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“It’s nice to have you back in the house, Lauren, even if it’s just for Christmas,” Rachel said whilst skimming through her Instagram stories.

“It’s nice to be back. I haven’t stayed the night here since I was, what? 17? So almost two years now,” Lauren replied.

“I still can’t believe you got out before me. I’m supposed to be the older sister and yet I’m still the one cooped up in the council flat with Mum,” Rachel said.

Lauren closed the short distance between them and sat down next to her. She rested her head on Rachel’s shoulder and sighed.

“You’ve had university to think about Rach’. I’m the one who shacked up with the wrong boy. God, I can’t wait to get out of that house. I just, you know, I can’t put the pressure on Mum to move back here and there’s so little space.”

Rachel put down her phone and began feeding her fingers through the strands of Lauren’s long straight brown hair. She rested her chin on the back of her head, closed her eyes and took a slow sniff of her sister’s hair. There was something soothing in that smell. Something comforting.

“I’ve missed this,” Rachel said.

“Hmmm, me too,” Lauren replied, her eyes closing as she drifted off into momentary bliss.

Suddenly, their mother’s voice rang out, like the matron of a boarding school.

“This table’s not gonna lay itself. Will you two get a bloody move on?” Kathy yelled.

“Off you go Lauren, I’m busy working,” Rachel said, switching back to the cold sister she could often be and picking her phone back up from beside her.

“You’re looking at peoples nails on Instagram,” Lauren bemoaned, in the same voice she may have used ten years prior in that very house.

“Yeah and beauty is my work, innit?” Rachel replied, without looking up.

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

The dinner passed by uneventfully. Lauren filled her mum in on the state of her relationship with her boyfriend, Tommy, whilst Rachel prodded and teased and generally made any story more uncomfortable to tell. Kathy, as always, tuned in and out; reverting to talk of the cricket whenever she got bored. When Rachel started talking about a new foundation she had tried recently, Kathy decided she’d had enough.

“Okay, I’m off to bed, I’m up to walk the dogs nice and early. Now Lauren, you know your old bedroom is being used for storage, so you’re in with Rachel for the next few days. Try not to argue all night please. I know you didn’t speak for a few months, and it’s been so nice to have you back together. Good night girls.”

She swept round the room kissing them both on the forehead and topping up her wine glass, before zooming off up the stairs.

Rachel grabbed a new bottle of Red Wine, whipped of the lid and started filling up Lauren’s glass.

“Oh, come on Lauren, I was only teasing about Tommy. You always get so up-tight when you’re talking about men.”

Lauren stared back in indignation; but Rachel was never going to change. She always had to score points and be the more prominent sister.

“Thanks,” Lauren replied, before downing the glass in one large gulp, “and the rest?”

Rachel’s eyebrows raised, but she filled up her sister’s glass on request. The two of them took down the whole bottle in relative silence, trying to out-do the others ability to see off a whole glass.

As Lauren finished the last of drop direct from the bottle, she stood to make her way upstairs, before losing her footing and stumbling toward the counter. Rachel predicted the movement and with perfect timing stood and grasped her sister on the hip with one hand, and on the neck with the other, just avoiding any large clang against the surface.

“You never could drink as much as me,” she teased.

“I could never do anything as well as you, could I, Rachel?” Lauren said back, tears welling up in her eyes.

“Oh, come on. I may have always been better with my hands, but you’ve always been the pretty sister. The one with ‘the face’. Let’s not endlessly complain about the cards we were dealt. I’m sorry I was such a bitch. There, are you happy now?” Rachel asked.

Lauren smiled, sniffed and giggled, almost simultaneously.

“Yeah, I suppose,” she replied, as the liquid from her tears combined with her eyeliner and saliva, creating a sludgy mess of her face.

“Oh god, you’re such a mess; look at you,” Rachel laughed. She reached over the sink and grabbed a tissue, before wiping Laurens face with it.

“There you go, all pretty again,” she said.

Lauren looked at her for a second, as if confused and then moved to make her way upstairs.

Rachel felt a pang in the bottom of her stomach, replaying how long she had her hand on her sister’s hip. It’s okay, she thought, we’ve drunk for that to be explainable.

She followed her sister up the stairs. Even with the inebriated exaggeration in her steps, Lauren still walked elegantly. Rachel admired her for a second. Her slim figure that curved bilecik escort out to slightly fuller hips and a gentle ledge where her bottom started to curve. Rachel’s eyes then looked at Lauren’s feet and scanned back up, following the skin of her lightly tanned legs until they vanished underneath the protection of a short skirt. I’ve had too much to drink. I’m about to be in a bed with my little sister. I can’t, I CANNOT, act on this, she thought.

As Lauren kicked open the door of the bedroom, Rachel followed her in.

“Welcome to home for the next few days,” Rachel said, in her most extravagant manner.

“Aw, it’s almost the same as when I left. You’ve still got Freddy!” Lauren yelled in excitement as she picked up their old Teddy bear. “Have you got any clothes I can wear? she said, whilst squeezing Freddy tight into her chest.

“Yeah sure, there’s some shorts and a vest just on the pile over there. Sorry it’s a bit pink, not sure if you’re into that anymore?”

“No, it’s cute. I don’t mind,” Lauren replied.

As she turned away, she started to fall over the bed again and burst out laughing.

“Here, let me help you,” Rachel said.

She walked over and helped Lauren up, then span her around, so she was facing the wall, with her back rested against Rachel’s chest.

“Arms ups!” She said this in such an authoritative tone Lauren had almost no choice but to obey. Rachel put her fingers underneath Lauren’s top, until her fingernails were ever so lightly digging into her hips. She raised the top over her head and threw it on to the bed.

“You know what Lauren?” she said, whilst starting to remove her sister’s bra, “I’ve been thinking about the whole Tommy thing, and I reckon you should give him another chance.”

She felt her sister’s body stiffen. At first, she couldn’t work out whether it was due to what she had said, or whether it was the cool air brushing against her now naked breasts.

“And why’s that?” Lauren said, clearly shocked.

“Because he’s dumb, and young, but that doesn’t mean he will be forever. He’s got some good potential, you really want to throw all that away, because he’s not ‘assertive’ enough?”

“I just need someone that’s not going to melt every time he touches me. I mean it was cute at first but, Jesus, it’s been 18 months and he’s still so, I dunno…” Lauren tailed off.

“Pathetic? Needy? Desperate?” Rachel asked, as if poking for a response.

Lauren tried to turnaround, but Rachel grabbed her tight, pushing her pelvis and chest tight against the back of Lauren’s half naked body.

“You’re not going anywhere, Lauren, this is the most you’ve told me, and I want to know more”

“What are you… get off me,” Lauren said as she struggled.

“This is what you want isn’t it? A Man that can take hold of you?” Rachel sniggered.

“You’re not a man though. And you’re also my sister. Seriously, get off me. You think you’re so big and clever but you’re still living at home with Mum. At 28 years old! And you’re trying to give me advice? It’s pathetic!”

Rachel paused for a second, stung by the words. But she knew her sister, she knew this was the drink talking. She didn’t have a confrontational bone in her body.

“What? What did you just say to me you filthy fucking bitch?”

Rachel’s voice was now dripping with sinister malice. She threw her sister on the bed. Lauren dropped in an instant, but just managed to shield herself by landing on her forearms.

“Wait, I’m sorry, I…” Lauren tried to speak.

“No, no, NO! It’s too late now little sis’. You always do this. You start trouble and then you melt away; just like Tommy. No wonder you two ended up together. Well, I’m gonna give you what you’ve always been craving. You say you hate it when I’m mean to you, but that’s what you’re looking for and you don’t even know it. Now sit up… I said SIT UP.”

Lauren jolted upright and turned to face her sister from the edge of the bed.

“Take your skirt off!” Rachel demanded.

“What are you talking abo…”

“I’m through playing Lauren,” Rachel interrupted, “take off your fucking skirt, now!”

Lauren had tears welling up in her eyes, but did as she was told, pulling her skirt down over her smooth skinny legs. She sat on the bed with her arms folded, as if protecting herself from either the cold, or the shame; perhaps both.

Rachel stared at her younger sister. Her body language and her tiny pink panties betraying her age. Saliva built up in her mouth and a pulse came from between her legs. I’m about to fuck a 19 year old, she thought, is this really happening?

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

Somewhere in the two years while Lauren had been away, something had changed for Rachel. It was during a night of pleasuring herself over a year ago now, when she allowed the taboo to take hold. Normally she’d push it down and climax all the same. manisa escort But that night she was weaker. She let that sparkle of a thought, that flash of an image, stay for just a moment too long. Her hands were already sticky and wet, and instead of pushing it away, she embraced it, her sister’s image in her mind. She came, harder and longer than she had ever cum before. She was overwhelmed by warmth and love and then almost immediate disgust. She didn’t speak to Lauren for months, but she knew, it was as if a switch had gone off in her head. The next time they were alone together, one way or another, they would be having sex.

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

As she brought herself back into the present moment, that warmth and love washed back over her. She walked over to Lauren and sat beside her, stroking her face with her right hand. Tears welled up in her eyes.

“Oh baby, I’ve waited so long,” she said, as she leant in slowly and kissed her full on the lips.

Lauren tried to back off, but she was frozen for a second, as if the surrealness of the situation was too much for her.

“Rachel, what the hell is going on? This is insane!” she said, as she managed to get her face free from her sister’s roaming tongue.

Rachel’s face morphed to serious again. She grabbed the back of Lauren’s neck with a hard slap and put her index finger over her still protesting lips.

“Shhh, you’re not trying to get me in trouble, are you?”

Lauren shook her head in a mixture of confusion, fear and something else. Perhaps she’d never been spoken to like this before, Rachel thought.

“Lauren, you’re my little sister and I love you. But tonight you’re going to do whatever I ask of you. No complaining, no arguing, just total submission,” Rachel said. Then she studied her sister to see the effect of her words.

Lauren shuddered at the word submission and a small drop of wetness became visible on her knickers. She tried to cross her legs, but Rachel was too quick. She grabbed her sister by the wrist.

“Hahaha, look at that, I knew you wanted it you filthy fucking slut. Look at you. Pretending all these years to be the virtuous creature of God and all along you’ve wanted to be used by me.”

“Rachel, I don’t know why you’re doing this, but I’m going to scream for Mum in a second.”

Lauren’s face was bright red, she was awash with shame and Rachel knew it. Almost without thinking she slapped Lauren across her cheek. Not hard, but enough to shock her into total silence. Her eyes fixed in surrender.

“You won’t scream for anyone. You’re too ashamed and most of all, you want this,” Rachel said.

She grabbed her sister forcefully by the chin and squeezed. Lauren looked back in fear and pain. She was just about to say something when…

Fluuuurgh! A thick wet load of spit landed over her left eye.

“Urrgh” Lauren cried in disbelief and disgust. She went to wipe it away on impulse, but Rachel pinned her to the bed.

“Don’t touch your face you little whore. I want you looking messy for me tonight.”

But Lauren turned and buried her face into the pillow, letting out an muffled cry.

Rachel grabbed her sister’s knickers and pulled them down. Lauren tried to hang onto them with one hand but had no strength whilst being flattened on the bed. As Rachel continued pulling them down, Lauren’s heels moved towards her bottom and they finally escaped over her ankles.

Rachel studied the knickers for a second, they were soaking wet. She is enjoying this, Rachel thought.

She lay on top of Lauren’s naked body and whispered in her ear.

“Baby, you’re knickers are soaking. You can keep pretending if you want, or I can give you the night of your life. It’s up to you?” As Rachel finished talking, she rubbed her finger and thumb across the inside of the panties and collected a small amount of thick moisture. She rubbed her fingers and thumb together, before placing them over Lauren’s lips.

Lauren had stopped breathing so quickly at this point. She was still. Silent, except for slow deep breaths. She closed her eyes, either in a moment of ecstasy, or to wish herself away to another place. Rachel couldn’t be sure.

She kissed the back of Lauren’s neck, who then gave out another muffled cry. There was something much different in the tone this time though. It sounded like a moan of pleasure?

“I want you to taste yourself properly later,” Rachel whispered.

She worked her way down Lauren’s back, kissing and licking down her spine. When she got to her bottom she gave a small bite and could have sworn she heard a little giggle come from the pillow.

She paused for second, feeling a sudden wave of drunkenness.

What am I doing? This is going to change everything. She’s my little sister, I’m supposed to protect her. For a moment, she felt like an old woman assaulting a teenager, perhaps she was… mersin escort

She shook her head to clear it and when she refocused, found herself leching over Lauren’s behind.

Rachel gripped around the beautiful smooth butt and used her thumbs to open her up.

It must have taken a fraction of a second, but it felt like it was being revealed in slow motion.

“Huuuh,” she breathed so deep that she almost forgot she had to breath out.

The clean, hairless entrance to her little sisters behind, shined at her. Glistening with the moisture that had already dripped back from her pussy. She let a bit of spit dribble out of her mouth and it landed perfectly on the hole, which pulsated open and closed like a beating heart.

“Don’t move Lauren, don’t move,” she whispered, but at this point she wasn’t sure she could be heard. She buried her nose in between the cheeks and took an aggressive sniff. She heard Lauren cry again, but she knew it wasn’t one of fear anymore. It was shame. Humiliation. Degradation. Sexual desire?

Before her nose had fully left the inside of her sister’s cheeks, she followed up with her tongue; flicking it in fierce up-strokes, again, and again, and again. After every tenth stroke she’d push deep, forcing her tongue beyond the surface, into the hole and her sister would let out a high-pitched weep into the pillow.

Lauren started to writhe and wriggle. Her left arm kept coming out from under her, trying to push Rachel’s head way away, but only to let go again as soon as Rachel started to ease off. This power play went on for quite some time, until Rachel decided her mouth was becoming too numb to continue.

She eased off for a final time and started circling her right index finger around the now soaking wet hole, before lightly breaking the seal with the tip of her middle finger.

Lauren couldn’t take any more and began to roll over on to her back.

“I can’t, Rachel. I can’t take any more, please,” she said, gasping.

Rachel was on her knees, suddenly conscious she was still fully dressed. She held her right hand out in mid-air, as if afraid to touch anything with it; it was glistening.

“I can see that Lauren,” she said, laughing, “look at these!”

With her left hand she separated Lauren’s knees and revealed her soaking wet inner thighs, covered in thick moisture.

“Help me get my top off, quickly,” Rachel continued.

Lauren sat up slowly, now completely under her sister’s spell. She got up to her knees and lifted Rachels top over her arms.

“And my bra,” Rachel said, still holding her right hand awkwardly out in the air.

Lauren leant in and wrapped her arms around her older sister. They could both feel the sweat from each other’s chests making them more and more slippery. She stared undoing the bra and pulling it back over the tips of her Rachels’s shoulders. Once removed, Rachel put her left hand on Laurens neck and placed her right hand between her legs.

She slowly ran her fingers over Lauren’s clit. Touching it so lightly at first, she was barely making contact. Lauren jolted and her legs started to spasm involuntarily. I’ve hardly even touched her, Rachel thought. She felt her fingers dripping a pool into her palm and began to press harder. She penetrated.

“Uhh!” Lauren exclaimed, her shoulders hunching and her thighs turning inwards, to protect herself.

“Shhh baby, Mum will hear,” Rachel said.

Lauren’s eyes filled up with tears again when hearing the word ‘mum’. It was as if that word had brought the shame crashing back down on her, but she didn’t ask her sister to stop.

Lauren’s face was a sludgy mess of make-up, sweat, saliva and tears. Fuck! She looks hot, Rachel thought. She looks like a fucking porn star. Then leading with her tongue, she pressed her lips against Lauren’s mouth, who, this time, was totally receptive. Course she is, Rachel thought, I’ve got my hand in her cunt.

