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“Hey! How does this look?”

Mark finished pouring the orange juice into his glass and turned around to his sister’s voice. She was standing in the door way wearing a flowered sundress. She had one hand on her hip and the other arm in the air…striking a pose. “What? New dress?”

“Yeah. What do you think?” asked Michelle.

He looked up and down at the dress: A white dress with small pink and blue flowers all over it. “It’s okay. Looks like a dress for a lawn party or going to church.” He took a sip of his orange juice.

“That’s the right answer! It’s for the party!” She turned and walked away from the kitchen. Mark could hear her running up the stairs to her bedroom. His 18-year old sister was going on vacation with her friends next weekend. Apparently, she went shopping for new clothes.

He grabbed his glass of orange juice and walked toward the stairs to his bedroom. It was good to be home for the summer from college. One year to go and he would have his degree in engineering. As he passed his sister’s room, he could hear her moving around behind the closed door. He got to the doorway of his bedroom and his sister opened her door. “What about this one?”

He stopped and took a sip of his orange juice as he turned. She was wearing a long, sky blue dress with a knot tied at the top leaving one shoulder completely bare. “Is that for the beach?”

“I planned to wear this at the luau. Not good?” Her shoulders slumped.

He looked again. “No, it’s fine. I’ve only seen girls wear that to the beach. The color looks good against your tan.” She clapped her hands, bounced back into her room, and closed the door with loud thud. He said that last part because he could tell she was looking for approval and it was true; she really did look good in it. Her skin color plus her blondish hair worked well with the blue. Like him, she played sports during school, which made clothes shopping her favorite hobby.

He set his half finished glass on the desk and turned on the computer. He plopped in the chair and started reading his email. There was a knock on the door and he turned. Michelle was there wearing a one-piece aqua marine bathing suit. “Wow”, he said softly.

“I guess this is okay, huh?” She stepped into his room looking down at herself.

She stood there, bare foot, the color a striking contrast to her tan. The cut of the bathing suit was amazing. The openings for her legs went up past her hips and the top scooped down showing off her ample cleavage. Michelle definitely got her looks from mom’s side of the family, Mark thought. Almost looks like Aunt Sylvia. “You will definitely turn heads with that on.”

“Mom told me I couldn’t buy a two-piece. Please don’t tell her about this one. She might not like it either.”

“She didn’t want you showing off to much, did she?”

“Ohmygawd!” She rolled her eyes.

Mark had to laugh also. “Guess mom hasn’t been on the beach in a while. That looks fine.”

“She thinks I’ll end up on Girls Gone Wild or something,” Michelle said and turned to leave the room.

“Wait!” Once again, Mark was caught by surprise.

Michelle grabbed the door frame and leaned into the room, “What?”

“Come back here a minute.”

She took one step back into his room and looked down at the bathing suit, “What is it?”

“Turn around.” He made a circular motion in the air with his finger. She slowly turned around. “You had better make sure to wear plenty of sunscreen.” The back of her suit was practically missing. The “V” of the back came down to the lower part of her back and the high cut legs showed off her firm ass almost completely. The tan line wasn’t glowing, but it was obvious where the sun typically tanned her butt.

She looked over her shoulder trying to see her back then looked at him, “Well…it’s a one-piece like I promised mom I would buy.”

“Yeah…you’re going to turn heads coming and going.” He continued to stare. “Hey, is Rachel going with you? Get some photos of her on the beach.” He smirked. Rachel is one of Michelle’s classmates. Long dark hair, big boobs, great ass, and a year younger. Mark and Rachel have been flirting with trabzon escort each other for years.

“No way!” She stormed out of the room. “Ask her to send them.”

Mark went back to reading email. His mind drifted to Rachel wearing Michelle’s one-piece. His cock was growing as his thoughts progressed to Rachel wearing the little bikini he has seen her in a few days ago.

“Okay, I need your help,” Michelle’s voice came from the hallway.

“What?”

“I can’t get this dress zipped in the back, but I don’t want you to see it until it is zipped.”

“Okay. How is this going to happen?”

“You have to close your eyes. I’m going to come in, you zip me up, and I’ll tell you when to open your eyes.”

“How did I get volunteered for this fashion show and wardrobe malfunction?”

“Tsk. Oh, come on.”

Mark moved his chair around to face the door. “Okay, my eyes are closed.”

“You promise?” She peeked into the room. He was sitting in the chair with his eyes closed, his hands on his knees…and a bulge pushing through his gym shorts. Michelle was surprised. “Are you sure you’re ready?”

“My eyes are closed. I’m ready.” He sighed heavily. He could hear her walking into the room and stopped in front of him.

“Okay. Zip me up.”

He reached forward with both hands and grabbed her hips. Out of instinct, he squeezed. “Oops.”

Michelle felt the strength of his grip. “It’s up higher and in the middle.”

His fingers danced along the small of her back until both of his hands were together. He slowly moved them up her back feeling for the small metal clasp. He was tempted to open his eyes, but thought this was a bit funny and smiled.

Michelle could feel his fingers along her back. It was a strange feeling. She looked over her shoulder and could see his eyes still closed. “Why are you smiling?”

“This is funny and I feel a bit silly.”

“This is serious. I want to make sure all my clothes fit right and won’t make me look like a dorky high school girl.”

“But you ARE a dorky high school girl.” He laughed.

“Will you hurry up. The zipper is higher.”

He slid his finger up the center of her back. His mind went to Rachel while he was doing this. He knew this was a mistake because his cock was getting harder and he was becoming more uncomfortable in his tight gym shorts. “I can’t find the zipper. Where is it?”

“It’s up higher.” She liked his fingers moving up her back. She loved back rubs and this was starting to feel really good. “Move up about five inches.”

“I can’t reach sitting down.” He put his hands on the arms of his chair and pushed himself up.

“Don’t open your eyes!”

“I didn’t.” He reached forward and took hold of her shoulders. He could feel her warm skin on his hands and slid them along until he felt her neck.

Michelle closed her eyes. That felt sooo good. She leaned her neck forward when his fingers touched the nape of her neck.

Mark gently raked his spread fingers down her back trying to find the zipper clasp. There was a touch of fabric on his outstretched pinky fingers, but the rest of his hand felt his sister’s warm back.

Michelle took a deep breath: That feels great! “Did you find it?”

He softly moved down until he felt the zipper’s teeth and took hold of the zipper flap. He slowly moved the clasp up and shifted is weight trying to reposition his rigid cock. It didn’t help.

Michelle let out a soft sigh when she felt the zipper close. “About time.” She didn’t really want the impromptu back rub to end. She turned to face him. “Okay…open your eyes.”

He opened his eyes and found she was staring at him. He looked down and saw part of the black, sleeveless cocktail dress. His eyes were immediately on his sister’s cleavage. Her breasts were squeezed into the dress like the bathing suit. “Wow.”

“You’re like all the boys,” she huffed. “Stop looking at my boobs and tell me what you think of the dress.” She stepped back. It was a typical black cocktail dress with a plunging neckline. He looked at her legs. If he didn’t know better, he thought the dress was tunceli escort more like a miniskirt.

“It looks good. Bet it cost a lot.”

She had been staring at the very big tent in the front of his shorts. She snapped back to reality when she heard her brother’s voice. “I picked it up on sale.”

“It looks good.” His eyes went up and down the dress until his gaze settled on her bust line. “The no-bra look will certainly get you some extra attention.”

“Wha-” she looked down. Her nipples were pushing against the thin material. Back rubs were always her weakness. She glanced at her smiling brother and quickly put her hands over her chest. “You are SUCH a boy!”

“Well…yeah. Be glad I am…” he sat back down, “…or you never would get an honest opinion.” From this angle, he could finally determine it was a mini skirt. Her thighs were as tan as the rest of her.

“You’re a dork.” She was having problems not looking at the outline of his hard cock, but decided to have some fun at her brother’s condition. “And I’m not the only one having issues.” Her eyes darted down to the lump in his shorts.

“Yeah…well…it’s a completely natural thing.” He swiveled the chair back to the desk.

“Ha!”

Michelle turned to leave and Mark watched her walk out. “Hey. You might want to rethink your underwear.”

“Now what?!” She faced him.

“Your blue striped panties are really noticeable when you’re walking.”

“Are you serious?!”

“You tell me: Did I get the right color?”

“Yeah. You did.”

“Wear a pair with your name on the ass and everyone will remember you.”

“Dork!” She smiled at him. “Do you always look up women’s dresses?”

“Of course. It’s a great hobby.” Mark laughed.

Michelle laughed as she walked back to her room. “You’re such a dork.”

He heard her door close and he went back to the computer. Reading email was not going to be possible with his hard-on. He got up, closed his door, and went back to the computer. He quickly typed in the name of his favorite porn site. After a short time, he started rubbing himself on the outside of his gym shorts. He was looking at the screen filled with nude women, but his thoughts were jumping between Rachel in the bikini and his sister in her one-piece. He slid his hand into his shorts and rubbed his cock. Mark was startled by a knock on his door. He quickly removed his hand and closed the web browser as his sister walked back in.

“Why was your door closed?”

“I was about to change clothes.” He looked at her dress. “That’s the same black dress, isn’t it?” Her nipples were still poking out. The black of the dress a contrast to her brown skin was striking. She did look good.

“Yup. Same dress.” She noticed he still had a hard-on when he twisted around to look at her. “Does it look any better?”

Mark looked but couldn’t tell what was different. He shook his head, “I don’t see anything different.”

She turned around a few times. “Nothing different? Nothing catching your eye?”

He watched her but couldn’t see anything had changed. “No idea. What am I missing?”

She moved closer to him. “Are you SURE you don’t see anything different?”

He looked at the dress again. He also took some extra time examining her cleavage, still nipples, and toned thighs. He really needed to get some relief. “You need to tell me ’cause I don’t see anything different.”

She faced toward the door and slowly lifted the back of her skirt, “I fixed the striped panty problem.”

He watched as his sister began to reveal the lower part of her ass. The tan lines more evident this close up. She was facing away and he took the opportunity to adjust himself, which didn’t really help. His cock was getting harder by the moment. He realized he should say something before it became obvious to Michelle he was ogling her ass. “You do realize this will get you even more attention than the striped panties. You should thank the person who invented t-back underwear.”

“Oh, I didn’t do that. I thought it would be better to go commando.”

“What?!” He looked directly at her ass searching uşak escort for some hint of under garment.

“Yeah. This way I won’t ruin the dress with panty lines and it’s more comfortable. It feels sooo much better without a g-string up my butt.”

“You did not just show me your naked butt.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” She moved her feet slightly apart and bent forward a little. “See…”

Mark looked and couldn’t believe it: She wasn’t wearing any underwear. From his seated position, he could start to see is sister’s pussy. “You’re not wearing any panties!” She was showing him her pussy!

“I told you.” She shifted a foot a little more and could begin to feel the chill of the air against her shaved pussy. “Does it make the dress look better?”

He couldn’t stop staring. “Yes, it looks better.” His sister’s pussy. It was smooth. It was a little puffy. And she was glistening. She was wet.

“Glad the money I spent was worth it.”

“Yeah. This is definitely an attention getter.” He kept staring. His cock twitched. Her right thigh moved a little and he could see a little bit more of her pussy. “You must really like the dress.”

“Yes, I do. It makes me feel sexy.”

“Yeah. I can tell.” Instinct took over and he slid his palm between his sister’s legs. “You’re wet.”

“Oooh…” Michelle shuttered but didn’t move. She was so horny. Her brother’s hand felt great. “That feels good.” She spread her legs more, leaned forward, and put her hands on her knees to balance herself.

Mark took one finger and caressed along the outer lips. After a few strokes, he pushed his finger between the outer lips. Michelle let out a gasp. With his other hand, he pushed the mini skirt up so it was over her hips and knelt on the floor. The angle was a little strange, but he managed to slip his tongue along Michelle’s pussy.

“Oh yeah…” she hissed, almost losing her balance.

He stood up, grabbing hold of her shoulders, and faced her to the desk. Michelle placed her hands on the desk while keeping her legs spread. Mark quickly pulled off his gym shorts. His cock pointing more up than forward. He pushed Michelle’s skirt up again and bent so his mouth was close to her ear. “You are so hot and horny.”

“I know,” she whispered.

“I’m so horny, too.” He reached around and squeezed her breasts. He could feel her nipples through the material.

“I know.” She lifted her head up. “Your cock looked so big.”

“Glad you noticed” He took hold of his cock and rubbed the tip up and down the crack of her ass. He squatted a little and slowly pushed his cock forward into his sister.

“Oh, yeah…that’s feels sooo good!”

He started rocking slowly at first. Soon Michelle was matching his rhythm and he grabbed onto her hips. Their breathing heavier and faster with each lunge. Michelle reached between her legs and found her clit. The tips of her fingers could feel Mark’s shaft moving as she rubbed herself. “Oh, Mark…come on! Make me cum! Make me cum!”

He liked hearing his sister talk dirty. He changed the rhythmic pumping action into stronger, more aggressive thrusts. Each time he buried his cock deep into her pussy, he used her hips to yank her closer. Their flesh slapping together was punctuated with Michelle shouting an ‘Oh!’ or ‘Yes!’

She had to abandon her clit and grab hold of the desk’s edge. He brother was becoming more forceful. She wanted more leverage to make sure she felt every bit of his cock inside of her. She would squeeze her muscles together and it made her even hornier to hear him grunt each time. Now she really felt it! His cock was getting harder and harder. This was it!

Mark couldn’t hold back any longer. Faster and faster. He pulled his sister into him and his cock let loose a torrent of cum. His body shuddered and he continued plunging his cock into Michelle’s pussy. She pushed back into him. She could feel his warm fluid spurting into her and soon it was dripping down her leg.

Mark slowed to a stop, leaving his spent cock inside his sister.

Michelle gave her brother another squeeze with her pussy as he pulled his cock out of her. She rose from the desk, making sure to hold her skirt up and away from her body. “Liked the dress, huh?” She leaned forward and gave him a little kiss on the lips.

Mark smiled, “Thanks for the fashion show.”

Michelle walked out of his room, “You never know when there might be another one.”

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Sorry this story isn’t about a Mercedes-driving, blond, blue-eyed, straight-A, captain of the cheerleading squad and her sorority McMansion pool parties. That being said, it’s still a fantasy, but with a life of its own. It’s about hurt & healing and imperfect solutions for an imperfect world. No one gets out alive, but maybe that life is ‘saved’ somewhere along the way. Thanks for reading. Merry Christmas and happy New Year.

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Olivia woke up on her back, she blinked blearily at the heavily ornamented ceiling, tracing the myriad intricate patterns with her eyes until she was dizzy. She turned her head heavily to the side and found herself staring directly into Maithri’s sleeping face; the girl looked angelically peaceful. Her slow regular breathing, preternaturally round and symmetrical features, conspired to lull Olivia back to the brink of unconsciousness.

A bright shaft of light began to creep across her face, burning like the heat of a poorly insulated soldering iron. She forced herself to sit up, leaning awkwardly against a pillow, her mind fixated on the strangeness of having someone sharing her bed. As though sensing these thoughts her friend’s eyes fluttered open. Maithri smiled then did her best to pull her own body upright so that they were at the same level. “I have not slept so well in a very long time.” She said in a raspy murmur.

