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Me and My Wife’s Mother

There I stood in front of my mother-in-law. She was wearing a pair of my wife’s black back seamed silk stockings, black bustier, thong panties, and a pair of super high heels shoes that my wife only wore once for my birthday. I was heading to get something out of my walk in closet when I discovered her hiding there. She stood in front of me all embarrassed and her face started to turn red.
She wasn’t the only one embarrassed. I was standing there naked and as I looked at her beautiful plump body, the blood started to flow into my cock giving me an instant erection. In a moment of panic we both started to apologize as I excused myself back to the bedroom. Jumping under the covers, tying to conceal my boner, my mother-in-law, Helen, followed me into the bedroom.
“I can explain” she said as she sat down on the edge of the bed.
I started to apologize to her before she interrupted me. She started to explain that she was putting laundry away when she found my wife’s naughty collection, as she called it. She told me she just had to try it on to she how she looked in it.
Oh, she looked good, damn good. Even though she was almost 60, she had a killer body. She stood at about 5’8” and weighed about 250lbs. A little on the plump side, she had the same figure as my wife that I was very attractive to. Her hair was graying and she wore it in a typical old woman perm. She wasn’t too wrinkled and still had a very pretty face.
All I could say is that it was OK. With my cock still swollen, I was checking out my mother-in-law. She was hot as I saw her beautiful huge tits fill the bustier and her long legs leading to the magic spot between them.
“I am honored that you find me so attractive. You do find me sexy? Don’t you?” she said to me.
I wanted to scream out, oh yes, please fuck me but she was my mother-in-law. Oh how I wanted to kiss her lips and fuck her large body. How I wanted to ravage her and make her beg for my swollen cock to plunge deep in between her legs. I wondered how tight and wet she would be. I had to answer her so I told her that she looks good and I hope her daughter looks as good as she does at her age.
“Oh, you’re just saying that. By time you are 30 you won’t want to touch my daughter any more.” She told me.
“Oh now, I am looking forward to her getting older” I said.
“You are?” she asked.
“Yes, I think she will get sexier with age.” I replied.
I was really thinking about fucking my mother-in-law. My wife was only gone for two days and I am already feeling very horny. I think she sensed that because that was when she made her move on me. Reaching up and lightly caressing my face with her hand, she told me that I was just saying that because I was horny and she was on the bed with me.
I sat up in bed and looked her in the eyes. It was the same look my wife gives me when she is horny and wants me to fuck her. The look of desire shot out her eyes and we moved towards each other so our lips can meet. Connecting in a deep passionate kiss, the fire burned through my body. My cock already stiff, anticipated being touched. It wanted to be placed between the old beauty’s legs and up into her cunt.
As we continued to kiss, I felt her hand push the covers off of me. Wrapping her fingers around my cock, she stroked it up and down. Oh, how good that felt as I slid my hands to the top of her breasts. Caressing the sides of her tits through the material of the bustier, she moaned with pleasure as our tongues stayed entwined.
“Oh fuck me!” begged my mother-in-law, “It has been a long time since I have had a real cock between my legs.”
Reaching up, I pulled the material covering her tits over the plump flesh. Exposing her huge gorgeous breasts, I then bent down to take her right nipple into my mouth. As I sucked, she started to wiggle trying to give herself pleasure between her legs. I moved to the left nipple and with my right hand, spread her legs and caressed her above the tops of the stockings. She was panting with pleasure as I teased her between her legs.
I moved her and placed her on her back spread on the bed. Getting between her legs, I moved the thin material of the panty exposing her well groomed pussy. It was beautiful and I just couldn’t wait to plunge my cock deep inside. Smelling the sweet smell of her juices, I bent over to get a better whiff. I heard her moan quietly as my warm breath came in contact with her awaiting pussy. Next thing I knew, I felt her hand on the back of my head pushing it into her pussy. I opened my mouth and shoved my tongue in between her waiting lips.
I tasted her sweetness in my mouth as I slid my tongue up and down her wet slit. Her juices flowed as I made my way to her clit. Sucking her clit she started to scream and buck her hips into my face. Again, she grabbed my head and held me tight in her snatch. I took my hand and plunged one of my fingers into her cunt. It went in but I was surprised how tight she felt for a woman of her age. Spreading her pussy open, I was able to get a second finger in her snatch as I sucked her clit. It was about that time, she started to buck and scream with her orgasm. Her pussy squeezed my fingers as I shoved them into her tight hole as deep as possible.
My cock was pulsating and I grew lustful as I watched the older slut enjoy her orgasm. I got up to my knees and she reached out to grab my cock. Stroking the length of my tool made me want to fuck her hard. She told me that I did enough work as she made me lay on my back. Still on her knees she bent over and took my cock into her mouth. Her warm moist lips felt good wrapped around my dick. I grabbed her head pushing it down onto my cock. I pumped my hips in and out meeting her mouth sliding up and down on my rock hard tool. I felt the pressure build and I knew that I better push her off. I pushed her off just in time to see my cock pulsate some pre-cum out of the tip.
She looked hurt that I didn’t want to cum in her mouth. I told her why cum in her mouth when her cunt was available. A smile came across her face as she got up to straddle my body. She grabbed my cock and guided it between her legs. I felt her moist tight hole slide onto my cock. It squeezed it tight as she started to thrust on my tool. I reached up and grabbed her slightly floppy tits. I squeezed her nipple between my fingers as I rammed my cock in her tight pussy.
It did surprise me how tight she was. She felt about as tight as my wife and I was just hoping that my wife would feel this good in about 40 years. I watched Helen’s face as she rode my cock. She panted in pleasure as she worked toward our orgasms. Soon I felt my fluids build in my cock and I was trying my hardest not to cum so soon. I squeezed my muscles trying to hold off my cum. She was just riding me too hard and then I felt the contractions of her orgasm on my cock. She screamed and bucked as she came. I was over the point of no return as I felt my cock’s pressure explode into my mother-in-law.
My mother-in-law fell off me exhausted. My cock went limp as she snuggled up against me. Wrapping her arm around me she thanked me for the great fuck. Playing with my cock, she made comments how she could just die now that she experienced that. She started to tell me about all the other kinky things she has done. As she talked and played with my cock, I started to feel the hardness return. She must have felt it too as she looked up and smiled at me.
Stroking my cock up and down, she continued telling me all her dirty little secrets. She was a slut in her day before settling down and getting married. She must have spread her legs open for a hundred guys and just thinking about how much of a slut she was turned me on more. Before long my cock was throbbing hard in her hand and once it was she leaned over and kissed me on the lips. We kissed passionately as she stroked my meat up and down.
Kissing my neck and moving her lips to my ear, she whispered that she wanted me to fuck her doggy style. Oh, that was going to be such a treat because my wife hated that position. I reached up and felt her cunt and found she was still dripping wet.
I positioned her on the bed facing the dresser mirror. I wanted to watch her face as I penetrated her pussy from behind. Grapping my cock, I slid it between her waiting lips. I watched her reaction on the mirror as I pushed it all the way in her tight wet hole. I started pumping in and out of this beautiful senior woman as I watched her reach up and play with her clit. I rammed my hard cock into her dark hole as I watched her bare tits swing in the mirror.
I kept my hands on her hips while I rammed my cock into her body. I reached around a few times to play with her tits but I rather thrust my dick deep into her cunt. She moaned and screamed with delight as I thrust in her body. The moaning and screaming got louder as she must have experienced her climax only seconds before I felt myself reach the point of no return. I thrust my cock as deep as I could into her as I exploded inside her body. My cock pumped my remaining sperm into her body before going limp and falling out.
We laid down on the bed exhausted and all out of breath. Oh, was my mother-in-law a good fuck and my hope was that her daughter turned into her. Not many guys want their wife to turn into their mother but this was the best sex of my life.
We chatted on the bed and we agreed we would have to do this again. But we never did because soon cancer settled into her and within a year she was dead. On her deathbed she thanked me for this one last time and a moment later she died with me holding her hand.

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Naruto:Kyuubi Secrets Ch.6

             Naruto:Kyuubi Secrets
 Ch.6: That Night and the One After
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     So, I haven’t even waited to start this chapter, and I haven’t even checked the last story for comments. So, I’m kinda lost with what to say, and I’m just gonna start writing now…
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    Right as Naruto landed on his living room floor, he heard a buzzing in his ear. Suddenly, the all too familiar scroll flashed in an eruption of flooding light, and as it died down, in it’s midst stood a very pissed-off looking fox-girl.
    “What the hell, Naruto!” She exclaimed, her face red in anger.
    “I’m sorry, Nya, I just got carried away,” Naruto explained, trying to save his ass.
    “You got carried away?!? First you made out with her like there was no tomorrow, and that was bad enough! But then you asked her out on a date! I thought that I was your girlfriend,” Nya yelled, almost on the verge of tears.
     “I’m sorry, Nya! You know that you are my girlfriend, but I need someone that is an actual person, and not a Kyuubi form that dies when I die,” Naruto said, trying to calm her down.
     “Damn, Naruto, why can’t you only be mine,” Nya said as she sobbed uncontrollably almost falling.
     Naruto quickly caught then hugged her, silently speaking to Nya.”Nya, I think that you know the answer to that question. I will be yours, but I have to have someone real, and I believe that Anko is that person.”
     “I’m sorry Naruto,” Nya said as she crushed her lips against Naruto’s.
     Naruto and Nya’s tongues and fought each other’s for access into the other’s mouth. Nya’s hands drifted over Naruto’s chest and leading over to his back. Naruto’s hands traced over Nya’s sexy curves, groping uncontrollably at her breasts, and finally rested on Nya’s firm, tight ass. Naruto’s hardening shaft quickly pressed into Nya’s flat stomach as she pulled out of Naruto’s mouth, and stared into Naruto’s deep blue orbs.
     “I want your body badly, Nya,” Naruto huskily grunted as he softly threw her down onto the bed, and began ravaged her body with his mouth.
      Naruto kissed down her neck, and slowly, but effectively, licked and nibbled on Nya’s body. When Naruto’s affectionate mouth reached  Nya’s collar bone, he lightly nibbled on the sensitive structure, and Nya screamed in ecstasy. Naruto grinned, looking up at Nya’s head; thrown back, eyes closed, letting out silent moans through an open mouth.
     As he continued down her body, Naruto’s wandering mouth quickly Found the top of Nya’s elegant kimono. Softly clutching it in his mouth, he swiftly pulled down, releasing Nya’s beautiful, pert tits. Naruto skilled tongue quickly darted on the soft creamy skin, smartly avoiding her breasts. Nya groaned in annoyance as she placed her hands on Naruto’s head, and slowly moving it to her hard nipples. Naruto slowly began licking over Nya’s erect nipples, extracting lustful moans. He smiled as he softly bit down on her nipple, pulling it with his teeth. Nya screamed in pleasure, as she began scratching Naruto’s back with her nails. As Naruto drew the stretched nipple into his mouth, his hand slowly drifted down Nya’s toned body, until it reached her panty-clad pussy, which was soaking wet. He quickly pulled the crotch of her panties down, then slowly started massaging her slit as Nya moaned in pleasure. Naruto slowly withdrew the wet nipple and put the other in mouth, repeating the treatment on the other sensitive nub. His thumb quickly found Nya’s stiffened clit and began rubbing, as Naruto fingers quickened their pace on her slit. As Nya moaned in ecstasy, Naruto finished her off as he pumped his pointer finger and middle finger into her sopping wet pussy.
     With a shudder, Nya opened her mouth in a silent scream, and her back arched, and after a moment of total stiffness, Nya dropped and passed out from total exhaustion. That’s when Naruto heard the familiar sound of a crying girl. He spun his head quickly in the direction of his window, and when he saw a flash of movement, he bolted off the bed, and out the door.
    Naruto agilely sprinted through the crowd, searching for the crying woman. Then he locked onto the kunoichi, and a very familiar one at that. Naruto then started to run at a slant, and quickly lunged, enveloping the woman in his arms, and escaping the crowd.
     Naruto cradled the weeping girl in his arms as he looked down and softly asked,”Who are you?”
    The girl looked up, her short, black hair covering her face. Naruto could see the running mascara, creating dull black lines streaming down her cheeks, obviously from crying. Naruto softly brushed the hair away from her face, and was shocked with the girl.
     “Shizune nee-chan?! Why are you crying?!”
     She snuffled as she looked up at Naruto and shakily answered,”I’m just really sad! I mean, I wait for three years, to finally go to confess my feelings for you and, and…”
    “Nee-Chan…its not what you think…” Naruto tried to explain to the weeping woman.
   “Bullshit, Naruto!! What do you mean it’s not what I think?” Shizune sobbed, pushing away from the sturdy male.”I saw you pleasuring a woman! I just hoped and prayed that you would still not have someone to love, and I could be there for you!!”
    “Shizune, please stop crying,” Naruto silently pleaded, almost crying himself.”I can still love, and I can still love you…”
    Shizune burst out of Naruto’s arms, stood, and without even facing him said,”No, Naruto. Don’t do that. If you are with another woman, don’t risk it. But remember, if you are in need of someone else ever again, I will always be there.”
    With that said, Shizune slowly sprint off, leaving Naruto on the side of the road. He held his head, trying to comprehend what had happened. So, now he knew that both Anko and Shizune seemed to like him ALOT. But then there was Nya, and she seemed to not want him to date. Damn, Naruto thought, I am screwed.
    Naruto quickly returned home to find Nya gone, in the scroll he had made. He made a small bowl of homemade ramen, and slowly ate, thinking about what to do with all of these beautiful women. When he had finished the ramen, he changed into his orange sleeping clothes, before lying in bed for around an hour, thinking, before slowly drifting into a deep and dreamless sleep.
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     Naruto awoke to the feeling of total shit. He tried to eat, but fucked up relentlessly, his mind preoccupied with other things. He felt horrible after his incident with Shizune, and he wanted her to know that he had feeling for her, but then there was Anko. She obviously had…intimate affections towards Naruto, and he had already asked her out.
     “Damn,” Naruto grunted as he splashed water all over the front of his shirt, the culprit being his clumsiness.”And this shirt was my only clean one.”
     Naruto quickly removed his shirt, revealing his rugged abdomen to the cool air. He angrily took his shirt, and roughly threw his shirt in the dryer. Considering the fact that he had no other shirt, Naruto had about half an hour to try and think of a solution. After fifteen minutes of thinking about his steadily horribly increasing life, he heard a soft knock on his front door. He slowly stood onto legs that felt like jelly, and painfully walked to the door. He opened the door to a blushing Shizune.
     Naruto quickly lunged forward, trapping Shizune in his embrace before she could even speak. She quickly recovered from her daze, then wrapped her arms around Naruto’s toned chest. Her head nuzzled into Naruto’s shoulder as he let go, and stared into her wonderful grey eyes.
    “I am so sorry, Nee-chan. I never really understood it, but i always felt weird around you,”Naruto huskily said, breathing on Shizune’s quivering  neck as he lifted her and closed his door.”But now I know that you feel the same way.”
    Shizune began to pant as Naruto started to breath on her neck, then suddenly screamed out,”Naruto, I love you!!! Oh, God, keep making me feel SOOOO good!!!”
   Naruto smirked as he began to lick the sensitive spots on her neck, tracing a way over to Shizune’s collar bone. Once his destination was reached, he began to slightly nibble the fragile bone, sending Shizune’s body shivering and spasming in Naruto’s arms. He grinned as he softly laid Shizune’s body down, and began to further lick his way down her tight body. Naruto’s traveling mouth quickly found the top of Shizune’s elegant red kimono. He then stopped his licking and nibbling altogether and came up to lay beside Shizune, 
holding her close to his chest.
     “Damn,” Naruto said after a moment of romantic silence.”It looks as though I have one of the sexiest kunoichi in my arms, practically sleeping with me.”
    Shizune sighed and replied,”Even though it has been absolute ecstasy, that’s not what I came here for.”
   Naruto laid on his back, arms out, as Shizune snuggled into his chest.
“Really?” He asked,”What did you actually come here for?”
  “Well,” She began, unsure,”Word on the streets is that you have a little fling going on with Anko…”
   Naruto sadly looked over at Shizune then grinned, saying,”Not any more,” And drew Shizune in for a erotic kiss.
   Shizune moaned into Naruto’s mouth as his almost expert hand swiftly groped her light body, squeezing her breasts, and pulling her nipples. Naruto’s other hand traced a path down Shizune’s back, and after reaching her ass, he squeezed, and ran his hand along the ridge of her succulent cheeks.”But don’t you want to be with Anko?” Shizune asked after breaking apart the kiss.
    “Screw Anko,” Naruto said huskily, as he tried to get Shizune’s breasts out of the red kimono’s top.
    She pushed him back, and moaned softly, saying,”I’m sorry Naruto. But I have some work to do for Tsunade-sama. I will be back, though, and tonight I’m coming over.”
   “Damn, nee-chan,” Naruto groaned.”I was looking forward to your body.”
   Shizune blushed as she rearranged her kimono, and then her hair. When she finished, she came down and kissed Naruto one more time before whispering in a cute voice,”I’ll see you tonight!”
   ‘Damn,’ Naruto thought,’I’ve got to be the luckiest man alive!’
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    A number of hours later…
   
   Naruto nervously took a deep breath before stepping up onto the worn porch of Anko’s house. He knocked on the door, and a second later, a very sexy Anko opened the door.
    “Hey, Naruto,” Anko giggled as she clumsily fell into his arms.
   “Hey, Anko. Are you drunk?” Naruto asked, trying to keep her up.
   “Only for you, babe,” she slurred, pulling Naruto in for a kiss.
    Naruto kissed her back as Anko hungrily and erratically kissed Naruto. When they pushed back for air, Naruto slowly said,”Well, Anko, about this whole relationship…I’m afraid to say that we can really do that…”
    “What?” Anko said confusedly, her sudden drunkenness disappearing.
    “Well, I’ve kinda fallen for Shizune, and she’s fallen for me…” Naruto nervously replied, and Anko gasped and fell to her knees.
    “Anko…” Naruto said reaching for her, and her head snapped up, glaring at him.
   “Get the hell away from me!!” She screamed before running into her home, and slamming the door closed in Naruto’s face.
   Naruto held his head as he warily made his way home, after stopping to get some warm ramen, of course.
   Right when he arrived home, he was concerned. There was a small group of people that he knew. Kakashi stood holding his head, while Jaraiya had his face covered with his hands. Several known kunoichi stood with teary eyes, and Naruto panicked, running into the small crowd, loudly saying,”Shizune?! Where are you?!?”
    In the center of the crowd Naruto saw a weeping Shizune on her knees, resting in front of a limp familiar female body.”My god, Shizune…what happened?” Naruto asked in astonishment.
     “Tsunade-sama, she’s…she’s been assassinated!!!”
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    Well, my peeps…hope that you liked the chapter, and sorry for the long-as-hell wait! You probably figured out by now that I won’t really be sticking to the story line(besides the whole war against Akatsuki and the undead shinobi). Next chapter…
     1)the Hokage tournament begins!
    2)Naruto & Shizune’s relationship     gets serious!
   3)Akatsuki shows signs of war!
     Until then,
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Helping out a Lonely Horny Mom

