Teen Male / Female

The trip to Alton Towers.

This is my first story i have ever made. I hope you like it and i hope that your comments will be nice. Tell me if their is anyway i can improve. I was having doubts as to wether to start the 2nd part. If you guys want me to i will start the 2nd part! This story is about a fantasy of mine, about fucking one of my old teachers at school. This is what i dreamed it to be like!

rosario vampire

Study Session
Moka is about 5’ 3” amazing dd cup breasts and very curvy hips
Tsukune is 5’ 9” slim with a little muscle tone
I hope you like it!
FYI
The BOLD words in the story is Inner-Moka speaking to Outer-Moka
Hearing a knock at her door, Moka excitedly jumped up and closed the distance to the door in one leap. She was expecting her friend, Tsukune to be at the door, she had invited him over to study for an exam. In preparation for this little study session Moka had pulled out all the stops; she had made copies of her notes to share with Tsukune, had plenty of snacks to keep them focused, and to top it all off, Kurumu had detention and Yukari-chan was busy with school, giving them the intimate study session Moka wanted.
Moka opened the door and smiled as she took in the sight of her study partner. He, too, was smiling and Moka couldn’t help but blush as she breathed in his scent; the scent of the only human attending the Youkai Academy for monsters. Moka continued to stand by the door, her long pink hair falling into her beautiful face slightly hiding her green eyes from view as she ushered Tsukune into her room. Not only was Moka beautiful, and smart, she was also extremely kind; kind enough to be taking the time to help him study! He stared at her face before his eyes fell to the rosary that she wore around her neck. It was the only thing about Moka that Tsukune had to get used to; the fact that Moka was a vampire.
Whenever the rosary was removed she transforms into a vampire for that is every bit of terrifying and powerful as the outer Moka is shy and kind. Tsukune couldn’t believe his luck as he walked into his friend’s room. Tsukune was average in every way; from his mouse brown hair and eyes to his mundane b- average, the only thing that set him apart was his willingness to endure a bite every now and then when Moka became too thirsty. This was partly because Moka was the only one at the academy that knew he was human, but mostly because Tsukune was infatuated with her and couldn’t possibly tell her ‘no’.
“Thanks for having me over, Moka ! I really do need all the help I can get.” Tsukune said, taking off his backpack and placing it on the floor.
Moka waved off his thanks with a smile. “No, really, Tsukune! This is my pleasure! If you do better at the midterms, you’ll be happy and that will make me happy as well!”
For a few minutes the only thing they said were “Moka” and “Tsukune” as the pair continued to smile and stare at each other. Finally, their lovey-dovey moment was broken by the sound of a microwave chime.
“Oh! I made us some snacks!” Chirped Moka, as she placed two drinks and a bowl of popcorn on her table and sat down. “I guess we should start studying then.” She said, blushing once more as Tsukune sat down beside her; close enough for her to hear his shallow breathing. Moka turned to face him and her eye caught sight of a vein on his neck. Her heart rate began to quicken the longer she gazed at his neck, so she shook her head and tried to focus on the task at hand; teaching Tsukune history.
After a while, Tsukune’s focus was starting to fade. Moka-san was a great tutor, but his head was full of random facts and all of the snacks were finished. Tsukune could tell that Moka was fading too. She kept losing her train of thought and he also noticed that she was giving him some weird sideways glances.
“Say, Moka-san, would it be okay if we took a break? I feel like my head is gonna explode!”
Moka shook herself out of whatever daydream she was having about Tsukune’s blood. “Oh! Yeah, Sorry Tsukune! I didn’t mean to overload you!”
“No, no! I just figured it would be good to take a break so I DON’T get overloaded. You’re doing a great job!”
Moka hid a small giggle as she watched her friend try to defend himself. Still somewhat amused, Moka stood up with the empty popcorn bowl and started the way to the makeshift kitchen when Tsukune stood up as well.
“Moka-san!” He exclaimed rushing toward her, “I’ll do that!” He made to grab the bowl out of her hand but tripped on the edge of the table, running into her on knocking the two of them into the ground. Because of the way they had fallen, Tsukune was lying in a heap on his back and Moka was sprawled on top of him. The two of them shared a mutual ‘ow’ and began to move, trying not to aggravate the places they had just hit.
Moka raised herself to kneel over Tsukune. “Are you ok?”
Tsukune leaned on his elbows so his face was just below hers. ” Ya, I think so.” He said as he winced in pain. He had hit his head on the corner of the table and a small trickle of blood was slowly making its way down his forehead. Moka brought her face just inches away from his, intoxicated by the smell of his blood. She placed one of her hands behind his head and closed the distance between his cut and her mouth and slowly licked at the trail the red, hot liquid was making. Tsukune’s eyes widened in shock as Moka snuggled her face into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent.
“Moka-san, what are you-?”
“Tsukune, I’m sorry, your scent-” She sank her teeth into his neck and moaned as she began to drink. Moka positioned herself on top of Tsukune, straddling his waist to give herself more leverage as she continued to enjoy her meal.
Tsukune groaned and tried to push her off of him. “Moka-san! You’re drinking too much!” Try as he might, Tsukune couldn’t break the grip Moka had on him. As a vampire, she was extremely powerful and Tsukune was weakening by the second. The minutes passed by exceedingly slow before Moka released her prey. Breathing heavily, she wiped at the blood that dribbled out the side of her mouth.
“I’m soo sorry Tsukune! I didn’t mean to- Tsukune?” She stopped talking, realizing that something was wrong. While Tsukune was usually tired and pale after one of her ‘meals’, right now Tsukune was not moving and his face was dead white.
“Tsukune! Tsukune, please wake up!” She cried as she tried to shake him awake. Tears began to well up in her eyes as she began to fear the worst. What have I done? She thought to herself. I’ve killed him! Moka sat on the floor next to Tsukune’s motionless body when the rosary on her chest began to speak, projecting the steely voice of the inner-Moka to the room.
“It seems you took more than he could handle.” She said, sounding slightly amused.
“This isn’t funny! What have I done?” Moka cried, her hands covering her face.
The voice coming out of the rosary sighed, and Moka could almost see her other self rolling her eyes in annoyance. “What does he matter, anyways? He’s served his purpose to us now.”
“No!” Moka wailed. “I can’t lose him, he’s my friend!”
“I do have to admit, there isn’t anyone else that will provide us with adequate company and nourishment. Very well, there is a way to save him, but we’ll have to act quickly.”
Moka dried her eyes. “Tell me what to do.”
After listening carefully to the rosary, Moka lifted Tsukune’s listless body and bit him once more; but instead of draining the last few drops of his blood, she bit her tongue, drawing blood, and injected it into him. According to her rosary, injecting him with her blood should revive him, but might have some type of side effects. At the moment, Moka wasn’t concerned with anything other than getting her friend back. She sat back and placed Tsukune’s head on her lap. Minutes stretched by and Moka was afraid that it hadn’t worked when the body leaning against her began to stir.
“Tsukune! Are you ok?”
Tsukune shuddered against her before sliding the rest of the way to the floor, his body shaking. Moka’s eyes widened in fear as a strong presence filled the room. Tsukune stopped shaking and slowly sat up. Moka reached her hand out to touch him but stopped when she saw the change in his face; his teeth had had turned into fangs and his eyes were blood red and he had silver hair.
“Tsukune-?”
“Moka-san.” He whispered, slowly rising to his feet. “What did you do?”
“I’m really sorry!” she started, standing up and walking toward him. “I…….I………I think I…. turned you into a vampire”
Tsukune lowered his eyes. “You just took what you wanted.”
Moka stared at the floor, unable to look at his face. “I know. But I think you’ll be okay now! I hope…” she trailed off. Tsukune closed the distance between them in a few steps and roughly grabbed Moka’s arms.
“You took what you wanted from me.” He restated, his red eyes flashing and a hint of a growl in his voice. “Now you’ll let me take what I’ve wanted.” Moka’s green eyes widened as Tsukune pulled her in close and crushed her lips with his, passionately kissing her.
Several seconds passed by before Moka began to relax into his kiss. With everything that had happened, didn’t he deserve something? And wasn’t this something she had wanted all along? Moka placed her hands on his sides and kissed him back. Satisfied with Moka’s change of heart, Tsukune nipped at her bottom lip, softly tugging and biting. Moka inhaled a deep breath and Tsukune seized his chance and plunged his tongue into her mouth. He swished his tongue against her teeth and gums until he found her tongue, silently challenging her to match the movements he was making with his. Moka hesitantly swished her tongue against his, causing him to resume ravaging her mouth with his tongue. Tsukune began to press himself against Moka, causing her to walk backward until she felt her back bump against the wall. He fumbled with the buttons on her shirt, opening it in the front. His hands began to slowly roam over her body, as she placed her arms around his neck. He broke his mouth away from hers, brought it to the bend of her neck and began to kiss and lick there as he moved his hands to Moka’s back.suddenly he bit her bringing a slight scream to her lips. He slid his hands under her shirt and savored the feeling of her skin as he slowly moved them up until he came to the clasp of her bra. He hesitated for a split second before undoing the clasp. Moka gave a small gasp as Tsukune slid his hands under her bra and squeezed her breasts. He removed his hands from her shirt as he captured her mouth with his once more.
This time she parted her lips, allowing his tongue entrance. He removed her from the wall and the pair slowly made their way to her bed. Moka lay on her back, shirt open, her long hair spread out behind her like a fan. Tsukune removed his school jacket and shirt before climbing onto the bed, positioning himself on all fours over Moka’s body, one knee between her legs. His eyes intense, he leaned in to take another kiss as his hand found her left breast. Using his thumb, he slowly rubbed the area around her nipple, causing her to moan into the kiss. Smirking, Tsukune lowered his mouth to her other breast and flicked the nipple with his tongue. He continued to do this as his other hand lightly massaged her.
Since Moka was preoccupied with the attention he was giving her breasts, Tsukune moved his other hand down her stomach to the waistband of her skirt, unnoticed. He slid his hand under it and cupped his hand against her pussy; the only thing separating his fingers from her was the thin lining of her panties. He started to rub his finger against her clit. He was satisfied with the moan she let pass her lips and the growing wetness that he could feel through her panties.
Moka placed her hands on Tsukune’s back, loving the feel of his skin. Feeling the way his muscles shifted when he moved, she softly dragged her nails across his flesh, eliciting moan from him. He swiftly slid the panties off of her and threw them unceremoniously on the floor. He bent his head down to kiss her as he slid a finger inside of her. She moaned, so he added another finger and slowly began to move then in and out of her. Moka broke away from the kiss, gasping for air.
“Tsukune!”
“Just relax Moka.” He said as he used his thumb to massage her clit. Tsukune continued his slow pace.
“Ooh! Please!” she moaned, wanting more. He chuckled and pulled his fingers out of her dripping wet slit. “No! Please. Tsukune!”
Tsukune leaned back on his knees and looked at the girl spread out in front of him. He quickly unzipped his pants and pushed them down, revealing his 10 inch cock. Moka’s eyes widened.
“Before you get any more, you have to kiss my cock.”
Moka pressed her lips to the swollen tip and felt a bit of liquid. She licked her lips to taste it and was surprised by the saltiness. She closed her eyes and inhaled the scent of his member. It smelled like flesh and sex, and blood. She pulled him closer and licked the tip. Tsukune’s eyes rolled back into his head a little. Moka smiled and fit her lips over the tip, sucking him in. She twirled her tongue, earning a moan from him. Taking him in all the way, she sucked and flicked her tongue, moving her head so that he was going in and out of her mouth.
“God, Moka. I love the way your mouth feels.” Tsukune roared, and began moving faster. For Moka, having him inside her mouth was like sucking on a blood lollipop. Every second Moka was consciously trying not to bite. She could feel more blood flowing to his throbbing cock and couldn’t take it anymore. She ripped her mouth away from him before she could hurt him. Tsukune whimpered with the loss of contact.
“I’m sorry, but I didn’t think you would like it if I bit you!”
“You’re right.” He growled. “So I’ll just have to put it somewhere else.”
Tsukune shifted back and aligned himself with Moka’s hot pussy. Putting one hand to massage her breast, he used the other hand to guide himself into her. Moka groaned. She felt stretched in ways she never had before. The feeling was a little painful but, hell, she was a vampire; she lived on pain. Once Tsukune was all the way in, he pulled out a little.
“You’re so tight. It feels amazing.”
He pushed back in, moaning. He brought his free hand down to draw circles against Moka’s clit using his fingertips as he began to move steadily in and out of her. Moka began to breathe heavily as Tsukune moved within her, stretching her, pleasing her.
“Oooh!” She moaned as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. His thrusts began to pick up speed as he began to get closer to his release. The force of his movements, coupled with his fingers playing with her clit, caused Moka to go over the edge. She climaxed, yelling his name. Tsukune felt her pussy walls constrict on his cock as she rode out her wave of pleasure, and this pushed him over the edge. He released inside her moaning, and then pulled himself out of her dripping core. He rolled to his side, gasping for air.
They laid there for a few minutes, recovering. Tsukune was the first to get up. He pulled his pants on and searched for his shirt. Straightening, he leaned over and kissed Moka sweetly on the lips. She looked up at him, her body still radiating from the blood she had taken from him and the orgasm he had just given her.
“I hear we have another test next week.” She said, trying to sound innocent.
He cocked an eyebrow at her. “Really?”
Moka sat up, leaning forward toward him. “Yes. We’ll need to study harder.”
Tsukune smiled and kissed her forehead.
“We can study whenever you want.”

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Incestrous thoughts come true!

My very first story EVER, only second to those I wrote for English class back in high school. So constructive criticism is encouraged. This is a complete work of fiction and all characters pertaining real life people have had their names changed. Thank you.
My sister and I have always had a good relationship. We are the typical brother sister couple, making fun of each other and devising a rivalry but loving each other all at the same time. But ever since I hit puberty and found out about the wonders of masturbation and naked women, I’ve looked at her in a new light, a sexual one.
My sister’s name is Hannah, a 23 year old medium height brunette, maybe 5’7″ or so, with a slightly chubby body, but hot nonetheless, and 36B tits that sagged only slightly. And in the awakening of these new “desires” and my countless masturbation sessions, I found myself deeply divided in subjects relating to my sister. I jacked off dreaming of pounding her pussy and her giving me a nice blow-job but I almost immediately regretted each time I came, thinking it was wrong I shouldn’t be doing this, but every time I reverted to the same masturbation material…my sister. It’s only when I was given the opportunity of a life time that I quickly and assuredly made up my mind, and here is that story.
It was a Tuesday night, around 11pm, and I was in my living room on the computer, blowing time before I went to bed. My dad was working the graveyard shift while my mom and two brothers were out of town for a music festival that I pleaded with my mom with to allow me to stay, eventually convincing her that my own summer track practices were to be held as high priority and not to be missed. And so It was only Hannah and I, home alone, late at night, she was home from college for summer and had been staying with us for the past month.
I was absorbed in my computer world and only barely noticed my sexy sister, in a bathrobe, indicating that she had just taken a shower, walk into the kitchen that stood to my right side. I was a horny 16 year old and had, in the past, spied on my own sister getting dressed after showers many times before, and I figured this was another perfect opportunity to do so again. so I played myself cool, shutting down the computer “pretending” to be getting ready for bed and walked into the kitchen to get a late night snack. My plan was to wait for her to go back to her room and then sneak outside and spy through the window, hiding in the cover of darkness but I never made it that far…
In our simultaneous actions of getting a snack for bed, I sneaked several peaks at her ass as she bent over, searching the cabinets, giving me a noticeable hard on. knowing she could perfectly well see my hard cock, I purposely walked n front of her every chance I got displaying my crotch and even rubbing my cock against her as we crossed paths. This was not my usual self and I was being much more bold than I am normally but this only led to good things. But then, as I was across the room, she called my name and suddenly walked off to her room, and so I followed. A million things were running through my head, “was I caught”, “is she going to turn me in” but as I walked into her room and saw her standing there waiting for me, she suddenly untied her robe, opened it, and let it fall to the floor. I was dumbfounded. I couldn’t believe it, my sister was right in front of me, naked, knowing I was there! And so I closed the door and took a step forward, grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in for a kiss. I was on full scale attack and immediately dove my tongue into her mouth, savoring every last bit of it. As our tongues danced, I pushed her against the wall and pressed my entire body against hers, not ever breaking the kiss. My hands explored her magnificent body, squeezing her ass and fondling her tits and eventually falling down to her beautiful pussy. I played with her clit with my finger, making her moan into my mouth, and then took her right nipple into my mouth. Sucking her nipple while I played with her clit made her almost whimper in pleasure. She then pushed me away dropped to her knees and grabbed the waistband of my sweatpants and pulled. My full 7 inches in length and 6 inches of girth came springing out, almost slapping her in the face. She lifted my cock and licked all the way from my ass to the tip, almost making me cum right there. her tongue flicked out and licked the head like a lollipop, swirling her tongue in between every few licks, then suddenly plunging my cock into her mouth. I was in heaven, I had only one girlfriend in my past but nothing had gone past making out and this was the most wonderful thing I had ever felt. She worked like an expert, bobbing her head while her tongue almost issued a massage all the same time her hands played with my balls and the base of my cock. In about a minute, I was ready to cum, I groaned loudly and let out a loud “ahhhhh” as my cum shot in my sister’s mouth, she deepthroated my dick as I did so, swallowing all my cum, almost gagging. She then cleaned me up, licking me clean.
I was way too horny for my cock to go down now so my sister stood and bent over her bed, giving me perfect access to her pussy. But instead of taking her right there, I decided to return the oral favor and took my turn on my knees. I was thirsting for her pussy juices and I immediately licked her entire slit, prolonging the pressure onto her clit and ending at her asshole. She was leaking like crazy and even when I was the giving oral, I couldn’t wait for the pleasure. I dived right in, grabbing her ass while I leaned in and shoved my tongue inside of her, and closing my lips, encasing her wet pussy. I worked my tongue as best i could, hitting her g-spot every push and pull with my tongue. By the looks of it, she was enjoying it mightily, she was whimpering as if she was in pain, but her her words said differently
“Ah, god! FUCK YES!!! Suck my pussy, eat it, shit!!” she screamed
Right then I could tell she climaxed, her pussy tightened and she arched her back and I knew it was time for the main event.
I stood up, grabbed my cock, and shoved it into her pussy, she was still climaxing so her pussy was still tight and I again almost came that instant. But as she loosened, I pulled and slammed back into her, making the bed shake. I continued slowly puling back and quickly slamming forward for awhile but her grunts told me she wanted more and so I sped up, each time increasing the force for which I slammed until it was practically a jackhammer, I was in cruise control and kept it up for what seemed like hours until she and I, at the same time, screamed out in ecstasy. Her pussy tightened once again I my cock shot my load straight her pussy, I didn’t stop pounding her while I came until I finally collapsed onto her, breathing heavily. I was dead beat tired, I rolled onto my back on the bed and she did the same and we just thought about the events that just transpired and we both smiled. We knew this was the start of something amazing.

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Jim and the new school’s entertainment

