Mommy and Son Chronicles Pt. 01

Mommy and Son Chronicles Pt. 01

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Disclaimer: All people in this story are over 18, and this is a work of fiction. There are time jumps in this story.

Before the story starts, I just want to give a big thank you to lovelywitchChelsea for her help editing this story. She was a big help in the project.

Prologue My name is Danny and ever since I could remember it was always my mom, Katie, and me. My dad died when I was five from a massive stroke and mom has dated but never remarried. So, for most of my life, it was just the two of us. We are from a very respected family in the community. My dad, before he passed, was head of a small production company. Then my granddad, moms’ father, was a popular local minister, and a bunch of uncles were businessmen or bankers. So, to say we are a part of a well-to-do family is a huge understatement.

I have always seen myself as an average-looking guy, about five-foot-eight, kinda muscular but still a little bit overweight, everyone says it’s alright though. My mom, on the other hand, was a completely different story. All my friends definitely agree with me. She was about five-foot-six on the skinny side, but she had an hourglass figure, curves for days, 38D firm breasts, olive skin, shoulder-length brown hair. I guess I always had an attraction to her. I was finishing up my senior year of high school and I was 19. It just happened to start on my mom’s birthday, all of my attraction went into high gear and turned into lust.

Part1

“Awe thank you sweety for all of the love and thought you put behind today.” My mom said after I took her to her favorite bistro for lunch. At this point, I was 19 and my mom just turned 39, but in all honesty, she looked like she was 30.

“No problem mom. I love you.” I replied.

“Awe, I love you too baby.”

We drove home after that.

“Danny, remember, I’m going out with Connie and the girls tonight.” My mom said as we were driving home. Connie being Conrad, the guy my mom was dating right now. Like my dad, he owned his own company, but he made his fortune in transportation.

“No problem mom. I was planning to go over to Pauly’s place to study for finals. Also, Jack and Max are gonna be there too.” I replied. Pauly, Jack, and Max are my best friends. We grew up together. We all played baseball and football together. Julie, Pauly’s mom, and my mom went to college together. All of our moms took part in PTA meetings, helped out at church and yes, the same church my Grandad preached at. They even helped out with sports that we played.

“Oh okay, I can’t believe my baby is going to be graduating from high school in a few weeks!!” My mom yelled in excitement. “Feels like yesterday you were running around with me chasing you trying to get you to take a bath.” My mom and I laughed.

We pulled into the garage around 2 in the afternoon and my mom hung out at the house for a few hours before she got ready for her date. We just snuggled on the couch watching tv. We both were and still are very comfortable being close to one another. Then around 4, I went to my room to get my books ready and also packed my laptop into my bag. The guys and I were planning on mixing a little gaming in with our studying. We all were in the top 5% of our class, and we didn’t have to study much to do well on tests and other school work. I swung my bag over my shoulder to head to my car and at the same time, my mom walked out of the bathroom. She was wearing a mid-calf black dress that was tight and form-fitting in all the right places. Her usually straight hair had curls in it and she was putting on earrings. “Wow!! You look, beautiful mom.” I spoke in awe of her incredible appearance.

“Awe, thank my sweet boy” She replied. “Are you heading over to Pauly’s now?? What time do you think you’re gonna be home?”

“Yeah, I’m getting ready to head out and I am thinking maybe 8 or 9. I won’t be out long.” I replied. “Mom, have fun today on your bday!!! Say hi to the ladies for me. I love you”

“Will do and I love you too sweetie. Text me when you get there.”

I got over to Pauly’s house and I texted mom that I got there safe. I knocked on the door. Julie, Pauly’s mom, answered the door and she was getting ready to head over to hang out with my mom. “Hey, Danny! How are you, sweetheart?” Now Julie had the same figure as my mom, but she had a pale complexion, blonde hair, blue eyes, and is about my height. Considering Pauly and me, we’re so close and our moms have known each other since college she is like a second mom to me. Pauly’s parents divorced when we were 7.

“Hey Julie, I’m good, how are you doing?? You look good.” I answered. At this point, I just call her by her first name, and not Adams (her last name). “Mom just left the house about 10 minutes ago.”

“Good I’m so excited!!! Is Connie gonna be there?” she asked, kinda worried.

“To my knowledge, yes. Why do you ask?”

“Don’t tell anyone this, but I don’t really like him. Like he’s a nice guy and he seems to make your osmaniye escort mom happy. He comes off like he’s there for her, but he seems more interested in his company. Which is good, he obviously has done well for himself.” She said while finishing getting ready. “I know you don’t remember your dad all that much. He was into his work, but he was seriously in love with your mom. He gave her so much time and attention. He obviously cared for her a lot, anyone could see that.”

“Don’t worry about it. I fully agree with you.” I replied. “He is a good guy just yeah.”

“Hey bro!” Came from the hallway as Pauly walked into the room. Pauly was taller than me. Standing about six feet tall and built. “Jack and Max will be over in a few. Max just texted me.”

“Well, okay boys, there is stuff in the fridge and you guys have our numbers. Have fun and don’t do anything me and your mom wouldn’t do” Julie said jokingly walking out of the door.

We went into Pauly’s room, and I pulled out my laptop and books. “Hey Dan, did you get the new update for COD?”

“Oh yeah, did that this morning,” I replied.

“Oh, hey happy birthday to your mom dude.”

“Thanks” I replied, “I’ll let her know you said so”

“I overheard what my mom said about your mom’s boyfriend. I met him once at a baseball game. He was a bit of a dick. Then again I only met him once.” Pauly said seriously.

“Yeah, he can be. Then again you can’t get where he is without being somewhat of a dick. He seems to make my mom happy.” I said in his defense. “Just wish he would tone it down when he isn’t at work.”

“But your mom is getting hotter by the day by the way.” He said as the two others pulled up in the driveway.

“Heya boys! Ready for tonight!?!” Max said happily. All of us studied and played a round of COD til about 8 and I headed out.

Once I got home, I made sure to plug in my laptop so I would have it for tomorrow. I got a call from my mom. “Hey, mom how is your evening?”

“OH FINE!! I am on the way home” she said and I could tell she was holding back tears. “That asshole Connie dumped me tonight. ON MY FUCKING BIRTHDAY!!! Can you believe that shit?”

“Wait, what? Why mom?” I asked

“He said that work is picking up its pace and also he found a fresh young receptionist,” she responded. “I’m coming home.”

“Okay mom, drive safe. I love you,” I said. As I texted Pauly “you were right. Connie just dumped my mom.”

Pauly texted back “Really!?! What a dick!”

My mom pulled into the driveway and walked in a few moments later. “Hey, mom, how you doin’?? I’m sorry for what happened.”

“Thanks, sweetheart. I’ve been better. How was your night with the guys?” she asked. I could tell she was tipsy, maybe a little more.

“It was good, fun. Do you wanna talk?” I asked, hugging her.

“Thanks, baby; but that won’t be needed,” she said wiping tears from her eyes. I kissed her cheeks where she had wiped.

“Okay mom: then I’ll get ready for bed then. Things will get better. I love you. Good night”, I said in a gentle voice, and decided to add, “You know where I am if you need me.”

“Okay thank you, baby. Good night I love you too,” she said. She headed off to her bedroom and I went to the bathroom. I got ready for bed, once I was done, I left the bathroom. As I passed my mom’s room, I could hear her crying. I knocked on her door “mom I’m coming in.” I entered and said, “Hey mom let’s talk.” She was sitting up in her bed. She was in her black silk robe with just a bra and panties under it. I could tell because it was open ever so slightly.

“I thought I found true love with Connie.” She said as I climbed into bed next to her. She got on her side and faced me. “He was a good guy. Granted he was into his job more than me, but I never thought he’d do this. All guys are the same! Something better comes along and you bounce.”

“Mom, you’re pissed and I get it. You are a catch though. You’re smart, beautiful, caring,” holding her in my arms.

“You’re just saying that. Because you are my son. You have to say that.”

“Yeah, but I also mean it though.”

“Awe you’re sweet, I raised you right. You know just how to make your mother feel loved.” She continued. We talked and cuddled until 3 in the morning. We ended up sleeping together that night. Not in a sexual way, we just fell asleep in her bed, side by side. This is not the first time this has happened before. She had some boyfriends since my dad passed and I always comforted her after they broke her heart. She will do the same for me one day. I was not really known as a ‘ladies man.’ The next morning, I woke up before my mom. She was sleeping peacefully beside me. I moved up to kiss her on her cheek and she wiggled her body. Then said in a sweet sultry voice “OH, Connie.” I realized she was still out cold, so I got up to make breakfast for both of us.

I was just finishing up breakfast when mom walked into the kitchen. “Good morning mom. How are you feeling? I made breakfast for the osmaniye escort bayan two of us. I made your favorite, ham and cheese omelet.”

“Good morning sweety. I’m a little better; not much better, but better,” she answered. We had breakfast and we talked about the plan for the day. “Yes, I will be stopping over at the company to do some paperwork. Then I have to help set up for the fundraiser next weekend.” Even though my dad passed away a long time ago, his brother took over the company, and my mom still helped out with company functions.

After we finished breakfast, I said “I am always here for you mom.”

“I know, baby. It is going to take me a while to get over Connie. I have to admit though he never did stuff like this for me. Hell, he didn’t even treat me half as well as you,” my mom said with a chuckle. “Thank you, baby, really. I love you with all my heart.” She kissed me on my cheek. “I have to run now”

“Okay drive safe mom, I love you too.”

About a week and a half passed and it was finals week for me. Our midterm and final weeks were all half days. So, one day, after my final that day, I walked into the house and said “Mom! Are you home?”

I heard some noises coming from the direction of my mom’s room. I saw her door closed. I leaned up and pressed my ear up to the door. I heard moaning and groaning. It was my mom’s voice. I cracked the door open a little and I saw my mom fully naked laying on her bed with a thick dildo deep in her pussy. I heard between moans, “OH Danny! Fuck mommy’s tight wet pussy! C’mon Babyboy fuck mommy just like that!!!”

I thought to myself, my clean-cut religious mom not only masturbates but also wishes I would fuck her? I started to realize my basketball shorts started to get tight as my cock started to get hard.

Mom started to move the dildo in and out faster and started to rub her clit furiously. “OH, BABY BOY! FUCK MOMMIES’ TIGHT LITTLE CUNT LIKE THAT!” At which point I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I started to masturbate right there in front of my moms’ room. “OH YES! BABY BOY, YOU GONNA MAKE MOMMY CUM ALL OVER YOUR BIG FUCKING COCK!” I couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mother’s mouth. She didn’t really swear. What I saw next, I never expected. My mom squirted all over her bed. My mom is not only a squirter but a gusher. It soaked her bed. She was still breathing heavily but started to calm down. I started to feel my balls tighten as I stroked my cock.

I mumbled under my breath “oh mommy.”

My mom looked up and saw me there. She yelled, “Daniel Michael Myers! What the fuck are doing!?!” She got off her bed and put a red fuzzy robe on. “Were you spying on me? I thought you were at school?”

“No, mom I was not spying, not at first. I had finals today and got out at noon.”

“Shit! I totally forgot about you having finals and what is this about “not at first”?” She almost yelled at me while her voice was cracking. She cracked her voice when she was pissed. “And put your penis back into your pants.”

“Mom, I got home and I heard a noise coming from down the hall,” I said, putting my now limp cock into my shorts. “I leaned against your door and ended up cracking it a little. The rest is history.”

“But I saw you playing with your penis? I’m your mother, that is messed up.”

“I heard you say my name and you can’t say it wasn’t me. you kept on saying, baby boy. You are just as guilty as me.” I retorted back to her.

“You know what, go to your room, I’m done talking about this. You spied on me during a private moment and that is not right. I have to go out. I am going to have lunch with Julie.” My mom said with anger in her voice. I went to my room very confused about what just happened. My mom was masturbating to her son, and I was the bad guy? At this point, I started thinking of my mom in a way more than just my mom. After her last birthday when Connie broke up with her, I started to see her as a woman. An actual woman and not just my mom, but a woman with needs.

She went out for lunch with Julie. I went into her room and picked up the towel she had under her when she was masturbating. It was still soaked with her juices and I smelled. It smelled so sweet, like honey. I started to get hard again, so I grabbed a dirty pair of blue cotton brief panties from her laundry basket and returned back to my room with the towel and panties. I wrapped the panties around my six-inch, long, curved, veiny, hard cock. Then I folded the towel up and lifted it up to my nose.

I started to think of my mom sitting on my face while I licked her sweet cunt and she sucked my cock. Moaning on my cock making it vibrate. Every few strokes I moaned “Oh mommy!” and I imagine mom responding with the moan of “Babyboy.” I imagine her getting onto her back and I got on top. She opened up her legs showing her soaking wet pussy. “Come here Baby Boy,” she says, rubbing her pussy. “Enter the hole you came out of.” I entered her sweet pussy and she wrapped her legs around my waist. escort osmaniye I started to move faster and faster. She was moaning “BABY BOY! I’M GONNA CUM! I want you to cum inside of me at the same time that I cum.” I fucked her faster and harder. I exploded all inside her panties wishing it was her pussy.

The rest of the day was a mix of weird and silent. My mom didn’t really talk to me the rest of the day. When she got home, I asked, “Hey mom, how was lunch with Julie?”

She responded with “fine” in a rushed voice. That went on for a few days, but by the end of the week, we were talking again. It felt like forever. I finished high school on a high note and got straight A’s. A week after that we had graduation. My whole family came down all my aunts and uncles, my grandparents on my dad’s side. My grandmother from my mom’s side was there. Then considering my high school was in a nice part of the town I was from. It was a who’s who of the city. A week after that I had my graduation party. It was a very similar thing where it was a who’s who of the city. The funny thing about my party was my mom wore a flowery white sundress and she was very affectionate to me. In the sense she was very handsy, giving me a lot of kisses. That was not the odd thing. The odd thing was I noticed she was looking at me more than anything, and when she knew I was around and looking at her she’d bend over to show her ass or breast. She was acting very flirty around me. Made me wonder how she went from being cold to this.

Anyways the summer went all too quickly. I spent almost all of it with the guys. Things went back to normal with mom. She was very busy with work and church. I felt like she was going to church because she was ashamed of what she did in front of me and how she acted after. Both immediately after and at the party. I chose to apply myself and get a degree. I decided to go to a major state university and got accepted. Because of my grades in high school, I got into the honors college. Luckily, I was in a bunch of AP classes in high school and I was able to start taking engineering classes as soon as I got to college. Thankfully, it was about a thirty-minutes from home. So, I was able to stay at home and not in the dorms. Halfway through my first semester, I met an amazing girl named Emily. She was about two inches shorter than I, with long blond hair, blue eyes, a nice firm ass, and nice firm breasts. Things started getting serious between us and I took her home to meet mom. They liked each other, but things seemed a bit off. Meaning Emily thought mom and I were too close and I being mom’s only child she was very protective of me. She was always like that; she wanted the perfect girl for her “darling boy.” Needless to say, that added a lot of tension to Emily and I’s relationship. It led to the eventual breakup, after a few months. The night we broke up was the night where my mom and I started our relationship. It went like this.

I was doing homework when Emily called and I picked it up. “Hey, how’s my baby?”

“Daniel,” she said in a calm voice. When she said that, my heart dropped because she always called me her Danny bear. “We need to talk.”

“What’s wrong baby,” I said, confused. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay. Well as good I can be,” she said nervously. “It’s just, I care for you and you have a lot going for you in life. You are just so close to your community and family. I just feel like I can’t fit into it.” Now she was starting to cry. “Daniel, we are done, I can’t do it anymore. I will always care for you. I hope you understand.”

“Yeah, yeah I do understand. I guess I’ll see you around.”

“See you around too. Hopefully, we see each other on campus, I guess” she responded with a light chuckle.

I could only think of one thing I wanted to do, talk to my mom. She always cheers me up no matter what. So, I walked into her room. She was in a red silk nightie sitting on her bed, holding her tablet. “Hey mom, do you have a minute?”

“Hey sweety, yeah I do. What’s wrong?” she said in a concerned tone.

“Emily just broke up with me”

“Oh, I’m sorry baby. Come here and snuggle up with mommy,” she said, putting her tablet onto her nightstand. I got into bed with her, wearing just boxers. She put her arm around me and held me tight. “Tell me all about it, sweetheart.”

“Well, she just called when I was doing some chemistry and she claimed I’m too involved with my family and community. That it was too much for her and she couldn’t fit in my life.”

“I’m so sorry sweety, really I am.” She turned onto her side to hold me tight to her breasts. I could smell her perfume. It was her signature smell of spiced apples and vanilla. It smelled like home to me. She has been wearing the same scent forever. “She was kind of a b-word to me if you know what I mean. She was stuck up and being all high and mighty. Do not worry sweetie, I know you will meet the perfect woman”

“Thank you, mom. I love you.”

“I love you too Baby Boy,” she responded. She called me that and I felt my boxers get tight as my cock grew. Something about being called Baby boy turns me on. Of all the times for me to get hard, this time my crotch was pinned against her thigh and when I tried to turn away so she wouldn’t be able to feel my raging hard-on, she stops me and says, “What’s wrong baby?”

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Fun with Nana and Papa

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***All characters are over the age of eighteen***

Nana’s pussy tastes delicious. I love its sticky folds and the soft pubic hairs that tickle my nose. It’s exquisite and nasty and wet and floods my mouth as many times as I want.

Mom and dad dropped me off at Papa and Nana’s a week ago to ‘learn what it means to be a man’ — as if.

