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My eyelids fluttered open. I felt like I’d been run over by a truck. I was exhausted! I turned to look at the clock; 9:45?! Holy shit! I never slept this late. My mind sprang awake as I noticed the sun leaking last the curtains.

My breath suddenly caught in my throat as the recollection of last night suddenly washed through my addled brain. “Holy shit!” I whispered aloud, recalling every detail of what had occurred last night. My penis, already thickened by my need to urinate, fairly sprang to full erection at the memory of Mom kissing the tip last night, the image of my cum splashing over her nude body, the feel of her nipple in my mouth. “Hoollllllllyyyy shit!” I repeated.

I suddenly listened for signs of life from the rest of the house. Mom must be up by now. My ears rang with the silence of an empty house. I thought of my best friend Rhett, who lived just 4 doors down the street, faster if you took the cut through the woods. How could I ever tell him about last night. He already was jealous of how close my mom and I were, always touching and very physically affectionate. I can’t tell him. I can never tell him. I wondered briefly if he would be able to tell without actually being told.

I was starving! I hadn’t been hungry when we sat down to dinner and before my usually late night snack, Mom had come in to scratch my back. I never did get back downstairs. I briefly thought of a shower, but then thought of the pool and Jacuzzi, maybe I would just grab something to eat and have a swim instead. I got up and wrapped a towel around my waist and headed downstairs, wondering where Mom would have gotten to.

I strolled into the kitchen and noticed her sitting at the table in the bay window, legs pulled up, arms around them, gazing into the yard. She turned slowly to me and her thoughtful look shifted to a warm smile. “Good morning, sweetie. You’re very late.” I just stood and stared as she dropped her feet to the floor. “This coffee’s gone cold.” She stood and brought her cup over by me to heat it in the microwave. “How’s my beautiful boy?”

I noticed that she was wearing the thinnest, gauziest, little robe over an otherwise completely nude body. Her perfect breasts swayed and danced as she moved. I could clearly make out the slightly darker nipples and the soft tuft of dark blond hair above her otherwise shaved pussy lips. I watched her from behind as she put her cup in the ‘wave and watched as it heated. Her hips were bobbing slightly as if to music. I had noticed that she did this a lot these days.

I went and sat at a barstool at the kitchen counter to watch her, my erection tenting the front of my towel. I had begun to notice the fact that Mom had become a bit odd since the loss of my Dad and brother; a bit dingy, but mostly just in a world of her own, hearing music that was only inside her head. She was just not quite all there; not all quite here actually, she was partly somewhere else most of the time. This was part of the reason she had become so unconcerned about her being so casual and immodest around me lately.

Her coffee warmed, Mom came and climbed onto the counter next to me, sitting her sexy round bottom not a foot away. The sun, slanting through the room, backlit the sexy soft hair on her thighs. Her calves were always shaved smooth, but she had never shaved her thighs. The hair was downy soft and almost invisible except for the backlighting. It was very sexy. I could clearly make out the musculature under her skin as she flexed her thighs getting comfortable.

“So, what’s on for a lazy Saturday?” she asked.

“Well,” I started, distracted, “I was thinking to have a soak in the hot tub, …”

“Mmmmm that sounds so nice right now!” she interrupted. Her pale blue eyes flashed playfully at me over the rim of her coffee cup. She took a noisy sip. “Would you mind terribly if I joined you?” I smiled and shook my head. She glanced down at my erection. “I suppose you were going in naked?” I nodded. Another sip of coffee. “Would it be terribly bad of me to do the same?”

“I don’t mind.” I told her, standing. Her eyes fell onto my erection again. I watched as her breathing deepened, her robe doing nothing to conceal the rise and fall of her chest. Her nipples seemed as erect as my cock. I took a few slow steps away from her, and then slowly, rather obviously, undid the towel and removed it, holding it in my hand and exposing my hard cock to her watching gaze.

It bobbed a bit, at its slightly upward angle, as she watched it. I extended my hand and it took her a beat to understand the invitation. She set down her cup and slid off the counter. We just stared at each other for a moment and then her hands went to the sash at her waist and began slowly to untie it.

“I get excited when I show you my body.” She said quietly. She had told me this last night. I simply smiled at her. “Do you like my body?” she asked. I nodded slowly “The way that it looks?” I just kept nodding and smiling. She waited for Escort an answer.

“I love your body Mom. It is so beautiful and sexy.” She was still holding the robe closed in front of her.

“Yeah? You think so? I’m not getting too old to show it off for you?” I told her that she was perfect and not old at all. “So you like to see it? You enjoy seeing your mother completely nude?” I moaned that I did. “My breasts?” she asked, shrugging the robe off her shoulders, exposing both perfect tits for me. She gently shook her shoulders, making them sway just a bit. “They are still firm enough for you?” I grinned like an idiot, nodding.

“Oh Benjy! I loved having you suckle my breast last night.” She brought one hand up and began to tease the very nipple that had been between my lips last night. I was curious about the ‘Benjy’ moniker, but didn’t ask. “Mmmmm this nipple. This hard nipple. You have always suckled me so beautifully, when you were a baby, you would make me so wet!!” I could feel my cock bouncing with each heartbeat.

“You make my pussy ache, sweet baby.” She purred at me, glancing at my cock. “Oh Benjy, you naughty, naughty boy. Is your sweet penis all hard for Mommy?” I nodded to her smiling. “What a perfectly lovely hard penis you have, Benjy. I can’t believe I was so naughty as to actually kiss it and taste it.” We stood there just gazing at each other for a long moment. “You make Mommy’s pussy all swollen and moist. We make me very aroused. We are so very naughty together, aren’t we?”

“Are we?” I asked her. “Are we naughty, or simply in love?” Her eyes came to mine, at that thought. She seemed deeply thoughtful for a moment. I truly could not fathom what was passing through her mind at that moment. I had come to feel as though she weren’t really connecting with reality completely.

“Do you love me, sweetie?” she asked. I told her that I loved her more than life itself. “Life itself.” She repeated slowly. “Life, …” her look became distant. “Life, … and death, …” she mused quietly. “That is where we are, …” I was confused. “You and I, … we live somewhere between life and death, … here, but not here.” Her gaze went out the window as if she was mentally flying away. “Apart, …” she whispered. “We are apart from the world. Alone, cut off.”

After a long, uncomfortable pause, her gaze returned to me. “That is why we are together, like this, … aroused, naughty, …” My look told her that I wasn’t getting it. “We love, but are dead. No one else could ever, … get it, get us, be with us, … or us with them. There is no one else to turn to for love. We turn each other on,” her gaze returned to my aching cock. “We turn each other on so much, but can never be with each other, not like that, not ever.”

We shared a long look. Mom smiled gently. “You make my pussy so wet and ready. Do you know that?” Her right hand disappeared into her robe, touching her pussy behind the light fabric.

“Do I?”

Oh yes, Benjy. So wet.” We shared a long look. “Would you like to see?” I nodded slowly. “Yes? Would you like that? Would you like Mommy to drop her robe and show you her naked pussy, all wet and swollen?” I nodded again. “I get excited when I show you my body.” She said again.

I watched her slowly remove the robe and then her hand. Her pussy lips were so swollen and pursed open, exposing her inner labia and clitoris. “Can you see?” she asked. I staggered a bit and sat heavily in a chair and stared, entranced and nodded. “See my naked pussy, sweetheart? See Mommy’s bare pussy? I can see your lovely hard cock. We are so hot for each other, but can never, … can never, …” my eyes came up to hers, she was staring at me with a burning look. ” …fuck!” she said abruptly, sharply. “We can never fuck!” she repeated. “Benjy, you can never fuck me. You can never fuck your own mother.”

She moved over towards me and half sat on the table, staring at my cock. “You can never take this amazing cock, this gorgeous hard, luscious cock and push into my pussy. Spread my lips with its thickness. Fill my vagina with its fullness. You can never ram that beautiful member into me, hard and deep, again and again, over and over, …”

Her eyes came up to mine brimming with tears. “Oh Benjy, as much as I might want you to take me, to make love to me, to fuck me hard and deep, we can never do it.” I was about to faint. I could see stars behind my vision as she teased me, teased us both mercilessly.

She leaned over and her hand slowly reached out and gently cradled my heavy shaft. “I want it.” She whispered, so softly I almost didn’t hear her. “I want it so badly, I want you so badly, but, …” I reached down and gently raised her face to mine and I kissed her mouth softly. Her tears began to flow in earnest. “You would feel so good.” She moaned into my mouth. “You would fill me so good.”

I steeled myself and moved back. We were both about to turn into puddles on the floor. “I love you so much.” I told Escort Bayan her. We exchanged a long look and then I stood, cock right in front of her, turned and headed for the hot tub. She simply sat there and watched me go.

It was still a bit chilly outside, it would warm up nicely later in the day. I moved the lid off the tub and slipped inside. My balls ached. The hot water soothed them shortly. I laid my head back, closed my eyes and replayed everything from last night and this morning. Fuck I wanted her so badly, but she was right; fucking would be so wrong.

I sat there for a long time before I heard the slider open. Mom stepped out onto the back deck, beautifully nude, with her coffee cup in hand. Her perfect breasts swayed enticingly as she approached and I was afforded a gorgeous view of her swollen pussy lips as she got into the tub. She sat opposite me, smiling gently. “Hello, my studly son.”

I smiled back and we sat for a long while, opposite each other, taking in the quiet, the warmth. Our feet had touched when she entered and remained against each other the whole time, but not moving. Now Mom’s toes began to move against me. Our feet began a slow caressing of each other.

Mom finished her coffee and as she set her cup out of the tub her breasts both came into view. They were so lovely, floating gently, full and round. Her nipples were gloriously erect. She turned to face me before they disappeared under the water again, letting me have a long lingering look at them. She extended her hand to me, beckoning me closer. I took her hand and she gently pulled me to her. Her hands moved to my hips and she turned me in the water until my back was to her.

She began to scratch my back under the water. It was heavenly, as always. I floated for a bit in front of her and let her work her nails all over my back and my butt. After a while she worked her hands around me and pulled me into her lap. Her legs were around me, our feet playing gently. Her right hand stroked up to my chest and pulled me back against her breasts. Her left hand stroked my stomach, clear down to the root of my cock, which we both noted was completely hard; of course.

“You and I,” she began, whispering to me, “we are apart from the world. You and I are alone, cut off. From everyone and everything.” She had told me this earlier. I wasn’t sure what she meant, although I sensed validity in her statement. We had lost so much; so much of ourselves. I didn’t think anyone else could really understand how much. Having our family reduced by half, in such a horrific way, had created such a close bond between us remaining 2 that no normal measure of family, familial bonding, maternal bonding, could be used to measure our connection.

In college psychology I had begun to measure the effects of Endorphins and Oxytocin on relationships and human bonding, that closeness and tenderness, created an even greater, more powerful connection, when present. It was a chemical in the body that induced labor or brought in a new mother’s milk after giving birth. The stimulation of the nipples caused a rush of Oxytocin to be released. I wondered if Mom was under the influence of such a powerful drug. My attention to her breasts, and further my suckling of her nipples may have caused even more to be produced in her.

I could feel her soft breasts against my back as I leaned back against her. “You are everything to me now, Benjy.” She whispered directly into my ear.

“Why ‘Benjy’?” I asked her, after considering the name for a bit. Mom remained quiet for a while, considering. I didn’t press, I just waited.

“When you were born, your father and I were still working on a name for you, there were several. My favorite uncle was named Benjamin, he lived in Montana. He had been a cowboy all his life and never married, but I always thought he was so cool. He was really handsome, like you, and was a bit of a tough guy. When I was a little girl though, he was the sweetest man towards me. This huge, tall studly ‘guy’s-guy’ would come and visit and sit on the floor and play with me. We’d play with my dolls and have tea parties, he let me ride around on his back and …” her voice became even more a whisper.

“Late one afternoon we were coming back from seeing a movie and his truck was run off the road by an 18-wheeler. We crashed into a ditch and his truck was stuck, the 18-wheeler just kept going. We were in the middle of nowhere. My leg was badly hurt and I couldn’t walk. Benjamin picked me up and carried me 6 miles to the crossroad where we were picked up and taken to the hospital. I didn’t find out unit later that he was injured by a piece of metal that had stabbed him in the back.”

“He lost so much blood carrying me that 6 miles that he almost died by the time we got to the hospital. I saw his clothes afterwards and they were completely soaked through with blood. I was out of the hospital the next day. Benjamin was in for a week and a half. He never let Bayan Escort on that whole time walking, that he was hurt so bad. He was determined to get me to safety. He was willing to give his life for mine.”

I quietly laid back against her as she silently remembered this man I had never met. “He was the greatest man I ever knew.” She finally continued. “So when Daniel was born I wanted to name him Benjamin. Your father was adamant that he be named after his father. Then you came along.” She kissed the back of my head. “We fought about the name. I was just as adamant as he had been about Daniel. He could tell that I was going to get my way, or else. So, … you’re my Benjamin.” She kissed my head again.

I sat and waited for more info. Mom remained silent. “But, … why ‘Benjy’?” I asked her again.

“Benjamin is a man’s name. A manly man’s name. A perfect name for you. When you were just born though, you were, … so tiny, … so helpless, it didn’t seem to quite fit yet. The very first time I nursed you, you were a Benjy. Unlike your brother, who nursed like he was eating a bowl of cereal, late for school, you were calm, relaxed, unhurried.” She kissed me again. “He would be done in a minute and a half. You would take a half an hour.” She went quiet again for a while.

“I would hold you in my arms, my nipple in your mouth, and you would just look at me, with this happy little face. By 2 months you loved to reach up and hold my entire breast. Just suck me and suck me. I can only admit now, and only to you, that you gave me so many orgasms when you did that.”

“I did?” I asked her.

“Oh yes!” she whispered into my ear, following it with her tongue into my ear. “You would suck my breasts and I would gently stroke my clit and cum like crazy. My little Benjy. You made me cum more than you father did. Your father didn’t ever know about the orgasms, but he was jealous of your time at my tits. I loved to nurse you, sweetheart. Hold you close and let you pleasure my nipples with your lips and tongue.” Another, longer pause then, “Then, … last night, …”

Her left hand began to stroke my stomach again. “Then last night, …” Her fingers found and wrapped around my hard cock. “Your mouth on my nipple last night, … You sucking on me, … Benjy, … I know it made you as excited as it made me. You’re excited right now. Your beautiful, perfect penis is so hard for me right now.” She began to stroke the length. “My sweet Benjy.” She began to move me around again like last night.

She pulled me and turned me in the water until I was laying in her lap again. She gathered me to her, cooing. “Oh Benjy. My sweet baby.” She cradled me in her arms, scooching her breasts up out of the water. I felt like the baby again. “Yes. Just relax, Mommy’s got you, sweetheart, Mommy’s got you.” I felt her tilting my head gently. “C’mere sweet baby. Yeah, that’s my sweet baby. Suck on Mommy, sweetheart.” I reached up and took hold of the soft flesh, taking the erect nipple into my mouth, sucking and licking.

“Mmmmm yes, Benjy. That’s it sweet baby. Suck Mommy’s big tit. Let Mommy play with herself while you suck and lick.” I busied myself with her nipple, squeezing and releasing the soft tissue. “Mmmmmmm, wonderful darling.” I could tell she was working her hand under me in between her legs, playing with herself. Her right hand found my cock again and took a firm hold of it. “Mmmmmm such a manly man. Just like Benjamin. You are so like him; you’re built like him. I bet he was built like you too, with a nice big cock like yours. You have such a magnificent penis Benjy.”

We lay like that for a long time, floating, sucking, stroking. Finally our reverie was broken by Mom’s noisy orgasm. “Oh baby!” she panted. “Oh my sweet Benjy! You’re doing it again!” Our mutual quaking was rippling the water and getting it into my face. I broke away finally. Mom’s nipple was red and distended. “Mmmmmm look at that, you naughty, naughty boy! Mommy’s nipple is all red from your mouth.”

