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Author’s note:

Please know this is a) my first story and b) not my last. The characters in this story are all above the age of 18.

If you’re looking for a quick read with lots of sex, this is not the story for you. However, the next few chapters may very well be up your alley once I build my characters and ignite the fires. Hopefully, soon, I’ll set them all ablaze.

Enjoy!

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First day of summer break, hell yea! Single, senior in high school, summer job starts next week, and I can smell breakfast. This kicks ass. I look over at my alarm clock. Heh, 10 AM on a Wednesday. I hate Wednesdays, but certainly not today.

I plant my feet on the ground and take a look across my room in the mirror. Eh, not too bad, time perhaps to get up and start jogging in the mornings again, but I’ve stayed in pretty decent shape. I keep up with my various martial art hobbies and they treat me well. It might be time to relax the carbs, but not today. Oh no, today is FREEDOM! I throw on some boxers and a muscle tee and head down the stairs.

The smell of bacon and pancakes fills the air as I meander to the kitchen. Mom would be working today so it had to be sis cooking. Brat better have made enough for me.

Woa, hello. That is definitely not my sister. Oh thank god my sister is a cheer-leader; if you want a hookup, you get a sister who is in the cheer-leading squad. All the hot friends you can ever meet. Be nice to the sister and she’ll be nice to you, including giving her friends the good vibe about you.

At the stove is a 5′ 6″ brunette, and every bit the cheer-leader figure. She’s slightly tanned and somewhere around C cups, but her ass, which is where my eyes are currently focused, is a 10. Perfect orbs of tight glory leaving just enough of a gap between her legs that you could see her pussy if she was naked. Only of course she isn’t. She’s in hot pink panties though with an oversized shirt covering the rest, and that is sufficient for my spank bank this evening. Her hair is shoulder length, curly, just the type that I would love to get my fingers in and pull.

“Morning!”

“Holy shit! You scared me,” she yelped. “I couldn’t sleep so I got up and started to cook some breakfast. Your sister clearly stayed up too late watching… eh, uh movies.” I thought her pause was a bit odd, but I guess it was too early for clear thought on first day of break.

“Oh yea, anything worth watching? I was up late dicking around online watching fight clips, but I didn’t even hear you guys.” Our house, while not exorbitantly large, was nice sized with the master bedroom on the second floor opposite side of the house from mine and my sister’s room. And in between our rooms was the gameroom, which is glorious for drunken video game nights with the friend while Mom is away. As a lawyer, that happens pretty damned often.

“Nah. Not really anything too good. Hey, your mom left you and your sister these envelopes on the counter. I had to move them while I was mixing the pancakes. Want some?” She turned around with envelope in hand and I walked towards her. I got to take in a damn good view; she was not wearing a bra. Very striking hazel eyes, and slightly freckled on the cheeks. I really find that very, very cute.

“Eh, erm. Uh, XYZ.” She said and looked away. I looked down; oh shit, these boxers are not the ones that I have that close up in the front. I reached down and pinned my cock to my legs, but the damage was done. My mind raced for a funny and disarming comment.

“Sorry, he does that sometimes. You’re in your panties and you know how these things are. Bad, bad!” I said as I looked down at my fellow friend.

“Hah! No, no I wouldn’t. Here’s the letter.” She handed me the envelope, still blushing, and quickly turned around to face the stove. Her tits didn’t move or jiggle, so they had to be pert. Man, she really is beautiful.

“Oh, eh um I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t offend.” I started to open the letter and saw a hint of green in the corner. I opened it and there was definitely some green. A lot of it.

“Hey honey. I want you to have a great summer, so here is some spending money. Spend it well, but don’t burn through it too fast. You’ve got three months! I’ll be out until Sunday with a client, so relax and enjoy the start of your break. One more year and you won’t be so lucky! And please, please no house parties.” The letter was typed and had her signature on it. Sad, she works hard, makes great money, but doesn’t really treat herself right. She’s always said it was so my sister and I could have a great future, I just wish she was a part of the present. Anyways, I counted it and there was 5 grand in there! 50 $100 bills! Oh man, now that’s just too sweet.

“Wow, is that what I think it is?”

“Yea, mom’s way of saying have a kickass summer. She’s great to us”.

“Very cool. I’ll be taking your sister’s to her and telling her to take me out to lunch! Speaking of food, care for some pancakes?”

“Yes! But, if you’re going to serve me in panties and a t-shirt, pendik escort I feel I should at least introduce myself! I’m Sam, and you are?”

“Heather. Now where are your plates?” I point to the cabinet next to her and enjoy the view as she reaches up to grab a plate off the shelf. Her shirt lifts up and I can see her lower back has tone to it, but not so much muscular as just fit. Gorgeous.

We sit down and chat while we eat. She’s very polite and seems smart for most of the cheer-leaders I’ve met. She also doesn’t seem to have that stuck up air about her. Her parents are letting her take the summer off and giving her spending money so she doesn’t have to get a job since she’s going to college starting next semester.

I chat a bit about my martial arts and do the whole “I hope I don’t ever have to use them but will be glad to know it if I do” routine so she doesn’t think I’m some alpha male trying to prove I have the bigger cock. I think various fighting circuits make anyone who is into martial arts sound like a total prick. Anyway, I digress.

After about an hour, which was amazingly entertaining, my sister came down. “Hey Krista,” I welcome her.

“Eh, Sam, yea. Breakfast?” She’s clearly still half asleep. I giggle with my new friend as she get’s up to make Krista a plate. My sister is in what I’m guessing to be cheer-leading bottoms, the blooms or whatever, and another oversized t-shirt. She’s hot, but you know, my sister. She’s a redhead, a little on the pasty side, perky b-sized tits, 5′ 8″ (my family is a bit on the tall side, I’m 6′ 2″) and legs that go all the way up. Her eyes are green and she could pierce steel with them.

“Well, here have my seat, I’ll go ahead and get started on dishes” I say to Krista. Our little breakfast nook table only seats two. Using the dining room table is a bit more of an ordeal as you’ve got to put on the covers and the pad and blah blah blah. Stupid $6,000 oak table.

“Woa, somebody must have made a new friend. You? Dishes?”

“Hey, she cooked as the guest and you’re clearly too groggy to do anything” I retort. I stand up and move over to the sink while Heather sits back down with Krista. “What are you two up to today? Oh, and mom’s going to be out for the rest of the week. I was thinking about doing a movie night in the gameroom tonight. You want to have a couple of your friends over?”

Heather hands over the letter to Krista. “Eh, no. Remember last time? It was just too much of a pain to clean up after we had a bunch of people over. Besides, I’m going to spend the next few days just relaxing. Finals were brutal this year”

“Oh, no kidding. I want to drink, sleep, eat and relax for at least a few days” Heather chimes in.

“Well, the three of us then? I can pick up some grub and we can leave mom the money for the alcohol.” Our mom had the policy of we can drink what we want from the liquor cabinet as long as we pay for it, nobody is driving, and nobody does anything stupid. Last I got too drunk and broke a lamp crawling to bed she locked it up for a month. My sister went apeshit on me for that and I’ve learned to be very careful.

“Eh, yea. Heather and I want to hit the mall anyway, especially with my new-found spending supply. Shower time for me! And don’t forget my dish,” Krista said as she handed me her dish.

“Heh. Brat!” I spat at her as I received her dish. Heather winked at me, smiled, and started following my sister up the stairs. I then swear I heard her say “your brother is hot”. Maybe just wishful thinking, and man she is definitely in my wishlist.

I knock out dishes and sit for a bit on the couch. Wednesday TV sucks, but I had some shows queued up on the receiver and watched some for a bit. After a little while I decided to head up to the store and figured it was time for a shower. On my way up I heard the bathroom door open and received a welcomed sight at the top of the stairs. Heather was exiting the bathroom drying her neck with the towel. My timing was impeccable! I inhaled deeply and quickly from the sight and she turned to look at me. Perfect! I took it all in, like a very willed power snapshot for later. She was tanned, the tits were perfect, her hazel eyes stared through me and she had a small landing strip above her perfectly bald pussy which I clearly made the slit out in the hallway. Like a deer in headlights it must have been 10 seconds before she started covering up. Finally, I looked away feigning the gentleman.

“Eh, sorry! Sorry, I couldn’t look away! You can’t blame me though!” I said, hoping not to offend her, just maybe give her the heads up that she’s got my vote.

“Yikes, sorry. No, not your fault. Besides, I guess it is only fair after the view I got this morning. I guess we’re even.” She turned around, and walked down to my sister’s room. Didn’t matter, the image was saved; I was all set.

Rest of the day was pretty much uneventful. I showered, dicked around on-line some, and went to the store for dinner stuff and some munchies. I even grabbed one of the old fashioned bucket-style popcorn escort pendik tubs thinking it might offer me a chance to touch hands with Heather. Hey, call me silly, but that first touch is an important one to get out of the way.

Around 7PM I was watching one of the local fights on my computer. These guys were terrible! I know, I know, it takes balls to get into the ring, and no I haven’t yet, but I want to some day. I’m still deciding on how much I like my face complete with a functioning jaw. You just never know when one punch will land and really wreck your day/week/month/life.

Heather bursts into my room with a giggle and surprises the shit out of me. “Oh! Man and here I was thinking I’d catch you watching porn,” she laughed.

“Yea, but I’d be cock in hand if that was the case and you’d be turning purple right now,” I grinned back at her. We were clearly on chummy terms if she was going to barge into my room like that.

“But you’d be guessing if it was purple from embarrassment or from being turned on.” She quickly started blushing, realizing she just gave up a little too much information.

I decided not to dig and change topics; she was really, really turning purple and became very shy all of a sudden, looking away almost like she was ashamed. “So, you guys ready to watch a movie?”

She exhaled, clearly relieved I didn’t continue on the path we were taking. “Actually, your sister and I could use some help with the bags. What’d you get us for dinner?”

“I got us stuff to make orange chicken. You two can cook or clean. I’ll even let you decide”

I went down and helped them with their bags. I overheard the total was somewhere around $500 for Krista and a couple of hundred for Heather. Krista’s money was definitely not going to survive the summer. They purchased a huge amount of outfits and swimsuits. Although, from the looks of it, calling these strings of cloth swimsuits was probably illegal in most states. I made sure to dig into the bags when I brought them up and they went back down…you know, because I’m a guy and Heather is HOT.

Dinner was a lot of fun with Krista and Heather cooking while I chatted with them. I get along with my sister really well and showing that off to her friends wins bonus points for me. I don’t do it just for her hot friends though, I really do love and care for my sister. I’d go to war for her, and I think deep down she knows it.

“Hey Heather, you ought to show off your new suit and get Sam’s approval.” My sister said as I started picking up our plates. We did eat at the breakfast nook table, it was just a little too cozy and I had to sit at one of the too-tall bar stools. Was fun looking down Heather’s top though.

“Hah. Tell you what, I’ll show off mine if you show off yours first!” I’m guessing she wasn’t quite comfortable showing off her body to me in some beauty contest quite yet. Fortunately for me, she clearly didn’t know my sister too well.

“Deal!” Heather’s look on her face was priceless. She seriously looked like someone had just told her to start stripping.

“Eh, I was just…”

“Nope, come on, ” my sister interrupted. “You said you wanted approval of your new outfit and having me at the store approve wasn’t enough. Now you get to have his vote!” She said as she grabbed Heather’s hand.

Oh hell yes. I furiously start doing the dishes. I want to be sitting down for this bundle of joy headed my way. “Hey Krista, here I’ll cover it” I say as my mind realizes how to make this situation way smoother. I reach down and grab a bottle of wine from the liquor cabinet. Hard to beat classy with a nice Cabernet. It isn’t the thing most teens drink, but hey, this stuff messes you up just as quickly as beer. She grabs it, winks knowingly, and grabs her friend’s hand again as they head back up the stairs. Heather turns around looking for help from me and I wink and smile at her.

I finish the dishes in about 5 minutes flat and head to the living room. We have a big l-shaped couch facing a 50″ wall mounted LCD TV. I take the end of it so I can stretch out. The tube doesn’t have much to offer, so I start to flip through some of the on demand movies. We’ve got this one channel that has some rather, ahem, unrated flicks under the “late night” section that I look through just out of curiosity. Woa…most of these have “resume” on them, which implies someone was enjoying them. Was this what my sister and friend were watching last night? Hey, holy shit. This one is a lesbian flick, and it is half over! I quickly flip back to the play list for normal average flicks and find the new zombie movie I’ve been looking to see. Luckily, my discovery was made with enough time for me to find the new flick because I hear my sister and Heather coming down the stairs.

I look and they’re both wrapped in towels. Clearly nervous.

My sister starts up, “Sit in the middle. And this is a no-touching event, anyone who touches will be asked to leave immediately!”

I feign a groan as if that was unexpected. My sister’s towel drops first. pendik escort bayan Now, no I have never had thoughts for my sister. That would just be weird. However, I now have a raging 8″ hardon as she comes into view. She’s in a two piece solid brown swimsuit. She’s pale and the contrast immediately brings attention to her tits, hips, and vagina. My mouth drops, and no I can’t help it. I stare, taking it all in, and then I see it. The faintest wisps of pubic hair coming out from her bikini bottom. Oh man, my imagination is set ablaze with that. Holy fuck. I raise both of my hands for a 10.

“Hah, I thought so! No need to tan with a swimsuit like this!” My sister is proud; she’s beaming. “I’m so going to get laid with this!” She immediately covers her mouth in disbelief that she let it slip in front of her brother.

“You would get whatever you wanted from pretty much any man in the world with that, 10 sis. Very nice!” I close my jaw, regain my composer, and smile as if I was in control the whole time. I really, really don’t want my sister noticing that I was seriously turned on. I then focus my attention on Heather and give her a thumbs up. I want her to know I’ve been waiting for this. “Now for the real show. This is about to make my year.”

Heather beams and steps forward. “I so don’t think I’m ready for this!” She closes her eyes, I assume imagining another scene in another time and another place. The towel drops.

The two piece she’s in is tiny. It leaves little to the imagination, and I’m so very happy about that. The cloth covers her pussy fully, but the top couldn’t be wider than 3 inches, just covering the nipples but held firmly in place.

I’m stunned. I’m not in control. My hand instinctively reaches out. Her eyes open and she steps back just in time for me to miss out on some delicious skin. “Hey, you can’t put a carrot in front of a horse and not expect him to reach out for it. Just be thankful it wasn’t my tongue!” Heather laughs, not upset in the slightest. My sister giggles, very aware of my arousal.

“Hey bro, that a cucumber in your pants or are you happy to see her?” I look down. Somebody clearly wants out.

“Again, not my fault. Mind of his own and how could I control him with you two in front of me! This game is not fair in the least!”

“Fine, we’ll go get dressed. Find us a movie.”

“Hey, no! I’m enjoying this too much. Bah! Ok, what kind of movie?” I sadly give in as they both cover up, recognizing their control over my little head as he starts to calm down. No, I don’t have a name for him, but I do recognize my cock as a man making decisions on his own.

“Eh, shall we watch the same genre we watch last night?” My sister replied, staring into Heather for a reaction.

“Uh yes, yes horror flicks will be fine,” Heather gets out. Her stammer confirms it. They were watching porn last night. My mind beings to race. Were they masturbating together? Did they watch each other? Did they help? Were there toys? How wet were they? Were they naked together? Should I install a camera into my sister’s bedroom?

“I found the new zombie flick. Comedy plus zombies can’t be anything less than gold. Everyone in?”

“Oh, the one with Woody in it?” Heather queries.

“Yep. I’ll cook up some popcorn and then set it up in the gameroom. Beer, wine, shots, mixed drinks?”

“How about margaritas started with a round of shots of tequila? Heather, you up for it?” Krista pipes up. Man, my sister is an angel. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she was trying to get Heather to loosen up and fuck me. That is so fucking cool of her.

“Yea, I told my mom I was crashing here tonight. That works for me! Been a while since I had a good margarita.”

“I’m going to help Sam make them and bring the shots up, you want to go ahead and get dressed? I’ll be up in a second.” Krista winks at her friend.

“Sure, be in the gameroom in 20!” Heather starts up the stairs.

My sister looks as if she’s waiting to say something to me as I head over to the liquor cabinet. She puts her hand on my chest to stop me as she watches her friend go up the stairs. Quietly, she whispers, “You be very fucking nice to her. She’s got the hots for you, she’s a good person, she’s my friend, and she’s a virgin. You fuck her over and you’re going to get it. Bad. Oh, and one more thing, this works out for you and you totally fucking owe me. If you don’t agree, I’m going to go up there and ruin it for you by telling her you chatted me up about how you were going to fuck my friend up the ass. You won’t stand a chance when I’m done.”

“Sis, I like her. We chatted for over an hour this morning. And I appreciate the help, really, so anything you want, you’ll get. Relax, I’ve never fucked over one of your friends, and I’m not going to start now. Hell, she’s not fuck material, she’s girlfriend material. She’s cool as hell!” I was serious about not fucking over her friends. Sure, I like to play, but I don’t like drama. If I’m looking for a relationship, I tell them that. If I’m just looking for a fuck, I let them know. Hey, you’d be surprised how many women I’ve met that are just fine with a good time as long as they understand it up front. No mess, no fuss, no drama, no hurt feelings, and most importantly, no pissed off sister.

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My daughter in law Sally and I had always gotten on well, from the day my son Darren had brought her home to meet his mother and myself I’d always had a soft spot for her.

Sally was a petite girl, 5′ 2″, brunette and perfectly in proportion, I would guess 34B-26-34 or so. I must say here that her breasts in particular grew enormously from those somewhat pert 34b’s to probably 40D or even DD after the birth of her second child, her arse and hips also grew slightly larger too, becoming very nicely rounded.

Darren & Sally married when they were both twenty two years of age and now some six years later Sally had just given birth to her second child, a daughter named Amy. Amy was about seven months old and her older brother, Thomas, would have been three and a half.

