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Book I: Country Strong

You never really hear of incest in the black community. I’m not saying it doesn’t exist. In fact, I will assert that it is just as prevalent in our community as in other cultures; you just don’t hear of it very often, especially the kind I encountered: ESPECIALLY the kind I encountered.

Let me go on record as saying that I didn’t hate my grandmother. Really, I didn’t. Did I resent her? Yes, but that same resentment stemmed from my parents, both of whom would force me to spend one month per summer on my grandparents’ farm in an effort to “build character.” In and of itself I liked the farm, especially when I was with Granddaddy, because his mentality was not to do chores, but to have fun while communing with nature. Gram, though … She was born on a farm, raised on a farm, and lived her whole life working on a farm. I used to watch her heft fifty-pound bales of hay above her head and toss them six-or-seven feet across the barn. Granddaddy said she was “country strong.” I didn’t know what that meant, but I did know that she was five-foot-eight and weighed three hundred pounds and there wasn’t an inch of fat to be found on her anywhere.

As opposed to Granddaddy, her motto was “Up before dawn, don’t stop till the work is done,” which usually meant a twenty-minute break for a light lunch and then on until six o’clock. At times I thought she was a tyrant, but I still loved her because she was my gram. She never understood my studious nature (I would bring books to the farm with me those summers long ago), saying that everything one could ever need to know was on the farm. I wanted better for myself, though, and Granddaddy encouraged me to seek my intellectual pursuits, just as he had Ma, who had attended college and married a fine middle-class man, neither of whom were interested in farm life.

Granddaddy passed away my junior year of high school. Gram was devastated, but she had decided to stay on the farm and continue running it herself despite the protestations of my parents, who encouraged her to sell the place for something smaller and more manageable. She finally gave in when a corporate agricultural firm offered her five bucks on the dollar for her land. She came out of this deal with over two million dollars, a small part of which she used to purchase a two-acre farm so she would have something with which to busy herself. Ma and Dad were happy for her, but already they had begun to make plans for the place upon her death. There was no malicious undertone there; they were simply planning for their future, and their future, at least as the new farmhouse was concerned, included a country-style bed & breakfast.

This new farm being smaller, Gram didn’t really need my help for an entire month in the summer. In fact, I would spend about a week there as my extra-curricular activities had me taking trips to Kennedy Space Center, The Museum of Natural History, and the like, which my parents were ecstatic over as they understood these pursuits—coupled with my 4.0 GPA (and certainly my ethnicity)—would almost certainly guarantee a scholarship to the ivy league school of my choice, and they were right; upon graduating from high school I proudly entered Brown University.

The beginning of Fall break—Thanksgiving week—I jumped into my car and made it halfway through Massachusetts to our home in New Hampshire when my phone rang. It was Ma telling me that Aunt Linda, Dad’s sister, had fallen and broken her ankle. They were on their way to Pennsylvania to pick her up and bring her back to our place to convalesce. Because they had made such a hasty departure, Ma told me that her mama, Gram, had agreed to put me up until they returned due to the fact that they recently replaced all the locks and had yet to give me a key; I could expect one when they returned. I was a little less than excited about this as Gram and I had become a bit estranged since Granddaddy’s death. Even still, I tried to look at it through a positive lens and decided that this would be a wonderful opportunity to reconnect.

I arrived at Gram’s on that Sunday at three p.m. She was every bit as big as I remembered her, and she still seemed to be a solid mass of muscle. “Country strong,” as Granddaddy called it, flashed through my mind, and a small smile came to my lips, not so much for the sentiment for Gram but the memory of him. She greeted me with indifference and asked for the sake of substantiation if I was going to be there for just three days. “Yeah,” I told her. “Ma said she, Dad, and Aunt Linda should be back by Wednesday, so no worries about missing Thanksgiving this year.” She grunted and went into the living room.

As was the case at the old farmhouse, Gram didn’t own a television. I knew she likely wouldn’t have internet either, thus rendering my cell phone useless. Good thing I brought my laptop pendik escort and some DVDs. I went to my designated room and made myself comfortable. A few hours later the smell of fried chicken filled the air. I went downstairs and said, “Something sure smells good down here, Gram.”

“Bet you use to cold pizza and those five-dollar coffees,” she said without looking over her shoulder. “Bet ain’t had a decent meal since you left.” She was right. I hadn’t, but I was sure planning on making up for that this week. Between Gram’s cooking over the next three days and leftover turkey, I would be in culinary heaven. “Go on and have a seat. It’s about ready.” I sat, and a few minutes later she set in front of me a glass of sweet, iced tea and a plate that had a breast and a thigh fried to golden crispiness, and on the side was—she remembered how I liked them. She put the mashed potatoes on my plate, then made a huge crater in the middle, then dumped green beans in that, then liberally doused the whole thing with gravy.

I took one bite and said, “Damn, Gram, can’t nobody cook the way you can.” She looked up at me from her plate, grunted, then resumed eating her own meal. I finished mine in record time and praised her cooking skills again before placing my plate and glass in the sink. “I think I’m going to head upstairs and digest a little before heading out. I’m supposed to be meeting up with some friends later on.” I hugged her then—a kiss on the cheek just didn’t feel right—before thanking her again and disappearing up the stairs, her grunt of acknowledgement barely audible but still prevalent.

I started down the stairs a little before eight and noticed Gram standing at the midway point. “What you doing tonight?” she asked.

“I told you earlier, Gram, I’m meeting up with—” Before I could finish my sentence, she slapped the ever-loving dog shit out of me. I lost my footing and tumbled down the stairs. The back of my head hit the wall and I immediately felt a goose egg rise on it. I dazedly looked up to see Gram jump like some crazed professional wrestler mere seconds before she brought her forearm crashing against my skull. For a few seconds there I was knocked out cold. I barely remember her hefting me over her shoulder, and while I was somehow able to manage the thought of “country strong” through the haze of my delirium, no smile came to my lips this time.

Gram had carried me into the living room and threw me onto the couch. She then lifted her dress, dropped her hairy pussy onto my mouth, and began to grind until she came, at which point she lifted herself up and looked down at me between her big bosoms and said, “I asked you what you doing tonight.”

I looked up to see a clit about three inches long and as big around as my thumb staring at me. Any other time this would have been a major turn-on, but at this moment, under these circumstances? “G-Get off me, ya fat—”

She dropped on me again and ground her pussy even harder. Her clit found its way into my mouth and she pushed it as far down my gullet as it would go. She tensed, shuddered, and my mouth filled with her cum. She looked down at me again and said, “I ain’t going to ask you but one more time, and the ONLY correct answer is, ‘I’m gonna eat your pussy, Gram.’ Got it?” I nodded my head. “Good, now, what you going to do tonight?”

She raised off of me just enough so I could say, “I … I’m gonna eat your pussy, Gram.”

“Got-damn right you are,” she said as she raised herself off me. She then lay on the couch, lifted her dress, and said, “Now get over here and get on your J-O-B!”

I obeyed her. I crawled closer, placed my mouth between her legs, and ate her pussy for what seemed like hours. I can’t tell you how many times she had cum, but when she finally waved me away it looked like someone had emptied half a can of shaving cream on her pussy. She got up, and without a word went into her bedroom, leaving me on the couch to fend for myself. I eventually made my way upstairs, cleaned myself up, and lay on the bed. I honestly didn’t know if I had a concussion or not, but try as I might to stay awake, I finally gave in and accepted some much-needed sleep.

I awoke the following morning to the smell of bacon and eggs. I got dressed and went downstairs. Gram was a bit more talkative today, but there was still that air of indifference about her. She set a glass of milk before me, then a plate of bacon, eggs, cheese grits, and home-made buttermilk biscuits. She sat, then looked at my black eye and bruised, swollen cheek. She didn’t say anything in acknowledgement of appearance, just grunted like she always did and began to eat. As wrong as I knew it was to do so, I decided to take the hit for what happened last night, which is why I said, “Look, Gram. I can see that it might have been disrespectful to make plans without telling you, so I apologize escort pendik for that.” That didn’t give her the right to cram her pussy down my throat, but I wasn’t going to say anything about that. “Do you think that maybe tonight you can do without me for a few hours?”

She looked up at me and, what I took as negotiation, said, “Got some chores that need doing. Firewood needs chopping. Gutters need cleaning.”

“Yeah. Sure thing, Gram. Whatever you need.” I finished my breakfast and immediately got to work on the chores, only every time I finished one, she would have another waiting for me. Around four-thirty I noticed her placing steaks on the grill. I took this as a sign that she was pleased with my work and everything would be fine.

I finished the last of my chores around five-fifteen and walked into a kitchen that smelled heavenly. My place was already set at the table, and on my plate was at least a pound of ribeye with a baked potato that she had already placed butter, sour cream, and chives on, and a small tossed salad. “Go wash up,” she told me. “You can bathe after dinner.”

I did as directed, and after dinner I praised her cooking once again, only this time I did give her a kiss on the cheek. She grunted, as usual, and I went off to wash the sweat and filth of the day from my body. I came downstairs and found Gram standing next to the front door. “I’ll be in at a decent hour, Gram. Don’t worry.”

“What you doing tonight?” she asked.

“We talked about this this morning,” I reminded her. “I’m going—”

There is no reason in the world that any woman seventy-one years old should be this fast, or this strong, as far as that goes, but she caught me with an uppercut that immediately brought me to my knees. She then grabbed me by the lapels of my sports coat, hoisted me up against the wall, and caught me with three hard shots to the diaphragm. I was gasping for air as she once again threw me over her shoulder and carried me into the living room, and much the same as yesterday she threw me on the couch, lifted her dress, and dropped her pussy onto my mouth before ferociously grinding out an orgasm.

After she came, she lifted herself up and said, “You know how this game’s played, boy. Now, what you doing tonight?”

Gasping for air, I said, “I … I’m eating your pussy, Gram.”

“Got-damn skippy you are,” she said as she rolled off me and onto her familiar place on the couch. She lifted her dress before saying, “Now, tend to your business!”

I feebly crawled toward her and immersed my face into her wiry, grey-haired pussy and began to do as I was told. I thought she’d never call me off, but she finally did. She stood and made her way to her bedroom with nary a word to me, and I made my way to mine.

The following morning, I was awakened around nine a.m. by a light tapping at my door. Without permission to do so, Gram entered carrying a serving tray. She made her way to my bed, set the tray in my lap, and removed the lid from the plate. “Good morning, sleepy-head. Gram made your favorite for you: Pancakes and sausage with blueberry syrup.”

The stack was five-high, and she had cooked those little link sausages that I love so much. “Wow. Thanks, Gram,” I said with much appreciation. I attempted to move up a little and my gut reminded me that it had been severely abused last night. I gave a small grunt as I winced with pain, prompting Gram to ask,

“Everything okay, Jason?”

“I … Yes, ma’am. It’s nothing. I’ll be fine.”

She picked up a DVD—Precious—and said, “I kind of resemble her, don’t I?”

“You know, you do, now that I think about it,” I agreed with her. She grunted, but this time there was a small smile—almost minute—on her lips. “We can watch that later if you like, Gram,” I offered.

“We’ll see,” she said, and she remained in my room engaging me in small talk as I ate my breakfast. She asked how school was going, what my plans were after graduation, and the like. Once I finished, she took the tray and exited the room, leaving me to wonder more and more curiously about her Jekyll and Hyde persona.

I eventually made my way downstairs with my copy of “Theoretical Physics” and fell into the Lay-Z-Boy. I had gotten a good five chapters in when Gram appeared and said with a smile, “Dinner’s going to be something special tonight. Just you wait and see.” I told her I couldn’t wait, and as she disappeared into the kitchen I returned my attention to my book.

Gram called me to eat around six o’clock. When I entered the kitchen, she pointed to my usual chair and told me to have a seat. She then placed a large, silver serving tray in front of me and disappeared behind me again. I noticed just then that there were no delicious smells to be found. I looked on the stove to find there were no pots or pans, nor was anything baking in pendik escort bayan the oven. I even gave the microwave a quick glance to see if I could discern anything in it, but there was nothing. That’s when it dawned on me. I stood up and said, “What the fuck—”

Gram dove across the floor and caught me with a sucker punch right in the mouth, splitting my bottom lip wide open. My head hit the doorframe, immediately reawakening the goose egg from two nights before. Both throbbed horribly as I tried to shake the spots from my field of vision, but that didn’t happen soon enough. Gram was on me like a rabid wolverine. She had raced across the kitchen and drove a knee into my diaphragm. I doubled over from this attack on my already-abused belly, and at that point Gram grabbed me by the collar and the belt and drove my head through the sheetrock wall. She then dragged me to my chair and threw me onto it before grabbing …

At the time I would not have been able to explain what it was. It was hours later, only after my head had cleared enough, that I inspected it to find it to be the … torture device? BDSM accessory? that it was. She had affixed a collar around my neck which was attached to a three-foot metal pole. On the other end of the pole were shoulder straps, like a bookbag has. Gram hopped onto the table, placed her ass on the serving tray, placed the straps over her arm, and when she leaned back she pulled my face directly into her pussy. I fought with all the alacrity of a newborn kitten searching out it’s mother’s teat, but to no avail; I wasn’t going anywhere.

