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It was a final get-together, a day-long pool party for my daughter and her two closest friends before they went their separate ways. Hanna would be going to Connecticut for college, Natasha would be attending a university in California, and my Diane would be attending a college in Illinois.

I largely left the three of them alone. I made an appearance for lunch, and ate with them at the picnic table in the backyard before returning inside. Sitting with three stunning young women in bikinis was a nice boost for my ego, even though I was more than twice their age and one of them was my own daughter.

Purposely, I spent the afternoon inside, just as I had during the morning, giving them their privacy on their final day together. Listening to the three of them splashing in the pool and bantering back and forth made me acutely aware of the fact that, all too soon, I would no longer hear such youthful sounds.

All too soon, I would have an empty nest.

With a sigh, I stood at the kitchen window, looking across the yard to the pool where the three young women were about to dive in and probably race toward the shallow end of the pool. Three young women who had definitely grown and matured over the years. It was strange that I had almost missed it, for I remembered all three of them in the backyard for Diane’s tenth birthday party.

…just hours before her mother left us forever.

Although we had no idea what had become of her, I was certain that if she could watch these activities now, her mother would definitely be proud. Diane had certainly become much like her mother at the same age, only slightly shorter and with fewer inhibitions.

Her mother had left us, and in a few days, she would leave me as well. The large house would then truly seem empty.

Perhaps it was finally time to sell. They had moved on, so perhaps it was time for me to move on as well.

When Diane came inside later to get more Diet Cokes for the group, I was sitting at the kitchen table, thoughts of the forthcoming empty nest consuming me. “What’s wrong, Daddy?” she asked with genuine concern.

I sighed. “Watching and listening to you three out there,” I admitted, “I suddenly realized that soon I won’t have anyone to watch or listen to. You and Natasha and Hanna are all heading to colleges and universities elsewhere.”

It was not until my daughter was holding me that I realized that I was crying. Specifically, she stood beside me, and I was crying into her chest. Part of me was shocked by that fact given that, even though I had watched Diane mature from a tiny baby to a young woman, I had never thought of her in a sexual way, not even when I had to take her shopping for her first bras at great embarrassment to us both. Yet part of me seized onto the fact that, for the first time in many years, I was actually having contact with breasts – I could not even remember having ever bumped into my daughter’s chest purely by accident.

At that moment, I was no longer her father and she was no longer my daughter. At that moment, we were simply two souls, one comforting the other, one finding solace in the other, bonding together.

Her heartbeat in my ear soothed me even more than her comforting presence. Reluctantly, çorum escort I tore my head away, and her arms fell away from me as I looked in disbelief at the chest against which my face had just been pressed, yet the shame I felt was amazingly minimal.

“I’ll be back,” Diane whispered, drawing my eyes up to her face – where they should have been focused anyhow. And with that, she took a six-pack of Diet Coke from the refrigerator and returned outside to her closest friends.

I was feeling a little bit better about twenty minutes later. Sitting in the recliner in the living room with a friend’s manuscript, I realized that I was not hearing the girlish laughter or the splashing from outside, but it was not anything worth worrying about – after all, they were all fine young women, each of them rather mature for her age, so there was no reason to be concerned.

…at least, not about them, but about me, for I suddenly thought about how Diane’s breasts had felt against my face, about how my skin had felt so much more “alive” when pressed against her bare flesh instead of against her thin bikini bra. I thought of how Hanna’s wet bikini panty had formed itself almost like a second skin against her sex when I had looked out the window earlier and noticed her laying in a lounge chair with her legs spread somewhat wide. I remembered Natasha’s thong leaving virtually nothing to the imagination when she had bent over to pick up the apple core which had inadvertently fallen from her plate just after lunch.

…and those thoughts had me aroused. Three beautiful young women – all quite intelligent, all very mature, all one hundred percent female – were in my backyard, and, to the best of my knowledge, they were all single.

…just like me.

Diane had dated a few times in high school, but never seriously. I knew that Natasha had been dating one of the basketball players for a few months during their Junior year. And to my knowledge, Hanna had never dated anyone.

I had not dated anyone in about six years. I had not even had a one-night stand during that time. My life had been completely and wholeheartedly devoted to Diane: dance lessons and performances, a few school plays, various trips to review and select colleges, and the DDR convention in Santa Fe…

Something caused me to rise and return to the kitchen. Looking out the window, my daughter and her friends were all tanning again in the lounge chairs, and it was a wonderful sight to behold. Three young women in wet bikinis which clung to their curves in such an appealing way that perpetuated my arousal and my inappropriate thoughts.

I retrieved a drink from the refrigerator and returned to the recliner, attempting to force the inappropriate thoughts from my mind. Soon I was again engrossed in a tale of medieval magic and might, my friend’s manuscript providing vivid details of an attack on a well-fortified castle.

Hearing the back door loudly creaking open snapped my mind back to the present, and the door stayed open too long for a single person to be entering the house, so I was not surprised when I saw all three young women enter the living room, my Diane in the lead.

What did surprise me, however, was that they all denizli escort came to me at once, Hanna and Natasha flanking the recliner and each kissing a cheek while my daughter straddled my legs, kneeling on the recliner and leaning toward me…

“Wha-”

That was all I could say before my daughter was kissing my lips. The last time she had done that, she had been eight years old – if that.

Hers was not an eight-year-old’s kiss.

Mine was not a father’s reaction.

The kiss lingered, deepened, and I felt more than just two hands touching me. A trio of bikini-clad women was arousing me in a way I had never imagined ever happening to me, and yet it was.

…and my own daughter was the ringleader.

Part of me was distressed by this unusual affection from my daughter and from the two other young women I had known for a long time, but a growing part of me relished this attention. I was becoming heady in the knowledge that these three women who were all roughly half my age found something so alluring in me that they simply had to touch me and kiss me.

…and unbutton and unzip my shorts.

Feeling someone else other than a doctor touching my manhood, especially given that I was very much erect, sent shockwaves of pleasure throughout my entire being. I found myself reaching to Hanna and Natasha as they both fingered my length once it was withdrawn from the confining clothes. For her part, Diane had unfortunately backed away, giving her closest friends plenty of room for pleasuring me, and not just with their hands.

Hanna was the first to dip her head. The seal of her lips was perfect. The bobbing of her head was wonderful. The feel of her mouth was exquisite. The brushing of her tongue was divine.

As my eyes clouded over with lust, I watched my precious Diane as she sat on the sofa with a hand down the front of her thong. There was no mistaking what she was doing, her eyes darting back and forth from her friends to my face.

“Daddy…”

My daughter was definitely a woman, as were her longtime friends sharing my bulbous tip. While one of them was sucking and stroking me for a few moments, the other would be touching me, looking into my eyes intently. My daughter watched it all as she masturbated, and as she and I moaned softly, her friends continued to heighten my pleasure.

It was almost surreal. Yes, I had fantasized about being involved with several women at once… when I was younger. I had never in my wildest dreams envisioned myself in this situation at my age, especially with my own daughter as one of the participants.

Natasha and Hanna were both definitely good at what they were doing. Perhaps they had had some prior experience, perhaps they had been practicing with the handles of their hairbrushes, or perhaps they were just really good at guessing what would work with me – or maybe it had been so long since I had enjoyed such attention that anything would have felt really good to me. Regardless, they soon had me breathing a bit harder and making soft sounds of lust.

…and Diane was matching me perfectly, both breath and sound.

“Cum, Daddy,” my daughter breathed huskily. “Cum for me, please…”

Together, düzce escort Hanna and Natasha stroked me firmly while teasing my testicles. They had me humping their hands as they squeezed my thickness. My hands seized their heads as my throat seized upon a breath.

Through gritted teeth, I groaned loudly and repeatedly as my seed rocketed from me. My lust-clouded eyes were transfixed upon my masturbating daughter as I felt her closest friends directing the streams of white to each other.

That was when Diane succumbed to her own climax. Her cries were loud and beautiful, truly befitting of a stunning young woman, shocking me as a father and mesmerizing me as a man. It was the first time I had ever heard such sounds from her, and I was amazed at just how similarly she sounded to the woman who had left us both just hours after her tenth birthday party, and for a moment – perhaps just the space of a heartbeat – I could have sworn that it was Kristy masturbating on the sofa and looking at me with admiration and love in her eyes.

I blinked, and it was indeed Diane on the sofa, slowly withdrawing her hand, her fingers glistening as she breathed hard, her nipples straining against her bikini bra as her chest heaved, her forehead glistening slightly with sweat despite the relatively cool temperature in the house.

That vision was almost too much for me, and I look down instead at the two young women with streaked faces as they turned their attention to each other.

…and kissed.

Sapphic displays have never bothered me, but I had never expected to see two women sharing a tender moment in my own home. Hanna and Natasha did not just kiss – they began to lick each other clean while I watched, fascinated, knowing that I would never witness anything like this ever again.

As I watched her friends adoring each other, Diane finally rose from the sofa and approached the side of the recliner, her fingers still wet as they graced my cheek. She turned my head toward her as she bent down, and we kissed again.

This kiss was entirely unlike anything a father and his daughter should ever share. We were still kissing even long after Hanna and Natasha had finished licking each other clean. When I finally opened my eyes again and rested my head against my standing daughter’s chest, I looked down to find the duo cuddling on the floor, each of them with an eye on their longtime friend cradling her father’s head to her chest.

For me, it was a very awkward moment. Three women roughly half my age had just been sexual with me. I knew that Natasha’s father and Hanna’s parents would kill them both if they knew what had just taken place here, even though everyone currently in the house was definitely old enough to legally consent. If I was not one of the participants and I knew that Diane had done something like this, I would have been livid.

…yet I could not even be livid with myself. My soul was in limbo.

My heart was torn, for I loved Diane as a daughter, and this experience had raised the potential for something else: Perhaps I also loved Diane as a woman.

“We just want you to be happy, Daddy,” Diane whispered as she stroked my hair. “I want to make sure you’re happy. You’ve made sure all this time that I’ve had everything I needed and much of what I wanted, and now I want to do the same for you, and Natasha and Hanna want to help me with that.”

The nest may have been devoid of children, but it was definitely full of adults.

Fall Break could not come soon enough…..

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*** This chapter begins the day after last night’s events.***

– Please call me back. I haven’t stopped crying since you left. PLEASE <3

Becky reread Jessie’s latest text. Becky had seriously considered leaving her hanging for the entire weekend, but Jessie’s pleas had not stopped and grew more incessant by the hour. Becky had fled her lover’s house the night before feeling great, but now, as the lunch hour approached, she was feeling a bit of remorse. Not enough to spoil her lunch, but still, she supposed she had to end her Jessie’s suffering sooner or later, and she admitted that she did love her in her own way. Yet she needed Jessie to break away from her parents and a little forced suffering was the only way that was ever going to happen. Becky needed to strike a balance between making Jessie want to move in with her without being too obvious about her machinations. All in all, now seemed just about the right time to cast the dye, she decided.

She texted: – I’m sorry for bailing and avoiding you, but I got freaked out.

– Please don’t be mad at me. I love you.

Becky took that opening to put Jessie on the defensive: – Why would I be mad at you? Did you put your dad up to it or something?

– NO! I just thought you were mad because you didn’t take me with you.

– I am mad, but not at you, babe. I feel bad for leaving you there. Are you OK?

– Yeah, mom actually kicked him out right on the spot. She still blames me in her backhanded comments though. Basically saying we were asking for it by flaunting ourselves in our PJs.

– Flannel PJs? OMG That’s fucked up.

– Yeah. Crazy how when your dad was doing his thing, it didn’t seem creepy, but when my dad it, it was just gross. Not joking.

-Um, probably because we were awake?! And we agreed to it. Plus he’s super hot… and you loved it BTW.

– I guess you noticed that, huh?

– Yes. I like that you liked it too. Watching you get banged gets me off.

– Seriously?

– Hell yes.

Becky was doing everything she could to get Jessie to ask the question. She wanted it to be Jessie’s idea so she added: – Dad asked me why I came home last night but I have been blowing him off.

– Literally? 😉

– Ha, no. He asked about you though.

– Oh yeah?

– Yup. He thinks you’re cute.

– OMG. Don’t you think it would be weird though?

– What?

– Me living there. With all that stuff going on.

– What stuff? Fucking? You like it. I know from personal experience.

– But like everyone is doing it with each other, right?

– Only if they want to. From the way Katie has been walking this morning, I think she really wanted to last night!

– With your dad? And nobody is weirded out by that?

– And my mom. And not weird one bit.

– So if you walked in and I was going down on Katie…

– I would join her.

– You wouldn’t be mad?

– Nope.

There was a long pause, meaning Jessie was probably thinking about what to say next. After a few minutes and no response, Becky headed to the kitchen to make some lunch. Jessie was at least considering it and that was good enough for now.

Jessie saw that Katie had limped her way to the couch. She called out and asked Becky to make her something because she was too sore to get up. Becky put two sandwiches together, grabbed a couple of sodas and settled in beside her sister to eat. Katie told her all about last night and how incredible it was. Becky had no desire to have two dicks in her ass, but openly admired her sister’s apparently ever-expanding sexual appetites. Still, she could not resist making fun of Katie’s inability to walk straight. Katie laughed it off and said that it was well worth it. She would definitely be into doing it again…maybe with Becky.

By the time they were finishing up with their lunch, Becky’s phone began to buzz. It was Jessie again, but this time she was calling. Becky answered and walked back to her room.

Jessie was clearly crying and opened up with, “I officially hate my mom.”

“I thought you already did,” said Becky.

“Yeah, but she stormed into my room while we were texting and demanded to search my room. She tried to read all my texts too, saying my dad insisted that you and I put him up to doing what he did. That’s why I had to go so fast.”

Oh shit, thought Becky. “So what did you do?”

Jessie let out a slightly hysterical giggle. “I didn’t let her do shit. Instead, I slapped her and called her a bitch.”

“No fucking way!”

“Yeah. She slapped me right back of course,” sobbed Jessie. “But I finally stood up to her. I told her I was leaving.”

“Wow. I’m proud of you. So what are you doing now?”

Jessie was still sniffling but had control of herself. “Well, I was going to go to my girlfriend’s house, but I could stop by to see you first I guess.”

Becky laughed. “Look at you. You’re a big girl for all of two minutes and suddenly you’re fucking with me.”

Jessie laughed a little. “Maybe. So… can I come over? If not, it’s cool. I’ll just go to the shelter.” Sadly, Becky could tell that Jessie was only half joking.

“Alright, bursa escort alright. Let’s not be too dramatic shall we?” mocked Becky. Just get your little ass over. My parents went out for lunch but I’ll text them to make sure it’s OK. If not, you can live in my closet in secret, like E.T.”

“Anywhere is better than back home.”

“Yeah, they suck. I am really sorry about that,” lied Becky. “See you in a few.”

Becky texted her dad to let him know what was up. He texted her a thumbs up emoji but also reminded her to make it clear to Jessie that anything that she and Brent had done previously had better never come up. To take some of the sting off, he added that she should also tell Jessie that she would never have to do anything she did not want to while she was there. When Brent asked Becky how she had worked this out so quickly, she told him he would have to ask her later.

Becky headed back to the living room still undecided about telling her dad the whole story. If Jessie ever found out the truth about what Becky did, to say that things would not go well would be the understatement of the year. On the other hand, if she told Brent the version that Jessie believed, he might go kill Mr. Radcliffe for molesting Becky. Becky decided that she would risk a lie with Brent, her first in a long time. After telling him her version of events, she would insist that the cops not be involved because of the potential risk to their own lifestyle. If that didn’t work, she could always confess and take her punishment, which she was sure would involve her dad’s dick and her ass. She told herself that was gross, but the tingle in her pussy told her otherwise.

Jessie arrived before too long with just a handful of her belongings in tow. She said that she had to leave abruptly, so she focused on getting a handful of her clothes and her photography and art supplies. Jessie looked flustered, disheveled, and like she was about to break down and cry right there on the doorstep. Becky wrapped her lover in a fierce hug before pulling her inside and shutting the door. Outside of the prying eyes of any neighbors, Jessie planted a long kiss onto her friend’s trembling lips.

“It’s gonna be OK,” she whispered quietly. “Dad said you can stay here, no strings attached. I didn’t tell him anything except that you went through a rough patch with your folks.”

Jessie melted slightly in her friend’s arms. “Thank you, Becky. I definitely need a place to stay and being with you is about the best thing in the world. I might need some time though for the, uh, other stuff.”

“Don’t worry about it. No one is going to mess with you if you don’t want it,” she kissed Jessie again. “But you have to keep mum about what me, you, and my dad did. Like forever. That was before all of this stuff happened here and I don’t want mom to think dad was cheating on her or anything.”

“Even though he was?”

“Look, it’s crazy complicated. She was cheating too. Anyway, just promise, OK.”

