, you can always relax after we are done with you,” Sandy said with a visible smirk.
I threw a couple of things into a bag and followed Sandy to her home. As she opened the door, we were both greeted by the sounds of a woman moaning. Sandy turned to me as her face blushed. She put her fingers to her mouth to tell me not to say a word. Quietly, Sandy pushed the door closed. We followed the sounds and came to a glass enclosed back room. LJ was sitting with her legs spread. Her two sizes too small tube top accented her young breasts and hard nipples. LJ had her eyes closed as Sandy and I moved quietly as mice and stood facing LJ.
LJ was wearing tight white nylon shorts which had been pulled to the side so she could stuff her fingers into herself. LJ came again but this time louder. I could see goose bumps form on her neck as yet another orgasm swept over her young body. Sandy reached over and pinched my erect nipple. She gave it a little twist and I bite my lip. My knees were weak and juices were flowing out of me and down my leg. I returned the favor and slipped my hand into Sandy’s blouse to her firm breast. Her nipples were larger than mine. I took her nipple between my two finger nails and pinched. Sandy moaned almost as loudly as LJ.
LJ opened her eyes.
“I was wondering when you two guys were coming back here. Sorry but I couldn’t wait any longer.”
It did not take a rocket scientist to notice that LJ still had her fingers inside of herself as she talked to us. LJ’s face contorted and her body froze. Sandy and I stared as think white juice poured forth from LJ’s cunt.
“That was very nice, LJ” Sandy said.
“Thanks mom.”
“Helen, I can’t wait for you to make love to me. Mom and I disccused it and agreed you should first do mom so I can see what you are going to do to me. Did mom tell you she has this fanatasy about being tied down by a beautiful woman, such as yourself, and made to beg to cum? Well, I have a smilar fantasy but I want to be tied and made to have more orgasms than I have ever had in my life. I want to be made to cum until there is not a breath left in my body.”
As LJ was telling me her fantasy, she was smiling at me. As she came, she cupped her hand and caught her love juice.
“Tell me if I taste sweet, Helen?
I eagerly licked up her cum. Feeling weak in the knees, I said, “You are very sweet.”
“LJ, we discussed this behavior, didn’t we?” Sandy said. “Do you remember what I told you and more specically what I would do if you did what you are doing now, young lady?”
“Yes, mom. I thought it would be cool to have another woman other than you taste my cum. But I agreed and I am ready for my punishment. Where do you want to do me?”
This whole scene was getting stranger but I was not leaving. I watched as LJ pulled her panties off and stood up from the couch. Sandy sat down and LJ lay over Sandy’s legs. LJ’s young hard ass was fully exposed. Sandy glanced at me and smiled. Then she raised her hand and came down hard on LJ’s fleshy ass. LJ yelped. Sandy slapped her daughters ass again. And LJ whimpered again. As Sandy continued to hit the reddened ass of her daughter, LJ’s yelping changed to moans. LJ was getting turned on and so was I.
“How rude of me,” Sandy said as she stopped the spanking. “Helen, would you like to give punishment to LJ?
I think I said yes because Sandy whispered to LJ to get off of Sandy’s lap. I sat on the couch and LJ lay across my lap. Instantly I felt wetness on LJ’s crotch against my legs. I raised my hand and gave a little spanking.
“No, Helen. I want you to do it hard. LJ has to learn her lesson. And the best way is to make her suffer. I want to see her ass bright red. Now, strike her ass and do it like you mean it. I’ll just sit over here and rub my nipples, if you don’t mind.”
I looked at Sandy in disbelief as she opened her blouse and began to rub her breasts and nipples. I raised my hand and came down hard on the cherry red ass. LJ moaned and began to grind her mound against my legs. I felt myself blush as I oozed pussy juice into my panties. I was turned on almost as much as LJ and Sandy. And I felt a simply delicous feeling growing in my groin. I began to swat her fanny harder as I gushed something sweet.
“Mom, Look. Helen is getting off on spanking me.”
I froze in mid spank.
“Helen, don’t stop spanking her. She has to learn a lesson. But before you begin again, tell me if she is wet.”
“I feel her wetness on my legs,” I said.
“Helen, reach between her legs and push your fingers into her. Is she soaked?”
I felt my face get hot as I reached between LJ’s legs. Yes, she was not just wet. She was soaked.
“She is quite wet, Sandy.”
“Good, she deserves to be soaked. But make sure she does not cum. She does not deserve to cum. She is a devil daughter. She will not cum until I tell her she can cum. If she cums, I will be quite upset. You will make sure she does not cum?” Sandy said with a straight face.
I must have looked like a deer frozen by the headlights of a car. None of this was making any sense.
“LJ likes to cum too much. So when we are around friends, she must ask for permission to cum. If she cums without permission, she will be tied to my four poster bed and punished. And she knows that.”
“Now please continue to spank her. But I want to hear her cry out when you apply your hand to her cheeks. And remember, she is not to cum.”
Thinking to myself, I wondered if I was set up. But why. I thought I was supposed to be showing my next door neighbors daughter how to be made love to. Suddenly, I really got into the spanking. I was smacking the firm red cheeks of a 16 year old who was laying over my lap. And I was getting turned on as well. There was the all too familar feeling between my legs as I felt my love juice moisten my panties. The harder, I spanked, the more LJ moaned and screamed. I had one hand pushing on her lower back, so her body was centered on my mound. And as she moved around, she rubbed against me. The more she moved, the more I spanked. And the closer I came to cumming.
My eyes were closed as I spanked. I did not see that Sandy had risen from her chair and moved behind me. I felt a light kiss on my neck. I shivered. My eyes were still closed. Then a fingernail scratched the back of my neck, and I moaned. As I tilted my head back, Sandy’s lips touched mine, our tongues met. She reached down, found my hard nipples and pinched them, hard.
LJ moaned and came. I moaned louder and came with a gush which soaked through my panties and onto the couch. Sandy continued to pinch my nipples and suck my tongue. It felt like one continuous orgasm was washing over my body. As my orgasm died away, Sandy pulled away from me. Then quite out of the blue, she slapped my face.
“I told you to make sure that LJ did not cum. You promised. Now you must be punished! Look how much she came. She soaked my new couch. I told you not to let her cum.”
“What do you mean by punished?” I asked.
Without answering me, Sandy blurted out, “Time to come clean.”
“Helen, you are welcome to join LJ and myself in our shower. It is big enough for 8 but 3 will fit just fine. I know that LJ is prime for fucking and so am I.”
Was this a dream, I wondered.
I followed Sandy who by the way has the firmest clothed butt I have ever seen in my life. And I had yet to see it undressed. LJ followed me. LJ had her hands on my butt. I guess she was helping an old(ha) lady up the steps.
As we entered what I would guess was Sandy’s bedroom, Sandy turned and faced me. She smiled and I nearly melted.
“Helen, I need to ask you something. I know you think that LJ wants you to make love to her. But I want to make love to you as well. I don’t want you to feel at all uncomfortable about being here. If you want to leave now, that is okay. But if you stay, WE PLAN ON HAVING OUR WAY WITH YOUR BODY!
I did not have to think twice about this. “Okay,” I answered.
‘That’s what I thought you would say, ” LJ said.
“Now stand still as we undress you. Do not move or try to help us. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I said as I felt a shiver race through my body. I was about to be undressed by a 16 year old and her mother. I stood motionless as Sandy unbuttoned my blouse and LJ pulled it away from my body. Sandy’s fingernails touched and scratched my neck and down the front to the top of my bra. My nipples were beginning to show themselves as she lightly touched my breasts. LJ was massaging my neck and shoulders. Off came my bra and fell to the floor. Sandy continued to massage breasts and nipples. Pulling and twisting my now hard nipples, made me dizzy with passion. Sandy pulled down my jeans and then my soaked panties. LJ had moved against my back and was rubbing herself against me. I reached behind me to feel LJ’s young body. LJ moaned loudly in my ear. LJ reached around my front , found my wet pussy and pushed her fingers into me. LJ rubbed me for several minutes until I came. I closed my eyes to absorb what was happening to me.
Then I felt something cold on my wrists and before I could react, LJ had snapped on a pair of handcuffs to my wrists. My eyes snapped open.
“Hey, what gives?” I said.
“I said we were going to have our way with you and this is the beginning, bitch.”
LJ slapped my bare ass and laughed. I did not laugh. I moved away.
“Mom, do you think she needs more spanking?”
“Yes, sweetheart. I think she needs to learn her lesson.”
“What lesson?” I blurted out.
“You promised me you would not let LJ come and she did. Now you have to pay. ”
“Step out of your pants, Helen,” Sandy commnaded.
I guess I did not act fast enough because Sandy pinched on my nipples with her finger nails. I glared at her and stepped out of my pants.
“That’s a good girl. Now step out of your panties as well. ”
Again, I was pinched.
I stood and watched as Sandy and LJ undressed. Sandy still had the nicest butt I would ever want to have my way with. LJ’s stomach was flat and she was smooth and shaven. I do love cameltoes.
“Okay girls, shower time. Time to get all wet and slippery. Are you wet and slippery, Helen? LJ, be a good girl and see if our guest is wet and slippery.”
LJ came within two inches of my body. Her lips touched my lips and our tongues met. She was not inexperienced at all. As our tongues played tagged, her hands went first to my breasts, then my nipples and down my tummy. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and closed her teeth over it. As she bit down, her fingers slid easily into me. Just as quickly, she pulled out and back. I wanted more and was left hanging.
“Mom, she is ripe.”
“Okay, Helen. Follow me.”
I did not move fast enough because suddenly Sandy produced a pair of rubber tipped forceps. She opened the forceps and slowly closed them over my left nipple. My nipple felt like it was in a bear trap. I think she would have closed it all the way and crushed my nipple if I had not said, “Okay.”
“Thats a good Helen. Now follow me. ”
I had no choice as she pulled on the forceps which was closed over my nipple. LJ was stroking my ass as we walked to the bathroom.
“LJ, honey, do turn on the shower for us. I want to see how wet our guest is, myself.”
Sandy pulled me to her as her fingers probed deep inside of me. I was getting worked up and I know Sandy could tell. As Sandy pushed her fingers deeper, she closed the forceps a bit more. The pain was making me feel quite turned on. Then Sandy pushed deeper into me and touched my G spot. The room was spinning as Sandy pressed harder. I came with a gush which left me drained.
“Mom, the shower is ready.”
“Helen is ready too,” Sandy answered.
LJ stepped into the steam filled shower. Sandy pulled me along and I too stepped in. Looking around the shower stall, I saw nozzles mounted on the walls and the floor. Above the nozzles on the walls, were stainless steel hooks.
“Helen, if you want to call it quits, we can stop. I will then ask you never to associate with either LJ or myself again. We will be just like any other neighbor. You can say hello in passing but we will never invite you over for anything ever again. You will never know how sweet LJ tastes when she cums. You will never see her eat her mommy the way I like it to be done. And you will never be invited to sex all nighter with some of my les gf’s and their daughters. it’s your choice.”
Without a seconds hesitation, I said, okay.
Sandy pushed me against the cold tile of the shower. She spread my legs as she soaped my ass. Then she slide the wash cloth up and down my legs, pausing to reach under me and rub my clit. I began to moan as she rubbed my clit, harder. I wanted her to continue to massage my clit and I wanted to cum for her. As my orgasm was closing in, she slapped my ass and laughed. She spun me around and roughly washed my chest and again my pussy. Of course my nipples were hard. And each time the wash cloth rubbed against them, I moaned.
I was soaped from top to botton as LJ took over. LJ removed a handheld shower head from the wall and pointed it at my pussy. The water began to pulse against and into me. My knees buckled but before I could collapse, LJ had pulled on the hemostat and brought me back to reality.
LJ held my pinched nipple as she played the water on all the right places on my body. She had this evil look in her eyes and I felt horny as hell. She made me bend over as she pushed the shower head against my ass hole. Little needle fingers pulsed against my tender ass tissue as LJ cleaned the soap from my backside. A wonderful orgasm was growing as she turned me around and aimed the needle fingers at my breasts. That was all I needed. I opened my mouth to scream and she slapped my face. Nothing like throwing cold water on a perfectly good orgasm. I glared at her but my glare shifted to Sandy as I watched her shove her fingers deep into her pussy. I had almost forgotten about Sandy.
Sandy looked up, smiled and came. Her pussy pumped white cum into her cupped hand. But without offering her cum to me, she slurped it up.
My hands were still fastened behind myself and my pussy needed service. I wanted to cum badly and I could do nothing. Sandy must have been reading my mind. She came to me, looked deep into my eyes as she placed her hands on my nipples and breasts. She began to massage my breasts and my knees got weak again. We were still in the shower as hot water fell over my body as my next door neighbor massaged my chest. She led be away from the tile wall to the middle of the shower. Then she stopped. Listen, I wanted to say. I do really need to cum but all you two are doing is turning me into mush. Both you guys have cum and I have yet to get off.
Then the hot water stopped. I was standing there in the shower, with water dripping off my body and an urgent need to have an orgasm. Sandy pinched my right nipples between her finger nails and gave a little tug. I followed her into the bedroom. All three of us were still naked. I was wet and wanted to get wetter. I was not really in a position to tell them what I wanted. I mean I could have said, I wanted out but something in me, said stick around.
“Spread your legs, Helen.”
I stood with my legs spread.
“Now LJ, I want you to show me what you have learned about kissing and licking ass. I want you to do to Helen, what you have learned to do to me. I want you to make Helen feel right at home.”
LJ walked around me, pausing to touch my nipples. Then her fingers slipped into my pussy and pumped for a few times. Then she disappeared behind me. I felt her fingers on either side of my cheeks. She pulled my cheeks apart. Then I felt the most heavenly feeling I had felt ever. LJ’s 16 year old tongue touched my ass hole. And I came. I really came. And her talented tongue continued to ream me out. Her tongue took on a life of its own as she licked from the tip of my pussy to my tail bone. I shook more than jello. Just when I thought I could not take it any longer, I felt fingers on my pussy. Looking down, I saw the top of Sandy’s head. Her lips sucked my clit as her tongue probed my pussy. Sandy’s tongue was as talented as her daughters.
If this wasn’t heaven, nothing was. Then it happened. No warning. No buildup. I came like a freight train. It was one continuous orgasm. A really long one or was it three or five or eight. But I came.
And when I came, I peed. Not jsut a little. There was no way that Sandy would not notice my pee. She did not pull away when I peed.
“Look mom. Helen peed. She needs to be taught a lesson, doesn’t she?” LJ said.
“She is our guest, LJ.”
“Mom, how come, Helen gets off and when I pee, you punish me.”
“LJ, you have a point. Fair is fair.”
“Helen, since you said you wanted to stay, then you must obey my rules of my house. I hope you enjoyed your little orgasms. Because now you will become ours to do whatever we want. And LJ will first do whatever she wants to you, while I watch. And if LJ does not do it right, she will be made to do it again and again. Helen, are the bottoms of your feet ticklish?”
Sandy stood behind me and whispered in my ear.
“I’m going to take off your cuffs. I don’t want you to fight us or try to get away. We are going to make you cum like no other woman has ever made you cum. We will not hurt you unless you agree to some pain. I know that sometimes a little pain is very good in driving a woman over the top. I will tell you everything we are going to to do before we do it. If you don’t want to go along with us, then leave now.”
“Ok,” I Answered.
Sandy uncuffed me, while LJ removed the hemostats from my smashed nipples.
“I want you to lie down on the bed. We are going to tie you spreadeagled to te bed. And then I am going to watch from the end of the bed while LJ has her way with you. She is going to first suck and tickle your toes and the very sensitive soles of your feet. I will ask you not to pee in my bed when you cum because if you do pee, then I will punish you myself. And I can be a bitch.”
I did not object as I was pushed back on to the bed. Nor did I say anything when Sandy and LJ pulled fastened my wrists to the iron head board. I did moan when they stopped near my breasts and each took a nipple in their mouths and sucked me. They did this while I tried to get off my squeezing my legs together. I was so close to cuming but somehow they knew that because my legs were suddenly spread and my ankles were secured to the end of the bed. I wanted to beg to cum but I had not begged for sometime. Sandy slipped a pillow under my head so I could see what LJ was going to do.
I watched Sandy move a chair close to the bed. She smiled at me as she spread her legs and dropped her hand into her pussy. Then she began to massage her clit. She knew what it was doing to me. Then I felt a warm wet mouth slid over my big toe and a very active tongue lick my toe. I reacted by jumping and trying to move my foot out of the way. But because of the ankle tie, I was helpless. She licked and sucked my other toe and I was so close to having a toe orgasm.
Then she withdrew her mouth. Now I was close to begging. But she did not stop for long because she began to tickle the soles of my feet. I screamed with laughter. She did not quit even when I begged her stop. I wanted her to stop because I felt the need to pee. I tried to yell that I was going to pee but I could not stop laughing. And of course the urge to pee just got worse.
Not only did I need to pee but I felt the brut of all orgasms boiling in my groin. And this time I did not beg but I came with an eruption of first cum then pee. And their was no mistaking the pee because it rose in a stream and hit LJ on her chest.
I stared at LJ and tried to say as softly as I could, please don’t tell your mother.
“Mom, Helen just peed,” LJ said.
LJ Stood up and pointed her finger at me. I wanted to tie that bitchy teenager down and see how she felt when I made her cum so much that some of her brain cells died.
“Helen, you have been a very bad girl. And now you are going to pay. Have you ever heard of figging? I have always wanted to see how a woman reacts to having fresh ginger slipped into her ass and her pussy. I read that ginger makes Ben Gay seem tame. I will tell you that it is the closet thing to being on fire with suffering any burns. And since you think its okay to make fun of my lovely daughter, you should be made to burn.”
Now, I was getting scared. This was a side of Sandy, I had never seen. I began to pull at my wrist and ankle ties but alas I was going nowhere fast.
I glared at Sandy as she reached into plastic bag and withdrew a ginger root. Yes, I had heard of figging and yes I wanted to see what it was like to have a lover experience the effects. But I wanted to be the one watching and not the one receiving! Sandy pulled on a pair of plastic gloves and took out a paring knife. Then she peeled the dry skin off the root and seemed to shape it. I was scared, yet terribly turned on.
“Now, lovely Helen, I want you to relax as I push this ginger into your ass. ”
Relaxing was not what I had in mind. But someone Sandy knew that I was not going to go along with this easily. LJ reached over and took my nipples in her fingers. She squeezed the living shit out of them. I relaxed as Sandy pushed the ginger into me. Then Sandy pushed a black butt plug to within an inch of my nose. She withdrew it and licked it several times. The plug was forced into my ass, holding the ginger. Okay, I thought. This is not so bad. Actually there was a cold sensation in my ass.
But wait. The cold stopped and now my ass was getting warm. Okay, I can handle this. The warm grew to hot and hotter. And fuck, it is hot. My ass is on fire. As I twisted and tried to get away from the pain, I watched throught tear clouded eyes as Sandy took another piece of ginger and touched it to my clit. This I felt, right away. My clit was heating up and so was I. I don’t know what happened to me but I wanted to fuck anything. My ass and clit were on fire. And I was flooding the bed with cum. The more I cam, the hotter was the sensation in my pussy and ass. My cum was flowing down to my ass.
