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Everybody was decked out in cowboy boots, jeans, and bandannas at the afternoon barbecue. Of course, Derek with his sleeveless button-up shirt, tight jeans (with a big buckle belt), and cowboy boots looked like the Playgirl cover model for the cowboys issue. Everyone watched him swagger around the patio. Karen gave him a cowboy hat, and every gay guy and straight girl came a little.

It was a really warm day and some folks decided to get into the pool. Derek didn’t get in the pool, but he had taken his shirt off. He was laid out on a lounger, his boots crossed, while Karen rubbed oil onto his bulging chest and rippled belly. The oil made his thick chest hair glisten in the sunlight. He tipped his hat forward stretched his arms back behind his head like he was asleep while Karen ran her hands over his body. He didn’t try to hide the fact that his huge fat cock visibly snaked down his thigh.

After making his body shine with oil, Karen whispered something to Derek and lay back on her lounger. She put on her shades and held out the oil. Derek didn’t budge. Karen sat up and took off her shades.

“Fuck you!” She shouted at him as she got up and walked away in a huff into the house.

I started talking to Ben and Ray. When I looked back, I saw Chris sitting on the lounger beside Derek. Derek had pushed his hat back and had his hands on his chest. Chris was wearing some skimpy bathing suit with his hair in a ponytail. He had a towel draped over his neck, the ends falling over his nipples. To complete his look, he had a bandana tied around his neck and was wearing a pair of colorful cowboy boots.

Chris was obviously flirting with Derek, and Derek was enjoying it. Chris, with his long blond hair and soft twinky body, could always get straight guys do a double take. Chris had the coy flirty gestures down pat and Derek was paying attention. After my encounters with Derek, I don’t think Chris had to try very hard.

After a bit, Karen came back and whispered something to Derek. She looked at Chris; her lips curled and she tossed her hair to the side. She slyly slid a hand across Derek’s thigh. Chris put on his shades and laid back. Karen grabbed Derek’s hand and pulled on him. He leaned toward Chris and said something. Chris just waved to him without stirring. Karen then dragged Derek away.

A few seconds later, Chris walked after them.

Ben and Ray had walked off arguing, so I walked inside to find Chris. I couldn’t find him anywhere, so I just decided to just walk around.

On the other side of the house were a group of outbuildings – a shop, a barn, and other assorted little structures. The barn looked locked so I walked around it and found a cracked door and walked inside. It looked like an empty stall or storage area. I started to leave when I heard moaning. There was a large gap between boards in the wall and I peered through it.

There was Derek, shirtless, looking like a hot porn model. His tan oily muscles bulging, his hairy chest flexing as he pounded Karen’s pussy. He was still wearing his tight jeans, his massive cock protruding from his zipper. He was fingering his hairy nips as his hips ground hard into her pussy. But he wasn’t even looking at Karen whose head was thrown Ankara bayan escort back and who was softly moaning as the thick meat stretched her snatch. He was looking up at the hay loft.

Chris was in the hay loft butt naked except for his cowboy boots and bandanna around his neck. He was leaning back against a stack of hay bales while sitting on another. His legs were on either side of the bale as his ass was exposed. He was fingering his ass with one hand as he jerked his small cock with the other. He was fingering his ass as if it were the sweetest pussy on Earth. Derek and Chris were staring directly at each other.

Derek was fucking Karen at the same tempo as Chris fingered himself. As Chris’ finger disappeared into his tight ass, Derek sank his fat cock into Karen’s pussy. Chris nodded his head as he stared at Derek who himself licked his lips, his mouth watering as he lecherously watched the twink pleasuring himself.

Somebody yelled for Karen outside the barn. I slipped deeper into the shadows, as I heard them get closer. Karen sat up and pushed Derek away, his hard cock shiny from her wet pussy. She grabbed her panties and adjusted her skirt. She hobbled to the barn door, trying to put her panties on; finally she just shoved them in her pocket and left. I looked out a crack in the wall to the outside and could see Ray waving his arms and pointing to a plume of smoke out where the grill pit was located. Then they both ran off.

I turned back to Derek who had his shirt draped around his neck, one finger hooked in his pocket as he leaned against a wooden pole. His thick hard cock still jutted out of his zipper as he watched Chris throw his swim trunks and towel down from the hay loft and quickly jump down the ladder himself.

Chris picked up his trunks and towel and balled them up in front of his boy cock. He seductively shook is hips as he approached the big alpha stud watching him. Derek was grinning with a bit of straw between his teeth.

Chris ran a hand across the hairy muscled chest and down the ripped abs, almost purring. Derek flexed his arm and Chris leaned in to lick the bulging bicep. Derek grabbed the twink’s long hair with his other hand, pulling him to him and forcing his tongue into Chris’ mouth.

“Suck my fuckin’ big cock,” Derek said, pulling his lips away and pushing Chris to the hay-strewn ground.

Derek, his hand still clutching the long hair, forced the boy’s head back and pushed the head of his cock between the eager lips. But he didn’t stop pushing until Chris gagged on the thick member. Derek pulled back a bit as Chris gasped in a breath, and then he sank his cock back down his throat. Chris gurgled as Derek sneered, sinking further down the boy’s throat. Derek was giving no mercy to Chris as he lodged his cock deep down his throat.

Tears ran down Chris’ cheeks as the massive cock stretched his throat, gagging him. Derek pushed the boy’s head against his hairy crotch trying to gain another inch down the tight throat.

“Fuckin’ throat feels like the best virgin cunt. Gawd, I want to own ya mouth pussy, boy,” Derek growled as he pulled out a bit and sank back in.

Derek began to face fuck Chris. Both of his hands were griping the long Escort bayan Ankara blond hair, forcing Chris to take all of the hard meat into his throat. Chris was giving guttural moans every time Derek bucked his hips back and forth.

I was stoking my own cock and didn’t notice as Ben snuck up beside me. My eyes went wide and I had almost jumped out of my pants as he slid next to me. He looked down at my hard cock leaking precum and looked out of the crack in the wall at Derek punishing Chris’ throat. As he watched he grabbed my cock and started milking it. He had a finger to lips, gesturing for me to keep quiet.

Ben was a hottie and the youngest in our clique. He was the shortest but the most muscular. He had short but shaggy black hair and bedroom eyes; his lips were a deep pouty pink that you either wanted to kiss or cum on. We were fuckbuddies for a long time before he and Ray began dating. He would come over to my apartment and strip down naked, wanting us to suck each other’s cocks or just fuck around. We’d always end up spooning or cuddling. He still came over if he and Ray had had a big fight.

Ben pulled out his own chubby cock and balls, pulling at the loose skin covering his cock. He glanced back at me and smiled, giving me a wink before looking back at Derek and Chris. Ben’s cock didn’t take long to stiffen up, his cock head poking out red and shiny. I spit in my hand and reached for his really thick cock as he fisted mine.

“Damn, boy, take daddy’s fat cock down that throat. Making me want to shoot cum down that throat, baby,” Derek groaned. “But nah, I want daddy cum leaking from that pussy, baby.” Derek said as he pulled out his raging cock. Chris coughed as Derek patted his tear-stained cheek.

Derek grabbed Chris by the scruff of the neck and steered him to the bales of hay he had been fucking Karen on. He bent Chris over it. Derek spread Chris’ ass cheeks and spit between them. He positioned his cockhead at the winking little hole at the center and pressed it forward.

Ben released my cock and pulled away. He pulled off his shorts and got behind me. I felt his leaking slick cock nestling in my asscrack as he leaned over me watching as Derek sank his big cock into Chris. I felt Ben’s arm encircle me as his other hand positioned his cock. I felt his cockhead stretching my own assring as I watched Chris taking Derek’s plum-sized head. Ben covered my mouth as his cock popped into my chute. Ben’s cock was so thick it was like taking a fist. Ben began to slowly fuck me as we watched Derek begin to pound Chris.

“Fuck I love this pussy. Gawd, your ass feels like some young tight cunt. Fuck, it grabs and milks my cock better than any pussy,” Derek groaned as his cock rammed in and out of Chris’ ass.

Chris was clenching his teeth and grabbing at the old blanket covering the bale of hay while Derek’s cock pounded his round ass. The hay bales rocked as the hunk relentlessly fucked the twink. Derek’s hips were slapping against the round fat ass cheeks, sweat running over his tight hips to the bubble butt making the sound even louder and more aggressive.

“Yeah, hit that boypussy harder, daddy. Fuck me like a slut! This pussy is yours, whenever you want it, daddy. Bayan escort Ankara I’ve never been fucked by such a big cock before. Fuck it like a pussy!” cried Chris, grinding his hips against Derek.

Ben was fucking me deep as precum leaked in a stream from my cock. His cock was assaulting my prostate with its thickness, forcing precum out of me. Their filth talk made Ben fuck faster into me. I knew Ben wouldn’t last long.

“You want Derek to creampie that boy pussy, bitch?” Derek growled running his hands through the boy’s long hair and over his smooth back. “You need this manseed breeding that pussy? Tell me you want daddy to nut into that tight boypussy. Fuckin’ tell me, you little slut boy.”

“Fuckin’ breed me, daddy. I’m a whore for your daddy cum. Fill my slutty boycunt,” Chris cried in a sweet femme voice.

Ben had grabbed my shoulders and started bucking his hips against me. I felt his hot load fill my ass as his hips jerked. He pushed deep into me as he spurted his load further into me. I jerked my cock as he leaned into me.

“Gonna bust a nut in that hungry pussy, baby. Take this sperm load up that slut pussy. Gonna breed that ass,” Derek cried and gave a deep moan. He shook as he unloaded into Chris. “Fuck! Take it all, fuckboy!”

I shot my own load as Chris pushed his ass back to Derek. Sweat ran drown Derek’s face and wet his hairy oily chest as he fell forward smacking against Chris’ ass for the final time. Derek pistoned his cock in and out of Chris quickly until cum foamed out of the boy’s ass as a creamy ooze.

Then the muscle hunk stepped back, his cock pulling out of Chris. Creamy cum ran down Chris’ leg. The front of Derek’s tight jeans were wet from sweat, cum, and spit; he pulled at the button on the front of his jeans, they flared open giving his hairy crotch some air. Derek looked so incredibly hot, like a Playgirl model, with his sweaty shiny body, hairy muscled chest, and exposed hairy crotch with his big cock lolling to one side. He stepped forward again in a swagger and knelt down on one knee.

Ben reached around and jerked my still hard cock, his palm running over my cum-coated head. I watched as Derek turned Chris around and started jacking his small cock. Chris moaned as Derek reached up with his other hand and began to manhandle his nipples and chest, grabbing and kneading them in his fist.

“Spurt that boypussy juice on daddy, baby. Daddy likes these sweet boy titties. Give it to daddy. Show muscle daddy some love for giving you his seed,” Derek urged.

Chris was thrusting his cock into Derek’s hand. Precum dangled from the small cock as Chris began to breathe harder.

“Yeah, give me that juice, baby. Give it to daddy, you little slut boy. Show daddy you’re a slut and spurt that boy cum on him.” Derek pinched the boy nipples hard and Chris’ balls tightened.

Derek stuck out his tongue as Chris’ jizz sprayed out, catching some drops on the tip. Cum hit Derek’s face and chest, with one big gob landing in his hairy crotch, as Chris gasped and his body shook.

I grabbed at Ben as another volley of cum shot out of my cock.

Derek stood up, licking his lips. He grabbed Chris and sat him on the bale of hay. Chris leaned in and licked at the droplets of white semen in Derek’s chest hair as the barn door opened.

“What the fuck!” Karen screamed. “What the fucking hell is going on?”

Derek just stood there and laughed as he scratched at his hairy exposed crotch.

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Miss White and Monika agreed that it was time for another brandy, but sadly found that the bar had closed. Miss White saw the opening and took it. “I have a lovely bottle in our room,” she said. “Perhaps you’d like to join us for a nightcap?”

A broad and slightly devilish grin spread across Monika’s face. “That would be delightful.”

On the way out Monika’s stopped at the coat check and got her fur. Seeing it, Miss White remembered her fantasy of the night before and felt her panties begin to moisten.

As they walked Jodie huddled against Miss White for warmth; it was a bit chilly out for those not wearing fur. Miss White wrapped an arm around her and held her close, breathing deeply the heady scent of shampoo, perfume, and girl sweat.

When they got back to the room it was all Miss White could do not to drop to her knees and beg Monika to let her under the coat. But that would have been undignified, and in any case Monika almost immediately took the coat off and laid it carefully over a chair; the thermostat in the hotel room was set quite high, and suddenly they were all sweltering.

Miss White fixed each of them a tall glass of cold water and a snifter of cognac. Now that the three of them were alone together, the simmering sexual tension that had slowly been building was palpable, almost unbearable. Everything that had happened up to this point had combined to drive Alexis White’s formidable sex drive to a fever pitch. She knew that they were going to fuck; it was just a question of when and how. But she didn’t want to be in a hurry. It had been a special day, and she wanted it to continue being special until it was over.

For a few minutes the three of them sat and talked, but for the first time that day, Miss White found herself having a hard time making conversation. Looking deeply into Monika’s Ankara escort eyes, she could tell that Monika was every bit as turned on by this situation as she was, but was too cool to rush anything. And Alexis White wasn’t going to be out-cooled by anybody. She gritted her teeth and smiled as Jodie chattered nervously; Jodie knew what was about to happen, wanted it to happen, but wouldn’t make a move until one of older women did.

Finally Miss White said, “Jodie dear, why don’t you go and get cleaned up? When sweat is fresh it smells nice, but you’re beginning to get a bit ripe. I wouldn’t want to offend our guest.”

Monika was far from offended, but she kept her mouth shut, letting Miss White run the show. Jodie obediently left for the bathroom and when Miss White heard the shower going, she looked Monika square in the eye.

“I’m going to tell you something I’ve never told anyone else,” said Miss White.

Monika raised an eyebrow. “I’m honored. Do tell.”

Miss White sighed and took a long sip of cognac. “I think I’m in love with that girl. It feels weird to say it. And it creates problems. But here we are.”

“She’s a lovely girl,” said Monika. “Really and truly. And I can tell she’s crazy about you.”

“Well, the thing is… for me, love doesn’t have to be exclusive. When love is shared it expands. Does that make sense?” Monika nodded. “Monika, I’d like to share our love with you for tonight. Would you like that?”

“Alexis, please. I know that you know that if I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here right now.”

“Alright then,” said Miss White, standing. “Please make yourself at home. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

* * *

When Miss White returned she was holding one end of a leash in her hand. At the other end followed Jodie, crawling on hands and knees, wearing only a black lace Ankara escort bayan teddy — and of course her collar. Miss White led Jodie over to where Monika was sitting, handed Monika the leash, and sat down to watch.

Nodding graciously at Miss White, Monika pulled Jodie close, raised her up onto her knees, and kissed her. It was a sweet, searching, soulful kiss that went on for a while. When it was over Jodie was a little breathless, visibly trembling. Miss White thought that she’d never looked as beautiful as she did in that moment. She seemed to be maturing before Miss White’s eyes, becoming a different person from day to day.

Monika unclipped the leash from Jodie’s collar and let it drop to the floor; it was no longer needed. She also took off Jodie’s glasses, folded them carefully, and set them down next to her snifter. Now Monika helped Jodie crawl up onto her lap and they kissed some more as Monika’s hands explored Jodie’s body, squeezing her tits, kneading her butt, probing the soft flesh of her inner thighs.

Two of Monika’s fingers now found their way under the crotch of Jodie’s teddy and slid inside her; she wriggled and moaned into Monika’s mouth. Breaking the kiss, Monika brought the fingers to her mouth and licked them clean. Sighing at the rich, savory taste of Jodie’s creamy nectar, Monika looked over at Miss White and said simply, “My God.”

Monika reached for her snifter and, finding it empty, said, “Jodie darling, would you mind?” Jodie took the snifter and went to refill it; Monika took this opportunity to pull her dress off and lay it down on top of her coat. Her black lace bra and panties were very similar to Jodie’s teddy — in fact they had come from the same boutique, right there in the hotel. Monika’s physique was slim, sleek and taut; Miss White guessed that she did a lot of yoga Escort Ankara and/or pilates.

When Jodie returned with the snifter, Monika took a long pull and sat it down. Then she pulled down the top of Jodie’s teddy, took a moment to admire the tight, perfect young breasts, and began to suckle on them. As she did so her hands were working: pulling the teddy the rest of the way down, and letting it fall to the floor; squeezing Jodie’s ass cheeks; then sliding between Jodie’s legs from behind and up into her sticky folds.

Jodie’s knees began to buckle as Monika finger-fucked her, and Monika eased her down into a kneeling position. Now Monika reached behind her to unclasp her bra, pulled it off, and tossed it aside. She had a thin woman’s handful-sized breasts, but with incongruously large nipples. They looked very tasty to Jodie, who licked her lips as Monika reached out and pulled Jodie’s head to her chest.

Jodie was in her element now. Feeling Miss White’s eyes on her from behind, she sucked Monika’s nipples, licked her tits, and began to move down her chest. When she took hold of the waistband of Monika’s panties, Monika lifted her hips and Jodie slid the panties down and off.

Monika’s pubic hair was a perfectly trimmed black triangle with just the merest hint of gray. As Jodie leaned in to kiss it Monika reflexively opened her legs and draped them over Jodie’s shoulders. Jodie was enveloped in a potent cloud of musky female odor; suddenly she felt a bit lightheaded, but also deeply aroused and excited. She licked her lips while penetrating Monika with a thumb. Jodie felt the muscles clench around her digit, and Monika let out a painfully sexy little “Unh” sound.

