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After a full day of running around after our kids, you walk in with a “Honey, I’m home” to find me cooking dinner for the two of us. From the hair escaping from my up-do and the dejected posture, you can immediately tell that my day was hectic. Quietly, you place the items you are carrying in an out of the way spot then come up behind me to wrap me in your arms. Burying your head in my neck and kissing me there gently.

As I sink into your embrace, moaning softly, I say “Dinner will be about 10 minutes. I need to finish up the rice and take the enchiladas out of the oven.”

“Perfect!” you say, “I’m going to hop in the shower and wash up quickly.” You kiss me again and head to the bathroom where I hear the water come on. I want to come with you but know the food will burn as we’ll get distracted. When you come back to the kitchen you are clean and bare chested – just a pair of shorts on. The sight makes me smile and lick my lips.

Carrying our now loaded plates to the table, I set yours in front of you as you join me. We both dig tuzla escort into our meal and discuss menial things. Just nice to have someone listen for a change.

Going to take the plates you shake your head. “Leave those for now, I’ll do them”.

We get to the bedroom and you push open the door. You instead reach for me and begin to gently remove my clothing. Kissing me as you work blind. You running your hands along my body. I sink in to you. Pulling back I retie my bun making sure no strands have escaped.

Walking up behind me until I can feel the heat of your body just before you kiss my shoulder and when I try to sneak a kiss at the same time, you grin, knowing I am ready for more. Pulling me into your arms you softly kiss my lips, onto the bedroom. Laying me on the bed lowering yourself between my legs, you softly blow air across my pelvis then slide your hands up to frame my pussy between them. Sliding your thumbs up and down, you stroke me, making me very aware of where you are as I also feel your breath move across me.

As tuzla escort bayan you stroke, you start pulling my pussy lips apart, the evidence of my arousal is right there for you to see. Seeing the wetness, you move your thumbs to the inside of my lips and hold me open before bending your head to drag your tongue from the entrance to my depths to the top of my clit. More juices flow from this stimulation and you dip your tongue down to catch it. Repeating the movement over and over, swirling your tongue and dragging it through my folds, I begin to moan and gasp. As you start to move your tongue faster over me and pausing to suck and nibble at my clit, more fluid flows and I begin to squirm. Holding me down, you begin to lash at my clit firmly, sucking it into your mouth hard causing it to swell and become more sensitive. Releasing it you flick it with your tongue again then set your teeth on it and nibble gently. I scream softly and fluids spill from my body as my back arches off the bed and I orgasm hard.

Quickly getting to your knees, escort tuzla you slide your cock into me, gliding deep while feeling my pussy walls clenching at you. Bringing your face to mine, you kiss me, letting me taste myself on your tongue. Thrusting in and out slowly but firmly, you extend my orgasm letting it squeeze you as you move, as if trying to keep you inside me. One hand comes up to cup my face as you kiss me, my arms around your neck with one hand running through your hair. You continue your thrusts, speeding up as you feel my contractions slowing down. Kissing me with more passion, you move faster, my hips rising to meet yours, my fingers clenching in your hair as I try to pull you further into me. Our movements become more rapid and almost desperate as we both tumble towards orgasm. You swallow my scream seconds before giving me yours as we climax together.

Briefly letting me go, you reach down for the blankets and pull them up over us, then reach to turn out the bedside light. Taking me back into your arms, you roll to your side, keeping your cock in me and entwining our legs and arms around each other. You kiss me softly, whispering of your love and lay your head against mine. We drift to sleep still in that position, satisfied and exhausted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll think about it, okay?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“MOM! What are you doing?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Describe it for me.”

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

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

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

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

“Yes, yes, yes! Ohhhh Fuck!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Does it? Which do you like?”

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

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

“You’re so wet.” He whispered.

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

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

“Yes, I suppose it did.”

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

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

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

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

“You would do that, mom, for me?”

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

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

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

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

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After my conversation with Sam, I was obviously flabbergasted and a little mad. I am very mild-mannered but the conversation at the end of the call drove me crazy: what did he do to make her say what she did? Did he show her what I think he did? Why wasn’t she answering my calls? All kinds of questions went through my head.

I tried to reach her later that morning and afternoon but she would not answer her phone. The first two times it rang until it went to voice-mail. The next couple times it went to voice-mail after two rings. I didn’t leave any voice-mails because I was worried what I might say. I didn’t want to screw things up with her, because she is my world. I’m actually a little glad she didn’t pick up because I probably would have said something brash.

I finally got in touch with her that evening.

She immediately apologized to me “Sorry, Hon! I’m sorry for not picking up! I don’t want to be known as the girl with a boyfriend,” She corrected herself, “I mean the one that is always talking to her boyfriend on the phone”

Like the nice person I am, I accepted her apology, “That’s okay, I guess. I don’t want to be a distraction in your social life. ankara escort So what did you have for breakfast? How is the dining hall?”

“This is hilarious, but we ended up not actually going to breakfast! I guess we kindof got distracted hanging out, and we missed the time-window for breakfast.”

That was strange, because when I talked to her before, she seemed like she was in a hurry to get off the phone to get something in her mouth, “That is funny!” I humored her, “So what did you end up doing, instead?”

“Oh you know how it is? Sometimes you get so into it, you completely lose track of time. -I mean with our conversation” She corrected.

“Oh, I see. So what did you end up discussing?” I asked.

“Well we didn’t really discuss much. We kindof just got really intimate.” She said innocently, “We discovered each other’s family lives and growing up and other stuff.”

I took a risk and decided to change the subject to the morning conversation, “So Sam…after we said ‘bye’ I accidentally heard a little of your conversation and it has been playing tricks on my head.” I wondered, “What was ‘tasty’? And what were you calling ‘so big’?”

“Oh escort ankara my god! You heard that?” She asked credulously, “Well that is just his sense of humor…you know, very low-brow, immature.”

She did not continue, so I prodded her, “How so?”

She bashfully continued, “He showed me a part of his body. AND, If I recall correctly, I actually said ‘he’s so much bigger’, because I’m used to your body, so he just kinda surprised me.”

She was dodging the question, I wasn’t certain if intentionally, “And what part of his body did he show you?”

“You know, I don’t want to embarrass you because it was bigger,” She hesitated; “He’s kindof a jock though, so, you know? His muscle, I guess, is bigger”

I guess she was really worried about offending me, I wasn’t very athletic.

She quickly pivoted to the offensive: “You really shouldn’t be prying into my private conversations! It was between me and my new roommate, so you have no right to be offended.”

“I’m sorry, dear.” I feared I went too far, “I didn’t mean to pry, it was an accident.”

“I guess I’ll forgive you.” She relinquished.

“Great!” A sigh of relief. Curiously, ankara escort bayan I asked, “What are your plans for tonight, then? Meeting up with some new friends?”

“No, I actually really haven’t met many new people. I’ve just been enjoying my new roomie!” She then interrupted herself, “Oh Hon! We are actually going to grab some food now. We have been lounging around all day and haven’t gotten around to eating. We are so drained.”

“Okay?” I was a little confused; if they have been lounging all day, how are they drained?

She continued, “First we are going to refuel. So, afterwards -You know what is funny?” she interjected, “The only way I could convince him to stay with me in my bed- I mean our room, instead of some floozy’s, is if I would watch some of his favorite date-movies with him. He claims that he can get into any girls’ pants using these movies!” She scoffed, “Ha! I’d like to see that happen!”

“Ok I trust you will behave yourself.” I confided.

“Uh huh,” She said distractedly, “You won’t believe what he is wearing. He does NOT know how to dress himself. He is wearing overalls, but I’m pretty sure he is wearing nothing underneath. -Oops! I am right! He is definitely not wearing anything under them. Gotta go, honey!”

I responded, “I love you!”

I don’t think she heard me, but I did accidentally hear her say, “Let’s be quick.” to him before she could hang up.

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It was already getting hot, the sun was in a clear sky, and the humidity not quite oppressive. I was getting the grass cut early in the day to avoid the promised sauna-like afternoon. We had moved into our brand new home a couple of years ago – nice neighborhood of mixed young and middle-aged working families, some with children, along with a few older retired couples like ourselves. Our neighbors on one side were a retired couple older than we – pleasant and helpful but with few outside interests. On the other side was a family of forty-something school teachers with two sons – maybe 14 and 17. They were an athletic-prone family. The husband was a phys-ed teacher/coach, the oldest son was into little league baseball, and the other son was a scratch golfer on the junior high team. I think the wife’s father had been a golf club pro. She was an Art teacher but she obviously had been athletically active for most of her life. She had a strong, compact body which now was probably twenty-five pounds overweight – mostly in her tummy, bottom, and high-hipped love handles. I judged her to be about 45.

I was halfway through the lawn-mowing chore when Dana (the athletically inclined wife next door) came out to get her yard chores done early too. I had noticed that she did almost all the yard and garden work around their house. The husband pruned a tree once and one of the sons sometimes mowed the lawn – otherwise Dana did it all. Their yard was nicely landscaped and well cared for.

When she came out we waved and shouted friendly “Hi’s”. On the occasions when we both were working outside I sensed a mutual respect for one another’s industry. Sometimes we’d stop and chat for a minute or two. This morning I went on cutting the grass. She seemed to be weeding, pruning, transplanting.

Just before I had finished the front yard and was ready to move to the back, Dana was struggling with a large container of lily plants. I shut down the mower and went to help. I offered in my friendly neighbor tone, “Wait a minute! Let me give you a lift. What do you want to do with this thing?”

“Oh! Thanks, Matt. I need to take it around back so I can clean it and replant it.”

“It seems too heavy to just carry back there.”

“Well, yeah, I thought I’d try to drag it back.”

“I’ll get my wheel barrow thing.” I left and returned with my yard cart. We slid-lifted the container onto the cart and took it around back.

“Oh! Thanks. That was really heavy.” As usual I studied her intently – hoping I was being discrete, but attracted by her pleasant charm and womanly features. Her facial skin had aged into premature wrinkles – probably from lots of sun exposure. Otherwise her face was average-attractive but totally absent of make-up. Her hair was thick, heavy, and mixed blond-gray. She always wore it the same – in a straight, long page boy to her shoulders with heavy bangs – sometimes held back with a ribbon. She went on, “You look really warm, would you like a cold beer or something?”

“Well, a glass of ice water would be good.”

She went inside and came out a few moments later with two glasses of ice water. We sat down in a couple of lawn chairs in the shade of some pine trees. “Thanks very much – this really hits the spot.” After a few sips, “I’ve seen you do some pretty heavy duty work in the yard but when you started moving that tub of lilies it just looked like too much to me.”

“I guess it was. I didn’t think it would be that heavy but we’ve had a lot of rain lately and the soil is saturated. Thanks for the help.” After a few more sips, “You two have landscaped beautifully; I love your patio arrangement. I was kind of sorry to lose the vacant lot but you’ve more than made up for the loss.”

“Thanks, but I’m just the grass cutter and dirt digger, Connie is the planter and nurturer. Are you the one who kept the grass on the vacant lot cut and the weeds subdued?”

“Mmmm hhmmm, well, the boys and I. Whenever they’re not playing in a game or practicing, I have them do the grass mowing.”

We chatted for ten or fifteen minutes. She talked mostly about the boys but very little about her husband. When he came up in the conversation she seemed to briefly “cloud over” and arranged for him to be dropped out. When we ranged into other subjects she again perked up and became more animated. I saw him around very little – he always seemed to be inside when she was out or off with one of the boys or just “off”. A mystery. Oh, well. None of our lives are perfect.

Dana wanted to know where we’d come from and what we had done before retiring and what we did now. While we talked I appraised like the veteran girl-watcher that I am. Her facial complection was out of sync with the rest of her visible body. Her visible body was limited to arms, hands, and legs from ankle to mid-thigh, and they looked her age. She was wearing the type of workout garb she always seemed to wear. Perhaps once, I vaguely remembered, I had seen her leave the house in a long, ankle length shapeless gathered skirt and some kind of shapeless top.

Her bostancı escort work garb consisted of sport socks and boots; latex, mid-thigh work-out/warm-up tights; and a baggy matching t-shirt or baggy short-sleeved sweatshirt – depending on the weather. I didn’t have to be a psych PhD to know that either Dana’s hormones were heavily laced with tom-boy stuff OR she was hiding a body that wasn’t up to her self-image standard. Probably both.

While I appraised I sensed that she too was appraising in a fashion. I was sensing an unusual, personal chemical reaction to Dana. I recognized the symptoms: I wanted to touch her, my throat felt a little tingly, and my groin felt faintly snuggly. What was the attraction? Well – her legs were well shaped and well toned although a little heavy, and the thighs looked strong, “comfortable” and full. Her hips and “love-handles” were fuller and higher than she probably would like and her breasts appeared to be very generous. As best I could tell they were the size of large grapefruits and moderately pendulant – they definitely were occupying a lot of space in her bulky t-shirt. Her tummy was pronounced – no flat abs here. In short, she wasn’t a sexual object I would seek out, but her body was firm and well toned – not flabby. Even though her legs, thighs, and breasts were very appealing in an earthy sense, it was that other “certain something” to which I was really reacting. That certain something?

