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“Did you pack my thermal socks babe?”

“Yes honey, they’re in my blue suitcase,” I yelled from the kitchen.

I sipped on my coffee and skimmed through my email using our ipad. Matt was still getting ready; we had a flight in two hours. We were on Christmas vacation and were spending it with Summer and Adam in Colorado, up in the mountains in a log cabin.

About an hour later, we had checked in for our flight and were walking towards our gate. As we walked, I began to feel a bit nauseous and light headed.

“Babe, do you mind holding up a bit, I need to use the restroom.”

Matt paused and I walked towards the ladies room. I set my purse down on the counter then washed my face. I began to feel clammy and even more nauseous. There was a stirring within me and I felt my palms go cold and sweaty. I rushed off to a stall and hunched over the bowl, I immediately began puking. It took a couple minutes for me to feel settled. I walked back to the sink and washed my mouth and face. I figured it must have been something I’d eaten the day before that had caused my stomach to be upset. After composing myself, I went back out and rejoined Matt. We walked to our gate and sat patiently, waiting to board.

We’d been married for a year and six months now and were thoroughly happy with one another. Sitting on the airplane I held Matt’s hand,

“I can’t wait to see Sum and Adam, it’s been ages.”

“I know, almost a year now,” Matt stated, referring to last Christmas when Summer and Adam came down to Miami for a few days.

When we landed in Denver, Matt whipped out his cell phone and called Adam, their flight was supposed to have arrived an hour before.

After a brief conversation, Matt grabbed the heavier of our bags and turned to me,

“They’re getting the rental car. He said to wait for them at the curb, baggage claim 15,” he informed.

I clutched our pull-along and followed Matt out.

We only had to wait a couple minutes before a silver SUV pulled up in front of us. We peered in through the window and saw Adam and Summer. Adam hopped out and helped Matt pack the bags into the rear of the vehicle. I gave him a brief hug then crawled into the backseat.

“Ohhh my god Kimmy!! You look amazing hun,” Summer squealed.

She leaned back from the passenger seat and we hugged,

“So do you Sum, it’s so nice to see you guys.”

Matt and Adam hopped in and we drove off.

The drive to the cabin was a lengthy one, almost an hour and a half, but it gave the four of us lots of time to catch up.

We stopped for lunch and just before getting back on the road, Summer wanted to take a quick restroom break. I joined her although I didn’t really have to go. I was still feeling a bit squeamish from this morning and decided to wash my face with some cold water. I heard the toilet flush and watched as Summer emerged. She proceeded to wash her hands and looked over to me,

“Everything okay babe? You look kinda pale,” she stated.

“Really? Ohh, I’m fine, just feeling a bit nauseous, maybe it’s the altitude,” I replied, “Although. . .” I stated before stopping.

“Although what?” Summer followed up.

“Well, I threw up this morning in Miami, so it can’t be the altitude, maybe it was just something I ate,” I tried to reason.

I felt Summer’s hand on my shoulder, then she began to rub my back.

“You think aspirin will help? That’s all I have on me.”

“No thanks hun, I think I’ll be okay,” I replied.

I gave my face another rinse in some cold water while Summer caringly held my hair. Wiping my face, I noticed Summer seemed to have something on her mind.

“What is it Sum?”

“Well, do you mind if I ask when your period is?” she asked.

I immediately knew what Summer was thinking. It took a few seconds for me to get my dates right, but I finally looked up at her,

“Umm, it’s supposed to be tomorrow,” I replied, tossing the paper towel in the trash.

“Have you been taking your pill regularly?” Summer asked.

“Well. . .I missed a day a couple weeks ago,” I admitted guiltily.

“Kimberly!” Summer scolded.

“What?! I told Matt, we even used condoms for a few days,” I defended.

“I think we need to get you a pregnancy test.”

I began to feel nervous, but deep down I knew Summer was right. The more I thought about it, I hadn’t eaten anything out of the ordinary.

I looked up to Summer and knew she could see the distress in my eyes,

“Don’t worry honey, I’ll buy it, there’s a pharmacy across the street. Just head back to the car and tell the guys I went to buy some snacks. We’ll do it tonight, together.”

Summer’s words were so calming. She put her arm around me and gave me a brief hug before we made our way back outside.

XXXX

That night, after settling into our rooms, the boys cooked us dinner; grilled chicken and vegetables. After dinner, we found ourselves in the living room, relaxing in front of a roaring fire. Matt and I were laid out on the couch, cuddled up under a blanket. Summer and Adam were snuggled güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri under a blanket of their own, on the floor in front us, on the plush shag rug. As the night drew on and the conversation dwindled, Summer announced that she was going to take a shower,

“Uhhh, Kim, want to come see those boots I was telling you about?”

It caught me off-guard, but I was quick to recognize Summer’s trivial excuse to head off together.

“Sure Sum, let’s have a look,” I replied as I crawled out of Matt’s arms.

Summer and I locked ourselves in hers and Adam’s bathroom. I watched as my friend dug through her purse and retrieve the pregnancy test. Summer opened the box and handed me the plastic stick. She breezed through the instructions, and looked up at me,

“Okay babe, do your thing,” she smiled.

I quite calmly lowered my cotton sweats along with my black cotton underwear and sat on the toilet bowl. I stuck the stick between my thighs and waited.

“Want me to run some water?” Summer joked as she took a seat on the edge of the tub.

“Just give me a second,” I insisted.

A few seconds later, the silence in the bathroom was broken by the sound of liquid trickling. When I was done, I placed the stick on the edge of the tub and went about wiping myself and pulling up my pants. I flushed the toilet and washed my hands. Picking up the box, I noted the two minute waiting period. Summer had her phone out and was checking the time. I was so nervous; I paced up and down in the small space the bathroom offered. Summer picked up the stick and focused her gaze.

“Is the time up?” I anxiously asked.

“Yup, two minutes just passed,” Summer replied.

“Well?!?”

Summer looked up at me with a smile, her eyes glassy,

“It’s positive babe,” she calmly stated.

The news hit me sharp, my mind began to race and my heart pounded so hard against my chest,

“Positive?!? Are you sure??!? Positive?!” I asked.

“Yes Kimmy, it’s positive,” Summer replied, holding the stick out for me to see the plus sign.

An immediate smile hit my face when I saw the results for myself. Summer sprung up to her feet and hugged me tight,

“Oh my god babe, you’re pregnant!!” she announced in hushed tone.

I wrapped my arms around Summer and hugged her with the same exuberance.

“I can’t believe it!!” I replied, tears running down my cheeks.

As we broke our embrace, Summer wiped the tears from my face, and I saw that she was also crying.

“Oh my god! When should I tell Matt?” I asked, almost dumbly.

“It’s got to be right away right? I mean, I think Adam would want to know the second I was pregnant, and besides, it’s going to be kind of obvious if you’re the only one not ordering wine at lunch or dinner tomorrow,” Summer replied.

“I’m so nervous Sum,” I admitted.

“Don’t be Kimmy, it’s Matty, he’s gonna be over the moon. Come on, go take a shower and try to relax.”

I took Summer’s advice and took a quick shower then returned to the living room. Standing over the back of the couch, I leaned over and stared down at Matt,

“Hey babe, I’m heading to bed now,” I softly stated.

“Okay sweetie, I’m gonna shower, be there in a bit,” he replied.

We said goodnight to Adam who was putting out the fire then headed to our room.

Lying nervously in bed, I couldn’t stop fidgeting; I wasn’t sure how I was going to break it to Matt. Suddenly, an idea sprung into my head. I rushed over to my purse and retrieved my lip stick; bright red lipstick. I rolled up my thick cotton jersey and lay on my back. I did my very best as I wrote on my tummy, the handwriting wasn’t the best, but the message was clear, “You’re A Daddy.” Standing up, I looked at myself in the mirror; I turned to the side and tried to imagine myself with a pregnant stomach. There was an immovable smile on my face. When I heard the shower shut off, I put my lipstick away and rushed back into bed.

Matt emerged a couple minutes later and was about to switch off the lights. I had to stop him so I made up an excuse,

“You could leave the lights on for a bit, I have to find some socks, my feet are cold.”

“I could get some for you,” Matt offered as he made his way over to our suitcase.

“Well I thought you could keep me warm for a bit,” I cutely stated.

Matt smiled and crawled onto the bed and over to me.

I smiled as Matt made his way over to me. Supporting himself with his arms so his entire bodyweight wasn’t pressed against me, Matt leaned in and we kissed. I moaned softly and stuck my tongue out just a bit. Matt did the same and we flicked our tongues back and forth against each other. I raised my legs, bending them at the knee and planting my feet flat against the mattress, holding Matt between my thighs. He lowered his face and began kissing my neck. I smiled to myself, feeling his warm tongue on my skin. As Matt continued his delicate pecking, I ran my hands through his damp hair, softly rubbing his head. After a few minutes, I began to gently pushing Matt’s güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri head down, not for oral sex but rather to try to get him into position. Matt complied, making his way down my body, pausing to softly caress my breasts through my jersey. He kept moving lower, then finally I felt his hands on the edge of my jersey. Matt lifted the garment a little, and I felt cool air against my skin. He lowered his face and kissed my exposed abdomen, then up to my bellybutton. I sighed and giggled, his touch was ticklish.

Matt began to raise my jersey further, then his kissing stopped. He raised his head off me a bit,

“What’s this babe?” he questioned.

“What’s what honey? I asked, playing dumb.

“There’s some red stuff on your stomach,” he replied.

“Really? Why don’t you raise up my shirt and see what it is,” I baited.

Matt began to roll my oversized jersey up, to just below my breasts. I watched his face as he stared down at my stomach. He looked up at me with brightened eyes,

“Is this for real?!?”

I bit my lower lip and nodded affirmatively.

“We’re pregnant?!? You’re pregnant?!?” Matt shouted.

“Uh huh,” I stated.

Matt leapt onto me and hugged me tight, he pressed his lips against mine hard. I wrapped my arms around him feeling relieved. We kissed and laughed and cried together, all at the same time. I could feel cold liquid on my face as Matt’s tears dripped on to me. We both sat up and continued to hug,

“I take it you’re happy?” I asked.

“Are you kidding? This is the most amazing news ever!!” Matt immediately responded.

“I’m glad, because I think it is as well.”

We kissed again then I wiped the few tears that were running down Matt’s cheeks.

“I love you so much Kimberly,” Matt smiled.

“I love you too Matty.”

We turned off the lights and crawled under the blanket. Matt spooned me, holding my body close to his. I took his arm which was draped over my body, and raised my shirt, then placed Matt’s palm against my stomach.

He wanted to know every detail of the past few hours and I was happy to tell him.

“Do you think Summer told Adam?” Matt asked.

“No, she said she wouldn’t, we can tell him at breakfast.”

Matt was rubbing his thumb against my stomach as I wiggled my body, cozying up against him.

“So, do you think it’ll be a boy or a girl?” I asked.

“I just want a healthy baby,” Matt replied.

“I know me too, but I’m just asking . . . if you had to choose,” I pestered.

Matt giggled and kissed my shoulder,

“Well let’s see, a boy would be cool, I could teach him lots of manly stuff,”

At this point I chuckled and Matt playfully tickled my stomach as a form of admonishment.

“As I was saying,” he continued, “We could do all sorts of manly stuff, but I think I’d like a girl. Another little you running around, she’d be such a princess.”

My eyes began to well up again as I arched my head back and kissed Matt on the cheek.

XXXX

The next morning I was up first. It was freezing. I walked to the bathroom wrapped in a blanket and proceeded to brush my teeth. Smiling uncontrollably, I soaked a hand towel in warm water and washed my stomach which was still covered in lipstick. After going to the bathroom, I walked back out to wake Matt. I combed my hand through his now silky soft hair and whispered into his ear,

“Daddy. . .daddy. . .time to wake up.”

I watched as his eyed opened and he turned to me with a smile,

“I’m gonna get started on breakfast,” I whispered before giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

Out in the kitchen, Summer had already started a pot of coffee and was getting the eggs out of the refrigerator.

“Morning Sum, Adam still asleep?”

“Hey Kimmy, no he’s awake, he’ll be out in a bit,” she replied, “What about Matt?”

“The same,” I answered as I walked over and switched on the stove.

“So did you tell him?” Summer eagerly asked.

I smiled at her and nodded.

“And?!?” she asked persistently.

“He was so happy Sum, it was the absolute best reaction I could hope for.”

“Awww, I’m so happy for you guys,” Summer beamed as she reached out to give me a hug.

“Morning girls!” Adam greeted as he entered the kitchen.

Summer and I broke our embrace and went back to seeing about breakfast.

“Hey Adam, how’d you sleep?” I asked.

“Like a baby, Kim,” he replied.

Summer and I looked at each other and burst out laughing.

“What’d I say?” Adam asked as he poured himself some coffee.

We both stared silent at him,

“Ummm, I’ll let Matt tell you,” I replied.

“Tell me what?” Adam inquired.

“Kimmy’s pregnant,” came Matt’s voice as he walked through the living room and into the kitchen.

“What?! For real?”

Summer and I both nodded at Adam.

“That’s amazing!” Adam shouted as he walked over and hugged Matt.

After the two embraced, Adam made his way over to me; he kissed my cheek and gave me a big hug,

“Congrats güvenilir bahis şirketleri Kimmy,” he whispered into my ear.

“Thanks Adam.”

We all sat down for breakfast, discussing the topic at hand.

After breakfast, we all got changed and went down to the ski resort and spent the morning skiing. Matt had never skied before so it was kind of fun to teach him. By lunchtime we’d have our fill of the slopes and called it a day. We dined at a nearby steakhouse for lunch. Summer and Adam insisted they paid, a celebration lunch for our good news she explained.

Back at the cabin, we played board games in the living room and just enjoyed each other’s company.

“Have you guys started talking about names yet?” Summer asked.

Matt and I looked at each other and shook our heads.

“Well I’m just putting it out there, “Summer” is a great name for a girl,” Summer joked.

We all laughed then Adam chimed in,

“I’ve always liked “Sarah”.”

“Babe, stop giving away all our good names,” Summer chided, playfully jabbing Adam in the stomach with her elbow.

“Don’t worry Sum, Adam’s already given me the entire list,” Matt teased.

XXXX

We were all still pretty stuffed from lunch and just had a light dinner, some toast and tea. After Matt and I showered, we made our way back out to the living to lay by the fire. As we rounded the corner into the living room, we stopped in our tracks. We saw Adam and Summer laid on the floor, Summer straddling him as they made out.

“Come on, let’s head to our room,” Matt whispered as we retreated.

We couldn’t help but laugh as we closed our door,

“I guess no romantic fireside cuddling tonight,” I jested.

I crawled into bed with our ipad and Matt sat at the desk with the laptop. We caught up on some emails and Matt checked on some work stuff. My mom had written to make sure everything was going okay and that we were all safe. As I typed out my response assuring her we were fine, I contemplated telling her the good news. In the end, I opted not to, choosing instead to do it face to face.

I switched off the ipad and set it aside,

“Are you coming to bed soon?” I asked

“Uhh, yeah hun, one minute,” Matt replied.

Matt eventually closed the laptop and turned in his chair to face me. I was laid on my back, watching him, waiting for him to join me. I patted my thighs with my palms, inviting Matt over.

“What were you doing on the laptop?” I asked as Matt made his way over to me.

“Looking at cribs,” Matt admitted.

I smiled warmly as Matt crawled onto the bed. He rested his head on my thighs and laid perpendicular to me.

“Wow what a day!” he sighed

I sat up and rested my back against the wooden headboard, then adjusted Matt’s head, positioning him so he lay against my pelvis. This way I could look down at his face. Matt turned his head to me and smiled. I cradled his face in my hands and returned his smile.

“How are you feeling?” he kindly asked.

“Okay today,” I assured him.

“Did you make the doctor’s appointment?”

“Yup, first thing when we get back.”

Matt reached over and rolled up my flannel shirt, exposing my stomach. He pressed his hand against my skin and my tummy quivered. We both smiled. Matt just laid there while I twirled his hair in my fingers, his warm hand against my stomach.

“Trying to imagine it all fat and ugly?” I asked teasingly.

“You will never be ugly, and neither will your tummy,” he replied as he leaned over and kissed my stomach.

Matt planted a few sweet pecks around my belly button, then crawled up to my side. I wrapped my arm around his neck and pulled his lips to mine. As we continued to kiss, I rolled myself onto Matt’s body and squirmed against him. I could feel his hardon press against my thigh and I pressed myself harder against him. Reaching down, I clutched onto Matt’s t-shirt and began lifting it off him. We had to break our kiss so I could get his shirt off him. I smiled down at his chest and ran my hands across his skin. His nipples were rock hard in the cold and I playfully tweaked them in my fingers. Matt in the meanwhile had begun to unbutton my thick flannel pajama long sleeve shirt. After undoing the final button, Matt opened my shirt and gazed upon my naked flesh. My body involuntarily shivered as I felt the cool air. Matt and I giggled and he pulled me down to him. We kissed again as we pressed our chests together, Matt’s skin was so warm and comforting.

Matt slid his hands down my back and beneath my matching flannel pajama pants. I felt his hands roaming across the cotton back of my underwear, caressing my butt cheeks. Soon Matt had my pants and underwear around my ankles and I was grinding my naked sex against his still covered hardon.

I dug my fingers into Matt’s cotton sweats and pulled them down his body. We smiled lovingly at each other as I quickly straddled Matt. I pressed his cock down against his stomach, trapping it there with my pussy. I watched as he groaned blissfully as I squirmed my pussy up and down his throbbing cock. Matt placed his hands on my hips and I knew what he wanted. I raised my hips and pressed the head of his cock against my opening. Lowering myself onto Matt, I leaned over and lay down against him. With his entire cock buried inside me, I stared into Matt’s eyes and gave him a quick kiss.

