An Occasional Online Pasttime

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For most girls my age chat sites can be a complete bore. They’re usually full of guys (or occasionally pictures of girls that turn out to be avatars for guys) hanging around in the hope of swinging their dick at the camera and impressing a girl. They seem to have been conditioned by Internet sites (and, sadly, I have to include some of the writers contributing to Literotica in this category) into thinking that size is important and that every girl will gasp and throw themselves at your feet if only you have a large dick.

It’s not the case, of course, and I guess deep down most guys realise that. My best lover was a man much older than me who treated me with respect and realised that my being with him was a really big deal for me. He listened as much as he spoke, and our sex was amazing because I felt I was connecting with him. Porn distorts that. It’s raising a generation of young boys who think the fantasies they see in movies and read in stories are the minimum expectations for today’s lovers. Sad.

My first few experiences of chat rooms were great. I found people who really wanted to chat. One guy from Belgium had me in stitches with a mixture of funny stories and cute English, and all the dick wavers I just “nexted”. I “met” people from all over the world who genuinely had interesting things to say. I also met a surprising number of lesbians who were using the site to meet other girls. One day I was chatting with “Annie” from somewhere in America and she asked me to switch on my cam. We’d been chatting about twenty minutes and as I was wearing my pyjamas and was reasonably certain she was actually a girl, rather than a guy pretending, I did so. She did so too and I found myself looking at the face of a 22-year old brunette in a white T-shirt on a garden patio. Where she was it was about 3 in the afternoon. I was already tucked up in bed with my laptop. We chatted a bit more and then she asked me if I would mind taking off my top. She’d explained she was bi, and I’m certainly not one to judge someone by their lifestyle. Like most English girls I’ve had schoolgirl crushes on other girls – and in my case I’d taken it a little further at a party one night and allowed another girl to tongue me to an orgasm in the bathroom.

That had been my sole lesbian experience, however, so I’d never considered myself even remotely bi, and because I felt safe I agreed to do what Annie was asking me. bağdatcaddesi escort I slipped off my pyjama top and let Annie see my breasts. I’m a 32A, and therefore nothing like what porn writers write about. My breasts are ordinary but I’m comfortable with them and I’ve been told they are sexy by lovers. Annie showed me hers. They were bigger than mine and she had both nipples pierced. We chatted a few more minutes and then I said I was tired and logged off and put the laptop down to try to sleep.

But I didn’t sleep.

Within about ten minutes, I’d picked up my laptop again and was back on the site. Something had stirred down below and I found myself nexting people until I found another girl. She was in Argentina and I started by typing “Hola”. She responded and we chatted for about five minutes before I asked her to put on her cam. At first she resisted, but I put mine on and said I wanted to check she wasn’t a guy pretending. that persuaded her. I saw a blonde girl of about 18 with a pale blue shirt and some kind of public garden behind her. Although we chatted on for a while, there was no way she was going to show me her breasts in a public place so I nexted her and moved on.

That’s when I “met” Mike. Mike was in the UK and he was fairly honest about what he wanted. His bio on the page just said “Girls only. If you’re willing to strip for me, so much the better”. By the time I’d read down that far he’d already seen me and posted “Hi”. I wasn’t really sure but I typed “Hi” back and then he said “Do you happen to know the capital of Surinam?”

“Yes, Paramaribo”, I typed.

“Thanks,” he typed back. “Need to know for a work project tomorrow. LOL”.

It wasn’t the exchange you normally get on chat sites so I didn’t next him. I wanted to know what he’d type back. It was to the point.

“Straight. 42. Project Manager at IKC. Divorced. U?”

“Straight-ish. 19. Student nurse. Single” I typed back.

“You’re up late. What are you doing? Studying?” he wrote.

“No bored” I replied.

“Want some entertainment then?” he asked.

“Sure, why not?” I said. All the while, I was aware that my crotch was getting ever so slightly warm. It was fun typing into the dark with a guy I’d never met before who was more than twice my age.

“Let’s play a game”, he said. “I’ll ask you some more capital cities and you get points for beykoz escort each one you get right. If you get to 50, I’ll send you a Starbucks voucher for £10. If you get three wrong in a row, you show me one breast. No googling. Deal?”

“Deal” I typed, trying to suppress a laugh. What an imagination this guy had. But I also wondered how many other girls he’d tried this one on.

We started to play. Australia, Italy, Mongolia, Honduras… so far so easy. I was up to 20 points already. But I was aware that I was slightly disappointed. This was too easy. Then I got one wrong. Who knew that Tanzania wasn’t Dar Es Salaam?

“Gotcha!” he said.

“You said three in a row,” I countered.

“Yes, I know. But I’m glad you’re smart. It’s more fun with you than with anyone else who’s played this with me”

Well, flattery did it. I immediately asked for harder ones.

“I’m certainly willing to be hard for you ;-)” he wrote back.

“Angola!”

“Maputo?” I guessed.

“Nope, wrong side of the continent. That’s Mozambique. You needed Luanda. Now there’s only one more standing between you and exposing your tits to a stranger. LOL”

I laughed aloud.

“OK, try me” I wrote, and I realised my fingers were shaking with excitement – and I realised what I was now going to do.

“Italy” he wrote.

I paused. Them with shaking fingers wrote

“Paris”

“That’s such a stupid answer, I’m gonna need two breasts” he wrote. “LOL”

I switched on my cam.

“Jesus, you’re gorgeous” he wrote.

“Don’t put your cam on” I typed. For some reason I didn’t want to see him.

I switched on the bedside lamp. It’s not my reading light. It gives a faint seductive glow. I put it on when Steve comes round. It’s cheaper and safer than a candle.

I unbuttoned my top and slid it off my shoulders showing the mysterious stranger my tits.

“They are lovely” he wrote. Can I see more of you?

I nodded and put my finger to my lips. I don’t know why. My speakers were switched off and I certainly wasn’t concerned about the neighbours hearing me.

“Panties?” he typed?

I slid my legs out from under the bed clothes and tugged at the cord on my pyjama bottoms. I pulled them down and arranged myself so he could see my panties – black and from Marks and Spencer. Nothing fancy, but he didn’t seem to mind.

“Slip them caddebostan escort off for me” he typed.

I slowly pulled them down my thighs and moved the laptop so my pussy was in full view of my camera. I parted my lips with two fingers and began to masturbate.

“I’m gonna do the same” he typed and there was no more typing for the next ten minutes while I rubbed myself into a climax and let him watch me.

That was it. There was no more. I nexted him and such is the site’s operating model that I have never seen him there again – although I’ve had lots more offers from guys and girls.

Then, last night, there was something new. Steve had come around. His wife is away in Prague on a course at the moment so he was able to stay the night, which he usually can’t do. We had long languorous sex on my living room rug and crawled into bed around ten. He’d had a long day and he was snoring within five minutes. I wasn’t ready for sleep so I pulled out my laptop and logged on to the same site. It wasn’t long before I found what I was looking for. A guy with no camera or image looking for a girl to strip for him. this time it was a Canadian called Jonny. We chatted for a few minutes and he soon got around to asking me if I’d read his bio (the lines describing what he wanted – i.e. a stripper). I decided to pretend I was married – ready to flip the cam onto the sleeping Steve if he demanded proof. To my surprise, that made him even more interested!

“That’s great!” he typed. “What hubby won’t know, won’t hurt him – and it’s not real sex, after all.”

I turned on the cam and showed my face. Then I moved the cam to Steve’s sleeping face next to me.

“PLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEAAAAAASSSSSEEEEEE!!” he typed.

I was surprised to find that the thought of stripping again for a stranger online turned me on more than the sex with Steve had. I nodded and stripped off completely, again positioning the laptop so he could see my pussy. I started masturbating and he turned his camera on in the middle of it. I’d created a fantasy in my head of what this stranger might look like, and although he wasn’t anything like what I’d pictured, he was pleasant enough – and he was working his dick furiously until he started to spurt wads of semen into my screen! I couldn’t quite cope with that and I came – although not in the tumultuous way that porn stories normally have women cumming. It was warm and lovely and certainly nicer than curling up alone, but it probably would have been nicer if he’d actually been there.

So that was last night. Tonight I can stay up late as I don’t have work tomorrow. Right around now it should be early evening in Brazil. Let me just log back on…

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An Unexpected Show

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Tall, with legs for days with blonde hair streaming down her back like a silvery waterfall. My Sexy Goddess lies on the bed, and wishes me well for my meeting. In reality, I know she doesn’t truly care, hell, I paid for her services so she could keep me company for my trip, but damn. I almost don’t want to leave so I can stay and enjoy what I paid for. I give her what I am hoping, is a lustful smile and leave the hotel suite.

The only thing that sucks about running a multibillion dollar company is the meetings. I hate not getting what I paid for, and yet I grin as I simultaneously plot the sexual destruction of the gorgeous Goddess I left and the board meeting I myself had called for, last minute of course, it was my right after all.

I opened my bag and… Shit. I left the briefing papers on the table by the door… That Mynx made me forget them. I growl as I tell my driver to wait and turn on my heels, my hand twitching for my flogger as I picture that Goddess’s skin changing colour and all the spectacular cries I will drag from her.

As I unlock the door to the hotel suite I freeze in my tracks as I hear the undeniable sounds of pleasure echoing around the suite. “That Bitch!” I growl to myself. “How dare she have another client in my room!” I stalk down the hallway to the room and peer around the doorway, ready to burst in on her. My pants immediately tighten at the sight before me.

She sits before a laptop, Her laptop, the part of my brain that is still functional, supplies the information. She is completely naked and arched backwards, her legs splayed, and according to the sounds fikirtepe escort I can hear, she is working herself into a frenzy. The sounds, much to my delight coming from the computer are not male, but female, and they are urging her, encouraging her.

“Gods I wish I could paint you like this. So open to me, so gorgeous. My Angel, my sweet sexy Angel” The voice from the computer encourages my Goddess. My meeting, forgotten as I stand transfixed at the sight before me. Whoever is behind the computer I now consider my ally as this is the most erotic thing I have ever seen. A personal show for me and the best part is I didn’t even have to dictate the terms.