I moved to get out and sit on the edge. “I’m so hot in this water.” My cock was bobbing and weaving as I moved. Mom’s eyes never left it. “Benjy, you naughty, naughty boy!” Mom was eyeing my cock hungrily. “What a perfect cock. You look like you’re ready to cum too.” I nodded and began to stroke it. “No, no, baby! Let Mommy do that.” She moved closer and took my erection into her hand. “Yes! Thick and long and straight, … and hard as a rock!!” her fingers began to stroke up and down.

“You’re making me drool for it, you bad, bad boy! Naughty!” She drooled saliva into her hand and used it to slick my shaft. It felt so smooth slipping in and out of her tight grip. “Mmmm yes! So hard! Ohhhh baby. I would love to suck you so deeply. Take this gorgeous big cock into my soft wet mouth and lick it all over. Let you hold my head and fuck it in and out.” Her eyes flicked up to mine, with a look of burning intensity. She used a milking motion to squeeze out a fat droplet of precum. “Mmmmm.” She moaned leaning in to lick the tip. “I love the taste of you. Your cum must be so tasty, Benjy. I would love to drink it all. If it weren’t so naughty, I would. Take your sweet full load into my mouth and savor the sweetness.”

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Ellen roused to consciousness, in full heat. She became aware, of her surroundings. Sherry was kneeling over her, using the dildo on her. Sherry was quite pleased, by Ellen’s response.

“Good morning, my pretty, little, whore. You opened, so well. It is always like that, when a woman, is properly aroused.”

Sherry, lightly, switched, the globes of Ellen’s, sensitive tits. Sherry spoke, as she amused herself, with her new slave.

“Some women, like yourself, will never be properly aroused, without the pain. Light pain, in the morning, to start the day. Heaver pain, as the day goes on. It’ll become, almost unbearable, in the dark of night. It’s in the dark of the night, that a whore shines.”

Sherry dipped her head, as she nipped, Ellen’s nipples, to erection. Sherry spoke with a smile.

“You’ll shine, for me, tonight.”

Sherry removed the dildo, and licked it clean.

“Go take care of your self. Remove the plug. Clean it, and yourself. Come to me, naked.”

Ellen blushed, as she heard Sherry’s commands. In her sleep, she had forgotten, about the plug in her ass. Suddenly, she could not stop thinking, about the intruding butt plug. She also, could not stop thinking, about her impending violation.

“Walk slowly, across the room. I love to see, your naked ass, as you walk.”

Sherry rolled over, onto her back. She used the dildo, in her cunt, as she watched her naked slave, walk, slowly, across the room. Sherry loved the purple pattern, of bruises, across Ellen’s back, and legs. And, on her ass.

Ellen returned, from the bathroom, with the clean butt plug, in her hand. Sherry took it, from her. She laid Ellen, onto her back, on the bed. Sherry propped Ellen up, so that she could watch, her mistress play. Sherry lubricated, Ellen’s rose bud. She greased up, a thin dildo.

“Ass fucking, is so intense. It hurts, so, bad, when it first goes in.”

Sherry pushed the dildo, into Ellen’s, almost, virgin asshole. Ellen’s eyes flared open, from the shock. Her eyes, filled with tears. Sherry began to fuck, Ellen’s ass.

“When the pain lessens, it turns to, pure, lust.”

Sherry took, Ellen’s hands, and placed them, on the dildo.

“Do it for me. I want to taste your lust, when you kiss me.”

Ellen took the dildo. She fucked herself, for her mistress’s pleasure. Ellen was soon, fucking herself, for her own pleasure. As the pain subsided, it did, indeed, turn to lust. Sherry drank, Ellen’s orgasm, from her mouth. Sherry loved, the tart taste, of unbridled lust.

Ellen’s orgasm, was neither, bridled, nor quiet. Sherry retrieved the dildo, wiped it off, and sat it aside. Sherry lubricated, Ellen’s rose bud, and a, larger, butt plug. Sherry was grinning, with pleasure, as she handed it, to Ellen.

“Put it in, little bitch.”

“Yes ma’am”

There was fear, in Ellen’s eyes. The fear was over shadowed, by Ellen’s excitement, and lust. Ellen placed, the pointed end, of the plug, against her sphincter. She fucked, her ass, with the smooth, slippery, plastic.

Ellen pushed it in, further each time. Ellen pulled it back, when the pain became, too intense. Ellen began to cry, from the pain. She would not stop. Her mistress, had ordered to put it in, and she would, always, obey her mistress’s orders.

Sherry’s eyes, were shinning, with excitement. She, shuddered, when she heard, Ellen’s sharp exclamation, of pain, as the widest part, of the plug, crossed Ellen’s, sphincter muscle. The butt plug slid, the rest of the way in. The pain subsided, as Sherry kissed away, the tears.

Sherry pulled Ellen up.

“Get your, lazy, ass moving. Go wake up my man, his favorite way. Give him your pussy, if he wants it.”

“Yes Mistress”

“After, my men is no longer tense, go fix the coffee.”

“Your man, interests me more, this morning, than the coffee does.”

“You little bitch. I’ll have, your ass.”

Ellen smiled mischievously.

“You already have, mistress”

Ellen dressed herself, in silk stockings, and garters. Ellen straightened, and smoothed her silk stockings. She sat on the chair, and buckled her heel’s, onto her ankles. She stood up, and posed for her mistress.

“I’ll serve your customer, like a whore.”

Ellen walked, from the bedroom, to the den. Ellen felt, so, alive. She was full of life, and energy. Ellen knew, she no longer walked, like a little girl. She no longer felt, like a little girl. Ellen could feel, the invading butt plug, inside of her. It was a constant reminder, of her servitude, and her maturity.

Ellen walked, to the full-length mirror, in the hallway. She paused, to admire herself. The ravishing, young woman, who looked back at her, was like a stranger to her.

Ellen posed for herself, as she slowly turned around. There was nothing immature, about the woman, in the mirror. It was hard for Ellen to accept, the mature young woman, looking back at her, as herself.

The effect, of the large golden loops, in her ears, and the tattoo on her breast, accentuated her maturity. Ellen shuddered Escort with delight, as she thought, to herself, “I’m a woman, for sure. I’m, my mistress’s slave. I’m, her whore.”

Ellen was ecstatic, with life, and lust. She said, to herself, I will please my mistress, by pleasing her man.

Ellen approached the sleeping man, on the couch in the den. She stood before him, looking down, at his sleeping form. She saw him, not as her uncle, but as her mistress’s, customer. Her intent, as she removed the cover, from him, was not to please him, or herself. Her intent, was to please, her mistress.

Ellen’s heart began to race, as her eyes fell, onto the man’s erection. Ellen’s vagina flushed, with moisture, and lust. Ellen began to masturbate, herself, to passion.

Ellen’s body, was filled with lust, and passion. Her body, wanted to fuck. Every nerve in her body, was vibrating, with sexual energy.

Ellen knelt beside, the sleeping customer. As she watched, he turned onto his back. He displayed, his full erection to her, as he slept. Ellen worked her self up, with her hand, while she filled her mouth, with saliva.

Ellen lowered her head. She took to cock, into her mouth. His cock became as wet, and shiny, as her cunt. Ellen sucked him to passion, and wakefulness.

He, instinctively, took her head. He masturbated himself, with her wet, velvet smooth, mouth. His lust, raised. His eye’s, sparkled.

Ellen pulled back, from him. She stood, displaying her full body, to him.

“Do you think, I’m sexy?” Do you like, my tits?”

Ellen smiled coyly.

“Do you want, to fuck me?”

“You fucking, little, whore, get your ass over here. I want a piece of it.”

Ellen approached him, demurely.

“You’re so big, and strong. Please, don’t hurt me. I’m just, a little girl.”

Ellen watched the lust, flair in his eyes, as his erection began to pulse. Ellen knelt, next to him. She spoke, with a whimper.

“I’m, so, naughty. I can’t, help myself.”

She spoke, with a demure voice. Almost, in a whisper.

“I want to be, a good girl. Please make me, good. I want to be, so, good, for you.”

She spoke, pleadingly, as she lay across, his lap.

“Please.”

Jim grinned, as he spanked her. Ellen loved the sensations, from the fresh pain, of his spanking hand. She felt, the dull pain, of her bruises. Ellen’s lust, was raging. Her cunt was open, and wet. She wanted to please him, for her mistress.

Her vagina, wanted the erection, for it’s own pleasure. It was as if, her vagina, was a separate person, living with her. Ellen knew in her heart, that her vagina, would have command her, to fuck Jim, even if her mistress, had not.

Ellen knew, that she was a slave, to them both. She reveled, in her servitude. She was a willing slave, to her mistress, and to her own lusts. Ellen rose up, to her knees. She straddled, her aroused customer. She, slowly, settled down, onto his erection.

Ellen’s vagina, took the erection, easily. It filled her fuller, than it had last night. She could feel the pressure, on the erection, from the wide butt plug, firmly in her ass. With both, solid intrusions, Ellen was full. Ellen smiled, thinking the only thing better, would be, two erections in her.

She blushed, at the thought, of two men fucking her, at the same time. The idea, set her on fire. She no longer thought, like a little girl. She did not feel, like a little girl. The raging lust that drove her, was not the curious lust, of a girl. Her lust was full, and deep. Ellen fucked, like the young woman, she had become.

Ellen fucked her customer, like a pro. Ellen could feel, Jim’s erection, swelling, for his orgasm. A sense of disappointment, crossed her mind. Ellen, was raging. She knew it would be over, before she reached her climax. She did not let her customer know, of her frustration.

She fucked him, to completion. Just before, he reached his climax, he, roughly, rolled her over, onto her back. He fucked her hard, and deep.

His lust, was for himself. The writhing woman below him, was just a cunt, to ejaculate in. He slammed himself, into her. Jim’s erection, became his weapon, of domination. Ellen loved the, rough, raw, sex. She wanted to fuck, forever. He wanted to feel her, tight, vagina around his cock, as he came.

His orgasm was intense, and full. He flooded her, with his semen, and his lust. Jim’s orgasm, was for him, and him, alone. Ellen slipped off, his softening erection, and cleaned it, with her mouth. Jim was satisfied. Ellen was not.

Ellen smiled, as she thought; My mistress, will satisfy me soon. Ellen remembered, her mistress’s orders. She removed her heel’s and stockings, before she went to the kitchen. She was naked, for her mistress, as she made the coffee.

Ellen couldn’t, keep her hand, out of her, wet, vagina. She worked, as a domestic servant. As she worked, at her menial chores, she managed to get herself, a small orgasm.

Her small orgasm, calmed her a little. It did not calm, the raging lust in her vagina. Ellen Escort Bayan returned to the den, as the coffee brewed. Jim was, no longer, in the room. Ellen looked at the mess. She began to clean, and straighten the room. She continued neatening. As she worked, she found herself, in the doorway, of the master bedroom.

Jim was on top, of Sherry. He was fucking her, with the passion, Ellen had wanted. Ellen’s attention, was on her mistress. Sherry was in, the throes of passion. Ellen watched, her mistress’s lust, and passion, rise to fruition. Ellen thought to herself, She is, so, beautiful.

Ellen’s passion rose, with her mistress’s passion. Sherry’s passion, was raised, by her husband’s erection. Ellen’s passion, was raised with her hand. Sherry’s lust, excited Ellen.

Ellen was sure, her lust for Sherry, was not because she was a lesbian. Ellen’s lust for Sherry, came from, her enslavement, by her mistress. Ellen knew in her heart, she was a slave. Even the thought, sent shivers of excitement, through her body, and her mind.

Ellen saw, her mistress glowing, as Jim left her, to go into the bathroom. Sherry called Ellen, to her, with her eyes. Ellen knew, her place,. She was happy to kneel, between her mistress legs. The, heady, aroma of sex, filled the bed. Ellen’s lust, filled her vagina, with juices, as Ellen filled her mouth, with her mistress’s juices, mingled with fresh semen.

Ellen loved the taste, of semen, mixed with the taste, of an aroused woman. Sherry accepted Ellen’s services, as a pleasure slave. Sherry used her slave, to finish what Jim, had started. Sherry was sure, it was time, to change men. Sherry changed husbands, like dresses. Every season, brought a new style.

Sherry was bored, with him. His rough passion, had excited her, at first. It was losing, its effect on her, quickly. Sherry filled Ellen’s mouth, with her passion. Sherry grinned down at Ellen.

“Is my slave, horny?”

Ellen bowed, her head.

“Yes mistress.”

Ellen looked up at her mistress, with pleading eyes.

“I’m so horny, I want to rape someone. Anyone.”

Ellen lowered her head.

“Anyone my mistress, gives me.”

“First coffee. Lust, like good coffee, must brew awhile, or it will be weak, and tasteless. Watered down sex, is nasty. I’ll have, none of it. I will have you. Hot, wet, and obedient. Go serve coffee, on the patio

“Yes mistress.”

Ellen left, the bedroom, to serve coffee, and her mistress, on the patio. Ellen waited for her mistress. Ellen was masturbating, as she waited.

Ellen had just finished a small orgasm, when Sherry arrived, with her man, in tow. Jim’s eyes, and attention, were not on Sherry. He thought, only, of the slave, that served his wife.

Ellen served the coffee, and pastries. Ellen made sure, she posed herself, at all times. Ellen moved within Jim’s reach, at regular intervals. She suffered his crude groping, with smiles. Ellen was dripping with lust, not from Jim’s, rough, handling, and leering gaze. What excited Ellen, was her servitude, to her mistress.

When they were finished, Sherry kissed her man.

“Go have fun today. After the game, go to the whore house, and deposit your lust, in one, or more, of the whores.”

Sherry looked at Ellen, and commanded.

“Turn around. Bend over. Show your uncle, your new toy.”

Ellen bent, in her servitude. Ellen’s face was bright red, as she spread, her ass cheeks. She displayed, the butt plug, in her ass, for her uncles view.”

“A young woman’s first ass fucking, should be long, and slow. It must last long enough, to justify the pain. I will not have, my new slave, turned off, by ass fucking.”

Jim got up. He kissed Sherry, briefly. He inquired, as he leered at Ellen’s display.

“When, should I return?”

“Around 10:00, will be fine.”

Jim stepped up to Ellen. He pulled her up, roughly. He turned her around. He kissed her, lewdly.

“I’ll be back, for that virgin ass. I’ll fuck, your sweet cunt, till you can’t walk. Then, I’ll turn you over, and fill your virgin ass, with my cum.”

Ellen shivered, at the crude words. Ellen felt, like a slut.

“I serve my mistress. You can have my ass, if she gives it to you. If she doesn’t, you’ll have to jack off.”

Jim snarled.

“Fucking bitch, you’ll give my your ass tonight, or I’ll take it. If your mistress doesn’t like it, I’ll butt fuck, both of you.”

Jim stormed out of the house, in a rage, slamming the door behind him.

Sherry was amused.

“Just think of him, as a useful dildo. I do.”

Sherry, and her slave, retired, to the walk-in bathtub. Ellen served her mistress, well. Sherry accepted, her slave’s ministrations. She returned Ellen’s kisses, with spanks, and lashes. Ellen, was on fire. She was whimpering, with need. Sherry loved, to see the lust, in her slaves’ eyes.

Sherry was in love, with Ellen’s pleadings. Sherry took her, to the bedroom. She threw the naked slave, onto the bed. Sherry’s eyes were narrowed, with lust, and excitement. Bayan Escort She spoke, with her whip in her hand.

“Beg, bitch. Tell me, of your need. Beg like a slut, in heat.”

Sherry methodically, beat her slave, as she stroked, her own cunt. Ellen was wailing, and pleading.

