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Family Circus – Ch. 5

On Friday, school finished, we drove down to Dr. Vernon’s office after school. After checking in we waited in the reception area until the nurse called my name and we followed her back to an exam room. Mom handed her the paper with the entries on it which the nurse scanned over with some interest. She then turned to Mom and told her, “If you could wait out in the waiting room, I’d appreciate it. We shouldn’t be too long in here.”
Mom just said “Okay” and left the room.
The nurse told me, “Dr. Vernon has been called to the hospital for an emergency. She said that if it’s okay with you, I’m to collect the specimen. If not, you can make another appointment. What would you like to do?”
“I guess it’s fine if you do it, save me an extra trip over here,” I told her.
“One more question. We have a nursing student with us this week. Would it be okay with you if I let her learn by watching? It’s entirely up to you. If you’d be embarrassed or would rather not, that would be okay,” she asked.
I thought for a moment before answering, “After this past week, I think I’m beyond embarrassing. It’s okay with me.”
“Okay, that’s great,” she told me. “Please disrobe completely and put this gown on. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” I took off my clothes, hanging them over the chair in the exam room then donned the silly robe before getting up on the exam table and lying back to relax. In a few minutes the nurse returned with a younger woman in tow. She introduced me to the student then began to explain what was going on. “Mr. Davis here came in a week ago after his genitals enlarged or swelled a great deal overnight. Doctor performed an exam including testicular, prostate, and a semen specimen for both volume and sperm count. Everything was negative for abnormalities except for his semen volume being on the very high end of the normal range. She advised Mr. Davis to masturbate at least daily, track his semen output for a week, then return here for another collection for lab analysis. Now, if you scan through the record he brought in, you’ll notice that even with multiple emissions each day, the volume of each emission remained very high.”
“Mr. Davis, I’m not sure what position Dr. Vernon used last week when collecting your output. Were you lying on your back?” she asked.
“Yes,” I answered.
“Okay, well I’m going to use a different position, one I prefer when there are larger volumes involved. It makes it easier for me to collect the specimen safely. Okay?” she asked.
Wondering what she had in mind, I answered, “Sure. I assume you know what you’re doing.”
“Okay, yes I do. Now, let’s sit up, remove the gown and get it out of the way,” she directed. I sat up and when I did, my penis flopped down between my thighs from where it had been lying on my abdomen. At the same time, the nurse pulled my gown off, exposing me fully to the nursing student. I heard a just audible gasp from her when she saw me naked. “Now Mr. Davis, if you could roll over onto your knees. Yes that’s right. Now just bend over and rest your weight on your elbows and forearms. Yes, that’s it.” I was now on my knees and elbows on the exam table, ass up in the air, penis and testicles hanging down toward the table. To the student the nurse continued, “Now Christine, it’s time for the exam gloves, K-Y, and a specimen cup before we begin.”
I heard them behind me, donning gloves before they returned to my side. With the nurse by my left hip and the student looking over her shoulder, the nurse continued. “As you can see, this position exposes his penis entirely, free of obstruction and makes it easy to place the specimen properly in the cup which we can, for the time being, place here on the table for use when we need it. Now take note of how far his testicles hang down. You want to make sure you don’t bump into them with your hand or you’ll make it difficult for him to maintain an erection, making the whole procedure take longer.”
“Mr. Davis, you’re comfortable?” she asked me.
I had my head resting on the exam table and I mumbled, “Yeah, I’m fine.”
To the student, “Okay, if you could apply a fair amount of K-Y to my left palm, please. Yes, that’s good. We’ll begin with a slow stroking of his penis with my left hand.” I felt the cool K-Y as she grasped my penis near the glans and began to pull gently down on it, releasing her grip as she moved her hand back up each time. Continuing her stroke on my penis, she continued to the student, “Until he’s more fully erect, we’ll use a downward stroke only. Now, apply some K-Y to his anus and I’ll show you a technique that generally will speed things up a bit.” I felt the cool K-Y on my butt followed by her finger penetrating my rectum. “Is that uncomfortable, Mr. Davis?” she asked me as she worked her finger into my anus.
“I feel some pressure, but it’s not bad,” I told her.
“Good that’s normal,” she replied to me before continuing with the student. “Usually a bit of a prostate massage will improve the erection and shorten the time to orgasm.” She was correct. What she was doing felt like it was arousing and I felt my erection get firmer. When she felt me stiffen more in her hand, she began to stroke with longer strokes up and down while her finger was applying changing pressure in my anus. “I don’t know if you can tell, but he seems to have acieved full, or very nearly full erection and I’m stroking both up and down and longer now. It shouldn’t take very long now. Would you like to try it before he releases? It’s the best way to learn.”
I heard the student agree and the nurse told her, “Here, come over here. Load up with the K-Y and you can take over for me.” I felt hands change on me and a finger slide out of my anus to be replaced by another. The student’s strokes were tentative until the nurse corrected her. “More authority, Christine. You’re in charge.” The student’s strokes became more solid as her finger in my anus was alternately applying pressure and relaxing, driving me quickly to orgasm. “Mr. Davis, please let us know when you’re nearing release so we can position the specimen cup.” I nodded my head.
Within a couple of minutes, I blurted out, “I’m almost there.”
“Here, I’ll place the cup here, you remain steady with your stroking, and direct his semen into the cup,” the nurse told the student. I rushed over the top, spurting repeatedly before the orgasm subsided. “There, you did a good job, Christine,” the nurse congratulated the student. “You did, too, Mr. Davis,” she told me, “You can get dressed and I’ll be back in with your mother in a few minutes.”
I climbed down off the exam table feeling a little wrung out. Pulling on my boxers I arranged myself then pulled on my cargo pants, socks, and T-shirt. As I was tying my shoes the nurse returned with Mom. “As I told your mother, Mr. Davis, unless the doctor gets in touch with you after she reviews the information you brought in, there will be no need to continue the regimen she ordered last week,” the nurse told me. With a “have a nice day” she left the room.
On the way home Mom told me, “I’m almost disappointed that we’re done collecting the specimen. I was enjoying the time with you. I feel like I’m losing something here.”
I asked, “Well, what would you like to do about it. I liked it, too. I liked your touch. I liked being naked with you. Actually, do you think it would be okay if I spent more time around the house naked? It’s just more comfortable for me, especially now that I have to stuff all this in my pants.”
“I have no problem with it if Vickie doesn’t and I assume she won’t based on how close you two have apparently become,” Mom replied. “I’m not so sure how I feel about that either.”
“It’s okay, Mom,” I told her, “We’re not doing anything wrong.”
“I’m not so sure, Bobby,” was all Mom said. Then she was quiet the rest of the way home.
Back home, I headed to my room and undressed, wanting to test Mom’s reaction to me being naked more. Lying on my bed I was thinking about our trip to our grandma’s house – Mom’s mother. Vickie and I spent a couple of weeks there each summer for as long as I could remember. Mom would be taking us over on Saturday morning. She’d return home on Sunday since she had to work the next week. While I was lying there Vickie walked in. “What are you doing?” she asked.
“Just thinking about the trip,” I told her.
“No, I mean why are you nude?” she pressed.
“Oh, I asked Mom if it was okay if I went naked more around the house. She said it was fine with her as long as it was okay with you. Well, okay with you?” I asked.
“Of course it is. Wonder how she’ll react to my doing the same thing. We’ll check it out,” she told me as she headed out of my room. In a few minutes, she returned naked. “Let’s go watch TV,” she said. We headed down the hall to the den where we plopped down on the couch and turned on the television. We were still sitting there naked when Mom walked in.
“What, you, too, Vickie?” she asked.
“Sure, why not? I enjoy the freedom. Try it, Mom. You’ll like it, too,” she replied.
“we’ll see,” Mom answered without much commitment in her voice as she left the den. Vickie and I looked at each other and laughed.
We sat watching TV until Mom called us for dinner. Heading into the kitchen we found Mom standing in the kitchen wearing just an apron. It was a bib apron and her tits splooged out each side of the bib. Time to sit down to the table, she removed the apron, hung it on the oven handle, and joined us naked at the table. “Is this what you want, me naked with you all the time?” she asked us.
“Sure, why not?” Vickie asked. “Doesn’t it feel nice. You have to admit it feels nicer than wearing clothes.”
“Yeah, maybe. I just need to get used to it, I guess,” Mom replied. “we’ll leave about seven o’clock in the morning to drive to Mother’s house. I want to get there early so I can return home tomorrow night rather than Sunday.”
“Okay, Mom,” I told her. “I’ll be ready.”
“Me, too,” Vickie chimed in.
After dinner Vickie and I helped Mom clean up the kitchen, all three of us laughing and joking about our nakedness together. It could become very natural, very quickly. Finished in the kitchen, Vickie and I returned to the den and the television. Sitting next to one another on the couch, I put my arm around Vickie’s shoulders. In return, she put her hand on my thigh. I felt my penis stir, lying on the couch between my thighs.
Soon Mom came in, still naked, and joined us. She sat down on my other side and patted my thigh. “There, how’s that? I’m getting used to it already,” she told us. With them so close on either side of me, my penis began to stir, first straightening itself then rising slightly off the seat cushion. Mom noticed it and commented, “It’s waking up?” as she moved her hand from my thigh and lightly wrapped her fingers around my hardening penis. “Does it need some release, Bobby?” She began to stroke gently, elicited more rise from it. “I think it does, don’t you, Vickie?” Vickie just giggled and agreed, suggesting that I stand up. Mom agreed with that suggestion and urged me to stand up in front of them.
Out voted on the matter, I stood up, facing them. Mom told Vickie, “Go get a paper cup from the kitchen.” Vickie got up and left returning in a few moments with a Dixie cup. Mom began to stroke my penis in earnest, using both hands as Vickie began to cup my testicles in her hand and lightly massage them with her fingertips.
Vickie told Mom, “I just love the way his balls hang and roll around in my hand.
“Yeah, I like that, too. But I just can’t keep my hands off this penis of his. I’m fascinated by it,” Mom replied. “I’ve never seen or touched anything like it before in my life.” I was pretty much ignoring their chatter as Mom stroked and Vickie fondled and I was becoming more and more aroused. Soon my legs were flexing involuntarily and I knew I was getting close. Mom stopped stroking with her left hand, continuing with just her right as she picked up the paper cup Vickie had set on the couch. I began to moan under my breath just before I peaked with an more audible groan. Mom raised the cup, aiming my penis into it just as I let go, penis pulsing in her hand, ropes of semen hitting the cup, Mom stroking more slowly the slowing to a stop along with the last few dribbles of cum. “There now, Bobby. Isn’t that better?” Mom asked.
“Oh yeah,” was about all I could manage to say as I sat back down on the couch. Mom set the paper cup on the end table and leaned over to give me a kiss on the cheek.
“I’m going to bed now so I’m ready for the drive tomorrow morning,” Mom said. “You two should probably do the same.”
“Yeah Mom,” we both echoed to her as she headed out of the den. Vickie and I sat there watching television for a few minutes before she quietly went down the hall and returned telling me, “Her vibrator is going. We won’t be seeing any more of her tonight.” With that she shoved me over on the couch and slid up my length until she was able lay a lip lock on me and probe for my tonsils with her tongue. As my penis engorged, it climbed from between my thighs to up between Vickie’s as she lay on top of me.
I broke off the kiss telling her, “Roll off me. Let me on top.” She rolled off me and I got up so she could lie down on the couch. I slipped on top of her and continued the deep kissing, my fully erect penis between our abdomens. “I want to kiss you all over,” I told her as I began to slide down her body leaving a trail of wet kisses as I went. Finding her breast, I kissed and licked all around the nipple before gently sucking as much as could of into my mouth. Switching breasts, I did the same on the other side before continuing my trip down her body. Tongue tracing a track down from her chest to navel, I probed her naval gently before continuing down to her neatly trimmed bush. I licked and kissed all around it before scooting down and working my shoulders under her thighs, reaching around them to take a tit in each hand as I began to lick around her pussy lips, tracing their shape repeatedly, each time pushing in slightly more until I was probing as deeply as I could the length of her lips from front to back. She was beginning to squirm under my touch and murmur softly.
She said “Oh damn” several times before stiffening up and squeezing my head between her thighs in a tight clinch. As she settled, I popped up and crawled back up to kiss her, our tongues probing each other’s mouth. I was between her thighs and Vickie reached down attempting to guide my penis into her pussy. I slipped back down a bit to help that effort then, as I felt it penetrate into the wet hotness of her passion, I gently advanced to slide in slowly without hurting her when I hit bottom. Gently I began to thrust, slowly letting it build. My immediate need to cum tempered by Mom jacking me off into the Dixie cup allowed me to prolong it, stroking slowly, bending down to suck on her breasts, kiss her cheeks, kiss her lips. We made love slowly and gently for a long time before I felt myself getting close to release and began to fuck faster, faster strokes until I felt my penis take over and begin to pulse semen into my sister. Stopping as deep as I could in her I felt her squeezing and releasing on my penis as its pulses faded and I collapsed on her. We kissed long and deep before rolling over onto our side, my penis still all the way in her as it began to soften. Lying there we continued to kiss until we fell asleep.

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Pegs Goodbye Present (Goof Troop)

“Oh, yeah. That’s it.”
