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This is part 2 of the story with the same name. It can be found in Loving Wives, and while it is not necessary to read it first, I think it would help make this a better read.

About a week after our “walk on the wild side” with Candy and Paul, we had an interesting surprise. My 21 year old sister called me and asked if she could stay with us during her 10 day Spring Break from college. Our folks were in the Chicago area here until about 3 months ago, when they had to move to Denver because my Dad got transferred.

My sister Ronnie had lived here all her life, and her roots were here as well as her friends. Her college was not that far away. I told her “Sure, come on out,” as we had two empty bedrooms in our 3 bedroom house. One was furnished as a guest room, while the other served as my ‘office’.

Though I am 3 years older than Ronnie, we had always gotten along well, and her and my wife Laura were fairly close too. She has short brown hair and big blue eyes. Ronnie is a frisky little girl, emphasis on “little”. She stands 5 feet tall, and weighs about 95 pounds soaking wet. She has a great figure in my book, with a slender waist, great ass, and small tits. Definitely a member of the “itty bitty tittie” club.

Though I realize I should not look at my sister that way, it is hard not to. Not when she is so damn appealing, and terminally flirtatious. I often think that she may be a closet exhibitionist with the way she struts her stuff. We had many “close calls” as kids, with her walking in on me when I was getting out of the shower, and vice-versa. She also had a knack for leaving her bedroom door open, and I would get juicy glimpses of her while dressing or undressing. I also had fun with some of her dirty panties. After years of these close calls, I started to think she intended for that to happen, which drove me nuts. What’s a horny American male to do?

Her school is about 150 miles from our house, and she has a car that my folks bought for her after graduating high school with a 3.82 GPA. She is no dummy. She drove in on a Saturday, and I unloaded her car for her while her and Laura gabbed and got caught up.

We told Ronnie to make herself at home. She had been to our house many times, but never as a guest for an extended period. I knew she would settle right in though, as we have all the creature comforts she was accustomed to at our folks’ house.

After getting her things unpacked, Ronnie came downstairs and we talked about what we would do on her first night of her Spring Break. She said that she didn’t necessarily have her heart set on anything, and that she would probably be happy with anything we wanted to do. Laura agreed and it was decided that it would be up to me to decide what we would do that night. I decided to treat the girls to something nice, so I made a reservation for us at a local Cantonese restaurant that Laura and I loved, but rarely went to.

Laura and I dressed semi-casual, me in Dockers and a Polo shirt, and Laura in dress jeans with a nice tank top. Ronnie wore a short skirt and a tank top. Both girls looked very nice, and I got a few envious looks from men at the restaurant who were probably jealous that I had these two lovelies with me. Dinner went well, we all had excellent dishes, and we also all had a lot to drink. I can never resist having a few Zombies when I go there, and both girls had Navy Grogs, all of which are known for their potency.

After dinner we elected to go to Morrison’s for a couple more drinks. The band was the same as the week before, which was fine with me. They were good. We weren’t there for more than 10 minutes before a guy asked Laura to dance with him, obviously unaware that she was my wife. She looked at me and I nodded ‘ok’, so off she went out to the dance floor.

It was nice to be alone with Ronnie for the first time. I asked her all of the perfunctory questions about school, and she filled me in on how she was doing. I told her to be sure to keep in touch with the folks, and she said she would, and we continued the drill for a couple more minutes until the next tune started. Laura was still on the dance floor with whoever that guy was, so Ronnie grabbed me by the arm and said, “You’re dancing with me now, buster!” She kiddingly dragged me out to the dance floor, but I didn’t give much resistance, as anyone would want to dance with a hottie like Ronnie.

She was wearing a white skirt and a yellow tank top, and it contrasted with her skin well. She was pretty tan from going to tanning salons at school. Now, Ronnie is a seriously good dancer, of which I was not aware before tonight. She moved it around the dance floor really well, and she treated me like a boyfriend, with her closeness and style. As hard as I tried, I couldn’t help but notice her figure. Great ass, great hips, and those little tits of hers were just as jiggly as they could be. She also had a suggestive way of getting up and down, and I saw down the front of her tank top quite a few times.

For sure she was braless, kilis escort as you pretty much have to be to wear a tank top like hers and have it look good. A bra would have ruined her look. We finished a couple of dances, and went back to our table. Laura was there, and she asked Ronnie how I had done out there on the dance floor. Ronnie said I did ok.

“Just ok?” Laura asked Ronnie.

“Yeah, I think he needs to loosen up, Laura.” Ronnie replied.

“Let’s show him how it’s done, Ronnie.” and Ronnie agreed. They got up and went out on the dance floor together, and I sat to watch. There are few things that look finer to me than 2 great looking women dancing with each other, especially when they know how to dance. These two looked great, moving their asses and shaking their tits around the dance floor. I think Laura was braless too.

We kept drinking and dancing and got fairly plowed, and left the bar at about midnight. Both girls dozed off in the car on the ride home. When we got to my house, I buzzed the garage door up and pulled it in, with 2 sleeping beauties in my car! They were probably more smashed than I realized. I clumsily helped Laura upstairs to our bedroom, and laid her down on the bed. When I went back for Ronnie, she was sort of waking up, and I didn’t have to carry her, but I stayed with her in case she was unsteady.

After I got Ronnie settled in her room, I went to tend to my wife. She was still out cold. Laura can’t really hold her liquor. I had her on her back on the bed and got her out of her jeans, then tucked her in, wearing just her tank top and panties.

Ronnie had been kind of semi-out-of-it when I left her a few minutes ago, so I decided to see if she was ok. The door to the bedroom I had her in was still opened the way I left it when I brought her in, and I peeked in. Good grief. Ronnie had gotten her skirt off just after I left, and had evidently dozed off. Her skirt was on the floor, and she was sprawled on the bed in her panties and tank top. Worse yet, the head of the bed was on the far wall, meaning her head was farthest from me, and her legs were pointing at me. And her crotch.

Ronnie had these cute little white cotton panties on, and what a sight that was! Her legs were not spread wide apart, but they weren’t exactly closed either. I could clearly see the outline of her pussy through the crotch of her panties. Either she shaved, or trimmed. Short. Whew! I went up to her and nudged her on the shoulder, in an effort to get her up at least enough to tuck her in under the covers. She didn’t budge. Didn’t respond at all. Well well well. Here lies a perfectly hot little lady, and she is tempting my voyeuristic tendencies with a form-fitting tank top with no bra, and white cotton panties that outline her pussy. What’s a man to do?

I tried again to jostle her awake. No go. I tried to drag the covers out from under her so I could put the blanket down, covering her and keeping her warm. She moved, and kind of twisted, but didn’t seem to want to cooperate, which was not surprising considering how buzzed she was. I stood there looking down at her, and I felt that old familiar stirring in my loins. ‘Look at those nipples!’ I thought. ‘Look at that yummy looking snatch!” I continued, to my inner audience.

I rubbed my cock through my pants. It was getting insistent. I leaned way over, and got my face down by her crotch, and inhaled deeply. Ahhh the smell of hot young pussy. I imagined that Ronnie’s pussy was probably more than fragrant, with all the flirting she had been doing all night, with me, and other men at the bar. I got down a little closer. Another deep inhalation. Oh boy. And now that I am that close, is that a small wet spot on the gusset of her panties? I think so.

I hadn’t had as much to drink at the bar that night, knowing I would be driving, so I had my act together for the most part. I mean, I was buzzed, but not bombed. All kinds of thoughts were swirling around in my head as I gazed down at my hot little sister, laying there the way she was. My cock was becoming pretty insistent, and was taking control of the wheel. I unzipped my jeans and slipped my cock out, and started stroking it slowly. I then knelt on the floor, and got my nose right up to her crotch. It was heaven. Then I focused on her tits, and her nipples seemed to be calling out to me.

I had a full blown hard-on by now, and was stroking in earnest. My balls were a little full anyway, as Laura and I hadn’t had sex in 3 or 4 days, so I was itching to blow a load. Ronnie just laid there, quiet as a mouse, and here I was, her perverted brother, jerking off over the smell of her pussy and the look of her tits, while kneeling down next to her bed while she slept. I couldn’t hold back anymore, and I felt my balls about to blow. I reached down with my left hand to try to catch as much of my goo as I could, and I let it fly. Unreal. One of the more intense climaxes I’d had in recent memory, ranking right up there with the mutual kırklareli escort masturbation thing with Candy the weekend before.

I blew a large load, and caught as much of it as I could. I then staggered to the bathroom to clean up a bit, and followed that with a trip to my bedroom for a pair of sweats and a sweatshirt. I went downstairs to smoke a few hits off a joint, and made myself a nice stiff Scotch-rocks. Life is good, and this is only day 1 of Ronnie’s visit.

After one drink, I went upstairs to turn in. I got into bed and Laura stirred when I was getting situated in bed. She looked at me sort of groggy-eyed, and leaned over for a smooch. I kissed her lovingly, and we had a nice embrace. Laura seemed to be coming around, and who was I to argue? I love my wife, and love being close to her. We made out for a few minutes, and Laura groped at my crotch, as she often does…..we are a very sexually tuned in couple. One thing led to another, and before I know it, Laura has my dick in her mouth. Laura seems to love sucking my cock. She says it makes her feel “naughty” and there is no way I’m going to balk at that.

She had my balls in her hand, and my cock in her mouth. She was pumping my cock up and down while she was sucking. Then Laura came off my cock and leaned up for another deep soul kiss. As she backed away, she said softly, “Smells like you’ve been busy down there mister.” Without waiting for a reply, she got back to work on my cock. There was no issue with her detecting some sweaty smells or whatever; she knows I jerk off, and has no problem with it. She was blowing me in earnest now, jacking my shaft up and back. I started to get agitated, and Laura could feel my tension rise, knowing that I was getting close.

Again she pulled away from my cock, and whispered those words I love to hear; “Want to cum on my tits, or in my mouth?” Laura really knows me, and loves to see me enjoy my sex play, the same as I like to see to it that she always gets satisfaction.

“Oh on your tits baby…” I said to her softly.

“Ok Jimmy, assume the position.” She said. This is our fun little way of saying to each other that it is time for her to lay back, and for me to get over her so I can jerk my load off onto her yummy tits. I got into a kneeling position, grabbed my rod, and started stroking. My climax was on me in mere seconds, as she really knows how to get me going. I groaned, and started blowing cum all over her tits and up onto her face, in an effort to give her a few globs to swallow……….success! A great tit blast, and a perfect follow up mouth shot. I was spent.

After catching my breath, I sort of leaned over to our nightstand for a Kleenex to wipe her tits off with. I didn’t feel like licking up my own goo tonight. As I leaned over, I swore I saw a shadow in the hallway move. There is a small nightlight in the hall, and I made sure to see that it was working earlier tonight, especially with a guest sleeping over. Could my sister Ronnie have seen me getting my dick sucked? I had neglected to shut our door when I came in, as that is not something I usually do. Force of habit; leave the door open. But I cleaned Laura’s chest off, dropped the Kleenex in the trash can next to the nightstand, and kind of cuddled up to her. I didn’t want to get up right then to close the door, for whatever reason. As I laid in bed, I couldn’t help continuing to wonder if Ronnie had watched Laura giving me head.

*****

The next morning, Saturday, Laura and I were up bright and early. Well, I was bright, and she was early and none too pleased about it. Ronnie came downstairs a few minutes after we had the coffee brewing, wearing a t-shirt and a pair of short shorts. It made me wonder if she changed last night, or this morning? Hmm. I couldn’t dwell on that issue, because I was too busy dwelling on Ronnie’s outfit for this morning! The shorts were super tight, and the t-shirt left almost nothing to the imagination. I was getting an up close and personal education on her tiny titties. They were small, probably a small B, and her nipples seemed to be very prominent. They were on high alert at the moment. My head was spinning.

We all showered and cleaned up. Ronnie was giving me jolts every time she changed clothes. Now she had a very short jeans skirt on, and a very revealing halter top. Laura looked good as always. The girls decided that they wanted to cruise a mall or two. I told them to have fun, and not to spend too much of my money. They jumped in Laura’s car and off they went……to where, I had no idea.

Now, what do naughty brothers do when their hot sisters who are staying over decide to go out? They snoop. So, with Little Jim leading the way, I went off in search of things that I had no business finding. In Ronnie’s room, I spotted her luggage right away. Easy target. I got into it, and hit pay-dirt immediately. Lots of undies, and some of them were pretty racy. Yes, her bras were 33B, and her panties were beautiful. I karabük escort sniffed around among them, but they were all recently laundered. Did that stop me? Nope…..I went looking for the panties she wore the night before. I know my fussy sister, and she wouldn’t wear the same knickers 2 days in a row.

Laura had a laundry hamper in the bathroom, and I was sure she had told Ronnie to put her soiled laundry there. I immediately went to the hamper in pursuit of my sister’s delicate underthings. Instant paydirt! Skirt, tank top, and panties, all from last night. I picked the panties up and held them to my nose. Oh my God, they were the same scent as last night, but WAY stronger. And there were little crusties in the gusset. I am so perverted sometimes! I took the gusset into my mouth and sucked on it so I could taste it. Delicious! My cock was like granite. I whipped it out and started stroking. This was too good to be true!

Unbeknownst to me, the girls had been about 2 miles away when they realized that Ronnie had forgotten her sunglasses. Laura had pulled into the driveway, not lifting the garage door, and Ronnie had gotten out and was on her way back in to get the shades from her room. I was obviously pre-occupied, and our doors are quiet to open. She had made it all the way upstairs on her way to her room when she passed the bathroom in the hallway, only to see me with my cock in my hand, and her pretty white cotton panties up to my nose. She stopped cold.

“Jim?” she said, as surprised to see me there as I was to see her there. Crap! I dropped her panties into the open hamper, and fumbled with my cock and zipper, then realizing that I was fooling nobody.

“Oh!! Ronnie!” What could I say? Nothing. So I didn’t say anything more. I just sort of casually tried to stuff my dick back into my shorts, as I stood there with my face beet red.

Ronnie grinned. She has a really foxy grin that could melt many men anyway, and I was speechless. “Like whatcha found?” she asked, knowing damn well I liked what I had found.

“Uh….well, yeah, as a matter of fact, I do. I like these a lot!” I sort of fumbled the words out.

“Oh….ok. Why don’t ya finish what you were doing, brother dear?” she said. “Go ahead, I love to see a guy beat off.”

I was unsure about where to take this. I was caught red-handed by my sister, smelling and tasting her dirty panties. I wanted in the worst way to finish what I started. But what about Laura in the car?

“Here, Jim. How about this?” She pulled her skirt up far enough to give her access to her panties, which I noticed with relish were yellow cotton, and had little pink hearts on them, and put her hand down into her panties. She rooted around in there for a minute, then drew her hand out and held it up to my nose.

“Like that?” She was still grinning.

“You have no idea.” I replied.

“Hold on Jimmy. I’ll be right back.”

With that, she turned and scurried back downstairs and out the front door. I stood there with a major woodie, and waited for my world to come crashing in.

About 2 minutes later, the door downstairs opened again, and I heard giggles. Robbie and Laura hurried upstairs, and there I was with my cock in my fist.

“My my my Jim.” Laura said as she saw my situation. “Maybe the shopping will have to wait.”

The girls knew they were torturing me. I decided to just get on with it, since they weren’t showing anger, and I had the fragrant panties right in front of me and my dick in my hand.