Thomas had been an easy baby, always contented and requiring only the slightest attention to keep him happy. Amy had proven somewhat more difficult, perhaps the easy time Sally had with Thomas lulled her into thinking that raising Amy would also be a doddle. Sadly not, Sally began to get more and more depressed, believing she was a poor mother and blaming herself for every tiny thing that went wrong.

Things came to an interesting head one morning when I went to collect Thomas to take him to pre school.

Sally was clearly distressed and had obviously been crying and looked a mess when I arrived. I told her to pull her self together, have a nice bath do her hair and forget about the children for awhile and with that I put Amy in her pram and got Thomas into his coat and off we went to School.

I decided to drop Amy off at home with my wife telling her that I’d thought it would be a nice treat for her to spend the day with her granddaughter, an invitation that Nanny couldn’t resist. I didn’t mention Sally’s plight at the time as my wife would have insisted visiting the poor girl and giving her some motherly advice. My guess was that Sally just needed someone to talk to at that point in time.

Making my excuses I left Amy and her Nanny to play and returned to Sally’s house.

I had a key and let myself in, politely calling out as I entered to avoid any embarrassing encounters, as usual.

Sally called down from the bedroom saying she would be down in a moment and to go ahead and put the kettle on.

A few minutes later Sally appeared in the Kitchen wrapped in a mid thigh length terry robe, I knew instinctively, don’t ask me how, that she only had a thong and bra on under the robe. Not a very sexual thought particularly at that time, more a matter of fact that I mentally acknowledged to my self.

Sally looked ten times better, her face had a touch of make up, her long hair was vibrant and healthy looking, she smelt good to, her honeysuckle bath oil filling the house fragrantly.

We sat and chatted over coffee, Sally saying how sorry she was for being so silly earlier. I assured her that I didn’t thing it was silly and slowly we made arrangements for my wife and I to help out a little more with the children. It transpired that Darren wasn’t very understanding and I even found out that despite how tired she was at the end of the day, he often forced her to satisfy him in one way or another, all in all she was feeling very unloved.

I had been absent mindedly being stroking Sally’s hand whilst she’d been getting things off her chest and during a pause in our conversation we both glanced up, looking, briefly but deeply into each others eyes. Sally slowly pulled her hand away from mine saying that she really out to get dressed and do some housework, whatever pendik escort would the neighbours say she giggled.

It was nice to see her smile for a change and I said that as Amy and Thomas were out of her hair for the rest of the day I would help with the tidying up and then take her to lunch, this hit the right note as the poor girl was obviously starved of attention and was delighted to accept my offer of the lunch date.

Well I ended up tidying up while Sally went to get dressed, she looked a picture on her return, dressed in a white halter neck dress that finished discreetly just above the knee but accentuated her ample breasts magnificently and obviously she was braless and although still breast feeding had covered her nipples with breast pads.

It was a warm pleasant day and we drove to the country where we enjoyed a pleasant lunch a a couple of glasses of wine, I had remarked as to if this was wise whilst she was breast feeding but she assured me that she had expressed some breast milk earlier in anticipation of having a drink with our lunch. As she was saying this both of our eyes were drawn to her breasts, who’s nipples had decided to start leaking at that point. Sally slightly embarrassed said that she needed to go and replace the pads and would be back shortly.

As I watched her bum sway as she walked to the ladies I could easily make out the white thong she wore beneath as the sun light played through the flimsy material of her dress, very nice I mused.

On Sally’s return we decided to take a stroll along the river, chatting happily and Sally taking my arm as we walked.

Not far along the riverbank there was a development of luxury flats being built and the penthouse suite was available for viewing. We both said how much we liked the look of this property and on the spur of the moment we asked at the sales apartment if we could look round. The lady in sales said she was about to go out for lunch but she’d be happy for us to take the key and look round on our own, only really being nosey this suited Sally and I perfectly as we didn’t really want any sales talk to listen to.

The show flat was immaculate as they tend to be, high quality fixtures and fittings throughout and furnishings to die for.

In the lounge were two 3 seater leather sofas in a deep cream colour. Having looked all round the flat, Sally flopped on to one sofa and I the other, giggling like teenagers whilst joking that we could just keep the key and live there without telling anyone about our secret hide away.

Sally then started to mumble that she needed to change her breast pads again before suddenly bursting in to tears as she realised that she had used the last of them and her bag was now empty.

I moved over to the sofa where Sally was now sobbing, knelt in front of her and drew her towards me in an attempt to comfort her. My hand lightly caressed her bare back as I cradled her head on my shoulder. After a few minutes she quietened and again started to mumble her apologies.

Sally also started to ask why my son couldn’t be as sweet and gentle and understanding as I.

The closeness of this beautiful creature was now starting to affect my man hood, horrified that my penis was gradually unfurling in my trousers and was rapidly approaching erection.

Sally, by some sort of sixth sense process, slowly lifted her head from my shoulder and brushed her lips against my check as she whispered thank you.

As her head lifted and turned, my lips grazed her neck, this had the effect of making her turn her head back to face mine, escort pendik our lips brushed very softly against each others, just the merest of touches. My lips travelled on past her mouth and were soon nuzzling her neck on the other side of her face. Several times my lips passed from one side of the neck to the other, pausing briefly each time to run over her lips, my tongue gently exposing itself and slightly moistening her lips in the process.

The whole time I was uttering reassuring comments about how beautiful, how desirable she was, what a wonderful mother she was and how proud I was to call her my Daughter in law.

Sally eased back slightly, a little flustered and confused by her emotions. As she eased back my eyes were drawn down to the fact that her breasts had leaked so much that they had soaked my shirt. Sally again uttered her apologies and encouraged me to take the shirt off as it would soon dry in the sun if I put it on the balcony.

I stood and started unbuttoning my shirt, turning away from Sally I half joked that I would take my top off if she removed her dress so it to could dry. Instantly I started to regret this remark believing I may have gone too far.

I hung my shirt to dry and turned back in to the room.

My eyes nearly leapt out of their sockets….Sally had taken off her dress and was stood two feet away from me…..my eyes feasted on her lush body. Her breasts were capped with the most enormous nipples, deep brown in colour and incredibly thick, standing proud and erect from her fully rounded breasts.

My eyes travelled down and were again treated to a delightful site as her pure white satiny thong perfectly framed the mound between her legs, the dark bushy triangle of pubic hair being very eminent beneath the garment.

Sally looked at me with glazed eyes and uttered “love me Tom”…”love me please, I need you so badly”

I closed the gap between us and again took her in my arms, this time our mouths closed on one another’s as our tongues sought to invade each others mouth, wrestling with each other as they struggled to penetrate.

My hands lifted to cup her huge swinging breasts, my finger and thumbs capturing the stiff buds, coaxing, squeezing the oozing milk as it flowed freely into my palms.

Sally let out strange guttural noises each time my thumbs and fingers squeezed on her huge nipples, teasing them from her body yet still they appeared to grow bigger.

I eased her back onto the sofa, my lips clamped to each breast in turn, savouring the flowing milk, tongue rolling over the nipple causing it to stiffen more and more.

My hands moved to her hips, she raised them slightly at my touch, enabling me to slide them down her thighs and off, the damp gusset of her thong almost being drawn back into her body as I plucked it from its warm haven.

Sally’s thighs parted wide the instant she was freed of her thong, looking down I saw her labia parted and secreting copious amounts of love fluid, the hairs covering her mound becoming sodden with the precious liquid.

My lips dropped, kissing, nibbling, biting gently the flesh inside her knees and worked slowly upwards. Sally’s hips were thrusting towards me trying to impale her crotch on my mouth and tongue.

Eventually I’d teased enough and my tongue found her leaking slit, Sally shuddered violently as the tip of my tongue ran up the slit and swirled across her prominent, throbbing clitoris, I sucked down hard on the organ as she came against my face, thighs clamping my head between them, hands forcing my hand down and thus pendik escort bayan my tongue tighter against her. Eventually releasing me so that my lips could trail a path up wards.

I glanced at her breasts as I rose, her chest was covered now in a warm crimson glow, her breathing easing although still visibly breathless.

I moved to sit aside Sally who immediately dropped to the floor in front of me, hands fumbling with first the belt and then the zipper of my trousers. She slid the trousers down and off taking my slip on shoes and socks with them in the process.

My erection was straining against my briefs as Sally lowered her mouth, tip of tongue sticking slightly out and running over my knob through my briefs. A large sticky spot of pre cum was now very visible at the front of my under garment.

Soon enough my hips were raising as Sally lowered the briefs and removed them before returning her mouth to clamp over my bell end. Slowly she stroked the shaft whilst her mouth sucked gently at the knob. Pulling back the foreskin she ran her tongue several times from tip to base and back again, each time lingering long enough to suck deeply on my throbbing cock head.

I could stand it no longer, I eased her mouth away from me, capturing her hips with my hands I positioned Sally doggy style against the sofa, tits and arms and head resting on the soft cream coloured leather, her arse was being presented to me like a trophy won, I eased behind her taking my shaft in my hand and eased it up and down her crack slowly, on each stroke her arse thrust back towards me begging for me to penetrate her vaginal opening, each time I would insert just the head of cock before withdrawing and rubbing more of our mixed juices over her mound. The cunt opening was becoming a sticky soggy mass of pre cum and juices that she herself had secreted.

Sally looked over her shoulder as was, I could tell, about to beg for penetration, saving her the indignity of having to plead for release with her Father in law I plunged my searing weapon deep inside her now gaping cunt hole.

Sally let out a deep throated cry as my length filled her pussy completely, her inner lips clamped tightly to my cock as it slowly began its in and out motion. The slopping noises from her cunt confirming once again how awash with emotion she was. My hands gripped tightly to her hips as I began to increase the speed of my thrusts, each one controlled, withdrawing until just the tip was resting between her labia and then thrusting forcefully forward and burying itself deep inside her body. As my orgasm mounted my hands left her hips to once again feel the huge rubbery nipples, clamping on to them and squeezing hard. Sally’s arse and hips were now doing the work as she thrust back and forth on my cock seeking her own release, suddenly I stiffened , the tell tale surge of semen as it raced through my cock on its way to flooding her womb, as my spunk spewed from my body in six, seven eight great spurts…Sally stiffened again as she reached her second orgasm, sighing deeply as she came, hips still thrusting, grinding against my rod, my cock twitched several more times before it started to shrink back.

As my softening cock slipped from her body so followed the torrent of my cum, intermingled with her body’s secretions. I watched fascinated as it dribbled down on to her thighs and knees and eventually the carpet.

We lay together for awhile unspeaking. Eventually we started giggling again as we realised we ought to get dressed and get out before the lady returned looking for the key and discovered the cum all over the sofa and carpet.

From that day on Sally was her old self again and looked forward to pre school mornings when I would take Thomas to school, drop Amy off at Nanny’s and then make love to Mummy.

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My name is Kyle and I’m 20 years old. I’ve recently taken up sailing. When I told my mother about it, she was very interested in my new hobby.

“I think we should go sailing, just the two of us. It’ll be great!” she told me over the phone.

“But, Mom, you’re nine months pregnant. Are you sure your stomach can handle the open waters?” I asked.

She hadn’t had a child since giving birth to my twin sister and me when she was only 16. After talking to my father, they agreed to have another child. I admit, it felt weird that I’d have a brother or sister who was twenty years younger than me, but if that’s what my parents wanted, I was all for it.

“Not a problem. I’ve never gotten seasick once in my life and pregnancy isn’t going to change that,” she said. I didn’t bother trying to argue, knowing how stubborn she was, so I figured why not?

“Alright, meet me at the Jefferson Pier, dock 13 tomorrow at 10 AM,” I told her. “And wear something light. It’s going to be hot tomorrow.”

She wore something light alright: a small yellow bikini that just barely covered everything. Even with her pregnancy I could see she was turning a few heads as she walked towards my boat. I couldn’t blame them for ogling her. At the age of 36, she was quite the looker. Even I noticed, and I’m her son. Of course, you wouldn’t know she’s my mom by looking at her. She looked like she was in her mid-twenties and had a fantastic body.

“I said something light, not something skimpy,” I joked as I grabbed her suitcase.

“This was all I could find. I swear it fit me perfectly last summer.”

“You weren’t pregnant last summer,” I said, patting her lightly on the belly.

She looked down at her chest. “Yeah, I may have gained a cup size or three since then,” she said, smiling. I had definitely noticed her growth in bust size, but it hadn’t been so apparent until now. Her bikini top only covered the very front of her breasts, leaving the sides, top, and even bottom of her E cup breasts exposed. I tried my best not to glance too much.

“Hey Kyle.” I turned and saw another boat owner by the name of Frank standing on the dock. “Is this your girlfriend?”

I looked at my mom who was smirking. “Oh, no, this isn’t-“

“I’m his wife,” my mother said, interrupting me.

“Well, you’ve got yourself quite the catch there,” Frank said, smiling. “Have yourselves a good boat trip and congratulations on the baby.”

“Thank you,” my mom said to the man as he continued on his way. She looked back at me as I playfully rolled my eyes at her. “Here, husband,” she said, handing me her suitcase, “take my luggage.” I smiled at her and took her suitcase into the cabin.

We soon set sail. The breeze was strong and we were moving quickly. It was a beautiful day: blue skies and clear water as far as the eye could see.

I looked at my mother. She was sitting down, watching the horizon. The wind was causing her dark brown, wavy hair to sway back and forth. She took her sunglasses off and met my glance with her beautiful blue eyes. She smiled, then looked back at the open water in front of her.

“Kyle, could you rub some lotion on my back?” she asked. “I don’t want to get sunburned.”

“No problem,” I said, grabbing the sun tan lotion and squeezing some into my palm. I moved my hands over her shoulders, partly massaging her as I rubbed the lotion into her skin.

“Mmm…that feels good,” she said. I finished with her shoulders, then moved down to her back.

“How’s that?” I asked, finishing up.

“Perfect,” pendik escort she said, smiling. “Do you want to do my belly too? I can do it myself, but I really like when other people touch my belly.”

“I’d love to. Turn your chair and face me,” I said as I added more lotion to my palm. She swiveled her seat in my direction and I knelt down, sitting on the ground between her spread legs, and began rubbing her beach ball-sized belly. This gave me a great view of her breasts. The beautiful cleavage they made was breathtaking as they sat gently on top of her rounded abdomen, moving slightly with each breath she took.

I applied lotion to the sides and the front. She started giggling when I rubbed her belly button and told me it tickled. I noticed that her nipples were making very prominent indents in her tiny bikini top as they stiffened. I tried to focus elsewhere and rubbed the top of her belly, causing my hands to slide between her belly and the underside of her breasts. She didn’t say anything, so I continued. Her soft breasts were warm on the backsides of my hands.

“All done,” I told her. She took her sunglasses off and smiled at me. I love seeing her smile.

“Thanks, babe,” she said as I handed her the bottle of lotion. “I’ll take it from here.”

I got up and checked the sails, glancing back every once in a while to see my mother applying lotion to the sides and tops of her breasts. Once she was finished, she rubbed lotion on my back and we sat in silence for a while, admiring the view of endless water.

Eventually, the sun began to go down and we went into the cabin of the boat. My mom changed into a robe while I made some spaghetti and garlic bread for dinner. We ate while talking about memories of my childhood and what it was like to raise my sister and me.

“Well, I’m starting to get tired,” she said, stretching her arms out. “I think I’m going to call it a night.”

“Alright,” I said, grabbing our plates and placing them in the sink. “The bed’s all yours.”

She looked at the queen-sized bed behind her. “Where are you going to sleep?”

“I’m just gonna to crash on the floor,” I said, pulling a sleeping bag from a small closet in the wall.

“I’m fine with sharing the bed if you’d like.”

I smiled at her. “Thanks, but I figured with your pregnancy, you’d like the extra space.”

She smiled back. “There’s plenty of room for both of us. Besides, I’d like the company.”

“Alright,” I said, putting the sleeping bag back. “Why not?”

I washed the dishes while she brushed her teeth in the bathroom. She came out and crawled into the bed.

“Do you mind if I sleep in my boxers?” I asked. “It can get a bit hot in here.”

“As long as you don’t mind me sleeping in the nude,” she said as she reached her hand out from under the covers and placed her robe onto the nightstand leaving her completely nude underneath the covers.

I smiled nervously and took off my shirt and pants, then climbed into bed, trying to keep at least a foot of distance from my naked mother. She turned to me and looked into my eyes for a moment.

“Thank you, Kyle,” she said as she smiled. Dimples formed at the corners of her mouth. “This was a great day.” She then held her arm out towards me and hugged me. I could feel her warm breasts pressing against my bare chest and her bulbous belly against my waist. I hugged her back as we held each other in a tight embrace. I could feel her nipples hardening against my skin and I felt blood rushing to my penis. Luckily my boxers kept escort pendik my erection from pointing outwards. She released me and smiled again before turning the other way. I lifted the blanket slightly and got a glimpse of her beautiful naked backside. Smiling, I reached behind me and turned off the lamp. I quickly fell asleep.

When I awoke, it was still dark. The only light was from the bright moon shining through the window. The first thing I noticed was that I was behind my mother with my arm around her and my hand was holding one of her breasts. The second thing I noticed was that my erection was no longer confined in my boxers and had slipped through the hole in the front of them. My cock was also slightly moist and was pushing against my mother’s bare pussy.

‘Oh god,’ I thought to myself. ‘What do I do? I could try to move, but I don’t want to wake her. What if she’s already awake? Man, this is awkward.’

The boat shifted from the waves, causing me to push against my mother, and I accidentally slid my cock further up her pussy and against her clit.

“Mmm,” I heard her moan quietly as she came out of her slumber. “Honey?”

“Sorry mom, I just woke up this way,” I explained.

She opened the blanket slightly and looked down at my hand on her breast. Then she moved her hips a little and quietly gasped when she realized where my dick was.

“It’s okay, honey. Just try not to move much, okay?”