The sounds of her pleasuring herself in the room before me are echoed back by the speakers, a symphony that my whole body reacts to, and one I know if I join, will be spoiled so utterly. I am stuck, watching, listening, paralyzed… I breathe in, and all the self control I possess is employed not to groan aloud at the smell. I contemplate for a brief second playing along, and just as quickly banished the thought. If i was caught, if I ruined this show… I would never forgive myself.

My Goddess, growls and I am shocked momentarily at the sound. “Just keep going Baby, come already so I can see you come apart before me!” The bossy tone of my girl both irritates and intrigues me. She is usually very compliant and never talks back… The punishment for this has just gotten more exciting, yes, I’ll make that Goddess mine again!

“Gods, I love that sassy tone, I love to watch you fall apart, I only wish I could be gebze escort there so I could kiss that smart mouth of yours. Please show me my Angel, show me Heaven while I am stuck in Hell without you”. My Goddess arches further back, her beautiful body displayed, her breasts lift and are proudly displayed, shimmering from the sweat of her exertions, The sight alone if captured on camera would be called fake, so perfect it looks to my eyes. She gasps, moans, and cries out, a perfect sound of pleasure as her orgasm rips through her, echoed back at her from the woman on the other side of the monitor. I watch as her body shudders and she gasps and her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, raising her face, that beautiful blond hair stuck to her sweat and her hair all messy. That there is one of the most beautiful sights in the world I smile to myself, as I see a lazy smile cross her face.

“Gods.. that view! My Angel… Seeing you cry out mmm, yes I’m going to paint that sight” The words call almost lasily from the computer, exhaustion evident in the words. I instantly envy the viewpoint from the camera on the computer. I am instantly frustrated and annoyed, I stare side on and I have barely seen anything, and yet… and yet… “No you won’t! You won’t paint me like that! Someone would find it!” My Goddess snaps back with a ferocity I am not used to, but the other woman takes it in stride. “How else am I supposed to get off when you are busy with your clients? Wait until you have time? I miss you every time when you are not beside me… even this view… It’s not enough”.

My Goddess’s içerenköy escort face softens at the words spoken. “I’ll call you like this whenever I can… I miss you too, but I have to go, I need time to get this place sorted before he gets back.”

“Ok, Good-bye My Angel”

“Goodbye Baby”

I heard the Laptop click close as I walked quickly down the hallway to the kitchen. Pulling out my phone, I was profoundly happy once again that the vibration was turned off.The vibrations of phones was something during meetings I couldn’t stand the sound of. Either you had it on or on silent there was no other option in my opinion. I stared at the multiple missed calls from both the board meeting I was going to attend, and my driver. I immediately called my driver and apologised, my voice echoing through the suite, and then placed a call to the board. Urgent business had turned up and I would be an hour late. I glanced towards the bedroom actually… Make that two hours late.

I could hear her in the room struggling to clean up. I knew she had heard me and was trying to cover the evidence. Smiling as I hung up the phone, I strode to the room and casually leaned on the doorframe while she scurried around the room. “Who’s been a very Naughty Girl?” I drawled, and for a second I saw fear in her eyes, as she froze and her blue eyes locked with mine. “Oh yes, I saw you, so sexy… So delicious” Her eyes flicked to my pants. I was as hard as a rock and I wasn’t hiding it.

“But for being so deliciously naughty, for at least giving me a sexy show, I’m going to reward both of us” I say as I stroll over to the cabinet and pull out my favourite toy. “Gods yes… Watching your ass turn pink and making you mine again will be. So. Much. Fun.”

Many thanks to my Muse VixenValkrane for the characters I got to work with for this story. I hope you enjoy it!

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At Last More Than Just Friends

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Dina Linden is 20 years old and she’s a freshman at college. She’s also a grade A student who likes college, if it wasn’t for one thing.

Ever since high school she had been picked on by some of the guys in her class as well as some of the girls. But mostly the guys.

The reason for this, is the fact that she has rather enormous natural breasts. At 20 her breast size is a size F.

And the last years in high school she got to hear terms like: Boob queen and big boobs.

But there was one guy that always tried to get the guys to stop calling her names, but most of the time he and the guys just got into fights, after which they still continued to call her names.

That one guy’s name is Tyler Wiliams, and most of the times he ended up in trouble with the teachers after he had fought the bullies.

Tylers and Dina’s parents had moved into, at that time a mostly white neighborhood at the same time. So even though Tyler and his parents were black they became very good friends.

And from the age of five, Dina and Tyler became best friends. They even went to the same classes all through school.

But now as they both went to college, even the same college as a matter of fact, they didn’t have any classes together.

Tyler had put his energy into football and Dina was more of a studying person.

——–

Tyler was also 20 years old. He’s about 6 foot 4 inches tall. He trains a lot for the football team, so he’s quite muscular.

Dina has auburn hair, and she’s about 5 feet 5 inches tall. And she weighs about 130 pounds. Even though her chest is rather large, she has a rather average body figure. Although she thinks that she’s a bit chubby and that her butt is a bit too big, but so do most girls.

Girls that have a big chest like Dina sometimes have back problems, but due to the fact that she has gym classes and she also works out two or three times a week, she doesn’t have any problems with that.

——–

Dina had hoped that when she came to college that the name calling would stop. But one of the guys who had been calling her names in high school, had ended up at the same college as Dina went to.

So there that same guy got some followers and kept on calling her names. But this time Dina was reluctant to tell Tyler about it, because she didn’t want him to get into trouble and maybe loose his scholarship.

And lately she had also started to feel something else for Tyler. Something that made her a little bit warmer each time she thought of him.

——–

It was a Tuesday and Dina had just finished her math class. As she was walking down the hallway amongst other students, she heard something that she had heard before.

“Well there goes the boobie queen.” A guy said.

Dina looked over and it was Jake, the bully who had been in the same class as her in high school and had called her names.

“Look guys, she has a pair of balloons underneath there.” Jake said to his small group of friends who stood with him.

And the guys laughed.

“Isn’t that getting a bit old?” Dina then said trying to hide the fact that what he said hurt.

“I don’t think so.” Jake said as they laughed.

Then as Dina went over to her locker, there was a sketch of a girl with huge breasts drawn on it.

But then a teacher came over to her.

“Who did that Dina?” The teacher asked her.

Dina looked over at Jake and his friends.

“I see.” The teacher said.

“Well Jake, why did you do this?” The teacher then asked Jake.

“I didn’t do anything, she is just trying to get attention.” Jake told the teacher.

“I am not.” Dina told them.

“Well I want to see you in my office Jake.” The teacher told him.

“Fine.” Jake said.

The teacher talked to Jake, but it didn’t change anything. He still continued to draw pictures on her locker and call her names.

A half an hour after she had gotten home one day, Tyler came by her house. Dina’s mom opened the door.

“Oh hi Tyler.” Dina’s mom said hello.

“Hi Mrs. Linden, is Dina at home.” Tyler asked.

“Yes, she’s up in her room. But she’s a bit down about something that happened at school I think.” Dina’s mother told Tyler.

“Is she ok.” Tyler asked.

“I think so, but maybe you can find out about what happened at school.” Dina’s mom asked Tyler.

“Okay.” Tyler said as he went upstairs.

When Tyler came up to the door to Dina’s room he knocked.

“Don’t come in.” Dina’s said from within the room.

But Tyler had already opened the door.

Dina laid on top of her bed and she was crying.

“Dina, what’s wrong.” Tyler asked as he went over to Dina.

“I told you not to come in.” Dina told Tyler.

“I’m sorry.” Tyler said.

“It’s just that I didn’t want you to see me like this.” Dina said.

“Well let’s wipe of those tears.” Tyler said as he brushed of a tear from under her eye.

“And let me see that smile of yours.” Tyler said smiling.

Dina gave out a small smile.

“That’s better.” kaynarca escort Tyler smiled.

“Now, is it because of something at school you were crying?” Tyler asked.

Dina nodded.

“It’s not that jerk again from our high school is it.” Tyler asked.

“Yes.” Dina said as she looked down.

“Well now he’s going to get it.” Tyler said with an angry voice.

“No, I don’t want you to get into trouble.” Dina said as she hugged Tyler trying to stop him.

Tyler slowly calmed down.

“It’s ok Dina, I’m not going to get into trouble, I’ll just have a talk with him.” Tyler reassured Dina.

Then as Dina slowly let go of Tyler, she looked into his eyes and he looked back into hers.

“Uhm, well I have to get going, I have some stuff to do.” Tyler said as he stood up.

“Oh ok.” Dina said trying to pretend that something almost didn’t happen.

A moment later Tyler left.

After that Tyler went out and bought some stuff for school the next day. He also made some phone calls.

The next day classes began and the students went to their class rooms. Jake was walking in the hallway towards his class, when he was grabbed by a couple of guys from behind.

He was dragged into a bathroom.

And there in front of him stood Tyler.

“What the hell is going on?” Jake yelled.

“We are going to teach you a lesson on what will happen if you say or do anything to Dina in the future.” Tyler told him.

“What the!” Jake yelled out as the guys who were holding him started to strip him.

And then they gagged him.

Then when they had gotten him totally naked, Tyler poured something over him from a bucket that read: Washable glue.

When Jake was covered in that stuff, Tyler held up a bag of yellow feathers over his head and then just poured them over him.

The feathers stuck to the glue on Jakes body, and he started to look like a chicken.

Then one of Tylers friends looked out from the bathroom to see if anyone were out in the hallway.

“The coast is clear.” Tylers friend said.

“Ok, let’s get him out.” Tyler said.

They picked up Jake and then carried him out to the corridor, and then over to the west wall. There they tied him to a pole. In front of him they sat down a tape recorder that had a tape with chicken noises.

“Now remember, if you say anything to Dina again something worse will happen.” Tyler told Jake.

Then as the bell rang, they played the tape. The recorder began to make chicken noises.

And soon the hall filled with students that saw Jake looking like a chicken and heard chicken noises coming from him.

Most of the students started to laugh. Dina was also coming out from her class room into the corridor, and there she saw Jake.

Dina couldn’t help but to laugh a bit.

But soon some teachers came and released Jake and took him away. It took three showers to get rid of all the feathers and glue on Jake.

The next day at school as Dina was walking through the hallway Jake came up to her.

“What is it now?” Dina said as she thought he was going to say something smart.

“I…I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for everything that I’ve done to you.” Jake told her looking down at the floor.

“Oh, well… ok.” Dina said.

