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Help! – Part 9

A heart warming tale of a young boy who finds himself in a lot of trouble and needs a hero to “cum” and save him!

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Sins of the Flesh – Part 3

There comes a time when you have to choose between what others want for you and what you want for yourself. The time to decide what is truly right and what you have been told is right. After reaching this point, there is no turning back, and why would you want to?

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Christmas at the Donnelly’s: Sarah’s Story

This is one of four different points of view on this night. For the full story, check back for more!
Sarah lay in her bed watching the minutes on her digital alarm clock slowly flick, waiting for morning to come. It felt like hours since she’d gone to bed; in reality, only half an hour had passed. She was 13, and anxious to hear footsteps on the rooftop. She’d missed him every year; this time, she’d stay awake and finally meet Santa Claus.
She rolled over onto her back, adjusting her blanket to fit more snugly. Winter wasn’t usually this cold, but a sudden windstorm had blown in from the north, dropping the temperature to a record low. She was only wearing a light nightdress, but had on two extra blankets. It was more than enough to keep her warm, and Sarah liked the extra weight on top of her.
As Sarah settled in for a night of waiting for Santa to come visit, she let her imagination run wild about all the different gifts she would get that year. There was that new stuffed animal she had seen a few months before that would finally complete her collection. And of course the latest DVD releases of her favorite movies and TV shows….
Her thoughts continued to wander, and eventually she felt her eyelids get heavy, and her body relaxed itself. She tried to shake herself awake, but sleep was relentless, and she knew that she wouldn’t be able to fight it any longer.
But then she heard footsteps, and any chance sleep might have had vanished.
The footsteps were right outside her bedroom door! But there was something wrong with them. She realized quickly that the steps were leading down the hallway from her parent’s room, and as she listened she heard whoever was walking around their house head down the staircase. That didn’t make sense to Sarah, as their chimney led straight to the family room downstairs, and there was no way to get into her parent’s room other than the windows. Santa wouldn’t pass over a perfectly good chimney for a bedroom window, would he?
Sarah pushed off her blankets, careful not to wake her twin brother sleeping on the other side of the room. Her father had promised that she would get her own room in the new year, and she was quite anxious for it to happen. She had started bleeding a month ago, and although her mother told her it was normal, she didn’t want it to happen around her brother. Something just didn’t feel right about it.
Opening the door quietly wasn’t a problem. Her father kept the house well kept, and she’d been sneaking out of her room for years. She listened as the person walked down the stairs, trying to be silent but stepping on every creaking step. Sarah waited in the doorway to her room, and watched the silhouette of the person walk over to the family room. It was then that she saw the other person standing by the Christmas tree.
It was Santa Claus!
No one could mistake the hat with the fuzzy ball on the end. She squinted, but couldn’t make out where Santa had put his magical bag of gifts. It was then that one of the lamps in the family room turned on. Sarah had to look away for a moment, but once her eyes had adjusted, she snuck closer to the railing on the staircase and peered into the room downstairs for a better look.
She saw Santa, but he was much taller and thinner than all the story books. His beard was white, though, and he was wearing the right clothes. He must use his magic to make himself smaller, she thought to herself. That way he can fit in the chimney! It all made sense to her now. But then why was her mother down in the family room? Sarah realized that it was her mother, Jessica, who had walked down the hallway, which made sense seeing as the footsteps had started coming from her parent’s bedroom. Her mother had a housecoat on, and was talking quietly to Santa. She leaned as far forward as she could, trying to eavesdrop, but couldn’t make out any of the words they were saying. Her mother was probably telling Santa all about how Sarah had been a good girl all year, and really deserved whatever presents he had brought.
But again, Sarah could not find Santa’s sack anywhere in the room.
Then Santa leaned over and started kissing her mom, and thoughts of presents fled from Sarah’s mind.
She had never seen her father kiss her mother like this before. It looked rough, and painful, but she heard her mother sigh in what sounded like pleasure. Sarah could see their mouths open, tongues flitting in and out, bodies pressed up against each other. Sarah’s mouth slowly dropped open, amazed at seeing her mother act in such a new way. And with Santa! It wasn’t anything that she had ever dreamed about.
Santa’s hands were on her mother’s bum, and Sarah watches as those hands slid up her mother’s sides, pulling on the cloth keeping her housecoat on. Sarah watched as Jessica shrugs her shoulders back, and the housecoat slid off her shoulders to the floor.
Sarah bit her lip hard, trying not to gasp. Her mother was wearing underwear that was bright red, and fit better than anything Sarah had in her wardrobe. The bra was extremely low-cut, and Sarah could see much of the skin on her mother’s breasts. She looked down at her own, two small budding mounds that barely pushed up against the soft skin of her nightdress. She could see her skin through her dress, and the small white cotton panties she was wearing underneath. Sarah looked back up, staring at the red panties her mother was wearing, admiring the lace around the bottom seams. She wasn’t allowed to wear lace, and wondered why her mother was so adamant about it, and yet was wearing some herself.
