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In all families the differences between each of the members is what make up the fabric of the future in the group. Having said that, what has happened with this group of siblings and the parents is, needless to say, a bit unusual and it all started with an innocent need to feel safe in their own house after an attempted break-in.

William, or Bill the father wanted to have a security system that he could install himself and save money. He and his son Keith went to the Internet sites or a local electronics store for what parts that were needed including low light color cameras, microphones, motion detectors, infra-red etc. including all the wire and recording equipment. With Keith doing all the wire installation, drilling, cutting etc. it was easy to install a few extra cameras and other goodies that dear old dad would never know about. When he got done with all the areas his dad wanted for the exterior of the house and out buildings Keith added several other cameras with microphones and all the bells and whistles.

The first areas he covered were his sister’s bedrooms and bathrooms then his parent’s bathroom and bedroom. He covered the rooms from multiple angles, high-low and far enough away from the steam in the bathrooms so the lenses wouldn’t get fogged up. In order to record or view the cameras easily he hooked it all into his new computer so he could burn everything onto DVD’s.

The next areas were the hot tub and pool making sure to get the changing rooms on line also. The next thing was a dry run checking all the equipment and to see if the microphone pick-ups were working properly. He ran through checking each camera and their location but needed to check the microphones and recording equipment.

“I’m going to take a shower!” Keith’s Mom hollered up to him in his room, “Listen for the phone will you?”

‘Sure Mom, will do.” Keith said. This was a perfect time to test everything in his parent’s room. Keith’s Mom was a beautiful redhead only in her forties that looked about thirty with a great set of tits that she rarely needed to put in a bra. He had many a hard-on watching her just working in the house or out at the pool with a skimpy bikini that didn’t cover all of her butt or breasts.

One time while she was sunbathing Keith watched from his bedroom window, fantasizing about all the fun things he would like to do to her. He had taken out his cock, which was straining to get free and leaking pre-cum like a faucet soaking his pants and leg. Continuing to stroke it using his own lube he had pulled the curtains apart to get a better-unobstructed view. As his orgasm started he must have made a noise and his Mom looked up towards the house glancing at his window just as he started to shoot his load, past the roof and onto the patio across from his Mom. Keith couldn’t stop if he tried and shot one bigger load just as far as the first. His Mom just looked up and smiled, which was the most embarrassed moment he had ever had in his life.

What Keith didn’t know was his Mom, Susan, had seen just about all the action, including the hand strokes and the huge loads that arced over the roof edge. She was quite proud and surprised, proud of her body that could make a young man beat off while thinking of her and surprised at the size of not only the amount of semen produced but also the dimensions of his cock, at least the head, after all Keith was only 5′ –8″ and eighteen years old she assumed it would be of average size but, what a monster, like father like son. She liked the size of Bill’s a lot; a 12″ cock was something she was glad to get used too. Especially when she could suck out a huge load of sperm, have it inserted in her ass or get him to jerk off on her tits. She decided to get a better look at her sons when she could to see if it measured up to the original.

Keith started up his PC, put on one earpiece and closed the door to his room. After stripping down to his loose shorts he could see the computer was ready. Running through the program he selected the camera in the master bedroom and just caught his Mom going to the bathroom completely naked. “What a tight ass mom’s got.” He thought. “This ought-a be good,” Keith went to the other cameras in the bathroom and immediately got hard.

His mom was at the sink leaning towards the mirror, her legs were spread to brace her self and Keith could see from a slight angle. His mom’s tits were huge for her height and only sagged a little from having three kids.

He zoomed in on her, “I sure hope she turns around so I can see the front side too,” Keith said to himself while stroking himself.

Almost as if reading his mind, Susan turned around and kept thinking about her son. Her one hand started to stroke her breast while her other hand slowly traveled down to her wet slit. Running her finger through the lips of her cunt Keith could see the juice on his mom’s fingers was shining like a beacon and he couldn’t tear his eyes from the image. kuşadası escort Susan continued to rub and pinch her nipples, “That’s it Keith suck on mommies titties baby. Make them hard honey,” she whispered.

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing; his own mom was fantasizing about him. Keith was rather well endowed and just by leaning down could suck his own cock, pulling his shorts off he rubbed the pre-cum around the head and down the shaft. Leaning down he started to lick and suck on the head then pushing about four or five inches into his mouth sucking as the head came almost out of his mouth. Pulling it out and jerking his hand up and down he said, ” Man I wish my mom was sucking my dick instead of me.” Sadly he had never been with any women on any lasting intimate level. The last girl he had been with had felt his hard-on through his pants and with a quick ‘I’ve got to go’ quickly left him with a set of blue balls that he had to drain himself.

Keith’s sister Mary was coming up the stairs and heard her brother making groaning noises from inside his room, “I bet he is looking at internet porn again, I’m going to scare the shit out of him” she said and gently pulled his door open just a little. Looking in she almost gasped giving herself away, there was her brother with the biggest cock she had ever seen, it had to be at least 14 inches long. Stroking the full length of it with both hands and sucking the head into his mouth. Mary couldn’t believe how long it was; she had never seen anyone suck their own dick before. She thought that was the hottest thing she had ever seen. It made her wet just watching from the side, slipping her hand into her shorts rubbing herself made it even harder to watch without going all the way in the room to get her hands or mouth on it.

Keith heard a noise and didn’t turn around but looked into the reflection on the monitor. “Shit, I can’t believe my sister is watching me. That’s just great now I’ll have to hear her teasing for months,” he thought to himself. “Well may as well give her a real show then.” Keith started to suck on his cock in earnest then really getting in to it by slurping up and down making noise that Mary was going to hear for sure.

Mary could hear her brother making noise sucking up and down and a popping sound when he pulled out from between his lips. Keith pulled back and just stroked his massive cock using his saliva and pre-cum to lubricate the shaft all the time watching his mom in the bathroom masturbate and his sister watching over his shoulder.

Having his sister watching was a tremendous turn on while his mom was rubbing herself off to an orgasm. Susan was really getting into it now, moaning and saying his name as she fingered her pussy. “That’s it Keith fuck mommies cunt baby, harder. Mmmmm, harder.” Susan was rubbing her clit so fast her hand was a blur on the monitor, then all of a sudden she stopped and Keith watched as a stream shot out of her pussy hard enough to hit the bathroom door then run down her legs. The floor was soaked in front of Susan and glistened like oily water. She slid down to the floor and started to lick her fingers of as much juice as she could get from her slit and off her legs. “Oh my god, that’s the hardest orgasm I have ever had with just my hand. Delicious, too bad Bill couldn’t have left a load of cum with all this cunt juice. Maybe Keith could plug mommies hole and leave a big load sometime”.

Keith just couldn’t hold out any longer, he pulled his mouth off his cock and started to stroke and pull even faster. “Oh, shit here it comes. Oh God, uhhhhhhhh.” He started to shoot his load while on the up stroke spraying his sperm over three feet in the air dropping down all over his chest and cock. The second and third shot went about half as far but the volume was almost as much. Cum was dripping down all over his chest down over his cock and balls onto the floor under his chair. “Man what a rush.” Keith said as he glanced towards his door hoping Mary was still there. “It sure would be great if Mary could take a load form my cock. Just thinking about her makes me get hard again,” he stroked the length of his dick pulling it into a semi-hard state using the tremendous load of cum to lubricate the shaft and make slurping sounds. He didn’t know she had already gone.

Mary had an orgasm using her hand and fingers twice; she just about passed out in the hall when her brother had shot his load. Gently pulling the door to her brother’s room shut she quickly went to her room and pulled her door shut. “Holy shit, that was the biggest load of cum I’ve ever seen. It looked like a quart came squirting out, like a long wet rope when it came splatting down on his chest and cock. Man what I wouldn’t give to ride that horse cock just once. I wonder what it would feel like to have him spray a big load in my pussy and on my tits, now that’s what I call entertainment. First chance I get I’m going to check kocaeli escort out his computer it sounded as if Mom was talking in the background.” The crotch of Mary’s shorts was soaked so she decided she needed to take a shower to help cool off.

She was about five feet four with oversized set of tits, a petite body with a tight ass and only nineteen. She had dated for several years enjoying the sex more than the company she kept. Having been fucked by a few of the football players she made a reputation as an easy lay and a great party girl, open to anything with anybody. Working at the local library helped her get a few dates but not like when she was in school. She regularly teased her supervisor by bending over to let him see her cleavage or by lifting her leg and spreading them on the ladder so he could see her panties. Many times she caught him rubbing his crotch while looking at her in his office across from where she was working. Mary even experimented with lesbian sex and enjoyed it, but not as much as getting stuffed by a big hard cock.

Her friend Alice was a hardcore lesbian that could bring Mary to several orgasms just using her tongue. When Mary wanted Alice to use a dildo on her she freaked out, “That’s just too much like a real dick and I can’t do that, but I will use my fingers on that sweet pussy of yours,” She said. Needless to say the relationship didn’t last very long but Mary longed for the feel of a set of tits rubbing on her own, it made her cunt run like a faucet.

Barbara was the oldest sister at twenty with a bigger set of breasts than her younger sister but not as large as moms. She had a stripper’s body with almost no fat; being as tall as her dad Bill she was the type of woman to turn not only men’s heads but women too. Barb was in college for her master’s degree in Psychology and was almost there, only two more semesters to go then she could take a break.

She just got out of a relationship that lasted for six months and ended badly. The guy was running around on her and Barbara didn’t find out until she went to his apartment one Thursday night to catch him with not only her friend but also her friend’s sister. Barbara entered the apartment and was thinking of surprising her boyfriend who should have been asleep because of the work schedule he usually kept. Hearing some noise in the bedroom she snuck up the hall to see what it was. Pushing the door open a crack first she noticed that all the room lights were on then she saw her friend straddling him with his cock buried in her cunt and her sister sitting on his face sucking her sisters tits. She should have just left but couldn’t tear herself away this was the first time she had ever seen other people fucking up close and it turned her on. On the other hand she was mad as hell. “Hope you’re enjoying it. All of you, because I’ll bet he didn’t tell you he has Herpes and now you do too assholes.” Well, that was that.

Barbara was in her room trying to get out of her funk about how that son of a bitch treated her, not having any boy friend or girl friends, those bitches. Checking her messages on her machine Barbara heard “Hey, I’m so sorry baby. I don’t know what came over me. Kelly and Katie came over for a visit and after a few drinks it just got out of hand. We all felt bad about doing it to you like that. They left after you yelled at us, pretty mad at me and I didn’t think they believed me that I don’t have Herpes, but that isn’t important. Rite now I just want to apologize for what happened and hope you can forgive me. Call me when you feel like it.”

“You son of a bitch, bastard, no good, friend fucker, limp dick, cheating suck-ass fuck any hole shit-head.” No phone call would ever happen and he could just rot in hell as far as she was concerned, that bastard. She threw herself onto her bed and started to sob and cry.

Coming out of the shower and sitting down Mary’s bed was against the same wall as her sisters and she heard the cussing and then the sobbing. “Holy shit, I bet that bastard boyfriend just screwed up big time. Pulling on a robe Mary brushed her hair out and went to her sister’s door.

“Knock, knock, Barb are you ok baby, I couldn’t help but hear you through the wall,” Mary came over and started to rub Barb’s shoulders and back.

Barbara sat up and hugged her, “Oh Mary, that jerk-off ex-boyfriend son of a bitch. I caught him banging my ex-best friend and her sister at his apartment. I just couldn’t hold it in any more. Thanks for coming in I need to have some girl talk to keep me from killing him.”

Mary kissed her on the cheek, “No problem honey, any time. Men are pigs sometimes, well most times. Tell me what happened then I’ll tell you what I saw our brother doing and you won’t believe it.”

Barbara told her just what she saw and how it turned her on then made her mad as hell. “God I’m a mess let me take a shower. Come in and I’ll tell you all the details.” She started konya escort to pull her clothes off as she walked into the bathroom. Mary walked in after her sister and couldn’t help looking at her ass and tit’s after she pulled off her shirt then dropped her shorts on the floor.

Barbara told Mary in detail what happened at his apartment while she was washing in the shower. Mary couldn’t help staring at her sisters body through the clear shower doors staring at the water running down over her breasts and down into the crack of her ass. She noticed her crotch getting wet when she crossed her legs. “What a great body, I can’t believe that asshole gave you up like that, what a jerk,” maybe she and I could get together some time. I’m sure I could treat her real good I wonder if Barb has ever been with a girl before? Mary thought all this to herself while rubbing her nipple through her robe.

“What a real jerk, I’m sure if we put our heads together we can come up with a way to get even with him. I’ve already got some ideas that worked well for me.” Mary said. “Let me tell you about our not so little brother, I was coming up the stairs and heard some noise from his room. I figured he was looking at porn sites on the computer so I snuck up to his door with the idea of scaring the shit out of him and maybe catching him jerking off. Well I did catch him jerking off but he didn’t know I was there because when I saw the size of his cock it just about made me cum on the spot. His dick must be at least fourteen inches long and as thick as my wrist. Man I’m getting wet just thinking about it.”

“No way, how big is it?” Mary told her again, “Oh my God I have got to see that monster.” Barbara said as she dried off.

“That’s not the best part, as I was rubbing myself he came like nothing I’ve ever seen before. His cock shot a rope of cum almost three feet straight up, not once but three times. He covered his chest and cock with his man juice and had it dripping on the floor under the chair. Oh I almost forget, he can suck his own dick.” Mary said with a big grin.

“I don’t believe it, you’re lying. No way you saw that.” Barbara laughed.

Mary giggled, “Oh yes I did, it’s the truth. He can suck about a third of it into his mouth. That was about the biggest turn on ever. Always wanted to see that but didn’t think it was possible. I came so hard I had to go take a shower to calm down.”

Barbara got a big grin on her face, “So, you rubbed yourself off in the hall outside our brothers room while watching him suck his own cock then shooting a huge load all over himself. Man I wonder what my psych professor would say about this.”

“I’m sure after he jerked off about it he would say our whole family needs therapy.” Mary said with a grin.

“If you saw him you might change that view, he’s about seventy years old and probably couldn’t get it up with a crane.” Barbara said with a laugh. “I can’t believe how much that turns me on about Keith. Who knew rite under our nose and there’s a big stud in the house. How can we see all the action without him knowing about it? Got any ideas?”

‘Actually I might. Do you remember when he and dad were putting all that security in a few weeks ago? Well I think Keith might have put in a little extra that dad doesn’t know about.” Mary said in a low voice. ” I noticed there was some white dust on the floor in the bathroom and at several places around the house. I think he may have put in some extra cameras and mikes too. Let’s go check out his room when he isn’t here, I bet his computer is just full of all sorts of stuff he doesn’t want us to see.

“Tell you what, I’ll be our lookout because my room is up the hall from his and when the coast is clear I’ll bang on the wall, Ok?”

Barbara said, “Now I can’t wait to see what we find out. Still can’t get over him servicing himself with his mouth. You’re right that is a real turn on. I may have to take another shower to cool off. I mean look at my nipples they’re stiff as ever.” She dropped the towel on the floor then started rubbing and pulling on them pushing the two together and tweaking her nipples. “Shit, I wish my chances of getting laid hadn’t diminished with the blowup.”

Mary let out a low moan and tried to swallow, “Hey, have you ever been with anyone else Barb? You know, uh well, you know.”

“What do you mean? Oh you mean a GIRL, yeah, I was at a party one time with my friend Betty and we got really drunk. The next thing I remember the two of us were playing tongue hockey and ended up naked in one of the bedrooms. That was almost as much fun as being with a guy, man she showed me things I have only seen on the Internet.” Barbara had turned to the sink to brush her hair while she talked. “Hope I didn’t shock you too much sis.”

Mary was smiling ear-to-ear, “Did you remember Alice my friend from several months ago? Well she is a hard-core lesbian and she and I got together on a regular basis for several weeks. I know what you mean about learning new things. Hey, maybe….” They both heard Keith and their Mom talking in the hall.

“What on earth did you spill in here that you need to use the sponge mop Keith? “

“Just some stuff I use on my baseball glove mom, I’ll clean it up, ok?”

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The weekend passed uncomfortably for Kaley. She’d managed to avoid witnessing Amy frigging herself Saturday night by staying up long after her sister had gone to bed, but had gone to the bathroom the next morning just as Amy was coming out, dripping wet from her shower; small towel wrapped around her pert breasts, showing off her supple, pale legs.

Kaley’s breath caught in her throat and she barely managed to return the ‘good morning’. She darted into the bathroom, turned the shower on full and stripped like her pyjamas were on fire. As soon as the hot stream touched her skin, she plunged her hand down to her crotch and came hard and fast. She sank to the floor on shaky legs, breathless and quivering, absently rubbing her still pulsing clit. In no time at all the sensation returned to her pussy and she lazily brought herself back to orgasm, biting her own hand so as not to moan too loudly.

That night was hot and humid. Kaley again held off going to bed, despite knowing she’d be exhausted at college the next day. It was 1am when she finally switched off the TV in the den and went karabük escort to her room. When she entered, she was presented with the sight of her sister, lying on her back, her sheet folded down to her waist, her nipples poking through her thin vest, beads of sweat coating her skin, her flat stomach shimmering in the moon light. It was all too much.

Standing by her sister’s bed, Kaley removed her pyjama pants and casually kicked them across the room. Her right hand shook as she reached up and under her vest and lightly stroked her hardening nipples, then down her stomach to her damp panties. She bit her lip hard and dipped her hand beneath the elastic, immediately finding her erect clit and rubbing it ever so softly for fear of sending herself into an uncontrollable frenzy.

Her left hand reached out slowly, tentatively. Her breathing became so shallow she thought she might pass out. Kaley closed her eyes and steadied herself, then laid her outstretched hand gently on her sister’s bare stomach. Amy let out an almost inaudible osmaniye escort sigh, but didn’t stir. Kaley steeled herself and carefully slid her hand down her sister’s body.