It didn’t take long for Nana to convince me to sleep with them in their bed. It took even less time for me to realize we would all sleep naked.

When that first night was through, I’d been inducted into a long-held family tradition of sucking and fucking the grandparents.

There wasn’t much foreplay. There wasn’t any ‘This is love, Johnny.’

Nope! As soon as the lights went out, I was sandwiched between them.

Nana pressed her tits against my hairless chest, her flabby belly squished against my cock. Her rough matron hands grabbed my ass-cheeks and pulled me tight into a lust-fueled kiss.

Her kisses are sloppy and wet. A voluptuous mix of saliva, hot minty cigarette breath with a hint of whisky. “Your mama wants to fuck you, Johnny,’ she hissed into my ear.

“So, of course, I told her I had to have you first.”

“It’s a tradition,” Papa grunted, making the mattress wave as his weight settled against my back.

Papa is very hairy. The opposite of Nana. His sluggy body cupped me effortlessly from neck to toes. I liked the contrast. The wiry thatch of his crotch tickled my ass. His massive dick hard and leaking between the crack. I shivered wildly, sighing with need and anticipation.

Papa adjusted so he could play with Nana’s sweaty boobs. Then, Nana started running her nails up and down my chest making me giggle into her kiss.

She laughed!

A covetous throaty laugh that made me cringe with unknowing delight. “Is this a dream,” I said vaguely.

“No dream, Johnny boy,” Papa grunted into my neck.

Nana opened her legs, sliding a heavy thigh on top of mine. The stench of her pussy rose between us like smog, a toxic swamp where lizards frolic and toads get eaten. My mouth watered. I couldn’t breathe. I wanted to dive into the cesspool. I wanted to scream and cum and run around in the forest. But, instead, a nude young buck was enjoying the midnight.

“Are you okay with this, Johnny?” Nana asked between wet sloppy kisses.

“Yes,” I stammered, a groan of longing and want spurting up from the core of my sex through my raw throat into her mouth.

“Then it’s time to fuck!” Papa shouted with excitement.

He rolled us over, splaying me out, by back to his chest. The ceiling fan thrummed through the heavy moist air above me. I opened my legs as wide as possible—Papa’s massive dick between my thighs.

“Excellent access, Herb,” Nana smiled greedily. She crawled over, resting between our legs like a blubbery seal, and took my cock down her throat in one gulp.

I wanted to cum immediately, but she clamped the base of my dick in a fierce painful grip. Nana stopped sucking. “Not yet, baby boy,” she scolded, “I want this cum in my pussy.”

“Y-yes, ma’am,” I squealed.

Papa rubbed his large calloused hands over my slim chest. He pinched my nipples, and I sucked air into pain-filled lungs.

Nana brushed the head of Papa’s dick against my taint. I wondered if she would stick it in my ass and shuddered all over, but all she did was tease me. I felt muş escort bayan the slick trail of his pre-cum snail across my balls.

Nana’s wet sticky saliva coated both of us as she played with two dicks. She chuckled gleefully. “I get enough tonight!”

“Let’s get it to it, Beth,” Papa urged.

“You got somewhere to be, Herb?”

“Early tee-time with the league.”

“Golf and sex, the only two things your good at,” Nana laughed. “Well, in that case…”

She climbed over our legs, straddling both of us, and slipped my quivering cock straight up her pussy. She landed like an albatross on a dock post.

We all grunted.

I felt squeezed. The sandwich of elderly flesh smothered me. Finally, Nana adjusted, putting her hands on Papa’s shoulders so she could squat over us instead of laying on me.

She fucked me!

I’m proud! I lasted a long time for her. Whenever I’d start to shiver and trash my head nearing orgasm, she would slap me.

“Don’t you dare cum, Johnny? Not until I tell you. I’m going to fuck you, and then Papa’s going to fuck you, and only then do you get to fuck me and cum in my pussy. Okay?”

“Sure thing, Nana,” I stammered with a mixer of need and fear. She is a formidable woman.

I yelped in fear as Papa’s hand slipped around my throat. He choked me.

The wet trench of Nana’s pussy leaked all over my crotch, running down my slim hips and the crack of my ass. She squealed with glee. Little chirps were increasing in volume nearing her orgasm—a mountain lion thrashing on top of Papa and me.

She came in a loud huff, shaking like a leaf tossed about in a tornado. I thought her pussy was wet before, but the river of cunt juice that squirted from her when she came made that seem inconsequential.

She flooded me. She flooded Papa. She drowned the sheets. The whole bed became a swampy mess as the well of Nana’s pussy erupted. I groaned in pain, holding back my orgasm.

She landed on me like a beached whale. All the bones of her body liquified in an instant. I felt suffocated and struggled to get away, seeking fresh air. Papa released my throat. Nana rolled off us sliding more than crawling.

“Damn, baby boy,” Nana sighed. “Your mama’s going to love your dick.”

“That good?” Papa asked.

“Definitely,” Nana laughed. “His shape is perfect.”

“My shape?” I couldn’t help asking.

Papa pushed me off of him and climbed out of bed. “Need to piss.” Then, he left for the bathroom.

“Yeah,” Nana smiled, a content post-orgasm shiver undulated through her voluptuous curves. Finally, she recovered her breath and sat up, crossing her legs one under the other. She patted my chest. “You found my g-spot in under a minute.”

“Thanks…” I said, uncertain what she meant.

“Let me show you,” Nana demonstrated. She opened the wet pubic mat of her sex. The lips pulled back, a purple squid leaking translucent ink. The pink inner lips gaped obscenely. “See here,” Nana said. “This is my clit.” Her figure circled the hard little nub. “And on the inside…” she inserted a finger to the second knuckle. “Right on the other side, curved around, so it is hard to find… is a woman’s g-spot.”

“Not that hard to find,” Papa said from the bathroom doorway. He turned off the bathroom light and climbed back into bed, wrapping me up in a hug.

“Oh, Herb,” muş escort Nana giggled, “let the boy have a moment of pride. He did wonders for the first time, and he did find it. That twitchy little cock will get bigger as he grows, and if he locates g-spots like this instinctually, he will be very popular among the family.”

“Popular among the… family?” I had to ask.

“Yes, dear,” Nana rubbed my chest lovingly. “We all fuck!” She pinched my nipples, ran her fingernails down his chest. I shivered all over. The tiny hairs on my body rippled with electric excitement.

“I believe you will be very popular, honey,” Nana spoke matter factually like it was common knowledge like I was childish for not understanding the subtlety of the situation.

She slipped a hand around my cock, jerking it gently. Then, she rubbed the head with her thumb. “You ready for Papa to fuck your ass?” she asked and smiled when my cock jumped in her experienced hand. “I think he’s ready, Herb.”

“Let’s get it on then,” Papa said, laughing as he tossed me over. I flopped on my chest like a ragdoll. He crawled behind me and pulled my hips hard, slamming my ass into his lap.

Nana adjusted some pillows behind her head and splayed out beside us to watch. She ran her fingers through her pubic hair, slipped a few fingers inside her pussy, then offered the wet sticky treat to my lips.

I clambered out of Papa’s lap, up on all fours. I sucked Nana’s juicy fingers, groaning with want and pleasure. I savored the taste of her, luxuriating in the pungent smell of her sex.

My throat convulsed, jerking my cock, which felt like a twig whipping around in the emotional storm. My legs quivered. She smeared her hand over my face, filled my nose with her scent. I wanted more.

My mind detached from reality, and I relaxed, which was all Papa needed.

He slammed his massive dick up my ass.

I screamed!

Nana laughed. “You are a man now, John!”

I noticed the difference and gave her a smile through clenched teeth.

“Relax, Papa knows what he’s doing,” Nana patted my cheek. “Let it go!” she sang.

I nodded, breathing through my nose out my mouth as Coach taught us when running cross-country. “It’s a marathon, not a sprint.”

“Really?” Nana asked. She arched an eyebrow at Papa. “You here that Herb? I think our John wants a long ride.” She giggled like a girl. “Oh, if only your dad were here to see this.”

‘Yeah,” Papa grunted with exertion. “Took that bitch three tries to take this dick. Johnny’s a natural.”

“John,” Nana corrected. “Any twenty-year-old twink can take it up the ass. Only an absolute stud, like our John, can take it like a man.”

She raked her nails down my back. I shuddered, intense twitching muscle spasms crawling all over my skin.

I was moving against Papa’s rhythm. When Nana said I was a stud, I focused more on my movement. I slammed my ass back into Papa’s thrusts, making the flesh of my ass slap lewdly against his hairy crotch.

Papa’s massive dick jam-packed me. I felt stuffed, my anus stretched. A hole gaped wider than ever before.

“He’s not a virgin,” Papa complained. “Who’d you let fuck you, boy?” Papa slapped my ass once-twice a third time. I grunted through the pain.

“Coach… Couch Parsons,” I shivered all over, revealing a secret.

“Is that so,” Nana smiled escort muş languidly. “Never knew college was still an experimental soiree.” She put a hand behind her head and shifted, achieving a more relaxed view of her men. “I love the way you two fuck.” Nana panted through an orgasm.

“Didn’t know that man was gay,” Papa said, mollified with the news.

Her legs spread open; Nana lazily rubbed her clit. “Coach isn’t a fag, Herb. My friend Janice dates him off and on, and she says he’s fantastic in bed.”

“Fantastic, huh” Papa grunted, banging into me harder than before. “I never did like him, and here he’s taken our Johnny’s… our John’s virgin asshole. So now I hate him.”

“Don’t make a scene, Herb,” Nana scolded. “Enjoy what we have.”

“Yes, dear,” Papa chuckled. “Such a sweet ass.” He seized my hips and fucked me harder, sheathing his dick up my ass without mercy.

My prostate was on fire. I thought I would burst with pleasure. But, instead, my dick twitched and wreathed, aching for release.

Nana noticed. She sat up and clamped a hand hard around the base of my cock. “Not yet, John. You need to save this for my pussy, sweetie.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I nodded through the hazy pain in my ass.

Papa finally finished, bellowing his orgasm at the ceiling.

I was thrilled with relief and exhaustion; sweat ran down my back into the crack of my ass, the salty liquid stinging, added to Papa’s spermy load. It all leaked from my well fucked asshole. A stream of incestuous love.

“I took it like man,” I said.

“You’re a great fuck, John,” Papa smacked my ass and crawled off of the bed. “I need a beer. Who wants one?”

“Bring two,” Nana smiled at him, “and a bottle of whisky.” She rubbed my back lovingly. “We need a little break anyway. Gotta let John catch his breath before he fucks the hell out of Nana’s pussy.” She kissed the back of my neck, licked my ear, and pushed at my shoulder. “You should go to the bathroom and shit out Papa’s load. The bed is messy enough.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said tiredly but content. “A beer would be great, Papa,” I called after him.

“Sure thing,” he said over his shoulder.

Six minutes later, we were all back in bed drinking beer. Nana took straight shots from the whisky bottle, chased it with beer. She rested against the headboard; one leg tucked up under her ass. The gape of her legs giving me a perfect view between her thighs.

Papa lay beside her, a hairy sasquatch taking his ease in the smoggy wet forest of twisted sheets. I looked over their bodies, enjoying the sexy rolls of flesh undulating in front of me. They both breathed deep and even. It all felt natural. The normalcy of their togetherness struck me with tender emotions. I did love them. Now, even more than before.

“I love you,” I choked out.

“We love you too, dear,” Nana smiled.

“Yeah, love you too, buddy,” Papa smirked.

I sat on my knees in front of Nana, enjoying the grapefruity aftertaste of Papa’s favorite IPA.

“Can I lick your pussy before we fuck?” I asked Nana. I gave her a cheeky grin. The one that got me out of trouble whenever I used it on mom.

She laughed. “I’d love that.” She put the whisky on the nightstand, moved a pillow behind her head, handed her beer to Papa, and scooched down. “Have at it,” Nana giggled, waving her hand over her pussy like a model on a gameshow displaying the coveted grand prize.

Nana’s pussy tastes delicious. I love its wet sticky folds and the soft pubic hairs that tickle my nose. It’s exquisite and nasty and wet and floods my mouth as many times as I want.

It’s even better filled with my cum!

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I Enter a New World with My Son Ch. 03

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The continuation of this story was on a memory stick and very much in the same vein as chapter two. Unfortunately the stick got damaged and lots of stuff was lost forever, I’ve had several attempts to recreate chapter 3 and finally settled on this shortie.

To recap from the previous chapter:

“Thanks Terry.” I took the mug, “Your not trying to get rid of me, are you?”

I saw Terry wilt like the wind was knocked out of his lungs. “Fuck NO, I don’t want you to see anyone else, I want to keep you to myself, but I’m being realistic.”

I moved over and wrapped myself around him. “Then I’ll call Henry and cancel.”

“I can’t be that selfish Mum; I can’t expect you to put your life on hold for me.”

Terry’s phone rang and he went off in conversation with someone about a meeting the following day. No more was said about relationships that day. We slept together but there was no sex, the following night we made simple, almost casual love and Tuesday Terry was away on business.

Wednesday evening we had a light snack for tea as I was not really sure what to expect with Henry. I had arranged that Terry would drive me and Henry to the pub which turned out to be a rather nice restaurant and he would pick us up again when I phoned. I looked at Terry with a sad feeling, knowing that as I left the car it may possibly be the action that brought an end to our love life. We kissed, far too enthusiastically for the situation. “Your date is waiting, go have some fun.” I turned toward the door. “Mum.” I turned my head back toward Terry, hoping he would stop me. “Mum I love you and that will never change.”

“See you later.”

“Thanks for the lift Terry, catch you later.” Henry said as he tapped the roof of the car twice.

As we entered the restaurant I looked over my shoulder and saw Terry pull into a lay-by. He stopped and cried.

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I felt nervous as I turned and replaced my hand on the offered arm, more than nervous, I felt worried that my baby needed me but he was the one who seemed to be pushing me in this direction. I didn’t know and he couldn’t tell me what I needed to do. My head told me Henry is… perfect for me but my heart is elsewhere, pounding, pouring out mothers love. My heart was in a lay-by where my baby was hurting, just a few metres down the driveway from where we awaited the maitre-d.

The door closed behind us forcing my mind to be refocused on the music wafting in from nevşehir escort the piano player; “Chopin piano concerto number two.”

“You have me there Valerie, I have no idea what it is but it sounds beautiful.”

The moment of beauty was quickly destroyed with my next thought: ‘Fuck he’s an ugly man.’ You know how Tom and Jerry’s eyes bulge out and become disassociated when they’re frightened? Well that’s just how Miguel looked, his eyes looked like comedy ping pong balls with black circles drawn on them, any moment I expected them to fall down on springs. His cheeks looked all swollen and hanging down like a big dog. I reckon he has been a boxer too, as his nose looks flattened and spread across his face. the tuxedo, starched collar and bow tie could do absolutely nothing to improve the facial problems.

Miguel showed us to our table and introduced our waiter and wine waiter and the perfect meal began. I won’t bore you with the menu but Henry is a bit of a wine buff and chose a different bottle for each of the four courses, he looked absolutely aghast when I said we’d take the four started bottles home with us. Judging by the look on the wine waiters face I felt well and truly scolded.

It had been a perfect meal with fantastic food and wine in a pretty and soft furnished room so it isn’t noisy, we took our coffee and brandies on a sofa near the lovely piano player; she has a wonderful repertoire of many classical composers’ works with a little contemporary music thrown in.

I’d quite forgotten about my baby until Henry smoked a cigar and I was taken right back to my days as a little girl and visiting granny and granddad which led on to my thoughts of family life and inevitably Terry and the lovemaking I’d had the honour to share with him.

“I should be calling for our carriage.”

“Are you sure Terry doesn’t mind? I can easily get us a taxi.”

“Of course not Henry, he really is good to his old Mum.”

“Ey up Valerie, less of the old.”

I pushed green on my phone.

“Hello Mum, are you ready?”

“If you don’t mind darling, I think we’d best be done before I get totally sloshed.”

“On my way, see you shortly.”

“Thanks.” I felt a little dejected that he closed the call so quickly and… well I minded.

“One more for the road Valerie?”

“Ooo Henry are you trying to get me drunk?”

“I want my beautiful date to be fully satisfied.”

I bashed his shoulder and the pianist started playing ‘Carolina escort nevşehir moon’ “This was my Dads get up and slow dance tune, come on.” I’d dance with him to it so many times. I held up my hand.

Henry stood and took my hand for a close dance, he was a little inappropriate but I was far enough gone to let it ride. There was certainly a lump in his trousers and it felt quite firm against me, it made me wonder if he had ideas for later. I didn’t.

The song finished and returning to our seats we drank some of the replenished brandies and danced to ‘Bright Eyes’ then right at the little twinkly notes at the end of the song my phone beeped to say Terry had arrived. We finished our drinks, Henry settled the bill and we made our way to the cooler night air and the comfortable warmth of Terry’s car.

“Thank you Terry.”

“What’s that Henry?”

“For being taxi.”

“You’re welcome. What was it like?”

“I thought it’s been a wonderful evening, what say you Valerie?”

“Wonderful…” I raved about everything: food, wine, music, napkins, ambiance, the works.

Terry was surprisingly chatty and the two of us went into the full details of the food and wine, listed some of the music the pianist played… “and then she played ‘Carolina Moon’…

“I know what happened then.”

“What’s that?”

“I bet you had a little dance.” Terry gave a knowing smirk.

“Mmmm yes. And Henry was a naughty boy.”

“How’s that?”

“He was touching mummy’s titty and rubbing his willy on me.”