“Please, I need it so. Beat my ass. Fuck me. Please.”

Sherry was furious, as she screamed at her slave, punctuating her words with the whip.

“I don’t want to hear, a little girl beg. I don’t want to hear, a woman beg. I want to hear, a slut beg. I want to hear, slutty, words, coming out of your, slutty, mouth, like the juice falls out of, your slutty cunt.”

Ellen let go of, any nice girl, that was inside of her. She had always acted like a slut, in her fantasies. She had never had the courage, to act like a slut, in the real world. The words, coming out of her, slutty, mouth, raped the ‘nice little girl,’ inside of her.

Ellen became the slut ,of her fantasies, as she begged, for her mistress.

“Fuck me, mistress. Fuck me, in my mouth. Fuck my, wet, cunt. Fuck my, little asshole. Make me cum. I’m as hot, as a street whore. I fucking want, a fucking cock, in my fucking cunt. Make my hot pussy, hotter.”

Ellen was sparkling. Her eyes were alive with lust, and longing, for her mistress.

“Please, fuck your, dirty, whore. I’ll suck, your cunt. I’ll lick, your shoes. I’ll peddle my ass, on the street. Just, fuck me. My cunt is, hot. I want to be fucked, right now. Any way, you want to fuck me. Make my pussy drip, like a whore, who loves her work.”

Sherry was pleased, with her niece’s education. Sherry lay down on the bed ,spreading her legs.

“Make me cum, and I’ll let you jack off, for me.”

Ellen went about her task, with enthusiasm, and Sherry’s dildo. Ellen lost none, of her slutty ways, nor did she stop, giving her mistress slutty words.

“I love your cunt, mistress. The smell, drives me crazy. I love, the feel of it. I love, the taste of it. I love to feel, my mouth, fill with your cum. My pussy drips, for you.”

Ellen sank her face, into the depths, of Sherry’s, open, wet, cunt. She was, eating her. She was, sucking her. Ellen was beaming, inside, as her mistress spasmed, with her orgasm. Ellen wanted, so much, to please her.

“I want to watch, you cum.”

Ellen began a dance of lust, for her mistress. She was on her knees, with her legs spread, apart. Ellen swayed ,to the music, in her head. She made love, to her mistress, with her eyes. Ellen began to rise up, to her orgasm. She was, so, hot, it took no time, at all. Ellen’s nostrils, flared, as her hands, moved faster.

“Please, fuck me. I want your mouth, and your hands on me. Please, use me. I want to fuck, for you. I’ll fuck anyone, for you. Please. I need more. My hands, are not enough.”

Sherry threw the dildo, to Ellen.

“Amuse me.”

Ellen grinned, as she picked up, he shiny wet dildo. She pushed it, into her, open, vagina. Ellen used the dildo, on herself, for her mistress’ pleasure, and for her, own lust.

“I love to fuck. I love to fuck, for you. I’m such, a slut. My pussy drips, for you.”

Ellen moved closer, to Sherry.

“I’m so naughty. I need, a spanking. It would make me, so, good.”

Ellen plead, with her mistress. She plead, with her eyes, and her mouth.

“Please, make me good. I’ll cum so hard, for you. Please.”

Sherry used her whip, on Ellen’s, bare, ass. Sherry punished her, in earnest. Ellen began, to moan. The pain brought on her orgasm, in shuddering waves. She shouted out, to her mistress, as she came.

“I’m coming. I’m coming, for you. My pussy, is yours. My pleasure, is for you.”

Ellen fell back, unable to hold herself up, any longer. She made sure, she was properly displayed, for her mistress. Ellen shook, with waves of pleasure. Ellen’s gaze was fixed, on her mistress, as she convulsed, and writhed. Ellen’s words, were almost unintelligible.

“It’s for you, mistress, my cum, is for you.”

Sherry said wickedly, “Not good enough, bitch. I’ll make, you cum.” Sherry rose up, onto her knees. She used her whip, on Ellen’s tits. She spoke, sternly.

“Use that dildo, like a horny man. Rape yourself, for me. Make it hurt.”

Ellen used the dildo, like Jim had used his cock, on her, last night. Ellen loved the pain, of her violent rape, of herself. She was screaming out her pleasure, in sounds, and moans. The only words, she used, were her vulgar commands, to herself.

“Harder, bitch. Do it harder. Fucking slut. Whore. Bitch.”

Ellen obeyed, her own commands. Ellen lost all sense of time, and circumstances, as she made a show, for her mistress. Ellen’s orgasm peaked, with convulsions, of lust. Before she could take her after glow, Sherry spoke.

“Get your, dirty, mouth, on my cunt. Suck me dry. Make me cum.

“Yes mistress. I love, to bring you pleasure.”

Sherry accepted Ellen’s devotion, and her, busy, tongue.

“So do I, woman. So do I.”

Sherry spent the day, playing with her new slave. Sherry took Ellen to her room. She spent the morning, playing dolls. Ellen was the doll. Sherry dressed Ellen, and undressed her. Sherry made Ellen, service her, in many different outfits. Sherry kept Ellen, in a constant state, of arousal.

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My name is Raymond, Ray to my friends, and I am ashamed to admit, Nancy to my Aunt Caroline. We’ll get to that later. I’m twenty-nine years old in reasonable good shape. My story starts about ten years ago when I was just nineteen. It was the day after my birthday, so it’s easy to remember. Mom, dad, my sister Amy and I were up early. My Aunt Caroline was moving in with us. We had a big house, and after her divorce my mom invited her to live with us, at least for a while. I gave her my room which had its own bath and shower, and I moved into the remodeled attic, which I preferred anyway. It had an outside stairway so I wouldn’t bother anyone coming and going.

Dad and I moved several cardboard boxes in the attic for storage and a couple of rolling racks of garment bags of Aunt Caroline’s, which wouldn’t be in my way.

I should mention that Aunt Caroline is in her mid fifties, a few years older than mom is. Our whole family, me included have the dinner table curse as my mom calls it. Just a few pounds here and there.

That first week was a little hectic Escort but things eventually settled down to a routine, or so I thought. I came home late one evening after stopping for a burger and I made it all the way to my little attic apartment. Well, not quite. I was walking down the short hallway when I stumbled on a box. Burger went one way, French fries another and me on top of the box. I managed to hang onto the vanilla shake. Before I got up I promised my self to turn the lights on after that. I looked down at the box; it was one of Aunt Caroline’s.

It was full of lingerie. Not the kind that you would expect a middle aged woman to have. I looked as best I could while I cleaned up my burger and fries. Lots of fancy undies, lacy and sexy. I shoved the box out of the way and went in to eat my dinner. I really wanted to look more, I mean I was a nineteen your old boy after all, but I certainly didn’t want to get caught snooping.

The next morning I was up early. Not because of anything I needed to do, but because of the noise. I carefully opened my Escort Bayan apartment door and saw Aunt Caroline trying to move several of her boxes that dad and I moved there.

“Oh Raymond. Please excuse a clumsy old lady. I’m looking for something and these boxes didn’t seem so heavy when I packed them.” Aunt Caroline said standing up.

“Let me help.” I said.

“This box I think.” Aunt Caroline said. Would you mind putting bit on your couch so I can sit while I’m looking?”

I moved the box the few steps into my apartment, and started making a pot of coffee. When I looked back, Aunt Caroline had panties and bras stacked up all over my couch.

“Find what you’re looking for?” I asked, my words coming out in a rush.

Aunt Caroline held up a pair of what appeared to be dark green panties and a matching bra. I took a quick look and went back to making coffee.

“Oh Raymond. Did I embarrass you?” Aunt Caroline said. “Come here and sit by me for a minute.”

I did sit next to her. Very uncomfortably I might add.

“Raymond, Bayan Escort I might be old, but I’m not dead. I still enjoy sex, especially with younger men. Dressing up is a part of the experience.” Aunt Caroline said, placing the bra and panties she had been searching for in my lap.

I couldn’t help myself. The extremely soft material just found it’s way into my fingers. The material was so soft and sensual. I looked back at Aunt Caroline who was sitting there smiling. “Like how they feel?” She asked.

“Yes.” I stuttered.

“It’s alright Raymond. They won’t bite.” Aunt Caroline said. Although I might. She added with a smile.

I stood up and let the bra and panties fall onto the floor.

“Relax Raymond. You’re family. I’m not that kinky yet,” Aunt Caroline said.

I helped her put everything back into the box and carried it back to where it was stored. Back in my apartment I poured another cup of coffee and sat down. I reached for the TV remote and instead felt something soft. Aunt Caroline left another pair of panties, on purpose I guessed. Two shades of pink, lace trim and practically transparent they were so thin. I don’t know how she managed it, and I never did find out, but there was a small note, hand written under the panties.

‘Just For You’ the note said.

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Hi since this is my first submission so I’m pretty much excited & I tell you all that it is not a fake story. This is my personal experience & I want to share it with you.

Before proceeding I tell you that I’m really a great sex lover & I can have sex with anyone.

This happen with me two months ago & it changed my life completely.

So it was a nice day in morning but till noon it started raining, my mother was out for shopping so I was worried about her that she may get soaked. Two hours have passed and she has not come back home yet but after one more hour she at last came back. I opened the door & as I expected she was all wet from up to down.

I let her in; her t-shirt was sticking to her breast so her breast curves were clearly visible. I had a strange tickling in my dick and it was erect. I was too much excited I had a feeling that I should lick her mountains and sweet grapes of her breast.

I was so lost in her breast’s that I couldn’t hear her calling my name. She finally shook me and asked me to bring her towel and her gown to bathroom. And she took off her t-shirt in front of me; her blue bra was amazing I was once more light struck. Her lemons were making me crazy. (I tell you all that my mom is very bold she never hesitated in roaming in bra in front of our family & sometimes in her favorite bikini. I also tell you that she has got the gorgeous figure, Escort an ideal one i.e. 36-26-36. She has maintained her figure at the age of 35, that’s great of her, she is also very much fashion conscious and always love wearing dresses in fashion like jeans, t-shirt.)

I took her towel and gown to bathroom. I give them to her and went to back of our bathroom where a small window is and I peeped in. She was taking shower; I was tickled to see her nude. I saw every part of her body, she was looking awesome. I was surprised to see her shaved pussy and the thing of her which excited me most were her big breasts I wanted to touch them with my lips and tongue. She was looking sex goddess.

She saw me suddenly & called my name but I didn’t replied and ran directly to my room and locked my door. I was in a fear that what will happen. Since my dad was not at home so I was little relief but was afraid of my moms yelling.

After some hour I come out of my room and took my dinner & without looking at her I went back to my room. After few minutes my mom came to my room and I was afraid and was sure that she will shout at me but instead she smiled and asked that what I was doing at back of bathroom. I hesitated but after collecting all my might, I slowly told her.

I told her that I was there to see her bathing; I was sexually exited so I was unable to resist me. She sat there quietly Escort Bayan for few minutes, and then asked me to bring a glass of water for her. I went noiselessly to the kitchen.

When I come back I was shocked. She was lying on my bed in bikini, blue, with her one hand inside her panty and one in her mouth. I closed the door with a noise; she sat up & gave me a sexy smile. Then she came towards me and by pulling me asked, “son do you want to play with my body. If yes then have it.”

I ran towards her and pushed her to my bed. I stared kissing all over her face and gave her a long mouth kiss. I then slid to her breasts and thrown off her bra in a moment. I started licking black grapes of her breast; she was curving her body and enjoying every lick of mine. I licked her breast for at least 15 min. then I slid to her stomach and then to her pussy I took off her panty and started licking her thighs lips.

Her pussy’s taste was awesome. Her cry of sex was loud and with every lick of mine her cry was becoming louder. She kept on saying,” fuck me baby; fuck me as hard as you can”. I licked her pussy, her ass & ass hole. They were looking like a treat to me.

Then after half hour she raised me she wowed about its dimensions and started playing with it with her tongue and hands. I was jumped with tickle in it. Since it was for the first time I was having sex so Bayan Escort it was a pleasurable event for me. She licked it very hard and I was enjoying this fucking very much. She started to and fro motion with her mouth and kept on doing it I was coming with a great force I loaded her mouth with the sperm.

It was for the first time that this much amount of lava had come out. I was agitated too much and then I forced her to lie on my bed and inserted my penis into her butt, it was great to do so, I pushed very hard. We both were in sweat; even AC was unable to cool us. I exploded once more into her ass hole. Then I moved to her pussy I was enchanted to see it. I tried to insert my dick in it but it was very tight than ass hole I asked her the reason wheezing. She told that she had operated her pussy to make it brand new. I then pushed my dick into her pussy very hard, she also helped me to do it. Then after a struggle I was successful.

I thrusted her pussy very quickly, her cry of pleasure and pain grew louder and louder. She was joyful in every push of mine. After a long hard work I exploded into her pussy. The quantity of sperm was even more than my first explosion; I could feel it.

After this great sex work we kept laying on my bed for an hour. After collecting our breath we moved together to bathroom for shower, there we bathed together and kept playing with each other sexual organs.

From that day, when we both are alone at home we get undressed and do all our works naked. We always take shower together and save time to do sex.

It was the beautiful experience of my life which has changed my life.

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“Warning, this title contains the following: explicit sex, graphic language, and some violent situations. In addition, all characters in any sexually explicit conduct are over the age of eighteen (18) years at the time this story was written.”

CH02 C’est la vie

My new Stepmom or Mom was only fifteen years older than me. She had a firm, sexy body and shoulder length blond hair.

Stepmom was not only beautiful, but outgoing, too. She was the type of woman that could immediately enthrall anyone with her highly addictive, sweet smile, and sparkling green eyes. ‘Chauncey’ Olcott probably knew someone like Mom when he wrote “When Irish Eyes Are Smiling.”

Living with a Mom whose green eyes were practiced at tantalizing any creature that came into contact with her and who had a body that would ensure the promise of the total fulfillment of your most erotic dreams – was very, very special. Sis and I were the envy of all our friends, neighbors, teachers…

Sis often told me that Mom had advised her that sex appeal starts with the little things….that it took little effort to adjust her appearance for everyday errand running.

Stepmom went onto explain that a woman doesn’t need to spend hours in front of the mirror or invest in pricey clothes just to look good. It was only necessary to wear clothes that made you feel confident and attractive – clothes that accentuated the best parts of your body.

Mom practiced what she preached. She often ran around in our house in a pair of tight short shorts and a t-shirt that fit a little too tight. Her firm, round boobs and ass were accentuated to the n’th degree.

Although Mom usually wore a bra, there were occasions when she didn’t. It was a real turn on to be talking to Mom and see her nipples harden, as she stood right next to you, looking into your eyes. Sis even experienced that!

I am sure Mom knew she gave my male friends hard-ons. If their shirts were tucked in before entering our house, they weren’t went they left.

My buddies often commented that they wished they could have a Mom that looked like her. I often wondered if their Moms ever derived that, there was always more cum on their son’s sheets the morning after visiting my house…

Eventually, Sis and I put two and two together. We began noticing that most of Mom’s provocative behavior occurred when Dad wasn’t around.

Dad worked a lot and was often away on extended business trips, leaving the three of us alone for several days at a time. During these timeframes, Mom’s interest in jogging on the beach usually peaked. She would often be gone for hours…

Since Stepmom treated Sis and I like royalty, we would never even dream about talking to Dad about her curious behavior. We really liked our vivacious Stepmom.

Last but not least, although Dad and my ‘new’ Mom had only been married for a couple of years, they seemed to have a respect for each other that was very deep. My Dad and my ‘real’ Mom didn’t have that. They fought a lot.

I remember one day, my parents had been arguing for several hours about Dad going out with his friends. Mom just wanted him to stay home…

Eventually, Mom retreated to their bedroom, after yelling at Dad, him and accusing him of not caring about us. Dad got more and more angry, yelling at her, “Shut the fuck up or I will give you something to squeal about!”

