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Author’s Notes: This work is copyrighted by the author. All characters are over the age of eighteen. This is an entry in the 2015 Valentine’s Day Contest; votes and comments are encouraged on this story.

Thanks to editor saltysooner for all his hard work in editing this story for me.

*****

Chad and his daughter Brittany had a great Christmas holiday and New Year’s Eve was even better when they welcomed the New Year with a fantastic group fuck that began in 2014 and lasted into the beginning of 2015. Her friend Nikki invited them to join her at her uncle’s club on New Year’s Eve and when they arrived, she showed them to the club V.I.P. room. It wasn’t long before the three of them were in bed fucking and sucking until it was 3am in the morning. When they left then club later, they all promised to get together again to continue where they left off.

Chad planned to treat Brittany to a special Valentine’s Day weekend getaway in mountain cabin that Chad inherited from his grandfather. He visited the cabin earlier in the week without Brittany’s knowledge so that he could turn on the utilities, stock the pantry, and make it immediately ready for is daughter when they arrived. When he told his daughter of the trip, she decided to give him an unexpected Valentine’s gift of her own. She called her friends Kate, Nikki, and Sarah and asked if they wanted to show up at the cabin to surprise her father. Kate and Nikki jumped on the offer to have a weekend of great sex with Chad and Brittany, but Sarah was going to be out of town visiting her grandmother in Florida.

Friday morning, Chad and Brittany left to go up to the cabin. On the drive up, they chatted about what they wanted to do when they arrived. They decided they wanted to spend some time skiing, but after a four-hour drive, the first thing they wanted to do was relax in the cabin. Brittany also sent text messages to her girlfriends giving them more detailed directions to the cabin without her daddy noticing. When Chad pulled the car in front of the cabin, Brittany was amazed. She expected to see something like a small, one-room log cabin, but instead, the cabin was huge and modern-looking. When Chad saw the look on her face, he smiled and told her there were other surprises inside.

“I’ll grab the bags and take them in. You can wait here in the car while I make sure everything’s ready, and then I’ll come back and get you in a minute, baby.”

Brittany didn’t mind because she wanted to get ready for her daddy while he was away.

When Chad returned, he found Brittany standing outside the car in her long fur coat, white snow boots, white fur hat, and a scarf.

“I have a little surprise for you, too, Daddy!” she said with a smile. When she opened her long fur coat, Chad saw that she was naked underneath except for her thigh high white stockings with a baby blue ribbon on each thigh.

Chad immediately fixated on her nice tan tits with their pink areolae and eraser size nipples standing out on the cold air. His eyes traveled down her flat stomach to her freshly shaven pussy and he felt his cock beginning to respond under his clothes. She started to walk towards him still holding her coat open, but slipped in the icy snow covering the ground. Chad caught her around the waist before she fell in the snow, and after catching his balance, he kissed her lips. He barely felt her nipples rubbing against his coat, but it was enough to cause her to giggle from the feeling of rough fabric scratching over them.

Chad could see she was getting quite cold standing outside like that. “How about daddy takes you inside and warms you up?” he asked.

“I think I like that idea, daddy.” Brittany replied. “My poor little nipples are getting awful cold out here.”

*****

When Saturday morning came, Chad rolled looked at his pretty little girl sleeping next to him with a smile on her face. He kissed her lips softly and whispered, “Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetie.”

Brittany’s eye’s slowly opened and she took a moment to remember where they were. When she did, she gave a big smile and stretched her arms over her head remembering the wonderful night of sex her daddy shared with her. She sat up partway and the sheet fell away from her chest, revealing the beautiful tits that her daddy loved. They still had some of the dried remnants of his cum on them and she thought about how he sat over her and squirted his final load over them. Before that, he had filled her pussy with so much cum that she had a huge cream pie for him to eat.

Chad sucked her tits until both nipples were hard again and then she rolled over on top of him for a long session of 69. When he finally came and filled her mouth with his warm salty cream, she remembered that her friends would be showing up in the evening and she wanted to make sure her daddy was well rested for them.

“Mmmm… I love your cock and eating your cum, daddy,” she said in a dreamy voice. “But let’s go out and do something else for a while so that marmaris seks hikayeleri you have time to make a lot of fresh cum for me to enjoy after dinner.”

“Okay, sweetie,” Chad replied. “If that’s what my baby girl wants to do, then let’s get cleaned up, have some breakfast, and go skiing.”

They showered together like they always did and Chad got dressed and made breakfast while Brittany dried her hair. After they finished eating and she put the dishes in the washer, they bundled up for the cold weather and grabbed their ski gear. Chad loaded everything into the SUV and they headed to the ski slopes to spend the day being father and daughter instead of lovers.

They returned from skiing both tired and excited. They took another shower together and enjoyed an especially long time making sure they were clean all over. When they finished, they both felt refreshed and ready to relish the evening. After getting dressed, Chad went to the kitchen to start working on the girls’ Valentine’s Day dinner. Brittany followed him in a few minutes later after reading a text from her girlfriends. They were about an hour away and looking forward to joining Brittany and her daddy for some weekend fun.

Chad made a tossed salad, chicken parmesan, and fettuccine alfredo for their Valentine’s Day meal. It was his daughter’s favorite dish, He had just finished making everything and Brittany was setting the table when there was a knock at the door. Chad looked up in surprise, but Brittany quickly finished putting down the last place setting and then hurried to answer the door. Chad heard louds squeals of excitement from several the girls as Brittany welcomed her girlfriends inside and wondered what was going on.

When the girls entered the kitchen, they all said, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Daddy!” Chad saw Brittany with three other lovely ladies. He knew Nikki and Kate from previous encounters, but he didn’t recognize the sexy Hispanic babe with brunette hair and very full DD cups.

“Wait daddy, before you ask,” Brittany started. “This is Nikki’s cousin, Amber. Nikki asked me if it was cool for her to come up and join us. I told her it would be awesome since Sarah wasn’t able to join our party.”

Chad looked back and forth at Nikki and Amber trying to understand the very obvious differences in their appearance. As if reading his mind, Nikki chimed in, “Her mom is my dad’s sister and she married a guy from Brazil. I just happen to look more like my black mom and Amber takes after her Brazilian dad.”

“I got you,” Chad said. “Brittany, have you talked to Amber about our little group?”

Before Brittany could answer, Amber jumped in. “Yeah Mister B, they told me all about it. I know you’ve been fucking my cousin Nicki and a couple of Brittany’s other friends. Kate and Nikki told me they really enjoyed it. They also told me you’ve were fucking your daughter first and they even had threesomes with the two of you. After hearing all their stories, I just had to see it for myself. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all, sweetie,” he replied. Changing the subject, he continued, “You girls got here just in time; dinner is ready, so Brittany will show you where the guest room is so you can put your things away and later, I’ll show Miss Amber what she’s been missing.”

As everyone sat around the table enjoying the dinner Chad prepared, the girls noisily chatted about their summer plans and exchanged stories about the boys that had been chasing them lately. When they got to talking about their sex lives, Brittany, Kate, and Nikki were unanimous in saying that they preferred being with a man to fucking those “little boys.” Chad laughed aloud at their comment.

“What’s so funny, daddy?” Kate asked.

“Oh nothing, baby. I just enjoy hearing the about the three of you loving an old guy like me more than some young boy.”

“Daddy, you’re not old and you’re much better then any of those little boys in lots of ways,” Brittany countered.

“Not only can you cook and take care of us, but you have a great cock, too!” concluded Nikki.

After that, everybody got up and pitched in to clean up after dinner. After the table was cleared and the dirty dishes loaded into the dishwasher, Brittany told her father the girls were going to change and get ready for the hot tub.

The back porch was screened with a mini bar on one side and a long built-in table top bar with four bar stools on the opposite side. The hot tub adjoined the mini-bar which also provided a large enough surface for everyone to set their drinks while they were in the spa. When he was preparing the house earlier in the week, he installed some Plexiglas sheets over all the porch screens and picked up a small space heater so that it wouldn’t be too cold for anyone outside of the hot tub.

Chad walked past the guest room and heard the girls giggling inside. He knocked briefly on the door and told them he was going to change clothes and then make cocktails for their party. Even though all the girls were under 21, Chad didn’t have a problem with them drinking in his house as long as he was around and they were not going anywhere else.

Chad changed into a pair of board shorts and went back to the kitchen to prepare a special drink he designed himself. He called it “The Joker”; it was made with a shot of Jack Daniels, a shot of peach schnapps, some honey, 1/3 cup lime juice, a few blackberries, simple syrup and lemon/lime Sprite.

All the girls came through the kitchen with large beach towels around their upper bodies. They continued out the backdoor and onto the porch. As they were closing the door behind them, Chad let them know he was almost finished and would join them shortly. He could hear them in the hot tub splashing a little and chattering more about sex when Amber spoke up loudly.

“Okay, the three of you have talked a big game about Brittany’s dad, and don’t get me wrong. He’s pretty sexy for a man of his age, but the way you talk, it’s like he has the biggest dick any of you have seen.”

At that moment, Chad walked out with a large pitcher his special concoction in one hand and several cups in the other. He was pleased, but not surprised to see all four of his lovely young girls relaxing in the hot tub and completely naked.

“Daddy, I think you’re a little over dressed for this party,” Brittany chided. “You need to lose those shorts!” He held out the pitcher and cups to Nikki to share with the others and when she rose up out of the water to take the drinks from Chad, he noticed a new tattoo above her pussy. She saw him looking down at her freshly shaven pussy and maneuvered to give him a clear view of the words, “Big Daddy’s.”

“Hurry and get out of those shorts, Big Daddy,” Nikki teased.

Chad was glad to make the girls happy, so he briefly went inside to get out of his shorts and grab a towel for himself. When he came back out, Brittany, Kate, and Nikki smiled at one another and then looked over at Amber who was transfixed by the sight of Chad’s large cock swinging back and forth between his legs as he approached.

“HOLY SHIT!” Amber cried out. “That thing looks like a horse’s cock, not a man’s.”

Chad laughed. “I don’t know about that,” he said. Amber was almost speechless at seeing his massive cock. Even though she could tell it was still very soft, it had to be at least eight inches long. He reached down and held it up with one hand. “Why don’t you see for yourself if it’s real?” he challenged.

Brittany leaned over, “Go on. Check it out. Since you’re the newbie here and we’ve already enjoyed it plenty, you can have him first.” Amber glanced at the other two girls and then back over to Chad before rising up and stepping out of the spa. After descending the outside steps to the tub, she walked seductively over to Chad with her hips swaying as she approached him.

“It looks even larger up close and personal,” Amber declared approvingly.

She took his flaccid dick in her hand and starts to stroke it back and forth. It felt even wider in her hand than it looked and she could barely get her fingers completely around it. She reached up and kissed Chad hard on the lips while still stroking his fat fucking dick with her left hand. When she finally pulled away from her intense kiss, Amber began a trail kisses down Chad’s body. She took her time and could tell he was enjoying the teasing of her lips. After working her way down from his muscular chest down to his pelvis, Amber knelt down in front of Chad’s monster cock. It had grown significantly under her expert touch, but she could feel that he still wasn’t completely hard.

“How big does this thing get?” she wondered to herself. “Are you sure you aren’t half-black, Mister B?” she asked.

“Nope, I’ve just been blessed with a long, fat cock,” he replied.

“Well, as long as it tastes good, I don’t care if it’s white, black, or purple,” she said. She wrapped her long, slender fingers around his dick again and slowly worked both hands over his still-growing shaft.

“Damn that dick is so hard now!” she whispered as she pumped it slowly. Chad could only moan in delight and hope she would take it in her mouth soon.

She had his cock standing straight out from his body and could see it bobbing slightly with each of his heartbeats. She pulled it down a little with one hand and started slapping his hard cock against her nipples.

“I like that,” she said softly as she rubbed the head of his cock back and forth across her tit.

Pre-cum was already leaking from the tip of Chad’s cock and it left a trail of sticky fluid around her nipples. Still holding his cock with one hand, Amber raised her tit with her other hand and looked into his eyes; Chad saw a gleam of hunger in her eyes just before she lowered her head and began sucking and licking her own nipple.

“Fuck,” was all Chad could whisper she held his cock tightly in one hand and he watched her tongue tease around her nipple.

When she looked back up, Chad saw her lips were coated with his pre-cum. Amber made a show of slowly pulling her tongue back into her mouth and causing a thin trail of his clear liquid to extend from her lips to her tongue.

“Goddamn, that’s hot!” Chad exclaimed.

“Bet you know what’s even better,” Amber cooed. She leaned forward, placed her lips just above his cock and blew lightly on the tip. Chad moaned as just her hot breath caused his aching dick to twitch in her hand. Her smile grew as she placed her lower lip against the tip of his cock slid it back and forth. A whimper escaped him and she continued to smile against his cock. She resumed jerking him off and moved her other hand up between his legs to cup his heavy balls.

Giving his balls a gentle squeeze, she noted, “Mmm… these balls feel nice and full.” She squeezed them a couple more times almost to the point of causing pain, and Chad briefly worried about what she was going to do next.

Her tongue kept teasing around the head of his cock and even probing into the small slit at the tip. It was all Chad could do to not thrust his hips forward and shove his cock in her mouth. Before he could try it, though, Amber pulled her mouth away but maintained her firm grasp of his member.

Holding it by the root, she began slapping it the head of his cock against her big soft tits. When she tired of that, Amber released his cock and grabbed her tits to wrap them around it. Once she had it captured between her huge round globes, she moved them moved up and down over the shaft trapped between them.

“Oh, damn,” Chad moaned as he watched his cock slide between her full breasts.

“You like titty fucking me?” she asked innocently. “You like how your big fat hard dick looks between them?”

“Oh, yeah!” he gasped.

She stopped her movements and said, “Go ahead, fuck them,” she commanded.

Chad moved his hips thrusting his cock between her tits and Amber added to the thrill by lowering her head and flicking her tongue out, giving his sensitive head a quick lick each time. He moaned each time her soft wet tongue caressed his swollen head and she when she looked up to smile at him, he saw the sticky remnants of more pre-cum glistening on them,

“You want my mouth don’t you?” she said in a slightly authoritative voice.

“Yes, oh please,” Chad begged. She had him so excited, Chad was aching for release.

“Yeah, you want your daughter’s friend to suck your pretty cock?” she continued to tease in a more dominating tone.

“Oh God, I would love for you to do that.”

Amber looked over her shoulder and saw the other three girls were watching her with Chad and playing with themselves.

“Just because your daughter is watching and you’ve been a good boy, I’ll let you be the Big Daddy and I’ll be your other little daughter. What do you want me to do, Daddy? Amber asked.

“I want you to suck my fat cock like a good little girl,” Chad told her.

“It will be my pleasure, Daddy,” Amber winked and released his cock from her tits. She grabbed his cock and without hesitation, took him deep into her mouth.

Chad cried out in pleasure as she took his hard flesh into her warm, wet mouth. Amber held him there and shook her head back and forth with her tongue swirling around his shaft and her teeth rubbing the sensitive area just behind the fat, swollen head. Chad moaned loudly again when Amber changed her movements and bobbed her head slowly to run her soft lips up and down the length of his cock. He started to reach for her head, but stopped because he wasn’t sure how much of his cock she could really take. Amber saw his movement and gave a naughty giggle with her mouth still consuming his cock, She grabbed one of his hands and placed it in her hair as encouragement.

Chad wrapped his fingers into her long brunette hair and pushed and pulled gently guiding her head along his think throbbing dick. Amber sighed and Chad saw her eyes roll back as she continued to suck on him. Chad looked down her back; taking in her round bubbly ass and saw her hips were moving, grinding in circles. He could see she was getting excited giving him a blow job and that caused Chad’s already excited cock to twitch and jump around in her mouth.

Amber eased his cock from her mouth and ran her tongue down one side of Chad’s cock and up the other. He shivered at the sensation of her firm wet tongue and could already feel his legs shaking. He wanted to fuck her so bad; he could feel his throat getting dry with anticipation.

Sensing his distress from her constant teasing, Amber smiled. She took his balls in her hand again and a slight pressure reminded Chad who was really in control. Looking up at him, she worked her tongue into the slit of his cock and then made a show of coming away with a sticky line of her saliva joining them. She made a show of sucking it back to the source and opening wide let a long glob of spit drip down his cock.

She quickly sucked him back into her mouth, making loud slurping sounds as she sucked her spit from his cock. “God, she’s fucking incredible!” Chad thought in ecstasy.

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Jasmine

She was out on a date, a blind date set up for her by her friend at work, although for how long they would be friends was now in doubt. She was sitting opposite the man in a restaurant and hated it.

It wasn’t the man’s looks, they were okay, it was his narcissism, crudity and hubris she found intolerable. Behind where she sat was a mirror and she could see the man constantly admiring himself in it as he told her in considerable detail what he would do to her once they got back to his flat.

“Baby, it’ll be the greatest fuck you’ve ever had,” he assured her.

“Not with you it won’t,” Jasmine said to herself. For a start she hated being called “baby,” and another thing she detested was being taken for granted. It was true she had come on the date expecting and wanting to be fucked, in fact she had been geared up for it until she met her date, but she liked to be wooed.

The man made her feel like a slut, and she inwardly admitted that this was probably what she had become and was hating herself for it, but it had taken this date to drive that home to her, and she was close to tears.