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The world suddenly shifted gears as two sets of powerful legs rushed into view. Her eyes were dragged from the lazily bouncing ball to the contest of strength occurring between the players pursuing it. She could see the muscles of their legs moving under the skin. Sharply-defined thighs pistoning as the two men powered themselves forward, each attempting to reach the ball before the other.

The defending player stumbled slightly under the pressure from the attacker, and the attacker suddenly leapt ahead and cushioned the bouncing ball on his chest, controlling it to settle into a gentle roll ahead of his stride. Without breaking his stride, he swung his left leg at the ball and kicked it back across the field towards the penalty area.

Thousands of eyes tracked the ball as it began to drop into the path of another attacking player. She could see him tense and then launch himself head first at the dropping ball. His forehead met it perfectly and the ball powered into the corner of the goal.

This was her first time at a football match. Friends had invited her before, but she had always found an excuse not to, not really understanding the appeal. Today something unconscious seemed to draw her to the stadium and she had decided to come alone.

The crowd seemed to pause for a moment, güvenilir bahis gathering itself before moving forward as one and letting out a thunderous roar as the ball hit the back of the net. She found herself caught up in the raw release of emotion, shouting as loud as those around her.

As the crowd surged she felt the person behind her press into her. Arms went around her as if the person was steadying themselves, and a jolt went through her as a bulge brushed against her bottom. Surprised at her reaction she turned and found herself gazing into a pair of intense eyes and a warm, wonderful smile. Her breath caught and she blushed as she quickly turned away to face the pitch once more.

Another goal and the crowd surged again. She held herself until she felt him push into her back before moving forward with the rest of the excited fans. She felt the bulge again, somehow firmer this time. His arms went around her this time and his hands moved upwards to brush her breasts, catching her nipples, which she realised had become very erect. The action on the pitch seemed somehow distant. She could not concentrate on it, becoming increasingly aware of the building heat in her belly.

A shrill whistle penetrated her consciousness and a cheer rose from the crowd. She could see the players begin to make their way off the field. The match was over and the crowd all around her began to filter out. She decided that she would wait for a while to try and regain her composure and calm the hot sensations she could feel tumbling inside her, but she was soon lost in her thoughts again.

She türkçe bahis came to again and realised that everyone else had left the area in which she stood. She cursed under her breath. Partly because her daydreams had made her underwear uncomfortably damp and partly because she wasn’t sure of the way out of the stadium and now there was no crowd to follow to the exit. Hesitantly she made her way towards the back of the stand and down the steps she hoped would lead her outside.

*****

The corridor ahead seemed dark and she knew that she had taken a wrong turn. She turned to retrace her steps. Not far away was a now closed programme seller’s stand. As she passed it a man stepped out. Her breath seemed to stick in her throat as she saw those same intense eyes. Ice blue, she now noticed. They seemed to pierce to her heart, and beyond. Her body reacted. Her nipples became erect again, and a fresh wave of moisture rushed to wet her panties even more.

“Can I help?” he said, smiling. “You seem to be lost….or looking for something.”

Her throat was dry and she could not reply. Her gaze lost in those eyes.

He suddenly stepped forward and pulled her to him, his lips going to hers. Again she felt her body respond. Her lips opened and allowed his questing tongue into her mouth. She could taste his passion, and she knew that he must taste hers as well.

She gasped into his kiss as a strong hand closed around her breast, the fingers closing around her straining nipple.

The hand moved across her belly and down, to lift her knee-length skirt. His fingers güvenilir bahis siteleri brushed her thigh before settling on her, now completely sodden, panties. A groan escaped his throat and he pulled her behind the empty programme stand, slipping his fingers under wet fabric to stroke her throbbing clit at the same time. She was in no mood to resist.

He dropped to his knees and pushed her legs apart and thrust his face between them under her skirt. Her body was on fire as his tongue lapped at her swollen lips and teased her clit. Able to take it no longer, she grabbed his hair and pulled him up to her. “Take me, please!” she begged fiercely.

Almost in one movement, he opened his trousers and pulled out his stiff cock. A hand lifted her right leg up to his waist and he slipped inside her, beginning to slide in and out rhythmically immediately.

She immediately began to feel a delicious pressure building inside. After only a few seconds she could feel the wave of pressure break into a shuddering orgasm. She began to scream, only managing to muffle it at the last moment by burying her face into his shoulder. Her pussy convulsed and she felt her juices flood out of her, soaking him as with a final thrust he came deep into her. She could feel each spurt of his hot seed as it reached her very core.

Her eyes closed, and they stood for a moment unmoving. She felt him slip from her, leaving an aching void.

Their combined juices began to leak on to her thighs and she opened her eyes to look at him…only to find him gone. She frowned, and then brightened. She would definitely be coming again next Saturday.

A tiny smile curled the corners of her lips as she wandered towards the strangely now obvious exit, the delicious wetness now coating her thighs a reminder of a wonderful day.

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I’m not really into reading or writing fiction so I just thought I’d write about an encounter I had last year. I enjoy reading some of the stories here but usually only try and filter out the non-fiction ones. This is just telling it the way I remember it happening.

I have always enjoyed giving and receiving massages for the last 25 years when my partner, that I was living with at the time, and I did a 3 month training programme in Swedish style therapeutic massage. We used to give each other a regular therapeutic erotic massage with lots of teasing. I am married to a different lady now who likes to be massaged but will not massage me back so with her knowledge I get a professional full body massage done several times a year, usually always done nude, sometimes just 60 or 90 minute therapeutic styles and at least at least once every year or two I get a tantric style 90 minute massage done.

During the winter time I take the bus home from work, quite often chatting with the driver on the 20 minute trip home through the country side. I thought she looked about 40 to 45ish and was astonished when she told me she was going on 60. She was a regular to her local gym so was reasonably fit and in quite good shape all around.

One day, mid last year, she mentioned that she that she was getting a therapeutic massage done the next day and she usually had about one/month, I told her that I used to do a bit of massage and also liked receiving them every couple of months. She seemed very surprised and wanted to know more. So I told her I had also trained in massage 25 years earlier. We also talked about erotic massage, I said that I have had a few and she was fairly interested and asked a few questions and said she would really love to try one. I wasn’t sure if she was hinting or not.

We discussed it a bit more over the next week so I asked her if she was interested in doing a massage exchange. ie I massage her then she massages me etc. She said she had never massaged anybody before so was happy for me to teach her. She was a quite fond of the idea as it was an opportunity for her to learn a new life skill. We had a discussion about what to expect and she said she was happy to go nude as long as I went nude but definitely no sex which I didn’t want anyway. Because I am married I do draw the line with intercourse.

For me it was about the erotic massage. I love doing skin on skin. We also decided and agreed we could touch any part of each others body, as we both understood it was to be an erotic massage. güvenilir bahis She admitted she was quite excited because she had always wanted to try an erotic one for a change. So I decided to try and do things for her that she would not forget for a while. The most memorable one is usually always the first. So we decided to meet up at her place at 9.30 am a week later, her shift didn’t start till early afternoon and I would take the morning off work.

What I had planned was for me to massage her first for about 10 minutes, doing sections of each other body’s at a time, then she would repeat what I had done to her on me and eventually work over the whole body during the next 2 ½ hours. So we both stripped off and visually checked each other out while she was putting a towel down on her bed. Her bush was really big and she obviously didn’t trim or shave it, she had about c cup breasts that were not sagging and she was quite petite but not skinny. Quite a nice body considering her age. Going to the gym almost everyday really pays off. She lay on the bed on her front with her head at the far end.

I started by using a water based massage lubricant on the foot of her right leg, applying it as I went. Water based ones wash off much easier than oils and don’t linger in clothing as much. Even the non-scented oils still leave a strong smell behind on clothing several washes and weeks later. I started by doing the sole of her right foot, ankle then in between her toes, opened her legs a bit so I had a much better view of her butt and pussy lips from behind. Quite hairy but still very pretty. Massaging her calf muscle, up the back of her leg to her butt, but I left that for now. This took about 5 minutes, so I started on the other foot and worked my way slowly up her left leg the same way while taking in the view.

After that we swapped places and she repeated it on me. She did a really nice job considering it was her first time. We swapped back, I did her butt, each check with a bit of teasing lightly over and in between her pussy lips and anus. I have found that some woman (about 50%) don’t like being touched on their anus whereas the other 50% love it. A lot of nerve endings around that area. One of my favourite places to touch a woman the does like it. Anyway – she was in the love it category.

From there I did both sides of her lower back then we swapped over again. Again – she did a really nice job of a butt massage on me and tickling the back of my penis from time to time that I made easily accessible türkçe bahis to her by placing it between my legs.

After that we swapped over, I massaged both sides of her upper back, shoulders, neck and arms using my forearm, hands and fingers. Then I put some lube on my chest, laid on her back massaging it with my chest and torso with my penis rubbing on the back on her leg. She repeated that on me massaging my back with her well lubricated breasts and a nice feeling of her pussy lips rubbing on the back of my leg started giving me a hard on. It felt very warm and comforting.

Then it was time to turn over. So she laid on her back and I massaged the front of her feet, lower legs and thighs, opening her legs a bit so I had a better view of her clit and labia. Her clit was the size of a small cherry and almost as red. I massaged the top of both of her legs with a bit of light teasing gently brushing my palms over her clit every third stroke. Then we swapped over. So she repeated that on me, by the time she started on my thighs I had a real hard erection on.

So she teased it as well with one on every few strokes lightly gliding over the back of my penis. This was making it hard to resist the temptation to fuck her while staring at her pussy as she was straddling my lower legs playing with my cock, her spread pussy looked very inviting.

We swapped over again and knelt on the floor on a cushion and massaged her tummy, two hands working opposite in a circular clockwise motion so one is always on her tummy, every third stroke lightly brushing over her clit. I didn’t penetrate her pussy but I did run my fingers between her inner lips and played around at her vaginal entrance with the pad of my finger for a couple of minutes. She was very wet between her legs at this stage. It was easy to see as well as feel.

We swapped over and her tummy massage she gave me was not as good as the one I gave her but she was really teasing me a lot and seemed very keen on giving me a penis massage instead. I had to stop her a few time as I really didn’t want to ejaculate, not yet anyway. So I was quite glad to swap back at this point.

I straddled her legs, put some more lube on my chest and her breasts and started massaging her breast using my chest with my cock rubbing up and down her upper leg and vulva but not penetrating it. I climbed up and sat on her tummy massaging her breasts with both hands and my cock in between them, a bit like tit fucking. We swapped over again and she did my chest with her breasts güvenilir bahis siteleri and had her pussy lips rubbing on my thigh. This felt very erotic.

My turn again, kneeling at the head of the bed with the back of her head between my legs resting on my hard on. Concentrating on doing her breasts. More lube on both hands, down to the pussy, lightly up the tummy, back up crossing over the breasts with just a little more pressure and in between in a circular motion and occasionally across her quite large and erect nipples for about 10 minutes. Some woman love their breasts being played with and massaged this way, it makes them quite horny usually. Guys are nowhere near as sensitive in that area, well I am not anyway.

My erection was disarming by this stage – which I glad about. While she was there I also did her shoulders, scalp, forehead and ears to finish off. Then she repeated that on me. We had allowed 2 ½ hours and I decided to stretch it for another 15 minutes so I asked her if there was any part she wanted massaged again, without hesitation she said she said her butt.

She rolled back onto her tummy and I spent the next 10 minutes concentrating on massaging her butt mussels. Straddling her lower legs so I was facing her head with a really nice view with 5 minutes working on each side and every now and again letting the knife edge of my hand lightly slide up over her rose bud.

The last 5 minutes we had left I didn’t want to waste so I repositioned myself by straddling her lower back facing her feet, got the lube bottle, held it up quite high let it drip down in between her butt crack onto her beautiful little rose bud which made her giggle a bit. With my middle fingers I stroked lightly from down low parting her pussy lips up over her anus then started with the other hand before my first hand got to finish. So there was always a finger giving her a nice slow sensual upward pussy and anal stroke. She let out a lot of moaning and groaning. I suspected that is why she wanted me to go there again.

Our time drew to a close and in the end neither of us orgasmed which I was happy with I thought that could wait until next time. I don’t think she was too bothered, we were both were super happy the way our first massage went. We had showered together washing the lube off each other, dried each other off, got dressed, had a hug and went our separate ways, both of us back to our day jobs. She said I wasn’t allowed to treat her any differently next time I saw her on the bus. She was certainly smiling a lot for the next few weeks that I saw her. Then she started asking when the next one was going to be? It was the first massage I had given to someone other than my wife for a few years so it was nice to get back into it.

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Diana slowly opened her eyes. As she started to move she felt something hard blocking her. As she shifted to see what it was she felt something else press into her back. She stopped for a moment as awareness sank into her.

She remembered last night.

“and I plan on waking up tomorrow to the incredible sight of the two people I love more than life itself lying beside me.” She remembered saying.

She could feel her heart explode as the reality sank in, a beaming smile washed over her face.

She looked to her right gazing at her son as he slept flat on his back, his mouth hung open, a hand resting on his chest above the blankets. She resisted the urge to softly run her hand across the edge of his hair as it lay against his forehead.

She remembered lying beneath him, her body in pure ecstasy as he slowly entered into her for the first time. She again felt the flood of emotion that had caused her to burst into tears last night. Now it washed over her filling her with a deep warmth at the memory.

Carefully, she turned her body to look at the dark haired girl sleeping to her left.

Cindy was on her side facing towards Di, almost in a fetal position. The soft smile that Diana loved to see so much was on her face even in sleep. Again, Di fought off the temptation to reach out. Di remembered all the things she never imagined she would do to another woman but had such a burning need to do last night to the smiling girl before her. She laid still and listened to the soft breaths that came from Cindy’s mouth.

Di settled onto her back and nestled into her sheets and blanket, flashes of the entire night playing through her head. After Cindy had returned from the bathroom it had been a very long time before any of them had fallen asleep. So much kissing, hugging, touching, laughing and more, often without any idea of who was doing what, until far into the early morning. She was curious of the time but didn’t want to move and disturb either of her sleeping partners.

A motion to her left made her turn her head. She watched as Cindy’s eyes slowly opened. From a blank look to a brightness that made the smile grow and blossom into a glowing face of love, Di watched Cindy wake up.

Cindy reached out and brought her hand up to the side of Diana’s face stroking the soft curls of hair before entwining in them and pulling her towards her beaming face.

“Ohhh, good morning mom,” whispered Cindy before sealing their mouths together in a soft kiss.

“Good morning sweetheart,” breathed Diana into her.

Both pulled back and laid their heads on the pillow next to each other staring deeply into each other’s eyes.

“Last night was the most incredible night of my life,” Cindy whispered as her smile grew even bigger.

“Oh, I think that is very true of all of us honey,” Diana chuckled. “And now that we have done this it can only get better.”

Cindy sighed and brought her face forward to again kiss the happy woman before her. As they pulled apart, Cindy leaned up and looked over at her sleeping boyfriend. She pressed her body into Di’s as the older woman wrapped her arms around the girl. Cindy rested her head on Di’s shoulder and laid still watching Matt.

“Mom, I love him so much,” Cindy whispered immediately feeling the pull as Di hugged her tighter into her body at the words.

“I know you do and it makes me so happy.”

The two settled into the embrace feeling the warmth from each other fill them, neither in any hurry to move. Cindy almost drifted back off to sleep watching the rhythmic motion of Matt’s breathing.

Finally, she felt the need to go to the bathroom and reluctantly pulled away from Diana pausing to kiss her softly again whispering into her mouth, “I love you too.”

Diana smiled into her eyes, “Oh honey, I know and I love you with all my heart as well.”

Diana watched the young girl lift the covers and swing her body out of the bed. Diana stared at all the smooth, soft curved flesh, feeling a tugging inside of herself. Cindy was a beautiful, sweet girl and Diana had fallen truly in love with her as well. Something she never expected but had no regrets about at all. She smiled watching the nude girl pad down the hall into bathroom.

She carefully turned again to look at her sleeping son next to her. This time she didn’t resist the urge and softly ran her fingers over the locks on his forehead smoothing them out. Slowly she slid over and also climbed out of bed and walked toward her own bathroom.

Pausing to look at the bed and her sleeping son, she again heard her words from last night about waking up with them and smiled knowing the true feeling of joy far exceeded her wildest dreams. She practically danced into the bathroom.

Soon, she and Cindy met each other in the hall in front of Diana’s bedroom. Without hesitation they both stepped into another hard embrace. Di smiled at the beaming girl in her arms. “So, want to help me make breakfast?”

“I’d love to.” The two walked hand in hand into the kitchen güvenilir bahis and without the need for direction each started working together to make breakfast.

Di bent over at the waist to grab a pan out of a lower cupboard. Cindy stopped before she opened the refrigerator to stare at the backside pushed out toward her. Cindy shook her head, even in her forties, Diana had a great figure which was emphasized all the more from her time in the Jamaican sun. Cindy felt a buzzing deep inside her stomach and with a smirk quietly stole over to the woman still searching for a pan that was already in the drain.

Cindy dropped to her knees and placed one hand on the startled woman’s back while the other ran smoothly over the folds between her legs.

“What? Oh. Ohhhhhh,” Di leaned up and held onto the counter top and spread her legs apart.

Cindy leaned her neck around and drove her tongue deep inside the moistening channel. She slid her hand from the back over and around to cup Diana’s breast, the nipple pebbling quickly.

Di brought one hand down to rest on Cindy’s playing hand, her other hand clutched the edge of the counter knuckles whitening with the grip.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good honey,” Di started to pant.

Cindy broke away and leaned her wet face up smiling, “You’re just lucky I didn’t think to bring your plastic friend with me; I still owe you from last night.”