“Alright,” I said, “but it’s kind of hard with the waves moving the boat back and forth. Maybe I should just sleep on the floor.”

“No, don’t worry about it,” she said. “I like us being close like this. Just go back to sleep.”

That was easier said than done. I couldn’t stop thinking about my current situation, and thinking about it just made me hornier.

Over the next few minutes, the swaying of the boat continued to cause my penis to move back and forth up and down the length of my mother’s pussy. Every time the tip of my dick slid against her clit, I could hear her mewing quietly to herself.

Her breast was so soft and warm in my hand. I gently closed my thumb against my hand and felt her stiff nipple between it. I slowly began circling it with my thumb while cupping her breast.

“That feels good,” she whispered. “Could you massage the other one too?”

I slid my other arm underneath her and found her other breast. I began rubbing it gently as well. My dick quickly became moist with my mom’s pussy juices as it rubbed against her slit.

“You can squeeze a little harder if you want,” she told me, still keeping her voice quiet. “They’ve been aching a lot recently.”

I complied and squeezed firmly, trying to give attention to every inch of her large breasts. I could feel her pushing her hips against my erect penis slowly as I squeezed tighter and began kissing her on the neck.

I felt a warm moistness on my hands and realized I was causing my mother to lactate. I was milking her.

“Turn around,” I said. She pushed herself up and turned to face me. I pulled the blanket off of us to admire my mother’s naked body. Her beautiful breasts, moist with a thin sheen of milk, shone in the moonlight. Her large belly was perfectly round with her belly button poking out prominently at the top. Her pussy was moist with her juices and I could see her clit prominently displaying itself.

I looked back up at her face and she was looking seductively into my eyes. I kissed her on the lips, not like a son should do to his mother, and lingered there for a moment before pulling pendik escort bayan my lips away. I began kissing her neck, slowly working my way downward toward her chest. Holding one breast in my hand, I gently kissed her nipple over and over again before letting my tongue part my lips. I licked the front of her breast, sliding my tongue around her areola and then around the nipple. I then took her nipple into my mouth and gently sucked on it while my tongue pushed against the flesh directly under the it. I felt a few sprays of her warm breast milk enter my mouth. It tasted sweet and thick. I used the vacuum suction of my mouth to pull in even more breast flesh and suckled hard on my mother’s nipple. The milk sprayed with more intensity and I swallowed every drop I could.

She held my head against her chest and made soft moaning noises. “Oh Kyle,” she cooed. She reached behind her, between her legs and held my stiff member in her hand. She gently rubbed it in a petting motion as I suckled her.

I quickly drained her left breast and moved on to her right one. She continued teasing my manhood as she kissed the top of my head, still moaning quietly.

“Thank you,” she said softly as I pulled my head from her now-emptied breasts. She then grabbed my head and kissed me deeply. I felt her tongue wriggling into my mouth. I closed my lips over her outstretched tongue and sucked on it while I ran my own tongue against it. I pushed my hips into hers and felt myself entering her warm pussy. She wrapped one leg around my own and pushed her own hips against me, causing my cock to push deeper inside of her.

We didn’t say a word. We just continued kissing like lovers while gyrating back and forth in a rhythmic motion. I reached behind her and squeezed her ass tightly. She did the same to me and started moaning into my mouth. I took one hand off her ass and slipped it under her belly to rub her clit which caused her to moan louder. I pulled my cock almost all the way out of her tight pussy, then pushed it back in deep.

“Jesus Christ!” she moaned as we quickened our pace. “Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!” Now there was nothing passionate about it. We were fucking like animals.

I never imagined that I’d be having sex with my own mother, but here we were in a tight embrace. There was a strong sexual tension between us throughout the day which built up to this point and I loved it.

She pulled her face from mine. “I’m so close! Mmm! Don’t stop! Mmm! Please don’t stop!” she yelled as she bucked her pelvis hard against me.

I was pretty close myself and fucked her as hard as I could. I felt my orgasm building rapidly and I gave three final thrusts before pushing myself deep inside her.

“GYAAAAAAAAH!!!” she screamed as torrents of her own son’s semen shot into her. Her pussy contracted around my cock as she experienced wave after wave of pleasure washing over her. She looked deep into my eyes, furrowing her eyebrows in the cutest way possible. Her mouth was wide open, but no sound was escaping her lips. I pushed my lips against her mouth and we kissed deeply as we both rode out our powerful orgasms. We fell asleep in that position, holding each other tight.

I woke up to a sunlit room, alone. I got up and found my mother in the kitchen area making pancakes over the small stove. She was still completely nude and looked just as beautiful as she did last night. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her as I kissed her neck.

“Thank you, Kyle,” she said as she rubbed her face against my head, “for everything.”

After that night, I could tell that we had a much closer bond as mother and son, but it was an unspoken bond. We never talked about what happened or repeated the experience again—at least, not until my sister found out…

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She walked down the hotel hallway, admiring the charming features that made the complex seem welcoming.

This, however, was nothing compared to the welcome she felt by the hand that grasped hers. She looked up into his beautiful steely blue eyes and smiled dreamily. At last, they would finally be alone. To roam, to discover, to explore, to satisfy. At last they arrived at the room number that the friendly desk clerk had assigned to them. She smiled a sheepish smile, butterflies dancing in her stomach; the excitement was causing her goosebumps to splay across her skin and her nipples to harden.

He looked back at her, wrapping one arm around her to rest on the small of her back, and pulled her close for a small, sweet kiss.

“Are you ready?” he asked her.

“I’ve been ready for this for so long,” came her reply.

“As have I.”

He slid the key card into the slot, the light turned green, and the doorknob clicked to indicate that the door was ready to be opened. If only the couple knew what would await them on the other side. He picked up their small overnight bag and opened the door for the raven-haired beauty he had kissed only moments before.

She walked past him, softly tracing her fingertips over his arms and chest. Walking into the suite, she began to appreciate it’s beauty. Behind her, he was appreciating her beauty. Her hair was softly curled, framing her creamy skin. Her eyes were lightly rimmed with eyeliner, her eyelashes enhanced with mascara so that her blue eyes seemed to glow. Her lips were stained with a soft berry color, parting softly in her inventory of the room. She was wearing a low cut white blouse, with a hint of lace peeping through over her cleavage. Her lovely legs were showcased by the frilly white skirt she had on, and the delicate pink slingback heels she wore. She turned from the view of the room to the view she desired most – him. As she turned, the sunlight from the picture windows threw her figure into stunning relief.

The same sunlight illuminated his handsome face. His long lashes brushed over his cheeks, his eyes dark with desire for her. He set the bag down near the door and made sure the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign was on the doorknob. The world could collapse around them, and neither would care as long as they were in one another’s arms. He walked across the room with a smile on his face, showing the dimples she loved. Once he reached her, he pulled her into his arms, resting his hands on her bottom. She ran her hands up his chest, up over his shoulders, and finally twined her fingers in his hair, softly massaging his scalp.

“Hi,” he whispered.

“Hello yourself,” she replied with a grin.

No more words were necessary as their instincts took over them. They looked into one another’s eyes, and their lips met. The fireworks that they could only create together burst through their bodies, lighting up their senses and heightening the sensitivity of their skin. His hands pressed into her ass, pulling her towards him to grind her against his growing erection. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing her breasts into his chest. Their lips partook of one another hungrily, there was no sating their desire. Mouths opened, and their tongues danced together, hot and wet. Soft whimpers escaped their lips as their hands began to roam. As his hands squeezed her butt, she lifted her left leg to hitch her thigh around his hip, giving him access to her bare pussy. His right hand caressed her soft ass cheek, playfully slapping her skin. She grinned against his mouth.

He rubbed the pink skin, working his way around to her pussy. He could feel her warmth before he dipped his finger into her soaking lips. She moaned into his mouth, the soft vibrations exciting him further. He plunged a finger deep inside her, and began to wiggle it back and forth quickly. She had to break the kiss to cry out in pleasure, her head falling back. His other arm gripped her tighter; he knew she was having difficulty keeping her balance with all the pleasure he was giving her. Reluctantly, he withdrew his glistening finger. She lowered her leg, and he brought his hand to her mouth where she eagerly took his wet fingers in her mouth to suck every drop of her juices off his hand. He loved the sight and the sensation, but mostly he loved her unabashed enthusiasm. Her eyes looked into his with a wicked gleam; she planned to suck and fuck him dry tonight.

She stepped out of her heels and then wound herself back into his arms, kissing him feverishly. They slowly felt their way to the bedroom, never stopping their kissing. Once there, she broke the kiss again and pushed him down so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Don’t move,” she said, “and no touching unless I give you permission.” He simply smiled and laughed.

She stood in front of him, just out of arm’s reach. She began to run her fingers over her face, sucking gently on her fingers and running them over her lips. She began to run pendik escort her hands all over her neck and chest, closing her eyes to concentrate on the sensations. Her hands slowly ran over her breasts, down her sides, around her hips, over her ass, back up her sides, and finally back up to linger on her breasts.

He was getting swollen watching the show she was putting on for him; his hand moved into his lap as he softly caressed his hard cock through his pants. She opened her eyes at last, and caught his gaze. A small smile played over her lips as she watched him start to fondle himself. It only turned her on even more.

She began to undo the buttons of her blouse slowly, one at a time, until her blouse hung open, revealing the lace trimmed corset she wore underneath. It pushed up her breasts, and her shallow excited breathing pushed them against the fabric. She dropped the blouse to the floor, and began to work her skirt down her hips. He stopped breathing for a moment as he watched her. He loved the show she was putting on for him, it was getting him so hot. The skirt inched down, slowly exposing her shaved, swollen pussy. She let the skirt drop into a puddle at her feet, and he enjoyed the view. She slowly pulled her right breast out from underneath the corset, licking around the top before gently flicking her nipple. Pulling her tit to her mouth, she began to suck on her breast. She peered out from underneath her lashes at him, and winked as she saw his breathing speed up. Then she proceeded to do the same thing to her left breast.

Both tits were hanging out over the top of her corset, and she walked over to where he sat on the bed. As she leaned over him, she softly sucked on his earlobe and whispered to him that she loved him. Then she stood up and placed her right foot on the bed next to him, and running her hands down her body she dipped her fingers into her slippery pussy. She moaned softly when her finger caught her clit, her hands knowing just where to go. Using her left hand, she opened her lips so he could see her fingers playing her pussy like a well-tuned instrument. Soon she was lost in the throes of her orgasm, her head falling back, her body shaking as her soft cries filled the room. She regained control of herself, and kneeled in front of him with a soft glow in her eyes and a rosy blush on her cheeks. She smiled and put her fingers into his mouth, knowing he would want to taste her.

He closed his eyes and sucked on her fingers, so turned on he could barely stand it. He wanted her to sit on his hard cock and relieve the swollen pressure, but he knew she wouldn’t let him suffer long. She unbuttoned his shirt, working it off his shoulders and throwing it over to join her skirt on the floor. She stood up and straddled his lap, her soaking hot pussy making contact with his dick through the material of his pants. She leaned down to kiss his lips slowly, gently. Like the gentleman he was, he let her set the pace. Her lips left his mouth, but before he could protest she began raining soft kisses over his cheek. She kissed a trail across his jawline, then back toward his ear. After kissing right below his earlobe, she used her tongue to trace the contours of his ear. Then she sucked his earlobe into her mouth, using her teeth to softly nibble, a small smile lighting her face as he shivered and moaned.

Crawling off his lap, she used her mouth and tongue to explore the contours of his chest and stomach before taking his nipples into her mouth and using her tongue and suction to tease them until he groaned. She gently pushed him back on the bed, kissing his bare skin, his shoulders, biceps, placing an open-mouthed kiss on the inside of his elbow and wrist, using her tongue to trace a trail from the bottom of his palm to the tip of his middle finger before sucking the tip of his finger into her mouth. She unbuttoned his pants, kissing the sensitive skin right above his waist, and worked his pants off of him.

His beautiful cock lay bobbing on his stomach, waiting for her. She smiled and began to kiss her way down his thighs, his knees, his calves… Working her way back up, she pulled him so his ass was right on the edge of the bed and his legs were spread. Using her tongue, she licked hot patterns all over the insides of thighs. She exhaled her hot breath over his balls, and softly began tracing her tongue over his sack while intermittently kissing it. She opened her soft lips and gently sucked his left ball into her mouth, surrounding it with wet warmth. Her tongue laved over it, flicking quickly. She did the same to his right ball, then took them both into her mouth at once. Withdrawing them from her mouth, she headed further south and began to kiss his ass cheeks. Lifting his legs to gain better access, she parted his ass cheeks so that she could tease his asshole with her lips and tongue. Reaching out with her tongue, she gently probed at it, using a soft pulsing pressure. His groans of pleasure excited her and encouraged escort pendik her. Putting her lips to his hole, she sucked on it and then bathed it with her tongue until it was nice and wet. Soaking her finger with saliva, she began to use her finger to probe into his ass, watching his swollen dick jumping with excitement. She kissed her way up the shaft, all the while working her finger into his ass. Raining kisses all around the head of his cock, she flicked the tip with her tongue. Using her free hand, she lifted his cock so she could pull just the tip into her mouth. Her finger was gaining more access now, and she paused just long enough to spit on her finger to keep it lubricated.

Bringing her attention back to his dick, she used her tongue to circle all around the head and lick up and down his shaft. Softly sucking in the little patch of skin right below the head. Slowly taking him in her mouth, her tongue wiggled back and forth, adding to the stimulation. Once he was nice and wet, she suddenly deep throated him, wiggling the finger in his ass at the exact same moment. He cried out in pleasure. Her soft throat muscles massaged the head of his cock, while her tongue danced on his shaft and her finger kept up it’s ministrations in his ass. Unable to contain herself, she began to bob her head up and down, moaning over his cock in pleasure – knowing that she was making him feel good turned her on. The muffled vibrations played all over his head and shaft, and he could feel the orgasm building. She stopped just long enough to re-lubricate her finger so as to keep from causing any discomfort, and moved her mouth back to his glorious cock.

She formed suction with her lips, her mouth clinging to him. The soft, wet heat of her mouth worked its way up and down his dick, her tongue flicking the head when she neared the top. He began to groan, feeling the orgasm about to reach it’s peak. He couldn’t wait to coat her tongue with jet after jet of his hot, creamy cum.

“Here it comes, baby… I’m gonna come!”

He made those groaning noises that she loved, the ones that sent waves of pleasure pulsing through her pussy. She backed off so she could feel the spurts of cum in her mouth, his hard cock pulsing as his body vibrated with his orgasm. She loved the taste of his cum, it was so salty and delicious. After she could feel he was done, she took another long pull to make sure she got every drop of cum out of his cock and then she swallowed. She took her finger out of his ass, and crawled up to kiss him so he could taste his sweet cum on her tongue.

He could taste his cum in her warm, wet mouth. She tasted so sweet.

“Oh my god,” he breathed, “you are amazing.”

She grinned, her eyes sparkling, and replied, “Thank you… I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“Now,” he said, “it’s time for me to return the favor.”

Her heartbeat began to accelerate, and she could feel the warmth of the blood rushing to her cheeks… As well as to other places. She smiled and laid back on the bed, her dark hair tumbling around her face and shoulders.

He kneeled next to her, and began to slowly kiss her while tracing soft patterns over the skin on her neck with his fingertips. She shivered, and she could feel the goosebumps quickly rising on her skin. He smiled on her mouth; he loved it when she shuddered. His right hand tenderly cupped her face, and he felt he could spend the rest of his life this way; kissing this woman.

Her eyes were closed, focusing on the sensations running through her body. His lips began to wander over her face, kissing her cheeks and her nose, her forehead, down her temple, and working over to her ear. He sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth and breathed into her ear that he loved her. She smiled in her bliss and whispered that she loved him too. His mouth moved down the gentle curve of her neck, tasting every inch of skin. He kissed her jawline, her collarbone, and worked his way up the other side of her neck to suck on her other earlobe.

By this time her breathing was growing ragged, her beautiful breasts lifting with every intake. He moved down her neck, dropping kisses all over her shoulders and chest. He paused to unhook the eyelets holding together her lace-covered corset, releasing her breasts for his attention. She arched her back to allow him to pull the garment out from underneath her, and over the side of the bed it went to join the rest of their clothes. He sat up for a moment to run his eyes down her body. Her eyes were half open, dark with lust, her lips were slightly swollen and a dark pink from kissing and from running all over his cock.

She lifted her hand and ran it down his arm, the touch of her soft hand jolting him out of his pause. His head leaned down to kiss her left breast, the soft underside and the downward slope of the top. His tongue traced patterns and lines all over until her breathing came even more labored than before. Finally, his tongue flicked over her hard nipple, causing pendik escort bayan her to gasp in delight. He flattened his tongue and lapped at her nipple, sucking it tightly into his mouth and lightly squeezing it with his teeth. Her hands were twined in his soft hair, her fingernails softly scratching his scalp as he used his mouth to pleasure her. He quickly flicked his tongue, and his cock began to swell again as her back lifted off the bed and she moaned, offering herself up to him to use for his will.

His mouth moved over to her right breast, giving it the same attention as the other. He began to let his hands roam over her body while his mouth worked; up and down her sides, over her stomach, caressing her hips… By this point she began to squirm, and he had hardly begun.

He was in no rush, he wanted to prolong her enjoyment as long as possible. His mouth sucked on the delicate white skin between her tits, then began to work it’s way down her ribs and all over her stomach. Lips moving as lightly as a butterfly’s wings, touching down over her tummy, and dipping his tongue into her navel. He kissed the skin on her sides and her hips, and used his tongue to trace the line of her hipbone to the top of her pussy. He could see the wetness of her lips, and his instinct screamed at him to bury his face in her sweet slit. He restrained himself, and used his mouth to kiss and lick her soft, shaved mound. He worked his way with kisses all over her thighs and her legs. Then, unexpectedly, he stopped.