Amy’s breathing deepened as fingertips graced the skin just above her panty-line. The fingertips hesitated for just a moment before invading the elastic. Kaley’s heart quickened as her fingers brushed through her sister’s soft pubic hair. She was careful not to go straight for Amy’s clit, knowing the sudden sensation would wake her, and instead ran a single finger up and down her pussy lips, feeling the wetness build. Her sister’s body began to react, squirming ever so slightly. She raised a leg and her thigh pressed Kaley’s hand into her crotch, and her own hand lay over the top of her panties.

Kaley was becoming braver, or perhaps losing herself in the moment. She dipped her finger between her sister’s lips and found her sweetest hole. Amy let out a hushed moan as she was penetrated in her sleep. Kaley felt her knees buckling. She was on the marmaris escort ragged edge and knew it was now or never. She found Amy’s clit with her thumb and rubbed it so lightly only her sister’s reaction told her she was touching it at all. Amy bit her bottom lip and her head rolled from side to side. Her thigh pressed just a little firmer on sister’s hand and her breaths came quicker, shuddering from her gaping mouth.

Kaley bit her own lip harder, both to muffle her moan and in anticipation of what was about to happen. Amy could wake up at any second, but it was too late to stop now.

Suddenly Amy’s eyes flew open. She was shaking and breathing hard. She looked around quickly through bleary eyes. Across the room, Kaley was tucked up in bed, sleeping soundly. Amy raised her hand from beneath the covers and found her fingers were wet. Had she just been masturbating in her sleep? What was she dreaming about? She couldn’t remember. Amy was sure she’d never cum in her sleep before.

“I must really be horny,” she whispered to herself, before turning over and closing her eyes. She couldn’t help but smile at thought of what she might’ve just done.

Across the room, Kaley was tucked up in bed, pretending to sleep soundly. She felt satisfied, like she’d just spent a magical night with a new lover. But she knew that wasn’t the case. She’d just frigged her own sister in her sleep!

Kaley slept fitfully that night.

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A southern summer’s blistering heat isn’t something people flock to, not when northern summers are so perfectly warm and beautiful, but Julie understands the magic of it — the kind of humid heat that makes you perspire even when you’re wearing nothing but a bikini, even when the wind blows, even at night. When it came time to rent a beach-front house for a week in July, she didn’t hesitate to look for one in the South. “It’s going to be too hot down there,” Julie’s husband said. “Why don’t we just drive over to Cape Cod, or up to Maine?”

The thought of it gave Julie a chill, even fully dressed. She thought about the cool sea breeze she’d felt on their last trip to Maine, and the icy cold of the northern ocean water. No, she thought. South. I want to go south.

Using the vast resources of the internet, she found a beach house that spoke to her. On a long spit of a North Carolina island that’s lanky like a skinny man’s forearm, the house sits alone, rising from the windswept beach grass. White in color, and vaguely Victorian in style, the house is wrapped with front and back porches, has windows everywhere you want one, and even has a widow’s watch with its own balcony, crowning the roof, up above the second floor. The house’s location seemed to be good—it looked like an easy beach-walk to the small village, a quaint old settlement of a dozen small houses and a General Store. The island is accessible by ferry, but they purposefully make it expensive to bring a car over, to encourage day-trippers to come without one.

Julie and her husband, Mark, thought up the idea for the trip, a high school graduation present for their son, Logan. His best friend, Josh, was invited, plane tickets were purchased, and the week leading up to the trip was upon them. Mark came home one day and told Julie of a production break-down at his business. “It’s a catastrophe,” he said. “There’s no way I can go on vacation now.”

An hour later, Julie sat on the side of Logan’s bed, explaining the situation to him. “We’ll still go. It’s too late to get a refund on the beach house. We could probably do something about your dad’s plane ticket, but he said why don’t you ask another friend to come along. I know it’s short notice, and no, it can’t be Kayla. If she was eighteen I might…might, think about it, but I can’t be responsible for all that chaperoning. Why don’t you ask Tyler?”

“Oh, Yeah. I bet he’d go,” Logan said. “Cool. Thanks Mom.”

—

The southern heat, oven-like, with a big dash of humidity, brought a smile to Julie’s face as soon as she stepped outside the Raleigh-Durham airport. She smiled again, embarrassedly, when the nice young man in the rental car lot kept glancing at her tits. The plane she and the boys had just disembarked from was warmer and stuffier than she remembered other flights being, so halfway through the flight, when she was in the middle of a good book, she’d mindlessly opened two buttons on her pale yellow cotton blouse, down to the point where the delicate lace of her white brassiere showed. She’d meant to button the shirt up again, but forgot, and standing there in the car lot didn’t seem like the place to do it. And anyway, the young man was cute and quite harmless.

The open buttons were swept out of Julie’s mind again by the challenges of gathering the three boys and all the luggage into the car, and worrying about the driving. Three and a half hours later, after a pleasant ferry ride with the rental car, she and Logan and his two friends were standing in the kitchen of a bright, airy summer house, looking out at the beach grass and the vast blue ocean beyond.

“There’s only one house rule,” she said. “If anybody’s going to go off on their own, leave a note on the kitchen table. It’s a big ocean out there, and we don’t want to be searching it for your floating corpse only to find out you wandered off in search of a bikini sighting.”

“Aren’t you gonna be wearing one, Mrs. B?” Josh said, his eyes sparkling, his mouth curled in an impish smile. “I was hoping.”

The open buttons on Julie’s shirt re-entered her mind. Her arms goosebumped and tingled, and she felt the hairs stand up on them. Josh is the flirtiest of Logan’s friends, a six-foot-two-inch hunk of young man with long sandy-colored hair that looks like it’s always in need of a hand to push it back behind his ears. Julie had noticed, all through Logan’s high school years, that lacrosse and soccer were the ‘long hair’ sports — Logan and all his soccer team friends had somewhat similar tresses.

“What I wear,” or don’t wear, Julie wanted to add, “is no concern of yours, young man. I’m sure you’ll find girls to ogle. I’m sorry, though, you guys. I really thought this place was closer to town. We must be three miles from civilization, at least, and it didn’t look like there’s much there.”

“That’s all right, Mom,” Logan said. “We can walk.”

“Yes, I guess you’re in better shape than I ever was,” she said.

Josh, smirking, fethiye escort glancing at Julie’s open buttons and shadowy cleavage, said, “That’s debatable, Mrs. B.”

“Out! Go!” she said. “Have a look at the ocean while I unpack these groceries.”

–

Evening settled in, with the kitchen smelling of pizza, the frozen kind, cooked in the oven. Julie and the boys walked on the beach after dinner. It was a quiet walk, everyone tired from the long day, looking for seashells and odd bits of flotsam. The combination of it being the hottest time of the year on an island that’s not a tourist mecca made for mile long vistas in both directions without a single other human being in sight. A fishing boat trolled, way offshore, but that was the only sign of humanity. The beach house Julie had chosen was even more peaceful than she’d imagined it would be.

—

The next morning, the sounds of breakfast being prepared woke Julie. Up out of bed, she put on a pair of shorts, a bra and a t-shirt. She hadn’t slept well in the heat; her hair was a mess from all her tossing and turning during the night. Standing in front of the small mirror that hung on her bedroom wall, she fingered her recalcitrant tresses into place as best she could. The upstairs bathroom—the only one in the house—is old fashioned, and when she entered it was already littered with the boys’ shaving gear, hair products, toothbrushes and deodorants. The shower hadn’t been used yet, and she made a mental note to get up early so as to be the first one in it each day, before wet towels and dark body hair made a masculine mess of things.

The smell of breakfast greeted Julie when she went downstairs; scrambled eggs, sausages, and bagels dripping with butter.

“Wow,” Julie said. “Do I get this kind of treatment all week?”

“Sure, Mom,” Logan said.

“Thanks for inviting us, Mrs. B.,” Josh said.

Tyler added, “It’s really nice here. I didn’t think we’d all have our own bedroom.”

“I’m glad you guys like it,” Julie said. “I like it, too. I’ll get some serious reading done, and I’ll have a better tan than any of my friends, I’ll bet, when we get home.”

Josh, straight faced and serious, said, “I can help you with your sunscreen lotion, Mrs. B., if you…can’t reach your back or somethin’.”

“Logan’s done it for me, when my husband’s not around,” Julie said. “Remember, Honey? When you were little?”

“Yeah, I remember,” he said, embarrassedly.

After they ate, the boys went outside for a swim. Julie took a shower, with the bathroom door latched and locked. The soft water made it difficult to rinse the soap off, and she felt slippery, even when she got out to dry herself. She put on her summer robe and wished she’d brought a longer, thicker one that didn’t show the jiggle of her bosom quite so much. Standing there, in front of the bathroom mirror, thinking about how she would look if the boys saw her wearing nothing but the little robe, she suddenly realized she’d forgotten to repack her swimsuits after Mark had dropped the bombshell about not being able to go on the trip. She had swimsuits with her, that wasn’t the problem, but they were all sexy bikinis, all packed with the thought in mind of making Mark horny, to try and rev up their fading sex life. She’d known it would be naughty to wear them in front of Logan and Josh, but with Mark there the idea had seemed okay, even though it was a bit risqué. But now, with it being just her, all alone with three fully grown, eighteen-year-old, handsome young men…

“Crap!” she said to her reflection. “Sometimes you’re way too scatterbrained. Oh well, they’ll just have to deal with it.”

In her bedroom, door closed, after a wobbly-breasted walk down the hallway that made her shake her head and wonder if she was fit to be the parent of a teenage boy, she pulled out all her bikinis and tried to choose one that was less sexy than the rest. It was a losing game. They were all similar—cheeky and titty and sexy in one way or another. It was a carefully curated collection, the best of the best of her modest accumulation, designed to show her still-damn-fine body in its best light. As she looked at them she wondered why she’d planned to wear them at all, even if Mark had been there. They were basically the opposite of what she’d normally wear in front of certain boys from Logan’s soccer team, and Josh was one of those boys. He with the easy smile, the unashamed wandering eyes, and the flirting skills of a much more experienced man.

She chose the black one. A glance out the window told her the boys were all accounted for, frolicking out in the gentle waves, so the robe slipped down her arms and she put the little bikini on, with the sun streaming in through the open windows. The small mirror on the wall didn’t afford her a very full view of how she looked, but looking down at herself gave her a full-body tingle. It was sexy all right, but it alanya escort pleased her, in a perverse kind of way, to know she still had the body to make it work. Her breasts, in particular, made her proud, and the little black bikini showed a whole lot of them, in all their big, perfectly curved, still-firm glory.

The walk to the lounge chair on the beach felt heavenly to Julie, with the heat of the sun on her and the warm sand between her toes. She settled in quickly, so as to avoid showing Tyler and Josh her cheeky backside, but they were both plenty intrigued by the long distance view of the front of her, and before long all three boys, dripping with seawater, were at her side.

The feeling of being so nearly naked raised the hairs on Julie’s arms. Josh and Tyler had never seen her out of her mom-style street clothes, and this was very, very different. She kept her gaze firmly on her book, even though the words and paragraphs had become senseless. “How’s the water?” she asked.

“It’s so warm,” Josh said, with his eyes roaming his best friend’s mother’s tits, her belly-buttoned stomach, and the mound of fleshy mystery that hid under the sexy little crotch of her bikini bottom.

Moments later, the boys started slathering themselves with sunscreen lotion. Julie watched from behind her sunglasses. She knew good mothers don’t stare at such things, so she didn’t, but Tyler and Josh are so very good looking. Her eyes seemed to keep finding them as they lotioned their strong arms, their chests, and their legs and thighs.

“You got your lotion, Mrs. B.?” Josh asked. “This sun’ll burn you today.”

Julie nodded, wishing she’d been smart enough to lotion herself in the privacy of her bedroom. But it was a beach vacation after all, and lots of skin is part of it, even if she was showing more of it than she had planned.

And so she squirted lotion from her bottle, and she felt the cool of it on her skin, and her hand slid through it, massaging it gently into her already warm flesh. Behind her sunglasses she glanced at Tyler and Josh. She wasn’t surprised it was Josh who was watching her.

“Josh, your mom told me she won first prize in a baking contest,” she said, hoping to get his mind on very different things.

“Oh, yeah. Strawberry rhubarb pie. It was at that strawberry festival.”

Julie’s chest and stomach still needed to be done, and of course conversing with Josh had given him a good excuse for looking right at her. She couldn’t think of a quick way out, so she squirted more lotion from her bottle, feeling the cool of it again. Massaging it in gave her goosebumps, all over her shining skin, giving her the look of a Playboy model with the cold water from a hose turned on her, not that Julie knew anything about those kind of things.

Josh turned away when she was lotioning the parts of her goosebumpy breasts that showed, and she wondered why. Was he being polite, she wondered? Her eyes widened when the realization hit her that he was hiding an erection. It had to be, she thought. Why else would he be facing away from her and his friends, gazing off into the distance at nothing, silently. “Race you to that bush,” he said, and he was off, running as fast as he could, with Logan and Tyler in pursuit.

“Oh my God,” Julie said to no one. She was pleased, excited, worried and disgusted, all at once. She scolded herself again for bringing the wrong swimsuits, and then she stretched out, relaxing with her book, trying to find her place.

—

It was late in the afternoon when the boys returned from a long walk down the beach, all the way to the little town and back. Julie had spent some time on the porch when they were gone, out of the hot sun, but when they returned she was back out on the beach, reclined languidly on the lounge, asleep after her restless night. She’d started the sunbathing lying on her stomach, with her bikini top untied at the back and at the neck, so as to take advantage of some tan-line-free hours while the boys were away. She’d fallen asleep that way, lulled by the sound of the surf, and at some point, as groggy as groggy can be, she’d rolled face up, leaving the bikini top behind, and had fallen into a deep sleep again. The oven-hot heat was like a narcotic, and the lack of such a tiny bikini top hadn’t made even the smallest impression in her semi-conscious mind.

It was voices that woke her, the boys voices, penetrating her dream and merging into it for a few ethereal moments. Her eyes opened just enough to see them. They were standing not too far away, watching her, talking amongst themselves, not approaching. It was then that she felt the breeze on her bare breasts, and the situation started to clarify in her still-dreamy mind. As her nipples bloomed into firmly pointed arousal, all the breath rushed out of her lungs, but she didn’t move. The urge to hide herself wasn’t as strong as the idea of just lying there, pretending manavgat escort to be asleep, hoping she could somehow make it seem as if nothing unusual had happened. So she lay there, topless, practically naked, and she listened.

“Damn, those are Rihanna tits, man!” Josh said. “Remember that dress she wore, that one you could see her nips through? You mom’s are just fuckin’ like them! Holy fuck!”

“Oh my God,” Tyler said, “your dad’s fucking luckier than shit, man!”

“That’s my mom, you guys! What the fuck!”

“God, he probably fucks the shit out of her,” Josh said. “My dad fucks my mom like crazy sometimes.”

“You’ve heard them?” Logan said.

“Yeah a bunch of times. Haven’t you?”

“Maybe. I mean…”

“It’s too bad your dad’s not here; we could listen to ’em,” Josh said. “Vacations make my mom and dad horny. We went to this condo in Florida last winter. They thought I was at the beach but I came in sorta quiet I guess, when they were fucking. I couldn’t see ’em or anything, they were in their room, but they were fuckin’ into it, loud as shit, talkin’ dirty and everything.”

“So you just stayed there and listened?”

“Yeah, why not?”

“Because she’s your mom!”

“Hey, sex makes me horny, what can I say,” Josh said. “My mom’s sorta hot. Not like your mom, though. Holy shit. I can’t believe we’re seeing her tits. This is like the best fuckin’ day…”

Julie lay quietly, with eyes closed, hoping the boys couldn’t see her goosebumps and aroused nipples. If they can see them, she thought, maybe they’ll think it’s the sea-breeze that’s causing them, and not this shameful situation.

“I wonder if she lets your dad fuck her tits. If he’s got a big cock like you she probably loves it.”

“How the fuck do you know anything about how big my cock is?” Logan said.

“Brittany told me. We got really drunk and she told me how much Kayla loves fucking you. She said Kayla was goin’ on and on about it,” Josh said. Shifting his voice up an octave, imitating the voice of a girl, he said, “Oh, its so fuckin’ big, and it goes so fuckin’ deep. Its so fuckin’ big it took, like, four times before he could get it all the way in, but now that I can take all of it, it’s like, all I wanna do!” Josh giggled after doing his impression.

“Fuck you, man,” Logan said. “What are you, jealous or something?”

“Fuck no, man” Josh says. “I got seven and a half fuckin’ inches. Brittany fuckin’ loves it. You ever measure?”

“Yeah, but I’m not tellin’ you!”

“Tyler, how ’bout you?” Josh said. “What does Megan get to play with?”

“Like, six, or a little more. That’s above average, right?”

“Yeah, man, that’s cool. Come on Logan, you want us thinkin’ Kayla’s lyin’ and you got a little dick, or what?”

“Seven I guess,” Logan said. “Maybe a little more, when it’s good.”

“When it’s good? You mean when Kayla’s strokin’ it and droolin’ on it, right?”

Logan smiled shyly.

Josh said, “Brittany told me son’s cocks are just like their dad’s, so that means your mom likes it deep. I got a little extra for her, right here.”

“What the fuck, are you fuckin’ hard? For my mom?”

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be. Are you just figurin’ this out? She’s pretty close to naked man, and she’s fuckin’ smokin’ hot, and those fuckin’ dark nipples are just killin’ me.”

Logan, looking at the lumps in Tyler’s and Josh’s swimsuits, shook his head. He knew he had to end things. “So what are we gonna do,” he said, looking at his mother’s nearly naked body even though he knew he shouldn’t. “She’s not waking up.”

“Let’s go back down the beach a little and we can yell or something,” Tyler said, “like we’re just showing up.”

Josh said, “Or we could just walk up to her and say, ‘Hi Mrs. Burch. You’re tits are crazy nice. Can I put some sun lotion on ’em for ya?’ “

Logan pointed down the beach. “Go!” he said, cringing because he said it loud enough to possibly wake his mother. Josh reluctantly followed orders, after taking another lingering look at the nicest tits he’d ever seen in real life. Tyler followed, and Logan brought up the rear.