Olivia had also slept unusually well, she felt brimming with energy, it bubbled and roiled just out of reach, it begged her to bounce out of bed, but this blissful unknown feeling of waking up next to a beautiful girl held her captive for the moment. Maithri turned her head and lifted the covers so that she could look underneath, her smile widened. “They are still there.” She said, her voice giddy and rhapsodic. “I thought I had dreamed it.” She added, solemnly.

“Nope.” Olivia replied, laughing, even as her face flushed upon noticing that Maithri had taken off the bra and was only wearing the panties. The girl turned her head back towards Olivia, a curious if not suspiciously arduous look on her face. Then her expression changed unexpectedly, first appearing bemused then so cutely concerned that Olivia thought her heart would melt.

“Olivia, what is that?” Maithri pointed with her right hand which was above the blankets. Olivia lazily turned her head so that she could look towards her lap where her friend was pointing. She grunted in befuddled shock, then snorted hysterically, finally becoming embarrassed to the point of nearly fainting. Heart pounding she desperately tried to smooth down the blankets around her thighs, but each time she pulled them taught they merely slipped back up and out of her hands.

The third time the peak crested defiantly above her crotch she gave up. She stared, there was no ignoring it or explaining it away, the blankets jutted sharply upward at least twenty centimeters. She didn’t need to look under the covers to solve this mystery, especially since she could feel it now, swelling shamelessly inside her, the friction from the moving blankets having further stoked the fires between her legs. Sighing in resignation she turned back to her friend, trying hard not to grimace.

“Promise me you won’t tell anyone.” She hissed. “If you swear to me on your life, I will show you my biggest secret.” Maithri’s face stiffened, her eyes widening. The unfamiliar atmosphere of comfortable intimacy had changed into something far more interesting.

“I swear on my life to never betray you or reveal any of your secrets. My Avalokitesvara.” Maithri hissed back, her black eyes burning with a frightening level of furor. Despite her initial reluctance Olivia felt oddly compelled to throw back the blankets. To be entirely honest she felt a certain ineffable pride or perhaps gleeful exhibitionism in the act. Her gleaming, towering prosthetic twanged briefly as it escaped its fabric prison. Maithri gasped, both her hands clapping over her mouth.

Olivia grinned crazily as she stared down her own formidable member. It stood stock still, unapologetically stabbing straight up from between her trembling thighs. She was so aroused her mind started to go blank. Only Maithri’s anxious voice brought her back to the present. “I do not understand, how can this be? In the bath last night I saw…” She trailed off, her voice an agonizing mixture of disbelief and what sounded like despair.

Olivia chuckled stupidly as it dawned on her that the prosthetic was working as intended and her friend had no idea that it was just an extremely sophisticated piece of hardware that could be detached. “I’m sorry.” She exclaimed quickly, her laughing sounding more relieved. “It looks real, but it’s not. I mean, it is real, but it’s not part of my body. It’s a prosthetic.” She emphasized the last word, hoping it would set Maithri’s mind at ease.

The girl scowled. “You are wearing a fake penis?” She stated this calmly, as though trying to convince herself. Olivia nodded slowly. urfa escort They both just sat there for awhile, Maithri staring at Olivia’s comical erection, Olivia staring dumbly at her friend’s unnaturally large breasts. “Can I… Can I please touch it?” Maithri asked suddenly, her eyes darting nervously to Olivia’s face. “To see for myself.” She added hurriedly. Olivia found this funny and started laughing again.

“Help yourself.” She said after catching her breath. Gesturing with both hands, she motioned towards the synthetic sex organ, a sheepish grin on her face. Maithri approached cautiously, twisting sideways and curling her body up closely to Olivia so that she wouldn’t tip over. Her right hand moved towards it, hesitating at the last second. “Don’t be afraid.” Olivia encouraged, “It’s not going to bite.” She snickered, eliciting another scowl from her friend.

Maithri either irritated or emboldened snatched it deftly, wrapping her small bandaged fingers around the middle of the shaft. She squeezed it experimentally then gave it a firm tug upward, lastly she bent it in several different directions; pushing it down against Olivia’s thighs, belly and lastly, bending it sharply backwards until it touched the bed. During the entire process Olivia passively observed, finding herself morbidly curious about how much abuse the thing could take.

This burning curiosity however was slightly derailed by the array of sensations she was feeling on the other end, ranging from mild discomfort to sudden deep penetration. As Maithri pushed the base roughly against her crotch, she let out a lurid moan that surprised them both. “Sorry.” She murmured, feeling a flush of embarrassment to go along with her tingling cunt. “I probably should have mentioned this earlier, but part of it goes inside…” She blushed.

Maithri loosened her grip slightly but didn’t let go, she actually started sliding her hand up and down the shaft. “The texture is amazing.” She mumbled shyly. “I’ve never touched a real one, but I imagine it would feel very much like this.” Olivia tried to relax, but the way Maithri was playing with the prosthetic was really turning her on, and her eyes kept straying to the girl’s gently swaying tits.

“You know part of my extensive education included how to properly please a husband.” She said this in a casual conversational tone that was slightly at odds with the way her hand moved smoothly around the rigid phallus. “It was mostly pictures in old books, I was very young so regrettably I did not pay very close attention.” Maithri’s voice was soothing and despite her growing excitement Olivia felt her body trying to drag her back down into drowsiness.

“I only really remember the sucking, because I thought it was so humorous, but now that I am touching this facsimile I have the strangest desire to put it into my mouth.” She laughed musically. “That is absurd isn’t it?” Olivia swallowed, she was wide awake now, but her dulled mind wasn’t doing her any favors.

“You can suck it if you want.” She heard herself say, voice wavering unsteadily. “It’s not like it’s actually a part of my body.” She added lamely, uncertain of her own motives. She was very aroused to the point of clenching fistfuls of blankets and curling her toes sporadically, it was probably clouding her judgment. On the other hand, Maithri had approached their exchange with the detached clinical objectivity of a jaded obstetrician.

The girl smiled brightly up at Olivia then twisted her body as she bent forward, slumping over her friend’s lap. Olivia didn’t feel anything at first, it had all happened so suddenly, but then Maithri brushed back her voluminous curly hair, pulling it around behind her neck so that it draped over her right shoulder, giving her friend an unobstructed view. Olivia took a very deep breath, as she stared entranced by the way Maithri had taken the entire head of the phallus into her deceptively small mouth.

The girl made several different sounds as she playfully sucked, each subtly nuanced noise caused Olivia to shudder and her throbbing crotch to clench a little harder. As had happened several times before, as though a switch had been flipped, she felt a sudden mysterious surge of physical sensations. The rubber cock no longer seemed like an inert and disconnected accessory, it had in a sense come alive. Olivia could feel Maithri’s tongue sliding around the head, pulling it deeper into her hot little mouth.

“Oh my Deus.” She breathed. Maithri ignored her, or was too caught up in her own enjoyment. Olivia clapped both hands over her face to stifle the moans she knew were coming and watched with wide wild eyes as Maithri used both her hands to contort and control the prosthetic at the base as her head and mouth roved methodically around its top. The sensations were overpowering, Olivia felt her hips convulsing, Maithri only tightened her grip around the shaft and kept the tip dutifully inside her mouth.

The orgasm was sudden sivas escort and merciless, Olivia’s body went so rigid she felt cramps form instantly in both her arms and legs. Her taught muscles quivered and twitched painfully as her fake penis throbbed spasmodically, filling Maithri’s mouth with synthetic sperm. Her friend didn’t flinch or pull away, she just held on and waited patiently. Olivia gasped when she heard a muted gurgling sound and watched completely frozen as her fake cum oozed slowly out of the girl’s nostrils.

She couldn’t look away and she was still coming, she felt each resounding throb like a punch in her guts as the prosthetic pumped out several more liberal doses. With every gushing surge into Maithri’s mouth another gelatinous blob came out of her nose, tumbling down her upper lip. Olivia was horrified, but also unbearably aroused by the sight. Wailing forlornly into her hands and whipping her head back and forth she finally managed to get ahead of the ceaseless climax.

The phallus seemed to drop dead, the throbbing ceased, and Maithri though still gripping it firmly with with both hands finally pulled away. She stared defiantly across at Olivia, the effect slightly ruined by the long slippery strands of milky slime trailing from her chin down to the bowed head of Olivia’s fake penis. Maithri’s lips were closed tightly, but she somehow managed to wrangle them into a convincing smile. Then she swallowed.

It was a slow, sensual and deliberate act, her glistening throat rippling like a beautiful piece of dark cloth caught in a gentle breeze. Then she reached up with one hand and wiped the rest of the cum from under her nose, licking some of it off her upper lip with an errant swipe of her livid pink tongue. She cleaned off her hand as an afterthought. “I was not expecting that.” She said, hoarsely. Olivia started to apologize but Maithri stopped her with a touch. “I was not complaining.” She stated firmly.

Rolling away she flopped back into her previous spot, head resting against the wedged-up pillow, somehow much closer to Olivia than before. “So now I am expected to solve two mysteries. Firstly, why my friend is wearing such a thing, and secondly, why it is capable of dispensing this.” She’d missed a dollop somehow, with a finger she scooped it quizzically from between her large breasts and deposited it into her softly smiling mouth.

Olivia groaned, her fake penis had gone completely limp, Maithri had defeated it, utterly. “Don’t think I don’t trust you.” She said after a period of sulky silence. “The truth is I’m afraid to tell you my reasons because of what you’ll think of me.” She knew this wouldn’t satisfy the girl, so she decided to reveal as much as she thought she could. Olivia wouldn’t lie, the very thought repulsed her, she wouldn’t end up like her mother.

“I can answer your second question.” She murmured wearily. “I want to get somebody pregnant.” The conviction in her voice surprised her, Olivia was momentarily awed by the enduring enigma of her own damaged psyche. It was the truth, but not the whole truth; it was the best she could do.

Maithri nodded thoughtfully, she looked oddly sagacious in that moment, and once again Olivia found herself wondering exactly how well she knew this strange yet beautiful girl she’d met less than a week ago. “Everyone has secrets.” Maithri replied compassionately if not somewhat cryptically. “But, I can’t ignore a good mystery.” She grinned.

“Fair enough.” Olivia replied, grinning back in spite of her many misgivings. “Now check this out.” She said, excitement returning to her voice. Kicking the rest of the covers entirely off her body she scrunched up her legs, then reaching behind her back to locate the telltale tabs she wriggled dramatically out of the prosthetic. Panting and giggling idiotically she untangled the lewd knot of biorubber from around her ankles and dumped it carelessly into the usual bedside drawer.

Laughing freely now she picked up her panties from where they’d fallen on the floor the previous night and pulled them on as quickly as she could. “See, I’ve still got a pussy.” She gently patted her sore vulva. Maithri chuckled along with her friend.

“I should probably go get dressed.” The girl said after a long pause, moving over to the side of the bed which she started to dismount, but Olivia reached out and stopped her by placing a hand firmly on the girl’s left thigh, dangerously close to her crotch.

“Nuh-uh. Did you forget?” Olivia asked. “We only wear underwear around the house. It’ll be weird if you’re the only one wearing clothes.” The girl flushed and eventually nodded, but that didn’t stop her from bringing it up again a few minutes later when they were just about to leave the room.

“Are you sure your mom won’t mind? Are you sure you won’t mind?” Olivia just snorted and walked out the door, Maithri followed her a split-second later. It was a short walk to the kitchen, and it was already occupied. tekirdağ escort Marcella was making quite the racket as she rushed around to get everything ready. Olivia noticed that she’d actually dug the waffle iron out of wherever it had been hiding, this started her mouth watering. She hadn’t had a waffle in at least a decade.

Marcella’s shrewd hazel eyes seemed to take in everything at a glance. “Oh.” She remarked, sounding both amused and apparently pleased. “Your amiga bonitinha spent the night. What a nice surprise.” Her words seemed pregnant with layers of hidden meaning, or perhaps that was merely Olivia’s runaway paranoia. Before her daughter could interject, Marcella addressed Maithri directly. “The batter is made from cricket flour but I hope you’ll eat with us.”

It was then that Olivia suddenly realized her mother had planned all this in advance, Marcella had somehow already known that Maithri had slept in the villa. Olivia found herself getting anxious wondering what else her mom knew about the last 24 hours. “I’m sure they will taste like heaven compared to the roach flatbread I’ve been subsisting on.” Maithri replied coyly, her poise and elocution filling Olivia with both envy and admiration.

“Oh!” Marcella repeated, her voice a little higher pitched, it smacked of approval. “So, what’s a beleza inteligente like you doing hanging out with my delinqüente daughter?” She arched her eyebrows, Olivia scowled. The two girls sat down at the table which was already set for three.

Having been put in an awkward position Maithri was taking her time to respond. Olivia had the sinking feeling that if she was going to retain any kind of control at this point, she’d need to change the subject. Luckily she had the perfect thing to fixate on.

“What is that?!” Olivia pointed, her voice sharp and incensed, Marcella glanced down at her chest where her daughter was indicating, her expression overtly confused yet unconcerned.

“What is what?” She responded, pretending not to notice anything out of the ordinary.

“That! That thing. On your nipple. Mom.” Olivia put as much disbelief into her voice as she dared. Marcella startled her by suddenly breaking into laughter.

“Oh. You mean this.” Her mom lifted the nipple ring with her fingers and gave it a playful tug, immediately wincing as she regretted her rash decision to show off. “It’s just a metal ring, nothing to get excited about. I’ve wanted these for a long time but hadn’t worked up the courage until yesterday.”

Olivia cocked her head quizzically to one side. “These? What do you mean, I only see one.” Marcella blushed, her eyes shifting to look at something very captivating outside.

“Oh, it’s a long story, I wouldn’t want to bore you filha.” She flashed a quick obsequious smile. Olivia snorted and angrily accepted a waffle that her mom graciously forked onto her plate.

“Let me guess, the first one was super painful so you chickened out.” Marcella froze, eyes widening slightly, it took her a moment to regain her senses.

“What?! Of course not.” A gentle growing blush spread across her panicked features. Clearing her throat shrilly she placed both hands on her thighs and sighed dramatically. “Fine. Yes. It hurt like inferno, I didn’t realize how much it would. After one, the idea of another was…” She shook her head emphatically then paused to drink a long noisy swallow of water.

“And what’s worse, it was a set, I can’t return them, and they were not cheap.” She finished. Olivia nodded, they really hadn’t been, she’d used two week’s salary to buy the expensive bio-bronze. They were guaranteed to prevent infection and wouldn’t corrode, scratch, break or lose their mirror-like finish.

“Hmm. Tough break.” She replied impassively, forking the last of her breakfast into her mouth. Maithri sat between them, mouth slightly ajar, a look of bemused disbelief. The two women were so lost in their exchange that they seemed to have forgotten she existed. Which was fine, stealthily she took another waffle and devoured it quietly.