They massaged their tongues’ and lips together. Whilst before it had been aggressive, this was much more tender. Rachel suddenly felt as if she was making love to someone she had loved for many years. Their heads changed sides back and forth. Lauren was starting to take some control as the kissing became more passionate. She gently touched her older sister’s face with both hands and sped up with her hips. Her body shook and shook, close to orgasm.

“I want you to finger me too,” Rachel said.

Before she’d even finished the words, Lauren was rubbing two of her fingers against Rachels clit, her other hand cupping the back of her neck for balance, as she leaned slightly back.

“I can’t, I can’t, huuuu, uuuuuh.” Lauren was trying to speak, but she was so frantically moving her hips on her sister’s hand, she couldn’t get her words out. Her whole, firm, 19 year old body was now arched and shining with sweat. Rachel’s head moved down and she took Lauren’s nipple in her mouth, releasing a hum of pleasure when she got there. Lauren seemed to take initiative from this and penetrated Rachel with her fingers for the first time.

“Huh! Aha. Good girl,” Rachel said, smiling with surprise. Her voice was muffled by her sister’s breasts, but she continued, “Kee’ goin’, just like tha’. Mmmmm. Good girl.”

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I was nineteen and still living at home. I had to delay going to college due to lack of funds. In the meantime I was working a menial job during the day. I love my parents but my Dad was acting strangely. He was giving me these looks. I could see he was looking my body over at times. I didn’t have a boyfriend and it made me feel horny sometimes when Dad would check me out.

It was late one night. I had been asleep but I heard my bedroom door open. It was dark but I could see the outline of my father.

“Dad?”

“Shhh!” He said to me.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I had to see you,” he told me.

Dad said he was thinking about me lately. He pulled the sheet back and I felt his hand touch my chest. I had a t-shirt on but my Dad fingers were probing my nipples.

“Do I excite you Jan?”

I didn’t know what to say.

“I do love you Daddy,” I said.

That must have got my Dad excited. He stood up and removed his shirt and underwear he was wearing. It was dark alright but I could see the outline of my Dad’s cock. It sent a chill through me. It was big from what I could tell. My Dad’s dick was just inches from my face.

“It’s okay,” muğla escort he said to me.

I knew what he wanted. I was so worked up right then. I knew it was wrong but I sat up to the edge of the bed. Daddy moved forward. I could feel the tip of his cock touching my lips. I opened for him and he slid into my mouth. I hadn’t been with many guys. My Dad’s cock felt so much bigger than those men. He placed a hand on the back of my head and he fed me his shaft.

I have to admit to gagging on his long prick. I probably was able to only get a couple of inches down. My Dad seemed like he was out of it. He kept pumping his cock down my throat. He got hard in just a few minutes time. Thankfully Dad pulled away. I wasn’t expecting the next part. Dad climbed onto my bed. He took hold of my legs and spread them wide apart.

I wanted to tell him to stop but I was too worked up. Dad had me lie on my back. I felt his cock rubbing along my wet slit. He finally slipped into my waiting pussy. I had to stop myself from crying out. His cock felt enormous. Dad pushed in the whole way and then he held his rod in place. My muscles had my Dad’s ordu escort cock in a tight grip. I couldn’t let on. I wanted my Daddy to fuck me hard.

That is what happened. Dad drove his dick into my crazed pussy over and over. I was having one orgasm after another. Dad did lower his face and he found my hard nipples. He chewed on each one. I had to bring a hand to my mouth to stop screaming. I have no idea how long we did it there in the dark. I felt my Dad’s body tense up. He pushed in hard one final time and he sprayed me with his cum.

I nearly did cry out. My Dad wasn’t wearing any protection and I wasn’t on the pill. Daddy shot his hot cum into my belly. I squeezed every drop from my Dad’s stiff prick. It took us some minutes before we both calmed down. Dad did pull out. I felt his cream running out and leaking down my gash. We had a final kiss together. My Dad said he loved me. I didn’t know what to say. I was stunned from being fucked like that.

Dad left and went back to his bedroom. I got up and ran to the bathroom. I pushed out as much of my Dad’s cum as I could. I then went back to my bed and collapsed. When I woke osmaniye escort up my parents had already gone to work. I got up and showered and then went to my job. That whole day all I could think of was that my Daddy had given me a load of his baby seed the previous night.

I will admit it. I was horny all day long. At lunchtime I went out to my car. I put my hand down my pants and I fingered my pussy. I had never done anything like that before. I did bring myself off at lunchtime. When I got home it was like nothing had happened between us. My Dad played it very cool. After my Mom went to bed, Dad and I went downstairs to the family room. My Dad took me once more.

We both stripped down. I put my arms around my Dad’s neck. He lifted me up and his cock found my opening. He lowered me onto his shaft. We ended up fucking there on the family room floor. We never talked about fucking unprotected. In fact my Dad said he wanted to impregnate me. He was going to seed my pussy until he made my belly grow big. I guess I got caught up in the fuck lust. I wanted my Daddy’s baby.

We continue to have sex whenever we can. When my Mom is out of the house, Dad will fuck me in my bed. He likes it when I ride his thick cock. He is able to play with my tits when I have mounted him. I can scream when my mother is out of the house. Dad always seems to have a large amount of his cum to give to me. I am anxiously waiting until I miss my period and my Daddy has finally impregnated me.

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The following morning . . .

Aiden paced some more in his bedroom. He glanced at his watch one more time before smoothing down imaginary wrinkles from his sleeves for what must’ve been the fourth time. Eight of the clock, Millie should be gone by now. But to his irritating realization as he strode downstairs, the telltale clanks of silverware against glass was heard. Fuck. Aiden had half a mind to turn back to his room like a coward when Millie’s soft eyes locked with his. “Good morning, Amelia.”

Millie’s response was a large spoonful of what appeared to be only Lucky Charms marshmallows in her bowl. She filled her cheeks so much she had to pat her lips with a napkin and hide her mouth for what he could only assume was slow open mouth chewing and dripping milk. Aiden chuckled, her discomfort giving him a strike of power.

He sat down opposite to her and watched as she took two smaller spoonfuls. “Aren’t you late for school?” he finally said when the silence grew oppressive.

“It’s Saturday.”

He eyed her for no good reason other than because he knew it made her uncomfortable. At least she still had the courtesy to look at him when she spoke. “Yes, well, I believe these are yours.”

He no more than slapped her panties on the table. The sudden heavy cling on his gold ring making her flinch. She stayed seating for one long moment, her cheeks turning from a soft pink to a harsh scarlet.

He sat back into his chair. Observing.

“Indeed, they are.” Her voice was disappointingly steady. It alarmed him how much he wanted to get a reaction from her, her attention. He’d thought to avoid Millie at all costs but now he realized her meek and pristine humiliation thrilled him.

He pawed her hand quickly once she reached for the small pink fabric. As she pulled away, he held her hand more firmly, “I did not mean to hurt you last night, Millie. I was dreaming of someone and had no control over my actions. I’m sorry.”

He watched with satisfaction as color drained from her cheeks. Could she have been disappointed at the thought of him hard for someone else? No. . . That would be absurd.

“It’s quite alright, Uncle Aiden.”

But it wasn’t quite alright. He did intend to do everything he had done and he wasn’t thinking of someone else. It was her at every moment. He knew it was wrong. Hell, he stayed up all night cursing himself and still his cock swelled with just the memory of her lips pressed against him. Could she have tasted his precum last night? He knew he’d been leaking enough to wet the bed sheet but could she?

He let go of hand and stood. “Well, I hope this also teaches you a fine lesson Amelia. Never walk into a man’s room uninvited. karabük escort I know your intentions were innocent having only gone in to check on my wound.” He held up his other band wrapped hand. “But you see, I’m fine.”

With that he grabbed his keys and wallet and left for work.

Millie barely heard him, barely listened as his words played over her head. She just stared at him. He’d been dreaming of someone else. Of course he was. It was disgusting to even want him to have been thinking about her. She’d schooled herself all night about how wrong it was. He’d never want to do naughty things with her and with good reason! It wasn’t at all Christian to want her Uncle’s cock. . . To have him look at her with lust filled eyes. Appalled once more by her thoughts, Millie took her bowl of marshmallows into the kitchen and ran to the safety of her room.

It was eleven thirty at night and Millie still hadn’t heard uncle Aiden arriving home from work. The house was always very quiet so the slightest noise could be heard. Another hour passed and the house kept it’s gloomy silence. Millie was beginning to worry about uncle Aiden. Granted he was a grown man and could be out until the wee hours of the morning but it wasn’t something he did. The latest she’d heard her uncle arrive from work was eleven. He’d always need to be well rested for work. Two more hours passed when suddenly — Slam! Thud! “Fuck!”

Millie paused the video she’d been watching as she felt her heart race. Fast footsteps and giggles echoed in the house. There was a lazy rattling at her door and Millie hid under the covers.

“Mm, is this your bedroom here?”

“No.”

“Is it empty? We could fuck in there.”

Uncle Aiden chuckled, “Eager for my cock aren’t you? God, you’re such a little slut.”

Millie didn’t understand why tears filled her eyes as she heard moan after moan followed by his statement. Why she sobbed after she heard him groan in pleasure telling her to take it. Her heart felt like a big lump in her chest and what she could definitely not understand was why she wanted to be the one to take it.

Pleasure swelled and roiled through Aiden despite his desolation. If only the pain in his heart didn’t multiply with each thrust, each caress, each grunt. But he would not stop. He only pounded faster, harder. Making his little tart moan louder. “Yes… Take it!”

He would fuck her because he would never fuck Millie. He couldn’t. But he could fuck this girl. She was perfection. A blonde-haired beauty who’s full breasts quivered with every thrust. She was every man’s dream. Long legs wrapped tightly around him and within seconds her osmaniye escort pussy was milking his cock. She vocalized her pleasure with one high-pitched moan after the other.

His orgasm followed a few minutes after hers. He would pound and use her pussy hard until he came and once he did, he collapsed next to her, pressed his lips to her forehead and fell asleep.

Morning came and Aiden was calmly preparing his coffee when he heard footsteps. It was probably his little tart. He found her resting against his chest when he woke up. She greeted him with a kiss to his cheek. Kisses which trailed lower and lower making him grow hard in his pants.

“Sweetheart, I have to go to work and you must return to your husband.” This was met with a pout as his hard cock was being pulled out.

“But your cock is so big… I only want to give it a quick suck before I leave.”

And before Aiden could feign a protest, his head was deep in her mouth, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. “Fuck, hun, why didn’t you suck me last night too?”

She had managed to take his long big cock deep in her throat. His balls were cupped and played with and he grabbed her hair, getting ready to fuck her lush mouth. She was sucking him like an expert little cock gobbler. He grunted out loudly in pleasure and she moaned when he told her he was going to fuck her pussy hole next.

Ah, yes. His head felt right about ready to explode. She was sucking and wanking him hard at the same time. He thrust his hips and made her gag this time as he went deeper down her throat. “I’m going to cum in your mouth and you’re going to swallow it all. Aren’t you, you little cum slut?” He spoke between grunts and sighs but his pleasure was abruptly brought to an end when he heard another pair of fast footsteps going down the stairs.

He pulled out of his cock lover’s mouth quickly. Hoping he would get to make himself decent before Millie saw him. Yet as fast as he tried to be, Millie arrived faster. And the moment he locked eyes with her, he felt the tip of his cock burst. Gush after gush of cum spilled onto his sweet tart’s face uncontrollably.

It was an utter disaster. He saw the tears well up in Millie’s eyes as he experienced a roller coaster of pleasure. She turned and was headed upstairs before he moved swiftly, his cock slapping his thigh as he did. He had no time to get decent now. He grabbed her hard by the wrist and shouted to her face. “Why the fuck aren’t you in school?”

The first tear was followed by another, and another. “I- I was,” her words were interrupted by sobs. She tried to pull away, to run back up stairs but he hauled her arm marmaris escort harder causing her to crash against his chest.

“Why are you crying?”

She shook her head and sniffed. He looked over his shoulder, worried he might find his tart there but the kitchen was empty. He’d heard her yell out and the sink water ran as he had gone after Millie. He more than likely shot part of his load in her eye and she left.

Very slowly, Aiden lowered his head and spoke softly to her. Looking at her under heavy and accusing eyes. “You’re crying because it wasn’t you who I was allowing to suck my cock. Aren’t you, Millie? Those sobs are too heavy to have only the weight of embarrassment behind them.”

She was just wiping up a tear when his question snapped up her attention. “How dare you accuse me of something so sinful!”

“So you are to tell me I’ve never turned you on, Amelia?”

“Yes! And even less when your penis is wet from what she was doing to you! You disgust me!”

Aiden looked at his cock. It hard and ready again. “You know, Millie, I have half a mind to check whether or not your panties are wet.”

Beautiful brown eyes grew wider at his statement. If he touched her there he was sure to find her wet. How could she deny her feelings to him then?

“And I know you will be wet. You kissed my cock the other night and I know that was no dream and no mistake.”

A harsh gasp suddenly echoed the room. He’d pinned her up against the wall and cupped her sex roughly. Possessively. “If I touch you, I know I’ll find that you’re excited. And then, I might find myself obligated to deep my finger inside you perhaps even two. And if even the slightest noise comes from your throat, well, then I’d have to shove my dick inside you. I would keep it in you for a while so you know what it feels like to have that little crammed. You’ll want more of it. You’ll want me to thrust into you over and over again but I wouldn’t. Why? Because I don’t fuck lying little nieces. Lying little nieces who crave their uncle’s cock get it shoved deep inside them but they are denied the pleasure of it.”

His hot breath brushed against her lips as he spoke now. His tone was soft. “Will you deny your attraction again?”

“I would never want my uncle.”

His lips were very soft, Millie thought. That surprised her, though it the softness of his lips didn’t surprise her more than when his tongue entered her mouth.

Uncle Aiden wrapped his arm around her waist, and pulled her onto his chest. “Kiss me back,” he demanded, his voice hoarse and fierce.

Dimly, she thought of all the reasons why this was so wrong. She shouldn’t kiss him back. She should slap him, really. But she wanted more of Uncle Aiden, more of the fire that was sweeping her body, more of the irresistible longing that made her cling closer and closer to him.

“That’s it,” he said, his voice a thread of sound.

Vile guilt crept up her body. It was the only reason why she tore away from her Uncle’s sweet embrace and rushed out the front door.

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I call this chapter, “The Wedding.”

*

Katie is three weeks away from getting married to her father. She has never feel so anxious, and so excited. It all seems like a dream to her. She thought they will never get marry because of their relationship, but her father has found a way to make it happen. They are planning to get marry outside of the U.S. She was out shopping for a wedding dress with her mom and her aunt Mary from her dad’s side. Katie’s mom and aunt Mary knew about her their relationship. It was hard for both of them to accept it at first, but eventually, they came around when they saw how much Katie and her father loves each other. Two hours has passed, and Katie couldn’t decide which dress she wanted to wear for her wedding.

Mom: “Katie, have you decided which dress that you want?”

Katie: “I’m stuck on choosing between three dresses that I want.”

Aunt Mary: “Katie, you are so picky. No wonder you don’t want to marry anybody, but your daddy.”

Katie: “That’s because daddy knows how to treat me right. He knows how to take care of me.”

Mom: “Your daddy is a good man, and a good father. When we used to date back then, it was more about sex with us. He was so good in bed. Sometimes I miss him giving me oral sex. He was also such a great kisser, and he can hypnotize your body with his own hands. Sometimes I really missed having sex with him.”

Katie: “Mom!’

Mom: “Sorry, honey. I got carried away.”

Katie: “Mom, you already have your fun with daddy, and now it’s my turn.”

Aunt Mary: “Don’t mind your mother. She’s just jealous that your daddy is marrying you, and not her.”

Mom: “But seriously, honey. I am happy for you and your father. Your daddy and I never got marry, so this will be both of your first time getting marry. I know he chose you for a reason. Just remember that I’m the reason why both of you are together.”