Sandy pushed the piece of ginger into me and held it in place with her finger. I could feel my vaginal muscles spasming as the ginger did whatever it did to me. My pussy was trying to suck her fingers deep into me and I wanted more. Up until this time, LJ was just standing near the bed, fingering herself. Not to be kept on the sidelines for long, she got on the bed, lifted her leg over my head and lowered her pussy to my mouth.
LJ ground her pussy into my mouth as I tried to catch her clit with my teeth. As LJ came for the fourth time, she paused. This was enough time for me to catch her clit. I latched onto her clit with my lips and would not let her go. I attacked her clit with my tongue as her body convulsed. And convulse she did. And when I made her cum, she tasted like warm honey. And I held her clit in my teeth and she bucked and ground her pussy into my mouth.
As I was sucking her clitty, I felt a hand on my ankle. And my ankle was free. Then the other ankle was freed as well. LJ was so into having her orgasms she did not see what her mom was d0ing to me. Sandy released my wrists as well. When I reached up and grabbed LJ’s nipples with my free hands, LJ gasped. Sandy pulled LJ off of me.
I sat up.
“Now ladies, I think its my turn. You both have gotten off way too many times. Now I get to play. I want you two to rub your clits against each other. Lets see what it looks like to have a mother and daughter rub their clits against each other.” I watched as Sandy and LJ intertwined their legs so their clits were in direct contact. They were so close, there was hardly room for a feather between them. They each were leaning back on their hands for support. Then I got an idea.
“Do you have any nipple clamps Sandy?”
“Under the bed in the red box,” Sandy answered.
I reached under the bed and brought out the red box. My, my but the red box was full of toys and vibrators. And there were several sets of nipple clamps.
“LJ has never had nipple clamps.”
“Good,” I said as I took out the clamps. Each clamp was connected to a chain. I got up on the bed and took one of Sandy’s nipples in my fingers. I did not have to rub and massage her nipple very long. I took her nipple in my fingers and gave it a squeeze. Sandy moaned. Then I opened the clamp and slowly closed it over sandy’s hard nipple. I watched her eyes as the clamp bit into her sensitive flesh. Her upper lip quivered a little as the clamp bit down.
Then I looked at LJ. Her nipple was rock hard. “Does this excite you?” LJ.
“Sandy, I think your daughter likes this. Are you sure she has never done the clamps before?”
I attached the other clamp to each free nipple and then I sat back. Such a sight to see a loving mother with her nipples attached to her daughters nipples. But wait something was missing. I tied each of their wrists together so they could not move and get a way.
I went to kitchen, cut a nice size piece of ginger for each of them. Coming back into the bedroom, I reached into the red box of toys and removed two red butt plugs. I had each of my lovers lift herself up as I reached under her and inserted some ginger, then the butt plug. Then I slipped the biggest vibrator Sandy had, between their legs. The head looked like a basketball, so I knew it would press on all the right places. Actually the head of the vibrator slipped between their legs as though it was meant to. Then I switched it to hum. And hum they did. They jerked and twisted and moaned and came as I played them. And yet they stayed close to each other. The nipple clamps kept them close. And to make sure they remained together while I did some shopping, I tied their knees together so their legs were around each other.
I kissed LJ and Sandy and their lips and left.
‘We can’t stay like this,” Sandy yelled after me.
“You’ll stay like that until I release you. Hope you cum alot but remember, I don’t want either of you to pee or you will have hell to pay!”

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My Nephew and my Hot Tub – Part 4

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As I sat there for a sec with Jason cupping my ass, fear ran through my body again. “Oh my God, he saw us” I thought. I began to tremble a little and then my fear turned in to anger. I spun around and slapped Jason across the cheek. “What the hell do you think you’re doing young man?” Jason backed up a few steps and rubbed his jaw and chuckled, “Feisty one, aren’t we?” I just fumed and gave him a glaring look. He said, “Don’t worry Miss Landers, I’m not going to tell anyone. That is as long as you do a few favors for me.” I crossed my arms and said “I’m not doing any favors you have in mind. You don’t have any proof except your word against mine, and you’ve been in and out of juvenile school so many times no one will believe you.” He laughed, “Yeah that’s true, the juvenile part anyway, but I do have a cell phone that takes great pics and video. I got enough of Mark pounding away behind that sweet little ass of yours, that anyone will believe me, even your sister or the police.”
“Listen here you little shit”, I said “I’m not going to be blackmailed by any sixteen year old punk.” Jason turned to walk out and said “Fine, what’s the number for the HR department again?” “Ok, Ok, what do you want”, I stammered. He spun around quickly on his toe, and grinning he said, “Oh nothing much really, me and one of my buddies were going to take our girls to a party next weekend. But we need some Beer, Liquor, and Boones for the girls. I just need you to buy it for us.” I thought for a sec, but I didn’t have much of a choice. “Fine, you little asshole, I’ll buy your damn liquor. But if you get caught, it didn’t come from me.” Jason said, “Sweet” and pulled out a list from his pocket, “I’ll be by to pick it up Friday around seven.” My blood boiled as he strutted out the door.
The week went by pretty casually. I called Mark to see how he was doing and if he remembered to keep our little secret. He said he had, but was hoping we could hang out and play this weekend. I told him maybe Saturday, but we would have to see. Work came and went Friday, and I headed to the liquor store to pick up Jason’s list of things when I got off. I grabbed a bottle of tequila for myself as well and headed home. Jason showed up a couple minutes after seven with his buddy Kyle to pick up the alcohol. They came in dressed kind of cute with their ball caps on backwards. “They both have great bodies for young men”, I thought to myself. Kyle was a little shy, and quite a gentlemen, saying “Thank you so much Miss Landers” as he headed out the door. Jason slapped my ass as he walked out and said “Thanks, Sexy Mama” with a laugh. I couldn’t help but grin a little when I shut the door. Even though Jason was a little asshole, it was nice to be complimented by a hot young guy.
I settled in to watching some TV on the couch after dinner and mixing a margarita. I had slipped into a silky night gown and was watching a romance comedy on Cinemax. I was a little horny, cause I hadn’t had time for any hot tub visits this week because work was so busy. As the movie went off around ten, Cinemax After Dark started up with a cheesy tit flick and I found my mind wondering to thoughts of Jason and Kyle and those tight sexy asses of theirs. I slid my hands over my pussy and said matter of factly, “Yep, I’m wet, time for a little me time.” I rolled over on my back, scooted my night gown up a bit, and spread my legs. I sucked on my finger to wet it a little, and then slid it over my clit. I began to slowly massage it while I grasped my thigh with the other hand. I did it slowly for a while, just letting my orgasm build. Thinking about Mark’s little cock fucking me on the diving board while Jason watched had me really wet. I started breathing heavy, listening to the woman on TV moan, and I could tell I was going to cum soon. I started stroking my pussy faster and humping my hips against my hand. I was at that stage where you’re almost blacked out right before you cum when I heard the doorbell ring. I stopped suddenly and looked around. “Did I just imagine that?” I thought. Then it rang again.
I got up and went to the door, when I opened it, there stood Kyle and Jason. “Wow Miss Landers, you look a little red and flustered”, Jason giggled “Nice gown by the way. “ As I stood there stunned they waltz right on in with beer in hand. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I asked. “Oh” Jason said, “Well the party got busted up, and the girls wouldn’t put out. So Kyle and I figured we’d come drink over here for a bit.” I kind of glared at him with a questionable “WTF?” look. Jason winked at me, plopped down on the couch, and said “We figured you’d be cool with it.” Kyle kinda stood there star struck watching the naked women woman ride a guy on TV. “Niceee” Jason laughed, “Miss Landers watching a tit flick.” I blushed, and said, “I certainly was not, it just came on after the movie I was watching and I hadn’t changed the channel yet.” “Whatever”, Jason replied “Let’s do some shots.”
He went into the kitchen and grabbed the tequila out of the freezer and came back with it, salt, limes, and three shot glasses. Jason poured the first round and said “Bottoms up guys”. We downed it, and after about two more, it was obvious Kyle was passing out. He lay back on the couch, pulled his hat over his eyes, and was dead to the world. Jason said, “What a puss. He’s still a virgin too. I bet he’s never even had a blowjob.” I shot him a mean look, and said “Well it’s time for me to go to bed too.” Jason looked at me and said, “Oh hell no, it’s time for body shots. Did you think I was just gonna let you get away with just buying us beer? “
“Body shot off of who?” I asked. “Off you for starters” Jason said, “I gotta see those fantastic tits up close.” I stood up and said, “I don’t think so young man.” “Ah, Jason said, well guess I’ll just have to call Susan tomorrow and text her a few pics of her little boy getting his nuts off on his Aunt.” Jason was right, I really didn’t have any choice but to do what he asked. I decided I just go with it, and maybe he’d get bored and leave me alone. “Fine” I said, “go ahead.” He stood up behind me and slipped the straps of my gown off my shoulders and slid it down. I could feel his dick through his pants bulging against my ass as he peeled the gown over my breasts. He cupped them as whispered in my ear, “Man, Miss Landers, this are fucking fantastic.” He turned me around and poured a shot. Then leaned up and placed a lime wedge in my mouth and began running his tongue over my nipple as he grabbed my ass. I felt a shiver run through my body, and felt my pussy tingle a bit. I knew I was starting to get wet already. He took his mouth off my breast and sprinkled some salt on my nipple, then placed the shot glass in my cleavage and told me to press my tits together. I rolled my eyes and did as he said. He sucked the salt off me, grabbed the shot with his mouth, slammed it back, and then kissed me to take the lime.
“Wow, that was great Becky” Jason said as he sat down. “You satisfied now, can I go to bed?” I asked. “Satisfied”, he proclaimed “Interesting choice of words, and no I’m not. It’s your turn.” He lowered me down in front of his crotch and began to unbuckle his jeans. As he unzipped, I could see the huge bulge of his dick pressing against them. I knew what he had in mind, but I couldn’t believe I was about to do it without even putting up a fight. He lowered his jeans and boxers and his cock plopped out and nearly hit me in the face. It was a good seven inches long, and just the sight of it made horny as hell. Without a word I wrapped my lips around it and began to slowly suck on just the head. I stopped and sprinkled some salt on the tip. I looked up at him and he was just grinning down at me. In a quick motion, I grabbed the bottle, licked the salt of his cock, and chugged a shot. “God damn was that sexy!” he said. I didn’t wanna admit it, but those were my thoughts as well.
I knew what he was gonna say next, so I just took his cock back in my mouth and began to swallow it all the way down. “Fucking-A, Miss Landers, you give some great head” Jason moaned. I reached around and grabbed his ass as he placed his hands on the back of my head and he began to pump his dick down my throat. I could feel his nuts slapping against my chin with ever thrust, and my nipples brushed against his jeans as he fucked my mouth. My pussy was soaking wet and I really wanted to fuck him, but I didn’t want to encourage him either. Jason moaned, and said “Wow, Miss Landers, this is better than I was expecting, I’ve been saving this load up all week for you, and I don’t think I can hold it much longer.” I looked up at him and gazed into his eyes, never taking my mouth off his swollen cock. I reached around and cupped his nuts, I could feel them beginning to tighten and his cock got even harder. I knew it wouldn’t be long when he mumbled, “Oh shit, here it comes. I’m gonna fucking cum.” I felt his cock jump and throb in my mouth as released his load. He kept thrusting as I dug my nails into his ass and his warm cum begin to overflow past my lips, down my chin, and drip down onto my tits. He pulled his cock out and tapped it against my cheek. “That was fucking great Miss Landers” Jason said, as I smeared the cum over my tits, and licked the rest off my fingers.
I stood up and he wrapped his arms around me as slid his hands over my ass. “Stop it, I said, you got your little nuts off, now it’s time to stop.” “I don’t think so”, Jason said as he slid his hand past my ass cheeks and slipped a finger inside me. “Mmmmm”, he said “You’re soaking wet. I bet you’d like to get fucked. And I bet Kyle over there would love some head.” I had completely forgotten about Kyle, and glanced over to see he was still passed out. “He’s asleep” I said. “Don’t worry”, Jason replied, I don’t think he’ll mind, now get over there and pull his dick out.”
I did as I was told and crawled up on the couch and began to unbutton Kyle’s shorts and slide them down to his knees. Jason was getting undressed behind me and then I felt him sliding my gown the rest of the way off. I knew I should put an end to all this, but deep down I was extremely horny and the thought of letting this little shit blackmail me into fucking him and sucking off his passed out friend had me even hornier. I reached in Kyle’s boxers and pulled out his cock. It was soft but still about five inches long. I began to fondle his balls and took his limp cock in my mouth. “That’s it, you little slut” Jason said as he climbed on the couch behind me “I know you want this as bad as I do.” I began to suck on Kyle’s cock and felt the head of Jason’s dick part my pussy lips and slide deep inside me. He just let it sit there for a minute while I suckled on Kyle’s semi hard cock. I could feel Jason’s dick throbbing inside me, and I gave it a little squeeze with my cunt. “Damn that’s some sweet pussy, Miss Landers” Jason said, as he began to thrust his dick in and out me slowly.
Within a minute, Kyle’s cock was rock hard in my mouth and my pussy was tingling with every thrust of Jason’s dick as his nuts slapped against my clit. I didn’t wanna give him the pleasure of making me cum, but I knew it was gonna happen if he kept it up. He began hammering away at my cunt as I bobbed up and down on Kyle’s dick. I could feel an orgasm growing inside me and began to bounce my ass back against Jason. “That’s it, Baby” Jason said, “Ride that dick and get yourself off you little slut.” I was moaning as I swallowed Kyle’s cock down my throat and Jason grabbed my plump ass and buried his dick inside me. I felt my pussy about to explode and took my mouth off Kyle’s cock and began jacking him off. “Oh God Jason, you’ve gotta stop”, I said “I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop.” Jason just started fucking me harder, and his balls slapped against my clit sending me into to ecstasy. “Oh shit, Oh shit, that’s it, Baby” I whimpered “I’m cumming, I’m cumming all over your dick.” Right then I felt a warm spurt hit my face and realized Kyle was cumming. I buried my mouth over his cock and the sensation sent me into a deep orgasm. My pussy pulsed with pleasure and load after load of Kyle’s hot cum shot down my throat. I was in heaven and I swallowed every drop.
I pulled my mouth off Kyle’s cock and begged Jason to cum. “That’s it Jason” I moaned, “Gimmie that young hot cum Baby, cover me with that big load.” “Too late”, Jason stammered as I felt his dick throb inside me and cum being shot deep in my cunt. My pussy felt so warm and wet, and pulsed on his cock as he came inside me. “God damn, that some good pussy”, he said as his cock settled down inside me.
I wasn’t on the pill, but at the moment I didn’t care. I just collapsed with my head on Kyle’s lap, my pussy thoroughly satisfied and used. Jason smacked me on the ass, and said “I think I’m gonna make you my little cum slut Miss Landers.” I just purred “Mmmm Hmmm” and feel asleep.

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Oh Brother (Part 2 of 3)

(Caution: this hot story ends, as a continuation, at a pivotal moment 🙂 )
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A few days have passed since that incredible night under the stars. My brother Bryce has acted like nothing had happened. If I didn’t know any better, I would think the whole thing was a dream. But I knew different. Maybe pretending nothing occurred between us was his way of coming to terms with what really did occur.
My pussy was still sore from the incredible sexcapade in the hot-tub. Jim, my boyfriend, certainly was a fantastic lover, who really knows how to use his equipment, and also defines staying power very well. I always need at least a few days to recuperate from the major pounding I receive from his hefty cock. Even though days had passed, I still had the feeling, whether just in my mind, of two huge cum shooting cocks embedded in my mouth and the other deep up within my wet pussy. I certainly held the fabulous visuals in the front of my mind. The entire scenario of having two cocks buried in me at the same time has always been a fantasy. I never imagined it would really happen, but now that it has, I long for it again. Since that beautiful night, every time I think of it, I get so excited and wet. And believe me, I have thought about it non-stop.
I took a long bubble bath before going to bed and lying there with my eyes closed I replayed that entire night. I saw every fine detail; every inch, every throb, every drop of delicious cum. Soon I was thrusting two fingers knuckle deep into my quim and sucking on two fingers as if they were a throbbing dick. I could not believe how this incident has consumed me entirely. If I don’t act on it soon, I thought, I’d go totally crazy.
Climbing out of the tub, I dried off quickly and threw on my robe. I headed downstairs to get a glass of water, but as I walked past Bryce’ bedroom door, I heard a sound that made me stop suddenly. I quietly placed my ear closer to his door. No it was not the television as I first thought. Instead I heard Bryce saying my name repeatedly. “Yesss Brandi, oh yes…oh yea that’s it Brandi…fuck me sweet sis…” It was barely audible but loud enough to hear every word. I could also hear other sounds that grasped my curiosity. I reached out and turned the doorknob; unlocked, I excitedly learned. Slowly I turned the handle and the door quietly opened. I pushed it ajar about two to three inches. It took only a second for my eyes to adjust to the rooms surroundings.
Bryce lay on his back on his bed, totally naked. His eyes were closed tightly as opposed to mine, which were now open as wide as silver dollars. He had his hand wrapped around the shaft of his cock and he was masturbating slowly. I was mesmerized as his hand slid up and down the length of hard flesh. My eyes were glued to his magnificent hard-on. The swollen purple head glistened with leaking precum. Only did I look away, when his words filled the room. Again he was saying my name intermingled with sexual content. He was fantasizing that I was on top of him and he was fucking me. I instantly felt the tingling sensation between my legs as a watched him. Soon Bryce quickened his pace and started muttering the words “yesss here it comes sis, I’m going to fill your tiny puss full of cum”, he barely got the words out when his hand stopped, held his cock at the base tightly and then let go. His semen shot out forcefully. The first glob went up over his head towards the headboard; the second hit his shoulder. The next few throbs released cum onto his chest and belly. I could see the streams of spunk streak across his tanned chiseled abdomen. His face was twisted almost pain-like as he released his torrent of hot sticky cum. Cum that I, mentally, had caused. I smiled at the thought.
To prevent getting caught spying, I looked once more at my brothers gorgeous cock which was now deflating, and then silently closed the door. I went to bed feeling so naughty and fell asleep with the beautiful thoughts of what I just witnessed.
It was Friday night around 11:00pm when I came home angry. Jim and I had a great night out until we ended up in a stupid argument and I left his house in a huff. My phone was ringing off the hook as I got home, tossed my purse onto my bed and kicked my shoes off. I didn’t answer it however, knowing it was Jim wanting to apologize. I would let him sleep on his rudeness for a night. I quickly disrobed and put on just a T-shirt, as no one was home I didn’t bother leaving on any underwear. I went downstairs to the kitchen fixed a bowl of chips, poured a glass of milk, and then headed to the den to see what was on TV.