She couldn’t believe that he actually was apologizing to her.

“And that it will never happen again.” Jake then said as he walked away.

“Wow.” Dina thought to herself.

Dina knew that it was Tyler that had gotten him to stop calling her names. So that afternoon she went out and bought a present for Tyler.

After which she went over to Tylers house to give him the present.

It was Mr. Wiliams who opened the door.

“Hi Mr. Wiliams, is Tyler at home.” Dina asked.

“Hello Dina, Tyler is in his room.” Mr. Wiliams told her.

“Thanks.” Dina said as she walked in and then upstairs to Tylers room.

“Tyler, are you here.” Dina said as she opened the door to his room.

And there she saw Tyler sitting on his bed with his pants down looking at something and stroking something else.

“Dina!”

Tyler quickly got the cover from the bed over his lap, and he put back the thing that he was looking at into his bedside table.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Dina said as she quickly turned around.

As Dina looked away Tyler quickly pulled up his pants and then stood up.

“I’m so sorry Tyler, I should have knocked.” Dina said.

“No harm done.” Tyler told her feeling embarrassed.

“I just need to go to the bathroom for a minute, you can wait here in my room.” Tyler told her as he went out from his room.

As Dina was waiting in Tylers room she also felt embarrassed. But then she started thinking about what Tyler had been doing.

“Had he really been masturbating?” Dina wondered.

Dina wondered what it was that he had been looking at while he was doing this. She saw him put something into his bedside table.

“Should she look?”

“It was probably a dirty magazine.” Dina thought to herself.

“Maybe I should just take a peek.” She then thought.

Dina küçükyalı escort decided to take a look in his bedside table.

As she went over to his bed and opened the drawer she was stunned at what she found.

It was a picture of Dina in a bathing suit.

She couldn’t believe it. Tyler had been looking at her while he was…

Dina then heard someone walking and she quickly closed the drawer.

Tyler came back into the room.

“Dina, about what you saw.” Tyler said.

“Oh, I didn’t see anything.” Dina told Tyler lying.

“Well…” Tyler said.

Dina felt that this was getting a bit awkward, but then she remembered why she was here, her present.

“Here I bought you something.” Dina said as she handed a rapped gift over to Tyler.

“What’s this for.” Tyler asked.

“I think you know what, a certain bully apologized to me today.” Dina told Tyler smiling.

Tyler smiled back at Dina.

“Well, aren’t you going to open it?” Dina asked.

“Sure.” Tyler said.

Tyler opened the present. It was a watch.

“I’ve seen you looking at that watch lots of times in the store.” Dina told Tyler.

“Dina, I can’t accept this. It must have cost you a lot of money.” Tyler said.

“I want you to have it, you’re my best friend and more…” Dina stopped herself before she could finish that sentence.

Dina blushed as she looked down at the floor and then up at Tyler again.

“Dina I…” Tyler tried to say something.

“I have to go.” Dina said as she rushed out of the room.

Dina came to the door and was about to walk outside.

“Dina wait!” Tyler said.

Dina stopped and turned around.

“Yes.” She said.

“Dina I… would you like to go out with me on Friday.” Tyler got the nerve up and asked her.

Dina looked at Tyler and she smiled.

“Yes, of course I will.” She said smiling.

“Great… pick you up at six.” Tyler said.

“Ok.” Dina said still smiling as she then went home.

The days up to Friday all Dina could think about was her date with Tyler. She realized that she had been in love with Tyler for quite some time now.

When Friday came and school was out Tyler checked his new watch. It was still hours away until he was going to pick up Dina, but he just had to go over to her and tell her that he had gotten tickets to her favorite concert.

As Tyler went over to Dina’s house the front door opened and Dina’s father came out with a suit case.

“Oh hi Mr. Linden.” Tyler said.

“Hello Tyler.” Mr. Linden said.

“I’ve heard that you and Dina are going out on a date this evening.” Mr. Linden said.

“Yes, if it’s ok with you.” Tyler then said.

“Well I’m glad it’s you that she’s going out with, I know that you are dependable.” Mr. Linden told Tyler.

“Thanks.” Tyler said.

“But don’t be out to late.” Mr. Linden said.

“Of course not.” Tyler told him.

“Are you going away or something?” Tyler asked Mr. Linden.

“Oh yes, the Mrs. and I are going away to Paris for the weekend.” Mr. Linden told Tyler.

“Well have a nice weekend.” Tyler then said as he went inside and walked up to Dina’s room.

Tyler was rather exited about that he had managed to get those concert tickets, that he forgot to knock.

“I’ve got a…” Tyler paused as he opened Dina’s door.

Dina was standing over by her closet, wearing only a bra and a pair of panties. Wow, was the first thing that came to Tylers mind as he saw Dina in front of him.

Dina turned and saw Tyler standing there, and the both of them looked at each other for a few seconds.

“I’m sorry.” Tyler then said as he quickly turned around.

Dina then got a towel around herself while she got a little smile on her face.

“You can look now, I’m decent.” Dina told Tyler.

Tyler slowly turned around.

“Sorry.” He said again.

“Our date isn’t until six is it.” Dina said.

“I know, but I just had to tell you that I’ve got tickets to that concert that you’ve been wanting to go to.” Tyler told Dina.

“Oh Tyler.” Dina said as she rushed over and hugged Tyler.

A moment past.

“Well I should leave you to get dressed.” Tyler said.

“Bye.”

As Tyler came home he took a shower and then got dressed. It was already half past five so he got out and took his car over to Dina’s house.

He then went over and rang the bell. Dina opened the door.

“Wow, you look great.” Tyler said as he saw Dina.

Dina was wearing a dark purple and rather tight top, showing a little cleavage. She also wore a pair of tight pants.

Tyler couldn’t believe that she could wear a top like that with the size of her breasts.

“You look nice yourself.” Dina said.

“Should we go?” Tyler asked.

“Sure.”

They then drove over to where the concert was being held. The concert were held inside of a stadium and Tyler and Dina had seats in the middle.

They sat down and soon the concert began. A few minutes later Dina looked over at Tyler and then took and held his hand. Tyler smiled back at her.

One sancaktepe escort and a half an hour later the concert was over, and soon after they got out to Tylers car and drove home.

As Tyler pulled up to Dina’s house they talked for a minute.

“I had a great time tonight.” Dina told Tyler.

“Me too.” Tyler told her.

The two of them looked at each other for a few minutes then Tyler reached over and gave Dina a kiss.

They looked at each other again and then they started kissing again.

“Tyler.” Dina then said.

“Yes.” Tyler replied.

“My parents aren’t home.” Dina said as she looked at Tyler.

“Do you want to come in?” Dina then asked him.

“Are you sure.” Tyler asked.

“Yes.” Dina told him.

“Ok.” Tyler said.

Dina and Tyler then got out of the car and went inside. As they came inside Dina took Tylers hand as she walked him upstairs towards her room.

As they walked into her room they sat down on her bed.

They looked at each other for a second then they got close and started kissing. Soon they had their tongues inside of each others mouths.

Tyler had his hand on her thigh, then a moment later Dina took his hand and guided it up to her breasts.

Tyler felt her huge boobs as he began to caress them on the outside of her top.

Dina then reached over and began to unbutton Tylers shirt. Tyler unbuttoned his final button and then he removed his shirt. Dina then laid her hands on his chest and ran her them through his muscles.

A moment later Dina pulled away a bit and took a hold of her top and slowly pulled it over her head, revealing her large breasts in her white bra.

Tyler looked down at them as he then reached over and touched them. He looked up at Dina as she reached around back and unhooked her bra.

She then slowly removed it and let it drop to the floor.

“Oh wow.” Tyler said as he for the first time saw her huge naked breasts.

Dina smiled.

Tyler slowly reached over and cupped one of her boobs. It didn’t fit in his hand, they were so big and soft.

Tyler leaned over and kissed Dina, as he then continued to kiss her neck and then worked his way down to her hard nipples.

“Mmm.” Dina moaned as Tyler sucked her nipples.

A few minutes later Dina and Tyler both stood up, and began to remove their pants in front of each other.

As Dina pulled down her pants she showed her bra matching panties. She looked over at Tyler as he got down to his underwear.

Dina couldn’t help but to wonder about that huge bulge in his underwear, as she slowly pulled down her panties.

Dina now stood completely naked in front of Tyler, but then she laid down on the bed.

Tyler pulled his shorts down revealing his hard 12 inch black cock. It stood straight up.

Dina got an amazed look on her face.

“I didn’t know that they could get that big.” Dina said softly.

Tyler smiled as he reached down and took out a condom from his wallet. Dina watched Tyler as he had some trouble getting it on, because his cock was a little too big to fit right.

But as he managed to get it on, he walked over to the bed and laid down next to Dina. They kissed for a few minutes.

Then Tyler was making his way between her legs, which Dina parted so that he could get in.

“Tyler, please go slow, I’ve never done this before.” Dina told Tyler.

“I know, I’ll be careful.” He told her.

Dina smiled.

Tyler then reached down and guided his cock up to Dina’s tight virgin pussy.

He then started to gently push his thick cock into her pussy. A few pushes and her pussy opened, and his cock began to glide inside.

“Ahh.” Dina cried out in a soft voice.

“Are you ok?” He asked Dina.

“Yes.” She said.

He then pushed a little more inside of her.

“Ahhh.” Dina cried out once more, this time a little louder.

“Does it hurt?” Tyler asked Dina as he stopped moving.

“A little, you’re just too big.” Dina said.

“Do you want me to stop?” Tyler asked her.

“No, I want you to have me, I’ll be fine.” Dina told Tyler.

Tyler then started moving again, slowly pushing more and more of his shaft inside of her.

As he had half of his cock inside of her he started to move it in and out.

“Ohhh.” Dina moaned out.

“Does it hurt?” Tyler asked again.

“No, it’s starting to feel nice.” Dina told him.

Tyler then continued to move his cock in and out of her. And soon he was getting up a rhythm.

“Oh…oh ah.” Dina moaned.

Tyler reached down and kissed her.

“Oh oh yesss.” Dina then cried out as she then started to shiver a bit.

“Oh Tyler… I love you.” Dina moaned softly.

Tyler smiled.

“I love you too.” He told Dina.

A few minutes later Tyler started to grunt more and more.

Dina looked up at Tyler.

