Mommy Mind Control Chapter 3: Mommy’s Naughty Disicpline
With her mind control powers, the naughty mommy punishes the whore who cheated on her son!
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Connie giggled — something she seldom did — as they stepped off the ferry and started walking arm-in-arm toward the parking lot.
“Okay, wife,” Jerry said. “Explain the mirth.”
“You were so cute at dinner, stalling and stalling and stalling –really, honey, you’d think you were condemned to some gruesome fate.”
“I was not stalling.” He said it with a straight face, but she walked the next few steps turned sideways, staring up at him. Finally he cracked the smile.
“‘I was not stalling,'” she said gravely, mimicking him. “Oh, no, of course not. You always have three cups of coffee and two deserts after dinner at Four Seasons.” They reached the parking lot and began wending their way through the cars.
“I was just trying to prolong a lovely moment. This is a special occasion, you know.”
She burst out with a loud guffaw.
“And I thought it would be, you know, nice to walk past my old apartment, where we first did it.”
Connie’s laughter rebounded, peals of amusement that rang out in the chilly night. Jerry stopped and waited till she had calmed down and caught her breath.
“Honey, it’s 43 degrees. We could have taken a cab instead of walking — and very slowly, I might add — 18 blocks. And ‘nice’? You mean ‘romantic,’ don’t you? Because it was romantic.”
“Yeah, well, I guess so. Kind of.”
She shook her head and suddenly threw herself on him, clinging to him with her arms around his neck. “I love you so much, Gerald.”
“I love you with all of me, Veronica.” He kissed her, his arms easily holding her lithe, small frame. The kiss began sweetly and then got a lot more passionate.
Someone cleared his throat and said, “Okay you kids…” A flashlight winked on. Jerry lowered her and they turned to the cop.
“Sorry about that,” Jerry said. “The term ‘parking lot’ triggers a conditioned reflex in us.”
“And thanks for the ‘you kids’!” Connie added.
The cop walked off, shaking his head and softly chuckling. Holding hands, Jerry and Connie walked slowly to the car and climbed in. Jerry tossed his coat into the backseat and they buckled up.
“Now you’re trying to get me arrested,” Jerry teased as he started the engine.
“For what? Making out with your wife on your anniversary?”
He shifted into gear. “I was thinking more of Rampant Horniness, First Degree, and Consorting With a Known Sex Object.” Connie leaned over. “And what are you doing?”
“Access to my favorite sex object.” She unzipped his trousers and began working his rapidly stiffening cock out of his briefs.
“Hey, you definitely are going to get me busted for lewdness or indecent exposure.”
“Can’t leave you exposed, I guess,” she agreed — and began stuffing as much of his cock into her mouth as she could manage.
Jerry groaned as his wife’s head bobbed between his abdomen and the steering while. Connie sucked happily, her mouth filled with his expanding meat and her tongue busily exploring all the wonderfully familiar nooks and veins she had come to know and love. She was moist under her evening dress. She’d suddenly gotten the impulse to suck her husband’s cock right there, in the restaurant, a la “Shampoo.” For some reason she could not fathom, the urge, the craving, was just there and undeniable. She’d squirmed and fidgeted during the main course, the sorbet, the deserts and coffees. She’d fairly trembled with the urge walking to and then past his old apartment and she’d been unable to sit still during the short ferry ride across the Hudson. The heat and solidity of his pulsing cockhead was exactly what she’d salivated for all evening.
She didn’t want him to cum — not yet — and she knew him so well she was able to keep him just…below…the threshold for the fifteen minutes it took to drive to their home.
But when the car was in the driveway, the lights and engine off, the gear in PARK, Connie turned her head sideways in his lap and murmured, “Come on, honey — gimme gimme gimme GIMME!” She jammed her face back over his cock, taking him to the back of her throat. She sucked hard and slow and let her tongue wriggle against the underside of his big cock. She felt him twitch and she moaned pitifully.
That did it. Jerry let out a soft whimper of surrender and his dick erupted. Connie squirmed and pulled her head back, gulping noisily and sucking just the glans and a little bit of the massive shaft. He spasmed again and this time he flooded her mouth with his hot, beloved semen. She sucked sloppily, knowing how much that aroused him and bobbed her head slightly. His caress on her cheek sent a shiver of love and lust through her. She moaned again as a third geyser shot into her mouth, and began moving her head up and down hungrily, coaxing a fourth, fifth and sixth welcome splattering.
She licked and sucked his dick clean before relinquishing it, then gently stuffed the half-hard length of him back into his trousers. She looked up and saw Jerry leaning his head back to rest on the neck support of the seat. He tilted his face forward and pulled her mouth to his, kissing her hard and sticking his tongue into her mouth. She loved feeling him swirling his tongue around in the mixture of her saliva and the residue of his sperm.
“Baby, you make me so hot!” she breathed into his mouth. “I wanted to do that right after the pate.”
He grinned. “I know. I can tell when that’s what you’re craving. You get this particular look on your face and start getting very, very restless.”
“Oh?”
“And you only get the urge when we’re someplace where it is absolutely impossible — or unwise — to indulge it.”
“Remember ‘Shampoo’?”
“Do I remind you of Warren Beatty?”
“Yccch. What I liked was the brazenness of it. Not to mention Julie Christie. Or was it Goldie Hawn? Whichever. Which reminds me. Let’s go in the house.”
He sighed in resignation. “You’re sure about this? No last-minute doubts?”
She kissed him quickly on the lips. “Let’s get inside.”
“O-kaaaay.” They disentangled and exited the car, then stood in the driveway for a moment, looking at each other across the roof of the car. Jerry cleared his throat. “Bravely go I forth to meet my fate.”
“Your fate.” She snorted. “I’ll try to make it as painless as possible.”
He grinned at her and they entered their home. The only light was in the kitchen, which Connie had switched on before they’d left. “Hmmmm. Looks like your fate hasn’t arrived yet,” she said, removing her coat. Jerry took hers and hung it next to his in the foyer closet. Connie was wearing her drop-dead jet-black Armani sheath, the one with the spaghetti straps across her shoulders. It molded itself to her every lovely curve. She could feel her husband’s gaze on her as she walked gracefully into the kitchen, the high heels stretching her legs, her pert ass twitching under the fabric.
Look and lust, honey, she was thinking. You’re going to need all the lust you can muster before the night is over. And as she thought of what the night had in store for both of them, her nipples hardened and crinkled under the dress and her cunt renewed its moistening. She drew a tumbler of water from the faucet of the filter — New Jersey’s water was officially safe, but the taste was only slightly better than that of the residual semen she was rinsing from the roof of her mouth.
“Want me to bring you something?” she called.
“Some juice?”
She drew a second tumbler of water for herself and poured Jerry a tall glass of his grapefruit juice. She returned to find him sitting stiffly in his favorite chair, a leather recliner half-facing the fireplace. When Jerry was nervous, he always became very still.
Connie handed him the glass. “Fair enough — you already gave me my juice.” She licked her lips for emphasis. He showed little sign of seeing the gesture or hearing the remark.
She folded easily to her knees beside him and rested her arms on his thigh. “Hey — loosen up, honey.”
He cranked his head around to look at her, a machine-like motion. “I’m just afraid — ” He clamped his lips.
“Afraid of what?”
He was silent for a long minute before blurting, “You’ve been telling this woman what a stud you’ve married and she’s all worked up for this and so are you and, well, I just don’t know what I’ll do if I start feeling left out or can’t — can’t — you know: perform.”
She’d considered the possibility that this would come up, so to speak. An introverted man by nature, she’d known that if the worry was really in his mind, he wouldn’t be able to tell her till the last minute. Connie had given this situation thought and had a Plan.
She held his gaze for a moment. “Honey, I can still call Kimberly and cancel this. I don’t — ” She held up one finger, shushing his protest. “I do not want this to become a problem for us. And if you really believe you might find it that much of a worry, I will gladly trade this for us, every time — and never regret it one iota.”
“But — ”
Again she shushed him. “But first, before you decide, I want to show you how much confidence I have in you and how much you should have in you. Deal?”
“But — ”
She glanced at the clock. “This won’t take long. There’s plenty of time. Indulge me?”
He drew a deep breath and slowly let it out. And nodded.
She ducked her head down and graced his thigh with her teeth through his trousers.
“First, will you please get rid of that damn jacket and tie?”
He stood as she leaned back. He began unknotting the tie as he turned toward the stairs and the closet set in the wall beneath the steps.
“No — just toss them onto the couch.”
He shrugged and quickly complied, unbuttoning the collar of his shirt for good measure.
“Isn’t that more comfortable?” she teased, knowing how much he hated having to wear them. She rolled smoothly to her knees. “What do you like best about me?”
That got a genuine smile from him. They’d had this exchange the first night and on many nights since. It was almost a script, but the ritual of the dialogue was a comfortably exciting thing that they enjoyed.
“I like everything about you best!” he answered. Of course.
“That’s sweet, but you know what I mean,” she cued, getting to her feet with the lithe grace only a dancer could supply.
“What?”
She stood before him, fingers laced and hands in front of her, slowly turning a little to the left, a little to the right. She was a shade over five feet tall and after the night’s big meal, was perhaps up to 97 pounds. Her dark hair and big, brown eyes and fair complexion were perfect for the demands of the sheath dress she was wearing and she knew how much it appealed to him.
“Oh, you know — some guys are tit men, some guys are leg men, some are ass men… You know.”
“Oh, *that*!” he said. “Well, I’m really a tit-leg-ass man, but if I had to pick just one — ”
She nodded, exaggerating the gesture.
“I guess — your butt. You’ve got the cutest, ripest, most delectable peach of an ass I’ve ever seen on a woman of legal age.”
“So you like my tush?”
“First time I saw you in that cheerleader’s outfit, bending and strutting, I said to myself, ‘I have got to grab those buns!’ — ”
“And you did — eventually.” She reached up and pulled one spaghetti strap off her left shoulder. “I have a surprise for you.” The other strap was removed. “Special — for my husband, the ass man.” She reached behind herself and nimbly undid the four hooks-and-eyes. She began squirming sensuously. The sheath began to flow off her, lower and lower. Once it was past the pert thrust of her tits, it slid down the rest of the way in a soft, sussurant swish of fine fabric until it lay in a small heap about her ankles.
She stepped back and out of the circle of discarded evening dress.
“Like?” She raised her hands above her head and slowly turned for him. The flimsy, non-support bra was blue and nearly transparent.
So were the thigh-cut panties.
When she had turned a full 360 degrees, she watched her husband swallow.
“I like,” he said simply, his voice thick. His lovely, petite wife stood before him in her bra, panties and — this was a first, really — garters and stockings.
“That’s new,” he said, raising his eyebrows. “The stockings.”
“Got the idea from Emily.” She’d told him some things about Emily — including her remarkable tongue — but not about what she and Kim had done with Emily.
“Thank her for me.”
She smiled slightly and turned to her right, then executed a majestically smooth bend from the waist. Her knees stayed straight, as did her back and shoulders. She bent lower and lower, until her forearms were wrapped around her calves, her nose was against her knees and her gorgeous little butt was outthrust in all its rounded glory, inside the taut, blue sheen of the panties.
Connie could hear his breathing grow shallow. She watched his fingers twitch, the jerky stretching of his arm. His hand came to rest in a long caress on her ass, his palm almost covering one cheek, his splayed finger lightly pressing the other.
“Step up behind me,” she whispered, voice throaty. “Get close behind me. I want to feel you pressing against me.”
He moved like a man in a dream, coming around behind her. His cock was as hard as a piece of steel, throbbing down his right thigh within his trouser leg. He bent his knees and pressed the stiff, throbbing meat into the shallow crack of her ass. She felt the thickness of his shaft between her ass cheeks, saw the bulge of the pants-covered glans protruding below her crotch.
Her soaked crotch.
He had both hands on her ass now and they wouldn’t stay still. His hands slid around her hips, up to her waist, around to her tummy.
She stood slowly, gracefully, back and legs straight. His hands slid up to her breasts, cupping and caressing them through the thin bra, then squeezing them carefully, finally pinching her hardened nipples and eliciting a soft “Oh!” from her. She let herself lean back into him, the back of her head against his chest, as he savored her lithe charms. She flexed her ass cheeks against his cock, felt his dick surge in response.
She turned within his arms. Her hands went to his waist, quickly undoing belt, waistband and zipper, pushing trousers and briefs down his heavily-muscled thighs. His cock popped out, long and hard and thick. She felt its heat against her bare stomach as she straightened. His fingers were tugging clumsily at the bra, searching for the clasp, fumbling it open.
“I’ve got to have you, honey,” she breathed. “Can’t wait — got to have you inside me right now. Lay down right there, right there…” As she spoke, she fumbled at the buttons of his shirt.
He settled gawkily to the carpet as she shrugged out of the bra. She stepped over him and pushed the now sopping panties down just below her cunt, leaving them about her thighs.
Connie crouched over him, ankles to either side of his hips, knees close together.
“Hold it in place for me!” she hissed. She felt his stiff meat sear her thigh just below the panties, shifted to the side and settled her dripping cunt against her husband’s big prick. She pressed down, trying to force herself onto it. With her thighs close together and her torso tensed in her unbalanced crouch, she was even tighter than usual. She worked her hips from side to side, trying to wedge her cunt onto his big pole.
She finally captured more of the fat, smooth glans between her labia.
“Grab me!” she moaned. “Pull me down!”
His hands slid up her legs to her hips. He held them as if they were a basketball and pressed her down over him.
“YEEE-ESSS!” she screamed as his knob finally penetrated her hungry cunt. “YES!” He pulled her down onto him as he pressed up. She felt his cock — it seemed even larger than usual — boring inexorably up into her cunt, her womb, her stomach, her lungs. She shrieked again and shook as she finally settled her tautly stretched cunt lips against the bony ring at the base of his straining dick. She felt impaled, helpless and totally loved by the man she loved. Her cunt was convulsing over him even before he started jerking her hips up and down over his rampant prick. His cock was smoothing all the little wrinkles and bumps in her cunt, ironing and stretching them and finally testing her limits as he thrust up into her and pulled her down onto him.
Connie tried to hump herself up and down over her husband’s cock, but somehow, she just couldn’t seem to get her coordination. Every time she tensed to lift herself, she was clenching her cunt down on his cock and — BOOM! — she’d be cumming again.
He pulled her down against his chest. His chest hairs scraped her nipples, adding to her arousal. She slobbered on the side of his neck and his shoulder, incoherent sounds of sheer pleasure escaping her lips. Beneath her, Jerry was hunching his hips up at her while his hand, clamped over her small, hard ass, pumped her atop him. It seemed to Connie as if the orgasms never completely stopped, now; they diminished occasionally, but — like ocean waves — never completely faded.
Suddenly, Jerry was rolling her onto her back, then cranking her legs, so slim and limber, up and back — farther — farther — farther, till her calves were almost behind her ears. She felt her quimcontracting on him, shortening.
When he was poised above her, his powerful torso supported on his outstretched arms, she felt as if she were being skewered. Skewer-screwed, she thought. Skewered.
“Skewered,” she mumbled, gasping as he began to sink into her. She felt unbelievably full. She could watch her own abdomen bulge as his fat, hard dick pushed deeper and deeper into her.
“Wazzat?” he gasped.
“Skewer-screwed,” she whispered. “Skewered”
He bottomed out inside her. She thought his knob must be somewhere in the vicinity of her duodenum. Maybe her larynx. Her tummy convulsed as the orgasms began rising through her again.
He pulled back slowly and held himself above her, suspended on hands and toes so the only points of contact were the backs of her thighs against stomach and her filled-to-bursting cunt.
Jerry began jabbing down with his hips, quick, twirling thrusts that screwed his cock into her, pressing all the wonderful little hidey-holes of pleasure in her vagina. Connie was beyond screaming, now; the pleasure had sucked the breath from her. She could do no more than lay back and receive the wonderful poling her husband was giving her — receive and enjoy.
As he rammed his cock in and out of her, he let his legs bend till his knees were resting on the carpet and slowly began straightening. He took her ankles in his hands and pulled them together, then held both slim ankles in one powerful hand. All the time, his strokes never ceased, his big prick driving deep into her recesses, then pulling back, her tight little labia coating his wide girth.
He brought his free hand down to her face, caressing her cheek with his fingertips. Her eyes popped open, wide, and slowly she focused on his face. She saw the lust and hunger there, and the love and tenderness.
“Oh, baby,” she managed to whisper. There was more, but she couldnāt make her mouth work to say it. Later, she vowed silently.
The hand moved lower, to her mouth. She was holding her lower lip between her teeth. She opened her mouth and greedily sucked at his finger, tonguing it as if it were his cock…
…or Kimberly’s nipple…
…before he pulled it free and lightly caressed her stiffened nipple, then tweaked it. She groaned, deep and loud, as yet another orgasm careened through her.