“Robbie saw us last night Jim.” Laura said. “We weren’t even around the block before she asked me about it. Apparently she has some of the same tendencies we have, and has known that you have been getting into her things since she was in junior high and you were in high school.”

Boy that conversation developed rapidly, I thought. “Err…really?” I mumbled.

“Yes. She also told me that she spied on you too, as kids. You were a real ‘Master-Bator’ according to her. She loved watching you blow loads all over your belly. And sometimes she planted dirty panties for you to ‘find’.”

Ronnie piped up, “Yeah Jim, so now it’s time for the real deal. You can taste me if I can taste you. Laura is ok with it. C’mon.” She grabbed my hand and pulled me into our bedroom. “Oh, Jim, and yes, I saw you two last night. Laura and I had that planned out. You do ok for an ‘old man’.”

Ronnie sat down on our bed and had me face her. She fumbled with my pants, then got them undone. She dragged them down to my ankles, then yanked my underwear down. My cock leaped forward. Ronnie leaned back and said, “Ok Jimmy. Start stroking. We still have shopping to do.” She grinned and winked at Laura.

What was I going to do? I started stroking, of course. “Uhm Ronnie, I’m going to need a target, ok? And maybe some fresh ‘incentive’.”

Ronnie knew exactly where I was headed, and she pulled her tank top up above her tits, then thought better of that and pulled it all the way off. She then leaned back and raised her feet so she could slide her panties all the way down her legs. This was heaven! My first unobstructed look at Ronnie’s tits and pussy. I didn’t know what to look at – I wanted to see both of them. I did the only thing I could do. I slowed my stroking down so I could drink everything in.

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Matthew let out a sharp gasp as he slipped his hard cock into his waiting mothers pussy. It was hotter and wetter than anything he had ever felt before, and it was all he could do to keep from cumming immediately. After a few moments of pregnant silence, he withdrew himself almost entirely, then slowly sank back into what he was sure was heaven on earth. Determined for his pleasure to last as long as he could stand, he took a moment to survey his surroundings.

The lights from the Las Vegas strip flooded the small hotel room, illuminating the tanned skin of his mothers ass. Her dress, a sheer white by the light of day, took on a strange orange hue in the places it had been pulled over her full bottom. Her shoulder length hair hung down onto the pillow below. Matthew thought she looked incredibly sexy on all fours in the middle of the bed. As the air conditioner clicked over and began to hum, he was suddenly awoken from what seemed like a trance.

In a flash Matthew realized his dream of fucking his mother had finally come true. gebze escort A shiver ran through his naked body, and he glanced down at what, for more than twenty years, he had imagined every night. The base of his dick, embedded deep within the spread lips of his mother’s cunt. He desperately wanted to go deeper, as deep as he could, to claim his mother’s pussy as his own.

Suddenly he withdrew and slammed his pelvis violently forward. The pressure in his loins did not explode as he had feared, but only built as he repeated this thrust. Soon, the room was full of the sounds of his lust. His mother, face now buried in a pillow, screamed into it as he filled her again and again. The sound of her ass clapping against his lower abdomen echoed deliciously in Matthew’s ears. The vulgarities he had imagined himself saying for so long came out as soft grunts and whimpers, as all of his effort was spent in the power of his thrusting, and denying himself the ultimate pleasure.

He found the latter effort quickly failing, gümüşhane escort and as his moans and voice grew louder, he felt the familiar flexing at the place below his now tight balls. Words suddenly failed him as all he was able to manage was a thunderous “UNNGGGGGG!” as he squeezed his mothers hips as hard as he could with his hands and began his orgasm. What felt like a fire deep in his loins burned on its way out of his dick, shooting deep into his mother. It was as if this liquid pleasure had caused her own orgasm, for no sooner had Matthew’s cry died than one came muffled from the pillow ahead of him. This was his ultimate triumph, as his mother had cum on her own sons cock as he had fucked her from behind. His mother would now be his slut forevermore, and the years of pleasure to cum made his recent pleasure seem so small. Matthew collapsed onto his mothers back as he thought this happy thought. As he lay with his face in her hair, small, involuntary tremors of his pleasure caused them izmir escort both to bounce slightly. It seemed like an eternity before he had caught his breathe enough to whisper “Thank you”, into his mothers ear.

***

“Holy shit that worked good!” A mans voice replied underneath Matthew as he pushed himself up.

“You’re telling me Justin!” Matthew replied breathlessly as he began to stand and looked at his friend.

Justin appeared disoriented as he too stood up. A pocket pussy was harnessed ingeniously underneath his balls. Grinning deviously he said “I came right after you did” and pointed to the near lake of cum on the bed. Justin reached up and flung off the wig of long dark hair, revealing shorter hair underneath. Next came Matthew’s mother’s dress, which crumpled in a pile on the floor.

“You’re turn!” Matthew said as he smiled. “Do you want the blue dress or the red one?”

Justin, who had sat down on the bed with a satisfied groan, looked at Matthew as if he was crazy, “I think I need a minute”, he said as he glanced down at his deflated cock.

“Don’t worry” replied Matthew, now tightening the harness which had so recently been his mothers pussy. “We have all the time in the wrrrrr”

Justin let out a sharp gasp as his mother took his cock into her waiting mouth.

THE END

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Women flash their naked asses, naked tits, and naked pussies while men flash women their naked cocks.

Hoping for a positive reaction and for some sexual attention, women coif their hair. They wear makeup and perfume. They wear high heeled shoes and sexually revealing clothes. Not stopping there, women advertise what’s beneath their clothes by flashing unsuspecting men their sexy lingerie in up-skirts peeks and down-blouses views. Still not done calling attention to themselves, while making their flashes appear accidental or unintentional, they deliberately flash men their naked tits, naked pussies, and naked asses while men flash unsuspecting women their naked pricks.

When women flash any part of their underwear clad, semi-naked, or naked bodies to unsuspecting men, free from fear of arrest, they become emboldened and brazened to show more. When women flash their nearly naked and naked bodies, they’re deemed sexy. When women show all that men hope and want to see but shouldn’t see of them, they’re deemed hot. Conversely, when men flash their nearly naked and naked bodies, they’re deemed perverted.

Suddenly, with them the center of erotic attention by flashing their sexy underwear and/or a little skin, men sexually want them. Men must sexually have them. By women showing men a peek of their sexy and shapely bodies, men wish they could have sex with them. It’s as simple as that. Men want what they can’t have and women used that against them.

When women flash any part of their underwear clad, semi-naked, or naked bodies, men always look, even firemen and police officers, especially firemen and police officers. As if they’ve never seen any part of a women’s underwear clad or naked body before, men can’t help themselves from looking, staring, ogling, and leering at all that women are showing. Obviously, men not only like what they’re seeing but they can’t get enough of seeing women in their underwear, semi-naked, or naked. Clearly, men can’t get enough of seeing panties, bras, naked tits, naked pussies, and naked asses.

Yet, it takes two to play the sexy game of exhibitionism and voyeurism, an exhibitionist and a voyeur. Fortunately, for men, women are exhibitionists. Fortunately, for women, men are voyeurs. What works for one, works for the other. Women flash their naked asses, tits, and pussies while men flash women their naked cocks.

Yet, women wouldn’t show their sexy and shapely bodies if no one wanted to see them. Men give women the motivation they need to flash. Just as there are always women flashing, there are always men looking. I’m not telling you what you already don’t know. Yet, sometimes, the message needs to be repeated.

Men easily forget what women are. Men believe that women are something they’re not. Men believe that women are innocent ladies. Yet, truth be told, women are just as sexually horny as are men. Women want and need sex as much as men want and need sex.

Men sometimes forget and mistakenly believe that women flashing their underwear and/or naked bodies are accidental and unintentional. Instead of believing that women are deliberately flashing men, men mistakenly believe that they’re at the right place at the right time. Trust me. No one is that lucky.

Women flash men their naked asses, tits, and pussies while men flash women their naked cocks. We all want to see, touch, and feel what we shouldn’t see, touch and feel. We all want forbidden and/or incestuous sex. We all want to feel sexually desirable. We all want to be the center of sexual attention.

# # #

“Show me your tits, Mother,” said Christopher staring at the big impressions that his mother’s breasts made in her blouse and bra. “I want to see your naked tits. I want to touch them, feel them, fondle them, and suck them.”

Like father like son, he loved his mother’s big tits. He pulled out his cock and started stroking himself with the sexual anticipation of seeing and feeling his mother’s big, naked breasts. Yet, instead of chastising him and making her son feel like the incestuous pervert that he has grown to be, Elizabeth willingly and voluntarily lifted her blouse and brassiere. She not only consensually showed her son her naked breasts but also, she allowed him to have his wicked, sexual way with her big tits.

Keeping her naked breasts exposed for a long minute, continuing to hold up her blouse and bra, she gave her son a good long look of her naked breasts, her erect nipples, and her symmetrical areolas. Then, not stopping there, she allowed him to touch her naked tits and feel her naked tits with one hand while he stroked himself faster with his other hand. She allowed him to fondle her tits while pulling, turning, and twisting her erect nipples as he continued stroking himself harder and faster.

Not stopping there, a morning routine, she moved to her knees to allow her son to cum across her naked breasts and all over her pretty face. Christopher loved giving his mother cum bath as much as she enjoyed van escort receiving cum baths from him. Then, later, when he came home from work, a nightly routine, while cuddling and watching a movie, she’d suck his cock and allow him to cum in her mouth.

“Thank you, Mother,” Christopher.

‘Life doesn’t get any better than this,’ he thought.

# # #

So what? Truth be told, no matter where we get it from and who we get it from, we all want sex, especially forbidden and/or incestuous sex. We all want to feel good. We all want to feel sexual wanted and desired. If only for just an hour, we all want to forget our realities to live our sexual fantasies. We all want to have sexual orgasms. We all want to cum.

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Rub my clit harder. Finger my pussy deeper. That’s it. Right there. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. I’m cumming Christopher. Mommy is cumming,” said Elizabeth to her adult son.

Christopher loved giving his mother sexual orgasms as much as he loved receiving her sexual orgasms. He’s had sex with many other women, co-workers, friends, and women he picked up at a bar, but the sex that he had with his mother, sister, aunt, and cousin was always the best sex that he ever had.

# # #

Yet, instead of admitting that they enjoy sex as much as men do, instead of admitting that they’re whores and sluts in the way that men freely admit that their whoremongers, many women take the moral, high ground. They pretend that they’re offended when a man exposes their hard, erect, naked pricks to them. They act as if they’ve never seen a naked cock before.

When they wanted it and instigated it to happen by flashing down-blouse views of their low-cut, bras and their long line of sexy cleavage, they suddenly act as if they’re virgins when men reach out to feel their tits. They act as if they’ve been sexually abused when a man merely and slowly slides his erect, naked prick across their red, full lips while they’re sleeping. They act as if they’ve been raped when he parts her lips and sticks his cock in her mouth, puts his hand behind her pretty head, and humps her mouth and fucks her face.

“How dare they? What’s the big deal? Men are only doing what they’re supposed to do. It’s just a blowjob. Women have had worse things in their mouths than a man’s prick and a man’s cum.”

Surely, these women have seen an erect, naked cock before. Surely, they’re not virgins. Surely, they’ve had pricks in their mouths before. How dare they not do what they were born to do, suck men’s pricks and allow them to cum in their mouths? That’s why God made Adam and Eve. Other than having babies and waiting on and serving men, women giving blowjobs and men receiving blowjobs is why God made women.

Yet, apart from the sexual pressure and sexual expectations that men put on women all the time, their indignation and refusal to suck cock is just an act. Even though they act unwilling, shocked, and even angry to blow someone, one just need to attend a CFNM, clothe female, nude male strip club to see drunken women in sexual action. With all of the cocks they stroked and sucked in one night, seriously, who are they kidding? Give me a break.

They willingly and voluntarily hold, feel, fondle, and stroke a multitude of strippers’ naked pricks in their horny, little hands. They consensually take their cocks in their mouths. They gladly stroke their cocks while sucking their pricks and even allow them to cum in their mouths. They allow men that they don’t know and have never met to sexually touch them, feel them, undress them, and have random sex with them. Then, when with their husbands, they pretend that they don’t suck cock.

“Sorry. I beg your pardon? You want me to do what? You want me to blow you? You want to cum in my mouth and all over my face? I don’t do that,” said Donna while innocently shaking her head from side to side. “I’m not that kind of a woman. I’m not a whore,” said Donna, Kevin’s suddenly virginal wife after having a good, sexual time with strippers.

Women are such phonies. Add alcohol at the right place and at the right time and even the most religious women will be lifting their bras to expose their naked tits while waving their panties over their heads. Even the most morally modest women will allow strippers to do to their bodies what they’d never allow their husbands to do.

“Fuck me in my ass again, Roman,” said Donna to her handsome stripper. “I love feeling your big prick in my ass.”

# # #

Let’s explode the façade and remove the curtain that separates dominating men from submissive women. Men freely admit that they’re whore mongers. Many men are even proud that they are. Especially when alcohol and beautiful women are present, men can’t help themselves from wanting to be stroked, sucked, and fucked.

Some men still keep a black book. They all keep count of how many women they’ve had, how good they were in bed, and what they did to them. yalova escort Fortunately, for them, men love women and women love men. Fortunately, for them, whether men or women, they all want sex.

Yet, sadly, when men are drunk and horny, they’ll have sex with nearly any woman at any time. Truth be told, women are no different. When women are drunk and horny, they’ll have sex with nearly any man at any time. Let’s face it, we’re all human. We’re all cut from the same cloth. We all want sex. We all want to be fingered, licked, stroked and sucked. We all want to make love and to get laid. We all want to have multiple, sexual orgasms. All we want is to cum.

Let’s be honest, whether we’re single, in a relationship, or married with children, we’re all lonely. We’re all horny and desperate for sex. We’re all craving sexual attention and romantic love. No ands, buts, ifs, and maybes, women are whores and men are always ready and available to reap the benefits of their whoredom. Especially when a little drunk, women will have sex with any man at any time, as long as he’s clean, not too rough, and especially if he has money.

“How much money do you have? Show me the money.”

# # #

After playing hard to get, resisting all of his sexual advances by telling him that she’s married and doesn’t cheat on her husband, Tiffany suddenly changed her mind after her husband had an affair.

“Show me your prick. I want to see it,” said Tiffany to her boss, Mr. Money Bags, the next time he groped her ass when they were alone and working late.

Happy to oblige his beautiful and sexy secretary, John unzipped himself, pulled out his prick, and showed her his erect dick. Tiffany stared at his naked cock in the way that he had been staring at her big breasts through her blouse and bra. Obviously, she liked what she was seeing as much as he liked what he was showing.

“Come closer. I want to touch it. I want to feel the weight if it in my hand. I want to fondle it. I want to stroke it,” she said while staring up at him with as much sexual lust as he stared at her with unbridled horniness. “I want to suck it.”

John took a step closer for Tiffany to take him in her hand. She held his prick and fondled the head of his big dick. Then, she slowly stroked him while staring up at him with her big, brown eyes. Finally, she leaned forward to kiss his cock and lick his cock before taking his stiff prick in her mouth.