Jim Steel was the hottest football prospect in high school. He was 19 (having failed 3rd grade), 6’4, 235 lbs. and fast as lightning. And with his gifted hands, he was guaranteed to be a starting wide receiver as a rookie. Heck, NFL teams were already watching him. The only knock against him was his low test scores, but what college cares about that when looking at an athlete?
Jim had spent 2 full months being courted by recruiters from every major school in the country. The recruiters offered him everything from new cars to cash to a new house for his parents. Several of the recruiters even promised him a cute young co-ed in his bed every night. He was close to deciding on a school where the recruiter offered him a new car, a house for his parents, ,000 cash per season and 2 girls a day to use as he wants.
Then he received a call from the one recruiter that was noticeably absent in the bidding war. Rick Jones was the recruiter for Gibson University in Florida, the most successful school in the last 15 years. Gibson has sent more players to the pros than any other 4 schools combined during that time. That is why it had seemed odd that Gibson didn’t throw its hat into the ring before now.
Jim told Rick he would be happy to meet with him but warned him that he was very close to finalizing his decision to go to the University of New Mexico. Rick just chuckled and asked Jim not to sign anything till they met the following week.
Sure enough, Jim was able to hold off the pushy recruiter from UNM, telling him he just had one more recruiter to talk to. But Jim didn’t tell him which school he was seeing so as not to make the man panic.
The next Friday afternoon, Rick showed up at the door and greeted Jim’s family with a huge smile. He had a relaxed way about him that comes from living in Florida and knowing you are the best at what you do. After an hour of sitting with Jim’s parents and telling them about the educational values of the school, he took Jim out for the night. He told the parents he needed to get to know Jim in a neutral environment where they could both relax.
Rick took Jim out in his large van to an empty parking lot. “What are we doing here?” asked Jim. Jim was used to recruiters taking him out to fancy dinners, or to strip clubs or even buying him a whore for an hour or so. But this was just an empty parking lot.
Rick smiled, “Jim, I said I needed to get to know you. And I do not mean all that ‘what’s your favorite color’ crap. I need to know what does it for you.” Jim stared at the man with skepticism. “You see, some schools are crippled by their own ethics. I do not have the same problem. I find out what you want, what you really want, and I get it for you.”
Jim thought for a moment and then said, “Well, I want a new car, and money and a house for my parents, and a good education, and a chance to compete for a…” Rick cut him off, “No, not that crap. Everyone wants that stuff and every school can get you that stuff. No, I mean the stuff you may not even know you want. I am going to hook you up to a machine in the back that measures your reactions and I am going to show you some pictures and things like that I’ll find out what you like and then I will put together my offer.”
They climbed into the back of the van and Rick hooked Jim up to a machine with wires taped to his chest, brain, arms and even a sleeve that he had to slip over this limp cock. The images started off simple enough. There were pictures of various cars, a picture of a dog and even some pictures of ice cream and pizza.
Then the pictures started to show women who were undressed, then women who were having sex. Some were women with men, others were women with women. Then there were pictures of men with women, women and men with animals and men and women with children. And finally pictures of children having sex with animals.
Jim wasn’t saying anything. He didn’t want to appear to enjoy seeing these things, but it was obvious he was. Rick didn’t need his fancy equipment to see the bulge in Jim’s jeans. “So, I see you have very refined tastes, Jim,” said Rick. Jim looked over at Rick and said, “What, this crap? No, man, I ain’t a freak or anything like that.” “No, of course you aren’t, Jim,” replied Rick. “You are a top athlete. And as such you are above everyone else. You deserve to have everything you want. And I’m here to help you with that.”
The pictures continued and some got very perverted. There was a picture of a 35 year old mother holding her blonde 7 year old daughter face down by the shoulders as a large black man was raping her ass. The little girl, wearing only patten leather shoes shined to a high gloss and knee high white socks, was crying and the mom was obviously enjoying it. Another man was standing next to them, pissing on the little girl’s back.
Another picture was of two 13 year old twin brunette girls holding a giant horse cock. The horse had a horse blanket on its back that said “Gibson Stallions”. The first girl had her hands wrapped around the massive member and her lips in the end of the shaft. The second girl was licking a large dollup of white slimy cum from her friend’s cheek. There was cum all over both of the girls and they both had large dildos sticking out of their shaved pussies.
Another picture was of a 7 year old boy sucking the cock of an old man dressed in a Superman costume. The little boy’s head was shaved bald like Lex Luthor.
Jim continued to scan the pictures and he came to a picture of a man wearing a tie pin that said Gibson Class of ’79. He had a 3 year old girl licking his cock as the girl’s mother was working two fingers into the girl’s ass hole. A sign on the wall behind them said “Gibson Alumni Fundraiser”.
“What is the deal with these pictures,” asked Jim. “Are these all Gibson alums?” “Yes,” replied Rick. “These men are all wealthy alumni. We bring them here and make their lives as… rewarding as possible in return for very generous donations to help fund our sports programs and pay our players. And these women are also graduates of Gibson. They don’t have the money to donate so they donate themselves, or in some cases, their children.
“Why we have one woman, class of ’97, who actually gave away her daughter to one our biggest donators for a full month to use as he pleased. I think the little girl was 4. By the time she came back to her mom she was such a slut her mom had to offer her services full time just to satisfy the girl. If she didn’t drink at least a quart of cum each day she was impossible to live with.”
Rick drove the van back to Jim’s house to drop him off. “Here, take these,” said Rick as he handed a box to Jim along with a key. “This is filled with more pictures you may enjoy. Wait till you see the girl from the zoology department with the monkey. It’s just classic.”
Jim took the box and the key and walked to his door, still in a daze from the evening’s events. When he entered his house, his dad asked him, “So, how was the guy from Gibson?” Jim was snapped from his thoughts. “Uh…it was an interesting meeting. I guess I have some stuff to think about.”
The next day, Rick contacted Jim and set up an appointment for the following weekend. “Jimbo, I’ll need you for the weekend. Can you tell your parents you will be away for the weekend? Just tell them I am showing you the campus.” “Yeah, sure,,” said Jim.
The week went by so slowly Jim thought he was going to die. After their first meeting, Jim couldn’t wait to see what Rick had in store for him now. He used the time to look at all the pictures in the box about 50 times He jerked off 20 times at the very least.
His favorite pictures were a 20 picture series of a 9 year old girl being gang raped by 12 guys aged in their late teens and early 20’s. They must have been one of the sports teams. The girl was chained to the floor with a dog collar around her neck. She had “bitch” written on her back. They fucked her in every hole and came all over her.
They then had the girl’s mom scoop as much of the cum up and pout it into a dog bowl. Then the guys pissed in the bowl and the little girl had to drink it all down. And finally the mom brought a large Dalmatian in to fuck the girl. The little girl was crying and the mom even squatted over the girl and pissed on her head, soaking her hair. Jim just loved this series.
On Friday, Jim cut the last 3 of his classes, knowing the teachers didn’t care. His principal was just happy that he played for them and brought so much publicity to their high school. Jim was home by noon so he’d have time to pack and also jerk off once more to his favorite picture series. He was staring at the first picture in the series.
It was of the little girl being attacked. They were tearing her little school uniform from her body as her mom held her arms. The little girl was obviously not in on the joke as they laughed at her fear. Her blouse was ripped and hanging from her body. Her skirt was hiked up over her tiny ass. Her panties were wrapped around one of her feet. Even her paten leather shoes were all scuffed up from the struggle. One guy was pinching her titless chest as another guy was ramming a finger into her pussy.
Then Jim switched to the final picture of the girl. She was passed out on the floor, still chained down, covered in cum and piss with her mom licking her body clean as the dog was licking her little abused slit. That was all it took to push Jim over the edge. He shuddered as he shot ropes of cum all over his belly. He couldn’t remember ever shooting so much cum.
He cleaned up just in time before his parents got home. Then Rick got there a few minutes later. Jim loaded his bags into the van, kissed his mom goodbye and they were off.
“So where are we going”? asked Jim.
“Actually, not too far. We are going to visit a “friend of the school” who lives near by. She is a former student who was caught cheating on a test in her senior year. We threatened to kick her out and black mark her transcripts if she didn’t agree to help us with fund raising and recruiting. She said yes and it wasn’t long before she was one of our biggest supporters. So we bought her and her daughter a house.”
“Daughter?” asked Jim with a smile.
“Oh yes. In her first year helping us we had her entertain a wealthy businessman who was thinking of donating money to build the new stadium we put up. So we told her she had to do whatever he wanted. And sure enough, he wanted to fuck her without a condom. He got her pregnant and told us he wanted us to make sure she kept the child. He wanted to be the first person to feed the baby his cum. So we made her keep the baby in return for the house. And she was pretty open minded about letting him put his cum in the baby’s bottle. He was even the first person to fuck the child when she was 5.”
They pulled into the driveway of a lovely house. It was easily one of the best houses in town. They walked up the path past beautiful flowers and well groomed trees “We also take care off her landscaping and any repairs she needs done to the house. We even put in a new hot tub last month for her for as a thank you for a special service she provided.”
Rick knocked on the door.
“She and her daughter helped us in celebrating our soccer team’s championship. You probably saw the pictures in your box.” That caught Jim’s attention and he felt a knot in his throat as the door opened to reveal the mom from the series of pictures he loves so much. She was 30 years old and stunning. She had long blonde hair, blue eyes, was 5’6 and 126 lbs. She had well rounded 34C breasts and a smile that lit the room.
“Hi, you must be Jim,” she said. “I’m Sara. Come on in”. Jim entered the beautiful house and looked around at all the fine art. It was stunning and classy, yet with an erotic edge to it. There was a painting of a nude woman looking back over her slender shoulder and another of a man kissing a woman on the deck of a ship in the early 1900’s. They were both fully dressed, but the woman’s hair and dress were blowing in the wind with a wildness that was sexy.
Jim’s attention was turned from the art to a tiny girl standing behind Sara. “This is my daughter, Lynn”. Lynn was the same 9 year old girl from the pictures that Jim had just masturbated to an hour ago. She was about 4 foot tall, very skinny, with no hint of tits beneath her t-shirt. And what a t-shirt it was. It said, “Men love a box lunch” and had an arrow pointing down to her underage pussy. She wore ultra short shorts with the top button unbuttoned. If she were old enough to have pubic hair it would be sticking out the top.
She had long blonde hair tied back in pig tails that made her look even younger. She had cute freckles on her nose and she had a smile that made Jim’s heart skip a beat. Jim looked past Lynn and saw her bedroom door was open. On the wall were pictures of the little girl doing every nasty sexual thing ever conceived There were pictured of her with men, women, animals and other children. Jim walked over to look at the pictures.
“Oh, please, feel free to look at Lynn’s trophy wall,” said Sara. Jim saw a picture of Lynn being fucked in the ass by a 12 year old boy who was in turn being fucked in the ass by a Priest. “Oh, that is a great picture, isn’t it,” asked Rick. “That is Father Ryan, the school’s priest. He just loves to play with the kids. And you should see his “splatter baptisms” as he calls them. The guy is real gem.”
“So, Rick tells me you’ll be staying the weekend with us. Is that right,” asked Sara. It took Jim a second to find his voice. “Uh…yeah. I think so. Um…if that’s okay.” “Oh, we’d be honored. I hear you are one of the best football players in high school. And so handsome, too. I just know Lynn would love to add you to the wall.” Rick interrupted, “I thought you could have Lynn put on a little “bitch show” for him. I am sure Jim would love to see such a cute little girl getting fucked by a large horny dog.”
Lynn’s eyes got wide for a second. She has learned to really enjoy sex over the years, but has never been to fond of k-9 sex. It isn’t that she doesn’t like the idea of a dog filling her cunt with his watery cum or even the idea of drinking the dog’s cum right from it’s pink cock.
It’s just that when the dog mounts her, he claws up her sides as her mom just watches and laughs. Her mom thinks the scrapes are cute and likes to lick her daughter’s scratches. Plus, her mom takes pictures and now has a prosperous business on the side selling the photos. She even makes videos and sells them to some of the people she has “entertained” for the school.
But Lynn caught herself and smiled as she nodded. She knew better than to express anything other than excitement at the idea of being used for any sexual practice. Even when her mom had her suck off 45 men at a fund raiser. Her jaw was sore for 2 days but she made each guy come twice. Heck, she even went that extra mile and drank 2 pints of piss.
“Oh, that’s great,” said Lynn. I hope he’ll fuck my little mouth as Buster takes my cunny or my ass.” Jim had a noticeable lump in his pants. Rick patted him on the back, “Well, it looks like you are in good hands now. I will be back to get you on Sunday.”
With that, Rick walked over and kissed Sara full o the lips as his hand went to her firm ass. Then he pulled out his dick from his pants and Lynn leaned down and sucked it for a few seconds. Rick pulled it out from between her lips and stuffed it back in his pants. “I’d love to stay but I am testing out a new girl who was caught cheating on her mid term I hear she likes horses.”
Sara closed the door behind Rick and started to unbutton her top as she turned around. “Lynn, go get Jim a drink,” she said. “What would you like? Beer, whine, whiskey? Maybe some pot or heroine?”
Jim looked sheepish, “Um…I guess I’ll have a beer.” As Lynn went into the next room to get the beer, Sara lowered her skin tight black pants, revealing her lack of panties and her hairless blonde cunt. She walked over to Jim and unbuttoned his pants.
Lynn came back and handed the beer to Jim who was removing his shirt. She quickly shed her clothes and joined the fun. Lynn leaned over and began to lick and suck his nipples as her mom was removing the boy’s pants. Sara slid his boxers down, freeing his 7 inch cock. She took it in her hand and licked the knob. Lynn dropped to her knees to join her mom. Sara held it for her daughter to suck. She reached her hand around to finger her daughter’s wet pussy. Jim was in heaven.
Jim looked down to watch as these two mouths worked over his young cock. Despite jerking off just an hour ago, he could already feel his balls boiling. He reached down and took hold of the little girl’s face. He held her tightly as he fucked her mouth. Sara continued to finger her daughter and kiss the girl’s shoulders.
Jim grabbed her tightly and groaned as he flooded her mouth with his fertile seed. He shot so much white sticky cu in the little girl’s mouth that it was spilling from her lips. Her mom leaned around to lick the excess from the girl’s chin. Jim pulled out his cock and wiped it on the little girl’s hair.
To his surprise, his cock was still rock hard. He decided to go again. “Hey, Lynn, turn around.” She obeyed and turned around and leaned over a chair. Sara leaned over and licked her daughter’s ass hole to get it wet then guided Jim’s cock into her small hole Jim didn’t even give her a chance to adjust to having something in her most private hole. He just rammed her as hard and fast as he could.
Sara went around in front of her daughter and was kissing her, licking the cum from her daughter’s teeth. Sara thought for a second how the men were going to love it when Lynn gets braces next month. Her thoughts were interrupted by Jim’s moans as he filled the preteen’s bowels with his 3rd load of the day. He pulled out of her ass and walked around to the front of Lynn. He took Sara’s place and shoved his dirty cock into the girl’s mouth to clean for him while Sara moved around back to lick the load of cream from her own daughter’s bitter anus. The sounds of a mom slurping cum from her own daughter were driving Jim nuts.
When he was all clean and starting to go limp, he withdrew from the girl’s mouth and pissed on her face. It splashed all over her, catching her by surprise. But she quickly opened her mouth for him to shoot his piss right onto her tongue. Then when he was finished, Sara got up and spit the shitty cum into her daughter’s piss-filled mouth.
Jim stepped back and collapsed onto the leather couch in exhaustion. Sara stood up and took Jim’s beer from his hand and took a sip and then handed it back. Lynn remained on the ground trying to catch her breath. When she was okay, she leaned down and began to lick the hardwood floors clean of cum and piss.
Sara excused herself from the room, saying she was getting herself a drink. Alone with Lynn, Jim decided to get to know the little fuck-hole better. “So, you are a pretty hot piece of ass. Is there anything you won’t do?” Lynn lifted her head and thought for a second with gunk dripping from her chin.
“I don’t think so. Mom took me to a party one time where they had me suck off a pony in front of everyone and then they made me give everyone a rim job. A few months ago for some big contributor guy’s 50th birthday Mom made me stay with hi for a week. He had me fucking anything and everything. He liked me to fuck myself with vegetables and then he’d put the veggies in the fridge. In the last day, he had a big party for his birthday and his chef served salads made from my pussy veggies. It was a big hit.”
“I bet,” said Jim. “So what is your favorite thing to do to get a guy excited?” She scrunched her little face as she thought for a moment. “Well, I know guys love to see me lick cum from my mom’s pussy. Then we snowball it. I just love the taste of it. At that party I was telling you about, there were about 40 men there and they all jerked off into a large jar that was given to me to drink with my dinner. And after dinner, while everyone was enjoying desert, I had to get under the table and eat out all the women there. There was this one woman who was old and fat and tasted like bad cabbage. But other than that I loved it.”
Sara returned to the room with a 6 pack and the Dalmatian in tow. She handed another beer to Jim to replace the one he was finishing and also handed one to Lynn. “She drinks beer,” asked Jim. “Sure. She does pot and coke too sometimes. I mean, if she is old enough to suck and fuck 20 guys and a donkey, then why not booze and drugs, right?”
Lynn chugged the beer quickly, seeing Buster’s pink member sticking out of its sheath. She handed the bottle to Jim, “Maybe later you can fuck my ass as you fuck my cunt with this.” He smiled as she got down on the ground. As soon as she was in position, the dog was right up.
It was apparent the dog was no stranger to fucking humans. Lynn reached under and guided his cock into her wet quim. The dog wasted no time with subtlety on his bitch. He was humping away, scratching the girl’s sides as he worked. Sara pulled a chair over from the dining room and sat in front of her daughter, with her bald cunt in the girl’s face.
It didn’t take any explanation for Lynn to know what her mom wanted. She dived into her mom’s pussy, licking the folds of flesh and digging her tongue into the hole. After a few seconds of this, Jim was hard as a rock again. He slowly stroked himself as he watched the little girl get violated by a dog.
Within 10 minutes the dog was cumming and his knot was keeping all that cum in the girl’s belly. Jim could actually see the girl’s belly expand with the cum. Her mom got up and crawled under her daughter with her face down at the girl’s stuffed pussy. From that angle, she was able to lick the dog’s slimy shaft as it was stuck in her baby girl. With a plop, the dog pulled his enlarged cock from the girl, dumping a flood of semen on Sara’s face and in her mouth.
Jim walked over and put his cock into Lynn’s cunt to get it wet. Then he pulled out and rammed it into her ass. As he fucked the girl, Sara licked both his balls and the her daughter’s sloppy cunt Jim grabbed her ass cheeks hard and came in her butt.
He pulled out his cock and offered it to Sara to lick clean, which she was happy to do. Then Jim surprised everyone by leaning down and licking a glob of his own cum from the girl’s ass. He walked around and spit it onto the girl’s face as Sara took care of the rest of the jizz.
The weekend went by much the same way, with Sara even inviting over some friends who also help out the school. Jim was sad to see Sunday afternoon come.
Rick was there at 5 pm on the button. And by 5:15, after kissing Sara and having Lynn suck his cock for a minute, Rick had Jim on the road. “So, what do you think about Sara and Lynn,” he asked. “They were fucking awesome! I think I’m in love,” replied Jim.
Rick laughed, “Just think, they will be waiting for you during every summer or holiday you come home to visit your family. Just imagine what I have lined up for you at the campus.”
Jim smiled and reached out his hand, “Well, it looks like I’m a Gibson Stallion now.”

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My Mom, Grand Mother & Me 2

My Mother, Grand Mother & me 2
My mother left for work and my Grand Mother came back to bed. She said my god Bobby, what was that all about. I repeated what I had told them in the bathroom that I had opened the bathroom door without realizing Mom was in the shower, because the water wasn’t running and I was half asleep. “Why did you have a hard on then?” she asked. I told you I had to pee real badly; I always get a hard on when I am asleep and then have to pee. “So it wasn’t because you saw your Mother naked then.” No, I already was hard when I walked into the bathroom, why do you ask I said. “Oh I just wondered. What did you think when you saw her naked?” At first I couldn’t think, but then I thought gosh Mom is so beautiful, she has a perfect body. “She is isn’t she?” said Grandma.
I began to play with her tits and she reached over and took my hard dick and placed it into her Mouth and began to suck. She rolled over so that she was on top straddling me. Her pussy was right above me and reached up and pulled her vagina lips apart. I was amazed at how pink she was in side. I took two fingers and shoved them into her bright pink hole and began to finger fuck her. She let out a little moan and pushed down on my hand. I pulled my fingers out and then put all four fingers up into her hot snatch. I was shoving in and out of her pretty good when I folded my thumb into my palm and my whole fist went into her wet cunt. I began to pump my fist into her very hot and wet cunt. Faster and faster I went, she was moaning and grunting but she kept right on sucking my cock. I pulled out of her just enough and extended my middle finger and found her cervix opening. The tip of my finger went in about a half inch as I continued to pump my fist in and out. She was Cuming like a fountain and her juices were running down my wrist and arm. I was so fascinated with watching my fist pump that wonderful fuck hole that I lasted a long time, almost twenty minutes before I blew my wad into her mouth.
“Gees, Bobby that was absolutely wonderful, I couldn’t stop cumming, you certainly are a wonderful lover for being so young. Better even than my husband who was very good.” Who was your husband, and why did you divorce him? “Some day I will tell you but not right now. It’s time for you to get ready for school.
A couple of days later I was at school and one of the guys brought a porno magazine. He passed it around while we were at lunch. On one of the pages it showed a guy eating this women’s pussy. Under the picture it said “What every woman loves.” One of the guys said “that’s gross, look he is kissing her where she pees.” One of the older guys in the group said “just shows how immature you are. That’s called eating pussy and it’s great so long as she is clean and doesn’t stink to bad.” We all asked him if he had ever done that. “Sure lots of time.” Well who we asked him. “Well Mary lee for one, she has a very nice pussy. Now Sandra has a skaggy snatch and she stunk. I told her that if she didn’t clean her pussy I wouldn’t eat her anymore.” Wow we all said in unison. I made a mental note thinking maybe I could have some of that. Another page of the magazine showed several women eating each other. It also showed men fucking women in the ass and men too. I thought now that’s gross.
That night when Grandma came home from work and before we got into bed, I asked Lil, have you ever had anyone eat your vagina? “Why do you ask” she said. Well today I saw a porno magazine that showed a man eating a women’s vagina and also two women eating each others. “Well yes if the truth be known. My husband used to eat my vagina a lot.” Did you like it I asked? “Yes very much.” Would you like me to eat your pus-I mean vagina? “It’s alright to call it a pussy in private but vagina is better when around other people. Would you like to eat my pussy” she said with a big smile on her face. Yes, I think I would. “Well, wait here and I’ll be back in a minute of two.” She went into the bathroom and I heard the water running. Mom was sound asleep and I looked over at her and she looked like an Angel lying there. I started visualizing her beautiful tits and body I had seen just such a short time before and my cock started to get hard.
Grandma opened the bathroom door and motioned me to come in. She locked the door and laid a towel on the toilet seat and sat down. She scooted forward and opened her legs up very wide. She didn’t have to say anything more, I got down on my hands and knees and opened those lips and gazed at her pink inner lips. I bent down and kissed her hole. I put a finger in and got it wet and then I smelled it and tasted it. It smelled like when you first put spearmint gum in your mouth. It tasted like spearmint with a slight hint of vinegar. I took my tongue and ran it up and down just inside those lips. She let out a low moan so I stuck my tongue inside her as far as I could and began to lick it like a dog. She began to moan a little louder. I saw her little hood covering her clitoris and ran my tongue over it and she jerked her ass and let out another moan. I began to lick and suck her fuck hole like I thought it was going to run away. She grabbed my head and pulled my face hard into her crotch. Her ass was quivering and she was jerking her cunt into my face. I couldn’t breathe at first but soon managed to get some air in and out of my lungs. When I pulled back I could see this creamy dull white stuff oozing out of her fuck hole.
All of a sudden there was a knock on the door, and Mom asked, “What is going on.” “Shit” said Grandma. She pushed me back and stood up and then whispered, “Lean over the toilet and stick your finger down your throat and make yourself vomit. Just a minute Teresa, Bobby’s sick.” She waited until I had vomited a little into the toilet before unlocking the door. “Oh Bobby I’m sorry, what did you eat” Just about then I let go a good amount of vomit and a lot went over my finger and hand from having it down my throat. I stood up and pointed to a glass and whispered water. Mom rushed over and poured me a glass of water. I flushed the toilet and put the lid down and sat on it. Mom squatted down and handed me the water. I had my head bent down with my hands on the side of my face. Before I took the water I glanced over at Mom. I don’t think she realized it but her legs were wide open and I could see her pussy. I held my gaze for a short time before I took the water. I took a big swallow as Mom started rubbing the side of my head with her hands, so I dropped my head and continued to stare at her beautiful pussy. Mom leaned forward and pulled me to her chest and said “Oh you poor dear, let Mommy make you feel better.” Christ, I had a burning desire to reach under her gown and shove my finger into her open pussy. I was even starting to get a hard on. I new I had to do something to distract myself from what I was seeing and feeling. I forced myself to stand up, saying I’m ok Mom. She gave me a hug and my half hard on that was only just starting to get in front of me went into her crotch a little. She didn’t seem to want to let go and I was afraid if I continued to stand there with her hugging me my cock would get completely get hard and I was afraid she would react in a negative way. I’m OK Mom I need to rinse my mouth out. I could almost swear just before she released me her legs came together a little squeezing my cock.
I quickly turned around and took some mouth wash and rinsed my mouth. I looked at My Grandma through the mirror and she was looking at my cock that had gotten a little harder and was sticking out under the sink. She said, “Come on Teresa, lets let the boy finish cleaning up” Just as Mom turned around to go out the door Grand Ma gave my cock a squeeze. I went back to bed as soon as my hard on subsided.
When I got back in bed between them Mom reached over and pulled my head back into her breasts and said “You poor dear. What do you think you ate that made you sick?” I think it was a hot dog I traded for my peanut butter sandwich. Grandma said, “What, you don’t like my Peanut butter sandwiches?” No I love them I said but he said he never got to have one so I traded. Mom had her arm under my head and I was laying there face to face with her. I reached over and pulled her tight against me and told her I appreciated her concern. Feeling her warm body so close against mine I started to get hard again. Shit I thought what should I do, turn over or just lay here and see what she does.
I closed my eyes and just laid there as my cock got harder and harder. I was quite surprised when she threw her leg over mine. It caused her gown to rise up and my cock slipped between her legs. I just laid there for the longest moment mesmerized to what was happening. I could hear Grandma begin to snore. I pushed my cock slowly forward along her pussy lips and then with drew and repeated it. Her pussy lips were so hot against my cock. Mom began to breathe a little harder. I kept up a slow rhythm in and out between her legs.
Just when I thought about trying to enter her she pulled back and turned over. I thought Oh shit I blew my chance, but to my surprised she scooted her ass back against me and reached between her legs taking hold of my cock and placed it at her opening. She then scooted closer allowing my cock to enter her pussy about two inches. That was all it took I put my arms around her chest and squeezed her tit before plunging my cock deep into her vaginal cavity. I used my thumb and forefinger to rub her nipple and at the same time squeezing gently her lovely breast. I took my time I fucking my Mother very slowly. I could feel her inner walls as they smoothly rubbed up and down my shaft and I continued running my cock in and out of her pussy. Like Grandma her pussy was very hot and began to get wetter and wetter. She was much tighter than Grandma and her vaginal lips squeezed my cock as I fucked her. She was moaning softly and I felt her quiver as she came, whispering “Oh Bobby you feel so good. It’s been so long. I hope you don’t feel too badly about this. I whispered back, Oh Mom how can I feel badly about it, I love you and have wanted you for so long. I started to pump faster but she reached over and grabbed my butt and said “Easy, we don’t want to wake Mom. She would never forgive me for doing this.” I smiled and thought to myself, if you only new.
We fucked for about fifteen minutes before I came. She had cum two more times just before I popped my load into her. She whispered OH god Bobby I can feel you cumming inside me and it feels so wonderful. Just as she started to go to sleep I began to stiffen and I had not come out of her so I started to fuck her again. This time I fucked her for over half an hour. She kept moaning ever so softly as I felt her cum over and over again. When I finally came she turned over and gave me a deep kiss running her tongue into my mouth and tickling the ruff of it. She whispered, “Bobby you can’t know how much I needed that. We need to talk tomorrow after Grandma goes to work.”
When I woke up Mom had left for work and Grandma was in the kitchen fixing breakfast. I went into the bathroom and took a long hot shower and then got dressed for school. When I walked in and sat down at the kitchen table I said good morning Lil. She had her back to me scrambling eggs when she said, “fucked your Mother last night didn’t you.” What I stammered. “Don’t try and deny it. In fact you fucked her twice. I pretended to be asleep but I wasn’t.” I didn’t say anything. Finally she turned around and said, “So what are we going to do now?” What do you mean I said, why is fucking my Mother going to change anything. “Well we can’t let her know you are fucking me too. I don’t know how she would react if she new, and I don’t want to find out. I walked up and threw my arms around her and gave her a big french kiss and said nothing has changed I love you and will always want to fuck you. In fact, I pulled her robe apart and turned her around lifting both her robe and gown at the same time, I think I’ll fuck you right now before I go to school. I dropped my pants and boxer’s as she said “Oh Bobby you are shameless, and we haven’t even had our eggs yet.” We both laughed as she shoved her ass back bending over the sink letting me bury my cock deep into her waiting pussy. I fucked her long and hard before cumming deep into her love nest. I went off to school as happy as a lark and wondered if anyone could smell my Grand Mothers pussy juice on me. What the hell I didn’t care. I wondered what Mom wanted to talk about.
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Not So Ordinary Life ch. 3