She continued to watch her Santa walked over to the large leather recliner, pulling Jessica along by the hand behind him. She watches, amazed, as Santa undid the front of his pants, dropping them down to the ground. Her eyes widened as she saw her first penis. It looked just like the pictures she had seen in the books at school, only more purple. She had the perfect vantage point from her position on the stairs, looking at Santa from roughly a 45 degree angle. She watched as Jessica knelt on the ground, taking Santa’s penis – his cock – in both her hands. She watched intently as her mother moved her hands up and down, rubbing with one hand and twisting with the other. It seemed as though Santa’s cock grew even more once Jessica’s hands were on it. Jessica leaned over, taking the large purple tip in between her moist red lips.
Sarah was suddenly aware of a wetness between her thighs, and in a panic brought her hands up to her panties, ashamed that she had wet herself. No, she thought, if I had peed then I would have felt it. This is something else…
There was a warmth, certainly, but it wasn’t like anything she’d ever felt before. It was a deep warmth that came from somewhere inside, one that couldn’t be urine. She slowly slid one hand down the front of her panties, feeling the warmth of her own flesh. She pushed her hand lower and lower, and when her middle finger touched the first moist spot she almost gasped. She felt pleasure shoot through her, and once again bit her lip to keep from calling out.
Slowly, Sarah slid her hand down again, pushing it further and further, feeling the pleasure of contact in a new area radiate through her body. She looked back towards the family room, and saw her mother take one hand off Santa’s cock, putting even more of it in her mouth. She watched Jessica’s head move slowly up and down the shaft, going further and further down just like Sarah’s own hand, watching as her mother looked up at Santa with obvious lust in her eyes. She saw the same feeling matched in…
It was then that she saw Santa’s beard had fallen off. No, it was more than that. He had taken it off. And then Sarah realized something she had never wanted to consider. Santa Claus was actually her neighbor, Alex Murphy!
She didn’t think of how her mother shouldn’t be doing such private things with the neighbor. She didn’t think of what Mr. Murphy’s wife would do if she knew what was going on. Sarah’s only thought was of how all her life she had believed Santa lived in the North Pole when really he lived next door!
Alex had his hand in Jessica’s hair, and was guiding her head as her mother sucked his cock. Sarah began to move her own hand in a similar motion, finally understanding what those books were talking about when they mentioned stimulating the clit. She used her other hand to pull off her panties, giving more of an access to her fingers instead of having them pressed so hard against her. She sat down on the stairs, and very slowly rubbed the outside of her vagina with one finger. She leaned back, wanting to close her eyes and lose herself, but not wanting to miss what was happening in the family room. She felt strangely intoxicated, like if she looked away it would be worse than anything else she’d ever done.
So it was that she saw Alex deftly undo her mother’s red bra, and pull Jessica up to kiss him once more. The daughter watched as the mother slid off the lacy red panties, and then turned around, lowering herself onto Alex’s lap, pressing her back up against his chest. Sarah watched as Jessica’s hands grabbed Alex’s cock in her hands, and guided it to her vagina. Sarah saw his cock enter, and heard both adults as they sighed in unison.
She wanted to know what her mother was feeling, and so gently slid her middle finger into the hole she had been rubbing.
And it was magnificent. There were nerves that had never been touched, and they were on fire now that they were being touched. Sarah’s eyes were glued to her mother as she watched Jessica rock her hips back and forth, the cock inside of her sliding in and out with every motion. Her mother had her head leaned back, and Alex – still with his santa hat on – was sucking on Jessica’s neck. He had both hands on her breasts, kneading them so hard they were turning white. Sarah saw her mother’s nipples, saw that they were hard, and glanced down at her own. They too were more defined than they’d been before. She brought up her other hand, and began to mimic they way Alex was touching her mother.
She had to lean back against the wall, because the combined feeling of her finger inside of her and her hand on her small breast was overwhelming. She pushed harder with her finger, and felt a slight pinch. It was so sudden, she couldn’t help but gasp out in pain. She looked around quickly, trying to figure out if anyone had heard her, but no one came from the rooms upstairs, and her mother and Alex were too busy fucking.
She realized what word had just gone through her head, and even though she knew it wasn’t a good word to use, she knew what it meant and that it was right. She watched her mother get fucked by their neighbor, and knew that she was turned on. She felt more wetness between her legs, and inserted her finger even farther inside of her. She let out a small moan, and licked her dry, cracked lips. She moved her other hand back down, rubbing her clit at the same time. The sensation was too much, and she began gulping and gasping for air. Her hands were moving faster than ever, but it wasn’t fast enough, and suddenly her entire body seized up, her legs closing on her hands and waves of heat flooded her body. Again, her teeth came down on her lips, and she was surprised that they didn’t break. She realized that she had just given herself her first orgasm, and watched as her mother writhed on top of Alex’s cock, and listened as they both moaned and shook, their own orgasms happening at the same time. Sarah absently wondered if she would ever be able to do that with someone.
It was then that she realized that the pinching she’d felt earlier was her hymen breaking. She panicked, began to stand up, but then fell over. The orgasm she had given herself had sapped her of all her strength. She glanced down the stairs, and was alarmed to see that her mother was picking up her clothes, and putting on her housecoat. Mr. Murphy was gone, probably back up the chimney. Sarah grabbed her white panties, now dried, and used it to wipe up where she thought the blood might be, then scrambled back to her bed.
She laid down, turned towards the wall, and shut her eyes, praying that her mother didn’t come into her room. Sarah listened as her mother’s footsteps came up the stairs, then passed by the room she shared with her twin brother, before ending in her parent’s room. She sighed, grateful that she hadn’t been caught, but wondering when she’d be alone so that she could touch herself again…

