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The craving 2I was awakened by a tap on the bedroom door. I stirred and realized where I was, since it was unusual that I would sleep in my bed during the day.”Yes?” I said.The door cracked open. Matt poked his head in cautiously. “Mom?””Yes, come in Matt.”I was mostly under the comforter, but my arm was out which meant my shoulder and the top of my chest was exposed. He couldn’t see anything, except that fact that I was at least topless under the comforter, if not completely naked. I was still hazy from being asleep, but I suspected that he recognized this by the look on his face.”Bree just left to see a movie with Traci,” he said, his eyes staring at me but not really at my face. “I was going to see if you were feeling ok before I mowed the lawn.”Matt’s chores included yard work, which he usually did on Sundays. He must have known I was in here sleeping, and I thought it was so sweet that he would check on me.”I’m just a little tired,” I said, reaching up to stretch my arm and inadvertently exposing more of my chest. When my armpit came into view, a good portion of the top of my breast probably showed itself too. I didn’t care though. The dream seemed to have emboldened me.”Do you need anything?” he asked, his eyes taking in every last bit of me that was exposed.I felt flattered that he would find me sexually attractive, if that was what was going on here. Would he still find me attractive if he knew his grandpa and I had been fucking each other in secret? Or would he be disgusted? I found myself intensely curious about the answer to those questions.”Your father won’t be back until dinner,” I said. “Why don’t we talk for a little while? We never really get to spend time alone together.”Matt shrugged. I probably caught him off guard, but he was never opposed to spending time with his old mom. I wanted to blurt it all out to him, to tell him everything that I had been keeping secret all these years. But that wouldn’t be the way to do it. I needed to probe first, find out what he thought about i****t first. I had openly talked to him about looking at porn on the internet before, maybe that could be the way to do it.He was still standing there in the doorway, apparently waiting for me to say something. He looked nervous.”Matt, honey, don’t just stand there. Come in here.”He obeyed, but I could tell he was hesitant. Maybe because he suspected that I was naked. He wouldn’t suspect that I had a large dildo up my ass, though.”Come next to me on the bed,” I said, patting my hand on the mattress.He felt very awkward now but he obeyed. He sat on the edge of the bed first, then swung his legs up onto the comforter and stretched out next to me. He was trying so hard to keep his eyes off of me, but the poor boy was only human. It didn’t matter that I was his mother. He wanted to see my breasts because they were there, only partially hidden from his view.”I noticed when I did your laundry,” I started, “that you had only filled six of your socks with cum this week.”He was frozen in place, embarrassed and shocked. I had never actually talked to him about his cum socks before. I’m sure he thought he was in trouble, but of course I was going in a different direction.”Does that mean you only jerked off six times this past week?” I asked, sounding casual and innocent like there was nothing unusual about my question.He looked at me with wide eyes, probably confused that I had said “only” six times this week. If he was in trouble, I wouldn’t have implied that the amount of times he masturbated was too infrequent. If anything I would have scolded him for doing it that many times. I touched his arm for a moment and smiled at him.”Relax. This is just us talking here. I won’t tell anyone.”He cleared his throat, and then nodded.”Is that what that means?” I repeated.He couldn’t look at me as he nodded again. I leaned my head against his arm and put my hand on his leg. It was just an affectionate move, not overtly sexual. But the fact that I was naked underneath the covers made it a little too intimate for a mother and son. That was what I was going for.”Thank you for being honest with me,” I said, kissing his arm and then leaning my head against him again. “That’s actually not that much, you know. I was asking because I wanted to make sure you knew that I not only approve of young men masturbating, but I also want them to at least once a day. Twice a day is preferable.”Matt seemed to relax a bit, and I began to rub his leg. I was rewarded by seeing his pants start to tent, and made sure I didn’t make it obvious that I could see it. He might not even realize it at first, and he couldn’t suddenly adjust without drawing attention to it.”Do you think you can try to do it more?” I asked.He finally looked at me, still nervous but also seeming to trust me more now. After