Katie’s mom always likes to joke why they’re together in the first place.

Mom: “It’s true. If I’ve never met your dad, and have sex with him then you would’ve never be born, and you wouldn’t get to have sex with him.”

Katie: “I know, mom. You do play a part in it, and I’m glad that both of you had unprotected sex because if you guys didn’t, I would’ve been in the trash can inside of a condom.”

Everybody laughed.

Aunt Mary: “Katie, we are happy for you. We may not love you the way your daddy do, but we still love you.”

They all laughed together.

Mom: “I’ve met a lot of couples, but I can tell you and your father will stay together. I mean, both of you can’t afford to lose each other, especially when he’s your father and your his daughter.”

Aunt Mary: “Katie, your daddy talks about you all the time when he comes over to my house. I’ve never see him so happy, and so in love. He talks about you so much that sometimes I have to tell him to shut up.”

Katie: “I’m so lucky to have you both here, but I think I know what dress I want to wear now.”

Mom: “Let’s see it.”

Katie walked out with the wedding dress that she picked.

Mom: “Katie, that dress is beautiful. Your daddy is going to go crazy when he sees you.”

Aunt Mary: “Katie, I wish I have your body. Your aunt Mary has gained so much weight throughout the years. I don’t know if you got your looks from your mom, or she got her looks from you.”

Mom: “Very funny, Mary. Of course she got her looks from me.”

Daughter: “Do you think daddy will like it?”

Mom: “I know daddy will love it. When he sees you, he’s going to fall for you all over again.”

Aunt Mary: “So who’s going to give you away since you’re marrying your own father?

Katie: “I’m hoping that grandpa will show up.”

Aunt Mary: “You’ve told grandpa about you two getting marry. You mean, grandpa as my dad. What did he say?”

Katie: “I know grandpa and grandma doesn’t approve our relationship, but I think I’ve convinced both of them to come to the wedding.”

Aunt Mary: “I guess we just have to see for ourselves.”

Mom: “Sweetie, I know this must be really hard for you, and I can only imagine what you’re going through because the world doesn’t accept incest relationship.”

Katie: “I hate that word. We are more than just a label. People can accept gays and lesbians, but they can’t accept the fact that a father and a daughter is in love with each other. I’m not even a child. I’m a twenty one years old adult woman who made the choice to have sex with my father. Never once did daddy force me to have sex with him. At first, he didn’t have sexual feelings for me, I have sexual feelings for him, and I seduced him. He told me no, and told me to stop, but I kept seducing him, and because he’s just a man, he gave in.”

Mom: “You must be very good at it if you were able to seduced your own father.”

Katie: “Mom, I’m being serious.”

Mom: “I know you are. What matters now is that both of you are getting marry in three weeks. Now can you please pick a dress, so I can pay for it because I need to eat right now.”

Katie was at home tokat escort looking at pictures of herself and her father when she were little all they way until now. As Katie was going through the pictures, she saw a picture of herself and her best friend Chelsea. Katie and Chelsea has been best friend since kindergarten, and they have never kept secrets from each other, but Chelsea didn’t know about Katie’s sexual relationship with her father. Katie thought that maybe she should call Chelsea, and meet up with her, and tell her about the wedding. Katie grab her cell phone, and call Chelsea.

Chelsea: “Hey Katie, how are you doing? We haven’t spoke for awhile now.”

Katie: “Oh, I’ve been busy, lately.”

Chelsea: “Yeah, right. You probably have a new boyfriend, and that’s why you’re too busy to hang out with your best friend.”

Katie: “That’s kind of what I wanted to talk to you about. Can we meet up at the park close to my mother’s house?”

Chelsea: “Sure. I’ll see you over there. Bye.”

Katie was sitting at the wood bench contemplating about how she going to break the news to Chelsea. She was going over with the words in her head until she heard Chelsea’s voice.

Katie stood up, and gave Chelsea a hug, and they both sat down on the wood bench.

Chelsea: “Katie, it’s been awhile since the last time we saw each other, so what did you want to talk about that you have to drag me out here.”

Katie: “I know we’ve been friends since kindergarten, and we’ve never kept secrets from each other, but there’s something that I have to tell you.”

Chelsea: “Don’t tell me that your gay, and you’re in love with me.”

Katie: “No, I’m not gay, and I’m not in love with you.”

Chelsea: “Now you’re trying to tell me that I’m not pretty. I’m offended.”

Katie: “I can see someone haven’t change a bit since the last time we’ve spoke, but on a serious note, I really have to tell you something.”

Chelsea: “No more joking around. I’m ready to listen now.”

Katie: “Okay, where should I start?”

Chelsea: “Just start from the beginning.”

Katie: “I’m not exactly sure where is the beginning, and I’m not sure if I should start in the middle because that will confuse you.”

Chelsea: “Katie, just say it.”

Katie: “I’ve been having sex with my dad for two years now, and we’re getting marry in three weeks.”

Complete silence.

Katie: “So are you going to say something?”

Chelsea: “I kind of already knew about you and your dad.”

Katie: “What do you mean that you kind of already knew about us?”

Chelsea: “I saw you and your dad kissed in his bedroom when I came by your house six months ago.”

Katie: “Are you sure it was a kiss? What kind of kiss was it?”

Chelsea: “Katie, you guys were basically making out because I saw tongue, and I even saw him grabbing your ass.”

Katie: “You knew this whole time. Why didn’t you say anything?”

Chelsea: “At first, I did, but I just decided to pretend that I never saw it.”

Katie: “Thank you.”

Chelsea: “For what?”

Katie: “For not judging me, for not judging us. You knew for six months, and you still talk to me. You still choose to be my friend.”

Chelsea: “Of course I’m still your friend. I can’t blame you for what you did. If he was my dad, I probably have sex with him too.”

Katie: “You are so nasty.”

Chelsea: “Hey, I’m not the one that’s actually having sex with my dad.”

Katie: “Well, maybe you should. It’s the best sex ever!”

Chelsea: “Your daddy still looks good for his age, and my daddy is overweight, but you say something about getting marry.”

Katie: “My daddy and I are getting marry in three weeks out of the country.”

Chelsea: “I didn’t know that you guys was that serious about each other. Are you sure this is what you want?”

Katie: “I’ve never ever be so sure about what I want more than I do now. When I’m with my dad, I feel so much love, and so alive. The fact that he’s my father makes me feel more safer and comfortable to be around him. I completely trust him. He makes me feel like a real woman. He’s so loving, caring, and affectionate towards me. Honestly, my daddy is the most charming and romantic man that I know. I love being with my daddy more than any other person. I know it sound crazy, but I’m in love with my daddy.”

Chelsea: “I have to ask, what’s the sex like with your dad?”

Katie: “The sex is amazing. I really feel the close bond between us as father and daughter when we make love. Incest is the biggest turn on for me because my daddy is so good in bed that I don’t want to have sex with any other men. My daddy gives me the best orgasm.”

Chelsea: “Do you and your dad also perform oral sex on each other?”

Katie: “All the time. It really turns me on when I suck my daddy’s dick because it is the dick that made me. I love feeling my daddy’s cum on my breast and my face, but I love it the most when my daddy cums in my mouth. It’s like I’m receiving a gift directly from my dad’s penis. yozgat escort It’s a very special intimate bond between my daddy and I.”

Chelsea: “You really are in love with your dad. He must be very good in the bed, so is he… you know what I mean.”

Katie: “Are you trying to ask me, does my daddy have a big dick?”

Chelsea: “Why, I can’t ask you.”

Katie: “Let’s just say, I was proud he was my daddy.”

Chelsea: “Your sex life sounds more exciting than my sex life, but I am happy for you and your daddy. I wish the best for both of you.”

Katie: “Thank you for understanding.”

They both hugged and went back to their own home.

It was the day before the wedding, and they were out of the country.

Katie: “Daddy, I can’t believe we’re getting marry tomorrow. We’re gonna be husband and wife.”

Dad: “I always imaging giving you away to some asshole that I don’t like, but it turns out, I’m that asshole.”

Katie: “Daddy, you’re not an asshole, maybe just a little bit. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Dad: “You’ve already spent twenty one years with me.”

Katie: “But twenty of those years, we were just father and daughter. I want to spend the rest of my life as your woman, and as your wife.”

Dad: “And I want to spend the rest of my life making love to you.”

He kissed his daughter, and they began to undressed one another. He pick her up, and started pounding her pussy as she holds on to him with her arms and legs.

Katie: “Fuck me, daddy, fuck me hard. You make my pussy feel so good.”

He bounced her pussy up and down on his dick until his legs got tired, and then he laid down on the bed as she climb on top of him, and started to grind on her daddy’s dick. He was sucking on his daughter’s big breast as she moved up and down on his dick. He smacked his daughter’s ass every now and then as she rides him like a surf board.

Katie: “Daddy, I love it when you spank my ass like that. You make me feel so hot and wet.”

Dad: “Tell me who’s the best?”

Katie: “Daddy, you’re the best,”

Dad: “Who this pussy belongs to?”

Katie: “This pussy belongs to you, daddy.”

Dad: “Do you like fucking your daddy?’

Katie: “Yes.”

Dad: “I can’t hear you.”

Katie: “Yes. I like fucking my daddy.”

Dad: “Make daddy cum in your pussy. Make daddy cum now.”

Katie: “Give me your cum, daddy. Give it all to me.”

Dad: “Baby girl, you’re so good with your hips. Keep fucking daddy like that. You want your daddy’s sperm? You want to have daddy’s baby?”

Katie: “Yes, I want my daddy’s sperm. I want to have a baby with my daddy.”

She rides her daddy faster and faster until finally she feels a huge explosion inside of her pussy.

Katie: “Yes, daddy, yes. Make me pregnant with your baby. I want you to plant your sperm inside of your daughter’s eggs.”

She slides off her daddy’s dick and licked a little bit of cum that was left on his dick.

Dad: “Oh baby, you’re still not done, yet.”

Katie: “Daddy, you taste so delicious.”

Dad: “If you keep this up, I don’t know if I’m going to have any energy for the wedding tomorrow. You’re trying to kill your old man.”

Katie: “I guess keeping your daughter happy is not as easy as you think it is.”

Dad: “Come closer, so I can hold you.”

She move closer to her father’s arms as they laid in bed naked. The next day arrived as the wedding begins. Katie was in her room waiting to get marry. Her mom and her aunt Mary was also in the room with her.

Mom: “My baby girl is getting marry. You’re so lucky to being marrying your father. “

Aunt Mary: “My niece is marrying my brother. I know you two will take care of each other.”

Katie: “Thank you mom. Thank you aunt Mary. I couldn’t do this without you two. Thank you so much.”

They all hugged each other, and then they heard a knock on the door.

Steve: “It’s me, Steve.”

Aunt Mary: “”Come in.”

Steve: “I just want to say, congratulation to my sister Katie. I know you two will be happy together.”

Katie: “Thank you so much, Steve. How’s dad doing?”

Steve: “He’s nervous.”

Katie: “I guess that makes the both of us.”

Steve: “It’s good to see my sister and my dad getting marry to each other. I guess that makes you my step mom and dad as my brother in law.”

Mom: “Shut up Steve. You’re just trying to be funny.”

Katie: “It’s okay, mom. I know it looks crazy, but we really do love each other.”

Steve: “I know, daddy told me that he was going to propose to you on your 21st birthday. I help him out a little bit. I’m the one who shot the fireworks that says, “marry me.”

Katie: “That was you, Steve.”

Steve: “He was so nervous about proposing to you. He almost didn’t go through it, but you can thank me later.”

They heard a knock on the door.

Mom: “Who is it?”

Grandma: “It’s us, grandma and grandpa.”

Aunt Mary: “They really did show up.”

Steve zonguldak escort walked over, and open the door. He hugged his grandparents, exchanged a few words, and left the room.

Katie: “Grandpa, grandma, you guys show up.”

Grandpa: “Of course we’ve show up. You guys doubted us.

Katie: “No. Okay, maybe a little bit, but grandpa, are you okay with all of this.”

Grandpa: “If what you’re trying to say is that if I’m okay with my son and my grand daughter getting marry then I don’t think I have a choice, but to be okay with it.”

Katie: “I know that you’re mad at my dad, but grandpa, I want to let you know that he never force me to do anything. It was I, who annexiatated the sex.”

Grandpa: “Please don’t say the word “sex.” I know what happened between you two, and I’m slowly adjusting to it. I guess in the end, we can’t choose who we love.”

Katie: “Thank you grandpa and grandma for showing up. You don’t know how much this means to me.”

She starts to cry, and hugged them both.

Grandma: “Child, don’t cry. All it matters is that both of you are happy.”

It was about that time for father and daughter to get marry. Katie walks down the aisle with her grandfather holding her arms. It wasn’t a big wedding, but what matters is who is there. She looks straight across, and saw her best friend, her lover, her father, her husband. Her father has never look so handsome to Katie than he do now. She was excited to be getting marry, but she was even more excited that she was going to marry her father. His heart was beating faster and faster as his daughter walks closer and closer. He has never been so nervous, and so happy at the same time. He was about to marry the woman that he has raised since birth. He never thought that the baby he was holding twenty one years ago will someday be his wife. She finally reached to her father, and they were standing face to face, side by side. Katie’s father begins to read his vows first.

Dad: “Here I am standing in front of you. and you’re as beautiful as the day you were born. My love for you is deeper than the ocean, and bigger than a mountain. You have always been the sunshine in my life. You give me a reason to strive, and a purpose to live everyday. I am a better man, and a better father because of your unconditional love. You are the strength underneath my feet. You are the ropes that I hold on to. You are the breath that I breathe. You are my star in the sky. I ask myself, how did I fell in love with you, and the only answer I can come up with is because you’re the only person that truly makes me happy. It’s true what they say, you don’t get to choose who you love, and I know that for a fact because I fell in love with my daughter. I swear on my life that I will protect you as your father, and I will love you as your man.”

Now it was Katie’s turn to read her vows.

Katie: “You have given me everything I need in life. You’ve given me food. You’ve given me shelter. You’ve given me protection. You’ve given me affections, but most of all, you’ve given me more love than I’ve ever deserved. I’ve always dreamed of my own knight shining armor, but I’ve never thought my knight shining armor will have such a familiar face. I need you as my father and as my man. You make me feel like I’m home even when we’re not at home. You taught me what love is, but most of all, you taught me how to love. You are my rock. You are my armor. Who would’ve thought that love could be found in such a familiar place, or even looks like such a familiar face. I’ve never thought that so much love can exist between a father and a daughter. The word “daddy” has becomes my definition of what love really is, and if I ever get confused about the meaning of the word “love” then all I have to do is look up at my daddy’s face. No matter what happen in this relationship, I will always be your little girl.”

There was tears in everybody’s eyes in the room, and even grandpa has tears in his eyes. He finally see that his son and his grand daughter really do love each other. His whole sixty years on earth, he has never witnessed a love so real, and so powerful. It was that very moment that not only changed the way he looks at them, but also changed the way he looks at incest. He never thought that a father and daughter can be so close in a beautiful romantic ways . After they both say their vows, they were officially announced as husband and wife. Katie and her father went on their honey moon in the Bahamas. They explored, they danced, they laughed, but most of all, they bond. It was their last day at the Bahamas, and they were at a hotel.

Katie: “Daddy, I have so much fun here, but I can’t wait to go back home tomorrow.”

Dad: “Me, too. We should made a lot of good memories here.”

Katie: “That’s not the only thing we’ve made every since you’ve proposed to me.”

Dad: “Baby, what are you talking about?”

Katie: “Daddy, I’m pregnant.”

Dad: “What! Are you serious. You’re not lying, are you?”

Katie: “Daddy, why would I lie?”

Dad: “I’m going to be a daddy.”

Katie: “Well, you’re already a daddy, but yes, you’re going to be a daddy, and that’s not the good news.”

Dad: “So what’s the good news?”

Katie: “The good news is, daddy, we’re having twin.”