Helping out a Lonely Horny Mom
Brittany lay in bed thinking…..
…..I woke up having that same dream. I was hot and excited. It always did that to me. I felt wonderful as I squirmed a little.
…..My husband had stopped having sex with me. He had a girlfriend on the side now. He doesn’t know I found out and apparently she is taking care of his sexual needs. He claims to be tired and nothing I’ve tried seem to make a difference. I’m horny all the time now but, I found a way to get some relief. I call it my “Buddy“. A just right ’martial aid’. Buddy is a 7“ perfect cock. It looks and feels real. I can put Buddy in my pussy at bedtime. With my panties on, nothing shows outside. Now I can think about any man in the world having his cock in me as I drift off to sleep. That’s when I started having this same dream, over and over.
….The dream starts out by me stroking a nice cock. I couldn’t see the mans face, but the nice warm cock was exciting me as I stroked it. The dream started reoccurring almost every night. The nice cock, staring me in the face as I found my self wanting to suck on it in my dream. The dream started waking me up in the wee hours of the night. I was so wonderfully hot and excited, I would reach in my panties and start moving Buddy slowly in and out of my now wet pussy.
….. Hubby just snored as I played. I didn’t want to shake the bed, but Buddy was feeling so damn good, I went for a good orgasm. I got daring and pulled Buddy out carefully and up to my mouth. I slowly started sucking on it while I fingered my pussy. This was the most daring thing I had ever done, and I was very excited. I gave Buddy the best blow job and imagined a real man shooting his cum in my mouth.
….. I slowly rubbed my clit with my other hand. I felt a big orgasm building up. I moaned out of control as I orgasmed real big. My pussy trembled as I knew I shook the bed.
…..My heart was pounding as hubby shifted, but stayed asleep.
…. Wow…that was so risky!, but it really sexually excited me. It was my first ’sneaked’ orgasm with hubby lying right beside me!
…..Soon I stroked Buddy slowly, thinking of my hot dream again. I fell asleep and went back to my dream….
…..A face started to appear on the man I was stroking on.
…The face slowly came into focus…
Oh My God…It was my son Will’s best friend, David.
….It shook me up to even imagine stroking David’s cock. My pussy twitched by itself at the thought. Ok, it’s just a ‘thought’ that’s making me so hot, I haven’t done anything wrong, just thinking about it. No one can stop me from thinking about anything I want to.
….My dream continued, only it was David’s cock I was stroking. He was putting fingers in my pussy now. Now it was even more exciting. When the dream would wake me, I would reach under my pillow and get Buddy and stroke it. I would finger my clit…..oh jeez… that got me a orgasm deluxe, every time. This was great…for a while. I began to let myself think about doing the real thing with David. My desire to do this just kept increasing. No way was this ever going to happen, but…..in my dreams.
…..Hubby told me he would be gone for a week on business. My heart began to race. I fantasized myself all naked, stroking David and him fingering my clit for a big orgasm. Total freedom to play.
….I counted the hours until hubby left and I could use Buddy as David in my pussy.
…..The night came…and hubby left.
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David was a good looking young man. Great build and handsome face. He was always so friendly and respectful. He Stayed with us a lot because his home life was a mess.
….David had slowly started getting more and more friendly with me. He would put his arm around me and called me ‘mom’. He was a damn handsome teen and I let myself respond to his touching. I started hugging him and soon I felt his boner on my leg each time. I was liking this and when we were alone I gently pushed my pussy into his boners. It felt so damn good, I found myself waiting for a time when we would be alone. He was always spending the night here and our ‘hugging’ increased. Soon I just ‘let’ his hand wander around my body. One day he took my hand and placed it on his boner. I let my hand stay on it and began to feel it.
David’s thoughts…
…. Will’s mom Brittany and my ages weren’t that far apart. We were getting very intimate with each other. She was a good looking woman. I had never messed with her, but of course, I had thought about it many times. Over time she told me about her ‘no sex’ life. Soon we talked about masturbation and how her ’buddy’ would bring relief at least. She told me about her sex dreams and that the guy in her dream was….me.
….. She was having sex dreams about me?
…..She started asking a lot of questions about my personal sex life.
…..I think I told her to much.
…..When I described fucking my girlfriend, she would start getting excited. It wasn’t long and I could tell she was coming on to me. I think I made the mistake of telling her how my girlfriend and I started out by mutual masturbation. She perked up and wanted all the details about ‘mutual masturbation‘ I explained I would finger my girlfriend to orgasm while she jacked me off . I watched her breathing increase and she smiled at me with a look of keen interest.
…One night she came in the spare bedroom where I always slept. Will and his dad were asleep. She sat on the edge of the bed, all sexy looking. She leaned over and whispered in my ear. She told me about her husband going away for week, and told me how her and ’Buddy’ had a hot date. She had on a nightgown that showed her hot body. Her nipples stuck out very firm and one of her tits rested right on my arm.
….. She very carefully suggested that a ’mutual masturbation’… ‘thing’ for say…. ‘us’… might be fun. I caught her drift and got interested. She suggested a ’lights out’ visit to the spare bedroom might be real exciting and just…’maybe’ we could try it just ’once’, just to see if it was good for both of us.
….I thought, why the fuck not.
….. I leaned over and whispered in her ear: (….”what night and what time?”) She shivered like she just peed her panties. Out of breath and trembling she said: (“…a…oh my…I’ll…a…dad leaves tomorrow night….say…a…a..10pm be ok? Will is going camping this weekend.”) I smiled and nodded yes. (“ Oh, thank you!…are you sure you’ll be ok with this?”) I looked deep in her beautiful blue eyes and said: (“….We’re going to have some fun, I can’t wait.”) I watched her beautiful tits move up and down as she gasp for breath. She stood up, checked the hall, making sure dad was still asleep, held my face and quick kissed me. She looked in my eyes and said: (“Your beautiful, David.”). She glanced down at my tenting hardon, smiled and tip toed out of the room.
….The waiting was torture, I lay under a sheet in the double bed. Lights were out, but my night light let me see my huge tent, my cock was causing. The thought of masturbating with Will’s mom was a very ‘right on the edge’ taboo thing. It was making me super horny.
….Having her jack me off while I fingered her was just almost to much. My dick was rock hard waiting. Finally I hear my door slowly open. I see her come in and close the door. I could see right thru her night gown. She had a great body and those nice tits. I could see her dark patch over her pussy. She carefully slipped in bed beside me. She whispered. (“I’m so nervous, I’ve never done anything like this before David.”)
….I rolled towards her and said to relax. I started rubbing her legs a she panted for breath. I flipped off the sheet and placed her hand on my bare hard cock and had her hold it. She slowly stroked it. I ran my hand up her night gown and rubbed around her full bushed pussy. She parted her legs for me. I let my fingers play and then slowly down her slit rubbing past her clit.
…..She jumped and gave out a little moan. Her other hand rubbed my arm as she rolled towards me. She whispered: (…oh damn David…let’s pretend we’re lovers while we play.”) She scooted closer to me and her hand felt my face. She lifted one knee as I began to put fingers in her wet pussy. She pulled me tight to her. She rubbed my cock on her clit as I ran 3 fingers in her wet pussy. Next thing I know she’s gently kissing my face. I returned the kisses and our lips soon found our tongues.
….. She paused out of breath…. (..”oh god this is so beautiful David, I love the way you touch me. I’ve thought about this for a long time. No one will ever know what we do in here, so do anything that you want.”) She was rubbing the head of my cock on my fingers that were going in and out of her.
…..I withdrew my fingers and she put the head of my cock in the entrance of her pussy. We both scooted and in it went. (…”oh yes David, yes…”) she said as she we went deeper in her pussy. I rolled on top of her and opened her night gown. I felt her warm tits as she quietly moaned.
….She must have planned this all along, so a mutual masturbation was a now a hot fuck. She was hyper with her squirming and feeling my body. She kept pushing her pussy up, to get me in as deep as my cock would go…..she mumbled quietly…’I’m all yours ….’I’m all yours…over and over again. She sure knew how to fuck, and made her pussy twitch on my cock. She smiled and trembled as we fucked faster. She quick wrapped her legs around me and fucked like it was the last fuck she’d ever get.
…..This woman knew how to really get with fucking. Her mind and body worked as one to drive my cock wild with pleasure. Her hands were strong as she pulled on me and she kept whispering…“…your beautiful….oh yes David…oh cum with me ….it’s cuming…baby…ohhhhhh…Ohhhh..Ohhhhh.”
I could take no more and cum came shooting out of my cock as deep as we could get it. She shook and made sounds of joy like I had never heard before. My cock pumped her full of cum. Her pussy was like a machine gun on my cock…then she locked me up and moaned and shook. Her pussy milked my cock and squeezed it hard. She kept shaking for a long time and kissing me with her little moans in my ear…..
…..Brittany was far ahead of any woman I had ever been with. I went home Sunday afternoon after a whole weekend of wonderful hot sex with Brittany. She looked so content laying in that bed naked when I left…..
…..I was setting myself up to get a lot more pussy from Brittany. I stopped by Monday afternoon with my buddy Tony, to set up another time to have a ’spare room’ session with Brittany. We went in the house and Brittany had on her robe. I introduced her to Tony. She gave Tony a big hug and just held him. She began to whisper in his ear something. Soon her hands were all over him.
…..I watched Tony smile and get a hardon. She took him over to the couch and I heard part of what she said: “Tony, I have this spare bedroom and why don’t we go up there and …well…you know…just ….did you know my husband has a girlfriend and I get no sex at all! Maybe we could just…kind of….relax and you could….you know…I have these sex dreams and the guy in the dream looks just like you Tony…I’m so horny…could you…a…kind of… help me out a little?…..
….I watched them go arm and arm up the stairs, go in the spare bedroom and close the door.
….. I waited. In 30 minutes they come down the stairs. Tony’s eyes were are all glazed over as Brittany smiled. (he told me later she fucked him like a wild woman.)
…She had her arm around Tony and came over and put her arm around me. She said: “You sweet guys are so nice to help out a‘lonely horny mom‘…..
…..she whispered: (…I’ll see you later on tonight David, OK?”)

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Camera Pt. 1

Kate took the photos from John, flicking through them in cold horror as it struck her these were taken by her own son. She glanced over the photographic record of her drunken night last night, when she bought home the random guy from the bar to satisfy her urges. Ones with his hands all over her chest, ones with her kneeling in front of him with his hands on the back of her head as she gave him oral, and ones of her on all fours being shafted like an animal.
“What the bloody hell are these?” She demanded. John was smiling as he answered;
“When you brought that bloke back last night you were so smashed you didn’t know what was going on.” He paused, “You even tried it on with me.” Suddenly Kate had murky flashbacks of her stumbling into the house she shared only with her son while being held up by this mystery man. Remembering seeing her son on that night she shook her head as she realised how she’d said hello to him by walking straight up to him and kissing him on the lips before pulling away and grinning. After that she lead the stranger upstairs to her room, on the way up he lifted the short but loose red skirt she wore and placed a full open palm on her ass cheek giving it a good squeeze. John had stood in mild shock for a few moments before following them upstairs. He was just in time to see them disappear into his mom’s room and to hear her giggling like a child. He stood with ears by the door listening to the airy silence of the hallway being broken every so often by an excited yelp from his mother, full of energy.
A gust of wind blew through the house which pushed the old door to Kate’s bedroom off of its loose latch. John stepped back in alarm, worried he would be seen as he listened in. Tuning his ears back into the giggling of his excited mother he found it was now replaced by slow breathing with less occasional bursts of delight. Taking a deep breath to find some bravery within himself, he took a step forward and peered through the gap in the door. John’s eyes widened, unable to blink. He watched his mother straddling this man, his shirt already off. She smiled as she licked her red lipstick covered lips. The man started moving his hands over her thighs, riding up her dress pushing it toward her waist. Kate dragged her nails across his bare chest as she felt the warm air of the room stroke the tops of her legs. John felt himself becoming more and more interested the further Kate’s dress rode up her body. Finally he caught a glimpse of her black lace panties and the subtle grinding motion she was performing against the bulge in the jeans of the man.
John looked at the floor for a moment while a thought crept into his mind. Rubbing his sweaty hands on his t-shirt, he stepped carefully down the hallway to his own room and hastily rummaged under his bed. He searched frantically, imagining what he might be missing in the other room. He stretched his arm as far as it could go and finally his fingers brushed a piece of smooth and heavy plastic. John felt a round barrel protruding from the object and knew it was what he as looking for. After pulling it out he looked over the expensive digital camera he’d kept unused in his room for over a year. The thin wall between his and his mother’s room allowed him to hear the giggles. A little more rummaging in his draws and he found four double-A batteries to put in the camera and he was ready to go.
Carefully creeping back to his mother’s room, John adjusted one or two of the settings on the camera so that the meagre light of the lamp would be enough to illuminate the affair. As he peered back around the doorframe he spotted his mom’s red dress and top on the floor, crumpled as though they had been tossed off without care. Following the line of clothes he saw his mother still straddling the man now only wearing her lacy black underwear. Even though she faced away from him he studied her firm and voluptuous breasts, close to spilling out of the bra. He could tell even though he could only see them from the rear. The man had no jeans on either now, and was boldly sporting a huge erection, tent-poling in his underwear. Kate was grinding against the shaft through the material of his boxers as he reached and put his hands over her slender torso, helping control the rhythm of her movements. She brushed her hands over her neck and cheeks and ran her fingers through her dark brown silk hair which she lift above her head, whimpering and breathing heavily.
John swallowed a nervous lump in his throat and decided now was the time to take advantage. He raised the camera and looked through the viewfinder. He remembered thinking how this looked like an actual porno the way it was framed through the camera’s view. The camera clicked as the first photo was stored. He got the outline against the single light of the lamp of his mother’s body and breasts, arching her back a little as her excitement grew. The lampshade gave the image a nice warm glow. It could almost be romantic if John didn’t know he was photographing his mother in a drunken mess acting like a whore.
John clicked again, this time she was in the middle of unclasping her bar, the man’s hands still exploring her curvy sides. Looking again at them with his own eyes he watch as the bra was unhooked from the back and it fell off her shoulders. The man cupped her breasts firmly, massaging them with his hands. John quickly switched back to the camera. He clicked again trying to find the curves and soft lines of her bare back in the amber glow of the lamp. He took another picture noticing his mother’s hand now fondling with the man’s dick. He could not see what was going on between her thighs as she straddled him but could see on the man’s face that she was pleasuring him. By now John didn’t bother looking outside of the viewfinder, he was getting the whole story recorded of his mother’s sultriness through static images. After more pictures of rubbing and grinding she was suddenly off the bed, and in the next photo the man sat on the edge of the mattress facing her. Another photo and his boxers were off. Kate was kneeling in front of him with his now hard penis in her hand. A few images with nothing happening, maybe she was talking to him, John had stopped listening. All he saw were the still images of her looking up at him smiling showing white teeth and full red lips. The next image showed her with the head of his cock in her mouth, then engulfing the whole thing, buried in her mouth balls deep. Another of her tongue outstretched tasting his shaft, then the next few at different lengths of his dick in her mouth again. In a few pictures John noticed his mother’s cheeks closing in on themselves where she was sucking on the penis.
The drunk pair jumped from one photo to the next, from the guy getting head to her lying on the bed and him being in the middle of pulling down her underwear. They must have been really horny because within another few clicks of the camera Kate was on her front with her ass in the air and breasts pushed against the mattress, and next saw her with legs pushed apart by the guy who was positioning behind her. The moment he pushed the capture button again he heard a yelp of excitement from his mother. He raised his eyes from the viewfinder to watch the man give the first hard thrust. He was briefly reminded that he really was spying on his voluptuous mother, not just a series of image he could distance himself from. He was again aware of the sounds of the moment, mainly her heavy erotic breaths and the dry slaps of the man’s hips against her ass. He assessed the situation again before returning to the viewfinder.
Kate gave long moans as she took each thrust, now on all fours. John remained snap happy, so many photo clicks happening. It was hard to appreciate the aggression and energy in the room simply through the still images, except for the expressions on their faces. Sweat was making Kate’s eye liner run, and her mouth was constantly open taking in the hot air. Each time she inhaled it was almost like a squeal. He noticed the man for the first time gave a few grunts. John knew he didn’t have much time. One photo showed the man with his hands just above her ass around her waist, along with a loud slap where he had done it so aggressively. John realised what was happening when the next few photos all appeared the same, the guy buried balls deep in his mom’s pussy, all the noises of slaps and breathing now silent. John raised his head to look with his own eyes again.
“No, not yet!” Kate pleaded. The man gave a long slow grunt while pulling her hips hard towards him. John got one more photo in, close up on his mother’s angry and frustrated face. He urgently tip toed back to his room and shut the door, immediately firing up his computer. He was just plugging in the digital camera with a cable when he heard his mother in the next room;
“Urgh! Couldn’t you last any longer?”
“Shut up you dog.” Came an angry reply.
“Just leave.” Demanded Kate. John heard two heavy steps then an ungodly smack, like hitting meat with something flat. His mother screamed. He then heard the same heavy steps going down the house’s creaky steps, and finally the door open and close. John had always had a mild contempt for women, even his own mother, so wasn’t too concerned that she may have just been hit by some asshole. In fact all the while he had been listening he had been making a file to store his new pictures on his hard drive. He dragged and dropped all of them, 58 in total.
He then heard a low sobbing through the wall from his mother’s room. He questioned what he had done, exploiting the situation, and letting his mom get taken advantage of in her state. ‘Fuck it’ he thought. He was too busy opening the first photo and clicking to the next one in quick succession, proud of his new pornographic flip-book.
John awoke to find himself already sweating. He pulled himself out of bed and looked out the window into the back garden. It was so bright he had to squint, the sun bouncing off the whitening grass into his gaze. He could hear the noise of a lawnmower maybe a few houses away, and kids playing on the street at the front of the house, this being the summer break from school. John stretched and scratched his arms, noticing his camera plugged into his computer and only then remembering what he’d done last night. He turned on the computer again and went through several directories to the very well hidden folder he’d made. He had a very quick glance over them but they didn’t make him very aroused, or at least not as excited as he’d been last night. He threw on a t-shirt and some boxers and made his way downstairs, still rubbing his face trying to wake up.
Meanwhile Kate was downstairs in the kitchen scrubbing out the sink. She had been going over what had happened last night, her thigh red from the parting slap her one night stand had given her for questioning his manhood. She was trying to take her mind off of it by cleaning, take her mind off the soreness and the memory. Ashamedly she knew that John must have heard most of what had happened, and although she could not remember arriving home she prayed that he didn’t see how drunk she was, or the pig of a man who she took into her bed. She expected breakfast to be awkward but hopefully forgotten about. Kate had always put John in his place, asserting the authority she had as a parent. Things like telling him to tidy his room, do the dishes and what time he should go to bed. Once he came home later than he said he would so she made him clean the whole house. John resented her for stunts like that. John was growing older now though.
Her shame wasn’t helped by her throbbing headache from whatever she had drunk last night. She was just loading her dirty sheets into the washing machine when she heard John coming down the stairs. Kate took a deep breath knowing she was about to face her son, probably with the knowledge of what she had done.
“Morning.” John stated as he entered. Kate avoided eye contact, pretending to be more busy with the washing than she really was. John reached above the fridge for a box of cereal, and took milk from inside before sitting down at the breakfast bar facing his mother who had her back to him. He surveyed the dressing gown which hung loosely down her back and captured her shapely round ass beautifully.
“How was your night?” He enquired. Kate took a few moments before answering;
“Alright I suppose.” John took a couple of spoonfuls of cereal during the silence, the occasional crunch of corn flakes the only noise to break the atmosphere.
“What time did you get in?” John toyed with his mother. She stopped handling the washing and looked down to the bottom of the garden for what they both felt was a long time, although John had a slightest smirk throughout.
“Look John,” she began, still avoiding eye contact, “I did something really silly last night…”
“What Mom?” He interrupted. She took another long breath.
“I’m sure you heard something last night.”
“No, nothing. What happened?” His smugness ws a sign of his enjoyment of this new found power.
“I didn’t wake you up when I got home?” she said trying to give little away.
“No, I was out of it.” He quickly replied. Kate finally turned around to face her son. She sat opposite him while tightening her gown for fear of it falling open.
“Well, I think I was a bit loud when I came in, so thought I might have woken you up”
“Do you remember coming in?” John asked, still smiling.
“No, actually.” Kate confessed.
John finished up his breakfast and placed his bowl on the side counter. Kate, now feeling more confident she managed to hide her one night stand from her son, insisted,
“Wash that up please John.” John sighed and paused for a moment before approaching the sink to clean to bowl. As he was doing it Kate suddenly felt a feeling of normality again.
“I want to you tidy your room as well today,” she continued, “and if you wash my car you won’t have to cook dinner tonight.” John was again resentful of the demands made by his mother. He went back up to his room, leaving her with a mild sense of relief and victory.
As John entered his room he gave it a quick look over. To be fair it was a total mess, but he wasn’t planning on tidying it any time soon. He sat on his computer, looking over the pornographic message board he frequented for any new videos he might want to leech. There wasn’t much new. He searched for archives of his favourite porn stars. He liked older, busty women. It was just his thing. Finally after half an hour or so he opened the folder of photos he took last night. He wasn’t so interested in the explicitness of the photos at this moment, but more the looks on his mother’s face as she was servicing this guy. He loved the ones of her looking frustrated, and ones of her sucking cock while he held her head tight. It was a turn on the see her demeaned in such a way when usually he only sees her as an authority figure putting demands on him. He decided this submissive side may be something to find out more about. He renamed the folder ‘Some bitch’.
Soon Kate knocked on his door and entered. John barely closed the folder in time. He turned to her without getting up.
“What?” he asked angrily. Kate demanded to know why he hadn’t started cleaning his room yet.
“I’ll do it later.” He grunted. Kate informed him that if it wasn’t done within the next hour he’d be grounded. She left without giving him chance to reply.
John, now with ideas swimming around his head like shadows in water, opened up the ‘Some bitch’ folder once again and began selecting the more choice photos from the 58. He printed off about 6 or 7, generally the more humiliating ones like the guy’s hands on her body and her make up running down her face. As soon as they were done he went downstairs to find her.
John entered the kitchen, walking tall trying to make himself imposing.
“Mom…” he began, “about last night, I did see you come in with that guy.” Kate’s mouth parted a little with shock, directing her eyes to the floor.
“All I want today is you to be nice to me, like I don’t want to tidy my room and I don’t want to wash the car.” Kate went through her own thoughts for a moment and then decided to take a stand;
“Look, just because you saw me make that mistake doesn’t mean you don’t have chores and responsibilities.” She stated sternly.
“I heard you have sex!” John retorted.
“That doesn’t matter!” Kate argued.
“I’m not cleaning my room or doing any of that shit!” John became more frustrated.
“Don’t you dare swear at me young man! You’re doing your chores!”
“Fine, look at these then!” John pulled out the printed photos from the rim of his trousers and handed them to his mother.
Kate took the photos from John, flicking through them in cold horror as it struck her these were taken by her own son. She glanced over the photographic record of her drunken night.
“What the bloody hell are these?” She demanded. John explained exactly what had happened in great detail. After this he continued;
“All I want you to do is be nice to me, because you know, I have these. So I’m not doing chores.” Kate began ripping up the photos, at which point John told her he had them all on his computer, an on a disc hidden somewhere in case she took the computer away. Kate sat thinking for a while, her head in her hands in frustration and still nursing her hangover.
“Fine, don’t do any chores today. We’ll talk about this later.” John simply grinned and ran back upstairs. He could not believe how easy that was, to gain power over his mother so quickly. He felt so proud of himself, negotiating his day off like this, and having some small power over his mother.
John decided it being such a nice day he would take in the sun in the garden. He walked through the kitchen on the way to the garden but Kate decided not to acknowledge him. John sat out in the garden on the lounger just in his boxers. He must have been out there for about half an hour and decided he was getting thirsty. He called out for him mom, who walked down the garden to greet him. Kate had now changed into jeans and a pink t-shirt which complimented her curves and bust very well.
“Yes?” She asked.
“Can you get me a drink?” He asked.
“Get it yourself!” She said in a matter-of-fact way.
“Go on.”
“No!” Kate stated.
“Mom,” John said in a way to grab her attention, “I still have all those photos of you last night. I have hundreds.” Kate listened intently, “I think you’ve been really mean to me the past year since Dad left, so now I think you should do a few things for me.”
“Or what?” Kate didn’t have to ask, she knew what.
“I’ll send those photos out to everyone you know. Your office, your friends, even humiliate you to Dad. Show him what a whore you are now.” John explained in the heat of the sun.
“John,” Kate said, “Think about what you’re saying. You’re blackmailing your own Mom.”
“I know. I just want you to listen to me from now on, and this is the way I can do it.” Kate put her head in her hands and sniffed as she began to cry.
“It’s ok,” John continued, “So long as you do what I say no one you know will ever see those pictures. No one will ever know what a filthy whore you are” Kate thought for a while before replying with a very simple, “ok.”
John was over the moon, he had potentially gotten out of chores and having to do anything ever again. His first request was that his mother go inside and get him a drink. Taking to her new role of maid straight away, she asked what he’d like and went straight inside to make it. John stretched out enjoying the heat and his new found power. Kate quickly returned with a glass of orange juice, placing it down beside him on the grass.
“Would you like anything else?” she asked, still teary eyed. John thought for a moment before coming up with an idea. He told his mother she would be the one to tidy his room. He told her to go and do it at that instant. Kate could do nothing to stop this yet, she could not think of anything while he was making demands like this. Tears fell from her eyes even more as she walked away She felt so used as she entered the complete mess of a room, dirty clothes and pieces of paper strewn all over the place. Still, she gritted her teeth and got on with it.
John laid out in the garden for another hour, gong over possible plans in his head, before heading inside to see how his mother was getting on. As he walked up the stairs he heard his mother scrubbing the carpet. Upon entering he witnessed her on her knees bending over treating the carpet. He took a good look at that ass in the tight jeans before letting her know he was there. He gave a hearty cough, to which Kate jumped up to her feet. John surveyed the room, it was spotless, the cleanest it had been for months. He then surveyed his mother. Her pink top was slightly dirty with black marks, and there were lone hairs falling against sweat on her forehead and sticking there. John felt a little arousal in this control he had.
“Very nice.” John remarked.
“I need to get in the shower.” Kate motioned towards the door. John would not let her pass.
“Didn’t you say the car needed washing, Mom? You might as well go and do that too.” John commented. Kate looked at him quizzically for a moment, before very submissively heading for the garage. John grabbed his camera from under the bed, his mind ticking over with plans and ambitions he had for his mother. He waited a few minutes then went to find her in the garage.
He poked his head into the garage which lead from a door straight off the hall. Kate had a bucket of water by her feet which she leant down to soak a sponge in every so often. She was at the side of the car, a small hatchback, at the moment concentrating on the doors and windows. John waited for her to bend to the side to soak the sponge again before unleashing the click and flash of a picture being taken, trying to get a line of curvature going up her leg, across her ass, and up the curve in her back. The flash startled Kate. She threw her attention to the door where John stood.
“What’s this?” She demanded.
“I’m just taking a couple of photos.” John stated
“I think you have enough photos of me. Stop it or I won’t carry on with this”
“C’mon, these are nothing compared to what I took last night. Look you’ve got all your clothes on and all you’re doing is washing the car.” Kate looked up at the ceiling, almost in search of help.
“Why do you want more photos then?” Kate asked.
“It’s just a hobby.” John Coaxed.
Kate continued scrubbing the paintwork while John came closer with the click click and flash of the camera going off every few seconds. He aimed mainly at her shoulders and back, then from the side, getting her face in profile trying to show off her cheek bones. Taking, a few steps back he went for a wider shot, including her bust and midriff. He followed her, circling her as she made her way around the car. Kate tried not to look at the camera. He began getting more adventurous with the viewfinder, ignoring her face and taking pictures from the shoulders down to the legs, getting the curves of her breasts and slender stomach and full ass.
“Less of those sorts of photos, young man” She said.
“These are nothing mom. No one would be interested in you washing the car even if I did send them to people you know.” John continued snapping away until the car was done. He instructed his Mom to turn around and face the camera.
“Let me see that pretty face of yours.” He told her. Kate turned around still holding the sponge, both arms straight down in front of her. She was even more covered in dirt now. Noticing the sponge was still wet John decided to be more bold.
“Squeeze that sponge over your chest, Mom.”
“No. I’m not doing that.” She argued.
“These pictures are absolutely nothing compared to what I already have,” he pointed out, “and you don’t want people seeing those do you? So come on, squeeze that soapy water over your tits.” Kate reluctantly bought it up to her chest but squeezed it more over her arms and shoulders than her breasts.
“You’re not doing it right!” John objected.
“I am!” explained Kate.
“No, like this…” John said as he proceeded to pick up the entire bucket of water and throw it over his buxom mother. Kate screamed and threw her arms out either side as the cold water hit her. It darkened her top and her nipples pushed up through the cotton. Her hair was drenched and fell over one side of her face. John was busy taking as many photos as he could. The wet top hugged every curve and bump of her upper body. It almost looked like she was wearing body paint. Kate ran past John and up to her room.
John followed right behind her. He pushed her bedroom door open without knocking. There was no lock but he knew he wasn’t allowed in there most days so it wasn’t a problem. Kate had already stripped down to a pair of white cotton panties and bra. She noticed him come in due to the creak of the old door. She tried to cover her body with her hands and arms.
“Get out! I’m not wearing anything!” She yelped. John said nothing but just raised his camera and starting snapping.
“This is great!” he exclaimed. Kate began to cry again, becoming less and less resistant to her son.
“Please go.” She pleaded. John made no response. He kept taking pictures for a good few minutes of his abused mother in her wet underwear with her hair all over the place. John was loving the way her panties held her full ass like a peach, and how in her panic she nearly spilled out of her bra. By the time he was done she simply sat motionless on the edge of the bed, eyes welled up and looking at the walls.
“Right, that’ll do.” He informed, “You get in the shower or whatever now.”
“John?” His mother asked quietly, “Where will this end?” John looked around the room and left without saying another word. John returned to his room and uploaded the new photos to the folder.
John decided to leave his mother be for the rest of the day. He stayed in his room and heard his mother moving around the house, taking a shower and tidying. He met her again downstairs for dinner, which she had his favourite meal without him asking. Dinner was very quiet. Kate only asked him if he liked the food, and what he had done with the photos of that afternoon. John told her he had put them on his hard drive with the ones from last night. After dinner he went straight back up to his room and didn’t see his mom for the rest of the night.
The next morning John awoke to the familiar sounds of his mother pottering about the house. As he went downstairs to grab breakfast he passed he on the stairs. She turned her head as they passed. John reached the kitchen, poured his cereal, and looked down into the garden. Noticing the browning flowers and small trees which surrounded bleached grass under the scorching heat John came up with another idea to try out with his mother. After waiting a few minutes for her to return from her room he mentioned the garden needed tending to, pointing out the dying flowers and wilting trees. With a very patronising hand on her shoulder, John informed her she should get on with it. Kate decided this was much less humiliating that what had happened yesterday, and may even give her time to think about this bazaar situation she had found herself in.
As she turned to leave through the side door John looked her up and down. She wore baggy training bottoms and loose white t-shirt.
“Hang on a second, it’s really hot out. Are you sure you want to wear that?” He questioned. Kate became very suspicious, crossing her arms.
“I’ll be comfortable in these.” She replied. John took a step towards her and ran his hand over the material by her waist.
“No, you’ll be too hot in that.” Suggested John. He put his hand on his chin while staring at Kate’s body to create the facade of what he was about to say coming to him spontaneously, even though he had already thought about it long enough as he was lying in bed last night.
“Remember when we went to the beach a little while back?” He said beginning to unveil his plan, “You wore that red bikini with the white poker dots.” Kate felt a cold sweat come over her as she realised what was really going on.
“I don’t know if I still have it.” She uttered unconvincingly.
“Of course you do,” He retorted, “it’s in your dresser, second drawer down.”
“You’ve been going through my things?” Kate enquired, voice breaking.
“I really think you should wear that. It will save you from the heat” John finished. He stepped away from the door leading to the hallway, motioning her to go through and upstairs to change. Kate looked straight into his eyes, a mild look a horror on her face, sickened by the patronising fact her son was blackmailing her again. After a few moments she walked past him to retrieve the bathing suit.
John waited patiently in the kitchen. He held his camera in front of him, fiddling with the settings to turn it into its outdoor mode. He listened to the floorboards above him creaking and imagined his mother sliding the bottoms up her legs and hugging her ass, and clasping the top delicately confining her ample breasts. Kate soon returned downstairs and presented herself to her son. John’s eyes widened, more taken back than he thought he would be. The bathing suit must have shrunk at some point because it held her boobs tightly against the cloth, the bit of material connecting the cups stretched and looked like it was ready to burst open. Showing her waist and legs from the tops of her thighs down to her ankles, she wore a pair of old white trainers with no socks.
“Wow.” John voiced. Kate screwed her face at him.
“I hope this makes you happy.” She swore. John stood up, camera in hand, and told her it was time to tend the garden.
Kate found some pruning shears and hose from the shed while John lay back on the lounger with a tall glass of juice. Kate re-entered the garden and began by snipping old rose heads off the bush, laying the hose down on the grass.
“Don’t you feel more comfortable in that, Mom?” He asked, poking fun. Kate ignored him. John chuckled to himself while sipping his drink. He swirled the ice around the glass before picking up his camera and taking aim at his mother in her bikini. The first click went off. Kate heard it but didn’t look round. John reviewed the shot on the LCD screen. It showed her in a full body shot, light striking down her smooth back and a good outline of the flowing curves of her ample physique, her round ass playfully contained by the swim suit bottoms.
John decided this was a good photo, and his dick twitched the longer he looked at it. A feeling of success fell over him as he realised he was into the next step of control over her. He stood up and walked towards her while taking another photo, much the same as the first. Kate heard the second click and shut her eyes, stopping tending to the rose bush. John took the next photo close up from behind her, slightly to the side showing off his mom’s ass in the foreground and her arching back. John noticed what perfect skin she had, from her thighs all the way up to her neck, barely a single imperfection, only broken by the occasional beauty spot. John took a few more like this, becoming more interested in her smooth slender back. Kate’s eyes remained tightly shut, head down as she listened to the dozen or so camera clicks, knowing images of her considerably unclad body were being stored for reasons she didn’t know. John noticed she had stopped the gardening.
“They’re not going to tend themselves, Mom.” Kate slowly opened her eyes and lifted her head to look back at the tall bush.
“Get those ones at the back.” Instructed John. Kate had to place one hand on the fence joining the neighbour’s garden so she would fall over, and leant right forward to reach the back rose heads. She could hear another burst of camera clicks.
John now stood to the side of Kate, capturing pictures of her bent over, making her ass pushed out to its fullest, breasts still tightly constrained by the bra. The heat had begun to make her sweat. Her shning hair fell down over her shoulder and the light glistened superbly off her body sweat in streaks, over the small of her back and off the crest of her bottom.
“That’s it, keep pruning.” He told her as she cut the plant. He stepped behind her and pushed her legs apart a little, revealing the strip of red nylon material covering her pussy. Deciding to manipulate it further he pulled the sides of her bikini bottoms up her waist, making the material go up the crack of her ass more like a thong. Kate whimpered. John stepped away and took more photos, lavishing the sight of her two milky ass cheeks and her barely covered pussy. He knelt down for a variety of angles.
John stood, pressing his crotch against Kate’s ass. Kate felt him poking her, rubbing his head against her body through the material of his boxers. Running his hand up her moist back, he fiddled with the clasp of her bra until it popped open. Kate stood up suddenly, shocked to the core. Placing her hands over the cups of the bathing suit to keep herself covered, she turned to face John.
“Please,” she begged, “This has gone to far.” John slipped the shoulder straps so they fell down her arms, only her holding the cups supporting the piece. The swim piece barely covered anything, the full natural shape of her ample chest in plain view for him.
“Let go.” He told her.
“I won’t.” She defiantly said.
“You will!” commanded John, “If you don’t I’m sending everything I have to everyone you know. I promise I’ll do it.”
“Why is this any better?” Kate said trying desperately to hide her nerves.
“Because this is just for me, Mom,” John explained, “If you don’t I’ll make sure every single person you know sees these pictures. I’ll make sure they all know that I took them and you loved it. I’ll say you’re a whore turning tricks, not because you need the money, because you’ve lost all self respect and want to be degraded.” Kate swallowed a lump in her throat.
“And what about you?” She asked
“I’ve already lost respect for you. So drop that bra now you cunt.” He told her.
Looking directly at him, Kate let go of the swim piece. It glided off of her tits and slide down her arms, past her hands, and drifted to the floor. She ran her hands once over each of her forearms before placing her arms down by her sides. John licked his lips at the sight of her perfectly round and plentiful breasts. They had the same glint of the rest of her body, slightly moist under the intense heat. John put his camera down and put two fingers on the sides of each boob and ran them round and under, watching how her nipple moved perfectly. He enjoyed these kinds of tits. Real tits. Not the sort he saw every day on the internet on his porno message board. These were the sort that would mould to your hand them you squeezed them and returned to their firm looking form afterwards, the kind that John wanted to bite into like a ripe nectarine just to savour the taste.
More photos were taken by John, being hypnotised by his busty topless mother standing in front of him. He thought it reasonable to direct her in what to do.
“Put your hands behind you, together.” He said. Kate did so compliantly. The camera shutter clicked.
“Are you hands together?” He asked. Kate tightened her grip, pushing her chest out. She looked top heavy like this. He liked that.
“Yes.” Kate answered neutrally. More clicks came from the camera.
“Now move your hands to your waist.” John carried on. Again, Kate did so, totally submissive. John continued to direct her as they stood there by the large rose bushes. He drew from all the experience a teenage boy would have from looking at pornographic pictures, trying to remember the types of poses that made a woman look sexy. He made her place her hands over her breasts, sensually rub her neck, run fingers up through her hair, and pull one side of the string of her swim suit bottoms down her thigh to tease the camera. John grabbed the hose and rushed to turn on the tap. Handing it to Kate, he told her to play with the end. She ran the hose over her skin, up her leg and stomach until she ran it lightly around the crest of her breasts. A thin stream of water left little beads all over her skin. It was cold, but a welcome relief to the scorching sun.
Kate smiled through none of this, but John enjoyed that. He wanted to know that, as he looked over them later, her expression told the story of her submission. She did not do this willingly, she was under his power, and John wanted he to look as though she did not want to be there. It also gave the photos a certain intensity he liked too, none of the false lustfulness of the stuff he saw on the internet. This was about Kate submitting herself to her son’s mercy.
After John was done taking photos of her standing by the bushes he gave her orders to lay on the lounger. John adjusted it so that it was nearly flat. She lay looking like a peach, washed in spring water. He gave her instructions as before, telling her to where to move her hands on her body, all the while taking pictures. She cupped and tits and played with the water drops, from her shoulders to waist. After a few dozen pictures of this John told her to put a hand down her panties. Kate paused to stare at him, but knew it was now only delaying it. John took her hand and moved it slowly down her body. With his other hand he pulled the top of the bikini down a little, just enough that he could start to see her soft dark public hair. He forced her hand under the rim and stepped back. For a moment Kate just left it their still, looking intently at her son. Click click from the camera.
“Put your other hand on your tits, mom.” John told her. Kate did so, squeezing lightly. More clicks.
“Now run it through your hair. Grab onto your hair and squeeze it like you’re cumming.” Kate moved her hand through her hair but her expression did not change, still dulled and unimpassioned. Click click. John moved around her body, moving her legs further and shorter apart always with the white polka dot material covering her pussy lips, getting every angle of her appearing to masturbate with her hand down her bikini.
“You look wonderful, Mom.” He complimented, “Now, I want you to masturbate properly.”
“But you can’t tell in the pictures.” she pointed out. John smiled and put his camera on the ground.
“This is for me, not the camera.” Kate very slowly began moving her hand around her panties, stroking her pussy with the tips of her fingers. She was very sensitive, moving and coiling her legs as she did so. John watched her fingers bulge and move under the nylon covering her vagina. He stood staring for a few minutes. Kate drew deeper breaths as her eyelids dropped. John saw the movement of her hand getting faster, his cock poling in his boxers. Kate arched her back further, other hand rubbing her tit. John could see the nylon getting a big wet patch as he juices flowed. She pushed two fingers into her pussy. They slid in, warm and slimy, and Kate gave a startled moan of pleasure.
“Finger yourself.” Commanded John. Kate didn’t need to be told. She pushed them in up to the knuckle and withdrew. She did it again and again, slowly then readily speeding up. John watched her fingers push out against her swim wear reach time she withdrew before disappearing into her hole again. Kate trembled and shuddered as she lay there, writhing about on her back, chest pushed out proudly. Lowering his head toward her, John could make out the squelching noises she made shoving her fingers into her sopping pussy.
Kate suddenly stopped. Pushing her hips up with her legs she used both hands to pull her panties down her legs, tossing them on the grass. John now had his mother completely naked, full view of her triangular public hair and oozing pussy lips. Kate rocked her hips as she fucked herself, legs bent at the knee and pushed further apart than before.
“aahhh, aaggghhhh!” Kate sped up rapidly. Suddenly she pulled out and rubbed her clit. She went crazy rubbing in circles, her mouth open and head pushing back. Another couple of fingers into her contracting pussy, then out rubbing her clit. With her other hand she dug deep into her thigh with her nails, and bit her bottom lip hard. Her eyes shut tight as she took the brunt of her orgasm. She rubbed constantly making it as intense as possible. Her hips buckled and her ass was back on the plastic on the chair, legs still moving wildly as the pleasure died.
As she came to her senses she heard the clicks and shutters of John’s camera. She didn’t care, she was euphoric, returning from the clouds. She lay here with her eyes shut, head turned to the side. Closing her legs and bending them to bring them closer, she folded her arms and ran fingers over her skin. John decided the first phase was over.

