Aunt Tess

Aunt Tess

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In near desperation Faye Monroe called her youngest sister Tess. She was attempting to find accommodation for her son Harry for all of June while she and husband Alex toured Europe.

Faye, who lived in LA, said it didn’t suit Tess’s sisters Beth and Rosemary who lived in San Jose and Sacramento to take him.

“With your sisters and husbands both living in small apartments with children, I can understand their reluctance to take Harry for longer than a couple of nights. Alex and I are taking mom with us so that bed option is out.”

Tess said happily, “Yes sure mom, no problem. I don’t know what Fiona will say but it will be okay. Steve will be down south for most of June supervising construction of his company’s new plant.”

“Oh will it really be okay with you and Fiona having a 20-year old college guy staying without a man in the house? I’m thinking of your neighbors.”

“Our neighbor keep out of our hair, and we virtually snub them so no problem.”

“So it’s all right then?”

“Certainly. How’s your sex life going darling?”

* * *

Tess met Harry at Hector Airport and almost didn’t recognize him. In the two years since she’d last seen him he’d grown taller and was beginning to muscle up. Faye had said he was playing college football so had a non-stop fitness program to follow. As for the spots on his face that Fiona had complained about when they were last together, they were gone along with his teen years.

“Hi Aunt Tess. Where’s Fi?”

“Just Tess will do. She left this morning for Florida. Her boyfriend’s grandparents invited her to accompany him there.”

“Then it’s just you and me?”

“Yes darling, sorry about that. Your boring old aunt will try to find some young people for you to socialize with. I guess some of Fiona’s friends will not have gone away although the young tend to believe North Dakota is not the place to spend summer.”

“They’ll be too young for me being around Fiona’s age. I imagine she’s looking forward to starting college?”

They were walking to collect Harry’s bags. Tess said firmly, “Don’t be too set in dating only females your age darling. You never know what you might be missing.”

“What an older woman like you?” he grinned.

Tess’s almost tripped over her feet thinking this was going to be easier than she’d expected.

“Mom and grandma sent their love. They left this morning. They’d decided to fly to Montreal and stay three days because they’d not been there before. Will you be okay with just me in the house? I mean what will your neighbors think?”

“Yes I’ll be fine. I’m your aunt Harry.”

“Yes I know that and you know that?” he said, glancing at her and then she was aware his focus had settled on her breast. She smiled secretly. It had been worthwhile hitching them up uncomfortably high that morning.

Harry unpacked in the guestroom thinking if Tess updated her clothes and wore decent make-up, he could be tempted to have a go. But she had meager sex appeal and because of her personal neglect looked as old as his mom despite being seven years younger.

They got through that evening and the next day and evening without reducing themselves into mutants. Surprisingly Harry proved to be a both a good listener and talker and shared some of Tess’s interests, just a few. Her quest to learn of his interests stopped when he looked at her steadily and said, “Drinking with the guys, partying and having great sex.”

She wanted to tell him how could anyone extract the benefits of creative socializing from those activities but refrained, vaguely remembering they may have come close to her priority interests at his age although she would have expressed such interests more delicately.

“How many times a night do you and Uncle Steve have sex?”

Tess’s mind appeared to switch off. Blood pounded her head and her fingers curled spontaneously and she was sure he’d said how many times a NIGHT. God who had sex that often? For years Steve had been reduced to slipping between her legs three times a month, perhaps four times if they’d been out drinking and lust seized them, er he’d yawn and say what about it and she’d nod and would say providing he didn’t take too long because she was sleepy.

Harry was talking to her again. Her mind resumed transmission.

He said, “I was just interested. You don’t have to answer or wring my neck for being impertinent.”

“Usually three times.”

“Jesus,” he snorted and sounded impressed. At that point she realized she’d meant to add a month but somehow that had filtered out of her intended confession. But no she didn’t want to add she meant a month and having him switch off.

“But I also lie.”

He grinned and she laughed and knew that had concluded that conversation with no harm being done.

“Do you masturbate?”

“No,” she shrieked. “I’m off to bed.”

God the only other person to have ever asked her that question was her mom when Tess had been in her teens.”

The nerve of the asshole. She should have slapped his face.

Next morning Tess was standing at the bathroom doorway nude and bent wide at the knees, playing with her pussy and brushing her teeth with her Escort free hand while watching ‘Breakfast’ on TV across the room. Harry came in with coffee.

“Harry!” she screamed in shock, standing petrified.

“Sorry, I should have knocked,” he said. “I see you are doing your morning exercises. Nice tits. I’ll leave your coffee beside your bed and get breakfast underway.”

“Harry?”

“Yes?” he asked, turning to look at the toothbrush being held in one of her two hands shielding her vulva, perhaps thinking that was an unusual place to have teeth.

“Promise me you’ll never tell a single soul you caught me like this?”

“Sure Jess I promise. It’s no big deal. Women who claim they don’t do it are liars or else are selfishly denying their bodies.”

“Get out of my bedroom Harry.”

“Sure but don’t forget to finish off what you were doing.”

Tess sat on the bath shaking. Christ he hadn’t turned a hair and had seen her with three fingers in her vagina. She’d never be able to talk to him or even face him again.

Ten minutes later Tess walked into the kitchen intending to say she’d simply being straightening curly hair down there and he was never to go into her bedroom again.

“Oh hi, you are looking calmer than I expected,” he said, pulling out her chair. “Please sit and have your juice while I make you an omelet. May I ask why don’t you clip your pubic hair?”

“I-I have thought about it often. Steve suggested a couple of times that I should remove all that hair.”

“I prefer it clipped.”

Accepting that once again her control of their conversation had been lost, Tess sighed and said, “Seen a lot of clipped and shaven pussy have you?”

“A bit. It began at college when I was plowing my way through the females in my class willing to be with me but this year there are four female lecturers that have been keeping me happy, and some other guys also I suspect. Three of them clip but most of the female students shave either completely or almost so.”

“Well that makes you experienced.”

“Has mom told you I often clip her and shave the edges?”

“What! God she’s your mother.”

The redhead grinned, creasing his freckles and made Tess feel such a fool when he said, “Yeah right.” Of course he knew who was his mother.

“H-how…?

Tess couldn’t go on.

“It’s usually on a Sunday morning when dad is at golf. Mom will call out “Clip time” and that usually provides a welcome break from my studies. She’ll be ready for me, lying on a towel on the bed with her legs well apart. She always has a top on.”

“God well that’s something.”

“When I finish I usually lick and finger her until she comes.”

“Do you… do you…?” Tess croaked.

“No she refuses to let me push my dick into her or to even allow me to unzip.”

“Oh you poor boy,” Tess said sarcastically and was horrified when he said did she want him to do it to her.”

“What?” she croaked.

“Clip you,” Harry said, flipping the omelet expertly, placing on the grated cheese, chopped tomato and parsley, and folding it and serving.

“God this is better than I do an omelet.”

“Those female tutors I mention are all great cooks, one of them has worked in the kitchen of her parents’ restaurants since she was twelve.”

Just as Tess forked her first taste of omelet into her mouth Harry said, “If you want me to fuck you just indicate your interest.”

Tess’s eyes bulged but she thought it indelicate to scream at him with her mouth full. Harry grinned at her and left the room. God he was acting like a man rather than a 20-year-old kid.

He returned dressed for running. “I don’t eat before I go running. I think you’ll be a good fuck as you move well and don’t carry much extra weight. How old are you?”

She answered on auto, “Thirty-seven.”

“Oh same age as my lecturers Patricia and Annie. Both of them are married.”

Stunned, Tess watched him smile and wave goodbye.

“Bye,” she managed.

God he probably had a pole-sized cock to attract sexually active lecturers. No way would he get that up her but then she remembered that was contrary to her intention.

Tess made the beds, not wanting to think of him, but that only made her think of him. She’d decided to allow him to clip her pubic hair but had scolded he was not to lick her. Her next thought was how long was his tongue.

She groaned. She had intended to fuck him but the plan was for her to make the play.

Harry returned from running, all hot and sweaty.

Tess got straight into it.

“Harry I’m your aunt, a married woman and no way…”

“I’m only twenty Tess. Imagine being fucked by a guy seventeen years your junior. It will be something to remember long after Uncle Steve no longer engages in sex with you.”

“I… I…”

Tess couldn’t think of what she wanted to say.

Finally she managed, “Go shower you oaf and don’t think of me if you touch your dick.”

She was appalled she’d added that last bit. Why was she attempting to rile him? Oh god, the grin on his face meant he knew she was saying what she didn’t mean.

He entered the kitchen and she served Escort Bayan him scrambled eggs, not wishing him to look at her version of an omelet.

“Oh what perfect eggs, with no sign of excess liquid. Thank you. I am privileged.”

God what a Casanova going on about scrambled eggs like that. She’s been making scrambled eggs since she was six.

She blushed and said it was her pleasure.

“Go grab a pair of scissors and comb, a towel and a hand mirror and a pillow. I’ll do you here on the table because you would be nervous being with me hovering over your bared pussy on your bed.”

“No I wouldn’t… er yes I would. Yes out here will be great. I remind you the deal is you clip me, but only to clip me.”

“I’ll have full view of your pussy?”

“I realize that.”

“And I am your nephew.”

“For goodness sake Harry, do you or do you not wish to clip my pussy?”

“Yes of course. Off you go and return smiling. You are not unique. All women I’ve ever seen undressed have a pussy.”

That comment appeared to calm Tess. She returned smiling, having removed her skirt and panties and placed on to the table the items he’d nominated.

“Here, let’s kiss to get you really relaxed,” he said, placing an arm around her. Tess turned and raised her lips and was kissed, beautifully. The kiss went on and she could feel her resistance melting. God she was allowing him to lead. But he dropped his arms and stepped back.

“Please remove your top and bra.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to take a good look at your tits.”

“I prefer them being called breasts.”

“That’s fine but I have my preference.”

Tess removed all of her clothing and sighed, “They droop.”

“Of course they do Tess. You are thirty-seven and a mother.”

“Thank you for that sensitive comment.”

She went in backwards to the table, having no wish for him to eye her anus.

He grinned as she took her weight on her hands and wriggled her ass on to the table.

Harry grabbed the pillow and handed it to her.

As Tess lay on the pillow she sighed in relief thinking at this stage in the bedroom he would have been testing the springs. She was uncomfortable but almost felt safe on this table.

“You’re in a great position to be fucked,” he said. “On of those lecturers I mentioned, Annie, climbs on to her hands and knees on her office desk and has me chew around her asshole while I finger her.”

Tess almost threw up in horror at his bluntness. She knew he was goading her, attempting to see how far he could push her before she broke and lost her temper.

“Oh how lovely for Annie,” she said, trying to sound calm. “Please get on with it.”

Harry clipped away. Tess knew she was becoming aroused and her nipples were a dead give-away. She was also sure her pussy was beginning to drip.

“I can smell your arousal.”

Omigod. Just how upsetting could a guy get? She closed her eyes and slowly began giggling. Yes giggling.

“What?”

She opened her eyes and stared at him. Your touching me is arousing me. At first I worried about my nipples hardening and you noticing that and then I worried about dripping a little. I had totally overlooked any muskiness and until you embarrassingly made a big thing out of it.”

“There’s nothing that should be embarrassing. It’s just your body behaving perfectly normally. I really like your tits and have noticed they haven’t pancaked although you are on your back. You appear in good shape and ought to fuck well.”

“What?”

“You’ll have the fitness to put effort into it right through to climaxing.”

“It’s tiring putting great effort into it when on your back.”

“Who fucks on their back?”

Tess who was never fucked any other way licked her lips. She decided to give him the green light: “I’ve decided to let you have what you want from me.”

“Let’s discuss that marvelous offer tomorrow. You must think carefully about it overnight.”

Tess marveled was he only twenty?

After checking on progress with the mirror for the second time she said, “I haven’t worked out what to say when Steve expresses surprise finding I’m clipped down there.”

“Tell him it was a wet day, we had nothing to do, so I suggested I clip you.”

“Are you insane?”

“Very well, please tell me your more convincing explanation?”

Tess giggled. “Oh god, me being clipped and you living alone in the same house as me. What else could he think but you have been sleeping with me?”

“You could try this one, that you went to your beauty parlor and was clipped to give him a welcome home surprise.”

Tess appeared interested and finally said, “Yes, that could be very convincing. I won’t need to wait twelve hours to fully consider my decision.”

“Tough because nothing happens if it happens before tomorrow.”

Tess looked at herself in the full-length bedroom mirror and smiled when she saw the alternative to an unruly bush, not that she’d been overly hirsute. Good boy, she thought, feeling modernized. Oh yeah she sighed. Her body maintenance activity had just increased although it would be a fairly insignificant new chore Bayan Escort compared with keeping her vulva fully shaven. What had just happened would rate as one of the most unusual experiences of her life. She couldn’t wait to tell her friends and her daughter… oh yeah?

After dressing and doing her hair properly Tess went to the kitchen and found Harry leaning back on his chair with his feet on the table reading the newspaper. She was about to ask him to remove his feet from her table but instead pictured herself on her hands and knees on the table and Harry chewing her ass. Omigod, the scumbag had told her about that so she’d think about it! She went up and pulled his feet off the table and said “Coffee?”

He replied please and added she had a pretty good butt for a woman of her age.

Tess ignored that, relieved she hadn’t slammed him over the head with the breadboard. Her age indeed! The insinuation of that comment suggested she was ancient. That switched her to thinking about having sex but her conscience yelled don’t do it because it would land them both in trouble.

“Why aren’t you running this morning?”

“Because I’m on light routine over summer and run only every second day. I’ll find a gym nearby this morning.”

“Come with me to my gym; it accommodates both male and females.”

“Oh so that explains why you have a fairly tight butt and good weight control.”

“Yes perhaps. Oh while I remember, I’ll be having lunch with three of my girlfriends. Do you wish to join us?”

“No thanks, they’ll only want to fuck me.”

Tess sighed… oh the confidence of youth.

“I’ll prepare you a chicken salad,” she said, thinking probably Imelda would have quietly asked him for his mobile phone number.

Imelda arrived at 12:15 on the way to the city and had diverted as usual to call for Tess. Tess saw her pull up and thought Imelda was never early except today. Usually she arrived at 12.35 or even later and would toot and Tess would run out. She had to stop Imelda coming in.

Tess grabbed her handbag and said goodbye and Harry looked at her and grinned.

“What?”

“You’ve forgotten lipstick.”

“Oh damn. She ran to the bedroom but it was too late. Imelda was already entering the kitchen by the time Tess returned holding her lipstick tube.

“Oh hi.”

“Hi Tess, I’m early today. I’ve been early all morning.”

“This… this is my nephew Harry. Harry this is Mrs Amoretti.”

By then Imelda was fully into the kitchen and could see Harry.

Harry stood and smiled and Imelda said throatily, “Well look at you.”

“Eh?”

“It means I’m impressed Harry. I just love red hair and lithe and yet muscular bodies of young men, not that I ever get near them. Um until now.”

“We must go,” Tess urged.

“No we are early. Go put on your lipstick darling. There is something I wish to ask Harry.”

God what a whore, Tess fumed, surprised she’d labeled her best friend like that. Well Imelda was poaching, practically perspiring working hard to try to appear sexy.

Fixing a smile in place Tess returned the kitchen and said, “Come on let’s go. Bye Harry.”

“Yes bye Harry,” Imelda said and practically purring added, “It was so lovely meeting you.”

“Feel free to phone me anytime you wish Imelda.”

God the bitch had screwed his phone number from him and had told him to call her Imelda. Tess was furious.

Walking to the car Imelda said, “Harry told me he’s staying here all month. That means he’s alone in the house with you. Are you fucking him darling?”

That improper question knocked the fight out of Tess. She wouldn’t be able to fob Imelda off with a nothing answer.

“I wish but he’s my nephew.”

“It’s already a sin to commit adultery darling so adding another scarcely matters.”

Tess said submissively, “Are you aiming to explore his body?”

“Oh cute wording darling. You tell me to butt out and I will, although reluctantly. You are my best friend and so I respect your wishes.”

“No go for it,” Jess said, practically gnashing her teeth. “But remember it would be adultery.”

“Being concerned about adultery has not worried me prior to this darling. Well off we go. I’ll wait for a day when I’m home alone for at least four hours and will invite him over, providing that’s okay with you?”

“Yes sure,” Tess said as Imelda noisily shifted into the car’s next gear. “But four hours… what would you do with him for such a long time?”

“Fuck of course should he decide to enjoy my fulsome hospitality. Guys of his age and fitness are capable of going all night if need be.”

There was silence.

“Didn’t you know that?”

“No,” Tess squeaked.

Tess returned home at 3:00, Imelda driving straight off to be home when the youngest child arrived home from school. At 4:00 Tess drove Harry to her gym and enrolled him for a month and paid the fee, ignoring his protest.

As a female trainer took him round the circuit three whores surrounded them to be introduced to Harry. Tess was warming up on a treadmill and couldn’t believe how tough it would be if she was to shield her nephew from all these cock-crazy bitches. Didn’t they have their own guy or girlfriend to keep them fully satisfied? Obvious not and not even Imelda for that matter, despite being married to Hot Toddy as she and her other close friends referred to Imelda’s hairy husband Todd.

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“I am a good mother,” she said to her reflection in the mirror, the fog still covering her naked body except her head. She was brushing her teeth, pausing only for the motivational tapes. Again, they played, speaking almost mechanically, “You are a good wife.” She repeated, “I am a good wife.”

She had found these at a used-items store, and thought to give them a try. Lately her husband had been away on longer trips, too tired to make love when he got home. ‘Ironic,’ she thought at the time, ‘That it’s the husband who’s finally stopping great sex!’ She and her husband were (if she recalled correctly, it had been so long) beasts in bed. On their honeymoon, neighbors filed a noise report three times for the loudness of her moaning and screams, and her bouncing so forcefully against the mattress and banging it into the wall.

“You are a good lover,” the tape said. “I am a good lover,” she said hypnotically. The fog had cleared a bit, revealing her cleavage and the top part of her breasts. The stretch marks of her early blooming were still on the tops of her white breasts, and she was beginning to see her nipples. Her husband commented whenever he was home about her beautiful breasts, not too big, not too small, and said he always felt attracted to the stretch marks, even though she hated them.

The tape recorder clicked, and no more voice came out. She sighed, and finishing her morning routine, emerged from the bathroom a beautiful mother. She walked to the calendar to see what was going on today, barely glancing out the front window. She saw the newspaper on her way, and decided to get it later.

The calendar had nothing of importance to share, and she sighed again. Suburbia was beginning to become a boring place. A foul odor hit her nostrils, and she glanced around, looking for the source. Although nothing appeared that created the smell, she had to get the smell out of the air, unless she wanted to vomit. She opened the cabinets under the sink, and saw, to her dismay, a small dripping of the pipes. About a drop every twenty seconds, she knew it would stack up and drown her eventually. After grabbing the aerosol can with a clean smell, she made a mental note to get a repair guy on the sink.