Chewing thoughtfully then stabbing her fork aggressively in her mother’s direction Olivia noisily pushed back her chair. Marcella rolled her eyes and then glared as her daughter got slowly to her feet. “Today is my birthday so why don’t you… give me the other ring?” She said, doing her best to keep her voice as casual and disinterested as possible. Marcella looked stunned, but then actually laughed! A crazy strangled sort of sound that was more like a sob.

“It is your birthday.” She blinked several times, looking mildly bewildered. “How did I forget?” She said very softly, as if to herself. A definite sadness descended on the otherwise joyous breakfast, but Olivia couldn’t tell if she was reading it coming from her mother or just their unfortunate circumstances. Maithri looked back and forth between them, deciding it was best to keep her her head down, and keep eating.

After awhile Marcella seemed to recover, her defensive cynicism returning with unexpected force. “What would you even do with it?” She snapped. Olivia fixed her mother with her most contemptuous gaze, she also tried to temper it slightly with the faint sexual arousal she was beginning to feel creeping through her lower extremities.

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Back at the cabin, Ted was embarrassed. After his sister had seduced him and given him that hand job, he found it difficult to even look at her. But he had to try and act normal so his parents didn’t suspect anything. Their week at the lake was just beginning.

For her part, Abby didn’t act like anything had happened. She was just as bouncy and vivacious as ever. It wasn’t too long before she was making Ted feel more normal as well. By bedtime Ted was overwhelmed with thoughts. Why did she do that? Would it happen again? Would more happen? Should he let it happen? Was he silly for even thinking that it could happen again? These and many more thoughts whirled through his mind as he used the bathroom then entered the room they would be sharing.

“Are you okay, little brother?” she asked Ted.

He looked at her sweet innocent face. “Yeah, I guess so. This morning was amazing, though.”

She smiled at him. “Good. I enjoyed it, too. You have a beautiful penis.”

Ted laughed nervously. “You are really blunt. I’m not used to that.”

Well, I’m used to guys, and sex, and…” she paused, reaching over to put a hand on his leg as he sat on the bed opposite her, “and penises.” She smiled at him.

He smiled back, amazed at her frankness. “But you are my sister,” he reminded her.

She looked deeply into his eyes. “Ted, I had a couple of friends – you know, Sissy and Cathy, in particular – that had gorgeous brothers. I often wondered how they lived in the same houses without screwing their brains out. But somehow – somehow – I overlooked the hunk that was living with me the whole time.”

Ted blushed when she called him a ‘hunk’. But his mind reeled at the thought of her screwing his brains out. But screwing was a long way from a simple hand job. He was very happy with that, and was wondering if he would get another. The way she was talking, he might. And it didn’t even cross his mind to think if he would let her or not.

Abby giggled while he thought, and when he looked where she was looking he knew why. He had gotten an erection during their talk, and it stuck up prominently in his boxers.

Abby moved her hand slightly, pulling at the material, and his stiff rod popped out of the fly, waving in the air.

“Yeah!” Abby said, though it was nearly a whisper as their parents were in the next room. “That is so nice.”

She stared at the thick rod pointing up from his pants. She couldn’t see the whole thing, but knew it was about eight inches in length and just about the thickest that she had seen.

“Lift up,” she said. She held the material on each leg between her fingers, and as he lifted off the bed she pulled them down to his knees. His dick was pulled down and slapped against his stomach as it was freed. She continued pulling them down his legs to the floor, staring the whole time at his erection in front of her face.

She put her hands on his knees and started sliding them upwards. Sliding between his legs on the way, she forced his legs apart. He jumped when her hands bumped into his balls. She bounced and squeezed them. The base of his dick was encircled by her hands, then they began a slow ascent up the entire length of his dick. Ted was having trouble breathing.

Abby lowered herself to her knees between the beds and bent his dick toward her. She moved it to her mouth, then stuck out her tongue to lick the tip. Ted lost his breath when rize escort he felt her tongue on his cock. He couldn’t believe the thrill that ran through his shaft. He would have yelled out if his parents weren’t in the next room.

Abby continued around the head and began licking down the shaft. When his dick was wet enough it was time to go for it. She put her lips onto the head, drawing a low groan from Ted. Her lips parted and moved a bit lower on his head as her tongue reached out and pushed into his slit. Then she opened her mouth further and dropped down onto the shaft.

With her mouth open as far as she could force it, she realized that she wasn’t going to be able to take it all. Well, she knew before she started that she couldn’t possibly get it all in her mouth. But when she actually got it in her mouth it seemed even bigger than she thought. She tried to open her mouth further. It was stretched wide, as wide as she could make it, but she could not cram more than four inches inside. She moved back and forth on the shaft slowly, letting her tongue lick it when possible. She tried to keep it wet so it would slide easier, but it was just too big. Her mouth was stretched as far as it could possibly go. Her jaw ached. And she almost felt like gagging.

She knew that she wasn’t going to be able to take him very far inside. Her mouth was not that big. Not as big as many girls. She had had trouble before, with smaller dicks than Ted’s. She had lost a couple of contests sucking cocks. So she knew Ted’s was too big for her. But she could certainly still pleasure him.

Ted’s eyes had already rolled back into his head. He was leaning back on the bed, watching Abby work on his cock when he could keep his eyes open. His high school girl friends hadn’t done more than lick his dick. Some hand jobs, yes, but never had anyone put it in their mouth. Not one had even wanted to try. Even a few inches inside Abby’s mouth felt wonderful.

With a hand firmly holding the base, she attacked the head with her mouth and tongue, sucking and licking the soft flesh. At the same time her other hand stroked up and down the long shaft. She licked some more on the shaft and then returned to sucking the head. It wasn’t long until Ted was bucking his hips up and moaning. He had trouble keeping quiet.

Abby felt his cock swell as his hips pushed up and held there. Twice. Then the cum came gushing up from his balls, spurting out the tip and right into Abby’s throat. The first two spurts went directly into her throat, bypassing her mouth completely. She tried to keep from choking, determined to capture all of his cum. Her mouth began filling with cum faster than she could swallow, but only a little leaked out between her lips and his cock head. She stroked the shaft, milking the last of his cum out as he lay back lifelessly.

“Fuck,” Ted said, as he recovered from the assault on his cock.

“Shhh!” Abby reminded him to be quiet.

“Fuck,” Ted whispered, smiling weakly. “You’re amazing.”

Abby looked at him, satisfied with what she had done, but it had caused her to be turned on greatly. Her panties were soaked.

Ted raised up on his elbows and said to her, “Take off your shirt.”

Her pussy tingled with his words. She felt it get even wetter as she thought that Ted may be ready to join in with the sex play that had so far just been her doing. She stood sakarya escort up, held the bottom of her shirt in her hands, and slowly raised her arms over her head taking the shirt with her.

Abby stood before him, topless now, as he stared at her firm breasts standing proudly out away from her chest. Her nipples were hard and enlarged, pointing slightly upwards. His mouth watered. He had seen these breasts before, but only a fleeting look or a partially blocked view. Now they were pointed right at him, right in front of him.

Abby looked at Ted’s face as she took a step toward him, then sat on the bed beside him. Since he was leaning back his eyes were just about the same level as her breasts. She smiled as she saw his eyes get big and his mouth drop open.

He rose up and turned toward her, now leaning on only one arm and only inches from her breast. He reached out with his other hand, slowly heading toward her breast. He was anxious to see if she would stop him, and more anxious to see what her tit felt like. As his hand touched her skin his dick twitched. Her tit felt so sensual. He had spent hours trying to see his sister’s breasts, wondering what they felt like, and suddenly he knew.

They were so firm, it seemed like her skin should be hard. Tough. But it felt soft. As soft as any skin he had ever touched. But so firm. He pushed his fingers into her flesh, one by one, then slowly squeezed with them all. Softly sliding his fingers along the smooth skin, he reached a rough patch – her aureole. And then the hard nipple sticking out. He heard her gasp as he touched her nipple, pushed on it, pinched it.

Abby loved the touch of her brother’s hand, but after the first few seconds her body ached for him to be rougher. The soft touches were not satisfying her desires. Her hand reached up, as if by reflex, to his hand on her breast. She held his hand tight, pulled it harder to her breast, and squeezed his fingers around it. It sent another chill through her body.

Ted leaned closer to Abby, his mouth approaching her other tit. It seemed like several minutes to both of them before he touched, but it was only seconds. Then his open mouth encircled her nipple. His tongue touched the hard projection, and began rubbing over it. He sucked the area further into his mouth.

Abby’s other hand held the back of his head, pulling it into her body. As Ted opened his mouth further, more and more of Abby’s tit flesh was sucked into his mouth. His tongue now licked over more of her breast, but always included the nipple. Abby’s hand held him tight while her body pushed from the other side, trapping his head in between. Now buried in her tit, he struggled to breath but never thought of stopping what he was doing. With his other hand he was still pinching her nipple, and Abby was gasping for air now, emitting tiny squeals from her throat as she tried to be quiet.

Getting really into it, Ted let his hand leave her breast and stroke over her skin. Damn, her skin felt so soft to him. Nearly as soft as her tit. And when his hand reached her waist he felt her curves. Her small waist flared out into her round hips. The curves of her body had always been sensuous to him. But her little panties ruined it, They were satin, and normally would feel sexy, but he just wanted skin.

He pushed his fingers under the elastic and plunged his hand under her panties. samsun escort Nothing but soft, smooth, sexy skin again. It just naturally came toward the front, over her hip bone, down to her pubic area, and when he felt hair growing there he realized where his hand was.

There wasn’t much. Abby kept it cut short, and shaved most of it, keeping only a little patch which Ted rubbed his fingers through. As Abby rotated her hips upward, he pushed his fingers lower, toward her slit. He felt a bump just as his finger began curving inward between her legs.

“Uuuhhhh!” Abby cried out. He had rubbed his finger over her clit, which by now was getting pretty sensitive. It already was finding its way out from its hood. But Ted’s finger kept going. Perhaps he didn’t know what he had found, but Abby was grateful. His finger felt the beginning of her slit, which sent tingles through her whole body. But it was different than the shock of his finger on her clit which made her cry out, perhaps too loudly. The excitement of his finger now playing with the outer folds of her pussy was very erotic, but she could handle it. At least it was a more gradual build up.

She moaned as his finger pushed further between her legs, sliding along nearly the full length of her pussy lips. He had started sucking on her other tit by now, which felt great, but most of her attention was focused on her pussy – as was his. As his fingers pressed in deeper between her folds, she collapsed back onto the bed. Her breast fell out of his mouth, and Ted was now free to concentrate between her legs.

Ted pushed her over so that Abby was flat on her back. He kissed lightly on her skin – her ribs, her chest, her tits – but he was thinking of her pussy. His fingers were soaked by the fluid leaking from her, and his fingers slid effortlessly along her lips. He pushed further and further until suddenly his finger slipped deep into what seemed like a hole.

“Shit,” he thought to himself. He laughed silently to himself at his surprise. “Of course there’s a hole. It’s her pussy!” He wasn’t sure why he had been surprised, if only for a second. Probably his senses were just overwhelmed.

His finger pushed two knuckles inside her as Abby’s breath sighed slowly out of her. Then a sharp intake of air replaced it. It felt so good to her. Finally, after being so turned on from giving Ted two mind blowing orgasms, maybe it was her turn to have one.

She pushed her hips towards his finger to get it in deeper. He cooperated by pushing his finger in further. He pulled it out, then drove it back in, as far as it would go. This caused a sharp moan from Abby, and Ted continued to push his finger in and out. His entire hand cupped her pelvic area, the heel of his hand rubbing against her clit. Abby grabbed a pillow and held it over her face to muffle her moans and the occasional scream.

Ted now shoved two fingers up into her, and in just a few strokes her pussy convulsed. Abby bounced her hips on the bed as she orgasmed, but Ted kept plunging his fingers into her hole. She was just beginning to come down from her orgasm when his thumb found her clit. He rubbed across it almost as often as his fingers drove into her pussy. Almost immediately she felt another orgasm coming on as his fingers sawed in and out of her.

As his fingers plunged into her and his thumb rubbed her clit, he bit down on her nipple, Abby screamed into the pillow. Her hips waved above the bed and her body rocked back and forth at her waist as she exploded into one of her biggest orgasms yet.

He eased off – and out – of her as she relaxed. She curled up and hugged him tightly. Soon she relaxed and quickly fell asleep, exhausted – but satisfied.

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I’d like to thank Steven for giving me the inspiration to write this story.

Still horny albeit with sore testicles and badly bruised inner thighs, Brett is injured on the football field.

“Bye,” said Tiffany hugging Susan and giving her a kiss on the lips. “Thank you so very much for volunteering to housesit and keep an eye on Brett and Erin for me while we’re gone. Sometimes those two can’t be trusted alone. Either they’re fighting like cats and dogs or seemingly scheming together to do something diabolically naughty,” she said with a dirty laugh.

A forecaster of things to come perhaps, Tiffany’s kiss was more than a peck on the lips. It was more than just a kiss that one friendly woman gives another friendly woman. Like daughter like mother, her kiss was an invitation to begin a sexual relationship and a prelude of what sexually may happen between them later as potential lesbian lovers in a threesome that may include Michael, Tiffany’s husband. Obviously Tiffany was just as sexually attracted to Susan as her daughter, Erin, was sexually attracted to her, and as Susan was sexually attracted to the both of them.

Unbeknownst to Tiffany, Erin, Michael, and Brett, Susan had ulterior motives. She could just see herself physically, emotionally, and sexually controlling not only Tiffany and Michael but also Erin and Brett too. As if they wanted to see one another’s reaction to their kiss, both women kissed with their eyes wide open. Then, when separating, Tiffany gave Susan a lingering look along with a long pelvis to pelvis hug that confessed that she wished that she was going on vacation with them to play with them on the beach and in their hotel room.

If their kiss wasn’t telling enough, Susan couldn’t believe that Tiffany just gave her the eye. With just one sexy look that lasted a mere second too long, Tiffany revealed that she wanted her as much as Susan wanted her. Suddenly filled with sexual lust for her friend, she imagined stripping her naked and making out with her before making herself comfortable between her legs to lick her pussy. Returning the favor, she imagined Tiffany eating her while fingering her. She imagined them moving in the sixty-nine position while giving one another oral, sexual pleasure. She imagined Michael joining in the fun too by waving his big cock by her mouth before mounting her. Tiffany’s look made Susan imagine all the sexual fun they’d have if she was going with them on their cruise to Bermuda. Even better than going with the two of them, she wished she was going with Tiffany on a cruise alone without Michael.

“Don’t worry about a thing Tiffany. You just concentrate on having a wonderful vacation,” said Susan. “Everything will be just as you left it.”

Wishing she was going on a vacation cruise with them and wishing that the kids, Brett and Erin were going too, Susan returned her look of happiness with envy. Only, with Susan soon to be alone with Tiffany and Michael’s children, Irish twins, 18-year-old Brett and 19-year-old Erin, they’ll be having a different kind of fun. Under the close supervision of Susan, Brett and Erin will be playing lots of sexual games. No doubt, with her already planning sexual festivities with both of them, they’d make their own good time while Tiffany and Michael are away. She could just image Brett and Erin handcuffed to their beds naked while begging her for more or begging her to stop.