John felt her ample breasts through her blouse and fingered her emerging nipples through her bra. Then, with her holding his prick in her hand while slowly stroking him, emboldened to take the next sexual step, he unbuttoned her blouse. Once her blouse was unbuttoned, he felt her big tits through her sexy, low-cut brassiere. He stuck a finger beneath the front of her bra and lifted it to expose her naked breasts. He pulled, turned, and twisted her erect nipples.

In preparation of her 30th birthday party tonight at the CFNM strip club, Tiffany allowed John to have his wicked, sexual way with her partially nude body at the office today. A long time coming, she stroked her boss while sucking him. She not only gave John a blowjob but also, she allowed him to cum in her mouth and all over her pretty face.

“Today is my birthday,” said Tiffany.

John put a heavy hand to the back of her pretty head. He humped her mouth and fucked her face. Then, in honor of her birthday, he exploding a volume of cum in her mouth and a second load of cum all over her pretty face.

“Happy birthday, Tiffany,” he said.

# # #

Continued from Chapter 03:

Since the advent of Viagra, Cialis, and the latest vaginal creams and lubricants for dryness, with age not stopping them, one is never too old for sex. You just have to see how many cases of sexually transmitted diseases that nursing homes report yearly to realize how many men and women are still having sex in the 70’s and 80’s. Seemingly, everyone is having sex but you.

With women going from one man to another man, and men having sex with one woman one night and a different woman the next night, for those who are still able, nursing homes have become the sexual playground for the elderly. Why not? After their children abandoned them and locked them away in nursing homes, having random sex with multiple partners is the only way that people still feel loved, cherished, respected and wanted.

“Girls. C’mon. They’re checking in a new guy,” said Alice.

The women hung around the reception area eying the new guy while sexually teasing him with their eyes and flashing him some sexy cleavage by unbuttoning their blouses and leaning long and low over the countertop.

“I hope he has a big dick,” whispered Barbara. “I like a man with a big cock,” she said sliding a slow tongue across her red, full lips. “I love sucking cock.”

Barbara put her hand to her mouth and moved it back and forth as if she was already stroking him while blowing çorlu escort him. Then, she humped the air with her hips as if she was fucking him, too. Unembarrassed and unashamed, her elderly age had turned her into something of a whore.

“I just hope that he can still get hard and takes a long time to cum,” said Mary. “I need a big, hard one pounding my pussy to allow me to forget about my arthritis pain. I need to cum,” she said without shame or embarrassment.

Then, the women all turned to look at Phyllis, the red headed diva of the group. The biggest whore of the women confined to the nursing home, whether with men or with women, she has proven that she’d sexually do anything to anyone at any time. She slapped her leather covered hand hard on the countertop as if she was slapping someone’s naked ass.

“I hope he likes bondage,” she said snapping a rubber band pulled tight around her wrist. “I hope he likes pain as much as I like doling out pain. I’d love to tie him to my bed,” she said staring at the man as if he was already naked and tied to her bed. “I’d love to whip his ass before peeing on him,” she said.

Yet, even though they’ve finally come into their own by growing into their whoredom, not really whores they’re just sexually aroused, bored, and lonely women confined to a nursing home. Other than playing games, watching TV, sleeping, walking the grounds, and/or knitting, there’s not much else to do in a nursing home. Not allowed to leave the grounds, as if they’re prisoners in a prison, they can no longer drive their cars, walk their dogs, attend to their cats, walk the mall, go shopping, and/or see their families whenever they want.

It’s not easy getting old. Fortunately, sex is all they have. Yet, for some, seemingly, sex is all that they need. Stroking and sucking cock, what more do they need? Fingering and licking pussies, what else is there to do? Making love and fucking, they finally feel wanted, loved, and sexually desired again.

To put it in perspective, these elderly women are someone’s mother, grandmother, aunt, cousin, sister, mothers-in-law, and sisters-in-law. Instead of acting their ages, they’re horny and ready to have sex with this one or with that one. Instead of acting like ladies, sexually frustrated and no longer able to get pregnant, they’ve grown to become lecherous, elderly whores. Actually, harboring no guilt and/or shame, no longer caring about their reputations, nursing homes have become swinging homes of sexual ill repute for those who are still able to have sex.

# # #

“Show me your tits, Edna,” said Ralph while staring at what he could already see of her big breasts through her sheer and low-cut nightgown.

She smiled while slowly and sexily lowering the straps of her nightgown top. Sexually teasing him, she deliberately paused before lowering her nightgown top. Clearly, she wanted to negotiate a deal.

“I’ll show you my tits if you show me your cock. Take out your prick,” said seventy-three-year-old Edna to seventy-year-old, Ralph while alone with him in her room.

With her blonde hair and C cup breasts, Edna was a doppelganger for Helen Mirren. She not only looked like her but she had a body like her, too. Adding to her sexual appeal, with her having a bit of an English accent, she even sounded like her, too.

“I want to see it,” she said staring at the bulge that his dick made in his pants. “I want to touch it. I want to feel it. I want to hold it in my hand and stroke it.”

Then, sexually teasing him, she slid a slow tongue across her elderly lips while staring up at him. Obediently obeying her as if she was his mother, Ralph pulled out his limp prick from his pajama bottoms. Edna grabbed hold of his elderly prick as if she was grabbing a brass ring from a bull’s nose. As soon as she took his flaccid cock in her hand, his penis responded by growing bigger and harder.

“I want to suck it. I love sucking cock,” she said staring at his cock before looking up at him with her big, blue eyes. She gave him a sexy look and a naughty smile. “I want to blow you, Ralph,” she said looking up at him. “I need you to cum in my mouth.”

Something she never did with her husband, giving him a blowjob, Edna now had the reputation of being an experienced cocksucker. Unable to get enough of the feel of a cock in her hand and the sensation of a cock in her mouth and in her pussy, she loved stroking cock as much as she loved sucking cock and fucking cock. She loved controlling a man not only with her hand and her pussy but also with her mouth, too.

“Cum Ralph. Cum. Cum in my mouth. Then, cum all over my face and across my naked breasts. After you cum in my mouth, I want you to give me a cum bath,” said Edna while stroking his stiff prick harder and faster. “I want to bathe in your cum.”

The busiest cocksucker in the nursing home, she had already blown at least a dozen of the resident men. Before, when sucking cock, she dabbled and never allowed her husband to cum in her mouth. Now, she not only allowed all of her lovers to cum in her mouth but all over her face and across her naked tits, too. She had not only grown to be a great cocksucker but also a cum slut, too. She loved sucking cock and receiving cum baths, too.

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My big brother was wonderful at showing me new things — sexually, of course, since I had only had one previous sexual encounter before falling in love with him, but also in other interests. For example, Eric loved auto racing, especially F1 racing, and we had specifically subscribed to the Sports cable package just so he could get the one channel licensed to show F1 races in the States. He and I would get up early on Sunday mornings, make coffee, and watch the races together live from Europe.

He was also teaching me about racing through his video games. Soon I was semi-adept at conversing with him about gear ratios, tire pressures, downforce, aerodynamics, drafting, straightlining chicanes, drifting, double-apex corners, and the like. It was strange in a way: To me, it was simply a matter of picking a game, picking a car and a track, and driving. To him, it was an actual experience, essentially the next best thing to being in a race itself. What truly amazed me was how conversant he was about the changes made to the tracks — in reality and in the games — over time. His knowledge was seemingly endless, which was especially impressive because almost all of it had been acquired by playing trabzon escort racing games for so long.

It only made me admire him even more.

He was working in his bedroom one evening while I tried my hand at one of his racing games again, the sound purposely low so that he wouldn’t be too distracted. When he emerged, he smiled at me, then looked at the TV screen just as I cornered a bit too quickly in an SUV, the weight transfer to the left side unmistakable as the right-side tires came up off the track and seemed to hover over the rumble strips at the apex of the corner.

“Nice body roll,” my big brother commented.

I had slowed as soon as the right-side tires had come off the track, and had to regroup mentally and then speed up to catch the rival SUV which had just passed me. “That’s one of the worst things you can say to a girl,” I noted, “even if she is your little sister.”

“Sorry.” He came and sat beside me on the sofa, watching in silence as I finished the race, being beaten by nearly a full second. “You’re doing better, sis,” he commented. “You’re holding your own. If not for that two-wheeler corner, you’d probably have won.” tunceli escort

“I know.” I handed him the controller. “You try.”

Not surprisingly, he won by more than seven seconds. He was the expert, and he had not changed the difficulty level. I had been racing on Easy and still lost by nearly a full second.

“It’ll come to you soon,” he offered. “You’ve come a long way from someone who could barely play Pac-Man when you came to visit me during Spring Break.”

It was indeed well-earned praise, especially being paired with his gentle mussing of my hair.

That soon led to the controller resting upon the coffee table as I was held in strong, protective arms. That soon led to my big brother’s hands kneading my breasts through my t-shirt and bra, which soon led to soft happy sighs rising from deep within me.

The game’s menu music played a variety of heart-pounding songs worthy of a dance club as my heart was pounding for a very different reason. Slowly, I was rendered topless, my nipples each afforded my big brother’s caring attention, my breasts somewhat more sensitive than usual that night, his mouth granting me more pleasure uşak escort than usual as I clutched his head to me. Straddling his thighs, I braced myself upon his shoulders as he teased me, my panty dampening from his ministrations.

He lifted his head from my chest at last, and looked up into my eyes. “Does my little sister wanna cum?” he asked with a wicked smile upon his lips.

“Yes!” I practically hissed at him, and he laughed softly.

“Then masturbate,” he commanded me, and he returned his lips to my left nipple.

I was a little self-conscious about masturbating in front of my big brother, especially since he was doing a wonderful job ensuring my nipples remained rigid with need, but, with one hand still braced upon his shoulder, I reached down between us and unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts. Eric took care of things “up top,” and I took care of things “down below,” and together, we worked to achieve the pleasure I craved, the orgasm I desired.

Ultimately, sated, I slumped against him, and my big brother released my right breast from his mouth. He lifted my hand out of my panty and shorts, and as I hugged him with one arm, he savored my taste, sucking and licking my fingers clean.

“My little sister tastes really, really good,” he observed quietly. “Now she just needs to perfect her racing skills.”

We laughed softly together at that, and I hugged him warmly, enjoying the feel of his loving arms around my topless form.

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David couldn’t believe his luck, his baby girl Haley was finally coming home. Haley was 19 years old, dark long hair, blue eyes and curvy in all the right places. She had finally left her cheating boyfriend and called David to ask if she could move back in with her newborn son Spencer, just until she figured things out. David was so excited to have a full house again, ever since his wife left him 3 years ago, David had been so lonely.

David met Haley at the local train station and put all their bags into the car. Haley was so happy to see her father and thanked him endlessly for taking them in.

“Haley stop it, I’m just so happy to have you two so much closer, I missed you both!” David smiled over at his daughter, took her hand, and squeezed softly.

The rest of the car ride home went fast; Spencer slept the whole way while David and Haley talked about everything and nothing. Finally, they arrived home and David carried their things inside.

“Now I wanted you to feel right at home, so I turned the spare room into little Spencer’s nursery I hope you don’t mind.”

Haley hugged her dad tightly as he led them into the nursery. ” Dad this is beautiful, this must of cost a fortune, thank you so much dad, for everything” she kissed her dad’s cheek softly and hugged him tightly again.

David breathed her in; he always loved the smell of his daughter she smelt like strawberries. He left Haley to settle Spencer into his new room and he gave her space so she could feed him.

An hour had passed and Haley joined her father in the lounge room. “He’s wiped out; the train trip tired him out,” Haley said. She sat next to her father and snuggled up to him as he flicked through the channels to find something; finally he settled on a comedy movie and wrapped his arm around his daughter as she nestled into his side.

After a few minutes David could feel a wetness on his side, he looked down and noticed Haley asleep. urfa escort He looked to find the wetness and realized his daughter was leaking milk. He didn’t know what to do, he didn’t want to wake her and embarrass her, but he was also being turned on knowing his daughter was leaking on him.

He ran a hand down slowly and ran his fingertip over the wetness, he held in the moan as he slowly brought his finger to his mouth and sucked softly, tasting his beautiful baby’s milk. He wanted more, but he knew he shouldn’t. He grazed his hand softly over her breast causing Haley to moan softly, he held his breath as she began to stir.

She looked down and gasped in horror, “Daddy I’m so sorry you should have woken me, you’re wet because of me!” She jumped up and ran to her room embarrassed.

David’s cock throbbed in his pants; he got up and went to his room, dropped his pants and pumped his cock hard. All he could think about was his baby’s milk, to hold her and touch her, to even fuck her.

Those thoughts brought him over the edge as he finally came moaning Haley’s name.

David showered and got into is boxers and headed out across the hall to Haley’s room, he knocked and waited for her to let him in. Haley crossed the room and sat on her bed, David knew she was still embarrassed. “Look baby there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, you leaked a little milk so what, you’re a mum now, it happens don’t be ashamed of it”.

Haley smiled up at her father and hugged him tight “I know daddy but it was so awkward knowing I leaked milk onto you, I thought you might have been mad”.

David shook his head, pulled her over to the bed and sat next to her. “Baby to be honest I’m the one who should be embarrassed, you leaking on me, well, it really turned me on…”

Haley looked over to her father curiously, she didn’t know if he was being honest or trying to make her feel better.

“Why sivas escort would it turn you on dad?”

David felt like a deer caught in headlights, it was now or never. “Well if we are being honest, it has always turned me on, the idea of a women being able to bring life into the world, then to feed the baby etc., your mother never let me try her milk when she had you, it has just always been a real turn on to me..”

Haley smiled at her father; she couldn’t believe what he was saying. Through her pregnancy, she always had weird erotic dreams that always involved her father, especially him feeding from her breasts. Haley decided if he was, being honest with her, it was only fair she be honest with him.

“Dad that’s kind of hot, I mean really hot, mum wouldn’t let you try just a little?”

David shook his head. “Not even a drop? But that’s ok it was her choice, but it’s still something I think of often when I…you know”.

Haley stood up in front of her father and pulled her tank off. She walked closer to him, placed her hands on his shoulders, and said, “Try my milk daddy?”

David moaned when she called him daddy. He pulled her closer so she was straddling his knee; he looked up to her one last time for approval. Haley nodded and within moments, his mouth was around her nipple sucking softly. Haley moaned and ran her fingers threw her father’s hair pulling his face closer to her breasts, this encouraged him and he began to suck harder, drinking down every drop his baby gave him.

His cock was rock hard, straining against his boxer briefs begging to be freed; his baby girl was a moaning mess above him, grinding against his thigh. He decided to see how far she would let him go, he slowly ran a hand up her thigh towards her pussy, causing Haley to moan and pant louder above him.

“Oh daddy, I can’t believe your feeding on my tits, I’m so wet for you, please don’t stop daddy!” tekirdağ escort she panted out.

David couldn’t take any more, he stood causing Haley to wrap her legs around him, he carried her to the side of the bed and laid her down without breaking contact. He smiled up at his baby girl and switched to the other nipple. He slid her shorts and panties down and moaned as he felt her bare wet pussy. He sucked harder than before as Haley used her feet to slide his boxers down.

David slid up and kissed his baby girl; the kiss was soft to begin with but grew hungry with need. They were both moaning and panting as David grinded against his baby girl’s wet pussy.