She began her trek to the newspaper outside. She spent most of the day home alone, her son with friends over summer break from college, and her husband at work. Naturally, she found no need to wear a bra, or even underwear as the case was becoming. Her heavy tits bobbed and swayed as she walked, and her nipples grew hard in the chill air. She put her hands in her sleep pants’ pockets to keep her fingers warm, unintentionally pulling her pants down a bit, revealing the blonde pubes that matched her shortened blonde hair.

As she picked up her newspaper, a caravan of cars, reeking of diesel and testosterone drove by, undoubtedly her son and company. They were speeding too fast to get a good look at her. However, one car did slow down, the tinted windows blocking her view. She naturally smiled, assuming it was her son. In fact, as the window rolled down, it was her son’s friend, Joseph, sitting at the wheel.

“Good morning, Mrs. Pasternak,” he rumbled with a smile. Joseph had grown up in her neighborhood, and she had memories of him playing with her son, and Joseph’s brother, Jacob. Jacob, too, had a deep voice, a mischevious grin, and an aura of happiness. The two were so much alike she even assumed she knew how big Joseph’s privates were. Jacob had gone a little crazy when his girlfriend dumped him, and he had tried to rape her in the night. Jacob was nothing to write home about, except for the fact that he cries like a girl when you give him a good squeeze in a certain area. Joseph and Mrs. Pasternak tried not to bring that up.

“Good morning, Joseph,” she replied, smiling at him. She walked up to the window, her breasts pinched and resting Escort on the side of the car, with her arms folding on them. “How is my son doing? Not getting in trouble, right?”

“Joshua? No! Since when has Joshua gotten in trouble?” The two laughed at the sarcasm, and he carried on, “How are you, Mrs. Pasternak?”

“Oh, gotta hire a plumber, leaky faucet in the kitchen.” She stuck out her tongue, rolled her eyes, and laughed again. Joseph’s face lightened up. Mrs. Pasternak had also not noticed a time he tried to take a look at her tits. ‘Good man,’ she thought, ‘Better learn where to keep your eyes!’

“I’m a bit good at plumbing-things. I’ll be happy to do it for you!” Mrs. Pasternak’s smile widened, and gave her thanks and appreciation. “Not a problem, ma’am! I’d be happy to! When can I come over?”

She thought a bit and said, “How about two?” He shook his head no. “I got plans.”

“Three-thirty?” Shake.

“Five?” Shake.

“Seven?” Shake.

“Well, then I guess I better gotta call a plumber… I can’t wait till tomorrow for this, it’s driving me crazy!” Joseph reached into the back seat, and pulled out a tool belt. “Can I help ya now?” She smiled, nodded. He parked his car on the curb, got out, and put on his tool belt. He noticed the blonde pubes hanging out of her shirt, as well as her tits bouncing as he walked beside her, but he dared not make a comment.

She led him to the kitchen, and he looked at it himself. “Okay, I can help you with this! Easy, no problemo!” She thanked him, told him that if he needed anything he just had to ask, and she went about to the living room to begin dusting it.

After the living room was clean, she decided to do some laundry. About the same time, Joseph went into the bathroom, and was getting ready to pee. Just as his stream started, Mrs. Pasternak entered the bathroom with a laundry basket, expecting to get a load of dirty clothes to wash.

He turned in horror, and began to pee on her. She, by instinct, reached out for the source, and immediately tried to force it away. Joseph was fighting back, and she just kept forcing it back. “Joseph! Are you mad? You’re not supposed to pee on people!” She looked at him angrily, and a face of sadness overtook him. “Look, all you gotta do is say you’re sorry!” He opened his mouth, his face still twisted in shame and sorrow. No words came out. “Joseph, say you’re sorry!”

“PLEASE STOP!” he cried, his face still contorted. She looked at him questioningly, then finally noticed what she was doing. She was beating his cock, giving him a hand job unintentionally, her hand still moving from the small scuffle she had with Joseph before.

Wait… That IS a penis, right?

It was hard and swollen, about seven or eight inches long, and just bigger than the size of the circle made by her index finger and thumb. The head was covered by a foreskin, and it attempted to remain slanted, but the weight of the front had it curve down slightly. The color was a deeper brown than her husband’s.

As a matter of fact, it was bigger than her husband’s. Or Jacob. She hadn’t planned to see this!

Small drips of pre-cum fell to the floor, and she stood staring just a second longer, then hurried away, into the backyard, grabbing her MP3, and started blasting 70’s rock into her ears to try and forget what had happened. She tried to ignore the cold.

He came out after her, this time his pants up and his cock put away. He turned off the player, and started talking to her. “So you’ve seen me… ‘up’.” She didn’t respond, and even looked away. He continued, “You’re the first girl who’s ever seen me like that, y’know… Outside of pay-as-you-go'” This time she did look up. Joseph didn’t look half-bad, some would even say he looked good. He had short brown hair, he was at six-feet, he even had some muscle on him. She almost laughed.

“How Escort Bayan is that possible? You look good!” He frowned, and it was his turn to look away.

“What Jacob tried to do those years ago… Every girl has been scared to go near me since. They think I might try to hurt them, that I might go berserk if they dump me. You should have at least guessed that.” She hadn’t thought of that, actually. She, being an only child, didn’t understand the concept of “sibling relations”. She got up, and hugged him from behind.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” she said, feeling remorse. He felt her tits on his back. He couldn’t stop himself. His cock, originally placed between his pants and waist, was growing, pushing itself out of his pants. She, herself, could see this, but she didn’t freak out this time. He knew she was watching. With a little oomph to his PC muscle, it pulled out past his shirt, and appeared in the sunlight.

“Not used to hugs, either?” she asked rhetorically. She walked around in front of him, looking at his dick. He just stood there, not caring about it any more. She licked her lips, and asked, “Want to have sex?” He looked her in the eye, and freaked out a bit. His dick grew stiffer, the question obviously answered, but he asked, “I’m not sure I know how.”

Panic showed in her eyes. “You’re… Not a… Virgin, are you?” He shook his head no, replied, “It’s just I’ve never done it for a reason other than to cum. I mean, I cared less about the hooker cumming than I cared about me.” She nodded understandably, and fell onto her knees. She pulled off his pants, revealing that his balls were the size of golf balls. Were they always like that, or had he not…?

“Ready?” she asked. “As ready as I’ll ever be he said.”

It was unusual at first, trying to give such a large dick a blowjob. Though it wasn’t too wide it wouldn’t fit in her mouth, it was the length that worried her. She started slowly, moving it deeper and deeper until her nose was on his body, and she pulled back, using her left arm as a support on his stomach. Drool and pre-cum fell onto her chin, little lines connect his dick to her mouth. She gasped a bit. “My God… I’m not used to so much…”

“So the Mister ain’t as equipped as the plumber, is he?” She looked up at him, he smiling back with a look of triumph in his eyes. “No,” she said flatly, “He’s not. But he’s a hell of a better fuck than you.”

“Really?” he asked, still smiling. “Then who’s dick would you rather blow?” She looked down to her eye level, staring at the massive dick. She bit her lip, and proceeded to suck on the head and rub his shaft. He leaned against the wall for support, trying not to let gruff moans out.

She sucked hard and beat furiously, causing him to bust a nut rather quickly. “I’m cummin’!” he yelled, and she immediately grabbed his balls, pulling them down. It was an odd sensation, but he felt quite more sexual tension as his balls tried to rise up and she pulled opposite. He started spewing it out in streams instead of wads, with Mrs. coughing out semen and more getting onto her face and her hair. It fell down her shirt, warming her cool chest with his pleasure. He started losing his erection, his eyes rolling.

“How long has it been since you came?” she asked quietly. He sighed, “About two weeks. Why?” She coughed a bit, muttering, “Answers the question about your balls…” And then he looked at her.

Her face was whiter than before, as if he painted her face. Strands of hair stuck together, and some hung as globes at the ends of it on her shoulders. She wiped more away from her eyes, and a v-line of cum lined her shirt. “Oh.”

“Yeah, ‘oh’. Fuck, I’m covered in it… Aw, screw it,” she swore. Taking of her top, her tits lifted up and fell back down, and she started to wipe off her face with her shirt. She could see the beautiful tits swinging Bayan Escort freely, bouncing up and down, swaying sideways, and they had the greatest nipples he had ever seen, pink as her tongue and the size of nickels. He grew hard again, and he began stroking himself.

She removed the cum-stained shirt from her face, saw him pleasuring himself. It was more than twice the size of his fist! She could feel herself leaving a puddle on the porch floor. He then asked, “What’s your cup size?”

She blinked. “Why?”

“I get off on that stuff… Weird, huh? So what is it? 36C?” She laughed (and her tits bounced up and down), shook her head (and they moved side to side), and said, “30F’s.” He whistled. “Dah-yum! I like that!”

“I can see. C’mon, follow me…”

She led him into the master bedroom, a king-sized mattress with the works. She got onto the bed on all fours, and stretched out her back, her ass high in the air. A darker blue color was on the seams of her pants, and she asked seductively, “Please, Joseph, take off these pants…” He quickly did as he was told, revealing a nice, firm bottom and an equaling pleasing pussy. But then he frowned.

“Gotta condom?” he asked. She shook her head no. “Don’t all teenage guys have condoms on hand?” He frowned. “Fuck,” she said, then sighed exasperatedly. “Promise me you’ll pull out.”

“Promise. But… Uh…”

“Now what?!”

“Aren’t I a little… Y’know… Big for you?” It did prove to be a problem. A seven-and-a-half inch dick doesn’t work well with a girl just over five feet tall. Not to mention how wide he might make her… ‘What if my husband comes home and wants to fuck? How can I explain my widening to him?’ she thought.

But another thought said, ‘Fuck him, fuck IT!’

“Put it in,” she said. Immediately after, he forced his way in, and forgetting etiquette, tried put him in all at once. She yelled in pain, grabbing her ass and squirmed about. This put Joseph off balance, and he fell forward, all the way in. She could feel him inside of her, just behind her belly, and she forgot about the pain. He murmured a sort of apology, and began to slide in and out, going faster and faster, his balls banging against her legs, a rhythmic thud filling the room, her moans rising in intensity, juices gushing outwards, heat and panting combining together, until a high-pitched squeal came out of Mrs. Pasternak as she came onto the bed sheets, her legs giving way to her falling off of Joseph’s dick onto the bed.

“I’m not done!” he complained. She gurgled a bit, then mustered the strength to say, “But I am, Joseph… Go home, I’m done…” He frowned, got mad, and realized something.

“You’re not in a situation to tell me what to do.” He grabbed her ass cheeks, spread them apart, and, to her horror, forced his dick into her ass. It was immense pain, followed by an unusual amount of pleasure. She could feel him inside her again, in a completely different sort of way. Her body was numb, and she felt only a fraction of what joy could possibly be gotten from this. She was being used. And then she felt something completely unusual. It felt as if Joseph’s cock had gotten bigger, and cum was being pumped inside of her ass. He had cum. He sighed, simply stated, “The work here is done,” pulled out, put on his boxers and pants from outside, and left her all alone and abused.

An hour passed. She finally had the strength (or the want) to get up, but couldn’t sit down. Her ass was immensely sore, and as she walked around cum came falling out behind her onto the floor. Whose it was, she didn’t know. The pipe was fixed. She cleaned off the porch, her bed, and put her clothes on to wash. She cleaned herself up, put on clean clothes, and made sure there was no more cum falling out of her.

A familiar sound of a key unlocking a door came to her ears. “Honey, I’m home!” called Mr. Pasternak. She walked slowly, and attempted not to make it look unusual, and said, “Hi, hun!” They kissed, and he asked, “How was your weekend?” promptly followed by a playful, yet forceful slap onto the bottom.

“Yelp!” she cried.

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Amy’s Family Ch. 04

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Ass

Malcolm walked quietly to the guest bedroom, and watched his mother-in-law pack her overnight bag.

In his hands were his clothes for the two nights they would be away together. “Shall we share an overnight bag?” He asked.

She jumped when she heard his voice. Her heart raced and, she spat out the words. “Don’t creep up on me like that.”

“Sorry! I thought you knew I was here.”

“No, I didn’t!” She held her arms across her chest, leaned against him, and took a deep breath. He smelt good. “You bastard! You almost gave me a heart attack.”

He held her in his arms, like an adult comforting a child, her hair touching his face. She smelt of apple shampoo. “I’m sorry. Are we still friends?”

“We will be as long as you don’t creep up on me like that and frighten me to death.”

“I won’t do it again.” He hugged her, and with his hand moving across her back discovered she was not wearing a bra. He held her tight, her soft breasts pressing against his chest, and her hard nipples digging into him.

“What do you want?” She asked, her heart pounding.

“It’s silly for us to take a bag each, so I thought we might share one.”

She looked at the clothes in his hands. “Is that all your taking?”

“Yes.”

“If you’re a good boy and don’t frighten me again I might consider sharing.” She smiled at him.

“I promise I won’t frighten you.” He squeezed her tight enjoying her breasts and nipples pressing into him.

“Drop your clothes onto the bed.” She smiled.

“How did you sleep last night?” He asked.

“I couldn’t sleep with the noise you and Debbie were making. You two are very loud when you have sex.” She had hoped to embarrass him, but failed.

“We know. We’ve been told before. You and Barry made a lot of noise too. It sounded as though you were enjoying yourselves last night.”

“Hearing you fuck turned us on.” Sandra felt her face go red at saying the F word, and she pushed Malcolm playfully to cover her embarrassment.

It was only a gentle push but Malcolm fell onto the bed a lot easier than she had expected. He held her tight taking her down too. Landing on him she made a half hearted attempt to escape his grasp.

“Let go of me, Debbie or Barry might see us.” Sandra squirmed.

“Debbie won’t mind.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. Will it bother Barry?”

Sandra shrugged, hoping that her husband would not mind what she was doing with their son in law.

She squirmed some more in a half hearted attempt to escape his grasp, only stopping when she felt his hard penis pressing through her clothes. Sliding her hand inside his shirt she rubbed her fingers over his chest. “I’m looking forward to our trip to the Bio Dome.”

“So am I.” Malcolm was not thinking about the Bio Dome as he ran his fingers through her hair. He was thinking about what might happen between them in the bedroom they would share that night.

– – – – – – – – – o O o – – – – – – – – – –

Later that morning, standing by the front door Malcolm hugged and kissed his wife goodbye. A few steps away Debbie’s parents were doing the same thing. Holding Malcolm’s hand Debbie guided him over to her parents.

“Let’s have a family hug.” Debbie placed her hand on her father’s arm, and her parents moved apart giving them the room to join in. Debbie linked arms with her husband and father and, leaning forward kissed her mother. Both Debbie and her mother felt Barry’s penis stiffen against their thighs.

“I feel overdressed standing here with you two.” Sandra said to her husband and daughter.

“We’d better go. We’ve got a long drive ahead of us.” Sandra said to Malcolm.

Although Debbie was naked she stood outside and waved to her mother and husband as they drove away. Her father stood back in the hall so the neighbours would not see that he was naked.

“You enjoyed standing outside naked didn’t you?” Barry said to Debbie as she stepped back inside and closed the door.

“Yes, I get a thrill out of doing it.”

“Aren’t your afraid your neighbours will see you and complain?”

“They’ve seen it all before and never complained. I think some of them get off on it.”

“You’re lucky to have neighbours like that.”

“You’ve got neighbours like that too. I can’t imagine Catherine or Ian objecting to you or mum being naked.”

“They wouldn’t mind. But your mum would tell me off.”

“No she wouldn’t. She’s been okay with us all being naked for the past few days.”

“We might have a problem with mum. Last night she heard you and Malcolm talking, and whatever she heard made her get out of bed and stand by your bedroom door. From what I heard it sounded as though you were have sex.”

“She’s a voyeur.”

“Don’t joke about it. This could be serious. What were you talking about?”

“I can’t remember.”

“She quizzed me on what you and I did while she was out shopping yesterday.”

“How long did she watch us?”

“Long enough to get turned on. We had a wonderful fuck when she came back to Escort bed.”

“We heard you. It turned us on.” Debbie sounded aroused.

Bringing his hand up to his daughter’s face Barry gently touched her cheek with his fingers. “Your mother’s the love of my life and, I know it’s wrong, but all the time I was fucking her last night I was thinking of you.”

Debbie was excited and, she kissed his fingers. “Let’s fuck now.” She walked towards her bedroom, then realising that he had not moved turned towards him. “Come on. I want to have sex with you now.”

She was planning to fuck him cowgirl style. But when they got into the bedroom he took charge. Laying her on the bed he put his hands on her knees and moved them apart. He inspected her beautiful labia and, kneeling between her splayed legs put his tongue between her puffy lips and, licked along her moist slit. She tasted good. Easing the tip of his tongue into her he moved it in then out of her.

She lay still, and felt her father’s hot breath bathe her pussy, and with every lick of that sensitive area the intensity of her orgasm built up inside her until she was screaming. Neither of them cared that the windows were open allowing the sound to broadcast what they were doing to the neighbours. The old man from a house opposite heard them as he walked to the local shops. He knew what was happening, he had seen her naked and heard Debbie’s screams before.

Putting her hands on the back of her father’s head Debbie made sure that he did move away. But her father had no intention of stopping or of moving away. He was going to continue until his daughter came, and with each lick Debbie moved closer to her orgasm.

Debbie discovered her father was very good with his tongue. Her orgasm built slowly and became very intense. She lost control and, covered in sweat squirted pussy juice over his face.

She was impressed that he did not move away. He opened his mouth allowing her juices to flood in and swallowed. She looked lovingly at him and said. “Thank you. That was incredible.”

“I enjoyed it. You taste wonderful.” He licked his lips.

She laughed and ran her hands through his hair. “Now it’s your turn. Lay on your back. I’ll suck you off.”

Debbie licked the length of her father’s already rock hard penis before taking the tip of it in her mouth. Forming a tight O around it with her lips she sucked hard, and moved her head up and down taking all of its length deep into her mouth. Her father came quickly, his cum filling her mouth. She swallowed, then licked up what she had spilt. Teasing him she kissed the length of his body until their lips met and they tasted their own cum on the other’s lips. They kissed and touched like lovers before curling up together and sleeping.

Barry woke in bed alone. He walked through the house to the garden where he found Debbie lying on the two person sun lounger.

“Did you have a good sleep?” She asked.

“I had a wonderful sleep thanks to you. I woke up remembering another person who used to give me blow jobs and swallow cum just like you.” He lay down beside his daughter.

“Who was that?”

“My sister. You’re a lot like her. You look like her, you squirt like her, you’re just as good at giving a blow job and, you both swallow cum without hesitation.” He paused before adding quietly. “Your mum doesn’t swallow, she spits it out.” He sounded disappointed.

