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Finding Love At Home Ch. 1

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Brunette

Nothing ever happens around here or so I thought. Till one day there was a hunt for two guys that robbed a bank across the river. There boat was found on our side for the river turned over and empty. The authorities think that on the way across the river the two men got into a fight and some how killed or hurt one another to the point that neither could swim to shore. Well they were guessing right about that. Both men did die and fall from the boat. I know because I saw them kill one another. The river at this point up stream from the bay is very swift running at low tide. So I guess both bodies were washed out into the bay where I am sure they were quickly consumed but crabs and other bottom feeders.

Our little town has just about wasted away since the larger docks and fishery have been built farther up the bay. Long ago even before I was born our docks burned and many boats were destroyed. This area just never recovered. Now all we have are a few dozen private boats and tourist tour boats that run up the river and bay. Not much to keep the younger people in town and not much to do for those of us that did.

After school I wanted to go to college but my Dad got very sick and Mom asked me to say and help. I got a job at the local new paper working just a few days a week drawing cartoons about what ever the editor Mr. Rogers wanted to have some fun with. The locals started to get a kick out of the cartoons and Mr. Rogers editorials. So I got more work and pay. Even after Dad died I stayed on at the paper working and living at home.

Mom and I get along well enough. She has a small dress shop down by the docks on Front Street and the paper is just a few blocks along towards that end of town. So in the morning we would walk together from home to work. My Mom is a lovely lady of only forty-six. She is nearly ten years younger than Dad was. We started doing things together and going out together even if it was only to drive over the Bay City to go shopping.

We grew ever closer and then one day we were in the kitchen together fixing breakfast. It was a Sunday and we were not going to work so we were dressed in our night shirts. My night wear consisted of a Long T-shirt and jockey shorts. Mom’s was dressed in a silk night gown that was sheer and easy to see through. So up until that one moment we had never given much thought to what or how we felt about one another. She was Mom and I was her son period.

Mom was standing near the stove and I was getting water for the coffee maker from the sink. She turned toward the refrigerator and I turned toward the counter where the coffee maker was sitting. We came face to face and the coffee pot fell out of my hand.

I quickly bent to grab it before it hit the floor. Mom did the same thing. Together we managed to slow the fall of the glass pot so it did not brake but in the process we banged our heads together so hard Mom fell flat on her back. Her night gown was pulled well above her hips also some how my shorts were pulled down to my knees.

I was knocked back and landed on my knees. I started to get up but I lost my balance and went head first right between my Mother’s legs. I managed to put one hand out to brake my fall. Two of my fingers ended up in Mom’s pussy followed by my mouth. I was dazed and yet I knew just what I was doing and where my mouth was.

I should have jumped up, pulled away and apologized for my clumsiness. But I did not do that at all. What I did to was to place my mouth tight to her pussy and started licking her clitoris. I have had a few girl friends and I am not a stupid kids that has not been around I knew just want I was doing. It had happened in one split second and since it was not planed I had to guess what I was doing was because I somehow had wanted it to happen. As I have heard things happen for a reason.

I knew Mom was not knocked out but she was just stunned as her eyes were open. I was not too worried about her health. I did notice a small gasp as I lick my tongue over her clitoris. I wiggled a finger that was deep on her as I licked her again. This time she gave out a moan and her body seemed to shutter. I wiggled both fingers that were in her pussy and rubbed my tongue harder across her clitoris. She moaned and she involuntarily took my head in her hands. She pulled her legs up and held them wide apart giving me more room to work my magic. I sucked hard on the fatty mound and she yelled “Oh, My God Dwight. Oh, my God. “I somehow got the feeling she was really enjoying this so I wiggled my head back and forth so my tongue rubbed rapidly across her clitoris. Mom cried out and grabbed my hair pulling my mouth tight to her wet pussy as she gave up a climax. I felt sure this was one that had been long suppressed and one she needed to have for a long time.

It was several minutes after her wonderful climax that we just laid there my mouth still pressed to her. I felt her relax as her legs went limp as she let them return to the floor. I pulled fikirtepe escort my mouth from her sweet juicy pussy and lifted my head to see Mom looking down at the top of my head.

I rose up and moved up so I was laying along side her. She turned her head to look at me and I leaned down and kissed her on the mouth. My mouth was wet with her juices and she did not seem to mind. I touched her lips with my tongue and she opened her mouth to let me dart my tongue into her mouth. My hand came up to fine a nipple that was stiff and a breasts that was full and firm. I twisted the nipple between my fingers and pulled on it at the same time.

She winced at the pain of my fingers pulling her nipple hard. Yet I also felt her give off a shutter that told me she was not unhappy with my torture of her nipple. I really don’t have any idea why I was doing such a thing I am not one that is into pain or hurting another person for any reason sexual or other wise. But I did get the feeling she liked it and wanted more of it. Pain can be as stimulating as any other kind of attention. Or so I once read about kids that want attention even if the get spanked for the reactions.

My mom was reacting to my hurting her as if she wanted more attention so I gave her more pain as I bit her lip so hard I almost drew blood. She wiggled and wrapped her arms around me. She kissed me hard and reached down to find my cock was erect and hard as it had ever been. Her grip was like a vise she jerked hard and pulled the foreskin well back I thought it was going to tear. But the feel of her hand on me was electrifying. My cock throbbed and jerk I thought I was going to cum in her hand.

I quickly rolled over on my back and took Mom’s head in my hands. I said “Your turn.” and pushed her head down as I moved myself up. Mom did not resist but got the idea and move to help get in position. She never looked back at me or gave any sign that she did not want to do that which I was asking her to do. All I saw was the back of her head a thick mass of dark hair. What I felt was her mouth engulf my cock head then more of my cock. She moved her mouth down over my cock taking most of it deep in her mouth. My mother was willingly sucking my cock and doing one hell of a job of it. Her mouth was like fire it burned me up on the inside as my emotions raged. The feel of her mouth on my cock was beyond anything I could have ever imaged oral sex could have been between mother and son. Her mouth was warm, soft and feeling wonderful. I cried out “Oh shit Mom I am going to cum.” She only took more of my cock into her mouth as the first spurt of cum left my cock. I came for want seemed to me the longest climax I had ever had. She managed to suck every drop and lick my cock clean before she let it slip from her mouth. After a few minutes I stood and helped my mother to her feet. I took her in my arms and we kissed as lovers. I cupped a cheek of her ass and felt her tits but never took my lips from hers.

I managed to get her back up to her bedroom and laid her on the bed. There I removed my t-shirt and I pulled her night gown off over her head. I lay down and took her naked body in my arms. One nudge and she rolled over on top of me. Her tits were crushed to my chest. Her pelvis was grinding into my own. My cock was once more hard and sticking up between her legs. She sat up with her knees on either side of my hips. She lifted her body up and with a hand she guided my erection to the opening of her sweet juicy cunt. She lowered her self down over my cock.

My cock disappeared into her pussy and she let her head fall forward till her chin was touching her chest. Her eyes were closed and she was rhythmically rocking her hips to music only she could hear. I picked up on the beat and lifted my hips in time with her motions. I felt my cock flit back and forth in her pussy. I was fucking my mother, “My God I was fucking my mother.” and she was welcoming me into her pussy as she had over twenty years ago welcomed me into this world. She rocked and I bounced my hips and we connected on a Plato high above anything either of us had ever reached before. When she climaxed I climaxed and we screamed together in unison.

I was a man gone completely crazy, I was going fucking nuts; my cock never went soft even after that second climax. I reached up and pulled her down to me kissing her hard again and again. I rolled her over on her back and forced my cock back into her. I fucked her to another climax and when I was done I rolled off and again pushed her head down into my lap for her to suck our joined juices from m swollen cock.

I did not climax but instead I jerked her by the hair and pulled her mouth back up to my own. We kissed and we tasted the cum from our efforts. Again I took a nipple in my fingers and twisted it till she winced and tried to pull back. I let her pull free of my grasp but in doing so I flipped her over on her stomach. I put a hand in the small gebze escort of her back and held her to the bed and smacked her on the butt as hard as I could. My hand stung so I knew her ass did too. She did not try to move away she only gave me a sound of air being forced from her lungs. I again laid hand to her back side. Again she wiggled and squirmed under my spanking.

I smacked her several times before I wet a finger in her pussy and spreading the cheeks of her fine plump ass wide I inserted that wet finger into her ass. She cried out “Dwight; Dwight Darling, fuck Momma’s ass. Dwight Fuck my ass put your wonderful cock in my ass Baby.” Mother was as fucking crazy as I was. She was screaming at me and I was willing to do anything for her at that moment.

She got up on all fours and I get behind her. Taking her by the hips plunged forward but my cock found her juice pussy. I pulled back and she reached under her taking my cock I her hand she guided it to her tiny ass hole. She said “Easy Baby, take it very easy, don’t force it?” So I did as she asked. She guided the head to her tight little passage of love and I pushed forward very easy and slow. First the head would only flatten out on the tight little hole. But then I felt her relax. The head slipped into her ass easy as a foot into an old shoe. Slowly I worked my cock into her tight ass until I was well into her. She gave out a little moan and shook her ass while pushing back into me.

My cock was drilled into her to the core, to the hilt right up to my balls. Mom reached back to run her fingers around my cock shaft. She was using her fingers tips as her eyes. Her fingers ran around my cock and her ass. When I would pull back she let her fingers play along the under side of my cock. I was so fucking excited when I looked down and saw my cock surrounded by her tiny ass. I exploded and shot off in her. My cock jerked and filled her ass with a load that was even larger than the one she had sucked from me earlier. Mom fell forward and quivered as my cock pulled from her ass.

I got up and went to my room. I showered rested and it was well after noon when I returned to the kitchen. Mom was sitting out on the back screen porch. When she heard me she called there is hot coffee I the pot. Cup in hand I came out and sat down in a wicker chair opposite her. She was smiling and I was too we were like a couple of kids with a new toy.

I said “Well that was a great way to start the day.” Mom smiled and said. “Dwight I never thought I could have done such a thing with my own son. But I must admit I liked it.”

“Mom what happened was something I had never thought of till that second when I came in contact with you. It as if I were given a chance to give you some thrill or maybe some little bit of joy that I would never have another wise. So I did what I did, I was so happy you accepted my advances.” I told her. She told me she missed sex but had not known it till I touched her with my tongue. We laughed and joked about what we had done. I got up leaned over and kissed her on the mouth. She kissed me back. Late that evening we walked down town to her shop. Then out to the edge of town.

Just passed the news paper building there is a little town park. It is petty run down now and not many people use it but that is where I was the afternoon of the robbery. I had heard the voices from down on the rivers edge. When I looked down I saw the two men in the boat. One had a gun in his hand and the other had a knife. The man with the knife moved like lighting plunging the knife into the man just as he fired the gun. Both men fell into the river and were gone out of sight in seconds.

The bank is very steep there but I got down in record time. I found a leather briefcase in the boat. Since both bodies were gone I just opened the case. It was full of money and gold bonds. I was stunned and thrilled at the same time. Without thinking of what may happen if some one saw me I took the case and kicked the boat back out into the current of the river. How the boat got turned over when it was found later I have no idea. I took the briefcase and hide it under some rocks way back at the far end of the little park. That was over a week ago.

So when Mom and I walked hand in hand laughing and smiling as we did. I slowly made our way to the very back edge of the park. There was no one around when I took Mom in my arms and kissed her. At first she tried to pull away saying someone will see. But then she got the same feeling of excitement I had. Doing something so dangerous in public was stimulating. I asked her if her panties were wet she answered that they were. I told her the next time we come out here I wanted her to wear a long skirt and no panties so I could lick her cunt. She laughed and told me I was so bad. There is an old rail fence back here between the park and an old farm. I sat mom up on the fence and pressed my crotch into her spread legs. I cupped her tits and told her içerenköy escort I thought she was a great fuck. She said I was talking bad and I needed my mouth washed out with soap. I said I thought she needed a stiff cock in her mouth. She said I had done enough damage to her for one day. We laughed and I helped her down off the fence. Mom was really getting into this silly sexy word game we were playing.

I wanted to find the briefcase and show her the money but I was not sure just how she would react. So I did nothing and we walked home.

Later that week I was taking my lunch in the park when I took time to make sure the case was still hidden where I had put it. It as still there and I wanted to look at it again but it was too risky. So I planed to come back at night and get it. I could hide it at home till I figured what to do with the money. There was that new red sports car I had looked at in Bay City. There was that fast boat that was for sale down at the docks. But as I thought of this I could see the error of my ways in spending too much money around town. I had not counted the money but the account I heard was that it was near half a million in cash and the bonds were worth two million. I was thinking Mom and I should move away from here and maybe start a new life some where else.

Mom and I did not make lover again till Wednesday night. Slipping into her bed she quickly curled into my arms. We kissed and I fingered her pussy till I knew she was ready and wet. Rolling over on top of her my cock found the target and slowly ran to the bottom of her sweet pussy. We moved slow and let the excitement build till we felt the need. She griped my upper arms and started to jerk up under me. Pounding my body down hard beating her clitoris with each grinding motion gave way to screams from both of us. We climaxed together and fell apart breathing hard. Mom reached over and took my cock in her hand. She was just holding it and letting her fingers knead it like a fat roll of dough.

“Mom” I said “If we had a lot of money would you be willing to move and live some where else together.” Her hand stopped playing with my cock but she did not turn loose of it. “Oh, Dwight I don’t know if I would want to leave all our friends after all this is our home.” She answered.

The subject of money did not come up again for more than a week. I had pulled my cock from her tight lovely ass and was now standing at he bathroom sink washing my cock off. Mom was stepping into the shower when she turned and said “Darling I met a man a few days ago that wanted to take me to dinner. How do you feel about that?” It took me be surprise but I did not feel as if it were something I had to worry about. So I said “Mom I love you and I love making love to you. You know that. But I also know you need to be with some one near your own age. You go on the date and let me know how it goes and we can talk again after that.” I told her. She came back over to me and kissed me. “Dwight I am so happy you understand. See if we had moved away this would not be happening. Besides we don’t have a lot of money to move any way.”

She stood with the shower door open letting the water warm as I said “Mom I do have a lot of money but I can not spend it in this town.” She did not move but straightened her back and asked “where did you get any money?” I laughed and told her it was a long story but maybe I won the lotto. “Dwight” She said as she turned back toward me “Don’t joke with me.” Watching her nude back side was so sexy my cock started to come to life again. I went to her and took her in my arms and kissed her. Her hand fell to my cock. “God you are gluttonous, but I do love this fucking prick.” She smiled. “I bet it would feel a lot better if you knew it was worth near a million dollars.” I told her. She let her head fall back and she roared and laughed as she stepped into the shower and closed the shower door. I laughed too and went to my room thinking maybe it is still not the right time.

A few days later in the dead of night I retrieved the case and brought it to the house. Mom was out on her date and I had the house to my self. I took the case to the basement. There well back behind the large heater I opened it again and spread the money and bonds out on a work bench.

The account I heard on the TV of the Bank robbery was a little short on it count. There was only One hundred and eighty thousand dollars in cash and one and a half million in Gold bonds. This got me to wondering if maybe the bank was covering a little shortage or was it only a way of keeping the real valve a secret. I thought I would call and talk to the Bank manager in a day or so. Packing it all away I hind it up under the work bench where no one would ever fine it.

I went out back to relax and have a beer. I was sitting out in near total darkness enjoying the cool evening when I heard a car pull up. The drive to the garage was on the other side of the house. I got up and walked to the edge and took a sneak peek around the corner.

Mom was standing in this guy’s arms at the back of the car. He was resting his ass on the trunk and she was leaning on him. They were giggling and whispering in mumbled words. Shit they both were drunk as could be.

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Bringing out his Inner Sissy

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I can vividly remember the first time I decided I would feminise my husband. We had been going out for about 18 months and had celebrated living together for exactly three months by going down to the pub beside the laundrette for a drink or two while we waited for our clothes wash.