Gram held me there as she flopped like a fish out of water, the coarseness of her pubic hair ripping the split on my lip wider and wider, and when she came her juices felt like nothing more than salt on a wound. I cried out as best I could, and at that moment her engorged clit found its way into my mouth. She bucked and ground and praised God Almighty as she fired off one nut after another, and as her succession of orgasms finally came to an end she unhooked me, lay the harness next to the fridge, then said, “Eat leftovers if you’re still hungry,” before making her way to her room.

I lay there, head on the table, and eventually fell asleep. When I awoke, it was three a.m. That’s when I inspected the harness Gram had used on me earlier. I looked at the three-foot pole, and for the briefest of seconds thought about taking it to her room and beating the hell out of her with it, but I didn’t. I went to bed. Ma and Dad would be getting home later today and I sure as hell would be glad to get the hell away from my demented tormentor.

I awoke at eleven-thirty and began to make my way downstairs. I stopped midway down when I heard Gram telling my parents, “We were walking through the parking lot and two hoodlums tried to take my purse. Jason tried to fight them off, but they overwhelmed him.” Ma gasped and Dad asked if I was alright. “Oh, doctor said he’d be fine, just that it’s not as bad as it looks. Y’all don’t coddle him, now. Make him proud that he stood up for his Gram.”

I came downstairs knowing that I would have to feed into this lie. I mean, who would have believed me if I told the truth? Ma cried when she saw me while Dad asked if I was at least able to get a few good shots in. I assured both that I was fine and I did the best I could.

“Well, your Aunt Linda’s in the car,” Dad said, “so why don’t you go grab your things and we’ll see you at the house.”

I sprinted up the stairs, my ribs feeling every vibration of every step. I hastily packed my stuff and was on my way to the front door when Gram whistled at me from the Lay-Z-Boy. When I turned to see what she wanted, she pointed two fingers at her eyes, then pointed them at me before extending her thumb and running it along her neck, in effect telling me, “I’m watching you. Say anything and you’re dead.” She didn’t have to worry about that, though. I was going to take these past three days to the grave.

Once home, I reiterated for Aunt Linda’s sake what Gram had already told Ma and Dad, then she explained how one too many shots of Tequila was not the ideal recipe before going roller skating. I went to my room and chilled before dinner and was happy to see that Dad had not only gone to SUBstantiation, but that he remembered to get banana peppers on my Philly steak & cheese. We socialized over dinner, and once done I returned to my room citing fatigue.

I thought about the past three days as I lay there: How Gram kicked my ass not once, not twice, but three times; how there was really nothing bad I could say about her pussy … I mean, yeah, it was so hairy that it looked like a dilapidated bird’s nest, but that aside it had a pleasant odor, her cum tasted good, and the size of her clit was something I had always fantasized about experiencing with a woman. As these thoughts filled my mind I could feel my penis growing, and that triggered the memory that when I was eating her out last night, I had a hard-on. I wanted to jack my dick so badly right then and there, but I wasn’t going to give Gram the satisfaction.

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Story Description: Incestuous stepsiblings become enmeshed in their parent’s odd swinger lifestyle.

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Jerking Off to Mom

Ramon tossed to his side and pressed an ear to the mattress. Blanketing a pillow over the other, he gritted his teeth and groaned.

Reverberant sounds blast from the ceiling vent like a megaphone.

Hearing his stepfather grunt as another man’s wife sucked him along with the vociferous noise of his mom slobbering on another man’s dick, he surrendered.

Throwing the pillow to the end of the bed, he grumbled, “You promised.”

He heard his mom sensually moaning, “Ummm,” as she salivated on a prick.

“Damn it,” he growled and rose from the bed.

Shuffling to the edge to plant his feet on the floor, he stood and adjusted the hardon tenting his boxers.

“This has to stop,” he mumbled while exiting his bedroom.

Dropping the waistband of his shorts and wedging it under his balls, he grasped his shank and strolled down the hall.

Peeking into the living room to observe his parents engaging in a tryst with an attractive couple, he narrowed his gaze and arrowed it at his mom’s bobbing head.

He stroked his cock to match her bouncing rhythm.

“Yuck, you’re jerking to your mom,” a feminine voice said from a distance behind him.

Startled by that accusation, he fumbled to stuff his erection back into his shorts.

Scrambling back from the hallway entrance, he turned to confront his stepsister. He rasped out a whisper, “Marisa, what the fuck? You’re supposed to be sleeping.”

Holding her response, she pounced past him to peer into the living room.

Hastily turning back to face her stepbrother, she threw a hand to her mouth to stifle a giggle and briskly walked back to him.

Standing an arm-length away, she unwarily gawked the arching bridge pressing against the material of his boxers.

Ramon quickly turned his back to her and mumbled, “Damn it, go back to bed.”

Amused by his comical composure, she quietly replied, “Who can sleep with that going on. Dad needs to fix those air vents. They broke their promise not to swing at home.”

“Obviously,” he said.

Marisa placed a hand on his shoulder. “It’s awkward talking to your back. I’m not going to tease you, turn around. Does she know?”

Placing both hands down to hide his erection, he turned to face her and replied, “Who? Know what?”

Cocking her head while impishly beaming, she said, “Don’t be sheepish. That’s also obvious. This isn’t the first time I caught you lurking.”

“You’ve been spying on me?” he retorted.

“Yes, from behind. I was being polite to avoid embarrassing you.”

“And what’s changed?”

“My curiosity.”

“About what?”

“I’ve never actually watched a guy do it in front of me.”

“You can’t be serious. You want to stare at me while I jerk it?”

Observing his glare and the odd tilt of his head, Marisa exclaimed, “Each time I saw you, I was tempted to peek. Oddly, I’m now obsessed with the idea.”

Astonished by her confession, Ramon glared at her in stunned silence. The faint cry of his mother bantering out, “My pussy’s so wet,” hardened his dick and made it twitch.

Marisa gazed at his discomfort and smiled. She then said, “There’s nothing to be ashamed about. You’re not weird, you’re just a man. I can tell you’re dying to touch it and I’m not going anywhere.”

He replied, “The idea of choking it in front of you is awkward and frankly, that’s what’s bizarre.”

“I’m not going to laugh, and I won’t tell anyone.”

The flat line of Ramon’s lips suddenly upturned into a broad grin.

Unnerved by the change of his demeanor, she stuttered, “W—Wh—Why are you looking at me that way?”

Ramon teased, “If I show you mine, give me a peek at yours. That seems fair.”

Marisa quickly cut-off an abrupt burst of laughter by throwing a hand over her mouth. Her amused eyes glare at him. Dropping her hand, she replied, “You can’t be serious. We’re both 23-year old adults and that sounded juvenile. You want me to masturbate with you? Yeah, it sounds funny when you say it.”

He then winked and replied, “Coming from a sister that’s obsessed with watching her brother play with himself.”

The statement made her feel pervy. Ashamed, she turned her gaze to the floor and said, “I’m sorry. Hearing them have sex, well, I’m not much different from you. I should go back to my room.”

No longer uncomfortable at the prospect of displaying himself, he removed his hands from his tented boxers and bridged one arm to her shoulder. He said, “You can watch. You don’t have to do anything. Yes, I jerk off to my mom. Watching her behave like a whore arouses me. I can’t help it. We all have quirks and fetishes.”

Marisa heard her father grunting along with sounds of sex. The urge to touch herself motived her to say, “I’ll do it, but we keep our mouths shut. Okay?”

Ramon nodded and gave her a pleasant smile and then replied, “Agreed. No big deal. We do the deed and then go to bed.”

He dropped the hem of his güvenilir bahis boxers down to his thighs.

Marisa panted the instant his tubular shank bounced into view.

Palming the shaft of his dick, he whispered, “Ah—you can show me yours now.”

Marisa meekly nodded her head while her analytical eyes gawked the bulbous purple knob of her stepbrother’s penis. Going through the motions with her thoughts in the gutter, she hastily slipped her pajama pants and panties down to her ankles and stepped out of them.

Bemused by her action, he said, “You’re taking your bottom off?”

Stealthily slurping drool back into her open mouth, she abruptly closed it and shifted her gaze to his face. She then replied, “Ah, yeah, well, it’s constricting, and I want to open my legs. I can’t pop a dick out like you. You wanted a peek, so I’m complying. Since I removed my bottom, take off yours.”

Mischievously beaming, he said, “If we’re going that far, might as well get naked.”

Literally tingling at the notion of that outrageous idea, she unwisely teased the fleshy hood covering her clit without conscious thought her action. Her mouth immediately crimped to muffle an impetuous moan. Wide-eyed, she looked at her brother to see if he noticed.

Feeling a trickle of moisture beading along her slit, she quickly pressed her thighs and clasped the bottom edge of her blouse and thrust the front downward.

“What are you doing?” Ramon said.

She glared at him.

He raised an eyebrow.

She finally replied, “I’ll only take my top off on one condition. No ogling my boobs, I’m your sister.”

“Stepsister,” he corrected.

“Don’t remind me, it’s still perverse.”

Without waiting for him to respond, Marisa began pulling off her top.

Ramon’s mouth gaped.

The unveiling was like a slow-motion event he’d see on TV when a woman at the beach removed her top. Like pale balloons filled with water they bounced and rebounded as if they were tethered to rubber bands that were anchored at her shoulders. Her short ginger hued hair flailed about like a halo as she sluggishly shook her head.

Releasing her pajama top on the floor, she turned to look at her stepbrother’s goggling stare and growled, “What the fuck, you just licked your lips.”

She lunged.

Ramon’s protracted temporal gaze abruptly ended the instant she hit him with a time-advancing punch to his shoulder.

He tilted his stare at her red face and blabbered, “What did you expect? It’s the first time I’ve seen you naked—and you’re hot.”

“I said no drooling looks. That’s was a lusty expression with a tongue. You can pull it off the floor now,” she replied as her gaze locked on his wobbling cock that was pointed her direction

Catching her eye’s fixated on the tip, Ramon inwardly chuckled and then lightly coughed to get her attention.

Marisa slowly looked up and muttered, “Ah—”

He replied, “Yeah, no drooling looks, sounds appropriate.”

Frustrated, she bounced her foot from one to the other causing her knockers to sway and quickly injected, “Okay, you can gawk at boobs, but you keep your dick pointed at your mom. You’re not jerking off to me. We’re just masturbating voyeurs. Agreed?”

“Sure,” he replied with a downward glimpse that caught her unwarily fingering herself.

Sexually flustered and eager to get their business started, Marisa abruptly turned from him and strolled to the hallway entrance. The image of her stepbrother’s hard penis with the arched head pointed her direction was now imprinted in her mind and she had difficulty concentrating on the action in the living room. Covertly, she plunged a digit and slithered the sticky wetness along her slit and mumbled to herself, “This is so wrong.”

Zealous to be as equally naughty, Ramon joined her at the entrance of the hallway. Staring out from that shady alcove, he immediately locked his gaze on his mother as she straddled a big dick. Stroking the shaft in sequence to match every squatting thrust of his mother’s downward action, he forgot all about the young woman next to him.

Horny and delirious, Marisa entire focus was now a frigid gape locked her stepbrother’s cock. Absorbed in a fantasy, she frenziedly fingered herself with one hand while the other clasped a boob. Opening her mouth to a circumference that was equivalent to his girth, she visualized the head of her stepbrother’s dick going in it.

Contrary to his sister’s fixation, Ramon was enraptured by his mother’s ever-shifting sexual exploits. He yanked himself with faster strokes.

He didn’t budge when his mom was suddenly tossed over the top of the sofa with her head facing him.

She dreamily stared in his direction while slithering a long tongue across her bottom lip.

She grunted with every thrust as the stranger pounded her from behind.

Ramon watched in awe as she raised her plump breasts and plopped them over the top edge of the sofa. It was as if she intentionally displayed them with their chunky nipples pointed towards him.

Gathering excessive saliva, Ramon gulped türkçe bahis while rolling his own tongue around in his mouth.

As the man fucked his mom roughly, her wistful eyes rolled up and she bantered, “Yes, yes, yes… Harder!”

Ramon jolted as his mom’s gaze suddenly locked on him with obvious awareness.

After flickering a seductive tongue towards him, she loudly bantered, “That’s it…fuck that pussy…deeper. Give it to mommy!”

Ramon blinked, shuddered, and then hastily scrambled back from the entrance.

Marisa having enmeshed herself in a pleasurable fantasy that solely hinged on the display of her stepbrother’s meaty cock was abruptly jarred by Ramon’s hasty backward scramble that had him tumbling to the floor.

She leaped back from the entrance and rolled to her back against the wall.

Breathing heavily, she stared down at him and hastily whispered, “What’s wrong?”

Shifting his frantic gaze back and forth from the hallway entrance to his stepsister, his voice was shackled by fear. He then crawled further back while shaking his head.

Feeling denied release, she put her hands on her waist and said, “Damn you, I was so freaking close.”

Gaining courage, Ramon finally replied, “I think she saw us. I’ve never seen her so sexually frenzied. She stared right at me.”