Max sits in a chair in front of his window, staring out across the way into Pete’s house. Or more exactly, Pete’s bedroom, where Peg is undressing from a hard day of work. She takes off her pink sweater to reveal a white lingerie bra holding back her massive love melons. Max sits with one hand holding his binoculars, and another one reaching into his pants.
“Oh, baby. That’s what I like.” He says, stroking his manhood inside of his pants. Peg goes on to pulling down her pants, revealing her huge, luscious round ass in a white thong. She goes on to take off her bra, as Max continues to gaze at her beauty. “This is it. I’m finally gonna see it.”
Suddenly, the sound of loud crashing and crazy screams fill the house, causing Max to stumble out of the chair and fall to the ground, bringing half of the room with him to the floor. He sits up and looks at his door and sighs.
“Looks like Dad’s home.” He says as he stands up and pulls up his pants. He lets the shade down so that no one can peek into his room, and goes downstairs. When he reaches the bottom, he cuts across the Living Room and into the kitchen to see his father, Goofy, welling up in tears.
“Dad, what’s wrong?” Max asks. “They cancel your favorite show again?”
Goofy lifts his head up and looks at his son. “Max…remember that good job I got a month ago?” Max nods his head yes. “Well, they’re…they’re…THEY’RE RELOCATING ME!!!”
He breaks down into tears again, as Max just stands their, shocked. He can’t believe what his father just said. “But…they can’t.” Max says. “They have their home based here. And I’m in my senior year of High School. This can’t happen!”
“Apparently it can.” Goofy says. “We’re gonna have to leave all of our friends. Oh, this is gonna tear Pete’s heart apart.”
“Yeah, I’m sure he’ll be devastated.” Max says under his breath, with a hint of sarcasm. As Max got older, he started to notice how Pete treated his Dad, and no longer felt him as a friend. Although he was still good buddies with Pete’s son, P.J.
Goofy stands up and wipes the tears from his eyes. “No. Now’s not the time to be sad. This is a new beginning. I’m gonna go get started on my packing. From what I heard, we’ll be going to some great foreign land. Some place called Siberia.”
As Goofy passes his son and climbs up the stairs, Max stands there with his eyes shot wide open & his jaw on the ground. “Siberia?” He says to himself. “I’m leaving the comfort of Spoonerville…for Siberia? This…this isn’t fair.” He falls to his knees on the kitchen floor, feeling his life is completely over.
The Next Day…
Max stands out in front of his house. His mood hasn’t changed since last night, he still feels lousy and sad. Beside him stands P.J, who feels just like him since Max told him the news.
“This sucks.” P.J. says.
“Yeah.” Max agrees. “So, has your Dad heard the news?”
Max gets his answer when he looks over at P.J. house, and sees Pete Tap Dancing on the coffee table wearing a Top Hat and carrying a Cane. “Does that answer your question?” P.J. asks.
“PETE! GET DOWN OFF THE TABLE!!!” Both boys turn to the house and see P.J.’s mom, Peg, yelling at Pete, who quickly climbs off the table. She has the voice of a Drill Sergeant when she’s angry, but the demeanor & body of an angel when you’re on her good side.
“Mom’s a little torn up about it.” P.J. says. “She liked having friends living right across from her.”
“Yeah, now we gotta move to Siberia.” Max says. “I haven’t even left my mark here in Spoonerville. No one will remember me or anything I did.” He sighs, feeling that he will be forgotten here. But a moment later, his frown turns into a smile; a smile that P.J. doesn’t like.
“Wait, Max,” he says. “Whatever you’re thinking…”
“I’m thinking that I’m about to go down in Spoonerville history.” Max says. “Get all of the nerds from school that you can, and meet me down at the Lumberyard. I just had a hell of an idea.”
2 Hours Later…
A giant ramp is set up across the street facing the front of the school. Behind the school, dozens of kids are holding a giant trampoline, ready to catch anyone that falls. At the top of the ramp, Max stands with his Skateboard and helmet, ready to make history. He puts his helmet on when suddenly, he sees P.J. climbing up to join him.
“NO! Max! Don’t do it.” He says. “It’s not worth it.”
“Yes it is, Peej.” Max says. “I’m not gonna be forgotten by Spoonerville. From this day forward, they’ll know me as Maximum Goof. The kid who jumped over Spoonerville High.”
With that, Max climbs on his skateboard and pushes forward. He barrels down the ramp, his speed increasing with every second. “This is it! I’m gonna do it!” he says. He reaches the bottom and shoots off the ramp like a rocket, flying into the air. He grabs his board and spins in the air, showing off for the kids watching. But his show ends when he notices that he’s falling too soon. “Oh no, I’m not gonna clear the school!”
He comes crashing down on the roof of the school, missing clearing it by a few feet. He keeps going and falls off the school roof, crashing through the branches of a nearby tree before hitting the ground. There’s a long silence, as the kids gather around Max.
“Whoa…THAT WAS COOL!!!” One kid yells. And that sets off cheering and chants from the crowd. P.J. rushes over to see if Max is OK, fighting his way through the chanting teens. But the chanting stops once a familiar voice is heard.
“OH MY GOD, MAX!!!”
The crowd disperses as Peg runs up to P.J. & Max. “Mom, what’re you doing here?” P.J. asks.
“I was passing by when I saw what happened?” She says. “What was Max thinking? Quick, P.J. Help me get him to the Van.” They both pick him up and carry him over to Peg’s Mini-Van, placing him in the backseat. Max starts to lose consciousness, and the last image he sees is Peg’s face.
“Am…am I in heaven?” He asks. Peg just smiles and buckles him in his seat. P.J. jumps in on the passenger side as Peg’s climbs in the drivers seat and takes them home.
Later that Night…
Max sits at the table in Peg’s kitchen, holding a bag of ice on his head. He has a solemn look on his face, as Peg walks over and slides him a glass of milk. The entire house is dimly lit, and it seems no one is there but them.
“So, you tried to skateboard over the school to make yourself famous.” Peg says.
“Yeah, I know. It was stupid.” Max replies.
“Not really.” Peg says. “There’s nothing wrong with trying to be remembered. You just went about it the wrong way.”
“Yeah…where’s PJ?” Max asks.
“He’s off chaperoning Pistol’s sleepover with friends.” She says.
“And Mr. Pete?” Max also asks.
“Working late at that lousy Car Dealership.” She says. “So it’s you & me alone here until you father can pick you up.”
Max’s face turns a little red. He’s dreamed of moments like this, but never thought that they would happen. He’s happy, but it fades once he remembers he has to move. “Until tomorrow, then we move.” He says.
Peg puts her hand on his shoulder. “Oh yeah. Heard about the move to Siberia. I’m so sorry, Max.”
“Just think of the things I’m gonna miss out on.” Max says. “No more hanging at the movies. No more days at the Skate Park…”
“No more spying on me through your bedroom window?” Peg interrupts, saying it with a sly smirk on her face. Max freezes as his heart jumps into his throat. He begins to panic, almost to the point of hyperventilation.
“Uh…I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mrs. P.” Max says in his defense. Peg takes her hand off of his shoulder and holds his hand.
“I’ve seen you with your binoculars, Max.” She says. “It’s OK. I’m flattered.”
Max looks up at her in shock. “You are?”
“With Pete spending all of his time either with the Car Dealership or trying to make Goofy look foolish, I’m glad someone still finds me attractive.” She tells him.
“You are attractive, Mrs. P.” Max tells her. “I mean, I’d marry you if I was old enough.”
Peg is touched by what Max has just said. “Aw, thank you, Max. That was sweet.” She looks into his eyes and can see the love he has for her. She also sees a bit of sadness there, as he knows that this might be the last time he sees her tonight. Acting on instinct, she leans in and presses her lips against his. Max is taken off guard, but quickly comes to enjoy this moment. After a minute that seems like forever, she pulls back from her kiss.
“I’m sorry, Max.” She says. “That was sudden of me, and I should’ve never…”
She doesn’t get the chance to finish, as Max lunges forward and kisses her, more passionately than she did him. Peg is surprised to see this from Max, since she usually knows him as the shy type. She becomes turned on by the kiss, and takes her arm and pushes everything off of it. She takes Max and places him on the table, still holding the kiss. Max probes his tongue inside of Peg’s mouth, causing Peg to pull back suddenly.
“Max! Are…are you sure you wanna do this?” Peg asks him. Max nods his head. Still feeling aroused, and remembering how Pete has ignored her lately, she decides to throw caution to the wind. She leans down and kisses him once more, this time she plunges her tongue into his mouth. Max reaches over and grabs her sweater, lifting it up enough to reveal her bare, massive breasts. Peg breaks the kiss, and pushes her luscious rack right in his face, smiling at him.
“Go ahead, I want you to.” She says. Without hesitation, he puts his mouth on her breasts and begins to suck on her nipple. She lets out a soft moan, not having felt this sensation in a long time. She reaches down in Max’s shorts and pulls out his hardening Cock, stroking the shaft gently in her palm. Max shivers a little, not use to having his member stroked by anyone else. He unknowingly bites down on Peg’s nipple.
“OOH!!!” She yells, feeling his teeth on her. Max quickly stops and looks up at her.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. P.” He says. “I didn’t mean…”
She calms him by putting her hand gently on his head. “It’s OK, Max. I like it a little rough.”
He smiles, before going back to suckling her large round tits. Peg starts to take off her tight pants, then she pulls down her white thong giving a clear view of her succulent pussy. She brings her leg over and straddles him on the table, but doesn’t insert his Cock into her yet. She lets it rub against the crack of her ass, which turns them both on even more. Max continues to suck on one breast, as he caresses the other in his hand. Peg starts to breath hard, and her pussy becomes moister with her juices with each motion of his rod against her ass. She’s finally had enough as she rises up, removing her breast from his mouth, creating a popping noise.
“OK, Max, enough foreplay.” She tells him. “It’s time to give you your going away present.”
“My present?” he asks.
“Yes. I’m going to make sure you leave here a man.” She says seductively, as she raises herself over his manhood. She guides herself onto his rod, cooing gently as she does. Max moans loudly, as he finally feels what it’s like to be inside of a real woman. Peg takes it easy, moving around slowly so to not bring Max to the edge too soon. “So, how do you like your present, Max?” She asks, knowing the answer.
“This…is the best…present ever…” he says, barely able to get the words out. His eyes almost roll into the back of his head, as he feels her warmness surrounding him. He grabs her thighs and holds on to them tightly, as she slowly starts to bounce up & down. The table begins to rock & shake from the force, as Peg’s breasts bounce hypnotically up & down, almost like a yo-yo being played with. Max’s eyes are fixed on her enormous Funbags, and it doesn’t help that he’s almost ready to blow.
“Mrs. P…I’m think I’m gonna…”
At that moment, a thought runs through Peg’s mind that makes her stop her motion. “I can’t let him cum on the table.” She thinks. “There might be stains left. Or worse, the entire table might break. And I don’t wanna explain this to that dumbo Pete.” Coming to a conclusion, she takes herself off of his Cock and climbs off of the table. Max has a look of worry on his face.
“Mrs. P? Did I do something wrong?” He asks.
“Oh, of course not, Max.” She says lovingly. “I just thought of a better way of doing this.” With that, she slowly bends over, resting her breasts against the cold counter, and sticking her inviting ass out for Max to take advantage.
“Awesome!” he says as he climbs off the table and approaches her. He guides his Cock back inside of her love walls and gently pushes in & out of her. Peg bites her lips, loving the feeling of having a Cock inside of her again.
“Oh yes. That’s it!” She says. “Don’t be afraid, Max. Push it in as deep as you can.” He follows orders, and thrusts himself deep within her. Peg puts her head down on the counter and clenches her hands into fists. “Yes! That’s it, Max! Fuck me!” He slams into her again & again, drunk off of the feeling of fucking her pussy. As he continues to drill her, he feels himself about to blow.
“Mrs. P…” She already knows what he’s about to say.
“Pull out and spray it on me, Max.” She tells him. “Spray it all over my ass.”
Not wasting time, he does exactly that, pulling out and releasing his load all over her ass. His meat begins to go limp, as he stands there trying to catch his breath. Peg relishes the moment. It’s been so long since Pete has even touched her, and with Max leaving, she wants to enjoy it as long as she can. Suddenly, the two can hear a car pulling up in the driveway. Peg’s eyes widen to the size of dinner plates.
“PETE!!!”
She stands up and starts to get dressed, as Max straightens himself out and picks up the stuff that Peg knocked off the table onto the floor, trying to make the Kitchen look normal again. Once everything is settled, they both head out the front door. They see Pete stepping out of his Luxury Sedan, with a crooked grin on his face. On the street, 3 Moving Trucks with dozens of movers ready for action. This only makes Max miserable again, as he remembers that he has to leave. Peg, infuriated, walks up to Pete.
“What do you think you’re doing, Mister?” She asks, enraged.
“What? I’m just helping the Goof get a jumpstart on his move.” He says, trying to sound innocent. He then turns his attention to the movers. “THAT’S THE HOUSE, BOYS!!!” He yells to them. “LEAVE NOTHING BEHIND!!!” He turns away and laughs, feeling triumphant after all these years. But the feeling fades as he hears a familiar voice yelling from down the street.
“YIPPEE!!! YAHOO!!! WHOOPIEE!!!!” He turns back around to see Goofy jumping & cheering towards him.
“What’s going on, Dad?” Max asks.