Mom and Dad were out at one of Dad’s corporate parties. Knowing they’d be drinking heavily they were to stay the night at the hotel where the event was being held. Bryce had gone out on the girl prowl with his best friend John and I couldn’t help but wonder what lucky girl my brothers’ fat cock was thrusting in to. “Some cheerleader probably”, I stated out loud with envy as I retrieved the remote control and laid back into the couch pillows under an afghan. Somewhere during the episode of “Sex in the City”, I guess I dozed off.
I opened my sleepy eyes slowly at the sudden sexual sounds that filled the now non-lit room and glanced to the television. Two men were screwing a gorgeous blonde kneeling on all fours. I heard my brother and John laughing and crudely commenting on what they witnessed on the screen. By the way they spoke, I could tell that they had been drinking and were feeling pretty good. As I feigned sleep, I watched the movie they obviously bought; “It sure as hell wasn’t cable”, I thought to myself. One guy lay under the girl and was thrusting his cock in and out of her pussy. The second guy was straddling her from behind, holding her long hair like reigns and pounding his huge cock into her ass. The girl was screaming and writhing in absolute pleasure as both slippery cocks slid in and out of the girl’s two overly stretched holes. My mind again started wandering aimlessly, wishing I were that girl. I felt my pussy get increasingly damp the longer I watched. I felt my nipples pressing against the thin cotton fabric of my T-shirt, and with each heavy breath they rubbed gently against the fabric. As the two guys sped up and synchronized their thrusting, I had to suppress my moans as I watched them withdraw their throbbing dicks, then one at a time, spray the lovely girl down with their hot, huge loads of jism.
Bryce broke the sexual ice with his sudden comment, “damn I’d love to do that with my sister”. John just laughed and said, “You are one sick fucker you know that. But I guess having a sister that is as hot as yours, could cause a guy to think that way.” I was smiling at the sweet comments and wondering what I could do to get something started. With the movie, the comments, and all my wicked thoughts, I had become unbearably horny. I had an idea.
After a few minutes, I tactfully and slowly inched my T-shirt up enough that I knew my bare pussy would be in full view, and then, still pretending I was asleep, I tossed and turned slightly, kicking the afghan down just enough to reveal myself. As I felt the cool air of the room suddenly caress the dampness of my womanhood, I knew I was totally exposed.
It was only a matter of a few seconds that I heard the two guys whispering. Barely opening my eyes I saw them looking at my crotch with lustful eyes. Bryce suddenly moved towards me and whispered my name, “Brandi, Brandi, are you awake?” I continued to pretend I was sound asleep. “She is out cold,” he said to John. “She looks so hot man,” he said. They were then whispering too quietly to hear. I kept my eyes closed, knowing they were close to me. The next thing I felt was the afghan being slowly taken away. Then very gently my outside leg was lifted up and draped off the edge of the couch to the floor. I knew my legs were now spread and my pussy was very accessible to anything. I stirred slightly just as someone would that was sleeping.
The next thing I felt took me by total surprise. I felt the wet warmth of a tongue licking my inner thighs. Gently it lapped at my tender skin working its way upward. I felt the hot breath against my now wet pussy and then the tongue slowly slid up the outer edges of my excited lips. I did everything I could to not moan out loudly. I felt the tip of the tongue push, gently pry me open, and then slither its way into my tight opening. No hands or fingers were touching me at all, just a tongue. Oh but what a talented tongue it was. Embedded deep inside me now, wiggling artistically around, it lapped at my inner walls. I opened my eyes just slightly to see that it was my brother who was tongue lashing me with such perfection. Out of the corner of my eye I could see John standing, watching, and rubbing the crotch of his jeans.
I felt my hips involuntarily begin to swivel slightly and quiet moans escaped my sleeping lips. “She’s waking up” I heard John say, almost panic like. Immediately the tongue was removed from my pussy and again Bryce called out my name. I did not respond, but silently I was upset that he stopped. I smiled inside as he began licking me again. This time he licked my entire pubic region. He commented to John about how my newly shaven pussy was as smooth as a babies butt and so sweet. I had shaven totally, just recently, and every day I shave my legs, I shave my pussy, keeping it as smooth as silk always. I don’t know what it is about a bald pussy, but it drives the guys wild.
Bryce lapped at my cunny like it was a Popsicle or something, completely covering it with his warm tongue. Every now and then it would slip in between my pussy lips and lap all the way up. Suddenly he stopped and then gently locked his lips onto my clit and using his tongue and his lips he worked my clit over like I have never ever felt. I could not help but moan out loudly and my eyes opened wide. I screamed out “oooohhhhh Godddd yessssss….pppleeeease don’t stop..oh pppleeeeaaaasssseeee yesssss.” He did not stop, whether he wanted to or not, my hands grasped his hair and pulled his mouth firmly into my mound.
I begged for him to continue as I placed one foot on the coffee table and the other onto the back of the couch. I spread my legs almost into the splits. He continued the ravishing assault on my clit with his sucking lips and swirling tongue. I was sucked right into heavenly bliss, pussy first. As the first shudders of my orgasm raced through my body, he sensed this and stopped abruptly. I screamed for him to not stop, but he did. He stood and quickly took off his shirt, almost ripping it off. Bryce looked at John and told him to lose his clothes too. Then I watched as my brother undid his jeans, lowered them swiftly, underwear included and kicked them off. He was already erect and his huge cock reared up its ferocious head, followed by a fat rippled shaft that protruded from a tuft of curly hair.
I watched as John more apprehensively disrobed. He too was sporting a nice erection. He grasped it and pumped it in his fist a few times. I watched as his balls bounced between his legs. My eyes quickly turned to Bryce who was also pumping his cock. I couldn’t help but notice how perfect his cock looked. It was about 8; maybe 9 inches long, actually bigger than I prefer, and very thick. It had a perfect upward bend, just slightly and was otherwise perfectly straight. The head was perfectly proportioned to the shaft. And the veins, ooohhh the veins. They rippled so predominantly around the length of his meat. It was definitely a picture perfect cock.
He kneeled again before my spread legs and again began munching on my now dripping pussy. His hands pushed and squeezed my spread thighs as his mouth continued to work me over. He then sat up, grasped both legs, and turned me around so my pussy was square to the edge of the couch, and in line with his raging dick. I watched as he took his trophy cock in one hand and gently open me with his other. He then placed the excited head to the tight entrance of my Promised Land. With a gentle thrust he pushed the head inside with a pop. I felt my lips stretch wider than they ever have before and wrap tightly around the intruding member. They closed around the ridge of the bulbous glands at the start of the long shaft. I breathed in heavily at the first feeling of his immensely thick penis.
He did not move for a few minutes as I got accustomed to his size. Then he began the slow descent into my hot, tight tunnel. My pussy felt as if it were being ripped. “He was so thick”, I thought to myself. He continued to push, gradually pulling back then slowly pushing again. Inch after inch of super hard cock flesh entered my tightness and eventually was embedded completely. I screamed with each throb as the tip was touching me deeper than I had ever been touched. Bryce’ pubic hair tickled my bald pussy as I clamped onto his unbelievable cock. I could feel his balls squished up against my ass. I could not help but think of how heavenly it felt and then the realism struck that it was my brother’s cock that was buried so deep inside my pussy; my brother’s cock that hurt so good.
After a little while he began to move, slowly at first, then much more quickly. I watched as his cock pulled all the way out and then slid back in, all the way. Over and over he did this and I watched as his cock glistened more and more with my juices. The shaft was now coated with my excitement. With each thrust of his manhood, a scream and moans exited my throat. I am definitely a screamer, a very verbal lover. When I’m getting fucked, believe me the whole neighborhood could know. “For shit sakes John,” Bryce then said, “will you please do something to stop her screaming.” It took only a second for John to be standing on the couch, one leg on each side of me and his hard-on thrust into my mouth. His swollen cock instantly muffled my screams. As I sucked on John’s cock, Bryce began to fuck me much harder. As the pleasure began to grow, so did the pain that his huge thrusting cock was causing. My screams were much more intense now, which only seemed to excite John even further. He was now sliding his penis in and out of my mouth just as fast as Bryce fucked my cunt. I could feel the cum-carrying balls both slamming against my ass and my chin.
It was only a matter of time before John screamed out his arriving pleasure. I placed my hands on his ass and held him there as I felt his cock explode in my mouth. I drank as he spurted and spurted. His cum was so hot as it slid down my throat. Never letting his cock out of my mouth, I felt him throb repeatedly, as he emptied his entire load into my throat. I reached around to his cock and squeezed his balls gently. I took his pulsating member in my hand and squeezed it upward, licking up any remaining goo that I appeared at the tip. I continued to lick and suck on John’s cock well after it began to go limp. I did this until his legs were ready to give out. He climbed down off the couch and went and sat down in a chair across from us.
I reached down and held onto Bryce’ hips as he continued to thrust his mighty dick in and out of me. Again I was moaning and screaming with each powerful thrust. “I have dreamed of this,” he said to me. “I have longed to feel your pussy wrapped around me, Brandi. Now I finally have and it is much better than any dream I ever had.” Through my moans I told him that since the hot tub incident, I hadn’t stopped wishing to feel his cock inside me. He grunted and thrust himself harder. I could feel his cock head pounding up inside of me. I clamped my legs around his back until he grabbed them and brought them up over his shoulders. In this position his cock felt even bigger and longer. He thrust into me so much deeper now. From the fucking that my dear brother was giving me, my emotions were running wild, and my immense orgasm was racing forward.
With every powerful thrust he lifted my ass right off the couch. He reached forward and pushed my T-shirt up revealing my breasts. He grasped the full flesh in his hands and massaged them. My nipples perked up further against his palms. He then began pumping his cock at a furious pace. His hips were a blur as they drove his nine inches of flesh in and out of me. Suddenly withdrawing completely, he stood up, took his cock in his hand and then released it. I watched as the tip erupted like a volcano. His white hot cum sprayed across my face and my tits. He came over and over, soaking me with his seed. I licked up the semen that was on my lips and savored the sweet taste of my brother. I rubbed the hot cum around on my breasts and belly and then brought my hands to my lips to lick clean. I love the taste of cum. I watched his hand slide up and down his cock finishing off his powerful orgasm, until I was wearing every last drop of his sweet sperm. I leaned up, feeling the cum tickle my breasts and tummy as it slowly trickled down my skin, I grasped Bryce’ softening cock and took it in my mouth. The taste of my own juices mingling with his cum was deliciously intoxicating. I licked every inch of his glorious cock clean.
My pussy throbbed from the tremendous fucking I just received. It was sore from the friction the sheer monster had made against my tender insides. But I still wanted more. My orgasm was right there and had been building for a while now. John was ready to go again, and Bryce asked him if he wanted to fuck his sister. John’s eyes gleamed and he quickly replied “hell yea”. Bryce told him to lie on his back on the floor. “Brandi wants to ride you to heaven and beyond.” As John lay down, his heavy cock really got my interest as it slapped against his lower belly. Bryce said he’d be right back and left the room. I didn’t hesitate at all in moving toward John and straddling his hips. Once in position, I quickly grabbed his new erection and directed it to my well-fucked pussy. I sat straight down on him. As wet as I was, John’s nice cock slipped into the hilt, fairly easy. Still as tight as I was, I felt the lips stretch to accommodate his girth. Not nearly as big as Bryce, his cock actually felt much better. It was closer to the size I prefer.
He immediately began thrusting his penis into me. Soon he was lifting his ass all the way up off the carpet to pound his pole into me. I reached up and removed my T-shirt and threw it aside. John took advantage of this, pulling me forward, his mouth sought out my nipples and sucked on them hard. “Damn girl, you have the sweetest body I have ever seen. And these tits, they’re perfect.” He again went to nibbling and sucking on the globes of flesh. Soon Bryce came back into the room drinking a beer and announced that he was going to try something new. “I just know my lil’ sister has been longing to feel this. So I shall make her fantasy come true.” I was slightly puzzled at what he was up to. It didn’t take long to find out.
He rewound the tape in the VCR to the blonde getting fucked by the two guys. Immediately I felt a shiver go up my spine as I learned what his intentions were. “No way”, I immediately shouted out, “There’s no way I’m taking a cock up my ass. I have never done that and don’t want to start now. AND I’m certainly NOT going to start with yours, even if I did want to try. Your dick is way too big.” “Even better”, he replied, “A virgin ass, that I get to have first. I promise I’ll be gentle. Hold her John”. John quickly wrapped his arms around my back and held me tight. My breasts mashed against his chest. For the first time I could smell the alcohol on his breath and realized suddenly that these two were still quite drunk. I was competing against two strong guys that were fueled by hormones, alcohol, and lust and driven by the scent of an excited, wet pussy.
I panicked and fought against John’s grip but to no avail. I also pleaded with my brother to please stop. “This was just not funny any more,” I screamed out. The more I fought and wiggled the more I felt John’s cock throbbing inside my cunt. The more I screamed and panicked, the more excited my brother seemed to become. “C’mon sis, you know you want this. Two big cocks buried in you, side by side,” he said. “Both thrust up into your depths. Every woman fantasizes about that. Hell the only thing missing will be a third cock crammed in your throat to muffle your screams,” he continued. “Trust me, you will love it.”
He was right; I did want it and would love it, but was petrified. The sheer size of his cock scared me more than anything. Surely he would injure my tiny virgin ass. I felt him behind me and realized that I was in a perfect position for him to take my ass if he wanted to. The tiny puckered entrance was inviting him to come in and play. Skewered by John’s steel-hard cock and held down by him, I knew I could not escape the impending ass fuck I was about to receive. My mind was racing in a million different directions looking for a way out…
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Vacation with my family – part I

This is the beginning of my story about a lot of fucking. This story will contain incest so if you don’t like it or don’t want to read it, choose another story. Have fun and please write comments and vote.

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Family Circus – Ch. 3

We drove immediately over to the seamstress where Mom said, “I’ll just wait here in the car. You go on in.” I went into the shop, finding that it was owned by Koreans. There three women working at sewing machines; they looked like they may be grandmother, mother, and daughter based on their ages. The middle aged one greeted me as I handed her the paper from Dr. Vernon.
I told her, “Dr. Vernon sent me for a custom fitted supporter,” as she was reading the paper.
Looking at me she said, “One minute, please,” then turned toward the other two women telling them something in Korean. They both giggled as grandmother nodded and got up from her sewing machine.
Grandmother motioned to me to follow her saying, “You come this way. I fit you.” In the back she motioned me to a little platform with a three-way mirror behind it. “You take of pant, I get pattern cloth,” she said as she turned to a table and pawed through several piles of cloth. I removed my cargo pants and stood there waiting. She turned toward me with a piece of cloth in her hand and when she looked at me, I saw her eyes fix momentarily on my penis and testicles at the hem of my boxers before looking me in the eyes and saying, “No, no, you need shorts off, too.”
I just mumbled, “Oh, okay,” as I bent over and took off my shorts.
As I stood back up, grandmother eyeballed my penis and testicles saying, “Ahh, you big. We fix right up.” She rolled a stool over on the floor to the edge of the platform and motioned me toward her. “I use this to make pattern. We make supporter from soft cloth.” She held the cloth up to my groin area, pressing it in on either side of my hanging equipment and pressing up from below my legs then began to make some chalk marks on the pattern cloth. Her touch made me begin to engorge again and almost immediately, my penis was arching, still hanging down but out in front of my thighs. As my penis pushed her pattern cloth away from me, grandmother giggled and said, “Can’t fit you with that. You go in bathroom and take care of it.” She motioned toward a door on the other wall.
“Right now?” I asked.
“Yes, yes, you want supporter today, right?” she prodded. I stepped off the platform and headed toward the door to the bathroom. It was small but clean and I shut the door behind me as I looked around. No lock on the door. Oh well, she knows I’m in here.
Standing in front of the toilet, I began to stroke my hardening penis until it was about fully erect, standing a little higher than straight out horizontally from my abdomen. It felt like it may take me a few minutes to make it happen having just cum about a half hour ago. I tried to picture something in my mind to help me along and ended up fixed on the hand job that Dr. Vernon had given me in the name of medical science. That seemed to be helping when I heard the bathroom door open to my left. I looked over and grandmother poked her head in asking, “How you doing?”
“Okay, I guess,” I replied. Her head disappeared but the door remained open partway.
In a moment, the door opened further, grandmother and mother were standing there. Grandmother said, “We watch, okay?” as mother nodded her head.
All I could do was nod my head as the extra attention was pushing me quickly toward an orgasm. “Oh shit, here it comes,” I thought as I continued to stroke while aiming toward the bowl as best as I could. Four large ropes of semen shot from my penis in rapid succession followed by two smaller ones, and then a few dribbles. I continued to stroke slowly as the orgasm faded.
“Ahh, good,” I heard from the doorway. When I turned to look, all three of them were standing there, grandmother, mother, and daughter, nodding their heads in approval. Mother and daughter turned and walked away as grandmother stood there watching me milk the last few drops from my penis. It was completely flaccid now after its endeavors as I turned toward the door and grandmother.
“Okay?” I asked.
“Yes, better,” she replied. I followed her back to the platform where she made some more marks on the pattern cloth, measured my waist, and the distance from ly waist in front on my abdomen to my waist in back above my butt, the tape carefully placed to the right side of my penis and testicles. “You wait here. Put on pants if you want, while I make supporter.” I figured, “What the hell. It’s not like they haven’t seen me,” so I just sat down in an old wooden swivel desk chair in just my T-shirt and socks, testicles laying on the cool wood of the chair seat, penis hanging slightly off the front of the seat.
Passing the time looking around the room, I heard someone in front saying, “Come back here, we fit you Mrs. Borman.” Before I could cover up, mother and an older woman, probably in her late sixties rounded the corner. The older woman, tall and overweight stopped short when she saw me sitting there.
She stared at my penis hanging off the front of the chair seat for a moment then regained her composure. “Oh my. Are you here to get the hem taken up in that thing, young man?” she asked with a smile.
“Custom fitted supporter, ma’am,” I told her. “I can go out front and wait if you’d like.”
She seemed to consider that idea for a moment then said, “You can’t go out front like that. Besides, I kind of like the scenery and at my age I have no modesty left,” as she stepped up on the platform and pulled her top off over her head. Her bra was huge, the back about four inches wide at the clasps. Reaching around behind her, she undid the multitude of clasps letting the bra fall off her shoulders. Huge tits tumbled out. They were massive, hanging down below her waist. “And you think you’ve got problems, young man,” she glanced my way. “Nothing to match a fat old lady like me.”
Mother was working on her with her measuring tape, measuring every which way and writing in a small notebook before having her lean over at the waist. Those huge udders hung down, way away from her body and the lady helped mother keep the tape measure in place to measure her overall size around her upper torso including the long trip toward the floor and back to travel down and back around those hanging fun bags. Straightening back up, she looked toward me and saw that I had a partial erection. Instead of laying on and over the edge of the chair seat, my penis was sticking almost straight out, lying on the edge of the seat and poking out beyond like the end of a teeter-totter. “I’ll take that as a compliment, young man,” she said as she leaned over to collect those tits into the cups of her bra before straightening back up to fasten all the clasps in back. After pulling her top on over her head, she stepped down off the platform and came over next to me. Patting me on the shoulder she said, “Good luck with that supporter, young man. They do very good work here.” Then she turned and headed out toward the front of the store.