“Daddy please! I need to feel you, please don’t stop!” Haley panted out as she nipped and sucked her father’s shoulder causing him to growl and slam into her waiting pussy. “Daddy, fuck you are so big!” she gasped out between thrusts.

David bent his head and began to feed while he fucked his baby girl hard and deep. “So fucking tight baby, daddy’s not going to last long!” He grunted out between thrusts, Haley wrapped her legs tight around his hips and held on as he sucked and fucked her.

“Cum daddy, fill my pussy!” She gasped out causing Dave to moan louder, the idea of filling his baby up made him harder, he thrust faster and harder and sucked her milk down greedily.

“Here it comes baby! Fuck . . . baby!” he growled out as he filled his baby girl with his cum, causing Haley to cum hard “DADDY…FUCK!”.

After a few moments, David slowly slid out of his baby girl, covering her with kisses anywhere he could reach.

“Baby that was better than I ever dreamed it would be.” He breathed out as Haley snuggled up to her father.

“Thank you daddy, I feel so good now and I have no more pain, I love you so much daddy!” She leaned up and kissed him softly.

“Baby this might sound wrong and selfish, I want you and Spencer to stay here with me, I love you baby and I want to care for you both, and I want you to be mine.”

Haley smiled up at her father and nodded frantically “Yes daddy as long as I get to have you every night!”

“Don’t worry baby, I have big plans for us!” David smiled and kissed her deeply.

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All characters in this story are fictional and over the age of 18. This is Part one of two and part two will be out shortly. Enjoy.

*****

My name is Ally. I am 18 and a senior in High School. I live with my father who is 47, my mother who is 39, my older brother Jake who is 22 and a senior in college, and Hannah who is 20 and a sophomore in college. Two years ago my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer and my family hasn’t been handling things all that well.

About six months into her treatment, she was actually seeing some progress. We all were extremely optimistic that she would overcome her illness and it seemed we had been right; until three months ago.

I have trouble sleeping remembering coming home from school that day. It was close to homecoming and I just knew my crush Billy was going to ask me to the dance. I had been walking on cloud-9 until I opened my front door. My mother was collapsed in agony on the kitchen floor while my father gently rocked her trying his hardest to console her. My mother heard the door and her head popped up. I took in just how much weight she had lost since all of this happened. My mother was very fit but all woman, with generous curves most men, and women couldn’t help but admire. Now her cheeks and eyes were sunken in and her once curvaceous body was thin and almost manly due to her lack of curves. Our eyes connected and I knew…

Since that day, it’s like almost instantly she just let go, let her illness consume her. My father was working all hours. He blamed it on the medical bills but we’ve always been pretty well off and his health insurance is top dollar. I knew he just couldn’t deal with the grief. He resented her for accepting her imminent death rather than fighting. I understood though, she didn’t want to suffer anymore than she had to and hoped the sooner she was gone, the sooner our family could move on and find a sense of happiness once again.

Jake, being on a football scholarship couldn’t afford to miss any school and was always gone for practice. When he wasn’t he was usually out partying, trying to keep his mind off of my mothers illness. Hannah had a bit more time to help out around the house but at times it overwhelmed her and she couldn’t take too much more. That left me to not only tend to my mother, but to take responsibility for the household.

I didn’t skip a beat. The day I walked in and found out my mother’s fight was over, I took over her role in the household doing what I could to make sure she was comfortable. My family just kind of accepted it without really noticing and I did my best to make sure no one saw the toll it was taking on me. Before school, I was up early cooking breakfast and getting things ready for everyone’s day. When I came home from school, I took care of my mom. Feeding her, bathing her, I would read to her and confide in her until it was time to prepare for dinner, get her ready for bed then clean up and do laundry before finally getting to my room to take care of any school work I had. To say I didn’t have time for any sort of normal teen life would be an understatement.

Before my mom got sick, I wasn’t the coolest kid but I was pretty well off and had a great group of friends and a few crushes I thought I may have actually had a chance with. When all of this happened, I lost the majority of my friends and ANY chance I had at a love life. Being a virgin and not even been lucky enough to have kissed a boy, it was kind of a let down but for my mom and my family, it was a sacrifice I was willing to make.

One night about a week ago I was having an especially bad day and during dinner, with everyone eating in silence, avoiding eye contact, I was having a hard time keeping the tears at bay. That’s when it happened. I felt Hannah’s hand on my knee.

She began to caress my leg, trying to do anything to comfort me without embarrassing me and it helped more than I could have imagined. Once she realized I had regained my composure, she went to move her hand away but mersin escort I was readjusting myself in my seat at the same time and she ended up with her hand between my legs. The jolt of pleasure I felt surprised me and I began to blush instantly. It was an absolute accident but I haven’t had an actual connection with anyone but my mother in three months.

That night, after cleaning up and putting the laundry in, Hannah came to see me. I was sitting in the middle of my bed with textbooks and notebooks surrounding me.

“Hey Ally. Do you mind if I sit down?” She almost looked nervous as she asked, playing with the hem at the bottom of her shirt, Trying to avoid direct eye contact.

“Uhm, sure. Let me just move my books.”

I gathered my schoolwork and moved it out of the way letting her sit at the edge of my bed, Indian-style, facing me. Then she began..

“I just want to start off by saying I’m so sorry. I knew the role you took on was a difficult one. But you handled it so well and I honestly didn’t think it bothered you too much. Then I saw you tonight and it just clicked. How selfish we’ve all been, relying on you. It just isn’t fair. I started thinking and I realized I can’t even remember the last time you left the house just for fun. I just feel so terrible. I’m your older sister and I should be the one taking care of you. Making sure whatever time you have left to be young is spent doing just that. So I’m going to change. I’m going to help you more. As much as I can I’ll be here. I want you to start going out again and living your life.”

I was crying now. Not for any bad reason but because it was so nice to finally feel appreciated. Noticed. But I couldn’t let her lose herself like I did. It was hard at times but it was the choice I made.

Hannah noticed my tears and hugged me tightly. “I’m okay. Really I am. I don’t want you to help. Today was a bad day but I’m okay. I have nothing left anyway. None of my friends talk to me anymore and I don’t want to be friends with anyone that just walks away from someone at such a difficult time. Mom needs me and I know her best. Even if I tried to go out and have fun I know I just wouldn’t be able to enjoy myself. But thank you so much. Knowing that you know and appreciate all that I’ve done kind of makes things easier for me. All I want is to take care of this family. Make sure we don’t fall apart.”

The look she gave me was a look of complete awe. “Well I don’t care what you say, I’m going to spend more time home. Whether you want to take advantage of that by getting your life back is up to you but I need this. I need to know I did what I could to help. And I’m going to.” She grabbed my hands and kissed them.

“I know you’ve been pretty lonely lately, so if you want to vent or anything, just know I’m always here. My door is always open.”

I thanked her and she left to get ready for bed.

About an hour later I was lying in bed staring at the ceiling and for some reason my mind was too full to go to sleep. I figured it would be nice to lie in bed with my sister and catch up on what all she and her friends had been up to. I was choosing to give up my social life but I thought it would be cool to live vicariously through her.

I walked quietly down the hall being careful not to wake my mother or anyone else and saw that my sisters light was still on under her door. I knocked gently but got no response. Figuring a louder knock could probably wake someone, i decided she wouldn’t mind if I just walked in. I should have knocked.

My older sister was on her hands and knees, face down, buried into a pillow, and a hand between her legs holding a near see-through, quite large purple dildo, fucking herself. I could hear her muffled moans from the pillow as she reached her climax. I knew as soon as she was done she would become aware of my presence but looking at her naked body unfolding in climax, her hands reaching up to caress her 36c breasts and massage her clit as she muğla escort fell to the bed and tossed around, coming down from her orgasm, I was glued to the spot.

Collapsing onto the bed, catching her breath, her eyes fluttered open and immediately shot in my direction. She moved quickly to cover herself as I attempted to snap out of it.

“I’m so sorry Hannah. I knocked but when you didn’t answer, I just, I just wanted some company. I didn’t think you’d mind, I didn’t know.. you’d be… I’m sorry.”

She was covered now, with her blanket. She smiled and shook her head, I guess to shake off her recent orgasm.

“Don’t worry about it. I just needed that release ya know. No biggie. With all the stress you deal with I’m sure you’re no stranger to masturbation.”

She couldn’t have been more wrong. With the blush spreading over my too-freckled cheeks, I saw the light-bulb come on in my sisters head.

“Please tell me you’ve masturbated before…?”

I shook my head.

“I always thought it was kind of dirty and didn’t really know how…”

“Oh my, Ally, are you a virgin?!” Hannah’s eyes about popped out of her head. I nodded as my eyes began to swell with tears. She stood up, wrapping the sheet around still naked body and guided me back to her bed.

“Can I ask how experienced you are?” Hannah asked almost nervously.

“I’m not Hannah! I’ve never even kissed a boy!” I was nearly hysterical with embarrassment.

“What about a girl?” My eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets with that question. I’ve never been judgmental but the concept was still pretty taboo in my eyes.

“Of course not Hannah!” I whispered too afraid someone may hear our “dirty” conversation. She just smiled and shook her head.

“It’s not a big deal Ally. My first kiss was my best friend Erica. It wasn’t romantic, just practice. Though we still kiss all the time. Just for fun. It’s so HOT kissing another girl. Their lips are just so soft and they always know just how to touch you to get you sooo-“

“HANNAH!”

“What?? Oh, come on, like you’ve never thought about it..” She reached her hand up to my naked arm, allowing her sheet to fall slightly and her erect nipples were almost in sight. Hannah began rubbing her fingers ever so gently along my arm, causing me to shiver.

“Like you’ve never thought of how amazing it would feel to have a woman’s soft body pressed against yours. Tasting her cherry lip-gloss as she pressed her lips to yours, sliding her tongue into your mouth, moaning into it.” She continued to caress my arm, moving slowly up my shoulders to the bottom of my neck and the top of my chest. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensual touch of my older sister.

“The best part of being with a woman, is the fact that she knows how to touch you to bring you to your highest point of pleasure.” I moaned. Almost as soon as the sound escaped my lips, the blush spread and my eyes shot open. I was expecting Hannah to be looking at me like I was an alien or something, being a freak for actually getting tuned on by my own sister but though she was smiling, there was compassion and understanding in her eyes.

“You know Ally, if you really wanted to try, you could kiss me… I mean I know I’m your sister but it’s just a kiss. And I could teach you… If you wanted…”

Could I really do this? I mean she’s my sister. That makes all of this wrong doesn’t it? I was about to say no when I remembered the feel of her hand on my arm. I hadn’t felt so alive in months. I smiled shyly and nodded.

“Okay hun, I’m just gonna go for it, just fallow my lead and I’ll give you hints here and there.” I nodded and her lips were on mine.

Hannah moved closer to me, nearly straddling me as her lips began to open and her tongue slid across my top lip. Beside myself I moaned again, into my sisters mouth this time. I felt the kiss in my toes. It was amazing and I was getting into it more by the mili-second. My sister moved both her nevşehir escort hands to my head, entangling her fingers into my hair, pulling gently. Not realizing her sheet had now fallen to her waist, I reached my arms around her naked waist and pulled her closer to me, enticing her to throw her leg over my lap and straddle me.

Entranced by the ecstasy of my first kiss and the overwhelming sensation of being wanted after three long months of loneliness, I began to caress the naked back of my older sister and started moving my lips to her neck, sticking my tongue out and grazing it along her neck to her ear before taking her ear-lobe into my mouth, between my teeth. My sister began grinding her pussy onto my thigh, moaning with the pleasure of my pajama material on her naked sex and my mouth working my way back down her neck to her collar bone, then lower until I was face-to-face with my sisters rock hard nipples.

I pulled back a minute, looking into her eyes for permission to continue on. I got my answer when she pulled my head down, and onto her nipples. Hearing the moan that escaped her lips as my tongue snaked out and massaged her nipple almost had me coming undone on the spot.

I pulled away, indecision written all over my face.

“Hannah?” I croaked nervously.

“Mhmm?” Her eyes were heavy, her sexual state evident.

“Do you think you could teach me how to… ya know… masturbate?”

“Sure hun. Do you want to watch me, or try a little more… Hands-on?”

I was swept away with pleasure. Too turned-on to think correctly. This was no longer my sister, but the source of my pleasure. “A hands-on approach will probably be best.”

Still straddling my lap, Hannah pushed me so I was lying down beneath her. Kissing me, she began to explain.

“The best way to know how to masturbate, is to know where you like to be touched.” Kiss. “So what I’m going to do is, touch you. All over. With my fingers, and my tongue.” Kiss. “Does that sound good to you baby?”

“MMMM…” Was all I could manage. So she stripped me of my night shirt and began to move her way south. Placing gentle kisses on my neck, then collarbone, she moved to my chest, my nipples, placing them both into her mouth, caressing them with her tongue and nipping them with her teeth. She moved lower, placing gentle kissed near my belly button and I could feel juiced pooling in my panties. She climbed off of me and got on her knees on the floor, facing my sex.

Hannah began pulling my panties down and I lifted my hips to help slide them off. As soon as they hit the floor she began placing wet kisses on my inner thighs. Lightly caressing my thighs with her fingers as she moved in closer to my eagerly awaiting pussy. Then it happened.

I felt her hot breath as her mouth opened and she stuck her tongue out, gliding it along my lips. And I came. I don’t know if it was my heightened nerves of it being my first time or the naughtiness of it being with my sister but feeling her soft tongue on my most intimate part of my body, made me come undone.

Before I came all the way down from my orgasm, she spread my lips with her tongue and licked me again from the bottom of my slit to my aching clit. I jumped and pulled her harder into my sex. Hannah began fucking me with her tongue. Digging it further and further into my hole like she was scooping up my nectar, feeding on it like she was starved. As her nose continued to rub against my clit, I could feel myself getting closer and closer to another orgasm. And when her tongue moved up to my clit, assaulting it, nibbling it.

I could feel her hand moving it’s way up my thigh, I knew it was coming, but as she slid her middle finger into my sex-hole, I was overcome with a pleasure I never thought possible. And as she began finger-fucking my pussy, it wasn’t long before I was close to cumming again. She continued to finger me as she moved her way back up my body, kissing me once more as she continued to egg me on to another orgasm. And when she shoved her tongue in my mouth forcing me to taste my sex I came undone once again. Thrashing in ecstasy beneath my older sister.

Hannah moved to my side, holding me, cuddling me. “Wow.” Was all I could manage.

“Don’t worry pet… We’re just getting started…” Was her reply.

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*****

By half past nine the trio were set to leave for the mortuary to finalize Carla’s disposition. Claude wore a blue pinpoint button collar dress shirt, open at the neck, below a wine cashmere V-neck pullover, with charcoal worsted slacks. his freshly polished black oxfords gave him a dressy look tempered by his casual zip-up navy Eddie Bauer windbreaker.

Sally wore the dark gray linen business suit she typically reserved for impressing out-of-town clients. Her cream silk blouse had a ruffled tie discretely gracing her full bust; announcing it, but without undue fanfare. She preferred nylons over panty hose and no observer could find fault with the meticulously straight seams on her well shaped legs as they disappeared into glossy black high heel pumps.