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Dad doesn’t Know

It was Friday night and had struck out at the pub, thinking I wake up in someone else’s bed the next morning. I lived with my parents and two sister Stacy who’s 23 36d,24,34 (perfect figure) and Susie 15 34,24,34.Susie kind of reminds me of the model Josie Maran (those who don’t know who she is then look her up on the internet, you wont be disappointed, She dated that prick magician David Blaine and featured in Van Helsing) Stacy is regarded as the catch of the town, she could have any man she wanted, which she practically did, my mates would often say “I know what I would do if she was my sister” or “can I come round and fuck your sister” being defensive towards my sister, these words would generally be followed being decked. I have always been protective towards my two sisters, especially Stacy since she brought a dated back when she was 18, she had brought him back and things got nasty as he started to raped her. I was in my room when I heard her screaming, I ran down the stairs to find the arsehole had torn her dress and bra off and was proceeding to rip her knickers off and getting his cock out, when I rugby tackled him to the ground and started beating the crap out of him,( I was only 14 at the time, but I’m into martial arts in a big way) I came to my senses and let him get away, I’ve never seen anyone move so fast as he was running out of the door (more like fall out of the door). Mum, Dad and Susie were at our grandparents house for the week, so Stacy and I had house to ourselves, I had mock exams this week, so couldn’t go and Stacy had work.
I turned towards Stacy to see the shock on her face, I could keep my eyes off her beautiful tit, I mean they were perfect, they weren’t too big and not too small they were just right, her areolas were the size of a ten pence piece and her nipples, when erect you could hang a wet raincoat on them, they were the circumference of a normal pencil and almost a centimetre long. I was hypnotized by the beauty of them, but the whimper of Stacy snapped me out of it . So I knelt in front of her and put my arms round her, she started to scream, but stopped when she realized it was me, after ten minutes of crying on my shoulder, she pulled away and said “Thank you for saving me, don’t tell anyone about this. I don’t think I can bring myself to re-enact this again” she started to get angry “Why do you men always think it is okay to fuck women when you feel like it.” She then hugged me again, but more tightly. With instinct I just said “Shhh not all men are that arsehole and wont tell a sole about what happened tonight.” She moved her face from my shoulder to directly in front of my face and whispered “Thank You. My hero brother” and kissed me fully on the lips and slipped her tongue into my mouth. Being 14 I didn’t know what to do, so I mirrored what she was doing. To my surprise she took my right hand and put it on to her left tit. Until that point I had never seen a bare tits in the flesh, apart from the one’s you see in magazines and sometimes on the beach, but to have one in hand was a whole different ball game. I started to get hard, but the feeling of Stacy still shaking brought me round from this incestuous moment. I stopped what I was doing and said to Stacy “This is probably not the best thing should be doing, especially after your ordeal” which she replied with a loving smile “For someone your age, thinking like that, your already grown up. I proud of you.” She kissed me on the lips again, but this was just a peck this time. She got up and started to walked towards the stairs, when she turned round and said “You know what? Your gonna be a good catch when your get older, your gonna make some girl a terrific husband. It’s a shame I can never have you.” She then ran upstairs and into the bathroom and got in the shower, she must have shower for a good hour, so I knocked on the door to see she was alright, she replied “Yeah, I still smell of arsehole.” I asked her if she wanted me to sleep with her that night, to keep her company, she replied by turning the shower off opened the bathroom door and said “I’d like that, would you mind.” “Why should I mind, you’re my big sister.” “Go and get ready for bed, whilst I dry off and get ready myself.”
That night, she fell asleep in my arms as we cuddled in my bed, I secretly thought “Here is my beautiful sister, the girl all my mates would like to lose the cherry to and I’ve got her in my bed, what’s to stop us continuing what we started down stairs” but, I knew we could go there, who could I tell that lost my cherry to my sister. So, we ended up just sleeping.
That was 5 years ago, since then both of have had partners, Stacy still brings home the mandatory Friday night fuck, but she’s a bit more choosy about who she brings home. Well this one after I came home from the pub, I wasn’t well and truly mullered, but I was a little bit drunk to point I still knew what day it was etc…Mum and Dad had gone on holiday for a fortnight, but were due back Saturday afternoon, so the lights were off. I thought Stacy must have pulled again and went to his place and Susie must have gone to bed. I got in went straight for the fridge and got a beer out, sat down in front of the T.V. and watched some crap film and drunk my beer, then I got the urge to have a wank. I finished my beer and turned the T.V. off and the lights and went upstairs and into my bedroom got out my favourite porn flick and fast forward to the best sequence, when I heard a moaning sound coming from Susie’s room, I thought “That little slut has brought home a bloke….fair play to you girl” having not got any for weeks. I got to the scene on the porn I wanted and started to choke the chicken, when I heard more moaning coming from Susie’s room, it dawned on me that the moan wasn’t Susie’s, it was another girls, an evil grin came over me, thinking that my younger sister was a bean flicker, I immediately thought “This is to good to miss” I put my robe on and stealthily move to outside her door and quietly turned the door handle and opened the door, remembering that the door squeaked and the only way to stop it squeaking was to lift it up slightly and did so and there to my amazement, my sister Susie was in there with another girl and giving her pleasure, the other girl was Stacy. Susie head was in between Stacy’s legs and Stacy’s hands were working her nipples. I thought what a sight, and sat on her dressing table stool, drooling, my cocking was at its hardest, I started slowly stroking myself, I thought I was going to shoot when I heard Stacy moan loudly “Sis. You lick pussy good.” I could tell by Stacy’s face that she was about to have an orgasm. She then put her hands on Susie’s head and push down and gasp “Cumming! Cumming! Cumming!!!!!” She opened her eyes looked down at Susie and said panting “don’t stop, I can feel another on the way” then I saw the shock in her eyes, she slowly looked over to me and her eyes widened when she saw me playing with my cock, she mouthed “Wow!!!” and “Come here” and with here index finger beckoned me over to her, which I did.
I slowly walked towards Stacey, she looked at my 8 inch long, 6inch circumference cock and whispered “I think your our big brother now” took my cock in her left hand and said “So thick, I’m gonna enjoy this” and leaned towards it and pulled it towards her at the same time and kissed the tip and licked the entire length up and down, then on the final up, plunged her mouth all the way down, taking all 8 inches in , with her bottom lip kissing my balls and slowly moving her mouth up my cock and sucking at the same time, then straight back down again. I immediately thought “the rumours are true she does suck cock good.” She’s got the reputation of giving good head down the pub and my mates, I didn’t believe it, but now I’m being given a real treat. I thought I was going blow there and then, but she’s experience enough to stop that , she felt my balls were tightening with her bottom lip and withdrew and pinched it, she knew exactly where, then gave me a wink. I then knelt on the floor and locked my lips on hers and Frenched her , I then worked my way to her left tit, where 5 years previous I was only playing with, but now I was going to suck it, so I went to work on it by sucking, licking and lightly biting, she became rigid as a another and moaned very loudly “ah!!!!, best orgasm ever had.” She leaned to whisper in my ear “Go behind Susie and fuck her, she complained early that no guy will take her virginity, so who better than my hero brother.” I stopped sucking her tits and kissed her on the lips and said “Anything for you dear sis” and gave her a wink.
I moved round the bed a got behind Susie where her arse was in the air and took hold of it and got my cock ready to enter when I heard Stacy say to her “Don’t stop, gonna cum again” which she did, as I saw Stacy give me a wink then closed her eyes and placed her hands on Susie’s head again. I took that as my cue and slowly entered my little sister as not hurt her too much, then I was Stacy push Susie’s face further into her pussy at the same time I pushed through her hemen then I was through the barrier, I heard her scream in pain in Stacy’s pussy and Stacy saying her “Don’t worry it’s always painful the first, the feeling goes after a while” I paused for a minute whilst Susie relaxed, when she eventually did I slowly withdrew my cock to its head then back in again, I did this for about 10 minutes then she started to enjoy it, then I picked up the speed, by this point Susie stopped working on Stacy and concentrated being fucked by me, but not knowing it was me. Stacy started to finger herself watching her young siblings gong at it like rabbit’s. I could feel Susie’s pussy tightened up for her first cock filled pussy orgasm then it happened , I felt her walls vibrate uncontrollably as she began to push back to my rhythm. Stacy looked like she wanted some action and got underneath Susie, and began fondle her tits and I felt kiss and suck my balls as well as licking Susie’s clit. Susie’s head just disappeared downwards and started to munch on Stacy pussy again. I glanced over at the mirror and could Stacy’s hands on Susie’s tits and her head between our legs and Susie’s head bobbing up and down on Stacy’s pussy, I thought that’s it and went into overdrive and started pumping furiously into Susie’s pussy I felt balls tighten I think Stacy felt them tighten as she put her arms around our legs and grab my arse and helping me thrust in and out of our sister and digging her nails in as she reach another orgasm. That was it couldn’t take no more and unloaded my balls in to Susie, all that pent up sexual frustration flooded Susie’s pussy, I could feel her cum again as I kept cumming in her, it was the longest orgasm I have ever had. Eventually, my pussy cum cover cock popped out and flopped into Stacy’s mouth as she sucked it clean, once she was finished, she patted me on the arse I moved away as Susie collapsed on to Stacy and you could hear was a deafening slurping sound coming from both ends, I just watched in satisfaction as Stacy licked all my hard earned cum out of Susie in the classic 69, they at it for a good half an hour, I kept thinking have they forgotten about me, when both of them in unison let out an orgasmic cry as they succumbed to yet another orgasm.
They both panted their orgasm away, after which Susie got up in a daze and laid with her head at the top of the bed, looked at me and gave a contented sigh, brushed her hair with her right hand and let out “That was good!!! brother” patted the middle of the bed, which I obliged and sat next to her, she grabbed my face said “Thank You” and kissed me passionately , we stopped she then gave me a satisfactory smile. I looked down at Stacy watching us and said “Ah!! How sweet” and then laid the other side of me. So there I was laying naked between my also naked beautiful sisters, I thought it couldn’t get any better than this. I looked over at Susie to see that she had fallen asleep and thought “I guess I wont be getting another threesome tonight then.” I looked over at Stacy and with my eyes told her look at Susie, she said “You knackered her out, slamming your big fat cock in her” which I promptly said “Don’t play innocent with me, it was me who saw you two having a lesbian moment. Besides would you like the same.” she nodded and lightly bit the corner of her lip, parted hers and said “I’ve been wanting this for 5 years, so regard this as a belated thank you.” and pulled me on top of her, and pulled my head towards hers kissed like we did five years ago, I moved my cock into position and found her wet experienced hole and gently entered her and moved to the rhythm of the clock in the room, it was very sensuous. This wasn’t hardcore sex anymore, this was love making at its finest, all the women I have had sex with from the mini affair with my French teacher Mrs Barbeau to now, this was going to be something special, I was slowly going in and out of my own sister, now and again moved my head suck her nipples for a while, then back up to lock our lips together. I picked up a bit of speed, with which she mirrored, but not so fast and furious to wake Susie. We had both lost ourselves in thought and time all we cared about was what we doing, we didn’t care that we were brother and sister all we cared about was that we were two people making love. As she normal says “nobody makes love anymore, its just a case of bang bang thank you mam.” but tonight was different we moved in unison, I felt I go on all-night and further and I think she felt the same, you could smell the incestuous air in the room, after a long time, she whispered in my ear “I want to remember this for a long time….cum in me, make me a mother.” I changed my speed into top gear, she felt the changed and grabbed my arse again and with every thrust she would pull me further in, it wasn’t going to be long before my orgasm erupted, this went on for 40 minutes I felt her walls tighten around my cock as she reached her final orgasm, I then felt her walls ripple uncontrollably up and down my cock, I couldn’t contain myself any longer as I felt my balls tighten and released their load into my sister. With one last shudder I was spent and collapsed on top of her, we both said at the same time (panting) “That was excellent” Stacy finished the sentence with “lets stay like this for ever” then we heard Susie say “don’t I get to have some then.” both Stacy and I sniggered and I said “You can join anytime you little sis” gave both a kiss on the lips as we all lay there, each one of us dropping of f to sleep.
I woke up the next morning thinking it must have been a dream, as both Stacy and Susie weren’t in my arms, I was still in a daze and disorientated thinking “what did I drink last night” then I felt a sensation on my cock, then quickly realised that I was being giving a blowjob, I looked down and saw Stacy working her magic and said “it wasn’t a dream then” looked around saw that I was in Susie’s room, but no Susie I continued “Where’s Susie?” Stacy stopped looked and said “Morning, Susie’s making breakfast and no it wasn’t a dream, you fucked both of you sisters, you naughty boy.” she gave naughty cheeky grin and continued her work with my cock. It was best way to wake up, she was doing her technique of slowly taking it all in and kissing my ball with her bottom lip, It was fantastic, here was a girl who really knows how give a proper blowjob, after about five minutes of this, she put her hand on my cock and as she was slowly going doing she had her hand all around my cock going down and when getting to my balls she’d cup them and either tickle with her nails or massage the technique would change after each stroke it was fabulous and whilst my cock was two thirds of the way in, she would use her tongue on my bell end. After a good ten minutes of this technique I couldn’t hold on any longer. As she had got to the bottom of my cock I shot my load down her throat, she quickly moved her mouth up my cock until the bell end and began sucking it and swallowing my entire load, it felt like a gallon, but she swallowed it all, once she had swallowed all that could be swallowed, she licked it clean, then looked at me and said “You taste good, bro. That was present for not only last night but for that time five years ago” I smiled and said “After that performance, I think I now owe you.” She was about kiss me, when the phone rang . She looked at me as if to say “Fuck” then we heard Susie answer it, we both listened in to see who it was, when we heard Susie shriek “Mom where are you, when are you coming home….”she paused “really your at the airport, to you want me to send Michael or Stacy to pick you up?” another pause “You’ve already got a taxi, how long” Stacy and I looked at each other knowing what Susie was doing for our benefit. Then we heard Susie say “You’ll be home in a hour….great…those two their still in bed, but I’ll let them know to expect you, that’ll get them up…bye mom” she put the phone down, next we heard her run (more like sprint) up the stairs and burst into the room and said “Mom and Dad will be home in an hour.” I said “Fuck…we wont be able what started.” Susie then replied “I want more sex with my brother and sister” which I said “we can’t, it’s smells like a brothel in here, if they come in as the house smells as it does and find only the three of us, they’ll figure it out and kick Stacy and I out and you’d be grounded until you walk down the aisle or until your old and wrinkly.” which she replied “good point.”
We ran around the house opening all the window’s and stuck all the fans on full blast to get the smell out, it was like something out of a comedy sketch the way we flew around the house opening the windows and cleaning the house, we managed to get it clean and smelling fresh. We then closed all the windows. Just in time when mom and dad turned up jet lagged and tired , well dad looked jetlagged and tired, mom just looked stunning, you could tell which side of the family Stacy and Susie get their looks from, she’s a spitting image of Mimi Rogers as she said later that night she asked so many times for her autograph. Anyway she got out of the taxi, leaving dad to settle the bill, Susie ran to give mom a hug, mom said “Susie, you’ve perked up since we left(before they went Susie was a moody bitch for what ever reason.) you obviously missed us.” I gave mom a hug and went and helped dad with the luggage, something was wrong with mom as she walked in house, my sisters and I looked at each other as if to say “We’ve been rumbled” mom just shook her head and continued inside and said “it’s good to be home.” Then after an hour of them telling us about their holiday and given us our presents, Susie decided out for a bit to her Friends house she said wont be back for a while and asked what time would dinner be, which I piped up “How about we order a Chinese for tonight, my treat, say 7 o’clock” Susie replied “Ok, later” Stacy said she was going up to bed and said she a bit hung over, dad was absolutely shattered and so headed off to bed himself. So it was just mom and I left in the living room, I said jokingly “Something I said?” she laughed as well. She went upstairs and showered and changed and came back down with just her robe and went into the conservatory. I was fixing us a drink, I got her a glass of wine, I had a beer, gave her the drink and sat opposite her we started talking about what went on here over the last three weeks, I said nothing major went on. There was a long pause, then she let me have it. “Do give me that, I know what you’ve been doing all three of you” I replied as calmly as I could “Nothing, we’ve been good. I went out last night had a few drinks with guys and come home, that’s about as much excitement I’ve had in weeks” she gave me stern look “I’m not stupid you know, what with Susan a changed person, and Stacy feeling tired, to me that’s abnormal……you fucked them didn’t you, I could smell it when I walked in.” I went to reply “I…” she stopped me before I went on “Stacy gave you her trademark blowjob” I was astounded to hear these words from my mothers mouth. She went on “I taught her that , sounds like she’s perfected it.” my mouth flopped open “and as for Susan, before we went away she was a nightmare, which is why we went on holiday, then to come home to find her as nice as pie, it doesn’t take a genius to work that out.” she put her glass down “what are we going to do with you?” looked back at me. I said “mom, what can I say, but your imagination is getting the better of you.” trying to be smart, you could tell by her face that didn’t believe me.
“Come here!!” she demanded, I thought I’m gonna get arse kicked here. I did as I was told, the next she did surprised the fuck out me. “I’m gonna show you what I taught Stacy” with that grabbed my short and yanked them down to my ankles then my boxers went as well, grabbed my cock and did what Stacy did earlier that morning, here I was again inside the mouth of another family member. She exactly the same, but kissed my balls a bit longer, the did this for about 5 minutes, she then opened her robe to reveal her gorgeous body no ounce of fat on her, her tits were the same as Stacy’s, but a little bit bigger and her pussy was freshly shaven, she stopped sucking me, then lifted her legs either side of arms of the chair and ordered “eat your mothers pussy” with no second invitation needed I dropped to my knees, played with her pussy lips, then started lick them from the bottom right up to the clitoris, I could feel she was getting wet, I pushed my tongue into her hole, then out again, I then began suck her clitoris and inserted my index and middle fingers, found her g-spot with my index finger and my middle finger was a little higher, which sent her through the roof , exploded into orgasm, she tried not moan too loudly. I wasn’t satisfied with giving her just one orgasm I just kept going until she begged me to stop. I kept going for another 10 minutes, when she had another orgasm, I thought this is easy, I looked at her face, she looked as though she’d had just ran a marathon. I thought she’d had enough and began to put clothes back on, when she demanded “Where you going? You haven’t finished yet. I want your cock in me” with that she reached for my cock, put to the entrance of where I came out of and with her legs wrapped them around my waist and pulled me in her, she felt so good, then with her hands grabbed my head pulled me closer and kissed like no mother and son should, I was very turned on, I pumped her hard and fast , she screaming in my mouth as I brought her to another orgasm, I thought this is it I can’t turn back and began to produce my own orgasm, I stopped kissing her and asked “Where do you want it?” she replied forcefully “In me….motherfucker” with that, I shot my load back from where I came. We kissed until my hard-on subsided I got off, put my clothes back on when she said “No wonder Susan’s happy, she got to have her brothers big fat cock. From now on your not to masturbate in this house, if you get the urge, come find one of us and fuck our brains out” She got up straightened herself up, kissing me on the lips and said “That was fucking excellent, no wonder your French grades were high. Yes I know about you and Mrs Barbeau, yet who doesn’t, it’s gone round the whole school and neighbourhood, why do you think she doesn’t live round here anymore.” with that she slapped me lightly on the cheek.
I not only got to fuck my mother and two sisters, but no and then I get to fuck all three of them in the same room, we have an order of who fucks who, they take it in turns. We continued fucking each other for a good few years. The end of the first year mom got pregnant, she took great pleasure in telling me that it was mine, as Dad hadn’t fucked her for two years, then two months later Stacy became pregnant, which left only Susie to fuck, but after 16th birthday she announced she was pregnant. They all had healthy babies, despite all this doctors saying incest brings deformity in babies. Dad was none of the wiser that all the girls in his family were made pregnant by me. Mom had a son Ethan, Stacy had twins Heather and Jason and Susie had boy and named him Michael. 5years later mom found out that Dad had cheated on her for 10years and kicked him out when she caught fucking the babysitter who was 18.
Stacy found a decent guy married him and had two more kids Amy and George, and Susie met a guy a college and plans to marry him, as for me, mom and I moved out of the family home to somewhere nobody knows that were mother and son, and posed as husband and wife, went to Vegas got married, came back had more kids, around public holidays or now and then Stacy and Susie come round for good old fashioned family fuck.

