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You open the door, and before I can even see you, you’ve enveloped me in your arms. I can’t catch my breath. I know you can feel my breasts pressed against you – heaving is so trashy-romance-novel, but God, it’s true.

We cling together.

I notice you are breathing hard, too, as you step back from me.

You tilt my face up and kiss me, ever so gently.

At first.

Then your grip tightens, your fingers tangle in my hair.

The kiss becomes more urgent.

I go weak at the knees. You steady me. I lean into you.

We separate, but barely, and step over the threshold together.

Your hands are running up and down my ribcage, almost absently. We hold each other, centering.

“What are we doing?” You murmur in my ear. Your warm breath in my ear sends a shock of pleasure to my core.

I press even closer to you. I am tiny in your embrace.

“I don’t know. I don’t know.” I take a deep breath, realization sweeping over me, relief, “I’m where I belong. Right now, I’m where I belong. Are you?”

I don’t know I’m holding my breath until you kiss me again.

We stand in the entry, making out like the hormone-crazed teen lovers we once were.

Your hand slides up my arm, tugs down the strap of my black tank.

You rain kisses down my neck, my shoulder, then you slide up against my body suddenly. You pull my hands above my bakırköy escort head, press me hard against the wall.

My arms fall around your neck when you suddenly release my hands. I wrap my legs around your waist as you lift me into the air.

I bury my face in your neck. For a moment it’s almost innocent, a snuggle; then I start to nip and tongue your neck, your ear.

And we’re in your bedroom. You sit us on the bed’s edge. I push you back, straddling you.

I sit up. You slide your hands up my ribcage, raising my tank. I lift my arms and you sit up enough to pull it off me and fling it aside. You seem to appreciate the black strapless bra and leave it on me for the moment.

I tug at the hem of your tee, pulling it out from your jeans. You pull it off with one hand in that inimitably male way.

You lean back on your elbows as I run my hands over your chest. I glance up at you just before I start flicking my tongue over your flat nipples. You look straight into my eyes, you make no pretense of looking away. You moan. I shiver.

I nip and tongue and kiss my way down your chest, your waist. I slide my fingers into the waistband of your jeans. You tremble. I feel you get harder. I press my palm against your length, squeeze you.

I snap open your jeans then stand abruptly. I step back and you sit up more, seeing me. beşiktaş escort I unsnap my capris, unzip, and give a little shimmy to slide them down my hips.

I stand before you, unintentionally wanton in the black bra, black thong, with all my long hair in a tousled, man-handled mess.

Your eyes rake over me, taking me in. I move back toward you, crawl up your body.

You grab me and flip me over as I start to straddle you again. You press your thigh between my legs. I wonder if you if you feel through the faded denim how wet I am.

You kiss me, our tongues intertwine. You lick at the corner of my mouth. I suck at the pulse throbbing in your neck.

Your hands find my breasts. You drag your thumbs across my nipples. I feel the pleasure through my whole body. My toes curl. I run my fingers through your hair, clasp you to me.

Suddenly we are insatiable, hands all over each other. You pull off my bra and groan as you bury you face in my chest. I push at your jeans until you kick them off; your boxers come off with them.

And then my panties are gone. We are naked together again. The light is fading in the room, spilling shadows across our bodies. We are all fingers and mouths and nerves. Touching, tasting.

You press your face between my legs. I turn so I can take you into my mouth at the same time. You use your beylikdüzü escort fingers on me, sliding in and out of me while you tease me with your mouth.

I swirl my tongue around you, suck you into my mouth, one hand wrapped around you, stroking, pulling, the other hand pressed to your hip. You throw your head back and groan.

You knot your fingers in my hair, pull me to your mouth. You own me with this kiss.

In one movement, you are above me. You look into my eyes as you press into me. You won’t let me hide.

I lock my knees behind your back, grab your shoulders. We rock slowly together for a moment. Joined.

Then faster. You press me hard into the bed, then slip almost out before you plunge back into me. Your hands, my hands constantly moving, exploring, enticing.

Has it been minutes? Hours? I have no idea.

I arch under you as I get close. You read my body. You slow yourself for a second, look into my eyes again. And then you pound into me mercilessly.

My body, my brain, everything stops and I all do is feel you, revel in you in me. Your scent. Your tattoo.

I see you close your eyes, I think for the first time in our coupling. I know you are near the end of your control. I’m there, too. You must be able to feel it.

You explode into me. I respond at the same moment, my insides clenching you, my fingers digging into your strong shoulders. It seems to last a lifetime. I can’t tell if you are breathing. I know I’m not. We collapse together, a tangle of sweaty limbs.

You gather me in your arms, pull a blanket over us.

“I’ve missed you,” one of us whispers, but neither of us knows who spoke.

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Ok, I admit it, I have been brainwashed into believing the media, fashion world, and the now general consensus of what a beautiful woman should look like; slender, with a toned and very fit body. I know I have been guilty of almost totally blocking out of my sight any woman of size. There, I said it, guilty as charged, only I found out my sentence kept me from a very large and desirable portion of the female population….. my loss.

After a very brutal divorce, I was trying to find another house, only I could not afford anything in the greater Seattle area, due to what little I had left after my ex and her underhanded attorney had their way with me in court.

I found myself moving to a small town across Puget Sound called Bremerton. A sleepy little village known for its Naval shipyard. The kicker was to get to work I had to ride the ferry to and from Seattle which was about an hour long ride. It was way too expensive to drive on the ferry, so found the cheapest monthly parking lot which gave me about a 20 minute walk to the ferry terminal, so I could walk on.

I got a small tablet with 4G service and figured I was set. I began to enjoy the daily rides, stress free from the maniacal driving and traffic that Seattle has to put up with. I could relax, catch up on email, and surf the net as we used to say. I eventually found Literotica and began to enjoy immensely, reading all the different types of stories. I was amazed at the quality and diversity, and was soon “hooked”. Now this type of reading had a tendency to put me on high sexual alert, even in my now single and solitary existence. I found myself doing a lot staring at some of the prettier women as I walked from the ferry to my parking lot. I found several different paths through the town, but settled on one that seemed to be the fastest. It happened to pass a little store offering “readings” and perhaps many different items that we used to see in head shops. I thought this because the smell of incense was very prominent when I passed by the store each evening at approximately the same time. As the summer progressed, we eventually started seeing temperatures climb in to the 80’s and 90’s. Now most of these older buildings do not have air conditioning and become quite stuffy in this type of weather. That is how I first saw her, because she was standing outside her store to try to enjoy what little breeze there was off the water.

Her hair was shiny blonde and in tight curls that cascaded down below her shoulders, framing a beautiful face, with bright, dazzling blue eyes. She was a very large woman, wearing what I had heard called a Mumu, a flowery dress that was large enough to encase her size. It was very loose fitting except for around her very ample bust, for there the material strained to keep her large breasts in. There was a large scoop to the neck of this dress, showing her wonderful cleavage, albeit very tight as her ample bosom was so tightly held. At first, my unknowing BBW censor almost hid her from my vision, although at times when I walked by I could swear I “felt” something. I wrote it off to being reminded of happier and freer days by the smell of the incense. I knew I must have walked past her several times without even looking, but today I looked. And what I saw was the most beautiful and radiant smile I had ever personally experienced. I felt it throughout my body, and thought even in my soul.

“Hello!” she said through her smile.

“UH… Hi” I replied, eloquently.

“Would you care for a reading this fine day?” she asked, her smile still radiating and in a way comforting me.

“Oh thank you, but I don’t think I need a reading” I said, wishing I could muster something a little more intriguing.

“That’s too bad, I’ve sorta already did a mini reading on you as I have watched you walk by each evening.”

This startled me, for I hadn’t known she even noticed me, as in my current state I didn’t think anyone noticed me.

“I hadn’t noticed, you notice,” my smart ass reply (geeze I am bad at this).

“You are a very handsome, although trouble man” was her reply (at least one of us knew what they were doing).

I felt myself blush, both from the compliment part, and because my stupidity had kept me from noticing this beautiful woman.

“Thank you, I guess, the trouble is probably fairly easy to see huh?”

“Oh yes, but it is more than that, I am good at sensing things about people, some more than others. You are one I feel a very strong connection with although I sense a bit of wall in you as well.”

“You are very intuitive” again a snappy retort.

“It is my job after bakırköy escort all, and a special talent, one of them.” She smiled as she said the last part, which actually had me feeling my penis becoming alert.

I smiled back drinking in the attention of the beautiful creature with special talents. I dropped my head for a bit, trying to fight off the embarrassment of not really knowing what to say. I noticed she was barefoot and had neon purple toe nail polish on.

“Your toe nail polish is lovely, very striking, and purple is my favorite color,” I said trying to keep things alive.

“I know she said.”

“You know the polish is striking or you knew my favorite color?”

“Both” once again her smile just brought me into her. “Ok, since you don’t want a reading, how about coming in to the store, and let me show you a lotion to help the skin on your face, I don’t know if you’ve noticed but all this walking in the sun has you a bit red.” With this, she turned and walked back into her store, I was taken by her grace as she seemed to float on her bare feet into the store. I followed her and saw the rest of what her store offered painted on the windows. I saw pressure point massage, and sighed.

“You see something you like?” she said as she turned around and shone that lovely smile my way.

“Actually I see a lot I like,” perhaps I am beginning to get the hang of this again.

“Please, do tell.”

“Well, ok, other than enjoying your graceful walk, I saw your sign about pressure point massage and was wondering what that was all about.”

“Do you have an hour?” she asked.

“For the explanation of pressure point massage or actually getting one?” was my snappy retort.

She laughed and once again I was almost mesmerized by the dulcet sounds of her laughter and taken in by her shining eyes and beautiful smile.

“Either, or both if you want me to explain about the wonders of pressure point massage while I give you one.”

“To tell you the truth, a massage of any sort sounds fantastic right now, the stress and anxiety have been getting to me lately.”

“I know,” she said with that same caring knowing look that I found hard to understand, but enjoyed tremendously.

“Ok, you’ve sold me on the massage; do I need to make an appointment?”

“Usually, yes, but this evening’s last appointment cancelled on me, and I was just getting ready to close the store, so if you don’t mind being in a locked store with me, we could do it now” she purred, and I knew I was on the edge of being quite smitten.

“I don’t mind at all, would actually love it!”

“Wonderful, wait here and I will lock the door and put out the closed sign” and she was on her way. Once again, I enjoyed the view of her grace, and actually thought she was giving me a little ass wiggling show with her walk. As she left, I noticed her wonderful aroma, I think I had been noticing it all along, but it finally hit me that I really liked it, and had to admit for some strange reason it turned me on.

I heard the door lock click closed, and her humming. I called her “her” shit! I hadn’t even asked her name! Once she glided back in to me, that wondrous smile making me feel so warm and comfortable I said “my name is David by the way” and offered my hand to shake.

“I’m Mysty with a “Y”, David, so nice to make your acquaintance” she said taking my hand, but just holding it, not shaking. I loved feeling her touch, her skin against mine, and oh my, my walking shorts had turned into camping shorts as there seemed to be a tent growing on the front of them.

“I am very glad to meet you Mysty, with a “Y”, I said still holding her hand.

“Well, ok then, time for your clothes to come off” she said and began to reach for my t-shirt. I was taken a bit aback at this, for the last time (15 years ago) I had a massage, I was told to disrobe, lie on my stomach on the table and put a towel over my butt. This was much better though, and I raised my hands for her to slip my shirt off, wondering if she was going to perform the entire task of rendering me ready for my massage.

I thought I heard a little gasp from Mysty as she got my shirt off, but I could have been wrong, for I was now in such a state, I don’t think I could really say what was going on around me. “Ok, let’s get those shorts off you.” My question was answered. Her nimble fingers made fast work of my snap and zipper and before I knew it, I was stepping out of each leg of my shorts, standing only in my boxers and shoes and socks. Of course by now I was so hard and throbbing I couldn’t do anything to hide beşiktaş escort my state. Mysty then slipped her hands under my boxer’s elastic band lifted them over my protruding hardness and once again had me step out of them.

“Oh my!” said Mysty in a now throatier version of her sweet voice, “someone is quite ready to be massaged, sit up on the table so we can take off these shoes and socks.”

I sat down, and Mysty came up in front of me pulling a little stool over for her to sit. Her face was almost directly in front of my erect penis, her mouth just inches away. I could feel her hot breath on it and if it was possible, it seemed I got even harder. She untied my shoes, and slipped them off, then took each foot one at a time, and rested them on her ample breasts to slip off my socks.

“Oh that feels so nice”, she said.

I cleared my throat to try to not talk in some distorted squeaky voice and mumbled ‘yes, it feels very nice. And oh, by the way, how much does a pressure point massage cost?”

“Oh normally it costs $110.00 for an hour, but I cant charge you.”

“How come?” I asked.

“Well, I have to tell you, I am not the licensed massage therapist, she is off today, I just wanted to give you a massage.”

“Why that is so sweet of you! How about I take you to diner afterwards then?”

“Oh that would be wonderful, I would love that!” squealed Mysty, with my bare feet still on her breasts.

“Now, if you don’t mind, I give a better massage without this dress on, would it be ok with you if I took it off?”

“No Mysty” she frowned and looked a little dejected, “let me take it off you. You undressed me and seemed to enjoy it, give me the same pleasure and let me return the favor.”

“Oh yes, David, that would be so nice.”

I took my feet off her breasts, hopped off the table, took her hand and helped her up off the stool. She stood in front of me, several inches shorter than I, so she had to look up to look into my eyes. The look on her beautiful face just melted me and I could not help myself and reached down to cup her face in my hands and gave her a kiss. Her lips immediately opened and her tongue came rushing into my mouth to find mine and we held this most passionate kiss for seconds, minutes, or hours, I don’t know.

She smiled as our lips parted, and turned around so I could unzip her dress, which I did, and lifted it off her shoulders and let it fall to the ground. With her back still to me, I undid her bra, but could see her breasts literally tumble out of it as I looked over her shoulders. She was not wearing anything else, so was now totally naked. I put my hands on her shoulders and turned her around. Now it was my turn to gasp. She was beautiful! Her huge breasts, swung around as I turned her showing off the largest nipples and areola I had ever seen. I reached down to lift her right breast to my mouth to take in her already totally hard nipple, but she held me back.

“All in good time David” she said, smiling.

“But Mysty, I want to have you,” I protested.

“And you shall, I and I you, but I asked you here for a massage, and I want to give you one. You are so totally blocked and bottled up, my massage will help both of us enjoy each other much more.”

I started to protest again, but she put her finger on my lips to shoosh me, “I’ve been right about everything else so far haven’t I?”

I nodded in agreement, and let her lead me back over to the massage table, and she lay me down on my belly.

“I’ve been heating up the oils, so they won’t be cold on your back, so just let me go over and get them and I shall be right with you.” I watched her as she walked over to where the oils were being heated, watching her breasts swing and sway with each glide of her bare feet. My hardon squeezed between my stomach and the table was letting me know how badly it wanted to be inside this lovely woman.

She was back in a flash and I felt the warm oils being poured onto my back, the smell was beautifully provocative, lavender I think. Then I felt her hands on my shoulders, squeezing the stress hardened muscles with a very strong grip.

“You have very strong hands, lovely but strong” I said.

“I am working on getting my massage therapists license” said Mysty, softly, almost whispering in my ear as she had bent over to reach the top of my shoulders, I could once again feel her hot, sweet breath, this time on my ear.

I began to drift as her wonderful hands worked their magic on me. I could feel layer upon layer of stress and anxiety begin to float away somewhere else into the universe. beylikdüzü escort She began to hum again and I loved the sound of her sweet melodic voice. I didn’t recognize the song, and perhaps it was just a tune of her own making, regardless, it helped me drift even further into her control.

Her hands worked their magic all over my back, down my legs, even my feet. She tried to show me where all the points on the soles of my feet corresponded to parts of my body, but I was in such a state of bliss I really didn’t care at that point. I loved the extra care she used on my ass, how she kneaded each cheek, pulling them apart, and teasing my virgin puckered opening.

“All right, time to turn over” she purred and I let her grab my shoulder and turn me onto my back. My now aching hardon appreciated the freedom, but was screaming for some direct attention.

“Oh my, I seem to have created a bit of a monster here” Mysty giggled. “I think I better take care of this anxious one before we go any further.”

With that she took circled my cock with her lotion filled hands and began to slowly stroke my hardness. I groaned with pleasure at her touch, so warm and soft, yet wonderfully forceful in her grip.

“I want you in my mouth” she purred.

“Only if you get up here and let me eat your pussy,” I said trying to be forceful right back.

“Oh my, that would be wonderful” she said and nimbly climbed up on the table with me, giving me her sweet tender pussy, while taking my hard penis into her hot mouth. I let my tongue snake through her soft folds and find her now hard little button, and could feel her gasp. She was so wet, my face was already drenched in her sweet nectar and we had just begun. I loved how her hips almost danced at my tongue’s command, moving side to side, and then grinding into me, making it difficult to breathe, but I didn’t care. I was so into tasting her, and feeling out her sensitive spots, the ones that made her dance even more, and loved to hear her soft moans, for as she moaned it vibrated my hard cock as it was being so pleased by her lovely mouth.

What was even more thrilling for me was feeling her breasts as they rubbed against my stomach. Each time her hips moved with her pleasure dance, her breasts swayed, and her hard nipples continued my body’s massage. I wanted to see this marvelous thing, but my face was firmly planted into her pussy now, with my hands grasping the sides of her hips, holding her, pulling her to me. I loved the feel of her skin on my hands, so soft, so warm. I let my hands roam and caress the small of her back. Then let them begin to explore the wondrous ass. Her hips were wide, and her ass was very large, giving my hands a wonderful playing field to explore. She must have liked it, for I could feel her hands leave my penis and begin to explore my ass. Each time she would lift up her head, going up the length of my shaft to its tip, her fingers began to explore my puckered opening. Then she would thrust her head down, taking all of my hard cock completely into her mouth and throat, all in one motion. No one had ever done this to me before and it was an intoxicating feeling. Each time she dived onto my shaft, she would stick a finger into my ass, causing me to cry out in pleasure. This only seemed to drive her even more, for the next dive down my pole she pushed her finger even deeper, and I was in heaven.

“Mysty! I can’t hold on any longer, I am going to CUM!!!!!!!!” I screamed, giving her time to move her mouth away from my oncoming ejaculation. Her response was to take me even deeper down her throat and push her finger all the way into my ass, hitting my prostrate. That did it! I went like a lunar blast off, shooting hot jets of cum into her waiting mouth, one after another. My scream filled the tiny back room of her shop and I hoped (later) that no one happened to be walking by for they probably would have called for the cops.