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Loosey Lucy

Skinny-dipping with Billy Bradley ruined my life for several years but then I met Tim and Tina and my life changed forever.

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Mom Agrees To Help

This was copied from *****.com. I do have some in mind to write but do to work I am not able to write them Yet!!!!!!!!!

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My Aunt Christina Pt 1

Christina is about to marry my Uncle Pat, who’s my mom’s brother. I met her for the first time about three years ago when they came in from out of town and I’ve had a crush on her ever since. I was 14 at the time and she was 27, making her 31 now but despite that, she doesn’t look a day older than 26. She has a mature youthfulness about her looks, most likely due to her Latin heritage. My family and I, including all the relatives and my two male cousins, are visiting Uncle Pat and Christina this spring for their wedding.
Christina is definitely a sexy woman. I believe she is the definition of perfection. Standing at 5.5 feet tall with a full hour glass figure, she’s got big round ass and large breasts that make her a very yummy object for males. She’s always wearing a top with a high neck line to avoid people staring at her Double D cup tits and her sexy voluptuous ass looks so alluring from behind and constantly accentuated by yoga pants or a nice tight dress. She always wears tight fitting attires that strictly emphasize her sexy curves and humps. I always fantasize about what she looks like underneath it all. Overall, Christina is a very curvy mature lady with nice full breasts, skin that’s slightly tanned that glows under the light and a smile to die for. She has nice piercing seductive eyes that are hazel colored that always seem to gleam and soft silky looking lips. My uncle is not that much of a looker himself but from what everyone says, he is a really nice guy. I must say, he’s incredibly lucky too to be able to settle with a woman of this caliber.
I wouldn’t consider myself hot. Being Japanese, I’m kind of scrawny, weighing 120lbs for someone who’s six feet tall. I’m not particularly muscular but at least I’m not fat with man-boobs and a gut like one of my cousins. I can see myself having better luck with girls once I’m in college or maybe when I’m older and people are less superficial and catty but during high school, I’m definitely not amongst the top picks compared to all the wrestlers and football players. If I ever marry a girl like Christina, I would die happy.
We arrive a week before the actual wedding day. They live in a huge mansion with a swimming pool in the backyard and a guest house in the back that’s detached from the main house. Once we get to the house, my Uncle Pat greets us with big smiles and open arms.
“Hey, how are my favorite boys?” he yells out.
“Hi, Uncle Pat,” I greet him. “Congratulations once again.”
“Thank you, Shawn,” he says.
We all do the family group hugs before dragging out luggage into the house. He shows us to our rooms, each having its own small bathroom and mini-fridge. This is the life.
After we settle in, Uncle Pat invites us all into the pool for a dip. After we change into our swim trunks, we scatter towards the pool and Christina is in a leopard spot bikini. Her wet hair drips water all over her glistening toned body as she wades around the pool. This is my first time seeing her wonderful cleavage and her ample bosom underneath that bikini is to die for. My cousins and I develop an instant hard on. I wish my cousins would show some self-control. I get it, Christina is extremely hot but she’s going to be our aunt soon and if you’re going to stare at it with horny dogs, at least do it discreetly. I can tell Christina is starting to get uncomfortable and leaves the pool to go back inside.
“Way to go, you idiots…” I tell them.
Later on, I decide to help Christina out in the kitchen while my cousins play videogames. During dinner, my two cousins run to ensure they have a seat next to Christina at the table. I can tell that Christina is trying to be polite even though they come off as total pigs. I get to sit in front of her, oogling her beauty throughout the entire meal. Too bad for them, after they agree she says they’re going to be doing it alone while Christina plays video games with me. She pops in Dance Dance Revolution into the Playstation, whip out the dance mats and we start going at it while my cousins moan and whine about doing dishes. She keeps beating me at the game. Not because I suck, mind you – I’m actually awesome at DDR – but I’m constantly distracted by Christina’s breasts bouncing up and down as she jumps on the mat.