Nel had opted for the same outfit she wore for year yearbook senior class photo: A simple pleated navy flare skirt and a long sleeved, crew-neck, bulky white wool sweater with two wide vertical front cable knits, like ski runs across her prominent snowy peaks. Opaque white tights and black patent leather Mary Janes completed the visual ensemble. Only Nel knew about her hidden assets: a plunge front sheer beige demi-cup soft bra with matching lacy high-cut hipster panties and a cropped beige satin camisole. She had save up for ages for these. After buying them, she thought they were so naughty she had not had the gumption to wear them. That is, until today.

As they stepped out the front door, Claude suggested they take his Oldsmobile. Nel promptly yelled “Shotgun!”

Sally saw the long sleek classic 2-door coupe at the curb and answered “Age before beauty, hon’, climb in the back, please.”

“C’mon, Mom,” Nel protested, “I don’t want to sit back there by myself.”

“Oh?” Rejoined her mother. “And you want me to sit where you would not? That seems selfish.”

“Hey!” Interjected Claude, hoping to shut down the potential conflict, “The car is front-wheel drive with a split-back bench front seat, so there’s no transmission hump and no console. How about if you, Nel, sit in the middle beside me?” he smiled persuasively at the combatants.

Sally tipped her head sideways and looked questioningly at her daughter. Inside, Nel was elated. “OMG, I feel tingly already!” she thought lasciviously. Outwardly, she shrugged, pouted her bottom lip and looked at her Mary Janes. “Well-l-l, OK, I guess that’ll be alright… but I really wanted the window,” she whined for good measure.

“Oh?” Replied Sally sincerely. “Well, I could sit next to your uncle, if you rather. Take the ‘shotgun’, it’s OK.”

Nel could not believe how this was backfiring on her. “Oh, NO, Mom!” she blurted in near panic. “You should have the leg room and the window. You’re right, I was being selfish before. Uncle Claude’s suggestion is the perfect solution.”

“Only if you are sure,” Sally summed up, “Then let’s call it settled and get going. Thanks for being willing to compromise. I am so proud of you!” She gave Nel a kiss and moved down the driveway toward the street.

Nel beamed and mouthed a silent “Thank you” to Claude, then skipped after her mother. Claude remotely unlocked the Toronado for them and followed more slowly, congratulating himself on his diplomacy skills.

He slid in behind the wheel and Sally asked, “Where’s the shoulder strap seat belt, Claude?”

“It hasn’t got ’em, Sis,” he said. This is a 1966 model and they aren’t required.” He chuckled, “You know… 50 years ago factory lap belts were ‘advanced design’ items… safety features for sales sizzle, not just there to comply with Big Brother.”

He looked at Nel beside him and squeezed her left leg just above the knee. “You don’t even have a lap belt, kiddo, so if it gets bumpy, I’ll just stick my arm out, like this, to keep you from hitting the dash.” He demonstrated the maneuver by lifting his hand from her leg and raising his right arm straight across her chest with a sudden jerk. His outstretched hand grabbed Sally’s left bicep. Nel thrilled to her toes as his tricep mashed against her breasts. Sally also felt an oddly exciting jolt when his fingertips grazed the bulging side of her boob just before his strong grip seized her upper arm.

Just as quickly, Claude let go of Sally, reached forward and turned on the ignition. The big 425 cubic inch V-8 rumbled to life and its 385 horses began to whinny. Nel and Sally sat quietly, managing the disappointment of their lost physical contact with the chauffeur.

Nor was Claude unaware of the impact of his safety lesson. He already knew Nel was sexually primed and had calculated his squeeze would be welcomed, but he was still surprised to feel the sensuous warmth of her bosom along his arm through the combined layers of their clothes.

He had not intentionally raked Sally’s tit with his fingers. That was happenstance, but what a happy circumstance it was. He saw her cheeks color and he, too, felt fleet sparks at the brief touch. kütahya escort Moreover, he was excited by the feel of her soft arm flesh in his grasp. “Help me Hannah!” he thought to himself, “I want to fuck the both!” His groin ached as his cock tried to show its agreement with the proposition.

Claude put the Olds in gear, looked across to his right, said, “Let’s do it, shall we?” and pulled away from the curb.

*

Carla had preplanned and prepaid her mortuary services and inurnment. Even so, it took nearly three hours to complete the finalization of all the arrangements. Back in the Toronado, Claude noticed the time was 12:40 p.m. “Geez!” He said, “No wonder my stomach’s growling… we’re five hours out from breakfast!” he thought abut Nel riding his leg and jacking him off, then added cryptically, “Those first calories of the day sure get burned up fast, don’t you know?” Claude patted Nel’s thigh, close to her hemline, and looked over at Sally. “How are you guys doing? Shall we find a restaurant for lunch?”

Nel covered his hand with hers, pushing it still higher on her leg and pressing his palm down at the same time. Claude’s cock wiggled. “Great idea, unk, but no fast food, please,” she answered.

Sally, facing the passenger window, was lost inside herself and said nothing. Nel dropped Claude’s hand and touched her mother’s shoulder. “Mom?” she prodded, “Do you want to eat lunch?”

Sally nodded and paused. Composing herself she faced forward in the cabin. Tear streaks were obvious, although she was not crying at the moment. “Yes. Some food first, but then I want to lie down.” She spoke with a small voice in a dull monotone. “Can we find a restaurant with a dark corner?” she asked.

“A corner, sure,” Claude replied, “But ‘dark’ at lunch might be tough…” his voice trailed off. “Like I know Denver restaurants… What am I, the Michelin Guide?” he grumbled silently, keeping a pleasant face.

Nel twisted herself 90 degrees to the left and put her right hand, blocked from Sally’s view, flat on Claude’s right inner thigh at the crease of his crotch. She wriggled her fingers, scratching his leg with her nails and tickling his balls with the backs of her knuckles. She was pleased to see his dick start to thicken alongside his left leg. At the same time, as if she had read his thoughts, Nel said, “I know a good place, unk.”

Claude gripped the steering wheel with white knuckles and pointedly stared straight down the road. “Oh?” he croaked hoarsely, “Where’s that, kiddo?”

“It’s near… here,” Nel replied slowly. Emboldened by his reaction and confident her mother was oblivious, she rotated her wrist and slid her palm on the leather upholstery under her uncle’s scrotum. Her extended thumb lightly stroked his fast growing cock. “It’s a pizza parlor where the kids go on Friday and Saturday night. There’s a couple of dark booths and some of them make out in them.” She curled her fingertips and scratched her nails on the back of his nuts. “Of course, I’VE never… done… anything… there.” She emphasized each of her last three words with a tender squeeze. “But I know it is dark in the daytime, too, and I bet they don’t have much of a mid-week late lunch crowd.” She held his sack firmly in her cupped palm and poked at his dick’s head with her thumb. “I like sausage and mushroom with lots of sauce. Can we get that?” She pulled her hand away and turned around to her mother. “Would you like pizza, Mom?”

Sally was nodding agreement when Claude exhaled a long breath and said, “OK, kiddo. Just tell me where to turn.”

As Nel predicted, Gianni’s Li’l Sicily Pizzeria was open and empty. One counterman, named ‘Wally’, according to the embroidery on his company shirt, was wiping glasses. They heard noises in the kitchen but saw no one else around.

“Hi, folks!” Wally called out as he stepped forward from the bar to the take-out order counter. “Here or to go?”

“Here, thanks,” Claude answered, then turning to Nel, he said, “Take your mom and find us a nice spot. You want a Coke?”

Nel shook her head. “Root beer. A pitcher… C’mon, Mom, this way.” She led Sally by the hand as far to the rear of the restaurant as possible. True to her assessment, the single red glass-covered table candle only served to keep the selected settee from being pitch dark. A neon Coors beer sign on a wall 10 feet away provided the only other ambient light for the nook. Nel and Sally felt for the Naugahyde seat edges with their hands and slid around to the center of the half-circle cornered booth.

Nel huddled next to her distraught mother and soothed her as she started sniffling again. “I’m sorry,” Sally said, appreciative of Nel’s arm around her waist, “That meeting made me upset again as I thought about the finality of it all.”

“It’s OK, Mom,” Nel assured her, “I’m going to get you a water. You should take a couple of those pills Dr. Wilson gave you so you’ll be able to sleep better when you get home after we eat.” manisa escort She slid out of the booth as her mother nodded agreement.

When Nel returned, Sally had two 5 milligram Valium tabs on the table beside her prescription bottle. While her mother took her pills with water, Nel read the label: ‘1 tablet every 4 hours as needed for anxiety. 2 tablets at bedtime for sleeplessness.’ “Let me put those in your purse, Mom,” she offered, picking up the plastic bottle without waiting for permission. Before re-capping the container and dropping it in Sally’s purse, Nel surreptitiously palmed two more pills. She smirked as she wrapped them in paper napkin and put them in her own purse.

Meanwhile, at the counter, Wally had gone off to build and bake the pizza. A short young girl named Megan replaced him and asked, “Drinks?”

“A pitcher of root beer and three glasses, please… Megan,” Claude answered, reading the stitched name on her forest green polo shirt.

Megan flashed a wide smile with bright white teeth. “Right away, sir,” she replied and turned immediately. Claude watched with prurient interest as she walked back to the soda taps and filled a pitcher. She was thick waisted with a bit of a tummy roll where her shirt tucked into her black gabardine A-line skirt. Her hips and ass, though, swung nicely as she walked, and her legs were tautly muscled. Claude guessed she was an athlete of some sort. Too short for basketball or volleyball, but here in the Rockies, she could be an avid outdoors enthusiast. Bikes and hikes build good calves and sturdy thighs.

In profile at the fountain, Megan showed an ample rack which the dark shirt’s loose styling had concealed when she stood facing Claude. Now, as she returned, pitcher in one hand and three frosty mugs on a tray in her other hand, her breasts bobbed and wobbled like grapefruit in a net bag. Claude licked his lips and was glad the waist-high counter hid his crotch from view.

Megan put down the tray, added the pitcher to it and said, “Here you are, sir. I’ll bring the pizza when its out of the oven. Looks like about 10 more minutes for that.”

Claude took advantage of his superior height to peer down at the cleavage displayed by Megan’s unbuttoned shirt. He was too obvious and Megan caught him staring. “Is there something else you wanted?” She asked with alarmingly open smile.

“Huh?” Claude said, shaking his head, “Oh, no… sorry, didn’t mean to be rude. My mother recently passed away and my sister and niece and I just want something to eat.” He cast his eyes again across her chest, noticing the blot of pizza flour that adorned her right tit just about where he gauged her nipple was hiding behind whatever bra she wore. “I guess I’m a little distracted.”

He reached out for the drinks tray and was surprised when Megan lightly touched his right hand with her left. “I’m so sorry for your loss! You must be Nel’s Uncle Claude. You already know my name, but you didn’t know that Nel and I are friends at school.” Her warm hand stayed on his and she seemed to be in no hurry to move it.

“That’s right,” Claude said, “But… how did you know?”

Megan laughed. “Nel told me she had the rest of the week off school and I was jealous, until she said why. She also said you were driving in from Portland and she could hardly wait to see you.” Megan idly rubbed her middle finger along the back of Claude’s hand as she spoke. “She has a huge crush on you, you know… and now I can see why!” Abruptly she pulled back her hand and said, “They probably want the root beer. I’ll be right along with the pizza.” Then she turned and walked into the kitchen. Claude studied her ass cheeks colliding beneath her skirt as she disappeared.

While he carried the tray to the booth, Claude chastised himself. “Jesus, you are in a state, buddy. You’re thinking of fucking practically every swinging skirt you see! Get it together!”

As he approached, Nel called out, “Over here, Uncle Claude!” and he followed her voice into the gloom. He carefully set the tray on the table and heard a thump as Nel slapped the upholstery. “Slide in here, unk, and pour the root beer for us, please. Mom was feeling blue but I think we’re doing better now. Anyway our eyes are getting used to the dark!” she laughed.

Claude felt safer pouring while standing. After he distributed the mugs, he sat and scooted around next to Nel. She had her right arm around Sally and immediately lifted her left arm and draped it around Claude’s shoulders along the settee’s back edge. Her left breast, bulging beneath her sweater, and only barely contained in her soft bra, pressed on Claude’s ribs. “Hey,” Nel said, “Take off that coat and stay a while, why don’t you?”

Claude struggled out of the windbreaker and sat back. Now his whole torso felt the heat of his niece’s body as she sidled closer to him and away from Sally. She removed her right arm from her mother’s waist and picked up her soda. Sally followed suit and sipped her mardin escort foaming mug.

Just then Megan delivered the pizza, “Hey, Nel!” she chirped, “I know this is a crazy bad time, but I want to say how sorry I am…” She slid into the booth beside Claude and reached across him with both hands to hold Nel’s free right hand. Her heavy breasts, squeezed between the table edge and his torso, left a hot wake across Claude’s muscular abdomen.

“Um, Hey, Megan,” Nel replied, “Th-thanks, but what are you doing here? How come you’re not at school?” Remembering she was not alone, she quickly pulled her arm from Claude’s shoulders and pointed across herself to Sally. “Mom’s here, and this is my Uncle Claude,” she said, indicating with her thumb.

Megan looked at Sally. “Hi, Mrs. Martin,” she said more quietly, “I’m so, so sorry..” Letting go of Nel’s hand, Megan slid back out of the booth. “Yeah, I was talking with your uncle up at the counter. Hi!” she smiled and extended her hand to Claude, “Nice to meet you… officially…” then in a more subdued tone, “I’m sorry about your mom.” Her small hand firmly gripped Claude’s and held on for a moment before withdrawing.

Megan answered Nel’s question. “Dad had to go to traffic court this morning and I skipped school to help Wally, as if there would be a rush!” She laughed and added, “But I’m off at 2. Do you want to go to the mall and goof around for a while? Take your mind of stuff, you know?” she asked.

“I’m sort or with these guys, you know…” Nel replied with a wistful hint.

Sally rubbed Nel’s back lightly. “It’s OK, hon’,” she said, “We understand, and we’re all done with the business at the funeral home. Go ahead and hang out with Megan. Just be home by five o’clock. Deal?”

Nel kissed Sally and said, “You’re the coolest, Mom! Thanks!”

Megan said, “No worries, Mrs. Martin. I have a car and will make sure she’s home in time. I have to come back to work her by six, myself!” She turned and left the table as the group grabbed their pizza slices and began to eat.

A half hour later, the platter was empty and the pitcher drained. Sally said, “I feel a lot better now, but I am tired. Can we leave now, Claude?”

“Sure, Sis,” Claude replied, “Let’s go. Remember to be home by five, kiddo, right?” He added with a touch to Nel’s elbow as he stood up.

“Absolutely!” Nel affirmed, vigorously nodding her head.

“Thank you, hon’, for being such a wonderful daughter,” Sally added, with a kiss on Nel’s cheek, as she also stood from the settee and then headed for the exit with her brother.

*

Back in the Toronado and rolling home, Claude asked, “So you know this Megan? Nice girl, is she?”

“Oh, yes,” Sally answered, “Very nice. Maybe a little more wild than some of Nel’s other friends, but she’s also quite a bit older… she got a late start in school for some reason… anyway, she’s already 19 years old.” Sally shrugged, pursed her lips and added, “But she is basically a good kid. Works hard for her dad at the pizzeria.”

Claude nodded. “She seemed pretty OK to me, but I only had limited contact with her.” His cock throbbed as he remembered the limited contact with her hand and her breasts. “I bet her pussy is a plump little popover!” He thought to himself.