So here it is Chapter 3 MOTHA FUCKA!
Fred, Samantha and Hilary walked into their home, the sounds of sex immeaditly filling their ears.
“We’re HHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMEEEEEEE!” Hilary yelled as she always did. Fred and Samantha rolled their eyes.
They walked into the kitchen to see the source of the noise. Mark had Lauren up on the counter and was banging her pussy with undying lust. HIs face was buried inside the cleavege of Lauren’s large breasts. The two lovers continued as if their children weren’t even their. Mark thrusted harder into her, her pussy getting tighter after every thrust, squeezing him. Mark brought his mouth over and latched it onto her nipple, licking and biting the sensitive skin till Lauren was giving a loud moan from deep down in her throat. Several minutes later, It was a chorus of moans and groans.
“Hey kids.” Lauren said in a breathless tone as she leaned against the cabinet in an attempt to recover. Mark looked at his watch and swore.
“Ah shit, I better go or I’m gonna be late for work, again.” He grabbed a pair of boxers and ran out the door. Although Lauren and Mark were quite well off from their previous porno jobs, Mark wasn’t the kind of guy that could sit at home, day after day. So he got some job with this big compony, but what they do is not interesting nor is it relevent to this story, so moving on.
“So how’s Kyle.” Lauren asked as she started moving around the kitchen cleaning up.
“I’m sure he’s enjoying Florida.” Samantha said as she flashed a dirty look at Fred. The sibilings were now sitting at the table.
“So I forgot he was moving, Cut my balls off why don’t you!” Fred shot back.
“Maybe I should and stick them up your ass!” Samantha stood up from the table and so did Fred. Before things could get out of hand Lauren stepped in.
“First off, no cursing in my house. Second off, maybe instead of fighting and lieing around you should start on that homework.
“Come on mom it’s Saturday, could ya get off it already!” Fred groaned at her, “The last thing I wanted was too do is homework.”
“After your 43 in Math and Samnatha’s 52 in History, I think it’s time you two got to work. And if these horrendus grades continue their will be punishment.” Lauren had already made the quick change from nympho to the mother with loving care, and an iron fist.
“What kind of punishment?” Samantha said with a touch of seductiveness in her voice.
“Not the one you want.” Lauren bluntly said, when it came to her children’s grades, she didn’t fuck around.
“Come on Hilary, lets go do homework.” Samantha said in a high pitched mock voice. She did a little twirl and started to skip down the hallway, but stopped when she realized that Hilary wasn’t fowolling her.
“Come on Hilary.” Samantha said a little more demanding.
“I already did it.” Hilary smiled and shrugged.
“Than help me do mine.” But before Hilary could answer Lauren’s mom sense had already translated “Than help me do mine!” too “Let me copy yours.”
“She can’t. Hilary and I are going somewhere.” Lauren said but turned back to the dishes as quickly as she answered.
“Where?” Samantha wore an expression of shock.
“Pet store, to pick out a dog! Dad finally said we could get one!” Hilary got up and went upstairs, Fred followed suit. A storm was brewing.
“Cool can I come!” Samantha gave a little jump.
“No.” Lauren firmly responded
“But I wa—–”
“Well you should have thought of that when you failed that History test.” Samnatha looked repulsed, as if her mother had just said tht she was gonna grow a penis.
“But….” Lauren gave her a looks as firm as her breasts that told Samantha not to go there.
Hilary came down wearing a pair of blue bikini bottoms and tossed her mother a thong.
“Study hard.” Hilary smiled and waved with a gloating look at her twin. When her mom was looking Samantha flipped her the bird and ran upstairs.
Fred was lying on his bed playing his Xbox 1020 with his iPod dock blaring rap music when Samantha walked in.
“Oh excuse me. I can see there is some real hardcore studying going on here. So are we memorizing lyrics today or Halo 7.” She sauntered over to the bed and sat considerable close to him. Fred knew what she was gonna do so he pretended to ignore her and the growing erection.
“So Halo is this good of a game (she grabbed and started stroking his erection) or is there something else.” She whispered those last words into his ear. She started kissing down his neck, her right hand still jacking him off and her left fondiling his balls. Fred was trying to concentrate. He would like nothing more to fuck her, but he needed just one more kill and he’d win, one more kill, One more Kill, ONE MORE KILL!
“FFFFFUUUUCCCKKKK!” Fred jumped and slammed the control onto the ground and let out a stream of curse words that could gray their mother’s hair. “you couldn’t wait one more kill!”
“Jeez. It’s just a game.” She saw he was pretty pissed off and that comment made it worse. “Want me to make it up to you.” Samantha raised an eyebrow at him and spread her legs a little bit giving him a view of her pussy.
“You better.” Fred sat down on his bed.
Samantha got up and kneeled in between his legs. She took his rock hard shaft in both hands and started jacking him off again. She tilted her head and put his ball sack into her mouth sucking gently on his balls. They popped out of her mouth and she dragged her tongue along the underside of his shaft, swirling her tongue on the head as she reached the top.
“Your precum taste so good.” Samantha teased.
She opened her mouth wide ad started taking in his length. She went half way before stopping and going back up. Then she took 4 inches in her mouth before going back up. Each time she reached the head she used her tongue to put pressure on the hole. She started deep throating him, going faster up and down the shaft. Her right hand was squeezing his balls, rolling them in her fingers. Her head was bobbing up and down, dragging her teeth on his shaft. Fred was in heaven, and before he knew he’s balls started to tighten. He blew so much cum into her throat she actually started to cough.
“Shit! Are you ok.” Fred asked. He had just cum, but he was already getting hard again from the view he was getting of her pussy.
Samantha hopped back onto the bed and kissed him on the lips. It was a bit nasty for Fred who was getting a taste of his own cum but he kept it going anyway too please his sister.
She rolled off him and spread her legs. Fred lowered his head to her pussy and gave it a lick. He was about to eat her out when Samantha told him too stop.
“What?” Fred asked
“I want a cock in me. If I wanted a tongue I would have fucked with Hilary.”
“Fine no reason to be bitchy about it.” Fred spread her legs wider and positioned himself at her entrance.
Fred jammed his cock into Samantha’s tight pussy. Samantha shrieked at the feeling of his entire length in her. He pulled back and slammed in again, gathering a steady rythm. He propped her upagainst the headboard of his bed and started relentlessly banging her. The speed created a heating friction that hd them both yelping like puppy dogs at the sight of food.
Fred wasn’t gonna last much longer if this kept up, and Samantha wasn’t getting off, so he tried to speed up the process. He started sucking on her nipple, and Samanthe started moaning. All the girls had sensitive breasts, a hereditary trait from their mother. He stuck a finger in between her ass cheeks and started wiggling it around. He slammed harder, his face screwed up in concentration trying hold on. But Samantha still wasn’t getting their.
As a last ditch effort, Fred’s hand went down and started rubbing her clit. Finally Samantha started groaning and moaning that she was cumming. Fred let himself go, thrusting one last time and emptying his load deep inside her.
Fred pulled back and collapsed on the bed, breathing as if he had just run a marathon. Their juices were flowing out of Samantha’s pussy she sat up.
“Do you have enough energy for my ass.” Samantha asked him as simple as if she had just asked to pass the butter.
“I’m gonna be fucking raw!” Fred exclaimed pointing at his once again hard dick, but who was he to turn down a piece of ass.
So Samantha got on her hands and knees and put her ass in the air. Fred’s dick was still soaked from her pussy so spread her cheeks and plunged his entire length into her ass. It did take about 2 minutes to do it but he got it too work. He reared back and thrusted into her again. Her voice blaring like a an alarm. Samantha love it rough and that’s just how he was giving it to her. Her ass was tight and Samantha was squeezing her ass. Fred could barely thrust into her but Sam was helping pushing her ass back up against him to meet the thrusts. Finally Fred blew a load into her ass and quite literally passed out from exhaustion.
Samantha just shrugged her shoulders and walked out of the room, to finally start her homework.
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Not So Ordinary Life ch. 5

A/N: As the title suggests this is ch. 5. If you didn’t read Chp. 4 go to the submission date pg and scroll down, if all goes according to plan it should be right under this one.
She was pressed against the shower door, the hot water pounding on bare skin, her breasts crushed against the pleasingly cold glass. Her hair was cascading down her left shoulder, revealing the crook of her neck to him. His lips placed tender kisses along her collarbone, occasionally stopping to lightly nibble and suck on her smooth skin. His hands holding her petite hips in place, helping her keep her balance as he penetrated her.
Her mouth was open, letting shrieks of pure, uninhibited, pleasure as the tip of his member just hit her cervix. Her shrieks had started low but increased in volume as did the pleasure. They became more frequent, more breathy, higher pitched. The shrieks en-thrilled him. They tainted him with an undying lust, only to be satisfied by release. The shrieks encouraged him to work harder, to thrust faster. Each shriek was a cry to be satisfied, and each thrust was a powerful response. She began to slip, so he held on tighter. Squeezing her little waist and bringing it closer to him. He layed his chest on her back, getting more leverage and force into his thrusts. She felt him reattach his lips to her neck, further increasing her pleasure. Producing more of those intoxicating shrieks.
The waves of pleasure increased, her walls began to tighten more frequently.With every thrust he penetrated deepper inside of her. Each thrust pushing her closer to the edge. His balls began to tighten, her walls milking the shaft for all it was worth. The friction between the lovers so intense, it could have lit a thousand candles.They were both getting closer, the pleasure was about too peak. Just one more thrust. Just One More Thrust. JUST ONE MORE-
“THRUST!!!” Samantha screamed at her mother. She and her brother Warren were in a tangled heap on the bathroom tile. They had come crashing through the opening when Lauren opened the shower door. All the lust Sam felt quickly changed to rage towards her mother.
“I don’t care how close you were. Is that homework done?” Lauren said trying to keep her temper down.
“Well-”
“Is it?”
“Well-”
“IS IT?” Lauren was growing impatient with her daughter.
“I was going too-” Sam began in a small voice
“YOU WERE GOING TOO!! AND ON TOP OF THIS YOUR HAVING SEX ON THE SHOWER DOOR!!! YOU BOTH NOW THAT YOUR FATHER AND I HAVE ALREADY REPLACED TWO DOORS ALREADY BECAUSE OF THAT!!! Lauren tried to calm herself down so that the volume of her yelling would stay down. She took a deep breath and said through gritted teeth:
“Just go upstairs and do it and will discuss your punishment later.”
Punishment? But-” Sam began to protest but her mother cut her off
“BUT NOTHING! NOW GO!”
“BUT-”
“GO!!!”
Seeing it was a losing battle, Samantha stormed out of the bathroom, bumping her twin Hilary (who had been watching and choking back laughter) out of the way, cursing her mother under her breath.
“Hey Hil, wanna come join me in the shower? The water’s warm.” Warren said trying to coy his other little sister into the shower, so he could finish what he had started. Despite all the yelling and screaming, his hard on didn’t shrink an inch. In fact it got him more riled up. He always thought his mom looked sexy when she was angry.
“No way! I’m gonna go upstairs and rest a little while.” and with that Hilary left the room.
Dejected, Warren went back into the shower to turn the water off. He was just about turn the knob when he felt a pair arms wrap around his chest. The hands rested on his chest, the nails slighty scratching his skin. He let himself be pulled back under the jet of hot water. Warren turned around and his lips immediately met Lauren’s.Her tongue pushing against his lips, trying to force an entry. Warren allowed her access, their tongues dancing in and out of each others mouths to the beat of lust, She brought her hands too the back of his head pushing him deeper into the kiss. His arms snaked around her waist, his hands resting just under each cheek of her full ass. He gave each a light squeeze before snaking one hand around to the front her pelvis. He gently rubbed his hand against the front of her pussy, cupping his hand and using his thumb to tease her clit. He traced the lips with his finger as if to create an imaginary sketch in his mind.
Lauren began to moan into the kiss. She held her son closer, her breasts mashing against his chest. Warren slipped his finger in between her wet folds, causing another moan of satisfaction from Lauren. He wriggled his finger around, slowly sliding it in and out while he guided his mom against the shower wall. He gently began to part her legs. Lauren brought a hand up to steady herself on her son’s shoulder. The other one slid down his chest, across his stomach before coming to rest on his throbbing member. She wrapped her hands around the shaft and began to slowly stroke. She teased the head with her thumb, pushing lightly against the hole.
Lauren stopped stroking and broke the kiss. Her eyes meeting her sons.Crystal blue meeting chocolate brown. An unspoken agreement met as Lauren began guiding her son’s member towards her entrance. She pushed the head inst deep enough so that it would stay in place. The two began to kiss again, with the passion of eternal lovers. Just as Lauren began to break the kiss, Warren lifted her up against the shower wall and pushed his entire length deep into her. Lauren tossed her head back in Ecstasy as Warren’s thrusting gained a steady rhythm. She was letting out a stream of throaty moans, mixed with gasp for every time he was completely buried inside of her. He began kissing and gnawing at the her neck leaving innumerable hickeys before making his way down to her luscious breasts. He captured one of her bouncing breasts in his mouth. Warren licked around her nipple, toying with it with his tongue. He attached his mouth to it and sucked hard on it at the same time he thrusted into
her. His hands pushing up on her hips too keep her from falling.
Lauren was just about screaming in the pleasure that her son was inflicting. Her hands racing through his hair, ruffling it, pushing him further into her breasts. Her mind full enveloped in pleasure. She moved her hands down to his shoulders, holding on tight, her nails digging into his skin as he increased his thrusting.
Harder and Harder. Faster And faster. Warren began to feel his mother’s walls contract. They were squeezing him tightly, and it was becoming harder to thrust. The combined pleasure of the suckling and thrusting was too much for Lauren to handle. She began to orgasm, moaning at the top of her lungs, her son not far behind. His balls had tightened and he gave one last thrust, emptying his load deep inside his mother. Warren let out a low groan, as his orgasm subsided. He slowly slid his mother down the shower door as the came to a rest in the corner of the shower. Warren sat so that he was in between his mother’s legs, his head resting on her breast using it as a more then suitable pillow. Lauren began stroking her sons hair, just as she had always done, occasionally laying a kiss on his forehead. They sat in silence for several minutes, just enjoying the shower and each others company, when Lauren spoke:
“Do you think I was too hard on your sister?”
It took Warren a moment to think what she was talking about but upon remembering he joked:
“Some pillow talk.”
Lauren smiled, and gave a chuckle. “I’m sorry, but I started thinking about it and now I’m feeling guilty.”
“She’ll be fine. You guys always buttheads. It’s nothing new.” Lauren smiled at her sons comment. It was quite true, Lauren and Samantha were both strong willed and had many fights in the past.
“You’re probably right.” Lauren got up to turn off the water.
She had always valued her son’s wisdom and views. She recognized that he had a gift for being able to get along with most if not all people. He was well-liked everywhere and she was constantly told what a gentlemen he was. He was the one child she had no problems with and never worried about. He was the baby that slept through the night. He was the toddler that potty-trained quick and easy. He was the child that always brushed his teeth without argument. He was the teen that did his homework without being told too a thousand times. He was the young adult she trusted and leaned on, always the shoulder to cry on when her husband was not around.
He was her rock.
Back upstairs, Hilary had been trying to go too sleep, tired from the “Woody Experience” but her brother and mother’s constant moaning kept her up. Just as the final moans rang through the house and she was about to fall asleep, rap music started blaring through the wall. “FRED” she silently screamed in her mind. She sat up and decided to screw the nap and just do what she normally did when she wasn’t feeling herself. With that she unzipped a part of her mattress and reached inside.
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Chapter One:
“Walter!”
Patty brushed her long, wavy blonde hair out of her eyes and
glowered angrily at her son’s bedroom door.
“Walter, I know what you’re doing in there! I am absolutely
sick of listening to you jacking off in your room every day! Walter,
are you listening?”
Her teenage son didn’t answer. The rhythmic thumping continued
louder than ever, the sound of the headboard banging against the wall
as Walter eagerly beat his prick, flailing his fist up and down his
stiff, aching cock.
“Walter!”
Patty swore and rapped angrily on the door. She was thirty-four
and gorgeous, with wide blue eyes complementing her blonde hair, and
a slim, stacked, big-titted body.
“Walter, pay attention to me!”
Walter groaned, and then the headboard started thumping against
the wall even more quickly. He was probably on the verge of spraying
a big load of cum all over his chest. Patty turned from the door,
blushing fiercely as she retreated down the hall. She was dressed
casually, in jeans and a blue work shirt that gave her large, braless
tits plenty of room to jiggle and bounce. It was the sort of outfit
that any normal housewife would have worn around the home, but she
didn’t feel normal.
For one thing, she was divorced now. The house and her modest
monthly alimony checks were all she had to remember her long marriage
to her husband. For another thing, she had a handsome young son who
was obsessed with jacking off.
It had started six months before, after the divorce. Walter was
an unusually handsome young lad of sixteen, tall and muscular, with a
bulging crotch that Patty, in spite of her embarrassment, had been
unable not to notice. Patty had read that the sex drive of growing
boys can be very strong, but that hadn’t prepared her for the fact
that Walter’s cock seemed to be stiff and bulging most of the time.
She supposed her appearance had something to do with it. Patty
was slimmer than average, with long legs and a cute, girlishly round
ass. But her tits were so big that her G-cup bras had to be
custom-made. Her body had always made men horny, and Patty was
afraid that her only child was no exception. She had been mortified
to see his cock swelling many times in the past six months, when she
caught him ogling her figure.
At least he could try to restrain himself, Patty thought. Or at
least be quiet about wanting to play with himself so much. It was
three-thirty in the afternoon now, and Walter had been home for a
half hour. He’d literally run upstairs as soon as he’d walked
through the door with an obscene-looking bulge tenting through his
slacks.
Two minutes later, the thumping had started. She heard it at
least four times a day now. She’d tried to talk to him about it,
both gently and sternly, but he just wouldn’t listen. All he said
was that he couldn’t keep from rubbing his big prick as soon as it
started to get stiff.
Well, he was just going to have to learn to ignore it, Patty
thought suddenly. Impulsively she went to the hall closet, finding
the key to Walter’s bedroom door hanging on a nail. Determinedly she
went back to his room, knowing full well that she was about to catch
her boy in the act. It wasn’t normal for a lad to play with himself
so much. Walter simply had to learn to control his sexual desires.
Patty let herself into his room. It took Walter a moment to
notice that she’d come in. As she’d expected, he was lying on his
back with his pants around his ankles. A jar of baby oil stood
prominently on the nightstand beside his bed. The youth’s tongue
lolled obscenely out of the corner of his mouth as he worked his fist
feverishly on his crotch, whipping his hand up and down his
throbbing, straining cock.
Patty looked at it. It was the first time she’d ever seen her
son’s naked, stiff prick; in spite of herself, she couldn’t help
being curious. She’d imagined that he’d have a relatively small
prick, even though he was almost full-grown.
Patty instantly saw that she was wrong. Walter’s prick was
huge. Stiffly the long, fat cock meat shaft rose out of his cock
curls, at least nine inches long and as thick around as her wrist.
The cock knob was as big as a small apple, bloated deep red and
glistening with oozing cock cream. Instantly the divorce, sexually-
frustrated mother felt a shameful new craving throbbing in her cunt.
She had never imagined that seeing her own son’s stiff prick would
make her pussy feel so wet and hot.
“All right, Walter. Stop it right now!”
Walter raised his head and finally saw that his mother was with
him in the room. He sighed, releasing his big cock and folding his
hands behind his head. He made no effort to cover his fuck organ,
and the giant cockshaft continued to buck and pulse over his stomach.
Patty sat beside her child on the bed, trying not to stare at his
cock. She felt her nipples stiffening and poking through the work
shirt. She wished she’d worn a bra to prevent her enormous tits from
jiggling in front of her son.
“Since when did you start barging in on me when my door’s
locked?” Walter grumbled. “Can’t I even have some privacy?”
“You know perfectly well I was knocking a moment ago. I think
that’s sufficient justification for using the key. Walter, you know
this is something we need to talk about. All you ever do these days
is jerk off. It’s not normal. You’re not going to develop normally
if you spend all your time rubbing your cock and making it come.”
“I can’t help it,” Walter grinned. “My cock gets hard, and I
feel like rubbing it. What’s wrong with that?”
“Don’t you know any young girls who could—-” Patty blushed,
stopping short of telling her son to find a horny girl to fuck. “—
who could help you think more about normal things?”
“You mean like fucking?” Walter’s grin broadened. “Shit, Mom, I
fuck a lot of girls. If you want, I can bring one home tomorrow and
fuck her right here. I just like rubbing my prick a lot. It feels
good.”
“You…you could at least pull up your pants when your own
mother is talking to you. This is very embarrassing.”
“Well, you’re the one who wanted to talk, Mom. I don’t want to
stop jacking off now. I’ve had a big load in my nuts all day. I
need to cum bad!”
And then the hung son shocked his mother again, sliding his hand
down to again tightly grip his giant prick. The astonished mother
couldn’t help staring at his tremendous cock as he started beating
his meat again, slowly and very hard, groaning as he moved his fist
up and down the oversized length of his cock.
“Walter! Walter, for God’s sake!” Patty gasped at him,
overwhelmed with both anger and an irresistable, incestuous lust.
“How…how dare you do that in front of your mother! You take your
hand off your prick this instant!”
“I don’t want to, Mom. It feels good.”
And then Walter stared openly at her tits, sighing as he watched
the huge, spongy tits swaying slightly under her shirt.
“Man, you sure have a pair of big ones, Mom. Sometimes I like
to think about sucking them when I jerk off. It’s even better
looking at them at the same time.”
“Walter!”
Patty was so shocked that she knew she had to make her boy stop
beating his cock that instant. She dropped her hand, intending to
pull his finger off of his prick. But Walter withdrew his hand at
the same time. The next thing Patty knew, her hand was filled with
the hot stiffness of Walter’s prick.
“Ummm, that feels good, Mom! Why don’t you rub it for me?”
“You little bastard!”
And then Patty started doing it. She didn’t know what had come
over her, what had prompted her to begin the worst possible sin with
her son. Her pussy was very wet, throbbing so hornily in her panties
that she could hardly think straight. She felt overwhelmed by anger,
frustration and a wanton, uncontrollable lust.
Walter just lay there, smiling as he submitted to his sex-
starved mother’s hand job. Patty stared openly at his huge prick
now, grimacing as she whipped her right hand up and down the
cockstalk as fast as she could.
“Does this feel good? Is this what you want me to do to you,
Walter? Your very own mother? Are you really so disgusting that you
want your own Mommy to jack on your cock like this?
“Do you want Mommy to suck it too? You’d like that, wouldn’t
you? You’d like your own mother to put your prick in her mouth and
swallow your hot cum!”
Walter responded by pushing her hand away, swinging around to
sit up on the edge of the bed. He looked at his mother pointedly,
then grinned, snapped his fingers, and pointed arrogantly at his
aching cock.
“Yeah, that’s what I want, all right. Why don’t you get on your
knees right now, Mom? My cock needs a good sucking right away!”
“You filthy, shameful, little boy —”
And then her words trailed off as she did what her son
requested, dropping to her knees in front of him and confronting the
huge, aching length of his prick. Patty realized that she was
breathing very hard, and that she could feel her heartbeat in her
pussy better even than she could feel it in her chest.
She felt as if she’d lost all control of herself, as if it were
no longer possible to distinguish between what she was really doing
now and what she might have dreamed about. She couldn’t believe that
she was actually going to shove her own son’s cock down her throat
and swallow his spewing cum.
Patty wrapped her fingers tightly around his throbbing cock,
sliding her fist to the root. She stared intently at the rosy, puffy
cock knob for several seconds, seeing how the whole fat crown
glistened with sticky spunk. The wanton mother lowered her
head, pressing her lips to his piss hole. Shamefully she thrust out
her tongue, eagerly licking the tasty cock juice from the tingling
tip of his prick.
“Unnggh! That feels good, Mom!” Walter writhed on the edge of
the bed, holding her head with both hands. “Put it in your mouth,
Mom! Suck it! Unggh, suck it good!”
Patty shut her eyes, trying to block out the knowledge that she
was now the kind of mother who gave blow jobs to her very own son.
Gradually she let her lips slide onto his pulsing fuck organ,
slurping in inch after inch of his giant, throbbing cock. She
stopped when she’d inhaled over a third of it, when she would have
choked herself if she’d tried to swallow any more of his cock meat.
Then the horny mother started sucking the prick extremely hard,
keeping her eyes closed as she nursed contentedly on the aching
stiffness of his hard-on. An absurd voice in the back of her mind
still tried to justify what she was doing. She was showing him how
awful he’d feel if he let his own mother suck his prick.
Patty sucked the tasty cock harder and harder, shocking herself
with her eagerness to mouth and slurp her own child’s prick. She
forced her face closer to his hairy crotch base, gagging herself,
dying to swallow all of his cock meat in one swallow. The huge prick
responded to her hard, wet sucking by growing even bigger and
stiffer. The cock knob puffed up obscenely, pulsating on the roof of
her gullet.
“Ummlllppp,” Patty gurgled.
Her lewd, slurping sounds of cocksucking contentment had become
very loud too, filling up the bedroom. Feverishly she started
bobbing her head up and down, fucking her mouth with her boy’s big
prick. Her fingers tightened on the root of his cock. Then she
furiously started jacking his prick as she sucked the tip, swirling
and basting her tongue around the mushroom-shaped crown, lapping up
the salty spunk as it dribbled out of his enormous, aching prick.
“Mom, I’m gonna cum soon!” Walter groaned. “Unggh! I can feel
it, Mom! It’s really going to be a big one! Oh, suck it, suck me
hard! You’re such a fantastic cocksucker!”
The shocking, disgusting compliment was music to her ears.
Patty felt her face redden as she started sucking cock as hard as she
could, rapidly puckering and bellowing her cheeks around the cum-
laden stiffness of his cock. Her fist was a blur, whacking up and
down his hard-on. She was desperate to nurse a heavy, spurting load
out of his cock, to be forced to swallow as fast as she could to gulp
down all of her son’s cum.
“Swallow it, Mom! Cumming, cumming!”
He clutched her head, thrusting his hips off the bed, fucking
his cockshaft another inch between her lips. Patty started to gag,
but then, at last, her horny cocksucking efforts were finally
rewarded. A tremendous shower of spunk blasted out of his swollen
cockhead, squirting and splattering down his cum-loving mother’s
throat.
“Ummmllppp!” Patty gurgled.
The cock juice was spewing into her mouth, squirting on her
tonsils and running down her throat. Feverishly she clung to the
enormous, cream-shooting cock, loving the taste of her young son’s
seed. Shamefully, the horny mother started sucking, jacking and
swallowing all at the same time, not wanting to release her boy’s
prick until she’d sucked every droplet of salty cream from the crown
of his cock meat.
After nearly a half-minute, the cum-explosion was over, and the
stacked blonde mother had her belly full of cock juice she’d secretly
craved. She raised her head from her son’s crotch, dazed and
desperately horny, running her tongue around her mouth to lick up the
cream. Patty was breathing hard, and her pussy was so wet that it
had completely soaked her panty crotch band.
Walter’s prick was still very hard, and throbbing in front of
her face. Patty’s pussy spasmed as she suddenly imagined the huge,
fat pussy-pleaser plowing into her hairy cuntslit, ramming deeply in
and out her cunt.
“Well. I hope you’re satisfied, Walter,” she panted. “You
actually got Mommy to suck your big prick for you. I suppose now you
want to do other dirty things with Mommy too.”
Walter grinned, nodding. Patty rose to her feet, fumbling with
her shirt buttons, unable to stop staring at her child’s enormous
cock.
“Then I think you’d better take off the rest of your clothes,
Walter. Now that we’ve begun, we’d better get these disgusting
desires out of your system once and for all.”
Walter grinned again, kicking off his shoes and sliding his
pants off the rest of the way. All he had on now was his shirt, and
he didn’t need to take that off to give his mom the hard fucking she
needed. He sat up, watching her strip. Patty felt a flush of pride
as she shrugged the shirt off, revealing her enormous tits.
“You like Mommy’s big tits, don’t you, Walter?” she asked.
Patty ran her hands up her slim waist, cupping the giant, spongy tits
and kneading them lasciviously. The nipples capping the creamy
double D-cuppers were very wide and red, with stiff, protuberant
tips. Patty kicked off her shoes and undid her jeans. Then, naked
except for her panties, she joined her son on the bed.
“You can go ahead and suck Mommy’s titties now, Walter. I
suppose you’ve been thinking about that when you jack off too.”
Walter just nodded. He knelt beside his mother, filing his
hands with her gigantic, firm tits. Hungrily he kneaded and squeezed
the tremendous tits, rolling them, and fanning his thumbs across the
nipples. Patty shuddered as the pleasure of the tit massage went
straight into her cunt.
“You — you can suck them if you like,” she panted.
Walter sprawled on top of her, opening his mouth wide to engulf
one straining nipple. Feverishly he started slurping on his mother’s
enormous tit, sucking and puckering his cheek, just as he’d once
nursed milk out of her tits as a suckling baby. Patty whimpered, the
need in her pussy growing stronger by the second. She tenderly
cradled her loving son’s head, encouraging him to suck Mommy’s tits
as much as he liked.
“You — you can touch my pussy now,” she whispered. “I suppose
you want to do that too.”
Walter slid his hand down, moving it between her thighs to press
his finger against her pussy. Then he stopped tit-sucking and looked
triumphantly into her eyes.
“Man, Mom! You’re really dripping!”
Patty blushed. She’d known her pussy was wet, but she didn’t
know it was so wet that even her inner thighs were slick with her
oozing pussy oils. Walter seemed fascinated by his mom’s hot, creamy
pussy. He grasped her panties and pulled them off, and the panty
crotch stuck to her wet, throbbing cunt. Now his stacked, sexy
mother was completely naked. Walter spread her thighs apart, staring
at the wet, throbbing pussy that had birthed him so many years
before.
“What are you looking at me like that for, Walter?” Patty
panted. “Why don’t you just go ahead and ram you big prick into me
right now? I know that’s what you want to do, even if I am your
mother.”
“Wanna lick it first,” Walter mumbled.
And then he sprawled between her long legs, pushing up her
thighs to give his mouth better access to her throbbing, tasty
cuntslit. It took the naked mother a minute to even understand that
her son wanted to suck her pussy. Then she shuddered, biting her lip
as she felt the first pressure of his tongue sluicing tentatively
between the fragrant folds of her cunt.
“Ungggh! Oh, Walter! What … what are you doing that for,
Walter? Unggh! Unnggh!”
Walter was too busy licking to reply. He obviously loved the
taste of his mother’s pussy, loved the way it felt to move his tongue
busily up and down her pink, juice-glistening cunt. Patty instantly
felt afraid of how she might act now. She’d been horny enough before
Walter went down on her. She didn’t know how outlandishly she might
behave if he made her already aching cunt even wetter and itchier
with his tongue.
“No, Walter! You….unggh….you don’t have to lick Mommy’s
pussy! Unnggh! Just fuck your mother, Walter. I now that’s what
you want!”
Walter didn’t answer. He held his mother’s pussy lips open with
his fingers, allowing him to thrust his tongue deeper into her wet,
fragrant hole. The fuck cream kept running out of her cuntal depths,
and her clit was very fat and swollen, protruding at the top of her
fur-fringed cuntslit.
Walter moved his tongue higher, proving his skill as a pussy
licker as he began swabbing his mom’s clit from side to side. The
naked mother squealed, clutching his head with both hands. Then she
urgently started thrusting and fucking her hips off the bed, urgently
fucking her wet pussy onto his face.
“Yes, Walter,” she cried hoarsely. “Unngggh! Mommy needs
sucking now! Mommy needs sucking bad! Unggh! Lick Mommy’s clitty,
Walter! Oh, suck it, suck it good, make your mother cum!”
Walter kept licking and kissing, pausing to rub his face on the
dense, platinum colored curls that covered her lower belly in a rich
moss. Now he straightened his fingers, pushing them into the narrow,
clinging interior of his mother’s pussy channel. Patty shuddered as
her son started jacking off her throbbing cunt, licking directly on
her clit at the same time.
“Suck it, Walter! Oh, please!”
Walter took her clit between his lips. He sucked it gently but
forcefully, slurping on it, at the same time pumping his fingers
rapidly in and out of her cunt. Patty felt the cum welling up deep
inside of her, making her nipples and asshole tingle as the pre-
orgasmic sensations violently pleasured her whole body. Then she was
cumming, cumming uncontrollably, while her very own son sucked her
cunt.
“Eat it, Walter! Unnggh! Lick it, lick your mother! Cumming,
cuummmiiinnnggg!”
Her throbbing pussy spasmed and spewed, giving her child a
mouthful of pussy juice to lick and suck up. Walter kept sucking her
clit and jacking her off, guiding her through the peak of her orgasm.
It was nearly a minute before the spasms subsided. By then, Patty
had an aching need deep, deep inside her pussy that she’d never felt
before. She desperately need to feel her son’s fat, meaty prick
pounding into her cunt as fast as he could shove it in.
“You….you can fuck your mother no, Walter. I know that’s what
you really want. Go ahead, Walter. Shove it in. Hurry!”
Walter mounted his naked mother, crawling up between her thighs
with his giant, dripping cock pulsing over his stomach. Impatiently
Patty reached down, grasping the cockshaft and directing the cock
knob to her pussy. She whimpered and bit her lip as she felt the
meaty prick boring into her and stretching her pouty pussy lips to
bursting around the invading thickness of his cock.
“Unnggh! Oh, you’ve really got a fat one, Walter! Unnggh!
You’re really going to have to stuff it in, aren’t you? Go ahead.
Unggh! Shove it up Mommy’s pussy, honey. Hurry, hurry!
Walter spread his knees apart, to put his hips in the best
position to hammer in his cock. Then he started stroking, in and
out, fucking his organ deeper into his mother with every stroke.
Patty raised her head, looking down, watching the veined cockshaft
gooshing in and out of her clinging pussy. The sight was violently
exciting. She started humping and wiggling her round little ass,
thrusting her throbbing pussy onto Walter’s huge cock.
“You….you can fuck me deeper, Walter,” she panted. “Go ahead,
Walter. Fuck Mommy’s tight cunt just as deep as you can!”
Walter started stroking harder, making his mother grimace and
shudder as he really started nailing his immense cock into her
clinging, throbbing pussy. At last it was all the way inside her,
buried to the balls in her cunt. Patty had never felt so stuffed
with hard cock in her life.
Her pussy was sucking and spasming uncontrollably now, constantly
nursing around the huge, belly-probing stiffness of his cock. Walter
lay motionless on top of her for several seconds. He
let his elbow bend, crushing her huge tits under his descending
chest.
“Fuck your mother, Walter!”
The intensity of her incestuous desire becoming more apparent,
Patty cocked her legs as high as she could and locked her calves
together across his back. Then she started wiggling and humping like
a bitch in heat, frantically fucking her tight, wet pussy onto her
own son’s cock.
“I said fuck me, Walter! Mommy’s awfully horny now! Fuck me,
fuck me good!”
Walter pulled out, withdrawing until only the crown of his
bloated, dripping hard-on distended his mother’s pussy lips. He
shuddered as he came down hard again, again spearing every inch of
his giant fuck organ into her pussy. By then Patty was humping like
a sex-starved machine, her huge tit mounds bouncing and quivering as
she pistoned her pussy onto her son’s prick. Walter met his mother’s
rhythm, slamming his cock deeply into her buttery, sucking cunt.
“That’s right, Walter! Unngggh! Oh, shit, do it harder, fuck
Mommy’s cunt as hard as you can!” Patty wrapped her arms around his
shoulders, hugging him tight, gasping and squealing as her pussy
spasmed uncontrollably around his big cock. “Fuck me, Walter! Fuck
me!”
Walter panted on her shoulder, and then he started fucking his
mother as hard as he could. Relentlessly he worked his hips between
her thighs, grunting as he rammed his giant, arrow-like prick into
the gooey depths of her sucking pussy. Already the horny mother
could feel the second series of spasms welling up in her loins,
making her ravished, cock-filled fuck hole suck even tighter around
Walter’s prick.
“Mommy’s cumming again, honey! Fuck your mother, fuck your
horny mother! Unnggh! Cumming, Walter! I’m cummmiinnnggg!”
Her pussy burst lusciously into orgasm, oozing out fuck cream,
the narrow pink walls gripping and contracting around her son’s
tremendously huge cock. Walter collapsed on top of her, ramming his
cock in to the hilt. Then the second load of cum cream gushed out of
his prick. Patty felt it spraying and spewing, erupting deep inside
her pussy, deluging her womb with a hot, soothing load of jizz.
Hornily she flexed her fucking muscles around the erupting
cockshaft, helping her child drain the reservoir in his balls
completely in her pussy. But she could already feel her guilt, shame
and disgust returning now that she’d succumbed to the craving to to
give her pussy to her own son. This would be the first time, she
thought, and also the last. She simply couldn’t live with herself if
she continued to relieve her own son’s cock every time it got achey
and stiff.