I didn’t stop my tongue giving Mysty’s pussy the worship it deserved and just as my last load shot, I heard her moan loudly, lifting her head from my spent cock she screamed “OH FUCK YES!!!!! DON’T STOP! RIGHT THERE! OH I AM CUUUUUMMMMING!” her hips crushed down on my face, and I felt the convulsions go throughout her body. She finally came down, and collapsed on me as I still lay on my back on the massage table.

I was able to help her move around so we could be face to face, and look deeply into each others eyes to enjoy the way down from our sexual heights. I kissed her again, deeply, with as much passion as I knew how to give. I felt the same coming back from Mysty’s kiss and we just lay in each others arms like this for a while, when I finally broke the spell and said, “How about that diner now? I would love to get something to eat and then take you home so I can have the room to properly make love to you.”

Mysty just smiled, “Sounds like exactly what I was thinking.”

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A Story of Forbidden Love Ch. 04

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A Story of Forbidden Love Ch. 4      by frillypanty

4. Cedar: A New Perception

It is probable that this will be the last chapter in this particular story. We will see.

*********

I could have been looking in a mirror, down to the waist at least. The slender, small breasted form, in a tidy, long sleeved white cotton blouse, was surmounted by a pale, slightly freckled, subtly made-up face, with a cascade of deep auburn hair swept back into an abundant pony tail, secured with a single emerald green ribbon. Only below the waist was there a difference. She was clad in a short, slender fitting skirt, the same colour as the hair ribbon, and pale green nylon stockings. I was wearing a pair of neatly tailored, closely fitting trousers – also emerald green. Our feet were shod with identical light flat shoes that, again, echoed the colour of our respective skirt and trousers.

I almost gasped in amazement; I’m sure my amazement was apparent in the single word that escaped me ‘William?’

My cousin blushed slightly, prettily, and smiled.

‘I usually call myself Willow, these days,’ he said. Then, ‘you’re Cedar, aren’t you?’

I nodded, dumbly. I’m not sure quite what I had anticipated. I knew my cousin was a transvestite; my conventional family made only to frequent and scornful reference to that fact. My aunt Hazel and my cousin Rowan’s good fortune in inheriting my Great Grandparents wealth, house and business – fuelled by their unconventional lifestyle – still rankled after five years, despite the fact that they’d immediately shared at least the wealth with their … my extended family.

Maybe I was expecting to encounter some painted harridan of a Drag Queen; certainly not this exquisite creature who stood before me.

[The account of Hazel, Rowan and Willow’s relationship, and the manner of Willow’s transformation from William, can be found in ‘A Story of Forbidden Love, Ch. 1, 2, 3.1 and 3.2 fp]

I’m aware that, in view of my opening remark, I could be accused of vanity in describing my cousin as ‘exquisite’. But I’m not particularly referring to appearance, not exclusively anyway. William … Willow had a composite air of composure, assurance and something beside – serenity? Whatever he or she was, had been or had now become, there was an aura of self acceptance and contentment that permeated his … her whole being. Whatever anyone else may think of her, Willow knew who she was and knew her own worth.

We, the two of us had always looked alike. Despite the three or so years in seniority in William’s … Willow’s favour, growing up, we’d been much of a height and build. If anything, he … she had been the more delicate and slender looking but with a more sinuous grace that promised a lithe potentiality. It had been no surprise to learn that, at school, my cousin had been an accomplished gymnast of at least County standard. I was to find out that that ability still remained.

Up to then in my life I’d had no interest in the male gender, other than a vague kind of family loyalty and love for my father, brother and other male relations, and maybe some kind of companionable feelings for a few of the boys attached to ‘my set’. My sexual orientation was definitely centred on my own sex. That’s how I was in the mess I was in now. But this vision before me was awakening feelings and desires within me that I’d have sworn weren’t there. As I looked at my cousin, with my mouth still agape for all I know, I felt my blood beginning to pulse, my skin to tingle, my nipples to stiffen and expand, and my quim and my clitty to thrill and throb. I could feel too, my panties begin to dampen. From that first encounter I knew I wanted William … Willow; whether as a man or woman I didn’t know; but I knew I wanted Willow.’

It was more or less from that moment I found I could no longer think of my cousin as the masculine ‘William’; but as the feminine ‘Willow’.

I only hoped the evidence of my arousal that was rapidly dampening my knickers wouldn’t be sufficient to show through my trousers!

‘Look,’ Willow now took control, ‘I’m on my way down to the quayside, there some business I got to sort out at the booth down there. Mum and Hazel have already left for the Westgate. Why don’t you come with me, you can drive me if you like. I see your car’s there. As we go we can talk.’

And talk we did. After a brief exchange of pleasantries and social niceties, I found myself explaining to my cousin about the mess I’d got into and how I needed a ‘bolt-hole’ of some kind to sort myself out.

It didn’t occur to me until later that it was my patient and thoughtful cousin who had allowed me to overcome my initial embarrassments, before guiding me gently into unburdening my only to obvious anxiety.

*********

For some two months, since leaving school at the end of the Summer Term and completion of A-Levels, I’d been engaged in an affair with one of my erstwhile teachers – my halkalı escort French Mistress, Amalie.

I don’t think my parents would have minded quite so much if they’d arrived home early from a trip to London, due a slight indisposition on my mother’s part, to find me in bed with a man. But to find me in bed with a woman, and more than just ‘in bed’ – we were both naked and our mouths were greedily engaged in stimulating each others pussy – was the signal for them to go ballistic!

What they threatened my lover with was almost hair rising, even though most of it was to no avail as I was no longer a pupil at her school and already, just, over eighteen. Nevertheless, it reduced her to tears. My mother can be a cat sometimes, and my father is ‘not without influence’, as he so grandly likes to assure anyone and everyone; and does he know how to it!

Then they turned on me.

‘My God, you filthy, filthy bitch,’ my mother screamed at me. ‘You’re just like your Aunt Hazel and her dyke lover, cousin Rowan. What the hell do you think it feels like to come home and find your daughter fucking about with another woman! If that’s how you want to live you’re life, you’d better go and live with them – and with Rowan’s sissy, panty-boy son!’

Amalie gathered her clothes around her and only half dressed, departed – still in tears.

I was cowed enough to feel shame and humiliation in sufficient measure to keep me away from my parents for the rest of the day and into the night. But during the night a different feeling took over. ‘Dammit! I’d live my life as I chose! My parents had suggested I move out to seek refuge with my aunt and my cousins! Okay, I would!’

And early next morning I moved out. Now here I was seeking sanctuary.

*********

At the quayside perfumery the first thing I did was to pick up my hastily packed suitcase and retire to the loo, to take the opportunity of cleaning myself up and changing my, by now, definitely disreputable knickers. Fortunately they’d proved adequate to cope with the evidence of my arousal; my trousers didn’t appear to have suffered, thank goodness, although I had to make strategic use of a liberal dusting of talcum powder and a minimal spray of perfume to negate the oestrus odour that persisted.

I admit, that I also took the opportunity of relieving my pent up feelings by the time honoured method, masturbating my labia and clitty until I came in earnest; which added to both the extent and the necessity for the clean up operation.

By the time I’d completed my toilet my cousin was deeply involved in perusing a computer screen with a striking looking blond woman who answered to the name of Marjorie. What ever they were doing also involved a fair amount of debate – the two of them seemed to be on pretty even terms, and the mutual respect they had for each other was patently evident. I wondered if Marjorie knew my cousin’s secret; whether she was aware that the woman she was conferring with had a somewhat unusual appendage secreted in her panties.

I found out later that she was some kind of manageress in the business in quite a senior position, and that she did indeed know Willow’s true identity. But, like most people who got to know my cousin well, she accepted her for what she was. Although I also learnt she, Marjorie, was probably unique in knowing that Willow was Rowan’s son – not the daughter she appeared to be – amongst the staff.

Eventually, Willow’s business with Marjorie complete and following a short but concise telephone exchange with my aunt and cousin, we made our way back to what was, at one time, my great grandparents house; now owned by Hazel and Rowan.

Willow led me inside and upstairs to the first floor.

‘Looks like you’ll be staying here for a while,’ she said, ‘we’d better find you a room you can call your own.’

‘A room’! Willow ushered me into a full suite; bedroom, dressing room cum study/lounge and bathroom. Far more luxurious than the bed/sit with en-suite shower room I’d had at home.

I found out almost immediately that Willow occupied a similar suite. Hazel and Rowan shared and even bigger set of rooms with two separate dressing rooms, both converted to studies, off a central lounge area – with, of course, a bathroom opening off their master … or rather, mistress bedroom. There was also a couple of additional bed/sits, each with their own en-suite, for guest usage.

I quickly settled into a routine within my new family; a family that absorbed me, accepted me for what and who I was, and surrounded me with love and care. My aunt and Rowan insisted from the first that I inform my parents where I was and made every effort to ensure that I remained on reasonable if somewhat strained terms with them, sufficient at least to remain in contact and to fetch the majority of remaining stuff.

It was difficult, though; due to olgun escort their treatment of Amalie.

Although, much to my parent’s disgust they were unable to institute any legal proceedings against my lover, they were able to ensure that she was dismissed her post in pretty short order and that she wouldn’t secure an alternative position in England. She had to return to France where, in a far more sexually tolerant society, she found employment as an English teacher – in an ‘enseignement superieur pour le fille’.

I also quickly confirmed my initial assessment of Willow’s character ‘a composite air of composure, assurance and serenity’. Willow knew who she was and that assurance transmuted itself to those she met and dealt with. And, provided the implicit trust was reciprocated, it was endorsed by an underlying warmth, kindness and consideration return.

Like Willow before me I was introduced into the family business, the perfumery, and began to learn the intricacies of the enterprise and, gradually, establish my own position within it. It emerged that I had a particular talent for recognising the subtleties of odour in varying the mixing of the various essences and chemicals, with particular reference to varying the same perfume to suit different skin types, and that became my forte.

Aunt Hazel was queen of finance, my cousin Rowan was a wizard at perceiving business opportunities and in negotiating agreements and partnerships, Willow had a gift for managing staffing relationships and in talking to our European associates. Together, with Marjorie, they made a great team. But my special aptitude gradually assured my own place in the business.

It was early in the following December when I’d not bothered to put on my usual white coat whilst experimenting with a new fragrance, when the line broke and I got sprayed with a mixture of undiluted essence and chemicals. Fortunately I’d been provident enough to wear goggles and gloves so my eyes and hands were protected. But I finished up smelling rather like the proverbial ‘whore’s garret’ and with tiny acid burns on the surface of my blouse and trousers.

I went home to shower and change.

Arriving home to what I’d expected to be an empty house I became aware of strange noises from the upper regions; investigating, I found Willow and Rowan in bed together.

*********

Rowan was naked, lying on her back; Willow clad in stockings, suspender-belt and bra’ – padded out with some beautifully constructed breast forms – knees straddling Rowan’s face, elbows either side of her thighs, was nuzzling her mother’s vagina, greedily working with lips, teeth and tongue at the exposed and salivating labia and the emergent pink bud of an engorged clitty. For her part, Rowan was greedily sucking at Willow’s rampant cock which hung … thrust downwards from Willow’s loins.

They seemed totally engrossed in pleasuring each other’s bodies; unaware that they had an audience in my startled, fascinated, disconcerted and envious contemplation.

Startled, because I’d investigated the noises I’d heard with some trepidation, anticipating a break in; fascinated, because I was being treated to an exemplary exhibition of lesbian lovemaking; disconcerted, because I was aware of the ‘mother/child’ relationship of the two people I was watching making love; envious, because, since Amalie had departed from my life, I hadn’t shared an intimate loving relationship with anyone, other than my own fingers – and, anyway, I wanted Willow myself!

I tiptoed away to my own room, stripped off and made for the shower. Under the shower, with the water pouring over my naked body and down over my throbbing breasts and burgeoning nipples, sluicing down my stomach and thighs into my groin, my mind was working overtime. Could I countenance the incestuous relationship I’d witnessed? Who was I to dictate anyway? Did the knowledge of what I’d just seen alter my feelings for my cousins – both of them, or either of them? Had what I’d learnt affected my desire for Willow?

The answer to the last question was obvious. My desire for Willow fuelled now the vision of that beautiful feminine body clad in exquisite underwear, with the femininity incongruously enhanced by the addition of that single masculine appendage, was intensified. I wanted Willow, and I wanted her now!

I unshipped the movable spray from its bracket and began to spray my body with an intense jet of hot water, with the overhead delivery rose still coursing water over my body. Initially I used the jet to tease and thrill my burgeoning breasts and already rampant nipples; then, moving the jet down, I spread my knees, using the fingers of my other hand to part the lips of my quim and expose my throbbing clitty, and directed the insistent, searching flow into the eager pulsing font of my sexuality. My body shook şişli escort with intensity of my orgasm, so much so that I had to lean against the shower wall for support. I’m not sure whether the intensity resulted more from the jet induced masturbation, the spectacle seared on my brain of my cousins making love, or the picture of the object of my desire in her dishabille, tumescent cock and all – also seared on my brain.

Eventually I left the shower and dried myself off. Wrapping the bathsheet around me in the time honoured feminine manner, with a ‘tuck-in’ over my breasts, I moved into the lounge area of my suite. As I did so there was a polite, almost hesitant, knock on the door. I opened it to find Willow stood before me clad in a satin wrap.

‘Can I come in?’ My cousin’s request was as diffident as the knock.

Without speaking I gestured her in. Despite what I’d seen and my immediate reaction, I still could think of her in the masculine.

‘You saw us, didn’t you.’ It was a statement; not a question.

I nodded, still dumb.

‘Putting it as baldly as I can,’ Willow said, ‘you know that your aunt and my mother have been lovers for years, don’t you?’ Again, I nodded. ‘Relatively recently, Hazel and I went to France and had to share a room; share a bed in fact. Well, as you can imagine, one thing led to another and we became lovers, too; when we returned I sort of became included into their relationship.’

‘I know it sounds pretty unpleasant, put like that,’ she continued, ‘but it wasn’t. Those two beautiful and generous women have a really deep, almost spiritual, relationship; a relationship they wanted to share with me and embrace me in. Maybe the way I’ve developed, my preference for living in the feminine gender, assisted them and probably me too in rationalising the situation.’

‘I suppose,’ she concluded, ‘putting it bluntly again, we all three love each other.’ Then, not as an afterthought, ‘we’ve learned to love you too, my darling. Please, try not to think too badly of us; try to understand our somewhat unique situation. We sincerely hope you’ll be able to continue to love us in return.’

For an answer, I moved across the room to stand in front of my cousin, untucked the bathsheet and allowed it to fall behind me. Moving my hands to the sash that tied her wrap I undid it, letting it fall open, then pushed it gently off her shoulders.

Although Willow’s taste in external clothing has always been somewhat reserved and conservative, her taste in underwear is highly feminine; under her wrap she had added a pair of matching French knickers to the bra’, suspender-belt and stockings she’d retained earlier. I gently slid my hands into the waist band of the knickers and eased them down over her hips to set them cascading down, in a frenzy of lacy satin, over the silky nylon of her stocking to fall, to subside in a frothy jumble, around her ankles.

Completely released from the minimal constraint of her delicate knickers Willow’s pretty cock hung below her neatly shaven pudenda, framed by the soft lacy tracery of her suspender-belt, the pale satin straps of her suspender-ribbons and the delicate web of her stocking-tops. As before, the beautiful picture only enhanced her femininity.

Kneeling in front of her, I took the dry, warm and vibrant organ gently in one hand, cupping her testicles in the palm of the other.

Before I slid the sweet shaft into my mouth, towards my eager tongue and teeth, I looked upwards into her slightly troubled face.

‘Dear one,’ I said, ‘I can’t do anything but love you, and trust you, and love those you love.’

My first cock; my first act of fellatio; my first taste of the salty, slightly acrid taste of pre-come; but somehow I knew what I had to do. Of course, I’d sucked dildos and ‘strap-ons’ before, either to lubricate them before sliding them into my own or a partner’s ‘cunny’, or to garner the harvest of the sweet, musky honey-dew of my own or my partner’s orgasm. Maybe those experiences; or maybe the recent vision of my cousin Rowan sucking Willow’s pretty cock, impinged upon my sub-conscience. Either way, my reaction was instinctive.

Willow didn’t let me suck to conclusion that first time. She withdrew her by now solid and potent shaft from my mouth before she exploded. Laying me on my bed she proceeded to love me.

She proved to be all the assured, kind, considerate and responsive lover of my fantasy.

She kissed my lips tenderly, then moved down over my throat and shoulders and down to my throbbing breasts and insistent nipples, sucking them softly, making it last, encouraging my nipples to thrust and burgeon beneath her gentle ministrations. Moving on down again, her sweet lips, tongue and teeth continued their exploration over my diaphragm, across my stomach, paying court to my pudenda, then nuzzling the tangled growth of my pubic bush, tugging gently at the hair with her teeth, before settling further into the hot, rapidly moistening nest of my vagina.

Initially she used her lips, teeth and tongue to tease my labia and the pulsating bud of my clitty, before she raised herself on her elbows, wriggled up the bed slightly and began to caress my, by now, soaking slit with the very tip of her rigid cock. I came pretty well instantly in a series of shuddering orgasms that left me weak and breathless.

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A Sibling Rivalry

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When twins Aidan and Nadia were born, the doctor said they nearly didn’t make it out because they both tried to come out first. In fact they nearly came out together, and in the confusion of the delivery room the doctor lost track of which baby came out first, so rather than having one twin older than the other, they were documented as being born at exactly the same time, 11:59 pm.

Their parents chose their names because they were spelled out as exact opposites, but in reality they were fairly similar. Both were smart, athletic, driven to succeed, highly competitive and most significantly, at each others throats constantly.

Their mom said that the two of them fought even before they were born, in the womb. Throughout their childhoods, they continued fighting, always in a battle for superiority and bragging rights. One of the most contentious battles the two shared was the battle over who was born first. She liked to refer to him as little brother, and he insisted on referring to her as little sister. Up until the teen years the battles would involve bloody physical battles, and then they moved into a period of intense psychological warfare. On the occasion of their 18th birthdays, it turned into something else.

