A Comforting Father

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As I pulled up in front of the address my ex-wife Liz had given me, I was filled with regret over what had become of my daughter to cause her to move into such a sketchy neighborhood after her unsatisfactory marriage collapsed. My former wife told me that my baby girl Michelle was too embarrassed to tell me herself that she had divorced the unworthy snob she had married, probably because she thought I would say, “Told you so!”

I had no intention of doing that because despite everything I had wanted Michelle to be happy, especially since right after she got hitched as I expected my wife filed for divorce. No loss, and it was an act of mercy on her part to pull the plug on our loveless union. Liz had claimed that she knew I was seeing someone else, only she didn’t know who that someone actually was. If she had known the identity of my lover? Then it would have gotten really ugly.

So here I was nearing a half century old and living in an drab apartment complex by myself, now going to console my newly freed baby girl, although at 24 Michelle was only still a baby in my eyes. The bottle of vodka in the bag I brought up to the door was supposed to help ease the pain, both hers and mine I guess, if she answered my knock. The door did open however, and she seemed surprised to see me there.

“Hire a detective to find me?” Michelle asked, and when I shook my head she nodded and mumbled, “Mom.”

“Bingo. You going to invite me in?” I asked hopefully as I lifted the bag to show I hadn’t come empty-handed.

“Tito’s?” she said with a smile as she stepped to the side to let me in. “I’m used to trolling the bottom shelf for Crystal Palace. Tito can come in. You? I suppose so.”

I barely got inside the door when my daughter’s attitude softened, and we kissed long and hard as she kicked the door closed behind me. When our lips finally came apart she smiled as her eyes filled up.

“I was going to tell you about it first,” Michelle began, but I cut her off.

“It’s okay. A girl could probably get better advice about things like marriage from her mother than I could offer,” I assured her. “Besides, I probably helped screw things up between you and Todd.”

“No, you told me he was no good for me from the start,” she protested, but I shook my head.

“You know why I told you that. Nobody, and I mean nobody, would have been good enough for you and you know why,” I concluded. “I was selfish and wanted you to stay home forever. Some father I am.”

“I think you’re the best. You helped make me the woman I am today,” Michelle told me as she led me to the drab kitchen of her furnished apartment, a place that she assured me was only temporary.

“Not sure whether my guidance was of much help to you,” I mumbled, smiling when I saw the empty plastic bottles of Crystal Palace Vodka in her recycling container.

“Pay no attention to those,” Michelle laughed as she filled a couple of glasses with 7-up and ice. “Just too lazy to take them out to the curb since I moved in. Let’s go into the living room.”

The living room was a dreary place as well, with just a dubious chair and well-worn love seat as furniture, and as we sat down and swiveled towards each other my daughter apologized for her rather unkempt appearance.

“Kinda let myself go recently,” Michelle explained after our conversation covered what we had been up to lately, and I shrugged while noting the aged over-sized purple and gold basketball jersey of her former college which was at least five years old.

“I had no right to just show up without warning,” I noted while struggling to maintain eye contact instead of letting my eyes drift down to see the parts of my daughter the baggy garment revealed. “You’re just here relaxing.”

“I’m glad you showed up,” Michelle replied as she reached back to put her arm up on the back of the love seat, something that I knew was done for my benefit, especially after she grinned when she saw where my eyes drifted. “What did you used to call me? Your fun and funky little girl?”

“Something like that,” I replied as I looked at her exposed armpit which likely hadn’t been tended to since she moved a few weeks ago, and to make my heart race faster she chose to reach over and run her fingers through the long and thin patch of peach fuzz while making a face.

“Reminds me of when you first entered college and you decided to let your freedom flag fly,” I recalled wistfully of my baby girl’s bohemian phase. “Back then though you were really furry.”

“You remember that? I seem to remember how that ruffled your feathers,” bakırköy escort Michelle chirped.

“Your memory’s faulty,” I corrected. “It was your mother that got her panties in a bunch about that. As for me? I loved it.”

“I know. Just kidding you. Didn’t shower today either, Daddy,” she added while I felt my face flush. “You can probably smell me.”

“No, I can’t baby,” I answered in a breaking voice, and with that she leaned closer and back into the cushion. “Perhaps if I get a little closer.”

“I remember once that you told me that my sweat tasted like honey and my pee tasted like…”

“Michelle…” I sort of whined.

“You were the one that said it, Daddy. Not me. Come closer, if you want to that is,” Michelle whispered huskily as she closed her eyes. “It’s okay, Daddy.”

“I’m close enough,” I replied, and she made a face at that.

“Don’t tell me you’re turning into an old fuddy-duddy,” she responded while pouting comically.

“Hope not. I just stopped by to make sure you were okay,” I reiterated while keeping my eyes on hers as best I could.

“So how am I?” Michelle asked as she stretched and posed in a provocative manner, and when she saw me looking she grinned.

“Like my basketball jersey?” she asked.

“I always did.”

“Doesn’t hide much, although one might say there isn’t that much to hide,” my daughter said of the baggy jersey with the gaping armholes, and as if to try to prove her point she reached over and pulled on the side of the garment, exposing her left breast. “See?”

“Your breasts are beautiful and you know it,” I told her as I tried and failed to not look at the apple-sized orb with the plump crimson nipple, and then I heard myself say, “and your nipples are still as amazing as ever.”

“Too bad they aren’t attached to something more worthy,” Michele lamented much the way she always had, but then she took my hand and brought it up to her face, and then I let her put my index finger in her mouth.

Michele took my finger down to her breast and placed the tip on her pebbled areola, and much as I used to do I ran my index finger around the silver-dollar sized ring of color and watched with delight as the already thick nipple began to swell. In seconds it resembled the nursing end of a baby bottle and the fat peg seemed to throb as it grew.

“Oh Daddy,” my daughter hissed as she watched my finger slowly circle her nipple which seemed to beg to be nursed on, but instead of stopping I continued to toy with her puffy areola while wanting to remind her not to call me Daddy when something like this was happening. I know why she does it. It makes it hotter for her.

“Michele,” I whispered, and I started to say something like I had sworn we wouldn’t do this again and this wasn’t why I came by, but it was a lie because this was exactly why I was here. “Remember we pledged to never do this sort of thing again.”

“You pledged. I only nodded,” Michelle claimed. “In any event please don’t stop teasing my nipple.”

“I should never have seduced you in the first place,” I muttered while continuing to avoid the throbbing nipple as I stroked the swollen areola.

“You didn’t seduce anybody, Daddy. I was the one who did the seducing. How many times did you walk past my bedroom to saw me standing there naked? And then I would slowly cover myself up and pretend to be embarrassed, right?” Michelle reminded me.

“I figured you were just acting out. You know? Raging hormones?” I suggested. “Besides, it was a small house and accidents were bound to happen.”

“Was it an accident that morning when you pulled open the shower curtain and saw me sitting on the toilet seat?”

“If your mother ever saw that…”

“Would have been worth it. I had gotten a couple of peeks at you before but that time was special. Sometimes in bed these days I close my eyes and I can still see that long and slender beige snake swaying back and forth that time,” Michelle claimed. “And I recall you didn’t rush to cover yourself up either.”

“I was shocked,” I lamely offered as an excuse. “And it’s not that long anyway.”

“Was to me back then because all I had to compare it with was Todd Baker’s. Anyway, I was getting frustrated waiting for you to make the first move. I figured it was because my tits were small.”

“Daddy,” she moaned as my finger refused to stop no matter how hard I tried, and as she writhed into the love seat I leaned down and took the very responsive protuberance in my mouth, nursing gently because I remembered beşiktaş escort how sensitive they were. “That’s it Daddy. Do everything to me, just like you used to.”

A wave of shame hit me as I recalled all of things I had subjected Michelle to, at least in the beginning before she seemed to embrace anything I did, but that didn’t stop me from kissing my way over from her breast to the gentle recess under her upraised arm. The slightly sweet and sour aroma hit me just before I pressed my lips into her moist armpit, and as I savored the sigh that came out of her mouth I kissed my way up and down the length of her underarm.

“Yes,” Michelle hissed when I let my tongue slide all over the tiny hairs, the slightly pungent and salty taste making chills go down my spine as my cock swelled in my pants. “So nice.”

I wasn’t sure whether she was speaking for herself or me as I kept licking, kissing and even sucking under her slender arm until I finally leaned back away and saw Michelle looking at me with glazed eyes.

“Been a long time. You can’t possibly like that as much as I do,” she suggested, but I shook my head as she leaned up and kissed me with her tongue searching for and finding mine as she did.

“Guess you do,” she nervously giggled when her free hand found the bulge in my slacks, and as she rubbed me through the layers of fabric she sighed. “I love this big boy. Let me prove it to you.”

“Please…” I managed to finally say before I stopped because words failed me so I kept nursing on her breast, and after my daughter managed to get my cock out from confinement I felt it throb in her grasp.

“Take me to bed Daddy. Maybe we can break the frame of this rented bed like you did mine,” she kidded, and like a lemming I went with my daughter to her bedroom with my erection sticking out of my fly.

***

“The bed’s not mine but the sheets are,” Michelle explained as we entered the cramped room which had flowered wallpaper that might have been older than my daughter, but as she peeled off the basketball jersey I stopped looking at the furnishings.

“I’m not improving with age like fine wine,” Michelle told me as I looked at her body, and while she might have gotten a bit thicker in the waist she looked just as sensational to me as ever as she ran her fingers through her pubic hair. “It’s almost all grown back.”

“Huh?”

“He had me shave it,” Michelle told me as she came up to me and unbuttoned my shirt. “Said he had trouble finding the hole. I told him you never did.”

“You what?” I yelped as she pulled my shirt came off, but Michelle laughed and told me she was just kidding.

“This is what I missed – being with a man who taught me everything – especially that when two people love each other like we do, there’s nothing that’s wrong. Nothing that’s dirty. All that matters is making each other happy. Remember when you told me that Daddy?”

“Yes,” I mumbled as Michelle yanked my slacks down with my cock still out of the fly, but I hardly felt the teeth of the zipper. “I remember telling you that.”

I remember telling Michelle that just as I had told that to the mother, but unlike my ex-wife my daughter had taken my words to heart, never questioning anything I asked of her no matter what. In time I had done the same for her, making her innermost fantasies come alive, but even after I set her free to live her own life – a more normal life, we apparently found ourselves drawn to each other in the end.

“As hard as blue steel, just like always,” Michelle told me after helping me step out of my slacks and briefs, her warm moist fist gripping my cock hard, and she smiled as she said, “Throbbing too.”

I moved her onto her back in the bedding, enjoying the way she looked so helpless and vulnerable, but as I parted her thighs and prepared to bury my face in that nest of curls Michelle shook her head and pulled me down onto her.

“No Daddy, I’m so wet already. Need you bad,” she declared as she grabbed my erection and rubbed it up and down her slick labia. “And don’t baby me either.”

I didn’t baby her. As soon as my long slender prong slid all the way into her still-snug pussy, I lost any remaining inhibitions along with my sanity. I began to thrust hard and fast into my Michelle, and although she groaned each time I impaled her, she also lifted her hips up to meet me while her nails scored my back and her teeth went into my neck.

“Harder!” Michelle screamed, even though my feral humping had forced her body up the mattress so her skull beylikdüzü escort was perilously close to the headboard, and I did my best to comply as I tried to find another gear.

I know my daughter came at least once because my cock got crushed inside her as she convulsed, and the lumpy mattress along with the two of us was half off the bed when I came, sending what felt like a copious amount of my seed into Michelle until my dick finally stopped spurting.

“Oh-oh,” my frazzled looking baby said as we slid off the mattress and onto the floor, and we held each other tight as we giggled at our absurd position.

“At least we didn’t break the bed frame,” I observed as we got out of the tangled mess and tried to get the bed back into a reasonable condition before climbing on and hugging each other.

“You’re sweaty,” I noted, and after Michelle corrected me by telling me that applied to both of us, she playfully nibbled and licked around my neck and collarbone while I asked her, “is that sweat or blood you’re lapping up?”

“Sweat. I ain’t no vampire daddy,” she explained before going down to suck on my nipple. “Damn, that might have been the first orgasm I had since the night before my wedding. A real orgasm, I mean.”

“I’ve had a few since that night, I must confess,” I admitted although adding, “I think you were part of all of them.”

“You still have those pictures of me you took?” Michelle asked, referring to a few very dirty photos I took of her, and I nodded.

“I have them hidden on my phone so well no one will ever find them. They’re very inspirational,” I said.

“You still have the goofy one? The one with me looking up at you cross-eyed with your cum drooling out the sides of my mouth?”

“Absolutely. That’s a classic,” I replied as I thought of the image of my daughter doing what her mother never would – not only letting me cum in her mouth but swallowing it too.

“It had a Carol Burnett quality about it,” she opined as her hand went down and took my sweaty scrotum in her hand, kneading the orbs in her palm as she leaned into my hip.

“Hey, I’m an old man,” I protested as Michelle started sucking my limp tool, but I started to respond as she enthusiastically continued, and soon I was near erect again.

“Told you I’d bring you back to life,” Michelle crowed as she took her mouth off me and lazily used her fist to stroke my saliva-coated member. “The next time might be a bigger challenge.”

“Next time?” I asked with a laugh.

“Sure. You were always good for three helpings,” Michelle recalled. “Remember that would be when I would introduce my tongue to Daddy’s balloon knot to raise the dead.”

“Michele,” I complained.

“You should have seen the look on Todd’s face when I tried to rim him during our honeymoon,” Michele tittered. “I knew then we were fucked from the start. He didn’t talk to me for days and probably called him Mommy to tell her what a slut he had married.”

“Enough of your dirty talk,” I commanded as I got up to my knees and spun Michelle onto her back. “You should be ashamed to talk to your father like that. Now if you’ll permit me I’d love to lap your pussy until my tongue falls off.”

As my daughter’s laughter rang in my ears just before her thighs clamped around my head, the familiar taste of her sweet sex mixed with my seed made my heart race. I felt her fingers grabbing my scalp as she spread her thighs spread wide and ground my face into her crotch. My tongue danced like it had back in the day and Michelle reacted in that same unbridled way.

This time when we made love, we were more tender and less feral, but in the end it was no less pleasurable. After we came we held each other for a long time, and when the silence broke it was me doing the talking.

“I have to get you out of here, babe,” I said as I leaned on my elbow and looked at my daughter, nodding at the shoddy surroundings while shaking my head.

“Maybe after I’m more established at work,” Michelle mused aloud. “I’m not making squat yet.”

“Move in with me,” I suggested.

“I thought you had a one bedroom.”

“I do.”

“What would your neighbors say with your daughter moving into a one bedroom father with her Daddy?”

“Who would know? Revert to your maiden name and who’s to say that your aren’t my wife?” I offered, and at that a familiar twinkle returned to my formerly mischievous daughter’s eyes. You wouldn’t mind sharing a bedroom, would you?”

“That’s kinky,” Michelle replied. “What if Mom came by?”

“We’ve managed to avoid seeing each other since the divorce, and if she did come by? Well, while she was having her affairs she suspected I was seeing someone,” I reminded her. “Do you have a lease here?”

“Hell no.”

“Then I now pronounce us Dad and wife.”

***

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“What’ya reading? said my sister.

“The Flowers of Evil,”

“Your Lit 202, I suppose. Read me a little”

“Not exactly assigned, however.” I read:

Close swarming, like a million writhing worms,
A demon nation riots in our brains.

“I feel that swarm, sometimes,” Jill said. “But what are the ‘flowers of evil’?

“‘Evil’ or ‘disgusting’ things that have their peculiar fascination and beauty.”

“Such as?”.

“Baudelaire wrote, “The unique and supreme pleasure of making love lies in the certitude of doing evil.” His sexual imagery was very striking:

Thus, one night, I’d like,
When the hour of pleasure sounds,
To crawl, like a coward, silently
Toward the treasures of your person.

To punish your joyful flesh,
To bruise your pardoned breast,
And carve in your astonished flank
A wide and hollow wound,

And delicious sweetness,
Through those lips, new formed,
Brighter and more lovely,
To inject you, my Sister, with my Blood.

I had piqued her curiosity. “punish your joyful flesh,” she mused. I had no doubt she understood it, though she had not quite finished high school. She wanted to know about people, their unusual experiences, though she’d had a lot more, I’m sure, than the average 18 year old.

She came over to the chair where I was sitting and knelt beside it. She looked up, her eyes curious, framed in three shades of purple eye shadow;

“How is joyful flesh to be punished?” Her face was beautiful, open, highlighted by her striking, somewhat ‘goth’ makeup that led most people she encountered to inquire, “Are you a drama student?” In fact, she’d had a fine role in an amateur production of Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. She interrupted my fascination, “How do we do it?”

“There are certain sexual practices…. ” I said trailing off, hinting..

I noticed her breasts resting on the arm of the chair; firm, now, the size of oranges standing out on her fine-boned chest and slender body. More than one fellow senior had incurred her withering remarks by asking “Are they real?”

“I inflate them,” she’d say, and as the person nodded, she’d add, “with the air that rushes through your head.” Again she broke into my thoughts, “Go on.” Seeing the direction of my gaze, she smiled.

“Do you know what ‘transgression’ is?” I asked.

“Of course. It’s breaking the rules or laws, the kind of things you’ll learn to do in law school.” She arched an eyebrow.

“Touché,” I said, “and it is also going beyond the limits, for instance, of decency. This writer believes transgression is necessary for the artist and for any person who really lives. He lived with a prostitute, Jeanne Duval.”

“I would not just break a rule just to be breaking it.”

“True,” I said. “But when you go beyond the bounds, indulge the most unusual forms of sensuality, you become hyper-aroused. People will consider what you do, depraved and dangerous.”

Knowing of her sexual activities, I asked her, “Did you ever break the rules with a boyfriend?”

“Well, Dan did a lot of speeding. One time he drove 110 miles per hour, to scare me. I didn’t notice at the time, but Mom sure did when I got home; I’d wet my pants. ‘What’s that?’ she asked. ‘Just a spill,’ I said and went off to change.”

“OK,” I said. “But for ‘sex’; ever done it in a weird, possibly forbidden place?”

“Oh yes. Once up in the higher balconies of the theater where we weren’t supposed to go. The guy just laid me back, lifted the front of my skirt, pulled my panties aside, and we fucked.”

“Go on”

“Then we arranged our clothes, stood up and walked out, casual as you please.”

“Did the public location arouse you?”

“Yes; my heart was already pounding when we entered the balcony. And I came like never before.”

“Even a minor transgression can heighten the senses.”

“Well, Mom didn’t think it was so minor. I had to walk past her, in the hall, coming in, and I tried to be casual. You remember.”

“Mom exploded when she saw a big wet spot on the back of your skirt: She just lost it. ‘You’re peddling that cunt of yours!’ She has the mouth of a sailor, doesn’t she? Though she tries to carry herself with the dignity of a model. I don’t blame you for not speaking to her for a week.”

Jill wanted to return to the topic at hand. “But doesn’t the thrill always decay?”

“Well, desire has to be first let out, then attended.”

Our discussion proceeded.

“Did you know that Byron, the poet, had sex with his sister–well, half-sister?”

She started. I could see she was thinking.