“Oh no.” in a mock shock manner, “that naughty man.” Terry later told me Henry, sitting in the back, had a little smile on his face but turned bright red.

We arrived at Henrys house and he was out of the car as quick as a flash.

“Are you going in Mum?”

“No no.”

The door opened and Mum stepped out.

“Are you coming in for a night cap. You too Terry?

I had to give him credit where due inviting us both in for a drink. “That’s very sweet of you Henry and it would round the lovely evening off but, well to be honest I have a lot to do in the morning and I do need my beauty sleep before I turn into Cinderella.”

“Understood m’lady.” He bowed, just slightly, took my hand and raised it for a kiss.

“We can do better than that.” I moved in for a series of kisses on the lips, nothing major or earth shattering but enough to please him. We hugged for a few seconds before I stepped back.

“Thank you my dear for a splendid nevşehir escort bayan evening, I hope we can do it again sometime.”

I placed my hand on my tummy; “This lot needs to go down first. Thank you Henry.” I gave one more kiss on his lips and returned to the passenger seat.

“Good night Valerie.”

“Yes it really has been a good night, thanks again Henry.”

The door closed and he blew me a kiss. Two taps on the roof indicated it was time to go and we started moving.

“I saw you crying.”

“Ya.”

“Jealous?”

“Ya.”

“Good.”

A big intake of air and he let it out again. “Hmm.”

“In that case don’t hang about. I need to say something else when we get home.”

The rest of the journey was in silence, we got home, I kicked my stilettos off and headed for the bathroom, thunder peed and farted, had a freshening wash and wearing only hold up stockings went to the kitchen where Terry had made coffees.

“Nice. What else do you need to say Mum?”

I bent over the three island laying my chest flat on the worktop and gripping the other edge; “Fuck me.” Simple, factual, straightforward; “Fuck me.”

Well I’m so glad I had a little play to open up and lubricate while washing as he slammed into me so hard and just as I’d planned and hoped started humping so violently it should have been hurting,. My first orgasm was quick, a real slammer ‘n cummer, no build up just bang like a firework. I knew that the second would be different but only if Terry will last long enough. He was like a wild animal giving it everything he had, with only one thing on his mind and that was to reclaim and impregnate his wandering female. Without a variation in his rhythm he grabbed my arms and pulled them back behind me, with all four hands locked together on my bum there was only one thing I could do, my total submission to my baby son was unconditional and I felt the tension deep in my tummy rising, I felt my cunt heaving against the speeding onslaught it so desperately needed for the orgasm of the decade. My muscles squeezed and pulse against anything they could as the tension grew, I could even feel some cramping up. My hips tried hard to push up to let more in to fill the… the… sticky white fertility giving… I was staring into the abyss, into the darkness of the biggest fucking orgasm possible (actually staring into the eyes of mister moggie as he looked up from the floor below me) and felt the tempo slow.

“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE STOP.” I half hissed, half shouted.

Terry tried hard but my all out planet earth destruction nuclear explosion turned into a little bit of a fizzle and a pop, yes I did cum but not what I was hoping for. Right there, right then I wished for the first time ever, I wished there was someone to take over, I wished it was a threesome.

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Pink Baby Dolls Pt. 03

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Good god, what had he done?

He’d thrown down the gauntlet and his sister, Jocelyn, had taken it up without a moment’s hesitation, accepting his lewd proposition as if he were doing her a favour. She’d caught him in a… let’s say, ‘awkward’ position, and when she’d refused to leave because “she needed to learn about this stuff to get a boyfriend”, (wtf?), he’d said that in that case ‘she’ could be the star of the show, the one ‘caught with her pants down’. Literally. In hindsight, he’d probably over-reacted in suspecting her of trying to set him up, or of having some kind of ulterior motive for coming downstairs and watching him, but he hadn’t for a minute believed that she’d actually ACCEPT his ‘terms’ when he’d thrown them out there. When she’d walked in on him unannounced, he’d been angry and embarrassed but he wasn’t going to apologize for being wary. If anyone was going to end up being put in a vulnerable position it wasn’t going to be him. He’d been made a fool of before and he wasn’t about to let it happen again.

In high school, Mark hadn’t needed to buy the oversized shirts or non-prescription glasses to portray the persona of the studious geek that he deliberately cultivated now. He had been that guy! And just like in a classic bad movie, he’d regularly helped an out-of-his-league little bitch with her homework until one day, again just like in the movie, when he’d been approaching her from behind to hand off his latest assignment, he’d heard her mocking and disparaging him with her gaggle of girlfriends. Never again.

He didn’t have relationships now; he had ‘transactions’. Who would have thought but, nowadays, there seemed to be any number of young women on campus approaching him for help with their studies. The currency of exchange was always negotiated and clearly understood in advance. He supposed he’d turned cold and calculating but it seemed to work for him and he always had an adequate supply of ‘additional assignments’.

Now, on his wide-screen TV in the private basement suite of his family’s home, his for when he was here from university, Jocelyn watched the porn she’d caught him jerking off to. She stared at the screen with wide-eyed fascination as a scrawny chick with huge tits deep-throated a fat, balding guy who was holding her head steady by the hair to fuck her face. His sister was too young and innocent to be watching this shit. Her friend was supposed to be having a pajama party for Jocelyn’s 18th birthday tonight but their parents had insisted they both return from school for the long weekend and then had, as usual, promptly taken off and left them alone. She’d come downstairs with who-knew-what on her mind, in crotch-length pink baby doll pjs and matching panties wearing pink stilettos that she teetered on slightly as she grasped the 3/4 empty bottle of pink bubbly she’d apparently gotten to celebrate her birthday with her friend.

Watching her watch the screen made him a lot more… unsettled… than watching it himself ever had. He’d never heard of a girl approaching her own brother to learn about sex but what did he know. He couldn’t say he was well-acquainted with so-called ‘family life’. His friends didn’t discuss family around him either because they knew his was virtually non-existent, so maybe it wasn’t so unusual for sisters to ask for advice after all. The whole idea seemed pretty fraught with challenges in his opinion but he’d rather she got advice from him rather than any kind of instruction from the majority of assholes out there. Men were pigs and well he knew it.

He glanced back towards her, at those wide eyes taking it all in. She looked so young in her naivety; he felt so tired in his villainy. “Christ!” He grabbed the remote, deliberately clicked off the porn and spun off the couch, “I need a drink.” and stalked towards the bartop in the kitchen, tightening the tented towel wrapped around his waist. “And you!” he turned briefly and pointed to the door, “need to go. Now.”

“Hey! Why’d you do that? I was watching that, you know!”

With his back and wide shoulders turned to her while he poured his drink, her eyes explored his suite. This didn’t look like the space of the skinny little geek who’d turned into the tall, lanky scruff of a scholar with the attitude of a viper. She didn’t know where he got his style, but this wasn’t the sterile, modern decor of his parents. It was classy but warm and inviting. She could imagine a fireplace, though there wasn’t one. There was a big desk, the matching bookshelf serving as a divider between the main living area and his bedroom and full of books that were obviously not just for show. On his desk was a lone laptop: definitely not the gaming set-up she’d somehow been expecting. He had his own style; not one molded by the low expectations of their parents; whereas she, with her Barbie-doll-bedroom and accessories, was not only living down to those expectations, but usually felt, and worse, was treated, like they defined her. Alcohol blurred the flash of insight and she decided sakarya escort to think about it when she was sober.

In the corner she spotted weights, a bench and a set of mysterious metal bars running up the wall. Well, that explained the ropes of muscles that laddered his stomach, knotted through his chest and twisted down his arms that he’d evidently been hiding beneath his big, ugly button-downs, and which now rippled in the subdued lighting as he moved. He looked like a damned anatomy lesson.

She didn’t know what explained the package he’d been hiding in his pants, but that was another lesson altogether.

He leaned back on the counter to face her. “Jocelyn, get back upstairs. You being down here in that frilly little… ” he waved his hand up and down at her, “princess outfit; it’s not appropriate for a little sister.” From the cotton-candy coloured frills of her hi-cut panties to the ruffles of her low-cut top and powder puff high heels, she was a sugar-spun confection that was going to land him in a hot, sticky mess. Inappropriate, but he was starting to drool for a taste. He looked away. He had to get her out of here.

She immediately turned all ‘Jocelyn-like’. “But you promised! You said you were going to help me get a boyfriend! You don’t know what it’s like, being fat and not knowing any guys or really anything about them and all your friends knowing more than you about all this sex stuff.”

Forgetting about the protrusion under his towel, he rested his elbows back on the counter with studied indifference, and crossed one ankle over the other. “I promised nothing.” The crystal in his hand sparkled as he swirled the ice cubes in his drink but that wasn’t what was making his mouth water. She was soft, rounded and curved, dimpled in all the right places, with cheerleader-sculpted calves and arms. Fat indeed, he thought in disgust, looking into his drink. She really didn’t understand guys at all.

As Mark looked her over, apparently finding her lacking, Jocelyn eyed him right back. Who was this guy and what had he done with her geeky brother? This guy looked like a rockstar, albeit one who ate healthy and used every muscle in his body to put on a spectacular show. His hair, usually dull black, shrouding his head and hiding the startling green eyes she vaguely remembered, now shone raven from his shower and was combed back from his face to reveal, not a scraggly tangle of aftergrowth, but a clean-cut square jaw under stark cheekbones.

“You look different,” she said. His skin was bronzed and sleek and the towel tied below his hip bones threw intriguing shadows into the concaves that backeted the darkening line of curls that led to the distraction below. He’d shed his sheep’s clothing and was all wicked wolf.

He just shrugged and looked at her blandly.

He exuded confidence and leisurely detachment while she, on the other hand, was a fat, naive, stereotypical ‘good little Catholic girl’ who would probably never get a boyfriend and barely had a family. She sighed dejectedly, “Fine”, she said, turning to face the door where she’d entered, uninvited. “I’ll go.”

Devoid of any thought process on his part whatsoever, his eyes dropped to her ass when she turned and there he beheld two of the most glorious globes of pearly white flesh he had ever had the good fortune to lay his eyes on, bisected by a slash of pink thong that disappeared teasingly up the crack between them.

Now that he thought about it, maybe he’d been too hasty sending her away.

She had looked so forlorn as she’d turned to go and he supposed that as long as he didn’t actually ‘touch’ her, it seemed just teaching her what she wanted to know or giving her advice was innocent enough. Yes, for her sake he might as well let her stay.

“Wait, Jos!”

When she whirled around to face him, he was gutted by the hope he saw there. It had been a long time since he’d even considered that someone in his family would honestly want to spend time with him. He wasn’t sure how he felt about it. Especially Jocelyn, who had borne the brunt of his hostility despite having suffered the same scars of rejection as he from having been continually shipped off to boarding schools and summer camps. He supposed it wasn’t fair that she end up the victim of his displaced hostility yet again. Unfamiliar feelings of closeness and warmth finalized his decision to let her stay but this was still not the time to start letting anyone know about the feelings of isolation that had been bedevilling him lately. “It’s okay. You can stay. But you don’t need any help with finding a boyfriend. Any guy would be lucky to have you just glance his way. All you need is a little confidence.” He congratulated himself on that having come out sounding like the supportive big brother.

She blushed at the compliment. “Really! You don’t mind helping me?” But then her brow furrowed in concern and she nervously bit her bottom lip. “But you were talking about me touching myself. escort sakarya I’m not sure how to even do that and I don’t get how that would help me get a boyfriend.”

And just like that, his mind went out-of-bounds thinking of her touching herself. “Uh. Right. Well,…” he cleared his throat, “knowing yourself and being familiar with what a guy likes can make it less scary if you find a guy you really like. Most guys like a woman who knows what she likes.”. That was being helpful, right?

“But I’m pretty sure I’m…ah…frigid. Well, at least most of the time. Like, I’ve never watched porn before or,… ah,… you,… but, you know, other than that. Like when I’m having a shower or whatever, I don’t, ah, touch myself like that, y’know,” she floundered. “And I don’t feel anything when I do.”

His blood had started to rush in his ears so he hadn’t really heard everything she’d said but the one word that had stuck out was ‘frigid’. He was sure he could help with that. Absolutely. Definitely he could be helpful. “Ah, I think, at least based on your earlier reactions I should say, we can probably cure you of that with not much problem,” he mumbled somewhat incoherently.

“Should I come there and lay down where you were?”

“What??? No! I mean, no. No, that’s probably not a good idea. Not now, maybe later. I’ll… ah… I’ll let you know. For now I’ll just sit on the couch and.. you stand there… no, back another step… right,… and I’ll tell you what to do. You know, what girls like; how they like to be touched. Or seem to like. Or I’m pretty sure they like.” Shit, god dammit, I sound like a bloody idiot he thought to himself. Ok, just get your mind out of the gutter and focus.

“Do you have any music?”

“Music?” he echoed. “Oh, right, music. Good idea. Great idea really. I’ll put something on.”

She took another swig from her bottle and he froze, watching as her lips, like two tantalizing halves of a juicy plum, enveloped the head of the bottle and took a pull on it, hollowing out her cheeks. His heart started to beat erratically bringing visions from the video to overlap with reality until he shook himself like the dog he was and adjusted himself to sit on the couch.

She stood a yard or so away – not far enough. “Take another step back. Ok, good. Just put the bottle on the table for now.” He could do this if he could just figure out where to start. “Ok, let’s see…” He crossed his hands between his spread knees to hide the bulge under his towel. “Girls are all romantic-like, you know,” he thought out loud. “They like kissing and…. ” Christ, why was she looking at him like that? His eyes flared in realization and he said quite forcefully, “and, no, don’t look at me like that! I was just informing you of the fact, I’m not going to show you. There will be no demonstrations. None. That would be… weird. “. He glanced up, “Right?” He shook his head and swiped his hand over his face. “Maybe you can start by closing your eyes and imagining someone… not me… kissing you. Try running your fingers softly over your lips… and then let your hand continue down your neck. Tip your head back, no, keep your eyes closed! Now, let both hands play up and down your throat imagining someone nibbling down to your collar bones. Yeah, good. Sway with the music like that. How does that feel?”

“Hmmm. That feels nice and relaxing. My body just wants to move with the music all on its own.”

“Perfect, that’s just what we want, isn’t it?” He swallowed. “We want you to be relaxed and your hips to be moving in a nice steady rhythm.” He could imagine his hands on those hips guiding her up and down in a nice steady rhythm… No. No he couldn’t. Couldn’t imagine that at all.

Jocelyn continued to sway, her head tilted back and rolling from side to side, with her hips tilting forward and following the side to side movement. She ran her hands up from the slender column of her throat to the back of her neck and tousled her fingers through her long golden locks. A little purr of pleasure escaped her and she raised one shoulder to nestle against her cheek. “I feel so… cozy,” she hummed deep in her throat.

Yeah, no. Not frigid.

“Running your fingers through your hair like that… that’s perfect Jos… let your body express itself with your sounds and motions and do whatever feels natural.”

“Yeah, it feels sooo good. You’re really good at this,” she said dreamily, her hips swaying as she feathered her hair around her shoulders.

Guilt niggled at him but he pushed through it. “Now slide your hands back down your throat and let your fingers play along your neckline.”

Jocelyn ran her fingers back and forth along the deep-cut fabric of pink froth above her bosom. The prickly tickle quickened her breathing a little, sensitized her breasts, and the warmth that it brought to her private parts down below felt foreign and embarrassing. She didn’t know what to think so she decided to just feel instead.

Mark sakarya escort bayan watched Jocelyn pull the neckline of her gown down further so she could dip into her cleavage and across the creamy mounds of her breasts. He could see her nipples straining through the fabric and he could think of any number of ways to relieve them. Instead, dutiful brother that he was, he said, “Put your hands up underneath your top and touch your… I don’t know – whatever you call them – hold your boobs in your palms.” Her hands slipped up under her pjs and settled where his were twitching to be.

She threw her head back again and a little moan of pleasure escaped from deep in her chest. “Oh, they feel different today,” she murmured, her eyes dropping closed again. “Bigger,” her head dropped to the left. “Harder,” her head languidly swept to the right.

“Yeah. I know exactly what you mean,” he swallowed, smirking at himself. This had probably not been a good idea. Jocelyn was too responsive. Too trusting. Too… just ‘too’ everything and it felt like his brain was shutting down. He couldn’t remember exactly what had made him agree to this. What he ‘did’ know though was that Jocelyn’s breasts were desperate for the attention they needed. He was tasked with educating her to pleasure herself and he always took his responsibilities seriously. “Hold them in the palms of your hands and then shape them. Massage them. You can start gently but it seems to me they need a good working over, don’t you.”

She followed his instructions. “Ahh. Yes! That’s good.” Her chest was thrust out, her breathing had quickened to double-time, and her head and hips tossed from left to right with the music, as her hands continued their explorations under her top. “This doesn’t feel like it does in the shower.”

He wasn’t going to touch her but he couldn’t deny himself a look. A much closer look.

“I need to see what you’re doing Jocelyn.” He licked his lips. “Take off your top.”

Her eyes slowly blinked open and she hesitated. “I’m not sure if I should be taking my clothes off. I….”

“Show me your tits Jocelyn,” he looked at her under heavy lids. “I need to make sure you’re following instructions and doing everything right.”

“Oh, right… Okay.” Slowly she crossed her arms, accentuating the luscious crease between the soft pillows of her chest and dropped her hands to the swirly hem of her ruffles. Her body had started to sway again and she kept her eyes on his as they followed the inch by inch reveal of flauntingly feminine skin. She stopped when she reached her bosom, took a steadying breath, and then whipped her top up and over her head, throwing it off to the side. If she ever needed a side-job, her modesty gave her the impeccable timing to be a top-rate stripper, although she was obviously unaware of how provocative her innocence was.