These strong, inexplicable, sexual reactions had been rare for me. I could remember only three of four in my lifetime. I’ve never known for sure if they are entirely self-generated or whether they were triggered by an exchange of chemistry or aura with the other person. However, in those I could remember, it later turned out the other person had felt similar, unexplainable attractions. Not all these women were notably beautiful, but all the attractions were notably sexual. Chemistry? Pherimones?

Well. I had work to do. And I knew this “reaction” wasn’t likely to go anywhere so I would be wise to suppress it. “Dana, thanks for the life-saving water. I’d better get back to my grass.” For a moment I had a feeling Dana had sensed my overlong appraisal of her thighs and breasts. I hoped I hadn’t offended her.

Dana had a questioning look in her eyes, as though she wasn’t quite ready to end our little interlude. But then, “Right! Me too.” So off we went – back to our chores.

The next time we were working at the same time outside was just a few days later. In the hottest part of the summer I have to cut my Florida grass every four days. This time Dana was also cutting grass. In a fit of neighborly sociability I went inside and made some Gatorade. Connie was grocery shopping. I took the decanter and a couple of glasses out to our patio table and hailed Dana. She came around into our back yard and we sat down for a refreshing respite.

“Oh! This hits the spot. What is it?” She seemed to be in a good mood and more at ease than when we last had sat down together. We had chatted “over the fence” frequently and developed a relatively warm friendship since the tub-moving and ice water episode.

“Powdered Gatorade. You mix as much as you need. I put it in my water bottle when I play tennis in the summer time. Otherwise I’d run out of electrolytes.” I sensed that I felt nicely comfortable being with her.

Dana was wearing her usual garb except her t-shirt seemed a little tighter and thinner today. I tried not to pay attention to the compelling volume and shape of her breasts or the slight bulging under the T-shirt at the top of her bra where her breasts were trying to pour out of its snugness. We talked about our athletic prowess and laughed at my confessions of tennis booboo’s and total lack of golf skill. Once when we laughed, Dana put her hand on my arm and squeezed briefly. That certainly got my attention. I was getting those tinglings in my throat again – and the hint of cuddliness in the groin area. I was definitely attracted to her breasts and thought her upper thighs might be softly magnificent if I could ever see them without the mid-thigh warm-up tights; but, although physical attractions usually got my attention, I had never had these tingly feelings unless something else was in the air. Even though few people would call Dana “attractive”, she was pleasant looking. And she was very well endowed with the ancient personifications of fertility, of “sexual mother/female” characteristics.

A few moments later I made a humorous comment about a local politician who lived on our street and touched Dana’s arm as I laughed at my own joke. Before I could withdraw my hand she covered it lightly with hers – and we made eye contact. The eye contact seemed to have nothing to do with our laughing – it was something to do with the touch.

We both sensed an increase in the element of tension when Dana lightly squeezed my hand. Finally she broke the spell when she removed her hand and said, “I think I’d better get back to work.” Our eyes were still locked. She almost looked like she was ümraniye escort bayan trying to send a message – or maybe she was looking for a sign or reaction from me. I wondered if I was sensing more complication than actually existed. Perhaps.

I took my hand away, “Me too, but I was enjoying our… little time together.” Oh, oh! That slipped out. I hoped I hadn’t been too forward.

“I was too… but… It’s just that…” Our eyes were exchanging questioning messages again.

I interrupted, “You’re right…, we need to get our chores done.” Our real feelings weren’t being articulated – probably just as well.

We returned to our chores. I didn’t know whether she was offended or flattered by my attention, but the hand-touching and strange parting dialogue would suggest the latter.

A week or so went by without occasion for me to tease myself with little “Dana moments”. Dana and Connie both liked gardening and exchanged plants and advice from time to time, and the two of us would stop and chat for a while whenever we each were working outside; but it wasn’t until Dana and her husband bought their oldest son his first car that the next “Dana Moment” occurred. I joined the two of them in their driveway to “appraise and marvel”. Dana’s husband was cleaning up the car while Dana watched and I kidded around with the two of them. I was standing beside Dana and, in reaction to a humorous comment, put an arm around her shoulder and briefly hugged her to my side. She offered no resistance and covered my hand on her shoulder with hers for a moment. We exchanged eye contact. I knew I had used the “moment” as an excuse to hug her, but afterwards wondered if I’d been a bit too familiar under the circumstances. After all, I still had seen no clear sign that Dana shared my mysterious sense of chemistry. On the other hand… she had touched my hand and held it in place for a few moments.

A few days later Connie had gone to a luncheon meeting in Orlando to be followed by shopping and dinner with a friend. I spotted Dana working outside again. For a while I simply stood at the window and watched – mostly her breasts and legs and thighs – because today her work garb was very out of the ordinary. She was wearing a white jersey tank top and a pair of white short shorts. The shorts looked like they had fit her comfortably at a younger, slimmer time in her life – so now they were snug and shorter! They didn’t quite cover the bottom crease of her tush. Her thighs were strong and full and swelled to meet the generous bum and hips. Her breasts were well defined and decidedly generous in their pendulance. For some reason the bra wasn’t keeping them from swaying when she moved about and they didn’t seem to be bulging out at the top. I was in awe.

I concluded it must be time to cut my grass again so I put on some work clothes. I selected a pair of very short (and now too small) jersey knit shorts left over from racquetball days because ‘I thought they would be cooler’ to work in. Keeping cool was probably also why I decided not to wear undershorts. Oh my! I was fantasizing.

I had barely moved the lawn mower out of the garage when Dana waved and called out, “Can’t neglect the landscaping!” Had she been watching for me? Then she seemed to invite me over with, “Am I doing this right?” I wondered if she was simply being friendly because I knew she needed no gardening advice about pruning shrubbery, at least not from me.

I replied with a light-hearted, “Hey! I’m not the gardening expert in this house.” I walked over to her, “I saw you out here working and knew I shouldn’t let the grass get too long – so your diligence shook me loose and here I am.” Her smile was engaging and her eyes seemed to be looking for an answer to a question that hadn’t been asked.

“I need to trim these shrubs. If Connie is coming out to work a little maybe she can give me some guidance.”

“Connie’s not home.” At this disclosure Dana’s eyes and facial expression seemed to brighten, to be more interested.

“Oh. I guess I’ll just do it the way I always have then.” Spoken almost as though the subject hadn’t been important in the first place, as though other things were on her mind.

“I’m always surprised at how warm it is when I come out to work,” a general comment to move our conversation forward. What was on my mind hadn’t changed at all, and my eyes were busy roving from legs to breasts to thighs and back to her eyes. As my eyes roved I tried to be discrete but the newly exposed thighs and promising bit of cleavage above the neckline of the tank top were inspiring.

She looked down at her outfit in self-appraisal and said, “Whew, yeah. I just couldn’t bear putting on my regular work clothes today.” She obviously had been watching my eyes.

I felt like the kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Though a little distracted I managed to come up with, “You look much cooler than you usually do.”

“Well, I’m no bathing beauty… I feel more comfortable covered up, but today just seemed so warm.” Her voice lowered kartal escort then and became a little more intimate when she asked, “Do you think these shorts are… you know, too short?” She tugged in a token effort to cover more of her thighs and derriere – without success. The sudden intimacy reminded me of the little moment of hugging a few days ago. She had felt so good being so close.

My voice lowered as well when I answered, “Gosh no… you look good – and everything is… properly covered. Actually, you look very terrific. These clothes are more flattering than your usual work things.”

“You’re just being nice.” She looked almost shy for a moment.

“Well, no, uh, yeah! Well,… you know, but maybe I’m being a little too bold.” I thought I’d better relieve the building tension – give her a little space if she wanted it.

“Mm, maybe a little bold… but nice.” She smirked a little and her eyes flirted, “Like I said, I’m definitely no bathing beauty.”

“Dana, you… you’re attractive.” I was in uncharted territory, “You look so…” I hoped she wouldn’t be offended, my open mouth was doing it again.

“So… what?” Almost a whisper.

“So… feminine.”

“Maaattt… I…”

“I’ve said too much… I think I’ve made you uncomfortable.”

Dana squeezed my arm, “No… Thank you… that was very nice. I don’t often hear things like that.”

Our lowered, more intimate voice level seemed to change the way we were relating to one another. When peoples’ voices are at normal or higher pitch and the attitude or facade displayed is upbeat, the effect is to keep one another at a social “arms length”. Candor and intimacy are thus avoided. On the other hand, it seemed that her introduction of the lowered voice and a subject of relative candor created an intimacy between us.

Continuing with the softened, intimate voice I said, “Well, standing here flirting with my attractively feminine neighbor isn’t getting the grass cut. I guess I can’t avoid it indefinitely.” I touched her arm, “But… if you need help with anything,… you know, anything at all, call out.” I was slow to move away, hoping she’d stop me I suppose.

“Thanks…. Uhh,” she took a half-step closer to me and caught my hand as I was withdrawing it, “… do you have to get started… right away? I have some iced tea made – how about a glass before we go back to work?” She sounded as though she weren’t quite ready to return to her chore either… and she had moved so close. Pheromones?

I hesitated demurely. I liked Dana very much and preferred ogling and flirting, which I had really come out for, to cutting grass – and this new intimacy felt nice, really nice! “Sure, I’d like some.” I was getting that warm, cuddly feeling toward her. The soft voices, the closeness, and bit of touching made me feel huggy-feely – feeding my little fantasy that Dana might have similar urges. I squeezed her hand. She was so close it seemed like our bodies were exchanging sexual energy… and the tips of her breasts were just inches away… I imagined tiny bolts of electricity shooting into me from her nipples, going through my body and shooting back at her through the growing member in my cuddly groin. I was ignoring the inner voice of caution.

“Why don’t we go in out of the sun?” She squeezed back and tugged lightly to start us toward the back of her house. Our touchings and squeezings added a rich dimension of unspoken, intimate meaning to the closeness and lowered voices. I followed – watching her significant derriere shift back and forth, and peeking at the creases and curves of her exposed bottom cheeks as they shifted below the edge of the short shorts. Surprisingly, she had only a little cellulite in those generous upper thighs. When we were around at the side of the house she took my hand again – kind of playfully leading me to the back entrance for a moment before she reached for the door handle. My feeling of connection was growing quickly.

No one seemed to be home. Dana guided us into the family room and answered my unexpressed question, “Jay and the boys are in Jacksonville at a baseball playoff. They’ll be eating supper up there.” She put her hand on my shoulder and kind of stroked it momentarily suggesting, “Why don’t you relax on the sofa while I get the tea.”

“Um hmm.” As we began to part her hand slid from my shoulder and down my arm. I caught her hand at the end of the slide to give it a little squeeze commenting, “So you’ve got the day to yourself. Do you enjoy a quiet day alone once in a while? I know I do – Connie too. She’s in Orlando for the day so I’m also having a day to myself.”

She looked at me with a warm smile when I squeezed and then she raised an eyebrow when I mentioned that Connie was in Orlando. She turned toward the kitchen as she replied, “I always try to enjoy personal time… I get so little of it.” I took a seat in the middle of the sofa.

She got the things from the kitchen, set the glasses on the coffee table and poured the tea before sitting down. When she leaned over to pour, her considerable breasts hung down to test her bra and tank top – the bra seemed more loosely fastened today and just barely handled its job. The view of pendulant cleavage was breathtaking. She caught me looking. With a mischievous smirk, “Tsk, tsk, tsk! Men” was all she said.

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“Conner! Come on! Move that ass!”

Angelique adjusted her jean jacket over the orange sweater she was wearing.

“I’m coming. Calm down. I promise there will still be pumpkins left when we get there!” Conner jumped down the last three steps and landed by the front door.

“You’re a smart ass. I love Halloween, and I want this party to be perfect. You know that. Now, cooperate please!”

Angelique was a little stressed. Halloween was only a few days away, and so was her party. Each year her family hosted a huge bonfire. Friends, family, and acquaintances all would attend. This year, it was her turn to be the hostess, and she wasn’t sure she could handle the responsibility. Conner was her boyfriend of three years, and he knew how big of a deal this was.

“Yes Ma’am! Damn you’re bossy!” Conner grinned.

“Don’t you forget it.” Angel adopted a mock glare.

“Come here.” Conner opened his arms at the same time Angel stepped into his embrace.

“I just don’t want this party to be a flop.” She nuzzled his neck and buried her arms beneath his jacket.

“It won’t be. You’re a fun girl. You just need to relax. It’ll all work out.”

“You’re right. I’ll try.” She gave him an impish grin. “How about a kiss, just for good luck?”

“You’re so lucky I love you.” Conner tipped his head down and gave her a gentle kiss.

“I know I am.”

“Let’s go. Where to first, your highness?”

“The pumpkin patch. Then to the Halloween store. I need props, decorations, and a costume.”

“Let’s go then. Quit draggin’ your ass!” Connor bolted out the door, running to the car.

“You’re a shmuck!”

“Last one there’s a rotten egg!” Conner laughed as he stepped in front of the car.

“First one there’s an asshole!” Angel giggled as she slammed the front door shut behind her.

~*~*~

“THAT ONE! I need that one!” Angel jumped up and down as she pointed at a huge pumpkin.

“What? I’ll get a hernia lifting that fucker!”

“Come on! Conner, I need it. Please!?”