Cindy was just about to stick her tongue back in again when the phone rang.

The two girls looked into each others eyes for a moment before, with a groan, Di swung around and ran off into the living room to get the phone.

Cindy got up off her knees and went over to the sink to splash water in her face and cleaned her hands wiping soap around her face and chin as well before rinsing off while Diana ran past her into the bedroom.

Cindy was over by the refrigerator wiping her hands and face with the towel wrapped around the handle when Diana came up behind her putting a hand on her shoulder.

“Seems Matt has the day off from work. A shipment that was expected today will be delayed a couple of days, so they don’t need everyone like they thought. Too bad you have to work, so I guess I should take advantage of you now while you’re here.”

Di put some pressure on her hand to get the smiling girl to turn around as Diana brought her face in kissing the girl deeply swirling her tongue into the hot mouth open before her.

As the kiss continued the older woman brought her hands down onto the smooth hips of the girl and pulled her upward.

Cindy got the hint and scooted up onto the empty counter, her legs opened wide between the woman who broke their kiss and dropped to her knees before Cindy.

Di looked up and blew a kiss before leaning in bathing the open folds with her widened tongue pushing deeply into the flesh.

“OOhhhh, mom,” Cindy groaned as she brought one hand to run through the short pixie hair, as her other pulled on her own nipple. Cindy closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations.

Di ran her tongue over and across the plump flesh. She sucked softly at the moisture that started to leak out of the dark tunnel. She leaned up to kiss the nub at the opening before wagging her tongue over it quickly.

Cindy’s legs quivered as she loudly purred, her head swung back eyes still closed missing the hand that reached over to pick up the vibrator that had been placed there before she was lifted onto the counter.

Di kept up her attack on the engorging nubbin as she slid the plastic across the opening before plunging it deeply into Cindy.

“Oh MY GOD,” Cindy shrieked as she jumped.

And the door bell rang.

Cindy landed hard on the counter as Diana rested her head between the quivering girl’s legs muttering into her sex, “You have to be kidding me. This is just like that time with Matt; what the Hell!”

Diana pulled the vibrator out of Cindy and dropped it on the counter next to her as she leaned in to kiss the girl, “Don’t go any place; I’m not finished with you yet.”

Then she spun around and ran to answer the door that was now being pounded on loudly.

A moment later a shocked Cindy watched as a crying Kim Hamilton wearing a long overcoat was brought in by Diana who had her arms around the sobbing woman.

Cindy jumped down causing the vibrator to drop to the floor rolling around by her feet.

Kim looked down at the vibrator and then at both nude women. Her eyes widened.

“Oh my gosh. I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize that you two were..” she sniffled before being cut off by the hugging Diana.

Shhhh, you’re upset, it’s alright. That’ll keep. We have plenty of time tonight and tomorrow for that kind of stuff. This is about you honey. You need to tell us what’s wrong.”

Diana steered the tear-streaked woman to a kitchen chair as she and Cindy knelt on either side and hugged her tight from both sides.

“Oh you two are so wonderful,” Kim smiled softly looking at both women as she rested an arm on both. “I türkçe bahis just wanted to make something like what you have here at my home that’s all.”

Diana nodded her head, “I understand honey. You just take your time and tell us all about it from the beginning.”

“Oh Di,” Kim choked up, “I told Adam and Chip last night that I’d make a deal with them. If Chip got his grades up and Adam took me some place nice this summer I would stop wearing clothes in the house like you guys. And that I would be available for anything they wanted whenever they wanted it.’

Di and Cindy nodded their heads silently.

“I promised them a twenty-four hour demonstrate last night. And Di, Cindy, it was wonderful. They screwed my brains out; we all ended up sleeping together, and they attacked me again this morning. It was great.”

Kim wiped her hand across her face. “and then during breakfast, Adam told me that he couldn’t wait for me to be a nude servant girl when he had a poker night and that he was going to let them all have turns with me. Di! That’s not what I wanted at all. I’m not some kind of whore that’ll put out to anybody and everybody. This was supposed to be with the men I love, not some kind of cheap thrill for all his buddies. Di, Cindy, I’m so mad I could kick his ass out of the house right now!”

Di leaned her hug in, “Oh honey, I’m so sorry.”

“Wait, while I’m standing there with my mouth open, Chip tells me that he thought that was a great idea and maybe he could have a graduation party with all of his buddies and I could do the same thing for him. Those fucking assholes! I hate them both so much! GOD!” Kim started to shake again as tears fell from her eyes.

Diana leaned up and hugged the sobbing woman tight while Cindy got up, went behind and draped her arms around Kim’s shoulders, nestling her head into Kim’s neck.

“Why? Why would they think something like that? What am I, nothing but a piece of meat to be passed around? Is that all I am to them?”

Cindy hugged tight while Diana sat back on her haunches between Kim’s legs looking up at her. “I think I understand what’s going on, sweetie. And while you have every right to be upset like you are, I think I know what they were thinking.”

Kim just stared at Di and nodded her head while grabbing on to Cindy’s arms holding her tight.

Di smiled, “I think you thrilled the men you loved so much that they got the idea in their heads that they wanted to show you off to their friends, showing them how lucky they are.”

“So brag about it, but don’t make me some kind of free prostitute for any and every body.” Kim shook her head.

Di nodded, “Oh I agree honey; but they weren’t thinking. They just were imagining some kind of big male fantasy, stars of their own porno movie. You made them feel like they were kings of the world with your offer. They weren’t thinking at all.”

Kim just sat and quietly cried for a bit. Cindy kept her tight hug while Diana rubbed her legs.

“I promise you one thing. I bet they feel every bit as miserable as you right now,” Diana spoke softly.

“Good; the big, fat jerks,” Kim’s tears slowed down.

Di chuckled, “maybe, but those big, fat jerks love you very much and want nothing more than for you to be happy. Do you have it in you to forgive them or at least give them a second chance.”

Kim sniffed a bit and rubbed her nose again, “I guess, but they better spoil me rotten and not have a single ‘nother bonehead stupid idea again for as long as either of them lives.”

Cindy laughed and breathed into her neck, “I think they would gladly agree with those terms.”

Kim squeezed on Cindy’s arm again, “I don’t get it. How do you guys make this work so easily? You are having such a great time all the time…how do you do it?”

Di laughed, “The same way you are, taking chances and thinking of the others that we love. We gradually built this all up over a lot of time. You never saw any of that; you just see where we are now. You’re trying to do in a day what we’ve been doing for months. It takes time and getting use to each other. Your boys aren’t use to this yet. You rushed into this and skipped so much working out of things. And when you said “anything” they took you for your word not understanding it meant anything just with them.”

Di smiled as Kim shook her head and slowly smiled a bit.

“So, do you want me to call them or let them suffer a while longer?” Di’s eyes gleamed.

Kim laughed, “Oh I’d love to make them suffer long and hard, but, crap… I just want to go home, kick them both in their stupid asses and then give them a hug.”

Cindy laughed again and hugged her tighter as Di got up and stretched her legs.

In a minute, Di stood next to the hugging women with her phone to her ear. “Hi Adam. Yes, she’s here. Yep. No, she’s calmed down a bit. WHAT? No, she has a coat… wait a minute.”

Di looked a Kim smirking, “Kim, what do you have on under that coat?”

Kim blushed quickly as Cindy with a big smirk on her face güvenilir bahis siteleri leaned up and pulled the front of her long, overcoat open exposing Kim’s bare breasts. Both women howled.

Kim grabbed her coat and swung it closed, “Hey! I was upset and in a hurry. What do you want from me!”

Cindy sat back on the floor holding her sides laughing, “She doesn’t even have her sneakers laced up!”

Kim stamped her feet starting to smirk as well, “Give me a break guys. Look, I’ve got plenty of ass-kicking to go around, don’t go messing with me!”

First Cindy, then Diana and finally Kim all cracked up, howling in laughter.

Finally, wiping her eyes, Diana returned to the phone, “Huh Adam? Yea. Oh don’t let that laughter fool you; you’re still in deep shit. I believe her terms were something along the lines of spoiling her rotten and never pulling another bonehead, stupid idea ever again. And even then you still might get a good ass kicking just to make her feel better.” Diana laughed again. “Yes. You do owe me. But first worry about the spoiling rotten part as I think she’ll be home soon… I know you do.”

After a pause while she listened, Diana laughed hard again, “Ah, okay Adam. You take care, and no problem; you’re very welcome.”

Diana shook her head and looked at Kim smirking, “Apparently, there are two naked servants waiting at your house to spoil you rotten and take a good bare ass kicking that they feel they richly deserve.”

Kim got up chuckling, “Oh guys, thank you so much.” All three smiled and rammed together in a powerful hug that lingered for a while.

Cindy and Diana stood holding on to each other as they watched Kim leave the house, holding her coat tightly to her body, nervously looking around the quiet Saturday morning neighborhood before rushing toward her house.

Diana shook her head, smiled at Cindy and started to push the girl down the hall, “I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to have some breakfast in bed.”

Cindy looked back toward the kitchen, “But where’s the food?”

Di laughed, “Part of it’s already in bed and as soon as I get you on it I’ll have everything that I want.”

Cindy blushed and laughed, “Ohhhh, sounds delicious.”

Matt was sitting up in bed, his bare chest sticking out from the sheets puddled around his middle, “What is all the noise out there?”

“Just a family crisis down the road involving a wandering nudist that needed to be solved. You’re just in time for breakfast,” Di smiled at her son as she pushed the tumbling, giggling girl onto the bed.

“I don’t know about you but I’m having Cindy for breakfast; you can help yourself to anything that looks good to you.”

And Diana dove down on top of Cindy spreading the hysterically laughing girl’s legs apart as she pushed her face into the juncture between as hard as she could.

“Oh my God, don’t make me cum when I’m laughing so hard…I’ll probably pee all over the place!” Cindy screamed squirming.

Matt laughed leaning over toward Cindy, “What is it with you and peeing?”

“Oh shut up and kiss me!” Cindy grabbed at Matt’s smiling face.

Diana smiled broadly and switched to soft nibbles and flicks with her tongue. She brought her finger up to rub around and slowly push in curving to stroke and caress Cindy’s insides as she bathed her outsides.

“Oooohhhhh. That feels so good. Ugh, Matt I want my breakfast too, let me suck on you.”

Matt kissed the flushed girl one more time before swinging around bringing his cock up toward Cindy’s mouth as he brought his head near his mother. He grabbed her legs and pulled her toward him.

Diana brought her wet face from Cindy’s sex, “Oh Matt. I love you.” And with that she swung her leg over his head bringing her own sex right into his mouth as she returned to Cindy’s.

Cindy reached out and stroked the tube of flesh that was right in front of her. She darted her tongue out and lapped at the tip before swirling it around sliding down his shaft bathing it with her tongue. After several up and down trips which caused the cock to throb and grow, she again teased the tip before slowly swallowing the flesh into her mouth letting its length slither through her mouth and down to her throat.

Matt groaned into Di’s wet sex, his tongue licking back and forth over her swollen folds. He could feel her legs pulse and jerk with his licks.

Diana had two fingers bent in teasing Cindy’s core tickling the spot just within her while her tongue lapped at and sucked on the engorged clit in front of her. Fluids were gushing out of Cindy bathing Di’s mouth, face and neck.

Cindy could feel Matt’s waist start to push forward and back in time with her own thrusts so she slowly moved up and let him guide his own cock through her mouth as she washed it with her tongue on each pass.

Matt had three fingers pushing deep into his mother while his own tongue licked around the folds of skin they pressed aside. He pulled his fingers back out looking at the slick wetness dripping from them. He looked at the open sex of his mother before him and smiled. He rubbed the wetness around her other hole before slowly plunging two fingers into that entrance while he leaned down to drive his tongue into her twitching sex.

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I opened up into yet another April morning- just another stereotyped drab edition of April mornings. The only difference is that it is my 39th birthday too. But nobody seems to have noticed it in my laconic domestic climate. I did not want to flash it, certain truths are to be understood without being told- that is the chemistry of familial warmth and unity. Thirty nine years and nineteen years of conjugal life ogled at me. Many more decades of dreary and desolate married life lay ahead of me fading deep in the distant labyrinth of destiny.

I stretched my limbs like a boring ritual, affected an exaggerated yawn and looked out of the tapestreid casement. Orange colored lily blooms had sprouted right across the landscape after the riotous vernal rains. The homestead was flooded with golden dandelions, velvet roses and blushing Chinese roses. The compound wall was smothered by the proud shock of sprawling jasmines. The morning was awash with a motley of flowers and the crimson sun was sending his slanting rays to design a collage of dancing shadows.

I moved to the kitchen to prepare black coffee for my husband Thomas, who will be ready by seven to go to his shop in town on his ancient moped. He is a man obsessed with and intoxicated by business. Nothing else matters to him. He is a successful rubber and spice dealer in town and a difficult person to deal with. We have long ago stopped making love. Ours is just an arrangement- he supports the family with his money and I manage the family. There is no exchange of words, there is no need. Everything functions in a settled rhythm. But I do not actually hate him, he could but be himself and I could but be myself. I am very romantic and sensual. My curvaceous body also is designed for that.

Once he scooted off on his senile, sputtering rickety two wheeler, I felt relieved. He will be back only at ten at night. (Certainly he could own the luxury of a car, but he chose to live a wretch) Now the house was left to me and to our dear son Alex. I have to prepare breakfast for both of us. He is the only being in the family that keeps me on the right side of sanity.

Whilst I was kneading the dough, I heard him stealing in behind me and hugging me from behind. I smiled to myself.

‘A very peaceful and graceful birthday to you dear mummy,’ he whispered.

I loved it, I needed it really. And I know that he was very sincere when he said so.

‘Thank you dear, but I thought that nobody in the family remembered it anymore.’

‘Not me. It is the most important day in the year, followed by Christmas, the birthday of another divine being.’

I laughed, ‘but don’t you think that your mummy should have some birth day gifts?’

‘Indeed I do. They are waiting for you on your bed. Check them out when I am gone.’ He softly ran his fingers in my thick hair and reverently swished a gentle kiss in the fluffy softness.

I smiled secretively. He came around and sat in front of me. Silence settled around us. I was busy with my dough, he was watching me, every part of me, with unbridled admiration. It is frightening to have a secretive admirer at home. A sly glance on him made me aware of my appearance. Whilst working on the flour, my gown had unhooked itself exposing my opulent boobs encased in 36D bra. He remained mesmerized and was transfixed on the pair of globular endowments on my bosom. I furtively looked down on me. The two flaps of the gown had given way and the glossy glands were rippling within the confines of the bra cups. The golden sheen of the upper uncovered half of the Dolly Parton assets was starkly available for my child to feast on.

‘These are not on display for eighteen year olds, they are only for suckling babies you know,’ I teased. He blushed and hung his head.

‘Be a good boy and hook me up,’ I said raising my messed up hands for an explanation.

He got up and came towards me like a somnambulist. His eyes fixed on my bust. His fingers were shaking uncontrollably. Due to his nervousness, his hands often dragged along the contours of my rich cleavage. I also was strangely flushed with nervousness. His fussy touch had a kinky effect on me.

Again, after a while I found the hooks undoing themselves. My child sat there hypnotized. I know that he is an avid admirer of mine and that he loves me more than anything in the world. But I had nearly never given him the chance to feast on my anatomy. Of course we cuddle and hug a great deal, but never in an un-motherly fashion. The thought of his adoring eyes on my feminine assets was strangely enticing.

During my entire culinary warfare he sat there feasting on me, following every movement of my body, often coming very close to me by way of assisting me. Once I found him running his fingers on my back, even playing with the hooks of my bra.

We sat together to have breakfast.

‘Being your birthday, I must feed you,’ he rolled up a small piece of bread and dipped it in the potato curry and pushed it into my mouth. In return I also did the same thing. Shortly we were feeding each other and giggling like naughty school güvenilir bahis girls. Somewhere down the process, I noticed that my index finger was deep in his mouth and his warm delicious tongue was sweetly caressing it. To my surprise I also was doing the same thing with his index finger. Both of us were oblivious of the surroundings, both of us were in a heavenly trance. My bust was heaving, heart palpitating and feet perspiring. His eyes were half closed, he was in a drugged dreamy world.

‘It’s wrong it’s wrong,’ somebody screamed inside me. I pulled out my finger. The spell was broken, he also pulled his out. He smiled at me innocently and the shame that had pooled up between us suddenly evaporated. I smiled back.

He got ready to go to his coaching center where he prepares for engineering entrance examination. He was a sight, a six feet high youth with no extra fat on his make. Manly muscles danced on him with a youthful vigor. His face was pleasant, just like mine. His nose is sharp and his forehead slightly bulging becoming of an intelligent man. He is just my masculine edition. He is just my image, my reflection, myself in all respects. I proudly absorbed him into my love laden soul. He came to me and hugged me from the front, which had never happened. Then he planted a soft and chaste kiss on my cheek.

‘Have a beautiful day, my godly mother,’ he said.

‘Stay away little devil, I am all ugly and smelling,’ I protested peevishly.

‘To be truthful,’ he winked again hugging me, for the second time in his life pressing my rich bust to his muscular chest, ‘I revel on your mesmerizing musk. The other day I even sniffed your used panties.’

He ran away and disappeared into the road leaving me flushed and confused. I sat back on the chair and reasoned that it is natural for a child to love the scent of its dam. Yet, more than that, it had a strange and diabolic emotional twang. It had an inexorable lure, a scintillating carnal appeal. It was preposterous at the same time it was euphoric.

Later in the morning, when the entire house was all to myself, I went to my bedroom to check out what he had left for me as a birthday gift. On the bed there was a bouquet of fresh roses and chrysanthemums. Attached to it was a paper which I plucked out and read with throbbing soul. I could not read it with the gentleness and softness of a mother reading her son’s missive of sweet nothings.