She stood saying, “I’ll be back in a moment,” and headed for the toilets, but out of sight of the man she veered and made her way to the exit. Passing through the lobby the floor manager accosted her and in a phoney French accent asked, “Is Madame leaving?”

“Yes.”

“The gentleman mardin seks hikayeleri said that you would be settling the bill.”

Jasmine gasped. Did his arrogance stretch that far that he thought he was worth buying? Desperate to get away Jasmine snatched the bill from the manager, glanced at it, and fumbling in her handbag paid the bill.

Outside she hailed a taxi and made her way home.

Adrian

Adrian sat in an armchair, despondently thinking about his mother. He knew what she had suffered when his father had gone off with another woman, it had devastated her, and he understood her dilemma.

On the one hand she no longer trusted men, and on the other hand she needed to know she was still attractive to them. About her attractions Adrian had no doubts, and this was agonising for him. Many nights he had sat like this, miserably visualising his mother with her current date.

Was she on top of the man, riding him frantically as she came to orgasm, or was he on top of her pumping his cum into her vagina? Was he licking her genitals, or did she have his penis in her mouth letting him fill it with his sperm? In his wild imagination Adrian visualised his mother in a multitude of sexual acts, all of which he wanted to perform with her himself.

The difference as he saw it was that he loved her, loved her dearly, but these men she dated were only using her, or was she using them?

The thought of her with a man produced two seemingly contrary effects in him. He loathed the images he had of her being fucked by these men, but at the same time he was sexually aroused as he imagined them doing to his mother what he longed to do with her.

It was almost as if he was voyeuristically watching her and he would get an erection and masturbate, fantasising his mother as he ejaculated.

The most agonising thing of all was the fact that they had confessed to each other their mutual attraction, but the incest taboo stood between them and fulfilment of their love.

And so Adrian sat in his misery, his penis erect as he thought of his beloved mother in the embrace of the man she was dating that night. He was contemplating masturbating when he heard the click of the front door being opened.

Jasmine and Adrian Jasmine entered the house and made her way to the living room to find Adrian sitting there, looking at her, surprised.

“Mum, why are you home so early, you were…?”

Jasmine interrupted him, “Have you come today, darling?”

Adrian shook his had, “No.”

“Would you like to come in me?” she asked.

“Mum, you know we can’t.”

“Yes we can,” Jasmine whispered, and kneeling in front of him she pulled down the zip of his flies and took out his penis. She gently caressed it for a few moments, and then standing she took of her panties, pulled up her skirt she sat across him.

Lowering herself on him she felt his penis enter her vagina and she began to rise and lower herself on him as he gazed at her silent and amazed.

Jasmine, with her eyes closed, moved slowly, the only sounds she made were gasps until her orgasm took control of her.

“Mmm…mmm…oh…ohaaah…”

Adrian moaned, “I’m coming mum,” and Jasmine pressed down on his penis to receive the first discharge of his cum, and then continued her slow movements. She felt Adrian empty himself into her, and opening her eyes asked, “Was that good for you darling?”

“Yes, and for you?” Adrian asked.

“Yes darling,” Jasmine replied.

“I didn’t make love with as I’ve always wanted to,” Adrian said.

“Never mind darling,” Jasmine replied, and kissing him softly on the lips said, “We shall have lots of time for that.”

Epilogue

They did have lots of time for that. There were no more dates, blind or otherwise for Jasmine, unless her nightly love making with Adrian can be considered a date.

And Adrian? He no longer has to sit at home visualising his mother with other men because now she is his lover as well as his mother.

They both agreed that they had been foolish, when meeting their needs had been really so simple all the time.

Jasmine did continue her friendship with her work colleague because she believed that it had been the blind date she had organised that had led her to meet her sexual needs with her beloved son.

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Reader, this story is of a boy who accidentally chases his own mother into seduction. It’s a story of a boy fucking up his father, then he resolves to take his mother away from him, and succeeds.

*****

I was making my way through our town, 200 in my pocket burning a hole waiting to be spent. But I as yet, didn’t have a clue as to what to spend it on. I needed a new smart phone but the one I liked was twice that price. My own phone was dodgy to say the least, so dodgy I had thrown it on the dresser in disgust before I left home.

The 200 was birthday money, my eighteenth, my dad knew I wanted a new phone so I was hoping he might just make up the difference for me, no fucking chance! I had hinted at it, but the bastard just blew me off, cunt! I thought nastily. I was window shopping, staring teary eyed at the phone I wanted.

So I went into the markets having a gander here and there. And as I studied them, to my astonishment, as I was looking in a window that sold new, and second hand. The guy in the shop leaned in and propped ‘My’ phone on a little stand and the price was 140! It looked brand new but it wasn’t, it couldn’t have been, not at that price. I dashed in and asked him about it before anyone else could.

He told me there was a manufactures fault with it, he had been told to keep it by the maker as the fault wasn’t deemed to be repairable. The sim card holder was faulty, but usable, if you take care of it, he said. I asked to see it, and as soon as I looked I knew my dad’s friend, who is a watch maker could mend it.

I bought it on the spot, and as I didn’t have my sim card with me, so I asked him, would he throw in an old one, or a throwaway one. He grumbled, but I got it. I went through it all and it was perfect, I nearly shot my load in my pants I was that excited. All the apps were there, you name it, it had it. I went outside with it, I was like a kid with a new toy.

I was delirious about it, and that when I decided to call the only number I did know, my home phone number. Mom was at home I’ll call her I thought. Then I thought with a laugh, “she won’t know who I am calling will she?” So I decided to have some fun before telling her it was me.

I heard the phone ringing at home, “Hello, this is Lucy can I help you?” I heard my mother’s sultry voice say. That’s when I faltered, I suddenly didn’t know what to say. I got a flash of her in my head speaking, and I saw the woman all my friends had the fucking hots for. Quickly, I rang off, I had to think before I spoke, ‘you fucking dolt!’ I told myself.

My mother is lovely even if I do say so myself, and I get pissed when my friends let me know, but I already know she is don’t I? She my mother for fucks sake.

I am eighteen, two days ago. My mother is exactly twenty years older than me, we share the same birthday. And let me tell you she is a gorgeous woman, she isn’t one of those stand out beauties you see in the fashion mags, advertising lipstick or shampoo. But there is something my mom has that they don’t. It’s hard to define, she turns heads, she’s natural, not standoffish, nice to be with.

Her hair is down to and just past her shoulders, light brown, almost blond in certain light. She’s about 5ft 6″ or so. Weighs about, and I’m guessing here, around 110lb maybe a little more. She always says she’s too fat, and that makes everyone around her roll their eyes. Her best feature, in my humble opinion is her eyes, followed by her smile.

Her eyes are huge, wide, symmetrical, high brows, long lashes, and light green, they are amazing. And when she gets annoyed at something, they flash like the stars at night, glinting like a lighthouse on a faraway hill. And when she zones in on you, you know about it. As a child on her knee, I remember staring at them wondering what they would do next, not knowing yet what I was looking into.

And those eyes, coupled with that smile was a devastating combination, one I became aware of when I started noticing girls. I would find myself comparing them to her, and wondering why they didn’t have what my mom had. Her smile was wide and gracious, she seemed to give you it. her lips were full and generous.

I did notice that when lot of women, or in my case girls smiled, it appeared to change the look of their faces. Moms didn’t, hers got better. I used to say to myself, how can she look better, when she smiles, when she already looks so good when she doesn’t?

But it was the attention my friends displayed when she was around, that turned me on to just how gorgeous she was, and then later, just how sexy she is. It was amazing, my friends would be tongue tied near her. I’m sure she knew, she was always nice and kind to them, and sometimes gruff with me.

This made me jealous on occasions, and I would let her know about it. Mom would give me a look that said, ‘don’t worry Jamie, I know, I know.’ I had to keep my friends at bay, the thought of maybe one of then getting her made me want to be sick, I maraş seks hikayeleri hated it. I began to want her for myself, but if there is anyone out there who can, or who could have told me how to get her myself, I’d like to hear about it please.

I have no real idea if my mom and dad are as happy in their marriage as you hear about, or read about, but I didn’t think so They have their rows, arguments, disagreements, not talking periods etc. But if anyone was to blame, thn I always thought my dad was the wrongdoer. I also wondered if they had both been faithful to the other.

I did know that any man who had someone who looked like mom did, or was a nice and sexy as she was, then playing away shouldn’t have been in the equation. But I do know mom accused him of it a couple of times, when I was supposed to be out of earshot. And I have no idea if she had either, but I didn’t think so.

With my friends being like they were I was beginning to suspect that she liked the boys, younger men. More undivided attention, better virility, that sort of thing. She liked them being around, and despite it making me unreasonably jealous, I was sure she liked the attention too. She liked being in their minds eye, exciting them. Don’t get me wrong, mom never encouraged them one bit. She was she, and that was that.

So back to my phone call, I rang again, and this time I was ready, I had done a bit of rehearsing, and hoped I was ready for any impromptu answers I might have to make.

“Hi, is that Lucy?” I asked in a low, but hopefully manly voice she wouldn’t recognise. She wasn’t expecting this unknown call, so I might get away with it.

“Yes this is she,” she replied, I could see her in my mind, phone in hand and right next to her smiling mouth. And that was when I became properly sexually attracted to her, and I mean sexually attracted. “I hope you don’t mind me saying this Lucy, but I think you are just so beautiful.” I said, then I waited for the explosion. It never came, there was silence at the other end. I nearly clicked the phone off.

Then she said, “Why thank you, that’s a lovely thing to say. But strangers don’t say that to someone, without introducing themselves?”

“I’m sorry,” I said, “you don’t know me, so I can’t, but I did want you to know that you are appreciated in this way.” Then scared out of my wits I clicked the phone off. Ten seconds later it rang, it was my home phone number on the screen.

I opened it, and said before she could say anything. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I just wanted you to know how beautiful I think you are.”

“Who are you please?” she asked me.

Again, I said, “Please don’t ask Lucy, I can’t tell you. I have no wish to cause trouble in any way. I just believe that you have the right to know that there is someone out here, who admires you in every way.”

Mom took the initiative then, “Well,” she said, “I do appreciate being appreciated, its been a long time since someone has I can tell you.” That knocked me sideways, surely my dad appreciated her, he had to.

“Your husband must Lucy, surely he must?” I asked, and I nearly said mom too!

“Mmmmm, well we won’t go there thank you,” she said, then silence. I was stuck for words now, was she feeling a little down, depressed, unloved, not wanted, I wished I knew?

“Look Lucy, I’m sorry, I have to go,” I told her, “I have an appointment to keep, but can I ring you again, say at three this afternoon?” I was sure to get the elbow now.

“If you wish,” she said, “but I want to know who you are too!” she told me. What a fucking turn up, I thought. My mom seemed to have been taken in by my ruse. I wondered, and it was painful thought at that, she might think it could be one of my friends, I hoped not, I really did.

“Hello beautiful lady,” I said, right on three o clock. “Hope you don’t mind, but it’s your secret admirer.” I heard her snigger, chuckle, giggle, whatever it was, I heard it.

“Why do you say I’m beautiful?” she said.

“Where are you right now?” I asked, knowing full well she was in the hall.

“I’m in my hallway, why?”

“Is there a mirror there?” I said, again knowing full well there was. “Yes, why?” she asked.

“Look in it,” I said.

“I am, and?”

I laughed myself now, “Then tell me what you see isn’t beautiful,” I told her quietly.

Now mom laughed, “You are a cheeky young devil, aren’t you?

“How do you know I am young Lucy?”

“You have to be,” she said throatily, “only a young guy would be like this. Not having the courage to chat up an older woman in the open!”

Now it was my turn to be surprised. “Okay you have me Lucy, I am guilty as charged,” I told her.

“So, who are you Hmmmm?”

“I can’t tell you Lucy, I could get into real trouble here. She didn’t know I also now had a massive hard on now too.

“I hope you’re not one of Jamie’s friends, that would be a problem, you’re dead right there.” She told me.

“I’m not, you are safe on that score,” I said relieved, at least she wasn’t thinking it was one of my buddies trying to get into her knickers.

“Right, we’ve established you’re not a friend of Jamie’s, so come on big guy, who are you?” I couldn’t believe my mom was talking like this, having this kind of conversation with another man. Thinking quickly, and dancing on my feet I took a bit of a plunge.

“Well Lucy,” I said, you are partly right in one sense, “I am a big guy.” I didn’t add, ‘down there, nod nod, wink wink.’

“Are you now,” she sniggered, “Hope you don’t mind me saying so, but I have heard that before, and someone’s idea of a ‘big guy’ hasn’t been mine!” My dick was about to pop, to take a bit of heat out of the situation, maybe turn it around a little, and allow me to regroup.

I said. “Maybe you haven’t had the chance for a close up inspection for a while.” I told her, “Your voice sounds really sexy Lucy, maybe you could get a surprise hey?”

“Humph,” she muttered, how had I got to here, my mom was discussing sex with a stranger? “I doubt you could surprise me young man, whoever you are.”

Another plunge for me, “I guess from the way you’re speaking, hubby isn’t cutting it anymore?” I deliberately made it sound a little disparaging, give her chance for a defence. Her answer floored me nearly.

“He hasn’t been cutting it, as you so eloquently put it for years, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” She apologised. Now I knew my mom was dissatisfied with my dad. And without knowing what I was doing, or even thinking of where I might end up. My beautiful sexy mother was telling a stranger that she was sexually deprived.

“It’s okay to speak like that, you need to get things out sometimes, and I promise you, it will never go any further,” I told her, “I understand,” I told her soothingly.

“Thank you stranger, I appreciate that.” She said to me. “But now,” she said, “I must go, please forgive me, but if you want to, you can call tomorrow?” I was beside myself, I didn’t know what or where, but I was going to pursue this all the way. Somehow I had uncovered a chink in my mom’s armour.

“Can I have your phone number too please?” I asked her, she gave it to me without hesitation. “Lucy, you gorgeous beautiful and if I may say so, very sexy lady, you have made my day, thank you. You have no idea how happy I am today.” I told her seriously. There was a silence at the other end. Shit, I thought, I’ve gone too fucking far.

Then she spoke, “And I thank you too, you,” she breathed huskily down the phone, “believe it or not, have made my day too. It’s nice that someone has noticed me enough for this to happen. And do you know what, I don’t care who you are either. Just as long as you promise me you are not a friend of Jamie’s, which would not be good.”

“I’m not, I am who I am,” then before I could keep my big mouth shut, I said, “Would you like a photo, of my big guy?” All I heard was a gasp, then a giggle.

“Go on then surprise me,” she said, then the phone clicked off. I looked at it as if my fingers were burned to it. I had just had the most amazing sexy phone call, with an astonishingly lovely sexy woman, a dirty minded guy could make, and with my own mother.

I went into a public bar, bought a rink and went to the toilet, in there I took several photos of my proud dick in one hand. It was hard, fully fledged, and obviously ready to go. I discarded them all but two. Making sure there were no distinguishing marks, I built up the courage and sent them to her cell.

An envelope appeared on the screen, a text had arrived. I gingerly open it, it said, “Oh my gosh, you weren’t kidding were you, I have to confess, that is quite impressive, for a young man that is.”

I wrote right back, “I don’t tell lies Lucy, and its more impressive in real life.”

She sent back a smiley face with blushing cheeks.

I wrote, “Any way it’s your fault it’s like that, no one else could have done it.”

“What do you mean?” she wrote.

“You made it like it is, it’s something I have for you Lucy, only you can make it like that, and go away too. Although that might be difficult for you to do, make it go away that is!”

I never heard anymore, and I dare not push it, I thought I had done enough for one day. I had pushed her harder than was plausibly reasonable. I had no idea my mom was this way. She was teasing me too, and the reason had to be her home life, sex, or lack of it. Loving and caring, or rather lack of it. But I had been taken over by it too. Talking this way to my own mother, even though she never knew it was me.

I went home, and was almost frightened to see her, what would she be like, would she grab me and call me a dirty sexual predator, a pervert for writing things like that. I was a disgusting human being. I walked in and sort of edged around her. She grabbed me, gave me a hug and asked me how my day had been. She seemed really happy, I looked at her stunned.

That one hug made my mind up, I was going after her with all I had. “You seem happy mom, what’s happened, won the lottery?” I said with a pleasing, grin on my face.

“I suppose I have Jamie, looking at it that way, I feel like I have anyway,” she told me. My prick nearly burst the front of my pants, and I couldn’t stop myself from pressing it ever so slightly into her. She didn’t register anything, but I’m sure she had to have felt it. I stepped away quickly.

“It really is nice to see you like this again mom, I don’t want to harp on, but you have been in the dumps a bit lately?” I said.

“I’ve just had one of those days Jamie, I met a nice person today, and its cheered me up,” she told me, giving me her best smile.

“Well I’m really happy for you mom, who was it, anyone I know?”

“No darling you don’t, but I was glad of the company though,” she said, I was sure I detected a little bit of shyness from her.

“Well mom, lets hope tomorrow is as good as today then, you deserve it mom, more than anyone I know. I love you, you know that don’t you mom?” I asked. She looked at me a little quizzically, but smiled broadly, and said she hoped tomorrow as only half as good as today.

Later I went to bed, and I jacked off about my mother, feeling her underneath me, crying out my name, begging me for more, how much she loved me, urging me on to fuck her harder and harder. I lay there sweating after I had nearly knocked the wall down behind my head with my cum.