I had noticed pretty early on how Steve seemed entranced by my underwear and lingerie, but most especially by my panties. When we started dating he would come up from London every weekend and spend hours between my legs often leaving my panties on as he licked, sucked and kissed me to orgasm after orgasm and when we moved in together he was the one who always went to the laundrette while I went out with friends or just lazed around.

When I would get home all the laundry would have been sorted into their respective piles, his put away, mine laid out on the bed with my lingerie separated into bras, slips, hosiery, nightwear and two piles of panties: work and play!

The thing was that everything was always placed in pristine piles; apart from the panties where I could see that the original pile had been mussed up. That’s when I began to suspect…

…I mean he really was too submissive as a sex partner; as a testosterone-driven, real man should be (I admit that my frustration with that aspect did lead me astray on more than one occasion when we were going out) and that fact, combined with his slight build and “average” attributes emboldened me to start buying larger dildos that I often masturbated with when he was out of the apartment.

What can I say, my pussy was used to having larger, thicker, harder cocks pounding me to orgasm, thrusting deep inside, stretching my pussy wide and using my dildos I could relive those experiences without any more cheating on my wonderful, now live-in boyfriend.

But it wasn’t the same – fucking myself with a dildo – doing it top myself I could never capture the vigour and thrill of my lovers and so I knew I would have to admit my need for big cock to Steve in order to be able to bring my dildos into play in the bedroom.

I was very aware that this would mean belittling his penis and his love-making capabilities and that the introduction of something twice the size into our bed would totally demean and humiliate him. I was very aware that I would need to handle this with kid gloves or risk causing him untold psychological harm.

I must have struggled with how to approach the topic for over a month before our three month anniversary foray to the laundrette and pub and suddenly, after a couple of drinks, while I was watching him take everything from the dryer, fold them and place them carefully into the army surplus kitbag he always used, I noticed how reverently he handled my lingerie, taking extra care with it, touching it a just little more than was necessary and stowing it right at the top of the kitbag where it would remain less wrinkled on the journey home.

That was my “Eureka” moment. I realised there and then that I could introduce him to my toys in a way where he would feel it was all his idea. No long-term mental anguish, no end to our relationship and humiliation of the erotic kind.

I determined I would begin as soon as we got home!

When we were home on weekends Steve would sometimes smoke grass in the evenings. I was always happy when he did as he could spend hours touching, çekmeköy escort caressing and kissing me all over my body in the most erotic way before spending half the night worshipping my pussy and ass with his mouth.

When we got home I made tea for me and produced a pint of iced lemonade for him (his stoned tipple of choice!):

“What’s that for Honey?” he asked, clueless of my nefarious intentions!

“I thought you’d like to roll a joint: to celebrate!” I knew he couldn’t pass up on the opportunity of being stoned, with my blessing.

Sure enough, an hour and two joints later, he was spaced out and, from the way he was touching me, horny as hell. Now was the time!

“You should put the clothes away before you have any more Baby,” I cajoled as his hands ran erotically along my calves, “I don’t want my lingerie sitting in the bag overnight”. I lingered over saying lingerie and saw from his expression that my use of the word had sparked a desire and a focus within that befuddled mind.

“I know that doing this is your thing,” I said “but would you mind if I came in and watched this time? I’m enjoying all the attention you’re giving me”.

“Sure, sure, no prob…what? Of course! It’s not like you need to ask!” he said, levering himself up off the floor and making for the bedroom; “I should’ve done it before having a smoke!”

When we got in there I sat on the bed watching him take my lingerie from the bag, refold everything and place them in neat piles, separated by use: “while you’re at it Honey, I need more drawer space for my lingerie” I demanded, getting up from the bed “you don’t mind if take over half your shirt drawer, do you?”

Without waiting for his response I dumped all the lingerie from the drawer into his; he almost had a meltdown watching the careless way I was treating my things and, with a muttered rebuke about how my mother should have taught me better, came over and took all my lingerie out to be sorted into the piles he had just set up from the clean clothes on the bed.

I made a joke of how I thought he liked my underthings more than he liked me and we began some good-natured bickering like an old married couple while I watched him touch, stroke, fold and sort my intimate clothing. He was very obviously stoned and very obviously entranced by each piece, to the point where his focus was so intense he seemed almost to forget I was watching him.

Now that he was stoned it was obvious that he was a total sensualist where my underwear was concerned. Different panty styles were treated differently, but all with a reverence that hinted at an inner, unspoken desire. It was exactly what I had been hoping to see.

And then, mid-sorting he held up a satin, powder-blue camisole and asked which pile he should put it in:

“That goes with my PJs”

“But I’ve never seen you wear it before! Why haven’t you worn it for me?” he pouted “It looks really pretty. Where’re the bottoms they should be with it?” and he started to search through the unsorted pile in front of him.

“I think they’re probably in one of the other drawers, they’re too long for me and the camisole’s bra cup is too small to support my breasts comfortably” I went over to the drawers and rummaged through my stuff until I found the matching three-quarter length bottoms.

It was a sexy pair cevizli escort of PJs. The powder-blue satin was complemented with white lace bra cups and hem and ribbon spaghetti straps on the top with matching lace and ribbon detailing on the bottoms. Holding the bottoms against my waist I remembered why I didn’t wear even this part of the set: “The bottoms go all the way down to my heels so I always feel like I’m stepping on the lace. It’s uncomfortable. And I wear lots of sexy lingerie for you Honey and you never wear anything sexy for me!” it was my turn to pout.

“I think that outfit would probably fit you!” I said, “you have the legs for it and the small bra cups wouldn’t be a problem!”

In the laundrette I’d been thinking of having him put on a pair of my panties, thinking that would begin the process whereby I could take out my dildos on the pretext that we were two girls having lesbian fun, thinking that, being stoned, he would get into the spirit of it and once they had been introduced I could always ask for them again, the next time we made love.

Now I was thinking that this could be something longer term. I was getting quite excited at the idea of having him sleep in sexy PJs and even nighties, with pretty panties on underneath, trapping his little penis and normalising the use of my big dildos.

“They don’t really sell sexy boy’s gear Honey”, he said (this was in the days before online shopping!) but if there was ever anything you’d like me to wear for you I would!”

I hated myself for smiling evilly on the inside.

“I love seeing you in sexy lingerie Honey but to be honest I don’t understand why you have so many different styles of panty. I mean, how many different styles does a girl need?”

He had given me my in: “Well now I simply have to see how you look in my satin PJs! You’ll have to wear panties underneath, mind you, so you don’t ruin the line, but that will give me a chance to educate you on the different uses of all my panties:” and without giving him a chance to back out I ordered him to strip down to his underwear and then put on my satin PJ bottoms.

He looked at me a little oddly as he picked them up but I was surprised he didn’t protest a little more. I licked my lips as he put them on they looked good on him. He looked good in them! I could see his cock was hard.

I got off the bed and got on my knees in front of him, as if getting ready to give him a blowjob, but instead I began to lightly caress his legs through the material allowing it to whisper over his skin: “I see you really like my PJs” I stated.

“It feels amazing on my skin, Baby!”

“That’s why I like wearing nice lingerie for you Sweetie. They really suit your legs and ass! Now why don’t I illustrate why I have so many different types of panty?”

I moved my hands up and began stroking him through his underwear: “feel the difference? You may as well not be wearing the satin at all with those underwear on! And look at how visible they are through the PJs; they completely ruin the look! Take them off and I’ll show you how good it looks and feels then”

He couldn’t wait to get his boxers off him and put the bottoms back on. His little cock was sticking madly out, harder than I’d ever seen it before. I got up and moved him in front of the full-length mirror and stood behind him kissing erenköy escort his neck and nipping his shoulders while my hands went back down to stroke his cock and ass through only the satin material of the PJ bottoms: “see how good that feels? Isn’t the sensation of the satin gloriously erotic as it slides over your cock and ass?”

He groaned as my hand wrapped around his little shaft and started jerking it off:

“but see how this hard, little thing is ruining the line of the bottoms? And your precum is making a dark little stain on the front which ruins the whole point of wearing it. Your sexy lingerie is supposed to tantalise and tease me, Sweetie, and that’s why you have to wear a pair of panties that will hold your cock and balls tight against your body and won’t make a visible panty line! You need a thong for that, will you wear on for me? So you can see how it works?

He was so horny at this point that he would have done anything I asked and I took full advantage:

“I want you to go over to the pile of thongs you’ve made and pick out the pair that you would like to wear: a pretty, sexy pair that you want to put on. Hurry!”

I watched him struggle with the choice. If you’d asked me I’m pretty sure I could have picked out the pair he wanted to choose but he picked out what I now assume was his second choice a red cotton string thong with a pretty, wide lace waistband which he put on. The small front panel just about encased his little erection and his balls and held them tightly against his body just the way I wanted them to.

I make him look at himself in the mirror before kneeling down and helping him put on the bottoms again and then, the coup-de-grace, I put the camisole over his head while he was admiring himself and began to tie the ribbon spaghetti straps over his shoulders and fix his nipples into the small, lace bra-cups.

I brushed his shoulder-length hair into a passable unisex style, took off all my clothes, pulled him over to the bed and began to make love to “Stephanie” with my mouth and my hands until she filled her panties with cum, staining the front of her PJs with the rewards of her excitement.

After gifting her an orgasm I knelt over her face, kissing her lips with my pussy lips, urging her to explore but you know boys after they’ve cum, they’re useless though, to be fair he tried hard, but lacked enthusiasm.

“I need to cum too Stephanie!” I demanded. “If you can’t do it I need you to get me a dildo from the drawer and fuck me with it!”

“A dildo?”

Don’t pretend you don’t know they’re there, you’re in my panty drawer more than I am! Get me a dildo now! A big one!” I ordered.

He went over to my drawer and pulled out the thickest dildo I had at that time. I still have it, 7 inches long with a girth of 4 inches (I named it Owen, that night, because it is very similar to an ex-boyfriend’s cock and I wanted Steve to know what his little think had to compete with!). I was wet enough that I didn’t need to lubricate it but, feeling exultant at what I had achieved that night I sucked on it wantonly as he watched and I described how wonderful it felt in my mouth, how big it was going to feel in my pussy.

And then I knelt over his face again and pushed it inside me, right in front of his wide, stoned eyes.

“Can you fuck me Baby; with this nice, thick cock? Please?” I pleaded “I really need it!”

I made him fuck me to three orgasms before I was done before collapsing beside him, stroking him idly through his wet PJs and telling him how much I enjoyed making love to Stephanie and how I couldn’t wait to do it again.

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My life in Syria was nearing the completion of its first year. Much I had learned during this time in terms of local customs, behaviour and cultural barriers. But one thing had certainly undergone a profound change: my personal perception of the Arab woman in her society and towards me in particular. Of course, encounters between men and women were not as easy and manifold as in the Western society. But when they happened, they climaxed in such an incredible amount of energy and unleashed a longing previously unknown for me. From the few sexual encounters that I had had with Syrian women I was able to gather that they were unparalleled in their amazing intensity.

So I did not regard women in this society as a strict taboo anymore but happily played their little games of flirtatious interchange, be it on the streets, in restaurants and cafés or in official meetings. Apart from opening some side doors when it came to gathering information or needing a special favour within the governmental sector, this behaviour rewarded me with some gorgeous smiles and little, unintentional touches of the hands. But of course this did not really satisfy my physical needs, but could only be seen as a nice interlude.

A major challenge and constant source of my special attention represented one of the secretaries of our office. Going by the beautiful name of Rabab, she was a grown woman of 34 years of age. However, her actual life style and behaviour would have been more that of a 22-year old. Unmarried for unknown reasons, she was very shy and hardly had any self-esteem. This stood in harsh contrast to my perception of her female attractiveness that she was obviously unaware of: petite but agile figure; rather slender body but with a nice, round ass; small but well-shaped breasts; short dark and full hair; big, round and trustful eyes; and perfect, shapely lips that originally must have been created exclusively for kissing.

However, she was obviously not aware of all those fine qualities that I gazed at every day in the office. I had tried various times to bring her out of her shell. While sometimes she seemed quite happy about my attention and my compliments and responded with flirtatious looks, sooner or later she would lose her confidence and simply let the advances from my side peter out. Although I seemed to detect more than once a deeply hidden spark of enthusiasm and passion in her, she seemed decided to fit into her self-prescribed role of the office’s grey mouse.

When spring time came around, her usual outfit got a little bit more freshened up. One day she came to work with a new, tight t-shirt that revealed the beautiful marble skin colour of her arms as well as a little of her neckline. Surprisingly, she answered to my positive comments with big smile. We had a coffee together and she told me about the pending marriage of her youngest sister. This meant for her that she would stay at home for good and take care of her mother – and she would not have to answer any more gnawing questions about her status as an unmarried woman. Office talk had it that she was in love with a family father and could therefore not consider marriage an option. Seemingly at great ease with this new development in her family, she teased me flirtatiously during our little break.

My spirits were heightened by our encounter and I drew new hope towards getting closer to her. But during the following days I saw her fall back into her same old routine of almost non-existing self-confidence; it was then that a plan started to form in the back of my mind. It could simply not fit in my head that a woman with such beauty and attractiveness could waste away her gifts like this! More and more I was convinced that the reason for this was nobody had actually ever proved to her what she was capable of as a woman – nobody had really brought out the femininity in her.

So I made up my mind: I would try to seduce her in the most pleasing and fulfilling way possible and show her what was really lurking deep down under her surface. A chance presented itself just one week later when she was summoned to accompany my to a meeting in Aleppo as my interpreter – my Arabic was certainly not good enough for conversation at technical level. When she started questioning the sense of her going with me – her usual attempt to sneak out – I put my arm around her and pulled her close to me: “Rabab, you know I always value your services as my interpreter. Without you I would be lost in those meetings, you know that.”

Still she tried to wiggle her way out: “But I am not really good at translating and I just don’t see much sense in me being there!”

I turned her around a little and looked her straight in the eye: “Rabab, there is something else I wanted to tell you. I was really glad to see you so happy just some days ago. Now you appear to have fallen back into your usual routine. We will make this trip to Aleppo a special one, I think you deserve a special treatment…”

“No, I don’t,” bağdatcaddesi escort she interrupted.

“Yes, you do! Now stop this putting yourself down all the time! You are attractive, you are beautiful and you have all it takes to be captivating woman – but you don’t make anything of it. Please give me a chance, just this one evening, and I will spoil you like nobody has ever done before.”

“But…,” she tried stubbornly to protest, but I cut her off.

“Just this one time, please. Let me guide you through a wonderful night, and you won’t regret anything, I promise.” I paused for a little while and searched her eyes. “Do we have a deal?”

She finally surrendered and her answer came as little more than a whisper: “Ok, fine, and I will not complain.” And with a smile half defeated and half proud she confirmed: “I promise.”

Three days later, we were on our way to Aleppo. As usual, she had organized the logistics and reserved us two hotel rooms in one of those wonderfully restored old town houses. Accepting my request for a king-size bed in a half-embarrassed, half-smiling manner, she had dutifully complied. We both did not quite now what to expect from our deal, that was more than clear. During the 4-hour ride in the car, we tried to ease the tension between us by doing small talk, which actually was quite pleasant; never before, I had seen her so blithe, easily laughing away and enjoying the ride and the conversation. Ever so often, our looks met for short intervals: the anticipation of what possibly lay ahead of us was clearly mounting.

Although I did not really know what to make of her behaviour, whether she actually and fully realized the extent of my intentions or not, I knew there was still a considerable chance that she might try to sneak out of our deal. In any way, I would not give her many chances for that. If she really did not want this to go forward, of course she could always move out; but if it was just for her sense of false embarrassment, I would know how to overcome this. My plans to seduce her were unshakable and my preparations were perfect.

We reached Aleppo even before sundown and checked in at the reception to be handed our individual keys. Before Rabab could disappear into her room, I took her aside.

“You remember our deal, don’t you?” Avoiding my direct look, she nodded. “I will make some more preparations and then I will be expecting you in my room at 8 o’clock, is that ok?”