His cock, all the time pistoning in and out and in and out, deeper and farther, stretching and reaming, so goood, so goooood…
“So goooooood,” she moaned.
His hand went lower, over her solar plexus, her belly, her abdomen. It finally paused, fingers splayed and palm flat, just above her pubis.
He smiled and pressed down as he pushed his cock balls’ deep into her soaked cunt. That tiny, magical bundle of nerves in the top wall of her vagina was compressed against the top of his cock.
Connie felt reality fading as her eyes rolled up and just the whites showed. It was as if all sensation were draining from her body to the focal point of her cunt, to that one spot in her cunt — and then the pleasure exploded outward, suffusing her, filling her to exploding, saturating her nerves, her skin, then growing more and more intense until she was sure she’d burst into orgasmic flame and then:
“AHHHHHHHH!”
Her cry shattered the panting quiet as the most intense orgasm of her experience burst through her entire being. She couldn’t remember the time before its beginning, couldn’t imagine the time after its end; it was a forever orgasm, unending and a time unto itself. And it seemed perpetual, consuming, possessing. She came and came and came, harder and harder, dimly aware of the components: his big cock throbbing inside her, his hand holding her ankles, his hand pressing her abdomen, her clitoris quivering, her nipples responding to molecule of air.
And then she became aware of his prick motionless inside her. No, not motionless — no longer plunging, but not motionless. It was throbbing, spasming. She could feel his balls, tight and heavy against her upturned little ass, jerking. She could feel his hot semen spraying and splashing inside her, feel her cunt stretching with each swelling and explosion. She could feel him cumming inside her cumming cunt and it all went higher and brighter until she had become a single, quivering nerve, a gigantic clitoris — cumming.
He finally sagged above her and slowly, almost gracefully, rolled her into his arms as he slid onto his back, panting like a marathon runner. His shriveling prick was still trapped in the yet-spasming slickness of her cunt and she let herself coat his flesh with hers as she remembered that vow.
“My darling,” she whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear. “My darling, “You’re the only one I’ll ever need. I may want others, from time to time, but you’re the only one I’ll ever need, and I’ll always need you.”
He kissed the her forehead. “I love you so much, Veronica.”
She kissed his shoulder. “I love you, Gerald.”
“I’ve never seen you cum that hard or that long.”
She shivered. Even the imperfect memory was nearly enough to make her cum again. “I’ve never cum that hard in my life. Or that long.”
“I feel like you got all the moisture in my body.” He chuckled, a quiet, throaty rumble. “I think you’ve done me in. I’m afraid your friend is going to be disappointed.”
She remembered her plan, abruptly. “No, she won’t. If Kimberly isn’t enough to turn you on, and I’m not, and if the two of us together aren’t, then I know something that’s guaranteed to put some more lead in your pencil.”
“Better be high-octane lead.”
She tightened her cunt on him. He grunted.
“It will be.” She snuggled closer “Can you see the clock?”
She felt him shift. “Nine-fifty-five.”
She relaxed even more. “Good. Let’s just stay like this for a few minutes. We have time for some snuggling and a shower.”
“Oh?”
“Trust me.”
He began humming the theme from “Raiders of the Lost Ark.”
“You’re silly,” she accused.
“You’re sexy.”
She hummed against his shoulder and let herself relax in the cradle of his arms. Just a few minutes, she told herself…
…”Huh?”
“You dozed off. Ten after ten.”
Connie pulled herself up on him, slowly disconnecting his cock from her cunt. It slurped out of her just as her lips reached his. They kissed lightly for a moment, then passionately, then lightly again before she rolled off him. She pulled her knees up under herself, then stood. She could feel his juice and hers seeping from between her cunt lips. She felt unbelievably sexy looking down at the long, hard-muscled length of him — sexy, and fabulously lucky. She couldn’t dare even hope that he felt the same way about her, but he did; her heart knew it.
“Shower — me first!” she said, feeling suddenly childish. She grinned and hurried up the stairs, leaving him to gather their clothes.
Connie was just stepping under the hot spray — she’d douched first; had to be fresh and tasty! — when Jerry stuck his head into the shower. “Need some help?” He leered excessively.
“And you claimed you couldn’t get it up again!”
“Well, it’s as limp as a washrag, so I figured — ”
She held her palms so the spray glanced off her hands at his face. He retreated hastily. Connie finished her shower and toweled off. She stepped into the bedroom wearing the big bath towel like an Island Girl and found her husband carefully tucking in the bedspread. He was wearing his yellow, terry-cloth robe. The clock said 10:23. Kim was due between 10:30 and 10:45.
“Your turn.” She jerked her thumb at the door to the bathroom.
He nodded, expression somber — but not unhappy. As he was walking past her, she stopped him with a hand on his forearm. “Tell me what you feel?”
“I love you and I’m a little uneasy about this…but — okay, I guess. I know I can’t get off again for a few hours.”
She stopped the impulse to smile or speak.
“So I feel like, well, I’m going to see my lover have a wonderful time with a beautiful woman, and that sounds fine. So — okay. But I wonder what I should wear.”
She tugged the lapel of the robe. “This is just fine.”
“Seriously.”
She did smile, now. “Your favorite jeans and a sweatshirt, okay? Just — relaxed, right?”
“Right.”
She stretched up on her tiptoes and kissed him lightly. “Go shower.”
Connie waited till she heard the shower running, then quickly slipped into her purple camisole, matching bikini panties and negligee. She walked barefoot downstairs to the living room and quickly put the tape into the VCR. The timer said 10:32. She was just cinching the sash of the negligee when the doorbell rang.
Smiling confidently, hearing the sounds of the shower where her wonderful husband was lathering herself, Connie opened the front door and welcomed Kimberly…
….and Emily.
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“Oh yeah, you’re as good as the other bitch!” he screamed.
Jenna was proud of herself. Ok, maybe he exaggerated a little bit in his ecstasy, but she had to be really good, though. She pulled it out of her mouth to pull down his pants so they were both completely naked. Then she took a rubber from the box, thinking ‘safety first!’ and rolled it over his prick. The young hooker then straddled his lap and guided his cock to the entrance of her pussy. She lowered herself slowly, letting inch after inch slide in her juicy cunt.
Henry felt like he was in heaven. This young twenty year old snatch was the tightest he ever had the honor to fuck. Jenna began to rock her hips, letting her client’s hard dick slide in and out of her hole.
“Oh yeah, yeah, keep that up,” moaned Henry. He grabbed the big round tits bouncing over him. They felt wonderful. Nice and full, just the right size and firm as hell.
Her mother had told Jenna that the guy liked it, if she talked dirty, so she moaned “Ohhh, I love to ride that big fat cock of yours. Bang me, push it deep in my young wet pussy. Oh oh oh ohhhhhhhh!”
She clenched her pussy muscles. Henry was about to explode. Her grabbed her hips and pushed his ass up to meet her thrusts. A few seconds later he climaxed and squirted a huge load of cum. Jenna got off his cock and sat down beside him on the bed. He was out of breath, and near a heard attack. He needed a few seconds before he could speak again. Then he ordered the whore to take of the rubber and clean his cock with her tongue. She did as he wanted. His dick was getting hard again and she knew what that meant; he would bang her again.
“I wanna fuck you doggy style now, so get on you hands and knees!” he ordered.
He put a condom on his stiff cock, got behind her and with one hand on her ass and the other on his cock, he guided himself in her still wet pussy. Henry grabbed Jen’s shoulders and pulled her back, ramming his cock forwards at the same time. He got in deeper and deeper. The girl loved every second of it and even came after several hard thrusts. A few minutes later he climaxed and pumped his hot semen in her cunt, well, in the condom of course.
They fucked one more time and Henry had one of the hottest nights in his life. And Jenna had never earned more money in a single night. He handed her five hundred dollars when he left with a smile. Five hundred dollars and a lot of fun — what a night!
***
Jenna wanted to become a regular hooker of the brothel. She liked dancing and would still do it, but now she would be available for fucking and sucking too. At the next family meeting, they all talked about it and agreed that they would share their jobs from now on. Both women would dance and fuck.
Later that night, when their mom was asleep, Jenna came to her brother’s room.
“What’s up sis?” he asked.
“It’s … uhm … it’s kind of embarrassing. I … I need your help … I’m not sure if I should ask you that …” she said very nervously.
“Just ask Jen, I won’t bite,” he smiled.
“Ok. You know, as a hooker you’re expected to do everything to satisfy the client. Everything, including anal sex. I’ve never done it before and …”
“You don’t have to do it, Jen!” he assured.
“It’s not that. It’s just that I want to do it right. If I have I client, I can’t try anything, they expect a professional and that’s what they pay for,” she explained to her brother.
“Hm, I think that’s right. So what do you want to do about it … oh … you … you mean I should … really?”
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Greg thought about it. Since he fucked his mom on a regular basis, why shouldn’t he fuck his sister too? Additionally he had been curious about anal sex for quite a while.
“Ok, let’s do it!” he finally said.
“Great!”, the girl nearly shouted, “I’ll be right back, wait here for me.”
With that she left. A few seconds later, she came back with some KY-jelly. “This will make it easier!”
With that she stripped naked in front of her brother. He did the same.
“So, how do you want to do it?” Greg asked.
“Well, I think I should suck you cock first. It will get in better when it’s wet.”
She didn’t wait for an answer, but guided is already stiff cock in her mouth and sucked it.
“Oh wow, Jen, I didn’t think you would be as good as mom!” escaped Greg’s mouth and the moment he said it, he already regretted it. He shouldn’t tell his sister that he fucked his mom.
Jenna heard what he said and got curious.
“What do you mean? How do you know how mom gives blow jobs?”
“Oh, I just talked to some of the guests. Never mind, just keep sucking please.”
Ok, Jenna didn’t really believe it, but this was not the time to ask further questions. She kept sucking him until she thought that he was hard and wet enough. Then she lubed up her asshole with some KY-jelly and got on all fours. “Ok, please be gentle now.”
Greg got behind his sister. He aimed the top of this cock at her asshole. He pushed forward a little bit. His cock opened her ass and the tip slid in.
“Aahh. Hold on. Give me a few seconds to get used to it,” Jenna said, “Ok, now push it in a little deeper.”
He slid in another inch. They repeated this until his cock was completely in his sister asshole. Then Greg started to pump his cock in and out of her. Slowly at first, than rising up the pace.
“Oh Jen, your so incredible tight. Oh yeah, yeaaaah. This is awesome!” Greg screamed.
“Don’t stop Greg, I love it. Pump that fat cock of yours up my shitter! Push it in deeper, fuck me as hard as you can! Ooooohhh! Yeeeeeeeaaaahhh!”
They both came at the same time. Greg pumped load after load in his big sister’s ass. They both collapsed on the bed exhausted.
Clap, clap, clap came from the door. They both turned around in shock. It was their mother wearing nothing but a thong and a smile.
“Mom, it’s …” they both started.
“Shh, it’s ok. You two looked really sexy. I’m blessed having such a handsome well-endowed son and such a sexy daughter!” their mother said.
“But mom, aren’t you mad at us?” Jenna asked.
“No, in fact, I’ve been fucking your brother for quite a while now. And I don’t mind sharing him with you,” she grinned.
“Oh mom, you’re the best mom in the world!” said Jenna, as they all hugged each other.
“Thanks, but for now I think all of us should go to sleep. We have a lot of work to do tomorrow!” And that’s what they did.
For the next days and weeks, Greg fucked his mother and sister on a regular basis. Every time he was horny, one of them was horny too, so he always had an ass, pussy or mouth waiting for him.
One day a guest came to the brothel. He introduced himself as Peter; they never said their real names, but who cares? The difference between him and other clients was that he wanted to fuck two girls at once. He was willing to pay six hundred dollars. Julie looked at her daughter, who was looking at her. Without a word, both of them nodded, knowing exactly what the other meant. They took his hands and led him to one of the rooms. He sat down on the bed.
“I wanna see you undress each other, kissing and fondling each other. Like lesbians!” he demanded.
Of course the girls had expected that. The started dancing slowly and very close. They rubbed their bodies against each other. Julies tits pressed against her daughter’s. Jenna began to pull her mother’s top over her head until her tits came into view. She leaned down and took one of the nipples in her mouth she had used to suck milk from it as a baby. Julie leaned back her head and moaned as her daughter licked her nipples.
Then Julie grabbed behind her daughter and unclasped her bra. They pressed their tits together and started kissing each other. They stuck out their tongues and touched each other’s. Julie put her hand under her daughter’s short skirt and touched her young clit. She started stroking it and made her moan with pleasure. Then she pulled down the skirt and showed to guest her daughter’s firm ass. She also took off her hot pants. Now both of them were completely naked. The guest was totally overdressed, so they took off his clothes too. The knelt between his legs and started licking his cock from two sides. Jenna lowered herself a little bit and started to lick his balls, while her mother took his cock in her mouth and started sucking.
After a few minutes Peter lay back and — after the usual protection measures — Julie straddled him and sank down on his cock. While her mother rode the client, Jenna lay next to them and let him play with her tits. After a while mother and daughter switched positions.
“Let’s switch positions,” Peter said.
He wanted Julie on her back, got between her legs and fucked her. Then he ordered Jenna to sit on Julie’s face, so she could eat her. Jenna gulped and didn’t know if it was ok with her mom.
“It’s ok, sit on my face,” Julie encouraged her daughter.
Jenna did as she was told and her mother began to lick her hot snatch.
“Oh yeah, lick me mo.. lick me Julie, oh yeah!” Jenna almost said ‘mom’, “Oh yeah, that’s it! Awwwwwwwwww, ohhhhh, yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh!” she came with a loud scream. Seeing the young vixen cumming while the girl he fucked licked her was enough to make Peter cum. With a final hard thrust, he came.
When he was gone, Jenna turned to her mom, “Mom, that was wonderful. I’ve never been with another woman before. What you did felt great. Do you think you could show me how to do it properly?”
“I’d be my pleasure,” her mom grinned.
They got in a sixty-nine, so Julie could explain how to do it and Jenna could try it at the same time. Julie gave her some advice until both of them came with trembling bodies. They lay in this position for about five minutes.
“Mom … there’s another thing I’d like to learn,” Jenna said.
“What is it?”
“When you sucked his cock … you took all of his cock in your mouth. I would have only managed to take half of it. How can I learn to deep throat?”
“Well, there is a way to learn it real fast … but it’s a little bit rough …”
“No problem. Whatever it takes, I really want to learn it,” Jenna assured her mother.
“Ok then. Greeeeeeg,” she called her son.
Greg came and asked what was up. They told him about Jen’s plan and that they needed his ‘help’ to teach her. Julie told her daughter to lay back on the bed. Greg had to get over her head with his cock above her face. His sister opened her mouth and Greg guided his cock in.
“Ok, now fuck her face and push it in a littler further with each thrust. Don’t stop for anything, even if she chokes. You only do what I tell you from now on!” Julie told her son.
Greg nodded and started thrusting. He got in a littler further with every thrust, just as his mom had told him. When about four inches of his cock were in his sister’s mouth, she started choking and became red. He looked at their mom, but she didn’t tell him to stop, so he continued. Inch after inch disappeared in her mouth and she continued choking. Finally all seven inches of his thick cock were in her mouth and he fucked her face for all he was worth. After some thrusts she got used to it more and more until — after several strokes — she didn’t choke any more at all. She enjoyed it as he did. His balls slapped against her chin every time he pushed his cock in her hot wet mouth and his pubic hair brushed against her nose.
He couldn’t believe how hot her mouth was and how good what she did with her tongue felt.
“Oh yeah sis, you’re doing great! I’m cumming Jen, I’m cumming in your mouth. Yeaaaahh, drink my cum, swallow it! Oh, oh, oh, ooooohhhhhhh!”
He came in her mouth and she swallowed every single drop of his huge load. Julie was so proud of her daughter. They all were done for the evening and fell asleep in each other’s arms.
***
The brothel was running better and better. Even though they had two hookers now, it nearly wasn’t enough to fuck all guests. They decided to hire another girl. Jenna mentioned that she had told one of her friends about her job and that she seemed pretty interested in getting a hooker herself.
“Is she good at sex?” Julie asked.
“I don’t know; she’s kind of a slut, but we should test her …” Jenna answered.
Both of them looked at Greg, who smiled like a kid on Christmas. They decided to give Jenna’s friend Amya try. Jenna called her and asked her if she would be interested. She was, and would come over in an hour.
When she arrived she wore a long coat. When she was inside, she dropped the coat. She wore a see-through fishnet top, a jeans skirt and high boots. Her long dark hair was hanging down and covered her nipples.
