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Hayden had always figured herself to be normal. A normal eighteen year old girl in her second to last highschool year. She would’ve been a senior if her mom wasn’t so overbearing and a butthole who made her stay back a year because she didn’t make any friends apparently. But then she wouldn’t have met her bestest friend in the world Jonah so it was all okay to her.

“Hayden hurry up. You’ll miss the bus.” Her mom shouted from downstairs as Hayden was brushing her teeth.

“I’m coming.” She shouted back before spitting out the foamy toothpaste and rinsing out her mouth. She looked in the mirror before sighing gently. Her hair had a wavy curl that laid on her shoulders beautifully. It was dark brown although she wanted to dye it. Her mother scolded her and said no immediately once she brought it up. Her eyes were brown as well, just like her fathers, that’s what her mom would say. Her lips were full and a bit plump and her cheeks were a bit chubby. Jonah had always commented on her chubby cheeks.

“Hayden.” Her mother shouted once more and Hayden scowled grabbing her bag and running down the stairs.

“Alright alright I’m here.” She said to her mother and slipped on her shoes. “I’m leaving.” She opened the door and left closing it behind her then walked down the steps. She slipped on her ear buds as she walked to the bus stop seeing people already there. She would’ve been pissed if she missed the bus. She felt a tap on her shoulder and turned to see no one there. She turned the other way and there was her best friend Jonah. “Jonah don’t scare me like that.” She shoved him playfully and he laughed as the bus came and the two headed off to school.

Once arrived to school Hayden couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. She looked around in a confused manner before her eyes landed on these two guys. Their eyes were glued onto her but not in a creepy way. But a protective way and it made her feel extremely uneased. “Hayden, what do you think?” Jonah asked and Hayden blinked looking up at Jonah before looking over behind him and the two guys just vanished “Homecoming is this friday. Do you want to come with me?” He asked nervously and Hayden looked surprised.

“Oh-” she blushed deeply smiling a bit nervously as the morning bell rang for you to get to class. “Oh.. Yeah sure.” She smiled at him and he smiled back widely as the two walked back to class. Throughout the day, Hayden had a massive headache. And she kept seeing those two guys everywhere she went. It was weird and almost as if they were watching her just in case there was any danger. Maybe her mom put them up to this stupidity. She was eighteen now, this was becoming too much.

It was an extremely long day at school and all Hayden wanted to do was go home and go to sleep. She got off tbus and Jonah had walked her to her house. “Thanks Jonah.” She smiled and made her way inside seeing her mom sitting on the couch with a worried expression on her face. She’s never seen her mom look this worried before so something must’ve been up. Plus it looked like her hair was turning grey with stress.

“Are you okay mom?” She asked gently and her mom looked up before giving a soft smile.

“No.” She said weakly then cleared her throat. “No of course not. I was just waiting for you to come home so I can go run some errands really quickly.” She smiled reassuringly but that didn’t make her feel any kind of reassurance. “Anyways, how was your day?” She asked as Hayden went to the kitchen to get something to drink.

“Weird…” Hayden replied “These guys were following and watching me as if they were protecting me from something. I’ve never seen it before.” She mumbled gently “Then my head was aching like crazy.” She grumbled and Hayden saw her moms face fell immediately.

“Watching?” She asked and Hayden nodded a bit. Her mom looked even more worried as she went mersin escort to the window and peeked out seeing the two guys standing out there. She looked at Hayden with a worried expression “I will be right back and whatever you do. You do not open that door okay?” She said and Hayden nodded worryingly. “Not even for me.”

“Mom what’s going on?” She asked starting to feel scared.

“Your father is back. He must’ve found us.” Her mom explained

“But you said we were far away that he would never find us.” She immediately felt even more terrified. Her mom had never said anything good about her father. From what she heard, her father was anything but good, he tortured her and her mother until Hayden turned two. He constantly lost his temper with her mother and locked them up somewhere. Her mom had grabbed Hayden and ran away but that’s all she knew.

The house began to shake and the lights flickered. Suddenly there was a portal in their living room causing Hayden to gasp. The house continued to shake before people dressed up royally came out of the portal with a serious face. Hayden looked around in fear planning to run. “Don’t even think about it missy” someone came from behind her and gripped her arms tightly. She screeched as she tried to squirm out of the guys grip. Her mom was no longer anywhere to be found. She was frightened and had no idea what was going to happen next. Suddenly, a tall man with perfect soft skin with green eyes and brown hair with stubble on his face as if he was trying to grow a beard.

Hayden tried to get out of the other guy’s grip while she couldn’t take her eyes off of this one in front of her. He frowned seeing the terrified look on her face “I did not say to make her feel like a hostage. I said to protect her.” The man growled. He had this subtle english accent with his tone. It took Hayden back a bit

“B-but your majesty, you said to make sure she doesn’t go anywhere.” He said and the guy rolled his eyes.

“But I also said not to scare the damn child. Let go of her.” He said and the guy let go. Hayden looked at him. “Hayden.” He whispered smiling “I’ve been trying to find you for years.” She glared and grabbed a pair of scissors on the side of her bag putting it up near his throat. The guards jump to this random mans defense but he calmed them down.

“Who are you?! What have you done with my mom?!” She shouted at him pressing the sharp blade against his throat. “Answer me or so god be I’ll-“

“You already know who I am. If your mom took you, I’m sure she’s said some pretty crappy bullshit about me.” He said rather calmly. Hayden stared at him in confusion. Then it hit her, the stranger was her evil father.

“You’re the man who tortured and abused my mom and never gave a shit about me.” She said and he looked bewildered before having an amused look on his face. She frowned at him as he started to laugh a bit. “Whats so funny?” She asked him.

“Ofcourse she’d pull that card to keep you from me.” He shook his head and Hayden was confused again “I guess it would’ve worked. Except I am sure that you would’ve killed me by now.” He said and Hayden felt a pang of guilt hit her but she didn’t move an inch. “If I didn’t care about you, why would I come all the from another universe to find you?” He asked “Now your mother, I could care less about that woman but harming you? Never.” He said to her.

Hayden frowned again feeling her heart fluster just a bit. Why was she getting flustered? “Awe baby, you’re blushing.” He smiled “Its been so long since I seen you blush.” He held her and Hayden drop the scissors feeling his hand skim just above her waist. He placed his cold hands on her skin. He smirked at her as she let out a sharp and small gasp.

“W-what are you doing?” She asked him and he hummed gently.

“Its obvious.” He moved mersin escort bayan his hands from her waist and up to her head touching the temple part. “She put a block in that pretty little head of yours and filled you with lies.” He grumbled the last part bitterly. Hayden just blinked “I need to get rid of that block. But that’s only if you want to know the truth.” He said honestly. Curiosity peaked in her mind. But that was not the only thing that went through her mind. He was so close to her and honestly the thought of him kissing her turned her on.

But Hayden knew it was wrong, he was her father. But damn, was this guy hot. “What are you thinking right now Hayden?” He leaned down and whispered gently in her ear. Why was this turning her on so much? She felt his hands slowly make their way down to her breast and he groaned gently. She bit her lip when he groped them casually. She gasped and he smirked pulling away looking at her.

“I-” she frowned “I don’t even know you and yet-” he shushed her pressing his finger against her lips.

“Gosh what did that witch put your poor mind through?” He asked her giving her a smile with his sharp k9 tooth showing. She felt her heart skipped a beat.

“Your majesty we need to get back to our home world. The portal is still unstable.” One of the guards said and her father sighed as he pressed his forehead against hers.

“So much I want to do. Such little time.” He said softly with his eyes closed. “Well.” He pulled away causing Hayden to tear up. “I need to go back. Are you willing to come with me?” He asked.

“This is my home.” Hayden said glaring now. “You took my mom. I can’t leave my home.” She whispered and he sighed frowning. He couldn’t leave her here not by herself no. But who knows when that portal will be fixed again.

“Hayden. Do you trust me?” He asked her.

“I don’t know.” She mumbled gently, she didn’t know and when she thought about it, it was like she couldn’t tell if she could or not. But she felt like she could. But on the other hand, with what her mom said, what if he’s as bad as her mom had said.

“Do you feel like you can?” He asked her and she sighed gently “Hayden, if you want to remember, you’ll need to trust me.” He whispered “Because once that portal closes I won’t be able to see you for lord knows how long.” He said. She felt uneased as he held his hand out for her to grab. Should she trust him? Everything but her mind is telling her to trust him. But what if her mom was right? Then she just walked herself into the arms of an abuser.

“Your majesty.” The guard said causing Hayden to jump out of her thoughts. Her father was still looking at her with his hand out. His eyes looked like he was practically pleading for her to come with him.

“Will it be able to open again? So I can visit my friend?” She asked and he let out a sigh of relief.

“I will fix it yes.” He said and she bit her lip before grabbing his hand and he smiled looking at her.

“I don’t trust your intentions yet father.” She mumbled and he smirked at her playfully before going through the portal and reaching the other side with her still holding his hand. She looked in awe at such a beautiful palace. “Wow… it’s so… Big.” She said then looked at her father who looked proud. “Are you overcompensating for something?” She gasped realizing what kind of question she just asked the king.. And her father. He scowled as the maids and guards held back a laugh and snort.

“Watch it.” He scowled and she giggled gently. “Alright enough standing around everyone back to work.” They all left clearing out the room. He looked down at Hayden who blushed. The two were alone now. The king could do whatever he wanted to her. And quite frankly, Hayden doesn’t think she would really mind if he did. It made her feel confused for a moment. escort mersin The two stood in the throne room in silence. It wasn’t awkward, well for Hayden it wasn’t awkward seeing as she was just thinking.

“So Hayden,” the king sat in his throne looking at the girl who snapped out of her thoughts again. He looked very sexy sitting there. He also looked eager for her to sit in his lap as he pat it ever so casually. “What are you thinking right now?” He asked. Something in the tone of his voice deepened. It was low and seductive and made Hayden want to scream. See, Hayden has never felt herself being so horny for someone before. Not even her friend who was quite attractive. But the king, well, her father, was something different.

Like a naughty thing that is so wrong but she knew would feel so right. He grabbed her hand and pulled her up into his lap causing the girl to squeal as she straddled him. Very unfortunate that she hadn’t changed out of her school uniform so she was in a tan skirt. “Hayden, I missed you.” He whispered pressing his forehead against hers. “Everything about you.” His hands trailed down her sides once more as they did earlier causing her skin to prickle with goosebumps. “And the things I want to do. But it’s too soon.” He whispered “let’s start slow yeah?” He smirked as his hands went under her shirt and her groped her breast once again.

Hayden whimpered and gasped gently as he lifted her shirt and pulled down her bra. He groaned seeing her nipples perk up responding to him immediately. “W-what are you doing?” She asked as he pinched both of her nipples and tugged them gently causing Hayden to squeal and squirm under him.

“Opening that block.” He whispered darkly and leaned down taking one of her nipples into his mouth flicking his tongue against it and then biting down gently. Hayden couldn’t help but let out a moan. Her body was so responsive to this man as if it knew everything about him. “Don’t worry I won’t rush you into anything too serious.” He smirked and kissed her other nipple then sucked on it. Hayden could feel her dad’s bulge under her. It felt so big and he hummed. “You feel that princess? Daddy is waking up for you.” He said tauntingly “Daddy hasn’t seen his tight little princess in months.” He pouted teasingly as he rocked her hips against his. Her clit rubbing against the fabric of her cotton panties as she felt the bulge twitch under her. “You’re imagining it aren’t you? You always imagined daddy pounding that tight pussy.” He growled and Hayden moaned as he moved her hips faster. She couldn’t help it now, imagining him pounding into her like no tomorrow as she calls his name out.

“Naughty little girl.” He growled before finally kissing her deeply. Haydens hands found their way through his hair grip it as they kissed and she willingly rocked her hips faster “say it.” He growled against her lips “say you missed daddy’s big cock.” He moaned “Say it.”

“I did. I missed daddys big cock.” She whined under him and smirked, Haydens eyes widened, how could she say something so easily. But she did deep down. She felt as if she did miss him inside her. That caused alot more sensitivity and pleasure when he kissed her again and picked her up and pushing her against the wall. She heard something unzip and she could feel his cock against her pussy. He groaned feeling her soaking wet panties as he thrusted up dry humping her and rubbing against her clothed clit. She gasped and moaned out as he smiled going faster. She wrapped her legs around his waist as the two moaned together in bliss and pleasure. “C-cumming.” She moaned out throwing her head back.

Just before she reached her peak he pulled away. “N-noo.” She whined. He had teased her. Her father smirked playfully as he put his cock away. “Punishment for leaving me.” He said and gave her a swift kiss before leaving the throne room. Hayden was still panting, her hair was wild a bit and her clit was throbbing to be touched and to come. But she didn’t touch herself as she usually would. She felt like she knew better than that. However a part of her could remember him doing this to her before. Maybe the block is unlocking.

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They were home for a week now. Willa went out to the movies with her friends. Frank went into his room and found the jewelry box, he took everything out and turn it over looking for the hidden bottom. He push and pull and couldn’t find it. Opening the lid he look inside, and was getting ready to close it when he notice a little flower that was different from the rest. he pulled on it and the bottom pop up, and there were the papers Mary said would be there. Pulling the papers out, he sat back reading them. Mary had purchase a piece of land with a house in a small town, someplace called Billspluff. There was a picture of the house, and some maps. He found the letter too.

Reading the letter he found out that she had fix it so they could married if them wanted. And also Mary had left a caretaker to keep the place up, if they wanted to move. Frank smile, his wife had thought of everything. He wondered if Willa was carrying his babies like Mary said. He didn’t really want to move, he love his work and he wasn’t sure if Willa would want to leave all her friends behind.

Willa didn’t want to go out with her friends, but she didn’t want to hurt they’re feelings so she went. The movie wasn’t very konya escort interesting, so the everyone wanted to go to the Country club. Willa begged off, saying she was tried and was going home to sleep. She wished she could get out of this town, but she didn’t to leave her dad. She got out of the car and went out to the pool, sitting down and looking up at the night sky. Frank saw Willa standing by the pool, as he watched he saw her take off her clothes, dropping them to the ground. She jump in.

The cool water felt wonderful on her skin. Closing her eyes she floated in the water. Frank walk out and stepped into the water quietly. Making his way over to her. She heard swim up to her.

“Hello Daddy.” she said.

“Hi, baby, why are you home early?” he asked.

“I wasn’t having a good time.” she told him. He grab a float and told her to get on and lay back. He spread her legs and kiss her inner thigh, licking his way to her pussy. He lick the outer lips, slip a finger in. He found her pleasure nob, sucking it in his mouth, he fuck his finger in her pussy.

“OH, YES. FEELS SO GOOD, OH GOD I’M CUMMING!!!” she cried out.

Willa and Frank went konya escort bayan inside to his study.

“I found papers you mother hid in her jewelery box. it’s a land deed and a picture of the place.” he told her.

“It looks like a nice place.” she said. He pulled her unto his lap.

“She also had papers under the name of Frank and Willa Brown, and the house is in my name. She also has a birth certificate for you. We don’t have to do anything right now.” he said.

“That’s okay, what will we do now?” she asked.

“Mmmm, maybe we can go upstairs and watch some movies, then maybe slip into each other.” he whispered in her ear.

“I think it sounds wonderful. I’ll meet you up there.” she said.

Willa slip into a sheer black bra and panties. She was picking out a tape when he came in.

“What are we watching tonight?” he asked.

“We watching

“DADDY’S LITTLE GIRL” is that okay with you?” she asked. They layed back on the bed and he pulled her on his lap. He cupped her tits, and move his hands down to the panties.

“Oh may there is an opening. I like them I can get what I want without taking them off you. What a wonderful escort konya invention.” he said.

“I have them in many colors, red, purple, blue, and white.” she told him. He played with her pussy while watching the show. On the screen Willa saw that the man had his cock fucking the girls ass. Frank was so excited that he was fucking Willa’s pussy with his finger as fast as the man on the screen.

“OOOOOO, DADDY, SO GOOD.” she groaned.

“Maybe we can try that some time, if you like to.” he said. Willa reach for his cock, stroking him while she watched the screen. He was getting hard again. He was moaning and squeezing her tits, and pushing his cock in her hand.

“MMMM, SWEET BABY I WANT INSIDE YOU RIGHT NOW.”

He layed her down and his eyes look over her body, his hands followed, touching her, kissing her. He move up between her legs, lifting them over his. He push his cock in and pulling her to him, moving his cock in circles trying to get deeper. Once he had all of his cock in he started thrusting faster, making her moan. Willa was thrashing her head back and forth. He suck her nipple in his mouth.

“OH MY GOD I’M CUMMING!!” she screamed. He slammed his cock in, and suck hard on her nipple, and he exploded.

Over the next few months Willa and her Dad spent every night together. Willa notice that she wasn’t feeling well for the last week, she was tried and sick to her stomach. When she threw up the next morning she made an appointment with a Doctor.

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I was driving my motorcycle in a heavy rain. My mother was sitting on the back seat holding my shoulders. We were running on the concrete road in the middle of downpour towards our farmhouse. I was not interested in driving my motorcycle in such rain but mom compelled me. After some time driving on the road we took a narrow path which would lead us to our farmhouse. We had been completely drenched by the rain and our dripping clothes were tightly clung to our bodies. I could feel two soft skinny masses on my back.

You all are being surprised that what was going on. Why was I carrying my mother in such bad weather? Let me tell you from beginning. My name is Ryan, 19 years of age. My mother Julia is 38 in well-shaped figure. All this had happened one year ago. Actually, my mother had a terrible quarrel with my dad in the morning. She suspected that my father was doing cheating on her and she had had the reasons for this. After their fight dad had gone for his office and me for my school.