She opened her eyes and focused on his face through the fog of bliss she was shrouded in. He was looking down at her with a smile.

“Turn over,” he said to her.

She smiled back and flipped herself onto her stomach, revealing her beautiful ass for him. His tongue traced one long line down her spine, and she shivered and whimpered. Once he got to her lower back, he began to cover it in erratic, open mouthed kisses. He knew this was one of her biggest erogenous zones, and he planned on using that to his advantage.

The things he was doing to her body felt so incredibly amazing, she was so wet and hot that she knew once he finally got to her pussy she wouldn’t be able to last long. She gripped the pillow and was moaning heavily, her legs flexing and bending uncontrollably.

He moved over her ass, and pressed her legs apart. Using his thumbs to pull apart her cheeks, he softly licked at her hole; she cried out. He worked on her, slowly working his tongue inside her ass, fucking her with it. She was so turned on it bordered on torment. He could smell her juices, freely flowing from her slippery pussy.

“Get up on your knees,” he commanded her, “I want to taste that hot pussy of yours, you little fuck slut.”

“Oh god yes, please honey… Please, lick my wet pussy, your little fuck slut is so turned on and she wants you to make her come. Oh please baby… I need it so bad.”

He slowly licked her lips, enjoying the sweetness of her juices. He ran his finger from the top of her slit to the bottom, and slowly worked a finger inside of her. She was so wet, and it got him incredibly hard knowing it was all because of how he made her feel. He was finger fucking her a little faster now, a second finger joining the first. Then his finger moved up to her ass, where it slowly began working it’s way inside. Meanwhile, his other hand spread her lips wide, exposing her pretty pink pussy to his view. He buried his face in her warm slit, his tongue furiously lapping at her clit before sucking on her pussy. His tongue slowly flicked her clit, teasing her and driving her crazy.

Her body began to quiver, and her moans grew louder. His tongue quickly flicked over her clit, bringing her closer to that release.

“Unh, unh… Mmm… Oooh… Oh god… Unh… Here it comes… I’m gonna come!”

Her back began to arch and her body was shaking. Her head was thrashing from side to side while she gripped and tugged on the sheets. A small amount of sweet, warm fluid rushed over his face, bathing him in her creamy cum. He sucked on her pussy, trying to get every drop of juice he could. She kept shuddering, and she could hardly catch her breath.

He stood up on the floor and pulled her ass toward him as he buried himself in her in one stroke. She gasped and then cried out. He paused for a few moments, enjoying the feel of her tight, still pulsating pussy wrapped like warm wet velvet around his shaft. He slowly withdrew, and began to slowly fuck her. With every thrust she cried out in pleasure.

He stopped for a moment to grab her left leg and throw it over his shoulder so she was kneeling on her side. He slipped back inside her and started up the rhythm again.

“Oh god yes, baby, it feels incredible having your hard cock inside me right after I come.”

“Oh yeah, do you like the way my hard cock feels inside your hot wet pussy? You are my little fuck slut, aren’t you? Yeah, you like it when I fuck your wet pussy, you little whore.”

He began to pound into her quickly, feeling his balls slap against the inside of her right thigh. She began to scream in ecstasy, moaning and reveling in being used for his pleasure.

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“Tell me every gory detail!” I said as I got into my car.

“Ok. Well, so like as soon as mom left I stripped down to just the thong and a tank top. I was already getting wet, I was so turned on. But I was also nervous, in case I was totally wrong about him. So anyway I laid on my stomach on my bed reading a book, or at least trying to, and left my door open.”

“And did he walk by?”

“Yes, but it took him forever! I heard him coming and I got really nervous but pretended to be reading. He walked by but kept going and I got a little disappointed, but then I heard him walk back to my door, really softly.”

“So was he peeking in?”

“I couldn’t tell, but I thought I would shift around a little to see what would happen, so I did, and spread my legs a little bit more. I could totally hear him breathing after that. I was like really nervous and didn’t know what to do, but I knew I had to do something, so I looked over my shoulder and said, ‘Hey, Todd’. At first I didn’t hear anything and didn’t see him, but eventually I saw him peek around the corner. He was totally fixated on my ass and was pretty much speechless. I told him to come in, and he did, slowly.”

By now I could feel myself becoming aroused, and told Melissa to keep going. She continued, “So he like came in and I rolled onto my side and told him to sit down. He was really nervous and I was too, but I was getting turned on too. It was really weird. Anyway, we talked a little more, and then I said that it was nice having mom gone and that she wouldn’t be back for a while, like three hours. He just kind of nodded and smiled, and he couldn’t keep his eyes off of my body. I smiled at him and said, ‘I can’t believe you’re checking your sister out.’ He smiled, and said, ‘I’m not the one laying on the bed in a thong with the door open.’ We laughed and joked a bit, and then I said, ‘You want to mess around with me, don’t you.’ And he got really serious, and said, ‘sort of, yeah’ and I said, ‘its ok, it might be kind of kinky to fool around with my little brother.’ He looked up and said, ‘Really, like seriously’, and I said, ‘Yes’. And then he reached out and put his hand on my ass, and his hand was totally shaking. I rolled onto my back and he slid his hand up my shirt and felt me up, and then I spread my legs and he put his hand on my pussy. I could see him starting to get hard so I put my hand on his dick. He stood up and slid his boxers and shorts off, and I was like, ‘Wow, you’re bigger than I thought.’ He just kind of stood there and I didn’t know what to do, but then I thought of you and your brothers, and decided it was now or never, so I started sucking his dick.”

In my head I was imagining the whole scene, and I began to get very aroused. I was still sitting in my car in the parking lot, and quickly looked around to see if anyone was nearby. I didn’t see anyone so I slid my hand up under my skirt and began to stroke my pussy through my panties as I listened to Melissa tell me more about her and her brother.

“So I sucked him for maybe 2 minutes and then he came in my mouth. He was really worried that I would freak out, but I said no big deal and said it was his turn to make me come. He took his shirt off and I took mine off, and then he took my thong off. I was totally soaked. He got between my legs and started going at it. I had to calm him down and get him focused in the right area, but he got the hang of it fast and it felt really good. The whole time I couldn’t help but think that this was my brother, and not one of my boyfriends. Anyway I think I must have been really turned on because I came pretty fast.”

By this point I had pulled the panties aside and my fingers were slick with my wetness as I played with my clit. I moaned out loud as a wave of pleasure went through me, and Melissa said, “You ok?”

“Oh yes… enjoying this… please keep going.” I did another quick scan of the parking lot to see if anyone was watching me, and was relieved to see nobody in the area.

“Ok. So he was already getting hard again and asked if he could go inside me, and I said yes, so he got between my legs and slid into me. It felt really good and it was like totally hot to see him go in and out. He couldn’t stop watching and it must have been blowing his mind because like 3 minutes later he was coming inside me. I was like, ‘Wow, that was fast!’ and he was really sorry and I said to not worry about it, we just needed to work on his stamina. So for the next like hour and a half that’s all we did was suck each other and fuck. It was totally amazing how fast he came and how fast he could get it up again. He came inside me like two more times.”

“That is so incredibly hot, Melissa.”

“I know. I am so glad I talked to you about it. It was a lot of fun and I am sure we’ll do it more before he leaves, if we can get away with it. And the best part is that mom has no idea what we were up to.”

I saw a minivan coming to park next to me and quickly pulled bursa escort my hand out from under my skirt. My thighs and fingers were coated with my juices. I said, “Just be careful, I would hate to think what would happen if she found out.”

“I know what you mean. We’ll be careful.”

“Ok, I have to get back to the house. Please come see me before you go.”

“I will.”

I hung up and started the car, and headed for home. I don’t remember much of the drive because I was lost in the imagery of Melissa and Todd having sex.

A storm was waiting for me when I got home. Greg was furious that I had been gone so long and that he had had to take care of Brayden instead of watch his game. I barely had time to unload the groceries from the car before he was driving off to his office. He didn’t answer when I asked if he’d be home from dinner. By the time 9pm arrived, I was too tired to wait up and so went to sleep. I knew Greg came home during the night because he was asleep when I got up at 2am to put Brayden back to sleep, but when I woke up that morning he had already gone to work.

Looking back on it now, I can see that was when our marriage finally began to break and unravel. Over the next two weeks, we grew more distant, and I knew it was over. So did he, but neither one of us could admit to it. There finally came a time one night when he was home for dinner, and we were sitting at the dining room table, eating in silence. Steeling myself for the response, I looked at him, and point blank said, “You’d rather be with her, wouldn’t you.”

He looked up, and without much thought, said, “Yes.”

I nodded and got up from the table and began clearing the dishes. At this point the tears were coming freely and I didn’t try to hide it. I got Brayden out of his high chair and went into the bathroom to give him a bath before he went to sleep.

Greg stood in the doorway and began talking to me. My back was to him and I couldn’t bring myself to turn around and face him. He told me how he had already talked to a lawyer and that we could start signing the divorce paperwork next week, as long as it was consensual and there were no disputes over our money and belongings. He had found an apartment downtown, close to work, and had already moved some stuff in. He had also talked to our landlord and ended the rental contract; we had less than two weeks left before we needed to move out. He said I could have just about everything in the house, and that he’d pay me child support for Brayden. Then he tried to give me many a lame excuse as to why he had decided to leave me and Brayden, but to be honest I wasn’t really listening at that point.

The next morning I called my mother and asked to come over. They were out on the patio drinking coffee and reading the paper when we arrived. They were more than delighted to see Brayden. I broke the news to them about the divorce, and my mother came and held me while I cried and explained to them what had happened. When I was telling them about Greg’s affair with Stacey, the little voice in the back of my head started laughing, and began reminding me of all the incestuous sex I had had with Doug and Jeff, as well as the sex with Denise and Melissa. It cut straight to my heart, and it was a long time before I was able to shake those thoughts out of my head.

I spent the morning talking with my parents about my situation. At lunchtime I was surprised to see both Jeff and Denise arrive; my father had called both Jeff and Doug and had told them what had happened. Denise began to cry with me, and I told her to stop as it would ruin her mascara. We had a good laugh through the tears.

We went home after lunch, and I put Brayden down for a nap. I began to wander aimlessly around the house. I had no idea where I was going to live or what I was going to do for income. I was hopelessly lost and sat down on the couch, completely despondent. And then, Doug arrived.

He apologized for missing lunch, and passed me tissues as I sat and cried and explained everything to him. When I told him how we had to be out of the house in less than two weeks, he smiled, and said, “I have an idea on that, if you’re interested.”

I said, “Mom and Dad already offered to let me move in with them.”

“But I don’t think that is what you really want, is it?”

“Of course not. Do you have any idea how it feels, to be a 30-year old divorced mother, living at home with her parents? I mean, how pathetic can you get?”

He said, “Well, I can’t relate to the mother part, but remember, you’re not the only one who’s gone through a divorce.”

I looked up at him. He was right; he had recently been divorced as well, and I saw some deep sadness in his face. I leaned against him and said, “You’re right. I’m sorry. I totally forgot.”

He put his arm around me and said, “It’s ok. So I think I can understand some of what you’re feeling. And I can understand how you don’t want to move in with Mom and Dad. And that’s bursa escort bayan why I think you should move in with me.”

I sat up and looked at him, and said, “What?”

He said, “Brina, I live in a big old house, and I barely fill one floor of it. The rest of the house is empty. I just haven’t ever bothered to fill it after Wendy left and took her stuff. You’d be appalled to see what my house looks like. And to be honest, it is very lonely there. I’d love to have you and Brayden stay for a while, until you get back on your feet.”

“But I can’t pay you any rent. I don’t even know how much money I have in the bank, or if Greg even left me anything.”

“Brina, I love you. You are so thoughtful. But let me ask you a few questions. Have you ever noticed that I drive a new car every year, and that I always take a two week vacation to the Caribbean or Tahiti every year?”

“Well, no, not really. I mean, I know you make good money, but…”

“What I’m trying to say is that I don’t really care about the rent. Please don’t take this as bragging, but the house I’m living in I bought outright. With cash. No mortgage. And it was just under half a million dollars.”

“Wow. I mean, wow. How did you do that?”

“Well, I help my clients make a lot of money, and in the process, earn quite a bit myself. I cashed in some stock to buy the house, and, with a few smart moves, have just about replaced all the stock I cashed in. So I’m not really worried about money.”

“Oh. But, I mean, I don’t want to freeload off of you.”

“I know. And you won’t be. We are family, right? So of course we help each other out. And I know you’ll get back up on your feet soon, and we all want to help you with that. So let us help you – please.”

I thought about it, and said, “Are you sure you can fit us in?”

He smiled and said, “Do you want to come over, and see it for yourself?”

I said, “Actually, yes… as soon as Brayden wakes up I’ll come over, if that’s ok.”

“Absolutely. I need to get back to work but I won’t go in to my office… I’ll work from home. Just give me a call when you head over so I can pick up all the pizza boxes and dirty socks all over the place.”

He got up and kissed me on the forehead, and said, “See you later, Brina.”

I had to admit, once I had seen Doug’s house, I could see his logic for wanting Brayden and I to move in, at least temporarily. There was more than enough room on the second floor for a bedroom for myself, as well as a bedroom for Brayden. Doug had lost a lot of furniture in his divorce and hadn’t replaced much. My stuff would fill up the empty places and make the house a home – so I hoped.

And so, that weekend, a big U-Haul truck pulled up in front of my house, and my parents and brothers loaded up everything that I wanted to keep. Once we got that moved in to Doug’s house, we went back and loaded up the rest and took it to Goodwill. It was a very long, very sad day for me and I broke down several times. It felt so absolutely foreign to be cleaning out my house, literally, and making that final break with my old life and marriage to Greg.

September passed into October, and I found myself turning cold to just about everything except Brayden. I wasn’t bitter, or angry; just cold. Numb to just about everything going on around me. I tried to plan for the future but it was difficult, since I didn’t know what I wanted or where I was going. I made an attempt to settle in and make a home in Doug’s house, but even that was half-hearted at best. Through it all, my brothers, Denise, and my parents loved and supported me. And I wanted to return their love, but I just couldn’t. Despair and depression were such good companions. I gave myself to them and made peace with the fact that I was going to cry myself to sleep every night for the rest of my life, or so it seemed.

I hit rock-bottom at the end of November. My mother had come and taken Brayden so I could have some time to myself, and I somehow found myself standing naked in front of the mirror after taking a shower, brushing my hair absent-mindedly. I noticed that my body had lost its tone – I wasn’t eating much of anything – but that fact didn’t penetrate the cold within me. I kept brushing my hair, and somehow found myself with a pair of scissors in my hand. The next thing I knew I was watching myself hold my long black hair, while I cut it off with the scissors. I stood there for a long time, I think, looking down at the thick locks of hair clasped in my hand. I don’t know how I made it to the floor, but the next thing I remember was finding myself leaning up against the wall, still clutching the hair, crying. And then there was a lot of commotion when Denise came over and found me, but I didn’t understand why she was so worried or concerned. It seemed like I was in a never-ending dream, to be honest. What had happened?

She put my robe around me to cover me up, then sat me down on the couch and put a escort bursa cup of hot chamomile tea into my hands to revive me. I heard her calling several hair salons to see if there were any immediate openings. Once she found one, she sat down across from me and lifted up my chin, staring right into my eyes. She said we were going to go get our hair done, and that I needed to get dressed. I nodded, and then she guided me to my room and got me dressed.

I began to regain some sense as we drove to the salon. I sat down in the chair while Denise talked with the stylist about how to salvage my hair from the damage I had done. By the time he was done trimming and styling, I was back to myself. I had to admit he had done a fantastic job turning my disaster into a very cute page-boy style haircut. It may seem simple, but to be honest, that small change in my appearance was exactly what I needed to get me up off the floor and start the process of getting back on my feet.

A week went by, and every day seemed a little bit better, a little brighter. I was still sad, very sad, but I also was able to laugh and enjoy things a little more. And then a chance encounter at a mall changed my entire outlook on life.

As I was perusing the clearance racks I heard someone call my name. I turned around and saw a woman that looked familiar. Her name was Janine and we had met at Greg’s company party last winter. I barely remembered her, but she knew all about our divorce and Greg’s affair with Stacey. She didn’t have anything nice to say about him, which I very much enjoyed hearing. And then she dropped the bomb.

Apparently, Greg’s affair with Stacey had started during their training and continued on once Greg got back and Stacey began working in the same office. That much I had figured out, or at least assumed. What I didn’t know was that, shortly after arriving in Seattle, Stacey had also begun an affair with her boss, which was Greg’s boss as well. Greg had no idea of that affair until Stacey became pregnant – not from Greg, but from the boss, who was also married. The end result was that Stacey was promoted and Greg had been transferred to a satellite office in Tacoma – all within the last week. Apparently it was a huge scandal and caused a mass exodus of people from the company.

I tried hard not to show my glee as Janine told me all the sordid details, but inside, my bitter, cold heart was jumping backflips and cartwheels, as I thought of the cosmic justice that had just been served to Greg. I literally walked away with a bounce in my step and a smile on my face. Although I didn’t recognize it at the time, the cold, numb grip on my heart had been broken.

With a little help from my parents, brothers, and Denise, I formulated a plan to get back on my feet. I had an accounting degree and had almost taken all the classes I needed to become a certified public accountant. I was short a few classes and was able to sign up at a local college to finish out my final credits. With some hard work I could be finished by the summer. It was exactly what I needed and gave me something to prepare for over the holidays. I began eating and exercising again. I was going to be ok – no, better than ok. I was coming alive again, and it felt wonderful.

Although I hadn’t been the best correspondent, I had traded emails and phone calls with Melissa from time to time and had kept her updated on the divorce, my move, and how things were going for me. She had kept me up to date on how college was going for her, and how she and Todd had seen each other several times during the semester. She promised to give me a call once she got home from college for the holidays.

