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I cleaned up my mess. I had cum so hard that it splashed my stomach and had even shot out onto the rug. The hot water felt great as I took my shower. But my mind kept going back to the sounds and words that Samantha had uttered as she came.

I was sipping my drink when the phone rang. “Sammie! I don’t know whether to say that you are one incredible man, or that you are the most devious man I have ever known! You have a way about you of making a woman admit to things she should best keep secret.”

I laughed. “If you mean that I have a way of making you admit to yourself the things that you are afraid to say out loud, then I’m guilty as charged. But then, I didn’t make you do anything that you didn’t want or need to do.

There is nothing wrong with the way you feel. Good! Bad! Indifferent! They are genuine emotions. And sometimes when we hold them in, we don’t do anything but hurt ourselves. Let me ask you a question? Do you feel better now that you have said things in the open to someone? I don’t mean just about your feelings, but also understanding the feelings that your daughter has?”

The phone went quiet for a few moments. Then I heard her sigh. “What am I suppose to say? That the idea of my daughter carrying on a fantasy relationship with some erotic writer turns me on? That knowing about what took place between her and her father excites me? That the thoughts I am now having about making love to her has me all wet?”

I let her stay quiet before I spoke. “No Samantha! You don’t have to say any of those things. First off, your daughter is reacting to stimulation that she is not getting from a normal relationship. You yourself told me that she is someone that stays to herself and does not seek out men to give her pleasure. Whether it is because of her size or her lack of confidence in her own womanhood is irrelevant.

Second. What took place between her and her dad is just that. An act of love, that the two of them shared together. It was not meant to be shared with you. And had you not read about it, you would have never known that it ever happened. I’m sure that in her own way, Cynthia does not see it as something dirty or perverted. And I’m sure that in some way, it gave them both a closeness and pleasure that they both desperately needed.

Third! You are feeling things for Cynthia that you never felt for any other woman before. But it is not because she is just a woman. She is your daughter and one that you love very much. The thought of sharing pleasure and joy with her; the idea that she may be thinking about wanting to share those things with you is not wrong or dirty. You are both adults and understand what it would mean if you did let things go.

I admire her, for the courage to admit that she thinks that way. In some ways, I think that your daughter is more mature in her thoughts about sexuality than you are. You have neglected yourself and the needs of your body. Even when you felt them become overwhelming, you pushed them down and hid them from yourself. And it has left you feeling frustrated and unfulfilled.

Cynthia has found an outlet. She reads erotic stories and then she will indulge in fantasies that make them real to her. But she does not let them control her life. They are an outlet for her desires and needs, nothing more. I’m sure that if she were to find a man that would want to do the things to her that she reads about, she would jump at the chance to do them.”

I let those thoughts sink in without saying anything. Then I heard her soft laughter. I was a bit surprised because it seemed to be way off the conversation we were having.

“Do you really make love so intensely in private? I mean you didn’t talk dirty or call me names or anything like that. I did feel that I would do whatever you told me to do. But I kind of expected you to call me names and use vulgar language while you were telling me how to fuck myself.”

I had to laugh. And I did, out loud. “Was that what you expected? I think that you see me as some dirty old man that sits around his house in an old dirty t-shirt, pulling his dick while he types dirty words in his computer. A man, that drinks and chain-smokes in between giving bakırköy escort himself orgasms.”

Samantha’s soft laughter made me smile. “Well, I don’t see you as that bad! But I do wonder what you look like Sammie. Are you a dirty old man that sits around in a dirty t-shirt? Do you drink and chain smoke while pulling your dick?” She began to laugh at the scene her words created. Then she grew quiet.

“So what do I do about my feelings for Cynthia? I sure can’t just go up to her and say, “I’ve been reading your journal and I want to fuck you”.

This time it was my turn to laugh. “Samantha if you said that to me, I would run screaming to get away from you. No! The first thing you need to do is start talking to her. Let her know that you have read her journal. But that it’s ok for her to feel the way she does. I’m sure that she will be angry that you have pried into her private things, but if the two of you are as close as you have led me to believe, she will get over it.

Tell her that after reading it you went online and found my stories. Let her know that she is not the only one that felt that way after reading them. You can make a joke of it and tell her that you even felt a lot of the same things that she did.

If you want, show her what you wrote to me. Tell her about the conversation we had. I’m sure that she may even become jealous that you talked to me in person and she hasn’t. But also let her know that if she wants to, she is welcome to call me and talk to me too.”

Samantha was quiet. Then is a very soft voice she asked the question I knew she wanted to ask. “And what do I say when she asks about the part about her dad?”

I let the silence hang in the air for a few moments. Then I took a deep breath. “Be honest with her. Let her know that it was just as hard for you to watch him dying as it was for her. That it wasn’t your selfishness that made you go and seek some release, but your need to be able to care for him without your frustrations getting in the way. Let her know that you love her. That what took place between her and her dad was probably one thing that helped ease his passing. Tell her that you understand. This is very important Samantha! Let her know that what she did is ok with you.”

She was quiet. I guess she was thinking about what I had said. Then she sighed. “And what about my feelings for her now? How do I tell my own daughter that I have sexual feelings for her? That I now see her as a sexual person?. One, I would love to enjoy some of her fantasies with. Do I just blurt it out or let her tell me what she is feeling?”

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I can’t answer that one Samantha. You will have to let the conversation between the two of you dictate what you say or do. But if she is as astute as her writing indicates, I’m sure that it won’t take long for the conversation to turn to what the two of you feel about each other.”

“She wrote about us you know! About the two of us making love to each other! It wasn’t like your stories. It was more loving and sharing than sexual. But it was intense never the less. Would you like to hear it?”

I took a sip from my glass. Should I have her tell me about Cynthia’s private thoughts concerning the two of them? I was going to say no, but I felt that Samantha needed to express them to me. “If you wish to share then go ahead.”

I could hear the ice tinkling in her glass as she sipped from it. For some reason, this was the most comfortable I had felt her since we started talking. Then I heard her breathing into the phone. “She wrote this almost like one of your stories. I will read it just like she wrote it ok?”

I took another sip. “Go ahead.”

We were both feeling a bit down. I knew that mom was having her thoughts about dad and my heart went out to her. She has been so lonely since he died. I sat and looked at her as she took another drink. She drinks more now.

My mother doesn’t look anything like me. I guess I took after daddy more than her. She is small with small tits and a small ass. Really rather beautiful! Unlike me, who is fat and ugly! I know that if I were a guy, I would be after beşiktaş escort her in a heartbeat. But she doesn’t even seem to think about men.

I wonder if she plays with herself. I know that after reading some of the stories about incest, I would play with her. I would slowly undress her and suck on her small tits. I’ve seen her naked and I know that she has a lot of hair on her cunt. Damn! I’m getting turned on looking at my mother. I bet Sam would love that!

Mom starts to cry. I can see the tears slowly sliding down her cheeks. I pull her to me and cradle her in my arms. She seems so frail so helpless. My hand rubs her back as I pull her closer to me. I can feel her small tits pressed against my shoulder.

I press her closer. I can feel heat between my thighs. Is this what Sam talked about when he described the feelings you get for a family member? My hand is stroking mom’s cheek. I am telling her that I know she misses daddy, but she still has me and I will love her forever. I feel her hands circle me and she hugs me tight.

I tell her that I know what she is going through; that I will make it better for her. She looks up at me and tells me that I don’t know what it’s been like for her. I whisper that I do. I lean in and kiss her cheek. My hand brushes her hair away and I kiss her neck. I feel mom tremble but then she stiffens.

“Cynthia! Stop! You mustn’t!” I shush her telling her that I know about her going off to get satisfied. That daddy knew about it and it was ok with him. This only makes her cry even more. I tell her that daddy felt bad that he couldn’t do it himself. That there would be no one who would love you and keep you happy after he was gone. I promised myself that I would be that person for you.

I tilted mom’s face to mine. The stories that I had read have made me ready for her hesitation. But I knew that if I persisted I could wear her down. She needed this. And so did I! I missed daddy too. The time we spent together was so special. And if he were well, it would have been so much more intense. The thoughts that I had about daddy making real love to me gives me so much pleasure.

I remember one of the things that daddy shared with me. I don’t know why he told me. Maybe he knew that I would be feeling this way about mom soon. He told me that mom seemed to become extremely excited whenever someone sucked her nipples. She had confessed that this had always happened to her even before they had met and married. He told me that that was how he had first fucked her. She became so turned on that she didn’t try to stop him and even encouraged him to fuck her.

I kissed mom on her lips. She tried to pull away. I told her that she needed this. That this is what daddy would have wanted for her. She was sitting in a bathrobe and I knew that her nightgown had a deep neckline. I held her even as she struggled, telling me that this was wrong.

I opened her robe and my mouth found her tit. Mom has really small tits, but the nipples grow hard as rocks. As my mouth closed over her nipple, mom began to really struggle. Then she cried out and seemed to sag on the couch. Mom whimpered, her voice saying over and over that this was wrong. But I could also feel her trembling.

Suddenly, I felt her hand on the back of my head. But she wasn’t grabbing my hair trying to pull me off her. She was pressing my head even harder into her tit.

“Oh Cynthia”, she moaned. “We can’t do this. It’s wrong! It’s incest! Oh baby, please stop!”

But I had come to far to stop. And I sucked even harder. My tongue lashed her nipple and I heard her moan. I moved my head to her other nipple.

“No mom! This isn’t incest it’s love! I love you and want to make you feel better.” My mouth closed over her nipple and I suckled her just like daddy described. Mom’s breathing was ragged.

I was getting so turned on. I was making love to my mother. Just like in one of the stories. And I was going to go all the way. My hand slid down her flat stomach and I pressed it into her legs. Mom had her legs closed but I kept sucking her nipple and pressing my hand between her thighs.

With a groan, she let beylikdüzü escort her legs open and my fingers began to stroke her. Mom was wet! I could feel it. I lifted my head up and looked at her. She had her head back and was breathing hard. I told her I loved her, as my lips touched hers. This time she didn’t hesitate. It was like a dam had broke and she was free to let the passion go. She kissed me back frantically.

I pushed my hand under her gown and found her panties wet. My fingers stroked her and she sighed. Mom stiffened when she felt my fingers touch her cunt. Damn! She was soaked. Mom has a big clit and it felt like a small dick to me. I trembled at the thought of it in my mouth. But I knew that I had to go slow.

My fingers played with her slowly. Mom was moaning as I teased her cunt. I would stroke up and down her slit but I didn’t push my finger in her. I wanted her to tell me she wanted it. I bent my head and sucked her nipple into my mouth just as my fingertip stroked her clit. Mom moaned out loud and lifted her ass off the couch.

“Oh baby! Oh honey! It’s been so long! Oh please?”

I had her. I sucked her nipples harder, going from one to the other. “Please what mom?”

“Please don’t stop. It’s wrong, but it feels so good. It’s been so long.”

I slowly pushed my middle finger up into her. Mom moaned and pressed down on it. I began to slowly fuck her with my finger. I don’t have long nails so I wasn’t afraid of scratching her.

“Will you let me? Will you let me love you mom? Will you let me give you the pleasure that no one else can give you? Please mom? Please say yes?”

Mom was stroking my hair as she pressed me harder against her tit. “Yes baby! I want it! I need it! Oh it’s been so long! I miss your dad’s touch so much. And you seem to know exactly how to touch me. Just like he did!”

I wanted to tell mom that I knew because daddy had told me. But then I would have to tell her that he told me as my mouth was going up and down on his hard dick. He told me that he couldn’t get it up for her, but he was able to get it hard for me. I wish he had been stronger so that he could have fucked me with it. I know he wanted to.

I was trying to ease mom down on the couch. I wanted her on her back with my head between her thighs. I knew what to do. Sam’s stories had already prepared me.

Mom hesitated and looked at me. “Cynthia! If we do this, there will be no going back. We can never go back to how we were. Are you sure?”

I smiled at her as I eased her down. “I’ve never been surer of anything in my life. I want to love you mom. I want to show you how much I have always loved you.”

Mom sighed and lay back on the couch. I looked up at her face as my hands slowly pushed her nightgown up her legs. My hands trembled, as more and more of her soft thighs were exposed. My pussy is dripping in anticipation. Mom lifts her hips and I push her gown up past her small ass. I gently ease her panty down her legs and toss them to the floor.

Her hair hides her cunt but I can already see that she is wet. And her lips are open enough for me to make out her hard clit. I bend my head and my mouth closes over her clit. Mom groans as my tongue begins to lash it. Then as I suck it into my mouth, she screams out her release. I thought I got wet when I came. Moms cum seemed to shoot right into my mouth, the same way daddy’s cum would. And just as greedily, I sucked her till she stopped jerking her ass.

I crawled up between mom’s thighs. She was crying, but this time it wasn’t tears of hurt or shame. She smiled and hugged me tight, peppering my face with kisses. Then she stuck her tongue in my mouth and practically sucked my tongue out. She pushed me roughly on my back. There was no hugging. She pushed my pajama pants down and attacked my cunt.

Mom was going at me like a wild woman. I could hear her slurping as she sucked up the juice that was running from my cunt like a faucet. Then I felt her fingers enter me. Her hands were small and before I knew what was happening, she had her whole fist inside my juicy cunt. I can’t remember ever screaming out an orgasm like I did when she made me cum.

The only thing that would make this fantasy better is if it was real and Sam was waiting to fuck us both.

I sat in my chair, my dick hard and dripping. The only word that would come from my mouth was a soft, “Damn!” I could hear Samantha’s heavy breathing on the other end of the phone. I took a deep breath.

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Christmas Day 2013

We slept late on Christmas morning and rising around 9 we all gathered around the tree and exchanged gifts. We were like excited children and all our gifts were wonderful as we sat in a pile of torn discarded Christmas wrapping paper. Daniel had even bought me an ipad. My phone beeped again and he winked at me. ‘There’s another gift for you under my bed. ;-)’ the text message read and I was dying to find an excuse to go get it.

Daniel had yet to open the box containing his wristwatch and as he reached for the little envelope. I began to worry if I had done the right thing. I watched as he read the message on the card and saw him take a sharp intake of breath watched his eyes darting immediately to the box containing the watch. The message read; ‘The answer to your question is in the box.’ Tearing open the box he took out the watch and said, ‘What a gorgeous watch Mom, Thank you so much.’ Then with a quizzical look on his face he turned it over. The inscription on the back was one word. ‘Yes.’

‘Anyone want coffee?’ James called from the kitchen. ‘Yes please Dad,’ Daniel shouted, then with the biggest smile I’d ever seen on his face whispered to me, ‘If you don’t go into the den right now I’m going to kiss you right here, right now and I won’t care if Dad catches us!’

I giggled and walked quickly to the den where Daniel followed right behind me.

‘Mom you have just given me the best gift ever!’ he whispered, ‘and in the sexiest way imaginable. When I saw the back of the watch I nearly forgot myself and almost ravaged you!’

Giving him my most seductive look I whispered, ‘You’d better, I’ll hold you to that later. You’ll also notice there’s a new razor in my bathroom. Now quickly, kiss me.’

We went back to the kitchen and sipping over my coffee I thought; ‘Well now I’ve got to deliver on my promise to Daniel.’ I reasoned that how could shaving me be any more embarrassing than having him wipe my pussy last night? Besides, I was beginning to feel more adventurous, more emboldened with each time we made love. Every time I would have sex with my son I’d try my best to make it special for us.

Before getting dressed for the day I sneaked into Daniels room and looked under the bed. Retrieving a small gift wrapped package I opened it with childish excitement. The accompanying card read, ‘To the world’s best Mother & the hottest girlfriend ever!’ I could have cried with the feelings of love I felt for him at that moment. The gift contained underwear in the exact style I had worn for Daniel the first time we made love. A sheer bra and panties set in black and the same in red. Tidying away the paper and placing my new underwear in my drawer I texted Daniel. ‘To the world’s sexiest son, I love the gift. Thank you.’

After my shower I dressed and got ready for the day. It would be very busy. I had to make Christmas dinner and James’s family would arrive to spend the day. Daniel and I could only manage a few moments together here and there. I told him I couldn’t wait to wear my new underwear for him and asked how he had time to buy it. He said he’d seen the label on my white ones and had ordered them online. ‘If you’d like anything else Mom we can go on to the website together and order anything you want, my treat.’ The rest of Christmas Day went by and feeling worn out but happy I went to bed and slept peacefully till the morning.

Monday 26 December – Tuesday 27 December 2013

We spent the next 2 days together as a family and although we ached to be with each other Daniel and I had very little physical contact. James was happy to have his wife and son around him and looked rested and refreshed. After dinner Daniel said, ‘I wouldn’t mind going out for a walk in the snow, anyone like to join me?’ giving me a sly wink.

‘It’s a little too cold out there.’ James replied, ‘Not me, but wrap up warm.’

‘I’d quite like a walk,’ I said with a knowing smile, ‘But not too far.’

Closing the front door behind us, wrapped up in warm coats and woolly hats we walked along the avenue linking arms. Snow was falling lightly and the street lighting gave the area a romantic winter look.

‘I know you’re up to something Daniel,’ I said, what is it?’

‘Nothing really Mom, I just wanted to be able to talk without worrying about Dad hearing us.’ He replied.

No other people in the neighbourhood had ventured out and very few cars passed us. A few minutes later we turned off the avenue as he led us into a small copse of trees. We stopped and as I stood with my back against a tree under the shelter of the wooded canopy he said,

‘I used to play around here, isn’t it romantic Mom,’ and kissed me.

Standing on a carpet of leaves untouched by the snow the copse was silent and it seemed like we had the whole world to ourselves.

‘Yes it is,’ I replied as I returned his kiss.

I hadn’t done anything remotely romantic with Daniel’s father in such a long time and felt wonderful as our cold lips met again. I felt bakırköy escort like a giddy teenage girl again, stealing forbidden kisses. We made out under the trees while we talked about our new relationship. We agreed that socially and morally it was so wrong but that was what made it so electrifyingly hot. Even just kissing each other felt amazing. Our orgasms seemed to be much more intense and we lusted after each other constantly. Feeling a little more at ease with it we started back for the house.

‘Your Dad is back to work tomorrow Daniel, so we can spend the next 3 days together before the weekend,’ I said as we walked arm in arm.