The family told her to do a striptease first, as she would have to do this too. She got on stage and started dancing. She shook her hair wildly, finally showing her nipples and her big firm tits. She swung her hips and ass, while she seductively pulled down her skirt. She wore a black thong underneath. Then she pulled the top over her head and pressed her tits together. Amy looked directly in Greg’s eyes as she lifted one of her tits and took the nipple in her mouth. She lay on her back, grabbed the sides of her thong, pulled it down and spread her legs, while she pushed her hips up and down. The family had a good look at her swollen pussy lips.
When she was finished, she got standing ovations.
“Really good! Time for phase two now,” Julie said.
Greg got up, took Amy’s hand and led her to a fuck room. His mom and sister followed them. Greg got naked, and Amy sank to her knees and started licking and sucking the boy’s cock. She was good at it, he thought. While she took about five inches in her mouth, she massaged his balls with her hand. After her strip, it didn’t take long before he was ready.
“Oh yeah, suck that cock. Gooood, yeah! Suck it, bitch! I’m about to cum. Oh yeah, I’m almost cu … cu … CUMMIIIIIING!” Greg screamed as her came in her hot mouth.
Without choking she swallowed every single drop of his hot semen. Greg’s cock was still hard, so Amy lay back on the bed and spread her legs. Greg climbed between them, aiming his cock at her waiting pussy. She was wet already, so he pushed it in completely with a single thrust.
“Ooohh,” both moaned together.
He drove his prick in and out of her young cunt. She crossed her legs behind his back and pulled him in deeper and deeper. After a few minutes Julie told them to stop and that it was time for some ass fucking now. Amy turned around and got on her hands and knees. Greg’s cock was wet from her pussy juice and he managed to push half of it in her tight ass hole with his first push. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back on his cock, until it was completely in. He banged her furiously and showed no mercy until he was about to come. He wanted to shoot his cum in her ass, but his mom told him to get up. Amy had to sit in front of him.
“Cum on her face, Greg. Cover her in sperm!” Julie said.
Greg stroked his cock about three times before he shot his load in her waiting mouth, in her face and on her tits.
“So, did I qualify?” Amy asked with cum dripping from her chin to her fat tits.
“When can you start?” Julie answered and they all laughed.
***
Having a third hooker now made work easier again. Their expanding business could need another though. It seemed like fate when Julie’s thirty-two year old sister Kelly called.
“Hi sis, how are things going?” Julie asked.
“Not so good. It’s not enough that Ted, my husband, left me with nothing; I also lost my job a week ago. What about you? You have a job, right?” Kelly said.
“I … yeah, I have. It’s kind of a family business.”
Julie thought about whether she should offer her sister a job at the brothel. Kelly was very good looking. A sexy blonde woman with firm c-cup tits, sporty ass and legs. You could see that she did a lot of sport. But would she be willing do fuck strangers for money? She wasn’t prude or anything. In fact her husband had left her, because he caught her cheating on him two times! He wasn’t good at fucking but she is a nympho so she couldn’t resist.
Julie decided to give it a try. “Kelly, we have a small brothel. If you want, you could work here … as a hooker. I mean if you don’t want, it’s ok, I just wanted to …”
“That would be great!” Kelly interrupted her.
Julie told her that she could move in with the family if she wanted, so she wouldn’t have to pay rent and drive about an hour each day. Kelly moved in two days later.
“Kelly,” Julie said, “there’s another thing. You need to show us that you’re worth working here.”
“No problem!” her sister answered and stepped on the stage.
She did a sexy show for her audience and stripped until the only things she wore were her brown cowboy boots. The family was amazed by her firm trained body, her pert breasts and her bald cunt.
“Well done, Kel. Now for some serious action … I think Greg needs some relief,” Julie said.
“You … you want me to fuck my nephew?”
“Would that be a problem?”
“No; it’s a surprise, but no problem!”
They went to a fuck room and Greg got naked. Kelly got on her knees and looked at her nephew’s hard seven inch manhood. It looked wonderful, exactly what she needed now. She started to lick the pre-cum from the tip of his cock. With a slurping sound she took it in her mouth and started sucking. She managed to get all seven inches in her mouth and bobbed her head back and forth. Kelly grabbed Greg’s ass cheeks and pulled him deeper into her mouth. She was roughly fucking her lovely face with his cock.
Greg was ready. Fucking his sexy aunt’s face was great. She was an expert at this, just as his mom and sister. “I’m about to cum, aunt Kelly!”
Kelly pulled his cock out of her mouth and rapidly stroked it with her hand, aiming it at her open mouth.
“Oh oh yeah oh oohhh, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWW!” Greg moaned an came on his aunt’s waiting tongue. She played around with it for a few seconds, then she swallowed her nephew’s fresh cum. Then she started to lick his cock clean and to make him hard again. She had to show some fucking after all. While she licked his cock and balls, Greg fondled her wonderful firm tits. It didn’t take long before he was hard again.
Kelly lay on her back and spread her legs for him. Her pussy was glistening and her pussy lips were swollen. Greg got between his aunt’s legs and pushed his raging hard-on in her wet pussy. He began thrusting and banged her for about five minutes.
“Oh yeah Greg, you’re wonderful! If any of the guests will be this good, I’ll work for free! Fuck me! Bang me hard! Ooohhh!” Kelly moaned. She was so wet that her pussy juice ran down her ass, as her nephew pounded his prick insider her. She knew it wouldn’t take long for her to climax, but this fuck was not for her; she had to show that she can satisfy a man. So she pulled Greg down, embraced him and rolled on his back. She sat upright and began riding him. She took his hands and guided them to her tits.
Her hips went up and down faster and faster and she could see in his face that Greg would cum soon too.
“Oh Greg, your big cock feels so good inside my tight pussy! Ohhh, yeah! Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck!” she screamed.
“Fuck, Kelly, your pussy IS tight!”
Greg grabbed her hips and pulled her down harder and harder. When he felt her pussy muscles flexing and she was cumming, he thrust his cock inside her pussy as deep as he could and pumped spurt after spurt of his hot teenage cum in her!
Kelly dismounted him and lay on her back next to him. Jenna saw her chance, got between her aunt’s legs and began sucking her brother’s cum from her aunt’s pussy. Kelly was surprised, but liked it. Soon she had another shattering orgasm.
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A Helping Hand
Young man fucks poor neighbor woman so she can pay bills
A quiet night at home
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A Taboo Family Meeting
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Tina Trilogy(New Years Eve)
New Years Eve (New)
It was Saturday, New Years Eve, I was kind of wonder what Tina was doing tonight. I should have called her, but I did not. I have not spoken to her since our Christmas Day get together. I tried once but there was no answer to my phone call, and I never called back.
It was 4 p.m. and I was thinking on what to have for dinner. I also was getting ready to watch some college football on the television. Suddenly the doorbell rang, causing the stupid dog to bark his fool head off. Wondering whom the hell would come over at this time of day, I went to answer the door.
By habit I turned on the outside light and looked through the door window to see who it was, and to my surprise it was Tina standing there looking at me through the door window.
āHi come on in,ā I said as I open the door for her.
āHi thank you,ā She said as she flashed me that smile that would warm your heart on a cold winters day.
āHere let me take your coat,ā I said to her.
She took her coat off, and she looked awesome. She was wearing a short black dress that came down to her mid thighs. It was very low cut, showing a fair amount of cleavage. Black nylon stockings, and black high heels, completed the outfit. She was wearing the diamond pendant, and earrings that I gave her for Christmas.
āYou look absolutely gorgeous,ā I told her with my mouth hanging wide open.
āThank you very much.ā She replied to my compliment.
Let me tell you a little about Tina. She is about 5’6″ has blonde hair, blue eyes, a beautiful body, great breast 36 C I think, a slender waist, nice ass and legs. She is extremely attractive, and would put most women in their early 40’s to shame, even though she is close to 55.
We walked through the kitchen into the dinning room, where I put her coat over the back of a dinning room chair.
āWhat are you doing out this way, youāre a long way from home?ā I asked as I smiled at her.
āWell um um um I was wondering if you um have any plans for tonight?ā she asked me slightly embarrassed.
āWell not really, I was going to watch football tonight.ā I informed her. āWhat did you have in mind?ā I asked her.
She kind of look down at the floor for a moment, and back at me, āwell maybe dinner and a movie or something like that,ā she said softly.
I stepped forward and gave her a hug and a soft kiss on the lips, ā I would love to spend the evening with you.ā
She gave a little shiver, and big exhale, and looked at me smiling. āI was nervous asking if you wanted to go out tonight.ā
āWhat would you have done if I already had a date, or had a woman here with me?ā I teased her with a mischievous smile on my face.
āO golly I never really gave that a thought.ā She said with an odd look on her face.
āWhat say we go to Red Lobster for dinner, and out to the theater to see a movie? ā I asked her.
āThat sounds great,ā she said warmly to me.
Then I looked up to see what movies were playing and at what time. We chose Larry Crowne, with Tom Hanks, and Julie Roberts as the two stars in it. It started at 7:15 and got done at 9:30.
I need to get ready for dinner, so I excused myself to shave, shower, and get dress. Which never takes a man long to do those things. She was dressed up, so I got out my dark blue tie and light blue dress shirt, black dress pants and dark blue sweater vest, and my good dress boots. I put on my best cologne, and went out for her inspections.
āYou look very handsome, and I will be very happy to be your date for the night.ā She said with a sexy smile.
We left the house and drove over to Red Lobster getting there around 5:00, ordered a drink, and was seat by 5:15 finishing our drink. The waitress came over and refilled our drink order, and then took our dinner orders. Tina orders a cup of clam chowder, Chesapeake shrimp with crab, cole slaw, and vegetable. I had a cup of clam chowder, white fish(wood fire grilled), cole slaw, and wild rice pilaf. We had a great dinner, and the company was lovely. Before we knew it, it was 6:45 p.m. and time to go. I paid the bill, and we got into the car, and headed to the theater.
The movie is a romantic comedy, which is not my favorite, but she loved it, and that is all that matter. It was ok, and I always like the two stars in the movie. I went and got the car, we stopped at the local bar, for a couple of drinks, and then we headed back to my place to bring in the New Year.
We got to my house and she went to her car and got out a small travel bag, and we entered the house.
āI would like to change my clothes, where can I do it?ā She asked me.
I took her down the hallway to the spare bedroom and opened the closet for her, āhere you can use this closet, there are plenty of hangers here for you.ā I told her with a kiss.
I went into my bedroom and stripped and put on just an extra long tee shirt. I turned the bed spread, and blankets down. I stopped in the computer room and grabbed a cd of ABBA hits(I knew she really like that group), and put it into the boom box in the living room. I shut the lights off and turned on the fireplace. I just got to the couch with the blanket over the bottom half of me when I heard the bedroom door open.
She came into the living room by the fireplace and did a little pirouette in front of me. WOW she looked extremely sexy, she had on a red satin nightie type shirt with just one button to hold it shut, and not doing a very good job. Her breast were all but spilling out of it, and red satin bikini panties. I was instantly hard, glad I took a blue pill when we got home to help with tonightās activities.
āWhat do you think?ā she asked me with a very seductive smile.
āWow you look red hot to me.ā I answered the best I could.
She saunters her way over to the couch, and laid right on top of me, and rubbed her self over my hard cock. I saw her smile, as I knew she felt my rock hard shaft.
āThis is the way it should be,ā I said to her in a soft way.
āWhat do you mean,ā She responded quickly?
āYou laying here in my arms wearing a sexy nightie, listen to ABBA, and watching the fire in the fireplace.ā I whispered into her ear.
She snuggled up into my arms, and softly kissed my ear, and just sighed.
āIt does feel so good to me to be here in your arms, safe and sound.ā She breathed into my ear.
We shifted around a bit, and I moved down some, and twisted on my side so she was against the back of the couch.
Soon we were kissing and I undid the button on her nightie, letting her breast fall out. I quickly cupped one of her perfect mounds in my hand. Slowly massage her breast and nipple, as our tongues were intertwined together in our passionate kiss.
āShall we retire to the bedroom, my queen?ā I asked as I kissed her lips softly.
She just nodded her head yes.
I got up first, and she noticed really quickly that I was bare from the waist down.
āWhy youāre naked,ā she exclaimed as she reached for my pecker, and gave it a quick stroke.
I got up and shut off the music and turned off the fireplace, and we walked down the hallway to my bedroom. Where we both stripped off what little clothes we had on. She gave me a kiss, and I swept her right off her feet and carried her to my bed.
We lay there for a while just kiss and our tongues were dancing together in our mouths. I was gently playing with her boobs and nipples. I could feel the bumps on her areolas, as I increased the pressure on her nipples. Her breathing became a little more laborious, as her excitement between her legs increased.
I worked my head down her neck with kisses and soft bites, till I got to her boobs. I started to lick her nipples and then I licked the little bumps on her areolas. I took her nipples in my mouth, and softly bit them.
āDo that harder, bite them harder,ā She purred at me in delight.
I took my teeth and lightly raked her nipples. I gave each of them some nice love bits, as I sucked them harder. Her breasts are so nice and soft, and I massage them gently, pushing her nipples deeper into my mouth, and I continued to inhale on her rock hard nipples, trying to deep throat them. I could hear her breath coming in gasping pants.
As I was sucking on her nipples, my hand was busy in her slippery slit. I rubbed her slit back and forth, getting my finger well coated with her love juices. I then rubbed her star hole coating it with her juices. When it was really wet, I then penetrated her lubricated star hole up to my first knuckle of my index finger.
I worked her star hole with my finger, and I could feel her arousal, as her breathing got deeper. I invaded her wet slit with my thumb, as I rubbed both holes, I could feel my thumb and index finger between that thin wall of flesh that separated her two holes.
I could hear her breath catch, as her excitement built toward an orgasm. She gave a sharp gasp and grabbed the pillow and put it over her face, as she screamed loudly into it.
I removed my thumb, and inserted my fingers into her love canal, rotating them around and around as fast as I could inside of her. I could feel her thrust her pelvic up into my fingers. I reached up with my index finger and hit her sensitive G-spot on her vagina, causing her flinch and raise her hips up.
āKeep your finger right there and rub that spot harder,ā She said to me as she exhaled deeply.
I kept rubbing that G-spot hard as I could, till my finger got tired. I moved over and attacked her clitoris. I popped it out in an engorged state.
āO Godddddd I am sooo close to cuming, ā She cried out in a voice full of sexual passion.
She locked her legs against my hand and filled my palm full of her hot cream. I pulled my hand free, and brought it up to my face and licked it clean of her juices. My God she tasted good. I moved my face down to her bare slit, as she parted her legs wide for me to have better access. I started to lap up the honey dew on her outer lips.
I parted her lips, and struck gold, her pussy was soaking wet with her cum, and I lapped up as much as I could. I pushed her lips up to get better access to her clitoris. I licked and sucked on it, and then I flicked it a few times with my tongue, and then softly bit it with my teeth. That caused her to buck her hips, and she howled out in pleasure. I sucked and licked her pussy and clitoris, till her orgasm exploded in a blast of her honey juices, drenching my face, as I tried to drink it all down.
āOOOO I am so ready, please do me now,ā She begged me, as she pulled me up to her face and kissed her cum off me.
āDo you want me to fuck you now with my cock?ā I asked her, as I kissed her back.
āYes Yes please fuck me now with your hard cock.ā She pleaded with me.
I mounted her, with her legs wide apart, and I gently rubbed my cock up and down her wet slit, causing her to squirm. I kept tormenting her with my cock, slowly inserting my mushroom head into her pussy till the head was in, and then I pulled it back and continued to rub her slit. I did this over and over, till she was begging me to fuck.
āQuite teasing me and stick your cock into me.ā She commanded me.
āSay please fuck me.ā I countered as I was waiting for the clock to strike 12 midnight. There is an old say that what you are doing at midnight is what you will do all year long. I wanted to make sure that I would be fucking her all year long.
āPLEASE FUCK ME. NOW!!!!!ā She yelled at me.
I jammed my cock into her as hard and deep as I could, and left it deep inside for her to adjust to it. I had her legs over both of my shoulders, and then I split them apart, and I pounded her pussy with my rock hard missile. With each thrust I made, I could hear her grunt in pleasure. Finally I could feel my nuts start to cook.
āI am almost there, fuck me harder, make me cum, ā She moaned in ecstasy.
Her whole body shook, as she exploded into a major orgasm. I held her tight as I fill her pussy with my white cream, squirt after squirt went deep into her pussy. When I finished cuming into her, it was like I just over filled her gas tank, as my cum was running out the pussy.