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Skulduggery Pleasant chapter 2 – Fletchers Present

The second chapter of my fan-fiction series for skulduggery pleasant
I do not own anything from the books they are property of Derek Landy
Enjoy
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Skulduggery pleasant chapter 2 – Fletchers Present
Fletcher lived in a small apartment in Dublin’s dankest street; it was of course populated entirely by sorcerers. It was small and cluttered with various items; weapons, books on magic, mirrors, hair gels and entire wall full of games and films.
When he awoke he rolled of his bed and glanced at his mirror, he winced when he saw that his hair was flat and unkempt, it took him a minute to look away from the mirror and when he did he glanced at the digital clock on the wall (Fletcher had trouble reading analogue clocks) and with a jolt he realised it was his birthday he grinned and picked up his phone.
There weren’t any messages he pouted then realised they were probably planning a surprise for him yeah that has to be it he smiled to himself in excitement and walked over to the bathroom where a full length mirror leant against the wall he struck a pose and smiled. Damn I’m gorgeous he thought turning away and stepping into the shower and sighing as the hot water caressed his body.
After spending an hour grooming himself he turned off the shower and looked at the mirror again, ahh that’s better he thought his hair styled to perfection his skin clear of any dirt and water still running in rivulets down his body, he dried himself and thought about what could happen today.
Hopefully Valkyrie gives me a little present he thought his mind wandering back to the week before when he had finally had sex with her. He hardened at just the thought and he glanced down at it smiling slightly it had been a tight fit for Valkyrie and that thought had made him proud and more arrogant than before.
He got dressed pulling on a pair of jeans and a linen shirt pulling on a leather jacket over it. Once again he marvelled at himself in the mirror and was only roused from his self-admiration when his phone beeped.
He looked at it excitedly and grinned when he saw it was from Valkyrie,
Hey wake up, skulduggery wants us to meet him at Ghastly’s. Vx
His smile dropped, not one mention of his birthday but it sprang up again, maybe that’s where the party is he took one look around the room picking up his keys, wallet and phone before hesitating and picking up a stun gun and sliding into his back pocket. Then glancing at himself in the mirror he vanished with a faint pop.
Valkyrie waited with her arms crossed, and didn’t even blink when Fletcher appeared in front of her his eyes tightly closed, since last month he had appeared when she was changing and saw her fully naked for the first time, she had jumped and kicked him between the legs but he still thought it was worth it.
“Open your eyes moron” she sighed and he opened them disheartened to see there was no present in her hands. Maybe it’s at Ghastly’s he thought holding out his hand and when Valkyrie clasped it they both vanished.
They arrived in Ghastly’s shop and only ghastly turned his head to them, he smiled and said hello at which point skulduggery and Erskine Ravel turned and greeted them quickly returning to their hushed conversation.
They walked up to ghastly Fletcher looking around for any presents,
“What’s going on?” Valkyrie asked
“Madame Sutra has demanded a meeting with us”
“Who?” Valkyrie asked
“Err I’ll let Skulduggery explain” ghastly said awkwardly “happy birthday by the way” he said to Fletcher pulling a package from under the table.
Fletcher grinned and tore the brown packaging revealing a dark black coat and waistcoat.
“Wow thanks ghastly” he exclaimed shrugging his own coat of and throwing on the waistcoat, it fitted snugly and was extremely comfortable. He looked into the mirror at the side of the room and smiled totally unaware that Valkyrie had gone quiet and was looking extremely embarrassed for she had completely forgotten it was his birthday.
The coat was long and it ended below his knees, it was extremely comfortable. He laughed and thanked ghastly again when Skulduggery and Ravel walked over.
“Valkyrie, Fletcher” said ravel nodding to them.
Skulduggery tilted his head and looked Fletcher up and down
“Have you done something different with your hair?”
“Ghastly made me a…” Fletcher began
“Who’s Madame Sutra?” Valkyrie cut in.
Fletcher felt a stab of annoyance but let it go.
“Madame Sutra is a Seductress” Skulduggery said simply
“A Seductress?” Fletcher asked
“A Seductress is a woman whose chosen discipline is pleasure magic” Ravel explained, “They err use the climax of people to strengthen themselves”
“So why don’t you like them?” Valkyrie asked looking at the dislike on ravels face,
“Because they are deceitful and untrustworthy” said ravel.
“And since they have no power of their own they live of other peoples” Skulduggery said
“They are by definition a parasite” said ravel
“When are we meeting her?” asked Fletcher
“Today we are going to drive there now” skulduggery said
“Can’t I take you?” Fletcher asked
“No”
“Why?”
“Because I like to Bentley more than you” said skulduggery and turned and walked away
Fletcher stared after him and before anyone could stop him he vanished,
He reappeared in front of the Bentley and skulduggery tilted his head,
“Yes?” he asked closing the door.
“I’ve had enough” Fletcher said crossing his arm.
“Enough of what?” Skulduggery asked leaning against the car.
“The way you treat me” Fletcher said walking forward “you treat me like I’m nothing”
Skulduggery just stood there and didn’t say anything.
“So that’s it I’ve had enough” Fletcher said anger evident in his words “either treat me like a person or we part ways”
“So that’s it you’d leave Valkyrie and everyone else behind?” asked skulduggery facing Fletcher,
“No their my friends I won’t leave them but you skulduggery you treat me like dirt and expect me to put up with it” Fletcher said angrily.
“Fine then go” Skulduggery said opening the door and climbing inside, Fletcher wanted to do something smash the window maybe or teleport him a hundred miles away.
He turned and came face to face with Valkyrie she kissed him and he felt the anger fade away, he hugged her and said
“I’ll come by to your house later for my present” with a smile that had no humour behind it, he shook Ghastly’s hand and thanked him again for the clothes; he nodded to ravel and the disappeared.
He didn’t even think of where to reappear to and without realising he was appeared in China’s library making a sorcerer jump, he caught the book before it hit the ground and apologized to the man before walking around the corner and almost walking straight into China.
“Fletcher how nice to see you” she said “where are the others?”
“Going to the sanctuary” he said glumly.
Chinas eyes wandered curiously over his face then she smiled, “skulduggery went too far didn’t he”
Fletcher frowned “how did you know?”
“Tsk my dear boy I’m surprised you didn’t say anything sooner” she laughed and Fletcher felt his heart soar, he still had trouble being near China.
“So why are you here then?” she asked
“I didn’t really think when I was teleporting” he explained
“Let’s take this discussion to my apartment” she said catching the look of the sorcerers face,
They walked through the maze of bookshelves and in no time they were outside her door.
She opened it and offered him a seat in front of an elegant desk he took of his coat and draped it over the back of the chair whilst China placed some books on her desk.
“Why does he treat me like dirt!?”Fletcher exclaimed no longer able to keep silent “does he hate me have I done something to upset him is it because I’m dating Valkyrie?”
China smiled and laid a comforting hand on his shoulder
“My child the answer I’m afraid is threefold first thing is that you remind him of himself when he was younger”
“What?” Fletcher said.
“Without meaning to be rude you are incredibly vain and arrogant” China smiled “and so was he”
She waited for him to say something and when he didn’t she continued.
“Second is that he blames you in part for his time with the faceless ones”
“WHAT!” Fletcher shouted “how can he blame me?”
“It was you that opened the portal” she said “and let me continue” she cut in quickly seeing his anger,
“And third is that he has a crush on Valkyrie”
This last piece of information floored Fletcher and left him sitting there with his mouth wide open.
“Yes its true” China said “he loves he like a father naturally but there is always something there and your relationship with her is making him jealous”
Fletcher just sat there finally closing his mouth and China smiled.
“Don’t worry within a day or two he will ask for you to come back but don’t expect an apology” she said “oh and happy birthday”
Fletcher smiled and stood up.
“Oh by the way did Skulduggery say why he was going to the sanctuary?” she asked
“Some women called Madame Sutra asked to see him” Fletcher said.
China smiled a blush creeping on her face and said
“I’ll see you later Fletcher”,
And Fletcher vanished
He reappeared in his apartment and looked into the mirror, so much had happened and thoughts were still whizzing around his head but the most prominent one was, damn I forgot my coat he reappeared back into China’s apartment and held back a gasp China was sitting on her chair her head back, eyes closed and one hand in her underwear undeniable masturbating.
He felt himself go rock hard and he was frozen to the spot, he knew he should move but it was as if his body was rooted to the ground, with an extreme amount of will power he was about to teleport when.
“Hello Fletcher” China had opened her eyes and was looking at him her hand still in her lacy panties,
“I’m so sorry I forgot my coat and then I” he began but China interrupted him.
“It’s ok” she said and stood up walking over to him she put her hand on his face and he could smell her arousal on her fingers,
“Fingers can only do so much” she said and once again Fletchers mouth dropped open.
She laughed, “Close your mouth Fletcher I can think of better uses for it”
Fletcher couldn’t believe what was happening, he was shaken back to reality however when Chinas delicate hand slid into his jeans and grasped his cock. He groaned in pleasure,
“Impressive” China said sliding her hand back and forth. She unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down to his ankles she freed his erection from the confines of his boxers and knelt down.
She grasped it in her hand and licked it from the base to his tip which was leaking pre-cum,
Where did this come from? He thought as China swirled her tongue around his head and licking the shaft in precise movements.
She continued this for a few minutes whilst Fletcher leant back against the wall with his eyes closed, this is wrong, what would Valkyrie say but the thought was flung clear from his mind as China suddenly engulfed him in her mouth his entire seven inch long thick cock in one movement,
He looked at her in absolute pleasure and amazement and their eyes met, she winked and started to hum and Fletcher went over the edge he moaned and thick spurts of his cum splattered down China’s throat.
She didn’t even bat an eyelid but kept eye contact and swallowed it hungrily, Fletcher was too caught up in his climax to notice the faint pink aura around her as her magic reserves grew, Fletcher collapsed he felt like he had run a marathon and all he wanted to do was sleep, but he looked up at China was wiping some of the cum she missed of her cheek and swallowing it.
“Wow” was all he could say,
She looked at him raising an eyebrow,
“well aren’t you going to return the favour?” she asked and Fletcher hurried to his feet almost tripping on his jeans he straightened up and China guided him to her room, the walls were a light blue mixed with streaks of gold and crimson, the bed was massive against the back wall and an oak desk and some bookshelves were against the wall on the right.
But Fletcher’s attention wasn’t on his surroundings, it was on China who was slowly stripping down in front of him, she slowly removed the silk shirt she was wearing, one button at a time never losing eye contact with him, she was wearing a black lace bra that cupped her breasts snugly, when she unclipped it they didn’t even sag an inch, her nipples were light pink and her breasts were perfect handfuls.
Her denims came next she sashayed her hips from side to side pulling them down incrementally until they past her lacy underwear, Fletcher unconsciously licked his lips and she sat down on the bed, he knelt in front of her.
“Take them off” China instructed breathlessly, Fletcher reached his hands up to pull them down.
“No” China said her voice heady with anticipation “take them off with your teeth”.
Trying not to seem to eager Fletcher leant up and panting his pleasure and nerves he gripped her panties in his teeth and pulled them slowly of her legs, he looked up to see one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen, China had a thin triangle of hair above her dripping snatch, and her lips were parted slightly hinting at the pleasure it held inside.
Fletcher nervously brought his head up breathing in her scent with blew away the nerves, he slowly licked her clit, bringing his tongue down to push slightly in her folds before bringing it back up trying to get as much friction as possible by flattening his tongue, China moaned and leant her head back,
He began to repeat himself making patterns with his tongue.
He could sense China getting close, her breathing was becoming ragged and she was arching her back trying to get as much as her womanhood onto Fletchers tongue, he gave her one final lick before latching on to her clit and sucking, China screamed in pleasure and her juices spurted from her clutching womanhood splashing Fletchers face with her nectar. It was a long time before she spoke and when she did her voice was shaky.
“Wow” she said, and Fletcher knelt back his tongue hurting slightly, at some point during his cock had sprang to attention and was now painfully hard, China looked at it. She pulled Fletcher to his feet and pushed him onto the bed; she crawled on top of him and positioned herself over his awaiting member.
She dropped without warning onto him spearing herself with his throbbing manhood, gravity only took her halfway down his thick shaft and she had to lever herself for him to be fully sheathed, he moaned in pleasure her silky folds encompassing his dick like a warm, wet blanket.
China lifted herself up and dropped back down again and they both moaned, China repeated the action and Fletcher couldn’t help it abruptly he spun her around so she was on her back and her was on top and he started to piston in and out of her, she gasped at the sudden inversion and groaned in pleasure as she came again, he felt her wet folds squeeze his cock as he thrust in her, she groaned again and leant forward to unclip her bra, Fletcher bent down and started to suck on her pink nipples, China mewled his name and pushed his head into her chest, he started to lose his rhythm and China started to gasp as her walls clenched and unclenched.
They came in a sudden and euphoric symphony, Fletchers vision flickered as he shouted his release bathing her insides with his hot release, she bucked and screamed his name thankful she had symbols carved into the walls so no one could her them, they lay next to each other gasping as they slowly came down from their high.
When they were ready to stand they both got dressed without speaking to each other,
“Is there a reason we aren’t talking?” China asked wiping a cum from herself and licking her fingers,
“I just cheated on Valkyrie” Fletcher felt awful now it was over what would she say,
“Ahh now your morals kick in” China mocked lightly “don’t tell her”
“But I have to” Fletcher began.
“No you don’t” she said “plus she…” China stopped suddenly and glanced at Fletcher.
“What?!” Fletcher asked in disbelief his feeling a pain in his chest
“I’ll say no more” China said “ but if you do break up don’t hesitate in coming back” she walked past him squeezed his cock and left the room, Fletcher stood there for a minute and then turned picked up his coat and teleported.
He spent the rest of the day thinking, and by the time it was getting dark he came to a conclusion,
He wouldn’t tell Valkyrie about China and call themselves even. He stood up stretching he took a shower and as he got out the shower he heard his phone.
“Hello?” he asked
“Hey fletch you coming over” it was Valkyrie.
“Yeah let me just get dressed I just got out the shower” he replied he thought he heard a slight intake of breath,
“See you in a minute my room yeah” she said and hung up.
Fletcher changed quickly and after checking he had everything vanished.
He reappeared in Valkyrie room, and looked around he spotted Valkyrie on her bed, she turned when he arrived.
“hey about today” he began but she cut him off by kissing him and pushing herself against him, he realised she was wearing her school uniform and he grinned, his grin grew even wider when she got on her knees and fumbled with his belt, succeeding she yanked down his jeans and took him in her mouth,
“whoa” he said “what’s gotten into you” she began to suck hard bobbing her head faster and faster gagging once in a while when he went too far down her throat, fuck happy birthday Fletcher he felt himself getting close from this furious onslaught when a shape hopped through the window, Fletcher looked sideway his cock in Valkyrie’s mouth. Valkyrie merely glanced sideways and continued.
“Ok what the fuck is going on?!” shouted Valkyrie shadows curling in anger behind her…
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Well that took me a while, had a lot of work to do and I couldn’t seem to focus on a decent plot, I am trying to write as much from Fletchers point of view than Valkyrie as I find it easier
Comments are aprectiated even if some aren’t welcomed, feel free to ask for a pairing,
LB