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” Dad’s Fucking My Teacher “

Dad’s Fucking My Teacher
* Mrs. Clay had a secret. No one knew about it until….. fate stepped in….*
__My name is Kurt. I work at my dad’s very private club for people with money. I worked in the food side. The other side was a dark lounge for drinking. He had me start going over there to empty trash and clean up. I wasn’t really allowed to be there with alcohol being served. That Friday night I went over to do my duty’s when I noticed a woman at the bar. She was real pretty, but had on half dark glasses. Her black hair half covered her face and was long. She had on a black suit but real low cut. She had beautiful full cleavage that showed real good. She was smoking a cigarette. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was damn sexy looking. I couldn’t tell if she was watching me or not with those glasses.
I stalled and kept cleaning things, wanting to keep looking at her. I cleaned right in front of her….and then…she smiled at me. She leaned her cleavage over real big and said real sexy but slurred: “What’s your name Kurt?”
She was drunk as hell and how did she know my name? She asked my name… ‘and‘….called me Kurt. WTF? I ask her: “How did you know my name was Kurt?” She giggled and said: “Never you mind about that, do you like my tits?”
I couldn’t say anything. My dad would kill me if I said ’Damn right I do’ to a customer like that….so I just carefully smiled at her. She said in her slurred sexy voice: “Come here Kurt.”
I stood a little closer making sure no one was noticing us. “Would you like to kiss my tits Kurt?” and pulled my head towards her tits.
I jolted back and left the bar. Drunk women are crazy I thought….but I kept thinking about those beautiful tits though. My face was an inch from them and her perfume….…where had I smelled that perfume before? That triggered my memory, and things started to connect.
I waited and then peeked around to look at her again. She was gone. I ask the bartender about her. He said: “ She comes in every Friday night, gets drunk, and I call her a cab to take her home. That’s a wig, by the way and those half dark glasses, she hiding who she is for some reason.”
Bingo….that triggered my memory. I knew who she was now, a teacher, Mrs. Clay I had in history class school. She always wore that perfume and that’s how she knew my name. She was one of the teachers all the guys talked about wanting to fuck. Well…..I was just going to keep this information to myself.
On Monday I went to her class as usual, history …boring…..I studied her face….yep that was her, now I could tell for sure. Now she had her natural light brown hair, and plain glasses and regular clothes. My plan was to say nothing and enjoy my secret information and fantasize about those tits of hers in my face. I made no eye contact with her. When class was almost over she came over and said boldly: “I want to see you after class.” Ooooo ..like I was in trouble.
Everyone left and she closed the door…and locked it. She sat me down by her desk. “Kurt, we have to talk. I just want to say that what you might have thought you saw last Friday night….didn’t happen. OK? Can I trust you to never talk about it? A teacher has to be very careful with her reputation. She can get fired real easy for her public actions. Do you understand?”
I nodded my head yes.
“If you would do that for me, I would like to do some things for you. I think…you like my tits, don’t you.” I smiled. “I would like to give you a little sample of my ‘thank you’ right now…. Stand up.”
The door had no window in it and the room windows were up high. No one could see in. She took me over to the corner and hugged me real tight. She began to whisper in my ear. (“…Kurt, I like you. I’m not suppose to, but I do. I hope you like me too. I want you to feel my tits for me now,…. go ahead.”)
She opened her suit coat up and put my hands up under her sweater. Omg…there they were. Her ‘no bra’ tits I had dreamed about. She started breathing all weird as I felt her tits. She was going weird on me saying: (“..tell me how much you like them Kurt…..tell me how you’d like to kiss them and suck on them Kurt…tell me Kurt.”)
Well….I sure did as she asked…. as long as she was letting me feel them. I said quietly: (“….oh Mrs. Clay, your tits are so soft and wonderful, and I sure would like kissing your beautiful tits.”) She sure seemed to like that as she lifted her sweater up and put my face right in her cleavage.
(“Kiss them Kurt…kiss them hot, I know you want them…kiss them all over and lick them all you want….lick and suck on my nipples, oh god yes…your doing beautiful Kurt…keep that up Kurt…”)
Mrs. Clay, (Jill)
It was working perfect. I had to be bold and lay it on heavy with Kurt. Kurt didn’t know my earlier life. I had hooked up with Kurt’s dad a while back. We ended up in his private office one night and we had an affair there. On Friday nights I would go in the back way and we had a torrid, hot, steamy affair.
I had found out my husband had a girl on the side and we were parting ways. I was very hot for his dad, Stan, he know how to fuck me real good.
We had to end it when my divorce started, and is still active with all the legal stuff. All I could do is disguise my looks from who I was and sit and drink every Friday night as I waited for my husband to move out.
I’m still waiting.
When I found out that Kurt was Stan’s son I slowly got aroused by him. He looked like his dad only younger and oh so sexy to me. I was closer to his age that his dad. When I saw Kurt in the lounge, I was pretty drunk and my urges for him got released. I have nice full tits, and when I saw Kurt eyeing them, I couldn’t hold back wanting him to fondle them. His dad loved them and he use to suck them so good before we had sex. It all came flashing back and I wanted them fondled by Kurt. I have nipples that are very sensitive and I can even have an orgasm when they are sucked and played with. Watching Kurt’s eyes made them hard and so ready to be sucked.
Now I had Kurt all picked out to suck and fondle my tits, and it was working. He was young and I knew the next thing he would want is to have sex with me….and that’s just what I wanted too.
Kurt…..
She was acting kinda crazy, but I sure didn’t care. She was pushing her pussy right into my boner. I looked at the clock. “Mrs. Clay,…. I’m late for my next class, can you…. write me a note?” I said out of breath. She held my head and pulled it back. She smiled at me with a real sexy look. “Kurt, I’m a teacher. I’ll write you a note so you won’t even have to go to your next class.
This a free hour for me and we have 40 minutes left. You just do what I say and everything will be fine….besides….your in no condition to leave…just yet.” She shoved her hand down in my pants and felt my boner. In a flash she had my pants down and was on her knees. She was jacking my boner. “Hold still Kurt and let me get this down for you.” she said.
Jill……
This was so risky!…but it got me hot doing it. A little preview wouldn’t hurt. I know he’ll cum quick and I need a good taste of his cum. I grabbed his young smooth ass and took his boner in my mouth. A few deep throats and he jolted. I squeezed his ass as his butt cheeks tightened up. His knees trembled and I got the shots of cum I wanted. Down my throat it went….mmmm…all gone.
Poor Kurt’s eyes…they rolled back in his head as he held onto my head to keep from falling over. Five minutes left. I helped him put his pants back up and unlocked my door. I said loud: “If you don’t try harder, and concentrate, your going to fail this class!” He was in a daze as he tried not…to smile.
Now I had to plan a place for us and this would not be easy. My house and his house had people in them. He had to work nights and…..wait….my classroom…it was the only place for us. I needed to change his schedule to give him a free hour the same as mine. The danger of doing this just made me all the more turned on to have sex with him right in the classroom.
It took a little talking but I got it all arranged. 10am to11am was now ’our’ time. That night I lay naked in bed, playing with my nipples and looking ahead to our first hour together. Being a teacher I was going to enjoy teaching him some very hot things to do sexually….and he can teach me what the young set does for sexual pleasure….
10 am, and my class filed out….all but one. I barked: “Let me see your homework, Kurt.”…the other students thinking he was in trouble with me …again. The door closed with the last student. I waited a little, then quietly locked the door. Here came my young man all excited with his sexy smile. I turned out the lights.
Kurt….
My heart was banging in my chest as I slowly walked toward her. God she was sexy looking. She was smiling standing with her legs apart with a skirt on today. I backed her into our corner as she took some big breaths. She began acting weird again. She said quietly: “…Kurt…what are you doing?, are you so attracted to me you feel you must have me?…do you want to feel me, kiss me make love to me?…is that what’s your after?…tell me how bad you want me Kurt…tell me.”
I thought…OK, it’s one of her weird games again…so I told her…. “ Mrs. Clay…I wanted you since the first time I saw you.” She gasp and pulled my head to her cheek. I continued: “ You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen…I want you so bad…”
Well,…. that’s what she wanted to hear and up went her sweater. I felt her nipples and watched her lean her head back and moan real sexy.
Up came her skirt as she put my hand on her pussy. (“..Oh Mrs..” she whispered to call her ’Jill’. “Jill I love to feel your pussy….all warm and wet…I must go kiss it now.”
She held my head as a went down on her. She was up against the wall with her legs spread wide apart. There was that aroma of her perfume…strong. I began to lick her pussy as she moved it up and down on my lips. She moaned so sexy each time I licked her clit.
Jill……
My dad called me ‘wild child’ and ‘nympho’ when he caught me with porn in my computer. I wanted some of the action I saw there, hot, wild sex. My first and steady sex was an older guy and he fucked me rough and I like it. He was…,
let’s just say…‘a family member’. We would let the desire to fuck build up and up and then we would attack and fuck real hard and wild.
Now I had tapped into Kurt’s lust for me and released it. I was finally getting what I wanted. I was in for wild ride…..
Oh my…the youthful energy of Kurt’s tongue was making me weak. I slowly sunk to the rug. He stuck 3 fingers in my pussy and massaged it good. He was way better than his dad. He was pumped and becoming aggressive….everything was becoming reversed. I became submissive to him. “…oh Kurt…baby…do you want to ’own me’?…do you want me that bad?…” I said. He began to undo his pants and get on top of me. He took his boner and moved it up and down on my pussy. He said: “Yes Jill, I ‘do’ own you now, you are mine and I have to fuck you.” Kurt said.
That sucked the air right out my chest. I liked this and his aggressive stance with me. “You have ravaged me Jill, I’m taking you to sexual heaven with me right now.” he said.
He held my wrists down and started putting his tongue deep in my mouth. I felt his boner shoved in me hard. I had to moan uncontrollably as he lifted my legs up around his back. He became my wild man, thrusting himself in me and kissing me like he couldn’t get enough of me. I jerked my wrists loose and put my arms around his neck. I could feel the climax of all climaxes coming up in me.
He fucked me hard, aggressively and deep with each thrust. I had never had a guy fuck me this wild before, and it was driving me ‘more’ wild. We were both going for the peak we both wanted. I squeezed my legs around him …and my pussy clamped around his boner. He gave out a low growl and we both squeezed us with everything we had…then…it was like the world stopped. …
He moaned and I felt hot thrusting cum in me as I climaxed. We held each other so tight we trembled. I could feel and even hear the cum being blasted in me….we just couldn’t stop fucking…and fucking…until we both went weak…and just held on tight….squirming…
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Jill…..
It was Friday night. I sat at the bar as usual having a drink in my disguise. Kurt and I had a little plan set up. He clued his smiling dad in and I waited. When Kurt was doing his clean up duty’s behind the bar. I spoke to his dad:
“Stan honey, could you call me a cab?” I slurred, acting like I was totally drunk.
“No mam,….. your to drunk to ride home in a cab, ‘Kurt‘…., take the lady home please and see that she gets into bed.”
Kurt tried not to smile and said: “Ok Dad“
We staggered out to the company’s plain white van and drove to a river front secluded location. The back of the van was filled with blankets and no windows.
I wanted to feel the driving lust he had for me. I wanted to see that youthful aggression come out and fuck me hard with it.
I taunted him.
In whispers I said: “Maybe we better wait Kurt.” He was already trembling undoing my buttons. “Someone might come by here and see us.” Some of my buttons went flying as he tore them off. He got all hyper. “Waiting is over Jill, your mine now and we’re going to take a little trip to cum land right now. I want you completely naked, not one earring, or piece of clothing. I’ve dreamed about your hot body completely naked and now I want to devour it.”
That’s what I wanted. To be taken by him and fucked hard. I taunted him even more: “But Kurt…I’m a teacher and if anyone….”
Those were the last words spoken. He kissed me and his tongue fucked my tongue like two wild animals. I was naked, hot, trembling and my pussy was dripping. It was a real show down for us. Now I reacted how I felt.
I rolled him over on his back and grabbed his boner and shoved it in my pussy. Out came the moans, groans and animal sounds. I drove his boner in me a deep as it would go…..and again….and again. He pinched my nipples so hard I orgasmed several times.
This was the kind of fucking I wanted.
Kurt…..
She was acting weird again, but only this time it was a very hot and sexy weird. I felt like I had a goddess on top of me and she was about to rape me…..well… ok Jill, go for it. What a powerful woman she was. She was driving my boner in her to the max. She kissed me wildly and held my body real tight. I had no choice, I had to cum big.
I squeezed her nipples with one hand, felt her ass with the other and slipped a finger in her back hole. She yelled so loud my heart jumped….that triggered my thrust upwards and I felt like all my cum shot out at once. Her pussy was tight, moving fast and she was biting my neck.…what a wild woman she was as we fucked ourselves crazy…..
She was like no other girl I’d ever been with before…as I just kept feeling her nipples and tits. I loved feeling her beautiful naked body. She just kept moaning low and fucking slow and deep……
*Months later in the morning at Jill’s house.
“Kurt, I‘ll leave first, then you go out the back way….now wait…Kurt…you’ve got that look in your eyes….not now…please Kurt…..we’ll both be late for school….Kurt…stop baby…you’ll mess up my hair and clothes….mmmmm…not on the living room rug….oh damn you…we’re going to be late again…mmmm…oh dam.. your taking mmmm advantage of me…Kurt…Oh my god…..
Oh Yes!….deeper baby…. deeper!…”