Sitting there alone again, I was soon bored and my erection faded as the end of my penis hung down off the edge of the seat. After a while, grandmother returned with a supporter in her hand. How the hell someone can whip up something like that so fast I have no idea. She handed it to me and said, “You try on.” I stood up, penis and testicles swaying between my legs as I stepped into the support one foot at a time. The sack part of the supporter looked rather large, but my equipment filled it up. As I was trying to figure out how to pack my penis into the sack, which way was most comfortable, grandmother was helping me, pulling gently on the sides of the soft material and actually moving my testicles around a bit. All packed in I straightened up and found that it was actually pretty comfortable. It felt odd to not have the weight of my penis and testicles tugging at me. Grandmother asked, “Fit good. You like?”
“Yes, it’s very comfortable. Thank you,” I told her.
“I give you bill up front. You mail check,” she told me as she walked toward the front of the store.
I pulled off the new supporter, penis and testicles swinging free and was just picking up my boxers when daughter appeared around the corner. With very little Asian accent she asked, “Does the supporter fit well?”
“Yes, it does. It’s very nice. Do you want to see?” I asked.
“No, that’s okay. My grandmother does very good work. She can almost just look at a woman and make a bra that fits perfectly,” she told me. “Both my mother and grandmother are very impressed by your size. Actually, I am, too. I’ve never seen anything like that.”
“Yeah, I guess I’m a bit of a freak show,” I told her as I pulled on my boxers and arranged myself in them.
“No, not a freak, just very big,” she told me as I fastened the waist of my cargo pants and buckled my belt. “You have a nice day,” she finished before going into the bathroom and closing the door.
I walked up front where grandmother handed me a bill and said, “Come back, three weeks, we check supporter.”
“Okay, thanks,” I told her as headed out of the shop to the car.
“When do you get your supporter?” Mom asked as I got in the car.
Raising the little bag in my hand I replied, “Got it already. They’re fast. Here’s the bill,” handing her the bill from grandmother.
Back home, Mom reminded me as we walked into the kitchen, “Don’t forget doctor’s orders, Bobby. Here,” as she handed me the specimen cup.
As I was leaving the kitchen, Vickie came in the other door asking, “What did the doctor say?” I motioned toward Mom as I left and headed to my room to flop on my bed.
Later that evening after dinner, I was lying on my bed listening to the radio when Mom came in. “Did you follow Doctor’s orders? Here’s a piece of paper we can record your output on,” she said as she handed me a piece of paper.
“We?” I asked.
“Well, I want to make sure you measure and record it accurately,” she replied.
“I’m not an idiot, Mom,” I told her somewhat crossly.
“Bobby, I’m your mother. Mothers have certain prerogatives,” she told me. “I want it done right for the doctor. Have you collected any output that we need to record since we got home?”
“No, Mom, I haven’t,” I replied.
“Well then we probably should,” she replied.
“They already collected a sample from me this morning at the doctor’s office, Mom,” I told her, conveniently omitting information about the load I deposited in the toilet at the seamstress.
“The doctor ordered ‘at least daily’ meaning one or more times, and she told me more than once would be better.”
“I didn’t hear anyone say that,” I said.
“Dr. Vernon told me in the hallway, before the nurse and I came back into the room,” Mom replied.
“She did?”
“Yes, she did. So now might be a good time,” Mom said, more like an order than a request.
“Right now? Right here?” I asked.
“You can’t do it in the shower like you usually do, it would be hard to use the specimen cup in there and get an accurate reading,” she said. “So right here seems like a good, controlled place to do it.” When she saw the look on my face she added, “What? You don’t think I know what you do in those long showers?”
“Whatever,” I said as I laid there.
She walked over and shut my door before returning to my bedside saying, “Okay buster, right now. Pants off.”
“Mom,” I pleaded.
“Now, Bobby. It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked plenty of times,” she told me.
“But not jacking off,” I replied as I pulled my pants and boxers down and off my feet, tossing them on the foot of the bed. Then for good measure I pulled my T-shirt off over my head and tossed it on my pants and boxers.
“Oh, wait a minute,” she told me as she turned and went out in the hall, leaving my door open. While she was gone I saw Vickie walk by my door and glance in at me, lying there naked on my bed. When Mom returned she had a box of tissues in her hand as she closed the door behinds her.
“You left the door open and Vickie walked by and saw me,” I told her.
“Oh, sorry. It doesn’t really matter. She knows what’s going on,” Mom replied matter of factly. She produced a tube of K-Y Jelly from the pocket of her robe and handed it to me. “Do you want this?”
“I guess so,” I replied.
I squirted a good amount of the K-Y into my palm then lifted my penis from lying between my legs onto my abdomen trying to stroke it at the same time. With its length and as flaccid as it was, when I tried to stroke it it just bent on itself instead of sliding through my hand. Mom said, “Oh here,” as she grasped the base part of my shaft in her right hand. “Is that better? It won’t move around on you now.” A more successful stroke on my part was her answer and I began to stroke in earnest now as my penis gained in stiffness. As I continued to stroke, I realized that Mom was gently stroking the base of my penis with her right hand before switching to her left. I felt her light touch on my testicles, lifting them, letting them roll around on her right palm and fingertips as she began to slowly stroked with her left.
That was really turning me on. My own mother handling my testicles and penis like that and I felt myself rising toward an orgasm. As my hips began to rock Mom stopped stroking with her left hand and picked up the specimen cup as she continued to fondle my testicles with her right hand. “Almost there, baby? It’s okay, you just go for it,” she said softly. As I was just about to cum, she moved quickly, her right hand pushing my hand out of the way to grasp my penis and continue stroking it as she positioned the cup to catch my semen. Aiming my penis into the specimen cup she continued to stroke as it began pulsing, ejecting several good sized ropes of semen into the cup followed by some smaller spurts and then a few drips. Slowing her hand to a stop, she held my penis for a few moments before laying it down on my abdomen. Raising the cup in her hand to the bedside table lamp, she squinted through the translucent plastic at the numbers before mumbling to herself and writing the date, time, and quantity on the piece of paper she’d brought in the room.
“Okay, now that wasn’t so difficult, was it?” she asked. “I need to get to bed after I rinse this out.” Leaving the room she said “Good night,” as she closed the door behind her. I laid there on the bed, semen oozing from my now softening penis lying there on my abdomen.

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Charity Starts At Home: Chapter 1 : Mother-Daughter Reunion

Charity Starts At Home : Part 1 : Mother-Daughter Reunion
Despite what the world might have you believe, no one starts out as a slut. That being said, no one intends to become a slut either even when they are enroute to becoming one. Arriving at “slutdom” is shocking and appalling to some, who then run fleeing ashamed at the woman they’ve become. Others embrace this newfound sexual liberty and explore it for everything that it is worth.
My name is Charity Jones. I am a fulfilled slut. This is my story.
As I mentioned before, no one starts out as a slut and I am no exception. I was never abused, never had a drug addiction, no criminal record and my parents loved me very much. I was a straight A honour-roll student, and went to church every Sunday. I intended to save myself for marriage and settle down with 2.5 kids and live happily ever after in the suburbs.
For all intents and purposes that’s exactly how I appear to be. I’m happily married to a wonderful for nearly 20 years now. We have two lovely girls who are about to embark onto college themselves. I still go to church every Sunday and was a part of the PTA. How ever, I’m also a swinger and run my personal pornographic website.
That is getting far ahead of myself though . As I approach my 40th birthday in a few months , I have decided to look back and see where it all started. You must forgive me as it starts out very slowly, but every good story has its own history; and mine is one heck of a back-story.
My parents hated each other and they divorced when I was only six. How they managed to stay together even that long was a complete mystery. My father gained complete custody and forbade my mother from seeing me. He raised me to hate my mother, mincing no words calling her a “slut” and a “whore” when we were not in mixed company With having no access to her, I naturally believed my father implicitly and grew to hate my mother as well.
Father doted on me in a material yet distant and aloof way. Business and money was his first mistress. He had hinted at growing up poor and never wanted that for his only child. Thusly I grew up a little isolated and to be completely honest; a little spoiled.
But all of that came to a crashing halt when my father went to jail. It turned out most of his business dealings had been built on fraud and on money that didn’t exist. In the space of a few months I had gone from rich Daddy’s girl to pauper. And then the worst came to light.
I would have to move in with my mother.
I hardly could move out on my own, I had just turned 16 and being a teenage high school drop out didn’t leave me much choices.
I was going from a sprawling house in an upper class suburb and private school to god knows what in a small town. Adding insult to injury, I had to take a bus halfway across the country to do so. I arrived in this south-western town with nothing but two suitcases to show for any of my previous life.
When my mother pulled up to the bus depot she was hard not to pick out. I had received letters from my father’s lawyer telling me she was flamboyant but this really took me by storm. I couldn’t figure out if it was her hair, her clothes or her car that made my eyes burst of my skull.
Mother had pulled up to the bus-depot in a hot pink cadilac convertible with the top down. The interior was a faux-fur zebra lining. Fuzzy dice and the Playboy bunny dangled from the rear-view mirror. Van-Halen thundered out of the speakers.
Mother got out of the caddy and I got my first real look at her. She was quite tall, possibly 5’ 10” or so, and it didn’t help that she was wearing white leather cowboy boots which added another couple of inches. She wore Daisy-Duke denim shorts as well. Adding to this was a white tube top which could barely contain her very ample bust. To top this all off was a white cowboy hat.
I am a study in contrasts and similarities to my mother. Whilst I inherited my father’s petite stature coming in at barely 5’ 3”; I also inherited my mother’s physique: the corn stalk blonde hair, blue sparkling eyes and the same shapely hourglass figure topped with an equally generous bustline. While my breasts were always an embarrassment to me, mother seemed to flaunt hers.
Mother all but burst out from the pink convertible and rushed toward me, her cowboy heels clopping and her tits bouncing as she darted to me. I was so mortified that my face must have burst red as I tried putting up a brave diplomatic smile. She quickly wrapped her arms around me in a very forward hug and since I only came eye to eye with her cleavage, I found my face buried between them.
“ Oooh-wee, my dahlin baby girl has bin returned to me!” , Mother twanged out in an unmistakably deep-southern drawl.
I managed to extricate myself from the mammory mauling and extended my hand cordially. This was the tramp that had abandoned me and my father. The last thing I was going to do was pretend that this was a happy family reunion.
“ Charity Jones, a pleasure to meet you Mother.”, I said using my best boarding school voice with the right tinge of bitch to get my point across.
Looking at her I instantly regretted what I had just said. The look of deep rooted pain that flashed in her eyes was almost too much to bear. I don’t know what she was expecting from me after twelve years of abandonment , but it was clear even to me that I was a bit out of line as well.
We both stood there uncertain as to what to do or say , and I noticed we both turned red in our upper cheeks when we were upset. I was about to apologize when she took my hand.
With a brave smile and a deep breath Mother said , “ The pleasure is all mine Charity.”
We unclasped hands and stood staring at each other for a few moments. It was clear neither of us knew what to say or do next, nor what was expected of us. We were separated by 10 years of time and by light years of understanding.
Mother broke the silence , “ I’d prefer if ya called me Momma or Mom, but if ya can’t call me that… I reckon I’ll settle for Dianne, or just Dee.”
“ Alright Moth-”, I stumbled on the word again, “ Momm–”
“Dee” , she smiled at me
“ Dee”, I breathed out relieved, “ alright, Dee.”
With the initial awkwardness out of the way, Dee and I got into the car. It felt strange calling her Dee, but I just could not get myself to call her Mother or Mom, let alone Momma. We drove away and into town
Dee went on and on in her southern drawl pointing out the landmarks in town as I broiled in the next seat. I barely noticed her as my internal monolgue had me griping about the backwoods town I had been dropped into. There couldn’t have been more then 10 thousand people living here. It was a distant satellite town, not too far away from the city to be rural and not too small enough to be quaint. And I hated it from look one.
We eventually came to a rail crossing and my heart sunk as I could almost predict where we were going next. To none of my surprise we eventually pulled into a trailer park ironically named ‘Millionaire Acres’. It was official; my mother was trailer park trash . Thusly I was also to be trailer park trash.
It was a motley assortment of RV’s, mobile homes and doublewide trailer home units. Ranging from well kept homes of retirees to ramshackle domiciles of what were clearly the dregs of this town. If there was a wrong side of the tracks to this town, we had literally crossed it. It was laid out in a circular design surrounding a Laundromat attached to a corner store, which in turn was attached to a bar.
My new home was one of the larger units, but it still could all fit into half of the main floor of my old home. It was on the outer with a view of the local brewery around back.. A small deck skirted the front. It was a two bedroom place with the master bedroom at the back end and the secondary bedroom flanking it. On the other side of the small hall was the bathroom . The front of the trailer was a living room with a kitchenette /dining room that all but looked into the living room.
It was kitschy, it was camp. Thick shag rug carpeted the living room. There was a velvet Elvis behind the TV. Lots of little crystal figurines. The zebra motif continued from the car as the couch and love seat were in the same pattern. A brief peek in the kitchen showed what Mothe…, what Dee had for breakfast; a six pack of beer.
I was in hell. But at least hell had air conditioning.
“ Welcome to your new home Charity” , Dee said giving a twirl as if showing off the grandeur of the environs.
Dee continued, “ Your bedroom is just down the hall, you just settle yourself in and we can catch up on all we missed.”
I turned and looked down the hall to the bedrooms. And that’s when I had enough.
On what was clearly the door to my bedroom was a cardboard pink teddy bear with the words ‘ Charity’s Room’ in bold happy letters outlined in sparkles. Enough was enough.
“ Listen Dee,” I said to her coldly , “ I appreciate what you’re doing for me, but I am not twelve nore is this some sort of happy reunion.”
The smile drained from Dee’s face completely and once again I saw the hurt. It was better I say this all now then let it fester over time. Hurt a little now avoid homicide later I considered.
I continued, “ I am here because I do not want to be homeless drifter. You abandoned us and I think it’s only fitting you actually be willing to give a damn about me for a couple years”
Now there was some anger in Dee’s eyes but coupled with that hurt she began to interject, “ Is that what you really think…”
I interrupted with a wave of my hand and continued, “ I do not really care about the excuse and lies you have for ignoring me. Maybe we can be friends in the future but for now I just want to go hide until I graduate and can get out of this shithole.”
I abruptly turned my back on her proud of my defiant stand. Someone had to put that bitch in her place and remind her of the lives she had ruined. I dragged my suitcases into my bedroom and was about to throw them on the bed. That’s when I saw it, and that’s when it stopped me cold.
The room was a shrine. A shrine to me. There were picture of me everywhere. Me as a little girl on a pony. Me at my first day of ballet. Me in my cheerleader uniform. Me winning first prize at the school science fair. Mountains of teddy bears surrounded the bed. The bed itself was the centre point; it was covered in letters. At a glance I could see they were all addressed to me.
I dropped the suitcases and staggered to the bed and sat down. I felt light headed. People say that before they die they see their life flash before their eyes. It was the same thing for me as I sat on the bed and picked up one of the letters.
On the letter, beneath my old scratched out home address were three words written in the unmistakable handwriting of my father
*** Return to Sender***
I covered a mouth that wanted to scream with my freehand, but I couldn’t scream. I could barely breath. My heart had crammed itself into my throat and wanted to burst in a thousand bleeding pieces as I realized the immensity of what this was.
From the doorway Dee softly spoke as I choked back sobs.
“ Every birthday. Every Christmas. Every time you began a school year and every time it ended..”
The tears began to burn down my cheeks as I rummaged through the enormity of my father’s betrayal in the form of never opened mail. There were dozens upon dozens. And as I wept, Dee continued.
“ Every Halloween and every Valentine’s Day. Every time you got an A on your report card..”
I looked up as she softly crossed the room and sat down on the bed beside me. She understood what I meant to ask, what I needed to know, needed to hear ..all of that in a single glance.
“ Oh yes, your father kept me up to date on your life, but…”, she trailed away for a moment and came back, “ but it came at such a heavy price.”
She took my hand in hers and for the first time in my life I could actually feel love pour into me. Unconditional. Forgiving . Love.
“ The price was “, Dee continued, “ was that I could never see you. If I ever came to see you or try to speak to you…”
Dee herself now choked up and I squeezed her hand right back. In all the years I had lived with my father had I ever had a moment so personal and honest. I wanted to project that forgiveness right back to her , but I knew she wasn’t finished.
The tears welled up in her eyes too, but she finally managed to finish, “ …if I ever tried, he would take you away where I would never find you again, and I just couldn’t bear to give up what little I had left of you.”
The wallks broke down and we were bare before each other, victims of treachery, victims of love.
“ Ohhhh Momma…”, I began t cry
She held me close to her and rocked me gently like a child until the tears began to end. She stroked my hair and reminded me over and over again how sorry she was. How much she loved me.
“ I’ll never leave you Momma, “ I cried into her shoulder, “ I swear.”
And I never did.
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The next few days Momma and I were inseperable.
I couldn’t call her Dee anymore, it was a stunning transformation. In just a handful of days this woman had gone from hated stranger into what was quickly becoming the center of my universe. It was like I was trying to squeeze in all my lost childhood with her into those early days.
Momma and I also had a lot of serious moments too though, learning the truth about the divorce was a lot to handle but I had to hear it all. Even after discovering that my father had forbidden Momma to contact me I was still shocked and disgusted to hear some of the other things he had gotten up to.
Momma explained to me that they had gotten married simply because she was pretty and he had gotten her pregnant with me. She was a teen mother and that he came from money. She was young and pretty and made a good trophy wife and it seems that’s where the love had ended.
Father cheated on her all the time, there were always women in his life he never made any secret of it. Momma’s role it seemed was to raise me and stay pretty at parties. But over time, father grew tired of the southern blonde he had married who embarrassed him her twang and graces in social circles, she was a viewed as a bumpkin, so he decided to get rid of her.
Father bribed Momma’s personal trainer to seduce her, and even then it took months to do so. Momma was still determined to be a faithful wife but the trainer and finally succeeded. Father made sure there were photo’s to prove my mother’s infidelity . The divorce was an open and closed case, she couldn’t prove his infidelity and he had photographic evidence of hers.
With no job skills, no work history and no means of support, there was no chance of gaining custody of Charity. So Momma headed back home and made do any way she could. She always sent me money though when she could, I discovered this when we opened the letters. A twenty here, a fifty there; it all added up over twelve long years and realized there was quite a nice lump of money there.
We went shopping for new clothes for me, my upstate northern clothes were not exactly going to help me in the south western heat. Momma tried getting me the same style of skimpy clothes she wore, extolling me to show off the goods Mother Nature had given me, but I insisted on keeping to a more conservative style of dress. Even so, I found a number of skimpy tops and tight jeans in my new wardrobe when we got home.