She reached over to her now-almost-empty bottle on the coffee table and the pendulous orbs of her magnificent breasts swayed with the movement. He suffered through watching her take another sip.

“Oh! I like this song!” The undulations of her body quickened and she felt sexy; sexy like she’d never felt before and she could see the effect of it in her big brother’s eyes. He liked the gyration of her hips, the jiggle of her boobs, and she liked him liking them. He was the perfect person to practice her new-found powers on. She felt so safe with him and he was being so kind and supportive. Having him look at her brought out such strange reactions in her and she loved the feeling of them sweeping through and taking over her body. He looked so different than the brother she thought she knew and he had some kind of magnetism that made her just want to get closer to him. To reach out and touch him. Slide her hands over his arms and down his chest. She licked her lips and ran her hands down her sides, in over her waist to her belly button and then back out to caress the rounds of her hips. It didn’t help the hunger that was building within her; hunger for what exactly, or how to quench it, she wasn’t sure, but she knew she didn’t want to walk away from it.

He watched as the cool evening air curled over her nakedness, stippling her nipples and making them taut and puckered, pulling the swirling skirts of her areolas to ruche up tight around them. He was almost drooling to taste them. Pre-cum bubbled from his throbbing cock.

No doubt about it, he was at a crossroads. He had to choose his path now because he was losing his wits and the divergent roads in front of him felt like life-deciding choices. There was right and there was wrong, but society’s ‘right’ might cause him to wrong his sister and hurt her feelings. The voice in his right ear said he should send her away and just finish what he started before she’d come downstairs; before the temptation to take her became too much and this digressed into something unretractable. The voice in his left reminded him she had said that she needed him. Someone from his family actually needed him, wanted him. And he could see the want in her eyes, pulling at his heartstrings. And… other places. Surely he could guard her innocence while giving her the knowledge and experience she needed. The satisfaction and release she craved. Yes, he had to think of her. He would master his lust and do it for her.

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“Dude, you don’t look too excited about going home this weekend.”

Having been lost in thought, Rick snapped out of it. “I’m supposed to be excited about going home for the weekend?” he asked as though wondering why he should be. He was actually somewhat nervous about how the weekend would go. Would it be as exciting as last weekend or had that just been a one-time thing? He had no clue.

“Of course, he’s excited,” Josh said. “He’s going home to hug on his mama some more.”

“While you go home to sneak peeks at your mom’s big titties?” he threw back.

“Can I come home with you? I want to see those tits also?” Edmund joined in.

“In your dreams,” Josh fired back. “Unless I can come look at your mom’s ass.”

They all laughed.

“Why the sudden preoccupation with our moms?” Rick wanted to know.

“I don’t think it’s sudden,” Josh opined. “I just think we’re finally getting around to talking about it.”

“Particularly when you consider that, for losers like us, they’re the three most beautiful women in our lives,” Edmund added.

“That makes us sound pathetic,” Rick said.

“But true,” Josh agreed.

“Well, since we’re being depraved,” Edmund joked, “whose mom would you most like to fuck? And you can say your own.”

“What the hell kind of question is that?” Rick asked trying to make it sound degenerate.

“Seriously, Edmund?” Josh said.

“Oh, come on, you guys. Tell me you haven’t already thought about that.”

Neither Josh nor Rick said anything.

“You guys realize that your silence is your answer?” Edmund prodded.

“You started this,” Rick noted, steering attention away from himself, “who’s your choice?”

With a big grin, Edmund boldly announced, “I’m not particular. I would be satisfied with either Megan or Sherry.” He chuckled. “Or both.”

“Now, you’re really dreaming.”

“I agree,” Josh said. “Either Sherry or Sara would be fine. And both would be icing on the cake. You’re up, Rick.”

It was a no brainer. “Okay, well as long as we’re being ridiculous, Megan first, then Sara. Likewise, both would be the grand prize.”

“Neither of you would do your own mom?” Edmund asked.

“Dude, are you serious?” Josh pressed.

“Guys, we watch movies about moms and sons fucking all the time.”

“Are you saying you want to fuck your mom?” Rick questioned, but he didn’t make it sound preposterous.

Realizing the hole he’d dug himself, Edmund waltzed around it. “Guys, we’re just shooting the shit. I’m saying with all those movies we’ve seen, as we were watching them, you never once thought about doing it with your mom?”

“Can’t say I did,” Rick gave as a safe answer. Undoubtedly, he might have had such thoughts, though with no expectation of it ever happening. It had been a while since they’d watched such porn.

“Me, too,” Josh concurred.

But as they rode the remainder of the way home mostly in silence, it was now in forefront of each of their minds.

* * *

Sherry awoke very early on Friday morning to perform housework that she had not gotten around to because of all the time she had spent with Megan and Sara. As the week had progressed and she gave into the influence of her two friends, and with that the eagerness to be with them that developed, it did not compare to the excitement that was building in her in anticipation of Rick returning home. She only hoped that he was as eager as she was. She had a floating notion that perhaps he would not want to continue with what had started last weekend. But she refused to dwell on it and pushed it from her mind. Instead, she dressed in a very sheer and revealing one-piece outfit in preparation of good things to come.

* * *

Rick, on the other hand, entered his home with apprehension after Edmund dropped him off. Strangely, and maybe it was a bad sign, his mother was not around. He remembered last weekend finding her in the study staring off into space. But today, she was not there either. Sadly, he went into his bedroom, deposited his overnight bag, and then went into the den. He considered turning on the TV, but suddenly, he was not interested in it.

He lay down on the sofa wondering where she was, but the mystery was solved in minutes when she appeared. He didn’t know whether he was more surprised by her sudden appearance or her breathtaking attire. She wore a black, totally see-through, all-in-one, low-cut, sleeveless, strapless, loose-fitting pants outfit. He grew an instant hard on.

“I’m hoping by your stunned expression that you’re happy to see me,” Sherry said by way of greeting.

“I’m not sure stunned quite covers it,” he responded. “Where did you get that?”

“I bought it to wear for your father, but I couldn’t wait to see you and—even though we joked about doing it again—I wasn’t certain this would be a continuation of last weekend and I was hoping this would maybe help that along.”

“You want it to be a continuation?”

“Well, without sounding too kırıkkale escort anxious, yes!” With a frown, she added, “You?”

“I actually came home wondering the same thing. But yes, I do, too.”

In unison, they both breathed their relief. Seeing each other do that, they laughed.

Happy now, Sherry plopped over the arm of the sofa where her son’s head rested. She twisted her body, wrapping a hand around his head and faced him.

Rick couldn’t help reaching up to fondle his mother’s breast.

“So, was it hard making it through the week?” she asked.

“It was,” Rick answered. He then grinned and held up his hand, made a loose fist and shook it up and down in the classic jerk-off gesture. “But l managed. You?”

Sherry nodded. “The same,” she said, having no intention of explaining how. She wrapped her upper body around his and kissed him softly. She then kissed a trail down his chest on his T-shirt, raising it above his belly button to peck his exposed abdomen. She didn’t stop there, palming and kissing his massive erection through his pants. She was too anxious to refrain from unzipping his pants so she could get her hand around his cock. She pushed his shorts down far enough for him to squirm the rest of the way out of them.

In a move he didn’t expect, his mother straddled him, sliding her hips back and forth to rub her covered pussy—such as it was—against his cock buffered by his underpants. She was facing away from him so he reached up and around to cup both of her breasts in his hands. A minute or so later, Sherry turned around still straddling him.

Rick sat up to kiss his mother, having longed for the touch and taste of her lips. In response, she wrapped her legs around his waist. After a minute of enjoying each other’s mouths, Rick kissed her neck and the exposed part of her chest. Not content to stop there, he pulled her top down to bare her beautiful breasts. Her nipples became the next focus of his attention, and he sucked those succulent knobs.

Sherry pulled his head firmly against her wanting him to use pressure. Rick gave equal time to each breast, even putting his face between them and rubbing the milky orbs against his checks. His mother giggled. Leaning her back, he slid her top down from below her breasts to her waist kissing and licking the newly exposed skin.

Keeping them on equal ground, Sherry removed her son’s T-shirt. She then pressed her bare chest against his, reveling at the unique feel of skin against skin, and her lips to his. From her exploits with her friends, Sherry had developed an even greater appreciation for kissing than the enjoyment she already had. And while kissing another woman was soft and sweet, there was still something about pressing her mouth against a man’s firm touch. She pushed him back to supine to savor their lip lock.

A few minutes later, Sherry sat up dragging her palms down his chest. She made certain to also drag her tits over his erection, then kissed it through his undershorts. She toyed with him by playing with his cock without exposing it. Rick squirmed wanting her to pull his dick out, even attempting to sit up, but she pushed him back down and finally relented.

Rick moaned like a child with her first lick of his shaft. After a couple more strokes of her tongue, Sherry teased him by slowly easing down his drawers, but only as far as his knees. Heightening his anticipation, she laboriously took hold of his pulsing cock and raised it to her lips. Halting there, she smiled, and then kissed the soft skin beneath the crown. Continuing her teasing, she did nothing more than lick his shaft up and down, coating it with her sticky saliva.

Rick thought his head would explode with anticipation until his mother sucked his balls. It was something, but still not enough until she finally lifted his cock, covered it with her mouth and sucked it down halfway. He let out a heavy sigh as she continued to bob up and down on his dick, gradually taking in more until she finally deep-throated him. It was what he had desperately been waiting for. She went back to licking his rod and sucking his balls, and now, anything she did was fine with him.

Sherry could feel his penis pulsing at a quickened pace so she halted what she was doing. She didn’t want him to come yet. She rose up to her knees and pulled her garment down that far revealing the matching bikini panties that accompanied her outfit. She teased him a bit by playing with her tits, and then stretched one leg out to slide the material off of her leg.

Rick sat up and latched his lips onto one of her nipples, but only until she knelt on her bare leg and lifted the other for him to remove her outfit the rest of the way. She then straddled his cock, rubbing her covered pussy on it. He reached up and pawed her bouncing breasts and tweaked her hard nipples. She slid back enough to reach down and grab his cock, moving her fist in time to her hips.

With a sigh, Rick thought kırıkkale escort bayan how fantastic it was to have a woman hold his dick, so much nicer than holding it himself. She held it in such a way that she could jerk it and rub her pussy on it at the same time. The strained expression on his face told her that he was in heaven, but for her, it wasn’t enough. She pulled her panty leg aside to expose her pussy so she could rub skin against skin. He reached out, pressed his thumb against her clit and heard her breathing quicken.

Finally, she could take it no more so she lifted her crotch up. Rick got the message and pulled her panties off. With her legs stretched out to accomplish this, he grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her pussy to his mouth, her hole coming in perfect contact with his pointed tongue. She had a fresh, clean taste, obviously having washed herself in anticipation of him coming home.

Her son’s talented tongue felt so good on her desirous pussy that she lay back on his legs. She’d like to see her and Megan and Sara try this position. But as good as it was, she’d had more than enough pussy-licking this week. What she hadn’t had and desperately wanted was a large cock jammed up her vagina. She sat up, planted a leg on the floor and eased her vulva down to be split by his pre-cum dripping dick. The ultra-high-pitched sigh that escaped her lips was completely involuntary.

After a couple of bounces on his cock to get both of them nice and gooey, Sherry planted her feet under his armpits and leaned her upper body back supported by her arms and fucked away. Sara and Megan could make any justifications they wanted, but there was nothing like fucking a cock.

For his part, Rick rather enjoyed being on the bottom. It was a totally different feeling from being on top, and the way his mother moved up and down and around brought new sensations to him. She was really moving faster now. He could feel liquid beginning to puddle at the base of his rod.

Barely missing a beat, Sherry awkwardly rolled them over. Rick planted one leg on the floor.

“Now I want you to really fuck me,” Sherry urged.

He complied and she had to hold on to her breasts because they were being jostled around too much. So, desperate was she that she came almost instantly in a massive orgasm unlike anything she had experienced during the week. She even broke out in a sweat. Her hands on his hips, she would not let him stop thrusting until she had wrung every ounce of pleasure she could from this climax.

But she finally had to let him go because his deeply wrinkled face and clenched teeth told her that he was about to burst. He pulled out an instant before the first jets of semen rocketed out of his shaft and onto her neck, tits and abdomen. And they came and came and came until she was virtually covered in the stuff. She had a big grin on her face as he collapsed, totally spent, and came to rest against her, ignoring the fact that he was coming to rest in a lake of his own cum.

When he realized that, Rick started laughing without concern. It was contagious, causing Sherry to do the same. As an added humorous gesture, she moved her stomach around smearing the mess all over him. But he was too happy to care. And so was she.

After a few minutes, as they felt the stickiness starting to dry, they both got up and headed to the bathroom to clean up.

Rick had grabbed his clothes and brought them into the bathroom.

“No reason to dress,” Sherry said. “I’m sure we’ll be doing a lot more of this.”

“Sounds good to me. What’s for dinner? Or do you want to send out for pizza?”

“I fixed something special,” she said. “I’ll get it ready.”

Rick followed her toward the kitchen somewhat amused to see her make sure all the curtains were closed and doors were locked along the way. “What about your friends? You locking them out?” he asked reaching for a soda.

“Let them fuck their own sons.”

Rick nearly choked on his drink. After a coughing a few times, he asked, “Are they?”

“What?” Then realizing what she’d said, she added, “Oh, I don’t think so. That was just a poor attempt at a joke. Unless you know something I don’t.”

“No, I don’t know anything. I’m not sure they would admit it even if they were. I certainly haven’t said anything about us.”

“Good, because if they think it’s really wrong, it could ruin all of our relationships.” But in the back of her mind, Sherry really wondered about her friends. If they were doing what amounted to lesbianism, what would prevent them from fucking their sons also? Now she was curious. She had to figure out a way to find out. “Do you boys even talk about such things?”

“What such things?”

“Sex.”

“Of course, we talk about sex. Josh and Edmund are no better off than I am in that department.”

“Have they ever discussed having sex with their mothers? In a hypothetical sort of way?”

Rick chose his words escort kırıkkale carefully. “We watch porn movies about that, so I guess we have had some ‘what would it be like?’ thoughts. But I don’t remember either one of them ever saying they actually wanted to do that.”

“Do you think they really do want to?”

“They’re not much different than me so I don’t see why not.”

“Do you think most guys think about having sex with their mothers?”

“When their mothers look like you and Sara and Megan.”

“Would you like to fuck Sara and Megan?”

“Mom! Really?”

“It’s okay if you say you do. They’re both attractive women. Why wouldn’t you want to?”

But he didn’t answer and she didn’t press him.

* * *

When Edmund arrived home, his mother was moving around straightening things out. She wore short shorts of a very soft and flimsy material that really showed off her ass. He tried not to be too obvious in watching her but, while he had seen her numerous times in shorts, he couldn’t remember her wearing any that short. He wondered why now, not that he was complaining. It also occurred to him that, given the discussion on the ride home, perhaps he was looking at her in a different light.

Then there was her top. It matched her shorts except that it was like a zippered, long-sleeve jacket, but better still, it was unzipped halfway down her front. He also noticed—maybe for the first time—that her small breasts actually looked appealing. Stealing closer glances, he was fairly certain she was braless.

Edmund had to wonder; was she dressing so differently, or had he just never paid close enough attention?

“Eddie, are you okay?” Sara asked.

Damn! She’d caught him. “I’m fine. Why?”

“You seem lost in thought.”

Maybe he hadn’t been caught. “Just school work on my mind.”

“Oh, okay. Well, dinner is still an hour away, so go get comfortable.”

“Need any help?”

Sara did a double-take. Edmund rarely offered to help. “Uh, I guess you can set the table.”

And so he did. And all the while, he was uncharacteristically sneaking glances at her as she flitted around the kitchen. Not only did she appear not to have a bra on, but it also seemed she was pantyless. Had he really not ever noticed things like that before? Otherwise, why would she suddenly change? Damn Rick and Josh for putting these notions in his head.

Realizing he suddenly had a raging hard on, he excused himself to wash up for dinner. In his bedroom, he closed the door, laid on his bed, pulled out his aching cock and pumped it furiously, unbelievably aroused by the thought of his mother.

* * *

A weird feeling came over Sara. She was certain her son had been eying her up and down. But why? She hadn’t done anything different to herself. She was the same as she always was. She hadn’t worn this outfit in a while—it had worked its way to the bottom of her drawer and she’d only discovered it this morning. But Edmund had certainly seen her in it before. Perhaps he didn’t remember. But what about it, or any part of her today, for that matter, was so different as to give him an erection?

Had Sara simply not noticed him paying such close attention to her in the past? She had to admit to herself that she found it somewhat flattering. But it was also just a little odd. A little odd? It was really odd! After all, he was her son. However, it just as quickly occurred to her that the intimate relationship she had with Megan, and now Sherry, was just as offbeat. The only difference was that Edmund was her son. The girls were just friends.

Did that really matter?

The more Sara thought about her son admiring her, she found herself getting somewhat aroused. She shook her head at the absurd notion and looked around as though someone was watching her. But no one was. Still, she couldn’t shake the notion from her head.

She found herself walking down the hallway toward the bedrooms—his and hers, though his was first. She also curiously realized that she did so stealthily. At his door, she halted. It was closed, but not tightly. There was enough of an opening for her to peek in. Did she dare? He was sneaking looks at her; turnabout was fair play.