Marisa’s chest still heaved from heavy exhalations. She stared at the floor and once again whined, “I was almost there then poof. I’m so frustrated and randy as hell.”

Ramon scrambled up on his feet and stood facing her. He then said, “Didn’t you hear me? Weren’t you watching? She saw us both and was staring right at us.”

She tilted her head to look at his penis to access its rigidity. Finding it limp, she felt disappointed and said, “Not working for me anymore. I’m desperate to get off. You don’t need your mom to make it hard, do you?”

“Are you not listening to me?”

Marisa redirected her stare to his face and said, “I heard you. She saw us. Are you sure? I wasn’t paying attention to her. Why didn’t she cry out an alarm?”

Ramon shook his head. “I don’t know. I swear she saw us. I hear them. They’re still fucking.”

She said, “I can tell you’re thinking about your mom. Your dick is hard again. She arouses you that much?”

“My mother prances around naked and she has raunchy sex. I can’t control it, it’s a turn on. Mom or not, I’m a man. What do you expect?”

Marisa gasped as she watched the head of Ramon’s cock balloon up and turn a purple hue as it wildly wobbled up and down.

Fearing it was a prelude to ejaculation that would be wasted on the carpet requiring an immediate cleanup thus ending the excitement, she panicked.

Rushing to him, she briskly clutched his dick in her grip and hastily rasped, “Calm down before you spew. I’m not cleaning that shit up. You still owe me an orgasm.”

Wide-eyed, Ramon glared at her.

Sliding her hand up and down the shaft, she lowered her brow and said, “Why are looking at me like that?”

He replied, “Ah, are you even aware that you’re touching my dick?”

She hesitantly drew her gaze to her crimping hand. Broadening her eyes at that revelation, she said, “Wow, it’s throbbing in my hand.”

“Is this a new way of giving a blood pressure test? You can stroke it if you want.”

She stuttered, “Y…yo…you want me to jerk you off?”

“Sure,” he said, “But you have to agree to let me touch you.”

“This is so perverse, it’s made me wet again,” she said with a smile.

“You need to slow down or I’m going shoot it.”

“Aren’t you afraid we’d get caught?” she said.

He replied “If mom hasn’t raised an alarm, she must have a reason. We stay hidden in the shadows and we should be okay. Their party is nowhere over, so we have time to gratify ourselves.”

Marisa snatched his hand and placed it on her sex and said, “One condition, don’t you dare make me come.”

“That makes no sense. Isn’t that the objective. You said I owe you an orgasm.”

“Getting off from my brother’s finger would be too humiliating. It will haunt me. I’ll finish myself off when I get close.”

“Then you better stroke me very slow. Having my stepsister jerk me to ejaculation is a thought I don’t want to contemplate.”

Marisa chuckled.

***

Stepping Up the Action

Standing side by side while masturbating each other was awkward and didn’t provide the expected result.

Neither of them could focus on the action in the living room.

Marisa removed her hand from her brother’s dick and clamped it on Ramon’s wrist. She pulled his wagging wet finger from her pussy and hastily shuffled back from him.

Confused, Ramon said, “What’s wrong? Did I mess up?”

She glared at him and then huffed, “You’re intentionally trying to make me come. I told you not too.”

“You were the one thrusting yourself on my finger. I was reacting to you. I thought you had changed your mind.”

“I’m sorry, this is so weird. I’m scared.”

“What frightens you?”

“Enjoying it.”

“That’s silly. You’re giving güvenilir bahis siteleri me mixed messages. You kept pulling me closer while angling the tip of my dick towards you. You want more than a finger, but you won’t admit it. Aren’t you the least bit curious to know how it would feel in your vagina.”

“My God, Ramon, say pussy. I cringed when said that. I’m not a virgin. Don’t you think we’re taking this too far?”

“You’re really wet.”

Unhesitant in her approach, she stepped up to him and clutched his alluring prick once again. She quivered at the touch and held her breath. Placing her other hand on his shoulder to steady herself she replied, “Of course I am. I’m horny as hell, you aroused me, but I’m your sister. It’s so wrong.”

“Stepsister,” he corrected and then said, “It feels natural to me. I don’t see the problem. I can slide it in for a minute and then pull out? No harm done.”

Lightly biting her bottom lip, she stroked his meaty shank and moved the other down to fondle his weighty balls.

Eyeing the pulsing cock with yearning, she mumbled, “One-minute max, right? Bah, being curious isn’t a legitimate reason.”

“Why are you trying to justify it. You want me in you, but you’re fighting it.”

Desperate to satisfy her own dilemma, she latched on to the first conceivable reason that came to mind. “Don’t you think your dick needs to be lubed?” she asked while vigorously nodding her head.

Staring into her turbulent eyes, he cautiously replied, “Ah—you are rubbing me raw. So yeah, I could use some.”

She broadly smiled at his answer and replied, “I’m literally dripping lubricant, so justifying a quick dip seems logical, but that’s all this is. Do you understand?”

“Hum, sure. Your pussy is just a lube box for my cock. I can work with that,” he replied with a quirky grin.

Flustered and finding herself incapable of gauging his sincerity, she shrugged off his playful remark and added, “Here are my rules. Put it in me for a minute, but absolutely no fucking, understand.”

“Well, technically—”

“Are you determined to ruin this?”

“A one-minute plunge with no fucking. Got it. Can I touch your boobs?”

She hesitated.

He raised both brows and said, “It’s not fucking. It’s just touching.”

“You can touch, but no lustful groping. Let’s move further back down the hall.”

Grabbing their clothes off the floor, they walked closer to their bedrooms.

Ramon gave Marisa a teasing tickle and then pressed her back against the hallway wall.

Rubbing a flirtatious finger along her slit, he leaned in to whisper, “Open your legs to give me an invitation.”

Huffing at his request and giving him a stern gaze, she separated her thighs.

Ramon palmed his dick and began playfully rubbing the head up and down her gash.

She blurted, “What are you doing? That makes me feel slutty, stop it. This isn’t sexual, it’s only a lube job, remember.”

He chuckled inwardly at her rising delirium. Releasing his erection, he clamped his hands on her waist and angled her pelvis forward in a vulgar pose that effectively gaped pussy.

“My God, you’re making me look skanky on purpose. You’re wasting time—put it in me before I lose my mind.”

Ramon grinned and playfully wormed the thick head up against the entrance of her anus. He then gave a little shove pressing it inward.

Marisa widely opened her eyes and frantically snatched his hands to yanked them up to her tits.

Frenzied by desperation, she snatched his dangling dong while grumbling, “I can’t believe you can’t find the hole,” and then wobbled the tip between her labia to wedge the knob firmly in her slit.

Kneading her breasts, Ramon smiled at her.

“What are waiting for, push in,” she beseeched.

Eager to please, Ramon stared at her face while barreling the entire length into her.

Slack-jawed, she broadened her eyes at him.

“Well?” he said.

She quivered and gasped in response.

Upon feeling her legs flexing, Ramon quickly said, “Sister, that’s a no, no. Your rule. Remember, this is just a lube job.”

Breathing heavily, she puffed, “You went balls deep. I feel you in me.”

“If I’m hurting you, I’ll back out a bit,” he replied.

She snapped, “Oh, no, keep it where it is.”

“I feel your pussy palpitating around my shaft. That’s sexual. You need to stop.”

“I can’t control that,” she replied while clasping her hands tightly on his outstretched arms.

“You’re shaking.”

She bit her bottom lip and tightened her grip.

“Now you’re making weird noises.”

“Ummm, ah, ah, oh brother, you’re so big. You’re throbbing in me like a motherfucking vibrator.”

He grinned and then replied, “My dick doesn’t vibrate. Seriously, that’s you not me. You’re tensing up like you’re uncomfortable. Should I move a bit?”

Shaking her head in a delirium, she rambled, “No, no, no…that would be fucking…no, no, so wrong, mustn’t fuck…”

Noting sweat beading along her neck, Ramon held back a chuckle and then said, “I wasn’t suggesting that. Anyway, I’m estimating that we’re close to the minute mark.”

She feverishly blathered, “You don’t have a watch, you don’t know. You just put it in me. Not time…oh God, Ramon, distract me, tease my nipples.”

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Sometimes in life you ponder strange occurrences and at other times, you just have to say; screw it! Well in my case, it would definitely be; screw her. She is forty three years old, green eyes, long auburn hair and a body to die for. And who am I you ask yourself, well, I am her twenty six year old son, 6.3ft, built like a swimmer, dark brown hair and my father’s blue eyes. I am a fairly well known and popular rock singer and travel the world with my band and rake in millions. Women are a dime a dozen but after some time, it gets old and tedious. After I bought my first mansion, I asked my parents to move in with me because I hated living alone. Dad still worked and mom became housekeeper/hostess for lack of better words.

All my friends were in lust with my beautiful mother and always found stupid reasons to hang around my house, to ogle her. She never seemed to notice or acknowledge this behavior and being unattainable just made her just that much more of a goddess to them. I hated it. She was supposed to belong to dad and me only. I became obsessed with her. Everything she did turned me on. I tried to fuck her out of my thoughts and basically achieved several orgasms with zero gratification. I slowly started to withdraw from the band’s nightly “screw them all” sessions and took up, once again, the age old method of masturbation.

I would lie on my bed in our plush trailer and look at photographs of my sexy mother. My absolute favorite is one where she had fallen asleep on my couch and just woken up. Her slumberous green eyes smoky, tongue licking her dry and mysteriously smiling lips. Nothing sexual about the photo, just the expression on her face confirming a woman in total sync with herself and a passionate nature. I could die a very happy man if she ever wakes up next to me with that expression.

I start stroking my rigid cock through tight jeans. Closing my eyes, I can see her standing next to my bed, smiling. She slowly starts taking off her clothes and sway sexily to and fro. The buttons on my jeans resist my attempt to free my cock, but I prevail. Pushing my jeans and briefs down, I take my straining erection in hand and slowly start stroking. In my fantasy, Mom touches her beautiful breast while the other hand strays to her bald eager pussy. Touching her nether lips, she coyly watches me fucking my hand. I almost lose it, but reign in my explosion. My other hand is pulling and stretching my balls almost past the point of pleasure. Mom is stroking her clit and breathing heavily, never taking her eyes off, off me. I spit in my hand and rub my bulbous cock head to purple bliss. A finger, no two, enters her pussy and I can almost hear the sucking motion. I start stroking myself in earnest again and just before I blow, the vision of mom disappears. I stop stroking and just lie there, knowing that when I eventually explode, I might just have a heart attack.

I love the pleasure/pain of denying myself instant gratification. I walk around with a permanent hard on and the friction of my tight jeans prolongs the agony. I have been dubbed the hard on rocker by the public, if they only knew what caused this state. I dress again and join the band members at warm up for our final tour concert. Tonight, after the concert, I fly home. I can’t wait to hold her in my aching arms again. I wonder if this time our relationship will change. She knows of my feelings but simply ignore them. I have to change her mind or I will surely go insane.

The concert is sold out and a smashing success. We always finish with a ballad and this one I wrote for and dedicate to Kat (My Mom’s nickname). I know that she’s watching and will understand the meaning behind the words.

My obsession is you and nobody knows

To expect me to breathe is a cruel punishment

You own my soul and I live to serve you

Please answer my call and be with me…

I leave the stage and make a run for the trailer, hoping that I can escape without anyone seeing me. Grabbing my cell phone, bag and wallet, I once again make a run for the limo. A few diehard fans waylay me on my quest home and I dish out autographs and even a few cd’s. On my way to the airport, I phone Mom.

“Hey baby, your concerts just keep on getting better and better.” Mom answered the phone.

“Yeah well, what can I say? You raised an exceptionally gifted child.” I joked while stroking my erection, again. I just have to think about her or hear her voice to revert back to my caveman origins.

“You know baby, any child of mine would never brag about their abilities, they would just valiantly go forth and do good deeds. You sleeping over or coming home tonight?” Mom asked.

“Already on my way to the airport, should be there in about four hours, and Mom, please don’t wait up for me. It is already very late, oh, and how’s Dad?”

“Honey, you know I always wait up for you, I still have a few things to do and Daddy is great. He will probably go to bed any minute now; you want to say hi to him?”

“Nope, will see him in bahis firmaları the morning and then we can catch up. We just stopped at the airport, see you in a few and love you Mom.”

“Love you too baby and thank you for the dedication, it made me cry.”

“Aw Mom, I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

“I know honey, it was just too beautiful and I could not stop myself. Now hurry home, I miss you.”

“Bye Mom.”

I slept on the flight and dreamt of her again. It seems to me that every moment of my life is dedicated in homage to her. Rushing through customs, I collected my car and nearly wrecked it twice in my rush to get home. Barely parking the car, I raced for the front door.