Conner huffed in frustration, then obediently bent to hoist the pumpkin. He swore it weighed three hundred pounds as he loaded it into the back of his pick up.

“I get a back rub when we get home.”

“You’ll get more than a back rub if you get that one too!” Angel giggled and clapped in excitement at the huge pumpkins she’d spotted. So early in the day there weren’t many people there, and they pretty much had the run of the place.

“Damn right I will.” Conner bent and scooped the second gigantic pumpkin she pointed at.

“Oh, just think how fun it’ll be to get your beer out of that. You can say you picked it!”

“My beer out of it?”

“Yeah! Didn’t I tell you? I saw an ad in a magazine where they had a pumpkin hollowed out, filled with ice, with beverages in it.” Angel grinned, and it lit up her whole face.

“These people better drink every last goddamn beer out of these bastard pumpkins.” Conner groaned as he hoisted the second monstrosity into his truck.

“Such language. OH! That one too!” Angel ran forward, pointing and laughing.

“Holy god.” Conner rolled his eyes, and followed in Angel’s wake.

~*~*~

“Honey, will you grab a cart?” Angel grinned at an exhausted Conner.

“I’d love to.” He replied sarcastically.

“I figured you would.”

Angel stripped off her jean jacket and laid it in the cart Conner brought forward, and headed off to shop.

“What about these cauldrons? They’ll be good to hold the over flow of beer. I figure we can line the sides of the patio and alternate pumpkins and cauldrons. That’ll be too cute!”

Angel placed six big plastic cauldrons in the cart, then moved ahead. She added window clings of ghosts, skulls, and bats. Next came wall clings of sewers and rats, dungeon bars, and bat border. Signs that read ‘Morgue’, ‘Dungeon’, and ‘Haunted House’ followed next.

A headless man holding a knife and it’s own head followed next. When you bumped it, it moved. Angel added a cat that was voice activated next. It meowed, it’s back arched, and its tail puffed out. Several other decorations were thrown haphazardly into the already overloaded cart.

“Okay! I need a costume.” Angel rounded the corner, and picked out a few to try on.

“You’re not going to try on all of them, are you?” Conner sighed, leaning onto the handle of the cart.

“Nope. Only half.” Angel grinned as she headed off to the dressing rooms.

Conner rolled the cart forward, leaning against the wall for support as he waited.

Six costumes followed, some were a definite no, others were a possible maybe.

Conner was gazing off into no where, when a sharp thud brought his attention back to the dressing room. In the doorway stood Angel, in a thigh length plastic dress that zipped up. A police badge was on one side of the chest, a hat sat on her head, and an obscene amount of cleavage showed. As Conner’s eyes drifted down, an obscene amount of leg and ass showed as well.

In one of her hands, a pair of handcuffs dangled, and in the other, a night stick rested, kartal escort poised for a beating.

“Holy shit.” Conner’s eyes widened.

“Do you like this one?” Angel turned in a circle, then stopped at the side, sticking her ass out and wiggling it in an oh-so-tempting way.

“I… I.. Yes, I do.”

“Good.” Angel turned and disappeared behind the curtain.

Conner gulped and reached to adjust his hardening cock within the confines of his pants.

After a few more naughty costumes, Angel switched to normal, appropriate ones. She finally decided on the ‘beauty pirate.’

“What about this? I like this one the best. Modest enough for the oldies that’ll be there, but racy enough to be sexy.” Angel stepped through the curtain, and Conner’s jaw slackened.

“That one is perfect. You’re absolutely right.”

Conner’s eyes slid the length of Angel’s frame. One side of the black skirt ended at mid thigh, the other ended at her ankle. The edge was ragged and looked torn. Her shoulders were bare, with big white loose sleeves encompassing her arms. The main part of the shirt was black, and the front laced up over red and white striped material. A red and white striped sarong hung around her waist, and a matching strip of material was wrapped around her forehead.

“That is awesome. I love that.”

“Good! I love it too!” Angel leapt out of the dressing room and landed at his side, snuggling up against him to kiss him on the cheek.

“See? Wasn’t today worthwhile?” She batted her eyelashes.

“Definitely.” Conner bent slightly and kissed the tip of her nose.

~*~*~

The crisp fall air snapped around the couple as they headed up the sidewalk to their house. Angel and Conner both had their arms full, carting in the goodies. They agreed that the pumpkins could stay in the truck, and he’d get them out later. Once he’d ‘rested’ his back.

“I forgot a few things. Dammit to hell. I’ll go get it later though. I am beat.”

Conner’s head swiveled around in disbelief. Angel had a devilish grin on her face. Her sentence was meant to get his goat. And she succeeded.

“You’re vicious lady. All the help I give you, and you’re a mean ass.” Conner shook his head sadly.

“Oh you big baby. I am not. Wait ’til later, and I’ll show you some appreciation.” Angel’s smile promised a fun evening.

“Yay! I love helping you get ready for your Halloween party!” Conner turned obnoxious in his enthusiasm, and Angel rolled her eyes as she went to put things where they needed to go.

A couple hours later, Angel screamed. Conner tore down the stairs, frantically rushing to her side.

“What is it? Baby, what’s wrong?” He panted, catching hold of her arms.

The newspaper slipped from her fingertips.

“Trick or Treat is tonight.”

Conner’s mouth dropped open, and his hands fell from Angel’s arms.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

“NO! We have no candy! No nothing! The trickery is about to begin, and we’re totally unprepared! This is ridiculous!” Angel huffed, arms crossing over her chest.

“You screamed bloody murder. I thought there was an intruder or something! You scared the shit out of me! So I’m sorry if I’m not totally concerned with the lack of sugar for the mongrel children.” Conner was angry- he had really thought there was something wrong. His heart was still thudding wildly in his chest.

“Okay, so the scream was a bit overdone, but still. I’m running to the store. I’ll be back.” Angel left a quick kiss on Conner’s cheek and took off out the door.

An hour later, the couple was seated on the front porch. Pumpkins lined each side of the cement stairs leading up to it, and the black-light bulbs that Angel had placed in the light fixtures above them glowed an eerie blue. It wasn’t completely dark yet, but it would be soon.

Conner leaned back against one of the giant pumpkins, and sipped beer from a plastic cup in the shape of a pumpkin. Angel leaned forward in anticipation, glancing down the street, watching for the first Trick Or Treater’s. Her own plastic cup held a wine cooler. She took a few swigs, then put the cup back down. She was almost too excited to sit still.

“You act like a child, ya know that?” Conner laughed as he watched her wriggle around.

Her only reply was the sticking out of her tongue.

“Don’t get it out unless you intend to use it.”

“Pervert.” Angel turned her head to hide the grin.

“You love it. I’m your favorite.” Conner scooted closer to her, grabbing the blanket they’d brought out with them.

“You’re right.” Angel caught one end of the blanket and draped it across her lap. Conner did the same.

So they sat and drank, and waited for the children to arrive. And they soon did. There was a burst of activity right at the beginning, but it dwindled off pretty quickly.

“That was cheap. Look at all this candy!” Angel spoke once the last child in the group ran down the steps.

“Yeah, but we’ve also got another hour and fifteen minutes of this shit.”

“Poor you.” Angel leaned maltepe escort bayan closer, snuggling against his shoulder. She wrapped her oversized sweater tighter around her frame, and sighed happily.

Conner lifted his arm and put it around Angel’s shoulders, giving her a squeeze. And he got an idea. He moved his free arm, bringing it under the blanket, letting his hand rest on Angel’s thigh. She smiled at him then glanced back to the street.

Another round of kids came up, and the next half hour was a flurry of movement as what seemed like every child for 50 miles came to their doorstep. Finally, there was another break.

Conner started moving his hand across Angel’s thigh, in a seemingly sweet, warm gesture. She again smiled at him, and leaned back against his chest. Her eyes fell shut, and she relaxed into Conner’s warmth.

He glanced down the street, making sure no children were coming, and he slowly inched his hand higher, stroking her thigh all the while. Angel squirmed slightly, and her legs parted somewhat. He kept his hand a little above mid-thigh, so not to alert her to his plans.

Angel sighed, snuggling back against him more, and his free arm came to wrap around her. Unbeknownst to her, he was trying to figure out how to get his hand inside her sweater. Conner again glanced around, looking for ghosts and goblins. Seeing none, he inched his hand higher on her thigh. She squirmed again, but said nothing. Finally, he worked his hand inside her sweater, then up her shirt, his fingers playing lightly across her stomach. Still Angel made no attempt to protest. Conner smiled against her hair.

“I’d have to say that Halloween is my favorite holiday. It’s all about fun. Yeah, Christmas is fun, but its all about Santa and presents. Halloween has no icon, and you don’t get gifts. You just dress up, pig out on candy, and scare the shit out of people.” If possible, she got even closer as she spoke.

“Yeah, you’re right. That makes sense.” As Conner spoke, he inched his hand towards her breasts.

“I was always sad we lived in the country. All I ever wanted to do was dress up and hand out candy.” Angel sighed.

“You’re not dressed up tonight.” Conner pointed out, at the same moment his fingers came in contact with the bottom of her bra.

“Well no. Dressing up wasn’t a prerequisite. Had I had more..” Angel’s breath caught as she felt Conner’s finger slip beneath her bra, brushing back and forth across a rapidly hardening nipple. But she managed to finish her thought. “Had I more time, I would have dressed up. But… this is… nice… too.”

Conner grinned at her halting speech. He cheerfully added, “Well, I could have gone to get the candy while you got into costume. Ya didn’t think that far ahead didja?”

“Well, no I didn’t. But just sitting out here with you is a treat. Regardless what I’m…. wearing…” Angel trailed off. Conner’s hand had pushed the cup of her bra completely off her breast, and his hand cradled it, squeezing gently.

Conner rested his lips at her ear. “Or what you’re about to not be wearing, right?”

“Right.” Angel licked her lips.

In the dim light, Conner moved quickly, reaching behind her back to unhook her bra. It was a team effort, and they managed to get it off in record time. Conner tucked the offending garment behind them on the step, and his hand went back to her chest.

“Conner, just what do you think you’re doing?” Angel asked, turning her head to look at him.

“Nothing. Just being…. friendly.” He grinned.

“I’d say so.”

His fingers and hand went back to their explorations, and Angel wiggled slightly. Her back arched a little, loving the feel of his work-roughened hands on her. She’d gotten so caught up in the gentle pinch and pull of his fingers, that she almost didn’t realize he was unbuttoning and unzipping her pants.

“Conner, we’re on the front porch.” Angel started to wriggle away, but his hands stopped her.

“Yes, but you’re under the blanket, there isn’t anyone around, so…”

“The other people passing out candy.” She spoke, her voice protesting hesitantly.

“They’ll never know. Just relax. I’ll stop when more trick or treater’s are headed this way.” He dipped his hand quickly inside her jeans and panties, and she shrieked at the coldness of his fingers.

“Wow, your hand is cold!”

“All the more reason for me to warm it up.” Conner grinned as his fingers slipped between her lips, feeling the moisture that had already gathered there. “Ha, and you wanted me to stop.”

“Just because… of… the people.” Angel smiled as she tipped her head back, leaning it on his shoulder once more. Her legs parted a little wider, and his fingers delved deeper.

“Don’t worry. Like I said, I’ll stop.” Conner’s lips found the pulse in her neck, and his tongue darted out to taste her skin. He kissed and nibbled gently, all the while his fingers probed and stroked her most sensitive flesh.

“Conner…” Angel turned her head to him, and his mouth crashed down on hers. His tongue lapped at her lips, and she escort pendik opened them hungrily. Angel’s tongue met his as it thrust into her mouth, mimicking what he’d rather be doing. She moaned, and he met it with one of his own. His fingers slid easily upward, zeroing in on her clit. She jerked as his fingers found it then began circling it, molding the swollen nub.

He tore his mouth from hers, sensing she was about to cum, and he wanted to hear her whimpers without his lips muffling it.

“Come on baby, cum for me… that’s it, just a little more…” His fingers moved quicker, and she pushed against him as her hips lifted up from the step.

“Oh, god, Conner, please…”

“I know, almost there baby… cum-” A movement out of the corner of his eye made him jerk his hand out of her pants and reach for the candy bowl.

“What the f-” Angel was cut off as she saw their neighbors heading their way.

“Easy baby. Just a little longer.” Conner shifted uncomfortably. His cock was straining against the fly of his jeans, and he was grateful for the cover of the blanket.

The couple headed up the sidewalk. They were around the same age as Conner and Angel, but they had never really spent much time getting to know each other. Why they felt the need to do that now… Conner glanced over at Angel and noticed the telltale flush of her cheeks that had nothing to do with the cold. Her blonde hair was slightly rumpled, and not from the wind. All in all, she looked like a woman that was in the middle of a romp and got interrupted. The thought made him smile.

“Hi you guys.” The woman spoke as they came to a stop in front of Angel and Conner.

“Hey Becky, Hi Dave. Are you guys enjoying the evening?” Angel shifted uncomfortably.

“Oh yeah. I forgot what night it was so I had to send Dave out for candy. We’re fresh out though.”

“Same here. Except I tend to over do things, so we aren’t out. Yet anyway.”

The men started talking football while the women talked Halloween.

“Hey, I’m having a party Saturday, I’d love it if you guys would come. There probably wont be much time to get to know each other, but it would be a start.”