A gasp nearly escaped her lips as she glimpsed him lying on his bed with his hand firmly wrapped around his rather sizeable penis. His fist was a blur as it moved up and down so rapidly. Sara’s mouth gaped open in awe. With her husband gone for so long, she hadn’t seen a dick in some time. She was mesmerized by the sight of her son’s. Add to that what he was doing to it and she couldn’t help breathing heavier. Her pussy was even feeling wet.

The question now was what should she do? It would be fantastic to remain here and watch that cock spurt all over the place. But that wasn’t proper. Her son was entitled to his privacy. She should go to her own room and do exactly what he was doing. But strangely, that didn’t seem as exciting as standing here. Her hand dropped down between her legs.

It was thrilling to watch him compliment his hand with upward thrusts of his hips. Sara found herself pushing the door open a slight bit more without realizing it so she could have a better view. His face was a study in intense concentration. She wondered what he was using as mental motivation.

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(Author’s note: This is a work of fiction and, as such, does not reflect any actual events. Character resemblance to any persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The author does not condone any of his demented fantasies being played out in reality unless all parties involved are of legal age, sound mind and fully agreeable to the scenario beforehand. Please, remember it’s just a story and try to not take it too seriously. Thanks for reading and happy fapping!)

Sinful Sunday

*****

“Dammit, Sharon! Why didn’t you tell me you were going to take him to bed with you?”

“I thought you knew! Jim said you told him to talk to me.”

“I knew you wanted to, but I didn’t think you’d actually go through with it.”

“I wouldn’t have if he hadn’t mentioned it this morning after you left.”

“You couldn’t text me an update after telling me about dinner?”

“I didn’t think I needed to!”

“Didn’t think you needed to let me know you were going to fuck our son?”

“We talked about that last night.”

“I didn’t know you’d decided to do it this morning!”

“Well, I thought you had already okay’d it.”

“What? Why would you think that?”

“Jim said you talked to him about it before I got up. Ask him.”

They both turned to look at me and I smiled tightly, desperately trying to not squirm nervously under their sphinx-like gazes. “You did tell me I should talk to her, dad.”

“Yeah, about how you’re doing. Work and life and thoughts on college, not ‘mom wants to fuck, you should jump on that’. I mean, kudos to you for taking the chance I gave you to talk with her about having sex and all, but…damn, Jim! I think you could have just told her for real.”

I glanced contritely over at her. “But you did want to, didn’t you, mom?”

She harshly knotted her hastily-donned, blue robe shut then wagged a warning finger at me, “oh, no! Don’t you try to put this on me. I never would have said a word to you if you hadn’t made me think your father had told you…,” she faltered, her displeasure tripping over her exposed desires, “about what I wanted.” She turned away, hugging her arms around her bosom and looking at the floor.

“She wanted to. You knew she wanted to. I wanted to,” I pleaded with dad and tried to shrug it off while frantically wracking my brain for a way out of this mess. “We did. And we had a real good time, didn’t we, mom? What’s the problem?”

“The problem, son,” dad growled at me, “is how did you know she wanted to in the first place? And why wasn’t I told? More than a little bit of a shock to walk in on that, let me tell you.”

“I knew because mom said so last night,” I offered a small piece of the truth carefully, hoping I could fray its edges.

She stiffened and asked over her shoulder, “when did you hear me say that?”

“I overheard you two in your room after you got back from your date. You weren’t exactly quiet.”

“But you said this morning that we didn’t wake you up when we came home,” dad countered.

“Its a bit embarassing telling your dad you could hear him having wild sex with your mother. Drunk as you both were, you probably forgot I was even here.”

Dad fought to keep an embarrassed grin from wiping away his angry face and lost. “Well, there is that. I barely remember getting to the front door, let alone the bedroom.” He jovially nudged mom’s stony back, “I wasn’t even sure we’d done it last night until I noticed how wet you still were this morning.”

I rushed to steer away from that subject, “uh…y-you fell and hit your head in the bathroom after you and mom finished. I couldn’t wake you up or move you.”

“Why didn’t you wake me up to help?” Mom’s voice was so cold I shivered involuntarily.

I reached out to touch mom’s arm, but she twisted away. “I tried. You were unconscious, too. Thankfully dad was only out for a couple of minutes. When I couldn’t wake you, I headed back to check on him and he was already up.” I turned back to dad, “you said good night to me when we passed in the hallway. Remember?”

He rubbed at his injury. “I still have a lump, you know. And a headache. And I didn’t get dinner, yet.”

Mom whirled on him furiously, “Fuck your dinner, Greg! He lied to us. To me! He tricked me into sleeping with him!”

“Yeah, he took advantage of the situation. And, yeah, that was a big line to cross.” Dad put his hands on her shoulders, resisting her attempts to brush them away. “But you did want to go to bed with him. You can’t take that back now.”

“He wasn’t supposed to ever know I wanted to,” mom sniffed and wiped harshly at one eye before a tear could spill out of it. “Moms aren’t supposed to want to do that with their sons.”

“We’ve talked about this, honey. There’s nothing strange about loving your son, about wanting to teach him how to be a man. There’s nothing wierd about wanting to help him get past the awkwardness karabük escort of his first time or wanting him to enjoy it. There’s nothing abnormal about finding a handsome young man physically attractive. You know I’m not mad at you.” He hooked a finger under her chin and kissed her quivering lips softly. She cuddled into his chest as he embraced her, then he glared sternly down at me over her head. “Jim went about things in a very stupid way and I’m not happy about being left out of the decision, but what’s done is done. You can’t put the smoke back in the transistor as my Uncle Bill used to say.”

“I’m sorry, mom. I’ve wanted you for so long, that when I heard what you said last night, I kind of lost my mind.” I got up as my dad gestured with his head towards the door. Mom flinched but didn’t pull away when I touched her back. “I should have just told you what I heard. Told you I wanted you, too, instead of using dad to trick you. I wish I had done it differently, but I am glad I did it. I’ve had an amazing time with you today and I really want to do it again! I hope you can forgive me.”

One glittering, dark eye peered at me from behind the mask of her disheavaled hair, then she turned to bury her face against dad’s chest. He gave me a frown and kissed the top of her head as he shooed me away. I recognized that “let me talk to her” frown so I gathered up the wad of my clothing and slunk away like a beaten dog, my shame-heavy head slung low between my slumped shoulders. Not knowing what else to do, I crossed to my room and crawled into bed, pulling the covers tight all around me like a cocoon.

The warm darkness under my blankets swallowed me whole and I lay in a sludgy, black puddle of miserable guilt. I had ruined everything. I had taken too much advantage of several situations and now my mother hated me because of my awful lies. I began to prepare a mental inventory of my room for when they kicked me out in the morning and with each thing I considered, the memories attached to my stuff became more and more maudlin and heart-wrenching.

My new clothes and the fun day mom and I had shopping together. I’d have to shop by myself now. The ancient copy of HeroQuest in it’s faded and taped-repaired box that my dad found at a yard sale a couple of years ago and all the late nights the three of us had spent around a dinner-table-turned-dungeon-adventure. I wondered if I’d ever get to play it again. Leon, my one-eyed, hug-worn, stuffed lion they got me when a playground accident landed me in the hospital with a broken arm so many years ago. They probably didn’t even know I still had him. I shook silently as the tears began to creep blindly down my cheeks. What a damned fool I was! I’d thrown all that happiness away for some sex. I had gotten away with enough last night! Why did I have to push my luck today? Why did I push my luck at all? Why did I have to lust after my own mother so much? Why couldn’t I want another girl like a normal guy? What the hell was wrong with me?

My thoughts spiraled off into anger, depression, and self-loathing as I quietly cried myself to sleep.

—

“Jim?”

I pushed the blankets off of me at the sound of my mom’s voice from the hallway and stood, swaying sleepily. The walls of my bedroom wobbled groggily in the dimness around me as I swung my door open and rounded the corner. The grey quiet of the house hung in the air like cathedral dust, disconcerting and eerie as I looked around for my mom.

“Jim? Come here. I need you.”

When I finally found her, I stood behind her in the hall looking at a familiar scene. My dad was sprawled out on the floor in the bathroom, half-naked and face down in a mess of make-up containers with mom kneeling demurely by his side.

She looked worriedly up at me and asked, “what are we going to do, Jim? I can’t wake him!”

I bolted towards them…or I would have if my legs had obeyed my brain’s orders. I wanted to run over, but my lower half was heavy and slow as I moved. I tried to rush to them, but it felt as though my feet were becoming a part of the floor, tiny hands grasping at me as I worked to pry up first one foot, then the other. I struggled to force my legs to move through the slogging quicksand it seemed was engulfing them, to make my way to my parents, across the impossible expanse of clutching carpet.

“Help me, Jim,” she said as she stood up and reached towards me with one hand, “don’t you love me?” She touched her stomach with the fingers of her other hand and I noticed there was something moving there, like a skeletal maggot writhing under the taut skin of a fresh sausage. Her distended belly seem to be swelling roundly, inflating like a balloon as she walked to me. “How are we going to take care of the baby without dad?”

My tongue felt like a lump of useless meat in my mouth, I couldn’t make it form the words to answer her; to ask her what the hell was going on. I was wrapped in mummy-cloths of paralysis, karabük escort bayan the betrayal of my body holding me imprisoned in place, powerless and mute.

Her lovely face distorted with righteous fury at my silence. “Nothing to say, liar? No clever words in your defense? No half-truths and sneaking to get you out of this mess?”

I tried to protest, to plead momentary insanity, to beg forgiveness, anything, but I could make no sounds with my plastic mouth and wooden tongue. The hallway twisted into hellish infinity behind her as she shambled at me, her claw-like fingers reaching for my heart.

“You tricked me! You tricked me!” Her shrieking accusations rose in a fever pitch, digging at my ears like a thousand frightened kittens, echoing through my skull. “Tricked me! Tricked me! Icked me! Icked me! Me! Me! Me!”

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“Ree-ree-ree-ree-ree!” The alarm on my phone buzzed like a trapped hornet and I fell to the floor in a tangle of limbs, blankets and confusion, blinking blearily at the room around me. I took a deep breath and swallowed hard. It had just been an awful nightmare, the terrible images already fading from memory as the cheery morning sun peeked into my room from behind the curtains. I knuckled at my eyes then crawled out of my covers to look around for my phone and turn off the irritating sound.

I pulled my jeans on slowly, trying to predict what would happen this morning, to figure out what our conversations would be like and what I might say. Nausea and hunger wrestled a jagged boulder back and forth across my protesting stomach as I kept going over and over the events of the last two days, mentally kicking myself for what I’d done. I tugged my shirt over my head and trundled down the stairs, hoping that maybe neither of them had gotten out of bed yet.

No such luck. Dad was waiting for me, seated at the end of the island with a cup of coffee in front of him, and he gestured at a second cup set out in front of a stool near his. “Morning, Jim. Did you manage to get any sleep last night?”

I sat down and poured out a steaming mugful, then stirred in the creamer, intently watching the swirling, dark brown liquid turn light tan so I wouldn’t have to meet his gaze. “Some, I guess.”

“Mom’s out getting us breakfast. Said she wanted some muffins this morning. She’s calmed down a bit about the whole sex-with-you thing, but she’s still pretty mad at you for lying to her.” He leaned over trying to catch my eye. “So am I, son. Why didn’t you just tell her the truth? Why didn’t you say something to me? I could have helped you talk to her.”

“Think about what you’re asking, dad,” I frowned, flicking glances at him but having a hard time looking at him straight on. “Why didn’t I just tell my mom that I overheard her saying to my dad in the heat of passion that she wanted to have sex with me and that, oh, by the way, I wanted to have sex with her, too, so why don’t we go do that? How was I supposed to just come out and say something like that? Or come ask you for help getting mom into bed with me? I kind of panicked in the moment and it just sort of came out this way. Once it got going, it was hard to take things back.”

“Yeah, and now you got caught.” He smirked, “this seems like a familiar lesson. Didn’t I teach you this stuff, like, twelve, thirteen years ago?”

“Ha ha ha,” I said humorlessly and shook my head. “Sorry, dad. I didn’t mean for this to get so weird.” An involuntary snort of laughter honked out of my nose. “Didn’t mean for sex with my mother to get weird.”

Dad chuckled along with me, “it is all kind of strange, isn’t it?” He sipped at his coffee and considered for a long moment, then set down his mug and asked, “did I ever tell you about my little sister?”

“Aunt Karen?” I shrugged, lifting my cup, “yeah, what about her?”

“When I was about your age, I had the biggest crush on her.”

I nearly showered him with a mouthful of coffee. With great, wide-eyed effort, I swallowed hard and coughed out an incredulous, “what?”

He nodded. “Developed real early, if you know what I mean,” he said, gesturing roundly in front of his chest. “She used to wear these tight, white tank tops with no bra and tiny little denim shorts. You know the sort with the frayed white strands at the legs cut so short they barely cover a girl’s panties? God, she was sexy as hell.” He took a swig of his drink, then said, “and she’s also three years younger than me. I never got the chance to do anything with her, but we sure flirted like crazy.”

“Really?” My voice cracked from disbelief. “My aunt Karen? The accountant with three kids and a minivan aunt Karen? The one who always wears pantsuits, even to the beach? That aunt Karen? I can not picture her in cut-off short shorts and a tank top!”

“Hey, life can change a person like that,” he smiled at his memories, “but, trust me, she used to be scorching hot and not at all afraid to show it. She wouldn’t always close escort karabük doors behind her when she was dressing or showering and she’d go about the house in just her panties until mom and dad would yell at her for it. She was more than a little bit of a tease. Really seemed to get off on dangling herself in front of me and knowing she was untouchable.”

“It must have been tough growing up with that and not being able to get any of it.”

“It was. I mean, there was this one time that I ‘caught’ her masturbating in her bedroom when she left the door open for me, and she noticed that I’d seen her and she was laying there with her legs open and her fingers…,” he closed his eyes and drifted into momentary silence as he recalled the moment, then shook his head quickly. “Anyway, that’s why when I noticed that you were taking a bit of sexual interest in your mom, I told her about my crush on my sister. I didn’t want her unknowingly doing to you what my sister did to me. I guess I wanted you to maybe get the chance I didn’t. But she had some hang-ups about it, so she tried to not encourage you.”

“Lot of good that did,” I groused.

“Well, to be fair, she always secretly liked the idea, so she didn’t really do too much to cover herself up all the time, did she? It was only recently she was able to admit it turned her on to think of you looking at her like that. I never pushed her about it, but I always made it clear that if she wanted to do something with you, I didn’t mind. We got to talking about it again the other night when we got onto the subject of you and the fact that you haven’t had much luck with the ladies.”

I grunted in rueful agreement.

“And I know that you don’t know about it,” he continued, looking at me seriously, “but your mom has her own history that she’s always tried to protect you from. There’s a reason why you’ve only met your Uncle Blake, like, twice…but, that’s not my story to tell. She has some old issues there, so just watch it.”

As if on cue, the door rattled open and mom walked in with a small box in her hands and a broad smile on her face. “Hello, boys! Hungry?”

“Hi, honey,” dad leaned up for a welcome home kiss, then pulled another mug off the hanging rack and began to fill it with a steaming stream from the pot nearby. “What kind of muffins did you get?

“I couldn’t decide, so there’s an orange cranberry delight, a blueberry supreme, a double chocolate chunk and a new one they called ‘lemon-lime soda’. I figured we could each have a try of that one and a whole one of our own. I’m going to use the bathroom, so just put whichever you two don’t pick onto a plate for me.” She tousled my hair on the way by, “hey, kiddo. Sleep alright?”

I felt like I wanted to fold myself up, to compact my body down into a tight singularity of worthlessness and vanish in a pop of light and nothing, taking even the memory of my existance with me. How could she be so happy if she was mad at me? And she got me a muffin! I did not deserve a muffin, much less a hello or even a smile.

Dad slid a plate and the box in front of me, “which one you want?”

I randomly plucked the orange cranberry one out of the box with almost numb fingers, plopped it onto my plate and stared at it dejectedly. How could they just casually enjoy muffins and coffee after last night?

Mom strolled back in, tugging her shirt down and patting at her stomach, “whew! Much better! Now that I’ve made room, I’m ready for some breakfast. Oh, good! I got the chocolate chunk.” She sat down between me and dad and began to peel the paper back. “How you doing, Jim? Enjoying your muffin?”

I felt like I was going to burst, sitting here being asked such mundane questions. Where was the yelling? The interrogation? The demands for answers? Where did my parents go? These two were not acting like the people who I remembered raising me. “I’m sorry I lied to you, mom,” I blurted out, eager to get this over with.

She shrugged and popped a piece of muffin into her mouth, “I know.”

I looked to dad for guidance, but he just gave me a look that said ‘you’re on your own, now, kid’ and sipped his coffee, his eyes twinkling from the smile he refused to allow onto his lips. “I’m sorry I tricked you, and I promise, I won’t ever do anything like that again. I should have just told you I wanted you.”

“Mmmm-hmmm,” she nodded slightly and sipped her coffee.

“Err, so, um,” I stumbled onward, uncertain how to respond to her nonchalance. “I hope you can forgive me for letting my little head do the thinking for me?”

“Sure,” she agreed and ripped another hunk off of her food.

My brow furrowed deeply with confusion. “Why aren’t you yelling at me? Aren’t you mad at me? Aren’t you going to punish me?”

“You’ve probably been punishing yourself over this much better than I could and it’ll likely take you a couple of weeks to forgive yourself anyway.” She looked at me coolly, “besides, I don’t think this warrants something like a grounding or anything. You’re kind of an adult now.”

“So, no grounding? You’re not going to make me move out? No punishment? Nothing?”

