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The following is a work of fiction and not meant to represent any person’s ideas, beliefs, wills, and past acts. All characters involved are above eighteen (18), and anything close to real persons or places is entirely coincidental. Copyright Reign Loveridge 2022.

*****

They walked each other down the aisle, clean and worthy.

Savannah wore cream-peach and Kylie wore ice-white.

They both cried, mascara threatening to run down cheeks already sore with smiling, veils hiding what I already knew to be true, wanting, and prepared for a lifetime of scorn.

No one but the open-minded were in attendance and an extremely radial priest cleared his throat and mumbled his altered lines behind me.

In the eyes of a forgiving God and the witnesses who risked everything to be there with me, I married both of my sisters.

*****

I kept waking up at four-thirty. Something about the time sat right with my body-clock. It was an entire hour before I had to leave for work anyway, so I supposed it wasn’t entirely bad.

I awoke to the sound of a bottle smashing. The preconditioning meant I was wide awake anyway; checking the clock, it was four-twenty-six. My room was a mixture of blacks and sea blue. The window was open and from the breeze-less curtains I heard talking – very close to the house. I rose from the bed and listened, relaxing a little when laughter followed. Warm and familiar yet the second voice was totally foreign. It was too light and easy-going, I guessed it was not from around here.

I heard the laughter slowly drift with the morning frost, the world outside shadow and cobalt. I heard some banging and giggle cut short with a yelp. I put my head out the window and strained to hear. My heart stomped. Tearing away from the window, I ran down the hall. On the way out the front, I picked up the metal pipe from beside the door and hopped down the precarious flight of pallet-stairs. Out on the road was mine and Kylie’s sedan, and in the carport was Savannah’s hatchback. Looking over the deathtrap to the back of the carport, I saw shadows moving and rolling around on the couch. A grunt. A gasp. I charged in and hit one of the support poles with the pipe, roaring. ‘Get off of her!’

The two figures leaped apart, screaming. A familiar silhouette leaned for a bag and brought out two objects. ‘What the fuck! Who are you?’

‘Who is you?’

‘Who…’

A phone-light flickered on and a cone of vision arced across myself and the car. My eyes trying to adjust to both dark and a beam of light, I readied myself.

‘Oh, for fuck’s sake!’ The familiar said.

‘What?’ The other said. The light examined the figure. A flash of skin, a loose bra, a leg, underwear bunched at the ankle. Everything clicked in my head and I turned it half-away.

‘Fuck, I’m so sorry!’

‘You ought to be, Dad!’ Savannah shot and flicked on a noisy mechanic’s lamp above them. There lay my sister and another girl, Savannah only topless with a phone in one hand and mace in the other, but the other only having a bra on by one strap. My foot snaked into a pair of jeans and I kicked them up to Savannah who slung it across the other girl.

‘That’s your Dad?’ she asked, feeling with her toes, looking like the most embarrassed person on planet earth. ‘How old are you again?’

Savannah smacked her lips. ‘No, it’s my little brother.’

Still looking away, I waved back at the newcomer with my free hand. With the other, I let the pipe clang to the cracked concrete. ‘Hey.’

‘What the hell are you doing?’ Savannah hissed as the other girl got dressed, the openness in her broad movements made me look away even harder, focusing intensely on our mother’s old garden gnomes.

‘What am I doing?’ I threw back. Girne Escort ‘I thought you were in danger!’

‘As you can see, I’m not! Look, just leave!’

‘I’m going to leave too,’ the other girl said, pulling her jeans up around her waist. I looked back at the scene, it smelled like perfume and alcohol. ‘This is too weird knowing your brother was in earshot of us nearly fucking. I thought you said you didn’t live with anyone. Who’s sedan is that?’

Savannah lowered her eyes. ‘It’s my little sisters.’

‘Fuck,’ the other girl breathed. ‘You spun a whole badass story and everything.’

I looked at Savannah, it was the first time in a long time I saw her look hurt. ‘I-…’

‘Look,’ the other girl said, packing up her things and bent to put a hand on Savannah who didn’t even look her in the eye. ‘If you’re ever up my way, maybe we can try this again.’

Savannah took a long time to answer. ‘Yeah,’ she said, shrugging. ‘Maybe.’

The girl straightened as much as she could and gave me an awkward nod and moved by me. She smelled amazing and watching her leave, how straight she was, I knew she wasn’t local. She didn’t have that meandering to her.

‘Do you want me to drive you somewhere?’ I called, remembering the hour. No answer came. The girl turned into a shade and strode into the darkness.

The lamp swung in the breeze.

The cold climbed into my breath and I held out a hand to Savannah, as she packed up her things and reached for it, I retracted. She looked at me. ‘Wanna wash that thing first?’ I asked.

Savannah huffed out of her nose and a look of mischief came about her lips, which I only noticed then that she had lipstick on. Strange. ‘I use the other hand,’ she said and slapped that hand around the back of mine and with me trapped, she massaged. It was a little wet.

I walked inside after Savannah who immediately went to the heater in the living room and switched the third-hand machine to half-life. It popped every ten seconds and smelled of burned lint and old stove tops, yet within minutes the entire living room was washed in comfortable heat. The glow of the rods lit Savannah’s face as she hugged her knees, rubbing her toes and wriggling them into the carpet that was always slightly dusty. Around her were clothes horses, loaded with all of our damp and musty washing that began to steam.

‘I really am sorry,’ I said, wiping my hands dry on Savannah’s singlet that was hanging up.

‘I know you are. I do. It’s just that this was my rare chance to cut loose.’

‘Not too much of that happening these days.’

Savannah shook her head. ‘Not since Kylie was offered those scholarship classes, or courses, or what ever the fuck they are.’

‘She worked hard for those.’

‘She did! Don’t get me wrong, she deserves it, but there’s more pressure on her now because of that, she needs all these extra textbooks, course readers, and a laptop and video camera. Fuck, I spent half of last week earning the shipping money. Apparently, we count as a “rural community”.’

‘I know that more than you do,’ I said, prodding her shoulder gently with my knee. She shuffled aside and I sat down beside her, staring into the buzzing orange. ‘I do work at the postal office.’

‘We don’t even know if she’ll make it big.’

‘We’re not worried about big,’ I said. ‘We’re worried about an escape. Shit, I’ll be happy just moving out of this corner of town. Like we keep saying, w-‘

‘Don’t start. Please.’

‘What’s wrong?

‘I just don’t think dance can lift all four of us out of this.’ She gestured high to the bare walls that rot in all corners but four. The packed-in feeling it gave always made me feel nauseous. The two rooms, Kylie’s and our Magosa Escort mother’s, were no bigger and Savannah and I made our beds on the couch and our father’s favourite chair.

‘I think I’m getting sick,’ I said.

‘Like, Grandma-sick?’

‘No, you idiot, just fed up. There’s something up with the air and the smell.’

‘Open a window then.’

‘No, I mean, can’t you smell it? It’s like this… tang…’

‘Tang? Like a lemon?’

‘More like that girl you had over.’

‘Key word: Had.’

‘Key word: you nearly had.’

‘Yeah, if it hadn’t been for you!’

‘I thought you were in danger!’

A hand started rubbing my arm. ‘Look, you don’t have to go charging in there every time you think we’re in trouble. I know you see yourself as the man of the house, but you don’t need to arm up every time we’re just having a little fun.’

‘At half-four in the morning, in the dark, near the car that put us into debt? It’s not that I’m worried about you, I’m just worried about-‘

‘About a car, wow!’

‘Oh, don’t give me that shit. You know what I mean, we have what we have and when we lose something it’s a big deal to all of us. You have no room in your piggy bank for a new car if someone fucks with that piece of shit.’

Savannah went quiet for a while. ‘Did you say “piggy bank”?’

‘Did you say “we’re” having fun? As in, Kylie and Mum also getting down and dirty?’

‘Wouldn’t you like to know, sicko?’

‘Well,’ I said, puffing my chest and lowering my vocal chords. ‘As the man of the house, I-‘

‘Jesus fuck…’

We both laughed until we heard a door open. Gentle footsteps came to the corner until Kylie put her head around, her blonde hair in a side ponytail. ‘What are you two conspiring about?’

‘Conspiring?’ Savannah considered. ‘That’s a big word for a Dancer.’

‘And major is a big word for a mechanic,’ Kylie shot back.

‘Woah,’ I drew, holding my hands up.

A pause. Then all three of us laughed. I looked at my sisters, seeing in their eyes we were all too tired to take each other seriously. And the year hadn’t even fully started.

I saw lights blare through the blinds and swing to the left and a motor not stop but die brutally. Heels clicked the pavement and then the pallet-stairs and a key was slotted in. Our poor mother opened the door and jumped when she saw us. ‘Jesus! What are you all doing up?’

‘Wanting to wish you a happy Friday, Mama,’ Savannah said.

‘Well, happy Friday to you all too. But, Kylie, what are you doing up? You should be in bed, finish the week strong, and start the year right.’

‘I’m pretty sure I’m in, anyway, Mum, all the kids that get into scholarship classes get the scholarships automatically, pretty much.’ I saw her eyes half-close.

‘Well, you won’t pretty much know until you pretty much know,’ our mother said and hurried over and turned Kylie by the shoulders and guided her down the hall. ‘You two, in bed!’

‘We are,’ Savannah said.

I smiled. ‘Night, Mum.’

‘Night, loves,’ our Mother said.

‘I said night!’ I called.

‘Mm-mm,’ we heard a grunt.

‘What was that?’ Savannah called.

‘Mm! Goodnight!’ and a closed door.

‘Stop teasing your sister and get to bed, one of you has to be up in… oh, thirty minutes.’ Then another door closed and a shower blurted to life.

‘Let’s sleep together,’ Savannah said, rising.

‘About time you asked,’ I said. ‘I knew that kiss made an impression.’

‘What kiss?’

‘At Tory’s birthday party.’

‘What? Fifteen years ago?’

‘That’s the one.’

‘That “one” was a dare and second I was told later on Tory actually liked you.’

‘What’s that got to do with anything?’

Savannah Kıbrıs Escort paused before crawling onto the couch. ‘What?’

‘What’s that got to do with anything? Her liking me, what’s that got to do with you?’

We stared at each other in the low light, her silhouette barely separated from the clothes horse arms in front and the seventies wallpaper behind. I settled into our father’s chair, my flesh disgustingly finding last night’s grooves.

‘It doesn’t,’ she said.

‘What?’

‘What-what?’ She asked.

‘I’m confused.’

‘So am I, shut up.’

‘Jesus, what the fuck is with you today?’

‘I want more!’ She blurted.

A door opened down the hall. ‘You two!’ Came a hiss. ‘Go to sleep!’

We waited. The classic scolding sneak. Another door closed and we heard the same angelical humming from childhood.

Savannah let out a sigh that shook her throat, followed by a sniff. ‘At twenty-seven, I’m told to go to sleep. I sleep on the couch in my own home, two feet from my little brother. I work for my ex who treats me like a dog because I dumped him. His dad wants to fuck me and until I do he makes me work completely alone and for long hours. I smell, I’m pretty sure I’m losing my hair, my hands are never clean, and I-‘ There was a long pause to the point I thought she had gone to sleep. ‘I was going to have sex with a girl from the city.’

‘Big deal,’ I said. ‘We all know you’re bisexual, fuck, even Mum knows.’

‘It’s not that… It’s just that’s all it was. I was so desperate I went to the waterfall looking to fuck someone I knew I’d never meet again. Truth is, I didn’t even care about her. I was fully prepared to fuck under a shelter on a bug-ridden couch just to feel something.’

‘So… it was supposed to be a one-night-stand?’

‘Yeah.’

‘And that’s wrong because?’

‘I’m tired of being alone afterwards. I’ve got you three, the cabin, and my job. Aren’t I supposed to have something more by now?’

‘What? Like a house?’

‘I don’t know. More than this, I guess. The same reason why you came storming onto the scene, to protect the car.’

I grunted. ‘I didn’t just want to protect the car, like I said, it’s to protect all we had.’

I heard her covers shift and felt her stare intensify. ‘But do you really think the car is all we’re entitled to?’

‘It’s not, I know what you’re trying to say. We deserve more than the car. But it’s just not the reality right now. Right now, I said. Soon. We just have to wait for Kylie.’

‘To do what? To hope she gets hundreds of auditions, none of us have actually seen her dance until she took it up last year. We’re working our asses of just so she can twirl?’

‘It’s better than what we had planned with Dad.’

Savannah stayed silent.

‘That fuck left us with dreams. Least we can do is help Kylie achieve hers and maybe she’ll remember us.’

‘You know she will,’ Savannah mumbled. ‘She’s not going to forget us.’

‘We don’t know what will happen. That’s the gamble. She could be so much of a rising star we get left behind or she could go nowhere in which case we’re dying at our workplaces for nothing. Either way, I’m standing my ground. I’m not going to be like Dad.’

Savannah went silent again. ‘You did remind me of him tonight.’

‘Yeah?’

‘Well, I wasn’t trying to bang city-hotties on our old couch, but the stupid gung-ho attitude, definitely.’

‘I don’t want to talk about him.’

‘Why?’ She asked, as she always did to my always statement.

‘Because it gives him life in a place he’s dead.’

‘That’s such a “man” statement.’

‘How is wanting to not talk about someone a “man” statement? What do you want me to say?’

‘I don’t know,’ Savannah said. ‘More than this, I guess.’

‘All I know is that I want to be more. You want more, I want to be more.’

‘And what do you want to do? Really. If you’re the man of the house now, what do you want to achieve with us?’

‘I don’t know,’ I said. ‘More than this, I guess.’

*****

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Parenting was always hard, especially with me doing most of it as a single parent. My first wife and I had one child, a boy named Dylan. The marriage only lasted three years, and my ex ceded custody of Dylan to me in the divorce. Motherhood was not for her, and neither of us ever saw her again. I Raised the boy on my own for the next two years. On his fifth birthday, fate intervened.

I had planned a birthday party for Dylan, and ten friends, at the local Six Flags with the help of the parents of one of his friends co-chaperoning. While we were there, they received a call about a family emergency and told me they and their son would have to go. They offered to take some of the kids home, but I thought I could handle it and didn’t want the other kids to be disappointed by something out of their control. I quickly realized that herding ten boys by myself was beyond my abilities. As I tried to wrangle the kids into a line for one of the rides, a beautiful woman with two young girls offered to help.

“You look like you have your hands more than full,” the woman, who introduced herself as Jennifer, said, “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but it looks like you’re on your own. Would you like some help?”

I smiled and looked at the woman and the girls. “Well, if you don’t mind, sure, it’s not like you’re not busy with your kids, so I wouldn’t want to impose” he paused. “Is your husband here to help you?”

“No,” Jennifer replied, “I’m not married, and my girls’ father was not the parenting type.”

I chuckled, and when she looked alarmed, I explained my situation and how much of a coincidence it was that we were in a similar boat. We made small talk before she realized she hadn’t introduced her daughters.

“These are my girls, Anna and Shelby,” She said smiling, “you probably noticed they’re twins. They’re two and a half.”

The boys, including Dylan, could not have been less interested but fortunately had formed a semblance of a single file line with the rest of the kids waiting on the ride. The girls, who could not have been more adorable, smiled at me.

“This ride is too grown up for them,” Jennifer said, “but we’ll wait here with you while the boys ride, and then we’ll figure out how to maneuver around the park with twelve kids!” She laughed.

I was incredibly relieved. Not only did I have newfound help, but Jennifer was gorgeous. She was about 5’6″, with long blonde hair, blue eyes, and incredibly physically fit. She was wearing a red floral sundress that showed off some impressive cleavage from what looked to be C-cup breasts. The girls looked like mini versions of their mom, even at two, with blonde hair and the same piercing blue eyes.

With Jennifer’s help, we all survived the theme park, and she and I enjoyed each other’s company. Her smile was contagious. Before we left the park, I had asked her out on a date.

She initially frowned slightly, which caused my heart to sink, but she explained, “I’d love to but finding a babysitter isn’t easy.”

“Not a problem,” I smiled, “I have a part-time nanny for Dylan, and the girls can stay at my house while we go out. Maria is terrific and will love your girls. More importantly, you can trust her.”

Jennifer beamed, “Well, in that case, Charlie, I accept!”

At that point in my life, I made a good living as an engineer for a major appliance manufacturer while building a small company making Bluetooth and WiFi temperature controls for outdoor cooking. I took care of Dylan, helped out with the girls, and treated Jenn to excellent restaurants and the occasional weekend getaway. After only six months, we married with all three kids participating in the ceremony.

The next ten years were almost perfect. Dylan loved his new mom, and I adored the girls and spoiled them rotten. Being the only dad they had ever known, they were daddy’s girls. After hiring a law firm, Jennifer and I adopted each other’s kids. My side hustle had become my full-time job, and Jenn had continued her career as an ER nurse at a local hospital.

The week after the twins’ twelfth birthday, I received an offer from a significant outdoor grill and cooking supply company for my not so little any more company.

I was to stay as a consultant but gradually move away from the day-to-day operations. I had earned enough money to semi-retire at forty-three years old. It meant more time for Dylan’s football game, Anna and Shelby’s soccer games, and more time for family vacations, which we began to plan immediately. Then tragedy struck.

I had finished my coffee and was about to check my email when I received a call from the

ER, where Jennifer worked. They asked me to get there as fast as I could. Unfortunately, I was too late. Jennifer had suffered an aneurism right after finishing her shift and had died almost instantly. The kids and I were devastated. I ensured that all three kids received the help they needed to cope, and we persevered as a family the best we could. Suddenly, I was a single Magosa Escort dad again, with two adolescent girls and a teenage boy. Maria had been with us full-time for years at that point, and she was a godsend. Especially with the twins. What did I know about teenage girls?

The thing is, nobody knows enough about teenagers, maybe, especially teen girls. As I said, though, we survived, and the kids thrived. When he graduated, Dylan had his pick of colleges, eventually settling on North Carolina. The girls did even better three years later, with Anna graduating high school as valedictorian and Shelby as salutatorian. They both chose to attend Duke. If you think that was easy, you don’t know girls but, again, we survived.

Shortly before Shelby and Anna graduated high school, I bought a house on a big piece of land in the mountains outside Asheville. I had figured if I were going to be an empty nester before I hit fifty, I would love some space to stretch out. I built a large workshop and focused on the backyard and garden space. On graduation weekend, I threw the twins a spectacular party. We had almost no family, especially not in North Carolina, but the kids invited friends, and Maria and her relatively new boyfriend, Marco, were there too.

Everything turned out beautifully. The backyard was the ideal party spot, and the caterer I had hired seemed to have something to please everyone. I also had an announcement.

“For her years of service, I have offered to deed our house in Charlotte to Maria for her years of service to this family.” Everyone clapped, “She has asked instead if I would sell it and let her keep the proceeds, as she and Marco would like to move to Texas, and why is that Maria?” I motioned to her.

“We’re getting married!” She said, leaning over and giving Marco a smooch.

Everyone clapped again and raised their glasses. “To Maria and Marco!” everyone said in unison. Everything was changing. Keep in mind that this was May of 2019. No one had any idea what was coming.

As we all know now, all hell broke loose the following March. Both UNC and Duke went remote for the duration, and all three kids returned home. It was the first time we lived together at the mountain house.

At first, it was just the uncertainty we all felt, but after a month or so, I noticed that Dylan and the girls were feeling the stress.