With Brett enamored with Susan in the way that Michael, his father, obviously is, she already had them both wrapped around her finger. All she needed to do was to tease him with sex for him to do whatever she wants him to do. With Erin being the spoiled bitch that she is, obviously she’s more difficult to seduce but still not much of a challenge for Susan to have her wicked sexual way with her naked body. It’s obvious to her that just as Brett wants to have sex with her so doesn’t Erin want to have sex with her too.

With both of them driven by sex, such a vile and base need, it’s amazing what a little bit of sexual teasing and erotic interaction can do to control young adults at that age. She couldn’t wait to get the both of them alone, first Brett and then Erin. Perhaps later, they could have a threesome with her sucking Brett while Erin eats her or Erin could suck her brother while Susan licks Erin. It’s just too bad that Tiffany and Michael couldn’t be part of this incestuous debauchery. Nonetheless, it will be fun having some private, sexual time with their children while imagining doing the same to Tiffany and Michael later, after they return home from their cruise.

“Bye Michael, have a wonderful cruise,” said Susan hugging him and giving him a kiss on the lips too before separating to wave her goodbyes.

When she hugged him, he pulled her to him hard and quick enough to practically hump her. With his hand casually poised at the top of her ass, she was waiting for him to drop his hand lower to feel, fondle, and squeeze her ass but with his wife there, he mersin escort behaved himself. Yet, as if expecting her to slip him her tongue, unlike his wife, he closed his eyes when he kissed her, but Susan didn’t. She looked at Michael in the way that Tiffany had looked at her. Then, when Michael opened his eyes, in the way that Tiffany longingly looked at her, Michael longingly looked at her too. No doubt, with two company but with three so very much better when sharing a small bed in a small cabin, obviously he’d love for her to go on vacation with them too. Fucking, licking, and sucking one another, she couldn’t help but imagined them having a week of threesome sex day and night.

“Thank you so much Susan for allowing us to get away,” said Michael. “We’ll bring you back a souvenir of our trip.”

He looked at her as if she was standing there naked and she looked at him as if he was tied to a support beam in the cellar with a gag in his mouth while she gave him pain, punishment, and discipline before giving him sexual pleasure. Oh, yeah, with him being such a bad boy in exposing his erect cock to his Asian neighbor, Christine, she wouldn’t mind whipping his naked ass. If only he knew what she was thinking, wouldn’t he be surprised. If only he knew what she was thinking and what she was capable of doing to his naked body, maybe he’d be just as agreeable to going along with her as he’d be surprised by her thoughts. If only he knew what she was thinking and what she was capable of doing to his wife’s naked body, no doubt, deciding not to take a cruise to Bermuda with his wife, he’d want to stay home with her to have some sexy, group sex fun.

“Oh, don’t mention it. It’s my pleasure,” said Susan figuring that while the cat’s away that this was the perfect opportunity to seduce not only Brett but also Erin too.

Always the sexual tease, when she pulled away from Michael, turning her body away from Tiffany’s viewpoint, she slid a slow hand across Michael’s semi-erection that showed through his pants. The look of sexual lust and sexual frustration that suddenly took control of his face was worth taking the chance to briefly and slowly feel his cock with the back of her hand. If only he knew she had been watching them having sex from her parked car, she wondered what he’d think and what he’d say. If only he knew that she wanted them as much as they wanted her, they’d never leave her to go to Bermuda without taking her with them. If only he knew the sexual plans she had in store for his children, perhaps he’d want to stay to watch.

* * * * *

Meanwhile, as Tiffany and Michael were heading to the airport to catch a flight to Miami where they’d be boarding their cruise ship, two burly football players carried Brett into the school nurse’s office. He had injured himself on the football field of play during a scrimmage game. With him the team’s good looking quarterback and with all the cheerleaders cheering for and throwing themselves at him, he was always a target of jealous boyfriends and even the envy of players on his own team. Many of the heavier players, especially the linemen and tackles, who weren’t blessed with Brett’s good looks and slim, toned body, were jealous of him. Encouraged by their coach, even when at the expense of his star quarterback for him to make them a better team, he charged the defense with finding holes in Brett’s offensive line. With sacking the quarterback their perfect, preferred payback for Brett being the star, attention getting player, the defensive linemen and tackles were happy to obey and oblige their coach by putting Brett on his back.

“Have fun,” said one of the players to Brett while giving his friend the high five after seeing the MILF of a nurse there ready to receive her patient.

The nurse, a good looking, tall, shapely woman, with her bleached blonde hair, big tits, and blue eyes was an older woman in her forties and a well-known cougar around the neighborhood. She resembled Jean Smart in her heyday, from the situation comedy of old, Designing Women. Not taking any crap from anyone, especially from 18-year-old, young men who thought they knew everything but knew nothing, she had the same abrasive personality of Jean Smart too, when in character.

“She makes me want to pretend that I hurt my balls too,” whispered the other football player to Brett, while feigning to bite his hand and grimacing in sexual pleasure behind the nurse’s back.

With both of her womanly assets protruding from her tight uniform, with something for the young men to ogle from the front and from the back, all three young men stared at the nurse’s big tits and round ass.

“Me too,” whispered the other player while grabbing his crotch with his hand and moving his other hand back and forth in front of his mouth as if he was giving a blowjob.

With the nurses back turned to the men, both men humped the air behind her as if they were humping and fucking her.

“Quit muğla escort horsing around,” she said obviously seeing what they were doing in her peripheral vision. “Get him up on the table please,” said Elizabeth, the school nurse turning to his two teammates and nearly catching them in mid hump.

Distracted from her patient, she looked from Brett to his two buddies, 19-year-old, big oafs who had to repeat a year because of their low marks and failing grades. Playing football was the only way they could get into college and both men were destined for state college in the fall. No doubt destined to sell insurance, appliances, or cars while reminiscing about their high school and college football days, in the way they both stared at the nurse’s big tits and shapely body, they’ll be fantasizing of having sex with the nurse while masturbating tonight.

“What happened?” The nurse looked from one to the other before rolling her eyes and shrugging her shoulders with a sigh. When neither of the young men answered her with nothing more than confused looks on their faces, she dismissed them with the wave of her hand. “Go back to class or back to the football field,” she said obviously done with them. She looked from Brett to the two boys leaving before returning her focused attention to Brett again. “Close the door behind you please.”

Now giving her full attention to Brett laying helplessly on her examination table, she no longer seemed distracted. If anything, out of character as a school nurse, she seemed more preoccupied with Brett than she was with his physical injuries. With her breathing through her mouth instead of her nose, in the way she continued staring at him as if he was an injured albeit fully dressed CFNM dancer/stripper, she appeared sexually excited. With him in her domain, as if she was a hungry spider, the nurse approached him as if he was fresh meat ready to be stripped naked and sexually examined. In the way that Brett resembled Tom Brady in his youth, only better looking, he was no ordinary slab of man meat, he was a choice cut of fillet mignon and Nurse Elizabeth seemed intent on feasting on him and having her wicked, sexual way with him.

“I forgot my cup and was tackled. It hurts,” said Brett pointing down to his groin area.

In the same way that most men leer at women and most 18-year-old, teenage boys leer at her because of her big tits and shapely buttocks, she had a pretty face for an older woman. Not disguising her sexual lust for him, Elizabeth, the school nurse, looked at him as if he was already naked. If she looked this sexually desirable now, one could only wonder what she must have looked like twenty years ago. In the way that every young man fantasizes over having sex with their mothers, their aunts, or their older sisters, many of the male students and some female students freely admit that they sexually fantasized of doing the school nurse. Even at her past her prime age, she just oozed sexuality.

“Let’s get you out of those pants so that I can have a look,” she said obviously one of her favorite things to say to a young man of 18-years-old.

Being that she’s a well-known cougar who routinely dates men half her age and less, and a nurse, Brett was in good hands. Her way of skipping the main meal, she went straight for the dessert. Not wasting any time with introductions, formalities, or any more questions concerning his injured condition or the current state of his health, she removed his cleats and, not taking the time to remove his socks, she carefully pulled down his pants. Slowly, taking care not to cause him any additional pain, she removed his pants as if she was removing wrapping paper from a gift without tearing the paper. Knowing now that he wasn’t wearing a cup, obviously, she expected to see a big bulge in his underwear and she wasn’t disappointed with what she saw. With her pulling down his pants, what 18-year-old man wouldn’t have an erection? She continued pulling down his football pants before finally removing them.

With Brett nearly nakedly exposed to this hot nurse, his erection showed his sexual arousal to the nurse for not only removing his pants but also in appreciation of her hot looks. Reciprocating her sexual attraction to him in kind, as soon as she saw and was seemingly enamored with his bulge, her big nipples showed their hard impressions through her bra and through her starched white uniform. Unable to help himself or to control it from happening, his cock grew bigger and harder until his erection tented the thin, material of his white underwear. As soon as she pulled off his football pants, as if the school nurse was his mother, Tiffany, or his sister, Erin, or his mother’s best friend, Susan, he shamelessly displayed the huge bulge of his enormous erection.

In a moment of silence, as if they were both praying for a miracle to happen and indeed it did happen that day, they both stared down at the big bulge his engorged cock made in his nevşehir escort underwear. As if they were waiting for it to pre-maturely ejaculate with cum or waiting for a volcano to erupt, their stares nearly burned a hole in his underwear. Before removing his underwear, she stared at the outline of his cock in his underwear in the way that he stared at the big impressions her tits made in her uniform. Now clad only in his soiled football jersey and white underpants, as if wanting to erotically delay seeing his cock, she slowly and gently removed his underwear as if she was unwrapping a long awaited, expensive gift. Obviously she knew what was there waiting for her in his underwear. With him as much of an exhibitionist as she was a voyeur, in the way that she, no doubt, couldn’t wait to see his cock, he couldn’t wait for her to see his cock.

With her bending at the waist to lean forward, she ever so slowly and ever so carefully removed his underpants. While doing so, whether it was intentional of inadvertent, she gave him the perfect down uniform view of the tops of her breasts, her cleavage, and the top of her bra. Mesmerized by the sight of the tops of her tits, he stared at the impressions her big breasts made in her tight, partially unzipped nurse’s uniform while she stared at the bulge his erect cock made in his underwear. Showing him the top of breasts for him giving her a look at his underwear clad cock, the longer and more she leaned forward in slowly easing down his underwear, the more she flashed Brett uninterrupted, down uniform views of her breasts.

With her eyes staring at his cock as if this was the first cock she’s ever seen before when, no doubt, she’s seen thousands of pricks, she continued staring at his cock, his pubic hair, and his testicles while he stared at what he could see of her tits. Unembarrassed and unashamed, she leered at him in the way that men typically leer at women. She looked at him as if he was a work of art and she was an art collector who had just won him at auction. In the way that he’d love to suck her tits, she looked at him as if she’d, no doubt, love to suck and fuck his cock. In the way that he was hungry for her, he watched her stare at his cock as if she was hungry for him.

“Unless that’s your normal size, you’re really quite swollen,” she said staring at his exposed cock and testicles. She looked from his cock to look up at him before returning her focus to his exposed prick. “Your penis is quite large.”

As if she was grabbing for the brass ring on a merry-go-round, she took his cock in her horny hand as if she was going to have sex with him instead of medically treat him. As if he was having a sexual fantasy instead of being medically examined, with her continuing to feel his prick while fondling his prick, this was like no medical examination that Brett has ever had. He watched her staring at the head of his cock protruding from her closed hand. With the memory of her staring at his prick while holding and fondling his prick, definitely, he’ll be masturbating tonight over the imagined sexual thoughts of her giving him a slow, hand job and/or a hot blowjob while he imagined fondling her big tits and fingering her hard nipples. Right behind his mother, Tiffany, his sister, Erin, and his mother’s friend, Susan, Nurse Elizabeth was his favorite woman to fantasize over her giving him hot sex.

“That’s my normal size,” he said.

As if she was in bed with him instead of him being naked below the waist and on her examining table, she continued holding his prick in her hand while unconsciously fondling the head of it with her fingertips. As if she was holding her personal vibrator or dildo, she appeared to cherish his cock in the way that he was mesmerized by her breasts. He loved her big breasts as much as she obviously loved his big cock.

“Let me know if my touching you hurts,” she said giving him a sexy look while slowly and erotically licking her lips.

With him appearing to have a full erection before, growing to its full length and girth now, as soon as she took his prick in her horny hand and fondled his cock, his erection hardened and his cock stiffened even more. With her still holding his prick in her hand, he looked down to watch her playing with, toying with, and sexually teasing him. Peering at his penis as if she was examining a specimen in a lab, with her leaning forward to more closely inspect his prick, her mouth was only a few inches from the head of his cock. If only he was pain free enough to raise his hips for him to hump upward, with a gentle hand to the back of her head, he could have touched her lips with the head of his engorged prick, that’s how close she was to engulfing him in her mouth. Only as soon as she parted his knees and opened his thighs more to examine his bruises, he screamed in pain.

“Ow! Right there,” he said reaching out his hand to stop her from touching him while filling his horny hand with one of her bra clad breasts. “That hurts. That really hurts, but this really feels nice,” he said looking down at her uniform clad breast. “As if biting down on your big bra, feeling your big tit helps me to ignore the pain,” he said slowly sliding his palm across her nipple that immediately emerged from behind her bra and uniform.

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I have started to keep my 20 year-old son in a chastity cage. I am a staunch feminist and do not believe males should be freely able to orgasm. Ever. I live alone with my son and milk him once a month or so -purely for health reasons. The following is how one such event took place.

Me: I almost forgot. Today is your milking day, isn’t it?

Him: Yes mommy. It’s been over a month. I was worried you forgot about-

Me: Of course not. Now why don’t you go get ready? (It had slipped my mind. Oops!)

My son always gets excited for these rare events. But who wouldn’t? He is well trained and knows what to do. He normally wears a thong or bikini bottom over his cage while he is at home -I like to keep his caged cock out of sight and out of mind. But, I watch as he quickly removes his silver lamé thong and goes upstairs. I wait awhile before following him. As I make my way into my bedroom, a wonderful sight awaits me. My gimp son has strapped himself to the milking bench with each of his arms and legs tied down to the legs of the bench. He rests on his stomach with his chastity cage dangling over the edge with his ass exposed at about waist level. He also is wearing a black, latex mask with built-in blindfolds. I approach the bench and fasten his reminding free hand to the built-in restraints at the base of one of the bench legs. Confident that he is fully tied down, I stand back up and stare down at his bobbing, masked head.

Me: Are you ready to be milked dear?

Him: Yes mommy!

Me: And how long has it been this time?

Him: 2 months…I think…

Me: You think? I bet you know down to the minute.

Him: It’s been 2 months and 6 days.

Truth is…I have been growing weary of these releases. He might suspect something too, since they have been becoming less and less frequent. I think he can go much longer. And I think he’s being spoiled -he gets way too much pleasure from these milkings.

Normally, once he is tied down, I strap a vibrator to his cage -near the base of his chastity device- kütahya escort and he quickly ejaculates, or rather leaks, through the cage. He gets some pleasure but the metal cage never comes off. It only comes off for supervised cleanings and shavings.

Today, these milkings change.

Me: I have a surprise for you today.

Him: What is it mommy?