She smiled wickedly, “I wouldn’t say ‘nothing’. I’m not going to treat you like a kid anymore, though. I have an idea in mind that I think might be fitting.”

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What Once Was Innocent Ch. 07

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Garrett slumped in his office chair and peered around the side of his computer monitor into Natalie’s office. He felt strangely guilty.

“What did I just let happen? I just let my own flesh and blood suck my dick. The very seed that made her, she drank from me, like it was candy. My God, my daughter just sucked my dick!” Garrett repeated it in his mind over and over.

He sat in a daze for minutes that seemed like hours retracing every single detail that happened. “But it felt so damn good and she looked so incredible doing it! Where did she learn all that? Licking my cum off the floor? Oh God! Well… it wasn’t sex, at least.”

Garrett searched into Natalie’s office, feeling as if she could hear his thoughts. She was sitting at her desk, leaning over with her face close to the computer screen. She was either reading something in small print or she hadn’t bothered to put on her glasses. He peeked below her desk, noticing her legs were spread somewhat. Not at all usual for her. She would occasionally switch legs and cross them again or had them tightly together. He focused his eyes between her legs and could vaguely make out the lace tops of her stockings hugging her inner thighs, a tiny bit of her exposed upper thigh and those sultry, little black panties.

Then a shock came across him. He had forgotten about the link his daughter was going to send him. A link directly to Natalie’s secret folder of pictures. Garrett opened his email looking for new messages.

He never really noticed, but his daughter’s various emails and forwards completely filled his list of emails. How long had this been going on? Even though his email was password protected, Garrett had very explicit correspondences from his own daughter and several dozen emails containing hoards of pictures of Makayla. Pictures that wouldn’t look good on him or her, if someone were to snoop around a little.

Two new messages. Both from his lovely daughter. His pulse quickened, as it always did when he received messages from her. He could only imagine what was on the other side of that mouse click.

Message one. The subject: I can still taste you Daddy. He quickly put on his headphones and clicked the audio file. (To hear Makayla’s audio file, search for this story in the TEXT WITH AUDIO section.)

“Hey Daddy, I miss you already. But I’m so glad you came home to see me. I’ve been thinking of you all day. My little panties have been dripping wet all day thinking about you. Fantasizing about you. I can just imagine your expression watching me. Watching me lay on your bed. The bed you sleep on every night. Watching your pretty little daughter take her clothes off for you. Mmm, my big, perky, teenage tits. My wet, little, virgin pussy all exposed for my daddy. Did you like watching you little princess fuck herself for you? Did you like seeing me grinding my dripping wet, eighteen year old pussy into your pillow? Mmm, the pillow you lay your face on every night? I wish I could sleep beside you, Daddy. Mmm, feel your strong body against mine. Hmm, you could fuck me any time you wanted, you know? Mmmm, I know you wanna fuck me, Daddy. It’s just a matter of time before you snap…mmm, before you snap my sweet, little cherry. I saved it for you. Saved my virginity just… for… you. Oh God I wish you would just fuck me! Mmm, will you please fuck me soon, Daddy? Oh God, that would be so amazing! I know you want to. I can see it in your eyes.

Well, guess what I’m doing now, Daddy? I’m slipping one of my fingers inside my tight, wet pussy thinking of you. Mmm, I can still taste your cum in my mouth. Uh, you taste so good. So, how did you like coming home to your naked daughter? Finding me on my knees, just inside the door. Did you like putting your cock in my mouth, Daddy? Did you like looking at your beautiful, little girl sucking your dick? Watching her take your entire cock in her sweet, little mouth? Mmm, you know you’re the only guy I’ve ever done that to, don’t you? Did you like watching your cum puddle up on my tongue? And watching me swallow every bit? The same cum that made me? Mmm, oh God, Daddy my pussy is so wet! Wanna hear it? Mmm! Mmm, Daddy I wish you would just come home and fuck me now. Mmm! Well, I better go now Daddy. I don’t wanna keep you from working. But when you get home, I’ll be here waiting. I love you Daddy.”

Garrett’s face was flushed. Obviously all the blood had rushed to his growing cock. He had never been so easily refreshed in his life. Something about his daughter, or the fact that she was his daughter, seemed to bring no end to his cravings to cum. He could literally grow hard immediately after an orgasm, just thinking of her. He had never been able to do that.

He sat, numb, listening to his daughter’s soft, angelic voice lovingly tease him. Begging him to fuck her. He wanted to fuck her. He always had. But he held back, fearing the wedge between them, afterwards, would separate them forever. He loved his daughter too much to let that happen. But kastamonu escort he felt his restraint beginning to fold. He needed to have her. He had let it consume him for too long.

He brought himself out of the thoughts, clicking on his daughter’s second email, subject line reading, “The Slut.”

The body of the email read: “This is your whore-of-a-receptionist’s web page. You better not get too turned on and you better keep that dick inside you pants…for me. I love you Daddy. Hope you liked hearing my voice.”

Garrett peered into Natalie’s office, wondering if he should let the mystery stay alive. He loved imagining what she might look like naked. But we all know men. Garrett clicked the link. He calmly walked to his door, smiled as Natalie heard the movement, and closed the door until it was barely cracked open. Enough to where he could see Natalie, if she got up.

Garrett sat back in his chair, his heartbeat speeding as he saw his young receptionist’s profile picture in front of him. The picture was professionally made; just a head-and-shoulders shot. Very nicely taken. She looked incredible in it. He read a few of the sections she had written about herself; general things about her life and her likes and dislikes. He noticed she had “bisexual” beside her sexual orientation. Garrett once again, was flushed. He was building himself up for what was to come.

“There’s no turning back now,” he whispered to himself as he clicked on the “Pictures” link.

Garrett sifted through folders of pictures, taking time to enjoy some of her professional modeling pictures. They were very well done; lots of conceptual poses and outfits. He came to a folder called “personal pics” noticing a small thumbnail of her in a pair of panties and a bra. He quickly peeked through the crack in the door, and clicked on the thumbnail.

His wide-opened eyes were washed in dozens of images of his nubile receptionist. He opened the first picture, seeing her laying on her bed, on her stomach, wearing only a stark white thong. He shuddered at the sight of her perfectly round ass, bare back and long tan legs. The next image was of her sitting on the bed with her legs crossed, her arm hugging her tits together, hiding her nipples and a single finger pulling at her lower lip. He clicked the “next” button, his eyes growing wider. Natalie was in the same position, only she had her legs spread with both of her hands on her inner thighs. Her breasts fully exposed.

“Holy shit!” Garrett thought, immersing himself in the vision. Her breasts were simply amazing. Smaller then his daughter’s, but beautifully formed, they sat up vainly, her nipples pointing slightly upward, a shimmer of highlight accenting their perky shape. He clicked the next button.

Garrett’s next vision was of Natalie in some club with two of her female friends. An innocent picture, it seemed. The next picture showed a gang of onlookers, mostly guys, watching excitedly as Natalie and one of her friends were locked in a passionate kiss. The other friend was knelt between them, smiling at the camera, cupping one of each of the two kissing girls barely covered breasts. Garrett’s cock throbbed at the sight.

The next picture was of Natalie and another, different friend, outside at night, apparently in the city. Both of the girls were puckering their lips at each other as they bent over in ridiculously short jean skirts, exposing their bare pussies to the picture taker. Garrett wished it was a bigger picture. He leaned in as close as he could, but couldn’t completely make everything out.

Garrett clicked to the next picture to see a rather close-up shot of a different female fully sucking on one of Natalie’s naked breasts. Garrett felt himself urgently awaiting every following picture. The next image was of Natalie bent over her bed, completely naked. It was obviously a self-taken shot, but it was very close-up. He gazed for a few moments at his coworker’s thin, hairless pussy. Garrett could feel his anxiety building in his pants.

The next picture was of her sitting in a dining room chair, her legs spread wide, her fingers delicately unfolding the opening of her pussy, her perky breasts squeezed between her forearms. She sat there naughtily, her lips pouty, her hair in little, stubby pigtails, her luscious legs wrapped in sheer, white knee highs. He realized this was the only picture so far with a description underneath the image. It simply said, “Daddy’s little girl.” Garrett wondered.

Garrett found each picture overwhelming. In the past year, he had often dreamt of catching a glimpse of her legs spread, under her desk, praying she wouldn’t wear panties. Hoping she would stay spread, so he could take in her nakedness. But now, he was actually seeing her completely naked. He felt somewhat guilty for intruding on her private life, but she apparently didn’t mind total strangers prying through her cache of explicit treasures. Whoever was lucky enough to escort kastamonu know her website address or got lucky enough to find it through a search menu was welcomed into her privacy. He noticed, through many publicly-taken pictures, she didn’t mind the attention.

One picture seemed to hold Garrett’s stare for quite some time. It was a darker picture, hard to make out, but he could see it was taken from down the body of an obviously naked girl. He could see the girl’s incredibly small breasts; her nipples seemed to be very small and pink. The picture focused between her legs, where Natalie’s gorgeous face illuminated from the flash. The girls hairless pubic area was met by Natalie’s flat, forceful tongue. Natalie’s tongue spread the girl’s pussy lips apart wildly, her clitoris engorged and shiny, shown clearly with the backdrop of Natalie’s dark, opened throat. Natalie’s eyes were completely enraged with sexual desire. She looked like a mother tiger cleaning her young, with the full, flat lick.

Garrett felt himself jerk, wondering who the girl was and how old she must be. He found himself edging towards orgasm and thought it best to return to her main photo page. He clicked through dozens of pictures of her dressed up in evening gowns and the like. Plenty of bikini pictures and images of her and friends, guys and family members filled the other folders. Garrett came across three pictures that seemed a little odd to him.

The first one was of her and an older man, Garrett guessed to be in his forties. He held her in his arms, her legs draped over one of them, her back resting in the other. The hem of her thin, summer dress hung under her, unkempt, showing off a bright pink thong, her naked ass for all to see. The man’s hand firmly squeezing one of her breasts. One of her hands lovingly caressed his cheek, both Natalie and him smiling.

The second picture was of her sitting on the same man’s lap. He sat, legs apart with hers dangling between. The skirt she wore was short enough that it couldn’t be tucked under her and Garrett could barely see her uncovered ass against his upper thigh. The older man’s hand was lightly laying on Natalie’s thigh, high enough that his fingers disappeared under the front of her skirt. Garrett noticed her hair in familiar short pigtails, the same white ribbons holding them up. Her calves were held tightly by sheer, white knee highs and white high heels strapped to her feet. She had an extremely tight white, almost see-through t-shirt with the words “Daddy’s Little Girl” and “club” written in small print underneath. The word “club” looked like it had been bedazzled on, shiny silver studs making each letter.

The last picture was of Natalie leaning over the older man, from the side, holding a birthday cake. The lit candles made it very difficult to read the writing on the cake, but Garrett thought he recognized what it said. Her cleavage pressed through her tight top, directly in front of his face. He stared at them excitedly, licking his lips. Again, she wore the same outfit, her hair up in the pigtails.

Being the detective that he was, Garrett went back to a picture he had questioned before. In her private folder, he scanned the thumbnails until he found the image and clicked on it to enlarge it. There sat Natalie in the same chair the older man sat in, in the birthday picture. She still had the knee highs and heels on. She still had the pigtails. Other then that, she was naked, spreading her pussy wide, showing her peach-colored vagina. Garrett stared at her gorgeous pussy. He began imagining seeing it up-close, seeing the peachy flesh in person. He looked closely in the background. He saw a half-eaten birthday cake on the table.

Garrett didn’t know enough to assume anything. He had been called daddy by every female he had ever had sex with. The picture’s description didn’t necessarily mean what it said. Or did it?

Garrett went back to the last picture he had seen in the private folder and began looking at Natalie’s indecent pictures of herself again. One picture seemed to awaken his curiosity. Natalie was laying on a couch, her legs spread, fingering herself. Usually this would’ve sent Garrett to the brink of orgasm, but Garrett noticed something almost hidden to him at first. Distracted by his receptionist’s incredibly gorgeous body, Garrett noticed it was his couch, in his living room.

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“I see nothings change since the last time we talked.” A new window popped up on Makayla’s instant messenger. She didn’t recognize the screen name.

“Who is this?” Makayla responded.

“No sense in playing games, Kayla. This is Natalie.”

“How did you get my screen name?”

“How easily you forget. I talked to you in your dad’s office this morning.”

“Oh, right. What do you want?” Makayla hoped Natalie could sense the unwelcome.

“Just wanted to see how you’re doing. I’ve missed talking to you. You seemed to disappear kastamonu escort bayan after that night a few years ago. Still haven’t sealed the deal yet, I see. At least you’re still a tease.”

“How do you know I haven’t? And who’s business is it of yours?”

“I’d like to think a big part of it is my doing. After all I’m the one that got you thinking about it. Why is your cam not on? No one online to see you yet?”

“Listen, Natalie. I disappeared for a reason. I don’t need you in my personal business. It’s bad enough that you work directly with my father, but you leave me out of it. And I don’t feel like being on cam right now.”

“And why is that? Someone not on that was this morning? You know I noticed he only had one contact on his messenger list, and guess who that was? Did you ever wonder why it’s such a coincidence that I work for your dad?” Natalie meant to cut deep with that.

“Because you’re a fucking slut and you think you can get whatever you want? You tell me.”

“I CAN get whatever I want, whenever I want.”

“You stay the hell away from my father! I swear I’ll ruin your life if you try anything!”

“Calm down, Kayla. We used to be friends, remember? I don’t plan on fucking your father, although it would be fun. He’s gotta be the hottest old guy I’ve ever seen and, my God, he stays hard all day.”

“Yeah, used to be friends. But that all changed when you stole my fucking boyfriend, which I thank you for now. And I’m sure he does stay hard all day, I’ve seen what you wear to work for myself.”

“Touche, Kayla. You stole my boyfriend too. I’m sure you probably did it to get me back, but it’s okay. But you knew I honestly loved Zack. I still have never wanted anyone as much as him. But I had a good time fucking Jordan for you, since you never would. You always tried to be the good little girl. Now look at you. Teasing your father, slowly making him want you. And you’re right, I do wear my clothes to tease you father.”

“Zack was an asshole, and I did do it to get you back. And I know you loved him, or still do, which makes revenge even sweeter. How does it feel knowing he never really wanted a slut? He just wanted a girl to kiss his ass. I bet it hurts knowing he dumped you for a younger girl. Too bad he never got what he wanted out of me. And I honestly don’t care that you fucked Jordan. I knew after you fucked him, that’s all he wanted. And look who’s talking about teasing their dad! Let’s see, how many of our friends dads have you fucked now? Including your own!”

“Okay, don’t act all high and mighty with me! Just because you’re still a virgin doesn’t mean you can judge me. You’re the only one left in the group that hasn’t made good on our deal yet.” Natalie smiled at the memory.

“How do you know I’m still a virgin?”

“I know you are Kayla. Okay, look, let’s stop this whole thing. I just thought you backed out and made yourself scarce because you couldn’t go through with it. I didn’t even know you were home until I saw your dad talking to you. I just figured you were the only one that wouldn’t keep her end of the deal. That is until I read a little of you and your father’s convo and saw you on cam. Come on, let me see you.”

“Fine. Truce. Just stay away from my father. So what if it’s taking me a little longer then usual. It’s complicated.” Makayla sent a invitation to Natalie to view her webcam.

“I know it is, but a deal is a deal. It sounds like a stupid idea a couple of girls made when we were younger, but all of us have came through on our end. You’re the only one that hasn’t.” Natalie accepted the invitation to view, leaning in closer to see Makayla sitting on her bed in a sweatshirt at least four times as big as her.

“But I’m the only one who’s parents are still together. It was easy for all of you. You had no one hovering over you or the guilt from fucking them with your mom in the other room. Ashlynn’s mom left her when was was too young to even remember and Amber’s mom is too high all the time to even care. Your mom died when you were ten, so it was a little easier on all of you. And Haley’s mom and dad are divorced and her mom lives on the other side of the country now.”

“Yeah, but Haley really came through. She got her sister to do it too. There’s only been one other girl to ever do that. Have you heard from her? Whose sweatshirt is that, or dare I ask?”

“She’s going to a university in California and living with her mom now. I haven’t heard from her. But her sister, Hillary, is still in school with Ashlynn. Their mom is remarried and Hillary says he’s really hot. Maybe Haley will break a record or something. lol. This is my dads shirt.”

“Maybe so, but you’re still the one that hasn’t held up your end. So what’s under the shirt?” Natalie’s legs began to open a little more.

“Nothing you want to see.”

“Makayla, you know that’s not true. We used to have a lot of fun together. Let me see.”

Makayla slowly peeled off her sweatshirt, completely naked under it.

“My God, Kayla. You have one hell of a body! I’ve never seen a girl with a body as hot as yours. Those big, perfect titties always got my blood pumping. I bet your dad jacks off everyday thinking about you.” Natalie felt herself becoming wetter and had the insatiable urge to touch herself.

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Wheat Country Ch. 06

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Many thanks once again to tangentjoker who edited this story.

All the characters are age 18, or older. This story is about incestuous relationships.

For background, I suggest you read the previous parts of Wheat Country.

Susan, Connie and I were at Susan’s place in Nevada. Vera and Sonja were in the east finishing up the details from our purchase of the new place. They were getting ready to travel to the farm for the closing of the sale of Sonja’s house. They would stay there a couple of weeks, looking for farmland to buy. Susan and Vera were the knowledgeable ones in the family about farmland. Sonja’s family had been town people. It was mid-July. Most of the wheat had been harvested. Vera thought that she might be able to pick up a few smaller parcels at a good price.