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Punished For My Crime

Punished for my Crime.
It’s no wonder I grew up weird. A set of older triplet sisters, a pilot father who was away more often
than he was home and a mother who seemed to resent most males. My earliest memories are of my sisters
dressing me as if I was one of their dolls. By the time I was 16 my sisters had moved out to attend
college, my father was home even less as he was piloting international flights to pay for three
daughters at college and it was just Mom and I. She mostly left me alone but when she said jump I
waited for the order to come down, she was not a woman to cross.
I have pretty fair complexion and I have to say it but my face does have a girly look. My arms are thin
and my fingers long and slim. I play some tennis and golf so I’m not bulked up with muscle. I hadn’t
even shaved yet as I had very little body hair and what I did have is very pale to match my blond hair.
I know from my days of being made over by my sisters that it did not take much work make up wise to
transform me into a passable girl and I even remember them taking me out once dressed up as their
little sister.
Like most young guys discovering sex I started with cheap porn mags with pictures of cheap women then
moved on to better books with better pictures of better looking women. Being left at home alone gave me
the chance to move up to videos and I spent many an afternoon jerking off to my favourite vid sex. I
don’t know how you acquire a fetish but I found my jerking off sessions were more intense if I had some
of my sisters underwear with me at the time. Eventually I was wearing their panties when I masturbated
or sleeping while wearing a pair of pantyhose. I didn’t actually think of them when I was doing it but
they had so many different styles and materials and the feel of the fabrics on my cock was so much
different to my basic cotton underpants it just seemed to add to my enjoyment of jerkin’ off.
My sisters had not taken even half their clothes when they moved out using the house as a free storage
locker. This was fine by me as I had access to all of their stuff and I was careful to wash anything
that got stained and ironed and put back. Then came that day. I had got a new vid and was anxious to
check it out. The girl on the cover was wearing a skirt and blouse combo that were a close match to
some clothes of my sisters so I was going to dress up in the same outfit while I watched it. Mom yelled
at me that she was going out and would be back later so as soon as the car left the drive I was in my
sisters room getting my outfit together.
I put on a crisp white blouse and a short red and black checked, pleat skirt. I could see some of her
red panties in the cover pics so I found a pair that looked the same and I then added some thigh high
stockings but as I’m not that tall I pulled them nearly all the way to the top of my legs. I went to
the TV and popped in the vid and sat back to enjoy the afternoon. Wow, it was amazing how close I had
got the outfit. One thing I never was into was bra’s so while the woman in the vid had tits busting
from a bright red bra that stretched the fabric of her blouse I stayed flat.
I was so into watching this woman do a slow strip pole dance that I didn’t hear my Mom come back in. I
don’t how long she watched me watching the vid but suddenly she was between me and the television and
she looked set to explode. She called me everything from sicko, to pervert, to creep and I dashed out
of her way as she made a grab at me and headed for my room. I slammed the door closed and sat on the
floor with my back against it to stop her pushing in.
Mom was rather subdued when she talked to me through the door explaining that she just wanted a quiet
chat about sex and that maybe we should have had that talk earlier. It fooled me because I expected her
to rant and rave all afternoon and try to kick the door in. I cautiously opened the door and Mom pushed
her way in glaring at me with a look to kill. Her breating was deep and loud as she tried to hold her
feelings in check. Amazingly we did talk in a mostly civilised way for about ten minutes until she
asked about why I felt the need to dress like one of my sisters. I was mumbling some answer when
suddenly Mom grabbed my arm and dragged me into her room and sat me down at her make up table.
Next thing is I’m in the middle of a whirlwind of activity as my Mom applies makeup to me and works at
my hair. Then she rushed from the room and was back seconds later with a small lacy bra that had the
cups filled with padding and told me to put it on then she was gone again and I could hear her in the
girls room rummaging in the wardrobe. I put on the bra and replaced the blouse as Mom came back with an
assortment of shoes and boots for me to try on. I tried walking in several pairs until Mom settled on a
pair of white boots that came to just under my knee. They also had a chuncky cube heel that made it
easier to walk. Finally she gave me a small purse to sling from my shoulder to complete the outfit. As
I turned to face her the repeated flash from her camera nearly blinded me. I felt calm and relaxed as
Mom gave me the once over and a slight nod.
She took one more thing from my sisters room and then took me out to the car. I got in while trying to
see if any neighbours were looking but it was all clear. As we drove Mom told me that I was to do
whatever I was told to do when we got to our destination and not to let on that I was a guy as it might
not be exactly safe. My calm face was now a worried one and as we pulled into the carpark of a bar I
was scared. Mom handed me a pair of glasses to put on. They had belonged to one of my sisters who had
wanted to look smart so wore them even though they were not perscription.
The bar was dark with small down lights in the ceiling providing illumination. The room had about fifty
people in it mostly guys, but some women, everyone looked like they were on a break from an office for
lunch. Music played in the background and a few people were dancing. Along one wall almost in complete
darkness were a row of booths. Mom ordered some drinks and found a table. She told me that if I wanted
to be like my sisters then this was the place to start. No sooner did she finish talking when I guy
came to our table and asked if anyone wanted to dance. Mom explained that we were here for some “lunch”
and we had to be back at the office in an hour so we could only do some “regular” dancing. The guy
nodded as if he understood and then reached for my arm. I looked at Mom but she just grinned as he led
me away.
He was a head taller than me and from his shirt it seems his name was Mike and he worked for a
construction company. We arrived on the dance floor as a slow number started and he held me in tight
and just swayed to the beat. One hand held me in the middle of the back while his other hand drifted
lower and slipped under my skirt grabbing a big handful of my arse. He moved his hand over the material
of my panties and ran a finger along my butt crack. I squirmed a bit which he took to mean I was
enjoying it. Now his other hand slid down to join the other and holding a butt cheek each he lifted me
level with his face and planted a sloppy kiss on me forcing his tongue in and swirling it around my
mouth. Gross.
He put me back down and placed a hand on my “breast”. He told me he preferred woman with bigger tits
but younger was still better. My arse and breast were getting a thorough mauling and by the time the
song finished I was not sure I could sit comfortably. He then led me to a booth along the darkend wall
and let me get in first and then he sat blocking any chance of escape. He pulled a curtain across the
end of the booth so that anyone could see our heads but nothing below table level.
While he began pawing and kissing me one of my hands brushed against his pants and felt his hardening
penis. He stopped for a moment and undid his belt and trousers finally freeing his semi hard erection
and placing my hand on it. I gripped it and felt it grow firmer. He leant back against the booth seat
and closed his eyes as I pumped his penis dreading what may come next. Out of the darkness a waitress
arrived and left a beer on the table. It didn’t even schock her to see a guy getting jerked off in her
bar.
He looked at his watch and then started pushing me under the table telling me my lunch time was nearly
over. I was on my knees under the table facing his short, thick penis. I had watched enough vids to
know what to do but again I was grossed out. He told me to hurray up and his voice had that edge of
impatience. One last deep breath and I wrapped my lips around the head letting my tongue run over it as
I adapted to the size. I slid a few inches in and then pulled back. Then his hand was on the back of my
head pushing it in place as his hips came off the seat to fuck my face.
I bobbed my head as I jerked his penis making slurping sounds and running my tongue along the shaft all
in an effort to get him off as quickly as possible. At last I felt his body tense and the grip on my
head firmed as he shot his load down my throat. I coughed and spluttered as he emptied his balls into
my mouth but I didn’t loose any. He let me up as he put his penis back in his pants. As I sat up Mom
was right there talking to Mike explaining that I was new to the office and not very “experienced” in
doing lunch so maybe next time she could be his lunch date. He seemed happy as he got out of his seat
and made his way to the door.
Mom sat down and finished the beer while I got my self back together. She offered my a mouthful and I
used the beer to wash away the last traces of cum from my mouth. We gave him enough time to leave and
then we headed out but if I thought my lesson was over I was sadly mistaken. We drove home and I headed
for my room to take off the outfit but Mom stopped me and explained that this is what happens when
you’re a female. Now she told me to go and kneel on her bed and to not look around until I was told. I
could hear her undressing behind me and I was imaginging all sorts of things happening. My cock was
getting hard with anticipation.
Mom pushed me so I fell onto all four’s then flipped the skirt up over my back. Next she pulled aside
the panties from my arse. Her hand snaked between my legs to my throbbing erection rubbing the length
before slipping to my balls to roll them and coat them with some type of cream. She applied more cream
to my arse smearing it over the cheeks and into the crack. This caressing of my private parts put me at
ease so I was not expecting to feel anything nudging my arse hole. Then Mom told me that if my crime
was dressing as a girl then I would receive the appropriate punishment. With that she pushed forward
and the strap on dildo she wore penatrated my virgin butt. I let out a cry of pain but she told me it
hurt more when a girl lost her virginity.
She held my hips as the dildo slid deeper into my arse. As if sensing that I was up to taking it Mom
increased her rhythm pounding my backside to release her own frustrations. She was savage with her
assult slapping her hand on my butt cheeks as she relentlessly drove the plastic phallus into me. My
arm and leg muscles quivered with the strain of supporting myself in this position as well as the
pressure from my mothers weight each time she lay across me.
I lost track of how long she fucked my arse as I was overcome with both the pain and pleasure of the
moment. Finally the dildo slid from my arse but my hole still felt like a ring of fire. I heard the
clips unsnap and them my naked mother fell on the bed next to me her hair slick with perspiration from
her exertions. I was still on all four’s and dazed from treatment I had just received when my mother
said “Fuck her”. I was slow to react so she grabbed my cock and jerked it towards her I turned to face
her and again she said to fuck her but in a more forceful tone.
I positioned myself between her legs and slid my cock forward until I felt the heat of her cunt. I was
nervous and it was a couple of jabs of my cock until I slid into her. I let the head enter and was
easing into her when she thrust her hips forward to meet me and as smooth as silk I slid into her my
full length. From then on she was wild as our bodies mashed against each other in a frantic dance of
lust. I tried to fuck her as hard as she had done me letting my hip bones clash with hers. I was
concentrating so deeply on the in and out motion of fucking that I never did anything to her tits or
even try to kiss her.
It was just pure animal lust until I could no longer hold back and I pushed her legs up and my cock
down to go as deep as I could into her cunt. As I dumped the load of cum from my balls back into the
womb I had sprung from I thought of swallowing the cum at lunch. All I could hear was both of us
grunting as my cock spasmed another shot into the dark. Finally I rolled over and Mom had drifted off
into a semi sleep state so I made my way to the shower to clean up.
While this was the first time Mom dressed me up it was not the last and over the next few years we went
out lots of times and had sex with a number of people, both men and women. I finally moved away, got
married and had a family but sometimes when I’m home alone I’ll slip on a pair of my wife’s panties and
jerk off as I watch a porno DVD.

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My Family #8
I knew that Dad would be home tomorrow and had the whole week-end off. He and I were going to pick up a Christmas tree and the whole family would decorate it. As soon as I had fucked Ester real good making her climax several times and faking mine. I put her under a hypnotic sleep and told her she would go to bed by 10:30 because she was really tired and would sleep until 7 AM. We sat around after dinner and watched T.V. At 10:30 Ester said she was tired and went to bed. Mom and I pretended to watch television for another half hour and turned it off at 11:00.
I took Moms hand and lead her to her bedroom. We stood at the foot of the bed and I removed Moms robe and gown. My eyes took in her beautiful body with her nice firm tits that tilted down slightly and staring at my chest. As I placed my hands on those gorgeous tits I thought, I have to be the luckiest guy in the world. She stood there letting me massage her breast and manipulate her nipples as we looked at each other. A tear ran down her cheek as she reached out and took me in her arms and whisper, “Why is it so wrong for a mother to want to have her son inside her. You have made me want your cock in me every waking moment? God help me but I love you so.”
I moved her backward so that she was forced to sit on the bed where I spread her legs and got onto my knees. I pulled her puffy cunt lips apart and lowered my head to her vagina. I slid my tongue up and down that opening and smelled her fragrance that tasted like mint. I could feel her abdomen rise and fall against my forehead as my tongue penetrated her wet hole. In and then up went my tongue, tickling and circling her clit. I could feel her pussy lips try to tighten around my tongue as it entered inside her. When my tongue in- circled her clit her Ass would come up slightly and her body would quiver as she climaxed.
I inserted two fingers into her vagina and began to finger fuck her as my thumb rubbed her clit. She began to moan, “Oh god Eric, what you do to MEEEEEEEEEE, and she came again. I found her hard “G” spot and began to rub across it as my fingers went in and out of her hot wet hole. ”Oh my god Eric, that is soooooo, oh shit baby yesssss I’m going to, Oh shit yesss my god iiiEEEEEEEEEE, ahhhhhh” she screamed, and a flood of water- cum came pouring out of her cunt like she was a squirt gun. Her Ass reared up at the same time as her hands grabbed my head and forced my face tight into her pussy. Her juices flooded my face and mouth running down my chest and soaking the end of the bed. She collapsed and it took her almost ten minutes to come down. I lifted her and placed her up on the bed so that her head rested on the pillow. I placed myself between her legs and inserted my cock into her pussy. I began to suck and knead her nipples. I did not try to fuck her; I just laid there on top of her with my fully erect cock deep inside her belly and waited for her. I kept sucking and kneading her wonderful breasts until her legs began to stir restlessly. I then began to move very slowly in and out of her for a very long time.
I could feel her have several small climaxes as I fucked her. I increased my speed and she threw her legs up and around my waist placing her heels on the small of my back. Faster and faster I went. She wrapped her arms around my neck and held me tight as she began to work her Ass in unison to my strokes. I was soon fucking her as fast and as hard as my Ass could pump my cock in and out of her. I could only hear her muffled grunts each time she came. When I felt that urge begin to fill my balls I pulled her legs high over her head and plunged my cock like a jack hammer in and out of her hungry hole. As I began to erupt I grabbed her Ass cheeks and pulled her pussy tight into me and came deep into her love cavity.
We collapsed into each others arms and laid there kissing one another with our tongues deep inside each others mouth until we fell asleep. I didn’t know what time it was but I woke up with mother on her knees straddling me and my cock deep inside her Ass. I just laid there and enjoyed it. I looked at the cock and it was 3:30am. She fucked me like that for over an hour before I finally came. When I did I herd my Mother groan. She slid up my chest and kissed me and she said, “That felt so good honey, I have never been able to cum when your father has had sex in my Ass. But for some reason I cum almost as much when you’re in my rectum as when you’re in my vagina. I told her that it was more natural to say Butt hole or Ass than rectum and to call her vagina a pussy, cunt or twat. I set the clock for 6:30 so that I could get back to bed before Ester woke up.
Dad got home about 8:10 and Mom fixed a nice breakfast. When Mom sat down next to me I reached over between her legs and rubbed her pussy. She grabbed my hand and pushed it away and gave me a scowling look. After breakfast Mom and Esther left to go see about a dog. Dad and I went and picked out a 7’ tree and later Ester, Mom and I decorated it. Dad supervised us. Ester was real excited when she got home. She had decided on a German Shepard and she could pick him up the day before Christmas. She said he was eighteen months old. That night as I was going to bed I heard Dad fucking Mom and I got a little jealous so I went into Ester’s room and gave her a real long fucking. She wanted me to sleep with her so she could tell me all about her dog she was going to call King. I told her I was tired and went to bed. She came to my room about 6am and gave me a blow job before I fucked her again.
Sunday the whole family went shopping for Xmas gifts. My Aunt Jenny had given me $200 for helping her all summer. I bought Mom and Ester each a nice scarf and Dad a hunting knife like the one I lost of his on our last hunting trip. I bought Aunt Jenny two cheap dog collars because the one’s her dogs were worn out. Just before Xmas I got my Aunt and Ester each a 7” dildo at the local porn shops. I told them later that I did it so they could think of me when I wasn’t available. Dad told us at dinner that he had until January 2nd off. I thought OH shit I won’t be able to make love to Mom for 8 days.
That night after hearing my dad fucking Mom again I was pretty dejected. Ester wanted to know what was wrong when she came to my room. I said nothing. She tried to cheer
me up by giving me a nice blow job and later she sat on me and fucked me until I came. After she went back to bed I laid there remembering Moms soft velvet pussy hole and how she would clamp down on my cock milking my sperm from me. Suddenly to my surprise I started thinking about Sally and her beautiful breasts and perfect camel toe. I fell asleep dreaming of her sitting on my face.
Monday at school just after second period, I met Miss. Widner my History teacher from last semester in the hallway. When she looked at me her face began to flush all the way down her neck into her cleavage showing above her dress top. I remembered the command I had given her about her becoming hot between her legs and her pussy getting wet from excitement each time we faced each other. I hadn’t fucked her all summer and only twice since coming back to school.
She stammered, “Err, Eric remember the social is this Friday and were counting on you to perform your hypnosis act. Can you come to my room after sixth period drama class is meeting and I want you to pick some people for the stage?” I thought, Oh shit I had forgotten about that, what with all that had happened recently. I told her I would come to her class as I noticed that while standing there she kept rubbing her knees back and forth and it made me smile knowing my command was working in her subconscious. She hurriedly went into the ladies room to masturbate as I had instructed her.
I had lunch with Sally and she asked me if I would walk home with her after school? I told her about having to go to Miss. Widner’s drama class and couldn’t. She told me that she was in the drama class and would see me there. She gave me a big smile just as her boy friend Jerry walked up and told me to get lost. Sally jumped up and told him she could talk to anyone she wanted to and if he didn’t like it he could get lost. He stomped off and said, “Fuck you Sally, were through. After he left she said, “He made it easy, I’ve been trying to think of a way to break up with him. And she reached over and squeezed my hand.
That afternoon when I arrived at Miss Widner’s class I pulled the curtains closed and dimmed the lights. There were 23 students in the class, fourteen girls including Sally and Fran who I had used at the last social and nine boys. I told them what I was about to do and that no one could make them do anything they didn’t want to I lied. I said if there was anyone who didn’t want to be hypnotized could leave. Three of the boys and two girls left leaving six boys and twelve girls. I told them to relax and listen only to my voice and to go to sleep a deep, deep sleep. They were soon all under including Miss Widner. I told Miss Widner she would hear nothing of whatever I told the class but would only remember that everything went well.
One of the girls was rather fat and pimply faced with hardly any tits and two were so skinny with no tits or Ass’s. I would use them on the stage but the other nine were very fuck-able. I gave each of the nine the same command so that whenever I said teddy bear they would go into a deep sleep and obey my commands. Two of the girls were still virgins by the name of Patty and Faun. Faun was an American Indian who I found intriguing. She had a very round but rather flat face with big almond shaped eyes. Her nose was somewhat flat and she had a very tiny mouth. In her way she was rather attractive but she always wore dress’s that buttoned to just under her chin so it was hard to tell what her figure was like. Patty was very plain looking with dishwater hair but with a large set of knockers. Fran who was the other gal that had been on the stage with Sally had only fucked her present boy friend. The other six were Billie, Barbara, Ginger, Peggy Ann, Tracie and Sally.
I had brought a recorder with me and I told each of the nine that I was their gynecologist and they were in his office needing an examination as well as to answer question about their sexual activity. The Boy’s names were John, Dave, Frank, Robert, Peter and Bob. I gave each of them the command big bear putting them in a deep sleep. I also put the two skinny gals and the fat girl girls back into a deep sleep
I led Faun to the back of the room told her to remove her cloths for her examination which she did. Her tits were different, they were cone shaped and her nipples and areola were as one. I kneaded her breasts pretending I was looking for lumps. I had her spread her legs and I attempted to shove a finger up her vagina. Damn but she was tight, I could just barely get one finger all the way in. Her pussy was beginning to get a little wet from my playing with her tits. I pushed my finger hard up her twat and I felt her hymen. I finger fucked her for a couple of minutes until I made her climax then I had her dress and took her back to her seat.
I did the same to all the other girls but Sally who I had already seen. The girls told me how many boys they had fucked. Sally (2) including me; Billie (2); Barbara (2); Ginger (2); Peggy Ann (3) and Tracie who had fucked six included a girl when she was at summer camp at the age of 13 as well as her brother a senior and on the football team. It also turned out that Tracie in her confession told me she was fucking Frank. I decided to have some fun and walked over to the door and locked it.
I told everyone accept Tracie and Frank to go into a deep sleep. They would hear and see nothing. I told Frank to take Tracie and fuck her on the desk that they were all alone. What a show. Tracie lifted her dress and pulled her panties down. John lifted her sweater and shoved her bra above her tits. She had nice firm breasts about the size of grapefruits with tiny nipples small areolas and a shaved pussy. When John dropped his jeans and underwear I could see his cock was about the same as mine but skinnier. He shoved his cock into her pussy and started fucking her as fast as he could. It took him about a minute and a half to cum. You could tell she had not gotten much out of it. I whispered to John to go back and sit down and he would remember nothing except my commands.
I told Tracie that Frank was going to fuck her again and to turn around. I bent her over
the table an inserted my cock into her wet pussy. I fucked her hard for about ten minutes making her climax twice and as she came the second time I grabbed her hips and pulled her tight against me burying my cock deep and shot a load of cum into her tight hole. When I was finished draining my balls I had her suck my cock and lick the remaining cum off. I commanded Frank to come back and eat her pussy until there was no cum left in her cunt because I didn’t want any signs when I woke the group up. I had her dress and sit next to John. Before I brought the class out of there hypnotic state I told Miss. Widner that deep down in her subconscious she wanted to make love to me. That she knew she could get into trouble but her desire was stronger and she was to ask me to help her take her things out to the car. When I touched her she would not be able to resist and would respond to my touch.
I then told everyone including Miss Widner that they would remember nothing but would always respond to my command. I snapped my fingers and everyone came awake and began talking like nothing had transpired. As they were walking out the door I saw Tracie reach between her legs and then gave John a strange look. I smiled. I started to leave after everyone else had left when Miss Widner ask me if I could help her carry some of her things to her car in about 15 minutes. I said I would be happy to.
I went to the rest room and washed my cock off with soap and water and then helped Miss Widner carry her things to the car. She always parked a block away from the school. I put all the stuff in the trunk and asked her if she would drop me off at my house. We got in the car and as she was looking in her purse for her keys I reached over and slid my hand between her legs. Before she could close her legs I forced my hand up to her crotch and began rubbing her pussy. She Stammered, “Eric, whaaa what are you doing” I pulled her side ways and down on the front seat. I kneeled on the floor boards and slid her panties to the side inserting two gingers into her vagina and began finger fucking her.
“Please Eric stop it. You shouldn’t be doing this I’m your teacher.” Miss Widner, you are the sexiest women I know. I know you have wanted to fuck me but didn’t know how to tell me. I kissed her before she could say another word. By now my fingers had gotten her pussy sopping wet. She struggled for only an instant before she responded to my kiss. She threw her arms around my neck and french kissed me back.
I then spun her around so her ass was on the edge of the seat. I raised her legs high so they were on my shoulders and pulled her panties off. I dropped my jeans and underwear to my knees and inserted my cock into her wet hot fuck hole remembering how tight she was the first time I had fucked her under hypnosis. I pulled her dress off her shoulders and shoved her bra up to her neck. As I pounded that pussy with my cock I bent down and took her nipple into my mouth and began to suck like a mad man. I rammed her
Cunt hole for about twelve minutes when I felt my balls were ready to explode. I forced her legs even higher until her ankles were forced against the back cushion as I bored down deep into her cunt and let go my sperm deep inside her. She shouted, “Oh dam Eric I’m IEEEEEEEEEEEEOHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.
It took her almost five minutes to come down off that last climax. I took her into the back seat and we kissed and I fondled her tits until I got hard again. I fucked her for a long time before coming again. She told me that she shouldn’t have allowed that to happen but since it had she did not regret it. She was not sure how she was going to handle our situation. I told her not to worry that I would never tell anyone and I would be discreet about fucking her. She drove me home and parked a few doors up the street. We kissed and I told her she had better put her tits back in place. She looked down at her tits that were sticking out of her dress and we both laughed.
Just before she left she asked me, “Eric did you hypnotize me so you could have intercourse with me?” I looked at her and said wide eyed, how could you think I could do such a thing? and grinned. “I thought you said you couldn’t make us do anything we didn’t want to do,” she said. Well technically I can’t, I told her. “So what you are telling me is that I subconsciously wanted you to make love to me. I guess I told her. How many times have we already done it and have you ever done this to any of the girls you have hypnotized?” No you’re the first, I lied. We had sex five or six times last semester and twice this semester. She just shook her head.
“I hope you will never use that power to seduce unsuspecting girls. I’m beginning to wonder if I should let you perform Friday? You needn’t worry it’s just that you are so fucking sexy that you give me a hard on every time I’m around you. Speaking of hard ons and I looked down at my dick was slowly coming to attention. “No way Eric, I’m worn out. Now out of the car and go home. I will see you tomorrow.”
I thought, Oh well, Ester is going to want me to fuck her so I better save this for her.
There was a note on the kitchen table telling me my dinner was in the oven. It was still warm so I ate it and on my way to my room I could hear Mom & Dad were at it again and I felt a twinge of envy. I showered and when I got to my room Ester was there waiting.
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Me – 07