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Family Circus – Ch. 2

At the doctor’s office, I checked in with the desk and sat down in the waiting room. Dr. Vernon had been our family doctor for a long time. She’d seen me naked plenty of times but not like this. I was beginning to look forward to seeing her reaction at the sight of the “new” me.
When the nurse called my name to take me back to the exam room, I stood up and Mom remained seated. She asked me, “Do you want me to wait here or come back with you?” I just motioned her to come along.
Back in the exam room, the nurse asked me, “What are we here to see the doctor for today.”
“I woke up with, er, some swelling,” I replied tentatively.
“Swelling? Where?” she asked.
“Er, on my privates,” I told her.
“Oh,” she replied. “I’ll just get your vital signs.” Finished with that, she stood up telling me, “Remove your pants and underwear and put this gown on. The doctor will be in shortly.” She left, closing the door behind her as I stood up and looked at Mom.
“I can go back to the waiting room if you’d like me to, Bobby,” she told me.
I told her, “No, don’t worry about it, Mom.” I kicked off my sneakers, pulled my pants and boxers down together, and leaned over to pull them off my feet. Donning the gown with the opening in the back I looked down to see that its midthigh length wasn’t long enough to cover my hanging penis.
I saw Mom looking at it, too. She looked at me and said, “It just doesn’t quite do the job, Bobby.” She giggled and I found myself laughing at the comment. Soon she was laughing, too. I climbed up and sat on the end of the exam table, my legs dangling from my knees, penis and testicles lying on the paper cover between my legs.
A knock on the door and Dr. Vernon came in, shutting the door behind her. She was in her early fifties, fairly tall, and overweight. She was no beauty but rather she was pleasant looking with a very kind nature. “What’s going on today, Bobby?” she asked as she pulled up a stool and sat down in front of me at the end of the exam table.
I lifted the gown and just said, “This.”
Her immediate response was, “Oh.” Regaining her composure she asked me to stand up. I hopped down off the exam table, my penis and testicles swinging wildly as I landed on my feet. Pulling my gown to one side, Dr. Vernon looked again at the mutant organs then asked, “When did you notice this, er, swelling begin?”
“I woke up this morning like this,” I told her.
“You’re telling me you went to bed last night, er, normal and work up this size this morning?” she asked incredulously.
“Yep, that’s right.”
Mom interjected, “That’s not normal, is it doctor?”
“Mrs. Davis, I think I need some time to examine Bobby if you’d please wait out in the waiting room,” Dr. Vernon told my mother.
“Sure, no problem,” Mom said as she stood up and left.
As soon as the door closed behind Mom, Dr.Vernon turned to me and said, “Bobby, this is peculiar and I need to ask you some more questions. First, have you had sex with anyone?”
“No.”
“Have you taken any drugs you’re not supposed to take?”
“No.”
“And this growth occurred overnight?”
“Yes. I thought I had a dream, an, er, wet dream, but I didn’t wake up until this morning and I didn’t find any sign that I actually had one. Then I found myself like this.”
“I want to check your prostate, Bobby. Normally males don’t need a prostate exam until they reach forty or so but this isn’t a normal situation. It may be a little uncomfortable for you but it’s not that bad,” she told me as she opened a drawer and pulled a tube from it and pulled on exam gloves.”Now, let’s just remove this gown and get it out of the way,” she said as she helped me out of the stupid gown. “Now, turn around and lean over, put your elbows on the exam table and spread your feet apart a bit more for me.” With my penis and testicles swaying in front of me, I leaned over onto my elbows on the exam table. “Now you’ll feel a bit of pressure,” she told me.
I felt the cold of the K-Y Jelly as she worked her finger into my ass. As she probed further it felt like I needed to push a crap out then I felt a bit tingly in my groin and it felt like I might be getting the beginnings of an erection. She smoothly withdrew her finger and wiped my ass with some tissues as she said, “Your prostate feels normal.” As I straightened up I heard her remove her gloves and wash her hands in the sink behind me. “Go ahead and lean back over, please. I’m not done yet,” she told me as I heard her donning another pair of exam gloves. “I want to examine our testicles and I might as well start from behind.” I felt her hand cup my scrotum and lift my testicles, first together in one palm, fingertips lightly holding them, then with both hands on each testicle, one at a time as she felt all around, over, and under them with her fingertips. I was beginning to feel a bit aroused by her touch. “Okay, turn around,” she told me.
I straightened up and turned around to face her, penis and testicles swinging between my thighs. Though I felt somewhat aroused, my penis didn’t really look any different though it felt a bit heavier as it swung. “Did you wake up this morning with an erection?” she asked me.
“No,” I replied.
“Have you had an erection since you got up this morning?” she pressed on.
“No,” I answered.
“So you haven’t had an orgasm since your size changed, right?” she asked.
“No,” I snickered.
“Well, I’m concerned as to whether you still have that capability, if blood supply kept up with this size change, I mean,” she told me. “Hop up here on the exam table for me,” she directed as she patted the end of the table. I hopped up and sat on the table before she said, “Now, just lie back.” She scooted the stool over to the end of the exam table telling me, “I’m going to complete the testicular exam now. Just relax.” She lifted my penis and laid it on my abdomen and then began to palpate my testicles again, all around, under and over. The she added K-Y Jelly and did it again and I was really starting to feel aroused. I felt my penis twitch on my abdomen as it began to engorge. Dr. Vernon noticed my growing erection as my penis began to straighten on my abdomen. “Other than being on the large side, your testicles seem normal. Oh there, you can still achieve an erection, can’t you?” she told me. “I want to obtain a semen sample to check your sperm count. It’s easiest if I just do it,” she told me as I felt her apply cool K-Y Jelly to the underside of my shaft, strightening on my abdomen at her continued attention. She turned away for a moment to retrieve a specimen cup from one of the cabinets and I stole a glance down at my abdomen. I couldn’t tell but it didn’t seem that my erecting penis was much, if any, longer than when it was hanging flaccidly between my legs but it definitely looked thicker. When Dr. Vernon turned back toward me she had a cup in her hand that she placed on the exam table next to me before grasping my now erect penis in her right hand, spreading the K-Y Jelly up and down the length of it. “I want you to tell me where your penis is most sensitive,” she said. She stroked the base end near my testicles. “Here?” Then she stroked the glans end. “Or here?”
“Definitely there,” I told her.
“Okay,” she said, “That seems normal.” Continuing to stroke the the glans end with her tight hand, she closed her left hand around the base end and just held it firmly. “You seem to have a firm erection, Bobby, so that’s good,” she smiled at me. Continuing to stroke my penis with her right hand, I felt her cup my testicles in her other hand, massaging them gently. With my arousal level climbing I began to rock my hips involuntarily as she continued to stroke my penis and massage my testicles. Rocking faster now, I felt myself about to go over the top and Dr. Vernon could tell I was about to cum also as she let go of my testicles and picked up the specimen cup with her left hand, still stroking with her right. I felt a tightening in my testicles then my penis begin to pulse in Dr. Vernon’s hand as I started to pump semen into the cup she positioned for collection. Rather than the two or three good spurts I normally ejaculated, it seemed like my penis continued to pulse for six or maybe seven good shots, then several fading spurts as the orgasm subsided. “Your semen volume appears to be ample,” Dr. Vernon told me as she milked the last bit from my penis with what seemed like a practiced technique. Handing me a wad of tissues she said, “Here, you clean yourself up and get dressed while I take this to the lab,” as she turned and left the room with the cup.
I wiped myself off as best as I could with the tissues before hopping down off the exam table. When my feet hit the floor, my legs felt weak and I put a hand on the table to steady myself. As I stood there a moment, there was a couple of taps on the door then it opened and the nurse who had checked me in walked in along with my mother. The nurse’s eyes locked on my penis and testicles, penis still partially erect, arching downward to hang a little out from my thighs. Mom’s eyes were looking at the same thing. “Sorry,” the nurse told me, “I thought you’d be dressed by now. I have the doctor’s instructions for you. I thought it best if your mother heard them, too, so she’ll understand.” Attempting to look at the chart in her hand, the nurse continued, “Dr. Vernon wants you to masturbate to orgasm at least daily for the next week, collecting, measuring, and discarding your output, then return for another check next Friday afternoon. Is 4:30 okay for you?”
Mom said, “Yes, that’ll be fine. Now, he is to collect and measure his semen, then flush it?” I was beginning to get dressed, pulling my boxers on and tucking my now flaccid penis and testicles down the left leg, them comically hanging past the hem of the boxers. This point didn’t seem to be lost on either Mom or the nurse.
“Yes, that’s right. Write the results down each time and bring that with you next week.” Handing Mom a specimen cup she said, “Use this then rinse it each time. Doctor also wanted to know if you’re involved in athletics or PE class,” the nurse continued.
“I have PE every day,” I replied.
“Okay, then she wants you to go to this seamstress and have a custom athletic supporter made before you go to any additional PE classes. She’s a good seamstress. She does a lot of custom fitting of undergarments, bras for example, Mrs. Davis. So she’ll be able to fit him properly. Take these instructions to her and if you go straight over there now, she should be able to get this done today for you,” the nurse continued as she handed a piece of paper to Mom. “Here’s an appointment reminder card for next Friday, also.”
“Thank you,” Mom told her just as I was finishing getting dressed.

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KCA and B (Part 1 : Eva)

Hello my name is Pete Gersen and as an 18 year old, during the mid-1970’s, I had a job working for an office of attorneys in downtown Miami, Florida. Technically my job was listed as that of a “courier” but in reality I was really a glorified “gopher”. That is, if anyone in the office needed something picked up, then I was the one to go for it. This included things like paperwork, files and briefs from other lawyers or the courthouse. But they also things as mundane as dry cleaning and lunch. Sure the job was pretty menial but it did have some amazing fringe benefits. The job placed me in a great position for some fantastic sexual situations, which I may not have encountered had I not been employed there. During the 2 year period I worked for Kennedy, Carle, Ames and Buchanan (KCA&B for short) I made the most that I could of these opportunities and I’d like to detail some of them here. If you folks like them, then I’ll continue writing about them.
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The office of KCA&B was a veritable smorgasbord of sexy women, primarily embodied in the form of the secretarial staff. At that time in my life, I was 5’11” with an average build. I had brown curly hair that draped slightly below my ears and I’d been described by various women as cute. Before I came to work there I’d been kinda reserved in approaching the opposite sex. In an environment where the gals were all older than me, this trait worked in my favor as it imbued me with an innocent quality that many found a turn-on. I believe this came into play for my first sexual encounter while at the firm. My initial partner came not from those clerical ranks but via the auspices of our bookkeeper, Eva Merle. Eva was in her late forties and to be frank, had exactly the body you’d expect of a gal of that vintage. Perhaps not the type you’d imagine an 18 year old to pursue, but it was her remarkable face that caught my eye. Eva had short reddish-brown hair that framed her countenance, a face set off by her glorious dimples and a mischievous smile. She also had a funny, flirtatious manner about her which I found very sexy.
Our offices were housed on the twelfth floor of the Arthur Dumont Building on Flagler street. The space requirements of the firm could not be met by 12 so we also had additional space leased on the sixth floor. These 6th floor offices were used purely for storage. Early on in my tenure at the firm, I was informed that a slew of documents in Eva’s office would need transferred to six. To accommodate the task, she and I would be required to work on a Saturday, while offices of KCA&B were closed. Not a problem for me, as I was more than happy get the overtime. So that Saturday at 8AM I met Eva in the lobby and we set about our workday.
The dirty job we were performing called for more casual attire than was worn at normal business hours. I wore Jeans and a Led Zep tee-shirt, while Eva opted for a pair of red shorts and a short sleeved blue blouse. Seeing more of her flesh than normal made me slightly aroused as did her proclivity to telling dirty jokes.
Down on six we needed to move boxes around, allowing room to accommodate the new ones that we would be bringing down . The area within 10 feet of the door was the prime location for the newer files, so we consolidated the ones currently there to the back recesses of the office space. The sixth floor office also housed odds and ends that included things like old furniture and trial exhibits. For some unknown reason we found a roll of carpeting and of course it was in the way of everything. So Eva said we should move it to the very furthest corner. I grabbed one end and she the other. The damned thing was far heavier than either of us suspected so it kind of folded in the middle and we had to waddle to heft it to it’s new home. Eva lost her grip and the back side of the carpet slid across her chest.
“Ow! Ow! she cried “Shit, I got a rug burn on my nipple”
I remarked “Want me to kiss it and make it better”
She laughed “You little smartass, You’d like that wouldn’t you”
I just laughed and we continued working. Soon the prime spot had been cleared and we went up to 12 to start carting down the boxes from her office. After bringing down 3 or four loads we needed to start stacking them. This required Eva to be on top of a ladder. As I hefted boxes up to her I noticed something quite unexpected. I could look up her baggy shorts and damned if she wasn’t going commando. She caught me staring and chirped.
“See anything you like?”
“Oh just a canyon, Eva..” I said with a smirk “…a pretty grand one at that”
Eva was unphased, she swatted me and laughed.
By 4 PM we’d finally finished.
“You know what Pete” she said “We’ve both worked pretty hard and I think we deserve a treat”
“Like what?” I asked
She answered by grabbing me and forcefully kissing me. I met her passion with it’s equal. There was an old desk and she commanded met to get on it. As I laid there she yanked off my jeans and exposed my hard cock. I’m the first to admit that my package is hardly extraordinary. Five and a half inches long and a girth about the size of a quarter. “Not too bad..” she commented “..bite sized” Then she engulfed me in her soft, warm mouth. I wasn’t a virgin but prior to this occasion I had never had a BJ. In retrospect now, it was a bit sloppy and she used too much teeth but I sure as hell wasn’t complaining. She was a very enthusiastic cock sucker. Somewhere along the line she had undone her shirt and given me a nice view of her bouncing tits. I was in heaven watching that sexy dimpled mouth working my dick like a piston. Soon I felt the pressure of my impending orgasm.
“Eva… I’m ready to cum”
She stopped just long enough to say “Go for it Pete” Seconds later she was hungrily gobbling down all the spunk I could produce. When she’d finished, she barked “Kiss me” As I did I found that she’d held a little bit in reserve, which she forced into my own mouth. Now I had long ago experimented in tasting my cum after jacking off, so I wasn’t as freaked out as I think she intended me to be. “Nice” she commented. “Now it’s my turn” With that she stripped off her shoes, shorts and bra. She proceeded to mount me from above and attempted to fuck the living daylights from me. I was very happy with my view. Her pendulous breasts swaying above my face and her eyes closed with concentration. She commanded me to pinch her nipples so I obeyed. They were long and she delighted as I tugged and rolled them between my thumbs and fingers. Her cunt was soaking wet and her juices flowed down all over my cock and balls. I reached down and smeared a gob on my fingers. Then I forced them into her mouth. Tit for tat I thought. She found the action totally erotic and it helped send her into a long and intense orgasm. Watching her pretty face as she came inspired me to ejaculate for a second time. I’d later come to realize that Eva had a fetish about semen and vaginal secretions.
As we dressed she said “We really need to do this on a regular basis” The term “fuck-buddy” hadn’t been invented yet but essentially that’s what we became. There were no strings of exclusivity involved, hell Eva was married. But for the 2 years I worked at KCA&B we had regular sexual encounters. Many of them offering me sexual firsts
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Eva’s husband, Carl was a college professor and not much of a handyman. So Eva arranged for me to come over to her place to do the simple home maintenance and repair work that Carl distained. On my first trip over in this regard, Carl found it necessary to go to his campus office so he offered to bring back lunch. While Carl was gone, Eva and I set upon some wild intense fucking. While she bent over the kitchen table I entered her hungry cunt doggie style and slammed her mercilessly. We actually lost track of time and I was shocked to hear Carl pulling into the drive way. We’d each orgasmed more than once and her snatch was sloppy with jizz. With no time to clean up, we simply straightened up as best we could and acted as if nothing had happened. The air was filled with the scent of sex and I was afraid that we’d been caught red handed. But my anxiety appeared groundless, as Carl entered with a delicious feast of Cuban take out. After this satisfying banquet I left. Later on Eva called me laughing. She then calmly explained a fetish that I had never heard of before; creampie. I discovered that Carl was fully aware of what had gone on in the kitchen, indeed it had been planned. After I’d left he had gone down on Eva and devoured our joint fluids that were seeping from her vagina. This act it what it took to get Carl hard and with that Eva had then blown him and allowed him to ejaculate on her face and hair. For the remainder of our trysts at Eva’s house, Carl and I played dumb and we never acknowledged that anything out of the normal was going on.
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On an other occasion, Eva told me that her old friend from college, Marybeth Childs, was coming down from Minnesota for a visit. Looking back perhaps the phrase “going down” might be more accurate. The pair had indulged in a same-sex fling during their university days and while each lady chose to remain hetero, they could never escape the sexual attraction they had for one another. They held little reunions every few years and these visits always included intimate relations. Eva had told Marybeth some good things about me and she was intrigued. Marybeth led Eva know that she was more than willing to include me in their bed. The best part was that Ms Childs visit coincided with Carl being out-of-town, so we would have an entire, uninterrupted weekend of sex play!
In advance of the visit, Eva asked me if I had any connections to score some weed, or better yet some coke. I wasn’t much of a fan of recreational drugs, but since most of my friends were, I told her, no sweat. I turned to my buddy Wayne and after going over the scenario he was happy to give me some supplies of each product from his private stash.
That Friday night, Eva and I picked Marybeth up at Miami International from her 8:30 flight. As she walked towards us from the gate, I gathered my first impressions. Marybeth had what I thought was quite an interesting appearance. It was a look that wouldn’t cause your head to turn, but once you recognized it, was actually very stunning. She was a tall and slender woman. The first thing I noticed about her was her hair. She wore it shoulder length but it was a pure, uniform gray. The color belied her face which was somewhat youthful. Her features were similar the today’s film actress, Maggie Gyllenhaal … unusual but in a certain light absolutely stunning. She dressed kind of conservatively, almost business like in a gray jacket and skirt combination. The only nod to a wilder side was the white blouse that she wore very open. She greeted Eva with an enthusiastic hug, then turned to me and said, “You must be Pete”. She bent into kiss me, slipping me a bit of tongue. I became all the more anxious to get these woman back the house.
When we got to Eva’s place we settled in and had a drink. I then offered up the goodies I’d received from Wayne. Eva rolled a joint and we began to pass it around. I took a few tokes to be sociable but explained that I preferred to be straight to experience the pending, sexual delights. Marybeth was most interested in sampling the cocaine and it’s quality met with her happy approval. Before very long at all the ladies were primed for action.
The three of us entered Eva’s bedroom which she had set up so it was aglow with numerous, small candles. We all began to disrobe. The soft lighting enhanced the erotic mood as I took in my first view of Marybeth’s lovely, naked form. Her breasts were just a tad smaller than Eva’s but very firm. The areola of her right breast was misshapen and was smaller than it’s sister offering contrast to the perfect circle of her left. But even more interesting to me was that she possessed a supernumerary nipple a few inches below that perfect left tit. The curtains and drapes certainly matched and she was somewhat hirsute.
Now Eva was normally very bushy herself, but in anticipation of the weekend she decided to shave her pubic area.
This was my first time attempting a tryst between three people and in all honesty I was kind of unsure of the protocol. Since Eva was the common denominator we positioned ourselves so that she lay in the middle. During the initial foray, Marybeth and I would focus solely on giving Eva pleasure. I moved in to kiss Eva’s lips and Marybeth went to work on her right breast. I fondled and played with the left one as Ms Childs explored Eva’s pubic region with a free hand. Experience had taught Marybeth the best ways to bring off Eva through masturbation. Rather than finger-fuck her, she rubbed Eva’s clitoris with gentle, circular motions. Both of us knew how Eva enjoyed rough play with her nipples. To that end I was sucking it quite strongly, which Marybeth complemented with hard tugging.
After a while, the gals decided that it was my turn for attention. Marybeth laid on the bed so that she was upside down from me, allowing me full, deep entry into her waiting mouth. I was made to lay forward upon her, granting Eva generous access to my testicles, which to tongued and sucked. Marybeth was a much better fellatrix than Eva, eliciting sensations in my cock that I had never felt before. Eva then spread my cheeks and gave me an unexpected but sensual anal rimming. The feeling of her tongue in my ass brought forth fantastic waves of pleasure. I was audibly moaning as the two old friends worked oral magic upon me. I really wanted to hold back but these minxes were far too good at their job. With my dick into her throat, I let loose a torrent of hot sperm that went strait to Marybeth’s stomach.
My erection was spent but my lustful fascination for the intimate acts between the two ladies remained, unabated. As the gals assumed the 69 nine position, I simply stared in awe. These sluts were damned near insatiable! I had always been a fan of girl on girl porn but it was quite another thing to witness it in person. Marybeth broke apart and whispered something to Eva. Eva nodded her head and I soon began watching a sex act that I’d never even heard of before. Ms Childs generously lubed her right hand and then inserted two fingers deep into Eva’s snatch. She gently fingered her to and fro and as she did she pulled her fingers apart. After a bit she had Eva’s cunt loose enough to introduce a third finger into the mix, causing Eva to respond with delighted moans.. Marybeth continued her ministrations as she’d done before, attempting to get her lovers vagina as pliable as possible. Then she removed her hand and shaped it like a duck’s bill. With this form she reentered Eva’s eager cunt until her hand was fully inside. I later learned the act was called fisting but all I knew was that it was driving Mrs. Merle into a sexual frenzy. Eva’s nipples were fully erect and her body glistened with perspiration. After a short while of being fist-fucked Eva began screaming and I watched Marybeth coax her into an orgasm so intense that I thought my fuck buddy would certainly pass out. After Marybeth removed her hand, I intently gazed at Eva’s bald and gaping vagina. The perversity of it all was successful in reawakening my penis back into a rigid state.
As Eva lay recovering, Marybeth gave me instructions on trying an unusual fuck position. It took a little bit of gymnastic ability, but after I entered her cunt, She maneuvered herself so she was literally in an opposite position from me. Imagine both of your hands forming a peace sign and then put them together so the apex of both “v”s join together. That was how we were positioned. The stance was slightly painful for me, as it was bending my penis. This however was outweighed by the unusual sensations the position granted my cock. As I thrust in, areas of my dick were attended to which were not achievable any other way. Likewise my member was pressuring a different path in her body than more standard fucking would achieve. She groaned and her body quaked as this approach made her cum hard.
By now Mrs. Merle had herself recovered. She had Marybeth get on all fours and Eva began tonguing her anus. I then positioned myself similarly so that I could eat Eva’s ass Any initial disgust I had towards this practice disappeared and probed beyond her sphincter as far insid her her as I could get my tongue. The room was filled with a delightful cacophony of moand and animal like noises from the sexy, sexy women.
Eva then demanded that I fuck her in the ass. Although it was somewhat lubricated by my saliva, I still thought it best to add some KY. I dolloped a generous amount on my forefinger and fingered her butthole. The evening was filled with firsts for me and I experienced my first taste of buttfucking. Man, did it ever feel good as I experienced the sensation of my cock climbing into Eva’s tight rectum. Marybeth was watching me intently and sensed that I was getting ready to ejaculate. She had us stop and then had me take her anally. As I fucked her, Eva got behind me and inserted her jellied finger up my ass. She massaged my prostrate and that act caused me to explode a great volume of semen into Ms Childs colon. The perversity was not yet done, because as I withdrew my cock from her gaping asshole, Eva put her mouth upon it and sucked out our combined juices. With a huge grin she swallowed it all down.
At this point we were all three exhausted. We entangled ourselves into a comfortable knot and drifted into deep slumber.
The balance of our weekend found us engaged with a similar round of pursuits. Saturday I witnessed the gals assuming a position not unlike the one Marybeth and I had done. For a while they simply ground their pussies together. Then Ms Childs produced a double ended dildo which the each inserted. The ladies fucked each other with wild abandon. Later a strap on was produced and each woman took a turn being the male.
These overwhelming displays of wild lesbian action induced me into a sexual frenzy and I was open to damned near anything. The gals took advantage of my state and suggested me that I should try anal sex, on the receiving end. The rimming and fingering that I’d had the night before convinced me that the act might be pleasurable and so I agreed. It was Eva that took my cherry and I was astounded at just how good it felt. As she fucked me Marybeth lay beneath me, playing and sucking on my nipples. A while later Marybeth the took her turn sodomizing me with the strap on.
Sunday night we took her back to the airport for her flight home. We all agreed that we needed to do this again. I dropped Eva off at home and I returned home. My entire body was sore from the carnal extremes of the past couple days, but I was overjoyed at having lived out delights that I would have thought impossible.