“It’s bullshit, dad!” He complained, “We haven’t been anywhere in weeks. My girlfriend broke up with me because we have no idea when we’ll be back at school!” He sighed, “It’s bullshit.”

I sympathized with Dylan. In his last year in college, he was stuck on a mountain, fifty miles from any semblance of a city, and his girlfriend dumped him. Still, alternating between sulking and losing his shit wouldn’t change anything. I watched him storm off and up the stairs.

“He’s bored, dad,” Anna said from the kitchen table, where she sat eating yogurt and berries.

“I know, sweetie,” I said, looking at her, “He just needs to blow off steam.”

She laughed, flipping her head back so that her hair returned to one side. It was her go-to move when she knew something I didn’t. “Never mind, dad,” she said, “it’s nothing. Hey, I’m heading downstairs to the gym. See you later!” She said, turning to go. She wore tight gym shorts that showed off her tight, toned ass. It crossed my mind that it wasn’t the most fatherly thought, but it was tough to miss. Her sister dressed similarly, with neither wearing bras in the house. They both looked so much like their mother that it made me ache.

About a week later, I had gone for a run. When I returned to the house, I heard yelling from upstairs. As I stepped onto the second floor, I saw Anna in the hallway outside Shelby’s room wearing nothing but a tee-shirt and blue panties. Her posture was stiff, frowning, and her arms were crossed. As I got closer to her and looked in the open doorway, I saw Dylan naked on his back on the bed, and Shelby was equally naked and had impaled herself on his cock. She was grinning at Anna, clearly enjoying that her sister was annoyed at their activities. However, she abruptly stopped, jumped off of Dylan, and stood up when she spotted me.

“Oh my God, dad!” Shelby yelled, improbably covering her breasts even though the rest of her was naked, and I could see her shaved pubic area and her glistening, freshly fucked pussy.

While Shelby was attempting a lame attempt at pretending she wasn’t doing what she was doing, Dylan didn’t seem to care. If anything, he seemed annoyed.

“Really, dad? You caught us, but you couldn’t have let us finish?” He grinned with bravado that was quickly leaving his face when anger flashed across mine.

“I’m not sure pissing me off is the right approach, son,” I said, not knowing what to say if I was being honest.

“It’s so fucking boring, dad!” Dylan said, “It’s only sex; what’s the big deal? I mean, Anna and I haven’t fucked, but she’s sucked my dick a few Kıbrıs Escort times; I’m not sure why she’s acting so shocked.”

I looked at Anna, her face suddenly red from Dylan’s admission. “Is that true, honey?”

She looked down, averting my gaze, “Yeah, but I felt bad for him. He’s been so down lately, and I like giving blow jobs. I wasn’t going to fuck him!”

Silent until that point, Shelby chimed in, “Well, if he’s going to get off, why shouldn’t I?” she said, addressing her sister. She no longer seemed all that uncomfortable, despite my presence.

Time seemed to stand still for me for a minute. My kids were arguing amongst each other, but I was sizing up Shelby’s naked body for the first time. I was struck by how closely her body was to her mother’s was all those years ago. Her breasts were firm C cups; I had seen both girls without bras before and the form of their breasts, but seeing Shelby naked and aroused was different. Her areola was bright pink, and her nipples were as hard as little rocks. Her stomach was completely flat, and her pussy, which I had noticed a few minutes earlier, was shaved. Her pussy was shorter than some, lengthwise, and her outer labia were prominent without being oversized. Her recent intercourse had engorged the entire area. My mind wandered, and I wondered if Anna was as identical as she was everywhere else. As I glanced at Anna, one thing was for sure: her nipples were equally as hard and poking through her tee-shirt.

I was brought out of my daydreams by Dylan’s voice. “If you wanted me to fuck you, Anna, all you had to do was ask.” I saw him smirking at her.

“Ok, that’s enough. I wasn’t sure what I would do about the situation, but it was clear I had to dial down the emotions before we could go on. I turned and proceeded downstairs. Everyone put some clothes on and meet me in the living room.”

I poured myself a scotch and settled in my leather chair in our living room. The room had large windows and a doorway to a large screened-in porch. I looked at the mountains when Shelby and Anna entered the room together. Despite recent events, I chuckled to myself that they had chosen nearly the same casual clothes. Anna had changed to a green tank top and white shorts, while Shelby had a turquoise tank top and white shorts. When they were little, I often asked them to dress differently as sometimes it was tough to tell them apart. These days, although they had the same straight blonde hair, Anna wore hers shoulder-length while Shelby wore hers longer. The image of Shelby’s long hair flowing down her back as she bounced on her brother’s dick was etched in my brain.

“Dad,” Shelby said, looking at me, “I’m not sure what to say.” She paused, then continued, “it was only sex.” Her eyes pleaded with me to understand.

Dylan chose that moment to walk into the room. “Sure,” I said, looking at her and then at Dylan. “but it was sex with your brother. Even worse,” I continued, “I saw it.”

“Maybe you didn’t want to see us fuck, but you liked seeing me naked, Dad.” She looked me in the eye, “I could tell.”

Anna laughed, “Duh, Shelby,” she said, “we’re hot, and Dad’s a man; of course, he liked seeing you naked, maybe not so much fucking, though.”

“I’ll speak for myself, Anna,” I said mildly annoyed “that’s not the point, Shelby.”

“What’s the point here, dad?” Dylan chimed in, “Is that it’s weird? I mean, they’re not my blood sisters, so it’s not incest. Anna started it; she thought I was tense, so she sucked my cock a few times, including yesterday. Shelby said she’d suck me too, but only if she got off. I made that happen. Life kind of sucks right now,” he sighed. “sex is fun, and yeah, Shelby and Anna are smoking hot.”

I stood up and paced the floor. “This isn’t exactly in parenting manuals, and you’re all adults,” I said, “let me turn this around, though.” I looked at Anna, “If I was tense, would you offer to suck my cock?” I regretted it the minute I said it. I was trying to make a point, and I guess I thought it would help them get perspective. Instead, the girls looked at each other, their expressions unreadable.

Anna spoke, “I don’t know, Dad, maybe.”

Dylan grinned, “They’re both good at it, Dad.”

I sat down in my chair and unbuttoned my shorts. I had tried making a point, and it backfired. Something snapped in my head, “Ok, prove it.”

Anna looked confused but started to get up; Shelby got up faster and said, “If this stops this awkwardness, I’ll do it.” She got down on her knees in front of me and pulled down my shorts and underwear, causing my cock to spring out. “It’s big,” she said, giggling. “Like father, like son, I guess.”

Shelby gripped the base of my cock and pushed her hair out of the way as she went to work. Her hand gripping my rapidly hardening love muscle was exhilarating as I felt her warm breath, followed by her tongue, which she ran from the base up to the head before closing her mouth. She continued to Lefkoşa Escort grip my cock with her hand while she took more in her mouth but quickly released her grip and let her mouth do the work. As I was enjoying my daughter’s expert cocksucking, I was getting glimpses of her perfectly firm breasts inside her loose tank top.

Shelby noticed me looking down her shirt, pulled her mouth off my cock, and pulled off the tank top. “Here, dad,” she said, “Take a better look.” She grinned and took me back into her mouth. It had been a long time since I had a woman suck my cock not to mention an enthusiastic nineteen-year-old. Occasionally, she would take her mouth off, run her tongue along the shaft, gently lick my balls, and repeat the routine. I wasn’t sure how long I could hold out, but I enjoyed the treatment I was getting so much that I willed myself to hold back. Trying to distract myself, I looked around the room and eventually noticed that Anna was giving her brother the same treatment her sister was giving me. The only sounds were slurping, and the occasional male groan.

Eventually, I couldn’t hold out anymore, given the blow job skills of Shelby. “Honey,” I said, “I’m about to cum.” She grinned at me, which was all that needed to unleash several jets of pent-up cum into her pretty little mouth. She made sure to show me she was swallowing every drop.

As she stood up, I first hugged her and then took each of her beautiful breasts in my mouth one at a time, running my tongue around each nipple. I crooked my ring finger between the folds of her labia and gently worked it in. At the same time, I pushed my hand down her shorts to find her hot, wet pussy. I pulled my hand back up to my mouth and licked her sweet, young juices.

“I want to eat your pussy, Shelby,” I said, moving her down to the couch. She unbuttoned her shorts, and I pulled them off. I looked over at Austin and Anna and saw that he was filling her pretty little mouth as I had her sister’s moments before.

I focused on Shelby’s gorgeous body, now sprawled out on the couch. As I had noticed when she was fucking her brother, her pussy was shaved bare. It was thin, and her labia were small but pronounced. Her clitoral hood was more oversized than expected, given the narrow slit. I buried my face between her legs and started running my tongue in clockwork circles around the lips. The musky smell of her young cunt was perfume to my nose. I continued licking around her slit and began to dart my tongue into her hole every few rotations. She was moaning and squirming under my tongue’s assault.

“Oh my God, daddy!” Shelby moaned

I continued circling her labia with the tip of my tongue but started hitting her clit on every rotation. After the third or fourth time, she exploded in an orgasm; I slowed down and did it again. Her pussy was literally gushing. I remembered how much I loved eating pussy. After making her cum for the third time, I moved up her body, licking each of her breasts, and then moved to her mouth, kissing her. The kiss covered her lips with her juices. My cock was hard, and I wanted to fuck her, but I wasn’t ready yet. Instead, I collapsed on top of her.

“Holy shit, dad,” Shelby said,” no one has ever done that to me, not like that!” She said as she leaned against me on the couch. We had sat up and were watching Austin eating Anna’s pussy.

“He’s not as good as you, dad,” she said. “You have to do that to Anna later.”

I smiled, wondering what the hell we had started.

About half an hour later, we were all sitting in the living room again. The girls had put their panties back on; their magnificent breasts remained exposed. The kids were sharing a bottle of red wine, and I had poured another Scotch. No one had said much.

“I’m not sure what to say,” I started, “this wasn’t anything I ever imagined.”

“I never imagined it either, dad,” Austin said, “I was bored and horny, and things happened.”

“I don’t know,” Anna chimed in, “I freaked out when Shelby and Austin were fucking, but it makes sense in a way. I mean, we’re all stuck here.” She looked at me with a quizzical look, “When did you have sex last, dad?” She asked.

“Before your sister’s blow job?” I asked smiling

“Yeah, no, dad. Real sex.” She looked me in the eye.

“Remember Belinda?” I asked. I hesitated in answering.

“Belinda? You haven’t seen her since we were sixteen, right?”

“Sounds right,” I said.

“Dad!” Shelby exclaimed, “you haven’t had sex in three years?”

I shrugged.

“That’s fucked up,” the girls said in unison. We all laughed.

“That’s too long, dad,” Anna said more seriously, “I haven’t had sex in four months, and that’s too long. That’s why I understood what Austin was feeling. Shelby just took it further than I would. I wanted to, though.” She looked down, “Now I want to.”

I was in a room with my two half-naked daughters, and my willpower was gone. I had to fight every instinct in my body not to fuck Shelby, even though I knew it was probably inevitable, and now Anna was admitting she wanted to fuck. I got up, walked up to Anna, and held my hand for her to stand up. “Let’s go upstairs,” I said as I led her towards the stairs.

“We’re coming too, dad!” Shelby grinned, “This is so bad!”

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“How to lose my virginity?”

“Can I lose my virginity without having sex?”

Sam was shocked to see these statements in the recently searched options in his browser.

Was this some error? Was his laptop hacked? What was happening?

Sam had a hard day at work today. His boss had been acting up crazy the whole day. He wanted to get home and release some pressure.

But his wife, Jennie, wasn’t home when he got back. She never was. She always had to attend a party every night. And when she came back home, either she was too tired or too drunk to have sex with him.

He had to relieve himself to sleep most of the nights. Tonight was going to be a similar night.

When Sam got home, he reheated the pasta from the fridge. He knew his daughter, Anne, may not have eaten too. So he called her down from her room, and they ate together.

He tried asking Anne about her day and studies, but it seemed she had enough on her plate too. So he decided not to go deep into it. They said good night to each other and went to their rooms.

Reaching his room, Sam fired up his laptop to watch porn and get himself off.

And that’s when he saw these typed-in searches.

Sam’s mind was working too fast for him to comprehend the situation. He knew who hadn’t searched these statements in his browser.

It had been a good few years since he was concerned about his virginity. So it wasn’t him for sure. Having delivered Anne 18 years ago, Mon wouldn’t be curious about it too.

Was it Anne? Was she the one trying to find some answers?

But Anne’s 18. She couldn’t possibly be a virgin till now. Sam had seen that body of hers grow in front of his eyes. No one with a body like that could remain a virgin at 18.

Sam had never tried to get a deliberate eye on Anne’s body. But he’d be blind not to notice.

He had noticed how tight her boobs looked in her shirts. He had wondered how hard the buttons of her shirt had to work to keep her huge boobs in. Especially when Anne walks down her stairs to the living room, she doesn’t walk per se, but she jumps down the stairs, and her Kıbrıs Escort boobs bounce with her too.

And that ass. It was pure torture not to look at it. Sam didn’t have to try too much to sneak a look too. Anne often wore jeans tight enough for him to make out her curves. Or she donned a skirt too short to contain her massive ass.

There was no way in hell guys in her school hadn’t tried to hit that.

So why was Anne curious about losing her virginity?

Most importantly, why was she searching for this on his laptop when she had hers?

Should he call Anne and ask her?

But what would he ask! It would be so embarrassing for her. And for him too. Sam tried thinking, what could the reason be!

Whatever it was, it could wait. Sam had to get off and get to sleep. But he had to get rid of these searches first. Sam went on to delete his search history, and that’s when it struck him. Anne hadn’t searched these questions on his laptop. She had in hers. It showed up in his history because Anne’s google account was also signed in from his laptop.

A few days back, Anne’s laptop had stopped working, and she had used Sam’s till she bought a new one. She had to do her assignments. She must have signed into her google account from his laptop and forgotten about it.

So one mystery was solved.

The other question was still poking his brain. Why was Anne searching for these? Was she really a virgin? Or was it for some science project or something? God knows what they teach in school nowadays.

He didn’t want to think about it anymore, so Sam deleted the search history.

All this had distracted him from his plan of jerking himself off, so he decided to check a few emails. He was answering an email when he heard a noise from the living room. Anne had gone to her room when he came to his. Maybe Mon was back from her party. He shut his laptop and went down to inquire about the noise.

When Sam came down, he saw the light coming from the living room.

Someone was watching TV.

He walked towards the sound and saw Anne lying on Lefkoşa Escort the sofa, looking at her phone in her hand. The TV was on, but she wasn’t even watching it. She was very intently looking at something on her phone. Anne was lying on her back, and her legs were on the arms of the sofa.

Sam was standing at the back of her head. From his position, he could see the mound of Anne’s milky white breasts from the hem of the top she was wearing. Sam couldn’t see much of her tits. He glanced further down. Anne had her leg in such a position that her skirt had ridden up to her hips. But he could only see her thighs.

Anne was being such a tease without even knowing it.

He didn’t realize how long he had been standing there gawking at his daughter’s body. He had to do something. So he went towards the sofa and stood closer to Anne’s head. He put his hand over her shoulder and called her name.

As soon as Anne heard her name, she flinched and sprung up. She looked a bit flustered seeing her father. Sam couldn’t understand her reaction. Why was she so surprised?

Sam saw Anne holding her phone tightly near her chest. Was she hiding something? Maybe she was talking to a guy when he walked in.

Sam didn’t stay much longer with her. He understood she wanted him gone, and he required some privacy too. He took a bottle of water from the fridge and returned to his room.

He was still confused by Anne’s behavior but put it up to teenage behavior. He opened his laptop to finish his reply to the email. After doing that, he opened his browser again. Finally, he could do what he had intended since returning - to jerk off mindlessly to some porn.

But his bitch luck again!

New searches were done in the browser.

“Can I orgasm myself?”

“How can I get myself off?”

“Should I insert my fingers into my vagina?”

“What can I do to lose my virginity?”

OH, GOD!

Sam couldn’t believe what he was seeing and thinking. First, this proves his daughter was a virgin. And secondly, that’s what she was searching for just now, lying Girne Escort on that couch. She was thinking of inserting her fingers in her pussy while he was standing there.

Sam didn’t know his 18-year-old daughter was so naive in sexual matters. He always knew Mon was an absent wife but was she such a worthless mother too? Didn’t she have the birds and bees talk with their daughter?

Anne knew nothing of her body and the pleasures of sex at the age of 18.

She was trying to know how to get herself off. So that means she’s never had an orgasm before. Oh my God! Sam’s cock was getting hard thinking about this. He could come simply by thinking about his innocent virgin daughter.

His princess was as pure as the day she was born.

And that’s when Sam decided he was the one who would pluck her cherry. He would teach his daughter whatever there was to know about sex. Sam wouldn’t only tell her; he would teach her all of it himself. Sam would give Anne her first orgasm. He would show her how she could pleasure men, especially her father.

As he was thinking about everything he would do to Anne, Sam didn’t notice he had been rubbing his cock over his pants.

Sam couldn’t control it any longer. He pulled his pants down and held his cock in his hands. He was rock hard. He went over his idea of how he would defile Anne, and he’d enjoy every second of it.

He thrust his cock in his hands and imagined Anne’s mouth over it. Her tiny mouth enveloped his giant cock. She wouldn’t be able to take even half of it. Sam would pop its head in Anne’s mouth and graze the tip inside her cheeks. He’d hold her head, shove his cock against her throat, and let her choke on it.

Sam continued pumping his cock as he would fuck Anne’s mouth. In very little time, he came all over his hands.

Sam had never come so hard and so fast before. Well, he never had fucked his daughter before, too, so that’s okay. He cleaned himself up and got into his bed.

He refreshed his browser one last time to see if Anne had searched any more of her queries. She had.

“Where can I learn how to orgasm?”

“Can I learn online how to get myself off?”

With that, Sam knew what he needed to do. He had formulated the perfect plan to fuck his daughter. Sam made a new mail account, sent an email, and went off to sleep.

He would have to work for it, but he would have her soon.

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A mother and son; love and criminals

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Slash and Shooter were partners in crime and had been since they were children. Dedicated career criminals, they were in the bottom five percent of the social demographic. Career would indicate a dedication to craft, and the truth is that neither was dedicated to much of anything. Their primary source of income was the sale of drugs, preferably crack cocaine. Their problem was that they were also active users of the same drug. That being the case they often ran short of funds to buy drugs and turned to other crimes to make up the difference.

Their preferred method of obtaining money was to purse snatch or mug some unsuspecting citizen. If their victim chose to fight back, then Slash wouldn’t hesitate to demonstrate how he got his name. Shooter was a bit more careful in demonstrating his name since there was a pronounced noise element to shooting someone. Not getting caught was the only concern the two sociopathic criminals had. They were violent, without remorse, and scum of the lowest order.

It was Saturday night and Slash and Shooter were on the prowl. They desperately needed money to maintain the low lifestyle they were accustomed to. Shooter was the first to see the couple walking down the darkened street. The woman’s purse was being carried loosely on her arm and would make easy pickings. The two young men began to follow the couple.

Stacy and Rob Worthington had just left the homeless shelter where Stacy volunteered her time. Rob didn’t like his mother working late at the shelter and always made sure that he escorted her to and from there. To be honest, he didn’t like her working there at all because he thought it was much too dangerous. Since his father had died in the car crash his mother had dedicated much of her time to the shelter as her way of coping with the loss. Now a year later, Rob had nearly given up on talking her out of doing it.