I even managed to update my room to that of a teen girl’s and still spoil myself a bit. A ghetto blaster, walkman, some make up, some posters and a bunch of music tapes ( this was the 80’s after all). I even bought some exercises for Momma and me. I still had a few hundred dollars left afterwards.
We both loved musicals and ABBA, we had the same sense of humour too. Momma was quite intelligent despite not having finished high school herself and she was a voracious reader. Most of what she read were trashy novels, but she quickly took to my classics. In turn I grew to be as equally hooked on her soap operas.
Momma worked nights at a bar called the Zebra Club on the outskirts of town and I was an early riser. So when she got up in the morning, I’d have breakfast waiting and then we’d work out in front of the TV and hang out the rest of the day. All in all it was a great first week for what I thought was going to be a great summer before school started.
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Things took a very interesting change came the first Friday night though and it would be the thing that sent me on the path to being the slut I am today.
Momma and I were having breakfast when she matter of factly told me that she sometimes had gentleman callers ( her words, not mine) spend the night over. It shouldn’t have been a surprise, she was single and very attractive after all. I had to remember she had been single for 12 years and that I wasn’t going to be the only person in her life. I assured Momma that I had no problems with it and the subject was quickly forgotten.
Momma went to work that night and I settled into the couch for a night reading one of Momma’s trashy novels and some bad TV. Eleven o’clock hit and I was officially tired out and went to bed.
I don’t know how long the noises had gone on by the time they had woken me up. I was still new to the house and sometimes strange new noises woke me up, but this was definitely something I had never heard before. It was a rhythmic banging sound accompanied with gurgling and sloshing , not to mention the groaning and moaning. And it was coming from Momma’s room.
Momma’s room was off limits, she had made that clear from day one.It was her personal space and the place she escaped the world. To elaborate the point it was the only door in the trailer that had its own lock. And it was always locked.
As I woke , I could clearly tell the groans were Momma’s. They were accompanied by occasional grunts from her as well. And the banging and the gurgling and the sloshing continued. This was beyond bizarre for me and I had to investigate it.
I was a bit sheltered but I should have realized what the groaning was all about, I wasn’t completely that ignorant after all. But the other sounds were a complete mystery and for all I knew she was actually in trouble and I would never forgive myself if I had let something happen to her just to avoid embarrassing myself.
I softly got out of bed in my nightee and creeped out my door. Merely stepping out into the hall a soft glow suffused me down the short hallway in the distinctive hue of a television glow, and it emanated from Momma’s bedroom. The groans, gurgling, banging and sloshing were louder and were clearly from the open door to her room.
Clothing was strewn across the hall leading into Momma’s bedroom and I took a couple of quiet steps and looked through the door which was open a couple feet. I gasped at the sight I beheld.
There was my Momma as naked as the Lord made her on her knees with her face down on the bed. Behind her a large BLACK man was clearly fucking her hard.
It took me a couple seconds to take it all in and register what was happening. The sex and everything in the room took my breath away.
The sloshing, the gurgling and the banging were coming from the bed itself. It was a waterbed ( it was the 1980’s) and the water cushion was clearly getting a workout. The bed spread and quilt were in Momma’s favourite style; zebra. The banging itself was from the headboard itself banging against the wall every time the BLACK man thrusted into her. How the bed didn’t break escaped me.
The TV glow showed itself to be a pornographic movie playing some big breasted blonde bimbo sucking the engorged penis of yet another BLACK man.
If you’re wondering why I’m putting such emphasis on the word BLACK you have to understand I have never met an actual black person in my life. I had lived in an upper-class white neighbourhood all my life. The closest I had ever come to seeing a real black person was on TV. I had been taught nothing but the upper class racism and bigotry of my father. In his eyes , black people were athletes, entertainers or rapists, criminals and thieves.
But seeing this in the flesh had me very……aroused?
I couldn’t take my eyes off of the spectacle. Here was my Momma in all her glory having this large black man have his way with her! From the angle they were facing she had her face turned away and the black man was clearly enjoying himself too much to glance at an open door. I could clearly see all the action though from my place just outside the door. It was fantastic!! Every time he pulled away from her I could see his large dark penis out from Momma.
I had never seen an actual penis before outside of National Geographic magazines , and never anything like this! He was thick and long, that much I could tell and every time he pushed back into her I felt a tingling a pulse between my thighs. He had a firm athletic body and it showed when ever he planted himself deep inside my Momma.
I could feel my nipples stiffen against the sheer fabric of my nightee and heat burst across my body. It was wrong of me to be aroused by watching my parent in her most intimate moment, but the hot beauty of dark skin on creamy whiteness was too hard to resist. I was transfixed.
Suddenly the large black man rolled onto his back and pulled Momma over with him, she turned and straddled his athletic body. Momma was facing me now but I still could not turn away. I took a half step back to get a bit out of the light from the TV, but I still had a clear view of all the action.
“ oh Marcus, I love your big black cock”, Momma groaned out loud.
I covered my mouth to stifle a gasp at what Momma had just said. It was so crass and rude. But it was so right. So very , very right. My body knew that right away even if it was Momma’s body that was having the experience.
“ Then you better get on that dick”, the man named Marcus clearly instructed.
The casual confidence in his voice turned me on I must admit. As his hands wandered to her hips my hands wandered to my own , imagining his dark skin on my own light flesh. Watching his hands grip her waist and pull her down to his crotch was masterful.
Momma herself was a glorious image, in the soft light she looked like a goddess. The narrow waist, the flat stomach, the full hips and the lush fullness of her breasts. Her golden curls framed her like a halo as they cascaded over her shoulders. Her breasts were large and heavy with nipples the size of silver dollars which were hard and as erect as my own. Her nudity should have been shameful to me , but instead I was breath -taken and envious of the sheer sensuality she oozed.
She reached between her thighs and grasped Marcus’ firm black shaft, her hand barely wrapping around it. She rose her hips just above Marcus; own and rubbed the head of his penis against the cleft between her thighs. This elicited a soft moan from both him and myself and my own hand snaked under my nightee to my overheated wetness , rubbing that magic spot imagining it was Marcus’ thickness rubbing it there.
Momma and I both groaned as she eased herself onto his cock. Inch by glorious inch Marcus disappeared into Momma. I had no idea how she could fit all of him into her. In my mind’s eye it was me slowly meeting his crotch. Momma began to slowly grind her hips into his and I ground my own hips into my fingers as I began to rub myself harder. Slowly Momma began to rise and fall on Marcus’ length. I watched with intense desire as his dark meat appeared and disappeared into Momma, his black cock becoming slick with her juices.
Momma began to ride Marcus earnestly and fervently. She would slam her hips into him filling the room with hot and wet smacking sounds. Her breasts bounced and swayed as she rode him hard. Sweat burst across my brow and my body was on fire, my fingers diddling myself hard to the x-rated action playing out before me. At this point I couldn’t tell what I wanted more; my Momma or Marcus.
In some moment of sexual serendipity both Momma and myself gripped an equivalent tit and squeezed and tweaked a hard nipple. Both of us elicited an equal gasp as we felt a tremor ripple through her bodies. It was a mini-cum and it was glorious. Momma snaked her other hand to her pounded pussy and rubbed her clit just as I was doing with myself.
“ Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck”, Momma’s breath came in short puffs.
“ God damn you have a tight white pussy Dee”, Marcus grunted.
That was enough to set us both off. Momma began to shake and tremble and she began to cum hard and she grinded herself into her black lover. I had to stagger back against the wall as waves of pleasure rolled through me as well. I was dizzy and delirious.
“ Ohhhh fuck, I’m gonna cum”, Marcus groaned rolling his head back and forth.
“ Cum in me baby, cum in me” both Momma and I said at the same time even though mine was just a whisper to myself.
Marcus’ hands came up and gripped Momma’s jugs, his dark fingers squeezing into her soft white flesh. I did the same with my own hands imagining them being cupped and caressed and mauled by those hands. By Momma’s hands too. I ground my hips against the wall as aftershocks rippled through me.
“ Ahhhhhh fuck, cumming” , Marcus arched his back and thrust one last time into Momma
As if on cue Momma went off as well, I don’t know why but it set off a tiny explosion in me too. I lived vicariously through her pleasure at pleasuring a man. I could all but feel him shooting into me. Oh god how much I wanted it! Filling me, overflowing me, satisfying me!
“ Taste yourself on my cock” , Marcus instructed in his sexy casual confidence.
With a horny smile Momma slipped off Marcus’ thick tool which plopped out of her pussy with a juicy smack. It was long and thick and gooey with their combined juices, it looked downright tasty to me, my mouth actually watered. Momma scooted down and wrapped her lips around his cockhead and then started lashing her tongue all along his turgid length. I licked my own pussy-wet fingers visualizing my digits as Marcus’ cock.
“ Tasty”, Momma said with a smile when she was done. I agreed.
“ I should probably clean up and get out before your daughter wakes up”, Marcus said as he began to shift.
This promptly snapped me out of my reverie and brought me back to the reality of where I was. Instead of being caught with my tits hanging out like this I scooted back to my room doing my best to stay quiet. I closed the door behind me and flung myself onto the bed.
I lay on the bed staring up at the ceiling still hot and feverish. Over and over I played out the events in my head. My mind was racing, my heart was beating a thousand beats per minute, The heat in my loins was threatening to set me on fire.
I tore the nightee off my body and lay naked in the bed, my nipples were like diamonds, my skin was electric. I thrust my fingers to my cleft and replayed the scene again. I was all bust gushing imagining that big cock disappearing into my momma’s pussy. Wondering what my pussy juce would taste on that big cock. That big BLACK cock. What my Momma’s pussy would taste like on that big black cock. What my Momma’s pussy would taste like.
I came thunderously at that realization . I arched my back in a noiseless scream and then covered my mouth with my pillow and let myself HOWL. It went like a lightning bolt through me. It went out through my toes, exploded my nipples and shot out like a beam of light through the top of my head. I swear I saw stars as I shot through the ceiling.
I came back to earth in a sweaty heap, finally satisfied. What I wanted was wrong. But I had to have it.
I wanted my Momma. I also wanted back cock. I wanted both.
As I drifted off to sleep all I could keep thinking like a mantra was…I want , I want , I want, I want…..
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The Kingdom ch. 01

The Kingdom Ch. 01
Prince Atheling took careful aim with his crossbow and let the bolt fly. The poor pigeon never had a chance as the bolt struck it and it tumbled out of the sky. But as it did, it fluttered down behind the grove of bushes that lined the bottom of the castle wall.
Stepping over to the bushes, he parted them with his hands and stepped inside to search for the bird. The growth was thick and he had to fight his way through the bushes as he looked for the bird. Then, moving over to castle wall where the growth wasn’t quite as thick, he stepped down the wall searching for his bird. As he moved along, he saw a loophole in the wall. Wondering what in looked in on, he stepped over and peered through it.
What he saw would haunt him to his dying day and change the whole land around him. The fiery spasm of perverse excitement that fired off in his brain made him dizzy as he gawked in the loophole in stunned silence.
It was his mother, Queen Ides. And she was naked! Naked and standing in a big, copper tub while her hand maid stood beside her running a soapy washcloth over the queen’s naked body. He knew that his mother had a beautiful face but the rest of her body had remained a mystery to him. He had heard it said that the queen was one of the most beautiful women in the land and what he now saw convinced him that the rumors had been right. She was exquisitely beautiful, he told himself as he stared on in reverent awe.
She stood with her back facing the loophole. Her breasts were so large, Atheling could see their rounded sides extending out beyond her arms. Her ebony black hair hung down in wet strands, the curled tips just brushing the rounded slope of her shoulders. Atheling let his eyes wander down the sweep of her back, down to the cheeks of her perfect ass. Letting his hungry eyes explore the unrivaled beauty of her ass, he imagined that it had to have been carved out of the purest, white alabaster by the hand of a master sculptor. And below it, her long, shapely legs swooped and curved down and down until they were hidden behind the copper tub. Atheling stared on in worshipful reverence, watching as soap bubbles slowly slithered down the sweep of her graceful back and legs. While his mother’s body partially blocked his view of the handmaid, he could see that the handmaid was running the washcloth over his mother’s big, jutting breasts.
Guiltily, he could feel his big his prick growing hard as he peeked in at his mother. But he had no control over it. His body was built to react in a certain way in the presence of such beauty, and it was performing as designed. Even if it was his mother who was generating such a depraved response.
His heart was pounding, his mouth was as dry as the Sahara, and his hands were trembling from the rush of adrenaline that was pouring through his bloodstream as he gaped on. Just then, as he watched on with expectant anticipation, his mother slowly turned and faced the loophole.
She stood facing him with her eyes closed as he feasted his eyes on her beautiful face and body. While he did, her handmaiden was slowly wiping the soapy cloth his mother’s back.
As she had turned, his eyes had been immediately drawn from her face down to the two perfect, white breasts dangling down from her chest. They were exquisite! He had seen breasts before, but never any of such incomparable size and beauty. Comparing her breasts to the breasts he had seen before was like comparing apples to melons. It was obvious that the same master sculptor that had sculpted her perfect ass had molded her exquisite breasts. The only difference was the white alabaster he had chosen for her breasts was laced with faint veins of blue. And the sculptor had tipped each of the magnificent sculptures with a perfectly round circle of a darker pink. Then, as a crowning touch, he had topped each of them off with a jutting nipple of purple. The beautiful sculptures were monuments to the personification of femininity and womanhood.
Finally able to tear his eyes away from the jiggling, bobbing giants, he ran his eyes down over the softly rounded swell of her abdomen. It wasn’t hard and flat like the bellies of the hardworking wenches he had enticed into the stables, but its slight roundness made her seem just that much more exotic. More alluring. More sensual.
At last his eyes swept down over the V of her belly and the tangle of damp, black curls that covered it. The rumors didn’t do her justice, he sickly thought. She wasn’t one of the most beautiful women in the land, she was THE most beautiful woman in the land . . . maybe even in the whole wide world.
As he gawked on with reverent awe, he watched his mother, the queen slowly bend down and grasp hold of the rounded edge of the copper tub. Resting her weight on her hands, she slowly inched her long legs apart. As she did, Atheling saw the handmaiden’s hands appear up between the queen’s widespread legs. The hand slowly slipped up through the queen’s legs with a finger extended and found the queen’s large, swollen clit. Then, Atheling thought his fully hardened prick was going to explode as he watched the girl stick out two fingers and ease them up into the queen’s cunt. Was this where the title “handmaiden” came from, he dizzily wondered, watching the girl slide her fingers in and out of the queen sopping pussy. Watching the handmaiden rub her finger back and forth across the queen’s swollen clit as she fucked the queen’s cunt with her fingers was the most perversely exciting thing he’d ever seen.
Watching his mother’s giant tits bobble up and down as the girl fucked her with her fingers, Atheling dug his hand down into his britches and hauled out his big, stiff prick. He couldn’t believe this was all happening as he stroked his cock and watched his mother, the queen getting fucked by her handmaiden. This was his mother, the queen. The very epitome of purity and virtue in his eyes. And she was letting her handmaiden fuck her with her fingers. It was all just too much.
He could feel the cum down in his balls beginning to bubble and boil as he continued to whack his cock while he watched.
All at once, his mother’s head flew back. She let out a loud, gasping grunt and her whole body began to shake and shiver. Then her hips began to bob up and down as she fucked the handmaiden’s fingers while they slid in and out of her cunt.
This went on for the longest time, until at last, he saw the grimace melt off his mother’s pretty face and her hips ground to a slow stop. As they did, the handmaiden eased her fingers out of the queen’s pussy and swirled them around in the soapy water to wash away the goo that covered them.
That did it for Atheling as he felt his peter lurch and spurt out a giant wad of cum onto the castle wall.
As Atheling’s continued to jerk and spurt out more and more thick, gooey cum, he watched as his mother pushed up off the edge of the tub and stood back up. Her massive breasts floundered about wildly as she stepped out of the tub and then walked out of his line of sight.
At last his cock stopped spurting and began to soften. Stuffing it back in his pants, he stumbled back out of the bushes and headed back to his room with the image of his beautiful mother dancing in his head.
From that day forward, young Prince Atheling spent a goodly portion of his time spying on the queen whenever the opportunity presented itself.
Then one day another even more lurid display of lewdness unfolded before his eyes.
His mother was bathing, alone this time. She was sitting in the copper tub slowly running a soapy washcloth over her gigantic tits as Atheling stood watching and slowly working his hand up and down his big, rock-hard cock. Then Atheling heard a sound. It came from out of his line of sight so he couldn’t see what made the sound. But he saw his mother turn her head to the side and smile. From his loophole, Atheling initially couldn’t see what had caused the smile but he quickly found out, as his father, the king came walking up to the tub where his mother sat. His father said something to the queen, but Atheling couldn’t make out what he said.
Just then, the queen slowly laid the washcloth on the edge of the tub and reached out to the front of the king’s britches. Looking up at the king with a mischievous smile on her pretty lips, she began to unbutton the buttons running down the front of the king’s breeches. Atheling could see the big bulge thrusting out against his father’s pants as his mother’s finger’s crawled downward over it. Then when she unbuttoned the last button, she slowly spread the king’s breeches open and his big, limp prick flopped out into the open.
Atheling heard the queen murmur something, but couldn’t make out the words as he watched her take his father’s cock in her hand and slowly lift it up to her mouth. What was she doing, he giddily wondered? Was she going to put his father’s cock in her mouth? He’d never heard of such a thing, but it sent a shiver of excitement trickling through his own cock as he watched. Then he saw his mother open her mouth and slowly, sensually ease the big, purple head of the king’s cock into her mouth. Atheling jerked his hand away from his cock not wanting to shoot his wad before he saw what was going to happen next.
The queen kept leaning forward easing her lips down the flaccid shaft of the king’s cock until at last, her full, red lips were encircling its thick, hairy base. She had the whole damned thing inside her mouth, Atheling giddily thought. The whole thing! He couldn’t believe it. Then he saw the queen’s cheeks hollow as she began to suck on the king’s cock. As she did, the king reached down and lovingly ran his pudgy fingers through her damp, black hair.
Atheling watched on in an envious daze as the queen eagerly sucked on the king’s peter. Time seemed to fly by and it seemed to be only a matter of seconds before the king’s prodigious peter was jutting out in front of him stiff and hard.
Now the queen had her hands wrapped around the jutting monster as she hungrily devoured it with her mouth. As she gobbled away, the king curled his fingers down into the queen’s hair and began working his fat ass back and forth while he slowly fucked the queen’s pretty face. As the king’s big dick slid in and out between the queen’s lips, she ran her hands around to his ass, clutching it, pushing and pulling on it to control the tempo of the lewd act.
Was he going to come in her mouth, Atheling wondered? Was the queen going to let him shoot his wad in her mouth? The king’s ass moved back and forth faster and faster until all of a sudden, he jerked back and pulled his spit-covered peter out of her mouth. Then he reached down and took hold of her hands.