Their parents were spending the weekend away, and Aidan and Nadia had managed to organize a get together at the house with a few dozen of their friends. The problem was, neither of them was aware of the other’s plans, since they rarely spoke, so at 8 pm on the night of their birthday, two very different crowds started showing up at the house. Aidan’s friends tended toward the jock-cheerleader variety, whereas Nadia’s friends were more of the smart-hipster type, so the battle lines came out early on. The disputes started with the music selection, gravitated over to who could eat which food, and ended up in the backyard by the pool with Aidan and Nadia toe to toe.

“You’ve got a lot of nerve having your toady friends here to ruin my party,” Nadia yelled. “That’s so typical of you to be so immature, little Aidan.”

“Don’t cry little sister,” replied Aidan derisively. “I’m sure your friends will sing happy birthday while you play pin the tail on the donkey.”

Adding insult to injury, he reached out to pat Nadia on the head, emphasizing his two inch height advantage. That was probably going too far, evidenced by the fact that Nadia pitched her half cup of beer onto Aidan’s chest, which created a cheer from half the crowd. Unfortunately Aidan had a full cup of beer, which he put to good use in a well place dousing of his sister’s chest, which led to a cheer from the other part of the crowd.

And then all hell broke loose. Everyone was throwing beer on everyone else. Nadia grabbed up some nearby bottles of beer and started hurling them at her brother, who was laughing and running for his life, much to the enjoyment of both crowds. Unfortunately one of the bottles went high and wide and went right through a sliding glass door with an explosive shatter.

In the chaos that ensued, the rumor got around that the cops were coming to the house, and 50 underaged teenagers fled the scene at a frantic pace that left the house empty by 10 pm, leaving an angry Aidan and Nadia in an empty house to celebrate their birthday.

Though celebrate would be the wrong word. The two moved quietly around the house, cleaning up empty bottles and broken glass, and occasionally glaring at the other sibling. After a half hour of clean up the two retired to their rooms to change out of their beer soaked clothes.

As fate would have it, they ran into each other a while later in the kitchen. Aidan had changed into boxers and an old ripped up t shirt and Nadia had on shorts and a sports bra.

“Happy birthday, asshole,” she said, opening the refrigerator.

“Happy birthday, bitch,” he replied, handing her a beer.

They stood there in the kitchen glaring at each other for a few moments. Then Aidan remembered something. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a joint.

“I think one of your hippy dippy friends left something behind in their haste,” he said, showing Nadia the joint.

“Really,” she said. “You don’t think it could’ve been one of your jock friends?”

She got an odd grin on her face, she knew that neither of them smoked pot very often. “What are you going to do with it?”

He looked at it and then her. “Oh, I don’t know. I don’t think one little joint would hurt anybody, what do you think?”

She thought about it a minute. “I will if you will,” she said. “But you can’t tell anyone.”

He lit up and took a drag. “I won’t if you won’t,” he said, handing it over to her.

They stood their in the kitchen passing the joint back and forth. They were a little beyond halfway done with it when it started to hit them.

“Whoa, this is really strong,” she said, rubbing her face with her hand.

“Yeah, this was definitely from one of your hippy friends, my friends never have shit this good,” he replied.

Nadia pendik escort got the giggles, and before long they were both laughing hysterically. The shared laugh eased the tension between the two.

“I’m sorry for breaking the door, I’ll get it fixed tomorrow,” Nadia said.

“I guess I’m half to blame for that, so I’ll pay for half,” Aidan said. He paused for a minute in reflection. “I don’t know why it is that we fight so much, it seems silly now.”

Nadia nodded in agreement. “If you would just admit that you were born second we’d be fine,” she grinned.

“Right, whatever,” Aidan replied. “What we really need to do is come up with a way to settle the dispute once and for all.”

“What, like a coin flip?” Nadia asked.

“No, it would have to be some kind of competition,” he said, scratching his chin thoughtfully. “How about this: five feats of physical prowess, you pick two, I pick two, and the fifth one we have to agree on. Winner gets bragging rights of being first born, loser has to agree.”

Nadia thought about it for a minute. “Why not?” she said. “Bring it on little brother.”

“Okay little sister, I’ll pick the first competition,” he grinned. “Thumb wrestling.”

Nadia smiled as she recalled the numerous thumb wrestling battles they used to have when they were much younger. Aidan usually won because he had stronger hands, but she had to admit it was a fair choice.

They brought their hands together over the countertop, counted to three and set up in the classic thumb battle pose. After an initial flurry of contact and near pins, they both pulled their thumbs back into the safe position.

Aidan eyed his sister over the thumbs. “You know you are going to lose this little sister,” he said. “Here’s my question, why do you even care who is oldest?”

Nadia looked back at him intently, wary of his wavering thumb. “I’m not even sure,” she said. “I guess it’s because I never wanted to be the annoying little sister who is always getting in the way and wanting to be included, but getting left behind.”

The weed had made Aidan very introspective, and he was mulling over this surprising statement from his sister in his mind and let his guard down. In a flash, she had brought her thumb into attack position and using her longer nail, had Aidan’s thumb pinned painfully down. Before he knew what had hit him, she had counted off one-two-three and was whooping around the kitchen celebrating the unlikely victory as Aidan looked on in shock.

“Crap, I forgot about the fingernail advantage,” he said. “Ok then 1-0, your turn to pick.”

Nadia thought for a second. “Ok, let’s stay with the wrestling theme. The next competition will be…toe wrestling.”

“Toe wrestling?” said Aidan. “What the hell is that?”

“Ok, this is how it works,” she said. “You lock up all your toes together, and then the object is to flip the other person over.”

Aidan developed a mental image of this and realized why she chose it. Nadia had spent many years in swimming, gymnastics and ballet, and he was pretty sure her toes were lethal weapons. But it was her turn to pick, he had to go along. “Ok, toe wrestling it is,” he said.

Nadia clapped and hooted. “Ok, we need a large, soft surface,” she said. “Follow me.”

She led the way into her parent’s room and jumped on their large bed. “Come on bro, time to lose again,” she said.

Aidan climbed onto the bed with his feet facing hers, and they spent a few moments trying to match their toes up with each other. “Ok, the object is to flip your opponent over to your right,” she said. “So you try to go this way and I try to go that way.”

Aidan nodded nervously as he felt the powerful grip of Nadia’s toes. This was not going to be easy, he thought, looking up above the bed. His parents, in their younger days, had installed a mirror above the bed, so he could see in the reflection their toe-locked position. They counted to three and the second battle was underway. Nadia immediately took the advantage with a numbing toe squeeze that had Aidan over on one side quickly.

“Feel the wrath of the toe,” Nadia said mockingly. “Surrender or you’ll never walk again.”

Aidan’s toes were almost cramping from the squeeze. “I’m not dead yet little sister,” he replied.

“So tell me,” she said between grunts. “Why do you want to be the oldest so bad?”

Aidan was struggling too much to answer. “Ease up for a second and I’ll tell you.”

Nadia eased off just a bit to give Aidan a chance to talk.

“I guess I want to be the oldest because older brothers always watch out for their little sisters, and I like the idea of being the kind of brother who would sort of protect you when you needed it,” he said.

As the words sunk in, Nadia blinked once, then twice, emotionally surprised by his response. She was genuinely stunned, and she lost her concentration and her toe focus.

In a flash, Aidan took advantage, putting on çekmeköy escort a sudden surge that turned the tide in the other direction with such a sudden force that not only did he flip Nadia onto her stomach, he sent her flying off the bed. It was his turn to celebrate, and he hopped up and jumped up and down on the bed hooting.

Nadia picked herself up off the floor, red faced in defeat. “I can’t believe I fell for that total bullshit about the protective older brother thing,” she said.

Aidan stopped celebrating long enough to laugh. “I can’t help if you’re a sucker for emotions,” he said. “But the truth is, I do like the idea of watching out for you…little sister.”

Nadia answered with a well aimed pillow to Aidan’s gut, and the two siblings had another round of hysterical laughter.

“Ok, 1-1, what’s next bro,” she said.

“More wrestling,” he answered. “This time we’re going with the arm wrestle.” He set up two chairs on either side of a small makeup table and with a gentlemanly arm swoop welcomed Nadia to the chair opposite him.

Nadia rolled her eyes and plopped down in the chair, resigning herself to a likely defeat. Aidan was a three sport athlete, worked out religiously, and had an iron-hard upper body. This would be over quick, unless she figured out some way to turn the tables.

They locked hands and Nadia immediately tried to go for the quick win, throwing everything she had at him. Even she was surprised when she found herself halfway to victory and Aidan looking like he was struggling. Maybe she did have a chance after all.

Then she realized that Aidan was only appearing to struggle. He grinned at her mischievously. “Is that all you got, little girl,” he laughed. In an obvious attempt to humiliate her, he allowed her to get within a few inches of pinning him but wouldn’t give her the final inches. She came to the conclusion it was going to take more than muscle for her to win this.

“I have to agree with you about looking out for your younger sibling bro,” she said. “Just the other day, I had to stick up for you in the girl’s locker room.”

Aidan raised his eyebrows. “Oh, really,” he said, maintaining his grip and position. He knew what she was up to.

“Really,” she grinned. “I was in the locker room and overheard your ex-girlfriend Jenny talking about you.”

Aidan’s eyes narrowed. He and Jenny had had an ugly breakup, he knew she was probably saying some bad stuff about him. “What did she say?”

“She said you were not the most…shall we say…endowed…boyfriend she had ever had,” Nadia grinned. “She said you were on the smaller side.”

“What, are you serious?” Aidan said, his eyes growing big at the thought of that lie getting around the girl’s locker room.

“I set her straight though,” Nadia continued. “I told her she was full of shit. I said I saw you getting out of the shower one day and you had the biggest cock I’d ever seen.”

As she said the words, Nadia brought her right foot up under the table and placed it right on Aidan’s crotch. That action, coupled with the words, left Aidan in a momentary lapse of conscious thought, and in the blink of an eye Nadia slammed his hand down the remaining few inches. Before he even knew he had actually lost an arm wrestle to his sister, she was dancing around the room in glee.

“That was totally cheating,” he yelled. “You can’t toe paw a guy’s crotch in arm wrestling!”

Nadia laughed hysterically. “You’ll have to show me that in the rules,” she said. “You guys are all the same, all you have to do it suggest they have a little dick or touch their crotch and you’re totally helpless.”

Aidan had to nod in agreement. “Ok, 2-1 you, what’s next?”

“Well, we’ve done thumb, toe and arm wrestling,” she said. “I think the next competition should be Indian Leg Wrestling.”

Aidan looked over at his sister’s long, muscular legs and started to seriously think he might go down 3-1 and lose, and be forced to concede the birthright to his sister. He was also still a bit giddy about having his sister’s foot tickling his crotch, as well as wondering if she had really seen him getting out of the shower. The truth was he was actually having fun with his sister for the first time in a long time.

“Bring it on, Pocahantas,” he said with his best indian accent.

They climbed up on the bed, facing in other directions with their hips together. Looking up at the mirror on the ceiling they both giggled at the reflection. They raised their legs once, twice, and then the third time they locked them together at the knee and the battle was on. The thing was, Indian Leg Wrestling has a somewhat ambiguous objective, in that it’s really hard to determine how to actually win. Most of it is just locking legs up and then rolling around and squirming.

Which is pretty much what the siblings did, except that they started laughing looking at their reflection in the mirror and it turned into another giggle maltepe escort fest. Then, in the midst of the squirming and wrestling and hysterical laughter, they suddenly found themselves with their legs completely intertwined and their crotches tightly pressed against each other in a scissors pose.

At the same moment, the two siblings suddenly became aware that they were locked up in an odd, but undeniably sexual position, with their groins pressed tightly together and separated only by his boxers and her thin running shorts. At that very moment, both had the same thought that being in this position with a sibling was probably a bad thing. Probably something they should stop. Definitely something that felt taboo. Also definitely something that felt warm and sexy in a naughty, playful kind of way. Both were on the verge of pulling away, both were expecting the other to pull away.

But then they caught each other’s eye in the mirror above the bed, something about the giddy looks on their faces said, oh, what the hell. Aidan playfully took hold of Nadia’s foot and mockingly raised it to his mouth and pretended to bite down on it, causing a laughing scream from Nadia another round of hooting and wriggling. She reached down and inadvertently grabbed his ratty t shirt, pulling open another big tear that left it barely covering him.

Looking up at the reflection of their intertwined bodies, Aidan couldn’t help but notice that his sister had a rocking body. Every guy at school knew she had the best looking legs anyone had ever seen, tanned, toned, long and beautiful. The sports bra showed off her fit torso and more importantly, showed off the shapely curves of her breasts. Nadia was checking out Aidan as well, noting his fit physique through what was left of his torn t shirt.

One issue was beginning to arise for Aidan, and that was the rising hardness occurring in his boxers. The last thing he wanted was to have an erection while wrestling with his sister, but his erection had other ideas. His short term solution to avoiding that embarrassing revelation was to wriggle into a position where his cock wasn’t coming into contact with her, while he somehow figured out a way to calm the beast.

Unfortunately, neither was working. Rather than backing away, Nadia was moving her crotch tighter into Aidan, and had almost reached the point of dry humping. The warmth between their contact was beginning to feel very warm. Both twins were grunting and groaning and wriggling around like they were still wrestling, but what was really going on was that both were getting turned on and becoming more aroused. The wrestling had become a pretense. Aching for contact and hard as a rock, Aidan finally gave up and allowed his hard cock to come flush up against Nadia’s thigh. He closed his eyes in embarrassment and waited for her to pull away, but although he felt Nadia stop wrestling, she didn’t pull away.

Eventually he opened his eyes and looked up on the ceiling at the mirror. Nadia was looking at him intently, with a slight, somewhat derisive smile on her face. But nothing like anger.

Still he was embarrassed and felt the need to change the tone. Getting back into wrestling mode, he used his legs to flip her over on her stomach and pin her into place, all the while maintaining that solid crotch contact. She was scarcely down for a minute before she pulled the same move and had him face down.

“So would you really look out for me if I was your little sister?” Nadia asked him.

Aidan worked his leg trick again and flipped himself back over on top. “Absolutely,” he said. “I already look out for you.”

Nadia turned her head to the side. “Like how?”

“The other day I heard that guy Dave, the one who was trying forever to get you to go out with him, talking about how he got a blow job from you at a party,” he said.

“WHAT?” Nadia screamed, flipping Aidan back over on to his face on the bed. “That’s not true!”

Aidan turned his head to the side so he could speak. “Yes, I realize that, and he does too, now,” he said. “I jacked him up against the locker and made him admit to all the guys it was a lie, and I told him if he asked you out again I was going to break his arms.”

Nadia eased off and Aidan was allowed to roll back over on his side. She was looking at him with a new sense of appreciation and humbleness. “Thanks Aidan, I appreciate that.”

The two lay quietly for a moment, no longer wrestling or grinding their crotches together, but still with their legs wrapped around each other. They were both very aroused, and enjoying the contact.

After a while Aidan broke the silence. “So how do we determine who won the Indian Leg Wrestling competition?” he asked.

Nadia took a deep breath and looked thoughtful. “I think I would have to admit that you won this round,” she said. “After feeling the size of that THING rubbing against my leg, I know that I can no longer call you ‘little brother’ anymore.”

Aidan blushed self consciously. “Sorry about that, sometimes it has a mind of it’s own.”

“I understand,” she smiled. “So that makes us tied, 2-2, so now we have to decide on the tiebreaker?”

“I think the tiebreaker is pretty clear,” Aidan said. “Freestyle.”

“Freestyle?” Nadia asked suspiciously.

“Yes, freestyle.”

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A Pain in the Ass Ch. 1

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AUTHORS NOTE: This story is not intended to portray any character under the age of 18. However, I have deliberately omitted detailed descriptions, references to the age of each character and the names of the participants in the story so that each reader can interactively use their own imagination to insert the respective persons with the names, ages and physical attributes of their choice which would most closely resemble their very own realities or ideal erotic fantasies.

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It was around 11:30 p.m. one typical summer Saturday night. My sister had gone club hopping with her girlfriends, dad had gone out of town for the weekend again, my mother was probably in her bed fast asleep and the house party I went to was a flop.

I figured that the best thing to do was to go home, head to the basement that I had converted to my personal abode, take a shower, slip one of my porno videos in the machine and beat my meat before I went to bed.

As expected, my sister wasn’t home, the house was in darkness and mom had apparently retired for the night.

“Perfect…” I thought to myself. “No one to disturb me from my pleasures.”

After taking a nice, warm shower and with a towel wrapped around my waist, I sifted through the collection of video-tapes I had. There were about 20 individual tapes in my little library that included movies such as the Godfather Trilogy, the Star Wars collection, the Lethal Weapon movies and the Batman set along with a host of others of this sort.

Thinking I was clever, I had also kept my porno flicks with them, but wrote false titles to hide their true content. The two tapes I had done this with contained movies that were incestuous in nature which I had somehow developed a fondness for a few years ago after watching the original porn classic, Taboo.

Despite the fact that both my mother and sister had many secret and some not-so-secret admirers among my male friends, I had never really looked at either of them in a sexual way. Even when I masturbated to the incest porn, mom or sis had never replaced the characters on the screen in my fantasies although I have to admit that they both had the good looks and bodies to have been the stars of the porno movies themselves. However, what I did know was that I enjoyed the movies that had scenes of sex between a mother and her son or a brother fucking his sister, but didn’t consider or fantasize about such possibilities between myself and either of my female relatives.

Anyway, as I said, I was looking for one of the two porn tapes that I had in my collection. One tape had movies that depicted mother/son stories and the other, brother/sister themes. I was looking for the former which I had a peculiar preference for. It had two movies.

One I entitled, ‘Dial M for Murder’ and the other, ‘Throw Momma From The Train.’ These were the substitutes I had used to mask the real titles, ‘Dial M for MOTHER’ and ‘BLOW Momma On The Train.’

To my horror, the tape was missing. Only the space it had been removed from gave evidence of it ever being there in the first place. I knew it was there the night before because I had used it to bring myself off and then replaced it. My sister went shopping most of the day and left for her night on the town well before I left for the house party I mentioned previously. So it couldn’t have been her and dad was out of town, so it couldn’t have been him either. That left only one logical suspect.

“Oh my God…” I said to myself, “Mom!!!”

While I was out, mom probably got bored and decided to watch a video. She must have looked through my collection and unwittingly selected ‘Dial M for Murder’ totally unaware of its’ pornographic and incestuous contents.

Not exactly sure what to do, I decided to go upstairs hoping she would have been shocked at the video once she started watching it and turned it off. If I was lucky, she would also be asleep and I could then sneak into her room to retrieve the tape. I could deal with whatever repercussions there were going to be, if any, in the morning.