His mother had worked much later than usual due to the holidays. Many of the streetlights in the area had been shot out by the gang members and the street had sporadic lighting at best. Fortunately, they were only one block over from the warehouse district that was much better lighted, and much better policed.

Unfortunately, Slash and Shooter were going to catch them before they made it to the next block. Were it not for Rob’s concern about his mother and his vigilance, there is no telling how the night might have ended.

Rob had just turned his head to scan behind them when he saw someone running up to them with arms outstretched. He reacted without thinking, striking out at the body rapidly approaching his mother. Shooter was completely taken by surprise as his head impacted the side of the brick building. He fell to the sidewalk, blood streaming from his head.

Rob grabbed his confused mother’s hand, “Run Mom! Now!” They ran as hard as they could toward the lit streets on the next block.

Behind them, Slash pulled a groggy Shooter to his feet, and they stumbled, then ran, in pursuit. The two criminals were not about to let Rob and Stacy get away. They had reputations to maintain, and they weren’t about to let some lame-ass couple make them look bad.

Rob and Stacy rounded the corner running flat out. Rob desperately looked for a police car or any form of help. The streets were deserted, and he was becoming desperate. The warehouses were dark and obviously closed for the night. The parking lots were empty, except for one half a block away. That lot was well lit and had roughly twenty cars parked in it. The cars were near one building and Rob pulled his mother along as they rushed toward that building.

The couple arrived at the door to the building breathless. Rob tried the door, but it was immovable. He pounded on the door four times hard. He paused for a moment to look around and heard the click of a solenoid lock. He quickly pulled the door open and pulled his mother inside. A massive man stood inside smiling at the breathless couple. Rob panted for breath, “Thank god! My mom and I are being chased by muggers.

Stan was the doorman, and he couldn’t help but laugh at their antics. Hell, they knew the knock code, so he knew they were supposed to be here. He gave them kudos for their creativity with the whole mom and son thing. He pulled the inner door open and waved them through. He wished he was allowed inside. He would have liked to watch what happened next with them.