āWow that was awesome, youāre a great lover. My insides are still flip flopping around in there. I must have cumed 3-4 times. God I feel….I feel so sexual fulfilled. ā She said still gasping and panting for breath.
āHoney it takes two, to have good sex, and make passionate love, and we are very compatible. ā I said in a very contented voice.
She gave me a kiss, and snuggled into my arms. I closed my eyes for a second, and the next thing I know it is 7:30 a.m., and I looked over and she is still in my arms. I donāt think we moved all night long. I disengaged myself from her and went to the bathroom to take a piss.
I laid back down and next thing I know there is a strange feeling going on with my pecker. I look down and see this blonde head bobbing up and down on my cock. I laid back down and watched her, as I enjoyed the sensual feeling of my cock being sucked.
She had my cock in her mouth sucking away, and then she spit it out and started to lick the shaft down the cum tube, right down to my shaved sack. She gave each nut a nice bath with her tongue and mouth. She then licked back up the cum tube to my mushroom head, licking the underside of it, and then she lightly rake her teeth over it, cause shivers to run down my back.
She licked the head of my cock, and my eruption tube exit hole with the tip of her tongue. Then she started to take me fully in her mouth, I could hear her gag a couple of times, till I was fully imbedded in her throat, and her nose was rubbing my shaved pubic area. She deep throated me a few times with a swallowing action.
It was not long and my nuts sent a text to my brain, that an eruption was about to occur, as my cum tube and exit hole expanded to prepare for my flow of hot cum to released. I gave a big groan and shot my load deep into her throat. I could hear her gag for a couple of seconds, and then she sucked me dry, and cleaned my cock off.
āHow did I do?ā she asked as she crawled up to me, with mischievous look in her blue eyes, and her breath smelling like my cum.
Now just how would you answer that question.
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California Adventure with Blonde Angel
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my daughter in law
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A Tale of Incest II
Here it is guys. The sequel. The final chapter in this story.
I was planning this for a Mother’s Day release (*wink wink*), but the story submission page was down. Ahh well, here it is regardless. Might seem far-fetched in some places but hey, it’s fiction. Happy fapping.
Part 1: A Dream, Current Times
I was laying in bed. I wasn’t sure how I got here, but I was here.
I was wearing a simple bikini, splattered with images of flowers and hearts.
Rose petals made a pathway from the foot of the bed to the open doorway.
Candles lit the dark room. They were strewn all across the surfaces, creating a dim evening light.
I sat up slightly. Looking down between my spread legs, pussy facing the door, I saw a shadow in the hallway.
“Hello?” I called, “Anyone there?”
No answer. But the shadow moved again, and Daniel appeared in the doorway.
“Daniel? What’s going on?” I asked.
He said nothing.
He walked into the room, down the rose pathway, to the foot of the bed.
“Daniel?…..”
Then, without warning, he instantly turned into a snake.
“Wha?….” I began to say, but before I could finish the word, Daniel began to slither up to my pussy.
He stopped once he got near me and looked up at me. I looked back, in confusion.
Then, suddenly, his head started to push up against my pussy lips. Parting them, he began to slither into my pussy.
I gasped, my hands pressing down on the sheets as he made his way inside of me.
I could feel him in me. Slithering around, making his way up my stomach, up into my chest, and finally resting in my breasts. I could feel him coil up and lay down in my chest.
I grasped my breasts and squeezed, feeling him inside of me.
Then I felt a part of his lower body branch off and make it’s way down my ass. I could feel it getting larger and larger, and by the time it reached the opening of my asshole,
it was the circumference of a baseball. The same started to happen with my pussy. It swelled to the same size and the tail began to play with my clit.
I was in ecstasy heaven. Both of my holes were being stimulated as well as my tits and my clit. I was shaking all over. Then, to add even more, I felt everything begin to
vibrate. My breasts, my asshole, my pussy. The whole thing was vibrating.
I just could take it anymore. I began to writhe in orgasm. My whole body was shaking and moving. My pussy felt like it was on fire.
The orgasm lasted a good 2 minutes before the tremors began to subside. The vibrating began to slow to a small buzz. I felt it start to move out of my chest as it began to
retract in my ass and pussy, getting smaller. Finally, it was out of me completely, and, with a quiet slither, disappeared out of the room. I looked up to see the tail disappear
around the doorway and a large shadow appear again.
Then I heard a faint whisper.
“I love you, Mom.”
With these soothing words, I layed back down and closed my eyes, the words resonating in my head.
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I awoke. It was daylight. The door was open and light flooded the room. I moved my legs and felt something wet. I threw the cover off and saw that the sheets were soaked.
“Wow,” I thought, “That must have been a real wet dream. My pussy is still wet even.”
I quickly closed the door and began to change the sheets. I put on a nice push-up bra and G-string then a nice thin white tanktop and jean short shorts. Once the sheets
were changed, I opened to the door and headed downstairs.
Yesterday was Daniel’s 14th birthday. He had had some friends over and they stayed the night downstairs while I slept upstairs. Reaching the bottom of the steps, I greeted
the boys.
“Hey guys, you sleep ok?” I asked them.
“Yep!” they replied.
“Good,” I said, with a smile.
The boys stayed for about an hour more then started to file out the door. Once the last one left, we waited until the car turned at the end of the road then closed the blinds.
“About time,” I said while starting to take my top off. Daniel already had me from behind, caressing my breasts. I let out a moan and turned around. Our lips embraced as we
made our way to the couch. He started to take off his clothes while I pulled off my shorts and panties.
Once we were both naked, we layed down on the couch and started to make love.
This session was really good. I could feel him pumping in and out of me while my pussy squeezed on his cock.
“I missed you last night,” I said, “So did my pussy. It was very lonely.”
“Well,” he said, “Am I making up for it now?”
I smiled and grabbed my breasts as I closed my eyes. “Oh…very much so, baby. You’re making your mother very happy right now.”
We were doing the missionary position and I had my legs up in the air, enjoying it fully, his cock thrusting in and out of me.
I leaned up and whispered, “Hey, babe, wanna stick it in my ass?”
“Only if you lay face down. I like it that way.”
“I know,” I said with a smile.
He pulled out of my pussy and I turned over, stomach down on the couch.
“Your ass looks great, Mom,” he said, caressing it.
“Thanks, sweetie. It makes me feel good when you say stuff like that.”
He dipped down and positioned his cock in front of my ass. Then I felt him push forward. His cock slid perfectly into my ass crack. Then I felt him push at my asshole and
enter it. I gasped.
“Be careful, baby,” I said, “My asshole hasn’t quite warmed up yet. Take it slow at first, k?”
He nodded and started to thrust in and out of my ass. It felt great. I reached down with my right hand spread my pussy lips while playing with my clit. My breathing became
heavy and I started to moan.
“Oh yea, baby. Keep pumping that cock into Mommy’s ass. It feels so good.”
He began to thrust deeper and harder. In, out, in, out. I felt him take his right hand and grab my breast, squeezing while he slammed his cock in and out of my ass, over and
over. Then, I couldn’t take it anymore, and neither could he. We both started to cum at the same time. His strokes into my ass became slower as I felt his cum shoot into me. My
body was shaking as my pussy became really hot as it also began to shake.
So there we were. Mother and Son. Writhing in orgasmic ecstasy together.
Finally, our orgasms started to subside and quiet down. Then we quietly began to get dressed again. I sat up and slid my panties back on, sliding them up my ass crack and
covering the asshole that was now filled with my son’s cum.
It had been about 1 week since I found out I was pregnant with my son’s child. I still wasn’t sure how to feel about it, or quite what to do. I didn’t want to abort it, that’s for
sure. I had been meaning to ask Daniel what his thoughts were. In fact, I should probably do that now….
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I sat next to Mom while we got dressed. I watched as she slid her panties on, snuggling up cozily to her damp warm pussy. I had started to put my underwear back on when
Mom turned to me and said “Hey, sweetie?”
“Yea?”
“I want to talk to you about the baby.”
“Uhh, ok. What do you want to talk about?”
“Well, everything. Do you think we should keep it?”
“Of course. I don’t want to abort it. We’ll keep it and raise it.”
I moved closer to Mom and set my hand on her thigh, slightly squeezing and rubbing it.
“I also had an idea about the baby that I wanted to run by you.”
“And what would that be, honey?”
“What if it was a girl?”
“What do you mean?”
I smiled and moved me hand up her thigh and rested it on her panties, cupping my hand around her pussy mound.
“Well, if it was a girl, and we raised her….do you think I would be able to fuck her too? When she gets older?”
Mom smiled and bit her lip.
“Fuck your daughter? The daughter you had with your own mother?”
She spread her legs partially and thrust her crotch forward slightly.
“You’re a pervert, you know that?”
But then, with a smile, she said “But that’s what I love about you.”
Then, she leaned in and gave me a nice long kiss.
Part 2: An Interesting Development
2 months had passed now, since Mom’s impregnation. Things had been going along normally. Our sex life was still fantastic and Mom had been feeling fine. She had been
checking into different pregnancy details, mainly to find out when she could get an ultrasound to find out what the gender of the baby was.
I opened my eyes. I was in bed. Mom’s bed. I turned over to see her laying there, naked, voluptuous and beautiful. I blinked. Today was the “Bring your Kid to Work Day” at
Mom’s office. Mom wanted me to go into work with her and see how her days went.
I snuggled up to Mom and ran my hand down her side, resting it on her ass cheek.
“Mom,” I said, “Time to wake up.”
She groaned and stretched. As she did so, she turned over to face me. “Oohhhh. Good morning, sweetie,” she said, wrapping her arms around my head as I looked down at
her. “How’s my lover this morning?”
“Great,” I said, “I get to wake up to your beautiful face everyday.” I brushed her hair behind her ear. “And your beautiful body.” I ran my fingers from her cheek, down her
neck, between her breasts, across her stomach and rested them on her pussy mound. “Of course I’m great.”
She smiled, leaned up and gave me a quick kiss. “You have no idea how much I love you, baby.”
With that, she got up from bed and headed for her dresser.
I sat and watched as she got out various articles of clothing and started to put them on. I watched as she put on a pair of stockings, rolling them up her thighs. I watched as
she got out the set of blue panties with a heart on the front and slid them up her legs until they hugged her pussy tightly. I watched as she got out a black lace bra and slid
it on so it was cupping her perky breasts.
She looked at me. “Don’t just lay there. You have to get dressed too.”
“Oh, right!” I sat up and went to my room to change.
Once I was done, I walked out and saw Mom in her room, putting on her shoes. I walked in and saw her wearing her normal office wear. But beneath, I knew all the intimates
she was wearing. The clothing that was snuggling up against the private areas of Mom’s figure that I had caressed the night before. And the night before. And the night before.
“You ready?” I asked.
“Yea,” she said, standing up, “Let’s go.”
Mom’s office was a couple miles away from our house. When he got there, we saw a bunch of other employees with their kids following them around. And that’s how a
majority of my day went. I followed Mom everywhere as she showed me how her day progressed. A majority of her day was spent in her office, which she showed me after a
meeting that a bunch of other parents and kids attended. Her office was decently spacious and well furnished.
Mom took me over to her desk. “Sit here,” she said, pointing to one of the chairs in front of the desk. While I sat down, Mom went over to the door, locked it, and walked
back to the desk. She went behind the desk, opened a drawer, and pulled out a pair of panties. Walking back around to the front of the desk, she said “Watch this…”
She then proceeded to sit on her desk, facing me, and then removed her shoes. She then removed her panties from underneath her skirt and put her feet up on the desk.
This gave me a nice, open view of Mom’s pussy between her spread legs. Then, leaning back, she began to rub the panties against her pussy. “You ready?” she asked. “I
suppose,” I replied. She smiled, then began to shove the panties into her pussy. With each push, the panties were driven deeper and deeper into her. Finally, they were all the
way in, not even giving any appearance that she had anything in her vagina at all. “Now fuck me in the ass,” she said, pulling off her skirt. I walked over to her and pulled
down my pants. I had already had a raging hard on. Pulling Mom towards me by her legs, I positioned my cock in front of her inviting asshole and leaned in. Her asshole was
warm and tight. Mom laid back all the way on her desk, sighing. Then I went to town, thrusting in and out of my mother’s ass, feeling her constrict and relax as she flexed
her ass muscles. “Don’t stop,” she whispered, “I think I’m gunna cum….” I thrust deeper and harder after hearing this, and began to rub my fingers over Mom’s pussy. I
spread her vaginal lips and massaged her clitoris with one hand, and reached the other up to her clothed breasts and squeezed them. Then I felt Mom’s asshole tighten
around my cock and hold it in place. While she came, I went crazy on her clitoris and shoved a couple fingers into her pussy, feeling the panties inside. Once she was done,
she said, “Alright, baby. Fill up my ass. Shoot that load deep into me.” Those words sent me over the edge. My thrusts slowed as I shot stream after stream of cum deep into
my mother’s ass. “Ohhhh,” she moaned, “I can feel it inside of me.”
Once I had finished, I pulled out and put my pants back on. Mom took her panties and put them back on. Her panties were still stuffed deep into her pussy and my sperm
was still far up her ass, but she put her panties back on anyway. She put her skirt on afterward and then stood up. “I’ll take my lunch and drive you home,” she said, walking
to the door, “No need to stay around here. My work is boring anyway.”
She winked at me.
It was around 6 that Mom finally got home from work. She walked in the front door, sat down on the couch and turned on the TV, taking off her shoes as she did so. “Long
day?” I asked. “Sort of,” she said, taking off her vest leaving just her white blouse on top.
I sat down next to her and watched some TV. I rested my hand on her thigh while she leaned her head against my shoulder.
“So,” I said, “Any new progress with the baby?”
“In a way,” she replied, “The doctor says that it’s looking healthy so far. No impairments or problems.”
“That’s a relief,” I said, rubbing Mom’s thigh, “Are they going to know that the baby is ours?”
“That’s the thing,” she said, “I’m still trying to figure out how to keep our relationship off of the radar.”
Then she took her head off of my shoulder and sat straight. “That reminds me….I almost forgot. My work is having a one month retreat. Me and a lot of the team have to go
to this thing over in Manhattan. They just told me today.”
“When is this going to be?” I asked.
“About 6 days from now, she replied, “When July starts.”
Nothing much was said for a while, then Mom continued. “Do you think you can cope for a month? On your own?”
“Of course I can,” I replied, “Daniel Jr. might miss you though.”
“Is that so?” Mom asked, rubbing her hand over my crotch, “Well, I’ll make sure he gets treated very well before his hiatus.”
She then pulled off her skirt, revealing her thigh highs and panties. “Remember those panties I got out of my desk?” Mom asked. “Yea….” I said. She took off her panties,
revealing her pussy lips. Then, reaching her fingers into her pussy, she began to pull out the panties. “No way,” I said, “Did you not have to pee all day or what?” “Well,” she
said, continuing to pull the undergarment out of her vagina, “I really do now, which is why I decided to finally take it out.” She finally had the pair all the way out. She took it
in both hands and presented it to me.
“Here you go,” she said, “When I’m not around. To use however you wish. All yours. Just ask me if you ever need them ‘refreshed’. Now I have to go. Bad.”
She got up from the couch and ran over to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. I was left sitting on the couch, damp panties in my hand. I brought them to my nose
and inhaled. My heart raced. I lowered them and gazed back at the bathroom door. The room was strangely silent.
Part 3: Hiatus
I awoke. Mom was sleeping in front of me, her naked back exposed. I had regained consciousness quite suddenly. It was peculiar. I sat up and blinked my eyes a couple
times, becoming fully awake. I went downstairs and walked up to the living room window. The sun was just peeking up over the horizon, shining its light on the house next
door. It was a house that had been for sale for the past couple months. It was a prestigious place. A little bit too fancy for this neighborhood, in fact. A large U-Haul was parked
in the driveway while a moving team was taking boxes into the house. I suddenly felt Mom’s breasts press into my back as she wrapped her arms around me from behind.
“Someone’s finally moving into that house?” Mom asked. “It appears so,” I replied. We just stood there for a while we watched the truck being unloaded. Then a man wearing
a suit exited the house and began talking to the workers. A woman followed soon after him. As soon as I saw her, I was entranced.
She looked to be in her early 30s. She was wearing a red dress that showcased her unbelievable cleavage and stopped just short of her beautiful, curvaceous ass. She
approached the man and spoke a few words to him. He seemed to ignore her which caused her to speak again. The two then appeared to get in a small argument which
ended when the man walked over to a BMW and got in. He then drove off down the street to work, I assumed. “Hmm,” said Mom, watching the saddened woman walk back
into the house, head bowed. “Looks like you may have something to keep you busy while I’m gone.” “You can’t be serious,” I said, watching the woman’s toned legs as she
rounded a corner in the house and disappeared from view. “It’ll be a challenge,” said Mom, placing her hands on my shoulders, “You have to sleep with that woman before I
get back from my retreat.” “Or what?” I asked. “Or else I won’t let you fuck our daughter.” “What?” I said, “Our daughter?” “Yep,” Mom said, “It’s a girl. Found out yesterday.”