“I promise,” said Jessie before kissing her lover again.

“Good. Let’s grab your stuff from the porch and get you set up in the backyard,” Becky said deadpan.

“What?”

“Yeah, doghouse, bitch,” snorted Becky.

“Very funny. Fuck me like yesterday though, and I’ll be your bitch anytime.”

“Deal! No take backs.”

The ice broken, Jessie smiled and shed her coat. They grabbed her stuff and took it to the spare bedroom in the basement. The room was pretty bland, but had a queen sized bed, dresser, and side table with a lamp. Brent had also wired it up with cameras just in case. There was only a half bath on the floor, but Jessie didn’t mind showering in the twins’ bathroom. She had never thought about Katie sexually, but somehow the image of the three of them showering together suddenly popped into her mind. Becky’s mom was hot too, thought Jessie. She was hotter than any of the lesbian MILF moms she had watched in her occasional porn video search sessions when her parents were not home. What had started out as a half hearted acceptance into the Johnson household, was quickly turning into a horny teenage lesbian’s fantasy come true. Jessie caught herself smiling as she unpacked her meager belongings.

When Brent got home, Jessie and the twins were watching TV in the living room. Brent’s dick twinged at the sight of three teenaged girls lounging around with each other. One day soon, he hoped they would be doing it with far fewer clothes on.

Better go slow, he chided himself. In fact, he decided to let Kat “help” Jessie adjust to the new living conditions before he made any advances. He vowed to remain true to his word about not forcing himself on her… if he could help it.

He left Kat and Katie alone to chat with Jessie while he asked Becky to help him bring in some groceries. Once outside, he had her fill him in.

“So what happened last night? he asked.

Jessie stuck to her plan. “Well, this is totally crazy, but her dad is apparently a major perv, just like you. I saw him ogling me earlier last night and didn’t think much of it. Then, last night out of nowhere, I wake up and he’s jacking off while çanakkale escort standing over me. I screamed, Jessie’s mom ran in, and I got out of there.”

Surprisingly, Brent did not react with any rage. He just stood there listening. She could tell he wasn’t buying it. When Becky stopped to take a breath, he said, “So what happened next? Let me guess. You left and Jessie followed you home like a stray dog?” He shook his head. “That sounds pretty convenient. especially considering that the whole reason you were there was to bring her home.”

Sticking to her guns, she said, “No, you sent me there to get a read on the situation. I thought we would try to get her to move like a month or so from now, not today. Besides, are you saying I would let some wrinkly old man jack off on me?” Becky was suddenly mad that Brent wasn’t trying to rush to her rescue. “He came on my tits, daddy!”

Brent was moved by her sudden flash of anger, but he still had his doubts. “So he shoots his wad on you and you race home distraught, but you didn’t wake me up or mention anything this morning when you were wolfing down breakfast? When I came home, you guys were laughing it up just now.”

“You don’t believe your own daughter?”

“You mean the one who was robbing me blind a few months ago? No.” Brent sighed and said, “Listen Becky, just be honest with me now and your punishment will be less than if you stick to this B.S.” He could see her wavering enough to know for sure that she had lied. So he added, “I’ll even give you a free lesson. If you want to tell a convincing lie, you better lay the groundwork first, pumpkin. You should have moped around all morning or came in crying last night. Lies like this can’t happen in a vacuum.”

Fuck! Sometimes she hated having a dad who caught people lying for a living. She bowed her head.

“Sorry, daddy. I just didn’t want you to think that I would do something that low. I really did let him jizz all over me.”

Brent put a conciliatory hand on Becky’s shoulder. To anyone watching from a distance, this looked like a true father-daughter bonding moment. “So you could do what your daddy asked you to do.” Brent was actually pretty impressed by how committed Becky was to the cause. “That was actually very brave of you, Becky. Now tell me everything.”

So she did. From strapping her lover to helping Mr. Radcliffe shoot his load on her, she told him everything. Telling her daddy that last part was humiliating, which for some reason got her very wet, but Brent nodded approvingly while she spoke.

“And how did it feel?” he asked.

Becky shrugged. “It was hot and sticky, I guess.” She dropped her head. “But I liked it, daddy.”

Brent chuckled. “No, not him cumming on you. How did it feel to manipulate that whole family like that? You know you ruined his life, right?”

“He fucking deserved it,” she said, suddenly angry again. “They have been crushing Jessie’s spirit since she could walk and I just got them back for it. I hope they’re miserable.”

“Becky, that was probably one of the riskiest things you’ve ever done. It could have went really bad, and it still could. Now you’ve got a guy out there with no daughter or wife anymore and he knows you set him up.” Brent ran his fingers through his hair. “But damn, girl, you did all that for me and for your friend. That was pretty bold. Not the smartest, but damn bold.”

She had really done it for herself, but she was glad Brent thought otherwise. “Aw, he’s too big of a pussy to do anything, and it felt great by the way,” she said with a shrug.

“Don’t be so sure. Now he’s got nothing to lose.”

“I hadn’t thought that far ahead, daddy.”

“I know, kiddo.” Brent hugged her close. “That’s because you’re a dumb teenager who was thinking more about pussy than consequences. I’ve been there myself.” Brent squeezed Becky tightly once more. “You got the job done kid, but you left a hell of a mess. Daddy will take care of it.”

“Thanks dad. Don’t tell Jessie.”

“We won’t tell anyone. Ever. Stick to your story if it ever comes up.”

“Yes, daddy.”

Brent gave her butt a little slap as he turned her toward the car to grab the groceries. “Good girl. Oh, and don’t think you’re getting out of this without a punishment either. No sex for a week.”

“Seriously?” Becky actually looked distraught.

Brent chuckled. “Not a chance. I’m too horny.”

…

That night after dinner, Brent pulled Jessie aside to assure her that he would not force himself on her in light of what had happened last night. He assured her that Becky had told him everything, but both he and her were very discrete. The rest of the family need not know. He even offered to call the police, but Jessie refused as he suspected she would. She was a self professed lesbian now living in a house with three hot women. Once she got a taste of what Katie and Kat could do, Jessie would never leave even if Brent bagged her every night himself. Now it was just a matter of setting things in motion.

With that in mind, when Kat and Brent were in bed that night, he mentioned that Jessie did not bring much in the way of çankırı escort clothing.

“Oh?” said Kat. “I could take her shopping this week after school.”

“And of course, you should help her try some things on to make sure they fit,” Brent offered.

“Brent, not every girl wants to fuck me.”

“Yes they do, and so do I.”

“You’re just horny.”

Oh, you don’t know do you?” Brent said coyly.

“What?”

“Jessie is Becky’s girlfriend now. Like lover girlfriend. Been going on for a while I hear.”

“Are you serious? When were going to tell me all this?”

“I am telling you. Becky just came clean this afternoon,” lied Brent. “Jessie’s parents are stiffs so they had to keep it secret. Becky just decided to keep it from everyone to be safe. I think that had something to do with why she’s our new housemate and why the secret is now out, but I’m just guessing.”

“So she’s…”

“A full on box muncher. That’s right. Have a talk with Becky tomorrow and make sure she’s OK with it, but if she is going to be living here, you will need to get her on board with what’s going on. That is unless you are done with fucking your daughters for a while.”

“Hell no,” Kat purred. “Last night was the dirtiest thing I have ever done…so far.”

“Well if you want more of that, I guess you better get into somebody’s panties. Katie too, but don’t force it. Take your time and enjoy yourself.”

“Yes, dear,” cooed Kat.

…

So the family spent the first couple of days and nights walking on eggshells. The new guest was quiet and timid despite everyone being overtly courteous to her. Jessie went to school, did her homework, and secluded herself in her room for the most part. Becky slipped down from time to time, but Jessie would only make out for a few minutes before breaking things up. She said it still felt too weird and her head was a little messed up from what had happened at home. She insisted that she just needed some time to adjust.

Becky had no intention of telling Jessie the truth about that. Better to have her slightly distraught than totally insane with rage at being manipulated the way she was. In time Jessie would get over her dad’s alleged transgression. If he had been hotter or not such a dick, Becky might have played things differently. As it was, she was still glad Jessie was here and that the Radcliffe family was thoroughly broken, because they deserved it. She felt confident that Jessie’s legs would be spread soon enough. Getting them that way would be half the fun. With that in mind, she went to find her mother.

Becky walked into Kat’s room just as she was finishing up in the bathroom after work. “Hi, mom. I have a task for you.”

It had been a while, but Kat fell back into her assigned role immediately. “I’m ready, Ms. Johnson,” she said with her head slightly bowed.

“My friend Jessie is pretty sad. She also needs some new clothes. I think you should take her on a date.”

Kat smiled, “Gladly, Ms. Johnson. Your dad had actually asked me to do that already, but it’s been so busy. Oh, dad told me you and her were dating. I think she’s cute. It’s OK if you just want to call her your girlfriend around the house. We don’t need secrets anymore. I’ll take her to get some things tonight.”

“That’s fine, but when I said date, I really meant a date.” Becky stepped a little closer to her mother. She added, “Specifically, a date that involves you making her cum before we get home.”

“We? Tonight? But she’s so shy and we don’t really know each other. I can’t just do that tonight. It’s too fast. Brent said we should take it slow.”

“Don’t sell yourself short, mom,” Becky said sweetly. She walked up to her mom and undid Kat’s belt. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever known.” She pulled Kat’s belt free from her loops and undid her mom’s pants. “You could get anyone to fuck if you wanted them to. Just like you got daddy and Katie. Oh, and let’s not forget Mr. Hardinger.” She pushed her mom’s pants down. “Remember that I still own your ass. Now unless you want me to tell daddy what you did, turn the fuck around and face the wall,” Becky commanded suddenly.

“What?” started Kat.

Whap! Becky flicked the belt across Kat’s tits, making her mom cry out softly.

“I said turn around. You told me no, mom. You’ve forgotten your place. I fucking own you, not daddy. You’re not taking shit slow. Now turn the fuck around.”

“Yes, Ms. Johnson,” Kat whimpered. She quickly stepped out of her pants and turned to face the wall. She pressed her face against the cool plaster, feeling both ashamed and aroused at the same time. “I’m sorry, Ms. Johnson.” She arched her butt out. Definitely aroused, she admitted to herself. “Punish me, Ms. Johnson.”

At about the same time, Brent, who had been coming home early every day, had just about finished getting dinner ready. Admittedly, he cared less and less about work and was looking forward to being totally free of it in the near future. Katie and Jessie were seated at the dinner table nearby, finishing up their homework. Brent had been routinely checking his video and getting updates from everyone, but so far, nobody had broken the ice with Jessie. She and Katie had started talking a bit more, and seeing them doing homework together was surely a good sign. Jessie was even stealing occasional glances at Katie, Brent noted. He also realized that Katie had a couple extra buttons undone on her top. Interesting.

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The phone was ringing as I entered my office. Picking it up I answered “Martin’s Printing works, Patsy Martin speaking, how can I help you”

“Mrs Martin” a voice said, “This is Veronica from Dr Wilkins office. Dr Wilkins would like to see you and he was wondering if you could call in this evening” My immediate thoughts went to my children “Are my children hurt” I asked. “No” Veronica answered, “Dr Wilkins has something he would like to discuss with you.”

The last time that I had any dealings with Dr Wilkins was just over two years ago when he told me that my husband of 21 years had a particular aggressive type of Cancer and only had three months to live. My husband John lived for four months before succumbing to the disease dying and leaving me a widow at 39 years of age.

John and I had met at college and started our romance only for me to fall pregnant after we had been going together for only three months. Of course our parents were not very pleased with this turn of events however John decided that we should marry and move away from our parents. John started a small printing business to support his unborn child and me and the business flourished after we were awarded a number of Government contracts.

About six months later our daughter Erin was born. Not taking any precautions following Erin’s birth about four months later I found that I was pregnant again. Our son Joel was born later that year.

Within two years the business had developed to such a stage that we were employing about 50 staff and we were doing quite well financially. Then the tragedy of the cancer struck.

My immediate reaction after John’s death was to sell the business, however friends and relatives talked me out of selling out.

Joel was a gregarious 18 years old who did most of the selling of the company products throughout the country. Erin on the other hand although a most attractive girl was extremely shy and although she was 20 years of age had never had a boyfriend.

That evening with some trepidation I called at the medical centre to see Dr Wilkins. I was ushered into his office and he asked me to sit down. He started our conversation by asking me how I was coping after the death of John, how the business was going and generally trying to put me at ease.

The he got to the reason why he had called me to see him. “Mrs Martin I don’t usually do this bitlis escort and it is only that your daughter asked me to break the news to you that I am doing so. Erin felt that it would be better coming from me than for her trying to explain it”

I immediately thought that Erin had some serious sickness that she could not discuss with me and my blood ran cold. “I examined Erin this morning,” Dr Wilkins said “and I found that she is about three months pregnant”

“No No” I said “this could not be my Erin as she did not even have a boyfriend.” Dr Wilkins assured me that there was no mistake and that indeed Erin was pregnant.

I made my way home in a daze not knowing how to broach the subject with Erin, however I need not have worried as she was waiting for me with her brother to discuss the matter. “Joel” I said, “Could you please give your sister and I some privacy as there is a matter that I want to discuss with her”.

“Mom” Erin said, “I think that Joel should stay as the matter also concerns him” I could not see how the matter of Erin being pregnant could interest Joel however I agreed that he could stay.

“Erin” I said “I have been to see Dr Wilkins and he has told me that you are pregnant, is this true?”

“Yes Mom it is true I am about three months along.”

“Erin how did you get pregnant you do not even have a boyfriend, who is the father of this baby” Mom” Joel said “I don’t think that you are going to like what I am about to tell you.” Suddenly it seemed that time had stopped and I got the feeling that the reason that Erin wanted Joel to stay was that he had something to do with the pregnancy.

“Mom” Joel started, “For the past year Erin and I have been fucking and we love each other.” I felt faint as a result of this revelation and immediately burst into tears. Erin also started to weep. Joel put his arms around both of us and said, “Come on now it is not the end of the world”

“Joel tell me how this all started.” I asked. Joel then went on to tell me that when I went to visit my sister in another state for a week and left them at home alone it had commenced then. Joel then started to tell me about the first night I was away he could hear Erin crying in her bedroom. He went and knocked on the door and Erin told him to come in. Erin was in bed wearing as far as he could see only a lacy nightdress bolu escort He asked her what the matter was and she told him that she felt unloved and unwanted as she did not have any men friends and did not know how to develop any relationships.

Joel was dressed in only his boxer shorts and sat on the edge of the bed comforting Erin. Because it was a cold night Erin pulled back the duvet and told Joel to get into bed with her to keep warm. Joel said that he started to cuddle Erin to comfort her and then realised that she was naked except for the nightdress as he could feel her pubic hair against his leg.

Joel said that he immediately got a hard on and it was pressing against Erin’s stomach. He started kissing her cheeks whispering that at least he loved her when she suddenly held his face and kissed him deeply on the lips. Their mouths opened and their tongues intertwined. Joel started to remove her nightshirt and Erin lifted her body to make this easier, then he removed his boxer shorts and they were naked laying side by side facing each other. Erin then reached down and placed the tip of Joel’s cock at the opened orifice of her cunt. Slowly he pushed his cock in expecting to be stopped by her hymen however his cock slid to its full length without any obstruction. She later told him that she had taken her own virginity with a dildo that she had purchased at the local sex shop.

Joel said that he started to push in and out of his sister’s cunt, which was becoming more lubricated at each motion. He could feel his semen starting to rise and he said to Erin that he was going to cum. She said that he must pull out, as she was not on any method of contraception. Joel increased his fucking motion and at the very last moment pulled his cock from her cunt and shot loads of thick semen on her tits.

About three months ago, while I was out shopping, Joel said that he was feeling lonely and went to his sister’s room to talk to her. They had fucked the previous night and Joel was still a little horny. Erin was lying on her bed reading a magazine when Joel came in. He sat on the bed beside her and began running his hand along her lower leg. After about five minutes he started to go higher on her leg until he reached her panties, which were stretched tight across her by now well fucked cunt.

Erin put her magazine aside and lay on her back burdur escort pulling her skirt up around her waist. “Suck my cunt brother” Joel removed her panties and the remainder of her clothing until she was naked before him. Kneeling between her spread legs he started to kiss her navel moving slowly down until he was kissing and sucking at her clitoris.

Stopping and standing beside the bed Joel removed his shirt and jeans and underwear. Erin reached out and gently started to massage the erect cock that was only inches away from her mouth. Leaning forward she took the cock into her mouth and started to suck it moving her lips up and down the shaft. Joel moaned in ecstasy but said to Erin that he did not want to cum this way he wanted to fuck her.