An hour later he saw the two muggers lurking around the parking lot and he realized his mistake. By then it was much too late.

~~~~~{}~~~~~

Rob held his mother’s hand tightly as they walked down the hallway. Both were very confused by the reaction of the doorman. Why the hell was he laughing? They paused in the hallway to catch their breath and Rob turned to his mother, “Are you OK Mom?”

Her pale face looked up at him, “I’m fine I think.”

Suddenly she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him for all she was worth. Rob put his arms around her and held her close, Lefkoşa Escort “It’s alright Mom. I think we’re safe now. Let’s go inside and call the police.

Stacy was so proud of her handsome son. He had been her rock since her husband’s death, constantly watching over her. Now he had saved her from those evil men. Strange feelings swept over her body as he held her close. Feelings she felt guilty about because they were feelings a mother should never have for her son. Lately she had caught herself looking at her son differently and that scared her.

Rob wasn’t sure what had come over him. His adrenalin was through the roof and his mother’s body clinging to him was having a profound effect on him. He felt himself becoming aroused and he immediately felt like a horrible son. This was his mom, holding onto him for protection. Much to his embarrassment, his nineteen-year-old body had a mind of its own and often disobeyed his logical brain.

He kissed his mother’s cheek and couldn’t help but wonder what her lips would taste like. He mentally slapped himself. Stacy felt the kiss on her cheek and realized that she desperately wanted to feel his lips on hers. She flushed with embarrassment and guilt. In a daze, she slowly dropped her arms from around his neck. Her hands slid down his chest, almost caressingly. Rob took her hand and led her the rest of the way down the hallway. They walked through an ornate entry door and into a massive low-lit room.

They were met by an usher who escorted them to a large couch. Rob and Stacy were very confused, but compliantly sat down. Rob grasped the usher’s arm, “Please help. My mother and I were attacked! Would you please let us use the telephone to call the police?”

The usher grinned down at Rob, “Nice role play you have going. You know that there are no phones allowed you silly boy! Now, I have work to do. You folks enjoy yourselves.”

They usher quickly walked away while Rob and Stacy looked at each other with confusion. Neither knew what was going on in this place they had so suddenly found themselves. Rob held his mother’s hand tightly as they both attempted to make sense of their strange surroundings.

Their couch was in a semi-circle consisting of couches like the one they were sitting on. A round stage was centered in front of the couches, and on the stage, there were a variety of strange contraptions, hanging chains, and an extremely large bed.

A waitress came up to them, “Would you folks like something to drink?”

Rob looked up at her, “I don’t suppose you would mind calling the police for us? Mom and I nearly got robbed a few minutes ago and we had to run in here to get away.”

The waitress smiled, “Ooh, this is a good one. I don’t remember anyone trying this before. Have fun with it. In the meanwhile, what would you like to drink?”

Rob gave up for the moment, “Uh, a Coke for me and a glass of Chardonnay for mom. The waitress walked away and returned within a few minutes. She set the glasses down on a nearby coffee table. She smiled, “Enjoy the show!” They watched as she strutted away toward the next couch.

Things got quiet as the lighting was diminished to the point where the couches on either side were in shadow. They could see the shapes and movement of people but couldn’t make out much in the way of details. The stage was down lit by small spotlights in the ceiling, leaving it as an oasis of light in the room.

A statuesque woman walked out onto the stage. Rob was immediately taken by how striking her looks were. She reminded him of a runway model for Victoria’s Secret, not only by her looks, but also by the way she was barely dressed. Her ebony skin and nearly shaven head were very exotic. As she approached the front of the stage, he could clearly see the nipples on her erect breasts and the cleft of her shaven mound. He reacted typically for his age with a massive erection.

Stacy was shocked and a bit intimidated by the exotic beauty standing in front of her. Her pride in her own body had faded after her husband’s death, even though she worked hard to maintain it. She didn’t feel sexy anymore except on those occasions when her son Rob complimented her. He seemed to always find something to compliment her on. She felt a little tingle when she thought about her handsome son.

She was further shocked when two very fit white men joined the ebony beauty on stage. Her face flushed in embarrassment and arousal as they walked up on either side of the woman. The only thing the men were wearing were male stripper G-strings that bulged dramatically. The men each grabbed a wrist and pulled the beauty toward the chains hanging down from the ceiling. She struggled against them, but they were much too strong for her. They pulled her hands up and secured them to the shackles at the end of the chains. One of the men moved to a wheel on the wall and began to rotate it. The chains started pulling upward until her arms were stretched above her and her feet were barely on the floor.

Rob looked over at his Girne Escort mother and she looked back at him in shock. He leaned toward her, “I have no idea what is going on here. Are you Okay?”

She looked a bit shocked, “I don’t know either, but we can’t leave. You know those men are waiting for us outside. I suppose I can handle seeing some naked people if you can.”

Rob continued to hold his mother’s hand, “I guess we don’t have a choice but to stay.” Rob put his other arm around his mother’s waist and sat close to her. Their attention returned to the stage and Stacy came unglued, “Oh my god Rob! Look what they are doing to her! I mean, don’t look. Oh crap, I don’t know what to say.”

Rob could see that his mother was as red in the face as he had ever seen her. Her arms were covered in goose bumps, and he could swear that her nipples were pressing through the front of her button-down dress. Maybe it was wisdom beyond his years, or maybe he was just good at reading his mother, but he though he knew what she was feeling.

He knew because he felt the same way, lost, confused, and getting more aroused by the second. This thing, whatever it was, that the two of them were experiencing was by far the most erotic thing either of them had ever seen. And it was just getting started.

What Stacy saw that affected her so much was there on the stage under the lights. One of the men was kissing the goddess, because that is what she was, with obvious passion while the other was caressing her breasts. The two men traded places and the woman was again subjected to a passionate kiss while being fondled. The goddess didn’t appear to be objecting much. As a matter of fact, she seemed very taken with the two men.

Stacy nervously clutched her son’s hand and pulled it into her lap. She suddenly realized her son’s hand was now within inches of her crotch, even if her dress was covering it. It was too late to move it now. Rob would be embarrassed and so would she, if she made a big deal out of it. Anyway, if truth be known, she liked the warmth of his hand. He was her rock after her husband died and they had connected as something more than mother and son. What that was had yet to be defined. What she did know was that his touch thrilled her in a way she had never felt before.

Stacy was in a situation outside of her experience. She decided to believe that her relationship with her son would get them through this craziness. They were here for the duration, and they might as well settle in. While what they were seeing was shocking, it was also exciting in a delicious new way. Still, she had to maintain her decorum in front of Rob.

Rob’s view of his mother changed after his father died. He would often sleep with her, holding her through her grief. In those times he realized that she wasn’t just his mom. She was a vulnerable woman that deserved his kindness. Somewhere along the way he realized that she was a beautiful woman and he tried not to think about that. The problem was that he saw her all the time. He couldn’t avoid seeing her beauty and it drove him a little bit nuts.

Stacy moved her hand so that she wasn’t clenching Rob’s so hard and as a result his hand was resting on her thigh with hers on top. Rob looked down at his hand, then at his mother. He then decided he liked where his hand was very much and turned back toward the stage. He did notice that his mom was starting to breath a bit heavily. Then he saw why.

The men had advanced in their captive’s seduction. The goddess was now fully nude. One man was licking and sucking on her breasts while the other was squatting down and very obviously eating her pussy. The goddess was in the throes of an orgasm. Stacy and Rob turned toward each other, their heads nearly colliding. Rob went low to avoid hitting his mother and his lips landed on her neck at her shoulder.

Rob didn’t think about it, he just reacted. He kissed his mother’s neck. Then he kissed his way up her neck and nipped her earlobe. He breathed in her scent for a moment, “You smell amazing.”

Stacy’s reaction outwardly was a rapid intake of breath followed by a barely audible moan. Internally, she was on fire. She had never felt so aroused in her life. What did Rob just do to her? She suddenly had no problem with Rob’s hand on her thigh, now rubbing very near to her crotch. Rob moved away from her ear and their lips touched.

Very tentative at first, almost like it was accidental, their lips pressed together. Neither of them could have said when it turned into an open mouth kiss, but it didn’t take long. Rob’s pent-up passion for his mother, for the woman, was invested in his kiss. Stacy nearly fainted from the thrill of it. She now knew that what she had been feeling was a very intense attraction to her own son.

It suddenly hit her what that meant. She had feelings for her son that were not motherly. Her mind tried to understand, and her thoughts raced. ‘This is so wrong. We can’t do this. Why can’t we do this? It’s nobody’s business but our own.’ Magosa Escort Until finally, she realized that she wanted Rob not as his mom, but as a woman.

Rob’s nervous hand went to the buttons at the bottom of Stacy’s dress. He unbuttoned two of them and her dress spread slightly, allowing him to place his hand on her bare thigh. The thrill that went through him was indescribable. Stacy made no move to stop him. In fact, she became more aroused as his hand caressed her thigh within inches of her crotch. Her attention turned back to the stage as Rob slowly stroked his hand up and down her thigh.

They watched as the two men unshackled the very aroused goddess and moved her to the bed. Rob heard his mother gasp as the two men revealed their erect cocks. The men moved onto the bed and rolled the goddess onto her hands and knees. One of the men moved to her head and presented his cock for her to suck. She immediately took him in her mouth while the second man moved behind her. Rob and Stacy had a perfect view as he slid his cock slowly into the goddess’s wanton pussy.

Rob and Stacy were breathing rapidly as the two men spit roasted the goddess. Her moans could be heard loudly as she was swept away into sexual nirvana. Rob again turned his head toward his mother. Their lips met again in a lustful kiss. His tongue entered her mouth and she met it with her own. Stacy’s hand moved from her own lap over to her son’s. She began to run her hand up and down the erection that was so prominently displayed in his slacks.

The threesome on the stage was rapidly building to a conclusion. The goddess was sucking enthusiastically on one man’s cock while the other man was fucking her hard and fast. The man she was sucking reached orgasm first, filling her mouth with his cum. The second man kept pounding her pussy for a few moments more before spilling his seed deep inside her. The threesome rested on the bed for a while before finally climbing off the bed and leaving the stage.

A well-dressed woman walked in front of Rob and Stacy. Their lips separated and they looked rather guiltily up at the woman. She smiled down at them, “Hi, I’m Tess. Please come with me.” She reached out her hands for them and they tentatively let her take them. She pulled them to their feet and led them onto the stage. Stacy was suddenly very nervous, while Rob seemed to be just confused.

Two new men walked onto the stage. They were fully naked and very well endowed. The woman pulled the couple close and talked low so that only the mother and son could hear, “That’s Bill and John standing over there. They are very good at what they do. Ok, here’s the deal. Word has gotten around. You two have got everyone here very excited, and it’s time to put up or shut up. You have three choices. First, you can wimp out and leave. Second, Bill and John can act out stealing your mother away and fucking her in front of you. Or, third, you can chain your mother up and fuck her yourself. I know three is what everyone here wants to see.

Rob and Stacy turned to each other. They knew that leaving wasn’t an option. Rob also knew that there was no way in hell he was letting someone fuck his mother. He felt his excitement rise as he realized there was only one option they could choose. He was a bit nervous about being on a stage, but he soon turned his attention to Stacy. He quickly forgot about the stage and the people watching. He wanted her so badly that she filled his eyes and his thoughts.

Stacy was torn. On one hand, she was extremely nervous and everything she knew screamed out to her that she mustn’t do this. On the other hand, she couldn’t remember ever being this aroused. She lusted for her son. When it hit her that they couldn’t leave she knew what her choice was. She turned to Rob, “It has to be you and me. This is very hard for me so please be kind.”

Rob kissed his mother’s lips, “I couldn’t be anything but kind to you mom. I love you and I want you.”

Tess was grinning now, “Wonderful! I have to say you two really have role play down pat. If you two weren’t so obviously in love I could almost believe you really are mother and son. Now, Bill and John will help your mom with the chains.”

Bill and John walked over and took Stacy’s hands. They walked her over to the chains but didn’t immediately place her wrists in them. Instead, the two men stood on either side of her. They began unbuttoning her dress, Bill working from the top, while John worked up from the bottom. Stacy stood there stoically, her nerves almost getting the best of her as the two men quickly stripped her dress off. John reached behind her and quickly released her bra. Bill grabbed it and pulled it away from her body. The men then grabbed her hands and secured them to the chains. Bill went to the wall and turned the crank, raising Stacy’s arms until her feet were barely touching the floor. Stacy stood shaking nervously, anticipating her son’s touch.

Rob stood in shock. He had never seen his mother’s naked breasts. She didn’t wear a bra when they slept together, but they were always contained within her night gown. That was the closest he had ever been to seeing them. He couldn’t take his eyes off her nearly naked body. She was so beautiful that it literally shocked him into immobility. He knew that he wanted her more than he had wanted anything in his young life.

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Daughter’s Slutty Fun

Leyla Umayyah

Kimmy’s braces flashed as she beamed at me. She lay atop her father, the nineteen-year-old girl practically glowing after having her virginity popped. My own pussy was so juicy from watching. I had such a delicious orgasm capturing the entire event on my camera phone. I set that on the nightstand as I headed to the bed, my round tits rising and falling with my excitement.

Mr. Myers glanced at me, his eyes still a little dazed. He’d paid to have sex with me tonight, not his daughter. He didn’t know he’d be popping Kimmy’s cherry until he pulled off his makeshift blindfold and witnessed his daughter straddling him, his cock at the entrance of her pure pussy, her blonde hair spilling about her girlish face, her small breasts quivering with her excitement. Then she slammed her pussy down his dick, losing her virginity. She rode her daddy so hard.

They had that special bond a girl could only feel while having sex with her daddy. I felt it with mine every time he was in me.

And now it was time for me to join the fun. I hungered for it. Kimmy slid off her daddy’s softening cock. His dick flopped out of her cunt glistening with her juices. Kimmy clamped her hand over her snatch, holding in the flood of incestuous cream. She fell onto her back, the bed creaking as she squirmed on it.

I crawled onto the bed, giving Mr. Meyer’s a smile. “You made her cum hard, stud.” I patted his wet dick as I moved over him. “Did you see how much she loved your cock?”

“Yeah,” he said, his voice deep but still a little shell-shocked. I mean, he was surprised he could fuck me tonight, and then to get the girl he truly fantasized about…

“I could tell, Daddy,” Kimmy said, her two small breasts forming twin hillocks on her chest, these little mounds topped by her blushing-pink nipples. “You enjoyed my pussy so much.”

“He paid enough for it,” I said, giving her dad an impish grin as I settled between her thighs. “But it was worth it, right, Mr. Myers? Popping your daughter’s virginity?”

He nodded his head, his eyes still pretty dazed by everything that had happened.

“And we’re going to have so much fun tonight. This will be such a naughty slumber party.” My hands slid up her pale thighs, my fingers a darker, duskier color. I stared at her hand covering her pussy, so hungry to eat the incestuous combination of their fluids. “You’ll never object to one of Kimmy’s slumber parties again.”

“At least when Mom’s not around,” Kimmy smiled. “She’d be so furious with you, Daddy.”

He shifted. “Yeah.”

“But we won’t tell,” Kimmy said. “We understand that men get horny, and us slutty girls have to satiate them. Leyla taught me all about it.”

I beamed at her, my hands sliding up her thighs now, coming closer and closer to her hand cupping that pussy, hiding her naughty cunt from us. “I did. Ooh, Mr. Myers, it was so hot the first time she ate my pussy out, all full of cum. I felt her little braces rubbing on my cunt. Ooh, yes, we’re going to have a wild time tonight.”

“We are, Daddy,” Kimmy purred and pulled her hand from her pussy.

Her normally tight silt gaped open from her daddy’s cock, her inner pink on display. His whitish cum dribbled out of her, staining her soft-blonde bush adorning that wonderful gash. I leaned down, lapping up the first rivulet of salty delight seasoned by her sweet pussy. I moaned, savoring eating a creampie out of my innocent friend’s deflowered snatch.

I got to witness her first time having sex. What a wonderful treat. And now I got to revel in it. I was so lucky. I pressed my lips against her pussy, my tongue sliding through her folds. I wiggled my hips, my own cunt on fire as I gathered more delicious jizz flowing out of her snatch.

“Oh, Leyla,” moaned my friend, her back arching, thrusting those firm titties into the air. “Ooh, yes, Daddy. Isn’t that so hot? She’s licking your cum out of my pussy.”

“Uh-huh,” Mr. Myers said, watching us.

That just made my pussy hotter. Without pubic hair, nothing stopped my pussy juices from flowing down my thighs. I shuddered, wiggling my hips, as my tongue fluttered through her silky folds, gathering up their combined fluids.

The taste of father and daughter mixed together. What an absolutely delicious delight to enjoy. I shoved my tongue deeper into her, my lips pressed tight against her cunt. Her pubic hair tickled my cheeks and nose as I explored her depths. I scooped out more and more of her daddy’s cum, the salty treat mixed with her sweet delight.

How utterly yummy.

“Oh, Daddy, her tongue’s so deep in me.” Kimmy shuddered, staring at her daddy watching us. “When she ate my pussy earlier tonight, she couldn’t do this. My cherry was in the way. But you… You popped it and made me into a woman, Daddy.

“A slutty woman,” I moaned into her snatch.

“Yes!” Kimmy’s thighs tightened on my cheeks. She squirmed on me. “Oh, Daddy, it’s turning me on so much knowing you’re watching her eat me. That you’re staring at me as she devours Girne Escort your cum out of me. Does it turn you on, Daddy?”

“Yeah, baby,” he said. His hand reached out, cupping her firm breast.

She quivered as his thumb ran over her nipple. It was a gentle caress at first. Almost like he was afraid to touch her. But then his thumb rubbed harder, his confidence swelling that he could use this slut any way he wanted.

She whimpered now, grinding harder against my mouth. My tongue fluttered through her depths, scooping out the last of her father’s jizz as she whimpered. Her tongue ran across her lips as he massaged her. Then he leaned over and claimed that nipple.

“Daddy!” she squealed in delight as he sucked and nibbled on her nipple.

I shuddered, thrusting my right hand between my legs. I was too turned on now to hold back. I rubbed my fingers up and down my vulva, massaging my shaved snatch. My pussy lips were so hot and slippery beneath my digits. I found my clit, caressing it and shuddering as I feasted on her pussy.

Mr. Myers sucked noisily on her nipple. His lips kept popping off her small nub. He’d latch on again. He’d suck so hard. He’d nibble and worship it. She whimpered, her head tossing back and forth as she squirmed on the bed.

“Oh, Daddy, yes,” she whimpered. “Oh, you’re such a wonderful Daddy. I love you so much. I’m so happy you’re my first.”

“Yes,” he growled, his right hand cupping her left breast as he attacked her right nipple again.

She squealed in delight, squeezing her thighs on my face. I rubbed harder at my own cunt as I fluttered my tongue through her sweet folds. Then I brushed her clit. I batted that little nub. I swirled my tongue around it. I played with it and drove her wild.

She bucked harder now. She humped against my mouth with passion. Her moans echoed through the bedroom. Sweet juices flowed out of her cunt. They stained my chin and cheeks. I massaged my clit as I sucked on hers.

“Leyla! Daddy!” she shrieked. “Ohmygod, ohmygod!”

Her hot juices squirted around my mouth.

My friend came so hard. I shuddered as she bathed my face in her passion. I furiously frigged my clit, my orgasm building and building in me as I feasted on my friend’s cunt. Her daddy nibbled on her nipple as she thrashed, his hand rolling her other nub between his fingers.

This propelled her orgasm. She squeaked and gasped and made the cutest sounds as she came. Her body twisted, her stomach flexing as she quivered. I loved it. My clit throbbed beneath my rubbing fingers, sending shocks of pleasure through me.

“Ohmygod,” she gasped. “Oh, that was so good. Daddy! Leyla! Ooh, yes, that was awesome! And… And… Oh, Leyla, you’re going to make me cum over and over if you keep doing that.”

“Good,” I moaned, my snatch clenching, aching to be filled.

Mr. Myers popped his mouth off his daughter’s cunt. His left hand gripped his dick, still glistening with his daughter’s virgin cream. I felt his eyes on me as I plunged my tongue into his daughter’s quivering cunt.

He moved. “I paid for your cunt, too, didn’t I?” he growled. “For your slutty, barely legal snatch.”

“You did, Daddy,” moaned Kimmy. “Ooh, fuck her so hard. She’ll love your cock as much as I did.”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned, wiggling my hips. I pulled my fingers from my clit, leaving me so close to cumming.

I brought my fingers, drenched with my own cream, to Kimmy’s pussy. I smeared my juices on her snatch as her daddy moved around the bed. I wiggled my hips, my snatch in such need of being filled by a big cock. And he was sexy, with his dark hair and goatee, such a strong man that had my pussy dripping in excitement.

As he brought his cock to my pussy’s entrance, I positioned my fingers to give my friend such a naughty treat. I teased her lips, watching her squirm as her daddy’s cock pressed on my snatch. Then, slowly, wanting to savor my barely legal cunt, he pressed into my pussy. My labia stretched around his girth. I whimpered as he filled me. My fingers penetrated Kimmy, matching his rhythm, sliding deeper and deeper into her hot depths.

“God damn,” Mr. Myers groaned, enjoying his second barely legal cunt of the night. “You are tight, Leyla.”

“As tight as Kimmy?” I asked, wiggling my hips.

“Just about,” he said.

I beamed at my friend then flicked my tongue on her clit. She gasped, her snatch clenching down on my fingers. I pumped in and out of her as her daddy worked his cock in and out of my cunt. He didn’t fuck me fast, but he thrust in with such power, making me ache and groan. I whimpered, swirling my hips around his dick, loving him in me.

He paid for my cunt. For us both. A $1000 for this night of passion. That had me trembling in delight. I flicked my tongue harder against Kimmy’s clit, batting her little bud as her daddy filled my snatch over and over, his balls brushing my own bud.

He groaned, fucking me faster and faster. He enjoyed the delight of my cunt. My hot, silky embrace. He gripped my Magosa Escort hips, sliding his hands up and down my side, teasing me. My eyes rolled back into my head at the feel of his strong hands caressing up and down my body. He brushed my round breasts, squeezing them.

“Shit!” he groaned, thrusting harder. His balls thwacked into my clit over and over, making this meaty sound. Sparks shot through me. “Goddamn, what a tight cunt. I’ve wanted to fuck your snatch since you turned eighteen. You’ve blossomed into such a hot slut.”