‘I know Mom, and you’re in serious trouble because I’m not going to let you out of bed all day!’ he laughed. ‘The back of my watch says its ‘time.’

‘We’ll see,’ I teased him as I understood the meaning of ‘time.’

Wednesday 28 December 2013

James had gone to work and getting back to some semblance of routine. I awoke at 7 showered, slipped on my dressing gown and made my way to the kitchen. I had been thinking about my promise to Daniel. I worried that I might look like an absolute slut in front of him but he seemed so excited I couldn’t let him down. After calling Daniel down we had breakfast and he washed up as I loaded the washing machine. Finishing up, he took me in his arms and slipping a hand inside my gown, cupping my breast he kissed me and held me close.

‘This is our day Mom, at last, some proper time to ourselves. You’re beautiful and I love you.’

My gown opened at the front and he ran his fingers lightly around my hips as he kissed me, his hardness pressing on my stomach. The area around my pussy grew warmer as he kissed me with a tenderness I hadn’t felt in years.

We just about managed to keep our hands off each other. I busied myself around the house and Daniel cleared the snow from the front porch. Even just watching him work I was beginning to feel a little horny. When he’d cleared the porch I made hot drinks and we kissed in the kitchen. Daniel washed the cups while I slipped upstairs.

I took off my clothes and sat in front of my dressing table. After carefully applying my makeup I put my hair up and slotted a pencil through it at the back. I took my bag of ‘ladies things’ that I had bought in the mall while waiting for Daniel’s watch to be engraved, and brought out a very short check pattern pleated mini skirt which left very little to the imagination. I removed my bra and put on my tightest white blouse, then the little skirt, and stepped into a pair of heels making my legs look long and sleek. My heart began to beat a little faster at the thought of how Daniel would react when he saw me. I called the house on my cell phone and Daniel answered;

‘Hello, Daniel F- speaking,’

‘Hello Daniel, it’s Mom, would you mind going into the den and waiting for me please, I’ve lost something and I want you to help me find it.’

‘Ok Mom. Bye.’

Putting on my glasses I took down my panties and stepped out of them. I tweaked my nipples and as they poked at the material of my blouse I felt deliciously wicked as I made my way to the den.

Daniel’s eyes lit up when I did my catwalk style walk into the room. Sitting on the couch he grinned

‘I should have known you’d be up to something when you disappeared.’

Standing in front of him as he stared at my breasts I took the pencil from my hair and placing the tip in my mouth I slowly drew it out through my pursed lips and ‘accidently’ dropped it on the floor behind me. Peeking down at him over the top of my glasses I said, ‘I’ve been a very silly mommy, I’ve lost something.’

‘What is it?’ Daniel asked, the bulge already growing in his pants.

Turning my back to him and keeping my legs straight I bent down to pick up the pencil.

‘I think I might have lost my panties,’

‘Oh you’ve definitely lost them alright,’ he gasped, staring at my pussy from behind me.

I turned towards him. ‘Well what are you going to do about it,’ I teased, pretending to push my little skirt down. ‘I hope you’re not going to make Mommy take her blouse off,’ I said, looking at him with hope.

‘You have been a very careless mommy and I’m afraid I want you to remove your blouse immediately,’ Daniel grinned, getting into the game.

Pouting, I slowly opened each button and took off my blouse revealing my breasts. ‘I hope you won’t spank mommy,’ I pleaded.

‘Get over my lap right now mommy and receive your punishment,’

I lay on my front over Daniel’s lap and felt him raise my skirt. He began to spank my bottom, not too hard but not too gently either as I felt a slight sting with each smack. Butterflies floated in my stomach. My pussy was creamy and wet as he spanked me and my bottom was red when he’d finished.

I couldn’t play any longer and got on my knees, tearing at his belt I pulled his pants down and as his cock sprung out I began to lick his testicles and cup beşiktaş escort them gently. I took his cock into my mouth and sucked him slowly, looking up at his face and meeting his gaze as I licked around his head. I closed my eyes and revelled in the fact that it was my son. He was becoming sinfully addictive and I wanted more of him, lusted for him, craved him. Deeper and deeper I took him into my mouth, sucking and licking him. Hearing him groan I knew he would cum soon, and as he moaned, ‘ I’m cumming Mom’ I withdrew his cock from my mouth and jerked him gently, holding it in front of my chest and said softly, ‘Cum on Mommy’s tits.’

I had often wanted to do these exciting, playful things with James over the years but he was so straight-laced I would only have been wasting my time had I even suggested it to him. Yet here I was, having the time of my life with Daniel who was more than willing.

I pulled his t-shirt up and discarded it then pulled him down onto the rug. Standing over him, facing towards his feet I gave him a full view of my soaking pussy up my tiny skirt. Squatting down slowly on his cock I began to ride on him reverse cowgirl style. Faster and harder I rode him, semen running down my chest and dripping off my erect nipples. I rode him till I came, soaking his cock in my juices. I stood up off him and turned around wanting more. I bent forward and leaned over the back of a chair exposing my bare ass to him and feeling the urge to swear I said, fuck Mommy hard!’

‘Oh Mommy, you are such a bad girl Daniel moaned as he plunged his big cock into me. I pushed back against him, taking every inch inside me as his thrusts became harder and faster. Daniel pounded me till my moans became groans and with the freedom of knowing we were alone in the house my groans became screams and I yelled,’Fuck me harder Daniel, Mommy needs it, Fuck Mommy hard!’ and I rode the waves of pleasure, pushing against him as he yelled and shot his hot semen into me.

Lying on the rug catching our breath, Daniel naked and me in just my tiny skirt we giggled at our antics. ‘Consider that ‘fantasy number one,’ I laughed, his semen running out of my pussy and dribbling over my ass.

I’ll let you into a little secret, It really turns me on when you call me Mom when we’re having sex.’

‘It really turns me on just saying it,’ he replied.

Looking at my pussy he said,

‘Your garden is starting to grow a little.’

‘Oh, and I just bet you could fix it.’ I grinned, gathering up my things.

I said softly, ‘I think it’s ‘time’ Daniel,’ and took his hand leading him upstairs.

Taking his hand I led him up to my bedroom. Still almost naked I turned on the shower in my bathroom, took off my skirt and led him under the hot water. We kissed with a passion that sent roaring flames of love for him through me. We soaped each other with a soft sponge and as he washed my breasts and moved lower he asked, ‘Would you like me to keep going Mom?’

‘I’ll let you know when to stop,’ I whispered, kissing his wet face. Daniel washed every inch of me and as he reached my pussy expecting me to stop him I said nothing and gave him my tongue as he washed his Mother’s pussy.

After drying ourselves off I sat on the edge of the bathtub and reaching him my razor I smirked at him, ‘Well aren’t you going to tend to my garden?’

‘You can tick this one off my fantasy list Mom,’ he grinned as he soaped my pussy.

I spread my legs and watched as he slowly shaved my pussy in long slow strokes starting from the sides and working his way towards the middle leaving me a little landing strip.

‘Would you like to take it all off?’ I asked, he just smiled and shaved me completely smooth.

Dabbing my pussy dry with the soft towel I looked up into his eyes and saw the love he had for me.

‘I think you’ll have a little trouble getting me dry down there.’ I breathed heavily.

Walking back into the bedroom I glanced at my clock. Just after 4. ‘Your father won’t be home till after 7,’ ‘Take me to bed Daniel,’ I said.

Daniel led me by the hand to his bedroom, drew back the covers and we made love like newlyweds.

Thursday 29 December 2013

Daniel helped me with the household chores and we relaxed settling down on the living room couch after lunch.

‘Do you want to talk Mom?’ He asked as he put his arm around me.

‘Sure Honey,’ I replied, ‘What’s on your mind?’

‘It’s just that I’m a little worried that I pushed you too quickly and I’m terrified of losing you.’ He said. ‘You’ve realized a lifetime of fantasies for me and I’ll be forever grateful to you.’ He said.

‘You could never lose me, we’re a couple now and I just want to make you happy.’ I replied kissing his cheek.

‘I want you to be happy too Mom, never in my wildest dreams did I ever think that we’d be sitting here like this today. If you have any fantasies of your own I hope you’ll tell me. I’d be glad to help make them beylikdüzü escort a reality for you.’ He said holding my face in his hands, looking at me with sincerity in his eyes.

‘Oh darling, I’m just a normal hot-blooded woman and over the years before we made love I’ve had many sexual fantasies and there are many sexual positions I haven’t tried. I may even realise them as our relationship goes on,’ I smiled, kissing his lips. ‘There are so many things I’ve read and heard about that I’d like to try.’

‘Do you want to tell me what your fantasies are?’ He asked.

‘Oh you’ll know it when they happen,’ I teased, ‘Let’s just say I’ll surprise you.’

We giggled together and I we were happy just to hold each other for the rest of the afternoon.

Friday December 30 2013

Friday was quite a busy day for me with shopping and household chores to attend to. Daniel and I mostly stayed out of each other’s way knowing that when we were left alone together we would inevitably end up having sex. We both found this difficult as we wanted each other so badly. My thoughts constantly turned to my fantasies, not that they were too outlandish or weird, but things that James and I had never done. I wanted to have sex outside in the open air in broad daylight. Wanted to do it in a car, run the risk of being caught by my husband and also to do it in a public place. James would never have agreed to any of this but Daniel would, and I couldn’t wait.

Saturday December 31 2013

James would be home all day and I knew that it would be difficult to have any chance of being intimate with Daniel. I had a New Year’s Eve party to organize as some friends and family would be coming to the house in the evening. I put Daniel and James to work helping me and generally kept my mind occupied all day.

Everything was set up and ready by 8pm and our first guests would be arriving at 9.30 giving me plenty of time to get ready for the party. I called into the den before going upstairs to tell Daniel his clothes were ready in his room. ‘That shirt you wanted to wear tonight is hung up in your bedroom closet darling,’ I said, ‘I’m sure you’ll be the most handsome young man at the party tonight.’

‘Thanks Mom,’ he replied, standing up and giving me a peck on the lips, ‘and you’ll be the most beautiful woman.’

I went to my bedroom to shower and get ready. After showering, as it was New Year’s Eve, I laid out my obligatory little black dress and did my hair and make-up. I slipped on the teeny black thong Daniel had given me for Christmas and as my dress was backless I left the bra in my drawer. Instead of the usual black pantyhose I wore a black garter belt and stockings.

I felt so much more confident, sexy and so good about myself these days that I loved to wear sexy underwear. Besides, if I got the chance I was hoping Daniel might notice I wasn’t wearing a bra and I could tease him a little. Just as I was about to put on my dress James walked into the bedroom.

‘Wow! Honey, you look incredibly sexy!’ he exclaimed,

‘Well, it is New Year darling, I thought I’d make the effort.’ I smiled.

James kissed me, zipped my dress up and headed for the shower. I knew he’d want me tonight. Putting on my jewellery and stepping into my black heels I made my way downstairs to greet our first guests when they arrived.

The house was pretty full by 10.30pm, two of James’s work colleagues were there, three friends from my office, a friend of Daniels and a few of our neighbours all having drinks and having a good time.

‘Mom, can you help me bring some more glasses in? Daniel asked.

‘Sure Honey,’ I smiled as we made our way to the kitchen.

I’ve never seen you look so elegant and ravishing Mom!’ he grinned, tracing his fingers down my bare back, ‘I know you’re not wearing a bra and it’s driving me nuts!’

‘Oh Honey you have no idea what I am wearing under my dress,’ I smiled at him provocatively and walked out of the kitchen leaving him with his mouth agape.

In the living room Daniel appeared beside me, leaving some glasses on the drinks cabinet and in a low voice laughed pleadingly, ‘Don’t do this to me Mom, go back to the kitchen. Please.’

Returning to the kitchen I pouted and in my most innocent accent said, ‘Why Daniel, I’m quite sure I don’t know what you mean. Quickly pulling me close he said,

‘Put me out of my misery Mom, what are you wearing?’

‘Maybe you can find out later, then again, with so many people around maybe you won’t, I teased.

‘Keep your purse nearby Mom, if an opportunity arises I’ll send you a message.’ He pleaded.

‘We’ll see.’ I smiled, and walked away with my heartbeat quickening with the hope that he would find the opportunity he was anticipating.

Everyone was in high spirits and enjoying themselves and by around 11.30 despite frequent glances into my purse hoping for a message from Daniel my cell screen remained blank. I was thinking, had he just not found a way, or maybe he was paying me back for teasing him by making me wait? Just then my screen flashed. Glancing at the screen I read, ‘Excuse yourself and meet me in my bedroom asap.

‘James I’m just going to powder my nose before midnight, keep the guests entertained for me please.’ I said and hurried up to Daniels room.

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I am writing this as told by a Grandson — in relation to the experiences he had with his Nana –I just hope that I can get it right from his point of view –and I hope that the readers can appreciate this and that it is read in the right spirit.

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I have been in the Forces for 1 year and decided to visit my Nan in her home state. I called her to confirm that it would be alright and gave her the dates of my arrival.

The plane arrived on time and as I left the Customs area I looked around to find Nan standing on the sidelines, waiting for me. I rushed across to her and grabbed her in a big hug and kissed her lovingly. I was so glad to see her. I had turned 21 and joined the Forces and hadn’t seen her since then.

The thing is that I had always loved my Nan. Every time I would talk to her on the phone or in person, it always so natural to hug and say that we loved each other. We never said goodbye unless ‘I love you’ was uttered by both parties.

I didn’t know at the time what all this really meant, but as I grew older I realized that I really did love my Nan. Not just in the usual sense either. There was something a lot deeper going on between us, but I hadn’t worked it out yet.

Let me tell you about my Nan and myself. Nan was a lady of mature years. She stood about 5’0″ and was a full figure. She had luxurious silver white hair and bright green eyes that shone. Her bustline was full and she had a bit of a tummy and a rounded bottom. She always dressed very well so her size wasn’t something of which she was ashamed. She always had a smile and I had always loved her so much.

Myself, well I was about 6’2″ with a very trim physique. Being in the Forces kept me physically fit. I had short brown hair and green eyes, and my outstanding feature was my hands. They were large and strong.

Well, when Nan hugged and kissed me at the airport, I felt myself hardening.

Wow, this is my Nan. It can’t be happening. I then realized that this is what I had been waiting for since I was a young boy. As I had grown up, I naturally had a few experiences, but always with women older than myself. Now I knew why.

Nan told me that the car was parked outside, so I collected my luggage and we piled in the car and drove home. Nan had a lovely 2 bedroom Unit and told me that she had bought a Futon fold-out bed for me. Seeing how much I had grown, she thought that I had better take the double bed in her room and she would use the Futon, it was big enough for her. Also, because she got up early, it wouldn’t disturb me if I was having a sleep-in.

When we got inside the unit, she turned around and hugged me for a few minutes and reached up and kissed me on the mouth.

“I have been waiting to do that for so long, she said. I just want to hold you and hug you baby, and I know that wouldn’t have looked too good in public.

“That’s alright Nan, I love you, you know, and I don’t mind how much you hug me. It feels good to me.”

“Well, we better get you settled and hang your clothes up etc. Then we have the rest of your leave to do what we like, or you can go out and do your own thing.”

“Nan, I have come over to spend this time with you, I have missed having you around and seeing you, so the next 3 weeks are all for you. Whatever you suggest we do is OK for me. I am up for anything,” I assured her.

For the rest of the day we just sat around and talked bakırköy escort and caught up on family matters. Nan already had a casserole ready in the oven and had prepared dinner earlier. After dinner we watched a couple of shows on TV, but as I had been flying for 4 hours, I decided to go to bed early. I kissed Nan goodnight, but it ended up a lot more than that.

I felt myself getting hard and anticipated what was going to happen if I didn’t move away and go to the bedroom. I looked down and caught my Nan’s eyes staring at the bulge in my shorts. She looked up at me and smiled softly.

“Is that because of our kiss, darling boy?”

Warily, I replied, “Yes Nan, that is what caused it.”

“Would you like to do something about it then?”

“What can we do Nan, it’s not right. I shouldn’t want you like this. You are my Grandmother, but I do love you.”

She slid her hand up my leg and thigh until she touched the head of my very erect cock. Slowly but gently, her hand went around the hard surface and started to stroke it.

She kept looking into my eyes as she stroked, the love emanating from them, and I could feel her wanting more than just touching.

Although she was fully dressed, her breasts became pointed and I could see them through the silk blouse that she was wearing. I lowered my mouth to her cheek and kissed her softly, working my way round to her mouth, where my mouth settled on hers in an unbelievable fusion of beings. I realized I had hungered for that contact with her, and worked my tongue between her teeth, where both our tongues began a duel. I was enthralled. I never wanted this to end.

Nan stopped me suddenly.

“Is this what you want my darling boy?”

“Oh yes Nan, Oh yes. I have wanted this since the first time I knew what sex all about between two people. You have always been in my mind, even when I was fucking someone else. I really do want you, but only if you are of the same mind.”

“Aaron, do you realize that you Nan has thought about you for so many years. I never wanted to approach you, as I didn’t want to upset our special relationship of Grandmother and grandson. But I knew when you had turned 18 that I would always want you. I just had to leave it up to you, to see if anything came of this yearning.”

“Nan, let’s go into the bedroom, I want to see you lying before me, naked. I want to make love to every part of your body from the top of your head to the tip of your toes and all areas in between.”

“Oh, my darling, I want to see you too, in all your glory. From what I can feel and see here, I think that we are going to be able to satisfy each others needs quite well.”

We proceeded to the bedroom where I slowly undressed her. Starting with her blouse, I undid all the buttons in the front and lay it open and gazed at her wonderful bustline. Although she was 70, and had had a number of children, her boobs were full and a little saggy, but just so fleshy that I had to bend my head and suckle first one then the other. Leaving them, I turned her and undid her bra and slipped it down her arms, along with her blouse. I tenderly started to rub her breasts from underneath and gradually took them into both my hands and pinched the nipples between the thumb and first finger, the nipples extended to about an inch. They looked so inviting but I was determined not to go there yet. I undid beşiktaş escort the zipper on her slacks and pulled them down, leaving her panties on for the moment. What lovely legs she had, shaped and still reasonably slim. I ran my hands up and down those lovely gams, drinking in the wonder of this sexy woman who had put herself into my hands.