“That would be great. This neighborhood is full of old people, isn’t it?” Becky laughed.

“It sure is. It’s nice to have some people our own age wandering around. Sorry we haven’t done much to be neighborly.” Angel really felt bad, but their new friends could have timed it better.

“Same here. Well, we just wanted to come say hi while there was a break in the kids. Enjoy your evening. We’ll see you guys Saturday!”

Becky and Dave headed back home, turning to wave as they entered their house.

“Nice people.” Conner spoke.

Unfortunately, Angel wasn’t in such a happy mood. She happened to catch his smile as he turned away, attempting to hide it.

“Get that goddamn smile of your face.” She snapped.

It only served to make his face break into a full fledged grin.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He smiled some more.

Meanwhile, across the street, Becky spoke to her husband.

“Do you think he was doing what I think he was doing?”

“I think he was. I think we chose a bad time to do a meet and greet.” Dave laughed.

“No such thing. Do you think they would be interested..?”

“We shall see, my darling, we shall see.”

The rest of the trickery time went quickly, even thought it felt like hours. At last it was done, and there was only a handful of candy left. The couple stood to head back inside, and Angel realized that, number one, her pants were undone, and two, her bra was on the step behind her. Her eyes flew open and she turned and ran into the house, slamming the door behind her, inadvertently slamming it in Conner’s face. She heard his laughter as he opened the door.

“Forget something, my love?” He leaned back against the doorjamb and held out one hand. Her black lacy bra dangled from his fingertip.

She stepped forward and snatched it from him. “Very cute.” She turned on her heel to stomp away, and felt her arm in a viselike grip. “What th-”

Conner spun her around and her back thudded against the door. Angel gasped as he shoved her jeans roughly down her legs, tossing her bra to the side.

“What are you-” Her question was muffled by his lips crushing her own, and she forgot what she was trying to say.

Conner slipped his hand between them and found her clit again. She bucked up against his hand, and moaned into his mouth.

“Come on.” Conner stepped away and half carried, half dragged her with her pants around her ankles to the couch. He bent her over the back of it, and Angel spread her legs and got up onto her toes. Conner made quick work of his jeans, shucking them down just far enough to get his cock free.

With one hand on her hip and the other guiding him, he shoved into Angel quickly. She jerked forward even as she whimpered, leaning her upper body even further over the couch. Conner grabbed her hips and steadied her as he thrust. Her pussy was more than wet, and he groaned as his cock slipped in and out of her hot sheath. Angel lifted one leg and rested it on the back of the couch, and Conner sighed as the angle changed. He moved one hand under her leg and rested the heel of his hand on her clit. Each thrust rocked her against him, and she was squirming in no time.

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Our son poses nude with an old girlfriend (MFf, incest, voy)

*

“Sorry, Steve, I can’t think of anyone off the top of my head.” Jess said, shaking his head.

“Yeah, he was okay, but he got into some bad stuff and now he looks like hell, tracks on his arms and legs, I don’t think you want to deal with that.” He continued.

“If I think of anyone, I’ll let you know.” Jess hung up the phone.

“What did Steve want?” I asked my husband.

“Oh, he’s looking for a guy to do some skin shots for a magazine that called him. They have some 18 year old model here in town who doesn’t want to go to LA for the shoot, so they’re trying to find a local guy. He was wondering what I thought of that Jordan Gray kid.”

“Didn’t you use him for that underwear shoot you did a year or so ago? He looked pretty good to me. He sure filled out those pouch things nicely.”

“Yeah, he was okay, but he had some dirt biking accident and got really banged up, broke his jaw, knocked out teeth, lots scars and stuff and I guess he got hooked on pain killers too. Last time I saw him he was renting shoes down at the old bowling alley outside of town.”

“Yikes. That sounds too bad.” I said.

“Yeah, but he was kind of an arrogant ass and getting worse every time I worked with him. Maybe this is what he needed.”

“Wow, that’s harsh. Remind me not to get on your bad side.” I shook her head.

“Baby, you could never get on my bad side.” Jess said, as he pulled me close and kissed the top of my boobs. He loved the scoop necked sweater I was wearing and I loved the attention it always gets me.

A thought began forming in my head as she looked out the window.

“So what would this guy be doing with this girl? Is he just a prop?”

“Yeah, kind of. Steve said they want her draped all over some guy, typical slutty chick stuff, not too hardcore, no penetration or anything, maybe a little physical contact, but not triple x or anything.”

“Will this guy get paid? Or is it just for experience?”

“Yeah, the pay $250 a day.”

“Well, what about Gary? He could do it.”

“Gary? Your nephew? Carol would have a fit!” He laughed. “But I like the way you think.”

“Jay?”

“Too skinny, they want the guy to be hung and athletic-looking, I guess this girl is well toned.”

“How about Melvin? He’s athletic-looking, and Simone Riza says he’s hung.”

“I think he’s too dumb and too horny. He’d probably fall in love with her or rape her or something. That boy has a problem. Have you seen the way he looks at you?”

“I think he’s cute, and it’s kind of flattering to have a young good looking guy like him sniffing around me once in a while.”

“Yeah, sniffing and drooling! That kid gets a hard-on every time he’s over here.”

Just then Mason, our son burst in to the room. He was hot and sweaty from trimming the hedges and his lean muscular tan body rippled like he had just worked out. He was wearing jogging shorts and flip flop sandals, and probably nothing else. His short brown hair was dripping sweat.

“Mom, Christy just called and she wants to know if I can come over for a barbeque later tonight.”

“Well, have you mowed the lawn yet?”

“No, but I will before I go. I was going to wash your car for you, but is it okay if I just do that tomorrow?”

“Yes, then that’s okay. Thanks, honey.”

“Great, thanks mom!” He moved to hug me but I quickly dodged his sweatiness.

“Shoo! Shoo! Now run along…”

He bent at the waist and kissed me on the cheek. Then he left the room.

I turned to Jess again. “Or, there’s always Mason…”

“What?”

“Mason could be Steve’s model for that shoot.”

“Mason? You’d let him pose nude with some naked girl rubbing herself all over him?”

“Well, you used to do it, why shouldn’t he?”

“That was different, Pam. In those days you didn’t even see the guy’s face most of the time.”

“So you’re saying Mason is ugly?”

“No! What I mean is that it’s not as anonymous for the guys now as it used to be.”

“Okay, well, just a thought. He is 18 and he’d probably have fun. And he’d make a few bucks.”

I watched Mason as he pushed the old fashioned manual mower up and down the small front yard. The back yard was much larger, but most of it was taken up by the swimming pool, spa, flower beds and deck, so the lawn area didn’t justify a power mower at all.

Jess was working on one of his underwater cameras, getting ready for a week long assignment in Belize for a SCUBA diving magazine. Our 16 year old daughter Amanda would be going with him to help with the cameras and schlep gear. They were leaving the next morning on the first flight out of Ontario International.

The next day as Mason and I were driving home from dropping Jess and Amanda at the airport, my cell phone rang.

“Pam? This is Steve. I’ve been trying ataşehir escort to reach Jess but he’s not picking up.”

“Hi Steve. No, Jess is on his way to Belize for a shoot. Can I help you?”

“I was talking with him yesterday about finding me a guy to do some model stuff for a skin shoot I’m going to be doing. Did he give you any name to pass on to me?”

“No, we talked about it a little but we couldn’t think of any guys we know who would want to be photographed nude with some naked girl hanging all over them.”

Mason looked at me with a big grin and eagerly pointed to himself. He mouthed “I’ll do it”. I looked at him with an exaggerated expression of incredulity.

“Wait Steve, here’s Mason.” I handed Mason the phone, calling his bluff.

“Hey Steve, what’s up?…Oh yeah?…Maybe…is she hot?…hmmm…sound’s interesting…sure…Okay…I’ll see you then.” He let out a big laugh and closed the phone.

“Mason, are you seriously going to do it?”

“I don’t know mom, what do you think?”

“Well, it’s up to you, but I don’t know if it’s a good idea.”

“Why not? It’s not like I’m going to fuck her or anything!”

“Mason, please. You know I don’t like that language.

What about Christy? Do you think she’ll be okay with it? What about her parents?”

“First of all, how will they ever know? Second of all, what do they have to say about it? They don’t own me. And besides, if they can’t take a joke…”

“Mason, please.”

“And…Christy’s only 16, so she can’t be in the shoot anyway. I’m just going to go over to Steve’s studio tomorrow to meet the girl and talk about the project. If it works out…it works out…if not, fine too. As long as you and dad don’t have any major objections I don’t think it’s a big deal.

And with dad being a photographer, it’s not like I haven’t seen naked women before. I’ve even seen the pictures he has of you and the ones of Amanda. I think I’ll be fine.”

“Yes, but seeing naked women and having them hanging on you are two different things.”

“Yeah, I know! It might be lots of fun.” He laughed heartily. “Besides, Mr. Happy might like it a lot.”

“Mason!” I was wondering if I had awaken a sleeping monster by calling Mason’s bluff.

The next day he went over to Steve’s studio. He was gone for a couple of hours and then came back late in the afternoon.

“So, stud, what did you learn?” I tried to act cool.

“Well, mom, you better sit down for this one.” His grin was from ear to ear.

“Great, fill me in.” I said, with more than a little apprehension.

He could hardly keep from grinning as he began to talk. “Remember Lisa MacCool?”

“Yes! Is it her?”

“Yes! Wasn’t she a cheerleader the year I played on the Jaguars?”

“You know she was. We took her to a couple of games when she needed a ride. She was already kind of a slut then. Didn’t you make out with her at the awards banquet that year?”

“Oh yeah…I almost forgot.” He lied, grinning.

“Wait! She’s not old enough to pose, is she? I think she’s younger than you are.”

“She will be next year. But she could even now ‘cus her parents signed the release!”

“I guess, that’s true. So she has their permission?”

“Yes! Her mom was at the meeting at Steve’s this morning! I saw Mrs. MacCool sign it live and in person. Mom, she is soooo fucking hot now!”

“Mason?”

“Sorry, but she is sooo hot! She has nice fake boobs, great legs, great dimples, nice ass, flat belly, perfect teeth…what a smile…she told me that her sister, Laticia had posed for one of the really big magazines a few years ago…I think I saw her pictures…so she thought she should do it when she got old enough. Then this other magazine contacted her and asked if she would be interested…when she told them she wasn’t quite old enough, they said she could pose and they could use the pictures if her parents signed the release. Her dad was all for it so he signed as soon as the release arrived in the mail. He had Steve take a few test shots and send them to the magazine as samples. Now they want a full spread, so to speak. I’m gonna get $300 for one day’s work and 5% of whatever the magazine finally pays. I guess they’ll pay Lisa like $1,000 plus $100 per picture they actually publish. The average spread uses 12 pictures, but they want Steve to submit no fewer than 50 for them to choose from. They said they have several magazines and the pictures could appear in any or all of them.”

“Wow.” It was all I could say. I knew Mason had really had a big crush on Lisa back in the day. But when he went to a private high school to play football, she stayed in the public school system and they had lost touch.

“Mom, you won’t believe this part…Lisa actually suggested that Steve call dad for a model referral hoping it would end up being me!”

“Wow.” I felt kadıköy escort bayan sorry for Christy though.

“I have to be at Steve’s studio first thing day after tomorrow morning. One weird thing though, they want me to shave my pits and my balls and dick.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Well, you’d better do that today so you won’t have any nicks or razor burns.” I didn’t know what else to say. I thought to herself that he was lucky not to have a really hairy body.

An hour later Mason was standing in the kitchen as I prepared an early lunch. He had gotten up very early in order to work out at the gym before going to Steve’s, and I had done some ironing before the heat of the day, so we were both hungry even though it was just 11:00 a.m.

“Well, that was interesting.” He said. I didn’t know if she really wanted to know what was interesting.

“I didn’t cut myself but it feels weird. After lunch I think I’m going to go to the tanning salon and do a little fake bake on both sides. Just so I don’t look so pasty down there.”

“Ah, yeah, well, just don’t overdo it and get burned. Maybe you should use some of that spray on tan stuff instead.”

I noticed him scratching himself a couple of times. “Mom? Would you mind if I just tanned out on the back deck instead of going to the salon?”

I felt my pussy twinge as I thought of his naked body on full display just a few feet from my kitchen window. “No, that would be okay. I promise not to look.”

“Duh…okay. Mom! I’m going to be in some magazine with Lisa, don’t you think you’ll eventually see anyway?”

“Well, probably, but seeing in a magazine and seeing in person are two different things.” My pussy seemed hot and damp. Was I getting turned on by the thought of seeing Mason nude? We ate lunch quietly.

I was stunned when Mason stood up and dropped his shorts, then whipped off his shirt. There he stood in living color in my kitchen as naked as the day he was born. It may have been 10 years since the last time I saw him like that. I think he did it with the purpose of shocking me.

“Mason!”

“What mom? Aren’t you always telling me that I don’t have anything you haven’t seen a million times?”

He did have me there. I tried not to stare at the sweet looking log of meat hanging between his legs. He smiled as he picked up a towel and some magazines and headed out to the deck. He seemed to be stiffening up as he strode past me. I noticed that his butt looked great. As much as I tried, it was impossible not to keep stealing glances. Because of the sun angle, he had to set up right outside the sliding door from the kitchen. As I cleaned up the lunch dishes it seemed that I was constantly confronted by the sight of my nude son laying there on the deck.