Julie cracked her eyelids open, amazed that the boys hadn’t noticed her breathing heavier than a sleeping person should. She felt naked even though with a tiny bikini bottom on she technically wasn’t, and she felt horny even though she knew it was wrong and dangerous to feel that way. She wanted badly to cover her nippily tits with the bikini top and scurry away indoors, but she knew she had to wait, to play the game. She didn’t move as she watched the boys walk away. They stopped aways down the beach and started horsing around noisily, so she stretched her arms and quickly put the bikini top on. She fought her instinct to flee; she stayed there, reclined, while the boys approached.

“Hi Mrs. B,” Josh said. “You’re getting a really nice tan.”

He walked right up to her and she noticed the lump in his swimsuit, bigger than normal, down the leg, but not out of control. Tyler, trying to hide behind Logan, had a lump that was even more pronounced.

“How was town?” Julie asked.

“It’s okay. Small,” Logan said. “It’s too far, though.”

“No pretty girls?” Julie asked. “I thought you boys would think it was worth the hike just for that.”

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Greetings once again avid readers! The following story continues from where we left in Destinee and Destiny ch.00. This story goes in order and probably won’t make a whole lot of sense if you read it out of order. As I promised before, we’re still working up to the good stuff but there will be plenty of sex all throughout. Also, as a small warning, the next chapter may contain some fairly heavy violence. Anyway, I hope you enjoy and as always, I look forward to hearing some feedback!

Chapter Three — Running

(Two years later)

With a contented sigh, I slung my shirt and towel over my shoulder and slipped back into my sandals to head off the beach. The golden-white sand beneath my feet was scotching from the sun and I could already feel the slight itching-burn creeping over my shoulders and neck, but both were a distant concern. Life was bliss since those two tiny issues were the only complaints were the first of my entire week so far. I quickly sprayed off my feet before headed for my Firebird, noticing more than a few flirty glances from two gorgeous Hispanic girls giggling next to a beat-up looking Mustang on the other side of the small lot.

I threw my stuff in the backseat and was about to approach the girls, but the sound of my phone vibrating from the console quickly made any thoughts about them dissipate. My cell phone was in the backseat and was never on silent, signaling that it was work. I picked up the disposable phone and flipped it open, turning to flash an apologetic smile to the two girls along with a gesture at my phone.

The shorter of the two with the more brazen bikini top, two triangles that barely covered her tiny, erect nipples, pouted in a playfully sexy way and began to walk over to me with her friend in tow. With every step, her small but pert bust jiggled temptingly. I made a show of lifting my sunglasses to check her out and her coy smile turned downright naughty.

The deep voice came over the line in heavily accented English. “B, you safe?” The girls paused barely a foot away as I held up a finger with a grin.

“Give me one sec’, big D.” The voice grunted in acknowledgement and I lowered the phone, careful to put my palm over the receiver. I spoke to the petite one (the one I had made a show of checking out) in Spanish, but not before flashing her taller, bustier blonde friend a wink. “Aren’t you a saucy little minx, if I’ve ever seen one. You two just coming, or getting ready to go?”

She surprised me by answering in near-perfect English, leaving just enough of an accent to reveal she was a native and not a tourist. “We were getting ready to meet up with some friends at a bar actually, but you just looked too yummy to resist.”

I made a deep throaty groan, knowing that what I was thinking was written clearly on my face. “Mmm, I would be more than willing to sate both your appetites if you think you can keep up. I do have to take this call though. How ’bout you give me your number and once I wrap this up, I’ll text you for the address.”

She raised her eyebrows cheekily and I quickly retrieved a marker so she could write her number on my forearm. As she was leaning forward, gracing me with more than an eyeful as she threatened to spill out of the triangles, she raised her lips towards my ear. “Don’t make me wait long. My attention gets diverted rather quickly.”

I winked and they walked away, making a show of swinging their hips to make their bubbly asses wiggle temptingly. I pulled the phone back to my ear. “Clear now. What’s up?”

My full attention returned to him when the deep voice came back unusually quiet. “You’re needed now. The ship just docked in the harbor and the captain is eager to get the crates unloaded so he can return to sea. A violent storm is brewing to the east.”

Mumbling a curse under my breath, I flashed one last look at the glorious retreating mounds of jiggling tanned flesh. His timing couldn’t have been worse, screwing up what would’ve been an earth-shattering threesome, but when duty calls. Especially when duty was using code to talk.

“Alright, big D, I’ll head down to the docks now. Twenty tops.”

The line went dead, and I quickly pulled on my black tee over my still damp shoulders. It would’ve nice to get a heads up so I could stop back at my place to change, but there was no making these guys wait. It just wasn’t an option.

I pealed out of the small lot onto the despondent dirt road, kicking up an impressive cloud of road dust behind me. The Firebird protested every bump along the way at high speeds, but without really having to worry about traffic laws I could make the half-hour trip in half the time.

The ‘ship’ was backed into the garage of the gated warehouse already as I skid into the lot. Everyone knew my vehicle, so none of the overly armed but underly dressed men along the district gave me more than a passive glance. I quickly holstered my beautiful little silver Browning, tucked hidden under my long shirt, and approached üsküdar escort the massive 6’7″ giant of a man watching the trucks being unloaded.

He turned briefly upon hearing the loud crunching of my shoes, his hand instinctively going to the grip of the deadly Micro Raptor on his waist. He nodded to me and relaxed his stance, turning back to the two Mexicans in the truck. I was long past the point of trying to fill the silence near him with questions, D was the type of guy you didn’t speak to unless spoken to first.

His voice was thick with a Spanish influenced accent though his words were always perfect English. “Sorry for the short notice, B. Tony was grabbed this morning, so we’re short a runner.”

I mumbled another curse. Tony was a good guy, a great driver by all standards, but was too cocky for his own good. The curse wasn’t for him though, that meant we only had three decent runners left now. My work would be more than cut out for me, not to mention the added heat.

“Damn. How’d he get done?”

With a deep sigh he finally turned his head to me. “The new crackdown. He fished for a Mordida, but the bitch was a real hard ass. Tony was clean though, so he’ll be out quick.”

I mirrored his sigh, watching the last crate get pulled into the warehouse. “Am I the only one up?”

“No, the other two runners are already gone. Once the truck pulls out you can back in. With Tony grabbed we’re moving to a new shop in case he talks.”

With a nod, I returned to my car and waited for the truck to move. I quickly replaced it and popped my trunk. There was no need to get out as two of D’s men began loading up. D coming to my window surprised me though.

“Alright, B, you’re crossing the border this time.” He handed me a small unmarked envelope, thickly stuffed. I didn’t even want to know with what. “Just give them this and you’ll get be allowed through without being inspected.”

He handed me another paper with the address and I nearly did a double take. Lexington, Tennessee. That was at least a fifteen-hour drive from Reynosa. Even if I drove all night, I wouldn’t make it until tomorrow afternoon.

Sensing my tension, he clapped me on the shoulder. I think it was meant to be affectionate, but on his massive tanned frame, almost like a bodybuilder, it was like being slugged by a log.

“Your contact is Romanov Sylvanski. He’s expecting you around noon, so drive straight through.”

I really didn’t want to know, but if I was going back to the states, I needed to know how much discretion was needed. “What am I carrying this time?”

He was quiet for a long moment as he studied my face. I jumped a little when he barked a deep laugh. It was not a pleasant or happy sound. “I think that’s the first time you have finally asked, B. You don’t want to know.”

I nodded, feeling a little squeamish. I knew what kind of business big D was in, everything from extortion, trafficking, weapons and drugs. As a runner, the only part of it I played was transporting the stuff. It kept my conscious clear, mostly, and my pockets fat enough to live more than care free.

“Alright. Anything I need to know about this Romanov guy?”

I felt my trunk slam and one of the guys lightly tapped it. Inwardly I grinned, knowing instantly who was loading my car. Jose had made the mistake of hitting my trunk hard enough to nearly cause a dent during the first few months. If D hadn’t stopped me, Jose would’ve been ended right then and there.

Even D knew my car was the only thing I cared about. In nearly two years I had carefully never once mentioned family or anything else. It was safer that way in case things should ever go south.

“Quiet Russian guy, big ego. He’ll probably try to rip us off, but the price is three-point-five. If he tries anything, tell him deals off and leave.”

I nodded slightly, getting a sickly feeling in my gut. I already knew the answer but had to ask. “Would he try to—”

D nodded, “if he does, put a bullet in him first. He wouldn’t hesitate. If he tries to play games tell him the price is three-point-six.” With that nugget of joy, he walked off.

There was no way I was going to kill someone for these guys, but if it meant my life… I don’t know. Honestly, I had made enough money already that I could live comfortably for a while, but there was really only one way out with a guy like Demario. I needed a plan; the only issue was that I had to idea of just how it was even possible.