“OK, Garth, let’s quit horsing around. You want to fuck me?”

“Well,” I responded, sounding noncommittal.

“If you’re thinking of fucking me, it ain’t going to happen.”

“OK.” But I sensed a flicker in my cock. “Well, what is possible?”

“Hmmm… ” she hesitated.

She had picked up my reaction.

“I just don’t want that huge cock shoved in my cute little quim.” Ironically coy. I was flattered. She was considering other possibilities.

Then, she blurted out, “OK, here’s your sarıyer escort opportunity. You may suck my pussy. And make me cum. Is sucking off your sister transgressive enough?”

“Yes; but judge for yourself–after the experiment.”

“OK, let’s get on with it. But I will be requiring something of you in return,” she added. “OK. Name it.”

“I’ll let you know.”

“Get out of the chair,” she said.

She removed her jeans and panties and sat down. I couldn’t believe it. The pussy I hadn’t seen since we were kids was showing there in full bloom, covered by her dark moss. “This is so cold-blooded,” she said, opening her legs. “It’s awesome.”

“That adds to the evil.” She got the point. She rotated her hips up. The black thatch beckoned me.

“Stroke my pussy!”

When her eyes closed I kissed down over her belly, past her sex and onto her inner thighs. It felt strange and artificial, at first, but I continued these caresses until she became relaxed and mellow. Her pussy began to give off that earthy odor mixed with her lily of the valley perfume, and I reached to insert two of my fingers into her wet entrance.

When the hips began their rhythm, I lowered my lips to her slickened ones, below, and inhaled deeply. I slid my tongue from her cunt tunnel up to her clit, sucking, swirling around it then returning below. As she pressed her pussy against my face, I knew she was losing herself in her lust. With tongue and right-hand fingers I thrust into her while my other fingers flicked and stroked her clit. She started thrashing and began to come. She moaned and grasped my head then grabbed at my fingers to pull them in deeper. At each stroke on her clit I heard a loud groan and felt her flood, the involuntary twitching of cunt on my face and around my fingers.

Though her thighs were clasped over my ears, I heard her cry out “Suck me Garth omigod, ahhh.” She bucked and thrashed for a long while before easing off. Finally I felt her thighs relax a bit; I heard her first question. “How do you like eating your little sister’s pussy?” I just licked my lips.

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And so she began as my partner; together we hatched schemes for ‘evil’ things we could think of. We had an occasional repeat of lunching at the “Y,” and that seemed as far as she was comfortable. She herself came up with some good ideas, and she reported her experiments to me.

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One day the idea came to her:

“We could fuck Mom.”

“Wow!. … I’m not sure I can arrange it, though.”

“Well, I will start,” said Jill. “I think I know a way in.”

“Lead on.”

I thought of Mom and felt a little bit sorry for her, till I remembered Dad. He’d brought me and my sister up, from the time I was four and she was two, until our early teens. “Your Mom just had to go,” he always said, “but she will come back.”

I was 14, sitting on the front steps admiring a sleek looking redhead of 30 something, when she turned up our walkway. “Hi, Garth” she said, in a friendly way. She seemed so familiar. Then I noticed the compact little bum I’d looked up at when I was four. “Mom,” I said, “Come in and see Dad.” Dad seemed so happy to see her. They began to chat, and I noticed what I hadn’t at four. Her pants were so tight that her sex was clearly divided by the centre seam of the crotch. I learned, however, she was very tasteful in dress at work, and I’m sure it was that ass of hers that led the boss, at various big corporations, to make her his ‘special assistant.’

“Jill, how will you get to her?”

“She has her weak moments. It’s silly, but did you notice that after a big lottery, like the NY State, if she doesn’t win a nickel, she’s depressed. And she takes more than a couple stiff drinks.”

“She’s hard to figure,” I said.

I’d never learned the full story of why she’d left, or come back, but one night I overheard Dad saying something like “Did you get it out of your system?” I wondered what “it” was. Jill and I were just civil, at first, then we got to like her, but still didn’t exactly look on her as a parent. It was probably her desire to be loved that led her to mostly give up on ‘minding’ us, but she tried to show Dad that she loved and cared for us. But always we remembered our Dad, not Mom, getting up a night, in our childhood emergencies.

“With your help, I think I can get to her.”

“You sound so detached,” said Jill, “I feel a bit like that.” When Mom came back, trying to make amends, we half played at being her devoted ‘teens’. But when Dad suddenly died of a heart attack a 3 years ago, we backed off, withdrew to ourselves, and she was smart enough not to try to ‘parent’ us. Except for a few incidents with Jill.

“I hadn’t realized she was actually depressed at those times.”

“I asked her, ‘what’s the matter?’ one time,” said Jill. “She said, “‘ I used to be with ‘money’ all the time. Now I have to pin my hopes on a fucking lottery.'”

“With her looks, I’m sure some of the ‘money’ took a big interest in her, at age 25.”

Jill’s analysis of Mom’s vulnerabilities sounded correct, and so we bided our time. esenyurt escort In a couple weeks, it was the state lottery night, 12 million dollars at stake, and thousands of prizes. I took care to be out at the time of the announcements; I slipped in late in the evening. Jill filled me in, the next day.

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Mom heard the announcements on TV, and Jill heard her say, “Oh shit, not again,” and pour herself a drink. Jill walked in and sat down next to her. “That’s a bummer, Mom.” Jill snuggled up. “But I love you just the same.” Mom brightened a little. Neither my sister or I said such things very often.

“Relax, Mom, lie back and I’ll massage your neck. But do you want another drink?” Mom took one and laid herself out, on her back, on the sofa. Jill was at the end and began to massage her neck.

“M.m.,” said Mom. Jill moved to her face after a while, and then to her shoulders. Mom was just relaxing. From Mom’s shoulders, Jill went to the sides of her chest. Mom’s breasts were not large, but now, in her thirties, they hung toward her sides when she was lying down. Jill brushed them, as if by accident. Mom didn’t move. Jill proceeded to the breasts themselves, and tried to defuse the situation. “Mom, these are so firm. …I always admired them. And they’re still gorgeous at your ripe age.” Teasing. Mom smiled and let the caresses proceed. Jill brushed the nipples and then began squeezing them lightly. Again, she acted casual. “These are awesome nipples, Mom. I know they attract a lot of attention.” As Jill twisted them, Mom moaned a little.

“Jill, you’re my daughter,” said Mom, stirring herself. She put her hands on top of Jill’s to keep them from moving. “Of course, Mom” said Jill. “But it’s not like I have the hots for you. I just admire your body and think you look really sexy. OK?” Mom was quiet. It dawned on Jill that Mom’s hands had just stopped hers, not removed them. Jill pressed against Mom’s nipples, her hands under Mom’s. Mom pressed too.

They progressed quickly. Jill got her to remove her sweater and bra, and Jill began applying lotion. Mom took another drink and surrendered herself, her breasts, to Jill’s tender ministrations. Mom was squirming. Jill wasn’t sure how to proceed. She didn’t want to freak out Mom by just going for her pussy. “Let yourself go, Mom,” she said. She took Mom’s hand and placed it on her crotch, over the pants. Mom began gently to stroke herself as Jill massaged her breasts. “I hope you don’t think I do this all the time,” Mom said. “It’s a release, Mom, I understand.” Mom unzipped and stroked herself through her panties, and Jill saw a wet spot. She turned down the lights. “Just pretend I’m not here,” she said. “Relax yourself.” Bold in the darker room, Mom sighed and slipped fingers under her panties.

Jill shifted position, so she was beside Mom. She stroked Mom’s breasts with one hand and gently rested her hands on Mom’s, below, feeling Mom’s fingers madly at work. She pressed down, and Mom moaned as the fingers were forced into her. Jill smelled success. She also heard–though Mom did not–the small sound of me entering the apartment. She knew I would be in the darkened foyer, watching.

I saw Jill’s hand on Mom’s, bobbing. Jill pulled down her panties and slipped her hand toward Mom’s pussy and slid her fingers in. Both their hands glistened with the juices of Mom’s dripping cunt. Since Mom’s hips swung up even more fully into the fingers, Jill began slipping in two of hers, alongside Mom’s two. Jill seemed to get into the spirit of it and applied her lips to Mom’s large nipples. Mom began thrashing in her lust, approaching climax. Knowing she was out of it, I moved from the foyer into the end on the living room, standing silently. Jill began talking to bring Mom over the edge. “Come. Let yourself come,” she said. “Fuck these fingers. Fuck ’em hard.”

She wanted Mom to focus on the fingers, and Mom probably didn’t even realize that Jill moved her other hand down to frig her clit and shoved three of the fingers from the other hand into Mom’s gaping hole. I silently slipped up on them and took over Mom’s breasts. I felt the hard nubs in my fingers. I pressed into the firm flesh and felt my cock harden. Mom’s climax was imminent, and it was all I could do not to press my cock, in my pants, against her. All at once, Mom cried out, “God, Jill, I’m cumming. Omigod. Fuck me.” I saw a spurt of juices, and Jill shoving as deep as she could. A look of triumph on her face. She realized the power she had, to make a body totally convulse.

Mom had a smile on her face, and she began to come out of it. I had quickly exited, unnoticed. “Mom, I love you,” I heard Jill saying, as I quietly closed the door to my bedroom.

===

Jill and I pow-wowed the next morning. Jill was happy. “I was right,” she said. “We’ve found the way in. So to speak.” She winked. “And incidentally, I don’t think I’m going to be hearing from her again about my morals and my cunt.”

“I don’t think you will, either. You were great, Jill. Did you get off too?”

“Oh yes,” she said. “I thought it was too much to ask Mom to frig me. But avrupa yakası escort after I was alone, I dialed up the big “O” on my li’l telephone.”

“Did the transgression excite you?”

“Yep, it was a real violation of decency. My cunt was just dripping. As you said, the greater the evil, the greater the volume of fluid.”

We began to discuss to the next phase. Jill was pretty sure she could get Mom worked up again, and we talked about my just sneaking in and impaling the aroused cunt. “It won’t work,” said Jill, “I’m sure she could deal with something like that.” I proposed that we might ‘get to’ Mom, play with her mind because of what she’d done. Jill doubted it. “Even if we had the last session on film, I’d look like the seductress. … I like your idea, though,” she added, “I just have to take her further. She has to be drawn in and feel responsible, not merely seduced. For instance, when you ‘discover’ us, I want her face buried in my pussy. That’s a little harder to explain.”

In the next two weeks, Jill was with Mom a couple more times, massaging her, then bringing her to orgasm. We wanted Mom to become accustomed. At the next lottery night, Jill arranged to be home with Mom. Mom lost. Jill encouraged her to have a couple drinks and things proceeded pretty much like before. When Mom’s sweater and bra came off, Jill especially admired her breasts. Stroking them, she said, “I’m sort of self conscious about mine. They don’t hang like a woman’s … like some of my friends’ do. And I’m so embarrassed about these nipples that always stick out.”

Mom looked sympathetic. “They’re fine.”

“Please have a look, Mom, and tell me if I’m weird, OK?” Mom nodded and Jill removed her top and bra. Those oranges did not droop at all; their tips perked up, but Mom probably didn’t figure it was Jill’s arousal that caused it.

“Jill, your breasts are sexy, very attractive.”

Jill looked reassured, moved closer, and began stroking Mom’s again. Mom lay face up on the couch and Jill knelt on the floor and pressed her breasts against Mom. “Do you like them?” she said, with a tremor in her voice. She was fingering Mom’s nipples; her own ripe breast, just inches from Mom’s face. Jill kept up with her left hand, but with her right, she offered the breast to Mom’s mouth. Mom looked at Jill, and probably to re-assure her, started sucking the dark nipple. Jill closed her eyes, genuinely aroused.

“OH Mom, I love you.” This time, as things heated up, Mom needed no encouragement to loosen her pants and start fingering herself. Jill interrupted her kissing and hugging and took off her own pants and panties. “I feel so good with you, Mom,” she said. “I know it’s not like you have the hots for me.” While Mom continued masturbating, Jill stroked her own breasts. “You’re gorgeous,” she said. “But Mom, some of the girls tease me about my pussy.”

“Why, dear?”

“Well, it’s the thick curly black thatch. They call be “Brillo.”

“You must not listen to that.”

They began their lovemaking again, and Jill moved Mom’s hand into her dark curls; Mom began stroking Jill, as if to say. “It’s fine.”

“Oh that feels good Mom; but do you think it’s too bushy?”

“Of course not,” said Mom, and did not resist Jill’s pushing against her hand. “Mom I know you really love me,” Jill said, kissing her again on the breasts. Mom’s hand was pushed toward Jill’s wet slit. Jill gently ground her hips and felt Mom caressing her, first outside, then just inside her pussy. They were both getting hot, and Jill squeezed onto the sofa next to Mom. They kissed and their hands probed each other’s pussies.

Jill was quite flushed, but she pulled back a little; “Mom, there’s something I can’t ask anybody.”

“Yes.”

“Does my pussy, all wet, have a funny smell? My last two boyfriends always crinkled their noses if I pushed their heads toward there.”

“They don’t know anything,” said Mom. She raised her fingers to her nose and inhaled. “That’s so sexy, that musk.”

“So what is there about me? said Jill, as she thrust a couple of fingers deep in Mom. Mom closed her eyes. Jill suddenly rose, and placed a leg across Mom’s chest. She crouched down and brought her pussy just an inch about Mom’s mouth. She turned her head, as if embarrassed. Probably to reassure her, Mom raised her head and kissed Jill’s cunt; Jill lowered herself and reached behind to stimulate Mom’s breasts. Mom started licking her and soon Jill was moaning. Mom reacted to Jill’s passion; I heard, “Fuck my tongue, my Baby.” Then Jill said, “Mom I love you,” while she bore down on Mom’s face.

That was my signal to creep in, and I did, in time to see Mom deeply inside of Jill’s pussy lips, and Jill riding her thrust-out tongue. I knelt, at Mom’s waist, and Mom had no view. I touched the Mom’s dripping lips gently and Mom rolled her hips. I gradually introduced three fingers and used my thumb on her clit. This swollen pussy that I’d seen pressed into her jeans just seemed to devour my hand. I smelled her musk and heard her moan. Jill was grinding her pussy into Mom’s face when Mom’s body began bucking in climax, her cunt spasming around my fingers. I heard Jill say, “Mom, I’m coming; I love you,” and then Mom’s body stiffened and convulsed in orgasm. I withdrew my fingers and went and sat on a chair nearby where I could still smell the reeking sexual aromas. Jill got off Mom’s face, which was shining in Jill’s juices.

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A Son Captures His Mother Pt. 01

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Part two of Mary and Thomas’s affair, with an addition. The story may or may not upset some religious people. There is no intention to do so.

*****

Thomas had been thinking a lot lately and it was about his sister, his torrid, and at first none consensual affair with his mother, had settled into just a torrid affair. Where neither of them could get enough of the other sexually, not least of all Mary. Her son had turned her into a daringly, and and willing, she hated to use the term because of her religious upbringing, Slut.

There was nothing she wouldn’t do for him, and there was nothing he didn’t do to her, even taking her ass, she had begged him not to, but he had brushed her protests aside and taken it. And now Mary loved it, when he was in her ass pillaging it, she squirmed in sheer embarrassing pleasure and delight.

She had a secret wardrobe now, away from her husband’s prying eyes. Thomas had selected most of it but now she was starting to buy her own, all with Thomas in mind. In the day she had started to wear a little make up for him. “Thomas you have saved me,” she told him one day lovingly, “I am finding the real me, the one your father has suppressed all these years. I know I have been weak, and I know he has tried but he has lost his way. And I know him well enough to know that his life is set on the path he has chosen, and he will never be diverted from it, never!”

“I know that mother, and I am planning our future without him,” he told her.

“What do you mean Thomas?” she asked, intrigued.

“Listen to me while I explain some thoughts,” he said, “First we cannot leave Hannah behind in what we do, I want her to make this journey with us, me and you mother.”

“I don’t understand Thomas, take her with us, what do you mean?”

“I want us to take a holiday, you, Hannah and me, into the mountains,” he said, “father has that huge cabin that he rents out, and I have found out it is empty. He goes away next weekend on one of his church trips. You can ask him to let us use the cabin for a spiritual relief for a few days.”

“But Thomas, what can we do there that we can’t do here, and Hannah, she will get in the way maybe?” Mary was thinking purely of her need to be alone with her son.

“Mother don’t question me please, just do as I ask, and hopefully, all will be revealed, now just ask him.” Mary acceded to his request, and she was amazed to learn that Ronald agreed with Thomas’s request, saying he much needed spiritual guidance.

So the scene was set, Thomas packed all he hoped he would need for his deeds and tasks. Hannah would be brought into his world, one she knew nothing of. His beautiful virgin sister, who never even had a boyfriend was not just a sexual virgin, she was a virgin in life too. One that Thomas intended to teach her something of.

He knew she was interested in boys, she had told him of a couple who made her giggle. Thomas had told himself he would make her do more than giggle. But Hannah was intention al on being the virgin bride, but there had been a cloud behind her eyes when she had told him that. “This father talking,” Thomas told himself, “not Hannah.”

Hannah was as tall as her mother and more beautiful in every way, she also had the fabulous body, and soulful needs, of a young woman. She had felt the changes in her, from girl to teenager, to the young confused beauty she now was. She knew something was missing from her life, and she wished with all her heart that she had the confidence and knowledge that her beloved brother had. Although she would be aghast at the carnal life he was leading, and with her mother too!

Through his mother Thomas made the arrangements, Hannah was more than happy to be going along and spending quality time with her older brother. So on the Friday morning they set off in their large SUV. Thomas had double checked his rucksack, nothing could be left to chance. He had been on the internet and located a draft for Hannah, one that had cost a lot of money, but success had been guaranteed.

In it he had that, and eight sets of reasonably thick, but soft pliant rope, each with a formed noose, or slip know on one end, about ten feet long. Duct tape, and blindfolds, he didn’t know yet what would come in handy for his tasks, “but better safe than sorry,” he reminded himself.

The cabin had three large double bedrooms, all en suite, it was very secluded in ten acres of land. It had been fully stocked for them, the rooms aired and ready for use. They arrived in the early afternoon, and carried their things in, Thomas took the room his mother nor Hannah wanted, it didn’t matter to him, he didn’t think he would be using his anyway.

They settled in, he turned the radio on, there was no TV, his father would have none of that. But Thomas had his tablet which was always connected to the net, no matter where he went. They all went for a long walk, and Mary couldn’t stop herself from touching him, her hands would not obey her. By the time they retired Mary was beside herself with pendik escort the need for him.

After the lights were out Thomas counted to fifty, then his mother slipped through his door and closed it behind her, he smiled. She dropped the latch to keep it locked, she was home free! She dropped her robe to reveal herself, she looked so magnificently sexy. Her heels were high, her stockings eld up on nothing but tiny strips, her miniscule thong hardly covered the now shaved pussy. Thomas made her call it that now.

Her hair was brushed down, swinging around her firm slim shoulders, her tiny bra hardly holding up the wonderful fleshy firm orbs. Her bold nipples were looking out over the top of them at him. She had make up on. And Thomas stared at her in wondrous admiration for her. “My woman,” he said, “who are you Mary?”