The Boy
For the first time in my life, I was at loose ends with myself. It was a strange sort of feeling. It was not only there didn’t seem to be nothing to do: I didn’t want to do anything. Now that there wasn’t no purpose in going back to Charlotte Ainsley’s house, there wasn’t any reason to anything.
Even worse, for the first time I could remember, Billy didn’t seem to be with me anymore. It was only after he was gone – of course, he had been gone for a long time now, because he died of a fever when me and him were nine years old – that I realized just how much I had counted on him being there, somewhere just behind my left shoulder. In my mind, you see, I was always checking with billy. What would Billy do? Or what would Billy think? Or what would Billy feel? About this, that, or the other thing. Most important of all, as I passed through a day of life, what would Billy see in that day, take note of, appreciate, and enjoy? I had got so used to living life twice over, once for billy and once for me.
For a week or more I moped around the house, getting up early in the morning only to look at all that empty time up ahead before I could rightfully sleep again. I didn’t go swimming, I didn’t go sailing, I didn’t go downtown to shoot a game of pool.
I didn’t want to work. Mr. Adams found out I was idle, so he called two or three times, trying to persuade me to take up the grocery route. But even when he offered me one raise after the other, I couldn’t take interest anymore in that line of work.
Which was just about the strangest part of it all. Because I did like my old ladies. I enjoy doing for them. Not on account of the tips and the nice presents, either, but because it’s just a good feeling to be appreciated in this world. And they did appreciate me.
It wasn’t that I didn’t have my chances. Hardly a day went by that I didn’t get a phone call asking me to mow a yard or weed a garden. I told all these good friends of mine that, feeling under the weather as I did, I couldn’t see my way clear to take on a job of work just at this time. I tried to be nice about it. But I wouldn’t see my way to take on a job of work just at this time. I tried to be nice about it. But I wouldn’t see them.
It seemed like that Charlotte Ainsley, in doing her great piece, had used up the best part of me. She had burned me right down to the ashes, and all I had to show for it was the gold chain. I had that, at least; and I never took it off, except to take a shower, and I had got into the habit of fingering and feeling its heavy links as they hung down on my chest.
Not that I felt bad about what Miss Charlotte had done. I felt fine about it. Every time the thought crossed my mind of that statue being gazed on by thousands of people, it just made me feel great all over. The best part was, I knew that it would live forever, regardless of what happened to me. I would get old – why, I’d be thirty before you knew it – but the statue couldn’t get old. It would always and forever be sixteen, standing at full tilt and more alive than me.
I was empty. The magic that had been a part of me – it had been magic, too, for it seemed like any old lady in the need couldn’t take but one look at me without falling under its spell – had been transferred to the statue. So in one way Miss Charlotte’s statue had given me immortality, in another it had taken it away, leaving me a mortal man. No more to me than any other man.
The magic might now dwell in the statue; but it could still have its effect on my life. Because it was Charlotte Ainsley’s statue that brought Miss Ruby to me.
Two o’clock of a Thursday afternoon, hot and still. Out in the Gulf a thunderhead was building itself from the heat, towering there white and tall like a dream castle made out of hot air. No wind, so the sailboat or two I could see looked like they had been painted on the water. Just then, while I had been thinking for ten minutes I ought to go into the house and get a drink of water, a limousine pulled up to the gate. It was the longest and the prettiest automobile I had ever seen, sporting a special pain job of deep purple. Though I hadn’t ever seen one before, I knew from the hood ornament that it was a Rolls-Royce.
A tall fellow, old and settled-looking in his ways, though wearing a purple uniform to match the car, got down and came through the front gate that hadn’t been fixed for a good many years now, and so sagged on one hinge. He picked his way through the chicken droppings in the bare sand of the yard and stopped at the porch steps. Nobody around but me; my younger brothers and sisters down off in the willow thicket playing, Daddy downtown to enjoy the cool of the poolroom, Mama taking a nap in the back bedroom, which was the coolest place in the house.
He didn’t have any doubt that I was the man he had come to see, because, politely taking off his cap, he said, “Miss Ruby wants to see you.”
Like always these days, I was disinclined to go anywhere, do anything. “Who’s Miss Ruby, and where is she?” I asked.
“Miss Ruby is Miss Ruby,” he said. Then, nodding his head, “She’s in the car, waiting to talk to you.”
Having no desire to seem impolite, I figured I could bestir my laziness enough to walk that far. So I went out to the purple limousine, the chauffeur fellow following. When we got there, I still couldn’t see anything, because the back seat was shaded with window blinds. The chauffeur fellow moved around in front of me and opened the door.
“Get in here, boy, and let me have a look at you,” a deep, rough voice said.
I got in. The chauffeur fellow had left the motor running, so the air-conditioning had it nice and cool.
Miss Ruby was a woman big enough to match the size and deepness of her voice. Not that she was fat, though there was aplenty of that; just big, that’s all, her shoulders broad, her thighs like the twin boles of oak trees, and she had the chest of a pouter pigeon. Big hands, salted with flashing rings, and a broad face, pale in color, as though she didn’t ever let the sun get to her, and a tiny rosebud mouth that was as sweet and kind as her black eyes were sharp.
The automobile started moving. I said, “Wait a minute. I can’t be going nowhere.”
She didn’t pay me any mind; she was busy opening up a bar built into the back seat there, and putting ice into a silver cup.
“Want a shot of sour mash, son?” she asked, glancing at me.
“No, ma’am, I don’t drink,” I said politely.
She tossed back the shot and smacked her lips. “Better learn to drink, boy. At my age, sour mash is damn nigh as good as sex, and twice as handy.” She chuckled at her own saying, so I laughed too.
“How old are you, my boy?” she asked in a friendly tone.
“Eighteen,” I said, like I always did.
She kept on looking. “You’re a liar. Not a day over sixteen, and you know it.”
Well, now, how did she know that?
“Maybe you’re wondering why I’m here,” Miss Ruby said.
“Yes’m,” I said politely. “I reckon I am.”
She fixed herself another shot of sour mash and tossed it back neat, just one ice cube in the silver cup. Then she closed up the bar and sat back to study me.
“It just happened that I drove over today to visit an old friend, son,” she said. “Knew Charlotte Ainsley years ago in London, when she was first making her reputation.” Her whole body shook with laughter. “That was before she was less, I want you to understand. In fact, I didn’t know she had gone that route until I took note of that pretty girl she’s got living with her.”
She stopped, smacked her lips in remembrance of the taste of Jack Daniel’s, and went on.
“Saw that newest thing she’s done. Liked it. Tried to buy it. She wouldn’t hear of selling it, even to an old friend with the right size of money. Swore she couldn’t let it go except into a great museum, which she was sure it would do after her New York show this winter.” Miss Ruby’s chest shook with laughter. “Invited me to make the donation to a museum of her choice, but I don’t have a charitable bone in my body.” She stopped laughing as suddenly as she had started. “She’s right, of course. It’s a museum piece of the first water, if you don’t mind my saying so.” She chuckled all over herself again.
The limousine was creeping along slowly. We might as well have been in a private living room; the panel was closed between us and the driver, the window shades were drawn, the interior lit by soft hidden lights. There was music playing somewhere, soft and easy, just on the edge of hearing. Some automobile, all right; you couldn’t hardly tell that it was moving.
“Since I couldn’t own the work of art, I thought I’d have a look at the original. For some reason or other, Charlotte tried to keep you a secret. But I got it out of her finally, and since I’m a lady who makes up her mind in a hurry, I drove right over here.”
I didn’t say anything. There wasn’t much to be said about all that she had told me.
Miss Ruby was still looking at me. “Did you like what she had done, once it was finished?”
“Yes’m,” I said. “I liked it a whole lot.”
Well, boy, I’m here to view the original,” she said. “So flop it out here and let me see it.”
I didn’t move. She waited for an instant; then she reached over, squirming around in her seat, to unzip my pants. Her large hand plunged in and dragged Him out. You would have thought such attentions would stir His interest, but they didn’t. She began to manipulate Him.
“Are you always this slow, boy?” she said.
I put one hand to the gold chain to feel its heavy links. “No’m, I reckon not,” I said. “I just ain’t been feeling any too well lately.”
Her sharp eyes studied my face all over again. “Well, we’ll just see about that,” she said strongly.
I must tell you, she had a kindly hand, and you know how He’s got a mind of His own. Before I hardly realized it, willy-nilly there He was, all of Himself.
Miss Ruby gazed upon Him. “I’ll be damned,” she said. “I’d have bet a hundred dollars she improved Him some, though Charlotte swore not. She was, by God, telling the straight truth, wasn’t she?”
Letting Him stand by his lonesome, she started rummaging around on the rear-window ledge and finally produced the last free-standing model Miss Charlotte had made. She held the clay model on my leg beside Him, nodding in approval.
“Absolutely,” she said. “That’s a fine cock you’ve got there, boy.” She looked into my face, laughing at my expression. “I bought all her working models, son, talked her into letting me have those, at least. Two hundred dollars each. But I’ve got an idea exactly what to do with them.”
It hurt me to know that Miss Charlotte had sold even the working models. I comforted myself by thinking that they had, at least, fallen into hands that would appreciate their quality.
Miss Ruby put away the model. “How’d you like to work for me, son?”
I shook my head. “Like I told you. I ain’t been feeling so good lately.”
“Anything physically wrong?”
I started fingering the chain again. “No’m. Not that I know of.”
“Are you working now?”
“Ain’t doing nothing but sitting.”
“Know anything about boats?”
I showed a spark of interest for the first time. “I’ve sailed a good bit, like any other boy raised in Pass Robin.”
She nodded. “That’s just fine. Son, let me tell you something. That artist woman has wrong you dry, that’s all there is to it. But it’s time you got up off your ass and started living again. You won’t feel any better until you do.”
I didn’t say anything. But I was listening to her deep, rough, kindly voice.
“You’ve got something, boy, and it’d be a damned shame to let it go to waste. Now, working on a boat ought to be just the ticket. Especially the Liberated Lady.” She put her hand on my bare arm, stroking it down. Her big hand was surprisingly soft, surprisingly gentle. “You’d be gorgeous with a real tan, the good deep kind you can get only from living on a boat. My crew work naked most of the time, once we’re well out from port where no one can bother us.”
“You mean you’ve got a whole crew?” I said.
She chuckled. “She’s a big boat, seventy-five feet. Plenty of room for anything you might want to do.” She paused. “It’s a good life, son. The kind of life you need right now.”
I thought about it. It sounded good.
“Where is this boat?”
“I sail out of New Orleans.”
It sounded even better. I knew suddenly that I needed to get out of Pass Robin. Hadn’t thought about it until this minute. But I knew.
“All right,” I said, so quick it surprised me. “You’ve hired yourself a hand, Miss Ruby.”
“Now, just one minute,” she said, laughing and holding up one hand. “Got to try out first. Never hire a new hand without testing him.”
“All I know is sailboats,” I said. “But I . . .”
She wasn’t listening. Instead, she had picked up the voice tube and was saying to the chauffeur fellow up front, “Paul, that Holiday Inn we passed on the way in . . . stop there, please.” She cut an eye at me and added, “We might even stay the night, so book a nice suite.”
She hung up the voice tube, put her hand on Him again. I understood, by now, that it wasn’t anything like an examination for a mate’s license that I had to pass.
It was a luxurious suite, king-size bed and everything. Paul brought in a couple of suitcases – I learned later she never traveled without being ready to stop anywhere, for as long as she liked – and then proceeded to replace the motel sheets with purple-silk sheets. Gathering up the towels, he put thick purple towels in their place. Then he went away.
While Paul had been doing his work, Miss Ruby and I had sat in two chairs watching him. I felt sort of strange in all this elegance, wearing a sleeveless shirt – I had just torn the sleeves out, leaving it ragged – and a pair of khaki pants. I didn’t even have any shoes.
Miss Ruby heaved herself to her feet – standing, she was taller than me, and broader too, just the biggest woman I’d ever seen – and went to the bar Paul had fetched from the limousine.
Pouring herself a drink and knocking it back, she said without looking at me. “Strip off.”
I did. But I moved mighty slow about it, and didn’t have much to show when I stood naked. Miss Ruby turned around, after her second shot of sour mash, and gazed at me with a curious expression, like she didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry.
She didn’t say anything, just got busy taking off her own clothes. Which was quite a job. She was wearing this long purple gown, all the way to her ankles, and under it there was this girdle. Finally, tugging and heaving under the gown, she shucked herself out of the girdle, flinging it aside with a great sigh of relief.
“I hate that thing,” she said. “Don’t know why I wear it. But a woman’s got to have some pride, I reckon. Come here and unbutton me.”
The gown was fastened with a long row of buttons down the back. I was pretty much fumble-fingers, because I wasn’t all that anxious to gaze upon her huge nakedness. Getting impatient before I had worked halfway down her back, she stripped off the gown over her head, regardless of her careful hairdo.
“Come on,” she said. “Get on the bed.”
“Miss Ruby,” I said.
She turned sharply. “What’s the matter?”
“I don’t think I can do it.”
She looked at Him. “Boy, you’re mighty young to have that kind of trouble.”
I had my hand to the gold chain, the heaviness of the links so comforting. “It’s not that,” I told her. “It’s just that . . . I ain’t used to having to prove nothing.”
Her eyes rose to my face. “Listen, son, I’ve got to try you out before I hire you. But don’t think for a minute that a big fat ugly woman like me doesn’t need to get her ashes hauled, just the same as your pretty young things. Just looking at that thing, limp as it is, makes me feel like warm Jell-O inside.”
I couldn’t answer to that.
Her gruff voice got deeper and softer. “It’s all to do with Charlotte Ainsley, isn’t it?”
“Yes’m,” I said uneasily. “I reckon so.”
Her face turned soft, her rosebud mouth just as pretty as the mouth on a girl. “Come lie with me,” she said. “You don’t have to do a thing. I just want to hold you, that’s all.”
We laid down together on the king-size bed. Miss Ruby laid her arms around my waist, holding me close, stroking with her strong and gentle hands. It was not that she was trying to rouse me to my duty; just tender loving and a heartfelt care for the down feeling that dwelled so deeply in my soul.
I laid my head on her broad shoulder. I put one hand on her breasts, breathing deeply to take in the musky perfume she was wearing. That was a thing that Billy would have done: and suddenly Billy was with me again, breathing that scent just like I was. And so we laid together, the three of us, her and me and Billy, for the longest time, the air-conditioning whispering in the silent room. I took pleasure in the silk sheets, for I had never laid down my body on such fine sheets before.
At long last she spoke quietly. “You let that lesbian artist cut you down pretty good, didn’t you?”
“It wasn’t that,” I said. “I liked Charlotte fine. It’s just that . . .”
“Just that what?”
Held so lovingly, feeling the warm closeness of Miss Ruby’s great body, I could say it. To myself, as well as to her.
“It’s just that . . . I keep knowing myself a mortal man.”
Her massive arms held me more tightly. “Of course you’re mortal. But you’re a man, son. A real man. That’s what counts.”
I hesitated over the words. “But the piece of work that Charlotte made out of Him . . .”
“You wanted her to make it, didn’t you?”
“I sure did. But . . .”
“Listen,” Miss Ruby said. “You believe that piece of clay took it all, don’t you? You must remember that you’re a man, while it’s only a piece of clay. A great work of art, no doubt about that . . no real woman will ever be able to look upon it without feeling a tenderness and wanting down in her gut. That’s a mighty thing, all right. But . . .”
She raised up on her elbow to gaze into my face. “But that piece of clay can’t fuck a woman, son. Can’t go up in there to stir her up, make her know herself for all the woman she’s capable of being. You can. So you’re a mighty work of art yourself – just because you are so fragile, like a butterfly in your youth, you are human and you are mortal and you will not last forever.”
I didn’t say anything. She leaned to kiss me, and still she wasn’t trying to rouse me. A kindly kiss.
“Do you understand?”
“I’m trying to.”
I didn’t understand. But I had a feeling that Billy did, and Billy was with me again, and so that feeling was enough.
Miss Ruby lifted the weight of the gold chain in her hand. “Charlotte Ainsley gave you this, didn’t she?”
I wondered how she knew. “Yes,” I said. “When we had finished the work we had to do together.”
“Take it off,” Miss Ruby said.
“I don’t have to,” I said.
I rolled myself up and onto her, feeling her great legs part to let me sink into my place on her body. I took Him in hand, limp though He was, and put Him into her pussy. Then I just laid there and let Him grow to his natural size and heft, pushing at her warm flesh inch by inch, making His way into her. When I cocked my hips for the first stroke, she let out a long sigh, so that now it was me stroking her, comforting her, whilst she laid open under me, all that great size and all that great loving.
There came, then, the moment when it changed, when fucking Miss Ruby got to be like riding a hurricane wave on a skateboard. She just suddenly warped into it, such a big woman, and so passionate, all I could do was hang on, and the funny thing was, this big woman was small and tight inside, so I just filled her to the hilt.
Socketed home now, she started coming to me, and one thing led to another, the big waves shuddering up from deeper and deeper inside her, each wilder than the one before, until I just went crazy my own self, so that we rode together into the eye of the storm, where it was so quiet and peaceful you couldn’t believe it.
Still wrapped in each other, we slept for a time, then did it all over again, just like it hadn’t happened yet. After which, she picked up the telephone to order room service, steak and mashed potatoes and a great big salad for each of us. We ate, and did it again, then we slept some more and woke up in the dawn’s early light to put on the finishing round.
It’s hard to believe, but instead of getting satisfied, she grew more passionate with each trial. I had thought the first time was wild enough; but that last early-morning round, when she got up on her hands and knees, with Him into her from behind, I was afraid she was going to tear the bed down.
Over room-service breakfast, a double order of pancakes for both, she said sweetly, “Son, you’re a fucking genius. And got the equipment to match.”
“It’s just that I’ve been without,” I said modestly. Which was true. I hadn’t touched me a woman for more than a week.
She snorted in disbelief. “In fact, I intend to pay you twice what I’m paying the other boys.” She shook a warning finger. “But don’t let them know.”
“Regular wages is fine with me,” I said.
“You’re worth it.” She looked steadily into my eyes. “That is, if you’re prepared to go to work for me.”
That was how, for the first time in my life, I left Pass Robin and set out into the world to make my way.
It didn’t take but the first boat ride to find out what the Liberated Lady was all about. It wasn’t sailing, let me tell you that.
She was a beautiful thing, all teakwood and shining brass, with great big Chrysler engines. There was a lounge topside, glassed in all around, with tables and chairs and a bar and all, and down below, a galley all shining and clean, and four staterooms. Miss Ruby’s stateroom was a gorgeous place for a great woman, all purple, with a queen-size bed that took up nearly all the space.
The captain of the Liberated Lady was a weathered old woman, half the size of Miss Ruby but twice as loud, who was ugly as a mud fence in her seagoing breeches, made out of canvas, and her battered captain’s hat. But she, by God, knew how to run a boat.
The crew was me and three other boys, each in his own way a fine-looking fellow and proud of himself. They all three had those deep tans Miss Ruby kept talking about. I don’t aim to go into any detailed descriptions of the crewmen, because they kept changing all the time I was with Miss Ruby. In fact, one quit the day after I came aboard because Miss Ruby called me to her stateroom instead of him. He took it sort of personal, because Friday night had always been his, and he had come to count on it.
But, shoot, there wasn’t enough seamanship to working on the Liberated Lady to put in your hat, except for keeping the brasswork shining and the teak decks polished, which we did whilst docked in the marina. And here’s why, as I come to find out. On the Saturday, along about three o’clock in the afternoon, I noticed that Captain Phoebe was getting ready to put to sea. Then, in about half an hour, here come a bevy of ladies, arriving all excited and flustery in taxis or private cars, flocking aboard until there was a dozen of them, all told. Me and the other crew members – only three of us, now that one had left this morning – were leaning over the rail, watching the activity.
We were all dressed alike, in a sort of uniform, if what we wore could be called a uniform. It wasn’t nothing in the world but a sort of black bikini that didn’t cover up hardly nothing. I felt awkward and embarrassed being so undressed out there in public like that. The other fellows seemed well used to it, so I reckoned I could stand it too, given time.
Here they come, the horny old biddies,” said the crewman that had a sort of mean streak to him. (He didn’t last long after I got there; Miss Ruby threw him off the boat for beating up on a lady one time.)
“Now, there’s one I wouldn’t mind taking advantage of,” the redheaded fellow said.
He raised an arm and waved. So many of the women waved back, I couldn’t tell which one he was talking about.
I had my own thoughts, by now, what the Liberated Lady was all about. But those ladies coming aboard sure didn’t look like they could be all that hard up. Most were pretty young, and even the older ones were just as nice as they could be. Only two or three out of the whole bunch that a fellow couldn’t be anxious to get into bed with, and be proud of the chance.
For they were classy ladies every one, wearing beautiful clothes just exactly right for a seagoing adventure. You could tell money lay heavy in their backgrounds, because they had the look of ladies who went to the best hairdressers, whose bodies knew only expensive clothes, and all. There’s a way a woman walks who’s been raised rich like that; you can just tell at a glance that they are somebody.
We cast off and headed out toward Chandler Island. Once well away from the land, one of the fellows said, “Well, guys, let’s give the girls a thrill,” and shucked out of his bikini.
The other crewmen followed suit. And, hell, I’ve got to tell the truth, I didn’t see nothing remarkable between their legs.
The fellow with the mean streak turned to me. “Bashful, boy?” he said, leering. “Or are you afraid to show what you got?”
Now, I wasn’t all that used to undressing in front of other men. But, seeing no reason to be ashamed of myself, I stripped off the bikini and flung it to one side.
They stood silent. Finally, the redheaded fellow whistled. “Boy! Where did Miss Ruby find that?”
But, hellfire, do you think those ladies were out there cheering and carrying on over our nakedness? Don’t bet your life on it. As I quickly found out, they had already chose up partners and had three tables of bridge going in the lounge. From the expressions on their faces, so tight and grim, and the lack of social conversation – as I saw when I strolled past the windows to find out exactly what was going on – they weren’t playing for peanuts, neither.
So it’s gambling, I told myself. That’s what the Liberated Lady is all about. Which relieved my mind, because even if we split them up between us, it wouldn’t be the right thing to do to take care of the needs of four ladies one right after the other. At least, not in my book, because I ain’t no stud, and never claimed to be one.
This was the way it worked. Captain Phoebe just took the Liberated Lady out to anchor for the night. Early in the morning we’d come back in again; and that’s all the seamanship we ever had to deal with. The least patch of rough weather, we’d up anchor and come on in, because you take a lady that’s sick to her stomach, she ain’t going to take much interest in gambling.
A bridge-playing cruise, like this one, was a sort of kindergarten class. Only taking a house cut from each table, Miss Ruby actually lost money on bridge cruises. But when she spotted a lady with the right spirit, Miss Ruby would invite her confidentially to come along for the real action, which was blackjack or a roulette wheel, whichever Miss Ruby felt like running that particular night. She dealt her own blackjack and ran her own wheel, and I tell you, she was something to see sitting there in her purple gown – she never wore anything but purple – her big clever hands dealing the cards or twirling the wheel, and taking in and pushing out chips like they had a life of their own. The smallest chip stood for a hundred dollars. Those ladies were dyed-in-the-wool gamblers; when real gambling was going on, the crewmen might just as well have been so many alligators wallowing around on deck, unless a lady happened to bust out and decided to console herself with another kind of action. This one nice lady, every time she lost all her money, she’d take us all on, one right after the other. She always seemed to lose so quick, I wondered, sometimes, if maybe it just wasn’t her way of paying her dues to give herself a rightful shot at us boys.
The bridge was for pretty high stakes, too, just to break them in right. And Miss Ruby had her own little ways of making abridge cruise right interesting, because she wanted the ladies all stirred up and feeling risky. Only then could she find out which were the high-rollers, and which weren’t.
The bridge games had gone on all afternoon. As it came sundown, Miss Ruby broke out the liquor so the ladies could partake of a social hour. The crewmen hadn’t ventured inside the lounge, but stayed out on deck, getting our full tans. Miss Ruby fed the ladies – that’s when I found out there was a cook in the galley, and a steward to serve – and afterward another round of drinks, mostly fancy stuff this time, or a snifter of brandy.
Miss Ruby came to find me. “It’s time I showed you to the ladies,” she said. “Come along.”
I didn’t know what was about to happen, but, buck naked as I was, I followed. Miss Ruby shielded me from direct view by standing in front of me whilst she called them to attention by rapping a spoon against a glass.
“Ladies, I want to show you our door prize for tonight,” she said. “So pay attention now.”
They got quiet. I was still hidden behind her bulk – at least, pretty much so.
“Remember the lovely new pieces of art I picked up this week?” she said. She gave her hearty laugh. “I must say, each and every one showed proper appreciation.”
I saw, then, that on each bridge table, as a centerpiece, was one of charlotte’s models of Him. So that was why, as they were settling down to begin, there had been so much laughing and carrying on.
“Now I have a secret to reveal. I’ve found the original of those models,” Miss Ruby said in her deep, laughing voice. “And here he is, our newest crew member . . . if you’ll pardon the expression.”
With that, she stepped to one side, to show me standing there.
Not a sound in the room. The ladies looked at me, while I looked at them. And I want you to know, their eyes were so bright, their silence so appreciative, it stirred Him, so that He started coming to a stand. It seemed like an hour, though it was only a minute or two, at best, while those nice ladies watched Him rise slowly to his proudest.
“Now, that’s what I call a door prize,” Miss Ruby said. “And one of you lucky ladies shall win this lovely specimen for her very own. At midnight, a drawing will be held. The winner can reserve this grand cock for her private pleasure; or, if she so desires, she can auction Him off to the highest bidder.”
I want you to know, that stirred them up. A murmur of sound whispered through the lounge, along with a nervous laugh or two; and one lady, covering her eyes with her hands, blushed a bright red, blurting out, “Oh, I just came along to play bridge!” Which brought a general laugh.
Miss Ruby turned to me. “Pass among them and give each a ticket.” Which I did, Miss Ruby singing out, “No touching now, ladies, please, you’ll have to wait till midnight, just like Cinderella,” which made everybody laugh a lot more than the joke counted for.
As I went among them, handing each a numbered ticket, some looked at Him and some didn’t; one lady, I couldn’t tell which, because she did it from behind, sneaked her warm hand against the bend of my knee, then moved it up under my ass to barely touch my balls. Which caused Him to jerk and tighten. Didn’t see which lady; just knew she wore a lot of rings.
The minute I was through, I left the lounge, motioning secretly for Miss Ruby to follow. Out on deck, I said, “Miss Ruby, I think you’ve got me wrong. I ain’t no stud. I ain’t never done it on account of money, and I never will.”
Miss Ruby took me as serious as I had meant the words. “Son, you’re working for me, not the lady who’s lucky enough to win the draw. Then . . . it’s between you and her. But she’s not paying you. I am.”
“It seems like kind of a narrow line to draw, don’t it?” I said dubiously.
She put her strong hand on my arm. “You’ve always had heart for a needful woman, haven’t you?”
“Yes’m, I reckon so,” I said. “But . . .”
“But nothing. Do you think any of these women would have accepted an invitation to cruise on the Liberated Lady if they hadn’t needed something to brighten up their lives? They all knew in front, more or less, what was going down. So if the lady who draws you doesn’t happen to want you, she has the privilege of auctioning you off to somebody who does. The lady gets the auction money, not you . . . and some of these gambling women, they’d rather have cold cash than a warm cock any day of the week. Especially if they’ve been losing.” She squeezed my arm. She gave me her sweet smile. “Just remember, son. You’re doing it for me.”
I stood thinking about it. Then I looked her straight in the eye. “I aim to keep the right to turn down anybody I feel like turning down.”
It shook Miss Ruby. But then she nodded in agreement. “All right. If that’s the way you want it, I’ll let them know before the drawing takes place. In that case, the lady who wins the draw, or tops the auction, will have her choice of one of the other fellows.”
I felt relieved. “That’s fine with me.”
She patted my arm. “I admire you for your principles. So will the lady; take my word for it.”
I went up to sit in the bow for a while by myself. The more I thought about it, the shrewder I realized Miss Ruby was. If she had shown the door prize during the afternoon, whilst they had their minds on the game, it would have gone down wrong for sure. But after they’d had their drinks, and their dinner, and then some more drinks, everybody relaxed from the high-stakes gambling, just the very idea of such daringness put a thrill into them they couldn’t deny.
Now, I had always had the idea that ladies liked above all to be private in their doings – though I had known some who just had to brag about Him to a good friend. But, being in it all together aboard the Liberated Lady, it just sort of let them cut loose, so they were not only not afraid to let their desires show, they were actually egging each other on, daring any one of them to show herself less free and easy in the situation. After all, nothing that happened on the Liberated Lady counted in their everyday life; it was all great fun and deep games, a spice to the lure of gambling. And so I learned something about womenfolks I hadn’t known before; this waiting for the big event of the door prize made the bidding and the play of the hands heavier and riskier, their laughter was sharper, their faces were flushed, their eyes were brighter. There wasn’t a one of them but didn’t want the greater risk of winning Him.
When eleven o’clock rolled around, Miss Ruby stopped the tournament and invited the ladies on deck for drinks and dancing. Me and the other crewmen, dressed now in white trousers and dark-blue blazers, for it would have been indecent to dance naked with the ladies, danced in turn with each guest. Some couldn’t wait their turn, so chose up dancing partners amongst themselves, to much kidding, of course, by all the others.
There was a bright moon, full, making it just beautiful out there on the still water, with the soft, celestial music wafting us about the deck. I just knew that Billy would have appreciated the scene. Of course, I wasn’t much of a dancer, but, shoot, they just wanted to lay their bodies close and feel Him through the cloth of my pants. A couple of the ladies got bold enough, with the drinks and the music and the moonlight, to whisper that it would be the luckiest night of their lives if they happened to win His favor.
By the time midnight come around, and I made the draw out of a bar bucket, I had begun to feel appreciated all over again, so that I knew that, whoever won, I wouldn’t want to deny them their reward. Which was a good thing, because the lady who won me – the young, pretty thing who had blushed and covered her face at the very idea – didn’t know exactly how to take advantage of her good fortune.
“Oh, Lord!” she said helplessly. “What do I do now?”
Which made the other ladies laugh, let me tell you, and call out, “Auction, auction!” and “Highest bidder!” She blushed all the rosier, though, as I noticed, she couldn’t take her eyes off of me, which made me to think she liked the idea of winning, but couldn’t bring herself close to admitting it in such public fashion as the situation demanded.
“It all depends on whether you like money more, Mary,” Miss Ruby said in her loud, tough voice. “Remember, it’s your choice.”
Standing there in my nice white pants and blue blazer, I was wishing Mary would just take me by the hand and claim Him. It was not only that I figured she could use a sample of what He had in store; I didn’t relish the idea of being sold to the highest bidder. It might just curl Him up, sensitive as He was, if He didn’t fetch a good price. Of course, I reminded Him, we were her property to do with as she would, so it wasn’t my place to say anything. So I smiled at her and waited. But I did touch her secretly on the back, with the fingertips of one hand.
Which flustered her even more, if that was possible. She just couldn’t admit it to herself, so she jerked away from my hand and said, “I suppose I should put Him up for auction, I really should.”
Everybody laughed again, which only firmed up her intention. “Yes,” she said. “I think I’ll do just that.” She got a stubborn look to her face. “I’ll conduct the auction myself.”
“Honey, you just go right ahead,” Miss Ruby said. “It’s your show.”
Having made the decision, she turned bold as brass. Her eyes flashed to me. “You’ll have to allow the ladies to view the merchandise, dear.”
“You heard the boss, son,” Miss Ruby said. “Go down and take off those nice clothes. Then come to the lounge.”
Going below, I did as told. When I returned, Miss Ruby had taken advantage of the delay to move the ladies into the lounge and get a fresh drink into everybody’s hand. She was doing everything she could to make the affair a success. And succeeding.
So I walked naked into a situation that, with the feeling of sex and excitement heavy in the air, brought Him instantly to a fine, hard stand. The ladies applauded, their eyes bright and ready, at the sight of Him, as my owner took me by the hand and led me to the chair I was to stand on. Given the no-holds-barred atmosphere Miss Ruby had created so cleverly, they could all act out their desires like never before in their lives. Women are much more that way than men, I do believe, once given the opportunity to let go all holds and be their true selves. As long as it don’t count.
“Are you sure you want to offer that to the highest bidder?” someone called.
It was greeted with more laughter than you could imagine. My owner blushed again. “Well, I intend to place a reserve of fifty dollars,” she said. They all just hollered, making her explain breathlessly, “Because that’s how much I’ve lost tonight.”
Then, forcing herself to a brave, free gesture, she motioned for me to give her the gold chain around my neck, which she then proceeded to drape on Him. The weight of the gold links bowed his head, but not enough so the chain slipped off.
“Here he is, ladies, the finest stud in the land, all yours for the money. Do I hear fifty dollars?”
I wanted to tell her I wasn’t no stud, but I didn’t. Mostly, I think, because I was suddenly wondering if somebody meant to bid after all. Because didn’t nobody say nothing.
My owner, really getting into the action, stroked my hip with her hand, then reached to cradle my balls. I could feel her fingers trembling. “Fifty dollars for this fine cock, ladies, now don’t be bashful, let’s hear fifty dollars!”
“Hell, I’ll take Him myself at that price,” Miss Ruby said with a deep laugh. “Fifty dollars!”
“Sixty!” somebody sang out, and someone else “Seventy-five!” and it was rolling.
A weird feeling it was, let me tell you, to see how those old ladies took the spirit of the occasion. I don’t reckon a single one but didn’t get in one bid, at least, just to prove to herself she hadn’t laid back shy. The price went up and up, jumping ten and twenty dollars at a crack. But at last it come down to two determined bidders, and they didn’t care any more about letting it be known they were in serious need of winning Him and using Him. No more laughing, no more make-believe.
“Two hundred and fifty.”
“Two hundred and fifty-five.”
“Two hundred and sixty.”
It went over three hundred before one of the bidders held up her hand, stopping the action. “Will a . . . will a check be all right?”
“Table stakes,” my owner ruled sternly. “Cash on the barrelhead.”
The other bidder glanced in triumph at her opponent and said, “Three hundred and fifty,” making a twenty-five-dollar jump. Which was the price I went at.
The lady came forward. She didn’t look at me whilst finding the money in her purse. But I was looking at the winner.
A nice lady. There might be wrinkles in her neck, but she had a figure she had took care of for a long time. Beautiful eyes, too, and a nice, kind mouth. I began to count myself the lucky one.
Paid in full, she gave me a slow, deep look. Then she leaned to place her mouth on my naked him, leaving the mark of her lipstick, then stood away, lifting the chain from Him as she did so.
“My brand,” she cried out, turning triumphantly to the other ladies, throwing her head back, standing proud and unashamed. Which made the losers applaud such a good winner.
As I climbed down, she said quietly, “Go below decks, I’ll be along.” Then, to the group again, “I really hate to break up the bridge table,” saying it very seriously.
“Don’t worry, honey, I’ll play your hand for you,” Miss Ruby said. Her big laugh boomed out. “Either way, below decks or up here.”
I waited, sitting on the bunk in one of the staterooms; but in no time at all she stood in the doorway.
Her voice came low. “I . . . don’t know what got into me.”
Knowing she just had to tell herself that, I didn’t try to answer to it. Instead I said, “Did you bring my gold chain?”
“Yes.” She handed it to me. Her mood had changed entirely. “I’ve . . . never bought a man before.”
I put the chain around my neck and smiled at her. “I’ve never been sold before, either.”
She came closer. “Really?”
“Yes’m,” I said. “It’s my first cruise on the Liberated Lady.”
“Wonderful,” she breathed. “I thought . . .” And then, “Can I do . . . anything I wish?”
“Yes’m,” I said. “I reckon so.”
She wasn’t satisfied with herself yet. “But Miss Ruby . . . she said you had the right to say no.
“Yes,” I said.
I was looking at her. Then she was looking at me. She suddenly caught a ragged breath. “Then . . . then take off my clothes.”
I did. Piece by piece, as slowly as I could, to give her time to get used to the idea of taking Him. It worked, too. When I had her naked, she just laid down on the bunk, lifting her legs and her arms to receive Him. In the first move, I went so deep it must have hurt, because she moaned and grabbed and hung on.
I want to tell you, that lady – I never did know her name, because she didn’t ever take another cruise – just wouldn’t quit. She wanted Him every way there was, on and on and on, and every time He thought He was through, she found out how to raise him from the dead.
Close to the end, she wanted to take Him behind. I didn’t know how she meant at first; when I did understand, I said, “Can a woman do it like that?”
“Yes,” she said. “Yes!” Then, “I never have, I’ve never dared ask for it, but I’ve always wanted . . . and you told me . . .”
“Ain’t I likely to hurt you?” I said dubiously.
“Yes,” she said wildly. “Hurt me, hurt me, hurt me, damn it, hurt me to the quick,” and flopped over on her belly.
It did hurt, easy as I tried to be. She laid there, panting saying, “I can’t stand it, I can’t stand it, how can he stand it, oh, God, I can’t . . .” but when I’d back off, she’d say, “No, don’t quit, damn it, you’ve got to hurt me.”
Finally I just took the bull by the horns and rammed it home. She screamed so loud she must have been heard all over the boat. She laid limp under me, the cold sweat popped out all over her body, and it seemed like she just melted into the mattress, she went so soft and warm. When I started fucking, she began getting the deep comings like I had never known a lady to do before, her whole insides rippling and writhing.
When it was all over, she clung to me for the longest time, quietly weeping, and kissing my chest, and stroking my flanks with her hands, Him slid sideways into her true place, just laying easy in her soft pussy, and I knew for sure that she had got her money’s worth.
At which time she said, “So that’s how he feels,” and I said, “Who?” and she said, “The man I’m married to,” and then, “He’s that way. I didn’t know it until . . .” And she wept again, while I held her. But she never again came aboard the Liberated Lady.
That was my introduction to the Liberated Lady, where I stayed so long it come to be a way of life that satisfied me more truly than any I had yet known. I had found my place; and I knew it every day that I lived with Miss Ruby; maybe because there was something inside of me – or inside of Billy – that realized it couldn’t last forever, that it would all come to an end long before I was ready for an ending.
Which it did.