“Well, my Boss just told me at work that I can’t be moved. Something about astronomical calamity if we move to Siberia.” Goofy says. “So, he’s given me a permanent spot right here in Spoonerville!”
Pete’s jaw drops as a look of pure horror fills his face. “B-b-b-b…but that means…”
“Yep!” Goofy says, interrupting Pete. “Me and Max will be staying in Spoonerville…FOREVER!!!”
Max’s eyes light up, and he jumps up for joy upon hearing the news. Goofy begins to dance (which will only be described as ‘horrific’), as Pete slowly begins to break down.
“No…NO…NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!” He falls to his knees, bawling in tears. Max just looks on, with a jovial look on his face. He then feels someone putting a hand on his shoulder. He turns to see that it’s Peg.
“Looks like we’ll have more time for practice.” She says, winking at him. Max just smiles at her, then joins in with his father dancing. Pete is lying on the ground in the fetal position, screaming ‘No’ over & over, as he realizes that now he’ll never get rid of Goofy.

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Mum’s Generosity – Chapter 3

In Chapters 1 & 2 Frank and Brian both experienced their first orgasms in the presence of their mum. Frank shot his load over the toilet, while Brian was lucky enough to shoot his cum down his mum’s throat…..two weeks later….

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Hijabi Wife

Author’s note:
this story is mainly fictional, but based on something really happened to me.
I must thank also the guys on here who helped me, editing the story. A special thank to Celtenham.
Even though the story has been edited, since English is not my mothertoungue, i cannot assure that is foolproof. So please, don’t be harsh!!!HIJABI WIFE
One of my best friends comes from Morocco. So two years ago I went there with him to visit the country. We spent about a fortnight travelling and then chilled out a bit at his uncle’s house.
This house is normally shared by lots of people. As you all know, in those regions families have really close bonds. My friend’s was no exception. In fact there were about 15 people packed in this three story house. It was a nice building located at the outskirts of Rabat, with a store that sold spices at street level and two more floors above.
Given this, lots of us had to sleep on the couch. Actually it was not as bad as it seems: the typical house in Morocco has the living room surrounded by this high and comfortable sofas. So we were not cramped.
Among all those who frequented the house, I had made friends with one woman in particular. Her name was Kebira. She was the uncle’s wife.
She was an average height woman, with a slim body, a nice firm ass and a set of tits able to made her loose dress bulge a little. But, mainly, she always smiled at me. It was nice, since all other women were very afraid of dealing with me, because in such a narrow-minded culture it’s not acceptable for them to deal with males outside the family.
One night, I was sleeping with all the others as usual when I suddenly was awoken by hands shaking me. Still drowsy, I opened my eyes and looked around to understand what was going on. I managed to notice that all the others were still sound asleep before one finger was placed on my mouth to prevent me from making any noise.
I tried to focus on the person who had woke me up, but it was hard, because I usually wear glasses and they laid on the table beside the couch. So I reached out an hand and put my glasses on. Finally I was able to see Kebira. Even though it was very late, she still wore her hijab and dress, as if she had not gone to bed at all. Both her hands and eyes were shaky.
Since she didn’t speak my language and I didn’t know a single word in Arabic, she gestured me to follow her. Even though I felt uneasy with the whole situation, I stood up as silently as I could and went with her. She led me to the staircase and headed downstairs.
I was still half asleep and this helped to make the situation even more surreal then it was. The pinnacle was reached when she opened the door of the spices store stock room and all those smells inebriated me.
Lost as I was, I stopped in my track and Kebira pulled my arm. Once inside the stock room she closed the door and turned on the light. It was just a bulb, hanging from the ceiling and it spread around just an halo of trembling light. I looked at the woman, hoping for some explanation but she simply pushed me against one of the shelves and started to kiss me.
My eyes went wild for the shock. I felt the top of her breasts pressing against my chest and spreading some heat. The silk of her hijab caressed my skin. Somehow this kiss felt odd. Not only because of the situation, but mainly because, even though she tried to act as if she were passionate and lustful, her eyes, lips and hands trembled. I was not sure if this was due to the fear of being caught, the emotion for kissing me, the uncertainty of my reaction or what…but for sure something was not right.
When I finally regained control of myself, I pushed Kebira away from me, with a slight bit of force but trying not to be rude. The moment our lips parted, her eyes averted from mine. She did say something in Arabic, which I didn’t get. I stood still for some instants then headed out of the room.
She grabbed my arm and stopped me almost immediately. After saying something else, she gestured the far corner of the stock room. I followed her forefinger and, to my great surprise, I saw, half hidden in the shadow casted by the unsteady light, an old man. I had to focus my eyes more to distinguish the feature of Kebira’s husband.
I was literally astonished. But, finally, I could now understand what was going on. Now, the behavior of the woman and even her uncertainty made sense: it was not by her own will that she had tried to seduce me, but to satisfy her husband’s voyeuristic fantasies.
This guess of mine was confirmed when the old, wrinkled man stood up and came into the light. He was wearing only a bathrobe, underneath which it was easy to spot a bulging erection. He had a fairy big belly and some grey chest hair was visible. I wondered how a nice young lady like Kebira came to marry such a man. He indicated with his hands Kebira, trying to say me to go closer to her and continue the show. But I didn’t move. Noticing my hesitation, he got near Kebira and unlatched her robe from the back. It immediately fell to the ground, letting the woman completely naked in front of me. Her breasts were big, just as the outlines of her dresses let guess, her legs were smooth and slender. They led to a perfectly shaven pussy. She had what they call a camel toe: actually just the outer labia were visible.
The man made Kebira turn around, so that I could appreciate the nice, round firm ass of his wife. He even spanked her hard, to let me know that she had no fat there. Then he made the young woman face me once more and pushed her toward me.
I can’t deny that I felt a twitch in my pants thanks to that show. I’ve never been attracted by dark-skinned woman in general, but Kebira, I had to admit, was a really fine piece of tail! Her amber skin radiated under that dim light and her boobs swung just too tantalizingly. It took just one moment to make up my mind. Afterwards I’d have to ask myself if it was because I was still asleep or inebriated by those scents that I did what I did, but…when Kebira kissed me again, I responded.
I placed my hands on her back and enjoyed the feeling of her tongue battling with mine. Her lips were full and hot. Her skin burned like the sunlight of her land. I caressed her, letting my hands travel, one to her butt and the other to the tits.
I fondled and groped her. I felt that her nipples responded to my touch and get erect, so I pinched one of them, making her moan into my mouth.
Behind us, her husband nodded, satisfied, and went back to his chair. Then barked something. Immediately, she broke our kiss and started dancing sensually to an inaudible music, rubbing her body against mine Her hard nipples dragged across me and felt really great. Even her ass grinding at my erection was something very arousing.
While dancing, Kebira lifted the white shirt I used as pj’s and kissed my young, shaven chest. Then moved up my neck, biting my ear slightly before tracing my outlines back down, to my pubes. There, she pulled at the briefs I had on and freed my dick, which sprung out, already hard. Her face could not hide a smile and, looking over at the wrinkled cock surrounded by grey, greasy hair of her husband, I could understand why.
I’m not here to brag about how hung I am: I’m of average length and girth, but at least I keep myself clean!
Kebira took hold of my erection and started jerking it. Her touch was delicate and skilled. With her free hand, she fondled my balls so that precum oozed out, making the cock-head glisten. Even though she was trying her best to act sexily, it was clear to me that Kebira was not very happy to do such a thing. In fact, she looked at me, hesitantly. She knew perfectly how to proceed, but I suppose she felt dirty doing that with a stranger and in front of her husband.
I tried to smile, making her feel at ease. But it was her husband, yelling something from the shadow to push her to engulf her mouth with my dick.
When her mouth touched my throbbing erection, I moaned immediately!! She felt SOOO good!!! Her full lips remained pursed, but still somehow gentle. The inside of her mouth was hot like fire, but the tongue that swirled around my glans was cooler and made me shiver with every flick. The fact that she was still wearing her hijab enhanced even more the erotic aura of the act. A wisp of raven black hair had escaped from the constraint of the silk and was now bouncing rhythmically while her head slipped up and down my dick. She had one hand at the base of my cock and the other went on fondling my nuts. She did eventually begin jerking me, on occasion.
Seeing her knelt between my legs, bobbing up and down, with her tits bouncing in unison and her thighs spread apart so that I could see the notch of her cunt, while she looked with scary eyes at me, it’s something I won’t forget ‘til death.
Sensing I was about to cum, I placed one hand on her forehead and held her back, panting due to the strain of holding back my orgasm.
Once it had subsided I placed my dick between her tits and started to slide it up and down. Immediately she played along, placing her hands on her boobs and pressing them together so that they formed a tight channel around my prick.
“Ohhh…” I groaned.
Kebira didn’t say a word, but looked back to see if this pleased her husband. From the low, grunting noises he made while stroking his cock, I could bet he was enjoying the show!
The flesh of Kebira’s tits around my dick felt great. Seeing them so closely, I could tell that her tits were around a 34 full C cup. Maybe a small D. They were not perky, but very soft. Anyhow, they were not saggy at all and had small dark areolas with hard, protruding nipples. It was a great sight looking down her cleavage, from where my cock rhythmically jumped out. While I titfucked her, I caressed Kebira’s face staring directly into her deep, dark eyes. Her gentle face framed by her hijab was so erotic: it was a symbol of innocence…her lost innocence, since I was about to fuck her like a whore in front of her cuckold husband! That religious piece of clothing was turning me on like few things had done before: it was like committing a forbidden taboo.
At that point, I wanted her pussy so bad. So I lifted her up and indicated a desk that was placed right below the bulb. She understood and set down. I got closer, looked at the old man and grinned. Kebira unease was well displayed by the fact that she sat upright and held her legs tight shut. I placed my hands underneath her knees and lifted her up, so that she laid down on the deck. Then forced her legs apart. I took a close up look at her wonderful pussy. As I was moving her thighs open, that beautiful flower hidden there bloomed open. I can still see now before my eyes her lips parting, revealing the soft pink skin whose color was enhanced by the amber complexion.
When Kebira’s legs were finally spread, I slid a finger along her slit. Once again I had proof that she was unwilling to do this, since she was dry.
“You’re not wet, are you? – I said to her in my own language, so that she could not understand – I bet we have to do something about this. Just relax…I saw it before in your eyes that you want something more that old wanker over there!! I’ll promise that this will be much better than your usual fucks!”
As I spoke, I leaned forward to kiss, lick and suck her tits. Meanwhile I also stimulated her clit with my fingers, probing her vagina from time to time. After some moments I felt moisture wetting my forefinger. I looked up at her and smiled. She averted her gaze, embarrassed. I retreated my finger, held it up in the light so that the husband could see it and then sucked on it, watching the old man who licked his lips.
Then I resumed my stimulation. Kebira was moving her head back and forth while I explored her whole body with my tongue, trying hard not to make a sound. I tickled her everywhere: neck, arms, feet, hips, belly, tits… But she lost her composure only when I aimed for her pussy. I had just traced the inside of her thighs, when I continued my motion licking the outer parts of her vulva: mound, big labia, that tasty pink indent between outer lips and inner ones, small labia. She just panted throughout the whole process. But a soft moan escaped when my tongue entered her now well lubed pussy, swirling inside it and lapping out all the juices it could collect.
“Ohhhh…ahhhh….ohhhh…” was the words she spoke, lauder and lauder as I kept on eating her out. She tasted delicious: strong and a little bitter, just as I like it. Just as if she had recently had her period!
Her tone raised even more when my thumb attacked her clit. This one was very sensitive indeed. Every time I touched it, she trembled, arched her back and groaned loud. I switched places: my tongue took care of her clit and my fingers explored the insides of her wombs. I gyrated my wrist so that no angle was left untouched. I even arched my fingers up and down as I slid in and out. My mouth did not spare itself too: I sucked, licked, bit, pulled, nipped her clit till she was actually screaming in pleasure. Her hands held on tight to the desk. Her eyes were closed, the head leant back. Her boobs bounced every time she bucked her hips, shaken with jolts of pleasure.
Finally her legs wrapped around my head, her hands flew to her tits and she collapsed on her back, while her climax hit her in waves that forced her whole body to tremble violently. Gushes of juices erupted from her vagina and I drank them all greedily.
“Ohhh….uhh…OHHHH….AHHHHH…YALLAH…AHHHHHH!!!” were the things she shouted.
When finally her orgasm subsided, she laid there, panting. I watched from between her legs her boobs lift and fall as she tried to catch her breath. It was a glorious sight! The strong scent of her juices filled my nostrils and her savor still was inside my mouth. It was all so arousing that my cock actually was throbbing with anticipation. So I stood up from the kneeling position I was in and lined my dick with her vagina. Before sticking it in, I slid it along her slit a few times, to lube it and rub her sensitive clit some more. Kebira’s senses were heightened by her recent climax, so she shook even more violently when I touched her knob. Anyhow I noticed something different in her. She held the eyes wide open, fixed on mine. And they were full of lust. I bet her husband never made her cum, neither did he care to… I could guess that my youth, my manners and my decent appearance was enough to loosen her up.
“Do you want it? Uhm? Want it inside your soaked, little, tight Arabic pussy? – I teased her, while I still rubbed my dick on her clit – It seems you’re having what you looked for… – I joked to her husband, who had stood up to have a better view – Ask for it, Kebira! I wanna hear you beg me in Arabic to fuck you!!”