“I am your woman Thomas, and I always will be. You have made me whole again darling. God will smile on you for your lifetime, and the hereafter for this I assure you.” Mary’s strongly held beliefs were still there, but she had come to terms with being her son’s slut, (his words) She had prayed to God for his forgiveness and guidance, and he had.

Now Mary went to him, knelt at the side of his bed and said a prayer for them both, and Hannah too. Then she tore the thong and bra off herself, “You have no need for these Thomas have you?” she asked blushingly. He laughed at her, grabbed her, threw her over on to her back and mounted her roughly, this, he knew, was what she wanted. To be shown who he was, as if she didn’t know by now. But Mary did love being treated this way, to her it showed her his love for her.

Thomas used his mother most of the night, he never asked for anything, he made her do everything. He filled all three holes with his cum and he marked her for the first time, leaving bites and hickeys everywhere. He was showing his dominance and control of her. Mary almost died from sheer happiness.

The next day Thomas told his mother of some of his plans, “and I don’t want you to question me mother, this is very important, not only for you and I, but for Hannah too okay?”

“Yes Thomas, what do you want of me?” she asked.

“I have booked you into that motel ten miles back, and I want you to stay there until midday tomorrow please,” he said looking her straight in the eyes. “So get a few things, don’t let Hannah see you and go, now!”

“But Thomas?” she said dismayed, Thomas pointed a finger, and told her , now! Mary did as she was told to do, but her heart was heavy, “what is he up to?” She thought, completely unaware of his plans for her daughter. Fifteen minutes later she had gone, and Thomas was explaining that father had called and she had to leave but she would be back tomorrow. Hannah accepted it after more questions, and they went for a walk.

She liked him having his arm around her waist, she never got much physical contact from anyone really. Soon they were chatting and laughing, hugging, and she playfully splashed him in the river bed they walked through. He chased her all the way back, and they fell in doors laughing and giggling.

It was 6pm, he suggested she showered while he did, knowing she would take ten times longer than he. When she came out wearing the kind of frumpy robe Mary wore, he smiled at her. “Not for much longer Hannah,” he told her in his head. Thomas had made a meal and put a large glass of water there for her. This had the draft he had sought painstakingly for his use.

They chatted, ate and drank, Thomas was carefully watching her, he saw a mild change in her demeanour, and moved to act.

“Let me help you up Hannah,” he offered, “you look a little tired.”

“Mmmmm,” she whispered, “I may be.”

As he helped her up, he slipped a hand inside her robe and cupped a wonderfully firm and large tit, he quickly squeezed the nipple which was also hard, then swiftly withdrew his hand.

“Thomas!” she gasped, “what are you do…?” But the draft had got its hold, only tenuously at the moment, but it was working.

“Sorry Hannah,” he said, “an accident.” But as he helped her to the sofa, he did it again, but this time he squeezed a little longer, and a little harder.

“Thomas please…” she whispered, “I, erm, you, er Thomas, you mustn… Mmmmm, thats nice,” she murmured through pouting, and hot blood filling lips.

He sat with her, and slipped his hand back in, and taking a full hold this time, squeezed and rolled the hugely thick, hard and rigid nub. “Oh Thomas this is so, hmmmm, Oooooh I like… Oooooh Thomas, what would daddy say?” she said, as her head came to rest on her older brother’s shoulder. If this had been any other person on the planet they would not be getting away with this. Drug or no drug, she trusted her brother more than any other, maybe she shouldn’t have, but she did.

What no one knew, and no one could, not even Hannah was that she was a sexual timebomb waiting to be detonated, she was the after burner on a supersonic sexual kağıthane escort jet just waiting for the switch to be pressed. That switch was Thomas when he squeezed her high octane fuelled and ready to go nipple.

Thomas stroked and caressed her, Hannah liked it a lot, and it was opening windows in her heart and mind that had until now been firmly shut. She felt a first pulse of arousal flickering through her, she didn’t know what it was but it was so nice. She was being over taken by the draft completely now, and her brother was another drug she was unable to resist, she gave in to the lovely feelings he was creating within her.

Her vagina felt hot, her breasts ached, her stomach churned and her mind was nowhere to be seen. Thomas worked her like a master, he had had lots of practice on his mother, Hannah was turning out to be an easier fight than he thought it would, in fact there had hardly been a whimper from his gorgeous younger sister.

Thomas undid the robe easily, and gently pulled it aside, and there she was, apart from a pair of tiny panties her father would have frowned upon, she was naked. Thomas went for her breasts now, squeezing one and sucking the other. The fire in Hannah burned brightly, and seconds later it was out of control very quickly, she moaned, she groaned, and her arms went around her brother tightly.

He leaned her back slowly, and slickly ran his hand down to the very thick dark bush where her end was to be. He slid his finger into the folds of skin there, Hannah squeezed her thighs together involuntarily, then they parted and Thomas touched her where no one ever had. The only other person to have touched her anywhere was when she was baby and her mother took care of her.

Now Thomas was stoking her boilers, she was fired up, the draft was keeping her quiet, and supplicant, Thomas was driving her engine, his finger ran over an unknown bump in the road, and Hannah squealed loudly, he had found her secret domain. He pressed downward and he entered her love channel, one she never knew she had.

“Thomas, Oh Thomas, what are you doing to me?” she breathed to him, her voice husky and dripping with inflamed arousal, an arousal she had never had, and had even less idea of how to deal with it. He smiled to himself, he had already undone his jeans, and now he kicked them off, no underwear revealed him in all his manly glory.

Spinning Hannah around he laid her gently down, his fingers and tongue conspiring with him to send his sister to the place he need her to be, and one that Hannah now even wanted to visit. This was too so nice to tell him to stop, it was all magically wonderful.

Thomas moved slowly over her, the litmus test, the acid test, was going to be when he mounted her, when his hot hard flesh claimed her. She might react badly, she might not, he wasn’t that sure of himself. Hannah was mewling, her hips moving from side to side, swaying with the motions of the emotions making the waves of desire in her swell.

Thomas was over her now, his finger told him she was ready, Hannah kissing him back was also a message, she was boiling hot, super wet, and gripping him, as if urging her brother on. Thomas gently prodded his heavy weight to her, Hannah lifted her knees, her primeval knowledge knew what to do, it would guide her with Thomas’s help.

He prodded again and felt the give, the heat, the slippy wet, he was there, so he pushed downward slowly. The head popped in bringing a surprised yelp from his sister. He held himself, letting her settle, he looked at her eyes and they were wide open staring fixedly at his. “Thomas, I am your sister, you must… Oooooh, Oh Thomas that feels so nice, Oooooh Oh yes…” she glugged, “I like that.” He slid more in, then pulled back leaving only the head in.

He repeated his actions and slowly Hannah’s eyes closed, he was there, “a few more moments and she’ll be with me,” he shouted to himself. Hannah’s legs rose to settle over his, now he knew, he pressed forward and she gripped him, her feet tugged downwards, almost pulling him further in to her hot soaking vagina.

“Ooooooh Oh Thomas, be gentle please, be slow, I er, I, you know, I’m, Oooooh Thomas!” He obeyed his sister for the only time, he was as gentle as he could be, but he focussed on getting all of him into her, he succeeded eventually. And the icing on his cake was when his sister climaxed. It blew her out of the water because she didn’t know it was going to happen. She didn’t know that the ‘nice’ feeling was the building of her life defining moment, her very first orgasm.

Thomas kept going until he came, he guessed his sister wouldn’t know about it, and he was right. Thomas blew a humongous amount of his very potent seed right into where it mattered, all into her womb. He lay there for a while pondering his next move. “Bed,” he avised himself, he gently but firmly picked his sisters lifeless body up and carried her to her bed.

There he tucked them both in, and maltepe escort minutes later he was working her up again, his kissing sucking lips, his mysterious unseen fingers working their magic, all honed on his mother’s body. But this time she was more aware of events. And before he got his cock in her once more, she whispered softly to him. “Thomas, tomorrow we must talk, but for now my wonderful brother, make me feel so nice again, please, just like you did on the sofa?”

Thomas was stunned, he had at least expected a religious tirade of some sort from her, he had imagined tying her to her bed so he could have his way. What he hadn’t known was, Hannah was ready for adult sex, but never had anyone in mind, there was no one on her horizon, and no one in her life, so she had resigned herself to a sexless life before her marriage.

Thomas was the lucky keepers finders person she had hoped for, he would have no trouble keeping her happy. “If only father could see his wife, son and daughter here in the cabin,” he thought, “he would blow a religious gasket.” And that’s when the idea hit him, he would think about it and embellish it. Thomas sank into his sister’s depth of woman hood, she moaned and groaned, •ooooh’d and aaaaaah’d.” Now she was giving back, digging her heels in, kissing him, holding him so there could be no escape. Though that was the furthest thing from his mind, as he began to fuck his younger sister proper.

They climbed their mountain together, and when they were ready they hurled themselves down the other side, into the abyss of love and lustful youthful climaxes. They lay entangled in each other regaining their breath. Hannah was the first to move, she slid out of bed, went to the bathroom, and sat down.

She started to think, and what she came up with surprised her greatly. “He has planned this,” she reasoned, “he must have, us coming here, mother leaving, him doing whatever it was that he did, it was planned!” She returned to her brother and got into her bed with him.

“So,” she started, “Come on Thomas, let me in on the great secret, what’s going on Hmmm?”

“Going on Hannah?” he replied pulled her to him, Hannah turned her fabulous body to him, and said.

“Thomas, unless you tell me, you won’t get a look in again with me, now come on, out with it!”

“I have no idea what you are on about Hannah,” he told her.

“I’ll ask God in the church tomorrow, and then I’ll ask mother when she gets back,” she said.

Thomas laughed, “Ask mother?” he sniggered.

“You have done the devil’s work here tonight Thomas, he will follow you to the grave. And father won’t be happy when I tell him what you did!”

Thomas laughed again, “The devil will follow me, I am the devil Hannah, and you’ll tell father, we both know you would not do that.” Thomas had called her bluff, she relented,

“Please Thomas tell me, I won’t say a word I promise, please?” she snuggled into him, put her arm around him, “and anyway,” she added, “I liked it didn’t I?”

“Listen to me Hannah, very carefully. I want to take you away from father,” he began, “you and mother have no real life there. He can’t do anything about me, he knows that. But he controls everything you and mother do. I intend to break that hold he has on you both.”

“But how Thomas, what can you do, you have ruined me for my future husband haven’t you?” she said.

“No I haven’t Hannah, you will marry me!” Hannah gaped at him.

“But we ca…” Thomas interrupted her.

“Yes we can, and yes we will, and you, mother and I will have a wonderful life together!” His voice was strident, but caring.

This made Hannah think even more, then she reached a conclusion. “That’s why you sent mother away, so you could get me. Mother is in on this isn’t she?”

Thomas made the mistake of smiling. Hannah thought even more.

“NO NO NO NO, it can’t be true, tell me it’s not true, you and mother, No it you aren’t!” she looked at him, he never said anything. “Yes, yes you are, you and mother, no wonder she has changed so much this last month. I have never seen her so happy!”

Thomas held his sister to him, “I love her Hannah, and I mean I really love her, and I love you too. I can’t stand by any longer and let that animal ruin you both anymore.”

“He is not an animal Thomas, mother and I both know he has lost his way, that’s all,” she grumbled.

“Yes he has, and he’ll never find his way back, you know it, mother knows it, and I know it. There is no redemption for him now. I won’t let him go any further.”

“But Thomas what can you do?”

“I have an idea but nothing concrete yet,” was all he would tell her.

“Now,” he said to her, “come here, I have something for you,” his smile and the glint in his eye made Hannah respond in the only way she could, she went right to him. This night had been her relevation, Thomas might be the sanctuary she had been unknowingly looking for, the resting place she feared she may never find.

Hannah blushed to herself, her face creased in to wonder as she felt her brother’s body tight up against hers. But it was the best feeling she had ever experienced. Her libido gripped her, her hands began to roam his body, up and down his back, over and around his chest. She even kissed his mouth it was a beautiful kiss she admitted.

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A Quickie for Danny

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57-year-old Roberta, Bert, answered the knocked at the door. Opening the door, she found her 30-year-old son, Danny, standing there, his left hand squeezing his crotch. Without invitation, or even a hello, he entered the apartment.

“How was your vacation?”

“Good mom. Real good.” Danny replied

“Where is Peggy? Isn’t Monday y’all day off?” She queried.

“She had an errand to run.” Danny answered. “She will be back in an hour to pick me up. I need a taste of your pussy We don’t have a lot of time mom, so let’s get humping.”

“It’s nice to be missed but that’s not enough time Danny!” Bert protested, as her son took her hand leading her to the bedroom.

“Sure it is! I have been thinking about you for three days. It won’t take long at all.”

“Me or my pussy?”

Five years earlier Danny had overheard his mother telling his wife, that having Danny so late in life, 27, with no real father, she had decided to be fixed. She, having a drunken father who had molested her, had never considered marriage and Danny was the result of the bad, one time, mistake with the apartment building plumber.

Danny, was one of those men who had pussy on the brain. Oddly, he did not have the nerve to mess around on his wife. After overhearing his mother’s story, he became fixated on her. One afternoon at lunch he had consciously suggested that they have sex.

Bert would always wonder if she had not protested firm enough against such an idea. He was not to be deterred and literally dragged her to the bedroom. She was not willing to admit that he had raped her because she ended up having an orgasm and enjoyed the whole experience. It ended up being a mutual arrangement, them having sex at least once a week, but then there were the times, like the present one, when he could actually seem demented and course, with a one track mind.

“Come on mom! Get with the program.” He chastised, as he flipped his loafers off, removed his jeans, always going commando and sock-less, and removed his T-shirt.

Bert stared at her son’s stiff erection and the redness of his shaft.

At 5’5″, she was a pendik escort rotund little woman at 160lbs. Her skin was a pasty-white, her thighs smooth enough. Long, reddish-orange, her hair was braided and wrapped in a bun around the back of her head. On the edge of diabetes, there was little hair on her mound. If one could point to any positive attribute, it would be her large nipples that were mounted on large sagging breasts. Notwithstanding, of course, the treasure hole between her legs that mesmerized her son.

For Bert to undress, was a simple matter. She lifted the bluish- gray, flowered shack of a dress over her head and pushed down pink bloomer style underwear.

“Show me how much you like my stiff peter.” He offered.

This was standard operating procedure, even when there were hours of free time. Bert sat down on the rather high bed and took the head of her son’s cock into her mouth. At other, more leisurely, times she would suck him to orgasm, having learned to swallow his ejaculate to keep things tidy. Then he would fuck her for ever, very much to her liking. But this day he pulled it from her within a few minutes. If she told the truth, Bert had missed her son too and was enjoying sucking his cock. But Danny was in a hurry!

Danny laid his mother back and lifted her legs, pushing them back. He put his face to her pussy and began a most novice attempt of oral pleasure. But today, pleasure was not his intent. He could, and had, done much better. His desire was to get her pussy lubricated. It was not a pretty pussy, with large flapped lips, but being his mother’s, creating elicit and incestuous arousal, and being safe from discovery, it was a very desirable pussy.

Leaving her at the edge of the bed, Danny moved in close and put the head of his cock to the reddish area, surrounded by pink, that was her treasure hole. He pushed into her. As he was sufficiently thick and long, entering her always caused his mother to gasp. Particularly, when she was not that well lubricated. She wasn’t at this time. Leaning over, cradling her in his arms, he did not linger çekmeköy escort to help her get lubricated, but began an intense rapid rhythm, stabbing at her.

“Good pussy Mama! Real good pussy! I’ve been thinking about your pussy the whole two weeks. Grrroodddd it’s good!” He exhaled heavily from open mouth. “I couldn’t wait for tomorrow to get my cock inside of you. I’m going to come in your pussy. Do you like the thought of that?”

“Yes Danny. I love for you to come in my pussy. Your cock is so big and long. You fuck Mama’s pussy so good.” Bert said without any of arousal in her tone. She was not being treated like a participant.

“Oh fuck it’s good! Your pussy is so tight!” How could it be otherwise. It had had virtually no use until five years earlier. “Oh fuck it’s good!”

Danny’s ass was reciprocating in a frenzied rhythm, but the orgasm he was seeking was still slightly out of reach. Could it be the guilty feeling of incestuous sex! Apparently not!

“You like your son’s cock? Call me a mother-fucker. Ohhhh fuck yes! Call me a mother-fucker.”

“Yes! You big cock mother-fucker!” A bit of arousal now in her tone. “I’ve missed your big cock. Fuck your mama. You bastard. You mother-fucking bastard! Fuck me damn you! Fuck me!”

Intermingled with this incestuous sexual banter, both mother and son were groaning, moaning, grunting and breathing heavily. The bed springs adding its own rhythmic sounds. All mingling together to intoxicate mother and son. Danny was now relentlessly stabbing his mother with his rock-hard cock.

“I’m going to fuck you! I’m going to wear your ass out! I’m going to shove my cock deep and make you squeal like the bitch you are.”

“I’m a bitch am I? This pussy can take everything you got. Fuck it! You can’t wear this pussy out!” Fuck that pussy! Your bitch’s pussy. You mother-fucker! AAhhhhhhhhh! You’re hurting me! Oh FUCK! You’re hurting me!”

He let up, not the least bit. He had been challenged. He was up to the task!

“Another minute! Another, another minute!”

“Danny! You’re hurting me! You’ve maltepe escort got to stop pushing so deep! Dammit!”

“A few more minutes! Give me a few more minutes, damn you! I’ll show you!”

A participant for a few short minutes, Bert’s body became passive, unmoving, closing her eyes and letting her mind become void of feeling. It didn’t totally work.

“You’re hurting me Danny. You’re making my pussy sore. Hurry up. Come in Mama’s pussy. You’re killing me Danny. Don’t push so deep. Please!”

“Another minute! I’m almost there!”

In her pain, Bert knew the only way not to perish was to rally.

“You big dick mother-fucker. Fuck mama’s pussy! Give Mama’s pussy your come! I want it. I want it! I can feel it in me! Yes! Yes!”

“aaaAAAGGrrrrrrrrrrr, aaggrrrrrrrrrr, agrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Oh FUCK!”

Bert’s pain finally ceased. As her son’s cock was still somewhat rigid as he continued to pump into her, she felt her arousal surface again.

“Fuck me Danny. Fuck mom’s pussy!”

Danny moved slightly to pull out of her.

“No baby! It will only take another minute.”

Bert hugged her son tightly in an effort to keep him from pulling out of her. She pushed her ass, fucking herself on what was left of his stiff cock.

“Don’t go Danny! Let me fuck myself if you won’t do it! Just another minute. What will it hurt. I need it Danny. Damn you!”

Danny managed to free himself from his mother’s embrace and headed for the bathroom to take a quick shower.

“YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH!”

Bert laid there at the edge the bed fingering her pussy. She knew it was useless to try to finger herself to orgasm. Her son’s finger or tongue was the only thing that worked. She knew her son to be a lowlife, incestuous, bastard, interested only in her pussy. She also knew that, sexually, she needed him and would have to put up with his selfishness.

She got up and went to the bathroom. She sat on the toilet letting her son’s cum leak from her.