Debbie absentmindedly put her hand onto her father’s leg and rubbed his inner thigh. “And thank you for not moving out of the way when I squirted. Most people get quickly out of the way when that starts. I loved seeing you get soaked by it. And as for swallowing it. That was fantastic. It was a real turn on. I nearly had another orgasm when you did that.”

“It’s too good to waste.”

“Do you swallow mum’s?”

“She doesn’t squirt like you and Catherine. But I’ve swallowed gallons of Catherine’s over the years.”

“Over the years! How long did it go on between you and your sister?”

“Five years, two months and eleven days.”

“That’s a very exact number.”

Barry looked guilty. “I loved her then, and I love her now.”

“Does mum know?”

“I think so. When we first met she came skinny dipping with Catherine and me. She discovered that we were a lot closer than most brothers and sisters, but she never asked how far we’ve gone together and, I’ve never told her.”

Barry kissed his daughter on the lips, placed his hand between her thighs and fingered her pussy. “I love you just like I love my sister.”

While his fingers played inside her puffy lips she asked. “Do you think Malcolm and mum will have got there yet?”

“No! Not till this evening. Why?”

“I want to know if they have sex. Aren’t you curious?” Debbie took hold of her father’s penis and played with it making it stiff.

“Of course I am.”

“Fuck me again?” She got on all fours and presented her backside to her father inviting him to fuck her doggy style. He pushed his penis into her slit and they heard the Escort Bayan sound of his hips smacking against her buttocks.

Barry saw her breasts swing in time with each of his thrusts and, leaning forward cupped them, and pinched her nipples. Moments later Debbie’s vagina muscles gripped tight on his penis and she came.

– – – – – – – – – o O o – – – – – – – – – –

It was early evening, and still light when Malcolm and Sandra arrived at their bed and breakfast cottage. Sandra knocked on the front door while Malcolm parked the car. A woman Sandra’s age let them in, and showed them to their room. The room was small and to their surprise had only one bed.

“I’m sorry, I really didn’t know that there was only one bed.” Malcolm apologised when they were alone. It was a genuine mistake, but secretly he was looking forward to sharing a bed with his mother-in-law.

“Don’t worry. I believe you. I’m sure we’ll cope.” Sandra replied.

They unpacked and washed before going out for a meal and, on the way back to the cottage Malcolm apologised again because there was only one bed. “I knew that we’d be sharing a room but I honestly didn’t know that we’d be sharing a bed.” He said.

“You didn’t bring pyjamas did you?” Sandra said remembering what clothes he had given her to pack in her overnight bag.

“No. I didn’t think I’d need them. I’ll sleep in my underpants.”

“You don’t have to do that. It really isn’t a problem. I didn’t bring any night clothes either.”

“I saw your night clothes in you bag when you were packing.”

“I took them out when I saw that you weren’t bringing any. It’ll be alright. You’ll be on one side of the bed and I’ll be on the other. We’ve been naked together for a few days. I’m sure we won’t even notice once we’re in bed together.”

They undressed and Sandra stepped into the shower cubicle while Malcolm stood next to it and brushed his teeth.

“Will you help me wash my back? I can’t reach it all. Barry usually helps me.” Sandra said.

Malcolm stepped in beside her and washed her back. He became excited as he rubbed soap onto her back then rinsed it off. Looking down at her backside he thought about doing that too, but decided it was best not to go that far and stopped at her waist. Turning to him she noticed that his penis was stiff. “Thank you for doing that. Turn around. I’ll wash your back now.”

Malcolm didn’t need help, but he let her do it. He stood very still as she washed his back. Then without asking she continued down onto his backside, and he felt her breasts pressing on his back. He turned to face her not caring that she could see his stiff penis. “Thank you. Now look what you’ve done to me.”

“I should have asked, but I didn’t think you’d object.”

Putting his arms around her he placed his hands on her backside. “Now it’s my turn to wash your backside.”

He was going to pull her against himself, but he didn’t need to because she moved towards him pressing her body hard against his. Feeling confident she brought her arms up around his neck and, clasping them together said. “Promise me you won’t tell Barry or Debbie about this.”

“Debbie won’t mind, and I promise I won’t say a word to Barry about it.” As he spoke he brought his face down to her’s bathing her in his warm breath.

She was excited when their lips met, and opening her mouth pushed her tongue between his lips. Their tongues met inside his mouth and, moving her legs apart she allowed him to push his penis into her moist inviting hole.

They kissed while they fucked under the running water. Sandra clung onto him, and with her arms around his neck lifted her feet off the ground and hooked them around him. She eased herself down onto his hard cock, and with each of his thrusts she felt her orgasm build.

Malcolm came first. Sandra knew he was coming when he stopped thrusting and his body became stiff. His cum squirted deep inside her and then he felt her go rigid. They held onto each other, and with her vagina muscles clasped tight around his penis she orgasmed.

Sandra dried herself, lay on the bed smiling up at her son-in-law and, holding her arms out said. “Come here.”

Malcolm lay beside her and, putting his hand onto her face gently rubbed his thumb along the slit of her mouth. She kissed his thumb then bit it, and staring into his eyes rubbed her hands over his body.

Malcolm kissed her and positioned himself on top of her. She felt his penis against her opening and, she lay very still. She was desperate to be taken by him and, at that moment he could have done anything to her. She would not have resisted.

He kissed her face, her neck, her breasts and, her nipples before kissing her taut stomach. Finally he put his hand between her knees and forced her legs apart.

With his cock level with her pussy he pushed it into her, and with Sandra pinned to the bed by his weight they fucked. Malcolm had wanted to do this to his mother in law since the day they had met.

While they fucked their phones rang in Bayan Escort unison. They ignored them. Nothing was going to stop them fucking.

– – – – – – – – – o O o – – – – – – – – – –

After their fuck Sandra and Malcolm lay exhausted on the bed.

Sandra spoke first. “Last night when I was having sex with Barry I was thinking of you.”

“Does he know?”

“No.”

“And who were you thinking of while we fucked just now?”

“You. Don’t get me wrong. I love Barry. He’s the love of my life, and I love you but not in the same way.”

“I know what you mean. I love Debbie, and however many women I have sex with I always want to be with her.”

“And how many women have you had sex with?”

“I don’t know. How many men have you had sex with?”

“Two.”

“Two!” Malcolm was surprised.

“Yes! Seriously! Only two! I’ve only ever had sex with Barry and now you. How many women have you had sex with?”

“Let me think.” Malcolm joked.

“Tell me names. There’s Debbie and me. Who else? Tell me another name.”

“Megan.”

“Debbie’s friend Megan?”

“Yes.”

“Give me another name.”

“Amy.”

“My Amy?” Sandra was a little shocked.

“Yes. She’s just like you. She looks like you, and she fucks like you.”

“I hope that’s a good thing?” Sandra cupped his testicles in her hand and gave them a gentle squeeze to make sure he gave the right answer.

“It’s a very good thing that you fuck the same. Now, if you can arrange for me to fuck Debbie’s aunts and grandmothers I’ll have had sex with all the women in your family.”

“As you won’t tell me who you’ve had sex with for all I know you may already have had sex with all the women in the family.”

“I’ve had sex with so many women, and I’ve not always seen their faces so I may have had sex with them already. I just don’t know.”

“And how many men has Debbie had sex with?”

“Not that many.” He lied. It was a lot. He kissed her lips. “You are beautiful, and you are very sexy.”

“Thank you.” Sandra felt his penis growing against her hand.

They fucked again only to be disturbed when their phones rang. Malcolm was supporting himself on his arms and Sandra picked them both up and looked at the screens to see who was calling. “Debbie’s calling you, and Barry’s calling me.”

Malcolm could see the twinkle in her eyes. He pushed his penis deeper into her and held it there until her vagina muscles squeezed it. “Put mine on speaker. We’ll talk to them together.” He said.

The thought of Malcolm talking with Debbie while they fucked excited her, and she squeezed even harder on his penis. She rested his phone on her breasts.

“Hello gorgeous, how’s your day been?” Malcolm spoke between thrusts and Debbie thought he sounded breathless.

“Dad and I had a wonderful day together. How’s your day been?”

“The journey was terrible, but right now I’m having a fantastic time. Your mum and I are fucking.”

It wasn’t the first time they had spoken on the phone while they were having sex with other people, but this time Debbie sounded tearful when she replied. “Hi mum!”

“Hi Debbie!” Sandra sounded just as breathless as Malcolm.

“Hi Mum, I love you. I’m so happy.” Debbie was crying.

Standing behind his daughter Barry put his hand onto her bare backside and joined in the conversation. “Hello Sandra. Hello Malcolm.”

Hearing her husband’s voice while she was being fucked by another man made Sandra cry too with the tears rolling down the side of her face. “I love you Barry!”

“I know. And I love you more than anyone else in the world.” Barry put his other hand between his daughter’s thighs and fingered her pussy lips while he spoke to his wife. Then moving around to the front of his daughter he kissed her breasts and sucked hard on each nipple making them stand proud and making her sigh loudly.

Debbie put her hand around her father’s penis, and what she said next came out loud and clear from the phone nestled between Sandra’s breast. “Fuck me daddy.”

Sandra looked through her tear stained eyes at Malcolm. She put her hands on the back of his neck and pulled his face down to her face. Their lips met in a violent kiss and while she kissed Malcolm she thought of her husband fucking their daughter.

They broke apart and Sandra swore, “OH FUCK!” and her breathing became louder.

While Debbie and Barry fucked, they listened to Sandra having a very noisy orgasm.

Sandra and Malcolm slept well that night and, the following day they visited the Bio Dome and were exhausted by the end of it. After an early dinner they went straight back to the cottage and to bed because they both wanted to have sex.

– – – – – – – – – o O o – – – – – – – – – –

“Welcome home.” Debbie hugged her husband and then her mother as soon as they walked into the house. Debbie and Sandra clung onto each other and cried tears of joy.

“How are you?” Debbie asked her mother.

“Wonderful. Never better. Where’s your dad?”

“He’s asleep. We didn’t expect you home this early. You don’t mind what we did, do you?”

“No. I love your father and I love you.” Sandra wanted to shock her daughter and added. “I fucked your husband and I want to fuck him again.”

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An Uncomfortable Situation Ch. 03

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Babes

Lisa looked at the sketches sitting on the easels spread out around her.

At age 28, she was managing to make a living with her God given talent, even if her work was far from spiritual. An art degree and many long hours had finally translated into a reputation for sincere and well presented personal sketches. Several sets of her sketches had been bought for the purpose of decorating halls in various places.

Off to the side, sitting on the table, leaned back against the wall, was the best of the bunch so far. Ali was a natural. She was very pretty, and yet she still exuded a unique innocence and sensuality at the same time. That was rare.

Like so many, she’d been uncomfortable at posing nude to begin with, but she’d quickly gotten over that.

Lisa stepped back and bit her lip as she compared angles on two of the sketches. Light shading could make a profound difference if it was done differently, and Lisa didn’t want to waste these drawings. Her newest young model had served to inspire some beautiful nude sketches; the modest curves of her breasts, the flat of her belly followed by the gentle descent down between her legs. And even on paper, the sensuality. Ali, even her image in shades of gray, made Lisa’s pulse quicken, and as Lisa pressed her thighs together and ran a hand across her breast, she smiled and admitted to herself again that she did indeed find the young girl attractive.

And tomorrow, she reminded herself, she’s bringing her boyfriend with her to pose. Ali had initially resisted the term, ‘boyfriend,’ finally yielding to it just to bring closure to the issue of who the young man was to her.

Lisa turned away from the sketches and walked over to the edge of her bench, shrugging her shoulders back as her shirt fell away from her body. She pulled the drawstring on her shorts, and they fell to the floor. If she’d been wearing a bra, Lisa would have shed it, but she wasn’t wearing one. She liked working wearing as little as possible. Her thumbs hooked into the waist band of her panties and she pushed them down from her hips.

She enjoyed drawing and painting nude. It was liberating.

She looked at the sketches again and picked up her pencils.

This one, she thought. In it, Ali lay reclining, her legs spread gently apart, revealing her sex.

Slowly, with concentration and skill beyond what most possess, Lisa applied the points of her tools, and over the next couple of hours, her sketches came to life.

Night fall.

Lisa picked up her clothes and walked slowly across the floor of her studio into the area she claimed as a living space. Throwing herself down onto her bed, she looked out the window at the starry sky as shadows danced across her naked body.

What would tomorrow bring? she wondered. Would Ali’s modeling partner lend himself as well to the sketches? Would they have it? Would they have that magical chemistry that makes mere sketches of couples come alive with sensuality?

Her fingers traced around her hardening nipples and she hoped.

The next morning, Lisa was up and out of bed earlier than usual. In and out of the shower, she waltzed into her kitchen naked and grabbed something to eat before going to get dressed.

And then, nervous anticipation.

Finally, Ali and her partner, Tommy arrived.

He was a good looking boy. Like Ali, his physique Escort had not filled out completely yet, but Lisa could see he would be quite handsome when he did.

The first round of posing went well, and all too soon, it was time to call it a day.

Lisa watched as the two young people walked away to their car, and she thought to herself, they’re so at ease together.

She ate a quick dinner and then returned to her sketches. She knew she already had several of Ali’s nudes sold. Tomorrow, she’d move them towards doing nude sketches posed together.

The next morning, Ali and Tommy arrived right on time, and after picking up where they’d left off, Lisa steered them into more personal, intimate poses.

Lisa immediately knew she had a winner. The ease they felt together translated very well into a relaxed presence in front of the easel.

Near the end of the day, she propositioned them. Would they pose nude for her? Together?

They left that afternoon, saying they’d think about it.

They came back the next morning, ready to move forward, ready to pose nude for her pencils.

Lisa started them off slowly, working toward the goal.

Shortly, they stood together, not quite in an embrace, the only piece of cloth between her breasts and his chest her bikini top.

Ali seemed nervous.

And then… what did he say?

Sis?

Lisa stopped, lifting her pencil from the paper.

Were these two brother and sister?

Tommy said he was just encouraging Ali to relax, and Lisa dismissed her thought.

Later, Lisa pulled Ali to where the completed sketches rested.

She was embarrassed. What girl, especially one on the verge of posing nude with her boyfriend would ever protest him seeing her nude? Yet she’d clearly expressed apprehension about Tommy seeing her nude sketches. Their hands joined, and Ali’s body language indicated she’d relaxed, and then it was time for them to begin posing in a manner that suggested true intimacy.

They exchanged hushed small talk as Lisa sketched.

Her pencil stopped.

Sis.

That diminutive word again.

As she was about to ply pencil to paper again, Lisa stopped.

Brother.

She looked up.

Did Ali just call him her brother?

A short while longer and it was time for a change of pose.

The moment of truth?

Lisa wanted them naked.

Out of the corner of her eye, she watched as he untied her bikini top. The young girl’s nipples had been swollen points beneath the cloth for some time now, and as Lisa looked closer at them in this moment of unpenciled intimacy, she couldn’t help but notice the more than noticeable protrusion in the young man’s boxers.

A moment later, both of them were nude, their skin flushed, chests rising rapidly as their breathing quickened.

“You’re going to have to stand closer together than that,” Lisa said. “You two are acting like you’ve never seen each other naked before. Get closer together.”

Lisa walked over to the two of them and with gentle touches, she maneuvered them into the pose she was after.

Lisa left them liked she wanted them, but as soon as she stood at her easel, pencil in hand, she knew something had changed. And then she saw it.

Ali had her hand down between her groin and Tommy’s raging erection. Lisa studied the Escort Bayan image in front of her for a moment. Was she shielding herself from her partner’s phallus, or was she drawing it to her?

“Okay,” Lisa said. She paused, looking at us. “Great. Ali, I like the way you’re holding his penis, drawing it to you.”

Lisa decided she was seeing a lover touching her partner as she coaxed him in.

“I want the two of you to kiss,” she said. “It doesn’t have to be a full on kiss. Just bring your lips together, not quite all the way, sort of like you’re just coming together to make love.”

Ali’s eyes grew big as Lisa made her last statement, but she leaned forward anyway, her eyes closing as their lips touched lightly.

As Lisa sketched the couple, she was sure they were growing more and more aroused.

Was Ali using the head of his cock to stimulate herself? Surely not, but that’s what it looked like.

Lisa took a deep breath, realizing she herself was becoming aroused.

She was. Lisa paused to watch the now unmistakable motion of Ali rubbing the head of Tommy’s engorged penis in the opening of her swollen, wet sex.

Finally, Lisa decided the two of them had lasted about as long as they could without release. She told them to relax and take a break; she’d be at least ten to fifteen minutes as she had a couple of things to do.

That would be long enough for the two of them to take care of one another, shouldn’t it?

Lisa left the studio and made straight for her kitchen counter. She didn’t have anything to do. The voyeur within her was screaming as she reached for her digital camera.

It wasn’t high dollar, and it wasn’t fancy, but it took good, clear pictures. And it was quiet. Very quiet.

Lisa walked around the corner, just out of their field of view just in time to see Ali plunge a finger deep inside her pussy as she pleasured herself.

Tommy’s swollen cock swayed in front of him, long past being ready for intercourse.

Click. Lisa zoomed the telephoto lens in tighter. Click. Perfect.

Lisa hadn’t seen Tommy naked well enough to evaluate him, yet, but she was sure she wanted to sketch him nude. Some thought it strange, but she enjoyed drawing the male nude. Especially when they were alone. She’d often remove her clothing, inspiring his erection. She could usually coax her subject to masturbate for her; vain pride was a powerful motivator. Sometimes, she gave in to desire and either sucked or fucked the subject of her drawing.

Ali reached for him, pulling him to her.

Click.

Their mouths pressed hungrily against one another as they contorted their bodies, trying to get it right.

Click.

They rocked and rolled against one another, all but deep in the act of intercourse.

Click.

Why was their hesitancy?

Click.

Ali raised up on her toes, and a moment later, impaled herself on Tommy’s cock as he thrust up into her.

Click.

The effect was almost instant.

Click.

He pressed her against the wall as he thrust into her.

Click.

Urgent.

Click.

Needful.

Click.

Sudden release.

Click.

Their bodies shuddered together, his thrusts suddenly ragged as he shot his semen into her womb.

Click.

Her fingers dug into him as they both went Bayan Escort limp and began to sink to the floor.

Click.

Lisa had not noticed her own breathing becoming shallow, and with a brief muscle twitch, she lost balance for the briefest of moments.

Pencils. The box clattered to the floor and they went everywhere.

Pulse pounding, her face flushing with embarrassment, Lisa vanished back the way she’d come, back to her kitchen, where she hid the camera in the cupboard.

Her breath was as rapid as her pulse, or so it seemed.

What had she just seen? Really?

What must they think?

What should she say?

She thought for a couple of minutes as she fought to gain control over her breathing.

She’d play it off as though she’d walked in, back earlier than she’d planned, and she’d comment on what she’d seen only if they brought it up. Otherwise, she’d hope everyone else would let it go.