*

It may be awhile until I write chapter three, which will be called “The Pregnancy.”

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Many thanks for the kind responses to ‘Me, Mum and Pans People’ and ‘Dark Cinema’. This story is an unrelated quickie. Hope you like it.

RC

All characters are 18 or older.

Dorset, England.

When her mother deserted us three years ago, Lyra and I became closer than we had ever been before. It was a difficult time for both of us, and the sudden and unexpected change in my daughter’s life devastated her at first. Perhaps it was a cathartic impulse that drew her to me; showering her father with sympathy and attention enabled Lyra to overcome her own distress – at least, to some extent. A shrink might call it ’emotional transference’.

Lyra helped around the house, cooking and cleaning; she appeared to delight in assuming her mothers’ domestic role. On Sunday mornings, she tied-back her long dark brown hair and whizzed around our home, vacuuming and dusting.

It was during one of these Sunday sessions that Lyra first wore a miniskirt in the house. From the pleated style, I recognised the short skirt to be part of her school clothes – Lyra was wearing her netball skirt.

I hadn’t seen my daughter’s legs very much in recent years – she usually wore jeans. Lyra’s pleated skirt was exceptionally short and on that Sunday morning I found myself watching her voyeuristically as she zoomed about the room with the vacuum cleaner. I had an erection.

To my surreptitious delight, the sexy netball skirt appeared with increasing frequency. At first it was only present during the Sunday morning cleaning sessions, but as the weeks passed, Lyra began to wear her little school skirt in the evenings, too. While we watched TV together, I stole furtive glances at the white cotton panties that she always wore.

Sometimes we engaged in deep late night conversations. Turning off all the lights, we sat together talking by candlelight, exploring the world from the comfort of our cosy living room. We talked about everything and anything.

On one of these intimate nights, Lyra turned the conversation to sex. “Dad, do you miss… you know… do you miss having sexual intercourse, now that Mum’s gone?”

“Yes, of course,” I replied easily, smiling.

My daughter was sitting opposite me, relaxing in a big armchair. That night she was wearing jeans and a t-shirt with no bra. I noted that her nipples were erect. Her long dark hair hung loosely over her shoulders; I remember thinking how pretty she looked in the soft candlelight.

“Dad… you know we said we could talk about anything?” Lyra hesitated.

“Yes, and we can. We do, don’t we?” I spoke reassuringly, trying to ordu escort put her at ease.

Lyra shifted in her seat. “Um… don’t be mad, okay?”

“Okay, I promise. What is it?”

“Well… a few weeks ago… I found a DVD in the computer… you know… with girls on it… and men… doing it to themselves.”

“Ahh…” was all I managed in reply.

Instantaneously, a myriad of contrasting emotions hit me all at once, sending my brain into visceral overload. The initial unpleasant feelings of guilt and remorse quickly vanished, superseded by an all consuming sexual thrill that began in my groin, swiftly encompassing my entire being.

The suspicion that I had been harbouring at the back of my mind was now virtually confirmed: I had been right about the reason for the sudden appearance of Lyra’s sexy miniskirt. My daughter had watched the DVD that I had ‘accidentally’ left in the computer drive for her to find.

My wicked scheme was no longer a fantasy. The DVD contained a carefully edited selection of short pornographic scenes depicting my dirtiest desires in graphic detail. Utilising our computer’s video editor, I had plundered the darker recesses of the internet and pieced together what amounted to a concise instruction manual outlining my hitherto secret sexual inclinations. Miniskirts featured heavily throughout, along with upskirt masturbation scenes, dirty talk, and some very outrageous clips towards the end. And my pretty daughter had watched it. Lyra now knew everything about my perverted sexual fantasies and fetishes. Well, almost everything.

Returning to my senses, I realised that I was physically trembling.

“It’s alright, Dad,” Lyra assured me. “I won’t tell anyone. I know that men have to… need to have a sexual release… and now that Mum’s gone…”

She began gabbling garrulously, filling the discomforting silence with sympathetic reassurances. My guilt resurfaced slightly, but more than anything, I felt relief at my daughter’s complicit reaction to her father’s apparent shock and despair.

Lyra smiled warmly and left the room.

Relaxing a little, I considered the timeline; yes, I was right… I had left the DVD in the computer about six weeks ago – a few days prior to my daughter’s first appearance dressed in her schoolgirl miniskirt.

I sank back into the comfortable sofa. I was naked under my bathrobe and I stroked my erect penis. Loosening the front of my robe, I masturbated, fantasising about letting Lyra walk in and catch me wanking.

I reran the DVD in my mind: it began with a sexy blonde opening her legs and osmaniye escort inviting the viewer to look up her skirt. Then the sixties all-girl dance troupe Pan’s People performed a naughty routine to the Jackson Five’s ‘I Want You Back’. The low-angled camera filmed up their pink miniskirts as they danced, showing their knickers and gyrating suggestively to the music. In the next clip, a young woman in a school uniform talked about masturbation. In sexy tones, she seductively repeated my favourite naughty word: “I masturbate… I love masturbating… masturbate for me…” Then the DVD got really dirty; a gorgeous teen in a pleated miniskirt entered a Peep Show booth and…

I heard Lyra’s footsteps coming down the stairs. My bathrobe was wide open and I wanked fast… now she was in the hall – still I kept wanking…

Lyra entered the dimly-lit room as I stood fastening the belt on my robe. I sat down quickly, hiding my erection. The candle flame flickered as she walked over to the armchair and sat opposite me, crossing her legs. My daughter had changed her clothes. Now she was wearing a full traditional English school uniform: a white cotton shirt with a striped school tie, long white socks, black shoes, and her navy-blue pleated netball skirt.

My expression must have been a picture: wide-eyed, mouth agape. Gathering my wits, I composed myself.

We stared into each others’ eyes in the silent darkness for what felt like an eternity.

Then I could resist no longer; I lowered my gaze, fixing my stare on Lyra’s sexy bare legs. Her pleated miniskirt was up, exposing her slender white thighs. She studied me with wrapped attention. She knew all about my miniskirt fetish, and she let me look. I had to look.

Lyra broke the long silence, speaking softly, “It’s alright Dad, I know this is what you like. You like miniskirts, don’t you.”

“Lyra, I…”

She interrupted me, her voice measured and calm, “Dad, I know we mustn’t have sexual intercourse… but if you want to… you can get your willy out.”

“Lyra…”

“Dad… I can’t do what Mum did for you, but I can do things that you like. It’s alright… I’ll never tell anyone.”

As she stood up, I saw Lyra’s cotton knickers flash white up her miniskirt. She walked to the back of her chair, nudging it towards me. When she returned to her seat, our knees were almost touching. Although my daughters’ bare legs were pressed firmly together, I could see a small white triangle up her short pleated school skirt.

“Dad… do you…” Lyra’s voice quivered nervously.

She whispered, “Dad… sinop escort do you want to masturbate?”

I stared at my daughters knees; her legs were trembling slightly. Again, silence prevailed.

Slowly and deliberately, I grasped the belt on my bathrobe. Lyra watched intently as my erect penis tented my robe, springing up and down uncontrollably. I unfastened my bathrobe and exposed my cock to my daughter.

Lyra gasped audibly, staring fixedly at my erection.

Taking my hard cock in my hand, I gently rubbed my foreskin up and down over the engorged head while she watched.

Her legs noticeably shaking, Lyra parted her knees… just a little. She whispered, “Do you want to look up my miniskirt, Dad?”

“Yes… please.”

My daughter slowly opened her legs, showing her white knickers up her skirt, and I had a wank in front of her.

Again, it was Lyra who spoke first. “I know you like miniskirts, Dad. I’ll wear a miniskirt whenever you want.”

I wanked my cock, staring up her school skirt. I wanted to feel up her legs.

Lyra whispered, “Dad… does it feel naughty masturbating in front of your daughter?”

She understood that it excited me when she used that word.

“Yes,” I whispered.

I longed to say dirty things to her. “Lyra… do you masturbate? When you go to bed, do your finger yourself?”

She replied quietly, “Yes Dad… I masturbate.”

I was so worked up, “Tell me about when you masturbate, Lyra.”

She thought for a few moments. “Every night in my bed, I think about sexy things… and I masturbate myself. I’ve tried toys, but I like masturbating with my fingers. I masturbate every night, Dad. Is that too much? Do you think I masturbate a lot?

My cock tingled; glistening pre-cum gathered at the tip. I knew I could orgasm at any moment, but I held back.

“Don’t stop,” I gasped.

She continued, “Sometimes when you’re at work, I go on the internet and I masturbate to porn. I watch videos of men wanking their big cocks… and I masturbate.”

As was often the case, Lyra’s nervousness resulted in her talking continuously, “Dad, there were lots of girls in school uniforms on your DVD… do you like my school clothes?”

Sweat beading my forehead, I nodded, hopelessly lost for words.

Lyra spoke softly, “Dad, is there anything special you’d like me to do?”

I swallowed heavily, “Lyra… yes… I… I want to have full sex with you… I want to put my cock up your school skirt and fuck you without a condom. Lyra… I want to spunk in you.”

At that moment to my shock and abject bewilderment, a gigantic hairy fist punched through the living room ceiling sending shattered laths and fractured masonry crashing to the floor, enveloping Lyra and me in a snowstorm of powdery white plaster. From somewhere high above our heads, a deep booming voice thundered,

“You’ve blown it, Sunshine.”

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Part Two.

I guess it was when the NASCAR races came to the State raceway that I figured that maybe I was some kind of freak, like I couldn’t get my Montoya T-shirt over my tits no matter how hard I tried, and my jacket wouldn’t get done up neither.

“Hell if you can’t wear guy clothes we best get you girlified,” Dad said as he pulled out my ass as I ate breakfast.

“Gee Harry, I wish I could ass fuck and eat waffles at one time,” my big sister Rhoda said.

“I wish I could pee without spending a half hour a strapping my cock back up,” I replied.

“Old Sam Regis could have that thing right off of you in no more than a half hour.” Mom suggested, “Though maybe those Lesbians would miss it.”

“I guess I’ll have to put up with it.” I agreed.

“I guess,” Momma replied, “What those Lesbos see in you that’s what I can’t figure.”

“You wanna poke,” I asked, “Then maybe you can figure it out?”

“I guess, but I ain’t paying,” Mom said.

“Hell you pay half price like anyone else family,” I telled her flat. “Otherwise you don’t get poked.”

She weren’t paying so I went to work, but Mom shut up shop mid morning and she took me down town to Wal Mart where she gotten me fixed up with some girly stuff, likes fancy bras and girly panties and girly tops that went around my tits and stuff and then when I was fixed she got me a wig from the five and dime and she said I looked like a real girl.

I figured I looked more like a cheap whore, hell I got a woody just looking at myself in the mirror, and I busted the buckle on my cock strap I got so turned on.

Mom took me down town to a shack down by the rail yard where Gerry Frankel had his porno emporium where he sold rubber cocks and dildos and all that stuff. Mom strode right in and asked “You got a steel cock cage only Harry keeps busting the straps on the regular one,” she asked.

Gerry was a genuine homo what wore a tight leather vest and denim pants so tight you could see his appendix scar and varicose veins and he had a scar from Vietnam, turned out he crashed a moped into road sign when he took a vacation there, other than that he was a regularly ugly guy .

“Right,” Gerry agreed, “That must be a mighty strong prong you got there girl.”

I looked around but seems he meant me, “Yeah,” I agreed

“You wanna poke my ass with it?” he asked.

“No way I ain’t no Homo,” I told him.

“Look my Harrie is a professional cock girl he ain’t no homo,” Mom said with a wink.

“Right, I’ll give you a genuine silver plated brass cock cage and twenty dollars to try that prong.”

he offered.

“Condomised and Fifty?” Mom tried.

“Sure!” he agreed.

“Momma I can’t get no cock stand for poking a Homos ass!” I insisted.

“Hell girl look in the mirror.” she said, and she fished a make up mirror from her purse.

Wow, there was this blonde with DD tits all pushed up in a red designer brassiere with this white satin blouse and short leather skirt over suspenders and fishnet stockings,it never registered it was me and do you know that buckle busted again as my cock reared.

“Get your pants down Gerry he’s hard,” Mom said, but it turned out as being as he was a genuine Homo he had a zipper inn the ass of his pants so he un-zippered the back of his pants instead and bent over the shop counter.

Mom grabbed me by the cock and shoved a condom on me and pushed me forward so as I shoved right into him, “Fuck you’re busting me in half!” he wailed.

“Get out of there,” Mom said, and she hauled me out and chucked away the condom and shoved a clean one on and then she just sat right on that counter pulled her great silk underpants down and guided me right up between her huge purple cunt lips and gripped my ass and pulled until I was buried ball deep inside her.

“Fuck your Momma,” Mom told me.

“How long you want?” I asked.

“Till you cum,” she said.

“Hell what fool time is that, what you want?” I asked, “Miss Ellen likes three minutes like her eggs and Miss Timmins has the full hour.”

“You choose when you cum?” Gerry asked as he shoved lotion up his torn ass hole.

“Sure, don’t everyone?” I asked.

Gerry just looked at Mom and Mom looked real shocked.

“You want a health warning on that,” Gerry said, “Hell I takes eight inches all the time but that hurt!”

“Five minutes,” Mom gasped so I humped and poked around for around four minutes thirty then gave her my best shot, well as I figured it she was my Mom kırşehir escort so I owed her.

I hauled out, course the condom was busted, but hey Mom wasn’t having no more kids, old Ma Robinson seed to that with a red hot poker straight after young Ephraim was born and Dad had to give him to the orphanage because he was ugly, I guess they really wanted a cash donation but when this young guy asked for donations Dad just hauled Ephraim out the baby buggy and donated him right then and there outside the Mayor’s office.

“Gee Harrie, you kept that prong a good secret.” Mom said.

“It only growed since I been doing ass whoring,” I told her.

Mom looked all bleary eyed, “Who in tarnation has the full hour?” she asked.

“Miss Timmins the school teacher.” I told her, “She would fuck more but you charge her by the hour.”

“Then why ain’t she whoring if she likes cock that much?” Mom asked.

“She’s a Lesbian, she only likes girl cock,” I told her, “She says you can’t get caught if you only has sex with a girl.”

Gerry was still trying to sooth his ass with lotion and Mom was wiping a pool of my cum off of the floor and the counter with her underpants when Miss Timmins and some Lesbian friends come right in.

“Harrie,” she says, “Why aren’t you whoring I need some cock?” she said like she was at school.

“Sorry Miss Timmins, I’ll get right on it,” I said and my tool he darned near stood up straight pushing my leather skirt a way up so as he was right out there in the breeze.

“Harrie please!” Miss Timmins said.

“Shame to waste it Amelia,” Eliza said as her eyes came out like saucers. “May I?”

“No I had the first appointment you stick that thing in me right now,” Miss Timmins, Amelia said.

“Yes Mam.” I said and I ripper her thin white cotton sundress right off of her tore her white cotton panties down and grabbed her under the arm and ifted her right up and sank her down on my prong.

Gerry barely had time to grab his camcorder and turn the CCTV on before I began fucking her just the way she liked, “Oh the floor Harrie,” he said, “Bend her over and poke her from behind,”

Hell I was supposed to be pleasuring her.

“Yes!” she said every time Gerry suggested something, “Cum in me Harriet quench my fires with your girl juice,” Amelia ordered.

“Hell that’s only forty eight minutes,” I protested.

“Cut!” said Gerry, “Can you do that again from.” I guess Gerry suddenly realised he wasn’t directing a porno.

“Yes, let me get a drink of water, maybe you could see to Eliza?” she asked.

Eliza was your typical school marm, blouse with about thirty buttons and buttoned to the chin, Black skirt, big blue pants over little white panties except she hauled that skirt up and her panties down and I’d swear her cunt was dripping as soon as she realised I was coming for her.