Continuing with his story Joel explained that he climbed back onto the bed and placed his cock at the mouth of Erin’s cunt. Erin lifted her thighs and his cock entered her vagina. He started to fuck hard and quick and Erin’s legs wrapped themselves around his back holding him tightly. Erin was bucking beneath him as her orgasm rose and she was completely oblivious to everything except her own pleasure. Joel could feel his jism rising through his cock and he started to pull out of his sisters warm wet cunt.

“No! No! No!” Erin moaned as she tightened her grip on me with her legs “Fuck me, fuck me” she screamed “Don’t pull out, keep fucking me hard” I then unloaded what seemed to be a gallon of jism into her most receptive cunt. Coming down from our highs of orgasm we lay together cuddling and fondling each other. “I’m sorry that I made you cum in me” Erin said “but my orgasm was so intense that I couldn’t help it”

I assured Erin that there was nothing I liked better than coming into her cunt but if we were going to continue this practice we should take some precautions and we started using condoms when we fucked. Little did we know that the damage had been done as at that moment hundreds of sperm were headed for that fertile egg resting within Erin’s womb.

Six weeks later during one of our fucking sessions Erin said “Joel, I missed my period this month and I think I might be pregnant. We agreed to wait a few more weeks to see what developed. After two more missed periods we agreed that Erin should see Dr Wilkins and have a pregnancy test.

“Well Mom, that’s the story so far and now you know all the details.

I had by now settled down from my immediate shock but had become extremely horny from the story as it had been told to me. I said that we should all go to bed and discuss the matter further tomorrow after we all had time to think about the situation.

To be continued…

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Because this story contains incest, first time sex, oral, threesome sex, and some romance it was difficult to put it in one category. The farm no longer exists outside this story.

*

Living on a farm, miles from town and a mile from our nearest neighbor centered my young life on my parents. For months I didn’t see anyone but them. I lived believing that my life was like the life of any other kid. All that changed when I started school.

The nearest school started with first grade so I was almost six when I started school. On the first day I learned that I was different and my family was different.

I was taken from the office to my first grade class and greeted there by Miss Armstrong, the teacher. I was assigned a seat and my first day at school began. Miss Armstrong asked each student about their family and who had brought them to school that day. Most of the kids in my class were the oldest child in their families and had either one or two other kids in their families. Every one of them were brought to school by either Mom, Dad, or both.

“Nick, your turn.”

“I have no brothers or sisters. Inga and Hans had two children when they lived in Denmark before the war but they died in the war. Hans brought me to school today.”

“Are Inga and Hans your Mom and Dad?” the teacher asked.

“No. They are my parents. My Mom and Dad are in heaven.”

For the years that I attended that school I heard about how sad it was that my “real parents” were dead. I also heard cruel and hurtful remarks about living with foreigners instead of my “real family.” Those things hurt. I loved Inga and Hans and they were my real family, my real parents!

I did miss not calling Inga Mom. She didn’t want me to call her that because she said, “You have a Mother and a Father and they are in heaven. You only get one Mother and one Father but you can lots of people who love you and care for you.”

As I spent time with other children I discovered other ways my family was different. Lots of the kids in my class started school without knowing much. The teacher started by teaching the alphabet and many of the kids didn’t know it. Some could only count to ten. Miss Armstrong held up a picture of a hen and asked what it was. I raised my hand and said, “A Rhode Island Red.” The kids laughed and Miss Armstrong corrected me by saying it was a picture of a chicken. I knew it was a chicken. I thought she wanted to know what kind.

Inga had taught me the alphabet when I was two. By three she and I read books every day. Once a week Hans would drive into town and buy things we needed and stop at the library. When I started school I was reading books on my own.

Inga and Hans taught me every day. I knew what kind of horse we had, and what kind of chickens and pigs. In our garden we grew flowers and vegetables. I knew the names and how to care for each different plant. I worked in the garden every day with Inga and worked helping Hans often as well.

By the time I was ten Inga, Hans and I were doing algebra, reading books and all manner of other things that caught our interest. My classmates, for the most part, read what was assigned, studied only as much as they were required and hated school.

Our family locked up our home every Christmas vacation and went somewhere. Hans wanted to see America and so we traveled. We went at Christmas because farmers are pretty busy during spring, summer, and fall. I saw the Pacific Ocean for the first time on Christmas day when I was twelve.

Inga and Hans had grown up in Sweden and Denmark. In a different place and much different times than I grew up. They worked at becoming Americans and adopting American ways of doing things. Still, some things from their experiences growing up came with them. When I was hit by puberty I became aware of one of those differences.

When I was little Inga or Hans would strip me down and take me with them into the shower. We got clean and we played in the water. As I got older we still showered together, saw each other naked, and left the bathroom door open most of the time. I had grown up seeing Inga and Hans naked without shame or discomfort.

In warm weather we worked in the garden without clothes. It saves the clothes and skin is easier to wash than clothes, Inga said. Hans and I built a shower outside near the back porch so we could clean up before going into the house. When the shower was done the three of us showered together and laughed in celebration of such a wonderful new thing. In that shower things changed for me.

I was washing Hans’ back and Inga was washing me. Then Hans said, “Switch!” and we all turned around. My soapy hands were on Inga’s breasts. I had washed her body hundreds of times with thoughts of how smooth her skin was and how squishy her breasts felt. I’d asked her years before about why Hans and I had penises but she only had hair. She had shown me that she did have more than hair. Now as I washed her I had a strange feeling. I was getting an erection.

I’d had lots of them. I had one almost every morning when I woke up. I’d read the two books we got from bayburt escort the library about “Boys growing up.” This was the first time I got a boner (a word the boys at school used) in front of Inga or Hans.

“I think our boy is growing up, Hans.”

“I noticed.”

“I’m embarrassed,” I said, blushing.

“No need to be,” Inga said. “Erections are normal and natural. Hans has them too.”

“I never saw him with one.”

“I do have them. Inga is a sexy woman and I am attracted to her.”

That incident led to a few conversations about sex and then to conversations about the responsibility a man has for his sexuality and how he uses it. It was a mostly academic discussion for a long time.

I went through junior high and high school knowing girls were there and being interested without ever doing much about the interest. I was one third of the work force on our farm and with studying and farm work I had no real time to focus on girls and dating.

In my senior year I sat next to Angela Jensen for second period. I had known her since the first day of first grade. Back then she was a skinny, blond haired, smart mouthed girl. Now, she looked different. She was taller, had hips, legs, and lumps in her sweater. Best of all when she moved I could smell her. Worst of all every time I smelled her I got another boner. I walked between second and third period classes carrying my books in front of my Levis.

After a week of this I told Inga and Hans and asked what I could do. They talked about the dilemma and concluded that I should learn to masturbate. That way I could relieve some of the pent up pressure I was feeling. Hans took me out on the back porch and showed me a way to masturbate. He coached me on technique and watched me do it until I had my first masturbation orgasm. He taught me how to clean up, talked to me about the social rules for masturbation and then he went back in the house. I thought about Andrea as I masturbated and quickly had another orgasm. I cleaned up and went in the house for supper.

I established a pattern and masturbated twice a day; once before I went to school and once as soon as I got home. Because Hans and Inga didn’t make it anything taboo or shameful I didn’t hide. Most days I did it sitting on the back porch. I thought about Andrea almost every time. Once in a while I thought about Inga. Hans was right, she was beautiful. She had always been beautiful to me but now she was starting to look sexy.

Over the summer after high school I rode into town as often as I could. I went swimming at the city pool, played baseball at the park, all the stuff the city kids did, I did. I wanted to be around the girls.

As I was getting ready to leave the house one day Inga and Hans sat down with me and Hans said, “Remember the talks we had about sexuality?”

“Of course.”

“We think it is time you learned more. Pretty soon you will start dating and there are things you need to know.”

“OK.”

Inga spoke, “We want you to know how to do the things couples do together.”

Hans interrupted, “Not just know how but be good at them.”

“Yes, Hans is right. Sex is not the most important part of a relationship but it is very important. If you are not a good kisser you may never get to the really good parts of sex. Do you understand?”

“I think so.”

“Perhaps this will help. Hans, please kiss me like I am someone you know but aren’t attracted to.”

Hans leaned over and his lips touched hers lightly and for perhaps two seconds.

“Thank you. Now kiss me.”

Hans took her face in his hands and gently touched his lips to hers. Seconds later I could tell their mouths were open and their tongues touching. They held each other’s bodies and pressed them together. I started to get an erection. When they ended the kiss I noticed that Hans must have had an erection too. His pants were tented in front like mine.

“Nick, stand here in front of me, please.”

“Now kiss me.”

I had kissed Inga a thousand times over the years, on the cheek, and a few times on the mouth. This was different. She wanted me to kiss her like Hans kissed her. As I took her face in my hands I heard Hans coaching me.

“Don’t hurry. When your lips touch be soft and gentle. You aren’t holding her face, you are caressing it. Let your hands be oh so gentle. When you need a breath back away just enough and the move your nose to the other side of her nose and kiss her again.”

I had listened to Hans coaching me all my life. Riding a bike, playing catch, hitting a baseball, and playing chess were all learned with his coaching. I trusted that voice. I did just what he said. After five or twenty kisses Inga said, “Enough!”

I dropped my hands and pulled back. Had I done something wrong?

“Nick, while we were kissing what were you thinking about?”

“Kissing you,”

“Were you thinking about doing it right?”

“Yes. I want to be good at it.”

“This may be the toughest part of this lesson. You think about all that when you aren’t kissing. You think about bilecik escort everything you ever learn about kissing before you kiss me. When you kiss me you stop thinking and just kiss me.”

“Kissing is like that meditation stuff the Buddhists do?”

“In a way, yes. If you can kiss me without thinking about technique you will kiss me as an expression of why you are kissing me. I will feel the authenticity of that stronger than any technique.”

“Why am I kissing you?”

“Because it is a powerful way for people to tell each other the love each other, that they care for each other and the want to share Life with them.”

“May I kiss you again, please?”

The answer was an unspoken yes. I held her face and looked into Inga’s eyes. I don’t think I had ever looked into her eyes as I did right then. Slowly we came together and I was aware of the warmth of her lips and the breath passing between us. I thought about how much I loved Inga. I disappeared.

I came back when the kiss ended. I cannot tell you anything about that kiss except her reaction to it. When the kiss ended she pulled back just a little, keeping her arms around me.

“Sweet heart, I have been kissed by your soul. Hans, I am dripping. Our son will be a wonderful lover.”

“Inga, what does that mean?”

“Nick, when a woman is kissed as an expression of love her body reacts. It reacts by lubricating her vagina. That is her body’s way of getting ready for coitus.”

“Coitus is when a man puts his penis in a woman’s vagina.”

“Yes. When a man is ready he has an erection. When I am ready I lubricate.”

“Then I think our bodies are ready.”

They both laughed. I laughed too but wasn’t quite sure what was funny.

Hans kissed Inga and told me that that was the lesson for today. Inga said that I should not practice on any of the girls in town, yet. She said I could practice with her anytime I wanted but until I had at least four more lessons I was not to kiss any of the girls that lived or visited our county. I promised.

Hans took Inga back in the house and they stayed in there for a long time. I cleaned the chicken coop, swept the barn and fed the hogs while they were gone. I also masturbated. I thought of kissing Inga as I came.

The next day I was awakened by Inga crawling into bed with me. I had been sleeping nude since I was six and I knew Inga and Hans did to. She snuggled up close and kissed me. I kissed her back. When the kiss ended she said, “Kiss my neck, please.”

I shifted on the bed and felt my morning boner press against Inga. Then I kissed her neck, starting at her collarbone and working my way to her earlobe. I kept thinking, “I kiss you to tell you I love you.” When I reached her ear lobe I sucked it in and held it. Inga squirmed a little.

I moved to the other side of her neck. I kissed from the lobe to the collarbone, not for any reason but that is what I did. I was loving Inga.

After I reached her collarbone I shifted again and kissed her mouth. She sucked my tongue in and I felt the inside of her mouth. Our lips pressed together softly at first and then with a feeling of urgency. She tasted so good! I reminded myself that my body was saying “I love you”.

Many kisses later Inga reached down and wrapped her hand around my erection. Thousands of times she had held and touched and washed my penis since I was a baby. She had never held my erection like this.

“I’m going to teach you another way people kiss. Is that OK with you?”

“Yes!”

The blankets flew back as Inga tossed them to the floor of my room. She moved so that her head was near my erection. She moved closer still and touched her lips to the head of my boner. She kissed the head over and over and it felt incredible! Her lips opened and she sucked me in! The feeling was unbelievable! I felt the cum rise like when I masturbated but stronger. I didn’t know what to do with my hands and ended up holding Inga’s head as I filled her mouth with my load. Somehow she swallowed every drop.

She let me drop from her mouth and smiled at me. “Did you like that?”

“Yes! That was incredible! Did you do that so I could learn how to do that to Hans and other men?”

“No. However, if you decide you would like to see if you like giving that kind of pleasure I’m sure Hans would let you. I did that to show you that oral pleasure is wonderful and it is not limited to one way.”

“You don’t have a penis. Can someone give you oral sex? All your parts are inside.”

Inga opened her legs and I noticed she was shaved. I’d never seen her without hair on her vulva. I’d seen drawings in books but I didn’t really know what I was looking at. Now a warm, wet vulva was right there inches from my face. Inga pointed out and named the parts. She had me touch and notice the different feels. She had me lick her outer lips and notice how they swelled from being stimulated. I licked some more and noticed she was getting wetter. I used my fingers to open her lips wide and I licked in between the lips, where it was slippery and wet. She tasted bingöl escort good, and I loved the smell. I had licked with a wide tongue and now I pointed it as best I could, looking for the features I had seen so I could feel them with my tongue. I did.

I paid attention to the reaction I got from each place I touched. Inga loved having my tongue in her vagina. She loved when I sucked her inner lips into my mouth and she shook and screamed when I sucked on her clitoris. Juices flowed from her as she shook and her breathing was ragged. Her hands held my head and pressed my face into her vulva.

“Oh Nick, suck my pussy!”

“Pussy?” I wonder why anyone would call it that.

I may have been wondering but I kept licking and sucking her pussy as I lapped up every drop of her juices. Finally, she pushed me away.

“Enough! You’ll kill a woman if you do that too long!”

“Really?”

“No, but my nerve endings get so sensitive that I can’t stand it any more.”

We cuddled for a while and then got up to start our day. Around a farm there are always things that need to be done. I ate breakfast and went out to do them. I cleaned the coop, fed and watered the hogs, brushed and cared for our horse and put fresh hay in her part of the barn. I swept the barn, both porches on the house and was thinking about washing the outside windows when I saw Inga in the garden.

I walked over and when she saw me she stood up from weeding. I embraced her and asked for a kiss. My arms were around her waist and her breasts pressed against my chest. I was already erect. She shifted and my boner was between her thighs. It felt great! We kissed. She held my ass and pulled me to her. I kept thinking, “My body is telling you I love you.”

When the kiss ended Inga said, “We can’t spend all day kissing. I have things to do besides feel my juices slide down my legs. Now, go back to work young man.”

She turned and started to kneel back down when I slipped a finger into her juices. She jumped and tried to punch me. I bounced away and put my finger in my mouth. She laughed and said, “We’ve created a monster!”

That night I talked with Hans about oral sex and he told me about his preferences. I decided I wasn’t interested in doing anything with a man at that time. I was learning about women and that seemed to be the most important to me.

A few days later I went into town and went swimming at the city pool. Most of the city kids were there at the pool. I was still interested in Andrea but she seemed more interested in Matt Williams. He was a year older than us and was getting ready to start his second year at the local junior college. His claim to fame was that he played football. It seemed the girls of our town really liked football players. We mostly hung out at the pool as a group and joked, laughed and had fun together. Matt invited the group back to his house to dance and have snacks. About ten of us went.

Matt danced just with Andrea. He put some slow songs on their record player and danced very close to Andrea. I wanted to dance with Andrea but since she was occupied with Matt I danced with Betsy and with Carole. I discovered I liked dancing with both of them and I watched Andrea at the same time. After dancing to a few songs Matt kissed Andrea when a song ended. At first I was jealous of Matt and then I paid attention to how he kissed Andrea. It was nothing like the kisses I had learned. One of the other girls saw the kiss too and recommended we play spin the bottle. Lucky for me one of the other kids didn’t know how to play either so the girl, Betsy, who had recommended the game explained.

We sat in a circle and whoever was “it” spun a bottle lying on its side in the middle. The closest person of the opposite sex to where the bottle pointed when it stopped would kiss the person who spun the bottle.

Betsy spun first and the bottle pointed at Pete. Pete was the joker of our group and he made the kiss a joke. As their lips touched he made a loud smacking noise with his mouth. Betsy looked disappointed as she sat back down. Pete spun and the bottle aimed at Carole, the shyest girl in the whole town. I believed she would blush for the rest of her life if Pete kissed her. Again he made it a joke, by kissing her hand. Now it was her turn.