all, we were talking about something very personal and intimate, and doing so without any pretense that it was wrong or forbidden. I was letting him know that I wanted him to masturbate, so of course it should also be ok for us to talk about it openly.”Um, sure…” He didn’t sound very certain.”Can I let you in on a secret?” I said with a sheepish smile. I moved closer to him and whispered in his ear. “I masturbated before I fell asleep.”I felt the lurch in his pants, and his breathing became ragged. Oh, I would have been so incredibly happy if I could actually make him cum in his pants, but he was too old for that to happen I’m sure. I assumed he wasn’t a virgin either, by now.”R-really?” he said, looking down at me in disbelief.I nodded, keeping a sheepish grin on my face. “Your old mom does it too, you know.””But, Dad…” He seemed conflicted.”Matt, everyone masturbates,” I said matter-of-factly. “Including your dad, including Breanna, including us. Even if you’re having regular sex, sometimes you just need to relieve yourself. It doesn’t mean your partner is bad at sex, and it doesn’t mean they’re not giving you enough sex. It just means you’re human and you have needs. It’s impossible for those needs to match up perfectly with someone else’s.”He processed that, but seemed frozen in place still. He probably didn’t want to draw attention to his boner. I wanted so badly to see what was underneath those pants.”I’ve seen what you look at on the internet,” I chanced, hoping it wouldn’t ruin this moment.He turned pale, and swallowed. Shit, I may have crossed the line. Time to steer it back to my goal.”It’s perfectly normal, you know.” I rubbed his arm, trying to comfort him. “Even the things you might consider to be freaky or perverted. People like to fantasize about things they don’t actually want to act out, sometimes. I know some of the things you’ve looked at are pretty wild, and it doesn’t make me think any less of you. Actually, it’s encouraging to me that you’re turning out very normal. I would worry if you didn’t look at those things.”Poor Matt was very confused, I’m sure. I needed him to say something, so I could proceed in the right direction.”For instance,” I continued, “I know you like to watch videos of anal sex. Right?”Matt was still pale, but he nodded.”Did you know that I like that too?”He glanced at me, maybe a bit shocked to hear his mom say such a thing. “Really?”I nodded enthusiastically, making sure he knew that I was being honest with him. “Of course.”He swallowed again, but licked his lips while he tried to think of the way to ask what he wanted to ask.”Have you ever…you know…?””Have I ever…had anal sex?” I said, hoping to encourage him.He nodded, and I smiled.”You really want to know what your old mom does in the bedroom?”He nodded again, but suddenly realized that it might be wrong to want that, so he tried to backtrack. “Well I…no, you…not really…I mean…””Matt,” I said, trying to calm him by putting my hand on his chest. The comforter was dangerously close to falling below my tits. As it was already, he could see cleavage. “It’s normal for you to think about those things. I’m flattered that you asked me. It’s a compliment that you can view me that way, and be curious about me. I would be happy to answer your questions about sex.”He seemed to calm down, and relaxed a bit.”And to answer your question,” I continued, “yes, I have had anal sex and continue to have it with your father.”The mental image that must be going through his mind right now, picturing his mother and father engaging in such a depraved act, was having a strange effect on him. He was imagining it, and somehow didn’t think canlı bahis şirketleri to hide his erection as he shifted his pants to accommodate it rather than hide it.”Can I tell you something else?” I said, quickly trying to build on this unexpected but very welcome turn of events.He nodded. I kept my eyes on his, despite my desire to stare down at his crotch.”I think it’s a very nice compliment when a boy has an erection,” I said.He instantly tried to hide his boner, like I thought he would, but I reached for his hand and stopped him. That motion had the side effect of brushing my knuckle against his tent. Neither of us expected that, but I knew it would help my goal in the long run.”Don’t hide it, please,” I said, not quite begging but certainly in a tone that suggested I was asking something of him rather than demanding. “It makes me feel really good that I can do that to you.”Matt looked at me strangely, perhaps fighting a temptation as I hoped, and then let his hands fall to his sides. His obvious erection was now sprouting in his pants for me to see, and I chanced looking down at it with a big smile.”Wow,” I said, “impressive!”He got a sheepish smile, but didn’t say anything.”Thank you,” I said, kissing his shoulder. “You have no idea how much