As the Olds pulled up to the curb, Sally yawned. “God, I feel drained!” She exclaimed. “I can hardly wait to get into bed.” She opened the car door and stepped onto the parking strip, nearly falling as her knees seemed buckled. She grabbed the door frame and steadied herself.

Claude, already out of the vehicle, rushed around and grabbed his secret daughter under her arms and around her back, holding her up. “Steady, Sis,” he said, calmly, “Just lean on me and we’ll walk slowly to the house. No worries, eh?”

“‘Kay,” Sally replied thickly, “I took a couple… Valium… so I could relax… sleep better,” she looked at her brother with a glazed expression, “Guess they’re… kicking in…” She tucked herself up against his strong body and let him walk her along.

They got to the house and inside alright, but Sally was fading fast. Claude propelled her slowly down the hall to her bedroom where Sally let go and lurched onto her king-size bed, flopped like a starfish stranded on a beach. “There’s… blanket… closet…” she struggled to enunciate, “throw… over me.”

Claude found the extra blanket, turned around and noticed Sally was laying with her eyes closed. Her chest rose and lowered at a slow regular rate. “Asleep? Passed Out? Whatever…” he thought to himself, “I’m sure she doesn’t want to crash in her nice business suit.” He tossed the blanket on a side chair, picked up his sister’s legs and carefully placed them on the bed, taking her pumps off in the process and putting them away in her closet.

Returning to the bed, Claude unbuttoned her suit jacket, unzipped the side of the skirt and released its waistband tab, thus loosening her outer clothes. Her bosom continued to show calm deep breathing under the expanse of her cream silk blouse. He raised her torso, balancing her against himself as he pulled her arms from the jacket. Laying that aside, he tugged the skirt gently over her hips to her feet and off. When her suit was hung and put away her reviewed her sleeping form.

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If you haven’t read the first six chapters of this tale I suggest you do before reading this one. That will make every thing much clearer to you. Briefly, Gary finds that, while with girlfriends he was a normal, yet very well endowed lover; with his family he was MUCH more than that. To the dismay of all, his sister’s college roommate was a long lost distant cousin of theirs with the same need for his ‘Stallion’ capabilities. She popped the question to Gary, who accepted after she assured him she wanted him to continue taking care of the needs of the rest of the women in his family. Kim and Gary went to visit her parents for Christmas/New Years and Kim was ecstatic when her mom fell under his spell in less than 24 hours!

*

After showering we had a nice brunch and Kim and I went shopping leaving Vicky home alone. When we returned I heard a voice singing when I stepped through the door. Kim held up her hand to stop me and softly said “Shhhhhhhh.” We listened intently to the soft sounds floating though the house until Kim said quietly, “That’s my mom! She’s singing!” After several more seconds she said, “My mom never sings! Listen, she sounds so happy!” Slipping silently to the kitchen doorway we looked in and watched as Vicky floated about the room preparing to make that night’s dinner. This was NOT the woman who had greeted me the previous day when we met!

“Hey mom, what’s up?” Kim called out as she stepped into the room and walked to her mother. I stopped about five feet behind Kim.

“Oh Kim! Gosh you are so pretty! I just feel so happy today, I just had to sing! My throat is getting a little raspy. I’ve even hummed a few tunes!”

“Mom, can you take a break for a while as we do need to have that talk?” Vicky soon had everything settled and we sat in the family room with Kim’s old family photo in the sleeve with faces circled. They talked about the half of the photo that they new about, and then the mysterious other half of which Vicky knew nothing. “Okay Gary, your turn,” Kim said with a smile.

I reached into my brief case and pulled out my copy of the same photo, with family faces circled and laid it beside Kim’s photo. Starting with the youngest I named each woman’s face, finally ending with my Great-great-great-grandmother Sarah.

Vicky looked shocked for several moments before finally saying, “We’re related? You and Kim are cousins? Oh my god, you can’t get married, you’re cousins!”

“Mom calm down,” Kim told her. “That applies to first cousins in our state, and we are lots farther apart than that! Now do you feel better?”

“Okay, if you are sure about that. Oh honey, I can’t wait to meet Gary’s family! We have so few relatives, it will be awesome to have more no matter how distant the connection might seem. These photos are all I need to know they are more than close enough.”

Then Vicky hugged Kim before turning to me and hugging me tight. As she loosened her tight hug I kissed her sweet lips and she matched me with increasing fierceness. My hand found her tit and I grabbed it giving it a tight squeeze making her swoon as her tongue forced its way even deeper into my mouth. Suddenly she pushed away saying, “Oh god no! If you don’t stop that I will jump onto you and fuck you right here and now! I can’t risk that as Charlie will be home in less than fifteen minutes.”

I put my hand on hers and she shivered as a groan escaped her lips, “Oh Jesus, what am I going to do now? Oh Kim, I crave his cock! I want it in me constantly now; its power makes me feel so complete in every way!”

“I know mom, but it will be all right, I promise. In a day or two your body will be acclimated to him and whatever you get will be enough! I know this for a fact, AND you will never be jealous when Gary is with some other woman.”

“But Kim, he’s your man, I could never be jealous of you!”

“I know that. But what happens when Mindy and Randy get here? I will bet you she can’t make it two full days before she fucks my guy!”

Vicky looked at her in surprise, “How can you say that with a straight face? Doesn’t that bother you, that your guy will be fucking your mother AND your sister? Especially Mindy because she is really sexy, if I do say so myself!”

“Vicky,” I said interrupting them, “I must stop you for a moment. First of all; Kim is my love and I have never met a woman as sexy as she is and I never will! Second; don’t sell yourself short, you are extremely sexy as well, and Mindy will need to be an exact copy of Kim before she can be sexier than you are. And thirdly…well I guess right now there is no thirdly, but those two should do it for you any way!”

“Oh Gary, you are just trying to make this old gal feel good!”

“Bullshit mom! Gary’s right, you are one sexy babe! Dad should realize how lucky he is and stop chasing skirts! I’m sorry mom; I didn’t mean to make you feel bad by mentioning that.”

“Honey, he’s no more guilty than I am! And I really can’t blame him since kuşadası escort I knew he wasn’t my stallion and just kept looking for him. Enough of this, I need to get back to supper!”

“I’ll help you, mother dear! And Gary, you just stay in here and rest up so you’ll be ready for me tonight!”

Moments later I heard Vicky humming contentedly in the kitchen. I grabbed my laptop from my case and logged onto the internet to check my e-mail. In one of them Ronnie told me she had just reached the $20,000 mark for her profits in buying close-out sale items locally and then selling them on e-bay! She may never ‘work’ a day in her life if it keeps going like this.

The back door opened and I heard Vicky call out, “Hi, honey, I’m glad you’re home!” as her rapid footfalls told me she had hurried to greet him with more than just words. This was quickly followed by kissing sounds that went on and on, accompanied by moaning and groaning.

“Wow, that was some greeting, Vick, what did I do to deserve this?”

“Nothing…other than the fact that you are HERE, and I love you!” More kissing sounds followed until Vicky cried out “Shit, I forgot about supper!” and she obviously turned her attention.

Kim finally interjected her feelings, “Hi daddy, I’ve really missed you! Now give your favorite short daughter a big hug!” He must have been twirling her around judging by her squeals of glee. The three of them talked a bit before he wandered in to where I was and introduced himself to me.

Once the handshakes etc. were over and we sat down on the couch he said, “Young man, I don’t know what is going on here, or what you have managed to do in one day in my house…” internally I cringed at how this would end “…But you just keep right on doing it!” I stammered as I tried to recover from this shocker and he went on, “I can’t remember the last time I was met at the door by Vicky like that! And Kim, well she is simply glowing as if there is a spot light shining out of her! If my baby girl is happy, then I will be eternally grateful to you. I just wish you could work your magic on my other daughter and her loser of a husband.”

“What do you mean, sir?” I asked.

“It’s Charlie, or Chuck, but never ‘Sir’, got it? To the question, Randy is, well, a big disappointment to my daughter Mindy. I know they both want their marriage to work, but there is definitely something missing there. I know that he loves her, but for some reason it isn’t enough. But I also know that she loves him! I guess that is why they have made it this far. They say that ‘love conquers all’, well for their sake it had better. But it would be a blessing if you joining the family would work your magic with them as it seems to have done here!”

“Well, I will promise you to do whatever I can to help them, and that is a promise you can take to the bank!”

“I believe you, Gary. Now I’m going to take a shower before supper.” He got up and started walking out of the room, then turned and said, “We’ll talk later. Oh, by the way, you are the FIRST guy either of my girls has ever brought home that I have liked right away.”

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Vicky had made a delicious meal that disappeared in no time. Charlie Kim and I all complimented her on it and rubbed our full stomachs. I jumped up and started clearing the table and Kim quickly helped me. Her dad wandered off to the family room and Vicky walked up to me and gave me a hard kiss. “Thanks for helping out Gary, and I do mean that in more ways than one!” She gave me another kiss while rubbing my cock through my shorts. “Oh Gary, I’m so horny for your cock, I don’t know if I can last until tomorrow when Charlie leaves!”

I gave her tits a soft squeeze then said, “So why don’t you go ride his cock for an hour or two. That should take the edge off of you! Besides, if you two are making loud noises then it won’t be so bad when Kim and I try to out do you.”

“That sounds okay to me, I guess,” she replied. Then she gave my cock a tight squeezing stroke while French kissing me and my tonsils. Finally breaking the kiss she said, “Good night you two, make all the noise you want to!”

Her hand had just left my cock as Charlie walked in the room asking, “Hey Vicky, do you want to go do something?” intending on going out someplace.

His wife surprised him by saying, “Yes I do, I would love to retire to our bedroom and have the shit fucked out of me by my dear husband!” He looked at her in shock, not used to her talking that way, and started to take exception to her language when she continued, “Well, are you man enough to do it or do I have to look elsewhere?”

He shrugged his shoulders and gave Kim and me a smirk before wrapping his arms around Vicky’s ass and lifting her up and draping her over his shoulder. “See you kids in the morning!” he said as he carried his surprising wife to their bedroom.

After they had been out of the room for several minutes Kim kocaeli escort said, “I don’t remember when the last time was that I saw them like that! I would guess that I have you to thank for that! In fact, I’ve never seen mom so happy and vibrant!”

Kim and I finished up in the kitchen and headed up to her room. As we ascended the stairs Kim giggled at the sounds coming from her parent’s room. Loud grunts and groans emanated from under the door as we reached the top of the stairs. Just as we walked past it Vicky screamed out, “Oh Baby, YES! Fuck me, pound my pussy, make me cum on your cock! Oh I need to cum, honey, oh fuck I’m cummmmmming! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck ME!”

After shutting Kim’s bedroom door she burst out laughing and crying at the same time and I gave her a puzzled look asking “Why the tears, Kim?”

“Well, it’s funny to hear them like that, I mean I’ve heard them fuck before but it was always quieter and rather tame sounding. This time I knew mom was really in to it. It’s so beautiful to hear them like that.” Kim gave me a deep kiss before finishing with, “I’ll bet dad is wondering when the ET’s switched out his wife with a stand-in.”

We stopped talking and got it on ourselves, Kim riding me hard and long as she screamed out in pleasure over and over again. After cumming several times on me she rested by laying on my chest and I said, “Honey can you hear them? They are starting in again!”

Kim listened intently before smiling down at me saying “You know what, I think I have you to thank for that. This never would be happening without you; instead they would have had their usual heated argument ending with dad sleeping on the couch. God I love you!” Kim again started slowly fucking herself on my shaft as we heard both her parents explode in orgasmic cries of joy.

That was the way the next two hours went, we would listen to her parents sounds of sexual fulfillment and then we would make our own, which we figured they were listening to, before they started in on more sounds of their own.

Kim and I awoke shortly after 6 AM and she wasted no time climbing on top of me for a quick couple of orgasms before going for her before breakfast treat (her term for it) as she swallowed first my cock and worked her magical tongue on it so she could then swallow my huge first load of the day. She must have been feeling especially naughty as she purposely allowed a drop of cum to slip from her mouth and settle just below her bottom lip. Then she carefully slipped a blouse over her head then stepped into a pair of shorts and said, “Let’s go downstairs and see my parents before dad goes to work.”

I slipped into my boxers and quickly followed her down stairs. Entering the kitchen I saw Charlie taking a sip of coffee; a sip that rapidly blew out of his mouth when he caught sight of Kim’s face as she beamed, “Good morning daddy! Good morning mom!” I managed to catch Vicky right below the mistletoe and had her in a lip lock position that Charlie missed as he stared at my cum hanging from Kim’s lip.

Vicky quickly made the most of our kiss as her tongue danced around in my mouth. Breaking the kiss we greeted each other as she started to turn to look at her husband. Before she could ask him what was wrong Kim pulled her face down and kissed her deeply, making certain her mother got the misplaced droplet. Their kiss over, Vicky turned to her husband and asked, “Is there something wrong, Charlie?”

His eyes bulged out as they moved from Kim’s face to Vicky’s and back several times. There was no droplet to see and he nearly dropped his coffee cup before he mumbled “Um nothing dear, I thought I saw something but I was wrong.” Kim hopped over to him and gave him a good morning kiss that he made certain landed on his cheek.

Charlie then looked at his watch and said, “Oops, I’d better get going or I’ll be late. I should be home about an hour early tonight. Oh, and I cleared my schedule so I’ll be off for the next four days so we can have a nice restful family filled Christmas.”

Then he stepped up to Vicky and gave her a fantastic kiss before whispering “Last night was wonderful honey, hope you aren’t too tired!” Then louder he told her, “Love you honey!” before he gave Kim a kiss on the cheek saying “Love you too, sweetie.” As he walked past me he put his hand on my shoulder and softly said, “Remember, don’t stop, whatever it is.”

He grabbed his brief case and was out the door, yawning as he went. While he got in his car and drove off Kim asked, “Wow mom, what got into you two last night? I don’t think I’ve ever heard those noises coming from your room before!”

Laughing Vicky replied, “If you must know, I was so horny last night that I wouldn’t let your dad quit. And he must have been horny too after having his trip shortened. Plus he commented on you two making some powerful noises and we tried to out do you. Kim, your dad might not be my stallion, but he can konya escort still fuck pretty good!”

Vicky had walked up to me and rubbed my cock through my boxers. I rapidly stiffened and she pulled it out, then dropped her nightgown and naked straddled me and sank down onto me, taking my shaft fully to my balls. Issuing a satisfied sigh as she settled onto me, Vicky asked, “Now Gary, just what does my husband want you to ‘not stop’?”

I gave her a passionate kiss and tweaked her boobs before telling her, “Well, I believe that would be, umph,” and I thrust hard up into her, “fucking you senseless! But after last night I’ll bet he doesn’t think that is happening.”

“Well, I think you had better get started then,” Kim said, “because you have two horny women who need you!” I stood up and started walking upstairs with Vicky happily squirming on my cock, her arms around my neck and legs wrapped around my hips.

“Hey, how come you never do that to me?” Kim complained as her mother began humping her pussy wildly on my cock as I walked.

“Timing is everything, my dear daughter!” Vicky told her before, “Ooooohhh fuckkkk, you feel so damn good inside of me!”