‘This Maundy Thursday, when the world observes a sublime event

I remember you and all the graces that the designer of the world showered on you

The seen and unseen ways you are cared for and the little pleasures your days are filled with.

I am happy for you and proud of you.

The words I left unsaid come and waltz for you multiplying a thousand fold

Those words remain eternally orphaned, until albeit unsaid, you have them heard

But another and another smile, when you sit back and remember awhile

The faces and events that crossed your mile and then you march abreast in regal style

You are the unit of the universe, a unit of grace, a paradigm of loving sacrifice

I read: life is 10% what you make of it and 90% how you take it.’

May your little gestures of love, expressed in a thousand little ways

That count the least to the macroscopic tumultuous whole

Count the most to the microcosmic few, even to me the least of all

On this birthday serene, may this my wish come true: May your days be awash with love,

Hope and dreams that are true and your days flush with an eternal now.’

There was another packet close by. I opened it and jerked out the curious contents. It contained a light blue gown and befitting lingerie. I wondered how he managed to get my right measurements. He knew that I loved light blue color, the color of infinity, the color of sweet ineffable sadness, the color of divinity. I decided to put them on when he is back, when I am fresh after a bath.

But my bathing has two stages. The first stage is by mid day, when there is enough warmth and sun. I opened my thick hair, dipped it in water and applied shampoo. Then I washed my face, head and neck. That much will suffice for the first part. By evening my hair will be dry. The dripping hair is an icky nuisance at night. I found myself humming all through the day as if I was pleased with myself. Life seemed more enticing. There is no living without loving and no loving without living.

Alex turned up exactly at five as expected. He came running to me and hugged me.

‘Did you put on the new dress?’

“We will do it dear, once I am bathed and clean.’ I promised and smiled sweetly.

‘Your hair smells sweet,’ he whispered and buried his faced into my hair.

‘It must be the shampoo,’ I suggested.

‘It is much more than the shampoo, it smells of you. Burrowing into your exquisite mane is like diving down a huge puff of mountain mist.’ He was forcefully inhaling as much as he could from my hair.

Again his face wandered back to my forehead. He gently kissed my brows, my eyes, my türkçe bahis nose and my cheeks that were furiously blushing. And then as if by accident his lips met mine. The lips wandered away and again gravitated to my lips. I was shocked first then embarrassed. I kept my lips shut to minimize the impact. His delicious tongue nuzzled along the contours of my lips. Then I knew that I was precariously thawing. I was slipping down the precipice, slipping, slipping. I had opened my lips against my resolve. Our lips were glued together, out tongues were involved in a primordial love dance. His adventurous tongue was caressing the roof of my mouth, the underside of my tongue, the inner walls of my cheeks. I was swept away in a tsunami of nameless passion. I never knew that such things were possible in love.

‘No dear, let me go and take bath,’ I forcefully disengaged myself. Both of us were shaking. He came after me to the door of the bath room sniffing my fresh hair. I lovingly gave a bath to my body which is so dear to my son, a lush body that has by far defied years except for a slightly protruding tummy. If I try some physical exercise that also will go.

Back in my bed room, I put on the light blue panties he had brought. It had the exact size- 38 inches. On the outer side of the gusset there was a large butterfly painted to it. I smiled at the bawdy imagery. Then I put on the new underskirt. At that point devil had the better of me and I called my son.

‘Dear, help me with the bra,’ indeed he was anxiously waiting outside and darted in. I had put the cups in place and it had to be hooded on the back side.

His eyes were ravenously feasting on me. With devout fingers, and a pious concentration he hooked me up. Now it was the last and concluding stage. I pulled out the fresh gown and placed it against my frame. It was soft like a dream, flowing like a mountain stream and fresh smelling like an exotic tinsel world.

I mischievously smiled and put on the gown, he anxiously helped me to zip it up. Then he surveyed me from a distance with awful admiration, it was followed by a surprising gesture which took me by surprise. He genuflected with joined hands and then prostrated to kiss my feet. I hissed in shock and stepped back.

‘You deserve it my goddess mother, you deserve it,’ again he kissed my foot.

He looked at me as if he was face to face with a divine being. I surveyed myself on the mirror. Of course I looked graceful. The fabric was hugging me, accentuating my feminine geometry. Particularly the bust area had a heavenly appeal. The gown magnified the curves and differentiated the natural hue of the luscious pair.

‘I am going to be your devotee for the rest of my life,’ he whispered in a trance. I was agog with excitement. For the first time in my quasi cloistered life, I was having a true admirer. He happened to be my own son, it was terrifying and enthusing. We are not doing anything taboo after all, I reasoned.

The night progressed with a slight drizzle and a few streaks of lightning. He followed me everywhere in a hypnotic trance. I smiled to myself for the attention I was getting.

‘At this rate you will not study anything tonight. Come we will go to your room until your father comes. Take your books and I will sit by you,’ I lured him to his room.

He sat close to me and took his work book. At the top left hand corner of each page of his book had a caricature of me. It was surprising.

‘What is this?’ I asked.

‘Every page of my book begins with your face,’ he said offering me his books.

‘How do you do it?’ I wondered aloud.

‘It is easy,’ he took his pen and scribbled on a paper, ‘your are very much in my mind, you are at the tip of my pen.’

With a few diligent strokes my face and bust appeared on the paper.

‘But my bust is not this big,’ I protested.

‘No, I will show you,’ he drew out a larger picture of mine on an A4 sheet and urged me to stand in front of the mirror. He placed the caricature close to the image and asked me to compare.

He was right, my bust was indeed as rich as he had represented it. I admitted my mistake with a acquiescing smile.

‘You are the very paragon of womanhood, there is nobody like you. I will worship your bust all through my life.’ I was terribly confused but elated. I travelled along a treacherous line between right and wrong. Love became a heady obsession. My body became a musical instrument, it hummed an inaudible celestial music.

‘You are surprising me, my child,’ I said with a profound passion.

‘There is nothing surprising in it. I am filled by the love for you, you are my idol, my deity, my salvation and my eternal consolation. I keep coming back to you because you are my sole link to this world. This world becomes livable to me because you are here with me. As the bible says where your wealth is there your soul is. My soul is here with you.’

‘You are frightening me by squandering precious words. We should not go astray in the wave of passions.’

‘In love we are never wrong. I have long ago placed güvenilir bahis siteleri you in the sacred niche of my mind, long long ago, even before I could put words together.’

‘Your father will come any time and I am distracting you in the studies. Let me go,’ I got up and walked out.

‘Mommy,’ it was a heart rendering call. I turned back. He came to me and we embraced again, our lips sought each other. After a while he whispered in my ear: ‘mommy, can you do a great favor?’

‘What it is dear?’

‘Do not hate me if I am asking too much.’

‘I can never hate you, you can ask me anything.’ I encouraged him.

‘Could you be, could you be as kind as to, could you b e as kind as to lend me the panties you are putting on, I shall return it in the morning clean and pure.’

Our hands slackened on each other. I violently debated in my languid mind.

‘We cannot do that dear, we cannot do anything which might make us remorseful at a later stage,’ I said.

‘Please, it means no harm to anybody.’

I walked out with an anguished mind. It is pernicious to see my child disappointed for my sake. I walked out of the room in a hurry. I saw the head light of Thomas’ moped streaking in.

In a frenzied impulse, I pulled down the panties I had put on and rolled it into a ball. Then I called my son out of the room. I forced it into his fist and darted away to receive Thomas. I knew that the panties were unusually wet, I had been moistening them from the moment I had put them on.

I and Thomas settled on our reserved portions of the bed and busied ourselves in private thoughts. He was probably busy with his accounts and deals. I had a tremendous day to mull over.

Alex is a prize child any woman would dream to mother. Gentle loyal, well behaved and well proportioned. There is absolute sincerity and faith in his words and demeanor. One day he is going to make a lucky girl very happy with his romantic mind and beautiful body. I fancied him using his mind and body to please a girl. His lips and his fingers composing sheer poetry on female flesh, she becoming a guitar he becoming a guitarist. I tried to imagine how his lips would work their way down from her tresses. Inadvertently I became the girl. I found him provoking goose pimples along my forehead, nose and cheeks. His lips, with infinite patience, explored their way down my soft neck and collar bone. In an ecstatic anticipation I opened my gown for him and unhooked my bra. At long last it happened, his precious lips were on my lush boobs, like a fervent pilgrim at the shrine. He was worshipping them with his lips, with his tongue. His tongue bathed my tits from all sides and progressed to the apex. After a painfully long waiting, his sweetly aggressive lips were on my nipples. I made a quenching sound of sheer pleasure. My nipple disappeared into his mouth with a primordial will, with an earth shattering ecstasy. I was mewling and writhing. Just like that I came.

Fortunately Thomas was busy snoring away as usual like a manual saw mill. He knew none of the tumultuous events in my private world. To drown his irritating snoring, I tried to think of my delightful son again. Such a delicious and precocious child. It is crude of me to harbor libidinous designs on him. Nobody will forgive me, the church, the society, god almighty- all such entities will pounce on me. But my child only had time to give me a sunny day on my birthday. It is exquisite and ever green in my memory. But then, the feeling is mutual. He loves me more than I could potentially reciprocate. Then I wondered how he may be spending the night, battling it out with his maths or dreaming about me?

Slowly I cat walked to his room. There was light in his room. I stood outside his window and peeped through the slit. He was not on his studies, he was lost in another activity. He was licking the gusset of my panties and in between kissing the imaginary boobs inside the soiled gown I had put on in the morning. There was absolute pleasure on his glazed face. After each soft swipe of his tongue on the gusset he savored the taste for some time and gulped down my love secretion. It was followed by passionately burying his face in the bust of my gown, devouring the musk of my bust.

I was immensely moved. I had a tremendous urge to storm in and offer my furiously itching boobs into his mouth and also to offer my nectar filled petals to his promising lips. But reason prevailed. I cannot and will not do it. I was becoming a beast, I had to snub my depravity right in the bud.

In the morning he was back again in the kitchen with me, often sniffing my hair, feeling me and hugging me from behind.

‘It was real heaven yesterday with your panties. It was the most delicious thing I ever had in my whole life,’ he proclaimed.

I suppressed a smile, too embarrassed to say anything. Thereafter it became a routine. We would kiss passionately before he goes to the coaching center and also when he returns in the evening. Before retiring for bed, I would give him my panties which he would lick and enjoy at night and place on the line in the morning after washing it. We remained warm and caring for each other all the time. I was happy that albeit the strong temptations, we never transgressed the borderlines to the no man’s land of unbridled passions.

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Linda’s revelations had shocked Jim to his very core. Shocked, but also excited. Jim was as sexually excited as he could ever remember. He had just witnessed Linda, in her role as Red-woman, fuck at least twenty-five men and half again that many women. Her cunt, ass, mouth all received their share. That was exciting, but there were other tidbits to absorb. In front of an unknown number of guests, Linda had announced he was a “lousy fuck” because he was too damn nice and gentle. Additionally, because he could not or would not meet her needs for hard fucking she had gotten it elsewhere since before they were married. That meant she had fucked around on him for the at least twenty-five years. As he had said before, “What a smuck! How could I have been so blind?”

Jim was in a mixed predicament in that his ass was still plugged, but his eyes were not yet covered. His dick was incredibly hard, but he remained tied to a portable frame. The mitigating aspect was a delicious pussy stretched over his face. It was a fine tasting cunt to which he applied all his focus. So much so he didn’t feel the pinch and sting of the little needle in his arm. A moment later he thought nothing at all. His next conscious thought was wondering how he got in the enema position.

A familiar, yet muffled and unidentifiable sexy voice to his left asked, “How long do you think you can hold that fluid in your ass after I remove the plug? Are you willing to place a wager?”

His blindfold prevented Jim from seeing this twenty-year-old creature of loveliness. She was five feet two inches tall, long wavy brunette hair, green eyes, a well-balanced body with tits of roughly C-cup size, a smile to die for, and as enjoyable a person as you could imagine.

On Jim’s right a male voice, familiar, but also not identifiable asked, “Would you wager a month of control over your body such as you have experienced today against the opportunity to fuck the owner of that voice? Or maybe you would like to fuck me. I have seen your interest in dicks. Is it true you would like to have one cum in your mouth, and another in your ass? Would you wager for that?”

The female spoke, “You are of course at a disadvantage. You don’t know the terms of the bet. You don’t know what you will win or lose. You don’t know what we look like. Lastly, you are wondering if your wife would approve. After what you have seen tonight does it matter if she approves? I think not, but to put your mind at ease Linda has evaluated and approved the wager.”

“Here is the deal” the male said, “If you win the bet you get to run our lives for one month of weekends, and as many other days as we can get together. For you that means you can fuck us all you want. If we win we run your life for the same amount of time.”

Sexy kicked in, “The bet is whether you can get from your present location to the bathroom without dropping your load after we remove your plug. That is a distance of roughly 25 feet with no obstacles. Oh, by the way, Linda says if you don’t accept the bet you will have serious reason to regret your decision. Do you have any questions?”

“From this location right now to the toilet without dropping the load?” I asked. “Yes, that is correct.”

“I win I get both of you?” “Correct.”

“Why do I want you?” “To please yourself and Linda.”

“Why do you want me? “That is our business, but payback is part of it. Don’t ask, it will be obvious when we win!”

“Blindfold on or off? “Off, and hands untied, but no using them to hold your ass closed.”

“Am I allowed to see you or at least feel your bodies before I decide?”

“You can not see us. What do you mean by feel our bodies? Is your real question whether you can fuck us?”

“I didn’t know fuck was an option, but I would like to fuck you.”

“You can fuck US. You must play with both, and not just the female.”

Jim nodded his agreement to the rules, and was taken to a nearby bed. The walk was not long so he figured it was the same bed used earlier by his wife. He was correct, and the audience who previously watched her were now going to watch him.

You might think a prick kept erect for a long time would explode when finally touched. For most men, including Jim, that is normally correct, but this was not a normal time. The injection he received created an erection that could not reach orgasm. It was just one more aspect of Jim’s miserable condition.

The couple kept him on edge for an hour. Jim fucked and sucked just as he was fucked and sucked. He kissed a man and swallowed cum for the first time. Jim was pleasantly surprised to find he enjoyed the sensation of cum squirting into his mouth, and he also liked the taste. Because of the pending wager, and only because of that, there was no anal activity for Jim. He remained an anal virgin as no human cock had yet entered his ass.

The woman had him squeeze her tits and pinch her nipples. She forced his face into her juicy cunt and held him in place as she experienced multiple orgasms. This woman tasted much like Linda, güvenilir bahis but Jim knew it was not her because the body was different; shorter, fuller tits, totally shaved cunt. After pleasing her orally Jim was allowed to fuck her pussy. He was extremely pleased when he heard her moan as he rammed his rigid shaft through her vaginal folds to near the entrance to her womb. He pounded over and over as she grabbed his dick with the walls of her cunt. She had pleasure, but in the end Jim had only frustration because he could not climax and squirt his juices.

In the sequence of events everyone reached orgasm except Jim. “Hey, what’s the deal? I haven’t cum yet?” Jim complained.

Linda answered, “You are not supposed to. That is part of our plan. Losers must prove their worth before they are allowed to cum.”

In frustration Jim cried out, “Fuck you and the horse you rode in on!

“Stop!” Linda roared, “I never gave you permission to speak in that manner! You will pay! I will give you a punishment that teaches you the meaning of obedience.”

The couple led Jim back to his rack where he could contemplate his future. He had some decisions to make. A punishment, probably severe, was before him. Would he accept the punishment and take the bet. The answer was yes, or leave his life and Linda behind. After a very short consideration, Jim signaled he was ready to answer the wager question.

‘I am confused by your threat of payback, but I really have no choice other than to take the bet.”

“Wonderful, you have no idea how much we are looking forward to controlling your life.” The man said.

“Before we start the race” sexy interjected, “there is the matter of punishment. Linda has directed me to place these nipple clamps on your tits. You must learn to control yourself.”

There was not much change as the clamps tightened on Jim’s nipples. It was not bad, and at first Jim thought it an easy punishment, but within a couple of minutes he regretted his lack of verbal self-discipline. His nipples burned, ached, and just flat out hurt. The pain compounded his problems.

Jim was taken to the start point, and placed in a position of his choice. He sensed the couple’s departure, and on their command he removed his blindfold. Jim surveyed the scene and discovered one hooded person present. This person had two jobs; point out the location of the toilet and removal of Jim’s plug. Once that was complete, Jim alone would win or lose the bet.

No rules were set as to how he performed the task other than no hands holding his butt closed, and there was no time limit. Jim chose to start in the enema position. After all the issues of position and pathway were settled the hooded assistant asked if Jim was ready. Lying on his back with knees near his ears Jim finally said, “yes.”

The hooded person carefully removed the large black butt plug from my ass. A sigh of relief escaped my lips as the width of the plug passed leaving a gaping hole. It was a slow process, but since I was on my back with butt pointed toward the sky there was little or no chance for the fluid to spill. I rubbed the sphincter edges and pressed my butt cheeks to force the hole closed.

At last I could no longer feel any degree of opening. Testing with my finger revealed a tight grip by the sphincter. The time had come. My fate rested with anal sphincter strength, mental control, and foot speed.

I lowered my knees then rolled onto the side nearest the door. I could see it was open and nothing blocked the pathway between the shitter and me. Slowly, I rolled onto my knees constantly forcing the sphincter to tighten and remain closed. Then one foot at a time, I shifted to a standing position ready to move.

The first step was scary because it didn’t feel as if I could retain control. I did, but it was close! I maintained complete control until almost at the end. It was then a small trickle began to escape and move down the inside of my legs.