Mom continued yelling, taunting him, saying he wouldn’t dare. When she added that she would kick him in the balls if he tried, Dad went off.

“Try it! C’mon, try it. Damn bitch!”

We then heard a commotion and then Dad yelling out, “You’re gonna get it now!”

When we heard Mom start to cry, I got up to go to her, but Sis grabbed my arm. She shook her head ‘no’ when I looked at her.

Dad hollered out again, “Not so smart…. What? I can’t hear you with my big cock in your big, fat mouth.”

I hung my head in shame because I knew my Dad was abusing my Mom, and I did not want Sis to think that I was like that or would be like that, too. Sis knew what I was thinking and patted my hand.

“On your belly. Spread’em! Wider!”

Seconds later, we heard Mom shriek, “Ooohhh! Goddd! More lube you jerk!”

“Fuck you! I’ll teach you to fuckin’ yell at me. I’m gonna fuck the shit out of your flabby ass! And, you better not get any on my cock!”

First, Sis and I just heard their antique bed violently creaking. However, as Dad got into it, we also heard the loud plop, plop sound of his hips slamming into Mom’s soft, ample ass.

I got hard. I Escort couldn’t help it. I hoped Sis wouldn’t notice.

My parents forced anal copulation did not last long. After just a few minutes, which felt like hours, Dad let loose an uncontrolled roar and then everything was quiet.

Dad took a shower, locked the bedroom door, and left about thirty minutes later. He never commented about what had happened and we never asked.

After throwing their soiled bed sheets into the trash, Mom left an hour later. Unlike Dad, she never came back.

Experiences like this made Sis and I close. We had no one else to turn to.

Another day I’ll never forget was when Dad came kind of close to catching onto Stepmom. Ultimately, it was really no contest. Stepmom was way too clever and she had too many weapons.

Dad and Mom didn’t realize I was standing next to the kitchen doorway, so I heard and saw a lot. My ‘new’ parent’s interactions were important to me – and I was nosey. I had no guilt whatsoever – eavesdropping.

“Darling, don’t you think those jogging shorts are a little revealing?”

Mom’s camel toe was very prominent today. She had never dressed like that when Dad was around. Mom was getting either careless or hornier, I sarcastically thought.

Mom looked back at Dad boldly as she poured her coffee, smiled, and erotically wiggled her butt. Wow! I had never seen Mom do that. This was great I thought.

“Honey! Seriously! I mean the kids…what if they start getting ideas?”

“I’m their Mother, for goodness sake!” Mom said with a laugh. “They might want to have sex with kids their own age, but they’d never look at me that way.”

“Yeah right!” I thought. Sis and I could not keep our eyes off Mom’s camel toe, when she wore her snug jogging shorts.

In fact, Sis and I talked about it at length. For example, we could tell: when Mom’s genitals were swollen; that Mom shaved because pubic hair would have masked the underlying shape of her labia; and, that Mom most likely bought shorts that highlighted the outline of her genitalia. Last, and most importantly – we knew that Mom knew we knew these things.

Mom walked over to Dad, leaned down, and sexily kissed his cheek. “I thought I’d wear them for you,” she murmured in his ear. “To give you something to think about while you’re at work… I really enjoyed making love last night and I want you to do it, again, tonight…in bed…with lots of lube…but in my tight, little ass!”

As Mom spoke, I couldn’t help thinking about my hard cock being in Mom’s sexy mouth as I watched her lips move. I imagined seeing her lips wrapped around my cock…her cheeks concave…as she sucked my cock.

“Wow. That’s hot!” Dad said startling me out of my fantasy. Then he smiled, stood up, and slid his hands around Mom’s hips to cup her ass cheeks. I was sooo jealous watching him knead her silky, soft cheeks with his fingers as he kissed her good bye.

“It’s a date, then,” Mom said as Dad let her go with obvious reluctance and headed out the door. I knew and Mom certainly did, too, that Dad would be too exhausted, when he returned home.

I also knew or suspected – at the very least, that Mom had worn those shorts, specifically, to arouse someone other than Dad. Someone she would probably hook-up with somewhere on the jogging trails.

Sis and I had no allusions about Mom’s winsome personality. We knew she was not the moral equivalent of ‘The Flying Nun’.

Sis and I actually got a firsthand view one day of Mom’s sexuality in action. We were looking for our own secluded spot down the beach, when we heard voices nearby.

As we quietly and cautiously approached the voices, we saw a naked, black kid squatting down over something. We stopped, watched, and listened, before deciding it was safe to inch closer.

When we were about fifteen yards away, we crouched behind some thick shrubs and trees. We had an excellent view from our vantage point.

I also had an excellent view of Sis’s voluptuous breasts. She was wearing a golf shirt that wasn’t buttoned, so whenever she bent forward… the cleavage shots were magnificent.

Sis was also wearing the kind of shorts that revealed lots of her smooth, tan legs. Damn she was hot!

Putting my lust for Sis aside for a minute, I watched the black kid. He was humping a white woman. She was on all fours, head down, and ass up.

As more and more of the black kid’s long, black cock penetrated her, she would erotically twist and turn her hips, trying desperately to take more of his black Escort Bayan cock into her white behind. It appeared she loved to get fucked.

I won’t forget how she repeated, over and over, “Oh, baby fuck me. I need your big, black cock in me…all the way. Fuck me good. Breed me!”

Sis and I could hear her sigh and moan as she reaped the benefits of her encouragement. The black kid was really going to town on her pussy. Soon, he began chanting, too.

“Gonna cum…gonna cum in your pussy…”

As they increased their frantic fucking pace, Sis and I couldn’t help discretely rubbing our own genitals. It was extremely stimulating to see the white and black bodies passionately slapping and slamming against each other.

The harder the black kid pounded his loins into the white woman, the more she urged him to cum in her. Check that, the more she groveled.

“Oh god …I love your cock…love the way it fucks me…so deep in my pussy…I want your cum, baby…want to feel it shooting into my belly… Oh yeah! That’s it…fuck me…fuck me…harder…ooohhh…I want to feel your hot cum inside me. Yes, yes, baby, do it. Fill me up. I want your cum in my hot pussy!”

Although the white woman’s passionate voice sounded somewhat familiar, Sis and I were too engaged with the physical action unfolding in front of us to dwell on it. The black kid was making his final, hard thrusts into the white woman’s pussy!

After several long minutes of constant in and out thrusting, we saw the black kid’s ass cheeks finally start flexing. You didn’t have to be a rocket scientist to know that he was unloading his cum, deep into the white woman’s hot pussy.

“That’s right…squeeze it hard. Milk that cum out of me.”

The white woman squeaked, “Yes, yes. Can you feel it?” I’m cumming, too!”

After the black kid finished ejaculating, we heard a loud pop as he abruptly pulled out of the white woman’s pussy. He then straddled his latest conquest and beat his chest as his still erect, black cock glistened in the sunshine.

“Gots to save some. I’m gonna fuck your pussy, again, lady.”

When the white woman turned her head back to look at him, our mouths dropped open. Mom’s beautiful white face was flushed in passion. She was panting, too. We could immediately tell that Mom had had some powerful orgasms.

As we continued to watch like immobilized crash test dummies, Mom turned over on her back and spread her thighs like a common whore. It was as if she wanted Sis and me to see the river of white cum dribbling out of her stretched, pink pussy.

As Mom lay there, Sis and I watched her full, tan breasts rise and fall with each deep breath. Mom looked so sexy that it was almost sinful.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, another black kid walks over to Mom. His big, black erection bobbed and swayed as he knelt down between Mom’s wide-open legs.

Mom pulled her legs all the way back, so that her knees were almost on her shoulders, reached down, and placed his huge, black head between her pussy lips, before guiding into her freshly fucked pussy. Obviously, Mom wanted that thick cock deep inside her, too.

As the kid shoved forward, we heard Mom gasp. She had gotten her wish.

Unbelievably, Mom started fucking first. She thrust back and forth – hard, too!

The black kid was soon thrusting his hips into Mom, driving his big cock deep into her abdomen. Their loins loudly smacked and slapped together as they passionately fucked.

Mom even began kissing him! To top it all off, she concluded their kissing by sucking on his tongue and lips like a mad woman.

I was throbbing hard. The way Mom was responding…the way she was being fucked…was far more stimulating and raw than any porn movie.

Apparently, Sis thought so, too. She looked at me with widened eyes.

We could tell Mom was quickly building to another fantastic orgasm. Her hips were rapidly rising and falling as the black kid drove in and out of her. However, the black kid came first.

He began wildly thrusting faster and harder, and then began moaning, “Oh yeah! Oh yeah! I am gonna cum in your hot pussy, lady.”

With a hard inward thrust, he completely embedded his huge cock inside Mom’s loins and then froze tightly against her as his black balls released torrents of hot semen deep into her belly. Mom sighed, and cooed as her body twitched in ecstasy.

Mom lay there for a couple minutes and told them both that they had given her the best fucking she’d ever had…she loved it…they made her feel like Bayan Escort a woman again. Sis and I were stunned when we heard Mom disclose her intimacies to these strange kids.

Mom then said she had to pee. She got up, walked a couple of yards further away from Sis and me, and squatted down on her haunches. I had never seen a woman piss before…

Mom began pissing like a racehorse! I was amazed how strong her flow was…

As Mom was finishing, the first black kid walked over and stood before her. His huge black cock was fully erect, again. Mom reached out with her hand and just played with it for a while, checking it out as if it was the first cock she’d ever seen.

Impatient, the kid pushed his hips forward. Mom smiled, opened her mouth, and guided his cock all the way into her mouth! The entire black cock disappeared into her mouth, making her neck bulge. It was so stimulating watching Mom deep-throat his cock that I almost came.

It did not take the other black kid long to realize what he was missing. He quickly made his cock available and Mom took turns sucking their huge, black erections as she casually rubbed her clit.

After several minutes, Mom told the boys that they were now hard enough to ass-fuck her. They looked at each other, smiling like Cheshire cats. I couldn’t believe Mom wanted them to stick those oversized cocks up her ass.

Mom then went to retrieve a small bottle of baby oil from her running shorts. She bent all the over in front of Sis and me and she reached into short’s pocket. Her diamond puckered, pink star looked so sexy; I wanted to jump out of the bushes and fuck it myself!

After Mom lubed their hard cocks, she spread her legs, bent all the way over with her palms flat on the ground to maintain her balance, and then pushed her sexy, smooth ass back towards them. How I would love to smother my face in that sweet ass I thought!

As soon as I had thought that, I felt Sis’s eyes on me. Sis had caught me lusting after Mom’s ass.

It was my turn to look like the cat, who had just eaten the canary – or Mom’s ass. I forced myself to look at Sis.

Yup. Sis knew what had just crossed my mind. She let me know, too, by pointing her finger at me and then wiggling it sideways – as if warning me to stop.

Mom did not even try to suppress her loud moans as the first black cock worked its way into her asshole. She panted loudly; as though she was trying to push out a gigantic, you know what.

The kid halted halfway inside Mom’s ass and rested a moment. Mom seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and then quickly repositioned herself. Moments later, the big, black cock was battering its way deep into her rectum.

Later on, the black kids took turns rotating their hard cocks between Mom’s ass and mouth. Mom didn’t seem to mind sucking cocks that had just been in her ass. She must keep herself very clean I thought.

Mom ratcheted up the intensity when she simultaneously pulled the butt cheeks of the black kid in front of her forward as she pushed back on the engorged, black cock pummeling her white ass. Mom’s eyes bulged as she forced one cock all the way down her throat and other all the way up her ass.

When Mom started to gag, the black kid tried to pull back, but Mom just pulled him back into her mouth. There was a method to her madness.

From our vantage point, it soon became quite clear that Mom’s choking was causing her body to heave and her ass to bounce up and down on the other cock that had impaled her. Mom was using her orifices to fuck them! This was unbelievable!

After the kid had fucked Mom’s throat for a few minutes, Mom appeared to notice multiple ribbons of spit, stretching from her mouth to his cock. She took his cock completely out of her mouth, licked her lips, and then rubbed his wet cock over her face.

There was no doubt in my mind, that my Mom was a bona fide cock whore! In addition, I do believe Sis and I were somewhat jealous of Mom’s lust and that she was freely sharing it with these strangers. We wanted her to want us like that, too!

Nevertheless, Sis and I understood high-fives were necessary in this situation and had no problem, when the two homies joyously expressed themselves in-between gasps from exertion. We would have done the same.

Although Sis and I continued to watch the tableau and listen to Mom’s groans of pleasure, as she was butt-fucked and face-fucked silly a few yards away from her step-kids, our initial excitement was starting to wane as the seconds turned into long minutes.

Sis and I must have internally acknowledged, about the same time, that Stepmom’s mini-orgy was going to continue for a while, because we began alternating furtive glances at each other. As our glances became more frequent, they slowly turned to longing looks.

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I truly appreciate those who have supported this series and your feedback and your favoriting the story. Sorry, I haven’t been able to write more and conclude the story. It’s been six months since I released anything. Here is another chapter that I hope you will enjoy. Personally, I can’t wait for the day that I am able to finish this. I can’t wait for readers to be able to read the full story from beginning to end.

Thank You to those who have appreciated and tolerated the twists and turns. Thank You to those who have encouraged me and lit my fire to continue. Thanks for the suggestions and ideas, even if I don’t implement some of them. Just in general, I’d like to thank those who have read this story – Peace Out!

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Startled awake, I heard the unique sound of a cell phone ringtone going off in the distance. The ringtone belonged to Ash’s phone. Her movement might have been what had awoken me. As she moved forward and lifted the covers, I could feel a very cold draft invade the space.

“God, it’s freezing in here. What time is it?… What fucking time is it?” Ash freaked and fussed, while standing and looking around in a state of confusion.

Clearly it was morning, as one could see that the sun was up. Looking across the room and to the window, I saw that the sky was gray, but very bright with snow and ice resting upon the window seal. Ash grabbed her robe and headed out through the door of my room, apparently towards her own. That seemed to be where the phone was ringing from. I just pulled the covers back up after seeing there was no time showing on the clock on the stereo in my room and knowing that the power must be out.

As I had started to nod back off, Ash re-entered my room. Coming up to the bed, she handed the phone to me, “Jim it’s Jill.”

I slowly reached to the phone and took it from her as she quickly turned and made a hasty exit, “Hello,” I answered.

“Jim, why didn’t you answer your phone?” Jill asked.

“Sorry, I must have left it downstairs.” I responded.

(Jill) – “Oh.”

“What time is it?” I asked.

“10:20am… I was just calling to talk to ya… I called you last night a couple times and you didn’t answer. I started getting worried. I called a little while ago and you didn’t answer, so I called Ashley… She gave me her number the other day… I saw where there was a big snowstorm down there last night… I just wanted to make sure you were alright…”

“Well, apparently the power is out… It’s freezing in here… I was staying in bed, relaxing… I don’t have to go into work today, so I thought I’d just take it easy… It’s pretty warm under these blankets.”

We continued making small talk for a while longer. She told me that it looked like the storm that had hit us the night before was just beginning where she lived.

I was very vague about the night before. I just continued telling her I was going to get some R and R before heading back to school. I told her about working with Big the day before. I really wasn’t comfortable with the conversation, particularly when she was telling me how much she missed me. Mostly, I let her do the talking. She asked me a couple of times if everything was alright and I told her I was and just reiterated the situation about the power being out. I don’t know if she was content with the answer. One always gets paranoid about female intuition.

She told me that she would be back to school on the fourth and how much she missed me and she’d like to talk again in the evening, but she didn’t want to get on my nerves. I let her know that she wasn’t getting on my nerves and I’d talk to her in the evening. She wished us luck about getting the power back on and told me to thank Ashley for bringing me her phone so that she could speak to me.