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Growing up with mom 2

It felt strange doing this with my mother. From the time we woke up until we sat down in the evening for her foot rub/suck, we were just like any other mother and son. It was when we got on that couch that we became something different. Something more. She’d started moaning alot while I rubbed her feet, and especially when I sucked on her toes. We stopped bothering to turn on the tv since neither one of us really paid any attention to it. I tried pulling my cock out one night, so I could jerk it while I sucked her toes, but she stopped me and told me not to. It was like she’d set limits to what we could and couldn’t do, but it wasn’t enough for me. Seeing her pussy glisten every damn night, I couldn’t take much more and I decided to do something about it.
Once I’d reached my decision, I had to wait a few nights to make my move. I continued to masturbate with her nightly, enjoying it immensely, I continued to eat my cum afterwards, just like she did, and thoughts of what I was planning never failed to keep me hard after I’d cum, and we’d end up doing it again. It was the last time she used a dildo that had given me the idea of what to do, watching her, in the throes of passion, how she’d throw her head back as she moaned loudly. I would’ve done it the next night, but she used her fingers for the following four nights.
Finally, my moment arrived. I’d sucked and sucked on her toes. My mouth already familiar with the feel of her toes, but I was no less aroused by the familiarity. She’d taken to wearing socks constantly for two reasons 1. it kept the soles of her feet softer, since they weren’t rubbing on the floor constantly and 2. it made her feet sweat a little more, giving me more to taste when I took them into my mouth. I didn’t say anything, since it was for my benefit that she was doing it, but I have to admit, she looked kind of silly in the mornings, wearing a sexy silky robe with socks. I also missed being able to admire those sexy feet whenever I wanted to, but I knew the benefit of having her wear those socks all day, how much tastier her feet would be at night, how much more intoxicating her scent would be. I’d drunk in the scent while I sucked and sucked on her toes, then finally released her toes from my mouth. She let out a contented sigh and asked me if I was ready to go to bed, as she looked at the tent in my shorts. I smiled and told her that I was, and went to my bedroom. I was already naked as she crawled into her bed, my cock standing at attention. She watched me while she undressed, and I started caressing my cock. She got into her bed while she watched me stroking myself across the hall, then she reached into her nightstand and pulled out a dildo. I almost leapt out of bed, I was so happy. I moved myself closer to the edge of my bed, and watched her take half the dildo into her mouth. She slowly pulled it out, then started to rub the head of it on her already glistening pussy lips. She then took it back to her mouth, and slowly, sensuously licked her pussy juices from the head. Then she started to push it into her mouth, past her lips, past her teeth. She kept pushing it until only the balls of the dildo weren’t inside her and held it there. I could see her throat muscles working around the dildo and briefly wondered if I’d be able to do what I had planned. My thoughts evaporated when she started to slowly pull the dildo out of her mouth. She held it in front of her face and I could see a line of saliva still connecting the head to her lips, I had to fight to keep from cumming at the sight. She started to pinch her nipple with one hand, making it nice and hard, the areola wrinkling up around her hardened nub. She then used the head of the dildo to stimulate the nipple, using it as she often used her finger. Making smaller and smaller circles around her nipples, then rubbing it back and forth across it. With her other hand, she reached down and slid two fingers inside herself, then slathered the other nipple with her pussy juices. She started to move her nipple toward her mouth when she glanced at me, and she froze. My cock was harder than it had ever been. Half of me was watching the show she was putting on for me, the other half was anticipating my plan. She stared hungrily at my veiny cock, hard as steel, pulsating in my hands, and she dropped her breast, the pussy juice smeared on her nipple forgotten, but not by me. She took the dildo into her mouth one more time, to make sure it was wet, it was unnecessary, then she started to slide the dildo into her pussy. She worked it into her pussy just as she had into her mouth, until only the balls were hanging out, then she started to thrust into herself. She pulled it almost all the way out, until only the head of the big rubber cock was inside her, then she slammed into herself. She watched me while I stroked, faster and faster, urged on by the way she almost impatiently fucked herself. Her eyes were full of lust, frozen on my cock. Watching her work the dildo faster and faster, I knew I wouldn’t be able to contain myself much longer. My moans got louder, so did her’s. I let out a loud grunt as I started to cum. I came so hard I saw it shoot past my head and hit the headstand. Any other night, I would’ve been amazed by it, and would’ve gotten on my knees and licked it off the headstand, put on my own show for my mom. She started to cum, and threw her head back, I jumped out of my bed. I crossed the hallway, and into her bedroom. She was really wailing, her whole body was tensed up in orgasm. I glanced at her curled toes, then kneeled at the side of her bed. I leaned over her and placed my mouth on her cum smeared nipple. She grabbed my head with one arm, pulling it to her breasts, holding me tight. I sucked on her nipple, tasting the pussy juice she’d placed there earlier, the juice my rock hard cock had made her forget. I rolled my tongue across her nipple, traced little circles around it like I did to her toes. I worked my other hand between her legs and placed it on her hand. Once I got the rhythm down, I took over with the dildo, and she wrapped placed both her hands on my head, pulling me tighter to her breast. As she started to cum down from her orgasms, I slowed the hand between her legs, and her grip on my head loosened. I continued to suck on her nipple and work the dildo in and out of her slowly until she shuddered one last time. I let go of her nipple, and looked at her face. She was sweaty, her face was flushed, her eyes were closed.
She didn’t open her eyes until her breathing had slowed to normal. Then she tilted her head to look at me and asked me sternly what I was doing there. My resolve almost faltered, but I slowly and gently pulled the dildo from her wet pussy, and held it up as I told her “I came for this.” I told her that what I’d tasted on her nipple was great, but dry, and that I wanted to taste her juices fresh…like she’d done with mine the first night. With that, I started to lick her juices of the dildo, not caring that I was licking a big plastic cock. Her pussy juices were thick, almost as thick as my cum, and she tasted much better. I moaned as I licked all of her juices off the dildo, then stuck it in my mouth and sucked any my tongue might have missed. I then handed it to her, glistening with my saliva. I apologized to her, telling that that was all I’d meant to do, but that the sight of her dried juice on her nipple was too irresistible. I then got up and started walking back to my bedroom.
“Honey, wait.”
I turned back to her, and she motioned me back to her bed. I sat on the edge of it and looked at her.
“Lay down with me.”
I lay down next to her, feeling her hot, sweaty body against mine, I looked at the ceiling. She got on her side, her nipples brushing against my body were almost too much.
“You know we shouldn’t be doing this.”
I nodded.
“I should’ve stopped you the first time I saw you staring at my panties when you were rubbing my feet. But I couldn’t.”
I looked at her, put my arm under her head and pulled her closer to me. Her whole body was now pressed up against me, she let her leg casually fall onto both of mine. My hard cock was up against the top of her thigh.
“It’s been so long since anyone’s looked at me that way, it felt good, seeing the lust in your eyes, the bulge in your pants.” She blushed.
“Mom, you’re gorgeous. You probably get twenty guys staring at you like that when you go get the mail.”
She smiled. “It’s not just that. It wasn’t just lust in your eyes, there was love there, too. I know I can go out every night and find a willing fuck partner, but that’s not what I want. They wouldn’t care about me, they’d just want to get off. Honey, what I’ve been doing is so wrong, on so many levels, I can’t keep using you like this. I knew that eventually, you’d want more, but I just can’t…we can’t do any more. We shouldn’t even be doing what we have been. I’ve just been too weak to stop it. I’m so sorry.”
She put her head on my chest and started to cry. I turned on my side, facing her, our bodies entwined. I held her, and stroked her back, and her hair. I couldn’t help but notice the way her pubic hair tickled my leg. Her sobs slowed down, until she was just sniffling. I tilted her head up to look at me, her eyes were red.
“I love you, mom.”
She smiled at me.
“I love you, too, honey.”
I kissed her chin. I frowned to myself, then asked, “Mom, why is this wrong?”
She stiffened in my arms, “Honey, it’s just not done.”
“How do you know?” I countered.
“What?”
“How do you know it’s not done? Have you talked to anyone about what we’ve been doing, because I haven’t.”
“Well, no, but…”
“Then how do you know that no one does this? And who cares if anyone else does or not? I love you, and you love me, we’re not hurting anyone, why can’t we do this?”
She didn’t say anything.
“Mom…we have something special here. I don’t care if anyone understands or not, I understand, and that’s enough for me. Why throw it away because of what other people might think or because it’s not the normal way these things go? I’ve really enjoyed the past several months. You have an incredible body, I don’t even notice the girls at school anymore, because that’s all they are, girls. I want a woman, I want you. I want someone who loves me, the way only you do. I want to enjoy every aspect of this as much as I enjoyed the baths we used to take together. I’ve always loved the feel of your skin, the sweet scent only you seem to have, that’s why I loved taking baths with you, the comfort you provided by just being you. I love the way your feet feel in my hands and in my mouth, the glances you give to my crotch, the shows you put on for me and me alone. I loved the way you taste, how your nipple felt in my mouth. I love the way your body feels against mine now, the warmth of you. Mom, I love you. How can that be wrong?”
Tears slid down her face.
“Oh, honey!”
We kissed, passionately, with wild abandon. The kisses were so fierce, like we were trying to get into each other, our lips were pushed tight against each other. The kisses got gentler, and we both opened our lips a little. Our tongues got in on the action. I felt her tongue slide past my lips and I met it with mine. When she withdrew from my mouth, my tongue followed into her mouth. She tasted so sweet. I was harder than I’d ever been, laying there, naked, my arms around my naked mother. We started rubbing our bodies against each other. The sweat from out masturbation session turning it into the sexiest slip n slide ever. She reached down and wrapped her fingers around my cock, then started to stroke me. There was still some cum on the head of my cock, since I hadn’t bothered to wipe up in my rush to get into her room before she finished cumming and the feel of her hand on my lubricated cock was too much. I don’t know how long we lay there, our mouths pressed together, tongues darting in and out of each other’s mouth, my hands all over her body, from her ass to her back, then around to her breasts, down to between her legs, and back to her ass, her hand wrapped firmly around my cock, stroking, up and down, up and down. I came moaning into her mouth. She withdrew her tongue, kissed me softly on lips, then on my chin, worked her way down my neck, sucking softly, down my chest, flicking my nipples with her tongue, straight down my stomach, licking up the droplets of cum, until she was staring at my still leaking cock. She licked her lips as she muttered “I’ve been wanting this since the first time I saw it.” She engulfed my cock in her mouth. I could feel her sucking sucking sucking. She kept just the head in her mouth and kept using her hand on the shaft, squeezing, stroking, she was milking me. Nothing had ever felt this good and I wondered if it was possible to die from pleasure.
Slowly, the feelings stopped being as intense, my cock stopped being so sensitive. She refused to let go of my cock. I think maybe she was waiting for me to go soft before she removed it from her lips, but I never started to go soft until I’d come at least four times. I looked at my beautiful mother, sweat glistening all over her body, hair disheveled from our make out session, lust burning in her eyes, her mouth full of my cock. I tried to talk but the intense feelings of her mouth on my cock had robbed me off my voice. I motioned to her what I wanted, and she complied. I just stared for about 10 seconds, then I placed my hands on her ass. I started to massage her ass and watched the way my hands on her ass made the rest of her move. I smiled when I realized that the wetness I was looking at was because of me. Then I started to kiss her thighs, afraid to rush it. I kissed closer and closer to her waiting her pussy, she moaned onto my cock. I placed my tongue on her clit and her sucking intensified. I ran my tongue up, lapping at her like a kitten and she moaned again. Her pussy lips were big, and they stuck out from her body, I couldn’t resist. I sucked them into my mouth, massaged them with my tongue, gently nibbled on them. I wrapped my arms around her legs, so that my hands were on her inner thighs, then I spread her. Her lips opened up for me and I stared at the hole I’d emerged from all those years ago. I picked up my head and worked my tongue into it. I didn’t think it was possible but she tasted even better. I lapped away at her hole, wanting more and more of her juices. I started fucking her with my tongue. After a few minutes of my tongue fucking, I felt her take my cock from her mouth, and she said “My clit, please. Lick my clit, baby.” I stopped fucking her with my mouth and concentrated on licking her clit. I ran my tongue up and down first, and she moaned her enjoyment. Then I tried moving my tongue on her clit side to side, and she sucked harder to show her approval. Encouraged, I started to run my tongue in small circles over and around her clit, and she let my cock slip from her mouth. She ground her pussy into my face, her left hand, still wrapped around my cock, was squeezing almost painfully. I could feel the side of her face on the front of my hip, right next to my cock, and I knew from experience that her eyes were closed. She ground onto my face, muttering unintelligibly, and she squeezed my cock even harder as she squirted onto my face. I eagerly lapped up her juices, wanting to swallow it all. As her orgasm subsided, she again took my cock into her mouth, and started sucking and working her mouth up and down with renewed vigor. If I hadn’t already come twice, I would’ve come before I even got to licking her, but even the two orgasms earlier couldn’t keep me from cumming soon after having her squirt her juices directly into my mouth. She felt my cock stiffen in her mouth and pressed her face fully into my crotch. I could feel her nose against my balls, her chin in my pubic hair, and I started to cum like never before. I felt my cock twitch, launching stream after stream of cum down her throat. I could feel her throat working around the tip of my cock, swallowing each time my cock twitched. She slowly worked her way up my cock, again wrapping her hand around my cock, milking me again. She took her mouth off my cock, and dragged herself so she was laying half on me again. She smiled at me, her eyes half lidded, and let her head rest on my chest.
After a few minutes, I couldn’t take it anymore and had to ask. “Mom?”
“Mm?” She moaned.
“Di-did I do it ok?”
She worked herself up so that she was looking at my face. “Sweetheart, I need you to look at me when I tell you this.”
I saw the serious look on her face, looked into her eyes.
“You father used to love licking my pussy. He really liked sucking my lips into his mouth, like you were doing, and he liked running his tongue from my ass to my pussy and back.”
I looked away, knowing she was going to say that I had a lot to learn, or that I’d disappointed her. She grabbed my face so that I was looking at her again.
“But he never, EVER, listened to me. I’d beg for him to lick my clit and he never would. He said that there was nothing going on there, that the real action was further south. As a result, I never came. So I want you to understand that I am being completely honest when I tell you that not only was it the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had, but it was also the first one that I didn’t have to give myself. If you don’t believe me about it being the most intense, the proof is right there, sweetie.” And she motioned above my head, to the wall. I looked up and realized she hadn’t only squirted my face, but had squirted well beyond, onto the wall above her bed. I grinned foolishly at her face, and her face melted into a grin, too.
“Now, you’re in trouble, because I can get used to cumming like that very quickly, young man.”
I kept smiling as I said “You’d better.”
“You’re cum tastes much better straight from the source, in case you were wondering. I didn’t taste as much as you usually do, since you shot most of it straight down my throat, but I don’t mind milking you for every drop of the sweet cum.” Then she moved up and kissed me.
We started making out again, her hand finding my cock still hard. I rolled us over so that I was on top and pressed myself against her. I could feel her lips against my shaft and started to rub up against her. The head of my cock was rubbing against her clit as her lips soaked my shaft. It felt almost as incredible as being in her mouth. We kept kissing and rubbing until she wrapped her legs around my ass. She shoved her tongue deep into my mouth as she came, her moans muffled by my mouth. I moved slower and slower until we were both laying there, panting, me on top of her, then I lifted myself up onto my hands and knees. She took a hold of my cock and and pulled me until I was pressed up against her pussy. She held me there with one hand, and placed her other on my ass and slowly pulled me into her. I moaned as my cock slid, for the first time, into her pussy. We both looked into each others’ eyes once I was completely inside of her. She smiled up at me and said “Fuck me, baby.”
I started slowly, wanting to make this moment last as long as possible. I began to pull out of her, until only the head was still inside her, then, just as slowly, pushed back into her. I couldn’t keep that up for very long, the feeling of being surrounded so tightly by her pussy making my cock beg for the release of orgasm. I started fucking her harder and harder. The speed at which my cock was going in and out of her wet pussy making squelching sounds. I kept pounding into her, only slowing down when I was about to cum. I didn’t want it to end. The earlier orgasms had taken a toll on me, and I was soon too tired to move anymore. I pulled out of her and lay down, ready to apologize, when she got up and straddled my hips. She smiled down at me, “I prefer being on top, anyway.” She grabbed my cock, lifted herself up, placed me at her hole, and impaled herself on me. She kept herself up a little, preventing me from going all the way in, then she started rolling her hips. I lay there, watching my beautiful mother as she rode my cock, and I realized she was using my cock as I’d so often seen her use her vibrator. I didn’t know it at the time, but she had positioned herself so that the head of my cock was up against her g-spot. She was working herself towards orgasm. I reached up and started rubbing her breasts. Pinching her nipples. Rubbing them. I sat up and started sucking on them as she worked on getting off on me. She stiffened as she started to cum. She pulled my head into her breasts, urging me to suck harder. I felt her squirt around my cock, her juices running down my shaft, onto my balls. As she came down from her orgasm, she relaxed, we both moaned as she slid all the way onto my cock. I lay back, pulling her down with me. I bent my legs slightly, so that my heels were digging into the bed, then I started pumping into her. She moaned anew, the fire of her orgasm reignited with my pumping, and she started meeting my thrusts with her own. She placed her hands on either side of me and started to really thrust down as I thrusted up. Her eyes were still closed, she was moaning constantly, I could feel her pussy convulsing around my cock. It was too much. I swelled inside her, then started filling her pussy up with my cum. She continued to move her pussy up and down my cock, even after I wasn’t able to thrust up anymore. I had to beg her to stop. We lay there, with me still inside her, both of us panting and sweaty.
“I think it’s time for sleep, baby.”
I moaned my agreement, then I felt her moving on the bed.
“Well, almost.”
I opened my eyes when I felt her get on top of me again. Her head was by my cock, and she positioned her legs on either side of my head, her pussy right above my face.
“I’ve been watching you for months now, and every night, you clean up after yourself. You’ve watched me for months, every night I clean up, whether it’s my fingers or my vibrator. Why should tonight be any different?”
That said, she started licking her dried juices off my balls, working her way up towards the head of my cock. I lifted my head and placed my mouth to her pussy, and started sucking on her. I felt her lips in my mouth, and soon tasted my own cum, intermingled with her juices. I stuck my tongue deep inside her as she took my cock into her mouth. I felt her sucking our juices off my cock as I licked and sucked our juices out of her pussy. When we finished, we shared another kiss. Then she laid her head on my chest again.
“I love you, mom.”
“I love you, sweetheart.”
And we fell asleep.

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Deaconstown, CH. 4

I’m going to try and get one more chapter out soon, but then I’ll be out of commission for a while. Not sure if I’ll have the motivation or time to finish the rest, but if someone feels particularly called to finish it themselves, send me a message and we can figure something out. Now, read on.

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Family Circus – Ch. 1

At eighteen and some odd months, my senior year of high school, I was about the same height as I am now, thirty years later. I’ve added a few pounds, well OK, about twenty pounds, in the intervening years and while I was never much of an athlete I’m still in pretty good shape. My biggest concern as I developed into manhood was the size of my penis. It was obviously smaller than my peers and some of the meaner, crueler guys used to make fun of me in the locker room. All through high school I dreaded gym class and the then mandatory showers.
In early June, with only a week to go, I was looking forward to the end of my locker room torment. The closest I’d come to sex besides regular couplings with my right fist, was heavy necking and some petting in the back seat of my old Pontiac. That late May Thursday evening, I took my shower, including a nice leisurely jack, before brushing my teeth and going to bed. As I slid my naked body under the sheets I enjoyed the feel of the cotton against my skin and was asleep pretty quickly, thinking of my coming liberation from the smart assed remarks of my antagonists in the daily locker room sessions.
Startled awake in the darkness of the night, I realized there was somebody else in the room with me – I could hear breathing, slightly raspy, from across the room. Rolling over in my twin bed, I reached for the lamp on my bedside table and turned it on. Immediately I saw her, an old woman sitting in the chair at my desk, watching me intently.
“Who, who the hell are you?” I managed to stutter out after a couple of false starts.
“Doesn’t matter who I am, boy. Only matters what I can do for you,” she said in a soft but authoritative tone. “I understand the boys, the boys at school, they make fun of you?”
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
“Come on, boy. I ain’t got time to play no damn guessing games with the likes of you,” she nearly spat it out. “You knows exactly what I’m talking ’bout, boy. They been teasing you about the size of your damn penis. You stupid men, you’re all little boys when it comes to that. Always worried about the size of that damn thing of yours, ain’t you?” I could feel my face flush as she stood up from the chair and started across the room. With her standing up, I could more nearly make out her size and shape. She looked fairly short and heavy, wearing some sort of flowing, flimsy, gauzy gown that seemed to change hues as it moved with her. It was obvious that she had huge, pendulous tits that swayed behind the gauzy material of her gown as she walked toward me. Standing by my bedside, moving quickly she suddenly snatched the covers off of me and smiled as she looked down at my penis and testicles. “They are a bit on the puny side, boy, but I can do something about that for you. Do you want me to help you out a wee bit in that department, boy?”
“What do you mean,” I stumbled on the words.
“Don’t play stupid with me, you little fucker,” she reprimanded sharply. “I’m asking you if you want a bigger damn prick, and balls to go with it, you little ass.”
“well, yeah, I guess,” I mumbled.
“You guess? You guess, boy?” she spat. “The answer is either yes or no, you little dickhead. This is serious business. I swear, each generation of you fuckin’ men seems to be dumber than the last. Damn, I swear.” Her look was cross and angry as she glared at me. “Well?”
“Yes, I want to be bigger. I want to be bigger than most guys,” I managed to say firmly.
Her face immediately softened to a slight smile as she reached around behind herself and produced a mug of steaming broth. “Here, drink this, boy. It’ll give you the size you’re wanting.” I took the mug from her outstretched hand and sniffed its aroma. It didn’t smell all that bad, mostly like a strong beef and vegetable broth. “Drink it, boy. Drink it now,” she urged. I swigged it down in several large gulps. It was bitter tasting and hot flowing down my throat and made me feel hot in my abdomen.
“Is that all?” I asked. “I just drink that?”
“well no, deary,” she smiled as she said it softly. “Now you need to fuck me, and fuck me good.” As she said it, she moved quickly and her gown fell at her feet. She was heavy with some rolls of fat around her middle and those huge tits sagging down on her belly. I could feel myself beginning to engorge with hot blood in my penis. Looking at my developing erection she laughed. “You dickheads are all alike. Even an old hag like me can get a rise out of you!” Grabbing my penis in her right hand she began jackhammer like strokes that felt like she may tear it off of me. “Here, let’s see if we can work up enough dick to manage to get into me. I like to be satisfied, boy.” As I reached full erection she lifted her leg over, straddled me on the bed, and sat down roughly, guiding my penis into her. “Now stay with me, boy,” she said as she began to ride me like I was a mechanical horse or something. Forward and back, her hips thrusted on me faster and faster. I reached for her tits as they hung down onto my chest, lifting one to my mouth to suck on the huge nipple that was staring at me. She began to moan, a gutteral, animal like moan that seemed to emanate from deep within her as she began to thrust in an even more concerted way. Forward and back, she roughly rode me until she began to shake and tremble. As she stopped her thrusting I could feel her cunt alternately tightening and loosening on my penis, massaging it as I felt myself go over the top.
“Oh damn,” I mumbled as I felt myself cumming within this old woman. Though I’d just jacked off in the shower that evening it felt like I was letting a huge load loose in her cunt, hot, wet. In the waves of orgasm sweeping over me I felt myself letting go, the light of the room blacking out. I was blacking out.
When my alarm went off I awoke with a start. “Damn,” I thought, “That was one hell of a weird fucking dream. Shit, I’ll be glad when school’s over.” Flipping my covers off, I swung my feet off the side of the bed and sat up, scratching my head. As I did, something on my bedside table caught the corner of my eye. Looking at it I probably stopped short pretty fast. It was a heavy, off white china mug. What the fuck? Looking down at my legs I saw it. My penis, it was laying on the bed between my thighs reaching nearly to my knees. What the fuck? It looked oddly shaped until I realized it was lying on my testicles. Lifting it in the middle of its length, the end hung down like a piece of limp rope but what caught my eye was the size of my testicles. They looked like they may be the size of medium limes and my scrotum was enormous, a huge wrinkled sock of loose skin. Jumping up off my bed, my penis and testicles swung back and forth, striking my thighs. My damn penis hung loosely down, about two thirds of the way to my knees. It had to be at least ten inches long, flaccid, with my testicles hanging down a good two thirds its length. Holy shit! I’m some sort of a damn mutant. Pulling on a pair of loose gym shorts I headed for the bathroom to go take a leak.
In the hallway I met my older sister, nearly ran into her as she come out of the bathroom. Backing up, I said, “Excuse me. Gotta’ pee.” I noticed her eyes locked, looking down at my shorts. I followed her gaze, looked down, and discovered that about three or more inches of my penis were hanging out the leg of my shorts and the hem of the leg was bulged by my testicles, clearly visible hanging there behind my penis.
My sister blurted out, “Jesus, little brother. Is that what I think it is?”
“What the fuck do you think, Vickie?” I asked as I shoved past her and shut the bathroom door behind me. Pulling off my shorts, I tried to take a piss and manage to ring the toilet bowl, having a bit of trouble until I figured out where to grasp that damn snake between my legs to aim it accurately. Done with the piss, I looked at myself in the mirror. “Shit,” I thought, “I’ve never seen anything like this!”
Leaning into the shower, I turned on the water and adjusted it before climbing in and closing the glass shower door behind me. Standing in the warm water I looked down at my penis and testicles again. Where the fuck did they come from? Was the old hag in the room for real?
I heard a knock on the door. “Bobby, you OK?” I heard my mother ask.
“Yeah, Mom, I’m fine,” I replied.
“Can I come in?” she asked.
“I’m in the shower, Mom.”
“I know, Bobby. Vickie told me you had a problem,” Mom replied.
“I’m fine, Mom,” I told her but the bathroom door was opening anyway. Before I knew it she was in the bathroom, looking at me through the clear shower door.
“What’s going on, Bobby?” she asked.
I turned off the shower and toward her so she could see me. Sliding the door back, I looked down at my mutant organs and said, “This, Mom.”
Her eyes bulged as they locked on the sight. “Oh my,” she gasped out. “When did that happen?”
“I woke up like this just this morning,” I told her.
“That’s not normal, Bobby. Something’s wrong. I want you to see Dr. Vernon, today,” she said. “Today’s a good day since you don’t have school. Do you want me to call for an appointment with her?”
“Yeah, Mom,” I replied. “That’s fine.” She left the bathroom and I returned to my shower, washing up, washing that snake and my hanging testicles carefully. Dried off and back in my bedroom, I pulled on boxer shorts and my jeans. Big mistake. The jeans were too tight, hurting my oversize nuts and the legs were too tight on my thighs for my penis to hang comfortably down the left leg. Shit. I pulled the jeans off just as Mom tapped on my bedroom door and opened it. I was standing there with my penis and testicles hanging out the left leg of my boxer shorts and saw Mom’s eyes stop at the sight. She looked like she was trying to maintain eye contact with me but couldn’t prevent her eyes from drifting back down to the sight of my penis hanging out of my shorts.
“Dr. Vernon can see you at 10:30. Do you want me to come with you?” she asked.
“Whatever you want to do, Mom,” I told her as I turned toward my chest of drawers to pull out a folded pair of cargo pants. They fit more loosely and were comfortable. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw that depending on how I was standing, my new equipment was either very obvious or not quite so obvious. Getting more accustomed to moving around in my new state, I sat down on the side of the bed, pulled on socks and tied my sneakers. Grabbing a T-shirt I headed down the hall toward the kitchen.
Vickie was sitting at the table. She looked up with a funny grin and asked, “Going to the doctor, Bobby?”
“Yeah, Vickie. I am,” I replied as I poured myself a bowl of shredded wheat. Mom was drinking a cup of coffee and looking at the morning paper.
She looked up and told me, “We need to get going soon if we’re going to get to the doctor’s office on time.”
“Sure, Mom.”