Lisa walked back into the studio. Their clothes were there; they weren’t.

The bathroom. They must be in the bathroom.

Lisa spread sketches out in front of her and waited.

A few minutes later, they appeared, much calmer than earlier. Ali’s pussy glowed red, her lips still swollen, and even though they’d both climaxed minutes earlier, Tommy’s cock still appeared as though he could be ready for her again quickly. Yes, Lisa told herself, I want to sketch him nude.

But that could wait.

“I need to work on touching a couple of these sketches up and get some canvases working,” Lisa said, looking up at them.

“Why don’t we call it a day,” she said. “You two go home and get some rest. Today was a hard day.”

She immediately wished she’d used other words.

“What I mean,” she said, “is that posing in the nude can be emotionally taxing in some situations. And I think today was one of those days. We can pick back up and go at it again tomorrow. If that’s okay with both of you?”

Did she still want them to pose for her?

“Absolutely,” she said, stepping forward and hugging both of them. “I’m really looking forward to spending more time with you together.”

Of course she wanted them to pose for her some more. Why would she not?

Lisa went back to her sketches as they got dressed.

She closed the door behind them when they left and then watched from the window as they walked to the parking lot. There was still something sweet, innocent, unidentifiable about them together, she thought.

Her mind lept back to the words she was sure she’d heard. ‘Sis?’ ‘Brother?’

Later that evening, Lisa sat in front of her computer, her digital camera hooked up. She’d gotten more than two dozen pictures. The photos would never be shared with anyone; she did have some morality about it, after all. But they were intoxicating.

She was naked, save for the robe that casually adorned her body; it was thrown open, and she sat leaned back in the chair, feet up on the desk, legs spread as she dialed the phone.

As she held it to her ear, the fingers on her other hand were busy between her legs. The slide show, that and her imagination, imagining things to come, they would fuel her orgasm. She slid a finger in between the folds of her swollen pussy and could feel it building within her.

The phone rang a third time, and then the other end picked up.

“Charles?” She waited for a reply. “It’s Lisa.”

A brief exchange of pleasantries.

“Listen,” she said, “the reason I’m calling is this; I think I may have a couple willing to pose for some… special sketches. Are you interested?”

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Caroline was cumming again. It seemed as though she could feel every inch of her body all at once. Every bead of sweat running down her ever improving body, the pull of her hairband tight around her straight brown hair, her tits bouncing almost violently with the motion of her body. Caroline could feel it all as she looked behind her at her son Clayton, 22 years her junior and barely able to keep up with her. As her orgasm passed Caroline couldn’t help but think of how much she loved their time together.

Clayton was sweating intensely trying to keep up with his mother. It seemed like only yesterday he had been begging her to do this with him and now, as he looked down at her sexy ass bouncing in front of him, he wondered just how long he could keep this up. As she slowed her pace a bit Clayton was able to gasp, “What are you trying to do Mom, kill me?”

Caroline slowed to a walk as they made it to her driveway. Laughing at her son she said, “Listen, this was your idea remember. I was content with my old routine of working and then reading a book, although I have to admit I am enjoying this a lot, and I am loving the results. My body hasn’t looked or felt this good in years.”

Clayton looked over his mom and couldn’t agree more. He had always been attracted to her, and since they had been running together her body had gotten extremely tight. She had even started running in tight shorts and a sports bra, making it hard for Clayton to stay focused and not get hard in front of her. He always looked forward to the after workout shower at home were he could fantasize about his mom while soaping up and stroking his six inch rod.

“I know it was my idea mom, but sometimes you just get in a zone or something and take off on me,” he replied. “I don’t know what comes over you but I can barely keep pace,” he added.

Caroline smiled to herself, thinking of all the orgasms she has had since they started jogging together. “Sorry honey, I don’t know what gets into me. It just feels so good to be outside running and sweating and……..I don’t know it just feels good and I go with it. I’ll try not to run away from you anymore, but you should pick up the pace a bit too,” she said. “Hell you’re 22 years younger than me, you should have no problem keeping up with my old ass anyway,” she added with a teasing smile.

“Ha ha very funny,” Clay replied, “I am keeping up, thank you very much, and you aren’t that old anyway.” “I found some dirt the other day that was way older than you,” he teased back, laughing at his mom while she pushed him on the shoulder.

“So are we on for Wednesday?” Caroline asked her son, “I have to hit the shower and get ready for work.”

“No, can you do Thursday?” he asked, “My schedule changed at work, and I have to cover day shift on Wednesday.”

“Okay, sounds good to me. Thursday and Friday right?” she asked, making sure. “And don’t forget we go up to three miles next week,” she added as she stepped in the house and waved goodbye to her son.

Clay waved back, “Okay mom see ya’ Thursday. Love you.”

“Love you too,” Caroline replied.

Caroline loved her shower after a run. The cool water felt so good running over her hot skin. She felt her nipples tighten as the water caressed her entire being. Her pussy was already sensitive from the friction of running and the small orgasms it caused. She always soaped up slowly, paying special attention to all of her sexual areas. She always came hardest in the shower after a good run, thumbing her clit with a finger just inside her ass and her left hand pulling hard on a nipple. No man had ever made her cum like she did in her shower.

Back in his apartment Clayton was doing almost exactly the same thing his mother was doing. Although when Clay soaped up his rod, he was fantasizing about sliding it deep into his mom. He could envision what her tits would look like as he removed her sweat soaked sports bra and sucked on her salty nipples. He wondered how they would feel in his mouth, and if they would get hard. He stroked slowly, feeling his hand move from tip to base, smelling her. Clay used his Moms brand conditioner to stroke with because it smelled like her and it was the best lube he ever used. He imagined what her tongue would feel like against his, and what her lips would taste like if he could nibble them. What would her scent be if she allowed him to peel off her running shorts and take in her sex? Does she shave? Imagining his tongue reaching out for her as she spread herself, inviting him into her sends him into an intense orgasm. Glob after glob of semen flowed from his tip, over his hand, and down the drain. He always came hardest for his mom.

Clayton was a good kid but never really excelled at anything. It was no surprise that after graduation he became under-employed at a local pizza place and moved into an apartment about two blocks away from his parents. When his parents split about a year later he was shocked but nothing really changed for him. He didn’t like his dad much Escort and was jealous of him because he was very attracted to his mother. His dad almost disappeared completely after the divorce and now he sees his mom three to five times a week.

Caroline was a good wife and a good mother. If she had any shortcomings as a mother, it would be that she didn’t push her son toward success. Some moms would be disappointed that their son worked fast food and lived in a tiny apartment, but Caroline was very proud and very happy that her son was close to her. The divorce was unexpected and very hard on her. She became a little depressed and let herself go just a little bit, and her son was the one thing that kept her going. Now that they were running together three times a week she was feeling great and starting to regain her figure in the process.

Thursday morning came and Clayton tried to keep up with his mom, but Caroline’s orgasm driven pace made it difficult, just like every other run day for the past several weeks. Today neither of them had work, so they decided to have a quick breakfast, and that change in routine was the beginning of a very interesting chain of events.

As Clayton followed his mom into the kitchen she surprised him when she turned, raised her arms a bit and said, “Well Clay, what do you think? Am I fuckable yet?”

Clay almost choked, “What?” was all he could get out.

“Am I fuckable?” Caroline repeated, “When your dad walked out on me I felt like shit and I started to look like shit too, but since we’ve been working out I feel great and I think I look great, so I was wondering what you thought. So do you think anyone would want your old mom or do I still have more work to do?”

“Wow, what a strange thing to ask,” Clay started, staring at his moms sexy body, getting hard despite himself. “Yes mom, you are definitely fuckable, but as far as I’m concerned you always have been,” he said to her honestly, “Hell, you were the founding member of my spank bank.”

“Spank bank, what the hell is that?” she asked, honestly having no idea what he son was talking about. As she did, Caroline leaned back on the table against her palms, unknowingly sticking her sweaty tits out slightly toward Clay.

“Well mom, a spank bank is the mental list of women that a guy uses for his sexual solo missions,” he said, “and mom, I can’t believe I’m telling you this, but you were the first person I ever thought about while stroking. To be perfectly honest you were the most recent too.” He chuckled at himself just a bit after that last part and added, “So to answer your question again, to me you are definitely very fuckable.”

“You fantasize about me when you jerk off?” Caroline asked her son in disbelief.

Clay nodded.

Caroline was dizzy. What did this mean? She was sweaty, and horny, and confused.

“So you’re telling me that if I dropped my pants right here and bent over this table, you would just come right over here and fuck me. Your own mother?” she asked

“Absolutely,” he replied, getting harder at the thought.

Then she surprised them both by doing it. Caroline pulled her running shorts and panties down to her ankles in one quick motion, then turned around and bent over her kitchen table. she gripped the far side of the table pressing her tits firmly against it and exposing her hot, wet sex, offering herself to her son.

For all of his surprise, Clayton did not hesitate at all. He pulled his pants down just enough to expose his manhood and approached his waiting mother. In one fluid motion he grabbed Carolines ass with his left hand, squeezing slightly to open her pussy as he guided himself into her with his right hand.

Caroline gripped the table with all her strength as she felt every milometer of her sons cock pass easily through her sopping wet folds.

His cock seated fully inside her with the first stroke and Clayton moved hands to his mothers sexy hips. He slid out then deeply back into her for the second stroke, then on the third stroke he came. Clayton came deep inside his mother, fulfilling his deepest fantasy yet still wanting more.

Caroline felt her son cumming inside of her and she felt herself cumming with him. Her pussy gripped him inside of her, and her cervix spasmed to meet spurt after spurt of his loving seed. The knuckles of her hands went white as Caroline gripped the table, and she bit her lip to stop herself from exploding with pleasure.

As his orgasm passed, Clayton pulled himself free of Carolines pussy spilling a large glob of his semen right into the crotch of her panties. He stepped back from his mother and pulled his pants up, not knowing what would come next.

Caroline let go of the table and pushed herself upright, still in disbelief that she had just been fucked by her son, feeling their combined cum running down her thighs. She reached down and pulled up her shorts and cum filled panties, feeling his already cold semen against her pussy. Before she could say anything, Escort Bayan Clayton spoke.

“Sorry I was so quick mom,” he said, “If you give me some heads up next time I can prime the pipes ahead of time.”

She wasn’t sure if this was his intent but that comment really lightened the mood for her again. “Next time eh,” she said, “that’s pretty presumptuous of you, don’t you think?” Then she added, “And don’t worry about time, you got me there too baby.” “I can’t believe you did it, I was just calling your bluff and you fucked me on my kitchen table,” she finished.

“No bluff here,” he replied, “I told you that you were fuckable and I meant it. I just wish it would have been longer. I have so many different things I want to do with and to you mom.”

“Alright don’t push it buddy, you’d better go,” she told him, “I need to shower and wrap my head around all of this. And don’t expect a repeat, I can’t even believe this happened.”

“I can’t believe it either, but I will keep hoping,” he replied heading for the door, “love ya mom.”

“love you too Clay,” she said, “see you tomorrow.”

Strangely enough they each settled into almost the same post workout routine as always. The only real difference was that this time, when Clay was fantasizing about his mom in the shower, she was in her shower fantasizing about him too. His cock felt so good inside her that she couldn’t help but want it there again.

By the end of the night Clayton was mildly confused. He was certain that he had fucked his mom after their jog, but with all of his masturbation and fantasies of her, he was beginning to doubt himself as to whether it actually happened, or if he was just fantasizing too much.

Friday morning Clayton was certain that it was all just a dream, and he jerked off furiously to his vivid new mother fucking fantasy. When he got to Carolines house, he was disappointed to see her in sweat pants and a sweatshirt.

“Morning mom,” he said, “are you ready?”

“Yeah,” she answered, “lets get started.”

As they stretched Clay watched his sexy mother and Caroline watched her son watching her. He made her feel so sexy and she made him feel so horny. By the end of their stretching Clayton’s disappointment over his mothers outfit had been forgotten and his attention was rewarded as Caroline seductively stripped off her sweats to run in her usual gear.

When they started running Clayton was clearly already hard and Caroline’s pussy was already soaking wet. Clayton lead the way for the entire time guided by his hard rod and Caroline lagged a little as her pussy was already so wet that she didn’t generate enough friction to make her cum.

When they got back to the house they were both a little out of sorts.

“What happened today mom? I’m used to having you lead the way driving me on,” Clay asked.

“Guess I was a bit off my game today,” she replied, “besides moms need motivated sometimes too.”

Clayton was still unsure of himself, but he was never one to hold back and didn’t want to miss an opportunity if there was one. “Mom,” he began.

“what baby?” she replied.

“I know that no matter what the answer is, this is an insane question,” he said, “but, did we have sex yesterday?”

Caroline smiled at her son, “come on in the house baby and we can talk.”

They went inside and sat at the table that they had fucked on just 24 hours before. “Clayton,” she started, “What happened yesterday should never have happened. It was crazy, but you didn’t do anything wrong. I don’t know what I was thinking, what kind of mother offers herself to her son like that. I want you to know how much I love you son, and I don’t want anything to come between us.”

Clayton was jolted back to the reality of the situation. He had convinced himself that it was a fantasy and now reality hit him square in the face. “Holy shit,” he said excitedly, “I fucked you mom. I’ve wanted to fuck you for years and yesterday you bent over this table and I fucked you.”

“Yes Clayton,” she replied, sightly irritated, “You fucked me yesterday, and we came together in about three seconds. What the hell have we been talking about?”

“Sorry mom,” Clay said, “I have fantasized about you so many times that I couldn’t believe it really happened. When I fantasize about your lips around my cock, or sucking your nipples into my mouth, it just feels so real, I thought that this was one of those kind of fantasies.”

As he was speaking, Clayton started to unconsciously rub himself through his shorts. Caroline listened to her son in disbelief, when she saw him rubbing himself she was both excited and concerned.

“Clayton baby I had no idea you thought of me that much. How often do you think think about me and how could I have not known for so long?” she asked.

“Mom I jerk-off every day to visions of you, and I have for longer than I can remember. I could never let you find out because it scared me that you might think I was sick. Hell I even fantasize Bayan Escort about you when I’m fucking other women,” he went on, “You are my sexiest fantasy woman and you always will be. You are also my mother and you always will be. I love you and I want you but I am not in love with you mom. I can love you, and we can have sex, and I can still find a woman to fall in love with.

“Baby you’re talking crazy,” Caroline couldn’t believe her ears, “You felt so good inside me but we can’t be having sex with each other.” Caroline was getting wet again, “You make me feel so sexy, but I can’t believe that I am your sexiest fantasy. There are so many sexy women out there with so much more to offer son.”

Clay stood and grabbed his mom by the hand, “Come here and look mom,” he said, dragging her to a full length mirror in her bedroom. She stood in front of the mirror with her son standing behind her. “look at yourself mom,” he said firmly, “what man wouldn’t want you?” “It’s taking everything I have not to strip you down and take you right now,” he continued. “I want to taste the sweat on your neck,” he said, gently touching her just below her hairline. “I have dreamed of peeling off this sports bra and sucking your nipples that I have no memory of ever seeing,” he continued as his hands trailed softly down his mothers sides down to her hips.

Caroline was exploring her own body with her yes as her son was gently exploring it with his hands. She was torn between wanting him to stop and just wanting him. If he went any further she wouldn’t be able to stop.

“Your hips are amazing,” he said, “they felt so sexy as I thrust into you yesterday and I have always wanted to slide off your shorts and taste you through your panties. I would then take those off and lick both your pussy and your ass mom.”

She felt his hands on her hips and felt him grinding his hard cock against her ass. Control was lost and she was his for the taking.

He looked in her eyes in the mirror and said, “Mom, I want you. Give yourself to me.”

She didn’t say a word, just raised her arms and allowed her only son to slowly remove her sports bra like he had fantasized about doing so many times before. His hands stroked her to the tips of her fingers and the bra fell to the floor.

She turned to him and allowed time for his eyes to take in the breasts that he longed to see. He leaned down and took her hard nipple into his mouth, causing her to moan with intense pleasure. After sucking both nipples and memorizing how they felt on his tongue, Caroline gently raised her sons head and, for the first time, she kissed him deeply. They allowed there tongues to dance as they each explored the others back with there hands. Reality was so much better than fantasy ever was.

When they broke their kiss Caroline looked at her son and smiled, “I think it’s time for you to take my shorts off baby, and I think you should call me Caroline.”

“Mom,” Clayton replied, sliding down her front to his knees, “It is time to take your shorts off, but I will not be calling you Caroline.”

Clayton slipped his moms shorts down her sexy legs, caressing them all the way down. He them pushed his face firmly into her panty covered mound, making her step back toward her bed and out of her shorts. As she met the edge of her bed Caroline sat and lifted her legs, allowing her son better access to her sweaty panties and pussy. Clayton licked and sucked on her ravenously, taking in her scent and all of her flavors.

Caroline was approaching orgasm, “Take them off baby, I need to feel you now.”

Clay reached under his moms sweet ass, never taking his mouth from her pussy, and slip her panties down. He felt his mothers bare pussy on his lips for the first time, tasting her tart tangy flavor even more intensely than ever. Her trimmed brown bush felt amazing against his face as he heard his mothers moans. She was cumming and he could feel her pussy getting even wetter as she did. After her orgasm Clay took his mouth away and admired the beauty of his most fantasized pussy. It actually looked exactly as he envisioned it. Not wanting to lose the moment Clay lifted Caroline’s legs and stuck his tongue directly into her ass, wiggling it around briefly before stopping as his mom squirmed away.

“Wew! I wasn’t expecting that baby,” Caroline said, “That was amazing but I think it’s time for me to take of some of your cloths and admire your sexy body a little bit.”

With that Caroline quickly lifted her sons shirt above his head and quickly went to work on his nipples with her mouth and his shorts and underwear with her hands. Within seconds he was as nude as her and she was sucking and biting his nipples while stroking him feverishly.

She looked up at him as she stroked, “Do you want me to suck it baby?”

“Oh gawd yes mom!” he exclaimed.

“How does mommy know what you want baby if you don’t me? She asked, as she teasingly licked him from base to tip.

“Will you suck it mom, please suck my cock mom,” he pleaded, as she sucked him deep into her throat.

Caroline sucked her sons cock intently for several strokes when she stopped, “Mommy is gonna suck you cock baby, but don’t cum ok, mommy doesn’t want you to cum yet.”