“Are you coming tomorrow for lunch as usual?” She queried, as her son showered.

“Don’t I always.” He answered.

“Are you going to take care of me tomorrow?”

“Of course mom! Don’t I always.”

She stood in the middle of the living room. Her son walked past her to leave.

“No kiss goodbye. No thank you!”

Danny turned and kissed his mother on her forehead. “Thanks mom.”

“Say hi to your wife for me.”

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A New Life Ch. 07

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Tracey’s story continues from chapter 6. Erin has had a threesome with her mother, Brandi and Jill, Brandi’s sister. Matt is returning from his business trip and reveals what is really happening.

A short recap from Chapter 6:

Erin gave me a wicked smile and looked over at her mom,

“Mom leave your clothes off. You’re my fuck doll and I want you naked.”

Erin pulled a red leash out of her bag and clipped it to her mother’s collar.

“Hands behind your back mom.”

“But Erin, there could be people outside, either here or back at our house, what if they see?”

“Then they’ll know you’re my slave mom.” Erin smiled wickedly at her mother again and started leading her downstairs.

We walked out the front of the house and over to the driveway, Brandi got in the backseat of the car with Erin. Lucky for Brandi no one was out so she hadn’t been seen yet. We drove back home and when we got to our house and pulled into the driveway one of our neighbours was outside watering her garden bed. Erin led her mother out of the car on her leash and our neighbours jaw dropped. We were kissing goodbye and Erin then led her mother across the lawn, completely naked, on her leash and collar and into their house. I looked over at our neighbour, quite attractive in a cheerleader sort of way and in her early twenties. I smiled at her and waved. She smiled back at me and waved. I thought to myself, I really must go over and introduce myself to her one day.

When we got inside my phone buzzed and I checked my messages. It was from Matt, telling me he loved the mother, daughter, sister show. He was coming back early as they had signed a big deal. He’d be back tomorrow. I couldn’t wait to see him. Pussy was good, but I was missing my husband’s warm, hard cock.

Sunday Evening

Justine and I were lying in my bed, propped up on pillows with our arms around each other. We had a glass of wine each and the bottle in an ice bucket beside the bed. It had been a big day and we were both pretty worn out. We had the tv on with a split screen. On one side it showed Erin fucking her mother with a strap-on. On the other side Jill had been moving from room to room tidying up the house. The setup was very good, the cameras switched with the movements in the rooms if you left it on auto. Jill was only dressed in her white collar and white high heels. She finally finished fussing around and poured a glass of wine, sat on a kitchen stool, crossed her legs and started drinking the wine.

Not long after Kelly and Erica walked in. We flicked the screen to just be on Jill’s house and turned up the volume.

“Hi mom.”

“Hi Jill.”

“Hi ladies, did you have a nice day? Mine was very, eye-opening.”

“We can tell,” Erica said.

“So, what did you get up to girls?”

This was fantastic, Justine and I were watching the tv showing Jill’s house and it was like watching a live tv program. The sound and picture quality were amazing, coming through in full HD.

“We went out to the club again mom. You really must come with us next time we go. We met up with those two milfs we told you about. They’re so hot and both have really hot daughters as well. We ended up performing for them again.”

“Really, so tell me more, what are their names? What are their daughters like?” Jill said.

Kelly walked over to her mother, “How about we go upstairs, get a little more comfortable and we can tell you more. What do you think mom?”

Jill smiled at the two of them, “I’d love to.”

The camera switched seamlessly to a shot of Jill, Kelly and Erica walking upstairs and then entering Jill’s room. Jill lay down on her bed while Erica and Kelly stripped off and then joined her.

Kelly started talking, “So mom, their names are Cindy and Betty. Can you believe it? Betty! Cindy is a slim brunette, really hot, with green eyes and about 5’7″. Betty is only about 5’2″ but really curvy with one of those ‘come fuck me’ bodies. She’s blond and has the cutest blue eyes.”

Both Kelly and Erica were stroking Jill while telling her this story. Justine and I were stroking each other’s pussies as we watched!

“We met up with them at the club mom and they were begging us to put on a show for them again. I asked them if they’d like a private show that could go a bit further and they were both saying ‘yes’. So, I asked if we could go back to one of their houses and that way things could be a bit more open, things could go a bit further. They virtually dragged us out of the club to their car. We ended up back at Cindy’s place and that’s when things got really hot mom. Erica and I just started undressing each other as soon as we walked in. We were naked in their lounge room kissing each other while they watched. God mom, it was so hot not knowing if anyone else was in the house or was going to walk in! Cindy asked us to go down on each other while they watched and we did it straight away. We made love in front of istanbul escort them for the next hour while they just touched and played with each other. Betty kept saying it would be so hot if her daughter would do this. Afterwards Cindy dropped us back here and I said to her that maybe they could come over one weekend and we could put on another show for them. Cindy loved that idea and was just saying, ‘yes, oh yes.’ Mom I know it’s really kinky and taboo, but I’d love you to be part of that. Would you do that? Would you join Erica and me while two other milfs watched?”

Jill held her daughters face in her hands and said, “yes, anything for you baby girl,” and kissed Kelly lightly on the lips. God it was so hot watching Jill and Kelly, a mother and daughter, lying naked next to each other kissing like that, I was getting so turned on.

Kelly pulled back from her mother, looked at her and said, “How far would you want to go mom?”

Jill looked at Kelly and said, “As far as you wanted me to.”

“What if we asked them to bring one or both of their daughters back? Would you perform with them while we watched?”

“Yes, anything you wanted me to do.”

“Would you ask their mommies to join you? Would you help them to play with their daughters? I know they’d love to with a little bit of encouragement.”

“Yes, yes I would Kelly. Anything for you.”

“Anything mommy?”

“Yes, anything baby girl.”

“Show me mommy, show me you’d do anything. Lick my pussy while Erica watches. I want my girlfriend to watch while you go down on me mommy.”

Oh, fuck this was hot. I didn’t think Kelly was into that. I knew she was kinky enough to play with her girlfriend in front of her mother, but this was a whole new level. Jill was smiling and crawling over the bed, she looked at Erica and then back at her daughter, licked her lips and then lowered her face between her daughter’s legs. Oh my god her tongue was out, lapping at Kelly’s clit, this was so hot.

“That’s right mommy lick my pussy. You like watching don’t you Erica? I bet you’d love your mommy to do this to you as well. Or maybe you’d like to watch your mommy go down on your brother? I bet he’d like that. Your hot big titted mommy sucking on his cock while you watched. Oh yeah mommy, lick my pussy while my girlfriend watches. Erica, call your mom, tell her you’re staying here tonight for a sleepover, put her on speakerphone so I can hear. I want to talk to her as well while my mom’s licking my clit.”

Oh my god this was so kinky, Justine and I just looked at each other with mouths open, was Erica really going to ring her mom? She was reaching for her phone; she was doing it.

“Hi mom, sorry for ringing so late, I just wanted to let you know I’m staying over at Kelly’s tonight.”

Erica’s mom replied, “Oh honey that’s ok. Are you sure Kelly’s mom’s ok with that?”

“Oh yeah she’s just having something to eat but she’s fine with it. Do you want to talk to her?”

“Yes, yes I probably should.”

Oh wow, was Jill really going to talk to Erica’s mom? Pull her mouth off her daughter’s pussy and talk to another mom? She was. Justine and I were rubbing each other’s clits while we watched this play out. Jill lay her head on Kelly’s thigh and started talking,

“Oh, hi Kendra how are you.”

“Good thanks Jill, I hope it’s ok Erica staying at your place tonight?”

“Yes, oh yes it’s more than fine. I love having both the girls here. In fact, we’re all in Kelly’s bed at the moment having a little slumber party. It’s too bad you’re not here too, I’m sure Erica would love to have you join us, maybe next time? We’ll have to catch up soon.”

“Yes, yes we will. I’d love to be there with you and the girls, I really miss how close Erica and I used to be. Seems like you’re the cool mom now.”

“Oh no not at all Kendra, like I said Erica would love you to be here,” Jill looked at Erica and smiled, “enjoying our daughters’ company just like I am. Anyway, I better go now but I really want to have you over soon, kisses and hugs gorgeous.” Jill went straight back to licking her daughter’s pussy.

Kelly had been rubbing her mother’s pussy the whole time she was having this conversation; I couldn’t believe it. Justine and I kept watching the three of them make love, rubbing each other’s pussies. It was so hot to watch Kelly and her mother finally succumb to their desires. Eventually Justine and I fell asleep before Erica, Kelly and Jill had finished.

Monday Morning

Matt’s flight had landed, and I was on my way to pick him up. I was so excited to see him again. It seemed like he had been away for months. Unfortunately, Justine had gone into work, but I had arranged a special welcome home surprise for him. Brandi and Erin were waiting back at our place, so kinky! Matt came out of the gate and I jumped into him and started kissing him. I couldn’t wait to start fucking him, avcılar escort but it was probably best I didn’t do it here. Matt was telling me how they had made a big sale; the business was going really well and his partnership in it was really going to pay off. On the drive home I leant down and sucked his cock, it felt so kinky, so right! When we walked into the house and up to our bedroom my surprise was waiting. Brandi and Erin, kneeling down, naked, collared, and waiting to serve my husband. I was so excited!

“Do you like your mommy and daughter present honey?”

“I love it babe.”

I took Matt’s cock out and fed it to Brandi. God she was good at swallowing cock. Erin was licking it as well, sharing it with her mother. Matt was just moaning, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. Brandi was feeding Matt’s cock to Erin, then pulling it back and sucking on it herself. I couldn’t believe how hot it was to watch a mother and daughter sharing a cock, it was just unbelievably erotic.

“I made you two fuck dolls. Do you like them babe?”

“Oh yes, I love them. I’d love to watch them fuck each other; I’ve only ever seen it on the screen. I want to see it in real life babe.”

I grabbed Brandi and Erin and led them up to the bed.

“Kneel up and kiss each other, suck each other’s tits, Matt wants to watch a live mommy daughter lesbian show.” God it was so wicked saying that, I couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth. Matt and I sat down on the sofa to relax and watch the show. I was stroking his cock while we watched.

Matt started talking to me, “Oh my god babe, I can’t believe your stroking my cock while we watch a mother and daughter kiss. This must be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

As we watched Erin pushed her mother down onto her back and said, “I’m going to ride you mom.”

Erin then placed her pussy onto her mothers and began grinding against her. We could hear their slick pussies rubbing against each other. It was so unbelievably hot to be watching this with my husband. His cock was throbbing and I was sure he would cum any moment. I went down onto my knees and took his cock into his mouth and sure enough Matt exploded. His cum shot straight down my throat, I don’t think I even tasted it.

“Sorry babe. I got way too excited watching this. I can’t believe Erin is scissoring with her mother. I’ve seen them on the screen before, but this is just so much wilder watching them live.”

Brandi and Erin were in a world of their own, groaning, moaning, telling each other how much they loved one another, how they were going to keep fucking in front of audiences because it was such a turn-on to do something so taboo, so forbidden while others watched.

Matt looked at me and said, “I need to talk to you babe. I need to explain something to you.”

“I’m all ears babe, but if you don’t mind can I keep watching?”

Matt started talking, “Of course you can babe. I know your enjoying watching and there’s a reason for that. About three months ago I came across a variation of the chemical I’d been researching at work. It’s a combination of endorphins we’d been developing for a new perfume line. The perfume was extremely successful, and we have made a big sale on it, that’s why I was able to come back earlier than expected.

The variation I came across, I kept to myself. It only seemed to work on female subjects, increasing their libido and especially their attraction to other women. It’s completely harmless and seemed to enhance a person’s feelings of love and also greatly increase their reception to whatever kinks they may have. It also seems to have acted similar to a virus as any females that come in contact with a female exposed to it also start to act the same. You see babe that’s why we are watching Erin and her mother make love, you exposed them to it. I used it on you as I thought it would be good for our love life. It certainly has but I never expected it to go this far. I’ve developed an antidote that will nullify the effects and I’ve got it here now; I’m going to spray it on you.”

“Wait,” I said. Matt just stared at me. “I love what’s been happening, it’s so kinky, so dirty and it has brought us closer together. I love the fact that our sex life has just exploded. I don’t want that to change. And besides that, how hot is it to watch a mother and daughter making love right in front of us.” I smiled at Matt when I said this last bit.

“Wow,” Matt said. “I didn’t really expect a response like that.”

“From what you’re telling me Matt all we are doing is acting on desires we already have. Look at Brandi and Erin, I know her previous girlfriend wanted to watch exactly this with her sister and now she’s living it out in front of Justine and me. Erin had obviously considered it as well. Then there’s Jill, Kelly and Erica. Kelly had obviously had kinky thoughts about performing in front of her mother, she had already started asking Erica to seduce her mother. The şirinevler escort list just goes on, I think you’re helping people rather than hurting them. I say let’s keep going and see where this takes us.”

“Well babe you make a good argument. I’m happy to continue if you are. Now why don’t we go and join Brandi and Erin.” Matt had the biggest grin on his face when he said this.

We climbed up onto the bed, Matt came around behind Brandi and cupped her gorgeous breasts, I did the same with Erin. We had them face each other and this started them kissing again. God I’d never get over how hot this was, I leant into Erin’s ear and said, “You love kissing your mom while we watch don’t you?”

“Yes,” Erin said breathlessly.

“What if we brought more people to watch, would you like that?”

“Oh yes.”

“Would you like me to fuck you with a strap-on while my husband watches?”

“Yes.”

I reached over and grabbed the strap-on from my bedside table, pulled it on and tightened the straps. Erin raised herself up on her knees, holding onto her mother’s shoulders, and I pushed my cock in. At the same time Matt pushed his cock into Erin’s mother. They both sighed and looked at each other.

I whispered in Erin’s ear again, “Kiss your mother while we fuck you.” Erin immediately began kissing her mother, squeezing Brandi’s beautiful breasts and pinched her nipples.

Matt and I were driving our cocks in and out of the mother and daughter pussies faster and faster. I whispered in Erin’s ear, “Tell your mother she’s your fuck-doll.”

“Oh mommy, you’re my fuck-doll, my mommy slut. I love fucking with you mommy.”

“Tell mommy you want to invite Jill, Kelly and Erica over for a party. Tell her you want to perform for them at the party, you want your cousin and her girlfriend to watch while you fuck mommy in front of them.” I was still driving my cock into Erin and Matt was doing the same to Brandi, they were both moaning in pleasure.

“Mommy, mommy. I want to ask Aunty Jill, Kelly and Erica over so we can fuck in front of them. Will you do that for me mommy?”

“Oh yes baby girl, of course mommy will. I’m your mommy-slut and I’ll do anything you want me to.”

Wow, I couldn’t believe it. Brandi and Erin were willing to fuck in front of their own relatives, in front of Brandi’s sister and Erin’s cousin. Erica wasn’t going to know what to do when this happened! I was thinking about the two milfs Kelly had performed for as well. Maybe I should have Erin ask Kelly to invite them as well. I could have a lesbian orgy organised at Brandi’s and Matt and I could watch from the comfort of our bed! I leant down and whispered in Erin’s ear again.

“You’re going to ask Kelly’s two milf friends, call her, ask Kelly to come to your house next Friday and ask her to invite them. You’re going to make your debut performing in front of an audience. It’s going to be your aunt, your cousin, her girlfriend and the two milfs they know. Will you do that for me Erin?”

“Yes, oh yes I will. May I cum mistress?”

I’d forgotten how rhythmically I’d been pumping Erin’s pussy, “Yes, you may cum.” I smiled when I said this. Erin started convulsing on my cock, she was cumming so hard I thought she was going to have a fit. God it felt good watching her spasm on the end of my cock. Her mother was doing the same with Matt. God this was glorious, a mother and daughter fucking my husband and me. I was going to make them understand how to be fuck-dolls, I was going to make them understand the true meaning of rapture. Both Brandi and Erin had passed out after cumming, I started taking to Matt.

“Would you mind if I got them to put on a lesbian show for some friend’s babe?”

“No of course not, as long as I can ask something later?” Matt said.

“Yes babe, anything.” Matt smiled at me when I said this, as if he was holding onto something.

“I’ll let you know when I’ve decided babe,” And he smiled a wicked smile at me.

Brandi and Erin started to stir, “Erin, I need to talk to you.” We walked out of the bedroom while Matt was feeding his cock to Brandi again. She was slurping it up, god I still couldn’t believe how good she was at deepthroating cock. She’d keep Matt occupied for hours.

Erin and I walked down to the kitchen and we grabbed a juice each. I had a kinky plan and I wanted to see if Erin was open to it. We were both naked and it was so hot to be looking at an eighteen-year-old thinking of how I could corrupt her!

“So, Erin, I understand your cousin met up with some interesting ladies. Has she told you about them?”

“Yes, yes she has. Would you like to hear about them?” I nodded my head and smiled.

“Well, Kelly has been going to a lesbian club with her girlfriend Erica and apparently, from what she’s told me, they’ve been putting on shows for the women there, sex shows.” Erin smiled when she said this. I knew the idea was turning her on.

“So apparently, from what I’ve heard, they’ve not only put on some pretty hot dance routines but also done a private show for two of the older ladies they met.”

“Tell me more Erin. What do you know about it?”

“Apparently they went back to one of their houses and put on a private show for two of the ladies which was pretty out there, pretty hot.”

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A Mother’s Love Ch. 02

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Note: This is the second part of a series. I strongly recommend reading Chapter 1 first. Also, this story parallels my Crash-n-Burn series, from Maisie’s point of view. If you are reading those stories, be aware that there will be major spoilers here. This piece is a bit longer, as I wanted to keep their camping trip in one chapter.

Finally, I always welcome feedback. Enjoy.

*****

WEEDS

It was a snowy, wet day in mid-November. I had been putting in long hours, making sure that everything was on track for the various Christmas displays that would be going out soon. As much as I loved working at the Gage Park Tropical Greenhouse, there were a couple times each year that got to be stressful. Christmas was one of them.

The smell hit me as soon as I stepped into the house. It was a sweet and acrid odour that I was more than familiar with, having spent many days half-stoned with Nate – days that had led to some very adventurous episodes. The problem was, it was the last thing I wanted to smell right now. I barely took the time to kick off my boots and toss my coat on the sofa. I could hear Estelle and Cole talking as I reached her room, the smell much stronger.

I threw her door open, pausing a moment to take in the scene. They were both on the bed, Estelle in not much more than a camisole and panties. She was currently working on undoing Cole’s belt. A saucer on her dresser, next to the door, held the smoking remains.

“What the hell is this?” I asked, picking up the roach.

Estelle jumped sideways with a scream. “Umm, it’s a cigarette.”

“I know marijuana when I smell it, and when I see it. Do you remember why you came here?”

“It’s not that big a deal…”

“Really? You’re eighteen now, do you know what that means?” I calmed my voice, trying to get through to her. “Estelle, if you get arrested, you go to adult jail, with an adult sentence. Are you trying to ruin your life?”

“It’s only one joint.”

“That’s all it takes, as you know. Your previous conviction was for marijuana, so it would be considered a second offence.”

“I was told the records are sealed.”