She spun the bottle and it landed on Matt. Carole said something about not kissing Matt as she looked at Andrea but Andrea urged her to “Go ahead, kiss him.” Matt leaned over and kissed Carole full on the mouth and made the kiss last fifteen seconds or so. There were Ooooo’s and Ahhhh’s from the others around the circle as the kiss lasted.

Matt spun and got Betsy. She really wanted to be kissed by Matt. She put her arms around his neck and was in no hurry. Matt kissed her just like he kissed Carole and got more Ooooo’s and Ahhhhh’s as his reward.

Betsy spun and got me. A momentary look passed over her that said that she didn’t want to kiss me but had hoped to get another shot at Matt. I leaned towards her and remembered my lessons. My lips touched hers and softly pressed against hers. I increased the pressure just a little and then backed away. The kiss didn’t last long but was effective. I got her attention. We sat back down and I was told to spin. As I grasped the bottle I was thinking I wanted to kiss Andrea. As I spun the bottle I realized I really just wanted to kiss someone other than Inga.

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My Daughter Becky and I woke up in each other’s arms after our first night of beautiful love and sex. We looked at each other almost not believing it had really happened. Then we both grinned at the same time. She snuggled into me, and I began kissing her on her forehead, and kissing the hair on the top of her head.

Soon her hands found their way to my cock and I started getting hard.

She giggled, then jumped out of bed and turned the computer on. She clicked her way to her own story on Literotica, then clicked on the picture in her profile. She turned the computer so it was facing directly at me, and grinned a mischievous grin at me.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, sweetie?”

“Would you like to have sex with Ginger and Suzie too?”

“Well, Becky, what do you mean? You, know we just can’t bring people over her for sex just because we want to.”

“Come on, Daddy. They’re just as horny as I am. I know they’d jump at the chance to have sex with you. And you can’t tell me you don’t like them. I saw you jerking off to our group picture here last night.”

“Well. . . .okay, if that’s what you want, and that’s what they want, then sure, why not?” I was feeling a little guilty about Janet, but my daughter and her naughty thoughts were just blowing me away—and making my dick so hard I couldn’t say no.

While I spent a good part of the day doing chores around the house, Becky was on the phone telling her girlfriends about her seduction of her father. I felt embarrassed about it, but also turned-on. Hearing my daughter’s sweet voice talking sex to the other girls kept me in a constant state of arousal. I think also, the embarrassment of having my daughter tell her girlfriends about me jerking off in her Mommy’s panties helped turn me on even more. I never realized that before about myself, but it seemed there was a turn on in the embarrassment itself.

The bottom line was she invited them all over for an all night slumber party—but it wasn’t just Ginger and Suzie(who had returned from Phoenix that morning) but several other girls Becky knew from school.

I was a little apprehensive at first about inviting that many over for something as sensitive as my daughter had planned, but she assured me that everything would be okay.

“All of my friends are real cool—and very, very horny.” She assured me.

Finally the evening rolled around and the girls started showing up. I was supposed to hide in the bedroom until they all arrived and Becky gave me the signal to start the party. I left the bedroom door cracked a bit so I could watch the girls enter through the front door because I was curious who all the new girls would be.

Suzie was the first to arrive. Suzie was a leggy blond, and she was wearing a shimmering one piece dress that barely covered her butt. She had pumps and nylons with a garter belt (Her skirt was so short I could see plenty of her garter straps).

Becky greeted her at the door wearing an usually skimpy T-shirt and micro mini. She also had pumps and stockings with garters. I had to admit my daughter really looked sexy, decked out like that. I felt a great deal of pride—but was also hugely turned on by it. I became even more turned on when I saw them embrace and start to kiss each other—these two beautiful girls dressed in minis and hose, oh, so sexy.

. This was a girl my daughter had been having sex with since God knows when, and whose picture I had jerked off to. Now, there she was right in front of me kissing Becky with a little tongue. They fondled each other’s tits.

Becky patted Suzie on the butt and sent her on in to the family room when the doorbell rang again.

Ginger was a cute little redhead several inches shorter than my daughter. She still had freckles on her face. Like my daughter she was wearing a T-shirt and a micro mini, but sandals instead of pumps, and she had no hosiery.

They embraced and kissed. Ginger slid her hands down to Becky’s butt and fondled my daughter’s ass. Becky slurped her face and toyed with her little nipples, then showed her into the other room.

The next girl was Sally. Sally was a brunette about Becky’s height, but she had one of the nicest set of tits I’ve ever seen. She wore a one-piece dress showing plenty of cleavage down the front. She had a support bra that held her tits in place from underneath but left everything from the nipple up exposed. The neckline of her dress barely covered her nipples, but the material clung so tightly to her that I could easily see her nips were aroused. She too wore pumps, stockings, and garters.

The way she and Becky kissed each other told me my daughter had already made love to this girl, in addition to Ginger and Suzie, at some time. As they kissed, Becky played with Sally’s tits.

“Awesome outfit, Sally. My Dad will go ape over you.”

Sally giggled and sashayed her way to the family room.

And then came Heather. Heather was an incredibly beautiful girl. She was a couple of inches taller that Becky, and had one of those faces you see only in magazines. Her long brown hair balıkesir escort cascaded down her shoulders like angle dust. She wore a tight-fitting T-shirt that barely came down to her ribs, and a very micro mini exposing lots of gorgeous girl skin in between. Pumps and nylons and garters completed her ensemble.

As they embraced, Becky tilted her head up towards Heather’s. Heather took my daughter’s face in her hands and planted a kiss on her lips. Heather’s beautiful hair cascaded around Becky’s face like a waterfall. When the kiss turned nasty, with lots of tongue, Becky frantically fondled Heather’s pert ass while Heather played with my daughter’s erect nipples.

From my vantage point I could also look into the family room where the girls were gathering. As Heather joined the other three, they were strutting and modeling their outfits for each other. Heather kissed Ginger and Suzie, then she turned to Sally. After kissing her on the face, she leaned down to plant loving kisses all over Sally’s ample cleavage. Suzie and Ginger came up and fondled Heather’s butt.

Back at the front door, Veronica had arrived. She was the tallest girl of the bunch. She was taller than I was, and well over six feet. Like Ginger, she was a redhead, but about twice the size. Her tits compared with Sally’s. She too wore skimpy T-shirt and an incredibly small micro mini for such a large girl. She showed more mid-riff than most girls have body.

Veronica was too tall for my daughter to kiss her on the lips. In order to kiss her, she had to bend making her ass almost pop out of her skirt. As they kissed and tongued each other’s faces, the big girl snuck a hand under my daughter’s skirt to give her pussy a little stroke.

Becky groaned and fondled the big girl’s tits until the doorbell interrupted them.

Last to arrive, but by no means the least, was Lisa. Lisa was a blonde, about Becky’s size. T-shirt, micro mini, sandals and no hosiery was her ensemble. This girl had a look in her face that just oozed sex. When Becky greeted her she immediately started slurping at my daughter’s mouth and feeling up my daughter’s nipples sticking out through her T-shirt.

As they kissed and fondled each other, Lisa’s nipples erupted into the most magnificent twin erections I’ve ever seen. They were well over an inch long, and tented her T-shirt most lewdly.

Becky tugged on Lisa’s huge nipples and led her into the family room.

As the girls arrived one-by-one, the air of excitement really mounted. Each of them knew from Becky’s phone calls that tonight’s party would be all sex, and would have something to do with Becky’s father. The smell of hot pussy was so strong that I could detect it clear from the bedroom where I hid.

When the girls had finished modeling for each other and examining each other’s sexy outfits, Becky had them sit side-by-side on a pair of armless couches Becky had arranged side to side. Becky turned on the stereo real loud and joined them.

That was my signal to enter the party.

I came out dressed in a three-piece suit, strutting and dancing to the loud rock Becky had on the stereo. The girls all let out a cheer when they saw me. They began swaying and twisting their upper bodies and arms in time to the music as I danced in front of them. Each article of clothing I removed brought renewed shrieks of joy, laughter, and pleasure.

I thought I was in heaven. All these gorgeous young ladies sitting in front of me in their micro minis with their legs crossed. Some were in hose, some not. All those gorgeous legs right in front of me mere inches away made my cock start to get hard—even while I was dancing. The contrast between naked leg and nylon enshrouded leg, one right next to the other, was incredibly erotic. And skirts so short I could see almost all the way up to their butts. The stocking clad girls were showing plenty of garter belt.

Occasionally, a girl would uncross and recross her legs and I would get a nice shot of white panty. I soon learned that they were all wearing white panties—and my hardening cock suddenly throbbed with full life. Last night, in my daughter’s arms, I had told her that white panties on a woman were much more erotic than any other color so she had apparently told all her friends that.

I was bare-chested now, down to my trousers. As I started loosening my belt the girls stopped their chimmying and shaking, and sat back to stare.

I lowered my pants real slow, teasing the girls a little—until I had the cuffs down below my feet.. Then in seemingly one quick motion I stepped on one cuff with my opposite foot whipped my leg free, stepped on the other cuff, whipped it free—and as my second leg pulled free I kicked my pants in the air so they landed on the girls’ laps.

As I continued dancing in my white jockey shorts in front of them, they made a game of taking turns sniffing my trousers crotch.

I moved up close to Becky and she parted her thighs beckoning me closer. I danced between her legs, then turned around and wriggled bartın escort my butt in her face.

My daughter fondled my butt and reached a hand down between my legs to fondle my balls and cock.

“Ohhhhh, Becky,” Heather said. “That’s your own father you’re feeling up!”

“Ummmm, but that is so sexy,” Lisa said, licking her lips. She reached across Veronica’s lap to stroke Heather’s thigh.

I stepped away from my daughter, making mock “shame” signs with my fingers, and shaking my head no—but with a mischievous grin on my face.

All of the girls laughed.

I danced up close to Suzie then until she started fondling me too. I made the rounds until each girl had fondled my butt, balls, and cock through my underwear. By then I had ended up back in front of Becky. This time when I wriggled my butt in her face she pulled my shorts down in back and started kissing my butt checks.

I lingered a little longer in front of her as she kissed my ass cheeks and fondled my throbbing cock.

The other girls suddenly fell silent. They watched intently.

I pulled away from Becky and then facing the girls slowly lowered the front of my underwear. As my shorts passed my pubic hair, I pushed my hard cock down. Then I paused with my underwear down off my ass in back, the front part was covering only my balls and my depressed cock. Most of my pubic hair and the base of my cock were exposed. I laced my hands behind my head, and leaned back slightly, giving the girls a nice pose of my abs while moving my hips and crotch real slow and sexy.

They erupted into shrieks of joy. And I was glad we didn’t live in an apartment, or the neighbors would be calling the police.

“Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!” They all started chanting.

I resumed lowering my jockey shorts—but oh, so very slowly. The girls were shaking and twisting their bodies in time to the music again. Legs were crossing and recrossing. They were purposefully flashing me lots of panty. I smiled at each one of them, thoroughly loving the views up their skirts.

Every eye in the room was glued to my crotch as I lowered, lowered, and lowered my shorts.

Suddenly, my throbbing cock jerked free of my underwear and with a “sprong” so loud you could almost hear it, it sprung back to full mast, bobbing and quivering from the momentum.

The girls let out another round of screams of delight.

I quickly stepped out of my underwear and tossed them in Becky’s face. She giggled, sniffed, and then the girls were almost fighting over my shorts. They started climbing all over my daughter trying to get their own sniff of my shorts. They giggled and fondled each other in the melee.

I danced my way up close to them again, and they lost interest in my shorts. All eyes now were fixed on my hard, throbbing, fully exposed cock.

I moved in between my daughter’s thighs, dancing, moving my hips and butt as seductively as I could. My throbbing hard cock bobbed up and down right in front of her face.

She started flicking her tongue at my cock and fondling my butt.

“Ummmmm, God, that’s hot,” Suzie said.

Becky then took me in her mouth and gave me a nice suck.

“Jesus, Becky!” Sally said.

“God, yes, Becky,” Lisa almost yelled. “Suck your Daddy, suck your Daddy. Go for it.”

Lisa sprawled her self across Veronica’s and Heather’s laps to reach over and slip her hand up between my daughter’s legs. She continued to mumble encouragements at Becky while diddling her pussy. Lisa’s T-shirt-straining nipples racked back and forth across Heather’s thigh as she played with my daughter’s pussy.

Veronica ran her hand down Lisa’s back then up under her skirt to fondle her ass and her twat while Lisa diddled my daughter.

Heather had slipped an arm around Becky and was playing with my Daughter’s nipples while kissing her on the side of the face.

Becky pulled my cock back out of her mouth making a loud “pop” sound. Then she yanked her shirt off and started rubbing her hard-on nipples back and forth against my horny cock.

While all this was going on, Ginger was almost sitting on Sally’s lap, playing with her huge tits. Sally toyed with Ginger’s pert nipples as both girls tried to watch the rest of the action. Suzie had scooted up next to Sally to kiss her on the side of the face as one of her hands found Ginger’s butt and the other worked its way down the redhead’s tummy to slip up under her micro mini.

Becky gave my cock one last quick suck, then with one hand on my cock, and one hand on my ass, she guided me over to Sally.

Ginger pulled Sally’s tits up over the low “neckline” and started sucking greedily until Suzie pulled her off.

Ginger sat on the other side of Suzie and sucked at her tits through her dress. Suzie rewarded her with a hand up her skirt, rubbing her pussy. Suzie’s other hand played with Ginger’s nipples.

Meanwhile, Sally had spread her legs so I could stand up real close. My daughter scooted up next to her, put one arm around her, and batman escort the other in her lap and started kissing her lovingly on the side of the face and neck.

“Sally, suck my Daddy’s cock for me. I want to see the way your beautiful mouth bulges when his cock is in you. Please suck my Daddy’s cock.” To drive her point home Becky stuck her other hand up Sally’s skirt to rub her pussy.

Sally moaned with pleasure as she took my dick in her mouth. As a treat to Becky, she opened real wide and made my cock poke the side of her cheek out.

My daughter went ape and started sucking Sally’s cheek where my cock was.

Heather scooted up close to Becky so she could play with my daughter’s rock hard nipples. Heather was going ape to, planting hot kisses all over my daughter’s neck

Veronica snuggled against Heather, rubbing her huge tits across Heather’s beautiful bare back. She stuck one hand up Heather’s crotch and one hand in my daughter’s.

Lisa wrapped both her arms and legs around Veronica and humped her crotch all up and down the big girl.

Sally pulled my cock back out of her mouth and made me fuck the cleavage between her huge mounds.

All the girls shrieked with delight watching my cock appear, then disappear from between Sally’s mounds of flesh as I humped my dick up and down between her tits.

Becky and Suzie started licking Sally’s tits, trying to catch a lick at the head of my cock each time it popped up through Sally’s tits.

Lisa climbed back off of Veronica and came around to Suzie and Ginger. She made Suzie stand up then she and Ginger started fondling her all over from her ankles to her face. Lisa rubbed herself all over Suzie’s shimmering dress then squatted down behind her showing her own very wet panties to everyone. Lisa ran her hands up and down Suzie’s nylon enshrouded legs. Ginger stood in front of Suzie making out with her and feeling her tits.

Lisa ran her hands up Suzie’s dress fondling her ass and her cunt, then she began lifting Suzie’s dress up exposing the blonde girl’s wet panties to everyone.

Ginger helped Lisa remove Suzie’s dress, then they sat her down on the couch to await my cock.

I stood between her spread legs, staring at the sweet wet spot on her panties and her exposed tits with the swollen nipples.

She leaned forward and placed one of those erect nipples right on the tip of my cock, as if she were trying to fuck it into the little worm’s hole there. Then she slowly twirled it around the head of my cock, around and around and around driving me absolutely crazy.

Becky practically crawled over Sally to get to Suzie, kissing her all over like she’d done Sally. Sally put her arm around Suzie and kissed her all over the back of her neck and where ever she could put her mouth without moving my daughter out of the way.

Becky had one arm around Suzie’s waist, and the other between her thighs rubbing her wet panties. “Yes! Suzie, yes! Play with my Daddy’s cock. It makes me so fucking hot to see you doing that..”

Sally’s free hand toyed with my Daughter’s exposed nipples while she kissed both Suzie and Becky.

My daughter’s legs were sprawled all over Heather while she was kissing Suzie.

Heather shifted her position so she was kneeling on the couch facing Sally. She put one knee between my daughter’s thighs, so that she straddled Becky’s leg. From this angle she was able to stick one hand up Becky’s skirt to play with her pussy, while her other hand played with Sally’s tits. She bent over to rub her nipples across my daughter’s back and her tongue shot out to lick at Sally’s huge tits.