“I did,” I whimpered, thrusting my fingers faster into Kimmy’s snatch.

Her braces flashed as she moaned. Her hips squirmed. Her hands cupped her little titties, thumbs massaging her small nipples. She stared down at me, her blue eyes bursting with pleasure as I plundered her cunt.

Feeling naughty, pleasure rippling through me from her father’s thrusting cock, I nipped her clit.

“Leyla!” she gasped, her body spasming. “Oh, Leyla, yes!”

“Make my little slut cum,” her daddy groaned, squeezing my tits hard as he pounded me. “Do it, you little whore! Make her fucking explode on your mouth again. Then I’m going to dump my cum in you and make her lick it out of you!”

“Yes!” I hissed in utter delight.

I attacked Kimmy’s clit, my snatch clenching down on Mr. Meyer’s thrusting cock. I pumped my fingers in and out of my friend’s silky snatch hard. My tongue flicked and flailed against her little bud nestled in her petals. I swirled my tongue around it then sucked so hard on it. Her body bucked and convulsed. Her moans sang out through the room.

The bed creaked from our hot threesome’s passion. Mr. Myers pounded me so hard. The force of his thrusts pressing my face into his daughter’s sweet cunt. Her juices dribbled down my chin and stained my cheeks. Her snatch grew so hot on my fingers.

I curled them, searching for that wonderful G-spot. I massaged along the top of her pussy walls, caressing her silky delights. I found that wonderful spot. Her body bucked and squirmed. She whimpered and convulsed on the bed.

Her pussy went wild about my fingers as she came.

Hot juices squirted out around my digits.

“Daddy, she made me cum!” she howled. “Oh, yes, yes, yes! Now cum in her cunt! Spurt your jizz in her! Ooh, do it, Daddy! I want to lick your yummy cum out of her snatch!”

“Fuck, yes!” he growled, thrusting so hard on my snatch.

My own orgasm swelled through me. That wonderful cock plundered my twat so hard. His balls smacked my clit. That wonderful staccato rhythm of pleasure. I moaned about Kimmy’s clit, sucking on the bud as I kept attacking her G-spot. She kept bucking and squirming, her body going wild as I pleasured her.

My snatch squeezed down hard on her daddy’s dick. He rammed into me. The friction washed through my body. I whimpered about her clit. My eyes squeezed shut as my entire body tense. His dick withdrew, sliding back through my silky sheath.

And slammed into my cunt.

Balls smacked my clit.

My orgasm exploded.

My pussy convulsed about his dick. I moaned about Kimmy’s clit as rapture surged through me. I joined my friend in rapture. Dizzy delight rippled through my mind. stars danced through my closed vision. I opened my eyes, staring up my friend’s body as she writhed with me, watching me cum on her daddy’s cock.

“Shit!” Mr. Myers grunted, savoring the delight of my young cunt spasming on his dick.

“Just flood her, Daddy!” howled his daughter. “Just spurt all your jizz into her. She’s such a slut! She needs it!”

“I do!” I whimpered, still ramming my fingers into her cumming snatch.

“Yes!” he growled and buried into me.

“Kimmy!” I moaned as cum spurted into me. “He’s doing it! He’s flooding my cunt.”

“Yes!” she howled and bucked so hard, her pussy convulsing as another orgasm burst through her body. “Fill her up with all your yummy jizz, Daddy!”

“Fuck,” he grunted. “Milk my cock, you little whore.”

“I am!” I moaned, so glad he recognized that.

His cum pumped into me. My snatch convulsed about his cock as the rapture surged through me. I shuddered, my eyes rolling back into my head. He grunted as the final spurt of jizz filled me. Then he pulled out of me, sinking back onto the bed.

“My turn!” Kimmy shouted with so much excitement despite her orgasm just surging through her.

“Yes!” I moaned, just as eager.

I squeezed my cunt closed, holding in Mr. Meyer’s cum. I turned around, landing on my back right before Mr. Meyer’s. His dick glistened, limp from being drained by my pussy. But I knew what would get him hard again.

I shuddered as Kimmy’s braces rubbed on my pussy lips as her tongue dived into the depths of my cunt. I whimpered, my snatch clenching down on her tongue as she scooped out her daddy’s cum from my well-fucked snatch.

Buzzing in rapture, I turned my head just enough to brush my lips on his cock. I nursed on his limp dick, making him groan. He tasted so good bathed in my tangy snatch. Kıbrıs Escort A hot shudder ran through me. This was the best slumber party ever!

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Mrs. Umayyah

Sunlight streamed through the hotel curtains. Morning had come. What a I night I had. I was so sticky with Carter’s cum. My student had used my body all night. He’d paid enough for the honor of plowing my married cunt, so he could fuck me as much as he wanted.

But the truth of it was, I’d have done it for free. The money was just the excuse I used because I didn’t want to admit I was a slut like my daughter. But I was. Clint had shown me that yesterday when he fucked me in his aunt’s classroom while I watched my daughter and her friends service their clients through a peephole. Clint didn’t pay to use me. He just took what I secretly wanted to offer to all those hot studs I taught.

Young men… All so hard and eager to fuck my mature body.

I clutched the pillow to my breasts as Carter moved behind me. I groaned, his muscular chest rubbing against my back. My husband had no idea I was here all night with Carter. He thought I was chaperoning Leyla’s slumber party at the Myers’. I couldn’t wait to see the video of Kimmy loosing her virginity. I had such plans for it.

Her brother brought his cock to my butt-cheek. He smeared his precum across my rump as he moved it between my thighs. He groaned, feeling my messy bush, stained and matted with our juices, with his dick’s tip. I breathed in deeply, my nipples throbbing against the pillow I hugged, and reveled in the musk of our lovemaking. That scent of cum and pussy and sweat. That wondrous, naughty aroma.

It left me so heady.

I was such a bad Muslim woman. Such a naughty wife and slutty mother. I was a wicked college professor. And I loved it.

“Ooh, yes, Carter, I need you in me again,” I moaned, my cunt aching for more. To be pounded by him again and again. It was a drug. Never had I done any illicit substance or even had a glass of wine, but I imagined this heady rush must be like getting drunk or high. My brain craved it. I whimpered as his dick found my married cunt, his tip rubbing against my folds, stimulating me. “Pound me!”

“Goddamn, but you’re insatiable, Mrs. Umayyah,” he groaned, his dick nudging my clit now.

“I am,” I whimpered. “Good thing you’re so young and can just fuck and fuck and fuck.”

“It’s easy with a woman as hot as you.” He shuddered. “My dick feels like it’s about to fall off, but I just got to fuck you again.”

I let out a purring, satisfied moan, shuddering as he lined up with the entrance to my married cunt. I squirmed, hugging the pillow so tight to my tits, staring at the windows. The light spilled into the dark room, illuminating our naughty sin.

Carter thrust.

“Yes!” I moaned, my back arching into his chest, my big tits jiggling against the pillow’s linen case. My nipples absorb the feel of the thread count while my pussy reveled in being penetrated by Carter’s wonderful, young cock. The nineteen-year-old buried to the hilt in my sloppy depths. “Ooh, fuck me! Pound me! Show me everything that I taught you, Carter! Please me!”

“Yes, Mrs. Umayyah,” he growled, drawing back his hips, pulling his cock through my sheath.

My pussy clenched on his girth. I whimpered. My eyes rolled back into my head at the feel of him in me. His dick pumped in and out of me. His crotch smacked into my rump, the sound echoing through our hotel room. The bed creaked and groaned, adding its passion to ours.

I trembled, the rushes of delight surging through my body. His every thrust sent another wave of euphoric bliss through me. I cooed as my brain drank it in. My mind loved it. I worked my hips, matching his rhythm as he pounded me harder and harder with all the passion of a horny boy.

I loved it.

“That’s it!” I moaned. “Fuck my cunt! Ooh, yes, Carter! You are such a stud! Kimmy’s going to love being fucked by you.”

“I’m going to fuck her first at the gangbang,” he growled. “Then I’m going to enjoy your daughter. See how she stacks up to you.”

“She takes after me!” I moaned, able to be honest now. My pussy clenched on his dick, aching to witness my four whores getting gangbanged in a few hours. “You’ll cum so hard in her cunt.”

“But she doesn’t have these tits!” His hands slid up my body, diving beneath the pillow I hugged to my breasts, and grabbed my soft mounds. “God, you have the best tits at the college. Better than Ms. Samuels.”

I shuddered, remembering all the times I watched Clint fuck his Aunt, my fellow professor Vicky Samuels. She had big tits, too. But mine were the best at my college. Such a surge of delight rippled through me. My pussy clenched down so hard on his dick.

His fingers twisted my nipple as I rode high on his words. The electricity shot from my nubs right to my married cunt filled with his dick. I shuddered, my eyes widening at the swell of pleasure suddenly rising in me.

And then drowning me in orgasmic pleasure.

I moaned and spasmed in his embrace. My cunt writhed about him as my sudden climax spilled over me. I cried out in bliss, stars dancing before my eyes caused by the ecstasy surging through me. The wondrous delight of being filled by his cock. I whimpered and groaned. I shuddered in abject rapture. It was so amazing. So stupendous.

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Loosely based on actual events. All participants are over 18.

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For those of you who haven’t read any of my other stories I have been married to Ruth for the last 10 years and I have a step daughter called Joanne. Ruth is a very hot 5ft 6″ brunette who regularly goes to the gym to keep fit. Her boobs are just about the perfect size and her ass is to die for. Joanne takes after her mum. She’s about the same height with a stunning figure and has slightly bigger boobs and long light brown hair. I’m 6ft with short fair hair and keep in pretty decent shape myself, but its more from walking and hiking than the gym.

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Joanne had recently turned 27 and had her own place. She was with a loser of a guy for a number of years and the only good thing to come from it was a grandchild called Thomas.

Joanne lived in a 2 bed first floor apartment and didn’t really have any outside space to speak of so whenever it was Thomas’s birthday party she normally had it at our house as we had a large garden and plenty of room.

Joanne did all the prep, invites, decorations etc. and we looked after the food and the inevitable tidying up. Ruth was probably more involved that I was. I generally just helped get things going and then went and hid in the den watching TV until the mayhem had ended. Then I helped clear up.

Thomas was turning six this coming Saturday and was very much into superheroes, so it was a batman themed birthday party this year. There was a bouncy castle booked, lots of party games organised and Joanne had found someone to dress up as Batman to surprise the kids.

The night before the party Joanne came over to the house around tea time to drop some stuff off. She had batman plates and cups as well as joker lollies and party bags for the kids with stickers, sweets and some miniature action figures. I was running late from work so wasn’t going to be home until around 8.00pm.

When she arrived she was pretty quiet and Ruth asked was everything ok.

“Batman has cancelled on me.” she said bursting into tears. “That was supposed to be the big attraction for the party. Thomas is going to be so disappointed.”

“Can you not get someone else to do it?” asked Ruth.

“I’ve asked a few people but nobody else is available.” she replied between tears. “I have the costume, I just need someone to wear it and pretend to be Batman…”

Ruth rattled off a few names, none of whom were suitable. The costume was made from rubber and was pretty tight fitting so it needed to be worn by someone who was in decent shape and pretty tall otherwise the kids would know it wasn’t the real Batman.

“What about Pete?” suggested Ruth. “He’s tall and in good shape. Did you ask him?”

“I never thought…” replied Joanne. “I know he’s pretty fit and he’s tall enough. Do you think he would do it?”

“I don’t know.” replied Ruth “He’ll be home in a couple of hours so you can ask him and see.”

“I can’t really wait that long. I need to go and pick Thomas up.”

“Just bring the costume over tomorrow when you’re coming and he won’t be able to say no.” suggested Ruth. “He won’t want to let Thomas down.”

“Are you sure?” asked Joanne.

“I’m sure. You’ll be able to persuade him somehow.”

Joanne left shortly after to go and pick Thomas up from her friend Samantha’s house.

“Hi Joanne, the boys are just playing on the xbox.” said Sam as she answered the door to her. “Do you want to come in for a coffee?”

“Sure, why not.” replied Joanne, I’ve nearly got everything sorted for the party.”

“Did you manage to get a replacement Batman sorted?” asked Sam.

“I hope so.” replied Joanne. “Mum suggested I asked Pete to do it.”

“Nice…” smiled Sam. “I think he would fill out that costumer very well. Especially in the trouser department..”

“Calm yourself.” laughed Joanne, “That’s my step dad you’re talking about there.”

“You did tell me that he’s well hung so you can’t blame a girl for wondering. I wonder what he’s like in the sack?”

“You really need to get yourself laid.” laughed Joanne, “How long has it been since you and Robert broke up?”

“Too long.” sighed Sam. “My pussy’s getting all dried up. Even my rabbit is losing the will to live. What costume are you going to wear tomorrow?”

According to the invitations, everyone attending the party had to dress up as a superhero and that included any parents that were there for the duration. Ruth was dressing up as Batwoman because Batman was Thomas’s favourite so it was the next best thing. Because I wasn’t really attending the whole party I had argued that I didn’t need a costume…

“I got a Wonder Woman costume.” replied Joanne with a wink. “Do you want to see a picture?”

Joanne got out her phone and scrolled through her pics to find a selfie she had taken wearing the outfit.

“You bitch.” smiled Sam, “You look amazing. With tits like yours that costume is perfect. I hope you’ve shaved your legs too Magosa Escort with that short skirt?”

“Of course.” smiled Joanne, “You never know, I might get lucky. What did you decide on?”

“I’m going as Batwoman.” replied Sam. “The fancy dress shop in town said they had only sold one other Batwoman costume in the last month so the chances of someone else wearing it are slim.”

Joanne burst into laughter.

“What’s so funny?” asked Sam.

“What’s so funny is that my mum is the one who bought the other Batwoman costume. She got it ages ok, as soon as she knew about the party.”

“Oh fuck.” moaned Sam. “What am I going to do now. I won’t have time to get another costume?”

“Don’t worry.” smiled Joanne. “I’m sure there will be loads of other duplicate costumes. Just on the kids though.”

“Ha ha, very funny.” replied Sam, smiling.

“Just think,” said Joanne, “You and mum will be like twin sisters. You’re both the same height and build. Pete will think he’s died and gone to heaven.”

After finishing her coffee Joanne got Thomas and headed home telling Sam to come to the party nice and early tomorrow.

Saturday morning, the day of the party and Ruth insisted we get up early to get things organised.

Being a Saturday we normally spent an extra hour in bed fucking but apparently we didn’t have time today.

It was going to be a glorious summers day so I put on baggy shorts and a t-shirt and headed out to the garden after breakfast to get it ready for the superhero themed bouncy castle that was due to arrive around 10.30am.

I cut the grass, power washed the patio and put out the tables and chairs for the food later.

The bouncy castle arrived and I helped the guys get it all set up and in position. By the time I was finished it was 11.30 and the party was due to start in an hour.

I went back into the house where Ruth was finishing prepping the party food.

“Will you keep an eye on the stuff in the oven. It needs to come out in 10 minutes.” she asked. “I need to go and get a shower and get changed.”

“Well I was hoping to get showered myself.” I replied.

“Please,” pleaded Ruth, “Joanne is going to be here soon and I need to get changed into my costume. I’ll make it up to you later though.”

“Well in that case, off you go.” I laughed, slapping her ass as she went past.

Ruth went off to get ready while I kept an eye on the food.

Twenty minutes later she came back downstairs and my mouth fell open.

She was wearing a skin tight catwoman costume. It showed off every beautiful curve of her body. The finishing touch was a face mask with cat like ears, which covered her whole head just leaving her eyes and mouth visible. She wasn’t wearing any make up but she didn’t really need it.

“You look incredible.” I told her.

“Thanks,” she smiled, “It’s not too much for a kids birthday party is it? It doesn’t really leave much to the imagination.”

“Well there’s not much you can do about it now.” I replied, “But I think you look amazing.”

With that I kissed her hard on the lips and had a good feel of her ass before heading upstairs to get showered in our ensuite.

With the image of Ruth in her catwoman outfit fresh in my mind I had a quick tug on my cock as I showered. Not wanting to ruin what I hoped would be a good night later on I held off from cumming. That cum was destined for Ruth’s tight pussy.

I got out of the shower and dried myself off a bit before going into the bedroom to get dressed, my cock erect and bouncing in front of me as I walked.

I was standing in front of my wardrobe deciding what to put on when the door to the bedroom opened.

I turned to see who it was expecting it to be Ruth wondering what was keeping me.

It wasn’t Ruth…

It was Joanne and what a sight it was.

She was wearing a stunning Wonder Woman outfit complete with a tight red bodice emphasising her large boobs, a blue mini skirt showing off her tanned thighs and knee high boots.

I couldn’t stop staring… Her large boobs and long legs were both on show, I’m not sure which was turning me on more.

My cock which had been hard before she arrived in my bedroom was now painfully so and pointing straight out in front of me.

“Sorry,” said Joanne, who couldn’t stop staring at my cock, “Mum said to come on up.”

“ehhhh… no problem.” I stuttered. “What is it you need?”

“I need… a… a… favour.” she replied, still staring at my cock, her large breast heaving as she spoke.

Suddenly I seemed to come out of my trance remembering I was naked and moved my hands to try and cover my cock without much success.

“It’s ok,” said Joanne, “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, it’s just been a while.”

“What’s been a while?” I asked.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen your cock,” she replied, “In fact it’s been a while since I’ve seen any cock. It’s been months since I’ve been fucked.”

That really wasn’t helping the situation. My cock Kıbrıs Escort had no intention of going down any time soon, especially with Joanne talking about having a cock inside her.

“Sorry about that.” I replied hesitantly, “I’m sure it can’t be easy.”

Trying to change the subject and worried about Ruth catching me I asked her what was the favour she was after.

“The guy that was supposed to dress up as Batman has let me down.” she replied, “Mum suggested I might be able to persuade you to do it.”

“No chance.” I replied quickly. “I don’t want to run round in a rubber suit on a day like today. I’d rather be wearing shorts and a t-shirt.”

“Please…” she pleaded, “There’s nobody else, Thomas will be really disappointed.”

She moved over closer to me and looked down at my cock before saying “I’ll make it worth your while.”

“I don’t know Joanne.” I stuttered, “I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”

“Do you really think not?” she replied, before getting down on her knees in front of me, moving my hand out of the way and taking my cock in her mouth.

What the hell was I supposed to do now…

Her mouth felt so good on my cock. I wasn’t going to be able to refuse now.

Her tongue swirled around the tip of my cock as her head bobbed up and down. The piercing in her tongue making it all the more sexy. Every few seconds she would stop sucking and lick up each side of my cock before swallowing it again. Her hand moved up to cup my balls as she looked me in the eyes. I wasn’t sure just how much longer I could hold out before cumming.

I looked down at this beauty giving me one hell of a blowjob and I could see down the top of her red Wonder Woman bustier.

As if realising what I was trying to get a look at Joanne put her hand down her top and pulled out her boobs, one at a time so they were resting on top of her costume.

Fuck, those were the most beautiful boobs. Her nipples were hard as nails.

Joanne must have been getting pretty turned on herself as she lifted her blue mini skirt up a bit, pulled her thong to one side and started rubbing at her pussy.

Just as I was thinking of filling her mouth with my cum Ruth shouted up to us. “Joanne, Sam’s just arrived.”

She stopped sucking my cock and shouted down “Coming now.”

Well at least someone was. I wasn’t going to be cumming any time soon…

“Sorry.” she said as she made herself a bit more presentable. “Your cock tastes so good. Pity I didn’t get to taste your cum. Was that enough to persuade you to dress up for the party?”

“Well I can’t really say no now, can I.” I replied, “Where’s the costume?”

Joanne went out onto the landing and came back in with a tight rubber batman suit, complete with mask, cape and utility belts. It really looked the part.

“Give me a shout if you need help getting into it.” she said, as she went downstairs to greet Sam.

I pulled on a pair of boxer shorts before starting to put on the costume. I knew it was meant to be tight but it was tough getting it all on, especially with my cock in the state it was in.

I managed to get the trousers, boots, top and mask all on but couldn’t quite do the utility belts. There was one round my waist and one round each thigh. They were hard to get into place and the mask had darked lenses for the eyes which meant I couldn’t really see the best either.

I called down to Joanne to come up and give me a hand.

Joanne came up a couple of minutes later.

“Wow,” she gasped, “You look so good in that. Well apart from the obvious bulge in your trousers. You can’t really go and entertain kids looking like that.”

“Just put the utility belts on for me and we’ll see. Maybe it will go down after a bit.” I replied.

Joanne kneeled down in front of me once again and pulled the main utility belt around my waist. Her head was just level with my cock and thoughts of earlier weren’t helping my situation.

She fastened the first belt in place and started on one of the ones on my thigh.

With her hands on my thigh, inches away from my cock it seemed to grow even more which I didn’t think possible. She had to reach between my legs to fasten the strap to the main belt and her hand brushed my cock as she did.

“Is this turning you on?” she smiled up at me.

“Can you tell?” I laughed.

She squeezed my cock through the trousers before getting the second belt for my other thigh.

Same procedure again and again another brush of my cock as she fastened it in place.

Joanne then stood up and gave me a once over. “You look great but we really need to do something about that cock.”

She moved in closer and pulled the zip down on the front of the trousers before putting her hand in to try and get access to my cock.

“Joanne,” shouted Ruth from downstairs, “There’s more guests arriving.”

“Sorry,” she smiled, giving my cock one last squeeze before putting my cock away and zipping me up again. “I’ll have to send mum up Lefkoşa Escort to sort you out.”

Joanne, left me standing in the bedroom while she went to greet her new arrivals.

A few minutes later, Ruth came up and her red lipstick covered mouth dropped open when she saw me all dressed up.

Her eyes moved over the costume and seemed to rest on my crotch.

Without a word she closed the bedroom door, came over and unzipped my trousers.

She took pulled my boxer shorts down slightly and took hold of my cock before pulling it out.

She wasted no time at all in taking it in her mouth, her hand wanking me slowly as she sucked on it.

After a few minutes, she used her other hand to free my balls so she could play with them too.

I could hear kids all screaming outside and running round having fun but here I was getting the mother of all blowjobs from my wife.

I was just about to tell her that I was going to cum when she stopped sucking.

She stood up, turned round so her back was to me and started pulling down the tight black leggings of her costume.

She was wearing a black g-string which I hadn’t seen before. Before I had a chance to ask her about it she bent over the end of our bed pulling the g-string to one side.

I didn’t need any more of an invitation and lined my cock up behind her.

With the dark lenses it took I couldn’t see too well so I rubbed my cock up and down her pussy finding the sweet spot, before sinking it deep inside.

It felt so so good. She was soaking wet and felt extra tight as I grabbed her hips and fucked her as hard as I could from behind.

I knew we couldn’t have much time and was worried about either Joanne or some random kids coming up and disturbing us so I reached round to play with her pussy as I fucked her. I was determined that she would cum as well.