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Past life-A mother and her daughters boyfriend

For most people, life generally plods along at a fairly mundane and unexciting pace. For another breed of person, life is altogether more exciting, with the continually travelled highway producing many a twist and turn along the way.
Kate Howard, if asked would place herself in the first category. For the most part this was how it had always been for Kate. She neither asked nor expected of much and in may ways was as happy as she could be with her life. All in all a few ups and downs, yes, but usually fairly uneventful. She had certainly never believed one day something she’d done in the past would come back to haunt her, yet a few weeks ago that’s exactly what happened.
It had been a Friday evening and Kate was at home with her hubby enjoying a relaxing evening drink, looking forward to the weekend ahead when her daughter Shelly suddenly put in an unexpected appearance.
As was he usual way, she had let herself into the house and suddenly appeared at the entrance to the lounge before announcing she had someone to introduce to them.
Unknown to her at the time, it was an evening Kate was going to remember well for a few moments later this guy stepped past her daughter into the room where Kate’s heart had immediately skipped several beats.
As her daughter began to make the introductions Kate’s mind was already elsewhere….reeling with a mix of shock and emotion. The simply fact was, she hadn’t needed to be introduced. She already knew who he was and like her, Kate could see the recognition written all over his face. Even now she could remember her daughters words ringing in her ears as she said… “This is Rob Mum!”
Through shock, Kate had almost blurted out how she knew who he was, but fortunately she’d managed to get a grip of herself in time. She smiled as she took his hand and shook it, though even then her mind was still spinning as a fuzzy haze of thoughts ran through her head. She needed another drink and quick and excusing herself by asking if they too would like a drink.
With her daughter and Rob saying they would both like a coffee, Kate made her way from the room.
She went through to the kitchen and tried to compose herself as her mind replayed almost in an instant just how it was she had come to know Rob.
A year or so earlier Kate had worked part time, three evenings a week in a fast food take-away. It wasn’t much of a job and didn’t pay too well but it was one she enjoyed for it got her out of the house as well as allowing her to meet people. One such being Rob.
Most Fridays he would call in for something to eat after the pubs had turned out. He and his friends were always quite boisterous and therefore eye catching but it had been Rob who Kate had really noticed. He was a little quieter than his friends and for reasons she wasn’t able to explain she found herself attracted to him, helped in no small part by the fact he would chat to her on his own while his friends continued to laugh and joke with the rest of the staff.
Over the weeks she got to know him a little better and surprised herself by finding she would always look forward to working a Friday and would have half an eye on the clock wondering if he would come in….and when he did her heart would always miss a beat, for apart from his good looks she also found his somewhat rugged nature attractive.
Of course nothing was ever going to come of it. One reason being she was more than twice his age, while a second, more important reason was, she was a married woman.
Even so, each Friday she acted and felt the same and though she might not have cared to admit it…Friday nights became quite a highlight for her.
Then one Friday she’d been looking at the clock as usual but the hands had moved on and on and so far that evening he hadn’t turned up. She’d been more than a little disappointed for in some ways she had hoped like her, he too had looked forward to their chats.
The clock continued to tick on and her boss was almost ready to close up when he’d suddenly appeared, this time unusually, without any of his friends in tow. He’d approached and had asked if there was any chance of anything to eat and she had smiled and said yes.
There had been a few items left that they would usually have thrown out. Nothing too exciting but she had wrapped them for him and had told him there was nothing to pay.
He’d thanked her and left leaving Kate to clear up the few remaining items before wishing her boss a goodnight.
When she’d got outside she found Rob leaning up against the wall a few shops down, eating his take-away. She hadn’t known it then but he’d been waiting for her.
For a few minutes they had chatted and when Kate began making her way to where she had parked her car, he had politely followed.
Their chat had been about nothing in particular, just pleasantries, nevertheless Kate always found his conversation relaxed, his manner always putting her at ease.
It had been as she stood by her car, as she’d looked for her keys in her bag, that he’d taken her completely by surprise by asking her out for a drink.
The reality was, she should have said no! She should have reminded herself it would be foolish for she was happily married. Instead she’d accepted. She wasn’t completely sure why, she guessed a combination of things, not least of all because she felt flattered that someone so much younger showed an interest in her.
She had driven home that night, butterflies in her tummy at having arranged to meet him for a drink in the middle of the next week….wondering what it was she was going to tell her hubby.
In the end she found it altogether easier to lie. She told her hubby she was going out with a friend…..and convinced herself it was as much the truth as not.
Rob, as pre-arranged, had picked her up at the bottom of her road and they’d driven out a little way to a country pub.
The evening had gone well and relaxed in his company, Kate had almost regretted it when he’d said it was time to get her home. By then of course she had found out so much more about him and, him her. One such being he now knew she was married. It had pleased her to know this fact hadn’t bothered him.
There was only the one route back to where she lived, so when a few minutes into the journey Rob had pulled off the main road down one of the many country lanes that abounded, Kate had already guessed he’d had ulterior motives. Again, she might have used that moment to have asked what he was doing and to have informed him she needed to get home but she’d had a fair bit to drink that evening, which in turn had made her feel quite aroused in his company and in truth, she found the idea of a detour more than a little exciting as she contemplated just what he had in mind.
They’d parked up, well off the beaten track, in a quiet lay-by where, despite Kate’s semi unease, they had chatted for a good five minutes about all things in general.
Then, as is usual with many conversations, there then followed a quiet lull. It had been during this lull, he had leaned over and kissed her.
In part, it had been unexpected, yet at the same time Kate knew his reason for taking her there was not so they could chat and when she’d felt him move towards her, when she felt his lips on hers, she’d melted.
If it was the situation… the fact he was so young….the intimacy of the location.. or if it were all of those reasons, in truth she didn’t know All she did know was, he had a kissing manner about him that was so so erotic and though every part of her mind knew she should have objected, she did nothing to stop him, even when his hand moved over her breasts and started to fondle and pet her.
When Kate next looked at the clock on the dashboard, it was to remind her just how long ago they had left the pub and just how long they had been parked up.
They had been there over half an hour. Half an hour spent kissing…snogging like a pair of teenagers on their first date…. Half an hour of exploring one another’s bodies with their hands.
It had gone no further than just that when Kate reminded him he had to get her back home……Then later when he’d pulled up outside her cottage, while she was still sitting in his car, she’d told herself it could never happen again….. but when he’d turned to ask if he could see her again, she had said yes.
They’d met the following week…..he’d picked her up again…the same guilt ridden lies to her hubby and this time Kate had known full well what Rob had had in mind when, once more they’d turned off the road on the way home.
This second time though was different…..No small talk….. When he’d switched off the engine he had immediately leaned over to kiss her….and she’d been more than happy to welcome the feel of his lips against hers.
Their lips had met…gently at first…gossamer like, light pecks…..each of them wanting to savour the illicit encounter for as long as they could, yet such was their desire for one another it hadn’t lasted.
Within moments Kate had opened her lips to accept his probing, darting tongue where her quiet moans of pleasure heightened as their lips and tongues clashed together with a frenzy Kate had not experienced before.
Their lips locked in passion, their mouth’s opened as each greedily accepted one another’s tongues and as Kate’s hands held onto the back of Rob’s neck, Rob’s were roaming over and over her body getting her far more aroused than in truth she’d wanted too….but despite this…despite her misgivings she let him continue … and though it went against all her principles, though she’d kept telling herself ‘No! No! No!’….such was their passion that she allowed him to lead her outside….she let him ease her back over the bonnet.
The guilt…the fears…resurfaced tenfold but, flattered that someone so young was attracted to her…..She had given in and had let him HAVE her.
That night returning home, such was her guilt, Kate was sure her hubby would take one look at her and know instantly everything that she’d done. She’d felt guilt like never before.
As luck would have it, her hubby was already in bed asleep when she got in. She’d sat alone in the kitchen, drinking a strong black coffee, vowing to herself she would never allow it to happen again………..but it did……over and over week in week out him driving to “their” spot where he’d kiss her….seduce her…..and finally just as he’d always do……where he’d Fuck her before taking her back home to her hubby.
Now here she was, stood in her kitchen…Her body trembling…Her worse nightmare come true…..Her ex lover dating her daughter for Christ sakes!!!!
Kate moved towards the sink, her intention to splash cold water over her face in an attempt to bring herself out of this dream. As she did so she almost “sensed” someone behind her.
Kate slowly turned to see Rob stood there and all at once her body shook with a mix of excitement and fear.
She stepped past him and pushed the kitchen door closed, not wanting anyone else to hear what she had to say.
“How could you Rob?” Her voice filled with venom.
“What?? How could I what?”
“You know damn well what! Date Shelly! MY DAUGHTER!” she said, her voice rising with the anger she felt.
“And you think I knew that did you?”
“Well didn’t you?” she hissed.
He smiled. “Yes! OK! I guess I had an idea, but I wasn’t certain.”
“Well you’re going to have to put a stop to it!” Kate retorted.
“Why should I do that Kate? You and me are over with aren’t we? You ended it all?” He said stepping closer. “So what does it matter that I’m now seeing your daughter?”
His words suddenly hurt… All at once she felt an inexplicable rush of jealousy.
“End it Rob! I mean it!” She urged him.
“What and hurt Shelly? Is that what you really want Kate? Besides! What does it matter if it’s all over between us?”
He stepped closer still and eased his hands onto her waist, his fingers making small circular movements against the soft fabric of her pink cardigan.
“Or isn’t it Kate? Is that what you’re afraid of? That you will give in to me again? Hmmmm! I must admit Kate. I quite like that idea…. Having both Mother and daughter!!!” he teased.
“You Bastard Rob!” She hissed at him as she tried to pull away but his hands held her waist firm.
“Admit it Kate! You and I should never have ended! The two of us were meant for one another. So what’s it to be? Do I simply carry on seeing your daughter? In which case of course, you will have to live with the fact I am screwing her? Or do you want some of the same?”
Kate again tried to pull away but this time his left arm slid around her back, the other over her breasts. As he started to fondle so Kate began to moan.
“Stop it Rob!” she told him.
At the sound of her words, Rob eased back
“Why Kate? When you and I both know you want this as much as I do?”
Suddenly, before Kate could move Rob quickly leaned in towards her and pressed his lips firmly on hers.
“UMMMmmmmmmph!” Kate protested, her hands coming up against his chest in an attempt to push him away.
Rob held his ground continuing to kiss her, his hands holding her waist tightly. Finally he pulled back, breaking off the kiss as he stared into her eyes.
“Just let me go!” Kate hissed at him.
Again Rob made no move to ease away. Kate could feel his eyes on hers as thoughts of the lay by came flooding into her mind. He started to lean towards her once more, her eyes now darting continuously from his eyes to his lips.
“Rob Stop! Pleaseeee!” Kate pleaded, trying to move her head back as his face drew closer. Closer still until their lips were touching…lightly, before sealing together in a firm passionate embrace.
“Mmmmmm!” Rob moaned, enjoying the feel of her lips once more.
“Uhhhmmmmmph!” Kate mewled, as she tried to use her hands on his chest to push him away, but it was half hearted……even so, with her pushing against his chest again Rob leaned back, breaking the embrace of their lips as he looked into her eyes.
Kate stared back.
Rob leaned close once more, bringing his lips close to hers.
“Please Rob No!” she whispered, as she moved her head back, but not far enough to avoid his lips as they homed in on hers. Kate moaned and just as their lips touched, hers parted.
They stood there, in her kitchen, Rob moving his lips greedily against hers, Kate moaning softly, her daughter and hubby no more than yards away in the lounge. The risk either could walk in at any moment more than a possibility.
The kiss grew in passion as Rob pressed his lips against hers, receiving nothing by way of a protest.
“Ummmmmmmm!” Kate moaned, her eyes closing, her body relaxing as she melted into his arms.
With her initial tension eased, Rob finally moved back, breaking the kiss for a moment, allowing his eyes to look her up and down, as if to remind himself just how good it had once been for them.
Slowly he moved back in and began brushing his lips against hers before backing off. He looked into her eyes where he could see the re-ignited lust. Steadily he moved close once more.
Through partly closed eyes, Kate watched as Rob’s lips came closer and closer. Then, when no more than an inch apart Kate leaned in, meeting him half way in a steamy kiss!
“Mmmmmm!” Kate moaned as Rob pressed his lips firmly against hers, her hands now upon his waist as she returned his kiss.
They gradually pulled back, their lips slipping away from one another, each choosing this moment to catch their breath as they gazed into one another’s eyes.
Kate’s hands snaked their way up along Rob’s muscular arms and shoulders until they came to rest at the back of his neck, while his fingers caressed the soft fabric of her top up and down her back. They stood there staring at one another, their breath ragged.
“Ohhhh, Rob…..we..can’t!” Kate whispered.
Rob didn’t answer, instead leaned in again. Kate responded, meeting his body halfway, her arms wrapping around his neck as their lips parted, ready for another hoot steamy snog.
Their lips meshed, their heads twisting in unison, too and fro as their mouths opened and closed.
Kate’s mind tried to resist, tried to fight her emotions, aware this was all so wrong but as soon as his tongue swept into her mouth she was lost.
Their bodies fused together, their open mouths feeding on one another’s tongues as their embrace continued. Kate’s arms tightened around Rob’s neck as his muscular arms snugly squeezed around her waist, drawing her smaller frame to his. The kiss continued forever, as if neither one wanted to be the first to stop. The kitchen was filled with the sounds of moans, of passion and the sloppy, smacking sounds of open, wet kisses.
Moments later, with guilt rushing headlong through her mind, Kate pulled her lips free of his.
“Ohhh God! Rob…….This has to stop….We can’t do this!” she hissed, yet even before her words had escaped her lips Kate knew she was never going to be able to stop. Her words were already contradicted by the movement of her hands up and down his strong back.
Just then Rob leaned close and started to lick and suck upon the soft skin of her neck.
“Ohhh God! Nooooo!” Kate mewled, but again her body refused to heed her own words as she tilted her head back in order to expose more of her neck to the pleasures of his lips and tongue.
Rob ran the tip of his tongue up along the underside of her neck, to just below her chin. It was all Kate could do was stand there and moan softly, the light touch of his tongue pure heaven to her bodily desires.
He slid his tongue onto her chin then with a little smile, closed his lips and started to lick and suck.
Kate’s hands scrambled up the length of his back as her body grew more and more aroused. He slid his mouth higher still, until she could feel the heat of his breath upon her own, fleshy, needful lips.
She reached up and grabbed him around the back of his head…her lips meeting his…..returning his kisses with interest….a passion she had only ever experienced with him.
She lunged…pulled back….lunged again…forcing her tongue deep into his mouth, loving the way he sucked hard upon it, just as she would a cock.
She pulled back then lunged again, this time her head twisting one way then the other as the two of them appeared to fight for supremacy.
Again they broke from the embrace. Both of them gasping, each of them having to draw in lungfuls of air. Again Rob looked deep into her eyes. He could see the lust. He groaned out loud as it suddenly struck him he had missed her more than he cared to remember.
He reached out then pressing his hands against her shoulders, pushed her firmly back against the wall. Kate groaned, aware their lust fuelled desire had reached fever pitch yet at the same time, more than aware her hubby and daughter were still only a matter of feet away, that either or both could walk in on them at any given moment.
If Rob were sharing the same thoughts as Kate he didn’t show it. Using his hands to pin her wrists above her head, keeping her pinned against the wall he kissed at her tongue…her mouth…..her lips….her neck…..all the while her whimpering belying the true depth of her pleasure. Whimpers that steadily increased as Rob’s lips moved down her neck and on down to her tits….tits that were heaving up and down now through pure excitement…pure unadulterated lust and arousal….moving in and out with each gasping breath, pushing firmly against the soft fabric of her sexy top…bringing her swollen nipples into play as each strived to outdo the other in how far they could penetrate the soft fabric.
Kate too could sense it…could feel her nipples filling with blood, swelling with desire..in urgent need of attention….attention only Rob’s lips could give.
No longer able to fight him. Unable to resist the urgent need her body had for his attentions, Kate raised her voice.
“Ohh God! Yeeeessss! Suck them Rob! Suck my tits you Fucking Bastard!!!” she cried. the filth coming from her lips a sure sign she was no longer in control of her own desires.
Rob didn’t need to be told twice. He responded immediately, dropping a hand from her wrists, he pushed it onto her left breast, massaging his fingers deep and hard into the soft fabric of her top, hard enough that he left indentations in the material where his fingers had strayed He leant forward, still massaging her tit and closed his lips around the ever swelling nipple that protruded through her top. He sucked…..and nibbled and kissed……teasing first one, then the other nipple to attention…..
Held against the wall it was all Kate could do was stand there and suffer the pleasure of his hands, mouth and lips upon her tits and nipples.
Finally, breathless and gasping for air he broke free, letting go of her wrists, her body.
For a moment Kate looked into his eyes as she wondered where this was all going to end. She was all too aware that at some point it would…but for so long without him she was determined it wasn’t going to be now.
As his body moved against hers once more her lips parted in readiness to accept his long, snake like tongue. Again her groans were turned to muffled whimpers as she swallowed his tongue whole, this time raising her leg and wrapping her foot around his outer thigh before started to grind her body hard into his, loving the sensation of dry Fucking him here in her own kitchen.
Again and again Kate’s mind willed her to stop. Willed her to think of her hubby…her daughter…..and of the disaster that would befall them all should either walk in……but try as she might she wasn’t able to overcome the feelings her pussy was generating up and down her body. She was on fire…..and all because of Rob. She couldn’t help herself…for she now knew all along, these past months she’d been kidding herself. Fooling herself into thinking she didn’t need him. But she did! She needed those lips of his…his tongue. She needed the feel, the closeness, the warmth of his body…..and most of all she now realised……Yes!She needed his cock!!!
Again she responded, fighting back his slippery tongue to force hers deep into his mouth. Like her, he licked….sucked…..lapped…..as if searching for a long lost need. It was too much… it pushed Kate over the edge.
Gasping, groaning… grunting her desires deep into his mouth her hand slipped to his crotch where her fingers sought for and found his manhood….
“Ohhhhh FUCK!” she moaned into his mouth, not that he’d have understood what she was saying for the words were quickly lost down his throat.
She started to stroke him…hard, firm, intense, passion filled strokes…..
He pulled away from her lips and looked down at her hand. Like her, he was more than aware of the risk the two of them were taking but for his part, more than prepared to continue.
“That’s it Katie! Stroke it!” he demanded, then wanting to fuel her desire added.
“Go on! Stroke the cock that’s been Fucking your daughter!!! Is that what you want Katie? Or would you rather it was you that I Fucked?”
With her right hand still attending his cock she used her left hand to draw him in close where, opening her mouth she sucked greedily on his eager tongue once more…….not wanting to respond to his question for she knew he already had the answer.
Outside beyond the kitchen, past the dining room, inside the lounge, hubby and daughter were still chatting. With him working away from home most of the time, they had not seen one another in a while and had much to catch up on. Neither of course had any idea what was taking place inside the kitchen.
Inside the kitchen the two of them parted. Rob again appearing mesmerised by the rise and fall of her breasts beneath her close fitting top. He witnessed too the quick sly glance towards the utility room door. He didn’t need to hear the words…
He eased back, took a hold of her hand and lead her inside. Once there, he turned and both closed and locked the door behind them. As he turned back he smiled for HIS Katie, as he’d come to regard her, had already dropped down on her knees.
He groaned as she leant forward and started to kiss at his crotch over his trousers. He closed his eyes as she leant back a little while slipping open the button on his trousers before starting to undo his zip. His mind whirled. He smiled as he pictured a Rosie future ahead for himself….after all…how many guys could boast of the chance of Fucking both Mother and daughter.
Unaware of Rob’s thoughts, Kate slid open his zip, eased open his trousers and eagerly slipped her hand inside to run her fingers up and down a pair of sexy, well fitted briefs. Just feeling his cock like this caused her mind to fill with memories of their affair all those months ago. For now though, it felt just like yesterday for it seemed as if they were picking up so so easily from where they had left off.
Kate pulled his trousers down past his hips and looked up towards his face just as she used to do all those months ago remembering how much he liked to watch her sucking on his, as she remembered then, giant cock. Her memories hadn’t failed her. He was every bit as well endowed as she remembered.
Kate continued to kiss upwards. Her lips moving sensuously over the smooth cotton, along the outline of his shaft, teasing, pleasuring until her lips alighted against his knob, a knob so well defined she could see it’s shape clearly beneath his briefs.
She heard him moan…just as he always used to, as she teased her tongue back and forth and around and around his plum like helmet, wetting the cotton briefs with her own saliva.
“Ohh baby! That’s it Katie! Shit! I have missed this from you. That’s just one of the things I always loved about you Katie. You were always such a good little cocksucker! Come on baby get it out! Get it out and let me feed you my cock!!!”
Kate groaned at the way he was talking to her. It was just as he always used to…pure filth…talking to her as if she were some wanton, little tart…but she already knew, when it came to his cock, that’s just what she was…a dirty little tart who just couldn’t get enough..either then, all those months ago, or now….for even now, even though here he was going out with her daughter she felt this cock belonged to her.
Still looking up into his eyes she pulled down his briefs allowing his massive erection to leap free and, for the first time in months there is was, his magnificent beast in all its glory.
“OHHH Shit!” she whimpered quietly as she wondered how it had ever been she could have given this monster up?
Kate looked straight at it as her right hand peeled down his foreskin, groaning as she witnessed his juicy, purple coloured, plum shaped knob ease into view, shivering with pure excitement as she saw it was already coated in a thick clear precum. She leant forward, opened her lips and closed her mouth around his massive cock head sucking as she did, sucking his sweet tasting precum into her mouth…teasing the tip of his knob as she did, with her tongue.
This, together with the knowledge his girlfriend and her hubby were not far away had Rob feeling more aroused than ever.
“Ohhh that’s it baby…just as I remember… Gobble you dirty Fucking whore! Gobble me off! I want to cum in your mouth you dirty Fucking tart!!”
Kate groaned, with her mouth filled with meat she couldn’t reply. Instead, with his words of encouragement egging her on she started to slide her lips up and down, her head bobbing as she took more and more of his cock into her mouth with each downward movement.
Above her Rob almost snarled then started to rock from his hips, his movements in rhythm with hers until he was forcing the whole of his length deep down her sweet throat.
He reached down with both hands and combing his fingers through her hair he twisted and pulled, pulling her head back and forth onto his cock. He was Fucking her now…Fucking her sweet little mouth. He groaned out loud as he realised his cock was finally back where it belonged….in HIS Katie’s sweet mouth.
More aroused than ever Rob tilted her head back so she had little choice but to look up at him. Kate knew what she must look like…a whore..a dirty, filthy, cocksucking whore but she didn’t care for she knew this was where she belonged….on the end of his magnificent cock. Oh yes she didn’t need to be told she was married, nor that he was seeing her daughter! ‘Fuck them!’ she thought. She needed this far more than she needed them.
She eased his cock from her mouth, drawing a mix of precum and saliva which attached itself to both her lips and his helmet like an umbilical chord. She smiled, then looking up at him, used her right hand to smear the mix lasciviously back down the length of his shaft.
She glanced briefly at the locked utility room door, more than aware of how much time had passed since she’d left her hubby and daughter in the lounge. She didn’t need to be told the risk they were both taking…especially so given how long they had been gone but as much as she knew it was wrong, her mind was now being controlled by the sensations her pussy was sending out.
“Remember this Rob?” she grinned. “Remember how you used to love Katie sucking on your lovely big balls?”
Kate didn’t wait for an answer, she ducked her head between his thighs and closed her lips around one of his balls rolling her tongue around and around as she gently sucked. She released it only to do the same to his other. She sucked and licked and teased, his moans and groans informing her they were steadily filling with spunk…..rich creamy spunk.
She pulled back and looked up into his eyes, happy in the knowledge she’d maintained her ability at getting him so so turned on. She started to massage his balls using the tips of her fingers as she teased her tongue along the underside of his shaft.
“Ohh baby yes!” she murmured, licking her way up his shaft. “Come on baby fill these big balls for me. You know how much Katie loves your spunk.
Rob groaned, the sound of her words adding to his arousal. God how he loved her talking so dirty.
“Come on baby spunk for me!” she continued. “Give Katie a spunk bath just like you used to….Cum over my face you Fucker!”
Kate continued sliding her tongue up and down his shaft as her fingertips manipulated his balls.
“Ohhh Rob! I have so missed the way you can spunk…!” she moaned.
Rob’s groans increased and down below he could feel his cock start to twitch. He couldn’t help but reach for it causing Kate to squeal with delight as she saw him close his thick fingers around the even thicker girth of his cock
His mind now switched off, his actions run solely by the cock throbbing between the grip of his fingers. He started to wank.
“Ohhh yes!…That’s it honey! WANK IT! Ohhh Shit I so love watching you wank! Go on big boy! Toss yourself off for me! I want your cum…. I want it all over my dirty, cocksucking lips…..Now Rob! Come on…WANK IT!” she cried.
Kate watched as Rob’s eyes rolled back, his lids closing. Her own eyes fluttered then opened wide, enjoying the thrill of watching his strong fingers wrapped around his cock as his hand jerked up and down. He groaned and Kate got ready for what she knew was about to happen. Her fingertips felt his balls tighten…his cock started to twitch and suddenly, just as it used to be all those months ago a thick stream of spunk arced across the short divide between them splashing across her face. A second….a third… a fourth….Kate reached for his cock brushing his hand aside and opening her mouth she pointed his cock at it.
“COME ON BABY! FEED ME! FEED ME YOUR CUM YOU DIRTY LITTLE FUCK!”
As Rob fired his spunk into her mouth so she leaned forward and closed her lips around his knob wanting to feel his pulsing dick and wet creamy spunk shooting down her throat.
Kate started to suck, her head bobbing up and down as she milked the last of his spunk from his huge mushroomed shaped knob. Her eyes glanced sideways, towards the mirror than ran almost from floor to head height. She mewled as she saw her own reflection looking back at herself and now like Rob she could see just what a cocksucking whore she truly looked.
She slid her lips up and down his shaft, watching herself, watching his cock disappearing then re-appearing into her mouth. She was watching a slut, a real dirty little cocksucking slut, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was her ability in still being able to please him.
Again her mind reeled. ‘Christ!’ she thought to herself! ‘What in God’s name had possessed her to finish with him? Why on earth had she allowed a cock like this to slip from her grasp’.
Kate didn’t know…..all she knew was she was being given this second chance. A chance to redeem herself and it was one she had no intention of wasting.
Her eyes averted from the mirror, now entirely centred on Rob she got to her feet and as she looked him in the eye she felt that oh so familiar tingle. The one she always got when he’d look at her with that “I’m going to Fuck you look”
Her lips were inches from his. She slipped a hand to the back of his neck pulling him close, aware her face still showed the tell tale signs of his explosion.
“Kiss me Rob!” she purred.
He slid his hand to his neck and pulled hers away. He gripped her other hand then forcefully pushed her back against the wall pinning her there.
“I was right wasn’t I Katie? You’ve regretted finishing it? You’ve missed this cock haven’t you? You’ve missed the feel of it being shoved hard in and out of your cunt?” he demanded to know as he held her there, firmly against the wall.
“Ohhh God yes!” she replied
He pushed his lips hard onto hers and for a full thirty seconds she was transported back to all those months ago…to a time when that’s just how they snogged…. with passion…lust…a real animal like lust… He licked…kissed…snogged….lunged….their heads in unison with one another’s, their mouths opening and closing as each gave and received a sloppy, wet, French kiss and all the while he just pinned her there against the wall, the feeling of helplessness compounding her arousal.
Finally he pulled free and pressed his lips close to her ear. She could hear his breath coming in short sharp gasps, echoing her own and she groaned at the sound of his whispered words.
“Tell me Kate? So how does it feel? How does it feel knowing I have been using this cock on your daughter? That she’s been spreading those sweet sexy legs of hers and letting me Fuck this big hard cock right up her cunt?”
He pressed a hand firmly over her left breast, ,mauling it roughly as if wanting to let her know he was in charge.
“I Fucked her today Kate.” he continued. “I Fucked your daughter just before we came round. She was screaming for me to stop Kate. She was begging me, but I wasn’t having any of it. I knew we were coming round to see you and I wanted to be able to tell you I had just screwed her.”
“You Bastard Rob! You Fucking Bastard!” Kate hissed back at him… “You can’t do this…you have to stop seeing her…!”
Rob’s smile broadened into a huge grin.
“Oh but I can Katie….and I will. I’m going to make you suffer Kate for finishing us off. Every time I Fuck your bitch of a daughter I am going to tell you all about how good she was…how eager she was to please…and believe me Kate she’s as eager for this cock of mine as you are. Yes Kate! She’s just like her Mum…a dirty little cockloving tart!!!”
“You Shit Rob!”
“Ohhh Kate! I’m really going to enjoy this. I’m really going to enjoy Fucking you both…cos that’s what you deserve, isn’t it bitch???”
“Yes…..No….oh God I don’t know…..” Kate whined.
“Well how about remind you Kate. Turn around and bend over. Go on! I want to show you how, less than an hour ago I was Fucking your horny bitch of a daughter!”
Kate groaned as she looked towards the locked door. Time had moved on since the had both left the lounge. She could barely understand how one or the other had not come out to check on what was taking them so long, even so, she could no more resist him than stop breathing. She did as she was told, turned and found herself leaning over the sink.
Behind her she felt his hand on her skirt….felt him tugging it high up over her arse. She waited…pensive..aware of his recovery powers, aware of what she was about to receive.
Rob pushed into her body, his outline moulding perfectly to hers and again whispered into her ear.
“That’s it you bitch…spread them just like Shelly does for me. I want to remind myself just who is the better Fuck!!!!”
“Ohhh Fuck you!” she hissed as she opened her legs wide for him. “Just do me you Bastard!!! Just Fuck that great big prick of yours hard up my cunt! I’ll show you who’s better!”
Kate bent forward, the whites of her knuckles showing as her hands gripped tight on the edge of the sink, waiting in anticipation, yet deep down knowing just what to expect. That she was about to be taken to heaven and back.
She groaned as Rob began rubbing his huge knob over her open cunt lips. She spread wider and gasped out loud as he began pushing it into her willing cunt.
She adjusted position, spreading even wider in an attempt to accommodate his cock and as he pushed deeper, it was yet another reminder of just how big he was and what it was he used to do to her.
She closed her eyes……and started to rock back and forth. God how she’d missed this cock and she was going to show him just how much. She was going to prove to him beyond doubt that she was his once again….and if it were possible……that he would no longer feel the need to Fuck her daughter though somewhere deep inside her mind, as much as Kate didn’t want to accept it, she sensed that Rob planned to continue with her daughter for as long as he could. She was mature and experienced enough to know the idea of Fucking both Mother and daughter was never likely to lose its appeal.
Behind her Rob had hold of her waist as he slowly eased more and more of his cock into Kate’s horny wet snatch. He eased out, until just the head of his knob was held between her cunt lips, then patiently fed it back in…deeper this time, her juices helping his entry.
Kate tipped forward, her pussy gripping hard on his shaft, her cunt walls able to feel every nuance, every throb of his veiny, rock hard cock and though he had barely started, already she could sense the onsetting climax.
“Ohhh Shit Yes! Do me Rob! Fuck me good and hard!” Kate gasped.
As he eased back once more she tipped further forward, her hands gripping tight on the sink in expectation of what was to come.
He pressed forward, sinking his shaft deeper and despite the risk, Rob was in no hurry to finish this off for his cock was sending signals to his brain that he’d found the garden of eden, and he had no wish to leave in any hurry.
Kate began to emit a low guttural type mewl as he pulled back and sank deep again. Beneath him her pussy pulsed and he felt her body tremor, a sure sign she’d already climaxed.
Kate bit down hard on her lip, the only real way she had of stopping herself from screaming out at full volume. When he pushed home again her pussy erupted in a flood of juices which she could feel spurt from deep within her cunt, her juices spilling violently all over his cock and on down her legs. It was the sign he’d been waiting for. He withdrew, leant forward, then pushing both hands onto her shoulders, used them to pull her back onto the root of his cock.
Unseen by Rob, Kate’s eyes opened wide in a kind of stupefied terror as the full size and force of his cock sank home. Her lips too parted, turning her earlier low guttural mewl into a growl of appreciation.
“Ohhh Fuck! Ohhhh Fuck yes!” she growled.
Rob withdrew and pushed again, forcing her body to tip even further over the sink……then again…and again… and again until he had achieved his rhythm, their two bodies slapping together with each forward thrust.
Kate was not in the least bit surprised at how hard he felt inside her, given he’d not long shot his cum for her. She had long admired his quick recovery powers and in a strange way took pride, knowing it was her, the reason he was ready to Fuck again so soon.
Behind her Kate heard Rob starting to grunt as his body rocked faster, his prick driving deeper. harder now into her ever willing cunt. She could sense he was close, just as she was too… but where it was only his second climax, this would be at least her third. She egged him on, aware any second he was going to flood her cunt with his spunk.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she grunted through gritted teeth. “I’m Cumming! Ohhh Fuck I’m Cumming again you dirty Bastard!”
Her words caused Rob to increase the pace and depths of his thrusts. He knew he was close but he wanted to feel her juices spill once more before finally unleashing his own.
Lin’s body shook….her pussy spasmed… she knew it was a matter of seconds before he’d bring her off again.
“Oh God! Cum for me Rob! Pleaseeeee! Cum in my cunt you little Fuck!”
Just then Kate seemed to lose all control of her body… it froze…stiffened then all at once started to convulse as an earth shattering climax ripped through every nerve ending her body possessed. She tipped forward, using the sink to maintain her position just as Rob let out a low anguished sound of pure pleasure as his balls began to empty deep into her womb.
For Kate, time seemed to stand still. Her body no longer seemed her own.. it had a will and mind of its own as it rutted back and forth against his, her pussy lips tightening around his thick shaft, wanting to bleed every drop of cum from his cock.
Rob let out one last, long gasp of pleasure before slumping forward, using Kate’s body as support. The two of them panting, gasping, their breaths ragged.. ..their bodies, at least for now, sated by their illicit copulation.
Rob rose behind her then helped Kate up into a standing position. He turned her to face him and leaning forward, planted his lips once more over hers.
The kiss was brief, perfunctory even… He pulled back and she saw his grin widen to a smile.
“We’d better get back to the others.” he told her, then slipping his hands on her waist added, “but before we do I want you to know, this is just the start Kate! From now on I want you to know you are all mine!”