There she is the light of my life. Fast asleep on the couch, legs tucked under her, reading glasses askew on her pert little nose and softly snoring. I have never seen anything more beautiful and my heart overflowed with love for this exceptional woman. Slowly sitting down next to her, I gently pull her into my arms, trying not to wake her. Fortune favored me and she snuggled closer to my chest, curling up in my lap. My eyes could not get enough of this beautiful angel in my arms. It is difficult to explain the overwhelming feelings I feel towards her, but know this; I would kill and die for this woman. My finger traced her beautiful lips, parting them to touch her dewy moistness, hoping her tongue would reciprocate. Gently cupping her head in my hand, I brought her nearer and nuzzled her neck, trying to inhale her essence. Slowly I feel her gaining wakefulness and I silently cursed fate for not allowing me more time with her in slumber.

“Mmmm….., I love being awakened by my baby. I missed you darling.” Snaking her arms around my neck, she hugged me tightly.

“Hello gorgeous Mother, I missed you so much.” I could not stop nuzzling her neck, hair and dainty ear.

“Oh darling, this house is a mausoleum without you here.” Pulling back from my embrace, she traced my jaw with her tiny hand and kissed my burning lips.

Before she could pull back, I feathered soft kisses all over her face, stopping at her luscious lips. I sweep my tongue across it and we both moan. Taking this as a sign, I push my tongue past her lips and slowly start kissing her. My world explodes and she was my only anchor, keeping me shackled to her sensuous aura. I pulled her legs on either side of me and pushed my erection against her inviting softness. Our breaths ragged and bodies shaking, Mom took her precious lips from mine.

“Baby, we have to stop. We can’t be doing this, this is wrong.” Mom whispered while still rubbing against my cock.

“Why is it wrong? We love each other and to me, you are the world. I tried to forget about this need I have for you but I can’t succeed. No matter what I do, you consume my thoughts. You are like a drug inside of me. I need you Mom.”

“Oh baby no, we have to think about your Dad as well, it will kill him.” Mom sadly said.

“Mom, please look at me. If you can honestly tell me that you don’t feel the same way about me, I will try and forget about this thing between us. I’m not saying that I will succeed but I will try really hard.”

“I can’t say that darling and I won’t lie to you, but please do not continue doing this to me. I love your father and I refuse to break his heart.” Mom said while tears fell from her sad eyes. Kissing my lips, she got up and left me.

“I wonder who will pick up the pieces of my breaking heart……?” I whispered and went to bed. Removing my clothes, I stroked my penis a few times and groan, my body desperately needing release. I deny myself that pleasure.

Entering the kitchen the next morning, I had to stop. My mother was standing in a pool of sunlight, sipping her coffee. Her beautiful hair was taken up in a hasty knot, tendrils escaping and brushing her silky neck. Her emerald green sun dress hugging her sexy figure and I knew that the color would match her eyes, I can’t confirm this yet because her back was turned to me. I slowly approach her and hug her from behind. Sighing, she melts into my embrace. I know that she could feel my erection but didn’t care. Rubbing against her, I cup her breasts and tongue her ear.

“You take my breath away Mom, you are so beautiful and I can’t keep my hands from touching you.” I said while tugging on her braless nipples.

“Please baby don’t, your father……” She said while not making any effort to move away.

As if conjured, we hear Dad coming down the stairs. Pulling my shirt from my jeans, I tried to hide my erection.

“Hello Son, when did you come back?” Dad greeted and hugged me.

“Oh, didn’t Mom tell you that I was coming home last night?”

“Uhm, I guess I fell asleep again before she could tell me. How was the tour?”

“Great! You going to work today?”

“Well yeah, someone has to put food on the table, Son.” Dad jokingly say.

“Dad, you do know that you don’t have to work, eh?” I said

“I know, but I enjoy it and it keeps me out of your mother’s hair. Kat, you doing anything today?”

“I asked the girls to join me for lunch at La Patisserie kaçak iddaa and then we’ll probably do some shopping. Why do you ask, do you need me for anything?” Mom asked.

“No, just wondering. I thought that you would stay home with Greg today, seeing he just returned from his tour.” Dad said.

“Dad, I’m a big boy and can surely entertain myself.”

“Yeah I know. You guys enjoy, I’m leaving for work. Bye!” Kissing Mom and me, he left.

The minute Dad left, Mom scrambled for her keys and nearly ran for the door. Catching her just as she reached it, I swung her around and lifted her in my arms.

“Why in such a hurry, pretty lady? You have hours left before your lunch date.” I grinningly asked.

“I… Uhm…. We need some things for the house and I wanted to get it before lunch.” Mom stammered.

“Now why do I find that hard to believe and would you really just leave without saying goodbye to your one and only Son?”

“Uh, no baby, I would have stopped to say goodbye before I left.” Mom blushingly said.

“Well okay then, you are stopped and I am definitely within kissing distance, shall I pucker up?”

“I know what you’re trying to do Greg and it won’t work. Now give me a kiss so that I can leave.” Mom said

“Well, seeing that you ask so nicely, how can I refuse?” And with that said, I possessively claim Mom’s lips, gulping her essence like a starving man. Pulling her flush against my erection, I steadily move her towards the wall. Moving my hands over her derriere, I arranged her legs around me and started pumping against her. We both go insane, Mom raking her nails down my back and me behaving like a ninth grader out on his first date. I pop one of her breasts free and suck as if I would never get the opportunity again. At this point, Mom once again regain her scattered senses and tell me to stop.

“Greg, stop it please. Baby, please don’t do this, please…”

“Fuck Mom, you’re killing me here. I am walking around with the hard on from hell and no relief in sight, please just give me a minute to try and recover my wits.”

“Does it hurt much, baby?” Mom asked while lovingly stroking my hair.

“Yeah Mom, blue balls is a bitch, your balls start aching and they become super sensitive, it sometimes feels like someone kicked you in the nuts. But don’t worry, eventually the pain goes away and only a feeling of heaviness is left. I am sure that I will survive.” I tried to explain.

“Oh baby, is there anything I can do to make it better?” Mom earnestly asked.

“Shit Mom, I can’t believe you just asked that.” Trying to force air into my overworked lungs, I said;

“I think you’re safe now, please just don’t lick your lips or sway your hips right now. I’m not sure that I will be able to handle it.”

Looking straight at me, Mom saucily licked her juicy lips. Fuuuuck… Seconds before grabbing her, she grabbed my cock through my jeans. Holy fucking shit, Greg just left the building, enter Neanderthal man. Groaning and breathing like a two bit hooker on speed, I grind my cock against her hand. As if in a dream, I see Mom kneeling in front of me. Opening the buttons of my jeans, she pull my cock to blessed freedom.

“Baby, you are much so bigger than your father, I hope I can do this right.” Mom worriedly said to me while looking at my cock, frowning.

Before I could assure her, she started nibbling on my balls and I nearly had lift off. It took some major concentration and bargaining with the devil, just to try and keep from blowing. Wow, my beautiful mother was actually sucking my cock. Flattening her tongue against my shaft, she licked till she reached the head and daintily nibbles some more, all the while looking at me. Playing around the head and sucking the glans, she pulls my aching balls.

“Open your legs baby.” Mom seductively ordered.

Sucking on her middle finger, she pops it out of her mouth and starts rimming my anus. Where the fuck did my proper Mother learn how to do that? I knew that I would not last very much longer and slowly start fucking her mouth. Taking my cock into her mouth, she sucks me completely down her throat, working her finger into my anus and start humming. Now I’m a sucker for deep throat, but man, the combination of all three techniques combined, had me shooting like a volcano. I tried to warn her but she just kept right on sucking, rimming and humming. She swallowed every last drop and my legs refused to hold me upright anymore, so I slowly sank down to my knees while adoring my angel of mercy.

Mom gives me a chaste kiss on the forehead, gets up and walks towards the door. Reaching for the door handle, she turns around.

“Sweetheart, please don’t read too much into this, I just can’t stand seeing my baby hurt. In future, please alleviate sexual frustrations yourself or find a nice girl. I’m off now, love you.” And with a blown kiss and a saucy wink, she left me still drunkenly reeling.

I don’t know how long I stayed on my knees, I actually should have spent the time wisely and prayed for deliverance, but no, not me. I just had the best blow job ever, and no, it kaçak bahis is not because of the taboo nature of it. My Mother can suck! No fucking wonder my Dad follows her around like a lovesick puppy when he’s at home. And another thing, she must be out of her fucking mind if she thinks that this will be our one and only encounter. I have cunnilingus to reciprocate and baby will I blow her mind. Time to start working on my strategy. Mission; Fuck Mom to death and beyond, just started.

Okay, so my strategy is not all that original, but walking around the house half naked and touching her all the time, had to work. Mom came home after Dad that night and I’m sure it was intentional. Not put off my game in the least, I start by hugging her and swirling my tongue in her ear, right in front of Dad. Don’t get me wrong, I love my Father, but Mom is wasted on an old geezer like him and I am willing to share her, for now at least. Pushing me away, she goes into the kitchen to start dinner. Dad’s watching a game on tv and I decide to go bug Mom.

“Hey beautiful, need some help?”

“Greg, if you’re serious about helping, you can start with the veggies. If you only want to annoy and harass me, bugger off!” Mom said with a straight face.

“Mom, of course I want to help, why would I offer if I’m not serious?”

“Well, okay then.”

Taking the veggies to the centre island, I start peeling and chopping them to Mom’s specifications. Starting to feel hot, I put plan B into effect.

“It sure is hot in here, how can you stand it Mom?” I ask while slowly peeling my shirt from my body.

How adorable she looks, mouth open, staring at my pecs and trying very hard not to drool. Stretching and flexing for effect, I, oh so, innocently turn to her and rub my chest.

“Something wrong Mom?”

“Uh…. Wh… uhm… no honey, just feeling the heat is all.” She stuttered.

I just bet she feels the heat, the mating heat that is. Moving around the kitchen, I make a point of rubbing against her and accidentally touching her. Setting the table, I called Dad and yes, you guessed it, I park my ass right next to Mom. Nervously she sits down and moves further away from me and I, being the innocent little lamb that I am, move closer under the pretext of reaching for the food platters. Unless she wants to sit on Dad’s lap while consuming her dinner, she has to stay put, try explaining that one to Dad. Ooh, I am so fucking evil, I practically ooze venom.

Dad being fixated on his plate never notices my straying hand. Moving my hand over Mom’s leg, I start pulling up her dress. I thought Mom was going to choke to death and proceeded to administer the Heimlich maneuver in my limited capacity as layman paramedic. Oh I knew that she wasn’t really choking, but, when opportunity knocks, you invite that sucker inside and make him your best friend. Gripping Mom from behind, I grind my erection against her and push my hands into her chest, accidentally copping a feel. Dad is absolutely useless and just gape at my heroic saving of Mom.

Having her breath returned Mom stops my award winning performance and sits down, assuring my Dad that she was alright. At least she now expects my very bad behavior and I can continue my assault on her senses. Once again I forge onward and stroke her thigh while slowly pulling up her dress. Wiggling on her chair only gains her a curious look from my Father, so she subsides. Silky soft flesh tantalizes my questing hand and I move closer to her honeyed richness. Dripping wet lace greet my fingers and I rub her through the rough fabric. Pulling the crotch to the side, I touch her dewy lips for the first time. My erection nearly burst through my levi’s and I had to covertly adjust my cock with my other hand. Stroking and dipping, I reach her engorged clit and tug it to full erectness. Turning my hand, I rub her clit with my thumb and insert two fingers in her dripping pussy and slowly finger fuck her to almost bliss. When I feel her pussy contractions begin, I remove my hand and leave her on the edge, not giving her satisfaction. You see, this is part of the plan, drive her insane with want until she comes begging. Sucking my drenched fingers into my mouth, I taste her sweet cream while rubbing myself to a mind blowing, silent orgasm. She knew exactly what happened and stared longingly at me, wishing that it was her.

Helping Mom by carrying the dishes to the kitchen, she tries to evade me and Dad goes back to his game. As Mom enter the kitchen for the third time, I yank her into my arms and kiss her senseless.

“You drive me insane, woman. I can’t stand not being able to touch you whenever I want to. I want to leave you hungry for more but I can’t, I have to taste you.” Dropping to my knees, I bunch her dress around her midriff and peel her lacey thong from her saturated pussy. I breathe deeply and gently kiss her bald crotch. Taking my thumbs, I pull her pussy lips apart and lick her entire pussy with my broad tongue. I can’t not get enough of her addictive juices. I suck her clit and flutter my tongue against it, driving her to growling pleasure. Inserting two, then three fingers, I fuck, suck and lick her to screaming orgasm. Quickly standing up, I kiss her and go to my Dad, explaining that Mom just thought she saw a mouse. Chuckling, he turns off the tv and went to say goodnight to Mom.

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As Aunt Carol and I went downstairs there was much moaning and soft whispers coming from Mom’s room. We went into the kitchen and Aunt Carol poured two glasses of a ginger liqueur over ice and passed me one.

“You’ve earned it. You hungry?”