When I came home in the noon, Mom asked me to take her to the farmhouse on my motorcycle. Weather was turning bad outside so I asked for the reason but she shut me up. She is a very strict woman so I always had to follow her commands, otherwise be ready to face the punishment. So I had no option other than carrying her.

Mom asked me to stop the vehicle at some distance from our farmhouse. As I stopped the motorcycle, Mom got down and run towards the farmhouse, directing me to stay there. I kept standing in the showers nearly for five minutes when I saw her coming back. She was walking as fast that her large boobs were jiggling around, that’s why everyone’s eye would fall on her boobs first, whoever would look on her. Moreover, she was wearing a loose deep neck cotton top, with skinny leggings which were sticking to her body and had became see-through. I could see her white lace bra from her wet top as she came enough close to me, so why would any eye not fall on her boobs at first sight. I could clearly see extreme anger on her face.

She sat on seat with legs on both sides and asked me to leave. She was gabbling in her anger while we were running towards home. She had seen Dad’s car in the farmhouse and guessed what was he doing there, during his office time. Actually, my mom got to know about Dad’s arrival at our farmhouse with another woman from her sources, therefore she came here to spy on him. She commanded me to drive fast unlike she always did. Rainy drops were pummeling my body but I ignored them and accelerated the vehicle, as I also wanted to get in the house soon.

Mom adhered to and gripped me by my waist as I was driving very fast now. Her torso was thrusting against my back and her legs alongside my legs. I was feeling warm where she was in contact with my back with respect to my remaining body. Her breasts were being felt amazingly soft and warm on my back.

She went direct inside her bedroom as we got into the house. She was such as angry that I was scaring to ask her something. I was standing in the hall when I heard some voices of breaking glass and things from her bedroom. So I decided to go to her and show some sympathy. Infect, I didn’t want quarrel between my parents as I loved them both. I wanted to stay with them. I knocked her door several times but she didn’t respond, only I could hear the mixed voices of her anger and crying.

I made my way to my room after some time when voices got calm from her bedroom. I wanted to change my wet clothes first. I was picking my dress for changing when mom rammed into my room. She was looking very furious this time and she was still in her wet clothes.

“Mum… mummy what?” I stuttered nervously.

“What are you doing Ryan? Still in your wet clothes?” She asked me in raged voice. “Do you want to get sick.”

“I. I am just changing”, I tried to explain but couldn’t.

“You are going to put on dry clothes without washing your body”, She again made me scared by her way of talking. “You know how much risky is, leaving your body with rainy water.”

I didn’t want to get a shower right now as I was feeling some cold, because of remaining in wet clothes so long. But I couldn’t resist her even when she was looking enraged. She held my hand and lead me to the bathroom. She started the shower and made me stand below it. I asked mom to leave so that I could take my clothes off and shower properly. But she got angry again and denied my request.

“Your father is cheating on me and you want so. Send me out and coming out without washing yourself properly”, she yelled on me. “Wouldn’t you.”

“No mom. I am not going to cheat you, I promise.”

“Shut your dirty mouth”, She barked angrily and slapped me on my face. “Don’t you dare to make any promises, your father did so and you are his carbon copy.”

She held the hem of my t-shirt and asked me to raise up my arms. I followed her silently as I didn’t want to be slapped again. She came closer to me in the shower and pulled my t-shirt off above my manisa escort head. Then she removed my jeans while abusing my father continuously. Now I was standing in my underwear in front of my soaking mother in the shower. Water was dripping on her head and seeping through her clothes. Her more soaking top was showing her white bra and naval more clearly now, some traces of the skin of her legs were also visible through her black leggings.

I was still frightened by her mood that’s why didn’t able to say anything to her. If there was any other woman before me, I would definitely have taught her a lesson like I always do in school. But in front of my mother, I just became a scaredy-cat.

“I don’t want to suffer from cold too”, Mom snapped and took off her top and leggings.

I got stunned on my place as I couldn’t imagine the situation arose before me. My mom was standing in her underwear in front of me now, getting soaked in the shower. Her white bra was looking amazing on her slightly huge breasts. Her white panties totally clung to her skin that her pussy mound was showing against its fabric. First time in my life, I thought about the sex appeal of my mom. My eyes got fixed on her adorable body.

“Where are your eyes, you creep”, Another shot of slap on my cheek and a yell came from mom. “Turn around, quick.”

She was looking furious, causing her breathe heavily. I was on the edge of tears when I turned around. My cock just started to grow by looking at her half-naked body but her slap pushed it back. She kept reprehending my father for his dishonesty.

“Don’t you try to look back, creep”, She whispered into my ears with her teeth clenched in anger. “I am going to wash you up.”

I had no nerve to look back after seeing her this aspect. She took the soap and started lathering it on my back. She was rubbing the soap with one hand and stroking the other on my back in order to wash me. Palm of her hand was so soft that it reminded me again her soft round boobs. Her long nails, moreover, scraping on my back periodically, worked to trigger the lust into my cock. She asked me to turn towards her with my eyes closed, so that she could lather the soap on my torso, so I did.

“What the hell are you thinking about”, She yelped on me as she stepped back, her eyes were looking at the huge tent grown on my boxers as my cock had had the full erection. “You! Dumb-ass, what you want to do in this fucking bathroom before me.”

I got my heart sunk as I sensed the situation which again turned against me. I cursed the moment when mom came into my room. Definitely, again I was going to be slapped tightly on my face so I was preparing myself for it.

“Your father is a pervert bullshit and so are you”, I didn’t listen her calling as much names to me that day. My head had got jammed and I didn’t know when I had opened my eyes. An extreme anger was showing in her eyes.

“You are getting aroused for your mother”, She snapped the truth. “Your father is fucking that whore of his office and his son wants to stick his penis in his mom, don’t you?

“No mom, it’s not true”, I spoke in a painful voice when my eyes automatically stopped on her appealing cleavage.

“You want to see this”, she busted me looking on her boobs and asked me with rage, picking her boobs up in her hands. “Come on, grab them. You! Rascal. Is not it what you wanted?”

“No mom, please don’t, I’m begging you”, I was about to explode in tears. I wanted to tell her that what else could a man do, having a hot lady with him in shower, and in addition when she was half nude. I strongly wanted to kick the ass of my father who was the reason for all this, happening to me. I again closed my eyes and turned my face away.

“Yes, I saw the hunger in your eyes like a dog, so come let it be”, She came closer and grasped my hand. She put my hand on her boobs and hold my face in her other hand to turn it towards her. “Now watch your half-naked mother properly, bastard, take your chance.”

“Mom, ouch!! please…, it hurts”, I was just a little bit away from crying. I was feeling angry and pity both on her, because although she is strict, she never behaved like this before. She had got extremely hurt by my father’s move. She was driving my hand on her boobs in bra and truly, they were feeling awesome. Although, she had worn bra but even then I could feel the softness of that melons to an extent. She got successful to move my face towards her and I, again opened my eyes to look the things my hand was playing on.

“Yes see, this is the thing that you want actually”, She kept saying in a condemning voice. She forcefully pulled my face into her cleavage. “All men are same, pervert, want only one thing, THIS.”

I felt the tender skin of my mother’s tits on my lips, nose and chin. I couldn’t tell how wonderful this touch was. My mom started trying to rub my face all over her boobs and I also gave her some ease by loosening my head. A part of me wanted to feel up her manisa escort bayan beautiful boobs on my face despite all the situation and moreover, wanted to taste them too.

“So tell me, do you want more huh, want more, son of a dog, rascal”, She kept abusing me and my father continuously when she slipped her one tit out of her cup. My lips were just an inch away from her small light brown areola. I wanted to instantly open my mouth and take that charming nipple in my mouth.

“Take your mother, take me son, enjoy pleasure from your mother’s body, and then cheat on her and throw her aside like your father did, come on son”, I was just going to take that nipple in my mouth when she said it. Her words woke a son up inside me and I pulled me back with my full force.

“No mum, I am your son, I will never ever try to cheat on you or leave you”, I couldn’t resist the thought of leaving mom alone after using her, like she was saying, so I explained it to her. “Mom, I loved you not like dad. I want to tell you I’m not my dad.”

“But you are his son, you got the features of him since your birth”, Mom yelled at me but in lesser angry voice this time. She was shocked by my such response to her humiliation. “You too will cheat on me, that’s what you wanted at all, I saw it in your eyes.”

“Listen mom, I may have the features of dad by physically but I got my thoughts from you, my personality is derived from you”, I made my voice as calm as I could. Strangely, I was having the pity on my mother despite all her slapping or torture on me. I didn’t know it was the doing of her boobs or her situation was so painful. “I can never be separated from you.”

“I already listened things like this from your father, all this is a drama, you want only this”, She unhooked her bra and threw it aside. Her slightly large tits were now on full display. “All you men want this from a woman, your father wanted my body but when he got more beautiful woman than me, he cheated on me, do you listen, he cheated on me, now you want the same, you too will deceive me.”

I was not being able to believe on my eyes. I kept standing on my place in shock, watching her adorable boobs, without bra for the first time. I didn’t know what to do, whether go close to her and beg to her to let me taste that delicious looking nipples or show her some sympathy. She was again looking angry by noticing the hunger in my eyes so I went for the latter option, as I couldn’t face her anger.

“Mom I want you to know this”, I told her in calm voice by going close to her. “First, nobody I found in the world more beautiful than you, so I don’t know why dad did this, but the man would such a dumbass who leave a pretty woman like you.” I took her face in my hands. “And second, I don’t know what you sensed in me, but this is sure that I am not going to deceive you ever, I promise.”

She pushed me away, her anger got down by my words but not completely.

“Ok then, show me, prove it”, she roared. “Help me to get the proof of your daddy’s adultery, then I will sue him for divorce and alimony, then we will spend our remaining life in another city far away from that moron.”

“What?” I shocked after hearing her. I couldn’t even imagine to live separate away from dad. Yeah, I was angry with him for what he did to my mom but it was also as much true, that I love both my parents. I couldn’t see my parents getting divorce.

“No Mum, you won’t do that. Dad is doing a mistake but he will regret for this”, I tried to explain. “I will talk to him. He, he will definitely understand.”

“See, I know this, you are like your father”, Mom’s anger got returned. “He cheats on me or whatever, you don’t care. You just want to be like him. So I am giving you the chance, come and take me for yourself.”

She stood in the shower with her arms opened towards me. Water from the shower was now sliding down on her boobs,

“No mom this is not true. I’m not saying dad was doing the right”, I told her insistently. “I simply love you both and don’t want you both to get separate.”

“See son, I couldn’t live with a person who cheated on me,” Mom made it clear with no doubt left. “So now you decide whether you want to live with that asshole who cheated on your mom, your family or with me.”

Mom used the word ‘asshole’ which confirmed her extreme hate for my father. I had assumed that mom would never get ready to make up broken things with my father. But I didn’t want to give up tries till the end.

“Please mom, there must be a way, please don’t leave him,” I started begging to my topless mom standing in shower, by holding her hand. “Every problem have a solution, we will find it, please.”

“There’s no solution Ryan, marriage exists between even persons, your father cheated on me, you listened,” Mom was yelling on me with full fury again. “We can’t be even until I would also do cheat on him.”

Mom showed me the hope. If mom would cheat on my father, they both would be standing escort manisa in the same court, then they wouldn’t need to get divorce. I made my mind, I would have to coax my mother to cheat on my father, and then help her to find a handsome boyfriend, then all would be settle down.

“Mom please, if this is the only hope, do it,” I was again begging to mom. “I want you both by my side at any cost. I will help you to find a nice guy.”

“What? Are you retarded”, Mom snapped, pulled her hand from my grip and slapped on my face again. “You find me a boyfriend. Wow! You don’t know your dad would ever leave that whore or not, and if I too cheat on him and he finds out, that will also lead to our divorce, and I also will come under the misconduct.”

I was straight on my goal now so no matter how many times I had to be slapped, I wouldn’t let my parents get separate.

“He will not find out mom, I will help you”, I tried to assure her despite of her furious looking face. “We both will find a way to keep it from him.”

I hold my topless mom from her upper arms and placed my forehead on her shoulders, was begging to her not to leave the house and dad. But she again pushed me away.

“We couldn’t hide this for so long, listen boy, as I find out your daddy’s cheating, so as he will find out too,” Mom’s eyes stopped on my groin, still being a tent, while crawling on my body during her jabbering. “Unless this is… this is…”

“What mom tell me, I will do anything for you,” I provoked her.

“Unless this is you, yes, you should be that person,” Mom was babbling in a new excitement which scared me off. I stepped back in shock after listening the word from her throat. “You are the person, about whom your dad could never find out.”

“What are you talking about mom, how could I be, I am your son,” I told her in stammering manner. I craved to taste mom’s milky boobs but having sex with her was way too much.

“I know dear you’re my son,” Mom replied. “But we both know you are having the desires of my body. So now I’m giving you the opportunity and I’m not angry.” Mom gave me a smiling look. “Come darling, enter inside me and fulfil your desire.”

Mom hold my hand and pulled me toward her in the shower. I hit my mom’s topless body, her bare breasts got pressed against my chest, that felt amazing to me. I also felt her hard nipples poking sweetly in my skin. My raised out penis, inside my wet boxers, rammed against her groin. These things made my cock fully erected and throbbing like a monster. But somehow, I collected my morals and got separate from our body touch.

“Mom we can’t do this, this is incest, it’s prohibited and immoral”, I opposed mom which made her furious again like she was having the anger on her nose.

“I am a woman before your mother, you! son of a bitch and you are a boy and who the fuck is caring about morality in this house”, Her voice got enraged. “Your father is fucking that bitch away from home, my own son is getting aroused by his mother and then who the hell should care about morality, only me?”

“But mom how could we do this, you are my mother”, I muttered but I was definitely getting excited by the thought of fucking my hot mother by one way but also getting scared of doing this by other. “I just got excited because you are so hot. It doesn’t mean I wanted to get inside you.”

“Oh! You find your mother hot, but denying her offer, even when she presented herself to you, why? To insult her”, She snapped at me and punched me in my abdomen in anger. Her punch was not so strong but slightly painful, I bent down from my stomach and stepped backward.

“You are also just an arrogant boy like your father who enjoy insulting me”, Mom murmured in my ear clenching her teeth with anger, pulling my hairs to turn up my face. “But I will teach you and your father a lesson, teach you how to respect me.”

She seized my erected penis above my boxers with her hand and pulled me in the shower. I yelped in ache, rose in my penis by her pulling, but she ignored my scream. Besides this, she started pulling my cock down, to make me sit on the floor that I had to follow as my nerve was in her hand. As I sat on the floor, she released my cock and pushed me further down on floor, with her foot on my chest. She slid down and threw aside my boxers as soon I lay down on the watery floor.

“Now you are going to learn how to respect your mother”, She roared and take my cock in her mouth. I didn’t be with any girl yet, as I was a little shy regarding sexual things. My virgin cock was throbbing in her mouth now, taking the blowjob from my mother. I still couldn’t accept what was happening, whenever earlier, I saw mom in any sexy dress I admired her hot body parts in my thoughts, I wanted to watch her nicely shaped boobs and perky booties, because they are beauties and beauty should be watched and praised. I hadn’t had any sexual attentions towards her.

“Do you like it, rascal hmmm? tell me how did I perform?” She asked me. I wanted to tell her that she was amazing in the Felicia and I didn’t want her to stop. But except this, I told her to stop.

“Mom, please stop, let me go. How will I face dad? We will find another guy for you”, I begged to her thinking about my father but it was gone wrong and triggered her fury.

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Everyone having sex is at least 18. This story is 100% is fiction, I made it all up. Warning: this is a self-edited story. I do use Grammarly to help reduce my ability to murder the English language. Special thanks to goducks1 for his help. Every story is better because of him.

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Chapter 1 — No Place Like Home

I shout at the moving man, “HEY! Be careful with those boxes. My shit’s worth more than your van.”

The asshole is hitting every wall in the house with the moving boxes. My career is in those boxes. Ten freaking years as a porn star, all in three boxes. I am moving back to Chicago after twelve years in Los Angeles. I couldn’t stand the lifestyle or the industry. I am glad to be retired. It took me two years to make the move, due to lack of motivation. Some friends finally forced me, they hired the movers and put my sorry ass on an airplane!

I am on a downward spiral in my life, and my friends failed to help. It isn’t their fault, I am a mess. They had hope that a change of scenery would help me, especially since I’m coming home. My former agent got me a great deal on a place in downtown Chicago. It’s small, but I don’t need much.

I am through with women, I never did guys, and not about to start. Right now, my career is working my way to the end of a bottle. I have a lot of talent doing this, and it’s working out pretty good so far. I enjoy this far more than acting in porn.

Financially, I am set for life. I had a fantastic agent that made me live on a slim budget. He invested my money wisely; I live off dividends and from my divorces. What I don’t spend gets re-invested. I was famous enough that I never leave my house. It’s humiliating having every woman grope me. Every guy is jealous of his woman if they are within 100 feet of me. It made life no fun to live. That is why the bottles call out to me, and I willingly answer. I just want this to end.

Even the sex wasn’t that good. Start, stop, change the angle, change position, whining co-stars (male and female), complaints about dialog, complaints about screen time, complaints about editing. By the end of the film, I wanted to kill everyone. Nobody thought I was serious, they thought I was being funny and ignored me. They had no clue how much they all annoyed me.

An hour later, the movers finish, I sign the paperwork, and they leave. Finally. I make a resolution. I will empty half a box for each bottle I drink. I need more bottles of booze. TV works and I have a couch, I am set. Nothing else matters.