Me: I think you are being spoiled with these milkings. I have something to add to the mix. I think you will like it.

Him: Anything for you mommy! (He seems ready to please but I sense some fear in his voice.)

Me: Great! Wait one sec, you are about to feel something.

With that, I begin to strap an icepack to his cage, pressing it firmly against his balls. I use Velcro straps to secure it in place.

Him: Mommy that’s cold!

Me: I know. It should stay nice and cold for a while.

Him: Everything down there is going numb. I can’t feel anything.

Me: That is the idea my sweet son…no more feeling, no more pleasure. These milkings are for health reasons only. I can’t have you enjoying them.

Him: But mommy…please…

Me: Quiet!

He knows better than to fight this. I watch him squirm a bit against his restraints as the icepack numbs his balls and caged cock. After a few minutes pass, I grab my personal wand vibrator and start the normal milking procedure.

Me: Ready to be milked or should we wait another 2 months?

Him: Milk me please mommy! Milk me! (I love the desperation in his voice.)

Suppressing a laugh, I place a condom over his tiny cage and then begin rubbing the vibrator up and down his caged cock. I can see his cock swell against the cage in a natural reaction to this new stimulant. I notice precum is already leaking out and filing the tip of condom.

Me: How does it feel my little gimp?

Him: I can barely feel anything mommy.

Me: Good. This is how milkings will take place from now on. Remember to ask permission before you cum!

Him: Yes mommy!

He manisa escort never forgets. He is a good boy. I can’t help but laugh at his pathetic situation. Tied up, getting milked by his dominatrix mother -now with very little sensation to enjoy. Before long, I notice his cock start to swell, and his balls begin to clench up closer to his body -even with ice pack firmly attached. I know what is about to happen.

Him: Mommy I think I’m gonna cum. May I please cum? May I?

Me: Yes you may sweetie.

Him: Thank you mommy.

I continue massaging him with my vibrator, and glance down at his chastity cage hanging over the edge of the milking bench. It should happen soon…

Him: I’m…I’m…I’m cumming!

And with only a slight grunt, my son starts to ejaculate through his cage into the condom. His load is large, having waited over 2 months for release. I can tell he did not get much enjoyment out of it. I smack his ass a few times to get out the last drops. That seems to do the trick. I carefully peel off the condom, leaving the icepack in place. I move to the front of the bench and raise my son’s masked head.

Me: Now, you know what to do. Dispose of your filth. (I empty the condom into his open, gaping mouth.)

Him: Thank you for milking me. (He says this with a mouthful of his own cum.)

Me: You’re welcome dear. I have a few more surprises for you son. And to be truthful, honey, you may not like them at first. But with time, I think you will learn to love them.

But before he has a chance to reply, I stuff my soaking wet thong into his mouth. I’m tired of his voice.

Me: First, my sweet son, these monthly milkings are at an end. I spoil you. I think once or twice a year is more than enough. (I can hear my son begin to protest through his gag.) Starting today, no more monthly milkings! Aren’t you excited!? (More grunting and moaning.) I think your next release should be on your birthday. It will be a nice birthday present, and only seven months from mardin escort now! (Louder grunts from my son.)

At this point I have had enough, so I spank his ass. Hard. He goes quiet.

Me: That’s better. But wait, I have another surprise. (I quickly remove his blindfold.)

I have been saving this surprise for a while. Last month, I bought the tiniest chastity cage I could find. It is a metal cage device -less than an inch long. My son wearing this would be a dream come true. I pull the tiny metal cage out my dresser and reveal it before his face.

Me: A new chastity cage! Made just for big boys like you!

Him: Mmmphh…mmmmpph!

Me: Oh I’m sorry…you have something to say? (I pull my thong out of his mouth.)

Him: But mommy, it’s so small! I don’t think I’ll will fit!

Me: Don’t you worry sweetie. It’ll fit. And once it’s on, it will only come off for the occasional cleaning. Never during milkings. Never again.

Him: What!? But mommy-

Me: No buts. You should be grateful. I could have your cock pierced or put you in a cage with spikes. How would you like that? In fact, I want you to beg me to put this on you. Yes…beg me!

Him: Mommy…(hesitation in his voice)…please can you put this new cage on me…

Me: A little louder… Do you want to wear this?

Him: I want to wear this chastity cage! I want to wear it!

Me: That’s a good boy! And why do you want to wear it?

Him: My cock is tiny! I need a tiny cage!

I pat him on his ass and move back to his cock. I remove the icepack. It has done wonders, everything has shrunken. I take the key from around my neck and remove his old cage. His numb, shrunken cock and balls fall right out with ease. Side by side, the new cage is absolutely miniscule compared to his old chastity cage. I take the new cage and stuff his cock in it, then I put the new ring around his balls. It takes some effort to connect the two pieces -this is going to be tight! There is a nice metallic click when the chastity cage comes together. I pull the key out of the built-in lock and place it around my neck.

Me: Now what do you say?

Him: Thank you mommy. Thank you for keeping me in chastity.

Me: That’s a good boy.

I bend down and give him a kiss on his shiny new chastity cage.

End of Chapter 1

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Jim slipped his shorts over his trunks, pulled on a T-shirt and adjusted his socks. He checked to make sure everything else was packed for their day at the beach. Sunscreen, towels, beach umbrella, and CD player. His mother was making some sandwiches and putting together some other snacks and drinks for them. They piled into the car with Jim driving.

Soon they were at the beach and spread their large towel out and arranged all the items on it. Mariko put up the big umbrella for shade and Julia got out a cool drink for each of them. They had brought a big bottle of sunscreen and Jim offered to apply it to Mariko’s back.

She sat with her back to him and he slipped the straps of her bikini off her shoulders and lathered her with the creamy lotion. Her butt looked so cute that he wanted to cream it up too, but he knew that would have to wait until later. He did slick her legs and spread the milky fluid up the inside of her thighs to her crotch. She wriggled her butt at him in appreciation, and Jim felt his cock stirring in his trunks.

Mariko then covered the front of herself, and applied the sunscreen to Julia’s back. His mother lathered Jim, and then they all settled down to collect some protected rays, putting on their sunglasses and looking around at all the publicly exposed flesh on parade. Jim put a CD on the player, and they all grabbed a cool drink and were ready for their day at the beach.

After awhile, he and Mariko got up to go into the surf, splashing water on each other and swimming a little. He hugged her and ran his hands over her wet body, giving her a playful peck of a kiss, then holding on to her and kissing her on the lips. She seemed embarrassed by this and kept looking around.

“Japanese don’t kiss in public,” she said.

“Okay, just pretend it’s private then,” he said.

“It’s difficult,” she said.

He turned her around so her back was to him and snuggled up behind her, putting his hands on her hips, then briefly touched her breasts. She squealed and put her hands over his, lowering them to her exposed stomach. He kissed her neck and she made a little sound that was half surprise and half pleasure.

His dick started to grow, even in the cool water, and he pressed it into her butt. She laughed and kicked away from him. He watched as she kicked her heels and bobbed in the water, her dark hair tied in a ponytail behind her.

They got out, and dried off. Mariko laid on her back, with her enticing little breasts making cones in the air. It was all Jim could do to keep from grabbing them, pulling the tight bra top off and sucking them into his mouth. He took a sip of his drink and stared at her as she dozed on the big beach blanket, her eyes shaded with a towel.

“She is cute, isn’t she?” Julia said.

“Extremely.”

He turned to look at his mother, afraid he’d said something wrong, that she’d start to get jealous of all the attention he was giving their Asian houseguest. But he needn’t have kahramanmaraş escort worried.

“I can hardly wait to get her in the sack again. Makes me horny just looking at her,” she said.

“Me too,” Jim said, trying to control the rising in his pants.

Julia knee walked over to where Jim was sitting cross legged and began massaging his back. She smoothed a little more lotion on him and put her head close to his as her fingers manipulated the muscles in his back, neck and shoulders.

“Next time I’ve got a dildo I want to use,” she said. “On her, and on you. How does that sound baby?”

“A dildo. Wow Mom. I wanta see it.”

“Oh, you’ll do more than see it. You’ll feel it, and I think you’ll like it. It’s a strap-on.”

“Geez, so you’re gonna fuck her, fuck her like a man.”

“Yes, but gentler, different. And wait’ll you get it. I’m dying to fuck you too baby. Would you like that, like for Momma to fuck her little boy?”

Jim was completely under his mother’s control and would do anything she asked. He was sweating from her hot talk and his dick was impossibly huge in his pants. His heart was beating so fast he started gasping for breath and had to lay down on his stomach to conceal his raging hard-on from the strangers around him.

Julia just smiled knowingly and lay down beside him, her own breasts pointing up a little larger than Mariko’s. Jim couldn’t watch. He had to try to doze a little or he’d be humping his mother and their new houseguest right there on the beach.

When they got home, they were all drained from the day in the sun, sand and surf. Everyone wanted a shower and a nap. It was early evening when they emerged, one by one. Julia was first up, and she started preparing a light dinner. Jim followed soon after, yawning and stretching. Then Mariko came in, looking wonderful. The last remnants of her jet lag had evidently evaporated in the afternoon sun.

“Why don’t you invite Rupert over for dinner, or after dinner?” Julia suggested.

“Great idea,” Jim said, and went over to pick up the cordless phone.

Rupert, who had already heard a little about the new girl in the house, and had sampled Julia, was more than eager to come. He arrived just as dinner was ready. It was a simple soup, salad and fries summertime meal, nothing heavy or greasy. The soup was ramen, and Mariko was amazed to see that they ate it with spoons. She couldn’t figure out how they managed that. She tried, since they had no chopsticks in the house, but it was clearly awkward and unusual for her.

After the meal, they sat around on the floor and Jim put on some music. They discussed playing cards, or actually just strip poker, but it was clear where the evening was headed and no one saw any need for games. Sex would be game enough.

“So, Rupert, Jim’s told me about the two of you, what you like to do together,” Julia said.

“Oh, what’s that?” Rupert asked, his kastamonu escort ears perking up.

“You know, play with each other, do each other.”

“Well, yeah, sometimes,” he said, not sure of exactly how to react. He looked sheepishly at Jim.

“Us girls would like to get in on some of that action. Wouldn’t we Mariko?”

“Yes, like very much,” Mariko said.

“You heard her. Let’s see what you’ve got in your pants boys,” Julia said.

The two guys looked at each other, shrugged, and stripped off their shirts. Jim undid his pants and shrugged them down. Rupert followed his lead and they were down to just underwear. Rupert looked at Julia with her long sexy legs curled under her, then at Mariko, with her short skirt hiked almost to her waist. His hard-on sprouted up, and he reached to adjust it. Jim was smiling and had his hand inside his undershorts, rubbing the tip of his pole.

Julia slid her top off and encouraged Mariko to do the same, then peeled her tight shorts off as Mariko shrugged out of her skirt. Julia undid Mariko’s bra and eased it off her shoulders. Mariko returned the favor, and now all of them were sitting around in just their underpants. Julia put one hand inside her pants, and with the other she massaged Mariko’s hips and thighs, finally rubbing up inside her legs. Mariko let the older woman massage her cunt, spreading her legs and smiling with her red bow lips. She looked into the other woman’s eyes, then at the two men spread out on the floor in front of her.

“Well, get them out,” Julia said. “We want to see them.”

“Yes, play with dick,” Mariko said.

Jim and Rupert tossed aside their underpants and started massaging their pricks as the women watched. It was much like their jack-off sessions except now they had two beautiful women watching and encouraging and playing with each other at the same time. As they jacked off, the familiar feelings took over and they pumped at their hard-ons enjoying the feel of flesh on flesh. With a glance at the eager eyes following their movements, they switched, moving their hands to jack each other off.

“That’s the way. Let’s see you do each other. We want to see you suck each other off,” Julia said. The women had now discarded their panties as well and Julia’s hand was buried in Mariko’s snatch, two fingers snaking up inside her channel as the younger woman spread her legs and gyrated her hips. One of her own hands went to Julia’s cunt and she slipped a finger inside.

“Yes,” Mariko said. “We want see suck dick.” The two women giggled to each other and turned their attention back to the show they were encouraging from the men.

Jim slid down his friend’s body, positioning himself beside his pumping dick, and kissed the head of it. Rupert sighed and Jim licked up the underside, working his tongue into the slit at the head and cupping his balls. He encircled the base, smelled the heady aroma and dived down, taking kayseri escort a huge portion of cock into his mouth in a single gulp.

“Ummm,” he gurgled as he removed the now spit-slicked organ from his mouth. “Tastes good.”

“Yeah, feels good, too,” Rupert said, “Damn good. Oh, yeah that’s it, suck me.”

Jim bent to sucking cock. The smell and feel and taste of it filled his consciousness and he took more and more into his mouth, going up and down on the hard pole, opening his lips as he dove toward the base and tightening the pressure as he pulled back, creating a suctioning motion that sent chills racing through his friend’s body. Soon the slurping sounds of hot cocksucking were filling the air, and Jim was moaning around the meat moving inside his mouth.

Rupert had his fingers in Jim’s hair and was pulling him harder onto his shaft. Each stroke took him farther down, until finally, Jim’s throat muscle parted and his friend’s cock shot all the way into his throat. He nearly choked on it as it completely filled his throat, cutting off his air and causing a gagging sensation. He backed off a little, gasping to regain control.

Gradually he went back down, and slowly let his friend’s hard-on enter his throat again. This time he worked himself up and down on it, fucking his throat around the huge meaty pole. Rupert started bucking his hips, and Jim’s lips touched all the way down to the base of his cock. Rupert fucked his mouth, shoving his dick down inside the tight throat. Jim wallowed on the floor, letting himself be completely taken over by the insistent proddings.

The first blast of Rupert’s cum shot straight down Jim’s throat and the gag reaction returned. Jim pulled back a little and more cum filled his mouth, a few drops oozing out around the corners. His cheeks ballooned up as even more cum flooded into him. This time he swallowed it down and savored the musky sweet taste of it. He swirled his tongue into the piss slit and more juicy cum swelled up. He sucked this like a straw and a few more drops followed.

Rupert fucked into Jim’s mouth a few more times as his hard-on slowly started to subside. Cum was drizzling down Jim’s chin when he finally released the spit-slick pole from his mouth. The two women applauded, and the guys turned to face them.

“Good show,” Julia said. “You sucked his dick like a pro.”

“Yummy,” Mariko said. “Look taste good.”

“Kiss him,” Julia said.

The two men had never done that before, but it felt sexy now, and the women really wanted to see it, so once again they shrugged and joined lips. Jim opened his mouth and Rupert stuck his tongue inside, sucking some of his own cum back into his mouth. They held the kiss for a long time, their tongues swirling together, sharing the taste of the cum between them. Jim was melting into his friend’s arms as he felt his tongue lick the cum off his cheeks and his chin, then join join back with his and feed him the cum he had just sucked. It was a delirious moment and he swooned and faded into a fuzzy, half aware, totally satiated state.

Julia came over and kissed him, getting her own taste of cum, and Mariko followed suit and kissed Rupert. Then the two women kissed, and they all lay huddled close together on the floor, the taste of cum spread between them.