I slowly and quietly headed up the stairs towards her room. I could see under her bedroom door that she was still up and was watching something on TV. I creapt up by the door and listened carefully.

“Holy Shit…” I whispered to myself.

Mom was watching the second movie on the tape, ‘Blow Momma on the Train.’ I knew this because I knew the characters, scenes and sounds of each movie having masturbated to each of them many times before. That meant that she must also have watched the first movie, ‘Dial M for Mother.’

I started to get a hard-on and peeked through the keyhole to see what my mother was doing. Sure enough, she was watching the movie quite attentively. Mom was totally naked and sitting up against the headboards with her legs spread wide and she was unabashedly masturbating herself with the fingers of one hand while simultaneously massaging one breast and squeezing its’ nipple with the other.

Considering the theme of both movies which depicted explicit sexual scenes between anadolu yakası escort a mother and her son, I was taken aback to see that my overly conservative mother was obviously enjoying herself immensely. I had now become raging hard as I watched my mother playing with herself while viewing the lurid scenes of taboo sex on her TV screen.

It was probably about five minutes, but it felt more like five hours that I masturbated myself as I spied on her through the tiny keyhole as she herself enjoyed the effects of her own self stimulation. I still don’t know how I summoned the courage to do it, but I took a chance and decided to open the door to my mother’s bedroom.

Surprised by my unexpected entry, my mother was totally stunned and froze, unable it seemed, to move.

There, in front of her very own son, she was totally exposed in her nakedness. She had been caught in the act of masturbation while watching a porno movie of incest between a son and his mother as well as being in an equally embarassing state of extreme sexual arousal.

Without saying a word, I held the stare between our eyes and approached her with my hard cock protruding from the slit in the towel that I had wrapped around my waist after my shower.

I boldly took a seat beside her on the bed, leaned over and gave her a passionate french kiss. Still shocked by my sudden intrusion, my mother gave little resistance to my brazen advances. Her breathing became quicker as she started to moan passionately from the effects of our dancing tongues.

With my confidence growing, I broke our lip-lock and moved my mouth to suck on one of her delectable breasts.

“Oh baby, no… mmmmmm… Please don’t… We can’t do this… I’m your mother… You are my son.” She panted, although her moans of inflamed passion clearly ran contrary to her half hearted plea.

“God no… Please stop baby, please… This is wrong… aaahhh… No baby no… mmmmm… This is so wrong…” mom continued to moan unconvincingly.

Despite the words that emanated from the mouth of the woman who had given birth to me, the messages that her body communicated were completely opposite. I played deaf and continued to orally manipulate her breast knowing that it was only a matter of time before she succumbed to the teasing of my tongue. And how right I turned out to be, as it took a matter of seconds and several firm bites on her stiff nipple to break her resistance.

And break she did.

“Oh God yesssss… Yes son, yes… That’s it… Suck mommy’s breast baby… Bite my nipple… Suck your mother’s titty!!!”

With her pink, eraser-like nipple in my mouth, I moved my eyes upward to look at her as I fingered her slippery cunt. Her head was tilted to one side, her mouth open and her eyes closed. I continued to work away on her nipple while fingering her soaking pussy when I suddenly felt her hands on the top of my head pushing me down her body towards her cleanly shaven cunt.

“Eat me son… Eat your mother’s pussy… Make your horny mother cum!!!”

I could smell my mother’s sweet vaginal aroma. Her strawberry scented pussy was wet and inviting. I used my tongue and started probing around her sexy hole.

“Oh God… Yes son, yes… Lick my clit!!!”

As I ran my tongue back and forth over the hood of her hard erect nub, mom’s body started to twist and turn, her back arching high.

“Oooh God… Oooh my God… Yes… Yes… Yes” she moaned.

“Suck my pussy baby… Suck your mother’s cunt!!!”

I continued my oral gymnastics for several more minutes until I heard mom whisper the words I had never before that night thought I would hear.

“Fuck me son… Fuck your mother… Please fuck my horny pussy baby… Fuck mommy… Please fuck me”

Getting between her legs, I placed the head of my pole between the swollen lips of her dripping tunnel. Mother lifted her knees simultaneously instructing me as I positioned myself.

“Push it in son… Push your cock in mommy’s pussy… I want to feel your hard cock in me… Fuck mommy’s tight, wet cunt!!!”

I gently guided my hard cock into her. Her cunt walls, wet and hot, gripped my cock like a glove as I started to slide my rod in and out of her slippery snatch.

“That’s it baby… Fuck me… Fuck me good… Fuck mommy good and hard!!!”

Between her moans, my previously prudish and very proper mother continued to spew out streams of whorehouse filth which she had not ever before indicated she was capable of. Whether this was a result of what she heard on the movies or not, I didn’t care, but her words turned me on even more causing me to increase the tempo of my thrusts.

“Yes baby, yes… That’s it son… Just like that… Fuck mommy harder… Give mommy your cock baby… Give me your cock… Come on baby, fuck mommy harder… Fuck me deeper son… Let me feel your cum shoot in my pussy baby… Fill mommy’s sloppy cunt with your cum!!!”

Spurred on by her lusty request, I continued to plunge my dick into her faster ataşehir escort and more forcefully.

“Yes, yes, harder you dirty mother fucker… Fuck my cunt harder… Fill your whore mother with your sperm… Oh God yes… That’s it baby, that’s it… Fuck me honey… Fuck your mother… Fuck me harder… Shove it deep in your slutty mother’s hole!!!”

Mom was going wild, thrashing around beneath me, grabbing the bed sheets, clawing my back, pulling my hair.

“Aaahhh… Deeper son, deeper… Yes, yes, that’s it baby… Ram that cock into your dirty cock sucking mother… Oooh… Oooh… Yes… Fuck me… Fuck me… Fuck me harder mother fucker… Fuck mommy harder!!!”

Sensing that I had her at my mercy, I suddenly stopped pumping my rod into her soaking snatch.

“Where else Mom?” I asked. “Where else do you want to feel your son’s hot stiff cock?”

“Anywhere darling, anywhere… I’m yours… I’m yours alone!” she panted as she grabbed both my ass-cheeks in an attempt to pull me and my sword back into her willing sheath.

“Just please don’t stop fucking me… Please don’t stop fucking me you fucking bastard… Fuck mommy again… Make me your whore… Make mommy your cock fucking whore!!!”

“Oh don’t worry about that you slut.” I responded.

“I am going to fuck you, and fuck you hard, you hot bitch. Your son is going to fuck you just like in those movies you were enjoying.”

Without warning, I pulled my still hard cock out of her pussy and flipped her over onto her stomach. I immediately raised my hand in the air and brought it down forcefully on her now exposed ass.

SLAP!!!!!

The sound was sharp and loud.

“OWWW!!!” mom cried out in pain.

SLAP!!!!

“AAHHHH!!!” she screamed again from the effect of my open handed assault.

SLAP!!!!

“OWWW… Yes baby, spank me harder… Spank mommy harder!!!”

SLAP!!!

“OWWW… Yes son, spank my ass again… Your mother is a slut who needs to be punished!!!

SLAP!!!

“AAAAHHHH…. Your mommy is a whore baby… Mommy is a dirty whore who wants you to fuck her!!!”

SLAP!!!

“AAAHHH… Spank your slutty mother before you fuck her again baby… Slap my dirty ass again!!!”

SLAP!!!

“You were watching those movies and thinking about this weren’t you?” I asked.

SLAP!!!

“OWWWW… Yes, yes, I was thinking about this… Oh baby please fuck me… Please fuck me again…. Don’t do this to mommy baby… Don’t tease your mother like this son… Fuck me again you bastard…. Fuck your nasty mother again you son of a bitch!!!”

SLAP!!!

Mom continued to beg shamelessly.

“You teasing mother fucker… Please fuck me… Fuck your whore… Fuck your slutty mother!!!”

SLAP!!!

“You wanted me in you everywhere didn’t you? You thought about my prick in your mouth didn’t you?”

SLAP!!!

“OWWW…Yes, yes… I thought about your big, hard cock in my mouth… Mommy thought about licking your dick while watching those sinful movies!!!”

SLAP!!!

“You thought about your son sticking his big cock in your horny cunt didn’t you? Didn’t you, you fucking slut?”

SLAP!!!

“AAAHHH… Yes darling yes… I thought about your big cock in my pussy… Mommy thought about fucking you… I wanted to feel your hard cock in my cunt like those dirty mothers in the movies!”

SLAP!!!

“You were thinking about more too weren’t you bitch?”

SLAP!!!

“OWWWW…. Yes you bastard, yes… I thought about doing more baby.”

SLAP!!!

“You thought about me fucking you in the ass didn’t you?”

SLAP!!!

“Answer me mom… You thought about your son fucking you in your ass didn’t you, you dirty whore?”

SLAP!!!

“Yes son yes… Mommy thought about you fucking me in my ass!!!”

SLAP!!!

“You shameless slut, you’re going to get it now… Just look at you, you horny fuck… You’re letting your son do all kinds of nasty things to you and you’re enjoying it aren’t you?”

SLAP!!!

“Baby, mommy can’t help it… The movies made me so horny and I need to be fucked badly… Please son, I’m begging you… I need to feel your cock in me again… I want it everywhere, just give it to me again dammit… Give me your fucking cock you bastard!!!”

Between slaps, I had started playing with her asshole and managed to slip a finger into her anus.

“Where do you want my cock now you horny bitch?” I asked as I slapped her reddened buttocks again.

SLAP!!!

“Oh my God… Your finger feels so good in my ass… Yes honey, finger my ass… Stick your finger in my dirty asshole… Stick another one in son… Stick another finger in mommy’s asshole baby!!!”

SLAP!!!

“SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH AND ANSWER ME!!!” I barked.

“Where else do you want to feel your son’s cock?”

SLAP!!!

“AAAAHHH… In my mouth baby… Mommy wants your cock in her mouth… I want to suck your cock and drink ümraniye escort your cum like those slutty mothers in the movies!!!”

“WRONG ANSWER BITCH!!!”

SLAP!!!

“Again…Where else do you want to feel my cock?… Where else do you want to feel your son’s hard cock?” I asked.

“In my cunt baby… Mommy wants to feel your cock shoot your spunk in her cunt!!!”

SLAP!!!

“WRONG ANSWER WHORE… THAT’S THE WRONG ANSWER!!!”

SLAP… SLAP… SLAP!!!

I pushed my mother onto the bed and made her kneel in front of me, facing away, down on all fours.

“Mom, since you’ve lied to me, I’m going to punish you by fucking you in your ass!”

“Oh God baby no.. You can’t do that honey… Please don’t… Please baby, please… I’ve never been fucked in my ass before… Your cock is too big, it won’t fit… Please honey, not in my asshole, it’s too small… You can fuck my pussy again… Please fuck mommy’s pussy again baby… Not in my asshole… Not in mommy’s ass… Please son, please… Not in your mother’s asshole!!!”

Ignoring her mutterings, I positioned myself behind her and lined my spear up with her anal passage, placing the head of my pole between the cheeks of her virgin ass and against her anal sphincter.

“Oh honey, nobody has ever fucked me there before, but I need to feel your beautiful cock in me again… Please fuck me baby, please fuck your mother… Stick your cock in me… In my pussy… In my ass… Anywhere… Just please fuck me again…. I don’t care anymore baby…. I don’t fucking care anymore…. Go ahead and stick it in my asshole son, fuck me in my ass like those whores in the movies”

My previously innocent, but now corrupted mother, had surrendered yet again to another act of impending sexual degradation.

“Go ahead baby… Do it… Put it in my ass… Let me feel your cock in my asshole… Put it in my ass and fuck it hard… I want you to shoot your scum in my virgin asshole!!!”

I shifted my weight slightly and drove my cock home in one lunge. Mom cried out as I filled her shit hole with the full length of my dick.

“AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!” she cried out in pain.

“Yes son, yes… Fuck the shit out of my ass… Fuck it hard… I want to feel pain… Mommy deserves to be punished baby… Go ahead honey… Fuck it… I want you to split my asshole in two!!!”

I mercilessly rammed into her anus harder time after time almost pushing her over with each stroke of my shaft. Every deep thrust met with her tearful cry’s of pain and more of her vulgar sex talk.

“Fuck me you horny bastard… Fuck me… Fuck your whoring mother… You dirty mother fucker… Give it to me harder… Give it to mommy in her asshole deep and hard you fucking pervert!!!”

“Your boy is fucking you in the ass where you always wanted it, didn’t you, you fucking whore?”

“Yes… Yes… Fuck my slutty ass you bastard… You mother fucking bastard… Fuck my asshole harder… Harder you fuck… Fuck my dirty asshole harder you son of a bitch!!!”

“Are you my whore mom? Are you my dirty whore, you nasty bitch?”

“Yes… Yes… Mommy is your whore son… I’m your nasty bitch… Mommy is your anal bitch… Mommy is your dirty, slutty, incestuous whore!!!”

I was now pounding my meat into mom’s anus without mercy.

“AHHHHHH… That’s it son, fuck my ass… Fuck me harder… Slam your cock deeper in my asshole you little cunt… Come on you little fuck… Split mommy’s asshole in two… Rip it apart… Rip my asshole apart… Tear your mother’s slutty ass apart!!!”

My mother was going beserk as I continued to plow into her forbidden hole more forcefully.

“That’s it, you little shit… Fuck your whoring mother in her asshole harder… Ram that cock in my ass baby… Yes… Yes… Hurt me son… Hurt mommy’s asshole… Hurt mommy’s asshole… Oh God yessss!”

She continued her verbal filth in perfect synchronization with each beat of my drum.

“Yes baby yes… Fuck mommy’s spanked ass… Your mother is a slut who deserves to be punished… Your mommy is a dirty bitch who loves getting fucked by her own son… Fuck my asshole deep and hard until it bleeds… Your mother is a dirty, no good anal whore son… Fuck me… Fuck your slutty, no good whoring mother baby… Fuck me harder… Make me bleed… Make my asshole bleed… Make mommy’s slutty asshole bleed!!!”

This was too much for me. Hearing my sexy mother behaving like a sidewalk whore as my cock pumped in and out of her anus was about to make me cum. There was no way I was going to last. Feeling the spunk rising up my cock, I started to pull out, but mom felt my movement and prevented my withdrawal.

“No baby, no… Shoot it up me… Fill mommy’s bloody asshole with your cum… Fill my slutty asshole with your dirty cum!!!”

“Oh mom… I’m gonna cum…. here it is mom… here’s my cum…. here… is… myyyyyyy…. cummmmmmmmmmmm…. AAAAHHHH…. UUUNNNGGGHHH….. UUUNNNGGGHHH… UUNNNGGGHHH!!!”

“Oh baby I’m cumming too… I can feel your hot sperm shooting in my ass baby… Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God… AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH… Mommy is cumming… Mommy is cumming baby… Your slutty mother is cumming… Mommmmiiiiieeee is cuuummmiiinnng… AAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEE… AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH… UUUNNNGGGHHH… UUNNNGGGHHH… AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

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A Mother’s Sin Ch. 04

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In Chapters 1 through 3: After receiving news that my father had a stroke, my son and I were placed in the unusual and uncomfortable situation of sharing a hotel room on the trip to see my father. On the first night, the only hotel we could with a vacancy, only had rooms with one king sized bed. There were no rooms with two beds available. Gary and I were forced to share a bed.

In a moment of incredible weakness, and incredibly poor judgment, I made a series of bad decisions, each one progressively worse. It culminated in me allowing my son to enter me wearing an old condom he had stored in his wallet for more than a year.

I can claim it was a combination of my emotional state, alcohol and years of loneliness that led me to this sinful act, but those are excuses.

I did the unthinkable. But despite the fact that I knew this was terribly wrong, I responded to my son’s sexual advances and I had one of the most powerful orgasms of my life as Gary lost his virginity to his mother. It was a wonderfully fulfilling experience, both physically and emotionally. But my post coital bliss was quickly shattered.

I lay in Gary’s arms, atop him, with his erection still pulsing deep inside me for several minutes savoring the sinful but pleasurable act we had just consummated. I loved the feeling of his penis throbbing inside me as we both slowly descended from the throes of ecstasy.

Finally, I raised myself up, de-coupling from my son. Gary’s penis made a distinct ‘flopping sound’ as it slapped against his stomach. My pussy spasmed from the sudden emptiness, it seemed to be seeking something to grasp. As Gary exited me, a flood of fluid poured from my gaping vagina!

A lot glob on my son’s semen poured from my pussy and landed on Gary’s abdomen. Momentarily, I was confused. How could this happen?

Oh my God! I looked at Gary’s naked, unprotected cock in absolute horror. The rubber had broken! The condom had ruptured during our love making! Shit, shit, shit. The latex sheathe was a mere ring around the base of Gary’s cock. Gary had pumped my fertile womb full of his sperm.

Damn, damn, damn. My womb was brimming full of potent semen!

I literally screeched, “Gary, the rubber broke!”

Gary’s face suddenly turned white. There was genuine fear in his eyes as he stared at his naked, unprotected cock with the latex ring at the base.

“Mom, I did not know. I am sorry. I did not know it broke.” Gary seemed to be pleading for forgiveness for something that was not his fault. Instantly he changed from my lover to my little boy asking to be forgiven.

“It’s not your fault. How could I have been so stupid?” I bolted to the bathroom were I squatted in the tub, trying to squeeze the large volume of semen out of my dilated womb. Large globs did drain out of me, with long strings of semen slowly dripping in long viscous strings from my well fucked cunt.

Gary stood by naked, as he watched me attempting to squeeze his sperm from my vagina. He obviously did not know how to react, or what to do; so he simply watched.

I turned the water on full force and adjusted the temperature. I positioned my pussy under the tub nozzle, my legs pointed towards the ceiling against the tub wall. A powerful stream of warm water flowed in and out of me, rinsing my vagina and uterus.

Gary stood silently as I tried to wash his invading sperm from my womb. I could see his penis arch up and grow in response to the actions he was witnessing.

The little bastard was getting a hard-on watching my gyrations. Even with the threat of pregnancy hanging over him, he still was thinking with the ‘little head’. I could not believe he could grow aroused at this moment as he watched me rinse his semen from my gaping vagina. I guess teenage boys do not think about the ramifications of their actions huh?

But just as I was getting irritated with Gary’s inability to comprehend the seriousness of our situation, I realized that as an adult, I was far more culpable than he was. I allowed my emotions and need for his closeness lead me into this crisis. No I was in no position to criticize anyone for letting lust and emotion cloud their judgment.