To come this close to lose; no! I stopped, and with will power alone made the sphincter retighten. I demanded it stay shut until the toilet was reached; and the toilet was reached. Once there, I released a large discharge of clear, shit free fluid. That release felt so fucking good, but the most pleasant aspect was knowing I won the wager.

“You are the winner!” said Linda. “You may find your rewards quite different from what you expect, but you are the winner. I am pleased for you, but it changes nothing because you are still my property. Are you ready for your next adventure?”

“Yea, bring it on! I can take anything!” Jim replied.

The response exceeded what Linda could allow. She could not let it pass. There were other more important issues to address, but Jim must learn discipline. “You will not speak in such an uncontrolled manner!” Linda yelled as she slapped him hard on both sides of his face.

“I remind you don’t speak, or if allowed to speak do so in a respectful manner. Now close your eyes, and wait for further instructions,” she directed.

A türkçe bahis blindfold was again placed on Jim’s burning, reddened face then he was placed face down stretched over an ottoman. Jim was tense because he didn’t know what was coming; pain or pleasure. The pain might come from the paddle, but he expected the pleasure to come from an ass fuck. He felt ready to at last receive a cock up his ass. Jim had not considered what other things can happen when placed in such a position, but he was correct to think something was going to push up his ass. It was certainly not anything Jim had imagined.

A new, and very enticing voice said, “Reach back and spread your ass cheeks. This will feel a little cold.”

Jim knew the feeling of the lubricant. It was cold and slick. He knew a dick was coming. It never crossed his mind to consider anything else: especially a fist.

The entry was not difficult. Jim’s anus was very stretched because of the plug, and his rectum was very clean. The person in back of him met no significant resistance as first her fingers followed by hand, wrist, and finally forearm were pushed into his ass.

After holding enemas the entire day Jim’s bowel was quite stretched, but the fullness created by the arm was a most unique experience. It was the most wonderful feeling he had ever known; that is until the arm began moving back and forth with the fingers wiggling. The pressure applied to Jim’s prostate sent waves of pleasure through his body. It was heaven, and Jim rapidly reached the cusp of an orgasm. Then it stopped. Without further enticement the arm was quickly removed and the pleasurable sensation dismissed.

“You are not allowed to cum yet.” said the woman giggling behind him. “Linda has not granted you permission for that.”

Jim thought he would explode with frustration. He wondered how much more could he take of this up down up down. It was a very high price for losing a very minor bet.

Behind him a new voice spoke, “Stay just as you are. Here is something else for you to experience.”

When Jim felt the paws on his sides he almost said enough. Getting fucked by a dog was too low. However, he recalled his Navy days when he had witnessed more than one dog and pony show. He enjoyed watching dogs fuck women so why not him. Besides that, what could he do to stop it and still remain with Linda?

There were no preliminaries. The dog mounted. Stuck his dick in the hole and hunched until he came. Jim had an experience, but not much pleasure. The challenge was afterwards when the dog’s knot formed. Almost twenty minutes passed before the dog was able to withdraw.

Just before the dog departed a soft voice whispered in Jim’s ear; “Don’t move. That was just preparation.”

Jim didn’t have long to wonder what she meant. With hardly a pause a human cock slipped up his ass. This was not just any cock, but a magnificent specimen ten inches long by six and one half inches around. It felt wonderful as it pressed against the sides of his bowel. The man pumped hard, soft, fast, and slow. Suddenly, his motion turned very rapid and erratic just prior to shooting sperm in Jim’s ass.

“Damn you, why didn’t you wait for me?” Jim asked.

The man responded; “Why do you ask? You know the answer: Linda. Now stop complaining, get on your back and let your head hang back.”

“Open your mouth bitch!” a man in leather yelled.

Jim obeyed instantly, mostly because it scared him. Later he said it was because he knew what was next: cock sucking. For a first timer Jim did very well. Cock after cock slipped down his throat, and he sucked on each one as if it were his last. Jim lost count of the number of cocks that squirted their cum in his mouth, but later was told the final count was twenty-seven.

The last cock had cum and Jim had swallowed every drop. What more could Linda ask of him? What more humiliation or pain could she heap upon him in this 24-hour period?

“I think it is time for you to meet a few of tonight’s players,” Linda said. “Let me go down the list after they remove their hoods.

Jim looked quickly at the faces and recognized no one. That was good in that none were neighbors, close friends, or business associates. It was bad because he didn’t know where Linda met all these people.

The list was long and made only of first names; Charles, Mitch, Lilly, Joan, and many more. In looking at the line-up Jim thought some people were absent. What about the young couple with whom he had the wager. No one in line seemed to fit his memory of their bodies.

Linda reached the end of the list. “Jim, listen to me. I have needs. You didn’t fulfill those needs so I went elsewhere. There is not a person in this line who has not fucked me on many occasions. And I might add fucked me with pounding enthusiasm and to my satisfaction.”

“That may prove difficult for you to accept, and if so I understand.” Linda continued; “Regardless of any difficulty you might experience, if you want to be part of my life you must accept who I güvenilir bahis siteleri am. Jim, don’t answer now. Take some time to think it through. Anything you say now may not reflect your calmer feelings.”

Linda turned away then turned back and said, “My day is almost completed. There is one more issue for you to confront. It is time for you to meet the couple with whom you wagered and fucked before the race. They were also the green man and blue woman who fucked me so well at the beginning. Let me introduce you to them.”

A door opened and out walked their twenty-two year old son Tony, and Keri, their twenty-year-old daughter.

“How could you do this to me? How could you place me in a position to fuck our children?”

“Why not? You saw me fuck them just as I have for a long time. Tony and Keri, just after Keri entered puberty, asked me to teach them the arts of sex. I doubted you would have approved, but it was of no matter because you were too occupied to notice anyway. Tonight completes a circle that started many years ago.”

“There are two things you must know: 1) this is the first time they have partied with any of my group, and 2) they were not originally part of tonight’s events. When they found out about it they asked to join. The wager and consequences was completely their idea. Jim, if you decide to let them pay off their wager you will find them very skilled and passionate lovers. They will try anything and give everything.”

“That’s right Daddy,” Keri said. “I have wanted to fuck you for ages, but Mom stopped me. She said it wasn’t fair for me to me to seduce you. In the past she has allowed us to watch as you tow made love. I was so jealous. You are a very caring lover. Please don’t be angry, and please let me share this part of your life.”

Tony added sharply, “I hope you decide to leave town. I hope you cannot face the truth of Mom, Keri, and me. I have a very sweet deal fucking two of the two most wonderful, sensual women in the world. If you stay I’ll have to share.” Tony paused, then calmly, and with a big smile continued; ” Of course if you leave it will prove you are a certifiable idiot.”

It was impossible to assess all the things happening around me. The image of my world was in chaos. Everywhere I looked there was change I had no idea existed. In spite of everything my dick remained hard as steel. It sent a message of what it thought of the situation even if my mind was not sure. It proved the age-old adage that men are run by their dicks and not their brains.

“This is very difficult for me to absorb. My world is upside down. That is not necessarily bad, but it does require thought and time to sort through. “

“I can’t make a decision about my future right now. There is something more pressing at the moment. I need to put my dick in a human hole! Am I allowed to cum now?

Linda looked at me: “Yes, and if you want I will gladly take care of your hard-on. If you have reservations about me there are many others.”

“Linda, please be quite and get over here so I can fuck the shit out of you!”

Jim grabbed her into his arms for a monstrous kiss then threw her on the bed. Hesitating only long enough to check her wetness he plunged his dick into her cunt as hard as he could. For the first time ever, Jim fucked Linda without regard for her needs, but he knew the action was good because of her moans.

He was able to pound her cunt so hard and for so long because the drug was not quite out of his system. Sensing he had time, he withdrew, threw Linda’s legs up near her ears, and without preparation slammed his prick into her ass. Linda’s groan of pleasure said it all, and he continued to pump.

“Fuck me you bastard. Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Do it harder!” Linda screamed repeatedly.

Jim began to feel the onset of his climax. The pressure caused him to ache for release. At last he crested over the top, and his juices raced along his prick deep into Linda’s anal passage. Jim sighed with relief and collapsed onto the bed.

The relief of my orgasm was wonderful. I don’t know how much cum I squirted, but a substantial flow poured out of Linda’s ass when she stood up afterwards.

Less than 24-hours ago I could not have imagined that I would fuck my daughter, and eat her pussy. Nor could I have imagined sucking my son’s cock and drinking his sperm. What kind of world was this?

As to my choice, it didn’t take much time for me to overcome my petty feelings of jealousy and inadequacy. I really had no choice. Either deal with it or leave. I wanted Linda, so I elected to take an active role in the multiple-partner sexual theme park she presented.

My feelings about Tony and Keri took longer. Our society damns incest as the ultimate the sin, but this was something different. Tony and Keri are my offspring, but they are not children. They are adults who asked to participate. They were neither forced nor coerced. It is not as if I was taking advantage of two small children.

Those were good logical arguments, but the biggest selling point, the one that closed the deal for me, was the memory of Keri’s groans of pleasure as my rigid phallus plumbed the depths of her vaginal channel. How could I not want to experience that again, and again, and again?

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I got out of the meeting and walked through the door to the outside world. The heat was heavy as the warmth rose off the concrete and tarmac of the busy city streets. I loosened my tie. Squinting up at the sun, I took a deep breath, stepped out onto the street and thought back on the events of the last hour.

My business partner and I had a presentation with some potential investors, and even though it had been a success, I simply wasn’t cut out for this type of endeavor. I was the artistic, creative side of this relationship, so felt stifled by talk of numbers and profit, and started to drift. From now on, I would leave that boring stuff up to Jimmy and just be fully absorbed in being an artist.

It felt good to be outside and I closed my eyes as a cool breeze swept across me. The city was alive and I felt free, so I walked around a little before heading back to my car. I had nowhere to be, no one waiting for me, so I just wandered. I walked past restaurants, a park and a strip mall then headed down a side street that I’d never been down before.

The vibe changed. I was in a seedy part of town all of a sudden and noticed I was walking past porno theaters, strip clubs and strange little hole-in-the-wall places selling sexual paraphernalia. I didn’t think places like this still existed, but here they were.

Then, there were a few streetwalkers out and while I looked them up and down, I didn’t partake. I started feeling a little twitchy, however, and a pretty girl to fuck sounded pretty good right about then. I hadn’t ever been to a prostitute before, but had thought about it on occasion. It was a fantasy I’d often had but the right opportunity had never arisen. Fuck it, if the right girl came along now, I would see where it went. I deserved a celebratory treat.

I took a detour, not wanting to go home just yet. This part of the city was too interesting to just rush through, anyway. A few blocks up, I noticed a guy leaning against a wall. He looked at me, nodded, then said “Hey.” He was wearing a shirt and shorts and didn’t look like a drug dealer or a Scientologist. He didn’t look like a pimp either, but I slowed down and looked at him quizzically. He gestured with his head for me to go over to him and for some reason I did.

“You looking for a girl, man?” he said to me. Maybe I was. He must have read my mind, or maybe everyone in this part of town was looking for something.

“Why, what’s up?” I asked him.

“She’s young and hot. You wanna come meet her?”

Was he for real? Was this a trap? Was he gonna take me in the alley and try and rob me? I was a pretty tough guy and bigger than him so I figured I could stay out of trouble. Plus, I was feeling weirdly dangerous, like a beast liberated after being held captive. I’d had a drink and was feeling loose. I kinda wanted to see where this was going.

“Yeah, maybe. What’s the deal?” I was actually thinking about this.

“She’s really cute. She can suck your dick or you can fuck her.”

“Well, I…” I started to feel uncomfortable now, out of my zone, so I just shrugged.

“Whatever, man. You wanna fuck a teenage girl or what?”

I stood there with the sun beating down on my head, weighing up the pros and cons of the situation. I wasn’t particularly worried about my personal safety, but more the moral implications of paying a young woman for sex, and then her paying a pimp. It felt dirty, but then I realized that was what I was looking for, something dirty, something extreme. I was bored and needed inspiration.

He walked down the alley and then turned to me. “Come on,” he said and I followed him, keeping alert. I found myself in this little courtyard area between a couple of buildings and this dude was standing by a young girl. She was super cute and not looking like she’d been doing this long. She didn’t have the jaded, hardened appearance normally associated with the profession and I immediately felt for her.

“Well, what do you think, man? You wanna fuck her?”

I was now faced with a dilemma. She was hot as hell and I could afford it, so it wasn’t a matter of money or desire. If she had been some older chick, or someone who looked like they might be a seasoned professional, I probably would have gone for it. But this girl looked sweet and innocent, like some of the younger girls I saw in my neighborhood. I felt bad for her and wondered what was going on.

I shook my head and turned to leave. I heard her voice calling to me, “Please sir,” she said pathetically and I turned around. Her voice chilled my heart and I wondered why she had asked me back. I looked at her and saw pain in her eyes. What the fuck was going on? Now I felt like I couldn’t leave her, so I walked over.

“OK, how much?” I asked her, trying to be gentle.

“Hey dude,” her pimp said. “You negotiate with me.”

“OK.”

“She’ll suck you off right here in this alley for 80 bucks. Or there’s a room through that door with a bed and you can fuck her for güvenilir bahis 200.”

I didn’t exactly know what I was going to do once I got in that room, if I was going to fuck her or just ask her what was going on, but I wasn’t going to leave. I looked in my wallet. I had 150 bucks. “I have 150. But I want it all,” I tell the guy. I wanted to get her alone now.

The girl just stood there, trying to smile and look pretty. He scowled. “Fine. Just gimme the fucking money. It’s through there. You have 30 minutes,” he said and pointed to a door. I gave the the guy the cash. The girl took me by the hand and walked me over, then opened the door and I looked inside. It was a small, dimly lit room with a mattress on the floor; pretty grim. There was a sheet on the mattress, but I assumed it wasn’t clean.

I don’t know how many times this poor little thing had been fucked in this horrible room, but I couldn’t imagine she’d been doing it very long. “What your name, sweetie?” I asked her, trying to be kind. I still didn’t know what I was going to do, but I closed the door behind me.

“Tiffany,” she said, moving towards me. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed me, then started stroking my tie. I touched her waist and was transported by her presence. She reached down and unzipped my fly. She got on her knees, took out my cock and started toying with it with her tongue. She looked up at me and took it in her mouth. She had been instructed well. I stroked her hair and all the ideas I had about not fucking her vanished completely. I justified in my mind by telling myself I was being gentle with her.

She took my cock out of her mouth, and she was out of breath. “Come on,” she said and led me to the mattress. She sat me down and slipped he dress over her head. She had deliciously budding little apples and I couldn’t resist touching her. She lay down and opened her legs for me and morally, I was a lost cause. I kissed her blooming rose and she reacted a little to my kiss. She arched her back as I worked on her clit with my tongue. I don’t suppose any guy had ever really done this to her, because I assumed that before she started doing this, she had been a virgin and was treated badly since.

She let out some sighs and moans and I could tell she wasn’t faking it. I wanted to make her come so I kept going, lapping at her rosebud as her pulse quickened and juices flowed. “Oh! Oh….wow…you…uh…” is all she could say as her climax hit. She lifted her legs in the air and let out some lovely squeaks and squeals of pleasure. “Damn…” she said and looked at me. “No guy ever…um…”

“Made you come?” I said. I felt a little better about taking advantage of her bad situation. She nodded sweetly, looked embarrassed and then I felt really sorry for her. She was a real sweetheart and shouldn’t have been doing this job.

“You wanna fuck me now?” she said, then looked down by the side of the mattress.

She handed me a rubber and I slipped my trousers and boxers off. She stroked my cock a little to get me ready and I put the condom on. I lay down. She sat astride me and pressed herself down on my cock.

“Oh!” she said again, involuntarily. I was a big guy and she was tight and tiny. I held her around the waist and eased her down on my cock, slowly. She made a face that told me it hurt a little, so I asked if she was OK. She smiled and then started grinding on me. “I’m fine, thank you, Sweetie,” she said and although I was too far into this to change my mind, I felt horribly guilty again.

I sat up and kissed her. She put her legs around me and it actually felt like we were making love, not fucking. I caressed her tiny titties as her ass moved up and down on my shaft. “That feels good, baby,” she said. I didn’t think she was lying, although obviously she’d been instructed by her pimp to call her clients “Baby” and “Sweetie.”

“You are beautiful,” I said, and she cuddled up to me. I held her close as I felt my orgasm rise. I told her I was gonna come and she sped up, and started really grinding on me. We were both moaning, groaning and sweating and she giggled as I nibbled on her ear. I played with her titties some more as I exploded into the rubber. I would have liked to have filled her with my cum, but it was better this way. She kissed me again, and smiled sweetly.

I pulled out and she lay down, stretched out. She was out of breath and looked at me, appearing a little less vulnerable than before. “What’s your name, Sir?” she asked me.

“Richard.”

“Thank you, Richard. You’re much nicer to me than the others.” I felt bad for her again and I could see her mind was racing. “Richard, You…wanna…um…see me again?” she asked shyly, but with wide eyes.

“What do you mean?” I replied.

“Well, I…um…” She was afraid, I could tell. She was trembling a little bit and her face was white. “You were nice and kind to me but those other men, they…” It looked like she was going to cry and I felt horrible.

“They türkçe bahis what?” I asked her as gently as I could.

“They hurt me,” she said softly and looked away. I was speechless. She looked at me again, “Will you come and see me again?” she said with desperation in her voice. What was she really asking me here? She was obviously miserable, with good reason, and wanted out of this. Now that I’d had my disgusting way with her, my moral indignation returned.

“Listen, Is that guy forcing you to…?”

“Well, he…never mind. Yeah. He needs money. And…”

“And you’re his ticket?” I wanted to go out there and punch this guy, although I wasn’t much better. “Can you get away, Tiffany?”

“My name is Mary.”