it means to me that we can be open like this.””Mom?” he said just then, as if he finally had the courage to contribute to the conversation.”Yes?” I asked, resting my cheek on his arm.”Are you naked under there?” was his question, so innocent and brave.I smiled, in a devilish way that was playful and revealing on its own. “Maybe.”The temptation to tear the covers away and expose myself was so powerful, to throw myself on him and pull his pants down to free his penis so I could envelop it with my mouth. But I restrained myself, knowing this would have to be a slow and steady movement towards intimacy that wasn’t quite within normal boundaries.”I…was just wondering,” he stammered.I shouldn’t press my luck, but I couldn’t resist putting one last feeler out there.”I bet you were,” I replied. “I wasn’t going to say anything, but I did find some interesting web sites in your history. Some rather…naughty sites.”Matt fidgeted, but didn’t say anything.”It’s still completely normal for you to fantasize about things that you would never actually do,” I reminded him. “But if I ask you a question, will you promise to answer me truthfully?”He nodded, and his stare was both frightful and intense.”Do you ever fantasize about having sex with a family member?” I asked boldly. I chose not to be specific about which family member, hoping that would encourage him to give an honest answer. Really, it was either me or Breanna that would have to be the objects of his fantasies. And it was perfectly normal for someone to have an occasional sexual thought about their parent or sibling.He nodded, and my heart leapt.”Thank you for being honest,” I said. “Don’t tell me who. You can keep that a secret. I used to fantasize about that too. With my father, actually.”Matt seemed curious now, as I hoped he would be. I wasn’t about to reveal the extent of our relationship though. Not yet, anyway.”Really? Grandpa?” Matt seemed quite surprised.I nodded. “Oh yes, for a young girl it’s very common. I didn’t want to embarrass you, honey. I just wanted you to know that you don’t have to feel bad for having those feelings. Why don’t you go mow the lawn now, and some time we’ll talk more about it, ok?”He nodded, and quickly leapt up from the bed. He was probably eager to leave the room so his erection wouldn’t continue to be the focal point. I thought for sure he would either go to his room first, or the bathroom, to jack off. But to my surprise he went downstairs and out to the back yard immediately. I hoped I hadn’t embarrassed him too badly. I felt the dildo in my ass again, still buried deep in my backside, and began to rub my pussy.”Oh Daddy,” I said in my mind, as I sighed contentedly. “Do you really think I could fuck my own son?”Daddy didn’t answer, but just forming the entire question in my mind was enough to get me off. I came hard underneath the covers, probably getting fluid on the sheets, and finally withdrew the dildo from my ass. I thought I’d better wash them, else Tom wonder what I had been doing. He didn’t know that I masturbated, even though I had made it apparent to Matt that everyone did. I knew Tom masturbated very rarely, as I apparently had a keen sense for that. Breanna was still a mystery to me though, I had never caught her or seen evidence that she did so. Maybe my skill was only for men, as I could probably guess when Matt would be jerking off just by the time of day. He might not always cum in his socks though, so I had to just guess at what I had said to him at the beginning of our conversation.Imagining him whimpering as he jerked his thick cock and filled those socks with his sperm made my pussy throb…That night during dinner, Matt was secretly staring at me the entire time. Whenever I would catch him, he would look away and never meet my stare. Then I would get distracted talking with either Tom or Breanna, and in a few moments he would be staring at me again. Surely he was viewing me in a new light now, maybe even imagining what I looked like naked under my comforter. Maybe he was picturing me sucking his father’s dick or taking it up the ass. I felt a thrill as I hoped he was doing all of that.Tom was the recipient of my extra arousal that night. I begged him to stick it in my ass, something I usually let him decide to do on his own. But I really needed it this time. I let him fuck my pussy for a few minutes to satisfy his need to attend to my needs, but at that point my need was to be dominated by him, and taken in a forbidden way. I sucked him expertly and even licked his balls, hoping that he might cum before he got it in me. Then he could fuck me all night.But apparently our sex in the morning had been enough to drain him, and he didn’t cum until he stuck it in me. Unfortunately he didn’t last more than a few minutes, which was typical when we had anal sex. It excited him a lot apparently, which