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Family Affair – Ch 2

The next day was a Friday and my older sister, Rebecca, was spending the night with a couple of her friends, so Mom and I had the house to ourselves. After dinner we had taken our showers and were sitting in the den watching television when out of the blue she asked me, “Would you mind taking your clothes off and sitting out here naked with me?”
“You mean just me naked?” I asked.
“Well, sure. I think so.” She answered.
I said, “No, I don’t guess it would bother me.” And I went into my room to strip down. Returning to the den, my penis was semi-erect, standing out parallel to the floor as I passed by Mom. She reached out and patted me on the bare ass as I went by. As we sat watching television, me naked, Mom in a cotton house dress, I noticed her looking at me for a few moments every so often. I found that I was enjoying being naked in front of her. After about an hour of this, Mom began to unbutton her housedress. Underneath she was wearing her bra and panties. Raising her butt up off the couch, she slipped her panties down her legs and off before reaching behind her to unclasp her bra and pull her arms out of the house dress and bra straps at the same time. Her tits tumbled down as she sat back against the couch, her house dress behind and under her. Scooting down on the couch until her ass was on the edge of the couch she said, “Joey, come here.” I got up and stepped to her and she pulled me toward her until I leaned over her and she could kiss me. Pulling me down, she gently pushed my face toward her right tit with one hand as she lifted it to my lips with the other. I eased down onto my knees on the floor between her legs as I began to suck on the nipple. “Suck as much as you can into your mouth.” She said. I complied until I literally had a mouth full of areola and nipple. I squeezed it with my lips while lapping my tongue all around the nipple, pressing it into the roof and floor of my mouth.
Mom grasped my head, a hand on each side and began to push me down. She moved my face down her abdomen until I was staring into her bush. Taking the obvious hint, I tentatively reached out with my tongue and licked the lips of her pussy. Pulling my head toward her, Mom ground my mouth into her pussy as she rocked her hips up to meet it. She lifted her legs and put them on my shoulders, my head deep between her thighs. I began to probe into her pussy with my tongue, licking her slit from one end to the other, probing as deeply as I could. Remembering her clit I reached with my tongue to locate it and finding it, I circled it repeatedly, my tongue dancing around its base. Then I wrapped my lips around it and began to suck on it gently. As I continued to suck her clit I reached up with my right hand and dipped two fingers into her pussy just below my chin. Inserting them as deeply as I could, I worked them around the inside of her slopping wet pussy. She began to moan softly and rock herself using her thighs on my shoulders for leverage to grind her pussy into my mouth. Trembling and jerking on me and the couch she began to cum, groaning loudly in the empty house. I slowed down my mouth and finger action as she finished climaxing and then her thighs relaxed on my shoulders. “Oh damn, that was good.” She gasped out as she laid there breathing rapidly. I crawled out from between her legs and climbed up onto the couch to lie on her and kiss her deeply.
She pushed me away from her until I was on my back lying lengthwise on the couch, feet still on the floor. Picking up my near leg she raised it over her and put it between her and the back of the couch before scooting toward me, leaning down and taking most of my penis in her mouth. With fingertips lightly fondling my testicles she began moving up and down my penis with a deliberate pumping action and I quickly raced toward orgasm. Climbing, I felt my hips beginning to thrust slightly in time with her movement to fuck her mouth with each plunge of her head. In short order I began to cum, I stiffened up, trembled and shook, and blew my load into my mother’s mouth. I could hear her swallowing repeatedly as my penis throbbed in her mouth. When I was finished, she continued to suck it gently up near the head and I could feel her fingertips playing with the bottom of my shaft.
Mom stood up, picked up her house dress, slipped into it, buttoned a couple of buttons, picked up her bra and panties, and said, “Good night, Joey.”
“Good night, Mom.” I replied as she headed out of the den and up the steps. I laid there on the couch for a few minutes before getting up, hitting the bathroom, and going into my room to go to bed.
I had fallen asleep when I heard, “Joey, wake up.” I awoke to see my sister and her two friends, Valerie and Denise, in my room, barely visible in the glow of the nightlight from the hall. They were all about a year older than I was.
“What the hell are you doing in here?” I asked.
Becky said, “We saw you and Mom. We watched the whole thing through the window.” My room, the den, bathroom, and laundry room were all in a finished daylight basement. The windows were only a bit higher than normal from the inside and were only about a foot above the ground from the outside. “How long have you been screwing her? I knew something was going on when I heard Mom come down here two nights in a row. I followed her down last night and heard you two. Denise and Valerie both wanted to come in and see you.” As she finished speaking, Becky pulled the top sheet down off of me. Valerie stepped over and let her fingers trail down from my chest to abdomen.
“Becky said I could sit on your face if I wanted to.” Valerie said and she began to pull her shorts down, stepped out of them, then pulled off her panties and dropped them on the floor. “You don’t mind, do you Joey? Watching you eat your mom got me real hot.” Before I could move or answer, Valerie slung her leg over me and sat down on my chest facing me saying, “Do a good job and I might let you see my tits, Joey.” She scooted up on me until her pussy was right in my mouth. “Come on, Joey, lick it, lick it good.” She said. With her pussy grinding in my face I began to lick, probing with my tongue, riding up and down the length of her slit. I continued to lick as Valerie began to rock on my face. Finding her clit I started sucking on it and Valerie responded by rocking faster and starting to groan softly. I continued until she began to shake and tremble on my face, groaning louder. As she went over the top she softly repeated, “Oh damn” over and over until she stopped, leaned forward and supported her upper body with her hands against the wall above my head. She scooted down my chest a bit until my face was free then patted me on the cheek with one hand as she said, “Good job, Joey.” And then swung herself off of me and the bed. Valerie looked toward the other girls and said, “That was good. You may want some of that, too.”
Denise looked at Becky and asked, “Do you want to? He’s your brother.”
Becky told her, “You go ahead if you want to.” It didn’t look like Denise was going to wait for a second invitation as she headed toward me. I started to sit up but Valerie pushed me back down as Denise was pulling off her shorts and panties. She swung a leg over me and again a pussy was being ground into my face. I did the best I could with her – my jaw and tongue were getting tired by now. I kept sucking on her clit until she came, grinding her pussy into my mouth.
When she climbed off of me she told Valerie, “You’re right. It was pretty good.” Then asked Becky, “You want your brother to take care of you, too?” Becky looked hesitant but then leaned over to slide her shorts and panties down and off and swung her leg over me to grind her pussy in my mouth. I licked and probed as Becky began to rock her hips on my face. Finding her clit, I began to suck on it eliciting a “Oh, yeah,” from her. My tongue and jaw were getting so fatigued I felt like they were turning to jelly as I continued to lick and suck my sister’s pussy until she came in my mouth.
She climbed off of me pretty quickly after she came and stood by the bed telling me “Not a word about this, Joey, you understand? I know what you and Mom are doing. And you can plan on taking care of us girls in the future, too.” All three of them left my room, each with their shorts and panties in their hand as they left. I laid there for a while rubbing my jaw which was really aching. After I was sure they had left, I got out of my bed and slipped quietly upstairs to Mom’s bedroom. Her door was open and I could hear her breathing as I walked in quietly.
“Mom?” I asked quietly.
“What is it, Joey?” She asked as she stirred awake.
“Can I sleep with you?” I asked. She flipped her top sheet back and I could see she was naked. I climbed in and scooted over to her as she flipped the sheet over me.
“What’s wrong, Joey? Everything okay?” She asked.
“Yeah, everything is fine. I’m just lonely downstairs by myself.” I told her. She just pulled me over against me. I scooted down a bit until her tits were right in my face and sucked on a nipple gently as I fell asleep.
When I woke up in the morning, Saturday morning, Mom was already up and in the shower. I laid there for a while until my bladder was kicking me and I had to go pee, out of bed and into the hall bathroom where Mom was showering. The clear glass door let me see her and her see me as I stood over the toilet taking a leak.
“Do you feel okay this morning?” She asked over the noise of the shower.
“Sure.” I replied.
“Joey,” She said, “Let’s play a game today. I want you to just stay naked today for the fun of it.”
“All day?”, I asked?
“Sure, why not?” She replied.
“Even when Becky comes back home?” I asked.
“Sure, why not?” She replied.
“OK, Mom.” I replied. I finished with my piss, washed my hands, and headed downstairs. Once in my room I realized that there wasn’t much to do in there if I wasn’t going to get dressed, so I headed into my bathroom ad brushed my teeth before going back upstairs to the kitchen. As I was pouring myself a bowl of cereal, Mom came down for upstairs and came into the kitchen wearing one of her house dresses.
“Oh, now that’s nice. I like seeing you naked like that, Joey.” She told me as she went to the coffee maker to get it started. I sat down and ate my cereal as she made coffee. The cool wood of the chair seat felt nice as my testicles and penis laid on it between my thighs.

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