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Everyone in this story is of legal age, the story is about sex and incestual relations, the story deals with the most relevant events, everything pertaining to anything not mentioned in the story has been dealt with adequately behind the scenes and has no bearing to the outcome.

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We had moved into this town right after that big crisis, my parents bought this really nice house for a good price and they had some friends in town, so I felt really comfortable here, I had friends, and now that I was out of school I was helping in and around the house.

I had spent my time before lunch on detailing my car; it was a hot day and I was dirty and sweaty.

It was around noon; I wasn’t making much progress on my car because my mind kept wandering back to the porn, I found on the net last night.

It wasn’t that ordinary run-of-the-mill porn; it was something special to me.

The girls were nice and cute, and the guys were OK, the thing was the way that it played out; they were all so much into it and into each other, like I have never seen; the way the girls looked at those cocks was like they were the most coveted prize in the world; and the guys, they didn’t just pound those pussies, they were so enthralled, like they were magic!

The blonde was sucking and licking the big guy’s cock with so much love and passion that it made me flinch for invading their privacy in that so intimate act between two people.

When the guy went down on her, the camera was perfectly framing her cunt and his face and tongue as he satisfied both his and her craving for pleasure that it was so far from vulgar that it was beautiful.

Their naked bodies were electric, their passion was contagious; the other couple was on the other side of the big bed; she was as beautiful as the first girl, long blond hair, the cleanest cunt in porn and the most perfect breasts, her guy had no trouble with licking her from ass to tit and back, he licked her ass open and then just went to town on it.

The two girls, kissed and cuddled while the guys plunged in and out of their cunts and asses, in a seemingly endless session of sex, lust and love.

I know porn, I know it’s all staged, but this was perfection!

When the guy pulled out his cock out of the blonde’s ass, it was as clean as if he had just washed it, then she took it lovingly into her mouth and took him over the finish line with her tongue, so expertly lucking and sucking, smiling and collecting all of his jizz like the sultriest cum whore, savoring it in her mouth, for her own pleasure as much as his.

I watched and got off three times before my cock was too sore to touch, I dreamt of her going down on me all night and woke up with a mess in my sheets.

Scenes from last night’s adventure were replaying through my mind constantly.

I went in to take a shower before mom served lunch.

In the hall I met my younger of my two older sisters coming out of our parent’s bedroom, she was bent over buttoning up her summer dress.

“I was looking at some of mom’s old clothes.” She told me, blushing, as if I had asked.

I just nodded my head and followed her on the way to my room. Images of sex superimposed over the dark hall in front of me.

As she straightened out, I noticed the familiar immodest bounce of her tits without a bra, I’m a tit man, I just love tits.

Living in a house with three women, I was used to seeing tits bouncing this way and that, and hers bounced like she wasn’t wearing a bra.

We parted in front of her room and when she opened her door, the reflected light shone off of her floor and through her light dress. As far as I could tell from that glimpse, before she closed the door behind her, she was completely naked under it.

I blushed, instantly, as soon as I realized that it was my sister’s nakedness that I was thinking about, about her naked tits; but still, she had the greatest tits.

As I saw her naked body, through her thin dress, the image was etched in my mind.

It was hot and she wore a light summer dress, and when the light hit her from behind, it looked like the dress had just vanished, she was completely exposed to me; her beautifully toned legs, the curve of her ass and back, and her perfect perky breasts from the side. Yes, my sister, had a great ass too. Wow!

I showered and changed and was down before the plates were set.

I helped my sisters arrange the table out on the covered deck, sheltered from the wind and sun, by the side of the pool.

While we set the plates and utensils, my mom and sisters jabbered about the ‘sweetest’ skirts and tops that were being sold this summer, laughing, giggling, while I couldn’t take my eyes off of them.

That one glimpse of Aly’s nudity made me take another look at all of them in a new light, with new eyes, and then, our mother, when she walked out with the soup.

They were beautiful!

It’s not just because that they were mine, objectively hatay escort they were stunning, all three of them, and three pairs of great tits between them.

Each wore something light on account of the nice day that we were having. My younger sister and mom wore nice button-down dresses, and my older sister had a nice thin blouse and a light flowy skirt.

The material just slipped over their skin, and it was obvious that not one of them had bothered with a bra; were the women in my house flaunting their great tits at me?

Maybe not at me, but the way that their tits bounced, I was mesmerized.

In the harsh light of day, I couldn’t be certain, but I couldn’t see one panty line between the three of them, and I looked so hard at their beautiful bodies.

The dresses were nice and even modest, none was any shorter than a couple of fingers above the knee, but even so, they were all sexy as hell, in those few heartbeats, while I watched, I got to see some great ass too!

My dad was down from his room for lunch and he went down the line kissing his wife and daughters one by one, “Son.” He gave me a nod of acknowledgement.

It was just the way that things were at our house.

I followed the well-known ritual with a smile when my eyes caught a glimpse of dad giving mom a pat on her ass, and then intrigued I closed in on him when he kissed my older sister, as he cupped her breast nonchalantly giving it a light, almost imperceivable squeeze, and my other sister the same, with a light stroke to her ass, before he took his place at the head of the table.

Everything that had happened I had witnessed so many times before, for so long, but today, I couldn’t believe my eyes; was I seeing, right? Did my dad just fondle his wife and daughters, openly, out in the yard, before lunch?

Dad sat at the head of the table, my sisters on one side and mom and I on the other side.

It was a lunch like so many others, small talk, giggling and laughing until it was all done and I helped clear everything off with them.

I carried the plates, I set the chairs, no one payed me any mind, while my mind was whirling from what I had just seen, to all of the gorgeous dancing tits around me, that seemed completely oblivious to the erotic images that they were presenting.

I watched my sisters and mom as they did their chores around the kitchen, like a well-oiled machine they worked and had everything done in a flash.

The buttons on mom’s and Aly’s dress had popped open while we ate, and as they worked in the kitchen, showing so much more of their graceful legs then I had ever noticed before, and probably not intending to; and Jenny’s skirt, well it just went in and out between her legs showing clearly, to anyone that bothered to look, that she wasn’t wearing any panties, the way it slipped in and out of the crack of her ass, gliding over her magnificent globes.

WOW!

I went to my room and had to jerk of twice in a row just to get the pressure down.

I had a restless sleep, I was up early, took my coffee to the garage and spent the whole day in the cool shade taking care of my car again, thinking about what I had seen the previous day, images of my home life intermingled with images from porn.

Tired, troubled, sweaty and dirty I went in to wash up before lunch, where I met Jenny and dad coming out of his room, giggling and laughing with her face all flushed.

We are such a family, dad works from home, so does mom, and we do have a lot of fun at our house; but today, I noticed that Jenny had her dress all bunched up and her hair was not as neat as it usually was, and for some reason both were looking away, avoiding eye contact, with me or with one another.

“Just looking at some pictures, from the album.” Jenny felt like she had to tell me, turning toward her room.

“Yes; why don’t you kids get washed up and help mom with lunch?” My dad said, looking past me and then Jenny, giving her a pinch on her ass, sending us along.

The usual. But today, what with the giggling, the flushed face and disheveled dress and hair, it looked so much less than a chaste fatherly kiss, and he did grab her ass as she turned away, definitely.

Mesmerized, I followed the sway of her stunning ass down the hall, watching as it jiggled in front of my eyes, certainly bare under that thin wrap, until she closed her door behind her.

I cleaned up and was down to help, the women in our house were busy as usual, I did my part, and followed their every move.

Mom wore a wraparound dress, almost a house-coat, light flowery designs all over it, tied at the waist and I was noticing it slip open with her every move.

I saw her marvelous bare chest. and was almost floored when she turned, and Newton’s laws took over.

In one swift motion as she turned, her dress stood its place, and when she made the quick step, just before her dress followed her, her leg slipped out between the ığdır escort folds, and as she took another step, the drag of the air around her, flared the sides of it exposing her completely up to her belted waist!

Walking toward me I got a quick look at my mother, she was as naked as any of my sister’s ‘Barbie’ dolls, when I would hike up their skirts, and my mother was as clean and as smooth between her legs as they were, her bare pussy flashed me!

How have I never noticed this before?!? I kept asking myself.

Aly wore this plain beige, thin, short sleeved dress draped to her knees and slits on the sides; the front kept collecting between her legs, delightfully exposing a lot of bare thigh, and it was so obvious to me now, that under that flimsy cloth she was completely naked.

Jenny had chosen a white cotton top, like a large ‘T’ shirt, and a white cotton skirt. The top molded to the top of her tits alluringly, and hung loosely around her, and the skirt, held-up with an elastic waistband, just accented her curves, falling over her bare ass, hugging to her gorgeous legs as she walked.

I was hard!

I watched my mother and sisters, and I got hard!

Dad came down just as we were about to call him, and went down the line kissing, mom first; she returned his kiss, and ever so discreetly, cupped his crotch, he held his hand on her ass, a little more firmly.

Aly bounced up to him, throwing her arms around his neck as if he had just come from the other side of the world, and with the hand that was away from us, I saw him cup and squeeze her wonderful breast.

Jenny waited her turn; as they embraced, I saw her, covertly, grab our father firmly between his legs and tug, while he kissed both of her cheeks.

They all took their places, everything was as it ever was, laughing and giggling all through lunch, but now, I was seeing things a whole lot differently.

There seemed to be a dynamic in my family that I wasn’t aware of.

I had always minded my business, I had been good at school, I was beginning to participate in the work that my parents and sisters were doing from home, I did my share, and then I had fun.

I had my car, my friends, a girl, now and then; I went to the family gatherings, but I never noticed the dynamic that had just blown up in my face.

After lunch, I watched as the girls took care of things in the kitchen, I helped, but all that I could see were three beautiful naked women, happy, working in unison to get things done.

I went to my room, I played my music and got lost in my thoughts.

I was sweating, it was hot, I put on my trunks and went out to the pool.

After a refreshing swim, I spread out on the lounge under the covered deck and listened to my music, contemplating.

The sun was setting in the yard, I glanced up from my lounge and, through the window, noticed my mom enter my dad’s study, the shades were up, and I could see the whole room.

Dad was at his desk, mom closed the door and unraveled her dress, skillfully folding it, she draped it over the back of a chair, she walked up to him, delightfully naked; while he was still sitting in his chair, he took her by the waist and pulled her up to him, kissing her stomach, grabbing her stunning ass.

I glanced around the yard; I didn’t want to get caught perving on my parents; I was alone.

With the distance between me and them, I felt safe watching.

Mom was beautiful, completely naked now in front of me, I could really appreciate her beauty. Her skin was flawless, she had magnificent tits, and they were firm and high up on her chest, even at her age, her legs, her ass, just marvelous.

She walked toward my father, smiling, her hips swaying, taking her time to get to him, giving him, and me, the time to appreciate her naked body.

Turning slightly, she rested a leg on dad’s chair, giving him full access to her lovely crotch. She had a great pussy, completely smooth, just a slit between her legs, I could see, now that it was unobstructed by clothes.

Dad bent down and licked her, she threw her head back, he held her ass in both hands and buried his face between her legs.

She grabbed his head in both hands and I could see her pull on his hair.

He picked her up and put her ass down on the desk in front of him, he splayed her legs on either side of his head and dove in; she leaned back, pulling her great legs up, she made as much room for him between them as she could.

He grabbed her thin waist and just went on and on and on, not coming up for air, his head buried into the well of her desire, drinking his fill.

I watched as my mother’s legs shook in the air above my father’s head, I saw her flaying her head, her hair flying all over her face, her eyes closed, her mouth open, gasping for air, in pleasure.

Her hands held on to the edge of his desk, her arms straining.

And then, she constricted around his head, grabbing him ısparta escort with both her arms and legs, and she just held him there, her sitting on the desk in front of him, and him with his face buried between her legs.

Slowly they unfurled, she got down from his desk, steadying herself with a hand on his shoulder, he gave her a tissue from the box, she took a handful and wiped down her pussy with a wide smile on her red face, he kissed her hands, her stomach, as she was cleaning up, she ruffled his hair, he pinched her ass, she bent down and grabbed his cock, illuminated by the last rays of the setting sun.

I couldn’t hear a thing from inside the room, but he moved his chair away from his desk, and she knelt down between his legs.

He opened his robe, she pulled up his cock, he caressed her hair, she cupped his balls, and with a smile on her face, she took his cock into her mouth.

My beautiful mother was going to suck a cock!

I had to change my place in the yard, I couldn’t see what was going on, so I crept up to the corner of the window.

Yessss! My gorgeous mother was sucking a cock, my father’s cock, but still, she took a cock in her mouth!

I could see my mom going down on my dad, she was kissing his cock in turn with swallowing it, she was bobbing her head, licking, sucking, kissing it, like it was the sweetest thing in the world, she held it against her cheeks, and from the expression on her face, I could almost hear her cooing.

Dad held her head in both hands slumping down in the chair, throwing his head back, his eyes were closed and the pleasure on his face was obvious.

He grabbed the armrests with both hands, slumped down even more and gave mom complete control.

She pumped his cock faster now, and seemingly well-rehearsed, she opened her mouth just in front of the tip of it, her tongue slipping out licking just the underside, her lips kissing and sucking the very tip that burst in seconds.

He came into her open mouth!

She was licking and aiming, he was cumming and cumming, she was still pumping, dragging it over her lips, smearing his cum into the skin of her face, all the while looking up at him and at the pleasure on his face.

She eased out on him, he slumped down in his chair, spent, she took the head of his cock in her mouth and sucked on it, he caressed her head, ran his fingers through her hair.

With his cock, she wiped off her face of cum and licked it up, when she was done, I could be sure that she didn’t waste a drop.

So, my parents still have sex, and my mom is a cock-sucking slut, who would have thought?

Mom got up off her knees, dad gave her mouth a kiss, she slowly slipped into her dress and with another kiss, left his room.

It was like a replay of that porn that I had watched, all the love and passion that I ascribed to the girls acting, I saw unfold right in front of my eyes between my parents!

I know that it was weird, but I had to see my mother, right now!

I put on my headphones and returned to the house, I found her still in the hall, flushed, dress and hair disheveled, lips red as a rose, her face still shiny with cum, her ample chest rising and falling, and a glazed look in her eyes, like she’d been drinking; to think about it, she had!

“Hi baby.” She said, caressing my cheek with the same hand that she’d just been so lovingly jacking my dad off with.

“Hi, mom. I was thinking about diner.” I said, the first thing that had popped in my mind. Looking at her luscious lips, her heaving chest, her ever so slightly swaying hips.

“We just ate. Still growing, are you? Always hungry?” She said, giving my shoulder a motherly squeeze.

“No, not now, but diner, you know?” I was making small-talk, keeping her from retreating into her room, marveling at her beauty and the glow she had on her face, her exposed chest, drinking it up, feeding my desires.

“Why don’t you go and ask your sisters, and we could order pizza?” She said, her hand slipping from my shoulder to my chest; “So big and strong, just like your father.” She said, the dreamy look never leaving her face.

I looked down on her, her bare tits beautifully presented under her thin dress, her bare thigh exposed almost to her marvelous crotch that I had just seen naked through my father’s window.

“Yes. I’ll just see what Aly and Jenny say and get back to you.” I said, watching her disappear into their bedroom.