I stared at the house across the street before turning back to Mom. I placed my hands on her ass and gave her a kiss.
“You’re on.”
The day had come. Mom had to leave. I was to be alone for 30 days. No sexual output, unless I acted on Mom’s challenge.
I was able to fuck Mom before she left in the morning. It was nice knowing that I had sent her out with a pussy full of my cum.
But then she was gone. Down the street and around the corner, and I was alone. To skip all of the boring stuff, I’ll just talk about my goal.
Fucking my neighbor.
A few nights after Mom had left was the first progress that had been made. I had been watching the house as often as I could. Everything seemed to be normal for the first
couple of days. The man and woman would leave in the morning for work. The woman would get home first at around 5 and then man at about 7. A 2 hour period where the
woman was home alone. So far so good.
But then, on the 3rd night, things started to happen. The man had gotten home and I could see the two of them arguing through the large kitchen window. After about a
minute of this, the man left the house in a fury and got back in his car. The woman followed him out and watched him drive away from the open doorway. She sat down on
the doorstep and vacantly stared down the street.
This is when I made my first move.
I left the house and walked across the street. As I walked up their driveway, I called to the woman. “Hey,” I said. She looked over at me as I walked towards her. She started
to stand up but I put my hand out, signaling her to stay seated. “Are you alright?” I asked.
“Did you have to see that?” she replied.
“Not have to, but I did,” I said.
“I am so sorry. Which house are you in?”
I pointed straight across the street.
“It won’t happen again,” she said, “I’ll make sure of it.”
“It’s fine,” I said, sitting down next to her, “I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”
She smiled. “How very thoughtful of you.”
“So,” I said, staring down at their lawn, “Where’d you two move here from?”
“Upstate. My husband got a position here in the city so we had to move closer.”
“Your husband, you say? How long have you two been married?”
“About a year now. It wasn’t always like this you know…” She was also staring at the lawn as she faded off.
“What’s been causing this strain then?” I asked.
“The job, I think. It’s only been over the past few months that he’s been so short with me.”
“Short with you?” I asked with a grin. I was treading on very risky ground with a joke of this caliber, but it seemed to go over better than I originally thought. She laughed slightly.
“In more than one way, I guess you could say,” she replied with a smile, “He just hasn’t been himself. And I don’t know what to do.”
I placed my hand on her back. It rested on her dress strap right below her left shoulder.
“Well,” I said, “If you need anyone to talk to, I’ll be across the street. My mom is going to be gone until August, so feel free to come over at anytime, ok?”
“Thanks for the offer,” she said.
I stood up and walked back over to the house. From inside, I surveyed her movements. She got up and went back inside.
I could see her, standing in front of the island in the kitchen. She took her right hand and placed it on her left shoulder, right above where I had put mine. Then she lowered
her touch to right above her left breast, where her heart seemed to be. I squinted, thinking. Then she disappeared from my vision and the lights soon turned off as well.
An interesting night to say the least….
The next event of interest happened the following night. I was watching TV at around 5:30 in the evening. The sun was just going down over the horizon. I was flipping
through the channels when someone knocked at the door. I turned my head and looked outside. There was only one car in the driveway across the street. And it wasn’t the
husband’s.
I got up and answered the door. It was her.
She was wearing some relaxed jeans and a sweater with a knitted jacket. Casual, laidback. Not her usual elegant style.
“Cold?” I asked.
“Kind of,” she said with a smile “Can I come in?”
“Sure,” I replied, stepping aside.
She walked in and looked around.
“Nice place,” she said.
“Thanks,” I replied, “Nothing compared to your enormous mansion across the street though.”
“That place isn’t as majestic as it appears,” she said, “It’s too big. Too cold. Lifeless.”
“I see,” I said, looking back at the living room, “Well, I was just watching some TV. Would you like to join me?”
She smiled. “That sounds fantastic.”
The next 2 hours were some of the most enjoyable I had had since Mom left. While sitcoms played on the screen, almost ambient, me and the woman chatted about our
lives. I found out that her name was Jennifer. We talked about our interest and hobbies and everything in between. The chemistry between us was fantastic. Eventually, we
got to the topic of sex. She told me that she actually had sex with a girl in high school first, before legitimately losing her virginity in college. I asked her if she still had
feelings for females. She replied, “….Occasionally.” I smirked. She then asked me about my sexual preferences. I told her that I tried my best to be a ladiesā man. She perked
right up once I said this. She replied that I was indeed a charmer and wanted to know if I was still a virgin.
I told the truth. She smiled and placed her hand on her face. “Interesting,” she said.
Before long, she decided to head back across the street. She slipped in that she would be “over again soon” before returning home.
It wasn’t but 8 days before my challenge was completed.
It was the next night. The one after our little life story exchange. I was standing in the kitchen, fridge open in front of me, when I heard a knock on the door. I turned around
and approached the living room window. Just her car. I walked over to the door and opened it.
She was wearing the same red dress she was in when I first saw her. Her hands were behind her back.
“Mind if I come in?” she asked, then displayed what she was hiding. Two wine glasses in one hand, and a bottle of champagne in the other.
“Make yourself at home,” I said, stepping aside.
“So therefore…she would want to go out with me right?” Jennifer asked. “Possibly,” I replied, “If I was in a situation like that, I don’t know if I would have dropped a line like
that though.” She nudged me slightly on the shoulder. “Oh whatever, I’m a charmer.” “You’re spot on there,” I said, “But that’s a pick-up line that would have to be handled
properly, even by someone of your caliber.” “I’m honored,” she replied, setting her 4th glass of champagne down on the coffee table, “But she was already a lesbian anyway.
And I wanted to experiment. Don’t you think I look fuckable?” “100%. But that line was just so….gah!” I made an incredulous face and she gave me a snide face. “Yes, well, I
never got to sleep with her,” she said, picking up her glass again and taking another sip, “So I just went home and fucked my sister.”
I nearly choked on my drink. “Come again?” I said. “I went home and had sex with my sister,” she said. “I wanted to experiment so I decided to just try out both sides of the
spectrum at the same time. Lesbianism and incest.” “I’m surprised,” I said, “You don’t seem like the type.” “We never do,” she replied. “People you’d never expect dabble
around in it.” “Too true,” I responded.
She gave tilted her head to the side and gave me an interested look. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“What do you think it means?”
“I think you’ve dabbled in it yourself.”
“In incest?”
“Yea.”
“Hmm…”
Now here is where I decided to let me secret out. Jennifer seemed trustworthy enough.
“…I suppose that you would be correct.”
“I knew it! With who? Your Mom?”
“Yep.”
“Kinky. How is she?”
“She’s fantastic. Knows all of the right moves.”
“Wow. What kind of stuff goes through your mind?”
“Well…it turns me on that I have unlocked the hidden, private side of her. You know, to be sticking my cock in the very pussy that gave birth to me. To be sucking on the
nipples that gave me sustenance as a baby. And then to lean up and give her a kiss lasting longer than a couple of seconds. To be doing what I’m not supposed to, but she’s
letting me and enjoying it. It’s amazing.”
“That sounds so hot. I need to meet her.”
“You certainly should. But enough about me. Tell me about your first time. With your sister.”
“Well, I had come home from the party and was still a little buzzed. She was in her room which was right next to mine. I peeked in and saw her laying in bed, the covers half
covering her. I noticed her ass peeking through the sheets. She was wearing polka-dot panties that were snug in her ass crack. I remember them vividly. Out of the blue, I
started to get turned on. At first I was kind of weirded out by this, but the alcohol did away with that pretty quickly. I walked into her room and closed and locked the door
behind me. I quietly snuck up on her bed and knelt down.”
It was at this point that I noticed that her nipples were so hard that they were perfectly visible through her dress.
“Her ass was right in front of my face. I leaned forward and gave her ass cheek a kiss. Then another. Then another. I was so wet by this point that I just had to go further. I
pulled the thong out of her crack and slipped my finger in. I rubbed it across her asshole then pulled it out and sucked on it. She tasted so good. It was at this point that
she awoke and leaned up. She asked me what I was doing. I decided to take a chance. I leaped up onto the bed and started kissing her. Full on. I think she was surprised at
first but within moments she was enjoying it as much as I was. I started kissing her neck and heard her whisper ‘I’ve waited for this for so long’. And…well…the rest is
history.”
As she finished her story, she also finished her 4th glass.
“Wow,” I said “What happened after that?”
“Well, I didn’t realize that my sister was a squirter. At one point, I was fingering her with her panties still on and she came, soaking my hand and her panties. The next
morning, we decided to start a routine. Every morning, we would wear each otherās underwear from the previous day. So that way by the end of that night, our panties would
be soaked in each otherās juices. We would then swap, sniff the panties while we played with ourselves, then eventually made love. After that, the next day, we would start
fresh and repeat. It was great. We bonded so wonderfully. But, after a while, she eventually found a man and married him and I did the same. But neither of us regret our
brief time we spent together. As sisters, madly in love.”
“….You have no idea how turned on I am right now,” I said.
She giggled.
“Jennifer?” I said.
“Yes, Daniel?” she replied.
“Would it be alright if I made love to you? Right now?”
She stared at me for a couple seconds. Her expression still the same as before I asked her the question.
“You know what?” she asked?
She then leaned forward and slowly connected our lips. It was a soft kiss. No head movement, just lips.
Then she disengaged and tilted her forehead forward to touch mine. I could smell her subtle flowery fragrance and could see her amazing cleavage nestled in her dress.
“I think that would be just fine.”
Our foreheads still touching, I pushed her backwards, making ler lay down on the couch.
I slipped my hands behind her and grabbed her ass as I started kissing her neck.
While she moaned quietly, I could feel her grinding her crotch against mine. She was even more impatient than I was.
“Do you want me to just cut to the chase?” I asked.
“Yes,” she replied, “Our stories were foreplay enough.”
This being said, I started to get undressed and she did the same. Her body was very similar to Mom’s, more perky though, yet didn’t have the prestige or grace of Mom’s.
They both had amazing thighs, tits and asses. Both ravishing women. Once we were naked, she lay back down on the couch and spread her legs. I was about to lean in and
make my move when she reached her hand up and stopped me.
“Wait,” she said, “I have an idea.”
She got up from the couch, grabbed her clothes and walked over to the door. “Where are you going?” I asked.
“Follow me,” she said, “You can leave your clothes here.” She then opened the door and walked out into the night.
Confused, I followed her and saw her walking nude across my lawn. “Come on!” she called back.
“This is crazy!” I said, following her across the street to her house. “It’s 10:30,” she replied, “No one’s out.”
Eventually we made it into the house and into the kitchen. She threw her clothes down and said “I want you to fuck me on the table.”
“That table?” I said, pointing, “Is that the one you guys eat on?”
“Yes,” she said walking over to it, her ass cheeks facing me, “When he eats breakfast tomorrow morning, I want him to be eating at the place where we fucked just hours before.”
“Speaking of him, where is he?”
“A late meeting. Won’t be home till after midnight.”
“Well, I don’t want to waste any time,” I said, walking over.
“This is where he sits,” she said, pointing to a chair. She sat up onto the table, right in front of the chair, and laid back. “I’m ready.”
I moved the chair away and grabbed her legs. The action was about to start right where his breakfast would be the next day.
I entered her slowly, but started in soon enough. She was fantastic. It was all the small things. The biting of her lips, her expressions, her eyes rolling back into her head.
Her tits were perfect because they didn’t bounce a ton, just swayed slightly as I ravaged her pussy.
“What about a condom?” I asked. “I don’t care,” she said. “Impregnate me, if you want. I don’t mind.”
Then, almost too soon, it seemed, I let loose, deep inside her. “Oh….” she said, “…..fuck….”
Just whispers. I could tell she was coming too. Her pussy gripped me lovingly and wouldn’t let go. I laid down on her chest as we both connected on a sensual level. I could
hear her purring slightly as her thighs shook and vibrated. She was in heaven, satisfied after so long of a hiatus. And then, finally, we were through. We had done it.
I slid out between her lips, which were reluctant to let me go. “That was….” she whispered, “…..incredible. I needed that so badly.” “Glad to oblige,” I replied, “Now, I have a
favor to ask.” “Anything,” she said.” “I need proof that I fucked you,” I said. “To show my Mom.” “Sure,” she said, “How about I sign my panties and give em’ to you?” “Sounds
good,” I replied.
She found a marker and the panties she had been wearing. “What’s your Mom’s name?” she asked. I told her and she started to write…
“Your son is fantastic lover. I am incredibly jealous that you get to live with that stud and come home to him each night. I look forward to meeting you sometime in the
future. Jennifer.” She followed this with a small heart and gave me the panties. “Good?” she asked. “Great,” I said.
Part 4: “I now pronounce you, Mother and Son.”
The day had come. Mom would return. Jennifer and I had fucked 3 times since our first, totaling 4 altogether. I even had the privilege of being the first guy inside of her
asshole. Always an honor, to be sure. At least I had a fuck buddy to keep me company during the 30 day period. And, soon enough, the period was over. And Mom was
back. She pulled up in the driveway and got out. She was wearing one of my favorite blouses that revealed a devastating amount of cleavage. I could also spot the pink bra
which I admired so much. “Welcome back,” I said. “Oh son….” she whispered and ran to me. She pulled me in the house and closed the door. Within 30 seconds, we were
both naked, and within 3 minutes, we had both orgasmed. “Wow,” she said as I rolled off of her, “I needed that SO bad. It was excruciating not having your dick in me each
night.” “Tell me about it,” I said, “I missed my little princess and her sweet juices.” I started making out with her pussy lips.
Then I remembered. I got up from the bed and walked over to the dresser. “Here you go,” I said, tossing her the panties. She caught them and read the words written on
them. “No way,” she exclaimed, “You did it?!” “Sure did,” I replied. “Come to find out, she has played around in incest too. Her and her sister were lovers for a while.” “No
kidding?” she said, “I need to meet her.” “She said the same thing about you,” I said. I walked back over to the bed and sat down.
“So,” I said, looking at Mom’s stomach, “How is she coming along?”
“Very nicely,” she said, “Your new mistress is being constructed inside of your Mother’s womb as we speak.”
….Talk about a turn on. Within minutes I was cumming inside of Mom again.
“Mom, I have something to ask you,” I said. We were eating dinner at the table. She was wearing nothing but a pair of panties, her usual household dress code.
“What is it, baby?” she said.
“Have you ever thought about getting married?”
At this, Mom stopped eating and stared at me. “….Wow….” she said, leaning back in her chair and sticking one hand into her panties while the other groped one of her breasts.
“…Are you serious?”
“Dead serious. Do you think something like that could work?”
“I’m sure we could figure some sort of work around. Oh man…” Her eyes rolled up into her head and she sighed. “My son, becoming my husband. We would have our own
rings. Holy shit, I am so turned on right now. This is an amazing idea. I want to do it as soon as possible.”
“Get married?”
“Yes.”
“How? I’m only 14.”
“Yea, I know. It’s possible.”
“Really? Do you think you could look into it?”
“Of course, sweetie,” she said, walking around the table and sitting on my leg, her moist panties throttling my thigh. “I love you. So much.
Not only is it fucking sexy to have you inside of me so often, but you’re a handsome young man with a good heart. It would be an honor to be your bride, son.”
You can most likely assume what happened next.
6 months in now, and Mom was showing. She never ceased to impress me with her ever-growing maternity lingerie wardrobe. Her hormones were off of the charts. Not very
many mood swings, thank heavens. Lots of heightened sexual activity though. Hey, I wasn’t complaining.
Her sexual preferences were changing. She enjoyed being on top more. Gave her more room and freedom. Plus, having her ever-growing womb right in front of me while I
had my cock buried deep inside of her was a massive turn-on.
She had started researching ways for us to get married. She was in a toss up between legally getting married as mother and son, getting married using fake identities, or
moving to a different town and claiming to be married. The legal aspects were tricky, as it seemed to be practically impossible to get married as mother and son in any town
really. She didn’t want to forge an identity for me or herself. So the most plausible option would be claiming. Yet claiming wasn’t the same as having her name and mine on
a piece of paper. Mother and son, wife and husband. Do their separate things during the day. Come home at night. Then make love.
One day, while we were sitting the living room, watching TV, she brought up a completely new topic.
“We should go visit my Mom,” she said.
“Michelle?” I asked, “Why?”
(It’s also important to note here, we never called my Mother’s Mother ‘grandma’. That is the only time I will use that word here. We always have called here by her name. It’s
just how we’ve always done it. How I grew up with it anyway.)