My phone buzzed, my new one, one I hadn’t told anyone about yet because it was my secret contact to my mother. It was a text, and it was from my mother.

“Night night my stranger, sweet dreams, but of only me?” x x x x I stared for ages at it, I weighed it all up and decided that, my mother was up for this, she knew what I had said during the day, she had thought about it too. And now this was her reply.

Taking huge breaths, “I have been dreaming about you all day beautiful sexy lady,” I wrote back, “and I wish I could say nighty night to you right now, and still be by your side, x x x x”

“Oh what a wonderful thing to say, you are my knight in shining armour, thank you kind sir x x x x”

That took my breath away, “Maybe one day sexy lady, and maybe not in my dreams, hey?” I wrote feeling a little morose now.

“You never know your luck, night night, handsome stranger, x x x x” You never know your luck! She had written that! Fucking hell mom, Oh fucking hell mom, I thought. And again she had sent me lots of kisses.

My mother must be so fucking frustrated I thought to myself, and she had been putting on such a brave face, hiding it from the world. But I had tapped the well somehow. I immediately sent her a photo of my rampant dick.

The envelope appeared again.

“Now that is why you just might get lucky, go to sleep, and dream of me Sir x x x x.” I jacked off again and fell right to sleep. I don’t know if I did dream of her, I do know I woke up in the morning wondering if I had dreamed about the texts. A quick check of my lucky phone told me I hadn’t.

I looked at the clock, 8.30, the old man will have gone to work by now. “Good morning beautiful lady, how are you today? I missed you last night.” I hit the send button.

The envelope appeared like magic. “You are a naughty boy appearing in my dreams like that. I am married you know? And beside the text, a blushing but giggly smiley, and, x x x x.

I decided to get serious, “Why isn’t your husband taking care of you Lucy? I would, every day.” I sent. I waited for a few moments, had I overstepped the mark I wondered.

“Only every day, what about the nights?” mom asked me. Now if that wasn’t an invite I don’t know what was. I angled my phone camera, and after three or four tries, I got my cock and balls perfectly.

I sent it, adding, “I would love your hot lips doing the business Lucy?” “If I get my lips on those, you’ll know about it Galahad,” was her knockout reply. Now I needed to know about her, find out about her, my own mother.

“Someone who looks, and is as sexy as you, must have had lots of offers Lucy. I can’t be the only one. Have you ever er?” I left the question unsaid.

“I get more offers than you can shake a stick at, Jamie’s friends would love to have a shot. His dad’s friends, and yes I have a long time ago, but that’s done now, I don’t regret it, although I wish I hadn’t done it either.” I was stunned again by her honesty, her matter of fact reply.

“You wouldn’t regret me Lucy, what you see is what you get with me,” I said.

“Well,” she wrote, “I don’t know who you are, and until I do. You are an apparition aren’t you?” That stumped me, it suddenly hit me, how can I tell her that the guy trying to get her into bed is her own son? “The biggest thing I have in my favour, I think,” I sent, “is, you are impressed with my erm? And that you know I’m a younger guy?”

“Yes, and?” was her concise reply. I thought long and hard, almost as hard as my prick was right then.

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A Roommate Unlike Any Other Vol 5

Chapter 7 Adjusting to a New Normal

When I awoke alone, I was surprised and then relieved that my first waking moments would not hold the challenge of facing Hannah. I hadn’t heard her wake or get up from bed. A letter informed me that she was very pleased with our first night together and that she was looking forward to a fulsome discussion tonight over a nice meal and couple of bottles of red wine.

I wandered through the work day not really able to focus on much. Fortunately, there was nothing overly demanding on my schedule and I was able to look focused while feeling anything but. My interaction with coworkers was forced at best and I’m certain that more than a few of them could sense that I was not in my usual space that day.

As I contemplated my new position in the world of sexual kink, I began to imagine how those around me would view my situation if they knew the truth. How would I be judged for my privacy invasion? What would they think of me knowing that I had blindly given my body to another woman to do with as she pleased? Was the recent expansion of my sexual experience obvious to others?

Like anyone, I’d observed the sexual attraction of my coworkers in an abstract sort of way. From the top boss always impeccably dressed in the latest men’s fashions to the much too young intern whose fit body screamed to be imagined naked, I’d played the harmless fantasy games that helped to pass the time at work. Where before, I’d admired their sexuality and attractiveness, I know saw them as sexual partners. I looked at them so much deeper while conjuring thoughts of how each of them might bring me pleasure.

The other difference was that I now equally examined the women in my work space. Where I had imagined the general idea of it in the past, I now visualized the acts with my coworkers in a very real sense. Like a teenaged boy fueled by nothing but hormones, I dreamed of them naked and at my sexual disposal. The irony of this perspective was not lost on me as I realized the subservient position I had chosen while considering how these others might be at my command for pleasure.

On my coffee break I sat with the usual crowd but couldn’t help visualizing each of them naked, kneeling and awaiting my command. I imagined myself exerting the level of confidence and control I had witnessed in Hannah. And yet, somewhere deep in my core, I knew that I was nowhere near ready to establish that sort of sexual control over another. The point was that I now envisioned it and felt that someday, I would be there. So much had changed!

Uncertain as I was in my newfound involvement in the world of kink, there was no mistaking the effect it was having on me. My panties had been wet all day and nothing but sexual thoughts seemed to hold my attention. By mid-day a thought crept into my mind that for the first time ever, I decided it must be acted upon. This was not something I would have even considered a few days earlier but now the safety rails had been completely abandoned.

My phones were put on hold and I made my way to the unisex bathroom. I’d have to be quiet and if I didn’t want to be caught, I’d have to be quick. As I walked through the office making contact with each of my coworkers on the way, I imagined their reaction if they knew what I was about to do. I thrilled at the thought of how I would feel walking amongst them when I returned.

Locking the door behind me, I didn’t hesitate to drop my slacks and panties to the floor. At first standing, I rubbed my mound against the rigid edge of the sinop seks hikayeleri counter top while imagining each of the persons who had innocently stood to wash their hands in this very position where I was now stimulating my clitoris. I purposely stared in the mirror, fascinated by my facial expressions as I humped the coriander edge as though it had been put there for my pleasure.

Five minutes of humping an inanimate object and my pussy was in need of the tried and true guarantee of familiar fingers. I sat on the toilet and spread my legs wide. Knowing that my entire workplace was separated from my perverted masturbatory needs by nothing more than a door, only served to heighten the thrill of secretly pleasuring myself at work.

It was all I could do to muffle the distinctive sounds of orgasm. It hit me as fast and hard as any I had ever managed to produce on my own. The wetness was extreme and the muscles of my legs had contracted with such ferocity that I wasn’t sure I could safely exit the bathroom without being obvious about what I had just done to myself. But none of that really mattered and I decided that this workplace experience would forever after be repeated to help satisfy my newfound need for release.

When the clock finally signaled the end of the work day, I was both eager and anxious about the night to come. I’d been bursting with sexual energy all day and remained unfulfilled despite the one bathroom orgasm that had momentarily satisfied my needs. Throughout the day, my right hand had subconsciously found it’s way to my nose. My own scent thrilled me as much as if it had been of another woman. The fact that I was now even imagining the scent of another was confirmation that so very much of my sexual perspective had changed in ways that I could never have predicted.

I arrived home to the greeting of Hannah dressed in light blue panties and a t-shirt, sans bra. Her choice of dress would have meant far less prior to this weekend but on this day it set a tone that was hard to ignore. I couldn’t help but stare at her and remember the pleasure that had come from that body. Hannah returned my gaze in a somewhat cocky way, leaving no question that she realized the power she had developed over me.

Our conversation began with the type of post-coital unease that might follow a random hookup with a guy you met at the bar. But this emotion was so much more. To begin with, this wasn’t what you would call a random hookup. On top of that, this wasn’t some strange guy that I could choose never to see again. It was my roommate whom I hoped to keep living with. Oh yeah, and she was another woman which is not a scenario I had ever really imagined being a part of.

The conversation began in a typical way, sharing each other’s day. We both knew it was bullshit but Hannah was making an effort to lighten the tension. We talked as we had on any other day but it was obviously nothing more than filler to forestall the beginning of the only real conversation that needed to happen. My mind grappled with feelings of guilt over my peeping, the shame of being caught, and the yet to be understood emotions of having engaged in full on lesbian sex for the first time.

The bottle of wine helped to ease the tension but it was Hannah and her approach to ‘our situation’ that had the greatest effect on calming my nerves. We talked for several hours. With Hannah taking the lead and mostly directing the conversation, we were able to come to agree that both of us had enjoyed an incredible sexual experience together.

Hannah had been gracious in excusing my peeping and actually admitted that she had been incredibly turned on, knowing that I had discovered her personal porn treasure trove. She told me of her excitement at viewing me masturbating in her room on an almost daily basis and most importantly, that she and her partners on film had been the inspiration of my sexual cravings.

I slowly absorbed Hannah’s words and was surprisingly thrilled that she had been turned on watching me masturbate. In the mix, the insecurity I had felt of being secretly recorded, had given way to the excitement of knowing that my unintended display of self-pleasure had greatly excited my roommate. The fact that she had seen me get myself off to her and her partners, took the eroticism to an entirely new level.

Like a cold splash of water, the conversation turned to the practical reality of where we go from here.

“Look. I think we can agree that we both enjoyed last night and that we both want to see just how amazing this could become?”

As had become my now familiar reply to Hannah, I simply nodded.

“You understand that you committed to this relationship last night?”

“I hope that despite the shock of all that has occurred you are completely and fully onboard with the nature of the relationship I am about to describe.”

Again, I was able to muster little more than a confirmatory nod.

“You realize that nothing will ever be the same between us but if you follow where I lead you, we will both grow in ways that you cannot yet imagine, but will soon come to embrace completely.”

I remained silent not fully appreciating the depth of her words.

“For the most part, our living situation and our friendship will continue on as it has been. To outside observers, nothing will seem to have changed.”

My body and my mind welcomed the sense of secrecy to this new development in my life. I’d be lying to say that I hadn’t worried about Hannah sharing our new relationship with others.

Seemingly intent to challenge the momentary sense of relief I was feeling, Hannah moved to press her body against mine with the two of us now cuddling on the end of the couch. As though it was the most natural thing in the world, her hand snaked underneath the waistband of my slacks and cupped my panty covered mound. She kissed my forehead, my cheeks, and then my lips as though we’d been lovers for a year.

Instinctively, I reached over to reciprocate and marveled at my own bravado. Her vulva felt so warm under the cover of her panties. As we made out, my fingers mimicked hers. What would have previously felt absolutely surreal, had now taken on a sense of normalcy. Our actions and movement were so symphonic that it was like masturbating yourself while masturbating the female beside you.

“Tonight, I want you to think of us as simply two girls that know their cravings for pleasure. This is a balance that will be most common in our relationship. We live together. We are women with appetites. Together, we will satisfy those appetites and so much more. I’m very confident that you will soon come to appreciate the benefits of this new dynamic. But know clearly, that there is so much more.”

It was the ‘so much more’, that had my entire body on fire. The direction of my fingers had begun to prompt Hannah for the exact touch I desired. Could I ever again touch the wet, rubbery stiffness of my clitoris without imagining touching another woman?

Hannah’s hands freely explored my body as though it was her own. Our clothes had been discarded and my cunt spasmed just with the heat of our bodies touching one another. Following her lead, my hands caressed her breasts and lightly pinched and squeezed her nipples. Her left leg crossed mine and spread my legs apart. This was the unnecessary invitation that had us beginning to finger one another.

“As I am sure that your prying eyes have made you aware, I have a fetish for control. And, despite being younger than you, it is obvious that I have a fair greater degree of experience than you.”

I accepted the premise while continuing to mimic Hannah’s fingers which had now moved between the lips of my sex with two fingers curling up behind the ridge of my pubic bone. It was a sensation that I’d come to believe, only a woman could interpret.

“Please understand my pet, from here on in I will be your teacher, your mentor, your guide, when it comes to sex. I claim this role with both of us knowing that you could not.”

My nonresponse was acquiescence enough.

“I love sex and I crave the eroticism that comes with being dominant. And make no mistake, I will be dominant with you.”

With every flick of her finger across my clit I became more willing to accept her terms.

“If I am successful in my mission, I will turn you into me and then some. But you will learn by being my subservient and often times you will not realize the value of my lessons until some time later.”

Hannah moved to stand without removing her fingers from my cunt. I rose at her prompting and felt as though I was being led by my sex that had begun to feel as though it was her possession.

Hannah placed me on my back on her bed and immediately threw herself on top. We hugged and made out. Never, had I felt so free about exposing myself so completely. Never, had I felt so confident in a partner’s intentions. Never, had I been so certain of the pleasure that would come.

Now straddling and licking between my thighs, Hannah periodically paused to outline the details of how things were going to be going forward. So lost was I in the pleasure of her fingers and tongue at that moment, I would have agreed to anything she said or demanded.

“I don’t think it builds the excitement for us to set a schedule so I’m going to leave it random. But know this and don’t mistake my intent, when I tell you, ‘it’s time to please’, it means that you are mine to do with in any way that might fulfill my every desire.”

“This is now non-negotiable. Furthermore, we will not be using any type of ‘safe word’. You will have to trust that I will not take you anywhere you should not go and will not put you into any situation you cannot handle. Your submission must be absolute.”

I tried desperately to contemplate all that her words would mean as I felt her tongue go to town on my clitoris. It wasn’t until she brought me to the edge and intuitively paused before I could cum, that I realized that she was expecting an answer.

“I’m in. I’m all in. I’ll do whatever you say and whatever you ask. I want to have the power you have and I want to experience the pleasure you have known. If you will teach me, I will do anything you ask.”

The resumed attack on my clit and cunt let me know that Hannah was pleased with my answer. My reward came in the way of an orgasm that lasted for incalculable minutes and body shakes that continued even after the slow down feelings of a typical orgasm.

The rest of the evening felt like a field trip of Sapphic pleasure. As two girls, we did everything I could imagine that would bring pleasure. For that night, I felt as though we were exact equals while considering that this balance might not happen often. Each of us had brought the other to orgasm three times. They weren’t anything like the orgasms I had experienced on my own or even, with other men. This experience was truly one of a kind.

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Peggy barged into the front door of Think Big Incorporated, huffing and puffing. Frazzled, she swiveled her head around the lobby and met the gaze of a room full of people uniform in their casual business wear. She herself was in a tiny spaghetti strap tank top and black yoga pants, a fact she wouldn’t have thought twice about from her job at home, but one that gave her pause as she made a spectacle of herself. She did her best to block out the many eyes that were following her and asked the lady at the front desk where the bathrooms were.

“How about on the other floors?” Peggy asked even after she was told about the one that was around the corner. She had special interest in bathrooms other than those available to the public.

“I suppose there are some on every floor, but I can’t let you upstairs without being cleared by someone who works here…” The older woman did a once over of Peggy from the head to robin egg blue top. She was unable to disguise a frown that was being built on her face.

Brushing off the need to retaliate, Peggy adjusted her glasses and patted down her cloud-like brown hair till it settled into a funnel shape over her right shoulder. “Yea, I know. Thanks anyways.”

And with that, Peggy stepped away from a desk and went through a side door. Taking a second to double check the texts she had received, she passed right by the public bathrooms and ended up at a staircase which was trapped behind a locked door. A metal box was mounted to the wall where a doorknob might be, suggesting that some sort of card or code was required to pass. With a testing push, the door latch clicked and caught on its lock confirming Peggy’s initial suspicions. She waited for almost thirty seconds, watching over her shoulder and firing off three urgent messages on her smartphone before the sound of clacking echoed on the other side of the door. Then, bursting against the door at the speed of a girl falling down a staircase came Mabel. The whole hallway shook when she banged against the door, her cheek pressing cutely against the tiny window near the top.

Peggy said something derogatory about clumsiness to herself just the girl opened the door for her from the inside. She slithered inside and the sheet of metal closed with a heavy clunk behind her, electronics whizzing as the bolt switched into its locked position. No words were exchanged between the two. Instead, they hurried up the stairs, turned a few corners, and threw themselves at the second-floor bathroom resembling ball players sliding into home plate.

Safely inside, the girls gave a sigh.

“So you got the second interview. Good,” Peggy began, too casually ignoring that she was probably breaking a law or two.

“Not good. I’m not ready for a second interview,” Mabel answered.

“Of course you are. You’ve been wanting to work here ever since middle school. You’re the most qualified girl I know! And beyond that, you-“

“My tits are exploding over here!”

Peggy was firing on all cylinders, becoming the hype woman that Mabel often needed. Shyness was Mabel on a good day; ‘blonde recluse’ was her at her worst. It had really been Peggy to push for Mabel to achieve her dreams and to promise her that everything else would be taken care of. But Peggy hadn’t suspected that, in suggesting that Mabel’s concerns would be absolved of her, that Peggy herself would be expected to bear the brunt of the responsibility. Even then, Peggy had no way of expecting that her roommate’s issues would extend to what was commonly found in the fetish-saturated smut she made sure to delete from her browsing history.

‘Exploding tits’ was absolutely the title of a story she’d read the night before. She inwardly criticized the thing as it paled in comparison to her real-life antics, showing contempt at the fact that the writer interested in lactation didn’t have a girl around with humongous, milky boobs he or she could interview for better detail.