Amelia grabbed a cool bottle of Budweiser and Eliza just put one leg on the counter and showed me her hairy dripping cunt and I couldn’t help myself, I just shoved my meat in her, she was on fire already and pretty soon she was on fire so I gave her a bit of a squirt of my girl juice and she near passed out.

“Harrie you save some juice for me!” Amelia wailed, hell she was getting fat I thought, but she pushed Eliza aside and let me fuck right into her again.

“Oohh Harrie, that’s beautiful,” she said as my tits bounded up and down and banged against hers like a pair of lesbo’s fucking a double ended dildo.

“Ok cumshot all across her face!” Gerrry ordered.

“No way!” I said.

“Yes Oh yes everywhere in my mouth in my eyes in my hair!” Amelia wailed so I did whoosh. all my juice went spraying everywhere, in her hair and mouth and eyes, over her bag, her blouse, Gerry’s floor, Eliza, Gerry’s spanking porn magazines, the floor, the butt plug rack,I never knew a guy could cum so much.

“Oh!” Amelia gasped, “I guess the fantasy is better than the real thing,” she said “Yuck.” as she scooped sticky cum out of her long hair, “Harrie,” she said coyly, “You do know I’m having your child?” she asked.

“Ok,” I agreed.

“Hey,” Mom said, “Look you paid for that spunk, it ain’t my Harry’s fault,” Mom insisted.

“Ah but I paid for girl juice not boy juice,” Amelia explained said like she was serious.

“Look guys,” Gerry said, “You go argue back in your own whore house and let me get cleaned up ok.”

We went right back to our house, cept there was a queue and Rhoda was doing her best but she couldn’t do more than take a guy up her ass and one in front and suck another at one time.

I had to get back malatya escort to work, so I set the TV to sports and hunkered down to let the guys what were queueing ass fuck me, Amelia was real peeved, “Harrie speak to me!”

“Look I got a deal of ass fucking to get done, before I get time for jawing.” I explained, “Less you want’s to help out?”

“How about it Miss Timmins, you done any ass fucking?” Mom asked.

“No way!” she said, “It’s gross!”

“How you know when you ain’t tried,” Mom asked, “And what you going to do when the school throws you out for having a kid without no wedding?”

“Hell yes Miss Timmins,” I told her, “You just hitch your pants up and lie down by me then we can talk.”

“Forty dollars,” Mom said, “And Elmer only has a wiry little cock,”

We was jesting see but Amelia well she didn’t realise and afore I knew she had her dress up and knickers down and laid down aside me.

“Hell,” Mom said, “I guess I seed everything!”

Anyways Elmer he come in and he set to worming his prick up her ass but she was so tight he never got nowhere near getting his self in her ass but he still cum and he weren’t upset at all, “hell you wanna wash that spunk out your hair if your fixing on whoring Miss Timmins Ma’am” he said.

Amelia weren’t fixed for whoring, what with being a Lesbian and all that so she carried right on at school teaching and her belly swelled and swelled till principal Gefferies had to sack her, lest aways he tried but I went and saw him.

“What you want freak boy?” he asked as soon as I got inside.

“You sacked Miss Timmins,” I said.

“Had to,” he said.

“Just because she’s having my kid?” I asked.

“No because she’s been top of the porn video charts for two weeks straight,” he said, he saw I never had no idea, “You wanna see?” he asked.

“Sure,” I agreed, and he found the porn on his computer, it never looked like Amelia.

“Shit that’s the Homo fucking a , ah,” he said.

“Ain’t that illegal?” I asked, “Surely you can’t legally do that to a cow!”

“Wrong tape,” he said, “This one,” he said, well the kid never looked anything like eighteen what with her diaper and dolly, “Shit, anyway we trawled all through his porno file on the computer until we found me and Amelia, that shit Gerry Frankel done sold his security video to some on-line porno outfit and he made a mint.

“Shit!” I muttered, “Anyways whats doing porn got to do with teaching, anymore than you watching illegal porn has?”

“Nothing I guess,” he said, “You tell her to be in my office naked at nine on Monday, I mean in class at nine.”

“Sure,” I agreed, I’ll tell her.

“When you guys doing a sequel?” he asked, and that set me thinking. I went and saw Gerry Frakel, see I may have DD tits but I still pack a decent punch and pretty soon he figured one busted hand was more than enough and he split his money three ways and then he agreed to make a couple more pornos with Amelia and me, like a three way split on profits.

I went to see Amelia, she had this real nice old wooden house on the edge of town, I wore a long black shirt and nice cotton blouse instead of my Tranny Ho gear so’s I looked respectable, and she was real pleased she had her job back and mighty pissed about the Video.

“Principal Mercer said about a sequel?” I said.

“He can fuck right off,” she said, which sounded real strange cos she normally didn’t swear.

“Gerry made about a million from the last one,” I said.

She just stared, “You’re just aTranny homo ain’t you,” she accused.

“It’s what I do miss.” I said.

“I thought you was a girl with a cock.” she said, “I always dreamed I’d meet a girl with a cock that would love me.”

“Hell I always dreamed of meeting some girl stupid enough to let me fuck her ,” I said, “I never figured a girl would be stupid enough to pay me to fuck her.”

“I guess that makes me stupid.” she said.

“Hell no, not unless you wont make some more pornos with me.” I reassured her.

“Harrie you don’t need me,” she said.

“Sure I do,” I told her, “Seven month pregnant school teacher whores ain’t two a dollar,”

and we get a good deal like a three way split of Gerry’s half.

“That’s one eighty thousand each, on a million,” she said, “Harrie you got a deal!”

We done three videos, the last was spoiled when the baby started coming part way through but I just kept right on fucking her like the show has to go on, and then we got a call from a guy in LA.

“Look Harrie,” this guy said, “See trannys with eight inches solid is two a penny cos they get niğde escort their pricks done with silicon so’s they can use hormones for their tits but your’s is genuine, is that right?”

“Yeah,” I agreed.

“So why not lose the tits?” he said, “If you can hold a woody for an hour straight and then come like on that porn shop porno then hell boy we got work for you from now till, well, for ever.”

“Ok, I guess,” I said, “What about Amelia?”

“Well obviously she ain’t pregnant, will she do bondage or whipping?” he asked.

“Maybe,” I agreed.

“Then we’ll see you Thursday.” he said.

I had this huge row with Amelia, “But you can’t lose your tits!” she said, “I’m a Lesbian! I need a girl with a cock!”

“Hell Amelia, I’m a regular guy trapped in a woman’s body,” I explained, and she laughed.

“Oh my lord what a cliche,” she said, what in gods name is a cliche? I thought.

“Well, I don’t care they’re coming off,” I told her flat and I left her crying an went down to see Sam Regis.

Sam was outside his shack on account of it stunk too bad inside on account of the dead cow what he hadn’t gotten around to shifting, “You want bigger tits darlin'” he asked.

“Nope, I wanna be a regular porn star,” I said, “Can you do my tits like a guy?”

“Sure,” he said, “Is right now a good time? only it’s gonna rain later and it stinks in the shack on account I got a cow decomposing in there.”

I agreed and he damn near killed me, the tits was easy enough but he tried grafting some cow skin on to give me a hairy chest, man did that itch, anyway with eighteen times the legal dose of steroids and hormones and some other stuff I was ok until I god blood poisoning and Mom took me to State general Vets hospital where they looked after me real well.

I grew a beard, what with that and a chest full of cow hair and the effect of the steroids what made me sing deeper than Paul Robeson I went to see Amelia as soon as I got some proper guy clothes, Levis with bum cleavage and a check lumberjack shirt.

I knoked her door, she opened it and screamed, “No!” she said, “Oh my you’re all man!” she wailed.

“That’s the idea,” I said, “How’s about we practice for the porno shoot?”

“No, the deals off,” she said, but hey the hormones had kicked in, I grabbed her shoulders and hooked my thumbs in he dress and pulled. Her dress tore off real easy. “Stop don’t tear my panties,” she said, “Look I’ll get naked,”

“Too slow bitch,” I told her and I just rammed my tool up the side of her panties and buried it deep inside her, she was as dry as a rattlesnakes cave, so it hurt like hell, but then as I tried for a better grip I felt her tits against my chest fur and she sort of whimpered and her juices began to flow, so pretty soon we was fucking real easy.

“Harry,” she whispered after maybe an hour and a half, “I ought to feed our baby.”

“No we got making up to do,” I said.

“Harry, there’s real good tax breaks for married folk,” she said.

“Hell punters pay good money for Tit milk!” I said.

“I know,” she said, “Eli is due round at six for some draft and Evie Parkins has a quart every two days.”

“They suck Tit milk out of you?” I asked.

“Mmmm,” she said, “You want some?”

“You want some cock juice?” I asked.

“Please,” she agreed, so I shot her a goodly load.

That Amelia taught me to stick up to Mom and pretty soon I had everything I ever dreamed of, a sixty eight Mustang and a hound dog and a woman, not a stupid woman but a woman who took every drop of cock juice I could make and didn’t chide at fucking six hours a day on a web cam feed, and who let me fuck with her Lesbian friends when she was teaching class, and she never mentioned about my time as a tranny whore more than every couple of hours or so so I guess life’s perfect.

See even Lesbians like a decent eight inches of solid muscle up them every now and again, specially when they remembered back when I had tits and that sort of makes me an honorary girl. Saves them buying spunk from a sperm bank when they want’s a kid too, hell those west coast guys may have an IQ like over 100, but they don’t say what size cock they pack on the pamphlet do they? Hell who wants a kid what gets laughed at in the locker room?

Sometimes Amelia scoops my stuff right off her face and tits and bottles it and sells it on line and the IRS says we made nigh on two million dollars last year, what with the Web Cam subscriptions and Porno film rights and selling bottled spunk so I don’t need to do no ass fucking no more, and I chucked the ball cage away and most of the skirts and bras, though I still wear a skirt sometimes, but don’t tell no one because it looks kinda weird with my beard you know?

I still fuck Mom and Rhoda at Christmas and Thanksgiving just to show I care but if your looking to buy some of my time you’re out a luck, because now my ass is strictly for shitting through.

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It might not have happened if not for the tree. I say might not, because I like to think that some day it could have happened if the circumstances were right. Just not so soon, and not in such a way.

Soccer practice had finished later than usual, so I only had time to change my shoes before jumping on my bike and pedalling furiously, hoping to get home before I missed too much. Glancing up as I parked my bike at the rear of the house, I was pleased to see a wisp of steam escaping through the partially open bathroom window, and assured that mom was still taking her shower, before her usual evening at a single parents club she had started going to about a year and a half earlier.

She had been what turned out to be the trophy wife of a highly paid bank executive she fell in love with in her late teens. Unfortunately the marriage collapsed a few months later when she found out that he batted for the other side.

After he left to live with his lover – a window dresser at a high end department store – she discovered she was pregnant. To his credit, he voluntarily paid her a generous allowance, meaning she didn’t have to work, but the trauma of his betrayal destroyed any trust she had in men, so she devoted herself to raising me.

Years later, when she joined the single parents club, I had been so happy for her that she had finally found an outside interest, that I had actually encouraged her to go.

Then about six weeks ago, something happened that made me view her in a completely new light.

After training I had gone with a group of team mates to play pool at another guy’s house, picking up some beer and pizzas on the way. Before I knew it the clock said eleven thirty, and finishing my beer I said goodnight to the guys, and started the short ride home. When I was no more than twenty feet from the house, I detected a movement on the front porch, and my jaw dropped in amazement. Peering through the gloom I could just make out Mom leaning against the front door, holding her skirt up to reveal her pale thighs as she was fucked by a man I had never seen before.

As I watched, her breathless voice came clearly on the night air. “That’s nice. Keep it in me until you’re finished, I don’t want to have to wash cum out of my clothes.”

The guy gave three or four more thrusts then grunted. “That’s the way babe, take it all.”

As he withdrew I mounted my bike, and pedalled away quietly, my mind a whirl of conflicting emotions. Riding around the almost deserted streets, I thought hard about what I had witnessed. I had been happy that mom had a social life, but somehow it had never occurred to me that sex could be part of the equation.

There was no logical reason it shouldn’t be part of her life; after all, at only thirty eight it would be years before her sexual peak waned, but in my mind it wasn’t something my own mother did. The mothers of other guys, yes. My mom, no. As my mind revisited what I had seen, I suddenly found I was sporting an erection. Although I would never in a million years have thought of her in that way, I realised now that my overriding emotion was jealousy. Having seen her pale thighs spread wide, I began to wish it had been my cock inside her, rather than some nameless stranger. OK, so maybe he wasn’t a stranger to her, but he was to me.

The house was in darkness when I finally returned home, and with my boner leading the way I climbed the stairs to my room, where for the first time in my life, I lay jerking off to the mental image of me fucking my mom. I felt a little ashamed when a stream of cum splattered on my belly, but despite that, no sexual experience had ever felt so good. Not even the only time a girl – actually the sister of a team mate – had let me put my hand inside her sweater to feel her bare tits as she worked her hand up and down my cock.

Over the next week I couldn’t get the image of mom’s bare thighs out of my mind, to the point where I was dreaming up scenarios where I might get to see more than just her legs. In bed each night I lay stroking my boner and imagining the most improbable situations, which always resulted in me spraying my cum into her pussy, rather than on my belly, which was where it really landed. At first my most frequent fantasy mirrored the way I had first seen her on the porch, except that she came dancing into my room with her skirt held high, begging me to cum inside her, and not on her clothes. The only problem with this was that it was too similar to on the porch. I could see her thighs, but there was only an indistinct shadowed area where her pussy should be. This made me think seriously of ways I might see more, even if it was only catching her in her underwear.

When the opportunity arose it was totally unexpected. I was in the yard fixing a puncture in my bike, when a faint sliding sound made me look up. The elevated bathroom window had been opened a few inches, and I could hear mom humming as she prepared for her shower. I looked ruefully at karaman escort the narrow opening which was too high to see through, then a thought struck me. There was a large old apple tree about twenty feet from the house, and although my tree climbing days were far behind me, it seemed to good a chance to pass up.

Clambering carefully into the lower branches, I peered in through the window in time to see her naked back and shoulders as she shrugged out of her robe. That was all I saw that day, but it gave me the incentive to try again the next week.

This time I had a little more success. After staring for at least fifteen minutes through the six inch gap, I caught the briefest of glimpses of her firm bare breast, before she moved out of my field of view again. It wasn’t much, but it was more than I had ever seen, and certainly enough to send me scurrying to my room and jerking my rod until a sticky fountain arced towards the ceiling.

The next week was even better. The window was open maybe an inch wider, and it only took a couple of minutes to set my heart racing. Mom was standing at the washbasin, and although she was mostly hidden by the frosted glass, for more than minute I gazed adoringly at her right arm and at least two thirds of her breast, including her hard brown nipple. Needless to say, my right hand worked overtime for the next half hour or more.

Each week was better than the last, until I was finally rewarded with not only seeing her entire tit, but for more than three minutes I watched it jiggle enticingly as mom brushed her teeth. I knew that no matter how much I yearned to fondle the soft globes, it was only going to happen in my fertile imagination, so I was more than content with what little she inadvertently showed. I would have liked to see below her waist of course, but that too was impossible.

I was out of breath from the furious ride home from the delayed training session, and leaning my bike against the wall, I scrambled up onto my usual perch, and moments later I was treated to a perfect side view when mom stepped from the shower, and stood fondling her superb breasts as she gazed at her image in the mirrored front of the medicine cabinet on the wall. With my eyes firmly on her taut nipple, I waited to see if she turned to the washbasin under the window. I knew from previous experience that the window was only open enough to allow the steam to escape, which meant that I could only see one tit at a time, but that wasn’t top of my wish list right now. What I had been hoping for during my ride home, was that she would step back a pace allowing me to see past the washbasin, and hopefully catch a glimpse of her bush.