She turned and opened the fridge. Bending over to peer inside she had her ass to me and I could see her wonderful meaty pussy was still dribbling strings of cum. Hers or mine or both. She pulled out some boiled shrimp and sauce and put them on the table and sat down. As we ate she quizzed me about some of my sexual experiences and I asked her about some of hers. Privately, she told me of losing her virginity when her date held her down and forced himself onto and into her. She then cheered up and described the first time she saw a real live cock and the first time she tasted cum. She was bubbly and excited as she described the first time she made love to someone. She told me of the first time she let someone touch, fondle and finally see and suck her tits and how much it thrilled her. And she blushed as she admitted the times she fantasized about forcing herself on me years ago. Finally I got her to tell of the first time she and Mom explored each others bodies, touched and experimented together. By the time she finished, it was late and I was hard again. She giggled and led me back to bed.

This time I lay down and she mounted me sixty-nine. I ate her sweet pussy and she sucked my cock. We had a small orgasm each. Then she turned around and mounted me. She slow fucked me for what seemed hours as I kissed her and sucked her tits. Finally she came one last time and collapsed next to me. I had nothing left to give and fell asleep with this wonderful, big, boisterous, and sexy woman curled up next to me. As I drifted off to sleep I admitted to myself that I could be very happy married to her for the rest of my life… Too bad she was my Aunt.

Saturday morning dawned and none of us stirred, save to stumble to the bathroom to piss and return to bed. Around eleven Aunt Carol went to the bathroom, then muttered something about a coffee IV and headed downstairs. I lay there remembering all the many surprises yesterday had held. I heard a soft voice.

“Bobby? You awake?”

Kate came in and crawled under the covers with me. She was still naked and I wondered if any of us would bother getting dressed all weekend.

“God, my head is still spinning. Last night was incredible!”

“Yeah, we could hear…” I teased.

“Yeah THAT was the most incredible orgasm I’ve ever had. Mom is amazing! But I mean all of it was incredible. Being stripped and bathed, seeing Mom and Aunt Carol naked and so beautiful, feeling their hands on me. God, what a thrill! But you were awesome Bobby. Feeling you take me like that… Wow!”

I rolled over and kissed her several times, each one deeper and more intense, then moved my kisses to her throat, chest and finally to her breasts. I kissed and sucked on each puffy nipple and Kate moaned softly as she stretched.

“God, this is heaven! Oh I love it so… Don’t stop Bobby, please don’t ever stop.”

I continued to suck on first one tit and then the other as my left hand slid down to her pussy. Her mound was incredibly soft, and smooth. I tossed the covers aside and moved to lie between her legs. She sighed as my beard caressed her thighs. I urged her to spread them and stared at what had to be the most beautiful pussy in the world. It was young, pink and perfect. When I kissed her mound there was no hair, no fuzz, nor stubble. Her puffy outer labia hid her small inner lips. When I spread them, her inner lips were small, pink and already a large drop of moisture seeped from the bottom and headed for her tiny tightly puckered asshole. I lapped it up and Kate moaned. I carefully spread her inner lips with my fingers and her vestibule (yeah, they later told me that was what to call it) was bright pink and glistened with wetness. More drops appeared in her tiny güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri vaginal opening and as I lapped them up I marveled that something that tiny had accepted my cock the night before. Her clit was a tiny nub peeking timidly from it’s hood and teasing it elicited gasps and twitching. I love eating pussy. But with her, I took my time and savored it. Kate moaned and mewed and whispered praise and encouragement until she was quivering in orgasmic joy. I eased off and just continued to kiss her smooth pussy and lap her sweet juices as they seeped from her lips.

“Oh god, Bobby! You’re the best! That felt so good. So fucking good.”

“Kate, I gotta say you have the most beautiful pussy in the world. I would love to eat you every damn morning.”

“Awww, that’s so sweet, in a perverted way. Thank you.”

“I mean it, it’s true. It looks so young, fresh and innocent. And so damn smooth! That’s not natural is it? But there’s no stubble from shaving…”

She laughed. “It’s lazer. Mom pays for me to get regular treatments. You’ve seen the gymnastic uniforms, they leave nothing to the imagination and even short hair is uncomfortable.”

I realized that it made perfect sense. It was also no doubt why Mom and Aunt Carol’s pussies were so neatly groomed.

Kate went to the bathroom and I laid back down. When she came back she stood in the middle of my room and did some stretches. Damn she was flexible!

“Oh Bobby, this morning I woke up and realized that my whole world has changed and I feel so good! So free and happy!” She exclaimed. “I have never felt this, this…Alive!”

I chuckled. “You look alive.”

She came over and hopped on the bed. “Fuck me again Bobby. Before anyone else gets involved. Just you and me. Please?”

Well hell yeah, I thought to myself, of course I would fuck her. But let’s see if we can get some answers.

“I dunno.. I AM awfully tired after all the sex last night… My poor cock is so worn out. You’d need to convince me, and maybe if you answered some questions I might get interested…”

“You got it! What do you wanna know?”

“Why do you dream of me forcing you to fuck? Where did that come from? The truth…”

“Oh Bobby… Growing up you were always in the lead. My big brother always showing me how to do stuff, riding a bike, playing soccer, even tumbling. You were always there for me. To teach me and to catch me. Was only confident enough to try things because you were there. So when I learned about sex and started fantasizing, it was scary, until I dreamed one night of you showing me how. Then it wasn’t so scary. And it just sorta grew from there. I never really expected it of course, but now I’m so thrilled it actually happened!”

“Wow, okay. That’s kinda sweet Sis. Thank you. But what about forcing you?”

She blushed and looked down before answering. “That’s because I’ve discovered I like being submissive. You see my roommate and assigned partner on the team is a Dominant and she forced me, taught me to be submissive in the bedroom… and I discovered that I liked it. We’re not into pain or anything like that, hell there’s plenty of pain and suffering just being on the team. But giving myself over to her, trusting her, and being rewarded is really nice. So my fantasies about you adapted as well.”

“So what do you want from me? A rape fantasy? Do you want me to tie you up? What?”

“Wow! A rape fantasy would be nice, but not today. I don’t think I’m ready for that. And restraints are something you need to plan ahead. Just fuck me Bobby. But be strong and forceful, tell me what to do and have your way with me. Oh and my safeword is Poptart.”

“Really? Poptart?”

“Yeah it’s easy to remember and not something I’m likely to say unintentionally.”

“Okay, well first off, I’m not aroused. So stand up there where I can see you and touch yourself.”

Kate hopped up and began to caress her body. I grabbed my phone güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri and she looked worried.

“Play with your pussy.”

She started rubbing her pussy. I took a couple of pics.

“Come on, please yourself, finger your pussy.”

She started to slip her fingers in and out of her folds and soon after had two fingers deep inside. I started filming her.

“Are they wet?”

She pulled them out and showed me. Moisture covered them.

“Is it tasty?” She hesitated. “Suck them, go on.”

Slowly she raised her hand and slipped her fingers into her mouth. Never breaking eye contact with me. She nodded, “Y-Yes.”

“Do it again.”

“B-But…”

“Do it again. Finger yourself and suck your pussy juice Kate.”

She actually looked nervous and hesitant but complied.

“B-Bobby?”

“Yes Kate?”

“F-Fuck me? Please?”

“Beg me.”

“Please Bobby, I need it, I need a good fucking. Please fuck me.I want to feel your big, hard cock inside my pussy. I want it so bad.”

I was filming her face as she pleaded.

“Even though I’m your brother and it’s incest, you still want me to fuck you?”

“Yes! I don’t care you’re my brother! I need a good fucking and you fuck the best! Fuck me Bobby, please? Fuck your little sister and make me cum! Please Bobby!”

I sat my phone down and stood up. I grabbed Kate and pulled her to me and I bent forward, kissing her hard, forcing my tongue into her mouth. My hands slid down her back to her firm butt and I squeezed a double handful, pressing her pelvis against my stiffening cock. She wrapped her arms around my neck and as I stood, lifting her, she wrapped her legs around my waist. She pulled herself higher and I realized what she was doing. I lifted my cock with one hand as the other probed her pussy to spread her lips. When she felt my tip against her, Kate slid down onto my shaft. She was quite wet and soon was fully impaled.

She stayed there a minute then lowly lifted herself up until she was almost off, then slid back down again. She smiled as she repeated the exercise. I loved feeling her small, firm ass in my hands. Kate kissed me as she rode up and down my shaft. I turned slowly and stepped over to the wall. Pressing her back against it, I started thrusting in and out faster. Kate moaned.

“Oh yes, oh yes Bobby, fuck me.”

It felt incredible but was difficult, so a minute later I turned and carried her to the bed. We lay on the bed, never breaking our union and fucked for while. Then Kate lifted first one leg and then the other over my shoulders. I felt her cross her ankles behind my head.

“O-Oh g-god…” she stuttered. “Y-You’re s-so d-deep… p-push-pushing, (gasp) on my cervix!”

Indeed I felt something but hell, what did I know about women’s insides?

“Is that a good or bad thing?”

“I-I don’t know… Kinda both… strange. J-Just be gentle.”

I put my hands on her small breasts and massaged her puffy nipples as we fucked. I resisted the urge to pound her hard in this vulnerable position and truthfully, the sensation was too good to spoil or rush. After a while though, we needed to change positions.

I lay down and let her mount me. She eased down onto my cock gently and started to slowly grind her pelvis against mine. She held her hands over her head and swayed. Damn! It was like she was dancing on my cock! It was wonderful! We stayed like this for what seemed like ages. Finally though she tired, placing her hands on my chest she leaned down to kiss me. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tightly. Then I slid my hands down to her hips and lifted her onto her knees. I started driving my cock into her. My thrusts grew faster and faster, harder and harder. Kate was gasping and grunting from the force of my efforts. Her cheek was on mine and she cried softly in my ear over and over again,

“Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god…”

This güvenilir bahis şirketleri faded away and soon she was only whimpering.

My orgasm was close and I lifted her off and flopped her onto the bed, standing in front of her I pulled her towards my cock, her mouth opened and she took as much of it as she could. Her head bobbed five or six times and I exploded. This time Kate managed to swallow each blast and didn’t gag. As my spurts eased she collected it in her mouth and when I pulled away, she swirled it in her mouth. She smiled, then swallowed and smacked her lips.

“I think I could learn to really like cum… well, yours anyway.”

I sat on the bed with her and she hopped into my lap. She kissed me and I wasn’t put off by the musky scent or the flavor lingering in her mouth. She grinned.

“You know, if you transfer to Colorado, we could get an apartment off campus together… no one would ever guess that we were fucking every night…”

Wow, what a thought…

We were still cuddling when Mom came in ten minutes or so later. She wasn’t naked but the short kimono robe hung open. Kate and I both eyed her awesome figure with new appreciation.

“Come downstairs, we’re fixing brunch.”

When we reached the kitchen, Mom and Aunt Carol had just sat down. A huge omelette was being divided up onto our plates. We ate and chatted like a normal family, save for the fact that we were pretty much naked. Mom quizzed Kate about her surprise trip home.

“Well, I guess I should confess. You’ll hear it from Daddy at some point. I took Gretta, my roommate and, uh dominant partner, up to the cabin. I wanted to our relationship more, try out something new. But of course I found Daddy and Uncle Jack were there already. Daddy explained that you guys were separating and why. I cried and begged him to reconsider. Hell I even offered to fuck him if he’d stay. He smiled and said that was sweet. Didn’t get angry or anything. Then he told me he was going to live with Uncle Jack and that I needed to go home. Gretta dropped me off here and I walked in on you guys.”

“Well I’m glad you didn’t invite her in,” Mom said. “That would have been embarrassing!”

“Yeah,” Kate said, “Gretta, this is my Mom, Aunt Carol and the guy with the dick in Carol’s ass is my brother Bobby, guys this is Gretta.”

After a bit Kate addressed the elephant in the room. “So last night Bobby said you guys just started… fucking. Anyone want to elaborate? I mean he didn’t just walk in and say ‘you wanna fuck’ did he?”

It was quiet for a moment and then Aunt Carol chuckled, “Well not those exact words, but close.”

“I came in unexpected and caught them making out.”

Kate grinned. “Oh wow!”

“And hell, I’ve wanted Aunt Carol for years and Mom said they would and well, we fucked for a while then went to take a shower.”

“Wait, you wanted to fuck her, but Mom offered?”

Mom put her hands on the table and looked at Kate. “You can guess that your father has been less that satisfying for quite a few years. And with this fine specimen of manhood needing a damn good reason to keep his mouth shut, I figured why not? I was betting he was hung like your father and, well, he had us cornered.”

Kate looked confused. “But two women making out isn’t that big a deal these days, even if you’re sisters. Something’s not adding up…”

Mom was struggling. Aunt Carol however, made up her mind. “It wasn’t just that he caught us making out. He recorded it, and what we were saying. Our business Kate? It’s a front. Your Mother and I are prostitutes. We work private parties and a select clientele. And we’ve been doing it for about three years now. There! I’ve admitted it. Now what?”

Kate stared at the two of them, her mouth open in disbelief. Finally she found words.

“Private parties? You mean like…”

“Gangbangs.” I said and Mom shot me a look of irritation and displeasure. “They did eleven guys once.”

“Shit! That’s… a football team!”

Mom looked like she either wanted to die or rip my head off.

“COOL!” Kate blurted out “Oh my god I’ll bet it was wild!”

Mom got up. “Carol will tell you all about it since she can’t keep her mouth shut without a dick in it. Bobby! Come with me!”