“Ahh ahhh.” Tyler grunted out as he came.

His cum totally flooded that condom.

Tyler then looked down at Dina and they both then smiled as he sunk down onto Dina.

That night they slept in each others arms.

The next morning they woke up at noon. It was Saturday and Dina’s parents weren’t going to be home for another day.

“Hi gorgeous.” Tyler said.

“Hi.” Dina said smiling.

“Last night… it was great.” Dina said smiling.

“Yes it was.” Tyler told her.

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And I Danced Ch. 01

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Part one: For Charles

The attraction was there the first night I saw him. Something about this guy caught my eye in the crowded noisy room. I found myself drawn back to his face many times through the evening. He had intensity in his eyes that just spoke without words. I usually don’t even notice the men in this place sometimes it is hard enough being here myself and I question why I would be here.

Dancing is a job that is at times a pleasure. I have to close my eyes and take myself away from the club and its patrons nearly every time I step on the stage. Learning to look through the men while they think I am looking at them was a necessity for me. Some of the girls love the play they love the tease quick frankly I love the money and the music.

It was the first Saturday of the month the night I did the shower scene. It was very popular and always brought big tips. Once I found a way to put a shower and a wet tee shirt together on the stage I knew it was going to be a good thing for me. A woman’s body all wet, braless with a clingy white tee shirt and strobe lights and a little liquor always seemed to seduce the entire room. Some nights it was a difficult set for me because it was hard for me to get into it. Not tonight.

Naughty moves and nasty ideas omitting from bedroom eyes were all part of the dance all the while looking blindly at the faces looking back at me. He just silently demanded my attention.

My first set was a dance to the song Holy Water by Bad Company. I liked the strong pounding beat. The red and black leather lace up bodice and matching red leather g-string was always a hit I love the smell of leather and the feel of it against my flesh. Black thigh high stockings and 5- inch heels made my 5 ft. tall body have the illusion of towering power.

The 10 tables that were pressed against the stage were always occupied and they were usually occupied by the loudest most crude men in the club, it is as if they had to be up close to ensure they were seen and heard. The stage is wood, horseshoe shaped and equipped with tiny lights in the walking portion to add visually pleasant illusion. There is a burgundy drape running across the back and sides of the stage made of some tacky velvet material.

On the other side of the room in a loft is where JJ works he is a wonderful DJ and announcer always so enthusiastic almost like it is his first night of working at the club he made the mood. I spend a lot of my break time visiting with JJ and trying to answer his question, “What the hell are you doing here Cherry?” I am still trying to find the answer. I only offer a smile and a peck on the cheek and a pat on the ass to my friend.

Holy Water began pounding through the speakers as I entered the stage from the side the red and white strobe lights flickering around me, this is about the time I close everyone out, everyone and everything except the music but tonight I closed it all out except his face. About 45 seconds on stage with my back to the room while hips swayed and a seductive tuzla escort look back over the shoulder I began loosening the laced bodice. Taking a slow step down each of the 5 steps from the stage I began to work the room.

The man at the oval table carefully pulled the bodice strings loosening them as I held the two sides together to cover my breasts I walked over to the small two seat table opened the bodice and lifted my breasts cupping them with my hands pinching my nipples for affect while my body continued to keep rhythm with the music. Every now and then I would look over and see his face.

Jenna walked out when her music began and I freshened up in the dressing room. It would be about 30 minutes until my next set. What surprised me a bit was I actually was feeling a little aroused that was a rare occurrence doing my job. His dark eyes and brown hair stood out as did his lips. He seemed so serious and withdrawn yet he seemed to be able to demand my attention and certainly my imagination, which was in high gear. I slipped the robe off laying it on the back of the chair and put on my costume.

The purple one- piece silk teddy snapped at the crotch for easy removal. It was backless and a little skirt hung and barely covered my ass. The front had a collar, which snapped in back and a V shape front flowing into the skirted portion. Purple fishnet stockings and calf high leather boots. The music; I Touch Myself one of my favorites to listen to and to dance to. Tonight I would find myself doing just that.

My shoulder length auburn hair tickled my shoulders in a stimulating way and I was very aware of how hard my nipples were poking into the silk I could also feel the dampness between my legs and increasing by the second. As soon as I saw him again I was aroused.

The lights came on black and purple flashes of light the room still pretty dark. Leaning against the pole and my arms extended above my head my hands on the pole I began moving my body with the music. Sliding down the length of the pole never letting go I was on the floor legs parted and hips lifting seductively. The whistles brought me back to the room when my hands let go of the pole and reached behind my knees lifting my legs and spreading them wider and then sliding down until I was lying on the floor.

Running my hands along the inside of my thighs as they split touching the floor flexibility always seems to liven the crowd. In my routine I never touched my pussy but tonight I did. I began tapping against my clit and felt the jolts shoot right through my body. The crowd noise seemed to encourage me for a change. I imagined his face and what his eyes might look like. My fingers pressed a bit more firmly against the silk material of the teddy.

The louder the crowd got it seemed to feed what ever this mood was. With my back arched and my ass pressed hard against the floor one finger moved the silken crotch to the side and slid along the folds of my pussy and it was indeed wet. When the music ended göztepe escort I was far too aroused to be embarrassed and far too horny. Even JJ boomed out his approval and slight shock. I could not even bring myself to look over and see his face.

“What the fuck am I doing?” the words spewed out across the room. The other girls just laughed and joked about my apparent mood tonight. Marcy walked over to me cupped her hand over my pussy and smiled. She did not say a word she just leaned over and bit down on my bottom lip flicked her tongue out and then turned to walk away.

To get ready for my last dance and close up the club I had to head to the shower. I took the bottle of baby oil and dousing my skin rubbing it across every inch in order to create a shimmer in the stage lights then rubbed a little bit into my hair. First I put the flesh color g-string on and then I put on the cut off pair of jeans shorts with the ass cut out of them. The last thing was the white men’s cotton tee shirt.

It took a lot of convincing to get the management to set up for this dance but after the first time there was no more discussion it brought in the crowd on the first Saturday of every month. The small portable shower was like any other but wider cut and no door. It had lighting on the top and the floor portion. The faucet was designed to trickle water rather than spray. The amplifiers created the illusion in the room of more water than there was. My mood had changed and I was ready for this set and then to sleek out of this place.

The song; Sex Me, a great R&B tune. Nice slow seductive. The shower is rolled out on stage the bottom drain in place and the water begins to trickle out. It always amazes me how quiet the room gets. As I walk out on stage I can’t help but look over and see if he is there. I did not see him and instantly began to feel badly.

I walked over to the shower stepped inside and was startled by the coolness of the water. Facing the faucet a side view to the audience I began my dance. My head against the shower wall back arched out away pressing my tummy out running my hands up and down my stomach feeling the clothing becoming saturated.

Turning pressing against the back wall putting my back to the audience I closed my eyes once more trying to get into the mood for this number. The song is lengthy and very slow and seductive tune. Pressing my self out away from the wall my arms holding my body my legs began moving with the tune. Bending one knee slowly moving my hip to the side then changing to the other back and forth.

Stepping back from the wall putting my hands under the tee shirt and on my breasts excited the room. My back was still turned to them but it was obvious what I was doing. Still bending the knees, swinging the hips but adding the gyrating motions of the pelvis. Slowly turning around facing the room I caught glimpse of him. He had moved to a stage table. All the previous feelings returned in an instant. My eyes seemed to lock on his and he seemed to look üsküdar escort right through me.

Unbuttoning the shorts tucking both thumbs in a belt loop and pulling them open I continued dancing. The water running down the shorts onto my skin aroused me more.

Slowly I let the shorts come down past the hips, then the thighs, across my knees and to the floor. I stepped out of them and turned my back to the room and with my legs parted bent to pick them up. I tossed them out of the shower toward the back area of the stage.

Like fucking the air my body movements mimicked sex. The glimmer on my body from the baby oil and water seemed to be a fascinating combination to the group. Slowly lifting the tee shirt above my breasts exposing the erect nipples then turning my back to the stage once more

Lifting the tee shirt over my head then ringing it out as best I could I turned and tossed it out into the room. The flesh color g-string was al that was left. With a hand on each ass cheek I moved my body to the beat of Sex Me like I was floating in a pool with gentle waves. My hands covered most of my body during this dance and I was enjoying it this time. Even wet, I could feel that special kind of wetness now kissing my thighs I could feel my clit when I put my legs together I knew it was so engorged and hard.

The lights slowly dimmed until the room was dark. The music stopped. The sound of the running water through the speakers was all that could be heard. I stepped from the shower and behind the curtain. When the lights came back on, I was gone, the shower was gone and nothing remained on the stage but a pair of cut off jean shorts.

“Let’s hear it for Ms. Cherry.” JJ’s voice boomed out. JJ said his normal goodnight everyone and commented on how hot the girls were tonight and that he was headed to the bar to have some of what ever I had sampled that night.

I could not bring myself to go out and see if the man was still there. I decided my horny body should go home, alone. I dressed in a pair of jeans and a black tee shirt along with a pair of sandals, gathered my stuff up in my bag and headed to the back exit.

The drive home was long and in total silence I did not even have the CD player going as usual. I stepped inside the house and walked to my room without turning on a light undressed, and climbed into bed.

I found myself lightly rubbing the lips of my pussy they were swollen and sensitive. I knew if I pressed past them how wet I was and how the juices would just flow. Masturbation wasn’t new to me but the feelings tonight were like new. Putting my feet on the headboard I slid up almost touching it with my ass.

I began rubbing slowly with the flat part of two fingers pressed against my clit. I could feel my skin becoming warm and clammy. Lifting my hips from the bed I stroked my clit faster and my orgasm pounded through my body and more quickly than normal. Bringing myself there 4 or 5 more times I began to relax.

After cleaning up a little I retuned to my bed. Fell asleep while slowly rubbing my nipples and feeling the cool early morning air on my skin. The last thing I remember seeing was his piercing eyes they held all the secrets and I wanted him to whisper them in my ear soon.

More to come

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First Time Fun on the Farm Pt. 01

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This is a seven chapter saga divided into three stories, due to the overall length.