Jodie looked back over her shoulder at Miss White; for some reason it felt like time to check in. Miss White favored her with a wink and a nod, and Jodie found herself flashing back to when Miss White had first given her pussy-eating lessons. She had come a long way since then, and was eager to show her mistress how much she had learned. She turned her attention back to Monika.

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I dropped backwards onto the bed completely drained out and breathing hard. I stared at the ceiling for what must have been five minutes until I knew I had to speak.

“Mom.” There was only silence. I sat up.

She was still in the room. “Are you better now honey?” She smiled lightly.

“Fuck yea, I am.” I noticed then the glistening substance still surrounding her face.

“Watch your language.” She let out a little laugh at that comment. “I’m glad you’re better. There’s nothing your Mom can’t solve.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Now it’s time we should go to bed honey.” She came near me. “Kiss your mother goodnight.”

I went to meet her and at this point I wasn’t even hesitating to go for her mouth. I thought that would be okay now but she presented me with her left cheek. Her cheek was shining with the substance.

I could be kissing her saliva or my semen or most likely a combination of the two that still remained on her face as proof that I wasn’t dreaming. I didn’t hesitate, I’ll admit that it was very hot knowing she wanted me to kiss it.

Mom turned around and walked away but before she was out the door she lifted her shirt to wipe her mouth letting me see her precious naked body from behind.

At almost 50 she still had a nymph’s body in some respects. Her silky white ass could belong to a much younger woman but with that extra, age gives you something extra. Something inexplicable that distinguishes a young woman from a mature one. Mom was surely mature.

I was falling asleep that night when I began to wonder if Mom didn’t need some help as well. I was too selfish and didn’t even think about her own desires. I hoped that she had desires. She had walked out the room without showing signs that she needed more than what she got.

She left my room like everything had returned to normal and I couldn’t tell how far she had fallen in depravity or if she had at all. Was she was affected, wet, horny?

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The next morning I woke up happy and determined to test the waters.

Mom was eating breakfast and I joined her. I tried subtly to bring about my desired conversation but she wouldn’t give in. The rest of the Sunday proved similar. The highlight being grocery shopping together.

Mom in small gestures began touching me more than normal. A hug before we got in the car, the way she held my arm as we walked around the store. Her bending over to grab items from the shelves. The spandex fabric of her pants remarking her slender shapely figure. She even slapped my butt and giggled a couple of times.

Late that evening I found her watching TV in the living room. Sensing an opportunity I sat at the other end of the couch. Luckily she started it after she saw the bulge I was displaying for her.

She found it funny as she asked. “So, are you going to be okay now?”

I knew what she meant but why wouldn’t I have fun as well? “Okay with what?”

“You know what I mean.” Her eyes signaled at my shorts.

“I think you’ll need to be more Ankara bayan escort specific.”

“Ha ha.” She said sarcastically. “In that case.” She folded her arms and turned her head away.

I laughed at that and got us back on track. “I don’t know to be honest.”

“You have to know. That was the point of it.”

“I know but… a week is a long time.”

After a thoughtful pause she answered. “I was thinking the same… Have you tried again? On your own?”

“I haven’t tried.”

She averted her eyes from my direction. “You should.”

“Okay.” After a few minutes I gathered the courage. I kept my eyes on her and slid my hand into my shorts. She noticed me but kept quiet for a couple of minutes.

“John… I didn’t mean right here.”

“Oh.” I stopped but my penis was already pointing upwards.

She looked at my tent and asked. “Well, was it working?”

“I don’t know. I think it was.”

She rolled her eyes and pretended annoyance at the situation. “Then just continue.”

My hand remained in place so I continued. Mom was sure pretty. I looked down and saw her naked feet resting on the couch. This reminded me of the first time Aunt Penny had approached me.

My dick was very hard in no time and I needed to pull it out. Mom would glance at it every once in a while. She tucked her feet and my eyes followed, so she moved them back close to me.

I jerked myself faster and said. “I’m sorry Mom, I don’t think this is going to work. It’s the same as it was before, I don’t think I’ll come using just my hand.” I stopped the jerking and rested my head backwards closing my eyes.

This had been my move, I only hoped that she would make her move. Then it came.

“I’ll help again.” I felt her touch. “It’s all for the better.”

“Thank you.” I didn’t move my head just kept it where it was with my eyes closed until I noticed her flesh on mine. That wasn’t her hand. I looked and saw my dick being caressed by the underside of her right foot.

I touched her other foot with my hand and moved it close so it could join in. I moved my leg onto the couch so I could get more comfortable. Her two feet played with my dick and suddenly my foot sneaked into the game as well.

It took a couple of minutes for me to get my foot in position. I pretended not to notice by not looking at her, but my foot found its way under her legs before rising up in between them. Then a small stretch and there it was, I had my foot against her crotch.

Just like she had, the underside of my foot caressed her private area. She liked this but had a different plan to attack.

Her hand slowly came down to her stomach and once it entered her leggings I moved my foot off. She started touching herself. I pushed her feet together lightly and helped her make the up and down motion against my shaft while I watched her hand moving inside her leggings.

As I increased the speed of her feet she increased the speed of her hand.

After a while I stood up. She stopped surprised by my motion. I grabbed her feet and moved them over so that I stood in front of her. With her Escort bayan Ankara feet on the air and while standing I placed her feet on my dick again. I had better control this way for pushing my dick in and out between her feet. She continued masturbating.

I liked feet now, apparently. Caressing her calves, the curve of her feet. Her static eyes staring at my hard working member. Full mental and physical experience with a simple footjob.

She increased her speed following my example and then I had to ask.

“Maybe you can help me and I can help you?”

She didn’t look at me but stopped her hand and nodded. Then I moved to the couch. It was awkward finding the best position. Without a word we moved around until I understood the only way required her to remove her leggings.

“I’m not sure about this John.” She said when she realized the same.

“We don’t have to Mom but I do think it’s for the best.”

She slightly nodded and I grab the waist of her legging and started pulling them off. She moved backwards landing on her back so that she could raise her legs up allowing me to pull then away.

Once they were off she had a nice idea. “Wait, I know what to do to make this possible.”

“What do you mean possible?” It was already happening no matter what.

“I mean, you’re my son and I’m your mother. We can solve that with some help just wait here.” She said as if those facts changed anything. She stood up from the couch and I watched her walk away in what I now saw was a white thong.

I didn’t need any help but I also didn’t mind her idea. She came back with two black eye-masks for sleeping. She handed me one with a smile and sat down next to me. We covered our eyes and faced each other sitting on the couch.

“Now we can pretend we’re someone else.” She said.

“Okay.” I thought about it for a second but I didn’t feel the need to pretend anything. I reached out and felt her legs. They were open and stretched in a sitting position. I unfolded my legs in the same way and now our legs overlapped. We scooted over closer, both with legs wide open. Then my right hand walked over her leg until it found the fabric of the thong. It was very thin fabric and I had no difficulty moving it aside. Then my fingers moved over her already wet pussy lips.

She had not moved yet. With my left hand I went searching for her hand. I found it still by her hips. I started guiding it toward me changed direction towards her own private parts. With just my hands I confirmed that she touched herself, wetting her hand. The noise from her breathing now increasing. She was very wet.

Now with a wet hand, I guided her by the wrist towards my erect member. Her skinny fingers wrapping up as much as they could around it. I could feel with my dick that wetness of her hand. Her breathing was now easy to hear.

I played her outer pussy as she slowly jerked me, her juices were like lube except for the scent, the smell of sex. Then I stuck a finger inside her and she let out a very sexy calm moan. Soon enough I had two fingers inside her and at a slow pace I fingered her and she Bayan escort Ankara jerked me.

She was clearly following my lead. Occasionally I increased my fingering speed and she jerked me faster too. There wasn’t too much to her jerking technique but the fact that she couldn’t contain her moaning when the speed increased was all I needed.

I could feel how my two fingers went a long way. She was tight. I only had Aunt Penny to compare but Aunt Penny’s vagina felt, well, wider. My mind was racing, I wanted to take this farther, I had to take this farther.

But her second hand joined and it stopped me. Her handjob got better. One hand took my bottom shaft and some ball massaging while her other hand got the upper half and stimulated my head. I moved closer to her, pulled out my fingers and went searching for her head. I couldn’t see anything so first I used my left hand to locate her face. Once located I was able to move my two fucking fingers up to her mouth.

Two things took this up to the next level. The sensation of her mouth immediately sucking on my fingers, and the sound. Her muffled moan as she took them in. More importantly though was the fact that my left finger in its mission to locate her face had made another discovery. I had felt the side of her face and lightly touched her right eye.

She wasn’t blindfolded. She was watching all this while I could not. She had tricked me and I liked this trick. I felt the rush of exhilaration through my body at this discovery. She was watching me fingering, she was watching her hands jerking up my cock.

I rose to my knees then dropped my fingers from her mouth down over her body. Feeling her firm small boobs, her flat stomach, down till I found her pussy again. I stuck them in and prepared for work.

I leaned forward so I could get a better hold of her and steadily increased my speed. I pushed against her, up, making her moan. Then her body gave in and she had to stop jerking me. Her body stretched back, I stood up leaning over her body, and the fingering got harder.

I felt the couch shake under me. She was moving a lot and it was a bit difficult to keep up my fingering. Her moans got louder but there was not attempt to stop me.

With my left hand, which had been planted on one breast, I moved my eye mask slightly upwards so I watch a bit of this woman’s bod. I had to look down but it worked. I could see my hand pushing hard into her pussy.

And just like that, she came. Her moan died as if all the air in her lungs had exited. Then her hips rose for two seconds and then started to quiver up and down. My fingers stopped inside of her and I felt the juices increase.

When she finished her long orgasm I saw her hands grab my wrist. She pulled my hand out and then proceeded to press both hands, one at a time against her labia as if wiping her pussy using her hands instead of a tissue or towel. She pushed some fingers into her as well.

I was shaken from seeing Mom cum. I didn’t make a move. Then with both sparkly wet hands she grabbed my cock again. She pulled me closer to her. Her legs opened wide and her hands jerked me hard with her juices shining. I stared at both these images, her pussy just right in front of me when I let go of my sperm.

I came and she pointed my cock towards her. My sperm falling around her vagina, on her stomach, and on the couch too.

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The next day, I awoke just before noon with a raging hard on. So hard, I could barely pee. It just wouldn’t go down. Even after I jerked off in the shower. I didn’t want to be in the kitchen with Mom and have my man-bone tenting my pants. Might as well go naked.

“Yeah,” I thought. “Just saunter on in to the kitchen, naked as the day I was born and give Mom a big sloppy kiss. Just act like nothing was amiss.” Yeah, that would go over like a fart in church, wouldn’t it?

I was standing at the bathroom sink, brushing my teeth, wondering what in the hell I was going to do about my condition. Right then, I didn’t rightly know. One thing was for certain. I wasn’t about to cut that cunt slasher off.

Just then the door opened and Mom came in. I stopped brushing and stared, open-mouthed, as she closed the door behind her.

“You weren’t in your room,” she began, “when I went to check on you. I figured you’d be in here.”

“Mom! I’m naked.”

Mom smiled at me. “I know, baby. But we need to talk. I need to explain something to you.”

I looked at her, my toothbrush still in my hand and my mouth full of toothpaste. “You don’t have to,” I told her. “I understand.”

“I don’t think you do. Not about us and what happened last night.”

I spit the toothpaste into the sink. “But, Mom……”

She put a finger to my lips. “Shhhh.”

“I’ve never been unfaithful to your father,” she began. “Not once. He’s not the only man I’ve ever had, but he’s been the only one for me since the day we first met.

“So, you see, baby. It’s difficult for me to even think about another man crawling between my legs.”

“But you let me fuck your titties,” I told her. “And you and Auntie Em……”

“Your father knew about your Aunt Emma. Told him about us soon after we began to get serious about each other. He never objected. Not once. In fact, he loved to watch us.”

Mom smiled wistfully. “Sometimes he even joined us.”

I filled a cup with water, rinsed my mouth and spit into the sink. “Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy last night.”

“I did, baby, in a lot of ways. But I was out of my head with grief. I just didn’t have the energy to say no. And then…,”

She paused for a brief moment and looked down at the floor, took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “And then, all of a sudden, I realized I was enjoying it. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t help myself.”

I held Mom in my arms and kissed her forehead. “That’s okay Mom. I understand and I promise not to bother you anymore.”

Mom reached down and circled my rampant, raging hard on with her thumb and fingers, pumped it a couple of times and then stopped.

Her hand left my cock and journeyed up to my chest. She teased my nipples. Even sucked on them for a few moments.

“But I want you to touch me. Just like I’m touching you now. Somehow, you managed to light a fire in me last night. And it’s still smoldering.”

I brought my hand up to her breast and held it there, still afraid she would reject me. When she didn’t respond one way or the other, I began to fondle it.

“What do you want me to do?” I asked. “What limits have you set for me?”

“You can do most anything you want to do, baby. Just no intercourse. Not yet, anyway.”

I hugged her even closer and planted a big sloppy kiss on her lips. I continued to caress her breast. “Oh, Mom,” I moaned. “I do love you.”

“Don’t give up hope, baby. I just need some time to grieve, that’s all.” Her hand circled my cock once again as she went to her knees in front of me.

“In the meantime……” she said just before she slid her beautiful and sensuous red lips over the head of my cock. A long, drawn out groan, thick with surprise and desire, erupted from somewhere deep inside of me and tumbled out of my mouth.

I wanted something like this to happen, yet I was concerned about how it would affect my mother. Was she doing this because the loss of her husband had left her alone and without comfort? Or was she doing it out of concern for me and my needs? I didn’t know for sure, but I felt obligated to find out.

“Oh, Mom,” I said as I pushed her hair out of her face. I held her head in my grip. I could keep her from sliding her lips up and down my fuck stick, but I was unable to keep her tongue still. It continued to swirl around the head of my cock, making me shudder uncontrollably. Damned if she weren’t just about as talented as her sister; my Auntie Em!

“Are you sure you really want to do this?” I asked, my voice filled with passion and desire.

Mom looked up at me as she slowly licked her way around the tip of my magic wand and smiled devilishly. She grabbed my hips and rather forcefully pulled me forward.

My helmeted soldier skidded across the length of her tongue, past her tonsils and into her throat. Then she began to hum. Don’t know if she was humming a tune or not. What I do know is that the vibrations against my cock head was driving me crazy. Fit me with a straight jacket and lock me up Ankara escort in a room with rubber walls, folks. I’ve gone completely insane!

I released my grip on Mom’s head and gave her free rein. She began bobbing her head back and forth along my shaft. My piss pipe slipped out of her throat and slid backwards until the crown was pressing against her lip-covered teeth. A split second later and I was once more stuffing her throat with my love rocket.

I never did get a verbal answer from Mom, but judging by the way she was deep-throating me, I couldn’t say she wasn’t doing this willingly.

The erotic thrill of being on the receiving end of one of Mom’s blowjobs was about to send me over the edge. My knees were weak and my legs felt like rubber. I was on the verge of collapse.

I was developing tunnel vision, completely unaware of my surroundings. We could have been doing this on the pitcher’s mound at Dodger Stadium in front of a sellout crowd and I wouldn’t have cared one damn bit. All I could see; all I cared about at that moment was Mom’s face moving along the shaft of my prick, jamming her nose against my pelvis, pulling back and beginning the journey all over again.

You could have cut my legs off at the knees and I wouldn’t have known it. The pleasure I was receiving was that great. I was too busy watching my blue-veiner slipping in and out of Mom’s mouth to give a damn about anything except coating her tonsils with my man juice.

I was getting close. My cock was harder than it had ever been in my life. Mom picked up speed until her head was almost a blur, moving along my shaft at breakneck speed.

She reached up and began fondling my balls, tickling my nut sack with her fingernails. That light, feathery touch of hers was what did it. My already super sensitive gonads were going wild, twisting and turning, urging my spunk up my urethra and out of my cock. Splattered the inside of her mouth with my protein filled offering, I did. I grunted loudly with each eruption.

I didn’t think I was ever going to stop my sperm laden cocktail from firing its love bullets down Mom’s throat. Three quick spurts. Three loud grunts. “Unnnh, unnnh, unnnh.” Two more made it five. I fired off three more times before it was all over.

Eight times my cock had spit its salty tasting love juices into Mom’s mouth. And, like a pro, she swallowed it all!

Mom continued licking my cock until I had finished dribbling. Then she got to her feet. I kissed her hard. I kissed her deep, searching for a taste of myself. Mom returned my kisses with an ardent fervor that was unparalled in the annals of the whole human race. She breathed deeply through her nose, refusing to lift her mouth from mine. I reluctantly pulled back, breaking that lust filled vacuum.

I could tell Mom was a bit disappointed. She looked at me with questioning eyes. I kissed her lightly on the tip of her nose. “If we keep this up,” I gasped, “we won’t get anything accomplished today.”

“I know,” she said. “Me and your Aunt Emma have a full schedule on our plates today. Got to go into town and make arrangements for your father’s funeral.”

Mom’s eyes misted over and for a brief moment, I could tell she was in a different world; a place where I would never be invited.

Mom blinked and shook her head. “Now if you’re finished……” She gave me a playful shove. “Get outta here. I’ve got to get myself ready.”

“Can I scrub your back while you’re in the shower?”

Mom shoved me again. “You never get enough, do you, baby?”

My face became one big smile. I was grinning from ear to ear. “Not with Auntie Em,” I said. “And certainly not with you.”