I quickly did a mental calculation and concluded that it had been 23 days since my last period; I should be past my fertile period, but who knew for sure? I was not very regular. But I should be starting my period in a matter of days. I should be safe…

How could I have been so stupid?

“Gary, I need to go across the street and talk with the pharmacist. I will be back shortly.” Gary simply nodded as he stepped into his boxer shorts.

I put on my panties, bra, pulled on my jeans and donned my t-shirt. I grabbed the room key and headed out the door. I literally ran across the parking lot towards the pharmacy across the street. I cornered the pharmacist, a kind looking, elderly man in his mid to late 60’s, and explained that I just had a condom ‘rupture’ during sex and was panic stricken.

I tried to maintain my composure, but as I explained the ‘ruptured istanbul escort condom’ to him, without giving any indication that it was my son’s penis that was deep inside me when the condom ruptured, I started to cry.

I was after 10:00 p.m. and there was no one else other than the gentleman and myself in the pharmacy at the time He stepped from behind the counter to comfort me. He placed his arm around me as I cried, my tears soaking his shoulder. “I feel so damn stupid for letting this happen.” I sobbed trying to regain my composure.

The man, whose name I never got, reminded me of my own father. The fact that my own father was lying in hospital bed only served to heighten my emotional release.

“Honey, this will be OK. The condom broke; they do break occasionally. We can take care of this.” he said as he gently rubbed my head trying to reassure me. I will never forget his kindness.

He continued, “I can fix you up with emergency contraception that is highly effective in preventing pregnancy. It is simple and safe. But you need to take it immediately. It is a concentrated dose of estrogen and progestin. It will prevent ovulation, and implantation. The only real side effect is you may experience some nausea.”

He was kind, and caring. He gave me the single dose pill, which I took immediately at the water fountain in the pharmacy. He then gave me a 90 day supply of ongoing birth control pills.

“But honey, the birth control pills will prevent pregnancy, but they are not reliably effective until 7 days from the time you start taking them. And, even after that time, you still need to use condoms to protect yourself from disease.” he advised. He directed me to the aisle where the condoms were stored.

I nodded indicating that I understood, and went over and selected 3 dozen Trojan Magnums; the exact label and type that my ex-husband had used.

The pharmacist looked surprised at this particular purchase. I tried to discern if it was the fact that I was buying three dozen condoms that surprised him. Was he shocked at my need for 36 prophylactics?

He held up one of the boxes, and after a moment’s hesitation said, “Honey, I do not mean to pry, but do you realize these are very large, actually extra large, condoms. They are for a very ‘well endowed’ man. These will simply fall off a normal sized man. Are you sure you want these, or did you mean to buy regular condoms.”

I thought about the dimensions of my son’s erect penis, and concluded that, yes, Gary needed these extra large condoms. I concluded that one of the reasons the condom broke tonight is that it was undersized; we simply stretched it too far.

Gary was at least 7 inches long, perhaps 8 inches. And his girth was at least 2 1/2 inches in diameter. Gary was definitely as big, or bigger than my ex-husband; and Jim needed these Magnums.

I blushed deeply. “These are what I will need.”

A huge smile broke across his face. “Well, if that is the case, you have found someone who is actually as large as I used to tell people I was; but I was exaggerating greatly! I never actually knew anyone who could actually fill these.” He was obviously amused with my sex life.

I could feel my face burning with embarrassment as he referred to the large size of Gary’s penis with some degree of envy. I thought to myself how different his reaction would be if he knew that this very large penis that could fill me up so nicely actually belonged to my 18 year old son! Would he still admire my good fortune? Or would he be saying ‘you sick, sick woman; you should be in prison’? I suspected it would be the latter.

I was ashamed of what I had done. I was ashamed that I was buying three dozen more condoms in preparation of doing it again, repeatedly. I knew that I should stop this insane nonsense; end this evil debauchery. But I also knew that I could not count on my will power, or Gary’s restraint to avoid a repeat.

I do not know about other women, but I seem to be unable to resist any man who has made me cum. I seem to become instantly obsessed with that man; almost as though he has a strange power over me, a power I am unable to resist. In a sense, I become his.

In this case, that man was my son. And that came with emotional baggage that seemed to make me even more susceptible to being obsessed and vulnerable.

In a very real sense, Gary now owned a part of me from that moment forward. I knew as I was standing there buying these condoms and birth control pills, I was acknowledging the fact that I would take my son inside me again. I was his; I belonged to him now. I could try to resist, and try to deny this powerful attraction I felt towards my son; however, his ability to produce powerful orgasms in me provided him a unique power over me.

I thanked the pharmacist, and I left the store. As I carried the plastic bag of contraceptives across the parking lot back to the hotel room where Gary waited nervously, I tried to process what had happened over the avcılar escort past two days, and what the future held. How did I ever get so damned fucked up that I was allowing my son to enter me?

I arrived back at the room, and placed the bag of contraceptives on the dresser. Gary was very curious about the events at the pharmacy. I could see the concern, bordering on panic that was dominating my son’s attention. I felt the need to allow him to relax, to assure him everything was going to be OK.

I shared the emergency contraception details with him. I assured him that the risk of pregnancy had been removed.

Gary was still in a state of shock, and was trying to determine if he was ‘in trouble’ with me, or I was mad at him for the unfortunate rupture of the condom. I felt an overwhelming need to comfort him, to reassure him that he had not done anything wrong; that it was me, not him, who acted inappropriately.

Sitting on the bed next to him, we talked for a long time. He was still just wearing his boxers. Every few moments, as we talked, I would see the crotch of Gary’s boxers twitch and pulse. He was still semi-erect. I wondered if he was like this all the time? Did my 18 year old son always have as semi-rigid cock throbbing in his pants? Do all 18 year old men have this problem to deal with? For a brief moment I had an appreciation how tough it must be to be an 18 year old man, or ‘soon to be man’, with all these hormones raging through your system, and the associated urges that came with them.

I apologized to Gary for my inappropriate behavior. I tried to put it in perspective; I tried to explain to Gary, while trying to convince myself, that I allowed this to happen because I was lonely and grief stricken. I had simply turned to the wrong person for emotional and physical comfort.

Gary seemed to sense that I was overwhelmed with guilt, and I needed comforting again. “Mom, I know you are feeling bad about what happened, but it was not wrong. I needed you every bit as much as you needed me. I wanted you as much as you wanted me. I needed you to need me the way you did. It was beautiful.”

I reached over and took his hands in mine. “Gary, I know that is what you are feeling right now, and I appreciate you wanting to be there for me, but I was wrong.”

I could feel my tears welling up in my eyes, my voice was starting to quiver as I tried to speak calmly. “Gary, I am supposed to protect you, not become a sexual predator that uses you for my own emotional crutch.”

“Mom, that is not how it was. I initiated it. And It was beautiful to me. And neither of us used the other. We shared something beautiful with someone we love. We expressed our love. And mom, no matter what, I do not want to stop sharing our love; I can’t stop. I need to be with you.”

I could see tears forming in Gary’s eyes as he spoke. My son was starting to cry as he told me how much he loved me, how much he needed me, how beautiful he felt our intimate relationship was. Gary’s tears triggered the flood gates of my own emotions.

Tears started streaming down both our faces as we held each others hands. Gary leaned forward and hugged me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him back.

Gary’s hand slowly rose up and cupped my breast. “Oh Gary, you can’t do this…we can’t do this. After what just happened, we cannot start this again.”

I knew I should remove his hand from my breast. I paused as I tried to garner the strength to end this encounter before it got too far. But I could not do it. Try as I might, I could not resist my need to be touched at that moment. The temptation was simply too great; the pleasure too enticing.

I knew I had the ‘safety net’ of the bag of condoms sitting on the dresser. And that knowledge, coupled with the knowledge that I had just taken the ’emergency contractive pill’, removed the threat of pregnancy, and long with it, any feeling of urgency on my part to prevent a recurrence.

I allowed his hand to caress my breast, knowing full well that it could lead to more inappropriate behavior between us.

My nipple quickly grew erect as his fingers slowly teased and pulled on it through my bra. I just hugged him and sobbed in an emotional released, my tears soaking his chest and shoulder, while I allowed my teenage son to feel me up.

With his other hand, Gary placed his fingers under my chin and raised it. I could see the tears running down his cheeks as I looked into his watery eyes. He kissed me. And despite the desire to avoid any further sin tonight, I was helpless. I opened my mouth and accepted my son’s tongue as he teased me erect breast with his fingers.

I was sobbing, crying, and yes, I was also growing wet and aroused. I dropped my hand to his lap, and I could feel Gary’s penis throbbing against my hand as we kissed and as he felt my breast. I could feel Gary’s tears washing from his cheeks on to mine as he kissed me deeply.

We necked, petted and cried for several moments clinging to each other on the bed. şirinevler escort It was an emotional release more powerful than I can describe.

I know this was wrong, very, very wrong; but never has physical contact felt so right, so full of love and genuine affection as this moment did right then. Gary was growing more aroused, and I was growing aroused, and we were both experiencing an emotional release of epic proportions with a flood of tears and passion. This was far more than just sexual response; it was far deeper, more intense, and more intimate.

“Gary I love you so much. But we must not continue doing this.” I sobbed. But even as I verbally told Gary we should stop, I did not remove my hand from his lap; I wanted to continue to feel his erection pulse against my palm. I did not push his hand from my breast; in fact, I traced my fingers along his rigid shaft. Nor did I resist his probing tongue as he kissed me deeply, and emotionally.

“I love you too Mom; more than you can imagine.” was Gary’s response, as he started fumbling with the snap on the waistband of my jeans.

“Gary, maybe we should stop now.” I said, unsure of the meaning of my own words. But even as I verbally told my son we should stop, I stood up and allowed him to unhook my jeans, and lower the zipper. I stood there silently, and I allowed my son to lower my pants and panties together. I knew we were going to make love once again. I just could not help myself; I just could not resist. I stepped out of my pants, and stood in front of my son wearing only my t-shirt and bra, naked from the waist down.

Slowly, almost the mood was changing from an emotional release to passionate arousal. Gary’s penis was standing erect now poking through the front opening of his boxers.

I walked over to the dresser and retrieved the bag of condoms. While struggling to open the box, and gain access to one of the prophylactics, I said to Gary, “perhaps you should take off your shorts.”

Gary stood, removed his boxes, as I walked towards him. I was tearing the wrapper with my teeth, like a sex crazed animal. His erection looked as rigid and large as it was before. I placed the condom on the head, and rolled it down just slightly, stopping to examine it for a moment. The beige colored latex sheathe looked like a little hat atop the head of his large boner. The tiny reservoir at the tip to catch the semen made a cute bubble.

“Baby, I think I am getting obsessed with your penis…I just love the way it looks…God you are sexy…”

And I rolled the rubber all the way down his thickly veined shaft.

“Gary, if anyone ever finds out what we are doing, I would go to jail. They would send me to prison for a long time.”

Gary smiled as though he understood, and stepped away from me, leaving me standing there with my pussy and buttocks exposed for his view. I could myself getting wetter and wetter as my lubrication slowly leaked out of me. “Mom, no one will ever know about this, ever; I promise. I would never tell anyone, ever.”

Gary then pulled a chair from the desk and sat in front of me. Sitting in front of me, Gary’s fingers traced up my inner thigh and found the wetness from my vagina leaking slowly out of my. Gary started teasing my clitoris. I rocked my hips, humping against his fingers as they slowly explored my vulva. I was now beyond the point of ‘no return’; I could not stop even if I wanted to. He had me completely in his control.

I looked down and saw his latex encased penis pulsing up towards the ceiling in excited anticipation.

As my movements became more frantic, I knew that I could achieve an orgasm from the stimulation Gary’s fingers were applying to my clitoris. Suddenly, I wanted to cum; I needed to cum. I started humping more forcefully, moaning softly. I was biting my lower lip as my son pleasured me.

And then Gary stopped.

I straddled Gary thighs as he leaned back in the chair. I grabbed my son’s large, rigid erection. It felt exceptionally thick and heavy in my hand. I held it straight up as Gary leaned back.

“Can I put this in my vagina, baby? Would that be OK? Is it OK if mommy puts your penis inside her?”

Gary smiled, and nodded approval.

I tried to climb over his erection. But I am a relatively tiny girl. I only stand 5 ft. 4 inches. And Gary’s erection stood a good 7 to 8 inches above his groin. Even standing on my toes, I could not raise myself high enough to get the head into my wet dilated vagina in this his position. The head was simply too high with Gary sitting in the chair.

Gary sensed the problem and simply leaned forward a bit and then reached over and lifted me up slightly so that his erection started to slide right inside me. He lifted me like I was a feather or pillow, without even straining. It was a sexy moment being lifted like this by my son and placed on top of his erection like that. It made me feel so tiny, petite, and most of all, so vulnerable to this powerfully build muscular young man.

Because I was so aroused, wet and open, the thick, bulbous head of Gary’s cock slid into my vaginal opening easily. However, I could only take about 4 inches of his length before meeting some resistance deep inside of my womb. I could not take any more with out considerable discomfort. I was standing on my toes, astride my son, as I controlled the depth of this penetration.

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A Morning to Remember

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Let me first preface this story by saying that my wife and I have a wonderful sex life. She is every man’s dream partner. She has an incredible body for a woman of forty who will watch porn at a drop of a hat. She allows me to look at women on the internet and will occasionally join me in one of my many masturbating events by either stroking my dick or lie next to me and masturbate to what I am. She is a dream come true always giving me more then I ever want. She is also a wonderful mother to a daughter from a pervious marriage, Stephanie who lives with us while attending college. If I ever wonder what my wife looked like when she was younger all I had to do is look at Stephanie and I will know.

Stephanie is beautiful girl who has an incredible body, but not only is she beautiful she is very smart. Not just book smart, but street smart. She knows how to take advantage of situations and make the most out of them. But I would say her body is her best attribute. She is a tiny package, meaning short in stature, but portioned in way that make any man bowl down and worship the ground she walked on. I had mostly seen her body in bikinis or wrapped in a towel, but I often wondered if her naked body was as gorgeous as her mother.

Her mother and I were between the walls nudist. When we were home alone we would not be wearing any cloths, this was so we could fuck when ever we wanted. But that was with Stephanie home living in the house I had to stay covered up, but her mother didn’t. This drove me crazy and I had to hide most constant woody most of the time. But that was going to chance very soon.

I woke up one morning; my wife had left earlier for a meeting in the next town. The house was very quite, so I thought I had the house to myself. It had been a while since I had a chance to walk around nude, I thought this would be a good morning to call in to work and spend the morning all natural and possibly pleasuring myself with some internet porn.

I got out of bed, did the normal bathroom duties and proceed to the den to see if there was anything interesting on-line. It didn’t take long for me to find something interesting. It was a gorgeous girl playing with herself on her webcam. She had a very nice set of tits, and she was working a pink colored dildo in and out of her pussy. I was able to hear her talk nasty to the viewers as she played with herself which was causing my naked cock to get hard. I decided that this was going to a good show to watch and began to stroke my dick to life.

After a few minutes of stroking myself, I felt a presence near me. At first I thought it was my wife, so without turning around to acknowledge her I simply said, “Are you going come over here and join me or just stand there watching me?”

The voice behind me said, “Sure!”, but it wasn’t the voice that I thought I was going to hear.

To my utter shock and surprise it was my step daughter who was standing in the doorway watching me jerk my manhood. I tried to find something to cover myself, but there wasn’t anything available so I simply cover my hard cock with my hand as she walked up next to me so she could get a better look at the action on the computer screen.

She looked at the girl on the screen and then looked down at me and said, “So this is what you do when Mom is away.”

The only thing that I could say was “You caught me.”

Then she said as she was trying to scold me was, “What do you think she would say if see saw doing this?”

Which I replied to by saying, “she would more then likely join me.”

All Steph could say to that was, “hum.”

As Steph stood next to me, I noticed that she was only wearing a skin tight t-shirt and a pair of very sexy pink panties. The t-shirt was very tight fitting, so much so that I could make out her quarter size areolas and her nipples that were very hard. She then moved in a little further so she could get a better view of the screen this allowed me to get a very nice view of her sweet ass. Oh how I just wanted to caress her sweet buns, but I didn’t dare remove my hands from my cock, because I didn’t fell it was right for my step daughter to my ragging hard on.

She looked down at me and said, istanbul escort “You don’t have to keep it covered, it’s not like I have never seen one.”

Her words shot though me like a bullet. I knew that she had to have been sexual active, but I felt a little strange having my hard cock in full view for my step daughter. She then stood straight up and turned to me rubbing her hand along my arm which sent a jolt of electricity though my body.

She then bent down to put her lips next to my ear and whispered, “Why don’t you follow me and I will give you a show that you will remember for the rest of your live.” And then she gave me a kiss on my cheek and pulled my arm to follow her. I was completely mesmerized by what she had done and I followed her as we left my den and we walked though the house with my dick still hard as a rock.

She led me into her mother’s bedroom and ordered me to lie down. I did what she said without question and began to stroke my dick. Steph looked over at me, jumped on the bed and slapped my hand from my dick as she scolded me for touching myself.

“You are not allowed to touch it until I tell you that it’s okay! Do you understand?!” she said with a half frown half and a half smile on her face.

I looked up at her to acknowledge what she had said. She then replied “Good because if you don’t behave I will tell him mother what I found you doing and she won’t be happy.” To which I replied, “Well your mom already knows and she joins me from time to time.”

Steph then responded, “oh really, well then I won’t let you see my body.”

I then agreed to her terms because I really wanted to look at my beautiful step daughter’s body, the anticipation of which was driving me crazy.

She positioned some pillows next to me and lay on top of them. She lay on her side about an arms length away from with her head propped up on her hand. With the other hand she began to move it across her covered breast, pinching nipple and messaging her breast.

She then whispered in my ear, “So you like to watch young girls play with themselves.”

I nodded my head yes and I continued to watch as she moved her hand from her breast down her side to her panty line. My hard dick began to jump as she moved her hand into her panties and began to message her pussy.

With her head near my ear I could her gasp as I saw the out line of her middle finger go in and out of her little pussy.

After a few seconds of her pleasuring herself, she removed her fingers from her pussy and moved them to my lips and smeared the juice from her finger on to my lips.

I then licked my lips to taste the sweetest nectar I had ever tasted. She then put her finger in her mouth and lick the rest of her juice off, moaning saying, “mmm it taste so good doesn’t it.”

Once again I had to agree and wanted to lick her pussy so bad, I wanted grabbed her and sit her sweet pussy on my face, but before I could, she got on her knees and began to play with her breast. Again teasing me as she began to move her t-shirt up her middle section to expose her flat belly and then just above the under side of her breast. She was enjoying teasing me because every time she did something provocative my dick would jump.