It was a very nice warm day, so I brewed some tea and iced it. Completely forgetting his state of undress, I went to the door with a glass in my hand and opened it.

“Do you want some iced tea, honey?” My eyes inadvertently drifted to his form and I suddenly realized that not only was he nude, lounging on his back, but he was also sporting a full on erection. He was holding a men’s magazine to one side as he looked at me.

“Sure mom. Thanks. It’s really nice out here, why don’t you come out and enjoy the sun for a little while yourself. You could use a little color too.”

Again I felt my pussy stir and the insides of my thighs tingled. I handed him the glass silently and looked away at the nice early afternoon. “Maybe I will.” I hoped he didn’t notice that my hand was shaking. I went back in to the house and poured myself a glass of iced tea, wondering if I dared join him on the deck.

“What the heck!” I thought. “He said he’s seen the nude pictures Jess has of me.”

I went to the closet and got a big towel and headed for the deck. As I got into the kitchen, I looked out and saw that Mason was still laying there looking at the magazine. His cock looked huge as it stood proudly out from his hairless crotch area. Before I could lose my nerve, I quickly shucked my clothes, grabbed my drink and stepped out to the deck. Mason looked up and whistled softly.

“Alright mom!” He quickly got up and pulled a lounge over near his, but facing the other way. I noticed that his erection hadn’t flagged at all. “You look great!”

I smiled weakly as I waited for him to move away from the lounger. “Just keep your eyes to yourself, and I’ll do the same.” I said, nervously.

“Mom, you told me that we used to take baths and showers together when I was little, so like you always tell me, ‘you don’t have anything I haven’t already seen lots of times before.”

When I sat down I was facing his erect cock, just inches away, and trying to figure out how I was going to bring my legs up without spreading them and giving him a full view of my open vagina. I quickly accomplished that as he turned escort maltepe back to his own lounger. I realized that the magazine he was looking at was a very old one in which nude pictures of me, taken by one of Jess’s friends, appeared in the amateur models section. I wondered if he had come to that section yet. He resumed his position on the lounger and went back to the magazine.

“I’m reading a story about some porn guy from the old days.” He said. “They’re saying he had sex with over 500 women! I think I have a new idol.”

“That’s nice dear.” What else could I say? It seemed odd laying there naked with my 18 year old son talking about porn guys. I didn’t have anything to read so I was laying back with my eyes closed. It felt good to have the warm sun shining on my bare skin. I dozed off.

After a few minutes I opened my eyes when I heard Mason stirring. I saw him putting some very low SPF value sunscreen on his crotch area. His erection was still pretty full and he stroked it as he spread the lotion on to the shaft and the sack. Again, I felt my pussy twinge and my nipples stiffened. I closed my eyes again. I couldn’t get the image of his big dick out of my head.

“You want some of this mom?”

When I opened my eyes this time, his arm was extended offering the bottle to me.

“Thanks, honey. I’ve got to be careful too.” I took the bottle and then carefully applied the lotion to my rarely exposed skin. It smelled a little like coconut.

As I reached for the bottle, I noticed that the magazine was spread on the deck between us. It was open to the pages featuring my pictures. I wondered if he knew he was looking at me in those poses. The hairstyle was a little dated but otherwise, the pictures could have been taken of some girl very recently. I hoped Mason would skim through those pages quickly and focus on some other area soon.

I closed my eyes again and tried to relax. A few seconds later I heard Mason make a low moan. I opened my eyes to see him holding the magazine in a way that allowed him to look at the pictures and then, by shifting his eyes, look at me. I knew he recognized me in the magazine. I felt my nipples harden and I subconsciously arched my back a little.

“Very nice mom…you still look hot.”

“Okay…thank you Mason.”

“I like it better this way…in case you want to know.”

“What?”

“The way you trim your twat bush…I like it better the way you have it now, rather than the way it was in that little heart shape in the pictures.”

“Okay…I’m glad you like it dear…Please do not use that word though. Call it a pussy or a muff or…”

“No, mom, I really, really like it a lot.”

“Alright you nasty boy, that’s enough. I get the message.”

“Yeah, it makes my tongue hard just looking at it…”

“Okay, then you should stop looking at it, I guess.”

I noticed that his cock was fully erect and a little pearl of fluid was just beginning to emerge from the slit of the head.

I smiled and intentionally allowed my legs to spread slightly. “It looks like more than your tongue is getting hard.”

“You mean old Pete? Oh yeah, he’s been getting hard for a while now…”

“I suppose Lisa will be happy about that…”

“What about you mom?”

“What?”

“Are you happy old Pete is getting hard from just being here with you?”

“Mason…yes, I guess I am…it’s nice to know I still look good…”

“And sexy, mom.”

Suddenly there seemed to be a lot of tension in the air. Was my son trying to seduce me?

“Lisa and her mom both liked my cock…her mom actually licked her lips when she saw it.”

“Ah…that’s nice, dear.”

“Do you like it? Does it look good to you?”

“Ah…well…it looks fine to me, dear.” I couldn’t believe he was being so bold.

“Mr. Pete wants to know if your pussy likes the way he looks.”

“Well, I’m sure she does…” What the hell was going on? My pussy was almost dripping with lust for my son.

“Would she like to know how he feels too?”

Suddenly Mason was positioning himself between my legs and pushing my thighs apart. Without hesitation, he lowered himself so his massive cock was resting on my slit. Then he began sliding the length along my wantonly eager lips. I could feel an electric jolt every time his balls bumped the bud of my clit. My hips responded without any encouragement from me.

“Oh Mason baby…”

He slid down and suddenly the head of his organ was pushing into my pussy. Again, there was no hesitation from either of us. His cock slid easily into my eager cunt and the head bumped against my cervix with each thrust. The huge veined sausage pounded with youthful exuberance into my eager and willing incest hole.

He was young and inexperienced, so he didn’t last long. In a flash he began snorting and his face was beet red. With one final thrust he sent barrel after barrel of his love into my body. Then we were still for a few minutes, just catching our breath.

“I’m sorry mom…”

“Nothing to be sorry about baby…you were excited and yet you were fabulous. You’ll do better next time.”

To be continued

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Sarah was in turmoil. Last night her world had been turned upside down. She had been trying to make sure her father didn’t find out about the incestuous behavior of his slutty wife, Arlene, and instead Sarah has ended up committing incest with her own father! Well, she and her father didn’t actually have sex, Sarah rationalized, but her dad has licked her pussy to a mind blowing orgasm and Sarah has sucked his cock, getting her first ever mouthful of hot sperm. But the worst was that Arlene, Sarah’s step-mother, had seen it all! What was she going to do? Would Arlene tell Dan, Sarah’s father, what had happened? He’d probably be crushed and outraged.

Sarah’s instinct was to be even more cold toward Arlene, but then she wondered whether she should try to be extra friendly instead…

All through this, Sarah was tormented by the fact that she kept daydreaming about how exciting it had felt to have a penis inside her, what her dad’s big cock would be like in her tight virgin pussy. She’d woken up this morning with three fingers lodged in her dripping pussy, her nipples stiff and the memory of a wet dream in which her father AND her uncle had been simultaneously fucking her! Where was this going to end…

Arlene on the other hand was loving the whole situation. She understood that, like typical step-daughters, Sarah resented Arlene moving into Dan’s bed and had a dim view of Arlene’s strong sexual drive. But what a turn around! Arlene had been floored to see Sarah squirming her pussy onto Dan’s face while slurping enthusiastically on his cock, but Arlene had quickly guessed what had happened — with Dan being so drunk and the similarities in Sara and Arlene’s build he’d never have guessed he was getting blown by his only child.

A little earlier that evening Arlene had visited her brother Steve. She had never thought of Steve sexually before catching him whack off spectacularly on her panties a week before, but since then she’d already let him watch her get fucked and had coaxed him to come on her tits and mouth. It seemed like every new encounter only added to her desire for more (and more risky) encounters.

She walked into Steve’s room without a word, his surprise quickly turning into delight as she tiptoed toward his bed. Arlene noticed with glee that a prominent bulge was rapidly appearing at the sheet around his groin.

Arlene tried to think about why she wanted this — she had a great sex life with Dan, easily sating her needs, so why did she want to take a chance of being caught (and losing her marriage) by stealing into Steve’s room? The excitement and novelty of the whole thing was surely a turn-on, but she figured it was the fact that Steve had so plainly been obsessed with her — stealing her panties (twice!) to masturbate with and enthusiastically coming over her body. Also, she rationalized, Steve had lost his wife and Arlene figured he was not getting much sex these days. Having settled her conscience this roundabout way, Arlene lost no time in moving in on Steve. Still without speaking, she lifted the sheets off Steve’s body, hurriedly reached into his boxers and started slurping on his cock while it was still swelling. She’d never felt so horny and putting her hand between her legs she wasn’t surprised to find her pussy already dripping. Steve was by now fully erect and panting.

“I want you to fuck me and come in my pussy. Will you do that Steve? Will you spray your load deep in your little sister’s cunt? I think you want to, don’t you Steve?”

Even though his cock was encouraging him to get with the program, Steve started to realize Arlene had complete control of their encounters, and he figured that was getting to become a problem. Time to stir things up a little…

“I don’t know Arlene,” Steve said. “I guess…I think…it just isn’t right, you know?”

Arlene sat up in surprise, Steve’s cock falling from her mouth with a pop. “What?” she said “How can you say that? You didn’t seem so moralistic when you were squirting jizz all over my tits the other day?”

“That was unexpected and you were such a turn-on — I wasn’t thinking! Besides, this is different. You want me to fuck you! That’d be incest!” Steve said. Belying his words, Steve’s cock twitched furiously, making it clear at least one part of his body was in complete favor of the idea.

“So I should just go?” Arlene said, looking disappointed. Her hands, which had been lying on Steve’s thighs started moving over her body. “But I’m so fucking horny,” she said one hand pinching her nipples, the other sliding back and forth between her legs. “I need to cum, Steve, and I need you to help. Dan’s no use — he’s on the couch drunk and asleep”. (Although, in reality at that time Dan was munching on Sara’s young quim, thinking it was Arlene’s)

But Steve didn’t want to totally discourage pendik escort Arlene.

“OK,” he said, seeming to reconsider. “I’ll help you get off, but this has really got to be the last time.” It was a gamble: He thought he knew Arlene well enough that this would only make her want him more.

Without another word, Steve lifted Arlene and tossed her onto the bed. He roughly pulled her legs apart and ducked his head to her dripping pussy. Arlene quickly pulled her fingers out of her snatch, and was rewarded by Steve’s long tongue worming its way into her cunt. Steve couldn’t disguise the pleasure tasting her juices gave him, and his cock was again at full mast, but Arlene didn’t notice, her eye’s tight shut and her breathing fast while she tore at her stiff nipples with one hand, running her other hand through her hair as she bucked on the bed.

After only a few minutes, Arlene’s stomach tightened and she brought her thighs together, trapping Steve’s head in place. “That’s it… faster… my clit, like that….now put..again….Oh God I’m going to cum!” She said. A blush settled over her face and chest and she held her breath — then her whole body tensed as she rode Steve’s mouth in an explosive orgasm.

Panting, Arlene reached down to Steve’s face caressing it as he licked juices from around her puffy snatch.

“Hmm, you taste really good,” he said. “You should try it.” Without further warning, Steve rose up and gave her a French kiss, smearing her own juices on Arlene’s lips and tongue.

Arlene had tasted her pussy before, but was excited to have it delivered on a man’s mouth. Dan, her husband didn’t normally give her head, so the whole thing was a thrill. She wanted to pay Steve back.

“I’d like to return the favor,” she said, reaching down for his cock and moving her head toward it.

“No, Arlene, I don’t know…” Steve said.

Arlene pushed toward him, her mouth inches from its prize, straining to get his cockhead beyond her lips. She felt sure if she could get him in her mouth he’d quickly comply. Steve knew the same thing, and kept her at bay.

“I’ll jack off, like the other day, but I want you to take it all on your face: Don’t swallow it, now. OK?”

Arlene would go with pretty much any plan that involved his sperm hitting her body, so she nodded (still trying to wrap her lips around his shaft).

She kept her face inches from his cock as Steve rapidly whacked off, holding her head. She kept up a gentle pressure on his hand, trying to shorten the distance.

“I want that load of cum on my face Steve,” Arlene whispered urgently. “Are you ready to come yet? Wanna give me a facial big brother? My God you are soooo big. I bet your balls are just full of jizz and your going to paint it over your pretty sister’s face, right?”

Steve couldn’t hold on for longer but kept quiet as he reached the point of no return. His first blast of sperm caught Arlene off guard, making her stop talking and jerk back reflexively, as it landed just below her right eye. The next few shots coated Arlene’s forehead, cheeks and messed up her hair. As his pulses started to lessen, and as his cum began to smear down Arlene’s face, she licked it into her mouth when she thought Steve wasn’t looking.

“Did I do OK big brother?” Arlene asked, her eyes wide and innocent.