I pinched her lightly on the hip. She responded by pointing toward the door. “Go,” she said firmly. Tried to act like I’d pissed her off, but I knew better.

An hour or so later, I kissed Mom and Auntie Em goodbye. Told them I didn’t have any plans for today. “Maybe I’ll watch some movies ’til you get back,” I said. Might look at some porn on the internet, too.”

Mom and Auntie Em laughed quickly. “You’re horny enough as it is,” Auntie Em told me. “You get any hornier, you’ll kill me.”

“Bet you’d die with a smile on your face.”

“Might at that,” she said. She turned to Mom. “You ready?”

“Let’s go,” Mom said.

On the way out the door Mom stopped, turned around and said, “Be good, baby. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” She winked and then blew me a kiss.

Auntie Em laughed. “Unless Linda comes over.”

“Knowing her,” Mom said, “ten minutes after we leave, his pants will be down past his knees and she’ll have his cock in her mouth.”

“Let’s hope so,” I called out after them as they stepped off the porch and headed for the Camry.

I was hoping Mrs. Medford would come over for a visit. My semi-flaccid cock was aching for some more relief.

I went back to the sofa, sat down, turned on the TV and tuned it to the TV Guide section, hoping to find out if True Lies would be playing at some later Ankara escort bayan date. Didn’t really give that much of a damn about the movie in general. It was Jamie Lee Curtis I wanted to see.

Not finding it listed anytime in the near future, I tuned the TV to the game show channel. An old episode of Match Game 77 was showing. I watched that episode and two more. Evidently, there was a Match Game marathon going on. About fifteen minutes into the fourth one Linda came through the door.

I couldn’t keep myself from staring. She always had that kind of effect on me. I would never admit it to anyone, but she turned me on more than Mom or Auntie Em.

Ever since I’d first laid eyes on that little stretch of bright, beautiful red hair perched above her sexy, velvety love hole, I’d been in lust. Many of my dreams as of late were centered on tall, statuesque women with long flowing red hair and an acre of matching, well trimmed pubic hair. This woman had put the mojo on me. Big time!

Not that I’d ever leave Auntie Em or Mom. Nothing like that at all. Let’s just say she cranked my tractor and I was very happy and oh, so grateful that I had Auntie Em’s permission to bang this beautiful goddess any time I had the opportunity. There was an explicit understanding between the three of us. We were determined to stay faithful to each other. Linda Medford was simply the one exception to the rule.

“Well,” Mrs. Medford said with an exaggerated smile. “What are you doing here all alone? You being punished or something?”

“No,” I replied. “Mom went into town to finalize the funeral arrangements. Auntie Em is tagging along for support.”

As soon as Linda entered the living room, my eyes stayed focused on her beautiful form. I kept on staring even after she was seated on the sofa next to me.

Mrs. Medford put her hand on my leg just inches below my now raging stick of hard as steel man meat. “Getting an eye full, are we?”

God, was I. Since the last time I’d seen her, Linda had changed the color of her hair. It was now just as red – or maybe just a bit redder than what I remember her pubes to be.

She wore a thin, low cut blouse that showed enough cleavage for me to determine she wasn’t wearing a bra. Another good indicator was her nipples. They were already trying to poke a hole through the material. Made me wonder right away if she was or wasn’t wearing any panties.

“Your hair,” I gushed. “You changed the color. Looks great.”

Linda pushed an errant strand of hair away from her eye, cupped her breasts and squeezed those hard pointed nips between her thumbs and forefingers. She gave me an absolutely evil looking smile. “You sure it’s not these little bumps on my chest and not my hair?”

I about swallowed my tongue! Suddenly out of breath, I opened my mouth wide and took in a big gulp of air. Whether I wanted to be or not, I was under her spell.

“Your husband,” I croaked. “Mr. Medford. What about him?” I was afraid that George would come busting through the door with a shotgun in his hand and bloody vengeance in his eyes and on his mind.

Linda patted my cunt rammer a couple of times. “George is gone for two whole months,” she said almost gleefully. “He left early this morning on a business trip to the Far East.”

I breathed a little easier, lifted my hand to her breast and squeezed her nipple. Not enough to hurt her, mind you. Just enough to keep it excited. That’s all.

Linda flexed her hand over my cock and leaned in for a kiss. Our tongues met before our lips did. We swapped a huge amount of spit as our tongues did battle; first in my mouth and then in hers.

Mrs. Medford pulled away, leaned back into the sofa and stretched. My eyes, opened wide like saucers, were back on her boobs, just waiting for them fat nipples of hers to tear right on through her blouse. Hell, I was about to cut a hole of my own: right through my jeans!

When Linda moved, I moved with her, straddled her legs and began unbuttoning her blouse. When those beautiful gifts of nature made their appearance, I nearly went wild with lust.

I grabbed her breasts and pushed them together until her nipples were all but touching, closed my mouth around them both and began nursing. It didn’t take long before Mrs. Medford was gasping like her windpipe had been sealed shut, denying her that precious gift of life we all called air.

“Fuck,” she said. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!”

Linda moaned disappointedly when I released her massive mams and moved back until I was standing just inches away from her nylon covered legs.

I hurriedly shucked my clothes and stood in front of Mrs. Medford, naked as the day I was born, my cock throbbing with desire. I went to my knees as I was reaching for the hem of Linda’s skirt. I popped the side button from its eye and slid the zipper all the way down. Linda lifted her hips while I pulled her skirt past her thighs and over her knees.

Her flesh colored nylons were held up by a silky black garter belt with bright Escort Ankara red trim. Damn! Woo hoo! I was in sexual heaven!

I was about eleven years old when I got my first look at a porn magazine. I can remember it as if it were ten minutes ago. The first photo I saw when I opened it was of a woman in a black bra and matching granny style panties standing with her legs spread and her hands on her hips. The only other bits of clothing she had on was a wispy, frilly lace covered red garter belt that was holding up a shiny pair of flesh colored nylons. And a pair of red stiletto heels.

Her skirt dropped to the floor in a heap. She lifted her feet. I pulled it the skirt the rest of the way off, tossed it behind me and took off her shoes. I lifted her nylon clad feet and rubbed them all over my face, inhaling her titillating scent.

“You have a foot fetish, do you?” Mrs. Medford said as I began to suck her toes through her nylons.

I nodded. “Nylons, too,” I said as I moved from her left foot to her right.

One at a time I licked the bottoms of her feet from her heels to her toes. Then I licked the underside of her toes before I returned to the heels and started all over again.

My tongue made the rounds from one foot to the other, from one toe to the other, giving each inch of those sexy appendages of hers my undivided attention. I licked the bottoms of her feet, her toes, the tops and around her ankles.

“I love the way you worship my feet,” Linda moaned.

I looked up at her. Her face was flushed with desire. Her eyes were alive with lust. Her legs were spread wide. She was wearing a pair of bright red granny style panties. At least I thought they were.

“Stand up,” I told her.

When she stood, I saw right quick that my suspicions about what kind of panties Linda was wearing was totally correct.

“Turn around,” I told her. When she did, I wrapped my arms around her knees and buried my face between her thighs. I lapped at her legs at the very area where her nylons ended and her trembling flesh began. Did that to both legs, then slid my hands under the leg band of those Vanity Fair panties, spread her ass cheeks and licked at her asshole through her panties.

I kneaded her cheeks with all the passion an eighteen year old boy could muster, spread my fingers and pulled her hunkers wide.

I placed my forefingers on the portal to her rectum and massaged her asshole until her sphincter muscle had relaxed enough for me to insert both fingers with only the tiniest amount of resistance.

Linda squirmed and wiggled for an indeterminate amount of time.

“Mmmmmmm,” she moaned, her voice low and long, full of gravel and husky with desire. She hunched her ass at my face.

My nose was buried deep between those twin cheeks. I inhaled deeply. A whisper of roses wafted up my nose. I reached for the waist band of those gorgeous looking red panties and in one fell swoop they were at her feet. A half second later they were on the floor next to her skirt.

When she turned around, I fell face first into her crotch and, like a man possessed; I began lapping at the portals to her glory. She spread her legs to give me easier access to her nether region. I pushed the upper folds of her labia up into her mound and began to torture her clit with the tip of my tongue. Her womanly scent combined with a hint of roses to set my lusty soul on fire.

At that moment I realized that something was different about Mrs. Medford. I pulled my head back and stared intently at her mound. And that’s when it hit me. Like Mom and Auntie Em she now had a full, well trimmed bush.

“Your hair,” I said. “What happened to your landing strip?”

Linda laughed, a throaty little chuckle that oozed more sex than a hundred of those immature high school bitches I used to fuck could collectively muster if they were given a week to practice.

She sat back down on the sofa, her hips resting on the edge, her legs spread wide. She ran her fingers through her beautiful mound of bright red hair, tickled her clit and shuddered.

“It got ate up by the forest,” she said.

“I’ll say,” I gulped.

Linda spread her pussy lips wide. “I’m afraid my poor widdle kitty got lost in this great big ole forest. Can you help me find it?”

“Gladly,” I said as I dove back between her legs.

Linda leaned back, her hands still holding her lips wide. I aimed my tongue at that deep velvety cavern of joy and plunged in as far as possible. I pushed hard, trying to shove that oral digit of mine even deeper.

I fucked Mrs. Medford with my tongue until my neck developed a cramp. I pulled back, twisted my neck around until I heard it pop and once again I began lapping at the gateway to her sex.

I quickly turned my attention to her little love button, licking all around it without making a whole lot of contact. Once again, I shoved the upper folds of her labia up into her mound until her wet little bud of delight was open and vulnerable to my oral attack.

The moment I touched her clit with the tip of my tongue, Linda’s body shook violently for perhaps a second or two and then she lay still. This woman must have been super horny to have an orgasmic seizure of that magnitude so quickly.

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This is my first attempt at writing in the first person. Firstly I thought that as there are a number of characters in the story, it would simplify who was being described.

Secondly I thought it might lend a slightly more intense air to it.

It is most certainly NOT autobiographical!

IMPORTANT — AS WITH SOME OF MY OTHER STORIES THIS IS AN INTRODUCTORY CHAPTER THAT MAINLY SETS THE SCENE — PLEASE BEAR THIS IN MIND IF VOTING OR COMMENTING.

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My name is James. I was twenty-two years old at the time and had just completed my second year at college. I had agreed to visit my Aunt Anne for a couple of weeks (but I managed to spin it out to three for reasons that will soon be apparent!) She was my dad’s forty-two year-old sister and had recently moved house. I had agreed to do some odd jobs around the place for her. She always tended to spoil me a bit and I enjoyed her company; she is chatty and has a good sense of humour.

She was always fairly tactile with me, but in a maternal sort of way rather than a sexual one. In fact I had never considered my aunt in a sexual way at all until that summer. She was attractive enough — tallish and quite slim, (a UK dress size 14 as I discovered when secretly inspecting her clothes on the clothes maiden) with a well-toned body and strong-looking legs that no doubt came from her membership of the local riding school.

However, she usually wore clothes that were unflattering and often showed little fashion sense. Some of her clothes were not just unfashionable, they were a positive turn-off. For example she had some dresses and tops with big brash floral designs. Also, whilst I don’t have a fetish about big breasts, I always preferred at least a reasonably sized pair. Aunt Anne was not very well favoured in that department. I reckoned that they must only be A-cup in size.

The way she dressed made it worse. She tended to wear tops or dresses that hung quite loosely, no doubt to avoid drawing attention to her flattish chest, but the loose cut tended to make her seem more shapeless rather than less.

My latest girlfriend had finished with me a few months earlier. I’d had a number of girlfriends, some more serious than others. But to be honest I had always had a thing for older women. It probably arose from my attending an all boys’ school. My first awakening was to women rather than girls my own age. But as I say, until that summer I had never thought of Aunt Anne in a sexual way at all.

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We got on well for the first few days of my stay, but on the fourth evening disaster struck. Aunt Anne had gone up to bed early and I had stayed in the lounge. I made sure that I waited a good twenty minutes or so. Then as quietly as I could I rolled one of the armchairs closer to the television, plugged in my headphones and loaded one of my porn DVDs into the player.

I decided to build up slowly to my favourite scene in a “milf” DVD, so to begin with I watched a chapter from a student-life porn movie. The scene I chose featured a pert-breasted female student giving her boyfriend oral sex when her busty housemate walked in on them and asked if she could join in. I rubbed myself through my trousers as I watched.

After watching that scene I changed to my favourite DVD. I always chuckled when the opening disclaimer stated that all who featured in it were at least eighteen years old at the time of filming. All the women were in fact at least, and very evidently, easily twice that age!

I watched part of the first chapter then skipped to my most watched one. It had fewer exaggerated moans and groans than the others. This was part of the reason I preferred it. The other was that she was naturally busty, with slightly sagging breasts that showed no surgical scars. I should say that I’ve nothing against enhanced boobs, it’s just that I prefer the way natural ones move. I imagine that enhanced ones feel less natural to the touch, as well. I wouldn’t know.

Anyway — then it happened. My headphones had blocked out all other sound. Aunt Anne had come downstairs for a drink of water but came into the lounge to check on me (after all, it was gone midnight). My hand was inside my trousers and, although I was not too far gone, I could not both withdraw it and kill the power to the television quickly enough. I whipped off the headphones and switched the television off, but my aunt — my dad’s sister! — had already seen what was on the screen — and my self-pleasuring hand down inside my trousers.

I wished the ground could open up and swallow me. I blushed bright red and hung my head in shame, but not before I saw her look at the DVD cases on the floor beside my chair. She shook her head in disbelief.

“Bloody hell, James! Bloody hell! I… I’m surprised at you! Bloody hell!” was all she said.

I started to blurt out an apology and an attempted, stammered excuse, but she had already headed out of the door to go back upstairs. I glanced at her long, ivory, satin nightdress. Ankara bayan escort It swished enticingly against the backs of her thighs and hung deliciously over her shapely backside as she left the room.

Suddenly I had noticed her. I had sexually NOTICED her.

She made no mention of it the next day. I almost wished that she would, to give me chance to clear the air, but I lacked the courage to raise the matter myself and felt that if she did not raise it, it was better left alone.

After that I contented myself with watching my porn on my laptop in my room after she had retired for the night.

Then the thoughts started.

I wished they hadn’t, but they had, and it was hard to stop them. And I found that I didn’t really want to. I began to think of Aunt Anne in her sexy nightdress, and the fleeting glimpse of her ample, shapely bum under the thin, shiny fabric. I wished I had got a glance of her small breasts through it, and wondered what they would look like naked.

I began to think of her dressing and undressing on the other side of the wall that separated her from me. I began to fantasise about her walking in on me again and asking if she could put her hand inside my trousers and bring me off as I watched my porn.

I began to watch the scene in the movie that I had usually skipped until then. It featured a slimmish, small-breasted woman with a young lad of a similar age to me. Despite berating myself with all sorts of abusive names, I found myself blocking out the woman’s face and imagining that the mature, small-breasted body was my aunt’s. And — I’m ashamed to admit — I found myself masturbating to the very explicit sight of my “aunt” having sex with a lad my own age. Of course, in my imagination the bloke in the movie was me.

I freely admit that it felt terribly dirty and shameful. And I should say that, of course, if I had chosen to, I could have stopped entertaining such thoughts. But I was enjoying my growing fixation upon my aunt. The mere fact of being alone with her in the house took on an erotic significance. I was almost painfully aware that only a thin wall and a few yards separated us when one of us was dressing or undressing.

One night when I was lying on my bed jacking off to naughty mental images of her, it suddenly occurred to me that I was doing so in very close proximity to her. She was lying on her bed just six feet or so from where I lay masturbating to thoughts of her, with just that wall between us. Guilt and shame made me start to go limp. But then — I’m ashamed to admit it but would plead that it’s simply an indication of how fixated I was becoming — that very thought started to make me hard again.

And — I know this sounds pathetic as well as obscene — I found myself shuffling onto my side to face to the dividing wall, as if secretly facing my dad’s sister. And I brought myself off in that position. Quickly. And copiously.

When she was out at work I longed to rummage through her wardrobe and her dressing table, but was too afraid of being spotted by a neighbour. I contented myself with admiring and stroking her clean clothes on the clothes maiden downstairs where she left them to air off before ironing them.

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Over the following few days I started to feel a bit strained when I was with Aunt Anne. Embarrassment at having been caught jacking off haunted me. The mere fact of being alone with her was both embarrassing and arousing. Added to this was the fact that I had started jacking off to mental images of her in her sexy ivory nightdress. I wondered whether she was conscious of my blossoming awareness of her and desire for her. If she was, she didn’t show any sign.

Something else happened.

It may have been coincidence, but three days after that Aunt Anne wore a black skirt and a closer fitting top for work. The top wasn’t really tight or low cut. But it did show the shape of her small breasts. I found it hard not to keep looking. I was fascinated by the small, rounded orbs and by the outline of her bra through the pink top. The smallness of her breasts meant that virtually no cleavage was visible above the neckline. This made it almost a challenge to me to try to spot it.

I tried to be discreet, but it seemed when she was kneeling down to lift the washing from the washing machine that she spotted me a couple of times. But she gave no sign of embarrassment or anger and said nothing.

The risk had been worth taking. I had managed three brief glimpses of the greater part of one little orb inside her bra. As well as her enthralling small breasts there had also been the sight of her lovely legs. Due to her horse riding they were well toned rather than thin. They looked strong. And they were long, too.