It took her a moment to let my words sink in. She straightened herself and breathed deeply: “Ok, we have a deal and I will keep my promise. I trust that you know what you are doing and that you will be gentle with me.” By now, she looked me straight in the eye. Having made up her mind had obviously lifted some pressure and a hint of pride at herself showed itself in her eyes: “See you at 8.”

With those words, she left me standing in the entrance hall and walked off. This was the first time that I felt the cock in my pants stir at the potential evening entertainment. Until now, I was more worried about the doubtful outcome of this whole scenario, but now I knew it was going forward. With due foresight, I had jerked off in the morning under the shower in order not to get carried away by my own physical needs; this should actually turn out to have been a pretty wise move. I grabbed my bag and climbed up to the room to use the remaining time for my preparations.

At 5 to 8, everything was set the way I wanted it. This evening was unlike other encounters with any woman. Tonight, my own sexual pleasure was only second to what I really had in mind: the sensual seduction of a woman who I respected and who I wanted to take further than ever before in her life. I was going to pull every register to bring her out of her shell into the open, hot atmosphere of sex and passion. This room was to be the stage for her to reach heaven and to realize what it means to be a woman.

After answering her unmistakably shy knocking on my door, I opened and greeted Rabab with one of my happiest smiles. For the occasion, she had matched her habitual jeans with a tight top that left the shoulders bare; she had put on dark make-up that emphasized the oriental features of her face. When I bade her inside, she looked with disbelief at the result of all my preparations: dozens of small candles bathed the entire room in a romantic, warm sea of light; burning incenses converted the air into a sensual journey across the mists of time, when our hotel was home to important merchants along the Silk Road; low instrumental Arabic music provided the appropriate acoustic background. The patchwork cover was folded back from the bed and the erratic movement of the candle lights reflected on the white sheets. On the table next it, an array of different local dishes was waiting invitingly to be eaten.

“Wow,” was all Rabab managed to say. “You did all this for me? I mean, for us and for this evening?”

“I beykoz escort am certainly not expecting anybody else here tonight,” I replied, “and I think it is just about time that somebody gives you some reward and recognition for being such a beautiful and attractive woman.”

“I…, I don’t know what to say, really …” she started.

“Don’t say anything, Rabab, this evening is just for you to enjoy and to be cherished as a woman.” I motioned invitingly to the bed. “Now sit down and relax, I am sure you are hungry, right?”

With that, we took a seat on the bed, pulled the food table closer and heartily enjoyed our evening meal. With every bite, Rabab relaxed visibly and the tension between us gradually eased. After her initial reluctance, she allowed me to lead little bits of bread full of delicacies into her mouth. In the soft light of the candles, her features were strikingly beautiful and the movement of her lips while eating made me hold my breath. If my plan worked, by the end of the night these lips would be working joyfully on my cock.

I used our feeding game to repeatedly caress her cheeks, her neck and her cute nose. By the end of the meal, my one arm was embracing her warm shoulders and I was preparing for the next move: “You have been working very hard lately in the office. I am sure your shoulders and your back are craving for some relaxation to relieve all the tension. When was the last time you have been given a massage?”

Looking vaguely away from me, she replied with a shy giggle: “Believe it or not, I have never gotten a massage before.”

I was not really surprised. “What a shame, it really is. So this will be your first time tonight, and I am sure you will enjoy it. But of course you will have to take off your top for that…”

She hesitated for a moment, and then pulled it determinedly over her head. “Ok,” she smiled at me, “now what?”

I almost choked when I she unveiled her purple bra and presented such an amount of bare skin to me: “Err, just lie down on the bed, on your belly, and get nicely comfortable and relaxed. Yes, that looks good. Put your head to one side and take the arms down. Perfect! I have to open your bra now; otherwise I cannot really massage you. If anything I do makes you feel uneasy, just make some noise.”

I desperately tried to take my mind off the situation that presented itself in front of my eyes. Rabab, the object of my lust for so many months, was on my bed and waited to be massaged by me. And this should just be the beginning of an intensive night. Her skin shone with a golden touch and an aura of closeness filled the room. I reached for the drawer and took out the rose petals that I had prepared; their incredibly strong scent penetrated the air immediately. I spread them all around Rabab’s body and then began to run my fingers smoothly along her spine.

“I will take some oil now, don’t be alarmed,” I forewarned her. “Does that feel good until now? Do you like the smell of the roses?”

She nodded slightly and without opening her eyes, she showed a timid smile.

I warmed the massage oil in my hands and covered her back with it. Just the touch of her skin produced shivers of expectancy, and my groin started to fill with pressure. My anticipation rising, I tried to concentrate on the wonderful task of giving Rabab the first massage of her life, and I was determined to make her remember it for the rest of her life – just as the all other moments of the night.

My hands ran along her spine over her shoulders and up to her neck. The flesh of her arms was warm and soft, and with every new stroke she relaxed a little more. Her initial nervous trembling had given way to a comfortable pleasure, and she started to passively enjoy my movements on her body. Finally, when I came back over her arms and caressed the silky skin in her armpits, she gave a little sigh of consent to my caresses. This was just what I had waited and hoped for; I could move on with the next steps in my plan.

While skilfully massaging her neck muscles, which were actually in dire need of stress relief, I bowed down towards her head and kissed her on her ear. Since she made no efforts of pulling away, I became more daring, covering her cheek with soft kisses. Upon reaching the corner of her mouth, however, I diverted my attention and continued along her neck; a subtle shiver of goose bumps indicated that my caresses did not leave her totally cold.

My lips found their way back to down her spine. Pausing for a moment as I probingly let my fingers play along the base of her breasts, I continued downwards. Still, Rabab did not shift or indicate any uneasiness; so I continued with my kisses over her belt and on to the jeans covering her ass. “Can I take your jeans off and continue with my massage on your legs?” I asked, somewhat taken aback by my own boldness.

She did not reply, but with a motion of her body she signalled me that it was ok for her. caddebostan escort It appeared that my plan had worked: with my soft introduction I had taken away any fears or anxieties that she might have had. She was feeling contented in an atmosphere of warmth and trust, having lost her initial inhabitations towards being treated like a woman. It was not clear if it was me as a person or my behaviour towards her that made her relax and let the situation get hotter. Anyway, it did not really make a difference for what was to come next.

I pulled off her jeans to reveal an adorable purple slip around her shapely ass. Just looking at her lying there in her underwear caused my cock to swell forcefully in my pants; my wanting to fuck this gorgeous Arab woman increased by the second. Using some more of the oil, I started with my massage at her cute feet, slowly moving upwards. Her legs were smooth, all hair properly removed, and I almost burst with lust while looking at her slightly spread legs. Still trying to concentrate on my supposed task of massaging, I moved up her thighs. The feeling got so strong that I had to hold my breath.

When reaching her ass, my massaging unmistakably changed into a passionate kneading. Her cheeks were the objects of my desire and my hands slipped greedily beneath her underwear, aided by the wonderful slipperiness of the oil. Realising that I might be moving too fast, I was just about to pull back when I saw that Rabab was obviously quite taken with attention; possibly subconsciously, her hips were moving approvingly towards my touches.

This reaction encouraged me to wage the most crucial step: if I could get her to turn around and take off her slip, I knew she would be mine for the rest of the night – and she would give me a chance to fulfil her innermost sexual needs and desires. I brought my lips to her ear and whispered, desperately trying to disguise the trembling in my voice: “Can you turn around? And keep your eyes closed, just feel and enjoy.”

My heart jumped when she simply did what I had told her. Without words, she fumbled with her already untied bra, while I pulled off her slip; she clearly had decided to let it happen. Unable to control my lecherous breathing, I sat next to her and spread the remaining rose petals over her naked body. The dark pink of the flowers stood in magnificent contrast to the marble colour of her flawless skin. She was even more beautiful than I ever imagined – the perfect body of a small but truly feminine woman.

“Don’t just sit there and watch me, it makes me embarrassed.” Her voice brought me back into reality and as if to confirm her words, she crossed her legs and placed her arms over her chest.

“Sorry, but I just couldn’t help admiring the beauty of your body. You are a truly wonderful woman, Rabab, even if you think differently.” I put a finger on her lips to prevent her from making any objections. “And if you let me, I will show what kind of passion and lust your breathtaking body is capable of doing. Now is your time to get spoiled by me.”

For the first time, I bent down to kiss her. Touching her lips was like falling into a ready-made, fluffy set of pillows and blankets in one of those luxurious hideaway hotels. Although remaining passive, Rabab welcomed my kiss and opened her lips slightly to let me in. My tongue reached out for every change of structure in her skin and lavishly covered her with my saliva. Her tongue was cold when receiving my touch, but my tip heated her mouth up in no time. I explored the depths of her until we were both completely out of breath. Her body had started to heat up.

This was just the game I had foreseen. I was expecting her to be passive, but there was no problem with that. Tonight was not about my own ego being heaved into heaven by a demanding woman, not at all. Tonight was all about gaining access to the beautiful woman hiding behind a façade of shyness, about getting her permission to let me please her and about bringing out all her feminine needs and desires. My own lust was only second to hers tonight; if my plan was continuing to work, by the end of the night I would have no reason to complain anyway.

I pulled back in order to undress, letting my shirt and jeans sink to the floor. My swollen cock stood out in my underwear and I had to accommodate it in order to lessen the pressure on my balls. Diverting my thoughts, I crawled up towards the top of the bed and accommodated Rabab’s head in my lap. Her breathing was regular, and she persistently kept her eyes closed as I had told her.

Stunned by the energy of her being so close to me, my hands reached out and with some more of the slippery oil, moved from her shoulders downwards; her tits were the object of my desire. They stood out marvellously shaped, small but perfectly round and with a light-brown nipple in the middle. Tenderly, I started massaging the base and moved slowly upwards. I could easily cup one tit with my hand, and exercising pressure on her chest in this way obviously excited Rabab. Almost imperceptibly she moved her body upwards, and I answered by circling and massaging her tits. I could have gone on with this routine for hours, had it not been for my look that was drifting further down her body.

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Savannah Miller dropped her bag on the kitchen counter, opened the fridge and located a cucumber in the vegetable crisper.

Lying down, she pull down her undies and slid the cold, hard cucumber over her clit and juicy pussy. When she was satisfied that it was wet enough she slammed the cucumber into her pussy hole, fucking herself with all she had.

Savannah and her father lived alone in the two bedrooms home, after her mother had left them years before.

She’d always felt sorry for her dad, him being alone. But nowadays she felt sorry for him in other ways. Sorry that he had no sexual partners.

This she knew because she’d often stood outside his bedroom door late at night, listening to him wanking himself off.

This always made her very, very horny and she would end up on the floor herself, plunging her fingers into her sopping wet pussy, bringing herself to endless orgasms.

Once, she’d even hidden in her dad’s closet and watched him make himself cum all over the bed sheets.

After this, Savannah had had a burning desire for her father. She wanted him to shove his thick, large and pulsating cock into her hot wet pussy and fuck the brains out of her.

Hearing her dad’s car pull up in the front drive way she quickly jumped up, threw now sticky cucumber deep into the compost bin and ran up the stairs to her bedroom, pretending to do her home work.

As far as she knew, her dad never suspected a thing.

Later that night after he thought Savannah had gone to bed, her dad Brad had closed himself into his study, turned on his computer and began acıbadem escort his now nightly routine of searching the internet for stories and films of fathers and their daughters together; fucking sucking and licking.

One video in particular was his favourite. The father and daughter duo always reminded him of himself and his 18 year old daughter savannah.

His cock was growing hard and stiff inside his trousers as he watched the movie, making sure the sound was down low as not to awaken his daughter.

He unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock, slowly jerking himself off.

Suddenly he heard a noise behind him and he quickly turned around, catching a glimpse of Savannah running up the stairs.

He shut off his computer and proceeded up the stairs himself. All he could think about was his daughter being disgusted with him at what she had just witnessed.

He slowly knocked on her door. “Come in Daddy”

Brad opened the door and was shocked to see Savannah lying down on her bed, naked except for a bra and a pair of see through undies, with her fingers rapidly plunging in and out of her pussy.

His eyes opened wide at the site before him. “Sa-savannah, what are you doing?”

His cock, which had deflated from the fear of being caught, had once again come to a stiff and throbbing state at what he was seeing.

“Daddy, there’s no need to be embarrassed!” Savannah stood up, and walked over to her dad; once she’d reached him she slowly, seductively undid the buttons on his shirt, running her fingers softly of the hard taunt flesh atalar escort beneath it.

“Honey, please. You need to stop before things get out of hand!” Brad trembled at his daughters touch.

Savannah ignored him. “Daddy, I just want to see what exciting things you have hiding in your trousers, please show me Daddy”, she whispered seductively.

Stunned, Brad nodded in agreement, as he unzipped his trousers, and pulled them and his boxers to the ground and stepped out of them.

His rock hard cock was a beautiful sight to his horny daughter. She’d longed to see her dad’s cock, to touch it, to suck and lick it and to feel it pounding into her ever since she was 16.

Brad, after taking his time getting accustomed to the situation finally began to take control of himself.

“It’s my turn to see you baby”, he said as he undid her bra clasp. Her breasts, full and her nipples erect tumbled out of their casing.

Brad gasped at the beauty of them. He’d always known his daughter was a stunner, but he’d never let himself imagine he’d ever be able see her in her beautiful nakedness as he was now.

“I’ve wanted you for so long daddy, to feel you inside me” Savannah told him in a low and sexy tone.

“Baby, are you sure you want to do all this? Because if you say yes, there is no turning back. I’m going to make you mine.” He warned her.

Savannah just smiled in reply, grabbed his arms and lead him over to the bed.

She knelt down, grasped his cock in her hand, getting excited when she saw the pre cum leaking out of the little hole on the aydınlı escort head. She eagerly lapped it up, kissing his head.

She licked up the sides of his cock, sucking on his balls until they were ready to explode.

She took his cock into her mouth, pumping him for all she was worth.

He grabbed the top of her head, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her hot mouth.

Finally, just before he was about to blow, he pushed Savannah down onto her bed, and rested his cock on her pussy lips. Using his hand, he rubbed his cock head over her clit until she began moaning, once he’d decided she was wet enough, and slid his cock into the opening of her pussy hole.

“Daddy, fuck me. Fuck me daddy, FUCK ME” She screamed.

Brad plunged his cock inside of her. In and out, in and out. She bucked her hips in response, forcing his cock deeper into her hot, tight pussy.

Brad had never fucked someone so tight, and finally after years of fantasising, he got to fuck his daughter. His beautiful sweet daughter.

Finally when he was once again about to explode, he went to withdraw his cock from her pussy, but Savannah stopped him.

“No daddy. I want it; fill me up with your hot sperm. Fill me up till I burst!”

Brad was shocked but did as she asked, releasing stream after stream of hot sticky cum into his daughters tight pussy.

He leaned down, running his hot tongue over her lips. She opened her mouth and let his tongue tangle with hers in a hot and deep passionate kiss.

“Oh daddy, I’ve wanted you for so, so long!” she whispered, worn out from their vigorous fucking.

Brad smiled, “Don’t worry baby. You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had, and no way in hell am I not fucking you again.”

Savannah smiled, “Good, because I want to be your fucking slut. I want your cock in me every chance I get!”

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Finding Love At Home Ch. 1

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Nothing ever happens around here or so I thought. Till one day there was a hunt for two guys that robbed a bank across the river. There boat was found on our side for the river turned over and empty. The authorities think that on the way across the river the two men got into a fight and some how killed or hurt one another to the point that neither could swim to shore. Well they were guessing right about that. Both men did die and fall from the boat. I know because I saw them kill one another. The river at this point up stream from the bay is very swift running at low tide. So I guess both bodies were washed out into the bay where I am sure they were quickly consumed but crabs and other bottom feeders.