“No, they’re protected because you were a minor. You got a discharge, but the record is accessible for one year, and that’s still two months away. You’re so close, Estelle, I don’t to see you mess it up now.”

“It’s just one fucking joint.”

“Fine. I told you no drugs in my house. And I will not allow Cole to get involved in your mistakes. Since I can’t trust you any more…”

I had wanted to convince her that it was in her best interest to do as I asked, but I could see that wasn’t going to happen. I promised Brian I’d do whatever it took to protect her, and I intended to keep that promise. She wasn’t listening, so it was time to change tactics. I turned and headed out the door. I collected a hammer and screwdriver and came back, pulling the pins from the door hinges.

“What are you doing?” Estelle yelled.

“I can’t trust you to follow my rules, so I need to be able to keep my eye on you. If you want the door back, you need to prove to me that I can trust you.”

“You can’t do that! It’s not fair.”

I stopped. “Fair? This has nothing to do with fair, Estelle. This is protecting my home, my son and you. Don’t worry, Cole’s door is coming down too.”

“I didn’t even touch the joint,” Cole protested.

“Really? Your eyes are just as bloodshot as hers. Just be glad this is all I’m doing.”

A few minutes later both doors were in the basement. Sure, Cole could easily put them back on. But, I knew that he wouldn’t. He would recognize that it was a punishment, and take it with as much grace as he could muster. I just had to see if I could do the same.

***

For the next while, I made a point of checking on Cole and Estelle whenever I passed their rooms. I also performed ‘spot checks’ to ensure there was no contraband. I’d look through their dresser drawers, check under the mattress, things like that. When I found Cole’s stash of pornography, he turned bright red. I shook the magazines out to make sure nothing was hidden in the pages, then slipped them back under the mattress.

At first, they hid around the corner when they were changing. I simply walked into their rooms and watched as dispassionately as possible. There were a couple complaints, and I simply told them that I would investigate any time they were acting suspiciously. If they didn’t like it, they were free to move out.

There was one unexpected side-effect of this. Both of them became used to being seen semi- or completely nude. I was not really surprised to find that I liked how Cole looked, given how much was like his father. Estelle, however, was a shock. I had never really thought of women sexually before, but her petite frame just looked amazing. She usually had her pussy shaved, while I left a patch of hair on my pubic mound. When combined with her usual Tinkerbell hairdo, Estelle naked was the picture of a sexy little pixie.

Whatever halkalı escort it was about her, Estelle noticed me noticing her. She started to perform for me a bit, stretching unnecessarily when she undressed, bending over or spreading her legs to flash me. For my part, every time I passed by, I stopped and watched her show. Not that she had lost interest in Cole; she probably showed her body off to him even more. More than once I caught one or the other of them going from the shower to their rooms wearing nothing but a towel. And the towel wasn’t always covering much.

One particular night, I heard Estelle start the shower just before I went upstairs. As I passed Cole’s room, I heard him moan. I looked in, seeing him lying on the bed, legs slightly spread. He was completely naked, masturbating with his eyes closed. It did not take much imagination to guess the topic of his fantasy. Before I could make myself continue to my room, he moaned again. White cum jetted from his very nice cock, arcing in the air and landing across his chest and hips. I must have made a noise, because he suddenly opened his eyes.

“Sorry, Mom. I didn’t mean to do that while you were up.”

I waved away his apology. “No, it’s my fault. I heard something as I passed by and stopped. That’s perfectly natural behaviour for a boy your age. Don’t worry about it.”

I walked away before he could respond, slipping into my room and closing the door. As I started to undress, I realized that I was much too worked up to go to sleep. Of course, it wasn’t Cole’s fault. And, I was his mother, so I was not in any way interested in him as a sexual partner. It was just the raw masculinity of him coming that was affecting me, that’s all.

I quickly stripped and pulled the blankets back. Pulling my favourite vibrator from its hiding spot under the bed, I tossed back the blankets and lay down. It did not take long for me to realize that I would not need lube. I wasted no time, quickly bringing myself to an orgasm. I told myself that I was visualizing Nate, even if he seemed thinner than I remembered. I ended up using the vibrator until I had climaxed two more times.

Cole and Estelle soon started to hang in the doorway while the other was changing. Neither seemed to mind the watching, though. When it was just Estelle watching Cole, I knew that he gave her a bit of a show. If I was there, he was careful not to display too much, and usually changed quickly. Estelle, though, always made sure that whoever was watching got a good strip-tease. And, I found that I didn’t mind at all. After all, she was technically not related to me at all, right? She was also very cute.

When I had first taken the doors off, Cole and Estelle made sure to wear something to bed. But that changed, too, and they both began to sleep nude. I couldn’t really complain, as I almost always slept naked. The difference, of course, was that I still had a door to close. But, I had taught Cole that there was nothing wrong with nudity, so I had no grounds to complain even if I wanted to. When he was younger, we were often causally nude, though he had become a little self-conscious when he hit puberty. I had stopped being completely naked around him after that, though he often saw me in just my underwear. After the doors came off, we all gradually relaxed our dress code a bit.

I had not seen them getting intimate in their rooms, but they had been spending a lot more time cuddling on the sofa. Estelle, in particular, took to wearing much less around the house. There were signs that they were doing more than just hugging, but they had made sure to keep their behaviour around me mostly PG.

***

AFTER PARTY

A couple weeks after removing the bedroom doors, I messed up. It was the end of November, and we were holding our annual Christmas party for work. I ended up getting totally shitfaced, and I have no idea how I got home. It had started innocently enough, with a single glass of wine over dinner. Then, a few girls and I moved from the restaurant to a bar a couple doors down the street. We had a couple more drinks and started to bitch about men. Nate came up, and I complained that he wouldn’t call our son. Then, I complained that he hadn’t fucked me since March. It couldn’t have been that he was angry at me, as we always fought. My friends assured me that it was because he was feeling guilty for not calling. Unfortunately, that didn’t do much for my lack of a sex life. Dildos and vibrators could only do so much. For one thing, they didn’t bite or scratch. Not that I mentioned that part to them.

So, when I stumbled into the house, sex was on my mind. I made it up the stairs, then fell against the railing as I was passing Cole’s room. I heard a voice and looked up to see a gorgeous, tall blonde. He was naked, and starting to get an erection. My alcohol-fogged brain saw my ex, and that meant only one thing.

“You takin’ me to bed, Nate, darlin’?”

“Yeah,” he said, taksim escort reaching for my hand.

“Good. You haven’t fucked me in ages.”

I reached for his cock, but he grabbed my hand and lifted me to my feet. “Come on, let’s get you into bed.”

He led me to the bed and tried to push me back.

“I need my shoes off, baby.”

He smiled. “I can do that.”

Nate kneeled down and reached for my shoes. I spread my legs, giving him a good look at my black stockings and thin lace panties. I saw his eyes lock on my barely-concealed pussy, and he went even harder. Once my shoes were off, he started to turn away.

I placed a hand on his shoulder. “And my shirt. Please?”

“Okay, and the shirt. But that’s it.”

“You sure?” I asked.

I was wearing a lace demi-bra that matched my black panties. I pulled him in, kissing him intimately.

“Mom,” he said, pulling at my arms. “It’s past my bed time.”

“Oh, you want to play the mommy game?” I giggled. “You can sleep with mommy tonight, baby.”

He kissed me and slipped away. “Goodnight, Mom. See you in the morning.”

“I thought we were gonna fuck,” I whined as he left the room.

I must have passed out, I have no idea for how long. When I woke, I realized that I was in bed, mostly undressed. My clothes were tossed on the floor, something I’d never do. My undergarments were all bunched up, so I stripped them off. Then I recalled bits of what had happened, realizing that I had just propositioned my son. A wave of shame threatened to wash over me, but I fought it back. Although my judgement was still obviously impaired, my logical mind was functioning just enough to rationalize that the alcohol had made me mistake him for his father. My intention had been to bed Nate, not Cole. Therefore, I had never actually asked my son to fuck me. The rationalization worked, but I knew that I had to explain it to Cole. With a sigh, I pushed myself to a seated position.

Pulling on a light robe, I decided now was as good a time as any to talk to him – if he was still up. I thought I heard a low voice as I opened my door. Maybe he had not fallen asleep yet and we could talk. I heard Estell move on her bed as I walked down the hall.

“Estelle, is Cole with you?”

“What? No,” she mumbled. “You okay, Aunt May?”

“I had too much to drink tonight. I might have said something to Cole by accident. I thought he was someone else.”

“I’m sure he’ll understand. It can probably wait until morning. I think he’s asleep.”

“I’ll just check on him.”

I continued on to Cole’s room, calling softly. As I entered his room, I realized that the bed was empty. Confused, I turned back to my room. There were no lights on downstairs, so I doubted he was there. I was about to ask Estelle again if he was in her room when toilet flushed. I waited as he washed his hands. The door opened and Cole stepped out, running into me. He smelled of sex and sweat. Our bodies collided, and I felt his cock press against my inner thigh as I caught him in my arms. He was obviously still naked but that did not bother me.

“Uh, Cole, I think I owe you an apology. I may have mistaken you for…someone else, and said something that was inappropriate.”

“I know that you just had a bit too much to drink, Mom. Don’t worry, I’m not upset.”

I pulled him closer. His cock slid up my leg, the tip pressing between the lips of my still-wet pussy. I felt amazing, and I wanted him, as bad as I had ever wanted his father.

“Oops.”

Cole gave a nervous laugh and tried to pull away, unsuccessfully. “Yeah, oops. Um, that wasn’t intentional, Mom. Sorry.”

I barely suppressed a moan of pleasure as his cock throbbed, teasing the entrance of my pussy. I was close to losing it, and forced myself to back off. I took a deep breath and took a half-step back. “Me too, Cole. I hope Estelle realizes just how lucky she is to have you. You really are a handsome young man.”

“I was thinking that I was the lucky one.”

I pulled him in for another hug, but he turned his hips just enough to prevent a repeat of the illicit contact. I chuckled at the idea that his self-restraint was better than mine. I kissed him on the cheek and let go again.

“I’m glad that you two are working out. But, she’s had some tough times. Just be gentle with her, okay?”

“Always, Mom. I love you.”

I kissed him again, this time meeting his lips. “Love you too, Cole, baby.”

He seemed to be frozen in place as I turned back to my room. I knew that I would definitely need my toys before falling to sleep.

***

We never said anything about the meeting in the hall, but Cole was a little more receptive to displays of affection after that. When he was little, we had always kissed on the lips. That had stopped in his early teens, but he seemed to almost welcome it now, turning into my kisses, rather than away. I wasn’t about to refuse him.

I noticed that Cole and Estelle were şişli escort being more open with their affection, as well. I don’t know exactly when it had happened, but there had been a shift in their relationship. They likely thought I didn’t notice, but they both had started to grope each other at every opportunity. Estelle, in particular, was always in the least amount of clothing she could get away with, and Cole didn’t seem able to keep his hands from roaming. Moving between her room and the bath, she had dropped even the pretense of wrapping a towel around herself. I should have said something, but I was enjoying the show as much as my son. And, I never refused a hug from her, no matter her state of dress.

***

GIRL TALK

Not long after the party, Estelle started to visit with me in my room for ‘girl talk’. Since she pretty much always came in ‘ready for bed’ – meaning, completely undressed – It didn’t take long for me to become comfortable sitting on my bed naked with her. After a week or two of this, I noticed that she was looking at me a bit differently.

“Is there something wrong, Estelle?”

She licked her lips. “Um, not wrong…”

“Is something right, then?” She nodded, and when I spread my legs a bit, her gaze shot down to my pelvic region. “Maybe, something you like?”

“Yeah,” she whispered. “Um, you said no sex. With boys, right?”

I leaned back, letting my legs fall open a bit more. I could see a flush coming to her upper chest and cheeks.

“That is correct.”

“You never said anything about girls.”

“A girl can’t get you pregnant, can she?”

Estelle shook her head.

I slid a hand down my side, coming to rest on my upper thigh, the fingers drooping down near my pussy. “Did you want to ask me something else?”

Her eyes were fixed on my pussy. “You look real nice, Aunt Maisie.”

“You don’t have to think of me as your aunt when we’re in here, Stelle.”

That was Cole’s pet name for her. Her eyes flicked up, and I saw them clouded with desire. I wondered if mine looked the same to her.

“Maisie, you’re beautiful.”

“So are you, Stelle. I can see why my son has totally fallen for you. Did you want something? Maybe something that I can give you?”

Her hand moved to my ankle, slowly making its way up the leg. “Can I touch you?”

I could barely keep the elation from my face. I didn’t want to scare her off now. “As much as you want, Stelle.”

She nodded, her gaze falling again. Her hand moved up to my thigh, reaching my hand. We intertwined fingers and she met my eyes again.

“As much as I want?”

I nodded with a gentle smile. She leaned forward, her head dropping to my crotch. She stopped just short of touching me, inhaling deeply.

“You smell amazing. I want to taste you.”

“And, I want you to.”

She hesitantly extended her tongue, brushing the lips of my pussy. I moved my free hand to her hair, running my fingers through her blonde locks, which were now released from their usual bun for the night. I forced myself not to pull her in, but spread my legs a touch more, inviting her to continue. She began to lick me, getting more confident with every stroke of her tongue. I couldn’t have stopped myself from moaning if I had wanted to. I pulled my legs back and grabbed her hair, forcing her face against my pussy. She made a mewing noise, and her hips gave an involuntary twitch as I controlled her head. I didn’t know if it was previous experience with girls or boys, but she sure knew how to munch carpet. Her tongue was even better than Nate’s, and that was saying something. It only took me about five minutes to reach orgasm, but I was nowhere near done.

“Climb on top of me,” I ordered. “I’m going to lick you, but you can’t come until I say so, understood?”

“Uh, huh,” she replied.

I twisted her hair just a touch. Not enough to hurt, but enough that she would feel it. “You will refer to me as Mistress.”

Her whole body seemed to shiver. Apparently, she was a closet submissive. I wondered if Cole would find that out.

“Yes, Mistress,” she whispered.

“Louder, girl.”

“Yes, Mistress,” she repeated, louder.

I reached under the bed and pulled out a couple dildos. One looked like a series of balls on a shaft that widened from tip to base. I handed this one to her.

“Use your fingers to collect my cum and spread it on my ass, then insert this.”

Her eyes were bright and eager. “Yes, Mistress.”

Her fingers immediately collected my juices. She gently fingered my puckered anus, spreading it with one finger, then two. I felt her tongue wet my ass some more, and she even pushed the tip inside as she spread my cheeks with her hands. I suppressed my moans, even when she slowly filled me with the anal probe.

“Now, lick me again. Play with the toy at the same time. Don’t get distracted by what I’m doing, or you will be punished.”

“Yes, Mistress,” she mumbled past my pussy.

She got to work, her expert tongue doing wonderful things. When she added manipulation of the toy, I had difficulty keeping my hips still. I went to work on her, licking her little slit. She faltered, and I bit down on her lips, making her squeal.

“Don’t let me distract you. A good sex slave does as her mistress commands.”

“Yes, Mistress,” she mumbled.

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Chapter One

Mom and I have been through a lot together since the divorce three years ago. Dad has his new woman and Mom, well she has me. It all started one day my senior year. I had just finished football practice and was coming out of the showers.

“Did you see that hot MILF in the skirt? Man, what I wouldn’t give to tap that… anyone know who she is?” Tommy Lee laughed.

“Don’t bother Tommy, she’s a whore. Just give her $20 and she’ll do whatever you want. No names needed,” Billy, my former best friend, chuckled.

I clenched and unclenched my fist. You know what’ll happen if you get in another fight this year. I told myself.

“How would you know Billy?” Tommy asked with a laugh.

“Saw her down on Maple St. two nights ago, traded a ten spot for a hand job,” Billy grinned.

The next thing I knew he was sprawled on the locker room floor. My hand stung, my knuckles were bloody, and I was being dragged off his chest still swinging. It took the entire team to pull me off.

“That’s it Sloan, I am done with you! Get your ass to the vice principal’s office! You’re off the team, permanently!” Coach Smith yelled and shoved me up the concrete stairs.

My fifth fight in six weeks, a record for Iowa Park High. And those are only the ones they knew about. Seems like I can’t go a single day without some jack ass pissing me off. To be honest, my fuse has been a bit shorter than normal lately. That started the very first day of school, when my girlfriend suddenly decided I wasn’t good enough for her anymore and turned to my so called best friend.

“Thanks for coming, but I have to go talk to Mr. Davis.” I lifted my bloody knuckles to my mom waiting outside the gym.

Elizabeth Sloan, also known as Mom, is a good looking 38 year old, like a younger Monica Bellucci, 5’7 with long brown hair and chocolate brown eyes, about 140 lbs with plump 34C breasts and wears a size 4. She’s not a movie star but a MILF according to every guy in the locker room. Today she was wearing a short skirt and thigh high stockings with 4 inch heels and a white frilly blouse showing more boob than it covered.

“Oh baby, what am I going to do with you?” She crooned and ran her fingers through my mangy hair.

I just shrugged.

“Well come on, let’s get this over with.” She sighed and stumbled in front of me. I heard the crack and quickly caught her, my arm slipping around her waist to pull her against me.

“I hate wearing heels.” she groaned and lifted her foot to remove the broken shoe.

“It isn’t the shoes mom, you’re drunk.” I sighed and waited as she removed the second shoe.

Not chancing another fall, I kept my arm around her as we walked.

“How was the job interview?” I asked as we headed towards the main school building.

“They said ‘We’ll call you’ so I don’t think I got it.” She sighed.

Considering her current condition, I wasn’t surprised. It’s been six months since the school board decided they needed new football equipment more than the students needed an art teacher. She spent most of the summer in a drunken stupor.

We entered the main building and paused a moment as Mom straightened her skirt and buttoned up her blouse. With a deep breath she took my hand in hers.

“I told you what would happen if I saw you in here again, Mr. Sloan,” The vice principal looked at me as if expecting me to cower in a corner or break down begging for mercy.

That might have been me a few years ago, a lot has changed since then: such as him voting to shit can my mother so he can make a few extra bucks at the concession stands.

“And I told you what would happen if certain people keep opening their fat mouths,” I returned the look.

“Christopher…” My eyes shot up at the name.

I have been going to this school for four years, and most of that time spent in the office. He should know my name by now, had he actually paid attention to the big fat file sitting right on his desk.

“Do… Not… Call… Me… Christopher! My Name Is Christmas!” I said slowly with emphasis on every word.

I had been born on Christmas Day, and lack of a better name Mom had told the nurse Christmas. I’m just glad she hadn’t said Merry Christmas that might have been embarrassing.

“Chris, I have no choice but to suspend you for the rest of the semester. We will talk again after the semester break,” He took a step back.

I was tempted to tell him not to bother, I could easily have a G.E.D. by then. Instead I turned, took mom’s hand and walked out.

“What’s gotten into you baby?”

What got into me? Well let’s see mom, you’re dressing like a twenty dollar whore, smelling like booze and cheap perfume, walking around your son’s school in a mini skirt. My dad is fucking every woman in town. My girlfriend of 10 years suddenly decides I’m not good enough for her. And I just got kicked out of school. But I couldn’t really say any of this to her.

“Everything!” istanbul escort I threw my hands up in the air.