The next day, she mentioned a party that some friends of hers were having that coming Saturday, and asked if I would like to go with her. I tried to sound enthusiastic, but the truth was that, whilst not exactly reclusive, I don’t really enjoy Escort bayan Ankara parties where I don’t know anybody — especially if, as this one sounded, there would be nobody my own age there.

Intriguingly, she seemed rather evasive about the whole thing, simply saying that it was more of a social evening than a party, with just six people present. She said she was sure I would enjoy the company of her friends. Oddly she seemed both a bit embarrassed and a bit amused as she said it. I asked no more about it.

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When the evening came around I got ready and waited downstairs. Aunt Anne eventually appeared and I got quite a shock. She was wearing an orangey-red dress that reached her knees. Unusually for her, it fitted her quite tightly. It hugged her narrow hips and flat belly, and its tightness made appealing creases radiate diagonally down over her stomach and hips from where the material was gathered in at the waist.

As she moved, her tight dress stretched and tautened sensually across her body. The movement of her thighs was restricted by the length and tightness of her dress, causing her to walk in a slightly exaggerated and mincing way, and the fabric clung fleetingly to her crotch and thighs in a very enticing way as she did so. Her face was made up, but subtly, and looked quite natural, and her dark-straw coloured hair was held up on her head in a large grip. I had already “noticed” her several days earlier, but now she actually looked hot!

Her legs were bare and her red stilettos emphasised her their well-toned shape and the movement of her hips deliciously. Tonight the small size and the shape of her small breasts were clearly shown by her dress. The neckline was cut quite low, but she showed no cleavage due to the smallness of her boobs.

She was obviously wearing a bra, maybe even one that pushed her small breasts up and made them look a bit bigger than they really were. Her collarbone showed quite prominently and her skin was pale. The sight was enthralling. I struggled to tear my eyes away. She must have noticed, as she was beaming at me. Her eyes were bright, and emphasised by her subtle eyeliner and mascara. She had a carrier bag in her hand.

“Wow, Auntie — you look — lovely,” I said fumblingly. I knew that I was blushing.

She smiled.

“Thanks, love. You look good in that black shirt — if I was twenty years younger I’d say you looked hot, in fact! Anyway — shall we go?”

“Yes, Auntie, fine.”

She picked up another bag she had filled earlier with some party snack foodstuff but only a couple of cartons of fresh fruit juice. I realised that she could not really drink alcohol as she would be driving, but it seemed a bit odd to be taking so little. Still, I reasoned, there were only to be six of us.

I stepped outside ahead of her and glanced at her again as she locked the door of the house behind them. I admired the subtle curves of her waist and hips, and the contours of her shapely backside. Again I glanced at the way her dress moved against her, and as she drove I found it impossible to resist glancing from time to time at her neckline, her small boobs, and the folds of her dress across her lap.

During the journey — which lasted about half an hour — I hoped she didn’t notice my hard-on, though a couple of times her glance seemed to drop to it.

Although it was summer, it was proving to be a typical British summer. Several days of sun were due to be followed by a week of “unsettled” weather. In weather forecast-speak this usually meant persistent rain (and often wind as well) — “settled” bad weather in fact! It was drizzling as we set off and raining steadily after about ten minutes.

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We drove through the town where Aunt Anne’s friends lived and to the suburbs on the south side. They lived on the edge of the town on a short road of impressive detached houses. We pulled into the drive and dashed to the door to escape the rain, which had now become heavy.

A woman in her mid forties and about five feet three or four inches tall answered the door and let us in. Aunt Anne introduced her to me as Lucy, and introduced me to her. The two women smiled, a little conspiratorially I thought, as my aunt brandished one of the carrier bags in her hand and went up the stairs. Lucy, our host, showed me into the lounge.

There was a large coffee table, but apart from a bottle of wine, a few cans, a jug of fresh orange juice and some glasses there was no other booze there, and hardly any food. It looked as if it was going to be an even more boring evening than I had suspected. I wondered whether I was going to have endless holiday photos inflicted upon me.

Although it was now raining hard outside, it was still far from dark, yet the vertical blinds were closed and the room was softly lit by a couple of lamps. The carpet and the furniture looked expensive.

The other odd thing was that in the middle of the coffee table there was a folded piece Bayan escort Ankara of paper and two dice, ordinary, board-game type. I groaned inwardly. It looked as though there was going to be some kind of party game, especially as one die was pink and the other blue. I don’t mind some party games, but, let’s be honest, others are downright dull or else embarrassing — especially with people you don’t know and without a reasonable amount of drink to loosen your inhibitions.

Another couple was present, Caroline and Jack. They too looked to be in their mid-forties. We all made small talk for a while. Aunt Anne came into the lounge. Again the atmosphere seemed a little strange, and all present — except me — seemed to exchange some knowing glances. My aunt arranged the snacks on the coffee table. I felt uncomfortable.

Caroline had light blond wavy hair that fell to her shoulders. She was busty — I guessed a DD or maybe even an E. She had a soft provincial accent and laughed quietly but frequently. She was wearing a tight, pale blue jersey dress that, like my aunt’s, hugged her hips and belly. But although she was bustier and curvier, with wider hips and a slightly plumper stomach than my aunt, she was not much bigger overall, and she was by o means overweight.

As I looked closer I guessed that she was probably in fact in her late, not mid-, forties. She showed an inch or so of cleavage above her dress, and I found myself glancing again and again at the rise and fall of her ample breasts under her tight dress. I could just make out her nipples through the soft-looking fabric. To my horror I felt the early stages of my hard-on returning. Like my aunt, her legs were bare. And, a littler like Aunt Anne’s, they weren’t skinny — nor fat.

Lucy had a nondescript accent, but she did have a mannerism that, whilst undoubtedly subconscious, struck me as very erotic. From time to time she would lick her lips, especially if she spoke for several sentences without interruption. Like all mannerisms, once I noticed it became hard not to, and I found my eyes drawn to the movement of her mouth whenever she spoke. Her shoulder-length hair was dark and slightly wavy, natural and in fact bordering on the slightly untidy.

Her lips were thin and she wore a mid-pink lip gloss. Her eyes were blue and piercing. She was wearing a red satin blouse and a black skirt that reached half-way down her slender thighs. She was fairly slim with modest sized breasts, I reckoned B-cup. She sat with her leg crossed; her exposed lower thigh looked good in sheer black nylon. If it had been a warmer evening she would no doubt have been bare-legged like my aunt and Caroline. I found my gaze being drawn to her shapely, slender legs, and their sheer black covering made them more appealing.

The top two buttons of her blouse were unfastened and just the top of her cleavage was revealed. Also her blouse gaped open slightly between the buttons, giving glimpses of pale bare skin. It was only the skin of her abdomen and a little of her breasts, but it seemed inviting and enticing. Or maybe it says more about my wandering eyes, even where women twice my age were concerned.

To my surprise and embarrassment both Lucy and Caroline made a lot of eye contact with me and sometimes even seemed to be running their eyes over me. I felt uncomfortable, and was sure I must be imagining it — too much porn must be making me read too much into harmless and friendly glances, I thought. After all, Lucy’s husband, Bill, was in the room with her, and so was Jack, Caroline’s partner.

But then again — though I thought I must be imagining it — Bill’s eyes seemed to be roving over Caroline and Jack’s eyes over Lucy — and doing so overtly. It all seemed very confusing and weird — and, frankly, disturbing, too. Aunt Anne sat beside me. I was very conscious of her nearness in that sexy dress, and felt a twinge in my trousers as a result. Bill and Jack also seemed to be eyeing up my Aunt Anne — without even pretending to be discreet.

I realise that this all sounds very naive of me. But it was unprecedented, and don’t forget that one of the other five people present was my own aunt and that the remaining four were friends of hers — and apparently very respectable ones at that.

Bill got up and asked who wanted a drink. Everyone else opted for fruit juice and I felt obliged to do the same. FRUIT JUICE! Great, I thought! This looked like being quite some party! He looked at me and smiled.

“Has your Aunt Anne explained about our little parties, James?” he asked me.

I felt stupid.

“No. She just said we were coming across to your house for a party, but that it was more of a social evening,” I replied nervously.

“Social evening. Er, yes,” Bill repeated. He seemed nervous, too. “Social evening — yes, that’s a reasonable way to describe it…”

I began to feel more uneasy. Lucy looked rather embarrassed and Caroline and Jack tried to stifle laughter.

Bill smiled again.

“Er… ever heard of SWINGING, James?”

“I er… yes.”

A shock wave ran through me, and I felt myself flush and feel hot as my aunt’s evasiveness, the strange atmosphere and suggestive looks began to fall into place. I felt both excited and scared.

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NOTE: All characters in this story are fictional but above the age of 18. This story involves consensual sex between adult men with age gaps, cucking, verbal degradation and exhibitionism.

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As I gave my consent to the sexy stranger, he wasted no time and grabbed a handful of my arse and squeezed.

“you are going to make a good pet I’m sure” James growled as his fingers started their way towards the hole Dan had once claimed as his only. Despite my inner conflict, I was rock hard and practically melting in the palm of this tradie. Behind me, Daniel moaned as the twink servicing him, once again, deepthroated his thick cock. James noticed my eyes follow the action, over my shoulder, of my boyfriend and his new lover. A rough hand pushed my chin back around to face him. “let’s leave them to it, shall we?”.

With that he lifted me from under my thighs, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist and give all control to him. He stared deep into my eyes, almost daring me to look away again. He walked us back to the living room, so the blowjob was no longer in view. Then he made his move. His lips attacked mine, strong and warm. I gave in to the kiss, opening my lips as my arms found a comfortable hold behind his head. His tongue made its way into my mouth as the hands holding me spread my arse cheeks slowly. With my hole exposed and the sensation of his slight beard against my smooth skin, I knew I’d give him whatever he wanted.

Just as forcefully as he picked me up, he threw me down on the couch. I looked up at him, taking in how big this man was. His large hands were calloused, and his arms and legs were covered in blonde hairs. I wanted nothing more then to see him naked and see if the hair continued elsewhere but at the same time, I appreciated his uniform. His orange work polo and tight cargo shorts seemed common enough but paired with his large work boots, he was the perfect image of a rugged tradie.

“Well, what are you waiting for, slut?” James interrupted my admiration with a tone that told me he wasn’t a patient dom. He grabbed at the notable bulge in his shorts and glowered down at me. Without a word I slipped to my knees and reached up to undo his belt. He slapped them away and grabbed me by the chin again. “no hands, put your useless mouth to work and show me you want it first.” The shock of the action stunned me for a second, but I couldn’t deny that my dick was still pushing against my jockstrap, precum starting to mark the tip. I started to run my lips along with the impression of his cock enthusiastically. Five minutes ago, this man was unknown to me but now I wanted to please him desperately.

After sussing out the impressive shape of his cock, James let his shorts fall to the floor. His 7″ cock sprang up into my face. I should have guessed a cocky bloke like him would free ball it to work like this. I waited to make the next move, instead, I looked up at James to let him give me a nod of approval first.

“Good boy. Go ahead, but don’t forget to worship my balls too.” His smirk was now permanent as I showed him how obedient I could be. His uncut cock looked heavy and thick as it loomed over me. I liked a challenge though. I took the head in my mouth, starting slow. I brought my hands up to the shaft tentatively but with no protest I let myself feel the true girth I was dealing with. I started to work the foreskin as I sucked on the head. James moaned above me as a took more and more. Before getting halfway down I pulled off. I licked along the base as I made my way for his large balls. I took one at a time in my mouth, giving it one attention as the tradie’s breath deepened in approval. After some time of stroking and serving his balls, I considered where to move next. Normally with Dan, I’d start edging down further and start to tease his furry hole. Except, this man looked like he’d beat a gay guy like me before he let them near his arse.

“Get back to sucking, you useless fag” before I could decide, James, slapped me across the face and grabbed at my hair. Dan never hit my face during sex, but I liked this. Happily, I played the part the fuck toy and let James guide my face back down onto his cock. The slow exploration was over. James took pleasure in fucking my face on his cock. Soon I was feeling his blond bush against my nose as Ankara escort his thick cock hit the back of my throat. James sat down on the couch and pulled my face down hard between his widespread legs. I gagged a little, but he held me down, enjoying the little struggle I put up before he let me back up for air. He let go of my hair and let me breathe deeply. Spit coated my chin as James leered at me, stroking his wet cock. “You like it rough?” I gave a little cough before replying.

“Yes, sir”

“Daddy. Call me daddy” I hesitated but James continued. “You saw dan has a new slut and you have a new daddy, that was the deal.” He seemed to enjoy the little bit of hurt that my face showed at that comment.

“What deal?” my voice sounded small as I tried to understand what James was saying.

“Do you think I fuck all the boys who parade their arses in front of me while I work?” at this he let his work boot nudge my exposed butt. “Dan and I used the fuck. He knew I like using boys and he told me all about his cute little boyfriend who was too scared to be a whore for him.”

“So, he planned this?” as we talked, I could hear the distinct sounds of a high-pitched whimper.

“Yep, he offered to let me open you up and I brought him my apprentice Joel to enjoy.” He stated this proudly. It was clear he had trained Joel exactly to his liking. “By the sounds of things in there, your man Dan is just discovering how good Joel’s tight hole can feel.” James seemed to be taunting me now and it was working. I straightened up, pushed my arse out again and without another word I dove back onto his cock. I felt betrayed that Dan had set this up behind my back, but I also knew how it was for me. This was my chance to get over my nerves and I didn’t want to disappoint this hunk. I took his cock right to the base, causing James to let out a long groan of satisfaction. Objectively the sight would have been incredibly sexy if anyone was looking on. Me, almost naked on my knees between the hairy legs of a real man. Each time I take James’ full length down my throat he got a nice view of my arse. While this was happening, I made sure to work his balls with my hand. Letting my fingertips gently rub his taint occasionally, putting out a slight suggestion of where I wanted to move. As I pulled up to lick at James’ head again, our eyes met. Silently he showed me how much he was enjoying my mouth just with the pleasure in his eyes. Without warning, he shucked off his shirt and stretched his arms along the top of the couch. This action gave me a great view of James’ muscular and hairy torso. His dirty blond hair swirled out along his two defined pecs and down in a treasure trail to his prominent bush. I eyed his hairy pits, longing to shove my face deep in them. Instead, I kept focused on the task at hand. Before too long I felt James’ hand on my head again but this time it wasn’t forceful but steading. I stopped sucking as James shuffled himself down the seat and pulled his legs up. My eyes trailed down his muscular thighs and focused in on his tight hole that was now exposed to me.

“Alright, get in there,” James said while pulling open his cheeks. I took the chance and dove into his hairy crack. I enjoyed the musky smell of his sweat as I worked my nose and mouth into his arse. He watched me the whole time, getting off more on the idea of using me than the actual sensation of being rimmed. I didn’t mind though; from my perspective, I got to eat his manly arse and feel like I was truly James’ bitch. Before too long I had James’ hole nice and lubed up. I let a few fingers rub the hole. He didn’t protest so I slipped one in, eliciting a long groan from the horned-up man. He stroked his cock lazily while I fingered him. Even this act felt subservient in its raunchiness. Soon his hand movements sped up and I could tell he was enjoying it. As I tried to add a second finger though he stopped stroking and grabbed me by the hair. “That’s enough bitch, you are the one who is getting stretched today.”

“Yes, daddy” I conceded. With that, he lowered his legs and stood up. His heavy cock now swinging in front of my face again.

“Follow.” He commanded and started walking back towards the bedroom. I went to stand up and he spoke up again. “Did I say to stand? Crawl bitch.” The sternness returned to his voice. Ankara escort bayan I knew that any concessions he made moments ago to let me into his hole were all gone. He was back in charge. As we entered the room, we were greeted with the sweaty sight of my boyfriend Daniel sitting against the headboard of the bed we shared with the red-headed apprentice bounding on his cock in reverse cowgirl position. His eyes looked glazed over in pleasure and his mouth almost lulled open as he fucked himself on the thick cock.

“Enjoying the boy?” James asked from the foot of the bed. Daniel didn’t open his eyes to look but responded.

“Fuck yeah man, you have this little slut well trained.”

“Didn’t have to do much, he came to me a virgin but practically begged for my cock still,” James said with pride, obviously thinking back to how he popped the twink’s cherry. He quickly snapped out of it though and turned to me. “On the bed on your hands and knees boy. Face me so the other fag can eat your hole.” I followed instructions and presented my hole to Joel. Tentatively he lowered his face between my cheeks and went to work, eating me out between moans. I could tell Joel didn’t enjoy rimming as much as I did but he still did a good job. While this happened, James shoved his cock back into my mouth for the second round of face fucking. The two doms used us in this perverted train set up for a few minutes until James decided he needed to feel a hot boy pussy on his cock before he blew. He grabbed me roughly and flipped me onto my back. I looked up at him as he roughly shoved his fingers into my mouth and told me to suck. After coating them with spit he shoved two up my hole without warning. “You are going to fucking love it.” He said as he withdrew his fingers and lined up his cock head.

“FUCKKKK” I groaned loudly as he inserted himself fully. It was clear this was not about my pleasure anymore but all about his. As soon as his balls touched my arse he withdrew quickly, only to slam back in. he long dicked me several times, causing me to emit loud whimpers each time.

“Shut the fuck up, slut” he warned me as one hand went to my mouth again. I moaned into his palm as he began to pound away consistently at me. His handsome face, sandwiched between my hairy legs, took on a determined and animalistic look. Normally I would have been scared to be fucked this way by a stranger but the sound and smell of sex around me, coupled with the circumstances just made me hope he never stops.