Our little town has just about wasted away since the larger docks and fishery have been built farther up the bay. Long ago even before I was born our docks burned and many boats were destroyed. This area just never recovered. Now all we have are a few dozen private boats and tourist tour boats that run up the river and bay. Not much to keep the younger people in town and not much to do for those of us that did.

After school I wanted to go to college but my Dad got very sick and Mom asked me to say and help. I got a job at the local new paper working just a few days a week drawing cartoons about what ever the editor Mr. Rogers wanted to have some fun with. The locals started to get a kick out of the cartoons and Mr. Rogers editorials. So I got more work and pay. Even after Dad died I stayed on at the paper working and living at home.

Mom and I get along well enough. She has a small dress shop down by the docks on Front Street and the paper is just a few blocks along towards that end of town. So in the morning we would walk together from home to work. My Mom is a lovely lady of only forty-six. She is nearly ten years younger than Dad was. We started doing things together and going out together even if it was only to drive over the Bay City to go shopping.

We grew ever closer and then one day we were in the kitchen together fixing breakfast. It was a Sunday and we were not going to work so we were dressed in our night shirts. My night wear consisted of a Long T-shirt and jockey shorts. Mom’s was dressed in a silk night gown that was sheer and easy to see through. So up until that one moment we had never given much thought to what or how we felt about one another. She was Mom and I was her son period.

Mom was standing near the stove and I was getting water for the coffee maker from the sink. She turned toward the refrigerator and I turned toward the counter where the coffee maker was sitting. We came face to face and the coffee pot fell out of my hand.

I quickly bent to grab it before it hit the floor. Mom did the same thing. Together we managed to slow the fall of the glass pot so it did not brake but in the process we banged our heads together so hard Mom fell flat on her back. Her night gown was pulled well above her hips also some how my shorts were pulled down to my knees.

I was knocked back and landed on my knees. I started to get up but I lost my balance and went head first right between my Mother’s legs. I managed to put one hand out to brake my fall. Two of my fingers ended up in Mom’s pussy followed by my mouth. I was dazed and yet I knew just what I was doing and where my mouth was.

I should have jumped up, pulled away and apologized for my clumsiness. But I did not do that at all. What I did to was to place my mouth tight to her pussy and started licking her clitoris. I have had a few girl friends and I am not a stupid kids that has not been around I knew just want I was doing. It had happened in one split second and since it was not planed I had to guess what I was doing was because I somehow had wanted it to happen. As I have heard things happen for a reason.

I knew Mom was not knocked out but she was just stunned as her eyes were open. I was not too worried about her health. I did notice a small gasp as I lick my tongue over her clitoris. I wiggled a finger that was deep on her as I licked her again. This time she gave out a moan and her body seemed to shutter. I wiggled both fingers that were in her pussy and rubbed my tongue harder across her clitoris. She moaned and she involuntarily took my head in her hands. She pulled her legs up and held them wide apart giving me more room to work my magic. I sucked hard on the fatty mound and she yelled “Oh, My God Dwight. Oh, my God. “I somehow got the feeling she was really enjoying this so I wiggled my head back and forth so my tongue rubbed rapidly across her clitoris. Mom cried out and grabbed my hair pulling my mouth tight to her wet pussy as she gave up a climax. I felt sure this was one that had been long suppressed and one she needed to have for a long time.

It was several minutes after her wonderful climax that we just laid there my mouth still pressed to her. I felt her relax as her legs went limp as she let them return to the floor. I pulled fikirtepe escort my mouth from her sweet juicy pussy and lifted my head to see Mom looking down at the top of my head.

I rose up and moved up so I was laying along side her. She turned her head to look at me and I leaned down and kissed her on the mouth. My mouth was wet with her juices and she did not seem to mind. I touched her lips with my tongue and she opened her mouth to let me dart my tongue into her mouth. My hand came up to fine a nipple that was stiff and a breasts that was full and firm. I twisted the nipple between my fingers and pulled on it at the same time.

She winced at the pain of my fingers pulling her nipple hard. Yet I also felt her give off a shutter that told me she was not unhappy with my torture of her nipple. I really don’t have any idea why I was doing such a thing I am not one that is into pain or hurting another person for any reason sexual or other wise. But I did get the feeling she liked it and wanted more of it. Pain can be as stimulating as any other kind of attention. Or so I once read about kids that want attention even if the get spanked for the reactions.

My mom was reacting to my hurting her as if she wanted more attention so I gave her more pain as I bit her lip so hard I almost drew blood. She wiggled and wrapped her arms around me. She kissed me hard and reached down to find my cock was erect and hard as it had ever been. Her grip was like a vise she jerked hard and pulled the foreskin well back I thought it was going to tear. But the feel of her hand on me was electrifying. My cock throbbed and jerk I thought I was going to cum in her hand.

I quickly rolled over on my back and took Mom’s head in my hands. I said “Your turn.” and pushed her head down as I moved myself up. Mom did not resist but got the idea and move to help get in position. She never looked back at me or gave any sign that she did not want to do that which I was asking her to do. All I saw was the back of her head a thick mass of dark hair. What I felt was her mouth engulf my cock head then more of my cock. She moved her mouth down over my cock taking most of it deep in her mouth. My mother was willingly sucking my cock and doing one hell of a job of it. Her mouth was like fire it burned me up on the inside as my emotions raged. The feel of her mouth on my cock was beyond anything I could have ever imaged oral sex could have been between mother and son. Her mouth was warm, soft and feeling wonderful. I cried out “Oh shit Mom I am going to cum.” She only took more of my cock into her mouth as the first spurt of cum left my cock. I came for want seemed to me the longest climax I had ever had. She managed to suck every drop and lick my cock clean before she let it slip from her mouth. After a few minutes I stood and helped my mother to her feet. I took her in my arms and we kissed as lovers. I cupped a cheek of her ass and felt her tits but never took my lips from hers.

I managed to get her back up to her bedroom and laid her on the bed. There I removed my t-shirt and I pulled her night gown off over her head. I lay down and took her naked body in my arms. One nudge and she rolled over on top of me. Her tits were crushed to my chest. Her pelvis was grinding into my own. My cock was once more hard and sticking up between her legs. She sat up with her knees on either side of my hips. She lifted her body up and with a hand she guided my erection to the opening of her sweet juicy cunt. She lowered her self down over my cock.

My cock disappeared into her pussy and she let her head fall forward till her chin was touching her chest. Her eyes were closed and she was rhythmically rocking her hips to music only she could hear. I picked up on the beat and lifted my hips in time with her motions. I felt my cock flit back and forth in her pussy. I was fucking my mother, “My God I was fucking my mother.” and she was welcoming me into her pussy as she had over twenty years ago welcomed me into this world. She rocked and I bounced my hips and we connected on a Plato high above anything either of us had ever reached before. When she climaxed I climaxed and we screamed together in unison.

I was a man gone completely crazy, I was going fucking nuts; my cock never went soft even after that second climax. I reached up and pulled her down to me kissing her hard again and again. I rolled her over on her back and forced my cock back into her. I fucked her to another climax and when I was done I rolled off and again pushed her head down into my lap for her to suck our joined juices from m swollen cock.

I did not climax but instead I jerked her by the hair and pulled her mouth back up to my own. We kissed and we tasted the cum from our efforts. Again I took a nipple in my fingers and twisted it till she winced and tried to pull back. I let her pull free of my grasp but in doing so I flipped her over on her stomach. I put a hand in the small gebze escort of her back and held her to the bed and smacked her on the butt as hard as I could. My hand stung so I knew her ass did too. She did not try to move away she only gave me a sound of air being forced from her lungs. I again laid hand to her back side. Again she wiggled and squirmed under my spanking.

I smacked her several times before I wet a finger in her pussy and spreading the cheeks of her fine plump ass wide I inserted that wet finger into her ass. She cried out “Dwight; Dwight Darling, fuck Momma’s ass. Dwight Fuck my ass put your wonderful cock in my ass Baby.” Mother was as fucking crazy as I was. She was screaming at me and I was willing to do anything for her at that moment.

She got up on all fours and I get behind her. Taking her by the hips plunged forward but my cock found her juice pussy. I pulled back and she reached under her taking my cock I her hand she guided it to her tiny ass hole. She said “Easy Baby, take it very easy, don’t force it?” So I did as she asked. She guided the head to her tight little passage of love and I pushed forward very easy and slow. First the head would only flatten out on the tight little hole. But then I felt her relax. The head slipped into her ass easy as a foot into an old shoe. Slowly I worked my cock into her tight ass until I was well into her. She gave out a little moan and shook her ass while pushing back into me.

My cock was drilled into her to the core, to the hilt right up to my balls. Mom reached back to run her fingers around my cock shaft. She was using her fingers tips as her eyes. Her fingers ran around my cock and her ass. When I would pull back she let her fingers play along the under side of my cock. I was so fucking excited when I looked down and saw my cock surrounded by her tiny ass. I exploded and shot off in her. My cock jerked and filled her ass with a load that was even larger than the one she had sucked from me earlier. Mom fell forward and quivered as my cock pulled from her ass.

I got up and went to my room. I showered rested and it was well after noon when I returned to the kitchen. Mom was sitting out on the back screen porch. When she heard me she called there is hot coffee I the pot. Cup in hand I came out and sat down in a wicker chair opposite her. She was smiling and I was too we were like a couple of kids with a new toy.

I said “Well that was a great way to start the day.” Mom smiled and said. “Dwight I never thought I could have done such a thing with my own son. But I must admit I liked it.”

“Mom what happened was something I had never thought of till that second when I came in contact with you. It as if I were given a chance to give you some thrill or maybe some little bit of joy that I would never have another wise. So I did what I did, I was so happy you accepted my advances.” I told her. She told me she missed sex but had not known it till I touched her with my tongue. We laughed and joked about what we had done. I got up leaned over and kissed her on the mouth. She kissed me back. Late that evening we walked down town to her shop. Then out to the edge of town.

Just passed the news paper building there is a little town park. It is petty run down now and not many people use it but that is where I was the afternoon of the robbery. I had heard the voices from down on the rivers edge. When I looked down I saw the two men in the boat. One had a gun in his hand and the other had a knife. The man with the knife moved like lighting plunging the knife into the man just as he fired the gun. Both men fell into the river and were gone out of sight in seconds.

The bank is very steep there but I got down in record time. I found a leather briefcase in the boat. Since both bodies were gone I just opened the case. It was full of money and gold bonds. I was stunned and thrilled at the same time. Without thinking of what may happen if some one saw me I took the case and kicked the boat back out into the current of the river. How the boat got turned over when it was found later I have no idea. I took the briefcase and hide it under some rocks way back at the far end of the little park. That was over a week ago.

So when Mom and I walked hand in hand laughing and smiling as we did. I slowly made our way to the very back edge of the park. There was no one around when I took Mom in my arms and kissed her. At first she tried to pull away saying someone will see. But then she got the same feeling of excitement I had. Doing something so dangerous in public was stimulating. I asked her if her panties were wet she answered that they were. I told her the next time we come out here I wanted her to wear a long skirt and no panties so I could lick her cunt. She laughed and told me I was so bad. There is an old rail fence back here between the park and an old farm. I sat mom up on the fence and pressed my crotch into her spread legs. I cupped her tits and told her içerenköy escort I thought she was a great fuck. She said I was talking bad and I needed my mouth washed out with soap. I said I thought she needed a stiff cock in her mouth. She said I had done enough damage to her for one day. We laughed and I helped her down off the fence. Mom was really getting into this silly sexy word game we were playing.

I wanted to find the briefcase and show her the money but I was not sure just how she would react. So I did nothing and we walked home.

Later that week I was taking my lunch in the park when I took time to make sure the case was still hidden where I had put it. It as still there and I wanted to look at it again but it was too risky. So I planed to come back at night and get it. I could hide it at home till I figured what to do with the money. There was that new red sports car I had looked at in Bay City. There was that fast boat that was for sale down at the docks. But as I thought of this I could see the error of my ways in spending too much money around town. I had not counted the money but the account I heard was that it was near half a million in cash and the bonds were worth two million. I was thinking Mom and I should move away from here and maybe start a new life some where else.

Mom and I did not make lover again till Wednesday night. Slipping into her bed she quickly curled into my arms. We kissed and I fingered her pussy till I knew she was ready and wet. Rolling over on top of her my cock found the target and slowly ran to the bottom of her sweet pussy. We moved slow and let the excitement build till we felt the need. She griped my upper arms and started to jerk up under me. Pounding my body down hard beating her clitoris with each grinding motion gave way to screams from both of us. We climaxed together and fell apart breathing hard. Mom reached over and took my cock in her hand. She was just holding it and letting her fingers knead it like a fat roll of dough.

“Mom” I said “If we had a lot of money would you be willing to move and live some where else together.” Her hand stopped playing with my cock but she did not turn loose of it. “Oh, Dwight I don’t know if I would want to leave all our friends after all this is our home.” She answered.

The subject of money did not come up again for more than a week. I had pulled my cock from her tight lovely ass and was now standing at he bathroom sink washing my cock off. Mom was stepping into the shower when she turned and said “Darling I met a man a few days ago that wanted to take me to dinner. How do you feel about that?” It took me be surprise but I did not feel as if it were something I had to worry about. So I said “Mom I love you and I love making love to you. You know that. But I also know you need to be with some one near your own age. You go on the date and let me know how it goes and we can talk again after that.” I told her. She came back over to me and kissed me. “Dwight I am so happy you understand. See if we had moved away this would not be happening. Besides we don’t have a lot of money to move any way.”

She stood with the shower door open letting the water warm as I said “Mom I do have a lot of money but I can not spend it in this town.” She did not move but straightened her back and asked “where did you get any money?” I laughed and told her it was a long story but maybe I won the lotto. “Dwight” She said as she turned back toward me “Don’t joke with me.” Watching her nude back side was so sexy my cock started to come to life again. I went to her and took her in my arms and kissed her. Her hand fell to my cock. “God you are gluttonous, but I do love this fucking prick.” She smiled. “I bet it would feel a lot better if you knew it was worth near a million dollars.” I told her. She let her head fall back and she roared and laughed as she stepped into the shower and closed the shower door. I laughed too and went to my room thinking maybe it is still not the right time.

A few days later in the dead of night I retrieved the case and brought it to the house. Mom was out on her date and I had the house to my self. I took the case to the basement. There well back behind the large heater I opened it again and spread the money and bonds out on a work bench.

The account I heard on the TV of the Bank robbery was a little short on it count. There was only One hundred and eighty thousand dollars in cash and one and a half million in Gold bonds. This got me to wondering if maybe the bank was covering a little shortage or was it only a way of keeping the real valve a secret. I thought I would call and talk to the Bank manager in a day or so. Packing it all away I hind it up under the work bench where no one would ever fine it.

I went out back to relax and have a beer. I was sitting out in near total darkness enjoying the cool evening when I heard a car pull up. The drive to the garage was on the other side of the house. I got up and walked to the edge and took a sneak peek around the corner.

Mom was standing in this guy’s arms at the back of the car. He was resting his ass on the trunk and she was leaning on him. They were giggling and whispering in mumbled words. Shit they both were drunk as could be.

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As exhausted as I was I couldn’t get a good night’s sleep. I was far too horny to stay asleep for any significant stretch. It was hard to get comfortable in the first place and when I did fall asleep it wasn’t long before I woke up humping the bed. By 8am I realized it wasn’t worth trying to sleep any more, I might as well get up and use this time. There was dried cum all over my chest and stomach, I needed to start with a shower.

I had barely gotten into the bathroom when I realized my cock was already standing at attention, this was going to be a long day. I hopped into the shower trying to use the hot water to relax myself. Instead my hands had a mind of their own. I rubbed and pinched my nipples as I cleaned my chest and my dick had probably never been cleaner with how much attention I gave it. I was thorough when washing my ass as well. I even tickled my hole with the end of a soapy finger. All of this could have been a lot more fun if I were allowed to release some tension.