On the opposite side of my daughter, Ginger fondled Lisa while Lisa kissed and fondled Suzie. Then Ginger saw Veronica sitting alone so she came around to sit on her lap.

While Suzie was frantically rubbing her nipples against my cock, I glanced over to watch Ginger and Veronica. The two redheads made a truly erotic pair. The petite

Ginger snuggled into the larger girl’s lap like a daughter-mother pair. But the way Veronica kissed the smaller redhead was anything but motherly.

Suzie took my cock in her mouth and sucked it so hard her cheeks caved in from the sides.

Becky and Lisa kissed the depressions in Suzie’s cheeks like a couple of maniacs. When I started moving my cock in and out of Suzie’s mouth. Lisa and my daughter both moaned with pleasure, feeling the sensations through Suzie’s cheeks.

To the side of us, Ginger had straddled Veronica’s thigh and was humping her pussy on the larger girl’s sexy leg while kissing her huge tits through her T-shirt.

Veronica stuck her hands up Ginger’s shirt to play with her little nipple buds. Then she pushed the smaller girl away from her tits so she could pull the shirt over her head. Then the big girl started sucking Ginger’s little rose buds and diddling her pussy up under her skimpy shirt.

Becky saw what I was looking at and grabbed my cock away from Suzie to hand me over to Ginger.

Veronica made Ginger turn around to face front then spread her giant’s legs wide so Ginger was sitting on the edge of the couch, her butt snug against Veronica’s hot panty-covered pussy. She held Ginger in her arms, but her hands found their way to the smaller girl’s nipples, keeping them good and ready. She kissed and licked Ginger’s face and neck.

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Chapter 1

You just never know where things can lead, even when they start out so innocently.

That’s what happened to Trent Vogel, all he wanted was a little pleasure, a little relief. He got home about eleven on a Friday night, tired, out with friends looking for girls with no luck at all, so, like many guys will, he stripped off his clothes and got his trusty bottle of hand lotion and began pretending he’d hooked-up with that little blond that he liked who didn’t give him the time of day.

Well, he got off all right, it always worked well when he took a hand to it and then, as he closed his eyes for a minute to savor the rush of pleasure, he drifted sound asleep.

The next thing he knew, there was a stirring below, he must be dreaming a good dream, he thought foggily, then he looked down, the lights were still on, after all, and it was his sister, Avery; her head bobbing over his middle as she sucked his cock.

“What are you doing?” he said rather more loudly than he meant to.

She pulled off him, smiled and answered the best she could, “I’m sucking your cock, Trent, just shut up and enjoy it,” and she quickly pulled off her clothes.

Her head went back down and he certainly was enjoying it, she was terrific, no doubt in great demand for her lips were full and wet and soft as they slid over the swollen crown while she skillfully ran her tongue around sending shivers throughout his body.

“Oh, God, Avery, you are so good, omigod, oh,” he gasped as she slid her mouth lower on his shaft, fucking him up and down with her mouth, then back up with her lips sucking the tip.

“Oh, oh, uuh, uuh, oh, uh, umm, mmm,” he cried out in pure joy. It had been the best blow job he’d ever received…and it was from his own sister.

She was a year younger, at eighteen, and, while he didn’t know at the time, becoming quite skilled in all things sexual. She sucked every cock she’d ever seen, relishing in the rush of feelings she got when the boy’s cum went splattering into the back of her throat. She had a former eighth-grade science teacher that she ran into at the mall recently and after she offered her mouth to him, he just couldn’t ever let her go. Yes, she was that good.

She showed her brother her mouthful of his cum, strings of his sticky goo stretching between her lips when she opened wide. Then, she got up on her knees and hands and turned back to him, saying, “Now, big brother, fuck me good, I’m so horny after blowing you.”

Like you would do, I’m sure, he lost no time getting up behind her and pushing his way up inside his sister’s wet, tight pussy and fucking her like she wanted. His fingers were pulling her pussy lips apart so he came fully out of her each time and plunged his wet cock back in, running it all the way as far as she’d take it inside.

“Oh, babe, I love your dick. Why weren’t we fucking a long time ago?” she moaned back to him as he drilled back and forth.

“Shit, I couldn’t tell you, not now. Damn, this is so good, you are so hot. I couldn’t believe you were sucking me when I woke up,” he told her.

“I’ve sucked every dick I’ve ever seen,” she snickered. And it was true, she’d lost count by now but she surely had begun leaving a trail of supremely happy males, now including her brother, Trent, perhaps the happiest of all, being the most recent and living just next door; literally she was in the room next to his.

What his sister hadn’t told him was that when she slid her lips over his partly-tumescent cock, her mouth had, not five minutes earlier, received the semen from her boyfriend out in the driveway in the backseat of his parent’s car. Perhaps not the most romantic spot for oral sex but convenience made up for it.

And being in a sucking frame of mind, when she went by Trent’s room, his lights still on, and saw him sprawled out, his cock looking lonely and abandoned, she just couldn’t resist taking it in her mouth to bring back to life. And now it was fucking her from behind, one of her most favorite occupations. Yes, her very own brother.

There was one thing, that evening that was full of newness and discovery, that they didn’t know, however. And, that would change things for the two of them, certainly for the better, especially for Trent.

Trent and Avery weren’t especially quiet that night so it shouldn’t be surprising that their enjoyment of one another was just loud enough to attract their mother’s attention and bring her down the hallway to now stand in the shadows watching her son’s wet and glistening cock sliding in and out of her daughter’s upturned pussy.

They were facing away, she had a good view and, oddly, she was not upset as some mothers might have been, no, she was more aroused than anything. After all, she knew that each of her children was sexually active, her daughter even told her she was going to have sex with her boyfriend as soon as she turned eighteen. And what she was watching wasn’t going to result in grandchildren for her, it was simply pleasure for the two of them; she ardahan escort even wondered how long it might have been going on. She quietly watched as her fingers went into her panties to produce and enjoy her own pleasure, shared vicariously with them while she gazed at them.

Her children, of course, were in their own land of excitement and thrills, lost in their own pleasure which was great. It was all new to them, not sex, they’d had that before, but sex with each other. It was pretty great, they were both thinking.

The mother knew, of course, that her daughter was on birth control. She saw to that when Avery came to her to tell her that she was planning to have sex with her boyfriend and that she needed to get protected. She did what most mothers would do for their headstrong daughter, she got her to the clinic posthaste.

She watched until her son ejaculated into his sister, then she slipped quietly back to her room where she finished her masturbation to a rousing conclusion, then drifted into a peaceful sleep.

Their mother, Lily, did work for a living, she was head cashier at a local bank, so her children, after school and during the summer, were home by themselves, now, of course, totally immersed in sex with each other. Once they began, oh did they love having all day long to be naughty and wild.

They were naked right from the minute Lily left for work when Avery slipped naked into Trent’s bed to have their first fuck of the day. Following breakfast came a long, sexy shower together getting every little bit of each other glowingly clean.

After that it could be oral sex, more fucking, just whatever they both decided but it was always sex, sex, sex. They just immersed themselves in sex, it was fun, it was hot, it was illicit, and maybe that was the most fun of it all…it was naughty, even obscene at times when Avery would play the slut, flashing her pussy wantonly at her brother, teasing him until he would just fuck her crazy. They both loved every second of it.

They were just fucking all day long now and so, he wasn’t upset when a week later, on Friday evening, his sister went to a girlfriend’s to spend the night, he was content, especially after a whole day of sex, to spend some time vegetating in front of the tube with their mom.

Around ten, Lily told her son she was off to bed and to make sure the doors were locked before he came upstairs. He watched a few minutes more, then as so many viewers do with today’s television programming, he grew bored and decided to go to bed himself.

So, after checking the doors just as he was asked, he trotted up the stairs, then heard his mother ask him to come see her, that she wanted to ask him something.

Such a request from a parent always concerns the child but he knew he had no choice but to see what it was about.

Entering her bedroom, she was sitting up in bed, in a lacy, ivory nighty with the sheets pulled up to her waist.

“Come sit down, first of all, you’re not in trouble, Trent, so relax. I just wanted to tell you that I know what you and your sister are doing.”

Well, he might have been told to relax but he sure wasn’t now. No, he braced himself for what was coming.

“I…we didn’t…um…” he started to explain when she cut him off with, “I watched you last Friday night, I heard some sounds, then went down to your room. Well, I know enough to know what you two were doing. And before you start back, I’m not going to stop you two from having sex if you want to. I’ve thought long and hard about it and, well, you’re both old enough, I’ll just make sure she takes her pill every morning.”

“We can…you mean, you’ll let us keep doing it?”

“It’s not so much that I’ll let you two do it, it’s more me, that I work and can’t keep you away from each other even if I wanted to. In fact, I’m not at all sure I want to keep you two apart.”

“Really, why?” he asked. After all it was a totally unexpected statement from their mother.

“I watched you two for a while, Trent. You two looked so beautiful together, so hot and sexy. I can see why you two would want to be together like that with each other, giving each other such beautiful pleasure, it really was beautiful.”

“So, you’ll let us do what we want?”

“Yes, and if you want to sleep together, you can, just don’t let anyone know about this. It’s just for the three of us to know, understand?”

His heart jumped at that statement, he and his sister could sleep together, she said. Oh, he really liked that.

“And, Trent, there’s one other thing. You can sleep in here with me, as well.”

Chapter 2

She was looking up at her son’s eyes to get a sense of how he might be taking her offer, such an obvious one of having sex with her as well as his sister.

He heard her words but did he really get their meaning?

“Sleep in here, with you?” he asked needing clarification.

“Yes, Trent,” she said, “in here with me. If you want?”

She said that, artvin escort adding the condition at the end, realizing that, well, she was older, her breasts couldn’t compare with her eighteen-year old daughter’s, heavens, who’s could?

“Yeah, I’d like that,” he said, still not fully sure of what exactly was going on, adding, “I’ll go change and be right back,” turning to leave.

“Trent, what do you mean, change? We can just sleep together without anything on, if you want?” she said, again adding on the question.

Well, he certainly knew that having naked female skin next to his was one of life’s greatest pleasures, he wasn’t going to turn away this chance at more.

“Yeah, that sounds great, how about you, Mom?” he asked and she pulled her nighty over her head and dropped it on the floor.

He stood there looking at his mother’s boobs, large, heavy-looking, with wide nipples all poked-out in the center like pencil erasers. His mom looked good and he was quickly out of his shorts presenting himself for her view for the second time, it seemed. This time he was showing her his stuff on purpose and she seemed to be liking that.

“Oh, you look bigger now that I see you up close,” she said as she pulled the sheet away, exposing the rest of her, especially as her legs parted.

He’d always thought his mom was nice-looking but now, he saw that she was really pretty hot. She sure made him hard, that she noticed, too, as she said, “I hope it’s me that’s doing that to you. Maybe I’m not so bad after all, huh?”

As he crawled up between her legs, he told her, “This is what you’re doing to me, Mom,” as he put his dick right between her legs and began pushing it inside. Moving back and forth in his mother felt a little different from Trent’s sister but, really, they were both quite wonderful.

“Mmm, you really feel good, Mom. Is it good for you?”

When he asked her that, she had her eyes closed but now she opened them and told him, “Oh, yes, I had no idea how much I had missed this, how much I’ve missed having a man inside me. Oh, this is wonderful. I’m not letting you out of my bed. You can do this just as long as you want, right up to when you can’t do it any more.”

“Mom, I think I could do this and do this and do this. It just feels so awesome.”

“Well, let’s just see how long you can go. All I need to do is go pee once in a while and we can come right back here for more,” she laughed.

So, he was finding out that the females in his family loved sex, long, marathon bouts of sex like he and his sister were having, and now he was beginning with his mother. How fortunate could a lad be?

Well, neither of them were watching the clock as the hours went by but we know it was almost three-thirty in the morning when they both finally collapsed, exhausted and so happy, Lily now with a rather reddened labia from all the wonderful probing it had taken but Trent, well he drifted off to sleep still pretty stiff; yes, there.

They slept together for the first time, naked, waking often, not being used to sharing a bed with someone but waking and realizing what a wonderful reason it was that this naked person was next to them, perhaps touching here or there, then drifting happily off to sleep again.

He didn’t know it at the time but the night before had been the last time Trent would sleep alone; from now on he would be with his mother or his sister or with them both. And, there would always be more than just sleep, much more.

They didn’t stir until about nine-thirty, when Lily became aware that her son, her naked son, was right next to her and his cock, now hardened, was pressing at her.

She reached down to take it as he woke to feel his cock being gripped.

“Mmm, mmm,” he mumbled as he recalled the vigorous sex from the night before, and began to get up over his mother to give her a morning welcome.

“Oh, you’re a horny boy this morning. Don’t you think you should ask first?”

“Um, yeah, you’re right. Would you like to have a little wake-up fun, Mom?”

She laughed and told him just not to rush it, that they had all day and she opened wide to receive him for the first time on this brand new morning. But it would be just the first of many. They were still new to each other sexually and this made every new coupling one of passion and lust for each other. He pushed watching his cock slowly enter her pussy, he loved watching it go in and he loved the feelings as well, when his cock split her open and began moving inside, moving past her lips, down deeper inside where it was dark and wet and wonderful-feeling; the rush of pleasure was incredible, nothing else was like it.

“Oh, Son, you make me feel so good, you’re so hard and you can get up in me really deep, mmm,” she whispered to him as he pushed them tightly together.

“Mmm, hold it right there, don’t pull back, just keep pushing,” she groaned as she began moving her hips back and forth a little making it feel so good deep down inside.

“Mmm, bodrum escort oh, Mom, that’s really good,” he grunted and she said it was good for her, too, and that she was really close.

He pressed hard into her, trying to get as deep as he could, she even lifted her legs which helped.

“Mmm, oh, Trent, oh, baby, get me off, get…oh, oh, uh, uh, uh,” she cried out as her body began to tremble and her hips shook back and forth making him cum.

They collapsed together, kissing, panting, as he kept moving in and out, he just didn’t want to stop and she ended up having another orgasm. She told him no one had ever given her two in a row and that became his goal from then on.

Avery got home right before noon on Saturday and as soon as she put her things away, her mom asked her to come to the kitchen. She’d already told Trent who was seated at the table.

As the daughter sat down, she asked, “What’s up?”

Then, her mother began, “What’s up, Avery, is that I know you and Trent are having sex.”

“Did he tell you?” she immediately shot back.

“No, I saw you two one night about a week ago and I’ve had a talk with your brother already about it. I told him that there was nothing I could do to stop the both of you and, with you being on birth control, that wasn’t a concern, either.”

“Are we in trouble?” she asked.

“No, far from it, actually, I’m going to allow you two to have sex as much as you want, as long as you are both wanting it, it has to be consensual.”

“We can…it’s okay, then?”

“Yes, it’s okay. But there’s more. I know that you and Trent are having sex and that’s okay. What you don’t know is that Trent is also having sex with me.”

“Trent? You and Trent? Oh, wow.”

“Yes, so we are both having sex with your brother, right, Trent?”

“Mom’s right. She and I started last night.”

“Unbelievable. So, we’re both doing Trent, you and me, huh, Mom?”

“Yes, and, we probably agree that your brother is a caring and considerate lover. And quite a vigorous one, as well.”

“He is that, he’s sure vigorous,” she chuckled. “He keeps me pretty busy. And, now, I guess you too, huh?” her daughter asked.

“Yes, pretty busy. Now, sleeping arrangements…Trent slept with me last night, he and I talked this morning and we think that, if this is what you want, he can sleep with you one night and me the next. Of course, during the week, you two are home during the day and we know that keeps you both occupied.”

Avery laughed, saying, “Oh, we stay occupied, all right. Oh, Mom, we do it all day long.”

“Well, I might just want to join in the fun on weekends. I guess you two would have had to cool it on weekends but you don’t have to now. We can all three have as much fun as we want, starting now,” she told her daughter, then stood up and began taking her clothes off. Trent also began taking his clothes off as his sister sat there rather astonished but soon decided she wasn’t about to miss any of the fun so she joined them as their mother led them upstairs to her bedroom.

“Let’s put Trent down on the bed, why don’t we and one of us get over him and take him that way while the other he can do with his tongue?” their mother posed showing her children a new side to her, one that was going to prove to be quite fun and imaginative in the days, months and years ahead.

So Trent got down and Avery asked Mom to get up on his cock while she sat over him, squatting over his open mouth so she could watch Mom fucking her brother; she said she was so up for watching them. And after that she said she wanted Mom to watch her do her brother.

It was a super turn-on for Avery to crouch over Trent’s face as his tongue flicked back and forth along her wet, juicy slit while she watched, fascinated to see her very own mother having sex, scissoring up and down on that nice, hard cock of her brother’s which she had come to love so very much. Her mother was smiling at her as she pleasured Trent, it was so hot and sexy seeing her mother having sex, something that she’d just never thought much about. Her mother had been her mother, not some sexual creature but now she was finding out that every woman, even your own mother, has a sexual side that she can let out to play when the time is right. And, in her mother’s bedroom, right now, the time was certainly right for this horny trio.