By the time we reached the stairs Vicky was screaming in release as the beginnings of climax swept over her. Each step up forced her pussy down harder onto my invader and her body jerked in response while her pussy’s grip tightened as her pleasure grew and grew. Halfway up the steps she couldn’t hold back anymore crying out, “Christ your cock feels do damned good! I’m…I’m cumming…oh god Kim…I’m cumming so hard on his cock…oh FUCK!” Her hips were pounding onto my granite pillar as she moved desperate for her climax to reach its peak. Just before I reached the top step her head dropped back and her hands flew back and pulled on her hair as she screamed “OH GOD YYYYYYYYESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! OH, OH, OH, OH, OH FUCK YES!”

Once her climax was over Vicky loosely gripped my shoulders and her legs slightly relaxed their grip around my butt, both of which allowed her pussy to press down hard on my cock which was bearing most of her weight. Walking to her bedroom I knew her clit was being crushed between us and by the time I gently deposited her onto the bed she was shaking again from the clit massage. “Gary please get on me and fuck the shit out of me! I’m so horny for your cock, please make me cum some more, oh god I need it so bad!”

Never one to tell a beautiful relative ‘no’, I never lost my place in her cunt as I slid onto her bed with her and pushed her legs all the way back. Vicky moaned in anticipation just before I started pounding into her with abandon. In less than four minutes she spasmed hard beneath me as I just kept right on pounding into her harder and harder, faster and faster. As she came back to earth her eyes locked on my cock watching it as it speared savagely into her over and over. Her various accompanying grunts and snorts indicated how mesmerized she was. I really stepped up my pace and was soon pumping my entire length into her at about 2 times per second making her cry out “Shit yes, fuck me faster! Oh you’re so good, harder…faster…FASTER! YESSSSSSSSSS that’s it! OH GODDD YESSSS THAT’S IT! OH GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!”

Once over the peak of pleasure Vicky slowly went limp beneath me, breathing hard and softly moaning her happiness. I looked to Kim, ready to switch to her but she softly said, “Not yet, Gary, I want to enjoy watching my man make my mom so happy!” I gave her a questioning look and she continued, “Please fuck my mother, she will have a long dry spell without your cock once Mindy and Randy get here. I can wait. I love you both!” Then Kim grabbed my hips and helped pump my cock in and out of Vicky’s pussy.

I pushed Vicky’s legs over to her right until she lay jack-knifed on the bed groaning as I thrust my ram rod into her over and over. Her moans grew more intense as she regained her strength while I rolled her onto her stomach, my cock deep inside of her. “Oh god Gary,” Vicky groaned, “I love how your monster cock makes me feel! I wish I could keep you in me forever!”

After pumping deep into her several times while she lay flat on the bed, I grabbed her waist and pulled her up and back on her hands and knees again putting her into the doggie position. “Oh god yes, you KNOW I love this! FUCK ME GARY!” Vicky cried out as her body began pumping itself onto my cock. Quickly we had our movements in perfect sync as our bodies fucked each other. I was grunting with each thrust and she was groaning out gibberish as her climax built up again.

Suddenly Vicky’s head snapped back as she pounded back onto me even harder, her body shaking wildly before me. “OH MY GOD I’M CUMMING!” she screamed as her hips flew onto me over and over. “Don’t stop, Gary, oh please god don’t stop! Harder damn it,” she yelled as I pounded into her with all my strength, “fuck my ass harder! Oh yes, there it is, ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod that’s it right there YESSSSSSSSSEIOUIUEIAIEUAOIERUARIEIYAOEIUEIAOOOOOOOOHHHHHGODDDDDD YESSSSSS!” Her arms gave out and her face flopped onto the bed as convulsion after convulsion slammed through her body. Softly she gasped out, “Don’t stop Gary, keep fucking me! Please just keep fucking me!”

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Life moves in ways you would never thought it would and sometimes a bad situation turns out to be a really good one. I guess it really all depends on what you make of it and when it happens. You learn and see new things every day and if you do things right, you experience things you never thought you would.

Let me tell you about the misfortune I had that turned into something that was a great experience for me, and experience that made me rethink so many things and opened up a whole new world for me to explore.

Last fall I went on a long road trip to go see some old friends and my sister, Gwyn, insisted she come with me as she had friends back home she wanted to see as well. I agreed, reluctantly at first, but I came to enjoy her company on the long trip as she was more fun with car games than I thought she would be. And we stopped in the night to grab a hotel, each paying for our own rooms giving us time apart throughout the ride.

That one night changed though. We had the misfortune of rolling into a town that had a convention going on and hotel after hotel had no rooms or only one room available to be used. Eventually we said fuck it, it isn’t like we couldn’t stay in the same room, just give us each a bed for some shut eye.

After putting our bags in the room we decided to head to the little bar in the hotel to grab a couple of drinks before we settled down for the night. It was a little crowded and a bit noisy, but we kept to ourselves and enjoyed a few whiskeys then headed up to the room.

When we went in the room Gwyn looked over to me and said, “Okay, I’m going to go shower and when I come out I need you to turn around. I didn’t pack any pajamas so I will only be in my t-shirt and underwear and I don’t want you to see me.”

Fuck! Seriously? Like I would want to look anyway, but who doesn’t pack pajamas on a road trip? I shook my head and laughed, “You got it Gwyn, you really don’t have to worry about me looking, that’s gross.”

She threw a pillow at me and laughed, “Hey, I’m a sexy young woman dammit.”

I caught the pillow and laughed, “Maybe for someone else little sis, not me. Go shower and warn me when you are coming out.”

She skipped off to the shower singing she was too sexy for her shirt and soon I could hear the water running and I nestled up against the backboard of my bed and flicked through my messages.

It wasn’t long before Gwyn called out for me to close my eyes and turn around and I did so quickly for her to jump into her bed. Once she seemed settled I excused myself so I could take a shower and change before I to headed into bed.

When I stepped out of the shower room I could hear Gwyn adjusting in her bed and I went to my own as quietly as possible. Sitting down against the headboard and pulling my phone back out I heard her moan and I looked over to her. Fuck! She was laying there with the covers off of her body, her shirt was lifted and only the thin fabric of her thong covered her ass. It may have been the whiskey putting the thought in my head, but all I could think of was what a nice ass was in the bed beside mine. It was crazy, I couldn’t move my eyes from my sister’s nice ass. I knew it was wrong to look, and even more wrong for my cock to lift as I viewed her, but, fuck! She was sexy, very sexy.

I fought kahramanmaraş escort myself to move my eyes from her beautiful ass, a far harder thing to do than it should have been, and looked down at the bulge in my pants. How could I possibly get an erection for her? How? She was my sister for god’s sake. I flicked my phone to a site I liked to look at and started viewing other women, I had to convince myself she did not give me the hard-on, these other photos did, I had to.

Gwyn shifted again and then spoke, “What the fuck? Did you really uncover me?”

My eyes widened and I looked over to her, still uncovered but now propped up as she looked at me with amazement.

I stumbled on my words, for a few reasons, “Fuck no! I wouldn’t uncover you. That’s gross.”

She shifted, which lifted her ass more for my eyes, I couldn’t believe I was still focused on her ass, then pulled the covers over her legs and sat up, “How fucking drunk are you? Are you stroking yourself looking at me?”

I realized then that my hand had fallen into my PJ bottoms and it was very clear that I had been stroking myself. Slowly I removed my hand from my manhood and set the phone down so she could not see what was on my screen, “That’s fucked up sis, there is no way I would stroke myself to you. No fucking way. I may be a bit drunk, but I would never take your covers off or stroke myself looking at you”

She looked at me quizzically and her eyes moved down to my crotch, my hard shaft clearly visible, “Then why the fuck do you have a hard on? Is that what you do with your friends, talk about me and have a circle jerk? Are you really thinking about fucking me Jim? How often have you made yourself cum thinking of me? Is this the first time you undressed me?”

Holy shit this was so wrong. The more she spoke the more my mind swirled with the thoughts she was putting in my head. I couldn’t take my eyes off her sitting there like that, just the thin sheet covering her bottom half and a t-shirt covering her top. I wanted my cock to soften, but it got harder, “Holy fuck Gwyn, I wasn’t doing anything and I didn’t uncover you. I have never masturbated thinking about you, NEVER!”

She shook her head and pointed at my cock, “Really, than what the fuck is that?”

I shook my head and tried to remain calm. Why? Why the fuck would my cock not soften? “You have the wrong idea, it’s not about you. I wasn’t looking at you or anything. It was the porn I was watching.”

Her eyes went wide, “The fucking porn? You were watching porn with me having my ass exposed right next to you. Fuck it! Pull it out.”

I backed away, seeking the shelter the distance would give me, “What? No fucking way. I am not showing my sister my cock!”

She stood up, the sheets falling off her body and stared at me, fuck she was sexy! My eyes explored her body even with me trying to look away. There she stood, a tiny thong and a t-shirt covering her fit body, the light glow of a lamp illuminating her before me. She glared at me from her stance, “You got to see me, fucking let me see, prove you are not hard as a rock! Pull it the fuck out!”

I couldn’t stop looking at her, she was sexy as hell. It had to be the whiskey. I screamed for my cock to soften, but it would not, it stood stiff as I looked at the forbidden woman in front of me, “Really kastamonu escort Gwyn, I didn’t look. How drunk are you? You really want me to pull my cock out?”

She nodded then pulled her shirt off exposing her tits and her hard nipples. Fuck! Was this really happening? She put her hands on her hips and kept her stern gaze on me, “There, I fucking gave you the full view that you wanted. Now, stand the fuck up and drop your pants, prove to me you are not hard as a fucking rock.”

My mind swirled from the whiskey and the view was intoxicating. She was so sexy, but I was never supposed to see her like this. Her tiny thong the only thing covering her body before me. I moved forward and slowly stood up, “You really want me to drop my pants?”

She nodded and kept her lips tight before she spoke, “Fair is fair you fucking pervert. Shirt then pants, just like me.”

I took a deep breath then pulled my shirt off and looked at her, “Good enough right?”

Her eyes widened, “Fuck you! Drop the pants, prove it to me, prove you were not stroking your cock.”

I hooked my thumbs into my waistband and carefully slid them down my legs exposing my stiff shaft to the air between us. I couldn’t believe this. I was standing before my sister, who was wearing just a thong, and I was naked with a full-fledged hard on coated with pre cum. How the fuck did this happen?

She licked her lips and let out a quick gasp, “Holy shit Jim! You’re big! And look at it glisten. How long were you watching me?”

“I wasn’t looking at you. Fuck! I wasn’t doing anything like that.” I tried to cover myself and she slapped my hand away.

She reached out and took a hold of my cock. I gasped and when I tried to pull away she squeezed it holding me in my spot, “You have a gorgeous cock, Jim. Listen, it’s simple, you were jacking off over me, its okay, most boys think about their sisters, I know. I’m going to help you.”

She slid to her knees and slowly stroked my cock, milking more pre cum from it. I was frozen stiff, my sister was stroking my hard cock and I loved the way it felt, loved having her hands on me. Was I wrong? Was this wrong? How many people really do this? How many guys enjoy the touch of their sister?

She slowly licked around the head of my cock and looked up to me, “You taste great. Don’t worry, its oral sex and it doesn’t count.” She opened her mouth and slid my cock deep inside her. Fuck! The way she moved her tongue was amazing, I didn’t care if she was my sister anymore. I wanted her to keep sucking on my cock, to keep licking and caressing me.

Her head moved fast as she sucked on me and when her fingers began to caress my balls I could feel myself edging closer to an orgasm, I placed a hand on her chin to remove my cock from her mouth and she smiled up at me, “Real women swallow.” Then she was back on my cock, sucking and bobbing rapidly, her fingers lightly squeezing then caressing my balls. I let my hand fall on the back of her head as my orgasm built. Fuck, I was about to cum in my sister’s mouth! And I did. I tried to keep my knees from buckling as my balls pumped thick stream after thick stream of my seed in to her throat. Fuck! I came hard!

She stroked and sucked me until no more came from the tip of my cock then removed me from her mouth and kissed the tip a few times. “Fuck kayseri escort I am so wet right now.” She moved back and slid herself up onto the bed, her eyes locked on mine. Slowly she slid her thong to the side and pressed her fingers against her shaved pussy, “Lick me Jim, fucking make me cum like I made you, I need to cum.”

I moved quickly, far more quickly than I should have, given who’s pussy I was about to lick, but I had to, she was right, it was oral and that doesn’t count. She moved her fingers and my mouth closed on her pussy, slowly I swirled my tongue over her clit then flicked down her folds and back up. I began to suck on her clit as I slid a finger deep inside her pussy, fuck she was wet!

Gwyn’s body began to move, lifting her hips up to press harder against my mouth as I tongue fucked her, “I’m going to cum Jim, fuck I’m cumming!” Her pussy clamped and released my finger several times as I continued to finger her and suck on her clit. Her orgasm flowed from her, dripping down her ass crack and soaking the sheet. I wanted to keep sucking her forever when she lifted my face to look up at her, “Slide you cock against me, fuck I want to feel your shaft against me!”

I shook my head, I had to resist, oral sex is one thing but putting my cock against her pussy was completely different.

She pulled on the back of my head so I could look into her eyes, “Fuck Jim, please, please slide it against me, I love feeling a hard cock after I orgasm.”

I stood up sliding myself between her legs and took my stiffened cock in my hand. I looked down to her as I began to run the tip of my manhood against her folds, slowly caressing her pussy with it, “Press the shaft against my pussy Jim, I want to feel it against me,”

I did as she wished, releasing my cock from my hand I pressed it against her and slowly moved my hips so my shaft slid against her folds and my cockhead teased her clit. Her legs wrapped around me and her arms held on to my sides, “Fuck yes, just like that big brother, holy fuck yes, I’m going to cum again, I’m going to cum on your shaft!”

I moved my hips faster, pressing my cock harder against her as her body heaved against me. Her hips moved with me, matching my pace when she grabbed the back of my hair and cried out, “Fuck me! Oh my fucking god fuck me hard!”

I didn’t even think about it, I just pulled back far enough and slid myself deep inside her tight pussy and began to pump her fast and hard. She squeezed her legs around me tighter and lifted her ass to give me more access to her and I pumped faster, harder, my balls slapping against her and her moans began to echo in the room.

It was the most erotic and passionate sex I had ever had and when she cried out, “I’m cumming, I’m fucking cumming, cum in me, cum in me now!” I couldn’t hold back. I filled my little sister with my seed as she came and I kept pumping it inside her like I had never done before. I pumped myself with her pussy until I lost my breath and collapsed on top of her.

We laid like that for some time, our breathing heavy, wrapped around one another. I gave her a small kiss and rolled off her then settled on my bed. What the fuck did I just do? I couldn’t believe it. Why couldn’t I stop myself from fucking her?

She crawled up beside me, kissed my cheek and whispered, “Now you can do more than jack off to me.” She laid her head on my chest and we fell asleep quickly.

We got a few looks when we left the hotel in the morning, I guess we got pretty loud. With wry smiles we left as quickly as possible. Our road trip ended up being a great one and we shared a room every night after that.

I always look forward to our road trips now.

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Angela was my mom’s best friend! Smoking hot, 5-09 with long blonde hair, a figure to kill for, and legs that any red blooded male would love to have wrapped around his ears! I was 18 years old when this story begins, and I was totally in lust with Angela! 38DD tits held up by nothing was another mesmerizing feature of her awesome body, and an ass that she could use to devastating effect when walking away! By the way, my name is Mark.