She stopped me and pulled me up and started to unbutton my shirt and pulled it off my shoulders and arms. Then she set about to undo my zipper and also rub my erection while she was about it.

“Nan, that’s not fair. My turn first. Don’t make me cum too fast.”

She didn’t give me a chance as she took my tool into her hands and immediately lowered her mouth onto the head. She left her lips there for a few seconds and then began to gently suck me. I felt that I was in heaven. Never had I known a woman as giving and passionate than the one who was now doing her best to make me shoot my load. I felt a churning in my lower regions and tried to pull out of her mouth.

“Nan, I’m gonna cum,” I groaned

“I want you to cum in my mouth baby.”

“Ohhhhhh, here it comes then Nan, take it all. It feels so good.”

I loaded her throat with a large load of spunk, which I had been saving for a few days by the way.

As she finished swallowing, I bent down and kissed her savagely but with so much love. I couldn’t express how I felt.

“Well, Aaron, how did that feel. I think now we can get on with the real job of getting together. I did that so that you would last a lot longer when we eventually coupled for real.”

“Oh Nan, I knew that I was right when I use to masturbate thinking of you. You are all my dreams come true.”

“Now it is my turn to turn you on Nan,” I said quietly.

“I am going to start at the top of your head and work my way down as I promised.”

I started to stroke her luxurious silver hair while looking into her bright green eyes. I lowered my mouth and kissed her on the neck, the earlobes, the eyes, the cheeks, the forehead and then on those full sexy lips. Our tongues went into a dance mode and dueled for about 10 minutes. I continued on and slid my mouth down to the upper parts of her boobs, licking one and then the other nipple and bringing it to a peak, then gently nibbling it with my teeth. I then took one of her full breasts into my mouth and suckled it, doing this to each one in turn until she squirmed and shifted under me. I could tell she was getting very hot and wanted to go further, but I was not going to be rushed. I had waited too long for this.

I slid down in the bed and took her feet in my hands. I lapped at her toes and slowly worked my tongue up her ankle and calf to the inner thigh. I then did this to the other foot. I was getting such a rush out of this, making her wait but knowing that it would all be worth it. I then licked each of her inner thighs and proceeded upwards to that heavenly spot, which had been the target all along.

I slid my hands up the outside of her thighs and caught the sides of her panties and slid them down and off her legs. I just lay there staring at that wonderful section of my Nan that I had been longing for so long. I was amazed to see in front of me, a clean shaven pussy with a high love mound that just begged to be kissed and fondled.

As I breathed in all the aromas of that wonderful site, I lowered my beylikdüzü escort mouth to her love mound and kissed it all over. I then let my tongue slip into the valley and lapped at her pussy. I could just about hear her purring like a cat as I ate my way into that most desirous of places. I couldn’t get enough of this wonderful woman, and I knew that this leave and many more to come were going to be the best days of my life.

Back to my industrious tongue as it lapped and laved on that sweet honey pot. My tongue found the hood over her clit and lifted it and started to stroke it lavishly. By this time Nan had started to orgasm and flooded my face and mouth with the most delicious nectar. I licked that cunt and clit until she couldn’t take it any more and pulled me up to her, crying, “Uncle.”

We lay together for about 15 minutes, just kissing and speaking quietly. By that time I had started to harden up again.

“Nan, this time I am going to immerse myself inside you and I want to stay there as long as I can. Do you think you can handle that?”

“I’ll certainly try my darling, I have wanted this for so long, I won’t be satisfied until we are joined together completely.”

I kissed her again. This time I came above her and lowered my body down onto hers. As we touched I could feel then wonderful tension between us. Nan opened her legs and drew them up to enable me to slide into her easily. I was quite surprised. Even though she has given birth to a number of children, her pussy was still reasonably tight. Just as well she wasn’t a virgin, as I am a fairly big size, about 7 inches but thick.

She managed to engulf me completely into herself. We lay there for 30 seconds, and then I started to slowly pump into her as I felt her moist lips enfold around my manhood. I thrust into her, gradually increasing the speed and she moved with me. This was such an incredible experience. As the tension built up, I could feel that I was building to a fantastic blow. I realized I would have to slow down as I didn’t want to come too quickly. I just want to enjoy this first experience with my Nan.

I started to slow down a little with a little moan from Nan.

“Nan, I have to slow down or I am going to cum too soon. I want to love you as long as possible.”

She replied with a smile on her face, “Don’t worry darling, we have a whole lot of time to do this. If the first couple of time is fast, it will get better as we fuck more often.”

“Ohhhhhh Nan, I’m gonna cum then, get ready, I have so much for you.”

“I want all you can give me baby. Unload into your Nan’s cunt so I can feel you oozing out of my cunt while I lie here.”

With that, she thrust her hips upwards and started to pump back at me until I knew I couldn’t last any longer.

“I’m cumminnnnnngggggg Nannnnn, I love you.”

“I love you too darling.”

When I finally finished unloading into her, Nan looked up at me and smiled.

“Now you are mine, baby. I know the next 3 weeks will be wonderful.”

“Nan, I know that I will be spending as much of my leaves in the future with you.”

“There is only one thing we have to watch out for, and that is that none of the family ever even get suspicious.”

“Well, as far as I am concerned, there is nothing wrong with a grandson going to visit his Nan as often as possible, is there?”

There was one thing that I would impart to Nan before the end of that wonderful 3 weeks. I knew that I would be telling Mom when I saw her what had happened. She always knew that she had only been a substitute for her own mother in my eyes.

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The Thompsons had many things going for them. They lived in a nice area of town, had two wonderful daughters, Annie and Sydney, and generally enjoyed life. Annie was the oldest by a year, but personality wise she was much older. She always was mature for her age, not in a snobbish way but in a “wise beyond her years” sort. She was always fairly quiet, not because she was shy but because she was a good listener. Sydney, on the other hand, was immature for her years. She was always getting into some sort of trouble, nothing mean spirited but because she didn’t think very far beyond the immediate. She spoke her mind truthfully if not a little more often than was really needed. The two girls always got along pretty well, mainly because despite their differences they were both really very sweet, but also in part to their natural roles as talker and listener. For the girls everything seemed perfect.

When Sydney was six and Annie was seven, their parents got a divorce. Their mom, Lydia, told them one morning that she was leaving, she couldn’t stand to be around their father any longer and that she loved them dearly. She gave the girls a hug and they heard very little from her for many years. Their dad, Howard, told them that he loved them and that none of it was their fault, which of course they hadn’t thought of until he said it, and that he would take care of them. In the normal routine of things life changed for the girls, but in general they were still well taken care of and were well loved, so after a period of adjustment things went on.

When Sydney was thirteen and Annie was fourteen, Howard met Rachel. She was also a single parent, mother of Katie, who was a year older than Annie, and a very successful and determined woman. Almost immediately she decided that she was going to marry Howard, and that indeed came faster than anyone would have expected. Annie was her usual tolerant self and could have probably dealt with most anything, but Sydney had a much more difficult time with things. First was Rachel’s seemingly inability to see anything Sydney did positive, only focusing on the negative. She would complain constantly about Sydney form the way she dressed to the way she ate to the way she spoke. Howard tried to stick up for her at first, but he was a push over and Rachel knew exactly how to manipulate him, so he soon was quiet. Sydney tried her best to take what Rachel called honest advice in stride, but some things were a little too personal and a deep resentment started to build between the two. In addition to this, Sydney did not get along with Katie. They had some good times, when Katie seemed to be in a more tolerable mood, but then there were times they clashed like two storms creating havoc in their midst. AS a few years went by Sydney’s grades and behavior started to slip, as she found an outlet that she could control. It became a situation that Sydney felt the only way to have any control over her life was to create chaos. Sometimes this was just in the form of yelling and screaming, but most of the times Sydney just did things behind Howard and Rachel’s backs that would only further cement Rachel’s view of her and became a point of embitterment for Howard.

By the time Sydney, who had an early birthday, entered senior year, she was eighteen and more than ready to be done with it all and move out. Annie had already gone off to college, and as Sydney saw it, her only ally gone. Despite Rachel’s constant talk of how great Katie was, she still lived at home, opting not to go to college or get a job. She did spend a good deal of her parents’ money, which Rachel was more than happy to pour out on her. Sydney was more responsible, holding a part time job and keeping out of the rampant party scene. It was in this atmosphere, at best tension, on a typical day afterschool, that things began to change.

“Oh Sydney, come here!” Katie called down the stairs as Sydney entered the house. Her tone was like someone who found something you did wrong and was showing you, a sort of patronizing tone. Sydney sighed, putting down her things and heading upstairs. She didn’t really feel like talking to Katie, but she hoped that if she dealt with her now she could ignore her the rest of the evening. Sydney looked around the top of the stairs for a second before Katie spoke up again. “In here Sydney!” Katie said in the same tone of voice.

Her voice came from Katie’s room, which she usually kept off limits to at least Sydney, so Sydney entered with a little bit of surprise. The room was immaculately neat. The pillows on the bed were obviously adjusted just right, there was not the slightest hint of dust, and everything seemed pristine. Sydney’s eyes caught a display shelf for Katie’s porcelain doll collection, an obscenity Sydney never understood, all with little dresses and arranged meticulously, though in what way Sydney could not surmise. The room smelled oddly sweet, a bit like vanilla, which Sydney guessed correctly was Katie’s room spray. Sunlight came pouring in through the window in the room, giving it a more inviting feel than Sydney would have expected a room so pink could have. bakırköy escort The only thing that was missing was Katie.

CLICK

Sydney turned around to see Katie closing a pad lock through a latch in the door. Sydney would have immediately been on guard had she not been so thoroughly surprised by Katie’s appearance. One thing Katie always had going for her was her natural beauty. She had a very pretty face when it wasn’t contorted into a grimace, with an oval shape, light skin tone and free of acne. She had dark brown hair and eyes which complemented her pretty face well and made her look vaguely like a figure from ancient Greece. Accompanying this was her very beautiful body. She was taller than average with a thinner build that made her look graceful but still allowed her plenty of curves. Guys always noticed immediately how large her breasts were, which was quite sensual on her thin frame. She also had a great ass, curvy and full enough to show off but not unwieldy. She typically dressed quite fashionably, always having the latest styles from the best designers, one of the many ways she spent her parents’ money. Sometimes this led her to being very showy with her body, but it was always with high class that made most men swoon and most women jealous.

It wasn’t in some new designer outfit that Katie was standing in front of Sydney with, smiling happily as her mouth fell open. No, Sydney found herself staring at her step-sister wearing only a fishnet nightie that came down to her upper thighs. Her large breasts and pink nipples, as well as her thin waist and shaved pussy were all too visible. Katie stood with her hands on her waist, leaning on one leg with her head cocked to the side and her long brown hair flowing over her shoulders and down her back. She was something straight out of Playboy. Sydney stared at Katie for several long moments before speaking up.

“What the hell are you wearing?” Sydney said, finding her voice thankfully and expressing her shock and disgust in it.

“Don’t you like it? I got it especially for you.” Katie was calm and collected, whereas Sydney was quiet for another moment at this announcement.

“What?” was all she managed to get out.

“For you, Sydney. I had to go to an adult store for it, and it cost an arm and a leg, but it was worth it, I think. I liked the way it feels. Do you like it?”

Sydney’s mind was reeling, but in her true form she spoke her mind. “Ok, what the hell are you talking about? Why would you get that, that thing for me? What do you want?”

“Oh I think that is obvious,” Katie said calmly, her eyes never wavering from Sydney’s. “Aren’t you even a little curious, Sydney? Haven’t you ever wanted to experiment a little, to try out something new? It’s natural for people to wonder about the unknown, the forbidden. Two sexy girls will eventually want to test the waters sometimes, just to see how it feels.”

Sydney didn’t really know what to make of this. Katie was actually trying to seduce her, her own step-sister suggesting that they… An obvious problem presented itself to Sydney.

“Our folks will be getting home any minute you know,” she said, realizing afterwards her fatal flaw in not immediately dismissing the idea.

“Oh contraire, my love, they called a little while ago and said they have a convention to go to and will be back late. Besides, didn’t you notice the lock? No one’s passing through that door until I say so.”

Sydney’s eyes darted to the door, where she remembered was indeed a combination lock. She looked back at Katie, who was eyeing her in an amused sort of way.

“God Katie, at least put on some underwear, I can see everything.”

Katie gave a deep sort of chuckle, and in a very sultry voice said “That’s the whole point Sydney.”

“You’re crazy,” Sydney said, taking a step back and feeling a surge of defiance at hearing Katie’s words. “You know that? Fucking crazy. First of all you’re my step-sister in case you forgot, and if I was going to do some experimenting or whatever you said with a woman, it wouldn’t be with you. That’s incest. Besides, I’m straight and I have every intention of staying that way. Now let me out.”

“Not so fast,” Katie said, her voice cooing sweetly. “You’re telling me you’ve never wondered if a woman could satisfy you better than a man? A woman you know what is like and know exactly how to make you feel good?”

Katie was stepping slowly and purposefully toward Sydney, who was listening with an open mouth. Despite her inward efforts to interrupt Katie’s speech, she wasn’t able to. It was like her brain was getting foggy. Katie continued.

“Women are more graceful then men, and so they know things men don’t. You know that. Have you ever thought of how it would feel?”

“Well yeah,” Sydney said, trying to make her voice sound dismissive but coming off more submissive. Before she could say anything else though, Katie continued.

“Don’t you think most women at some point wonder about that?”

“I’m sure, but-“

“So what’s wrong with exploring that? It’s beşiktaş escort not like we’d be hurting anybody. Mom and Howard always say we need to get along better with each other. If it’s natural for women to wonder, why isn’t it natural for women to try it out, to get a taste of it for themselves?”

Sydney had no good answer for this, but found that she had slowly been backing into the wall. She looked around nervously, and once over Katie’s nearly naked body, her heart dropping at the sight of it. She felt like she was in a cloud or something, a light headed feeling that made everything seem as if it wasn’t real, or that it didn’t matter. Its like when you have a bad cold and start spacing out, feeling like your brain is processing everything really slowly; almost a tipsy feeling. Sydney didn’t feel too sure about her position, but knew one objection for certain, though the fact that it was her only objection made her wonder what her true feelings really were.

“But you’re my step-sister,” Sydney said finally, as Katie was now only a few steps away, her face lt up beautifully with a smile that would have endeared her immediately to Katie if she had seen it when they first met. Katie breathed a sigh filled with delight, as if she knew that she had almost worn Sydney away.

“And what does that mean? That our parents got married a few years ago? So what? What does that have to do with who we are as sexual beings?”

With the words “sexual beings”, Katie put her hands delicately on Sydney’s waist, now less than a foot away from her, their breasts gently heaving up and down inches apart as they both breathed deeply. Sydney looked searchingly into Katie’s eyes and put her hands on Katie’s but did not move them. She felt overwhelmed with what to do and whether or not to do it. Katie, sensing Sydney needed a little coaxing, spoke in a soft whisper.

“I know I could be a real bitch sometimes, but I’ve always thought you were something amazing. And now, look at the woman you’ve become. You’ve got these great abs,” Katie said, teasingly rubbing Sydney’s tummy with her fingers. “Your breasts are amazing.”

“They’re not as big as yours,” Sydney said in a meek voice, a subconscious concern spilling out of her mouth before she realized it. Katie smiled appreciatively.

“Hey, size doesn’t always mean they’re great breasts. Besides, I know you’ve got a nice ass; I’ve seen all sorts of men check you out. This probably all seems out of left field, but you are incredibly sexy, I really mean that.”

“Thanks,” Sydney said, her voice wavering a little from being mixed with a chuckle and nervousness. “It takes a pretty sexy woman to pull of this outfit of yours,” she added, looking down again at Katie’s two beautiful breasts before her. Katie cocked her head to the side, smiling meekly herself and averting her eyes in embarrassment.

“If we were to do this, I wouldn’t even know where to begin,” Sydney said tentatively, allowing her growing curiosity mixed with warm lust win over her reason.

“I’ve always thought women have the most beautiful lips. I mean, we do so much to take care of them and yet they’re wasted on men who don’t even notice. What do you think?”

Sydney looked down at Katie’s lips. They were shaded a light pink and looked glossy, and it occurred to Sydney that guys would find them very attractive. “I guess you’re right,” Sydney said, her voice reflecting her own adoption of the idea.

“How about a kiss then? Just to see what we’re missing out on?” Katie asked, her eyes now boring into Sydney’s with a desperate hope.

“Just a kiss?” Sydney said, her need for reassurance vividly apparent.

“Yeah, a little kiss, nothing crazy about that. Even Brittney Spears and Madonna kissed each other.”

“We’re not using them as our role models, are we?” Sydney said, chuckling nervously. Katie knew better than to respond though, knew that Sydney was putting off the moment. They stared into each others eyes for a moment, and then Katie leaned forward a bit. Sydney opened her mouth slightly, and found herself closing her eyes. For a brief second she thought Katie had backed out when nothing happened, but then she felt the warm firmness of Katie’s lips press against her own. Before Sydney really had a chance to think Katie’s lips left hers, and she felt, to her surprise, a feeling of disappointment. It sounded like Katie was about to speak when Sydney leaned forward herself, and quickly their lips met again. They kissed, and then kissed again several more times, both becoming more confident in the other and Sydney feeling more confident.

Sydney felt Katie’s hands moving underneath hers, and they soon were slipped around and in the small of her back. Somewhere in the recesses of Sydney’s mind it occurred to her that she might be put off by this, but in the fore front of her mind she felt the urge to get closer to Katie. The second and many times stronger impulse won, and she tentatively moved her hands onto Katie’s waist. She felt her heart drop again as she touched Katie’s bare skin, marred only by beylikdüzü escort the criss-crossing of the fishnet. She slowly ran her hands around Katie to her back, resting them too in the small of Katie’s back. Sydney let her fingers gently caress Katie’s naked skin, every so often slipping a finger underneath the lines of the outfit.