My heart was beating right out of my chest, my mother was smelling of sex and cum so much that I could almost taste it.

I went to Aly’s room.

Her door opened silently.

From the doorway I could see her on top of her bed, on her front side, flicking at the images on the computer screen in front of her.

Her light dress was pulled up on her legs, way more than halfway up her thighs, I could almost see her crotch.

She acted as if she didn’t know that I was there, which I was certain that she did.

“I came to ask you about dinner,” I announced myself, all the while intently watching the space between her graceful legs for a glimpse of her pussy.

She glanced at me over her shoulder, a quick glance at my face then a stare at my crotch, maybe slightly spreading her legs.

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“Danny, Danny where are you boy?” shouted my Dad as he walked through our house.

“In the kitchen Dad, just doing the dishes” I answered back. I heard Dad come into the kitchen, he was a little drunk after the dinner party we’d had with his boss, Mr Thompson, which had ended about half an hour ago. Dad came up behind me, pulled my grey sweatpants down and rammed his 7″ cut, hard and thick cock deep into my pussy in one go. My ass was already loose, lubed and it still had Mr Thompson’s mammoth cum load in it, so I was prepared, but the force of Dad’s entry still took me a bit by surprise. Not that I minded at all – I loved it when Dad was in the mood to fuck like a bull and hurt my hole while he fucked me.

Dad pounded my cunt deep and hard, ramming his cock all the way in then pulling almost out and deep dicking me over and over. I pushed my ass back to get his cock as deep as possible. The squelchy slurpy sound of Dad fucking Mr Thompson’s cum was turning me on big time. My 7″ uncut cock was pressed up against the kitchen sink as Dad pushed me forward. Dad was breathing heavy and grunting like a pig, then pushed his cock as deep as he could and held it there while his hot daddy cum flooded my guts once more. I felt the warmth and wetness of his seed as he filled my pussy.

As his cock stopped spurting he started to soften and slowly fell out of my pussy. I felt something at my hole and then realised Dad had brought in a butt plug with him. He pushed it slowly inside me until it lodged into place. “Keep that cum in your cunt Danny, your Uncle Phil and cousin Sam will be over soon. I’m sure they will love a sloppy loose cunt to play with” he said. Dad kissed the back of my neck, eskişehir escort put his cock away in his pants and left me alone.

“Hmmn, Uncle Phil AND Sam” I thought and smiled. Sam had a big cock, but Uncle Phil was massive!! He must be 10″, with a large bulbous knob that really stretched my hole, and his shaft was as thick as my forearm. My cunt was gonna be sore tonight. I smiled at the prospect of a hard fucking by everybody – what a great day this was turning out to be.

So let me back up a bit and tell you how all this started. Won’t take long and I think you’ll enjoy it.

My name is Danny, I’m gay and 20 years old, 5’8″ tall, close cropped brown hair and clean shaven. My body is toned from all the swimming and cycling I do. I have a slightly hairy chest, and my cock is about 7″ long and uncut. My balls are tight, not loose hangers like my Dad. He is Patrick, 40 years old, 5’10” tall with a heavy set big body – not fat as he works in the building trade so gets plenty of exercise during work and he plays amateur rugby for a local team. He has a full head of brown hair, closely cropped beard, very hairy chest and a thick 7″ cut cock with low hanging balls.

My mum Anne, walked out on Dad when I was 17. I later found out she had discovered him and Uncle Phil fucking like rabbits one day when she came home from work early. She moved back to her parents up in the North of the country but I stayed with Dad because of my schooling. About 18 months later mum was killed in a car crash when a drunk driver slammed into the side of her car. We went to her funeral and afterwards, as it was 100 miles away from our home, we stayed in a roadside Motel gaziantep escort for the night sharing a twin room. Dad was a bit emotional and I heard him sobbing during the night. I went to his bed and got in bed with him and just held him as he sobbed. We both drifted off to sleep but early the next morning I woke up to feeling my dad caressing my naked body from behind, running his hands all over my chest, pulling me close. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my ass and his hairy chest pressed firmly against my back.

“He must be having a horny dream” I thought, “probably thinks I’m a woman”. It was good though, to feel his hard cock pushed against my ass. I was getting really turned on, my cock growing hard and leaking precum as he caressed my chest. His hand moved lower and got close to my hard wet cock. “Oh oh, that will wake him up” I thought. Then his hand was fondling my cock and playing with my balls. He wrapped his hand around my cock and slowly started pumping it, up and down, pushing more precum out of my piss slit. Rubbing the precum over my knob head then pumping my shaft some more.

Dad started nuzzling the side of my neck as he pumped my hard wet cock. I turned over onto my back and suddenly felt Dad’s lips on mine, softly kissing me, his tongue tickling my lips. I opened my mouth and his tongue darted in and we began tongue kissing. My hand had found it’s way to my Dad’s hard cock. It felt so thick and was leaking loads of precum. I held it firmly and started wanking him as he tugged on my cock. He started to moan and his breathing got heavy, then his cock blasted a huge cum load over my lower chest and leg. That was too giresun escort much for me and I shot my load over my chest and his hand.

We continued kissing and cuddling, covered in our mutual cum loads and then Dad said “I’ve wanted to do that for so long Danny. Hope you’re not upset with me?”

“No Dad, don’t be silly. I’ve wanted to play with your cock for ages, ever since I saw you in the pool changing room. I had no idea that you were into cock though.”

We lay in the motel bed for about another hour, kissing, talking, laughing. It felt a bit weird after the events of the previous day, but somehow felt good that we had connected with each other.

Afterwards on the drive home, Dad took hold of my hand and placed it over his cock. I could feel it’s hot hardness through his shorts. My cock instantly grew hard and tented my trackie pants as I was going commando. We pulled over into a deserted lay-by, and Dad pulled my trackies down, pounced on my cock, and surprising me by sucking my cock into his mouth. It was the first time I’d had a guy blow me, and I loved it. Dad did too especially when I fed him a load of hot spunk. Then it was my turn. Dad’s cock was already out of his shorts and glistening with loads of precum. I lowered my head and started licking the precum, tasting another man’s jizz for the first time. I started tongue fucking his piss slit, then licking around the throbbing knob head and then finally sinking as much of his cock into my mouth as I could. I loved the taste and feel of his hard fleshy cock meat in my mouth. He didn’t last long, his nuts blasting a hot salty spunk load into my mouth and throat within minutes. I swallowed every drop of the jizz that made me.

And that was how Dad and I became lovers. Took a bit longer to tell you than I thought it would, and I hope you enjoyed me telling you. I hope you want to read more – about the first time Dad fucked me, how we got Uncle Phil and Sam involved, and why I had just spread my legs for Dad’s boss.

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I was a rather ordinary 18-year old, somewhere between adolescence and manhood. I had just started my first year at university while still residing at my parents’ house, where I’d lived for practically all my existence. It was a suburban home, not far from the city – it must have cost a small fortune for my parents to afford this home, yet I had always regarded it as plain and quite frankly, boring. I had been looking forward to moving out and seizing the opportunity to be independent once high school had finished, but eventually decided it was worthwhile to stay in familiar comfort throughout my time at university. After all, my sister Julie was at the same university and had also decided to stay at home until she could afford her own place.

Julie was only two years older than me, but truthfully it felt like a larger age gap because we’d always been quite distant. I always felt that it was due to the fact that we were polar opposites personality-wise. I was usually the shy and self-conscious type, struggling to fit in with the new and unfamiliar, but Julie seemed to make friends everywhere she went. However, she didn’t let this get to her as she always worked hard at school, and despite her popularity I had often regarded her as bookish and intellectual. I had always admired her for these traits but also couldn’t help but feel the occasional twinge of jealousy, as she seemed to overshadow me in every domain. In all sincerity, I could only dream of having Julie’s confidence in approaching any situation, but I didn’t let this jealousy erupt from the surface of my quiet, calm demeanour. We were usually on good, friendly terms, but we never really confided anything in one another.

Being in her last term at university, she would be moving out at the end of the year but I was grateful for her presence – in my first few weeks, she helped me get familiar with the university, given that she’d been there already for the previous two years. Although I thought we were so different, I bonded with her group of friends and we ended up hanging out with the same crowd. I gradually built up more self-assurance, and with it I began to talk to my sister much more – we would spend a lot of time together, from sharing rides to and from university, to going out on weekend nights. I soon find out that we weren’t so unalike after all.

I had been anticipating elazığ escort one particular Friday night when a bunch of people I knew, including my sister and a girl I recently had my sights set on, were to attend a nightclub in the city. Julie herself seemed to be making a big deal out of it, having bought a new dress for the occasion – it was dark purple and surprisingly tight-fitting. As usual, the anticipation would lead to disappointment from my perspective, as I got nowhere near the aforementioned girl, but virtually every night out had ended the same for me so I was used to it. I hid my frustration by hitting the booze and by one in the morning I was getting too intoxicated to stand, let alone dance. I figured it would be more sensible to admit defeat and trudge home, rather than to make a fool of myself any more than I already had done. However, I had to find my sister first, as we had agreed on getting a taxi back home together. I looked around the bar, having no success in finding her until she stepped out of the shadows, from seemingly out of nowhere.

“About ready to take off, Adam?” she queried. “Actually I was hoping to find you and ask the same thing.”

“Well I’ve had just a bit too much to drink and I’m absolutely smashed… let’s go, I’ll call a taxi.”

As we approached home in the back of a taxi, the effects of different combinations of alcoholic beverages took hold on my sister, and she was sound asleep by the time the taxi pulled up in the driveway. I had sobered up considerably, and had to take responsibility, but soon found that it would not be as simple as planned to wake my sister from her drunken slumber. One way or another, I ended up having to carry Julie into the house, up the stairs and then plopped her down onto her bed. She was still in her close-fitting dress, but I assumed she was too tired to care. I went and got ready for bed, undressing into just my boxers for the night, before coming back to turn off the lights in my sister’s room. While still quite tipsy, for a few seconds I admired her alluring figure, her adorable rosy cheeks and listened carefully to her soft, gentle breathing. I had never looked at her sexually before that moment, but it was hard not too in that outfit and with my drunken state to blame it on. But soon, I heard her stir and I spun around erzincan escort to see her eyes flutter open as she scanned her surroundings, before realising where she was.

“Home sweet home,” I told her. “I carried you in from the taxi, guess you had a few too many,” I added in response to her confused expression.

“Aww, thanks Adam, that’s very sweet of you”. Suddenly, she winced in pain, and naturally I asked her what the matter was. “My back is killing me! It’s this dress, I’ve never worn it before – I’m so sore!”

Looking at her shelf, I saw something that would definitely help her. “Some of that lotion might do you some good,” I observed, taking a bottle of moisturiser and chucking it onto the bed.

“Yeah, thanks Adam, I’ll put some on – hey, you reckon you could do it for me?”

“Me?” I responded curiously.

“Well it’s right in the middle of my back, I’ll never reach it – I mean, unless you don’t want to, or -“

“No, it’s fine,” I said in haste. She thanked me, pulling down her dress to expose her back and I could see the rash, it didn’t look too serious but I was glad to help. However, my ability to rub lotion into it was restricted by her bra and I told her this. Without hesitation, she gladly unhooked her bra as it fell to the mattress, and to my surprise she made no attempt to hide her breasts which were exposed in all their glory. I had never seen them before, but they were moderately large and perky, and it was difficult to look away. She noticed the direction of my gaze, but simply smirked.

“What? They’re only boobs… it’s not like I need to hide them from you anymore, we’re both adults now aren’t we?”

I tried to respond but my brain couldn’t formulate any words, so I just got to work rubbing the lotion all over her back. She breathed a sigh of relief and moaned every so slightly, and as my hands worked over the smooth skin of her bare back I became increasingly aware of the fact that my sister was turning me on. I doubted that she was doing it on purpose but all I knew was that a rock hard erection was forming under my boxers. I continued to caress her a back for a few moments, before she spoke.

“So what happened between you and Alicia anyway?”

This took my by shock – Alicia was the girl I had hoped to hook up with over the course of the erzurum escort night, but I had ultimately failed to do so.

“Don’t look surprised – girls can tell things. Especially sisters,” Julie informed me.

“Oh is that so? Well… then you should already know that absolutely nothing happened between us.” I summoned the bravery to go further. “I mean, I’m not saying I didn’t want it to, but you know… it just didn’t happen.”

“That’s a shame… Do you usually get what you want? With girls… I expect you’re quite the charmer.”

I laughed out loud, completely at my own expense. “Yeah I wish… afraid I’m not as gifted as you are at that kind of stuff.”

“Gifted? What is that supposed to mean, brother?”

“You know… I bet you don’t have problems attracting guys. You’re not shy like I am… and you’re – you know – you’re gorgeous.” I don’t know why I said it, it just slipped it out and I was embarrassed. I hadn’t even thought about my sister in that way until that very evening, and suddenly I was bestowing compliments upon her. I tried to concentrate on rubbing the lotion in her back while blushing furiously.

Julie sensed my embarrassment. “Oh! That’s okay, Adam, it’s fine for you to think your sister is gorgeous!” she imitated my voice and it didn’t help with the embarrassment.

“Not in that way, but you know -“

“Not in that way? I thought you just admitted you find your big sister hot!”

“Julie, it’s not like that, it’s -“

She was toying with me now, feeding off my embarrassment in the situation, but what happened next came as a total shock. “Is that why I’ve made you so hard?” she question me with a mischievous smile on her face, as she turned around to fully reveal her amazing breasts, grabbing my erection through my boxers. That alone was about to push me towards a huge orgasm but suddenly there was an interruption. We both heard footsteps, as either my father or mother had awoken, and we both broke apart.

Thankfully, whoever it was did not come in, and I did not want to imagine the sort of questions that would’ve been directed towards me if I had been discovered in my sister’s room while she was topless. However, this intervention allowed me to come to my senses, I realised that her drunkenness should not be exploited and I told her good night, heading off to my own bed.

I could not get my mind off the mental image of my sister’s immaculate tits, I imagined a scenario in which we hadn’t been interrupted, in which my sister willingly obliged to every one of my sexual fantasies. It did not take long for me to relieve myself, and I soon after fell asleep.

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Chapter 1

I was getting really pissed off with my mother-in-law. How I wished the real estate agent could speed up the process so that we could move out. I was never keen to come to Singapore, with the decent job and pay that I was getting in the States, but alas, my wife was homesick and persuaded me to come. So while my wife is working in the family business, I’ll was stuck at home with my in-laws waiting impatiently to start work in about a month’s time.

Not being a Singaporean (I’m American born Chinese); I was amazed at how long it takes to arrange for one of those apartments. What with the appointments and all. Worse still, we can’t shift in after we get the keys either. That was my mum-in-law’s idea, saying that the seventh moon or something is bad to shift, and therefore had a geomancer fix a date. After getting involved, the geomancer decided that the renovations in the house were not conducive, and proposed some remodeling of the house. Sigh… this pretty much explains my predicament right now.

“Eddie, can you help me?”