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my horny mom prt2

Patty refused to fuck her son again that day, as often as he
pestered her for another chance to slide his seemingly always hard
cock into her pussy. Refusing him wasn’t easy. She spent most of
the evening finger fucking, locked in her room and feverishly rubbing
her wet pussy, all to thoughts of the joy she’d experienced with her
son’s huge prick.
The next morning, Walter came to the breakfast table completely
naked, with an enormous throbbing hard-on that was already leaking
tasty looking cum juice. He made a valiant effort to fuck his mother
again, squeezing and fondling her body as she served him breakfast,
making her look at his magnificent cock. Again, Patty turned him
down.
Again, she had to spend the next several hours finger fucking.
She knew it was worth the effort. Her torrid fuck and suck session
the day before had been a one-time degenerate episode that could
never be repeated. What kind of mother spread her legs and opened
her pussy for her very own child?
Early that afternoon, Patty dressed and went shopping. The
first thing she heard when she let herself back into the house was
the frantic moaning and screaming upstairs. Patty just stood there,
unable to believe her ears, instantly feeling her pussy growing wet,
hot and sticky under her panties. Then she rembered what her son had
said the day before. He’d decided to keep his promise. He’d brought
home some young girl to fuck.
“Oh, fuck me, Walter!” The girl was obviously in the throes of
ecstasy. She sounded very young. “Unngh! Oh, fuck me with your big
cock, fuck me hard! Make me cum, Walter!”
Patty put the groceries on the kitchen counter. She was
trembling. She went upstairs, her mind already filing with obscene
images, of her hung son slamming his dripping prick into some lucky
little slut’s gooey cunt.
The voices grew louder. Her son’s bedroom door was open. Patty
told herself not to look, told herself that the sight of her son
fucking another girl would again put her incestuous lust for him over
the edge. Patty couldn’t help herself. She stood in the open door,
staring in.
The girl was young, blonde and slinky. She was on top of
Walter, who lay on his back, smiling up at her, his hands folder
behind his head. The girl had a very quick, nimble ass, and she was
now gyrating it in a frenzy, frantically pistoning her wet little
pussy up and down Walter’s cock.
“Gonna cum,” the girl panted. She clutched Walter’s shoulders,
shuddering as she slammed her hairy little fuck hole onto the base of
his prick. “Fuck me, Walter. Love your prick, Walter! Fuck me,
fuck me….”
“Get out,” Patty hissed.
“Oh, shit!” the girl said.
The girl leapt off the bed, making Walter’s cock slide out of
her pussy with an obscene popping sound. Patty advanced on her
menacingly. Thirty seconds later, the anonymous little slut was
gone, having set a potential world record in wiggling into her
clothes and dashing down the stairs.
She was alone in the house with her son again. Patty stood at
the foot of the bed, breathing hard, staring at her son’s enormous
cock.
“What was the meaning of that?”
“I was horny,” Walter shrugged, with a grin. “I told you I
might bring some chick over, Mom. I mean, if you won’t fuck me
anymore, why shouldn’t I?”
“You’re disgusting,” Patty hissed. “A girl that age, fucking
her like that right in your room. With the door wide open. You
ought to be ashamed of yourself. Can’t you ever think about anything
but your big cock?”
“Nope. Matter of fact, I’m thinking about it right now. Why
don’t you let me fuck your tight pussy again, Momma? Shit, I’d shoot
my cum up your pussy than that chick’s any day.”
“You’re disgusting.”
“Come on, Mom.”
He got off the bed, naked, his enormous fuck organ wagging
obscenely before him as he advanced on his chaste, secretly sex-
starved mother. Patty just stood there. She knew she could have
left, or yelled at him again. But watching Walter’s gigantic cock
boring into the young girl’s pussy had made her so, so horny. Her
cunt was throbbing again, beating as it oozed juice into her panties.
Patty needed a good fucking very, very badly.
“Take your hands off of me,” she said feebly.
But she didn’t mean it, and they both knew it. Walter led her
to the bed. He put her on her back, letting his mother lie there as
he stripped off her clothes. Her large, stiff-nippled tit melons
wobbled tantalizingly as he pulled off her huge bra, and Walter paused to
nurse on his mother’s tits, to slurp her red nipples deeply between
his lips.
Off came her shoes, her skirt, her wet, cunt juice-smelling
bikini panties. Then the fuck-hungry mother was completely naked.
Walter joined her on the bed, crawling up between her legs.
“Cock ’em up, Mom.”
“No, Walter. You know it’s a sin. You don’t really want to
fuck Mommy again, do you?”
“I said cock ’em up.”
“Oh, Walter….”
Shamefully, hornily, the mother then did as her son asked. She
raised her knees high over her shoulders, spreading them, completely
opening her wet, throbbing, curly-haired pussy hole for the invasion
of his cock. Walter grinned, mounting his mother. He fit the spongy
tip of his prick between the pouting petals of her very tight cunt.
“Man, I’ve really got a hot load now,” he panted. “I was just
about to shoot off when you walked in. I’m gonna cum so fucking hard
I’ll probably knock you off the bed!”
Patty didn’t answer. She was too busy looking down, excitedly
watching her son’s immense cock-lance boring into her pussy. The
stiff prick stretched her pussy lusciously, making the walls clasp
and grip exquisitely around the invading thickness of his cock.
For nearly a full day she’d fantasized about this, about again
feeling her boy’s prick slamming back into the pussy that had birthed
him. Now it was deep inside her again, boring deep inside her cunt.
Shamefully the naked mother stared wigging and humping, fucking her
horny, itchy pussy onto the satisfying stiffness of Walter’s cock.
“Yes, Walter, it feels so good now,” she panted. “It’s time to
fuck Mommy again, honey. Unnggh! Fuck your mother, lover, fuck your
mother’s horny cunt!”
She cocked her long legs up higher, draping her ankles over his
shoulders, completely opening her gooey pussy hole for the skewering
shaft of his cock. Her hung son started fucking. He braced his
knees on the bed, looming over his mom, supporting his weight on
straight arms. Rhythmically he fucked her tightly grasping pussy,
spearing his big cock in and out of her cunt.
“Fuck me, fuck my pussy!” Patty gasped. She humped to meet his
strokes, her enormous tits bouncing and shivering, undulating every
time her son fucked her deep wit his cock. “Unnngh! Oh, shit,
Walter, you’ve really got a bit one! Give Mommy a good fucking now!
Harder, honey, harder! Fuck Mommy’s cunt till I can’t even walk!”
Walter moaned, experiencing the luscious tightness of his
mother’s pussy. It seemed impossible that she had ever given birth;
her cunt was tighter, and sucked his cock more sweetly, than that of
the girl he’d been humping only minutes before.
Now his cock was all the way inside her syrupy fuck channel,
buried to the balls. Patty felt completely overwhelmed by the size
of his fuck shaft. It stuffed her belly, reaching into the depths of
her womb. Her horny son started working his ass rapidly on top of
her, spearing his big prick in and out of the clinging sheath of her
pussy.
“Do you like the way I fuck you, Mom?” he panted. “Do you want
me to fuck you harder, Mom? Do you like the way I fuck your tight,
juicy little cunt?”
“Yes, baby,” Patty squealed. She started bucking her hips in a
frenzy, eager for harder, deeper thrusting of the wonderfully big
cock. “Fuck your mother, baby. Mommy’s cunt’s so juicy! Unngggh!
Harder, honey, please do it harder! Oh, fuck, oh, shit, Mommy needs
a good cum so much!”
Walter sprawled flat on his naked mother, crushing her giant
tits under his chest. Then he started fucking her pussy as fast as
he could. In and out his huge cock sawed, spearing into her womb.
Patty humped and shuddered beneath him, grimacing and twisting her
head from side to side, overwhelmed by the ecstasy of being fucked
with her own son’s prick.
“Mommy’s going to cum now!” she gasped, almost shouting out the
words. “Harder, Walter! Unnggh! Fuck your mother, fuck your horny
mother! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”
Her pussy spasmed violently in orgasm, spewing juice onto
Walter’s hammering cock, sucking the aching stiffness of his huge,
pounding prick. Walter kept fucking as hard as possible,
relentlessly drilling his organ into the depths of her pussy hole.
The cum lasted for nearly a minute straight. When it was over,
Walter was still ramming his cock into her belly as hard as he could.
He hadn’t cum yet, had kept himself from filling his mother’s belly
with his hot, spewing seed.
Which meant, Patty quickly realized, that she could suck it out
of his big prick instead.
“T-t-take it out, Walter,” Patty panted, deeply ashamed of what
she longed to do next. “Please, stop fucking Mommy’s pussy.”
“Gotta cum,” Walter grunted.
“I know. I….I want to suck it now. Please, Walter. Mommy
wants to suck your cock so bad.”
Walter stopped humping, pausing to smile knowingly down at his
mom. Then he slid his throbbing prick out of her pussy and rose from
the bed. He stood up, his cock pulsing as he waited for his mom to
get on her knees in front of him. Patty did it. It made her feel
like even more of a slut to kneel like this in front of her son, to
be on her knees looking up at him as she popped his cock into her
mouth and started sucking to draw out its load of spunk.
“Give me some good cocksucking, Mom….”
Patty stared hungrily at the huge cock throbbing in front of her
face. She gripped it in her fist, sliding her hand down to the base
to hold his cock in position. Then she popped the cock knob into her
mouth, and then she started sucking it.
It tasted especially good now, from fucking two wet, creamy
pussies in a row. Contentedly Patty gurgled as she nursed on the big
prick, thrusting her tongue into the cum hole to lap up the oozing
jizz. The cock knob was already very fat and puffy, and the cum
cream oozed out every instant. Patty’s pussy got itchy again as she
thought of how much cock juice was jacked in her son’s balls, of how
heavily he would soon be showering her tonsils with cream.
“Man, you like putting my cock in your mouth, don’t you, Mom?”
Patty didn’t answer. She was too busy sucking cock. Loudly and
wetly she slurped on the tasty prick, hearing her own gurgling,
smacking sounds of cocksucking pleasure filling the bedroom. The
prick grew even stiffer, beating on the roof of her mouth. Patty
thrust her left hand between her thighs, beginning to rub her wet
pussy. Shamelessly she finger fucked and sucked hard cock at the
same time.
Her mouth was stretched to bursting, contorted obscenely as she
struggled to accommodate the blood-beating thickness of her young
son’s cock. Patty bobbed her head, her blonde tresses bouncing on
her shoulders, urgently fucking her mouth with his cock. She
tightened her fingers around the base of his cock, and then she
started beating his prick meat much harder than before, urgently
whipping her right hand up and down the pulsing stalk of his prick.
“Gonna shoot it,” Walter gasped.
He clutched her head with both hands, lunging forward, cramming
another half-inch of his cock between her lips.
“Suck it, Mom, suck it good! Unngh! You’re a great cocksucker,
Mom! Oh, fuck, cumming now!”
The giant prick started spewing, spraying rich gobs of cum juice
down the cock-loving mother’s throat. Patty nursed feverishly on her
boy’s giant cock, loving the taste of his cream. Again and again,
the sappy white stuff sprayed out of his cock tip, spurting on her
tonsils, running down her throat. Patty clung shamelessly to the
huge, squirting cock, jacking and sucking it, feeling her belly
filing up with cream.
At last the sticky white cock juice stopped blasting out of his
hard-on. Patty popped the big, wet cock out of her mouth, panting as
she stared intently at the cock knob. She felt completely depraved
now, unable to suppress her constant craving to fuck and suck with
her own son. If she’d gone this far with him, she might as well go
the rest of the way. It had been a long, long time since she’d felt
a prick anywhere near as huge as her son’s boring into her tender
little shitter.
“You’re….you’re a dirty boy, Walter,” Patty panted, still
jacking his fuck pole slow and hard. “You’re a dirty boy for wanting
to fuck your mother like this. Don’t you feel dirty for letting
Mommy suck your cock?”
“No.”
“I’ll….I’ll bet you fantasize about fucking Mommy’s tight
little asshole too, don’t you? That would be just like you. Do you
fantasize about fucking my hot little asshole when you jack off,
honey? Is that where you’d like to shove this big cock of yours
next?”
Walter just grinned in response, his prick throbbing harder than
ever. Patty rose unsteadily to her feet. The idea of asshole
fucking was morally repugnant to her, but that meant nothing to the
puckered, pink hole that was now already throbbing lewdly in and out.
It just happened to be the case that Patty had been born with an
unusually sensitive, itchy little asshole. Whenever her cunt got
wet, her asshole usually felt hot and tingly too.
“You’d better get some Vaseline from the bathroom, Walter. I
guess you’re never going to get over your sick desire to fuck your
mother unless I let you fuck my asshole too.”
Walter disappeared into the bathroom. Patty grabbed a pillow,
thrusting it under her belly to elevate her slim hips. She felt
completely ashamed of herself, knowing how badly she needed this
torrid session of assfucking with her son. Shamefully she gripped
her rounded little white ass globes, spreading them wide, revealing
her pink, puckered shit orifice to her only son.
Walter returned to the bedroom, finding his mother sprawled on
her stomach, holding her ass cheeks open. He grinned, again joining
her on the bed. Patty heard him moving behind her, uncapping the
Vaseline jar. She whimpered as her boy started pasting the lube
liberally all over her little shitter.
“Stick your fingers in, Walter. Get Mommy’s little asshole nice
and juicy.”
Walter did as his mother asked, straightening his fingers,
thrusting them into the gripping interior of his mother’s shit
tunnel. Patty groaned, fucking her tight, itchy asshole onto his
hand. Then she heard a new sound behind her as her son basted his
huge cock liberally with Vaseline.
“That’s enough, Walter. Time to fuck Mommy’s asshole now,
honey. Hurry, honey, give Mommy’s asshole a good, hard ass fucking!”
Walter mounted his naked mother, aiming his swollen cock tip at
her rubbery shit hole. Patty gasped with intense pleasure as she
felt the cock cleaving into her bowels, instantly stretching her
burning asshole to the bursting point around the invading thickness
of his prick.
It had been so, so long since her last asshole reaming. Patty’s
asshole was already sucking and spasming needfully in response to her
son’s cock, sucking and gripping Walter’s prick to welcome it into
her body. Patty bit her lip, suppressing the slight pain she felt as
her asshole stretched to accommodate his cock. Then she started
humping again, wiggling at the same time, trying to help her hung son
stuff every inch of his fuck pole into her narrow, gripping ass.
“Fuck your mother, fuck Mommy’s little asshole!” she pleaded.
Patty released her buns, no longer needing to hole them open.
She thrust her hand under her belly and started finger fucking,
rubbing her aching clitty as hard as she could.
“Mommy needs assfucking, Walter!” she panted. “Deeper, baby,
really ram it in now! Oh, fuck, oh, shit, fuck Mommy’s asshole as
deep as you can!”
Walter grunted as he heaved on top of her, forcing his immense
cock deeper and deeper into the Vaseline-slickened heat of her
asshole. Then it was all the way inside her, buried to the balls,
his huge prick pulsating as it soaked in the indescribable tightness
of her shit tunnel.
Patty started humping harder, moaning and crying as she
shamefully fucked her stretched, tingling asshole onto his cock.
Walter pulled out slowly, then rammed his prick back into her bowels.
Then he settled into a hard, fast rhythm, slamming his prick in and
out of his mother’s horny little shitter.
“Fuck my asshole, fuck my horny little asshole!” Patty pleaded.
She finger fucked her pussy in a frenzy, simultaneously thrusting her
asshole onto his cock. “Unngggh! Mommy’s got such a horny little
asshole, honey! It needs fucking super bad! Oh, shit, please do it
harder! Oh, darling, fuck Mommy’s asshole as hard as you can!”
Walter did as his mother asked, ramming his cock up her shit
chute as hard as he could. The enormous fuck organ had swelled even
stiffer, and Patty sensed that her hung son would soon be basting her
bowel tract with another load of cum.
The orgasm burst suddenly deep inside her, making her pussy gush
onto her fingers, and her asshole spasmadically grip and milk around
Walter’s hammering cock. Patty shrieked with shameful pleasure,
humping and bucking and thrusting as hard as she could.
“Fuck my asshole, fuck Mommy’s horny asshole!” she cried. “My
asshole’s cumming now, Walter! Fuck it, fuck it good!
Cuummmiiinnngggg!”
Walter collapsed on top of her, ramming his cock to the hilt in
her tenderly sucking bowels. Then his load of cock juice spewed out
of his balls. It lashed out of his cock tip, spraying into his
mother’s asshole, deluging her shitter with an ocean of cream.
Hornily the naked mother flexed her shitting muscles around the huge,
erupting cock, helping him draining his balls completely in her ass.
* * * * * * * *
She had to do something about Walter’s craving to fuck her.
Patty paced her bedroom several hours later, trying to ignore the wet
ache in her pussy, wondering what she could do to end her shocking,
incestuous liaison with her son.
She’d make him see a counselor. Yes, that was right. A
counselor could help him deal with his uncontrollable sex drive.
Patty went to her bureau, finding her address book and thumbing
through the pages. She still didn’t think that her own lust had
anything to do with the fact that she’d let her son fuck her. She
blamed it all on him.
Margaret Kelly. She was a therapist of some sort. Patty had
heard about her because Margaret Kelly sometimes worked with young
people referred by Walter’s school. Margaret was supposed to be a
mother too, with a growing son of her own. Having a record of school
referrals was as much endorsement as Patty needed. She’d make sure
that Walter saw Margaret Kelly as soon as possible, to discuss his
shocking desire to suck and fuck his very own mother.