Katie pulled her lips back from Sydney for a second, only to put her whole mouth around Sydney’s lips. She repeated this a few times, until she leaned in and found Sydney’s lips missing. Sydney had pulled back but now mimicked Katie, delicately putting her mouth over Katie’s lips. She felt a surge of heat between her legs and she felt intoxicated with sensuality. Katie’s lips tasted like nothing she had imagined, warm and moist and delicious. Sydney repeated a few times, finally locking her mouth on Katie’s and sucking on Katie’s bottom lip happily. Katie’s fingers dug lightly into Sydney’s back, and her arms tightened, pulling Sydney close to her. As their breasts met and pressed together, Katie pushed her tongue into Sydney’s mouth. Sydney felt an intense surge of desire, stimulated by the feeling of Katie’s breasts against hers (which she wondered briefly how she could have ever hugged another woman without feeling this way) and the new and exciting opportunity Katie’s tongue opened up. She happily sucked on Katie’s tongue, her passions driven by the realization she was making out with a girl and was thoroughly enjoying herself.

Katie and Sydney’s lips and tongues became enmeshed, each taking turns to suck on the other and letting themselves be sucked, sometimes, finding their tongues flicking the other in almost a dance. Sydney became aware that not only were their breasts touching, now their tummies and waists were pressed against the other, both pulling the other toward themselves. With a jolt of pleasure at this realization, Sydney unintentionally pushed herself forward, essentially humping Katie. Katie took this as an act of desire and eagerly reciprocated, to Sydney’s surprise. She felt her own pussy pressing hard against Katie’s, both becoming more emboldened and kissing the other more passionately. Sydney felt her heartbeat rise as she realized Katie’s hands, as their lips and tongues continued to writhe and they continued to hump each other, were slowly moving down her back, closer and closer to her ass. She felt her body pulse and emotions rise as she anticipated Katie’s hands breaking the barrier and grabbing Sydney’s ass as their own. Just as they reached the beginning rise of her ass though, they moved quickly to Katie’s hips, and with a firm but friendly push she pushed Sydney off of her, Sydney’s lips clearly unwillingly letting Katie’s tongue go. Slowly Sydney opened her eyes and saw Katie staring at her, back to being a foot away.

“Did that make you feel uncomfortable?” Katie asked, resuming her previous tone as if they had only given each other a little peck. Even though Sydney had no idea where to take things, she had now lost all reservations about being with Katie.

“Katie…” Sydney moaned hungrily, reaching out and pulling Katie back to her by the waist. Katie turned her head so Sydney kissed her neck happily, giving it a little lick before locking her lips on.

“Sydney, we have to make sure you are ready, take things very slow- humph” Katie had been saying, before Sydney started kissing her lips again. Katie pressed lightly against Sydney’s waist, but Sydney wasn’t letting go. Finally, Katie reached around and grabbed Sydney’s ass with outstretched fingers. Sydney pulled back, gasping with surprise.

“Ahh, I thought that’d get your attention. Now listen, I’m delighted as can be that you’re so willing-“

“I’m willing, I’ll do anything,” Sydney interrupted, her voice obviously filled with sexual desperation.

“You don’t feel guilty for wanting your step-sister?” Katie said teasingly.

“You’re so sexy, I can’t help myself,” Sydney said, calming the brief rise of objections that Katie’s question called up.

Katie chuckled, saying “Now that’s true. Do you want to do some more exploration?”

“Yes!” Sydney said eagerly.

“Ok, if you will,” Katie said, grabbing Sydney by the waist and turning her so her back was to Katie. “We’ll continue on the bed, sexy,” Katie whispered into Sydney’s ear as she put her hands around Sydney’s waist and slid them down a few inches. Sydney felt her heart race as the anticipation for what was coming grew stronger and stronger. She walked with Katie, her ass pressed into Katie’s near naked pussy, glancing over at the door and wondering how it was that only a few minutes ago she had came into the room with absolutely no thoughts of sex with Katie, or any woman, on her mind. It seemed like there was a great divide between how she felt now and how she felt when she had come it. It was like she had unleashed something in her that she hadn’t even realized was there. As they reached the bed and she climbed on, she wondered how it was she had never wanted to do this before. She decided, as she turned and watched Katie’s gorgeous body climb onto the bed after her, that she must have wanted it before but resisted the idea. Katie’s words hadn’t seemed that terribly profound, but they must have had some magic to them because Sydney was now excitedly watching as Katie settled on the bed, knowing that there was nothing she wanted more than what was before her then.

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This story is fiction. It is an incest romance that goes through various relationships and experiences. Also this is my first time trying to write so please be nice. This is a learning process though so constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. Thank-you and I hope you enjoy.

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My name and Lindsay and this is my crazy journey to having a life with the love of my life,… I guess we should start at the beginning though.

I was always a shy girl. In my early years I had a bit of a weight issue. With the help of my dad and 6 days a week in the gym I achieved a very sexy figure. My thin waist, flat stomach, long legs, tight booty and developed breasts (32D given to me by my chubby early days) had me very popular at school. And being more confident with my body, I started dressing more confidently. Tight tops exposing my cleavage and tight shorts showing off my ass. I left little to the imagination. My long brown hair and big green eyes had every guy chasing after me however…

I had no attraction to guys my age. It wasn’t until I was 18 that I actually realized I was even into men. Before that all my relationships have been with girls. Then I met him. Writing on the chalkboard in my homeroom class. The man that would open my eyes to what I was really after.

I was immediately stricken by him. I couldn’t put my finger on it but there was something so familiar about him. He was in his mid 30s and tall with dark hair and an extremely athletic body. His name was Mr. Taylor and he was my teacher. And I had to have him. I started dressing sexier and sexier knowing I was getting his attention. Eventually I worked up the courage to ask him to help tutor me. We started meeting in my free periods. Our study sessions became less and less about studying and more just talking and flirting. One day we ended up going to a movie together and the ice was broken. We were all over each other all the time. We started spending more and more time outside of school going on our dates. Sometimes at the movies or dinner or Netflix at his place. It’s wasn’t long before our relationship starting started getting more physical.

As much as I craved him there was something always in the back of my head. Something I couldn’t figure out. It wasn’t until our first time… my first time… Having sex that I realized what that something was. I didn’t even realize at first but it wasn’t his name I was saying during sex. I was calling him daddy and I didn’t even realize. I guess he just thought I was being playful but it was something that kept growing and growing in my head. I realized he seemed familiar because he had a striking resemblance to my father. Needless to say I started paying more attention to my father at home. I kept trying to dismiss it thinking I was just crazy. Trying to just focus on Mr. Taylor buy I would always just end up fantasizing about my father while we were having sex.

(Sorry this part is brief and not very descriptive. I’m trying to focus more on my incestuous journey. If you would like a more detailed version of this story then please let me know in the comments and I will write one)

Our relationship went on for a couple months over the winter. I became more and more confused and curious. I started reading incestuous sex stories online, talking about it in chats and forums. I needed to know what was wrong with me. Someone online suggested that maybe it wasn’t my father that I was craving. That it might possibly be the thrill of the thought of incest. It had me curious to find out. I didn’t really expect what was going to happen next though.

Spring came and the relationship with Mr. Taylor ended rather abruptly. One day he and his wife just left. Nothing said, no goodbye. I was heartbroken but also relieved. It’s hard to explain. I craved sex though. Not being able to get it regularly was eating me up inside. Luckily I had my brother to keep me company.

He had finished high school and was talking a year off to get some work experience with our dad. He was hands down my best friend growing up. We would talk about everything together. Even about Mr. Taylor. Him and I look very alike. People would constantly ask if we are twins. He was only 2 years older but already looked like a man. Very fit and defined features, short brown hair and the same green eyes as me.

My brother Dylan and I always used to pick up girls together. It was kind of our thing. That and things that go fast like cars or motorcycles. There came a day that we were both interested in the same girl. Her name was Ashley and she was a red head stunner. Slim body with perky breasts and a killer smile.

Dylan and I decided bakırköy escort to approach her together to see what she was into. We all hit it off but it was clear she had eyes for Dylan even though she would flirt with me from time to time. I passed it off as just being friendly. We all hung out together a few times and one day Dylan invited her over to our house to make his move. He was just hoping for some alone time with her but Ashley insisted that I joined them. I was shocked but I wasn’t complaining.

The night started off basic enough until the drinks started flowing. Our parents were both out of town so we had free reign of the house. Ashley suggested a game of truth or dare and being the good sister I am I figured this would be a good time to help my brother out. Most of the dares were pretty green. Flashing the empty street or making a prank call… Stupid stuff. I had enough and dared Ashley to give Dylan a lap dance. It’s started off innocent enough but they quickly got lost in each other. I was going to take this as my queue to leave and told them I was going to get a shower.

“Wait!” Ashley said while reaching out to grab my wrist.

“Why are you leaving?”

“Oh I just figured you guys would like some alone time,” I said winking.

“I want you to stay though. I know you want a lap dance as well,” she said with a sly smirk.

I looked at my brother wondering what I should do. He looked confused as well but shrugged and winked at me. I couldn’t believe what this might actually be leading to. I was so confused but also very turned on. Ashley was right. I really did want that lap dance too.

“Ya you don’t need to leave sis,” Dylan said.

My brother patted the space beside him on the couch and so I went and joined them. It was clear that Ashley wanted to kick things up a bit as she began pulling her shirt over her head.

“I guess I get the good lap dance?” I said shivering with excitement.

“Seems so” Dylan said with a slight hint of jealousy in his tone.

Ashley simply nodded with a devious grin.

Ashley then began unbuttoning her shorts and dropped them to the floor. She was looking amazing in her black and white lacy bra and thong. She wasted no time and climbed on top of me, slowly seducing me with her rhythm. She reached for my hands and moved then to her perfect ass. I was getting so wet. Ashley moved her face just a inch from mine. Close enough I could feel her warm breath on my lips. I couldn’t restrain myself anymore and I pressed my lips to hers. She opened her mouth to receive the kiss while I slid my hands from her ass up her back, gripping her tightly. Our tongues teasing each other while she expertly grinded her pussy along my leg.

I got completely lost in the moment that I forgot my brother was even there. Then Ashley broke the kiss reaching for my shirt. I knew what she wanted, however I wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Im not wearing anything underneath,” I said blushing.

“So?” Ashley said, “I bet your brother has seen them before.”

We both looked at Dylan and he just looked away like he was trying to hide something.

“Ok I guess,” I said reluctantly.

I lifted my arms giving her permission to remove it… I was so turned on and still temporarily oblivious to the fact my brother was right beside me. She pulled my shirt up over my head, lifting my breasts on the way and letting them fall again. The fabric teasing my already hard nipples.

“Dylan your sisters body is amazing,” Ashley said excitedly while staring me up and down.

I immediately began blushing as I realized I was topless in front of my brother.

“Have you ever seen these before?” she said while leaning in to grab one of my breasts and taking my nipple into her mouth.

“Uhhh…” Dylan murmured.

His face was red and wide eyed. It was clear he was nervous but clearly liked what he was seeing.

Ashley removed her mouth from my breast and began removing her bra. As her bra hit the ground she brought her hands to her breasts squeezing them.

“I wish I had breasts like that,” Ashley said while biting her lip.

Her breasts were smaller than mine but they were perfect, probably a C cup.

“Your breasts are amazing too,” Dylan said while leaning over me, moving Ashley’s hands away, and bringing his mouth to her hard nipple.

While he was leaning over my to enjoy Ashley’s tits, I could feel his arm brushing against my bare breasts. I felt goosebumps spread over my body. Ashley just stared at me with a smirk. I guess she realized at this point just how far we might go.

“I know you guys beşiktaş escort are siblings but I really want to play with you both,” Ashley said with a encouraging tone. “I want to be your play thing.”

Dylan almost choked as he gasped with her nipple in his mouth.

Dylan removed his mouth from Ashley’s breast and sat back looking at me.

“Uhhhh…uhhhhhb… me and my sister?” Dylan said looking extremely flustered

He was looking at me trying to get a read on the situation. I was speechless too and just kinda blushed with a little grin.

“That wouldn’t be too weird right?” he said clearly trying to figure out in his head if he is crazy or not. “I mean we are just playing with her right? Not each other so… I guess I’m fine with that.”

“Well… I’m sure Lindsay wouldn’t mind if you touched her a little. Nothing too crazy though,” Ashley said looking at me for my approval.

I was in shock… I couldn’t believe what I was hearing… But… Maybe this was the experiment I needed. I mean maybe I can find out what it is that I have actually been craving. Maybe I can take my mind off of my dad. God I’m so messed up… I wonder how far I will let this go.

“Ya ok what the hell… just… If it gets weird we stop ok?” I said while running my hands along Ashley’s legs.

We all just sat in silence for a min when Ashley finally spoke up.

“Ok! Let’s try this out then,” Ashley said while standing up to remove her panties. “Dylan you are wearing far too much clothing.”

Dylan took the hint and started undressing. Ashley Got on her knees and pushed my legs together grabbing at the waist band of my leggings. She made sure to grab my panties as well and pull them off me is one quick motion. As soon as they were off she pushed my legs back open and began kissing up my thighs. Dylan immediately turned his head to see what was going on. He was staring with such lust. He took off his pants and was now completely naked. His huge cock hard and ready. I couldn’t help but stare at it wondering.

Ashley kept teasing me until she finally ran her tongue over my waiting slit. I was so excited and embarrassed at the same time. Here I am being eaten out completely naked in front of my naked brother. The embarrassment immediately faded away when slit her finger inside me. Her tongue expertly licking my clit and her fingers working in me were just ecstasy. It was clear that this wasn’t her first time with a girl.

Dylan sat down beside me watching us and started stroking his cock. Ashley reached out with her other hand and began helping him out. I couldn’t help but watch as she stroked his cock. He couldn’t take his eyes off us, looking down at her eating my pussy and then up to my tits as I squeezed them with pleasure. Was he really checking me out?

“Here Lindsay hold this for me for a bit,” Ashley said to me gesturing to Dylan’s cock “I need to keep my focus on you for a bit.”

I wasn’t even thinking and just wanted her to keep going so I reached out and grabbed his dick. Stroking it up and down. I guess Dylan took that as permission to touch me as well. He reached over and took one of my breasts in his hand. He began squeezing them and teasing my nipples. Everything was turning me on and iI was getting so close to cumming.

I began pumping my brothers cock faster as Ashley picked up her pace. Now finger fucking me while licking my clit and with Dylan teasing my nipple… “Ohh fuck don’t stop!” I screamed “im almost there”!

Ashley picked up the pace even more and inserted a second finger into me.

“Ohhhh Fu uh uh k… I’m cumming,” I screamed as my body became tense. My orgasm finally released and I began trembling. Ashley made sure to push my orgasm for as long as she could.

I collapsed back onto the couch, Dylan’s cock still in my hand.

Ashley looked up at me smiling with delight looking so proud. Then me moved towards my brother.

“I guess it’s your turn now Dylan,” she said as she leaned in to kiss him. “And maybe you can take care of me Lindsay?”

“Ok but let’s go somewhere more comfortable,” I said as I reached for their hands and pulled them up stairs to my bedroom.

Ashley pushed Dylan onto my bed and crawled on her hands and knees over him until she reached his waiting cock. I was in shock as she somehow took the entire thing into her mouth.

Ashley turned her head to me and smiled “you want to try some?”

I snapped out of my gaze and shook my head. “Not right now. But I will try some of this,” I said staring at her available pussy.

I laid on the bed and slid under her between her beylikdüzü escort legs and began eating that delicious pussy of hers. I could feel her body shaking as she sucked on my brothers cock. I couldn’t help but touch myself. It wasn’t long before I felt her body convulse with please. I’m good with my tongue, what can I say.

My brother got up and so I crawled my way under her until our faces met. I kissed her deeply as she just collapsed on top of me. I could taste my brothers cock as our tongues danced. I looked back as I saw him position himself behind her.

“You must have quite the view back there?” I chuckled. “Just make sure you end up in the right vag.”

“I think I can figure it out but no promises,” Dylan responded as he began rubbing his cock on Ashley’s opening.

“no promises?” Ashley said “that would be kind of hoo. Ugh…”

Her sentence was interrupted as Dylan pushed his cock inside her. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and the biggest grin of pleasure came over her face. She started kissing me intensely. I could feel each thrust and he pussy was pushed into mine. Dylan’s balls slapping against my sex, teasing me. He fell out of her a couple times. Each time his cock would fall onto my slit and slip between my labia.

Was he doing that on purpose? I didn’t know.

Ashely moved her arm down between us and began rubbing my clit. Whenever Dylan’s cock popped out she would push it back in. And then…

Dylan’s cock fell out again and landed on my incredibly wet pussy. Ashley didn’t put it back in her though. She began rubbing it on me. She broke our kiss and then looked at me with a grin. I just stared at her in shock.

“What are you doing?” I mouthed to her.

“Tell me you don’t want it and I will stop,” Ashley whispered to me.

I couldn’t say anything. I did want to get fucked but with my brother??? The teasing was getting to much and I just closed my eyes and kissed her again. I could feel Dylan begin pushing into me. Did he even know? I gasped as his cock filled every inch of my tight pussy. He just started fucking me with the same pace he was with Ashley.

“I guess it’s a good thing you didn’t promise eh Dylan?” Ashley said.

“What do you mean?”

I guess at this point he finally looked down and realized what he was doing because he just froze.

“Don’t stop!” Ashley shouted. “She clearly likes it.”

Dylan and I finally made eye contact. I was frozen but I didn’t want it to stop.

“Only if you want to,” I said timidly.

Dylan pressed into me once again… I guess that was his answer. He began fucking me harder and harder. I couldn’t help but moan. I would bet out neighbors could have heard my screams of pleasure. I couldn’t believe I was being fucked by own brother. It was weird but I didn’t care. I just wanted more.

Ashley kissed me again before climbing off me. She laid back on the bed watching us and started masturbating. Dylan lowered himself down to me and kissed me passionately. His cock ramming deep into me. I was so close but I wanted to be on top. I pushed him onto his back and mounted him. Guiding his beautiful penis back inside me. I placed my hands on his chest at began riding him. I could hear Ashley reach orgasm, but I was too close to pay attention.

“I’m close sis!” Dylan said.

I wasn’t about to stop. I was on the pill so it didn’t matter. I looked at him and smiled and just kept going. His legs started trembling and I could feel his cock begin to twitch inside me, filling me with his seed. It was enough to erupt my own orgasm. My whole body trembling. My pussy squeezing every last drop out of him.

Finally my body relaxed and I collapsed down onto his chest. Both of us completely spent. His cock still inside me.