My studio apartment is small. It has lots of windows with a fantastic view of downtown Chicago. I am on the top floor looking south. I can see most of the downtown buildings and the lake. I can walk to a beach, although I can’t see me doing that. I should call my sisters and let them know I am back in town. Maybe tomorrow I will call. I don’t feel like it now.

I am 30, that makes Tina 32, Abby 35, and Kathy is 28. I don’t know anything about them, what they look like, or even what their phone numbers are. My lawyers will find them. We have no parents; they both died a few years after I moved out. I think my sisters are married; it seems to me I sent them checks for their weddings. I wonder, am I an uncle?

I have no use for my sisters and am in no rush to see them again. They ignored me my entire life. We were not part of each other’s lives. Now that I think of it, I haven’t talked to them since I left, shortly after I turned 18. They may not even want to talk to me. Why would they?

Chapter 2 — I get Tortured

I guess it’s about three months later that my sister Kathy and building security surprise me. I drank a bit, and I fell off the couch sometime during the night. I did manage to keep one leg on the sofa. Good thing that it is, or I would have fallen. Oh wait, I am already on the floor. It’s an anchor for me. Everything is slowly spinning, without my anchor, it would be worse. I have no idea how they can stand, they are swaying a lot. I need my bottle, where did Jose go?

I do remember the kick to the ribs by Kathy. She seemed mad at me even when I stopped singing. She leaves, comes back, and she and the guard take me against my will. I need to remember that I should bring them up on charges. They drag me to my washroom, and I am thrown into the tub where they try to drown me in boiling water.

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When I wake up I am in the bathtub, my head is killing me, and I can hear my sister screaming on the telephone. She needs to talk softer or better yet, not at all. I am in clothes, and they are all wet. I empty my stomach and feel much better, none of it hit the floor. Wow, am I cool or what?

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I wake up later and realize I am not so cool. My vomit is with me in the tub. I stand up and empty more of my stomach then walk to the shower. Oh, does that feel good. I turn on the hot water, and I feel much better. I strip out of my wet clothes. As I am sobering up, I remember my sister is here. She had to tell me that because I doubt malatya escort I would recognize her.

I exit the shower and walk towards the kitchen. I need a bagel or bread, something to soak up the alcohol. I was going to eat a bun, Kathy takes it from me. I don’t remember buying green buns. She hands me a fresh bakery item that is light brown and smells divine. I do love fresh bakery of all kinds. This must be a sister, they remember I love bakery!

Kathy seems angry with me, “Do you realize you are dripping on the floor and are 100% naked in front of your sister?”

I am hungry, I don’t answer, I keep eating. This is good stuff. Is Kathy talking to me?

She is mad, but I need some answers first, “Who are you? Why are you here still? Why did you break into my house? Why the torture? One last thing STOP YELLING! My head hurts a lot. I do love this bakery; I need to find this place. Thanks.”

Kathy grabs me by the arm and the muffins with the other arm. She drags me to the couch and throws a blanket over me. That was nice of her. She seems to be treating me like a little child again. I hated when she did that to me. I am two years older, she is the child, not me.

Kathy starts on me, “Every year on mom’s birthday, we get together to remember her. We spin a bottle and the one it stops at looks for you. For six years we struck out. This was my year to look. I found records of you buying this place. I come down and after five minutes of banging, no answer. I get security, and we find you in a drunken stupor.

“You are gross. How can you live like this? You are lucky to even be alive. You have money and are famous. Security recognized you when the door opened. You don’t need to live like this.”

Typical of my sister, money solves everything.

I was far meaner than I wanted to be when I answered, “You have no idea the living hell that my life is. I’m a prisoner in my own home. This isn’t a life anymore, this is me waiting to die. I didn’t ask you to come here and assault me. This is my life, and I will live it MY way. You can get the hell out of here. Go back to your happy life and leave me alone, I’m fine. I don’t need saving. I don’t need your pity. I don’t need you. GO HOME! Go find some other loser to save. I don’t want any … saving.”

In a huff, Kathy gets up, slaps my face and leaves, stomping her feet way too loud. The door slams so hard, I hear the hinges rattle. I wait a few minutes, so she is out of the building. I put on a robe. Today, I am going out. I bring the wrapper for a muffin downstairs and ask the security man if the bakery is close. He assures me it is. I ask for directions. He takes my arm forcibly and drags me across the room, about thirty feet. There is a deli and bakery there. Wonder when they put that in. I ask. Five years ago.

A cute brunet is behind the counter. Her eyes light up at seeing me. Swell.

I order, “A ham sandwich on rye with mayo and a roast beef on wheat with mustard, you can pick a cheese, lettuce and tomato on both. Six, no a dozen random bakery items.”

As she starts making the sandwiches, she bashfully asks, “Are you …”

I cut her off, “No, that’s my brother. I lost my cock in a hunting accident. I live off the insurance money. Thanks for making me remember such a humiliating event.”

Making people feel bad is the surest way to make them stop talking to you. That will shut her up for a while. She makes my sandwiches and packages up my bakery.

As she hands me the bag of my food, she whispers, “Next time you want to lie about your cock, don’t wear a robe that swings open.”

As I turn a bright shade of red, I reply, “Excellent observation.” I pay for the food and walk away.

I go up to my room and eat three pieces of the bakery. The rest goes in the fridge, which was empty, everything is in the garbage. Kathy! I remember the green roll now, I will give her the benefit of the doubt and leave it all there. This deli looks much more promising.

Chapter 3 — Strike Two!

I wake up the next morning to a pounding at my door. A slow, steady beating of a fist. How fucking annoying!

I open the door to a gorgeous blond in front of me. Quickly, she slips past me and slaps my face as she walks into my apartment. She takes off a light coat and sits in a chair by my couch.

I ask in a slightly offended way, “Who the fuck are you and what do you want?”

Abby asks, “How many of your sisters have blond hair?”

I ask bewildered, “Were you always blond?”

Abby asks, “Steve, what has happened to you? Kathy was ecstatic to find you, and now she would rather kill you. Did you have to be so mean to her? Tell me your story, I need to find out what was so wonderful that you ignored us for twelve years.”

My head still hurts from yesterday, and I’m still angry. “Fuck you. You’ve ignored me for thirty years. I played in band and lettered in three sports for four years in high school. Did any of you ever attend anything escort malatya I did? Did you ever buy me a present that wasn’t a gift card? I was gone for seven years before you even started looking for me. I remember my conversation with Kathy yesterday, and I can still do simple math calculations.

“I wanted to be a real actor, not do porn. But I got stuck in porn and then all my relationships out there were shallow. My friends wanted to hang around me for my money. I can’t be around a woman, or men get jealous. For ten years I was on top. Then I spent two years trying to be a real actor, and I got one late night commercial. I was a joke. I gave up and came home. There, you happy? Women have made my life a living hell, I just want to be left alone. That includes you three, I have no need for you. When I die you three will get all my money, then you can have a nice life. I hope it brings you some fucking happiness like it has for me.”

Abby stands up, puts her coat back on and walks to the door. I can see she is fuming. I guess we didn’t hit it off right away. Oh well, fuck her! I don’t need this shit, I don’t need her, I don’t need anybody.

She opens the door and says to me, “You are a hateful and ungrateful person. I came over here to offer you my help. I don’t need you in my life. Goodbye and keep your God damn money!”

She slams the door shut.

Chapter 4 — Homerun!

It’s early evening, the sun has just gone down, and I am looking out on to the beautiful city. My doorbell rings once. Well, that is unusual. This, I must see, who can be acting normal around me? I go to the door and open it. Standing in the doorway is a thin, black-haired, woman with huge tits. She is tiny, roughly 5′ 4″ tall and 90 pounds. She could have been stunning but with the bloodshot black eyes, then add cuts and bruises on her arms, and she is a pathetic looking mess.

On seeing me, she smiles. Oh my, she even has intelligence. No way she can be related to me. I bet she is selling Girl Scout cookies.

Tina shyly says, “They said you were mean and angry, you might kill me for breathing your air.”

No shit, this must be … Tina. At least they warned her. Maybe Tina is smart enough to be kind. Maybe.

I respond nicely, “They weren’t as polite as you. You look like a train wreck. What the hell happened to you?”

She simply says, “John, my husband,” as the door to the elevator opens. A thin man emerges with anger in his eyes. He has a bit of muscle making him a little dangerous. I have seen his kind a bunch, I can tell by the look and now the smell. He is crazy, and his eyes are now on Tina. He walks to my door quickly.

Tina slips past me and is crying behind me, she hides in a corner. I take out my phone and dial the front desk without losing eye contact with John. I can hear the front desk say “Hello?” I punch the speaker phone button and then give my full attention to John. I don’t like this situation at all.

John says, “I just want to talk to her.”

In a clear deep voice (acting) I say, “You know I’m Steve Schlong and you’re standing at room 1804. From the looks of the beating your wife took, I am guessing she doesn’t want to see you. You are past security; this is a restricted area. I am asking you to leave. Now. Do you hear me? 1804 does NOT want you here. Please leave now!”

John says, “That’s my wife. We had a small disagreement. I want to take her home where we can discuss this calmly.”

My first thought is, “Yeah, right. Discuss? Does everyone think I am stupid?”

When I don’t say anything or move an inch, he tries to run past me. That is a horrible idea. My anger is back, and it’s focused on John. I have been working out for the last twelve years so I could continue to get good parts. I am tall, muscular and in great shape. I toss my phone to the side, pick John up, take a few steps forward, and plant him into the wall in the hallway outside my condo, about three feet off the ground.

In a very controlled voice, I tell John, “This is not going to end well. I have nothing to live for, I just might grab you and jump out a window from the 18th floor. Are you ready to die, John? Are you? I really don’t mind. I could take a few swings at you like you did Tina. You think that would be fun John? I bet I can hit a whole lot harder than you can. And much harder than Tina can. Want to test me … John?”

John tries to counter, “That’s my wife in there, she goes home with me. You need to butt out.”

I tell John, “Those wounds look pretty fresh. How about we go down to the police department and have a talk with them. Does that sound good, you little piece of shit? Or, would you rather stay with me while I string you up and pretend you are a boxing bag and practice my punches on your face like you did with my sister.”

John starts kicking and wants to get away. As I think about my options, the window is looking better by the moment. However, the elevator opens, and the security malatya escort bayan guard is back with his gun drawn. John is saved.

Security guy, “You can you put him down. I got this.”

I ask, “Are the police on the way?”

Security, “Yes, they’re on their way up now.”

I pull John away from the wall, but he is still off the ground.

I explain, “Tina’s in my apartment, I’m not letting him have another run at her. Can you restrain him?” He shakes his head no.

We are saved, the police show up and begin asking for the facts.

John asks, “Hey, can you make him put me down?”

Poor John is hanging by his collar, I am still holding him up.

The police officer muffles a laugh, “Yes, I can. However, that’s an incredible show of strength, it’d be fun to see how long he can keep you up.”

I put John down, “My arm’s getting tired.” I’m not here to amuse these guys.

The police take statements from Tina and me. They arrest John and take him away.

For three hours I hear what a jerk my sister is married to. She will go downtown and press charges, he will make bail. She will get an order of protection. For two years that asshole has been abusing my sister. I now have a new mission in life, protect my sister. No more alcohol and hiding in a bottle. She needs help. It’s that simple, I need something to live for. I never saw this coming, but this is good for me, for a while.

I fill in the building’s security people, so they know what’s happening. My sisters ok. I provide pictures of all John’s family from Tina’s Facebook account, they are not allowed.

After the police leave, Tina asks, “Can I stay here tonight? I can’t go back home. Not tonight, not ever. That’s no longer home for me. I would feel much safer with you around me. Pleaseeeeeeeeee.”

She has cuddled up under three blankets and is still shaking. She did stop crying, that is a positive sign.

I explain feeling a bit guilty, “I moved in here three months ago. I think I have unpacked four boxes. If you can find my clothes, you can have anything you want to sleep in. They’re all marked. An old jersey or dress shirt would look good on you for sleeping. I will find you some clean sheets and blankets so you can sleep in the bed. We can go shopping tomorrow for all the little things you will need. I have plenty of money, you can stay here for as long as you like. I will protect you from now on. However, I don’t want to see your sisters tonight. They annoyed me. Let’s take them on tomorrow after we get a good night’s sleep. Text them, so they know you are OK and John is in jail.”

I’ve only emptied two boxes so far. It took a while to find my clothes and fill my closets and dresser. I assemble the bed. I find sheets, blankets, pillows, and other bathroom related things. I am on a roll, I start on the kitchen next. While in there I see my sister swaying, fighting to stay awake. I thought she was on the couch still. She must want some sleep.

I pick her up in my big muscular arms with ease. She protests but doesn’t complain too much. I have some clothes out for her. I set her down on the bed, gently. We used compresses on her eyes and cleaned up her arms as best I could.

I command her, “You’re almost falling asleep. Put this on and go to bed, I’m going to do a few more boxes and then I’ll be out on the couch if you need me. I do just fine out there. Good night pumpkin.”

I kiss her on the top of the head and hug her hard. I leave the room closing the door on my way out. Twenty minutes later, I hear the creaking of the door as it opens. Tina walks out in a dress shirt of mine. On her, it is a dress, and it’s too big. She looks adorable. I sit up and stare at her. She has long black hair, a broad face that holds big green eyes and a small nose. Her breasts are enormous for her size, certainly a large C cup. She is small but gorgeous.

She shows no emotions on her face. I would almost believe that she is sleepwalking if she wasn’t keeping her eyes on me. She knows exactly where I am and what I am doing. I am watching her float around the room. She looks calm and in control.

What does she want? One by one she turns off all the lights. She then uses both hands to drag me to my room.

I am nervous, “Um, Tina, we can’t do this.”

Tina says in a very firm voice, “I don’t care what you did or where you were. Tonight, I want someone to hold and protect me from my nightmares. You are the only man I trust right now. Get in bed or else …”

I just had to smile as this tiny woman is looking up at me. She is standing in front of this huge guy (me) that dwarfs her, and she is telling me what I must do. Then she threatens me with an ‘or else.’ Funny girl. I get in bed, she spoons into me. She is snuggled up in my arms like a baby bear in his mother’s den. It’s been a long day for both of us. We fall asleep quickly.

Chapter 5 — Round Two

We are both awakened by the doorbell and knocking on the door. It sounds urgent. We both get up. Tina curls up in a blanket on the couch, and I answer the door with a baseball bat in hand. My sisters fly by me in a flash, leaving a coffee cup holder with four cups of coffee and a large bag of fresh bakery in my hands. They embrace Tina in a full hug, and the tears start again from all three.

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Because her parents had won the grand prize in a sweepstakes, an all-expenses paid trip around the world, Whitney Summers was going to be on her own for an entire year. The youngest of three children at 18, she knew that she’d be fine living on her own for the year, but that wasn’t going to happen. Her mother simply wasn’t having any of that.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you, Whitney,” Brittany told her daughter. “Well actually, yes – it’s precisely that. I think that if you’re left unsupervised, you’ll have parties and have boys over and neglect your studies. I think you’re going to need adult supervision, someone close by who can keep a careful eye on you.”

Whitney came very close to losing her temper with her mother. She looked over at her father, who just shrugged in resignation. It bothered Whitney to no end that her father was such a mouse, so easily cowed by her domineering mother. That was just the way things were in the Summers’ household. Dale Summers didn’t like to rock the boat and Whitney knew full well that she had no ally here.

She was fortunate enough to find one outside of the home. Later that same day, her mother’s brother called to congratulate Brittany and her husband on winning the prize. When James Comstock heard of Whitney’s predicament, he came up with an easy solution.

“Don’t worry about a thing sis, Whitney can come and live with us for the year,” James said, referring to himself and his wife Ophelia. In his early 30’s and 12 years younger than his sister, James Comstock was Whitney’s favorite relative. She only knew her aunt in passing. James had married the 7-years younger Ophelia about 18 months earlier, stunning the family who had believed he would be a life-long bachelor. When Whitney got a good look at her new aunt, she could easily see why her uncle had chosen to marry the woman. She was the most stunning creature that Whitney had ever seen. She moved around with a regal grace, introducing herself to her new family and charming everyone. Ophelia had been born in Tanzania to a black father and a Chinese-American mother. She was so eerily beautiful that she made Whitney uneasy, although that soon vanished after she spoke with the woman and found her so warm and friendly.

Whitney was thrilled that she would be staying with her uncle and his new wife. She hoped that maybe they’d give her a longer leash so that she could enjoy her life a bit more. Her mother still treated her like a child; it was one of the main reasons that Whitney hadn’t dated much over the past number of years. She didn’t want to subject anyone to Brittany’s intense grilling sessions. Hadn’t Whitney always been responsible, making good decisions about friends and maintaining good grades? Her tuition was almost totally paid for by the scholarship she had earned; shouldn’t that have stood for something? She was glad that she would be living only 30 minutes away from school and could continue seeing her friends and perhaps even find a part-time job to help pay some of her own way.

James picked his niece up on Sunday afternoon, a few days before his sister and brother-in-law were to leave on their trip. As his Corvette left the driveway, he could see the relief on his niece’s face. “Glad to have some time away from the wardens, huh kid?” He chuckled. “I have no idea why my sister turned into such a fucking stiff, our folks aren’t like that at all.”

“You have NO god-damned idea how much I need to get away from the both of them,” Whitney said, forgetting herself for a minute and apologizing for the language.

“Don’t sweat it, kiddo,” Her uncle laughed. “Ophelia’s always telling me to watch my language; it comes from working by myself all these years.” James Comstock was a very successful interior designer who earned a six figure salary annually. A few of Whitney’s friends had teased her about his profession when they were younger – until they got a good look at the 6’4″, dark-haired, broad-shouldered hunk that was her uncle.