I ran my fingers over her pussy lips, playing with her clit as my cock slid in between her folds. I could tell it was working as she thrust back at me quicker and quicker.

Ruth then reached underneath and squeezed my balls which is something she knows I love. I couldn’t hold out any longer and my cock exploded in her pussy causing her to have her own orgasm as my cum flooded her insides.

After a minute or two for us to both catch our breath, I let my cock fall from her pussy, finally shrinking enough to fit inside my costume.

My cum started to drip out of Ruth’s pussy but she caught it with her fingers before licking them clean and going back in for more.

“Batman,” Joanne shouted from downstairs, “Are you ready?”

“Coming now.” I called back.

“Ok,” I said to Ruth, before kissing her hard on her bright red lips. “I better go. Thanks for that.”

As I went downstairs I wondered when Ruth had started using cherry flavoured lipstick?

I followed the sounds of the screaming children as I made my way outside to the bouncy castle, playing my role as Batman.

The rest of the party flew by. The kids all had a great time while the parents stayed out of the way chatting in the kitchen and catching up with each other.

I couldn’t believe how many parents came dressed up. There was a Superwoman, Captain Marvel, Black Widow and an Iron Man. Along with Joanne as Wonder Woman and Ruth as Batwoman.

Ruth seemed to be everywhere. One minute she was in the kitchen, next minute she was on the bouncy castle playing with Thomas and then suddenly she was chatting to one of the other parents.

She was going to be exhausted later with all the running around she was doing.

At 3.00pm it was time for everyone to go home. The kids all got packed up and got their goodie bags. The only ones left were Ruth, Joanne and I. We were standing in the kitchen with our masks now off just chatting about how the party went when the backdoor opened and in came Batwoman and Thomas’s best friend, Robert.

My mouth just fell open…

“Thanks so much Joanne,” said Batwoman, “Robert had a great time.”

“No problem Sam,” replied Joanne, “It all went really well. I think everyone enjoyed themselves.”

“I think they certainly did,” said Batwoman, looking over at me, a smile on her bright red lips. “Some more than others. Certainly worth repeating some day.”

What the fuck had I done?

Well I know what I had done. I had fucked one of Joannes best friends while my wife was downstairs.

How was I supposed to know it wasn’t Ruth? I could hardly see out of the darkened lenses and Sam obviously knew it was me so why didn’t she say anything?

It explains the g-string I hadn’t seen before and the cherry flavoured lipstick.

As I was figuring it all out in my head Joanne and Sam said their goodbyes and left with the boys talking about how great the party was.

That left just Ruth and I.

“Thanks for dressing up Pete.” said Ruth as she came over to me and put her arms around me. “I love the costume. I’m glad Joanne said we could hang on to it for the night. Would you like to take Catwoman out onto the bouncy castle and play?”

Ruth pulled me out into the garden and onto the bouncy castle, shedding her outfit as she went.

She got me to lie down on the bouncy castle and tried unsuccessfully to take off my batman costume. She was bouncing all over the place and couldn’t get a grip on it.

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Friday night around midnight, Chris, a twenty year old apprentice electrician, came home from the pub where he worked behind the bar most nights. He worked there to supplement the income from his regular low apprentice wage, so that he could help his mum pay the mortgage on the home that they shared.

Chris’ dad had died two years ago after a short illness, he was under insured, and the death benefits didn’t cover all of the outstanding mortgage on the family home, which still had two years to run.

Mum, Leonie, forty-one years old, had been a stay-at-home wife and mother for much of her married life, as her husband had wished. His salary had enabled them to live comfortably without her going out to work, and her husband had been happy that she should concentrate on running and looking after their home.

When Leonie first met her husband, she’d been a machinist with a high-end garment company, and she’d been highly skilled in this work. Since her husband died, she’d taken up her old skills, but this time working as a homeworker. She’d converted their dining room into a workroom and had acquired an industrial sewing machine to work with.

The company she worked for delivered cut fabrics to her, with a finished sample to copy, and collected the completed garments each week. She was paid piecework rates, per each finished garment. It wasn’t a great income but with the small pension arising from her husband’s employment she managed to get by, paying the usual household bills, and with Chris’ help, the mortgage. Chris contributed a portion of his take home pay to the household income and added most of the earnings from his part time bartending as well.

Mother and son were proud of the fact that they were self-sufficient even though it was hard work for both of them.

On this Friday night they were both tired, both had had a busy week, and both had been working tonight so that they could have the weekend off.

Chris would usually be working in the pub most of Saturday, but unusually, had this Saturday off.

When Chris walked into the lounge Leonie was sitting relaxing in an armchair, awake but with her eyes closed. Sewing the garments on the machine was tiring on the eyes as well as the hands and arms.

“Are you asleep mum?” asked Chris quietly.

Leonie looked round and said, “No love, just relaxing a little.” And as she rubbed the base of the back of her neck, she continued, “Working on the machine has given me a stiff neck and tense shoulders.”

“Can I get you a hot drink or anything?” said Chris.

“No, thanks,” replied Leonie, “But you could give my shoulders a massage, if you’re not too tired.”

“Yes, no problem,” said Chris. He came around the back of her chair and began to manipulate her shoulders and neck with his strong fingers. As he worked, they chatted about the weekend ahead, they had nothing planned but both looked forward to some well-earned relaxation time.

Chris found that his mother’s high-necked blouse was making it difficult to massage her shoulders properly, and he slipped his hands in under her chin and began to undo the small buttons fastening it.

“What are you doing, Chris?” Leonie asked.

“I need to open your blouse a bit,” said Chris, “It’s stopping me from massaging your neck and shoulders properly, I just need to undo a few buttons.”

“Oh, I see,” said Leonie, “Thanks, love. You’re doing a great job.”

Chris undid enough buttons so that when he pulled the blouse half off her shoulders the tops of her full breasts, enclosed in her bra cups, were partly exposed. He then pushed her bra straps to the sides so that they slipped off her shoulders, which now left her neck and shoulders fully exposed to his touch.

As he began massaging his mum’s neck and shoulders she said, “Ah, yes, that’s much better. Thanks Chris, you’ve got lovely hands they’re very soothing.”

Chris continued with the massage; he was enjoying the feeling of his mum’s smooth skin under his fingertips. He massaged her neck, running his fingers up into her hair line, then round each side, under her ears and down to her shoulders. He manipulated the backs of her shoulders with his thumbs, then slid his fingers over the top of them and down until his fingertips just touched the exposed tops of her breasts. He felt a stirring in his crotch and realised that he was becoming very aroused touching her breasts, she didn’t react so he continued what he was doing.

The longer he continued with the massage, the more aroused he became. Leonie sat still saying nothing, she was breathing gently and quietly, and her eyes were closed.

Chris found himself wondering what it would feel like if her allowed his fingers to slide down inside her bra, and Kıbrıs Escort cup her breasts. Slowly he slid his fingers further down with each stroke he made, slipping inside her bra each time. There was still no re-action from Leonie. On the next stroke he slipped his fingers all the way down to her nipples gently took hold of them and squeezed them.

Suddenly, Leonie raised her hands, she held his wrists as he quickly tried to withdraw his fingers. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. “No, darling,” she said, “Not like that, like this.” She pulled her bra cups down and taking her nipples between her own thumbs and forefingers she started to roll them gently. “Now you can do it, like this.” She said.

Chris was breathless and blushing, he’d gone too far but his mother was now encouraging him to continue. He did as he was bidden and felt her beautiful nipples grow and harden as they became thoroughly aroused. He was still standing behind her chair, and as she tilted her head back to look into his eyes he leaned forward and kissed her softly on her lips whilst he cupped her breasts fully and squeezed them gently. “I love you mum,” he said.

Leonie smiled up at him as he finished kissing her, “I think it time we went to bed.” She said.

Chris was disappointed, his cock was as hard as a rock pushed into the back of her chair, and he wanted to continue exploring Leonie’s breasts.

“Uh, oh, ok mum,” he mumbled, putting his hands by his side, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Don’t look so disappointed, love” she said, “When I said I think it’s time we went to bed, I meant both of us to my bed.”

“Oh my God, mum,” Chris gasped, “Do you really mean that?”

“Yes, I really mean that, darling. Now that you’ve started something, you’ll have to finish it. I want you to take me to bed and make love to me. Are you up for it?”

“Y-yes,” stammered Chris. This was beyond his wildest dreams, He loved his mother more than a son usually would, and he had often fantasised about having sex with her, but never ever believed that it would happen.

“Right,” said Leonie, taking charge. “You get a jug of water and two glasses from the kitchen and bring them upstairs. I’m going to take a quick shower and you can join me in it if you want to.”

Five minutes later Chris joined his naked mother in the shower. He had never seen her completely naked before, in a swimsuit yes, but never naked, and she habitually wore one-piece swimsuits, never bikinis. He admired her still trim waist, her long shapely legs and those magnificent breasts that sagged just a little showing that they had no artificial enhancement. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and she was soon going to surrender her body to him.

They kissed under the warm shower, and she took hold of his rigid cock. “My, you’re big,” she said, “Your dad was big, but you’re even bigger.”

“Twenty-two centimetres,” he boasted, “I measured it.”

“Wow,” she said, “Of course your dad was in inches, but that means you are over eight inches and that’s bigger.”

They stepped out of the shower and towelled each other dry, then he took her hand and led her to her bed.

At a little under six feet tall, Chris towered over his five feet four inch partner. The couple stood naked next to the bed and Chris, placing his hands gently on each side of Leonie’s head, tilted her head back a little and kissed her on the forehead, on her eyelids, on the tip of her nose and finally gently on the lips. They began to make out sensually, Chris’ cock was totally rigid and was pushing against the tummy of his petite partner.

As they continued to make out with open mouths and with tongues tasting each other, Leonie wrapped the fingers of her right hand around his hard member and began to rub him backwards and forwards. A bead of precum immediately formed on the opening in his glans, Leonie rubbed it over the tip with her thumb, causing more to ooze out.

As Chris went to say something, she placed a finger on his lips then stepped away from him. She took hold of the corner of the duvet, lifting it off the bed and sliding into bed at the same time. She held the duvet open and Chris, needing no further invitation, slid in beside her.

Lying next to her he began to slide his hands gently over her curves, her breasts and her almost flat tummy until his hand was on her mons. He cupped her with fingers and palm, feeling how wet she was in anticipation of their joining together.

As he cupped her, he crooked his middle finger and pushed it gently between her labia and into her vagina. He added a second finger and began to slowly finger fuck her as she lay on her back with her legs slightly Lefkoşa Escort apart. She lay with eyes closed and moaned softly as his fingers moved in and out of her, loving the sensations she was feeling as they spread through her. He brought his mouth down to her breasts and sucked on her nipples as he continued to pleasure her pussy, she began to breath quickly, almost panting as the pleasure built.

“I want you inside me,” she gasped, “Please Chris, I’m going to cum, do me now, I want to cum with your cock in me.”

Chris removed his fingers from her soaking pussy. He got on hands and knees beside her and eased her legs further apart. She raised her knees slightly as he positioned himself and brought the tip of his cock to her opening. Taking hold of his cock she rubbed it up and down her open lips until his head was just inside. He leaned forward a little and slid easily inside, she was tight and he was thick but she was so well lubricated that half of him was already in her.

“Go slowly, Chris” she whispered, “You’re very big and it’s been a long time since I had sex.”

“I won’t hurt you, I promise, I’ll never hurt you.” Was Chris’ reply as he eased himself further into her warm depths, “I love you and I just want to please you.”

They kissed as he began to slowly make love to her. As she began to get used to his size she started to push back against his gentle thrusts, suddenly he was all inside, and she could feel him against her cervix.

He started to fuck her more urgently now and she responded in kind. They were both working hard, and she could feel her climax approaching. “Oh God Chris, I’m going to cum. Cum with me, cum with me Chris.” As her orgasm broke, she cried out in ecstasy, “Now, now, yesss. Oh Christ, I can feel you, Oh God, oh God, yesss.” She pushed her hips off the bed, she wanted every last piece of his cock in her, every last drop of his cum.

Chris had emptied himself as deep in her as he was able. Amazed that her small frame had taken the whole length of his cock, he shuddered as his own orgasm reached its peak and he knew that he’d never released a bigger load of cum before, not ever. Her sweet pussy had milked him dry. He collapsed onto her body, his softening cock still inside her, then he rolled off and lay beside her, his hand sought hers and he squeezed it gently.

For a few minutes neither of them said anything, the enormity of what they had just done was in both their minds.

Chris spoke first. “You knew we were going to do that from the moment I started to massage you, didn’t you?” He asked.

She lay quiet for a minute. “Of course, I knew,” she said. “I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me for months, when you thought I wasn’t aware. And I wanted it. I wanted you. I knew that we would become lovers, I just didn’t know when until tonight.” Then after a pause, “Do you regret it, do you wish we hadn’t done it? I know it’s a very big sin, and even illegal, but we’re both adults and I think we love each other more than most mothers and sons would. I don’t regret it at all. I want you in my bed always.”

“No, I don’t regret it for one moment,” said Chris, “I never will. If I’d known how you felt about it before, I wouldn’t have waited so long to come on to you. I was afraid that you’d be angry and upset if I dared to touch you intimately, my heart was in my mouth when I held your breasts earlier. I loved making love to you, I’ll get better at it, but I loved it and I love so much, much more than just a son’s usual love for his mother.”

She was quiet, and when he looked at her, he saw tears sliding down her cheeks. “Don’t be upset, mum, we’ve found each other, you should be happy.”

“I am happy, darling,” she replied, “I’m very, very happy. I just feel very emotional that’s all.”

He took her in his arms, they kissed and he held her tightly. She pushed him away a little so she could roll towards him, then as she raised herself up on hands and knees she asked him, “Are you ready to start again, I want to ride you now.”

He rolled onto his back and held out his arms to her as she straddled him, taking hold of his now erect cock and guiding it into herself. As she slid down on him, taking him all at one go, she said, “We can make love all night, I’m so full of your cum that you slipped right in easily, it’s a good job you can’t make me pregnant.”

He was momentarily taken aback. Then he asked, “Why can’t I make you pregnant, I didn’t think about it before, but why can’t I make you pregnant?”

“Because when I first became aware that we would end up making love I decided I had better start taking contraceptive pills. Then, when we did make love we wouldn’t have to worry about it, and Girne Escort you wouldn’t have to wear condoms, passion killers. If I hadn’t done that you might well have put a baby in me and that would truly have been a step too far, it would have complicated matters beyond imagination. Now, no more talking, please, just do me until we can’t do it anymore, then we’ll sleep. From now on for as long as you want it, this is your bed, with me.”

When Chris woke on Saturday morning, he thought for a moment that it had all been some erotic dream. But as his senses returned, he realised that a warm arm was laid across his chest and a warm body was tight against him. He turned his head slowly and looked at his sleeping mother’s lovely face, her cheeks were slightly flushed and her slightly parted pink lips were a little puffy. It was no dream they had fucked each other to a standstill and enjoyed every moment of it.

Chris had a lot to think about, his mother had made his wildest dreams come true last night, and they had changed their relationship forever. They were lovers now, in an illicit union that society generally would not just frown upon but would find was cause to outlaw them. They would have to be careful.

Fortunately, they had little to do with their few relatives. They were friendly with a few neighbours, and they would have to make sure that they acted like a normal widowed mother and son when in public view. But it shouldn’t be too difficult to do with a little care. Away from their home area they could relax and enjoy their new relationship, an attractive mature lady and her toyboy partner. In the privacy of their home, they could just be two red blooded, healthy, lovers, as they added rampant sex to their usual loving regime.

Turning his head to look at her again he found that she had her eyes wide open, she was studying his face with a small smile on her lips. “A penny for your thoughts,” she said, “are you regretting last night?”

“Never,” he replied, “that was the most wonderful night of my life, and it’s wonderful waking up to find the most beautiful woman of my dreams, in bed, naked, beside me. I was just taking stock and thinking a little about how we’ll need to take care so that no one suspects anything has changed between us, but I will never, ever, regret what we did last night or what we’re going to do every night we’re together.” Then he put his free arm around her and kissed her on the lips.

She responded to the kiss briefly before pulling her head back a bit and telling him, with a smile on her face, “My lips are a bit sore and swollen from all the action you gave them during the night. Not just the lips on my mouth either,” she said, “my nipples and my lower lips are also tender and puffy from the attention they got. Now, I think we should get showered, have breakfast and talk about the way forward.”

Over breakfast they talked quietly and sensibly about what the future might hold for them.

“You have to recognize that I’m twenty years older than you, Chris,” Leonie said. “I’m proud that I’ve been lucky enough to keep my looks and my figure’s not bad, but that won’t last forever. I’ll soon be getting into my middle age and probably won’t be as attractive to you then.”

“I’m not concerned at all about the difference in our ages,” said Chris, “I don’t love you just because you’re pretty and have a great figure. I also love you because of the woman you are, strong minded, loving and fun. I love you as well because you’re even handed and sensible about events in the world around us. You’ve always made me feel so proud of you as my mother, and now I feel even more proud of you as my lover. In any other circumstances than the ones we are in I would be showing you off to everyone I know, but as things are I’m content just to know you’re mine.”

Leonie hugged him. “I believe you’re being totally honest with me Chris, and I hope we will always stay in love, but I do wonder what will happen when some pretty young thing sets her sights on you.”

“It’s not going to happen, my love,” he said, “Age is just another word, I mean look at that French President over the channel, his wife is 24 years older than him, she’s 68 and they are still deeply in love. It’s not that unusual, and no other woman is going to prise me away from you, you’re all I’ll ever need.”

She held him tightly and looked at him with eyes full of unshed tears of love. “I believe what you say darling,” she said, “I know you’re sincere, and I hope you’re right, I want to be with you always. Time will tell how it works out, but I do intend to make the most of sharing life with you.”

Pulling herself together she smiled as she said, “Now don’t forget, this is our ‘Honeymoon’, are you going to take me somewhere nice today? Not too far away of course, we want to be back in time for an early night, we’ve still got a lot to learn about what we like to do with each other.”

Their new life would have its difficulties, but each was sure that they could get through them together.

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Hello My Dear Readers…

This Story focuses on A Son’s Sexual Relationship with his Mother.

This is the Third Part in this Series, and the idea is to have a look at the Different Dimensions in the Incestual Affair, as the Tale progresses.

The Plot is sent in India, and is Narrated by 20 Year Old Harshal.

This is a Longer Account, compared to the Predecessors, and as it is a Direct Continuation, Reading the Earlier Episodes may make this more enjoyable.

I have tried my best to make it as interesting as possible, and I really hope all of you will like this.

Happy Reading!!

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That Evening, I was feeling a little too lost.

I just did not understand what was really happening to me.

What transpired with Mummy was only what I had always been craving for, and it was all fine, and I was really excited – But, there still was something I was severely bothered about!!

The very controversial mentioning of My Dad’s Brother, by My Mom, during our Sexual Act, earlier that Day, had shaken me, and not only was I forced to immediately start shooting all My Semen into her Sour Pussy, I was also left disturbed.

It was a truly unbelievable update, regardless of whether Mummy was really being serious, and I just could not process the thought!!

I had pulled out of My Mom, right away, and I watched as My Cum dripped out her, but I just could not enjoy what was otherwise a complete win.

I just had to tell myself that Mummy is too old for meaningless fantasies, and as much as she would have loved to know what her Horny Son thinks about her, I also had to repeat to myself that it was no mere coincidence she had referred to her Brother-In-Law as the Man she could have been picturing in place of me!!

It was a given that I would have to evaluate why exactly My Mother had told me I reminded her of Pradeep Uncle – She in-fact actually almost said My Penis reminded her of him.

There was no way I could stop wondering if Mummy was only trying to tease me, bringing out her Twisted Side, and I relentlessly pondered on the possibilities of whether there really was a lot more to her Lusty Confession.

And, I Was Right!!

Reema : Harshal… There Is Something I Want To Tell You.

Harshal : What Is It, Mummy?? Is Your Pussy Still Bleeding??

Reema : No!! No… I Am Fine…

Harshal : I Am Still Really Sorry About That…

Reema : That Is Not A Problem, Son… Come On… It Is Not Your Fault!! Your Dad Is To Blamed For Making My Vaginal Opening Shrink To The Size Of A Virgin Girl!! You Only Did What You Were Supposed To Do!! I Enjoyed It… You Know That!!

Harshal : I Will Be Less Rough, The Next Time!!

Reema : There Is Absolutely No Need For That!! You Own Me…Mummy Is All Yours… You Can Take Me As You Wish!!

Harshal : Is This What You Wanted To Tell Me??

Reema : No… You Know It Too…

Harshal : I Think I Know…

Reema : Stop Being So Gloomy… You Are To Be Happy… We Are Supposed To Be Celebrating Our Relationship…

Harshal : Even You Don’t Look Very Happy… You Too Are Equally Distressed!!

Reema : Fine… Let Me Just Get To The Matter… But I Am Feeling So Bad Seeing You Like This… What Can I Do To Make You Feel Better?? Do You Want Another Blowjob?!

Harshal : No!! Just No!! You May Please Tell Me What You Want To Tell Me!!

Reema : Enough Of This!! You Don’t Have To Be So Formal… Let Me Fix You Up Before I Starting Telling You What I Want To Tell You!!

Harshal : I Am Fine!!

Reema : Not Really!!

It had only been a couple of minutes since we started talking, but by then, I was sure My Mom was going to discuss with me something very important, and the revelation was definitely not going to be one that would be easily acceptable.