Steve understood what kind of game she was playing and had to hold back from wanting to start fucking her then and there. “That was amazing Arlene. But you know we really can’t do this again. What if Dan or Sarah found out?”

“We can be careful,” she said. “No one will know. Don’t you want to put your cock inside me Steve?” She asked again.

Steve thought fast. “But it would be incest if I put my cock in your pussy…”

He held his breath.

“How about my ass?” Arlene asked. “Would that be OK?” As soon as she said it Arlene had second thoughts. What was she saying! She’d only ever had anal sex once, when she was 19, and it had not been a great experience. And now she thought about it, Jack, her boyfriend at the time, was considerably smaller than Steve — how would she get that thick cock up her butt?

Steve saw her hesitation and decided this was a good way to even out the power. “Hmmm, that’s a great idea Arlene. How about Saturday night — do you think you can get Dan out of the house again?”

Arlene was suddenly indecisive. “I’ll let you know in the morning,” she said.

Steve decided to leave it at that and smiled, giving her a brotherly kiss on the cheek (and unintentionally getting a taste of his own sperm mixed with Arlene’s sweat). “I’ll look forward to it,” he said.

Arlene had been nervous about getting her ass fucked from the moment that she proposed it, but the shock of catching Sarah sucking her dad off took it totally maltepe escort out of her mind. Still, now it was Friday evening, and Arlene was thinking about the next day with a mixture of great excitement and nervousness.

But then she started to have an idea…

“Sarah,” Arelene said. “We should have that talk now.” The boys were watching a basketball game, leaving Arlene and Sarah loading the dishwasher.

Sarah hung her head down, then raised her face to Arlene defiantly. “It wasn’t what you think!” She said. “It was a mistake, a misunderstanding!”

“No doubt,” Arlene said, kindly enough. “Still you did suck off my husband’s — your father’s — cock and let him spray into your mouth, while he was licking your pussy, right?

Sarah’s head went back down. “Right,” she said quietly, wringing her hands.

“Come up to the bedroom with me, so we won’t be disturbed,” said Arlene as the boys cheered a 3-pointer.

“How did it feel?” Arlene asked. Sarah checked to see if she was being teased. “I mean how did having your pussy licked feel? I was surprised when I saw that because Dan doesn’t lick my cunt very often”

Sarah cringed at the crude words, but tried to respond calmly.

“Well, er…well I guess it was nice. It made me feel good, then really really good and then there was like a flash of white and I think I nearly passed out.” Sarah said.

“You had an orgasm girl!” Arlene said, grabbing Sarah’s waist, inches below her breasts which (to Sarah’s discomfort) starting to swell and harden under Arlene’s touch.

“I figured it was,” Sarah said. “But I didn’t know how crazy it’d make me. It made me want to work even harder on his penis…um, his cock, and then it was squirting in my mouth before I could really do anything about it.”

“That part always feels good.” Arlene said wistfully. “Anyway, Sarah, I suppose we’ll have to tell Dan what happened and see what he thinks should be done.”

“What! No!” Sarah said. “You can’t tell him — he’ll be furious, thinking I played a trick on him, or something. And he’ll never forgive himself or me for what happened. Arlene we can’t do that! Please I’ll do anything, please don’t tell him!”

There it was. “I’ll do anything”. Arlene smiled inside.

“Besides,” Sarah continued, slowly, thinking more clearly. “I happened to see you and Steve the other afternoon in your bedroom. Looked to me like you two are closer than siblings…ah….normally are. It ended up with you getting a lot of his…um…ejaculate on your body. And I know you went to see him again last night. Perhaps my dad would be interested in knowing all that too?”

Arlene’s eye’s narrowed. The little bitch was trying to fight back! Hmm, she hadn’t expected that. She rather admired how spunky (so to speak) Sarah had become. Still it wasn’t going to change anything.

“You’re right,” Arlene said, sighing sadly. “That’s going to make it even harder on Dan — he’ll be losing both of us.”

Sarah realized her bluff had been called: Was she prepared to go through the shouting and tears and accusations. And what would be the result — maybe Dan would divorce Arlene, but Sarah would be losing so much more — her father’s respect and love. She hung her head down again.

“It doesn’t need to be that way Sarah,” Arlene said, kindly. “I agree your first sexual experience wasn’t what you intended, but it can be truly beautiful. And you and I don’t need to be fighting about all this: Perhaps you’re right, maybe we shouldn’t mention any of this to Dan,” she continued, caressing Sarah’s arm. “Maybe this will, in some crazy way, make us closer.”

Sarah had had such a traumatic last 24 hours, she was very receptive to Arlene’s soothing voice. Sarah had hardly slept the previous night, waking from her sex-laden dreams, worrying about what Arlene would do. So, as Arlene continued to gently stroke Sarah’s arm, then caressed her face, Sarah relaxed and leaned into Arlene’s embrace. “Yeah, closer, that’d be nice…” Sarah said. The room was warm, Arlene was now stroking her hair, and Sarah felt she could close her eyes a moment.

Sarah woke a few minutes later, emerging from another dream. She was mumbling as she came back to reality. “Hmm, that feels good Daddy, keep licking my vagina, I mean my pussy like that.” It was a fantastically realistic dream. Too realistic she realized with a shock. Arlene’s head was tucked between her legs, Sarah’s skirt down at her ankles, her panties pulled to one side and Arlene was kissing and licking Sarah’s snatch like it was the most natural thing in the world.

‘What’re you doing!” Sarah exclaimed. “You need to stop that!” Still, Sarah made no serious attempt to move, except to squirm a little which only increased the delightful pressure of Arlene’s tongue and lips on Sarah’s kartal escort puffed up labia.

After a few more minutes, Sarah’s breath was becoming raggedy and she was bucking around on the bed.

“Still want me to stop?” Arlene asked. Sarah replied by pulling Arlene’s head back down to her desperate pussy, rocking her hips back and forth to maximize the friction. “Oh my,” said Sarah. “Oh my goodness!”

As waves of pleasure swept over her, Sarah’s head spun. Again she saw flashing lights.

After she recovered a little, Sarah realized Arlene was sitting next to her recumbent body, smiling down on her. “Sarah, your sexual education just took another step!” Sarah didn’t really need reminding about the fact that her first two partners had turned out to be her father and mother-in-law! Though she realized she never really thought of Arlene as her mother, since they were pretty close in age.

“Now, let’s see if you can give as good as you get.” Arlene said. As Sarah looked up in alarm, Arlene swung her hips over Sarah’s head. With a gasp she saw Arlene’s naked pussy lowering toward her mouth. Sarah lifted up her hands in protest, but ended up simply grabbing Arlene’s ass.

“Don’t be afraid Sarah,” Arlene said. “I think you’re going to like this.”

Sarah had little time to react, as Arlene’s fragrant shaved pussy was already laying on her mouth. The electricity of the contact and the memory of her own recent joy made Sarah’s tongue launch into Arlene’s snatch as if it had a will of its own. As Arlene slid her pussy around Sarah’s face, making lewd groans as she did, Sarah really got into the action.

“Hey, switch around now,” Arlene said. “And I want to see more of you.” The room had gotten quite dark by now and Arlene rose to turn on the lights. Arlene lay down again on her back, her legs over the edge of the bed, her knees raised. Sarah removed her remaining clothes and knelt down between Arlene’s legs.

“Hmm, I like that,” Arlene said, as Sarah resumed liking her out. “Rub my tits too will ya?”

Sarah did as requested, one hand reaching up to tease and tug at Arlene’s enormous breasts, while Sarah’s other hand dipped into her own soaking snatch.

Soon Arlene was writhing on the bed, Sarah hanging on as best she could while licking, sucking and nipping at Arlene’s prominent clit.

“That’s it Sarah, keep your lips right there…Yes, YESSSS!”

Sarah felt the tightening of Arlene’s pussy muscles and was rewarded with a squirt of juice and her own saliva coming out of Arlene’s pulsing pussy.

“Whew, that was intense!” Arlene said, giggling. She reached up and held Sarah’s head in her hands. “You did a great job Sarah, I think you’re a natural!”

Sarah didn’t know what to say. She should be feeling guilt at all this. But here she was naked, covered in another woman’s pussy juice and still with two fingers lodged up her own pussy — and she was beaming and proud.

“I think it’s time to continue to refine your experience within the family,” Arlene continued.

The smile instantly fell from Sarah’s face. “What do you mean?”

“I think it’s time we let Steve have some time with you,” Arlene continued. “I heard you talking about fucking his cock in your sleep this morning”

Sarah blushed intensely. If Arlene had heard, who else might have? Still she knew she had to stop this immediately.

“There’s no way I’m doing anything else…er…sexual with you or with Steve!” she insisted.

“Hmm, then I suppose I’ll have to distribute the movie.”

“What movie?’ Sarah said with a cold chill.

“The one we just made, girl” Arlene said, pointing to a little digital camera which Sarah only now noticed on the dresser. “With a little editing to get my face out of the picture, it’ll just be you going down enthusiastically on another girls snatch. Quite the YouTube sensation that could be — probably make you a really celebrity at your new college! The opening scene will be a little dark, but I might still try to use them, especially that part where you said “Daddy kiss my pussy” or something.”

Sarah was totally screwed. She sat heavily on the edge of the bed. Arlene reached up a hand to her shoulder. “Don’t fight me Sarah. You’ll lose if you try and you’ll have a great deal of fun if you do what I want. It was fun tonight, right?”

Sarah was again totally dizzy with conflicting thoughts. On the other hand, she had to admit that the evening had been awesome.

“But wait,” she said slowly. “I can’t simply have sex with Steve — I don’t have any birth control and anyway I don’t want my first time having sex…there…to be with my uncle! Anyway, what makes you think Steve’s going to want to make love to me?”

“Don’t worry about all that,” Arlene said airily. “He’ll make love to you because he’s going to think you are me, and where he’s going to stick his cock you don’t need to worry about becoming pregnant.” Sarah reacted with a jolt as Arlene smiled, licked a finger and reached down to rub Sarah’s tight asshole.

To be continued…

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“That looks like a nice spot to take a break.”

I looked across the small stream to where Jen was pointing. There was a copse of aspen, the leaves already yellow. The warm September sunlight appeared golden as it filtered through the aspen leaves. Nothing beats Colorado’s mountains in the autumn when the aspen turn with the season and the sky is so blue it defies words.

“Yeah, nice spot. We can step across the stream right over there.”

“You can step across, your legs are longer. I’ll have to jump. You can cross first and help me so I don’t fall into the water.”

“Yes, you don’t want to get your boots wet. We still have a ways to go to get back to the car.”

I stepped across the stream, and held out my hand for Jen to take to steady herself as she crossed. She half stepped, half jumped, and landed a little unsteadily on the other side. I reached out and got my other hand around her waist to help her. She settled against my chest, her tits pressed against me. She looked up at me.

“Thanks. I didn’t want to get my feet wet”

She kissed me. It was no accident that her tits pressed tightly against me.

“Although I might be interested in getting other things wet.”

I’d guessed that she had something other than a rest in mind when she suggested crossing the stream to this spot. It was a pretty spot, and secluded from the hiking trail.

I kissed her back. Jen was as close to sexually insatiable as any woman I had ever dated. That was more than great to me. She was also the absolute best fuck I had ever had.

We moved under the trees. I slipped off my backpack, pleased I had thought to pack a light camp blanket to spread out. I had anticipated that we might need something on the ground for our “hike”. Grasses covered the area under the aspens, still the blanket would keep either of us from touching anything itchy.

We sat down together. I leaned toward Jen and kissed her again.

“I want to get my boots off,” she said.

As she did, I pulled my boots off too. I looked over at her, and pulled her against me, kissing her. I still had my shorts and shirt on, but I was hard, anticipating her desperately.

I started feeling Jen’s tits. Her breasts were firm and beautifully shaped. I knew she didn’t think her breasts were big enough. I thought they were. I thought that whatever she lacked in size mattered little given their perfect shape.

After a few seconds, Jen stopped long enough to pull her tee shirt over off. No bra as usual. I cupped one breast with my hand, lowered my head to kiss and lick her nipple. Jen softly caught her breath. With my mouth and tongue still on her breast, I moved my free hand onto her thigh. I moved my fingers up her thigh, grateful once again that she was wearing hiking shorts. It made getting my fingers on her pussy much easier than if she had worn pants.

I slipped my fingers inside her shorts. I gently rubbed her through the panties, enjoying how turned on she was. Immediately I felt her moist heat through her panties.

Jen shifted a little, squirmed really, spreading her legs, pushing her crotch against my hand. She really wanted it, and I might be taking too long. I didn’t care about that, I wanted to enjoy her body. I knew that taking a little time would only get her more turned on.

I slipped my fingers inside her panties, feeling her silky labia, already slick bursa escort and wet. Jen moaned softly again. My fingers slid between her lips, finding the opening of her cunt. I gently fingered her, in and out, up to her clit, back to her hole.

Jen suddenly pulled back and quickly striped her shorts and panties off. I saw them land somewhere in the grass. Jen shifted, leaning back on her elbows, spreading her legs, her pussy facing me, the scant triangle of dark hair adding to my excitement, her pink inner lips swollen, protruding with an unmistakable invitation for pleasure.