“The nerve,” Peggy snorted, rolling her eyes.

Her eye rolling landed where she could get an eyeful of exactly why she felt most writing didn’t do great titties true justice.

Mabel came out of the open suit jacket that she was wearing, leaving her in just a white blouse and a high-waisted navy blue skirt. Her tits really were exploding! Mabel’s regular size was just as modest as her personality, but now each one of her beautiful tits were the size of her head. The buttons on her blouse had stress lines surrounding them and spaces began to open up between each fastening. Her round, soft orbs were so perky and dominant that they looked like a new bicycle wrapped for Christmas: anyone with eyes could tell exactly what they were, and Peggy could not wait to unwrap the present. With absolutely no padding to speak of, Mabel’s needy nipples jutted from the front of her engorged boobs.

“You said you were nervous, but I didn’t think you were this nervous.”

“I did! You should have listened to me. I knew this would happen!” Mabel cried out.

“Shhh! Just manisa seks hikayeleri get in a stall and undress,” Peggy said without hesitation. The fact that Peggy had such composure in a crisis was both fortunate and telling. “And keep your voice down! The last thing we want is for someone to see what’s been happening.”

Mabel did as she was told and disappeared into the furthest stall on the right. Peggy remained and thought up a plan. Remembering a janitorial closet they’d passed, she quickly shuffled her way to it and located a cleaning cart. Risking being seen and promptly kicked out, she rolled that cart to the women’s restroom and parked it right in front of the door. There, she placed a folding plastic indicator which would let people know that the bathroom was being serviced. Again, the fact that Peggy took such thoughts into consideration only proved her level of knowledge in such urgent, milky emergencies. Perhaps she should write a story or two.

When she went back inside, she heard the whimpers of her best friend. It was a little mean to think, but Mabel made the cutest worrisome noises.

“Hello?” came Mabel’s uneasy voice.

Peggy answered and came rushing into the stall which was still unlocked even with a half-naked girl inside. “It’s me. Just buying us some time.”

Peggy’s eyes widened when she came into the corner that Mabel was in. Mabel’s blonde ringlets of hair were in her face and her shirt was unbuttoned down to the third button. Still, her boobs looked trapped inside a clothing prison, which only proved how gigantic they had become. To Peggy’s surprise, they seemed to have gotten even larger just since her trip to the janitor’s closet. She noticed that the cleavage looked even more built up in the middle and more of it pushed out against the center button, spilling over into open air. Just below the line of this spilling point were two reddened nubs, and expanding around them were places where Mabel’s shirt was clinging tightly to her body.

“Hurry and get it off!” Peggy said, knowing what the dark circles around Mabel’s nipples signified.

“I-I tried. I-I’m just too… it feels so-“

“I’ll do it.”

Mabel braced herself, her hands turning into little white balls at her sides and her button nose scrunching upward. Peggy placed a hand on each side of the V that was now Mabel’s white blouse, and with a firm tug, a button was launched up and over the wall of the stall behind her. Mabel made a sound that was a cross between a purr and a scream, and when she opened her eyes again her blouse was off of her shoulders. Peggy relished this visage as her best friend’s amazing rack came tumbling free. Each amazing boob bounced on its own and then together several times before settling like water balloons against Mabel’s rib cage. The girl’s cherry-sized nipples looked droopy and heavy. It took no time before a white dot formed at their tips. This dot grew in size till it was heavy enough and then dropped onto the floor.

Freshly made milk.

Mabel had been at this company all day. She must have been made to run the gauntlet of signing papers, waiting in lines, being interviewed, and any other number of things. It took a lot to get a job at Think Big Inc. But with her nervous tendencies and the constant triggering of her social anxiety, Mabel’s body must not have been able to cope with the release of so much stress hormone. The first time Peggy found out about Mabel’s secret was during a week of standardized testing in the eighth grade. Every student at their school was stressed beyond what should have been allowed for children and by the end of the three-day gauntlet, everyone was exasperated. Peggy was actually asked to check on Mabel who had spent a good twenty minutes in the bathroom by herself on the very last day. While other students were enjoying their newly acquired freedom, Mabel was tearing up over how much work it was to milk herself. At that age, she could only produce enough to go up to a C cup, but the risk of being discovered plus the stress of taking tests for three straight days had absolutely gotten to her.

Peggy, in her thirteen-year-old naivete, assumed that Mabel was pregnant. In that case, she had no problem helping out a girl who already had a baby to worry about – and at such a young age, too. But after the third or fourth time, things started getting sticky. Peggy posed the question straight up and Mabel came clean about the truth of her condition – which was not pregnancy, Mabel punctuated. From then on, Mabel would come to Peggy with any lactation trouble; whether it be after a long vacation, a long weekend, or simply a rough test week. At that age, it was simply maintenance and goodwill. No girl thought much of their encounters. It was conversation fodder at their sleepovers and simple friendship most everywhere else.

It wasn’t until adulthood that true feelings budded then blossomed.

Peggy’s hands went straight to the sides of Mabel’s exposed skin. Mabel’s tits were soft and had expanded to a ludicrous size. Neither of them had much experience with Mabel at her current heft. If a cup size could be attributed to them, they might be K cups but at their rate of growth, they still had a few more cup sizes in them. Peggy immediately noticed a tautness that made Mabel’s chest springy while not being as tight as she’d felt before. This only proved that there was more growing to be done.

“They’re so big,” Mabel said, shy but still with a sense of pride at her own body. She didn’t hate large breasts; she just hated that they only happened to her in times of desperation. “I’ve never been this huge before.”

“You’ve still got some more growing in you too.”

“C-could we wait and see how they look at full s-size?”

Peggy’s eyebrows sat crooked. “I thought you were worried about your boobs exploding!”

“Th-the good way, not the bad way,” Mabel said. She placed a hand on Peggy’s stomach which was flat and featureless, not unlike how Mabel’s chest had been before her interview. “B-but if it’s too much, I won’t make us wait. I don’t want to make you sick d-drinking all my m-milk…”

Peggy blushed just thinking of her natural response. ‘I could never get sick drinking your milk, Mabel’, she thought. Being breastfed by a cute blonde had allowed the two to bond. It may have started as a way to help Mabel, but it had helped Peggy understand her own romantic feelings. She hadn’t really acted on them yet, and she hadn’t really planned on it either. Something about where their relationship was now was good enough for her.

“I’ve never had any trouble before,” Peggy finally answered.

Dropping to one knee, Peggy angled her chin upward and took in the view from the base of Mabel’s mountains. A single droplet of milk formed and fell onto the lens of her glasses. It was time. Peggy urged Mabel to lean forward ever so slightly and without another word, Peggy wrapped her plush lips around Mabel’s right teat. The instant her mouth made contact, the nipple sent a spray that coated her mouth with sugary goodness.

“Ahh,” Mabel strained, using four fingers to keep her curls from blinding her.

Peggy indulged for a few swallows and detached. She’d only wanted a taste. But her mouth had started a flow that would not be stopped, and Mabel’s nipples were raining like sprinklers from only a few seconds of effort. It was enough to make Peggy feel like she’d been without water for days.

“God, I’ll never get tired of how amazing your body is…” Peggy remarked, letting bits of the shower hit her tongue.

Mabel alternated weight from her left heel to her right, her unpainted toenails scratching as her toes curled in her work sandals. “Then d-do it. Hurry,” she whined.

“Oh? When did you get so bossy?” Peggy stood.

Teeth showing like fangs, she made herself look as big as possible. She was by no means grand for a woman, but Mabel was merely large in bosom and agreeableness. She was conflict-averse, quick to retreat as Peggy marched forward with no indication of stopping. What Mabel feared was unknown to her, but she fell backward again and again only managing to catch herself barely. At last, her upper back ran into a wall, slinging her neck straight and her chin high. Her legs felt wobbly.

“Peggy?” Mabel mewled.

Peggy said nothing. Her hands slammed just next to Mabel’s ears making the smaller blonde wince.

Only after claiming Mabel’s full submissiveness did Peggy adopt her pleasant charm again. “Just fooling with you,” she smiled, harmless. “But if you keep being so cute, I’m not going to let your boobies grow. I’ll just drain you right from the start.”

“O-oh,” Mabel, who had tilted herself away from the shadow cast by Peggy’s bushy brown hair, now faced her partner straight on, though not deficient in the docility that so defined her. “S-so h-how big should we let them grow?”

Her breasts had a way of making themselves known when mentioned. They jumped ahead a few more cup sizes in a matter of seconds. Both girls paused their conversation and watched, rapt with the natural wonder that was expanding tits. They pushed out into the air, defying the pull of gravity, and went about swelling on their flanks as well as further against Peggy’s modest C cup chest. They rippled as they inflated, a gurgling audible like a large mug being filled with tea but much more slight. It was self-evident that liquid was what composed much of the twin inflating masses. Nothing could jiggle or bounce like milk being contained by supple, young skin. As a result, nothing could tempt the heart and mouth of Peggy like Mabel’s shamelessly delicious body did.

“Did me chasing you down scare you this much?” asked Peggy. “If so, I’m going to have to take note of that. We’re going to have to start watching jump scare compilation videos together.”

“NO,” Mabel uttered solidly. It was, perhaps, the only thing she would ever be so solidly against. She hated being scared.

“But you like your boobies when they grow, right? I mean, you’re blushing and out of breath already,” Peggy noted.

Her right hand fell from the wall, and she leaned her face in even closer than it was before. She just had to get in on the feeling of growing tits. It never bored her, to feel skin moving in her touch. She went ahead and didn’t mind how Mabel stiffened when she made skin-on-skin contact yet again. The underside was always a neutral position, so she started there and let her palm take the weight of the growing mound.

“You’re just so big, Mabel,” Peggy said, lightly patting the bottom of a globe that was steadily pushing farther and farther forward.

Mabel smiled. “Y-you just have small hands.”

“Trying to tease me now? I’d think twice about that, in your position.”

Mabel’s smile grew broader at the warning instead of smaller.

“Hmm, looks like you want something. It isn’t for me to drain you right away, is it? You can get bigger than N cups, can’t you?”

Intently, Peggy’s hooded eyes showed Mabel shadows of the future, of her blazing passion which rose from her core, so that Mabel would know just what fire she was playing with. Mabel met the sun in Peggy’s green eyes and accepted with an angelic, soothing surrender. “I can,” her lips held the words as Peggy’s hand embraced the base and root of Mabel’s every-developing mammary.

“Babe…” Peggy uttered.

Peggy’s forehead was bright with sweat and a swirl of her chocolate hair snaked down her brow between her eyes. She leaned so that their hairlines were flush, mind to mind, connected intimately. Their intimacy communed with sexual tensions as Peggy’s groping adopted a circular motion. At its apex, Mabel’s glutted, milk-laden orb was easily at both of their mouths and was spraying heavy cream across the bathroom floor like a fountain. When lifted, Mabel’s nipple would spritz them with white, heavy drops of sweet, natural lady brew. It wasn’t long before the air in the room carried the scent which served to excite the blonde and brunette.

Mabel resumed her adorable whimpering which juxtaposed splendidly with her biting her lower lip in ecstatic bliss.

“Ahh~,” the blonde sighed, all anxiety lost to her.

“That feel good?” Peggy adopted a pulling motion, and Mabel’s enlarging tit stretched attractively. When Mabel nodded approvingly, Peggy shifted onto her left side, where her forearm could bear her weight against the wall, and truly got to see how boobs being inflated with milk might look from Mabel’s perspective. “They sure look good,” she commented. Even with her glasses slipping down her nose, she could make out the vast spread of white flesh in a perfect peach shape.

“Y-yea! P-perfect-… Aaaaahn~ Mmmmn!~” The ends of Mabel’s moans moved up an octave before fading away. She was in bliss.

Mabel’s nipples had elongated even further. Her growing had slowed, presumably because it would take more fluid production to fill her new size. Maybe it had to do with her approaching her limit as well, since her moans had a sharpness to them that signified more than pleasure for the sake of pleasure. Each had a grunt at the beginning, and she would curl her body a little further into Peggy at each one. She wanted something to be done soon if not at her very next expression of sexual desire.

She’d blown past N cups, though. Her delicious, white blimps were two feet in front of her, without having to be stretched by Peggy’s gripping hand. Each had areola the size of grapefruit that bulged beautifully and added a smooth, pink halo of extra-sensitive flesh. The one that had been mostly left alone served as a suitable control for comparison, and it hung down far enough to obscure Mabel’s hip bones. There was no noticeable element of sag to them, but their weight certainly forced their perkiness to angle southward. It only scored sexier points that Mabel’s boobs were so stuffed with her yummy production. Other women would have been beyond the point of discomfort but Mabel only started to approach it after her tits began to dump ounces of white fluid on the floor at her feet.

Peggy heard a particularly decisive moan connected to the splash of milk coming from a fully-engorged two-inch nipple and only then did her attention veer from the shelf of lady flesh which seemed to go on for miles.

“Shh, Mabel! Not that loud, if you can help it, that is,” Peggy said, even though she knew she couldn’t blame the girl. “That was a lot of milk, though. You trying to flood the stall?”

Peggy’s jokes were lost to Mabel, who had puckered her lips and knitted her naturally blonde eyebrows. Her blue eyes were shielded by tightly clenched eyelids. “I-I’m gonna cum,” she cried.

Peggy felt sparks under her skin like ants marching inside her. Her womanhood trembled at Mabel who had fully succumb to her ravaged state. Her voluptuous tits had done this to her, and it was the most provocative thing to see her losing this battle to her body. In that moment, there was no more apprehension to keep things ‘where they were’. Peggy simply dived. Mabel’s lips were the safety net. They sought to consume one another in a rapturous kiss.

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The bouncing of the bed woke me. I opened my eyes and saw her big ass bouncing as she literally ran from the bedroom into the bathroom. As I rolled out of bed I heard her throwing up, noisily. I walked, more slowly, and there she was, on her knees, her hands hanging onto the toilet, and as I watched she retched again, hard, her entire body arching.

I went to her and bent over, pulling her hair back, out of the way, too late it turned out. The tips were puke-soaked.

I rubbed her back lightly and asked, “are you okay?”

She turned her head and glared at me.

“Do I LOOK like I’m,” and she was cut off as she turned her face down and threw up again, loud, her entire body arching.

I held her hair and rubbed her back.

When that wave passed she turned her head again, now a half-smile on her face.

“You did this to me you bastard!” she managed to get out before another wave made her turn her head and face into the toilet again.

I kept lightly rubbing her back, my cock getting hard as I watched her.

When she had settled to a few gasps I said, “what did I do?”

She turned to face me again, thick mucus-laden drool hanging from her mouth.

She reached down and lifted a tit, shaking it at me. “You wanted my milk, you bastard,” she said but she was smiling when she said it, “and since I want to give you what you want now my body thinks it’s pregnant. This is morning sickness you lamebrain.”

At “lamebrain” I couldn’t help but laugh and she scowled.

“You think this is funny?” she asked, the way she moved in her anger slinging those thick strings from her mouth around the room.

I chuckled. “No,” I said, rubbing her back, “I think it’s hot.”

She started to respond but turned and retched, gagging again, panting with the strain of what her body was doing.

And above the smell of puke was her womanscent, her arousalscent, and her pheromones had their intended effect. I got hard and wanted her.

So I took her. I mounted her from behind, slipping easily in where she was slick and ready.

She gasped, “PERVERT!” but was giggling before he started retching again.

When she did the hard muscular contractions of her vomiting tightened her vaginal muscles so much it actually hurt.

I got a good grip, double handfuls of hip fat, and fucked as hard as I could. My belly would slap her ass loudly when I slammed into her and she would grunt. When she would retch I pushed as deep into her as I could, squeezing the fat in my hands for leverage.

“Oh God,” she sort of moaned and then heaved and came at the same time, her thick honey running down my thighs as I pulled with my hands and pushed with my hips.

She came like the three more times, her body straining, her pussy clamping down before I joined her on the fourth.

She was reduced to little gasps, making little moaning sounds, as her body finished its morning purge.

I slipped out and stood. When she looked up, thick strings of thick snotty bile from her mouth and nose hanging down to her magnificent tits she smiled weakly.

“Pervert,” she said, smiling.

I took her hand and pulled.

“Honey,” she said, resisting, “let me clean up a bit.”

I grinned and said, “no,” pulling her.

She sort of moaned again but followed.

I held her hand, steadying her, she was still exhausted and shaky, as she climbed into bed. I got in next to her and kissed her, lightly, on her mouth. I can’t say I found the strong acid taste of the mess on her mouth pleasant, but I didn’t find it nauseating either. “Interesting,” is a good word.

I brushed her hair back, clearing her face, and smiled.

She smiled back and said, “pervert,” again.

So I kissed her and licked her chin.

“I love ALL of you,” I said, “and if that’s perverted then so be it.”

She giggled and wrapped me in those big soft arms.

My face was buried in her neck the way she was holding me, so I could breathe into her ear.

“Tomorrow morning,” I said, not whispering but very softly, my breath warm in her ear, “don’t get up.”

I could feel a sudden tension in her body, her breath catching. She relaxed her hold on me and leaned back, meeting my eyes.

She held that look, call it a gaze and you’d be right, for several seconds before she kissed me.

“You want me to puke in bed?” she asked, putting a little distance between us.