Atheling watched on as she struggled to her feet in the tub. Streams of bubbly water coursed down her exquisite body as the king let go of her hands and pushed his pants down his hairy legs. Stepping out of them, he took the queen’s hand as she stepped out of the tub. Atheling watched her mammoth breasts quiver and bob as the king led her toward her big, queen-sized, four poster bed. The king’s big, stiff peter jutted out in front of him, flouncing up and down wildly as he shuffled toward the bed.
Reaching the bed, the queen immediately crawled up on it and rolled over onto her back. Atheling watched on in an envious rage as she quickly spread her legs apart and fingered her pussy open. Now she was open and ready for the king as he quickly crawled up between her outstretched legs. If only it were me she was inviting down between her legs, Atheling jealously thought as the king grabbed hold of his cock and aimed it down at the gaping hole between her legs. If only that was my cock, Atheling resentfully thought as he watched the king mount her and slide his big peter down inside the queen’s greedy cunt.
Atheling couldn’t watch anymore. He wanted her so badly he ached all over as he stuffed his cock back in his pants and stumbled back out of the bushes. There had to be a way, he told himself. A way to get the queen mother into his bed. He wouldn’t be able to rest until he did.
His delusional fixation on his mother grew with each passing day until it became an obsession with him. And as his obsession with his mother grew, his hate for his father, the king grew on a proportional scale. He was tottering on the brink of insanity when he finally decided he had to act . . .
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Prince Atheling’s big, black war-horse went clattering across the drawbridge and out into the bailey of the castle. Reining the behemoth to a stop, he tossed the reins down to the groom waiting for him and dropped to his feet by the giant horse. Patting the horse’s lathered neck, he turned and quickly strode across the stone floor toward the castle entrance.
Stepping inside, he saw that everyone was dressed in black. Every one was grieving for the lately departed king. His father, good King Enclaus, had been killed by a bolt from a crossbow in the recent battle of Hastings. Too bad, Prince Atheling smiled to himself, finding little incentive to mourn the passing of his father. His father’s death had conveniently opened up a whole new world to Prince Atheling. And soon, he would no longer be Prince Atheling! He would be christened King Atheling. The new king and it would be him ruling the land, not his poor, deceased father. Then, at last, he would finally be able to quiet the insistent craving that he had carried with him for so long.
The only thing nagging the prince was the little sliver of guilt he felt. How could the bolt from his crossbow go so far wide? It was almost as if the bolt had a mind of its own and had flown straight for his father’s heart. And how could he have known of the chink in his father’s mail that had been weakened by the hand of someone close to the king? How could he, the best crossbowman in the land have his shot go so wrong? Why if one didn’t know better, one would say that he did it on purpose. And now, it was his destiny to take over the land. Take his father’s place. Take over the land and the king’s possessions. All of the old king’s possessions . . .
Just then, Prince Atheling saw his mother, Queen Ides come striding toward him with tears streaming down her pretty face. She was dressed in a long, flowing, black cote-hardie and he couldn’t keep from dropping his eyes down to her bounteous bosom as it floundered about under the dress. The sweeping neckline of the black, velvet dress revealed the tops of her large breasts and seemed to magnify their size and volume. And the fact that her breasts were filled with breast milk made Prince Atheling even more determined to have them as his own.
“Oh, my son,” she blubbered out, stepping up to him and wrapping her arms around him.
The prince reveled in the feel of her bosom crushed against his chest as he slowly wrapped his arms around her to return her hug.
“I’m so sorry, mother,” Prince Atheling lied, crocodile tears streaming down his cheeks as he pulled her to him. “I wish that it had been me instead of him . . .”
“No, no, you mustn’t think that, my son. What is done is done. Now we must move on,” she wept, stepping back and daintily dabbing at her tear-stained cheek with a black, silk handkerchief. “I can only be thankful that the both of you weren’t taken from me.”
“You still have a part of him,” Prince Atheling said, reaching out and wiping away a big tear off her cheek with the back of a finger. “You have Prince Gothling . . . and me . . .”
“Yes, I know and if you’ll excuse me, my Lord, I must go to the prince now,” she told him, stepping back away from him. “It is time for his feeding . . .”
“We’ll talk later, my Queen,” he mumbled watching her turn away from him.
Then he stood watching the sway of her long, black dress as she quickly made her way over to the nursery maid who stood holding little Prince Gothling. Nursing time, he thought, watching the queen lead the maid across the main hall toward her quarters. Enjoy your time with your other son while you may, my mother, he said to himself. For Prince Gothling’s remaining time on this earth is short . . .
In a week’s time, the coronation of Prince Atheling was over and he was now the king of the land. After he was king, he systematically set about replacing his father’s men with ones he knew were loyal to himself. Finally, there was only one last detail left that he needed to take care of. Prince Gothling! Prince Gothling, his brother, was his last threat to the throne. And that threat had to be removed . . .
He sent a message to Baron Sade, his most trusted and loyal friend inviting him to join him in his chambers . . .
“Baron, my friend,” the king smiled, motioning for the Baron to take a seat in the ornate chair that sat by the roaring fire. “I’ve brought you here to ask a great favor of you.”
“Yes, my sire?” the baron asked, smiling and taking the gold goblet of wine that the king offered him. “What can a lowly baron do for my king?”
“I have a task for you that calls for a most discrete handling,” the king said, stepping over to the other chair sitting by the fireplace. “I would do it myself, but it would be so, so unkingly, shall we say.”
“What is this task, my sire?” the baron asked, taking a sip of wine.
“It is one for which you will be well rewarded for, my liege,” the king smiled.
“What my sire? What? The suspense is killing me,” the baron asked.
“Prince Gothling!” the king stated.
The baron looked back at him with a puzzled look on his face. “Prince Gothling? I don’t understand my Lord.”
“I need someone to remove the last challenge to my throne . . .”
“You—you mean—you mean kill Prince Gothling?” the baron choked out his face turning an ashen white.
“Yes, that is what I mean! And the rank of earl will be yours when the job is done.”
Atheling could almost hear the wheels turning inside the baron’s head as the color slowly seeped back into his face.
“Earl! Earl of Sade? That does have a nice ring to it, doesn’t it,” the baron smiled, the shock of the request seemingly dissipated by the promise of the new rank.
“Then you’ll do this for me?” the king asked, taking another sip of wine.
“Consider it done, my sire,” the baron said, lifting his goblet in a salute to the king. “Your wish is my command . . .”
The next morning, the king rose early and went out to his throne.
The wait was short as he heard a horrifying scream rent the air of the castle. The scream came from the queen’s quarters and he immediately knew that the baron, no, make that the Earl of Sade had been successful.
Just then, the door to the queen’s chamber’s crashed open and the queen came staggering out carrying the lifeless body of Prince Gothling in her arms.
“He is dead!” she screamed. “Dead! Who would kill such a dear child?”
Just then, her eyes found his. A momentary look of hate flitted across her face and she held the baby out toward him.
“He’s dead . . .” she groaned out, dropping to her knees and clutching the child to her bosom.
Now she’ll need someone else to suckle those big breasts, he sickly thought. And I know just the person to take over for poor, Prince Gothling.
The king let his mother mourn the loss of her son for a week before he put his plan into motion. After the week passed, he sent a note to her asking her to join him in his quarters. And to bring milk with her for he was thirsting for a drink of milk.Sitting by the fireplace, King Atheling sipped on a goblet of wine as he waited for his mother to respond to his request. The roaring fire had taken the chill off the room as the brisk winds of winter blew outside. Snow had begun to fall and was now beginning to stick to the ground. It promised to be a day that would drive a person inside, he told himself, smiling in anticipation of what he had planned to occupy himself on this cold, blustery day.
When he heard the light knock on the door, he set his goblet down and slowly walked to the door. Pulling it open, he saw his mother standing in the hall with a jug of milk in her hands.
“Come in, Mother,” he said, stepping aside and waving his hand in a flourish to welcome her inside.
“I’ve brought your milk, my sire,” she murmured, stepping inside as the king closed the door behind her.
“I see you have,” Atheling said, “Put it on the table and come sit.”
He watched her slowly step to the table and set the jug on it. Then he motioned to the same chair that the Earl of Sade had sat in on that auspicious day that he had agreed to kill Prince Gothling.
As she sat down, Atheling strolled over to the other chair and sat down facing her.
“I am lonely, Mother and I have decided to take a queen to ease that loneliness,” he smiled, taking a tiny sip of wine.
“Oh,” she murmured. “Who? Who is to be your new queen?”
“I have decided to invoke my kingly right to succession,” he said, watching her as she looked back at him with a puzzled look on her face. “Invoke my right to take the hand of the old king’s queen.”
“What?” she gasped.
“I have no need for another queen,” the prince smiled, letting his eyes stray down to her bosom, then back to her ashen face. “I have my mother to stand by my side as my queen . . .”
Her hand flew up to her throat as she looked at him with a fearful, confused look on her pretty face.
“Me? Your mother? Your mother as your queen?” she gasped. “How can that be?”
“I am the king, mother! I can do anything I please . . .” he grinned. “Anything I please . . . and it would be best if one didn’t forget that . . .”
“Yes, my sire,” she mumbled, staring at him with a shocked look on her face.
Then Atheling pushed himself up out of the chair and purposefully stepped over to the table. He could see that his revelation had unsettled her as he reached out and picked up the jug of milk.
As she sat watching him, he slowly tipped the jug. The white milk poured out onto the floor, splashing and sending white droplets flying all over, some of them even splattering onto her dress.
“My sire,” she gasped, staring down at the milk as it spread out over the floor. “Why? You . . . you told me to bring milk.”
“Come, my Mother,” he said, placing the empty jug on the table and stepping over to where she sat. “Did you really think I wanted cow’s milk when I can have mother’s milk!”
“What, what do you mean?” she asked as he stood smugly looking down at her.
Atheling reached down to her and slowly ran his fingers over the swell of her bosom. “This is the milk I thirst for, Mother.”
Ides gasped, staring down at her son’s hand as it brushed across her heaving bosom.
“You can’t . . . you can’t . . . I can’t . . . not that,” she whimpered, starting to push his hand away, but thinking better of it.
“Yes, Mother, I can,” he told her kneeling to the floor in front of her. “Remember, Mother, dear, I am the king, and I can do as I wish.”
Then, as she stared down at his hand, she watched as he began to unbutton the bodice of her dress.
“This is . . . you can’t . . . please . . .” she begged as he continued to slowly move his fingers down the front of her dress unbuttoning button after button. “I am your mother . . .”
“But I am also your king . . .” Atheling reminded her. “And you have milk that is going to waste. You have no one to give it to . . . And what can be wrong with giving your milk to your own son? Just as you did, lo those long years ago.”
“Please, my king, please, don’t do this,” she begged.
Finally Atheling’s fingers stopped moving down her dress which was now unbuttoned all the way down to her waist.
Looking down, she could see that his fingers were trembling as he delicately pinched the material between his fingers and thumbs and slowly began to spread her dress open.
She couldn’t stop the blush of red that painted her face as Atheling spread her dress open to reveal the two ripened melons jutting out from her chest. They were exquisite examples of motherhood as they hung down from her chest, heavy and laden with mother’s milk.
Atheling had never seen a pair of breasts so beautiful as he gawked down at the drooping treasures. So full, so ripe like two melons ready to be harvested. Melons filled with the nectar of the gods. Nectar to quench the thirst that he had endured for so long. He had thought them to be big before, but now, heavily laden with breast milk, they were huge.
And now they were his. Cherished prizes to feast his eyes on and his to bring forth the liquid treasure they held.
King Atheling slowly ran the tips of his fingers over his mother’s sagging udders, marveling in their smooth softness.
“So beautiful . . .” he whispered, gently fingering the swollen, purple nipple that jutted out of the center of the darkened tip of one giant breast.
“Please, my king, please don’t do this . . .” she wept as tears began to flow down her cheeks and drip down off her jaws onto her quivering breasts.
“But I must, Mother,” he murmured. “We mustn’t let the treasure they hold go to waste. I must taste your sweet mother’s milk once again. Taste it and drink from your beautiful breast just as I did so long ago.”
As he spoke, Atheling gently cupped the tear-slickened breast and slowly lifted it up to his mouth.
“Please, my king . . .” she begged watching him purse his lips around the big, jutting nipple.
Atheling began to gently suck on the swollen pap. As he did, milk began to flow from it. Slowly at first, the sweet milk trickled out into his mouth as he savored its rich sweetness. As he suckled her, she wept, her sobs making her other udder quiver and bobble beside his face. The flow of milk flowing out into his mouth slowly became thicker and thicker as he sucked harder and harder.
Finally, Atheling let go of his mother’s nipple and kissed his way down into the valley between her big, milk-laden breasts and up onto her other quivering breast. As he did, milk continued to trickle out of the nipple he had just suckled. The white liquid ran down the rounded under slope of her breast and down onto her heaving belly to where it was soaked up by her dress. But it went unseen by him as he pursed his lips around her other nipple and began to suck on it.
His mother continued to weep as he drank his fill of her sweet mother’s milk. At last, he was finished with her breasts. Then, as she continued to sniffle and try to choke back the tears, Atheling pushed up to his feet in front of her. Looking down at her, he watched as she ran the backs of her hands across her tear-stained cheeks trying to wipe away the tears.
“My britches,” Atheling said to her. “Open my britches, Mother.”
Her mouth dropped open as she stared up at him in disbelief.
“No—no—you can’t—not that,” she gasped.
“Open my britches, Mother,” he said, watching a look of revulsion wash across her face. “Open my britches and find your king’s gift to you. I wish to repay your generous offering of milk with a gift of my own milk.”
“No—no—I can’t—” she wept, her eyes dropping down to the bulge jutting out in the front of his britches.
“You must, my queen,” he told her, reaching down and roughly grasping her hand in his. “I am your king. It is your duty as queen to please your king . . .”
Just then, he lifted her hand and shoved it up against the bulge.
“No—no—please, my king,” she pleaded as he held her trembling hand thrust against his hard, throbbing cock.
“Feel it? Feel what your beauty has done to it! It is you who have done this to me. It is you that has made it hard and swollen,” he snarled. “Now you must take it and make it soft once again.”
“Oh, my Lord, please, please don’t do this thing. It’s, it’s sacrilege . . .” she wept.
“Open my britches, my queen,” he told her, a hint of anger creeping into his voice.
More tears were streaming down her cheeks dropping down onto her quivering breasts as she wept. Then finally, her trembling fingers crept up to the button at the top of his britches. Sobbing plaintively, she slowly pushed the button through the buttonhole. Then with a look of fear, she slowly spread open his pants. As she did, Atheling’s big, hard penis sprang out into the open.
He heard the sharp intake of breath as his mother stared at the giant, evil creature bobbing up and down in front of her face.
“Touch it, my queen,” Atheling told her, stepping closer. “Touch your king’s royal scepter.”
“I can’t—please, I can’t,” she sobbed. “I’m your mother . . . please don’t make me do this . . .”
“But you’re my queen; too,” he told her, inching even closer. “And it is your duty to please your king!”
Then, he grabbed hold of her trembling hand again and roughly thrust it against his twitching cock.
“Touch it and feel its power,” he said, holding her shaking hand against his cock. “Wouldn’t you like to feel that power down between your legs. Feel its power filling your cunt . . .”
“Please—please—please—” she pleaded, straining to pull her hand away from his cock.
“But you must, my queen . . . it is my command . . . and you know what happens to those who disobey the king’s commands, don’t you,” he told her, straining to hold her hand against his penis.
As the threat sank in, he felt her slowly stop resisting.
“Hold it,” he ordered her. “Hold it in your hand and fondle it.”
“Please, please, my king, don’t . . . don’t make me do this,” she wept.
But even as she spoke her little hand slowly curled around the thick shaft of his jutting cock.
“Is it bigger?” he asked her, thrusting his cock at her. “Is it bigger than my father’s cock was?”
“Yes—yes,” she hissed. “Yes, it is bigger than your father’s . . .”
Yes, he arrogantly thought. He was bigger than his father was, and now he was going to lay claim to the treasure that his father had hoarded all the long years. Now that treasure that lay down between her pretty legs was waiting for him. Waiting for him to take it as his own.
“Kiss it,” he commanded. “Kiss the royal scepter with your lips . . .”
“No—I can’t,” she whined.
“But you must . . . you must show it respect before it enters your sacred chalice,” he scoffed. “Show it the same respect that you showed to father’s royal scepter. Surely you didn’t disrespect father’s scepter, did you?”
“No—no—I didn’t disrespect your father,” she whimpered. “I did touch it that way . . . to please him, but you, you’re my son.”
“Then please your new king, too,” he grunted, reaching out and cupping the back of her head in the palm of his hand.
Straining against her resistance, he forced her head toward him at the same time he inched his hips forward.
“Take it,” he growled as the big, purple head of his cock nudged up against her full, red lips. “Take it in your mouth and show it your respect!”
Pressing his cock against her soft lips, he continued to pull her toward him. Finally, he watched her lips part and the head of his cock slowly slipped in between them.
“Suck on it, my queen,” he panted, thrusting his cock into her mouth. “Suck on it just like you sucked on father’s cock. Suck out its sweet essence.”
Pushing his cock into her mouth, he had almost half of his cock buried down inside it before he felt her begin to tentatively suck on it. He wanted to come in her mouth so badly. But he couldn’t. Not the first time. The first time must be reserved for her cunt. He must fill it with his seed and let her give him an heir. Once she was with child, his child, then he would make her drink from his fountain of youth. Make her drink from it and swallow its creamy load down into her belly.
“Harder—suck it harder—” he ordered her, reaching out and grabbing hold of a handful of her hair. Then he felt her suck harder as he held her head in between his hands and fucked her pretty face.
Tears were still streaming down her face, dripping down onto his muscular thighs and her bobbling breasts as he fucked her hot mouth.
At last, he slowly backed his jutting prick out of his mother’s mouth. As it came out she was sucking on it so hard, it made a loud, slurping sound. As he looked down at her, he saw that she couldn’t return his look as her eyes shifted from side to side avoiding his. Then, he reached down and took her hands in his. Gently pulling on them, he lifted her to her feet. As she stood, her big, heavy breasts bobbled and quivered making her swollen nipples bob up and down flinging drops of milk every where.
Atheling slowly peeled her dress down off her the slope of her shoulders and down her arms. Then, he dug his thumbs down under her dress and began easing it down over her rounded hips. Leaning down as he pushed her dress lower, he found one of her jutting nipples with his lips and began teasing his tongue back and forth across it. All at once, her dress went slithering down her legs to puddle at her feet. Stepping back, King Atheling saw that she was wearing a pair of shimmering, red, satin pantaloons. They were the only thing hiding her treasure from his hungry eyes.
“Please, my king . . . please don’t do this . . . I will do the other to respect your royal scepter, but please, not this . . .” she pleaded holding her arms crossed in front of her mammoth breasts.
“But my queen, how am I to father an heir, if we don’t’,” he said. “We must . . .”
Reaching down with both hands, he quickly pushed her red pantaloons down over the swell of her hips. As her pantaloons went whispering down her legs, Atheling saw the forest of curly, black curls covering the Y of her belly. But he had only a momentary glance at it before she covered it with a hand.