With a resigned sigh I pulled out of the warehouse. This just really wasn’t shaping up to be my day.

~~~~~

With the exception of a stop at a steakhouse in Dallas, the drive went surprisingly smooth and quick. I changed into something a bit classier than board shorts and a tee, took a half-hour power nap somewhere in-between, and made it to Lexington with time to spare.

The GPS led me to a large upper-class office building downtown. It looked legit gaziemir escort enough that I had to circle around twice before I noticed the small alley that led to a garage and pulled into it. The only thing I could find was a small keypad and speaker, so I rolled down my window to depress the small button.

For a long moment there was only silence, until a staticky gruff voice came over the speaker. “Yes?”

I wasn’t really expecting the whole smoke and mirrors thing, so I went for subtle. “Delivery from Demario.”

Instantly the garage door began to lift, and I pulled forward to back inside. Two definitely Russian men in thick suits were already waiting on both sides of the car as I switched it into park. I rolled down my window as one of the suits stepped up, his face a stern and unreadable mask. Clearly, he wasn’t some desk jockey, so I assumed this was the right place.

“Name?” he asked quietly.

“Brandon.” He paused as if he were expecting me to continue with a last name. My face was just as unreadable as he finally realized that was all he was getting. I wasn’t intentionally cross, it was just a precaution of the trade. Even D had no idea what my last name was.

His mask slipped into a frown. “Romanov is on the phone, he will be down in a moment.” I quickly studied him with a sidelong glance but couldn’t see any visible weapons on him. “Step out of the car.”

I flashed him a long, drawn out look. He looked like he was starting to get annoyed the longer he waited. I’m not sure if he was slow or had the patient of a saint, as he slowly realized I wasn’t going to move. D had a thing about lackeys and dealing only with the man in charge, I guess it rubbed off on me more than I had realized.

Luckily the big suit was let off easy as the assumed man in question suddenly stepped through a door off to the side. I finally opened my door and stepped out, slipping to a cautious smile. “Are you Romanov?”

Before the new, pale, dark haired man could answer, the suit who had tried to get me to step out of my car made to grab my arm. Reacting on pure instinct I had his wrist in grasp in a flash and twisted as hard as I could while sweeping his closest leg. The man was roughly my size but wasn’t expecting my speed as his leg gave out and I wrenched his arm behind his back as hard as I could. My free arm circled around his neck as he grunted in a mix of surprise and pain.

In the same moment, Romanov froze at seeing the exchange and the other suit suddenly had a pistol out and aimed at my head. I paused before I broke the suit’s neck who was in my grip, my brain finally catching up to my body as my breath came out raggedly.

The tension in the air was suddenly released as Romanov barked a heavily accented laugh, waving down the other suit to lower his gun. He met my gaze with a toothy grin. I released the man’s arm and pushed off of him, finally allowing him a needed deep breath to get his red face under control.

“Sorry, caught me off-guard,” I mumbled an apology. The suit found his feet and backed away to safety as Romanov came over and heartily shook my hand with a heavy grasp.

“No worries, he was trying to frisk you, I think. Bit off more than he can chew, no? You must be a military man.”

I nodded cautiously, “army. Are you Romanov Sylvanski?”

His smile widened wolfishly as he nodded. “I am. You are with Demario, yes?” I told him my name with a curt nod and popped the trunk before leading him around the back. The suits moved behind us against the wall to watch me carefully.

I ignored them entirely and lifted the false bottom of the ’empty’ trunk to reveal the contents inside. It wasn’t my first time seeing the product in this way, generally getting a glance as I showed it to the buyer, but what I saw this time threw me off. I Usually ran guns or drugs, sometimes both. This was a whole new level of fucked that set the red flags in my head on full alert.

I moved my hand to my hip, closer to the holster that was still hidden by my shirt, but far enough to not alert the suits. Maybe it was just my own twisted sense of logic, but moving drugs scared me a lot less than the sparkling bags lining my trunk. Fucking diamonds. Some were as small as a few karats, but others were as large as my fist. This was some serious business.

Fucking three-point-five. I had assumed D meant million. I drove nearly fifteen hours carrying 3.5 billion dollars’ worth of diamonds. I was already itching to get my hands clean of this whole mess.

Caution flaring, I watched Romanov pick up on of the bags and drop a few smaller diamonds onto his hand. He leaned in close and let out several warm breaths, the fog evaporating instantly. He did a few more quick tests before lovingly placing the bag back down and shaking my hand.

“Excellent, excellent. Want to follow me to my office for refreshment while my men unload? You must be famished after such a long drive, no?”

The sancaktepe escort urge to roll my eyes was almost to great to stifle as I squashed down my jitters for an unreadable mask. “I do not wish to be rude, Romanov, but I have other business to attend to today unfortunately.”

He nodded amicably, dark eyes flashing though his expression stayed pleasant enough. “Of course.” He gestured to one of the suits, who quickly disappeared back inside. He returned quickly with a large briefcase. “So, the set price was two and a half billion, yes?”

The corners of my mouth turned up in a smile against my will. “Demario agreed to three and half billion, no less.”

He feigned an apologetic smile, his accent only getting worse as he talked. It either meant a lie was coming or he was growing increasingly anxious. “Ah, forgive me, English is my third language. I must’ve misheard Demario. I cannot do more than three billion, I’m afraid.”

With a nod, I ignored the suit holding the briefcase next to me and began to cover the panel of the trunk. He made a nearly imperceptible sound as I gently closed the trunk. “No can do I’m afraid, Mr. Sylvanski. I’ll send your regards to Demario.”

I was already halfway to the driver side door before his voice seemed to catch up with him. He matched my pace to come beside me, looking like he wanted to grab my arm but stopping himself. “My apologies, Brandon, I did not mean to offend.” The dangerous flash in his beady eyes was worse now though his face was reassuring.

This man was a fucking viper waiting to strike. It was clear with every subtle twitch of his high cheekbones and the tensing of his massive shoulders. Thankfully he dropped his ploy with a curt nod. “Three and half then.”

I shook my head, unintentionally puffing out my chest a bit. “The price is now three-point-six, nonnegotiable. Demario doesn’t appreciate games.”

The man’s face dropped as he cursed something in Russian back at the suit with the briefcase. The man disappeared once more before returning with the rest of the money. Tension was high as I nodded and followed the now silent man to the trunk to count the money. It was only half to piss him off further since there was no way he could be trusted now.

I nodded to the suit, “count it.” He looked to his boss who just glared back and quickly went to work. Once the money was secure, I gestured to put it in the backseat and popped the trunk. The suits went about unloading the diamonds, leaving a palpably pissed off Russian man watching me in a mix of content and respect.

I shrugged it off and finally closed the trunk, glad to be almost out of this pit. Romanov nodded at me, “Send Demario my apologies, please. I hope this misunderstanding does not muddle our future affairs.” Surprisingly he actually sounded sincere.

I forced a smile and shook his hand firmly. “Of course not, Mr. Sylvanski.”

Unknowingly walking right into it, he grinned, “actually let me make it up to you. Join me in my office for a drink, feel free to bring the case if it makes you feel better.”

Inwardly sighing, I quickly tried to think up some excuse. Refusing his ‘gracious apology’ would make me seem rude now, giving him an excuse to complain to Demario and possibly muddle future buys. Conceding would mean watching my back every second, so I didn’t get a bullet in it.

Falsely smiling widely, I nodded, “Of course. Lead the way.” I grabbed the case from the seat and locked my car, following him through the door leading into the office building. It looked legit, richly carpeted floors, fake plants here and there, eccentric artwork. Basically, nothing that stood out in any way from the usual business as he led me down a hallway to his enormous study-like office.

I sat across from him on a nice leather chair as he poured two glasses full of clear liquid from a strange jewel covered bottle. He caught my eye and smiled, “Oval Vodka, stronger with less bite.” I nodded appreciatively and capped it in one gulp, shivering at the heat traveling down my gullet.

It was smooth, I suppose, but freaking 84 proof was way above my usual threshold. He began telling me about a few meaningless different subjects concerning his business, which all the while I nodded politely and did my best to seem interested. I gave him twenty minutes and politely declined two refills before making a show of standing.

“Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Sylvanski, but I must get back to Demario now.” Eyes flashing, he nodded and led me back to the garage in relative silence. We shook hands again as I kept an eye on the suits and breathed a sigh of relief as I finally got back in my car.

The trio watched me like hawks as I pulled back out into the alley and slid the briefcase under the passenger seat away from view. I was sweating a nervous storm by the time I pulled out onto the road and drove for a few minutes in relative calm before pulling into some restaurant parking lot.

As soon as I was in park as I finally let myself truly take a deep breath and cursed up a storm along with punching the steering wheel. Fuck, my nerves were a wreck. Keeping your body coiled like a freaking spring for thirty minutes, watching every subtle movement or twitch wreaked havoc.

When I finally calmed, I pulled out the spare phone and called D. Two rings and he picked up, “yes?”

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Daniel awoke at a little after 9 Saturday morning, which was late for him. He usually got up at 7 on Saturdays to go to his health club and get in an hour and a half of swimming before coming home to do his weekend chores. But after the exertions of the previous night, his body needed the rest. As he sat up, he could hear plates and pans clanking in the kitchen. Obviously, Sara had been up for a while and she was making breakfast. They were both very capable in the kitchen, sometimes even cooking together.

He was feeling a little stiff, and as he stretched his body, he remembered the pleasurable events of the night before. He smiled as he recalled the wonderful experience of sharing one of the most intense sexual encounters he ever had, every bit as incredible as any he shared with his late wife. Sara, all 18 years of her, was a seductress, a fantastic lover. He couldn’t imagine where she learned how to be so incredibly sensual and sexual. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know, either.

Sara was tinkering in the kitchen, humming a song, so wonderfully happy. The evening with her father had gone as well as she could have hoped, better even. She also had one of the greatest orgasms of her young life, and they hadn’t even fucked or tasted each other…yet. She thought about what might be in store for today and tonight as she prepared waffles with warm blueberry compote and tea. Neither of them were coffee drinkers, both enjoying tea instead. She called out “Dad, are you up? Breakfast is almost ready!”

“Just give me a few minutes, sweetheart! I’ll be right down!”

“No, dad! I’ll bring it up to you in 5 minutes! Is that ok?”

“Perfect, sweetheart! I’ll be ready!”

Daniel went into his bathroom, urinated, brushed his teeth and washed quick, cleaning the dried cum from his body. Did I really go to sleep like this? he wondered. Did Sara?, They fell asleep without cleaning up. He remembered her cuddling into his arms to sleep, feeling contented, while he washed up. He was thinking he should be feeling guilty as hell about the night before, and yet he didn’t. He felt invigorated. It had been so long since he’d been with a woman sexually, almost 7 years. Hannah, his late wife, was gone 6 years now, and it had been almost a year before that since they had to stop having sex; she had been too sick by then and he never would have even tried at that point, wouldn’t even ask for a handjob from her. He had thought over the intervening years that he would have gladly given up sex altogether if it meant having Hannah with him still. But that’s not how the world works. And now he realized how much he had missed a woman, and his daughter was the catalyst that brought him back.

He got back on his bed just a few seconds before Sara came into the room with the bed tray with two plates and two mugs of tea. This wasn’t the first time she had made breakfast in bed for her father, but the context was greatly changed. She wasn’t just a daughter doing something nice for her daddy, she was also a lusty lady, doing something nice for her lover.

“Hungry, daddy?” Sara said with a loving smile.

“Famished” replied Daniel. “We worked up a bit of an appetite, didn’t we?”

“Oh yes. I could eat almost anything!” Sara teased.

“Sit across from me, sweetheart, so I can look at you while we eat. We have some things to talk about. And, by the way, this looks delicious!”

“Thanks, daddy. I hope it’s as good as it looks.” That radiant smile again. Her smile alone was enough to make men melt for her. Daniel never had thought about her in that way before. “So, what do you want to talk about, dad?” she asked before taking a bite of warm waffle.

Daniel ate a little himself before speaking. “First, I wanted to make sure you don’t have any regrets about last night, honey. If you do, please tell me, and we can stop things now. This isn’t exactly typical father-daughter activity. And we could get in a lot of trouble if we were found out. Not legal trouble; you’re an adult now. But for us both personally. My business could be ruined, and your reputation could be destroyed. I couldn’t bear that.”

“Daddy, I have no regrets at all. I’ve been wanting this for a while now, even trying to think of a way to bring it about. I’m grateful we’re at this point. And it’s not so unusual as you might think these days. I know a couple of other girls who are doing this, and a guy who’s sleeping with his mom. I won’t tell you who; you know at least one of them” Sara explained.

Daniel was floored, ceasing eating. “Really, honey? I’m stunned.”

“Yes, dad. I don’t know how they all came about, but I know of those three at least. Don’t worry, I’m not going to say anything to anyone about us. But it’s not as rare as you think.”

Daniel was still surprised. He said “As long as you’re still ok with this, I am too. I can’t really believe how fine I am with this, actually. I just don’t want to think how your mother would have reacted to this.”

Sara bahçelievler escort thought for a second as she finished her waffle and said “Daddy, we both loved her so much. But she’s not here, and while I miss her and always will, part of me thinks she’d want us both to be happy. And I know at least in one way, you haven’t been happy for many years. So, if I can make you happy…”

“Sweetheart, you’ve made me so happy since you were born. You’ve been a wonderful daughter. You’re smart, funny, silly sometimes, caring…I couldn’t have asked for more from my child. And now, as an adult, you’ve found a way to even bring more happiness to me. I love you so much, honey. So much.”

Sara’s eyes welled up. She couldn’t speak for a minute. “Daddy, you’ve been pretty amazing yourself. You did as well by yourself as most parents could do together, and better than a few two-parent households I know of. I’ve looked up to you as long as I can remember. And you made me pretty damn happy last night as well. And I want more. So much more. And I want it now.”

She had that lusty look now. She was wearing that purple robe again, and she let it slip off her shoulders to gather on the bed. Sara had nothing else on underneath now, for the first time, Daniel could see her completely nude. In the light of day, he could gaze on her small, firm tits, capped again with those hard little nipples. He could linger over her taught tummy and see lower, where her black, trimmed pubic hair led to her dampening pussy. He could see she had washed when she got up as well, and he could also smell her pussy, that wonderful, feminine scent. It made his head spin a little.

“God, honey, you’re even more beautiful in the daylight. You even look good enough to eat” he said with his own lustful tone. His eyes showed his hunger for her.

“Then why don’t you taste me, daddy?” she said as she leaned back, opening her legs. “Taste every part of me you want. I love a hot tongue on my body.”

This was the first he actually saw of her pussy. The soft black hairs were neatly trimmed, and they framed her slit. Her labia were swollen with desire, and her inner lips were visible and nice and even. Daniel thought she looked perfect all over.

He crawled across the bed to his anxious daughter in just his briefs, leaned to her and kissed her, gently at first, and then deeper, his tongue pushing into her mouth as they entangled their arms and legs together. Their bodies were rubbing hard, her nipples getting light scratches from his chest hair, making her groan into her fathers’ mouth. Their kiss broke and she gasped “Daddy, if you don’t lick my pussy now, I’m going to scream. I need you now!”

Daniel was eager to accommodate his horny daughter. He quickly kissed down her body, pausing just briefly to lick at her nipples and down her tummy, enjoying the slightly salty flavor of her flesh. He got to the triangle where her legs met her body and swirled his tongue on her inner thighs, biting there softly, driving her mad with lust. She was making animalistic noises as he got to her dripping gash and just the touch of his tongue to her lips drove her to cry out. He licked her from just above her asshole to the top, near her swollen clit, and back down the other side again to her ass and started over again and again.

Sara was writhing on the bed, her legs spasming as she moved. She grabbed her fathers head with the fingers on her left hand while her right pinched her nipples with her manicured nails. She was pinching hard, pulling her daddys’ face to her pussy, mashing him to her now gushing cunt. “Oh fuck, daddy, fuck me with that wicked tongue. Suck, bite my clit. Suck my cunt. Do it now!”

Sara’s filthy talk was shocking to Daniel, who’d never heard her say anything like this, but it passed very quick. His hands were full of her soft ass cheeks as his lips and tongue made a meal of her sweet cunt. She was gushing her cream all over his face, and he was lapping up as much as he could. Then he went right for her clit directly, rubbing it with the flat of his tongue, swirling around with the tip. She was thrusting her hips against his face and she was pulling his hair, causing him some pain, but just enough to make him devour her more.

Sara then cried out “Oh, fuck, I’m cumming daddy, I’m cumming fucking hard! Don’t you dare fucking stop, eat my cunt, dirty daddy, eat meeeee!

She came 3 times on his mouth, on his nose and lips, and then she pushed him away, too sensitive to take any more. They were both gasping for breath, panting hard. Daniel crawled back up to his glowing daughter, took her in his arms and kissed her lovely face while holding her very warm body tight against him. She was too spent to even kiss him back at first, but when she collected herself, she enthusiastically kissed him back, her fingernails gently scratching his back and his ass as they held on.

“Fuck, daddy, where the bağcılar escort hell did you learn that? Even the girls I’ve been with have never done anything like that to me!”

He grinned and said “I started eating pussy back in high school as well, but I don’t think I want to tell you where I got my expertise.” He kissed her full on the lips a number of times.

“I guess that answers the question indirectly, doesn’t it. Mom was a very lucky woman! Let me go get us some water, and I’ll show you how I repay such wonderful performance!” She kissed him hard before she walked off to the kitchen on slightly unsteady legs.

Daniel leaned back and considered how Sara developed to be so sexual a creature, and what kind of treatment he would be in for in just a few minutes. He thought about taking off his briefs, but decided he wanted Sara to do it. He thought with a grin she would be very playful pulling them down.

“What’s my handsome daddy grinning about so broadly? Is that a pussy eating grin? Or the grin of a man about to get a world-class blowjob?” Sara said as she brought a bottle of water to bed.

“Both!” Daniel laughed. “Go ahead, drink some of that water and let me have a little. My mouth is dry, surprisingly, considering I thought I was going to drown just ten minutes ago!”

Sara laughed with him and said “It’s not my fault you turn a girl on so much! You do know how to devour a girl! But enough about me. It’s my turn to play…”

Sara was on her hands and knees over her father. “Does daddy want me to tease him and go slow, or do you want your little slut to just devour that lovely cock of yours? Tell me what you want, daddy. Tell your little girl what you need.” Her voice was filled with hunger.

“Oh, I think I want my sexy little girl to go slow. I want to savor this. It’s been so long.”

Sara smiled her wicked grin and then leaned down to whisper in his ear, making him tremble “I was hoping you’d say that, daddy. I’m feeling very playful. I hope you love this” she softly said, and swirled her tongue into his ear.

Daniel cried out at that sensual gesture. Sara then slowly started kissing his face, telling her father “Next time, you can tease me back. Next time.” She then licked and nibbled down his neck to his hairy chest. She kissed him all over his chest as her nipples grazed against his tummy, moving down as she licked and bit his nipples. He was experiencing such wonderful sensations, watching as she used her tongue to lick straight down the center of his stomach and she swirled her tongue in his belly button.

Sara said, in her sexy voice, “Hmmm someone is hiding from me. I think I need to see what I’ve got here to play with. I saw a little last night, but I want to see it all now, daddy.” With that, Sara slid her fingernails over her fathers hips and torso right at the line of the elastic of his briefs. She was both tickling and lightly scratching him and again he shivered and moaned. Looking her daddy right in the eyes, she slowly tugged at his underwear.

“Lift up for me daddy.” She ran a single finger down the length of his swollen cock, still encased in the cotton briefs. “Lift up, so I can see my toy.”

Daniel raised his hips and his shorts went down, slowly but steadily, until they were free of his legs and he was completely exposed to his little girls eyes. She smiled, and said “MMMMM daddy has such a nice dick for me. And look at those big, full balls! I just love a set of big balls! I love to play with them and suck them…I think I’m going to suck those big balls first!” And she leaned down and let her tongue wash his balls with her warm spit, working her tongue all over them while her fingertips lightly touched his cock.