There was no need for her to have been so concerned if her Secret was a regular harmless mistake, and her overly compassionate dialogues were only shedding more light onto the fact that Mummy too knew I would be having my share of troubling doubts!!

Reema : Let’s Go Upstairs…

Harshal : Why??

Reema : Come To My Bedroom… Get Into The Shower With Me!!

Harshal : Why Now?? I Think I First Want To Know What You Are Trying To Tell Me!!

Reema : Let Me Help You Relax… Let Me Help You Calm Down Before I Tell You All About It…

Harshal : That Is Not Needed!!

Reema : Just Let Me Do It!!

Harshal : Mummy…

Reema : What?!

Harshal : You Are Scaring Me!!

Reema : Relax… There Is Absolutely Nothing To Be Scared!! We Are Fine!! It Is A Matter Of The Past!! It Would Change Nothing!!

Harshal : I…

Reema Girne Escort : Come On In… What Are You Waiting For… It Is Fine… Really… Come Inside, Harshal… I Want You To… Oh… Okay… I Am Sorry I Told You The Other Day To Never Enter My Bathroom… I Did Not Like Seeing You Going Through My Dirty Panties… You Know It Was That… I Just Did Not Want To Make A Bigger Scene… But You Do Not Have To Worry About That Now!! I Am All Yours Baby… Mummy Is Yours… Forever… So… Come… Stand Here… Stand Under The Shower, Harshal… Take Off Your Top!!

Harshal : I Don’t Want To Take A Bath Now!!

Reema : I Am Not Giving You A Bath…

Harshal : I Don’t Want To Remove My T-Shirt!!

Reema : What Is Wrong?? I Am Already Naked… What Is Your Problem?? You Can Fuck Me, But You Cannot Stand Undressed In Front Of Me??

Harshal : That Is Not What…

Reema : Look… This Will Help You Feel Better… Trust Me!!

Harshal : Fine…

Reema : Good… Good Boy…

Harshal : Hhmm…

Reema : Whoaa… Look At You… Look At Those Muscles… You Are Such A Stud… My Baby Is The Best… MMWWAAHH… I Hope You Liked Mummy Kissing You On Your Chest!!

Harshal : What Is It??

Reema : Is The Water Hot Enough?? Or Is It Too Hot??

Harshal : Mummy!! It Does Not Matter!! Just Tell Me What You Were Going To Tell Me!!

Reema : Let Me Stroke Your Meat For Sometime…

Harshal : Don’t Touch… I Mean… I Am Feeling So Odd!! All Of This Is So…

Reema : I Know!!

Harshal : Stop Making Me Feel Miserable!!

Reema : Okay… I Get It… I Understand You Are Desperate To Know…

Harshal : Yes!!

Reema : So, The Thing Is… Ya… After I Got Married To Prabhakar… See… After I Got Married To Your Dad… It Was Not A Very Happy Beginning For Me… He Left To Dubai Just A Week After The Wedding, And I Was Feeling Very Lonely… I Wanted To Go Back And Stay At My Own House, But Your Dad’s Parents Did Not Really Like The Idea, Even Though They Never Really Spent Time With Me… A Couple Of Months Or So Went By, And I Slowly Started To Get Used To The Isolation… Your Dad Was Going To Return Only Two Full Years Later… And I…

Harshal : What Is This About??

Reema : Don’t Interrupt!! It Is Just What You Are Thinking It Is!!

Harshal : What!!

Reema : Will You Listen?! Phew… Okay… Let Me Just Tell You What Really Matters!! Hhmm… It Was Around That Time Your Dad’s Younger Brother, Pradeep, Finished College, and Returned To Chennai… So It Was Now Him, His Parents and Me Living In The Same House!! You Can Guess What Would Have Happened Next!!

Harshal : Daddy Knows About This??

Reema : No!! He Has No Clue!! I Thought He Would Find Out, When I Gave Birth To You, But I Think The Thought Never Crossed His Mind, And None Of Your Openly Visible Body Parts Look Like That Of Pradeep’s… So… Hehehe…

Harshal : What The… Excuse Me?! What Did You Just Say, Mom?!

Reema : You Did Not Understand?? You Really Did Not Understand?!

Harshal : I Don’t Think I Have Really Got It…

Reema : It Was Pradeep Uncle Who Impregnated Me… You Were Born From Him!!

Harshal : What The Fuck!! Insane!! I Won’t Believe It… This Is Just You Trying To Talk Dirty To Me!! Stop This Twisted Nonsense Of Yours!! You Are Lying!!

Reema : Why Would I Lie?!

Harshal : I Don’t Know… You Are Crazy!!

Reema : So You Believe Nothing I Have Told You?? You Think Your Uncle Has Had No Role In Our Lives?! You Think I Have Made This Up??

Harshal : I Don’t Know, Mummy… I Really Don’t Know… Look… I Don’t Want To Fight… I Don’t Want To Fight With You… I Really Want To Be Your Special Lover Forever… Please Tell Me What You Said About Pradeep Uncle Was One Of Your Naughty Fantasies!! Please!!

Reema : It Is Not A Fantasy, Harshal… It Is Not My Twisted Mind At Work… I Just Told You My Dirtiest Secret!!

Harshal : I Won’t Accept It!!

Reema : Why?? Okay Fine… If You Are So Adamant… You Tell Me What It Was!! What Do You Think Must Have Happened?? Or Wait… You Actually Think I Mentioned Your Pradeep Uncle’s Name For No Real Reason?? Do You?! At-Least Tell Me That!!

Harshal : I Am Not Sure… I… I Feel You Two Must Have Hooked Up… Maybe… But It Just Cannot Be As Gross As What You Just Told Me!!

Reema : Gross?? Lol!! Whatever… I Am All Ears… Tell Me More!! Tell Me What According To You Must Have Happened!!

Harshal : How Can I… I Know Nothing… Look… I Feel Pradeep Uncle Took Advantage Of Your Loneliness, And Temporarily Replaced Dad. Magosa Escort He Must Have Given You What You Were Missing… Maximum, Once Or Twice!!

Reema : Once Or Twice?! In All Those Two Full Years?? Seriously?! You Think This Is Some Kind Of A Joke?? I Agree You Have Reservations About Quickly Accepting The Real Identity Of Your Male Parent, And I Will Not Force You… But You Also Feel Nothing Major Happened Between Your Uncle And Your Mother?! You Think I Am Stupid Enough To Be Sharing With You Secrets From The Past If They Were Really As Silly And Baseless As You Claim Them To Be?? Really?! Well, You Know What… Pradeep Used To Fuck Me Regularly… Like So Fucking Often!! He Used To Do Me A Minimum Of Three To Four Times A Day!! He Had Got My Pussy So Wide Open!! It Was Nothing Like What You Felt Yesterday When Pradeep And I Were Together… We Had So Much Fun… I Really Even Wished I Was Married To Him… Your Dad Fucked Me On Our First Night, But I Am Pretty Sure He Too Would Have Enjoyed Only As Much I Had Enjoyed, And That Was Nil, And Pradeep Showed Me Real Pleasure!! We Stopped Our Scandalous Affair Once Your Dad Came Back, Resigning From His Job In Dubai, Deciding To Settle Down In Chennai Forever.

Harshal : Okay… I Believe All Of It!! But You Got Pregnant After Dad Returned… And If You Had Already Stopped Doing It With Pradeep Uncle, Why Did You Say He Was The One Who Impregnated You?! Look Mummy… It Is Cool You Have Such Fantasies… But You Cannot Play With Me Like This… It Will Hurt Our Relationship!! Don’t Ever Lie To Me Again!!

Reema : Harshal… I Did Not Lie… See… I Only Said We Stopped The Affair!! We However Still Took Our Chances, And We Took The Extra Effort To Do It Safely, Without Getting Caught!! Until The Day We Were Left With No Other Option Than To Really Fully Stop… Until The Day I Realized I Was Pregnant!! Pradeep Made Me Pregnant!!

Harshal : Mummy!! What The Hell!!

Reema : I Am Serious!!

Harshal : But You Went For An Abortion… Right?! Say Yes!! Please!!

Reema : No!!

Harshal : What?!

Reema : I Am Sorry… But That Is The Truth!! In-Fact, I Have Been Telling You The Truth About Pradeep, For So Long Now… I Have Been Giving You All The Hints… I Thought You Would Realize Sooner… Perhaps What Happened Between Us Was Destined To Also Give You This Private Detail!!

Harshal : What Exactly Are You Telling Me, Mummy?!

Reema : You Still Don’t Understand?! Fine… Look… Harshal… Pradeep Uncle Is Not Your Uncle…

Harshal : Then?? What?! He Is Not My Dad’s Real Brother??

Reema : Ohh… You… Harshal!! He Is Your Dad… Pradeep Is Your Real Father… You Are Actually Your Uncle’s Son… And Your Father Is Actually Your Uncle!!

Harshal : Shut Up, Mummy!! Impossible!! You Are So Disgusting!! You Sound So Normal, And You Have No Idea What Is Happening To Me… Truth Or Lie, What You Said Is Too Cheap!! I Hate You!!

Reema : Harshal… Look… I Am Sorry… I Just Wanted To… You Know… Don’t Be So Upset… Don’t Get So Angry… You Cannot Hate Me For Telling You The Truth!! See… I Can… Harshal… Don’t Be Upset… Harshal!! This Is… Ohh… Ohho… Well Well Well… Hellooo… You Don’t Seem To Be All That Upset, My Boy… At-Least, That Is What Your Stiff Friend Down Under Tells Me!! You Have Been Enjoying Listening To Your Slutty Cheating Mummy’s Dirty Tales!!

Harshal : Shit!! What The… No!! I Am Not Hard!!

Reema : You Don’t Have To Try To Cover… I Don’t Mind… Hehe…

Harshal : I Don’t Want To Talk To You!!

Reema : Yeah?! Sure?? Okay… So… Would You Be Less Angry At Me If I Told You I Have Still Not Got The Cherry Of My Ass Popped, And I Would Love To Have You Do That For Me?!

Harshal : Whooaa… What?!

Reema : You Heard It Right!!

Harshal : Bloody… Fuck It… Fuck It All!! Just Turn Around, Bitch!!

Whatever was the state of My Mind then, I was smart enough to be fully convinced that My Life had changed forever.

Well, I already knew nothing was going to remain the same, the very first time I Fucked My Mom, but with this new development, I felt My Life had properly turned Upside Down, and there was also this fear starting to grow inside me that strongly hinted on the chances of there being a lot more to come!!

However, there still was no way I could miss out on doing damage to Mummy’s Butt, and Complete the Conquest of My Mother.

She had kept the Shower On all this while, and we were both fully wet, and she was practically bathing me, throughout the revealing conversation, and I was so off-track, I did not even Lefkoşa Escort realize that she had even used a lot of soothing Body Wash on me, especially all over My Crotch!!

She had also very tactfully been relentlessly stroking My Cock, and by the time she had proposed to me that I make myself feel better doing her in the Ass, I was as hard as a rock, thanks to all the purposeful stimulation she had given me, and also due to the Dirty Sexual Conditioning of My Thought Process, that subconsciously forced me to relish on My Mother’s Vulgar Confession!!

Reema : Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!! You Bastaaaardddd!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!! You Are Going To Kill Me… Ahhhhhh!! I Think My Ass Is Going To Split Into Two!! Ahhhh… Fuckkk… Ahhhh… Ohh Shitt!! Ahh… Ah… I Hate You…

Harshal : I Love You Too, Mummy!!

Reema : Ohhhh… Son Of A Bitch!! You Could Have Used Something To Lubricate My Back Hole!! Bastard!!

Harshal : You Are So Cute!!

Reema : Bloody… Fuck!! Ahhh… I Thought The Shower Gel On You Would Be Enough… Shit!! Fuck… This Is Painful!!

Harshal : Hahaha…

Reema : Ohh Fuckk!! Ohh Yeahhh…

Harshal : Hehehe…

Reema : Ooooo… Damn… Yes Yes Yes!!

Harshal : Whore!!

Reema : Whooaa… Amazing Feeling… Mmmmmmm…

Harshal : You Are Such A Slut!!

Reema : This Is My First Time In The Ass… This Is My First Time In The Shower… This Is The First Time I Am Feeling So Complete…

Harshal : I Don’t Think I Really Heard You Moan Enough!! I Don’t Think I Really See You Excited Enough!! I Don’t Think I Really Find You Satisfied Enough!!

Reema : Mother-Fucker!!

Harshal : You Are Such A Bitch!! Cheating Slut!!

Reema : I Guess I Should Have Just Let You Fuck Me In The Ass, From The Very Beginning Of Our Conversation… You Seem A Lot More Relaxed Now, And I Think You… Ohh… You Bastard!! Aaahhh… Ahh…

Harshal : You Untrustworthy Whore!!

Reema : Yeah… Call Mummy A Dirty Whore… Call Me A Filthy Bitch… Drill My Back Harder!! Break Me!! Push It In… Go Go… More… Do What Your Dad Could Never Do!!

Harshal : Err… Hhmm…

Reema : You Cannot Slow… Faster… Bastard!!

Harshal : I… Yeah… I… I Am Still…

Reema : What?! Don’t Slow Down… Don’t You Stop!! Push Your Big Dick Inside Mummy’s Fat Ass!! Faster… Think About Nothing Else…

Harshal : I Am Actually Still Feeling So Heavy… I Feel So Incomplete!!

Reema : Ohh Fuckkk… Fine… Let Me Give You The Closure You Need… Before That… No… Don’t Pull Out!! Ahh… Let Me Make This Clear… Ooo… Look… Boy… I Did Not Offer My Ass To You As A Bribe!! Okay?! Don’t You Even Dare To Think About It Like That!! I Am All Yours, And You Have The Right Over Every Inch In My Body… And I Just Felt You Would Need This The Most Today… And Yeah… So… Yes… And I Know There Are A Lot Of Things You Want To Know… It Is Natural… I Don’t Blame You… But My Request To You Is To Not Be Too Concerned!! Don’t Lose Sleep About Anything I Am Going To Tell You…And Told You… See… Dad Could Never Make Me Pregnant!! It Was As Simple As That!! Harshal… You Can Guess How Tiny We Was… Even If He Had Somehow Managed to Enter Me, There Was No Way His Dick Had The Caliber To Release The Sperm That Was Good Enough To Fuse With My Egg… And… Harsh… Are You Even There?! Boy… I Think I Should Just Stop Talking About Him!! Not Going To Mention Him Ever Again… Because You Clearly Have Reduced Your Speed… Forgotten How To Have Sex… Ever Since I Brought His Name Back!!

Harshal : But…

Reema : Hhmm… Alright… And The Twisted Thoughts… Yeah… You Don’t Have To Worry About That Either… Because Whatever You Have Heard Till Now, Is Not Worth Being Upset For… Nothing Major… Hehe… You Are Just Going To Know About The Real Deals!!

Harshal : Mom… Mummy… I Am Not… Look… I Don’t Think I Am Even Listening… I Just… Be Honest With Me… Who Is My Real Father?? Is It Really Pradeep Uncle?! What You Earlier Said Was Not One Of Your Dirty Dreams??

Reema : You Still Think Your Dad Could Have Made Me Pregnant?!

Harshal : I… I Am… I Don’t See A Lot Of Chances!!

Reema : So… Are You Asking Me If It Is Somebody Other Than Your Pradeep Uncle?? Seriously?!

Harshal : No, Mummy… No…

Reema : Sure?? Yeah?!

Harshal : No Way!! I Mean… Do I Have To Ask You That??

Reema : What Do You Think??

Harshal : I Just Don’t Know, Mummy… I Just Don’t Know, Anymore… I Hope Not!!

Reema : Well… Harshal… I Am Sorry… Hahaha… But I Think You Should!! You Actually Should Ask Me If Pradeep Uncle Is The Only Possible Owner Of The Seeds That Turned Into What You Are Today… Because, As Far As I Remember, Your Daddy’s Then New Boss In Chennai, In The Company He Joined After His Return From Dubai, Also Was As Big As Pradeep!!

To Be Continued…

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Ruth and I have been together for just over 15 years and married for ten. We are both in our forties and keep ourselves in pretty good shape.

Ruth goes to the gym 3 or 4 times a week and has a really sexy body. She’s around 5ft 5″ with short dark brown hair, she has the most gorgeous ass and boobs which I reckon are just about the perfect size.

I’m 6ft with short light brown hair and I’ve been told a bigger than average cock.

This story is based on Ruth’s daughter Joanne, who is now 29. I’ve known her since she was just a young teenager and she lived with us for a number of years before getting a place of her own.

Joannes young teenage years were probably like most teenage girls. Lots of talking back, tears and tantrums. We had our fair share of run ins over the years but she calmed down a bit when she turned 18.

Since then we developed quite a close relationship and she would tell me about her latest boyfriends and probably quite a lot of stuff that her mum didn’t know about. Her latest boyfriend was called Mark and they have been together for a few months.

Just to give you the overall picture, Joanne had grown into a very attractive woman. She is 5ft 8 inches, very long light brown hair, long legs that ended in a tight ass and gorgeous boobs.

She had started becoming more aware of the effect her looks had on men and would wear low cut tops to show off her cleavage or really short skirts, or both at the same time.

Lots of times before going out she would get me to take pictures of her so she could post them on social media.

Like a lot of 18 year old girls I imagine, she would pout for the photos and put a finger to her lips, pushing up her boobs to get the best photos. Even though she was my step daughter I couldn’t help getting an erection on a number of occasions.

I don’t think it went unnoticed by Joanne as she seemed to start wearing less and less around the house whenever I was there.

She would walk around in the tiniest shorts and tight t-shirts obviously without anything underneath and bend over in front of me to reach things.

I just tried to look away and do the right thing.

On a couple of occasions, she ‘forgot’ I was home and came out of the shower completely naked.

“Oh, sorry.” she would say, acting all surprised before trying to look like she was covering up “I forgot you were home.”

On those occasions I had to go and lock myself in the bathroom and have a good wank.

This went on for a number of months and I got accidental flashes of her boobs and her thong covered ass on numerous occasions.

She had friends over to stay most weekends and that just made things worse. Her friends used to run round our house as well wearing next to nothing. I was beginning to think it was just a girl thing, either that or they were doing it to see my reaction.

Not that our house was a sex free or nudity free zone, it wasn’t. Ruth would quite often walk round the upstairs of our house in just in her underwear not caring if Joanne or her friends noticed.

One year we booked a trip to Spain for a fortnight and she asked if she could come too and bring her best friend Amelia with her.

That wasn’t a problem as we had booked a two bedroom apartment so there was plenty of room.

I wasn’t complaining because the girls would be sunbathing all day by the pool and they would probably do their own thing at night leaving us free to have our own time together.

After arriving at our apartment we got settled in and the girls went to have a look around.

Ruth and I lay down on the bed for a rest after the long trip and one thing led to another. It was pretty hot in the room and we were lying on top of the sheets in our underwear making the most of the air con which had just been turned on.

Wondering just how many chances we would get over the next two weeks to fuck I asked Ruth if she was up for it when the girls were out.

She looked over at me and the bulge in my tight boxer shorts and smiled.

“Well, it looks like you are anyway.” she said as she turned on to her side and grabbed my cock through the material.

She sat up properly and took off her bra and thong. She then nodded down to me looking at my boxers saying “If you want to fuck me you would really need to take those off.”

I was naked in no time and turned round to admire her figure.

She lay down on her side so we were facing each other and reached over to take hold of my cock.

I reached round to squeeze her gorgeous ass before taking a nipple in my mouth to suck.

Ruth’s boobs aren’t huge but to me they are just the perfect size. Big enough to grab in my hand and with large hard nipples which I loved to play with.

We stayed like that for a while, just playing with each other before I moved my hand down to her pussy.

I gently pushed her over so she was lying on her back and slipped a finger inside her.

She had let go of my cock and I moved closer so I could suck her nipples while fingering her pussy. My hard cock Magosa Escort was rubbing against her thigh.

She closed her eyes and used her hand to start playing with her other nipple.

I slipped a second finger inside her after a few minutes and she moved her hand down and placed it on top of mine to make sure I was hitting the right spot as I fingered her.

“How many fingers is that?” she asked breathlessly

“Two at the minute.” I replied “Do you want more?”

“Yes please.”

I slipped a third inside her as her body writhed on the bed, practically humping my fingers like they were a cock.

She reached round to grab my cock and started to wank me off.

After a minute she let go of my cock and pulled herself away from my fingers.

She put two pillows behind me head, telling me to lie back, before throwing her leg over me and guiding my cock into her wet pussy.

“Oh that feels good,” she sighed, before starting to grindmher body against mine.

She had her hands on my chest as she fucked me while I held on to her hips.

After a few minutes she leaned forward and held onto the headboard.

This made it easy for me to grab hold of her ass with both hands so I could really get going and pound her pussy from below. It also meant her boobs were swinging in front of my face and I took the opportunity to suck on them and bite her nipples.

I could tell she was nearly ready to have her first orgasm and I speeded up trying to help her along.

Just then we heard the door to the apartment open.

“Mum.” Joanne called, just as Ruth was orgasming on my cock.

“Go away, we’re having a fuck.” Ruth shouted out between moans.

Now the layout of the apartment was such that our bedroom was right beside the front door. The girls bedroom was next, followed by the bathroom and then an open plan kitchen, living room and a balcony.

When we lay down earlier we weren’t intending to have sex, we were just taking a break so we hadn’t closed the door.

That meant that Joanne and Amelia were now standing at our door watching Ruth orgasm on my cock.

They were both a bit speechless and I don’t think they knew what to say or do. They just stood there with their mouths open as Ruth climbed off my cock.

She lay back on the bed and looked over to the door “Did you not hear me?”

“Sorry,” Joanne said “we did, we were just going to tell you about how good the pool is.”

Now while this conversation was going on I was lying on the bed with my rock hard cock on full show to the world. Not only that but it was covered in Ruth’s pussy juices and the smell of sex in the room was unmissable.

“Well Pete hasn’t cum yet so can you tell us about it later?” Ruth asked.

“Sure.” replied both girls who hadn’t taken their eyes off my cock since they had been standing there.

“Ok, where do you want me?” Ruth asked me.

I looked over towards the girls who still hadn’t moved and inch.

“Don’t worry, they’ll go when you start fucking me.” she said, looking over towards them.

“Lie down across the bed.” I said hesitantly.

Ruth turned over and lay face down on the bed with her head off the edge.

The girls still hadn’t moved…

I got up and lifted my legs over Ruth so my cock was resting in between her ass cheeks.

The girls still hadn’t moved…

I slid my cock up and down a bit, squeezing her ass with my hands so it clenched my cock as I did.

The girls still hadn’t moved…

I lifted up slightly and took hold of my cock, giving it a few strokes while looking towards the door.

The girls still hadn’t moved…

I then guided my cock into Ruth’s wet pussy, held on to her ass and started fucking her.

Ruth gasped as I thrust inside her, gripping the side of the bed for support.

I knew there was no way I would last that long, especially with an audience. I debated whether to cum inside Ruth’s pussy or pull out and cum all over her ass so the girls would see.

I decided to pull out. After a few more thrusts deep inside my wife I pulled back, grabbed my cock and wanked furiously over Ruth’s ass.

There was spurt after spurt. It seemed to go on for ages. It went up her back and onto her ass before running down her crack.

I let my cock go so it was resting between Ruth’s cum covered ass cheeks before rubbing it back and forth making my cum go everywhere.

I looked towards the door and the girls had gone.

I wondered just how much they had seen?

“Did you enjoy that.” Ruth asked, turning round to look at me.

“Of course.” I said, before giving her a kiss on the lips.

“I told you they would leave once you started fucking me.” Ruth replied before getting up to go to the bathroom.

After getting cleaned up we went into the living room where the girls were sitting chatting.

I still didn’t know just how much they saw but I knew they must have got a good look at my cock. They were still sneaking glances over it as I sat there Kıbrıs Escort in my swim shorts.

“Ok,” said Ruth “Tell us what you found.”

The girls went on to tell us all about the complex, how good the pool looked, the fact that there was a bar and two different restaurants.

It was late afternoon by the time we had arrived so I suggested that we go down to the bar for a couple of drinks and then we can back to the apartment to get freshened up before going for something to eat.

The girls grabbed their bags and I grabbed the keys to the apartment and off we went.

I got a round in at the bar. Wine for Ruth, beer for me and cocktails for the girls.

We spent an hour chatting about this and that and just enjoying people watching before going back to the apartment to get ready for dinner.

One thing we hadn’t banked on when we told the girls they could come with on holiday was that the apartment only had one bathroom. With three girls and me that was going to be difficult enough.

We decided that whoever was in the bathroom wasn’t allowed to lock the door. Just in case someone really needed to pee and there was somebody in the shower. Just knock first.

That was fine by me as Ruth would use the toilet when I’m in the shower whenever we were home, so it wasn’t any different. The only problem was that Joanne was here and not only Joanne but her best friend Amelia.

I hadn’t any plans of ‘accidentally’ walking in on them in the shower but I wasn’t so sure about Joanne walking in on me in the shower.

I don’t think Amelia would. She’s a bit more innocent than Joanne. I’m not even sure if she has a boyfriend which is crazy…

Amelia is stunning. She must have some Spanish ancestry or something because her hair is as black as coal and comes down to her shoulders. Her skin is a lovely shade of light caramel. She’s shorter than Joanne but not by much. Her boobs aren’t quite as big but she has a really cute ass. She just seems to lack the same sort of confidence that Joanne has.

Back to the present and Ruth went to shower first as she wanted to wash her hair and get it dried before going out.

I waited in our bedroom for Ruth to finish before going in next.

When Ruth came back to the bedroom to dry her hair, I grabbed my clothes and went to use the shower.

“What are you taking those all for?” Ruth asked