It was almost as if she was teasing me, because two or three times mom half turned to the window for an instant, moving away again before I could see anything. Undeterred, I tried to climb higher just in case, and disaster struck. My precarious foothold slipped, and with a shriek of terror I tumbled backwards towards the ground.

Mercifully my headlong plunge halted when my foot became jammed in the fork, and I was left dangling helplessly with my head only inches above the dirt. I cast a despairing glance at the window, where mom was staring through the now wide open window with a look of horror etched into her face. For just an instant I almost forgot my predicament in the excitement of seeing both of her wonderful tits front on for the first time, before she stepped back out of sight.

Moments later she crossed the grass towards me, fastening the tie of her short satin robe.

When she reached me she looked down with an amused smile. “Somehow Ben, I don’t think that’s quite the way Tarzan did it.”

Any smart remark I had died on my lips as I looked up. The hem of her robe was no more than a foot above my face, and I had a perfect unrestricted worm’s eye view of her slit, surrounded but not concealed by a neatly manicured bush. I groaned with embarrassment, knowing she couldn’t fail to notice the sudden bulge that threatened to split my shorts, but she merely stepped closer and grasped my trapped ankle. A second groan escaped me as I felt the softness of her stomach press against my rampant cock.

She stopped trying to free my foot and stepped back. “It’s harder than I expected.”

I nearly choked on the double meaning of her words, but what she said next half convinced me that our minds were on different paths. “I think if we take your shoe off it will be easier.”

“OK,” I agreed, “But take it easy, it’s a bit sore.” It wasn’t, but I wanted to enjoy the view as long as possible, and I sighed with pleasure as she pressed close again. Most likely it was wishful thinking on my part, but her pussy seemed to pout a little more, and her clit looked more prominent, and I looked hopefully, but in vain for any sign of moisture seeping from between the pink lips. On the pretext of trying to help, I wriggled my hips, rubbing my erection against kars escort her soft belly, hoping that if she noticed she would think of it as an unavoidable accident.

She seemed in no hurry to untie my shoelace, maintaining the close contact despite the gradually increasing movement of my hips, but eventually my foot slipped from my shoe and I tumbled to the ground, taking her with me, and her breath whooshed out as I landed on top of her. Her robe had opened partly, almost revealing her pussy again, and it only took me a moment to realise that if either of us moved more than a few inches in the wrong direction we could be in an almost perfect sixty nine.

The way mom suddenly tensed suggested that the same thought had occurred to her, but when she spoke her voice was tightly controlled. “I think you’d better get off me.”

I scrambled hastily to my feet, contriving to disturb her robe enough to expose her slit as I helped her up.

“Are you OK, mom?” I asked anxiously, hoping she hadn’t noticed.

She nodded and smoothed her rumpled robe. “Just a little winded. How is your ankle?” I put my weight on my foot and winced for effect. “Here, lean on me and let’s get you inside so I can take a look at it,” she said, putting my arm around her shoulders. Her breasts were soft and warm against my side, and I exaggerated my limp as we made our way into the house.

Pushing me onto the couch, she knelt and stripping off my sock, she rested my foot on her bare thigh as she gently rotated my ankle. “I feel a bit responsible for what happened,” she said quietly. “I knew from the start that you were spying on me. Maybe I should have nipped it in the bud and kept the bathroom window closed, but it amused me to tease you with half glimpses of my boobs.” She placed her hand just below her breasts, palm down. “Fortunately the window sill came to here, so you couldn’t see what my hands were doing.”

Under the circumstances it was totally the wrong thing for her to say, because with my foot already resting temptingly close to her barely concealed pussy, the mental image of what she implied was enough to send the blood surging back into my cock.

She looked at my growing bulge for a moment, then rose and sat beside me, leaving a respectable space between us. Afraid to break the silence, I sat looking at her, pleased to see her nipples stiffen into hard points against the thin fabric of her robe.

After a long silence, she sighed nervously. “As I said, it was as much my fault as yours that you fell, so if you want a closer look I won’t stop you.”

Barely able to believe what she was saying, I moved closer and opened the top of her robe to stare at her superb breasts, the tight nipples framed by her wide brown areolae. Unable to resist, I reached and placed my palm over one firm globe, but she shook her head almost imperceptibly. “I said you could look. I didn’t say you could touch.”

She didn’t sound too convinced, so I took a chance and cupped its twin. “You didn’t say I couldn’t touch either,”

“Perhaps not,” she sighed, “but…”

I sensed her indecision, and stroked my palms firmly across her stiff nipples. All resistance seemed to flow out of her, and she leaned back without further protest as I fondled her tits and teased the tight buds.

“Oh god.” Her breath hissed out between her clenched teeth as I took her nipple between my lips and sucked urgently.

I could feel her heart hammering in her chest, and suddenly she slouched further to the edge of the couch and parted her thighs. “Feel my pussy,” she urged, laying the flat of her palm on my shorts over my erection. When I hesitated she took my hand from her tit and pushed it between her legs. Partly because I was nervous about stroking my own mother’s pussy, or perhaps because I was too eager to please her, I pushed into her a little too roughly, but she grasped my hand again and patiently guided my fingers to her clit. Her breathing deepened as I caressed the swollen button, and she slipped her hand into the waistband of my shorts.

Maintaining a firm grip on my prick, she moved her hips in time with my probing fingers, as I explored the moist folds of her snatch, but just when she seemed about to peak, she pushed my hand away. “Stop!”

I groaned in frustration as she rose from the couch, but my frustration was short lived. Bending at the waist, she jerked my shorts off and stripped off her robe. “I’ve got to have it in me,” she muttered, holding my rigid tool upright, and moving astride my hips.

I watched entranced as her pussy descended on my cock, until I was buried in the depths of her wet velvet sheath. “Oh yes!” she breathed, rocking gently to scrub her clit against my pubes.

Lifting my hands to her swaying breasts, she began to move up and down, moaning softly as her cum coated my shaft. Although I enjoyed her hard nipples boring into my palms, I was unable to tear my gaze from her wet pouting kıbrıs escort pussy as she fucked me, both of us gasping in unison with each downward plunge. Her teeth were bared as her climax peaked, and my own orgasm was close.

“I’m almost there mom,” I warned as my shaft started to twitch.

“Do it!” she gasped, bouncing faster. “Don’t stop now! Let it go! Fill me!”

Her pussy walls tightened around my rod, and with a shuddering groan I shot a torrent of thick cum into her clenched cunt.

“God, I needed that,” she panted as she climbed off, cum dripping from her well fucked hole.

She sat silently for a while, absently playing with her nipples, then she reached for my limp dick. “I don’t know what made this so hard when you were hanging in the tree, but I’m glad it it did.”

I didn’t dare tell her that I had looked up her robe, because I was pretty sure that she believed I had only seen what she intended me to see through the window. I saw no need for either of us to justify what had happened, or why, but she seemed to think so, so I merely smiled. “Me too.”

“When I saw it I couldn’t resist pressing against it to tease you,” she continued as if I hadn’t spoken. “The problem was I was teasing myself more, and by the time we came into the house, the only thing on my mind was how to get you inside me. To tell the truth, I enjoyed flashing you through the window. I mean every woman likes to be admired, so I could do it and let you think it was an accident. Women and men are different in the way they see things. For a woman to show her breasts doesn’t have to be sexual, but for men to look at them they can only think of them in one way. That’s why I didn’t mind you seeing mine. It amused me and it pleased you so we were both winners.

“Like everyone the very thought of fucking my son filled me with horror, but when I saw you get hard, and felt it pressing against me so close to .. well you know where .. it no longer seemed such a bad thing, and I stopped caring what anyone else thought.”

Her use of the ‘f’ word surprised me, because I had never heard her use bad language, but I ignored it. When she remained silent for a while longer, I looked at the clock, and then at her sticky pussy. “What time do you have to go out? You may want to clean up first.”

Her eyes followed the direction of mine, and she giggled. “You’re right. I suppose it is a bit messy. Be right back.”

I watched her delightful bottom as she headed for the stairs, and minutes later the toilet flushed, and I heard the sound of running water. When she rejoined me, she sat sideways on the couch, one bent leg raised with her foot flat on the cushion.

“You know, Ben,” she said, tickling my thigh with her toes. “I don’t have to go out. If you prefer, I can make dinner, then if you want to you can put it in me again. In fact I think I would like that more.” She tugged at her nipples again and opened her legs wider as though in emphasis, and I nodded eagerly.

She seemed totally at ease with her nudity, making me feel silly as I stood in only my soccer shirt, with my limp dick dangling as I watched her in the kitchen. Stripping it over my head, I moved alongside her, enjoying the jiggling of her boobs as she worked.

She smiled indulgently when I tweaked her nipple. “You’ll have plenty of time for that later,” she admonished, turning away. “Let’s eat first, then you can play with them to your heart’s content.”

Dinner was a hastily thrown together scrambled eggs, which I wolfed down without tasting, and without taking my eyes from her enticing globes. When we finished eating, she dumped the dishes into the sink, and seizing my hand led me towards the stairs.

In her room, I moved close and cupped her breasts from behind, pulling her tightly to me. “That’s nice,” she murmured, covering my hands with hers, and pressing her bottom against my erection.

Steering her to the bed, I eased her down and lay beside her. Slowly and gently I kissed her from head to toe, loitering on her nipples. The perfume of her body wash lingered on her pubes, and I slipped a finger into her slit as I moved down one leg and up the other. By the time I returned to her pussy the body wash had been overwhelmed by the much more appealing scent of her arousal, and parting the pouting lips I probed for her clit with my tongue.

My first ever taste of pussy juice was intoxicating, and I licked greedily, probing and teasing as mom’s hips rose to push against my face. Abruptly she seized my head with both hands and urged me over her.

“Fuck me Ben,” she gasped, wrapping her legs and arms around me to force my cock into her hungry snatch. Her pussy was so snug around my thrusting tool that I felt sure that the one time I had seen her being fucked she had done it on impulse, rather than to routinely reward the man for a pleasant evening like some women did. It made me feel good to think that, rather than giving in to virtually any man who showed an interest, she only fucked when she genuinely wanted a cock inside her cunt, and I thrust more vigorously, hoping to give her a climax she would never want to forget.

She responded instantly, clinging tight and straining up to meet me until we subsided in a deluge of mingled cum.

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The fear of erectile dysfunction consumed my thoughts as I turned forty. My wife – Katie – laughed it out as mid-life crises. I found myself more amorous than ever in my life. News anchors were turning me on. Katie kept up with my advances and there were many a happy endings. I found myself discreetly stroking down trousers over my erection in public places – trains, restaurants, and theaters – smiling to the thoughts of being a potential model for Viagra or Cialis (only without the pills). I wanted more! I loved Katie and family, I wanted more!

At first, I was afraid to raise the topic. At the most inopportune moment, lying next to my exhausted wife with her vaginal fluids on my face, I blurted out “Is it okay for me to get turned out by…”

I did not complete my sentence, she spontaneously uttered “Oh God, Yes! Yes! I am not able to keep up with your demands. I was going to suggest you look for a discreet partner.”

My hands circle her in an embrace and my lips fell on hers as she tasted her own pussy on my lips. She felt my erection against her thighs and giggled “You horny bastard!! – Be discreet about it – you have a family, kids, and jobs.”

I hugged her tighter “I love you more now than ever.”

Empowered with the approval, I looked for opportunities to flirt.

Then it happened, the first woman whom I encountered intimately – her older Sister Sarah. She was in her mid-40s then, a couple of years older than me, visiting us for thanksgiving. The minute she walked into the house that Wednesday morning, Katie whispered “Happy Thanksgiving” and she winked at me.

Sarah did not look a day older since I first saw her. Divorced with no kids, she visited us each year for thanksgiving. Sarah is about 5ft 5, brunette, kilis escort about 175 lbs., breast cupped bigger than Katie and a curvy body. I was hard on seeing her and it got harder with my Katie’s approving wink.

As we took turns to welcome hug, mine was longer, warmer, and I drew her closer to plant a kiss on her cheeks. She felt my hands move up and down her back. My erect crotch pressed against her thighs.

After our hug, she stepped back – “You are happy to see me – aren’t you.”

Katie replied – “You will find out – how much later.”

That evening, kids were at their friends place. Katie joined Sarah her in the guest room. I, in my white T and blue boxer shorts, settled down in front of the TV flipping cable channels. I could hear the sisters laugh, and at times giggle like school girls.

After a while, Katie yelled out “Honey, can you refill our wine?”

I entered the room with the Pinot Noir, and immediately noticed the two sisters sprawled on the bed. I could tell that Sarah had one too many drinks.

Katie rose up to give me a thank you hug and as she did – she whispered – “if you seduce her, she is yours tonight.”

She continued to place her lips on mine and grabbed me close to her. I could tell she was leading me on. I placed the bottle on the night stand and my hands reached out to cup Katie’s ass. We heard Sarah say – “Do you need privacy?”

Katie looked into my eyes challenging me to bed her sister.

I looked at Sarah, reaching out to her glass refilled it with the Pinot. She had a glazed steamy look.

I turned to Katie – “Gosh you look so much alike”.

Katie encouraging me “We also have the same likes and dislikes” and I promoted kırklareli escort “Same taste in men I hope.”

Sarah – “Really Guys!!”

Before she could say anything I bend down and placed my mouth on hers and rolled my tongue into hers tasting the Pinot on her. Katie was moving too, she held Sarah’s head and slowly slipped her robe down her shoulders exposing her silky white lingerie covered body.

I moved back a bit and exclaimed “I want you Sarah”.

Things were moving too fast for her, her hands above her shoulders and my hands on her breasts over her lingerie and she looked at her sister as Katie’s hands moved between her legs. I sat back for less than two seconds and dropped my white T to the floor. Katie raised her sister’s lingerie up to her waist and she off white panties came to light.

“STOP!!” Sarah yelled out startling us.

We stopped and sheepishly looked at her. She stood up on the bed and said “let me make it easy for all of us”. In less than five seconds she stood stark naked in front of us. A neatly trimmed triangle over her knobby clit and WOA!! – A pierced clit. She looked at us and said – “Your turn”.

Katie pulled down my shorts. On my knees, my trimmed thick cock stood erect. Sarah stepped closer and I inhaled her scent of her vagina stroking her pierced clit sucking the ring into my mouth. I felt her hands holding onto the back of my head and she sighed with each stroke of my tongue up and down her wet cunt.

I suddenly felt a warm wet mouth enveloping the head of my now thick throbbing cock and sucking me in slowly and gently. I was as hard as I ever was. Sarah wanted me in. She stepped back and lay on the bed and said “Be gentle, it has been a karabük escort while”. She looked at my hard jerking cock and Katie exclaimed – “Isn’t it magnificent”.

I moved quickly raised her legs over my shoulders and gently pulling her pierced clit ring. Sarah swooned. Katie said “Wait, I want to capture this moment “. She ran out. Sarah closed her eyes sighing and I continued to stroke her. Katie returned with her Cannon digital camera.

Sarah was wet and inviting. I parted her vagina and exposing her pink lips, tapped my hard cock at her entrance. Her eyes opened and she let out an involuntary soft moan as she felt my cock move into her. I moved in slowly and my hands held her breasts firmly. She softly moaned as I penetrated her lips. “Slow, please be gentle “she begged.

Katie “You like that don’t you – you horny whore – you like my husband’s cock in you”. We heard a soft “mmmm! Mmmmm!!” I got excited with Katie’s dirty talk. I began to push in and pull out. Katie stopped shooting the video and reaching out under Sarah’s ass “I know what you like” and pushed her right thumb into Sarah’s tight ass.

Sarah squirmed and body tightened, her hips raised and my thick hard cock slipped out as Sarah squirted her orgasm onto me and the bed. Katie laughed – “Old habits die hard eh Sis!” Katie reached out holding my cock in both her hands and began to work her hands up and down my muscle hard and fast “Let’s see what you got”

Sarah saw me close my eyes. Katie ordered her sister, “You better be ready to swallow…” I felt my cock being sucked again, and I grunted out loud and jerked out my hot cum multiple times , still feeling the tight grasp of my balls and the hands over the thick muscle. Katie softly whispered “I love you”.