Daniel was moaning and twisting on the bed. His little girl was a first class tease, and she had barely dealt with his cock yet. Sara sucked first the right orb, then the left, into her warm, wet mouth, still teasing his cock with her hand which was now wrapped lightly around him. He had to lean up so he could see what she was doing, and so he could look into those dark pools of her eyes. She looked back at him while she had a mouth full of his sack. He smelled so manly, an odor which turned her on incredibly. She loved manly men, men who smelled and looked like a man. He wasn’t that tall, just 5’10” but he was in good shape, defined muscles and that short, neat beard and mustache that she thought was sexy as hell. That was her daddy, every bit of him, and it drove her to want nothing more than to pleasure him.

Sara stopped sucking his balls and she said “Is daddy ready for a blowjob now? A hot, sloppy blowjob from his cocksucking slut? Because I’m so ready to do it for you. Tell me, daddy. Tell me what you want.” Her voice was husky, her eyes glazed as she kept stroking his dick with her soft hand and small fingers.

Daniel choked out “Please, baby, please suck daddy’s big stiff cock. ümraniye escort It’s been so long. Suck me please!”

Sara frowned. “Daddy, I told you I like when you’re aggressive with me. Now ask me the right way!”

Daniel barked out “You’d better get to sucking my cock, my slut, and suck it good! Suck it like it’s the only cock you’ll ever have again! You better do it right or I might have to punish you!” He hoped this was what she was looking for; his cock was aching and he needed relief, badly.

Sara’s face lit up. “Yes daddy, I’ll try my best to please you.” And with that she leaned over and kissed her daddy’s dick, spreading kisses all over the head and then the root, up and down, her tongue flicking out every so often to take a long lick. He was leaking precum and she slurped it up like treasure.

Daniel was in 7th heaven. Sara was amazing as sucking cock, like she was at almost everything she did. His hips kept rising up and lowering down, his eyes tightly closed as he just wallowed in his pleasure. And then she upped her game by taking as much of his dick into her hot, wet mouth, engulfing as much of his 6 inch cock as she could, which was most of it. Daniel went into sensory overload. His eyes were wide open and he was staring at his sexy daughter as she sucked him as well as he had ever been sucked in his life. Her black curls were around her face, moving with her head as she bobbed up and down on her daddy’s dick. His tool was swelling in her mouth, the head felt like it would burst and she swirled her talented tongue under the head and all around while her hand grabbed his length and stroked him fast.

Sara took her mouth off, still jerking him with her hand and asked “Does daddy want to cum now for his little girl? Does he want to explode for me? Where do you want to cum daddy? In my mouth? On my tits? Or maybe all over my face? You can tell me daddy, but hurry; I think you’ve only got a few seconds!”

Daniel, who was feeling as great as he’d ever felt in his life, barely squeaked out “On your face. All over your sexy face!”

Sara smiled that knowing, naughty smile of hers and she jerked daddy hard and fast while her tongue was out of her mouth, licking under the head fast and hard. Her other hand was playing with his balls and his ass, and suddenly, Daniel blew his load, long torrents of cum, all over her face, 5, 6 blasts of hot, sticky, creamy cum, coating her face. Sara gradually slowed down, letting Daniel gather his wits, as he collapsed back on the bed, drained, covered in sweat, happy as could be.

Now it was Daniels’ turn to be speechless. His eyes were glassy as he watched Sara’s proud smirk, with the sight of her face coated in his seed. She started to use her fingers to clean it off her face, though a few drops ended up on the top of her tits, and she fed herself with her daddy’s still warm load. “Can I kiss you, daddy? Can I kiss you with your cum in my mouth?”

“You know better than that, honey. It’s ‘MAY I kiss you?’, not ‘CAN I kiss you’!” he teased her.

“You’re right, daddy, I do know better. So, MAY I kiss you now?”

Instead of answering her Daniel reached for Sara and brought her to him, kissing her lovingly, tasting himself for the first time. A couple of days ago the thought of tasting his own cum would have been unthinkable, but with his wonderful lover, his sexual devil of a daughter, nothing seemed out of bounds to him anymore. Their tongues danced, first in his mouth, then hers, his seed passing back and forth until they both swallowed some. The few drops on her chest were again sticking to them both.

Sara asked “Did I do a good job, so to speak? I’ve been wanting to do that to you for a long time, daddy.”

“Oh my god, that was incredible, sweetheart. Just incredible. I don’t think I want to know where you learned how to do that! It might give me a heart attack!”

“Don’t even kid around about having a heart attack” Sara said with an edge to her voice. “You are not allowed to leave me for a long time to come!”

“Honey, it was a joke, you know that. I’m not going anywhere. That’s why I try to take good care of myself. We’ve been a team for a long time, and now we have so much more to be together for. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“It’s ok, dad, I overreacted. It’s just the thought of losing you after having lost mom frightens me so. I shouldn’t have overreacted like that, though. I love you so much, daddy.” Sara rested her head against his shoulder.

Daniel held her tight, kissing the top of her head, like a father comforting a daughter. They lay there, contented and quiet for a few minutes, her arm across his stomach.

Daniel noticed it was now almost noon, and there were things that had to be done as usual on Saturday. “Tell you what, honey. We both should get cleaned up, and you know I have some work to do around here. Paperwork, and I have to go food shopping. Do you have plans?”

“Well, I could meet Steph and Laura. I kind of just canceled on them last night, and I don’t want to disappear from their lives. I know Laura has a date tonight, and Steph has a family party to go to, so at least tonight I can be all yours” She gave him that sparkling smile she had,

“OK that will be great, honey. Meet back here at 7, and I’ll have a nice romantic dinner for you. Sound good?”

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By: Dr. Dill Fober Vangore

MY STORY CONTINUES…

My name is David, and I want to share with you a story that happened to me many years ago. I’m not a writer, but just telling it as I remember, so don’t judge me too harshly.

If you have not read part one, I’d encourage you to do so, as it helps make sense of this part of my story. This is the continuation of my life experiences as a young man with his mother.

YES, we were all adults, and all over the age of 18!

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

My mother and I had been having sex every chance we got when we were alone. Mostly at night after my brother and sister went to bed, I’d sneak off into her room and find her waiting for me naked, in bed. You’d think we were newlyweds by the way we acted at times, and I felt that way, because I had just discovered sex at 18 with an experienced beautiful, older woman, and best of all, she was my mother.

When I started working at the hardware store after High School; she would come and meet me for lunch and we would sneak off alone to the warehouse for a quickie. I’d always know when she wanted a quickie for lunch because she’d show up in a skirt, and I knew instantly she wasn’t wearing any panties underneath, so we could do it in the back of the warehouse. One time she left my work after a quickie; I watched her walk out the door to our truck, she had my cum running down the inside her leg. No one saw it but me, but I smiled. After that, she would always bring a pair of panties tucked in her bra to slip on after our encounter.

My mother was like a young schoolgirl enjoying sex for the first time; like she had just discovered its fun and beauty. She was no different than I, always wanting more, and feeling like we could never get enough of each other physically. They say a woman’s hormones peak at 40, my moms had definitely peaked, because she could never get enough sex in a day.

One fall evening during my chores, I was out in the barn, feeding the horses when my mom came out in a robe to see me. I thought nothing of it, as lots of times she’d come out to check on me, or just to talk. A lot like a wife being close to her husband as he worked.

She said, “Your brother and sister are inside finishing up their school work, and I wanted to know if you needed any help?” I told her all was going well and I’d be done shortly. She just gave me a rye little smile and asked me, “You sure you don’t need any help?” She opened her robe and dropped it in the hay where I was pitching. I almost came in my pants.

There stood my mother in all her naked glory for me to behold, just smiling like a new bride enticing her husband at work for a little extra fun. She then got down on all fours in the hay wiggling her cute little ass asking, “Hey stud, are you going to mount me or what?”

I was at a loss for words but quickly looked over my shoulder towards the house to make sure no one was watching, closed the barn door, locked it; dropped my pants. I didn’t need a moment to get hard. Being 19, and seeing all beauty of my naked mother in front of me, I was hard before my pants hit the barn floor and got behind her ready to bury my cock deep in her.

Before she could say another word, a moan escaped her lips as I sunk my rock hard cock into her with one smooth move, banging up against her cervix for all it was worth. “Oh David,” was all she could get out in tangible words as I slid in and out of her, banging in her like a stud in heat. She just kept groaning between short breaths; then she started to cum, her hands grabbing handfuls of hay as she pushed back against me with each stroke. She was crying out now, “Yes David, Yes David, Mommies going to cum.” As her climax approached fast, she started to lose control of her movements and was like a wild animal in heat slamming back against me with each thrust, driving me into her even deeper and banging harder against her cervix with each stroke.

It didn’t take long for this to trigger those needs in me as it does in any young man about to cum. But this was my mom, a woman of beauty, a forbidden act that we were sharing again and again for the hundredth time in the past few months, but as fresh as the first. I was going to cum in my mom once again, and she wanted it as much as me, as her climax approached in record speed.

She cried out as I did, and we both came together for the first time in all our sexcapades. I felt her motherly walls of her vagina squeezing tight against my hard cock, as I shot my hot cum in her; both of us feeling the intensity of the other as we shook in passion, breathless, gasping for air as we rode the wave of ecstasy; never wanting it to end. It was one of those moments that would stick in my mind as I realized we were in total unison of each other’s needs and desires.

I pulled out of her with a slow pop as I saw my cum dripping from her swollen vaginal lips. I laid to her side, looking up into her exhausted, but satisfied face; seeing the elation in her eyes. çeşme escort She smiled at me and gently rolled onto her side; spooning with me in a post-coital bliss, enjoying that intensity of the moment we had just shared.

A minute went by and no words were spoken. I was lost in my thoughts about this beautiful woman lying next to me. Since we had started our lovemaking months ago, we had not missed a day without sex. Lots of times she taught me through her experiences the art of making love to a woman, what women liked and wanted in bed; what turned her on; what to do to get a woman off quickly. Bedroom etiquette for women and men. When to put her needs first; when to have spontaneity sex, and how to be a great lover… most of all not to be a greedy guy with only my needs in mind, but a good lover.

She was always taking care of my needs as a man, and loved to push my buttons and drive me over the precipice each time we had sex. It use to turn her on watching and hearing me cum from such simple pleasure of just being in her. I was learning all this from her, my mother, my teacher, my lover.

But I had the best of both worlds, because not only was she a great lover and teacher, she was my beautiful, sexy mother whom I loved more than anything in the world. She was always my fantasy, and now I was making love to my fantasy. I wondered how many guys could claim that! How lucky was I?

“David,” mom said with a soft and tender voice.

“Yeah, mom.” was about all the energy I had to say at the moment.

“I’ve been thinking about an idea that I want to ask you.” She paused for a moment as if she was looking for the right moment. “I know this is a lot to ask of you, but… but, I want to have another baby before I get much older?”

I was caught off guard by what she had just asked. Me a father at my age? I hadn’t thought much about it. I was just barely 19 and just learning about sex; now having a kid? It costs a lot to have kids, and hospital bills; a father at my age? It may be the modern 70’s and most guys were having children with their wives at my age. But I was a bit dumbfounded as to what to say, so I laid there in silence hoping she would go on and explain her request.

“I’m approaching forty and I always wanted four children. It was a dream I had when I was younger to have four children, live on a farm, and be happily married.” I didn’t say a word but listened quietly. “Your Dad and I always talked of having another child, we both wanted it. But when he got sick and couldn’t fulfill my needs in bed, we kind of threw the idea out; then he passed away and I figured it was futile to hope for another child at this juncture in my life.”

“But since you and I have been having sex regularly,” She spoke almost reverently as she continued, “The idea has come back to me that maybe I could have one more child before I get much older to raise one. So it’s been weighing heavily on my mind these past few weeks, and I wanted to talk to you about it?” I didn’t say a word. I was just lost in thoughts.

“David,” She went on, “I know it’s a lot to ask of you at such a tender and young age, but I’d like to try for one more child.” She paused, then continued, “You know its truly the ultimate gift a woman can give her lover… a child from their love.”

I laid in wonderment. I was being asked to be a father. It was normal for guys my age to start families, but this was different, it was my mother? How were we going to raise this child? Not as husband and wife? Mother and son would never work with my siblings or other family members and especially our friends? Then I remembered something from my High School genetics class.

“Mom, wouldn’t the child be abnormal because of its parents being related.” I asked, “You know, mother and son?”

“There’s a chance of that.” Mom sighed, “But from what from I’ve read in biology books at the library, that birth defects from a mother-son relationship are just slightly higher than the average birth defects from a non-related couples.”

“Now financially we’re fine, there is enough in savings that I had managed to put aside while I worked at the law office, it would pay for the delivery and the hospital bills, and keep us set for a good year before we’d run low on savings. So we can afford to have a child, assuming there are no complications with the delivery.” I continued to listen as she went on, “If your aunt or grandparents ask who the father is, I could tell them it happened with a guy I went out with a few times, and then he skipped out when he found out I was pregnant. That would solve all the family’s questions and the busy tongue waggers in town trying to figure out who the father is.”

I laid there holding my naked mother as I realized she’d done her homework. She was a smart woman, one who thought things out before acting upon them. I was grateful. But I smiled to myself, because she would need to go out on a date başakşehir escort first before she could sell that story to the family of getting pregnant from a stranger. She hadn’t been out since Dad died, not that there was a lot to guys to choose from in our small town, but we did live close to a big city that she could use in her lie of where she might have met this factious father. It just might work I thought to myself?

The more I thought about the idea of getting my mom pregnant, the more turned on I was by the idea. Why not knock her up I thought? Most guys usually worry about that during High School when he seduces a girl that he might get her pregnant, but this was my mom, and she was asking me to fill her tummy with my baby; this was her lifelong desire to have four children. She wanted another baby, who was I to say no? I was just a horny teenager who couldn’t get enough sex from the woman he loved, his mother. The more I thought about it, the more turned on I was by the idea. I was rock hard again; I rolled my mom over on her back, ready to seed my sexy mother with a baby.

“Well, David I guess I know your answer”, smiling as she spread her legs and guided my throbbing cock back inside her wet pussy. “We have to make this one fast,” she giggled. “I don’t want your brother or sister coming out here looking for me and find us in the middle of sex.”

It didn’t take either of us long to climax as I pounded my cock again in her like a wild animal in heat. She came really hard within a few minutes, and I was right behind her, as I dumped my load in her hot, tight, pussy for the second time that evening, exhausted but deeply satisfied.

She quickly got up after, found her robe, and put it back on, noticing our cum running down inside her legs. She laughed, scooped it up, and put it in her mouth. That was the first time I’d ever seen my mom do anything like that. It turned me on. I quickly found my pants, dressed fast, just in case someone did wander out looking for us.

Walking back towards the house in that cool fall night, I asked, “That was a hard, fast climax mom, what brought that on?”

She put her arm around my waist and sighed, “I was thinking about you getting me pregnant and carrying our baby.” She kind of laughed, “Our love child. The thought just turned me on.”

“What made you cum so fast?” She shot back to me with a smile. “Usually we can go for a good twenty minutes before you cum, but not tonight, so tell me your reason?”

“I’m just a horny teenager, with a beautiful woman I get to make love with.” She laughed, resting her head against my shoulder. ” No mom, same as you. I was thinking about you getting pregnant, I didn’t know that would be such a turn on for me, but it sure as all hell was?”

‘David, your language! I’m still your mother and we don’t allow swearing around here. Especially in front of me.’ She was silent for a second, and said, “Besides, before I can get pregnant I have to get off the pill. I’ll stop those tonight, and there’s a good chance I may have a hard time getting pregnant, if I still can! Remember your Dad and I had a rough time just getting me pregnant with you three. I’m older now, and age tends to work against a woman. So we’ll see what happens.”

As we walked up to the backdoor, all I could think of was her reminding me not to swear. I had been screwing her almost every night and day for the past 5 months, and now she wanted to get pregnant. Yet she was more worried about me swearing? Definitely still my mother. I smiled to myself. Only a mother could remind you of something that silly and small compared to what else was going on in our lives at that very moment. I turned to her before I opened the door, looked at her in under the soft glow of the porch light. She was the most beautiful woman any man could behold. I kissed her tenderly on the lips and said, “Mom I love you. Thanks for all you do for me.”

She kissed me back, and hugged me saying, “I love you too son, thanks for being my son and especially my lover.” We looked into each other’s eyes. A million thoughts of loving feelings were expressed in that very pause before we opened the back door. We were about to take our relationship to a new level as mother and son, yet nothing felt so deep and tender between two people as it did at that moment in time.

Weeks later mom called me at work all excited and began to inform me about the upcoming weekend. Aunt Pearl was coming to get my younger brother and sister for the long weekend. It was their fall break from school, and they were getting restless being around the house so much. She had offered to take them for the next four days to give mom a break. My aunt was also under the impression my mom had a hot date that weekend with some guy from the city. That way I wouldn’t get stuck watching them on top of my chores and work. A thought my mom had planted in her sister’s mind only to create a romantic küçükçekmece escort weekend for the two of us, alone.

Then mom said over the phone, “Hey lover boy, from what I can figure, I should be fertile this weekend, ready to try and make me a mom again? That’s all I could think of! What horny 19-year-old boy wouldn’t want a weekend of sex with a gorgeous older woman, especially his mom? Plus getting her pregnant was just too much to comprehend for my young mind; I loved the idea of her carrying my baby, our baby in her.

“You bet!” I eagerly responded, “I’ll be home at six, and I’ll find someone to cover my Saturday and Monday shifts at the store.” Since starting there 5 months ago, I was able to work myself up to assistant manager, because Carl, the old assistant, had gone off to join the army. I was next in line for the promotion, and my boss happily gave it to me. I found another guy to take my two shifts, and I was planning for a long weekend of passionate sex with mom, with the hopes of creating a baby in her. I was excited to hurry and finish work so I could rush home, shower and be in bed with her.

I got home, and mom was in the tub. I hit the shower as quickly as I could hoping to beat her to the bed. But I wasn’t that lucky. By the time I dried off, combed my hair, and got ready, she was lying there on her back with a black teddy, just waiting for me. She smiled when she saw me, and opened her arms for me to join her with a wanting hug.

I climbed in next to her, she was so beautiful, a woman that to me was flawless in every way, wanting a guy like me to make love to her, to impregnate her; and to love her like no other man could love her? I was the luckiest guy in the world at that very moment, and I couldn’t wait to be in her once again.

“David,” she whispered as we hugged with her cradling me between her legs, “I’ve been looking forward to this day for a long time. I want to be a mother again.” I pulled back and stared into her deep emerald green eyes as I felt her love within them. It was like being one person for a moment, instead of two people. We were about to create a new life from our love, and that excited me as a man, and more as her son. There were no words for what I felt at that moment.

“Mom, I love you so very much, I didn’t know a bond between two people could be as strong as I’m feeling now.” I leaned down and kissed her as our tongues found each other, not wanting to ever end our kiss.