I also got a surprise phone call from Greg. He didn’t sound like the old Greg and wanted to meet up to talk. I wasn’t too keen on seeing him, but agreed to meet him at a park near our old house. I was totally shocked when I saw him, and I think he was shocked to see me, too. I admit I made myself look gorgeous, and to be honest my new hairstyle was very appealing, based on the looks I received from men out in town. He, on the other hand, looked 10 years older. If I had to use one word to describe him, it would be broken. Through his tears, he apologized repeatedly for what had happened and for being a complete asshole. He asked if there was any chance of reconciliation, and I told him absolutely not. He nodded and then asked if he could hold Brayden, who was happily playing on my lap. I hesitated, but when I looked in his eyes and heard the broken plea of, “Please, Sabrina” I handed him over. Greg began crying and said that he felt horrible for being such a poor father. He said he wanted to take Brayden and spend some time with him over the New Years, and would return him to me afterwards. The divorce agreement stated that Greg had custody of him every other weekend, but up until now he had never shown any interest in caring for him. Despite my misgivings, I couldn’t say no, and told him I would meet him the next day to drop Brayden off for the week. He was extremely grateful and once again apologized to me for all he had done. As much as I tried to hate him, I just couldn’t. He was a pathetic shell of a man, and it made me wonder what I was.

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Ryan was in the kitchen eating his breakfast watching her. She was wearing her nightgown which didn’t leave much to the imagination, pretty much see through. It flowed all the way to her ankles and clung very nicely to her womanly figure accentuating her large, full breasts. Every move she made, made her big titties sway from her body, Ryan so badly wanted to get up from the table and squeeze them.

Until IT happened. She bent down from the waist to reach for something under the kitchen sink. With that, her big tits just hung there under her gown, swaying to and fro like they had a life of their own. Ryan couldn’t take it anymore! Every day for the last month or so, this was the daily routine for him, watching his mom prancing around the kitchen in her almost see-through night gown as he tried to conceal his ever raging hard on.

As she rose up from the under the sink, Ryan moved in behind her and reached around from behind and squeezed her big titties! He couldn’t believe how big and soft they were as he kneaded them quickly. Laura jumped and squealed, turned around and slapped him in the face. “Ryan, what in the fuck has gotten into you” she screamed. He was in a trance from realizing how wonderful her tits had felt, staring at them while she yelled at me, making them jiggle.”Go to your room” was all he heard as he snapped out of it, looking a bit confused as he looked at his mother’s face, who had the look of anger and horror mixed together. But there was something else. As Ryan was turning to walk to his room, he noticed his Mom’s eyes made their way bursa escort to his groin. Her eyes became even wider than before and she had the look of shock as if she couldn’t believe her little boy had a hard on for her. It made Ryan feel strange inside but also excited from her reaction. Once up in his bedroom, it didn’t take more than 15 seconds as he was shooting cum all over a towel.

Back downstairs, Laura was reeling over the event that just occurred. She couldn’t believe the audacity of her son groping her huge titties, but at the same time she felt something she hasen’t felt in years. Not since her husband left her and her son has she felt that electric sensation of having her breasts kneaded and caressed. She loved the sensation but not at the expense of her own son doing it. Can she blame him though? Here was an adolescent teenager going through puberty and his mother walking around in semi see thru nighties! Heck, she thought if she was in his shoes, she would probably do the same thing. She sat down in the chair trying to gather her thoughts about what she should do, failing to acknowledge the wetness in her panties.

Ryan was still hard as a rock even after stroking out a huge load. He couldn’t get over what he had done. The adrenaline still pulsating through his veins, he sat on the edge of his bed with his cock out, stroking it long and hard, with thoughts of his cock between his mother’s huge tits while she urged him on to fuck them faster and faster. He was in such a trance, he hadn’t realized his mother had opened the door and was staring bursa escort bayan awestruck as he continued to jerk off his meat. Laura couldn’t move. Her eyes were glued to Ryan’s big, hard cock. Try as she might to move, she couldn’t. Without realizing what she was doing, she inexplicably brought one hand to her nipple, twisting and pinching it, while her other hand found her moist, pussy lips. Ryan was meticulously working his meat with his eyes closed, heavily concentrating on what he was doing to his mother in his thoughts. He then heard what he thought was a moan, as he opened his eyes, he saw his mother in his doorway fingering her pussy and pinching her big titties. It startled him for a second, but in his testosterone frenzied state, he got up off his bed, walked toward his mother – who was not herself – grabbed her by the shoulders and flung her on his bed. Laura was beside herself. Not knowing what to do, she gave in to her son’s actions. Ryan tore her nightie down off her shoulders, baring her big titties, which were wobbling side to side from her movements, he grabbed her arms and put them underneath her tits as to hoist them up. He straddled her chest with his hard cock raging for some action. He couldn’t believe the sight before him. His mother’s big tits were below him as she had an unclear glaze in her eyes, obviously pure unadulterated lust. He couldn’t take it any longer. Ryan welled up some spit in his mouth, aimed his mouth over his mom’s cleavage and slowly let it drop from his mouth to the valley between her tits.

He plunged escort bursa his raging cock inside her bountiful tits. In and out, in and out. “Fuck, mom, this is heaven” he said, looking down at her. Laura knew what was happening but just couldn’t do anything about it, as if she couldn’t move. Ryan had her transfixed by his raging cock between her tits. “Mom, open your mouth” said Ryan. She did as he commanded, and with that he took his cock from her tits and put it in her mouth. Laura didn’t need any prompting. Eagerly she wrapped her lips around his throbbing member and began sucking. Ryan did the thrusting while Laura did the rest. “Oh my God” was all Ryan could say. Never before had he thought he could stick his cock between her tits, but to do that AND get his mother to suck his cock was too much to fathom. With her cheeks sunk in from sucking on Ryan’s’ cock, Ryan began to feel the tension build up in his balls. He looked down at his mom and at the same time, Laura looked up at Ryan and gave him a sly wink. This brought Ryan over the edge! He started to tremble as he felt the electricity shoot from his toes all the way to his cock. Laura could feel him trembling as well, as she knew the imminent burst of cum was about to hit her. She sucked on him harder and pumped his ass towards her face quicker. Thick globs of cum started hitting the back of her throat as Ryan yelled in ecstasy,”AARRRGGHHHHH, FUUUUUCK”. His cock slipped out of her mouth, shooting strings of cum onto his mothers face.

When his orgasm subsided, he opened his eyes and couldn’t believe the sight before him. His mother lay beneath him, her face glazed with his cum. “What have you done?” she asked, cum dripping in between her parting lips as she spoke. “Hopefully, the start of many things to come”, Ryan said, with a ominous grin.

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She took my hand in hers as we walked. “You are gonna love my mom. She is just like me, but twenty-two years older. She still has dirty blonde hair, nice melons, and can be sweet when she wants to be.”

“Really, are her hooters bigger?” I pondered, getting front of her.

“Yes, smartass,” she replied, taking my other hand and looking into my green eyes. “She is just the most important person in the world to me. I just really want both of you to like each other, that’s all. We’ve been seeing each other for over a year now and she doesn’t come out this way very often. I’m sure she’ll love your black hair and charming personality, but be on your toes.”

“I understand,” I mentioned before I kissed her. “I’ll give her the full charm, sound good?”

She nodded as she broke eye contact. “Sometimes she comes down hard on my boyfriends, that’s why I waited until we were serious. I love her to death, but she has been a pain in the ass in this department before.”

I took in a deep breath and hugged her. “I’ll be prepared, Rashida, I love you.”

“I love you too,” she added, letting go of me. “I’m just warning you: she is the sexiest, but sharpest shark you’ll ever set your eyes on. She’ll grill you a little bit, but remember: you are the second most important person to me.”

“That’s why I bought you the ring.”

“Tell you what, you make it through this dinner with her liking you,” she said, coming towards my right ear, “and I’ll give you a blow job on the way home, maybe I’ll even let you cum in my mouth,” she whispered.

I cheesed and shook a bit as she brought her head back. “The most important factor we just have to make her understand is: we love each other.”

I broke eye contact and took a deep breath.

“What?”

I glanced back at her. “Does she know that we’re living together and, you know?”

“Having sex, Ladon?”

“Yes.”

“I haven’t give her any details, but yes, she knows the deed has been done quite a few times. Don’t worry, she isn’t traditional like that, she is just my mom. I can’t say this will be easy, but let’s just get through it,” she explained before she felt my crotch. “Then I’ll take out my hard friend, and I’ll let him right into my mouth. I’ll even do it naked if you want me to.”

“Is that a promise?”

“What do you think?” she pondered before she smooched my cheek. “If you are really lucky, I may even take you into the women’s room and make you feel good in one of the stalls. She is just a character, but it is part of her personality. If I need to, I’ll insert myself into it if things get weird.”

“Okay.”

We walked into the seating area as we held hands and I cheesed the whole time.

‘Wow, I picked the right lady: willing to give me head on the way back and maybe even in the bathroom. I wonder if I might ask her tonight. I mean with her mom there, it might be perfect. Although, even though she isn’t traditional, it still might be a good idea to ask for her blessing to propose.’

“Oh, there she is,” she pointed out before she hurried us both over.

‘Holy shit, she has her hooters off the leash,’ I thought, shaking a little bit. ‘And they are bigger.’

“Hello, Mom, this is Ladon, my serious boyfriend,” Rashida introduced me, sitting down next to her.

I stayed up and glanced at her. “Hello, Mrs. Chimstim, I’m Ladon,” I greeted her, putting my hand out over the table.

She sat there for a few seconds and peeked at my hand.

Then she looked at me. “With due respect, Ladon, fuck your handshake,” she said before she got up and came to me. “I’m a hugger,” she informed me before she wrapped her arms around me.

My eyes were widened for a moment as I peeked at Rashida. “What the hell?” I mouthed, hugging her mom back.

“She is my mom, dude,” she mouthed back, shrugging her shoulders and smiling.

‘Fuck, I have a major hard on now. Holy shit, this is gonna be a fucked up dinner, but her boobs are spectacular.’

We let go of each other and I sat down across from her. Rashida blindly found my hand and took it hers. Even as she did that, my eyes were glued to the giant pair of tits that were begging to pop our of her mom’s dress.

“I’m Roxanne by the way, Ladon. You must be the one that’s been living with my daughter for the past year.”

I bit my lip for a moment. ‘Fuck, it is cool in here, but I’m sweating bullets.’

“Anyone in there, Ladon?” Roxanne wondered waving her hand. “Are the lights just on with no one home?”

“Yes, that’s me, Roxanne.”

She nodded and smiled. “Good, it is nice to meet you finally, nervous, but kind man. I can certainly tell that you are tense, but don’t worry, I won’t grill you,” she laughed. “She told you I would, didn’t she? Don’t worry, you can tell me. Just blink once for ‘Yes.’.”

I glanced at Rashida and she grinned.

“Yes she did, Roxanne.”

“That wasn’t nice, sweetie,” she warned Rashida.

Everyone stayed quiet for a moment and looked over the menus. Soon after that, we ordered our food and then Rashida gave bursa escort me a kiss.

She came to my ear again. “Don’t worry, dude. I really will give you head if it’ll make you feel better. If you need to calm down a bit, just pull on my top a little bit under the table and we’ll go right to the bathroom. I just love you that much,” she confided.

I brought my lips to her cheek. “Thank you,” I muttered.

“You can do that by just talking to her for a couple minutes.”

“What are you two whispering about? You aren’t talking about me, are you?”

“No, Mom,” Rashida answered, pulling her head back. “I’m gonna head to the bathroom real quick, remember: no grilling,” she made clear before she took off.

‘Oh, son of a bitch,’ I thought, slanting my head down to the table.

“So, how did you meet her?” she pondered, leaning towards me.

I bowed my head down. “Just through friends, that’s all. No romantic story, somehow defying the odds or anything like that. We just hit it off, and that led us here,” I explained, vibrating a bit.

“You mean to where you are meeting me and you can’t just look into my eyes?”

I clenched my fists and calmly slanted my head up.

Although, my eyes just got stuck right on her glorious rack. ‘Stop staring, you moron. She might be your mother-in-law in the near future. Fuck, she could break us up,’ I thought, jiggling.

“Hello, Ladon, what, are you lost in my boobs?”

I instantly jerked backward. “What, no, I wasn’t looking at those. I was just…”

“It is nothing to be ashamed of, dear,” she assured me, putting her palms over my right hand. “You are a guy and I have my bosoms out like they are being auctioned off to the highest bidder. I won’t tell Rashida that you were eye fucking the shit out of them. I’m a mean bitch, but I’m not that mean. I can be sweet too, but you just have to meet me halfway, that’s all,” she explained, prior to getting up and sitting next to me.

“What does that mean?” I moaned through my teeth.

She smile lustfully and brought her lips to my ear. “Just tell me you want to fuck me.”

“What, no, Roxanne. I’m with your daughter, so I don’t want to have sex with you,” I protested, putting my hands up and shaking my head no.

She placed her hand onto her chin and stared off into space for a moment. “I gotta call bullshit,” she stated, prior to looking back at me. “You want me, don’t you?”

“No, I don’t, Roxanne.”

She instantly brought her right hand to my crotch. “Your dick agrees with me, Ladon,” she pointed out, rubbing it.

I jiggled around, bit my bottom lip and sweated rapidly.

I managed to keep my eyes open just in case Rashida came back. ‘Oh, that feels good.’

“Do you like this, Ladon?” she wondered, bringing her lips to my cheek. “You can be honest with me.”

I bit my bottom lip extra hard. “Roxanne, are you hitting on me?”

“Maybe, now admit that you want to fuck me.”

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a few seconds. “Okay, I want to fuck you, Roxanne.”

“I like that,” she giggled before she smooched my cheek. “If you ever want to see my naked breasts, just let me know. I’ll gladly show them to you. If you ask really nicely, I may let you lick my nipples too. Would you like that?”

“Maybe, now please stop this before she comes back. You are making me really uneasy.”

“Fine,” she said before kissed my cheek again and sat back in her chair. “And feel free to eyeball my breasts, but don’t let her catch you.”

I just tried to relax and get myself under control. I wiped my forehead and then my hands.

I didn’t peek back at her until Rashida came back. “I’m sorry, I just had to go,” she pointed out, sitting next to me. “So, what did you two talk about?” she pondered, glancing at me.

“Just how we met, but nothing else.”

“Good,” she said before she kissed me and took my hand in hers.

Then they began going back and forth, but I couldn’t follow the conversation at all.

I just glared at her tits on and off. ‘Son of a bitch, I only met her tonight, but she already got to me admit that I wanted to have sex with her. Just what kind of woman did Rashida come from? She certainly didn’t hit on me when I first met her. Hell, Roxanne even just encouraged me to stare at her melons. Is she just nuts? Damn, even as I’m holding Rashida’s hand, I’m just picturing Roxanne jerking me off.’

A few minutes later, Rashida brought her lips to my cheek. “Are you okay, you haven’t said anything for over five minutes?”

“I think you two have said enough for all three of us.”

“Is there anything you want to ask my mom?”

I just peeked at her tits again.

“Yes, these are real,” Roxanne let me know, lifting them up a bit.

“Mom!” Rashida roared, hitting the table. “He doesn’t need to know that. You told the last boyfriend you met that and you scared him off. Don’t pull that crap again.”

“I’m sorry, young lady!” Roxanne growled, leaning towards Rashida. “It is not like I have a man in bursa escort bayan my life appreciating them, and Ladon is a guy. It is just his nature to check them out, especially if you might have these years down the road.”

“Maybe, but neither of us needed to hear that, Mom. He is my boyfriend and he can enjoy my breasts whenever he wants to. He definitely doesn’t need you to make him feel uncomfortable. I’m sure he scanned them when he saw the big display you have them on.”

Roxanne sighed and viewed at me. “I apologize, Ladon. It was not my intention to make you feel uncomfortable. I certainly support you being with my daughter, because you seem to make her happy. Another thing I’m sure she mentioned: she wanted us to like each other. I do like you, Ladon.”

“Thank you, Mom.”

A moment later, our food showed up and we started eating.

‘My cock is as hard as a diamond and I feel like I could just pop at any second now,’ I thought, eating my steak. ‘I think I just need to jack off, maybe that’ll get her off my mind.’

I did my best not to glimpse at her boobs, but it was just next impossible. I felt my entire figure shudder a bit and drops of sweat fall off my head too.

I took a deep swallow and peeked at Rashida. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom now.”

“Okay, but can we talk for a second?”

“Sure,” I replied, getting up.

We both headed towards the bathroom, but stopped at a small section by it.

She looked at me. “Are you sure you are okay? I just keep seeing you shiver and sweat like you are in court being prosecuted for murder. Is she making feel weird? I wanted to bite her head off about wearing that red dress, but she is my mom. Does she turn you on, so you want to have sex with her?”

“No, babe,” I objected, shaking my head no. “I swear I just want you.”

“I’m not saying you feel the need to cheat, but like she said, you are a guy,” she reminded me, taking my hands in hers. “We both know you love tits too, so it is nothing to be ashamed of if she turned you on. You didn’t ask her to, she just did it.”

“Okay, she did, Rashida. I’m so sorry,” I replied, wrapping my arms around her.

She hugged me back for a moment. “Don’t be sorry,” she said, leaning away. “Do you need a blow job right now?”

“No, I can wait until our drive home,” I answered before I kissed her.

“Are you sure? Thirty seconds after the stall door shuts, I could have you ready to shoot.”

“Is that an guarantee?”

“What do you think?” she inquired, wrapping her arms around my neck. “We didn’t start having sex until I heard the ‘L’ word. We kept doing it afterward because I knew it was true,” she explained before she kissed me. “Just don’t take too long, I do love pleasuring you,” she reminded me before she walked away.

I went into the bathroom and strolled to the furthest stall.

I ambled in there, shut the door and locked it. “So, like mother, like daughter, both of them are down to fuck,” I murmured before I undid my pants.