“You want a smoke?” She fumbled around in her cleavage and dug out a Marlboro short.

“Yeah, I do,” I reached over, plucked it from her hand and held it my mouth.

We climbed into the car, a 20 year old piece of junk called the Rust Bucket, and both reached for the lighter at the same time. We chuckle and she gives my hand a push, the knob slides in and three minutes later pops out again. I fought with the ignition. Finally getting the rust bucket started we roll both windows down and head towards home.

“I’ll look for a job tomorrow, Mom,” I took a puff, held it in and slowly blew it out. I thought maybe I could talk Mrs. Jacobs into letting me work for her again.

“Thank you baby, but you shouldn’t have to.” She took a deep drag from my cigarette and handed it back.

“You shouldn’t have to do everything alone either,” I took another puff and reached over to turn on the radio… sometimes it worked, and we had a cd player for when it didn’t. Getting nothing but static, I reached under her seat and pulled out the player.

“If you want to help, the lawn needs mowed,” She suggested puffing on the cigarette again.

“I’ll get on it as soon as we get home, Mom,” I promised, taking a deep drag.

“Are you ready to talk about the fight now?”

“Billy called you a whore, so I broke his jaw,” I said with the cigarette in my mouth.

“You and Billy are just alike…Is this because of your dad?” She looked at me through the mirror.

“What do you think Mom?” I asked blowing smoke out the window.

“I think it’s time you knew the truth.” She finished off the cigarette and stubbed it out in the butt can.

“What’s that? Dad is a dick and always was?”

We drove the last two blocks listening to AC/DC until we pulled into the drive. Our old family home had been sold during the divorce. Mom used her half to buy us a 2 bedroom, 1 bath, brown stucco just one block from the Junior High where she used to teach.

“You need in the bath? I want to scrub this makeup off before it bakes on,” She asked as we parked in the drive.

“Yeah, give me a minute,” I mumbled feeling the pinch in my groin telling me I would need to piss soon.

I closed the bathroom door behind me and stood over the throne as I unzip. Three minutes later I reach over and turn on the sink, still nothing happens. I groan and tell myself ‘Piss already will ya’. Another three minutes pass and I give up. One thing I can’t stand is having someone waiting for the bathroom while I’m in there. It would have been easier, had she just come in, and climbed into the shower. Grumbling I flushed the unused toilet, turned off the sink, and step out.

The fridge is basically empty: 1 beer, 6 eggs, some leftovers, a few slices of bacon, and half a jar of grape jelly. I grab the last Coors Light and pop the top. Funny, I remember having two full six packs in there before going to school. That first swig goes down smooth followed by a second. Soon I’m guzzling the entire bottle and tossing it in the garbage. Now I really needed to piss.

Checking the door I give a sigh of relief, it’s unlocked. I walk in. Mom is in the shower, curtain closed. Why she bought a clear curtain with yellow ducks on it, I’ll never figure out. I watched her a second as she stood under the spray, water rushing over her head and back. Steam had fogged the curtain but I could see her silhouette. Turning around I stand over the toilet and unzip again. “Ahhh.” I moan as the blissful sound of relief fills the room. Mom chuckles behind me.

“Fridge is empty and we’re out of beer,” I shake and zip.

“There is $30 in the can,” She stuck her head out to tell me.

“I’ll just pick up some sodas instead,” I didn’t want to spend all we had, besides she would only drink most of the beer anyway.

“Okay honey, can you get me some of those little mini pizzas? The bite size ones,” She ducked back behind the curtain.

I pulled down the coffee can above the fridge. I had worked all summer, $50 a day, to fill the can. Looking in it now I saw three bills and a handful of change. Something had to give soon or we’ll be on the street in a matter of weeks. If I could see this, surely Mom could see it too.

Taking twenty I grab the keys off the counter and head to the car. After fighting with the ignition for a few minutes the starter kicks on. I grab one of mom’s longer butts from the can and stick it in my mouth as I wait on the lighter.

AC/DC morphs into Poison halfway to the store and Mom’s favorite song fills the car. “Every Rose Has It’s Thorn” I’m pretty sure that the song was playing in the delivery room the day I was born. If not then it should have been, because I am definitely Mom’s thorn.

The little cow bell dinged as I stepped into the corner market and Mrs. Jacobs’s looked up from her cash register. My avcılar escort ex was picking up diapers for one of her babysitting clients, and Tony Clark is waiting in line with a bag of toilet paper. It’s your typical neighborhood convenience store where you can put gas in your car and pick up dinner all in one place. That is if you don’t mind a limited selection of frozen and dried foods.

I grab mom’s pizza bites from the freezer, plus an extra bag, and a hand full of chicken flavored Ramen. Grabbing a twelve pack of Dr. Pepper on my way to the checkout I stub my toe. “Owe,” Abby giggles as she walks past me to the exit. I stare at her tight buns as she walked through the door and down the sidewalk.

Abigail Scott was the one girl I thought would stand by me through anything. At 5’6, a hundred ten pounds with short wavy sunshine blonde hair, peach colored skin, and long slender legs she could turn any man’s head, and in two weeks she’ll be 18.

“Are you ready, Christmas?” Mrs. Jacobs draws my attention to the empty counter. She chuckles as I give her a sheepish look.

Nichole Jacobs, 5’3 and 115 pounds at 46 years old with rich copper hair and hazel green eyes, she could easily pass for Julianne Moore in Hannibal and need very little makeup. Her husband travels more than he is home, so she bought the Corner Market convenience store to give herself something to do about six or seven years ago. In the summertime, when she’s wearing one of her homemade dresses, sweat just pours off her skin and the thin material tends to cling in just the right places.

“Sorry I got distracted, stubbed my toe again,” I murmured and set everything on the counter, “and can I get a pack of Marlboro Reds, 100s this time, please.”

“Matches too?” She pulled a yellow booklet from under the counter, a big ad for J.B.C. Bail Bonds on it.

“Sure, might as well,” I shrugged because they were free.

“That’ll be $16.59,” She told me and I handed her the $20 bill.

“You wouldn’t need an extra hand would you? I got suspended again, for the rest of the year this time,” I waited for my change.

I had worked for her over the previous three summers, and I knew she liked me, so I wasn’t too worried. She seemed to think it over for a moment as she put my things into a bag.

“Six pm to closing, $50 a night, you can start tomorrow.” She held out the bag to me.

“I’ll see you tomorrow night then,” I took the bag from her hand.

Back at home I put the pizza bites in the freezer, the Ramen in the cabinet, and the soda in the fridge. Then I pull off my shirt and step into the garage. Someday we’ll manage to get all these boxes unpacked. I pull the cover off the push mower, not surprisingly it doesn’t have gas. Luckily there’s a can with just enough left in it for one run.

I choked and pull the ripcord. Damn this thing is loud, I think to myself as burnt oil and smoke forms a cloud around me. The grass isn’t that high, and it’s already turning yellow. Winter is approaching rather quickly this year. It’s just above my ankles as I push the mower through it. Keeping the sun at my back, I mow in long strips across the lawn. It isn’t as fast as going in circles, but the last time I did that, I chipped the blade and broke a window.

Dogs bark, neighbors bitch about the noise, I ignore it all, my mind on other things. Ever since getting laid off from the school Mom has been different. It’s like she’s taking a long vacation from everything. She has few office skills since the base of her education was in art. I don’t really see her finding a better job in this one horse town. I like it here though, it’s home and has been since the day I first met Abby in the second grade. Moving would be like getting my right nut chopped off by a lawn mower.

“How many times are you going to mow that row, Chris? I don’t think it can get any shorter,” Mom laughed sitting on the porch steps in her robe.

“Damn, I’m not thinking right,” I grumbled and move to the next row.

I wondered how long I had been distracted and how much she had heard. Just how much had I said out loud, and how much had been in my head? I really hate talking to myself.

I was all sweaty again by the time I reached the side of the house. This was only a small patch, about a 5×10 foot rectangle before I hit the gate to the backyard. Pushing the mower over the tiled sidewalk I skirted the pool. It wasn’t a large pool and only about 7 feet deep on the deep end. We didn’t have a diving board but we did have a rusty slide, nothing fancy.

Mom followed me to the back, took off her robe, and stretched out in a patio chair. I’m not really sure why she’s watching me. It isn’t like I’ve never mowed the lawn before, but I don’t mind. At least I had something to look at while I worked. She looked even better in a bikini than Abby. She passed me half a cigarette and I took a few puffs, letting my eyes take in the view, before giving it back and moving on.

There wasn’t all that much grass şirinevler escort in the back. Just around the patio and a bit along the fence. Most of the yard was tiled because of the pool. Once I’d finished I turned off the mower and shimmied out of my jeans. It was October, so I expected the water to be cold when I dove in, surprisingly it was only cold at the bottom. I started to ask Mom to join me, but I could tell she wasn’t in the mood for a swim.

I climbed out, grabbed my jeans, pulled another chair over beside hers, and plopped down. Without needing to ask, she hands me the glass of Dr. Pepper from between her legs and I take a deep pull from the straw.

“Do you feel any better now?” She asked when I handed the glass back.

“A little.” I agreed.

“You know, you can always talk to me right? If it helps, you can just think of me as a friend, or even a stranger.” She sipped and placed the soda back between her thighs.

“Oh, like you really want to hear about my life.” I grumbled.

“I do, when it has you coming home with bloody knuckles.” She raised her brow at me.

“Billy called you a whore Mom, my best friend.” I said shaking my head.

“And Abby broke up with me just before school started, now she’s going around the school telling people I have a small cock and that I sleep in Spiderman underwear.” I grumbled.

Mom busted out laughing and slapped her thighs.

“Sorry… sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh it’s just that… when has Abby seen your cock?” She kept on laughing.

“That’s my point Mom; you just assume I’m a virgin.” I groaned.

“Well? Do you have a small cock?” She asked, her laughter finally dying down to a soft giggle.

“Mom!” I groaned.

“Just answer the question. Do you think your cock is small?” She seemed to get control of herself now.

“No, it isn’t any smaller than any other guys,” I shrugged.

“Then why does it bother you?” She turned her seat so she was facing me now.

“Because she told ALL of the cheerleaders. She might as well have cut it off; I’ll never get a date now.” I dug the new pack of smokes and matches from my jeans pocket.

“Baby, there are other women in town besides cheerleaders. And if they are so shallow they wouldn’t date a short cock man, then who needs them anyway?” She plucked the cigarette right out of my mouth and puffed.

“My cock is not short!” I groaned.

“Then why does it bother you so much?” She giggled and handed me back my cigarette.

“Because she told the Cheerleader’s, mom, now every girl in the school thinks I have a 3 inch dick. I couldn’t get a date if I tried.” I took a long hard drag before passing it over.

“Like I said, there are other WOMEN in this town. You’re 18 now baby; you seem to keep forgetting that.” She looked into my eyes as she puffed on my cigarette.

“Yeah, and they are all either married, old, gay, or related.” I took my cigarette back and took a long drag.

“So? None of those things has ever kept you from looking before, why should it now?” She held out her hand and I took another puff before passing.

“Alright, name one woman who would want me?” I told her.

“Easy, I’ll name three: Nichole Jacobs, Carol Scott, and Angela Pruitt.” She grinned.

“Mrs. Jacobs is 47 and married, Carol is married to the Sheriff, and Angela is Billy’s mom!” I squealed.

“So? You look down my shirt every chance you get.” She giggled.

“Only because you walk around half naked all the time.” I took away my cigarette.

“Because I like being looked at. Your father stopped looking a long time ago.” She got this sad look then.

“Mom, you are the hottest woman in town. I mean that too, if you weren’t my mom I’d…” I had to stop myself.

“You would what baby?” She asked raising her eyes to mine.

“I’d kiss you.” I answered, not wanting to tell her what I was really about to say.

“Then why don’t you? You used to kiss me all the time, when you were little.” She teased.

“You’re serious?” I asked.

“Are you?” She countered.

It was a challenge and she knew better than to challenge me. I stood, leaned over her reclined chair, our bodies almost touched as I held myself up by the chair’s thin metal arms. I lowered my head, giving her plenty of time to stop me. Our eyes locked, our lips touched, mine pressed firmly against hers. She opened to me, her hands slid up my arms in a tender caress. I tasted her warm smoky breath, an inferno of need and passion in every caress of her tongue, and then it was over.

“I see your skills have improved.” She licked her lips as I hovered over her.

“Why don’t you go take a shower, and I’ll put dinner in the microwave…” She suggested, her eyes drifting over my bare chest and the bulge in my tight compression shorts.

I kissed her again, just a quick peck this time, before going to do as she suggested. I should have locked the door, I realized a few minutes later. I was busy stroking myself and not paying attention to anything but the images in my head and the memory of that searing kiss until I heard the sound of mom peeing in the toilet. Too far gone to stop now I ignored the sound and hoped she couldn’t see through the curtain. The toilet flushed, water got a bit warmer, mom moaned. Startled I pulled back the curtain just a little.

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A History Lesson

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As I approached the door, the voices and nervous chatter became clearer. My ex-wife, Barbara, who I’d divorced eight years ago, was giving her two cents on every issue. I heard the naive laughter of my youngest daughter, nineteen year old Tracy, and the protests of her sister, Kelly, the bride. Twenty-one years young and headstrong, when she had called to tell me she was getting married, my silence deceived the shock and disappointment, but I recovered enough to wish her the best of luck and a long happy life. The other voices I couldn’t make out and figured them to be bridesmaids, giddy in their happiness for another, perhaps looking forward to their day.

Straightening my bowtie in a hallway mirror, I caught myself frowning at the discomfort of wearing this restricting tuxedo on my six foot frame. I looked at both sides of my short, dark hair and thankfully saw that none had gone grey since this forty-one year old man left the hotel. My face was hardened with years of travel and gigging in smoky bars and boozy nightclubs. And as I studied the eyes of this man, I reflected on the life that got me here. I met Barbara when we were both too young to know any better, and she convinced this guitar player that we could have the world.

She was a college graduate with a steady job and I was hopping around the country with forever adolescents. The daughters came early in the marriage, which kept us together about five years after we both knew it was over. She met a man she could have a stable life with, whom she said would be a better role model for the girls. The divorce was as amicable as could be expected and I stayed around for a few years until a got a big break as a studio musician in New York City. Ever since, I tried the best I could to keep in touch over the phone, through pictures, and the occasional tour with a stop in the area. And as I looked into the glass, I saw regret reflecting out.

“Dad, what are you doing?”

I came back to the present with the voice of my daughter, Tracy. She was beautiful even in the ridiculous emerald green bridesmaid dress. Her tan skin and long dark hair contrasted with the metallic color of the dress. She smiled in her innocent beauty and looked upon me with bewilderment. “Just thinking back I guess,” I said. “Times like this make you think about maybe the wrong choices you make. How they affect other people.”

She comforted me with a firm hug and stroked my shoulders and the back of my arms. “You did what you had to do,” she said. “I don’t hold your life against you Dad. I would have done the same thing. I’d rather experience life than to get through it like Mom.”

Her gentle massages eased my tension, and as I relaxed I noticed how much I enjoyed having her breasts press against my torso. Standing about five inches taller than Tracy, I moved my hands from the small of her back up to her bare shoulder blades and pressed her tightly to me. She returned the deep hug and smiled innocently. Bending my head, I went to give her a light kiss on the forehead, but she extended up on her toes and briefly met my lips. “Ooo,” she giggled, “better not let Mom see that. She might get jealous. Or Kelly, for that matter.”

I smiled at her playfullness and as she walked down the hall couldn’t believe her reaction to the way I lightly spanked her ass. “Maybe later, you could try when I’m not wearing this puffy dress.”

Her dress came down slightly below her knees and those shapely, muscular calves demanded my eyes as they moved this beautiful, young woman away. I imagined the nice, tight ass she had to have. I also wondered what that ass would feel like in my hands as she rode up and down on my dick, screaming out, “Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck your horney little girl. Stick that big cock in your daughter’s hot pussy.” Caught staring and dreaming, I looked up at my daughter’s turned head. She just smiled and shook it as she turned the corner of the hallway.

Back to reality, I was about to knock on the door where the bride was getting ready when my ex opened it up and slithered out. “Jack,” she said in an admonishing tone, “we have to talk.”

I moved away from the door to give her room.

“Kelly, wants Mike to walk her down the aisle. Now, you really don’t have any reason to be upset.”

“I don’t care,” I responded to her declaration. pendik escort I did feel hurt, but my guilt of living away said this was another consequence of my life’s decisions. “I was hoping I could talk to her before the ceremony,” I said looking down at my watch. There was an hour to go. “I want to straighten some things out. Wish her luck. That sort of thing.”

“That’s not a good idea,” Barbara said. “She’s conflicted with who should walk her down the aisle. She’s too emotional right now and nervous. I told her she made the right decision and that you’d understand.”

I didn’t want to cause any problems or grief, and I could see I wouldn’t get past the gatekeeper, so I shook my head and turned down the hall.

I walked inside the room where the priest was getting ready and talked with him for a few minutes before he left to make sure the altar servers knew what they had to do. He said I could stick it out here if I wanted to, so I took him up on his offer and sat down on his leather couch facing the window and watched people wearing suits and dresses stream into the church.

The door opened and closed behind me. Thinking I was talking to the priest, I stood up and said, “Do they have everything straight?”

“Straight?” Tracy asked.

“Oh. I thought you were the priest.”

She laughed. “That’ll be the day.”

Tracy took my place on the couch as I strolled over to the window with my earlier thoughts of incest. She spoke again, “The only Biblical story I know is Lott and his family.”

Lott and his family? I knew I should have gone to the bathroom and jerked off to relieve my desires. “Who was Lott?” I asked.

“Dad,” Tracy said, trying to shame me, “you have two daughters and you don’t know the story of Lott.”

I turned from the window and looked at my mischievously smiling daughter. “Tracy, the only bible I’ve read is the blues bible.”

“His wife turned in to a pillar of salt.” She tried to jar a memory that had never been learned. “They thought they were the only people left on the earth.” She had her feet propped up on the coffee table opposite the couch bending her knees as she swayed them back an forth, open and closed. Her dress started to inch up her legs revealing more of her nylon covered masterpieces. “Young women get horny.” The dress was above her knees, the sound of it swishing back and forth covering my increasing heart rate. She continued as I walked closer to that delicious smile I wanted to taste but knew I couldn’t bring myself to do so, “they get their father drunk and then have their way with him.”

My nineteen year old daughter was flirting with me. I’d seen enough groupies to know what flirting was, but the groupies were more direct. Everyone knew what everyone wanted. There was something hidden here, neither of us knew what was going to happen. I’m sure both of us thought it was all innocent. Nothing would come of this flirting. Nothing could come of it. It was wrong. We couldn’t let anything happen. Anything sexual.

She opened her legs wider, like an invitation to come enjoy. Her dress moved even higher and I caught a glimpse of her garter belt wrapped around her magnificent thighs. Tracy dropped her feet to the floor and I was afraid I had offended her, I had gone too far by lusting at her beautiful fit legs. Legs I desired to have wrapped around my body, running through my hands. But she was still smiling as I looked up, devilishly playing with my mind. She wanted me to sit on the table opposite her and I did so, not wanting to disappoint such a beautiful woman.