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I woke up at about 10:15 well rested and ready to start the day. I sat up and noticed Rita was still sleep next to me, a smile on her face but nonetheless still sleep, which is unusual because she almost always beats me out of bed. I kissed her on the forehead and rolled out of bed, excited for what the day was gonna bring. We had an actual planned day to ourselves, with no interruptions, no having to cut the day short, and best of all, no dad to get in the way. Just as Rita surely was, I was really excited. While we didn’t know what we were gonna do, we were definitely gonna have fun doing whatever it was. I grabbed my towel and headed to the bathroom to do my morning routine, plus a shower. I thought of places we could go as I showered, like to the beach, the mall, the movies, or even a concert, but those ideas all seemed so stereotypical and besides that we’ve already been to those places, countless times. I washed the shampoo out of my hair and gave up on the ideas for the moment and just thought about Rita as I finished my shower. While I wouldn’t say we’ve been through hell, we have been through a lot and noone deserves to finally relax and enjoy herself more than Rita. Speaking of, she should’ve already been out of bed by now, being more excited about today than I was, I guess I had to get her out of bed, one way or another, and knowing me, I preferred another. I rinsed the rest of the soap off of me and turned off the water. I pulled back the shower curtain and was greeted (more like scared half to death) by a half dressed Rita looking back at me with crossed arms and a slight grin on her face.

“What’s this? Why didn’t you wake me up? I would have gotten in with you!”

“Not with dad home you can’t, besides I was planning to wake you up when I got out of the shower,” I grinned back as I grabbed my towel to dry off.

“Well maybe I can go back to sleep and you can come in and do what you were gonna do.”

“Nope, too late, you’re already up, guess you missed out,” I joked.

“You know what, it doesn’t even really bother me because guess what? We get to spend all day together, just me and you, for the first time in who knows how long!”

“Yeah I know, we better make the best of it.”

“Oh you know I will,” she said creeping to me and pushing her lips to mine.

She put her arms around my neck and walked backward until my back hit the wall, never once breaking the kiss. It was only when I felt her hands creeping down my back and squeeze my ass did I realize I was still naked, that and the smile forming on her lips when my cock hardened between us.

“Umm you know I’m still naked right?” I asked.

“Yeah I know, I was planning on doing something about it…”

“You just love the chance of getting caught by dad don’t you?”

“It gives me a rush, what can I say?”

“Well if we wanna have more moments like this we gotta be more careful around him.”

Rita sighed. “Fine, but one of these days you won’t be able to resist groping me in front of dad.”

“Maybe you’re right, maybe I should wait till he comes in the room and pull you into my lap and start sucking your titties right in front of him.”

“Ooh I would love that!” Rita said with excitement.

“Haha take a shower, we got a long day ahead,” I smiled as I left the bathroom.

I went to our room and got dressed and headed downstairs to see what’s going on for breakfast when dad rounds the corner first and cuts off my momentum.

“Your mom just told me you two were spending the day together, like that’s different from any other day but yeah, where are you two going?”

“Don’t really know yet, just kinda wanna get out of the house, we’ve been cooped up here a lot lately, not counting yesterday.”

“Ok. The real reason I wanted to talk to you is that I need a favor from you two.”

“Umm, what kind of favor?”

“Not a big one, my main client at work, the one who will get me the promotion if everything goes well, has two kids, his son isn’t here, but his daughter is, and according to him she’s been acting a little snobbish since she moved out here with her mom a while back. I need you two to hang out with her, show her around the city or something until he gets here, try to get her to lighten up a little.”

“Doesn’t she have her own friends that can help her out with that?”

“Not the kind he takes a liking to, they’re the kind that encourages her bad behavior, you know the type, that bad girls clique or whatever its called today. Besides, I volunteered you both to do it anyway.”

“What? Why’d you do that?”

“If it’ll help me get the promotion then its worth it, take one for the team son.”

I sighed. He only said that when he really needed something, which wasn’t often, so he didn’t wear it out yet. “Ok dad, when do we have to?”

“I’ll let you know, thanks again son,” he said as he smiled and went back into the kitchen.

I went back upstairs and opened the door to our room just as Rita pulled up her panties.

“That door was shut you know,” she grinned.

“I didn’t see any tape on it so no beans,” I smiled back. “Dad Escort just volunteered us to be friends with some stuck up girl until her dad moves to town.”

“It could be worse, we could be showing around a bunch of stuck up girls every day, by ourselves, for a month, only seeing each other when its time to go to bed.”

“Well when you put it like that I guess it doesn’t sound so bad, I guess you’re right.”

“Of course I am, now lets hurry up and get breakfast out of the we so we can get on with Rita and Randy time,” she said as she pulled on her pink short sleeve shirt and black capri pants.

I followed her downstairs while looking close at her ass that looked amazing in those tight skin hugging pants and sat down at the kitchen table to a light breakfast of eggs, bacon and toast.

“So what do you two have planned to do today?” Aunt Lisa asked us.

“We’ll just drive around until we see something we wanna do I guess,” Rita said.

“Sounds gas guzzling, maybe you should stay here and figure it out before you leave,” dad said.

“That’s the fun of it dad, when you see something on a whim it makes you wanna do it that much more, like that time we rode past the shooting range, you didn’t come out for two hours,” I said.

“Touche. So what do you two lovely ladies have planned today?”

“Shopping. There’s a few things I need to buy while they’re on sale,” mom said.

“I don’t know why I ask questions I already know the answer to,” dad laughed.

“Well what are you doing? Probably going to the golf course aren’t you?” Aunt Lisa asked.

“Nope, just gonna stay home and do absolutely nothing.”

“You should go shopping with mom and Aunt Lisa, you might find something you want,” Rita said.

“Nahh that’s ok, I don’t need anything right now.”

“Yeah come on honey, it’ll be fun, plus we could use help carrying some bags,” mom said.

Dad threw his head back in mock excitement. “Yeah that’ll make me wanna come.”

“Come on dad, take one for the team, you never know, you might have fun,” I grinned.

Dad stared at me with that knowing look as I flipped his own words against him, I knew I was gonna pay for that later, but if he agreed it would be worth it, dad being home all day could really put a damper on our plans of we came back to the house early.

“Fine I’ll go, but were going to some places I wanna go to as well.”

With everyone in agreement, we finished our breakfast and everyone got up to leave the room. Rita started on the dishes and when I went to help her she said she wanted to do them herself, but she was smiling the whole time. Knowing she was up to something I left anyway and went back to our room. I wasn’t in there for a minute before mom followed in behind me and shut the door.

“So really, where are you two going?”

“We really have no idea, we’re just gonna wing it I guess.”

“You don’t even know where you’re gonna eat? Some date you are,” mom joked.

“I don’t wanna keep going to the same places over and over, it gets old fast.”

Mom crossed her arms under her breasts and sighed. “What the hell. You know that place that opened up a few months back on Marie and Jim’s side of town, Melt?”

“Yeah, Stephanie and Chris said it was the best food they had in a long time, but it took them like two hours to get in because you need reservations or something, its not even a fancy place.”

“You need reservations because the food is that good. Anyway, you two can take ours, I was gonna go with your father but we had a change of plans earlier.”

“What? No we can’t take em mom, it probably took like two weeks to get those reservations.”

“A month actually, and fifty dollars, but its ok, take them. You just better not waste the trip.”

I leaned in and gave mom a hug, sure she was a gorgeous manipulating con artist, but she was still our mother, and things like that really make you appreciate her. “Thanks mom, you’re the best.”

“Just remember that next time you decide to leave me unsatisfied,” mom whispered in my ear as she slipped some money in my pocket.

I pulled back and she had a knowing grin on her face, like she was gonna use the reservations as leverage to get something out of us, but if this place was as good as everyone said it was, then I don’t think either Rita nor I would care.

“The reservations are at eight tonight, so don’t be late, if you’re not there within five minutes they give your table away, that’s how we got in last time.”

“Ok mom, and thanks again,” I said as she turned to leave. “Oh mom wait a minute! There was one more favor I wanted to ask.”

“Yeah what is it?”

“You think you can keep dad out past midnight? We might get back early and…”

“Say no more, I’m already on top of it, or should I say I’ll be on top of him,” mom giggled.

“Ok a little too much info, but thanks.”

“Don’t say thanks just yet,” mom mumbled under her breath as she left the room.

I lay back on the bed waiting for Rita to come back upstairs, which took way longer than expected seeing as there were only plates and Escort Bayan forks in the sink and she’s been away for around forty-five minutes. As I lay there I feel myself starting to drift asleep, but knowing what the day held I wasn’t gonna let that happen, so I jerked myself awake and was on my way to sitting up when the door pushed open and Rita literally flew right on top of me.

“Come on lets go! Everything’s all set and everyone’s leaving.”

“What’s all set? What were you down there doing?”

“You’ll see, when we get there, come on!”

We went downstairs and out the front door just in time to see mom, dad, and Aunt Lisa getting in moms van, probably because they were gonna need all the extra space with all the bags they’re gonna have.

“See you guys when you get back,” Rita said as she got in the drivers side of our car.

“Don’t get into any trouble, and Randy look out for your sister,” dad yelled out the window.

“I will dad, see ya.” Little did he know how true those words were.

We pulled out of the driveway and went down the north end of the street, the side where none of our usual hangouts are, good sign because were not going to the same old places we do to on the regular, bad sign because I still didn’t know where we were going.

“So where we going?” I asked when she turned on the main street.

“Not telling, its a surprise.”

“You’re not even gonna give me a hint?”

“Hmmmm, its something we used to do as a family, but lately I wanted to do with you alone.”

“Oh come on that could be anything, we used to do a lot of stuff!”

“Exactly, enough information but not too much. You’ll like it, if not then you better pretend to.”

“Yes ma’am, I’ll like it or you can punch me in the face.”

“In the dick.”

“Well now nobody wins there.”

“Dammit, you’re right, I’ll punch you in the ass then, you don’t use that, yet,” she grinned.

“Yet my ass, I prefer not to get probed.”

“Yet you probe me all the time.”

“That’s because you want it, almost all the time.”

“That’s not… ok yeah I do so what,” she laughed.

“Exactly my point.”

We joked the whole ride until we ended up on Stephanie and Chris’ side of town. We rode past a lot of places I thought she was gonna stop at until we came across the park that ends right before the beach on their side of town starts, and she pulled in. She parked and we got out and she opened the trunk, where she pulled out a big picnic basket with the cliche red tablecloth covering it.

“Surprise, its a picnic!”

“That’s a big basket, how much food did you fit in there?”

“Enough to last us all day in case we didn’t go anywhere to eat.”

“You got a spot picked out where you wanna sit?”

“Yep, over there by the trees, we can just see the water from there.”

She grabbed the basket from the trunk and I followed her to the spot she just picked out, listening to her giggle all the way there. We got to the spot and she laid the blanket out and pulled out just about every sandwich and fruit you could think of, from peanut butter and jelly to ham to turkey, to grapes and peaches and watermelon, she had it all.

“How many people were you expecting to feed?”

“You just never know what you’re in the mood for,” she smiled.

We fed each other sandwiches and fruit as we watched people pass by us, some just walking, some running, some on bikes, some walking their dog, and a few even set up their own picnic.

“See? I inspired other couples to get out and have a picnic,” Rita gloated.

“Did you hear what you said? Other couples. Were officially in that group now.”

“Yeah we are, finally. It feels so good to finally be able to be out in public!”

“We should keep some memories of this, here let me get my phone out.”

I took out my phone and started snapping random pictures of her doing whatever popped in her head. I got her sticking her tongue out, playing with her hair, looking at the sky, throwing grapes at me, I even got her attempting to stuff a entire sandwich into her mouth, and then trying to kiss me with it still there. She then took her phone out and took pictures of me taking pictures of her, until she tackled me to get my phone and ended up sitting on top of me snapping pictures of the many faces I made as she moved her weight around over me.

“I want a picture of us kissing,” she said as she got a little serious for a minute.

“I don’t know why we don’t have one in the first place.”

“Who knows, but before the day is over I want at least one genuine picture of us, one that when someone looks at it they can tell we’re in love.”

“We shouldn’t force it out then, just let it happen.”

“I still want em anyway just to have em, we literally have none, I…”

I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her down to my lips and kissed her. I know it wasn’t going to be that all out romantic kiss like she wanted, but it was a start. I could hear her clicking her phone next to our heads as she took pictures in a rapid fire motion, then she sat up and leaned Bayan Escort against a tree and I started taking pictures as she did. By the time we finished clicking the buttons we had well over a hundred pictures in each of our phones, some great shots but most of them catching just the side of our ear or the tree or some other random thing.

“Come on lets go over there by the rocks, we can take more pictures over there,” she said.

We left our picnic stuff where it was and headed to the rocks on the water. We ran across them like we used to do when we were kids and all the way back until we got back to where we started, then we sat down. I took the opportunity to take more pictures of Rita looking out at the water, her hair blowing in the wind, skipping a rock, and one perfect shot of her looking at me and smiling, she looked so happy, so full of life, so beautiful, definitely the best picture shes ever taken in my opinion.

“I wish we could stay here all day,” she said breaking the silence.

“Yeah me too, its like one of those getaway places, know what I mean?”

“Yeah it is, I bet it looks even better at sunset.”

“Maybe we can find out later if we remember to come back.”

“You know what would make this moment that much better?”

A smile crept on my face and she interrupted me before I could say anything.

“No you filthy boy, well yeah, but I meant ice cream. Oh you’re so nasty,” she laughed.

“There’s an ice cream shop we passed on the way here, its like a block away from that plaza across the street, we can walk there.”

She agreed and we walked back to our picnic area, gathered up all our things and headed back to the car. We put everything back in the trunk and headed to the ice cream store. She grabbed my hand in hers and held it as we walked the short distance to the shop, and just like the last time she grabbed my hand in public, she was smiling big for the whole world to see.

“I take it by that huge smile on your face you’re happy?” I joked.

“If you only knew. Moments like this make me appreciate what we have.”

“I know what you mean, like a “we live for these moments” kinda thing.”

“Yes exactly! If only they would happen more often…”

“Don’t worry, I know they will.”

We got up to the window and decided to share a king size banana split with all the fixings, picked a table outside looking towards the street and sat down. We got through half the sundae before we said anything, due to it being a good ass sundae and me thinking about random funny stuff.

“You wont believe what Ste…”

“NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP!” I said out loud then burst out laughing.

“What the hell was that? Did you just rickroll me?”

“That songs been in my head all day, ever since I woke up.”

She was forcing herself not to laugh. “And you choose now to just blab it out?”

“It seemed like the perfect moment,” I said still holding back a laugh.

“Well anyway, like I was saying before Stephanie said she…”

“NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP!” I couldn’t help it.

“Dammit Randy! Fine then I won’t tell you.”

“Hahaha ok ok I’m done, I promise, go ahead. That was too funny.”

She gave me a skeptical look before continuing on with her story, and waited for me to calm down laughing just to be sure. “You better not do it again, not playing with you,”she said trying to hold back her own laugh. “But yeah, Stephanie said she wants to have a threesome with you and me.”

That caught me completely off guard, turning the whole situation into more of a serious discussion. “And what did you tell her?”

“I didn’t tell her anything, I just said that it was a slim chance of that ever happening. Then she tried to convince me it would be worth it, but it didn’t work.”

“I swear you two talk about sex more than every other guy on the planet.”

“So does that mean you wanna do it?”

“What? Where did you get that from?”

“Answering a question with a question, that means yes.”

“I didn’t even say anything! Don’t use your woman tricks to flip around what I say before I even say it! And you think men are crazy.”

“You still didn’t answer the question,” she grinned.

My head was screaming “ITS A SETUP MAN DON’T BE STUPID!” but I knew this was one of those times when you just have to tell your brain “shut the hell up” and tell the truth.

“You know I don’t wanna be with her, I wanna be with you, sitting here, smashing a king size banana split that I only got about ¼ of.”

She smiled instantly. “I know, a girl just likes to hear those things, and you ate more than that,” she said as she reached over the table and punched me in the arm. “I have thought about it though…”

“You what?”

“Nothing. Come on lets go to that plaza and see what stores they have over there.”

I wanted to know more, but I decided not to push the subject and look like I was prying for information so I dropped it and we got up and walked towards the plaza. It was just like any other plaza… lots of stores, lots of people shopping at those stores, lots of people walking out with lots of bags from those stores, the usual. I browsed everything with my eyes, but nothing in the direction I was looking seemed to stand out at me, but something stood out to Rita by the way she kept pulling at my hand.

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Aftershocks Ch. 01: Promotion

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Foreword: Dr. William Carter and his many loves were introduced to Literotica readers between June 4, 2016 and November 7, 2016. AFTERSHOCKS continues their history following the events chronicled in ALL SAINTS.

All Characters In This Story Are 18+ Years Old.

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Sunday, November 8, 1992

9:15 p.m., Palm Springs, CA

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The weekend trade had been uncommonly brisk at La Familia Authentic Mexican Restaurant. Or, at least, it so seemed to nineteen-year-old Luz Guerrero. Her mother, Mariana, had abruptly announced the previous Thursday that she was quitting her job as hostess in the family business. In fact, she was also leaving her husband, Eduardo.

Consequently, Luz had worked virtual double shifts as waitress and hostess for the next three days. She had had no time to think about her wannabe boyfriend, Humberto, who she had connived to fuck as cover for her assumptive pregnancy. She had had no time either to dream about, or even to miss, her newfound grandfather who had so generously seeded her garden on her most fertile days. Nor had she given any thought to how Mariana’s departure might impact her relationship with her father.

Luz had worked early until late, stunned by circumstances which were both happy and sad. Now she stood exhausted near to delirium in her studio apartment cuddling her cat. Pablo nestled snug between her big breasts and gently kneaded, without claws, her simple white muslin nightgown. The more he purred, the more she softly stoked his plush fur and lost herself in herself.

Suddenly a door knock interrupted Luz’ quietude. She heard her name urgently hissed as the rapping repeated. Pablo leaped from her arms and skittered under her unfolded turned-down sofa-bed. Hesitantly, she queried, “¿Si? ¿Quién es esta hora, por favor?”

“It is me,” answered Eduardo Guerrero. “Let me in. We need to talk.” Even though his words were brusquely clipped, his tone was not unkind.

Luz was well used to her father’s rough manners and felt no alarm. Still, it was quite late in the evening and she could not understand his purpose. “I’m tired and nearly in bed,” she explained through the bolted door. “Can’t it wait? And, why couldn’t you telephone me?”

“No, it can’t wait,” came the swift reply. “It is too important for the phone. Let me in, please. You won’t be disappointed.”

Eduardo’s softened voice, together with his unusually polite phrasing, disarmed Luz. Unconsciously addressing him familiarly, for the first time in a decade, she called out, “¡Un momento, Papá!”

Eduardo was a little surprised by Luz’ quick acquiescence and gentle daughterly response. However, he was pleased not to be stridently rebuffed. He thought, “Okay, stay in control. Start right and finish strong. Mari is out of the picture, now.” As he concluded his private pep talk, he heard the latch and watched the apartment door swing inward.

While Luz stepped backward to admit him, Eduardo crossed the threshold and exclaimed to himself, “¡Dios! ¡Ella es magnifica!”

The teen stood barefoot in her simple nightie with her long curled black hair cascading and dividing over her collarbones. The glow from the low-wattage bedside table lamp to her left cast provocatively angled shadows. Her prominent bust was amply evident, but demurely hidden below her sleeveless shift’s plain square neckline. From the open bathroom door behind her, a harsher light illuminated her slightly thick 40-26-37 figure within the thin gown as if in an X-ray.