At least I was clean now. Maybe a quick shot of cold water will at least let me think straight for a little while. Turning down the temperature I yelped at the cold but my dick did calm down some, it wasn’t fully soft but it wasn’t sticking straight out either.

I toweled dry and went back to my room to get dressed. I threw on some boxers, gym shorts, and a t-shirt, my usual lazy day-in attire.

On my way downstairs I passed Katie’s room. Her door was still shut so I put my ear to it. It sounded like she was still sleeping, must have been nice to have a big orgasm and then roll over to sleep. I wanted to go in and watch her sleep but held off.

I continued to the kitchen, I wanted to give Katie something nice when she woke up. I started a pot of coffee and then looked though what I could make for breakfast, she deserved a feast. I started by frying up some bacon, the small must have made its way up to Katie’s room because before too long I heard her stirring upstairs. Next I prepared some pancakes and scrambled eggs. I was just finishing the last pancake when I heard Katie come down the stairs.

I looked at my gorgeous roommate turned lover. No, “lover” seemed more intimate than our current situation, she was the boss and I was just the pet.

She was just wearing a loose t-shirt and a pair of panties. The shirt came down low enough to make it appear that she wasn’t wearing anything else most of the time. This was definitely less than her usual lazy day attire.

“Good morning, Miss…”

“What’s going on here?” She cut me off sternly.

“Oh, uh, I made breakfast, I thought…”

“That part is clear, and it smells great, but I want to know why the fuck you’re wearing clothes.”

I stared at her in confusion as she walked up to me. She took the spatula out of my hand and pulled my shirt over my head.

“In this house you will always be naked unless explicitly told otherwise.”

“Oh, I didn’t know”

She pointed to my shorts. I quickly pushed them down.

“And you’re wearing boxers! Even when you’re allowed to put clothes on it will rarely include underwear.”

“I’m so sorry, Miss Katie, this is all so new.” I slipped my boxers off as well.

Her eyes softened and she put her hand on my cheek, “it’s new for all of us. But now that you know this rule I expect it to be followed at all times.”

“Of course, Miss Katie. May I ask? Are there other rules I should know?”

“Don’t come and don’t wear clothes are the big ones so far. Others will come in time. I’m sure Miss Caroline has some ideas for you,” she looked off in thought, “for both of us, I guess…”

I turned back to the stove in time to save the rest of the food from burning as the mention of Miss Caroline made me drift off in thought too. Her sexy toes and their shiny black nail polish popped into my head. How could a pair of feet, even a pair as perfect as Miss Caroline’s, take control of me like that? Why are they the first thing I think about? Her big tits, her round ass, her knowing smile. Any of those would make more sense. But I guess it wasn’t about sense it was about instinct. And my instinct now was to serve Miss Caroline and that service started with me at her feet.

I finished making breakfast and brought it to the table. Katie had poured herself some coffee and was waiting for her food. I put the serving plates in front of her plate on the table.

“This looks delicious, pet, I’ll take some of everything,” she said as she leaned back in her chair and sipped her coffee.

Realizing what she wanted I took her plate and served her some pancakes, scrambled eggs, and bacon.

“Oh, the syrup,” I ran back into the kitchen to get the bottle of real maple syrup I had been warming in some hot water. I placed it next to her and turned to move to my seat when Miss Katie’s hand reached out quickly and grabbed my cock, pulling me back to her.

“You should stay right here next to me at the ready in case I need anything else.”

She stroked my cock to its fullness. I closed suadiye escort my eyes as a moan escaped my mouth. She kept stroking.

“Remember, don’t you dare even think about coming.”

She let go of my cock and focused on her meal. I stood silently next to her, my cock yearning for attention. Every few bites she’d give me a few more strokes. She got a little pre-cum on her hand and without a word just lifted it towards my mouth, I bent down and cleaned it for her.

“Good boy,” and she went back to eating.

When she finished she leaned back in her chair content. “Mmm, that was great pet. I could get used to this. You’ve got me thinking about the other ways you can serve around here that don’t just involve your tongue,” she sipped her coffee, “oh but speaking of that tongue…” Miss Katie snapped her fingers and pointed at the floor in front of her.

I scurried under the table to her feet. She wiggled her toes but kept her feet on the floor. I bent down low on all fours with my ass in the air and kissed each toe. I worked my way up one foot placing small kisses all along its top. I got to her ankle and continued up her leg kissing over and over. When I reached her knee I switched legs and worked back down the same way. I could still taste a hint of the orange-flavored massage oil from last night. Arriving back at her toes I gave each a kiss again.

Katie was enjoying herself and she never took her eyes off of me. “Oh, you still haven’t had anything to eat, have you pet? You must be famished.” She took the bottle of syrup and poured some into a bowl. She dipped her finger into it and licked it clean, “mmm, delicious.” She put the bowl on the floor next to her feet and dipped a toe into it.

She barely had to offer it to me before I devoured her toe. The syrup was sticky and thick and required some passionate sucking to clean it from her toe. By the time I was done with one toe her other foot was in front of me dripping with syrup. I lapped at her toe getting all I could before putting it in my mouth to suck clean. And once again another toe was waiting for me.

We continued like this for a little while until Katie managed to coat the ball of one foot with the sticky sweetness. I held her foot in my hand and licked the entire sole up and down. It was a lot of work to get every last bit of syrup from it but it was worth every moment.

All this time Katie just watched me. Her hands rested on her thighs and while she was clearly turned on she didn’t touch herself at all. Her nipples were straining her shirt and I could see her panties getting wet, but still she just watched me kiss and lick her feet.

Finally she used a foot under my chin to lift my eyes to hers, “mmm, that was very nice pet, thank you. You clearly like worshiping my feet.”

“Yes I do, thank you for the privilege, Miss Katie.”

“It is a privilege. Simply being allowed in my presence is a privilege.” Katie’s phone buzzed, she looked at it and continued, “and it looks like soon there will be some new privileges around here. Miss Caroline says she’s ‘looking forward to seeing her baby girl and her pet.’ She’ll be here tomorrow after work. It won’t be long now before that tongue will lick this pussy.” Miss Katie rubbed herself through her panties.

“I can’t wait to have that honor.”

“If I’m being honest, pet, I’m nervous about the idea of licking her pussy, I’ve never done anything like that before. But Miss Caroline is very beautiful and she has a commanding presence. And if that’s the price it costs to be able to open my legs and have you make me come whenever I want, it will be worth it.”

Katie grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to her pussy. My nose was about an inch away and I took a deep breath. Her aroma was intoxicating.

“Breathe it in, pet.” She didn’t have to tell me twice. “So eager, you want to lick it right now.”

I really did. Thoughts of Miss Caroline were the only thing to keep me from diving in.

“What if I did this?” Katie pulled her panties to the side and left me dangerously close to her glistening lips. Her smell was even stronger. I could have easily stuck my tongue out and flicked across her clit.

“I… I can’t, Miss Katie, I’m sorry.”

She slid her fingers up and down her plump lips and pulled them apart giving me an intimate view of her lovely pussy.

“Just a little taste…” she pushed her wet fingers into my mouth and I greedily sucked them clean. I licked my lips and savored her taste.

Katie then made a move thrusting her pelvis toward me, in a panic I fell backward and almost hit my head on the underside of the table.

Katie chucked at me, “good boy. Miss Caroline will be pleased.” Another test.

Katie slipped off her wet panties and hung them around my neck before she got up from the table. “I hope your breakfast isn’t too cold now, you know, if you’re still hungry,” she laughed, “I’m going to the gym, I’ll be back in a few hours. I want this place clean when I get back.”

I sat there yakacık escort under the table just enjoying her scent. Katie bounced upstairs and a few minutes later bounced back down in gym clothes. With nothing more than a chuckle I could only assume was about me she was out the door.

I finally realized how hungry I was and sat down at the table to eat. I had a feeling I’d need my energy. Afterwards I cleaned up the mess from breakfast and moved on to the rest of the house. I checked online to find good ways to finish cleaning the cum in the living room from yesterday’s fun, hopefully it wasn’t too late. Since I had time before Miss Katie would return I decided to tidy up around the house. It was a little weird doing all of this naked, most of the time with a hard cock thanks to the panties around my neck and the musky scent coming from them.

I was just finishing putting clean sheets on Miss Katie’s bed when I heard the front door open. I went downstairs to find Miss Katie sitting in the living room. She had clearly skipped the shower after her workout, her skin was glistening.

“Ah what a great workout.”

“It sure looks like you worked up a good sweat.”

“That I did,” she said looking down at herself, “get me a Gatorade.”

I got a cold one from the fridge and brought it to Miss Katie.

“I need to get out of these sweaty gym clothes but I barely have the energy to move,” Miss Katie said in a way that made it clear she was giving me an order.

I sat on the floor in front of her and started by taking off her shoes followed by her socks.

Katie shoved her feet into my face, “they must smell worse now.”

I breathed in her earthy scent, “I wouldn’t say ‘worse’, Miss Katie, just… ‘stronger’. In an intoxicating way.”

She dropped her feet into my hands and I massaged them for a few minutes while she finished her drink. When she was satisfied she put her feet on the ground and spread her legs. I crawled up to the couch between them and took a hold of her gym pants, slipped them under her ass, and pulled them off her legs. I did the same with her panties. She sat up and I pulled her tank top over her head, followed by her sports bra

“Thank you, pet, you’re a good boy.” Even the slightest praise filled me with pride. “Looks like you did a good job cleaning up around here too, even got the cum we left behind. You deserve a reward.”

Since I couldn’t come I knew it wouldn’t be the reward I really wanted. I was worried about how much of a reward it would even be.

“Lay down on your back in the middle of the room.”

Katie grabbed herself a pillow and laid down next to me on her side. She looked down at my cock standing straight up.

“Nice to see that thing is already ready to go. Has it been hard like that all day?”

“Pretty much. At least since you came down for breakfast, Miss Katie.”

“Aww, isn’t that sweet. I know a few fun things you can do with a hard dick.”

Miss Katie took my dick in her hand and started playing with it. She wasn’t stroking it but it still felt nice. She found a bead of pre-cum sitting on the tip, took it with her finger, and brought it to my mouth. I eagerly sucked it clean.

“That’s so damn hot. Can you believe it was only a day ago that I had to force you to clean up your messes?”

“It feels like another lifetime.”

Miss Katie leaned down and kissed me deeply. Even with all the things we had done recently this was our most intimate moment. As our tongues danced I felt her wrap her hand around my dick and start stroking it. I moaned into her mouth. She wasn’t stroking very fast but I was so horny and my dick was so sensitive I feared it wouldn’t take much.

Katie repositioned herself so that my mouth was lined up with her tits. They were still sweaty from her workout and I was happy to lick them. Katie spit in her hand and used it to lube my dick as she started stroking faster. It was getting harder to concentrate on her lovely chest but I did my best, sucking and nibbling on her nipples and kissing her tits all over.

Kate picked up the pace. She found some more pre-cum leaking and this time smeared it on her nipples. I got to lick up my drippings as I worshiped her tits. She snuggled herself in close to me ensuring I could feel her warmth. She laid a leg across mine and slid it up and down, her skin was so smooth. I placed my hand on her thigh and caressed it. I could feel myself getting close now. I let her nipple fall from my mouth, “please stop, Miss Katie.”

“You don’t want me to stroke your cock?”

“Of course I do but you’re going to make me come.”

“And you don’t want to come?”

“I desperately want to but you know I’m not allowed. I don’t want to disobey Miss Caroline!”

“No we couldn’t have that.”

Katie let go of my dick and it throbbed a couple of times. I laid there with my eyes closed just breathing trying to get myself under control. Katie lightly played with my nipples.

“Good boy. But I think we can get closer.”

My şerifali escort eyes shot open. Closer?!?

Some more spit and she grabbed my cock again. She started at a medium pace this time. I tried to just focus on not coming but Katie rubbed some more pre-cum on her nipple and dropped it into my mouth again. I couldn’t help but suck on it as she stroked faster. She added a twist to her stroke. I held out for a few minutes at this pace though it felt much longer. I tried pulling my cock from her but she never let go.

Finally I screamed, “stop, stop, stop, stop…”

Katie gave me one last stroke before letting go. My cock throbbed over and over and dripped pre-cum on my belly.

“Don’t come,” Katie said in a singsong voice. She collected all the pre-cum she could find and fed it to me. Sucking her fingers clean just made me want to come even more.

Katie only let me recover for a minute before wrapping her hand around my cock again. She stroked my dick hard and fast.

“Don’t come…”

After a dozen strokes she let go of my cock and rubbed my balls.

“Don’t. Come.”

My hips involuntarily made little thrusts hoping to connect my dick with something to help push me over the edge but there was nothing but air. Miss Katie just laughed at my predicament.

She repeated this pattern over and over. Giving my cock a dozen or so fast strokes to bring me to the edge then letting go and watching it throb and drip. Of course any pre-cum that leaked out was fed to me. Sometimes she’d let me recover between strokes, other times she’d barely take a breath before bringing me to the edge again.

After a torturous hour or so (that felt like a day) and being pushed to the edge more times than I could count Miss Katie let me really rest between stroking sessions. I was worried this meant something big was coming. As I laid there with my eyes closed trying to calm down any way I could Miss Kaite ran her hands along my body.

She started simply with a few basic strokes before she brought her hand to my mouth.

“Spit.”

I gave her as much as I could muster. I still had her panties around by neck, she lifted the crotch of them up onto my nose. The small of her arousal from this morning was intoxicating. She started stroking my dick very slowly using my spit as lube. But she sped up with each stroke. After a long buildup she got back to a fast pace again. I was moving my hips all around trying to get away but she had a strong grip on my cock.

“Don’t come.”

She stroked faster.

“DON’T COME.”

She stroked faster still

“DON’T! COME!”

“Then please stop!”

“No.”

She continued stroking. I really didn’t know if I could take much more. In desperation I grabbed her wrist to slow her down. Her free hand reached out and slapped the head of my dick.

“Fuck!”

“Don’t you dare!” she slapped me again, “all you’re allowed to do is lay there and not come. Sit on your hands.”

I let go and slipped my hands under my ass. She put her hand under my mouth for more spit and then went right back to quickly stroking me. The pain of the slaps had softened my dick some but her stroking had me rock hard again.

I was right back in the same predicament as I was before I grabbed her arm but now I was worried she just wouldn’t stop. Worried that I would disappoint Miss Caroline but also excited at the idea of finally being able to come. She moved her thumb so it rubbed on the underside of my head with each stroke. I could feel my cum starting to rise.

“Don’t come.”

But I desperately wanted to come. Even the thought of Miss Caroline could barely hold me back.

“I’m so close! I’m about to come!” I gave in to my animalistic needs, “oh god please let me come!”

Miss Katie stopped stroking immediately. I thrust my hips in the air but there was nothing to help me over, “just one more stroke, please!”

Miss Katie laughed as she squeezed the base of my cock with one hand and with her other hand squeezed my balls and pulled them down. I stared at my cock as it throbbed in her hand. The feeling that I was about to come never went away but I didn’t get release either. More pre-cum leaked out but no actual cum. I was sitting right on the edge of an orgasm and couldn’t get over, Miss Katie was holding me there expertly. It was an exhilarating and terrible sensation. Like knowing you’re about to have the world’s biggest sneeze but it won’t happen no matter what you do. Eventually she let go and we watched my cock twitch as she ran her fingers around the area collecting pre-cum.

“I was worried you wouldn’t be able to stop that time.”

“At the end I didn’t want to.”

“I know, that was very bad of you,” she teased, “but you didn’t come, Miss Caroline will be happy.”

“Thank you for stopping me, Miss Katie.”

“It was my pleasure, pet.”

She brought her hands to my mouth so I could clean the pre-cum from them.

“Did you ever think you’d be thanking a beautiful woman for not letting you come?”

“No,” I laughed, my body still shaking from being so close, “but I never thought any of the last day and a half would happen.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s true,” Katie laughed, “would you change anything that’s happened so far?”