My mind started racing. I lived alone. I had some money. I could take her in for a while, I could save her, be a decent person, not some creep. I felt for her and wanted to come to her rescue. But I didn’t trust her of course. Was she hustling me? Was this some plan they had hatched together? “You got an ID, Mary?” I asked her.

She looked puzzled, but reached into her purse and handed it to me. She was too young to be doing this, but she hadn’t lied. Her name was Mary. “Mary, you wanna get away from this?”

“Oh god, yes. Yes, please. I can’t do this. I should be in school. I…”

She started to cry. I handed her her dress and tried to comfort her.

“You wanna call me sometime? Maybe I…”

“No, no! Take me with you now. That guy…he’s my Dad. He’s in serious debt. He told me there are bad people after him…please…he’ll force me to…” she went on and on, with wild eyes. She was shaking and I believed every word she said. It was worse than I thought, and now I felt even more awful about misusing her. “I can see you’re a kind man, Richard. Just get me away from here, please.”

“But how, I…”

“There’s another way out.” She pointed to a second door. I sat there thinking. I felt all kinds of shitty. I felt shitty for her awful situation and even shittier that I had just fucked her. My guilt turned to righteousness and I decided to help her, but I hadn’t thought out how or why yet.

“You sure? You don’t even know me, Mary.”

“Listen, Richard. I…I can’t do this for another day. I’ll die.” She started crying again. “Please help me,” she said and held her head in her hands pitifully.

“Come on then,” I said, standing up. I shouldn’t have made her beg. I was such an asshole. We got dressed and went out the other door. She started jogging down a corridor and then through a door and onto the street. She looked around. I felt that heat again. “Are you parked somewhere, Richard?” she said, and looked at me with searching eyes.

“Yeah, this way.” There was a sense of urgency and we walked quickly down some side streets towards my car. We got in and she immediately put her head down to hide.

“Please drive,” she begged me. I drove off and got away from there as quickly as I could. I wasn’t really thinking, I only knew I couldn’t leave her in that room. If she had tricked me, then she was a really great actress. She checked her phone, then turned it off. She sat up in the car, and as we got further away, appeared to relax a little though she kept checking the mirrors. I wasn’t sure I wanted to head straight to my apartment, so I took her to an out of the way café first to talk.

“You feel safe enough to hang out here for a while, Mary?” I asked her. She nodded. “Are you hungry?” She nodded again. We went in and I let her order whatever she wanted. I had a coffee and looked at her. She was younger than I realized at first. She looked innocent and I felt horribly guilty about everything. “Mary, I’m so sorry that I…”

“That you rescued me?” she interrupted, eating furiously. Poor thing was half starved. I let her eat in peace for a while.

“Y’know…I’m no hero but I’m not a bad guy. I don’t normally, um…” I went on awkwardly, after a few minutes.

“Fuck teenage prostitutes?” she whispered. There was no laughter in her voice.

“No. No, I don’t. I’m sorry.”

“I could tell you were different, Richard. Is that really your name?” she asked and I nodded. It was.

“Eat your food and relax, Mary.” She ate like she hadn’t eaten in a day and then smiled at me a little. There was a beautiful, bright spark in her eye and I knew I had done the right thing, eventually. When she had eaten enough to sate her hunger, she told me everything. She let loose about how her parents were drugs users and how her father had got into debt and then fallen in with these loan guys. She had been forced by him into that room to get enough funds to pay them back. It had been every day for 8 or 9 days. 10 guys a day.

She said they had all hurt her and been cruel but I had been different. I felt awful, truly awful, but I was glad to have helped her. It appeared as if she didn’t hate me, even though I thought I was was as in essence as bad as all those others. “Do you güvenilir bahis siteleri go to school, Mary?” I asked her. She did. She said she couldn’t go back there now, though. I asked her if she wanted to go to the police, but she wasn’t sure. I asked her if I could drop her off somewhere, at a friend or a relative and she looked horrified.

“You wanna stay with me for a while and we can figure out what to do?” She nodded. I needed to redeem myself for the stupid, evil thing I’d done, and it was worth the risk.

“Please. I have nowhere else to go, I…” She started crying again and I tried to be of comfort, but didn’t want to touch her again. I sat back and thought about what I was going to do. I ran through all this stuff in my mind, although it wasn’t too clear yet. I called my business partner and told him I needed a week or so off. I could work from home, being an artist and everything.

Mary was very apologetic but I reassured her that I wanted to help. So, with some trepidation, I took her back to my apartment. I lived in a 2-story, beige-colored complex in a decent part of town, but it wasn’t fancy. There were 8 apartments in this one building all with doors directly to the street, although I was on the second floor so it had to be reached via some stairs and a balcony. The front windows looked out over and main drag, with the courtyard and communal swimming pool visible from the rear.

We went in and Mary sat down on the couch as I tried to help her relax and feel comfortable. “Let’s just cool out for a bit and we can figure out what we’re gonna do with you,” I said, trying to act like a responsible grown up. She nodded. She wasn’t old enough to drink, so I got her a soda out of the fridge and sat down in a chair opposite her.

She lay down and went to sleep and I got some work done on my laptop. After a few hours, it was dark outside and I woke her up with some soup and bread. Again, she ate furiously and looked at me gratefully. I yawned and stretched out. She asked me if I wanted to go to bed and I shrugged, thoughtlessly. Mary stood up and walked over to me, then pulled her dress over her head and threw it on the floor. I sat there, marveling at her incredible petite body with those perfect, tiny breasts. She only had panties on and she was the best thing I’d ever seen.

I was instantly aroused, but looked away. “What are you doing, Mary?” I asked her, then picked up her dress and handed it to her.

“Oh,” she said, surprised. “I had assumed you’d want…um…sex in exchange for helping me, I…” She broke off, looking vulnerable and sad. I didn’t know what to do or say. Of course I still wanted her, but I needed to do the right thing and I couldn’t take advantage of her again.

“Mary. You’ve had enough guys treat you like…like a…commodity. I’m not gonna do that to you again.” She looked at me with some confusion in her eyes.

“I don’t mind, Richard,” she said, rather tragically.

“This couch folds out into a bed. I’ll sleep here, OK? You can take the main bedroom,” I told her. I needed her to know that I wouldn’t hurt her, that I wasn’t like those other men. She put her dress back on and I caught one last precious glimpse of her beautiful body, before sitting down on the couch. I actually wasn’t tired, so I put a movie on and Mary sat next to me and watched it as well. I was into classic cinema and foreign films, but she didn’t seem to mind.

After a while, she cuddled up. I wasn’t sure how to react, but it seemed innocent enough. It didn’t feel like some come-on or a hustle and as long as I kept my hands to myself, it felt alright. I figured she was scared and alone and had found someone she thought she could trust. I grabbed a big blanket and wrapped it around her. She cuddled up even more and we relaxed and watched the film. She seemed to enjoy it and even laughed a few times.

A little while later, she looked at me and kissed me on the lips, softly. I felt electricity between us, but pulled away. Maybe this was how she expressed herself, or maybe she thought she needed to get me to like her. Maybe she was afraid I’d kick her out if she didn’t seduce me, even though I thought I’d made that clear. Maybe she liked me and wanted intimacy, but if that was the case, her judgement was impaired by recent trauma.

“You don’t need to do that, Mary,” I told her.

“Do you not want me to?” she said, and appeared genuinely confused.

“I want you to feel safe here and get back on a good path.”

“Well, I like this path so far,” she said and kissed me again, this time her lips lingered. I wasn’t going to fuck her again after she told me she had been abused and sold off, so I just held her tight and turned my face back to the television.

“You’re safe now,” I told her, trying to be of comfort. I wasn’t lying and I had to admit that I felt like a good man for the first time in a long time. After a little while, she fell asleep again, so I carried her to the bed and tucked her in. She looked angelic and my heart swelled for her, knowing all the things she’d been through. I went to leave, but she woke up.

“Stay with me, Richard, please,” she whispered. I was unsure what to do.

“I don’t think…”

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Jack went alone to Church on Sunday; mum thought he would speak more freely if she weren’t there. Jack saw Tom and Claire, he also saw Joyce, she winked at him, last night she had been very hot, she hadn’t been summoned, that was three weeks in a row that she had not been to his study. Then May arrived in Church; she sat beside Jack. She smiled and acknowledged Jack as she sat beside him. Jack then thought back to seven weeks after the Friday Church Disco when Joyce had caught Jack and Beth at it. Jack hadn’t seen Beth but had spoken to her. She had confessed her sins, as instructed by Joyce. She was given absolution and told to be a better girl.

Beth had messaged Jack to say that her period was due, she was hot, could he come to her house on Friday at seven. Jack arrived, and Beth took him straight to her bedroom. Jack noticed that May was in the house; he had heard her on the phone. They were both naked within seconds of getting into Beth’s bedroom. Jack said, “Beth, you’re mums is in the house, will she not hear us?”

Beth replied, “No problem Jack, she’s got a lot of bookwork to get through. I told her that you were dropping by; there won’t be a problem. The next three hours flew in; Jack fucked Beth in every way possible. As they lay in bed afterwards, Beth’s period came. There was blood everywhere. Beth was so embarrassed. She took Jack into the shower; she washed and rinsed them both. Just before eleven, Jack left Beth in the bedroom; then May came out of her study, May said, “Hi Jack, I have just finished my work, how are you?”

“I’m great Dr Roberts; you must be working hard?”

“Jack, please call me May, I have to do this every two weeks. I do it at home as I don’t get any peace in the Clinic. I am just so happy that I’ve achieved so much this evening. I’m now going to have a glass of wine, would you like to join me as I hate drinking alone?”

Jack looked at May; she was a tall, elegant lady, she had a full-bodied figure, just like Beth, she was wearing a tight top, her massive tits swayed so sexually as she moved. Jack said, “Thanks May, I think that Beth is fast asleep, she told me that she was up at five this morning as she had a paper to hand in at nine this morning. I would love a glass of wine with you, I walked over tonight, so I don’t need to worry about driving.”

“That’s great Jack, she was tired last night, she decided to do it this morning. Beth’s like me; we both work better in the morning. What would you like, Red or White? You tell me what you’d like? I’ll check her room when I get the wine.”

Jack thought that he would love to have May, but he knew that would be impossible, May was a pillar of the local community. Jack smiled then said, “I’d love a dry white, but May, I leave it to you, let’s have what you’d like.”

May then led Jack into her study, she invited him to sit on the sofa, then went for the wine. As May walked out of the study, Jack was amazed at how firm her body looked; she had a very sexy and confident walk. Jack wondered if she had a boyfriend. May returned carrying a tray with two glasses and a wine cooler with a bottle of white in it. güvenilir bahis May said with a smile, “Beth’s fast asleep, that’s no wonder as I heard a lot of action coming from her room tonight, I think that you have a lot of stamina Jack, that’s a great thing for a man to have.”

“I like to keep myself fit. I would rather take my time and do the job correctly than rush it. But, I suppose that it’s different strokes for different folks.”

May thought for a minute, as she poured the wine into two glasses, then said, “Jack, you have an old head on young shoulders, I agree with you, unfortunately, since my husband died, my sex life has not been inspiring. It’s been very disappointing, I’ve had a couple of in and out lovers, that when they’ve been satisfied, they’re quickly out of bed and gone. You were over three and a half hours with lucky Beth tonight, no wonder that she’s fast asleep.”

Jack smiled then said, “I’m so sorry to hear that May, don’t lose hope, you’re still a beautiful woman, how can’t you find a man?”

“Most men want to control your life; they want to be in charge of every aspect of your life. I am an independent woman; no man will ever control me again. I can use my sex toys to give me relief, though I miss having the closeness and intimacy I would get from the right man.”

Jack put his glass onto the coffee table; May did the same, then they started to cuddle each other, Jack said, “I’ve found that life is a compromise, with a bit of give and take, you can still have a lot of fun.”

Their mouths met, May buried her tongue in Jack’s mouth. She was an incredible kisser, Jack’s hand started playing with May’s massive tits, their kissing was so affectionate, May found Jack’s stiff cock in his trousers, as she stroked it she said, “My tits are very sensitive, I love what you’re doing to them. Your cock feels wonderful, can I take him out?”

Jack stopped kissing May then said, “May, we must be so discreet, I don’t want to hurt Beth, we are both young, I’m not actually dating her, we meet for sex. I can do the same with you if you want? If we do it, then we both go into it with our eyes open.”

May kissed Jack again with a lot of affection then said, “I’m happy with that Jack, we must be discreet, I’m Beth’s mum, I am attracted to you, I want to be honest about that. I get excited when you visit; I get very aroused when I hear you fucking Beth. I will need to go the pill as I still have my period. My tits will get very big when I go back on the pill. Jack, I’m open-minded. I enjoy everything. It would be safer if we used my bedroom, which is on the ground floor. Beth will never come into my bedroom without giving me notice. I am the same with her. I’m also like Beth; I can be noisy if I am then you know that I’m enjoying it.”

That’s how it started with May; the lovemaking was hot and frequent. Both Beth and May knew that Jack was servicing both of them. Jack spent time with both of them. It all came together a year or so later when Beth had her twenty-first birthday. She didn’t want a big party but suggested that she would invite Jack out for a meal. May went too, it türkçe bahis was a fantastic night, ending in a threesome in May’s bedroom. After that, threesomes were popular with the three of them.

The service finished, Jack spoke with May, telling her that he would be with her in an hour. He then talked to Claire, who said that nothing would be final until after the meeting on Tuesday morning, which Tom was chairing. Tom was all for it; Claire calculated that they would be enough votes in Jack’s mum’s favour for her to win. Then Claire suggested that Jack visit them on Wednesday afternoon at two. Claire would also message him the result after the voting on Tuesday morning. Jack had the feeling that mum would be successful. Tom, hadn’t said a word, he just stood smiling aimlessly. Jack had heard a rumour that Tom was bi-sexual; he believed this could be true as he had some effeminate mannerisms. One day he had wanted to help Claire when she was sucking Jack’s cock, but Jack hadn’t allowed him to do it.

Tuesday morning, just after eleven, Claire phoned Jack to tell him that his mum was now Rector, she had won by a sizeable majority. Jack called his mum to tell her the good news. Mum was over the moon with the news; it was a massive thing for her. Jack was so happy that he had been able to help her with this. Claire had told Jack that she and Tom were both looking forward to Wednesday’s visit. Jack knew that Claire would be wanting fucked hard. Claire also said to him that she would have her ass lubed before his visit.

Jack arrived at the Villa just before two, Tom opened the door then led him into the lounge where Claire was sitting in her schoolgirl outfit, her tits looked massive. She had her legs crossed, which was unusual, Jack said, “Claire, why are your legs crossed, has dirty Tom been looking up your skirt?”

Tom replied, “Claire is not wearing any panties today, she’ll open her legs if you ask her, she’s also got a butt plug up her ass. Claire is very randy today. I think that she needs you to fuck her, Jack. Because I was so good yesterday at the meeting, I’m allowed to lick her pussy clean afterwards.”

Claire said, “Don’t you get excited yet Tom, get Jack and I a glass of wine to relax us before we start.”

Tom left the lounge, then Claire said, “Jack after you’ve fucked me, would it be possible, because Tom’s been so good getting your mum the job, would you let him lick your cock clean afterwards, I want ass fucked first today, make me cum three times. Then you can fuck my cunt doggy style. My cunt will be very wet afterwards. I’ve promised Tom that he can lick me out when you leave.”

Tom brought the wine; Jack thanked him for his help with his mum. Tom said, “She deserves it; she was my choice. She will do well.”

Tom then sat on an armchair as Claire unzipped Jack’s trousers. Jack sipped his wine as Claire sucked his stiff cock. You could see that Tom was getting excited as he shifted nervously in his armchair. Then Claire stripped naked; Jack did the same. Claire took a long drink from her glass, then leaned over the sofa, her ass high in the air, she used the top of güvenilir bahis siteleri the sofa to support herself. She pulled out the butt plug that she had up her ass, she put it on the sofa, then said, “I’m ready, Jack, will I lube your cock?”

Jack nodded in approval; then Claire lubed his stiff cock. Claire lubed him beautifully, then got back into her preferred position. Jack went behind her, then slipped his cock up her tight ass, she took his full length quickly. Jack soon had a powerful rhythm going; he was also stroking Claire’s clit as he ass fucked her. Three minutes later, Claire had her first vaginal orgasm; Jack kept going, Claire loved it, she was pushing hard against Jack’s penetrating cock. The second orgasm came shortly afterwards. Claire’s was dripping; Tom was mesmerised with what he was watching. After Claire had her third vaginal orgasm, Jack pulled out then slid inside her very wet pussy doggy style. Claire said, “My cunt’s so juicy, those were three strong orgasms, Jack go hard and deep, fuck me now.”

Jack pounded Claire’s pussy; he was relentless; he was going deep and hard. Claire was gripping Jack at the base and head of each thrust; she had strong pussy muscles. Claire loved it as Jack pounded Claire’s squelching cunt. Jack sensed Claire was close; he upped his tempo. Claire said, “Jack, I’m going to cum, fuck me harder.”

Jack kept pounding her then said, “Cum for me Claire, I wanted to make this special for as I appreciate all that Tom and you have done for mum, she’s so happy about getting the job. I’m cuming too.”

They both climaxed simultaneously, Jack felt his spunk squirt inside her dripping cunt, Claire was gripping his cock at the base, holding his stiff cock inside her, Claire said, “Tom and I were so happy to do this for Jill, we are all so delighted that she has got the position. In fact, Tom could arrange for Jill to join the Education Quango, I think that she would be an asset for this Quango. Dirty Tom loves your mum’s big tits. I love her body, too; this would be an excellent way for Jill to join our inner circle. Jack, we value your visits. Would Jill be interested in joining us, or will she have too much work in her new job?