I shifted my upper body between her legs. I opened her lips with my fingers, lowering my face to her pussy, sticking my tongue into her opening, then licking up to her clit. I circled her clit with my tongue, flicking it rapidly over the top of that firm little nubbin. I slipped two fingers into her cunt as I licked and sucked her clit. “I’m going to cum!”

Her fingers were tangled in my hair, pushing my face against her while I licked and fingered her. Immediately Jen moaned, thrusting her body against my mouth and hand.

“Oh God! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! I’m cumming!”

I kept eating her. I felt waves of cunt juice surging over my tongue as she climaxed. I don’t know if Jen even knew that happened when she had a super intense orgasm. I knew, and I thoroughly enjoyed lapping up those waves of hot juice.

I ate her as she squirmed in pleasure. I felt her tense. She was going to cum again. Focusing my tongue on her clit, I pushed two fingers deeper inside her, feeling for her G-spot. Hard and bumpy, I fingered her spot, sucking her clit while I did. Almost immediately, Jen came again, even more intensely than the first time. She moaned, writhing so much that I momentarily thought she might buck me off.

Now it was time for me to fuck her. She was the tightest cunt I ever had. And she fucked like a porn star. I had been with some wild and enthusiastic women before, still, Jen topped the list. She was the best fuck I had ever had.

As soon as she began to calm a little, I moved on top of her, squeezing a tit with one hand, as I guided my cock to her opening with my other hand. I pushed the head of my cock into her. Just that first inch, then held it there.

Jen opened her eyes when I didn’t immediately penetrate her. She hesitated for a second, then grinned.

“Are you going to fuck me with that thing or just leave it hanging out?”

I answered her by thrusting my cock as deep inside her as I could. I swear that I only stopped because I hit her cervix. Immediately I pulled it back, then plunged inside her again. I rode her deep and fast, just like she liked it.

Jen closed her eyes, her head went back and her mouth opened in a silent moan. I fucked her for another minute before she started to cum again, even more explosively than before. She moaned softly as she came. Jen was seldom noisy. She just wildly thrust her hips against me, thrashed and twisted in ecstasy. I didn’t mind a bit how volatilely she came, everything about sex with her was exceptional.

She slowed a little, maybe to catch her breath. I kept riding her with a steady, deep rhythm. I knew how she liked it. A minute or so to catch her breath, then she’d be ready to climax again. I think her best with me was a dozen or so orgasms before I came myself. I was okay with trying to break bursa escort bayan that record any time.

“There’s something poking me,” she said.

I hadn’t stopped or slowed. I didn’t want to stop. Her cunt was simply far too enjoyable to finish quickly.

“I’m poking you!”

She laughed a little.

“No, there’s a stick or something underneath the blanket. It’s a little distracting. I don’t want to be distracted.”

I rolled off of her.

“We could do it doggie style,” she suggested.

I was always in favor of doing Jen any way I could, and right then, I just wanted my cock inside her. Jen got on her hands and knees. I got behind her, then slowly pushed my cock into her cunt. I reached around, cupping a breast with my left hand. With my right hand, I reached down and got a finger on her clit.

When I touched her clit, Jen shuddered. A good shudder that told me that Jen was absolutely turned on. With my touch, I could feel her sexual energy escalate immediately. I pumped in and out, stroking her clit, playing with her breast. In less than a minute, Jen rewarded me by cumming again. She didn’t almost buck me off, yet she definitely had an intense orgasm. I continued to fuck her with a slow steady speed, my hand on her tit, my other hand steadying both of us by holding her hip.

Jen repeatedly muttered “Oh! Oh! Oh my God! Ahh!”

Moaning in unison to my pushes inside her, I could tell how turned on she was. I knew that I would be able to judge when I should fondle her clit again.

Over the next several minutes, Jen came twice more. I didn’t vary my rhythm, I just kept fucking her at the same pace, thrusting in, pulling out, thrusting in. Jen kept up her monologue of excitement. Whenever I felt her getting close, I would touch her clit. That would quickly send her over the top again.

That’s when I heard voices across on the trail. I looked up, spotting other people hiking down the trail across the steam. They weren’t real close, maybe 60 yards away. So far they hadn’t seen us. Or heard us. That was good. Jen had her head down, probably because she had just cum or maybe she was about to cum again. Either way, she hadn’t seen them. I was too busy fucking Jen to care if they glanced our way or not.

For a split second I wondered what Jen would do if she saw the people walking along the trail. I could tell her, but I didn’t want to do that. It wasn’t that Jen was an exhibitionist, just that she was over the top wild about sex. Good thing she was on her hands and knees as I fucked her from behind. If she had been on top riding me, she might have called them over.

Jen had asked me once if I’d ever done a threesome. I told her I had, once in college. Actually, it was really a friend and myself fucking the same girl, twice for me, three times for him. We didn’t even try so spit roast her, and never thought of a DP. Jen said she hadn’t, mainly because no one suggested it. I was intrigued, impressed with Jen’s attitude toward sex. Still, I wasn’t sure I wanted to risk it with Jen. Maybe some time, but I liked what we had.

I wanted Jen to cum again, so I didn’t distract her by saying anything about the people walking past our little alcove in the leaves. So long as the people didn’t interrupt us, I wasn’t going to say anything.

I didn’t change my rhythm with Jen, but I could see the people clearly now. They were escort bursa almost directly across from us, although the aspens around us seemed to block any view of us. It was two guys and a woman walking down the trail. Watching them, I guessed that they were likely in their twenties, younger than me for sure. They were laughing and talking, clearly flirting and having fun.

Jen still hadn’t seen or heard them. She was too fixated on getting fucked I guess. She was close to cumming again. She was moaning softly with every stroke into her. Not loud enough for the hikers to hear, although the girl glanced up, but didn’t appear to see us. I held off on fingering Jen’s clit until the hikers went around the bend in the trail.

I moved my hand back to Jen’s clit, finding it immediately and gently stroking it. Suddenly Jen tensed, then squirmed and shuddered underneath me. She bucked, thrusting back against me, moaning that she was cumming. I held her hips just enough so that I wouldn’t slip out of her, and pushed my cock deeper inside her. I held it there, not moving, just holding it deep. If felt like another intense climax for her.

I was ready for my own release. There might be other hikers and I didn’t want to get distracted. I started pumping Jen faster, building to my own orgasm.

A few more strokes in and out of Jen’s cunt, and I let go. I know that I moaned or groaned or said something right then. I’m still not sure what. I felt the cum surging deep inside my balls, right down at the base of my spine. Another stroke or two and I would burst. I pushed so hard and deep that Jen collapsed forward onto her elbows. I drove into her one more time, feeling the eruption of semen burst from my balls. I thrust in and out, a paroxysm of exquisite release.

I didn’t fall over from the exertion, although I might have. I just knelt behind Jen, looking down at her ass and back, feeling my cock starting to soften, slowly catching my breath. She was breathing more regularly within a few seconds. She didn’t seem in any hurry for me to pull out.

I knew when I did withdraw, the cum would gush out her. I’d shot a massive load.

After a minute or so, I had caught my breath enough to pull out. I did, and sure enough, globs of cum fell out of Jen onto the blanket. Good thing the blanket was easy to wash.

Jen and I sat lay next to each other, my arm around her, her head nestled against my chest. Life couldn’t get any better. I was looking up through sunlight, dappled canopy of golden leaves, with blue sky above, a beautiful woman resting against me. And a post coitus afterglow.

We must have been like that for several minutes. Jen stirred first.

“We’d better get dressed and head back to the car.”

“Okay.”

I knew that once we got to her place, we’d likely do it again.

We got dressed. I picked up the blanket and we headed back to the trail. Again, I helped Jen jump across the little stream.

We’d only walked a little ways down the trail when Jen slowed and turned to me.

“You know, when we get to my place, we could do it again.”

I chuckled a little, “great minds think alike.”

We kissed and started walking again, both of us seemingly pleased with ourselves. Then we came around a bend in the trail. Across the stream, on the edge of some trees, we could see the people who had walked by earlier. They too had a blanket, and they were obviously enjoying themselves. The girl was naked, kneeling between the two guys, a cock in each hand, sucking first one, then the other.

Jen looked at me, then smiled.

“What do you think?” she asked.

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This story contains realistic incest, not the fantasy incest of most stories. There’s bondage, smoking fetish, and torments. If you don’t like stories where the women are dominant and the men submissive, go find another story.

Fred found Pebbles’ ad on Craigslist. She looked like a nice enough escort, and had several good reviews on The Erotic Review website. His concern was that he wasn’t interested in fucking or a blow job. What he wanted was a woman to dominate him, like Marie did. He wanted a woman that would enjoy watching him suffer, like Marie did.

“Hello Pebbles.”

“Hello Fred.” Interesting. Pebbles let Fred know she had his name on caller id.

“Um, I saw your ad on Craigslist and I’d like to have a two hour session with you.”

“Have we ever had a session together?”

“Um, no.”

“Well, how do you know you want to be with me for two hours, Fred?”

Fred didn’t know. He knew he didn’t like to be rushed, and he hoped that Pebbles would enjoy domination. The first session with an escort was always a crap shoot.

“I liked the reviews you received on The Erotic Review.”

“Ok. I like a man that does his research. What are you interested in doing?”

Fred was confused. Pebble’s ad specifically said, no discussion. He knew that protected her somewhat from arrest.

“Um, I see that you smoke. I like to watch a woman smoke, and I want you to dominate me.”

“Mmm, that sounds like it could be fun. Is there anything you specifically want me to wear?”

“No, naked will be good. I have all my own toys. I’d prefer discussing what I want after I meet you.”

“I understand. Since you’re a new client, we’ll have a fifteen minute discussion before we start the session.”

“Wow, that sounds great. When can I see you?”

“I have a two hour block Tuesday at 8pm.”

“Sounds great. See you then.”

“Call me when you get to Glen Burnie. I’ll give you my address at that time, Fred.”

“Ok.”

“Bye.”

Later that afternoon, Pebbles, whose real name is Melissa, and her girlfriend, Michelle, were sitting at the dining room table.

“How was your day, Melissa?”

“Pretty good. Three clients called today. One of them, a new client, wants a two-hour session with me. He wants me to dominate him.”

“Ooh, does he know that you’re an experienced dominatrix?”

Melissa snickered. “No, I guess I forgot to mention that.”

Michelle giggled. “Boy, won’t he be surprised.”

“Yes, he’s in for a huge surprise. Oh, his name is Fred. Fred Johnson.”

Michelle’s face reddened. “You don’t suppose…”

“His phone number is 410 555-8674.

“Oh my God!” Michelle squealed. “My dad is coming here to see you!”

Melissa smiled. “Yes, Tuesday night.”

“I’m so glad you told me. I’m going clubbing Tuesday night. I’m not going to be here when he sees you.”

“No.” Melissa’s voice had a serious tone. “You will be here. You are going to help me dominate him.”

“What?” Michelle looked shocked. “You can’t possibly expect me to perform sexually for my dad?”

“Yes, I can.” Melissa held Michelle’s hands on the table. Her words were measured. “I’ve been listening to you talk about him and what he did to you for almost two years. You have three days to prepare yourself, but you will do what I command you to do for your dad. That’s an order.”

Michelle felt her resistance melt away with those words. “Yes Mistress.”

Melissa picked up her dishes and put them in the sink.

Michelle sat at the table, shocked, wondering what Melissa planned for her to do. It wasn’t until Melissa came back and gave her shoulder a smack with the back of her hand that Michelle got up, cleared the table and did the dishes.

Tuesday evening, Fred arrived in Glen Burnie fifteen minutes before the scheduled appointment. He pulled out his cell phone and called Pebbles.

“Hi Pebbles.”

“Hi Fred. Are you in Glen Burnie?”

“Yes.”

Pebbles smiled. “Ok, I’m at 1216 Valley Leaf Court. Park in front of the house, not the driveway. See you in a few minutes.”

Fred was surprised. He’d met all the other escorts at hotel rooms. He looked on the map, and saw that Valley Leaf Court was about two miles away. He drove down the highway, and turned into an ordinary subdivision. The houses were 30 to 40 years old, mostly simple four-squares.

The houses on Valley Leaf Court were newer and larger. 1216 was at the end of a cul-de-sac. He parked in front of the house, got his bag of toys, and rang the doorbell.

Pebbles opened the door. She looked a lot nicer than her picture. A few inches shorter than Fred, wearing a top and jeans, she let him in. Fred put the envelope with the $450 on the table by the door, and Pebbles smiled. She picked up the envelope and showed him to a bedroom, where she had him sit in a chair while she sat on the bed. Fred felt comfortable and intimidated at the same time. Comfortable, because the bedroom was a lot more homey than a hotel room. Intimidated, because Pebbles was looking pendik escort down at him in the chair, waiting.

Pebbles broke the silence. “Well?”

Fred felt confused. “Well, what?”

“Are you going to tell me what you want?”

“Oh.” Fred cleared his throat. “I’d like to watch you smoke naked. After that, I’d like you to lie in bed with me and cuddle with me.”

Pebbles looked down at Fred disdainfully. “Why the shyness? What happened to me dominating you?”

Fred looked at the floor. “I wasn’t sure that you wanted to dominate me.”

Pebbles smiled. “Oh yes Fred, I want to dominate you. I’ve been thinking about this session since the day you called. Do you trust me?”