I don’t know if she understood from the situation what I was saying, but she did replied something. Maybe it was a plea, maybe some request…I couldn’t tell. I let myself believe that she did beg me to fuck her so I told:
“You want it that bad?? Very well…then here you go!!”
I stuck my cock inside her pussy. She was so damp that I could slide in to the base with one single movement. My balls hit her ass and a sound of flesh colliding and juice splashing came when our hips met.
“Arghhh….” I screamed, overwhelmed by the strong sensations her pussy was sending through my dick. “You’re soooo tight! I’d have never imagined that you’d be so tight even after the orgasm you had! Your pussy feels like a leather glow around my cock. You’re milking me. It will be hard not to cum straight away…but I wanna screw you for a long time, so I’ll try my best!”
As I spoke, I started thrusting with my hips. At first I had to control myself, because I was not lying when I said that it would be difficult to hold my orgasm back. So I pounded her with long, hard strokes. My dick came out almost all the way, before I slammed it back in. Every time I hit the tip of her wombs and she emitted low grunts of appreciation. Soon enough her legs were sealed around my hips, dictating the speed. And she wanted me to go faster. Which I accomplished with pleasure. I increased my pace. At first the movements were a bit frantic, but then I stabilized on a quick rhythm.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh….Ohhhhhhhhhhh….Ahhhhhhhhhhh”
She continued to moan, grunt and scream. It was now a continuous sound that came from her mouth. Her hands were madly fondling the breasts, pinching and pulling her nipples. It was wonderful to see those boobs bounce up and down, when I slammed my dick into her frail body.
“Do you like it, slut? I knew you would have liked it! You wanna feel it hard and rough, just like the bitch you are. – I trash-talked to her, knowing she could not understand – Look at your husband… – I motioned with my head toward the old man and she turned her head – He’s all hard and horny seeing how slutty you’re behaving. Look at his wrinkled cock. He’s pumping it fast. I can tell he’s on the verge of cumming, but he knows he has to restrain himself because the show is not over yet.”
As I spoke, I felt Kebira shudder underneath me. I couldn’t believe that she was cumming again this soon. But she was. Jolts of pleasure were waving up and down her spine, letting her spill more juice on my already drenched cock. All she spoke was a low rattle, which became an hiss as the orgasm subsided.
She raised herself and let her tits press against my bare chest, gazed intently into my eyes with her dark pupils and kissed me. While our tongues battled, her legs released my hips and she jumped down from the desk, with my cock buried deep in her wombs. Pinned as she was, given that I was higher than her, she had to stand on tiptoes. She forced me to spin, so that my butt was on the edge of the desk. Then she took out my dick from her vagina, stepped back, bent over to suck on it and turned around. Till this last action, she never lost eye contact with me. Then she lined my iron-hard prick with her vagina and pushed back her hips.
In one movement she had my cock stuffed again in her wombs. I let out a sigh, always trying to delay my orgasm. She looked back, satisfied that she was teasing me. And actually a sensual smile was painted on her face. That lustful smile framed by her hijab was something that got me even more horny, if possible. Moreover, some other wisps of raven black hair had escaped the veil and bounced sensually around her face as she started to buck her hips.
Suddenly I felt a movement behind me. Soon enough, the old husband appeared on my right. Now he had removed the bathrobe and was jerking his cock fast. I could see drops of sweat on his hairy chest and around his forehead. He was also muttering something. Kebira turned her face toward him, but he didn’t seem to notice. Obviously she did understand what he said under his breath. By the look on her face it was some kind of dirty talking she did not like.
I don’t know if she was asked to, or if she did it to respond to those words, but she increased the pace with which she thrust her hips. This forced the both of us to moan.
“Holy shit!!! – I cursed – If you go on like this, baby, you’ll make me cum in no time. You gotta be clenching your pussy muscles to be THAT tight. You squeeze me too much!!!”
To avert my mind from the overwhelming pleasure she was giving me, I reached out with my hands and grabbed one of those big, soft titties. With the other I hold onto her hijab, as if it was a rein. I pulled and she had to bend her head backwards. Her mouth fell open as I began to meet her humps with thrusts of my own. Our hips were literally slamming by that time. Her husband was more excited than ever. He walked around us, continuing his muttering. Kebira didn’t care about him anymore. She was just panting, moaning and grunting while trying to catch up with my frenzied pace.
I pushed her away just a moment before I cummed. She lost her balance and fell onto the ground. I grabbed my dick and squeezed hard to constrain my spunk. Eventually I did it. She was down on the floor, over a mat that covered it and was looking over at me with lust. She was also grinning. I didn’t need for her to speak to understand that she was self-satisfied to have me brought to the verge of cumming and that she was also glad I have not, so that we could go on some more.
My guess was confirmed when she got on all fours, bent over and stuck her ass into the air, wiggling it to invite me to hurry and fuck her. I needed no further encouragement: I got behind her, ready to stuff my dick back in. But her husband dropped to his knees too. I was so surprised that I stopped. For the first time, he touched his wife, spreading her ass before me. Her asshole was now stretched and in full view. With his head he gestured toward her asshole, trying to tell me he wanted to see his wife’s ass fucked. I think my face showed an awestruck expression because he made more frantic gestures to make me understand.
Meanwhile, Kebira had turned back and got the whole situation. She did say something harsh to him, who barked something else back. They discussed for about two minutes, which I used to make up my mind. I had never assfucked a girl before, but always wanted to. Moreover, doing it with a girl who still showed the religious symbol of the hijab was arousing beyond belief. So I resolved that, if Kebira agreed, I’d have gone with it.
On the woman’s face I could see again the shyness she felt at the beginning. And also the refusal before such an act, but also the total submission to her husband’s will. In fact, she sighted and nodded. Now that they were done discussing, the man resumed to beg me silently to fuck his wife’s ass. He stopped only when I grinned and placed my dickhead at the entrance of her butt. Happy he crawled back a little, stroking his cock. Both he and Kebira looked at me. The woman showed the signs of fear and disgust on her face. I cannot lie: I liked both of her expressions. And I loved the submission in her eyes even more.
I leaned forward and whispered into her ear: “Don’t worry…I’ll fuck you so well that you’ll end up liking it!”
Even though she did not get what I said, I felt her relaxing. Maybe it was my tone. Feeling that it was the right moment, I started to push. My dick had never been that hard before. Just the idea of ripping that ass apart was causing my erection to be almost painful.
“Arghhhhh…” Kebira cried out, as I went past her unbelievably tight sphincter.
Luckily my cock was lubed with her juiced, otherwise the friction would have been too much, as tight as she was. She wiggled and trembled as I kept pushing. Further and further my prick went into her rectum. But it was an hard fit. I was sweating from the effort it cost me and she was screaming in pain. I could see tears filling her eyes. When I finally stuck myself all the way in and my balls slammed against her ass, she bucked her head backwards and yelled:
“AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!”
I stayed in position for about a minute, so that she could accommodate to my presence. Then I started to pump, up and down. To support myself, I grabbed one of her tits. To ease her pain, I played with her nipple, while the other hand stimulated her clit.
At first she continued to cry in discomfort. But then the screams turned to grunts. I could hear in those a mix of pain and pleasure. Her asshole was now stretched and relaxed. I looked down while my hard rod was entering her. It was unbelievable that her sphincter could actually stretch that much. It chocked my cock as if trying to cut it off. It felt amazing. I’d have never thought that anal fucking could be so intense.
After several minutes of long thrusts, I noticed that Kebira was moving her ass to match my own movements. So I felt that it was right to put some more effort in it. Moreover, the slow pace has let my approaching orgasm subside. Therefore I was more than ready for another hard-fucking session. So I started to pound her more forcefully. I simply loved the “Argh!!”, “Ohi!!!”, “Auch!!!” she made to suppress the pain every time I hit the bottom. Anyhow, now she was also liking it, as I could tell from the moisture wetting my fingers as I fooled around with her pussy.
Soon enough, not only I was pushing with all my might, but also picking up speed. Now Kebira was moaning. And they were without a doubt moans of pleasure. In and out my cock kept going. My balls ached for the delayed orgasm, but I didn’t want the intense pleasure to stop. So I just rolled on.
After a while, Kebira fell under my thrusts. Her knees became too weak to sustain my pounding, so she collapsed to the ground. Now she was laying on her bally. The entire weight of her body pressed on her tits, one of which was cupped in my hand and seemed to explode under the pressure and the constraint. I didn’t stop to assfuck her, not even for a second. I kept pushing and pulling my hard shaft till she trembled, quivered and shouted.
A third orgasm hit her. The old man approached, surprised of how slutty his wife was. I could see that his balls too were contracted for the effort not to blast their load. He was still muttering and I didn’t need to know Arabic to understand that he was speaking dirty incitements to his wife to be even sluttier. Kebira rested, panting, on the floor, as I moved slowly in and out of her ass. When she was still there, I pulled out and stuck my cock into her vagina once more. She was surprised, but liked the change. Her pussy was soaking wet and sounds came when I fucked her. She simply laid there, enjoying the ride.
After some more minutes, she turned and gestured me to stop. I did and she took my member out of her wombs. The man said something and Kebira replied something else back, disgusted. Anyhow, with a sad look on her face, accomplished his wish and bent over to suck my dick.
“Do you like how my cock tastes coated in your pussy juices and your ass flavor?” I asked.
She looked at me without a hint of what I was saying. But she did lick my prick good.
Then she laid on the floor, legs wide spread. She held them so apart that her pussy gaped. I could see perfectly her hole. I had no doubt about what it meant. I jumped on her and, after putting my hard rod in, I began pounding as forcefully as I could with my remaining stamina. It was no long after that I felt my climax approach.
“Ohhhh…my god…KEBIRA…I’M GONNA CUM…KEBIRA!!! I’M ABOUT TO SHOOT MY LOAD!!! UGHHHH!!!” I shouted.
The man said something in a hurry. The woman did not even turn an hair, but probably complied because he smiled.
If I’m right about this, he asked her to let me cum inside her, because she locked her legs around my waist and forced me into her as far as she could. This seemed something she obeyed to willingly, after all…
Once I was there, we both shouted. She had the forth climax of the night and the grip of her vagina on my cock, as it contracted because of the orgasm, was too much for me to bear. I exploded into her, blasting my load. My nuts ached when they finally could release their seed and plant it into Kebira’s wombs. We both shuddered, shook and quivered. After the first spurts were deposit into her pussy I collapsed onto her, even though I was still cumming. The heat emanating from her tits was fantastic. Soon her lips sealed with mine and our moans became one. When the last waves of my orgasm had gone through my body, our lips parted. She was smiling and her eyes were still filled with desire. I lifted myself and pulled out my dick. A long stream of spunk oozed out of her well used pussy. I had really filled her up to the brim.
Suddenly the husband bent forward and put his mouth on her pussy, drinking my sperm out of her wife’s vagina. At that moment, he looked to me so pathetic. Not because he was eating my seed, neither because he was a cuckold. It was the frantic way he moved, the muttering, the sweat, his whole uncured body, those greasy pubic hair that made him pathetic. It was pathetic how he was so keen on giving up his wife to a stranger instead of satisfying her himself.
But I did say nothing. I just stared at him, like his wife was doing. To her eyes all this was not pathetic, but gross. Disgust was painted across her face. But she too did say nothing. We both witnessed the downfall of a man in silence.
The old man’s hand was jerking furiously his wrinkled cock and, when he was done eating, he spurted all his seed onto his wife’s belly. She closed her eyes as the hot sperm landed. Finally he was done and collapsed to the floor. Kebira opened her eyes and gazed into mine, as if she was trying to apologize for that show. Then her gaze focused on my pubes.
Without me even noticing, my cock was still semi-hard. She asked me to get closer with a gesture of her finger and I did. She took my spunk- and juice-coated dick into her mouth and worked with her tongue all over it. I shuddered while waves of painful pleasure went through me. Then, finally, I came again. It was just a few drops but I deposited them into Kebira’s mouth. She looked up at me, grinning while she still had my manhood in her mouth. She flicked and swirled with her tongue till the very last droplet was milked from my balls and I was screaming out in pain, then she let me go. I felt my knees tremble under the shudders of the expelled orgasm, lost my balance and fell to the ground.
Kebira giggled then opened her mouth to let me see my cum into it, closed again and swallowed, opening it again to prove that she had really done it.
We gazed into each other eyes for what seemed a long time. The lust and the desire not for me, but for a better, more free life were radiating from her. I felt sorry for her and yet the way she was subdued aroused me. Our expression said what words could not. Then her husband spoke. It must have been some kind of joke because he grinned, but she didn’t. On the contrary, her eyes swelled with tears and started crying, obviously feeling again as dirty as she felt at the beginning.
I don’t know what he told her. Maybe he just stated that she was a slut or something. Anyhow, I felt that it was not wise to stay there anymore. So I stood up, picked my clothes, caressed Kebira one last time and left.
The day after, I asked myself if I had only dreamt that. But the way Kebira looked at me told otherwise. It was a mix of guilt and lust.
I left the country two days later and never returned, but that night is burned into my mind as one of the most intriguing I’ve ever had…and, probably, will have.