“I think you two need some time to relax so I’m going to go” Ashley said as she headed for the door of my room “I think my clothes are still downstairs “she said chuckling as she left the room.

“Ok,” I said breathlessly before passing out on top of my brother.

The next morning I woke up in his arms. He was already awake and just staring at me.

“So that happened,” Dylan said softly.

“Mmhm it sure did,” I replied.

I reached down for his cock that was already hard.

“Well there is no going back now so we might as well enjoy it” I said as I climbed on top of him.

We spent the whole morning fucking.

We still had threesomes now and then with Ashley and once in a while have a little fun on our own. Eventually though Ashley started getting weird and we stopped talking. Next thing you know we hear rumours that Dylan and I were fucking… Luckily nobody really believed it.

Regardless though it was enough to not only halt our sex life together, but we stopped talking as well. He moved off to college early. Him and his friends got a house together… it’s for the best I suppose.

The next chapter is the beginning of my dad obsession.

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Ella was nineteen when our parents died in a tragic car accident. When they died, we only had each other left. The problem was – we had never been all that close seeing as I was ten years older than her. I had always called her my parent’s surprise baby. They denied that, and were adamant that they had planned and wanted another baby. They were thrilled that after having a son, they had a little girl. I was less than thrilled, but I got used to having her around. Our lives had separate orbits since we were so different. Ten years between siblings makes a major difference.

I moved out of my parent’s home when I left for college. I never returned. I started myself a good career in estimating for a construction company once I finished my schooling. When my parents passed away I was already a senior estimator, and known to be very good at playing hardball with the numbers. I was dating casually, but not tied to any one person. My mother had been particularly upset by this since she had wanted to see me settle down and get married, and of course give her the obligatory grand-babies.

In contrast, my sister was living at home. She had taken some time off before going to college. I personally felt it was her way of not going to college, but she was perfect in the eyes of our parents. I will give her this much, she was working in a call centre and earning a regular pay check. However, I only ever saw her buy more clothes and shoes than she could ever possibly wear – oh and she blew money on her no-good boyfriend. Right before the accident however, she finally dumped that loser. She was a wreck over it, well enough so that even I noticed and I did not notice a whole hell of a lot about my sister. Most of my information about my sister was from my mother, during our weekly mandatory telephone conversations. Sadly, when she died I missed those previously dreaded calls.

I felt Ella was not prepared to live by herself when our parents were taken from us so suddenly, and she agreed. They left us a good amount of money and their insurance payout doubled since their death was an accident. I decided to ask Ella if she wanted to move in with me. I remember at the time I felt so selfless. Big brother steps up to take care of little sister. I patted myself on the back pretty good. She moved in a week after we buried our mother and father. I had a good sized house with, three bedrooms, two washrooms and plenty of space for two people. I worked long hours, so we had very little to do with each other.

Then the day came when that all changed. It started out as any other Saturday morning. I woke up, went jogging, showered, had some breakfast and was about to head into the office for a few hours when she came stumbling into the kitchen. She looked like death warmed over. Her long golden blonde hair was not brushed, her skin looked sallow, and she wore a rumpled pair of sweat pants and an over sized t-shirt (which I was sure had been mine at one point). Under her eyes were dark circles and she looked like she was about to toss her cookies at any moment.

“What’s up with you?” I asked cautiously. I did not really want to get into it, but I felt I had better ask.

She looked at me with the most pitiful kicked puppy look I had ever seen. My heart did a strange flip flop. I suddenly found myself feeling more sympathetic toward my younger sister.

“I’m pregnant.” She said flatly.

My eyes must have bugged out of my head. I nearly spilled my coffee. I was actually speechless. Pregnant? Pregnant? PREGNANT! I had not bargained on my sister being pregnant when I allowed her to move in with me. I felt my blood pressure ratchet up several notches.

“What?” I finally managed to ask incredulously.

She burst into tears as she shuffled quickly toward me. I panicked, but managed to have the good sense to put my coffee down. Good thing too, since she tossed herself into my arms and crumpled against my chest. She smelled much better than she looked. She kind of felt nice in my arms too. It had been a very long time since I hugged and held someone without hoping to get sex out of the deal. She cried her little heart out and when she was done she spoke. I listened. I could never have expected what I would hear.

“I am sorry Seth. I knew before mom and dad died. I never got the chance to tell them. I wanted to tell you before I moved in, but I was scared you would not let me come here. I promise I will move before the baby comes. I just needed to be close to you right now. I miss them so much.”

I tentatively patted her back. I was not very good at this, admittedly. “I miss them too.”

“Gary got me knocked up and dumped me. I told everyone that I dumped him, but that was not true. I am three months along. I am so sick with morning sickness that lasts all day and night. This baby is making me so sick, and the only thing that was settling my stomach I don’t have access too. I am so sorry Seth.” She sobbed.

I patted her again on the bakırköy escort back, but now I was nervous for the general well being of my expensive suit and shoes. “You don’t feel like you will be sick right this second, do you?” I asked. I sounded like an asshole and I knew it as soon as the words were out of my mouth.

She did not seem to notice. “No, not this second, I am on empty.” She said in a low voice.

“Ok, look Ella. I am not upset with you. We will get you a doctor’s appointment and I am sure they can give you something to settle things.” I had never felt more out of my element. I patted her gingerly.

“Seth…I know what will settle me and make me feel better. Gary was giving it to me, but he has a new girlfriend. I can barely function the last few weeks. I can’t keep food down, I have lost weight, and they are starting to get upset with me at work.” She started to cry again.

“Ella, you were not taking something dangerous for you or the baby, were you? Was Gary giving you something?” I felt as if we were talking is circles and I was missing something.

“Noooooo! Seth! I would never take anything that would harm me or my baby.” She looked genuinely offended. I let out a deep breath I had not realized I was holding. I felt he was still missing something.

“Well, I still say we can book you an appointment with a good doctor and we will get you all fixed up.” I knew I had just blown off her concerns, but the whole conversation had been weird and I felt uncomfortable with it. Though, I was not even sure what was making me so uncomfortable. I stood up and righted her on her feet. She wobbled a little but then leaned on the kitchen counter.

“You could give me what I need to settle my stomach.” She practically whispered.

I did not like the sound of this. My stomach knotted uncomfortably. I did not want to ask, but I knew I had to. “How so, Ella?”

She held onto the counter for dear life. It looked as if her whole world was wobbling around her. She parted her lips and I panicked for a moment, but only words tumbled out. By the time she was done, I would have preferred she had thrown up on me.

“Well, Gary and I figured this out quite by accident. I would swallow him cum while giving him oral sex, and I noticed instantly I was feeling so much better. I am not sure what it is about cum that makes me feel better, but it truly did. It seemed to settle me and I could even eat other food and keep it down. Gary has decided to be faithful to his new girl friend so…”She paused for a second before plunging on.

“I was thinking, Seth, this is something you could give me too. I would never tell anyone. It does not have to be a big deal. The way I see it, if I was sick with the flu you would give me medication to make me feel better, and if I was dying of thirst you would give me water. So, I don’t really see why this has to be any different.” She stopped talking. She looked me right in the eyes. She was not at all troubled by what she had just asked me for.

I was stunned and feeling a little sick myself. “This is a twisted joke, right?” I finally asked.

“No.”

“So, let me get this straight. You want to eat my cum, so you won’t have so much morning sickness? It does not concern you that I am your biological brother? It does not concern you that this is like incest? And how exactly do you think you should get my cum from me?” I really was stunned, and grossed out. I never viewed my sister in a sexual way.

“Oh my God, Seth! This does not have to be sexual! This is you helping me feel better. It is not incest; we are not going to have sex. You have something that will help me feel better. I might just be able to eat other foods again, keep the baby healthy, and keep my job. I came to you because I need someone I can trust – someone safe. As for the how to get it from you, well you could jerk off and give it to me, but direct is preferable.” She looked totally annoyed at my reluctance and distain. I was shocked that she seemed so oblivious to just how wrong this was.

“Ella, what the fuck are you thinking? This is sick! No fucking way!” I exploded.

Ella did not speak. She turned and made a run for the kitchen garbage can. She doubled over it and dry heaved violently. I watched for a few moments before turning and leaving. I left the house and went right to the office. I did my very best not to think of the conversation I had had with her. That was easier said than done. I went home extra late that night, and avoided her totally for the next week or so. I was so freaked out and feeling awkwardly guilty that I could not even jerk off. An old fuck friend came into town and called me up. She was a hot redhead and wanted to hook up – but I turned her down. I just couldn’t do it for some reason. I knew I was an idiot, but I felt oddly disloyal about the idea of fucking the hot redhead and essentially wasting my cum.

It was a late on a Friday night beşiktaş escort when I got home from work. The house was quiet and I assumed she was asleep or out of the house. I was tired and headed straight for the washroom and then intended to go to bed. The light was on in the washroom. When I stepped to the open door, I found Ella lying in a heap in front of the toilet. She hardly looked like her normal pretty self. Her hair was limp and lacked its usual shine; her skin was dull with dark circles under her closed eyes. She looked so pitiful, and I could not help but feel badly for her. I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to her bed. I tucked her in without her even waking up.

I woke up early the next morning. I had come to a conclusion overnight. I locked my bedroom door, got undressed and popped an x-rated DVD into my player. I sat on my bed and stroked my cock. I had a clean jar on the bedside table, but I tried to ignore that. I just watched the couple fucking on the screen. It was an anal scene and my cock was rock hard. I stroked it up and down, just how I know it feels good. I tried not to over-think things. I just needed to cum, and hopefully capture it in the jar. I did not need to think about the reason I was doing it.

I watched the hot fuck scene before me, stroking my cock constantly faster. The head of my cock swelled and my balls tightened. I knew I was going to cum, so I grabbed the jar. Leaning forward a bit I aimed the wide head of my dick into the opening of the jar. It was not a very large jar, as it was originally meant for a spice rack. My dick would not have fit into it, but it sat perfectly over the tip. My balls tightened one last time and like a volcano the hot cum burst from my cock in several long spurts. It made a good amount of cum in the jar. I was rather proud of myself.

Once that was done, I sealed the jar and turned off the video. I got dressed to go jogging. On my way out I snuck into Ella’s room. She was still sound asleep, and still looked so broken and pitiful. She had kicked off her duvet. I tried not to look at her, but could not help but notice how sheer the thin white tank top was over her breasts. I could make out her deep pink nipples almost perfectly. The tank top rode up a bit over her slightly rounded belly. I found it hard to believe she could be showing at all, but then I did not know much about pregnancy. She wore only a white thong below. I wondered how I had not noticed this the night before, but then it had been darker and I had been pretty focused on how awful she looked in general. I gently placed the jar on her bedside table, right next to her alarm clock. Who doesn’t look at their alarm clock as soon as they wake up? I then snuck out and went jogging.

When I got back to the house, I could smell something cooking. It smelled like bacon and eggs and that drew me to the kitchen. Ella was standing at the stove, now with some cotton pants on, making breakfast. She had her back to me, but turned when she heard me. She still looked pretty less than great, but she wore a huge smile on her face and her eyes were a bit brighter. I felt guilt twist in my stomach.

“Seth! Good morning! Thank you.” She said simply. I cringed. I decided to put a stop to this there and then.

“I can’t do that again, Ella. You will have to find another source. I just can’t do that again.”

“You can’t jerk off again?” She asked sweetly, with big rounded eyes.

“You know what I mean. I can’t give you….that again!” I was not pleased with how this conversation was going. I was also not pleased with the slightly aroused feeling I had. She had not put on a bra, and every time she turned back to face me while she spoke her breasts swayed gently.

“Breakfast is ready, why don’t you have a seat and we can talk about this.” She plated the food. I noticed one plate she did not put any of the scrambled eggs. I assumed that was her plate. She saw me watching. “I feel so much better, but not nearly ready for eggs yet.”

I wondered to myself how she could swallow my cum and stomach that with ease, but eggs made her queasy. I shrugged the thought off, since it was making me queasy. “I will eat, but there is really nothing to discuss. I am your brother. There is nothing natural about you eating my cum, and somehow it is even less natural knowing that you’re pregnant.”

“Funny you say that, because it did not feel unnatural to me, and I feel already a bit better. I just feel grateful.”

She put a plate in front of me as I sat on one of the barstools at the breakfast bar. She sat down next to me with her plate. She had barely enough food for a bird, but I guessed she was easing into eating. I watched her take her first bite of a crispy piece of bacon. She looked as if she was in Heaven. Her eyes closed and her mouth slid into a delighted smile. I took a bite of my own food, but barely tasted it. Watching her, I knew I was going to give her my cum again. I knew beylikdüzü escort it was wrong. I did not truly feel good about it, but somehow it did seem to be making her feel well again. Maybe it was all in her head, but the truth of the matter was I could not deny her the one thing that might help her and her unborn child the ability to get through this pregnancy healthy. Besides, as I understood it morning sickness was supposed to pass after the first part of the pregnancy.

“Please Seth. Please help me.” She said softly when we were both done eating.

“Ok Ella, I will do this. I will help you. It is against my better judgment, and my morals are taking a hit on this one too…but I can’t let you and your baby suffer. I will help you.”

I watched her eyes trail toward my crotch. I felt my face flush, and I never blush. I watched her face and she actually licked her lips. “I can’t thank you enough, Seth. I promise I can give quick and efficient blow jobs so this does not have to really disrupt your life too much.”

“Whoa! Wait a minute! No way…no way am I going to allow you to give me a blow job.” I actually physically jumped up and away from her. She looked confused and hurt for a moment.

“I don’t understand! You want to just keep jerking into jars? Trust me, Seth, you may have never tried a man’s cum before…but it is somehow so much better direct from the source. Also, this way you kind of get something out of the deal too.” She was dead serious. I could see it in her eyes.

“Let me review something for you. I think this is incest. I am not ok with this. I am going against all that I believe to be right, just to help you out. I think I will be able to manage to provide what you need in a jar, but there is no way I can climax in your mouth. Don’t you get it, Ella? That would be me becoming aroused by a sexual act between you and me to the point of orgasm. That is horrid.”

I was shocked by her cavalier attitude to this all. I was even more shocked by just how aroused I was. I was a sicko, and I knew it.

“Seth, you are way over thinking this. It really does not have to be that big of a deal.”

I watched as my sister stepped closer to me. Like a perfect whore, she dropped to her knees. I wanted to take a step backward, away from her, but I felt frozen in place. She knelt before me and reached toward the waist band of my jogging pants. I knew I should stop her. My cock was flaccid and I was at least pleased by this. She carefully tugged my pants down and then my briefs. I was still flaccid, thank goodness. I watched her examine my limp cock with just her eyes. I was a good five inches, even when soft. She seemed impressed. I mentally commanded my cock to stay soft.

“You have a beautiful cock.” Ella said in a sensual voice. She tugged at the neckline of her tank top and her breasts popped out the top. They were full and round with perky deep pink nipples that looked like hard pebbles. She was breathtaking. My battle with my cock was getting harder to maintain.

I continued to watch as she leaned forward and unceremoniously stuffed my flaccid cock into her mouth. I lost my battle, and my cock quickly began to harden. She had not lied she was very efficient at giving blowjobs. She wrapped one hand firmly around the base of my now rock hard cock, wrapped her lips firmly around my shaft, used her other hand to caress my balls, and sucked with fury. While she sucked my shaft her tongue did the most maddening dance all around me. This was not a slow and leisurely blowjob. This was a blowjob with purpose.

I resisted shoving my hands into her hair and fucking her mouth. I kept my hands to myself, but it did take effort. I did not want to grunt or pant, but I heard myself doing both. It was almost too intense, and I knew I would cum much faster than I would normally like to cum, however this time that did not seem like such a bad thing. The sooner I blasted off in her mouth; I could get out and try to pretend it hadn’t happened.

I felt my balls tighten and I knew she was about to get what she wanted so badly. I wondered if I should warn her, like you would do any other woman that was probably a bit hesitant to have cum in their mouth.

“I’m cumming….” I managed through gritted teeth.

She moaned, and sucked harder. The first spurt erupted into her eager mouth. She swallowed it down. It was hard not to think of her as a little cum slut as she pretty much sucked the cum right out of my cock. I grunted loudly and she made these little sounds that vibrated my cock. My hot cum gushed into her mouth and she swallowed every drop. Once she was sure I was done, she released my still hard cock and smiled up at me with nothing less than grateful eyes.

I suddenly felt strange and awkward, as I pictured picking my pregnant sister up, carrying her to my room and making love to her. I quickly tugged my clothes back up, and bolted from the kitchen. I felt lower than dirt, and yet I knew I would continue to help my sister. I knew that just as well as I knew I would let her take it from me directly as often as she wished. It pained me to admit it, but my sister giving me a blowjob had been one of the most thrilling sexual experiences of my life. How could I not do that again?

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*Author’s Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

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Chapter 1

It was a blistering hot morning in August, 1930. On the back porch of their father’s butcher shop, nineteen year old Molly Chopin listlessly fanned herself. Sitting across from her, eighteen year old Polly Chopin gathered up her long red hair and pulled it away from her neck.

There was no breeze blowing off of the Atchafalaya, but a breeze would have been unwelcome; it would have blown the fetid odor of the stagnant, brackish waters of the Louisiana bayou.

In the humidity, even sitting in the shade of the porch offered no real relief from the unrelenting heat. Their mother would have been shocked, scandalized, but neither Molly nor Polly wore their woolen shift underneath their dresses. As both were well-fed, shapely young ladies, this lack of undergarments would have been readily apparent. Their damp cotton smocks clung to their heavy breasts and slightly rounded bellies.

“Aw cher it hot,” Molly gasped in the humid air. “Bet it a hundred yeah.”

“Bet it two hundred,” Polly agreed.

“You crazy yeah, it don’t get no two hundred,” Molly laughed.

Polly decided to use the railing on her cane back chair and flung her long red hair back. She sighed in relief.

“Just don’t scoot no,” Molly reminded her sister.

“I look stupid?” Polly asked and fanned herself with the gaily painted fan their mother had brought back from Paris, France.

Molly laughed at the memory of Polly trying to get to her feet, but one of the chair’s legs had trapped a hank of her long red hair. Polly would try to get to her feet and her hair would yank her back into the seat, trapping her again. Finally, Molly had grabbed the chair and pulled it forward, freeing her sister.