I chuckled.

“Well, I wouldn’t put it quite like that,” I said and kissed her again before pulling away enough to be able to focus on her face.

“But I want to make love to you, not just fuck you,” I said.

“God,” she said, laughing, “I’m in love with a pervert.”

I grinned and kissed her slimy mouth and then squirmed down to latch on to her tit. She hummed softly as I nursed contentedly. She stroked my hair and hummed a little lullaby.

“Besides,” I said, chuckling as I pulled off her tit with an audible pop, “it’s not like we don’t know how to change the sheets.”

She giggled and reached for me but I rolled away.

“Come on,” I said, “I’m a working man malatya seks hikayeleri and don’t want to be running late again.”

We showered together, enjoying each other like a couple of kids just learning about the other sex.

She made breakfast, naked, and we both ate. I did notice that her plate had quite a bit more than mine. I didn’t say anything but she said, “what?” when, well, I guess I was looking.

“I love watching you eat,” I said.

“Are you looking for a feedee then?” she asked. “Becoming a chubby chaser? A fatty fucker?”

I could see she was starting to get upset and I held up my hands in surrender.

“No Sammee,” I said, “I just enjoy watching you eat. You obviously enjoy it.” I deliberately sniffed the air. “And,” I added, “it seems to be getting to you too.”

She blushed at that.

“Please,” I said, “don’t let what I just said inhibit you. I don’t want you fucking around with diets. I want you to be comfortable and enjoy yourself.”

She grinned and shoveled a big forkful of omelet into her mouth and chewed, nosily, mouth open. I smiled and watched.

“Shit,” she said, as she wiped her toast across her plate, cleaning the last bit of bacon grease and popping it into her mouth, “you’re right. Got time for a quickie?”

I chuckled and said, “I’m good Sammee, but I’m not Superman. Now lock me up and I’ll be on my way.”

“Leaving the dishes for me?” she said, doing the one eyebrow thing.

“Yep,” I said, and stood, making sure I could make a quick getaway, “woman’s work,” I said and headed for the door before she could catch me.

I brushed my teeth and when I got back into the bedroom she had the cage and belt laid out.

“This,” she said, crooking her finger to beckon me, “is woman’s work.”

She lubed and inserted the urethral tube and then locked the cage.

“And this,” I said, wrapping the belt around her waist and cinching it tight until it almost disappeared under the rolls of her flesh, “is man’s work.”

I finished with the chastity strap between her legs, pulled it tight, and locked her in.

Tuesday I didn’t have any teaching duties but I did have two classes. So I spent some time in the library, attended class, and was home by 2:00.

On the way I stopped by the Krispy Kreme and got a dozen custard filled chocolate covered long johns.

When I walked in she was actually scrubbing the kitchen floor, naked except for the chastity belt, on her hands and knees. There was a sudden pain in my dick as it tried to get hard.

She looked up and smiled. “Woman’s work,” she said.

I grinned and showed her the white box in my hand.

“Take a break,” I said, offering my hand.

She smiled, sighed, put her scrub brush in the bucket, and stood.

Her natural sweat scent gave me another twinge as I kised her, took her by the hand, and led her into the family room. I had her sit on the couch and then grabbed a beer for me and a glass of milk for her (scowling at the fact that it was 2% milk) from the refrigerator before sitting myself.

“Head in my lap,” I said, and she laid back, smiling up at me.

She licked her lips as I opened the box. I made her wait while I puzzled out the remote control, got the big TV on, and then worked my way through the menu until I found Star Trek, The Next Generation (the best of the Star Trek franchise). All of this took a few minutes.

When I reached into the box and brought out the first long john her mouth was watering.

I fed her the first two long johns, pushing in a bit faster than she could chew and swallow, watching as she did. And as I had expected, I could smell that she was getting excited.

As she was working on the third long john, her cheeks bulging a little, I said, “I did a little research today.”

She held up one finger in the universal “just a second” signal, chewed some more, and swallowed.

“Milk,” she said, and I held her head up while she took a big drink.

“What did you research?” she said, laying back and opening her mouth.

I packed her mouth full and as she started chewing, her eyes closed in her pleasure, I said, “you’re a sitophile.”

She chewed and swallowed and said, “a what?” before opening her mouth again.

So I stuffed it full and said, “you draw sexual arousal from food.”

She kept chewing but I could see her thinking as well.

She swallowed and said, “so I’m a pervert who gets off on food?”

“Pretty much,” I said, filling her mouth again.

She chewed slowly, eyes closed, her nose starting to run a little.

She swallowed again and said, “wellllllllllllllllll, I suppose there are worse fetishes.”

I filled her mouth again and said, “yep.”

I had a drink of my beer and rubbed her belly and said, “you’re beautiful.”

She swallowed and said, “and fat.”

I filled her mouth again and grabbed a handful of belly fat and jiggled it. “Yes my love,” I said, “and fat.”

She swallowed and said, “and a” and she stopped.

I lifted my hand, ready to slap her if the next word was “pig,” but she said, “cow soon,” flashing me the Grin as she jiggled her big tits.

So I stuffed a whole long john into her mouth, grinning myself as her cheeks and eyes both bulged.

Then I started tugging on her nipple, as though I was milking her, and said, “I am SO going to make you moo when I milk you.”

She smiled and opened her mouth, showing a half chewed bolus.

At half dozen long johns I had to stop.

“Please, let me out of the cage,” I said, “this is REALLY hurting.”

She giggled and said, “say please.”

I said, “please,” while lifting her heavy tit by the nipple and giving a little twist.

She giggled and said, “okay you bully.”

We went into the bedroom and released each other.

“Up on the bed,” I said, and I went into the front room to get the rest of the long johns.

I made love to her while feeding her. I slipped inside where she was slick and ready, me on top for a change, and fed her the remaining half dozen long johns while I kept my rhythm going.

The first time she came the sharp intake of her breath made her aspirate wad of long john and then cough, spewing half chewed long john on my face and chest.

She giggled and pulled me down, greedily licking at the chunks.

The last long john was swallowed and I still hadn’t finished.

“Let me on top, please,” she said.

So I pulled out and rolled over and she mounted me, this time reverse cowgirl so I could see her back. She guided me inside, anally, and settled, accepting my full length. She had to adjust her angle a bit to accept the final couple of inches. I felt the moist warmth and realized I was past her rectal vault, into her bowel.

She shuddered.

“Please honey,” she said over her shoulder, “wait for me now.”

“Baby,” I said, my hands on her back, playing with the soft rolls there, “we’re not supposed to get dirty all the time.”

She giggled and said, “oh honey, if I get infected I’ll still find ways to take care of you.”

I felt the soft warmth surrounding my cock and saw brown streaks as she slowly lifted and settled. I watched the brown stain spread, enjoying her scent. When she came, wetting my balls and inner thighs with warm thick honey, I held still, stretching my control to the maximum.

I felt the tension in her body build and then leave as the wave of her orgasm passed.

She surprised me by pulling off and then scooting back.

I spread her cheeks and saw that the stain there was limited to a small circle and her pussy was still shit free. So I began licking, front to back, cleaning her, keeping her pussy clean. I realized I was past being bothered at all by her scent or her taste. I just wanted to keep her clean and give her pleasure.

I used my hand to spread her big cheeks and licked her clean while her mouth was doing the same to my cock.

She pulled off of my cock long enough to say, “wait for me baby, please,” and took me back, doing that thing with her tongue that ALMOST made me cum every time she pulled slowly off.

I had her asshole clean by then and as I probed with my tongue I liked the feel and the scent and the taste I was finding. When she came, her lubricating mucus running down my chin, she pushed a little and I had a mouthful of shit which made me cum, my ejaculation powerful, I could feel my prostate contracting, I swear.

She was sort of moaning, “oh God, oh God, ohgodohgodohgod,” as I chewed and licked her asshole and swallowed.

She relaxed, her weight pressing me into the mattress. I liked it and licked her full smooth lips, her thick, salty mucus and her womanscent delightful as we both struggled to get our breathing under control.

She lifted, allowing me to breathe again, and squirmed around so we were face to face.

Her lips, like mine, had a brown trace.

I kissed her, gently, my passion sated.

She kissed me back the same way.

We lay in the afterglow like that for a while and then I chuckled and said, “feed me.”

She grinned and said, “I thought I did.”

I laughed and said, “that’s not very filling sweety. I DO need dinner.”

She slapped her belly and said, “I’m not terribly hungry.”

I laughed again and said, “are you going to make me eat alone?”

“Welllllllllllll,” she said, “I didn’t exactly say that.”

She rolled out of bed with that odd quickness and started for the bedroom door. I watched her big ass going, noting a trace of a brown ring right where her cheeks met and chastising myself for not doing a very good job cleaning her up.

I followed, more leisurely, and by the time I got to the kitchen she was rummaging in the refrigerator.

“Leftover chicken okay?” she asked and I nodded.

I got a beer and sat at the kitchen table, watching her. She threw together a dinner and as I watched her I chuckled.

“What,” she asked.

“Just enjoying looking at you,” I said.

She giggled and set the simple dinner before me – a chicken breast, warmed up mashed potatoes, corn, and beer. I did notice that her plate was as full as mine.

We ate in one of those companionable silences, smiling at each other, giggling as we stole a bite off of each other’s plate. Done, we did the dishes just like every “normal” couple did such things naked and shit smeared.

I did use the dishcloth to clean her ass. When she looked at me with one eyebrow up I said, “we can change sheets but the couch is a different matter.”

I opened a couple of more beers and led her into the family room. I went back and grabbed her breast pump. In the family room again I got it plugged in and on a side table in arms reach and then sat and patted my lap. She smiled and laid back, her head in my lap. I fumbled with her complicated remote, scrolled through the menus, and found a Jason Statham vehicle, a movie called “Homefront.”

Once I had all of that set up I put my finger in her nose and teased out a long, clear booger, lubricated her nipple, and latched the cup on it. I did the second nipple the same way. She looked, well, content, as we watched Jason kick ass for the next two hours. The pleasant whoosh-click of the pump was soporific. When it stopped at the half-hour timer I just reset it. She smiled.

The pump was on for the two-hour movie and then a half-hour nightly news. When I finally broke the latch her nipples were dark and distended. She winced when I pinched them. In bed we made love. Slow and sweet. And slept.

I woke with her nuzzling my neck.

“You’re sure?” she said.

I could hear her belly rumbling and when she belched softly the smell of vomit was strong on her breath.

I kissed her and brushed her hair back, very gently. Then I kissed her cheek, still bruised. I nibbled her ear a bit and whispered, “absolutely.”

I kissed her again and when I put enough distance between us to see her she was smiling.

Her face changed and she made another belch, this one stronger, her body sort of hunching.

I kissed her again and snuggled close, my erection against her belly, the softness erotic and arousing.

I felt her body jerk and heard the gurgle in her belly as the morning sickness took hold.

I held the kiss, not letting her go.

I could still feel her fighting it but I knew she couldn’t.

I let her mouth go and kissed her cheek again, and whispered, “it’s all right.”

She was still trying to hold back when the first little wave of her puke entered my mouth. My hand was at the back of her head now, holding her to me when her stomach finally let go.

I was surprised at both the force and the volume. Her puke filled my mouth suddenly, forced out my nose. It was bitter and the acid strong. When I swallowed it burned. I liked it.

I liked it a lot, but my body didn’t and I threw up myself.

The explosion was pretty spectacular. We were both covered in puke, our hair matted, our chests covered. When I gasped, catching my breath, she threw up again and I coughed.

It was like the sheer work our bodies were doing increased our passion. She climbed on me and was fucking me like a crazy woman. Each time she would gag and retch I would kiss her, sucking the thick slimy bitter bile loaded snot that was all she was getting up at that point and my own body would rebel, making me retch in turn.

She heaved even harder and I felt and heard her bowels release when she clenched around my cock so hard it hurt.

Interestingly I didn’t think of it as a “stink” any more, it was more like a scent, or an aroma. Something exciting. Something I knew I wanted more of.

She came and farted and shit a bit more and gagged up some more.

I licked at her mouth greedily, hoping I could keep it down.

She came again and this time I was right there with her.

She settled onto me, down to a few little jerks, gasping and getting out an “I love you” between gasps.

My own stomach rebelled again and when I gagged I shit more and then I pushed and pissed, still inside of her, flushing her with sterile urine.

Her eyes got big but she made no move to get off of me.

I crawled off the bed and got her breast pump and hooked her up.

For the next half hour, with the soft whoosh-click of the pump as background, I nuzzled her as she lay back, relaxing after the strain of the morning pukefest.

I kissed her face, her eyelids, her nose, her cheeks, her boobs. I caressed her belly and her arms. I touched her pussy and she didn’t even squirm she was so relaxed.

When the pump kicked off I unhooked her, helped her stand, and led her to the shower. We showered and I douched her and then we had breakfast.

We locked each other up and I was off to school.

Teaching today was better. You can always get college freshmen riled up with the early United States. Plenty of wars and any teacher who can’t get even the sleepiest freshman worked up over Indian removal or the various wars is simply in the wrong line of work.

Today, on my way home, I stopped by my favorite bakery and brought home a Fudge Lava cake. When I walked in she was vacuuming the living room dressed in nothing but her chastity belt. I couldn’t help but notice that her nipples were darker already, and the nipples themselves seemed larger, the areolas still the same size.

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“No. I don’t care what your grandma says, you’re not taking Sam with you on your trip,” my mom said VERY sternly.

“Why?” I groaned.

“Your grandma is doing something REALLY REALLY special for you. About the least respectful thing I can think for you to do is to pimp her out to your friends.”

“Mom, it’s not like that-” I started, but the look on my mom’s face told me it wasn’t worth continuing.

I went to my room and IMed my grandma and told her what had happened. She said that she would call later and try to talk to her but I had little hope that it would do any good. I felt terrible about the whole thing, especially that I had mentioned it to Sam before it was a done deal.

I have no idea what she said to my mom, but when I came down for dinner my mom told me I could take Sam with me over spring break. But she assured me that if either of us were anything other than perfect gentlemen that she would cancel our deal forever.

I texted Sam during dinner. He was excited beyond belief.

It was a long week and a half until spring break started. We used the time to get ready for the secondary benefit of Sam coming along on the trip.

I upgraded the hard drives attached to the peephole camera pointed at Sam’s mom’s room, so the camera could easily run for the nine days we would be gone. She hadn’t brought anyone home since the first one-night-stand we had captured on tape and we hoped Sam’s long absence would mean she would bring ATLEAST one guy back to her bedroom.

As soon as school ended the following week Sam and I packed our stuff into my car, said goodbye to my parents and got on the road.

The drive took us just a little over seven hours, during much of which, one or both of us was nursing an erection from either talking or thinking about the week ahead of us.

When we got there my grandma greeted us at the door. She looked amazing for being almost sixty. She was wearing a black t-shirt stretched over her giant breasts and a pair of blue jeans. Her blonde hair just barely touched her shoulders.

“I’m so glad you boys are here! Was the drive okay?” she said as she gave Sam a big hug, squashing her big tits against him. I could tell he was nervous, and his gaze awkwardly avoided hers.

“Who should I blow first?” she asked when she gave me a big soft hug.

“Sam’s a little nervous, so maybe it’d be best to start with me,” I said quietly.

As soon as we got our suitcases set down in the living room my grandma got to her knees right in front of me. She unzipped my pants and pulled out my stiff cock and quickly devoured it.

Sam let out a little gasp. His eyes were as wide as saucers and his dick sprang to life as he watched my grandma take my cock in and out of her mouth.

“Oh god that feels amazing,” I groaned.

Sam was breathing hard and rubbing his hand over his crotch.

“Oh-nnh,” I said as I ran my hand through her hair.

It only took a few minutes before I could tell I was going to lose it.

“Oh- I’m gonna cum Grandma,” I moaned.

She just pushed herself further until her lips her only an inch or so from the base of my cock. She looked up at me as I panted and moaned.

“Oh fuck-” I groaned as I felt my cock strain against her throat and start to erupt.

When my cock was finally empty she removed her lips from it and I collapsed onto the couch.

“Oh that was awesome,” I said, exasperated.

“Good,” she said. Then she turned to Sam. “Your turn, mister,” she said, motioning him over.

Sam nervously crossed the room until he stood a few feet away from her. He took a deep breath.

She hooked her fingers through his belt loops and pulled him over. He groaned as she rubbed her hand over his crotch.

“Nnnh,” he moaned as she reached into his pants and pulled his cock out. Sam’s cock was about an inch smaller than mine and I watched as it felt another’s touch for the first time.

“Oh jesus,” he whimpered as she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock.

“Oh jesus,” he groaned again as she slowly pushed her mouth further down his cock.

My grandma bobbed her head up and down a handful of times before he let out a loud groan.

“Oh jesus-nghgh. Nhhh.” I could tell he was cumming. When she had finished swallowing she wiped her hand over her mouth and quickly got to her feet.

“Do you boys want sandwiches or anything?” she asked.

Sam and I were both hungry and so she whipped us up some food before we all went to bed. My grandma had a big king size bed and she said we could all sleep there if we wanted to.

We went upstairs and she stripped down. We followed suit and then climbed into bed with her. She gave each konya seks hikayeleri of us a big kiss as our hands roamed over her body.

“You’re both giving up you springbreak to spend time with me,” she said,” So I wabt you to have WHATEVER you want while you are here.”