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“Are you coming out with us tonight?” asked Jenny, the buxom blonde woman who worked in the cubicle next to mine.

“We’re all going to the bar for a few drinks.”

“I don’t know Jenny… it forecasted rain tonight, and—”

“Oh come on Laura! You never come with us! It’ll only be a few drinks.” Jenny tried to persuade me.

I felt reluctant, but she had a point — I had never been out with the people from work. They would always come into the office the next morning still laughing and joking, and the truth is that I’ve always been a little jealous. But I’ve never had the courage to go. All my life I’ve been referred to as ‘socially awkward’ and I guess it’s not a lie.

There was another reason for my jealousy, and that had to do with Will. I’ve got one of those silly crushes on the guy. It’s not like I haven’t had relationships in the past — and yet every time he passes me my heart starts to beat a little bit faster. If he says hi I manage to respond with a shy smile, rushing past him before he sees my blush.

I suppose everyone else in the office knows. God, I hope he doesn’t know too.

But today, well I was feeling a little more confident than usual, I had just had my hair done — a deep shiny red that contrasted nicely with my blue eyes — and I was wearing my new black dress that clung to my hips in a subtly provocative manner. I had carried out in my head an encounter with Will in front of my mirror this morning, and didn’t feel as juvenile or pathetic as I usually did. I don’t know — maybe my stars were aligning. But this time I actually wanted to go. I had already decided to go.

“Okay Jenny. There’s gotta be a first for everything, I’ll come.”

As Jenny drove me to the bar I stared out the passenger window. I couldn’t stop thinking about Will. The way his dark curly hair always seemed perfectly untidy, his dark, dark brown eyes that almost looked black, and the way his broad shoulders tapered down to a narrow waist and gorgeous ass. I loved to walk behind him and watch the way his muscular back moved beneath his shirt. Every day I look forward to seeing him — it’s the best part of going to work. And now that I had climbed out onto a social limb, I hoped he would be there so it wasn’t all in vain. I know that he usually goes to the work outings, but I was paranoid and my brain was only too happy to think up reasons why he wouldn’t be there.

As we pulled into the park out the front, I spotted Will talking and laughing to a couple of other guys through the window. I breathed a sigh of both relief and apprehension. I checked my reflection in the mirror quickly to see if my lipstick wasn’t smudged, and caught the look of fear in my eyes. I told myself not be stupid and got out of the car.

Just before we walked through the door Jenny paused, turned to me and gave me a wink.

“Good luck, Laura” she said with a smile.

I frowned, and followed behind Jenny into the bar area. One of the men had gone somewhere, but Will and his friend Greg were still sitting on the bar stools. Greg and Jenny used to date, and sometimes still got together for a night of fun once in a while.

“Hey boys” Jenny sauntered past Will and sat down on the bar stool next to güvenilir bahis Greg with her arm resting on his shoulder. “Buy me a drink, Greg darling, and one for Laura too.”

Greg had been too preoccupied with Jenny to see me slide in behind her, and Will was facing away from the door.

“I’ll buy you a drink Laura.” At the mention of my name Will had turned to me and smiled, immediately turning my insides to jelly.

“No, no it’s okay” I stammered at the back of his stool, “I’ve got some money…”

I walked past him and Greg and waited to be served at the bar. God I am such an idiot. I should have smiled and said yes thankyou and battered my eyelashes. Well I guess it’s too late for that now.

He sidled in beside me — almost giving me a heart attack.

“No, please. It’s my treat.”

I looked up into his eyes — his face was close to mine. I’ve never been so close to him, I can feel his body heat along my body. His eyes were piercing into my own, his lips were moving, the corner of his mouth sliding up into a smile, the stubble on his cheeks that gave him that rugged, edgy look…. His lips were moving! Oh God I think he asked me something, and here I am daydreaming into his eyes!

“Sorry?” I abruptly came out of my reverie.

“I said: What would you like to drink?” he was still smiling, but his head now leant over on an angle. He was examining me.

It was disconcerting.

“Oh, I’ll have a vodka, lime and soda, thanks.” I muttered to the bar mat. My face must be as red as a tomato. Not a good look.

Just as my drink was handed to me another group of colleagues came through the door. One girl called out to Will and waved. As soon as his attention was diverted I slipped through the door that led outside to the bathroom. I rushed into the ladies and stood looking at my reflection. Yes, my blush was as bad as I thought it would be. I’ll just have a bit more of my drink and hopefully calm down a little.

I look down into my glass and find it empty. I decide to sneak out into the courtyard section of the bar and order myself another vodka, lime and soda. I can see Will still standing inside, talking to that girl. What’s her name? Amy. Ugh. I feel a rush of irrational loathing build up in me for the girl. I down the next drink almost as quickly as the first. The heat in my cheeks has subsided, but the heat in my body has risen. I think it’s time to go back inside.

Back at the bar — where there are considerably more people than when I left 10 minutes ago — there is a line of shots. Jenny sees me walk in and quickly rushes to my side. She grabs my elbow and tugs me over to the shots.

“Jenny, I really don’t think I should have one” I say.

“Come on Laura, when was the last time you let go, huh? When was the last time you had fun? I think there’s a wildcat beneath that shy exterior just waiting to get out! But you know; if you don’t want to then… well, it’s up to you.” Jenny already looks disappointed. She already knows I probably won’t do it. I look up and find Will looking back at me. He seems to be the only other person in the room that heard what Jenny said. I see a small smile on his face, but his eyes tell me that he thinks I won’t do it either.

I türkçe bahis do the shot.

Jenny turns to me with a look of shock, starts to squeal and gives me a hug, the kind of hug where you bounce around and knock things over. I have a big grin all over my face and a burning sensation down my throat. But I’m so happy. I look over Jenny’s shoulder to where Will was standing — but he wasn’t there. It doesn’t completely ruin my happy mood, but I feel a kick of disappointment in my stomach.

From then on I used my happiness and my new loss of inhibition to mingle among the other groups that congregate around the bar. I know most people’s names, but have generally avoided conversation with them at work. Usually conversing with people who are only acquaintances ends awkwardly as I soon find myself lost for words. Tonight I felt like a completely new person, and for once I was enjoying myself immensely.

A little further into the night, I note that I hadn’t seen Will in quite a while. Greg had just walked in from the courtyard with two empty glasses, but he didn’t go to the bar, instead settling down next to Jenny. I wonder if Will is still outside, and decide to go and have a look.

The courtyard is dark, lit only by the radiant light of the bar and small tea light candles on the tables. I see Will stand up from a table and head towards the back door.

“Will!” I cry out. “Where are you going?”

“Oh, hey Laura. I was going to have a smoke and realised I left my lighter in the car. Do you want to walk with me?”

His silhouette waited for me by the gate. I fumbled my way around the maze of chairs and tables and walked through the gate he held open. We walked slowly, side by side in the dark, for a while not saying anything. After a few more steps he stopped, and I stopped and turned to look at him. The contours of his face were lit in moonlight.

“Laura, I’m so happy you decided to come out tonight.”

Even in the darkness, I could feel his eyes on me. He had his head tilted on an angle again, waiting for me to say something. Or perhaps he was just looking at me.

“Oh Will, me too. I’ve had such an unbelievably good time.” I smiled up at him.

“You looked enchanting tonight. I’ve never before seen you so radiant, so vibrant. The way you are smiling at me now, it’s a smile I didn’t know existed. Even your eyes are smiling… and your lips…”

His dark, penetrating eyes moved then to my mouth.

All of a sudden my heart began to beat faster and faster. I wasn’t sure how my knees were still holding me up. Everything happened in slow motion.

Will leaned down and kissed me.

My skin started tingling all over. My stomach flipped, and a sweet agony burst into bloom between my thighs. He licked my lips with his tongue, and I opened my mouth to receive him. All of a sudden my hands were roaming all over his muscled body, and his arms were holding me tightly against him whilst his kiss turned deep, forceful and passionate.

We were so lost in the moment it took us a minute to realise we were standing in the pouring rain.

Our lips parted, and I lifted my face to the rain and laughed. Will leans down again for one more quick kiss.

“You’re güvenilir bahis siteleri so damn beautiful when you laugh” he whispers.

He takes my hand and we run across the street to a small park. He leads me around the side of the park behind a building, and we stand in the small shelter made by the overhang of the rafters. We’re both drenched, my dress glued to every curve of my body. I look over to Will. His eyes are slowly rising over my body, taking in the shape of my thighs, my panting belly and my quickly hardening nipples. It seems a struggle for him but from there he lifts his eyes to my face. At this moment I am almost overwhelmed with my desire for him.

In one swift movement he has his body against mine, pushing me against the cold brick wall. As he kisses me I can feel his erection hard against me. His lips move from my mouth to my jaw, then descends to lick and suck and kiss my neck. I’m surprised to realise my breathing is heavy, that I am almost panting. I lift one leg and wrap it around the back of him, opening my warmth and grinding my pussy against his truly hard cock.

“Oh Will” I pant in his ear.

“Oh Laura” he murmurs between the kisses on my neck. “I’ve wanted you for so long. I’ve always wanted you. Ever since we started working together.”

This completely sends me off the edge. I bring his lips back to mine, devouring him. I reach down and start rubbing his erection through his pants. I can hear him groaning through the kiss. His hands are on my breasts, rubbing, squeezing, and flicking his thumbs over my tingling nipples.

I can’t stand it. I pull the straps of my dress over my arms and pull down the top of my dress, exposing my rather large, soft tits and naked nipples to his administrations. He leans down and takes one into his mouth. He’s achingly good at teasing with his tongue, and when I least expected it, he takes my nipple between his teeth — a little nip that results in a stab of pleasure coursing through my body like electricity — ending at the opening of my soaking wet pussy.

I can’t wait any longer.

I undo his pants and release Will’s straining, rock hard cock. When I place my fingers around the shaft I can feel it throbbing. I look up into Will’s eyes. The uncontrolled desire in his face looks menacing and utterly predatory. It turns me on.

I quickly pull off my panties, wrap my leg around his hip and invite him in. I can feel his cock at my entrance. Then Will bends his knees and thrusts up, hard. His entire body weight pushes me against the wall, pushing until he reaches the end of me and still more. I cannot control the sound that comes out of my mouth. He picks up my other leg and wraps it too around his body. He holds me against the wall as he ravishes me. His fucking is hot, hard and heavy and completely erotic– a frantic accumulation of pleasure. As he thrusts harder and faster inside me I lose control of my thoughts, leaving only the senses. There is an amassing of intense pleasure inside my body and a sweet, overwhelming release as I quiver and shake and hold onto Will for dear life. His lasting groan as my inner muscles clench around him sends a tingle down my spine for no other reason than the reality of what had just happened between us.

“Should we go back, do you think?” I ask Will when I have caught my breath.

He pauses, and looks down at me with his head on an angle and his eyes smouldering.

“No. I’ve got a better idea.”

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Cabin Fever

Envision if you are able, an orange/brown stained Cedar log home built on a hillside. Perched in such a manner as to suggest it was made for just that spot on the rugged shoreline. After the picture is in your mind visualize you are lying in a King Size bed with a panoramic view through a glass wall overlooking a small tranquil inland lake. To the east the sun is beginning to peek over the rolling hills, covered in a variety of trees. There are but two buildings dotting the opposite lakeshore. You are so far from any other civilization and unless you have a good set of binoculars you are unable to make out many details of any one of the two homes on the southern shore. You are miles from any town or civilization with only a single lane gravel road for access. This was done strictly for privacy. All three tenants knew the other and the lake was a clandestine body of water owned by said tenants. Ours was the smallest of the three wilderness retreats. It was a three thousand square foot two story A-Frame house. When Jim had it built he wanted something that would be easy to keep up. I thank him each and every time I open the front door when we arrive each summer for two months and again in the winter for Christmas.

The three of us arrived around three the following day and spent the rest of the day unpacking and generally getting things into ship shape. The caretaker had done all of the heavy stuff and cleaning a few days earlier so we only needed to get out personal things stowed and settled it. I ended up hitting the sack around ten and the kids stayed up talking and drinking until who knows when.

I woke to that beautiful sight as mentioned above, smiling, and basking naked in the luxurious feeling for a few precious moments before I forced myself to get up and make my way to the en-suite bath. I flipped the shower handles, to the left wanting the water as hot as my skin would endure. While I waited for the steam to fill the room, I brushed my teeth. By the time I was done the mirror was fogged over. I stepped into the clouds of steam letting the hot little daggers of water hit me all over. I lathered up my sea sponge and let the suds wash away the sleep from my face and body. After about twenty minutes I stepped out remembering I didn’t have a towel.

“SHIT!” I yelled out.

Next thing I know Dani pushes open the door and in an alarming voice asked.

“MOM! You OK? What’s wrong?”

She looked at me half out of the shower naked and dripping and the smart ass little bitch knew in an instant what was wrong.

“DUH! Need a towel lady?”

“Yes I do smart ass. Hush up and get me one will you hon?” I said in my best little girl voice

“Sure mom.”

She turned and walked out then spun around and said.