“Please, please, my king, please, anything but this . . . ” she wept, trying to hide herself from his prying eyes.
“Come, my beautiful queen,” he murmured, taking hold of the hand covering the mass of black curls at the base of her softly rounded belly.
“Please, my King, we can’t, not that . . . please . . . don’t hurt me,” she wept straining back away from him, digging her feet in to keep from being pulled toward the bed.
“Come, my Queen, and you will suffer no injuries, only pleasure,” he told her, tugging her toward the bed.
“Please,” she whined, tears running down her cheeks as she fought against him.
“I do not wish to harm you. So you must stop resisting. It is inevitable . . .” he growled, a hint of anger in his voice.
Suddenly, the resistance flowed from her body and she went limp, letting herself be docilely led to the bed.
“Crawl onto the bed,” he told her, releasing her hand.
Meekly, she leaned down over the bed, her huge tits swinging below her as she placed knee on the bed and crawled up on it. As she did, King Atheling lovingly ran his fingers over the soft smoothness of her perfect, round ass. This, too, one day, my Queen, he promised himself.
Unbuttoning his ruffled blouse, he watched her lower herself down onto her belly and then slowly roll over onto her back. He stood looking down at her massive breasts as they jiggled softly while she lay with her head turned to the side, softly sobbing and avoiding his eyes.
Peeling his blouse back over his muscular shoulders, he tossed it down onto the foot of the bed. As she lay with her arms at her sides, her mammoth breasts were so large they draped down over her arms partially obscuring them from view.
Leaning down over her, he eased his hands under her legs and lifted them, pulling her toward him at the same time. Pulling her toward him, he continued until her perfect, round ass was resting on the edge of the bed with the oozing, pink gash between her legs poised just above it.
Gently, he lowered her legs until her dainty feet were resting on the stone floor. Now he was standing in between her legs as she lay half on and half off the bed. Then he slowly lowered himself down to his knees between her legs. Suddenly he found himself face to face with the weeping love wound at the pit of her mother’s softly rounded belly. It was just as beautiful as he remembered it being. Maybe even more beautiful now, because it was his. Its thick, meaty lips were wetly cleaving together, hiding the secrecy of the forbidden opening between them. And above the fleshy, dusky-pink lips, her clit jutted out hard and swollen. It was the biggest clit he had ever seen, and by its size and swollen condition, Atheling could see that despite his mother’s protestations, she must be feeling some element of arousal.
Reaching out, Atheling ran his fingers along the smooth softness of her quivering thighs, pushing on them, spreading them wider apart and opening her to him.
“Please . . . no . . .” he heard her softly plead as he leaned closer to her and eased his tongue out.
Then he slowly, teasingly ran his tongue over the jutting bulb of her clit as it jutted up out of its fleshy hood.
“Nooooo . . . ohhhhhhh,” he heard her murmur, the protest seeming to change into a murmured surrender.
Slowly, he began to flick his tongue back and forth across her vulnerable clit. Teasing and tormenting it, he saw her clawed hands dig down into the bed sheets as the muscles in her belly tensed and quivered. Was she fighting to come . . . or to keep from coming, he sickly wondered as he continued to attack her defenseless clit?
“No . . . No . . . No . . .” she whimpered out. But even as she protested, he felt her ever so gently begin to thrust herself against his hungry mouth.
As she lay quietly sobbing, Atheling could see that the big, purple nipples jutting up out of her breasts were painted with her milk. Reaching up over her straining belly, he wrapped one hand around one of the flattened giants and gave it a rough squeeze. As he did, a stream of milk shot up into the air, dropping back down and coating his hand and her breast with a splattering of warm, sticky milk.
The protests had ceased, replaced by soft, murmuring moans as the thrusting of her hips became more and more insistent. Raising his other hand up under his chin, he stuck out two fingers and slowly eased them up to her pussy. Fingering open her goo-covered pussy lips, he pushed his fingers up into the hot clutch of her cunt.
“Unnnnnnnn . . .” she groaned out, the muscles encircling her vagina collapsing down around his fingers, clutching at them and squeezing them.
Working his fingers in and out of her gooey cunt, Atheling could feel his mother growing more and more agitated. Her whole body was tensing, straining as she thrust herself back against his hand and mouth.
“No—no—no—” she groaned out, her head twisting from side to side, but he wouldn’t relent as he kept licking his tongue back and forth across her clit.
Sensing that she was teetering on the edge, he slowly lifted his mouth away from her clit. Smirking, he looked up over her heaving belly to her grimaced face.
“Would my Queen like to come?” he asked her, smirking at her through his juice-smeared lips. “Would she like to finish . . .”
“Yes—yes—please—please let me come,” she pleaded, thrusting her pussy up at him, lifting her beautiful ass up off the bed. “Please—please—touch it—touch it and lick it—make me come—”
“But, Mother, how could I let that happen,” he smirked again, slowly pushing up to his feet between her outstretched legs. “You know the King comes first . . . he must be pleased first before he could allow you to finish . . .””What—what my, King—what can I do for you . . . I’ll do anything you say,” she groveled out. “But please let me come . . .”
“I will take care of that, Mother,” he told her, reaching down and grasping hold of one of her long legs. Thrusting it up into the air, he rested its back against his belly and chest. Then he lifted her other leg up into the air. Her calves were resting against his shoulders and her dainty feet brushing against his temples as he reached down and wrapped his fist around his big, jutting penis.
Stepping closer, he aimed the tapered head of the jutting monster down at the weeping slit between her fat, gorged pussy lips.
“Does the queen want the king to fuck her?” he asked her, slowly rubbing the head of his dick up and down between her juice-slathered cunt lips.
“Yes—yes—” she hissed. “Yes, my king—fuck your queen.”
“Would Mother like her Son to fuck her?” he maliciously asked, fitting the tapered tip of his cock down into the oozing, weeping hole at the bottom of her pussy. “Would Mother like for her Son to fuck her with his big, hard cock?”
“Yes—please—put it in,” she murmured, her eyes tightly clenched together. “Put it in and fuck me with your big, hard cock . . .”
As she spoke, Atheling leaned forward and slowly eased his penis down into the hot, sucking clutch of her cunt.
“No—No—Yes—Yes—Oh, my King . . .” she groveled as he pushed it into her deeper and deeper.
It was everything he thought it would be and more, he giddily told himself, much more. He continued to slowly ease his cock down into her until it was buried all the way up to his big, dangling balls.
Her resisting had made it that much more depraved and exciting. And now her sudden capitulation was the icing on the cake.
“An heir . . . an heir . . . you must give me an heir,” he told her, holding his cock thrust down into the hot muck of her cunt as he ground himself against her.
“No . . . No . . . no, my Lord . . . not that,” she exclaimed. “No, not a child!”
“Yes—yes—a child—my heir—” he grunted, jerking his penis back and then slamming it back into her as hard as he could. “Take my seed and make me an heir down inside your womb . . .”
The time for talk was over, he feverishly thought as he began to fuck her with deep, teeth-rattling strokes. He had waited twenty years for this moment and he was going to savor every last second of it. Fucking her at a furious pace, he leaned down, pressing her legs back down until her knees were almost touching her shoulders. Leaning down through her thighs, he found one of her big, swollen nipples with his lips.
As he began to suck and pluck at her big, puffy nipple she wrapped her hand around her breast and began to squeeze and clutch at it. A stream of thick, rich milk squirted out of the nipple, coating his tongue as he savored it sweetness. Keeping his hips rocking back and forth, he continued to saw his big cock in and out of the clutching tightness of her cunt. As he mercilessly fucked her, the backs of her thighs were rubbing against his sweaty chest, her calves bouncing up and down on his shoulders as her feet waved in the air above his head.
Picking up the pace one more notch, he lifted his mouth up off her breast. But she kept squeezing and kneading her giant breast making more warm milk squirt out of it and splatter all over his face. Humping his big cock in and out of her at a furious pace, he watched the stream of milky white squirt out of the big, purple nipples and shoot up into the air. Her breasts, her thighs, her belly, her face and his face were covered with warm, sticky droplets of her milk as he continued to pump away at her hungry cunt. Fucking her was the end of his life long quest for the Holy Grail, but the fucking and the milk made it all so much more exhilarating. Watching her milk herself, spraying him with her precious nectar made it al that much more decadent and perverted. It was as if she were trying to resist and withhold herself from him while at the same time giving in to the passion of the moment.
Then, suddenly, her arms flew out to the side as she dug her clawed fingers down into the bed sheets. A loud, straining groan escaped her lips as she arched her back and thrust herself up against the pounding attack on her pussy.
Seeing that she was coming, Atheling shoved his big cock down into the clutching, spasming depths of her cunt to let her ride out the storm on it.
Her huge tits, drug down by their weight, rubbed against the bed, their big, puffy nipples pointing out to the side as they suddenly began to squirt out streams of pure, white milk. Spurting out to the side, the streams splashed down on her arms and hands, spotting them with a cloud of white droplets.
Atheling could feel her quivering thighs pattering against his sweaty chest as her stiffened legs pointed straight up into the air. Her dainty feet were arched, curling her toes and pointing them at the ceiling as she groveled through her orgasm. With her head thrown back, eyes clenched shut, her whole body was quivering and shaking as she fought on, coming and coming and coming. Atheling could feel her hot juices leaking out around his embedded cock, dripping down to his dangling balls and coating them with its sticky heat.
It seemed like it would never end for her as she continued to whimper and groan her way through it. At last, the trembling stopped, her muscles softening and relaxing. Her eyelids slowly opened and she looked up at him with a dazed, groggy look on her face.
Her big tits were still leaking out milk, but it was no longer squirting out in streams. It was now slowly oozing out of the big, purple nipples, trickling down the rounded swell of her breast to the bed below. There were two large damp spots under her breasts where the milk was being soaked up by the bed sheets.
Such a waste, he complained to himself as he began to slowly work his big cock in and out of her juice-slathered cunt. Her eyes fluttered shut again and a tiny frown creased her forehead as he fucked her with deep, penetrating strokes. Then he felt her begin to thrust herself back at his pounding attack. The frown grew deeper and he felt her fingers on his hips, clutching at him, guiding him, pushing and pulling, urging him to fuck her harder.
His ass was rocking back and forth like a runaway pendulum moving faster and faster. As it did, his big, juice-smeared cock sloshed in and out of his mother’s hot, clutching cunt churning its juice into a frothy foam that covered his flopping balls and her upturned ass. He could feel the burn down inside his balls growing hotter as they slapped up against his mother’s ass. Finally, he frantically told himself. Finally, after all the years of unrequited frustration, he was going fill the forbidden chalice with his potent cream. Fill it and plant his seed down inside her fertile womb. He would give her a child. A child to replace the child he had taken from her. Their child. His heir!
“My Queen! My Queen!” he gasped as he felt the explosion of pleasure rip through his cock. As it did, his penis lurched down inside her clutching pussy and spewed out a massive gush of thick, potent cum.
“My King! My King!” his mother groaned out, clutching her cunt down around his erupting penis, sucking on it, pulling on it, milking out its venomous load of sperm-filled semen.
He was coming, he feverishly thought. Coming down inside the warm, wet core of her womanhood. Coming and filling her with his fiery essence. As he did, she ground herself back against him, taking him inside her as deep as she could.
Wallowing in the perverse degeneracy of their incestuous communion, Atheling held his spewing, spurting cock thrust down into her cum-filled chalice until if finally stopped firing off.
Slowly backing his cum-coated peter out of the widely stretched opening of her vagina. Atheling looked down to see a long, ropy strand of cum leak out of her pussy and drip down onto the stone floor. Mesmerized by the sheer obscenity of it all, he watched as more and more of the gooey, white goop ran out of her. There was already a thick, goopy puddle of the stuff between his feet as he saw the stream slowly diminish to one long, thin string of cum stretching from her pussy down to the floor.
Stepping back another step, he slowly let her legs down, easing her dainty feet down onto the floor.
Reaching down, he grasped her hands and gently pulled her to a sitting position on the edge of the bed.
He couldn’t decipher the look she gave him, but it seemed to be something between anger and despair.
“Are you through with me, my Lord,” she asked him, slowly rising to her feet as he shuffled over to where her dress lay on the floor. “Or do you wish to use me again?”
“Yes, I wish to use you again,” he retorted, angered by her rebuff as he swept her dress up off the floor and tossed it at her. “But not now . . . come back at mid-afternoon . . . and bring more milk for I will wish to quench my thirst with it once again.”
“Yes, my Lord,” she quietly mumbled, slowly slipping her dress back on.
Then Atheling reached down and picked up her red, satin pantaloons. Lifting them up to face, he buried his nose in their stained their crotch and took a deep sniff.
“I will keep these as my trophy,” he smirked at her, tossing them onto the table. “A trophy to remind me of the great conquest I made today . . .”
“Yes, my Lord,” she murmured, slowly buttoning her dress as Atheling filled his goblet with more wine.
Finally her dress was buttoned and she slowly walked toward the door, her long dress swishing from side to side as the hem drug on the floor.
“I shall return, my Lord. Just as you have ordered me to,” she said, standing at the door with her hand poised on the heavy iron latch. “And I will bring more milk . . . milk to quench the king’s thirst . . .”

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Danny

Hey, I’m Danny. I have black hair, blue eyes, and a good build. I started my family incest when I was 13 (I’m 18 now). It all started on this one winter day.

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Peter, his Mom and Me 3

Peter, his Mom and Me 3
The following morning I got up Early, about 6:30, and Dad was just leaving for work.
“Your Mother had a little too much to drink last night and isn’t going to go to work so you will have to fix your own breakfast.” I had a bowl of cereal and a piece of toast and decided since it was only 7:15 maybe Mom was staying home so we could get together. Just thinking of that started me to get a semi-hard-on.
I opened the door to Mom & Dads bedroom and saw Mom laying there with only the sheet covering her legs. She was on her back and snoring loudly. Her gown was pulled up above her thighs and I could see the black trimmed bush of her pussy. I decided I wanted to eat Moms pussy in the worst way so I pulled the sheet down and very carefully lifted her knees and spread them apart. I kneeled down at the foot of the bed and spread her vagina lips and began to lick her pussy. She had a strong odder and there was dried cum on the sides. It looked like Dad had fucked her after I had. So I was eating my Dads and my mother’s as well as my own dried cum. Even with it having that strong odor the Idea of eating my own mother’s pussy was stronger than any pungent smell might have been. I shoved my tongue inside her lips and began to lick and suck her pussy. I took my tongue and tickled her clit. She had a nice firm one about as big around as the middle of a tooth pick and maybe 5/8’s of and inch long. She stopped snoring and began to moan as I sucked gently on her clit. After about ten minutes of my licking and sucking she reached down and grabbed my head and shoved my face tight against her pussy lips as she climaxed. She reared her Ass up and her abdomen began to flutter.
Her climax woke her up and she looked up and seeing me between her legs she screamed “Nooooooo” and began to kick at me. She kicked me in the shoulder and the top of my head forcing me off the bed. She jumped up and stood over me and I had never seen my Mother so mad. “IF YOU EVER COME NEAR ME AGAIN OR TRY TO DO TO ME WHAT YOU DID LAST NIGHT AND AGAIN JUST NOW I WILL TELL YOUR FATHER AND HAVE YOU SENT TO JUVINILE HALL,” she hissed. “What you are doing is degrading to me and disrespectful to your Father. The only reason I didn’t tell your Father last night was because it would kill him. Don’t you realize you have ruined any Mother son relationship we might have had over the comming years. Now Bobby hear me and hear me good. Don’t ever come near me again. When your Dad is around I will attempt to be civil and treat you like I have in the past but if we are ever alone keep your distance or by god I will have you sent to juvenile hall. Now get your ass out of here and go to school.”
My ego was deflated and I felt like two cents. I went next door to Pete’s house feeling like shit. Madelyn was already to go to work and said, “I’ll drop you and Pete off at school on the way. What’s the matter Bobby you look a little down?” I’m Ok, I just had a fight with Mom and I feel kind of bad about it. “Well I’ll try and cheer you up when I get home from work tonight” She leaned over and gave me a big kiss and rubbed my cock. I sure hoped so I though I’m going to need something after what just happened. When I got home from school I told Mom I was invited over to Pete’s for dinner. I couldn’t look her in the face. She said, “I think that would be good. I’m not sure if I could look at you without getting upset all over again.
That evening I forced my self to forget what happened and concentrated on Madelyn. I ate her Pussy twice and Pete ate his Mother once before we fucked her the first time. He whispered he wanted to fuck his Mother in the Ass while I was fucking her. He said the last time really turned him on. As I slipped my cock into Madelyn’s lovely hot pussy I thought; why the hell I couldn’t have been just satisfied with fucking Pete’s Mom instead of letting my ego get the better of me and ruined a great relationship with my Mother. Madelyn went wild with Pete and me in both her holes. I think she came at least a dozen times. We had dinner after that and Pete and I kept playing with his Moms tits as she fixed dinner. I finger fucked her while she cooked, making her cum twice.
I fucked Madelyn two more times before Pete asked me to fuck him in the Ass while he fucked his Mother. I said, won’t that kind of shock your Mom. He told me he didn’t think so. He got on the edge of the bed with his Ass hanging just over the end and had his Mother sit on his cock. He raised his legs high alongside her. I knew he had douched his Ass out and lubricated it just before by how easy I slid into his butt. When I shoved my cock up his Ass and reached around his Mother and began to fondle her tits. “Bobby, what the hell are you doing” “It’s Ok Mom I asked him to fuck me in the Ass. I wanted to know what it feels like to have a cock in my Ass while I fucked you.” “Well it feels wonderful doesn’t it?” she told him. Yes, I’m ready to explode a load of my love offering up into your wonderful fuck hole Mom.”
She squealed as she felt him shoot a huge amount of sperm into her vagina cavity and at the same time I shot a load of cum up his Ass. He later told me he really missed getting fucked in the Ass by me. I told him that I didn’t miss it at all. I fucked her two more times before I went home. Each and every time I fucked her I was amazed at how great her pussy felt and the strength in her pussy lips when she would clamp down on my cock. As I left Madelyn gave me a hug and whispered, “I don’t know where you get the stamina but I’m glad you have it.” I told her it was because she was the sexiest women in the world and she had the greatest pussy a man could possibly enter. When I got home Mom and Dad were already in Bed.
The next morning after I took a shower and came down stairs for breakfast. Dad had already left for work. Mom would not look at me the whole time she fixed pan cakes. It felt like being in a refrigerator. It was even harder because when Mom bent over to put the pan cakes on my plate she hesitated for a moment and her tits almost fell out of her gown and robe. I almost threw caution to the wind and wanted to grab her tits and suck them before forcing her to fuck me anyway. I didn’t do anythin but when I stood to leave I had a hard on. Mom look at my crotch and turned away.
I left with my hard on and went next door to get Pete. It was only 7:30 so I knocked but no one came to the door. I tried the knob and it opened. I said hello, anyone home?