Chapter 1: Brother Butch’s Boner

Growing up on a farm a kid learns all about procreation naturally. Learning about sensuality is a whole other lesson. A farm girl pretty much gets a good look at how things work, after observing several cows and horses pairing off. However, it wasn’t until I reached the tender age of eighteen that I observed first hand what arousal was. In my case it was a strong visual combined with a heavy dose of emerging hormones that made it so exciting.

Having three older brothers, it was only a matter of time before I was exposed to the inevitable. I had other siblings – a grand total of seven, but this particular recollection involved Butch. He was four years my senior and in every way a typical farm boy. When he wasn’t going to school or working the fields, he was generally nowhere to be found. It seemed as though Mom was always tracking him down in some unexpected hideaway. After so many years of searching, Mom had a fair idea of his favorite haunts.

“Barb, be a sweetie and find your brother. We’ve got to be at church in a half hour,” she asked.

“Sure, but where should I start?”

“Try the quonset or the barn; he’s probably in one or t’other,” she suggested, as I headed out.

As kids, it was a delightful pastime to sneak up on each other, so I opted to consider it a stealth mission and silently peaked inside the quonset building, but no Butch. Avoiding a few fresh cow pies along the dusty path, I peered into the hay barn. There was still no one to be seen. Letting go a sigh of frustration, I scanned the entire barnyard. That’s when I heard the faint sound of grunts and slaps breaking through the light summer breeze. It seemed to be coming from the barn, maybe from the back. I tip toed around the side and the sound grew loader. Turning the corner, I could plainly hear it was Butch’s voice coming from inside a corner of the barn. There was just enough of a crease in the old planks to peak through. He had carved out a spot in the bales of hay to make a secret hideaway, big enough for him and his magazine.

“That’s it Bitch, suck that hard cock. Yeah, take it all, you slut!” He groaned and barked, as he roughly jacked his fully erect pecker back and forth.

“Holy crap, he’s jacking off!” I thought, instantly aware of why it was so defined. I should have been embarrassed by the language, for intruding or felt guilty and turned away at that point. I should have. I didn’t.

The initial surprise of witnessing a private moment melted into an appreciation of his technique, then into a fascination. This was the farthest thing from personal abuse; he was in seventh heaven. I couldn’t pass up this singular opportunity to observe the entire process.

“Let’s see, ‘being late for church’ and enduring my mother’s wrath or ‘watching my brother climax?'” Weighing the options, I fixated on his rock-hard cock. Being it was Sunday, it really felt like I was committing a delicious sin.

“Oh Baby, you want it so bad,” Butch mumbled, as a thin clear film of goop coated the head of his young pole.

Unexpected desires in me started to flow, as I watched and listened to his forceful strokes turn from dry to lubricated. My infatuation was not for him, but clearly focused on his now throbbing dick.

“Show me those big tits, yeah!” He begged, as his strokes slowed to a strong, deliberate pace.

“Who was he looking at in that magazine?” I thought, as my hand found its way inside my cotton blouse to massage my young breast. I was so aroused. I dare not move my legs, for fear I might spring a leak. “Whoever this bimbo is must have huge tits,” I guessed and fondled my boob.

My brother grunted, tightened his cock grip and slowly shot two long streams of white jism. I caught my breath, as he jacked out more thick cream from his red hot poker. Silently I fixed my blouse and sneaked back around to the front of the barn.

“BUTCH! Where are you? It’s time for church!” I yelled, trying to disguise any anxiety in my voice. “Mom’s gonna tan your ass!” I added.

“I… I’m coming Barbie!” I heard from beyond the bales.

“Yeah, I’ll bet you are,” I whispered to myself, as he emerged from behind the hay bales. I took off back down toward the house, with him following at his normal, safe distance. Of course Mom was livid by then. I shrugged my shoulders, slipped past her and jumped in the car, as Butch got his expected ass-chewing.

The following week I spent planning another secret mission. I had to find my brother’s magazine. “What or who could ever bring a guy such pleasure?” I’d glanced at a girlie magazine once, so I had an idea of what to expect. It wasn’t until Wednesday of that week that I knew Butch would be working the fields. I dug around in the hay bales until I found his hideout. Prying up several bales, I found his stash of Playboys. I assumed the 1963 edition on top was probably his favorite. Thumbing through the pages, I found a centerfold that was worn suadiye escort and frayed.

“Donna Michelle, Playmate of the Year” – there she was. She was blonde and beautiful and naked from head to toe. So, this was the object of his desire – his dream girl. Of course she was cute, sultry and sexy all rolled into one tidy package. According to her profile, she had to be about my age. I couldn’t help but do a comparison, from the top on down.

Her clear radiant face was in direct contrast to my pot-marked ruddy complexion. There was no discounting that. Shoulders, arms and chest were next. I unbuttoned my top and bra to compare boobs. Donna had a nice set, perhaps 34″, similar to me. However, cupping my hefty round melons, I plainly had her beat. “Butch thinks this slut has big jugs?” I laughed, as I completed a full inventory. My hips were maybe a smidgen wider than hers, but that only served to give my torso a more pronounced curve. Our thighs and legs were virtually identical.

“So, except for my face, I’d beat this chick hands down. Damn, I could be in this stupid magazine,” I calculated and mimicked several of her pseudo-sexy poses. “Guys would jack off and shoot their stuff fanaticizing about screwing me! Hmmm, now that would be simply delicious,” I dreamed and proudly shoved my chest out. “Right…and my family would disown me. My girl friends would hate me and guys would label me a slut,” I rolled my eyes and returned the book to its hidden spot.

My own secret visions of seducing and having sex with a man were formed that week. The fire was lit and I was eager to feed it with every pleasant kind of kindling. I never looked at newcomer, Tom Jones’ hip action the same way again. Celebrating my first solo trip to the gynecologist, I talked the doctor into writing my first script for the pill. On my next big shopping spree in the big city I made a point in buying a real mini skirt, not some just-above-the-knee substitute. My days as a virgin were numbered. The only question then was, “Who would be the lucky guy to pop my cherry?”

Chapter 2: Dating & Premature Evacuations

I was an early blooming teen in every respect. By age fourteen my figure had blossomed along with a bad case of acne – kind of a mixed blessing. My bubbly blonde personality and striking figure kept me and my pot marked face from having to check into “Wallflowerville.” I had my fair share of boys ask me out, but not many would give me full eye contact and the goodnight kiss was often a haphazard chore.

Dating venues for girls my age meant going to either the local drive-in or to the Lower Creek Grove. The Sycamore Drive-In was a relatively safe spot for necking and petting. The Lower Creek Grove (the “Grove”, as everyone called it) bordered on our farm’s lower forty (acres) and simply was “not a place where good girls went after dark,” Dad warned us. Its proximity to our home place made it an alluring, yet taboo rendezvous. As a young teen, I would take an occasional daylight horse ride and stop in the hidden grove of trees to give Shadow a drink from the creek. It was on one of those rides I noticed a wadded up pair of used panties. Contemplating the sordid story behind them and fearing contamination, I quickly got the hell out of there, never to return.

Going to the movies was more than just “something to do” in a small town. It was a kind of pre-school for young adults. We picked up on and mimicked every nuance of the cultural and sexual revolution, as it was happening. I assumed all the cool girls smoked, dressed in skimpy bikinis, occasionally had a drink and got laid by the likes of Sean Connery, Paul Newman, Steve McQueen or Omar Shariff.

In 1965, teenage boys didn’t take a girl to see The Sound of Music. The makeout macho movie that year was Thunderball and I must have sat through most of it four or five times. I say most of it. There were several scenes I missed due to my dates’ feeble attempts at copping a feel. Just because a sexy scene with a girl turns the guy on doesn’t automatically mean it has the same effect on the girl (in this case, me). By summer’s end I had whittled down my number of potential suitors to two, by simply telling most of them, “No thanks, I’ve already seen Thunderball.” This left me with two steady dates.

Tommy and Jimmy were normal farm boys; high on hormones, low in experience. They were more boy-friends than candidates I would ever consider for making a woman out of me. Within the last year, my dates with the “boys” escalated from necking and French kissing to fondling private parts. Inevitably, our makeout sessions would end with dry humping or feature me rubbing the bulges in their pants. The sad part was neither of them could last long enough for me to get them out of their clothes, before they made a mess. I suppose I should have considered that a compliment to my physical attributes or my talents of seduction, or both. However, after the third or fourth messy episode, the whole exercise became less than stimulating for me. I mean fun is fun, but I wanted a real yakacık escort man to take me the first time.

Chapter 3: Uncle Stud & The Double Date

Paul was my Dad’s youngest brother, but it was always hard to think of him as my uncle. Eight years separated us and he spent most of his younger years hanging with my older brothers. It’s not like I ever considered him as one of my stupid brothers, but I had a real hard time with the “uncle” thing. At 26, he was a total hunk and extremely charming. Every girl in my senior high class would have gladly given it up for Paul, even to the point of hounding me to set them up with him.

My deep affection for Paul went beyond his tall, dark and striking good looks. Throughout my eighteen (almost nineteen) years, he was the only guy that saw the real me. While other guys shied away from dating “crater face,” Paul didn’t see my facial flaws as an issue. Since it never came up in our conversations, I was totally at ease confiding with him about all sorts of things. Any degree of persuasive flirting or sexual teasing I have now I owe to trying it out on him first.

My frustrating dates with the boys only served to point me in Uncle Paul’s direction. Of course, any impropriety on our parts would have been grounds for family banishment, so I was left to secretly fanaticize how great it would be for him to take me. It was in the dead of most every night, under the covers, I learned to finger myself to multiple orgasms. That was my bittersweet burden for months, until later that spring.

It was at our regular Saturday family bar-b-que that I saw Paul arrive with a date, Mary Ellen Schmitt, a pretty girl in my class. I’d seen Paul with older girlfriends before, but this was the first time he was dating someone my age. And, of all people, Mary Ellen! Mary Ellen was one of those skinny model types, whose perfect facial features had matured before the rest of her. There was no denying that from the neck up she was every schoolboy’s dream. From the neck down she was thin as a rail and flat as a griddle.

Mary Ellen was from (what people commonly referred to as) the wrong side of the tracks. Besides her ideal complexion, her family and others on the south side of town were less than well-to-do. Not quite white trash, they lived in older homes and worked menial jobs. Though I never thought any less of them for their lot, they did exhibit a baser perception of life; one I was certainly unfamiliar with.