“You should fuck Sam,” I said as I squeezed one of her huge tits.

“Mmm,” she said as she reached over and rolled Sam on top of her.

“Oh god,” he moaned as she reached between them and grabbed ahold of his erection. She placed his cock against her pussy. Sam let out a groan as she guided him into her.

“Ungh-jesus,” Sam groaned as he thrust in and out of her quickly. She moaned as he humped her and she lurched forward, burying his face in her breasts.

I slowly stroked myself as I watched, and within a couple of minutes he was really grunting and groaning.

“Oh, I’m gonna cum!” he panted.

“Oh yeah,” she moaned, “Cum for Grandma.”

I watched as Sam gave a few final thrusts, spilling his seed inside of her.

Sam rolled off of her and tried to catch her breath while I took his place on top of her.

“So now it’s your turn?” she asked playfully.

“Uh-huh,” I said, sliding the tip of my cock up and down her wet lips.

I spread her legs further and pushed her knees up towards her elbows.

She let out a moan as I slid into her, her pussy sopping wet from a mixture of her juices and Sam’s cum.

“Oh yeah,” she panted. I gave her a big kiss and then planted my elbows right above her shoulders and started to slowly work my cock in and out of her.

“Oh David-nnh-oh you feel big,” she moaned.

After a few minutes I sped up, sliding in and out of her at a fair pace. Before long I could feel myself getting close and I pulled out.

She moaned and I rubbed my thumb back and forth across her clit for a couple of minutes. When she was starting to whimper and shake with orgasm, and I had recovered enough, I slid into her again.

“Oh yes baby-Nnuhh-Oh David, cum for me,” she wailed as my cock pounded her pussy.

I groaned as I exploded, pumping spurt after spurt deep inside her.

I woke up the next morning with a stiff case of morning wood pressed against my grandma’s hip. I casually grinded against her.

“Mmmm,” she said eventually, “Someone’s awful hard this morning.”

“I can’t help it, that’s just what sleeping next to such a gorgeous naked woman does to me,” I said.

She laughed. “I said you could have whatever you wanted this week, what’re you going to do about it?”

I got to my knees and pulled the covers off. My grandma was laying on her stomach. I spread her legs apart a little and I knelt between them. I spit into the palm of my hand and used it to make my cock slick. I lifted her hips a little and, as Sam rolled over to see what was going on, I plunged into her.

I grunted as I fucked her quickly. She shifted her weight to her right elbow. She reached her left hand over and wrapped it around Sam’s cock.

“Oh, what a way to wake up.” he groaned as she stroked him.

Before long I could feel my orgasm building. At the last moment I pulled out and sprayed my cum across her ass and her lower back.

After another minute Sam started to cum too. A bit of his cum hit the sides of her huge tits, squashed between her body and the bed.

After we cleaned up we ate a quick breakfast and then decided to go to the beach. It was only about a forty minute drive to the coast.

The beach was totally crowded because of spring break. We swam for a while and then laid out in the sun. My grandma looked better in a bikini than a woman her age had any business looking. She got more than a few looks when she laid out on her stomach and undid her top and had Sam and I rub sunscreen all over her back.

I drove her minivan on the way home. After my grandma and all the young girls at the beach, my erection was straining against my swim trunks.

“You gonna be able to make it all the way home with that thing?” my grandma asked as I pulled onto the freeway. “

“We’ll see,”

You don’t have to, you know,” she said.

“Oh, yeah?” I asked.

She reached her hand into my trunks and started slowly stroking my cock. I let out a heavy breath, trying to focus on the road.

“Pull over and put on the hazards.”

I fumbled for the blinker and guided the minivan to the shoulder. As I put the car in park she pulled my trunks down a little and leaned over and took my cock into her mouth.

I let out a groan as I looked around for the button to switch on the hazards. With my cock deep in her throat, she reached up and pushed a button on the steering column and the hazards began to blink.

“Holy shit,” I groaned as she sucked my cock. After about a minute she took her mouth off.

“Sam, you watch for police or any good samaritans pulling over to lend a hand,” she said before swallowing my cock again.

“Oh Grandma, that feels amazing,” I moaned, gripping the steering wheel.

The cars flying by didn’t appear to be able to see what was going on, although one semi let out a long blast of his air horn as he passed.

“Oh god, I’m gonna cum.” She buried her face in my lap until she had even the last centimeter of my cock in her mouth. I let out a loud groan as I sprayed my cum down her throat.

“That was awesome!” Sam said as my grandma sat up in her seat and wiped her mouth.

I was still breathing heavy as I pulled back onto the freeway. My grandma climbed into the back with Sam. I tried to keep my eyes on the road as I heard them kissing. I tilted my rearview mirror down so I could pretty much see what was happening.

She was straddling him and their lips were locked. She worked his trunks down and pulled her bikini bottoms to the side.

“Oh, that feels good,” Sam moaned as she lowered herself onto him.

The van’s windows were tinted but at least a few cars noticed what was going on. One car with three young guys started to drive right along side, pacing us.

Sam let out a groan into her massive tits. I kept driving as she kept riding him.

Within a couple of minutes Sam started to cum. She let out a little moan too as he spurted inside her.

When we got close to her house we stopped at a grocery store to pick up some food to grill for dinner.

“Do you boys drink?” my grandma asked. Sam and I looked at each other. We nodded our heads, through it was barely true. We’d each only had alcohol a handful of times.

“Do you want me to pick up some beers?” she asked.

“Sure.” I said, after a moment.

She ended up buying three six-packs. Two of corona and one of mike’s hard lemonade. All three of us cracked one open as the burgers started to grill and we went about fixing everything else up.

By the time we put the leftovers away we had each had three drinks. Both Sam and I really liked the mike’s better but neither of us would admit it. Having no tolerance to speak of, we were both quite tipsy.

“So what should we do tonight?” my grandma asked.

“Do you have that corset from Christmas?” I asked.

She nodded.

“You should put that on,” I said.

“Oh, should I?” she asked with a smile.

A few minutes later she came back downstairs wearing the black corset, black heels and nothing else.

“God you look amazing Grandma,” I said, my eyes glued to her bouncing breasts, pushed up toward the ceiling by her corset.

“Thanks honey,” she said with a sultry smile. She pushed her boobs together, sending them even higher.

“Those are amazing!” Sam said.

She came over and sat between us on the couch. She gave Sam a long slow kiss before turning to me and doing the same. Our hands roamed over her body. She lifted her left leg over Sam’s lap and her right leg over mine. I reached down and rubbed my fingers up and down her spread pussy as I kissed her neck.

“Oh, that feels good,” she said. “How do you want me? How do you want to use your grandma?” she asked.

I could feel my face flush with lust and intoxication.

“Get down on the carpet on all fours,” I said.

She quickly got down on all fours in front of the couch. Sam and I peeled our clothes off as she crawled away from us to the center of the room.

After I kicked my boxers off I walked over and knelt down behind her. I gripped her hips, staring for a moment at her wet, waiting pussy. Then I slid into her warm vagina.

“Unhh yes-” she said just before Sam pushed his cock into her mouth.

I slammed into her wildly. I could hear her gag a bit on Sam’s dick. I reached around and squeezed her gigantic tits which had long ago escaped the confines of her corset.

Within a few minutes both Sam and I were grunting and panting.

“Wait,” I said, pulling out. I caught my breath and got to my feet. My grandma pulled her mouth off of Sam’s cock and she caught her breath too.

” . . . I wanna give you a facial,” I said.

“Oh yeah?” she asked, panting and getting up onto her knees. “Good lord you’re a dirty boy, aren’t you?” she said, wrapping her hand around my cock and pointing it at her face.

“Uh-huh,” I said as she stroked me.

“Tell me,” she said.

“I’m a dirty boy,” I groaned. I motioned for Sam to join me. He got to his feet and stood next to me. She wrapped her left hand around his cock and started to stroke him too.

“Tell me how dirty,” she said grinning up at me.

“I’m a dirty boy . . . who wants to cover his grandma’s face in his cum.”

“Yeah?”

“I want to see you beautiful face dripping with our cum,” I groaned.

Sam started to grunt. My grandma closed her eyes as Sam’s spurt caught her across her lips and nose. He left hand slowed but her right hand sped up. I moaned for most of another minute before I exploded.

My first spurt sent a stream from her chin to her forehead. The second blast nearly glued her eye shut.

“Good lord!” she said, laughing as the last of my cum rained down on her. She opened one eye and looked up at me, standing over her smiling.

She licked the semen off her lips and then swallowed it. “You like that?” she asked.

“Oh god yes,” I said, nodding vigorously.

My grandma decided a shower was definitely in order. Sam and I joined her in the big walk in shower she had. After she washed her face off we helped her soap up.

Sam was in front of her and rubbed his sudsy hands over her massive breasts again and again as he kissed her. My soapy cock was pressed up against her ass and my right hand reached around her and rubbed her pussy.

“Mmm,” she responded as I slowly rubbed by fingers over her slit..

After a minute or so I took a step back. I grabbed her around the hips and pulled her ass toward me, so she was leaning forward slightly. I spread her legs apart and grabbed the detachable shower head behind me. I rotated the head until its spray changed to a concentrated pulsing stream. I positioned the shower head between her legs. She moaned into Sam’s lips as pulse after pulse of water assaulted her pussy. Before long her whole body was shaking and her huge breasts were crushed against Sam, who she was gripping for support.

After her orgasm subsided we got out of the shower and toweled off. The three of us climbed into her bed naked and her soft, smooth hands worked each of our cocks to a long, slow orgasm.

By the end of the week Grandma, and especially Sam and I had cum too many times to count.

When I got home, my mom grudgingly confirmed that Grandma had called and confirmed that she had a wonderful week, and that she had loved having both Sam and I visit.

My dad eagerly demanded details of all that had happened. While I was laying out the details I could feel by cell phone buzz as it received a text message.

‘Dude! you gotta check out the footage!’ it read. I finished retelling some of what had happened during the week, but before long I excused myself to go and put my stuff away.

I tossed my bags on the floor in my room and quickly got on my computer. I logged onto the remote access program I used to access the hard drives in Sam’s room.

I could tell that Sam had already surfed through the footage and deleted much of it. Three dated folders remained from the time during our trip.

I opened each file in turn and looked through the footage. The videos were of Sam’s mom with two different guys. Neither of them had a cock quite as big as the guy in the first encounter we captured, but they both had what I considered to be ‘massive’ cocks. The white guy in the first video was probably about nine inches. The black guy in the other two videos was probably an inch longer than that.

I pulled out my cock and started to stroke it but thought better of it and put it away.

‘Wow, man.’ I texted Sam back. ‘INSANE’.

I zipped up my pants and headed downstairs. My parents were laying on the couch together. My dad had the remote in his hand and was flipping through the channels.

My mom looked great, even in her weekend attire. She wore a pair of jeans and a comfy threadbare t-shirt that was loose everywhere but where her C-cup breasts filled it out and stretched the fabric just a bit. her mid-length brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail.

“Mom,” I said, “Can I have a handjob?” I asked.

“Seriously?” she asked.

“What?” I asked.

“Just after the week you described I’m surprised you’ve got anything left in you!”

I just smiled and adjusted my erection.

“Fine, come over here,” she said, sitting up.

I sat down next to her and she unzipped my pants. My dad watched but continued flipping through channels. She wrapped her hand around my cock and started to stroke me.

“You’re an animal, you know that?” she said with a grin.

After a minute she leaned over and gave me a slow wet kiss.

“I’m glad you’re home,” she said. Then she stopped stroking and leaned down toward my cock. She gave me another slow, wet kiss, this one on the tip of my cock.

“Mmmm . . . ,” I sighed.

Then she sat back up and resumed stroking.

“That kiss was on the house, but you still gotta pay for the handjob.”

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I was having a hard time. My final examinations were approaching, but I just could not get down to studying. At 18, I had always been a pretty good student. However, my performances were beginning to slip. Everyone was worried. My teachers were unable to make out why I was suddenly neglecting my studies at such a vital time. My mother was at the end of her wits. She had single handedly put me through school after my father had ditched us and left with a girl half his age when I was ten.

The problem, as one may guess, was girls. I just could not stop thinking about them. I was still a virgin. I had never seen a girl naked in the flesh leave alone fuck one, and I was dying to get a chance. The best I could get were some nude pictures over which I would masturbate.

One morning I was sitting at my study desk pretending to study. I was actually busy ogling at the pictures of a nude woman with great tits that a friend had supplied me with. I was jacking away feverishly trying to release my sexual tension. I did not know that I had forgotten to shut the door of my room. I never knew when my mother entered the room, but she caught me red handed at what I was doing.

As one may well imagine, she simply chewed me out. The entire moral science book was thrown at me. Nothing better could be expected, she said, from the son of a father as was mine. I was a pervert and a maniac, she said. I could not say anything. I somehow managed to stuff my cock into my pants and hung my head in shame and listened as Mother continued to rave at me.

We did not exchange a look or word that entire day. We ate our meals in silence and I tried to keep in my room as far as possible and avoid meeting with Mother as far as possible. I was the most thankful guy in the world when we finally finished our dinner that night and it was time for both of us to turn in.

I was about to get into bed when I heard my mother calling me from her room. I went there with my heart sinking. I was sure she was going to give me another lecture about what had happened earlier that day. When I got to her room I found it was dark. I stood at the doorway unsure about what I should do.

“Come inside.” Said Mother. “Keep the lights off.”

I did as she said. Maybe she had a headache, I thought. I approached her bed. Some residual light from outside was all that came into the room. I came and stood beside her komşu seks hikayeleri bed. I saw that she was lying on her bed and then with a shock I realised that she was lying stark naked.

I stood there totally stunned. Mother was no a beauty queen but she was always quite an eyeful to look at, standing 5’5″ tall, and weighing about 65 kgs. She has a magnificent pair of boobs measuring 40D. We stared at each other for a while and then I panicked and was about to run, when Mother caught my hand and pulled me to her. She pulled my head to her tits.

“Do you like them?” She asked softly. “Are they as good as the one you were seeing in those pictures?”

I was dumbstruck. I did not know what to say.

“You can enjoy my breasts if you want.” Said Mother. “Come feel them and kiss them. I think you will enjoy them.”

I felt as though I was living in some dream. I started slowly by kissing and sucking at her nipples. Soon I got into the mood. I sucked and kissed and squeezed her tits to my heart’s content. At times, Mother would cry out in pain as I became more and more wild with desire. In fact her breasts were covered with bruises the next morning, but she never tried to stop me.

“Would you like to fuck your Ma?” She asked after a while as I began to ease up a little.

“Yes, Ma, I would.” I said, still quite unable to believe my ears and my luck. “Oh, I would love to fuck you.”

“Fine, you can.” She said. “However, I have some conditions.”

“Oh, I will do whatever you say.” I told her. “Just let me fuck you once. Please, Ma, please.”

“I realise that the reason for your poor performance at studies is your preoccupation with women and sex.” She said. “That is quite natural at your age, but in our society it will be difficult for you to get satisfaction anywhere. However, we cannot let it ruin your career and life, can we? I will let you have all the sex you wish with me on condition that you start concentrating on your studies once more. Do you agree to that? Will you make me proud of you once more?”

“I do, Ma.” I promised her fervently. “I promise you I will never let you down again.”

“What are you waiting for in that case?” She asked laughing. “Come and fuck me good and hard, my son. I am dying for some sex as well. I haven’t had any ever since your father left us and went away.”

I did not any further invitations. I climbed on top of her. I was so nervous and eager to start that I could not put my cock into her love hole properly. She laughed and helped me guide my cock into her hole. It was like entering heaven. I had never felt such ecstasy in my life. It was so soft and snug and warm inside her. Her pussy was a bit tight on account of all the years without use, but slowly my cock sunk its whole length into her.

“Oh you are so BIG!” Mother exclaimed. “Oh I’m going to love this!”

I began to move on top of her. We quickly settled into a rhythm. I drove my body deeper and deeper into her. She sucked me deeper and deeper into her. Waves of ectasy swept over both of us. Soon we were both moaning in sheer rapture. We covered each other’s body with kisses and bites as we moved to still higher and higher levels of pleasure. I could feel my cock begin to swell inside Mother’s belly. She felt it too as she began to scream with pleasure as the friction inside her pussy got more and more unbearable.

Finally I could not hold back the fire raging in my balls any longer. My cock exploded inside Mother sending streams of my sperm spurting to every nook and corner of her belly. We continued thrusting against each other till at last all the sperm in my balls had been squeezed out of me and had fallen inside her.

We tenderly kissed each other on each other’s face and neck still unable this wonderful new facet to our relationship. Finally I fell asleep with my heads cradled by Mother against her tits while she caressed my head and back lovingly and tenderly, kissing the top of my head every now and then.

I woke up a few hours later to a wonderful sensation. At first I could not make out what it was. Gradually I realised it was being caused by Mother riding me. She had woken up ahead of me. She had begun playing with my cock while I slept. My cock had soon become erect all over again on its own while I was slept. Mother had rolled me over on to my back and had climbed on top of me. She had inserted my cock inside her pussy and had taken it fully inside her pussy. When I had finally come out my sleep she was already riding away hard on top of me, with her tits juggling in gay abandon in front of my face.