Jack knew immediately. What Claire was doing, the Quango met once a month for a couple of hours, the salaries paid were huge for the amount of work done. Jack smiled then said, “I’m sure mum would be interested in that. I’ll ask her and let you know Claire. I will tell her about the Quango and how you like to dress in a school uniform, does Tom want to lick my cock clean now?”

As Claire relaxed her cunt muscles, allowing Jack to pull his cock out, she turned around and kissed Jack lovingly then said, “Thanks Jack, dirty Tom gives great oral, he’ll lick you clean.”

Dirty Tom then went down on Jack’s stiff cock; Jack was surprised how good he was, he had a gentle touch, his tongue was working, he was licking everything from Jack’s cock into his mouth and swallowing it. Five minutes later, Jack’s cock was clean. Jack went for a quick shower, then left, before he left, Tom stopped licking Claire’s dripping cunt and with a smile on his face gave Jack two hundred pounds. Jack had never seen Tom looking so happy. As he was leaving Claire said, “Jack, let me know as soon as you know anything about Jill, but we are looking forward to your visit next week.”

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Ralph Campbell pulled his white work van into the driveway of Mr. and Mrs. Reyes’ home – situated in one of the most posh neighborhoods in the city. Ralph parked, got out of the van, and walked to the passenger side to open the door for his wife, Hope. He then began to untether and retrieve his work ladder – stored on top of the van – which he used for cleaning and maintenance on the outside of the Reyes house.

Hope walked to the back of the van where she opened its double doors. She then collected her cleaning supplies and equipment, to be used on the inside of the house. She also gathered Ralph’s tools and supplies.

Once he secured his ladder on the side of the home, Ralph moved to the back of the van and helped Hope remove the cart she used to move her supplies around the home. Hope then finished loading up her cart before looking up at her husband, who said to her, “You look good in that outfit.”

Hope smiled. She was wearing plain linen pants and a simple, thin, long-sleeved, v-neck cotton shirt that fell well past her waist. Regular work clothes for her, though the pants were tight around her bottom. Hope turned around, lifted the back of her shirt, and stood on her toes – showing off said bottom to her husband and causing his brow to raise.

She then moved toward him. The couple shared a tender kiss before Hope moved her cart toward the side entrance of the house. Ralph watched his wife for a few seconds as she walked away – he loved her walk – before gathering his equipment and setting up shop at the front corner of the home.

“Hi, Hope!” Amanda Reyes said as she answered the door. “Ralph is here?”

“Yes, ma’am. He’s in front, preparing to clean the roof.”

“Nice. You two don’t waste time, do you?”

“No, ma’am,” Hope said with an obligatory smile. “I’ll start in the living room.”

“Thanks, Hope. You two always do such amazing work,” Amanda said as Hope wheeled her cleaning cart into the home and began moving it toward the front of the house.

********************

Hope Campbell spent most of the morning cleaning the ground floor of the Reyes’ two story home. She had made her way into the kitchen, her last stop before heading upstairs, when she again saw Mrs. Reyes.

“Hope, I have to go run an errand. I shouldn’t be long. I’m not expecting anyone but if you could listen for the doorbell in case anyone stops by, that would be great.”

“Of course, Mrs. Reyes,” Hope said as Amanda searched through her purse for the keys to her vehicle.

Mrs. Reyes then left as Hope stood and waited. She listened as she heard the garage door rise, Mrs. Reyes’ car engine purr, and then the garage door close. Hope wore a mischievous grin while retrieving her cell phone from her back pocket. She sent her husband a text:

Hope: Come inside

********************

Ralph had long since finished his work cleaning the roof and was trimming the bushes bordering the front of the house when he received Hope’s text.

Ralph took off his work gloves, placing them and his shears, under his ladder with the rest of his equipment. He made his way to the bathroom where he washed his face and hands. He then searched for Hope.

After entering and exiting a few rooms, Ralph was heading toward the stairs to continue pursuit of his wife. He then spotted her. She was sitting in the middle of a plush light gray couch in the living room. She was still wearing her long sleeve v-neck shirt but she was no longer wearing her shoes…or pants.

Ralph smiled as he admired his wife’s thighs, partially obscured by her lengthy shirt. Her legs were also crossed, making him anxious to know if she had also removed her panties while disrobing.

“I saw Amanda leave,” Ralph said as he stood at the entrance to the living room studying his wife’s body.

Hope nodded, staring at Ralph with a sultry smile. “Yeah.”

“How long will she be gone?”

“Not long.”

“So we shouldn’t waste time,” Ralph said before moving toward Hope.

“No,” she said as she sat up and uncrossed her legs, though she was still obscured by her shirt.

As he reached her, Hope unfastened Ralph’s jeans and pulled down on the ribbing of his underwear until his stiffness slid out. She then wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft and stroked him, making him harder.

“I thought we didn’t have time to waste,” Ralph said while enjoying her massage.

“We don’t,” she said before licking her lips. She then slid his tip between them, taking half of his erection into her mouth.

She moved her head back and forth, swirling her tongue around his rock hard dick. Just as Ralph’s head began to fall back, she slid him back out of her mouth.

Stunned by the sudden halt in pleasure, he looked down at his wife. “Now you’re ready,” she said, smiling as she saw how wet she made him. Hope then motioned for Ralph to get on his knees.

Ralph obliged as Hope slid the bottom of her shirt up to reveal that she had, indeed, removed her panties. Ralph placed his hands güvenilir bahis onto his wife’s petite hips and ass and pulled her closer to the edge of the couch.

He then positioned his wet tip on her wetter lips before easing himself inside his wife. He watched – as always – her facial expression as he filled her up, Hope gasping as Ralph reached her spot. She then wrapped her legs around his hips before he could slide back out, grabbing his face and looking him in the eyes as she said, “I told you… we don’t have a lot of time. Fuck me.”

She then allowed her body to fall against the back of the couch. Ralph, tightening his grip on his wife’s hips and ass, began thrusting in and out of her. Hope grunted and further tightened her legs as beads of sweat formed on his and her forehead.

The force of Ralph’s fuck began to, at first rock, and then move the couch on which Hope sat. Ralph then slowed down, allowing himself to slide almost completely out of her as he noticed something on the carpet beneath him.

“What?” Hope asked, agitated that he was no longer plowing her into the back of the couch.

“There’s a stain here on the carpet,” Ralph said. “Looks like coffee.”

“Are you serious right now?”

Ralph smiled as he said, “Sorry.”

Hope then used her legs to pull her husband back inside her. As Ralph returned his focus to Hope, she once again relaxed and closed her eyes.

Ralph grabbed Hope’s ass, pulling her to him as he continued his long, firm thrusts into her. He then slid one of his hands beneath the back of her shirt.

Just as his fingers reached her bra the couple heard the garage door open. They froze.

********************

Amanda walked through the garage entrance to her home and into the kitchen area. She then looked around and listened for Hope before hearing an odd bump.

She sped toward the staircase in the open foyer, which was right around the corner from the living room. When she reached the staircase she saw Hope and Ralph. They were carrying Hope’s cleaning supply cart upstairs.

Amanda smiled. “You two are amazing,” she called to them as they reached the top of the stairs. They then sat the cart down and turned toward Mrs. Reyes.

“Hope, I can’t believe you are already done with the downstairs. It looks great. And Ralph, the roof looks fantastic.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” Ralph said as they both gave an obligatory smile.

Amanda walked back toward her office as Hope and Ralph waited for her to leave their line of sight. The couple then gazed into one another’s eyes.

“I’ve got to get back outside,” Ralph said.

“OK,” Hope said, continuing to stare at one another.

Ralph gave his wife a kiss before forcing himself to descend the staircase as Hope watched him walk away. She then closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and smiled as she reminisced about their brief tryst.

********************

Hope received a text from Ralph just as she was finishing cleaning the master bathroom:

Ralph: Wrapping up

His timing was great as she would soon need his help bringing her cleaning cart back downstairs.

“They are amazing, Amy. The house looks amazing,” Hope could hear Amanda saying as her voice moved closer. “The Campbell’s keep our home looking incredible. They are worth every penny.”

Hope smiled as she realized Mrs. Reyes was on her phone talking to a friend. She then placed the last of her supplies on her cart and began to push it out of the master bedroom.

Just before reaching the top of the stairs she looked down and saw Mrs. Reyes with her phone held to her ear and walking toward the living room. Hope’s eyes then grew as a feeling of terror enveloped her.

She turned toward her cart, obscuring the front of her pants as she slid her hands down the front of them. She wanted to ensure she had put back on her panties from her earlier rendezvous with her husband and not left them to be found by Mrs. Reyes. She then breathed a sigh of relief as she stood and waited for her husband.

“Oh, wow, Amy…” Amanda continued on her phone with her friend, “…she even got out that coffee stain I was trying to hide in the living room when I repositioned the couch. I can’t believe she even saw that!”

Hope giggled. She then heard the side door to the house close. Seconds later Ralph appeared and ascended the stairs to help her move the cleaning cart back downstairs.

Amanda emerged from the living room as they were moving toward the side entrance. “Here they are,” Amanda said as she spotted Hope and Ralph. She then sped toward the Campbells as she wrapped up her phone conversation. “Hey, Amy, let me talk to them and I’ll call you back.”

Hope and Ralph slowed their pace and looked at one another as they neared the side entrance. They then stopped and turned toward Mrs. Reyes.

“Hey, I wanted to ask you two something,” Mrs. Reyes said. “By the way… magnificent job on the house, as usual. Hope, how did you even see that stain underneath the couch? I was trying so hard to hide it and forgot to tell you türkçe bahis about it.”

“Umm… vacuuming,” Hope said as Ralph’s eyes bugged.

“Well, thank you for taking care of that for me. Everything looks great. And the outside as well,” Mrs. Reyes said, turning to Ralph. “The yard and hedges look immaculate.”

“My pleasure,” Ralph said.

“I wanted to speak to you about something if you have a couple of minutes,” Mrs. Reyes said, motioning for the two to join her in her den.

“Of course,” Hope said as the two followed their employer.

“I have a friend, Amy Martin, whose regular cleaning crew is out of town,” Mrs. Reyes said as they all took a seat. “She is having a rough time finding someone to clean her home. And I was just raving to her about what great work you two do for me here.”

Hope shook her head. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Reyes, but our schedule is already pretty full.”

“Are you sure you can’t possibly squeeze her in? She is a close friend of mine and I promised her I would try and connect you two with her.”

Hope looked at Mrs. Reyes for a few moments as she thought about their packed schedule. She then glanced at Ralph – who looked dubious – before reaching for her phone to access her digital calendar.

“Any time you could find for her would be great,” Mrs. Reyes said. “She is a really good friend and I’d love to help her out. I told her how marvelous you all are.”

Hope looked up from her phone and smiled at Mrs. Reyes. She then continued to scan her calendar, periodically shaking her head.

“If you could just meet with her?” Mrs. Reyes said. “Maybe you all could figure something out?”

Hope nodded. “Sure, Mrs. Reyes. We’ll meet with her. Do you know what would be a good time for her?”

“Umm… what are you doing right now?”

********************

Amy Martin’s home was several streets away in the same neighborhood as the Reyes’ house. The Campbell’s had no evening plans, other than resting after they left Mrs. Reyes, so they didn’t mind spending a little extra time to do their best client a favor.

Ralph and Hope pulled into the Martin’s driveway and were immediately greeted by a smiling, waving Amy Martin standing in her front lawn.

Ralph parked at the front curb. He then grinned as he looked at Hope. “Remember when we were the ones wanting to make a good impression for our clients?”

Hope turned her head away from an approaching Mrs. Martin to conceal her giggle.

********************

“As you can see…” Mrs. Martin said while walking the Campbell’s through the hallway that connected the foyer to the den, “…our home is about the same size as Amanda’s. She just raves about the work you two do. I have a crew of three that regularly clean for me but they are on an extended vacation.”

Amy then stopped walking and turned toward the couple. “I know Amanda mentioned that you are already pretty booked, but it would be great if you could find any time in your schedule for me. I’m throwing a big party and I am desperate. I’d definitely make it worth your while.”

After a few seconds Hope asked, “When are you having your party?”

“The day after tomorrow.”

“Oh,” Hope said. “So you need someone tomorrow.”

“Yes,” Amy said before biting bottom lip.

Hope looked at Ralph who signaled his displeasure before turning back to Mrs. Martin. “I’m sorry, Ma’am, but that’s our only day off.”

“Well, I’d be willing to double your fee.”

“It’s not an issue of money, Mrs. Martin…” Hope said.

“Look,” Amy interrupted. “Tell me what it will take. I’m desperate here. This party is in a little more than 48 hours and it could be a huge boost to my husband’s career.”

Hope and Ralph glanced at one another as Mrs. Martin continued. “Plus I’m going out of town tomorrow and I need someone I can trust to be here without me or my husband here. With my cleaning crew gone I don’t know anyone else.”

Hope and Ralph glanced back at one another with wide eyes. Hope gave an obligatory smile as she looked back at Mrs. Reyes and nodded. “What time do you need us here tomorrow?”

Amy’s face brightened. “Oh my god, you’ll do it?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Hope said.

As Amy gave Hope a huge hug, Hope and Ralph looked at each other… and gave one another a huge smile.

********************

Amy Martin gave the Campbells the extra copy of keys to her home along with her security code. Mrs. Martin was leaving town that night and not returning until the morning of the party so Hope and Ralph were on their own time frame as far as when they would be cleaning the next day.

The couple then went home and discussed their plans for Amy’s home before sitting down to dinner. After dinner Ralph continued to contemplate all that had been discussed earlier with Mrs. Martin.

“I wonder if she is really going to pay us double our fee,” Ralph said to Hope as he placed their dishes from dinner into the kitchen sink and she began to wash them.

“Does it matter?”

Ralph shrugged. “Not really. But it wouldn’t güvenilir bahis siteleri hurt.”

Hope shook her head as she kept her focus on the dishes. She then grinned as Ralph continued to stand. “May I help you?” she asked.

Ralph moved his lips to within a couple of inches of her ear before saying in a low tone, “You sure can.”

Hope smiled a little bigger. She then looked over her shoulder at Ralph. “I have to finish these dishes,” she said before returning her attention to the kitchen sink.

Ralph looked over her shoulder. “You only have a fork left,” he said. He then placed his hands on Hope’s waist and kissed her several times from the base of her neck up to the back of her ear.

Hope went limp and her body fell back onto Ralph’s. He then wrapped his arms around her as he licked her ear, which made her body shudder. After a few seconds, Hope stood tall and turned to face Ralph, wresting herself from his embrace.

“Nope,” Hope said with a smile she was trying to suppress. “I have to finish the dishes and we have to get ready for tomorrow.”

Ralph gave a surprised grin. “So we can’t…?” he asked.

“No, Ralph,” Hope said, fighting to be serious. “We can’t.”

Ralph smiled as he watched Hope walk from the kitchen toward the bedroom – he loved her walk. He then called out to her just as she turned the corner to go into the master bathroom. “Not even a little?”

Hope leaned around the corner, still smirking. “No,” she said before disappearing back into the bathroom.

“Just the tip?” Ralph asked, walking toward his wife. He turned the corner to the bathroom and saw her cleaning her face as she shook her head and chuckled.

“We have a job tomorrow,” she said as she looked at him through the mirror.

Ralph moved toward Hope to put his hands back onto her waist but she spun around and placed a hand on his chest to stop him. “No, Ralph,” she said with a growing grin. “Tomorrow.” She then kissed him on the cheek and said in his ear, “Be patient.”

Hope turned back around to face the sink as she and Ralph gazed at one another through the mirror. He then nodded as he grinned. “OK. I’ll be patient.”

Ralph turned to walk toward the bedroom as Hope watched him through the mirror with a smile and silent giggle.

********************

Hope sat silent on the passenger side of the work van as Ralph drove to Amy Martin’s house. She was exhausted as she watched the scenery pass by her window, questioning the wisdom of volunteering to start work at 6am. She then noticed a faint but familiar scent tickling her nostrils.

A suspicious Hope stared at her husband who was concentrating on the road. A small smile then crept onto her face as she said, “Polo Red? Really?”

Ralph flashed his own mischievous grin as he kept his eyes forward. “Yeah. What about it?”

“You know that’s my favorite cologne of yours.”

“Is it?”

“Since when do you wear cologne to work?”

Hope then leaned toward Ralph, putting her nose within an inch of his neck, and taking a deep breath. Sitting back and closing her eyes for a couple of seconds before exhaling, she seemed to be in heaven.

Ralph glanced at his wife before again facing the road. “Guess I forgot we were going to work.”

********************

Once the Campbells arrived at the Martin residence, Ralph took his ladder off of the roof of the van and helped Hope pull her cleaning cart out of the back. He then gathered all of his supplies and sat them at the corner of the house. Turning to Hope, he asked her, “Did you need some help getting everything inside?”

Hope smiled. “You wanna help me?”

Ralph grinned. “Of course.”

Hope and Ralph carried the cart over the concrete path that led from the driveway to the front porch. Hope then disabled the alarm and unlocked the door.

The home opened to a staircase, similar to the Reyes’ home. Hope and Ralph pulled in her cart and supplies and left them at the foot of the stairs.

“OK,” Ralph said, “I’ll see you in a few hours.” He then turned to head back outdoors and begin his work.

Hope reached out and grasped his hand, pulling him back toward her until their bodies were pressed together. She looked into his eyes and asked, “Don’t you want to stay inside and… help me some more?”

“I’d love to, baby. But I have a lot to do outside.”

“You have a lot to do in here,” Hope said, rubbing her hand up and down the inside of Ralph’s thigh while noting his arousal.

Ralph smiled. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to say no to you?”

Hope closed her eyes as she let out a soft moan. “You shouldn’t have worn your cologne.”