“Hi Mary, hi Paul, glad you guys could come by,” I said with an inviting tone to hide my envy.

“Hi Barbie, you’re looking swell,” said Paul with a smile.

“Yeah Barb, is that a new outfit?” Mary Ellen casually added, as she snuggled close to Paul.

“Thanks, no I’ve had it for a couple of weeks,” I replied, wishing I had worn my more revealing white halter top, instead of the boring coulottes I had on.

The meaningless conversation between the three of us regressed, as she continued to pamper Paul like he was some prize puppy. Paul finally excused himself to have a beer with my brothers. Mary’s pseudo-sweet condescending remarks eased as Paul walked away.

“God Barb, your Uncle is such a stud,” she started and nodded at how neatly packaged his ass looked in those tight jeans. “And, what a lover! He just can’t seem to get enough of me,” she winked.

“I believe that. What’s there to get?” I smirked to myself. “Yeah, he’s quite a catch. I’m happy for you two,” I lied.

“That’s so sweet. Say, are you still dating Timmy and Jamie? God, they must spoil you rotten,” Mary said.

“Tommy and Jimmy actually. Yeah, just can’t make up my mind, I guess,” I quipped.

“Hey, isn’t your birthday coming up soon; planning anything special?” Mary asked.

“Yeah – next Friday and I’ll be an old woman like you,” I laughed, knowing her nineteenth was only two months ago. “No, don’t have any big plans yet,” I added.

“Well gosh, maybe you should pick one of those guys of yours and double date with Paul and I. That would be fun,” she beamed.

Instantly my mind was filled with a warped vision of Paul dumping her along the road somewhere and taking my virginity in his powder blue ’62 Impala. “Yeah, that might be fun,” I nodded.

When Paul made his way back to us, Mary could hardly wait to ask him. Seeing the grin on my face, Paul could hardly refuse. “Sure, sounds good to me. We could take in a movie or something,” Paul offered.

“Well you know Thunderball is still playing at the Sycamore, what do you say Barb?” Mary Ellen asked.

“I don’t know Mary. Barbie might not be,” Paul interrupted her.

“Thunderball? That would be great. I’ve heard it’s really good!” I broke in and giggled with delight.

“Thunderball it is then. We’ll pick you up around eight next Friday,” my uncle smiled.

The following week seemed extra long, with my anticipation of Friday. Everyday after chores I snuck off to find a vacant field to get in some nude sunbathing (Coppertone, not that icky Q-T crap) to smooth out my farmers’ şerifali escort tan. My older sister, Jean took pride in prepping me for my first double date.

“My God Sis, you look like Raquel Welch in that top!” Jean exclaimed, swabbing another coat of Max Factor on my dented face.

“So… is that such a sin?” I asked, batting my blue eyes, thick with Maybelline mascara at my reflection in the mirror.

“Mom will kill you, with your boobs sticking out like that,” she reckoned.

“You’re probably right. I’ll wear my zipper jacket, at least until I get to the car,” I giggled.

“Well you just better watch yourself,” she warned, like an old mother hen.

Applying a fresh coat of pink glossy lipstick to match my mini skirt, I combed out my long blonde hair and wiggled my panty hosed hips into the short, short skirt. I sprayed another shot of Shalimar down my cleavage and threw on the jacket, when I heard Paul’s car honking. Stepping into a pair of black flats, I grabbed up my purse and flew downstairs.

“I still think those skirts are way too short,” said Mom giving the twice-over.

“Oh Mom, it’s the style. I might be a little late. It’s a double feature, OK?” I blurted out and kissed her cheek.

“Well, you’re nineteen now. I suppose you can take care of yourself,” she sighed.

“Yeah, I’ll take care of myself for sure,” I thought, eyeing up Uncle Paul holding the front door open for me.

“Wow, don’t you look like a million bucks,” he said, eyeing my skirt.

“Thanks Paul,” I replied and got it.

As he made his way around to the driver’s side, I unzipped and slipped out of the jacket. Jumping in his side, he keyed the engine and started to put the car in gear, when he glanced back at me.

“DAMN Barbie, make that two million bucks!” He exclaimed at seeing my tight white halter top showing plenty of cleavage.

I spread my arm to rest on the back of the split seats and inched myself closer to him, while he stared at me. “Is there something wrong?” I asked raising my right knee just enough to show the crest of my pantyhose.

“N-No,” he said, as I let my fingers slide inside of back of his shirt collar.

“Then how about a birthday kiss for your favorite niece?” I demanded and pulled his neck.

“Sure, you bet. I almost forg..” he started, when I leaned and opened my mouth to his. Supporting himself on the seat with his right hand, his left smoothed my face, while I held a grip on the back of his head. My tongue edged its way through his lips, as his mouth finally opened on mine. That was the sign I’d waited months for. He wanted me. On some level, he wanted me!

The masculine smell of English Leather filled my senses, as his tongue filled my mouth. Sucking more of his tongue inside, I began moaning. Taking his hand from my cheek, I slowly lowered it to rest on my breast. When he gently started feeling me up, I broke for air and threw my head back. He lightly kissed his way down my bare neck.

“Happy Birthday Barbie,” he whispered between licking and kissing my shoulders.

Taking a few licks on my cleavage, he moved his hand from my tit back to my head. “Is that the kind of birthday kiss you want from your uncle?” He asked, pulling my head to meet his eyes.

I nodded, licked my lips and smiled.

“I know one thing,” he sighed, pushing me away from him.

“What’s that?” I asked, rubbing my right hand up his thigh.

“Ole Jimmy is in for a treat tonite!” He stated, while I stroked the outline of his erection. “I certainly do envy him,” he added and put the car in gear.

Heading down our gravel road, I unzipped his pants and leaned in close to tongue his ear. “And I really envy Mary Ellen,” I echoed and reached to pull his hard shaft out.

“Hey, that probably isn’t such a good idea, Baby,” he winced, as I tugged hard on his manhood.

“Am I doing it wrong?” I asked, jacking it harder and faster.

“NO, I mean… No, you’re doing it just right! It’s just that I’ll make a mess,” he said, catching his breath.

“What if I promise to clean it up?” I asked, moving my knees under me, while I stroked him harder. “I’ll make sure there’s no mess at all, how would that be?” I said and leaned down to take his nine inch long cock in my mouth.

“OH GOD Barbie! No Baby. We can’t be doing this!” He exhorted me to stop, as I felt the car turn on to the smooth road.

I was in no mood to stop sucking him. This was the first cock I’d tasted and I was savoring every inch of it. Bobbing and twisting my head to take more and more of it, I finally got my first taste of his sweet precum. I raised up to circle the head of his ready cock with my tongue, when he jerked my head back.

“Stop it now Barb!” He barked. “We’re pulling into town,” he said and fixed his pants. “Let’s just imagine this never happened, okay?” He said with frustration filling his voice.

“Okay, if you think you can,” I challenged and proudly smiled to myself.

At Mary Ellen’s house I crawled over the front seat to sit in the back, as Paul went to get her. Dressed in a blue shift dress, with her bouffant brunette tresses, she looked like a matchstick. We made pleasant conversation, as she eyed my revealing outfit. Paul nervously drove on the Jimmy’s house, not far from where Mary lived.

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“I’m going to beat you tonight.” You say.

I whimper in response. I know you’ve been planning on this for a while, but now that it’s actually time, I’m more fearful than excited.

“Is it going to hurt?” I asked timidly.

“It wouldn’t be a beating if it didn’t.” You reply, “But you’re going to be a good girl and take it for me, aren’t you?”

“Uh huh.” I murmur.

“Is that how you answer me?” You ask, knowing asserting more control will help relax me.

“Yes Master.” I correct myself.

“Much better.”

You leave me sitting on the bed and go through your closet, taking out your whip, one of your belts, and a few coils of rope.

“This is going to be very hard on you,” You tell me, “And you’re going to take it until I feel you’ve had enough; however, if you can’t keep still, I’ll tie you down. For now, though, I want you to try your best not to move.”

You position me face down on the bed, with my feet near the edge, running your hands over me, massaging my shoulders before moving down my back to caress my ass. I moan and thrust my ass at you, trying to distract you from your mission.

“No, baby.” You tell me, chuckling, “I’ll fuck your ass after I’ve made it nice and red.”

I whimper again, half in fear, half in anticipation, when you smack my ass sharply, making me cry out in surprise.

“Mmm, that sounds nice.” You say behind him, “Let’s start with my hand… thirty should get you warmed up.”

You begin spanking me, occasionally counting out loud to let me know how many are still to come. acıbadem escort The blows begin to fall harder as you go, and by the time you’ve reached twenty, I’m whining in discomfort.

“Oh dear,” You murmur, “I may have to tie you after all. We’re nowhere near done, sweetie.”

The final ten swaps are harder still; I can feel the heat start to radiate from my ass and I imagine my skin must be pink by now. You run your hands over me again.

“Very nice.” You observe, “But I think we can add a little more color. Would you like that, baby? Do you want your ass to look all pretty for your Master?”

You always know exactly what to say to elicit the desired response.

“Yes Master.” I reply, nodding in enthusiasm, your words increasing my arousal.

“Let’s try this.” You say. I can’t see what implement you’ve chosen, but the jingle of the metal buckle tells me it’s your belt.

You smack it against the back of my thighs a few times before increasing your pace, letting your hits fall on my ass and thighs. You’re using more force now and I begin to squirm.

You continue until I’m unable to estimate how long it’s been and my tears and cries don’t move you to stop. I can feel my skin beginning to bruise. Finally, the blows stop.

“Poor baby.” You tease, “I think it’s time I tie you down.”

You begin looping a rope around my wrist.

“Please Master.” I beg, “Please no more. I can’t do it.”

You lower your face to mine.

“Aww. You can and you will, my beautiful little slave. Your pain atalar escort is pleasing me very much. Don’t disappoint me.”

“But Master—”

You cut me off with a quick smack to my already bruised ass.

“Does my baby whore tell me no?” You inquire sternly.

I hide my face in the pillows and shake my head.

“That’s right. Now behave and let me finish, or I’ll have to punish you.”

I quiet down and you disappear behind me again, presumably picking up your whip from the floor. You’ve never used it on me before and I tense when I hear the leather whistle through the air.

It connects with the small of my back and I feel like the skin has been ripped open. You don’t continue with it for very long, but these blows are the most difficult yet, and by the time they stop falling, I’ve been reduced to a sniveling, sobbing mess.