made me wonder why he didn’t ask for it more often. He grunted and thrust into me sharply, which hurt in a good way, and unloaded his sperm in my butt. I moaned appreciatively, letting him know I enjoyed this particular part, which was true. It was the one thing I hadn’t done with Daddy. He had never shot his cum into my ass. I would give almost anything to go back and change that. The only thing I could do now to even come close to rectifying that forbidden desire was to have another family member do it instead. A family member that wasn’t supposed to do it, specifically. That family member was not my husband.Monday was the day I did all my errands, since Tom was as work as Matt and Breanna both had jobs. Just the usual part-time jobs k**s their age had. Breanna was a barista and Matt worked construction. They would be gone most of the day, doing their own thing when their shifts were over. We usually didn’t see each other until dinner during the week. It hadn’t taken me long to go grocery shopping and then drop some things off at the dry cleaners. I might go shopping sometimes too while I was out, but Daddy felt like talking today. When he first spoke to me, I decided to just go home in case he wanted me to cum again for him.”You’re being bad, Melanie,” he said as I pulled into the driveway.”I know, Daddy,” I said. “I can’t help it. I don’t have you to satisfy those cravings anymore.””Nothing would make me happier than you satisfying those cravings. But you must tread carefully. Matt won’t just start having sex with his own mother. I didn’t just start having sex with you.””Fucking,” I corrected him. “We didn’t just have sex. That’s what you did with Mom. You and I fucked.”He knew I had always enjoyed swearing when we were together. He had never really been a man to swear, even when he got angry. Maybe that made it all the more naughty when we did say those words.”Fine. But still, you know I’m right. How do you plan to seduce him?”I took the groceries inside and hurriedly put them away while Daddy and I talked. I felt the heat starting to build in my stomach, and it would need to come out through my pussy.”I don’t know yet. I need to find out if he even likes i****t. I didn’t really find any i****t web sites on his computer, I only alluded that I had.””But he did admit that he fantasized about fucking canlı kaçak iddaa a family member.””That doesn’t automatically mean it’s me. It could be his sister.””Wouldn’t the two things go hand in hand? Even if he’s only ever thought about Breanna, the act of fucking his sister would eventually lead him to think about fucking you.”That made sense, and as I stripped off my clothes and laid on my bed, I thought about how I might exploit his fantasy regardless of which one of us, me or Breanna, he had thought about.”I wish I had your big cock, Daddy,” I said, spreading open my pussy as if to invite him to penetrate it.”You had the tightest little pussy I ever had,” he admitted. “Nothing felt better than cumming inside of it.””I wish you had fucked my ass,” I said, getting on my knees and pushing my ass into the air, reaching back with both hands and spreading it as if for him to see.”I wanted to, baby, but I didn’t want to hurt you. I was afraid. I never wanted to hurt you.””I know, Daddy…” I was actually crying now, I realized. “And you never did. How can I make anyone understand what we had? I don’t know if I can ever make someone that happy again.””Don’t be sad that it’s over. Be happy that we had it at all. Relish in the possibility that it’s possible to try again with your son.”I sniffed, still spreading my ass with my face buried in my pillow, but felt better now that he had said that. I fell down onto my belly and relaxed for a moment before rolling over and just laying there. Daddy didn’t say anything else to me, and I didn’t say anything either. I absently played with my clit but didn’t actually seek a release. The emotional release he had given me was enough for now.Thankfully, Tom didn’t want sex that night. I would have gladly given my body to him, but I was too emotional to enjoy it. And my thoughts would have been on my son, picturing him on top of me and not Tom. I wasn’t ready for that yet, since I had never fantasized about him in that way before. I had imagined sex with Matt of course, especially recently, but had never replaced my husband with another man during the act. I suppose I would feel guilty about it, although I knew it was normal for a man to replace his wife mentally. Sometimes I wondered if Tom ever thought about fucking our daughter while he was plowing me. I wouldn’t think badly of him for doing it, in fact I was intrigued by the thought. I almost thought to ask him, but for some reason I held off.The week went by quickly for some reason. Tom had to work a few late nights, which meant dinner with just the k**s. I had to