She then moved her hand to Ralph’s chest, rubbing it for a few seconds before kissing it. “See you at lunch,” Hope said before turning toward her cleaning cart. She pushed it around the stairs and out of sight as Ralph watched her walk away. It was a couple of minutes before he could walk back outside.

********************

It was almost 10:30 in the morning and Hope had finished cleaning the lower level of the house. The Martin’s second level was about half the size of the Reyes’ so she didn’t have much work left to do. Still, she couldn’t stop thinking about Ralph and how he smelled wearing his Polo Red cologne.

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A year after we graduated, my and my four ex-classmates decided to go on a vacation. I was in charge of booking the rooms and flights, so it ended up being my problem when at the last minute one guy refused to go. When I was looking for a way to not let the money go to waste, by sheer silly accident my 41 year old mother said that maybe she might go. She promised to stay out of our fun, to not interfere in anything or spy on me ever.

I asked the guys, and they said it was fine. What else could they say? But my mom was a good, clever woman, so I knew she really wouldn’t bother anyone except maybe me, and probably not even that.

On the morning of our departure she was to drive me to the airport, where we’d meet with our friends. Her dyed blond hair was in a ponytail, making her look a bit younger and way more adventurous than she actually was. I didn’t say anything, but when we arrived at the airport, her cheerful disposition made it obvious: while keeping her distance, calling herself an old person and all, she was going to try to fit in, if only a little bit.

So, she was trying to be the “cool” kind of mom. I knew that she wasn’t. But, when we met with my friends, she shook their hands, smiling and making her grey eyes round.

“Haven’t seen you in years, Mrs. Redd,” said Arthur, the weaseliest guy I ever knew.

“Just Helen.”

“Helen,” he said, touching her elbow.

David also said hi. Jimmy came from another school and never met my mother before, so I introduced them. Then, perhaps guessing that I was hoping she’d stop getting familiar, mom said she’ll go forward while we take our time.

On the flight her seat was apart from ours. I’ve only seen her that one time when she couldn’t help but come check on me, as if I was still twelve.

When we were there, we checked in, and for half an hour everyone stayed in their rooms. Very soon mom came to mine and “helped” me unpack my things. She was the one who packed them for me back at home. She arranged things for me, and due to her silly fretting it took us half an hour longer than everyone to get to the beach.

Finally, though, I was ready. Arthur and David were waiting, and Jimmy already went ahead of us. We went without waiting for my mom, who wasn’t supposed to be near us when we started having fun anyway.

After a while mom found a place on the beach not far from me, moved there, took out a book from her handbag and started reading. As promised, she did not interfere with our fun and was almost like a stranger, but she always kept somewhere near – went for a swim about the same time I did, handed me a bottle of sun lotion once, and went back to the hotel barely quarter an hour after we did.

“Mommy’s watching,” said Jimmy, who from the very beginning didn’t really like the idea of a mother following us all that much.

I told him to piss off. When we got together at a bar later on, mom didn’t follow, thankfully, and we were about to have some fun.

I was getting ready to hold mom to her word. She didn’t, but after a little bit David, “the considerate one” and the quiet guys since we were kids, said it wasn’t ok if we left “Helen” out.

“Oh no, my mother’s not participating,” I said .

“I agree with D.,” said Arthur. “Let’s call her? Shut up, Stephen.”

“Let’s,” said Jimmy.

He was being ironic, but David and Arthur really meant it. So the latter sly asshole left – and came back with my mom in tow ten minutes later.

She was wearing denim shorts, a bikini top and a pretty pareo. Mom looked somewhat mature – she wasn’t tall and must have been about 120 lbs or so, her shorts cut into her soft body, bra was squeezing her breasts instead of sitting properly. The pareo was mostly sheer. Meanwhile, the evening went well, if tame. Towards the midnight we went to our rooms. Mom came over and fretted about this and that until I finally coaxed her to leave. I browsed some sites, answered a few emails and got ready to sleep. David wrote “Stephen’s mom is such a nice lady” on his blog. Arthur thumbed it up, Jimmy hasn’t.

***

The next day mom was on the beach an hour before we arrived. She was not going to bother us, just as promised.

“There’s my mom,” I said, steering the company away from her, but Arthur looked at me, then at my mom, and said,

“Quit walking around, just sit here, for fuck’s sake,” and dropped his bag on the sand.

“Hey, Mrs. Redd,” said David.

“Don’t bother her,” I said.

Mom turned towards us, put her sunglasses on, smiled and sat up with a greeting. She said she was going to go for a swim and walked into the water. I noticed Arthur following my mother’s ass with his stare. I didn’t say anything – there was nothing to say. He was just a horny asshole who couldn’t control himself even if he wanted.

Ten minutes later, when I almost forgot about her and was starting to have some fun, she came back from swimming. Arthur stood up, picked mom’s towel, walked towards her and wrapped it over her shoulders. David and Jimmy were watching. As if that wasn’t enough, Arthur put his hands on mom’s back and started rubbing her güvenilir bahis dry. She sort of protested, but he cooed something and managed to dry her back, neck and hands before she thanked him and took the towel. He stood there grinning, watching mom crouched and asked if she needed something else.

So now he was courting my mother? Jimmy was watching with his eyebrows raised, giving me the “if I were you, I would have stopped this” look.

That evening we didn’t go anywhere – just minded our own businesses. I went to the pool, which nobody else cared about, then came back to my hotel room. It was so cosy just sitting there, listening to the sea, watching it getting dark through the room’s magnificent windows. I ordered some tea and some snacks and spent the salty evening catching up online.

But something kept bothering me. Some weird omens, so to say, kept stacking around me, as if something ugly was going to happen. The last straw was a simple, easily explainable happening that otherwise wouldn’t have caught my eye: from the five of us, I, David and Jimmy were online, but my mother and Arthur were not, and have not been for more than an hour. The thing that put a thrill through my spine was that some time ago I actually noticed them going offline almost simultaneously. That was stupid.

I remembered my mother in her bikini, the look on Arthur’s face when she walked by. Suddenly, my imagination got filled with all sorts of images. I tried to calm myself, fixed me some drinks, but after ten minutes I was so agitated that my hands started trembling.

I wasn’t thinking straight when I got out of the window and onto the wide, dark terrace. It was past midnight. The lights near the windows were mostly off. Inside, some people were sleeping and some were having fun with their friends. Feeling really stupid, I crept past my friends’ windows and looking into Arthur’s. It was dark and completely empty. For a second I felt elated, but then I crawled further and finally looked into mom’s window.

Arthur was on top of my mother. He was holding her hands. They were kissing. Mom’s pale legs were wrapped around his muscular ass. Through the window I could hear her whimper. His huge, already suntanned frame was covering my mother’s whole body – I could only see her face, her hands and her legs. I could hear their flesh. They were fucking. Then Arthur pushed himself up and told my mom to stand on her knees.

“No,” said my mom.

He said, “Helen.”

I stared as my mother turned over and stood on all fours. Her face was now a pale spot in the dark of the room. Arthur put his hands on mom’s hips and pushed himself in – mom’s mouth opened, she started audibly breathing, and the bed started rumbling again. She grabbed onto the sheets, on all fours like an animal, her mammaries swinging. Arthur slapped her. In an aroused and coquettish tone my mother said “Ouch.” He held onto her and continued fucking – I could see mom grimace when he got too rough, then close her eyes when he hit the spot.

Arthur, the bastard, was very experienced. It was clearly visible how he found weak spots on his woman’s body. After ten minutes or so my mom had an orgasm. Nothing was over, though – she just rolled on her back, and the sexing continued. A handsome young man with a pretty, thick cock was fucking her deeply and thoroughly, he was opening her up, spreading her legs and pussy as far as he wanted. After all the groping I witnessed, I’m sure Arthur knew mom’s body by heart. He got tired for a second, and mom straddled him. Angry and jealous, I looked at her back as she rode him, her soft round ass getting squeezed by his hands. It didn’t last long – after about five minutes he pinned mom back down and gave her another rough fucking. She moaned uncontrollably, her legs dangled up, her ponytail was completely undone and her hair lay spread on the pillow. Then Arthur groaned, forced his cock all the way up my mom and finished with a shudder. She didn’t push him away – rather, reached with her hand and massaged his balls and his ass throughout the ejaculation.

He pulled out and rolled on his back. For a minute my mother was still, her eyes closed – I thought she has fallen asleep.

“I need some fresh air,” she then said, and stood up.

I backed from the window. Mom walked out and stood on the terrace. She was completely nude, her pale form like looking marble in the dark. She was barely five feet away from me, and I was too scared to run. She had the odour of warmed seawater.

Arthur came out and stood beside her. His hand slid down her back and over her ass.

“You were great,” he said. Mom didn’t respond. “Wanna go to the beach?”

“Just some air. It was getting hot in there.”

“You’ll heat any room up,” said the bastard. I really hated him.

“Are you horny again?” said my mother.

She took his cock in her hand without looking and started jerking him off. He pulled mom towards him, fingers sinking into her ass, her sweaty breasts squeezing against his firm chest.

“Too much for a proper lady?”

“It isn’t.”

“Yeah?” said Arthur.

“Take me türkçe bahis back there and see.”

He pushed mom towards the room. She walked, smiling at him over her shoulder. Arthur followed, giving mom a slap on her ass.

That was enough. I turned away and ran to my room. There I stumbled into the shower and masturbated three or four times in a row. It was a release, but it didn’t feel good. Helplessness was mind-numbing. What could I even do? He already fucked my mother, this will no change, ever. What do I do and say tomorrow? Should I fight him? Maybe I should say nothing. What if it happens again? Maybe I shouldn’t spy. Well, yeah, it was none of my business. If I got myself a slut and fucked her all night long, would Arthur have cared? Does he even properly realize it’s my mother? Yeah, this isn’t the end of the world. I got into bed tried forcing myself to fall asleep.

***

In the morning my train of thought was unbroken, as if I did not sleep. I had nightmares and was laughably horny. I washed my face, brushed my teeth – all the while thinking whether Arthur was still in mom’s room. How did they go to sleep? How did they wake up? Did he fuck her first thing in the morning? Did she suck him off? Did their neighbours hear them do it?

When I met with the guys, they were talking. Arthur had a sly grin. Appallingly, when I walked towards them, they immediately stopped. What? Was he bragging? Was he actually telling others about fucking “Helen” all night long? I couldn’t believe it, and I didn’t. What sort of friends would take this lightly? Frustration and jealousy were building up in me, but I couldn’t think of a single word to say. My ex-school friend has violated the deep-seated carnal privacy of my mother, but mom was above my authority.

When we met her, mom was wearing a yellow bikini. She kept to herself. There was no way of telling she fucked Arthur yesterday. Throughout the day, someone would occasionally glance at my mother’s ass, but nothing else happened beside Arthur courting her slightly.

At sunset I went “for a walk” around the terrace to see if something unwholesome was brewing. Nothing was. I felt better. Mom’s room was empty, so was Arthur’s. “Wait, are they at the beach?” I thought to myself – and went there right away. They weren’t. I walked back, once more at relative ease, and stumbled on Jimmy. He was chatting with some tech guy about something.

“Seen Arthur?” I said.

“He and David picked up your mom and went out with her. She felt down, so they had to be the gentlemen,” he said and looked at me. “What?”

“Nothing. That’s cute,” I said, and walked off.

Then immediately I walked back and asked where they took her, but he didn’t know.

I went to my room and locked myself there. It was a bit overboard. But maybe this one wasn’t like yesterday. This could not have turned into a sex tour with my mother in the middle. Even despite what happened yesterday, this was unlikely. They’ll be back by eight or nine and go to their rooms. If Arthur tries to force himself on my mother, I’ll tail and protect her.

They weren’t back by nine. At eleven, their rooms were still empty. I crept through the terrace every hour, offended and desperate. To relax, I went to the shower and masturbated – this horrible ordeal was making me jealous and horny. Finally, at about two in the morning, when the hotel was for the most part asleep, I heard people walk past my door, and jumped out of my bed.

I crept through the terrace once more and watched David’s room. Yes, it was him. And Arthur was back in his own room – I saw him walk towards his bed, pick up his phone that was resting on it, and throw it back down in annoyance. I went to my mother’s window and saw her coming right in. She was wearing a short skirt and a classy white shirt. Stepping out of high heels, mom artlessly stripped – I could see pale tanlines on her slightly pink skin, – threw her clothes in a heap and stumbled into the shower.

I waited for half a minute. Nobody else was coming. Mom started to sing to herself. So I unlocked the door through the window and crept inside.

The room smelt of mild alcohol – she’s been drinking. I looked around and noticed the bunch of her clothes and underwear. Following an impulse, I fished out her panties. They were dirty, plain and simple. Then her cellphone played a jingle, making me startle. It was a “Good-night, Helen” message from David. Fuck you, “friend”. Surprisingly, Jimmy was now the only one of my friends who has’t betrayed me. But, closing the message, I saw that the photo app was still running. I opened the photos and saw thumbnails that hinted at something revolting. I selected the bunch and mailed them to myself.

Then I crept out of the room. Only when I was “home” I noticed that I was still holding mom’s stained underwear. But she was probably drunk. She may think she lost them somewhere in the room. And I didn’t even care.

In my room, I picked up my tablet and downloaded the photos. A whole bunch of dimly lit thumbnails swamped my photo roll. I opened the first one and saw mom with David, at the table, with Arthur güvenilir bahis siteleri apparently shooting. Next one had David with his hand on mom’s shoulder. They were at some sort of bar. Next, mom was drinking, smiling sheepishly. But I saw that she was having fun. Her face was pink, eyes moist, smile across her face as if she’s constantly laughing. Every further picture mom was getting more drunk. Then I saw her dancing with David, and then a few dozens of the same. It was like a slideshow: his hands on her waist, her chin on his shoulder, her face tucked into his neck. They did a spin, and David’s hand slipped a bit down towards her ass. I could see how her breasts were squeezed against him, how her thighs and ass moved under the skirt with her every step. Mom saw Arthur taking photos and drunkenly waved to stop, but he apparently didn’t. They continued to dance – I could see her from every angle. When they were back at the table, there were more drinks waiting for them. Mom sipped something clear. She was getting drunk.

Next photo was outside, her standing under the street lamp. Next – she was standing with her hands cross in front of her, pulling her shirt over her bra-covered breasts. Even through intoxication, though, she thought that was enough, because the next blurry photos were of her fixing her clothes, laughing and pushing the camera away with both hands. The very next photo was of them walking, and Arthur’s tan tattooed hand pulling my mother’s shirt down so the cut would reveal her pink cleavage. A middle-aged passer-by was casually glancing at my mother’s right breast. More blurry photos of her struggling, and then she was standing with David under another street lamp, him facing the camera, her in front, facing him, – like a pair of lovers. My mother – looking smaller, shorter, thinner and younger than ever in those clothes and that sort of twilight, – she stood so close to his body, as if ready to embrace. She was like his girlfriend. Next photo – he’s pulled up her skirt, showing her fat round ass, barely covered with panties, mom’s hands blurry as she was laughing and fighting him.

Full of anxiety, I spread those panties on the bed in front of me. It was red with a black line, smelling of sweat and perfume. Mom, you’re not a teenager. Can’t you control yourself? But at least I hoped they didn’t actually do her. Maybe they just fooled around.

I picked up the tablet. Next photo had mom standing exactly the same – under the street lamp, in front of David, her back to the camera, skirt rolled up, but panties pulled down to the knees. There were marks on her ass from tight underwear cutting into it and some minor sunburn. Next – the photographer was standing behind her, touching her buttocks with his dick. Then: my mother still in David’s embrace, now hanging on his neck, bent forward, the photo from above showing Arthur’s cock sliding far into her. There were several photos like that; then they turned her around her – now David was taking my mom from behind. Arthur has unbuttoned her shirt, so mom’s breasts were now hanging out. Someone’s hand was pinching and twisting a nipple. Next photo was of mom on her knees, somewhere dark, sucking off the photographer, Arthur’s hand in her hair, pearly stain in the corner of her mouth.

Then I thought to myself: suppose I was a 40-year old guy, and two of my daughter’s best friends, both very attractive young women, got me drunk and took me on a sexual adventure. Would I play hard-to-get? Of course mom got fucked, they both fucked her raw, she was washing their semen out of her pussy right now in the shower, dousing with hot water the parts of her body that still held the memory of their groping fingers. At one point today, they spread her legs and plumbed the cunt of my closest relative, my nurse and my mother, brought her to an orgasm, make her drunk pussy ache. My only defence against any of this was now history. What else could I do? How could I possibly lord over the guy who is more experienced than me, and who fucks my mother? For a second, I wanted to go to his room, cry and beg him to not fuck my dear mom anymore, because it hurt, aroused and abused me. I wanted to tell him how jealous it made me that, while I was a virgin, my classmates’ conquests included even my own mother.

***

Next day on the beach mom was wearing her one-piece again. To my surprise, she soon shooed Arthur away. She didn’t go swimming. Later, at noon, when we went back to our rooms, I wandered around for a bit and ended up walking into my mother’s room. She was taking a shower.

“Who is it?” she said, stopping the water.

“It’s me, mom.”

“Wait a few minutes, ok?” she said and turned the water back on.

I looked around. Her swimsuit was on the chair. I could see a bit of of it’s inside, slightly padded at the crotch, thinner at the part that went between her legs and over her ass. Her travelling bag was on the bed – and I noticed an opened pack of hygienic tampons. One was missing – it’s package lay on the table – and it all clicked together. So that’s what happened! Starting today, my mom was on period. And – my god, it was over. Fucking my mother was over. The vacation was ruined, but the feeling of dread I was having throughout the day was now almost gone. Thank you, dear God. I was scared and offended, I was jealous and powerless, but now it was over.

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