Whitney told her uncle about some of her plans and he immediately nixed the idea of her working. “If your parents get to have fun for the next year, why shouldn’t you? I have so much fucking money – see, there I go – that I don’t know what to do with it all. Just keep your grades up and don’t sweat the other stuff, I can easily afford to feed another mouth.”

Whitney loved riding in her uncle’s car, feeling the wind blow through her blonde hair. Already her tensions were melting away and as she pulled up to James’s home, she gasped. The large, manor-style home he lived in never failed to impress her, although in some ways, it made no sense. Why did a single man or even a newlywed husband with a young wife need such a huge home? It really wasn’t important, he could easily afford it, but it seemed to be such an extravagance.

She grabbed her few bags from the trunk and went inside. Ophelia was just descending the stairs, once again entrancing her new niece. Even simply dressed in a white dress, her face nicely made up kırklareli escort and hoop earrings dangling from her ears, she radiated gorgeousness. Ophelia had long, slender legs and the face of a fashion model, Whitney felt inadequate next to her, although she knew she herself was an attractive young woman. When she got to the bottom step, her high heels clicked on the marble floors as she walked to embrace Whitney.

“We’re so glad that you’re going to be with us this year,” Ophelia purred. “We’re going to have a lot of fun, I promise. Did you and James have a nice talk on the drive over?”

“Sure, I guess so,” Whitney answered, puzzled at what her aunt meant by that. Ophelia looked over at her husband with a quizzical look.

“You didn’ttell her?” She asked James.

“We didn’t have time, it isn’t that long a drive,” He answered. “After dinner baby, we’ll all talk. It’s going to work out, you’ll see.”

Whitney felt as if there was some secret she wasn’t privy to, but decided to let it rest for now. Uncle James gave his wife a big kiss and then told the two women to have a drink while he prepared dinner. “He loves to cook and take care of the house,” Ophelia explained to her niece. “My James, he loves to pamper me,” Ophelia said with a sigh. “I do so love being a spoiled rich bitch, I’m a lucky girl.” She giggled.

Whitney was already warming to her aunt, although she supposed it could have been the lovely Chablis that Ophelia had poured for her. “I’m sure having money is nice, I wouldn’t know – I’ve never had much,” She confessed.

“Don’t worry about it,” Ophelia smiled warmly. “James and I agreed, we intend to spoil you rotten while you’re here. If there’s something you want, let us know and we’ll see if we can’t make it happen.”

“Oh please, don’t go to any trouble on my account,” Whitney protested. “I don’t want to be a bother, I’m just so grateful you’re letting me stay here this year.”

“It’s no bother, it’ll be my pleasure,” Ophelia told her. “I happened to notice you didn’t bring very many suitcases.”

Whitney shook her head while Ophelia poured her a bit more wine. “No, I don’t have a lot of clothes and if I need something, I can always go back home and get it,” She told her aunt. “It isn’t that far away.”

“Don’t be silly, it’s far enough,” Ophelia argued. “We’re pretty girls, half the fun of being a pretty girl is going shopping and buying sexy, new clothes. While you’re staying with us, you’re going to live a little.”

Whitney smiled, it was going to be a blast staying here. Sometimes she forgot that Ophelia herself was only 6 or 7 years older than Whitney. She was so sexy, sophisticated and worldly, but she did seem to be giddy and fun and enjoy life. Right there and then, Whitney promised herself that she would try to follow Ophelia’s example and have some fun while she was living here. It was almost as if that is what Ophelia and James expected of her. Whitney was offered more wine, but declined – she didn’t want to be smashed before dinner and she was well on her way right now.

Dinner had been lovingly prepared by James and it was delicious. The weather was balmy and the stars were out, so they enjoyed the evening outdoors. “Would you like to go for a swim?” Ophelia asked the pretty blonde.

Whitney shook her head. “It’s a lovely night, but I didn’t bring a suit.”

“That’s not a problem, we usually don’t wear any,” Ophelia confessed. She turned to her husband. “Do you think perhaps thatnow is the time to tell her?”

“I think she’s opened the door, sweetheart,” James smiled, hugging his bride.

“Tell me what?” Whitney asked, confused. She was a bit apprehensive, but also knew that her uncle would never tell her anything bad or do something that would cause her pain.

“We’re very open about sex in this house, Whitney,” Ophelia told her niece, placing her dark hand on top of the girl’s. “We believe intotal sexual freedom, as do several of our friends. Sex is a wonderful, joyous experience and James and I don’t believe in limiting ourselves.”

“You’re swingers?” Whitney questioned.

“You could call us that, but we really don’t care for that term,” Ophelia smiled. “We prefer hedonists, we have very libertine attitudes about sex, we also love art, food, wine and the pleasures that life has to offer. I had given up hope of finding a man that thought the same way I did until I met James.”

“Oh, really?” Whitney asked, curious. “I’ve never heard how you two met.”

“It’s a funny story, really,” Ophelia smiled sweetly.

“She was screwing a girlfriend of mine and I walked in on them,” James laughed.

Whitney was flabbergasted. “You were fucking –a girl – and you caught them? You didn’t freak out, you weren’t angry at your girlfriend?”

“Hell, no!” James laughed again. “I took one look at Ophelia and even with that rubber cock jutting out from her body, she looked so sexy while she was giving it to Sherri. I just asked if I could kırklareli escort bayan join them. Ophelia and I clicked so good in bed that even after Sherri fell asleep, we kept right on fucking.”

“We started dating, although I told him he could keep seeing Sherri,” Ophelia laughed. “After all, I sure as hell intended to keep seeing her – she’s a dynamite little redhead who is great in the sack. When we talked more in-depth, we realized that we had similar values. We believe in love, but fidelity the way most people see it doesn’t work for us. After we had been going out for a few months, I moved in here and we started having fun – I invited my friends over, he invited his friends over, some of them hooked up – it’s wild.”

“So, that’s why you have such a huge home – you hold orgies?” Whitney gasped.

“That’s an old term, but you’re essentially correct,” James nodded. “We didn’t want to hide anything from you sweetheart, because they’re going to continue while you’re living with us.”

“O-okay, it’s your home, so you can do whatever you like,” Whitney said nervously. “I can just make myself scarce.”

“No darling, you’re missing the point entirely,” Ophelia smiled, squeezing the girl’s hand. “Your uncle and I were hoping that you would like tojoin us.”

Now Whitney was totally stunned. “Wow – I’ve never – I mean, I’ve been with a woman, I’ve never eventhought about it. This is such a lot to take in – you like girls, is that right Ophelia?”

“I like men and women, yes,” Ophelia told her. “I’m bi-sexual Whitney. Have you ever had sex? You aren’t avirgin, are you?”

Whitney shook her head, still trying to put all the pieces together. “No – I’ve been fuh – I mean, I’ve had sex a few times.” Twice with her then-boyfriend and a few times with one of her professors, who happened to be a real dreamboat. She found out later that he was married, although he claimed to be separated. Her mind once again in the present, Whitney asked “Uncle James, don’t you get jealous watching her have sex with other people?”

James shook his head. “You can call me James around here, sugar. No, not at all – Ophelia’s almost like an artist when she has sex, she’s very erotic. I will confess to preferring to watch her with another woman though – that’s when she truly shines.”

“Which is where you come in, Whitney dear,” Ophelia said sweetly. “I’d like to have sex with you, make love with you,fuck you, while James watches us. I could show you things that you’d never even imagined were possible.”

“I think you two would be gorgeous together,” James continued. “I’d love to see that.”

“Oh God, I can’t believe all of this,” Whitney said, although not totally repulsed by the idea. “Uncle – I mean, James, what would you do?”

“Watch you at first and then join in later on,” James told her. Whitney’s eyes went wide.

“That’s incest!” She said in a scared tone.

James shrugged his shoulders. “Don’t care – it’s just another word, like lesbian or bi-sexual – a label. Around here, if we find someone sexy, we’re free to act on it.”

Whitney’s mind was buzzing, she could barely concentrate. On the one hand, she had been taught certain values and this went against those values. On the other hand, she herself believed that some of those values were absolute bullshit. If James had not been her uncle, she would have fucked him in a minute. Earlier, she had thought to herself how attractive Ophelia was and she was intrigued by the woman’s open sexuality. She was going to be here for another year, why shouldn’t she experience some new things while they were open to her?

“You really want me, the both of you want to have sex with me?” Whitney asked.

“Yes, we do,” Ophelia smiled, squeezing Whitney’s hand again.

“Desperately,” James told Whitney. “You’re a very beautiful young woman.”

“Me?” Whitney said in surprise. “You’re married to one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen.”

“Thank you darling, but just because you appreciate the beauty of a sunrise does not mean you cannot enjoy the intrinsic beauty of a sunset,” Ophelia philosophized. “You are beautiful and blonde and sexy. I’ve thought so since we met at our wedding, I told James the first chance I got, I was going to ask you if you wanted to have sex. I think it is fate that brought you here to stay with us, why not just embrace our shared destiny and have some naughty fun at the same time?” She smiled sweetly.

Whitney nodded, she was enormously flattered by Ophelia’s attention, erotic though they might be. To think that this lovely woman found her desirable and had for some time was very pleasing. Whitney decided if the idea pleased her, so might the act itself and she made her decision.

“Okay,” She told her aunt and uncle. “I think – no, Iknow – that I’m willing to go along with this, to give it a try. Why don’t we have a swim and take things from there?” To their delight, James and Ophelia watched their niece peel off escort kırklareli her clothes and jump into the pool. Ophelia followed, with James bringing up the rear. Ophelia swam over to where her niece was and wrapped her arms around the girl, pulling her close.

“Hmm, tan lines,” She smiled. “You won’t have those by this time next year,” She told the girl. She placed her lips on Whitney’s and then she forced her tongue between Whitney’s soft lips. At first, Whitney was a bit startled by the invasion, but after a minute, she began kissing back. She loved the new feelings that were surging through her body, kissing another woman felt absolutelyright to her! Their fingers entwined as their bodies pressed close and then Whitney felt the presence of another person. She turned to see her uncle pressed behind her, his virility unmistakable.

“We’re glad you decided to join in our games, sugar,” James told his niece, his hands on her shoulders.

“So – so am I James, but there’s a sudden chill in the air. Don’t you two have a nice warm bedroom where we can all stretch out and get cozy?” Whitney suggested.

Ophelia got out of the water first and let the water drip from her body while she went into the cabana to fetch towels. Whitney took her first opportunity to take in the dark woman’s incredible body from head to toe. To know she would soon be making love with this unique, desirable creature gave her a bigger chill than the night air. Ophelia wrapped the towel around her niece, kissed her sweetly once again and wandered into the house with a gentle sway of her hips. Whitney found it hard to take her eyes off the woman, she was truly irresistible.

Ophelia led the way upstairs to the bedroom. Whitney gasped when she saw it, the room was twice the size of a normal bedroom and each piece of furniture was perfect for the room. The bed looked as if it had been custom made and was huge. Ophelia stretched out on the bed like a sensuous jungle cat. “Join me baby,” Ophelia purred. “Although I won’t promise not to bite – you’re simply edible.”

Whitney dropped her towel and tried to get into the spirit of the game. “Here I am, darling,” She cooed back. “Why don’t youeat me then?” She looked to her left and saw James entering the room, to the right of her was a large, full-length mirror. She now could see what James had commented on earlier – she and Ophelia together looked very erotic. Before she had a chance to gather her wits, Ophelia wrapped herself around Whitney in a serpentine move and began to nuzzle her naked, tanned flesh. Whitney let out a breathy gasp at the new feelings surging through her. This was undeniably one of the most exciting moments of her life and having James witness all of it added a dash of spice.

The touch of another woman was unlike anything she had ever known. Whitney had expected Ophelia’s caresses to be tender and loving, and that they were. Her hands were still strong as well and while they manipulated Whitney’s eager body, she whimpered in delight. Ophelia took that as a good sign and began licking her. “Don’t be afraid to be vocal, my sweet love,” Ophelia urged her. “We encourage that around here, the noises of sex can be very arousing.”

“Oh yes, fuck, yougorgeous black bitch, eat my fucking pussy,” Whitney groaned as her aunt tasted her nectar. “Is that the kind of thing you like to hear, yousexy black slut?” Ophelia’s tongue stabbed deep, indicating to Whitney that was exactly the kind of thing she had wanted to hear.

“How is she, babe?” James asked his wife, his hand wrapped around his big hard-on. “Good?”

“Fucking delicious, what a yummy piece of cunt,” Ophelia groaned. “She’s like candy, wait until you taste her.”

“No rush,” James smiled. “We have lots of time, enjoy yourself baby. What about you Whitney – you like what my baby is doing to your pussy?”

Whitney looked at her uncle and then saw herself reflected in the mirror. Already she had a new look, wilder and sexier. “Don’t ask fucking stupid questions, James,” She hissed. “This bitch is doing amazing things to my pussy, can’t you hear me squealing like a little piggy?”

“That’s what you are, bitch,” Ophelia urged her. “Alittle lezzie piggy, loving my tongue in your box. Why don’t you swing around and we’ll do asixty-nine, you can eat my pussy while I’m feasting on yours,” She suggested.

“Oohhh yesss, that sounds hot, let’s do that!” Whitney yelped. It was accomplished in a few seconds and James thrilled to the sight of his lovely wife and newly bi-sexual niece gorging themselves on each other’s cunts. Ophelia was probing Whitney’s ass with one slender digit while she ate her, making the teen groan each time. Whitney was doing her best to keep up, although she lacked Ophelia’s expertise. Still, given time, she would soon be right in there with the best of them and practice made perfect. Ophelia and James intended to give her lots of chances to practice and for now, she got an ‘A’ for effort.

Whitney was surprised that she felt neither shame nor revulsion, only high sexual arousal. Having sex with a woman was a trip, her own sexy auntie was an amazing lover. As they broke apart, Whitney was panting. She had lost track of how many cums her gorgeous relative had provided for her, she hoped that Ophelia had at least enjoyed one from her lips and hands.

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I had decided to play hooky from work. By God, I told myself. I deserve a day off. My back-log of projects at work was in control, the boss was out of town and I had needed to get the brakes fixed on my car for a couple of months anyway. So that morning, after sending an email explaining I wouldn’t be in, I took the car to the mechanic and had them drop me off back home while they worked on it. Ann, my wife, was at work. Lisa, my daughter, was at school. I had the house all to myself. For a husband and father a little time alone is like gold.

After a quick sweep of the house to verify that I was home alone, I made a bee-line to my daughter’s room. Ann had told me that last weekend she had happened across a portfolio on Lisa’s desk. It contained a several 8 x 10 pictures of Lisa’s friend Tish in skimpy lingerie and tight swimwear. Lisa told her that Tish was trying to break into modeling and had lent Lisa her portfolio to hold onto so her parents didn’t find out. Ann promised to keep it a secret but told Lisa to keep it put away.

All of this would have been fine, if I never knew any of it. But Ann, who can’t keep her mouth shut, told me about it the next day. The knowledge of that portfolio in our house had been driving me to distraction ever since. I can’t begin to tell you how hot Tish is. Athletic, but voluptuous with long wavy blond hair and dark brown eyes she had been a regular masturbatory fantasy since she started showing up at our house up to use our pool. I was now aching to toss off to those sexy pictures.

(Yes, it was a pathetic goal, but at forty three your horizons are limited.)

Unfortunately I didn’t know where those pictures might be. I looked under her mattress, in her desk, in her bureau; nothing. I started digging through the mess of crap Lisa has on the top shelf of her big walk-in closet. I went through stacks of DVDs, CDs, clothes I’ve never seen her wear. It occurred to me, and not for the first time, that our little girl has life too easy.

When my fingers felt the slick surface of a batch of glossy photos my heart quickened. I pulled down the stack and found about a dozen pictures of… my little Lisa.

In each picture my happy, sweet, 18 year old daughter was topless or completely nude and smiling beautifully at the camera while posed in a variety of cliché but sexy centerfold positions. She was standing with her back arched. She was on her hands and knees. She was stretched out across a bed. But when I reached the photo of her sitting on a chair with her legs spread wide, every detail of her glistening labia open for view, I could go no further. My morbid curiosity had turned sour and the rock hard erection straining against my pants shocked me into disgust. I dropped the stack of photos and stood in the closet rubbing my eyes, as if I could unsee what I had seen.

I don’t know how long I stood there, but a noise out in the hall caught my attention. I pushed shut the closet doors and slapped at the light switch quickly as I heard the footsteps and voices enter the room outside.

Crap! I thought.

I desperately tried to formulate a plan. But it was painfully obvious that I was trapped and totally screwed if someone opened the doors. I heard Lisa’s and some guy’s voices on the other side. The closet had double doors that were slatted, not solid, so light and sound came through to me as I stood poised in the back of the closet. With no other option, I listened in.

“…cut school. We have all day, what do you want to do?” I heard Lisa’s voice ask.

“I got plans,” the guy said insolently. “But first I want a little something from you.” I heard a zipper and something sagging into the bedsprings.

Holy Shit! I moved closer to the door. I didn’t want to know what was going on, but I couldn’t hold myself back.

“What am I going to get out of this?” asked Lisa.

“I got plans,” he said again.

I peeked out between the slats into the room. I could see them clearly, in profile. He was sitting on the bed with his pants around his ankles and she was standing directly in front of him, fully clothed, hands on her hips, looking down, contemplating his semi-hard unit.

“Come-on baby,” he chided her. “Just do this. I got something planned that will blow you away.”

“Weeeell, OK,” She said with ironic hesitation and got down on her knees. She swept her long, straight chestnut-brown hair away from her face, tossed it over her shoulder and looked him in the eye before lowering her face to his lap. She took his member in her hand and began licking up the underside with long, wet laps of her tongue.