“Stay here,” she said.

I obeyed and put my face in my hands, pretending to be confounded by my lustful thoughts. I wanted the warmth of a woman, and I wanted to feel that warmth on my cock. I wanted her breasts in my hands, her legs rubbing mine. I desired for her attention and love. It was wrong, or so they say, to lust after the woman I wanted. But seeing her pumping legs, squeezing in and out, imagining it was her vagina squeezing my blood engorged penis, moaning with passion as I pumped in and out of her, I was sent over the edge.

My face in my hands, my mind running wild, I heard the curtains close behind me immediately followed by the locking door across the room. There had to be two people. kartal escort I looked up from my hands and saw the most beautiful bride to be in my life. The height of her sister, she had a similar pretty face and the same fit build. If it weren’t for her hair being blond, it’d be hard to tell them apart. I stood up, my cock was still hard, but was hidden by the tuxedo. Ashamed with my thoughts of Tracy, I approached Kelly in her short, sexy gown. “Baby, you look so beautiful,” I said. Kelly’s tan legs against the purity of the white dress almost made me explode in my pants.

My jacket was being taken off by someone behind me. I turned to see Tracy. The lustful desires returned. Kelly smiled at Tracy and seeing Kelly’s eyes, I knew my youngest daughter must be smiling too. I started to try and say something, but Kelly cut me off, “Daddy,” she said. “Sweet, gentle Daddy.”

She drew closer to me as I felt Tracy’s hands run down my arms then across my chest. I thought I was dreaming and I wanted to wake up so I could masturbate and get these thoughts out of my mind. But it wasn’t a dream.

“I know you feel like you’ve let us down. But, we know you tried your best. We know Mom isn’t the easiest to get along with.”

Tracy added in as she continued to stroke my chest, “We love you Dad. The times we spent together were precious.” Then she gently kissed my neck. Her gentle breath sending shivers down my body.

“In fact, it’s made us want you more,” Kelly said as she had completely closed the distance.

“This is my fantasy,” she said before lightly tasting my lips.

My hands went under the short wedding dress, gliding up both of her thighs. Her smooth flesh wore no nylons or garter belt. When my left hand reached her moist, trimmed pubic hair I knew she wanted to be fucked. My dick grew even harder with anticipation as Kelly’s passionate tongue became more aggressive and told me it was her father’s cock that she wanted in her cunt.

“Tell Dad how much you want him, Kelly.” Tracy had moved from behind me to behind Kelly. While I was rubbing Kelly’s thighs with one hand and teasing her pussy lips with the fingers of the other, Tracy was rubbing her sister’s breasts and kissing her on the neck and grabbing at her ear. Then I felt Tracy’s hand join mine in feeling her sister’s wet pussy.

“Ohh, yes, Daddy,” Kelly said. My pants were undone and my daughter had my cock in her hands. She wiped up some precum with a finger and sucked it into her mouth before pulling me back into a kiss. “I want you to fuck me, Daddy. Fuck this nasty little girl.”

Kelly’s hot pussy was the best thing my fingers have ever felt, and when she moved away, they were saddened. But she sat on the couch, knees bent and legs spread apart, like Tracy had done earlier. She pulled up her dress and I saw her sexy mound under her white wedding dress. Tracy used that opening to bend down and take my hard cock in her young mouth. I bent my head back and ran my fingers through her hair as she sucked my thick shaft. Through barely open eyes, I could see Kelly playing with her clit, licking up her juices.

Kelly couldn’t take anymore, and wasn’t sure how much more of her sister’s excellent sucking I could take, because she ordered me over to her. “Come fuck me, Daddy. I want your big cock in my hot pussy now. I want us to cum together.”

Tracy heard her sister’s moans and released me from her grasp, moving over to Kelly. My daughters started to kiss, Tracy giving her sibling a taste of what her pussy was about to experience.

I moved between Kelly’s thighs, sliding my hands over the most precious feeling flesh I could know, that of my daughter. “Ohh, baby. You’re so beautiful. Daddy can’t help himself. My cock is aching for you.” I admired her beauty and glory and moved my face to her wet pussy. Her juices were arousing and my tongue circled her lips, taking her love in.

“Ohh, Daddy,” she said as I inserted my tongue as deep as it would go, then brought it back out and tasted the surrounding flesh of her clit. “I want you to fuck me so bad.”

My cock couldn’t take anymore either. I had to feel my daughter’s heat surround my dick. I got up with anticipation of the wonderful feeling of a woman completely taking you in her life and saw Tracy sucking maltepe escort on her sister’s nipples. I held my cock up to Kelly’s steamy opening, feeling the blood pump underneath my fingers. I slowly slid it in a short distance, her heat was overwhelming as I pondered the consequence of this forbidden action. I wanted this young woman, my daughter.

Kelly wrapped her legs around my back, as if sensing my hesitation, and pulled my fully inside of her. “Fuck me, please. Ohh, god your big cock feels so good. Cum in me, Daddy. I want to feel your cum run down my legs when I say my vows.”

“Ohh, baby. Your pussy is so tight and hot on Daddy’s big dick. This is the best pussy I’ve ever had. Daddy wants to fuck his two daughters more than anything in this world.” I pumped lovingly, but the feeling grew too intense to control. “Tell me how you want your daddy, baby.”

“Ohh, god. I’m cumming Daddy. Cum with me too.” Her hips thrust her pussy deep onto my willing cock.

“Fuck your daughter harder,” Tracy commanded.

I looked up from my hazy lust to see my two girls tongue fuck each other’s mouths.

“Your pussy is so great on my hard cock, baby. Daddy’s going to cum. I love you baby.” With that, our two bodies erupted into an uncontrolled orgasm. Wave over wave I pumped my cum into my daughter, her pussy massaging every last drop out, legs squeezing my ass tight to her.

My penis softened inside of Kelly, and I gave her a loving kiss. “I love you, Kelly. I’ll do anything for you. Either of you girls.”

“That’s good,” Tracy said as she stepped out of her bridesmaid dress, her black bra and high heels she kept on, accenting her fit body. “Because I started to get jealous seeing your big cock in my sister’s pussy.” She took my position between her sister’s legs as I rolled off to the side.

My naughty girls began to kiss each other and I moved the table farther away so I could stand behind Tracy. Kelly unsnapped her sister’s bra which had a direct effect on my ever hardening cock, but it still wasn’t quite ready. My hands stroked Tracy’s hips as I rubbed my dick around her ass and between her legs. I felt her back up, so I gave her room as I realized she was going down on her sister. Kelly had her eyes closed, but I could see the pure pleasure on her face as her sister tasted the mixture of a daughter/father orgasm.

Tracy was ready to be fucked. She had spread her legs apart and with her high heels on and her head down on her sister, her ass was bucked up just perfect. I had to taste her first. So I got down on the floor between her legs, and lifting my head up, started to lick her sopping pussy. She aided me with a finger stroking her clit as I licked inside her lips.

Her moans sent me over the edge. Neither of us could take it anymore. I got up behind her with my hands wrapped around her hips, still bucked up and her legs farther apart, her tongue still pleasuring her sister even more. I looked down at her calves, propped up by the heels, and remembered her walking down the hall. Closing my eyes, I pulled us together, my fattened cock pressing deep in her hot, wet, pussy.

“Ohh, Tracy.” I groaned with each slow thrust. “Baby you’re so hot.” My hands stroked her moving hips and ass which met my thrusts. “Watching you eat your sister has Daddy ready to cum again.”

“Dad your big cock feels so good moving in and out. Slow it down so we can cum together.”

I abided by her wish. Moving with painfully slow motions when I wanted to thrust one last, deep time, I controlled myself to hold off. My balls ached to release, my cock growing fatter, I had to unleash this orgasm. The sight of my two daughters together with their father, the feeling of both wrapped around me, loving me, getting off on me, was more than I could control. My stomach started to tighten. “Baby, I’m cumming.” I felt my load well up inside of me preparing to explode with each thrust.

“Cum in me, Daddy. Mix with mine.”

I had waited long enough. My daughter’s contractions around my shaft exploded the cum from my cock. “Fuck,” I grunted as I continued to pump my girl, eyes closed to all the world.

Before the last load ended I felt someone grasp my arm. It was Kelly. She knelt down to her sister’s ass and pulled me out. Tracy turned around with an exhausted look on her face and smiled as her sister said, “I want to kiss my husband with the taste of the two people I cherish the most in my mouth. My sister and my loving father.”

With that, I closed my eyes and felt her soft, beautiful mouth massage the last ounce of cum out of me.

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A Father in Law’s Naughty Fantasy

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Unbeknownst to me at the time my son and his wife first moved in with me, my daughter-in-law and I already had something in common – an insatiable appetite for sex.

I had plenty of room in my spacious house since I’d gotten divorced from Dominic’s mother after catching her bouncing on our now-former gardener’s cock. In hindsight, I think my ex-wife and I shared equal fault for the marriage ending the way it did.

Though I have my own successful business and had been a workaholic throughout our marriage – which left little time or energy for sex once I’d come home – the suspicion that Tory was a slut from the time we’d dated in high school never escaped the back of my mind.

When I came home from a business trip and found Tory fucking Brad in our marriage bed, my suspicions of her sleeping around were finally confirmed. Brad was immediately fired and I filed for divorce the following day.

I couldn’t help but wonder exactly how long she’d been sleeping with the gardener – or a number of other men, for that matter – while I was at work or traveling.

Dominic had been in Europe as an exchange student at the time his mother and I were divorced. When he returned to the States after a year, he’d brought someone home with him – a young woman named Ileana.

She was a beautiful blonde with clear green eyes, a tight body with full breasts, and legs that seemed to go on forever. Ileana seemed a bit shy and spoke with an accent that both Dominic and I found quite sexy. It was easy to see why my son was attracted to her, and it appeared she adored him as well.

They got married not long after Dominic began working at my company and I let him and his new bride move in with me so they could save money to buy their own home. With both he and I gone during most of the daytime hours, Ileana was alone with the help.

My new gardener, Jim, was a dedicated hard worker in his early sixties who was more interested in keeping the grounds immaculate than having an affair with the current lady of the house.

Aside from Jim and different guys who came once a week from the pool maintenance company, the majority of my current small staff was female. There was no reason to worry about Ileana sleeping with the help as Tory had done…at least I thought at the time.

She and Dominic obviously had a very healthy sex life. Sounds of their bed creaking, its headboard banging against the adjoining wall, along with Dominic’s moaning and Ileana’s cries of ecstasy in her hot accent drifting from their bedroom while they made love were difficult to miss.

The sounds of my son and daughter-in-law going at it like wild animals every night and again in the morning before he went to work never failed to give me a hard-on. I’d stroke my cock, imagining I was in their bedroom with her.

Like many recently divorced men, I was horny more often than usual, and Ileana’s presence didn’t help matters. Since she was Dominic’s wife and therefore off-limits, I sought out women who resembled her for no-strings-attached sexual encounters.

If I couldn’t have Ileana, I settled for the second string in order to get off. Jerking off to fantasies of one’s stunning daughter-in-law only gets a man so far, after all.

Hearing her and Dominic fuck wasn’t the only time I dreamed about sex with Ileana. It seemed like I had a semi-permanent erection every time she was around, especially when she’d lay by the pool in one of her skimpy bikinis, or I’d see her erect nipples under the silk pajamas she loved to wear to bed – at least before she and Dominic engaged in another night of intense fucking.

One of my favorite fantasies was coming home for lunch and finding Ileana’s beautiful body stretched in her favorite chaise lounge, her bikini leaving little to the imagination. She’d spot me gazing at her from the doorway leading to the pool and beckon me to come closer.

We wouldn’t waste any time getting down to business, shedding our respective clothing before engaging in some petting pendik escort and making out. Ileana’s beautiful mouth would make its way down to my hard cock before she’d almost swallow its entire length, sucking me until I couldn’t take it any longer.

She’d then lay back on the chaise lounge, spread her legs, and guide my cock into her pink opening. I’d thrust it in, then all the way out until I was barely inside the lips of Ileana’s pussy, then slam it all the way inside and with long, hard strokes. We’d fuck on the chaise lounge for at least ten to fifteen minutes before we’d come together, Ileana begging me to shoot my load in her.

I never counted on having actual encounters with her and my fantasies about her would remain as such. Not only would Dominic killed me if he’d known I secretly viewed Ileana in a lustful manner, but also assumed she got more than plenty of sex from him, so there was no need for her to screw anyone else.

I couldn’t have been more wrong.

On the afternoon in question, I’d given my household staff the day off so they could have a head start on the upcoming holiday weekend. Someone from the pool cleaning company was supposed to come by to do ours for the week.

I’d left Dominic in charge and took off the rest of the afternoon. He wasn’t expected to come home until around five, so I figured once the pool man was gone, it would be just me and Ileana at home.

When I pulled my car into the driveway, I spotted a van from the pool company, but saw no one around our pool. I guessed he’d discovered some other problem and was working to correct it, which may explain why he was out of my view.

The first thing I heard after I entered the house was moaning and Ileana’s voice emerging from upstairs. My initial thought was perhaps she had some kind of accident and was hurt. I rushed upstairs and sprinted down the hallway toward the sound of her voice until it was totally audible.

Ileana was in the bedroom she shared with Dominic, but she wasn’t alone.

The pool man was on top of her. Ileana’s hands gripped his well-defined ass as he thrust in and out of her at a hard, steady pace.

“Fuck me! Please, baby, fuck me harder!” she cried.

“Oh, God, Mrs. H.,” he grunted, “I’m going to come!”

I stood by the ajar door totally stunned as the pool man withdrew his cock from her in one swift motion and violently jerked it. Soon, spurts of his seed landed on Ileana’s face and breasts before he was completely satisfied.

All I could think about while I watched another man come on her was my son having the same rotten luck I did – marrying a woman who turned out to be unfaithful.

I quietly ducked into my bedroom to avoid either of them spying me. I kept the door open a tiny crack and watched the pool man leave. Ileana, still naked and glistening with the remains of his semen, went into the bathroom.

As I heard the shower running, I wrestled with the dilemma of either keeping what I’d just witnessed to myself or telling my son the wife he adored so much had been fucking the pool man in their marriage bed while Dominic was at work.

By the time Ileana finished her shower, I had a better idea.

She emerged from the bathroom with a towel around her body. She was shocked once I’d stepped out of my room, but managed to regain her composure.

“You’re home early.”

“Yes,” I replied, giving no indication I’d witnessed her earlier indiscretion. “Dominic’s in charge until five. I wanted to come home and get a few things together for the holiday weekend.”

“Oh…well, you just missed the pool man.”

“Actually, I saw him leave. Did he get everything finished?”

“I think so, yes.”

It was time to confront her with what I knew. “Including giving you an orgasm or two?”

Ileana’s mouth dropped open and she gave me a stunned look. “What do you…”

“I saw you in a…compromising position, to say the least.”

“You watched us have sex?”

“I kartal escort stumbled across the two of you fucking right before he blew his load all over you. Had to take a shower to wash off the evidence of whoring around before your husband came home, huh?”

“It was just sex. It meant nothing. I love Dominic.”

“Then why screw another guy behind his back?”

Ileana explained that though Dominic was great in bed and gave her multiple orgasms, she had a strong sexual appetite that couldn’t be suppressed by just one man.

The pool man hadn’t been the only one she’d been with; since her marriage to my son, Ileana had been sleeping with six other men – five of them married – all she’d met through casual sexual encounter ads or in a hotel lounge she frequented when she’d gotten bored at home.

She also confessed that it hadn’t been unusual for her to have sex with two or three different guys in one day before she and Dominic made love that night.

My God, I thought, and I thought my ex-wife was a slut for banging our former gardener. Ileana’s sexual escapades could’ve put Tory’s to shame!

“I never figured you as the type to sleep around on my son,” I told her. “You’re lucky he wasn’t the one who came home and saw you in bed with the pool man. However, I’ve considered telling him what you did.”

“No, please…”

“Marriage is a contract,” I said sternly, “and spreading your legs for six or seven other men isn’t exactly living up to your end of it. What will your husband think when he finds out he’s married to a whore?”

Ileana became flustered from the thought of her carnal encounters with multiple partners being revealed to the person she claimed to love. “I won’t see them any more, I promise.”

“Really? You’re going to stop screwing around just like that when you said you needed sex almost all the time?”

“Yes. Yes!”

“Why should I believe a filthy slut like you?”

“You must! Is there something I can do to change your mind?”

I smirked and guided one of her soft hands to the bulge in my pants. “Perhaps you can.”

“You’re Dominic’s father. I cannot sleep with you.”

“Yet you slept with random strangers. If you wanted to be a fuck slut, all you had to do was come to me. You aren’t the only one who enjoys a lot of sex. Just think, baby; we can get off each other as often as we want, and you won’t have to worry about me saying a word to your husband about the other seven guys you screwed around with.”

“You say nothing at all?”

I placed her hand back on my engorged crotch. My cock was throbbing and aching to be freed. “Almost as if I never saw you in bed with the pool man.”

She dropped the towel that still covered her body. “All right.”

“Let’s go in my bedroom,” I said. “I could use a good blow job right about now.”

In the bedroom, Ileana kneeled in front of me and unzipped my pants while I removed my shirt. She brushed her fingers up and down my legs, over my balls, and stroked my cock for several minutes before I pushed her head toward my crotch.

“Suck me now, you slut!” I ordered.

Ileana licked my shaft and around the head, then gradually inhaled my hard member inch by inch until it was almost in her throat while continuing to caress my balls and inner thighs.

“God, you are one hot cock sucker! Oh, baby, I’ve always dreamed about your beautiful lips wrapped around my cock. Come on…suck me the same way you did all those other guys.”

I briefly glanced down at her bobbing flaxen head. I was surprised Ileana didn’t gag while she performed what was perhaps the best deep throat I’d ever gotten. There was no question her mouth knew its way around a dick…or seven.

I withdrew from her mouth, stepped out of the pants bunched at my feet, and kicked them aside. “Bend over on that dresser.”

I positioned myself behind her and watched my cock disappear into my equally horny daughter-in-law. I started picking up the speed of my thrusts maltepe escort and let out a series of grunts as I fucked Ileana from behind.

“Oh, yes!” she cried. “Fuck me harder!”

“Is this how you did it with all those other guys?” I growled in her ear. “Does it feel as good with me as it did with them? Did all those strange cocks get you off like this, baby? You like being my dirty little slut?”

“Yes…yes…I love it…love it…”

“God, Ileana, you’re a much better fuck than I ever imagined! I’ve dreamed about us doing this since you and Dominic moved in.”

“Don’t stop…please…”

“There’s more where this is coming from, baby,” I said as I pulled out of her. “Lay on the bed and spread your legs.”

Ileana complied with my order, her eyes filled with lust as she opened her legs as wide as she could for me. I slid my cock back inside her and resumed my thrusting. Her hips bucked up and joined mine.

She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me forward, causing my shaft to push deeper inside. Our groans, sighs and yelps were in sync as we continued to fuck for several more minutes.

Not letting her pussy slide off my cock, Ileana rolled me over and began riding me with a vengeance, her enormous breasts bouncing as she impaled herself on me over and over.