Fred looked up at Pebbles. “Yes.”

“Good. I have a surprise planned for you. First, I want you to get undressed.”

Fred stood up and undressed.

Pebbles pulled out a leather blindfold, and put it on Fred. She handed him his toy bag, and commanded, “Follow me.”

With one hand on Pebbles shoulder, and the other carrying his toy bag, Fred followed Pebbles down two flights of stairs. He felt a chill as he passed through a room, and then an almost uncomfortable warmth. He felt her stop and wondered where he was.

“Put your bag down” Pebbles commanded.

Fred bent his knees and put the toy bag on the floor. He felt Pebbles push him into a chair, and tie his wrists tightly to the armrests. He felt her tie his ankles to the legs of the chair, and he wondered what she had in store for him.

When Pebbles took off Fred’s blindfold, he was surprised all right. It looked like an audio-visual room. There were four monitors on one wall, and several VCR machines on a couple of shelves. The monitors were off, but two of the machines were running.

Pebbles was still wearing her top and jeans. Shrugging her shoulders, she smiled and said, “I guess I can do one thing you asked for.” She peeled off her top and jeans, and lit a cigarette. Standing in front of Fred with her legs spread slightly, she took a puff of her cigarette, bent over, and blew the smoke in Fred’s face.

“Happy?”

Fred was impressed with her perky breasts and her shaved pussy. He had a strong feeling that she wasn’t going to let him touch any of her assets this evening.

“Yes, very.”

“So tell me, why do you like to watch a naked woman smoke?”

Fred squirmed in the chair. “My wife Marie would tie me up and put clothespins on my nipples or cock and balls. She would sit on the bed, watching me suffer, and pass the time by smoking. Over the years, I’ve learned to associate a naked smoking woman with the dominant bitch role that my wife played so well for me.”

“What happened to your wife? Did you divorce?”

“No. She died five years ago.”

“Ouch. I’m sorry for your loss. Did you have any children?”

“We had a daughter. She was 15 when Marie died, and she took it pretty hard. She ran away from home three years ago, when she was 17. She stayed at a friend’s house for a while, but she quit school and moved somewhere else. I haven’t seen her or heard from her since.”

Pebbles took a puff of her cigarette. “Wow. Why do you think your daughter ran away?”

Fred squirmed in the chair. “She was mad at the world after her mother died. She got mad at me after she caught me coming home one night from a strip club. I tried to explain myself, but she was gone a couple of days later.”

“I see. It sounds like you broke your daughter’s heart by going to a strip club. That wasn’t a smart thing to do.”

Fred looked at the floor. “I know.”

Pebbles finished her cigarette. She turned on a couple of the monitors. One showed the bedroom that Pebbles brought Fred to. He could see his clothes on the chair by the bed. The other monitor showed a different bedroom. The monitors cycled through four different views of the bedrooms. An overhead view, a view from the headboard, a view from the wall opposite the bed, and a side view from across the bedroom.

Both of the bedrooms were empty now.

A few minutes passed before Fred saw a woman enter the other bedroom. He watched her sit down and brush her shoulder length hair for a few minutes.

Pebbles smiled. “Do you like her?”

Fred smiled. “It’s hard to see her clearly in the monitor, but yes, she’s pretty.”

Pebbles grinned. “Good. In a few minutes, one of her clients will be here to see her. You get to watch them fuck, while I play with your cock. Does that sound like fun?”

Fred grinned. “Yes.”

Fred watched the woman brush her hair for a few more minutes, and then she left the room. About ten minutes later, she came back with a man. She undressed him, and he undressed her.

Pebbles coyly asked, “How does she look naked?”

Fred smiled. “She has a nice pair of breasts. Very pert for their size.”

Pebbles smiled. “Yes, they’re torpedo Double D cups. She had them enhanced for me and for her customers.” She squeezed her breasts. “Makes these C cups feel small.”

“Oh. Are you lovers?”

“Yes. escort pendik She’s my lover and somewhat willing servant.”

As the woman and her client got into the bed, Pebbles sat down on the floor in front of the chair, and lightly stroked Fred’s cock with her fingernail. His cock sprang to attention, and an occasional light stroke was all Pebbles needed to keep Fred hard.

The woman got on the bed on her hands and knees. The man got on the bed behind her, and pounded away. Usually, Fred didn’t like to watch fuck porn, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the monitor. This was different. They weren’t performing for a camera; they were having fun with each other. He felt like a voyeur, since they were upstairs in the same house. Pebbles’ teasing of his cock heightened the experience for him.

After about twenty minutes, the man lay down on the bed. The woman lay down beside him, and they kissed and cuddled for the remainder of the time. Fred enjoyed watching the kissing more than the fucking, and Pebbles didn’t touch Fred’s cock for minutes at a time.

After the hour was up, the man got out of the bed, and got dressed. The woman waited until he was dressed to get out of the bed. The man hugged her, fondled her breasts one last time, and watched her get dressed. They both left the bedroom.

Fred heard Pebbles ask, “Did you like the show?”

Fred nodded, and realized Pebbles couldn’t see his face. “Yes, I liked it very much.”

“Good.” Pebbles stood up and put on her top and jeans. “I have a client coming in about fifteen minutes. She’ll be down here to talk to you while I’m busy. You can watch my client and I fuck while she teases you, if you want.”

Fred felt confused. “Isn’t my time going to be up before you come back?”

Pebbles laughed. “That’s part of the surprise, Fred. I have no plans to untie you anytime soon. You’re spending the rest of the night tied to the chair. I think you’ll get your two hours worth of teasing, at least, while I fuck other clients. Sounds like a win-win to me.”

After a few minutes, Fred saw Pebbles on the monitor. He watched her put his clothes away in a dresser, and then leave. He was waiting for her to return with her client, when the other woman entered the room and stood in front of him.

Fred looked from the monitor to the other woman. She was naked, with her hands on her hips, looking stern. He could smell her scent from the sex she had. He thought about how passionate she was fucking and kissing her client, which aroused him. The lights in the room were behind him, and he could see her features very clearly. It took a moment for the thought to register in his mind. He was pretty sure that he was leering at his daughter.

“Hello daddy.” She spit the words out like the bad taste they must have had.

“Um, hi Michelle. I didn’t expect to see you here.” The understatement of the decade.

“I’m sure you didn’t.” Michelle got a cigarette, and lit it. She looked over at her father, bound to the chair. “I see you still enjoy sex with women my age.”

Fred’s face reddened. All the things Michelle said to him that night about embarrassing her and making her feel like she had to compete with strippers came flooding back into his mind. His cock wasn’t stiff anymore, even though his daughter was standing there, naked, smoking. She looked a lot like Marie when they were first married, except her breasts were a lot larger.

Fred watched his daughter stand in front of him and smoke. He wondered what she would do to him. He felt helpless, tied to the chair, and was concerned that Michelle might hurt him.

Michelle felt queasy. The only reason she hadn’t bolted from the room was that Melissa had ordered her to smoke naked for her father. She knew that he enjoyed watching pretty young naked women smoke, but she could see that his cock was flaccid. Good. If she was feeling miserable, he should feel miserable too. She smoked and posed for her father until it was time for her to see a client.

Pebbles came into the room a few minutes later. “So, did you and Michelle have a nice chat?”

Fred glared at Pebbles. “Why didn’t you tell me my daughter was your lover?”

Pebbles laughed as she lit a cigarette. “What, and ruin the surprise. Now why would I do that?” She crouched down in front of Fred and tickled his cock until it stiffened. “Don’t you want to watch your daughter fuck again?” She teasingly asked.

Fred didn’t want to, but he couldn’t help himself. He watched the monitor while Pebbles tickled his cock. This time, he noticed just how much Michelle acted like a young Marie in bed. He tried to think about Marie and all of the fun they had together, but the image of Michelle fucking and kissing was too much for Fred. He felt embarrassed that Pebbles kept him hard while he watched his daughter sexually service a client.

Pebbles got up, and lit another cigarette. “I have to meet a client in a few minutes.” She stood in front of Fred, smoking. He remained hard, watching her. After she finished her cigarette, she left.

Fred pendik escort bayan could hear Michelle screaming through the wall.

“What! You have to be kidding. No way.”

After a moment of silence, Fred barely heard Michelle say, “Yes Mistress.”

Fred wondered what that was all about, when Michelle came into the room. She was naked. She lit a cigarette and took a quick puff before she stood in front of him.

Fred felt himself harden. He reminded himself that he was leering at his daughter, but his stiff cock didn’t care any more. She reminded him too much of Marie, of all of the good times they had together.

Michelle took a puff of her cigarette. The sight of her father’s stiff cock made her nauseous. “Do you remember the diary you gave me?”

Fred felt stunned. “Diary? What diary? Oh, you mean your mother’s diary?”

“Yes. Do you know what she wrote?”

Fred thought for a moment. “I suppose she wrote about what happened to her. I never read it. I gave it to you so you would have her memories.”

Michelle smiled. “That explains it.”

Fred was happy to see Michelle smile. “Explains what?”

“Mom wrote about what happened to her, alright. She wrote about how you forced her to tie you up and torture you.”

Fred looked puzzled. “Forced? I never forced her to do anything.”

Michelle took a puff of her cigarette. “I’m not talking about physical force. According to mom, you would ask her and ask her until she finally gave in. As mad as she should have been about you pressuring her, she never enjoyed torturing you. That’s why she smoked. It made her feel better about what you made her do to you.”

Fred felt like he’d been punched in the stomach. “I had no idea. Why didn’t she say anything to me?”

“For being so old, you’re not very mature, are you?”

Fred looked up at Michelle. “What do you mean?”

Michelle blew cigarette smoke in Fred’s face. “Mom tortured you because she knew it made you happy. She didn’t enjoy the torture; she enjoyed pleasing you. She loved you.”

Fred looked at the floor. “Oh.”

Michelle looked through Fred’s toy bag. He felt her pick up his head. She blew more smoke in his face. “On the other hand, I’m enjoying torturing you.”

Michelle clipped a clothespin on each of Fred’s nipples. He yelped as the clothespins pressed against his nipples. “There. I know you get enjoyment from the pain.”

Fred couldn’t help himself. The combination of the pain in his nipples and seeing his naked daughter smoke was too much for his will power. His cock stiffened as he watched her stand before him, smoking.

Michelle smiled. At least I’m making him suffer for his pleasure, she thought. She tried to relax and enjoy her cigarette.

After Michelle left to meet a client, Pebbles came back into the room. She lit a cigarette, took the clothespins off his nipples, and crouched in front of Fred to tease his cock.

Fred yelped as the blood rushed into his nipples. After the pain subsided, he watched the monitor. He accepted that Michelle was an experienced escort, and allowed himself to enjoy watching her sexually satisfy another man. Her third of the night. He wondered if she enjoyed all the fucking, or just did it for the money. It looked like she enjoyed it.

Fred felt sorry when the hour was up. He felt strangely proud of Michelle, and what she was doing to support herself. He wondered what she was going to do to him this time.

Fred smiled when Michelle came into the room. This time, Pebbles didn’t leave.

Michelle lit a cigarette and looked down at her father. She could see his cock throbbing.

Fred wondered what Pebbles and Michelle were going to do now.

Michelle moved in front of him. “You’ve been ogling me all night.” Disgustedly, she took a puff of her cigarette and continued. “I’ll give you one chance to redeem yourself. If you can watch me caress myself for five minutes without cumming, I’ll consider you my father again.”

Fred watched his daughter finish her cigarette. She stood in front of him, throwing her head back, fondling her breasts, moaning with pleasure. He didn’t notice Pebbles kneel in front of him and lick his cock. Not teasing licks, either. No, Pebbles was doing her best to make him cum.

After a couple of minutes, Fred couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted his daughter back, but after being cock teased all night, Pebbles mouth felt so good. He closed his eyes and pictured her as a little girl, when her mother was still alive. He calmed down a bit and felt he could last the five minutes. All of a sudden he heard Michelle scream, “No fair!”

Fred opened his eyes to see his daughter with her hands on her hips. “No closing your eyes. You have to watch me! Just for that, now you have to last ten minutes. If you close your eyes one more time, you’ll never see me again. Melissa, let’s start over.”

Michelle closed her eyes, rubbing her hands all over her body, making mewing sounds. Pebbles went back to licking and sucking on Fred’s cock. Michelle looked so much like Marie, and sounded a lot like her. As much as he wanted his daughter back, the sight of her naked, caressing herself, along with the determined Pebbles, was too much for him. He came after a few minutes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What…” but she did not finish.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I want you,” he growled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then it happened.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re very busy these days.”

“Yes,” was all the answer he gave.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you thinking?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Your breasts still hurt?”

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

“Yes.”

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

“No.”

“Why?”

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

She looked away.

“Ask him to help you.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I can’t live without you.” I choked.

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

Another sob tore through my chest.

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

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

“I missed you,” I said breathlessly.

His features mellowed.

“I missed you too.”

We stared at each other for an electrifying moment.

“Suckle my breasts,” I said with longing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Open your legs.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes…you.” He replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s wrong?”

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

“Nothing, you just look strange.”

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

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

“Yes,” I answered back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I looked away.

“What’s the matter?” He asked.

“Nothing.”

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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