Our old bank would be happy to provide any short term financing we might need. Even though our money had been changed to a corporate account, we still had a considerable amount deposited with them.

It was decided to keep our apartment in the east. Someone would have to be there to handle the renovations. First though, we needed to decide what we wanted.

Susan’s baby, my son, was due in late September or early October. The date was supposed to be October second. There had been no change in the name selected for him: Brian. He would be named after my grandfather. Vera’s late husband. He and my father, his son, had been killed in an accident when I was twelve.

Susan would be staying in Nevada until the baby was born. The plan had been that Sonja would move there once her pregnancy started to show. She now thought, however, that she could stay with Connie and me at our rental house for school. That way she could be closer to everyone. She took a “so what” attitude about someone recognizing her.

“I’ll be gone from the area before too long and there is no one else who matters,” she said.

Vera decided that she would make a trip to the farm, then return to Nevada to stay with Susan. It looked like our united family was going to be spread out again. We were not dispersed as much as we had thought, and we would have a few weeks all together before school started.

The Merged Families group came up again. Our application had been provisionally accepted. There would still have to be a visit from a couple of their representatives. We talked to Vera and Sonja. We all thought that the only good window was after they arrived in Nevada and before we returned to school.

Connie and I would have to leave about the third week of August. The soonest Vera and Sonja would get here was the first week of August. We gave the MF people a window of August seventh thru the fifteenth. We explained that we would only be together for a few weeks.

Our love lives ran smoothly. Most nights I slept with both women. Sometimes, though, one of them would leave me alone with the other. When Connie was having a period, she often went down on Susan and me. At other times she would leave Susan and me alone to make love. Just as often, Susan would leave Connie and me alone. There didn’t seem to be any pattern to those times. I think they arranged it between themselves.

Anyway, as I said, most days I made love with both women. We had “love all day” days a few times, too. I always liked those. I would watch Connie and Susan go down on each other. They would masturbate themselves or each other. I found that to be hot. I guess I have a voyeuristic side for watching women. They played a little game, trying to keep me hard, but not cumming. Sometimes I would get so hard I hurt. I would usually force Connie then, at least she would act like she was being forced, when she wasn’t laughing. It was usually Connie because I was afraid of hurting Susan’s baby.

We watched porn movies about once a week. Sometimes they gave us ideas. Other times, they just made us hot. We always had good sex after watching. We also looked up websites about sex during pregnancy. They helped me some.

We were in touch with Vera and Sonja almost every day. They had arrived back in wheat country and were staying at the farmhouse. Vera looked up friends and picked up on all the gossip. She was especially alert for possible land sales. She also told everyone that she would be a great grandmother soon, and introduced Sonja around as the soon to be grandmother.

Everyone already thought they had been gone on a search for a new place to live. There were a few questions about that. Vera answered they hadn’t found the right place yet.

The closing for Sonja’s house was shortly after they arrived at the farm. They attended it. Everything went smoothly. They stayed in wheat country for another week, negotiating for some farmland. They were able to pick up a couple of quarter section. That’s 160 acres. They already had renters lined up for both.

They left for Nevada on the first of August. It was a two day drive with both of them driving. They arrived in the late afternoon. They both were very tired. After hugs and kisses kıbrıs escort and a chorus of “I love you,” they both laid down for a nap. They woke after an hour and we all sat down to a light supper.

After dinner, there was coffee or wine. It was herb tea for Susan and Sonja. I had coffee. We sat in the living room while Vera and Sonja hit the high points of their activities.

“Now that we have the new place,” Vera started, “we need to decide what to do with it.”

“I have some ideas,” Susan responded, “but they are very tentative. I was thinking about apartments for each branch of the family. That would be Connie and Jim, Vera and me, and Sonja. The idea is to raise the kids with their mothers.

“By the way, Sonja said, “I did go to a clinic to get a checkup. The doctor said that everything looked ok. The baby is due about mid-march.

“Do we intend to tell the children that Jim is their father?”

“I don’t know, Sonja,” Susan answered. “The Merged Families’ people said they have some information on that. Perhaps we should wait for them. It won’t be long.

“Sonja, you and I should sit down and go over all the financial stuff tomorrow, if you are up to it. Then we can report to everyone.”

“That should be ok,” Sonja replied. “When we get everyone together, let’s get some ideas about the new place, like how we want to renovate it.”

Connie spoke up, “We are expecting the Merged Family people on the seventh. That’s next Wednesday. We will all need to be here.”

“I assume they will be willing to answer questions,” Vera said.

“They said that they will give us a very thorough orientation,” Connie said. “I have already sent them copies of birth certificates and marriage licenses. So we will just have to show ID.

“They seem to be very obsessed with the idea that only people who meet the requirements join. They did tell me that some years ago there was an unpleasant experience, but they did not give details.”

“Frankly I’m happy to see them being so strict. They will know a lot about us.” That from Susan.

The conversation ran down after that. We eventually all headed for bed. Sonja, Susan and Connie were together in the master bedroom. Vera and I had the other one. We had a great night. Vera was already wet when we got to bed. She told me she had been thinking of my cock filling her pussy for days.

The next day, Susan and Sonja sat down to go over the finances. They reported to the rest of us in the afternoon. We were in very good shape. Our capital amounted to enough that we could be called rich. Most was invested in income producing assets. The plan was to reinvest a portion of the money and put aside another good portion for a rainy day. Susan and Vera had been doing that since shortly after they were widowed. That rainy day account was now quite large.

We probably had enough cash on hand that we could have paid for the new place, but we had chosen to mortgage it. We still had the cost of renovations to consider. We decided to pay for those out of our ready funds. We did agree, too, that the adjacent property could be paid for in cash. That deal had gone through. We were just waiting to close it. That would be near the end of August, but it could be handled by mail.

We now had forty acres of land that was a mix of woods and open fields, although most of the fields were overgrown. There was not enough saleable timber on any of it to bother with. Vera said she had always thought that planting hardwoods like walnut or maple would be a good long term investment. She intended to look into it.

Before the meeting broke up, the ladies told me that they were concerned that they might be wearing me out. They said that they thought only one of them should be with me most nights.

“I don’t feel worn out,” I replied. “Besides, two women in my bed make for a real turn on. And I love to watch two of you making love.”

Connie replied to that. “Jim, there is also the matter of intimacy. Although we all enjoy group sex, there are times when we want to be alone with you or with another of the ladies.”

Susan added, “It seems to becoming more important to us, lately. It may be that the novelty of group sex has worn off. But, threesomes are still very nice and I still get a thrill thinking about all of us together.”

Sonja and Vera were both nodding in agreement.

“There will often be times when we will still enjoy our groups, but not as often.” That was from Vera. “What it boils down to is that most nights only one of us will be with you. But there will be enough nights with two of us.”

I thought that what they were talking about was as much, maybe more, for them as for me. I agreed. I would not make any objections. I was young and resilient, but I did feel overwhelmed on occasion.

Then I thought about it. I realized there were many times that I enjoyed the one on one lovemaking more. It seemed to bring me closer to the others. I loved them all. There was something different escort kıbrıs when we made love as individuals. I thought, too, that group sex would probably be more exciting if it was the exception rather than the rule. I came to realize that the women were right. For me, too, not just themselves.

I was with Sonja that night. She was very excited about our baby.

“I’m so glad you’re the father,” she told me.

She was not too interested in oral, except as foreplay. Like Vera the night before, she wanted to feel me filling her. Even so, I enjoyed making her cum as I buried my face in her wet pussy. When she pushed me onto my back and straddled me, she was ready to cum again. Then she fucked me slowly and sensuously until we came together in a beautiful climax. We were both content afterward. We laid closely together in each other’s arms and slept until morning.

That was how things went, except for one night when Connie and Vera were with me, until the time for our meeting with the Merged Families people came around.

A couple rang our doorbell about nine in the morning. They introduced themselves as John and Jane. They appeared to be in their mid-thirties. They were both pleasant looking people, but nothing exceptional about either. Jane was pulling a small bag on wheels and John was carrying a brief case.

We already had the living room set up. We had put some leaves in the dining table so there was enough room for all of us to sit around it. Coffee and cups were set out. John and Jane were introduced to all of us. They got right down to business.

“First we need to verify our data,” they said, “so we would like to see ID from everyone.”

We knew this was coming, so we all had our driver’s licenses ready. We passed them to John and Jane. They looked at them, checked the photo against the person, and then handed them all back.

“Thank you,” Jane said. “We do like to be careful. Let us begin by telling you a little about ourselves. John is my brother. We usually pass as a married couple. We are part of a family that has been members of Merged Families for over seventy years, back when our group was in its infancy. We can talk more about families in the society later, but right now let’s get started.”

John spoke next. “We are returning all the items you have sent to us. There will be no record of your real identities in our files. You will be assigned a family name for our group purposes. In your case that will be ‘Watson’. We normally don’t change anyone’s first name. Do you have any problem with ‘Watson’ for a name?”

No one did. So “Watson” it became, as far as the society was concerned.

Once the ID process was over, there was a noticeable thawing in the room. John and Jane were much more relaxed. We were, too. John opened his briefcase and pulled out a file. He handed it to Connie.

“You, I believe, have been doing all the communication with us. These are your papers. We have not kept copies.”

“We have a handbook for you.” John continued. “It gives you a general overview of our society, and tells you about services and benefits. We also send out a newsletter, at least four times a year, maybe more. We request that you keep the handbook in a safe place. It is better for all concerned if it doesn’t get out.” He put a large loose leaf notebook on the table.

“A little history might be in order.” Jane told us. “It all started when two families in the Columbus, Ohio, area became aware that they were both involved in incestuous relationships. They started to exchange ideas between themselves. At first, it was mostly about how to keep their lifestyle secret. Or about raising children in a family like ours.

“As children grew up, they were introduced into the family lifestyle. Some of the children moved to other areas for work or education. On a couple of occasions they went with siblings, posing as a married couple. The third member family of the society came from the Boston area.

“A son of one of the original families went there for college. He fell in love with a girl and asked her to marry him. He thought that he would have to abandon the family way. Instead, the girl confessed that her family engaged in incestuous love with all the family members participating, once they came of age. He convinced them to contact his family in Ohio.

“The society grew slowly for the first forty or fifty years. At first, a couple of members of the original families served as a clearing house. The society developed from that.”

John took up the narrative. “There is a section in the handbook that deals with our history in more detail. Personally, I find it fascinating reading.

“As far as we know, we are the only group for families with an incestuous lifestyle. We are aware, though, of a number of groups for incestuous couples. Mother and son, siblings, father and daughter. We are in contact with several of them. There are areas where our interests overlap.

“One of the areas you specifically kıbrıs escort bayan asked about was children. That is one of the main concerns of the society. We have put together a book on the subject.” He put another, smaller, notebook on the table. “Everything in this book is from our experience. We all agree on many aspects of child rearing, but sometimes viewpoints differ. We tell you both sides so you can decide for yourself. You can always email us with questions on this or any other subject that applies to our society.

“We also have many professional people in our membership. Most of them will help out with small problems at no fee. For bigger problems, they will discount their services. It is understood that members will not take unfair advantage of these volunteer services.

“There is more on this in the handbook. One area the society will take on for you is defense against any criminal charges brought against you for incest if there are no minors involved. This is one of the reasons our dues are high. We will throw every asset at any case for incest involving one of our member families. We have been quite successful.”

“One question that often comes up is about a typical family in the society,” Jane said. “There really is no single standard, but we have identified two different types of family. One is a compact group such as yourselves. It may grow through marriage or children.

“Another type of family is more spread out. The incestuous relationship starts with two, or maybe three, people in one branch of the family. Then in-laws, aunts, cousins are brought into the group. These often introduce incest to closer members of their own family. It spreads like a game of dominoes. Often, though, the branches get together.

“A lot of families are a mix of the two. The compact families spread out as the children grow up and go off on their own. That is the situation for John and me. We do live as man and wife. We have two children. Our parents are watching them while we travel. We also still have relations with our parents and another sister. They live near us. Occasionally, we meet with families of aunts and uncles or cousins.

“If you track our family back you would find that it has been spreading like this for over fifty years. But there is still a core group, composed of four generations.”

John took over the narrative. “There is some marriage between families in the society. It solves a lot of problems that could arise trying to integrate an outsider. It also avoids the problem of inbreeding. That is a problem, by the way. Not as much as is often thought, but it is there.

“Since the internet, there are many more such marriages. Families interact much more, and meet more often.”

It was lunchtime, so Vera and Connie set up the table while everyone else moved to the living room chairs and couch.

“After lunch, we’ll be able to answer any questions,” Jane said. “I’m sure you’ll have many.”

We had a pleasant meal. The subject of Merged Families was put aside while we ate. Jane and John were interesting conversationalists. Both had a quick wit.

The table was cleared, and fresh coffee made. We all sat back at the table. Vera started the conversation.

“I think it’s safe to tell John and Jane about our future plans. Does anyone disagree?”

No one did, so she explained to the couple from the society about the new place. “We need to decide what renovations we need to make. We wanted to see what advice you had about raising children. We thought that might have some bearing on the subject.”

“Let me see what we can find out,” Jane said. She looked for something on her laptop for several minutes. Then she sent an email.

“I have sent an email about your expected children and your new home. We’ll see if any of our correspondents have any suggestion. That may take a few days. I’ll stay in touch with you about it.”

John had been searching for something on his computer as Jane talked. “I have been checking on the laws about incest in the state you are moving to. They don’t seem any more onerous than those in the state you are leaving. The main thing will always be to maintain secrecy.

I think we can help out in another way. There is a member family not far from your new place. Two of them are both architects. If you like, I’ll email them about working on your renovations.”

Vera looked around at the rest of the family. We all nodded.

“Go right ahead,” she told John.

The question came up about how other families handled their finances.

“Much like you are already doing,” Jane answered. “The compact families usually have a central business. In your case, it would be investments. That could include making investments in businesses started by family members.”

“I think you can find some information on investing within the family structure, and how to centralize finances,” John added. “Once again, it is about the experiences of other families.”

Jane continued. “You might find families that are bankers, or lawyers, maybe farmers. The architects we just contacted for you are from a compact family that started with a construction business. It now has several companies specializing in different areas of construction. The architectural business fits into the family nicely.

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Author: Jack Wellard Title: Well I Never – Day Six Part: 6 Summary: A brother and sister come to their dead mother’s house to sort out her effects in 2002. Keywords: MF, consensual, oral Version: 1.02

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STANDARD DISCLAIMER

The following piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment. It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you are offended by sexually explicit content or language, please DO NOT read any further.

The names in this true story have been changed, even though the some of the main participants are no longer able to read my account.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author, Jack Wellard. This story may be freely distributed with this disclaimer attached.

Copyright (C) 2011 Jack Wellard. All rights reserved.

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“Well I Never!”

Day Six

I had forgotten to set the alarm! Through the fog of sleep I could hear a phone ringing downstairs. It kept ringing as I swung my legs out of bed and tottered naked to answer it but it stopped as my hand touched the receiver!

It was almost 10 o’clock! I put the kettle on and went back upstairs to the bathroom. When I came out Penny was stretching, she looked amazing!

“What time is it?” She mumbled.

“Well my precious one, it is now ten o’clock on a shining morn.” I whispered close to her ear, kissing it as I finished.

“We are so bad big brother! What would mother say?” She was grinning as she recalled last night’s lovemaking. “I think she might actually approve don’t you Hal?”

“Too true my love. I’m going to shower, care to join me?” I winked as I went through the door.

The shower was running and just as I stepped through the shower door Penny came in and sat on the toilet. I was under the water, slowly waking up by the time she joined me. She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tight.

“I love you Harry.” She pronounced proudly. “I love you and I want to fuck you!” She pulled my head lower for a passionate kiss. “Do me from behind like you did that first time against the tree please Hal.” She turned and placed her hands against the wall, water cascaded down her gorgeous back.

I ran my hands across her skin, moving close to kiss her shoulders. I kissed my way down to her bottom, then kissed the luscious lips of her smooth vagina. Penny was panting her nipples hard and dripping as the water ran down her body. I pressed two fingers slowly into her cunt and curled them downwards caressing her magical place. Her knees almost gave way but somehow she managed to stay upright.

“Please Hal, give me your cock. Get it in now or I’ll burst!”

Her vagina was swimming with internal juices and my erection slid home sweetly until our wet bodies combined as one. I held her breasts and slowly began the rhythm of life. Penny was moaning and chanting “I love you” as her orgasm swept through her body. My hands moved down to her hips to support her as my speed increased. The slap of my hips against her soft bottom became louder as I went harder and deeper until my own climax flashed through my groin and detonated far inside my sister’s magnificent body.

I held her tight in a post-coital embrace. We were both breathless, soaking and so happy!

Somehow we finished the shower, dried and dressed. We hadn’t even had a cup of coffee yet and it was almost eleven o’clock!

We sat at the kitchen table drinking our first coffee to plan the rest of the day.

“Mum’s friend Jack is coming at two. How about we have lunch now and get tidied up.” Suggested Penny, pouring a second cup.

“Did you see anything about Jack in any of Mum’s stories?” I asked as I turned on the PC.

“I haven’t read the earlier ones yet.” Called Penny as she opened the fridge to start lunch. “Start at the first one and search for the name.”

There was an email from Jack confirming that he should arrive at two o’clock as arranged. The first story opened. It seemed that Val came home one afternoon and found her aunt Emma making love with a boy called Jack. “This could be it Penny.” I called and Penny came across to read over my shoulder.