As I opened my eyes, I saw Sarah slowly releasing my cock from her mouth. I mouthed a silent thank you.

She smiled and I saw her throat move as she gulped down my cum “Taste’s better than the Pinot.”

Katie exclaimed “Ewww!!”

We spontaneously laughed and fell into a group hug.

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Being in the military is not always the easiest life there is. While I’m not enlisted myself, I’m the wife of a military person and, just ask around, the life can be pretty good, then pretty bad when your spouse gets deployed.

It does help to have family around and in one way I was lucky, my husband’s father was single, his parents divorced years ago, and when Jack was deployed, he asked his dad, David, to move in with us.

It was fine with me, his dad is a really nice man, mid-forties, and is even more handy around the house than my husband.

Jack was going overseas for a short stint, a training mission, just three months, so it wasn’t really too bad. But, he asked his dad to come and stay which was fine with me. He’s an interesting man and very nice to be around.

He was here two days when, thinking he was out of the house, perhaps gone for a walk, I opened his bedroom door and, well, of course, there he was on his bed, pants off, shorts around his ankles, doing exactly what you’re imagining.

“Oh, sorry, David,” I blurted and pulled the door closed as he pulled the covers up.

Shit, I thought, I should have realized that the door might have been closed for a reason.

After a while, I heard him come out and he finally came in the kitchen where I was.

It was really uncomfortable and confusing but I had the courage to say, “Sorry, David, I should have knocked, it was really my fault. I realize you need your privacy and I’m really sorry.”

He did look a bit ashamed and asked, “Just don’t tell Jack about it, please, Erin, okay?”

“Oh, I’d never do that, it was something that happened between you and me and it was my fault, no reason to ever involve Jack. I’m just so sorry, I hope you’re not upset with me.”

“Oh, no, sweetheart, no, I know it was an accident and, well, it’s just a bit embarrassing, that’s all.”

“Maybe we need to find you a girlfriend, David, you know, someone to satisfy those needs,” I said, half-jokingly.

“Well, it has been about three years since the last time I had any help like that. Rather miss that, I do,” he replied, grinning.

We went on to other things as I continued getting our dinner prepared, he helped as well, and after we watched some television, we each went off to bed.

I was trying to read a book when my mind kept going back to the afternoon. Three years. Three years without a woman. Poor man. That’s a long time. I’d be crazy by then. I start masturbating when I’ve gone two days without sex. Hell, I masturbate even when I’m getting it every day.

And he was so nice. And nice-looking. Three years without a woman’s hand on him, on the cock I glimpsed him stroking this afternoon.

I lay there thinking about him when I realized that I had my hand down in my panties, legs open, softly rubbing myself. Then I began reliving those moments I saw him stroking his cock and I pressed two fingers up into me.

As my body shook and trembled in orgasm, I saw his hand jerk away from his cock, leaving it just for an instant, standing there, hard, excited, ready.

Afterward, I lay there, a little perspiration on my upper lip, my breathing heavy, as the pleasure swept over me, knowing what I wanted, what I wanted to do.

So, as we sat together in the kitchen the next morning, I looked up at him, gathered up my courage and asked him, “David, I mentioned yesterday that I thought you needed a girlfriend.”

“Yes, I remember, but haven’t done much about it,” he chuckled.

“Well, I want you to know that I wasn’t necessarily a little angel before I met Jack. So, don’t think that I’m some little virgin. And…well, I’d like to offer to help you feel satisfied over the next three months if you’d let me.”

There I said it.

He sat there slowly stirring his coffee, looking down at it.

“I don’t know what to say, Erin. That’s probably the loveliest thing anyone has ever said to me,” and he looked up at me with a beautiful, warm smile and reached over to cover my hand with his.

“I just don’t know how any man could turn away such a beautiful woman as you,” and he leaned over and kissed me. I opened my lips and he slipped his tongue into gebze escort my mouth as my heart began to race.

“Shall we go back to your room and finish what you were doing yesterday?” I asked.

“I’d love that so much,” he said softly and I stood, took his hand and led him back to his room. He was in his robe which I untied and took off. He stood there looking a bit dazed at it all as I knelt and pulled his boxers to the floor.

Goodness, I thought, how nice, as I looked at the lovely cock standing right in front of me. I reached up and held it, it was nice and firm, and leaned forward to slip my lips around the head and suck up and down. I did that for a minute, then pulled my mouth off, making sure I left him good and wet then laid him down on the bed, sat next to him and jacked his saliva-covered cock.

I was rubbing his abdomen with one hand as I stroked him with my other. His hand was on my thigh as I sat cross-legged next to him. I almost wanted him to move it up but just couldn’t bring myself at that stage to encourage it.

“Mmm, mmm, oh, Erin, mmm, that feels so good, you’re so wonderful, mmm,” he moaned as I went on. I was thirteen when I did this the first time, now I’m twenty, seven years later, maybe fifteen guys, maybe a few more, I’ve really never kept track, though a friend of mine, Cindy Glasser, I know she used to brag that she kept a list of every boy and how many times she’d jacked each one and when we graduated high school, it was something like sixty-three boys for two thousand, seven hundred and something times. I wonder if she had calluses? But she did just about any boy who asked her.

Now I was masturbating my father-in-law. He lay there with his eyes closed, a smile on his face, I was so happy to be pleasing him, he was really such a nice man.

“Oh, Erin, mmm, oh, that feels so good, mmm, mmm, uh, UH, UH, uh, mmm, mmm, oh, so good, thank you, Erin, you’re so nice to me, thank you,” he groaned as his cum spurted up out of his cock onto his stomach and abdomen and my wrist. I leaned over and licked the last bit oozing up out from the slit on the end of his cock, then reached over and pulled some tissues out of the box next to his bed and cleaned us up.

“That was so nice of you, Erin, so sweet and considerate. I wish I could do something for you, I would if you want.”

I leaned over and kissed him softly and told him that was okay, I’d be fine and I was glad he felt better, then left him in bed.

Of course, the truth was, it did turn me on and I had no other outlet but my own fingers which I used a little later in the day and, again, after I went to bed.

So, again, the next morning, as we were finishing breakfast, I asked him, “Would you like for me to take care of your friend there?” as I reached over and patted him right next to his cock.

“Oh, Erin, I really don’t want to be a bother, I’ll be fine,” he protested.

“Come on, I don’t mind, it’ll do you good,” and I pulled him up and led him down to his room, removed his robe, pulled off his boxers and laid him down.

“My, I was right, you need some looking after with this,” as I took his hard cock in my hand and began to stroke.

“Well, Erin, such a beautiful woman in my presence, well, you can’t blame me for being hard.”

“That’s sweet, David, let’s see if this helps,” and I dropped my robe from my shoulders and pulled off the tee that I usually wear to bed.

“Oh, Erin, you are so beautiful,” he gasped as I bent over and took him in my mouth for a minute sucking him, then raised up, leaving him wet with my saliva to lubricate his cock as I masturbated him.

He was looking up at me as I stroked and in a minute, I reached down with my other hand, took his hand and brought it to my breast.

His fingers began to flex and knead my breast as I stroked him up and down for the second time now. This time we were a little more relaxed and accustomed to one another in this new way and as his thumb rubbed over my nipple, I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter.

“Mmm, oh, Erin, mmm, god, that feels good, you are so wonderful, just perfect.”

My hand was getting dry so gümüşhane escort I bent back over and sucked him to get him wet again and was just about to pull back up leaving his cock nice and wet when his body tensed and suddenly his cum began spurting into my mouth.

Well, it was hardly the first time I’d had that happen. The first time was Todd Spence. I don’t even want to say how old I was, just let it be said that I hadn’t entered high school.

How was it, the first suck I’d ever given a boy? I loved it. I was one of those girls who loved the feel of a dick in their mouth. Especially one that started out a bit soft so I could feel how hard and rigid I was making it. And, when the cum starts filling my mouth, oh, man, it turns me on so much. I’ve even cummed myself from it. To make a guy feel so, so good just with my mouth…well, I love it.

This time, however, it was unintentional though seeing how it made him feel, not regretted.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Erin, I didn’t mean to do that, it just happened so quickly, I couldn’t help it, sorry,” he blurted out and I bent over and kissed him and told him it was all right as I slipped down next to him so we could hold each other.

“I’m not upset, David, please don’t think that. Actually, it was probably nicer for you that way.”

“Well, I’d be less than honest if I said I didn’t enjoy it.”

“If that’s what you like, I can do that for you when you need it. I’d be happy to,” and I kissed him once again, this time with my tongue.

We lay there in each other’s arms, kissing a little, just mostly quiet.

“It seems a shame that you aren’t getting much out of this, Erin. I’m in heaven when we’re like this and you, well, you just don’t get much from it I suppose.”

“Well, I do enjoy making you feel good. That I do like. And, well, yes, I do run down my vibrator at night. It’s rechargeable and I hate it when it runs down.”

Then, he lay there, his lips near my ear as I heard him whisper, “My tongue doesn’t run down, it just goes as long as you want.”

Those words caused a rush of juices to my pussy, they just flooded me. I lay there unable to say a word, engulfed in lust, wanting my body to glory in the release of an orgasm, an orgasm brought about by another person, not some artificial device. I lay there, warm and comfortable, holding my naked father-in-law to me, my bare breasts against his naked chest, oh, it felt good.

I lay there quite and serene and soon, unexpectedly, was fast asleep.

How long I was asleep, I’m not quite sure. I do remember fluttering my eyes open and seeing my father-in-law looking into my eyes. Then, I realized that he was naked, still naked after I’d sucked him off.

“Oh, I must have drifted off, oh, sorry, David.”

“It’s been wonderful holding you like this, Erin, just wonderful,” and he leaned forward and kissed me. He kept his tongue in his mouth but it was a sexy kiss, at least it was sexy to me. I was in a naked man’s arms, my bare breasts pressed against his chest, I moved my hand down and there it was, hard, ready, all erect again.

“I’m afraid I’ve rather made you horny again. I’m really sorry.”

“I’m not, it’s rather wonderful really.”

“Well, I should help you with it, after all, I think I may have caused it.”

“But that doesn’t help you out, Erin.”

“Oh, I’ll be fine,” I joked, “as long as my batteries don’t run out.”

His hand came up onto my breast and began softly caressing it. I did nothing to stop it, it was wonderful, actually.

“I stand by my offer, Erin, I’d love to make you happy. You’ve made me very happy,” he said and kissed me again, his hand still fondling my breast.

I didn’t want to stop, I didn’t want to get up and go shower, I just wanted to lay there with him as he caressed my breasts.

Then I reached down and took his cock back into my hand. It was hard, ready.

“I think I’ll take you up on your wonderful offer,” I whispered as I leaned in and tongued his mouth.

I rolled onto my back and pulled down my panties and tossed them in the corner. He got up as I spread open for him and said, “Erin, you are izmir escort so beautiful, just incredible,” and bent down to kiss me between my legs. Then, oh, then, his tongue began to lap up and down sending shivers through me.

His tongue lapped all around underneath me, he was taking his time to get to my pussy, where I so wanted him to lick and tongue, I felt he was teasing me, arousing me further and further. I was already horny as hell, I’d been handling his lovely cock, sucking it, and that always gets my pussy hot. So, I was really wanting him on my labia.

But, no, he was all up and down along side my pussy lips, then wiping his tongue across my clit, making me jump each time, oh, he was driving me into an intensity of passionate frenzy like I’d never felt before. He was magnificent between my legs. I was consumed by my craving for the feelings he was giving me.

“Oh, David, please, my pussy, please get to my pussy,” I cried and his tongue slid over my labia and pressed inside flicking up and down.

“OH, OH, OOH, OOH, UUUH, UUUH, UNH, UNH, MMM, MMM, oh, uh, mmm, god, that was so good, oh, I’m just…oh, so good, mmm,” and I pulled him up to me and kissed and kissed his wet face. I was in heaven.

I don’t know if it was the best orgasm I’d ever had but it was up there close. I almost think it blinded me for a moment it was that powerful. I reached down and pulled him up over me and hugged him to me.

My legs were more or less together but I could feel his cock against me; I widened and his legs dropped down between me as I put my legs up around his back, offering him my pussy. Yes, I wanted my father-in-law to fuck me.

“I want you, David, inside me,” I moaned as I pulled him tight. He moved his hips a bit and I felt him push as he entered me, I was so slippery inside, so wet, so aroused, he just pushed up into me, filling me so wonderfully.

“Mmm, oh, so nice, yes, mmm,” I moaned as he began moving in and out.

“Oh, Erin, it’s been so long, mmm, this is wonderful, you are so good, so tight, mmm, I’m so happy we’re doing this.”

“I am, too, David. I first started to help you out, make you feel good, then, well, then I wanted it, too, I wanted to feel good and now I do. Yes, it’s wonderful. I want you in my bed, David, I want you sleeping with me.”

“That would be wonderful, just wonderful. I just don’t know what you say, Erin, this is all so wonderful. I never intended it, well, after all, Jack, well, I know…”

“Let’s just be happy for each other, all right? We have each other to help us get through this lonely time,” I whispered.

“Yes, you’re right, yes, I want us to be together like this while we can.”

I had my legs up over him as he raised himself up and took me by my ankles and held my legs up and open as he slowly lowered his cock down into me, then, pushed and held himself inside me, pressing as I moved under him, oh, god, it felt so good, the tip of his cock reaching new places deeply inside. Then, slowly back up, almost coming out, then back in again. Just slowly over and over.

Every time he pushed down deep, it was setting off all kinds of waves of intense pleasure that washed all throughout my body.

“Oh, god, push hard, mmm, oh, that feels so good, keep doing it, David, mmm, it’s gonna…oh, OH, OH, UUH, UUH, UNH, UNH, mmm, mmm, oh, yes, mmm, oh, fuck me, David, fuck me, don’t stop,” I choked out, just overcome with passion and pleasure.

And my wonderful father-in-law did just what I asked, he kept fucking me on and on until he had a huge orgasm, then collapsed over me, still deep inside, as we kissed and kissed.

“Oh, that was wonderful, David. I think we both needed that,” I said smiling up at him.

In a few minutes, he pulled out of me, I think reluctantly for both of us, and lay there next to me as we slowly kissed and enjoyed one another in this new, wonderful way.

He had such a relaxed, easy way with sex, it was so enjoyable and comfortable, that coupled with his ability to take me to the heights of sexual passion, I was living the most sex-filled, satisfied life I’d ever experienced.

We slept together for the rest of the time, having sex when we woke up, then after lunch, followed by a brisk romp in bed later each night.

And that’s how it started. Now, he’s fifty-eight, it has been fourteen years now since his lovely cock first entered me and we’ve fucked thousands of times, it just gets better. It’s our little secret.

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Sherry laid in her bed masturbating, after having jerked off Jacob three times. She was completely turned on and couldn’t stop thinking about how happy he looked when she left him. She gave herself a wonderful, well deserved orgasm and then had a deep, peaceful night of sleep.

In the morning she started her usual routine, which was to make coffee and then wake up Jacob to get him in the shower before making them both breakfast, and then sending him off to school.

She walked into his room and briefly paused to look at him, sound asleep in his bed. She had to take a moment to realize that what happened last night really did indeed take place. A brief panic went through her that she did the wrong thing as she shook her son awake. But then the feeling disappeared when the usually groggy, grouchy Jake, who was not a morning person, snapped awake and greeted his mother with the widest smile. He stretched his arms and sat up smiling.

“Well hello sunshine. You sure seem chipper this morning?”

“Mom, I think that was the best night of sleep I’ve ever had. I had so many wonderful dreams.”

She regarded him and tousled his hair.