“Nice hooters lady!”

I picked up the hairbrush and flung it at her missing by two feet.

“That’s enough out of you, tramp!” I said in mock anger.

I suddenly realized that her sister said much the same thing the other day by the pool. I stood there dripping on the floor watching her walk to the linen closet. She was back in a few seconds, holding the towel out just far enough that I could not reach it without moving closer.

“Want me to dry your back mom? I promise I will behave.”

“I think I can take care of myself honey. Thanks anyway. Why don’t you go see to breakfast if you are so ambitious?”

I took the towel and began to dry myself, watching Dani make her exit. As I let the large towel caress my skin and suck up the droplets of water, I let my mine drift away. I closed my eyes and wished it were Jim’s hands holding the towel. I became wet instantly. The thought of the things we use to do made me horny in no time. That man could fuck. His long cock filled me so absolutely full. I felt my nipples becoming hard and out of habit I grabbed each one and gave them a little pinch. I failed to hear my daughter re-enter the bath room as I stood there tweaking my nipples

“Mother! Really! Are you playing with yourself? You should be ashamed! You should be doing that in your room!” Her tone was reprimanding in a sarcastic teasing tone.

“Oh button up tramp. I am a woman and unlike you I choose not to put out for every hard dick I cause or come in contact with.”

It was my turn to be sharp tongued.

“Well, mother dear! For your information, this little tramp is not in the habit of letting men into her pants. The last strange hands in there belonged Teddy Bowers from the twelfth grade! All he got was a hand full of hair. So I will kindly ask you to refrain from calling me slanderous names without cause!”

“Do you mean to say my little girl is still a virgin?”

“I didn’t say that. I said it has been a long time since any strange man has felt or had privy to my charms! So you don’t have to worry güvenilir bahis that I am a cock crazed slut!”

Her voice was filled with hurt, her eyes beginning to tear up.

“Oh baby! Come here! I am so sorry. I didn’t realize! Really! I’m proud of you.” I gave her a hug, still wet from my shower. She wrapped her arms about me and I felt her draw me closer than usual. Instantly my mind went back to Deni and when she had hugged me by the pool. I released my grip and gave her a kiss on the cheek and thanked her for being smart enough to realize the dangers of life and avoiding them.

“Thanks mom! Oh By the way? For the record, you do have a great body, and I hope I look half as good when I get as old as you.”

Saying this she reached up and gave me a tit twister.

“OUCH! You little bitch! That hurt!”

I reached for her but she was gone in a flash. I took my tortured tit in hand and massaged comfort back into it with my fingers. Looking at my nipple I wondered if Dani realized that it was harder than when she grabbed it and getting harder now. My other hand went to my pussy and I slipped a finger into my nest and felt the wetness and hunger. I needed to get fucked badly. Real bad!

“SHIT!”

I finished my toiletries, dressed and made my way to the kitchen for coffee and breakfast. Phil was busy making scrambled eggs and bacon, my favorite. He looked just like his dad standing there with his back to me. Over six feet,and two-twenty. Not a pound of fat on him. He had the same physique as Jim. Broad shoulders and narrow waist, and like his dad, kept himself in good shape. I walked up behind him and kissed him on the neck.

“Morning, son. Got some of that for your sweet old mother?”

“Mornin Mom! Yeah. I made lots. There is plenty for everyone. Even my two lazy sisters. They still in bed?”

“Dani is up, but I am not sure if Deni is. Too bad! They snooze they lose.”

I looked over to see if the coffee was made and the pot was full”

“Oh you sweet hunk of man! You even made coffee!”

I gave him a big hug and kissed him again. This time I gave him a loud smacking kiss, leaving a set of red lips on his neck, pressing my proud firm breasts into his muscular back. I had a handful of abdomen in each hand and it sure felt like a six pack to me. His body was like an aphrodisiac and I began to moisten. My mind filled with images of pure wanton sex. It was as if some strange force took over my mind and body. I fought back and managed to win over my passion. I backed away and smiled nervously. I just couldn’t tell him he was turning me to mush. He looked so adorable with my lip imprint on him. I poured us each a cup and stood next to him as he prepared our meal. The intoxicating smell of after-shave reminded me more of his father. They were two alike, even down to the colognes and after shaves they used. I cursed myself under my breath, as I watch my braless nipples perk up under my halter-top. I cried out inside wondering how long I would have to live with this burning hunger, realizing I only had to allow myself to go out and find a willing stud to feed that aching hunger.

“What’s the matter mom? Is something wrong?”

“What? Oh no baby. I am just missing your dad is all…. It gets awful lonely sometimes.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

The pleading in his voice told me her truly cared and hated to see me this way, I knew. I just felt something was holding me back. I resigned myself to stop my pouting.

‘I’ll go get your sisters; they are probably fussy over what to wear, as usual.”

“OK Mom. I’ll set two more plates.”

I made my way to the back of the house where the girls shared the third bedroom. It was bigger than Phil’s, because girls needed more room. The three of us had vetoed Phil’s request for the larger room. I made my way to the room I saw the door was open a crack. I was about to push it open and yell out reveille when I heard a moan. I stopped dead. I peered into the tiny crack and were it not for my hand covering my mouth I would have screamed bloody murder. Deni was naked and her head was between Dani’s’ thighs and she was… she was licking g her sisters pussy. My face turned ten shades of red as I watched her devour her sister. My two babies were committing incest right under my nose. I stood there, knowing I should barge in and stop them yet I couldn’t move. It was as if I was welded to the floor. Deni was licking and slurping her sister’s crotch and her hands were filled with Dani’s’ tits. Rolling, pinching the stiff rubbery nipples. Dani was whimpering and I could barely make out what she said. What I did catch was the fact that Deni now knew what went on with me in the bathroom earlier.

“You really saw moms’ tits Dani”, she said between licks.

“Dam I wish I could have been there! She hugged you and you felt her fucking tits. Oh fuck Dan. That’s almost as good as the other day when mom and I were by the pool! I know what her tits feel like too! She türkçe bahis has a dynamite bod I would love to fuck.”

“Oh yes sister dear. Eat me baby. Eat my hot wet cunt baby. Eat me and make me fucking come, my sweet lover. Oh fuck yes. You eat me so good baby. Just imagine baby! If only mom were here with us? We could make a chain! A pussy, lapping, party. Oh dam I can almost taste mom’s succulent cunt. Eat me Deni darling! Eat sweet Dani’s’ cunt!”

Almost instantly I was transported back to my early twenties when I too did the same thing with my twin Valerie. It was almost deja vu. My hands traveled to my own weeping quim as I watched my babies playing Sapphic games. My nipples were as firm nubbins aching to be haggard, sucked, yes even mauled. I was desperate for someone, anyone to extinguish the fires burning between my legs. As I watched them Deni stopped her tongue worship and crab-walked until she was face to face with her mirror image.

‘So you like my idea of seducing mom huh? Think we can pull it off?”

“You wicked little slut Deni. You know I am sure we can. Have we ever failed to do anything we set out to do?”

Do you forget how effortless our last conquest was?”

As she spoke they hugged and then kissed like the lovers I now knew they were. They were just like Val and I. They broke away and Dani spoke out.

“We had better get dressed and get out there before they get suspicious and come looking for us.”

“Yeah you’re right hon. Lets go! We’ll have lots of time for fun and games later!”

I turned to leave them alone, making my way back to the kitchen. As I entered Phil turned looked my way.

“You OK mom? You look like you just saw a ghost!”

“No son. I um. I am OK Just a little sleepy still I guess.”

I was hoping he had not noticed my uneasiness. My nipples were still painfully hard and I was sure my pussy had soaked through to my shorts. I felt so embarrassed. I sat down and patiently waited until all were at the table and we ate. I hardly spoke but the girls and Phil were like hen-house chickens as the clucked on and on, about their day ahead.

Phil was going to go fishing and the girls said they were going to sunbath.

“Would you like to join us mom?”

“Yeah that sounds like a great idea. I need to get some rays on this snow-white skin. Do we have any sun-block? I don’t want to get burnt. You girls know how easy us red-heads can get fried in the sun!”

“We have everything from five to fifty five mom. So don’t worry your pretty red locks!”

“Good then it’s settled. Phil can go catch us lunch and we can get all tanned up and do diddlysquat!”

“Oh so I do all the work and you gals lie about and do shit?”

“You got it bro. So get your ass out there and get us some lunch!”

We all broke up laughing and for the first time today I felt easy. After us gals did up the dishes I went to my room to get changes into a swimsuit. I figured if we were going to tan I should try to expose as much skin as I could, so I opted for my teal green bikini. It showed just enough to keep me decent yet enough to tell all the men I had something to offer. I told the twins I would meet them out on the deck in fifteen minutes. As I stripped I couldn’t help but noticed my furry little nest was still wet from watching my daughters earlier.

“So! Deni suggests I shave all this curly red fluff hmmm? After all these years and she thinks I should just shave you bald!” I gave my head a shake. I was talking to myself again! Still it did sound kinda trampish! Maybe it would be something to mull over. I slipped one leg then the other into the bottom half of the skimpy suit. My mind went back to the happenings this morning with my two girls. Shivers ran up my spine as I wondered what they were going to try and do. Surly they wouldn’t try anything while Phil was here? Or would they?

“NAH! They wouldn’t be so bold.” I told myself. I was just being paranoid. Tweaking my nips one last time I secured the top around my neck as I made my way out to the deck on the lakefront. I opened the screen door to the deck and walked out past some deck chairs. I looked up and was startled to see both girls completely naked on the lounge chairs.

“DENI! DANI! What on earth?”

“What mom!”

“You…. You’re naked?”

“Yeah mom. No ugly tan lines! Besides who can see us out here?”

“I can! That’s who! And what if Phil comes out here? Did you two dimwits take that into consideration? “

“Oh mother stop being a prude! We are all girls and all in the same family. It’s no biggy! Come on. Chill out! Take off that suit and join us! Let your hair down, will you? So what if Phil comes out. One of two things could happen. He could turn tail and run or stand there like all pussy hungry males do and drool.

“Yeah mom. Besides you’re just as great looking as we are!”

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“Yeah, we are. But we are great looking little hussies eh Dani?”

“He’s gone out fishin mom. He left ten minutes ago and said he wouldn’t be back until at least lunch.

I didn’t know what I should do. Part of me? Said go for it and yet….. I decided to throw caution to the wind and take a chance.

“Ok but I am gonna need to paint that sun block on so I don’t burn. How would I explain sun burnt tits!”

They both cracked up and told me not to worry there was plenty of sunscreen to keep me safe. I reached behind me and unfastened the tie holding the bra in place. Both girls had sunglasses on so I could not tell if they were looking at me or not. I let my top fall to the deck and then slipped a finger in each side of the bottoms and wiggled my hips dragging the small green covering off until I was as naked as the twins. If they were looking they didn’t show any signs. I grabbed the bottle of thirty-weight and began to apply it to my breasts and torso and thighs as well as my feet and ankles. When I was convinced I was covered in the white cream I laid down I looked at them thinking it was my turn. I too had shades on so they would not be able to see if mom was a perv like they were. Deni and Dani applied the sunscreen to their young tight bodies. They spread liberal amounts over their full breasts their tummies, then down their well-muscled thighs finishing up at their slender feet. When they completed their fronts they turned about and Deni began to apply protection to Dani’s back her hands wandering all over making sure every bit of skin was covered. I had my sunglasses on so I could stare openly with no fear of them knowing. I watched as Denis’ hands came around to cup Dani’s large breasts. Rubbing them, tweaking the already proud standing nipples. Dani let her head fall back slightly and placed her hands over her sisters and pushed them into her hot flesh. I don’t know if they were doing it for my pleasure or theirs’. I didn’t really care. I was becoming wet watching them. I smeared the protection over my front, paying particular attention to my hooters. God forbid I burn those puppies! I applied the sunscreen all over my front covering every nook and cranny. I even spread some around my labia. I could not even imagine a sun burnt pussy!

As I witnessed their bold actions my mind took me back to that same time in my life when Valerie and I fooled around. We were so close to each other it seemed so natural to explore each other just as my daughters were doing at this moment. We spent hours upon hours just feeling each other up and putting our fingers and tongues everywhere we could, kissing and licking, sucking and biting each other to countless orgasms. I closed my eyes laid back letting the warming rays of the sun sink into my flesh. It felt good being out here naked and enjoying the warm rays from the sun and the cool breeze from the lake. In no time I was in dreamland letting my brain go blank. I don’t know how long I was asleep, but I felt a hand shaking my shoulder.

“Mom! Mom! Wake up. You’re done on this side. Time to turn over.”

It was Dani. She was standing above me, her body blocking out the sun. I opened my eyes and her two pendulous breasts were inches from my face.

“Huh? What? Oh Gees. How long was I out?”

“Oh I’d say about an hour. You should turn over and get some on your back. Here let me put some sunscreen on you so you don’t burn.”