——

After the phone conversation I wondered and needed to know what Ash was up to. I knew she was probably in her room and I was going to take her phone back to her. I pushed the covers up and off and it was most certainly cold in my room and I suspected in the rest of the house. It must have been about 50-some degrees in the room. I hurried over to my dresser where I got some lounge pants, a t-shirt, and a sweatshirt, then put a pair of socks on and finally my bedroom slippers before heading to Ash’s room.

Sure enough, she was there bundled up in a long heavy coat, sweat pants, her bedroom booties, and her comforter sitting on the bed, “Come on Baby, let’s get back in bed. It’s not like we can do anything. We can keep each other warm. I’ll go build a fire in a little while.”

(Ashley) – “No Jimmy. I want you to go build a fire now. I’ll call the Power Company and let them no it’s out.”

(Jim) – “I think they probably know.”

(Ashley) – “I’m going to call them anyway.”

(Jim) – “OK. You do what you think is best. I’m going to get another quilt and lay down in my bed a little longer. When you’re done will you come get back in bed with me?”

(Ashley) “Jimm-eee… Just go build a fire. Escort I’m cold and I’m hungry. I asked you to do this one simple thing.”

“OK,” I conceded to her wish.

I headed downstairs to the living room, to the fireplace, and set about building a fire. We had everything needed to build a fire in place even though we generally only built them on special occasions. There was a small stack of wood on a rack on the ledge of the hearth and also starter logs, paper, and kindling there for starting a fire – and if needed, there was a cord of wood out back.

Carefully, I placed a starter log on top of a pile of kindling and crumpled balls of newspaper. Then once it was started, I placed a big log on top. I hadn’t built a fire in a while, but many times over these last several years, it was I who would build them. It made me think of family gatherings during holidays of the past when I had built many of those fires.

The fire was just starting to blaze up as Ashley entered the room. I went upstairs to the hall closet and gathered a quilt, a down comforter, and a blanket along with four pillows and took them downstairs. Once downstairs, I laid the quilt down, then a blanket, and the comforter on top, before laying the pillows at the top near the hearth. Then I went out to the kitchen and gathered our tea kettle that we used for the fire place and everything I needed to make homemade hot chocolate.

I looked at Ashley sitting bundled on the sofa as I pulled back the blankets and got underneath, “Ash… come crawl in here with me.”

She looked at me with a look of agitation, “Jimmy, it doesn’t bother you that you just got off the phone with your girlfriend? You know you come off as a cad.”

“Ash, I’m not going to argue with you. I thought we were past all of that. Have I not proven how deeply in love with you I am? Have I not proven that I need you? It’s cold in here. Just come lay down with me.”

She shook her head in a perplexed fashion, “I dunno.”

I patted the area where she could lay down, “I’ve set the tea kettle on to boil, but it’s going to be a little while before it whistles. We’ll have some hot chocolate then. Just come warm up with me.” Practically pleading.

She hesitantly got off of the sofa and came down on the floor, getting under the covers with me, “OK, til the tea kettle boils.” She pulled the covers up and rested down on her side facing me.

I stared at her, as I began stroking her honey blonde hair… caressing her… holding her… and wrapping my arms around her as she relaxed and scooted up in my arms. I began drifting off in immaculate bliss.

(Whiiiiirrrr-sssssss-ewwwwwww!!)

The tea pot simmered and whistled, waking me from my half sleep. I couldn’t have dosed off for more than a minute or two. I pushed back the down comforter and noticed that the room was growing considerably more comfortable as the fire crackled a couple of feet above.

I like my hot cocoa rich, so I took the Ghiradelli powder mix and placed a couple of tablespoons of it in the 16 oz. cup and then poured some of the simmered water in and stirred it before adding a shot of cream. “Ash, I’ve got some of this Godiva liqueur, would you like some.”

“That sounds nice,” she responded as she continued with her head laid upon the pillow.

I poured a shot of the liqueur in and stirred, “Well, you’re gonna have to sit up to drink it.” As she sat up, I took the large pillows and propped them so that they were against the hearth of the fireplace.

“Well, it’s starting to get nice and toasty in here,” I told her as I took a tiny sip from the mug.

“Yes it is,” as she followed suit. The drink was so hot at the moment there was no way to take more than sips.

(Jim) – “You aren’t really mad at me are you?”

(Ashley) – “No. I just feel guilty. I cheated with you last night. We cheated on your girlfriend. I like her. It just isn’t right to do that.”

(Jim) – “She might be my girlfriend, but you are my woman. You are the woman I love.”

She lightly smiled, “You make it sound like it’s OK, but you know it isn’t. It’s plain to see the girl is in love with you and we can’t go on like this.”

(Jim) – “If I hadn’t slept with Mama, then I wouldn’t be with Jill now.

Ash suddenly got a wild eyed look, “Let’s get this fucking straight… ok… God Dammit… You did sleep with our mother… you make out like it’s a matter of fact thing… who knows how many fucking times… but that was a blessing in disguise, because we have always been fooling ourselves. First of all, you are the typical guy.”

I rebuffed that notion, “Don’t say that.”

(Ashley) – “You are… all you care about is sex.”

(Jim) – “That’s not true… I always wanted to be loyal to you.”

(Ashley) – “You know in a funny way I believe you, but in the end it doesn’t even really matter.”

(Jim) – “She came on to me… she was always on to me… after my graduation… that night… I came home… I wanted to see you… Escort Bayan I wanted you to be there.”

(Ashley) – “Why are you telling me this… don’t tell me this.”

(Jim) – “I have to… you have to know… it’s the only way… the only way to let you know how much I love you. You are right. Mama does have an infatuation with me… She admitted it to me. She sees our father in me. I had a sense about all of this a long time ago… The night I graduated from High School. I came home and I had this euphoric high and you weren’t there… All I could think of was you. I so wanted you to be there, but you had gone to the beach.”

(Ashley) – “I know Jimmy, but…”

(Jim) – “I actually went skinny dipping in the pool and was out there by myself. I had been out there for a while and I felt a presence. After a few minutes Mama stepped out from the basement…”

A pall of anger seemed to wash over Ash’s face as I continued, “So that was the first time you fucked her.”

(Jim) – “No, honestly I never thought of our mother in a sexual way, but you have to admit she is attractive. I see a lot of you in her and her in you… It was a hot June night and she was wearing a short silk gown. There was something about it and she was asking a lot of questions about you.”

‘Pssshhht,’ she emoted like a burst balloon with flushed frustration, “OK, you’ve piqued my curiosity… Continue… You’re leading to something.”

(Jim) – “I came back at Christmas. She seemed like she had missed me a lot. It’s one thing to talk on the phone and another to be there in person. It’s been the same with you ten times over. I desired so much to see you and remember how I pissed you off.”

She continued with the boiling, “Yeah! You thought I was sleeping around.”

(Jim) – “No, not really, but I didn’t say the right things and I am so sorry… it was fear, because I wanted you so bad… and then it was me that… and what I did… and that was last year… and so much has gone on since.”

Ash visibly grimaced in the pain of her thoughts as she shook her head.

(Jim) – “On New Year’s Eve, Mama tried to seduce me… If you remember we had been together in my room… I’m pretty sure she knew that something was up between us.. She told me later that night that she and Joe weren’t getting along and he was cheating on her…”

(Ashley) – “Yeah and she was antagonizing me that night… bitching, saying I was getting out of control… when she was the one who got drunk and had to be taken to bed… I know you didn’t sleep with her that night. You couldn’t have.”

(Jim) – “No, early on that evening she exposed herself to me. She tried to act innocent about it, but you can tell when something like that is intentional or not… When I took her up to her room. she said she was going to sleep in the guest room, so that is where I took her. She kissed me on the lips and I swear I didn’t return it and then she flashed me again when she was changing in the guest bathroom. I wanted to get to you and that is when I came to your room and got you.”

(Ashley) – “I believe you Jimmy, but what about Spring Break. I know what I saw. I know what I heard.”

(Jim) – “Yes, I cheated. Do you want to hear the whole sordid mess.”

(Ashley) – “Might as well now… now that you are spilling the beans.”

(Jim) “I got home and you were gone. I had been so looking forward to seeing you. You were off visiting a college and so it was just Mama and I.”

(Ashley) – “OK. Go on.”

(Jim) – “It was late at night around midnight. I was watching a movie and Mama must have known I was in the basement. She sat down and started watching it. She said she couldn’t sleep… The next thing I know she is laying down with me and then it all started spinning out of control. I don’t know how it got to where it got…”

(Ashley) – “You’re a guy. You’re all the same.”

“Ash. I’d like to think I’m not… She told me that night… She told me that she had seen us in the basement on New Year’s night… She told me about it after the fact… after we had been together…”

(Ashley) – “And I knew it… I told you.”

“I won’t say I was seduced … Our mother is attractive… She’s beautiful… I just have a weakness… I am so sorry… I wish… I wish I had never, but I can’t take it back.”

“And then you were with me the very next morning… you have some whore in you, boy,” and she surprised me when she giggled and shook her head.

“But believe me, I’ve been with you, Jill, and Mama, and you are the one I make love with… the one I want to be with…”

“She set us up… She called me up and told me to get home… She said she had to talk to us about something and it couldn’t wait… I almost didn’t come home, because I thought she was going to confront us about being together… I came home to protect you… I came home, because I didn’t want you to have to deal with it alone… I got home and…” Ash slapped me as hard as she could across my face Bayan Escort and it stung like hell.

I lost a little of my senses with that slap, but not enough, “I deserved that… I really do.” I started to tear up, not from the slap, but from the pain I had caused Ash.

Ashley got up and turned, kissing me where she slapped me as she bellowed, “I’m sorry, but I heard you tell her that you loved her… How could you say that.” The tears flowed like a waterfall down her face. I reached to hold her… to comfort her. “Nooo… don’t touch me,” as she jerked away.

I contended, “I wasn’t saying it like that… I was lost in the moment. I seduced you, but she seduced me… Jill seduced me… You know that feeling… I always wanted you more than you wanted me… They wanted me more than I wanted them… Can’t you see the difference… You don’t understand… You can’t…”

“That’s not true… it’s not true… it’s not true…” she wailed. “I always loved you. You were my hero. I always loved you.” she bawled.

Finally, I was able to hug and comfort her as she cried in my shoulder.

She couldn’t control the crying for minutes on end. Her face was red and puffy. Her nose ran and her eyes became bloodshot. “I have to go to the bathroom. I’ll be back in a little while… I told you there was something I needed to tell you.” She bundled back up in her robe and took off disappearing upstairs.

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Ash had been gone for about 10 minutes when I thought about going to look for her. I knew it was cold in the rest of the house. There was no way that she could stay in a 50 degree bathroom with no electricity for that long. So after a few more minutes I got antsy and decided I would go look for her. I put my hoodie sweater back on and headed upstairs. She wasn’t in the bathroom, so I went to her bedroom where she was sitting bundled up on her bed.

“Ash, what are you doing? You need to come back downstairs to the fire. I built it for you and now you are up here sitting in alone.”

“I was just thinking Jim… I just needed some space.” she quietly responded.

(Jim) – “Please come back downstairs. I don’t want you getting sick. If you hate me I understand. … I don’t want you getting sick.”

(Ashley) – “I don’t hate you, you big oaf. I’m trying to figure out a way to tell you something.”

(Jim) – “Tell me what? You’ve been saying that since I got back home.”

(Ashley) – Just give me a little bit longer and I’ll be back down there… You know… Fix me another one of those Hot Chocolates like you did a little while ago and go roll a joint… That’ll help… I’ll be back in a few… Just go back downstairs… Please.”

I went to my room and rolled a joint before heading back downstairs and placing another log on the fire. I went to the kitchen and filled the tea kettle and placed it on the rack in the fireplace where we can cook, before going back to the kitchen and getting the cast iron skillet and some ham and eggs from the fridge along with bread, cheese, and butter. I had them cooked up in no time.

I fixed me a plate and was eating as I spotted Ash rounding the corner and heading into the room. “Come here and sit down,” I requested as I fixed her a plate of food and made her Hot Chocolate…

“You eat that and then you can tell me what you have to tell me, OK.” We sat eating, as I frequently glimpsed at Ash’s formerly tear stained face, which had nearly disappeared, but she wouldn’t look at me. She had a look of melancholy and a gloomy tension filled the room as Ash sulked while looking in her plate.

(Jim) – “Just relax … We’ve gotten it all out in the open. OK… I’m the one who has to feel the shame of breaking your heart.”

“No Jim, I broke your heart… At Thanksgiving I broke your heart,” as a tear rolled down her cheek and she wouldn’t look me in the eye. “And you took off again… Mama’s heart seemed broken when you up and left again that night… and it was because of me.”

(Jim) – “Ohhh… not again. I deserved it Ash… I deserved it.”

“No… You didn’t deserve it… I didn’t deserve it… David didn’t deserve it.” as she finally looked up into my eyes.

“Whatta you mean?” I asked curiously wondering where this all was headed.

(Ash) – “Do you have that weed?”

(Jim) – “Yeah.”

(Ash) – “Will you light it up.”

“OK.” I pulled the joint out of my pocket and fired it up and took a quick drag before passing it to Ashley.

“I need this,” she emphasized as she pulled it to her lips and took a slow drag before holding it in and eventually exhaling. Then she took another slow drag before handing it back.

Finally, looking down at the ground, she spoke, “I did what I did to hurt you and I lied… I acted like a whore to hurt you.”

I crinkled my brow in confusion, “What?”

“I made you think that I had been going out with David since soon after you had left. Well, that wasn’t true,” she sputtered in admission.

(Jim) – “Explain…”

“Well… he had been after me to go out with him, but we only went out a few times… What you saw that night… That was the first and last time I was ever with him… Like that… I felt so dirty… it felt so dirty,” she began crying again.

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Leo. Cohen is quoted nearly verbatim herein: see Beautiful Losers. Special thanks to John Darnielle for some of the imagery. We are not nearly finished with their work, should we not thank them every moment we live? Do we not thank them with every breath, every word?

I got no response but a quick smile. She slid her hand quickly over her pussy, and the underside of my cock, then slowly eased me out of her. She stepped out of the shower and dried herself with my towel. She hung the towel back up and left the bathroom naked. I watched her lean ass as she went.

I quickly washed myself off and got out. My towel, however, was soaking wet. I grabbed Aura’s—and noticed hers was wet as well. I should’ve known. I took hers anyway, thinking only of the fact that I was rubbing over my body the same cloth that had touched every inch of her beautiful naked form. I wrapped it around my waist and went to my room.

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

A few hours later. Zashe had gone off to work, I was in my room, cleaning up, when Aura came in and sat on my bed.

“Having fun?”

“Yeah, I guess. I don’t like cleaning, but I like when it’s done.” I noticed she wore a thin white dress, with, I could see, no bra and white underwear. She leaned back on her elbows and looked at me. When she spoke, she didn’t look directly at me. She seemed to watch the walls.

“You know, after Mom and Dad died, I never would have thought you and me would ever be friends. I always think of that—like, the car was totaled, but my life, maybe yours too, it was just as mangled, I felt so trapped, like my life was a hunk of blackened, twisted metal, and I was inside, unable to feel anything. But now, you and I, living together but both so alone, it makes me feel good, like we understand something together that we can’t say… And yeah, we have a few friends, but, I mean, I haven’t gone on a date in a year and a half! And you, all these girls look at you but your eyes never leave your goal… I don’t know what your goal is, but I know you have many, and I think we have one in common—just getting over this, coming to terms with being alone in this thing—in life.”

“Yeah. But—we’re not really alone. And that’s important. We just don’t have parents with us anymore. And anyway, the only reason you don’t date is because you haven’t met anyone you want to date. That’s the flip side of having all the insurance money: we don’t work, so we don’t meet that many people. Not that I’m complaining…”

“No, that’s not true. I haven’t met anybody, sure, but it’s because I don’t want to meet anybody. I’m happy here, or, well, you know. I don’t want things to change just yet.”