“Mmm, oh, my boy has sure got a hard cock. Oh, you’re making your mother so happy. And look at your sister. Make her cum, Trent, make your little sister cum really good. Oh, man, who would have ever thought we’d all be doing this?” their mother cried out as she fucked and fucked this nice, new, hard cock she had right down the hall from her very own bedroom.

It was a total sex weekend for the three of them. Trent simply didn’t know what hit him, here he was, nineteen years old, really at the peak of his manhood and they had him limp four times that day, so soft that they had to just slowly play with him and with themselves while he got his second, third and fourth winds.

He was helped by the three of them taking a nap together that afternoon, three hours for his poor testicles to regenerate his semen only for his sister and his mother to take it right out of him and into their own bodies, draining him once again.

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Being eighteen years old, Dylan Adams was at that age of chronic masturbation and thought about sex constantly. He’d had a little sexual experience with a fellow senior from high school, but both of them were virgins and it was an awkward and uncomfortable encounter. A part-time job kept Dylan busy most afternoons, though he always jerked-off before bed every night after his parents went to sleep.

At forty years old, Dylan’s mother Karen Adams was still a stunning woman. She worked as a model for a local chain of department stores, appearing in their catalogues and sale flyers for the Sunday paper. Regular exercise and a healthy lifestyle kept her body lean and trim. Blonde wavy hair and weekly visits to the tanning booth made sure that Karen continued to turn heads wherever she went.

Wanting some new clothes to impress the girls, Dylan was looking through the Sunday paper for sales; he leafed through the department store ad Karen worked for as his mom got an employee discount. Nothing could have prepared Dylan’s horny teenaged mind for the sight of his mother in the lingerie section, modeling a new line of underwear targeting the store’s mature clientele. There she was, standing in nothing but a bra and panty set, looking as sexy as any woman half her age.

Dylan couldn’t believe how hot his mother looked. She had shapely legs and firm hips, a flat stomach and nice plump breasts that filled out her bra perfectly. Her skin was tan, smooth, and without flaw; she looked every bit as sexy as any of the girls in his school. Dylan’s penis was as hard as a rock to the sudden thoughts of sex with his mother. He felt compelled to roll the Sunday flier up and take it up to his bedroom for a quick jerk-off session. Taboo thoughts of fucking his mom filled Dylan’s mind as he stroked his cement-like boner. He stared at her supple body and imagined what her breasts looked like beneath that bra, what they might feel like in his hands. When he came, Dylan’s sperm shot two feet into the air to land all over his stomach and thighs. He couldn’t remember ever having such an intense orgasm.

The following week Dylan found that he couldn’t look at his mother at the same way. He kept imagining what her body looked like beneath the clothes she wore, and whenever she showed any skin he caught himself staring. One morning Karen was wearing a short skirt with a hem above the knee (she had a business lunch that day) and Dylan kept stealing peeks at her nylon-covered legs; he had to try and conceal his erection during breakfast until he left for school. Every night that week before bed he would lay in bed and masturbate while looking at the flier from Sunday’s paper. Taboo thoughts of sex with his mother gave Dylan an explosive orgasm every time.

The Adams lived in a split-level house and Dylan’s room was upstairs, while his parent’s room was in the lower level, so Dylan usually felt safe masturbating in privacy. But Friday night Karen was up later than usual doing some paperwork and bills. She needed to fetch some records from the spare bedroom which was upstairs, down the hall from Dylan’s room. As she passed by her son’s room Karen heard Dylan’s voice. At first she thought he might be on the phone with one of his friends, but then she noticed he was moaning and grunting. She paused at the door and listened.

“…uh…uhn…oh mommy…oh fuck you’re so hot…uhhhh…uhhhh!!”

Karen couldn’t believe what she was hearing as the sounds of Dylan’s pumping fist came through the door. Her son was masturbating. Not only that, but her son was masturbating to thoughts of her! Karen blushed and hurried away from the door, wanting to avoid any potentially embarrassing situation of being caught listening to her son during his private moment.

That aksaray escort night Karen couldn’t get the sounds of Dylan jerking off out of her head. She lay in bed unable to sleep, confused and unsure about the implications. She was flattered in a way that her son, a boy less than half her age, was so turned on by her – it made her feel sexy to know that he masturbated to thoughts of her. And even though her brain told her it was wrong, that it was incestuous, Karen couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to watch Dylan stroke his cock.

It didn’t help that Dylan’s father had seemed to lose interest in sex a long time ago. He had become a workaholic who worked eighty hours a week, even on Saturdays. The one time a month he did show any interest in Karen, the sex was nothing more than him fucking her missionary style for about a minute and a half, then rolling over to fall asleep. Karen had long ago resorted to purchasing a vibrating sex toy to fill the void of a shitty sex life. But the knowledge of another man desiring her, of another man masturbating over her (even though it was her own son), changed things. It made her incredibly horny.

The following night, after her husband had fallen asleep and around the same time she heard Dylan the night previous, Karen slipped out of bed and crept upstairs. She paused at her son’s door, hoping Dylan would be at it again, and sure enough she heard him during his nightly ritual. She could hear the slick noise of him jacking off; ‘He must use lubrication’ she thought to herself. As he neared completion Dylan began to moan “…oh mommy….uhn…mom…” and Karen heard him grunt in orgasm. She silently left the door and quickly went to the bathroom, digging in a drawer for her make-up case where she hid her vibrating dildo. Karen opened her robe, pulled down her panties, and rubbed the buzzing little toy against her clitoris while sitting on the toilet. Thoughts of Dylan masturbating to fantasies of her brought a shivering orgasm to Karen’s soaked vagina.

During the next few days Karen felt like a high school girl again, teasing and flirting. In the mornings, as she made Dylan breakfast, she would wear a skimpy robe that revealed her legs. She caught her son stealing several looks at her but pretended as though she didn’t notice. She made sure to always kiss him on the cheek before Dylan left for school and noticed that it made him blush and act a little shy. On the following Friday afternoon Karen made sure that she was out by the pool wearing a bikini, sunning herself, when Dylan came home from school. He came out to greet her, then went up to his room which overlooked the backyard. Karen was sure she saw him watching her out of his window and wondered if he was jerking off right then and there. It made her wet, and Karen decided that she couldn’t stand the tension anymore. She had to see Dylan jerk-off. She planned on ‘accidentally’ catching him that very night.

Hearing the quiet snoring sounds of her husband’s sleep, Karen slipped out of bed. She put a robe on over her skimpy nightgown and snuck up the stairs to Dylan’s door. She waited silently until once again she heard him start to jerk off. For a moment she realized how wrong it was to do what she was about to do, but the wet and tingling sensation between Karen’s thighs overcame any sensible thoughts. She opened Dylan’s bedroom door and stepped through.

Dylan was caught completely by surprise, laying in bed with erection in hand, he blurted “Oh shit…Mom!!” and quickly pulled a sheet over his naked body.

Karen pretended to act startled. “Oh! Oh Dylan I’m so sorry! I came to ask if you needed any clean clothes for tomorrow…” It was a lame excuse, but it was all she could think of.

Dylan amasya escort didn’t know what to say and just stared at his mother. He couldn’t help looking down at her sexy tan legs beneath her robe, which didn’t help in subduing the erection that was plain to see beneath his thin sheet.

Karen sat down on the side of the bed and lied, “I’m sorry Dylan. I didn’t realize you would be…you know. But I want you to know it is perfectly normal for a teenage boy to play with himself. You don’t need to be embarrassed.”

Her words didn’t help Dylan, who was blushing furiously. His eyes were pulled to his mom’s tan thighs as she sat on his bed. Karen easily noticed the way her son was looking at her. It felt amazing to be desirable again in the eyes of a man. The fact that the man was her son no longer mattered.

“Dylan honey, do you think I’m sexy?”

The question surprised Dylan completely, “Huh?” he asked, worried that his mother had caught him looking at her legs and suspected his secret fantasy.

“I see the way you look at me lately, sweetie. Don’t worry, I’m not upset, it’s kind of flattering to be truthful.”

‘Oh my god’ Dylan thought, ‘She knows’.

Then Karen spotted something sticking out from under the sheet. She reached over and pulled out the Sunday flier, the one with her modeling the underwear line. Dylan knew he was busted as his mother looked at the ad.

“Oh my.” Karen said, suddenly realizing why her son had been fantasizing about her. “Dylan, were you looking at this while you…touched yourself?”

With the evidence in his mother’s hand, Dylan knew there was no denying it. He simply nodded.

“Do you think I’m sexy?” Karen asked again.

The tone of her voice, which was slightly flirtatious, threw Dylan for a loop. She wasn’t mad! She was more…curious. “Yes.” he answered. “I think you’re totally hot, mom.”

Karen set the flier down. “Do you think I could watch you? I know it’s wrong honey, and we’d have to keep it a secret, but it’s perfectly normal for you to do what you’re doing. And I’d just…I’d like to watch.”

It was unbelievable! Dylan couldn’t fathom it, but here his sexy mother was and she wanted to see him masturbate! It was so kinky and naughty that Dylan couldn’t resist. “Uh…okay mom.” He slowly pulled the sheet away from his penis, which was still erect, until it came into view.

Karen gasped at the sight of it. Dylan was huge! Much larger than his father. She guessed his penis had to be at least ten inches long with an impressive girth. She put her hand over her mouth and whispered, “Oh my, honey, your penis…it’s so…it’s so big! You’ve become quite the man.” Karen looked over her son’s body, firm and muscled from youth, and felt her vagina growing sticky and damp. He was very fetching. Seeing his mother’s eyes widen at the sight of his penis gave Dylan the courage he needed to take himself into hand and begin slowly stroking.

Karen licked her lips as Dylan started masturbating. She wanted to touch her son’s impressive shaft, to know what it felt like, but resisted her incestuous temptations. “Tell me what you were thinking about before I walked in?”

Dylan could sense his mother’s arousal and it made him bold enough to admit, “I was…I was looking at your breasts, mom, and imagining that I was touching them.” He continued to slowly move his circling hand up and down his erection. Karen couldn’t take her eyes off of her son’s massive organ.

Without words, and without really realizing what she was doing, Karen loosened her robe and let one side slip off the shoulder. Dylan could see the outline of his mother’s breast through the thin material of her nightgown. He groaned “Oh mom…you’re antalya escort so sexy…”

The heat of the moment, of the sight of her son jerking his cock off, overcame Karen completely. She wanted to be desired, to be the object of an eighteen year old man’s fantasies. She took Dylan’s free hand and lifted it to her chest, placing his palm over her plump breast. “Go ahead honey, squeeze mommy’s tit. Feel my boob while you stroke that beautiful cock.”

Dylan was in shock over what was happening; it nearly made him loose control and orgasm right there. His cock twitched in his other hand and Dylan moaned. He gripped his mother’s breast through the material of her nighty; it felt so soft and amazing! Karen’s nipple had grown stiff and erect and burned against Dylan’s palm.

“Do you like that, honey? Does mommy’s breast feel good? Does it feel as good as you imagined? Do you like feeling mommy while you touch yourself?”

Stroking faster, Dylan nodded and stared at his mother through lidded eyes. “Oh mom, it feels great. Better than I imagined.” He switched his hand over to the other breast and groped that one too, squeezing and feeling its round contours.

Karen started breathing heavily, the incestuous touch of her son making her pussy itch and leak its passion. “Oh sweetie, that’s it. Play with mommy’s breasts and jerk your cock off for me. Let mommy see you play with that big dick of yours. Squeeze mommy’s hot tits…”

Dylan was reeling. He couldn’t believe how dirty his own mother was talking to him. It turned him on more than he had ever been before and he wanked his cock faster. He knew he was going to orgasm soon, but wanted it to last. “You’re so sexy mom, your tits feel so good, I’ve wanted to touch them for so long…”

An orgasm charged Karen’s pussy. She didn’t realize it was possible for her to cum without any direct stimulus, but the inexperienced yet eager grip of Dylan’s hand on her breasts, and the sight of him pumping his massive penis was to much for her sensibilities to take. “Oh god…” she moaned and shuddered. “Oh fuck…Dylan…mommy is cumming…mommy is cumming from watching you work that big hot dick of yours…”

“Oh shit.” Dylan groaned, watching his mother shiver through her orgasm. “Mom, I’m going to cum…”

Karen looked down at her son’s hand. It was like a blur as his tight grip fisted up and down his thick shaft. “That’s it baby, cum for me. Mommy wants to see your big cock shoot its seed.” The situation had passed all reason and Karen was so turned on. She didn’t care about any morality, or that her husband was downstairs sleeping, she wanted to see her son’s monster cock orgasm. “Faster baby. Jerk off faster for me. Mommy wants to see you cum for her. Mommy wants to see all your hot sperm.”

When Karen felt Dylan’s hand tighten on her breast, gripping it firmly, she knew he was close. She urged him on, “Jerk that massive cock off for me sweetie…make it cum…make it squirt out its sticky goo. Mommy wants to see you cum, baby…mommy wants to see your big dick cum…”

Grunting from his mother’s dirty talk, Dylan erupted. His cock released a long rope of sperm into the air which landed on his stomach. It heaved again, and again, hurling several streams of pearly cum all over Dylan’s slightly sweaty body. “Oh mom…oh god mommy, I’m cumming…oh fuck…”

Karen purred from the dirtiness of it all, “Oh honey, that’s it, you’re cumming so good for mommy. Mmm…you’re such a naughty boy, cumming for your mother. Look at all that hot seed…my god, baby…”

Breathing heavily, Dylan let go of his mother’s breast and laid there, messy with his own orgasm. “Jesus mom, that was so hot. That was great.”

“Mmm, I’m glad you enjoyed.” Karen leaned over and kissed her son’s forehead. “You’re such a dirty little boy, I love it. Mommy loved watching you masturbate your big cock. Now clean yourself up and get some sleep, and remember that this is our little secret, ok?”

Dylan grinned and nodded, and privately hoped the secret would continue.

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This is my story Doll from a different POV.

*****

“It’s just a doll, Mum,” Dai said. “Or is it?”

I chuckled. “Yes and no. It’s really Stacy, but she’s a doll now and forever. Unable to think, but certainly able to feel – and I’m sure she’s loved everything you’ve done to us so far. I know I have.”

“But how?” he whined.

“Magic,” I said. “I’ll explain one day. Now, don’t neglect the poor girl, Dai. Give her the fucking she’s desperate for.”

The call over, I could almost sense him staring at Stacy – at me – wondering, was it really her? Was I really feeling everything he did to Stacy? The mere possibility of any of it being true had his cock springing to life – and less than five minutes after he had emptied his balls into my ass, too.

It was all so horrifyingly wrong, and yet at the same time the thought of me being forever passive and his to use… of the thought that I was being pleasured by my own son…

Kneeling again behind my arse, he thrust once more into my rear, extra slippery now, and this time with the benefit of having just recently come. “This time,” he said, “I’m going to continue till you phone me and beg me to finish.”

Perhaps I should have told him the truth, that the spell had gone terribly wrong – or, rather, the witch who had cast the spell had betrayed me. The spell had indeed transformed Stacy – beautiful, young Stacy who Dai had had a crush on for years – turning her youthful body into a simulacrum. Into a sex doll.

But in a sense, I’d got what I asked for. I’d asked the witch to turn Stacy into a sex doll, and on a crazy, impulsive whim added that I wanted to share the experience, to feel the pleasure of being used – of being fucked – by my own son. Blame the horniness of decades without a real lover to satisfy my needs as a woman, and it wasn’t like it was incest, was it? Not when I wouldn’t be there with him, and he wouldn’t know he was pleasuring his own mother as he fucked what to him was merely a lifeless doll.

The witch had been a young woman, exuding an erotic power that had me questioning my own assumed straightness. The spell had been a little surreal and anticlimactic, some mystical words chanted while winding a few stolen strands of Stacy’s hair about a Barbie doll (that had spent a few hours buried deep in my vagina and, as a result, was wet and slippery). “There,” the witch concluded. “Stacy will feel a strong compulsion to bring herself to orgasm, and at the very moment she comes the transformation will occur.”

We had waited until we had seen Stacy walking down the street, alone, towards her home. The spell done, I rushed over to spy on her through the window, and saw her leaning against the frame of her front door, perhaps experiencing a wave of arousal that washed away even the thought of unlocking the door in front of her.

Suddenly the witch was there with her, guiding her across the road to my house. “Come, sit with us, have a cup of tea.”