She broke the kiss after a minute, trying to catch her breath. “I’m yours, honey, treat me like your wife. Give us a child is all I ask.” Smiling with tears welling up in her eyes, this was what she really wanted; a child created by her son.

“I will mother. I will” I whispered.

She taught me over the past few months the art of foreplay. She said a woman is like a tea kettle, once you set it on a hot stove, it doesn’t mean the water is hot. It takes time and patience before the water boils. So I started doing what she had taught me on how to get her water boiling, and to me, that was half the fun; getting her worked up till she was begging me to let her steam out when I entered her.

I started with tender kisses, then light kisses on her cheeks and neck, till I played with her ear lobe and behind it with just the tip of my tongue, slow and tenderly like she always taught me. That always got her water warmed up quickly. I loved to smell her neck; that’s where she dabbed her perfume. I think it was called, ‘Charlie?’ It always drove me wild, along with herbal essence shampoo that I loved smelling when I buried my face in her hair after sex. (Even to this day those two scents still pull on my heartstrings when I smell them.)

I learned that my mother had other erogenous zones besides her breasts and clitoris; she got extremely aroused by my kissing the insides of her elbows, behind her knees, and under the tender sides of her arms. The insides her thighs always got her boiling with passion and her juices started leaking. They all added to her wanting and needing my cock in her, to release her hot body into utter satisfaction. Instead, I just took take my time… and let her come to a rolling boil, before begging me for her relief that only my cock could give her with a good hard pounding.

By the time I had my tongue working its magic on her clit, she already had two orgasms and was starting her third; she was soaking wet as I tasted her sweet nectar that flowed from within her. I couldn’t get enough of her taste; like I was addicted to this drink from her maternal fountain that was so thick, warm, and slightly sweet; a drug to my very soul. I could drink it forever, and I tried; till she pulled my head up by my hair and begged me to enter her then, and now.

I did as my mother asked. She was wet and tight and her vagina seemed to pull me in farther, never letting me go. She wrapped her legs around my back, trying to push me in still deeper, even though I was hitting the back of her vagina, she just wanted more. I just hammered my cock into her for all I had. She was cresting her third orgasm when she screamed, “CUM IN ME DAVID! GIVE MOMMY A BABY!” That was it, after 20 minutes of foreplay, and a few minutes of pounding her vagina, those words sent me over the edge, and I came with a deep growl moaning, “I’m cumming mom. I’m cumming in you.”

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Sandra’s parents, Jim and Sally, were in town for the week and were joining the two of us for dinner. They hadn’t seen Sandra and me since the wedding, so they felt overdue for a visit. Of course, in the four months since the wedding, a lot had changed about their young daughter. It was going to be an interesting night as they learned about those changes.

As much as I was responsible for these changes, Sandra was just as responsible. Or rather, her innate, base human needs were responsible. I had simply helped her unlock them. It had actually been much easier than I anticipated and she had ended up a very willing participant. It was due to her role in these changes that I decided to take a more hands-off approach during dinner.

I spent the afternoon grocery shopping and picking out some nice bottles of wine. I was planning on making some steak and asparagus, just to keep it simple. Turns out it’s somewhat hard to cook now that Sandra is her new self. Besides, who doesn’t like a good steak?

I made my way home, threw some olive oil, salt, pepper and rosemary on the steaks, fired up the stove and oven and got to work. The sizzle of the steaks cooking was loud enough to drown out sounds from other parts of the house, which was helpful. I put the steaks in the over to finish them off, added the asparagus and opened a couple bottles of wine.

The doorbell rang shortly thereafter and I walked over to the door to let Jim and Sally in. They greeted me with huge smiles.

“Derrick! So great to see you! It’s been too long!” Sally gave me a big hug. Jim reached out to shake my hand.

“Son, I’m happy we could make it. I was beginning to wonder if you’d stolen our Sandra away for good!”

I chuckled, “No, no, I wouldn’t dream of it. We kept meaning to make the trip down, but it’s been crazy since the wedding. Please, come in. Dinner is almost ready.”

My in-laws walked in and set down their jackets and purse. I walked back to the kitchen to check on the steaks. Jim followed me in, closed his eyes and took a whiff.

“Smells great! I can’t wait to eat; I’m starving.” He walked into the dining room and said, “So where’s Sandra? She wasting her time getting ready for her boring old parents?”

I grinned, “Yeah, you could say that. She’ll be down in a few. Why don’t you two take a seat and I’ll grab you some wine.”

Sally joined Jim in the dining room and they approached the table. As they did, they both paused at the seat right in the middle. They looked down, cocking their heads, uncertain what it was. As they continued to stare, Sally began to get a bit flush in the cheeks.

“Umm, what is this, Derrick?”

I glanced over my shoulder and said, “Oh, it’s Sandra’s. She can explain it to you when she comes down. It’s just a piece of furniture.

Of course, it was NOT just a piece of furniture. Rather than a chair, there was a stool, on top of which was a device that looked like a bit like a saddle. On top of the saddle was a rubber protrusion, about seven inches long and five inches around, tapered off at the top. In front, there was a small patch of rubber that was textured, with a bunch of small bead-like structures. Hanging from a little hook was what looked like a control pad with dials. In other words, it was a sybian.

There was no way they would know that, although it seemed Sally had some idea what it was for. Shaking her head in slight confusion, she finally made her way to her seat. Jim took his seat, too, and I dropped off the glasses of wine.

I took the steaks out and plated them with the asparagus. I brought the four plates over and set them on the table, including one in front of Sandra’s “seat.” I then proceeded to cut up the steak and vegetable into bite-size pieces. Jim looked at me quizzically.

“Well now that’s funny. Such a doting husband, cutting up her food for her! But I must say, that is odd for such a nice piece of meat.”

I smiled at the last line. “Yes, it truly is a nice piece of meat.”

I then took my seat, picked up a small bell and rang it. “Sandra should be right down, now.”

Jim and Sally were now totally confused and exchanged glances that said they knew something was up. I dug into my steak, waiting for the show to begin.

Soon we heard footsteps coming down the stairs, rather slowly. Once they reached the bottom, they continued through the foyer, into the kitchen and finally into the dining room.

To say Jim and Sally were stunned would be an understatement.

Standing in front of them was their 23 year old daughter, her dark brown hair falling in curls down her shoulders and over her chest, ending just above her very exposed breasts. It wasn’t that she wasn’t wearing anything; on the contrary, she had on a quarter-cup bra, which covered only the underside of her breasts, pushing them up perfectly, yet leaving her very pink and very erect nipples to point out proudly towards her mother and father.

The face framed by those curls was in heavy makeup, something you would see at a göztepe escort nightclub or popular lounge. There was a light sheen of sweat and you could tell she was slightly out of breath. Her eyes were somewhat cast downward, even though the rest of her body language exuded confidence.

Below, she had on a garter belt and stockings, though it was quickly obvious she was wearing no panties. Her vagina and pubic area was completely shaven, with more than a light sheen of sweat covering the skin. In fact, as she stood there, Derrick saw a drop of her juices dangling between her pussy lips and connecting to her right thigh. Below that, there was a trail of juices that had run down her leg. Her arousal was not only visible, but Derrick could smell her musky womanhood as well.

And of course, she was standing in 4-inch heels, adding definition to her calves and forcing her ass to stick out an extra inch or two.

As Sandra walked into the room, she greeted her parents in a slightly husky voice, “Hi Mom, Dad. Glad you two could make it.”

Jim stammered, looking at Sally, me, Sandra, and back to Sally. You could tell he didn’t want to look at his daughter in this way, but it was also hard for him not to.

“What, what…what the hell is this? Sandra! Why the hell are you naked?”

Sandra looked down again, almost ashamed, and replied, “Dad, don’t worry. It’s ok. I don’t really like wearing many clothes anymore. Not unless they show off my body.”

Jim opened his mouth to speak again, but went silent as Sandra approached her seat. He was rendered speechless as his lithe, young, naked daughter walked in front of the device and bent over. Her tits spilled even further out of her bra, hanging freely below her. She spread her legs apart and reached between them with her right arm, grabbing the protrusion by its base and aiming it towards her body.

Jim and Sally both just sat there, mouths agape as their daughter proceeded to squat down over the seat, placing what was now obviously a dildo at the entrance to her pussy. She inserted the head and ever so slowly began to push her body back against it.

As the first bit of the rubber penis entered her, she let out a low moan, closing her eyes, lifting her head up and opening her mouth. She continued her descent down until about half of the dildo was inside her.

“Fuck, that’s good. I feel so stretched. I’m glad I stayed away from the monsters earlier today.”

Sally choked out, “Mmmmmonsters?”

Sandra opened her eyes. “Why yes, mother. My monster cock toys. If I had played with those today, this wouldn’t feel so fucking good.”

She closed her eyes once more, lifted herself about one inch off of the dildo and then lowered herself again, this time taking all but the last inch.

“Unngggggghh!” She was starting to pant. “Fuck! I love how it gets wider at the bottom! It feels like I’m going to tear my pussy apart.”

Jim was shifting in his chair uncomfortably; with what I’m certain was the biggest hard-on of his life. Sally couldn’t take her eyes off her daughter’s stretched vagina.

I kept eating. I didn’t want the steak to get cold.

Sandra lifted up once more, letting almost all of the fake dick slide out of her. Under the light, the rubber material was glistening with her lubrication. She then pushed back with one sudden movement and took the entire thing all at once.

“Gaaaaawd! Oh fuck! Yes. So big. So big.” She just panted for a few seconds, then looked over to me with lust in her eyes. “Fucker, it feels so good. It’s pressing right up against my butt plug. I can feel them touching each other through my body. Oh God…”

Her parents had no idea that her ass was filled with a fairly substantial butt plug, but then again, she hadn’t exactly shared that with them.

She reached down to the control pad and turned a couple of dials on. Suddenly there was a low hum in the room as well as the sound of a gear grinding.

I asked my wife, “Are you ready to eat?” She nodded silently.

Jim stood up. Finally realizing what he was witnessing, he appeared to have had enough. “What?!?! This is ridiculous! She can’t eat like this! Honey, what on Earth are you doing? I still don’t understand why you’re naked and why you’re sitting on that, that, THING with some sort of “butt plug” in you as well. What the hell is going on here?”

Sandra looked ashamed again, though that only seemed to fuel her arousal. “Daddy, sit down. It’s fine. This is how I eat now. I’ve never felt more alive in my life, so can you please just sit down and eat with us?”

Jim looked on in astonishment, unable to believe what he was seeing. Sally, still surprised at what her daughter had just put inside herself, patted Jim on the arm. “Jim, this is no doubt unusual and perverted, but she is still our daughter. Let’s let her eat however she wants and we’ll talk about this after.”

Jim just shook his head. I stood up and approached Sandra, reaching into çorlu escort my pockets. I pulled out a pair of handcuffs and pulled her arms behind her. I locked the cuffs so she was unable to use her hands. Jim’s eye’s widened even further.

“Now you just wait a minute here. I won’t let you degrade my daughter like this.” He started to walk over to me, when Sandra spoke up.

“Daddy, he isn’t degrading me. He has freed me. I want all of this. I want a cock inside me as often as possible. I want my body exposed. I want it punished. I want to be humiliated. I was the entire world to watch me cum again and again and again.”

She looked up at me. “Finish the preparation, please.”

I grinned at Jim, who was slinking back to his chair, finally settling into it. I took out two metal clamps and attached each one to Sandra’s protruding nipples.

“Aaaaahh. Ahhhh. Ouch. Ouch. Oooh. God. Uggghhhh.”

Finally, I connected the two by a chain and added a small weight to the center of the chain, which pulled her nipples down and inside. As she moaned, the weight swayed back and forth, making her pain even greater.

I went back to my seat and resumed my meal. Sandra, confined by the handcuffs, leaned forward to grab a bite of steak with her mouth. She had to lift up a bit, causing the rotating dildo to slide out an inch or so. Her movement also put more of the weight on the chain, tugging at her nipples.

She sat back down and moaned, chewing on her dinner. She was grinding her hips very slowly, making sure the small beads in front of her were making contact with her clit.

She was the picture of unadulterated lust and she was loving it. With each bite, she’d enjoy the feeling of being penetrated once more, not to mention the stress on her tits. One bite after another, she’d move up and down, back and forth. Her moans were getting louder and she was beginning to pant quite heavily.

Meanwhile, her parents were trying to eat, though it was hard for them to focus. They had taken only a few bites, though both glasses of wine were empty.

About five minutes into the meal, Sandra took a pause from eating. She was looking downward, focused. She was really grinding her hips against the sybian now and the base flaps of the dildo and pad were making smacking sounds due to how wet she’d gotten them.

She suddenly stopped grinding and lifted her head up. Her eyes were still closed, but her back was arched and it appeared that she was trying to push down even further on that thick cock.

Finally, she spoke. Pleading, begging. “Mom, Dad. Please watch me come. Please watch your sluttly, cock-hungry daughter come. Watch this chain swing from my tits, pulling my nipples out further each time. Watch my pussy cum all over this machine. Watch my face contort in ecstasy as it twirls around inside of me. Please, Mommy. Daddy. Watch. Me. Cum.”

And then she came.

Sandra threw her head back and let out a very deep, long, moan. It slowly grew in volume and intensity. Only her short breaths interrupted the sound of that moan. As it rose in pitch, it started to sound more like a scream.

Her back was as arched as she could make it, her tits jutting out proudly from her chest, the chain swinging wildly. Her scream became louder and finally reached a climax. She shouted out, “OH. GOD. YES! IT FEELS SO FCKING GOOD!” Her hips started thrusting back and forth in little short bursts, and each time her clit made contact with the little beads up front, she’d squeal.

Meanwhile, as she was coming, fluid was pouring out around the dildo, sopping the sybian, the stool and the floor. It was almost like she had a hose inside of her that was draining water out of her pussy.

Jim and Sally just sat there silently, watching their daughter come like a little slut. Both of their faces were red and flushed. Sally seemed to be breathing a little harder and Jim was doing everything he could not to reach down and touch himself through his pants.

I finished up my steak and poured another glass of wine.

When Sandra finally calmed down, she slumped forward, her head and her tits swaying back and forth. Her breathing had slowed, though she was still laboring a bit.

I knew she needed a minute, so I decided to fill in the in-laws with what had taken place in the months since the wedding.

“Jim, Sally, I know you’re surprised by what you’ve just seen, but trust me, this is all done of her free will. Prior to the wedding, the sex had always been great, but it wasn’t until the honeymoon that we realized her potential. We didn’t leave the hotel room much, other than to go to a local sex shop and buy new toys and clothes. We explored our sexuality for those two weeks and in the process unleashed the sexual beast that is your daughter. I must say, I was a bit surprised.”

Jim looked at me with doubt on his face. “You mean you brainwashed her. You turned her into a whore. You did something to my sweet daughter that has turned ümraniye escort her into…into…this! I can’t begin to believe she wanted any part of this!”

I started to reply, but Sandra, who had rejoined the conversation, interjected. “Daddy, you can believe what you want to, but this is who I am now. I never had any idea this was in me, but now that it’s been let loose, it can’ t be bottled up again. Something awakened in me during the honeymoon and now all I can think about is being filled with cock or having my body stimulated in some way.”

She turned to her mother. “Mom, it truly is wonderful. I feel like my body is on fire all the time. Even now, sitting here naked, in front of you two, impaled on a large rubber cock, having just come, it humiliates me and shames me. But that shame just turns me on more. To have my own parents see what a slut I am, there’s no way to describe it.”

A little grin crossed her face. “You should try it sometime.”

Sally stammered. “Oh heavens no! I could never…I mean, I would never…I just….” She looked at her husband, who was now shocked at his own wife’s hesitation. She finally found her resolve. “No! I would never degrade myself this way! It’s just not right!”

She stood up and looked at her husband. “Jim, I think we should go. I’ve had enough for one night.” As Jim stood, Sally looked at me. “Thank you for dinner, but I cannot thank you for what you’ve done. We need to talk about this further, you know. But only when Sandra can dress decently and not behave in such a way.”

Sandra stood up and said, “But Mom, you’re going to miss dessert.” As she stood, there was a loud plop when the dildo fell out of her sopping pussy. She moved to the side of the sybian and bent over, with her ass facing me. She lowered her head down and took the dildo into her mouth, savoring her own cum. Once she had taken the entire thing, I got out of my chair and moved behind her.

Jim and Sally had started to say they didn’t want dessert, but were once again captivated by the show their daughter was putting on. So they just stood there, dumbfounded.

I reached over to Sandra’s ass and grabbed the base of the butt plug. I started to pull it out, which caused Sandra to moan around the cock in her mouth. As I pulled, her anus began to stretch open, though there was plenty of resistance to keep the object inside.

Applying more pressure, the large, rounded plug began to appear, stretching her even wider. I looked over at Jim and Sally and said, “You really should see this. Your daughter has quite the ass.”

They shot me a quick look of disgust, temporarily shaken from their revere. The plug finally slid out of her ass and I set it down on the table. I then proceeded to undo my belt, unbutton my pants and pull down my zipper. I released my cock from the confines of my pants and moved closer behind Sandra.

Jim’s eyes went wide again. “No….no….you can’t……”

I smiled as I placed the tip of my cock at the entrance to her rectum, grabbed her hips and pushed forward.

Sandra’s moan was audible as my cock entered her. Thanks to the butt plug and all of her natural lubrication, I slid in to the hilt on the first stroke. Not wasting any time, I started to pump away violently. I knew how she liked it and I didn’t give a damn if her parents were uncomfortable.

I started smacking her ass as I pounded my tiny wife. Jim half fell back into his seat. Sally remained motionless as the sound of my hips smacking into their daughter’s ass filled the room.

I normally have very good control, but the scene that had unfolded before me had left me very aroused and dripping precum. I knew that given the current situation (me fucking my slutty wife in front of her parents), I wasn’t going to last long.

I grabbed Sandra’s hips even tighter and really gave it my full effort. I was grunting as I thrusted, breaking a sweat and feeling my balls getting ready to dump their load. Sandra was also grunting, but mostly because she was enjoying the feeling of my throbbing dick penetrating her ass over and over again.

Finally, with one last powerful thrust, I emptied myself into my wife’s ass. Spurt after spurt shot deep into her colon, filling her. It was hot and it was a lot.

Sandra, feeling load upon load enter into her, came once more, though not as forcefully as before.

Once I was sure that every drop of my cum was inside of her, I pulled my cock out of her ass and stood there waiting. Sandra pulled her mouth off of the dildo and grabbed a dessert plate from the table with her mouth. She placed the plate on the floor and turned around to face me. She slowly squatted over the plate, lowering herself until my manhood was in front of her face.

Realizing what was about to happen, Jim stood up again and walked around the table. “Baby, no! You can’t put that in your mouth! It was just in your…in your….it was in your butt!”

She gave her father a quick smile and said, “I know, Daddy. Isn’t it awful? I’m such a slut that I’m willing to suck my own filth off of my husband’s dick. Well, anyone’s dick, really. Even yours, Daddy, if you want me too”

Jim turned bright red as his jaw dropped and it might have been my imagination, but I could have sworn I saw his cock twitch in his pants at the mention of his daughter letting him fuck her in the ass.

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[This story is set in Paragon City, taken from the former MMO game City of Heroes. All place names, hero names and registered trademarks belong to their rightful legal owners and are not intended as copyright infringement in any way. This work is purely meant as a piece of entertainment, and not for commercial purposes in any way, shape or form.]

[The precursor to this series is entitled “Mom the Superheroine”.]

[Though there are incestuous elements between a mother and her consenting adult daughter here, this story is really about the personal journey of two superheroines.]

*****

There they stood, like a diorama, illustrating age-old truths – the thrill of victory, the agony of defeat.

Vicky was on her knees, her legs splayed out, her head bowed. Her trembling upraised arms were bending, as if she were a female Atlas no longer able to bear the weight of the skies.