“I was going to get dressed in there so I’m not walking round in front of the girls in just my boxers.” I replied.

“Don’t be daft.” She said “You’ll be fine. Sure they’ve seen plenty already.”

There was no point in arguing. It wasn’t as if I was going to be walking round the apartment with my cock bouncing in front of me. My boxers are all pretty snug so the girls would be able to see the outline of my cock but that was about it.

Ruth started drying her hair and I went to get showered.

As I was walking past the girl’s room their door was lying open and they were trying to decide what to wear.

They were both standing with their backs to me and all I could see was two stunning 18 year old bodies.

They were only wearing a bra and a thong as they swapped outfits.

I stood for a second taking in the view, my cock growing harder in my shorts, before Joanne turned round and noticed me looking.

I hurriedly went to the bathroom, thinking that I really needed a cold shower to calm me down.

I closed the door, stripped off and got into the shower.

The shower was a decent size and had glass panels all round.

My cock was still hard so I took the opportunity to have a quick wank so it would be well down for going out later.

Next thing I knew the door opened and in came Joanne, closing the door behind her.

“Sorry,” she said, as she looked at me wanking in the shower “I really need to pee.”

She pulled her thong down and sat down on the toilet to pee.

I didn’t know what to do. If I let go of my cock it would just be sticking straight out. I couldn’t keep wanking it while she was sitting there either so I decided to turn round a bit and try and hold it down while pretending to shower.

“Don’t mind me.” she said “I saw you looking at us earlier. Did we do that to you?”

“No of course not.” I stammered “I was just horny.”

“Oh.” replied Joanne a little dejectedly, getting up from the toilet “Are we not hot enough?”

“Of course you’re hot.” I replied “You’re both stunning and very sexy but I’m twice your age.”

“I like older guys.” she replied “It was cool watching you earlier with mum. It got Amelia and me a bit worked up.”

“Really?” I asked, quite surprised.

“I’ve seen the outline of your cock before but never really when it’s so hard.” she replied “It’s a lot bigger than I imagined. I didn’t think there would be as much cum either. That was so hot to watch.”

“You watched me cum as well?” I asked, a little surprised.

“We couldn’t really take our eyes off it. Marks cock isn’t even close to the size of yours… Because Lefkoşa Escort I’ve really only seen a few cocks I thought they were all around his size. Mark is the first one I’ve fucked but we’ve only fucked a few times and he cums really quickly so I don’t really enjoy it.”

“Amelia has even less experience than me. She lost her virginity to her first boyfriend Michael in the back seat of his dads car. She said it was awful and it was over in minutes. She thought your cock was huge compared to Michaels.”

I didn’t know what to say. All this talk wasn’t helping my ‘situation’. My cock was as hard as it has ever been.

“Can I watch you cum again?” Joanne asked hesitantly.

“I’m not sure that’s such a good idea.” I replied, somewhat reluctantly. “I don’t think your mum would be too pleased.”

“Please…. can I even just watch you stroke it for a bit?” she pleaded “Just for minute and then I’ll go.”

“Fine, just for a minute.” I agreed and turned round to face her.

The only thing separating us now was the glass of the shower screen as I wanked in front of my step daughter.

I was naked and she might as well have been, only wearing a tiny black thong and skimpy bra.

I gave my cock a few strokes as she watched.

“Ok,” I said “Thats enough.”

“Don’t stop yet.” she replied, flattering her eyelashes at me as she lifted a finger to her mouth and sucked on it.

Fuck… she might still be young but she knows what buttons to push.

She looked down at my cock as it started to twitch in front of her.

She then reached inside her bra and pulled her boobs out one at a time before putting her hand down the front of her thong.

What the hell was she trying to do to me…

“Cum for me.” she pleaded as she fingered her pussy in front of me. “Just pretend you are fucking my tight pussy. It’s so wet right now. I bet even that big cock of yours would slide in so easily.”

I couldn’t help myself and started wanking furiously in front of her.

“That’s it.” she whispered “Your cock would feel so good inside me. Will I bend over this sink so you fuck me from behind?”

That was it… My cock erupted. Spewing ropes of cum all over the glass of the shower screen. Even though I had come only a couple of hours ago the screen was covered. It was running down the screen as Joanne pulled her fingers from her pussy and lifted them up to her mouth to suck clean.

“Now doesn’t that feel better?” she asked.

“You are such a tease.” I replied, smiling.

“Maybe one day I’ll let you fuck me for real.” she added, before getting herself presentable and going back to her bedroom.

I finished showering wondering what the hell had just happened and went back to our bedroom to get dressed.

“You took your time.” said Ruth, as I came in.

“I didn’t think we were in any rush.” I answered, wondering could she see my cheeks getting red.

The rest of the night passed by uneventfully. We all went out to dinner to a local Tapas restaurant and got plenty of food and a few drinks.

The girls were dressed to party in very short, revealing summer dresses which made it hard to concentrate during the meal. Joanne kept looking over at me and smiling about what went on. I’m not sure what she told Amelia but she must have told her something because every time Amelia looked my direction she blushed.

When we had finished our dinner Ruth and I headed back to the apartment while the girls headed to the bar for a few drinks.

It had been a long day and it wasn’t long before Ruth and I were fast asleep.

I was woken around 1.30 in the morning by the sound of the girls coming back.

“Quiet.” Joanne whispered as they closed the door, their heels clicking on the tiled floor.

There was a lot of giggling and I could hear them getting glasses in the living room so I got up to see what they were doing.

I normally sleep in the nude so I pulled on my boxer shorts and quietly got up to investigate.

The girls were in the kitchen pouring themselves a drink which they definitely didn’t need. They looked like they already had quite a few at the bar.

“Hi girls,” I whispered “What’s going on?”

“We’re just getting a drink.” replied Joanne “Sorry, did we wake you?”

“You woke me, but you know what your mum’s like. She’d sleep through a tornado.” I replied

“Do you want a drink Pete?” asked Amelia, before pouring me a large glass of what looked like red wine.

“Just one.” I replied, thinking I really should keep an eye on them and make sure they don’t swallow their own vomit or something.

I sat down on the sofa with my wine in hand.

“Shift up.” said Joanne as she sat down beside me with her glass of wine, the hem of her short summer dress riding up to give me a good view of her thighs.

Amelia then came over and sat down on the other side of me with her wine and lifted her foot up under her thigh so she was nearly sitting cross legged. Her dress also edged up giving me a good look at her caramel coloured thighs.

“So what did you get up to?” I asked, trying to ignore the amount of leg that was pushing up against me on both sides.

“We just had a few drinks.” replied Joanne “We’re not too drunk though, just tipsy.”

“Joanne told me about earlier.” said Amelia, blushing as she did.

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The Monster Part 2

By Charlie Flemming

Copyright 2022 Charlie Flemming

Author’s Note: All Characters are over the age of 18

This story begins in 2022

Main Characters

Jack-18, 16″ cock, light brown hair, blue eyes, 6’3″ tall

Sara-Mom-36, GG-sized tits, black hair, brown eyes, fit but very tone and curvy.

Rita-Aunt-37, FF-sized tits, blonde hair, blue eyes, similarly amazing body to Sara but not quite as hot

Josephine (Jo)-sister, 18, EE-sized tits, twin to Jack, red hair, green eyes most popular girl in school

Clara-Cousin, 18, EE-sized tits, brown hair, kinda dumb but very kind

Beth Ryder-teacher, 28, FF-sized tits, redhead

Naomi Moore-38, doctor, FF-sized tits, African American

Rose (Ro)-18, DD-sized tits, Jo’s best friend and a popular girl in school, brunette hair

Week 2: I Can’t Get No Satisfaction

Sunday, September 11

1

Early that morning, Sara had another sex dream featuring her son.

In it, she was standing in the kitchen washing the dishes. But she was naked with everything but her black pair of high heels. Jack walked into the room.

“Mom! You look gorgeous!” He shouted as he pulled his pants down and his humongous cock popped out. It was already rock hard. “Look how hard you make my dick with your sexy body!”

Sara moaned, “Oh my! You really have been getting a lot of erections lately! Maybe I should take care of that for you!”

“Please do, Mom,” Jack moaned as he rubbed his big dick against her ass, “Where do you want it Mom, pussy or asshole?”

In the dream, Sara thought about it because in the dream she’d been fucked already many times in both holes. “Pussy!” She decided after a moment.

Jack did as asked and stuck the entirety of his absolutely enormous cock into Sara’s quivering pussy, “OH I’LL NEVER GET USED TO YOUR MASSIVE COCK!” Sara moaned, “FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF ME SON! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU FOREVER!” She shouted as she felt him filling her full of his semen and she came and came again on her son’s massive dick…

2

Sara woke up in her bed. “FOREVER!” She cried as she came to the biggest orgasm she’d had yet. She then threw her pillow over her face to block any other moans as her body was completely wrecked by this massive orgasm. She shook, her pussy spasming, her sheets soaked in sweat and cunt juices as she began to come down from her intense cum.

“Fuck me.” Sara moaned as she threw the pillow onto the other side of the bed. It was still dark out but she knew she wasn’t going to get any more sleep that night. She got up and dreamily started changing her sheets, thinking about the dream, but, if she were being honest, she was mostly thinking about her son’s massive cock at that moment. She wasn’t pushing the thoughts from her mind either, she was too tired and still coming down from a massive orgasm. Sara took her dirty sheets and blanket down to the laundry in the basement, all the time thinking of that throbbing, veiny monster.

But there was a part of the dream she liked almost as much as her son’s dick. It was how sexy it made her feel. Sara had not had a reason to feel desirable in a very long time. Even though it was her son, she still liked to think she could be alluring to a man, especially one just like her son…

When Sara went back to her bedroom with clean sheets. She glanced at her closet. Thinking about the high-heeled shoes that she had on in the dream. Sara actually wasn’t sure if she owned them anymore.

She found them in the very back of her closet behind every other pair of shoes she owned. She smiled as she tried them on. They still fit Sara perfectly. Sara inexplicably decided that she would wear them to church. She had a dress from way back when that went with them. She found it near the back of her closet on the wrack.

It was a little tight, and her boobs pressed out of the straps a little too much and showed off too much tit-flesh. Sara was about to take it off again when her son came out of his room and saw her. His eyes went wide.

“Oh, Mom, uh, what um,” Jack swallowed trying to catch his breath. The dress not only hugged her boobs, showing off a lot of extra flesh that Sara had never shown off as far as he knew, but the dress also hugged every inch of her body. Her ass was especially shown off, “Uh, you look…different.” He stuttered out finally, his voice caught in his throat and he didn’t say anything more as he rushed into the bathroom to shower before church.

Sara bit her lip. She noticed that a tent had quickly formed Girne Escort in her son’s pants as he stared at her body just then. She decided she would wear the dress to church after all.

3

Church actually wasn’t that exciting. Though Jo did comment on her mother’s dress and began wondering if this had anything to do with Jack’s constant erections around the house lately but pushed it from her mind just as she had what she caught her cousin doing. There was just no way! Jack is just such a loser and he’s her son! Jo was starting to think she just had a dirty mind.

Still, Jo noticed, just as Sara did, that Sam held a bible over his crotch to hide his still quite obvious erection throughout most of the church. Jo guessed that their mother’s outfit was affecting him. She felt slightly jealous for reasons she suppressed like all the other things happening around her lately, he’s your brother!

Jo decided to go out later with one of her usual boyfriends and she let him bang her in the back of her car. He made her cum, but her heart wasn’t in it as much as it normally was. She just kept thinking about her brother and wondering if a humongous cock like that would feel even better than that meathead’s average dick.

Monday, September 12

1

Rose was Jo’s best friend and the next day at lunch she noticed that Jo was being especially spacey.

“Huh?” Jo asked.

“I said how’s your brother doing?” Rose repeated.

Jo rolled her eyes, though really her brother had been on her mind since church yesterday. He was still such a loser she knew she couldn’t admit anything about that to Ro (which is what she called Rose as a nickname though it was kind of just a thing they did between each other so their names rhymed). “Who cares?” Jo said. “Jack is just…average, let’s not talk about him.”

Rose guffawed, “Trust me, Jo, your brother is far from average. I was there when he whipped his dick out.”

Jo blushed as the image of her brother’s hard cock as she’d seen in his bedroom with Clara the other day. She shook her head, “I don’t need to hear that!” she proclaimed, pretending to be more upset at her friend than she actually was at herself.

Rose laughed again, “Haha, I’m sorry. Wasn’t trying to gross you out.” A minute later she added, “Still, I might need to add your brother to my list of boy toys.”

Jo blushed even deeper and groaned as Rose laughed even harder.

2

At home, while the girls were at school and Rita was at work, that only left Jack and Sara back at the house.

Jack stayed up really late since he didn’t need to go to school the next day, so he didn’t wake up until about noon. The house seemed so quiet, he assumed no one else was home and came down the stairs in nothing but his boxers.

He regretted that immediately. His mother, Sara, was standing next to the dining room. She was dusting the table, but she was only wearing her swimsuit. But not her normal one-piece, this was a two-piece Jack could only remember seeing her wear before his dad died. It used to fit her fine but now it was small on her. Too small. His mouth dropped open.

His mom was leaning over towards him and her breasts were almost entirely visible except for a tiny triangle for each nipple. But her areolas peaked of each breast. Same with her V-shaped bottom, the back seemed to be swallowed by her ass crack and it looked like she wasn’t wearing anything, and he could clearly see her ass in all its glory. The front had a different issue. They would be fine, except they were so obviously wet with his mother’s pussy juice that it hung to her cunt lips and he could see every detail of his mother’s vagina.

Needless to say, Jack’s cock was rock hard right away.

Sara gasped when she saw her son. “Oh Jack, I didn’t think you’d be up yet. Sorry for my outfit, all my other clothes are being washed.” She lied, truthfully she dressed like that after her daughter and niece left for school and had been getting hornier and hornier as she waited in the dining room for her son to get up. Sara wasn’t sure what had gotten into her that morning but she also never reconsidered her decision to wear that sexy getup until her son woke up.

“Um, I need, uh, I need to go.” Jack stuttered as he ran out of the room and back into his room upstairs.

Sara bit her lip, realizing only then that she was just teasing her son now, essentially only for her own amusement. She sighed as she went back up to her own room to change into something more appropriate for a mother to wear around her son.

When Rita got home that night she reminded Magosa Escort Sara that she needed to take Jack into the doctor’s office tomorrow since she would be at work. Rita reminded her it would be a new doctor, someone named Dr. Naomi Moore.

Tuesday, September 13

1

Dr. Naomi Moore had been thinking about what Rita told her a lot since they sixty-nined at her house. Mostly at just how hung this Jack was supposed to be, but Naomi had a feeling that her old friend had been exaggerating. Still, she was planning on having a little fun before she wrote up this doctor’s excuse for the young man so he could get back in school.

When she walked into the waiting room she saw Jack sitting there with his mother. She knew it was him because Rita had texted a picture to her so she would know. What she hadn’t told her was that his mother would be with him and she would be even hotter than Rita herself! Dr. Moore could feel herself getting even hornier than she already was.

“Jack, I presume,” Naomi said, “And is this your girlfriend?” She asked as she turned to Sara.

Sara blushed, and put her hand up in greeting, “I’m his mother, Sara.”

Naomi surprised both of them by kissing Sara’s hand, “Charmed.” She said, “I’m Dr. Naomi Moore. You can both call me Naomi. Could you both come back with me?”

“What? Do I need to be there?” Sara asked, worried. She already had been spending most of her time fantasizing about her son’s cock, not to mention her almost nightly wet dreams. She was also still feeling bad about teasing him yesterday and wanted to be a good mother. Sara wasn’t sure if she could keep doing that if she kept seeing her son’s penis.

“Well, your sister told me about your son’s case already,” Naomi explained, “And it sounds like it could be something very serious. Something that I think you need to be there for, just in case it turns out to be something we need to be worried about.”

Naomi saw mother and son exchange a worried glance with each other. Naomi had really only decided that Sara should be back there because she was so hot. Also, though she wouldn’t admit this to even Rita, incest turned Naomi on and if she could get this hot mother and hung son to do something together in her room, that would be the hottest thing ever!

2

They all went back to Rita’s office and Jack got on the examination table. He removed his pants while his mom openly stared at his flaccid penis. Jack was too embarrassed to notice this though as he was blushing and looking directly at the wall.

Naomi noticed though and thought, Jesus, I guess I’m in luck! It looks like this mother is lusting after her son! She couldn’t believe it, but when she took one look at it she then thought, and even flaccid that cock is the biggest one I’ve ever seen! Holy shit! Rita wasn’t kidding at all! In fact, she might have been underselling it even! Holy motherfucking God! This is amazing!

Naomi realized that the others were staring at her. She had been standing there ogling this massive cock for almost a full minute. “Um, sorry, I had my mind on other things.” She said as she grabbed some gloves and got on her knees in front of Jack. “Stand up,” She told him and he did. Almost as soon as she touched his shaft, his cock grew to full hardness, “Well, you obviously don’t have any problem getting an erection.”

Naomi glanced at Sara who was still gawking at her son’s cock, not seeming to notice anything else in the room. She turned back to the monster cock in front of her and started to lightly stroke it with both of her gloved hands, but not so fast that Sara could accuse her of giving her son a hand job. At least Naomi had the guise of performing an examination, “So what is this I hear about you not being able to orgasm on your own?” She asked as she looked up at Jack as he looked back down at her.

Jack gulped, this African-American doctor looked especially sexy as she stroked his cock and stared up at him. It made him think for just a second that she was beginning him for something, but was so sexually inexperienced he wasn’t sure what it could be. Still, Naomi looked very hot in that position on her knees as slowly stroked him. “Um, I can’t, uh,” he stammered, wishing he was better at talking to hot women, especially ones that were stroking his cock, he took a breath, “I can’t cum when I masturbate. I’ve tried but it, I don’t know, doesn’t build enough.” he wasn’t sure if that made sense.

“Hmm, have you had an orgasm before?” Naomi asked as she got just a little bit faster in her stroking, not wanting to raise suspicions with Jack’s mother who Kıbrıs Escort was sitting very close to this sexual scenario happening right in front of her.

“Yes, um,” Jack wasn’t sure if he should tell the doctor that his aunt gave him a handjob so instead he said, “It was because someone else gave it to me though.”

“Hmm,” Naomi murmured as she pretended to think about that but really she was just imagining what Jack’s cock tasted like. “Maybe I should give you an orgasm now just to make sure you can have one?” She looked to Sara who had not said anything since they came into the examination room, “Would that be alright with you Sara?”

Sara had been in her own sexual haze she only barely heard that question, “Hmm? Oh, um, yes, that would be fine.” She said, trying to shake herself out of it but it was very hard when she could see the tip of her son’s enormous cockhead leaking pre-cum all over the doctor’s hands, though in plastic gloves, it was still very hot for Sara to watch as she imagined feeling her son’s cock in her own hands. “I just want to be a good mom,” She admitted, “And if this helps my son, then I hope this helps his health.”

“You heard your mother, let’s be sure to make sure you cum and empty those balls of yours for your mother!” Naomi said excitedly as she started stroking Jack’s cock very fast. Naomi really wanted to suck it but knew that might be pushing it with Sara sitting right there. But at how much his mother was raping Jack with her eyes, Naomi was all but convinced that Sara wanted to fuck her own son!

She wanted to push this somehow. “Um, Sara,” She said to the horny mother next to her, “It might be better if you got down on the floor next to me.”

“What? Why?” Sara said, though she wanted to do that and watch her son’s giant dick get jerked from up close, she also knew that if she did that she’d be slipping one step closer to teasing her son again. She didn’t want to be mean to Jack, most importantly.

“Well, if this is something serious, you’ll need to see what it is.” Naomi explained, “I’m already certain your son is suffering from ‘Penile Giganticism’ but the fact that he can’t cum on his own is something particularly uncommon with that condition.” Sara got down next to her and got close enough to her son’s cock Naomi was half certain that she was about to lean in and start sucking it but she didn’t Sara just sat there on her knees and watched with a horny expression as this doctor stroked her son’s cock merely inches from her.

Jack had been trying to hold his load. But then he looked down and saw the expression on his mother’s perfect face. She was obviously horny, even though he didn’t know anything about sex, he could tell his mother was lusting after him at that moment. The thought was too much for him and he groaned as his balls tightened.

His sperm rushed out his cock and hit both his mother and Naomi’s tits, though they were both in their clothes.

As soon as the cum hit her, Sara began to orgasm herself. “OH NO!” She shouted but as she came she leaned in and her son proceeded to cum several times all over her face, “FUCK! NO! YES! NO! FUCK!” Sara shouted as she came and her son gave her the first cum facial she’d ever received in her life.

She fell back on the ground. Sara felt some of her son’s cum leak into her panting mouth and she tasted it. Sara never liked the taste of her husband’s cum but this was somehow the most delicious thing she thought she’d ever tasted. She quickly licked the cum from her lips and swallowed it down. Sara probably would have proceeded to eat all the cum off her face if she hadn’t remembered at that instant that she was still in the doctor’s office with her son and the doctor, who was essentially a stranger at that point.

Naomi handed Sara a towel, and she cleaned the cum off herself as Jack puts his pants back on and practically ran out of the office and into the car. She also handed Sara the doctor’s note he needed and told her, “And I expect to see you here again next week. Tuesday.”

Sara nodded, too embarrassed to speak as she left the office.

3

The car ride home was almost completely silent until they pulled into the driveway and Jack said, “Sorry, I really am. Mom.” He said.

“It’s okay,” Sara sighed, “I’m sorry too. I guess,” She bit her lip, “Look, you have something wrong with you, I mean that in the best possible way, Jack,” She sighed again, “I just want what’s best for you, son, and I hope you don’t think any less of me after what happened in the office today.”

Jack grinned comfortingly, “Of course not, I think your the best mom in the whole world. I’ll always think that. No matter what.”

Sara was really happy to hear that. She took a shower because her face still felt like there was some cum on it, but then she and her son watched some movies on the couch until the girls got home from school and it felt like things were back to normal between them once again.

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