She asked, “Are you enjoying the show?” which was a silly question, but I played along.

I said, “Yes”; wanting to touch her or at least my dick.

She then asked, “Do you want to see my tits?”

I answered, “Yes”

“What are the magic words?” she said with devilish look on her face.

“May I see your beautiful tits” I said as my voice cracked with anticipation.

She then said, “Okay, but you still can’t touch yourself or me.”

I obeyed as she pulled the t-shirt over her head.

I gasped with pleasure as she revealed her beautiful globes, which caused my dick to jump again, causing some pre cum to come out.

Her tits were very extremely beautiful, about a c cup in size, with very pink areoles and pink nipples that protruded out. I wanted to touch them, but I knew that I had to obey her or the game would be over.

She then placed her avcılar escort t-shirt on the bed and started to play with her tits, pinching her nipples, causing them to become hard as rocks. She then placed her hand under her left breast raising it so that she could lick her nipple. Once again my dick jumped with pleasure as her tongue flicked across her nipple.

“You like that, huh?” she asked, “Does my mother do that with her tits?” I replied no, my wife’s tits are not big as Steph’s.

As she continued to message her tits, she moved one hand down to her panties and began to play with her still cover pussy again, coating her fingers with her pussy juice. She then moved her freshly coated fingers to her right breast and smeared her juice her nipple while moaning with pleasure.

She then move closer to me, hovering her tits over my face and asked, “Would you like to taste the juice I just put on my nipple?”

I replied, “Yes, may I suck on your beautiful nipple.”

She moved her nipple closer to mouth, brushing it against my lips. I stuck my tongue and flick it across her nipple which caused her to moan again. I then moved head up and was able put her entire breast in my mouth, twirling her nipple with my tongue, licking her sweet nectar off her breast.

I looked up at her face and I saw that eyes were closed, biting her lower lip as I suck and nibbled on her coated nipple.

She was now positioned next to my right hand and I couldn’t resist the opportunity to touch the out side of her thigh. As I continued to suck her breast I moved my hand up her leg and began to caress her sweet little ass. Her skin so smooth and as I touch her skin, goose bumps began to pop up. She was enjoying what I was doing as I squeezed her ass and suck her tit.

Then she suddenly jumped up and pressed my hand away.

“I told you no touching without permission!!!” she said as she scolded me.

“Now look at what you did.” She said as she looked at her panties. She then pulled her panties tight against her pussy and I could see the moisture from pussy begin to cover the crotch.

“Oh look you made me mess my pretty little panties.” She said with a frown, “Well I guess I’m just to have to take them off.” I smiled when she said this and I watch intently as put her hand on both sides of panties and began to remove them. She move back a little and fell on her butt as she pulled them down to her knees then down her leg past her feet. Her legs were tightly pressed together only giving me the slightest glimpse of woman hood, but it was enough to cause my dick to jump once again.

She took her panties and placed in front of her pussy and returned to the position she was before. She then looked down at me and said, “So you want to see my young pussy you dirty man?”

I could only replay by nodding my head yes because the excitement made it hard for me to talk.

She then moved her panty away from her pussy, which was completely bald. I could tell that she as excited as I was because her pussy was very swollen and slightly open.

She continued to move her panties up her body past her tits to her mouth were she put the crotch into her mouth and began to suck her juice. The way play with me was driving me crazier then before, causing pre cum to ooze from my dick. I didn’t know how much more I could take before I would ejaculate spontaneously.

As she sucked on the crotch of her panties she moved her free hand to her pussy and began to twirl her clit between her fingers. Oh, I wanted my tongue on her clit so bad. I could almost taste her juice as I licked my lips as she continued to play with herself.

She removed her panties from her mouth and moved closer to me and asked, “Do you want share my pussy juice with me?” All I could do was open my mouth as she loaded her lips to my mouth and began to kiss me by placing her tongue in my mouth. I grabbed her head and held in place as our tongues danced in each other mouths.

At first I could feel her resist my hold on her, but after a few second she began to relax as my free hand caressed her ass again and she moved her body on to me.

After we şirinevler escort broke from our passionate kiss she rested her head next to me and whispered in my ear, “Please eat me out, I want to tongue deep in my pussy.”

She moved her body up to my face and lowered herself. As she did I was able see how pink and wet her pussy was. Little droplets of her escents came from her pussy and fell on my face and I stuck my tongue out to catch them as my tongue and brushed across her clit which made her moan and release a flood of sweet nectar on to my face.

I was able to look up and noticed that both her hands were placed on the headboard of the bed as she readier herself for the ride. I also noticed her eyes were tightly closed and she was biting on her allowed lip as waves of pleasure passed through her body. I could tell that she in heaven as I worked on her clit and drove my tongue deep into her inviting pussy.

I was in heaven also. This was the youngest pussy and sweetest pussy I had ever tasted since I was a young man and I wanted to tongue fucking her for as long she would let me.

After the third or forth orgasm passed through her she decide it was time move. She moved her pussy from my face and moved her body down so that she could share the juices she had just deposited on me. She licked my face and kissed me as my dick was now pressed between our bodies. She then began to move her body against my dick and asked me if was ready to cum. I said, “Yes” not knowing what she had planned.

She rolled off of my body and flipped around so her ass in my face and her head was between my legs. She began to kiss my inner thighs and began to stroke him cock between her tits. I almost came when she began to play with me, but I didn’t want to shoot my load so I decided to start to play with her pussy and ass rubbing both with my fingers.

As I rubbed my fingers across her very wet pussy, I took some of her juice and began to massage around her pink little asshole. She liked what I was doing because she began to grind herself against my fingers and moaned every time my finger rubbed across her tight little hole.

While I played with her, she began to stroke my cock with hand and then she place the tip of my dick against her lips and sucked me into her mouth. It felt so good, as her mouth began to go up and down on my cock. I closed my eyes as I tried to relax the tension in my ball. I knew I wasn’t going to able to hold off much longer, but I wanted to play with her pussy and ass some more before I blew my load into her mouth.

She was very talented in giving blow job because every time I thought I couldn’t take much more she would move her attention to another part of my dick and balls, allowing me to relax.

I moved her pussy closer to my mouth and began to lick and suck on her clit. I then coated my finger more with her juice and rubbed it into to asshole. I then decided to put my coated finger in to her ass a little at a time until it was buried to my first knuckle. I then took my thumb and inserted it in to her pussy moving both back and forth as I gently nibbled on her fully erect clit.

She began to move her hips in unison with my fingers and began to moan as she took my cock into her mouth again. The vibration of my moans and the site of my finger and thumb going in and out of her were too much for me to handle and I felt that I was going to cum.

I then said, “Oh, I am going to cum!!!!” as she continued to suck me hard.

I then felt her legs tighten around my hand as she began to have orgasm and I shot my load deep into her mouth. This put her over the edge and I looked up in enough time to see her shoot fluid all over me and the bed. I was completely soaked with her sweet nectar and she sucked ever drop of my love juice from my balls.

We both laid there for a few minutes, as her legs spasm from the intense orgasm we both had shared.

She then rolled off me saying, “Oh my god no man had ever done that to me.” And we both laughed as she looked up at me and noticed how wet I was. She then crawled up next to me and snuggled my against my neck we both basked in the afterglow.

As we lay together on the bed I began to caress her hair and back. She then looked up at me and said, “You are as wonderful as my mother had told me.”

I replied, “Your mother has told you about us?” with a confused look on my face.

I said, “Yes we share everything.”

I decide to let it go for now, but as they say, the best is yet to cum…….

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A Lifetime of Storms

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Adam sat at his desk looking out of the window. Rain pelted down so hard he could just barely make out the barn and corral. The sound of the thunder rattled the windows as it bounced off the canyon walls. “A ‘Boomer’,” he whispered recalling the name his father had used for such storms. Storms in the mountain country of the North-west were no big deal but one’s like this had a special meaning to him.

Slowly, the scene before him faded as images of the past formed in his mind. The first storm like this that he remembered was on the day his mother had died. She had been sick for months and though she had some ‘good days’ they grew fewer and fewer until she was gone. He was just 10 years old.

The second storm was much the same. The day had started out sunny and calm but just before noon the clouds had drifted down from ‘the high country’. The rain poured like ‘cats and dogs’ as the saying goes. What made this storm different was not just how bad it was but what happened during it.

His dad had been out checking the livestock since before sunrise. He always got an early start on days when the weather was supposed to get bad. Usually he was home before the storm hit but that day he was late and Adam was getting worried until he heard the sound of footsteps on the porch. When his dad entered, his slicker was not only rain-soaked but also mud-splattered yet Adam barely noticed it. Instead his eyes were drawn to the woman entering behind him.

Her blonde hair was plastered to the top of her head and rain water dripped from the ends, splattering on the small rug by the door. Her mascara had run down her cheeks leaving long black streaks and whatever make-up she may have been wearing had been washed away. Her eyes were a brilliant blue and her cheeks were slightly reddened from the wind. In other words, she was the most beautiful, stunning woman he’d ever seen.

“Adam, this is Jessica. Jessica, this is my son, Adam. Her car skidded into the ditch down at the fork,” dad said as a way to introduce the two of them.

“Hello, Adam.”

“Hey, Jessica.”

“Tell you what. Why don’t you just call me Jessie? Everyone else does.”

“Ok, Jessie.”

“Adam, can you grab some towels? I tried to get Jessica’s car out of the mud and well …,” he indicated his clothes. “I really don’t want to spread all this mud and water all over the house.”

“Ya, sure,” he replied, finally breaking eye contact with Jessica.

He was less than half-way down the hall when the lights went out. “Nothing new,” he thought but the sound of a surprised yelp from the living room caused a smile to form. Grabbing some towels from the closet, he detoured into his dad’s bedroom and grabbed two bathrobes before heading back.

There he found his dad standing with his arms wrapped around Jessica. “It’s ok. It’s just the power. It happens a lot up here when we have storms,” he murmured, softly.

Jessica’s response was a mumble that he couldn’t hear.

Coughing, so they wouldn’t be surprised by his presence, he watched as they separated, almost looking as if they were embarrassed being seen like that. Handing each a couple of large towels and a robe, Adam headed for the fireplace that dominated one of the walls. “I’ll get a fire started,” he said without looking at either of them.

“Thanks, buddy,” his dad replied.

“Where can I …?” Jessica started to ask.

“Just give it a few minutes for Adam to get a fire started and then …”

A quizzical looked filled her face as she waited.

As expected from years of practice, Adam had a fire going almost immediately and the warmth began to drift outward to fill the room.

“Ok, this is how we’ll do it,” his father started to explain. “Adam, grab one of Jessica’s towels and put it around behind your back like this …,” he demonstrated, “and stretch your arms out while you lift the towel so it’s above your head,” he continued. “Then come over here and stand with your back towards the fireplace. Not too close. Ok, Jessica. Now you come over here and stand by the fire while you dry off and change out of your wet clothes.” Looking down at Adam, he joked, “Remember ‘Chivalry isn’t dead just a bit tarnished,’ so no peeking.”

Jessica, stepped behind the make-shift barrier and the sound of her wet clothes dropping to the floor quickly filled the room. To Adam, it seemed as loud as the thunder that persisted outside.

After she was done, his dad stepped behind the barrier, now consisting of only the towel he was holding, and changed. Jessica sat on a chair, pulling her legs up under herself and the robe, while she used a towel to dry her hair.

Adam was so mesmerized by the sight that he didn’t even realize his father was done changing until he said, “Thanks again, buddy,” while jokingly ruffling the hair on his head.

“Ya, sure,” he’d replied, still barely able to look away from where Jessica sat.

After hanging halkalı escort Jessica’s wet clothes on a chair near the fire, they spent the rest of the evening talking about the storm, the ranch, Jessica, and what she was doing out on a day like this, with only a short break when Adam and his dad cooked a meal over the fire.

Fortunately, no one seemed to notice how often he’d glanced over at the assortment of drying clothes. A light-tan ‘business-cut’ jacket with a matching skirt, a white blouse that almost seemed transparent when it was wet, black high-heels, tan stockings, and off to the side as if they were being hidden, a black and red, lace bra and panties. It was also fortunate that no one seemed to noticed the growing bulge in the front of his pants.

Outside, the storm seemed never-ending as the lightening and thunder crashed and flashed. Inside, things became more and more quiet as they became comfortable with each other until the clock on the mantel chimed ten times.

“Time for sleep,” his dad started before coming to an abrupt stop. Looking at Jessica, he stammered, “I … ummmm … I’ll sleep out here on the couch. You can have my bed.”

Only vaguely aware of what has going on, Adam had already gone to bed leaving his dad and Jessica sitting in the living room.

When he got up the next morning the electricity was back on and there was a note on the kitchen table from his dad saying he’d left early to check for any damage caused by the storm. What he didn’t see was any sign of Jessica or the usual stack of blankets that his dad left when he slept on the couch for some reason.

Just then, Jessica walked out of his dad’s bedroom fiddling with the buttons of her blouse.

For the first time, he got a really good look at her. Standing about 5-foot, 8-inches tall, her hair, now pulled back in a pony-tail, was a golden yellow that hung to the middle of her back. Her blue eyes sparkled in the morning sunlight and her skin was lightly tanned. The last residual of make-up had been washed away and her lips were full and turned up in the corners so she looked like she was always smiling. Allowing his gaze to travel lower, he noticed that she was ‘curvy’ and that all the curves were in the right places, especially the ones around her bust.

“Damn, she muttered apparently unaware that Adam was there. “I was afraid of this.”

“Afraid of what?” he asked.

Surprised, her head jerked upwards. Seeing him standing there, she hesitated before answering. “This blouse. I was afraid that the rain or drying it by the fire might shrink it … and apparently it has,” she finished as she moved her hand revealing that there was a large gap directly in front of her bust.

“Can’t you pin it or something?” he asked.

“Not really,” she teased as she walked past him, grabbing her jacket and buttoning it up over the blouse.

Just then his dad returned. He took Jessie back down to her car where a tow truck was waiting to pull her out. For the next 8 months, she showed up more and more frequently to spend time with him and his dad until they announced they were getting married. He had just turned 16.

They got married and Jessie gave up her job, quickly taking on the role of a rancher’s wife. Even her clothing had changed. Gone were the tailored suits and heels, to be replaced my jeans, flannel shirts, and cowboy boots, not that it really mattered. According to one of his friends she could have worn a burlap sack and she still looked like a knock-out.

Nothing happened during the next storms except Jessica slid into the ditch again.

The fourth storm came up suddenly, just after his 18th birthday. His dad had been rounding up some cattle that wandered high in the mountains when it hit. Jessie had been in town getting supplies. The valley vibrated from the thunder as the rain formed fast-moving rivers where creeks and streams had been just hours before. As usual, the roads became slick and slippery. When Jessica got home, an image of the first time he’d met her flashed before his eyes … she was soaked from head to toe.

“Where’s your dad? He’s not going to believe this but I slid off the road in the exact same spot as I did when I met him.”

“He’s not here,” Adam called after her, a feeling of unrest growing deep inside. His dad didn’t come home that night nor the next morning. That afternoon his horse limped into the corral.

A search party had quickly been formed. For seven days they searched before finding his dad’s remains at the bottom of a ravine. The doctor later said it appeared he had been thrown from the horse while trying to cross a stream on his way home.

A quiet funeral was held accompanied, ironically, by a gentle rain. When the will had been read, he was surprised to find that his dad had never changed it after marrying Jessica so everything was his. At 18 years old, he found himself responsible taksim escort for a 400-acre ranch, 200 head of cattle, and a step-mother. The only thing he didn’t get was the actual house which his dad left to Jessie.

All thoughts of going away to college also disappeared that day. Instead, he had a contractor come in and hook-up a state-of-the-art computer system that used federal communication satellites so he could continue his education on-line.

“Now this,” he thought still looking out the window. He had been so engrossed in the past that he hadn’t even heard Jessica come up behind him until she lay a hand on his shoulder and said, “Your dad would be proud of you.”

“For what?”

“All of this,” she finished with a wave of her hand to the scene outside. “In just four years you’ve taken his ranch and turned it into one of the largest ranches in the region. You’ve increased your cattle herd almost 5 times over. You purchased a good-sized portion of the land the local Native-American’s hold sacred and turned it over to them … and all of that while still taking classes to get your degree.

“Ya, like I really need a degree in ranching and agriculture to run this place,” he replied curtly. “Sometimes I think maybe it was a waste of time.”

“Really … and what do you think your dad would say about that?”

Adam shrugged his shoulders, already hearing the answer in his head.

“He’d remind you that if you learned just one thing the whole time you were in school it was worth it. Right?”

“I guess so.”

“Ok then. Now, what are your plans for the day?” she asked as she spun him around in his chair so he was looking at her. Even now, after six years of living together in the same house he couldn’t get over how beautiful she was.

Today her hair hung loosely over her shoulders and her eyes sparkled yet there was something else … something he couldn’t quite put his finger one. She was dressed in a pair of snug jeans and a red flannel shirt with the tails tied together at her beltline. The top three buttons were open giving him a peek at her ample bust and … that’s when it hit him. “She’s not wearing a bra,” he thought. “Usually I can see a little bit of the lace from the bras she likes to wear but … not today.”

Shifting in his seat, he confirmed his suspensions when he has able to look along the contour of her breast almost to the ring of her areola. Even more proof was the slight protrusion of her nipple as it pressed against the front of her shirt.

“I had planned on taking a ride into town to check on some breeding stock at the stockyard but we all know about this family’s reputation of driving in this kind of weather,” he teased.

Flushed by embarrassment she lightly slapped his arm. “I’m not THAT bad.”

“Hmmmm, let’s see. Three major storms since you first came up here, three times in the same ditch at the same spot.”

Together they laughed as the thunder rolled and rumbled outside. Then suddenly the lights went out. No yelp or sheik of surprise this time instead they just stood there waiting. “One, two, three, four,” they counted in unison.

When nothing happened, he sighed. “I guess something happened to the power lines again. I’ll get the fire going.”

“And I’ll grab some food to cook over it. Who knows how long it’ll be this time.”

With the ease of two people who had done this very thing more than just a few times, they quickly had their meal prepared. When they were finished, they sat staring into the fire as the storm raged outside.

“This almost seems like the first night I came to this house. The fire, the meal, sitting around afterwards … do you remember?” she asked quietly.

“Ya, I remember,” he answered as he watched the flames dance.

“The only thing that’s missing is my wet clothes and lingerie hanging over a chair.”