And Cindy – proud, strong Cindy – stood above, teeth bared in a grimace of effort, sweat pouring from every pore, as she pushed down upon Vicky’s hands. It was her arms, her body, that was generating that immense power necessary to keep Vicky down.

She had never seen her daughter so fired up – not against Elena, nor the Supa-Troll. Of course, against Elena, Cindy had been fighting through unimaginable agony to win a match she simply had to win, with unthinkable consequences should she have lost – yet somehow this was a different Cindy that had been brought out.

That was a grin playing on Cindy’s features – Barbara was sure of it. It was a grin that spoke of the pleasure of dominance: the sheer thrill of feeling one’s strength overcome another’s, slowly and sensually… of seeing the agony on your opponent’s face, agony that you knew you had put there… of seeing the unspoken submission in an all-but-defeated opponent’s eyes, acknowledging your physical superiority…

Cindy hadn’t gotten that from her, she knew – Barbara could conceive of such urges and feelings, but they were quite alien to her nature. It wasn’t quite the sadism of Valerie and Elena, either…

… it had come from Vicky.

It was the will to win of Conqueress, a woman who knew just how much stronger she was than others around her, and reveled in the awareness. It was the drive to achieve victory without reservation, but it didn’t tip over into frenzy… like Barbara had done when she’d defeated Valerie at long last. She could still remember it sometimes, the way she had felt when she had seen Valerie’s hated face beneath her, in between her legs… and how good it had felt to close her fingers around Valerie’s neck…

But no… that was not her. And Vicky’s ruthlessness was not berserk fury, yet it undoubtedly was part of what made her so very strong.

Barbara worried sometimes that Cindy had picked up too much of her own softness – and yes, she knew she was soft, inside, she’d always had a marshmallow core – and she had hoped Michelle would impart a little worldly toughness. Now, as she saw Cindy gleefully – gleefully! – pressing Vicky’s hands down all the way to her shoulders, she realized she had this to be grateful to her Praetorian daughter for.

“Submit… bitch,” Cindy said, smirking.

She had never known her daughter to use epithets like that. The way she’d just said it, however… it was not without its appeal. Whenever they’d roleplayed this way, Cindy had invariably dissolved into giggles after a few minutes – she couldn’t keep up the pretense of dominating her mother and calling her mean names. Now Cindy was leaning fully into it, and Barbara discovered with a small frisson of shock that she was loving every moment of it.

Vicky looked up at her, her face a contorted rictus of disbelief and rage. She snarled and her whole body bunched up as she attempted to power her body upright… but Cindy hunched over, leaned in and matched her strength. The cords of her trapezius muscles bunched up like steel cables. The ridges of her triceps were miniature mountain ranges.

Vicky’s knees lifted only an inch or so off the floor… and, by the by, went down again. She slumped, her still shaking hands pressed against her own shoulders, and finally looked down and whispered the words of submission.

And Cindy released Vicky’s hands, slowly took hold of Vicky’s chin, tilted the face of her twin upwards… and swiftly gave it a stinging slap, causing Vicky to gasp and fall over on one side, putting her hands out for balance.

Then Cindy lifted her foot and planted it squarely on Vicky’s hips. Looking her mother straight in the eyes, Cindy drew herself up to her full height, raised her arms, and pulled them down into the biggest double-biceps flex Barbara had ever seen.

Almost as though she were in a trance, Barbara stepped forward, and reached out to caress Cindy’s quivering, veined biceps. Cindy’s smile became tremulous, and she gave a small gasp when Barbara’s fingers made contact.

Her eyes shone, as if to say – and from deep familiarity Barbara knew that Cindy was indeed thinking it tuzla escort – “Feel these muscles – the winner’s muscles! Feel how strong they are, for you!”

They stood like that for some time – Vicky reclining on her side, looking up while Cindy kept her foot planted just above her hip; Cindy holding her flex, like a living stature of victory, and moaning softly while Barbara’s hands wandered all over her body; Barbara’s fingers kneading the rock-hard mounds of Cindy’s arms and shoulders, stroking the gentle curves of Cindy’s lower breasts, tracing the lines on her sculpted abdominal slabs, probing the moist fleshy cleft of Cindy’s wet pussy…

It was surreal, for Barbara – there she was, proud beautiful Cindy, but Vicky’s posture of abject defeat tugged at some very specific heartstrings. After all, they looked practically the same…

Finally, Cindy lifted her foot off Vicky and stepped into a tight full-body embrace with her mother. Behind her, Vicky slowly rose to her feet. Barbara found herself gazing at this amazing young woman, who was now looking back at her with such longing in her clear eyes… her daughter from another world who had come into their lives, and had just skirted the edges of being an interloper…

Her Cindy had grown, yet again, and become still stronger, thanks to her battle sister. The Praetorian had brought out the will to win, the drive, that lay within Cindy, not fully unlocked until now. She could feel it, somehow, in Cindy’s embrace – there was now something she couldn’t define with words, something within her that was making her crushing embrace even stronger in some way, some steel that now lay beneath the surface of Cindy’s spirit. She had tasted what it was to crush a determined opponent who could match her strength for strength, what it was to wring the worthy words of submission from such a one…

Then she gasped and squealed, like a little girl, as Cindy suddenly released the hug and swept Barbara up in her arms like a little girl, bearing the larger woman’s weight with seemingly effortless ease, and carried her off to their bedroom, while they kissed with furious passion…

**

Vicky dressed herself slowly. As she pulled on her elbow gloves, she fancied she could hear their lovemaking – the walls were fully soundproof and bunker-thick, of course, but still, it was as if she was there with them, seeing their writhing limbs entwined, hearing the throaty moans of pleasure from their lips…

She had been winning! She had been dominating all the way. She could feel in her bones and her muscles that she was the stronger… and of course, Barbara’s delectable breast milk had helped…

But at the last, as they stood face to face, toe to toe, chest to chest, and matched muscle against muscle… something in her had given way to whatever was in her rival.

The Conqueress had been conquered, this day.

But if that had to happen… it was just as well that Cindy, her Primal twin, would be the one to do it.

She again experienced the welter of emotions she always did, when she thought of her Primal counterpart. As far as the multi-versal joke about “fight or fuck” went, well… to Vicky’s mind, the answer had always been, as the popular saying went, “why not both?” And in any order, too, or simultaneously, it didn’t matter.

As she sat down to pull on her boots, she found that she was glad. There was an ache in her heart, yes, but she was also suffused with gladness.

Cindy was up to it, she knew that now. She had seen and felt it for herself, in Cindy’s blazing eyes, in that little smirk of cruel delight that had pulled at Cindy’s lips when she gazed down upon the losing Vicky, in the stinging pain of that last domineering slap.

Her mother, in this world, would not only be a strong, powerful metahuman… but also be protected by someone she could acknowledge fully as her equal. No version of her, in any universe, should be a weak milksop, a cookie with a crumbly center, a pliant submissive victim! Cindy had shown, at last, that she was none of these things.

She did not begrudge Cindy this victory, not one bit… but still, winning would have been wonderful. Taking Barbara, right in front of Cindy’s eyes, would have been such a thrill. The thought made her a little wistful.

Her pussy was sore with need, by now, especially when she closed her eyes and thought about pressing it to Barbara’s. She hadn’t pulled on the bottom piece of her suit yet. Well, she would not be disturbed for a while yet, she suspected. She lay back on the bench, and spread her legs.

Her wristband beeped, on that hidden frequency only she could hear.

She glowered at it, then sat up, flipped a panel, and pressed a button.

“What is it?”

“Conqueress, it’s quite a pleasure to hear your voice again, quite a pleasure. I trust your interactions with your doppelganger proceed according to your wishes?”

“Not accurate, Mr. G. She’s not a doppelganger. She is her own pendik escort person.”

“Ah, are those overtones of sisterly love I hear? Very touching, indeed, very touching. I am very pleased to know you are enjoying the company of your counterpart, very pleased. Will this entail a change of, mmm, plans, Conqueress?”

The silence stretched to a few moments – with Mr. G, Vicky knew, every second was like an eloquent eternity. The question had caught her off-guard.

Finally, knowing she had already given away far more of her thoughts than she’d intended with those few silent seconds, she said, “No. Give me an update.”

“Very well, Conqueress, I am happy to be of service, as always. Everything is going according to plan. The Syndicate has become stretched sufficiently thin that they no longer have time to focus their vengeance on you. It has been quite difficult to achieve this, quite difficult. Wu Yin’s hatred for you runs very deep, Conqueress, very deep. But for now, the Syndicate is occupied with other matters. It is an appropriate time for your return, yes, an appropriate time.”

“Alright. Commence preparations. I will return within the hour.”

“Understood, Conqueress. Before you go… I trust your… other task has been completed?”

“It was accomplished within the first two days. I had no trouble. Was there ever any doubt?”

“None whatsoever, Conqueress, none whatsoever.”

She flicked the panel shut, terminating the transdimensional conduit.

It was time for her to go.

**

Cindy lay in the crook of her beloved mother’s arm, mind drifting away on clouds of bliss.

Orgasm after shattering orgasm later, even their prodigious endurance had been temporarily exhausted. Their sheets, too, were soaked through, with sweat and their other bodily secretions.

She had indulged herself with wild abandon, as she never had before. No victory had ever tasted so sweet – not even her very first one, over Elena! That one had been special – the first time always was, after all – but it had been a little tainted by the ungodly amount of pain she had been in.

This one was the first one she could fully enjoy, as the clearly dominant winner!

She had grown stronger than ever – she could feel it. She knew it. She snuggled up against her drowsy mother, and nibbled lightly at an engorged pink nipple – the source of her strength, her strong sexy mother. She was mighty because she lapped daily from the fountain of Barbara, the fountain of womanly strength.

But as they lay in post-coital bliss, mother and daughter in each other’s arms, she realized that another thing had made her stronger than before.

Vicky, the Conqueress, had brought out her spirit in an unprecedented way. It was… such tremendous fun, to have an archrival, and to go up against one’s archrival uncertain about the outcome. Sexy stakes added to the intensity, but the true thrill was there regardless – to face an equal, woman to woman, and see who was better!

Cindy grinned again as she conjured up that sweet mental image of proud, arrogant Vicky on her knees, grunting her submission. She licked her lips – the insides of her mouth were coated with a heady cocktail of Barbara’s love juices, saliva, milk and sweat. It would be nice, she thought, to add Vicky’s taste to the mix.

She wasn’t selfish… she could share. With her battle sister, it wouldn’t be a hardship.

Just as she was drifting off into slumber, though, she felt the rumbling – and so did Barbara. Her mother opened her eyes, blinking quizzically, and then sat up in alarm.

“Cindy… isn’t that… the portal room generator?”

“You’re right, Mom!” Cindy gasped.

They wasted no time. Cindy experienced a sense of déjà vu as, once again, mother and daughter raced through the hallway of their home base towards the portal room, just like the first time, except that this time both of them were unclothed, not just Barbara.

Vicky was there, standing at the control panel, while the portal that was supposed to be defunct had opened up and was a swirling maelstrom of strange crackling energy!

“Vicky!” Cindy cried out.

Her twin’s head snapped up at the sound. Vicky’s mouth opened into an “O” of dismay, and quickly she turned back to the control panel, pushing on some buttons and pulling on a large lever.

In one bound, Barbara and Cindy leaped down onto the portal room floor from the upper gallery, just as the portal’s energies began to flicker and fade. In an instant, they were at Vicky’s side.

Vicky looked uncharacteristically flustered. “Mother! Cindy! Um… what are you doing here?”

“What’re you talking about? We live here! What’re you doing?” Cindy yelled. She was upset and confused. “I thought you said this portal wasn’t working, and that you couldn’t get back! What’s happening here? Were you leaving?”

Barbara stretched out a hand and laid it on Vicky’s shoulder, and rather more solicitously asked, maltepe escort “What’s the matter, Vicky? Please, tell us what’s going on – I hope you weren’t really planning to leave like this without saying goodbye! We’re family!”

Vicky looked down. “I thought you both would be… otherwise occupied,” she mumbled. “I received an urgent summons to return. I didn’t want to… interrupt.”

For some long moments, no one spoke. Then Cindy found her voice and said, “You… you knew how to get back all along, didn’t you? You weren’t stuck here, like you said?”

She hoped she wasn’t sounding too accusatory. It didn’t seem to matter that much that Vicky had not been on the level – she was aware that Vicky had been actually about to leave. This awareness was gaining in urgency, and starting to occupy the forefront of her thoughts.

Vicky sighed. She reached out, and placed her hands lightly on their waists. “I’m sorry… Mother… sister,” she said, turning from one to the other. “Cindy’s right. I’m afraid I haven’t been entirely honest.

“I did come here with a specific task to finish, and I did so with expedience, just a while after I arrived. But there were other reasons that made it necessary for me to take an extended vacation here. Now, the time has come for me to go back. And yes… I could’ve done this at any time. But I didn’t want to… because I liked it here, because of the both of you.

“I didn’t want to tell you… because frankly, the details wouldn’t have endeared you to me. I have a career to advance, in Praetoria, and sometimes I have to do things you both would consider… ugly. I’ve come to feel this more keenly, especially after today.

“Cindy, I envy you, for so many reasons. You have our mother, strong and powerful, the most wonderfully loving woman in the world, as you know. And you were right – as you proved just now, she has made you stronger in every way. You are a worthy protector of our mother, Cindy.

“You’ve both made me feel so good here, in a way I’ve never felt before. Here in your world, you walk a noble path, a bright path. I’ve seen the kind of respect and adoration you command. The people love you for a reason, and you showed me what that reason is.

“It felt good to share this with you, even for just a little bit… even if I messed it up at the end. But now I’m going back to my world, where things aren’t as perfect as I made them out to be. Our very existence is threatened from within and without, and to protect my city, my world, my people… I’m going to have to do things my way, not yours. I know you wouldn’t approve, Mother… nor you, sister… but I have no alternative.

“Now I really should be getting back. I’m sorry I tried to leave without saying my farewells.” Her lips quirked. “I doubt you would have appreciated me barging in on your victory lovemaking, anyway.”

Cindy leaned forward and wrapped her arms around her interdimensional twin, who hesitantly returned the embrace after a while. “But what about our rematch?” she said in a small voice, into Vicky’s ear. “You can’t leave without another try at beating me.”

“You won, fair and square. Mother is yours, as we agreed.”

“But I would’ve wanted to share. You know I would. You know Mom would’ve loved it, right, Mom?”

“Yes, my darling.”

They hugged tightly together, all three of them.

“It has been wonderful, having a mother to love once again,” Vicky said, thickly. “And it has been such a joy, Cindy, to match myself against you. We will meet again, Cindy… but under drastically different circumstances, I think.”

Cindy drew back a little, wondering at the tone of dark foreboding that had entered Vicky’s voice. “What… what do you mean?”

“The next time we meet,” Vicky said, “may be as bitter foes. A storm is brewing. Our worlds are not at peace, as you may or may not be aware. You must get yourselves ready, Mother, sister!” She gripped their hands tightly in hers. “Mother, you must stay strong, and you must be careful. Cindy… promise me, you will do all you can to protect our mother! Promise me!”

Hesitantly, Cindy asked, “Do you mean to say… the next time we see you, it may be as part of an invading army? Will we… have to fight you, for real?”

To her surprise, Vicky laughed. “I do hope your mentor, that Michelle White, brings you up to speed soon, my dear sister! I think it is highly likely we will indeed face each other again… but it will be on my world, not yours; your world is carrying out the invasion, not mine!”

“If that’s true, why would we want to be a part of that?” Barbara exclaimed, shaking her head. Cindy echoed the sentiment vigorously. “I won’t have any part of an act of aggression like that,” Barbara continued firmly, “let alone anything that would pit us against you, Vicky dear!”

Vicky sighed, and smiled ruefully. “You may both feel this way for now,” she said, “but… storms have a way of sweeping things up in their path and smashing them to pieces. And I promise you, there is a storm coming, and both of you will probably have to play a part in it, and that part may very well involve Cindy facing me in a fight. I would never raise a hand against you, Mother… but Cindy and I could do it, as she well knows. It is your sense of duty and heroism that vastly increases the likelihood. You’ll just have to take my word on this one.

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After a long day I was in bed early, around 11pm or so, and asleep in minutes. I woke to shuffling sounds in the dark of my room, listened for a second and heard the familiar scuffing of her feet. The sound stopped after a few more steps and I could hear her standing there in the dark taking delicate little breaths.

My stepdaughter Daphne was a tiny little thing, all of five foot nothing and light as half a feather, not even a full month had passed since her 18th birthday. She was quite proportional to her height, she was very lean but didn’t look unhealthily skinny. Her legs were shapely and nicely toned from her long hours of hiking in the woods in the summer and skiing in the winter. The legs culminated in a wonderfully round, tight little ass…a perfect little upside down heart that was so firm it hardly jiggled when she ran around in her bikini.

Her little titties were not quite a handful but were topped with small, bright rosy pink areola and long, fat nipples…close to an inch long and half an inch wide…that seemed perpetually hard. This was something I had, of course, never noticed before because she had apparently felt the need to always be very covered up. Once she turned 18, however, I had definitely noticed! She not only took to not caring if her sweet little nipples poked out through her tops, she took to intentionally wearing somewhat shear white tops so not only would her perky nubs be obvious, the rosy color was as well. I think she quickly learned to enjoy the fact that her very pronounced buds were every bit as much eye-magnets as the much larger breasts of some of her friends.

And her face, the face an angel. Full pouty lips so dark red as to not even need lipstick, the cutest little button nose and large emerald green eyes and just the faintest sprinkling of freckles across her cheeks, and long, naturally wavy deep red hair completed the angelic picture. She looked very much like her mother, but I didn’t hold that against her. I really suppose I shouldn’t have been as acutely aware of all these details as I was but, well, I was.

“Daph,” I said softly into the dark, “what’s up, baby?”

“Can I,” she paused and took a deeper breath, “can I get in bed with you?”

It wasn’t unusual over the years for Daphne to want to climb in bed if it was cold or she had a bad dream or just couldn’t sleep. It started long before her mother left and had continued after she had. I had supposed it was innocent enough and never thought anything of it. I pulled back the covers on the other side of the bed and told her to climb on in. I lay on my side and as she snuggled in to my back I could feel a lot of skin. She normally wore baggy T-shirts and boys boxer shorts to bed but now against my bare back, arms and legs all I could feel was a little bit of silky fabric and soft skin every bit as silken. I could feel her stiff nipples digging into my back and she bent her legs to match the curve of mine and nestled them right up against me. And there was the way she smelled…of wildflowers and sweet musk, a scent that was quite honestly all hers. It was not her perfume or shampoo, it was 100% her natural scent. Her skin against mine, the intoxicating smell of her and then the dainty arm she wrapped over my side, the tiny hand laying near my bellybutton…my dick started to swell in spite of my lack of carnal intentions.

I cleared my throat to be sure she was awake, “Daph, aren’t you getting a little old for this?” She didn’t respond and for a moment I thought maybe she’d drifted to sleep already, until her delicate little fingers started playing with the light hairs beneath my bellybutton. maltepe escort My cock quickly sprang to full attention. “D-Daphne! What are you doing?”

“Maybe I’m finally old ENOUGH,” she said huskily as her hand slid down inside the elastic of my underwear, her fingertips grazing the top of my pubic bush just inches from my suddenly throbbing member. “I’ve wanted this for a long time.”

In a sudden motion I slid up in the bed and little and stretched over to turn on the bedside lamp. Not wanting to miss her opportunity her hand shot down into my underwear and her soft little fingers wrapped around my shaft, as far as they could anyway. It all happened so fast, the light was on and her hand was on me, already lightly stroking my dick before I’d even had time to register it all. Four minutes before, I’d been fast asleep, now I was half sitting up in bed, the light on, with little Daphne starting to jerk me off. I could find no words, my brain was barely functioning, I tried to gently but firmly push her away but she wasn’t having it. Without letting go of my dick she managed to throw the covers back and get on top of me, straddling my legs with her face hovering above the tent in my underwear. She locked eyes with me and I was drawn into those large pools of emerald green and trapped there. Still looking deep into my eyes she lowered her gorgeous little mouth onto the underside of my shaft, the moist heat of her breath filtering through the fabric of my shorts engulfed me. I was floating inside a cloud of passion. Lowering her head further between my thighs and pulling the material to the side she delicately sucked one of my huge balls into her tiny mouth then the other, she licked and sucked them as she stroked my dick and she almost had me. I was almost hers without question. But some distant part of my mind came screaming back at me and I jumped out of the bed.