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Rollo’s Surety Ch. 02

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Ass

Three years earlier

“Presenting…” proclaimed His Majesty’s announcer, I walked from his side head on high. “Sir Gozlin de Lorraine!”

“Presenting…” proclaimed Lothair’s announcer “Sir Jacques de Bouillon.”

On the other side stood the champion of Lothair, brother of my liege Charles the bald, and claimant to this this area. A sword on one hand and a round shield on the other. He looked fierce, his full-body chain mail made him look inexpungable, his hazel eyes stared with sizzling determination, but I wasn’t the least intimidated, and I hadn’t been for a long time “swords are for losers” I scoffed. It had been many years since I had known anything close to defeat, it had simply become too easy, I had concluded a while ago that there wasn’t probably a man in the world who could rival me. Any kind of nervousness I had ever felt from combats was by now almost extinguished, for no matter who I faced I was already two to three steps ahead; I could even see the conclusion of each duel almost two seconds before its end.

This proved no different, my opponent certainly was skilful, as all champions ought to be, but nothing out of the ordinary, which meant that for me he was merely a chore. I was used to seeing their surprise as they noticed that my skills where far beyond the ordinary, his feet shifted on the grass stepping back and his eyes turning wide, trying to find an opening, which I of course had already anticipated. With a distracting blow to the right with my lance I managed to close the distance between myself and him and, with blinding movement, grab his sword arm with my weak arm. Despite and all of his well-practiced attempts at pushing me away I stood in place, unshakeable. My strength was too much for him, I was too much for him, I let go of my lance and placed my now free hand under his shield. Pushing down, my weight fell on top of him. Now all he could do was thrash aimlessly, I didn´t bother to even pretend this was difficult, I looked all around at the staring impressed faces, a familiar sight. He tapped twice, thrice on the ground. I stood up and waited for His Majesty to raise my arm, feeling the wave of cheers explode on my side, a familiar feel.

——-

I was sure that he was just doing it to impress me. I just didn’t see the point really, was he trying to drive home the message that I wasn’t a one-hundredth of the man he was? Because if so, I that had already been well understood, no matter how much pride and resentment got in my way. If he didn’t, why was it that he seemed to remove his tunic whenever and only when he was oaring in front of me?

It was impossible not to admire this supreme specimen of a man though, the way those massive boulder-sized shoulders connected and worked in sync with his enormous pectorals and thick-veined arms was something that approached watching a god in action. A primordial tuzla escort being of rock. A golem of the old Jewish magicians. Every time he pushed his oars into the water the lurch forward caused by his individual contribution could be physically felt, which was why he rowed at the back where he could target both sides at the same time and not alter the course of the vessel.

I was awed by the sight of his biceps when they were at the peak of their movement, their size could easily have covered my whole face, which at times I felt myself wishing they did before pushing the thought away. When he bent forward, I could see the space between his chest contract and complete disappear, which got me wondering what kind of pressure was built-up inside that steel-hard cage and what would happen if anything or anyone was unlucky enough to be stuck between them at the moment that they closed.

For hours on end I was forced to stare at the mechanical perfection of his intercostal muscles working in conjunction with his abdominals, each muscle was accounted for and visible under his waist, which was thicker than mine, not because of fat, but due to the sheer girth of the sheets of sinew beneath it. This landscape of masculinity was accentuated by the water that was constantly washing over him, seeping into the nooks and deep crevices that formed in the spaces between these vast, wave-commanding structures.

——-

A sheltered fire had been lit one night, camping by the river. Hrólfr wasn’t around, I actually had no idea where he was though no one seemed the least bit worried.

Although I was quickly learning up on my Norse as I was absolutely forced to, but I wasn’t able to converse in it yet. Therefore, it dawned late on me that I had begun hearing the word “glima” all around me. It was a word I did not know, and I wondered what it’s cause was, all I could see was that the Vikings had started removing their tunics.

“What’s happening?” I asked in Frankish, “glima” answered Áki. “Well I had figured that out…” I rolled my eyes. “What is Gilma?” “Ermmm…push body to floor” “What?” “Body to floor” He stooped, made a gesture as if to hug someone and push to the floor. “Ah…wrestling” I said, and the instant the word slipped out of my mouth I both dreaded and knew what was going to happen.

“The frank will play too!”

I tried to dismiss it all with gesture, but I don’t think anything in history had ever been ignored as much before.

“We show how.”

So it was that Yngvar and Erik bent over, locked heads into each other’s shoulders, grabbed their backs and started trying to wrestle each other to the floor. Sand was lifted off the beach as they both pushed and thrusted, trying to outmuscle each other, but beyond that they tried to find a way to outwit. They both tried to find openings to getto each other’s legs göztepe escort so as to grab it just in time and tumble the other. In the end, after a push Erik managed to grab hold of one leg, making Yngvar fall, both coming down laughing on top of each other.

“Now your turn frank,” declared Áki, and walked before me.

I stood there, frozen for a moment, too conscious of all the eyes staring at me and I shyly began to remove my tunic.

There it was, in full sight the first humiliation of the night, as it was clear that all these men, even Harald, where more heavily built than me, a knight. Their backs were wider, their chests firmer, and even though I tried to nonchalantly flex my arms for them to appear bigger I couldn’t quite reach the size theirs had when relaxed. I started feeling cold on my skin, but still I walked forward. Feeling their eyes, “what could they be thinking?” on me.

“Okay,” said Áki his warm smile emoting from within his goldish goatee, “let’s put heads on arms like you saw them.” ‘Please just let it be size’ I thought frantically, “now hand on backs,” ‘Damn…fuck, please let the hardness just be superficial.’ But I knew what was going to happen “Now let us go!”

I could barely have called it resistance; despite I gave my best push I felt myself swept away by a torrent of strength. My own muscles giving in to Norseman’s superior ones, not even registering as opposition. In an instant I found myself on the floor, with Áki’s breath and weight above me and the clamour of the celebrating men around me. He hadn’t even needed to outmanoeuvre me.

“It’s important to push as hard as you can as soon as it starts.”

“Aha,” I said, looking away.

“Let us try again.”

I could find no possible answer to that without seeming like I was afraid, so I acceded wordlessly. This time it seemed Áki had even given me two seconds of advantage, just waiting there to counter my strength, but despite this I couldn’t move him an inch. It was like trying to move a boulder, all I could feel was my struggling body against the stubborn hardness of his. Instantaneously he was on me again but now with his groin pressing against mine. His abs digging into my stomach. His chest crushing my own.

“I guess you need someone with less experience.” He said from on top of me, ruffling my hair.

“Yeah. Maybe.”

He helped me up with a strong grip which didn’t even buckle slightly under my weight, and the next moment the other Vikings were wrestling each other, contesting inside the circle. The fire reflecting dark shadows on their glistening rugged bodies, revealing deep clefs within. Now as everyone shouted gleefully around them, I knew what was coming, soon they’d ask me again to fight a less experienced Viking. And soon enough they did, when the little rock shelter was starting to smell of sweat when üsküdar escort I was called up again. Unable to refuse, I secretly wished that maybe it was just Áki who was exceedingly strong, so again I put my hands on a Viking’s trapezius, dismaying again at their hardness and yet again falling to Yngvar, and to the blonde Özur, and to Harald and to Erik and the result repeated itself over and over, my muscles yielding inexorably to theirs. My hands slipping helplessly on their sweaty bulging hides.

I was now on the floor for umpteenth time and tears were welling in my eyes as I got up, I attempted to hide them and looked away “I’m useless without my lance,” I muttered.

But before anyone could see my face a voice came from the mouth of the shelter: “Havin’ fun without me?” I could barely make out the words. It was my captor, his enormous frame covering a large part of the starry sky. I saw some run in to come talk to him and heard some laughter and discussions. It was at this moment, when they stood in full height side by side, that I realized that some of the Vikings were almost as tall as Hrólfr, they just seemed so much smaller due to his girth.

After some more talking I saw Hrólfr open his large arm span and five of the Vikings, Özur, Áki, Niáll, Yngvar and Erik placed themselves against him, two under each armpit, one with his head between the backs of the other two, and the others providing support from behind.

It was then that I felt something come loose inside me, something twitch, for when the five men, each of whom I had been helpless against started pushing, Hrólfr didn’t even flinch, in fact that he started sniggering and with a confident grin started pushing them easily into the middle of our little cave, this made me feel I was shrinking in place. The two at the front flailed trying to get hold of his gargantuan calves but it was useless. They just swatted aimlessly as I had when facing each of them. As soon as they reached the middle, he swung his bestial arms and cast all five of them onto the floor under him with a great bellow. He flexed both his arms in triumph, letting the immense biceps underneath his tunic strain against his sleeves. Veins accentuating their size.

The crowd cheered ecstatically at their leader´s power, patting themselves on the back and going over to celebrate him.

I stood in a corner taking in what had just happened, feeling weaker and more vulnerable than I had ever done in my life. They formed the circle again, the musky smell of their sweat, of men that I couldn’t hold a candle to, who could pin me down without a second thought, overpowered me. I felt a curious, inexplicable (very explicable in other situations) hardness emerge from between my legs. And it was then that Hrólfr decided to stand behind me. His monolithic shadow drowning my frame completely.

“Enjoying it?”

“Mmmhmm” I barely muttered, not turning to look, aware that the immense shadow I was submerged in had started to remove its tunic.

“Wanna go at it you and me?” I almost heard a chuckle in his voice.

“No,” I whispered, for the first time in the night.

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Cumshot

Savannah Miller dropped her bag on the kitchen counter, opened the fridge and located a cucumber in the vegetable crisper.

Lying down, she pull down her undies and slid the cold, hard cucumber over her clit and juicy pussy. When she was satisfied that it was wet enough she slammed the cucumber into her pussy hole, fucking herself with all she had.

Savannah and her father lived alone in the two bedrooms home, after her mother had left them years before.

She’d always felt sorry for her dad, him being alone. But nowadays she felt sorry for him in other ways. Sorry that he had no sexual partners.

This she knew because she’d often stood outside his bedroom door late at night, listening to him wanking himself off.

This always made her very, very horny and she would end up on the floor herself, plunging her fingers into her sopping wet pussy, bringing herself to endless orgasms.

Once, she’d even hidden in her dad’s closet and watched him make himself cum all over the bed sheets.

After this, Savannah had had a burning desire for her father. She wanted him to shove his thick, large and pulsating cock into her hot wet pussy and fuck the brains out of her.

Hearing her dad’s car pull up in the front drive way she quickly jumped up, threw now sticky cucumber deep into the compost bin and ran up the stairs to her bedroom, pretending to do her home work.

As far as she knew, her dad never suspected a thing.

Later that night after he thought Savannah had gone to bed, her dad Brad had closed himself into his study, turned on his computer and began acıbadem escort his now nightly routine of searching the internet for stories and films of fathers and their daughters together; fucking sucking and licking.

One video in particular was his favourite. The father and daughter duo always reminded him of himself and his 18 year old daughter savannah.

His cock was growing hard and stiff inside his trousers as he watched the movie, making sure the sound was down low as not to awaken his daughter.

He unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock, slowly jerking himself off.

Suddenly he heard a noise behind him and he quickly turned around, catching a glimpse of Savannah running up the stairs.

He shut off his computer and proceeded up the stairs himself. All he could think about was his daughter being disgusted with him at what she had just witnessed.

He slowly knocked on her door. “Come in Daddy”

Brad opened the door and was shocked to see Savannah lying down on her bed, naked except for a bra and a pair of see through undies, with her fingers rapidly plunging in and out of her pussy.

His eyes opened wide at the site before him. “Sa-savannah, what are you doing?”

His cock, which had deflated from the fear of being caught, had once again come to a stiff and throbbing state at what he was seeing.

“Daddy, there’s no need to be embarrassed!” Savannah stood up, and walked over to her dad; once she’d reached him she slowly, seductively undid the buttons on his shirt, running her fingers softly of the hard taunt flesh atalar escort beneath it.

“Honey, please. You need to stop before things get out of hand!” Brad trembled at his daughters touch.

Savannah ignored him. “Daddy, I just want to see what exciting things you have hiding in your trousers, please show me Daddy”, she whispered seductively.

Stunned, Brad nodded in agreement, as he unzipped his trousers, and pulled them and his boxers to the ground and stepped out of them.

His rock hard cock was a beautiful sight to his horny daughter. She’d longed to see her dad’s cock, to touch it, to suck and lick it and to feel it pounding into her ever since she was 16.

Brad, after taking his time getting accustomed to the situation finally began to take control of himself.

“It’s my turn to see you baby”, he said as he undid her bra clasp. Her breasts, full and her nipples erect tumbled out of their casing.

Brad gasped at the beauty of them. He’d always known his daughter was a stunner, but he’d never let himself imagine he’d ever be able see her in her beautiful nakedness as he was now.

“I’ve wanted you for so long daddy, to feel you inside me” Savannah told him in a low and sexy tone.

“Baby, are you sure you want to do all this? Because if you say yes, there is no turning back. I’m going to make you mine.” He warned her.

Savannah just smiled in reply, grabbed his arms and lead him over to the bed.

She knelt down, grasped his cock in her hand, getting excited when she saw the pre cum leaking out of the little hole on the aydınlı escort head. She eagerly lapped it up, kissing his head.

She licked up the sides of his cock, sucking on his balls until they were ready to explode.

She took his cock into her mouth, pumping him for all she was worth.

He grabbed the top of her head, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her hot mouth.

Finally, just before he was about to blow, he pushed Savannah down onto her bed, and rested his cock on her pussy lips. Using his hand, he rubbed his cock head over her clit until she began moaning, once he’d decided she was wet enough, and slid his cock into the opening of her pussy hole.

“Daddy, fuck me. Fuck me daddy, FUCK ME” She screamed.

Brad plunged his cock inside of her. In and out, in and out. She bucked her hips in response, forcing his cock deeper into her hot, tight pussy.

Brad had never fucked someone so tight, and finally after years of fantasising, he got to fuck his daughter. His beautiful sweet daughter.

Finally when he was once again about to explode, he went to withdraw his cock from her pussy, but Savannah stopped him.

“No daddy. I want it; fill me up with your hot sperm. Fill me up till I burst!”

Brad was shocked but did as she asked, releasing stream after stream of hot sticky cum into his daughters tight pussy.

He leaned down, running his hot tongue over her lips. She opened her mouth and let his tongue tangle with hers in a hot and deep passionate kiss.

“Oh daddy, I’ve wanted you for so, so long!” she whispered, worn out from their vigorous fucking.

Brad smiled, “Don’t worry baby. You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had, and no way in hell am I not fucking you again.”

Savannah smiled, “Good, because I want to be your fucking slut. I want your cock in me every chance I get!”

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Finding Our Way Ch. 03

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Brunette

Chapter Three: College, man!

Part 1

After my mother rode me on the den couch like it was her last chance for freedom, we lay there spent, soaking in our fluids; Mom still straddling me and my dick slowly shrinking its way out of her warm center.

A few minutes of panting, then she turned to point her mouth at my ear and said, “Well, that’s one ass print on one side of the den couch. Looks like we’ve still got a lot of work ahead of us.” We both chuckled. Mom had promised that she would “see to it that we leave an ass, knee or head print on every surface in this house.” The sofa was a three-setter, and there were two guest chairs on either side of it. Plus there was the den floor, and that was only the one room.

That little project would have to wait. We both needed time to recover. We ate cold scrambled eggs and toast, and then headed to the kitchen for tall glasses of water and short glasses of juice. Finally we took an overdue shower. There was some light play there (some stroking, squeezing and nipple twisting,) but no marks would be left in that shower today.

Most of the rest of the day was dull. We’d left our finished dinner on the dining room table the night before, and our afternoon breakfast needed to be cleaned up too. The bed sheets needed to be changed and the sofa to be cleaned. And even when all that was done, Mom only offered “Hanky Panky” as a reward for when I’d finished up a paper I’d been putting off that week.