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A new kind of MILF

It was the end of the summer holidays and my usual post-holiday blues had hit me hard at school. It was a boarding school and I knew I wouldn’t be able to go home for another 6 weeks, 6 weeks of boring lessons, angry teachers and stupid girls. I was 15 and small for my age, 5 ft 2″ to be precise. This put me at a huge disadvantage when it came to girls. Not because I had a small penis, in fact at 7 inches it was something many boys my own age envied, but girls never got so far as to see it. Instead, they would see my petite figure and presume they could do better. I was athletic with big bulging muscles, scruffy black hair and deep brown eyes and amongst the younger girls I was a hit, but they were all no older than 12 or 13 and to me that felt wrong. No, I liked older girls. Much older girls. So when I arrived back at school and went to say hello to my new house matron I was pleasantly surprised.
As I’ve already revealed, I like older women. My mum has always been something of a sex object to me and many a time I’ve had a good wank imagining her big boobs and wet pussy as I stroked myself to orgasm. It turned me on so much. You could always guarantee that when I walked passed a MILF figure on the street my 7 inch cock would be bulging under my boxers. With this in mind, you can imagine how excited I was when I entered matrons room and before me stood a fit older woman. She was in her late 30’s or early 40’s, no bigger than 5ft5″, tanned skin, brunette hair, sexy brown eyes, a wicked smile and only slightly chubby. To me she was super hot. Already my cock was stirring in my pants as I imagined her bent over her desk, moaning as I rammed her sloppy cunt with my thick dick. Any school blues were immediately forgotten
“Hi” she said smiling at me, “I’m Louise.” Her voice was slow and sexy, and her lips glistened with lipstick. I could almost feel them around my rock hard penis as she told me her name. No member of staff had ever introduced themselves to me using their first name and already I felt she would be different to the others. Of course there were other fit teachers at my school, but they were all conventional, law-abiding people who would never even think if a student topless, let alone have sex with them. With this in mind I replied putting on my deepest, silkiest voice.
“Hey there Louise, I’m George. I like the dress your wearing” It was true, I loved the dress she was wearing. It was light blue, velvet and clung to her seductive curves and petite breasts showing them off in a perfect way.
“Why thank you George” she giggled, smiling once again in her sexy, slutty way. “I’m glad you like it.” We stood for a few moments just looking at each other, me stupefied by her mature sex appeal and her just watching my eyes run over her body. “I’m new here George and it’s nearly supper, do you think you could show me where to go?”
“umm ohh yeah, sure” I said, suddenly snapping out of my lustrous gave. I walked her to supper, chatting about everything, trying to be as flirty as possible without giving the game away. However by the time we reached the dining room, my initial excitement had been quashed. Whilst we were talking, she had mentioned a boyfriend and immediately the school blues came back. Maybe my vision of fucking her juicy pussy would have to be put on hold for now.
3 weeks passed and still I didn’t get any action from her. I continued flirting with her and tried to act sexy whenever she was around but still nothing. She had broken up with her new boyfriend after only a few days and me and her had a good bitch about him, but she never acted upon my seductive starts. All that was about to change though…
It was a Tuesday, a sport day, and we had hockey. I loved hockey and was one of the best in the school, already playing for the 1XI. It was a tough training session that day and I had been hit with a ball right in my lower back. By the time I got back to house, I could barely walk it hurt so much. I decided to go and see matron.
“Hey Louise” I muttered as I staggered in, not bothering to put on a sexy voice as I was in too much pain.
“Ohh hi George! Good to see you. Oh my goodness what’s wrong?!” she exclaimed as she saw me struggling to move. I looked up at her for the first time and suddenly the pain started to go as I took her sexy figure in. She was dressed in an almost see-through white top with a lacy black bra on underneath. I could feel my cock throbbing slightly. On bottom, she wore a tight black mini skirt which hugged her perfect ass whenever she turned around and silk stockings which rose to just above her knees. My cock stiffened slowly as I wondered if she was wearing any panties…”George?” She said, bring me out of my fantasy.
“Ohh, it’s my back Louise, I got hit with a ball.” Slowly I staggered over to her chair and sat down.
“A ball! Ouch! Bet that hurt. Right if you take off your shirt I’ll rub some gel on that should ease the pain.” I did what she told me, and couldn’t help but liking her dominate tone as she instructed me. My dick grew larger and my boxers began to bulge as a my 7 inch penis reached full attention. She walked over to me smiling, and once again I thought of her not wearing any panties, her sweet pussy naked to the air I was breathing in. She turned me round and slowly started massaging gel into my back, working her soft hands over my body.
“Mmmm, that’s feeling better already” I was feeling better, but I don’t think it was the gel. She continued rubbing slowly getting lower until she was at the base of my spine, right above my ass hole. I was so turned on right now I could feel the pre-cum forming on the tip of my shaft.
“Take your shorts off George” she said forcefully “the nerve runs all down your leg, I better rub that too” I couldn’t believe my luck, but also felt self-conscious of my fully erect dick, as I took my shorts down until I was sitting only in boxers. She worked her fingers down my arse, around my leg and to the inside of my thigh. I looked at her suddenly, giving her a confused stare as she rubbed near to my right testicle. Giggling she said “trust me, I’m a doctor”. After 3 weeks of bitter disappointment I didn’t allow my hopes to be raised too much as she rubbed me, but when she carried on rubbing my inside thigh for a little too long, my dick started throbbing. It must have been obvious to her that I had a hardon now, but I didn’t care and just relaxed. The pre-cum was now soaking into my boxers and as she stroked just beneath my balls, I suddenly felt like I was going to cum. All this touching was getting to me and any second I would shoot my load. I was worried now, I couldn’t just shoot my load with my matron right there, I thought of an excuse to get up and leave, but it was too late. My matrons fingers suddenly made contact with my aching balls and I came the hardest I think I ever had done. The cum shot straight through my skimpy boxers and splashed up onto matron’s arm.
“Oh God! Louise! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to, I…I just…the touching…and your hands…and you…I’m sorry!” I could already hear my housemaster shouting at me, telling me I’d been expelled for indecent behaviour around staff. Fuck, I thought to myself. I shouldn’t have let that happen. I shouldn’t have. What an idiot I was allowing myself to get turned on by my own matron!
“That’s ok George” I looked at her dumbfounded. Sensing my disbelief she continued, “it’s natural for boys your age to get excited like that. It was my fault, I shouldn’t have touched you there or anywhere even close. Sorry George.”
“Ummm” I was lost for words. She didn’t care that I had just cum all over her arm! We sat in silence for what felt like an age.
“George” she said quietly, “what did you mean when you said “it was just you”?”. I looked at her, my cum dribbling down her arm, her boobs being cupped by her lacy bra, her tight skirt hugging her ass and I imagined her naked pussy beneath. I had to go for it. It was now or never.
“I meant…..you turn me on. You really turn me on matron. The way you dress, your hot face, sexy body. I want you. I really do.” I paused and waited to see her reaction. Again I could hear my
housemaster shouting my expulsion at me.
“Really?” she asked.
“Really” I confirmed. Again there was an awkward silence.
“Oh who am I kidding” she suddenly said “you turn me on as well. Ever since we first met I’ve been wanting your cock inside my wet cunt. I’ve been trying to find a way to make it happen but it’s never worked out.” I looked at her amazed. Then, taking charge I ripped off my boxers and thrust my cum soaked dick at her face.
“Suck it” I told her. Immediately her glistening lips engulfed my raging cock. She took in 4 inches straight away and started sucking like a pro. She worked her fingers over the shaft as she licked and nibbled the head, making me squirm in ecstasy as I sat there. I reached over her and pulled at her top and bra, freeing a boob. I pinched the nipple making her moan as she blew me, and carried on fondling it while she worked. I could feel my balls tightening as she increased the pace and the pressure and without warning I squirted another huge load down her throat. She carried on sucking as I pulled her down deeper onto my erupting dick, forcing her to clean up any cum which remained. Finally I released her and she looked up me with her sexy slutty smile.
“Wow, you do have a lot of cum in those young balls don’t you” she said, licking her chin, getting the last bits of sperm off her beautiful face. “How about you put that massive dick in my pussy, George? I want you to feel my sloppy lady cunt!” She looked at me lustfully and I duly responded. Picking her off the floor and laying her on the desk. Although I was a bit smaller than her, I was strong enough to carry her. “Fuck me George, fuck me hard. I want you to pound my stupid little pussy. Make me your bitch George. Fuck me now!” she screamed at me as I placed her down. I was already rock hard again as she spoke dirty to me and pulled up her skirt to reveal what I had hoped for. She wasn’t wearing panties.
“Oh you naughty little girl” I told her, indicating her bare pussy. “Good girls wear panties”
“Good thing I’m not a good girl then” she teased. “Now fuck my soaking cunt” I pulled her forward and kissed her juicy lips. She grabbed at my tongue with hers, drawing me closer, kissing me aggressively. God she was turned on I thought, as I kissed my way down her sexy body. Her neck, then chest, then her petite boobs. I caressed her hard nipples, tweaking and sucking, making her groan in pleasure as I slowly rubbed her dripping clit with my other hand. I carried moving down her tummy, bellybutton then her legs. I kissed her inside thighs, teasing her like she had me a few minutes before, making her even wetter and moan even louder. “OHHHHHH FUCK ME GEORGE!” She screamed at me, begging me to fulfil her dirty orders. I kissed my way up to her pussy, smelling her deep musky smell for the first time. God it turned me on. I carried on rubbing her clit as I pushed my tongue deep within her vagina. Almost immediately, this pushed her over the edge. “FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK YES! OHHHHHHH FUCKING HELL YES. MMMMMMM OHHHH SHIIIIIIIT” She shouted in ecstasy as she came hard in my mouth, writhing beneath my fingers and tongue, clawing my back with her painted nails.
Exhausted, she relaxed, letting me clean up her soaking cunt, enjoying the feeling of young boy tongue inside her grown up pussy. “Shit” she suddenly said. “That’s the hardest I’ve cum for years. You really know how to please a girl George.” She giggled once again and smiled at me.
“Oh I’m not done yet Louise” I told her. “Just wait until I’m ramming you with my dick. Then you’ll cum HARD.”
“Fucking hell George, you make me so wet. I want you in me. Now!” She looked at me lustfully as I aimed my raging cock at her sloppy cunt. I thought back 3 weeks to when I first met her and smiled to myself, realising my fantasy had become reality. She moaned as I slid in, completely taking my 7 inch cock. “She was SO wet!” I thought to myself as slowly I started to fuck her.
“Shit. Fuck. Shit. Shit. Fuck. Shit” she cried with every thrust as I slowly increased my pace, whilst rubbing her engorged clit and sucking her hard nipples. She continued groaning, louder and louder as I fucked her getting harder and faster until it was one big sloppy mess. My dick ramming in and out of her loose lady pussy, dripping with her juice as she shouted expletives at me. “SHIT. FUCK. SHIT. FUCK.FUCK.FUCK.FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” She screamed as she came for the second time. I could feel her pussy tightening over my raging dick and felt my balls clench.
“Shit. I’m going to cum…I’m gunna cum…I’m gunna cuuuuuuuuuuuum” I cried with pleasure as I shot load after load deep into her, watching her sexy face contort with sheer pleasure as we came together. We lay there for a few minutes, exhausted, cum leaking out of her pussy, down her ass crack and onto the floor. “We better clean up before someone comes in” I finally said, breaking the silence.
“I’ve got a better idea”, she whispered and clambered over me into a 69 position. Here we licked, nibbled and cleaned until we were spotless. I could feel my dick getting hard again in her mouth as she sucked my cock hard. I was too exhausted to cry out this time, as my balls clenched and some cum dribbled into her mouth. I let her suck me dry whilst I ate her out, caressing her asshole with my finger, probing her as she worked on me. Eventually I looked up at the clock and realised it was nearly supper.
“Shit, Louise, we better get going baby.” She looked at me from beneath my dick and pouted.
“But we were having so much fun hunny.” She smiled wickedly at me then said “we should get together more often. This was really great.”
“I know” I said, reaching forward and kissing her. “We should”
“Think you could walk me to supper?” she giggled.
“Sure” I said as I pulled on my top. “Follow me Louise…”
We walked to supper in a satisfied silence, my hand resting on her ass as we wandered along. When we got to the dining room, grace had already been said and the housemaster asked where I had been.
“Oh sorry Hew, it was my fault” Matron burst out. “George got hit my a ball in hockey so I just…helped ease the pain..” she said winking at me.
“Don’t worry then George” said my housemaster. I went to sit down with my year when suddenly matron shouted at me.
“Oh George!” she shouted above the noise in the room. “If it’s still painful in the morning do come see me…” She smiled once more in that wicked, slutty way, then turned and walked off. I watched her ass sway with every step. Damn, I thought, “even if it doesn’t hurt, I’m going to come see you.” I sat for the rest of supper in a dazed state, not speaking to anyone, running over in my head what had just happened. Wow, I’d just shagged a new kind of MILF. A Matron I’d Like to Fuck.

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Fiction

10 inches to Ruin

10 inches to Ruin
By
Loverboy69
At about 13 it became obvious I was not normal. Between my legs my cock had grown to major size. Flaccid it was 6 inches long and thick. When fully hard it stood straight out, perpendicular from my body and a full 10 inches long from pubic bone to the tip of the head. I had no idea where the monster would lead me but I willingly followed along.