keep myself interested in what Breanna was saying while she was talking, because I kept thinking about Matt and what must be going on in his mind. What if he knew what I had been thinking about lately? What if he knew his own mother was trying to fuck him? Would he be able to process the emotions that were involved with an i****tuous relationship? Would he be able to realize that I wasn’t in love with him, and that he shouldn’t be in love with me? i****t was something special, but it wasn’t the same as a committed relationship like a marriage, with its long-term security and relative normalcy. I knew I would never replace my mother, and Matt would never replace his father.But it would take our mother/son relationship to an entirely different level. He would know me intimately, both my body and my mind. He would know more about me than even my own husband, in many respects. We wouldn’t have the years of experience with each other than I had with Tom, but in my own experience once the i****t started, it would go very strong for the first while. It would be new and exciting, and secretive and forbidden. Sex in those contexts was always heated and intense.I needed to build on that conversation we had the previous Sunday, when I was naked in bed. Should I try to be naked around him, innocently of course? Or should I engage another sexual conversation with him, hoping that it would become natural and familiar? I could try to get him to open up, admit his fantasies, and admit mine to him. That was a dangerous move, if my i****tuous plans were my own interest only, and not his. I didn’t want to force Matt into something he didn’t want, and wasn’t ready for. That would do irreparable damage, as the vast majority of i****tuous relationships did for that very reason. This would have to form naturally, of its own doing.But the seeds had to be planted. I could strongly hint without actually saying anything. I could build intimacy that wasn’t necessarily sexual in nature, with the hope that it would build to that. I spent the entire week pondering what to do, while still doing my usual routine of checking Breanna’s panties and Matt’s socks and internet history. I was curious if, knowing that I checked them, his routine would change. But he hadn’t deleted his internet history, thankfully, from which I could see that he was still looking at very naughty things like anal sex and even some kinky things like piss play and b********y. Maybe he was trying to shock me, knowing I was looking at these things too.His cum socks were especially full this time. He seemed to be shooting bigger loads this week, maybe more than one at a time even. He had a dozen or so for me to wash, which seemed to confirm for me that he wasn’t trying to avoid my knowledge of his sexual activity. Should I somehow leave him a message, like he was doing for me? I thought long and hard about that while I rubbed my pussy with one of his crunchy socks down in the laundry room. I came with his dried cum mixing with my pussy juice, and then threw the thoroughly soiled sock into the washing machine. That had felt especially good, knowing his cum was touching my pussy. Should I somehow let him know that I had done that? No, that would be too much. I was starting to go out of my mind considering the possibilities of how to proceed.I felt like I was ignoring Breanna with all of this going on, so I made it a point to spend the entire day with her on Saturday. We went shopping, which was her favorite thing to do, and I made sure there was lots of girl talk. She was usually very open with me, telling me what boys she liked and even how far some of her dates had gone with her. I knew one boy had put his hand down her pants, and that she had felt another boy’s penis through his pants. I didn’t press for details, but she seemed especially conscious of my concerns for her. I realized that I was missing out on an opportunity to have a closeness with her that I was trying to have with my own son. Just not in a sexual context.We sat in the food court of the mall eating soft pretzels while we talked. Breanna had just finished telling me about something that had happened at the coffee house where she worked. There was a rare pause in the conversation, which I took full advantage of.”Breanna,” I started, “let’s have a mother/daughter conversation.”Breanna seemed amused. She was so beautiful when she smiled, with her long reddish hair that was a mix of my red hair and her father’s darker color. Her green eyes seemed to be laughing at me.”What do you mean, Mom?” she asked. “I thought that’s what we’ve been doing this whole time.”I laughed. “No, we’ve just been having a good time. A mother/daughter conversation is like the time you came home from that date with the football player, and you confided in me that he had put his hand down your pants.”Breanna turned