“Yes mum.” I replied feigning friendliness, as I was told not to offend Chinese mother in-laws as they were the dowager or whatever. But, alas, I love my wife and again some wise old person (my grandmother) told me that one had to accept whatever they’re married into. Always thought this applied to the women more than the guys, but what the heck, what do I know about Chinese culture?

I headed over to the kitchen and saw my mother in-law perched on top of a stool trying to reach out for the blender at the top shelf. I looked up at her and found something weird. She was wearing a T-shirt and a very short pair of shorts. As the shirt was big, it offered a view through the sleeve hole her breasts and the shorts being short, her panty less crotch area!

I was at a loss for words and was brought back to reality by her comment.

“Eddie, maybe I’ll need you to help me take it down instead.” She said.

I quickly looked at her face, and was relieved that she said it without noticing me staring at her. I put out my hand to help her down from the stool. She took it, but without warning, she slipped off the stool and landed on top of me.

“Are you okay mum?” was all I could muster from the shock after she landed on me. The fall led to her t-shirt riding up, exposing her breasts to me. She quickly got up and composed herself.

“Err… I… I’m okay, but look at you… you’ve got a nasty cut on you thigh!”

I looked down at my legs and noticed that it was bleeding from what looked like fingernail marks. She must have run her nails through my thighs accidentally as she fell on top of me. Although the wounds weren’t serious, the slight bleeding made it seem so.

“Oh, it’s not too bad. It won’t scar me.” I replied.

“Let me have a closer look at it.” She said. Without waiting for my reply she went on her knees and inspected my thighs.

“Wow, quite a long cut. In fact it has even got up to here.” Without pausing, she put her hand at my shorts and slowly lifted it up a bit, seemingly to inspect my wound closely. I was in shock at what she was doing. Then, I suddenly felt something touch my dick. I looked down and realized her hair was brushing against my dick (I wasn’t wearing anything under my shorts) as she continued to inspect the wound, seemingly unaware of my dick awakened by the gentle brushing of her hair.

She let go of my shorts and told me to clean up so that I don’t get an infection. She was saying how this was important with this SARS thing going around. I took her advice and went into the shower and got ready for a shower.

While I let the water run on my body, I couldn’t help but think about what had happened in the kitchen. Was it just my imagination, or was my mother in-law hitting on me? I was just at a loss, but as my mind was replaying the incident, I began to feel an erection building up again. Before that incident, I never noticed my mother in-law before. She was after all my mother in-law. My wife’s mother for goodness sake.

But she looks pretty good for her age. She’s about 50 years old, but could easily pass off as somebody 10 years her junior. My wife is probably a carbon copy of her and at 5’8” is about two inches taller than her mum. She has maintained herself quite well indeed as she was about 100lbs or so, which a lot of women half her age would love to be. What was different was her breasts. They were fuller than my wife’s at about a C cup or so.

Thinking about her breasts, only brought more urge to start stroking myself more. But I thought I probably would wait for my wife to come back later and give her a good hump.

I must have taken quite a while to shower as I heard my mother in-law call out my name, asking if I were alright. Maybe she thought I had fainted from the loss of blood or something, I laughed as I finished up my shower. I came out of the fogged out shower screen and reached for a towel to dry up when I realized that my mother in-law was standing diyarbakır escort at the doorway looking at me.

“I didn’t hear your answer and thought I’d check…” She stopped short as I noticed that she had shifted her gaze to what was between my legs.
I quickly took a cover to cover myself up. She quickly looked up at me and again asked if I were alright. I told her so and she left me to dry myself up.

Although I had just finished my shower, I was again getting sweaty. Must be the humid weather, or maybe what had transpired a minute ago.

I came out of the bathroom wrapped in my towel and to my surprise, my mother in-law was there, sitting on my bed.

“Let me apply some antiseptic cream on your wound.” She said.

“It’s okay mum, err I can do it myself.”

“No, you man are all too careless. You must be really careful with this SARS thing.” She said. I thought for a moment, she had a smile on her face when she said that. Almost like those of a predator in sight of its prey.

“Err… okay mum.” I replied.

She got me to sit on the bed next to her and began applying the antiseptic cream on my wound. I swear she was being a bit deliberate about it as she applied from the lowest part of the wound, around the knee area and moving slowly up to my groin. I could feel blood slowly building up in my groin area leading to my dick rousing beneath the white towel.

By the time she had reached the top of the wound, my dick was screaming to be flogged. It had set up a tent underneath the towel and I think even a blind person would be able to feel it.

“Looks like your wound is swelling up.” She said nonchalantly.

Was she talking about the cut, or was the bitch baiting me? I didn’t know how to react to this situation and quickly mumbled to her that I think the first aid pretty much covered up everything.

But she didn’t stop. She lifted up the remainder of the towel, exposing my dick, standing at attention and all and simply pushed my body back onto the bed. In shock, the push was just enough to force me on my bed when I felt something warm enveloping on my dick.

I looked up in horror as I saw my mother in-law taking my 9 inch meat into her mouth. How she managed to take so much of it in, I’ll never know but hey, this wasn’t supposed to happen. I wanted immediately to ask the bitch to stop, but her skilful sucking was really good and my enjoying dick put a stop to any resistance that my mind was about to offer.

“Oohh… mum, this is good… b-but we shouldn’t be doing this.” I offered feebly.

She was in a world of her own, oblivious to what was happening or what I was saying. Short of me beating the shit out of her, she probably won’t stop. Well, if she wanted my cock for lunch, then so be it. I simply closed my eyes and allowed her to take me.

I was feeling really good when she stopped for a moment. I didn’t want to open my eyes as I thought it would be really embarrassing. Instead I expected her to walk out embarrassed. Instead I suddenly felt her body on top of me and a kind of musky scent on my nose. I opened my eyes to see her well shaven pussy in my face.

“Lick my pussy… please.” She implored me. I did so without hesitation.

Soon I could hear her moans, even though they were muffled as she still had my dick in her mouth. Her pussy was musky but was different from my wife’s as it was not as easily wet as my wife’s. (I was to find out later that a woman past menopause takes a bit longer to get wet.)

We must have gone on for a good fifteen minutes or so. I felt her hips thrusting and her thighs beginning to grip on my head. She must be feeling the goodness that my tongue could provide her. She quickly stopped sucking on my dick and got up, and without facing me, impaled herself with my dick. She began rocking herself up and down and to and fro like doggie style, but with me lying down. The grip of her pussy was getting really strong as I felt her getting her first orgasm. She kept on thrusting, fucking like her life depended on it and pretty soon I could feel the build up of a second orgasm from her.

This time the gripping was more intense and it led to my balls churning as I felt the buildup of pressure on it. I was about to shoot. She must have felt it too as she increased the speed of thrusts and the sucking effect of the gripping pussy intensified, drawing the first shot of sperm out of my balls through my dick and deep inside her pussy. The shots kept going as her pussy squeezed every bit of sperm out of my dick until I was dry.

I was just getting out of the post-coital high. I reached out wanting to hug her, but my touch set her off as she let out a scream and ran out of her room.

Now I was mystified…

Chapter 2

I went back again to the bathroom and had a quick shower to wash away all the remnants of the tryst. When I came out, I noticed that the bedsheets had been changed. I thought that my mother in-law must have edirne escort done it while I was in the shower.

I got out of the room in search of my ‘accidental lover’, but could not find her in the common areas of the house. I went towards my in-law’s bedroom and knocked gently on the door. There was no response.

“Err… mum, it’s Eddie. Can I come in?”

There was again no response. Sensing something amiss, I tried opening the door to the room. To my surprise, it was locked. I began to worry, as her sudden departure from my room had stumped me.

“Mum, it’s Eddie, are you alright? Please answer me, I’m getting a bit worried.” I spoke to the door.

There was a moment’s silence, but as I was about to kick the door in, I heard a faint voice behind the door.

“Eddie, I’m okay. I need to rest a while.”

I thought I heard a sob or two from behind the door, but decided to let it pass. She probably needed some time to herself to do whatever she needed to do. I headed into the kitchen to see if I could whip up something for lunch.

After fixing up some fried rice, I again went to my in-law’s room to check if she wanted to join me for lunch.

“Mum, would you like to join me for lunch? I cooked up some fried rice.”

Again there was no answer. So I decided to leave her alone as I devoured my share of the fried rice. I could never understand it, but somehow sex always increases my appetite. After an enjoyable lunch I was kind of feeling drowsy from the humidity in the dining room. Decided to take a nap in my room with the air conditioning on.

It didn’t take long for me to go into dream land. It wasn’t a good sleep at all as I kept having a troubling dream. It had to do with the whole family being in the house (including my parents). Everybody was having a good time around the dining table, chatting amongst themselves but somehow it felt odd that nobody seem to take notice of me.

I tried to get into the conversation, but would instead be given dirty looks followed by more ignorance from them. After being ignored for quite a while, I finally couldn’t help myself anymore and shouted to them. My parents glared at me and screamed at me saying that I should shut up as I had sinned.

I looked at my mother in-law’s direction and she shouted “You rapist!”.

I was awakened by that shout. Although the air conditioning was on at full blast, I was soaked in perspiration and my throat was dry. Phew, was I glad that it was merely a dream. A quick glance at the alarm clock showed 2.30pm. I had been sleeping for just over an hour. I decided to get a cool drink to cool myself off.

Going into the kitchen, I found my mother in-law busy cleaning up the mess I created while cooking lunch. I wanted to make conversation, but felt somewhat uneasy doing so. Was it the dream or was it what we had done earlier on in the day? I decided to go into the living room to catch some on the war in Iraq on CNN.

At about 3pm, I thought I would remind my mother in-law that her favourite TV programme was on.

I went to the kitchen and called out to her as she finished putting the remaining laundry into the washer.

“Mum, your Golden Years programme is on. You want to watch?” I asked.

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a minute.” She replied with a seemingly more normal tone.

I went back to the living room and switched it to channel 8. The theme of the programme was playing and before it was done, I saw my mother in-law in the living room with two cups of Chinese tea. After handing me my cup of the beverage, she sat on her favourite chair and was pretty much engrossed in the programme.

Seeing that she seemed to be back to her normal self again, I decided to chat with her. She seemed receptive, but no mentioned of what happened was made.

At the end of the programme, she took my finished cup and went back to the kitchen again. This time I could hear that she was preparing to make dinner. I decided to go to the driving range across the road to hit a few hundred balls or so.

Somehow I didn’t have a good session in the range. But anyway, I was more keen to be out of the house than to stay at home. Golf was merely a means to achieve an end.

By the time I was done, I went home and was somewhat surprised that my wife and father in-law was no where in sight. I called out to my mother in-law and was told that my wife had a last minute dinner meeting, while my father in-law wasn’t going back for dinner as he too had a prior engagement. She began nagging that it would have been better if she had been informed earlier so that she wouldn’t have to spend so much time cooking. Well, looks like she was back to the mother in-law from hell.

I helped her to set the table for a dinner for two. I offered her some wine, which I liked to have when I had dinner. Pretty soon, we were on it eating dinner quietly.

My mother in-law continued to nag about how her husband always took her for granted edirne escort bayan and all. I think something must have clicked in her mind for she unwittingly also let on that he had another wife and several children and that he’s probably having dinner there now. This caught me by surprise, but also led me to understand his frequent absence from home.

Seeing that the communications channel was seemingly open, I decided to talk about what happened in the morning.

“Err… mum, what we did this morning…”

“Eddie, it was wrong. I think, we should just let it pass. I was crazy then by seducing you and all. But I hope that you understand that I am a lonely woman. However, I can’t let this go on as I don’t want what had happened to me to happen to my daughter.”

I nodded in agreement, but thought I would probe further.

“Mum, so all these years you knew about dad, why didn’t you do anything about it?” I asked.

“How could I? You have to understand that divorce isn’t always the answer. I had Rachel (my wife), Winnie and Jeffrey to think about too. They were very young then, I couldn’t bear to break up the family then. Although they have all now grown up, I don’t want to now as I see no need to. It may be an act that your father and I put up, but at least the family is happy.”

“Oh mum,” I replied “You are such a poor lonely woman.”

“Don’t worry about me, I too have friends to be with.” She said.

Somehow that statement brought my radar going crazy. What did she mean by that. Was she also having flings outside? The curiosity just killed me. Better take advantage of the effects of the wine and ask her.

“So mum, how do you keep from being lonely.”

“Err… I don’t know Eddie, should I tell you? Well, err… okay. I too have some people to help kill the boredom, I think you know what I mean. In fact, what the heck, I think I’ll feel better anyway, I think I’m bisexual.”

“Huh?” I was surprised. “How come?”

“Well you know Aunt Susan?” she asked again.

I nodded, intrigued as ever. Aunt Susan was a pretty friend of my mum in-law. She was in her late thirties, but really sexy. We call her auntie as she’s a friend of my mother in-law’s.

“She’s more than my best mahjong kaki you know. You know all those trips we take together, well it’s to get away and spend some time by ourselves.”

“But Aunt Susan is married and with kids.” I protested.

“It’s a long story Eddie, but in essence, we became friends when I was at my lowest point and she showed me what the world out there was like.” She answered.

I felt that the wine was talking more than she was, but nevertheless, poured her more to loosen that tongue of hers further.

“Well, since it’s already out, and I feel better opening up anyway, she introduced me to the wonderful world of swinging.”

“Wow!” I thought. This was more information than I bargained for. In fact as much as I was uneasy about what had happened in the morning, I could feel that my dick was getting really hard again. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt if I took advantage of the situation and satisfy my lust.

I stood up and walked across the table. Once I was behind where my mother in-law was sitting I placed my hands on her shoulders and began to knead them.

“Mmmm… that feels good Eddie” she purred. The wine was definitely kicking in. Time for some action.

“Mum, I don’t know. I know what happened earlier was wrong, but I think as a son, I should also take some responsibility to make you happy.”

“But Eddie, that’s incest. It’s wrong you know.”

“But mum, I think I’m beginning to lust for you.”
With that, I cupped her breasts while still standing behind her. I gently lifted her up from her seat, turned her around and began kissing her deeply.

In her state of shock, she offered no resistance whatsoever and I found my tongue exploring hers. She began panting as we kissed and I knew then that I had her, that at this point she was my slut…

We emerged from a long and lustful kiss. She was totally glass eyed, drunk either from the wine, or from the heat emanating from our long kiss and pent up lust.

“Eddie, we musn’t, Rachel may come back any moment…”

Looking at my watch and realizing it was about 8pm, I reassured her that it wouldn’t be possible as she was having a dinner meeting and shouldn’t be back until past 10pm.

Without missing a beat, I carried her from her seat in the dining table and proceeded into her room and laid her gently on the bed. She was really a sex slut right now. The wine is really doing its job nicely as she began to strip off her t-shirt and shorts revealing matching lingerie. This surprised me as I could never imagine a woman of her age in such sexy and frilly lingerie. They were lacy and in a nice shade of blue.

She noticed me looking at her lingerie and asked:

“Do you like them?” she asked with a grin that had that CFM look in it that If I were a fourteen year old, I would have just cum on the spot. With lack of a better reply, I simply nodded my head profusely.

I practically jumped up on top of her and we began groping each other. She suddenly stopped me and again showed me that CFM look again.

“Ooh… I need to go for a shower… Would you like mummy to shower for you too?

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