“Now,” You say as you untie me, “I think you indicated earlier that you want me to fuck you ass?”

“Please don’t.” I plead, “I—I changed my mind.”

You grab my hair and twist it, pulling me again your chest and twisting a nipple painfully.

“What did I say about telling me no?” You growl in my ear, “I will not hesitate to punish you right now.”

“I’m sorry!” I sob, “It hurts. Please be gentle?”

“Shhh, I know, baby.” Your voice is now comforting. “But Master is going to make it feel good now.”

You position me facedown again, moving your body behind me and placing your hard cock against my ass.

“Just relax.” You tell me, easing your cock into my tight aydınlı escort ass. “Relax and let me have this.”

You moan in my ear. “Your ass feels so good, baby. You’re so tight.”

It’s exactly what I need to hear and I’m finally able to relax completely. You enter my ass fully and I groan with pleasure. You fuck me slowly at first, but quickly pick up the pace.

“Good girl.” You say, “I’m going to cum soon.”

Your hips impacting my ass further irritate the cuts and scrapes from your earlier beating and tears spring to my eyes again; you’ve been riding my ass for a while and, while you started gently, you’ve progressed to pounding me with a great deal of force. I’m almost sobbing again when you shoot your cum deep into my ass.

You roll off me and pull me to you, nuzzling the back of my neck.

“Shhh.” You murmur in my ear, “No more crying, my little whore. Master’s going to take care of you.”

You get up and go into the bathroom, where I hear you turn on the facet. You come back with a wet facecloth, lay down next to me again, and start running it carefully over my wounded back, ass, and legs.

“It stings.” I tell you, wincing.

“I know, baby.” You tell me, “But I have to clean you up.”

I catch a glimpse of the washcloth and the white material has turned pink with my blood. You cradle me in your arms as I start to cry fearfully again.

“It’s okay.” You say reassuringly, “You’re okay, I’ve got you.”

You reach down to where your cum is starting to seep out of my ass. Once you’ve collected some on your fingers, you bring your hand to my mouth.

“Open your mouth, sweetheart,” You command, “I have a treat for you.”

I obey and hold onto your wrist while I suck contently on your fingers, closing my eyes and sighing as you stroke my hair.

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President Jack Erickson was back in his home state of New York for the first time since his inauguration less than a month prior. After meeting with foreign dignitaries at the United Nations, he met his mother for dinner in a private room of a quaint European restaurant. Secret Service surrounded the perimeter of the room’s outside.

After dinner and a couple of glasses of wine, Mrs. Erickson asked, “How are you Jack? You look tired and stressed.”

“Mom stress comes with the job. The tiredness I’m getting used to as well. It’s the damn loneliness. Here I am the most powerful man in the world and I can’t even get a date.”

Kicking her right high heel off, Mrs. Sara Erickson did something most everyone would find appalling. She raised her black stocking foot and placed it in her son’s lap gently massaging his growing hard-on.

Closing his eyes and dropping the fork to the plate Jack said, “Oh mom that feels unbelievable.”

“I know how rough it is on you. Would it help if I spent the night with you in the Presidential Suite at the hotel?” Your father would understand why I stayed. He always has in the past.” She replied with a coy smile spreading across her face.

“Oh mom you don’t know how much I would like that, but I can’t risk it. The only safe places are the “Presidential Living Quarters” and back home at the mansion.” Jack said softly.

You might wonder why the President of the USA would want to get intimate with his mother until you saw her beauty. At age sixty-two she looked gorgeous, with smooth white skin a small well defined nose and strong chin. Her periodic visits to a famous plastic surgeon were money well spent. Incredibly there wasn’t a wrinkle to be found on her body. No sagging chin, butt or breasts. Her personal trainer helped keep her body tight so she was able to maintain a slim waist and firm buttocks. With long dark eyelashes to match her very dark eyes, Mrs. Erickson was hot! If she wasn’t already rich, she probably could have made a fortune modeling or being an actress. As it was just about everyone agreed she could have passed for Joan Collins twin when the actress was younger.

Not wanting to torment her son she pulled her foot back and placed it back in the shoe. “I’m sorry dear,” she said with disappointment.

“It’s ok Mom. This is the course I chose. Do you think dad and you could make it out this weekend? Laura and I would love to see you both.” Jack asked hopefully.

“We can’t this weekend. How about the weekend after?” She asked hopefully.

“That should work we could go to Camp David,” the President replied.

“Oh and I do hope you plan on more than just seeing us,” Sara Erickson said with a mischievous and wicked smile.”

“Oh mom you are so deliciously wicked. I could eat you up.” Jack said in a lustful whisper.

“Like you did that very first time when I caught you in the act of relieving yourself?” She said in a hot sexy voice.

“Yes like that and since I’ll be alone tonight. I will be thinking about that day as I lay in bed playing with myself. Know that my thoughts will be on you and that as I cum you’re name will be on my lips.” He said with lust rising up in his groin.

“Oh Jack you always was a romantic. When I get home and go to bed, I’ll do the same. Who knows maybe well even cum at the same time, thinking about the same thing? Then maybe the distance won’t seem that far apart. How I do love you my son.” Sara Erickson said affectionately.

“I love you mom.” The President said getting up from the table in order to assist his mother rise up as etiquette dictated. Still alone they hugged closely as Sara Erickson gently squeezed his large firm testicles.

After they departed the President went his suite to get ready for bed. He wanted to get back to Washington early tomorrow since he still had some work on some judicial appointments.

As he lay naked in bed with the sheets pulled down, he thought of his mother doing the same. This got him aroused and further caused him to think back on that fateful evening when his mother caught him jerking off.

His sister Laura had just gone away to Harvard and Jack was horribly lonely as he prepared to leave for a job in Washington DC. After a summer of incestuous lovemaking he was again back to using the hand to relieve himself. He must have been pretty noisy as he reached the critical point of no return, for his mother hearing what was going on decided to investigate.

Mrs. Erickson opened the door and flipped on the light just in time to see Jack in the middle of a rather large orgasm. With his eyes closed he was pumping his cock as hard as he could. When the light came on he looked up with a stunned looked and saw his mother also shocked staring at him pump his prick.

Moaning but unable to stop he cried, “Oh mom! Ooh…! Agh… Agh…!”

Jack then erupted, spewing cum all over himself, his neck, chest and belly. Spurt after spurt exploded from his long slim cock.

Mrs. Erickson seeing her poor son’s condition couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Jack looked like a little çekmeköy escort boy caught raiding the cookie jar. Thank god he had an erection or he probably would have peed on himself.

“Oh mom I’m so embarrassed!” He said, his face now crimson red.

“Jack you don’t have to be embarrassed. All men masturbate. I would be worried if you didn’t, what do men say “Choke the chicken?” Mrs. Erickson said with a smile.

“Here let me help you clean-up. Little boys are so messy.” She said getting some tissues and using them to pick up slippery sticky seed. “So who was the lucky girl you were fantasizing over? Was it your sister?”

For the second time in as many minutes Jack’s face showed shock. “How did she know? Did Laura tell her?” He asked himself.

“Well that answered my question and no your sister never breathed a word about your affair with her this summer. In addition I commend you both because apparently no one else knew what was going on.” She said calmly.

“Well than how did you know?” Jack asked.

“Two things. I suspected when you were able to help draw Laura out of her depression so easily right before she graduated. Second the way the two of you looked at each other when you thought no one was looking. The two of you looked liked you’d fallen for each other real hard.” She said with a whimsical smile.

“You’re not angry with us?” Jack replied.

“Of course not. I think it’s kind of cute and besides Laura is like a new person. I’ve never seen her so confident in her self and her abilities.” Mrs. Erickson said assessing the situation.

“So what have you two lovebirds decided to do?” She asked.

“Because of my political goals and the fact that what we did was breaking the law, we’ve decided to break it off. We will still love each other, just not physically.” We figured that eventually someone would find out especially because we love each other so damn much.” Jack said breathing a heavy sigh. His heart was breaking from having to hold back on the intimacy.

“So until you find yourself a bride, you’re going to have to resort do doing things by hand huh?” Mrs. Erickson said sympathetically.

“It looks that way. Not unless you have some ideas that will resolve the problem. ” Eric said glumly.

“I just might. You know Eric your Father isn’t as interested in sex as he used to be. As a result I don’t get satisfied as much as I used to. This leaves me feeling horny quite a bit. I don’t know if this old body of mine could generate an erection from you, but if your willing, so am I.” Sara Erickson said hopefully.

At age forty-five Mrs. Erickson’s body was anything but old. With her beauty, figure and firm breasts she looked better than most 35-year-old women.

“But mom don’t we run the same risk of being discovered?” Eric questioned.

“As long as we only make love on this floor we should be safe. The servants have strict instructions not to come up here after 8 PM. And since we won’t be romantically linked the way you and your sister are, we don’t have to worry about giving anything away.” She said with a devilish grin.

“Well I’m willing to give it a try.” Jack said eagerly.

Looking down at Jack’s groin, Sara Erickson saw that she had won him over as his prick rose to attention. “Whew! Is it warm in here?” She asked as she began fanning herself with the lapels of her red satin robe that prominently displayed her large round breasts and erect nipples.

Standing directly in front of him she asked, “Do you mind if I get into something a little bit cooler?”

Not waiting for an answer she quickly unknotted the red silk sash, unpeeled the robe off her shoulders and let it flow off her back rubbing gently against her firm buttocks.

Jack’s mom was now as naked as he was. “Wow mom you are really hot!” he said with his prick bouncing as if admiring her well-preserved features.

“Stand up Jack let me hold you in my arms.” His mother asked with arms outstretched.

Holding her closely, Jack enjoyed the feel of his mom’s pointy nipples as they rubbed against his chest. On the other hand she enjoyed feeling his steel like rod rubbing against her abdomen.

Looking up, she saw Jack bend towards her preparing to give her a lover’s kiss. Gently opening her lips, she allowed Jack to enter with his tongue. Immediately both tongues engaged the other brushing, caressing and attacking in an effort to arouse the other.

Stimulated, Sara could feel her vagina become lubricated. “Oh Jack!” she said as he placed his right hand on her left breast and began to massage it, paying special attention to massaging the nipple and brown area around it.