“Oh boy!” She exclaimed. “This is beautiful.” We read on in silence. With Emma’s encouragement and Val’s eager compliance Jack had taken her virginity! Val’s description of her first love-making was so graphic, she obviously enjoyed the occasion except perhaps for Jack pulling out to avoid getting her pregnant. Then her aunt had taken the boy’s cock into her mouth and sucked him dry. During the quiet aftermath Val had fallen asleep in Emma’s bed and didn’t wake up until the next morning.

“I wonder if it could be the same Jack?” Mused Penny. “Was he the one to start our mother on her sexual adventures?”

“We could ask him.” I suggested with a wink. “But if it’s not him he might be embarrassed. We’ll think of a way, we have a couple of hours until he gets here.”

Lunch karaman escort was light but splendid and made up for the lack of breakfast. As we finished clearing up we heard footsteps outside, then a knock on the front door.

“Sorry I’m a few minutes early, I walked up from the pub and got here sooner than I expected.” The smiling, slim man at the door extended his right arm. “I’m Jack, I was an old friend of your mother’s.”

I shook his hand, a firm confident grip. Jack must have been about the same age as our mother, he looked very fit for his age. Penny came forward and offered her hand too. “It’s a great pleasure to meet you both.” Jack said as we invited him inside.

“What a lovely cottage, it has such a welcoming ambiance. I can almost feel that Val is here.” Jack said, as he gazed around the room. “Oh, yes this is Val’s home all right, it’s marvellous!” Jack smiled at us both. “Well, how are you getting on with things here?”

The conversation flowed easily for some time, then Penny suggested a cup of tea. Jack accepted and asked if he come into the kitchen to view the garden. After looking through the latticed window for a few moments he asked “I wonder if I might just have a look at the garden, just a quick peek.” He smiled at us and let himself out through the back door.

I hugged Penny. “He’s quite like Mum, you know, so sort of easy to get on with.” I murmured. Penny nodded and continued to arrange the tea tray. Outside Jack was examining plants and smiling.

“It’s almost as though he’s talking to Mum.” Whispered Penny as she leaned back against me watching our guest as he bent to smell flowers and stroke their foliage and petals. As Jack came back towards the kitchen he paused at the rose outside the window and drew in its perfume, smiling quietly.

“What a beautiful garden, so restful.” Said Jack as he came in, carefully wiping his shoes. “I think the rose outside the window is one I sent Val as a house-warming present several years ago – it’s called Fragrant Cloud – has the most amazing perfume. Have you seen it?”

We laughed. “It’s our favourite too Jack. I take a bloom to Penny every morning on her tray!” I boasted. Jack nodded looking knowingly from Penny to me and back again.

He smiled “What a perfect way to be woken, I could live with that too!”

Penny poured the tea and offered some home-made cake. How did she do that? I obviously don’t give her enough attention if she still had time to bake! Jack enjoyed the cake and the tea, so did I!

After more small talk Penny enquired “Have you known our mother for long, Jack?”

Jack leaned back, cup poised half-way to his mouth. “Yes.” he said, drinking the rest of his tea. He nodded his acceptance of the offer of a second cup and smiled again. “It’s the reason I wanted to come today while you were on your own. I need to tell you something about when I met your mother fifty years ago.” He paused again thanking Penny for his tea.

Penny and I were sitting close together on the settee, not quite touching but it was hard not to hold her hand! Jack had our full attention.

“Did you know about your mother’s aunt Emma?” Our responses were obviously not convincing so Jack sipped his tea and continued. “When Val was very young her mother died. I don’t know what happened to her, I think she was very poorly. Anyway Val’s father asked his younger sister Emma if she could help him to look after Val until he could get himself sorted out. Emma, only a teenager herself at the time, moved in and took over the role of mother to Val. Her brother never did re-marry nor make any other arrangements and Emma was happy to look after Val.”

Jack finished his tea. “Did you know that much?” He looked from me to Penny again.

Penny responded, taking Jack’s cup. “Not really, Jack. I think Emma died before I was born, we knew Val’s real mother had died but not much more.” Penny looked at me and I shrugged, I couldn’t recall her at all.

“I wonder if I might use your bathroom, er . two cups of tea and all that . .?

Penny showed Jack where the bathroom was and came back beside me on the settee. “There was an aunt Emma in the story, do you remember?” She said urgently holding my hand. I nodded and we both tried to remember any mention of an aunt Emma.

We were still holding hands when Jack returned. “Thanks.” He said returning to his seat and not obviously looking at our joined hands. “Well now, where were we?”

“You asked us about an aunt Emma.” Penny reminded him.

“Of course.” Jack smiled. “Fifty years ago I went to stay at the house next door to Emma and Val’s. They were my family – an aunt and two girl cousins, the uncle was away working in the south somewhere. Both my cousins were friendly with Val and my aunt Jane liked Emma, they all got on well.” Jack paused, seemingly a long way away in his mind. “We all got along very well, famously in fact. It was my best ever holiday, still ranks as top for me!” He smiled escort karaman again as he recalled old times. Then he looked serious,collecting his thoughts and words with some care. The way he looked at me caused goose bumps to prickle on the back of my neck.

“I wonder how you would feel . .?” He paused looking at our clenched hands. We were silent, expectant, listening attentively. Jack looked from Penny to me and back before going on. “I have something to tell you and I’m just going to say it. OK?” He leaned forward in his seat, saying clearly and quietly “You are not brother and sister.”

Still leaning forward he searched our faces for a reaction. There was plenty! Our mouths dropped open, we looked at each other. I wrapped my arms around Penny and she was crying. We hugged closer and closer.

When we were ready to listen to Jack we found that he had taken the tea tray into the kitchen and was just settling back into the armchair. “That went better than I expected.” He said, smiling at our astonished faces. “The other news, Harry, is that I am your father!”

Again Jack searched our faces. I said “We read one of Val’s stories . .” I looked at Penny. “You must be the Jack she wrote about.”

“She wrote stories too, did she?” Jack smiled. “I’d love to read them sometime. Yes, I was the Jack who made love to Val for her first time.”

“So are we half-brother-sister or something?” Asked Penny.

“No, definitely not any sort of brother and sister apart from your upbringing. I’ll explain what happened, just stop me if you have a question or need a break.” Jack paused, that easy smile playing on his lips again, “We might need another cup of tea or something stronger sometime!”

“OK, get comfy folks. On the occasion that Val wrote about I was actually making love with her aunt Emma, it was her first time too. Emma was a 25 year-old virgin. I loved her, loved her desperately.” Jack’s lips clenched tight and his eyes were watery now.

We were very careful to avoid getting Val pregnant but Emma wanted, like really wanted, to have her own baby. I knew that the feelings we had for each other were special and so for the rest of that holiday we did our best to become parents, despite our age difference. I was the same age as Val. Sadly on the last day of our holiday I was told that Emma had started her period. I was devastated but eventually got over it, too much else to think about at that age.” Jack was smiling again now.

“I didn’t see any of them for some time. It was seven years later, my older cousin Mandy who lived next door to Val was getting married. I came home from the army to go to the wedding. Val was there with Simon, your father Penny. They had just been married, but with them was a young boy. His name was Harry.” Jack paused as he re-lived the events. “My aunt Jane was in tears as she confessed that she had lied when she told me Emma had not been pregnant but she and Emma had talked it over and they thought it best that I didn’t know about the baby.” Jack’s eyes were brimming again.

“Of course I forgave aunt Jane, she was only doing what she and Emma thought was right.” Jack paused again, noisily blowing his nose. “You’d think I was over it by now wouldn’t you?” His smile was sad and he looked his age for the first time. After a few moments he continued.

“It was the wheel going full circle I guess. Emma contracted some sort of blood disorder.” Jack shrugged sadly. “Nowadays it would be corrected in no time. She died while you were still a baby, Harry. Val stepped in and took over as mother, just as Emma had done for her. So, Harry, the only mother you ever knew was Val. She and Simon brought you up as brother and sister despite your ten year age difference. I think they went through a formal legal process to protect the situation.”

Jack’s shoulders slumped as though he had unloaded a great weight. Penny offered “Maybe another tea would be good Jack.” She went to the kitchen to turn on the kettle.

She called from the kitchen “So Harry and I are cousins of some sort?”

“Yes” replied Jack. “Actually Harry and Val were true cousins. You two are cousins once removed. That always sounds very uncomfortable!” He was back to his old smiley self again.

I asked. “If you knew about me did you try to do anything about it?”

Jack laughed. “When the female mafia gets together we chaps don’t stand a chance Harry!”

Penny came back with a fresh pot of tea, Jack’s eyes lit up. “Yes please, Penny.” Then he continued. “They obviously knew that when I came up for the wedding I would find out about you and start counting months so Jane and Val worked out their strategy. In the end they needn’t have worried. I was un-married, in the army, constantly going away to play at soldiers. I couldn’t really get involved as a parent. We agreed that for Harry’s sake we had to let things continue in the stable environment he knew. Both Jane and Val were great and kept me informed about your karaman escort bayan progress Harry. I was always quietly proud that you were my son, the son that Emma and I so dearly wanted.”

It was my turn to get dewy eyed along with everyone else. Penny was openly sobbing, girls are better at letting it out than blokes! We all kept our thoughts to ourselves as we drank more tea.

Jack put his empty cup down and sat back. “Sorry folks. I guess that wasn’t the afternoon you were expecting. But at least it’s all out in the open now. I’ll toddle back to the pub where I’m staying and let you talk things over. Why don’t you two come down this evening and we’ll have a meal there together?”

We agreed a time and Jack stood to leave. Jack offered his hand. As I took it we went automatically into a hug that spoke volumes. There were tears in Jack’s eyes as he hugged Penny. He couldn’t speak, none of us did.

Penny and I just stood holding each other, both crying openly as we watched Jack’s steady stride take him down the lane. He didn’t look back. We locked the door and went to bed.

Naked we held each other again, just soaking up the new situation. Penny stroked my back, in a consoling way. I loved her even more.

I think our emotional upheaval had exhausted us and we dozed off. An hour later I woke with Penny spooned against my back. Her breasts pressed my skin and her arm was draped across my chest, her fingers barely touching but softly caressing my nipple. She realised I was awake and murmured urgently. “I love you Harry, I want to marry you.”

As I rolled over to hold her in my arms I said “I love you too Penny and we will be married. Isn’t it wonderful, now we really can be married.” Our kisses started soft and loving but became more passionate.

Penny pushed me onto my back and swung a beautiful naked leg across my middle. She leaned up and caressed my lips with a nipple as she hung her lovely breasts above me. Delicately she swung the other nipple to replace the first and I took it between my lips. Her head also hung down and her hair was like a screen around our inter-locked faces. Our eyes gazed deeply into the other’s, our love flowed through those eyes and filled our beings.

Inevitably, the animal in me began to take over! My cock was about as erect as it could be and it was now teasing Penny’s puffy vagina lips as she sat across my waist. Without breaking our eye contact she reached around to hold my cock, gently wiping it across her moist vagina lips before locating it into her warm, wet entrance. We held that position, perfectly balanced on the edge of entry while our eyes continued to exchange the deepest love. Slowly, imperceptibly Penny’s body drew my erection inside. It seemed like hours before our pubic bones met and did their own special greeting dance. Penny sat up slowly, then sensuously rotated her vagina around my penis.

She looked down, her hair still draped around her face. Her eyes were soft focus and far away as she ground herself against me. I reached up my hands and tenderly touched her breasts, caressing her extended nipples with the palms of my hands. Her internal muscles were working their magic on my penis and her chest flushed crimson as she wandered helpless into a fog of pleasure. She made no sound though her mouth was wide open. Her breathing was ragged and now the urgency of her grinding increased, with a loud gasp she collapsed forward onto my chest her cunt striving to maintain contact with my cock.

I gently rolled her and re-filled her eager pussy. We seemed almost to be moving with some far distant ocean. A long gentle rolling action, repeated lazily but becoming ever stronger as we approached land. Our energies surged like breaking waves on the beach until we crashed in the foam on the perfect sand. Our spent bodies, like the receding spent waves drew back and quietened. Our breathing was synchronised as it slowed back to normal. Calm again, serene stillness surrounded us.

“Harry, my dearest, darling Harry. Every time we make love is even more beautiful.”

“I love you Penny.” We relaxed and loved each other more with every second.

The seconds passed, minutes passed! The clock reminded us that we needed to be getting ready. Showering after that love-making was blissful, just gentle caresses and lots of little kisses.

Dried and dressed we locked up and set off for the pub. We paused at ‘our’ tree and kissed lovingly then moved on.

Jack had chosen the same table Penny and I used on our last visit, maybe the patron put him there when he booked. He stood as we approached and we shook hands again. He kissed Penny’s cheek.

“So, how did you recover from my visit?” He saw something in our faces and laughed. “Sorry, wrong question! How do you feel about it now? It must be strange to change parents at your age Harry.”

I confessed “I hadn’t really thought of it in that way. I always knew Simon wasn’t my real father, well at least from the time I saw my birth certificate. The father’s name was absent. I asked my mother, sorry Val, why it said Emma as the mother’s name. She said she was born Emma Valerie. She said they switched to using Val when she lived with Emma to avoid confusion and the name stuck. That kept me quiet until today, I really had no idea!”

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Waking up Auntie Ch. 02

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Aw Shit!!

“How long were you standing there?”

“Long enough, and I’m gonna tell. What the hell were you thinking? She’s going to kill you know!”

“She is supposed to be at work. She overslept. I was trying to wake her.”

“Yeah right, I saw that. So wake her.”

“Aunt Lena!”

She sat up with a start. Valerie and I told her that she overslept and that she was going to be late. In her rush I don’t think she even noticed that her breast was out. She jumped up and started the whole Dagwood Bumstead thing. She thanked us got dressed and drove to work.

“I’m still gonna tell.”

“Come on Val, please, you can’t.”

“I can, and I will, and I’ll do it when she gets home in the mourning…unless.”

“Unless what?”

“Unless you do me like you were doing Aunt Lena.”

“What!!? I can’t do that, you’re my sister.”

“And she’s your aunt, so get over here.”

And with that, she laid down where auntie was. Valerie is my older sister by one year. She must be adopted, because she doesn’t have the body of the rest of the women in the family. For one, she is a lot taller at 5’10, 34-24-36, and she is built more like a dancer. She works out a lot so she is really toned, and she has great legs. Think Marion Jones with Hershey kiss skin.

“Come on Ricky!”

She must have buca escort caught me just staring at her. See the thing about me and Val is that we are the two of my siblings that are the closest in age, so been through a lot together. We practically grew up next to each other. When we were smaller, we even took baths together. Things became distant between us when the wonder years were upon us. That hit her a few years before it hit me, but even then, she would come to me when felt awkward about something about her body. We would do stupid shit like pants rub without pants. Just innocent discovery stuff. You know, show me yours and I’ll show you mine type shit.

So this wasn’t a complete shock. In this cramped house we have seen each other naked plenty of times. But it seems I wasn’t the only wondering about the other one. Although I have seen her naked before, I knew she was comfortable showing her body, especially to me. Or that’s how it seemed. Not that she was an exhibitionist or anything like that. We were just used to dressing around each other. But this was different.

She also ran track. This was another thing we shared. It was the middle of the season and her body was in mid-season form. The lines of her body were hard with the tone of her muscles, her four pack buca escort bayan and her legs, but she looked so soft at the same time.

I knew what she wanted me to do, and this didn’t seem wrong at all, almost natural. I tried to reach out and touch her but I was a little tentative. I guess I was going too slowly for her because her hand met my hand and she put it on her chest. She has always pretty much slept braless, in a long but thin tee shirt, and this night wasn’t any different. She slowly guided my hand across her chest and down to her tummy.

She closed her eyes when we got to the bottom of her shirt as she helped me slid it up her body and then over her head. My god! She’s grown since I’d seen her last. She was completely naked except for a pair of silk and very lacy see through panties I’d never seen her wear before. One hand returned to her chest, while the other was guided to her pussy. I couldn’t believe how warm her pussy felt. I could see through the little window of her panties that she recently trimmed her pussy hair. And she was very wet. She reached for and unzipped my jeans.

“Now, just like you were doing auntie.”

I grabbed it and rubbed it across her tittie. She licked her fingertips and traced it around the head of my dick. She escort buca closed her eyes again and started breathing heavier. She rolled toward me so I could reach her other tittie. I reached to rub her wetness. She started pull her panties down and off of her legs. This was a lot farther than I thought things would go. She sat up and slid to the edge of the sofa and motioned me to eat her.

I took off the rest of my clothes and kissed my way up her thigh. I could feel her body get tense and then relax. I closed my and just followed her heat. I stuck my tongue inside and tried my best to work it around. I didn’t really know what I was doin’ so I just put my mouth everywhere I could and I sucked and sucked. She grabbed my ears and kinda steered my where she wanted to go. Her hips rose to meet my face, then she started to shake, more like vibrate.

She put her hands on my forehead to push me away. She was done and I thought it was my turn, but she pulled her panties up and put her sleep shirt back on.

“Wait a minuet, what about me?”

“What about you?”

“You’re not going to leave me like this are you?”

“You know, I’d planned to, but I think you deserve something in return.” So she my dick in her mouth and licked it with her tongue. But she released my just as suddenly as she took me in.

“On second thought, I think I’ll tell Auntie about you anyway. It’s getting late, you better get some sleep. I’ll be telling her when she gets in the mourning.” Then she disappeared up the stairs.

I knew that Aunt Selena would kill me if Valerie squealed on me, so I knew would have to get to auntie first.

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