“Oh baby,” said the asshole on my daughter’s bed.

His cock had stiffened fully. She paused to look up again but with a hand on the back of her head he firmly guided her mouth down to the swollen head of his manhood. As his dick pushed into her mouth he groaned lustily. She began bobbing her face up and down on his cock and he lay back across the bed to enjoy her attention.

“That’s great babe,” said the douche-bag with his kütahya escort cock in my daughter’s mouth. “Take it deeper”.

“Mmmmff,” grunted Lisa around a mouthful of cock and she began struggling to work as much of him back into her face as she could manage. I heard her choking back her gag reflex as he pushed her head further down onto it at each stroke. He had a long schlong, easily 8 inches, and I almost gasped aloud as she began taking him fully back into her mouth and down her throat.

“Fuuuuuuck,” groaned the fucking piece of shit as he fucked my daughter’s throat.

He began bucking into her face more rapidly as he built to climax. She gasped for breath around his prick and struggled to keep up. Finally he grabbed her head with both hands, rammed his cock fully down her throat one last time and went stiff as a board before releasing his load in a twitching, moaning spasm. He seemed to come forever as he shook and thrashed on the bed with Lisa’s face clasped tightly to his pelvis. Her throat blocked, Lisa began to thrash and try to pull away as her lungs gasped for oxygen.

Finally he let go of her and she collapsed backwards onto the floor, desperately gulping air. I was shaking all over in my closet. My skin was clammy, my breathe was shallow and my cock had a painful, raging hard-on.

“Shit!” She thundered. “You almost killed me!”

Shit, I thought. I almost let him!

“Hey, you know you can trust me babe,” He replied. “How long we been foolin’ around?”

“A couple of weeks,” she said.

Shit! They’ve only been going out for half a month and already he is bouncing his balls on her chin.

“And who taught you to love the taste of cum?”

“You,” she said with a smile.

Christ.

“And who turned you on to eating pussy?”

“You did,” she said coyly.

Gulp.

“And you liked eating my cum out of Tish’s pussy didn’t you?”

“Yeaaaah,” said with a big smile.

Ohmygod…

“And who fucked your ass for the first time last weekend?”

“You.”

This asshole is turning my daughter into a total slut!

“Don’t you forget it. I’m looking out for you babe,” he said as he stood up from the bed and began pulling his pants up. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

He pulled a joint out from his letterman jacket and lit it. Lisa got up and sat next to him on the bed. He passed the joint to her and let out a heroically large cloud of marijuana smoke. They sat in silence for a few minutes, sharing the reefer. Oddly, the fact that my daughter smoked pot was the least distressing thing I’d learned about her today. I wished I could get a couple of tokes on that thing to calm my nerves.

“Well…,” she said. “I trust you, but I am sooo horny and I’m curious what you are going to do about it.”

“OK,” he said with a goofy stoner smile. He took his cell phone out of his jacket and texted something to someone while Lisa waited for him to finish his reply.

“OK!” he said again, putting the phone away. “Remember when we were telling each other our sexual fantasies?”

“Yeah?” she said, suddenly looking nervous.

“What was yours?”

“The one where I’m at home and a gang of burglars break in and take turns fucking me?” she said hesitantly.

He stood again and smiled at her. “Why don’t you put on something you won’t mind getting torn off? I’ve got some burglars I need to meet outside.” He patted her on the head, put on his jacket and walked out of the room.

Lisa sat there stunned for awhile. Then a nervous smile broke out on her face and she began to undress. I watched breathlessly through the horizontal gaps in the slats. I tried not to get turned on, but found myself eagerly inspected her tight young body, her firm but smallish tits, her perfect ass, her dark, well trimmed bush. She reached towards the closet door, and I almost panicked, but she was only reaching for the chair next to the closet where her robe was balled up. She pulled on her robe, lay back on the bed, put in her iPod headphones, turned on her music and waited in pretend cluelessness.

Lisa fidgeted impatiently on the bed as she waited. Before even a minute had passed she was slipping her hand into her robe, teasing her clit and lips with anticipation. Then the door to her room slammed open with a boom that caused me to jump back into the dark recesses of the closet.

As I gingerly moved back up to the door to get a look I could hear Lisa playing her part for the boys. “Help!” she cried. “Please, don’t hurt me” she begged.

I peeked out. Five young men in ski masks surrounded my daughter on her bed. They were already grabbing for her flailing wrists and ankles, easily taking control of her limbs, stretching her out between them.

One, who sounded like her asshole boyfriend, laughed at her, saying “we’re gonna fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before you slut!” He reached over and yanked open her robe, exposing her to the crowd.

“No Please!” she mock-begged as they reached down and started kütahya escort bayan fondling her tits and pussy. “Not that!” she pretend-pleaded as they pulled her off the bed, tore off her robe and placed her on her knees.

They arranged themselves in a tight circle around her. I couldn’t see much, but I could tell that cocks were being brought out and shoved into her mouth as the intruders jockeyed for position. One guy would pump a few stokes in her mouth, then another guy would cut in to slam his cock back to her tonsils, only to be pulled back so another could take a turn. Soon she was taking them two at a time; her full lips stretched thin trying to reach around so much cock. While this was happening a couple of guys pulled her up onto her feet, leaving her bent over, ass sticking well up in the air while others plugged her mouth with their members. They took turns working her cunt and ass with their tongues while they invaded her orifices with well-lubed fingers.

As the ten hands probed and massaged her body; as cocks slammed into her face; as tongues traced around her labia and teased her clit; as fingers buried themselves deeper into her pussy and ass; I saw her young muscles grow tense, I saw her skin bloom scarlet, I saw her knees buckle as she came. She bucked and twisted as the orgasm washed over her, pushing her pelvis backwards vigorously into the half-exposed face of the “burglar” eating her cunt. Laughing, he pulled his face back from her pussy; his ski mask and face soaked with her juice.

“Whoa, I think she’s ready!” laughed the son of a bitch whose face was drenched with my daughter’s cum-juice.

He got into position behind her and in a smooth motion plunged his manhood balls-deep into Lisa. Lisa trashed a bit and was able to get her mouth off a prick just long enough to gasp, “Condoms!”

“Don’t worry babe, these are my bros. I can vouch for them. They won’t come in you,” said her boyfriend behind his mask. With that he gave a lurid wink to his comrades that sent a cold chill down my spine.

What the hell are they up to? I thought.

“Yeah you can trust us,” said the wet-faced bastard who was throwing a vigorous fuck into my lovely daughter’s cunt. “I’ll prove to you I won’t cum in your pussy.” And with that he pulled his hard cock out of her vagina and began pushing it against her sphincter.

Lisa shuddered as the head popped into her. The guys cheered him on as he pushed it deeper and deeper into her squirming ass. A guttural moan emanated from deep in her throat as the last inch entered her.

“Come on, lets put her were we can all get at her”, said one of the fucks waiting to violate my daughter.

The man in her ass took the lead, backing her up to where he could sit on the edge of the bed and fuck her up the anus. I could see her clearly now. Her face was contorted into a grimace of pleasure and pain as she strained to accommodate the full anal penetration she was getting. One of the other guys stepped in and started mashing her tits together around his cock, hoping for a tit fuck.

“Bitch’s tits are too small for a good tit fuck” said the piece of shit who was trying to tit fuck my daughter.

“Here you go” said the ass-fucking-guy as he reached behind her knees and spread her legs to reveal her soggy pussy squirming above her dick-filled asshole.

Lisa looked terrified as the guy let go of her tits and pulled her legs wider. The guy behind her lay back onto the bed and she flopped back on top of him. Lisa squirmed and moaned as the second man slowly penetrated her pussy until finally both men were fully buried deep inside her.

I watched in fascination as my svelte little girl took two cocks into her pelvis. I could see her abdomen bulge from the pressure of two dicks working her in tandem. They began fucking her slowly in unison as Lisa panted, gasped and shuddered between them. Another dude stepped up, tilted her head back and slid his meat into her mouth, curtailing her whimpering grunts. As her every hole was being rammed with man-meat the two remaining guys guided her hands to their pricks, where she began stroking the offered penises in rhythm with the three cocks pumping her internally. She began to match their rhythm, grinding her body back into the fucks being driven into her. Her legs began jerking more wildly with each push and once again I saw her skin flush as her body tensed and thrashed in a vivid orgasm.

As she came, the dude in my daughter’s ass couldn’t hold it anymore and he came too. I watched his pelvis jerk and clench, jerk and clench as he unloaded streams of semen deep up inside her ass. The sight of a sweaty, climax-flushed young woman writhing beneath them really turned on the other guys as well. In short order, the guy she was stroking with her left hand popped off, spraying an unusually large load across her little tits that ran in syrupy strands down her sides to drip on the poor fucker now stuck beneath her.

“Quit dripping your fuckin’ jizz on me dude!” escort kütahya he protested.

Close by his head, Lisa’s head rested, tilted way back, chin up, mouth and throat open as a dude knelt over her and ran his cock in and out of her face. On each stroke, he pulled his cock fully free and then ran it in to the hilt, slapping my lovely progeny in the face with his balls on each stroke. But on an out-stoke, as he watched Lisa’s writhing body get bathed in sperm, he suddenly tensed up and blew his load, soaking Lisa’s face, mouth and neck with another load of spunk.

“Christ man! What the fuck?” complained the man still under Lisa as more semen spattered onto him.

“Don’t come in me!” gasped Lisa thickly through a mouth thick with sperm. I saw the guy deep in Lisa’s pussy tensing up. As he pulled out he was already spurting. Strands of spunk rained down on her belly and tits.

Only the man Lisa was jerking off with her right hand had not come. “Wait, I want you to see this,” he said and pulled her up by a handful of hair at the back of her head. He pulled her over towards closet; towards me! But it was the full length mirror, mounted on the wall beside the closet that was what he was pulling her toward.

“I want you to see yourself.” he said. I recognized Asshole Boyfriend’s voice.

Oh my God. She was such a sight. Still flush from the action, her hair a mess, her skin slick with sweat and sperm; I could see her perfectly as she stood in front of the mirror, regarding herself with blank blue eyes.

“You’re filthy. Clean yourself up,” he snarled at her. She reached for a towel but he told her she couldn’t waste their precious “seed”, she’d have to eat it all. The other guys laughed. Lisa obeyed, scooping strands of sperm from her body and slurping it off her fingers while watching herself in the mirror. Asshole Boyfriend stood by watching and pulling his own pud when he suddenly croaked, “I’m coming!” and brought the tip of his cock to Lisa’s lips. She got on her knees again to take his cock in her mouth and let him pump his semen into her.

My mind was reeling. How the hell was I suppose to cope with this!

“Come on Bitch. You ain’t done yet.” he said and, again grabbing her by the hair, dragged her out of the room, followed by the other guys.

Finally the coast was clear. I waited several minutes to be sure that someone wasn’t about to come back into the room, but nothing happened and I could hear low voices coming from downstairs. I decided to make a break for it.

The stench of semen and pussy and sweat and ass was much stronger outside the closet. The reality of what was happening to my daughter hit me with renewed force. I went to the hall and darted across to my office. If I could get to my phone I could call 911 and clear these assholes out.

But in the office one of the douche-bags who had just been fucking my little girl was sitting in my chair, chatting on the phone, no pants on, with his feet up on my desk. He noticed me enter and I froze, the gig was up!

“Hey, the show is downstairs dude,” he said and motioned down with his thumb.

I was genuinely confused. “Huh?” I said.

“The pussy? The fucking 18 year old pussy you just paid 300 fucking bucks for, dude?” he said rolling his eyes.

He didn’t know who I was! But what the hell was he talking about? In a daze I drifted to the stairs and snuck down part way. Peeking around the landing I saw a large group of men milling around my living room. It looked like over a dozen middle aged and older guys crowded around our coffee table. I searched the crowd and didn’t see anyone I knew. I recognized a few of the faces from around town, but no one I knew well enough to say hello to. Cautiously I came down the stairs and mingled in. No one noticed me; they were all focused on Lisa. She was on the coffee table, tied down on her hands and knees, her eyes blindfolded, her ears covered by my wireless headphones turned loud enough to squawk audibly. There was my only child; blind, deaf, helpless.

Asshole Boyfriend was speaking, “Now that you’ve all paid up, I’d like to introduce you to the young pussy you’ve all been so eager to fuck. I’m passing around her driver’s license as proof she is really 18. You guys are welcome to fuck her in any hole you want. You can use a condom if you want but it’s not required.”

“She on the pill?” asked one of the crowd.

“Nah. But I’m breaking up with her before the weekend, so I don’t give a shit. I prefer my chicks a little fresher than this used up skank’s gonna be after you guys are done with her, so I’ll be kicking her to the curb.”

There was general laughter. I was too dazed to react.

“Well, get started,” urged Asshole Boyfriend; the fucker who was pimping my daughter.

Guys stepped up to her face and pussy and immediately began grinding their fucks into her front and back. Her sweaty body moved in time with the action and her tight muscles coiled like serpents beneath her glossy flesh as she accepted one fuck after another. She seemed to struggle as she realized they were shooting their loads into her pussy, but she was secured tightly and she could do nothing but accept all of the jism being poured into her. I watched in mute agony as I watched one old creep after another step up to use my little girl as a cum dumpster.

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Whores, Strippers, and Prostitutes

Dolly lives with her adult son, Hank, her mother, Loretta, and her grandmother, Rose. Keeping it all in the family, they all have sex with 22-year-old Hank.

Author’s Warning:

This story has graphic, consensual, sexual scenes of incestuous sex between a mother and son, a grandmother and grandson, and a great grandmother and great grandson. If incestuous sex bothers you, please don’t read this story. Please read another story.

Author’s Note:

I write stories for your sexual enjoyment for free. The least that you can do is to vote, leave a comment, and/or e-mail me your thoughts. The only readers who vote all the time, every time, are those mentally disturbed people who give a one vote to every and all stories without even reading the story.

Whether they read the story or not, only one in every 500 hundred readers who opens a story will vote for a story. That’s disturbingly low for a writer looking for encouragement to continue to write stories for you on this site.

In case you are unaware what it takes to write a professional story, it takes about 90 hours over 2 to 3 weeks to visualize, create, write, read, edit, rewrite, reread, and reedit a story over and again before submitting the story.

If only those fans who favored me as their favorite author and/or who favored my story as their favorite story, would vote for my stories, I’d have much more votes and much higher scores. I’d have scores that reflected my hard work in writing stories for you. So, please vote.

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Now, if you’re looking to masturbate while reading this story, please read a different story. Even though they’ll be plenty of incestuous sex in this story, perhaps, not enough for you, but I don’t write pornography, I write erotica. More fact than fiction, I write true stories with plot, dialogue, description, imagery, and tension.

Please don’t be nasty and down vote my story when you leave to read a different story. I’m only giving you a heads-up so that you don’t waste your time reading a story that doesn’t interest you.

Thank you, stay safe, keep a 6′ distance from people, and wash your hands. I pray for all those who have the Coronavirus. God bless you.

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Whores, Strippers, and Prostitutes

As told me by Hank for me to write, this is a true story about his mother, Dolly, his grandmother, Loretta, and his great grandmother, Rose.

Introduction:

“Whore!”

Many people have called my mother a whore, especially women, especially jealous women. Yet, not offended by mere names and labels, my mother, Dolly, is, indeed, a whore. Rather than feeling shame for being a whore, she shrugs and laughs at their insults. If anything, her choice, she likes being a whore.

She’s proud to be a whore. Not only was she a whore, still is a whore, and will always be a whore but also, she worked downtown as a stripper. I don’t know about you but I don’t know of any strippers who aren’t whores. I’m proud to write that my whore of a MILF of a mother had the sexy and shapely body, and still has the sexy and shapely body, to be a stripper and an in-demand whore.

Seriously, think about it. With most mothers short, obese, and out of shape, how many sons can say that their mothers have a good enough of a body to be a stripper? Can you envision your small breasted and/or fat assed mother stripping off her clothes while dancing around a pole as horny, cheering men throw dollar bills at her feet and tuck them in her G-string? Sadly, and the undeniable truth, once most women are married with children, no longer having the time and money that they had to primp and pamper themselves when dating, too many mothers let themselves go.

True, many wives can say the same thing about their husbands. Once they’re married, no longer taking pride in their appearance and never dressing up again, they wear jeans, flannel shirts, and baseball caps. Once they’re married, they may not shower and/or shave every day. Once their married, they eat whatever they want and drink as much as they want. In the same way that women pack on the weight and don’t exercise, done with all of that now that they’re married with kids, men pack on the weight and don’t exercise either.

‘Fat, fat, fat, unless they’re single and looking for a partner for sex everyone is fat. With everyone having donuts for breakfast, fast food for lunch, and pizza or Chinese food for dinner, seemingly, everyone is fat. They work all day and, forget about exercising, they flop themselves on the couch and watch TV all night. Except for my MILF of a mother, my GILF of a grandmother, and my GGILF of a great grandmother most women are fat,’ I thought while staring at my sexy Mom, my shapely grandmother, and my attractive, great grandmother.

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Yet, unless women have career type jobs and are making good money, men support women to stay at home with their children. Granted, that’s not an easy job and most times a thankless job to do but men pay women to do that. Just as giving men sex whenever they kırşehir escort want and as much as they want, staying at home cooking, cleaning, doing laundry, running errands, and taking care of the kids is their job.

For men to continue working and earn more money, women must do their jobs. They signed on for that when they vowed to love, honor, and obey. I know that it’s a sexist thing for me to write but it’s the truth. Sometimes, the truth can be an eyeopener and an awakening that will set you free.