“Did you fuck the pool man like this?” I asked while raising my hips to plunge even further inside her. “I bet he enjoyed having your little pussy ride his cock, didn’t he?” I ran my hands over her tits and pinched their nipples. “That’s it, baby; ride my dick like the filthy slut you are!”

“Fuck, I’m going to come!” she gasped.

Ileana squealed with orgasm while she continued to fuck me. She reached one hand between her legs and began to rub her clit to intensify her climax even more, and the sight of her coming drove me wild.

After several more minutes, I again withdrew and turned her over until she was face down on the bed with her ass perched up toward me. I pushed back inside and began pounding her doggie style. I pulled out of her pussy a few times, only to have her place my cock back inside. I picked up the pace as she begged for more.

I soon heard Ileana scream into the pillow. She had hit another orgasm.

Hearing her come, I fucked her with fury. After a few more quick, hard thrusts, I turned her over to face me and entered her one last time.

The pace of my thrusts were slower; I knew it wouldn’t be much longer before I was ready to come. I wanted the moment with my highly sexual daughter-in-law to last a little longer.

“Oh, my little slut, you’re so good…you’re so good…” I growled.

The sight of her tits bouncing with every thrust I made sent me over the edge. When I could no longer hold back my oncoming climax, I once again fucked her with strong, hard strokes.

“Ileana…Ileana…I’m going to come!”

“Yes!” she hissed. “I want you to come in me. Please, baby, come in me.”

It was almost like my favorite fantasy, only we were having sex in my bed instead of by the pool. I happily complied and released sperm deep into her pussy until my cock was totally drained.

“Oh my God,” Ileana breathed once we’d finished. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you,” I replied. “You just made one of my greatest fantasies come true.”

“Are you sure Dominic will never know what I’ve done with those other men?”

“As far as I’m concerned, I never heard about you sleeping with any of them.”

She leaned over and kissed me. “I am grateful.”

“There’s only one more thing I’d like for you to do one day, though.”

“What is that?”

Ileana’s eyes lit up when I told her my favorite ongoing fantasy about us having sex in her favorite chaise lounge by the pool.

“We can do it when you come home for lunch on Monday and no one’s around,” she said. “I love trying new things.”

“Looking forward to it, baby.”

She got out of bed. “I really meant it when I said I’d give up those other men. After today, you and Dominic will be all I need to keep me satisfied.”

“I’m glad. Just remember, any time you get horny, you know where I am.”

“Of course.”

I patted her ass. “Now go get cleaned up and put on something sexy. Your husband is going to be home in about an hour.”

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I loved my parents very much, especially my mother. I had to come home and help her out when my father passed away last month. I left school in California and transferred my credits to the university here in town where I grew up. I will attend in the fall and finish my final year, but for now I need to focus on family matters, taking care of things around the house.

Being away from home was at first a necessity. During my teenage years I developed a perverse sexual desire for my mother. It began by taking my mother’s worn panties out of the laundry room and sneaking them into my bed where I would sniff them and rub them on my cock when I masturbated.

My mother was clearly a sexual being, and still is, which is why I needed to keep my distance from her. She would sun bathe nude along with my sister, Patti, outside by our pool. The desert southwest has a long season to sun bathe so this was not just a short seasonal temptation. My mother and sister were endowed with the most beautiful large breasts and perfectly rounded asses. They had no idea how they aroused me sexually, especially my mother.

When I first left home for college I was relieved that my mother was no longer a daily visual. I tried to have normal relationships. I met a girl, Candi, the first month away and she took my virginity. It was an amazing experience which I thought would cure me of my incestuous desires. Subliminally, however, no matter how great the sex was, it still was not as good as I had imagined it with my mother.

I had several relationships through my first years in college. The last one, Cindy, I thought was going to be the one for life. I even brought her home last Christmas holiday. My parents adored her. When we had sex in my childhood bed I found it difficult to be present, my mind imagining I am fucking my mother. Cindy was very intuitive, she sensed I wasn’t with her and probably never would be, so we broke it off. Our conversation when we returned to California was awkward.

“So, who were you fucking there?” Cindy asked concerned. “It certainly wasn’t me,” she said.

“I can’t tell you,” I responded feeling ashamed that I was fantasizing about my mother when I was pounding my cock into Cindy.

“Yes you can,” she insisted. “You have to face it and be honest with me or we’re not going to have much of a future.”

We didn’t have a future. Two weeks after we returned to school, I got the call that my father had been killed in a car accident on his morning commute. I packed up my belongings and headed back home. Now it is late March with temperatures in the eighties and I have to face my unabashed mother and sister sunbathing nude by the pool.

I brought my mother and sister a fresh Margarita and tried to hurry back in the house, go to my room and rub one off, but I couldn’t escape fast enough.

“Why don’t you join us?” my mother invited. “But don’t be like us and go all the way au naturel,” she joked. “You wouldn’t want to get sunburned in certain places.”

It would have been awkward to say no so I went inside and put on a loose pair of swim trunks and grabbed myself a Margarita.

“So what happened to that nice girl, Cindy” my sister, Patti, asked. “You two sounded like you were really getting it on over the holidays,”

“Really?” chimed in my mother. “That’s what’s wrong with the split floor plans. I guess I miss out on all the children’s escapades.”

I just looked at them not knowing what to answer.

“My little brother was giving it to her good by the way she was moaning and screaming,” Patti said to our mother. Both my mother and sister were not embarrassed or shy about sex just as they weren’t about sunbathing nude in front of me.

“So what caused you to break up with Cindy?” my mother asked me earnestly. “We all liked her very much and you both seemed like a good couple.”

“It was my fault,” I confessed. “I wasn’t honest with her. It wasn’t going to work out in the long run without honesty,” I concluded.

“Did you cheat on her?” Patti asked sounding thrilled she was going to hear a juicy story.

“In a way yes,” I replied. “Not physically with someone else but mentally,” I explained.

“So you’re banging this really nice girl, who has a pretty nice ass by the way, and you’re fantasizing you’re with someone else?” Patti summed up.

“Women can tell that. We’re pretty intuitive about those things,” my mother said.

“Who was the hot girl of your dreams?” my sister asked.

“I can’t say,” I replied. My mother than gave me a seductive smile almost like she knew. Maybe she did know. Women are intuitive and maybe she knew I lusted after her all these years. My cock was twitching and getting hard at the thought of my mother secretly knowing my desire for her.

That’s when I decided I needed to get in the pool to cool off. The sight of my mother’s luscious breasts and sweet pussy was too much kartal escort for me at the moment. Patti jumped in the pool to tease me further.

“All this talk about sex with hot naked women got you aroused I see,” Patti said as she approached me rubbing my swollen cock through the wet material. “Mom, do you think we need to do something special for Jimmy for his birthday in a couple of days?”

“What did you have in mind, Patti?” my mother asked her.

“I know this woman at work who, how shall I say it, does a little side on the side as a sex worker,” Patti explained. “I mean, she’s not like a street hooker. More like an escort and she’s very picky about her clientele so she’ll be safe,” my sister said.

I was starting to feel embarrassed which definitely helped my arousal situation. Here is my sister talking to my mother about getting me a hooker.

“I’ll give her a call. She doesn’t work on Mondays so she should be free. She can come over here and you two can have the house to yourself, even fuck here in the pool,” Patti offered.

“Wait a minute. What makes you think I would want that?” I insisted.

“Because you’re a young man with a hard penis that hasn’t had sex in a while,” my mother answered.

“I’m not sure about this,” I kept on insisting.

“You can close your eyes and imagine her to be anyone you want her to be,” my sister added.

Later that evening at the dinner table Patti confirmed the plans on having her friend come over on Monday to take care of me. Although my birthday wasn’t until Wednesday, April third, Monday, April first seemed a good time because my mother and sister were both at work and I would be alone all day.

“Julie can be here around ten Monday morning,” Patti said while we were eating. “I told her about you having secret fantasies with a secret lover and she says she knows exactly what to do,” she further explained.

“How much does she charge?” my mother asked.

“She says this one sounds like so much fun and because she’s my friend, it’s on her,” Patti replied. “It isn’t going to be a quickie either, she has a fantastic sounding plan.”

*************

Monday morning I was a nervous and apprehensive. I jerked one off in the morning before getting out of bed so I wouldn’t cum quickly later in the morning. I thought about eating my mother’s pussy and then fucking her silly.

I got out of bed, threw on some shorts and made my way to the kitchen where my mother and sister were already eating yogurt and drinking coffee.

“You look a little nervous,” Patti commented.

“Listen, Jimmy, this is going to be good for you. You sacrificed a lot coming back home and helping me out,” my mother said. “You deserve a little fun and release,” she added.

“Wish we could video it,” Patti chimed in. “I’d love to see you doing it with that gorgeous cock of yours,” she said.

I looked at my sister astonished that she thought my cock gorgeous.

“I’ve seen it hard,” Patti explained. “Even when you were younger I used to secretly peek in on you when you were masturbating.”

“Thank you, mom and sis. I appreciate how you look after me,” I said.

My mother and sister left for work around eight-thirty and it would be another hour and a half or so before Julie would arrive. I showered and shaved, even down below. Cindy was the one who started having me shave my pubic hair. She didn’t like hairs in her mouth when she would take me all the way to my balls. I just wore a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.

Ten o’clock the doorbell rang. I opened the door to see this beautiful African American woman waiting for me to invite her in.

“Hi. My name is Julie,” she said with a hint of seduction.

“Jimmy,” I said extending my hand for a handshake. “Come on in.”

I led Julie into the living room and offered her a seat.

“First, I need to put some things in your mother’s bedroom,” Julie said showing me her bag. I looked at her a little puzzled. I guess she sensed my confusion. “Oh,” she explained, “Patti told me your mom made her bed up special with silk sheets for us today. Patti insisted we use your mom’s bed.” I still didn’t understand but I pointed her in the right direction.

Julie came back just a minute later and I offered her a cup of coffee and a seat on the sofa.

“No coffee,” Julie responded. “Do you have some wine?” she asked. “I know it’s early but you look like you could use a little to calm your nerves,” she said to me.

‘Did my nervousness really show that badly?’ I thought. I went in the kitchen and poured us each a glass of wine and returned to the living room. Julie had stripped down to a red lace bra and panties, thigh high stockings and stilettos.

“Sit down next to me,” she told me with a sexy tone of voice. I did and she took the glass of wine in one hand and rubbed my crotch with the other. At least my cock got over being nervous.

“I worked as an erotic dancer for a while during bostancı escort college,” Julie told me. “Would you like a lap dance to get warmed up?” she asked. I took a gulp of wine and nodded yes.

“Great,” she said seductively. “Let’s find some sexy music.”

I turned on the TV and went to the cable music channels. Julie said she liked the R&B channel that played some of the older songs. I was settled in on the sofa when Julie started dancing in front of me, leaning over and blowing in my ear and kissing my neck.

She removed her bra and revealed her firm perky tits with large dark brown areolas and large protruding nipples which she rubbed across my face. Julie took hold of the bottom of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head. Her firm breasts and hard nipples felt wonderful as she rubbed them against my bare chest.

Julie stood up and turned around and wiggled her firm butt in my face. She then slowly pulled her red lace panties down. When she bent over to remove the panties from around her heels, her dark framed pink pussy stared directly at me.

She turned around and knelt in front of me tugging at my shorts. She pulled them down and my hard throbbing cock sprang loose.

“Oh my, that’s a nice beautiful cock you have,” she cooed. She grabbed a hold of it and examined it. Then she sat down on my lap, straddling me, her wet pussy pushed against my hard shaft.

“How nice is that going to feel in my pussy?” Julie whispered in my ear. “But I hear you want that beautiful cock of yours inside another a woman’s pussy,” she continued to whisper. “You want to fuck another woman, don’t you?” she asked.

“Uh, I have my fantasies,” I replied as she started stroking me lightly

“And I’m here to make your fantasies come true,” she said to me. “Tell me, who do you want to fuck more than anyone else in the world?”

“I,” I hesitated. I was so seduced by her I told Julie my inner secret. “My mother. I want to make love to my mother,” I confessed.

Julie stood up and grabbed my hand. “Come with me,” she said.

We entered my mother’s bedroom where there were candles lit reminding me of my mother’s favorite scent. On the bed were the purple silk sheets I remember seeing from my teenage years when I would sometimes sneak into my parents bedroom to find my mother’s worn panties in her laundry basket.

“Just lie down on the bed,” Julie said to me. I did and watched her pull something out of her bag. It was a blindfold and a black scarf.

“I’m going to make sure you can’t see anything,” she said first wrapping the scarf around my head, covering my eyes. Then she placed the blindfold on me securing the scarf in place.

“Can you see any light?” Julie asked.

“No. It’s total darkness,” I answered.

“Then get lost in your mind,” she whispered up close to me. “Make love to your mother.”

I laid there still for a moment. Then I felt a warm mouth on my cock. A tongue was licking my ball sack. The sensation was amazing. This mouth was savoring my cock, sucking lightly, licking up and down my shaft.

“Mmmm,” I heard between the sounds of slurping and sucking. It sounded much like my mother enjoying a good meal.

“Oh yes,” I moaned. I was lost in my mind. “Mom you suck me so nice,” I said feeling an enjoyment I never experienced. She was pinching my nipples as

The sucking stopped and I felt movement on the bed. Suddenly I felt the head of my cock against the moist flesh of a woman’s opening. Slowly I felt my cock being consumed in a wet slippery cunt. And then she started moving up and down on me.

All I could picture was my mother’s large tits bouncing up and down as she rode my cock. I reached to grab a hold of one. A thought flashed across my mind. The breast felt soft and large, not the perky firm one I felt earlier in the sofa.

“Oh god.” All I could hear was my mother crying out as I could feel her cum, bathing my cock, her fluid gushing out coating my balls.

My cock was sliding in and out as she rocked back and forth. I could feel her heavy tits slapping my chest. I wanted to look into my mother’s eyes. I reached around and grabbed her soft butt cheeks, helping her.

“Oh god, Jimmy,” my mother screamed as her pussy clenched my cock with her orgasm.

“Oh fuck, mom,” I cried out as I felt my orgasm building. “I’m going to cum,” I warned,

“Cum in me Jimmy,” my mother’s voice called out. “I want to feel you cum in my pussy,” she cried.

“Ahhh. Fuck,” I moaned as I felt my spunk shot out, thrusting my hips up, pumping my seed deep into her. She collapsed on me. I could feel mother’s warm breath still panting against my neck.

“I love you Jimmy,” my mother said. Startled I felt a pair of hands lifting up my head and removing the blindfold and scarf.

I opened my eyes and stared into my sister’s. My mother was lying on top of me. I could feel her heart beating against mine.

“That was hot Jimmy,” Patti said. I looked maltepe escort at her still not believing I wasn’t still dreaming. “I got it all on video,” my sister said.

My mother picked herself up and we made eye contact. I didn’t know what to say.

“We’ve both wanted it for a long time,” my mother said to me. We embraced and kissed like long time lovers. Our sweaty skin touching, rubbing against each other’s. The feeling was wonderful and I wanted it to last forever.

Mom and I laid in bed for a while, smiling, gently kissing each other. Then she got up. “Come on,” she said to me. “Let’s get cleaned up and make some lunch.”

My mother led me into the shower. She poured some body wash on my hand and placed it on her right breast. “Don’t be shy. These titties are yours now,” she said smiling. I enjoyed them and her wonderful round butt while we showered.

I wrapped the towel around my waist and went into the living room to retrieve my shorts and t-shirt. Patti had the video of mom and I playing on the TV. Patti put it back to the beginning so I could see the whole thing. It started when mom came in the bedroom and Julie spread my legs apart to give my mother access to my cock. I saw Julie leave and then the focus was on my mother’s masterful blow job.

“Come on you guys,” my mother called out to Patti and me. “Lunch is ready.”

We sat around the kitchen table eating sandwiches. I enjoyed a beer while my mother and Patti drank wine.

“So, how did you like your birthday present little brother?” my sister asked. My mother looked at me and smiled.

“Best one I ever had,” I answered.

“And I hope you’re okay if it’s a gift that keeps on giving,” my mother said to me.

“Oh god, yes,” I replied hoping it was not just a onetime thing.

“With your father gone, I yearn for a man in my bed,” my mother said. “Will you sleep with me from now on?” she asked.

“Hey. Wait a minute,” Patti interjected. “You said we could share.”

“That’s up to your brother,” my mother responded. I didn’t realize that the both of them had desires on me. I never looked at my sister who was a year older in the same sexual way I yearned for my mother.

“These are just as nice,” Patti said pulling up her tank top and flashing me with her tits. They were nice and firmer than mom’s. Then Patti stood up and pulled down her shorts exposing her pussy. “And you won’t taste anything sweeter than this,” she said rubbing her vulva.

I stared at her. It looked almost as if her eyes were pleading for me to want her as badly as I wanted our mother.

“Why don’t you two go back to my bedroom while I clean up here,” mom said to us.

Patti shed her clothes in the kitchen and she practically ripped mine off when we got to the bedroom. My mind wasn’t sure how it felt about my sister but my cock was. It was hard and throbbing as I looked at my sister’s glistening wet pussy.

“Come and feast on it,” Patti invited me. “I know you like pussy and Cindy told me you’re the best pussy eater she ever had,” she insisted.

I started licking around my sister’s swollen vulva. She was right. She is very sweet. I parted her lips and thrust my tongue in to get a better taste of her juices. The I uncovered her clit which was already swollen and protruding. My tongue played with her clit until I could sense her orgasm coming.

“Keep going Jimmy,” my sister cried out. I did. I rubbed her clit furiously with my finger. She gushed her sweet cum all over my face.

“Ok. Ok,”Patti cried. “It’s sensitive now. Just fuck me please,” she pleaded.

I lined my cock up with her sopping wet pussy and pushed in. She was very tight. She moaned as I stretched her.

“Oh fuck, Jimmy,” my sister cried out. “You fill me up so nice,” she said while I started at a slow pace. Mom had come into the bedroom now and was sitting on the edge. She reached over and started rubbing her daughter’s clit while I pounded my sister’s pussy with increasingly harder thrusts.

Patti’s body shook with another orgasm. I slowed down to let her recover before flipping her over and entering her from behind. I enjoyed her tightness. My hips slapped against her butt cheeks as I fucked her, penetrating deep inside.

“Ooooo,” Patti moaned loudly. I could tell she orgasmed again as she forcefully pushed back on me. I held on to her hips and started quickly pumping my cock in her so I could finish.

“Fuck yea,” I yelled as I pumped my cum in my sister with four forceful thrusts. I left my cock in her while she kept pushing back, grinding her ass into my hips. Her vaginal muscles squeezed on my cock as it started to deflate. Eventually she pushed me out.

“You’re the best Jimmy,” Patti said while still trying to catch her breath.

I laid down beside my sister and my mother cleaned our mixture of cum off my cock with her tongue. The day before my birthday, April first, I’m in my mother’s bed, having been fooled into what I desired the most in life and then experiencing my sister’s incredible tight pussy.

My mother was gently playing with my cock with one hand and rubbing my sister’s butt with her other one. I wondered what was going through her mind as she silently smiled.

“This is nice we can do this as a family,” my mother finally spoke. I couldn’t agree more.

The end.

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