“Well, she should know about the baby. And even more importantly, about us.”
“Why!? She’d go crazy.”
“I don’t know about that. She was always open to sexuality during her younger years.”
“I still don’t know. Wouldn’t that be weird? Telling her about us?”
“…..Oh….my…..”
Mom stared at me for a moment.
“I just had an idea.”
“What?”
“Ok, once we started fucking, your outlook on me changed right? I went from your mother to your lover.”
“Yes. Your point?”
“You have a new outlook on family, right?”
“Yea.”
“Now that I’ve said that, visualize Michelle.”
“Holy shit.”
Mom had just planted an idea in my mind that certainly would never leave. I had never thought of fucking my mother before, and I had certainly never thought of fucking
Michelle, or even thinking about her as attractive. But now that Mom had said it, she was onto something.
Michelle had turned 48 last year, so she might have been 50 at the time of this conversation. Last I had seen her, she still seemed young and jovial. Along with Mom,
Michelle was a single woman. Her husband had left a while back, and since then she seemed to have been on the prowl. Taking guys home and hitting up the high-end
restaurants and clubs. From what I recall, she had brown hair, perky tits, a defined ass, and absolutely. incredible. thighs. Even had some strong calves. Imagining myself
between Michelle’s stunning, ravishing legs, pumping in and out of the vagina that gave birth to my Mother while she holds onto my shoulders and begs for more….gave me
an instant boner.
“So, we go visit her. Let her know about this and see what she thinks. And if she’s alright with it, I can try to seduce her if I want to?”
“Sounds kinky, doesn’t it?”
“Oh, Mom….” I said, turning off the TV and sticking my hand into her panties, “You always have your son’s, or, should I say, husband’s well-being on your mind, don’t you?”
“Us women need to look out for our men,” she said, spreading her legs and putting her feet up onto the couch, leaning in towards me, our lips almost touching, “My
womanhood belongs to you. You and no one else. My pussy is yours. For now and for always. There will be no others but you. My son. My man. I will take are of you as a
parent and as a mistress. A guardian and a call-girl. A mother and a lover. I am yours. Forever.” Then she kissed me.
I was lying in bed with the covers over me, Mom sitting next to me. She was wearing one of my favorite corsets with her pair of panties that said “My Son’s Best Friend” on
the front. You can find anything on the Internet if you look in the right places.
She was painting her toenails a bright pink.
“So,” she said, “How do you think we should confront Michelle?”
“About what?” I replied, “About the baby or me fucking her?”
“Either.”
“Well, we should probably start from the beginning in great detail. I don’t think we should start our conversation with ‘We are mother and son and we fuck and will have a
daughter soon’. We need to explain how we got here and how happy we are. We obviously have perfect chemistry because we are family, and that carries over into our sex
life. The way we present it needs to soften the blow. Then, once we explain that, the baby shouldn’t be a problem. And if she is ok with that, I feel that seducing her won’t
be hard. Our story needs to be told first before I try to get into her pants.”
“That sounds good. I think you should probably start it with your side of the story, just because she wouldn’t be as inclined to get angry at someone who isn’t her own
child. I can take over with my explanation afterwards.”
“Doesn’t sound too bad.”
“Oh sweetie?” she said, blowing onto her toes to dry them, “Would you want me to try and put in a good word for you? After we explain ourselves?
Might plant a thought in her head that you can act on.”
“If you want. It’s up to you.”
Mom swung her right leg over me and sat down on me cowgirl style, straddling my cock through the sheets and her panties. She rested her hands on her thigh-highs and
said “Damn right it’s up to me. I am your Mother after all. I am still in control over you. You need to obey me.”
She started grinding her pussy against my cock, the words “My Son’s Best Friend” crumpling and straightening out with each slide up and down my dick.
“And I say……..that I’m going to make you cum through 2 layers of fabric. Without even being in my pussy.”
With great pleasure, I obeyed her.
Part 5: Michelle
The suitcases were packed and in the car. Our visit to Michelle was planned and ready to execute. She lived about 2 hours away so we called her and arranged a 1 week stay.
Mom made sure to pack my favorite outfits.
The trip felt relatively short. Probably because I fingered Mom most of the time. Her orgasms nearly crashed us on occasion, but she begged for more after each one.
By the time we had arrived, Mom had made a damp spot on her seat from the 11 orgasms she had.
Michelle’s house was located in a suburb similar to our’s but seemed more high-end. Jennifer’s house wouldn’t have seemed out of place here.
Within seconds of pulling up, Michelle opened the door and walked out.
With my new perspective, I evaluated her.
She was wearing an amazingly tight black dress. Her breasts seemed to be about G sized, while her BWH looked to be around 36-24-34.
Her ass was very defined while her legs……damn. Indescribable. Amazing, on the whole. Mom’s genes certainly came from top grade female form.
“Hey, you guys!” Michelle said, walking over to us, “Long time no see!”
“Hey Mom,” Mom said, hugging Michelle.
“It’s been too long! Why didn’t you call sooner? And you’re expecting!?”
“Yes, yes. I’ve been….busy. Big business stuff, you know.”
“Of course, of course. Who’s the father??”
“Oh, no one you know.”
“A daughter after my own heart, I see. And Daniel…”
She gave me a quick lookover and I did the same to her. My context was probably a tad bit different than her’s though.
“…You’ve….grown.”
Maybe I was emanating some sort of vibe or subconscious messages, but I could have sworn that Michelle’s tone had gone ever so slightly sensual.
“What a handsome young man he’s become! Man, guys, it really has been too long! I haven’t seen you in forever. Grab your stuff and come in!”
Michelle walked back into the house. Of course, I had to do the obligatory ass examination.
Mom and I exchanged a look.
“Oh, just a date.”
“A date, Mom? With whom?”
“Oh…..just….a friend.”
“Do I know him?”
“Probably not.”
“Jeeze, Mom. You get around way too much.”
“Hey! Menopause hasn’t kicked in yet. And I wanted to have as much fun as I can until then.”
Mom and Michelle were hashing some things out downstairs while I unpacked upstairs. I couldn’t see them, just hear them.
“Fair enough, I suppose. When will this….guy… get here?”
There was a pause.
“Six. 20 minutes.”
“Ok, I need to talk to you. This is important.”
It was at this point where I expected Mom to call me downstairs and we’d execute our “plan”. Instead, their voices trailed off as they walked into a different room. Strange. I
didn’t want to go downstairs and interrupt though, so I continued to unpack. Before long, the door bell rang and footsteps made their way to the door.
“….Continue this later.”
Then the door opened and I heard a male voice. The rest was incomprehensible until the door closed. Then more footsteps up the stairs and Mom appearing in the door way.
“What was that all about?” I asked.
“Michelle’s gone. On her date,” she said, bending over, her jeans tightening around her ass.
“No, not that. What did you talk to her about for all that time?”
She looked at me while I was checking out her ass and winked at me.
“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”
While she was saying this line, I approached her from behind and pressed my crotch against her ass.
She looked back towards me and gave me a sexy smirk. Let’s just say that Michelle’s guest bed got introduced to doggy-style anal that evening.
That night, Mom and I were lying in bed, fast asleep. Something woke me up. At the time, I didn’t know what. But looking back, it must have been the front door opening
and closing. I sat up in bed and listened. I could hear Michelle stumble up the stairs and into her bedroom across the hall.
By the sounds she was making, I decided to go out and make sure she made it safely to her bed, at least. I opened the bedroom door and saw her in the her room. I bridged
the gap across the hall to get a closer look.
She appeared to be drunk, stumbling around the room, attempting to remove her jewelry, shoes etc.
Why was she home so early?, I had thought. If she was on a date, wouldn’t she have gone to the guy’s house or at least brought him here?
But no. She was alone. And seemed upset.
I walked into the room.
“Michelle?”
She turned towards me while trying to take off her bracelet with her teeth.
“Oh, Daniel! How great it is to seeeee you.”
She stumbled towards me, tripping slightly in her high heels.
“You alright?”
“Oh, just fiiiiiinnnee darling. Apart from being stood up, just fiiiinnee!”
“The guy stood you up?”
“Oh yeeesss. Took me to dinner, went to the ressstroom and never cammee back. So I drank a couple driinks and came back here and fell into a deeeeeep slumber.”
With this, she tripped onto the bed and started giggling.
“Michelle, you need to get undressed and go to bed.” (I hoped a line like this might trigger something.)
“I can do that allllll by myself. Just go back to Mommy and have some more fun, will you?”
“….What!?”
“It’s ok, sweetie,” she said, rolling around on the bed, “Your Mom told me all abouuttt it earlier.”
“That we…”
“Fuck? Oh yesss, sweetheart. All about it. And the baby, too.”
“You’re not upset?”
“Of course nott! Truth be told..” She hiccupped. “..Your Mother and I have had some….relations of our own in the past.”
“…..Really?! You and Mom….”
“Mmhmmmmm”, she said, slipping off of the bed and to her knees, “Ever since she was 15.”
With these words, she reached for my boxers and pulled them down. I felt no need to object.
My dick was hanging in front of her face, semi-hard. But within seconds of her grasping it, it was 100%.
Looking up at me, she said “Do you mind?”
“Go right ahead.”
She took me into her mouth instantly. Her tongue was soft and her lips gentle as they ran up and down my shaft.
No need to linger here, as this just continued for 2 minutes until I came down her throat as she took me completely into her mouth. Her gag reflex must have been
non-existent.
“Mmmmm, so good,” she said, licking her lips, “Now, sleeeeeeeep.”
She snaked her way back onto the bed, dragging me with her. She collapsed once on it and passed out instantly. I decided that I was fine where I was so I pulled up my
boxers, maneuvered the covers onto Michelle then got under them myself. I also fell asleep fairly quickly.
“Daniel?”
I awoke to that word. As I opened my eyes, I turned over to see Michelle staring at me, half a foot away.
“Morning,” I said.
“What’s going on?”
“You came home last night. The guy stood you up.”
“Yes, I know. I mean, what happened…..here?”
“Uhh. Well….let me ask you a question first.”
“….Ok. What?”
“What did Mom tell you yesterday?”
“….About….About you two….and your….you know.”
Whew, she didn’t just make it up.
“Ok, well, last night, you came home and I helped you into bed.”
“…That’s it? I sense there’s more.”
“…Do you want to know the truth?”
“Yes.”
“You gave me a blowjob.”
“….I did? Really?”
“Yes, really. And you were amazing, if I do say so myself.”
She leaned back and gave me an inquisitive look. Certainly no angry or upset emotions.
“Wow. Thank you, I suppose.”
“Youāre welcome.”
A moment of silence….
“So, did Mom tell you about my intentions?”
“What intentions?”
“To try to make love to you.”
Another inquisitive look. I was amazed at how well she was taking this.
“No. Didn’t tell me that. Just about you two and the baby. Must not have had time before I left.”
“Ahh, I see.”
Another bit of silence…
“Well,” she said, “Do you still want to?”
My heart skipped a beat.
“Of course. You’re an indescribable woman who I would love fuck.”
She smiled.
“I’m honored. Well, I’m down if you are. Help me get out of this dress.”
She turned and presented her back to me. I unzipped the back of her dress as she slipped it off of her shoulders. She stood up and pulled her dress down. Past her chest,
over her breasts, down her stomach, over her ass before finally collapsing down her legs.
She wasn’t wearing any under garments.
She turned and displayed her body to me.
Amazing breasts. As firm and perky as Mom’s. Almost similar in every way.
Cute pussy with a thin layer of hair on her prominent pubic mound above sexy, shaven lips.
And her legs. Her legs…..I still can’t describe them.
“Wow. I’m speechless.”
“Your Mom did say that you were sweet,” she said, crawling back into the bed, “And she’s right.”
Our connection was fantastic. It’s like we had known each other all of our lives and were right in the middle of a multiple year relationship.
She laid on her back and spread her legs. The fantasy that I had previously now took place almost exactly as I had imagined.
My cock slipped into her pussy with ease. She might have been old, but her body refused to show it. She might have been 49 or 50, but she looked and talked like a young,
fruitful 30 year old. But it was still obvious that she had years of experience. Her moans, sighs, gasps, pants, cries, yells, whimpers, groans and hums were some of the
most erotic sounds I’d ever heard. Definitely on par with Mom.
Her pussy was out of this world. The amount of control it had was devastating. It felt like it was living, breathing and squeezing in time with my thrusts.
We both came after a solid 5 minutes of fucking. We tried to hold out, but we couldn’t stop driving each other crazy with all of the “small things” we’d do. I shot deep into
Michelle while she sighed repeatedly, short of breath. Her orgasm seemed very subtle and delicate compared to the way she fucked. Maybe there haven’t been many guys to
get her to this point before.
“Ugh……wow,” she said as I rolled off of her, “I haven’t felt like that in years. Mom said you were good, but I didn’t think anything like that….”
“You were incredible, yourself. That orgasm was pretty cute.”
She blushed.
“Well, well, well.”
Michelle and I turned towards the doorway where Mom was standing in a see through babydoll.
“You guys didn’t wait for me, eh?”
“Oh, dear,” Michelle said, standing up, “Don’t be so selfish. What better way to warm-up than an intimate one on one session?”
“Oh, I suppose,” Mom said.
“Plus, you’ve been fucking him for ages. Tell you what,” she said, laying her hands on Mom’s shoulders, “We’ll go out on the town today. See the sights. Meet some of my
friends. Get some of the best food. And then, when all of that’s said and done, we’ll come back here.
And have a threesome.”
“Oh, Mom,” Mom said, hugging Michelle, “You know just how to make your daughter happy.”
And what a time we had. Michelle knew all of the places. Sightseeing, elegant movie theaters, luxurious restaurants with friends and a homey ice cream parlor to bring the
evening to a close. Throughout the day, I checked out these 2 women to my heartās content. To my utmost joy, they would bend over often for an amazing view of cleavage
or a tight ass in jeans or a skirt. Some of the more sensual ones were when they interacted with each other. The most memorable being when we were on a crowded bus
heading for the downtown district. The poles on the bus for people to hold on to were about 2 feet away from each other. Since the bus was so crowded, Mom and Michelle
decided to find some space between two of these poles. Their ass cheeks wrapped around the poles while their proximity to each other pressed their breasts together.
Absolutely unreal.
But eventually, the evening had come to an end and it was time to return to Michelle’s house. My excitement to fuck these two women at the same time could hardly be
contained. They seemed to be just as, if not more excited than I was.
When we got home, we went upstairs and into Michelle’s bedroom. They told me to get undressed and lay on the bed while Mom went into the guest room to change. While
she did that, I had the pleasure of watching Michelle change into a white satin chemise right in front of me.
Soon after Michelle was done changing, Mom appeared in the doorway. She was wearing a new corset that I had never seen before. Black, tight around her torso which
caused her breasts to look more voluptuous than ever before. To compliment this, she had on a pair of thigh-highs, garter straps and satin gloves. She looked like a
goddess. A pregnant goddess.
Michelle walked over to her and hugged her. “Oh, darling, you look so beautiful. How come you never came to visit me more often?”
“Now that I think about it,” she said, looking her Mother in the eyes, “I have no idea.”
At this, she gave Michelle a quick 1 second kiss. Just long enough to be sensual. A perfect pre-cursor to the explosive erotic event that was about to take place.
Without a word, they turned to me and started crawling up the bed. My heart was racing.
Mom started by kissing and licking my cock while Michelle made her way up to my face and started kissing me. This was the first time I had kissed her. Very reminiscent of
Mom, but she seemed to have her own style entirely. Soon, Mom was flat out blowing me while Michelle was lying on top of me, breasts pressing into my chest while our
tongues danced in a sexual embrace. After a little while of this I stopped kissing Michelle and told her that I wanted to eat her out. With great pleasure, she got up and
turned around. Her ass, groin and pussy were hovering above my head, ready for action. Without hesitating, she lowered her pussy to my mouth. I sucked, licked, kissed
and tongued her vagina ravenously. I could feel her rocking back and forth while I orally pleased her sensitive female areas. While this was happening, I sensed Mom had
stopped sucking me. But before long, I felt an all too familiar sensation as she sat down on me, enveloping me in her pussy. Then I heard Michelle’s sexual noises stop, only
to be replacing by sucking noises and sighs coming from both women. They were making out on top of me.
We naturally evolved positions multiple times. They both came about once every 3 minutes on average. I was trying to hold out as long as I could but it was incredibly
difficult. At one point, Mom was lying on her back while I ate her out and Michelle rimmed me from behind. Then we rotated. Mom ate out Michelle while I made out with
Mom’s asshole. Then, before long, everything was different again. I was fucking Michelle missionary style, her legs going up and over my shoulders while Mom was sitting
on her face. The first time I came was in Mom’s asshole. I was doing her doggy-style while she was lying on top of Michelle as they were making out. The second time was
in Michelle’s pussy. She was riding me cowgirl, while Mom was making out with me.