Behind us, Daniel pulled out of Joel and pushed him down in doggy position. The twink’s face hovered above mine as my boyfriend re-inserted himself. We looked deep into each other’s eyes, both sharing the same feeling of watching another bottom enjoy the cock we knew so well. It wasn’t long before James withdrew his hand allowing Joel to lean down for an upside-down kiss. We went at it hungrily as the two tops laughed at the sight of their two boys moaning into each other’s mouths. This was interrupted though by Daniel picking up the speed of his pounding into Joel’s open hole. They’d been fucking for longer than James and I had and Dan was reaching his climax. He yanked Joel up by the shoulders and held him close to his chest while he thrust harder and harder into him.

“Beg for my load, boy. Beg for daddy’s load you fucking slut.” Daniel said aggressively as he got closer to cumming. Joel didn’t beg so much as let out a few incoherent moans and screams with each thrust but it had the same effect. Soon Daniel gave one last pound and held the boy’s hole down while he filled it with his load. The two men panted while we watched, James and I working ourselves into our sweaty mess. Joel flopped onto the bed in content when Daniel let him go. My boyfriend took the time to look across at what was happening to me. As Dan was reaching his climax, James had grabbed my neck in one of his calloused hands. He didn’t choke me yet but stared darkly into my eyes with the threat that he could apply pressure at any time. We were almost silent as the other couple finished up but now I started to whimper again at the sensation James’ cock was having in my hole. His cockhead repeatedly hit my prostate, sending sparks up into my cock. Looking up from his domination of me, James nodded his head at the spent Daniel, beckoning Escort Ankara him over.

“Clean your man’s cock, boy” James spat at me as Daniel lined his cum-coated dick over my mouth. I opened up and enjoyed the familiar taste of my boyfriend’s cum. Attempting to do a good job for him while I was also being used vigorously by James. “Look at how much you want that cock. Such a pathetic little cuck enjoying your daddy’s cock after he has just fucked another boy” James verbal degradation picked up as he got more and more into the fuck. The two men kept at it, spit roasting me while I moaned around Dan’s cock. James started to lightly choke me, making my attempts to suck Dan harder. Eventually, Dan pulled out altogether and leaned down to my ear.

“You look so fucking hot right now, finish him off and make me proud boy” He growled to me before moving to sit back up against the headboard and enjoy the show. James took this opportunity to scoop me up, keeping his cock in place, and left me off the bed. I wrapped my legs around him and started to use gravity to ride his cock.

“fucking hell, I’m going to breed you so hard if you keep going” James moaned into my neck as I flexed my anal muscles. I wanted to milk him, show off for Dan and earn this manly load. I bounced in his arms, coming dangerously close to making us both fall but I was determined. The friction between our bodies was having a strong effect on my cock that had slipped from the jock pouch long ago. Feeling my balls begin to stir I decided to make my final play in this slutty act I was living out.

“Fuck daddy, please breed my cunt. Please make it yours. Fuck daddy I’m going to cum MMMM FUCKKK” I begged like a whore as my cock reached its tipping point and my cum was unleashed all over our sweaty chests. As the cum unloaded from my balls my hole spasmed and tightened around James’ cock.

“Here it comes you fucking slut. TAKE. MY. CUM.” James came while he yelled out in a gruff voice. He continued to slam me down on his cock as several warm ropes of cum coated my insides. He shook with the high of climax as he lifted me off of his spent cock and dropped me back onto the bed. “Don’t spill a fucking drop.” He said absently as he stepped away from my cum-soaked body. In the after-bliss of my orgasm, I almost forgot we weren’t alone until Dan pipped up.

“James, I think someone is waiting for permission to finish.” With amusement, Dan directed our attention to Joel who kneeled on the bed next to him, cock still standing straight up like an arrow. The boy silently bowed his head and waited for directions. I was almost jealous of the obedience and dedication he had for his cock-slut lifestyle. James clicked his tongue and sauntered up to his boy, slapping him on the back lightly.

“You did good today, pup. Get down at the end of the bed and eat my load out of the other slut’s hole.” James instructions were clear and I spread my legs again to welcome the boy but he didn’t move.

“Can I wank while I do it, sir?” Joel spoke up for the first time. Well, the first time that wasn’t a series of whorish babble. James nodded at his apprentice and the boy suddenly crawled with enthusiasm and dove into my used hole. Our two masters both watched the show unfold as the smaller boy lapped at me happily. His hand flew up and down his cock and I lay back and enjoyed the wet sounds of his work. He may have not enjoyed eating my arse much before but now it was as if it were his last meal. I wondered how James had turned him into such a cumslut but it was clear that this love for manly loads was more then what could be taught. Our doms chuckled to themselves when Joel finally brought his cock to orgasm. Standing up and adding his white, hot cum to the mess on my arse.

With all of us finished, the two men exchanged a few final pleasantries before James instructed his boy to collect up their things. I heard the door close from down the hall as they left but I was occupied with cuddling tight into Dan’s warm hair embrace.

“I’m sorry if you were uncomfortable at all, baby” Dan started in a concerned tone. I Looked up at him brightly and countered.

“No no, daddy, this was perfect. Thank you for making it happen.” This seemed to put Dan at ease as he pulled me closer and kissed the top of my head lovingly.

“So, you’d be open to doing this more?”

“As much as we can, daddy.” Dan chuckled at my eagerness and moved his fingers to tease the sore entrance of my hole, still a bit wet from cum and spit.

“You naughty little slut.”

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“Christ…,” my shorted mind sputtered. A dirty blonde tuft of hair was bobbing up and down in my peripheral vision as I stared at the ceiling. The pleasure… my God… the pleasure was like every nerve ending was aflame with sheer ecstasy The soft, manicured hands caressing my thighs, the cool air of the ceiling fan, the throbbing of my head as well as my rigid member below. Out of all of this lust and passion, it is mixed with fear, because what I’m doing is wrong; what SHE is doing to me is wrong. Notwithstanding, I am having my cock sucked by one person whom I’ve loved ever since she was born.

The morning before…

“Honey, I’ve got everything and I’m going to pick up Audrey from school. Don’t wait up, because we might just end up getting a hotel room.” I scooped up my keys and sunglasses from the end table in the hallway readying myself to go for a drive. My wife, popped out of the living room, to inspect me and wish me well before I left. She was wearing a white polo, and a tennis skirt and hat. She must have been getting ready for private tennis lessons.

“Hmm did you get your coffee? Medication? Wallet?” I nodded distractedly that I had done or consumed everything that she had mentioned. “Okay, well drive safely and tell Audrey I said hello and that I love her when you pick her up.” I hugged her and kissed her on the cheek.

“Alright Mrs. Pembroke, I’m pretty sure I can handle that.” She smiled at me and played with the dimple on my chin. I love my wife. She’s been an amazing mother and partner to me. Although we were only able to have 1 child, Audrey has been such a blessing to us. I didn’t think I could love anyone or anything as much as my daughter. Admittedly, I realized that I didn’t quite love my wife as much as I loved Audrey for some reason. She was my little princess after all.

As I settled into my Black Silverado I let my mind wander. There was always something about driving that relaxed me and simultaneously puts me into a contemplative place. I hadn’t seen my little girl since the summer when we first dropped her off at her new university dorm room. Audrey had shed a few tears, because she knew, metaphorically, she’d be leaving her protective nest, and me. Of course she was sad about leaving her mother, but Audrey and I had a relationship her mother and Audrey simply didn’t have.

Ever since Audrey was old enough to have interests and hobbies, she would accompany me and partook in my interests. There was plenty of memories of us together: practicing her first basketball shot, playing video games together, volunteering at various events and causes around town, and bonding over our love for movies. There was just so much that we enjoyed together that it felt right, and it was nice to be able to share them with her in some areas that I didn’t or couldn’t share with my wife. Mrs. Pembroke was a little more self-absorbed in her hobbies and interests, which helped push Audrey and I together. Maybe it’s just because my wife and I have sort of fallen into a rut, and what is essentially a sexless marriage, that I am excited to be with the girl who’s never bored of me. I just missed my little girl immensely and I jumped at the chance to pick her up from school on a weekend off.

As I pulled into the university, I grinned at how alive the campus was, and the boundless opportunities of youth. It was a beautiful time of year of Mid September on the East Coast. The mildly hot nature of the area meant that all the frisbee players as well as lads and lassies were running around in all the clothes they needed, which would mean barely socially appropriate. Short skirts, tight shirts, flip flops, and bikinis… to sun in of course. All the same I couldn’t help but steal a few peeks here and there at the girls in their summer wear. I suppose I had more than one reason to wipe off the sweat from my brow that day.

Finally, I pulled up to Audrey’s dorm room, and I spotted her there on the curb waiting my arrival. She was 5’7”, dirty blonde, gray eyes, C-cup, and a generally thin/athletic body type. The only imperfection on her was a crescent scar on her neck she received from taking a cleat to the her neck during a particularly heated soccer match. I pulled up quickly and hopped out of the truck to scoop up my little girl. Oh to have her in my arms again! I held her for a solid minute, and breathed and she had a scent of strawberry to her that she knew I loved… It was a fragrance from Nina something… I put her down and kissed her on the forehead, to which she responded by a successive kiss on the cheek and the lips, which I’m sure isn’t unusual for parents and their adult daughters.

“How are ya, kiddo?” I smiled broadly at the sunbeam I called my Audrey.

“Oh come on Dad,” she moved a band of hair out of her eyes and pushed Ankara escort it behind her ear,” You know I’m not a kid anymore. I’m an adult.”

“Alright then Ms. Audrey, will you be paying for dinner tonight?” I joked. I motioned for her to get into the truck’s cabin with me.

She laughed good naturedly,” Maybe not that old Dad.”

“Ha that’s what I thought sweetie.”

After deciding on where to go for dinner, we chatted for the whole ride to the restaurant. The feeling of having her back was like having a long lost friend return… or maybe a lover. I internally slapped myself and continued our conversation.

“So, tell me how are the classes that your daddy is paying for? Straight A’s I hope!”

“Hmm well I failed English Comp 111, and I practically had to sleep with my professor to pass trigonometry.” Shocked I looked over at her, and she had a devilish grin on her face.

“AUDREY!” I reached over and started to tickle her. She screamed and giggled trying to fight me off.

“Dad, DAD! Pay attention to the road!” she screamed, half laughing, because I had to overcorrect on a turn. Eventually she trapped my hand and wrist between her thighs. I mock attempted to yank it out, which made her squeeze tighter. Oddly enough… I felt something very warm coming from her… No, no it couldn’t be. It was just a hot day outside and we had been rough housing a bit. Although, my brain couldn’t deny where that warmth had come from and how it effected my body especially my nether region.

“Honey, I’m gonna need my arm back if I’m going to park the truck.” I said half-seriously. She puffed out her lips and gripped tighter as a precaution.

“Promise you won’t tickle me again!” There was that heat again… What’s going on?

“You can put me in chains if I do.” To which she released my arm.

As we exited the truck she laughed manically “Then you would be my prisoner and you’d be all mine!” And deep down a part of me wished that she would be all mine forever. To stay my little girl. We entered the restaurant and was shown to our seat by a handsome young waiter. He was obvious about his interest in my daughter as he was especially courteous and attentive to her. This annoyed me a bit as her father, and more subconsciously as a threat to my territory. I shooed him away as soon as we finished ordering, to which he sulked having to leave my daughter. I must have had a grimace on my face inadvertently, to which my daughter took notice of.

“What’s wrong, daddy?” she tilted her head just a bit, studying me.

“Oh nothing honey.” I said brushing off the question.

“You think that boy likes me don’t you!” she said coyly.

“No!” I protested.

“Well don’t worry, Daddy. I’m not interested in boys.” She said matter-of-factly.

Shocked I said,” You’re not into… girls are you?” I tried not to sound homophobic when I said it, but it just came out of my mouth before I could stop it.

She spit up her drink all over of my button down shirt, laughing. “Oh, Daddy no! It’s not that. And look at that now we’ve made a mess… Let me help you.” She took her napkin and dabbed at the drink stains on my shirt. “I’m into dating men and not little boys. You should see some of the boys that go to my school…” She flipped her hair as she finished cleaning. “They only have two modes: sex and party.” As she said this the waiter appeared with our tray of food, and he was visibly blushing. After he asked us if we needed anything, we declined, and he returned to the kitchen. We both laughed quite a bit at this. Audrey had always been precocious and somewhat of an old soul, which endeared her to me even more.

We enjoyed our food and chatted some more about her girlfriends at school, the drama, her classes, and all of the family news back home. The conversation just came so easily that we had easily finished all of our food and hadn’t even noticed. She looked so lovely that I almost felt as giddy with excitement as when I took her mother on our first date. I just stared into her eyes for a minute. I was lost in the moment.

“Dad?” she called seemingly to snap me out of my revelry. The waiter came back and laid down the check between the two of us face down.

“Uh can I get anything else for you?” clearly directing the question to my daughter and not to me.

Taking the cue my daughter responded to him “No, sir we’re fine.” She said in a business like tone.

“Oh, well you all come back any time you like, if you enjoyed the service.” He said with a wink. I tapped him on the shoulder and handed him my card.

“We’re from out of town, and I’m sure my daughter isn’t interested in any long distance relationships.” I pulled him back to whisper in his ear “Oh and you should probably avoid hitting on the man’s daughter who will be paying the tab.” He ran off as soon as I let him go and just as quickly slinked back to return the card with a ‘have a nice night’.

“Daddy that wasn’t nice! You scared him.” She laughed noting the absurdity of Ankara escort bayan the situation. “Oh by the way, Mom texted to remind me to remind you to take your medication.”

“Oh right…” I had forgotten to take the medication before I left the house, and now I knew it would make me sleepy if I took it.

“What’s wrong, Dad?” She asked just a bit concerned placing her hand on my knee. She rubbed my knee and thigh a bit, to which I only paid a mild amount of attention to.

“Well, if I take it now it’s going to make me tired and I won’t be able to drive us back home tonight.”

“I can drive for you, so you can sleep, if you want.” She said trying to be helpful.

“Oh, no honey I couldn’t ask you to do that. Let’s get a hotel room for the night.” So, I had Audrey look up a nearby hotel and we made our way to it.

At the front counter Audrey, travel bag in tow, stood next to me while I talked to the night manager about room prices. The prices were a bit here, and it must be because of the proximity to the campus and its regular use for purposes just like ours. The manager, an older man with a busy mustache and heavy eyelids, gave us both wearied expressions. Knowing he wouldn’t budge on price, I turned to my daughter.

“Audrey, would it be alright for you if, since its only one night, I just get one room? Normally, I would get another one for you to do… whatever, but the prices just aren’t good here. Your mother is going to be upset enough about me taking the medication late…” I said the last part under my breath.

“Don’t worry about me, I want to be with you! I haven’t seen you for months, and I don’t want this awesome night to end so quickly.” I felt reassured by her comment and was flattered that my daughter would want to spend time with me. I know some fathers who have daughters who could give a fig if they existed or not, and thankfully I was not in that category.

We made it to the room, and by this time I was completely exhausted. The medication that I took at the restaurant had really done a number on me. Sleep was nigh. I ordered a room with two beds and let Audrey claim hers first. She excitedly threw her travel bag down and jumped on the bed to lay down. She spread out her limbs in a motion that reminded me of a cat stretching out after a nap. I knew that because of the hour I needed to call my wife and let her know what was happening.

“Daddy you look sleepy why don’t you take off your pants and relax. Its just you and me, so there’s really no need to be embarrassed.” Being as tired as I was, I wasn’t thinking normally.

“Yes, honey. I… I just need to call your mother.” I said wearily.

Audrey began undoing my belt and quickly had my jeans unzipped and down by my ankles. She smiled up at me, and I couldn’t help but remembering a porno I had watched with a buxom brunette that started out that way. To which I felt a little blood flow to my penis as a result. I stumbled back into the arm chair behind me, trying to put the thought out of mind. Audrey undid my shoes and socks as well. She then remarked “Oh, what about your shirt? I got that drink all over it. There’s a washing machine downstairs that I can clean it in, if you like.

“Do whatever you want, honey.” Too tired to care. I slowly dialed my wife’s number as Audrey put my clothes away in the closet. The phone dialed out to her number and I waited for her to pick up. It was late so I wasn’t expecting her to answer right away. Her voicemail message began to play. “Hey honey… its me. I took the medication too late, and I’m really sorry about that.. I had to get,” I yawned,” us a hotel. Too tired to drive. Love you. See you tomorrow.” By the time I was hanging up, Audrey was working on getting my shirt off me. Slowly she worked the buttons down to my waist. “Now, as for you young lady,” I stated while closing my eyes,” I need some shut eye.” I drifted off as I felt her kiss my abs, and I think pat my semi erect cock. I fell into what they refer to as le petit mort.

About an hour or so later I heard the shower stop and a little creak from the bathroom door opening. Groggy, my first reaction was to complain about the heat in the room and to ask Audrey to turn the ceiling fan on. My eyes still closed, I heard the click and slow whir of the ceiling fan starting up. Soon after, I felt Audrey’s hand on my thigh. “How are you feeling?” She said with more of a seductive voice than I had remembered earlier.

“Ugh I just want to relax and stay right here.” I said shifting around wearing just my boxer briefs.