I pulled out my rod and immediately began stroking it. “Son of a bitch, Roxanne is a stone fox wrapped in a somewhat heartless bitch. She was actually hitting on me and got me hot for her. Fuck, now I’m jacking off because of her. Somehow, I just think it wouldn’t be right if Rashida blew me and made me cum right now. Her mom got my motor going into overdrive, but I can’t have Rashida finish the job. Oh, just shut up and do it,” I groaned, leaning my head back and closing my eyes. “Oh, Roxanne, of course I’ll take a peek at those melons.”

My mouth opened up widely and my hand already felt like it had an icepick shoved in there. I zoned everything else out and just focused on envisioning Roxanne naked. I didn’t have her do anything sexual, but I did just try to create the best image I could of her just dancing around.

‘I’m breathing rather heavily and I feel like I’m in the middle of volcano, but my cock is taking over all the physical and emotional bad feelings flowing through me. I’m bitting my both of my lips and I my whole figure is trembling. Shit, why must that chick do this to me?’

I had no idea, but I felt my load jetting through my system as if it was one huge tidal wave. With each passing stroke, I felt it getting stronger and more likely to burst out. I couldn’t actually smile, but I still felt pretty damn good.

Although, a minute later, a single tear formed on my left cheek and I put my right hand onto the wall. “I’m sorry, Rashida,” I moaned, prior to letting my seed out.

I came and let out four shots and one half stream as well. It all went hit the toilet and the wall and then I let out a giant exhale. I felt more drops of sweat forming on my forehead, but I felt ice cold on the inside.

“Son of a bitch, that was good, but damn I feel guilty now.”

“Oh, I would too, stud.”

My eyes instantly opened all the way. “Shit,” I whispered. “Roxanne?” I asked, peeking behind me.

“I’m sorry, did I catch you jacking off?” she inquired, peeking over the door.

I stayed escort bursa silent for a moment.

“How about you let me in?”

‘Crap, if I don’t she’ll probably blow the whistle,’ I thought before I hit the back wall.

“You don’t have to hit the wall, I just want to chat.”

“Fine,” I moaned through my teeth before I unlocked it.

She opened the door. “Having fun?” she questioned, coming into the stall with me and as I frantically tried to get my cock back into my pants.

“There is no need zip up, I’d love to see it, if you’ll let me,” she mentioned, leaning towards me.

“No, I’m not about to let you see my schlong,” I protested, putting it away.

“Why not? You just envisioned me naked.”

I put my hands on my face and rubbed it very slowly for a moment.

“I locked the door, so we are free to get naked if either of us has the desire to. So why don’t you look my way, and maybe I’ll flash you my knockers. We both know you want to see them. It was confirmed earlier when you couldn’t go for a full sixty seconds without peeking at them. So, I’m offering you the chance to see them right now. No strings attached, and I won’t tell her you were just masturbating thinking about me.”

“And why should I trust you?”

She chuckled for a moment and put her hand onto my shoulder. “Well, because you want my blessing to ask Rashida to marry you.”

“How did you know about that?” I questioned, turning to her.

“If you weren’t serious about her, you wouldn’t have fought so hard not to gawk at these melons,” she answered, boosting them up. “It is okay, nothing that goes on in here will leave. You can admit it, I already know you want to see them. If you let me see your pecker, I’ll show you my tits and I’ll give you my blessing.”

“Just like that?”

She nodded.

I hit my own hand a few times as I broke eye contact with her. “And Rashida never finds out about this?”

“Nope,” she answered, caressing her breasts. “Even if I got down on my knees and blew you, I wouldn’t let her find out.”

“Oh, fuck that,” I asserted, pushing her out of the way.

I got out of the stall and put my hands up. “You are one insane floozy, Roxanne,” I branded her, pointing at her.

“I know,” she agreed, pushing the sides of her dress off herself. “I just want my own piece of cake from you, man sized hunk,” she mentioned as it fell off her.

She strolled towards me and placed her hands onto her back.

“No, don’t you dare take that off.”

“Or what?” she wondered, taking her pink bra off.

My jaw immediately dropped as my eyes got view of her naked tits.

“I take it you like them?”

“Yes, cunt,” I replied, failing to part my eyes from them.

She slid her matching panties down. “That’s not nice,” she mentioned, stepping towards me. “All I want to do is pleasure you before you propose,” she said before she felt my pockets. “Holy shit, there is something else hard there. You were planning on proposing tonight, weren’t you?”

“Yes, if things went well, which they clearly aren’t now.”

Her hands came to the button on my pants. “Just let me send you off a happy man and then you’ll have my blessing. Is that fair enough? She is my only child and I’m not planning on having another one. I’m sure you’d love to do it with a MILF too.”

“Whatever, hussy.”

She calmly lowered herself to her knees as she failed to break eye contact. She got my pants undone and pulled them down.

My hard rod flung right out and she wrapped her right hand around it. “Wow, Rashida is one lucky woman,” she pointed out, caressing it and examining it.

“I know that, just do what you want to do so this can be over with.”

“Oh, aren’t you a reluctant dude?” she wondered before she lazily took my Johnson into her mouth.

I covered my face with both hands. “You fucking bitch,” I groaned, scrubbing my face.

She began thrusting her lips and her hand grabbed onto my shirt. She pulled on it, so I haltingly brought my hands off my face.

I looked right at her as she glanced right back at me. “You suck in more ways than one, bitch.”

She chuckled a bit and let me feel the goodness of her mushy lips on my pecker.

I just paced myself, but kept my eyes right on hers. ‘Whether I like it or not, she does bring intimacy into it,’ I thought, clenching my fists. ‘She is doing it slowly too, just making me feel so damn good. She is definitely one manipulative skank, that’s for sure. Just remember: I’m doing this to get her blessing, so then I can propose tonight. Yes, just look at me as I cheat on your daughter, you damn wench.’

“I think I hate you so much, that I love you a little bit.”

She failed to halt her pleasuring and just kept her speed and eye contact constant. Although, after a couple minutes, my head slanted back and the top half my of body began moving back and forth.

I heard her giggle a little bit more and then her tongue slid it’s way onto my rod as well. It first landed on the bottom, but it slithered it’s way all the way around my member. That was when she had twitch for the first time.

A moment later, I bit my lips again. “Shit, you suck, Roxanne. Don’t toy around with me, just make me cum so I can get your blessing, slut.”

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Ma had just retired to her room when Rudra and I came to ours. The moment we were out of sight Rudra put his arm around my waist crushing me to him. He slipped his hand between my legs roughly pushing his finger into my wetness.

“Umhh,” I bit into my lip. I turned in his arms to kiss him. Our lips sucked hungrily at each other’s tongues.

“I want you,” I heard myself say before biting into his lip.

He groaned, then half lifted me to his room, discarding my clothes on the way in. He lifted me against him then bit into one of my nipples.

“Aahhh,” I groaned loudly being instantly aroused beyond repair. I found my hand pushing his head to my breast as he pulled hard on the nipple. He pushed me against the door, thrusting his hard on against my wet pussy.

He cupped my breast in both hands, pushing it up to suck hard on my flesh. Then he squeezed it again repeating the process over and over.

I bit into my lip moaning hard. My head falling back in sweet agony.

“Riya?” Mother called just before she entered into the nursery and my breath caught in my throat.

“What…” but she did not finish.

My moan turned into a whimper and Rudra froze, my nipple still in his mouth.

My heart pounded in my chest as blood rushed into my face and my cheeks began to burn. A startled expression paralyzed my face.

“My breasts were hurting,” I breathed by way of explanation before mother turned on her heels and left.

Every movement I made thereafter was under ma’s radar. She would make surprise visits to the nursery. I felt so ashamed of almost being caught it made me tremble every time I thought about it, so I took all precautionary measures, even at the cost of aggravating Rudra. But into the third week Rudra was running low on patience.

“You’re being paranoid, you know.” He stared into my eyes, miffed. “She’s not going to come up in the middle of the night just to see what you’re doing with me in bed.” He tried to kiss me again.

“Ummh, please Rudra,” I tried to break from his kiss. “Listen, ummh…, ummh, please honey,” I coaxed, to appeal to his better senses.”

“I want you,” he growled.

“I want you too Rudra, but I’m too scared.” I pleaded again.

“Are you really, or have you had your fill of this,” he gestured at us and the nursery.

“Now you’re being paranoid,” I squinted at him annoyed myself, for him even thinking of something as absurd as this.

“Fine, have it your way,” he turned his back to me in a huff.

“Please Rudra, I’m really scared. If she catches us this time, I don’t know what she’s going to do.” No matter how much I wanted to reassure him and allay his fears, I couldn’t hug him or come close to him in bed of fear that ma would catch me in the act.

He didn’t turn around in bed after that and went to sleep, while I counted sheep in my head till morning.

The next day he was distant and no matter how much I tried to act normally before my mother, my eyes kept traveling to him. Every time our gaze met, I could feel ma making mental notes.

And then it happened.

On the weekend when ma and I were home alone she asked me to move a bed into the nursery with the babies. She did not want me and Rudra to share a room anymore. Instinctively, even before she had let on I knew something drastic was eventually going to happen but I still wasn’t ready for the way it made me feel.

The moment I heard him walk into the house it was like all the flood gates had released. I knew it wasn’t a big thing I was still next door to him but no matter what I told myself, I felt like ma had severed me from Rudra and I couldn’t bear it. Even though he was standing a few paces from me, I felt like a deep trench had been dug between us and I couldn’t cross it to get to him. The first moment we were alone I ran into his arms.

“Shhhhh,” he rocked me against his warm chest. “Stop crying, its only temporary, I promise.

I shook my head violently against his chest too overcome with emotion to trust my voice. I sobbed against his chest, my knees giving way.

“Come on Riya, its not a big deal. I’m next door to you, aren’t I?” He pulled me up to peer into my face. “Its going to be alright darling, hush now and stop crying.” I felt his kiss put warmth into my cold bones again.

But words still failed me. Instead fresh warm tears welled and flowed from my eyes.

“Riya, please honey stop doing this, you’re breaking my heart,” he exhaled crushing me in his embrace again.

Nothing would be the same again. Ma would keep a close watch on us now, I knew it in my bones and a dread settled over my heart. I no longer had it in me to survive without him. I knew I had to do everything in my power to let that from happening. Every time he tried to touch me even if it was in the middle of the night or even when I knew ma was away for the day I would flinch and shrink from his touch and soon he stopped making an effort altogether. He began to spend long hours at work, coming home late. I wondered sometimes if he had bursa escort begun to see someone. I trembled in my bed thinking about it, my life seeping out of my limbs at the very thought.

At night I would dream of him and then wake sweating.

“I needed to shop for a few things for the babies,” I asked tentatively, when I found him in the nursery one morning petting the babies. “Can you take me shopping in the evening?”

“No, I’m busy today. Go with ma.” He said simply then left the room.

On the way to work I tried to start a conversation with him again.

“You’re very busy these days.”

“Yes,” was all the answer he gave.

“With what?” I let my curiosity get the better of him. But a call came through and he began to talk over the phone.

“Yes, tell her to wait. I’m going to be there in,” he checked his watch. “ten minutes tops. Yes, i’m sure, just tell her and show her to my office. Don’t let her leave at any cost. Keep her busy somehow.” He called off.

“Can you take a cab to the university today Riya, I’ve got this client waiting for me and am already late.” He asked absently dialing another number.

“Yes, yes of course,” I answered, my heart falling. I looked out of the window, biting into my lip, suddenly feeling overwhelmed over the lack of control I had over the events unfolding before me.

“Will you be alright?” He asked looking at me when he dropped me at my intersection.

“Yes, of course,” I said again in a false voice.

He gazed at me, before his phone began ringing again, then exhaled, answered his phone and started the ignition to take care of more pressing matters.

I stood there a while staring behind his car, too weak to move and unable to make sense of where the life I called my own went in that moment.

Somehow every time I tried to talk to him again something would always come in the way. Over time the silences began to distance us even more than the setbacks of life. He began to travel for work and spend days away from home, something he had never done before. Something he had only begun to do lately. I thought of the call he had answered when he had left me on the side of the road that day. ‘Don’t let her leave at any cost’

“What are you thinking?”

My gaze travelled to ma, unsuspecting. I found it strange to find her staring at me.

I looked down at my plate, at the untouched food, my mind already beginning to pick up its trail again into the maze in my head.

“I asked you something?” Ma raised her voice.

“What? I’m sorry, what?” I cleared my throat.

“Where’s your mind these days Riya? Are you even here?” She asked with a slight sting in her voice. “I find you staring into the oblivion all the time. What is the matter with you?”

I cleared my throat again. “I’m just tired.” I answered, my fork absently, toying with the food on my plate.

“Are you feeling alright?” She sounded a tad worried.

“Yes, I’m alright,” I answered without much thought. I had stopped letting questions affect me any more.

“Are you still having the same problem?” She asked hesitantly.

My eyes stared blankly into hers. I did not answer before finding out what she was talking about.

“Your breasts still hurt?”

Oh, so that’s what she meant. My neurons began to fire at once.

“Yes.”

“So, aren’t you doing anything about it?” She asked like handling something unpalatable.

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because I’ve learned to live with the pain.” I lifted my eyes to hers, rage simmering deep within them.

She looked away.

“Ask him to help you.”

It wasn’t a plea nor was it a command. It was her way of saying she cared. I felt a pall lift over me.

That night when I had put my babies to sleep in their crib, I went in to take a shower and wore my black negligee. Then I began to wait for him to return. My heart thudded against my chest in anticipation. It was only nine and I knew if he returned he usually did around midnight. I ordered my mind not to dwell on what kept him away.

“Riya? Wake up honey,” he was waking me softly when I stirred from my stupor. I closed my eyes again, my heart blossoming with the boundless love I felt for him. He was beautiful. His dark eyes glowed in the lamplight under thick winged eyebrows. “Riya, wake up darling, what’s the matter? Ma said something was wrong with you?” He asked worriedly.

Ma had told him. I bit into my lip, then lifted myself into a sitting position while he knelt before me, his enquiring eyes still fixed on my face. I pulled him against my breasts holding him against my heart. I felt starved for his touch. I kissed his head, sobs tearing from my lungs.

“What’s wrong Riya?” He asked anxiously.

“I can’t live without you.” I choked.

“Oh! honey,” he exhaled resting his forehead in my cleavage. “I thought you didn’t want me anymore.” He said slowly.

Another sob tore through my chest.

He lifted his head to look at me again. “Ma said you weren’t well? What’s bursa escort bayan wrong? Are you alright?” His brows still gathered on his forehead.

“Yes.” I held his face between my palms.

“I missed you,” I said breathlessly.

His features mellowed.

“I missed you too.”

We stared at each other for an electrifying moment.

“Suckle my breasts,” I said with longing.

I slid the straps off my shoulders to bare my breasts to him. I cupped a breast lifting my nipple to his mouth.

“Will you, Rudra?” I asked, my voice laced with lust.

He looked at me, then pushed a hand behind my back, pulling my nipple roughly into his mouth. Every time he sucked pulling me to him, I felt my pussy flood. He bit into the soft flesh of my breast, etching his teeth all over them. Then he began to suck and bite on my raw nipple. I smiled down at his ministrations wondering how engorged he was with all this. My hand slipped into his hair holding him to my breast and he pulled and tugged at my inflamed breast. I kissed his head.

“I want you Rudra.” I salaciously whispered into his ear, my breath chafing against my lungs. Hearing that he pulled me into a rough kiss. His mouth dug into mine and began to suck on my tongue. He bit into my lower lip and tore my negligee into shreds.

“I don’t want you to ever say no to me again, you hear me,” he spewed in suppressed rage.

“I won’t.” And in that moment I felt fear depart from me forever.

He was back at my lips again. Chewing and sucking on them.

He loosened his tie with one hand and unbuttoned the top of his shirt. But then instead he went back and attacked my other breast. He pulled the nipple into his mouth and sucked hard on it until I whimpered.

“I’ll teach you never to say no to me again.” He fumed again then began to suck and bite and swallow my breast into his mouth.

A puddle had created beneath me. I wanted him to want me like this forever. Just the thought that he could live without me was unthinkable. I wanted him to ravage me for the rest of my life. To hell with what the rest of the world thought. I would give him what he wanted, if someone found it unpalatable, well then too bad.

“Take me,” my voice startled even me. It wasn’t a whisper anymore. “Take me now.” The moment I said it my eyes flicked towards the ajar door and I saw my mother standing in the doorway. Her hand clasping her throat.

I wasn’t scared of her anymore. I could scream now that I loved Rudra from rooftops. I could scream that I was his wife and the mother of his children and I did not care what my mother thought about it or did to me over it.

He pulled me beneath him then. He was lying naked over me.

“Open your legs.”

I acceded at once and felt his engorged cock encroach the empty space in my cunt. He placed one hand on the edge of the bed for support and began to bang me against it. He wasn’t in the mood to make love. He was ravaging my cunt, exactly the way I wanted him to.

“Harder Rudra,” I urged into his ear. “Fuck Me Hard.” “Ahhhhhhhhh,” I moaned louder than I ever had.

“You are mine.” He roared thrusting hard into me. “You hear that, you are mine. Say no to me again and I will kill you cunt.”

“Ahhhhhhhh,” I groaned with pain. He had never fucked me in anger. This was new for my body and I shattered into a tiny million pieces in his embrace.

“Punish me for not letting you touch me, ravage me, destroy me.” I cried giving into rage myself.

He pummeled into my pussy in fury, calling me his whore, his cunt, his baby breeding machine.

“Ahhhhh, ahhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” we moaned loudly giving into our orgasms. And even now minutes later I could still feel his penis twitching and jerking inside me. I was full of his cum. I lifted my legs around his waist, holding him harder against my boobs in my embrace, before slowly drifting into a stupor.

“I love you,” I whispered in his ear when I descended from my cloud.

“I love you too,” he said pecking me on my neck.

“Did you eat anything when you got home?” I asked him.

“Yes…you.” He replied.