It was time for dinner by the time I’d finished, so we ate first and went to bed early for desert. Mom wore an olive green chemise so I could “unwrap” my reward. The soft green of the lingerie set off the sharper brighter green of her eyes, and the high hem accentuated the curve of her thighs. Pulling it up over her head made me sigh with bliss. Laying her across the bedspread and lying between those thighs was like coming home even though I’d never left the house.

Remembering the lessons learned early that afternoon, I didn’t slam my cock into her. I stroked her black hair and traced her high cheek bones and held her gaze as I inched my erection slowly into her. She was wet and ready like she’s always been. I stopped after the first third of me was in anyway, and pulled slightly out. Her eyes on me widened with surprise, and her mouth opened slightly as she took in a breath. I pressed slowly back in, two thirds of my length this time. Her eyes crinkled and her smile deepened. She chuckled softly.

“Oh my,” she said playfully. “You really did take my observations to hea….Ahhh!” I’d pulled out again. “Ohhhh, babyyyy!” she cooed as I pressed all the way in this time.

We kissed deeply and she hummed in pleasure. Her dancer’s legs wrapped around me, as she knows I like that, and I proceeded to stroke in a slow steady pace. “Mmm, that’s soooo gooood.”

For no rational reason, I decided that I would keep stroking in and out of my mother at this slow pace for as long as I possibly could; hours if I could manage it. For the first ten or fifteen minutes, Mom oohed and ahhed and stroked my hair and caressed my butt. After another five minutes she asked me if I was trying to be sarcastic or something. Without missing a beat, I assured her that I wasn’t being a smart-alek. I just wanted to see how long we could go like this.

We kissed and enjoyed it, but finally, Mom said she couldn’t handle any more. I just grinned and said, “This is what I’m givin’ you, so this is what you’re gonna get.”

She laughed at her “naughty boy,” and squealed. She bucked her pelvis up to make it happen faster. She twisted her hips and clutched at my cock with all the power her vaginal muscles could apply in the hopes of driving me crazy. She dug her finger nails into my ass, and tried to kick me with the backs of her heels. She called it “sweet torture,” and nibbled at my ear lobes.

When she really couldn’t stand it anymore she warned me, “pick up the pace, or you’ll have to take that thing out of me.” I had to stop as we laughed together in the dark.

I kissed her again, and said, “You don’t really want me to pull out of you, do you?”

“No!” she said, and wrapped me up tight with her muscled arms and legs.
“Hmmm. Let me think about that one,” I said. And then I slammed my cock into her, and went at it full speed.

“Hallelujah!” she called out, still kind of laughing. We went at it like animals until she shrieked, squirmed and came all over my pole twice and I shot my balls dry deep into my mother’s glorious hole. Then we fell asleep, sticky, in each other’s arms.

In the morning on Sunday we repeated it, but this time, Mom was the “sweet torturer” on top, and I was the one bucking and begging. Sometimes, Mom would sit upright, stare at me with my cock balls-deep in her, and slowly squeeze tighter and tighter. She held my hands, so I couldn’t touch her tempting orbs glowing above me in the late Spring morning light. Eventually I calmed down and concentrated on flexing my cock, expanding the head deep in her womb. She smiled appreciatively, and began to shift her hips forwards and backwards.

In some ways she outclassed kaynarca escort me in this game. She could be so still when she wanted to. But I refused to ever threaten to stop if she didn’t “pick up the pace.”

“Say it.” she offered. “Threaten to leave the bed, and I’ll have to fuck you like you want!”

“I won’t say that, Mom,” I said, making my cock head swell in her deeps as I did. “I’m staying in this bed as long as you’ll have me.”

I could see a light film of sweat on her brow, and she strained to resist the urge to bounce on my balls. “Come on, Kevin, that’s the game. You make the – Uhh, Oh God – final threat, and then we can really cut loose on each other. Just say you’ll take your sweet cock away, and we can…” her hips began to swivel, and it felt like sun rays were about to shoot out of her pussy, it was so good.

I sat up, and put my arms around her tiny waist. “I can’t say that, Mom. I could stay deep in you all day. I’d be grateful to be able to see and kiss your amazing naked body until we both pass out. I love being inside you. The only thing that would make me stop is you telling me to stop, or if you fucked me so hard I couldn’t stay in.”

I tilted my head back so we could kiss a gentle and loving kiss. Then she put her hands on my shoulders, and shoved me roughly back onto the mattress.

“That’ll have to be good enough!” she declared, and then she did things to me…I can barely understand it. She squeezed and bounced, stretching my dick (which I’d thought would be too rigid for such treatment.) She threw her torso into dance-like circles, making her tits and hair seem to float in their momentum. Her flat belly bent and stretched and arched in ways that were simply inspirational. It was like I was suddenly caught in a hurricane (this was way too hot and wet for a tornado) of my mother’s sex.

Somehow, despite the downright gymnastic maneuvers, she was talking – shouting most of the time, really – the filthiest dirty talk I’d heard from her yet. A sample would include something like, “Ohhhhhh FUCK yes, give me that FUCKing monster! Fuck your hot little bitch! You like my little pussy, don’t you!? UH! FUCK! YES! FUCK IT! PLANT that goddamn cock in my cunt! You WANT to stay in here, DON’T YOU!? You WANT to stay in my PUSSY, don’t you!? OH! OH OH OH OH YES YES YES YES!!!!” But there was much much more.

All I could do was hold onto her hips to make sure she didn’t fly away. Eventually, she flopped her torso down on top of mine. Her tits pressed hard against my chest, and her hips were still working my dick like a manic obsession. She kissed me deeply. My hands were still on her hips. I was pretty much stunned by how wild she’d become, so it didn’t occur to me to do anything more than hold onto my mother’s hips for dear life.

“Put it in.” she whispered into my ear, still fucking like a runaway train. I was so dazzled by her magnificence, that I didn’t get her meaning. I was already in, and it felt like a miracle. “Put it in like you did the other night,” she continued. “No other man has been allowed inside my ass even once…Uuuuuhhh Ohhhhh!…but you can give it your finger a second time. You make it feel so good! I never knew it could feel good!” She nibbled at my ear. “Go ahead, and violate my ass while your cock is ripping up my pussy. My pussy is for your use, and my ass is here for you too.” I happily obliged, and she cried out “OH! OHHHHH!” And we kissed. My cock was being thrashed around my mother’s cunt, my middle finger was up her ass, and my tongue was in her mouth; reaching for the back of her throat. Mom was about as covered as she could be. She came like Krakatoa, and I easily came along with her.

It was early afternoon by the time we finished, and we moved about slowly, doing our ablutions. We didn’t dare shower together; unsure we could resist the urge to start things up again and unsure we’d survive if things did start up again. We ate a cold lunch, and just lay together on the couch in front of some boring Sunday afternoon feature. We kissed a lot, but neither of us could handle much more than that.

Besides, I had to head out soon for beers with my ex-girlfriend Kim and some mutual friends. My mother, of all people, had arranged it.

“Are you sure you want me to go?”

“Of course,” Mom was genuinely confused. “Why wouldn’t I be? I’m a big girl, you know.”

“Oh, I know.” I said, smiling. I rubbed gently at the front of Mom’s crotch, and her breath caught in her throat. “I just want to make sure that you won’t dry up down there from neglect.”

She laughed, resting her hand on mine. “Oh, I’m super good for now. Feels like it’s positively glowing down there still.”

“Good. Let’s try to keep it that way,” I said with my smile renewed.

“You can check me out when you get back. If you’re not satisfied that I have gotten enough attention, we can rectify it then. But I’ll be fine for at least a few hours.” She gave me a wry smile. “Go! Have fun!”

I went. But it didn’t turn out to be much fun.

Part 2

I slammed the door behind me, and I heard a splash somewhere in the back of küçükyalı escort the house; Mom’s bathroom, most likely.

“Who’s there?!” her voice called from the bedrooms. She sounded nervous.

“Don’t worry, Mom. It’s just me.”

“Kevin?” she called, coming down from her fright. “I wasn’t expecting you for at least another three or four hours.”

For a moment the TV cliche came to mind; The woman’s voice nervously saying, “I didn’t expect you home so soon!” and the man discovering her with someone else. But I doubted very much that she’d had time or strength for another lover at this point. Frankly, I told myself, if the marathon of sex play we’ve been engaged in has fallen so far short that she’s already taken an extra lover, then I don’t stand a chance anyway.

“I hope I haven’t interrupted you in the middle of something.” I called back.

“What? Oh. Kevin, please just come back here. I’m giving myself a headache shouting in here.” I heard the waters of the tub swish again. Sure enough, I found Mom in the tub of the bathroom attached to what had gone from her bedroom to our bedroom.

Her raven hair was slicked back behind her and her head was tipped back; eyes closed. Everything else was completely submerged and there were bubbles, so I couldn’t see much of my mother’s beautiful body. I whistled a cat call anyway from the doorway. Her eyes opened, and she turned those green peepers on me. “Hi!” said my dear mother as her face lit up. “Why are you back so early, Sexy?”

I guess I was still surly from what had happened at the bar and my suspicions lingered, because I said, “Why? Are you disappointed to see me?” I realized immediately what an asshole I sounded like, so I tried joking. “You got someone hiding under those bubbles you don’t want me to know about?”

Mom turned away from me, closed her eyes and tilted her head back again. She took a deep breath, and considered her answer. I felt like a first class idiot, but before I could even begin to apologize, she said, “What is under these bubbles, Kevin, is for your personal and exclusive pleasure. You know that by now, don’t you?”

“Yes, of course. I’m sorry I said that.”

“I wasn’t kidding about what I said, Sweetheart,” she said turning to me again. “I’ll get out of this tub right now if that’s what you want. You can have my pussy covered in suds. All you have to do is ask for it. I’ll sit on your lap, or spread out on the floor for you. You can come over to me, and I’ll suck on that beast of yours until you fill my belly with your cream. Or I can get on my soapy knees in the doorway where you’re standing. I’ll take every fantastic inch of you, Kevin, and I’ll say ‘Thank you’ when we’re done.”

I was floored by her response. I was stiffening by the second, but couldn’t articulate a thought if one were to pass through my skull.

“But,” she continued, still holding me with her eyes. “You really have given me quite a workout these last few days. You’ve pushed my little body beyond all the limits I’ve ever known. I’d be ever so grateful if you’d let Mommy have a little more rest before you play with her again.”

I was pitching a tent in my shorts from all this sexy talk. “Anything you want, Mom. But you’ve got a hell of a way of asking for it.”

“I just want you to know that I’m not pushing you away. I want you to know that I really am…here…for you.”

She was completely serious. I could hardly believe it, but I knew that she would bend over for me there in the tub if I asked her to. But I also realized that she was really pretty tired out from the week of exploration and experimentation we’d enjoyed. She needed a rest, but there was still plenty more to come. “Thanks, Mom. That actually helps cheer me up a bit.”

“Why? What’s bothering you anyway? Didn’t you have a good time with Kimberly and your friends? I can’t believe that Kim would do anything to upset you. I mean, I know you two are broken up – to my boundless good fortune – but I really believed that she genuinely wanted to remain friends with you.”

“No. If anything, Kim was as upset as I was. She kept elbowing Doobie in the ribs.”

“Doobie!?” Mom said with a hint of disgust. “She still hangs out with that guy?”

“He’s her oldest friend, Mom, though you wouldn’t think so judging by the things he was saying once he got a few drinks down the hatch.”

“Ugh. What a ridiculous little turd.” Doobie had come to visit once while I was dating Kim. He had leered at my mother quite a lot, and had never failed to rave about her hotness whenever I was around since. I’ve always suspected that he tried to grab her ass or something when he visited, but Mom would never say. “I’ve never asked; how did he come by that ridiculous name?”

“Apparently, he was even skinnier and weedier when he and Kim were kids, and some older boys said he looked like a rolled up joint; a doobie. The name stuck, and he’s taken it as something of a life direction, if you catch my drift. He thinks he can excuse every asshole thing he does by being high when he does it. ‘Aw, C’mon, man! I was high!’ Well, high or straight, sancaktepe escort he really pissed me off tonight.”

“Ugh. Just talking about that rodent makes my skin crawl. I need to get out of this bath,” Mom said. She used her foot to open the drain, and stood up to rinse off. The lines of her 5’9″ dance-toned body were lean, sleek and shinny with suds. I could almost feel how slippery her skin must be with gobs of bubbles running down her breasts and thighs. I moaned a complaint when she closed the shower curtain. “I’m rinsing off, Kevin, and I don’t want to splatter the whole bathroom. I need to feel clean now.” The shower head spurted to life behind the curtain.

“Wow. You really do hate Doobie as much as I do. Fess up. What did he ever do to make you loath him so much.

She didn’t answer right away. Once she was clean, she grabbed a towel, and dabbed herself clean. Once she was satisfied, she put on a terrycloth robe, and lead me to the bedroom, saying, “Let’s just say I have always had excellent taste in men. It’s why I decided to go ahead and marry your father. It’s why I know to be grateful that I get to feel your warm body in bed with me each night, and it’s why I know that Doobie is scum.” She sat primly on the bed, giving no indication that she could remember all we had already done on it or all that we still might do. “So what did he say that, luckily for me, sent you home early?”

“He said I must be gay.”

Mom laughed loud and hard at that, and her hand grazed subconsciously over her groin through the thick robe. “Well, that is one comment you and I both know couldn’t be further from the truth! I’m still sore from this afternoon.”

I licked my lips at the mention of my mother’s aching cunt, but I held to the conversation. “That’s part of the problem…or at least part of what could become the problem. Doobie said, ‘Dude, you must be some kinda faggot to dump someone as fine as my Kimmie!’ She hates it when he calls her that. She seemed really embarrassed by what he’d said. He asked me if I had my eye on another girl, and, when I told him no, he said, “Then you must be a homo to walk away from sexy here!’ What a shithead.” The one point I couldn’t dispute is that Kim was sexy. She was athletic; hard bodied with a pretty face. Even that night she looked hot as hellfire, but – despite her beauty and sex appeal – our sex life just hadn’t been satisfying. It wasn’t entirely her fault, I was beginning to realize, but we weren’t quite as compatible as I needed. She was still good people, though, and we were still trying to remain friends…with no help from her obviously-jealous friend Doobie.

“Well he insulted Kim more than you. It suggests that she dates only gay men, because – according to Doobie’s logic – none of her previous boyfriends would have let her leave them if they had been straight.”

“I know, and I think she knew it too. But that’s not a real problem for Kim. She’ll have no problem picking up a new boyfriend the second she decides she’s open to having one, but I…as far as any of these guys will know I’m not going to have another girlfriend. I’m not giving up what I’ve found with you for anything, but obviously no one else can know about it. So that’s going to mean that – as far as my friends will be concerned – Kim will be the last, and there won’t be another woman in my life. It’ll be easy for them to believe more and more that I’m gay.”

Mom listened carefully, and nodded very slightly at my conclusions. She thought it over for a few more beats, and then spoke with a decisive tone. “Here’s what I think, Kevin: I think you’ve only got a few more months before you graduate from college. I think it makes sense if you say you’re just too busy finishing your classes and moving paperwork around to finalize your graduation to think about women. When you’ve graduated, you’ll be too focused on getting a good job and then on kick starting your career. These are all decent enough reasons for not having time for chasing skirts (except for mine when we’re alone.) By then I’m sure the joke will have died down, you’ll have made some new friends who are not idiots and I’m pretty sure we will come up with a more long lasting solution. We’ll think of a way of excusing your sexual attention so you can keep showering it on lucky little me.”

“You didn’t see the other guys, though. I think they were all pretty jealous while I was dating Kim. I’ve got a feeling that they will be merciless over the next months.”