“No, no,” Stacy protested, blushing furiously but also unable to resist the witch’s entreaty. I hurried to put the kettle on as Stacy sat nervously. When I was young, we would have said ‘ants in her pants’, and perhaps that was a fair description. “I really can’t stay,” she said, almost pleading to be sent away, but then the witch’s hand was on Stacy’s bare thigh, brushing the dark, pleated skirt up to reveal pink lace knickers. “Don’t…”

“Don’t what?” the witch murmured, her fingertips caressing lace that was wet from afyon escort Stacy’s obvious arousal.

“Don’t stop.” With a whine of frustration, Stacy tugged off her shirt and vest, and unclasped her pink lace bra, and utterly uncaring about what she was doing, or what was being done to her, she pinched and rubbed her swollen nipples while pushing her crotch against the witch’s teasing fingers. She was utterly beautiful. She’d make the perfect toy for my son to play with. I wondered what his cock would feel like in her cunt, and in her mouth and ass and between her breasts…

“Oh God!” she cried. “Put your fingers in me! Please!”

“Let me,” I said, standing in front of her and easing her skirt and knickers down her smooth, perfect legs. “I want you to look into my eyes as you come, Stacy.” I slipped two fingers into her easily. “I want you to imagine my son fucking you.”

She frowned. “Dai?” For a moment she seemed almost about to laugh, but she was too distracted by her own need. “Sure,” she said, shrugging. “Whatever.”

I had never touched another woman sexually before. I was surprised by how much I actually enjoyed her hunger for my fingers. I couldn’t tell if she was really imagining Dai, but she maintained eye contact with me the whole time as I finger-fucked her wet pussy and the witch continued to rub her clit steadily.

Her cry, when she came, was a loud, ecstatic release of pleasure, but rather than giving way to convulsions, she fell abruptly silent and unnaturally still. Without warning, a tingling sensation built in my womb until suddenly I too felt a rush of orgasmic pleasure radiating out from my centre. With a cry of astonishment, I fell to my knees, gasping, too overwhelmed to think clearly, and for a moment I blacked out –

– but then I was okay again, calm, sitting and waiting. Still very aroused, but lacking for the moment any real urge to do anything about it. The witch was beside me, playing idly with my clit, and another woman was there, on her knees in front of me.

Not until she looked up and I saw that she was me did I begin to understand what had happened. “What -” she said. “What just happened?” She recoiled suddenly, as if in fear of me. “What the fuck?”

The witch chuckled. “She wanted me to turn you into a sex doll. What do you think?”

I understood then that our minds had been switched, that staring out at me through my eyes was Stacy’s confused and terrified mind. “But how? This is impossible.”

The witch shrugged. “Magic. Pretty well done, if you ask me. Not really from your perspective, I suppose, but it could have been worse.”

Stacy frowned. “Worse? How could it be fucking worse?”

“You could have spent the rest of your life as Dai’s custom-made sex doll. Now that privilege goes to Jane, his mum. Nothing like keeping things in the family, eh?”

“Wait, what, are you saying that’s Jane? That she’s still alive?” Her fingers prodded me experimentally. She looked down at herself and finally realised the other half of that. “What the fuck! What have you done to me?” She ran from the room, no doubt searching for a mirror. “Fuck!” she screamed. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

The witch sighed. “Can’t please everyone. Still, I’m sure you and Dai will be happily.”

Stacy returned, looking thoroughly pissed off. “Wait, so, she wanted you to turn me into a sex doll and give me to her son?”

“Yes.”

“Is there any way to reverse it?”

“I could aydın escort swap your minds back, but I can’t return your body back to life.”

“I’m not spending the rest of my life as a fucking doll.”

The witch grinned. “Then help me package her up.”

*

I didn’t realise I had a way of communicating until Dai phoned me. I could hear his voice in my ears, because he was standing right next to me, but his voice was somehow in my head also. “Mum! How? We can’t afford this?”

I had no idea how to even begin explaining what had happened, and besides, after three days stuck in a tea chest, both aroused and helpless, thinking about what he would do to me, I was impatient for him to actually do it. Explanations could wait. So I laughed. “Didn’t cost me a thing – well, apart from the post and packaging. Now go. Enjoy!”

Yet, it took forever for him to get me into his bed, and to finally pay the kind of attention to me that I was craving, but at last his hands were running over my beautiful breasts, my swollen nipples were taken into his mouth, and bitten gently. Despite the exquisite pleasure of it, not a whimper escaped my lips. He explored between my parted thighs, feeling delicate lips, a clit that thankfully he had no difficulty identifying, and then that entrance… soft flesh parting with little reluctance as he pushed a finger within…

… so easily I must have been wet. He slipped a finger into my tight ass, just as easily. My mouth too. Wow – I really was a sex doll, perfectly ready for him to use me. He stripped and knelt between my parted thighs, lining his cock up for entry with the sweet clumsiness of a virgin, but at last he thrust in triumphantly. I wanted to scream my own triumph at that moment, but had no choice but to be a passive recipient of his hard cock.

The friction exciting me wonderfully. If my new life was to be spent being fucked by my own son, I would be happy. He –

Dai pulled out suddenly and went over to his computer. Suddenly the air was filled with porn dialogue: “Oh, yes baby, like that, fuck me.” He resumed his place between my legs and thrust in once again to my welcoming pussy. “Fuck me with that huge cock,” the unseen starlet screamed. “Mmm, yes. I’m gonna come.”

And then he did, his cock pulsing gloriously, his cum pulsing out into the depths of my synthetic vagina. It was enough to propel me over the edge. My orgasm was long and intense, though my non-flesh was still, but my ecstasy echoed from the speakers: “Yes! Yes! Yes! I’m coming! I’m coming! Ohh!!”

*

Though I was glad he went on to use my mouth, and happy to be fucked again before too long, I found myself wishing he’d do it the way his father had always like it. But I was also really thrilled that Dai was no longer a virgin – and, indeed, that I was the one he had lost it to. Concentrating really hard, I tried to send him a message telepathically: “My son’s a real man now! Try fucking her ass. I bet she’ll love it.”

Imagine my surprise then, the following morning, when I got a reply. He had rushed out of the house, leaving me in bed, and I lay there mournfully, lonely for his touch. Suddenly I heard him, or sort-of. It was more like I read his words and imagined his voice. “Bad enough that my own mother has given me a sex doll. Now she’s giving me advice on how to use it?”

I laughed silently and tried to reply: “It’s poor Stacy I’m thinking of. The girl needs constant attention.” I couldn’t tell ağrı escort if he heard me or not.

The whole day I lay there unmoving, wondering what the night would bring. The rush of pleasure I felt on hearing his voice at long last was as nothing to the burst of delight at hearing him say, “Hi, honey,” and bending to kiss me.

He positioned me on all fours, my beautiful arse presented to him, that tight ring of muscle a seductive sight indeed – at least I hoped so. “Yes!” I wanted to cry as he knelt behind me, lining his cock up for entry. It took considerable effort to breach that rear entrance – but then, gloriously, he penetrated me. I was so wonderfully tight, and felt so incredibly stretched by him.

Again he paused his pleasure for a minute as he hunted for something suitable, and then to the tune of, “Fuck my tight ass with your huge cock,” he resumed his assault on that sweet target. “So fucking big,” the computer screamed as he thrust in hard.

I could tell it was too much for him. He kept halting just to hold himself back from the edge. “You like this, don’t you?” he growled, spanking me.

I couldn’t react to the pain at all. “Harder,” a disembodied voice cried for me. “Harder!” Soon he was pounding into me. “I want your cum in my ass,” the voice said, and he laughed as he stiffened within me. As his cum burst out into the depths of my ass, I wanted to cry, in part because of how good it felt, but in part also because it wasn’t enough. I needed more.

“Oh wow,” he gasped, collapsing onto the bed next to me. With one hand he toyed idly with my breasts that hung heavy, pendulous, beneath me. “I love you, Stacy,” he whispered.

I tried again to send him a telepathic message: “Was it as good for you as it was for me?”

His phone chimed and he picked it up, reading a message there, then phoning someone. Abruptly I understood this was how we had to communicate. His voice was in my head again: “What are you talking about?”

“Oh, Dai,” I said, laughing. “I love having my ass fucked – and I bet Stacy loved it too.”

“What are you talking about?” he demanded again.

“Magic, Dai. Everything Stacy feels, I feel too. Every touch on her breasts, every kiss on her lips, every cock in her tight ass…”

Suddenly he pinched my left nipple hard. “Aah!” I cried. “Ouch! Please don’t do that. Bad enough for me, but think of poor Stacy!”

One minute later, he was thrusting once more into my rear. “This time,” he said, “I’m going to continue till you phone me and beg me to finish.”

Except I couldn’t. That wasn’t how it worked. He needed to phone me. If I concentrated hard, I could send him text messages, somehow, but it was hard to concentrate and I doubted he would stop fucking me just to check his messages.

He did seem to continue forever, as well. It was the most passionate ass-fucking of my life. Sometimes it was fast and hard, sometimes slow and deep. After an age, during which I had already come three times, he rolled me over onto my back and resumed in a new position, this one allowing him to look into my eyes while also tugging at my nipples or rubbing at my clit.

Eventually, though, I could feel he was getting close. Pausing, perhaps to catch his breath, he phoned me. “Well?”

“Don’t stop now,” I begged him. “I want your cum in me.”

“Wow, Mum,” he said, laughing. “I never knew what a dirty whore you were.”

“Neither did I… Fuck me, Dai. Fuck your dirty whore of a mother…”

He resumed his thrusting, harder than ever. I could hear myself screaming down the phone line. “Yes! Yes! Fill my ass with your cum, Dai!”

I lay there in motionless ecstasy as his throbbing cock pulsed deep inside my ass for a second time. “Thank you, Dai,” I whispered. “Thank you.”

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The modest split level home on Rondack Road in Colonie, New York had not changed in the months since Sharon Damino had gone off to college last August, and neither had the frosty relationship between her parents. It didn’t take the 19 year old freshman long to figure that out when she came home for the holidays in the winter of 1971.

Sharon’s parents had put on their usual fronts for her benefit, with her mother having perfected her fake smile for years, and although her father had done his best to match his wife’s false fronts he wasn’t any better at it now than he had been before she left.

Sharon knew her Dad was hurting even though he said nothing about it. She saw it in his eyes. He was alone and lonely even though he was married and shared a house with the woman, and Sharon knew that he missed his baby daughter.

As for Horace Damino, the 54 year old father of three children who were all out of the house and happy living their own lives, being an empty nester was agony. Why they stayed married was a mystery to him and probably his wife as well. They were a habit and nothing more.

When Sharon had told her parents she was coming home for a week in December they were both happy because it would mean a change in their dreary routine, but along with his happiness Horace also felt scared because when Sharon was around there would be temptation to return to the way things were when she had left.

Horace was determined that what had gone on before between him and his only daughter must not continue. His resolve had been strong all fall but that was easy because while Sharon was only a 6 hour drive away, it wasn’t like being in the same house.

What they had done hadn’t all been Horace’s fault, and if truth be known Sharon had done more to create their intimate relationship than her father had. Horace had been reluctant and even though he was supposed to be the mature adult in the house, when it came to Sharon he was weak and nobody knew it like Sharon.

The first day of Sharon’s visit had been enjoyable and uneventful even though the ways Sharon had changed in less than six months clearly irked her mother. Sharon’s evolving and flashing her independence didn’t bother her father though, but then again anything his angel did was usually fine with him.

So while the day went well, the night followed and that was what Horace had feared. Everything perverted had happened at night, and maybe that knowledge was what made him unable to sleep. After a hour of listening to his wife snore from the very far side of their bed, he crept out of the bedroom to get a drink.

Horace closed the door behind himself and tiptoed past his daughter’s bedroom, pausing a bit and staring at the door. His hand even went towards the knob but he caught himself, and full of pride at his resolve he continued on to the kitchen for the glass of water that he had told himself he wanted.

Horace hadn’t known Sharon would be awake as well, looking out the kitchen window behind the sink at the starlit backyard, and when he saw her he tried to turn around and go back to bed but couldn’t. He found himself frozen in place by the refrigerator, looking at his sweet child who seemed unaware of his presence.

Sharon was wearing the same clothes she always wore to bed, which was only a plain white t-shirt – a wife beater than used to be his – and while the shirt was big on the girl Horace knew it looked way better on her than it had on him.

The t-shirt came down just past Sharon’s rear end, barely hiding her pert butt cheeks as she leaned over the sink. His petite daughter still had nice legs, like they rest of her not overly shapely but perfect in his eyes.

Her frizzy dark brown hair now came down to her bony shoulders, making her look even more like the folksinger Janis Ian whose song ‘Society’s Child’ was the first song Sharon had learned on the guitar they had bought her for Christmas years ago.

That wouldn’t be a compliment to most girls since the singer was far from a raving beauty in any conventional way, but if somebody told her of the resemblance Horace didn’t think his daughter would take offense since Sharon had never been one to go out of her way to be anybody’s idea of a beauty queen and that certainly hadn’t changed since she went off to college.

He had taken her right at that very place, with Sharon suggesting it and bending over the sink so he could take her from behind. Horace didn’t have to do it. He could have just said no and walked away but he didn’t, savagely taking her like a dog while his wife’s sleeping pill provided them privacy of sorts.

“Hi Daddy,” Sharon said, waking Horace out of his trance as his daughter turned around and leaned back against the sink, smiling at her father’s shock when he learned she was aware of his presence. “Saw your reflection in the window.”

“I just came out for a drink of water,” Horace said although he made no move towards the sink his daughter was blocking.

“There’s water in the bathroom too,” Sharon reminded him adana escort as a way of telling her father she knew why he came out to the kitchen. “But I’m glad you came out here. I couldn’t sleep either.”

Horace nodded, trying his best to keep eye contact with Sharon because there was danger if his eyes strayed lower, but judging by his daughter’s smirk he must have failed because she then said, “They got a little bigger. Not a lot bigger, but…”

“I – you look wonderful,” Horace replied after deciding not to bother denying he hadn’t been looking at Sharon’s breasts which were unsupported under the tank top.

Sharon did look a bit bustier than she had been last summer, although she was still a small breasted woman especially compared to her Mom who she resembled somewhat facially at least. What might have contributed to Sharon appearing fuller in the bust might have been partly due to the fact that Sharon didn’t seem to be wearing bras anymore and gravity was taking charge, something that had been obvious even in the shapeless top she had worn home.

“Mom didn’t dig the new bra-less Sharon, did she?” his daughter suggested knowingly, and after Horace gave her a shrug that indicated that as usual she was perceptive about her mother she added, “I noticed you didn’t seem offended by my titties hanging free though Dad.”

“Peace and love,” Horace grinned while flashing her a peace sign, mimicking what Sharon used to do a lot. “Doesn’t matter. You know me.”

“I do know you Daddy,” Sharon grinned as she leaned further back, causing the large nipples on her puffy plump auroelas to become even more prominent, and as she put her hands up on the kitchen counter at her sides her father noticed something else.

“Wait until she sees that. I know that’s new for you as well,” Horace offered, nodding towards the thick tufts of dark brown hair that now resided under Sharon’s slender arms, a new feature that she seemed eager to show her Dad.

“Oh. My armpits?” Sharon said as she feigned surprise, and as she lifted her arm and peeked at the growth she asked. “My roommate at the dorm doesn’t shave and I thought she looked cool so I thought I’d try it. A lot of girls on campus don’t shave. What do you think? Can you handle having a hippie for a daughter”

“Fine by me once I get used to it but I think your mother will freak,” Horace advised as he looked at Sharon’s armpits which might have been as hairy as his own.

“It will be our little secret Dad,” Sharon winked. “I’ll wear stuff with sleeves while I’m here.

“I’ll miss that little humming sound though,” Horace said, referring to the sound his daughter’s Lady Schick electric razor made when he would pass her bedroom and she would be running the pink device under her arms fastidiously every day, something that seemed to have stopped after she got to college by the looks of it.

“I used to like it when you would stand there and hum along like you were harmonizing with it,” Sharon recalled. “I think you might have liked watching me shave a little too.”

“I – uh…”

“That’s okay Daddy. I liked having you watch,”” Sharon interrupted. “Blushing again Dad. You’re so cute.”

“So school is good,” Horace said in an effort to change the subject. ‘You still getting along with your roommate? What was her name? Lynn?”

“Yep, that’s her name, and we’re getting along all right,” Sharon said as she restrained a giggle before continuing. “We get along very very very very good, if you know what I mean.”

“Oh. I…”

“I don’t think Mom would understand that either,” Sharon explained. “I knew I could tell you and not get lectured. You okay with it?”

“Sure, I mean it’s safer than you being with a guy,” Horace replied, the thought of his daughter with another girl sending shivers down his spine.

“Oh, there’a guy too,” Sharon said. “Was a guy I should say because we split, so you aren’t the only one anymore.”

“Good,” Horace replied with a sigh of relief.