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“How long have you fantasized about a sexual relationship with
your mother, Walter?” Margaret Kelly asked.
“Is that what she told you?” Walter raised his eyebrows. “That
I fantasized about it?”
“Is there something else I should know?”
Walter hesitated. “No. No, that’s it. I fantasize about it.”
He grinned. “Yeah, I’ve been fantasizing about it a lot these days.”
Margaret squirmed on the chair across from his, tapping the
pencil tip meditatively on the note pad. She rembered the call she’d
received that morning, and the frantic sound in Patty Wayne’s voice
as she’d begged Margaret to accept a counseling appointment with
Walter that afternoon.
Walter had seemed pretty sullen when he’d entered her home a few
minutes before, and followed her into her small office in the rear of
her house. Margaret now considered the leering tone of his voice and
wondered if he had, in fact, already fucked his mother.
It was possible. It wouldn’t bother Margaret in the least, if
it were true. To the school board and the local PTA, Margaret came
across as a modestly-priced counselor who occasionally helped out
boys who were having problems in school. What the school board
didn’t know was that Margaret helped out most of these boys by
letting them fuck her. The only reason she ever worked as a
counselor was that it gave a chance to suck and fuck with lads just
about Walter’s age.
Margaret was thirty-six now, and looked at least four years
younger. She was petite with dark brown hair had a girlish body
highlighted by extremely large, very suckable tits. Margaret had
married when she was very young, birthing one child, Henry, who was
now almost sixteen. Her husband had divorced her three years ago.
Margaret lived off of his alimony checks and the money she made from
counseling, which wasn’t much.
The ironic thing was that her husband had divorced her because
of her extremely strong appetite for sucking and fucking young studs.
A young stud’s cock, Margaret felt, stiffened much more rapidly than
that of his older counterpart, and invariably sprayed more hot, tasty
cum juice into her mouth or pussy or asshole. Young boys always
fucked very hard and fast, which was just how Margaret liked getting
her pussy pounded, and they were always eager to keep fucking and
cumming all night.
Margaret had seduced many troubled lads that the school board,
PTA or principal’s office had referred to her. The best cure for
most young male problems, she felt, was a healthy dose of fucking and
cocksucking. It was rare for any boy to act up at home or at school
if he was getting the cum sucked out of his cock on a daily basis.
Margaret was always eager to relieve a lad in this fashion,
particularly if his cock was long and fat. The bulge in Walter’s
pants indicated that he had a long, fat one too.
Margaret had always had a special appetite for sucking the jizz
out of unusually big, stiff hard-ons. Her husband had been well-
endowed, and the glue that had held their marriage together had been
her penchant for nightly cocksucking. Now, Margaret felt violently
aroused by even the faint possibility that young Walter had actually
fucked his own mother. The most intensely satisfying fantasies she’d
ever had, which she’d suppressed religiously, were those of teaching
her own, innocent Henry how to suck and fuck.
“I might be missing the point, Walter,” Margaret said. “When
your mother called me this morning, she told me that her problem with
you has become very serious. She said that you’ve frankly confessed
a sexual interest in her, and that you’ve even tried to initiate a
sexual relationship with her. Now, I get the impression that this
incestuous contact has progressed farther than your mother indicated.
Is that true?”
“Whatever she told you.” Walter shrugged.
“Did you fuck your mother, Walter?”
Walter just stared at her. Margaret moved her chair closer.
“It’s perfectly all right with me if you do, Walter. Mother-son
incestuous contact is far more prevalent than most people think. The
cock of a boy your age can grow stiff many times each day with a
little provocation. Boys your age can be very sexually aggressive,
and it’s natural for them to make strong passes at available women,
especially their mothers. I want to assure you, Walter, that any
admission you make to me won’t leave this room. Now tell me the
truth. You have fucked your mother, haven’t you?”
Walter hesitated only a moment longer. Then he smiled.
“Yeah, I have.”
“Who initiated this sexual contact?” Margaret asked, as she felt
her cunt getting wet and hot.
“I did. She didn’t mind it much, though. She thinks she did.
That’s why she sent me here.”
“Why did you want to fuck your own mother, Walter? Were you
just so horny that any pussy would do, or did you have a particular
craving to fuck her?”
“Both.”
“Would you say that you have a very high sex drive, Walter?”
Margaret picked up the pencil and pretended to take notes.
“Very.”
“Do you masturbate a lot? How many times a day do you jack off,
on the average?”
“Five or six.”
“That’s a great deal, Walter. Do you always squirt out a great
deal of semen when you cum? Or do you sometimes just shoot out a
small amount?”
“Always a lot.”
Margaret felt her cunt throbbing. She stared at the lad’s
crotch, realizing that the dirty talk, as she’d intended, was giving
him a magnificent looking hard-on.
“I can’t help noticing that your prick is getting stiff right,
now, Walter. Does that happen frequently?”
“Yes.”
“It feels good when your cock gets big and stiff, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah.”
Margaret put down her notebook.
“Walter, I’m going to ask you a special favor now. I’d like you
to take down your pants and show your hard cock to me. I think my
counseling to you would be more valuable if I could see and inspect
your cock. There might be something wrong with it.”
Walter stood up, leering at the busty brunette knowingly as he
opened his belt and pulled down his zipper. He stepped out of his
shoes, then let his pants drop to his ankles, stepping out of them,
leaving him naked from the waist down except for his socks.
“Oh, Walter. Why, it’s just incredibly huge!”
The cock was enormous. It stood out of his cock fur like a
baseball bat, nine inches long and very thick, so stiff that it was
bucking and throbbing uncontrollably up and down. Margaret’s mouth
watered as she ogled the fat, meaty cock knob, imagining how it would
puff up just before he shot a big load of juice down some lucky
cocksucker’s throat.
“I’d better take a closer look, Walter.”
Margaret stood up, her pussy throbbing as she stood, then knelt
before her young client. She suppressed a groan as she stared at the
mammoth prick pulsing in front of her face. Margaret pinched his
spongy cock head, running her fingers all over his cock meat. The
prick bucked and pulsed in front of her face.
“It looks perfectly healthy,” she said breathlessly. “Does it
feel good when I touch your hard cock like that?”
“Yeah.”
Margaret wrapped her hand around the root of his huge, throbbing
prick. Lewdly she started jacking the big cock up and down, slow and
hard. She stared at the cock knob, watching the piss hole open up to
spit out little droplets of cream.
“Does this feel better, Walter? Is this how you touch your
prick when you jack off?”
“I think it would feel a lot better if you sucked on it, Mrs.
Kelly.”
“That might be therapeutic too, Walter. To see your reaction.”
By now a great deal of sticky, milky cock juice had dribbled out
of Walter’s cock head. Margaret pressed her palm on the cock knob,
coating it with her spunk. She slid her fist to the root of his
prick, holding it in position. Then, with a little smacking sound,
she pressed her lips to the tip of his cock.
His fuck organ tasted very good, and so did the cum ooze.
Margaret could already picture herself eagerly gulping down a heavy
cum blast when she made him pop his rocks. She shut her eyes,
concentrating on the taste and sensations of cocksucking. Gradually
she let her lips part, slurping in inch after inch of his huge,
throbbing prick.
Walter looked down at her, excited by the spectacle of the
brunette inhaling his big prick. Margaret stopped when her lips were
stretched to the bursting point around the aching thickness of his
cock. She immediately started sucking very hard, knowing how much a
young boy enjoys a hard, wet cocksucking. Walter shuddered with
pleasure, clutching her head with both hands.
“Hard,” he panted. “Do it really hard!”
Margaret pictured Walter’s mother on her knees like this,
hungrily slurping the tasty stiffness of her own son’s prick. The
image was arousing to her; she would have to make a point of asking
Walter for the details of his incestuous contact with his mother.
Then, Margaret again found herself thinking of giving head like
this to her own son, Henry. It was her most forbidden fantasy, and
one that violently aroused her as she considered it now. Margaret’s
cheeks flushed brightly as she slurped on Walter’s cock, determined
to milk a really big load of cum juice out of his prick.
“Harder,” Walter panted. “Oh, shit, you suck my cock so good!”
Margaret started beating his cock as she sucked, whipping her
strong right hand tirelessly up and down his huge, aching cock meat.
Her cocksucking sounds grew progressively louder, as she eagerly
sucked his big, blood-laden cock. Hot, milky cock juice dribbled out
of the cock know, oozing onto her tongue. Margaret lapped it up,
sucking and slurping, her belly aching as she imagined herself
gulping down a really rich load of jizz.
After five minutes of steady hard, wet sucking, Walter’s prick
had grown as hard as iron. He writhed as he stood over her, wincing
and pulling her hair, on the verge of spraying her tonsils with
spunk.
Margaret alternated rapidly between puffing her cheeks up and
caving them in again, hungrily sucking cock as hard as she could.
Her fist was a blur as it whipped up and down his cock, wildly
jacking Walter’s fuck organ into her mouth.
Now the prick throbbed violently on the roof of her mouth, ready
to burst.
“I’m cumming!” Walter gasped suddenly. “Suck my cock, Mrs.
Kelly, suck my stiff fucking cock! Oh fuck, cuummiiinnnggg!”
An incredible geyser of cum juice blasted out of his piss hole,
spurting on the roof of the cream-starved mother’s mouth. The first
burst was followed by spurt after spurt of hot, tasty cum.
Margaret whimpered, flaring her nostrils to breathe around the
donkey cock thickness of Walter’s erupting prick. The cock juice
kept spraying out of his cock head, shooting onto her tonsils,
filling her stomach with cream. Margaret clung ecstatically to the
disgorging prick, slurping and gulping, determined to nurse every
drop of cum out of Walter’s balls.
At last his orgasm subsided. Margaret took the big, wet prick
out of her mouth and stared at it intently. It was still stiff.
Looking at it made her pussy tingle. How good it would be to allow a
hung lad who’d fucked his own mother to ram her pussy too.
“Well. That was very therapeutic, Walter,” Margaret said
huskily. “You certainly were correct in saying that your prick
always shoots off plentifully when you orgasm. I can’t help noticing
that your cock is still extremely stiff now. Do you often need to
cum twice in a row to relieve the painful stiffness in your fuck
organ?”
“Yeah,” Walter sighed. “Sometimes even more than that.”
“Then let’s try another therapy exercise, Walter. You can fuck
my pussy, right here on the floor, and you can think about your
mother when you’re doing it. Does that sound like an appealing idea
to you?”
“Yeah.”
“All right, Walter. Let me just take off my clothes.”
The wanton brunette rose to her feet, never taking her eyes off
of Walter’s enormous cock. Quickly she stripped naked, anticipating
the effect that the unveiling of her petite, voluptuous body would
have on Walter’s cock.
Walter groaned, staring at her, his prick pulsing harder than
ever. Margaret was proud of her 5’3″ body. She was petite all over,
except for her tits, which were extremely large and firm as they had
been when she was in her teens. If it had not been for her position
as a therapist and mother, the brunette would have spent much more
time teasing men with her mouth-watering chest size. She enjoyed
doing her errands in a tight t-shirt without a bra, letting men watch
as her gigantic, sumptuous tits quivered and bounced as she moved.
Walter was ogling her big tits now. Margaret stretched out on
the floor, wiggling her tight little ass into a good humping position
on the carpet. She continued to stare hungrily at the lad’s immense
prick as she cocked and spread her girlish thighs high and wide.
“Go ahead, Walter. Get on top of me. Fuck my juicy cunt.”
Walter dropped to his knees, his mammoth fuck pole jerking and
twitching over her belly. He held his prick in hand, then fit the
spongy cock tip into her tight, wet pussy. Margaret looked down,
eagerly watching the fat, blue-veined fuck pole disappearing into her
cunt.
“Is my cunt tight enough for you, Walter? Do you like fucking
my pussy as much has you like fucking your horny mother?”
Walter didn’t answer. He hovered on straight arms above her,
his knees spread between her legs, his ass cheeks flexing as he
fucked his long, achey cockshaft deeper into her pussy. The giant
prick was really stretching her now. Margaret gasped with pleasure,
feeling the battering ram hard-on plowing relentlessly into her. She
started wiggling and humping at the same time, helping her young
client bury his cock completely in her spasming, clasping cuntslit.
“It feels so good, Walter! Unnggh! Fuck me deep, honey. Fuck
me like you fuck your mother, honey. I need a good, hard fucking
too!”
Walter sprawled on top of her, crushing her tits under his
chest. His hand came down, clawing the sides of her ass cheeks.
Then he started fucking fast and hard, banging her blushing little
ass onto the floor, drilling her tight pussy with long, skewering
strokes of his blood-laden cock.
“Is this how you fuck your mother, Walter? Unhggh! Oh, fuck,
my pussy’s so wet! Do it harder now! Feels so fucking good!”
She raised her legs as high as she could, draping her ankles
over his shoulders, completely opening her gooey fuck hole for the
womb-reaching thrusts of his cock. Walter grimaced as he loomed over
her, experiencing the delicious, spasming tightness of her pussy.
Faster and faster he rammed his cock into her belly, reaming out her
cunt completely with every stroke.
“You like fucking, don’t you, Walter? Unghh! That’s why you
fucked your mother, isn’t it? You just wanted a nice, tight pussy to
fuck. Isn’t that right?”
Walter just kept on grunting and humping, banging his stiff
prick into her pussy. Margaret humped and wiggled to meet his
strokes, shuddering every time the stiff cock reached the innermost
depths of her cunt.
“Do you have a horny mother, Walter? Does she like the way you
fuck her as much as I do? It’s nice to have a mom who’s willing to
fuck you, isn’t? You don’t have to go out and find a willing girl
when your prick gets hard. You can just stay home and fuck your
mother’s own cunt.”
Margaret flexed her pussy muscles, making her narrow fucking
channel grip and milk around the lad’s pounding cock. By now Walter
was fucking as hard as he could. He panted hoarsely on her neck,
violently aroused by both her tight, gripping pussy and the obscene
things she said about his fucking relationship with his mother.
Margaret could feel her pussy gripping and flexing
uncontrollably now. It was time to stop teasing Walter about his
mother, and to instead concentrate on making herself cum.
“Unngggh! My pussy’s so wet now, Walter! Unggh! Fuck my cunt
hole, fuck it super hard!”
Walter fucked harder still, ramming his hips down, pounding his
gigantic prick into the gushing sheath of her pussy. Margaret humped
frantically to meet his strokes, her giant tits jiggling under his
chest. Then her pussy started to suck and throb, and she knew she
was on the verge of an extremely hard cum.
“Fuck my pussy, fuck my horny little pussy!” she squealed. “I’m
cumming, Walter! Cuuummmiiinnngggg!”
The cum was long and hard, pounding through her naked body,
making her cock-stuffed fuck hole ripple lusciously around the
probing length of Walter’s prick. Walter kept fucking as fast as he
could, his meaty cockshaft growing to total stiffness inside her
belly. Then he rammed his big cock to the hilt, and Margaret knew he
was cumming too.
“Oh, Mrs. Kelly!”
The second load of whit, sticky cock juice sprayed out of his
cock tip, spouting and streaming torrentially into her cunt.
Margaret shuddered with pleasure as she felt it blasting into her
pussy, anointing the itchy walls of her cunt hole with a soothing
tide of jizz.
“That’s a good boy, Walter. Shoot it all out.”
She humped, wiggled and flexed her fucking muscles, contracting
her pussy around his jism-squirting cock, helping the hung lad shoot
out every drop.
At last the cum was over. Walter groaned and flopped off of her
body, his cock pulling out of her pussy with a soft, popping sound.
Margaret’s cunt felt very wet and swollen, with a big puddle leaking
out of her hairy slit onto the carpet.
“Walter, you made an awfully big mess down there,” she said.
“Hasn’t your mother taught you not to leave a mess? You’re supposed
to clean up the messes you make, Walter. With your tongue.”
Walter stared at her. Margaret spread her thighs again, giving
him a mouthwatering spread-beaver view of her pussy. She dipped her
finger into her red, cum-dripping hole, darting it salaciously in and
out.
“It’s all hot and creamy,” she panted. “I want you to clean it
up for me, right now. I can’t put on my panties when there’s so much
cock juice in my pussy. I want you to give my pussy a good cleaning
with your tongue.”
Walter still stared at her, shocked and excited that a woman who
seemed so formal at first glance could voice such obscenities. Then
he smiled and stretched out on his stomach between her legs.
Margaret stared at him eagerly, watching as he pressed his mouth to
her throbbing pussy. Then Walter started licking and lapping,
sluicing his tongue up and down between the swollen folds of her
pussy, licking up his own cum.
“That’s a good boy, Walter. Unggh! Your like licking pussy,
don’t you? I’ll bet your mommy likes it when you suck her cunt too.”
Walter was too busy licking and sucking to reply. He thrust his
tongue deep inside her pouty-lipped hole, shamelessly sucking his own
cock juice out of the depths of her cuntal sheath. Margaret held his
head and worked her ass slowly, fucking her throbbing pussy on his
face.
“I think your only problem is that you’re so horny, Walter. I
know just how to help you with your problem with your mother.
Whenever your cock gets hard, you can just visit me and fuck me
instead. I won’t mind at all. I’ll like it.”
Walter nodded, busily licking and lapping, sucking the cum off
her pussy until the horny little fuck hole gleamed only with cunt
oils and spit. He moved his mouth higher, beginning to suck directly
on her clit. Margaret whimpered, holding his head, keeping the
tongue and lip action where she wanted it. But, as much as Walter
delighted her, her unconscious mind was already straying to another,
more forbidden fantasy.
She still wanted to fuck her own son.

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