I let my daughter help me turn around. She took my long hair and flipped it over my shoulder and let it fall over my left breast her hand following it, casually rubbing against the crown of my breast. I shuddered and I am sure she caught it. I heard her squeeze the bottle and it made a loud squirting noise. Then I felt her hands glide over my back, her touch was exciting. Her creamy fingers slide down to the small of my back and then up the sides dangerously close to the sides of my tits. I could not help but wonder if she would take the opportunity to grab a handful. She didn’t, and I cursed, under my breath. My god woman? What are you thinking? This is your flesh and blood. You want her to touch you! Do you want to have sex with your twin girls? All these thoughts were running through my brain. I was so lost in thought that it took a smack on my back to bring me back to reality.

“Mom lay on your tummy and I will get the back of your legs.”

I thought nothing of it lying down on my tummy. My aching breasts contacting the chaise and flattening out as I anticipated Dani’s touch once more. Her hands roamed over the backs of my thighs and down to my ankles covering me in a film of white. Back up to my….. I jumped! The little tramp was running her hands over my ass.

“Relax mom. You want your butt to get burnt?”

“No I guess not. It sort of startled me I guess.”

I relaxed and let her hands continue to rub the cheeks of my ass. Her hands went down between the crack and came within a fraction of and inch of touching my now went cunt. I prayed she would not touch me and discover the truth. That I was very much turned on, and powerless to stop her should she want to continue.

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I was lying in bed, in my pajamas, when I heard the lock turning in the front door of the apartment that I shared with my roommate, Lisa. Glancing at the clock on my bedside table I saw that it was only midnight. I knew it couldn’t be Lisa as she was working a 12 hour shift at the hospital, and wouldn’t be back until 10:00 in the morning.

I crawled out of bed and nervously made my way through the darkness to the entryway, grabbing one of Lisa’s liquor bottles as a weapon. I heard someone moving about in the living room, so I took a deep breath and flipped on the lights.

There was a man putting out blankets on the couch. He turned to face me when I turned on the lights.

“Who are you?” I asked him in what I hoped was a confident voice.

“Didn’t she tell you? She was supposed to at least warn you that I was coming over,” the man said as his eyes traveled up and down my body.

At this point I remembered that I was only wearing my favorite pajamas which consisted of peach colored short shorts and a peach colored top with only lace covering my breasts.

After I crossed my arms over my chest I asked him, “Didn’t who tell me you were coming?”

“Lisa. I’m her uncle. I’m in town for a few days and since your guys’ apartment is closer to where I need to be for my meetings, I asked her if I could stay.”

As I thought back, I could vaguely recall her mentioning something about that after we had had a couple of drinks. I was willing to agree to anything to get her to stop talking after a certain point as she got chatty.

I turned my attention back to the man, “Yeah, now that I think about it, she did mention it. Sorry, I hope you’re not offended. I’m Cassandra.”

“No harm done, I’m Mikal. Is that a welcoming gift for me?” he laughs and gestures to the bottle of vodka in my hand.

“Sure, why not. Lisa could have bahis firmaları picked a better time to let me know you were coming,” I let out a small laugh as I go to get two glasses and somethings to mix it with. “Do you want to watch something?”

“Sure, here I have one and I’ll put it in. Hope you don’t mind mildly scary.”

I shuddered a little bit, “No that should be fine.”

He put it in and sat on the couch. As I was setting things down, I had a chance to examine him a little bit. He was a lot taller than my 5’6″ and probably had close to 20 years on to my 23 years, yet there wasn’t overly much gray in his hair. The gray that was there only made him look better anyway.

I found my breathing getting shallower the more I studied him and knew that I needed to calm down. I handed him his drink and sat next to him. I had made my drink stronger after I had started getting turned on. No need to start hitting on my roommate’s uncle.

The tv darkened and then relit with ‘Piranha 3D’. I gulped, I had seen one of the series before and hadn’t been able to finish it nor go into water for a while afterwards. Mikal’s arm slid around my shoulders and I took a massive couple of swallows of my burning drink.

After another drink or two, my head was swimming a bit and I was pleasantly relaxed. I’m sure that my dark brown eyes were unfocused but I was able to see the TV well enough.

They were film the ‘Wild Wild Girls’ show on the movie when Mikal asked me, “Would you ever be able to do that?”

“What? Show my boobs to a camera? No.”

“How about a stranger?”

I shivered with lust, “If it was just one, yeah, I probably could if there was something in it for me.”

“Like what,” his deep voice in my ear had my pussy getting wetter and wetter.

“Like if he let me see his cock.”

“Why would you want that of kaçak iddaa all things? You could ask for money too you know?”

I blush and look down noticing the bulge in his sleeping pants, “I know but I’ve never gotten to see a cock in person before.”

“Well, we can’t have that,” and before I can ask what he meant, he slides his pants down enough to free his erection.

Transfixed I reach for it with my hand and start rubbing it up and down. I cannot touch my fingertips together, but I do not know if that normal so I just keep going. My mouth starts to water and I want to try something else I read about.

I move to my knees in front of him and he pushes his pants down more and spreads his legs for me. I lean forward and take the head into my mouth. Licking around it, up and down, across the slit; trying different things.

I shift and take more of his cock into my mouth. His hands tangle in my long brown hair urging me on. I take him as far as I can before going back up and then I repeated the process. My hand went to the base to the length that I could not reach. Saliva dripped down from my mouth making it easier to stroke him at the same time as I sucked on him. It did not take much longer until he was pushing me down as far as I could go and cumming down my throat.

My pussy throbbed in time to my heart beat knowing that I had managed to make him cum.

“Now it’s your turn,” he told me.

Confused, I asked “My turn for what?”

“To show me those lovely breasts of yours.”

With my head still full of alcohol and lust, I stood up and raised my top up over my head and took it off. I self-consciously stood there as he just stared for a minute.

Then, before I could realize what was happening, he had pulled me down so I was straddling his lap with my chest in his face. A moan escaped my mouth as he took one nipple kaçak bahis into his mouth and the other between two of his fingers. His other arm kept me braced against him.

“Mmm your skin tastes sweet, I wonder if your whole body will,” he commented before plundering my mouth. With as talented as his mouth was I was content to let him have me however he wanted me.

He went back to my chest and my pussy started throbbing even harder; begging for attention. I had not gotten to play with it earlier due to hearing the door, so it had been a few hours since I had cum last.

I started rocking against him just a little hoping for a little stimulation, but ended up with way more. Mikal figured out what I wanted and threw me down onto my back, pulled my shorts and panties off, and then slid down my clit making buck, and into my pussy.

Soon a second and third finger followed that first finger. The third finger was a bit of a stretch but he started licking my clit and all thoughts flew from my mind.

I heard crinkling and then felt something blunt at my entrance as Mikal’s weight settled over me. He slowly pushed inside as I started begging for more and more. I bit my lip to keep from screaming when he finally picked up the pace and started pounding into me.

My fingernails raked down his back as he whispered how many more times he was going to fuck me, how tight I was, how he was going to fuck me until morning time and if I was lucky then maybe he would be done before Lisa got back. The thought of her walking in while her uncle fucked me sent me over the edge. My back arched, my pussy tightened around his big cock, and I came.

Mikal kept fucking me the entire time I was cumming but did not last much longer. I felt his hips stutter and then he slammed into me a few final times before falling to the side of me, breathing hard.

“Don’t think we’re done. I do intend to keep fucking you. You are far too sexy to go to waste,” he said as he grabbed a breast and kissed me again. “You should get some rest while you can. It’s going to be a long night.”

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Ve şimdi şunu da anlıyorum ki seni de çok ama çok seviyorum.
Çünkü sana zevk vermek için elimden geleni yapmaya çalışıyorum ve bazı şeyleri tehlikeye atarak seni sevgine karşılık vermeye çalışıyorum bu gece bizim için bir başlangıçtı ve biraz sabır edersek ve sen sevmeye devam edersen daha çok zevk ve tatlar yaşayacağız.
Hiç istemeden de olsa ablanın evinden ayrılmak zorunda kalıyorum o güzel dudaklarından, amından götünden ayrılmak çok zorda olsa ayrılıyorum aşkım bir daha öyle bir fırsat yakalarsak ki yakalayacağız o zaman götünden seni sikmek istiyorum.
Senden istediğim canım götünü o güne hazırlamanı istiyorum ayrıca amının o güzel tadını tatmanı beni düşünerek amının suyunu yalamanı istiyorum

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Evli tombul arkadaşım Neslihan

Çalıştığımız yerde iş için sürekli seyahat etmek zorundayız. En son seyahatimizde 6 erkek ve 1 bayan birlikte gitmiştik. Gündüz işlerimi bitirdikten sonra çoğunlukla 2-3 bira alıp odama çekilip içmeyi tercih ederim. O gün akşam yemeğimizi arkadaşlarla birlikte yiyip, otelin etrafında kısa bir tur atarak her zaman yaptığımız gibi markete gidip su, sigara, bira, çerez, kola… almıştık. Daha sonra herkes odalarına çekilmişti. Odama girdikten kısa bir süre sonra grupta bulunan bayan arkadaşımız Neslihan beni aradı. Odasındaki televizyon, kanalları göstermiyormuş, yardımcı olup olamayacağımız sordu. Ben de bekle bir bakayım dedim ve üstümü düzelterek Neslihan’ın odasına gittim. Gerçekten de televizyonunun kanalları göstermiyordu. Kumandayı elime alıp kanal taramaya başladım. İşlem biraz uzun sürmüştü. Neslihan bana “boş ver istersen başka zaman yaparız” dediyse de ben erkekliğe laf söyletmemek için işleme devam ettim. Bunu üzerine Neslihan bana: Senin de rahatını bozdum, istersen biranı buraya getir öyle ayarla dedi. Biraz itiraz ettiysem de sonunda kabul ettim. Biralarımı koyduğum poşeti olduğu gibi Neslihan’ın odasına getirdim.

Neslihan oldukça şişman, aslında biraz da çirkin bir kadındı. Ve en önemlisi, evliydi. Biramı açtım ve bir tane de Neslihan’ a verdim. Televizyon kanalları ararken biz de sohbet etmeye başladık. Bu arada televizyonun işlemi bitti fakat Neslihan: istersen burada kal beraber sohbet ediyoruz diye teklif etti. Saatler ilerlerken konu giyim kuşama geldi. Neslihan kendini beğenmediğini, çok kilolu olduğu için her şeyi giyemediğini söyledi. Ben de yok canım falan dedim. Bu arada televizyonda biraz dekolte bir kıyafetli kadın görününce Neslihan bana: Bak işte ben de böyle biraz dekolte giymek istiyorum dedi. Aman canım dedim giy işte bence dekolte güzel olur dedim. Bunun üzerine Neslihan eşofmanının fermuarını biraz indirdi, göğüs çatalı oldukça açılmıştı. Böyle nasıl diye sordu. Güzel de dedim, ekrandaki kadının sanırım iç çamaşırı yoktu deyiverdim. Bunun üzerine Neslihan 1 dakika dedi ve banyoya gitti. Geri geldiğinde sütyenini çıkartmış olduğunu fark ettim. Memelerinin de neredeyse uçları hariç hepsi ortadaydı. Valla dedim bence iyi de eşin izin verir mi? Aman dedi, o zaten hiç bir şeye izin vermiyor. Onun yüzünden (memelerini göstererek solup gittiler. Hadi yaa dedim, hiç öyle görünmüyorlar. Bilmem ki dedi, sence güzeller mi? Evet ama demeye kalmadan eşofmanını çıkartmış ve memeleriyle çıplak kalmıştı. Yanıma gelerek: Kontrol etsene dedi. Ellerimi ilk defa Neslihan’ın memelerine götürmüştüm. Fakat Neslihan öylesine şişmandı ki yıllar boyu arkadaşlık yapmamıza rağmen hiç ilgimi çekmemişti. Onu o şekilde görünce çok etkilendim ve okşamaya başladım. Sikim de kalkmıştı. Memeleri yumuşaktı fakat avuçlarımın içini tamamen doldurmuşlardı. Biraz da sarkmışlardı ama karşımda duran iki sıcacık meme karşısında çok etkilenmiş ve okşamaya başlamıştım. Neslihan’ da bu durumdan epey etkilenmiş olmalı ki elleriyle bel bileklerimden tutup memelerine daha da bastırmama sebep olmuştu. Eşofmanının üstünü çıkardı. Göbeği vardı ama içimden göbeğini yalamak geldi. Dilimle göbeğinin üstünden başlayarak yalamaya başladım. Büyün göbeğini yalamıştım. Sıra memelerine gelmişti. Memelerini de yalamaya başlarken kendimizi yatakta bulduk. Eşofmanının altını da çıkarttığımda kilotunun g-string olduğunu gördüm. Kalçaları kocamandı. Yağlıydı ama altımda öylesine inliyordu ki kilosuna falan aldırmayıp her tarafını yalıyordum. Dudaklarımız da birleşmişti. Neslihan da benim sikimle oynuyordu. O an ikimiz de soyunup çırılçıplak kalmıştık. Çok şişmandı ama şişmanlık ona ayrı bir seksilik katmıştı. Meme uçlarını emmek çok zevkliydi. Sabaha kadar seviştik. Sabah olunca da olayı unutmaya karar verdik çünkü bu işin sonu yoktu.

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