red, but maintained her smile even through her embarrassment. “Mom…””Hey,” I said, trying to quickly take away the embarrassment from the situation. “Don’t you ever feel bad for telling me something like that. That took a lot of courage! I’m proud that you told me something so secret.”She met my stare briefly, maybe a bit surprised at how strongly I was defending her. “…Thanks.””That’s something a daughter tells her mother when they’re close, like you and me. You know what else she tells her mother?”Breanna shrugged.”That she liked it…a lot,” I said with a smile.Her mouth dropped open, and she nearly reached across the table and smacked my arm.”Mom!” she blurted out.”It’s ok,” I laughed. “Why shouldn’t you like it? Do your girl parts not work or something?”That did bring a playful smack, but she seemed to really brighten up after that. She talked openly about going to second base with a few boys, and I didn’t push her to admit that she had gone all the way. But she also didn’t say she hadn’t, so I chose to canlı kaçak bahis believe what I had already suspected. If her panties were any indication, at least they were pulling out. Not a completely safe way to go, but better than the alternative.”Can I ask you something about Matt?” I finally said, burning to bring him up with her.”I probably don’t know anything about him, but sure,” was her response.”Do you know if he’s still a virgin?”She shook her head. “I don’t know, sorry. He doesn’t tell me stuff like that. I got out of him once that he had gotten a blowjob from Stephanie, the volleyball champ, during his junior year. But that took some prying.””Really?” I said, completely interested and not hiding the fact. “Why do you think he’s so secretive like that? Usually brothers and sister like to brag about their dates.”Breanna shrugged. “Matt’s not really like that. He likes his privacy.””He’s told me some things,” I said, steering the conversation a bit where I hoped it would go.”Like what?”I pretended to be somewhat hesitant. “Well, like some of the stuff he looks at on the internet.””Come on, he’s a guy,” Breanna said with a sarcastic look. “All guys look at porn. That’s how you know they’re alive.”I nodded. “You may be right about that.””Well, I mean…not Dad, I’m sure,” she started backtracking.I waved her weak attempts away. “Honey, you shouldn’t worry about things like that. Even if your father did, which I honestly don’t know, I wouldn’t be bothered by it. Like you said, all guys do it.””Wow, you’re ok with that?” she asked in disbelief. “That’s very…progressive of you.””What about you?” I asked, keeping her father out of this. I wanted this to include only myself and my two c***dren.”What about me?””How often do you look at porn on the internet?” I asked boldly.Breanna turned red again, which was a dead giveaway that she at least looked at porn once in a while. Otherwise she would simply dismiss it.”I don’t…I mean, you know…””Ok, ok,” I reassured her. “So the answer is not ‘never’ but it’s also not ‘all the time’ either.”She giggled. “I can’t put anything past you. Does that make you disappointed in me?”I frowned. “Why would you ever think that, my dear? I could not be more proud of you, and I hope you know that. The normal things you do in your private life have no bearing on the kind of person you are, in my eyes.””Thanks, Mom,” she said, with an expression of gratitude.”Besides, even I’ve seen a penis or two online.”She burst out laughing at that. “I can’t imagine you actually searching for that, though.””Has your brother ever…um, I’m not sure how to put this exactly…””Just say it, Mom. I don’t mind.””Has Matt ever said anything to you that would indicate that he fantasizes about you or me while he masturbates?”Even though she had tried to reassure me that she wouldn’t be shocked by what I said, I could tell that she was. Her mouth dropped open and she just stared at me for quite a while.”Uh…no, I can’t imagine he ever has or ever would.” Breanna cleared her throat. “I don’t think he would ever tell me, even if that was true. Why would you even ask me that?””I have my reasons,” I said, but her face told me that wasn’t a good enough answer. “I found some porn sites on his computer that had i****tuous themes.”Breanna raised an eyebrow, but wasn’t put off by any means. I took that to mean that she must have thought about i****t at least once or twice. I needed to build on that theme immediately, if so. I leaned close to her and gave her a very serious stare. “You would tell me if he ever…tried something with you, right? Even if it was a long time ago. I wouldn’t tell your father or anyone else. I would keep it between us.”Breanna seemed embarrassed, and I could tell she was hiding something. That small recognition made my pussy ache suddenly, and I had to suppress a moan. I tried my best to keep focused on her face while I waited for her