Inside of the building, their father, Earl ‘Early’ Chopin mopped the sweat from his forehead. Through the large window of his building, he could see Mrs. Meche stepping out the door of her baked goods shop and crossing the dusty path, advancing toward his shop.

Ever since the passing of Marianne, his wife, the dour, stout Mrs. Meche, a widow herself, had been a thorn in Early’s side. Her flirtations were clumsy at best and her supposition that Molly and Polly needed female’s supervision rankled Early. The two girls were, after all, adults.

“Good morning, Mr. Early,” the woman simpered.

“And good morning to you, Mrs. Meche,” Early agreed.

“My goodness, it’s so hot and it ain’t even noon yet,” the woman said.

“Ain’t so much the hot, it that humidity yeah,” Early agreed.

“I need me a cup of heavy cream, two quarts of milk, two dozen eggs and two pounds of butter, oh, and you got you any lard? Need me a cup of that,” the woman finally got around to placing her order for the day.

On the back porch, seeking some, any relief from the unbearable heat, Polly had pulled her ankle length dress to above mid-thigh.

“Polly you don’t do that,” Molly cautioned.

There was a three foot high ledge that ran the length of the porch; even if someone were to walk around to the rear of the building, the clank of the heavy wooden fence would alert the girls. But even if they did not hear the clank, the ledge would protect their modesty.

“Woo woo!” Polly yelled out, raising the hem of her dress to her throat, flashing bright red curls and plump belly and undersides of her heavy breasts.

“Polly!” their father barked out, causing both girls to squeal in horror.

Early repeated Mrs. Meche’s order for two dozen eggs and a hotly blushing Polly scampered to the chicken coop. Early slammed the rear door of the main building, letting both girls know he was not pleased.

Inside the sweltering, dusty, smelly building, Polly endured the squawking, clucking hens that pecked angrily at her hands as she gathered their eggs.

She also saw that the corn mash was low and refilled their individual troughs. This did distract some hens, but she still had blood drawn by a few of the more aggressive birds.

“Ha ha,” Molly smirked as Polly now lugged the heavy egg basket to the rear door.

“You be quiet,” Polly grumbled and entered the stifling hot building.

Mrs. Meche pursed her lips in disapproval. The girl’s heavy breasts and round belly were quite evident as the girl’s dress clung to her damp skin.

She looked at Early and wondered if she dared say anything; fathers could often be so blind to their daughters’ inappropriate behaviors.

“You help Mrs. Meche carry all that yeah,” he ordered.

“Yes sir,” Polly answered dutifully.

The sun had been beating down on the painted boards of the front step and Polly gasped as the boards burned her bare feet.

“You should be ashamed, yeah, dressed like that,” Mrs. Meche snapped the moment the door of Early’s Butcher Shop closed.

Polly did not respond; Mrs. Meche would not have listened anyway.

She winced again as the sunbaked dirt burned the soles of her feet. The dust also rose up and coated her sweat soaked legs bakırköy escort to mid-calf.

The interior of Mrs. Meche’s Bakery was almost unbearable; there was a large oven burning, and two large cast iron vats filled with bubbling corn oil.

“Now, you want you maybe a doughnut?” Mrs. Meche offered.

She wanted the girl to go back to her father and tell her father how sweet she, Margaret Meche could be.

“No ma’am, but thank you,” Polly declined.

She just wanted to get away from the unpleasant woman, get out of the unbearable heat of the bakery.

“Oh, no, take one, and you take one for your sister yeah,” the woman insisted.

“No ma’am, thank you though,” Polly repeated and turned and left the shop.

Outside, she pulled the front of her smock away from her flesh, gasped for breath, and then crossed the dirt road again.

“Where your shoes go?” Early asked when the red head beauty entered the shop.

“On my feet,” Polly answered.

“They some ugly shoes yeah; look just like dirty feet,” Early chided.

“Too hot wear them,” Polly answered truthfully.

“Too hot wear you a shift under that?” Early asked, letting his daughter know he had noticed the lack of undergarments.

“Man, Daddy, it too hot wear anything,” Polly complained.

“Get you your shift on, yeah,” Early ordered. “I’m make a couple ham sandwiches; want you some cheese on that?”

“Yes sir,” Polly agreed. “And Molly want that too.”

Early cut three thick slabs of ham and put it onto some of Mrs. Meche’s thick crust bread. The thick, hard crust enabled the bread to hold up to the humidity. Early did spread a dab of mayonnaise on the sandwiches; that crust could be a little dry and hard to swallow.

Molly and Polly ate their sandwiches out on the back porch, each enjoying the rich soft cheese. They knew they needed to eat the ham; it was almost four days old, but the cheese was a rare and pleasant treat.

“Here, Daddy,” Polly called out, carrying their cleaned dishes into the shop.

“Uh huh, you go get your sister,” Early ordered as Thomas David Daigrepont’s 1927 Pierce-Arrow came to a stop in front of the shop.

“And you tell her put her shoes and that shift she ain’t got one on,” Early yelled as Polly scampered to the rear door.

“Yes sir,” Polly answered.

“Daddy says put you them shoes on and your shift too; Thomas David here yeah,” Polly said

Molly gave a quick glance around, and then pulled the damp dress up and off.

Polly watched as Molly’s full breasts jiggled and wiggled, large brown nipples stiffening with excitement at her naughtiness.

Molly’s crotch and pale white belly were covered by a blanket of dark brown curls that extended from hip to hip and to just under her navel.

Molly pulled the shift on, then pulled her dress on, and then pulled her long brown hair out of her shift and dress. She combed her fingers through her hair, and then tugged on the dress, smoothing it down.

Molly pulled her shoes on, but did not buckle them.

“How I look?” she asked.

“Pretty like you always do,” Polly said a hint of jealousy evident in her voice.

Inside the shop, Early watched as Thomas David Daigrepont sat in the automobile, waiting until the dust of the road had settled back down again before opening the door of the luxury automobile.

Early grimaced as the man paused and used the reflection of his windscreen to comb his oiled hair, check that his necktie was properly aligned.

“It a hundred degrees and you doing all that?” Early muttered, watching the man’s grooming with disgust.

“Polly said Thomas David here, Molly said, her unbuckled shoes clomping on the wooden floor of the building.

“Buckle them shoes yeah,” Early ordered as Thomas David checked his teeth in the car window’s reflection. “You look at this peacock, huh?”

Molly watched as Thomas David finally decided he was at his best, smiled and sauntered to the building’s entrance.

“How are you, Mr. Chopin, Molly,” Thomas David smiled brightly as he entered the building. “My goodness, it is a hot one today, isn’t it?”

“It ain’t cold,” Early said flatly.

“No, no, I suppose it isn’t,” Thomas David smiled.

“Who your daddy is?” Early said suddenly, startling the young man with his abrupt, curt demeanor.

“Why, that would be David Daigrepont, married to Mary Thomas,” Thomas David stammered. “That’s where my name…”

Molly looked at her father, puzzled. Daddy seemed to like Thomas David, had even had the man stop by their house for Sunday dinner. But this harsh tone, Molly recognized, was the tone her father used when either she, or Polly were caught telling a falsehood.

“And David got him a daddy?” Early snapped, fixing Thomas David with a hard stare.

“Uh, yes sir, that uh, that would be General Clayton David Daigrepont, the Blind General,” Thomas David answered, growing quite flustered.

No one had ever questioned his claim to General Clayton David Daigrepont. To most people, the War Between beşiktaş escort the States was a faraway memory; very few of the soldiers were still around sixty five years after the cannon fire had quieted.

But most could recite the names of all the Generals of the Confederacy and could recount with pride the heroic acts of the soldiers in gray.

“Pull you up a chair yeah,” Early demanded, pointing to the three stools that sat in front of the counter.

The stools were there for his customers to sit and wait while Early filled their meat and dairy orders.

“Yes sir,” Thomas David said, trying valiantly to smile.

He glanced at Molly, to see if he could gauge anything from the girl’s face, but she looked baffled as well.

He did linger a bit on Molly’s ample chest. The sweet girl had allowed him great liberties with those magnificent mounds of flesh, had even giggled when he suckled on her nipples and made smacking sounds like an infant would make.

She’d not allowed him to traverse beneath her navel, but that, Thomas David was sure would only take him a few more attempts. Molly was a passionate woman and quite often moaned her desires as he fondled her breasts.

He knew his biggest obstacle to Molly was her father, Earl ‘Early’ Chopin. But Thomas David Daigrepont already had a plan for Mr. Chopin. And if those plans panned out the way he hoped they would, Thomas David could also help himself to the slightly less attractive red headed daughter. Polly’s face might not be as beautiful as Molly’s, but her body was equally splendid.

And if his plans didn’t work out? Thomas David was already courting a Russian beauty out in Elgee, Louisiana.

Thomas David turned his attention to early, smile still plastered on his face.

“Won him the Battle of Paulton in North Louisiana, I remember right,” Early agreed, reaching under the counter and pulling out a large envelope.

“Yes sir,” Thomas David smiled as he settled back on his stool. “Surprised the Union troops that were to rally with General Beard’s troops in Monroe, Louisiana. During the battle, he got shot in the head and was blinded, but he continued to fight; he did not want his men to know he’d been wounded.”

Early unfolded a yellowed page of a newspaper and spread it on the counter.

Molly reached across the counter and touched Thomas David’s hand; proud to know the grandson of such a heroic man.

“Yeah, it say all that right here,” Early agreed, using his finger as a guide on the page.

“Yes sir,” Thomas David agreed, smiling at Molly.

“Funny thing and I mean this don’t make no sense,” Early said, not looking up from the paper.

“What’s that?” Thomas David asked, leaning forward to try to see what Early was looking at.

“It say right here, General Clayton Daigrepont had him a woman was supposed marry but Gloria Ann Winthrop was from New York and left out of New Orleans when the War Between The States started up,” Early said.

“But then he returned to New Orleans…” Thomas David said, a hot flush coming to his face.

“And went to Hotel Dieu and stayed there until he passed just three years after the Battle of Paulton,” Early said and turned the newspaper page around so that Thomas David could read it. “Ain’t never married.”

“What…” Thomas David stammered, frantically searching the page.

“Ain’t had him no children neither,” Early said harshly.

“What that mean?” Molly asked, beautiful face twisted in confusion.

“Mean that Mr. Thomas David Daigrepont here is a flat out liar,” Early said.

“Now see here!” Thomas David protested.

“No, Mr. Daigrepont, you listen up,” Early said, pulling himself up to his five foot, five inch height. “I done me some asking around.”

Thomas David jumped down from his stool, hoping his five foot, nine inch height would intimidate the short, stout butcher.

“Lot of them knew your daddy out in Lafayette,” Early continued. “He liked taking things ain’t his.”

“That’s not…” Thomas David blustered.

Molly looked at the handsome man, turned and fled the building through the rear door.

“Molly! Wait! I can explain!” Thomas David called out and prepared to run after her.

“Hanged him in nineteen and nine,” Early said stepping in front of the man, blocking his path.

“And your daddy and your momma? They ain’t never married neither,” Early said, easily shoving the man backward.

“Now see here!” Thomas David cried out, near tears.

“So, you a liar, and you a bastard, and your daddy’s a thief and you coming around my daughter?” Early snarled. “Boy, best get on out of here yeah.”

The thirty year old man slumped over, nodded his head, and left the shop.

On the back porch, despite the sweltering heat, despite the stale sweat smell emanating from her sister, Polly held the heartbroken Molly as the girl sobbed.

Early opened the rear door and felt weary as he watched his little girl sob. He wanted to comfort her, but he simply did not know how.

“I’m sorry yeah,” he finally beylikdüzü escort said.

“I know,” Molly agreed, using the hem of her dress to wipe her sweaty, tear streaked face.

“We got any that cane sugar left?” Early asked Polly.

“Two jar; why?” Polly asked, getting to her feet. “The corn not coming today, huh?”

“No, no, why you two don’t take some and we make us some ice cream, huh?” Early said, hoping the treat would soothe his daughter’s wounded soul.

In the meat cooler, Early chipped off some ice and dumped it into the wooden bucket. Then he dumped some cream, some milk, and some cocoa powder into the tin container, and gave the handle a few cranks.

“Here, Daddy,” Polly excitedly said, holding out a cup of the sticky syrup.

“Now, Daddy old and he ain’t going be able do all this cranking by himself no,” Early said and Polly grabbed the handle and began churning furiously.

Early watched the eighteen year old girl’s heavy breasts wiggle and wobble as she cranked. The cool air from the ice in the bucket, as well as the rasping back and forth against the cotton of her dress caused her fat nipples to harden considerably. But he did not chide her for neglecting to put on her shift as he had ordered her to do.

“My arm ’bout fall off yeah,” she finally said to Molly.

“Here, I ain’t no big baby,” Molly teased her sister.

Early pursed his lips as Molly also began cranking fast and furious. It was obvious, at some time in between Thomas David’s departure, and the fetching of the cane sugar syrup, Molly had removed her shift.

Her breasts also jiggled and wiggled freely as she cranked and cranked.

Early smirked; it was obvious that Molly was tiring and quickly. But Molly would not give her sister the satisfaction of seeing her fail.

“It my turn yeah,” he said and Molly gratefully relinquished the handle.

He turned the crank until he felt a hard resistance to the crank and made Polly grab three bowls and three spoons.

Then the three sat on the customers’ stools and ate the treat.

“Thank you, Daddy,” Molly whispered and kissed him on his lips.

They both giggled.

“Your lips cold yeah,” Early said.

“Fixing tell you that too,” Molly laughed.

“Here, let me see,” Polly begged and Early kissed the eighteen year old girl.

“Ooh, they cold yeah!” Polly giggled.

“Now go on, get out of here,” Early said as he heard an automobile come to a stop outside.

Their dresses clung to their shapely rumps as they scampered out the rear door.

“Help you?” Early asked as two strangers came into the shop.

One of the men was short and thin, with a pinched looking face. The other man was almost six feet tall, broad shouldered, handsome.

The short, thin man plastered a smile on his face. The smile looked more like a grimace, but Early returned his smile.

“Uh, yeah, yeah, uh, look here,” the man said in an obvious New Orleans’ accent. “We uh, we got us a couple of broads, see what I’m telling you?”

“And you wanting you a ham?” Early asked. “Or maybe a good chicken? I got me a capon out back been feeding him plenty of corn he about…”

“Naw, naw, we uh, Sam here and me? We hear you’re the Joe in the know, the man go to, need a little sauce, huh? Huh? Ha ha,” the smaller man said again.

“The who?” Early asked.

“See, these broads? They’re wanting a little party, see what I’m telling you?” the smaller man lowered his voice.

“Well, I got some cheese, goes good with the ham, or how about some corned beef?” Early suggested.

“We’re looking for some booze,” Sam finally said, voice harsh, almost angry.

“Yeah, yeah, see, these broads? They get a little of the sauce in them? They kind of get a little…” the smaller man looked around to make sure they were alone. “…they get a little wild, see what I’m telling you?”

“This is a Butcher shop; I got meat. I got me some meat, a little dairy too, got me some eggs,” Early said, indicating the shop with a wave of his hand.

Then Early leaned toward the two men. The two men leaned toward Early.

“But I don’t got no booze no. That’s illegal and I got me two girls and they ain’t got them no momma,” Early claimed. “I break the law, what going happen them?”

“But our friend, he says you want the best hooch around, go see Earl Chopin,” the smaller man protested.

“This friend got him a name?” Early asked.

“Thomas David Daigrepont,” Sam said.

“Never heard of him but you see him, you tell him he a liar and his daddy’s a thief,” Early smiled.

“But these broads…” the smaller man spluttered.

“Now, you get you some meat or get on out of here,” Early said.

“…they’re expecting us to get them some booze!” the smaller man protested.

“Next time, get you the booze,” Early smiled. “THEN you get you the broads. Broads a lot easier find than booze yeah.”

“I thought Thomas David was keeping company with your uh, your older daughter,” Sam questioned.

“I’m ask her yeah, but I don’t know me no Thomas David Daigrepont,” Early shook his head. “Sound to me like some boy who got him a momma and daddy ain’t never married, though.”

The two men left the building. Early carefully propped the shotgun back on the rack just under the counter. Then he wiped the sweat from the back of his neck.

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I walked into the bedroom, and you were just sitting there jacking off. I don’t even know why I’m wasting my time with you since you’re cock is so small, I mean it was ridiculously small, I’ve seen bigger on dogs. and I bet you can’t even get it up for me, since you’re not even a man at all. just this fat ass loser. god, and you tried to come over to me and just tripped over your big bloated feet and fell on the floor. I’m surprised the floor didn’t give way; you’re so un co-ordinated! you think I’d want you? YOU? just look at you? Go ahead and take a look. No wonder no one wants you. you’re so ugly!

I told you to get your fat fucking ass off the goddamn floor and it took you at least five minutes. Why do you have to be so slow? What’s wrong with you?? Are you that stupid? I bet you are. You’re such a stupid pig, stinking up my bedroom and making a big mess everywhere you go. I don’t know why I bother wasting all my time with you; you’re not mersin esc worth it at all. God, and it’s so hot in here. Didn’t you bother turning on the air conditioner? No of course not, you can’t do anything right can you. You simply are not intelligent enough to grasp the concept. I’m taking off my clothes now, because you’re such a stupid thoughtless jerk and didn’t bother turning down the temperature. What a retard.

I want you to keep jerking off until I let you cum. Is that the real size of your cock? What is that? You call that a cock? It’s so small I can barely see it, and it’s not nearly hard enough. Can’t you make it harder than that, I bet an eighty year old man could get it harder than that, and just look at those balls. Just look at them! You think a woman would want to fuck you with balls like that; you’ve got to be kidding me. Don’t even waste my time; you couldn’t possibly think that I could get wet from those tiny little balls.

You esc mersin want to touch these tits, well you can’t. Your hands are so dirty, and sweaty and you stink. And you probably have all types of germs swimming around on those sweaty palms of yours. Don’t even think about touching me you bacteria infested freak. Ugh, the smell is horrible, don’t you ever wash? You smell just like a big dirty dumb pig. Such a fucking loser. And look at that chest! What are you, a woman? Big fat tits, you look like a big ugly cow.