Unfortunately, whether it’s the man or the woman looking to stray, now that they’re no longer naively blinded by love, how dare they go back on their marriage vows? Legally binding, a contract is a contract. Until death do they part, they stood before God, their family, and their friends to swear their forever love for one another and to one another. The same advice that applies to football players, applies to housewives and to husbands. Quoting coach Bill Belichick of the New England Patriots, “Just do your job.”

No longer wearing makeup, doing their hair, and infrequently shaving their legs and other areas, many married women no longer care about their physical appearance in the way that they did when they were dating and trying to hook a man. Instead of wearing a sexy, pretty dress, they wear sweatshirts, sweatpants, and sneakers. Instead of wearing a short, sheer, low-cut, and sexy nightgown to bed they’re covered in long, flannel, granny nightgowns or flannel pajamas from head to toe. They may as well wear a sign around their neck that reads, ‘My pussy and my mouth are closed. No sex tonight or any night.’

Seriously, with them looking frumpy instead of sexy, who wants to have sex with them? Is it any wonder why so very men cheat on their wives? If married women with children took the same pride in their appearance as they once did when they were dating and trying to trap a man into supporting them for the rest of their lives, life would be so different. If married women still looked hot for their husbands, there’d no longer be the need for strip clubs, prostitution, and porn. Everything that men sexually wanted would already be waiting for them in their bedrooms.

“Why go out for hamburger when I have steak at home,” said the late, great Paul Newman about his wife, Joanne Woodward?

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Yet, once women have babies, too many women no longer have sex. Once they’re done dating your ass and marrying your ass, too many women no longer give blowjobs. Forget about them wanting a cum bath, forget about them swallowing your cum, too many women no longer suck cock. Sexless wives are why ‘the other’ women make their living prostituting themselves and having paid for sex with your husbands. Sexless wives and cheating husbands, along with money issues, are the main reasons for failed marriages and divorce.

Admittedly, even though I write this stuff, I wouldn’t have an audience if you didn’t read this stuff. Think about it. How would you feel if your wife stared at naked, erect pricks in the way that you stare at big, naked breasts? How would you feel if your wife sexually commented on other men in the way that you always sexually comment on other women? How would you feel if your wife sexually lusted over other men in the way that you sexually lusted over other women?

No longer present in your sexual relationships, you’re sexually thinking of someone else when you should be thinking of her. Even when you’re having sex with your wife, you’re thinking about having sex with her mother, her sister, your mother, or your sister. Even when your wife is stroking your cock while sucking your cock, you’re thinking about your neighbor, your co-worker, her best friend, or some hot celebrity stroking your cock while sucking your cock. What’s wrong with you? Is it any wonder why your wife no longer wants to blow you?

Think about it because it’s true but did you know that reading and/or watching porn is akin to cheating on your wife. Whether she’s someone you see on the street, neighbors, co-workers, or relatives, you’re taking time and your feelings away from your woman by lusting over another woman. How dare you? What’s wrong with you to cheat on your wife and the mother of your children, whether physically or in your heart and in your mind? That’s just nasty. You’re nasty.

With you no longer physically, mentally, and emotionally there in your sexual relationship, is it any wonder why your wife no longer doesn’t want to have sex with you? Duh? What the Hell are you thinking? Your differences are just as much your fault as it is her fault. It takes two to ruin a relationship.

After you read this story and all of my stories, I want you to turn off your computer until next Saturday when I post another story. I want you to make out with your wife as if she’s a porn star while stripping her naked. I want you to lick her pussy while fingering her pussy. I want you to give your wife a sexually orgasm with your fingers and your tongue.

Then, not nearly done there, kırşehir escort bayan I want you to make love to your wife before fucking her hard and fast enough for her to cum. Maybe then, she’ll take your in her mouth again. Maybe then, she’ll not only suck your cock but also will allow you to cum in her mouth and even allow you to give her a cum bath.

“Good luck and you’re welcome for me saving your marriage.”

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Whores, Strippers, and Prostitutes

A loving son not only has incestuous sex with his mother but also, he has incestuous sex with his grandmother and great grandmother.

Author’s Note:

This is a true story as told to me by Hank, not Henry nor Harry but Hank, just Hank. He was named after Hank Williams, the country music legend from the late 40’s and early 50′. His forty-one-year-old mother, Dolly, aka Cherry, Kitty, and Bambi, named after Dolly Parton, loved country/western music, too. With her dyed, blonde hair, her pretty face, and her double D, bra cup breasts, she resembled a taller and younger version of Dolly Parton, especially when she was singing and playing her guitar.

Dolly’s mother, Hank’s grandmother, Loretta, aka Bunny, Cashmere, and Diamond was named after Loretta Lynn and loved country-western music, too. Like mother, like daughter, Loretta had a pair of double D breasts, too. Big breasted women ran in their family as all of the women were either a D cup or a double D cup.

A musical family, when they weren’t stripping off their clothes while dancing around a pole, they played music and sang together. Dolly played the fiddle, the guitar, the banjo, and the mandolin. Loretta played the accordion and the piano while singing. Rose played the mouth organ when not singing. Sometimes, to earn a few extra dollars, when not stripping, resplendent with color coordinated cowgirl hats and boots, they’d play for weddings and special event gatherings at the VFW while wearing their sexiest, country-western outfits.

If only the men that they musically entertained knew that they were all whores, strippers, and prostitutes, wouldn’t they be surprised? If they all knew that they were all whores, strippers and prostitutes, instead of having them entertain them musically, they’d want the women to entertain them sexually. They’d gladly install a pole for them to dance around while stripping off their clothes. Instead of playing their musical instruments while singing, they’d much rather have the women play their sexual instruments while sucking and fucking.

A family tradition, Dolly’s fifty-nine-year-old mother, Loretta, worked as a stripper in the late 80’s. Dolly’s grandmother, seventy-six-year-old Rose, aka Feathers, Bubbles, and Silky worked as a stripper in the late 60’s to earn her living, too. Another family tradition, just out of high school, Dolly, Loretta, and Rose were all pregnant by their 18th birthdays. With Dolly not knowing who the father was, with the help of her mother and grandmother, they raised Hank, her baby, on their own.

# # #

Unlike many of my friends’ mothers, my mother was the definition of MILF, a mother that I’d like to fuck. Actually, unlike many sons who sexually fantasized of having sex with their mothers, I have fucked her many times and hope to continue to fuck her forever. Sexy and shapely, she never left the house without looking like a million dollars. A real, head turner, every man would turn to look, stare, and ogle her as she walked by them on the street. A real, sexy mama, every woman would give her looks of envy while wishing that they looked like her.

Retired now, she made good money stripping. She’d earn much more money posing topless while wearing her G-string, than she’d earn working as a hostess at a restaurant. She’d earn much more money undressing herself while dancing than she’d earn as a private secretary for a man who ogled her and copped cheap, desperate, and inappropriate, sexual feels of her sexy and shapely body. Unembarrassed and unashamed, she earned extra money on the side prostituting herself and sucking and fucking cocks at private parties.

“I’m tired, Hank,” said my mother coming home from work and kicking off her high heels. “My back hurts and my shoulders are sore. Do me a favor, Sweetie. Massage my aching back and my sore shoulders.”

Fortunately, for me, once a stripper always a stripper, as if she was still stripping on stage, she’d stand, turn to face me, and seductively stare at me. Unembarrassed and unashamed, as if I was a customer holding a fistful of dollar bills and this was my first time seeing my mother in her big, white, low-cut, and sexy brassiere, she’d slowly unbutton and remove her blouse. Then, reaching around herself while sexily teasing me, she’d slowly remove her bra in front of me while I stared at her big, double D cup, naked breasts.

‘The obvious benefits of being a stripper’s son, I love my mother’s big tits,’ I thought.

She’d move to the couch to lay on her stomach for me to give her a deep tissue, back and shoulder escort kırşehir massage. Obediently obeying her by giving my mother what she wanted and needed, I massaged her naked back and shoulders. When she lay on her stomach, her big tits stuck out from both sides of her. Unable to resist while massaging her back, but controlling myself from reaching beneath her to finger her big, erect nipples, I groped and felt the sides of her exposed, naked breasts.

“My knees hurt. I’ve been on my knees all night,” she’d say with a dirty laugh, no doubt from all of the blowjobs that she gave in the VIP room. “Put some of that heat ointment on my knees, too,” she said turning on her back and pushing her feet back to raise her knees.

When she raised her knees, the hem of her short skirt fell all the way back to expose her bright, white, panty clad pussy. In the way that I stared at my mother’s naked breasts, I stared at her panties. I loved seeing her panties as much as I love seeing her naked tits. After massaging her back and shoulders, and rubbing ointment on her knees, I was tempted to rub my mother’s pussy through her panties.

As if I was massaging her naked ass, which I’ve done many times, I lovingly applied soothing ointment to her knees. Never tiring of seeing my mother’s naked breasts, I paid special attention to her big tits. After she moved from her stomach to her back for me to apply some heat ointment to her knees, as my special treat for giving her a back massage, she’d allow me to have my wicked, sexual way with her naked breasts. She’d allow me to touch them, feel them, and fondle her big breasts.

More than any other woman’s tits, I truly loved my mother’s big tits. An admitted big, breast lover, all the women in my family have big tits. I touched, felt, and fondled my mother’s tits as if I had never groped her tits before. Then, when she closed her eyes to softly sleep, I’d pull, turn, and twist her nipples while sucking her big tits. It’s one thing to for me to have my wicked, sexual way with a woman’s naked breasts but it’s something else entirely for me to have my wicked, sexual way with my mother’s naked breasts.

‘How many sons wished they could see their mother’s naked breasts,’ I wondered while staring at my mother’s big, naked tits. ‘How many sons wished they could touch, feel, fondle, and grope their mother’s naked breasts. How many sons wished they could pull, turn, and twist their mother’s nipples? Then, I stared at my mother’s bright while panties while wanting to have sex with her. ‘How many sons wished they could see their mother’s panties in the way that I’m seeing them now?’

“That feels good what you’re doing to my nipples, Hank, but you’re making me all wet,” she said turning her head to give me a sexually aroused look with her naughty smile. “Do me a favor, after I shower, I want you to eat me. I want you to eat your mother. I love it when you finger my pussy while licking my cunt with one hand and fingering my nipples with your other hand,” said my mother. “I need to cum and I love it when you give me a sexual orgasm by giving me oral sex.”

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After working as a stripper and, then, prostituting herself all night, I was happy to eat my mother’s cunt. As if I’ve never seen her naked before, I watched as she emerged from the shower and, as if she was my woman instead of my mother, she entered her bedroom naked. I felt so lucky.

‘How many men wished that they could see their mothers, especially their MILF of a mothers naked,’ I thought? How many men wished that they could have their wicked, sexual way with their mothers’ naked breasts and their mother’s naked pussies? How many men wished they could give their mothers’ sexual pleasure by fingering and licking their cunts.’

With her ready for me to eat her, as soon as she climbed on the bed and spread her legs, I took my usual position. Where most men only think of their own sexual satisfaction, especially when with a prostitute, they seldom give a whore any sexual pleasure. Never thinking of her as a whore but as my mother, I wanted to give her sexual pleasure. Determined to make her cum, I rubbed her clit, while fingerfucking her pussy and licking her cunt. Then, reaching up with my other hand, I pulled, turned, and twisted her erect nipples.

“Hank. Oh, Hank. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Mommy is cumming. Mommy is cumming. Rub me harder. Finger me deeper. I’m almost there,” she said with sexual arousal. “I’m almost there. Don’t stop.”

As if she was alone in her bedroom masturbating herself, no longer having to roleplay and pretend her sexual arousal for Johns, she had a quiet orgasm. I allowed her a few moments to enjoy the afterglow of sex before continuing.

Then, I climbed down from her bed and stood beside her. When she rolled over to me, I moved closer to her mouth for her to stroke and suck my cock. She took me in her hand to stroke me and finger the head of my prick with her manicured fingers before taking me in her mouth to suck me.

Even now, after so very many times that my mother has blown me, it was still difficult to wrap my head around her was sucking my prick. She was such and experienced cocksucker. Even better than the blowjobs that I received from my grandmother and the gum jobs that I received from my great grandmother; my mother always gave me the best blowjobs that I ever had.

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It was always nice when her son came home during those breaks from college.

Yet another benefit was that Jack was a tech wizard. Not exactly a nerd, but he knew his stuff. She asked him to buy her the latest webcam along with a headset and microphone attached to it. Even though her equipment was still new, she reasoned to him that as a lawyer, she needed to interact with her clients online using the highest resolution possible– a simple ruse.

Later that night, after Jack had installed the good stuff, and they were both in their rooms, it was time for Maureen’s other job. The one that no one would ever know about. Or so she assumed…

Good thing Jack’s room was down the hall. He’d never be able to hear this.

She opened her closet and sifted passed all her suits and blazers to find the right negligee for the night. It was black and mostly see through. It covered her breast area and she’d be wearing panties underneath.

After undressing, she slipped on the negligee. Next came the most important part. A black mask which covered much of her face. It was big enough to conceal her identity. Yet small enough to showcase her pretty smile and beautiful eyes.

She put a few touches of makeup and gave her hair a quick toss. Then she gave herself a once-over on a full length mirror.

Perfect!

The final pieces of the puzzle were all the things in her drawer. She neatly placed her small selection of sex toys on the computer table; different sized dildos and vibrators. Some lube too, in case anyone wanted anal.

Maureen sat in front of her computer and went to a popular adult webcam site, then logged into her performer’s account. She was listed under the mature category. It was 9 pm, the time in which her fans had expected her, along with countless passersby.

She typed a few quick ‘hellos’ to her regulars. There was some discussion on her new equipment. Now, the resolution of her was much sharper, HD quality. She also informed her viewers that she couldn’t talk tonight, only type.

Tips flowed in. So did the requests. She started small since the tips were small. A little dance. She got up and moved sexily for them. Not bad given her age and busy work schedule. A few close ups of her tongue, which people also loved, and she blew a few kisses right into the cam, which sent more tips her way.

As the tips piled up, it was time to get more risque. She pulled down the side of her negligee to reveal her breast and hard pink nipple. With more tips, she did the same with her other breast, and her top was fully down.

There were requests for oral action, and the tips followed to back up that request. She took a dildo and showed the room how she liked to suck. How it would be for them. Letting them wish they could feel it. She winked through the black mask, teasing them further as she sucked.

With more tips, she used a small vibrator in her pussy. But no close up, yet. There weren’t enough tips for that at the moment.

A massive tip came. A horny guy was dying to hear more of Maureen’s famous dirty talk. They didn’t know exactly what she did for a living, but her online followers knew that she was a professional woman. They were also dying to hear that voice in higher resolution.

With enough pleading — and tips — Maureen relented and used her new headset. She whispered some dirty words to the large group of users in her chatroom. Words which always drove them crazy. How they loved hearing a professional woman talk nasty.

More tips came and people begged her to speak up. So she spoke a little louder and got carried away in the moment, which tended to happen.

As the vibrator buzzed in her pussy and the headset covered her ears, she was lost in the moment. Totally consumed by the sensations.

She only knew her bedroom door opened because she saw it move through the corner of her eye. She swiftly pulled the headset off her ears.

The voice on the other side called out, while opening the door:

“Mom, did you say someth….”

Jack’s words stopped when he peaked inside the bedroom and saw his mother there. Black face mask. Tits exposed. A vibrator in her pussy. Her computer screen on a webcam porn site.

Maureen’s jaw dropped and her eyes widened. She froze completely.

“Sorry…” Jack gasped, quickly closing the door and leaving.

Maureen nearly burst into tears, right in front of her audience. But she fought the tears and immediately logged off, something she’d never do without saying ‘goodnight’ to her audience first.

She tried desperately to summon her courage and put herself back together- emotionally speaking. She put the vibrator on the table and pulled her negligee up to cover her breasts. She pulled her mask away. Then she put on a robe to cover herself.

It was time for a much needed conversation.

***

Jack’s bedroom door was slightly open and the lights were on. She gently pushed it opened and entered, while he was playing a computer game. Naturally, he turned awkward when he saw her enter.

“Can you come downstairs, please?” she manavgat escort asked uncomfortably. “We need to talk. Now.”

He agreed, but he clearly didn’t want to. Who would?

Once downstairs, she was in the kitchen fixing them some hot chocolate, while he waited in the dining room. When it was ready, she brought the drinks and they sat down facing each other.

“This isn’t necessary,” he said calmly. “Seriously. I don’t care.”

“Shouldn’t you care? I’m your mother.”

The look on Jack’s face said it all. Of course he cared! It’s a fucking weird conversation! He just didn’t want to sit there having an agonizing talk over what he had witnessed earlier.

He shook his head. “It’s not a big deal. Forget it.”

“You’re a young man. And you spend plenty of time on your computer. I’m assuming you know what I was doing?”

Jack reluctantly nodded.

“It’s for a website,” she explained.

“I’m familiar with webcam stuff, mom. Everyone is these days. God, I could have visited that site, whichever it was.”

“I know. I know. But I won’t apologize for what I do.”

“Do you need the money or something?” he asked, completely puzzled by all this. “I could get a part-time job if you want me to.”

“This has nothing to do with money,” she insisted.

He went silently for a moment. “Oh, so it’s just…that’s your thing…”

“Something like that,” she sighed. “Look, it’s been lonely for me since the divorce. Absolutely lonely. My love life is non-existent because of my job.”

“I understand. But that? Online?”

For the first time since this conversation began, Maureen took control and refused to be a victim. She refused to be questioned in a judgmental tone. She sat upright and held her chin high. It was time for the courtroom lawyer to appear.

“I won’t apologize,” she said sternly. “I don’t need to. If you want answers, I’ll give them to you. But I refuse to feel like I’m somehow a slut or whore.”