“Um, Aura? Can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah.”

“You and Zashe, what’s the, uh, status of your relationship with her? Are you…”

“We’re just friends. We fool around, but I’m not really gay, I couldn’t have a real relationship with a woman. I love her though, and a lot of times I really Escort wish she was a man. But, no, we’re not together or anything. Why do you ask? Are you interested in her?”

“Just curious. I don’t want to date her, but we did, um, we did have sex.”

She smiled. “Never forget that Zashe tells me everything. And I mean everything.”

I laughed to myself. Aura’s grin broadened. I laid back on the bed next to her. “Yeah. I like being alone. I like being alone with you, too.”

“Me too.” She curled up next to me, her head on my shoulder. I listened to hear breath. Not surprisingly, my dick took note.

As I listened, it continued to grow. It was caught slightly in my underwear, and it was starting to get painful. As casually as I could, I reached into my boxers and pulled it upright. She didn’t say anything, so I forgot about it.

With a soft, sleepy moan, she turned her body further toward mine, her left leg crossing my knee. My cock rose to a full erection, a notable tent in my shorts—and it was surely in her line of vision. I refused to let it make uncomfortable, though. I just laid there, listening to her breathing, feeling the weight of her limbs upon me, smelling the fragrance of her hair, an eager and hyperconscious cock was not going to keep me from enjoying this.

She didn’t say anything about it. But she did do something. A thin strong finger reached out of a thin strong hand and traced the root of my cock.

“Remember when we were kids?” Her voice had caught slightly, so she cleared her throat, in that refined way women sometimes have. “When mom and dad were still at work… We’d play in the backyard, playing pretend…we were super-secret spies, always running around and hiding from each other, or racing each other, tree-climbing races…squirt gun espionage… Secret targeting meetings in the shed…the smell of the lawnmower and motor oil… Do you remember how hot it always was in the shed?”

“That’s why we always took all our clothes off…”

“Yeah, that wasn’t the only reason, though. Sometimes you had been shot mortally in the leg, and I would have to perform surgery…after a while it always required oral surgery, remember? I would have to remove the bullet with my tongue. Then, one time, your penis got like this, like it is now… Do you remember that?”

“I remember.”

“We practiced kissing on each other, then I told you how I liked to touch myself, remember? The way I touched myself when no one was around…I showed you how to do it to me. And I would kiss your penis and you would kiss my vagina, we’d stick our tongues in each other’s butts as far as we could… I still do that, sometimes, with Zashe, no one else…I don’t know why… You were so beautiful when we were kids, I still remember your naked body, your small, hairless penis the perfect size for my little mouth…or my tiny little vagina… It was never as good as it was with you…because we love each other, in a way I’ve never loved Escort Bayan anyone.”

She wrapped her fingers lightly around my cock. “I’ve never been able to forget that. I’m sorry if I’m freaking you out. Am I freaking you out?”

“No, no, not at all. I’ve always wished you would say that. I figured you didn’t still think about that, or maybe you regretted it. I was thinking about that, about you, just yesterday. Sometimes it seems like all the women I dated were a shadow of you, in dating all those women I was just chasing after you. I have such a good time with you, laying with you, like this, or just sitting around talking… You make me laugh, and think, and sigh…you’re fun, you’re beautiful… I think about when you came back, for the funeral, I saw you for the first time really as a woman, not an overgrown 10-year-old sister. You wore that long black skirt, with that huge, ratty, black long-sleeved t-shirt you have…your body was hidden but for what gravity showed through the thin cloth. I remember looking at your footprints in the snow, there was something so fresh to your step, even in the horror of what was going on, you were this pillar of good feeling… You helped me through that so much. I did the chores around the house, you dealt with the lawyers… Always with those quick sharp eyes that warmed when they turned to me, I knew all you were thinking of was our best interests…that trust I can have with you…you glow when I see you…all I want to do sometimes is just hold you, your thin strong hands in mine, I think of your quick sharp eyes closed before mine…sometimes, I think of your lips, sometimes I think of your soft lips against mine.”

“You should do it. If you want to, then maybe you should just do it.”

I turned my face to hers, and hers turned to mine. Her deep green eyes flickered around my face, before settling on my eyes. I leaned toward her and kissed her lips.

They were warm and inviting, soft but firm, as though I could fall safely into her arms, that she would never turn away. She clutched my cock tighter, pulsing slightly. I took her face in my hands, which turned our bodies, she on her back, me aside her, rolling astride her, kissing her firmly, then it was hard, I was kissing her hard, and I was hard against her thigh. Her hand reached through the top of my boxers. I slid a hand to her side, then to her left breast, which I squeezed and molded.

She pulled me out of my boxers and jerked me off lightly. I remembered in the back of my mind Zashe’s hand doing that the night before, but my body this day was filled with electricity, her touch shot through me with invigoration, a magic circuit that was absent with Zashe. I stroked her neck with one hand and groped her body with the other. Her tongue still built mazes around mine, her taste sweet and cool. Until I could stand it no longer.

I crept back onto my knees, reaching up her dress to her panties. I hooked my fingers in and dragged Bayan Escort them down slowly. I stopped to regard her thin pubic hair, trimmed and shaped for lust…I could not contain myself: I dove between her legs and pressed my lips to her pussy. My tongue slid about, caressing her clit and around it; she began to gasp and moan. My intensity increased, and her moans followed until she was nearly screaming. Her hands grabbed my head and pressed it hard against her. Then she was tensing and yelling. Her body spasmed, then fell slack, flaccid, as she writhed meekly in the last moments of orgasm. She looked down at me and spoke, in a hoarse whisper.

“Please, let me fuck you, fuck you good, please. Come here. Bring me your lips.” I rose and kissed her lips. She arched her back and slid her dress over her head. I marveled at the heat of her incredible body, struck motionless in awe. She dug her thumbs into the waistband of my boxers and dragged them down, her mouth a grin, teeth apart, her eyes light, her face filled with the simple, honest fun that I have loved for so long. I smiled with her and pressed my lips to hers, my body wriggling out of my boxers; our smiling lips kissing. She grabbed my cock with firm hands and pressed my head to her crotch. I thrust forth slowly, my rock hard cock slipping easily through her juice and my saliva. About halfway in, her back started arching, pressing her belly to mine, her small breasts with their firm nipples brushing against me.

“How long have I loved you? How many nights have I dreamed of this? My love, my life, my beauty, who’d know twins would fit so perfectly together? Mm… Check this out.” I slid my cock slowly out, kissed her deeply, and pounded it in. I dragged it out along her ventral side, veins and head hard against the walls of her cunt. Again and again like this; I began speaking, almost reciting,

“I didn’t know what I had to tell you, but now I’m sure. All my speeches were preface to this, all my words and looks but a clearing of the throat.” Pounding it in. “I confess I tortured you, but only because of this.” Dragging it out. “In our kisses and sucks, this, ancient love, I meant to whisper.” I felt her lean body buck hard against my cock, the bone in her crotch smacking hard against mine. Her hands leapt to my ass, pulling my in hard. She came, her passion flooding into me in contractions and heat at the base of my cock. An orgasm began, shooting deep inside her, chasing its echo up my spine, exploding my head, the energy showering down like bullet rain of my love for her.

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

Our bodies went limp simultaneously. Her weakened arms wrapped comfortably around me. I kissed what of her was before my lips—it may have been her shoulder, maybe her neck. She mumbled sleepy, my cock falling flaccid within her, “Let me sleep with you. Let me just lay with you now, the man I love, the man I have run from, yet who always stands just before me; this man whose cock has figured in me dreams, the man who represents men to me, the cock that means cock to me, shooting so deep inside of me…” She fell silent. The wind billowed the curtains. I drifted slowly to sleep, dreaming of sugarplum Aura’s resting quietly with me.

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‘I’m done, it’s over,’ I think to myself as I’m throwing clothes into my suitcase. Sure, I am being selfish but for the past few years, I’ve been everything but selfish. Let me explain.

My wife and I have been together for nearly 15 years and we’ve built quite a life for ourselves. We live in a nice, quiet, suburban home. We are far enough out of town so that we do have privacy and a sizable yard. However, we are not so far off the beaten path that we have to drive miles upon miles to reach any of the conveniences that town has to offer. My ‘commute,’ if you’d even call it that, is about 25 minutes.

Biologically, we do not have any children together. We each have children from previous marriages, however. I have a son and a daughter. They are both grown and moved on. My wife has three children, all beautiful girls. Two of the three have moved on. The eldest married and lives out of the area. Her middle daughter, Samantha (Sam for short), recently graduated from college and still lives in the area. Sam recently moved in with her boyfriend. Her youngest daughter, Alexandra or Lexi as we call her, is 19 and just finished her second year of college. Lexi comes home during break and in the summer.

My wife (Jen) went into a ‘funk’ of sorts when Lexi went away to college. Among other things, it has been a bit over two years since my wife and I last ‘made love,’ had sex, fucked, or whatever you want to call it. This is not for my lack of trying. I’ve taken the romantic route, I’ve taken the direct route, I’ve hinted, I’ve tried to set the mood.

From my standpoint, I don’t get it. Sex between us used to be good, if not great. We would make love three, sometimes five times a week. Then, right around the time Lexi left for school the brakes simply locked up. I’ve tried talking about the sex, and I’ve shared my frustrations and my concerns with her. I’ve found it difficult, if not impossible to break through the sheet of ice that has formed around her. If I am fair, she’s certainly suffering from an ’empty nest syndrome’ of sorts.

I’ve asked Jen to seek therapy and I’ve even arranged for a session on her behalf. She is not receptive to therapy at all and simply believes that I just need to “deal with it.”

When we talk, Jen quickly moves to drop the subject. I’ve told her on more than one occasion that this is something I could well leave over if we don’t address or at least discuss this. At best, when she senses I’m getting closer to leaving, she will throw me what I call a ‘sympathy hand job’ in the most unenthusiastic way possible.

At first, she’d kiss me and ‘allow’ me access to her while she would take care of me with her hand. The intimacy downshifted over time. Recently, when it would happen, there was no touching or kissing. She’d pretty much throw her hand over and say, “Here it is, have at it” while sliding the rest of her further towards the edge of her side of the bed.

This morning, I pushed the issue about the lack of sex and intimacy. Bluntly, Jen tells me that she simply has no physical desire to be with me. No urge whatsoever. She bangs on that it isn’t that she doesn’t love me (she does). It isn’t that she isn’t attracted to me (she is). It’s that she has no physical urge or desire to be intimate with me and that’s that. It “stresses her out” when I push the issue so I just need to “get over it” because she has absolutely no sex drive. Then without much further discussion, she went out to get on with her day.

My way of ‘getting over it’ is packing my shit and leaving, as it is my belief that I deserve better.

As I’m throwing my suitcase together, I think to myself that I’ve provided everything for this family. I had a great job and the family wanted for nothing. As I’m mumbling and throwing my suitcase together, my youngest stepdaughter, Lexi peaks into the room. Apparently, Lexi just got home from work.

“Hi Dad. Where ya going?” Lexi asks as she peaks into the room.

“Hi Lexi, I’m leaving” I tell her.

“Duh,” she responds. “Where are you going — like you know… What trip are you going on?”

“I’m moving out,” I tell her as Lexi’s mood goes from playful and inquisitive to one of concern. Her face tightens up and a look of pain comes over her. As if just punched in the stomach, Lexi stumbles towards the bed and plops down between my suitcase and I.

“Why are you moving out,” she asks as a tear begins to form in her eye.

“Lex, I’ve not been happy for a while. I’m not happy, your mom can’t possibly be happy, and it’s just time that I go,” I tell her. “I’m not sure where I’m going yet but here seems to be a place I should not be.”

The tear begins making its way from the corner of Lexi’s brown, catlike eye onto her cheek.

Lexi was four when her mom and I got together. While I’ve treated all Jen’s daughters as if they were biologically my own, Lexi and I have always been the closest. Lexi has been the only one of the three girls to call me Dad rather than Shayne. She was the only one of the three girls who was openly Escort affectionate with both their mother and I. She always made sure to give hugs and kisses goodbye or good night without prompting. She valued family.

She’s also been the one to be more appreciative of things. The others always expected and while they were surely thankful, they did not always show their appreciation. Lexi always made sure to say please, thank you, and never really expected things to be ‘handed to her.’ She was also the only one who would take care of chores without needing to ask or beg. If she saw something needed done, she simply did it. She was a doer and a fixer. If someone had an issue in the house, Lexi was the first to get involved. While she was the youngest of the girls, she carried herself as if she was among the older. Her maturity and the way she stepped up to handle shit was not typical of a youngest child.

When it came to college, she did not automatically assume that we were paying for it. She planned to work her way through school and when we began talking college, she laid out her plan. When we explained we were paying for her schooling, she was quite happy. However, she continued to work, as it was important to her that she pulled weight in the equation. With this being week two of her summer break, Lexi is working 5 days a week for the summer so that she can ease off for her final two years of schooling.

“But” she begins as the tears leak out of her eye onto her cheek. I cut her off before she can speak any further.

“Lexi, this is what is best for me. You have nothing to worry about. I’ll still send money so you can finish school,” I tell her as the formed tears multiply and soak her face.

“You can’t go,” she begs me as she goes into full sob mode. I take my stepdaughter in my arms and she cries into my chest.

“It’s not fair,” she says as we’re both crying.

“We’re a family and I love us all being together. What is so bad that you need to leave?

“Do you not love us anymore?” Lexi asks as she looks up at me with a face full of tears.

“Lex,” I say as I gently wipe her cheek before wiping my own.

“It’s not that. I love you both very much. I love our family. It’s… It’s complicated.”

She cuts me off, “Is it the sex thing?”

I let go of Lexi and take a step back somewhat embarrassed and very shocked that my stepdaughter knows about this and even more so that she is asking.

“Dad, if it is the sex thing. I can help” Lexi tells me as her tear filled eyes find mine.

“Huh? Wait, you’ll what?” I ask as I stumble back towards the dresser.

“Dad, I know that you two don’t have sex and I know it is a problem. I hear you two argue about it. Plus, Mom talks to me. She’s told me some things. I told her she should do it for you but she says she can’t.”

“Lexi,” I interrupt. “What are you trying to say? I’m confused. How exactly can you help?”

“Well, I was thinking. I don’t want you to leave. Mom needs you and I need you. If you’ll stay and she won’t do you, I will.”

Good thing I was leaning against the dresser because I think I just heard my stepdaughter offer to stand in for her mother and ‘do me’. Had I not been properly supported, I may well have fallen over.

“Alexandra!” I exclaim, unsure how to take what I just heard.

“No seriously, I will” she pops back quickly as I lean on the dresser, mouth wide open in shock over what I’m hearing.

“What, am I not doable?” she asks, growing in confidence as she renders a smart, seductive smile and puffs her chest out. She KNOWS she is a beautiful girl.

She is a younger, dare I say hotter version of her mother. At 5’2″ & 115 pounds, beautiful brown eyes, long flowing auburn hair, a tiny little waist, and a curvy ass to die for. Lexi’s white, button up work shirt is open revealing her white tank top. The tank top sits overtop her bra, which is home to a set of firm, beautiful b or c-cups. Historically, those breasts on her small frame command the attention of the room. That little girl clearly knows she is very hot and quite fuckable.

“Lex, you’re my daughter”

“Step!” she sternly interjects as she climbs off the bed.

“I am going to go upstairs and get cleaned up. Do you want me to help you unpack?” she asks as she bends over so slightly, giving me a view of that perfect ass of hers that fills out her work pants quite nicely.

“I got this Lex.”