I’m touching myself down there, you know. Making myself wet for you, but you don’t get to touch it since you’re such a dirty douche bag. You think you can have me? Don’t even bother! Ah fuck this shit, I can’t even get myself remotely turned on with you in the room. I give up. I am going to put my clothes back on. To be honest with you I do not even know why I took them off in the first place. I should have just kept them on, mersineskort you are not even worth it. Heck I am surprised you are not a virgin, who would want to be with you let alone be in the same room!

Is that the best you can do? You’re already done? God, I should have known you couldn’t have lasted more than ten minutes. And what’s with that putrid yellow stuff oozing out of your penis? You should be ashamed of yourself. Nothing but a nasty, ulgy old loser with nothing to offer me or anyone else in this world. That’s probably an infection you got going on there, there is no way that yellow jizz could possibly be normal. Go see a doctor idiot. Go get yourself checked out for venereal diseases you pathetic piece of shit. There’s no way you’re man enough for me.

I am leaving now. Leaving your sorry ass behind in this nasty, unkempt room you call a home. I don’t think I need to remind you what a pathetic loser you are. I think you will have better luck finding a dick to suck. But then again, what decent guy would want to be seen with you? Oh yeah… no one! I am laughing and you are begging me not to leave. Fuck you, I got my money. Bye for now.

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First TimeI arrived home from school, into the middle of a huge fight.“Samantha, you cant just take my credit card, that’s stealing”“But daddy, I was just shopping online”“You spent over 100 dollars, what did you buy”“just a top daddy”“A top? For 100 dollars, that’s it your grounded, for a week”“But daddy, I’ve got a date with Brad on Friday.“I don’t care, you’re grounded”“Mom, please you tell him I cant be grounded”“No, if your dad says your grounded, your grounded, now go upstairs and work out how you are going to pay the money back”I had run up the stairs, not wanting to get involved, I had figured out that at 15 keeping out of family feuds was the best idea. Also, I was horny, I was always horny.“Jake!” my door suddenly burst open.“Fuck off, cant you knock, this is my room, a bit of privacy please” grabbing my sheets to cover myself up.“Jeez Jake, you’re jerking off! for fuck sake. Quick I need you to hide this, daddy cant find it, if he does I’ll be grounded for ever.” Samantha handed me a small box.“What’s in it”“Don’t open it, promise me, don’t open it, quick dad’s coming, I’ll get it back later, by the way I can see your laptop in the mirror”. She ran out of my room, turning to grin at me as she left.I heard dad coming up the stairs, opening Samantha’s bedroom door. “Well, show me what you bought!”“Just this top daddy, I told you.”They argued for nearly thirty minutes, I could hear him searching her room for proof of what she had bought, then he eventually gave up.About an hour later, she was in my room again, this time she knocked, “Hope you’re not jerking off again” her face filled with a huge cheeky grin.“Fuck off”“Only if you stop jerking off, your girl friend should do that for you”“Hey”“I heard you were on a date with Shelly Green at the weekend, did she not do it for you”“No!”“Jeez Jake, why not, she’s the biggest slut in school, they say she even did her gardener last summer”“She’s not like that, that’s not true”“Well I know at least six guys in my class that have been with her, two say they did her at the same time”. I must have gone bright red, Samantha is only a year older than me, and seems to spend her life teasing me. “Oh Jake, you didn’t even try did you?”“No”“You can’t be that shy”“Well, yes, I didn’t know how to ask”“Oh just kiss her, be a man”“I think I’m too shy”“Now where’s the box?”“What’s in it?” I pulled the box from my press, holding it out of her reach.“You promised you wouldn’t look” “I haven’t looked yet, if you tell me I wont have to look”“Its just what I bought”“For one hundred dollars, it must be something special” I moved to open the box.“No please, don’t open it.I opened the box, in it there was a bra and panties, I pulled them out, she blushed the strappy bra and panties were red lace, and probably covered very little. Samantha jumped at me to grab them, landing across my bed, across me. As she landed, something else fell out of the box, a small pink vibrator. She made to grab for it, and missed, her hand landing right on my crotch, on my semi stiff cock, under my sheets.She blushed, I blushed. I dropped the box and its contents, Samantha picked everything up and ran out of my room. For the first time in my life my cock had been touched by a girl, even if it was my sister, and the erection that gave me was massive.I lay there for about twenty minutes, thinking about her bra and panties, her vibrator, imagining what she would be doing with it. Then there was a quiet knock on my door.“Jake” Samantha whispered, “can I come in, I’m sorry”“Ok”She walked in, closing the door behind her. Samantha was in her pyjamas, ready for bed. “Can I ask you a question”“Sure”“Jake are you still a virgin”“Why”“Please, are you”“Erm, yeah”“Promise you wont tell anyone, but so am I”“I’m hardly going to tell everyone, that my sister is a virgin and so am I, neither of us can tell anyone”“You see, the bra and panties, well I’ve been going out with Brad for a few months, and well we were going to do it this weekend, we tried before, but, well he didn’t get turned on, he said I don’t look like, you know, a porn star, so I thought I’d get something, well you saw them. Do you think they looked hot, would they turn a guy on if I wore them”“I only saw them for a second, but I’d guess so”“Tell me what you really think, are they sexy, if I show you will you be honest” she pulled her pyjama top up, revealing the new bra, showing me her lace encased breasts, her dark pink nipples poking from the thin material. Then she stood up, pulling her pants down, revealing the tiny strappy panties, turning to show me them from every angle. I could feel my cock responding, she looked at least as good as any porn star I had seen, her body was perfect. “Wow Sam, that’s, wow” I couldn’t really make a proper sentence.“Oh thanks Jake, thank you” she leaped up on to my bed, wrapping her arms around my neck, hugging me. “Thank you”“You look so sexy, I don’t know how any guy could turn you down. But can I ask you one more question.” She nodded, “The vibrator?”“I thought it would be a good way to practice, you know before the first time” she was still hugging me, her perfume filling my nostrils, her breath in my ear.“If Brad, you know, doesn’t do it, then maybe I could” I didn’t finish my sentence, she just hugged tighter.“Oh Jake, you’re amazing, thank you, thank you” she walked out of the room, picking up her pyjamas on the way, watching her cute round ass wobble in the tiny panties as she left nearly made me cum right there. She paused for a second at the door, checking there was no body around, then as she disappeared through the door, she gave me another cheeky smile.A few minutes later as I lay bakırköy escort there, in the silent house, gently stroking my cock, I heard a low hum coming from Samantha’s room, she was moaning quietly, I could only imagine exactly what she was doing, but that was all I needed, stroking my cock to the rhythm I could hear from her. Every few minutes I heard her gasp, then there was a loud sigh, and a muffled moan, as if she had buried her face in the pillow. My cock started throbbing, pumping cum into the air, my hot sticky cream landing on my chest, my stomach and my hand, thick white globules.I lay there panting, my orgasm had been intense, as I guessed was hers was . I lay quietly for a few minutes, then the bedroom door cracked open, “Jake are you awake?” Samantha whispered.“Yeah”, I pulled the covers up, covering my waist down, she came in, over to the bed and sat on the edge.“I need a huge favour, in case daddy searches my room again, can you hide these for me?” she held up the bra and panties she had bought with dad’s credit card, along with the vibrator. Samantha was wearing her pyjamas, the top only had one button closed, just holding her breasts in, showing her cleavage, her g****fruit size breasts straining the single button. I could barely keep my eyes off the cavern between her breasts. “Please, he’ll never search your room, he thinks you’re an angel” she grinned, I gestured towards my drawer, she carefully put the items right to the back under my clothes. “thank you” she said, leaning over me “I owe you one” then she lowered down and kissed my lips, just for a second not a passionate or sexual kiss, but a little more than a kiss you would give your grandma. As she raised up, she paused, “What’s that on your stomach” I tried to follow her gaze, she moved her finger towards where she was looking, then I saw it, a small white ball of cum, she touched it, spreading it over my skin. Neither of us moved, I was embarrassed, it was obvious I had been jerking off, she looked pensive, thinking. After a minute she asked “Were you jerking off again?”“So were you, “I threw a glance towards the drawer she had just put her vibrator in, “I could hear you”. There was another minute’s silence.“Can I see it, Jake”“What?”“Your cock”. I didn’t actually answer, she stared in my eyes, then moved her hand to my sheet. Lifting it slowly, she pulled back the sheets, revealing my semi stiff cock. She sat there staring at my cock, which seemed to be growing with every minute. She reached out with one finger, her touch was so gentle I could barely feel it, it was only the tip of her finger, and it only lasted a second, but it made my cock swell instantaneously. We sat there for a few minutes, her watching my cock intently, me ogling her breasts straining to escape her pyjamas.“Jake, do you want to do it”“Do what?”“Have sex, you and me, nobody would find out, and I’m so fucking horny right now, and I think you feel the same” her finger touched my cock again.“Us? Are you sure?”“We could call it practice, you know before our first real time, if you want to?”“Where?” “Well we have a bed, here, don’t we” she pulled the covers off the bed, “Move over” she opened her pyjama top, revealing her breasts, her creamy white breasts, with dark pink nipples, her flat smooth stomach. Then she stood up, tugging down her pants, and her panties. She had a small neatly trimmed bush. She climbed back on to the bed and lay on her back, a huge grin on her face.I moved to the bottom of the bed, she spread her legs, showing me the perfect slit between her legs. Pulling her knees up, she used her fingers to spread her pussy lips apart, I could see the moisture leaking from her. The first time in my life I had seen a real pussy, not a picture, not a video. I moved closer, holding my cock between a couple of fingers, and guided it towards her opening. I looked up, taking my gaze from her pussy, the tip of my cock touching her pussy, about to enter my first woman. I could feel her warmth and dampness on the head of my sensitive cock. Suddenly she grimaced. “Are you ok Samantha, we can stop if you want, I haven’t put it in yet”“No, I don’t want to stop, but some girls say it hurts, please don’t hurt me”“If it hurts at all we’ll stop straight away, I promise” I pressed the tip of my cock against her opening, I could see her pussy spread as my cock pushed it way in. Samantha gasped. “Will I stop?”“No, No, that’s…” I pushed in a little more, “Wow, oh fuck, that’s, wow” another little bit and I felt the head of my cock popping inside her, fully in. “Oh god you’re inside me, that feels so good” the shaft of my cock slid in easily, her soaking wet pussy acting like an oiled engine. Slowly inch by inch my cock disappeared until I felt my stomach against hers. I began moving my hips up and down, copying all the porn movies I had watched. Her body bouncing underneath me, her breasts swinging from side to side. Samantha was moaning, moving to match my movements. I guess I only lasted a few minutes when I felt my balls tighten, my cock start to pulse.“I’m cumming Sam, I’m cumming, will I pull….”“Oh fuck, I’m cumming too, that feels so good”. I felt her hands grab my butt, pulling me tight into her. Then the hot explosion of cum raced from my cock, she let out a loud yelp, and bucked her hips up against mine. Her pussy was throbbing, it felt like it was trying to suck every drop of cum from my body, I suddenly lost all my strength and fell on top of her.My cock was slowly reducing in size, but her pussy still felt like it was throbbing. Eventually my cock fell out and I rolled off her. She sat beşiktaş escort up, turned over and kissed me, on the mouth, her tongue teasing mine, then she climbed off the bed, grabbing her clothes, she disappeared out the door. I had lost my virginity, I wanted to talk to her, to hold her to make sure she was cool with what we did, but for the next two days, our paths didn’t cross, she ran out of her room as the school bus arrived, she was always with her friends in school, we both had after school activities on Thursday and Friday. I saw her in the corridor, tried to signal her, but she turned her back, ignoring me. It was Saturday before our paths crossed, the kitchen, she was eating breakfast when I got up, sitting at the table with mom and dad. She didn’t even say good morning. We eventually got a moment alone, “Are you ok,” I asked her, she nodded, “You haven’t even acknowledged me, I want to know how you feel”“Jake, if we were suddenly friends, everyone would be suspicious” mom and dad came back into the kitchen, “Well Jake” she announced in her usual patronising voice, “I hear you were made captain of the Nerd team and you also joined the Dorks Society”“Samantha, stop teasing him, it’s the chess team and the debating society” said mom“Sorry” she said, “Mom, can you take me to the mall, I need some bras and panties” she agve me a sly grin.“No you don’t, you have plenty of bras”“But they’re only training bras”“Well, I don’t have time, ok”“Daddy, will you bring me shopping for bras and panties”Dad blushed slightly, “Erm no, that’s em not appropriate”“What about you Jake will you bring me, to buy some grown up bras and..” I was standing at the sink, I turned to look at Samantha, quickly she crossed her legs, the skirt of her dress rising up, giving me clear view of her legs and a glimpse of her panties. It was only a second, but it was a signal, that second told me that she had no regrets about what we had done. She hadn’t finished her sentence when mom interrupted her.“Samantha, stop, don’t ask your father or brother things like that, I’ll think about it ok”Twenty minutes later both mom and dad drove away, both with a full day of activities, I had no plans for the day and Samantha was still grounded. I went to the den, turning on the TV. About five minutes later I heard Samantha calling, “Jake where are you?”“In the den, TV” she appeared around the door, bounded over and sat down on my lap, sideways on, right on top of my crotch. “Ouch” she shifted slightly. “Thanks” Samantha had an arm around my neck.“Jake about the other night, I wanted to say thank you, I thought my first time would be a let down would be painful, but, well it was fantastic, I didn’t think I would cum, but wow” she leaned forward, kissing my mouth, I felt her tongue pressing against my lips, searching for my tongue, we kissed for several minutes. When she broke the kiss, she said “Since then, I’ve been so horny, so hot” she spread her legs slightly, parting her legs a little, making her skirt rise up her thighs. “ I was in your room, I hope you don’t mind” she pulled her hand from behind my back, she was holding her vibrator, the one she had hidden in my drawer. Slowly she pulled her skirt higher, revealing her white panties, she flicked the vibrator on, and pressed it against her panties, against her pussy. She rubbed the toy up and down her slit, her panties getting wet. “Every time I see you, I think of you, I imagine this is your cock”. From the moment she sat on my lap, I was getting hard, spreading her legs had my cock straining, then when she began playing with her vibrator I thought I was going to explode. She pulled her panties aside, revealing her pussy, “I shaved for you, so my pussy is nice and clean” she said, then slowly inserted the buzzing toy between her pussy lips. “Oh god, this is fucking amazing” she was fucking herself fast, the toy nearly a blur between her legs. “Oh god, Jake I’m cumming, I’m cumming” she turned her face, locking her lips to mine, I could feel her whole body shake, then she collapsed, limp against me.She was panting hard, “Jake, do you want to go upstairs”“Yes, of course I do”“Do you want to make love with me”“Yeah, sure but what about Brad?”“Its all off, he went out with Shelly Green on Thursday and apparently he came in his pants, he hadn’t even got his dick out, so I guess that’s both of us single now” she looked sympathetic, then with a shrug of her shoulders she grinned, “Come on then lover, we have a bed waiting”We raced up to my room, pulling each other’s clothes off, as soon as Samantha was naked she jumped on to the bed, crawling to the far side on all fours, that was the moment when I noticed it, realised it, her peach shaped ass, the smooth creamy skin, two perfect globes of flesh, the cavernous crack in the middle, and her pussy, a small mound hanging just below. “Samantha, wait!”. She stopped, turning her head to look at me, her usually bright blue eyes looking hazed.“Wow that’s amazing”“What?”“Your ass, I never realised how sexy it was”. She shook her ass from side to side, giggling. I stepped forward, grabbing her hips, I first planted a kiss on one ass cheek, then the other, then licking over the mounds of flesh, slowly I moved towards her pussy. She giggled and sighed as my tongue and mouth explored her soft skin. When I reached her pussy, close up I could see droplets of her juices hanging onto her pussy lips. I lapped up the tiny drops, tasting pussy for the first time, she gasped, then I prodded her pussy with my tongue, the taste was wonderful, like honey, dripping onto my tongue. As I licked her she beylikdüzü escort was moaning loudly, arching her back and hips to give me a better angle and deeper penetration.“Oh Jake, that’s so fucking good, what does it taste like, it feels so good” she bucked slightly as my tongue reached even deeper inside her. I slipped a finger inside her pussy, wiping up some of her juice, then offering my finger to her mouth she sucked it, lapping up her own juices. “Oh god Jake, wow, will you fuck me, please, I’m so horny, I want to feel you inside me”I pulled the last of my clothes off, then climbed onto the bed, right behind her, my cock was so hard, I was so turned on, my erection was virtually pointing skyward. Trying to enter her from behind, my cock missed her pussy, running upwards along the crack of her ass, “God no Jake, not there, in my pussy”“Sorry, I missed”. She arched her back even more. Watching my cock slide in and out of her pussy from above, hearing the slapping sounds as our bodies collided, the way her perfect round ass appeared to vibrate as my cock filled her and pulled out.“Jeez Jake, that’s fucking amazing, don’t stop, I think I’m about to cum”, I don’t know how I hadn’t cum yet, but Samantha’s body was shaking below me, her moans were nearly shouts, competing with my own loud grunts, her little brown asshole appeared to winking at me, as her body seemed to spasm, she let out a loud shout, “Oh fuck, yessss” I felt her pussy gripping my cock tightly then releasing, then gripping. She fell forward, her hole body shaking, my cock slipped from her pussy, which seemed to remain open.“Oh god Jake, that was the best, I’ve never cum so hard, are you sure you haven’t done this before”“No I swear, the other night was my first time”“Wow, have you cum yet? My pussy is so wet I cant tell”“No” I said, looking down at my throbbing cock. We both giggled.“Lie on your back” she ordered. I did as she asked, she straddled me, guiding her pussy down on to my cock. She leaned forward, letting one of her breasts fall into my mouth, I sucked hard, feeling her nipple against my tongue, as her hips began rising on my cock. Her movements were slow, I could feel the whole length of her pussy as it slid up and down on my hardness. While the break in fucking had taken some of the edge from my pending orgasm the change in pace, and the new position were starting to bring me back up to the excitement I was having before.She sat up, leaning backwards, holding my leg for balance. I had a clear view of her pussy, and my cock inside her, stretching her. She used her other hand to rub her clit, little circles, our juices were her lubrication. “Oh Jake, I’m going to cum again, your cock feels so good, I can feel it rubbing the inside of my pussy” she let out a little yelp, as if I had just hit her perfect spot.“I’m going to cum too” I said, then suddenly felt the small welcome explosion, originating in the pit of my stomach, and racing through my body to my cock. “Oh god Samantha, oh god, fuck yess” my hot cum raced through my shaft, filling her pussy, just as she cried out, cumming at the exact same time.We fell apart, panting, sweating. “That was amazing Jake, I’ve never cum so much, so many times, so quickly” her head was resting on my chest. “Your cock still looks hard and big, and you’ve put so much cum in my pussy, how big is it?”“I don’t know, I never measured it” she giggled. She jumped off the bed, on my study desk she picked up a ruler, I watched with pure lust, her naked body as she seemed to float across the room. Back on the bed, she placed the ruler against my cock, “Five inches” she announced, the she leaned over and slipped her mouth around the head, sucking, I could feel my cock grow even more. “Five and a half, that feels big enough to me and it tastes delicious, even with my pussy juices coating it” she put the ruler down and went back to sucking my cock, licking the length, sucking as deeply as she could, her head bobbing up and down. I tried to reach her pussy, to finger her as she sucked my cock, but her body was at the wrong angle and I could only reach her ass cheek.“That’s amazing Samantha, have you given many blowjobs before”She looked up, a wicked grin on her face, “No, first time”Her technique felt well practiced, she bringing me close to cumming again. She cupped one of my balls in her hand, gentle tugging, adding to the feeling I was having. “Oh god, cumming” I had barely announced it, when I felt my second load of cum shoot from my cock. The first spurt hit the back of her throat, she seemed to get a fright, not expecting it, she gagged slightly, pulling her mouth off me, the second spurt of cum hit her directly on the cheek, the third on her chin.She was giggling, looked a little embarrassed, “Sorry, I didn’t expect it, you know to hit my throat so powerfully, but it tasted quiet good, I’ll know what to expect next time, that is if you want, you know, a next time”“Of course I do, you are so hot, so sexy, I hope there will be next times for ever”Samantha, rolled in beside me, her back to me cuddling up, I wrapped my arms around her, enjoying her closeness, I had one hand on her breast, gently pulling at her nipple, my other hand between her legs, stroking her pussy, both of us wallowing in our sexual ecstasy.Suddenly the bedroom door burst open, “What the fuck!” we both jumped up, trying to cover our naked bodies, with only our hands. mom was standing there, holding Samantha’s vibrator and panties in her hand, I was wondering who left these in the den, but, I think I know now, at least this means that the two of you might stop the constant fighting, your dad will be home in about twenty minutes, so maybe a quick shower would be in order” she turned, placing the panties and vibrator on the table and walked out the door, pulling it closed on the way. Both me and Samantha, could only laugh. “And by the way” mom called as she walked down the hall, “make sure your father never finds out about this!”