“Let me help you relax.” I felt her hands start to move up and down my thighs in a gentle caress. Admittedly, it felt quite… sensual. Being as tired as I was, I decided to let my little girl rub my thighs for me. I almost drifted back to sleep when I felt her hands rub higher up my thigh, which causes my little man to stir. She even started to rub up to my belly and back down to my thighs, to which I started to grumble. She just made a shhh sound and continued Escort Ankara her loving caresses. Before I know it, her hands are caressing the outside of my boxers and over my sensitive member. Since my wife and I discontinued our love making I have become quite sensitive to any touch that isn’t mine. My cock quickly started to engorge with what now felt like foreplay.

Feeling this was a dream I kept my eyes shut. My daughters soft hands went into my boxers and quickly found purchase with my growing manhood. Still not believing this pseudo reality, I refrained from speech and action. If this was a dream my attractive young daughter was pleasuring me at this moment, and a part of me had awakened for her that previously did not exist was stirring. She started to speak to me,” Daddy. I don’t want other boys. I want you.” For some reason her ‘I want you’ began to echo in me like a bell being struck within me, the vibrations of its meaning further stirring that newly awakened feeling. She gripped the base of my now fully hardened cock under my boxers and began stroking it. I groaned. “I’ve wanted you for a long time and I guess… now is the time I wanted to show you how much your love means to me.”

She pulled down my boxers and released my moderately-sized member. The moment that her tongue touched my cock was the moment my eyes flew open. I was staring at the ceiling and watching the fan as it proceeded around its base… just like my daughter was finding the base of my cock in her throat. “Christ…” I murmured.

The pleasure was intense, so much so that my words cannot do it justice. The possessed a skill of oral pleasure that I hitherto and henceforth don’t think can be recreated, in that moment. Her tongue swirled around my engorged bulbous head right before she dived down to the bottom of a very veiny shaft. She was going too far… She was sucking my cock, and I, her father, was letting it happen. But she had awoken a beast in me that had carnal lust for… his own daughter. The voice of this beast was fully awake and well aware of the pleasure to be had. Audrey started to suck my balls and pumped the shaft with her hand.

“Daddy…” I couldn’t help but look down at her reflexively as she said this. Now I had a perfect view of my daughter, shaft in hand and my scrotum in her mouth. Popping them out she said to me “I love you and I want to make love to you. Please say yes. I want you. I want your cock. And I want your cum. Please Daddy please.” I was paralyzed to speak and the tableau of seeing her sucking my cock and saying those words was more than I could bear. She felt me start to tense up in her hands, winked at me, and dived back down to the base of my cock. I could feel and hear her gag slightly as she held me inside her wet, warm, and tight throat.

“Audrey…” I breathed. And I came down her throat. It started from my balls I tingling and tensing and proceeded up to the shaft and erupted in hot jism in her throat. I felt her swallowing and gagging on me all the way until the last of my seed was spent. She released my cock from her throat and mouth and coughed aloud. I now fully realized that she was completely naked as well.

“Baby I… we… you shouldn’t have done that.” My cock slowly softened against my thigh as my daughter kneeled between my legs rubbing them softly.

“I wanted to… and I know you wanted to.” She said trying to justify what had happened.

“I have never looked at you lustfully ever before this moment, and as your father, I can’t… I just can’t ruin the relationship that I have between us, and between your mother…” As these words came out the panic began to set in that I would not have to explain ejaculating into my daughters throat to my wife.

“Dad,” she began,” there’s nothing wrong about my love for you, and the way I choose to show it. I know you and mom aren’t having sex, because I do look at the web browser history from time to time on the family computer.” I blushed slightly at this revealing information. “I know this is new to you, but I have genuine feelings for you. I want to be yours and you’re the man I want. I can’t explain it aside from this Electra complex I learned about in Psychology.”

The beast within me responded to her pleas for acceptance. The immense pleasure to be had, no matter how wrong it was, was kneeling before me. But still I resisted.

“Feel me and tell me you don’t want the same.” She stood and showed herself to me. Her body was amazing to me. Her firm young breasts topped with cherry areolas, her shapely and toned legs, the dirty blonde her that manifested itself in a tight triangle above her clitoral hood, her sex… After she had felt that I had seen her fully she grabbed my hand and flipped it palm side up and moved her crotch directly on top of it. The warmth I had felt from earlier was doubly intensified by the removal of all obstacles. I felt strangely proud that I could illicit these feelings in Audrey, and ashamed at the same time for finding this stimulation arousing. My fingers, hitherto paralyzed began to move of their own accord. They began to feel her folds and feel the dripping wetness inside. She moaned and moved to cup her breasts and squeeze them to further intensify her body’s stimulation.

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“Let’s go, hon,” his mom commanded. She walked quickly towards the mall entrance, her ass swaying in a tight pair of jeans. She also wore a dark blue t-shirt, her light brown hair cascading down the back of it.

Joe sighed and reluctantly followed his mother. He was 18 years old and about to graduate from high school, yet she still treated him like a little kid. Currently she was dragging him along to the mall as a punishment for a bad grade he got on a test. She wouldn’t have even found out about it if she had not been cleaning up in his room. Joe could not wait to move away to college, if only to have some privacy.

But for now he had to go to the mall with his mom. It was so humiliating. What if he saw someone from school? A senior in high school, going to the mall with his mother? He knew better than to argue with her, though. That was always a losing battle.

It was a Saturday afternoon so Joe was very worried. He looked around nervously as he followed her into one of the mall’s side entrances. At least they weren’t going in the front. That’s where a lot of kids hung out. God, this was so embarrassing.

“Look,” Joe began. They were headed towards Sears at the end of the hallway. “Why don’t I go look around and we can meet up later?”

She turned to look back at him but did not stop. The profile of her generous bosom pushed out against her t-shirt. “No. This is supposed to be a punishment, remember babe?” She looked forward again, smiling at her own genius. “You’ll remember this next time you decide to blow off an exam.”

Joe grimaced. He walked slower, pretending that he wasn’t with her. Although, to be honest, most people would probably think they were a couple rather than mother and son. She was smoking hot for a woman of her age, yet surprisingly still a single mom.

He finally had a break from her company once they entered Sears. He convinced his mom that he needed some new clothes, and so they went their separate ways. The break was short-lived, though. As soon as she saw him with a pair of pants, she dragged him over to the men’s dressing rooms. He moved inside quickly, only too glad to be free of his mother’s company. After spending way too long to try on a single pair there came a knock at the door.

“C’mon Joe, let me see.”

Joe almost punched the wall. This was going beyond just a punishment for him now. She always insisted on seeing stuff that he tried on. It was so annoying. “Fine,” he said.

Joe opened the door to show his mom the pants. Fortunately, there was no one else around. She stepped inside the stall, further infuriating Joe. “How do they fit, hon?”

“Mom, come on. They fit fine. Trust me.”

Of course she didn’t. She lifted up his shirt and stuck her fingers into the waistband of his pants, tugging on them. They stood very close together in the cramped stall as she pulled on his waistband. The back of her fingers brushed against his underwear as she slid her hand around from his front to his side. “Alright. Do you want those?” Her hand was still in his pants.

“Yeah, sure. Whatever.” He just wanted to get out of there.

“Ok, change back and then come meet me at the women’s dressing rooms.” She removed her hand and left.

Joe was really getting annoyed now. He was way, way too old to be doing this. Angrily he tore off his pants and changed back, then headed over the women’s section. It was more crowded over here. He looked for his mom, didn’t see her, and went to the dressing rooms. While waiting, he surveyed the store. There were a lot of hot older women around today. He was totally into older chicks. He saw one lady pushing a baby and started to think about whether she breastfed.

Then he saw her: Michelle Hannigan, a really cute girl from his senior class. And with her was Liz, Amy, Sarah… holy crap! Here came a crowd of six girls, all of whom he recognized from school. If they saw him here with his mom, it would probably be the mot embarrassing moment of his life. Having no other choice, he ducked into the dressing room hallway. Unfortunately, the hallway extended straight from the entrance, so just standing outside the stalls he could still be seen from out in the store. Now he was in a potentially worse predicament: being spotted hanging around in the women’s dressing room.

Joe desperately looked around, but all four of the stall doors were closed. Feeling like a total pervert, he tried to look inside to find the one with his mom. But the stalls were totally sealed off, allowing no view inside from any angle. In fact, each one appeared to be a room by itself. He took a total gamble and knocked on one of the doors at the back. “Mom?” he whispered.

She opened the door just as Michelle came into view out in the store. Joe pushed his way into his mom’s stall and shut the door behind him, his heart racing. Man, that was close.

He then noticed his surroundings. They were in a pretty large area, which was a totally private separate Ankara escort room. One side was filled with a full wall mirror, the opposite a wooden bench. In the center stood his mother looking pretty surprised. Thankfully she was fully clothed, in a white blouse and short black skirt. Her jeans and t-shirt lay on the bench along with a few other things she had picked up.

Joe smiled. “Uh, I felt bad about how I’ve been acting. So, um, I know you’re always trying to make me give an opinion about stuff you buy… So, here I am.”

She tried to give him a hard glare, but there was humor in her eyes. “Mhmm. And I’m sure it had nothing to do with those girls from school out there?”

“Oh, well… maybe.”

“Uh huh. Well, now you are indeed stuck helping me.” She gestured to the bench. “Have a seat, fashion boy. I’ve got plenty of stuff to try on.”

Joe grudgingly obeyed. At least in here no one would see them. He pushed her stuff out of the way and sat on the bench, facing the mirror on the opposite wall. His mom posed in front of the mirror, showing off her shapely curves in the blouse and skirt a few feet away from Joe. After a few moments she looked over at him. “Well?”

“Um, it looks good, mom.” In fact he could not be less interested. She frowned.

“Babe, either really help me or I’ll go have you introduce me to your classmates.”

Joe gasped. “Mom! You wouldn’t.”

His mom giggled. “Do you care to find out? Now shut your eyes while I change.”

Joe closed his eyes and covered them with his hand just to make sure. The last thing he needed was to be seeing his mom undress. After a little while she told him he could open them. She was now wearing a loose green skirt that stopped just above her knees, and a much-too-small tanktop. Her breasts were bursting out of the top, exposing large masses of cleavage and a solid white bra. The expression on Joe’s face made her look down.

“What? Oh, I guess it is too small. Just wishful thinking, I guess.” Joe stared openly as his mom wistfully adjusted the top. He felt a stirring in his crotch, something he had never felt before when looking at his mother. Wait, no, that wasn’t exactly right. Once when he was 12 he saw her getting undressed in her bedroom. That had been an accident, but the masturbation session that night had not been. It had been exquisite thinking about his mother while touching himself. Now, six years later, he was feeling the same lust towards his mom. He was totally disgusted with himself.

His mother took no notice of his staring. She was busy spinning and watching herself in the mirror as the skirt lifted up and billowed back down with each spin. On the last one, she spun fast enough to briefly show the ass of her white cotton panties. Joe tore his eyes away, but the image remained. His cock grew despite his best efforts to resist.

“Alright hon, hand me that top.” Joe picked out the one she wanted and handed it to her. “Ok, eyes shut.” Joe closed his eyes, again covering them with his hand. And he knew it was inevitable now. No matter how much he tried, he would not be able to resist peeping at his mother. He opened the tiniest of gaps between his fingers and peered through.

She had just finished taking the tanktop off. In the mirror Joe could see her generous breasts heaving and pressing against her white bra. She lifted her arms up as she pulled the shirt over her head, causing her breasts to rise up as well. Her back was arched and she looked absolutely incredible. Her thick brown hair spilled down her backside while her chest thrust forward. Then, to his dismay, she was covered up again with the shirt. Joe nodded his approval after being told to look, eager to be on to the next item. It was so totally wrong, but he could not resist the temptation. The taboo made it somehow even hotter.

This time she was changing her skirt rather than her top. Joe peeped as his mom pushed the short green skirt down her hips without bending down. He managed to not gasp at what was before him. Her panties were nothing like her bra. The bra was a plain boring white number, but these panties were lacy and sexy. They barely covered her ass cheeks, almost to the point of being a thong. In the mirror, Joe could see a faint dark spot between her legs through the very sheer lacy material. That must be her pubic hair, he thought. He swallowed dryly. Was he really doing this?

Then she bent down to put on the next skirt, thrusting her ass towards Joe. She was so close he could have reached out and spanked her. When she lifted each leg to step into the skirt, her ass swayed and flexed. She finished putting that on and told Joe to look.

He opened his eyes and acted surprised. “Hey, that looks pretty good, mom.”

“Yeah?” He could tell she enjoyed the rare compliment. Despite how amazingly hot she was, she rarely got compliments. Maybe people were intimidated by her looks. She modeled the short blue skirt for him, although she refrained Ankara escort bayan from spinning around with it. It was a little shorter than the green one and would surely have showed her panties. Little did she know he had already seen them.

Joe’s heart was beating like a hammer when he said: “Actually, I think I liked the other one better. Could you put that back on?” He just had to see those panties again.

His mom paused. She was probably wondering whether he was serious or just giving her a hard time. Seeming to making up her mind, she told him once again to close his eyes. He watched her intently between his fingers. This time instead of dropping the skirt to the ground she bent down all the way with it, pushing it slowly down her thighs and calves. Her ass was even closer to him now as she bent. He licked his lips, hungrily staring at his mom’s exquisite bottom. She stood up, stepped over into the original green skirt, and bent again to pull it up. He was extremely disappointed when her panties were covered up.

“Ok,” she told him.

He uncovered his eyes and smiled at her. “Wow, mom, you look really hot.” My God, he immediately thought. Did I really just say that?

She gasped and then blushed a little. “Babe!! You shouldn’t say that about your mother.” She paused to study herself in the mirror. “But, you know, I do agree with you.” She did a quick spin, fully revealing her long slender thighs and sexy panties for a couple seconds, her son momentarily forgotten. “Mhmm. Ok, next. Hand me that dress.”

Joe did as his mom requested. This time he was given a real treat. First his mom dropped the skirt, then she pulled off her top as well. Now she was almost fully nude, wearing just a small, thin pair of panties and a tight bra. His eyes totally ate up the image. Her nipples could clearly be seen poking through the fabric of her bra, and her pubic hair was as visible as ever. He had an enormous erection now from watching his mother continually dress and undress. Sadly, she pulled on the dress before his eyes could gobble up any more. The dress was a red formal thing with a long zipper in the back. He watched her reach for the zipper, give it a brief try and then quickly give up. She turned to look at him and he almost made the mistake of uncovering his eyes before she said it was ok.

“Ok,” she said. He opened his eyes. “I need you to zip me up please, hon.” She stepped back towards him, standing between his legs with her back to. Joe leaned forward, reveling in the opportunity to touch his mom. He was beyond reason right now. All he cared about was pushing the envelope with his mother. Eagerly he grabbed the zipper. It was about halfway down her ass. He gazed up the length of the opening, his eyes lingering at her bra strap. Somehow this was sexier than seeing her naked. Licking his lips, he refocused his attention and tugged up on the zipper. It didn’t move. He tried again and it still did not move. His mom’s ass swayed as he pulled up with force on the zipper. Nothing.

“It’s stuck, mom.”

She scoffed. “You’re a big strong boy, Joey. Try harder.”

Joe nodded at her in the mirror and gently rested his hand on his mother’s hip. Using that for leverage, he tugged up as hard as he could. The zipper moved, but only barely. Encourage, Joe braced his mother by squeezing her hip and pulling up even harder. He made the mistake of pulling more towards him than up, however, and his mom came tumbling back against him. Thankfully, she landed on his thigh, avoiding his enormous erection. She sat there straddling his thigh and knee, her warm crotch pushing down against her son’s flesh, giggling. Joe rested his hands on her hips. His mom’s soft body felt wonderful in his hands and against his leg.

“Great, honey. If you break that you’re going to have to pay for it.” She giggled in spite of herself. “But I guess it’s already broken.” Her ass was grinding against his upper thigh, only inches from his huge hard-on. If she felt that it would be a disaster. He pushed her up off his thigh, maybe a little too hard. She turned to him and made a face. “Gee, babe, thanks for the help up.”

He smiled weakly. This was getting to be too much. He had to get out of here before he did something he would regret. Unfortunately, his mom still had several articles of clothing left, and his erection would make walking pretty tough as well. He was stuck. He would just have to tough it out.

Next was a pair of khakis. His mom had just changed out of that dress and had no other tops to try on, so she was just in the bra and pants when she told him to look. He swallowed and told her she looked good.

“Hmm.” She studied herself. “I don’t know, this waist seems a little tight.” Indeed, the pants were extremely tight. They left nothing to the imagination – all of her lower curves were on display. “What do you think, babe?” She moved closed, took her son’s hand and guided it to her waist. She was standing between his Escort Ankara legs once again. Her large breasts and smooth sexy tummy were only inches from his face. He did as instructed, slipping his fingers into the waistband of her pants as she had done to him earlier. He did it directly above the zipper, causing his fingers to reach almost down to her crotch. Joe tugged on his mom’s pants, pulling her a little closer to him in the process. She looked down at him between her breasts. “Well?”

Joe gently removed his hand from his mother. “They feel pretty good to me, mom.”

Satisfied, she stepped away. Then, without telling him to close his eyes, she took off the pants. Joe stared at his mother as she stripped down to her bra and panties once again. Apparently she was now comfortable with him being here while she changed. Continuing to act like it was no big deal, his mom placed a hand on his thigh as she leaned forward to take the next article of clothing off the bench. It was one of the teddies she liked to wear to bed. Standing directly in front of her son, she arched her back and pushed her chest and crotch forward as she pulled on the teddy. It was light blue and did not even cover her panties. In the mirror, Joe gazed at her mostly bare ass.