My monster became my best friend and worst enemy. He made me friends and lost me nearly as many. At the tender of age of 14 and 15 girls were terrified of the Monster. After a year of embarrassment I was ready to cut it off. I was an oddity. Girls avoided me, although they never made fun of me. It’s difficult to make fun of a kid with a 10 inch dick. It’s like the girls knew secretly that someday I would be seen not as a freak but as a desired property, and that would describe my dilemma – I was a life support system for a big assed cock.
Of course at that age I was a raging hormone. If it wasn’t hard it was swollen at the least and it was pretty obvious, as the style of dress were tight jeans mostly, so the bulge was always present despite my trying to downplay that reality. I was a virgin because while many girls had felt it, jerked it and a few had licked it some, no one wanted it in them – no one my own age anyway. Older women were different however. Finally one summer afternoon after I turned 15 my virginity was history.
I was staying with my uncle and cousins for about a month. My aunt Marty walked around the house in a two piece bathing suit all summer and it was having the obvious and I later found out – fully intended – effect. Seems Marty had spied the Monster and being the nasty slut she was, she was going to play with the big fella.
One night we were sitting up watching the Democratic National Convention on TV. Everyone else in the house was asleep and Marty and I were alone in the living room. She sat in a chair, I on the floor across from her. She was wearing a shorty, babydoll nightie, a rather plain beige as I recall. Somehow the conversation was steered toward sex. Marty was mentioning this and that – cunnilingus most notably and how my uncle didn’t do that. She asked if I knew what it was.
I did indeed know what it was, but instead of her leading me directly to the furry taco she told me to open the little draw on the side table beside the couch. Inside was the book “Everything You Ever Wanted To Know About Sex But Were Afraid Ask.” I remember around then this book was shocking and all the rage. Marty had me turn to a specific page – she’d memorized and in fact dog eared the page – I should have known at the time the implications of that. Marty had planned this all along I would later learn.
She had me read the definition of cunnilingus and when I’d finished she asked if I had ever done “that?” I had and answered yes, all my girlfriends would only let me do that. She then asked if they “returned the favor,” as she put it, to which I said not really, they just played with me some. She looked sad with a fake put on expression. She asked my why and I told her I thought they were scared. She proceeded to tell me young girls are sometimes not ready for real sex and I might need to turn to older girls for sex. I replied that a few of them were not virgins but they still would not let me have sex with them. Marty pretended to not know why.
It was at this point that Marty made sure her meaning was clear. She sat with her left leg folded under her in the chair, but her right foot was sitting in the chair, her right knee in the air. I could see her golden triangle and as that was her goal, I enjoyed the view, but I was still scared to let her see me looking. I was sitting on the floor, facing her a mere 3 feet from her as she sat in the chair with one leg cocked up in the air. She caught me looking at her patch and asked me if I liked the view. I nodded yes silently. She smiled and said that was a good thing. She asked me directly if I ever wanted to be “with a real woman instead of these scared little girls?” Of course I was interested, and just again nodded my agreement.
Suddenly she said “Well, it’s getting late. We’d better get to sleep.” She then looked me in the eyes and leaned forward. “Ya know Andy, we can’t discuss this with anyone, even your cousin Robby,” her son. I replied I knew better then to ever blab my mouth to anyone. She smiled, patted my cheek gently and kissed me on the forehead. “Get off to bed now. We’ll ‘talk’ more tomorrow.”
I slept fitfully at best and was up in the early dawn as my uncle was showering for work. It would be a hot Summer day and the heat of the morning woke me with fits, but excited ones. I laid in the bottom bunk in Robby’s room until after I heard my uncle leave for work. I watched as he drove his truck out of the driveway and waited a minute or two and got out of bed. As I slowly opened the door I was shocked to see Marty standing outside the door.
“Morning sleepy head” she smiled. She claimed she was just walking through the hall, but as her room was on the other end of the house, as was the laundry room and her master bath, I knew the deal in my mind. I was going to lose my virginity today – and she was as eager to take it as I was to give it up. She spent the morning teasing me with little looks at her full breasts as she wore an old white button down shirt that was tied at her mid drift. The shirt was unbuttoned all the way to the knot that tied it, so there was all the cleavage I could stand as well as clearly seeing her nipples as they hardened and stood erect under the thin layer of white cotton.
We didn’t discuss the night before, but she’d made mention of how Robby had a double header ball game this afternoon, and she thought it too hot to sit in the Sun and watch, so she had asked another Mom to pick him up and take him to the game. How clever of her to strategically arrange a nice 3 or 4 hour period in the early afternoon to be “out of that hot Sun.” as she intimated. After about an hour of flaunting and taunting me with her tits and ample ass, I was walking around with a permanent semi. She once looked right at it and asked “having a “hard” time Andy?” I was embarrassed, still not sure what the fuck was going on, but by now I hardly cared.
Robby could be heard rustling around as he got up and Marty looked at me and whispered “Ah . . . I better go change . . . be right back.” She left the living room and disappeared into her master on the other side of the kitchen just as cousin Robby emerged, rubbing his eyes and his usual chipper morning self. Marty came back out of her room in her usual attire for a hot Summer day – a two piece bathing suit.
The morning drug on until finally Mrs. Adams pulled up about 12:30 with her two boys to pick up Robby and take him to the games. Debbie Adams was a real piece. Medium height, thin and lithesome, but nice tits on a thin woman. She wasn’t skinny or even lean, but she had wide hips, full breasts, an awesome ass and a smile that would kill ya. I had jerked off nearly every night thinking about Debbie Adams. She hung out for a few as Robby finished gathering up his stuff and I noticed aunt Marty and Debbie talking quietly, occasionally looking at me and giggling like 15 year old girls. I didn’t really pay all that much attention at the time but later it would be clear as to why.
Finally Robby had his shit together and Debbie got up to leave. As she walked out she smiled and said, “Okay, I’ll do the Mom thing today and next time it’s your turn Marty.” Then she looked at me and poked me in the chest as she passed ‘Behave yourself Andy!” she admonished as she turned back to Marty, laughed a bit and walked out.
As the door closed Marty moved to the business at hand. “I’m gonna go lay out on the deck Andy. Wanna join me and get some Sun before it gets way too hot?” “Naw aunt Marty. Do you mind if I just sit here and watch TV for a few minutes? It’s really hot!” “Suit yourself young man,” she smiled and walked out onto the deck. Of course the blinds were open and I could clearly see her laying on the chaise not more than 15 feet from me.
I sat and rubbed my growing cock. Finally I dispensed with the silly confusion and opened my jeans shorts and let my cock free. I rubbed it and slapped it against my leg. Marty turned over on her stomach and as I started to get scared again, she looked at me and could easily see me and the Monster in my hand. She got up, grabbed her towel and walked in. I was dumbstruck with fear and anticipation.
“Looks like you have your hands full Andy. Can aunt Marty help ya with that?” “I was hoping you would want to,” I replied and she was on her knees in two seconds. “”Jesus fucking Christ” she exclaimed as she ran her fingertip first up and then down the underside of the Monster. I shuddered with goose bumps. “No wonder girls are afraid of you, or it!” I was getting dizzy with lust and I leered at her “Are you scared?” She rather nonchalantly replied “a little, but I can handle it.” Then with a very sincere look she said “Ya know Andy, this is wrong and if anyone ever found out I would go to jail and worse.”
“I know Marty . . . ” she raised her finger to my lip and whispered in a horse voice, “Call me Aunt Marty Sweetie. I like the sound of it, especially considering what we’re doing.” I was thrilled with that turn. She was a little cunt now wasn’t she. “Show me ya ain’t scared AUNT Marty. Put it in your mouth if ya can.” She could and she did.
She licked and sucked the bitch until I was over the edge. She looked up and said, “If I suck it until ya cum, can ya do it again?” I shot her my most confident and pardon the pun, cocky smile and replied “I cum 4 or 5 times a day everyday.” She smiled and shot back “Surprised your right arm isn’t twice as big as your left arm working with this barbell.” “No problem aunt Marty – I’m ambidextrous – sometimes!”
“Fuck,” I moaned. She kept sucking and in about ten seconds I burst a load in her mouth. She opened her mouth and stroked me while still licking and sucking. It was the biggest cum ever – at least it looked and felt like the biggest ever. It was all over her face, her hair, her chin and my lap and belly. She licked me clean and then slipped out of her bikini top and then bottoms. She stood up and I was in ecstasy. Her tits were great, her ass fat and her body built for pleasure and I was gonna have me some too.
“Stay in the chair” she said. “I wanna keep an eye out the window so no one surprises us, okay?” I was all for that and I sat back in the chair she sat in last night. She stepped up into the chair, her feet on the outsides of my legs and lowered herself onto me. Her tits slapped me in the face. I wanted to suck em but was still confused I would break some rule – what I don’t know. I mean when a 15 year old is fucking his 31 year old aunt, damn sure there are few rules. “Can I kiss you, ” I asked as she rubbed my half hardon on her cunt lips. “Absolutely Sweetie. I want ya to. Suck my nipples Sugar.” I did. She lowered herself onto me and grunted as my cock slid into her. She was very wet and I could smell her cunt juices as if it were in my face.
Then she rose up and down on me as we kissed. I sucked her tits and we kissed even more. She rubbed my nipples and she started cumming. What a slut I thought to myself. This was the most awesome thing since NFL football I thought to myself – yeah, a silly thought, considering. This was much better than football. We grunted and groaned for about ten minutes. She came repeatedly, sometimes screaming at me to fuck her harder.
I blasted another load, this time in her hot cunt and kept rocking her back and forth. “Let’s switch” she said. She got off of me and I got up. She got into the chair and slid down and hung her knees over the arms of the chair. My cock was hard as Hell as I began to get on my knees. “Now Sweetie. Squat down and fuck me hard. I want to feel you fucking me like the whore I am.” And I did. I perched my hands on the arms of the chair, she locked her hands behind my head and growled “Fuck me Andy. Fuck me hard. Do you like fucking your mom’s sister? Like it? Huh Baby? Like fucking my wet pussy?” I did and I told her so.
“You are so fucking hot aunt Marty. I have fantasized about you since I was about 12 years old.” She liked hearing that. “So, ya wanted to fuck aunt Marty even then?” “Oh yeah!” I replied. “Oh shit she squalled. Her grip on the back of my neck tightened and she sort of lifted herself off the chair and hung from my neck. I slid my arms under her ass and stood up with her suspended from my neck and impaled on the Monster. She pressed her flesh against my chest and shoved her tongue down my throat. I waddled over to the front door beside us and pushed her against it so I could gain purchase to drive the bitch home. I fucked her like she’d never been fucked in her life.
The whole event lasted only a few minutes. I dumped my third load of the afternoon into her as she kissed me and moaned into my mouth. I got a little weak and wobbly and waddled back to the chair and sat her in it. My cock popped out and hit her in the face. Cum and her cunt juice splashed on her face and my legs and belly. She licked it for all she was worth.
“Oh my fucking God!” was all she said. “Jesus Andy, you sure I was the first woman you ever had real sex with?” “Yep,” I replied. “Did you like it,” she asked, a little fearful now that the deed was done and the lust a little dissipated? “Hell ya, I loved it. Can we do it again sometime?”
She smiled very sweetly at me and said “Andy, as long as this is our little secret, we can do it whenever ya like.” She was motherly to me as she said it and that turned me on all over again. “Lord Andy!” she exclaimed as my cock started to harden again. “Lemme help ya with that Sweetie.” She sucked it again, we had a quick fuck on the floor, and I came in her again, in the missionary position. It was incredible!
“Okay Honey, let’s get cleaned up and get our shit together. They’ll be home soon.” I looked at the clock in the kitchen. It was 3:30 – we had been fucking for three hours. We parted – she to her shower and I to the hall bath to get fixed up. I showered and dressed as I was before the fun. I came back to the living room a tad sheepish for all that had gone on, but Marty, the trooper, took care of that.
“Ya know Andy, I have thought about you too – a lot. You’re so good looking and strong. And with that cock, you are going to break a million hearts my dear.” I blushed a little and replied “I am not sure about that.” She came to me and said, “Now listen, we must be completely discreet and normal around other people okay?” “Sure aunt Marty. I know the deal. I will never repeat this to anyone.” I replied.
About that time thunder began and I looked out to see a good storm blowing in. Just as I started to say “look at the clouds” to show her how dark and full they looked Mrs. Adam’s pulled back into the driveway and beeped the horn. She and Robby and her boys got out of the car and as they did the clouds burst open and solid sheets of rain fell on them. By the time they got into the house they were all soaked.
Marty collected them and sent the boys off to the bathroom to get into dry clothes and out of their little league uniforms. Mrs. Adams had a big gym bag full of stuff including a change of clothes for her two sons. Turns out the ball field was closer to the storm than we were and the second game of the double header was called for lightning. As the boys left to go change Marty grabbed Debbie by the hand and whispered to her. “Will you excuse us for a minute Sweetie?” Marty asked. I got ready to get up and go to another room and she said “No Honey, keep your seat. Debbie and I are going into the kitchen for a minute. Be right back. Just watch TV for a minute, okay?”
I heard hushed voices and a gasp from Mrs. Adams. Then they disappeared into Marty’s bedroom off the kitchen for about 5 minutes or so. I heard the door open and they came out of the bedroom, all smiles. Mrs. Adams walked over to me and rubbed me under my chin. She leaned in close to me and whispered, “Can I tell you a secret Andy?” “Yes Ma’am, ” I replied. She then pulled my left ear to her mouth and whispered, “You taste very good and I hope you don’t mind, but could I have a chance to find out, first hand, I mean? How’s that sound?”