I caught hold of her tits and began to squeeze them while joining into her rhythm. She moaned unable to bear the wonderful sensations of pleasure and pain together. I pulled her tits to my mouth and began to suck them. Mother began to ride me harder and harder. She was groaning with ecstacy and she moved up and down in a frenzy on my impaled cock. Since I had emptied my balls only a little while back I was taking some time to come again. I could feel Mother begin to get exhausted, so I turned our positions around with my cock still inside her and began to fuck her juicy body now under me harder and harder. Mother was screaming and sobbing with pleasure as my cock threatened to tear her apart. I drove my cock into her mercilessly again and again and again.

I could feel the floodgates in my testicles finally burst and my sperms begin to flood into my cock. I tried to hold them back for as long as I could, but finally the sensations in my cock were too much for me to bear and I let go. Once more a fair amount of my cum splashed into Mother’s womb. I continued to drive myself into her until I was totally drained.

We lay in each other’s arms silently gazing at each other for a long time.

“I will make you very proud of me, Ma.” I promised her. “I will give you that you want from me — as a son or in any other manner you want. I will make you as happy as I can. I give you my solemn promise on that.”

“That is all I can wish for.” Mother replied smiling. “From now on you are not only my son, but also much more. Somehow, I feel certain that you will make me proud and happy in every way.”

So saying, we fell asleep, a deep and contented sleep, in each other’s arms. Mother arranged a vacation for a week at a lonely hill station where we put up at a comfortable but discreet hotel. We did nothing for the entire week but fuck each other crazy. We were two totally sex hungry animals suddenly given this wonderful opportunity to satiate our needs. At the end of the week we were barely able to stand on our feet, but we were happy beyond belief.

Needless to say I have been able to keep my part of the bargain. Once we got back from the vacations I dug my teeth into my studies. Mother gave me all the sex I needed. I passed my examinations with flying colours, doing even better that what I had been expected of me. I am now studying at one of the top engineering institutes in the country. I have to stay at a hostel. Mother and I miss other terribly when I am away. However, I try to get home every now and then whenever I manage get a few day’s holidays together. Then Mother and I spend the time we have together fucking each other’s brains out.

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In the upstairs bedroom, which belonged to their mother, Michael and Katie were just concluding another round of hard, sweaty sex. It was late Sunday morning and they had decided to get in one more fling before their mother, Julie, returned home from visiting her sister.

“Fuck that was good!” panted Katie.

She rolled off her brother and lay limp on the bed beside him, trying to catch her breath. Michael lay on his back taking long deep breaths, staring at the ceiling with a satisfied smile on his face.

“What time is it?” he said, drawing circles around his sister’s nipple with his finger.

Katie looked at the clock on the night stand. It was 10:42. Their mother was supposed to be home sometime between three and five. That meant there was still time to get in one more good fuck before she got home.

“About a quarter ’til eleven,” she said, her breathing a little more controlled. “We’ve still got plenty of time.”

“Now might be a good time to change the sheets though; we can hit it again in my bed later,” Michael said, sitting up.

They both rolled out of the bed and pulled off the sex stained sheets. During the process of putting down new covers, Michael couldn’t resist grabbing his sister’s ass several times and giving her little squeezes, making her squeal with laughter.

“Mike!” she laughed. “C’mon, let’s go shower.”

“Right behind ya; giving it to you, that is.”

Katie went and started the shower while Michael disposed of the dirty sheets in the laundry room. He happened to glance at the phone and saw the message light blinking.

Huh, I don’t remember hearing the phone he thought. Well of course I wouldn’t have heard it we were upstairs; God she’s got some lungs on her.

He hit the play button.

*Beep* “Hi kids, this is your mother calling. Just wanted to let you know that I’m going to be coming back a few hours early, so make sure to clean up any party messes before I get there! I’m leaving at eight tomorrow morning so I should be home by ten or so. Love you! See you then! *Beep* End of message.”

Michael’s heart froze. It was now 10:50.

Ten? Oh shit. Oh SHIT. Please, PLEASE let her have been late.

He ran upstairs, his stomach filling with guilt. At the end of the hall, Katie was standing naked, waiting for her brother to join her in the shower. She noticed the look of panic in Michael’s eyes.

“Mike,” she said worriedly, “what’s wrong?”

“Fuck, Katie. We may be in deep shit. Mom left a message, said she was coming home early. Thought she would be here around ten.”

Katie felt her stomach drop and panic started to spread.

“Ten? Fuck, oh no, shit; Mike, you don’t think she heard us?”

“Well Christ, if she did come home, there’s no way she could have stepped foot in the door without hearing us. We always left the door open, remember? And we made no attempt to be quiet.”

“Shit. Shit! Well is her car out there? Maybe she’s running late,” she whimpered.

“It’s not, I already checked. Either she’s not home yet, God I hope that’s the case, or she’s SERIOUSLY pissed and is on the rampage somewhere.”

“Fuck. Well what should we do?” she asked, her voice raising with panic.

“If she heard us then all we can do is wait for her to get back and accept the consequences,” he said with a shaky voice, feeling he might vomit at any second. Then remembering that his sister was also just as afraid, he tried to play the courageous big brother and added, “Unless you wanna make a run for the border or something, my car could probably make it.”

She appreciated his attempt to soothe her. If they got out of this alive, she planned on giving him a very special ‘thank you’.

They both got dressed and went downstairs to wait, either for their mother’s second return and the inevitable fury, or for her to return from their aunt’s, oblivious to their activities.

There was no discussion between them as they waited. Each was lost in their own thoughts, imagining what terrible fate might await them if their mother had discovered that her children had been fucking the living shit out of each other in her bed. Michael feared his mother would return accompanied by the police, who would then haul him off to jail on charges of abuse. Katie was thinking about which of her girlfriends she could call to stay with after her mother disowned her and threw her out.

At length, they heard a car pull up into the driveway.

“Shit. I think I’m going to be sick,” Michael said in a low wavering voice, staring at the floor. His normal calmness had utterly abandoned him at the prospect of having been caught with his sister; not just caught with his sister, but caught by his mother.

The air was still, like the silence before some terrible storm that was just on the brink of exploding forth with all its fury. The shadow of their mother passed by the living room window. The knob turned slowly; Katie could have sworn that it was turning in slow motion, drawing out the moment kocaeli seks hikayeleri before their inevitable doom.

It opened and Julie came in carrying her suitcase in one hand and her duffle bag slung over the other shoulder.

“Hi kids!” she said smiling. Noticing the fearful look in Katie’s eyes, she quickly added, “Katie! What’s wrong? Are you okay? Where’s Michael, is he okay?”

Katie, with a surge of relief washing over her, tried to answer her mother in a casual tone.

“Hi Mom, everything’s fine. Michael’s right there on the sofa,” she pointed to where her brother was sitting, now slouched so low that she could only see the very top of his head.

“Hi Mom,” he said, standing up and walking over to hug her as though nothing was wrong. He took her bags from her.

Julie saw that something was also bothering her son and was determined to find out what it was. Had they had a party and were only hoping she wouldn’t notice the missing vase that had been broken? Had they wrecked one of the cars?

“Kids, what’s going on here? You two look like you’re waiting for the executioner!”

Thinking quickly, Michael replied:

“Well Mom, we were just worried something might have happened to you. Your message said you would be here at ten. We thought you might have gotten into a wreck or something since you hadn’t called to say you were running late.”

“Oh,” Julie said sounding relieved, “no honey, I’m just fine. I left your aunt’s a little later than I planned. She cooked a very big breakfast for all of us and I got away a little late. I appreciate the concern though!”

She hugged him and Katie came over to hug her as well. Fate had spared them! Thank heavens! Thank Aunt Sarah and her bad sense of time! Thank pancakes and eggs and bacon and all big breakfasts everywhere!

Julie went upstairs to unpack. Michael unconsciously watched her ass as she mounted the stairs; he quickly snapped out of it as he realized it, though not with disgust, just surprise. He had never considered his mother sexually before. Then again, he had never considered his sister either. The thought stayed with him for a moment as he considered it.

“Katie,” their mother called down the stairs, “come up and look at the jewelry your aunt bought for you!”

Katie quickly glanced at her brother with a look that said “Thank God she didn’t catch us!”, and went up to her mothers room, where they had, only an hour before, been fucking quiet hard.

The rest of the afternoon passed uneventfully. Michael fell back into his usual routine and sat down in front of the TV. Katie and her mother were trying on the various bits of jewelry that Sarah, Julie’s sister, had given to them. Sarah was a bit of a pack rat when it came to jewelry and had decided it was time to clean out a little of her ‘treasure chamber’, as she called it. Usually she would give it away to her friends and relatives. This time she had also gone out and bought some for Julie and Katie, while of course replenishing her own stockpile.

***

Julie fixed dinner and everyone sat down at the table together. It was a normal meal, except that because Katie and Michael hadn’t eaten much during their weekend of marathon fucking, they both ate ravenously.

“You two act like you haven’t eaten in a year!” Julie commented.

“Well of course not mom, we spent all the food money on beer,” Michael said in a straight tone, masking sarcasm.

They all three laughed. Katie went to the stove and got more of the macaroni and another piece of hamburger.

“Hey, just bring the pot back with ya,” Michael said through a mouth of partially chewed beef.

“You didn’t really spend the money all on beer did you?” Julie asked, not understanding why her children were so hungry.

“‘Course not mom, I was just joking. There’s an old pizza box if you don’t believe me,” Michael replied. He scooped out more macaroni onto his plate and nodded towards the box on the counter.

“I’ve been following your advice and have been out exercising every day over the weekend. I even went out to a bar a couple of nights ago with Tim, you remember him? One of my school buddies,” this last bit was a little psychology trick he employed to change the subject, avoiding having to explain why Katie was likewise so hungry.

“Well, good for you honey,” his mother said delightedly. “I told you you would thank me for it.”

Julie unconsciously began noticing his muscles in a less-than-motherly way. She knew he was fit from doing his kung fu or whatever it was called, but she had never noticed how sexy he really looked.

“So, did you meet any girls while you were out?” she added in a teasing voice.

“Well, sort of, yeah.”

He said it with a completely straight face, but Katie looked down quickly, blushing furiously.

“So, do I get to meet her?” Julie said, not quiet believing him.

“I think you might already know her,” Michael replied, loving the effect it was causing on his sister.

“Hmm, well what’s her name?” Julie asked, testing him.

“Katie.”

His sister froze on the other side of the table.

“Katie…?” Julie asked.

“Jacobs. Katie Jacobs; I think you know her mother, Christie.”

“Mmm, Christie Jacobs,” she paused for a moment, trying to recall any Judy she might know, wondering if her son were just making up a name so she would stop bothering him. “No, I don’t think that rings any bells.”
“Oh, I thought you said she was one of your gym buddies?”

“No, although I do know a Christine Jenkins from the gym.”

“Oh, I must have gotten the two mixed up,” he said; his quick mind had escaped the mounting lie, with all the skill of a seasoned pro. He smiled inside his mind. “Anyway, Katie is a student at the university. We went out last night.”

“Well, I’m very glad to hear that,” she said, finally buying his story.

Across the table, Katie breathed easy once again, looking at her brother and smiling while shaking her head.

After dinner, Julie asked both the kids to wash up while she put her clothes in the basement washer, the larger of the two they owned. Just before she went downstairs, she cast a glance back over her shoulder towards Michael, admiring his strong shoulders as he stood at the sink. She sighed and descended to the basement, unaware of what she was feeling.

Katie punched Michael playfully in the arm while he was rinsing off the dishes.

“You jerk,” she said.

Laughing, he replied, “What, you didn’t think I would really tell her, did you?”

He grabbed her ass and shoved his tongue in her mouth. She kissed back for a moment, moaning, but then pulled away.

“Not while Mom’s home!” she said in a low voice. “Have you forgotten the near catastrophe of this morning? My heart can’t take too much more stress right now without exploding!”

“Ok, ok,” he said, giving in with a smile, “but you shoulda seen the look on your cute little face. It was classic.”

***

An hour later, around 6:30, Katie got a call from one of her girlfriends asking her to go out for a movie and drinks with some other girls. Figuring that since her mother was home, she had very little chance of getting it on with Michael, so she agreed.

“What time do you expect you’ll be back?” Julie asked.

“I dunno, probably eleven or twelve. Not too late.”

“Okay, have a good time. Be careful.”

“Thanks, Mom. I will.”

Michael watched as she headed for the door, regretting that there was not a chance to give it to her before she headed out. She looked back over her shoulder at him, pouting her lips and giving him puppy dog eyes.

Damn, she looks cute like that.

After Katie had gone, he went and plopped down on the couch and turned on the TV. Julie was sitting at her computer reading through her various emails and newsgroups.

Michael looked over at her, recalling staring at her ass earlier, and admired her figure. For being 37, her body was still in very good shape. She was wearing a sleeveless silk shirt and the same tight pants. Her hair, which was the same color as his and Katie’s, was pulled up from its usual shoulder length into a bun. Her figure was like her daughters, with curves in all the right places and in good proportions. He felt himself getting a little hot taking her image in. His inhibitions about lust had been torn down over the weekend, as had any about incest. He stared freely at her, beginning to wonder if he could have her as he had, repeatedly, had his sister. His thoughts were broken as she spoke:

“So why aren’t you out tonight? Thought you said you were dating someone,” she said, her attention still on the computer screen.

“Well we had one date; doesn’t mean I’m engaged to her.”

“You don’t like her then?”

“Oh I like her just fine; more than fine in fact, I just don’t want to get to smothery, y’know?”

“I understand. What about your friend Tim then?”

“Nah, he’s with some girl he picked up the same night. They hit it off pretty good, I guess.”

“Oh well. Guess you’ll have to spend your night at home with your mother, as embarrassing as that is.”

“Aw, it’s not embarrassing Mom.”

In fact, why don’t we relax a bit. You could start by taking off those clothes. How ’bout a nice massage followed by a nice relaxing FUCK? Moving a little fast aren’t you, chief? I don’t think so, no. Well, shit, you just fucked your sister for the first time a couple days ago. Yeah, and nearly every second since then, so? I dunno I’m just sayin–Look, did you think there was any chance of nailing Katie? No, guess not. Well that turned out pretty damned good didn’t it? Yeah, down right fucking excelente in fact, amigo. Well, if she was in to it, maybe Mom is too? Eh…maybe you’re right. Besides, don’t tell me that she hasn’t got a fucking hot body, now that I’m noticing it. You’re correctomondo, chief.

He continued staring at his mother, thinking about fucking in her in different positions and making her come; all the dirty talk spewing from her mouth, just like it had from his sister.

Katie! Man, what a fucking trip it would be to fuck both of them together. A fucking threesome with my mother and sister, shit! Probably pass out again after that. Ménage à fuckin’ trois d’inceste! I’d finish by coming on both their faces…ahh yeah…

His cock had swollen and was making a nice lump in his pants. Thoughts, serious thoughts, of just going over to his mother and grabbing her tits from behind were entering into his mind. Besides, who really knew for sure what her reaction would be? Maybe incest was an accepted idea in the family. It certainly was between his sister and himself.

He imagined himself getting up and walking behind her. Grabbing her tits and kissing her neck. She would get up and turn around, kissing him lustily and gently squeezing his cock, then would remove her shirt, letting him suck on her tits while she moaned. They would both undress and move to the couch where he would start fucking her from behind, then sitting down while she rode him as she sat in his lap, like Katie had done. As they finished he would come on her face while she licked his cock clean. No! He would come deep inside her and she would sit in his lap riding out every last wave of her orgasm and milking his cock dry.

“Well, I think I’m going to go take a shower,” Julie said, standing up from the computer. “Would you mind putting my laundry into the dryer downstairs?”

“Sure, Mom,” he said, snapping out of his fantasy, “be glad to.”

“Thanks, sweetie.”

She headed up the stairs, with her sons eyes glued to her ass. Michael remembered going up to watch his sister when she went to shower a few days before, and the events that had followed. He went upstairs again, hoping to get the same glimpse of his mother as she headed to the shower naked.

He heard the faucets going and hoped he wasn’t too late. Stealthily, he stole up the stairs to his hiding spot. As he reached the top he was disappointed however: the door was shut and he could make out her shadow at the bottom, meaning she was already in there undressing.

Thinking of an alternative, he quickly formulated a plan. He headed down to the basement and put his mothers clothes into the dryer, as she had asked. Then he went back upstairs, this time going into his mothers bedroom, with which he had become very well acquainted over the weekend. Since her clothes were in the laundry, there was little chance that she would be rummaging through her closet, so he decided to conceal himself inside.

It was a walk-in style closet and offered him ample space to hide while still maintaining a perfect view of the room. With the light off, the closet was bathed in pitch black shadows that would make it impossible for someone outside to see a person within.

His cock hardened at the thought of seeing his mother naked and the minutes seemed to go by like hours as he waited. Finally he heard the shower stop. His cock got even harder and he got ready for her approach.

The door opened and in walked Julie, wrapped in a towel and one around her head. She closed the door behind her and moved to the bed. First, she took off the top towel and tossed it on the bed. Then she removed the towel from around her body and tossed it likewise. She was facing away from the closet when she did this, allowing Michael to only see her ass. He was hardly disappointed though, her ass was just as perfect as Katie’s, possibly a little better.