“Yep.” Then in an attempt to cover-up what he’d said, he muttered, “What are you talking about? I don’t remember any …”

“Oh get off it,” she teased. “I saw the way your were glancing at my things that night. I even remember how hard you blushed a couple of times and how you kept repositioning the pillow you had on your lap.”

Realizing that she knew everything he admitted it reluctantly. “You’re right but what would you expect from a 16 year-old guy? You were the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen and then to have you sitting there when I knew you weren’t wearing anything under the robe. It was like some kind of medieval torture.”

“And what about now?”

“What?”

“You said I was the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen. Well … what do you think of me now?”

Hesitating while he tried to decide how to answer her question, he turned his eyes back to the fire. Images of that first night mingled with what he had seen earlier while in his den. “I still think your beauti … no … that’s not quite right,” he started before pausing once şişli escort again. Then with a sigh, he finished, “I think you’re the most gorgeous, attractive woman I’ve ever met.”

Now it was her turn to fidget in her seat. “So the fact that I’m 11 years older than you doesn’t bother you?”

The soft glow of the fire seemed to somehow provide a feeling of security, intimacy, and openness that he had never imagined as he replied. “Actually, I was attracted to older women even before you came here. In fact, the first woman I ever saw nude was the wife of one of dad’s seasonal workers. She was down by the stream washing up and I stumbled across her. When I first got there she was wearing just her panties and bra but after a couple of minutes she took those off, too so she could wash herself. I sat there in the bushes frozen in place watching her. When she left, I slipped away unnoticed … or so I thought. That night all I could do was think of her and what she’d looked like but what really hooked me was what happened a few days later …”

“What was that?”

“I was in the barn working when she came in. She seemed kind of nervous since she kept looking around before she came up to me and whispered, ‘These are for you’ as she pressed the panties and bra into my hands. Her and her husband left the next day but after that all I ever fantasized about were older women.”

“What about the girls you dated in school?”

“I did that to keep anyone from guessing my secret. Even my dad never knew. The couple of times he asked about this girl or that girl, I always told him what he wanted to hear but those relationships never went anywhere.”

Just then the clock on the mantle chimed ten times breaking the mood.

“Time for me to get to bed. Long day tomorrow checking for any damage from this storm,” he said as he rose and headed down the hallway. Calling “Good night,” just before closing his door.

Jessica sat there, her mind in a turmoil. Time stood still as she thought about what he’d said until she got up, quickly banking the fire, and placing the grate in front of it to keep any sparks for popping out, before she headed to her room.

Once there, she stripped off her clothes and looked at her reflection in the mirror. The soft, gentle glow of the candles she had lit fluttered behind her. “Not too bad,” she thought as her hand slid over her body. Now 34 years old, she still had the type of body that caused men to stop and whistle while women glared at her wishing they had been so lucky.

Her skin was no longer just lightly-tanned but bronzed from long hours in the sun. What no one knew, except her husband, was that the tan was almost complete since she frequently took rides into the hills where she shed her clothes. Her breasts had grown from a 34D to a 34DD/E, depending on the bra manufacturer. She’d teased her husband that it was because of all the time he spent playing with them or latched onto them when they made love. Fortunately, there was very little sag. Her waist narrowed to just 24 inches before her hips flared out to a lush 38 inches. “Not too bad at all,” she mused.

Lightly, she ran her finger tips along the contour of her neck causing goose bumps to form, though from the coolness of her room or the excitement she was feeling she knew nor cared. Slowly her hands moved lower, rubbing her open palms across her nipples as they hardened. “Yesssssssss,” she hissed as her body responded. Instinctively, she cupped each breast in her hand while squeezing a nipple between her index finger and thumb. A light sheen of sweat appeared across her forehead as her body reacted to her touch. “So long,” she whispered as she recalled the last time she had felt a man’s touch on her body. Teasingly, she used her fingertips to draw figure ‘8’s around her breasts moving closer and closer to her nipples and then fluttering away. Wrapping her arms across her breasts, she crushed them to her chest as if a man was pressing against her.

Moving backwards, step-by-step, she continued to watch herself in the mirror until she felt the back of her legs touch the side of her bed. Laying back, she stretched out across it while in her mind’s eye a form slowly emerged from the shadows; tall, muscular and rugged. He moved with the lethalness of a mountain loin.

Easing her hand down across her stomach, she felt the muscles ripple. Gently she explored her belly-button and tugged on the belly ring that had been a present for her second anniversary. She imagined the ruby-red stone glimmering in the candle light as she moved her hand lower to the junction of her legs. There she began to lightly rub the hair surrounding her womanly treasure, playing with it, as her mind drifted further.

In the darkness, her hand delicately probed her mound. Her nether lips were swollen with desire and if she had looked, she would have seen that they were a darker red then the skin around them. The furrow between her lips was spread, invitingly, and seemed to pulse each time she drew near while her womanly nectar slowly dripped from the opening to coat her lips and inner thighs. She found the sensitive nub at the top of her slit and moved her fingertip around and around her pleasure center as her mind played out the image of her lover quietly coming and standing beside her.

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A German Reunification

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This story follows on from on the series Sisterly Assistance and makes references to events and characters from those stories, focused on Karl and his sister, Lucy.

*

A decade had passed and Lucy had left Nottingham having met and married Torsten, a German who had been working in England. Karl had remained in the north of England, was now thirty and single. Lucy and Torsten had moved over to Germany the previous year and had settled in the city of Wiesbaden in the Rhineland. Now that they were far apart, Karl was missing his sister and so was quite eager to visit when she had emailed a rare letter, with an invitation to stay over. Close encounters were a mere distant, albeit enduring memory, he reflected. Things were different now, and she had a new life, adapting to the change of language and culture. She had written how nice the area was around Wiesbaden and they could enjoy a few days together in between work commitments.

It was a very warm September afternoon when Karl arrived in Wiesbaden’s main station. Lucy was waiting for him on the platform. He made his way off the train through the crowd and recognised her – she was waving out for him, and looking stunning in a floral summer dress, her skin tanned slightly from the continental sun.

“You’re looking well!”

“Thanks. Good trip?”

He kissed Lucy on the cheek. “Fine, flight ok, slightly late, but there’s lots of connections with the trains here. And, bonus: no screaming babies on the plane for once!”

Lucy looked slightly askance for a tiny moment. “Ok, so we are not far away.” She led them through the station entrance to the frontage. “I’ll hire a taxi… you know Torsten is away?”

“Oh? No, you’d said that he’d be here.”

“Urgent business to sort out in Berlin. Could be a few days.”

“Oh, shame. Pity to miss him.”

“Yes, he wanted to meet you again. But at least you can keep me company.” Lucy waved at a taxi that was approaching.

“So you’ve taken some time off?”

“Yes.” A cream coloured Mercedes pulled up. “Hallo, Taxi bitte!” She gave the street name and they got in the back seat.

“So we have an itinerary?” Karl enquired.

“You saw the Rhine valley on your way down?”

“Yeah, looks fabulous, all those clifftop castles, vineyards, boats plying the river.”

“Good. Because that’s where we’re going. There are some really nice walks. And, being Germany, there is always a nice little cafe on top of the hill.”

“Sounds good to me.”

A few minutes later, the taxi pulled up by an older four storey apartment block on a narrow tree lined avenue.

“This is our place,” announced Lucy, “…and this is where the fun starts!”

**

The next day, Lucy and Karl set out for a walk along the vineyards of the Rhine. A short train ride brought them to a village set in the dramatic steep sides of the Rhine gorge. Although it was only mid morning, it was already hot.

“It’s September, right?” said Karl, feeling the heat as they climbed up on a narrow path.

“The Rhine valley stays hot, it has got a local climate. It’s good for the grapes.”

They passed through the lines of grapes, ripe in the sun, and below, the Rhine was humming with activity with huge freight barges, cruise boats and ferries, whilst on each side of the river, trains rattled above the riverbanks.

Karl felt his energy sapping in the hot ascent. “Any chance of an ice cream?”

“You know me, Karl, I wouldn’t refuse you bit of pleasure,” Lucy smiled as she carried on ahead. “Up by that castle, there’s a really nice cafe, and they do ice creams that you won’t forget in a hurry.”

Under the shade of a tree they picked a table and sat down, Lucy ordering the ice creams.

“So,” began Karl, “tell me about married life in Germany.”

“It’s pretty good. Life’s busy, as people work hard here, but once you finish, that is it. The working hours are less too.”

“Seems fair. How’s Torsten?”

“Oh, fine. He just has to go on business trips quite a bit recently. Berlin one day, Hamburg the next, even Warsaw the odd time.”

“Not great if you are finding your feet in a new country.”

She shook her head. “Well, my German is coming on, … by necessity. But you know some things are cool, others a bit frustrating, like the bureaucracy.”

Their ice cream arrived, lavishly bedecked with fresh fruit. Lucy smiled and nodded at the waitress. “Oh yes, and the ice creams are really good! Danke schön!”

She dug into the ice cream with a long spoon. “I’m hoping to get more work, but I have to keep working on my German too.

“Of course. So, map work?”

“Yes indeedy.”

Karl followed in suit by digging into the ice cream, and for some unknown reason remembered Lucy’s friends back in Nottingham. A little flashback took him to the time he had enjoyed a passionate night with Beth as well as Lucy.

“Did you keep in touch with Beth and Jules?”

“Yes. They send their love.”

“Wild times,” Karl murmured, causing Lucy to glance up at him.

**

That evening Torsten rang Lucy and she spoke with a mixture of English and German. Karl guessed that the German bits were the private bits. Putting the phone down, Lucy looked over to Karl.

“Torsten says hi.”

“Aha.”

“Also, he says, if it’s hot why don’t bakırköy escort we go to the Freibad? There is this superb open air swimming pool on the hilltop.”

“Hilltop. In the heat,” remarked Karl.

“There’s a bus.”

“Ok!” – an instant conversion for Karl.

“In the meantime we can hire bikes and do a tour of the city. Not only that, Mainz is just across the Rhine.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

By the afternoon the heat was searing, The bike trip was curtailed and they caught the bus up to the pool. Karl got changed and waited at the pool edge for his sister. She came out after a few minutes wearing a white bikini, her long black hair was shining and hung over her shoulders as she walked up, picking up Karl’s gaze.

“Hey, Luce, looking hot!”

“Good job there’s some nice water to cool you off!”

Karl studied her as she slowly approached the pool before dropping quickly down the pool ladder. He followed, marvelling at the sight of her. Was it because she was unavailable now he found himself attracted to her again? He told himself that he was probably just chasing old memories, and that he was best off just enjoying the swimming and their opportunity to spend a bit of time together. He followed her down the ladder and into the cool water. She was already off, dodging those standing around in the pool and he made some powerful strokes to catch up.

“Hey, Luce, where are you off to?” She came to halt and he found himself stealing a glance at her nipples through her bikini top, hardened by the cool of the water. He relished that moment, and again his thoughts betrayed him and he remembered from years back seeing her nipples exposed and under the ministrations of his tongue. Lucy tilted her head at him to bring in his attention.

“Hey, let’s do a few lengths?”

“Yeah, but how about, after that, having a go on that big water slide?”

She looked up and the long winding tube and noticed the speed of its occupants hitting the pool. “Ok… but only if you hold on to me.”

“Deal!”

Despite the busyness of the pool, Lucy and Karl swum several length before Karl headed towards the slide. “Ok Luce, brace yourself!”

Lucy followed, climbing out slowly before they both made their way up a long wooden walkway to the top of the slide. It looked steep and fast.

“See what I mean, Karl? This slide is nuts!”

“Yes, it’s only for the moderately insane and children.”

Once clear to go, they got in and rapidly took off down the slide. Lucy clung on to Karl, giving whoops as they barrelled down, accelerating fast, despite Karl’s vain attempt to slow them down with his legs. He felt Lucy’s tight grip round his stomach, her wet hair on his shoulders, her wet legs round his all giving him a warm glow, until with a smack they suddenly hit the pool water. Engulfed in the water, almost stunned, Karl held his breath and swam back up to surface followed by Lucy alongside.

“Ace!” she cried. “Let’s go again!” She immediately swam to the ladder and made for the walkway up to the top. Karl caught up with her as she strode up. “I want to go in front this time!” she declared, grinning excitedly. It was like being with a little girl, except for a couple of things. They got to the top.

“You’ll hold me?” Karl agreed and Lucy settled down on the launch spot, with Karl climbing down to sit behind her, placing his legs around Lucy. Waiting until she was ready, he heaved to launch themselves off.

As they span round the water chute, Karl could feel Lucy’s behind pressed against his groin. Her skin squeaked as the chute rubbed against her bottom, he watched her behind as they leaned into the bends, her bottom in contact against what he realised was an incipient erection. He savoured this secret pleasure and began to stroke his sister’s stomach when suddenly they hit the water with a hefty whumpf. His ears filled with the water pressure, he immediately released his grip on Lucy before they twisted their way back to the surface.

“Once more?” she looked at him with what seemed to be a sly, inviting look.

“Oh, go on!”

Again they ascended the walkway, and at the top Lucy took front position with Karl again behind. He was holding Lucy as they spiralled their way down, and again his lust rose and was pressing insistently against Lucy’s pert bottom. Surely she felt it? Karl realised that old passions were stirring again. What did she once say about it? “Enjoy it, and just let it go.” And with the next crashing entrance into the water he did just that.

After their swim, Lucy decided the day was too hot for anything else and suggested that they have an afternoon lunch and a siesta back at the apartment. They picked up some wine on the way back with the groceries. Lucy busied herself with fixing their lunch, handing him things to take to the table. Over lunch she announced, “I’m going to have a rest for an hour or two, if that’s ok. This heat is knackering.”

“Sure, Luce.”

Once they had finished, Lucy retired to her room, and Karl made his way to the guest room. He lay on the futon feeling hot and restless, and after an hour got up again to wander around the cooler main room of the apartment. He looked at the books on the shelves: a lot were in German, which would be far too much hard work. Then he spotted a coffee beşiktaş escort table book, lavishly illustrated with photographs about the Alps. That would do nicely. He sat down to read on the sofa; the street outside had gone quiet in the heat and he could just hear the steady hum of the refrigerator in the corner of the kitchen area, and another quiet little buzz. Odd. It seemed to come from Lucy’s room. Karl’s mind wandered from the Alpine peaks to the noise. Was she self pleasuring with a device? Had this afternoon ignited her lust too? Looking around the room, he decided it was all too complicated to dwell on.

**

Evening time came and Lucy had got up and put on a short summer dress. She suggested that have a wander round the park, and meal out at a Thai restaurant close by. Karl was very happy with the idea and the park offered some cool respite from the city heat. The Thai meal was very good and after their dessert Lucy offered the wine they had earlier bought.

“First thing, it’s local. And very good. You can’t leave the Rhineland with out sampling some.”

“Sounds fair to me.”

“Secondly, I could do with letting go a little. To be honest, the past few months have been harder than I thought they would be. A lot harder.”

“Ok, you tell me all about it and we’ll crack that bottle open.”

In fact, more than one bottle was opened. Lucy relayed how life was different in Wiesbaden and how tricky it was now that Torsten was away so much. Work was ok, but their social circle was limited.

“Thing is,” she then confided, “with him being away…”

“Hmmm?”

“Well, to be blunt, we’ve been trying for a baby… well, I need him to be around, at least until I am better established here, better at German, have a support network of friends and so on.”

“Ah.” The revelation hit him. “Oops that changes things,” he thought. He paused as he digested his sister’s news. “So…you really want one?”

“Time’s right, I’m not getting any younger, and as Torsten says, if I was busier it might not be so easy to give my work up.”

“If you wanted to give your work up. Gosh, Luce, how time flies!” Karl never really imagined free spirited Lucy would want to devote herself to raising children. Maybe it was Torsten’s idea?

“Sleep and freedom gone,” he remarked.

“Well, yes.”

“We were so carefree once!” Karl had flippantly referenced their past: his visits to Nottingham.

Lucy sipped at her wine and looked studiously at her glass. “Not quite. We got careful.” It was ironic now, she thought. Panics about contraception and now – the opposite. To top it all, these little spoken hints or little physical reminders about their wilder days was having an effect on her. That time back, soon after she’d moved to Nottingham, on the night they had been at the club and she had encouraged him: he’d been so eager. She could picture them still. “Leave it,” she told herself. After all, she had had this afternoon to herself. But was that a trickle of wetness she felt now? Oh no! She was a little shocked at her arousal.

Karl remembered the time in the thunderstorm as Lucy transformed from reluctant sibling into a wanton lustful fire spirit, fucking him for all he was worth. And those other times: unbelievable. The wine has made them both fairly woozy, which allowed him to eye up his sister a little more closely. Her breasts were nicely framed in the strapless dress, her slim body emanating fitness and energy. The heat and the wine wove their way through his thoughts, lowering the barriers to dangerous territory.

“Was hot, though,” he finally spoke up. Lucy ran a finger around the rim of her wine glass.

“Yeah. That was then. You’ve got someone now though, haven’t you?”

“No.”

“Stick around here. Friend of mine said Rhineland folk are very open and friendly, and there are a lot of gorgeous German girls – well, from all over really.”

Karl mulled her comment over. “Well, I didn’t just travel here to pull, tempting as that prospect may be.”

“Maybe you should.”

“Why?”

“You know why.” Oh, she’d noticed in the water slide then.

“In four days? It’s not that easy, Luce.”

“No, I know. It’s not that easy for me, either.” She drew on her glass, aware that her brother was looking at her intently.

“But you are sorted, right?”

“Yeah.” It was not so convincing a response, or so Karl thought. He glanced over at her again, but Lucy’s manner suggested she was bringing the matter to a close.

“Look, I’m tired, and I have German classes tomorrow morning. I’m turning in.”

“Ok, I’ll plan a day out then.”

“Yeah, well, half a day, at least. We’ll sort it out tomorrow. Goodnight, sweet brother, it’ll all seem easier in the morning.”

Lucy then got up and went to her room, closing her door. That was the night over then. Or so he thought.

**

Some time after midnight he awoke to hear Lucy in the kitchen area, presumable fetching a glass of water. It reminded him that he was thirsty too, as a result of the heat and the wine. He waited a moment to let her finish before pulling on some shorts and going to the kitchen area. He found that a cabinet light was still on, and so he could retrieve a glass easily. He filled his glass from the tap and turned to see Lucy beylikdüzü escort had left her door open; he could see her in the darkened room, lying on her back on the bed. Was she already asleep? Then just as he quietly took another sip, he began to hear a tell tale buzz, like he had heard that afternoon. His mind rushed to confirm his suspicion that she was pleasuring herself. He felt a wave of adrenaline and peered over; in the dimness of the room, it seemed that Lucy’s legs were parted, and her short little nightie seemed to be drawn up?