“He made me appreciate what I had with you,” Sharon responded while thrusting her chest out, making the t-shirt ride up a bit further on her slender thighs, and when she nodded towards her parents bedroom she added, “What Mom’s thinking of shutting you off I have no clue.”

“So honey, you should have brought your roommate home with you,” Horace suggested.

“I don’t think Mom would be ready for Lynn. She’s kind of butch,” Sharon explained. “She’s not fat but she’s built like a bodybuilder. Short red hair like a brush cut, and she’s got tits as big as Mom’s.”

“Sharon…” Horace sighed as she watched his daughter stick her hands out in front of her to emphasize her girlfriend’s bust size.

“And Lynn’s really hairy down here too,” Sharon continued in ignoring her father’s attempt to divert the discussion, and as Sharon lifted her t-shirt up to her belly button she elaborated.

“Lynn has this trail of hair starting right about here,” Sharon said as she pointed to a space under her belly button ankara escort before gesturing down towards her bushy triangle. “And then it spreads way out even onto the insides of her thighs. Bright red too. I thought I had a hairy pussy until I saw hers.”

“Honey please.”

“I thought you wanted a drink,” Sharon said as she stepped a little away from the sink. “I won’t bite you.”

Horace moved over to the sink and turned on the tap, and as he waited a second for the flow to get cold he shivered when he felt his daughter’s hand on his shoulder as she looked up at the man who had been her hero and her lover.

“I need it Daddy,’ Sharon said and then more intensely added, “I need you.”

“So – uh – now that’s you’re close to your roommate like that, does that mean that Nancy is out of the picture?” Horace asked, desperately trying to change the subject again.

“No, not necessarily,’ Sharon replied of her long time friend and frequent sleepover guest who she had grown up with. “Nancy wrote me and told me she lost some of her baby fat and I was thinking about inviting her over some night so we could relieve old times. Would you like that Daddy?”

“Whatever you want honey.”

“We could do what we did that one time,” Sharon reminded her father of the last time the girl across the street slept over. “Remember that time when she slept over and you were hiding in the closet watching us?”

“Another pitiful example of being a father,” Horace mumbled but was ignored as his daughter continued.

“Nancy had no clue you were watching although she wondered why we left the light on because she was self-conscious about being chubby,” Sharon related. “I felt like I was putting on a show for you, and then that was the night she decided she wanted to lick my asshole but Nancy was snorting and licking so loud she couldn’t hear you. Remember? I could hear you gasp in the closet when you saw that.”

“I was jerking off,” Horace lamented. “Sick bastard.”

“Then after we went down on each other and were resting I had to make up an excuse to get her out of the room so you could get out of the closet without her seeing you,” Sharon recalled.

“I looked like a drowned rat. It got so hot in the closet, and then watching? Let’s just say I’ll never do that again. If Nancy comes over your two will have your privacy, I guarantee you.”

Horace filled a glass and downed it in one gulp, and as he went to refill it Sharon’s hand came around and reached into the fly of his pajama bottoms, finding what she was looking for right away and expertly extracting his flaccid hose out into the open.

“You don’t know how often I think of your cock,” Sharon sighed as her tiny pale hand pulled on the long beige member that had not only helped create her but had given her untold pleasure. “Want to tell you a story.”

Horace had trouble putting the glass to his lips because his hand was shaking so much as his daughter eased back his foreskin to expose the fat knob.

“Lynn came to our room one night with a bag, and then she pulled out this big black dildo that she would attach to a harness that she was going to put around her hips,” Sharon explained. “She says something like “What do you think this will do to your pussy?” and I laughed and almost blurted out that my Dad’s cock is way bigger than that!”

“Honey we can’t,” Horace whimpered as he looked down as Sharon’s hand stroked his penis which was nearly erect despite himself. “I went to church last week – to confession.”

“You told Father Jupin about how we fuck?” Sharon asked with a chuckle. “He was probably jerking off while you told him.”

“No – I went to a church out of town,” Horace replied. “Too ashamed of myself.”

“So he said you were bad and he said you shouldn’t do it anymore,” Sharon asked as she rubbed the wet tip of the massive rod that hung over the edge of the sink. “And so now you expect me to let go of this throbbing 11″ of manhood and just go off to bed?”

“It’s not 11″ – that time you measured it you shoved the ruler into me so hard that…”

“You’re changing the subject Daddy,” Sharon interrupted. “Here – let me make it easy for you. If you don’t want me just walk away.”

With that Sharon went to her knees on the kitchen tiles and forced her father’s pajamas down, and when the garment freed itself from the penis sticking out the fly it caused the fleshy monolith to swing up so violently it nearly smacked Sharon on the chin.

“Gotcha,” Sharon whispered as she grabbed the stiff pole and brought it to her lips, and after licking around the edge of the foreskin and dabbing at the gooey tip, his daughter leaned forward.

“Omigod,” Horace mumbled as he watched the organ that had only known his hand in the months Sharon had been away slowly disappeared in his daughter’s stretched mouth, and as she took him in she looked up at her Dad with those innocent doe-like eyes that were nothing like the wanton woman they belonged to.

Sharon managed adıyaman escort to get well past halfway down her father’s prodigious weapon before retreating back to the tip, and then with each slow steady trip her mouth made down the vein-riddled tool more and more became slick with her saliva until her eyelashes were fluttering in his pubic hair.

“Oh – honey – no,” Horace groaned as he felt the head of his cock poke Sharon’s throat, although it didn’t seem to faze her. “Please stop.”

“Forget about the church stuff.”

“No, it’s not that,” Horace explained as he reached under his daughter’s arms and lifted her to her feet. “It’s just that it was so good I was going to cum.”

“Do I still give better head than Mom?” she asked with an impish grin.

“Way better – but it’s been a while.”

“How can anybody sleep next to that and not suck on it?”

“Let’s go downstairs honey,” Horace said as he pulled his pajamas back up, and Sharon practically skipped down the stairs while Horace cursed himself every step of the way.

Sharon flicked on the light to a low setting, which was enough so they could see each other clearly as well as adding a romantic glow to a tryst Horace was going to be a part of regardless of his best efforts.

Any chance of him turning around and going back to bed disappeared when Sharon backed into the center of the den under one of the recessed lights and slowly peeled off his old wife-beater. This was something that his daughter had done often in the past so it was nothing new, but since it had been months since he had seen Sharon’s rapidly developing body and absence had made his heart grow fonder.

Her breasts were a little larger now and whether it was because of gravity or her not wearing a bra, her cones were now drooping downward a bit, becoming banana boobs with the puffy aureolas that covered the ends of her long cones and seemed to weigh them down.

“I missed you so much honey,” Horace whispered as he stepped out of his pajamas while never losing sight of Sharon’s waif-like body.

The thick and always untrimmed triangle of hair that filled the delta between her skinny thighs looked even more dense and untamed now, and that profuse growth had always made Sharon looked older than she was. It had always excited Horace for some reason, and the fact that his daughter was now sporting bushy armpits was already becoming something he was getting used to.

“How do you want me Daddy?” Sharon asked as she raked her fingers through her pussy hair.

“I’m already wet. Want me to bend over the back of the couch?”

“No honey – I want to look at you when we make love,” Horace said as he came over and took his little girl in his arms, lifting her up by grabbing her perky butt and kissing her hard while taking her over to the couch, and after dropping her down gently on the couch cushion knelt between her legs and put her calves over his shoulders.

“That’s it Daddy – eat my pussy,” Sharon cooed as her father’s face disappeared in the jungle, and as his tongue danced around her clitoris she added. “Nobody eats pussy like you Daddy. Not even my dyke roommate. Oh man – so good.”

Horace inhaled to musk of his daughter’s sex while imagining some butch at school with shoulders as big as his doing this very thing to Sharon, and while he was always taught that homosexuality was evil he had to admit that if he could watch it happen he would.

After all, he had sat in the closet that was suffocating just to watch Sharon and her plump friend eat each other out and despite his protestations he would do it again if he could.

Horace effortlessly lifted Sharon’s hard little butt up off the cushions so he could run his tongue down the length of her sex and further down, noting that the hair had grown even thicker down there in her absence.

He knew he would end up eating out his daughter’s ass before she left just like Sharon’s friend Nancy had done, and although it had been nothing he had even done to Sharon himself before that, he was hooked on that as well.

That would wait for another day – one where his wife would be out of the house before Sharon always got loud when he performed analingus on his daughter. She didn’t howl from his tongue though, it was the introduction of his cock into that tiny orifice after his tongue was done that made her squeal. Another shameless act that he could not resist.

“Cock Daddy,” Sharon moaned as she churned on the couch, her thighs crushing her father’s ears as he licked. “I need your cock so bad.”

Like a willing follower Horace lifted his face from Sharon’s furry grotto and burned his knees on the rug as he scooted up closer to the target.

“You hard Dad?” Sharon asked a second before he slapped at her opening with her meaty weapon a few times, causing his daughter to smile and add, “Should have known better than to ask. You’re always hard.”

“Looking at you – tough not to be,” Horace said as he pushed the tip of his tool into the soggy opening, and as he leaned forward and felt his cock force its way into his little girl he almost sobbed, “So tight – you’re still so tight.”

“Always will be, and that’s because of the size of your horse cock,” Sharon grunted as Horace stopped briefly about halfway in. “Mom still isn’t giving you any?”

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It is Sunday, the weather is hot and I am sitting in my office reading a book and listening to the radio. My paper work is all done and not much is happening, maybe I will watch a DVD on the computer till I go home. There is a knock on my door and I go to answer it, there is no one here but some of the students return their house keys to me and sometimes with a cheque, so we take these in for security.

I open the door and am greeted by a student who is about five foot six or so with a dark tan, she is wearing a short wrap around skirt and a white t-shirt. She hands me her key and tells me that she is leaving as her course is now finished, she speaks with a slight accent that I make out to be Italian, we have students from all over the world come here and most are not short of a bob or two. She asks if I can call or if she can use the phone to call a taxi, I pick up the phone and call the cab firm, I ask her name and she tells me it is Lucy, I make a comment about it not being Italian, and she tell me it was her dads idea as he is British. The cab firm tells me it will be at least an hour, and I tell Lucy this and that I will phone another firm. I phone another three firms and all have a long wait, I explain to Lucy that an hour is the best I can do, she agrees and I phone up the first company and book the taxi.

Lucy asks if she can bring in her cases till the taxi arrives and I go to help her to carry them in. I ask if she wants a cup of tea or a bottle of water as it is hot and she says yes to the water, I ask her if she wants to sit down while she waits. We both start to chat, and she tells me that she had put any romantic involvements to the side while she has been there, I ask if she had any boyfriend that will miss her once she has gone, she replies with a smile that when she said romantic involvement she meant no contact at all as she had no time with study and rotations.

The chat becomes more relaxed and she continues the theme of sex and she says that she has only ever slept with an Italian man. I ask if she has any regrets about her stay at the university and she replies with only one. I get an email and I start to answer it, while I am doing this I ask Lucy what her one regret was. I keep typing away waiting for her reply when I suddenly feel her behind me, I start to turn and she gently kisses my lips. I am shocked and she leans to my ear and then whispers into my ear that she would only regret one thing “that nisantasiescort.com I had never fucked her”.

Lucy pulls my chair around, she then starts to kiss me and undo my shirt at the same time, her fingers run down my chest to my belt. I kiss her back and pull her to me while she undoes my belt, I run my hands down her hot body and I start to pull her top up. I hold her top up and I lean her back so I can kiss her soft belly, my lips brushing across the top of the skirt. My lips finding her belly button as I kiss her gently.

Lucy removes my shirt completely and throws it onto the floor, she now pulls me up and before she can do anything I move to lock my office door. The door locked Lucy moves towards me with her top still up showing her belly, she reaches me and we kiss while I remove her top, she pulls away so I can remove her top, my hands as they run against her bra, feeling her nipples as they press against the material. We kiss and move as we head towards the desk, Lucy kisses me deeply as I realise we do not have long before she has to leave. I hold her against the desk and I start to kiss her neck moving my way down to the start of her shoulders, she moans as my fingers trace patterns over her skin. I start to kiss her shoulder and then her throat as my hands run down her, reaching her breasts, I run my hand over her breasts cupping them as I start to move down her body, kissing her gently as I go.

Lucy pulls me closer and kisses my lips and she rubs her hips into my cock as it starts to swell pushing against my trousers. She pulls back and undoes her bra and lets it fall to the ground at our feet. Lucy kisses me pushing her soft breasts against me, feeling her nipples swollen and hard rubbing against my chest, makes me strain harder against the material and feeling this, her hand reaches down and undoes my trousers then pulls them slightly to let them fall around my feet. She kisses my lips and with both hands she pulls my shorts down, she moves down as she does this and starts to kiss me as she lowers herself. I feel her breath as her mouth moves down my belly; I feel her breathing as the air rushes over the tip of my now throbbing cock. She gently cups my balls as she takes the tip of my cock slowly into her mouth, all I see is her mouth slowly covering my cock and her breasts as she lowers under the desk.

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She stops kissing me and moves the short distance to the desk, she then grabs the top of her skirt and I watch as it falls to the ground and I look on as I see she is naked, her pussy is shaved and there is a little hair at the top. I watch as Lucy lifts her naked backside onto my desk so it is resting just on the edge, I can see her lips as they part slightly, I move towards her and I kiss her again on the lips. I move my way to her neck, it feels so warm and delicate as I kiss her, biting her gently as I move down her kissing the top of her breast. My cock is throbbing as I kiss her belly and I feel the warmth from her pussy and I can smell that she is wet.

I kneel as I start to kiss the top of her hips, I move around kissing but not touching her pussy, I can see she is wet and she moans as I start using my thumbs, I hold her lips apart and I watch as she contracts and tightens seeing her pussy squeeze closed and wet. My cock is aching as I start to tease her pussy with my tongue, I can taste her in my mouth and my cock aches to fuck her. I slowly use my little finger to push her lips apart and I slide my fingertip gently teasing her, sliding my finger tip gently into her warm soaking pussy. Feeling it tight around my finger I can’t help but use my tongue to probe her, feeling her juices in my mouth. Sensing my thoughts Lucy pulls me up and kisses me tasting her own juices as she does so.

She bends back and rests her hands onto the desk top and pushes her self forward, I move forward and hold her back as I kiss her, we probe each other with our tongues as my throbbing cock rests against her thighs. I have to stand back as Lucy moves her hand between us, I watch as she uses her fingers to tease herself then she slides her finger inside her soaking pussy with a loud moan. I move my hips towards her and escortfindikzade.com watch as she takes my aching cock in her hot hand and she guides my cock towards her lips, she holds me there using the tip of my throbbing cock to tease her pussy, she brushes the tip along her pussy then gently pulls me forward using the tip to push her lips apart. I stand there watching her wet pussy as it opens and the tip of my cock as glistening it teases, slides and touches her feeling her hot and wet against me.

Lucy moans and I watch as my throbbing cock slides its tip inside her, feeling her moan as her pussy tightens around my shaft. Lucy moans loudly and I feel her muscles tense as my aching cock slides slowly and gently into her pussy, watching as her pussy sucks me watching her lips as they surround my cock. I stand back so I can watch as my cock slide in and out of her pussy, I feel her tighten around my shaft and she moans as she explodes in her first orgasm, I watch my cock as it comes wet with her juices from her pussy and her lips slide over me.

I bend down and I take Lucy’s nipple into my mouth, gently tugging as I move my hand to pull her towards me and I slide deep inside her, I feel her tighten onto my shaft as she moans loudly, I start to move my hips back and forth feeling my cock as her pussy tightens milking me as I slide in and out of her wet pussy, still gently squeezing her breast and taking her pert nipple into my mouth my tongue running around it. I feel her pussy tighten as my hips grind into her, I pull her forward pulling her pussy deep onto me as she moans loudly, and I feel my self reaching orgasm, my cock throbbing and twitching. I pull Lucy hard to me and my hips move faster and harder as I bury my cock deep into her. I feel her tighten harder as her orgasm arrives and I pull her tight onto me I grind my hips deep into her as my cock explodes, she screams as my balls empty deep inside her, feeling her sucking me deep and tight into her pussy. I continue to slide in and out of her dripping pussy slowly feeling her muscles milking my every drop of cum my cock still twitching. In side her. We are both spent our legs feel tired and her taxi is due soon, I slide my cock from her pussy and watch cum and her own juice drip from her.

I go to pull my trousers on and I hear the cab outside, Lucy throws her skirt around herself and I put my shirt on, she has no time to clean so she rushes to get dressed her top now on. I carry her bags outside to the taxi and Lucy follows looking flushed and so am I, we both look a mess everything out of place, she kisses me deeply and we exchange email addresses, I wave as her taxi pulls away for the airport and I cannot help but smile, knowing that part of me will travel with her.

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