Jack immediately backed down. “Okay, okay. I never thought you were any of those things.”

“I’m only telling you this because I don’t want you thinking any less of me. I never thought you’d ever find out. So I want to make myself clear so there won’t be any lingering thoughts on your mind. Understood?”

“Yes mom.”

She took a deep breath. “The truth is, your father knew I was an exhibitionist at heart. He loved showing me off. So he came up with the idea of us doing webcam things together. I eventually agreed, and I found it enthralling.”

Jack nodded, mesmerized by the erotic story of his mother.

She continued, “It started small. Chat rooms. Other couples. Things like that.”

“It’s common these days.”

Maureen nodded. “Apparently, websites filled with cam models are common too. He convinced me that we should join. After our first session for dozens of people, I was hooked. I was unstoppable. It satisfied something in me that…well… I shouldn’t go into further detail, but you get the idea.”

“That makes sense. Obviously I was, you know, shocked as hell.”

She finally managed to crack a smile. “You think you were shocked? Imagine how I felt?”

“I bet.”

“I’m glad we’ve been able to clear this up,” she said. “Or at least try.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

He hesitated for a moment. “Are you going to keep doing this?”

Maureen looked him straight in the eyes. Did she really owe him an answer to that? This shouldn’t even be his business. She had already told him more than she needed to. But something inside of her craved honesty.

The problem was, she didn’t know the answer.

“I don’t know if I’ll continue,” she eventually said.

He gave a half smile. “Mom, whenever you give that expression, and you’re undecided, it means you’re still going to do it. You’re just emotional right now. But you won’t stop.”

“I’m almost afraid you’re right.”

***

Maureen spent the next day in the office, speaking with clients on the phone, working on memos, and researching cases. When her assistants were busy and she had some extra time alone, she visited the webcam site.

Being a webcam model had been an amazing, fulfilling, and lust filled ride. Certainly an experience she’d always cherish. But after that moment of carelessness and being caught by her son, could she really continue with this sexual adventure?

As she sat there in her office looking at her profile page, the answer was clear. This online persona had become part of her sexual identity. It was also a huge stress reliever from her busy days and courtroom battles.

Of course she would continue!

She browsed at the different categories, at the different models, and she remained in awe of how many users there were. It still boggled her mind knowing how many people had seen her naked and masturbating on cam.

Also on her mind was the fact that her son viewed cam sites too. He seemed way too familiar with it, which shouldn’t have come as a surprise. Had Jack ever been to this particular manavgat escort bayan cam site? Worse, had Jack ever swung by her chatroom by coincidence? Had he ever seen her perform?

These thoughts swirled through her mind as she daydreamed. Her eyes focused on the different categories and performers. More thoughts swirled through her mind when she saw something eye-catching being advertised.

A smile crept on her face. Her pussy clenched. She now had a plan.

***

By the time it was dinner, Maureen had already planned out her entire speech, much like she’d present a case to a judge or jury. She had already thought of her main arguments, rebuttals, and the all important approach.

She had decided that the best approach was to be straightforward, in gradual paces. To make things easier, she poured herself some wine for additional courage.

“About last night,” she casually said after they finished eating. “Do you really visit those types of sites?”

Jack’s eyes widened. “Really? I thought we were done with this?”

“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking today, and I was curious. You mentioned how you were familiar with these sorts of sites. Are there any particular sites you frequent?”

He sighed, “I don’t think we should…”

“Answer me,” she replied, cutting him off. “I’m genuinely curious. Besides, it’s not like I’m in a position to judge.”

After a moment of skepticism and hesitation, Jack listed two webcam sites that he claimed he sometimes browsed, though Maureen was certain that he visited them more often than he was willing to admit.

Nevertheless, she was relieved that he had never visited the site which she broadcasted her cam. Not that it would have mattered, if this plan were to work.

“Nice choices,” she smiled. “You have good taste.”

Jack gave a playfully skeptical look. “Mom, you’re up to something. Whatever it is, just say it. Spare us the awkwardness and let’s get to the point.”

“Fine. But hear me out. Make your decision once I’ve explained everything to you. And I want you to keep an open mind on the matter.”

“Sure.”

“Tonight is Couples Night on the website,” she explained. “It’s a chance for users to see their favorite performers with another partner. Meaning, users get to see, shall we say, a few extra things with a male performer. Now hang on a second, Jack, before you make a comment. Hear me out.”

“Mom, I didn’t say anything.”

She nodded. “Tonight is also known as Incest Monday. Please don’t comment yet, it’s just a fancy name.”

“I didn’t say a word, even though that’s a very strange name to appear on a webcam site.”

“It’s for fake incest. That’s when couples would roleplay on cam for users to see. Basically the cam models would pretend they’re family members; like mother/son if there’s an age gap, or brother/sister if they’re both young adults, or…”

“Mom, I get the idea,” he said awkwardly.

“It’s a very popular fantasy, you know? Those sorts of stories are quite popular on erotica sites such as Literotica. There’s a huge demand for it.”

“Yeah, I know…uhh…I mean, okay. Whatever people like.”

She smiled at her son’s slip up. “The point I’m making is that couples who do incest roleplay gets tons of viewers on their page. Tons. More views, more attention, more tips, more everything.”

“I still don’t get why you’re telling me this.”

Maureen took a deep breath. “Let’s do a couples chat together.”

As she expected, Jack was blown away by the suggestion. Stunned beyond belief. Frankly, she was stunned too, that she even had the courage to ask such a thing.

“Tell me you’re joking,” he managed to say.

“I’m absolutely serious. Be honest, have you ever fantasized about me before?”

Jack was totally caught off guard and seemed endlessly frustrated. His reaction was an instant giveaway. Maureen got the answer already.

“I— wait a minute. What does that have to do with anything? Totally irrelevant.”

“I know it’s a common fantasy,” she tried reassuring. “There are tons of stories written by young men about it. And in my chatroom, people ask me all the time if I have a son. When I say yes, that I have a college boy, I get flooded with all sorts of lewd questions. So be honest. Just answer me.”

He huffed. “Sure I have. I mean, you’re gorgeous. I’m not proud of doing that, but it just happened.”

“Masturbation doesn’t just happen.”

“Oh god,” he sighed in embarrassment. “This is horrible.”

“There are three reasons why I want you to join me,” she said firmly.

“I’m dying to hear them.”

“First,” she said. “Young men like yourself visit a variety of different porn sites these days. It’s only a matter of time before you accidentally stumble across my room and see me perform. Rather than sneak around, I want us to be open and honest about everything.”

Jack listened attentively.

She continued, “Second, doing this in my bedroom is a huge escape from my stressful life. It takes me to another world. escort manavgat I love my audience. I love the spotlight. It gives me a thrill that I can’t get anywhere else. So having a partner and doing a couples chat would allow me to reach a wider audience. I can’t trust my webcam secret with anyone else. And since you already know, I want you to be my partner, because I know you’d never tell anyone.”

At this point, Jack hung on every word, trying to understand this unusual situation.

“Thirdly,” she said. “And most importantly. You bear a striking resemblance to your father. You have all his best qualities, without any of his negatives. As crazy as this sounds, doing this with you would bring back so many warm, loving memories of doing this with your father. I’ve always been a sucker for romance, and this is the most romance I’d feel in a long time. So what do you say?”

It was all laid out there. Maureen perfectly stated all the points she had thought up in her office earlier, and verbatim too.

Now was the waiting part. Jack paused for a few seconds, but like the old cliche goes, it felt like an eternity, until he finally spoke.

“Do I have to show my face?” he cautiously asked.

She smiled broadly. “No way. I’ll wear my sexy mask. You keep your face off camera.”

“Will the viewers know that we’re actually a mother/son duo?”

“I’ll tell them. But the thing is, lots of online couples say they are, and it’s obviously a roleplay. I’m sure many of my viewers will believe me though. I’ll convince them. And it’ll drive them wild.”

“What will I have to do?”

Maureen’s smile morphed into a sly grin. “Oh, nothing really. Just stand there while I suck your cock, then you can fuck me.”

She was thoroughly amused at Jack’s priceless reaction. How shocked he was. How amusing it looked. How crazy this situation was.

Although he’d never admit it, Maureen was positive that Jack had instantly become erect.

***

9 pm was fast approaching. Maureen was already dressed in sexy lingerie, naked underneath, and she slipped on her skimpy black facemask. She had already fixed her hair nicely, and wore extra mascara and red lipstick to make herself look even sexier.

While logging in to the porn site, the realness of the situation grew when Jack came to her bedroom wearing nothing but his boxers, as she had instructed. He looked uncharacteristically shy and timid, but the faint bulge poking through told another story.

“You look handsome,” she teased.

“I doubt anyone would care about me. You’re the star of the show.”

“You’re right; they just want to see me sucking that delicious cock of yours. Now have a seat on the bed. The show’s about to start soon.”

She went to her control panel and did all sorts of things, requesting access to appear on the couples chat on ‘incest night.’ Success! She was in and a longtime fantasy was about to come true, with her son of all people!

“And we’re live,” she said.

The moment Maureen’s online profile was listed on the cam site, viewers started pouring in. All of them ecstatic that they’d finally get to see her sucking on a real cock, instead of a sex toy.

The enthusiasm in the room grew when users pointed out that she was listed under the incest theme as well. People wanted to know if she was going to roleplay with that young stud sitting on the bed (with his face out of the screen.) She was pleased to announce that this was the real thing.

Maureen put on her new headset and spoke to the group. “There’s nothing fake here. He’s my son, that many of you have been asking about. I obviously can’t prove this, but you’ll have to take my word for it. He’s my son. And this show is real.”

Automatically, the tips came pouring in, along with a slew of comments.

Real incest?! Oh shit!

what a dream come true!

Lucky guy.

this is going to be the best night ever!

have you two been fucking for long?

Maureen responded to the last question. “Actually, no. We’ve never done anything before. Honestly. Nothing besides an innocent kiss. This will be the first time that I’ve ever touched him in a sexual way. On this special night, all of you get to witness this.”

The online reaction was immense. She watched as the tips came flooding in, along with all the wonderful comments. Most of all, the number of views she had in her chatroom were at a peak she’d never had before. This was going to be a hit.

She set a financial goal. She made it clear that the more they tipped, the more they’d see. If they’d tip high enough, they’d get to witness some incestuous oral action. More tips, they’d get to see some fucking.

With enough tips at this point, she owed it to her audience to show them something. And she did.

“Nudity has been reached,” she informed her audience. “Believe it or not, my son has never seen me fully nude. Thanks to all of you, it’s going to be a reality for him.”

She blew a kiss to the webcam as the audience went wild, then she turned and winked at Jack, who sat there stunned like a puppy dog with his tongue out.

Despite being a rigid lawyer for her day job, Maureen did have a few moves. None of these moves came naturally to her, as she wasn’t much of a dancer, or a show person. These moves came from a long learning experience and gradually allowing her inhibitions to slip away throughout her time as a cam model.

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After a full day on the beach with my cousin and his family, we all started packing up to head back to his place.

As we split up to ferry our beach supplies back to the parking lot, Emma detoured off to the left between some cabanas. Being unfamiliar, I stood looking at both paths, until she crooked her little finger at me. “You need to see what’s over here, Uncle Mikey.” Then she flashed a snow-white breast at me, and I immediately followed her.

She detoured off the path behind a cabana, and, looking over her shoulder, beckoned me to follow. She spun around me and gave me a smile, “gotta get out of this wet bathing suit!” Then she had me hold up a large beach towel to shield her as she changed out of her bikini. As I held the towel and looked over my shoulder to make sure the coast was clear, I felt something drape over my shoulder. I turned my head to see that it was her bikini top. She pulled the towel down just a little so that we were face to face and said, “I need to brush some of this sand off.”

She pulled the towel down some more and begin to brush off her breasts, gazing at me the entire time. I tried to look away, but her firm little C-cups and her hard red nipples standing out from the pure white flesh of her breasts had me mesmerized. There was just a thin line of sunburn separating the pale virginal skin from her honey-hued tan.

I looked up into her eyes and she saw that I was under her spell. “Kiss me,” she ordered. Despite the precariousness of the situation, I leaned in for a soft kiss. She slipped one hand behind my head and held me to her as we made out. Then, breaking the kiss, she whispered in my ear, “now my nipples.” I looked around once, realizing that we had little privacy, but she licked my ear wetly and said it again, a little firmer. “Kiss my nipples, Uncle Mike.”

I lowered my face to her chest and took a nipple in my lips. Holding it in my mouth I begin to run my tongue around and around the little nub as it hardened for me. “Mmmm, I like that,” she hummed. “Now the other one.” I obliged with the same treatment and then begin to suck on her, taking a mouthful of her deep inside. She moaned again alanya escort then leaned down and licked deep in my ear. Pulling the towel back up she ducked down to pull off her bikini bottoms. I couldn’t help myself from looking over the towel and watching her dance out of them, revealing her firm little white ass and soft brown fur. She looked up at me and, holding them to my face, giggled, “look how wet they are, and I didn’t even pee in them!” I didn’t even have to look, I could smell her in them.

“You know, but now that I think about it, I really do have to pee,” Emma said in mock seriousness.

“Oh God, no. Please,” I groaned. But it was too late. Naked, my niece squatted against the Cabana and spread her tanned thighs. The white flesh which had been beneath her bikini fairly glowed in contrast. Using two fingers of her right hand she spread her lips and revealed the pink flesh between them. Almost instantly her little pee hole began to produce a golden stream which reached a good foot and a half in front of her. This picture would be forever frozen in my mind; my niece, completely naked, thighs spread apart, squatting in the sunshine and peeing in the sand. Smiling at me the entire time.

“You know Uncle Mike, if we come up here by ourselves sometime, this could be a lot of fun.” Still peeing, she stood up and walked towards me. Since she still held her lips apart, the stream did not diminish and I watched breathlessly as it approached me in the sand until the warm liquid began to splatter on my feet. I still held the towel as Emma peed on my feet, and she reached through it and squeezed my cock. ” You could lay right here in the dunes, and I could squat down and pee all over you. We could roll around in the sand and then maybe I could lick your big fat cock. We could take all the time we wanted, we’d have time to make you cum. Wouldn’t that be fun?”

Just then we heard her mom calling for her. That broke the trance, and I thought that it would get it her moving. But still she stood there, naked, as the last of the stream dribbled from her.

“But if you’re feeling really brave, alanya escort bayan I can make you come right now! Prob’ly wouldn’t take a second,” she teased, reaching for my erection.

I was starting to panic a little. “Come on Emma, we’ve got to get going,” I pleaded. But always the tease, she took her time.

Slowly she bent over, her sweet ass spreading as she picked up her white shorts, her little rosebud shone bright pink in the sunshine. She put one leg in and then stopped. “Oops, I almost forgot my panties! That would be naughty!” She reached in her bag and pulled out a little pink scrap and bent over even farther and danced into her panties. I looked around, sure we were about to be discovered. “Aren’t you going to watch me put on my panties Uncle Mike?” I look back just in time to see her sweet pussy disappear into the thong.

Realizing that time was up, I threw the towel over my shoulder, tossed her bikini into her bag, and headed down the path. “Hey, where are you going?” she squealed, and I heard her scrambling to get dressed. “I’m standing here in nothing but a pair of panties! Ooh, I’m going to get you for this,” she laughed. I looked back to see her wearing her panties and a t-shirt, hopping on one leg as she tried to put on her shorts. We were both laughing when she lost her balance and fell into the sand. She arched her back and pulled the shorts up, zipped up, then stood and tried to shake the sand out of her shorts.

“Now I’ve got sand sticking to my coochie! You want to know who’s going to clean that up?” she asked in a warning tone as she ran past me. She veered off the path and ran through the dunes taking an alternate route towards the parking lot. Just as she disappeared her mother came into view. “Isn’t Emma with you?”

“Not me, I was just using the restroom.”

“All alone?”

“Yup, just me.”

Susie studied me, swaying just a bit, and gave me a drunken smile.

“I remember when you used to like a little bit of company when you had your cock out. Like at weddings?”

Susie and I had had a little drunken tryst in a ladies’ room during escort alanya a family wedding reception a decade earlier. Although we were interrupted before we could completely violate our wedding vows, we were left alone long enough to get a little taste of each other. This is a story for another time, but I had left the wedding with her panties in my pocket and her essence on my lips. She had left with a little bit of cream in her tummy, and maybe a drop or two in her hair. We had mutually agreed later that nothing had ever happened.

“Susie, you know I’m pretty sure I was supposed to forget all about that!”

She pulled me aside, put her lips to the same ear her daughter had licked moments before, and whispered, “I’ve tried, I really have, but when I see my daughters getting all giggly with you I get, well, someday we might just have to go down that path again.” Looking around and seeing nobody she knew, she reached out to squeeze my cock. Finding it hard, but not knowing that her oldest daughter had put me in that condition, she smiled, “Hmm, looks like I wouldn’t have a whole lot of trouble talking you into it either!”

“Well…” I hesitated.

“Well, take your suit off, or well, I’ll think about it?” Taking my hand she brazenly cupped her pussy over her one-piece suit. I could feel the warmth of her, the sponginess of her bush, and she moved closer. She moved my hand to her ass, and I cupped it, pulling her in close, my cock encased in her tummy. I looked down into her baby blues, and she smiled. “I don’t know why you and your big old dick just make me want to be so bad.”

I kissed her as I’d just kissed her daughter, and she responded with a slow teasing tongue dance. My fingertips reached deeper, finding the back of her pussy, pressing into the softness, and Susie moaned into my mouth.

I lowered my lips to her neck, and softly sucked and licked her as she reached into my trunks and began to tease the head of my full erection. Suddenly I saw movement over her shoulder, and there was Emma peering over a dune. Her hand covered her mouth, and her eyes were wide. She shook her head and smiled as she headed to the cars. A few seconds later she called out from farther away, “Mom! Uncle Mike! Let’s go!”