“Daphne Jane! What the fuck are you doing?!?” I didn’t even noticed at first that as I had jumped up she had held tight to my underwear and ripped them completely off me. I was standing there completely naked, my rock hard cock pointing straight at her, a little dollop of pre-cum welling up at the tip. “We… We can’t do this, Daph! What makes you think I–“

“For the past three years I’ve paraded around in bikinis, ‘accidentally’ walked in on you in the shower, ‘accidentally’ left my door open when I was changing, brushed up against you in the kitchen, bent over in front of the TV while you were looking…and not once did you try anything.” She smiled, took a breath and stood up from the bed, for the first time I noticed what she was wearing. It was a delicate little babydoll and little matching panties, deep green to match her eyes and perfectly see-thru between the decorative swirls of intricate lace. “And I know why that was,” she continued after taking another step, “because you’re a GOOD man and the thought never even entered your mind. But now I’m old enough, there’s no reason to deny ourselves any longer.”

I wanted nothing more than to run out that bedroom door and lock myself away…except maybe to wrap her up in my arms, bury my cock deep inside her and suck those amazing nipples into my mouth. I was frozen as she took another step closer and stood right in front of me. Her tiny hands reached up and began rubbing over my hairy chest. She pinched my nipples and stepped closer, right up against me so that my cock was between us, pressed flat up against her stomach. She rubbed the silk of her lingerie up and down the underside of my rigid tool. I wanted to reach out, to embrace manavgat escort her, but still I resisted. Clinging to me she slid down, rubbing her tummy then little tits then finally soft cheek against my dick. She was on her knees before me, tiny and vulnerable, slowly stroking my cock with both of her soft little hands and looking up at me. Her huge green eyes implored me accept her offering, her full little lips pouted. Somehow she managed to look innocent in spite of her position and ongoing actions.

” I want this…there’s nothing to stop us anymore. I love you and I want you, I want you to be the first man to have ALL of me.” Still locked on my gaze, she stuck out her little tongue and slowly licked from the base the base of my cock, up the bottom of the shaft and up to the tip where she licked off a healthy glob of drooling pre-cum. She smacked her lips as she tasted it. She opened her mouth wider, my heart quickened at the thought she was about to wrap her wet mouth around my very eager dick. Then she stopped and her expression changed, the innocence was tinged with genuine sadness that I wasn’t responding the way she’d hoped. “Please? Please fuck me…DADDY.”

My hand shot out, my fingers entwined themselves in her auburn hair and gently pulled her little mouth onto my cock. She was so little she had to open her mouth as far as she could just to get it around me and I wasn’t able to go very deep at all before the fat head of my member was bumping the back of her throat. She coughed and I pulled back just enough to keep her from choking. I had no idea how much experience she had up to that point but clearly she’d not yet learned to deepthroat, a skill a teeny little sex kitten like her would have to learn if she hoped to have many men with above average cocks. I held still and let her control the pace not wanting to choke her again. She worked her mouth on me like a demon, she clearly had SOME experience sucking cock. Long plaintive moans came from her eager throat. Such a sweet little face impaling itself on my cock was almost more than I could stand. It had been several months since I’d been with a woman, my balls boiled.

“Unhhh…sweetie, I…gnnnhh…oh FUCK, baby…” I had to reach out and put one hand on the dresser to steady myself.

“Are you already there?” She jerked me furiously while her mouth was off my meat. “Are you going to cum for me? I want you to. I want you to cum all over my face.” She slammed her mouth down on my cock again, pumping her head up and down wildly, her little tongue flickering across the underside. She pulled herself off again, “Cum on me! Cum on my face, daddy! Please!”

There it was again…she called me “daddy”…it pushed be over the edge, I firmly grasped a fistful of her hair with my left hand and my pulsating cock with the other. I pulled her head back, her mouth open and anxiously waiting. All it took was four or five long, hard strokes and cum exploded from the head of my cock. The first shot hit her forehead, then next splashed over her eye and nose, another painted over the freckles of her cheek, most of the rest squirted onto her lips or into her mouth. She luxuriated in my cum shower and giggled to herself. The last few drizzles spilled out of me and down onto one of her small titties, dripping off the silk covering her meaty nipple. She popped the head of my cock back into her mouth and sucked out the last remaining drop of my hot seed. Releasing my dick from her lips, she sat back on her heels and swallowed part of my load with a greedy gulp, then scooping the rest of it from her şişli escort face into her mouth and licking her fingers clean, she gulped again while smiling proudly up at me.

“Did I do good, daddy? Are you proud of your baby girl? Do you always cum that MUCH, daddy?”

My still stiff member twitched every time she called me daddy. “Not always, it’s been a while.”

I bent and slid my hands under her armpits and with no effort whatsoever, I hoisted her into the air until her rock hard nubs were even with my lips. I took the clean one into my mouth first, sucking and tonguing it through the green silk and making her squirm with pleasure. I kissed the bare skin between her titties and up onto her neck, she moaned and my cock twitched again. When I took the cum covered nipple into my mouth she gasped, I gave it the same treatment and cleaned the fabric of my seed. I brought her down and kissed her hard on the mouth and she kissed me back even harder, sucking my own cum from my tongue.

“You are SO dirty, daddy!”

I cradled her in my big arms, kissing her tummy and tits and finally had to ask, “What’s that all about anyway?”

“What?”

“Calling me daddy! You’ve lived with me since you were 13…it’s been just the two of us since you were 15 and your bat-shit crazy mother walked out on us. You’ve never called me daddy and I never expected you to.” I chuckled to myself as I thought of the devilish little angel who moved into my house as I lowered us down onto the bed. “Even at 13 you were already quite set in your ways.”

“I HAD to be!” She curled up against me as I lay on my back, draping one leg over mine and playfully toying with my momentarily satisfied hard-on. “Mom was a worthless skank…I still don’t know how she landed a decent guy like YOU…and the loser ‘sperm donor’ who pumped me into her belly was probably already dead in some bar fight by that point–“

“I think you’re exaggerating a bit.”

“Not much!”

“Anyway, that’s my point, you were pretty independent and I never figured you thought you NEEDED a dad. I was just glad we were close enough you decided to stay with me when she left.”

“I know, I guess I’m a LITTLE fucked up.” She started stroking my cock, smiling at the fact it was still hard. “And if it’s JUST a LITTLE I guess I got off easy…but you’re the closest I’ve ever had. You love me, you make me feel safe, I know you’d kill or die for me. YOU kept me from turning out like mom. All things a good daddy would do.”

“Most little girls don’t lie in bed stroking daddy’s cock after he just came all over their sexy little face.”

“Yeah, well, on top of all that your kind and gentle, sexy as hell…and as I knew from peeking at you in the shower you have a nice body and a fantastic…uhh…well, I haven’t been able to think about any other cock since I saw yours the first time. And like you said, it’s not like we had a father/daughter relationship exactly and…”

“Say it again, Daph.”

“Say what?”

“Call me daddy.”

“Oh, daddy, you ARE a dirty, dirty boy.” She leaned down and licked the tip of my dick. “Aren’t you, daddy? You want to fuck me, don’t you? You want to fuck your little girl, daddy? You wanna make me your good little baby girl, daddy?”

I pushed her babydoll nighty up to expose her tummy and tits and rolled over on top of her, my hulking frame pressing her little body into the mattress as I kissed her young lips. My hand went between us and rubbed against her hot, wet pussy as I kissed down to her tits and sucked those amazing nipples. She squealed when I pinched them tight between my lips. I kissed lower, easing my way toward her tiny pussy, she patted my head and cleared her throat.

“What’s wrong, baby? You change your mind? It’s okay if you did, I-I’ll understand.”

“No, daddy. I just… I just thought you should know…” She blushed when I looked up at her. “Daddy, your little girls never had a man’s cock inside her pussy.”

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Here is the long awaited Chapter 7. I’d like to thank you all for being patient and for your supportive emails.

Also, thank you ton8ty for your proofreading talents.

*****

Sweetie was lying in bed with her leg propped up on a couple of pillows watching her Daddy screw a hook in the beam above the bed. He had already placed one and now this one was exactly six inches apart.

“Daddy? What are you doing?” she questioned with a smile playing across her lips. She was envisioning herself tied up in different bondage positions.

Don smiled down at his daughter. “You’ll see, Sweetie … in about a minute.”

He finished attaching the hook, climbed off the bed and went over to the closet. He took a box from the top shelf and brought it back to the bed. Sweetie rose up on her elbows in expectation.

“I special ordered something for you, Sweetie.” He smiled and winked at her.

Don climbed back on the bed and took out what appeared to be cut pieces of leather that each had ropes attached to the front and bottom portions. He attached the ropes to the hooks and dropped the leather onto the bed. He climbed back down and smiled at Sweetie.

“Scoot down here and we’ll get them adjusted,” he said, in his commanding, yet sensitive, voice.

Sweetie smiled as she wiggled down the bed, causing her silk nightie to rise up past her shaved pussy. Don pulled the leather sleeve around her good leg and adjusted the rope to raise her leg into the air. He then gently guided her still sensitive leg into the other one and adjusted it so that both legs were securely hanging and swinging free. He shoved the box off the bed and admired his daughter with her legs secured wide revealing her wet slick pussy.

He went over to his nightstand and brought out the fur-lined cuffs that Sweetie loved. She quickly pulled the nightie off and offered Daddy her wrists.

Don laughed to see her so anxious and excited for sex. “Someone’s in a rush, I see.”

He placed Sweetie’s wrists in the cuffs, opened the doors of the headboard to reveal the hidden hook and secured her to the bed. Don quickly stripped out of his clothes and stroked his hard cock a couple of times.

“Now,” he began as he looked down on her body. “Someone’s been playing with herself again and got all worked up.” He ran his fingertips lightly down between her firm breasts. He liked the way her nipples became instantly hard at his touch. He bent down and blew hot air onto one of the hard buds. Sweetie moaned and arched her back, trying to force the nipple into his mouth.

Don pulled away and continued to run his fingertips over her exposed body.

“Daddy! Fuck Me, Damn It!” Sweetie screamed as she squirmed on the bed.

“Now, what did Daddy tell you about giving me orders?” Don snapped as he looked down at Sweetie.

Sweetie bit her lower lip a second before responding, “But Daddy! I need to be FUCKED!”

Don grabbed the ropes and lifted Sweetie’s legs further up exposing her ass. He smacked each ass cheek hard, which elicited a howl from his daughter.

“What did I say?!” he repeated. When Sweetie didn’t respond, he once again spanked each cheek leaving a rosy impression of his hand print.

Sweetie screamed and squirmed a second time. “I’ll be good, Daddy! Please! I won’t talk to you that way again! I promise, Daddy!”

Don smiled and gently massaged her red ass, but also noticed how much more wet his daughter was from her spanking. It still surprised him that his Sweetie was into bondage. He’d never done anything like it before, but, then again, he şişli escort had been married to the proverbial “ice queen”.

His fingers lightly stroked her cunt lips and smiled as Sweetie began to moan. He squatted between her swinging legs and licked her hard from anus to clit. Sweetie squealed and moaned in pure pleasure. She loved to be eaten and he loved to bring her to her first orgasm this way. The leg supports, he knew, would get used often.

Don started sucking and gently biting Sweetie’s labia up and down while she thrashed and ground her pussy into his face. He attacked her clit in earnest and rubbed his tongue up and down as hard as he could. Sweetie was breathing hard and humping with every ounce of energy she had. She was close. He curled two fingers into her hot wet slit, found her “G” spot and massaged it as his mouth centered over her clit. Sweetie screamed into her first orgasm while Don lapped at her juices flowing out of her slit, down his hand and dripping onto the bed.

Don quickly changed position and rammed his hard throbbing cock into Sweetie’s still spasming cunt. Sweetie screamed a second time as the head of the cock came into contact with her cervix and her Daddy ground into her now sensitive clit.

Don whispered into her ear as his body pressed down on top of his daughter. “Isn’t this what you were begging Daddy to do?”

He pulled out and slammed his cock home a second time. “You wanted Daddy to fuck you? Didn’t you, Sweetie?”

Don started pounding in and out of her hot slick hole while Sweetie moaned and tried to hump him back. On his last slam in, he stopped and stared down at his daughter.

Sweetie’s eyes flew open the moment her Daddy stopped fucking her. Her eyes sought his immediately, begging and pleading.

“Please, Daddy, Please fuck me,” she breathed heavily.

Don smiled and went back to pounding in and out of her. He shut his eyes enjoying the sensation of feeling her pussy wrapping around his hard cock, throbbing … pulsing … squeezing his cock and wanting him to fill her with his hot cum. He could hear her moaning, breathing heavily knowing that she was close to orgasm again. He could feel his own mounting … his balls tightening … panting, lusting, no, needing release.

“Yes! Yes! Y-e-sssss!” Don grunted with each plunge and then as he finally felt the first jet of cum shoot into his daughter, his very own Sweetie.

“D-a-d-d-yyyyyy!” screamed Sweetie a second later as her own orgasm started wracking through her body.

Don was oblivious that Sweetie had even screamed. He was on automatic … slam – release – slam – release. His primal instincts had taken him over. He couldn’t think – conscious thought had shut down – he was only responding to his physical need for fulfillment, especially at the present – to fill this hot slick pulsing cunt with every ounce of sperm he could produce.

Finally spent, Don and Sweetie laid together spasming in the aftermath of their combined orgasms, breathing hard and gasping for air like fish on a riverbank. Don pressed his head into the pillow as his weight pressed and pinned Sweetie beneath him. He was smiling at the sensation of his cock softening and then slipping from Sweetie’s very wet slick cunt. Only then did he manage to lift his weight off of her, reach up and undo her cuffs.

Sweetie shook her arms weakly and briefly to restore some circulation before throwing them around Daddy’s neck. She clutched at him and reached her eager lips to his for a deep sensuous kiss. She tuzla escort smiled, sighed and then snuggled into Daddy’s shoulder; falling into a satisfied sleep.

When Don finally managed to regain some strength, he eased up and off the bed. He looked down at Sweetie who was smiling quite contentedly as she slept. He then looked up at the ropes in the beam and decided he didn’t have the strength to stand up and unhook the leg restraints, and that made him have another thought altogether. Just how long would Sweetie be willing to stay with him as he grew older? The question both angered him and worried him; he pushed it aside to contemplate later. He eased her legs out of the restraints, propping her bad leg on the pillows. He stared down at her one more time before making his way to the bathroom.

* * * * *

The phone was ringing constantly when she opened the door. Caller ID showed the number of the private detective agency she had engaged to help locate her missing daughter and ex-husband.

“Hello? Yes. This is Julia Anderson.” She listened intently to the voice on the other end. “No, it used to be Thomas, but I changed it after I divorced the bastard! Have you found them yet?”

“Miss Anderson, I’ve got to be blunt. The check you paid me bounced. Unless you come up with a cash payment, all information is being withheld and I can tell you that I know precisely where they are.” Gregory smiled to himself. He had researched her bank records and knew precisely how much she had and how much he could get out of her. He hadn’t cared for her attitude when she waltzed into his office. That “I’m so much better than you” attitude didn’t fly with him and he figured that’s why her ex took their daughter away too.

Julia sighed deeply. “I’m sorry Mr. Slatanz. Yes, I’ll be glad to pay cash. Where are they?”

“Miss Anderson, do you think I’m stupid? The price just went up to $2500 now. Bring cash, tonight, at my office and I’ll give you the information.”

“Ah, it’ll take me a couple of days to get that kind of money, Mr. Slatanz. I’ll …”

“$3000 now and I tack on $500 for each additional lie. Tonight, my office and come alone.” Gregory smiled as he hung up on her.

The connection clicked off. Julia slammed the phone down on the table. “Bastard! All of them!”

She ran out the front door and headed to the bank.

* * * * *

Friday was hectic as Don spent most of the day putting finishing touches on the project to make sure that the presentation would go off without a hitch. He praised his staff for their efforts and told them how much he was pleased by their devotion to the company. He had two more meetings before he could leave to go home, get cleaned up, dress in a tux and return. The presentation would be held at the main building with a reception scheduled to follow in one of their annexes.

He once again checked his watch impatiently waiting for time to speed along. He smiled to himself as he opened his private laptop, typed his access codes and watched the screen come on. The web cam came on showing his kitchen at home…just one of several he’d installed for security. His fingers keyed in another code and the one in his bedroom clicked on. He adjusted the focus and zoomed in on Sweetie. He smiled broader as he realized what she was about to do. His fingers flew of their own accord over the keyboard with instructions for the security system to start recording all rooms at home. He would play them back later for himself and Sweetie. He sighed and forced himself to pendik escort shut off the laptop before finding himself in an embarrassing situation. Last thing he needed today was an erection at work.

* * * * *

Adam was making plans of his own that had nothing to do with his father’s company. He smiled with a distant look in his eyes as he recalled looking down at Amy Thomas’ body – seeing her pert nipples and shapely figure under that flimsy hospital gown as she lay on the hospital bed. His cock had twitched then as it was doing even now.

“Adam? You listening to me?” said the man sitting across from him feeling out of place at this exclusive club.

“Yes, Steve. My mind just wondered for a moment. You were saying?” Adam smiled as he brought his mind back to the conversation.

“Like I told you on the phone – I haven’t had time to make anymore,” Steve whispered and was staring intently at Adam to try to get his point across.

“If my company catches me using their chemicals, then it’s my ass – not yours!”

“Okay – fine!” Adam said back in a stressed whisper as well. “I probably won’t need it, but I was just hoping to get lucky. Don’t worry about it.” Adam cleared his throat and motioned for a waiter to come over.

“Why don’t you have some lunch on me since you made a special trip? I’ve got to get back and pack for a trip,” Adam said as he handed the waiter a concealed amount of cash.

“Give my friend here anything he wants and put it on my tab.”

The waiter smiled, “Yes sir, Mr. Henderson.” He hovered nearby waiting for Steve’s order.

“Well, since lunch is on you, I’ll just have a steak then.”

‘Well now,’ Adam thought to himself as he was leaving the club. ‘This is going to be more fun than raping all those stupid college girls. I don’t have the drug, but she’s going to be alone, in a secluded cabin … and once I have her eyes covered, I’ll be able to take off the mask. Who knows, it just might be more entertaining this way,’ he chuckled to himself.

* * * * *

Sweetie was growing impatient waiting for her Daddy to get home. She’d been thinking about his cock surging into her hot wet pussy all day and was looking forward to having him fulfill her daydreams. She looked at the time on his alarm clock again and then gazed out the window once more. It had started a sunny morning, but clouds had been gathering all day. Now, it was a dreary damp day and not helping in the least since she was home alone.

Rolling toward the nightstand, Sweetie opened the drawer and looked at its contents. She pulled out the card Daddy had left on her nightstand that morning. All it said was to expect a surprise this evening. She put it back in the drawer and looked at the stash of some of her favorite sex toys including a vibrating dildo, shaped like a man’s cock with bulging head and veins, as well as some of her favorite porn magazines.

She smiled recalling Helen’s surprised look when she had opened the drawer. Sweetie had actually giggled at the poor woman. Helen had finally made some kind of remark such as “to each their own” before closing the drawer and excusing herself to the bathroom. When she had returned, it was as if the incident had never happened.

Sweetie knew that the nurse would be gone today because of her niece’s wedding, but she missed her. She pulled out the dildo and a magazine and laid them next to her as see striped off her nightgown. She picked up the dildo and rubbed the bulging head roughly across her nipple, feeling the tingling sensation surge through her breast. She closed her eyes and imagined being with her Daddy. She turned the vibrator on low and eased the head down toward her clit.

A small moan escaped her mouth as the head of the vibrating dildo touched her clit. Her ass raised slightly in response. She roughly stroked the length of her pussy feeling it getting wetter and more slick with each swipe.

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