“Well good for you sweetie. Now get in the shower and meet me in the kitchen for breakfast.”

Jake jumped out of bed and then realized that he was still naked.

“Oh shit! I’m sorry mom,” he said while he used his hands to cover himself up.

“I think after last night that this is ok honey. Nothing I haven’t seen or…..handled.”

They both blushed and then broke out laughing. Jake removed his hands then walked out of the room and headed to the bathroom.

Sherry couldn’t help but notice how straight his back was as he left. He almost had a strut.

She went to the kitchen and made him a huge plate of scrambled eggs, bacon and toast. He arrived dressed for school just as she placed the plate down on the table. Jake inhaled it.

“Slow down honey. You’re not running late.”

“I’m sorry mom, but I’m starving. Thanks, this is really good.”

Sherry watched him eat while she sipped her coffee. She loved taking care of him. And his mood seemed so much better. When Jake finished she removed the plate and he went to get his backpack. She then met him at the front door.

“Have a good day at school sweetheart. Don’t let those kids bother you ok?”

Jake paused and then looked at her.

“I don’t even think I’ll hear them today mom. All I’m going to do is be thinking about tonight. I mean, last night before you went to bed you said, uh……you know…that we…..”

“Yes Jacob you heard me right last night. Tonight we are going to continue to work on your problem. Actually, your problem that isn’t really a problem. I’m looking forward to it.”

“Awesome! I’m looking forward to it too! Bye mom!”

Jacob leaned in and gave her a lingering kiss, and it caused Sherry to lightly moan into his mouth.

“Mmmm…thanks sweetie. That was very nice”

He smiled broadly at her and then left and headed for school. Sherry watched him walking away and her heart was beaming. There was no slouch or mopiness to his walk. He was moving with confidence.

The entire day at school Jake felt like he was floating. He couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened last night, and also couldn’t stop anticipating that there was more to come tonight. He wished he could speed up time and be back in bed waiting for his mother.

Some of the kids teased him and a few friends tossed “What’s up Quick Draw?” his way, but he barely noticed. He just kept moving forward, walking tall. His mind was swimming with thoughts of last night and the night to come. And because of that he didn’t really want to be around anyone. He wouldn’t be able to focus on a conversation in the state he was in. During lunch he grabbed some food and just headed to the library to do his homework. When he walked by the cheerleaders’ table it didn’t even register with them that they were all staring at him.

Marisa, one of the cheerleader captains, drank in the sight of Jake as he walked by. She was a beautiful dark skinned African American girl with a very athletic build. She put down her sandwich and turned to her fellow cheerleaders.

“All right girls, I know we’ve ranked boys before but can we talk about Jake for a minute? He’s always been one fine piece of white chocolate, but is it just me or did he become even hotter?”

“I know right?! Something’s different about him. It’s his walk I think. He just seems more mature or something,” said Cheryl, who was a cute brunette.

“I wish he wasn’t so shy. I would love to have him on top of me,” said gorgeous blonde Suzy, to laughter from the whole table.

“He’s a premature ejaculator. He wouldn’t do you much good. You all heard Cindy’s story right,” said Lisa, which caused Marisa to roll her eyes.

“Cindy is so fucking dumb that she couldn’t spell cat if you spotted her the C and the T,” said Marisa to hoots of laughter from the table.

“That dumb bitch doesn’t know what a fine piece of man she had van escort naked right in front of her. I would have kept that dick hard and then had a ball with that boy!”

The rest of the cheerleaders all laughed and agreed.

When school was finally over it took Jake all of his willpower to not run home. He felt his heart beating in his chest and as he walked through the front door. His mother was in the kitchen prepping for dinner.

“Hey honey! How was school,” she yelled from the kitchen. She was chopping vegetables and drinking wine.

Jake walked to the kitchen entry and paused when he saw her. Her back was to him and she was wearing a silver, sleeveless blouse with spaghetti straps, exposing her shoulders and slender, shapely arms. And she also had on a pair of snug, blue shorts. They came down only slightly on her thighs, showing off her amazing legs. But what really stood out was her shoes. On her pretty feet were open toed four inch wedge sandals. The sandals really made her calves flex and stand out. She looked sexy. The ultimate women next door fantasy.

“Mom, you look really, really good. Like really good.”

Sherry turned around and gave him the brightest smile and walked over to him. Her blouse showed off lots of cleavage and he was unable to stop roving his eyes all over her body.

“Thanks honey. That is so sweet of you,” she said as she walked into his arms and embraced him. She leaned up and gave him a long, lingering open mouthed kiss. Jake wrapped his arms around her and drank her in. She smelled fantastic.

She broke the kiss and held his face in her hands.

“Compliments like that will get you everywhere and everything my dear boy.”

“I sure hope so!”

Sherry broke away but kept her hands on his shoulders and looked him in the eyes.

“Jacob, listen. I’ve been thinking about tonight.”

Jake’s heart skipped a beat. He panicked that maybe she was going to call the whole thing off.

“I’m really looking forward to it and I know you are too. It’s why I’ve already started dinner. I think we should eat early, not bother with any television, and just get right to it. How does that sound?”

Jake broke out into the biggest smile and wrapped her up in a bear hug.

“That sounds perfect! Great idea mom!”

He was so strong that his bear hugs often cut off her breathing, but she loved the feeling of being wrapped up in her boy’s muscular arms.

“OK! OK,” she cried out, pushing him away.

“Now you go get in the shower. Dinner will be ready by the time you get out. I want you nice and clean for tonight ok?”

“Sounds good!”

Jake turned around and headed to the bathroom. He got in the shower and took extra care to scrub himself down head to toe. The thought of what was to come had his cock at a full salute. He resisted the very strong urge to jerk himself off.

When he got out he dried himself off and put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. He hurried to the kitchen, wanted to see more of Sherry in her short shorts and sexy blouse.

She was putting the finishing touches on a dinner of steak and sautéed vegetables, which meant Jake got to sit at the table and admire her fantastic legs for a few minutes as she scooted around the kitchen.

Sherry had upped her drink from wine to a vodka tonic. She felt good about what she was doing, but the taboo element still required her to take some liquid encouragement.

She set down the plates and sat across from Jake and they ate dinner. It took all of Jake’s willpower to not just wolf the food down. He ate as calmly as he could and made small talk with his mother, talking about school and wrestling. When dinner was finally done Sherry paused and looked at the empty plates. ‘Well, this is it,’ she thought to herself.

She looked at Jake, “Sweetie, I’m going to go and get ready. Can you be a dear and clean up the kitchen and then go wait for me in your bed?”

“Of course! No problem,” said Jake as she sprung up and cleared the plates. He set to work loading the dishwasher and cleaning the pans, while Sherry fixed herself another vodka and headed to her room.

Sherry undressed and stood in front of her closet naked, choosing what to wear. She chose a sexy black, lacy teddy. She put in on and then stood in front of her full length mirror. She thought she looked good in it. The teddy was cut very high on her thighs, showing off her legs. She had filled out somewhat as she aged, and her thighs were thicker than when she was younger, but they still looked sexy as hell. The teddy also had a very plunging cleavage, and her large breast were practically falling out of it.

“Is this too much maybe,” she asked herself. Then she drained her drink.

“Fuck it. This will do,” she said as she grabbed the same robe from the day before and put it on. She then headed to Jake’s room.

Jake had cleaned the kitchen in record time, and was laying in his bed, shirtless with just his shorts on. He wasn’t sure if he should be naked but opted to wear yalova escort the shorts so that he didn’t look so expecting. His heart was beating out of his chest. He then heard a soft knock on the door.

“Come in!”

The door opened and Sherry walked in, wearing the short robe. She was barefoot and Jake drank in the sight of her smooth, shapely legs. She walked over to the bed and stopped and untied the robe, allowing it to fall open. She saw Jake’s eyes go wide and a thrill shot through her. She had chosen her lingerie well.

She then shrugged her shoulders and let the robe fall to the floor.

“Oh wow,” said Jake as he sat up and looked at her.

“Mom, you are so damn sexy.”

“Thank you so much sweetie,” said Sherry who couldn’t stop smiling and did a 360 turn for him, showing off her firm, gorgeous ass. She had decided on the course of action for the night and was tingling with anticipation.

She then sat down on the bed beside him and leaned in for a kiss. Jake plunged his tongue into her mouth and she didn’t resist. They made out for several seconds. He reached out and ran his hand up and down her smooth thigh. Again she didn’t resist and they continued to kiss. He then slid his hand up her side and cupped her breast. And again she allowed it.

She briefly broke the kiss and spoke.

“I told you those compliments would get you everywhere,” and then she leaned in for more kissing.

Finally she pulled away and looked at him in the eye.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

“Let’s lose the shorts ok?”

Jake swiftly removed his shorts and underwear in one movement, freeing his big dong.

“My god would you just look at that thing. What a beautiful, fun cock.”

“Thanks mom. Uh, um…where’s the baby oil?”

“I’m going to get you off baby, but we are going to do it a little differently tonight?”

“We are?”

“Yes, and you are going to love it.”

Sherry then looked him in the eyes and opened her mouth and rolled her tongue sensuously over her lips. Jake put two and two together.

“Oh my god! Seriously?”

“Seriously baby. Now you just lie back and enjoy.”

Jake lay back down on the bed, his heart beating out of his chest.

“Baby, I’m going to start and you’re going to cum, very fast. But just like last night, I’m not going to stop what I’m doing. I’m going to keep going, and going, and going.”

“Oh my god.”

“‘Oh my god’ is right sweetie. We are going to have so much fun with your big cock. Now here we go.”

She looked down at his meat, “So beautiful. Such a perfect dick. Baby, I’m not sure who’s going to enjoy this more. You or me.”

She lifted his hard cock up off of his stomach and then placed her mouth on it and began to suck. The shock of what was happening to him allowed her to suck up and down a few times before he shot off. But in no time at all he started to buck his hips, cry out, and began to fill her mouth with his jizz. Sherry was expecting it and was ready, and managed to swallow almost all of it, while moaning into his dick.

“Mmmmm…..mhm….mmmmmm…”

Some of his cum leaked out and dripped down his balls. Finally he was done with his orgasm and settled his hips back down into the bed. True to her word, Sherry just kept sucking on his cock. She was holding the base and stroking it while she managed to take five or six of his eight inches into her mouth. She was working up quite a bit of saliva and soon the room filled the wet sounds of her mouth slurping up and down on his big dick.

“This is so good. Oh god this feels so good,” he said.

Sherry smiled inside, knowing that she was sending him to the moon with pleasure and continued to just wetly suck up and down on his hammer. Jacob started to respond and began to pump his hips, sending his cock deeper into her mouth.

This went on for several minutes as Sherry maintained a steady suck on his dick. Then finally she felt him start to stiffen up again and she got ready for another blast and speeded up her sucking.

“Mom….I gotta…..I’m gonna….oh shit it’s so good…..”

For the second time that night he flooded her mouth with his cum. This time she managed to swallow it all and continued to suck up and down on his prick as he settled back down into the bed.

She pulled her mouth off of his cock and then started to lick it all over, and then paused to address him and looked him in the eyes.

“Jake sweetie. Thank you so much for letting me help you with your problem. I can’t tell you how much I love sucking on this beautiful cock. It’s just so much fun. I’m going to worship it for a little bit and then we’ll get back to the sucking. Does that sound ok?”

“Uh…you’re gonna ‘worship’ it?”

“Yes baby. When a boy has an amazing piece of meat like you do, the girl likes to worship it. It just means that I’m going to love on this cock with my mouth for a little bit. I promise that you’re in for lots more sucking tonight.”

With that, Sherry went back to licking çorlu escort up and down his shaft. She even went down to his balls and licked up all of the cum that had dripped down there and sucked them into her mouth, rolling her tongue over them. And then she went back to mouthing and licking his shaft.

Jake watched her the whole time. She looked sexy and turned on as she orally pleasured him. He couldn’t tell if she was truly enjoying this or just hamming it up for his benefit. He was pretty sure it was the former and that excited him to no end.

She kept pausing to shower compliments on his dick.

“Such a beautiful, gorgeous cock. Mmmm….what an amazing pussy hammer.”

After several minutes of cock worship Sherry addressed him again.

“Ok baby. I’m gonna suck this gorgeous piece of meat again and make it explode for a third time. Are we ready?”

Jake nodded his head, a huge smile on his face. She smiled back at him and then plunged her mouth down onto his dick and began to suck him again. She was getting used to his size and was able to take almost all of him into her mouth, deepthroating him.

“Oh god that’s good mom! Oh shit that’s good!”

Sherry got a good rhythm going and was rapidly sucking up and down on him, filling the room once again with wet, sucking sounds.

Jake lasted even longer this time. Sherry had to suck on him for over twenty minutes before she felt the familiar signs of him stiffening up. She sped up her pace and soon he was spurting his third load, and bucking his hips up, sending his prick further into her mouth.

Sherry sucked him through his orgasm and for several minutes afterwards, knowing how good it had to feel for him. He was laying back with eyes closed and a huge smile on his face as she finally spat out his cock and sat up.

She rubbed his muscular chest and smiled down at him. She then checked the clock.

“Shall we review honey? Once again you came really fast. But what happened?”

“We kept going and I stayed hard.”

“That’s right sweetie. And then you got your cock sucked some more and came again and what happened?”

“Uh, we still kept going and I stayed hard.”

“Yep! And we kept going. I sucked that cock for an hour and a half. For ninety minutes your beautiful meat stayed fully erect. I’m so proud of you sweetie. How do you feel?”

“Like a million bucks mom. Like I could climb a mountain. Thank you so much.”

“You look so handsome and confident honey. Your going to be having so much sex. You just wait and see. Now, is it ok if I kiss you goodnight? I did just swallow three of your orgasms so I understand if you don’t want me to.”

“Nonsense,” said Jake as he reached up and pulled her down to him and planted a long, sensuous, open mouthed kiss onto her lips. They made out for several seconds and then Sherry broke it.

“All right sweetie, now you get some sleep.”

“Mom, uh…what about tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow night we’ll pick this up where we left off. I’m really looking forward to it.”

“Yes! Oh man I can’t wait!”

Sherry laughed and patted his head. “Now get some sleep tiger.”

She picked up her robe and walked out, making sure that her gorgeous ass swayed back and forth, feeling his eyes on her. Soon he was sound asleep.

Sherry went to bed and grabbed her vibrator and masturbated herself to sleep.

In the morning she woke up about a half hour before her alarm went off. She thought about the previous night and reminisced about how wonderful it felt to have him in her mouth. He was going to walk so tall today. She then felt all tingly and decided to surprise him this morning.

Jake had another wonderful night of sleep with amazing dreams. He had one dream where he was with a beautiful girl. He was saying all of the right things and soon they were hooking up. She started to go down on him and it all felt real. Soon he was stirring awake and the dream faded into reality, and his dick was being sucked. He opened his eyes and looked down to see his mom moving her head up and down on his cock. She looked up at him and took her mouth off of his cock.

“Good morning sweetie. I figured I’d surprise you,” she said and then went back to sucking him.

“This is the greatest surprise ever!”

“We have time so just lay back and relax and let mommy make you feel good.”

Jake laid back and smiled. He felt like the luckiest kid in town. All of his problems melted away as he felt Sherry’s amazing mouth working up and down on his dick. Soon he was bucking his hips and filling her mouth with cum. Sherry continued to suck for a few more minutes and then sat up. She was wearing just a t-shirt and panties.

“Alright honey. Hit the shower and come to the kitchen for breakfast.”

She got up and left the room, once again making sure her ass swayed for him.

After his shower he went to the kitchen and was surprised to see that she hadn’t put on any other clothes. She was working around the kitchen barefoot, in just the t-shirt that exposed her midriff and the pair of panties. He sat down and drank in the sight of her as she put his plate down. She sat opposite of him and watched him inhale his food.

Sherry then met him at the front door before he left for school. She put her arms around him and kissed him.

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