On and on it went. The sexual desire never stopped. I had 3 orgasms by the end and Mom and Michelle probably had a combined total of 20.
We lay there, sexually exhausted. Mom was down near my cock after having finished blowing me while Michelle was next to me, her breasts pressing into my side.
“That. Was. Amazing!” Michelle said, giving me a kiss, “I’ve never felt like that before in my life. So exhilarating and…..” She looked at Mom. “….orgasmic.”
“Tell me about it,” Mom said, rubbing my cock, “Who knew my son would end up being such a hunk?”
Epilogue: 15 Years Later
“I’m home!” I said, closing the door behind me. Mom came walking down the stairs, wearing a sheer babydoll and nothing else. “Hi, honey,” she said, “How was work?”
“Tiring, but went by quick.”
“Oh good,” Mom said, wrapping her arms around me and giving me a big kiss, “You don’t need to work this much, you know. With me retiring next year, we’ll have plenty of
income to keep up the place.”
Mom was 44 and I was now 29. She still looked sexy as hell and hadn’t lost any of her appeal. Simply aged. And aged well.
“Yea, I know. I guess you’re right. We shouldn’t be apart so much.”
“Damn straight. I am your wife. We can be together more than we are now and still be fine.”
Mom had found an incredibly hidden loophole deep in some state laws in an out-of-state small town. We were Mother and Son and legally married, nearing our 14th
anniversary.
“Anyway, dinner will be ready soon.”
“Cool.”
I sat down and turned on the TV, flipping to a sitcom.
“Where’s Emily?” I asked.
“Upstairs, studying.”
“The big history test?”
“Yep. She says the whole class is fretting about it.”
“Hmm. I’ll see if I can set her mind at ease.”
I sat up and walked upstairs. Now that Mom and I were married, I had moved into Mom’s, or should I say our room years ago. Therefore, Emily took my old room.
Emily was my sister and daughter. The child Mother and I had together. And she was gorgeous.
Growing up into a family shaped by incest, I knew everything about her down to the tiniest detail.
Her current bra size was 34D, impressive for a 15 year old. VERY perky tits too. Like her Mother, she had some meat on her, but wasn’t fat.
She just started growing pussy hair which Mom has been teaching her how to keep maintained. Emily insists on keeping it trimmed.
I opened the door to her room and saw her sitting at her desk, on her laptop.
Her brown hair was in a short ponytail. She had on a tight tanktop, with no bra that I could see, and just a pair of panties. She claims to enjoy wearing no bottoms….saying
things like “Well, my brother enjoys looking at my ass. Why not let him?”
Whenever we have normal, everyday conversation she refers to me as her brother more often then her father. However, when we fuck, it’s not uncommon to hear her cry
“Daddy!”.
“Hey, sweetie,” I said, sitting down on her bed. My old bed.
“Welcome home,” she replied.
“How’s the test coming along?”
“Really fucking hard.”
“Language.”
She gave me a skeptical look.
“I don’t mind you using it bed, honey. But try not to incorporate it in everyday speech. Will only hinder you in life.”
“Right, right. Anyway, yes, it’s hard.”
I placed my hand on her naked left thigh. “Want to take a break for a while?”
“You joking me?” she asked, flipping her laptop closed.
She turned towards me and jumped onto me, pushing me back onto the bed.
Making out with me was one of her favorite pastimes. She said that it was “the only enjoyable way to spend her free time”. I certainly didn’t mind.
Our lips connected as she stuck her tongue deep into her mouth. She was more of a sexual fiend than I was. She was getting me worked up fast so I disengaged and said
“Take off those off and sit on my face. Get comfortable. I’ll see if I can take your mind off of school.”
Without missing a beat, Emily slipped off her underwear and sat down on my face. She surprised me by resting her asshole on my mouth first.
So there I was, lying down, giving my sister, my daughter, anal cunnilingus while she sat on top of me, moaning and sighing in ecstasy.
My face fit perfectly between her petite ass cheeks. Although, it’s not like it was the first time it had been there.
“Oh, Daddy,” she said, getting off of me and lying down, “I want you in me right now. I need your cum.”
I turned and looked at her, her legs spread, pussy inviting me to jump in.
“Damn,” I said, getting undressed quickly, “I have a fucking sexy little sister.”
She grinned, filled with joy.
I moved on top of her and dipped my cock towards her vagina. She moved her legs up into the air, gripping my sides, and whispered “Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes.” I moved down
and slipped into her tight little teenage pussy. She did a sort of whimper/gasp combination as I started thrusting in and out. This is how she grew up. In a incestuous
family. Her father was her brother, married to his mother…her mother. She grew up with a sexual fascination towards both of her parents. Nudity was a common thing
around the house. Yet at the same time, Mom and I made sure to educate her in the way all other families operated, so if she wished to stop the incest with her generation,
she could.
That probably won’t be the case, however.
Her orgasms were always amazing. This one being exceptionally exciting. After a few minutes, she whispered in my ear “I’m going to cum.” I said ok and kept slamming in
and out of her. It started with a few quiet “Oh god..”s but soon built into “Oh FUCK! I’m cumming! I’m cummmminnngg! I’m cummi……..OHHH MY GODD!!!!!!!!!!!”. She
hugged me tightly with both her pussy and her arms.
My daughter was a partial squirter. Her orgasms were always body-shaking and produced fluid.
I felt it coating my cock while she screamed in pleasure for a solid 10 seconds before taking a breath.
After 30 seconds, her orgasm ceased.
“Damn, sweetie,” I said, pulling out of her, “You sure know how to work your brother up.”
“You’re not going to cum in me?”
“Not today. I’d like to fuck Mom tonight. And you’ve gotten me ready for such a date. I’ll fuck you twice tomorrow, alright? It’ll be Saturday.”
“Oh, I guess,” she said, putting her panties back on, “Thank you, though. That was amazing. You’re amazing.”
“No,” I said, giving her a little kiss, “You’re amazing.”
Mom rolled off of me and laid down next to me.
“Wow, honey,” she said, catching her breath, “You were fantastic!”
“Blame Emily,” I said, “She had another of her orgasms earlier.”
“Ahhhhh,” Mom said laying her head onto my chest, her breasts pressing into my waist, “That crazy little girl. So exciting to see her grow up like this, no? So perky and full
of life. And so fucking amazing in bed.”
I gave Mom an inquisitive look. “You been sleeping with her lately?”
Mom gave me a sly look. “Well, you left early this morning without giving me any attention,” she said, running her hand down my stomach and to my now non-erect cock,
cupping it in her hand. “And I really needed my pussy eaten out.”
“Oh, Mom. You’re such a slut.”
So there we were. Mother and Son, Wife and Husband, lying naked in bed, post-coital. Our daughter, my sister, sleeping across the hall, eagerly awaiting the 2 sex sessions
I promised her for tomorrow.
Michelle frequently visited the house. She’s gotten to know Emily very well, I must say.
Jennifer still lives next to us. However, her and her husband got a divorce because of the distance their jobs created. Interestingly enough though, using the same trick Mom was
able to discover, she married her sister, who also had divorced her husband. They both live together across the street.
We had made it. We were happy. And I had a hot Mom and beautiful sister….a beautiful daughter to…..fuck……whenever I felt like it.
….Fuck….
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I Own You Now
I catch someone in an embarrassing situation and take advantage.
The Third Wheel
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Fuckin’ Dog – Part 1: The Cousin
A young man transforms into a dog and fucks his cousin!
Dream Girl Birth of a Goddess part 3
Isn’t it interesting how the sounds are the same for an awful nightmare and great sex?
Mr. Wong’s Curios: Blue Lotus Tea
“Unh- God, yes! Harder!ā Justin ground his cock against my clit. I felt his shaft moving between my thighs. I couldnāt help but squeeze them together, it felt so good.
“Monica, youāre so beautiful. Why couldnāt I see it before?” Justin moaned in my ear.
“Fuck me, Justin! Please, fuck me!” I nearly screamed. It felt like lightning was coursing through my body. Justin pressed against me harder, thrusting faster and faster. I felt my back begin to arch and my face felt hot. I was so close to cumming.
“Well, it’s plain to see you were meant for me, yeah- I’m your toy, your 20th century boy”ā Crap- Justin was calling! I pulled my hand out from between my legs and reached for my phone, but my fingers were soaked. I rolled over and grabbed the phone with my other, dryer hand.
“Hey, Justin!” My voice was way too high! I sounded like an idiot!
“Monica, whatās going on?” His voice was honey mixed with gravel, smooth but rough. He was so hot.
āOh, um, nothing. Whatās going on with you?ā
āMiles left the band- got in a fight with Trevor. Weāre trying to find a new keyboardist. You play, right?ā
āKeyboard? Um, yeah, I play!ā I was actually more of a classical piano player, but I could play whatever they wanted, especially for Justin.
āCool. Look, weāre having auditions this afternoon, āround five. You should be there.ā
āIāll definitely come!ā In more ways than one.
āSounds good. Later.ā With that, Justin hung up. I couldnāt believe it. Trouble Note, Justinās band, was awesome. They had at least three or four gigs a week and everyone figured theyād get a record deal soon. I couldnāt understand why Miles would leave. It was Trevor on bass, Daniel on lead guitar, Justin on vocals and rhythm guitar, Harry on drums, and Miles on the keyboard. At least, it used to be! I guess he and Trevor finally went at it. Theyād never liked each other, but I didnāt ever think one of them would leave. Now was my chance though! If I could make it onto Trouble Note, Iād spend, like, every single day with Justin! Maybe heād notice me and I could do more than just rub one out to the thought of him.
It was around two thirty, just enough time to get ready. I got off my bed and looked at myself in the mirror. āCrapā¦ā I sighed. More acne, it was always more acne. I had the worst pizza face of anyone I knew. I didnāt even blame guys for not wanting to talk to me. I wouldnāt have wanted to either. And it wasnāt like I was stacked or anything. I had small boobs, barely a B cup. I was always one of those girl friends that guys have. Not a girlfriend, just a friend that happened to be a girl. I was the one they went to when they wanted advice on how to land other, hotter girls. That was how Iād met all my guy friends really, all of them except Justin. He and I were both music majors. Iād been in the library, trying to find this book on early twentieth century jazz for my research paper, which was due the next day, and I couldnāt find it anywhere. When I finally got angry and shouted, asking where in the hell it was, Justin had walked over with it. Weād been friends since then.
By three, Iād showered and settled on an outfit. I put on some pants and a green sweater. I left my hair down because it helped cover up more of my face that way. The only thing I liked that I wore were my shoes. They were leather strap heels and really cute, not that it mattered when I was the one who was wearing them. Basically, the only thing I had going for me was music. I lived and breathed it. When I wrote a piece or played something, it made me feel beautiful. When the music finished, I was ugly again. I was good at piano though, really good, so if the band wanted a keyboardist who wouldnāt hog the spotlight and could play, I was their girl.
I got to Harryās bar early. āHappy Harryāsā was their drummerās bar, and since it already had a small stage and needed entertainment some nights, it was the natural place for them to practice. I saw Justin on stage, adjusting his mike. He had messy, unkempt brown hair and these dark eyes that were like looking into two bottomless wells. He was wearing a red and white baseball shirt with some torn jeans and a Fratellis wrist band. So hot. I waved. He looked up, smiled a little, and raised a hand. I took a seat and waited for them to get ready to audition people. A half hour later, it was me and these two stoner looking guys who werenāt exactly MTV material in the looks department either. I went first and played Trouble Noteās āToken Heart, Broken Artā almost perfectly. The two guys both sucked. The spot was as good as mine! As I was coming off stage though, the doors to the bar swung open and this girl walked in like sheād just stepped out of a movie.
She had long blonde hair, a cute figure, and perfect skin. The guys in the band were only too happy to meet her. Her name was Amber Lynne, which meant even her name kicked my nameās ass. When she played though, it was barely passable. She had to stop and restart twice. The band asked us to wait outside while they discussed what theyād seen. Maybe that meant I still had a shot. The four of us stood outside, the two stoner guys shared a joint and Amber lit a cigarette, occasionally giving me a cold look out of the corner of her eye. I leaned against the door to the bar. I could just make out what the guys were saying.
ā-donāt care, she bitā¦hard. You know Monica was the best.ā It was Justin!
āAnd I donāt care about your pity friendās playing when her face looks like road rash. Amberās hot, Monicaās not.ā There was a pause after that.
āNo, Dude. Sorry, but I have to agree with him. I vote Amber too.ā
āMe too.ā
āGod, you guys can be real dicks sometimes. Iām going to call her in first. Maybe I can explain or something. Shit.ā I heard the sound of footsteps approaching the door and I moved back a few feet before I was caught listening in. The door cracked open. āHey, Monica, you come in first.ā
āUm, okay.ā I said, barely loud enough to be heard. I felt awful. Justin and I took a seat at a table at the back of the bar. The rest of the band pretended to check their instruments.
āLookā¦ā Justin began. I could see it was difficult for him, he felt badly about what had happened. The least I could do was make it easier on him.
āI didnāt get the part, sāokay. I knew Amber would as soon as she walked in.ā Justin told me the band had voted for Amber, but he said my playing was definitely the best. I let my hair fall in front of my face and told him Iād see him in class on Monday. He asked if I wanted to get lunch afterwards, I told him yes. It was a nice gesture, a consolation prize to help mollify the pain. I kept it together until I got to my car. I was sobbing as I pulled away from the bar. I didnāt know what to do and I kept crying harder and harder. I couldnāt even see the road. I pulled into a parking lot somewhere in town and cut the engine. I just cried until I was done. Then I got out of the car and decided I might as well walk around. I didnāt come in too often and I needed something to take my mind off of things. As I walked down the sidewalk, I looked in the window of the store I was passing and saw a bunch of old, Asian looking stuff inside. I decided to check it out.
The store was filled with all kinds of antiques, Chinese looking stuff that seemed like it should be in a museum. āHey there!ā I heard a voice call from the upper floor at the back of the store. It was a cute guy, he looked like he ran the store. āCan I help you with anything?ā I told him no. I donāt know how he knew, but he asked me why I was so sad. Before I knew it, I was explaining everything that had just happened to him. I told him about Justin, about his band, trying out, and Amber showing up. He was a really good listener. He asked me if I had told Justin that I liked him. I said no, of course not. He asked why. I told him I was too ugly. Justin would never go for someone like me. He was about to say something when this beautiful girl walked into the store.
āGod,ā I thought, āthis day hates me.ā
He and the girl chatted for a minute. They looked excited to see each other, probably deeply in love. Then the guy, I swear, caught me giving the girl a glance. A few seconds later, he and the girl came by and he introduced the two of us. Her name was Amanda, I told her mine was Monica. He asked if weād talk for a second while he went in the back. The guy said he had something Iād like in the back of the store, but it might take him a minute to find it. After he left, his girlfriend started talking to me. She was sweet too, but not as syrupy as the guy; she had a little bit of attitude. Her name was Amanda, and she was basically who I wished I couldāve been. Hot, smart, and with a great guy.
āHey, you were saying your skin bothered you. Try this.ā I looked up and saw the guy had come back. In his hands was a small wooden box. I took it from him.
āWhat is it?ā The box looked like it was filled with black leaves or something.
āBlue Lotus Tea Leaves. Blue Lotus Tea is really rare. Iām pretty sure weāre the only store that has any. Itās supposed to help promote growth, balance your energy, flush out toxins- basically make your body super healthy. I think itāll help your skin.ā I told him it was nice of him, but I didnāt think anything would help. Iād tried every brand, every medication, every wipe, rinse, or cream that you could buy. Nothing had helped. āWell, at least you wonāt be disappointed if it doesnāt work and you get tea out of the deal. Why not try it? Whatāve you got to lose?ā That was true. I bought the tea, which he sold to me for considerably less than I bet it was worth, then I got in my car. As I drove off, I saw the boy and Amanda kiss as he locked the door to the store. I mustāve shown up right at closing time.
I boiled some tea when I got back to my apartment. I thought it would be blue or green, but the tea wound up taking on the color of clouds, a transparent bluish-grey. I sat down to watch American Idol while I drank my tea. It tasted like cotton candy and ginger, no kidding. āOh my god! This is great!ā I said out loud. I finished the tea in two more gulps and immediately brewed myself another cup. When Iād finished that cup, I felt really good. I figured it was the caffeine making me feel awake, but I was also sort of horny. Besides that, I was hungry and wound up eating two whole cans of vegetable soup. Then I masturbated again to the thought of Justin fucking me. I wound up going to bed early though. It was weird.