She stood very close to Joe as she modeled this piece. “Do you like it, hon?” Her voice was a little lower now. Was he crazy, or was his mom coming on to him?! She leaned forward, pushing her breasts toward her son. Each hand was resting on one of his thighs. She whispered in a husky voice: “Do I look good to you, baby?”

Just then, a loud knock startled both of them. “Shit,” she exclaimed. She went over to the door. Joe watched the movement of her ass as she made the few steps journey. “Yes?” she called. Silence. She opened the door and looked out. There was no one there. It must have just been someone in the next room banging something against the wall. His mom shut the door, lingering there for a few moments, while Joe tried to figure out what had almost just happened. His gaze remained fixated on his mom’s sexy ass, which was peeking out beneath the teddy and her clinging panties.

When she turned, she briefly regarded her son and then promptly undressed. Joe watched while she dropped the teddy in the corner and tugged her tight jeans back on. She said nothing until she was fully clothed and back at the stall’s exit. Without looking at him she said, “Wait here. I’ll be back soon.” Then she was gone.

Joe had a good while to think about what was happening between he and his mother. He had a hard time concentrating with the enormous erection pulsating between his legs, though. He wanted his mother so badly right now. The taboo was not enough to stop his hungering lust for her. Joe decided he would go with whatever his mom decided to do about it.

She did not return for about half an hour. Once she did, what she was carrying caused Joe’s jaw to drop: a large Victoria’s Secret bag. She placed it on the bench and stood in front of her son, looking down. “Unzip me please, hon.”

Joe obediently reached out to undo the button on his mom’s jeans. His fingers brushed against the smooth skin of her stomach as he worked the button. Once that was done, he gently pulled the zipper all the way down. Her pubic hair peeked through the opening in her jeans and the very thin fabric of her panties. Joe swallowed dryly and looked up at his mother.

“Thank you.” She stepped back and undressed for him. When she was just in bra and panties, she reached into the bag and pulled out a tangle of items. She paused to look at Joe. “Close your eyes, babe!” She gave him a mean face. “I won’t have you peeking.”

He shut and blocked his eyes and decided he would not spy on her. He was not quite ready to see his mom in the nude. A few moments later, she told him it was okay to look. Joe opened his eyes and was totally shocked. His mother was facing him wearing leopard print bra and panties with black lace trim. Both pieces were much too small for her so she was practically bursting out of them. In fact, her bra was not even fully on. It had an undone clasp in the front between her breasts, and she was holding the two halves of the bra together, looking at her son with dismay.

“Joey,” she whined. “Help me with this clasp? I can’t seem to get it.” She stepped forward and then turned around, placing her ass directly in front of his face. The panties fit snugly against her generous ass cheeks. It was the most erotic thing Joe had ever seen. She looked at him in the mirror. “Babe?”

Nervously, Joe stood up behind his mother, his shaft only inches from her ass. “We should do it in front of the mirror,” he managed to get out. His mother nodded and took the few steps to the mirror. Joe took his place behind his mother and reached his arms around, leaning forward so that his erection would not bump into her. Using the mirror as a guide, he grabbed either side of the clasp. His mom surprised him by letting go, forcing him to hold the bra firmly against her breasts so that it wouldn’t move. He could feel her nipples beneath the leopard print fabric. She dropped her arms down so that his arms were now tucked underneath hers.

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1.

Lauren Rothwell – nee Blenkinsop and boy was she glad to get rid of that – glances through the kitchen window over the pile of breakfast dishes she has been washing and smiles at the sight of her husband John enjoying some nude sunbathing out in the secluded garden of the family home, his head buried in a paperback novel as he reclines lackadaisically on the sun lounge. Lauren is also in the nude since the Rothwells are a naturist family – and more besides – although it isn’t often that she and John find themselves alone like this, their daughter Bethany and John’s mother Audrey having gone into town to have their hair done while Kyle, John and Lauren’s handsome athletic son, is out enjoying another of his regular Saturday morning jogs through the nearby woods.

After another fantastic family orgy the night before when John and Kyle had fucked their female relations until they’d screamed for mercy before indulging in a spot of father and son gay incest while the ladies watched, John had given his wife another good seeing to that morning after the rest of the family had gone about their respective business. Lauren’s cunt still feels pleasurably sore from the pounding it received from her husband’s all-conquering prick as she places the last of the dishes on the draining board and turns towards the study, deciding to leave John to his novel while she gets on with her latest erotic story. She logs onto her computer and gets the incomplete tale up on the screen, all about an incestous family drawn from her own experiences.

The day is filled with the magic of summertime, the air soft with the scent of honeysuckle and just a small hint of a breeze floating in through the open window of the study. Lauren sits herself naked in front of her computer and re-reads the part of the story she has written so far, making a few alterations here and there and checking her punctuation and typing errors. Soon, she is thoroughly absorbed in her task and as she starts to add further passages of prose, she cannot get the words down quick enough as lots of new horny ideas occur to her.

Meanwhile, out in the garden, John throws the trashy novel he has been trying to read to one side and stretches his body, still lithe and supple for a man in his early forties thanks to regular visits to the gym, into a more comfortabler position on the sun lounge. He closes his eyes and for several relaxing minutes drifts off into a semi-conscious doze, having first covered himself in oil to protect himself from the rays of the rapidly sweltering sun.

John isn’t sure how long he has been dozing, probably half an hour or more, when he hears the gate open and, looking up, smiles as he sees his son Kyle returning from his morning run, looking incredibly handsome and sexy in his sports kit, a tight pair of figure-hugging white shorts and a matching white singlet. The shorts accentuate Kyle’s ass cheeks and dent into his crack, so tight they look like they have been painted onto his visually attractive twenty-one years old bottom while his singlet enhances his broad shoulders and his perfect swimmer’s build.

“Hi, son,” says John, reaching down and stroking his prick and coaxing it back to life, not that it needs much in the way of persuasion, “good run?”

“Sure was, dad,” replies Kyle, looking and feeling thoroughly exhilarated as he advances further into the garden, his own cock swelling inside his shorts as he eyes up his father’s growing erection, “you should have come with me.”

John often accompanies Kyle on jogging sessions but, after the party the night before, he had slept late before settling his unfinished business with Lauren.

“I will next time, son,” replies John, gazing at the now formidable bulge tenting out the front of Kyle’s shorts. “Looks like you’re feeling horny again.”

“You know me, dad,” laughs Kyle, “always horny. And I could say the same about you,” he adds, his eyes feasting on his father’s now very full erection and rubbing his own hard-on through his shorts. “Did you fuck mom this morning?”

Kyle had left for his run very early before the rest of his family were awake, surprising himself that he felt energetic enough to do so after having given every member of his family a thoroughly good series of fuckings at the previous night’s gangbang.

“You know I did,” replies John, enjoying the little word game as a build-up to some more hot action, “and that was a great fuck you gave us all last night, too, your gran couldn’t get enough,” John continues as images of his mother Audrey taking her grandson’s prick up both her holes in rapid succession come back into his mind’s eye. “She loves taking it in that old cunt of hers and her asshole, too. Did you enjoy watching me fuck your mom, gran and sister, too?”

John smiles at Kyle, knowing full well what his son’s answer will be.

“Too fucking right I did, dad,” says Kyle automatically, still fondling his prick and glancing towards the house. “Where is everyone?”

“Your mom’s indoors,” says John, “probably at her computer again writing another one of her dirty stories. Ankara bayan escort Be a darned sight better than this ridiculous novel, that’s for sure,” he adds, indicating the paperback cast to one side. “Your sis and gran have gone into town to have their hair done.”

“What, again?” laughs Kyle.

“You know what women are,” says John, laughing with his son and agreeing with him. Women are gorgeous creatures but funny, too, John thinks, the way some things – like a haircut, for instance, which to him were of only minor importance – become big social events in the day-to-day calendars of female folk.

Like with the paperback, John quickly casts all thought of women’s hair-do’s to one side and turns his attention back to admiring proudly his handsome son standing in frunt of him in his running gear with his erect cock pressing up against his shorts, creating an obscene but paradoxically beautiful bulge. Kyle is feeling as horny as fuck while his hard cock seems like it is ready to split his skimpy shorts in two.

“You look great in those little white shorts, son,” John says, “they’re really tight and show that bulge and your ass off spectacularly.”

“Thanks, dad,” replies Kyle, “I know you like seeing my ass in my shorts,” he adds, moving up closer to his father and enjoying the feel of his ass cheeks rubbing together inside his shorts. He turns to show John in close-up his shorts-clad posterior, the material of his shorts stretching taut across the rounded arcs of his buns and pleased to hear his father’s low whistle of admiration, feeling no embarrassment, just excitememt as he stands there enjoying having his father ogling his firm muscular backside.

John’s mouth is watering as his eyes take in the delicious view of his son’s tight butt cheeks. Without waiting to be asked, knowing Kyle will not object, he reaches out with his hands and begins to stroke the young encased cheeks of his own son, cupping the buttocks in his hands and enjoying the feel of their texture through the shorts. Kyle’s ass jiggles to his father’s touch and his prick responds accordingly.

“Oh yeah, dad,” says Kyle, leaning forward slightly, “I’m pleased you like my ass so much.”

“It’s a beautiful ass, son,” replies John, still kneading it in his hands, “nice and firm as male asses should be.”

“You’ve got a great ass, too, dad,” says Kyle, “I really enjoyed fucking it last night just as much as I did the ladies.”

“Play your cards right, son, and you can fuck it again this morning,” says John, “my ass is always available as I hope yours is.”

“Of course,” replies Kyle, “it’s great being perverts, eh dad? Who wants to be normal?”

“Indeed it is,” says John, “and great how we all give each other the freedom to enjoy sex even when we’re not all here.”

John and Kyle both know that Audrey and Bethany will not have any objections once they find out their menfolk were having some fun while they were away since, happily, nobody tries to steal one another, they are all happy to suck and fuck in a group or a threesome or on a one-to-one basis as John has done many times with his mother and daughter and Lauren with her son. Lauren and Bethany also enjoys lots of incestuous lesbianism with each other, too, and sometimes Audrey joins in, usually when her son John and grandson Kyle are out jogging together in the woods.

Thus, with no fears of retribution, John leans forward and begins to kiss and lick the back of Kyle’s shorts, leaving little patches of saliva over the taut material and enjoying himself immensely, almost as if he is treating his son’s ass to his undivided attention for the very first time when, in point of fact, father and son have enjoyed lots of rimming sessions since Kyle became old enough to be considered a consenting adukt and thus a fully paid-up member of the Rothwell Family Sex Club.

“That’s it, dad, lick my ass through my shorts,” says Kyle, “your tongue is so nice and hot.”

Kyle looks over his shoulder and reaches round and places a hand on John’s head, pulling his face closer until it is completely buried in his ass, then with his other hand he reaches inside the right leg of his shorts and quickkly releases his hard throbbing cock and larger than average balls into the sexually charged atmosphere …

2.

Back in the house, Lauren has satisfactorily completed several new passages to her latest story when she hears the unmistakeable sounds of male foreplay coming through the window and realises Kyle has returned from his run and that he and John are again going gay with each other. She quickly saves what she has written, shuts down her computer and then hurries over to the window and peers out.

“Fuck, that looks real good,” Lauren says to herself as her eyes take in the intense scene and she begins to finger her fanny as she watches her husband licking their son’s ass as Kyle wanks his thick rod. Lauren is a real fetishist when it comes to male backsides and loves looking at Kyle’s bum, not to mention licking her son’s asshole and fucking it with her strap-on. Now, she Escort bayan Ankara is happy to watch the show, letting her eyes feast on Kyle’s delicious ass, the firm rumps still encased in his tight white shorts protruding erotically out from the tops of his legs as her husband does the honors, running his hot paternal tongue over every inch of Kyle’s young sexy bottom.

After five minutes, John looks up from licking Kyle’s ass and gives it a little pat with the flat of his hand. Kyle takes this as an invitation to turn round and he does so, pointing his stiff pole towards his father’s mouth. Lauren gasps at the equally bewitching sight of her son’s aroused prick poking out through the right leg of his shorts, never ceasing to be amazed at the power Kyle possesses in turning her on.

“Fuck, that cock is gorgeous,” muses Lauren, as if she has never seen it before, aroused or otherwise, “just like the rest of him. The kid’s wasted in that insurance office, he ought to be doing porn for a living. I’m the proudest mother in the world.”

“Suck my prick, dad,” Lauren hears Kyle implore to John, her mouth drooling as she watches her son peeling back his foreskin and exposing his round bulbous knobhead, pink and glistening in the glare of the summer sunshine, dusting the garden with dappled shadows, “take it all the way into your mouth.”

Slightly fatigued he might be from his recent run but Kyle is never too tired when it comes to more lavish helpings of hot family sex. John, spurred on by Kyle’s words of encouragement even though he doesn’t really need any, shifts himself into a more comfortable sitting position on the edge of the sun lounge and immediately takes his son’s cock into his mouth, gagging as the head hits the back of his throat. Kyle has his back to the house, unaware that he is treating his mother to a perfect view of his athletic legs and firm masculine ass.

“I’d always knew he’d be a big boy one day,” says Lauren to herself as she continues looking at her son’s bottom with unwavering eyes, fancying him more, it seems to her, than she has ever done before, “and there’s no doubt about it, my boy has a perfect body. Those legs, that adorable face, that ass, that cock!”

Lauren’s mouth is drooling as she fixes her eyes steadfastly on Kyle and especially his ass which he is showcasing to perfection in his tight white shorts, framed by his matching singlet, the lower half of which is level with the waistband of the shorts at the top of Kyle’s perfectly sculptured buttocks.

Out of the corners of his eyes, John sees his wife watching and playing with herself at the window and smiles as he realises she is hungrily ogling their son’s ass. “We have an audience, son,” John says, momentarily relinquishing Kyle’s prick from his mouth before resuming sucking with renewed vigor.

Kyle looks over his shoulder and smiles at the sight of his naked mother framed in the window of the house and playing with her gorgeous juicy fanny and realises she must have been clocking his ass and watching him and John for some time.

“Hi, mom,” he says, “why don’t you bring those lovely big tits and that tasty cunt of yours out here and join us?”

“I have every intention of doing so, sweetheart,” Lauren replies, disappearing from the window and reappearing seconds later on the veranda. “I’ve been enjoying myself looking at that gorgeous ass of yours and watching your dad suck you off.”

Kyle is overjoyed to hear his mother voice her appreciation of the visual delights of his bum and his mouth fills with saliva as Lauren starts to walk towards him and John, his eyes taking in Lauren’s divine tits and trim shaved pussy and all the time his excitement increasing at the prospect of a hot and shameless threesome with his own parents.

“I heard what your dad said,” says Lauren as she reaches her husband and son and John sits back to let his wife fold herself into Kyle’s welcoming arms, gasping as his hard cock presses up against her pussy and reaching round with her hands to grip Kyle’s buns. “You’re such a horny sod and you really do have a terrific ass,” Kyle’s mother continues, kneading his bottom in her hands.

“Thanks, mom,” replies Kyle, ” you and dad never stop telling me what a great ass I have, I’m pleased it turns you both on so much.”

“Sure fucking does, son,” says John as Kyle lowers his head and sticks out his offspring tongue to lick and suck Lauren’s tits, munching on the dark aureoles and tasting his mother’s erect nipples for several minutes before coming up for air. Lauren simultaneously lets go of Kyle’s ass and moves round behind her son to get a better look, kneeling down and letting her admiring eyes take in a mouth-watering close-up view of Kyle’s perfect bum, still emphasised by his close-fitting shorts while completely overwhelmed by an all-consuming feeling of pride that it was she who gave birth to such a wonderful sexy man.

Lauren resumes fondling and kneading the beguiling cheeks with her hands while John resumes the suck job, every now and then making little gagging sounds as the head of Bayan escort Ankara Kyle’s prick puffs out his facial cheeks and nudges the back of his throat. Kyle is overjoyed to be on the receiving end of so much sexual attention from his loving parents.

“Mom,” says Kyle, “would you like to fuck my ass with your strap-on like you did the other day?”

“I sure would, sweetheart,” answers Lauren, her eyes unwavering as, with a heightened feeling of awe and wonder, she carries on letting her hands explore every inch of Kyle’s backside with her touchy feely hands, “and later I want to watch you take it up the ass from your father, too. But right now I just want to gaze at and touch your spectacular posterior.”

With that, Lauren slips her thumbs into the waistband of Kyle’s shorts and starts to take them down, little by little, slowly exposing Kyle’s tremendous bare ass while his aroused prick stands erect and proud, his humungous balls filled with cum. Kyle leans forward, displaying his now naked ass more prominently and enjoying showing it off to his mother, only too happy to do so knowing how much she is besotted with it. John and Lauren, for their part, are not only thrilled to the core that Kyle has inherited their love of sex but also their thorough enjoyment of hardcore exhibitionism as well.

As Kyle continues letting Lauren inspect his now bare ass, she cops another feel of it, touching it up with one hand while snaking the other through Kyle’s legs to fondle his genitalia as Kyle lifts his singlet over his head, shakes off his boots and socks, and joins his parents in unashamed full frontal nudity.

John stops sucking Kyle and stands back to look at his son’s smooth and well-defined six- pack, tweaking the young man’s nipples before sucking them into his mouth while Lauren goes straight for the rim job of Kyle’s naked asshole, sticking out her hot wet tongue and plunging it straight into the welcoming orifice of Kyle’s anus. Kyle bends over and clasps his buns with his hands, spreading them to give Lauren’s tongue better access to his fuck pit as John starts to masturbate as he watches.