He could hear the buzzing again; he reasoned that he should leave her to her private time, but then, her door was wide open…deliberately? He was curious and relished the chance to see his sister in an act of self pleasuring. Then again, he could be letting all hell loose by doing so. A moment later, she gave a little sigh, and then he was propelled forward by some kind of magnetic force, and before he knew it, he was at the doorway of the bedroom.

Lucy was in front of him on the bed with one hand between her legs with a vibrating device. He gazed at her, her satin nightie indeed pulled up above her waist, her legs outstretched and her eyes closed in pleasure. He was entranced, willing on his sister to orgasm, oh, he would be such a well behaved spectator! He noticed his erection growing in his shorts, and his attention was drawn to her hands moving steadily between her legs – and then she stopped. He froze. He’d been noticed.

He shut his eyes in horror, unable to move or think. He heard a rustle from the bed, and tried to compose an explanation for his “observing.” His mind was blank, he was rooted to the spot and after another moment he felt something gently pulling on his shorts; they dropped to the floor, and now, suddenly there was something else, wet and warm, caressing his upturned cock. It was slipping and sliding over his hardness, he continued to be statue still as the warmth embrace of lips and a tongue lapped his stiffened manhood.

“Oh Luce,” he whispered hoarsely. With kisses and caresses she teased him and pleased him until he was whimpering with lust. Once he was twitching in pent up arousal, she silently withdrew to the bed.

“I want you Lucy,” he murmured.

“Keep it outside of me, Karl,” she whispered in response as he followed her on to the bed, pulling up her nightie. He leant over, and brushed his engorged cock over her tightly trimmed bush. He could not say a word as he balanced himself on his forearms and guided himself, brushing up and down her pussy lips. This time they had to be really careful. He knew he had got some condoms, but if he had brought them in it would have suggested he had meant to fuck her all along. No. Better for her to allow them to dry fuck, it was already mind blowing.

He lowered himself a little, now at ease, he had enough space between his cock and Lucy’s vulva. She was already squirming under him in pleasure, he stroked her clit – oh so long since he had touched that little nub of delight, and slipped his cock along the ridges of her pussy lips. It felt deliciously damp down there. No mistakes this time though. The slight roughness of her hair down there contrasted the slippery warmth of her lips; of course, she was already primed. He kissed her on the mouth, and continued to brush his cock up and down with patient little strokes – Oh! That squirm she made was a little risky – he raised himself slightly, but she bucked again, he moved cautiously up again; that was a little dance with danger: she liked that, did Lucy.

He eased off teasing her clit, just to be sure; he had a nice rhythm sliding along her sweet pussy lips. It would be all topped off at the end with a nice pool of cum on her stomach. Sweet. A moment later she bucked again and raised her hips a fraction more and he found he was sliding down, down, over her vulva. This was really risky now. She raised her hips again and oh, he was inside her! Oh God! His married sister! She bucked her hips as if in encouragement, and he was lost now, all traces of restraint evaporating as he began to plunge deeper into her hungry wet pussy. She was sopping wet, and so ready for him.

Lucy gave something between a sigh and a moan and Karl responded by thrusting more forcefully. Something powerful had been reawakened in them now and Karl nuzzled his sister as he fucked her shameless cunt. She was hungry for sperm – his? Oh Hell! He couldn’t stop even if a bomb went off. He was caught now, steadily thrusting in her forbidden pussy, unified again after so many years. She fitted him like a glove, and was so in tune with him. And now she was starting her unforgotten killer moves on him: she wrapped her legs around his, binding them tightly together, and just that made him fuck her harder, and he could sense she was getting closer now, and, oh, that’s when she wants him to cum – her fingers found their way to his balls and gently stroked them with a deft touch, he felt the rush approaching, his orgasm nearing, his sister now squeezing on his cock with her vaginal muscles and gasping in her own approaching orgasm, he really, really should not be in her, but her fingers were stroking again, quietly demanding his balls empty into her, and he could do nothing else but instinctively thrust as deep as he could, in, in, shooting his cum deep inside her seething pussy, a volley of spurts, coating her walls with his hot essence. She clutched him close to her and he felt her sapping out his juice as they slowed to a stillness. He looked deep in to Lucy’s eyes. They gave assent to what had just taken place. He, still locked in place by her legs, felt her warm little internal shudders draw to a close.

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A Family Affair Ch. 04

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Rebecca walked into the living room and smiled at her family. It was family movie night. The one night of the week when the whole family got together and spent time together as a family. Rebecca sat on the loveseat next to her brother and smiled at him. When he held his arm out to her, she moved closer and rested her head against his chest while he stroked her shoulder. Her parents were sitting on the couch and smiled at the way their children were sitting together. “So are we ready for this?” Ron asked putting his arm around his wife’s shoulders. Michelle leaned against him as she smiled.

“Yup, turn it on honey.”

Ron hit play on the VCR and turned his attention to the screen. The screen was black for a minute the opened on a bedroom. The room seemed empty at first then a woman came from off screen and lay back on the bed. Rebecca gasped as she realized it was her mother. She was naked and laying back on the bed with her legs spread wide open. The camera zoomed in on her sucking on her fingers. “Mom?” Rebecca asked tearing her eyes from the screen and looking at her mother.

Michelle just smiled at her daughter then turned her attention back to the TV. “Just watch sweetheart, it gets better.”

Rebecca turned her attention back to the TV and gasped. There was a strange man standing just to the side of the bed. “Who the hell is that?” Rebecca gasped staring at the screen.

Michelle chuckled. “Your uncle Mike. Just watch.”

Rebecca’s eyes were glued to the screen as Mike climbed onto the bed and moved between Michelle’s spread legs. As he leaned his head forward all you could see was the back of his head and Michelle moaning. Then suddenly the camera angle shifted and you got a good view of Mike’s tongue flicking over Michelle’s clit while he slammed three fingers inside her. “Oh my,” Rebecca moaned watching the action going on. She felt Alex’s hand slip under her shirt and over her stomach. She looked over at him but all he did was smile so she went back to watching the TV. Mike had taken Michelle’s clit between his lips and was sucking greedily at it as he slammed three fingers deep inside her. Michelle was whimpering and humping her body tight against his face. “Oh god big brother, eat me.” She cried.

Rebecca started breathing a bit heavier as she watched her mom get eaten out by her uncle. It didn’t help that Alex had worked his hand over her bra and pulled the material down so his hand was playing with her breast under her shirt. She moaned softly as he tweaked her nipple with his fingers. Ron looked over at his children and smiled, he could see Alex’s hand working under his sisters shirt and thought that was a good idea. He let his hand slip under Michelle’s shirt and started playing with her breasts. Michelle looked over at her husband and smiled as she pushed her chest forward against his hand while she watched the TV.

On the video, Michelle was humping her pussy wildly against her brother’s face as he ate her out. “Ugh, fuck I’m cummminnnnnnnnggggg…” Michelle on the tv cried as she coated Mike’s fingers with her juices. Mike drove his tongue inside her and started licking all around while Michelle writhed on the bed. Rebecca’s breathing became more labored as she watched the video. When she felt her brother’s hands leave her tits and start working at her jeans, she looked at him. “Alex?” She panted.

He pulled her pants open and slipped his hand inside cupping her soaked pussy. “God your soaked sis.” He growled biting at her shoulder while his hand slipped between her pussy lips and caressed her clit.

“Ugh,” Rebecca moaned throwing her head back. She could hear her mother whimpering on the tv and wanted to watch more so she looked back at the screen. What she saw made her even hotter than she was already. Her mother was on her hands and knees with Mike behind her drilling her hard and deep with his 8 inch cock. She got a perfect view of Mike’s cock slicing in her mother’s pussy and couldn’t hold back the moan.

While Rebecca was watching the screen, Alex dropped to his knees on the floor and started pulling his halkalı escort sister’s pants down. When she realized what he was doing, she lifted her ass to give him an easier time. When he had them pulled down, he threw them to the side and pushed her legs open. He ran his finger up and down over her soaked pussy and heard her moan. “Watch mom get fucked by Uncle Mike sis, while I eat out this hot pussy.” He growled softly before he lowered his head and licked at her engorged clit.

“Ugh…” Rebecca moaned keeping her eyes on the TV. She watched as her mother got impaled by her uncles huge cock. She was trying to concentrate on the movie, but when Alex started flicking his tongue over her clit and slid three fingers inside her and started sawing them in and out it was hard. “Ugh, oh god Alex, eat me while I watch mom get fucked.” She purred lifting her pussy tighter to her brother’s face.

Over on the other couch, Ron had his hand slipped down Michelle’s panties and was fingering her furiously. Her pants were laying on the floor not far from Rebecca’s. “Oh god baby, finger my pussy.” Michelle purred feeling her husband’s fingers drilling hard and fast inside her.

Rebecca tore her eyes from the screen and looked over at her parents. She couldn’t see what her father was doing but she had a general idea from the way her mother was moaning. She thrust her pussy tighter against Alex’s face as he continued licking at her clit while his fingers flew inside her. “Oh ugh, oh god Alex, eat me.” She purred running her fingers through his hair and pulling him tighter against her.

Michelle lifted her hips and slid her panties down her legs very carefully so she didn’t dislodge her husband’s fingers from her hot slit. She kicked her panties off then spread her legs wider giving Ron better access to her pussy. Ron slammed his fingers deep inside her and used his thumb to press against her clit. Michelle was whimpering and humping her pussy against her husband’s hand. “Oh yes baby, finger me.” She purred leaning her head back against the back of the couch.

Rebecca had her eyes closed and was humping her pussy furiously against her brothers face when she heard her mother’s moan. Opening her eyes she looked over at her parents and her mouth watered. She could see her father’s fingers sawing in and out of her mother’s hot slit and she whimpered as she licked her lips. She grasped her brothers head and pulled him tighter against her own burning pussy as she lifted her hips. “Ugh, eat me Alex, make me cum on that hot tongue of yours.”

Alex locked his lips around her clit and flicked it with his tongue as he drove his fingers hard and fast inside her. Pussy juice was spewing out of her hot hole and he knew she was close to getting off. Her breathing was labored and the way she was humping against his face he knew it wouldn’t be long before she coated his fingers in all her hot juices. “Cum for me sis.” He growled against her pussy as he worked his figners faster inside her.

The TV was forgotten as Rebecca watched her parents. She watched her father lean down and take Michellle’s nipple between his lips sucking greedily at it as he furiously fingered her hot cunt. Michelle was humping wildly against his hand and her eyes were closed as her breathing became labored. “Ugh, oh god, finger me I’m going to cum.” She panted humping harder against his thrusting fingers.

Rebecca’s eyes glazed as she watched the action going on in front of her. Between watching her parents and her brother feasting on her hot cunt, her body was on fire. She tangled her fingers in Alex’s hair as she humped violently against his mouth. “Ugh, oh fuck I’m cummminnnnngggg…” She squealed suddenly as she coated Alex’s thrusting fingers with her cum juice.

Alex pulled his fingers out of her and quickly replaced them with his tongue. He drove his tongue deep inside her and licked around trying to get all the delicious juice she had spilling out of her. “Ugh, oh god tongue fuck me.” She panted thrusting şişli escort her hips wildly once again.

Michelle heard her daughter’s cries and opened her eyes. She glanced over at her children and smiled. Alex was on his knees with his face buried between his sister’s legs and Rebecca was humping forcefully against his face. She felt Ron’s fingers dig deeper inside her and his thumb was flicking back and forth against her clit as he chewed on her nipple. She held his head tight against her as she lifted her hips. “Ugh, oh baby, I’m going to cum. Finger me, don’t stop.” She begged. She lifted her hips, humping wildly against his thrusting hand. Suddenly she cried out and stiffened as her body spasmed with release. “Fuck I’m cummminnnnngggg…” She screamed coating his fingers in her juices.

Ron fingered her through her orgasm then slowly pulled his fingers from her clenching hole. He put them in his mouth and sucked all the juice off of them. “God you taste good love.” He growled kissing her deeply.

Michelle returned the kiss and moaned as she tasted herself on his tongue. When he pulled away, she looked back over at her children. Alex was tonguing Rebecca furiously and Rebecca was humping against him like there was no tomorrow. Her hands were tangled in his hair as she thrust her pussy tight against his face. Her breathing was coming out in shallow pants as he pushed her quickly towards cumming. “Tongue me baby brother.” She panted holding him tight. “Make me cum on that hot tongue.”

Alex drilled his tongue deep inside her, drinking up all the juice she had spilling out of her soaked cunt. He worked his tongue quickly in and out as he reached up with his fingers and rolled her clit around. Rebecca whimpered when she felt his fingers on her clit and knew she was right on the edge. “Please make me cum Alex, I’m so close.” She begged holding tighter to his hair. When he dug his nail into her clit she suddenly cried out and coated his tongue as she came. “Yessssssssssssssssssssss…” She screamed humping harder against his face. “I’m cummmminnnnggggg…”

Alex drilled his tongue back inside her once more then slowly pulled away. Rebecca was breathing heavy as she looked down at her brother. “God you taste good sis.” He growled moving up on his knees until he could capture her lips with his. Rebecca tasted herself on his tongue and moaned into his mouth.

The children broke apart as they heard their parents moan. Glancing over Rebecca smiled. Michelle was on her hands and knees in front of the couch while Ron was behind her drilling his hard cock slowly in and out of her wet pussy. “Fuck me baby, oh god it feels so good.” Michelle moaned lowering her head to the floor.

Rebecca turned back to her brother and reaching down grasped his cock through his pants. “I want to suck on your hot cock.” She growled squeezing him through his pants.

Alex pulled out of her hand and stood up. “Take him out then sis.” He said softly.

Rebecca smiled and pulled open his jeans. She grabbed them and his underwear and pulled them down until he was able to step out of them. Alex kicked them away then moved back in front of his sister. Rebecca reached out and grasped his hard cock in her hand. “Such a nice piece of meat.” She cooed stroking his slightly.

Alex tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her head forward. “Take him in your mouth sis.”

Rebecca opened her mouth and let his cock slide between her lips. She moaned as she took him into her mouth. “Mmmmm..” She moaned bobbing her head back and forth over him.

“Oh yeah sis, suck that cock.” Alex growled holding tight to her hair and slowly thrusting his hips back and forth, burying more of his cock in her willing mouth.

Rebecca whipped her tongue over him and heard his cry of pleasure as he sent precum onto her tongue. She licked it up then dug around looking for more.

Ron drilled slowly in and out of Michelle’s hot cunt as he watched his children. “Look at our babies love.” He growled softly leaning down over Michelle’s back and sarıyer escort grasping her tits.

Michelle had her eyes closed, enjoying the slow stroking of her husband, but opened her eyes at his words. “They really have embraced the family fun havent’ they honey?” She asked breathlessly as she pushed back against him and rested her head against his chest.

Ron kissed the top of her head then started moving a bit faster inside her, digging his cock deep in her well as he watched his children. Alex was fucking Rebecca’s face hard and fast and she was whimpering as she whipped her tongue over him. “Ugh, oh god sis, suck that cock, it feels so good.” Alex growled holding tight to her hair.

Rebecca reached up and pulled his hands out of her hair. She held tight to his hands as she pulled her lips off his cock. “I want you in my pussy.” She growled rubbing her pussy against the couch.

Alex leaned down and kissed her hungrily, his tongue slicing into her mouth as he pushed her back on the couch. Rebecca moaned against his mouth as he lifted her leg and pushed it back. He leaned down a little bit and lined his cock up at her entrance. Still keeping his lips locked on hers, he pressed forward with his hips burying half of his cock into her wet pussy. “Mmmmmm… oh yeah.” Rebecca moaned pulling her lips away and closing her eyes. “Fuck me Alex, fuck me good.”

He started out fucking her with long, slow strokes, while he captured her lips once more kissing her deeply as he plowed deep into her body. Rebecca wrapped her arms up around his neck holding him close as she kissed him back. When his tongue slithered into her open mouth, she sucked greedily at it and heard him moan.

“Now that is a hot sight.” Michelle panted watching her son and daughter fucking each other so slowly.

Ron looked up from biting at her neck to watch the younger couple. “Yes that is. She has such a sweet fuckable pussy.” He growled in her ear as he fucked her harder and faster.

“Ugh, oh god, I’m cummminnnnnggggg.” Michelle cried suddenly as she coated his cock with her juices.

“That’s it baby, coat that cock.” Ron growled slamming harder into her and feeling the cum boiling in his balls. He thrust hard burying himself completely inside her as he let go. “Fuck, I’m cummminnnnngggg…” He cried filling her with his seed.

“Aggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh yesssssssssssssssssssssss…” Michelle cried watching the action in front of her as her body went into overdrive once again.

Ron pulled out of his wife and pulled her back onto the couch so they could watch their children in comfort. He lazily played with her breasts as he watched his son and daughter.

Alex fucked harder and deeper into Rebecca, making her squeal with desire as he brought her body to life. “Oh fuck Alex, fuck me it feels so good.” Rebecca panted as she felt her orgasm rising hard and fast over her.

“Oh god you have the sweetest pussy sis.” Alex panted leaning over her and capturing her mouth for the third time. His cock drilled hard and fast into her waiting pussy as he kissed her deeply. Rebecca returned the kiss with all the passion she felt in her body as she lifted her hips against his powerful thrusts. “Fuck me Alex, I’m cummmmminnnnnggggg….” Rebecca cried against his lips as she coated him with her juices.

“That’s it sis, coat me, I’m right there with you.” He cried tearing his lips from hers as he bottomed out in her hot well and let go. His cum splashing all over her insides.

Alex collapsed against Rebecca and kissed her softly. “God you are amazing.” He panted as he pulled out of her and collapsed beside her on the loveseat.

Rebecca leaned over and kissed his sweaty forehead. “You’re not to bad yourself.”

Alex just closed his eyes and tried to get his breathing under control. He opened his eyes when his mother spoke. “So who’s ready to change partners?” She asked with a grin.

Rebecca and Alex looked at each other then both stood up and moved over to where their parents were sitting. Alex dropped between his mothers legs and started tonguing her still wet pussy while Rebecca took her father’s cock into her mouth and sucked deeply at it.

Before long the room was full of the sounds of bodies slapping together and moans and cries of pleasure. As the pleasure escalated to a boiling point everybody knew that this family fun would continue through generations to cum.

THE END!!!!!

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