Eduardo could not help licking his suddenly dry lips. As he took in her fulsome curvaceous figure his short fat cock thickened. He snorted sharply and reminded himself to proceed with caution. “Yes, it is late, Luz,” he began with deliberate care in an apologetic voice. “But, that is why it is so important. I wanted you to know you do not need to get up early to open the restaurant tomorrow.”

Noting the question marks in his daughter’s dark eyes, Eduardo quickly moved on to his next point. “In fact, hija, I do not want you to work tomorrow at all. I have another plan which I am sure you will enjoy.”

Luz stare uncomprehending as her tired brain tried to sort the proposed disruption to her normal routine. Maintaining his momentum, Eduardo advanced and placed his hands firmly on her bare dark-olive shoulders. She flinched involuntarily at the contact, but did not try to shrug him off as his grip gently settled. Pivoting her at arms’ length, he guided her forward to her built-in combination make-up/writing table on the far wall next to the bathroom.

Pablo peeked from under the hide-a-bed. As he nonchalantly groomed his face, he watched his mistress gaze into the vanity mirror at herself and her father close behind. “Your mother has left us,” Eduardo said quietly. “This presents an opportunity for you which I could not bear to let pass by.” Then he dropped his right hand to fish in his front trouser pocket.

Ignoring the more central bulge crowding his pants, Eduardo retrieved a large rubber-banded Escort money roll and tossed it casually onto the desk’s surface. “There is eighteen hundred dollars,” he said flatly as the heavy wad bounced once, then landed beside a Pond’s Cold Cream jar. “It is a bonus… a clothing allowance. You are my new ‘Mari’. The new hostess for La Familia. Tomorrow, and Tuesday, too, if necessary, I want you to go shopping. Get a nice professional wardrobe for yourself.”

While he spoke, Eduardo returned his hand to Luz’ shoulder. She inhaled deeply, but again, did not move away. Shuffling his feet, he edged forward and closed the gap between their bodies. She felt the added warmth in her mid-back’s hollow as his rounded gut filled it and his starched dress shirt ironed her muslin.

Luz weakly inquired, “But what if Mamá comes back…?”

Eduardo scoffed, “Bah! that will not happen!” Then, careful not to break the cooperative mood, he added, “She found her true father: Your abuelo; that ‘Señor Bill’. Now, she has decided that we are no good for her anymore. She is gone forever and we must make the best of it.” He sighed for effect and stroked his palms down Luz’ biceps. She felt him pull her backward. Her shoulder blades snugged against his pecs.

Keeping contact with Luz’ smooth soft skin, Eduardo rubbed his hands upward again. Continuing along her neck, he entwined his splayed fingers far into her long locks. His close hot breath penetrated the luxuriant curls as he went on, “And don’t be shy to treat yourself. Hairdo; shoes; the works from top to bottom.”

Luz shivered. Her fuzzy mind sent out small alarms, but her body overrode the frail protests to her father’s intimacy. A familiar heat built inside her. It seeped upward to her throat and down through her womb. Her legs quivered.

“And… speaking of hair,” Eduardo continued huskily. “We began an important conversation ten years ago.” Scratching Luz’s scalp lightly, he asked, “¿Recuerda? We were rudely interrupted by your Mamá that Halloween night. I never got proof that you answered me truthfully.”

Swiftly lowering his hands, Eduardo cupped his daughter’s double-D tits then buzzed in her ear, “But now there are still other things for me to learn. Yes, hija, I definitely see more to study closely. I must get to know all about you. To make up for our lost years.”

A searing flame flared from Luz’ crown to her heels. Eduardo’s strong fingers closed like basket ribs over her breasts. He felt them heave as she inhaled. Meeting pressure with pressure, he kissed her pierced earlobe and hissed, “That’s right, hija. Breath in deeply. Let Papá feel your soul.”

Luz’s black nipples popped like corn from their swelling platforms. As they pushed through her light cotton armor Eduardo scissored them between his hard knuckles. She winced, yet still her treacherous body begged for more. Reflexively, she thrust herself further into his implacable grasp. Despite wishing otherwise, she could not prevent the lightning strikes which set her erogenous zones ablaze.

Unwilling, but powerless, Luz felt her coño melt as her knees jellied and she slumped in Eduardo’s arms. He held her upright with his muscular left forearm braced tightly across her midriff. Removing his right hand from her aching plumped tit he caressed her soft belly through the muslin and whispered, “Very good, hija. Now, relax; enjoy. I know what to do and so, too, does your body even if you, yourself, do not think so.”

As he massaged Luz’ thin nightie in gentle wide circles around her deep navel, Eduardo crabbed the flimsy cloth upward. Slowly, inexorably, the hem rose from mid-calf, past her knees, above her thighs to her hips, where he balled it between his palm and her stomach. He looked into the mirror, grinned and asked, soto voce, “Do you see, hija? Your curtain has been raised. There is your stage for my actors to play upon.”

Luz stared shame-faced at her reflected exposed pussy. It unabashedly winked and she saw her leaking lubricants glisten on its naked lips. Keeping her bunched gown trapped against her abdomen with his wrist, Eduardo extended his fingers. His long middle digit traced the three-inch serrano pepper-shaped pubic patch that her ‘Yayo’, Dr. William Carter, had bestowed upon her with razor and scissors.

Dragging through the hair roots while outlining the form on Luz’ mons, Eduardo observed, “So now I know. Here is the hair I had hoped to find when you were nine and I asked if you were a woman yet.” Her desire mounted maddeningly while his nail tickled her tremulous mound and he continued, “But how creative you are to trim yourself so! Do you think you are a hot chili? It is a serious question soon to be answered, hija. ¡No te preocupes!”

Luz swayed her hips. She thought she was resisting, but it was ineffective against Eduardo’s well-placed finger which had already coursed south. When he tapped its tip on her clitoral hood, her pudenda jerked automatically and she spread her legs for balance. He smiled, then nibbled her ear shell Escort Bayan while he bounced her awakening nubbin.

Eduardo exclaimed with delight, “¡Mira eso! Your little man has come out on stage to play, too!” Lightly, then more tightly, he pinched the erect clit between his thumb and forefinger while he nested his bird between his daughter’s warm wet folds.

Luz gasped. The brief sharp twinging pain segued into a lingering pleasant aura. Unable not to undulate within her father’s coiled embrace she felt her cunt launched itself forward as he drove his finger lower in her slot then rested. On its own initiative her vagina kissed the fleshy pad and bid it welcome.

Luz moaned low and long. Her chin sagged to her throat latch as her head lolled slowly left, then right, in a repeating semi-circular swath. Eduardo released her clitoris briefly then applied new pressure to it with palm’s heel as he hooked his middle finger two knuckles deep through her portal. Her contracting cunt sucked the wiggling invader that unerringly probed her G-spot.

Luz twitched uncontrollably and softly squealed, “Pa-PÁ!” Orgasmic waves lapped the flicking finger then splashed on her bare inner thighs.

Unplugging her pussy, Eduardo lifted his syrupy finger first to Luz’s nose, and then to his lips. After a quick lick, he inserted it through her teeth and opined, “Very tasty, hija. And warm, but not yet hot. ¿No te pensar?”

Luz’ lips reflexively puckered around the salty joint and trapped it between her tongue and palate. Her cheeks hollowed as she drew on the knuckle and whimpered while her crisis subsided. When her pulse slowed, and her breaths had normalized, her mouth released its prisoner. She half-collapsed with a sigh.

Eduardo spun Luz in his hug, lightly slapped her left cheek twice and admonished, “Hey! Don’t go away!” As she opened her sad doe-eyes, he clutched her closer and planted his mouth on her full wide pliant lips. They parted easily for him.

Luz wanted to say, “No! Enough!” Instead, her words were stillborn and she groaned gutturally as she treated Eduardo’s prying tongue to the same hungry suction she had delivered upon his sticky finger. His crisscrossed arms squeezed away her breath and flattened her breasts on his chest.

While he passionately tasted his daughter’s active responsive mouth, Eduardo separated his hands and ran them diagonally down her back to her broad hips. Her internal heat regenerated and spread like molten gel throughout her body. She cried silently in her hazy head, “Oh! Please! Stop!” Aloud, she only moaned. Meanwhile her arms, unbidden, coiled around her father’s thick torso as she autonomically chewed his marauding lingua.

Happy with his progress, but concerned that his own excitement might lead to a premature conclusion, Eduardo counted slowly to ten in his mind while he prepped Luz for her next steps on his planned journey. Pushing her nightgown’s wide straps over her shoulder points, he sawed it downward. She gasped and crunched her tummy as her unshielded sensitized blackberries grazed his starched shirtfront. Electric jolts shot up from her chest and exploded in her skull.

Luz’ nightgown’s neckline failed to fall beyond her wider hips and briefly stymied Eduardo until he spied her cuticle scissors within arm’s reach on the vanity. Grabbing them up, he snipped a tear in the offending seam. As his strong hands easily ripped the weakened material the ruined sleepwear slipped cooperatively past her rump and pooled at her ankles. Seizing her uncovered ass, he crushed her crotch to his.

Eduardo’s swollen cock’s raging red head exited its uncircumcised foreskin and strained in his briefs. Ignoring his too-eager prick, he separated Luz’ globes and squeezed them fiercely. Once more, against her will, her feet danced and widened her stance. Tipping her head back, she broke their long kiss then hung her chin on his left collarbone and soughed as his middle fingers simultaneously drilled into their vulnerable targets.

Luz’ Kegel muscles instantly contracted. Both her pussy and rosebud collapsed tighter than tight. A second climax-like sensation flashed in her gut. She twisted her face against Eduardo’s neck and mutely screamed her shameful pleasure into his day-old beard bristles.

“There now, hija,” Eduardo growled as he wedged his first knuckles past Luz’ closing gates. “Are your eggs beginning to boil? I think maybe so.” Then, retracting his fingertips from her breached holes, he clawed into her glutes with an eagle’s strength and maneuvered her to the open sofa-bed.

As Luz and Eduardo whumped heavily together onto the mattress, his nails drew blood from her cheeks. The coil-spring metal bed frame’s legs hopped from the floor and cracked the casters’ carpet cups upon landing. Pablo yowled, but escaped with his life. Safely in the kitchen, he phlegmatically browsed his kibble dish.

Spreadeagled, helpless and winded, Luz lay pinned beneath Eduardo’s five foot nine, one hundred seventy pound, body. He whispered into Bayan Escort her left ear warningly, “Keep being good, hija, and I shall be also.” Then, raising up, he sat back on her thighs with his shins vising her love handles.

Too stunned to talk, Luz shut her eyes but reopened them immediately when Eduardo slapped her again and barked, “No! Watch and learn the ways of men, hija!”

A new worry entered the teen’s harried head and she fretted silently, “¡Dios! Will he be angry when he learns I’m not virgin? Will he hurt me? Please, God, if you can’t stop him, let him not hurt me!”

Eduardo grinned down at his panting daughter’s bounty as he carefully unbuttoned his shirt and tugged its tails from his trousers. A fear-inspired sweaty sheen shimmered on her heaving olive mounds. He paused, leaned over them, then forked his thumbs and index fingers below their quaking mass. Sliding his outstretched palms up the broad slopes to their puffy peaks, he harshly pinched the thick budded nipples.

Luz yipped, then moaned nasally as, once more, brief biting stings gave way to diffuse erotic pleasure. Eduardo straightened again, stripped off his starched shirt and tossed it away, along with his ribbed cotton tank undershirt. Reaching down, he locked onto Luz’s wrists and brought her hands to his hair-matted barrel chest. “Feel me, hija,” he commanded. “My pebbles are smaller than yours, but they, too, are very sensitive. Squeeze them!”

While Luz obediently, if timidly, teased his nipples, Eduardo unbuckled and unzipped his slacks. Hiking his buttocks, he pushed his pants, together with his Jockey shorts, to his bent knees. Shocked to see what she had never in her life wanted to view, her brows arched high while her chin fell low. Her mouth hid all her perfect white teeth behind her luscious lips as it stretched into a gaping ‘O’.

Eduardo’s hard-on was at least twice as fat as her grandfather’s thick sausage, though it appeared to be only about half as long. Its ruddy head looked sore. She could only hope it was not diseased, because now she knew for certain it would soon be inside her. As she stared at the little monster she prayed again, “¡Por favor, Madona! If I am not already carrying Yayo’s child, please let me be safe from Papá’s seeds!”

Eduardo misread his daughter’s wide-eyed horror and crowed, “Yes, hija, my thickness will stretch your young coño, but that will only make you want it all the more.” Moving his knees inside hers, he lifted Luz’ calves and spread her thighs. Her ripe wet pussy opened wide above her closed starry sphincter. Still holding her, he moved in another half-foot.

Luz’ bent knees bracketed her great gibbous breasts as Eduardo pushed her heels back on her hamstrings and closed his range to her vulva. Tucking her tummy, she rolled with his impetus onto her rounded shoulders and relieved the uncomfortable stress on her hip joints. Unfortunately, this also more perfectly aligned her to the approaching stump. With a single well-aimed shove he violated her vagina without noting whether or not she was a virgin.

Grunting heavily, Eduardo drove the remaining short distance and squashed his groin against Luz’ cushioning cooze. Her excited smooth muscles grabbed him as he retreated, then released to encourage his next thrust. She mentally cursed, but could not physically cease, her energetic libidinal build-up. As he pulled back the second time, her cunt walls closed even tighter on him and it was too much.

Before Eduardo could regain his depth his supercharged prick popped from Luz’ pussy and ejaculated. One; two; three thin creamy ropes spurted from his angry red helmet to clump in her barbered beaver and adorn her rippling belly. Disappointed that yet again he had failed to control himself, he put on a brave face and boldly stated, “There, hija! You see for yourself how quickly and powerfully I can come. The next one will be longer and even more strong, I assure you!”

Physically frustrated and emotionally overwhelmed by her defilement, Luz turned onto her side in a protective fetal curve. Grabbing her pillow, she buried her face and sobbed desperately. Oblivious to her destruction, Eduardo consoled, “Don’t cry, hija. Not every girl can come her first time. Real fucking is different from mere finger teasing. I promise you this: You will have many wonderful orgasms as we practice more.”

Luz’ muffled anguish went unnoticed as Eduardo tugged her love handles and completed her left body roll to lay her flat on her stomach in the bed’s center. While she covered her ears with her pillow’s ends, and pressed her forehead deep into its soft stuffing, he hoisted her hindquarters. Automatically her knees drew up on the mattress and her upper legs widened into a supportive bi-pod. He patted assurance on her left bottom cheek while he gently stroked his right palm up her smooth inside left thigh.

Stopping just below Luz’ inflamed juicing junction, Eduardo dug both hands’ fingertips into her meaty muscle mass, jiggled her and said, “¡Oh, mi dulce niña! You are so young and so firm. Are you also ripe? Shall I fill you up? You are not blood of my blood. We could make many wonderful babies together, you and I.” Sliding his hand the final half-inch, he pushed his first two digits into her agitated vagina.

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We kept kissing each other and our tongues were mating like they were restless and touched for the first time, even after all these hours. I began to feel them getting kind of numb but I really didn’t care, after all I had the most beautiful girl in the world in my arms and I was not going to stop right now.

There was no talking for a long time, just tenderness and love that was forbidden, a love that could cause many problems. The glances and kisses that we exchanged were “sealing” and “bonding” this relationship that was perfect to my eyes and to Alexandra’s.

There was no doubt that this was going to be a very difficult relationship due to the discretion that it would need, so that no one else would find out ever? Or at least for the time being that we lived in our parents’ house and attended in the same school where everyone knows that we are siblings. But then again, even if we lived somewhere else, it wouldn’t be easy to keep the relationship secretive unless we were isolated.

These thoughts were distracting me from my sister’s lips and body that had become “one” with mine. She noticed that and she looked at my eyes while she was kissing me and somehow she was telling me, “not now Alex, I know we have a very difficult “road to cross” but we will have plenty time to think about it”.

Then her eyes closed and she kissed me deeply with a very strong moan, like she was releasing so much tension that my thought gave her. I left my thoughts and gave in to her kiss and pretty soon I was ready and hard. She could feel that and she started rubbing her pussy on my cock. After a few strokes, her labia had wrapped my cock like a “hot dog bun” and kept her pace steady and slow. Every time she would go backwards my cock would hit her clit and she would sigh out and moan verifying to me that she loved every moment of this.

At some point she leaned her head back and her eyes were closed and she was moaning really loud and if our parents were here they would have heard us for sure. Her nipples were pointing out and I could see goose bumps around them and her areolas looked so tempting once again. I lowered my head and licked her nipples and areolas and then I began to blow lightly on them causing them to become harder while she was shivering with her loud way of expressing her arousal and showing to me that she loved what I was doing to her.

My tongue and lips started a voyage all over her breasts and around them, reaching towards her neck. I brought one hand from holding her back from falling and played with her breasts and stomach and her face and her wonderful hair. Then she stopped moving and her eyes opened again and she brought her face close to mine and she just looked at me with her beautiful green staring eyes and her mouth was opened wide. I could smell her breath that was inviting and knew she was going to say something that moment as she did…

“Alex, I haven’t tasted you yet and you have given me so much pleasure with your tongue before, so no I want to give you some pleasure too. But don’t make fun of me because I have never done this before and I will need your help. You will have to teach me what you like!”

“You don’t have to do anything that you are not comfortable with Alexandra”

“But I really want to! I want to give you as much pleasure as possible in any way that I can!”

I didn’t say another word and stuck my lips on hers and kissed her with such pressure and passion that I thought I was going to get in her mouth. Our tongues and lips were playing so well together while our breathing in each other’s mouth was getting us dizzy and more relaxed.

She got off of me and I was staring at her body from top to bottom mesmerizing her 18 years of beauty that was irresistible. She slowly kneeled down in front of my cock and placed her hands on my balls. My excitement was so great that I moaned loud and closed my eyes for a second to open them up again so that I won’t lose this “sight”. Then with her other hand she grabbed my cock very gently and she looked at me so sexy…

“Alex, tell me if I am doing something wrong or if I do something you don’t like.”

“I don’t think you can hurt me sis, and so far you are driving me nuts. I trust you with my life, so just do what I inspire you to do.”

She didn’t say another word, she just smiled happy of my love and trust to her. She brought her head closer to my cock and started kissing it gently teasing me, from head to balls. Then she began licking it and moistening it with her saliva. Her breath over my wet cock and balls were giving me chills all through my spine. After a good long tease her hand started moving up and down my “shaft”. My waist was arching up constantly implying my anxiety for her to take him in her mouth and I was moaning like a “sun of bitch” and really loud.