I chuckled softly. “In addition to me?” I enquired.

“Nah, am not hungry.” He answered hoarsely.

“I didn’t ask you whether you were or not. You’re going to have dinner. You work all day. Don’t think I haven’t been noticing you. You’ve been nothing but a pain in the neck, skipping meals, coming home late and avoiding me like the bubonic plague.

“What did you expect then, that I would flourish and ripen under the circumstances?” He answered embittered.

“Wait here I’ll get something for you to eat.” I slipped underneath him and put on a robe to go down to the kitchen.

I was worried about ma seeing us. Worried, not scared. I knew she had seen us and I wanted to know how she was dealing with the shock. I didn’t want to involve Rudra, so I didn’t tell him I’d seen Ma in the hallway outside my door.

I climbed downstairs but didn’t find Ma in the kitchen so escort bursa I went into her room. I was surprised how fearless I felt.

“Ma,” I called when I saw her and she looked at me. “I love him, ma,” I said softly to bring her out of her shock.

“You call that love?” She snarled with abhorrence.

“Yes, ma I call that love?” I looked straight at her.

I felt my face sting when she slapped me right across the face.

“Get out of my house, you whore.” She said through gritted teeth. “You are no daughter of mine.”

“I’ll happily be a whore and worse, to be with him, mother. I love him and nothing in this world will change that. I will have him whichever way I can. I will have him at any cost mother.” I said going a little loony myself.

My mother gawked at me in shock at my brazen acceptance of the sexual nature of my relationship with my brother. “Then I’m going to leave this house. I will not be party to this sin.”

“You are not going anywhere, mother.” I fixed her with my stare. I knew this would not sit well with Rudra. Ma leaving us forever with no one to take care of her in her old age.

“And who’s going to stop me?” her brows gathered.

“If you leave, I will tell everyone that Rudra is the father of my children. Think what that will do to your family name ma.” I blackmailed her.

Her lips turned into a thin line while her dark eyes burned holes in my soul.

“You will not.” She tried to call my bluff.

“Indeed I will, do remember, I am a whore, mother.” I threw at her.

“I’ll kill myself than live in your presence.” She spat in fury.

I wasn’t expecting her to say that. Was it this big a deal for her. Was I really so screwed that I couldn’t understand how wrong what Rudra and I were doing was? But this was no time to delve into my own confusions. I couldn’t let mother leave. I loved her and I wanted her so much to accept us, except that I loved Rudra like a wife does a husband and not how a sister loves a brother. I was willing to do anything, so she would accept us.

“Do you really think mother, killing yourself would absolve our family name of my misdeed. It will last for generations and if you hurt Rudra in this manner, I promise I’ll do everything in my power to see that your family name never recovers from this blemish. The choice is yours.”

Ma flew into a rage over this and slapped me again calling me names.

“This will be our secret mother as long as you want it to. I promise no one will ever know it outside the three of us.” I looked at her through tears one last time then hurried into the kitchen, washed my face and took dinner upstairs, for Rudra.

“What took you so long? I was about to come down.”

Rudra had taken a shower and had changed into his night clothes.

“I was just talking to mother.” I gestured him to sit and handed him the plate.

“What’s wrong?”

“What do you mean?” I tried to sound clueless.

“Nothing, you just look strange.”

“Hmmm, eat your dinner, maybe with something in your belly, I’ll look better.” I tried to joke. I went into the nursery pretending to check on the babies. My nerves were in knots.

“Have you eaten something?” He asked from his room.

“Yes,” I answered back.

“You’ll sleep with me tonight,” he said. It wasn’t a request, it was a command.

“Yes, I will,” I answered but I couldn’t completely cherish the feeling, for only tomorrow would tell how my mother had taken all that had transpired today. Until then I would be on tenterhooks. I had made a dangerous move and if things headed south and mother did something stupid, my brother would never forgive me for it. I placed my head in my hands, exhaling hard. I closed my eyes and looked up praying for a miracle.

“What are you doing there? Come here.” Rudra called from his room.

“Nothing, I’m just checking on the babies. Yukti needs to be changed.” I replied.

“Come back then.” There was a pause. “I’ve missed you enough to last me two lifetimes.”

My lips twitched into a smile and I wished I could have enjoyed this moment the way I wanted to, but … I exhaled again.

Why did mother have to walk in on us? I cursed. I would’ve jumped into bed with Rudra and now I could not and all because of her. I felt angry and close on the heels I felt guilty and ashamed. I wish my happiness did not come at this price for my mother. But it wasn’t something I had chosen. It had chosen me.

“Riya?” He bellowed from the other room and just the sound of his voice melted my very bones.

“I’m coming.” I walked in to see him sitting on the edge of his bed watching me.

I looked away.

“What’s the matter?” He asked.

“Nothing.”

He pulled me to himself. “You’ve never lied to me in your entire life Riya. What are you hiding?” He asked suspiciously.

“You’re being silly. I’m not hiding,” I laughed trying to throw him off the scent.

He was silent for a bit, while he stared at the pattern in the carpet below. “Have you found someone?”

“What?”

“Have you started seeing someone?” He asked still not looking at me.

“Yes, I have. You fool. I’m seeing the father of my children, that is when he finds time from his busy schedule and his important clients.”

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Plumb little, 4’7″, 175lbs, Della Mae (Del) lay reclined on the large pillow on the left side of the king-size bed. She had the range of the whole bed but the left side was her side. The right side had been her husband’s, Bob, side. After his passing, a year earlier, she had slept on the right side for many months, but time had healed the wounds and life was going on without him. She returned to the left side of the bed.

Having become overly warm, she had tossed the bedding off of her to the left. By the illumination of the bedside lamp, the adult book she had been reading placed upside down on the table to hold her place, she could now study the dildo she was stroking in and out of her vagina with her left hand, as she fingered her clit with her right.

She was doing what any red blooded, American woman, who enjoyed sex, left alone would do in her place. She was widowed at the mid-life age of 53, and had had no inclination to find or be with another man. Still, she got horny. When pondering the subject, she would probably have admitted she got horny more often than most women her age. She felt no embarrassment doing what she was doing for the third time during the week, 6 days.

Then, there was her fifth child, Thomas. Having married early in life, she had had Mark, Beth, Karen and Robert in the first five years of marriage. She had wanted more but the years passed without a pregnancy, until, at 35, she had become pregnant with Thomas. He was now 19 years old, attending community college, with one more year to go for an associate degree. If he went off to college, she would be totally alone. She hated the thought.

She loved all her children but they had been married and moved away for many years now. Thomas was special to her and she treated him so – dotting on him constantly – touching him in a loving motherly way at every opportunity. He would be her last. The doctor had seen to that. Now, her husband gone, she became even more praising of Thomas’s smallest successes. She cooked, cleaned and made a fuss over him, now, as she had her husband.

Her breathing was heavy and her subdued moans continuous as she swirled her middle finger around the base of her clit, stroking the dildo quickly. Now uncovered, she could feel the coldness as the perspiration evaporated off of her naked body. Still, she could not get her mind to focus on any one fantasy, owing they were innocent in nature and few, long enough to bring her to orgasm.

Having to masturbate aside, her mind focused on her son’s problem. His words “mom, what is wrong with me?”, continued to surface foremost in her mind. Her finger slowly slowed, then, retreated as she pulled the dildo out of her. She put her vagina lubricated hand to her mouth in despair. She rolled from the bed, her small rotund body prodding across the bedroom to the bathroom. She sat down on the toilet to pee, deep in thought.

The night before, Thomas had come in around 10 o’clock, returning home from the movie date with Sharon, whom he had known since elementary school. She saw immediately that he was distraught and asked what the problem was.

“It’s personal, mom.” He had answered. “I can’t discuss such things with my mother.”

She had patted the sofa for him to set down next to her. He had reluctantly joined her on the sofa.

“You, my dear, can discuss anything with me. It doesn’t matter what the subject. I am here to help. Now tell Mama what you are so upset about.” She assured him and waited a long minute for him to decide to confide in her.

“It seems like every girl I get close to treats me like a priest. They confide in me, telling me all kinds of junk! Sharon is screwing her college professor. She gives me a blow-by-blow description, but she won’t let me screw her. I can give her ora… – sorry mom…

“It’s okay! Your mom is no saint… I know what you mean… go ahead continue.”

“I give her oral and she offers nothing in return. She is not the first girl to treat me like that. What is wrong with me, mom?”

“You are too nice for them, Thomas. You attract the bad girls because you are so nice and they can confide in you about the bad things they do. They trust you. Those girls are always attracted to the bad guys. You can’t take them seriously. One day you’ll find that sweet little girl who will love you for your goodness.” She explained to him all the while patting and rubbing him lovingly on the back, shoulders and thigh.

A week past without much happening. Then, Thomas told her he had a date with Sharon after dinner on Saturday. Del asked, indirectly, if he was going to give Sharon what she liked. He told her reluctantly he probably would and tried to explain, without being too specific, that it was the only chance he had to get near a real vagina.

“You know, if you withhold that little treat she might come around to at least letting you explore a little bit – with your hand.” She tactfully suggested. “One thing you might want to do is to prepare yourself so you won’t get so upset when you two are alone.”

“Prepare bursa escort myself? How do you mean?” Thomas asked.

“Well, before you shower – or during your shower – you relieve himself and then you will be better prepared to say no.”

“MOM! Isn’t it a little improper for us to be talking about masturbation.”

“Hey, young man, we all do it – either by ourselves or to one another. We are all adults here.”

“I’ll think about it, okay?”

Saturday rolled around. Del was preparing dinner and her son was taking a shower and getting dressed. She hoped he would follow her advice. He had forgotten the khaki pants she had pressed for him. With pants across her right arm, assisting her climb on the left rail, she hauled herself up the stairs to his room. She knocked twice lightly and turned the knob to open the door.

“MOM! You are suppose to knock!” He shouted.

“Sorry, pumpkin!” She stammered, pulling the door nearly shut, having glimpsed him sitting on the toilet seat, appearing like a gargoyle, feet extended back, torso leaning forward, jerking his cock, intending to ejaculate on the tile floor. “I didn’t mean to interrupt. Here are your pants. I will not look. They are right here on the bed.”

“You had a good idea, mom. But it is not working. I cannot get my mind right. I’ll just have to work something else out.” He said with frustration.

Del stopped midway back to the door. Guilt seized her, knowing she had interrupted her son masturbating. Having to stop in the middle was always frustrating and she did not want her son to experience such distress before a date – with wicked Sharon. She took a deep breath and steeled herself.

“No, no, no! Do not shut the door. Come out here.” She directed with a loving tone. “Come on! Don’t worry about being naked.” She continued more sternly, motioning him out with her right arm. Involuntarily, she glanced down at his ample, full erection. “Come lay down on the bed. I want to talk to you.”

“You do not have to…” Thomas tried to protest as he knee himself onto the bed and flopped to his back.

Sitting down on the bed on his left side, facing his feet, Del lovingly rubbed his chest a short minute, worked her way down, rubbing his belly briefly, patting it before reaching to take hold of his cock with a firm grasp. She started to stroke it slowly, ballooning the domed head.

“MOM! What are you doing?”

“Just close your eyes and relax, my sweet.” She cooed. “It will be easy now. Someone else – your mom – stroking you penis is erotic enough to get you off. Is it good like this?”

“Yes. Whoooooo! Yes. That feels wonderful. It is erotic, isn’t it?”

Del saw her son’s eyes loosely closed. As she stroked his cock slowly, she studied the young man’s body, thinking of him as a detached male. Doing so re leaved her of any embarrassment or guilt for doing what she was doing. It was in his best interest, was it not? She tightened her grip and increased the rhythm slightly, causing him to moan more frequently, causing his midsection to thrust upward in rhythm with her stroking.

“You have seen Sharon’s pussy. Can you see it now?”

“Yes, I suppose, it’s always in the dark”

“Describe it for me.”

“It is waxed clean. A very neat looking pussy. Just a crack with practically no lips to speak of. It smells soapy with a musky odor. I have pulled open her crack to see her clit. It’s a small little nipple that’s nearly all pink.” He described.

“Did you spread it wide enough to see her treasure hole?”

“Once. But she shooed me away the other times. It’s red and angry looking but it looks very tight.”

“I bet this cock of yours would feel good inside of that tight little treasure hole. Can you feel it?”

“Yes, yes, yes! Ohhhh Fuck!”

“Tell me when you are going to come, Thomas. Be sure to tell me.” She commanded.

She knew it was wrong, pushing the envelope, but she could not help herself. She had become aroused. She maneuvered to repositioned herself without ceasing her stroke, taking the domed head and about an inch more into her mouth. She heard her son’s breath catch as he inhaled deeply. She felt his midsection thrust up hard and repeatedly, knowing in his mind he was fucking Sharon’s pussy – or maybe – his mother’s mouth. Her mouth created a substantial suction.

“I’m coming, mom. Move your head! NOW!” He shouted as the orgasm struck. His cock erupted, catching the side of her nose and left cheek as she lifted her head from him. His jism shot 4″. Her hand continued her tight grasp, yanking it firmly, draining every last drop, watching it cover the domed head and flow down his shaft.

“There you go! Mission accomplished. Your prepared now. You best get a move on. Supper will be ready in a few.” She said it all with an attitude of; “much ado about nothing”. She stood and walked to the door, not looking back, closing the door behind her, intending to wash her hands downstairs in the kitchen.

Thomas remained on the bed many long minutes trying to wrap his mind bursa escort bayan around what had just happened. Never in his wildest imagination would he have believed something so unbelievable could have happened. Incest, taboo, illicit, erotic, were words that came to his mind. But the word “erotic” was the one his mind focused on; erotic, eroticism, erotica, all swirled in his mind. His mother masturbating him was indeed erotic. Still, she had done it as if it was the natural thing to do.

He had never viewed his mother as a sexual being. She was short, plump and always dressed very conservatively, rarely wearing more than powdered makeup on her face. He had never related having children to enjoying sex, but she knew about masturbation and considered it a natural thing to do. She, surely, must do it too. Now, in his mind, in his opinion, his mother must be miserable without his father, not having a man to screw her. He, himself, wanted a girl, a woman, to screw him so he would not have to masturbate.

Remembering dinner and his date, he jumped from the bed and into the shower. After dressing, he rushed down the steps, the short hall, to the kitchen. His mother had apparently heard him coming and there was a plate of food on the table, steaming. Without making eye contact with her, he sat down and began to down the food, occasionally stopping to take a drink of iced tea.

“I’m sorry you’re running a little late but I bet you feel much better.” She said standing at his back and rubbing his shoulders. He did not answer her. She returned to the sink.

“Thank you, mom.” He said, again avoiding eye contact and rushing back upstairs to brush his teeth. She was waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs and he had little choice except to look at her, showing a weak smile.

“Now you remember what I told you! You don’t give this wicked little bitch any satisfaction unless she agreed to allow you a little something in return. Start small and bargain with her. She will come around.”

Thomas received his customary kiss on the forehead, scooting around his mother to disappear out the door. He was 10 minutes late.

***

He had hoped, but he was not surprised to find his mother still watching TV at mid-night in the dark. He always felt childish whenever she waited up for him, but tonight was different. He was on cloud nine and now he could not wait to tell her how his date had went.

When she patted the sofa for him to sit next to her he literally jumped over the coffee table to join her, dropping heavily on the thickly padded sofa.

“By the way you are acting I think things went well?” She quizzed, after a squeeze hello.

“Ohhh, mom!” He began. “She wanted to go straight to our parking spot. She was real horny tonight and was stripping her panties off as I backed into the bushes. Showed me her ass big-time as she climbed over the seat to the backseat. She told me to hurry up and I remembered what you said. I just sat there looking at her until she asked me what I was doing. I told her I was tired of giving her such a special thing as oral stimulation and getting nothing in return. She was hot – I mean upset, mom! Asked me, what the hell I was up to.”

Del could not help smiling at her son’s enthusiasm and had to place her hand on his thigh to suppress his bobbing up and down. In doing so, she noticed the bulge at his crotch.

He continued, “she told me there was no way in hell she was going to let me fuck her. I told her that was not what I wanted. I told her I wanted us to kiss, cuddle and to allow me to feel her up. She sat there looking at me like I was crazy, but she soon agreed, mom. She agreed!

“See! Little steps. A beginning.” She praised.

“Ahhh! It gets better, mom. Remember, she had already taken her panties off. We went to smooching and kissing. She soon stuck her tongue in my mouth, mom. I got my hand up under her shirt and went to squeezing a tit. I pinched the nipple and I thought she was going to stick her tongue down my throat. Somehow, I soon had her laying on the backseat and I saw the opportunity… and I took it. I grabbed that pussy and poked my finger (showing his mom the very finger) into her pussy before she could do anything to stop me. She struggled but I took control, mom. I kissed her hard and held her body in place.”

Del was instantly concerned. Her son had forced himself on his date and she was a wicked little bitch that could get him into serious trouble. She continued to listen though her concern was showing on her face.

“I fingered her until she stopped struggling. She got into it, mom. I had her squirming all over that backseat, moaning like crazy. She came. She came big time! But soon she begged me to eat her… to eat her pussy. I did like you told me and not push the envelope. So, I stopped fingering her and gave her oral. I had never seen her turned on like that. She told me to lay on my back and she got up over my head and put that pussy right in my face. She screamed bloody murder when she came. Are you proud escort bursa of me!”

“I am, baby! I am very proud of my boy!”

In his glee, he moved to hug his mother tightly, surprising her, but she returned his hug just as tightly and jubilantly.

Thomas, as though it was a secret, whispered into his mother’s left ear, “Sharon jerked me off, mom. I tried to get on top of her but she was shouting and fighting. She scared me a bit, but she said she wanted to jerk me off and watch me come. She went right for it, mom. Unzipped by pants and took it out… it was good. See the stain right there?”