At the time I was so in lust with Angela, she was married to Richard, who in my opinion was a total asshole! They had been married for 12 years, and Angela wanted children! Richard didn’t, and he made no secret of the fact! The idiot didn’t know what he was doing in my opinion!

At 34, Angela was the fantasy of my every waking hour, more so since I had caught her topless accidentally when she was changing to use our pool! I walked into the bathroom without thinking, and there she stood in her capri’s and had just taken off her t-shirt, so I knew from that moment that she didn’t need a bra!

For the next year and a half I would think about Angela regularly, but never thought that anything would happen between us! But as the year progressed, I realized I was beginning to fall in love with her! In total love, as a man for a woman, not as a boy for his dream! I loved the things she did, said, and how she acted! The few moments that I stole when she came over to get a hug, and feel her in my arms made me ache so bad! I was always hoping to see more of her though, and as she lived opposite us, I was ever looking for the chance to spy on her!

Then it happened! One night, I could hear a blazing row between Richard and Angela! He was obviously drunk, and it was all about children again! It turns out that Richard had been having an affair with a co-worker, who was now pregnant, and not only was he happy about it, but he was throwing it in Angela’s face, and laughing about it! I heard Angela say that she would take him to the cleaners in the divorce court, and then things started to get ugly!

Richard left the house and got in the car! I could hear it revving up, then as I looked out of the window to see what was going on, Angela came out of the house and threw a suitcase of Richards stuff towards him! As she turned to go back into the house Richard put the car in drive, and mashed his foot on the gas! I didn’t even have a chance to shout a warning as he mowed Angela down and drove into the house!

I threw my clothes on as fast as I could and ran down and out into the street! Lights were beginning to come on up and down the road, but I got out there first! Richard was still trying to get the car in reverse in his drunken state, so I ran to the car, wrenched open the driver’s door, and punched him so hard he collapsed unconscious! I turned off the car, took the keys out for good measure, and ran to Angela!

She was in a bad way! Her right leg was smashed and appeared to have been partially torn off, and she was covered in blood! I was about to dial 911 when I heard the approaching sirens. I took off my T shirt and pressed it onto the wound that appeared to be worst in her leg, trying to stop the blood from spurting out! The next thing I really remember was my mom and dad picking me up off the floor and carrying me home to speak to a police officer about what I had seen and done!

Angela was taken to Hospital so I was hopeful that she was going to be ok, despite the injuries I had seen! I relaxed a little, and told the officer what I had seen and done, made a formal statement, and was left with my parents!

The next 2 months were a blur. Mom went to the hospital every day to see Angela and I was still at school, and had my weekend job as well, so I never got to go and see her for myself, but Mom told me she was doing ok! Then there was the trial! Richard was charged with attempted murder, and eventually convicted of it, and sent to prison for the rest of his life!

One Saturday in April, Mom told me Angela was coming home! I was excited to see her back again! Then it hit me! Would she even want to see me after what had happened? I was the first one there, I got her asshole husband convicted of attempting to kill her, and in my view, limited though it was, and I had wrenched her life apart and torn it down around her ears! Still, I went off to work knowing that she would at least be home!

When I got in from work, mom told me that we were going over to Angela’s to eat dinner! I went and washed and changed into clean clothes, and came downstairs! Just before we went over Mom took me to one side and told me not to stare at Angela, and that as a result of the accident, she had lost her right leg! She was very conscious about it, and didn’t like people staring! She also told me that Angela wanted to see me personally to thank me! I don’t think I have ever been so afraid and worried at the same time in my whole life!

When we got to Angela’s she was sat in a chair at the dinner table, eskişehir escort with a blanket covering her from the waist down, but looked so wonderfully beautiful that it was hard to believe that she had suffered so badly just 2 months before! After we had eaten dinner, she thanked me for saving her life. I asked what she meant, and she told me that had I not pushed my T shirt onto the injury site she would have bled out in the street and would not have been alive when the Ambulance got to her! It struck me then that I had done a lot more than I ever thought when I had lost my memory of that night!

I apologized to Angela for getting her Husband arrested and for ruining her life, and to my amazement she began to laugh! She then explained about the argument and that as a result of my actions she had obtained a divorce, and also had discovered that Richard had a large inheritance that she had known nothing of which the judge had awarded to her in the divorce along with everything else! Richard had got nothing!! She also told me sadly that she had used much of the money to repair the house and pay off the mortgage as she would not be able to work again for a long time!

After that evening I realized I was still in love with Angela, but that I would never be able to do anything about it! But I was glad to know that she was home and feeling fine! Little did I know, or my mom for that matter, that it was all an act!

3 months later it was my Birthday! I had been out with a few friends bowling, having a few drinks, and generally having a good time! I decided to walk home while I was still able! It was about 1am when I started to walk up the street! I was a little drunk, but I was an adult and felt I had earned it! As I walked along I casually glanced at Angela’s house and was shocked to see her sat on the porch swing, with an automatic pistol pointed at her temple! I sped up, running across her front yard as quietly as I could! I didn’t want to startle her! She didn’t even see me! She was crying her heart out and had obviously been drinking!

As gently as I dared I reached out and put my thumb on the hammer of the pistol so it couldn’t go off, then I pushed it away from her head towards the street! She was shocked and hurt that she had been found like that, but she let the pistol go and really started to cry harder! I quickly made the gun safe, and took out the magazine for extra safety, then put the gun down! I sat beside her, put my arm round her, and gently said “What are you doing Angela?”

She didn’t answer, but she put her arms around me and held me tight as she cried for about a half hour! The adrenaline running through me had sobered me up, and I realized she was in a very delicate state so I just held her and let her cry! Here finally was the object of my love, in my arms, and all she was doing was crying! I hated Richard for what he had done to her, but I hated myself more for the desire that ran through me, my aching cock so hard that there must have been an impression of my zipper in the underside of it!

After about a half hour, Angela stopped crying! I realized she had gone to sleep! I tenderly picked her up and carried her inside, laid her on the couch, covered her with a blanket and went out to get the gun! Once I had the gun I brought it inside, stripped it down, thanking my love of action movies for knowing how to do so, and I put the pieces of it on the kitchen counter. Only then did I go and sit in the chair opposite Angela and watch her as she slept!

“Oh FUCK!!” was what woke me! I had never heard Angela swear that much and it shocked me! I opened my eyes and saw her, sitting up on the couch, looking at me with horror in her eyes!

I looked at her and said “Please don’t be mad at me, I know I should have gone home last night after I got you inside, but I wanted to know you were ok”

I thought she was going to yell at me, scream at me, call my mom, and maybe call the cops on me, but I still sat there, waiting to see what would happen! Finally Angela said “Why?”

“Why what Angela?”

“Why did you stop me from killing myself?”

At this point I didn’t know what to do, but to tell her the truth! I told her how I had been out on my birthday and seen her with the gun, and stopped her because it wasn’t right. OK, I didn’t tell her the whole truth that I was in love with her, which I was now fully aware that I was! Totally, irrevocably and entirely in love with her! Not a boy’s love, but a Man’s!

She then did something that I didn’t expect! She invited me to sit next to her on the couch! When I had done this, she asked me not to tell my mother what she had tried to do! I really didn’t know what to do, but she said that she would explain it all to me, if I would come over that afternoon with my mother, so that she could tell her! Reluctantly I agreed!

I went home and found my mom and dad up and about! They asked if I had had a good night, gaziantep escort to which I replied that it was unusual and not what I expected! Dad just laughed and said it was the alcohol, and he left for work! When I was alone with mom, I asked her if she was free that afternoon, and when she asked why, I told her that Angela wanted to see us both! I didn’t tell her how I knew that, and she didn’t ask!

Midafternoon we went over the road to see Angela! When we were sat in the living room Angela started off by telling mom that I had saved her life twice. Mom was confused, but Angela went on to tell her everything! Mom was shocked, and fell silent for a while, but eventually got up and went to the kitchen to make some coffee! When she came back, she told Angela that she must never do anything like that ever again! She was so angry that I was shocked! Then mom told her “Angela, you have been through hell, but I can’t lose you now!” I got up and left at this point, and told them that I wanted to leave them to talk things out!

2 hours later mom came home! She hugged me so hard and told me that I was wonderful for saving Angela twice, and she was so happy! She also told me that Angela wanted to see me alone! I asked when, and she told me now was a good time!

I walked across the street, and saw Angela sat on her porch swing! The breeze was gently blowing and her hair was flowing with it. Her figure looked so beautiful, except for the void under the blanket where her leg should have been! I fixed the image in my mind, knowing that it would be one of many I saved in there with my private thoughts, and I walked up the porch steps!

Hi, Mom said you wanted to see me!

I guess I owe you my life again, and this time an explanation! Will you sit down?

I sat, next to her on the swing, and asked her if she was ok talking here or did she want to go inside! She said “here is more appropriate as it was here you saved my life, and we are far enough away from the road that no-one will overhear!

OK, do you want a drink? I can get you something?

She was oddly touched by that simple offer, and asked if I would get 2 bottles from the fridge! Raspberry tea for her and whatever I would like! Once we were again sat on the swing together, there was silence for about 10 minutes. Then Angela started to talk!

A little over 2 months ago, you saved my life when that asshole tried to kill me! You didn’t know then that I would lose my leg, nor all the corrective surgery I would have to undergo! You did it I think because it was the right thing! Last night you saved my life again! This time I was the one going to take it! I was going to take it because I am so afraid! I want children! You know that! But who would want me now? I have only one leg, and I was damaged in the worst way!

I asked her how she could be damaged as I didn’t understand!

She blushed furiously, but carried on saying “this is so embarrassing but you deserve to know the truth. My pussy was damaged. I had to have surgery to correct it. It was only cosmetic, and everything still works, but no man is ever going to want me again! I have absolutely no hair there, and it all looks so clinically clean and tidy”

I was a little shocked at how blunt she had been, but replied “what man could not want you if he loved you?”

At this she sighed, and said that this was the problem! What man would ever fall in love with her when she only had one leg?

I took a deep breath, swallowed hard, and told her now what I should have this morning. “Angela, can I be honest and blunt? I love you, I am in love with you, not as a teen but as a man. I have been in lust with you since that day I walked into the bathroom and saw your tits, but since then I have fallen deeply in love with you. I sent Richard to prison for what he did to you, I saved you last night because I don’t ever want to be without you! I know that you will never accept me as I am your best friends’ son, but that is how I feel. I want you to know”

She was again silent, but this time looked thoughtful. Mark, can you help me inside please? I think we need to talk in more privacy!

I helped her up, and then just picked her up and carried her into the living room! She asked me to shut the drapes and turn all the lights on! When I had done this, confused as to what she was doing, she looked at me and said “OK, you say you love me! Well, right now I need to feel like I am really a woman.

To do that, I need to do something that is going to possibly be very embarrassing, but here goes. Please come here, and take this blanket away. I did so! She allowed me to see her figure, clothed, but with her missing leg, without hiding anything. I saw there was about 8 inches of the thigh still intact, but everything below that was gone. She was wearing a nice blue denim skirt which didn’t quite cover the stump. It didn’t worry me that she had no leg there anymore. giresun escort

Angela then said to me “Do you see what I mean? No man will ever come near me like this!”

I took my heart in my hand, and walked over to her, and put my arms around her waist and kissed her on the lips. She was stunned, but didn’t slap me. She looked at me and said “Ok, let me show you the scars.” She pulled up her skirt and showed me the long angry red scars that ran up the inside of her stump, and disappeared into her panties. The flesh there was sunken and distorted, but I didn’t see that! I was looking at Angela’s panties. I had never dreamed of seeing them. Then, she reached into her waistband and pulled her panties down! They fell to her ankle. I was looking at her pussy, naked, clinically perfect and bald pussy. The scars stopped short of her actual pussy and the skin around it looked a little taut and reddened, but that was the only visible sign there had been corrective surgery. She looked at me and began to cry softly. I moved again towards her, and this time I pulled her tight to me, and I kissed her harder. She responded to the kiss, but then pulled back. “You are only doing this to make me feel better” she said. I took her hand, and guided it to my throbbing cock, which was trying hard to burst out of my pants. “Does this feel like I am trying to be nice, or that I am so turned on I want to strip you naked, and make love to you all night?” I responded.

She was silent, stunned by my actions and words, but she didn’t let go of my cock! I decided that it was now or never, so I picked her up, and carried her to the bedroom, where I laid her on the bed. I then pulled her T shirt off, took off her skirt, and saw her fully naked for the first and most exciting time of my life. I got undressed myself, having a little trouble with my shorts as my cock was so stiff it got caught in the waistband, and then, when I was totally naked I lay next to her, and pulled her into my arms! The feel of her naked body against mine was awesome. Angela, if you don’t want this to happen, then now is the time to tell me, but I want to make love to you, I want to make you happy, I want to make you pregnant, and I want to lose my virginity here and now with you!

Her reply was a kiss so deep and passionate that I lost my breath. We kissed deeply, her hand worming between our bodies finding my cock and beginning to pump it! Here I was, finally naked and being masturbated by the woman I had lusted after for over for 2 years. I was in heaven, and I knew what I wanted to do!

I pulled back from her kiss, and started to nibble down her neck to her firm tits, licking round each nipple, and then gently sucking each one in turn. I could feel her nipples stiffen on my tongue, and her breathing came faster as her chest reddened with increased excitement! After about 10 minutes of this I kissed my way down her stomach. As I reached her pussy she put her hand in the way saying she didn’t want me to look, but I just told her I had already seen it, and that I was certainly going to lick her pussy as I had fantasized about!

I took her hand and pulled it gently away, and saw her beautiful pussy, slick and wet, and smelling so good! I didn’t wait or play it cool, I just dived in, my tongue going deep as I could inside her and then back out to find her clit. As I did this she pulled me round using my cock as a handle, and I felt her warm mouth start to suck on my cock! As a virgin I knew I was about to explode. So it seems did Angela, as she sucked hard then soft, running her tongue all over my cock, and within 30 seconds I gasped “I’m cumming!!” She just kept sucking and swallowed every spurt that erupted from me! After that I had to wait about a minute before I could even concentrate on licking her pussy again.

I started to lick her pussy again, slowly, then with increasing speed. Her clit was like a little hard button, and each time my tongue hit it, she would shudder. I started to lick just her clit, and then occasionally would lick her from her asshole to her clit. Her breathing was getting faster and faster and finally she began to shudder whispering “Mark, Mark oh Mark” again and again!

After she had finished cumming, I turned round and kissed her, and I could feel as I was lay there, that her pussy was inches from the tip of my cock. I could feel the heat from her pussy, and the wetness. I slid forwards and felt my cock slide into a warm, velvet sleeve. She was tight, but so very wet. I started to fuck her then in earnest, pistoning my cock in and out of her pussy, feeling our bodies sliding over each other in the sweat of passion. Then suddenly I felt my balls begin to tighten, and spurt after spurt of cum flooded out of me and into Angelas’ womb. After I finished cumming I looked at Angela and saw wonder and hope on her face for the first time in ages. She looked at me and said, “How long have you wanted to do that to me?” I again told her that it was over 2 years of fantasizing. We lay there in each others arms, my cock still firmly pushed all the way into her pussy that I could, and I started to move in and out again! I lasted about 5 minutes before I flooded her now well fucked pussy with another load of cum. Then finally I pulled out of her, and lay beside her.

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