I looked at her and then at aunt Marty. Marty was grinning from ear to ear. She sauntered over and put her arm around Debbie Adam’s and then it looked like she rubbed her gorgeous ass. “Would you like that Andy? How about if Mrs. Adams and I both taste you again, very soon . . . at the same time? Does that sound like something you’d enjoy?”
“Fuckin’ A, ” I shot back. I looked at both of them and then Mrs. Adams, I guess just to fuck with me and show me what was in store, turned to Marty and they open mouth kissed in front of me. “Fuck!” I blurted out.
Mrs. Adam’s looked at me and said, “See Marty, I knew he’d like that!” Marty smiled and asked “So Andy, ya think a couple more weeks staying here with your old aunt Marty and friends will be okay for ya?” I nodded so hard I almost gave myself whiplash. They both smiled an evil, wanton smile and Marty said “Okay, lemme call my sister and tell her I would love for you to stay and “hang out” with “Robby” for another week or two. Is that okay Andy?”
“Yes Ma’am, that sounds like a great idea.” Debbie Adams quipped, “Wow, a cock like a horse and polite too! How nice!’ It was going to be a fun two weeks for sure.
Part 2
The last two weeks with Aunt Marty were awesome. I fucked her two or three times everyday almost. And Debbie Adams and Marty introduced me to lesbian sex. It was awesome for sure to be in bed with these two 30’ish MILF’s fucking them and watching them fuck each other. Couldn’t have been a better summer, but as August waned I returned home and readied myself for a return to school. If there was one thing I learned from these two awesome women, it was that a great many prim and proper appearing women are wanton sluts just waiting to be given a chance to demonstrate that side of them.
I entered the school that first day as my own self-inflated and much imagined “cock of the walk†as it were. My newfound liberation was obvious to many. Lots of kids and some teachers even remarked how much I seemed to have grown over the summer break – if only they’d known, I chuckled to myself.
There was a perk to school that I’d completely overlooked – gym class. Tenth grade they made us shower after PE. I could not have known on that September morning how a simple shower would contribute to my sexual wanderings. I was always a little shy for the obvious reasons. I mean being hung like a donkey was cool and all, but as a kid no one wants to be teased and ridiculed by their peers. The most important thing in the uncertain social structure of high school is to fit in somewhere you are comfortable. Six or more inches of flaccid Johnson hanging between one’s legs does not necessarily engender one to all the other students, but it does lead to one becoming a fascination, and if properly handled, that too can be pretty great.
One of my first lessons that year was that everyone who sees my main man Johnson stares at the big guy – oh, they pretend not to, but they do. Some guys were pretty cool, screaming “Jesus Andy! What the fuck is that?†I decided I could go with the flow or be freaked out by it, but I was all for flow going, so I did. Of course there were the ‘sly glancers.’ And the ‘I will not look, I will not look’ types too. But the best part was when Coach Rimes walked in the locker room and in a booming voice hollered “Nice cock Andrew!†I thought I would die but everyone sorta cracked up laughing and the tension was broken. As Coach Rimes left the locker room he hollered “Watch out young men. If Andy turns too quick he could put an eye out!†which again drew guffaws. I at least felt less freaked by my oddity.
Bu the most interesting part was that people talk and gossip – a whole lot, that’s for sure. Soon I began to detect little whispers and hushed conversations. I could feel people looking at me but it was one of those imperceptible things really. Ya can’t prove it but ya know it when it happens. By late September a tall black girl named Denise Hays started hanging around me. She was a senior to my sophomore, but as we were mild acquaintances, I thought nothing of it at first. She was the star of the girls basketball team. She was 6’1 and a bit muscular but still feminine. Denise had always been a girl who didn’t seem to care for the black & white clicks – she was pretty non aligned, if you will.
We hung out in a group a few times and got high together. After one such event I left to go home and said I was going to stop at the 7-11 on the way to get a drink – cotton mouth and all that. Denise jumped up and offered “Yeah, I’m dying of thirst. I’ll walk as far as the 7-11 with ya Andy.†By the time we’d reached the 7-11 it was decided we would proceed directly to my house and fuck before mom got home from work. Denise gasped at my cock. She was clear that she’d heard it was special – all the girls in the school knew about it and me apparently, but her eyes still widened when she saw it.
Denise and I were naked in about 1 minute flat. Our fucking was not romantic at all, but friendly and fun. No foreplay at all – she hefted Johnson some, rubbed and pulled on the big guy, but she was rather clear when she grinned at me I’ll never get that in my mouth. We both laughed a bit, I tickled her quim to moisten her a bit and we did the deed on the stairs from my basement bedroom to the kitchen. I don’t think she got off, but I sure did. It was kinda hot making it with such a big woman. She was three inches taller than me, outweighed me or at least weighed the same I did, but she wasn’t fat at all. She was just a big boned gal and she was a decent roll in the hay. We remained friends for the rest of the year but never repeated our tryst. The hottest part was kissing her very full lips. She could kiss ya until ya damn near died and I love to kiss, so I really dug our hooking up. She was a nice girl.
There were another two dozen or so sex encounters with girls who had grown curious, but no girlfriends still. Having a Johnson so big he had his own zip code was a boon and a curse. I got a lot of attention, but girls I was romantically interested in had heard of me and Johnson and the curious girls so I was sort of a circus act – fun for a laugh or curiosity, but not a steady diet. By the time summer break rolled around again things were looking up for me and Johnson. The slutty girls – ya know, the low rent “I have a cunt and I‘m not afraid to use it to get what I want†types grew older and bolder. My year book was signed by all kinds of girls making lewd and suggestive references. A dozen or so even put their phone numbers with their little comments with “call me†and drew little hearts around their name or numbers. It was thrilling time.
It really got good the last week of school. We were allowed to wear whatever we wanted to school as there were no dress codes in the 1970’s, so lots of skin began showing up. Some girls even wore their shirts tied open at the bottom showing mid-drift as was common in the day. Even a few of the teachers “let their hair down†a bit that last week. Mrs. Bentely was one of them.
Eloise Bentely was rather aloof and considering she taught math, who could blame her. Hell, I hated math, but at least sitting in her class was fun. No one had bothered to tell good old Eloise that her charges might be distracted by her “letting her hair down†a bit. See Eloise Bentely was the secret fantasy of many young male students. She was pretty, tall, well built, 40’ish and very, very sexy. She always dolled herself up and looked like a woman wished to appear. She dressed well and carried herself equally as well. She was married with two grown kids in college.
And she had an ass to die for. It was full and round and the male students would roll their eyes when she turned to write on the board. She pressed pretty hard with that chalk and it made her ass really jiggle when she wrote on the board. No one minded her writing plenty of demonstration problems on the black board. In fact the more she wrote the happier we became. That last week Mrs. Bentely wore jeans to school. What an ass! She could really pack it in that there denim. Her blouses were always kind of tight, but now in those tight jeans it seemed to accentuate the effect.
I grew bold watching her in the jeans and tight blouses. I purposely sat in the front of the class, my legs open wide, slouching in my desk. When she would turn to write on the board I would give Mr. Johnson a little “adjustment†and he too seemed enthralled at Eloise Bentely’s back side. And as I’d hoped, she noticed. I took to staring at her eyes when she’d turn and instruct us, and she noticed that new bold approach too. By Tuesday at the end of class – my last class of the day before dismissal – Mrs. Bentely asked for me to stay for a moment after class was dismissed. I figured it had to be sucky news – either I was going to get less than a “C†and mom would go apeshit, or I was in trouble for my Johnson having a mind of his own. Either way this was not a good turn of events. As the bell rang and some of my guy friends left the class with a chorus of “Andy’s gonna fail, Andy’s gonna fail†being mumbled by them. They laughed as they walked out of the room and turned to make faces and lewd signals to me to crack me up and get me in more trouble. If only they’d known.
Mrs. Bentely asked me to remain seated. I did, and assumed the “hey, look at Johnson†posture. She rather sternly informed me I would have a “hard†time getting better than a “D†unless I earned a “big†grade on my final – at least a “B-“ according to her. She really stressed the words big and hard. And she was rather blatant in checking out the big fella squirming in my Levi’s. Her look was intent and clearly not all that scholarly. She asked if I would like some ‘personal tutoring’ to help me get that much needed “C.†I of course replied I would love her help and how kind it was of her to be so concerned with me.
She and I agreed to meet at her house at 3:30 – less than 1 hour from now. I ran home, dropped off all but my math book and notebook, left a note for mom, and headed the 10 or so blocks to Mrs. Bentely’s house. I arrived promptly – 15 minutes early, due to eagerness, an abundance of youthful energy and a clear desire to my Johnson skinned as it were – oh, and of course my desire to learn – what was it again? Math is it? Yeah, math.
I rang the bell and Mrs. Bentely answered the door. She had arrived home clearly in time to change into something “more comfortable†and somehow her makeup was freshly applied and perfect. She wore a pair of rather tight and short shorts that really showed off her awesome thick thighs. Her ass was busting out of the little blue cotton shorts. And she was wearing an old shirt of her husband’s it looked like, and it was tied at the mid drift like some of the girls had done in school this week. She was barefoot.
I was ushered into her kitchen breakfast nook. She had her book laid out, a note pad and sundry other items, all for tutoring me. The nook had a bench seat that was a half moon in the bay window and that’s where she sat. She smiled and patted the seat to her right and said “Sit down Andy and we’ll see what we can accomplish.†Her smile was not an innocent one and she cast a quick but deliberate glance at my crotch as she smiled so invitingly. I slid in the booth like seat. She imperceptibly scooted a bit closer to me in the seat. We were separated by an inch or two.
More than once her leg brushed mine as she talked. I decided this was either my passing or failing, but either was I would see what, if anything else she had on her mind. I turned on my best charm, little though there was. I smiled, played dumb and innocent, and made sure she knew I was looking at her like a lion looks at a gazelle. She picked up on that for sure. After no more than 15 minutes or so she was becoming a bit flustered, but she was also becoming more forward and friendly too.
Our legs would accidentally touch some, in fact so much after a few minutes she left her right leg against my left leg. The electricity was there for sure. She looked at me and muttered “Is it hot in here or is it just me?†Her smile was both warm and predatory. I was for sure getting warm, but my issue wasn’t the temperature but the fact that the top three buttons of her husband’s white shirt knotted at the waist revealed a very nice cleavage. If she did that for me to notice it, she had succeeded. I was so distracted I could hardly pay attention to anything she said. Her sing-song voice was wandering as well. She seemed equally distracted. I decided to help and see if her kindness was mathematical or otherwise. I asked if I could use her rest room and she got up and proceeded to usher me in the proper direction to the powder room under the stairs. I went in and relieved Mr. Johnson of his urine burden. The sound of the piss hitting the water was as loud as a garden hose hitting the siding on a house. I purposefully did not piss on the porcelain to be discreet.
I flushed, washed my paws and emerged. She was sitting back where she had been, but she was leaning back against the back of the bench seat. And damned if there wasn’t now four buttons undone from the collar of her husband’s shirt. I am sure it was only 3 before – I counted them. Now I could see enough cleavage to park a car in as well as the top sides of the white low cut bra she wore. And her tits were pushed out a bit in that leaning back position. And she was rather openly looking at my crotch and then into my eyes, smiling and glancing back and forth between them. I slid back in next to her making sure we were right against each other. She smiled and said “Better now, Andy?â€
“Hopefully,†I offered. By now we’d both had enough of this. She showed me an easy to remember trick for a business math formula, and when I got it and completed three problems with it flawlessly, she was pleased. “Nice job Andy,†she smiled and patted my left leg. Her hand rested mid way between my knees and my crotch and she left it there. Then she looked at me and that was it. I gently slid her hand up to my crotch. She never looked at me, but her hand was warm and shaking as I did so. She then very gently squeezed Mr. Johnson oh so lovingly and chimed in “Well, no wonder you’re so distracted Andy!†She paused for effect and added “Can I help you with that?â€
“Please†was all I could mutter in reply. She leaned in and kissed me, her tongue strong and searching. Her lips covered mine as she probed my mouth as her right hand slid up and down Mr. Johnson’s side. She took my right hand and slid it under her blouse and under her bra. Her tits were big and hot and her nipples were hard as a rock. I could feel all the Goosebumps all over the aureole. She began to moan some as we kissed. I was kissing her back of all I was worth.
She cut to the chase. “C’mon Andy. Let’s take a break, shall we?†I nodded my approval. She rose and said “follow me.†I watched as she shook her ass back and forth as she led my through the hall and to the stairs. She looked back and offered her hand to me. She let her hand trail behind her back and pulled me almost against her as she as seductively as she could shook her ass from side to side leading me up the stairs. I reached out and slid my left hand over the cheeks of that most incredible muscled backside. She quipped “That’s nice!†and then added “C’mon!†and we climbed the remainder of the stairs. We turned a corner, down a hall and into her bedroom.