I woke up early too. The sun was barely up, but I felt completely re-energized. I got up and looked in the mirror. I thought my face looked better, but maybe I was just in a good mood. It was hard to tell. I was also hungry and craving my Blue Lotus Tea. I poured myself several bowls of Special K and brewed two cups of the tea. When I had finished my meal, I started on my school work and had it done by lunch time. I went out for lunch with my friend Kelsey, who I hadnāt called in a while. She said I seemed happier. I told her it was just her imagination. When I got home, I drank another cup of tea. By the time I went to bed, I had already had six cups and an equal number of orgasms.
The next morning, there was a definite change in my skin. My forehead was still bad but my cheeks were much clearer and my hair looked shiny. Needless to say, I drank a lot of tea that day as well. On Monday, maybe half of my acne had cleared up and some of the scars from it had gone away too. When I was getting dressed, my shirt got stuck on my chest as I was pulling it down. Iād never had that happen before, but I didnāt think anything about it. During class, Justin and I chatted and he said I looked nice. After that, I asked to go to the bathroom. Just that one remark had me wet and I came thinking about him eating me out. Lunch was great too, although I ate more than I wished I had, but I was always hungry now. Maybe my body needed the calories to make my skin better.
Over the next few weeks, I kept drinking the tea and picked up three more boxes from the hot, nice guy at Mr. Wongās Curios and Antiques. He said he was glad I was feeling better and that my skin was looking great. It was true, it was almost perfect now. Iād get a small pimple every now and then, but it was usually gone by the next day. My hair had grown out really quickly too, smoother and silkier than before. By far the greatest change was what had happened to my body. Not only did my skin look great but it seemed toned. My ass felt bigger, which I wasnāt thrilled about, but it was tight and firm. I had actually learned a couple of hip hop dances for fun, now that I actually had something to shake. Even better, Iād had to go bra shopping. My boobs were popping out of their old cups. Iād moved from a small B to a large C. It felt amazing. Every morning was like a dream, I got to wake up, look in the mirror and see a model looking back at me- then I made her come at least twice.
I was talking with Justin more too, now that I wasnāt so nervous around him. He and I talked about music and jobs and about Trouble Note. They were about to get signed, he said. They had a big concert on the twentieth, record label executives were supposed to come. If they liked what they saw and heard, he figured theyād get a deal. I was happy for him and when he asked if I would, I told him Iād come to the concert. And speaking of coming, Iād thought I masturbated a lot before, but since starting on my regimen of tea around the clock, I had to come at least five or six times a day and whenever I knew Iād see Justin, bringing spare panties was a necessity.
The Friday before his concert, Justin had me come over to play keyboard so that he could practice extra for the concert. His voice sounded great and I got to learn more of the bandās songs. After that, I told him I didnāt really have clothes for a concert and I basically just had sweaters and loose t-shirts. He asked me why I never let anyone see my body, when I had such a good one. I told him I didnāt think I did. He brushed my hair behind my ear and told me I should show my face too, I was beautiful. I thought my heart would stop. Heād never said anything like that to me before. I leaned forward by instinct and before I knew what was happening, I felt him kiss me.
We went shopping at the mall after that and he helped me pick out a couple of new, more rocker-style outfits. When I couldnāt decide between two shirts, I stepped out the dressing room with just my bra on and asked him which he liked better. The stare he gave me was completely worth it. I bought the clothes and we had dinner at the food court together. After that, I told him we were going to Chique-n-Sleek, this expensive hair place. When the lady asked what Iād like done, I asked her to hand Justin a catalogue and told him to pick out whatever he wanted. I wound up getting a trim and a bright red streak that framed the right side of my face. It looked really good with my naturally dark hair. Justin drove me home and we actually made out for a few minutes. When my hand brushed his crotch, which I made seem like an accident, I felt how hard he was under his jeans. I pressed down, just a hint, and enjoyed the grunting sound he made. I went inside then, leaving him wanting more for once.
When the day Trouble Note was to play came, I made sure to be ready and look my best. I started my day with two cups of tea and a large blueberry muffin I had picked up from the bakery down the street. The rest of the day, I took care of my class assignments and got ready. I slipped on my new black bra, with the lacey frills and hot pink accents. A black thong finished my unmentionable ensemble. Next, I put on a pair of black jeans that hugged my ass, with a studded belt that screamed rocker. I pulled a hot pink tube top down over my bra and then a black, low cut, Nirvana shirt on over that, leaving an inch or two of my stomach showing. I put on just enough make-up and purple eye shadow to look good without looking like a groupie. I finished the look off with a black, plastic choker, a wrist band, and I put my hair up. But, I made sure to leave the red streak down, since Justin liked it so much. When I saw myself in the mirror it was unbelievable. āIād fuck me.ā I thought to myself. The difference between my life then and what it was a few weeks ago was almost too immense to comprehend. If Justin and the band got signed, who knew what life would be like if we became serious.
I met Justin at the concert hall and he gave me a backstage pass and a ticket to the front section, whereād Iād be able to see the band play from. He looked great and I wished him luck, leaving a throaty whisper in his ear. He looked like he appreciated that. When it came time for the band to come on, everyone was on their feet as they screamed and chanted āTROUBLE NOTE! TROUBLE NOTE! TROUBLE NOTE!!ā
After several minutes, Justin and the others still werenāt on stage. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. Pulling it out, I saw Justin had texted me. āProblemās come up. Meet backstage!ā The text read. I slipped out and after showing security my pass, went backstage and found Justin.
āWhatās wrong?ā I asked, worried.
āAmber- sheās going to the hospital.ā
āOh my god..ā I didnāt like Amber, but I hoped she was alright. āIs she okay?ā
āSheāll be peachy by tomorrow. Sheās so high sheā¦ damn, I donāt even know. Iāve never seen someone that high before.ā Considering Trevor was in the band, Amber mustāve been really, really high.
āWhat are you guys going to do?!ā
āCan you play? You know the songs.ā
āI- I donāt know. Iāve never played them in front of anyone before. I donāt know how youāve got the sound set up and um, I- I just- I want toā¦ but, um-ā Justin cut me off with a kiss. Then he pulled back and looked deep into my eyes with his shadowy pair.
āYouāve got this. Iāll be right there with you.ā I nodded and we headed to the band. A few minutes later, we were on stage. Iād never felt anything like it. The rush of the crowd, the sound of the music. Rocking an entire stadium with Justin in front of me- It was magical. When weād finished our set and then the encore, the crowd kept chanting for one more. We played āToken Heart, Broken Art,ā the same song Iād tried out with and when the final note hit, I strutted right up to Justin, in front of two thousand screaming fans, and pulled him in for the most passionate kiss Iād ever given anyone. We were signed with Good Guy Records before we left that night. I replaced Amber.
The after party was wild, really, really wild. Before we got too tipsy, Justin and I beat it. He drove me back to my place and I invited him to come up stairs. Out of habit, I brewed two cups of Blue Lotus Tea. I gave him one and we quickly gulped the tea down. āI feel great.ā He sighed.
āMe too.ā I crooned in Justinās ear. I stroked my hand across his crotch, feeling it stiffen at my touch. āHowās he feeling?ā
āBetter now.ā We started making out and I thrust my tongue deep into Justinās mouth. I wanted him and by God, tonight I was going to fuck him till he was empty.
āBedroom…ā I moaned in his ear. Justin took the hint and picked me up, carrying me into my room. He laid me down and we started to undress. I pulled off my shirt and tube top as he took his shirt off as well. Then we pulled off our shoes and pants, leaving the both of us in our underwear.
āDamn.ā He said as I lay on my side, posing in my bra and thong for him. I unhooked the back of my bra and let my tits fall out. I slid my thong off next. Finally, with my body completely bare except for the choker around my neck, I let my hair down, gave Justin the sexiest, most sultry look I could. Then I spread my legs, letting him see my flooded thighs. I beckoned him towards me, but when he tried to get on top of me, I pulled his boxers down. Before he knew what I was doing, I took the head of his cock in my mouth and ran my tongue around it. āShit, Monica, that feels so good.ā Hearing Justin say my name like that turned me on ever more. I pulled off his cock and finally got a good look at the dick that I had thought about so many times. It was nearly eight inches long and thick enough that it got me even wetter thinking about how I would fit it in me.
I bent my head down to it again and slid my lips down around it, enjoying the feeling of Justinās cock filling my mouth and pressing against the back of my throat. As I reached the base of his shaft, Justin moaned and I started to gag. I wasnāt stopping till I reached the very bottom. Pushing on, I finally felt his head bump against my tonsils. I cupped his balls and with my other hand took a handful of perfect ass and squeezed. I pulled back up until only his head was in my mouth, then I pushed back down to the bottom. I was learning to love the feeling of gagging, as long as it was his cock I was sucking. I went up and down faster and Justin ran his fingers through my hair, taking hold of my head. I kept bobbing up and down on him as he forced his shaft into my throat again and again.
āFuck, Monica, Iām about to come!ā He yelled. I felt Justin try to pull away, not wanting to finish in my mouth, but I wanted his cum. I wanted every drop of his load. I grabbed his ass with both hands and shoved his cock down my throat till his head was down my throat as far it would go. āIāM CUMMING!ā Justin yelled and I felt his hips buck hard.
His cock pulsed inside my mouth I felt warm, salty cum plaster the back of my throat. There was hardly any point in doing so, but I swallowed it as best I could. Before I had even finished with that shot, another, even bigger rope of cum filled my throat. It was hard to breathe but I kept sucking down his load, not letting a single drop go anywhere but into my throat and then deep into my stomach. Justin dug his hands harder into my hair and his hips face fuck me hard. When I finally took what seemed like the hundredth shot of his cum, I felt his orgasm die away. Justin turned and fell onto the bed, his legs leaning off the side and resting on the ground, one of his feet on my Musical Theory textbook.
I saw Justinās cock begin to soften, a bead of cum left on its tip. I had plans for that dick and Iād meant every last drop when Iād said it. I slipped off the bed and kneeled in front of him. I bent down, wrapped my tongue around his head again, sucking the last vestiges of his cum into my mouth. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and started pumping, enjoying the feeling of him getting hard again. āAhh, I just came!ā He yelled as I pushed him to the edge, his cock still extra sensitive. I continued on, sucking and pumping until he was as hard as a rock again.
āNow that I finally have big tits-ā I said as I looked into Justinās eyes, āI want you to fuck them.ā I leaned forward and wrapped my tits around his cock, creating a slick pussy for him out of my chest. Theyād gotten so sensitive since Iād started drinking the tea and it felt amazing just to have him between them. I cupped my tits in my hands and pressed them around him, creating as much pressure as I could. His hips started moving his cock between them, and I bounced them up and down in time with his thrusts. It was the first time Iād ever given a boob job to someone. It was amazing to watch him fuck my tits. I bent my head down and took his head into my mouth, sucking as his hips kept bucking.
I moved my hands up and down, bouncing my boobs up and down faster and faster as Justin thrust to match my speed. Before long, I could hear the sound of his breathing becoming shallow and fast. āCome for me, Baby.ā I crooned. I moved my tits as fast as I could and dipped my head down, taking as much of his cock as I could. When I felt his cock pulse, like someone taking the cap off a shaken bottle of soda, I pulled my mouth off and let him fountain onto me. His first shot ran down my hair, across my eye, and onto my chest. The second arched way over my head, landing behind me on the bed and leaving a trail of droplets all across me. The third shot hit my chin and the rest went all over my chest, coating my the tops of my tits with his cum. It felt so warm and wet and good on me. After he finished coming, Justin lay back on the bed, exhausted. While he recovered, I went to the bathroom and reluctantly cleaned my face off. I thought about wiping my chest off, but decided not to. āWhat the hell, I like it.ā I thought to myself as I looked at my big tits covered in Justinās cum. If I liked it, why not enjoy it while it lasted?
With my face wiped off, I glanced back in the bedroom at Justin. He looked like he was mostly asleep. His big cock lay limply across his leg and his breathing was slow and deep. He needed a rest if I was going to make him keep going, so after and brushing his hair off of his forehead and giving him a small kiss, I walked into the kitchen and made two more cups of tea. That was the last I had, so as I carried the cups back to the bedroom, I made a mental note to go back by Mr. Wongās Curios and buy some more. I found Justin basically asleep when I walked back into the bedroom, but the aroma of the tea mustāve stirred him, because his eyes fluttered open as I set the cups on the end table by the bed.
āSmells good.ā He said hoarsely, his throat dry unlike mine. Not that I was complaining.
āHere.ā I handed him one cup as he sat up, leaning against the headboard. I took the other cup and straddled his lap, letting myself sink down onto him. Even when he wasnāt hard, it felt so good to have his cock pressed against me. Just the thought that I, Monica had Justinās cock between my legs, pressed against my pussy, was enough to get me wet again. As we sat there, sipping on our blue tea, I began grinding on him, without realizing it at first. His shaft slipped between my wet lips and slid back and forth, teasing my clit. Each movement felt better than the last. My pussy was soaking, coating Justinās swelling cock with my cum. Eventually, we lost track of our tea, throwing the cups onto the carpeted floor. Justin had begun thrusting for real and it felt amazing to be lifted up, only to land on his hard shaft again.
āJustinā¦ā I whispered to him as planted my hands on his chest and brought my face close to his. āI want you. Pleaseā¦ please, fuck me.ā I needed him. I needed him inside me and no one and nothing else would do. I looked into his dark eyes, feeling myself sucked into them. Then he closed them and I felt his hand on the back of my hand, his fingers in my hair, pulling me towards him. Our lips made contact and then opened for our tongues as we fell into the hardest, most sexual kiss Iād ever had. It seemed like weād never break apart. My lips were pressed so hard against his that I thought they might bruise and we were grinding our bodies together in time, not a single inch of space between us. When everything was coated in sweat and my cum, I found the will power to break away from the kiss and lift myself up.
Justin and I stared at the space between us. He took his cock in his hand and raised it up until the head, swollen, purple, and oozing precum, was grazing my entrance.
“Are you ready?” He asked me, looking into my eyes and stroking my cheek with his free hand.
āYes. God, yes. Iām so ready.ā I sank down and felt his cock pressing in, my glistening entrance welcoming him inside me. He took his hand away from his cock after the first inch had slid into me. He put his hand on my hips and pushed me down towards his lap, forcing me to take and more of his wonderful cock. Finally, I gave up trying to take it slowly and sank down, engulfing the last four inches all at once.
āUnnh!ā I moaned as I felt his cock fill me and our bodies become one. I was so tight and he was so hard that I could feel his cock pulsing inside of me. Every twitch made my cheeks feel hot and set my eyelids fluttering. I thought that this must be what heaven felt like, but then it all got even better. Justin pulled out until only half of his cock was still inside me, then he thrust back inside, slamming me down with his hands on my hips. The impact sent waves of pleasure racing through my body. Iād never felt anything like it. Even in my best fantasies, Iād never imagined Justin could make me feel this good. After that, Justin started thrusting in and out of me regularly, his cock pushing against my g-spot and every impact making my clit scream in delight.
āUnh, Monica youāre so tight. Itās never felt this good with anyone else.ā
āOhh, Justin! Yes, Iām tight for you, only you. Now, fuck me. Fuck me hard with your big dick!ā Hearing me talk like that mustāve really turned him on, because the next thing I knew, I was being lifted up, completely off the bed. Justinās dick was pressed so deep inside me that it felt like his head had to be pushing into my womb. God, I wanted his cum.
The next thing I felt was my body bouncing up and down as Justin fucked me hard. I could hear the sound of our bodies slapping together every time I came down. The feeling was too much for me to handle. I leaned back and felt the tip of his cock drive straight into my G spot again and again. That was it. I leaned back forward and dug my hands into Justin and raked his chest with my nails. That turned him on so much that I could feel his cock swell up and pulse inside me. I felt myself tighten around him.
āGod, fuck, Justin! Make me cum! Make me CUM!ā My back arched and my face felt so hot. Then I felt my legs clench and my pussy went wild. āIāM CUMMING, JUSTIN! YOUāRE MAKING ME CUM!ā That pushed Justin over the edge too. I felt him dig his hands into my thighs and slam his huge cock all the way into me.
āMONICA, Iām CUMMING!ā He yelled. As wave after wave of pleasure rolled through my body, I suddenly felt jets of his warm cum splatter inside me and I started cumming all over again. When our orgasms finally subsided, I collapsed on top of Justin, feeling the slick sweat on our bodies mix. I ran my hands through his hair and he looked into my eyes.
āI love you, Monica.ā
āI love you too, Justin.ā I love you so much. We were so tired and so happy in each otherās arms, we fell asleep with the light on.
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