She may have not done this before but she was a natural when it came to understanding what I like. So then she looked at me with half close eyes and her mouth took the head of my cock in Escort and she licked my cock tip at the same time. She was driving me to an orgasm that would be very intense. I could feel juices running up my urethra from my balls and she tasted them. Then her mouth let go of my cock and asked me…

“Alex, is this cum that I taste? Is this what you have been shooting in my womb all night and morning today?”

“Well, the taste is the same but this is pre-cum and it is thinner. Cum is much thicker than this. You don’t have to swallow it Alexandra, I will warn you when I am about to cum so that you can jack me off.”

She didn’t reply but just covered my cock with her mouth and began going up and down while I was moving her hair away from her face so that I can see her lips going up and down. I just loved this sight and I tried to hold back as much as possible so I can enjoy the warmth of her mouth and tongue.

Then she stopped using her hand and only used her mouth while both hands were now on my thighs and she was increasing her speed. I could feel my cock head hitting at the entrance of her throat, but she was not deep throating me. The feeling though was bringing me closer and closer to my climax.

“Sis, what are you doing to me, I am about to explode…I am going to cum…I am cumming…”

Though I warned her and was expecting her to pull back and jack me off, she didn’t! She just pulled my cock half way out and kept my head in hear mouth while I was shooting vigorously inside. She didn’t choke at all and kept sucking and using her tongue to stimulate me to the point that I was completely empty.

“Mmm…” she moaned as if she was enjoying the taste and feeling of my sticky cum.

“Oh Alexandra, slow down your tongue…”I begged her because my cock head had become so sensitive that I am going to scream.

As if she knew what to do, she stopped her tongue and sucking to subside my cumming and until I was calm again. Then I heard her gulp, as she swallowed all my cum. I didn’t even see a single drop run down my shaft.

“Mmm…Alex, why would I jack you off and not take your cum in mouth? It tastes so good and the feeling of it in my mouth is not as some of my girlfriends have told me that it would be very uncomfortable.”

“I can’t believe what I am hearing from you. It is like a dream come true! You are the woman that I always wanted to have and my desires are fulfilled by you. I still can’t believe that you are doing this to me. I still can’t believe that we made love to each other without any regrets.” I said to her.

“You are my dream come true Alex! I was always afraid that you would reject me one day if I asked you to be my lover. I was willing to do anything, even to have you take my virginity. You always made me feel good and comfortable.

Remember when we were 14 and I tripped and fell down the stairs walking towards the basement? You heard me fall down and you ran to me and picked me up and put me on the coach and you looked so worry and ready to cry not knowing if I broke something or was hurt.”

“I do remember that Alexandra, and I can tell you it felt like I fell down that moment instead of you.”

“When I wrapped my hands around your neck while you were carrying me, I looked at your face, and I knew I was in Love with you. I had all these strong feelings for you since I began to understand the differences between us as a boy and a girl, but I couldn’t explain till that moment.”

“So for all these years you were hoping and wishing that something will happen like this night?”

“Well not like this, to be honest with you I was hoping something to happen immediately after I realized my feelings for you. I was lying in bed and imagining you kissing me and hugging me and telling me that you felt the same as I did. How many times I slept in your lap while we were watching a movie and your hands were fondling my hair!”

“I always knew and felt the special bond that we have but I never thought that we could ever be as we are now, two lovers in each other’s arms naked…doing something that is forbidden! If dad and mom found out, what do you think they would do?”

“I really don’t know, but I know for sure that they would be upset and angry with us. We are Twins Alex. Mom and dad understand the bond between us but up to the point where to siblings should have some boarders. I do see what could happen if this comes out to open one day.

But honest, I really don’t care because I am in Love with you and this is what I wanted for many years and I am not going to allow anyone get in my way. The only thing that was holding me back was my fear that you would reject me and be disgusted of me once I came up with the truth. I never wanted to miss this feeling that you give me when I’m near you… around you!”

“Alexandra, perhaps it is better that things came this way and we are adults and we can decide what we want to do for ourselves. You know the last 2 years I was tempted to open the Escort Bayan door when you were showering and look at you? I don’t know if that was just sexual urge or it was Love and Passion. The night dad and mom went out for their anniversary you said that you wanted to take a hot steamy shower to relax your muscles…”

Then she started laughing with a sexy tone and got up from her knees and climbed on me again and kissed me so passionately…and then withdrew from her kiss. “I know you came inside and you were looking at my body while I was showering, I heard the door and I could see you with my eyes slightly opened.

I didn’t want to scare you, and was enjoying that moment so much! I could have opened them and asked you to come in with me but I didn’t want you to think I was a slut. I didn’t know yet what your reaction would be. After all, you may have been only curious to see a naked body and I knew that boys were like that. You know what? You are right…I think we had to take our time to be at this point and moment.”

We held each other tight for a long time and we exchanged kisses and our lips were doing this in a way that we both loved. Like we were made for each other…but were we? Were we supposed to be so close with no remorse or regret?

I looked at the time and it was past noon, and I wasn’t hungry but I was getting sleepy and wanted to close my eyes. As if she was reading my mind, she got up and grabbed the blanket and lay on the couch and held the blanket inviting me to lie next to her. I didn’t even hesitate and lay next to her and we were facing each other. She kissed me a few more times and whispered to me before she closed her eyes “I love you Alex and I don’t regret a single moment with you”

“I love you too Alexandra, more than you can ever imagine” I replied and closed my eyes with my hands in hers and I she pulled them on her breasts and we both fell a sleep.

As restless as I always was, I opened my eyes first and her hands were still holding mine and I still couldn’t believe what just happened between me and my sister. The feeling of her breasts on my hands and hers was so arousing. But I didn’t want to wake her up as she was sleeping like an angel. I was hungry though and I needed to put something in my stomach. We hadn’t eaten anything since last night and we both had burned so many calories…

I slowly pulled my hands out of Alexandra’s and got up as quiet as I could so that I won’t wake her up. I put on my sweats and headed towards the stairs and then the Kitchen. “Turkey Sandwiches” I thought out loud. I prepared two sandwiches and filled to glasses of cold milk. I put all on a tray and headed back downstairs.

She looked so beautiful; every time I looked at her again she was even more beautiful. I didn’t want to wake her up but at the same time I wanted her to eat something. I kissed her on her lips very softly and she responded back locking her lips on mine.

“Are you hungry Alexandra?”

“I sure am. I see you made some sandwiches. You are the best!” she said and sat up and her breasts were exposed to my eyes. I looked at them as if it was the first time and last night never happened.

“You like what you see brother” she gazed at me smiling sexually.

“I have no words to describe your beauty Sis” She didn’t even try to cover them so that they wouldn’t distract me for my sandwich. We continued eating and I was biting my sandwich and staring at her tight 18 year old breast that was the “right” size for my fantasies.

After we finished our sandwich, I drank my cup of milk “bottoms up” and watched as Alexandra drank it slowly as usual. She looked at me with a tempting look and as she drank some milk, she allowed some to run on her breasts…

“You want some more milk Alex?” She smiled.

Did I need a second invitation for this? My lips looked for all the wet by milk skin of her young and tight body. I was all over her breasts, her nipples, her stomach and her furry mound that was also wet by the milk. When I got to her sweet gorgeous little pussy lips I could smell all the sex we had until that moment.

It was arousing to smell my cum with her juices and the milk. I kissed her labia like I would kiss her lips and used my tongue to open them up to get deeper inside. Then I noticed something that I didn’t notice at all until now. There were two run marks on her inner thighs that looked like blood. It was from her hymen that broke last night. It felt so good to see that and I was the one that my sister was waiting for to take away her virginity and make her a woman.

“Oh…Alex, you know how to treat my horny for you pussy…ah…”

Her moans and dirty language were surprise to me but I didn’t complain because I liked that and it aroused me even more causing my cock to stir. I licked her all over her genitals and used my lips, tongue and my nose to play with her down there. At some point I inserted my nose in her pussy getting a direct smell from her sweet Bayan Escort odors coming from inside.

“Yeah, lick my pussy, eat it all up Alex, and make me come hard again…Oh…don’t stop doing that…oh…”

My motions were speeding up, accelerating with rhythm that made her moan louder and louder!

“Ah…mmm…ye…s…I am going to cum brother if you continue like that…I am cumming really hard…Oh…oh…oh…now…”

She grabbed my head and she forced it on her delicious pussy that I was licking and held me so hard that I couldn’t breathe. Her spasms were so intense and erotic that I didn’t really care that my lungs were not getting any oxygen for all this time. Then she pulled my head up to her face and she kissed me with an enormous “thank you”. Her lips and tongue were just driving me nuts and my cock was hard as a rock. I could feel it trying to get out of my sweats.

As if she knew my thoughts her hands let go of my face and ran all over my chest and abs to my sweats where she didn’t lose any time and she shoved her hand inside and said after grabbing my cock, “Someone is ready for some fun I think in there…” and she began to stroke my cock slowly with her dry hands and she looked at me in my eyes with those dazzling green eyes and said… “My pussy is so wet I can feel it and I think it needs your cock to get inside and fill it up with your sperm”.

Man, I wanted to cum only by listening to her say those words and talk so dirty. She pulled my sweats down and she took my cock in her mouth for three-four strokes very slowly and staring at my eyes and then she stopped.

“Alex, please fuck me… Fuck me now…I want you inside me now…”

She lay on her back and pulled my cock towards her pussy and spread her legs wide to accept me enter her. There was no resistance from me, I was moving like I was hypnotized by her words and looked at her eyes while she was guiding me inside her. When I entered her pussy I could feel it burning so hot and her inner walls were so wet I could hear her juices from my movement in and out.

“Alex, my pussy is so ready to cum again…I can’t begin to explain how I feel with your cock inside me.”

“How do you think I feel sis? I am going crazy with every move I make and I am fighting not cum…I want this to last as long as possible”

“Don’t hold back Alex, cum inside me anytime…I am cum…m…in…g…” She shouted out very loud, that I could say that the neighbors could have heard us if we were upstairs.

I started pumping my cock in and out so fast and I began shooting cum inside her while she wrapped her legs around mine holding me inside her while her hands were pulling my ass guiding me inside her at every thrust.

“Inside your pussy Alexandra, I’m cummmmmmingggg…”

I can’t remember how many times I shot inside her but she could feel it too.

“Alex, oh my…I can feel your hot cum, inside me…yes, shoot it inside…oh Yessss…”

I never remember myself cumming so hard ever and so long during my masturbation sessions, not even the first time we made love. Our lips joined while our orgasms subsided slowly and she guided my cock with her hands on my ass to the deepest part of her love channel.

“Mmm…mmm…” she moaned without breaking the kiss.

Her fingernails in my ass cheeks were causing me pleasant pain and in some way this time my cock didn’t soften at all but remained hard, and I had the urge to pump her again really hard. So I started pumping her slowly at the beginning and gradually increasing my tempo slapping her crotch with my groin and balls.

“Oh my…Alex…your still hard…oh yes…slap my pussy like that really hard…I think…ohhh… Aah…A…I am…mmm…cumming again…oh…I love…you…your cock…Aaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

She screamed out loud and her legs were wrapped around my waist. She was in spasms that were intense and her eyes were half open and half closed staring at my eyes as I looked backed at her with confidence and power above her continuing my hard and fast pumping.

“You like the way I fuck you Alexandra…you like the way my cock is making you cum?”

“O…o…h…Al…e…x…don’t…stop…fucking…me…li…ke…that…ev…er…” she replied very difficult because of her spasms.

Our mix juices in her pussy were running down her ass and I could feel them every time I slapped her with my balls. I couldn’t understand what was going on with me and my cock wasn’t getting any softer and I wasn’t even close to begin cumming. But I kept fucking her hard and with rhythm. After a few minutes she was shouting out loud at the steps of another orgasm…

“ALEX…DON’T STOP…I AM…OH…MY…GOING…TO CUM AGAIN…OHHHHHH! YES…MY PUSSY…IS…ON FIRE…AHHHHHH…”

I kept looking at her in the eyes and with such confidence that I wasn’t going to stop fucking her with this pace and force. Her eyes were on mine, wide open and her mouth was open too and everytime I hit the bottom of her pussy she said “Yes…yes…yes…yes…”

Then suddenly she came so hard she screamed “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” so loud that I was sure that if anyone was outside our house, they would have definitely heard her!

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“It was so cool last night! I met this guy and wow we had the hottest role play yet!” Said Stacy.

“I don’t know about that! You have no idea who you were chatting with on the net. I hear that some of the real perverts can track you down.” I said as I looked at my friend

“It is totally anonymous! There is no way for the guy to know who I really am. Besides you should hear just how outrageous his fantasy is. He wants me to dress up in a school girl uniform and sit on his face while he jerks off! He jerked off three times last night!” Stacy said.

“You need to get a real life!” I laughed but I also meant it.

Stacy and I had graduated from high school almost a year ago. We both had decided to stay in our small Midwestern town and work part time as we went to the community college. The big problem we had now was that most of our old friends had moved away and that included the small number of attractive guys we had grown up with. I hate to admit but both Stacy and I were about as horny as two nineteen year old women could be!

Stacy had been spending a lot of time on an adult website that was frequented by many horny and older men. Most of these were married. She really enjoyed listening to their fantasies and then role-playing.

“Heather, you really should try it! It is so much better than just lying there rubbing yourself! At least you are socializing with a horny guy!” She laughed.

“I don’t know but send me the site link and maybe I will check it out.” I said if nothing else to shut her up.

She had told me that there were also sexy stories and porn movies so if nothing else I could look through that stuff. I drove out to my parents farm where I staying until I could figure out how to get out on my own.

“Welcome home sweetie! Did you have good day today?” Asked my Daddy as I came in.

“It was alright. I have some work to do so I’m going on up to my room.” I said as excuse to be alone.

My pussy was in need of some attention. I thought what I really need is a boy with a stiff cock to play with. It had been two months since I had been fucked!

I locked my door and quickly removed my clothes. I reached in my drawer and found my faithful friend that was nicknamed “buzzy”. I started to rub my toy up and down my swollen pussy lips. As hard as I tried I could not focus on any particular sexy thought that would help me orgasm. Then I thought about Stacy and decide to see if she had sent the link. I opened her email and sure enough I found what I was looking for.

I followed the link and quickly found my way to create a profile. Most of it populated for me but I added a couple of sexy tidbits about myself. I looked around the site and was delighted with the verity of videos and sexy stories. Then I noticed that I had already received about thirty friend requests and twenty personal messages. There were a lot of horny guys!

I quickly discovered why most of them were on the site instead of with a woman. The typical message was “Want to see my cock” or “Want to fuck”. There was only one word that came to mind and that was “loser”.

I decided to see what the stories were like and I quickly Escort found my way to the most popular stories. I selected the first story which was titled “My Daughter’s Panties”. I started to read it and found the story intriguing and actually well written.

The plot was about a father who was sexually aroused by his sexy daughter who was nineteen years old. I read the description of the character and it was a perfect description of me. Five foot two, slender with B cup tits, long brown hair in a ponytail and green eyes.

The story centered on the father wanting to have sex with his daughter but he was afraid she would freak out if he did anything. So he would try to peek in her bedroom or bathroom to see her undressed. One day he found a pair of her panties and used them to jerk off. Of course his daughter discovered him and it turned into one of the hottest sex scenes I could have imagined.

My friend “buzzy” was well fucked by the end of the story. I could not believe just how incredibly turned on I was by the story. I started to think of my dad with my panties wrapped around his cock while he jerked off while thinking of fucking me. It was a fucking turn on!

I decided to visit the guy’s profile and discovered he wrote a lot of stories. He seemed to have a variety of sexual interest besides daddy daughter stories. I decided I would like to chat with him and I sent a message telling him I had enjoyed the story and would love to chat some time.

I watched another short video and noticed my message indicator was on again. I quickly looked to see how many new I had but then noticed that my favorite author had replied.

“Thank for the message and reading my story. Glad you liked it! I would love to chat!” His reply said.

In a few minutes we were messaging back and forth. It quickly turned into a sexual conversation that had my pussy dripping and his cock being stroked. He said it was true that he had a daughter my age and that he did use her panties to jack off. I told him what a horny little slut I was and how I really needed a cock to play with. We finally signed off late that night but he told me he would be on again the next night.

We became regular thing and we had some great cybersex with each other. I found out that he lived in the same area as me. His wife had always been sexually attracted to women and these days she pretty much preferred a woman lover to his cock. This was why he was so horny and why his daughter who lived with him had become a sexual obsession.

One night we were just chatting after getting each other off. I started to wonder about some things.

“So other than me and your hand do you ever get any real sex?” I asked.

“Is that an offer?” He asked.

I was suddenly very nervous. I liked this guy but he was just someone on the net. I had no desire to be some victim of a crime and I had no intention of meeting anyone I met online.

“Sorry! I probably should have not sent that. I know you only want the fantasy.” His reply came back.

“No problem! I’m still curious about what you do besides this and watching your daughter for fun.” I sent back.

“Mostly Escort Bayan this but sometimes I go over to the strip club and see some real flesh.” He wrote back.

“Is that the one over on route 29?” I asked.

“I forgot you are from nearby. Yeah that is the one. It is right next to the porn shop. Haha!” He replied.

“So do the dancers ever do anything for you? You know for sex?” I asked.

“No but I went into the store one time and put my cock through the hole and got it sucked. Probably some dude but hell I needed something that night.” He answered.

“You got your dick sucked and could not see the person?” I asked.

“Yeah that is the way a glory hole works. You can see plenty of videos where some sexy woman is there but I think the reality is they are mostly used by gay and bi guys. That is why I never went back.” He said.

My mind suddenly began to ponder how I could have sex with my internet friend and never meet him. Slowly a plan formed and despite my nerves I finally decided to give my idea a try.

“I have an idea on how we could have sex for real. Are you interested?” I wrote.

“Fuck yes!” He replied.

“Can you go to the porn shop on Thursday night?” I asked.

“Sure!” Was the quick reply.

“I would comfortable having sex if we could not see each other. If you promise to get there before me and then I will come and get in the booth next to you.” I wrote.

“Ok but how will you know which booth I am in?” He asked.

“I will ask if you have your daughter’s panties. If you slide a pair of panties through the hole I will suck and fuck your daddy cock!” I answered.

“Ok! I have just the pair that will do and it would be great to know that you took them home with you full of my cum stains!” He replied

“One last thing, when we are done you have to give me a ten minute head start before you leave. I really want to remain anonymous! Just remember if this works maybe we could do it again. Do you agree?” I asked.

“Fuck yeah!” He replied.

Thursday night arrived much sooner than I expected. I drove the twenty minutes to the porn store and my palms were sweating and my stomach was full if butterflies. I looked around the parking lot and there were only a couple of cars. I was right on time. I opened the door and stepped out. I quickly straightened my denim miniskirt. I had a simple tee top on over a lacy bra. I was wearing a black thong which rubbed seductively against my swollen clit.