“That’s it, honey,” he says, “lick our boy’s ass. This is one hot and horny threesome,” he adds enthusiastically after watching his wife rim his son for five minutes or more, Kyle grunting with pleasure as, every now and then, his mother’s tongue nudges his sphincter, “better than any porn film that’s ever been made.”

“Sure is, dad,” replies Kyle, standing up and turning to face his father who immediately drops to his knees and takes his offspring’s cock back into his mouth. It is now Lauren’s turn to watch and she lies back on the sun lounge with one hand cupped around her tits while furiously fingering her fanny and working up her sex juices with the other …

3.

Kyle has, indeed, inherited a very strong exhibitionist streak and feels great as he stands naked in front of his parents with his hard throbbing cock in his hand, enjoying having the very people who gave him life ogling his manhood just as he had done when showing off to them his ass. He has a great relationship with his mother and father, as he does with his sister and grandmother, none of them bothered that society frowns on their chosen lifestyle. They are all adults with minds of their own and are firmly committed to enjoying sex with each other.

Like his father, Kyle has no problems with erections, he can stay hard for as long as it takes and is immensely proud with what nature has bestowed on him. John loves sucking his son’s prick but after ten minutes or so of tasting it and licking Kyle’s balls, has had to come up for air, allowing Lauren to seize the opportunity, moving round to sit next to her husband and immediately taking Kyle’s cock into her mouth to continue the parental administrations. Lauren is just as enamoured with Kyle’s prick as she is his ass and Kyle is in paradise as his parents give him alternate blowjobs.

“Mom, you are such a great fucking cock sucker,” says Kyle, placing his hands on Lauren’s head, his balls slapping against her chin as Lauren licks the pre-cum from around Kyle’s knobhead, his foreskin fully retracted while John lies back and resumes masturbating. “You and dad are the best parents any son could wish for.”

“And you’re the best son any parents could wish for, too,” says John, “your mom and I are so proud of you and we love you very much.”

“Thanks, dad,” says Kyle, “and I love both of you very much, too, and this looks like it is shaping up to be a really great threesome.”

“You’re insatiable, son,” laughs John, “its only less than twenty-four hours since our last full family orgy.”

“Like you said, dad,” replies Kyle in all seriousness, “we’re always horny and that’s the best thing about being an incest family. Means we can enjoy lots of hot sex together whenever we like.”

“Mmm,” is all Lauren can manage to say in agreement since her mouth is still crammed full with Kyle’s prick. Out of necessity for fear of blowing his load too soon, John reluctantly slows down the tempo of his wanking and changes position yet again, re-sitting nect to his wife and sticking out his tongue to lick Kyle’s balls while Lauren continues to suck his prick. Kyle feels like he is in a dream with his cock in his mother’s mouth and his balls in his father’s.

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There comes a time in every woman’s life when she has to stop and say to herself, “Where am I now? Where am I going? How did I get here?” And then there are times that those are pretty darn dumb questions. Where am I now? I’m bent over the leading edge of a table. My hands are tied together and the nylon stocking used for that is looped over something on the far side. My stocking toes are barely able to touch the floor and I’m quite stretched out with my bottom in the air. Where am I going? Absolutely no where until Randi (probably not her real name but then I’m not really named Allison either) whom I can see approaching me in the mirror with a big strapon and an even bigger grin decides I’m done. How did I get here? Now that’s the story.

I was horny and I had time on my hands, a bad combination. My husband was overseas, which accounted for being horny; and my children were at their grandparents, which is why I had free time. It was Friday night and I had made excuses which allowed me to be by myself until Sunday morning. I got dressed up and went to town.

“To town” meant traveling about an hour and a half to a nice size southern city. I was dressed in what I liked to refer to as my “hunting outfit”. It consisted of a black skirt two inches above my knees matched with a cream colored blouse cut low, the cleavage somewhat disguised to the casual eye by ruffles. Under them I wore a black lacey bra that unhooked in front (speed you know) with black panties over a matching garter belt and dark seamed stockings. Final touch was a nice pair of black heels.

I had never been to the club I was headed for but I had researched it and thought it was perfectly suited for me. Ostensibly a gay club, the drag shows on the top floor catered to the tourist trade. If someone I knew actually saw me there I could admit I had come there for that and wonder loudly where my out-of-town friends that I had brought to see it had got to. Actually my plan was to head down the stairs to the bottom floor, where I hoped to meet another nice female interested in the same thing I was.

Now don’t get me wrong. I like men. I like having sex with men. But having affairs with men tends to get sticky (pun intended), even casual ones. I am also attracted to women and have discovered that when my urges reach a certain point I prefer to look for another woman. It doesn’t happen often but it happens. Another married woman is best because there are no strings attached and when we part (happily one hopes) we can both head back to our husbands without worries of pursuit by flowers and love letters.

That may sound as if I have a high opinion of myself and my sexual desirability. On the contrary, while I would love to look like Cindy Crawford (or wake up with her for that matter) I am an average woman in her mid-forties in an average mid-forties body. I am 5’6″, weigh 10 pounds more than I should and have black hair and brown eyes. I have 36C breasts and a butt, that despite all efforts and exercises, is beginning to slide down the back of my thighs. I am still reasonably attractive. I get offers, both from guys and gals, and usually end up with someone when the night is over (I consider that time another women exited my hotel room at full speed alternately clutching her unbuttoned blouse and partially unzipped skirt to be a minor aberration).

I had previously removed my wedding rings. I thought, after all, no need appearing I was a complete slut (certainly didn’t help in THAT regard I was to discover). I entered the downstairs bar room and immediately headed for a stool. I had previously found that a booth provided less range for looking and showing off, and was also harder to escape from when cornered. I ordered a drink and started to survey the room.

I didn’t see anyone I particularly was attracted too. A number of gay guys, at least one femme I suspected was using a fake idea to get in the club and a group of women shooting pool was about all my eyes caught. I shrugged, after all, can’t expect to get immediately lucky (although I don’t know why not…and ONCE would be nice) and turned back to my drink.

“Hey there, honey,” came a voice beside me. I turned and surveyed the woman next to me. I crossed my legs, allowing my skirt to ride up a bit; casually lit a cigarette and made a witty remark to her. Yeah, sure I did. I looked at 6 feet of denim and leather, choked on my cigarette (I don’t smoke often, which helps explain that), and Ankara bayan escort emitted several “Eeeek, eeekkkk, EEEKKKKK” sounds guaranteed to assure her I was not the least bit intimidated by her.

“I guess we’re here for the same thing,” she winked at me. I desperately wanted to respond, “No, I’m here to pick up a woman,” but thought better of it. Instead I surveyed her. Other than the “Mother” tattoo on one brawny arm and the “Death Before Dishonor” one with the pierced skull and dripping dagger on the other she looked perfectly feminine. Her leather wrist buckles and camouflage bandana nicely complimented her sleeveless denim vest. And certainly her combat boots went well with her leather pants. She emphasized her innocent intentions by putting her hand on my leg. “Nice,” she complemented me, adding to it by slipping her hand up under my skirt and gently squeezing, leaving a readable impression of her fingerprints on the inside of my thigh that stayed for a week. (I was to discover that was the least of my worries when it can to reminders in the week or two after.)

I realize from watching nature programs I was feeling the “fight or flight” syndrome. Since the latter was my only choice I should have immediately started running, even if it meant abandoning my favorite pair of high heels. However I was as paralyzed as a chicken facing a hawk (not an entirely inappropriate simile, especially considering my stuffing later on). “My name’s Randi and I sure am, Sweetcheeks,” she boomed. I almost fainted when presented with this display of wit. I doubt fainting would have slowed her down, although it might have saved me from walking to my own doom.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah, Allison,” I finally managed to get out. I thought about adding either “Pleased to meet you,” or “PLEASE don’t eat me,” but decided the first was not true and the second a waste of time.

Randi (I still cringe at that name) idly picked up my left hand and inspected it. “Married,” she commented. “Left your rings off but I can tell.” I was floored. I had never expected meet a female Sherlock Holmes in size 12 boots. “Oh well, you’re probably not the greatest fuck around but hell, I’m horny and you’ll do.” (Be still my beating heart!) She lifted me off the bar stool, told the bartender “Put her drink on my tab Danny,” and clamping one hand to my ass we left in the glorious pursuit of romance.

I was astounded to find her mode of transport was neither a motorcycle nor a pickup (I drive a pickup myself so no sneers please). It was a Camaro, about a 1988 model in yellow with racing stripes. When she got in the driver’s side I thought I had an escape window as I walked around the back of the car. This was dashed when she reached out, jerked me into her lap and with a muttered “Watch your feet there girlie” slammed the door. We drove to her apartment, my arms around her. This seemed to make her think I was inspired as she answered by jerking my skirt up and reaching under it, searching for mushrooms no doubt. In actuality I was terrified by her driving while trying to gnaw through my blouse and bra and wanted to be holding on to something sturdy when we crashed. She qualified as that.

We reached her apartment in about 10 minutes, although it felt like it was no more than 2 days. She led me to the door, still squeezing my ass as though she expected to knead it into bread dough. She also entertained me with a recital of exactly what fun we were going to have. It reminded me I should have taken on the whole Sigma Delta fraternity when asked in college. It would have been a warm up for this. We entered, she kicked the beer cans out of the way and I was alone with my seductive temptress.

Randi spun me around and pressed me against the wall. She took both my hands in one of hers and trapped them above my head. Bending her head she kissed me. Actually I’ve seen assaults that were gentler than her kissing but something in me was calling (ET phone home doubtlessly) and I opened my mouth to her demanding tongue. As it explored the inside of my mouth I felt her other hand unbutton my blouse to the waist. In one quick move she opened the front catch on my bra and took a rapidly hardening nipple in her fingers. Her body continued to pin mine to the wall as she began to roll my nipple, then pinch it. As I moaned into her mouth she shifted and released my wrists so she could capture my other breast. The nipple of that breast immediately came under attack. Escort bayan Ankara She stopped kissing me and leaned back a little, staring in my eyes as she suddenly twisted both my nipples as though they were threaded on and she wanted them for souvenirs.

“Good,” she said. “I think you’ll do.” (Just my luck to finally pass a test after flunking them ever since grade school.) “Only two things femme’s are good for. Lets see if you can do both.”

She pushed on my shoulders, dropping me to my knees. Not that I was unwilling to go there but she was insuring I knew who was in charge. She ordered me to unfasten her jeans (fine, but does everyone always insist I use my teeth to take their panties down?) and pull them off her. In contrast to outside appearances I saw her dark bush was short and neatly trimmed. Grabbing my hair she interrupted my examination by pulling my face right up to it.

“MMMmmmmmmmmmmm, lick it you little slut,” she commanded. “Put your tongue right in my pussy.” (What else did she think I was planning on doing down there, singing for my supper?) “That’s all you femmes are good for.” (I am SO flattered when I get compliments like that) I actually was enjoying myself, the barrage of insults not withstanding. I had burrowed through the forest and was sucking her swollen lips into my mouth. Tasting them I then wiggled my tongue into her rather juicy pussy. I followed by lapping up and down, dragging my tongue in broad strokes in her opened slit. As do all artists I endured the comments and criticisms.

“Oh yessssssssssssss, You do that so well. This isn’t the first cunt you’ve had that married tongue up is it slut?” (of course it is, that’s why I was cruising a gay bar.) She grabbed my hair and pulled and attempted to insert my entire face inside her by humping with her hips. I found that little movement on my part was needed as she simply pulled my tongue up and down her by raising and lowering my head alternating hair pulls and shoves on the top of my head as required. “Oh yeah, tongue fuck me.” I responded by drilling her with my tongue, rapidly stabbing it in and out of her. She slammed her hips into my face, depositing any makeup I had left on her and then washing it down river (so to speak). “Come on you cuntlicking little whore, make me cum. And swallow every drop you femme tramp.” (shades of my high school boyfriend!). I fortunately secured my lips on her swollen clit and sucked and tongued it until I was rewarded by her cries and shivers announcing her orgasm.

Randi dropped my hair (fortunately without removing too much by the roots) and complimented me. “For a little married harlot (where the heck did she learn that word?) you’re a pretty good cuntlicker.” She lifted me to my feet and pushed me over to a large desk. “Let’s see if you’re worth a shit as the OTHER thing a femme is good for.” She bent me over the table (what? You expected me to argue with her?) and proceeded to use an old pair of stockings to tie my hands together and then to the far edge of the desk. She inspected her handiwork and politely asked me “Loose the heels, slut,” and readjusted the bonds until I was on my tiptoes. I heard her fumbling in a desk drawer.

She walked back around in front to me to do two things. First was to adjust the freestanding mirror so I could see the entire proceedings (not unlike placing a mirror under the victim at a guillotine to afford him the enjoyment of seeing the blade fall). The second was to step up to me and slap both cheeks with her strapon. Great, all the butches in the world and I had to get picked up by one who spurned “extra large” in favor of “mammoth” when she shopped for strapons.

Now that I had the treat of seeing a latex horse cock she whistled as she went back behind me and jerked my skirt up over my back. She reached down and tore my panties off, tossing them back out of the way with a nice “I’ll keep these as a souvenir.” Then Casey stepped up to the bat.

She began the festivities by slapping my right ass cheek with a mild swing that didn’t move me down the table sideways more than a foot or so. Seeing I was getting out of position she repeated the favor by slapping the left cheek even harder. My attempts to reason with her by crying out “Ouchhhhhhhhhh” and “THAT HURTS!” where met by harder and harder spanks till my ass was burning and I’m sure quite red. Standing right up to me she thrust her womancock between my legs and opened my slit, which Bayan escort Ankara was already dripping from the combination of excitement and pain. She rocked it back and forth, sliding along it. At the end of each push the head contacted my clit and rubbed over it. My breath was beginning to come faster and faster and I closed my eyes as the stimulation had me gasping. Finally some sweet loving (assuming you discount my ass being barbqued).

Okay, so I’m an idiot. At that point Randi said, “Okay, that’s enough lube,” and took one step back. With a hearty “Here we go you fuck slut,” she positioned the head of the strapon against my anal ring and began to push. I cried out, never having had the end of a baseball bat shoved up my ass, “Oh GAWD, stop it! I can’t take that.”

“Ah shut up bitch,” was her encouraging reply. “I wasn’t asking you.” She leaned over and shoved a small pillow in my mouth. “Chew on that while you get what’s yours. Besides,” I heard a swish and then noted my eyeballs tried to pop out as a leather belt hit each ass cheek once, “You wouldn’t want to piss me off would ya’?” Faced with that inescapable logic I stood as high as I could on my tiptoes and simply clamped down on the pillow as Randi entered my ass. “Ohhhhhhhh mmyyyyyyyy GAWDDDD,” I moaned as the head of the dildo finally popped into me (Memories of my face in the mirror have kept me from ever stuffing a turkey again. I know just how they feel)..

“Oh good, got THAT part over,” Randi smiled. She settled her hands on my hips and proceeded to slam the whole thing into me. I reared and bucked and tears flowed down my face as I attempted to get away from being completely split in half. She took this as another compliment and returned them in her usual jovial manner. “Take it you little bitch. Yeah, I know you’re loving my cock in your whore ass. TAKE IT. Never gonna want your husband’s weenie anywhere when I get done fucking you. Married slut, you’ll be back here begging for me to treat you like all femmes should be.”

Amazingly, my ass somehow was adjusted to her thrusts and beginning to feel good. Her powerful hip crushed my pussy against the desk edge, mashing my clit. The back and forth scraping of my nipples over whatever was on top of the desk all served to suddenly arouse me to the point I had hoped I would be when I left the house that evening. Spitting out the pillow I screamed “Fuck me you dyke bitch. Make me think you’re a woman back there.”

I have never known when to just shut up. Rand’s eyes widened and she grabbed my hair with one hand and raked my ass with her nails (what the hell she was doing with long nails I never asked). Her hips blurred as she drug the strapon till only the head was lodged in my anal ring and then used her weight to bury it back in me. She fucked me, gasping and moaning now to match me, until I heard her, “OH YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, what a fuck you are you slut bitch.” She screamed. I screamed. We both screamed, if just for cream (I know that’s so bad, but heck) and shared a tremendous orgasm.

After passing out momentarily I regain my sense to feel cold air blowing up my ass where Randi had removed the dildo. She untied me and helped me get my clothes almost in some order. Making sure I had my pocketbook in one hand and my heels in the other she mumbled something about a shower and got on the phone to summon me a cab. Figuring it was over I was astounded when she stopped me as I started to leave. She slipped one hand around my waist and kissed me, gently but with deep feeling. “Thanks honey,” she whispered and then I was gone.

I staggered out of the cab and handing the driver some money. “Thanks for the show, honey” did NOTHING to improve my opinion of my looks and my clothes, or lack of them. I plopped down in the seat and stifled a yell as my butt reminded me of what it had been through. I put on my seat belt (yeah… NOW I’m being careful) and studied my reflection and considered my situation. I was going to be sleeping on my stomach for a few days I knew, assuming I could pad my nipples enough to lay down on them. Probably I was going to have to find a reasonably large cork to stick in my ass till things unstretched. I had lost my best satin panties, had massive runs in my silk stockings and buttons torn off my blouse. My legs ached from supporting myself on my tiptoes and I knew I would have to dress very modestly till the bites and bruises faded. I smiled, I wonder when I could do this again?

(I really started out writing this story seriously. However, as some stories do, it took the bit in its teeth and ran away on its own. I enjoyed chasing it down and writing it when I caught it, and hope if you enjoyed it you’ll let me know.)

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