Moving down he decided to feel his mom’s pussy. He was happy to find her already aroused as evidenced when he inserted two fingers in and out of her cunt. The wet squishy sound testified to her current state of excitement.

“Oh my…! Oh my god!” she said breathlessly and suddenly became weak-kneed.

Jack catching his mother lifted her up and placed her on the bed face-up. Climbing atop her cevizli escort held her in his arms lightly planting kisses on her chest, neck, cheeks and finally back on her lips.

“Mother I must examine your …your…” he stumbled not knowing how to address his mother’s sex organ.

“Pussy?” His mother answered. That’s OK Jack you can call it anything you want. “Pussy, cunt, beaver, box, vagina, tunnel of love, cum hole, love canal or cunny. When I make love I like when a man talks dirty to me. I also like when he tells me everything he’s feeling just as I like to shout out what I’m feeling,” she added.

Laughing quietly Jack said. “Oh mother you’re too much. I love you. Kiss me and let me go down on you and drive you mad with desire.”

With that they joined briefly in another passionate kiss. Jack wasting no time started down his mother’s body. Stopping briefly to pay homage to his mother’s magnificent breasts. After kissing and sucking them each for a moment, he proceded to his mother’s cunny. He had already found out from his sister that her mother’s beaver was bald.

Rubbing her hairless mound and vagina, he heard his mother ask. “Do you like it? Does it turn you on?”

“If it turned me on anymore I would probably be blowing my wad right now!” He replied.

Opening her legs wide to accommodate her son, Mrs. Erickson sighed delightedly as Jack dove in and began rubbing his face in her pussy. To help him out, she began gyrating her hips smearing her pussy lips all over him. “Oh yes Jack rub your face in my birth canal. The place you from which you entered the world. Stick your face in like you’re trying to climb back in my womb.” She said hotly.

“Oh mommy you taste and smell so wonderful.” Jack replied enjoying the musky taste and scent of a woman. Stopping only for a moment he used his fingers to examine his mothers pussy.

Mrs. Erickson had long leathery skin folds that made up her cunt lips. A tall erect clitoris proudly sat atop the point where her pussy lips joined together. Unable to resist he began chewing and pulling on her long rubbery flesh. He then began to use his tongue to fuck his mom’s cunt.

“Oh god Jack that feels so hot. Oh but wait. Please wait. I don’t want to cum like this.” With that she got up raised herself off the bed. “Lie on your back son. That’s an order from your mommy.” She said with an impish smile.

Changing places Jack was now lying down as his mom straddled his thighs. “What are you doing mom?” Jack asked.

“Doing my love? Why I’m about to give you the screwing of your life. I’m going to fuck your brains out.” She said in a hot low lust filled voice.

With that Sara Erickson joined her son in the act of incest. Lifting herself up in a crouching position she hovered over her son aligning her cunt with his cock. Once satisfied with her positioning, she eased herself down on her son, her lover’s prick.

“Ooh…!” She moaned as the bald lips of her vagina came in contact with Jacks trimmed pubic hair.

“Now Jack I want you to just enjoy this don’t try to thrust inside of me. Leaving the driving to me.” His mother instructed.

With that Mrs. Erickson began to give Jack the fucking of a lifetime. She began to bounce up and down on her son’s cock. She raised her torso till just the tip of his rod remained in her and then immediately squated down until her love mound smashed into Jack’s pelvis. Up and down she bounced like a human ball.

Jack was amazed at her agility and speed as she ran herself up and down his pole. Fortunately since he had just cum a few minutes earlier, he was able to hold back. Jack smiled lying back and enjoying the smooth juicy feel of his mother’s pussy as she covered his prick with her juices. The sight of his mother springing up and down with her 38D breasts bouncing along with her was intense.

As intense as it was for him it was even more intense for his mother. “Oh Jack! Oh god! This is too fucking awesome. Your hot cock it setting me on fire. I’m going to cum! Yes. Yes! Yes…!” She cried out as her pumping and gyrations intensified.

Unable to stop the imminent orgasm she surrendered to it. Agh! Agh! Ooh…!” she moaned now in the throes of a violent orgasm. Poor Sara looked like a fish flopping as her senses slowly returned. Finally collapsing on Jack when she was finished.

“Did you cum mother?” Jack asked in a teasing way.

“As a matter of fact I did.” She said raising her head in a dignified way and then falling back down to tickling him.

After they finished playing Jack asked, “May I take you from behind mom?”

“You mean fuck me like a bitch in heat? That sounds delicious. Let’s do it.” She responded with excitement rising in her voice.

Then getting off Jack, she positioned herself on the bed in classic “doggie style” position. Her hands and forearms supporting her upper torso and her knees near the edge of the bed supporting the lower. Her legs were spread with the lower portion hanging over the side to allow Jack access to her cunt. Keeping her head up she moved erenköy escort her butt back and forth in a teasing inviting manner. Her breasts grown larger because of gravity gently swayed side to side in response to Sara’s actions.

Jack inflamed with lust and turned on by his mother’s reference to fucking her like a “bitch in heat,” decided to play his mother’s game.

“Ok mommy here comes your big dog son. I’m going to fuck you, you horny bitch. I’m going to plow my aching rod deep in your hot hole. I’m going to fuck your hot box till you cry for mercy!” He said as he plunged his rock hard prick into her pussy hole.

“Ooh yes! That’s it baby fuck your mommy. Give it all to me. Pump your cock as deep as it will go in my burning wet cunt. Squirt that big doggy load of cum inside of me. With balls your size I know you still have lots of man juice to coat my pussy walls.” She said breathlessly as her body rocked back in forth in reaction to the pounding that Jack was giving her.

You got it my lover bitch. I’m going to enjoy pumping my steaming hot load of seed in your wet slippery hole. Listen to the sound of us fuck. Listen to my cock make slippery sliding squishy sounds as it beats itself against your pussy walls. Feel my balls bounce against your steamy little clit. He said as he fucked his mother as fast and hard as he could.

The sexy dialogue combined with Jack’s furious fucking, caused his mother to surrender to her body’s need for release. With breasts now bouncing back and forth and her nipples brushing against the blanket, creating an incredible pleasure in her sensitive breasts, Mrs. Erickson exploded into orgasm.

“Oh god! Oh my. I’m cuming! I’m a bitch in heat and I’m cuming like one. Oh…! Oh…! Agh…!” she cried out as she tried to shove her ass back into Jack so he would pound her even harder.

As his mother burst into orgasm, Jack felt his balls tighten and his cock twitch in readiness to spew his cum. Grabbing the cheeks of her buttocks firmly, Jack took control of the lovemaking in an effort to speed up the fucking.

Relieved to see his mother coming out of her orgasm Jack fell head long into his. As his balls pulsated and churned, his seed pumped its way up his shaft. His rod throbbing and contracting, jettisoned his hot sticky load in his mother’s pussy, glazing its smooth muscular walls and filling her vaginal canal.

Throwing his head back as spurt after spurt entered her, he cried. “Oh mommy here it is! Here’s your sonnies load. Ah! Ah! Agh…!”

The room was filled with the fragrance of Mrs. Erickson’s juices and Jack’s sperm. The only sound now was the swishing slippery sound of Jack’s cock as it slowed its fucking tempo. Finally satisfied, Jack withdrew his cock and was amused by the loud plopping sound it made as he extracted it from his mother’s hole.

The President recalling that first time with his mother, was now pumping frantically on his cock and like that day his mother caught him, he began to uncontrollably shoot his cum from his prick. As the sperm shot up high in the air landing warmly on his balls belly and hand, The President of the United States of America moaned lowly two words. “Oh mommy!” The next day found Laura Erickson in her White house office. She was now an attractive 35-year-old woman with a brilliant mind, long shapely legs and a very sexy body. Her brother Jack had just returned to the White House from a diplomatic trip to New York. Much of the President’s success in being elected was in large part the work of his sister as Campaign Manager and Chief Political Advisor.

Laura now assumed a unique role in history. Because Jack was a widower who had no children (his wife died of a brain tumor while Jack was serving his first term in Congress), Laura was to assume the ceremonial duties of First Lady. This was not the first time in history someone other than a wife assumed such duties. Under the Presidency of Andrew Jackson, his daughter in-law Rachel took on that role for the widower President. What was unique was that Laura would also be assuming the role of Chief of Staff, perhaps the most powerful position in the White House next to the President himself.

As mentioned earlier Laura was very attractive. Her hair was shoulder length reddish-blond and wavy. She had a cute little Scandinavian “ski-jump” nose. Her teeth were a pearl white and although her chin tended to jut out a little, it only made her look cute and innocent. With a long slim neck, she was about 5’10”, weighed 135 lbs with a flat abdomen, narrow waist but shapely hips that showed off her firm muscular buttocks. Not an ounce of fat showed on her body. Although slim, her breasts were a well-pronounced 34C. Because she liked to work out, her long legs were shapely, firm and muscular. Laura quickly became the sexual fantasy of many of the Secret Service staff and not just the men either. Her most fascinating feature was her eyes. She had perfectly round eyes with an incredible sky blue color. On occasion, people especially men, would be in deep conversation with her and if they happened to get caught up in her eyes they would lose their train of thought, almost as if hypnotized by them. Laura knowing this often used it to her advantage. Some even say she used her eyes to help secure a Rhodes scholarship (however with her brains she really needed no help).

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Chapter Three: College, man!

Part 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you sure you want me to go?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Part 2

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

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

“Don’t worry, Mom. It’s just me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He said I must be gay.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good morning, Miss…”

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, I didn’t know”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I can’t wait to have that honor.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I… I can’t, Miss Katie, I’m sorry.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ah what a great workout.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It feels like another lifetime.”

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

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

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

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

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

“And you don’t want to come?”

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

“No we couldn’t have that.”

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

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

My şerifali escort eyes shot open. Closer?!?

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t come…”

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

“Don’t. Come.”

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

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

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

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

“Spit.”

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

“Don’t come.”

She stroked faster.

“DON’T COME.”

She stroked faster still

“DON’T! COME!”

“Then please stop!”

“No.”

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

“Fuck!”

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

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

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

“Don’t come.”

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

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

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

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

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

“At the end I didn’t want to.”

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

“Thank you for stopping me, Miss Katie.”

“It was my pleasure, pet.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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