After a few games, I’m exhausted so I decide to go back to my room and rest. I hop in the shower to wash off and after jump on my bed with my laptop. I surf the net for a bit before getting a bit bored so I decide to look up some porn. Naughty America has an update on their My Wife’s Hot Friend section. As I’m watching, I hear a knock on my door. I pause the video and go to another tab on my laptop before closing the lid.
“Come in,” I call out. It’s Christina.
“Hey, your Uncle Pat says you know of some great dance tunes and I was wondering if I could check out your library to see if I could give it to the DJ for the wedding?” she asks.
“Sure, come take a look,” I tell her.
I open up my iTunes and show her some tracks. After a bit, I needed to pee so I head into the bathroom for a bit.
“Mind if I check my email?” she called out.
“Sure,” I yell back.
In mid-pee, I realize that I still have the streaming clip from My Wife’s Hot Friend loaded on a tab and if she uses the browser to check her email, she would see it. I flush and quickly wash my hands before bursting out the door.
“That’s all. Thanks for helping,” she says sweetly before putting my laptop down on the bed and walk out. I look on the screen and see that when she closed her tab for her email, it landed on the video page, showing a giant freeze frame of Tommy Gunn fucking Ava Addams doggy style.
“Oh crap…” I mumble.
That night, I decided to go for a swim to cool off from that incident. I do a few laps when someone opens the back door and walks out. I couldn’t tell who it is at first because of the dark so I swim over. It’s Christina wearing a burgundy bikini. Despite being under cold water, I develop an instant hard on.
“Hi Shawn, mind if I join you?” she asks.
“Ummm…sure,” I tell her.
We have a few moments of awkward silence that I just shrug off my continuously swimming. It is starting to get weird and I thought I should just get out of the pool and go back to my room but I didn’t want her to see the tent forming in my trunks.
“Shawn, you don’t have to avoid me,” she says. “It’s just porn. I watched it when I was your age. I still do. It’s nothing to be embarrassed over.”
“Christina…”
“Look, it’s perfectly normal. It’s my fault for looking through your computer in the first place.”
“I’m sorry…”
“Don’t be. Plus, Tommy Gunn is kind of hot,” she jokes.
I laugh at the jokes and I finally relax.
“You like Ava Addams?” she asks.
“Yeah, she’s pretty hot,” I say embarrassingly.
“What is it about her that you like?” she asks.
“Umm…I guess she’s pretty voluptuous. Nice tanned skin and toned body. I love the way her boobs look.”
I can’t believe I’m telling her this.
“Yeah, Ava Addams’ boobs do look pretty yummy even to me. I can see why you like her. Personally, I prefer watching Japanese porn,” she says.
“Really?” I ask. “Why? It’s usually all censored and the girls scream like they’re in pain.”
“Not all the time,” she answers. “There’s a quality of innocence behind them. I find the performers demonstrate more skill than the typical American pornstar.”
“Is that why you like Uncle Pat?” I joke.
“Haha, your uncle is not a beast in bed but he has a great heart that endears me.”
“So what else do Japanese pornstars do that’s different?” I ask.
“In Japan, the women there explore the guy’s body a bit more and the guy is a lot more attentive to the girl.”
“How so?” I ask with extreme intrigue.
“Well, in Japanese porn, the guy is usually a lot more attentive than their American counterparts. They do it similar to how the Europeans treat sex. It’s a lot more sensual and there’s a ton of foreplay before the actual deed. The girl would also stimulate more than just the penis. She goes for his earlobe, his stomach, his nipples…”
“His nipples?”
“Yeah. What do you think you have them for? It’s not like you have to breastfeed one day. They’re a really sensitive and if done right, a girl can drive you wild.”