By the time she turned around I was on her like a wolf. We were stripping and kissing. Our faces were covered in each other’s saliva as we recklessly tore at each other. We were now smashing our naked bodies against each other. She gently pulled away and said “Lemme see him!†I took one step back and played it up. I put my fists on my hips like Mighty Mouse and launched into a refrain of “Here I come to save the day.†She laughed and blurted out “Oh my fucking God Andy!†I took that to be a good thing. I began to sway my hips a bit and my cock, swelling and lengthening, slapped from thigh to thigh. I was taking her nakedness in for all it was worth. She was so fucking hot! She had a little cellulite, but I thought that was kind of sexy. She had a little paunch, but her tits were big and perfect; her waist was smaller and well defined, and of course she was hippy with an incredible ass. She turned and shook it for me and then she backed up against me and ground her fat ass on Mr. Johnson. “Seems he likes the view†she quipped.
She turned to me and pulled me onto her. We kissed and she whispered “ I have got to taste that,†as she pushed me back. “Get on your knees Andy,†she instructed. I did. She lay on her tummy and took my cock into her mouth. She began to make eating noises like when one is eating something really tasty and they make approving moaning noises. And from this angle her ass was the most incredible piece of flesh I’d ever seen in my young life. Within about 2 minutes my cock filled her mouth to capacity. She even once looked up at me and winked at me with a mouthful of Johnson. Fuck, that almost made me bust right there.
The rest happened way too quick to recall properly. It was a rush of hands, tongues and genitals. I was all the way in her cunt in about 1 minute flat and she was sweating, grunting and groaning, and so was I. I pumped her for about three or four minutes and screamed “Fuck! I’m cumming!†She grabbed my ass and pulled me all the way in as I did. I dumped about ten gallons of cum in her cunt and kept pumping. She began cumming then too. I came twice more before time slipped by and we had to get our shit together.
She asked me if I would like to come by Friday afternoon. She had a proposal for me she wanted to discuss. I figured if it was anything like our current “discussion,†I would be there with bells on. She liked that. I dressed, kissed her and ran downstairs. She slid her clothes back on – no underwear or bra – and followed me. “So, when do I come back for tutoring?†I asked. She laughed, walked to me, took her warm and soft hands and rubbed me beneath my chin and whispered to me, “You’ve got a “C†already, but I think Friday we’ll see if we can improve on that.†“Nice†was all I could reply. She smiled and retorted “I thought you’d like that.†I did!
We parted and of course agreed that in school the next day wed play it off as if wed never met for even tutoring unless quizzed by my folks. Other than that she feared kids would chatter and I agreed for the sake of her reputation we’d say nothing. I ran out and headed home to jerk off.
The last three days of school passed normally with her and I casting a few hungry glances at each other but other than that not a hint of anything amiss. As I hung around at the end of class and took my time leaving, she looked at me and mouthed “Be at my house by 4PM, okay? I nodded and ran home to shower and prepare.
Incase you missed it at the top this is just a story that I liked and thought I would share with you all. Orig auther is up top and link just below this sentence.
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Family Affair – Ch 1

It all really seemed to start that muggy summer day when I was mowing the lawn. It was a typical summer afternoon in suburban Atlanta – humid, muggy – with cloud cover that looked like it could dump an inch or two of rain any minute. I was trying to hurry up and get done with the lawn before it did so but I didn’t quite make it. The clouds opened up and dumped warm rain in sheets. I had only a half dozen more strips to cut so I just continued to shove the mower along even though it was leaving a trail of soggy, clumped grass clippings in its wake. Screw it. I’m gonna’ finish this one way or another, I thought. My clothes were soaked through almost instantly in the deluge and, as I walked, the wet denim of my jeans rubbed my pecker through my boxer shorts and I soon had a full erection. Once erect it seemed like my jeans were rubbing it even harder and it was obvious to me that it wasn’t going away anytime soon. Finished with the grass, I shoved the lawn mower under the carport and headed into the house after kicking off my waterlogged, grass stained sneakers on the steps.
“You’re soaked.” Mom told me.
“No shit.” I replied.
“Don’t talk that way.” She chided. “Come down to the laundry room and get those wet clothes off.” I was seventeen at the time. Dad had split when I was six but between his child support and alimony and Mom’s job we managed to keep the house and do okay. My older sister, mom, and I never had an excess of money but we didn’t go hungry either. As I followed Mom down the steps to the laundry room I felt my jeans continuing to rub my hard on. In the laundry room, I peeled off my shirt and socks and then pulled my jeans off, trying to be careful to leave my boxers in place. It’s not that I was all that modest – we were fairly casual about nudity in our home – but Mom had never seen me with a damn hard on before. “Your boxers, too.” She said. “They’re soaking wet.”
“Mom.” I protested.
“Come on, Joey. I don’t have all day.” She said. She and my sister were about the only folks left calling me Joey. Everyone else called me Joe. I leaned over to pull my boxers off, stepping out of them and then standing up. My erection hadn’t subsided in the least and as I stood up, I noticed Mom take note of it but, seeming to ignore it, she just said, “Now, go get a hot shower. You’ll feel better.”
“Okay.” I said lamely and I looped out into the hall and into my bathroom which was right next to the laundry room. As I turned on the shower and climbed in, my hard on still at full staff, I thought about my standing there in front of Mom for the first time ever with a full erection. I realized that the thoughts were turning me on and I began to stroke my penis slowly, adding some soap for lubricant and worked up to a full speed wank. Leaning back against the wall of the shower stall I could feel myself climbing rapidly toward an orgasm and then there it was. I came, a good sized load, and watched it swirl around the drain in the water before dropping down out of sight.
Three or four nights later I was in bed around 10:00 PM when I heard Mom coming down the steps. She came into my room and asked, “Joey, you still awake?”
“Yeah, Mom.” She came over and sat down on the side of my bed. She leaned over and gave me a little kiss on the cheek.
“Good night, son.” She said but afterwards she continued to sit rather than standing up and leaving like she usually did.
“Mom?”
She put her hand on my chest and with her eyes darting around but not making eye contact with me she said, “You know, the other afternoon in the laundry room, I couldn’t help but notice how you’ve grown up.” It was true. Other than gaining a little weight in the interim, I’m about the same size now as I was then. By eighteen, of course, my penis was fully developed, too, at least as much as it was going to develop anyway. I was, and am, what I’ve found to be right on the average size – about six or six and a half inches when erect though I’m larger than average when flaccid and my penis hangs down a good five inches along with my low slung testicles. They swing around rather comically when I walk nude.
“Yeah, well my wet jeans were rubbing me.” I replied hesitantly.
“That’s okay, Joey. It’s a natural thing.” Mom said softly. As she spoke, her hand was drifting down my abdomen from my chest. “It happens to all boys as the grow up.” He hand was down near my penis now which I felt beginning to stir. Sleeping naked under just a sheet in the warm summer’s evening, its engorgement was obvious and Mom let her hand lightly slide onto my hardening penis. “See, it’s even doing it now, isn’t it?”
“Uh, yeah Mom.” She was grasping my nearly erect penis through the sheet gently and moving her hand on it slightly.
“You must have urges.” She said. “A lot of urges. I bet you maturbate regularly, don’t you? Every day?”
“Mom!” I answered.
“It’s okay, Joey. It’s perfectly normal. Even I masturbate.” She replied.
“Mom!” I protested. She stood up, leaned over, and slipped my sheet down toward my feet. My penis was fully erect, standing up about an inch or so off my abdomen. Without saying a word, Mom stood up straight and slipped her robe off. She was naked underneath and her slightly oversized breasts sagged down, their nipples seeming to stare at me. She climbed onto my bed, straddled me, and before lowering herself onto me she fingered her pussy for a moment, then grasped my penis and guided it into her as she gently lowered herself onto me. As she moved her hips slightly to get me as deep as possible her eyes were closed. She sat there motionless, my penis planted deeply in the snug warmth of her pussy, and sighed.
“Oh God, it’s been a long time.” She said softly as she began to slowly rock her hips front to back on me. I reached up and grasped a tit in each hand which brought another sigh from her accompanied by an increase in the speed of her rocking. She leaned over toward me, her tits right in my face as she began to raise and lower herself on my penis. I began to suck on one of her tits which elicited a faster stroking of her up and down on my penis. My hips were beginning to move, thrusting to meet each of her thrusts as I continued to suck on that tit.
I could feel myself rapidly approaching an orgasm and I dropped her nipple from my lips and quietly said, “I’m gonna’ cum, Mom.” She said nothing, instead the speed of her thrusts increased and my thrusts increased to match hers. “Oh damn, I’m about to cum.” I spat out before feeling my penis began to pulse, shooting my load. Mom felt me cumming and stopped her thrusts, planting me as deeply as possible as I continued to dump my load deep inside of her. I groaned as my body trembled at the end of my orgasm. Mom leaned her face down to mine and kissed me on the lips before beginning to rock her hips on me again. She rocked faster and faster, me sucking on a tit again. I could feel wetness running down my testicles as she began to groan quietly and shake. Her rocking stopped and she sat shaking and trembling as I felt her pussy alternately tightening and relaxing on my still mostly erect penis. When she was done, she collaped onto me, her tits squashed against my chest, spilling out on either side.
Kissing me on my lips, I felt her tongue pushing into my mouth. Her tongue was exploring my mouth and I began to push back with my tongue, our tongues dancing with each other as I felt more wetness running down my testicles. She broke off the kiss and said softly, “I love you, Joey.”
“I love you, too, Mom” I replied. She rose up and kind of rolled off of me, trailing cum across my hip as she got up. Out of the room she went for a moment and then back in wiping the inside of her thighs with a towel and extending a towel in her other hand to me. Taking the offered towel, I wiped myself and the sheet under me off, milking the last cum from my shrinking penis.
“You go to sleep now.” She said as she slipped into her robe. She leaned over and kissed me lightly on the lips before turning and leaving my room.
The next evening, Mom visited me again after I’d gone to bed. This time our lovemaking was unrushed. Without a word, she dropped her robe and slipped into the bed next to me, lying up against me, her right tit squashed up against the side of my ribcage and her left lying half on my chest. Her left leg was lying across my thighs and she rooted her right arm under me until it was under my neck. As she began to kiss me, tongue probing for mine, her left hand lightly stroking my chest and abdomen in ever widening circles, drifting lower on my torso with each lazy circle until she lightly stroked my testicles and then my erect penis. Alternating between my penis and testicles she lightly fondled with her finger tips. I found the touch so arousing it was nearly maddening. I reached for her left tit with my right hand and began to play with its sizeable nipple as we continued to kiss deeply.
She broke off the kiss and, with her arm under my neck, pulled me toward her so that I rolled onto my side to face her. She rolled to lie on her back with her right leg hooked over my legs. Taking my right hand, she guided it to her pussy and pressed it gently into its warmth. I began to feel around with my fingers. “Gently, Joey, lightly.” She said, the first words spoken between us since she’d slipped into my bed. Responding to her instructions, I lighlty felt around, exploring her pubic hair, a substantial bush of dark, curly hair, then the lips of her pussy. I felt along their length, then let my fingers move lightly up and down along them. She put her hand on mine and pressed my finger tips into her pussy and I felt the warm wetness waiting there. With two fingers, I probed gently into and around her pussy bringing more wetness out to her lips with each successive pass. I had a pretty good idea of the female anatomy and I began to search with my fingers for her clit, finding it quickly. Fingering it, I felt it seem to grow firmer under my touch. “Around it, Joey. It feels better there.” Mom whispered. I began to finger around the base of her clit, gently squeezing it. As I was doing this, Mom lifted her right tit up from where it sagged and I raised my shoulders up slightly and leaned over her to take the nipple into my lips and sick on it. As I continued to circle and squeeze her clit and suck on that beautiful nipple, Mom began to breathe faster and shudder a little. The shuddering grew in intensity along with a gutteral groan, deep in her throat before her body seemed to stiffen for a few moments then relax. She put her hand on my right hand to still it before reaching and grasping my erect penis to stroke it slowly. Moving her right leg off of my legs, she said, “Here, I want you in me.”
I rolled over onto my knees as she spread her legs, feet flat on the bed and knees splayed apert. I scrambled between her legs and she grasped my penis to aim it home as I plunged into her. I went in as deeply as I could, our pubic bones pressed up hard against one another then began to thrust, plunging in and out, as Mom raised her feet and wrapped her legs around the small of my back. As I thrusted faster she urged me on with her legs, squeezing me to her with each of my thrusts. With each of my thrusts Mom’s tits flailed back and forth as I slammed into her. She was smiling as we maintained direct eye contact fucking each other with complete abandon. Shem began to groan softly and shake under me as I continued to hammer her about as fast and hard as I could. She closed her eyes and trembled all up and down her body before looking me in the eyes again and urging me on with her legs around my back. Still plunging in and out I felt myself rising toward orgasm. As I spilled over the top and began to cum I lost my rhythm and collapsed onto her, continuing to thrust sporatically with my hips as I shot my load deep inside her. Spent, I stopped moving and just laid there on her. We were both damp with sweat and breathing hard as Mom wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tightly with both her arms and legs. My face to hers, I kissed her, probing with my tongue, she probing back until our tongues played with each other all around our mouths.
“You’re a special son, Joe.” She said softly as she rolled to her right to get me off of her. Up and then out into the hall she went to return with two towels again. With one stuffed between her legs she took the other and wiped me off, milking my penis as she did. Though my penis was beginning to soften, her touch brought it back to a full erection. “Is it still ready for more?” She asked, “Well, I’m finished for tonight. You need to get to sleep, Joey.”
She put her robe on with the towel still stuffed between her legs and turned to leave. “Good night, son.” She said as she headed out my door.
“Good night, Mom.” I answered.

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