She walked to her dresser and picked up a brush and began to run it through her hair. She walked around as she did it, finally turning towards the closet, offering Michael a full view of her tits and pussy. Her tits were a little larger than Katie’s, and if possible, even more sexy. Her hips, a lttle wider. She had a slightly fuller figure than her daughter, which Michael found himself appreciating very much. Her pussy had a narrow strip of trimmed hair above it, but was otherwise clean shaven. He didn’t think that she dated or was sexually active beyond her own masturbation, so this puzzled him.

Maybe she just likes to keep it nice and neat. It’ll make it good when I’m eating her out. Oh keep going Mom.

When she was done brushing her hair, she walked back to the dresser and laid down the brush. She then turned and walked towards the closet. Michael panicked for a moment and did his best to bury himself behind some clothes.

She came in and turned on the light. He was now three feet away from his mother in all her nakedness. Thankfully, she could not detect him and she grabbed some silk sleeping garments. Her breasts were even more sexy up close, bouncing a little as she moved. He desperately wanted to pop out of the shadows and grab her, but he supposed that even if she would be willing to fuck him in ordinary circumstances, seeing someone pop out of her closet would probably not go over well.

She found what she wanted and turned off the light, leaving the closet and going back to the bed. He moved back to his position at the door and watched her dress.

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Although I have written this story to stand alone, you may want to read my first submission, A Soldier’s Story, to get the historical perspective.

I decided to do a little re-write on this story when I received an e-mail from a lovely articulate lady, stating that although she liked it, there were a number of errors. Many of them were because of my lack of knowledge of the English culture, but there seemed to be a number of spelling and grammatical errors. There was one thing she pointed out that had to be changed as she correctly indicated that a portion of my readers might find it distressing.

So I want to extend my heartfelt thanks to Catheath for her help and her gentle criticism. And even thought she lives on the other side of “the pond” I won’t yell. Thank you so much Catheath.

*

I was born in November of 1969 in a small town in Vermont. At the time of my birth, my father was fighting a war in Southeast Asia. He had no idea that I had been born; in fact he didn’t even know mom was pregnant. So when he got home from the war, he had a little surprise waiting for him, Terrance, Jr.

At the time, Mom was living with Grandma. Uncle Freddy (who later married Grandma) lived close by. Uncle Freddy was a plumber and could build and fix anything in the world.

Dad had been drafted into the U.S. Army in September of 1968. When Dad came home for Christmas leave, he and mom ran off to Maryland and got married. They got back two days later and my Grandma and Uncle Freddy wanted to kill them, but they came to accept the marriage. This was especially so later, when Mom announced that she was pregnant.

My Dad didn’t have any family. His Father had died when he was very young and his Mother passed away shortly before he was drafted. Grandma and Uncle Freddy had taken care of him when his Mother worked and when she died they were his only family.

Dad told us that he had been in love with Mom for as long as he could remember. She was two years older than him but that never bothered them. When he was drafted, they decided that they would marry. Grandma and Uncle Freddy wanted them to wait, but they couldn’t.

Mom told us that Dad came home the weekend before he shipped out to Southeast Asia. About 6 weeks later, Mom announced to Grandma and Uncle Freddy that she was expecting.

The strange thing was that Grandma was also pregnant. At the time Grandma was only 37 years old. It seems that she and Uncle Freddy wanted to start a family. They were married a short time later.

Grandma gave birth in August of 1969 to a beautiful little blonde girl they named Sally. Thus, when I was born my “Aunt” Sally was three months old.

Mom and Grandma ran a restaurant in the city not far from us. They were both graduates of a culinary institute in Chicago. They moved here and bought the restaurant just before Sally was born.

Sally and I grew up together. Grandma and Uncle Freddy lived two houses away. Mom and Grandma would take care of us while the other one was at the restaurant.

We went to nursery school and Elementary School together. We also went to the same high school, but were only in a few classes together.

I was closer with Sally than with any of my siblings. I had two younger sisters and one brother; Sally had one younger brother. We treated them like the little children that we knew they were.

When Dad got out of the Army, he attended a university close by, finally getting his doctorate in Astro-physics.

Uncle Freddy said, “We always knew that Big Terry had his head in the clouds but now his head is in the stars.”

Dad went on to teach at the State University eventually ending up a full professor.

When Sally and I were eight years old, her father, Uncle Freddy was killed in a car accident. Sally and I cried in each other’s arms for weeks. Grandma, and Mom and Dad sold their houses and bought one big enough for all of us. Then, we were all together.

Mom died from a brain tumor, when I was fourteen,. The loss really destroyed me. I became unruly and started to run with an ugly crowd. I wouldn’t listen to anyone and school was of no importance.

For about a year, I was uncontrollable. I don’t know what would have happened to me, if it hadn’t been for Sally. She never gave up on me. Finally, with her help I found my way home and realized that I wasn’t being punished by some malevolent god.

I got back to school and my studies and after graduation went to a University out of state. Sally went to the university Dad taught at. For the first time Sally and I were separated.

We missed each other terribly, talking on the phone as much as possible. Actually, until Dad had a fit about the phone bill and then we would hold off for a while.

Sally would write letters to me all the time. The letters would go on for pages. But, I am the worse letter writer in the world. I probably wrote one letter to five of hers.

At the university, I dated some and then met a beautiful blonde girl named Eileen. We kırşehir seks hikayeleri dated for a couple of years. She came home with me a few times. Eileen and Sally got on wonderfully. A year after I graduated, we married.

Sally majored in marketing and went on to get an MBA. She got a job with a major marketing company and quickly rose through the ranks.

At school she met a really nice guy named Erik and they married after she graduated. The four of us got along wonderfully. We often double dated and even went on vacations together.

I had studied mechanical engineering and went to work for a major international construction company. As part of my job, I did quite a lot of traveling.

Eileen was an elementary school teacher. Being away so much did nothing for my marriage. Eileen finally told me that she had met someone else. He was also a teacher and was always there for her. We separated and divorced. It was rather amicable and we actually remained friendly.

After the divorce, I threw myself into my work, as I look back I think that I was affected by the divorce more than I would admit. I didn’t see much of my family and nothing of Sally. I thought that she has Erik and didn’t need to worry about me. I spent much of my time traveling all over the world and lost touch with everyone.

About two years later, I was on an extended stay in London, working on the Thames Barrier. It was interesting work and kept me busy.

I did a little dating, nothing steady. I reasoned that I didn’t want to get into a relationship and ruin it because I would never be home. In reality, I just wasn’t interested in any of the women that I met.

SALLY

I had been in London for about six months, when I got a phone call from Sally. She was in London on a business conference and wondered if I would be free to meet sometime in the next few days. She sounded different. She was distant and cold.

Of course, I said I would be free any time she wanted. I wanted to see her that night, but she put me off and we set a date for two days later.

I sat down and it hit me, she was hurt and angry that I had cut off all contact with her after my divorce. I had been only thinking about myself and not about anyone else. I felt terrible and decided that I would try to make it up to her while she was here.

Two days later, we met for tea. I couldn’t believe what I saw. Sally was dressed in a very austere dark suit. She was not wearing any make-up. Usually she never needed it as her natural coloring was, in my mind, beautiful. Now, however, she looked pale, almost washed out. Her hair was pulled back in a severe bun. She looked at least ten years older.

What had happened to that free easygoing, happy girl that I knew and loved?

As I approached her, she held out her hand. We SHOOK HANDS. No hug, no kiss, we just shook hands. She sort of smiled and said “Terrance, its so good to see you, how have you been?”

“TERRANCE???”…Sally had never caller me Terrance, not even when we fought as children. I was in shock, I had hurt her more than I realized.

We sat down at a table and ordered tea. As soon as the waiter left, I said, “Sally, I am so sorry. I have been a complete bastard and I only thought of myself, I …”

“Terrance” she interrupted and said, “There is nothing to apologize about, I fully understand. You went through a divorce and needed time. It’s okay.”

The tea came and we made small talk about the family. Nothing personal, nothing intimate, nothing close.

I tried to ask her about her life, how Erik was and what she was doing in London. She evaded all of my questions. Just talking about the flight, the weather and the conference.

After an awkward half hour, she told me that she had a meeting to go to and had to leave. Again we shook hands and parted. I didn’t know how long she would be in London and I didn’t even know where she was staying. Her answer to my question was “Not too far from here.”

I was devastated. I had lost Sally. I had thrown away the most wonderful relationship I had ever had. I had hurt her so badly. I walked back to my apartment in a daze. That night was just about the worst of my life. I couldn’t sleep. I just kept pacing around my apartment all night. I hadn’t felt this bad over my divorce.

I finally decided that I was not going to accept this situation and I was going to make amends for what I did. I would at least try to make thing better. Maybe I couldn’t get things back to where they had been, but I was going to try.

I made some phone calls and found the conference she was attending and then found where she was staying. As the conference was only on for three more days, I had to work fast. I called my job and took the rest of the week off.

First I called her room. Sally answered, she was surprised to hear me. She told me that she had an important business dinner to attend and we wouldn’t be able to meet me tonight. She was not sure if she would be able to see me before she went back to the states. But, it was nice to see me and wished me well.

I decided to stake out her hotel and even if I had to kidnap her, I would find a way to talk to her, to try to make things better.

At around 8:00 pm I was walking to her hotel. I saw Sally come out of a restaurant, alone. She was walking very straight and deliberately, like someone who had a bit too much to drink and didn’t want anyone to know.

I approached her and said, “Sally?”

She was startled to see me and said, “Terrance, what are you doing here?”

“Looking for you,” I answered.

She looked at me and said, “Well you have found me, but I really have to be going.”

I stood in front of her and very quietly said, “No, Sally, you are not going to leave before I talk to you.”

She sneered and snapped, “So after all of this time YOU want to talk? Well I don’t think I want to hear anything you have to say. I’m going.”

I grabbed her arm and started to walk toward the river pulling her along with me.

She said in a very stern voice, “Terrance, let me go at once. If you don’t; I will start screaming and calling for the police. I will have you arrested!”

“Do it. Scream. Have me arrested. Have me thrown in jail. I don’t care. I really don’t care if you do. But, I will keep coming back and trying to talk to you and you will have to have me arrested again and again. I am not going to stop until you listen.”

She sneered at me again and said, “Well if it’s that important to you, I guess I can waste a couple of minutes.”

We walked to the banks of the Thames in silence. I stopped at the river and turned to her.

She looked at me and snipped, “For someone who wants to talk, you are not saying too much. What is it that is so important for you to tell me.”

I was lost, I didn’t know what to say. The speech that I had been rehearsing all day just didn’t fit.

I looked at her with tears in my eyes and said, “Sally, I’m sorry, please forgive me. Please forgive me.”

She gave me a cold smile and said, “Terrance, there is nothing to forgive, you have done nothing to hurt me. You mustn’t feel bad. Don’t get all emotional. We have to be strong. Our emotions only get in the way. We can’t let anything or anyone hurt us. You must learn to be strong and not allow your feelings to get in the way. They only cause problems and cause hurt. But by being strong we won’t allow ourselves to be hurt…”

As she talked her voice got louder and more shrill, until she was screaming at me. She just went on and on about being strong and not allowing anyone to hurt us.

It was like a surreal movie. I wasn’t ever sure that she was seeing me. I grabbed her and shook her, but she just went on with her tirade. I yelled her name, but she didn’t seem to hear me. She just kept on screaming out. I finally slapped her across the face.

Silence.

She looked at me. Her eyes were wide with surprise.

“Sally …Sally, are you alright?” I asked.

She looked at me, then she fell into my arms and began to weep, deep, sorrowful sobs. She held on to me sobbing. “Oh, Terry, Terry, Terry…everything has gone wrong, nothing in my life is worth anything…. everything has fallen apart. What am I going to do?”

I held her tightly in my arms. Holding her body close to mine. “Tell me Sally…tell me what’s wrong.” I whispered.

“Everything in my life is gone. There is nothing I can do. Everything I touch turns to dust. I don’t know what I’m going to do. Erik left me. He told me that the only reason that he married me was to convince his family he wasn’t gay. Now he met someone and he came out. He doesn’t care anymore.

“You weren’t anywhere to be found and even when I talked to you, it was like you were on a different world. I just want the hurt to go away” She wept

I held her tight. I didn’t know about Erik, I had so completely cut my self off from her.

“Oh, Sally…Sally, I am so sorry. I should have been there like you were there for me. I’m so, so sorry” I told her.

“Oh, Terry, just hold me. Everything is always all right when I am in your arms. I always feel so good when you hold me…I love you.” She sobbed.

We stood on the bank of the Thames and held each other tightly. Not wanting to let go. To just go on holding each other forever.

I sobbed, “Oh god , Sally…I had no idea, I’m sorry…I’m so sorry.”

“Oh, Terry, Terry, I need you so much. You could always make things better. I needed you when everything went wrong…but you weren’t there. I didn’t know what to do.” She cried.

I just kept whispering, “I’m so sorry.”

Slowly we both started to calm down. I looked down at her and saw that her face was wet with her tears. I began to kiss her face, trying to kiss away her tears. Just small, light, soft kisses.

She lifted her face and I softly kissed her lips. I could taste the alcohol on her lips and smell it on her breath.

After a moment she began to return my kisses and the kisses became longer and longer. She opened her mouth and I felt her tongue on my lips.

I opened my mouth and her tongue entered and caressed my tongue. I pushed my tongue into her and explored her mouth.

When our kiss broke off. Sally said in a slurred voice, “Don’t leave me Terry. Stay with me tonight.”

“Don’t worry, my love, I’ll stay with you.” I answered.

We walked back to Sally’s hotel arm in arm. She stumbled a couple of times, but I held on to her.

When we got to her suite and closed the door after us, Sally pulled me into her and we passionately kissed.

She whispered, “Terry, I want you,” as her lips once again met mine. She pulled me into the bedroom.

I lay her on the bed and she began to unbutton her blouse. Her eyes glazed over and her hands stopped moving, she had passed out. I finished unbuttoning her blouse and removed it. I then unzipped her skirt and removed that also.

I pulled up the sheet and blanket and covered her. I got up, went to the bedroom door, shut off the light and closed the door.

In the suite’s living room, I took off my jacket and shirt and stretched out on the couch. I fell asleep a short time later.

I awoke to the sounds of someone showering and then moving around in the bedroom. I got up and put my shirt on.

I was sitting on the couch when Sally came out. She was again dressed in a dark suit. Her hair was pulled back in the same bun. She was a bit startled to see me.

“Terry, you stayed…” she said.

“I told you I would stay with you.” I answered.

Her face became hard and she slowly said, “You didn’t touch me, did you?”

“No, I didn’t.” I answered

She slowly turned away, it seemed that she was going to explode. She whispered, “I guess, I made a fool of myself, last night.”

“I don’t take advantage of drunk women,” I said softly.

She spun to face me and said very deliberately, “And what if I had been sober; last night?”

I looked at her and quietly said, “Then I would have made love to you all night long.”

Her whole body softened, like all of the tension drained from her. She slowly walked toward me held her arms out and quietly said, “Terry, I’m not drunk now.”

I rushed into her and wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into me. I kissed her face, her neck, her cheek, I just kept kissing her.

Finally, I found her lips and mashed mine into hers. Open mouthed, tongues dancing and caressing. The repressed passion that had been boiling in us now exploded, and we were being carried away.

We tore each other’s clothes off and threw them to the floor. I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. She reached up and unpinned her hair and it fell onto her shoulders. Once again, I laid her on the bed. This time, however, I got onto the bed with her.

She was still wearing her bra and panties and I had my boxers on.

I was caressing her breasts through the bra as I was kissing the tops of them. She reached back and unhooked the bra and I pulled it off. I reached down and started to remove her panties. Sally lifted her hips to make it easier.

I lifted myself off of her and removed my boxers. For the first time in my adult life I looked at Sally’s body. Everything seemed to stop for me. I just stared at her. Looking at her face, the way her golden hair cascaded over the pillow, her beautiful breasts, her flat stomach and round hips. She didn’t shave her pubic hair, but kept it neatly trimmed. Her legs were long and shapely.

I couldn’t believe how beautiful she was. I was mesmerized by her.

I kept saying, “Oh, Sally; Oh, Sally.” over and over.

I lay down next to her.

She grabbed me and mashed her lips to mine. I opened my mouth and forced my tongue into her mouth. Our tongues met and explored each other’s mouth.

My hand went to her breast and I caressed it. My fingers fondled her nipple, as it grew stiff. I moved down and took the nipple into my mouth. I sucked Sally’s breast. I kissed it. I licked it.

Ever so slowly I kissed my way down her body, until I reached the top of the golden triangle. I nuzzled my face in her pubic hair.

I moved lower and Sally spread her legs, opening her vagina to me. I immediately began to kiss and lick the lips of her vagina. I peeled them apart and lick the petals of the flower therein.

Sally gasped and pushed her hips into my face. Her hands gripped my head holding it to her pelvis.

Sally was so wet. Her juice oozed from her and I licked it up with relish. I then licked up to the top of her vagina moving the clitoral hood aside with my tongue and attacking the firm and erect nubbin.

Sally gasped and began to push my head into her. She moaned and as I continued to minister to her. She stiffened and began to shake and tremble. Sally was beginning to orgasm.

I increase my sucking and licking and she screamed and her body arced and she yelled, “Oh Terry, Terry, Terry… Oh God…I love you so much…Oh God I love you.”

She grabbed my head and pulled it up and said, Terry, I want you. I want you to love me. I need you in me, now.”

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