“Good, so we have a deal!” Lexi says as she walks towards the bedroom door. As she just clears the doorway, she turns and says, “Can you pick out a movie for us to watch? I don’t feel like going out tonight so I was thinking we could stay in and have some special Daddy-Daughter time.”

Lexi lingers in the doorway until we make eye and flashes a sexy smile as if to let me know she knows she just got her way in making me stay. She heads upstairs to get a shower and I pretty much walk in circles still in shock over the conversation that just took place.

With Escort Bayan today being Saturday, my wife typically does not get home until late. Her Saturday routine consists of going to lunch with her middle daughter Sam, followed by shopping, then dinner, then more shopping, and then who knows what. Well, that is what it seems like she does at least. My point is she and Sam spends mother-daughter time together on Saturdays.

I always believed Lexi to be a beautiful and attractive young woman. However, while I’ve appreciated and admired her beauty, I’ve never thought of her in a sexual way until just a few minutes ago. As I unpack, various scenarios play through my mind. I quickly envision myself sharing an intimate kiss with Lexi. I imagine carrying her off to her room and making love to her. I also imagine a naughtier scene where she climbs into bed, laying between her mother and me. With each flash of thought, my dick grows impossibly hard. After fumbling around for a good while with my clothes and my thoughts, I finally get my suitcase unpacked.

I take my suitcase back out to the shed. When I open the door to come back in, I find Lexi standing there with a panicked look on her face. I walk through the door and barely get it closed before she damn near tackles me.

“I’m glad you didn’t leave,” Lexi tells me as she wraps her arms around me and gives me a big, tight hug as if she hasn’t seen me for years. I squeeze her back while pulling my hips away so she is not alarmed by my raging hard-on. I explain I was just returning the suitcase to the shed.

“Well, I didn’t see the suitcase and I didn’t see you so I was beginning to think that you left.”

“Lexi, I said I’d stay.”

“Actually, you didn’t exactly say you’d stay. But, after my offer, I was really hoping you would.” Lexi removes her head from my chest, gets up on her tippy toes, planting a quick, teasing peck of a kiss on my lips.

“Come on, let’s go pick out a movie,” she says as she releases me, grabs my hand and leads me into the family room. I adjust my basketball shorts so that my dick is not sticking out while she leads me to the living room.

I didn’t get to the ‘picking the movie part’ and frankly, I’m glad I didn’t. I’m still actually in shock over the proposition my stepdaughter has made and I’m uncertain as to how exactly or if this will play out. Quite satisfied in letting her take the lead, Lexi grabs the remote and searches for a movie. I plop down in my chair watching as Lexi stands in front of the TV trying to get the blood flowing back into the rest of my body.

“Let me know when you see something good,” Lexi says as she continues flipping through the guide standing right in front of me. My eyes are fixated on her perfectly rounded ass peeking out of her shorts. Her lounging shorts, as she calls them, are cute, short little black shorts that reveal the slightest bit of cheek. She likes them because they make her legs look muscular in the front and has commented on more than one occasion that showing a little cheek is a small price to pay for her legs to look that good. She sure the hell wasn’t kidding about that.

“There’s nothing on, Lexi complains as she puts on a baseball game and sits down on the couch. “Come lay with me, Daddy,” Lex says in a playful voice. I gulp. Lexi stands up, grabs me by the hand and pulls me up, and drags me over to the couch.

“Here, lie down and slide over,” she orders as she lies down on the couch beside me. She wiggles around, grabs my arm, and wraps it around her so that it comes to rest around her midriff. My shorts continue to stir as I can feel the heat of that luscious ass of hers just inches from my penis. Out of the blue, Lex lets out a giggle. “Look, I’m up to bat.”

“Huh, I ask?”

“The designated hitter… I’m up to bat. Mom is the pitcher but she does not bat, so I am batting for her. Duh,” she says as she wiggles her ass back into my cock sending a jolt of electricity through my body.

“Lexi,” I gasp as my dick hardens to the point I think it may well explode. Instinctively, I slap her ass playfully. “You’re bad.” Lexi giggles and shakes her ass once again. My mouth waters at the sight of her giggling ass cheeks.

“Well, it’s true. Or at least, it is going to be true,” Lexi says as she pushes and grinds her ass further into me. She grabs at my arm as if commanding me to tighten my grip on her. As she slides back into me, I catch a hint of her floral-scented lotion. I take a deep breath in as I hold my daughter around the waist while she pushes her ass into me.

The DH strikes out. I laugh as I point that out.

“Guess that’s not me after all, Dad. I don’t strike out,” she says confidently as she looks back turning a somewhat seductive smile. “Dad, just relax and let me,” pushing her ass so that my rock hard cock is now caught between the cheeks of her ass. Knowing she has me right where she wants me, Lex tightens and releases her ass muscles. Without thinking, I push my hips back into her while taking a deep Bayan Escort breath in.

“Lexi, do you know what you’re doing to me right now,” I ask.

Lexi nods as she continues contracting and releasing her ass muscles around my dick. I move my left arm from her waist to her long auburn hair. My finger gently brushes her neck as I move her hair and she shivers slightly with goose bumps forming on her neck as she grinds and contracts into me. I return my arm back to her waist and she squeezes my hand. Her hand begins moving up my arm while she rocks back into me lying side-to-side and front to back on the brown leather couch. Her hand reaches my elbow and slides down to my hip. I gasp for air into her delicious looking neck and without much thought; I gently kiss my beautiful stepdaughter on the neck while exhaling.

Her hand makes its way from my hip to the waistband of my shorts. She uses her fingers to trace her way down towards my lower abs.

“Do you like this, Dad?”

“Oh Lexi,” I whisper while gently nibbling away on her tiny earlobe. My hand finds its way underneath her white, somewhat loose fitting t-shirt as I make circles upon her tight, tummy. Lex begins mimicking my motions with her own hand on my not so tight tummy with each circle getting slightly bigger until she finally nudges the tip of my dick with the top of her hand. The initial nudge seemed accidental. Upon realization of what she did, Lexi turns her hand and grabs the head of my dick through my shorts with her thumb and forefinger.

With a tight grip, she begins stroking the tip of my dick up and down through my mesh basketball shorts while the rest of my shaft caught between her ass cheeks. I feel the precum escaping my dick as she strokes and grinds away. Pushing my hips back into her, I raise my head from the crook of her neck to take a deep breath. Lexi looks back at me with her catlike eyes. Her pumping pauses for a second. Lexi uses her fingernail, gently rubbing it over the tip of my dick over my precum soaked shorts. “We need to get you out of these,” she says.

Lex releases her grip on my cock, sliding her hand back onto my stomach, and then down into the waistband of my basketball shorts. Palm down, the back of my daughter’s hand grazes my dick as she slides her hand all the way down. The base of my dick splits her index and middle fingers. I grab my daughter’s full, muscular, tanned thigh and hold my breath while taking in the first feeling of skin on skin contact between daughter and step daddy’s cock.

I pull my hips back as Lexi slides her hand to the side. She pushes out on my shorts and wiggles them down around my thighs. She runs her nails back up my thigh and this time palm down she makes contact with my cock. While keeping hold of her thigh, I watch as my baby girl takes her step daddy’s dick in her hand, pulling at it in a slow and deliberate manner. My hand moves to her inner thigh, making its way up towards the hidden treasure contained beneath her shorts. Lexi releases my cock and grabs my wrist, cutting me off at the pass.

“Not yet,” my beautiful daughter instructs.

“Just relax and enjoy this,” she tells me as she smiles as she returns my hand back to her tummy.

Lexi slides her ass back into me, using her hand to adjust my cock so that it makes contact with her slightly exposed ass cheek. Lexi grabs her stepdaddy’s cock down low and resumes pumping it while rubbing her exposed ass along the top and tip of my dick. I watch as she manipulates my member onto that beautiful ass of her. The sight of my dick touching that luscious ass could damn well make me explode right then and there, I think to myself.

“Come back down here,” Lexi instructs. I comply and lay my head back on the pillow, just behind my daughter and breathing heavily at every stroke.

Lexi adjusts herself and pushes her stepdaddy’s cock up into her shorts, once again trapping my dick in between the cheeks of her ass. This time, it is skin on skin. Once she is confident everything is in place, she releases my cock from her hand and squeezes her ass cheeks together. I drive my hips forward and bury my head in her neck as she squeezes, releases, and grinds my dick with that talented, amazing ass of hers. I bite down on her neck, causing her to squeak.

Catching onto her rhythm, I begin moving my hips to compliment her movements as I nuzzle away at my baby girl’s neck. Our breathing picks up. As I kiss and lick away at her neck, I begin to notice her chest rise and fall. Lexi’s big, erect nipples push away at the sheer fabric of her loose fitting white t-shirt as she breathes in and out. I watch as my daughter slides her left hand over her body, onto her flat, tanned tummy, and into her panties. Her right hand, which is underneath her, reaches up, grabs my left thumb, and guides my hand to her tummy, just above her pierced bellybutton.

I begin gently rubbing my fingers around her pierced naval as I kiss, nibble, and lick away at my daughter’s neck. Lexi’s hand quickens in her shorts as she continues jilling away at herself and grinding her ass on my cock. I move my hand from her tummy and place it underneath her head, turning her beautiful face so that she faces me. “Lexi,” I whisper as she works away at pleasuring the both of us.

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Authors note: – This is a follow on to the previous episodes of Becca XXX Double Trouble. Please read them before reading this or you will not understand the plot or characters.

Becca XXX. Double Trouble. Ch 08

Pippa, Natalie and I walked down the staircase and into the reception hall where we’d first arrived. Waiting for us was a small gathering of people, which consisted of Tristan, his wife Helen and the twins, Singen and Isaac.

The men were dressed in dinner jackets and bow ties and Helen was wearing a long floaty red dress. She looked better than she had in her file photo, maybe her afternoon rest had freshened her up a little, but I could still tell she was a drinker. Her face was gaunt but the rest of her was slightly chubby. She seemed to carry her weight on her ass and belly like middle aged women do as they get older.

She was linking arms with her husband as though they were waiting to walk down the aisle at a wedding. I wondered if she was trying to show us that she owned this man or if she was just using him to stop herself from falling over. She looked half-cut already.

“By Jove, I don’t think I’ve seen three such elegant young girls in a long time. You all look positively radiant,” gasped Tristan.

“Thank you, Pippa has amazing taste in clothes,” I replied, doing a shy curtsy.

“Just make sure you give them back when you’ve soiled them,” said Helen, giving me a bitchy look.

“Sorry, this is my wife Helen,” said Tristan, presenting her to us. “Helen, this is Becca and Natalie.”

“Nice to meet you Mrs. Kingsley,” said Natalie, holding her hand out politely.

“Are these more of your street girls?” she said to Sinner, with utter distain in her voice, completely ignoring Nat’s gesture.

“Mummy, don’t talk like that,” he said. “It’s not very becoming of you. Be nice.”

She was a miserable cow, but I guess if your husband had a taste for barely legal prostitutes and your sons went to race meetings in the streets, she’d have every reason not to like us.

“You’d better tell Robert to keep an eye on the silver,” she continued her assault.

“That really won’t be necessary Mrs. Kingsley,” I butted in. “We might be many things, but we’re not thieves.”

She was already pissing me off and I’d only known her less than a minute.

“Time will tell,” she spat.

“Well, that’s gone well,” said Tristan sarcastically. “Shall we go through to the dining room.”

“Yes, lets,” said Ice looking daggers at his mother.

He held out his arm for me to link up with him and Sinner did the same for Natalie. We followed ‘mummy and daddy’ into the east wing like a procession. I felt a little guilty that Pippa was alone but judging by the state of her cum filled knickers on the bedroom floor she’d already had her fun for the day.

The east wing appeared to be identical to the west, where we’d had drinks earlier that afternoon. The floor was carpeted and the walls were lined in dark wood panelling. Fancy wall lights lit the way as we slowly made our way to the dining room. Along the way we passed a room marked ‘Study’ on the right which was at the front of the house. I already knew where it was, based on Lexa’s plans of Kingsley manor which I had memorised during our planning stage. Time spent on reconnaissance is seldom wasted and we needed to know our way around.

Robert was waiting for us at the entrance to the dining room at the back of the property. It overlooked the garden just like the room we’d been in for drinks.

“Dinner is served,” he said.

He opened the double doors like some sort of special ceremony and stood back to allow us to enter the large dining room.

It was another splendid display of wealth and opulence. The walls were papered with ornate pastel green wallpaper with gold swirls and the floor had black and white tiles arranged in a symmetrical pattern.

A large round oak table stood in the centre of the room, large enough for ten people, but only had places set for seven, equally spaced around it. There were a lot of glasses, crockery and cutlery laid out which looked equally as expensive. No wonder Helen had said hide the silver.

“Please be seated,” said Robert gesturing towards the dining table.

Tristan pulled the chair out for his wife and she shuffled in. He sat next to her. Sinner sat next to his father followed by Natalie and then Ice. I sat next to Ice and Pippa sat between me and her mother as we went full circle.

The men pulled the chairs out for the women to be seated and Robert did the honours for Pippa. It was very formal and gave me an insight as to how the British aristocracy must live. It was another world and one I could easily get used to.

I rubbed my hand up Ice’s leg under the table just to tease him and I whispered in his ear.

“Don’t forget to claim your prize tonight. The offer expires at midnight,” I whispered.

A huge grin crept across his face as he remembered I was going Escort to give up my ass to him for winning the wanking game earlier that week.

“I can’t wait,” he murmured under his breath.

I squeezed his thigh and gave him a slutty look before turning my attention back to everyone else.

Robert walked around to the head of the table and stood next to his master.

“Wine sir? May I recommend the Dom Perignon two-thousand-and-eight?” asked Robert politely.

“No, I think we’ll go with the Krug Grande Cuvée,” replied Tristan. “Better make it a couple of bottles to begin with and stick the rest on ice.”

I thought about being sarcastic and saying that Helen could do a case on her own, but I didn’t think it would go down very well.

“Very good sir.”

Robert shuffled off like he was gliding along the floor on air, whilst I tried to figure out which knife and fork to use. I knew you started on the outside and worked your way inwards, but that’s where my dining room etiquette ended. I was more of a snuggle-up-on-the-sofa-and-eat-a-takeaway kind of girl.

There was a small card on my plate which told us what each course consisted of. Course one was an hors d’oeuvre which was bruschetta. The appetiser was grilled lobster tails with lemon & herb butter, followed by a Caesar salad. The more I read it, the more it felt like an expensive hotel or restaurant. The main event was venison steak with sweet potato fries and garden vegetables and then key lime pie for dessert.

“Wow, this all sounds delicious,” said Natalie.

“Yes, our chef is very good,” said Tristan. “If there’s anything you don’t fancy just let Robert know and he’ll accommodate you with something else.”

I watched Pippa whispering to her mother, probably trying to calm her down which seemed to be working.

“So, Becca, what do you do for a living?” she asked.

I couldn’t decide if she was making an effort to be nice or if she already knew what I did and wanted to ridicule me.

“I work in a topless bar with Natalie,” I said. “The pays not great but the tips can be generous.”

“A topless bar?” she quizzed as though she’d never heard of such a thing.

“Yes, we serve drinks without a shirt or bra on,” I replied, looking her in the eye.

Pippa seemed excited but her mother looked horrified.

“How utterly vulgar,” she said turning her nose up. “Have you no self-respect?”

She’d gone down the ridiculing route after all.

“I have an amazing pair of breasts and enjoy having men looking at them whilst I earn money serving them drinks,” I said. “Why shouldn’t I show them off to people? One day they’ll be saggy and old and no one will be interested in them, so I’m making the most of it.”

As I mentioned saggy breasts, I looked at her chest to emphasise my point. She wasn’t that well-endowed but they weren’t exactly perky.

Pippa smirked at my comment and got a bitchy look from her mother.