Madelyn hollered from the bedroom. I’m in here; bring me a cup of coffee will you? I poured both of us a cup and walked into her bedroom. “Pete’s taking a shower and we will be ready shortly.” She was in the process of putting on her crouch-less panty hose before she slipped her panties on. As I Looked at her perfect camel toe my hard on returned. I sat the coffee on the table next to her and dropped my jeans and underwear. I grabbed her slender waist and slid my cock into her pussy grabbing each of her breasts. I squeezed and rolled my finger and thumbs over her nipple as I began to slip in and out of her wonderful pussy. Her vagina muscles immediately clamped down on my cock, jesus what a feeling.
Her nipples popped out and she squealed, “Oh you naughty boy.” Do you want me to stop? I said. “If you do I will hate you forever,” she giggled. “You have the most wonderful cock and what it does to me is amazing. I hope you will want to make love to me until I’m old and grey.” I thought you said that we only fuck and that you and Pete made love. That was at first but now I think I am falling in love with you or at least with your beautiful cock. Even after all that love making last night I dreamed of you making love to me on this deserted Island where we had all the food and water we needed and you made love to me until we were old and I died with your cock in me just after you came. Isn’t that insane?” It sounds good to me I told her.
I increased my speed and when I felt her cum the second time I let lose a nice load of cum into her hot wet vagina tunnel. I squeezed her tits and said you better do something before you leave for work. You don’t want to leak a bunch of cum all over your office. She giggled and rushed into her bathroom.
I took some clean-x and wiped my cock. I didn’t want to wash off her wonderful pussy smell so I pulled my pants up and grabbed my coffee and went to the kitchen and waited for them to get ready. Madelyn came in first and she asked me. “Have you ever fucked Peter before last night?” Well when we were around 12 we did experiment a little but when we started fucking your niece we decided we liked women and didn’t want to become gay. “Well I’m certainly glad you decided that way, look what I would be missing.”
It’s not any of my business and you don’t have to tell me but I have always been curious as to why you got a divorce. He must have been nuts to let you go. “I’ll give you the short version. I met Pete’s Dad in high school when I was 16. He got me pregnant and I had Peter a month after I turned 17. I finished high school because my sister let us stay with her. My folks disowned me when I got pregnant. My dad was a Baptist Minister and Mom is a religious nut. We got married right after we graduated. Peter’s Dad tried to fuck My sister on our honey moon. She kept quiet about it for awhile but he kept after her so she told her husband. He beat the shit out of Pete’s Dad and threw him out of the house. I got a divorce and went to college and got a degree in Mathematics. I earned enough to pay my sister back for helping me and saved enough for us to buy this house.
So you were only 23 when you moved here. “Yes,” she said. Well when Pete and I turned twelve you were then only 29. “That’s about right. Bobby you told me you have wanted to fuck me since you were twelve. That’s unusual since I was 17 years older than you. Most kids that age think 29 is old.” No, even when I was 9 and 10 and I would get a glimpse of your boobies when you were in your robe and night gown or a few times when Pete and I saw you in your bra and panties I would get a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach and it wasn’t until I was about 12 and got a hard on every time I saw you like that that I realized what I had been feeling. After we started fucking Tina I knew I wanted to fuck you too.
Well Bobby I’m glad you did, it is very flattering to think I could turn on a 12 year old. Pete was standing in the door way listening. “Hell, don’t feel like the lone ranger I use to get hard when Mom and I took a bath together. I got real pissed when she stopped letting me bathe with her. I use to peek in on her when ever she took a bath and forgot to lock the door. Some times I would sneak into her bedroom when she was asleep. Especially during the summer when it was hot she would sleep with just a sheet on. It usually hiked up her legs and I would stand at the foot of the bed and look up her gown.” “Peter, shame on you, you never told me that,” said his Mom. “Why would I? Besides I loved looking at you.” he said. That reminds me how did you two end up doing it? I asked.
“I have to get to work so will tell you on the way to work. We got in the car and Madelyn began, “Well all during those years Peter was growing up I never went out. I had never really enjoyed sex with Pete’s Dad because he would always cum to quick. He seldom did any foreplay so I never really missed it. About 3 years ago I met a guy through work and we kind of hit it off. I went out to dinner with him a couple of times before bringing him home. He made me realize what I had been missing. He preformed a lot of foreplay before making love to me and It was the first time I ever had multiple orgasms. The third time he came over we had a little too much to drink and we were fucking on the couch. Peter came in and I didn’t see him. He stood there watching me fucking this guy. When I finally saw him the guy had just given me a climax and was in the process of shooting a quantity of his sperm inside me. I was shocked to see Peter and when I screamed his name Peter turned and ran to his room.
I shoved the guy out the door and ran to Peter’s room. I heard him crying so I knocked and asked him if I could talk to him. When I went in Peter was lying on the bed in just his pajama bottoms. I turned him over onto his back and as I did I noticed Peter had a hard on from watching. I kissed him and gave him a big hug and told him how sorry I was that he saw us. I told him that I had missed having sex with a man but that was no excuse to do it where he might see it. He surprised me when he asked, “Why do you need a stranger to do that with. Why can’t we do it?”
Bobby, you could have knocked me over when he asked me that. I told him that a Mother and son didn’t do those things. That it was called incest and was against the law. She smiled and then said he was persistent I must say. He said “aren’t you suppose to have sex with only those you love?” “He had me there and I told him well, yes that’s true.” He then asked me, well if that’s true and we love each other then why should we do it. “I told you that it is against the law to do something like that.” He came right back and said not if no one knows. “I gave up and told him to go to sleep. I lay down beside him and rubbed his head. He scooted close to me and I could feel his hard on pressing against my stomach.”
“The booze began to take effect again and I fell asleep. I woke up later still pretty woozy with Peter on top of me fucking me. He told me latter that he had already screwed me once before I woke up. I was almost ready to cum and I thought Oh shit, I can’t let him do this. I started to push him off but he grabbed me around the waist and kept fucking as fast as his ass would go. I couldn’t help myself, he made me cum. That little shit didn’t stop fucking me until he had cum in me two more times and made me have several climaxes myself. We fell asleep and I woke up about 4AM with him fucking me again. This time I just let him and enjoyed it. About 7:30 I woke up again to his fucking.
That kid had an insatiable appetite. It was Saturday and we didn’t get out of bed except for lunch all day. Bobby that kid wore me out. He fucked me so many times that day that I lost count. He made me cum every time and sometimes more than once. The rest is history.” Peter was sitting there with the biggest grin you ever saw shaking his head up and down. I said, WOW that’s some story.
That day at lunch the football coach came up to where Pete and I were eating. He told me that he wanted me to come back to the team next year and that he wanted to make sure I joined the team for summer work outs. He told me to start weight lifting again to build my strength. He told Pete that if he got his grade average to a “C” he could rejoin the team too.
I met this Asian girl name Ushe. She was real nice and she had a girl friend by the name of Teri. They were always together. On this particular day Ushe asked me if I would walk her home. She said a couple of boys were giving them a bad time and that if I walked her home they would think I was her boy friend and would leave her alone. I said sure. I was getting pretty big having grown to 6’2” and weighing 195lbs. I told Peter and he said he would come with me. On the way home she pointed out the two boys that had been giving them the bad time. I knew them so I walked over and told them to lay off the girls. They said they didn’t know they were ours girl friends, and they were only having some fun.
I noticed that Teri was getting real cozy with Pete. Ushe invited us into the house and told us her folks were at work. She got us all a coke and we sat on the couch. Next thing I knew Pete was smooching with Teri and he had his hands between her legs and was finger fucking her. Ushe saw what they were doing and said, “Come with me” She took me by the hand and led me to what I guessed was her bedroom and we no sooner got the door closed when she threw her arms around me and gave me a french kiss. Her tongue was exploring my mouth like crazy. I lowered her onto the bed and began to squeeze her breast. They were different than Madelyn’s, my Moms or for that matter the other two gals I had fucked. When I took her dress and bra off I saw that her tits were large like saucers but more flat than round with huge nipples.
I began sucking on those nipples and she started moaning ohhhhh, mmmmmmmm that’s nice she cooed. She took my hand and placed it between her legs so I removed her panties and started finger fucking her. She undid my belt buckle and lowered my pants just past my Ass as I finger fucked her and sucked her titties. I stood up and took my jeans and underwear off as she spread her legs. I asked her if she had a condom because I didn’t have any. She told me she was on the pill and I didn’t need to worry about getting her pregnant. I bent down and shoved my face into her pussy. I almost gagged because she had a very strong fishy smell. Before I could get my head out she grabbed my head and buried my face into her pussy. I got over the strong smell and began to lick and suck on her clit. Her pussy was covered with very black course hair.
I made her cum a couple of times and she was screaming at the top of her lungs: Ohhhhhh god, Bobby what a tongue you have, don’t stop, ohhhhh yes yesssss, god you’re making me cum. I came up and slid my cock into the outer folds of her cunt. She was pretty tight and I had to work at getting it in her. I gave a big push and sunk deep into her pussy. She screamed “Ohhhhhhh my god Bobby you are so big, oh christ fuck me; fuck me hard with that big dick of yours.” I didn’t think I had such a big dick. It wasn’t quite seven inches but it was pretty thick around. I began to shove my cock in and out of her.
With all the fucking I had been doing lately I was able to fuck her for almost twenty minutes. I took turns french kissing her and sucking on her tits as I fucked. She was screaming and wiggling her ass as I made her cum several times. Finally I felt that erg in my balls and shot a load of cum up inside her fuck hole. Oh my god Bobby, that was wonderful. You can come and fuck me anytime you want too.
Pete and Teri walked in and Teri said hey Ushe, sounds like you had a good fuck. Pete was great too. Why don’t we swap? Ushe said that’s a great idea. Take Bob into Moms room and fuck him there. Just be careful not to get any cum on her bed. Put a couple of towels down. Teri led me into Ushe’s Mothers room. She laid down a couple of bath towels and then shoved me onto the bed. She grabbed my soft cock and shoved it into her mouth and began to suck. She looked up and said, “christ I wish Ushe didn’t eat so much dried fish. I always have a bard time eating her pussy. Usually if she douche’s with scented water it’s not so bad.
She went back to sucking and got me nice and hard. She got on her back and lifted her legs and put them on my shoulders as I leaned in and shoved my cock into her wet pussy about 3 inches. Even though Pete had already fucked her she was still pretty tight. I shoved the rest of my cock in and was surprised I hit bottom. I looked down at Teri’s brown skin as I slid in and out of her pussy. She was an American of Mexican decent. Her tits were cone shaped with huge areolas and her nipples were the whole end of her tits. I leaned down and began to suck each breast in turn as I fucked her.
She didn’t scream like Ushe, but she just kept a low murmur like ummmmmm. She wrapped her legs around my waist and put her heels on my butt using her heels to push against my Ass each time I thrust inside her. I fucked her even longer than Ushe, and I wasn’t sure I could cum again. She just kept up a steady uuummmmmmg, ummmmm as I drove in and out of that tight warm cunt. Every so often she would say oh god yessssssss and I knew she had cum again. Finally after a little over a half hour I felt that erg build up into my ball sack and I shot a load deep into her cervix.
Suddenly I asked, you are on the pill aren’t you? “Well it’s a little late to think of that isn’t it? But yes I’m on the pill. You and Pete are by far the best lovers we have ever had.” How many guys have you and Ushe fucked I asked. “I have fucked eight guys and Ushe five. We have both eaten two girls pussy’s at school.” I thought wow more guys than Pete and I have girls.
When I got home from school I left a note that I would be eating at Pete’s again. When Madelyn came home from work Pete and I were ready for her. We had showered and shaved and drank a couple of glass’s of milk each. We tried to fuck her before she got out of the kitchen but she told us that she wanted to take a shower first and douche her self both in the Ass and her Vagina as she anticipated them both wanting to be inside her at the same time. As soon as she was out of the shower we put her on her bed and took turns eating her lovely snatch while the other sucked her tits and french kissed her. We ate her box for over an hour before she finally screamed, “ENOUGH I CAN’T HANDLE ANY MORE. If you don’t fuck me I think I’ll go insane.” We both smiled.
She straddled me and slid down on my waiting cock and bent way over anticipating Pete’s cock entering her Ass. She had already lubed her Ass hole after douching. We fucked her like that for about twenty minutes before Pete shot his love offering deep into her Ass. It took me another seven or eight minuets before I came. I thought, how lucky can one get to have, such a wonderful women as this to fuck. We fucked her again before dinner and Pete Ate her pussy while she cooked. I fucked her in the Ass for the first time while she did the dishes or tried to. She told me that I was the first person to make her cum while fucking her there. We fucked her two more times before I had to go home.
When I got home Dad was still up but Mom had gone to bed. I fixed myself a glass of milk and was sitting there drinking it when Dad came into the kitchen. “Hi Bob, he stopped calling me Bobby when I turned fourteen, how was your day. Real nice, Coach asked me to come back and play football next year and wants me to attend summer practices. “Hey that’s wonderful, I missed not going to the games to see you play. I’m not sure what’s the matter with your Mom, she seems off her feed. She has been a little short tempered the last couple days.” Oh you know how women are, moody one minute and feeling great the next I said. “Ya, you’re probably right, but it’s not like your Mom, she is almost always in a good mood.” She will be OK I’m sure and said good night and went to bed.
The rest of the week and semester we fucked Ushe & Teri at least three times a week. We continued to fuck Madelyn every day accept when she had her period, on those days Pete and I fucked her in the Ass. That summer I started staying over at Pete’s every night. Mom was still very standoffish when ever we were alone. She was Seville enough when Dad was around. I was glad I was staying over at Pete’s because it made me sad to see the change in Mom although one morning before school I had to go to my house to get some underwear and when I walked by Moms bedroom the door was open and Mom came out of her bathroom without any clothes on. I just stood there looking at her wonderful body and her great tits jiggling as she walked. When she saw me standing there looking at her I thought she would scream at me but she didn’t. She did not try to cover up she just walked over and shut the door.
EPILOG
I played football the next two years and got a couple of scholarships. I chose a Midwestern college because I wanted to get away. I couldn’t stand what I had done to Mom. I tried on several occasions to apologize telling her how sorry I was. That it would
never happen again. I asked for her forgiveness but never got it.
I met a few women at college and fucked them but none were as good as Madelyn. One gal I must say could really suck a cock. I often had to pull her off me because she would suck me until I would get sore. I flew home every break I could so I could be with Pete’s Mom. Pete went to a Jr. College and got a job with a newspaper when he graduated. He met a women at the paper and married her. They have two kids both girls. When he got Married Madelyn made him stop fucking her. He wasn’t happy about it so she said he could fuck her only on her birthday as a present.
After graduation I played two years Pro Football and then got hurt. I got a job with a big sports broadcasting company and eventually became a football analyst, making $250,000 a year. I realized I really loved Madelyn and talked her into going to Vegas and marrying me. Her sister was the maid of honor and Pete was my best Man. I didn’t tell or invite my folks. We sold her house and I bought her a great house in the better part of a city about 20 miles from my folks. It has six bedrooms seven bathrooms a den and family room and a three car garage on six acre’s. Madelyn and I still fuck or I eat her pussy almost every day. We have four kids, three boys and a girl who is next to the oldest. I am forty three now and Madelyn just turned sixty. I love her now as much as I ever did. I’m so lucky. At sixty she still turns me on and she still loves to fuck. Can you ask for anything more.
Dad died five years ago of cancer. When I was at the wake after the funeral I asked Mom why she would never forgive me. “I was afraid to. Remember that morning I made pancakes just after you had intercourse with me the night before?” Sure, I almost grabbed your tits when your robe and Gown came open. I wanted to suck your nipples and fuck you again, I said. “I know and if you had I would have wanted you to make love to me again and again. There hasn’t been a day since then that I didn’t want you to come home and make love to me. I knew it was so wrong so I forced myself to do what I did. I always felt guilty and sorry for you father. Because of the way I felt about wanting you I was never able to be a good lover to him after that,” she said.
I was speechless. I just stood there for a long time. When all the guests were gone I led Mom to her bedroom and made love to her. I ate her pussy and sucked her titties that were no longer nice and firm as they once were. I fucked her for a long time causing her to cum a number of times. Her pussy was the same but the muscles were not as tight because of none use. She cried and cried after words. “Oh what a waste of my life, and your Dad’s. I think now if I had given in to my feelings maybe we all could have been happy. I think I was more than capable of making you both sexually happy. We fucked two more times before we fell asleep in each others arms.
On Sunday Morning I fucked her very slowly for over an hour and a half. I made her cum about every three minutes. Every time she came she would buck her Ass like she was being electrocuted. When I finally felt that urge come to my balls I forced her legs high over her head and was surprised how limber she still was. I began to ram my cock deep into my Mothers vagina cavity. I kept hitting her cervix and she started squealing like a Banshee. Oh Bobby, oh what a fool I was, Oh god you feel so good inside me. FUCK ME BABY, FUCK ME LIKE YOU HAVE NEVER FUCKED ANYONE BEFORE, FUCK THAT VAGINA YOU CAME OUT OF, OH GODDDD YESSSSS AHHHHHHG,” she screamed and threw her abdomen hard against me and came several times one after the other as I continued to pound my cock deep into that love hole I came out of. When I felt my self start to cum I grabbed her by her Ass and pulled her as tight as I could and came directly into her cervix. I fucked her again just before I left. I told her that yes it was a shame that we wasted all those years.
I made sure I stopped over at Mom’s house at least once a week and made love to her from that day forward. On her 60th birthday two years ago I asked her what she would like for her birthday. She said “You know I have never been fucked in the Ass. Your Dad never would. A friend of mine told me years ago that once I loosened up my sphincter muscle she thought I would like it. I have been curious to know what it might be like all these years. I have also wanted to suck your cock because your Father always said I was good at it and I would like to feel your sperm sliding down my throat.” Well Mom, douche out your Ass before I come and I will fulfill your fantasy.
I made sure I didn’t fuck Madelyn the night before andI told her I wanted to spend the week-end with Mom. She said, “I’m so glad you were able to make your peace with her, enjoy yourself. Just to be sure I picked up some Viagra at the drug store and took it with me. Even though Mom was no where near the women physically that she was I enjoyed the week-end. She sucked my cock twice and made me cum both times. Dad was right; she was very good at sucking a cock. I fucked her in the Ass three times. The first time was pretty difficult. It took a lot of lubricating and stretching of her sphincter muscle with my fingers. When I was finally able to penetrate her all the way it was wonderful and she thoroughly enjoyed it.
We had breakfast and then went back to bed and I fucked her again. We had lunch and then about two o’clock I took the Viagra and fucked her two more times before I left. She said, “Oh Bobby that was the nicest birthday gift a women could have. Even though It’s incest and I know it is wrong my only regret is that I didn’t do it the day you ate my pussy and I kicked you out of bed. After this week-end I can only imagine what it could have been like over all these past years.
For the next three years I continued to fuck my Mother at least once a week. She died last month of a heard attack. At the funeral I realized I had not known her true nature but, was so glad that she was able to forgive me for what I had done to her. I only hoped I had made it up to her. I do think she died happy.
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