My mother tugged gently at the belt of her robe. I could see the inner curve of each of her breasts now, the linear muscle definition on her stomach that led to her belly button and the soft line of black hair on her pubic mound. “Listen to me, Kevin. This is what you will do: You will go on to finish your studies. I know that you can’t completely avoid your friends or their teasing, and I’m not going to tell you not to feel angry and frustrated at their jokes and jabs. But I want you to take all that anger – all that frustration – and I want you to hold it inside. Then I want you to bring it home. And I want you to bring it here.” She rubbed her pubic mound gently, and stared at me with a devious smile. “You’re going to give it to me. Right here. Every day. And I’m going to take it. And I’m going to make you feel so soooo much better. Does that sound good to you?” I nodded. “Good, it sounds great to me too. I can hardly wait!”

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My life in Syria was nearing the completion of its first year. Much I had learned during this time in terms of local customs, behaviour and cultural barriers. But one thing had certainly undergone a profound change: my personal perception of the Arab woman in her society and towards me in particular. Of course, encounters between men and women were not as easy and manifold as in the Western society. But when they happened, they climaxed in such an incredible amount of energy and unleashed a longing previously unknown for me. From the few sexual encounters that I had had with Syrian women I was able to gather that they were unparalleled in their amazing intensity.

So I did not regard women in this society as a strict taboo anymore but happily played their little games of flirtatious interchange, be it on the streets, in restaurants and cafés or in official meetings. Apart from opening some side doors when it came to gathering information or needing a special favour within the governmental sector, this behaviour rewarded me with some gorgeous smiles and little, unintentional touches of the hands. But of course this did not really satisfy my physical needs, but could only be seen as a nice interlude.

A major challenge and constant source of my special attention represented one of the secretaries of our office. Going by the beautiful name of Rabab, she was a grown woman of 34 years of age. However, her actual life style and behaviour would have been more that of a 22-year old. Unmarried for unknown reasons, she was very shy and hardly had any self-esteem. This stood in harsh contrast to my perception of her female attractiveness that she was obviously unaware of: petite but agile figure; rather slender body but with a nice, round ass; small but well-shaped breasts; short dark and full hair; big, round and trustful eyes; and perfect, shapely lips that originally must have been created exclusively for kissing.

However, she was obviously not aware of all those fine qualities that I gazed at every day in the office. I had tried various times to bring her out of her shell. While sometimes she seemed quite happy about my attention and my compliments and responded with flirtatious looks, sooner or later she would lose her confidence and simply let the advances from my side peter out. Although I seemed to detect more than once a deeply hidden spark of enthusiasm and passion in her, she seemed decided to fit into her self-prescribed role of the office’s grey mouse.

When spring time came around, her usual outfit got a little bit more freshened up. One day she came to work with a new, tight t-shirt that revealed the beautiful marble skin colour of her arms as well as a little of her neckline. Surprisingly, she answered to my positive comments with big smile. We had a coffee together and she told me about the pending marriage of her youngest sister. This meant for her that she would stay at home for good and take care of her mother – and she would not have to answer any more gnawing questions about her status as an unmarried woman. Office talk had it that she was in love with a family father and could therefore not consider marriage an option. Seemingly at great ease with this new development in her family, she teased me flirtatiously during our little break.

My spirits were heightened by our encounter and I drew new hope towards getting closer to her. But during the following days I saw her fall back into her same old routine of almost non-existing self-confidence; it was then that a plan started to form in the back of my mind. It could simply not fit in my head that a woman with such beauty and attractiveness could waste away her gifts like this! More and more I was convinced that the reason for this was nobody had actually ever proved to her what she was capable of as a woman – nobody had really brought out the femininity in her.

So I made up my mind: I would try to seduce her in the most pleasing and fulfilling way possible and show her what was really lurking deep down under her surface. A chance presented itself just one week later when she was summoned to accompany my to a meeting in Aleppo as my interpreter – my Arabic was certainly not good enough for conversation at technical level. When she started questioning the sense of her going with me – her usual attempt to sneak out – I put my arm around her and pulled her close to me: “Rabab, you know I always value your services as my interpreter. Without you I would be lost in those meetings, you know that.”

Still she tried to wiggle her way out: “But I am not really good at translating and I just don’t see much sense in me being there!”

I turned her around a little and looked her straight in the eye: “Rabab, there is something else I wanted to tell you. I was really glad to see you so happy just some days ago. Now you appear to have fallen back into your usual routine. We will make this trip to Aleppo a special one, I think you deserve a special treatment…”

“No, I don’t,” bağdatcaddesi escort she interrupted.

“Yes, you do! Now stop this putting yourself down all the time! You are attractive, you are beautiful and you have all it takes to be captivating woman – but you don’t make anything of it. Please give me a chance, just this one evening, and I will spoil you like nobody has ever done before.”

“But…,” she tried stubbornly to protest, but I cut her off.

“Just this one time, please. Let me guide you through a wonderful night, and you won’t regret anything, I promise.” I paused for a little while and searched her eyes. “Do we have a deal?”

She finally surrendered and her answer came as little more than a whisper: “Ok, fine, and I will not complain.” And with a smile half defeated and half proud she confirmed: “I promise.”

Three days later, we were on our way to Aleppo. As usual, she had organized the logistics and reserved us two hotel rooms in one of those wonderfully restored old town houses. Accepting my request for a king-size bed in a half-embarrassed, half-smiling manner, she had dutifully complied. We both did not quite now what to expect from our deal, that was more than clear. During the 4-hour ride in the car, we tried to ease the tension between us by doing small talk, which actually was quite pleasant; never before, I had seen her so blithe, easily laughing away and enjoying the ride and the conversation. Ever so often, our looks met for short intervals: the anticipation of what possibly lay ahead of us was clearly mounting.

Although I did not really know what to make of her behaviour, whether she actually and fully realized the extent of my intentions or not, I knew there was still a considerable chance that she might try to sneak out of our deal. In any way, I would not give her many chances for that. If she really did not want this to go forward, of course she could always move out; but if it was just for her sense of false embarrassment, I would know how to overcome this. My plans to seduce her were unshakable and my preparations were perfect.

We reached Aleppo even before sundown and checked in at the reception to be handed our individual keys. Before Rabab could disappear into her room, I took her aside.

“You remember our deal, don’t you?” Avoiding my direct look, she nodded. “I will make some more preparations and then I will be expecting you in my room at 8 o’clock, is that ok?”

It took her a moment to let my words sink in. She straightened herself and breathed deeply: “Ok, we have a deal and I will keep my promise. I trust that you know what you are doing and that you will be gentle with me.” By now, she looked me straight in the eye. Having made up her mind had obviously lifted some pressure and a hint of pride at herself showed itself in her eyes: “See you at 8.”

With those words, she left me standing in the entrance hall and walked off. This was the first time that I felt the cock in my pants stir at the potential evening entertainment. Until now, I was more worried about the doubtful outcome of this whole scenario, but now I knew it was going forward. With due foresight, I had jerked off in the morning under the shower in order not to get carried away by my own physical needs; this should actually turn out to have been a pretty wise move. I grabbed my bag and climbed up to the room to use the remaining time for my preparations.

At 5 to 8, everything was set the way I wanted it. This evening was unlike other encounters with any woman. Tonight, my own sexual pleasure was only second to what I really had in mind: the sensual seduction of a woman who I respected and who I wanted to take further than ever before in her life. I was going to pull every register to bring her out of her shell into the open, hot atmosphere of sex and passion. This room was to be the stage for her to reach heaven and to realize what it means to be a woman.

After answering her unmistakably shy knocking on my door, I opened and greeted Rabab with one of my happiest smiles. For the occasion, she had matched her habitual jeans with a tight top that left the shoulders bare; she had put on dark make-up that emphasized the oriental features of her face. When I bade her inside, she looked with disbelief at the result of all my preparations: dozens of small candles bathed the entire room in a romantic, warm sea of light; burning incenses converted the air into a sensual journey across the mists of time, when our hotel was home to important merchants along the Silk Road; low instrumental Arabic music provided the appropriate acoustic background. The patchwork cover was folded back from the bed and the erratic movement of the candle lights reflected on the white sheets. On the table next it, an array of different local dishes was waiting invitingly to be eaten.

“Wow,” was all Rabab managed to say. “You did all this for me? I mean, for us and for this evening?”

“I beykoz escort am certainly not expecting anybody else here tonight,” I replied, “and I think it is just about time that somebody gives you some reward and recognition for being such a beautiful and attractive woman.”

“I…, I don’t know what to say, really …” she started.

“Don’t say anything, Rabab, this evening is just for you to enjoy and to be cherished as a woman.” I motioned invitingly to the bed. “Now sit down and relax, I am sure you are hungry, right?”

With that, we took a seat on the bed, pulled the food table closer and heartily enjoyed our evening meal. With every bite, Rabab relaxed visibly and the tension between us gradually eased. After her initial reluctance, she allowed me to lead little bits of bread full of delicacies into her mouth. In the soft light of the candles, her features were strikingly beautiful and the movement of her lips while eating made me hold my breath. If my plan worked, by the end of the night these lips would be working joyfully on my cock.

I used our feeding game to repeatedly caress her cheeks, her neck and her cute nose. By the end of the meal, my one arm was embracing her warm shoulders and I was preparing for the next move: “You have been working very hard lately in the office. I am sure your shoulders and your back are craving for some relaxation to relieve all the tension. When was the last time you have been given a massage?”

Looking vaguely away from me, she replied with a shy giggle: “Believe it or not, I have never gotten a massage before.”

I was not really surprised. “What a shame, it really is. So this will be your first time tonight, and I am sure you will enjoy it. But of course you will have to take off your top for that…”

She hesitated for a moment, and then pulled it determinedly over her head. “Ok,” she smiled at me, “now what?”

I almost choked when I she unveiled her purple bra and presented such an amount of bare skin to me: “Err, just lie down on the bed, on your belly, and get nicely comfortable and relaxed. Yes, that looks good. Put your head to one side and take the arms down. Perfect! I have to open your bra now; otherwise I cannot really massage you. If anything I do makes you feel uneasy, just make some noise.”

I desperately tried to take my mind off the situation that presented itself in front of my eyes. Rabab, the object of my lust for so many months, was on my bed and waited to be massaged by me. And this should just be the beginning of an intensive night. Her skin shone with a golden touch and an aura of closeness filled the room. I reached for the drawer and took out the rose petals that I had prepared; their incredibly strong scent penetrated the air immediately. I spread them all around Rabab’s body and then began to run my fingers smoothly along her spine.

“I will take some oil now, don’t be alarmed,” I forewarned her. “Does that feel good until now? Do you like the smell of the roses?”

She nodded slightly and without opening her eyes, she showed a timid smile.

I warmed the massage oil in my hands and covered her back with it. Just the touch of her skin produced shivers of expectancy, and my groin started to fill with pressure. My anticipation rising, I tried to concentrate on the wonderful task of giving Rabab the first massage of her life, and I was determined to make her remember it for the rest of her life – just as the all other moments of the night.

My hands ran along her spine over her shoulders and up to her neck. The flesh of her arms was warm and soft, and with every new stroke she relaxed a little more. Her initial nervous trembling had given way to a comfortable pleasure, and she started to passively enjoy my movements on her body. Finally, when I came back over her arms and caressed the silky skin in her armpits, she gave a little sigh of consent to my caresses. This was just what I had waited and hoped for; I could move on with the next steps in my plan.

While skilfully massaging her neck muscles, which were actually in dire need of stress relief, I bowed down towards her head and kissed her on her ear. Since she made no efforts of pulling away, I became more daring, covering her cheek with soft kisses. Upon reaching the corner of her mouth, however, I diverted my attention and continued along her neck; a subtle shiver of goose bumps indicated that my caresses did not leave her totally cold.

My lips found their way back to down her spine. Pausing for a moment as I probingly let my fingers play along the base of her breasts, I continued downwards. Still, Rabab did not shift or indicate any uneasiness; so I continued with my kisses over her belt and on to the jeans covering her ass. “Can I take your jeans off and continue with my massage on your legs?” I asked, somewhat taken aback by my own boldness.

She did not reply, but with a motion of her body she signalled me that it was ok for her. caddebostan escort It appeared that my plan had worked: with my soft introduction I had taken away any fears or anxieties that she might have had. She was feeling contented in an atmosphere of warmth and trust, having lost her initial inhabitations towards being treated like a woman. It was not clear if it was me as a person or my behaviour towards her that made her relax and let the situation get hotter. Anyway, it did not really make a difference for what was to come next.

I pulled off her jeans to reveal an adorable purple slip around her shapely ass. Just looking at her lying there in her underwear caused my cock to swell forcefully in my pants; my wanting to fuck this gorgeous Arab woman increased by the second. Using some more of the oil, I started with my massage at her cute feet, slowly moving upwards. Her legs were smooth, all hair properly removed, and I almost burst with lust while looking at her slightly spread legs. Still trying to concentrate on my supposed task of massaging, I moved up her thighs. The feeling got so strong that I had to hold my breath.

When reaching her ass, my massaging unmistakably changed into a passionate kneading. Her cheeks were the objects of my desire and my hands slipped greedily beneath her underwear, aided by the wonderful slipperiness of the oil. Realising that I might be moving too fast, I was just about to pull back when I saw that Rabab was obviously quite taken with attention; possibly subconsciously, her hips were moving approvingly towards my touches.

This reaction encouraged me to wage the most crucial step: if I could get her to turn around and take off her slip, I knew she would be mine for the rest of the night – and she would give me a chance to fulfil her innermost sexual needs and desires. I brought my lips to her ear and whispered, desperately trying to disguise the trembling in my voice: “Can you turn around? And keep your eyes closed, just feel and enjoy.”

My heart jumped when she simply did what I had told her. Without words, she fumbled with her already untied bra, while I pulled off her slip; she clearly had decided to let it happen. Unable to control my lecherous breathing, I sat next to her and spread the remaining rose petals over her naked body. The dark pink of the flowers stood in magnificent contrast to the marble colour of her flawless skin. She was even more beautiful than I ever imagined – the perfect body of a small but truly feminine woman.

“Don’t just sit there and watch me, it makes me embarrassed.” Her voice brought me back into reality and as if to confirm her words, she crossed her legs and placed her arms over her chest.

“Sorry, but I just couldn’t help admiring the beauty of your body. You are a truly wonderful woman, Rabab, even if you think differently.” I put a finger on her lips to prevent her from making any objections. “And if you let me, I will show what kind of passion and lust your breathtaking body is capable of doing. Now is your time to get spoiled by me.”

For the first time, I bent down to kiss her. Touching her lips was like falling into a ready-made, fluffy set of pillows and blankets in one of those luxurious hideaway hotels. Although remaining passive, Rabab welcomed my kiss and opened her lips slightly to let me in. My tongue reached out for every change of structure in her skin and lavishly covered her with my saliva. Her tongue was cold when receiving my touch, but my tip heated her mouth up in no time. I explored the depths of her until we were both completely out of breath. Her body had started to heat up.

This was just the game I had foreseen. I was expecting her to be passive, but there was no problem with that. Tonight was not about my own ego being heaved into heaven by a demanding woman, not at all. Tonight was all about gaining access to the beautiful woman hiding behind a façade of shyness, about getting her permission to let me please her and about bringing out all her feminine needs and desires. My own lust was only second to hers tonight; if my plan was continuing to work, by the end of the night I would have no reason to complain anyway.

I pulled back in order to undress, letting my shirt and jeans sink to the floor. My swollen cock stood out in my underwear and I had to accommodate it in order to lessen the pressure on my balls. Diverting my thoughts, I crawled up towards the top of the bed and accommodated Rabab’s head in my lap. Her breathing was regular, and she persistently kept her eyes closed as I had told her.

Stunned by the energy of her being so close to me, my hands reached out and with some more of the slippery oil, moved from her shoulders downwards; her tits were the object of my desire. They stood out marvellously shaped, small but perfectly round and with a light-brown nipple in the middle. Tenderly, I started massaging the base and moved slowly upwards. I could easily cup one tit with my hand, and exercising pressure on her chest in this way obviously excited Rabab. Almost imperceptibly she moved her body upwards, and I answered by circling and massaging her tits. I could have gone on with this routine for hours, had it not been for my look that was drifting further down her body.

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