to say something.”I mean, maybe when we were little…” Breanna turned very red at saying that aloud. “You really want to know about that? I would think you’d hope we never fooled around.”If only she knew how much the thought aroused me…”Any mother would hope that her c***dren never got into trouble,” I agreed. “But that kind of activity is very normal for young c***dren. Obviously he never got you pregnant or anything so damaging. Do you not want to tell me?”Breanna shrugged. “As long as you won’t be mad at us. If Matt knew I was telling you, he’d kill me.”I waved the thought away. “I’ve already had a nice long conversation with him about sex and fantasies and stuff like that. It’s ok.””Ok then. Well, yeah when we were little k**s we would show each other our privates and stuff. I think he touched me…down there, once or twice out of all those times. I touched his…thing…many times though. I remember thinking it was funny looking.”I tried to keep from laughing, imagining a young and adventurous Breanna squeezing her brother’s little weenie and wondering what in the world such a thing was used for.”You can’t make fun of me,” Breanna protested.I shook my head, trying to stifle my reaction. “I’m sorry, that was very rude of me. Please, continue.””You promise not to tell, right?”I nodded. “Of course. This is just between you and me.””Well…I wanted to know how he peed out of that thing. So I made him pee while I watched. Then he asked to watch me pee, so I did. My pee hole was in a different place, and he seemed very interested in that, so I let him get real close to my…private parts…and he stuck his finger in there and poked around and stuff.”Breanna was being incredibly frank and honest with me, but she looked like she was about to crawl into a corner and die. I didn’t want her to feel so bad about it, but I guessed it was normal. Most people would think such activity was shameful, rather than arousing like I thought. It reminded me of Daddy putting his manly fingers into my pussy and bringing me such pleasure.”All of that is totally normal,” I said in a very motherly tone. “Some brothers and sisters go even further than that. They lick each others’ privates and sometimes try to…join them together.”Breanna shrugged. “I guess I’m lucky we never tried that.”Oh, how lucky you would be, I thought to myself.”Well, maybe that explains why Matt is finding an interest in i****t fantasies lately. Maybe he’s remembering what the two of you did together.””Maybe.”I waited for a bit before continuing, hoping the tension in the air right now would thicken just a bit. I guess I was getting off on talking about i****t with, ironically, a member of my immediate family.”Have you ever…thought about i****t before?” I asked finally.Breanna just looked at me for a moment, then glanced down nervously.”I’ve thought about it a lot since those times with Matt all those years ago. Sometimes I have dreams where Matt and I are having sex. I’ve never acted on those dreams though…”Something in her tone suggested that maybe she wasn’t telling me everything. Why would she be so open about telling me her sex dreams, but hold some small detail back now?”Breanna…” I reached across the table and grasped her hand in mine. “That’s not why I asked you that. Don’t worry, I’m not interrogating you. I just want to know because I am curious, not because I suspect something.””I know,” she said, smiling back at me. “It’s just…interesting timing is all.””Why?””Because just the other day, Matt and I were joking around, and for some reason I told him about one of the dreams. I think he kinda freaked out, and I tried to pretend I was just joking, but I think he knew I wasn’t.””I see. Maybe you started something going in his mind then. That must be why he was searching those sites.””Maybe.”I was glad to be able to steer the conversation away from i****t between Breanna and Matt, because that wasn’t what I was trying to encourage. However, there was always the possibility that a sexual relationship between Matt and I could be proceeded and encouraged by sex between the two of them. That wasn’t something I had spent a lot of time thinking about. But truth be told, I was afraid of getting up and leaving anytime soon because of the wet patch that had formed in my pants. I guess these thoughts were something I would need to sort out.I changed the subject and we chatted for a while longer before leaving. Even though I appeared to be paying attention to Breanna, I was very engaged in my own perverse thoughts. I was obsessed with using the information she had given me to somehow direct matters with Matt, and I even considered whether or not to include her in my plan. I was intrigued with the idea of knowing that she and Matt were fucking, and that I was also fucking him. What would Daddy think of that?

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