I look at her in disbelief. It’s crazy how I am finding out exactly what drives Christina wild. I can have fantasies based on a lifetime with this information. Christina is kind of a sex freak. Man, my Uncle Pat is so lucky.
“Don’t believe me?” she says.
She swims right up to me and places a finger over my left nipple, slightly grazing it. I feel a tingle down my spine. She then starts to gently pinch it and the sensation is increasing in intensity. My dick is now so stiff, my hard on grazes Christina’s leg.
“See? Told you,” she says coyly before pulling back.
“Don’t stop…” I murmur.
I look at her and all I see is a woman who moments ago was practically trying to seduce me. This is the woman of my wildest dreams and I am this close in having my first sexual experience with someone so incredible that it is too good to be true. I allow my emotions and hormones to get the best of me and because of that, I could not let this opportunity pass up.
“Christina, I don’t want you to stop,” I tell her.
Christina stands there for a moment before making her way over to me. She leans in and I feel a kiss coming on but all she does is plant one on my cheek. Disappointment fills my heart but at least she didn’t scream and smack me in the face. I’m about to call this a night and sleep with utmost sorrow when she continues to kiss me on the cheek and down my neck. The tip of her tongue gently scrolls its way up and down the right side of my neck and she gently nibbles on my earlobe. Her right hand is back to grazing my left nipple ever so gently and this blissful feeling fills my entire being. I try to turn around to kiss her but she ignores me and continues what she’s doing. She pushes me over to the steps of the pool so that my trunks are exposed from the water. Using her right hand, she unties the knot on the waist and slips her hand in, reaching for my throbbing cock. She takes it out and moves her face to my chest. With her tongue out, she swirls it around my right nipple as she jerks me off. I am in utter awe. I can’t believe this is happening. This is incredible!
Her rhythm on my cock increases in intensity and so does her focus on my nipple, adding in gentle bites with the front of her teeth and the pressure of her lips along with that amazing tongue of hers. She brings her face down to my stomach and licks her way up to my nipple and she does this multiple times. I feel like I’m about to explode.
As if it couldn’t get any better, she kneels on the steps and brings her face close to my crotch. Placing each hand on my nipples, she starts grazing gently and brings her face down to swallow my shaft! I can feel her tongue swirling playfully around the tip and I’m about to lose it. I place my hands on her ample bikini covered bosom and noticed how hard her nipples are poking out of her suit. I can feel the outline shaped in her bikini bra and I flick my finger over it in an attempt to satisfy her, even ever so slightly as she satisfies me. She’s practically swallowing the entirety of my shaft now and bops her head up and down. I could feel myself about to lose control.
“Christina…”
Upon hearing my hint, she brings her face back up, kissing her way up from my stomach all the way up to my chest and sucks hard on my left nipple while jerking me off rapidly. Within seconds, I cannot take it anymore and I feel three squirts of cum fly out into the pool water. My entire body is extremely sensitive right now but she continues to gently jerk me off and lick my nipple and I shiver in absolute delight.
Once she’s done, she brings her face up to me and gives me a gentle kiss on my lips.
“Our little secret, okay?” she asks.
I nod in exaggeration, still unable to comprehend how this happened.
I wake up the next morning and my entire body feels relaxed and tingly. Things seem like a blur but I can almost see what happened down in the pool like a play by play in my head. Did all that really happen or did I only dream about it. I feel a wet spot under my covers and take a look. It seems that it was all a dream after all…
I hear a knock on the door and Christina opens the door, popping her head in.
“Hey Shawn, breakfast is ready,” she says nonchalantly. But there is something about her eyes. Something about the way she said those words and looked at me when she said it.
Was this a dream or did it really happen…?