Del’s renewed anxiety evaporated as fast as it had appeared. About the time she became aware that the length of their embrace was becoming awkward, her son’s weight was forcing her to reclined backward. Her head landed on one of the corner pillows. She did not feel confined or overly concerned. Again, he whispered into her ear.

“Mom, on the ride home after dropping Sharon off I was thinking. You said that everyone masturbates or a person does it to another. I really enjoyed what you did and I want to repay you in kind.”

“Thomas! That is unnecessary…really it’s…”

Del felt her son’s hand on her knee – felt it slide up under her gown and up the inside of her right thigh. Her left hand reached to stop his assent, but she did not apply the resistance needed to stop it’s creep. Her anxieties spiked when the length of his forefinger pressed against her panted crotch. She could hear his elevated breathing against her neck. Her confined right hand pressed against his chest in an effort to push him away. His weight was mostly on her right leg and arm, still, she did not feel confined or uncomfortable. She, almost unconsciously, shifted her left leg out, in effect, giving him better access to her vagina. Her mind swirled trying to find a reason, an argument, to stop him, to get him off of her, but, she could came up with nothing. Could she possibly desire this?

Thomas, meeting no resistance either physically or verbally, continued in his quest to give his mother the pleasure he had given Sharon with his finger. He rubbed his forefinger against her panties, pushing the material between her large labia crack.

With eyes closed, Del lost all will to stop her son’s incestuous transgression. How could she explain to him that what he was doing was taboo. Had she not transgressed first? She mustered all of her will to push the pleasurable feeling away and attempt some reason.

“Thomas, what I did before…stroking your penis…it was wrong and I should not have done it. What you are doing… aagggg, lord…what you are doing… feels good…but it’s… lordyyy…”

His finger was now pushing the material into her hole, causing her mind to jump track and stop her words mid-sentence. She felt her body trembling. She wanted more. She now wanted his finger inside of her. Her left hand moved off his – her fingers slipped under the elastic of her panties. As she pulled, as his finger retreated – she pulled the material clear – all four fingers returned to stroke her vagina. Her breath caught and she moaned lightly.

“Your vagina feels more substantial than Sharon’s.”

“Does it? Which do you like?”

“I like your pussy better. Yours will always be better.”

Thomas extended his middle finger, and unlike what he had done would Sharon, he eased his finger into his mother’s hole. He pushed deep.

“You’re so wet.” He whispered.

“I’ve always been like that. I could feel myself getting wet when you were telling me about you and Sharon.”

“Wetness means arousal, right? So, just… just talking got you aroused?”

“Yes, I suppose it did.”

Thomas had begun to stroke his finger into his mother. The whole affair could be compared to fingering a marshmallow. The short, rotund woman’s body was amply plump, her mound puffy, her pussy lips inflated. Her breasts, belly, ass and thighs begged to be squeezed and kneaded like dough.

To Thomas, his mother’s pussy did not feel as tight as Sharon’s. He had to keep continuous pressure in an effort to push and keep his finger deep. Exploring her depths with his middle finger, he found her inner-vaginal walls much less firmer than Sharon’s. None of this related to negativity – far from it!

Del, her left hand no longer needed to resist, moved to search for and unzip his khaki pants. She struggled to put his cock clear of his briefs. Succeeding, she gripped his cock firmly, noting that her tight grip barely dented his shaft.

“Do you want Mama to be her first pussy – your first fuck?” She inquired with a loving tone.

“You would do that, mom, for me?”

She was hard pressed not to just agree with him, but it would not be true. She needed him to understand that she expected a happy ending for both of them.

“Sugar, I would be proud to be your first pussy, but I’m not doing it just for you, Mama needs a man too. It’s been so long! You need to understand…”

“I do mom. I understand everyone needs sex.”

Thomas pulled his finger out of his mother and began to maneuver between her legs, lifting them, pushing her knees back against her ample breasts. Del struggled to clear her nightgown. She then reached to acquire her son’s cock.

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Hi, my name is Jamie and this is the story of how I started having sex with my best friend’s older brother.

It was the middle of summer and I was at home and really bored. I decided to take a walk and after I had walked for a bit I decided to walk to my best friend Gail’s house. It’s really a long walk, usually I would ride my bike there. By the time I was halfway there I was really hot and sweaty and I was regretting the fact that I had decided to walk to Gail’s, but I was already halfway there so there wasn’t any sense in turning back. When I turned into Gail’s street I saw her brother Jason shooting hoops in their driveway. Gail had been my best friend since elementary school and I’d had a crush on Jason for about as long. But lately things had changed. I was getting a “funny feeling” whenever I was around Jason. I was pretty inexperienced, I had kissed a few boys but I’d never been really aroused, so I wasn’t sure how to identify the “funny feeling” that Jason made me feel.

I didn’t get to see that much of Jason. He and Gail didn’t get along all that well, just your typical sibling rivalry, but that meant that Gail avoided him most of the time, so if I was with her then I was avoiding him too. But whenever I had fantasies about kissing, or making out or sex they usually centered around Jason. As I walked up the street towards their house I was really enjoying the opportunity of watching Jason running up and down the driveway. He was tall with dark brown hair that was a little curly. He had dark blue eyes and a fabulous smile. He was really into playing sports, although he wasn’t a jock, and he had a great body, strong, not too muscular and well proportioned. Watching him playing basketball was taking my mind off the heat of the day but it was creating another kind of heat inside of me.

I reached the end of the driveway and Jason stopped shooting hoops and walked to meet me.

“Hey, Jamie, what’s up?” he asked.

“I just came to visit Gail,” I said.

“She isn’t here. She and Mom went to Dayton to see a doctor and then they’re going shopping afterwards. They won’t be home until really late.” he explained.

“Oh no! I thought that was next week,” I moaned. I was so hot! The sun was pounding on my head and I felt dead tired. “Can I come in and get something to drink? I’m so hot, I don’t know if I can make it back home.”

“Sure,” Jason smiled at me. “It is really hot, I was about to go in myself.”

I followed him in the house and to the kitchen. The air-conditioning was on but it seemed to do nothing but emphasize how hot I felt. I watched Jason moving around the kitchen preparing a couple of glasses of lemonade. All I could think about was how good looking he was. He noticed me looking at him. When he brought the lemonade to the table he didn’t sit down immediately. First he took off his t-shirt and threw it over the back of his chair. It was damp with sweat and he had to be really hot, but he gave me this look after he took it off that gave me the distinct impression that he took it off mainly to see what kind of reaction he would get out of me. Was he trying to flirt with me?

I started drinking my lemonade and Jason began asking me about how my summer was going. I couldn’t pay a lot of attention to what he was saying. Whenever I met his eyes I found that he was staring deep into my eyes. He seemed to be trying to tell me something with his eyes that had nothing to do with the conversation. It made me feel too embarassed and flustered to meet his eyes for long. My eyes would drop to his smooth tanned chest and that made me feel embarassed and flustered too. The “funny feeling” that I always associated with Jason was taking over my whole body. I was still very hot but I was no longer tired. My heart was racing and I felt as if I might start bouncing in my seat at any moment.

Suddenly I felt a trickle of wetness escape my pussy. I was so shocked! I knew what it was but I had never experienced it before. I sat bolt upright and made a comment about how hot I still was. I grabbed the front of my t-shirt and started to swish it back and forth to create a breeze. I wanted Jason! My mind was reeling! The feelings that I had always been associating with “crush” and “puppylove” were really desire. I wanted to have sex with him! I looked at him as I swished my t-shirt and felt the feelings grow in strength bursa escort now that I had correctly identified them.

Jason was still looking into my eyes in that meaningful way, “Hey, I’m still really hot too. Why don’t we go for a swim?”

I looked out the window at the swimming pool glittering in the sun in the backyard. It looked wonderful…so cool…and to be swimming around with Jason… “It sounds great, but I don’t have a suit,” I said with obvious disappointment.

“Well, you can borrow one of Gail’s suits,” he suggested.

“I don’t know, Gail is so much shorter than I am. It probably wouldn’t fit,” I said.

“She has a bikini, height shouldn’t have anything to do with that,” he said, happy that he had found a solution.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” I said and followed him upstairs to Gail’s room. He sat on the bed and I looked through Gail’s drawers for her swimsuits. I found them and there were two bikinis. One was very structured and probably wouldn’t fit, but the other looked like it would. “Allright, I think this will work,” I said and Jason went to his room to change.

I took off my clothes and looked at myself in Gail’s mirror. I was pretty but certainly not beautiful. My light brown hair fell a couple of inches below my shoulders and my eyes are a light hazel. My breasts were still developing, but they were on the large size for girls my age and they are a very nice shape with pink nipples. I still had the thin teenage body, my hips were beginning to widen but they weren’t very wide, and my waist was narrow. My pussy was covered with a soft black bush, not too thin and not too thick, just right. I looked at myself and wondered what Jason would think of me if he saw me like this. Would he like my body? Would he want to have sex with me?

I was shocked by me own thoughts and I hurried to put on the bikini. It was red and definitely on the small side. I can remember when Gail bought it she showed it to me. We talked about how sexy it was and Gail said that she would probably never were, it was just too revealing. It had a clasp around the back instead of tying, so I couldn’t adjust it to make it much bigger. It was a tight, but my breasts didn’t hang out from the bottom. That was the only place where they didn’t hang out. The small red triangles of material didn’t cover much more than my nipples and my breasts were spilling out on both sides. But it seemed pretty secure. The bottoms were better since my hips were still on the narrow side. But they hadn’t been made to cover much and they didn’t.

I couldn’t believe that I was wearing the bikini at all. I was pretty conservative in my dress and I had always worn one-piece suits. And here I was wearing a bikini that was almost indecent and going swimming alone with a guy? I looked at the bikini worriedly. What was I doing? I had to admit that I was trying to attract Jason. I wanted him to look at my body. I wanted him to like my body. I wanted him to kiss me and touch my body. And besides really… I’d be in the water and he wouldn’t be able to see much of me anyway…

Jason’s knock on the door startled me out of my rationalization. I realized that he must have been waiting for me and gotten impatient. I quickly went to open the door and stood facing him. I felt his eyes scanning my body and blushed. “It’s…it’s a little small…” I stammered.

“No, no,” he said, his eyes roaming. “You look great, really great.”

His prolonged perusal was making my pussy tingle and I could feel my nipples starting to harden. He stared at my titties for a moment, probably watching my nipples poking through the thin material and then he turned quickly and led the way downstairs. I followed, watching his firm butt covered in blue swimming trunks. He walked straight outside and jumped into the pool. Normally I take a long time to get in the water, gradually getting used to the change in temperature. But this time I couldn’t wait. I wanted to be in the water with Jason, feeling the water caress me all over. I jumped in.

We swam around on our own for awhile, occasionally making comments about how nice the water felt. And we were both taking every opportunity to catch glimpses of each other as our bodies rose above the water. The top of the bikini was starting to feel uncomfortable and I swam to the shallow end of the pool, stood up, and pulled the bursa escort bayan strap that was going under my breasts aside a little to take a look at my skin. The suit was leaving a deep red groove on my skin. Jason noticed me and called to ask what was wrong. I explained that the top really was too small.

“Why don’t you just take it off?” Jason suggested. He started swimming towards me.

“What?” I asked in shock. “I can’t take it off! I guess I’ll have to get out.”

“No, its too nice out here,” Jason argued. “If you stay underwater it won’t make any difference if you don’t have a top on. When we decide to get out I’ll turn my head and you can wrap a towel around yourself.”

The thought of swimming around topless sounded really nice, and I really did not want to get out. So I swam back to the deep part and took the bikini top off. It only took me a few seconds to realize that unless I stayed stationary in the water my breasts were going to be exposed at least occasionally. I started swimming around anyway. I didn’t care if Jason caught a few glimpses of my breasts. In fact the thought was making me hot and I wanted to give him the opportunity. And the water felt so nice against my bare breasts. I swam and swam just to feel the sensation of the water caressing my sensitive skin.

Jason noticed my new delight in swimming and commented on it. “It does feel great to swim without a suit. It’s a whole different experience. Actually… would you mind if I took off my trunks?”

The thought of Jason swimming around nude, of my getting a chance to see his cock and his ass made me breathless. “No, I don’t mind,” I managed to answer, trying to be as casual about it as possible.

“Thanks,” he said. “And it won’t bother me if you take your bottoms off. You should really try it.”

“Well, I guess I might not have the opportunity again anytime soon,” I said and we both took off our bottoms and tossed them out of the pool. We started swimming around and it felt great. The water rushed against my breasts and pussy as I swam. I kept catching the sight of Jason’s ass rising out of the water as he dove down below the surface and it turned me on the think that he was seeing me as well.

I was swimming underwater when I felt a hand grab my calf momentarily and then let go. I surfaced and turned to ask Jason what he was doing.

“What am I doing?” he laughed. “You have to stop swimming underwater with your eyes closed. You almost ran into me, next time you’ll run into a wall!”

“The water bothers my eyes,” I said, playing at being angry. “You must have been the one about to run into me. When I started swimming you were nowhere around.”

He pretended like he was going to lunge at me in retribution and I splashed him to ward him off. That started the typical splashing-dunking water play that we usually had when he and I were swimming with Gail. But of course this time it was different. It started off innocently enough, or as innocent as two naked teenagers could get, but soon hands that had just been grabbing and dunking were lingering to caress and were reaching for sensitive areas of the body. Our bodies were sliding against each other and our legs were entangling for breathless seconds and then releasing. We were still keeping the spirit of play in our game, our encounters lasted brief seconds before the person who was “caught” broke away and swam away to plan an attack. Finally, Jason caught me and his fingers briefly caressed my pussy before I pushed away. The feel of his fingers on my pussy was amazing. It felt so good I couldn’t believe it. I wanted to feel it again and again and I cursed myself for automatically escaping his grasp. I knew that the next time I wouldn’t try to escape.

I turned to prepare my attack. I thought about trying to touch Jason’s cock, but I was afraid that I wouldn’t know what to do if he didn’t pull away from my touch. I swam after him and when I caught him from behind I pushed him down with one hand on the shoulder while with the other hand I caressed his ass. He broke away and swam a few feet away and I started half-heartedly swimming away from him. When he caught me he didn’t try to dunk me. Instead he wrapped an arm beneath my breasts and pulled me back against him. His other hand went to my pussy and his fingers delved into my pussy lips and he started stroking my pussy.

I escort bursa went limp against him, moaning, all of my attention was focused on the amazing feelings that he was creating within me. I never wanted it to stop. Before I knew it he had swum us over to the stairs and was standing up.

“What…? Oh god don’t stop. Please don’t stop. I don’t want you to stop…” I was almost crying in my need for him to continue.

“Shhh…” He leaned foward and kissed me. He just meant it to be a short reassuring kiss but it deepened and went on for a long time. The wonderful feelings he was creating with his tongue echoed in my pussy. He finally pulled away from the kiss. Before he had been mostly under control but now he seemed to be as wild with desire as I was. “I’m just getting us out of the water.” We climbed the stairs out of the pool and he looked around. There were a couple of chaise lounges but they didn’t look very sturdy. He grabbed a beach towel and spread it on the grass and lay me down on it.

He lay down next to me and started kissing me again, his body pressed against mine and his hand massaging my breasts and pinching my nipples. He kissed and licked down to my breasts and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, tonguing it, sucking it, nibbling it while his other hand spread my thighs and began to play with my pussy. His fingers spread my pussy lips open and then played up and down, caressing every bit of my pussy. I cried out in pleasure as his finger circled the rim of my hole and dipped inside. His thumb moved to my clit and began to stroke it hard and I had my first orgasm. I cried out and stared up at the blue sky as the most powerful feelings that I had ever felt pulsated from my pussy and rocked my entire body. And it wasn’t over. Jason moved down and began to lick and suck the lips of my pussy. I cried out and thrust my hips, pushing my cunt into his mouth. I was so overwhelmed with feeling, I felt like it was never going to end, that I was going to live in this new world of ecstacy forever. Jason’s tongue circled my clit and then he began to stroke it with his tongue, alternating that with nipping and sucking. I had another orgasm and Jason moved down and began to lap up the juices that were pouring from my pussy. He licked and sucked up all of my cum and then pushed his tongue into my virgin hole, fucking it slowly and gently with long deep strokes of his tongue. His tongue trailed back up to my clit and he slowly pushed his finger into my hole. He sucked and licked my clit and his finger pushed in and out of my hole faster and faster. I could feel the walls of my pussy clamping down on his finger, I moaned and writhed on my towel in the grass and had at least two more orgasms.

Finally Jason moved up and lay on top of me. He pushed the hair away from my face and kissed me. I tasted the sweet musky taste of my cum on his tongue. I kissed him and held him close, I wanted to pull him down into my body and never let him go. His hands moved down and caressed my thighs, spreading them apart further and then I felt his cock pressing against the opening of my pussy. I lay still and concentrated on his every movement as he slowly pushed his thick cock into my virgin pussy. He went slowly and even though I was gushing wet it was still painful. He rained kissed on my face and kept pressing slowly in until he was completely in. We lay still and I drew in deep raged breaths as I struggled to become accustomed to the feel and size of his cock within me. Slowly I felt the change in my pussy. The tension drained out of it and I could feel my pussy walls molding themselves around his cock instead of fighting against him. I moved a little experimentally and moaned with pleasure. He was so big, filling me completely and he started to move in and out slowly. His stroked grew faster and faster and I could feel the entire length of him against the walls of my pussy moving in and out. It wasn’t long before I had another orgasm, my legs wrapped around him, a hand in his hair and a hand tearing at the grass next to me. I felt his cock jerk inside of me and he pulled it out and white cum began to spurt out onto my stomach. I watched amazed, dazed as ribbon after ribbon of sticky white cum flew from his cock and landed on my stomach and breasts. When he was finished I pulled him down on me and lay trying to collect myself, trying to find my way back to reality, the person that I had been three hours ago seemed to be a dream. I had experienced something amazing, something that I would never have dreamed existed. I would never be able to go back again.

To Be Continued…

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