Just as Helen was about to continue to verbally abuse me, Robert arrived with the champagne and she decided against it.

“The Krug Grande Cuvée, sir,” he said, holding out the bottle like waiters do. “Would you like to taste it?”

“No Robert, it’s fine, just pour it,” replied Tristan

The room fell into an awkward silence as the champagne was poured. He served Helen first and then the rest of the women before finishing with the men. By the time he’d poured everyone’s drinks, Helen had finished hers and had to have it refilled.

“It’s so good to have us all back together again,” said Tristan. “Here’s to family.”

He raised his glass in a toast and we all repeated his words.

“To family.”

After a quick sip of champagne the hors d’oeuvres arrived and we all started our dinner. Robert left us to it and retreated back to wherever he came from.

The food was sensational and obviously made with fresh ingredients. The portions were small but it didn’t matter as we were having five courses. The conversation shifted towards education as Tristan asked his children how they were getting on. He started with Pippa.

“How’s the studying coming along at university?” he asked.

“It’s going really well daddy. My last test scores were ninety percent,” she grinned proudly.

“What happened to the other ten percent?” he asked.

At first, I thought he was joking but his face told me that he wasn’t.

“Oh, come now, Tristan,” interrupted Helen. “Ninety percent is excellent.”

“I expect perfection from my little girl,” he replied. “Let’s hope your scores improve.”

“Sorry daddy, I’ll try harder,” she sighed.

Hearing her say ‘daddy’ the way she did just sounded wrong. I knew posh children often called their parents ‘mummy’ and ‘daddy’ even as grown-ups, but there was a sexual edge to it.

“What about you boys? I hope your test results are better than your last report,” he said, turning his interrogation onto the twins.

“We’re doing ok,” said Ice.

“How ok?”

“Around eighty percent.”

“Eighty? Escort Bayan That’s abysmal! That’s an expensive school I’m paying for, that’s nowhere near good enough,” snapped Tristan.

“We’re still top of our class,” added Sinner. “Chill out father. It’s not all about studying.”

“Of course it’s all about studying. These years are very important for all of you,” he now directed his pep talk at all of his offspring.

“You boys are spending too much time at those awful street races,” added Helen. “Maybe we should take your cars away from you so you can concentrate better on your studies.”

It was interesting to see the family dynamics. Tristan and Helen obviously had high hopes for their children but they were pushing them too hard. All work and no play wasn’t healthy for anyone and it was no wonder they were seeking alternatives.

They had all the money they could ever need and although it bought them material things it didn’t necessarily bring them excitement. The twins liked fast cars and sex with slutty girls and Pippa liked horses and god knows what else, when it came to sex.

“We all need some downtime daddy,” said Pippa.

“You’ve got some downtime for the next week, it’s half term, but you don’t think today’s influential people got where they did without hard work when they were younger, do you?” said Tristan.

Nat and I kept quiet; it wasn’t our place to butt in during a family discussion.

“Yes, but…” stammered Sinner.

“No buts,” interrupted Tristan. “These are the facts. You only have to look at the elections to see I’m right. Both of those fine men worked their socks off to become leaders of their parties and the one who has worked the hardest will become the next prime minister in only a few weeks. You don’t think they spent all their time racing cars and partying, do you?”

“I’m sure they did a little bit,” replied Ice. “No one is that perfect.”

“Looking at the slur campaign against the left, I’d say one of them isn’t as strait laced as he makes out,” said Pippa. “He’s losing popularity by the day according to the latest polls.”

“Well, that’s my point exactly. If he’s done things in the past that are coming back to haunt him, he should have thought about it before hand. Who knows what might become of the three of you in the future? You need to ensure that no one has any dirt on you that can be used against you in the future,” said Tristan.

“It doesn’t really matter father. Even if there isn’t any, people will just make it up,” said Ice. “The leader of the left is denying all the allegations.”

“Well, he’s hardly going to admit it, is he?” laughed Sinner.

“It would be nice if he did,” said Natalie. “I’d vote for a politician who could actually answer a question straight, rather than avoiding it.”

There was a brief pause as everyone looked at Natalie. Even I was surprised she’d spoken up.

“We never answer a question directly,” said Sinner. “It’s part of the training. If we answer with a definitive yes or no it can be used later to get back at us if we change our minds.”

“So, don’t change your minds. Stick to the answer and follow it through,” she said. “Isn’t that called being honest?”

“I really don’t think we’re going to listen to the political analysis of a street girl,” laughed Helen.

“Mummy stop it,” chastised Pippa. “Nat and Becca are our guests and you’ve done nothing but be mean to them since you met them. Just stop it.”

“Pippa my dear, these girls have no understanding of politics, they dance around with their boobs out for men to ogle at, their opinion doesn’t count for anything.”

She was really goading us now, but Natalie kept a cool head.

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” she shrugged. “Having a degree in economics probably doesn’t count for much.”

The room fell into a stunned silence.

Robert arrived to remove the first course and replace it with the lobster tail appetiser. After he left Tristan broke the silence.

“You have a degree in economics?” he said.

“Yeah, I’m not just a pretty face and a fantastic pair of tits,” she said.

Pippa and the boys burst out laughing and even Tristan smirked.

“And what about you Becca,” said Helen as though my name had left a bad taste in her mouth. “Do you have any hidden talents?”

“I do yes, but maybe you should ask your sons about that,” I said raising my eyebrows.

Pippa and the twins laughed again.

“Well really!” she spat. “That’s not a dining room conversation and certainly not very lady like.”

“I’m not a lady,” I pointed out. “I’m just a street girl, remember?”

There was more laughter from the rest of the family. Helen was now the brunt of the joke as her humiliation back fired on her.

She downed her third glass of champagne and tucked in to her appetiser, rather than risking another sarcastic comment from me.

Pippa rolled her eyes as if to say ‘oh dear, that didn’t go down very well’ and she too started eating her food. Ice squeezed my Bayan Escort thigh under the table to show his support.

“What are your thoughts on the elections, Becca?” asked Tristan who seemed to value my opinion unlike his wife.

“To be honest I haven’t really been following it,” I said. “I know we’ve got Hugh’s on the left and Wilson on the right but their policies seem very similar. Neither party is extreme left or extreme right. If you combine their differences and aimed them down the middle, I think the balance would be about right. It’s nothing more than a popularity contest if you ask me.”

I’d made a point of catching up on who was who and what the party policies were as I was expecting it to come up in conversation at some point. The twins were studying politics after all. Wilson was the guy with a scar on his chin and Hugh’s had ginger hair.

“Interesting philosophy,” he replied.

“I think if a political party had policies which supported both the people and country rather than one or the other, it would please most people.”

“Write this down boys,” giggled Tristan. “She’s talking a lot of sense.”

“You’re over simplifying it,” said Sinner. “It’s a lot more complicated than that.”

“I know, but having one party dragged through the mud just so that the other party can win, seems very childish to me,” I replied. “It doesn’t seem to be about who has the best policies or who’s doing the right thing for the people or the country, it’s about who can defend themselves better against media accusations and come out on top.”

“Slur campaigns are all part of politics,” said Ice. “But you are right. Whoever looks the best will win.”

“Well, I hear that Hugh’s s isn’t doing very well on that count,” said Pippa. “What is the slur campaign against him?”

“Oh, little sis, don’t you follow social media,” said Sinner, as though he was patronising a nine-year-old. “Hugh’s has been accused of screwing prostitutes, cheating on his wife and bribing people to keep it covered up. It’s the usual approach.”

“Is it true?” asked Natalie.

“Does it matter?” snorted Tristan. “He’s not going to come back from it, Wilson has as good as won it already.”

It was easy to see which side Tristan was voting for. In fact, the whole family seemed to be in Wilson’s court by the sound of their sniggers.

We had all finished our lobster tails by now and Robert was back once again to take away the plates and provide us with a fresh Caesar salad each.

“The food is amazing,” I said.

“Thank you, Miss Swanson, I’ll pass on your compliments to the chef,” said Robert, before he glided off again.

Helen had gone very quiet and at first, I thought it was because I’d made her into a laughing stock but that wasn’t the reason. She’d downed almost a whole bottle of champagne to herself in less than an hour and was looking like she wouldn’t make it to dessert. Her eyes were drooping and she looked half asleep.

“Is she alright?” I whispered to Pippa.

She glanced at her mother and then whispered back to me.

“She drinks more when she’s stressed,” she said. “She’ll be ok.”

She patted my thigh for reassurance as I watched Helen picking at her salad.

“Anyway, enough talk about politics, what have you got planned for our gorgeous visitors this weekend?” said Tristan sounding up beat.

“Please come horse riding with me tomorrow. Please, please please,” said Pippa gripping my thigh tighter.

I looked over at Sinner and Ice.

“She won’t take no for an answer Becca,” laughed Sinner. “It’s fine with us.”

“I guess I’m going riding then,” I shrugged at Tristan.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” cooed Pippa. “It’ll be so much fun. Natalie, are you coming too?”

“Hmmm horses scare me if I’m honest,” she replied. “I’ll give it a miss if that’s ok.”

“You can spend the morning at the pool with us if you like,” said Ice. “Then we can all meet up later.”

“Great,” beamed Pippa. “I can’t wait to show you around the grounds, we can go for a hack around daddy’s estate.”

Natalie and I had already planned to split up if the opportunity presented itself. It meant we could try and gather more information separately and then report back to each other at night when everyone was in bed. So far that plan was working.

I could ask leading questions to Pippa and Natalie could work her magic on the twins.

“You must show me your motor bikes too,” said Pippa excitably. “Maybe you could take me out on the back of it.”

“Of course,” I said.

“Not a chance in hell,” snapped Helen. “Those things are a death trap.”

Everyone seemed surprised that she’d said anything. I assumed we’d heard the last from her and that she’d fall asleep any second.

“Oh mummy, we won’t go too fast. Becca can run me to the gate house and back.”

“NO! I won’t have this little skank risking my daughter’s life,” she shouted.

The booze had definitely taken over but I wasn’t going to stand for that.

“I’m not a skank, Mrs Kingsley. Sure, I might be different to you, but there’s really no need to talk about me like that,” I said calmly.

“Oh shut up, I know what you are. I know what both of you are,” she said pointing at Nat and I with a jabbing finger.

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I was swimming in my pool one afternoon enjoying myself. School had just ended the week before so naturally I just wanted to swim during the hot summer days before I had to start college.

“Ethan! Mind if I join you?” I heard a voice say.

I look out of the water and standing by the pool is my aunt Danniel. She is wearing a red bikini that show off her large breasts and great butt. Danniel is the mild of my family always getting the guys, so her and my mom were always fighting back in the day but now my mom is married and Danniel was but got a divorce.

“Ethan!?!” Danniel says again.

“Oh sorry auntie, yeah you can come in.” I say still admiring the way her body moves.

“Nice to see that I can still get some attention from the men.” She says.

“Oh sorry I didn’t mean to start but you look great auntie” I say back to her making sure she sees me admiring her body.

“You’re so sweet.” Danniel says and I can see her cheeks turn red. “how was your last year of high school? Are you glad to be out?”

School comes easy to me I was always good at learning so I finished with a 4.0 and plan to go to college and get my medical degree. My aunt hasn’t really been here the last few years since she was traveling the world, so she is staying with us for the next week or two to catch up with my mom.

“Yeah I glad to be out but all I want to do is relax now.” I say

“I bet.” She says laughingly, “I was the same way.”

“Anyway I have to get out I have to type up a résumé for a job interview I have coming up so I will see you later.”

“No problem I will see you tonight for dinner yeah?”

“Yeah see you tonight.”

I get out and go to my room which has an overlooking Escort view of the pool so make sure to keep my blinds open, you know just for some looks. I sit there and look at my aunt swimming down below, her but jiggling as she kicks in the water. What am I thinking that is my aunt I shouldn’t look at here that way. So I get to work.

———30 min later———–

I am working on my computer when I start hearing some sounds coming down from the pool. I automatically think my aunt is drowning so I rush over to my window to see. Sitting on a lounge chair is my aunt with one hand in her vagina and another under her top rubbing her nipple.

I sit there and watch while my penis grows. I am hard looking at my aunt who is masturbating down by my pool. So I rush off to the bathroom to take care of my business.

That is when it starts, I start having dirty dreams of me fucking my aunt and loving it. I would go into her room and peep at here taking a shower but never getting a clear view of her 34 DD sizes breasts.

One day I was out swimming again when I start think of my aunt in dirty ways. I thought of here sucking my cock and doing things to me which I should not be thinking of because it is incest.

“You know you might want to take care of that.” I hear someone say.

I look over and standing there is my aunt and I have a tent in my trunks right now.

” Oh my god I am so sorry auntie, you should not be seeing this.”

“It’s alright boys will be boys, what are you thinking of a girlfriend or something?”

“Sort of”

“Sort of what is that supposed to mean”

“Nothing it means nothing, let me go take care of this.” I say and rush off to my Escort Bayan room

I sit on my bed stroking my cock think of Danniel doing it to me, when all of the sudden she bursts in the door.

A look of complete shocks comes over both of us as she sees my dick and I see her seeing my dick. I immediately cover up.

“What the hell auntie, what are you doing!”

“You were taking too long so I came to see what the problem was.” She says, “I am so sorry, but WOW.”

“What do you mean wow you should not have seen that.”

“It is so big though, you must pull so many girls.”

“I am your nephew you shouldn’t say that.”

“Listen I know you look at me in the shower so you must obviously want me so why don’t I help you out.”

I was so taken back about what she said I just sat there motionless. She knows how does she know I made sure to be secretive she can’t know. But as I look up I see here nipples are hard under here swimming suit and I just get harder under the blanket.

Danniel just calmly walks up and pulls the covers down. My 8 inch dick pops out and she just stares at it and I stare at her.

“Danniel this is so wrong we shouldn’t be doing this.

“On the contrary this is so right, I have wanted to do this for so long,” she says as she grabs my rock hard penis and starts to stroke it.

It feels wonderful you can tell she is experienced she takes nice even stroke knowing when to squeeze and when to not. Then she does something I wasn’t expecting she puts the whole thing right in her mouth.

I feel her young swirling around my dick it is the best feeling I have ever felt. Most girls I dated weren’t up for oral sex so I never really Bayan Escort had the chance and this was the best first time anyone could of had. Danniel takes the whole thing in and hold sit there then back out and repeats all while looking at me with her beautiful brown eyes.

“Oh this feels so wonderful” I say as I moan.

“But I am about to cum”

I can feel it coming and I don’t want to do it in her mouth so I start to pull out but grabbed me and held it there. I came and she took all of it.

“Wow that was great but know I want you to fuck me in the pussy and pleasure me, make me cum Ethan I want you to cum inside me.”

So I grabbed her and laid her down on the bed pulling her swim suit off. She spread her legs and had a look of great desire on her face wanting me inside her.

I slowly pushed my penis inside her taking in all the feelings of her wet pussy around me dick. She squeezed her vaginal muscles making it harder for me to go in. In felt so good so I started to faster and faster beating my dick inside her. Danniel moans and moans once in a while letting out a scream loving what we were doing.

“Oh Ethan you feel so good I love this don’t stop please go harder, harder , HARDER!!” As she screams

Then I feel her juices as she cums on me. It was the best feeling I have ever felt. It was the best sex I have ever had. She turns me over and rides me as we continue fucking.

“I am going to cum again auntie!”

“Do it do it in me I want to in me!” She yells.

As she is riding me I cum inside of her feeling in shoot out of me inside of her.

“Oh auntie that was the best sex I have ever had.”

“That was wonderful Ethan I can’t wait for what else we will do in these next few weeks.”

“You mean we can fuck again?”

“Honey you can fuck me as much as you like.”

Danniel leans over and we start to kiss our tongues dancing around each other’s mouths in a passionate embrace of love.

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