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What did you say? [ Part 3 ]

[ Part 3 ]
“Matt? What are-” Mom stopped when she saw that I was now halfway into her ass.
“Uh- Hi uh Mom…” I said, still shooting a little cum into her ass from earlier.
“What are you doing! You said that we can’t!”
“I am sixteen now, I think it’s alright.” I said, not sure of what to do now that she was awake.
“Don’t stop! Oh please, don’t fucking stop!” I was now going in and out of her, she was right on the edge of an orgasm, when she stoped me.
“Let me see my son’s dick.” Yep, she’s still horny. She took my rock solid dick and spat on the head.
“What are you-” I stopped when she took my entire length into her mouth. She was obviously enjoying it by the speed of which she was going.
“Does your son taste good?” I asked her. I don’t know what I’m saying, ive seen it in pornos and stuff so I thought it fit.
“Mmm hmm..” She said, eyes clintched. She was about to have an explosive orgasm.
She started to grab my balls and gave them a tight squeeze, which hurt at first, but as she cumed, she slowly loosened her grip. She started to beath slower, her eyes where still shut but you could see some relief in them.
She stopped sucking, opened her eyes, and she looked at me with her beautiful, sparkling blue eyes, we both grew silent. I leaned in for a little kiss, but she had other intentions. She grabbed me and yanked my head to hers and we started to make out like teenagers who where madly in love. ur tongues inside each others mouths and everything.
I didn’t know about her but I didn’t want to stop. I tried to last as long as I could, but there was a knock on the front door.
“Matt? Are you home?” I recognized that voice, it was my hot Algebra teacher, Ms. S. She never told us students her last name, so she just said to call her Ms. S.
“Go upstairs, we’ll finish this later.” I whispered to Mom. She gave me a long kiss before grabbing her bra and panties and ran up the shag carpeted stairs.
“Hold on a sec, I’m coming!” I yelled out, trying to get my pants on.
I opened the door and saw that Ms. S. had on a real slutty skin tight dress that barley even covered her ass.
“What are you doing here so late?” I asked her, trying to cover my boner that still hadn’t gone away from earlier.
“I wanted to chat, can you come to my car real fast? Don’t worry we are just going to lean on the hood, I just need a smoke.”
“Uh alright…” I said, following her while not taking my eyes off of her nice, young, maybe even virgin,ass.
She lit up a cigarette and said, “Do you want to go somewhere with me?”
“Where? Why? How long?” I said, not sure how to react.
“Maybe my place, to have fun for the night.” She said. “It’s not too late, it’s 6:57.”
“Let me check with my perants real fast.” I said, running in through the front door, nearly tripping over my own feet as I ran up the stairs and down the hall to Mom’s room.
“That was quick.” Mom said, rubbing herself.
“Actually, she wants me to go with her to her house, maybe for some sex…”
“I’m pretty damn sure she didn’t come all the way here to get you to have sex with her, but…” She paused. “I guess I’ll allow it, if she does have sex with you, tell me how it was, and tell me who’s better at sex.”
I chuckled. “I will, love ya.” I ran down the stairs just about as fast as I ran up them , and ran out the front door, and saw that Ms. S. was bent over, giving me a clear view of her ass. I could see she was going comando. Right as I saw that, my boner quickly came back, I tried desparatly to hide it before she turned around, but failed, she saw a huge buldge in my jeans and her eyes became huge.
“They said I could go. They never said when I had to be back.” Ms. S. doesn’t know my dad is dead, so I kinda hide it from not only her, but most of my friends and really, anyone I meet.
I hopped into the front seat of her car, and it was a nice car, it almost looked like she cleaned it up for me. Her car was really a truck and it was a ’78 Chevy Bonanza C20 pick-up, it was a manual and it was really freaking awesome. I’m a huge fan of trucks, so this is nice.
She primed the engine by stepping down on the gas petal a few times, and the truck started without a problem. We where quiet most of the way there, I was admiring the beauty of the truck, and she was probably trying to hold herself from- you know- until we got to her place or something.
She finally broke the silence by asking my plans for the weekend.
“I dunno, I just planned on taking walks through the neighborhood, maybe take my drivers test, nothing major.” I sort-of lied.
“That’s it?” She asked.
“Yeah, I didn’t plan on getting picked up by my Algebra teacher and going to her house, I didn’t plan on a lot of things that have already happened.” SHUT UP! My mind was telling me that I’ve already said to much, THINK OF SOMETHING THAT DOESN’T INVOLVE FUCKING YOUR MOTHER!
“Like what?”
“Just things…” I said, plainly.
“Sex?” She asked me.
“N-No, I don’t even have a girlfriend right now, so who would I do it with? My Mom?”
“Yes.”
[ End of Part 3 ]

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Club Gomorrah. The Sissy Saga. Chapter 4 The Reprogramming.

Everything here is fiction.
Ryan Is a fictional character with a little bit of me in him.
This is a repost from my story over on Xhamster and all work here is my own sick twisted creation.
Please let me know what you thought, people seem to like this story on other sites so I thought you would too.