Another squeeze of my cock, a slap on her luscious ass, and we headed to join the family.

“Just wait, Mikey. I’m gonna make you forget about all these bikinied youngsters,” she warned.

“I know you will, you little slut,” I lied.

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It was a busy Friday night, the wall of screens across from my desk were all filled with guests in their rooms. Some alone, some not. Some engaged in…activities, some simply watching television or eating a snack. Beside me, the phone rang again but my co-worker reached for it first.

“Guest Services, this is Taryn speaking,” she said smoothly into the receiver. “Mmm yes Mr. David, I can absolutely do that for you.”

I laughed softly. Taryn had one hell of a sexy operator voice. The fact was, I did too. After all, it was part of the job.

As Taryn efficiently took down room 232’s order, I tapped my fingers on the keyboard in front of me, rotating the rooms displayed on the screens. There were four of us monitoring each floor at night, ready and able to assist with anything a guest might require. Whether answering the phones to arrange for a service or late night meal. Or we could take a more hands on approach. That was always an option for us and one I tried to take advantage of at least once a week. For the requests we didn’t find appealing, we had a whole crew of bulls and bunnies at our disposal to fulfill pretty much any ask. Management didn’t want anyone participating in a service that didn’t get them off as well, they found that the more authentic the interaction, the higher the reviews were afterward by the guests. It really was just good business sense. The happier the guest, the more revenue we made.

“Claire?”

I looked up and Dash, one of our most popular bulls, smiled down at me.

“Hey there handsome,” I grinned, happy to flirt a little with the well endowed stud. “Not on duty tonight?”

He chuckled and smoothed a hand down his chest, purposefully showing off the six pack under his light weight tee. “Just wrapped up with 402.”

“Oh yeah?” I asked and swore I wouldn’t be jealous of the answer. “Any good?”

He nodded and cupped his crotch before leaning against my desk. “Her ass drained my balls twice before sending me on my way.”

My eyebrows rose in surprise. For a woman to take Dash two times in a row – in her ass no less – was quite the feat.

“Kudos to her,” I said, a little in awe of the woman’s skills.

He winked at me. “Don’t worry Claire-bear, you still have my favorite little cunt.”

I laughed. I should hope so, he was the only guy I let fuck me bareback in this place. Cumming in fertile pussies was Dash’s all time favorite thing in the world and I was more than happy to let him fill me up once in a while. Understanding dawned on me.

“Oh…did you want to…?” I looked around to see who could cover my spot for the next thirty minutes or so when Dash placed a large hand on top of mine.

“Are you ovulating?” he asked with the growl in his voice that I loved.

I shook my head regretfully. “No, not right now.”

He laughed easily. “Well it’s a good thing 402 drained me then. But that’s not why I stopped by.”

“Oh okay,” I said, trying not to sound disappointed. “What’s up?”

“In the elevator on my way down I was stopped by Mr. Blanchard in room 216,” he explained and I quickly pulled up the cameras in 216 to the display on my desk.

There was an older man, early 50’s if I were to guess, in the shower and a younger woman on the bed watching tv. While he had a slight belly and wasn’t toned, I was pleasantly surprised to see a soft but fat cock dangling between his legs as he soaped up his chest and arms. The girl was fully dressed, her arms wrapped around her drawn up knees so I couldn’t get a good look of what her body was all about.

“Mr. Blanchard is requesting a female audience tonight,” Dash said, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

I nodded and looked up at him, puzzled. That was a pretty common request and could have been handled by Dash himself by just filling out a quick room service form. It would have taken two minutes, tops.

“Okay…” I said. I was confused but pulled up the right screen on the computer anyway. “I can fill out the form for you if you’d like. What time does he want someone there? You said a female?”

Dash chuckled darkly. “It’s not that simple. That’s why I came to you Claire-bear.”

My fingers stilled now on my keyboard and waited for him to continue.

“Mr. Blanchard’s partner tonight is a little out of the ordinary.”

I shrugged, Dash and I both knew out of the ordinary here wasn’t a thing. Hell, last week I fisted a nun while a priest prayed over us. After three years of working here, nothing surprised me anymore.

The phone rang again and seeing I was occupied with Dash, Taryn answered it.

“Mmm hello again Mr. David. Was that dildo not large enough for Mrs. David?” She laughed at whatever he said on the other end of the line. “Oh well then congratulations are in order for breaking a personal record! I’ll send the next two sizes up and a bottle of champagne right away. Mm-hmm, of course. Have a good cum!” Taryn’s fingers flew over her keyboard as she hung up.

“Anyway, Mr. Blanchard understands his partner is considered to be in alsancak escort bayan poor taste by many, so he’d like to make sure the person fulfilling his request is okay with the taboo,” Dash continued.

My brows pinched together. “Who on earth is he fucking?” I asked.

Dash smiled devilishly, a big grin stretching across his handsome face. “His daughter.”

Beside me, Taryn gasped.

I looked up at Dash, shocked. “Seriously?”

He nodded, one of his brown locks of hair falling adorably down on to his forehead. “Absolutely. They’ve been fucking since his wife died apparently.”

“Wow,” Taryn said, said still stunned.

“Wow,” I echoed.

“I assured him we don’t judge here and I’d see what I could do.”

“Well if they’re both consenting adults…” I trailed off.

Dash nodded. “She didn’t seem unwilling. And we know she’s of age with our eighteen and older guest policy.”

“Do we even support incest?” Taryn asked, frowning.

I looked over at her. “Yes?” I said hesitatantly and searched my memory. “We had that mother and son a couple of years ago. They didn’t ask for any bull or bunny services but they did go through a hell of a lot of lube.”

Taryn giggled. “Wasn’t it all strawberry flavored?”

Dash nodded. “It was.”

We all shared a laugh at the memory.

“Anyway,” Dash continued once we had reigned it in. “Think we can make it happen?”

“I’m out,” Taryn said, wrinkling her nose at the mere idea.

I thought about it for a moment. I could just assign it to one of the bunnies, but I didn’t want anyone else to be uncomfortable. I, on the other hand, didn’t really mind.

“Just watching?” I confirmed with Dash.

“You’ll have to give him a call to get the details, but from what I understand – yes, just watching.”

I nodded. “Okay, I can handle that.”

“That’s my girl,” Dash beamed and leaned down to brush a kiss against my cheek.

I smiled softly, pleased with his praise.

“Maybe next time I’m fucking you I’ll make you call me Daddy,” he murmured hotly in my ear. I blushed and clenched my thighs against the ache there, nodding slightly as his teeth nipped my ear.

“I’ll make sure to take care of it,” I said more confidently when he straightened to his full height.

“Thanks Claire-bear. Let me know how it goes.” He adjusted his cock in his pants and started to walk away but turned around at the door. “Claire?”

My eyebrows raised in question.

“Don’t forget to let me know when you’re ovulating,” he said with a wink.

I felt the heat flush across my cheeks and nodded.

“Dirty girl!” Taryn whispered, nudging me with her elbow until I laughed. When I looked up again, he was gone. Down to the bull’s lounge most likely to wait for another assignment. As always, he would be in high demand on a Friday night like tonight. I picked up the phone and dialed room 216.

I watched on my display as the girl on the bed reached for the phone on the nightstand but her father beat her to it, a towel wrapped around his waist now from his shower.

“Hello?” the gruff voice asked as I watched him sit on the bed.

“Mr. Blanchard? This is Claire with Guest Services,” I crooned into the phone, making sure my voice oozed with sex.

“Claire, how nice of you to call me. I assume you spoke with the bull I ran into in the elevator?”

“I did, yes sir. He let me know you were requesting a female audience this evening?”

I watched as he nodded on the screen.

“Yes and you’re aware of our particular situation?” he asked carefully.

“Yes, I’m aware you are a father/daughter couple.”

“Excellent.” He cleared his throat. “As you’d can imagine, this particular taboo isn’t one I like to advertise however, I felt confident this establishment would be able to meet a request such as mine.”

“Oh absolutely, I’m looking forward to it actually.” I half fibbed. “What would you like to happen this evening Mr. Blanchard?”

“Well if you could arrive in say, thirty minutes or so?”

“Of course.”

“I don’t require any particular clothing or participation,” he explained.

“All right, so watching only,” I summarized.

“Unless of course you wish to play with yourself, that’s perfectly fine and up to you.”

“Mmmm thank you,” I replied, making sure my voice was husky.

“Other than that, we’ll just be fucking in the room,” he said stating the obvious. “We might go two or three rounds, is that alright?”

“Yes, that’s perfectly fine. I’ll make sure I’m free for the rest of the night so you don’t have a time constraint.”

“Thank you,” he said sincerely. “In the real world I don’t get to get to show off my girl and sometimes, you just need to, you know?”

“Considering I love it when I get fucked in public with a man I care for claiming me with his cock, I completely get it.”

He grunted and I watched his hand lazily stroke his dick under the terry cloth. “I wish we lived in a more progressive town alsancak escort bayan where our relationship was accepted and I could bend her over at the park just like any other woman.”

I chuckled knowingly, coming from a small, ancient town like that myself. “I understand Mr. Blanchard, all too well.”

“If it weren’t for my business, I would have moved us both out of here to a more progressive state long ago,” he explained.

“Well that’s why you can always visit our hotel sir,” I said, plugging our services. “There’s no such thing as taboo here.”

He laughed softly. “Excellent, then I’ll see you in a bit?”

“I can’t wait,” I murmured and hung up the phone.

I quickly covered my desk with someone from the sixth floor. Their two penthouse suites were already taken care of for the night so one person could monitor them just fine. From there I went to our lounge to freshen up and make sure to use the rest room beforehand. You never wanted to interrupt a scene because you had to pee, a lesson I learned early on in my days with the hotel. A fresh coat of lipstick and a quick tug on my nipples to get them to perk up and I was on my way to their room. Thirty minutes had flown by.

I took a deep breath and rapped my knuckles against the door three times.

I heard a soft cry and then a deeper voice command, “Don’t move.”

Within seconds, the door opened. He was naked now, his fat cock no longer soft, but thick and throbbing against his pooch of a belly. It was so thick I bet it burned every pussy it fucked.

“Mr. Blanchard,” I said in way of greeting, holding out my hand.

“I think since you’re going to watch me fuck my daughter you can call me Kevin right?” he said dryly and took my hand to tug me a little impatiently inside.

“Yes sir,” I replied and followed him into the room.

Wet, aroused pussy.

I could smell it throughout the room.

We passed the en suite bathroom and closet, heading down the short hallway to the bedroom where his daughter lay sprawled out on her back on the bed. She had her hands covering her small breasts, but her knees were drawn up and spread open. Her eyes widened when she saw me and then quickly turned her head to stare at the wall away from us.

I had interrupted.

“You’ll have to excuse my daughter, she’s shy,” Kevin said, gesturing to the blush spreading across her tits and neck.

“What’s her name?” I asked, taking in the scene.

“Josie,” he said simply and walked over to stand over the nervous girl, his seven inch cock bouncing as he moved.

The room had plenty of options to set the mood, music, dimmable lights etc. – but they were using none of them. The lights were all on, painting a stark and raw image of what was happening here. It was clear – they were going to fuck, not make love.

“Please,” he said kneeling on the bed between Josie’s thighs. “Make yourself comfortable while I get her ready to fuck.”

With that he knelt on the bed and lowered his face between her thighs. I imagine this is what they had been doing before I joined them. The sound of her wetness and his mouth made loud and almost grotesque slurping noises echo throughout the room. Josie’s toes clenched as her father ate her pussy but she didn’t make a peep. I took a seat next to the bed in the oversized arm chair and settled in for the show.

They had clearly started without me, Josie’s nipples red and puffy from being sucked on and I could see that the lips of her bare cunt were equally as flushed and coated in her juices. Shy or not, she was turned on.

Kevin lifted his head from between his daughter’s thighs with a loud smacking sound. “Do you get many incestual relationships at the hotel?”

I shook my head. “No actually, this is the second one that I’m aware of since I’ve been here.”

He slid a long, hairy knuckled finger into Josie’s pussy and started slowing fucking it in and out of her. “And you don’t mind it?”

I again shook my head. “No, fucking is fucking. I don’t judge as long as no one is getting hurt.”

I watched as Josie struggled to stay quiet, her eyes closed and still facing away from me.

“Squeeze down on my finger Josie-girl,” Kevin murmured and was evidently pleased with her internal response. “That’s a good girl, just like you’re going to squeeze Daddy’s cock.”

I clenched my thighs at the word Daddy. It was hotter than I had thought it would be, the blatant taboo right in front of me.

“Does she look like she’s hurting?” Kevin asked me, holding eye contact with me as his tongue gave her a slow lick from asshole to clit.

I chuckled, this man was as dirty as they came. “No, it does not.”

“I’ve been fucking her for so long, I can’t remember a time she wasn’t spreading her legs for me,” he said crudely and added a second finger to her cunt. Josie whimpered and I felt myself getting damp. Her pussy was stretched tightly around his two fingers. What would it look like when he fucked her with that fat escort alsancak dick of his?

Seeing that he seemed to like to talk during sex, I continued the conversation. “If you don’t mind me asking, how did it start?”

He didn’t answer me right away and sucked on Josie’s clit until it was cherry red and visibly pulsing. With a pop, he released it and she sagged into the bed.

“Keep squeezing my fingers baby,” he ordered. “That’s it. Her mother died when she was seventeen and as soon as she turned legal a few months later, I fucked her.”

I sat there quietly and slowly slid my hand into my top to cup my breast.

“I was getting home every night too tired to go out and look for some free pussy and there she was in the house doing nothing anyway. She’s got a cunt, why not fuck her?” he continued boldly.

“And this was a mutual decision?” I asked cautiously. It was important that every guest was a mutual participant in whatever went on.

“Let me tell you something about my daughter. You see this right here?” he asked me, pointing to her swollen and glistening clit.

I nodded, squeezing my nipple under my shirt as I felt my pussy grow wetter between my thighs.

“You give this little clit a rub and no matter who you are – Daddy or not – this little slut spreads her legs for you.” He leaned down and gave it another suck. “Before I fucked her myself I caught her having sex with several different guys. She doesn’t know any better.”

“Is that right Josie?” I said to her directly for the first time. “You love to fuck?”

She didn’t answer me and instead draped her arm over her eyes as her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Her father chuckled.

“She may be a whore controlled by her cunt, but she’s shy. Since we can’t fuck in public, she’s never had an audience,” he explained, curling his fingers to rub her g-spot. Josie grunted in response. “But tonight, I want someone to watch. Someone to see her take her Daddy’s cock into that little twat of hers.”

“Mmm,” I moaned quietly, pinching my nipple harder now.

“I want you to see what a slut she is for her Daddy.”

Josie gasped as he roughly fingered her with one hand. The other he used to hold her legs open so I could easily see what he was doing to her. When her pussy was shooting out clear fluid and her hole was visibly pulsing with her orgasm he sat up and stroked his cock, already leaking pre-cum. He pulled his fingers from her body and slapped her inner thigh with his dripping hand.

“Open wide,” he barked out at her and she immediately used her hands to pull her knees back to her chest to spread her legs wide open for him.

He mounted her, holding his body weight off of her with his forearms and with one hand, guided his cockhead to her opening.

I took my free hand and slid my skirt up so that I could spread my legs and play with my own pussy. I loved watching people fuck.

I watched as Kevin hissed as his dick slowly slid into his daughter. I wasn’t even going to bother mentioning that there were condoms in the nightstand. It was clear they were going to break all the taboos tonight and weren’t concerned about a little bareback sex.

It was a tight fit and it took him a few good hard thrusts to full seat himself inside of her cunt, his full balls finally resting on her asshole. The whole time, outside of a few gasps and whimpers, Josie didn’t make a sound.

She truly was a beautiful girl. Long brown hair with striking golden eyes and full lips. A petite and curvy body with smallish breasts but full hips. Josie had a pretty pussy, stretched tight around her Daddy’s red and veiny cock. It was an odd juxtaposition. She was young and gorgeous and he was middle aged and grunting over her body. The slap of his belly against the back of her thighs as he pumped his cock deep into her was the only noise in the room. But soon, Kevin started talking again.

“You like Daddy’s cock Josie-girl?” he panted, giving her long strokes of his full dick.

She grunted as I spread my wetness to my own clit and gave it a rub.

“Yeah, you’re taking Daddy’s cock so good baby. Nice and deep,” he crooned in her ear. “I can’t believe you spread your legs for your Daddy in front of a stranger.”

I moaned at the lewdness of the scene and slid a finger inside of my cunt.

“What a whore,” he grunted, his pale white ass pumping into his daughter faster. “Yeah, give Daddy that cunt. You like that fat cock stretching out your slit?”

Josie grunted again and opened her eyes to meet her father’s. Sweat coated both of their brows.

“Ooo baby, you gonna cum on your Daddy’s cock?” Kevin pushed his cock deep and ground his dick into the back of her pussy. “Claire honey, come watch her cum on her Daddy’s cock.”

I scrambled up from the chair and leaned in close behind them so I could see her pussy wrapped tight as a band around his obscenely thick cock.

“Cum for Daddy!” he called out and her cunt twitched around him as she came. “Fuck yeah!”

“That’s it!” I cheered, not able to help myself. “Cum on your Daddy’s cock Josie!”

“Fuck!” Kevin roared and pumped his cock violently into his daughter, the wet squelches of their rutting genitals loud in my ears. “I’m going to cum in my daughter’s cunt Claire!”

I pumped two fingers into my own twat in time with his thrusts and felt myself on edge with him.

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