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“Too bad about your bike!”

That was the first words I heard her say to me directly. I was crossing the foyer on my way to my desk and morning coffee, when I saw her standing behind the entrance desk. Just taking something from a drawer she had to pick up, she straightened and looked at me with those perfect blue eyes that I have always seen around the office but never had the courage to talk to.

“Oh yeah, but luckily the insurance on the crashed one will help me get an even better one,” I managed to blurt out after I caught on she was talking to me. “If I can get this fixed as well,” I said pointing to my arm in a sling I got from the motorcycle accident about a week ago. I luckily walked away from it with just a broken wrist that was still aching like crazy even now.

“That looks very painful, are you okay overall?” she asked with genuine concern.

“I will be okay in a few weeks, but at the moment I am just looking to get back on the bike. It is too nice a summer not to ride around,” I said.

“Well then, as soon as you get your new bike, I want to go for a ride as well. We can do a lunchtime if you let me know?” she smiled.

“Sure thing, I have a extra helmet so whenever just let me know,” I stammered out after the shock hit me. I have just been asked to go for a motorcycle ride from someone I have often fantasised about doing just that.

“See you later then,” the eyes smiled and went back to her office

“Yeah, catch you laters,” I blurted out.

Walking up the stairs my mind raced. Did she just? … Do we have a riding date now? I was a bit in a state and also quite alarmed that maybe just maybe she could read my mind about what I was thinking about almost every time I saw her previously.

I always I saw her about the place quite a lot since she started almost a year ago, talking to so many people and solving issues. And every time she entered the open plan on her way to help someone with something, you could not miss her. At a glance (because it is rude to just stare at a beautiful woman) you could not get past the smile as that is the first thing that caught your eye. She always smiled and whomever made eye contact with her was greeted by name as she had a photographic memory for faces. And the flash of the lights on her blonde hair always seem to halo her in softness. There are songs written about woman like her, and for once I also got the inkling about what the singers are trying to convey.

“…and I need to just find out when the appointment is,” someone said.

Snapping back out of my reverie my spine turned colder than a icicle when I realised she turned and was standing next to my desk asking me something. Sheer terror hot-wired my brain and I replayed my subconscious memory of her asking me if I need any more help with hospital visits and if she could arrange any equipment or transport for me.

Staring up at her I must have swallowed three times before I answered. We shared one of my lame puns and she was gone with a swish of that blonde hair. But not out of my mind as the faint traces of her perfume lingered around me and in my thoughts.

The next few days we started chatting on the internal messaging program, me updating her on my medical situation, and her asking me admin questions. Admin and updates started turning into just chatting, talking about motorcycles and trips we have done, people we have met and experiences shared, ending up saying good morning and good night to each other every day over the next few weeks.

Fast forwarding on a month and myself turning up at work one morning with my new motorcycle. I parked in my usual spot and just grimaced a little after putting it on it’s centre stand as my wrist is still a bit tender. Buzzing myself in I just took off my helmet as I entered the foyer.

“I hoped you brought another helmet,” I heard a familiar voice say as I turned around. She was staring quizzically at the new bike.

“Will we both fit on there?” she asked.

“Yeah sure, no problem. … do you mean you want to go for a ride with me?” I asked a bit nervous.

“Of course, you promised me when you get a new bike we can go,” she smiled. “Or did you not mean it?” she quizzed.

“Sure sure! I would be very happy to give you a ride,” and as the words came out I knew what I said could be taken one of two ways. We started making jokes about double-entrendes a couple of weeks ago and ever sharp she just replied with a smirk “You wish!” and on her way out turned around and gave me a look. Or did give me a look. Maybe it was just my fevered imagination but I so wanted there to be ‘a look’ because as I stood there I knew I was busy falling very, very hard for this incredible woman.

The next day we duly met during our lunch break and rode for a half hour out and about the countryside. It felt like minutes for me. The whole previous evening I was in a giddy state to think that she will be sitting so close to me, hugging me as we were riding. And it was amazing. I was bakırköy escort in two minds as one part of me was not believing that she trusts me to speed along with her. She was holding tight to me and I could feel her pressing into my back every time I braked. I even caught myself feeling very happy just tapping her on her thigh, something I do automatically when I want the pillion to hold on as we are going to accelerate. But on the other hand I was also very much aware that I did not want to scare her and possibly curtail any future ride outs. So I was the model of a rider but I must confess, just adding a little burst of speed now and then had her clinging to me even tighter.

As we pulled into the parking area and got off, we both took our helmets off, and the smile and shining blue eyes told me all I needed to know. This was exiting for her too, and it was something we will definitely do again.

We rode out a couple of more times, and as we got more relaxed with each other we both opened up as well about how our lives were at the moment. We knew a lot about each other, but now that the veneer of our masks have been worn away by real friendship, we got to experience each others deeper parts and hidden depths. As these things go our double-entendres turned into more serious questions and these turned in time to white hot messages full of passionate ideas and thoughts.

At that time we did not go any further with this relationship as we were both married. But as life would have it we were both unhappy in certain aspects of our sex lives. I was practically celibate and we both needed warmth in our lives.

So after a party one evening at her place with friends where we shared some looks that lingered just a shade above what is appropriate, we found ourselves a week later planning to meet up at one of our favourite places.

“You know I have a lot of things left over from the BBQ last week,” she said looking askew at me while opening her car door where we parked in the company lot.

Looking up I saw a beautiful day with the promise of a mellow evening later. “So let’s go to yours and have a fire and make something for dinner there,” I said clicking in my chinstrap.

“Do you know how to get there?” she asked.

“I think I remember,” I bluffed, knowing full well that with the weight in my heart I left the previous week I can find the tracks back in the dark.

Riding in the sunny and clear air was intoxication itself, with all the new smell of growth and cut grass and cool air amongst the trees made me felt good to be alive, and thinking of spending a evening just the two of us made me glad to feel that feeling of being alive and exited again.

Walking through the front door felt a bit strange as a week before there were all these people there and we could not spend a lot of time together. The quiet cool house made my words dry up, even after all the planned quips and talking points I meticulously practised so that I won’t come across all dumbstruck if I think about the fact that I am alone here with her.

“Just drop your gear anywhere,” she said and I placed my helmet and jacket on the stair landing.

“I never had time to say I like your place last time,” I recalled.

“Thank you, yeah it was a bit crazy full of people but let me give you the proper tour,” she said tying up her hair and walking up the stairs.

“I have been up here to use your upstairs bathroom last week. There was a bit queue downstairs,” I said, and immediately wanting to kick myself for mentioning it.

“Oh, the main bathroom on this floor is much better than my on-suite. I don’t know what they were thinking with placing such a small bathroom next to the bedroom. Look!” she pointed out as we walked into her bedroom.

Just smelling her every where was enough to make me slowly succumb to an overwhelming feeling of rising passion and feelings that left me shaken.

“Just look from here, you can’t see how small the shower is,” she said as she clicked on the light and pointed at a shower. “I can hardly shower without hitting a wall, it must be even harder if you are taller than me.”

“It’s not so bad,” I joked and stepped into the shower. “Two of you can fit in here easily.”

“I don’t know,” she said. “It will be very tight.”

A strange calm came over me that I would remember for the rest of my life.

“Let’s have a shower and see then,” I heard myself say.

I have never been so direct or brazen with a woman ever before. I realised as I said it that this is one of those moments in my life where for once I had the courage to speak out loud about what I wanted.

The electricity that crackled between us was palpable as she just looked at me with those blue eyes that seemed to glow in the late afternoon dusk.

“Okay,” she said, and just gently bit her lower lip.

Her words seem to drain every last bit of hesitation and self consciousness out of me.

Wordlessly I slowly started to beşiktaş escort take off my clothes and I marvelled as she mimicked me move for move until she stood there dressed to perfection in her soft skin and perfume. Stepping past me, just near enough to touch my thigh with her trailing fingers she opened the shower door and spun a tap. Water cascading down behind her she turned around and faced me. We stared each other straight in the eyes. Reaching out she took my hand and stepped me into the spray.

Without a word she took a bottle of shower gel off the hook and gently started washing me. The smell of strawberry and vanilla filled the air. I started doing the same and after a few moments the fact that I was gliding my hands all over her and the slickness of the gel was too much and I pulled her to me.

Holding her so close with water streaming off us I could feel the softness of her breasts against me. Not breaking the long sensual look we held she reached down and ran her fingers over my now aching erection, making me inhale involuntarily sending all sorts of pleasure into me with just the gentlest of touches.

“I want to touch you,” I whispered in her ear, and the soft moan was all the encouragement I needed.

It was the most natural thing to run my hand from her face and neck, trailing between her breasts where the back of my hand felt the smoothness as it passed her chest and belly. I reached her mound and slid into the gap between her thighs and found that the shower was not the only thing that was making things wet. Her face went wide eyed with a small “Oh!” exclamation as I caressed her outer lips and with a little bit of pressure slipped a slick finger in-between.

Just slowly pulling my hand across her pussy and ever so lightly wiping over the clit have me the most beautiful picture of her face turned up at me, blonde hair an cascade of a waterfall, her eyes closed and compressing her lips to contain something, trying to move herself so that I can touch her again and make her shudder all over. Standing in the pouring spray her breathing became audible over the rush, and the flush on her face was not all the hot waters fault.

“I want to touch you inside,” I said when she finally opened her eyes after just the most subtle sway of her hips ceased and she stopped gently rubbing herself on the side of my hand.

Smiling that devilish smile I saw her lowering down a fraction as she spread her legs and moved my hand and placed it cupped over her pussy. I will never forget the groan I heard when I gently eased my fingers into her. Not even the cascading shower could hide the fact that she was so wet and slippery. Feeling the velvet of having my fingers inside her I slowly and softly touched her clit with my thumb and the increasing grip of her hands on my shoulders was all I needed to know. Her groans were building steadily and she lowered her head to my chest, the soft moans filling the small cubicle. Slowly I reached up to her neck with my other hand that was previously exploring her body. I tilted her head back and looked into a face on the verge of ecstasy.

“I want to taste you,” I said as I looked at her eyes heavy with lust.

“Please,” she whispered. The honest acknowledgement of what we both wanted was one of the sexiest things I heard in my life.

Going down on one knee, lifting a wonderfully shaped leg over my shoulder I trailed my hands over her breasts and with the tip of my tongue tasting the slick essence of her clean shaven pussy. Gently probing around her lips, I got more and more aroused by being so close to her and after playing with her scent and teasing her I could not contain myself and I took all of her into my mouth sucking gently while rolling around her clit as gently as I could.

The unexpected heat and the fact that she grabbed a handful of hair on the back of my head was the sign that I was doing something right, so I continued with long slow licks and gently playing with her. A trembling muscle from her leg and the sound of her hand slamming onto the wall to keep her standing told me something was having an effect. Gasping she pulled me to my feet and pinned me on the opposite wall.

Being six foot it was a bit of an experience when such a petite creature forcefully pushes you into a tiled wall, but even better was the feeling of her sliding her hands over my body while so sensually sloping down my body and feeling the wonderful silk sensation of her mouth encompassing me. My senses took a leave of absence and my body just automatically did what it needed to do. Having fantasised about this for so long I let myself just drink in the experience. Just looking down and seeing those beautiful eyes smiling with the full knowledge of what she is doing to me, almost pushed me over the edge.

Arching my hips I tensed as she continued altering between licking me and then taking me deep into her throat. The lust taking over I wrapped my hands in her lovely hair and syncing beylikdüzü escort with her bobbing head just rode myself into pleasure. But just on the cusp of exploding into her mouth the sensation suddenly stopped.

Standing up she reached for my neck and bending down to her she kissed me with such passion it was almost as good as having her lips on my cock. I could taste the faint smell of myself and I am sure she could taste herself too. For a long time we stood there in the warm water spray just kissing and holding on to one another as if we did not ever want to let go.

“I want to explore you,” she said as she bit my ear. Turning me around she guided my hands and made me reach up for the shower head. “Don’t let go,” she said smiling a wicked grin. Working her way down my body I never knew parts could be so sensitive and when she gently got down on my nipples it was amazing to feel sensations when she played with them. Trailing fingers slowly down my back and grazing her nipples over my ass she grabbed my ankles and pulled them apart.

Reaching from behind she gently stroked my balls, and as she grabbed my shaft I thought I was going to cum just from that. It was when her tongue started exploring my ass I was overwhelmed and by the intimacy of such an act. No one had ever done this to me, and the feeling of her wonderful touch and tongue blew my mind and world away.

I was reeling from the experience and sensing she was pushing me way over the edge, she stood and turned me around where I was still holding on to the shower head, trembling from the experience.

“I want to do that to you,” I said without hesitation and still breathless. The slow turnaround she did looking over her shoulders smiling made me decide that never again will anything be taboo for me. Kneeling down I made her spread her legs and she arched out her ass. Grabbing both her cheeks I stretched her open and lightly danced around her anus with my tongue. Feeling her muscles tense I pulled away and looked at the amazing sight of her lovely legs, tiptoed and toned. Running my hands over the curves of her calves and up her belly I enjoyed teasing her and pushing my tongue into her rewarded me with a unmistakable groan. After teasing her for some moments I reached up between her legs to explore her thighs. I felt a slickness on my face and realised that her pussy was sopping wet.

At that moment the shower started running cold and with some shrieks we were driven out. Laughing we looked at each other standing on the bathroom mat. She was soaking wet with rivulets of water streaming off her and her hair clinging to her breasts. Reaching around she got us some towels from the cupboard. Wrapping one around her she started drying me off, showing me such care as I have not experienced for a long long time.

The sudden exit from the shower left us a bit out of pace with what we were doing in there moments before. Without saying anything I went and lied down on the bed, just looking at her.

“Come here,” I said.

Never before had I seen something so sensual as the way she tugged the corner of her towel loose, and giving three steps to the bed it slid loose and slipped of her amazing body, her hard nipples flicking as the trailing edge caught them.

Hair dripping she came and lied down next to me and we held each other for a moment in an embrace before I felt her leg slipping in-between mine. Wordlessly we tilted our heads towards each other and kissed. The kissing got more frantic as the passion we built up in the shower took over.

Moments before I was going to grab her and flip her on her back I felt her other leg coming up and over me and twisting like she was mounting a saddle she sat astride me. Her warm body pressing down on me, skin dry and smooth and her wet hair hanging down from her, framing her face and the blue eyes boring down into mine. We looked at each other for a moment like this. A drop of water fell from the tip of an unruly strand of blonde hair onto my chest.

No words were spoken, and I slid my hands to her hips. Arching her back I could feel my penis sliding in-between her still slick pussy lips as she raised herself, and still looking at me, slid me into her. The look on her face was amazing as I felt her taking all of me inside her.

“Ahhh,”she exhaled in a soft whisper and her eyes unfocused for a second or two and then snapped back to mine. I was drinking in the view. Here she was. Someone I got to know as a friend and a confidant that I learnt to love from afar, right on top of me, slowly riding herself and me into ecstasy.

The slow pace of tension and release, tension and release was amazing. Her back curling like a whip she used me to find the most pleasing spot inside her and I could feel the tip of my penis grazing her ever so slightly. As she arched her back to get an better angle she put her amazing chest out and with a touch I cupped a breast and gently and slowly rolled my fingers across the stiff nipple. This triggered something as moan escaped her that was downright animalistic. Sliding my hand over her whole breast, and with her still slowly undulating on me, I rolled the nipple around between my ring and middle finger. Squeezing on it softly made her shake involuntarily, but never breaking pace.

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