I stepped into the store and there was a bored looking guy by the cash register. I spotted the direction of the video booths. I started to walk towards them.

“I want to see your ID!” Said the manager.

I walked over and pulled my driver’s license and handed it to him. He looked at it and then me. He just smiled and handed it back.

“Enjoy yourself!” He said with a smirk.

I walked back into the darkened hallway. There was a guy standing there looking at me. He was kind of homely but he said nothing as I walked by him. Finally I noticed that the second to last booth was occupied so I stepped in the last booth. I put some money in the bill slot Bayan Escort and a movie of some woman fucking two guys came on. I saw the hole and I knelt by it.

“Do you have your daughter’s panties?” I asked in a whisper.

A pair of pink satin panties came through the hole. I looked at them and smiled. I could smell cum on them and there were many stains.

“These are so nasty! Maybe you better take these instead” I said as I pulled off my thong and passed it through the hole while giggled.

I could hear him sniff and then groan. Then a large hard cock came through the hole. My hand gripped it and gently stroked it as I heard him breathe harder. I licked my lips and the licked the head of his cock which jerked with excitement. A drop of pre-cum appeared at the little hole and my tongue quickly licked it up. The taste was intoxicating.

I moaned as my mouth sucked his cock deep. I loved to feel the spongy mushroom shape head rub the roof of my mouth. My tongue rubbed the bottom of his cock as my lips felt every small ridge or bump on his wonderful cock. My head was bobbing up and down his dick and I knew I had to be careful not to make him cum. My fingers were rubbing my hot pussy and desperately wanted to have this cock deep in me.

I stood up and turned around. I position the cock at my opening. I then started to push back against the cock.

“Oh fuck yeah” said my lover’s muffled voice

I grunted as my tight pussy tried to adjust to his thick cock. My hands pushed my top and bra up and my hand started to pull on one of my nipples as my other hand rubbed my clit as my pussy moved back and forth on his cock.

My ass began to thump against the wall as my fucking of the cock got faster and faster.

“Ohhhh shit!” I groaned as I fucked the stranger.

My orgasm hit me and I pushed my ass against the wall to get as much of that wonderful cock into me as possible. My breath was quick and my eyelids fluttered as my pussy made an effort to milk his cock.

He must have been close too because he began to pump wildly at me through the hole.

“Oh fuck yeah!” He moaned and I could tell he was cumming.

I hoped that his orgasm was as good as my own! I pulled away from the wall and could feel his cum dripping from my pussy. I dropped to my knees and inhaled his cock which was shining with our fuck juices. I sucked and licked his cock clean. It slowly shrank in size and I gave it one last kiss.

“Thank you daddy! I had fun and if you are good and wait till I leave we can good we can do this again!” I said as I put the cum stained panties he had brought on.

My pussy was still dripping his cum as I walked through the store and out in the parking lot. I got in my car and started to leave. As I did I looked over in the strip club parking lot. Suddenly my mouth hung open as I spotted my dad’s old red Ford pickup.

I pulled my car over to the back of the lot and turned off the lights. I watched the clock as ten minutes passed. Then I watched as my father came out of the porn store and walked over to his truck. He had a big smile. I watched as his truck drove away as my pussy continued to drip cum!

The end…maybe

*****

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Alice’s Discipline

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Daddys Girly

LESBIAN: Mom and Aunt instruct her.

((Mom will be named Sarah))

(The basics of this story was given to me some time ago by an ex-girlfriend. I have changed all the names to protect the guilty)

Hi! My name is Alice, I’m 18 years old, and a freshman in Jr. College. I need to tell somebody about the fateful day that turned my world upside down—and turned me into a kinky lesbian.

My cross-town soccer game was cancelled because someone had called in a bomb scare at the other school, so I came home much earlier than expected.

Aunt Flora’s car was in the driveway. That was cool because Aunt Flora had a bubbling, outgoing personality. She always had something funny to say, and I always felt comfortable around her. She was also an incredibly beautiful woman of 35 years with shoulder-length, slightly curly blonde hair, a cute pixie face, and an hour-glass figure stacked onto a 5’9″ frame. Did I say stacked? She had the biggest tits I’ve ever seen. And they didn’t sag either. They stuck out front like a couple of cannons. I’ve always admired Aunt Flora’s tits and wish mine would grow out like that. And she had the big, round, muscular ass to match anchored onto a pair of broad, heart-shapped hips.

Of course, my own mom was no slouch either. She always cut an impressive figure. At 40 years of age she towered a couple of inches over Aunt Flora. She kept her blonde hair cut fairly short and had a beautiful, well-chiseled face with no wrinkles. And her tits, though not quite as big as Aunt Flora’s, were still an impressive pair of headlights in their own right. Like Aunt Flora, she had the sexy hour-glass figure, but it was her incredible sexy, long legs and magnificent ass that were probably her best features.

As for me, I think I will grow the same ass that my mom and aunt have because it already looks pert and juicy, and is muscular and round from playing soccer. But for some reason I never sprouted up in height, so that both my mom and my aunt tower over me. And, my body still rather petite, means my tits were only now just beginning to sprout.

When I came home that day, I expected to see them in the living room when I entered the house, but they were nowhere to be found. I went upstairs to my bedroom but before entering I saw that the door to mom’s bedroom was open, so, curious to see if they were there and wanting to say hello, I peeked in. And, oh, what a sight it was!

Mom was standing up in all her glory near her bed. And I mean all her glory—given what she was wearing (or not wearing). On top she had a latex bra on, but it had no cups so her huge, gravity-defying tits stuck straight out. Her nipples were all red and engorged, sticking out about an inch and there were lipstick marks surrounding each nipple. (The thought that Aunti Flora must have kissed her there—or even sucked on them made me feel dizzy). Down below, mom had on a red latex mini that was so short that part of her ass and pussy lips were showing. Garter straps extended down from inside her mini holding up the nylon stockings embracing her gorgeous long legs. And, this entire package was standing on a pair of red 6-inch heels.

I had never seen mom dressed like that, and the mere sight of it took my breath away. And that sight alone would have been enough to make me masturbate (though I’d never had desires for another female before)—but there was much more to the picture.

In her hand, mom held onto a leash. At the other end of the leash was a collar, and the collar was around Aunt Flora’s neck!

And here is the gasser: Aunt Flora was completely naked and was down on her hands and knees—her voluptuous bubble-shaped ass sticking up in the air and her huge tits seeming to nearly touch the floor. Her nipples, like mom’s, stuck out over an inch, huge and throbbing. And like mom, she had lipstick marks on her tits.

The thought that mommy and Aunt Flora had been sucking each other’s tits made my own ach to be sucked. My nipples poked out through my T-shirt (I wasn’t wearing a bra) and screamed to be tweaked.

Mom tugged the leash, and Aunt Flora began to crawl towards her as if she were a doggie or something.

“Lick!” Mom commanded

“Yes, mommy!” Aunt Flora responded as she began to lick mom’s feet while all bent over with her ass in the air.

And the utterance of those words by my aunt sent electric jolts all through me. The idea of mommy and auntie playing kinky, mother-daughter incest role-playing games was too much.

As Aunt Flora licked and kissed mom’s feet and ankles mom bent over and began to slap autie’s ass with the flat of her hand making these real sexy “slap” sounds.

What a perverse sight! I was shocked. I trembled all over. But at the same time the sight was incredibly erotic and my pussy began to throb and gush.

I couldn’t have moved from that spot if a nuclear bomb went off next door.

With each slap of mom’s hand against aunt Flora’s ass, not only did Flora’s ass jiggle and turn a little red, but mom’s huge tits jiggled too.

Aunt Escort Flora began working her way up mom’s legs, kissing and licking, and all the time calling my mom “mommy.” And I stood there wondering how far she would go. One part of me was not believing what I was seeing, while the other part of me was getting incredibly turned on over it.

I didn’t have long to wait. Soon Aunt Flora was kissing and licking the insides of mom’s thighs. Mom stopped slapping auntie’s ass and stood back up straight to fondle her own tits while auntie nuzzled her face between mom’s thighs.

And then, I couldn’t believe it. It happened. Moaning in delirious pleasure Aunt Flora nudged mom’s skimpy skirt up with her nose and planted her mouth right on mom’s glistening wet pussy!

I was so mesmerized that I’d lost track of my own body and my own hands. Then I realized that one of my hands had slipped up under my skirt to rub my pussy while the other hand fondled my tits as I watched this incredibly erotic scene unfold.

“Such a naughty little girl you are,” mom said to auntie, “trying to lick mommy’s pussy like that. Perhaps mommy should give her naughty little girl a real spanking?”

“Yes, mommy,” Aunt Flora said. “I’ve been very, very naughty.”

Mom then sat on the edge of her bed and patted her lap. Aunt Flora laid across mom’s lap, and then mom began to spank her. The spanks were gentle at first, just playful ass slaps—but hard enough for that sexy “smack!” sound to reverberate in the room again. And with each “smack” my own pussy throbbed to the sound. And, with each of mom’s slaps on auntie’s ass, her gorgeous ass cheeks vibrated and jiggled making me wish I could fondle them and kiss them. And, mom’s huge tits jiggled making me want to play with them.

Mom began to spank a little harder, and then harder still, and that sexy “smack, smack, smack” sound grew louder and louder, making my pussy throb and gush all the more. And, now I was mindlessly fingering my cunt making sloshy wet sounds that I should have realized that they could hear. But I was so out of it I didn’t know what I was doing, or care.

As mom spanked auntie, auntie thrashed on mom’s thighs, her hips and ass bobbing up and down as if she were trying to fuck mom’s leg, all the while moaning “mommy, mommy, mommy!”

Auntie’s jiggling ass soon turned bright red, and then mom bent down and began kissing Auntie Flora’s butt cheeks. Then Mom stuck her hand between Auntie’s thighs and up under her butt to finger her pussy. And as mom kissed Auntie’s ass and fingered her pussy the loud “sloshing” sounds from Auntie’s cunt told me how wet she was. (Or was it my own pussy making all those sounds since by now I was fingering myself pretty furiously?)

The next thing I knew they were both on the bed 69ing each other! I couldn’t believe it. My mom and my aunt slurping away at each other’s cunts, moaning and thrashing in ecstacy.

I was about ready to cry out in orgasm myself as I felt my knees buckle. I staggered to my room on trembling legs, closed the door, and quickly brought myself off. I had to masturbate five more times that evening before I could go to sleep.

When I went to school the next day I couldn’t concentrate on anything. My mind was so fried I couldn’t think of anything but the kinky sex mom and aunt Flora had done. That kept me in squishy heat all day long.

After soccer practice when I showered with the other girls I couldn’t help but look at their bodies in a different way. I now found it rather arousing and wondered what it would be like to have sex with another girl. What would it be like to have a couple of pretty faces sucking on my tits? Their soft full lips clamping down on my swollen nipples and drawing them out. What would it be like to have a pretty face down between my legs licking and sucking on my pussy? Blonde pony tail bobbing up and down as she gave me head!

As the other girls moved around in the locker room and the shower it turned me on to watch their butts jiggle and flex every time they moved. I watched their tits jiggle and bob up and down and found it to be incredibly erotic. What would it be like to play with another girl’s titties? To suck on her nipples and feel that erotic flesh between my tingling lips? As they soaped up their crotches in the shower I wondered what it’d be like to kiss their clean, sweet slits, to kiss and lick and suck until they moaned. To stick my tongue into their hot wetness?

As I rode my bike home I could think of nothing but kinky girl-girl sex, and my pussy was so hot and swollen that the way it rubbed on my bicycle seat as I pumped my legs felt almost as good as masturbating.

When I reached home, I noticed Auntie Flora’s car in the driveway again and I immediately got even more excited. My nipples tingled and my pussy gurgled. I wondered if, no I hoped, that they’d be having their kinky sex again and would leave the door open so I could watch and masturbate to them again. Before getting off my bike I rubbed my throbbing Escort Bayan cunt back and forth on the seat. Umm, it felt so-o-o good. I wanted to stay there and finish myself off, but then, I didn’t want to miss any of the action inside in the event that mom and aunt Flora were already doing their thing.

To my surprise, and mild, and temporary, disappointment, mom and auntie were in the living room, sitting side by side on the couch, clothed, well, at least sort of.

Three other women sat across from them.

Mom was dressed in a similar latex outfit today (as she was yesterday), except that everything was black, black latex bra, with conical shaped cones to hold her huge tits and making them stick out even more than usual. Skimpy, black latex mini, so short the entire length of her garter straps showed. Her feet, enveloped by her leg-embracing beige stockings, were tucked into black heels. In contrast to all the black, she was wearing white panties—which were quite visible under that tiny skirt.

Aunt Flora was dressed the same way, except she was in blue latex—with her white panties also quite visible.

The other three women sitting on the couch opposite of mom and Aunt Flora I had briefly met before and had thought that they were just casual friends of mom’s. Cindy, a redhead, was dressed in a red T-shirt mini that barely came down to her hips in the position she was sitting. Next to her was Sandy, another redhead, dressed identically. The third woman, Tamara, was a brunette and she wore a dark brown T-shirt mini.

“Come here, Alice.” Mom patted the space on the couch between her and Aunt Flora.

“Yes, mom?” I said as I sat wondering what she had up her sleeve.

“I was picking up laundry today I found this in your room.” She held up the stained panties I had masturbated in when I watched her and aunti.

“You’ve been masturbating, haven’t you sweetie?” Mom pressed her thigh against mine.

I felt terribly embarrassed. I couldn’t answer such a question in front of all these other women. But then, the sexy warm feel of mom’s thigh against mine was turning me on. And then, the way everyone was dressed. I was so confused about what was going on.

Aunti Flora pressed her thigh against my other leg like mom was doing. Then she put her hand on top of my thigh. “It’s okay sweetie. Both your mom and I masturbate once in awhile, don’t we Sarah?”

“Sure,” mom said, placing her arm around my shoulders, turning towards me and rubbing my stained panties under my nose. Her sharp pointed bra cone poked into my shoulder exciting me as much as the smell of my own cunt on my panties. “Everyone does it, isn’t that right ladies?

“Yeah, we do it all the time,” Sandy said re-crossing her legs and flashing her panties at me. And she made this move so slowly as she looked right at me that it was more than obvious that she was flashing me on purpose

Cindy and Tamara did the same one after the other, and both made it obvious that they wanted me to look up their skirts. And all three of them were wearing sexy white panties, and all three of them showed some dampness there.

“You see,” Aunt Flora said moving her hand up a little higher on my thigh, “we just want you to admit it, that’s all.”

“Well . . . yes, “I stammered. “I guess I do a little. Sometimes.”

Mom turned even more sharply towards me, letting her hand slip off my shoulder to caress my tit. At the same time she rubbed both of her huge bra cones against my shoulder while rubbing my panties all over my face and neck. “Not only do you masturbate, but you masturbated yesterday while watching your auntie and I play around and have sex with each other, now didn’t you?”

Aunt Flora slid her hand up my skirt and touched my quivering cunt through my panties. “You might think we didn’t see you jerking off to us, but we did. So, why not go ahead and admit it?”

“Y-y-y-yes. I saw. I was shocked at first. Then I found it rather exciting. I couldn’t help myself. My hands just took on a life of their own . . .”

Mom put my panties aside and turned back to me, her face only inches from mine. “Mommy doesn’t mind if you masturbate, it’s good for you to have orgasms, but you were a very naughty girl for peeking, and standing there and watching us when we thought we’d have some privacy.”

“I-I-I-I’m sorry.”

“So, I’m going to have to spank you for being so naughty,” mom said, “so stand up a moment and turn facing me.”

As I stood mom parted her magnificent long thighs and guided me between them. Then she closed her thighs pressing them against the outsides of my legs, the erotic warmth of her sexy gams causing my already throbbing pussy to gush even more girl goo onto my panties.

But then, all the kinky excitement I was feeling became mixed with outrageous embarrassment when mom reached up under my skirt and began teasing my as and cunt right in front of everybody. As she toyed with my panties and the goodies they contained, her face was only inches Bayan Escort away from my crotch. Her hot breath against me only made my slit all the juicier.

The combination of all the sexy talk, the sexy way my mom and all the other women were dressed, and mom’s playing with my ass and cunt—all of that combined with the embarrassment of having my own mom do this in front of all these other women turned me on beyond anything I’d ever felt before, beyond anything I’d ever imagined. My cunt ached to be fucked, licked, and sucked. My by now rock hard nipples ached to be toyed with. I wanted to play with them myself so bad, but I was still too embarrassed to do something like that in front of all these other women.

By this time, Aunt Flora had scooted over to be closer to mom so she could more closely observe what mom was doing to me. She reached her hand up under mom’s skirt to play with her pussy while mom was fondling me up under my skirt.

Then mom added to my embarrassment by pulling my panties down around my knees where everyone could see.

“Oh, look how wet she is!” One of the women behind me said.

“Such a naughty little girl,” another woman said.

My face grew as red as a beat when aunt Flora and the three other women giggled at my predicament.

“Now take your shirt off honey,” mom commanded.

And so, there I was, my panties pulled down to my knees where everyone could see how wet they were. And now, with my shirt all the way off everyone could see how erect my nipples were.

“Look Sarah,” aunt Flora said as she took both of my nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and tweaked them this way and that sending new waves of pleasure throughout my body, “how erect your daughter’s nipples are. I think she likes what we’re doing with her.”

“Yes,” mom said as her hands replaced aunt Flora’s on my tits. She began to fondle me while aunt Flora stuck her hands up under my skirt to play with my pussy and my ass. “My little girl is becoming quite the young woman.” Mom flicked her tongue against each of my nipples. While mom continued to tease my nipples with her tongue, aunt Flora pulled my skirt all the way down my legs and had me step out of it.

“Quite the sexy young woman,” mom completed her sentence. “But now she must pay the price for spying on us.” Mom pulled her face away from my chest and patted her lap. “Lay down across my lap, dear.”

Aunt Flora situated herself so that when I lay across mom’s lap, my face was right in aunt Flora’s lap. And I thought that was real sexy in spite of the embarrassment I felt from the other women watching and with the only clothing I had left was my wet panties still around my knees. The feel of their sexy nylons and the flesh of their upper thighs against my bare skin was sheer erotica. And the heat steaming up from their crotches made my own cunt salivate.

“Whack!” Mom gave my bare naked ass a slap. In spite of my embarrassment at being spanked in front of all those other women, the feel of my ass cheek jiggling from the blow was kind of sexy.

“Whack!” She slapped my other cheek and it too jiggled. I was beginning to think this was fun.

Mom began slapping my ass a little harder, first one cheek, then the other. Both my ass cheeks began to burn a bit—and I was delightfully pleased that the heat went right to my cunt for some reason.

By this time Auntie had pulled her huge tits out of her latex bra and begun to rub them against my bare back. Her nipples were hugely erect and felt so fucking sexy the way she scrapped them back and forth along my back.

Mom began to spank me harder and faster making my ass jiggle as hard as if I was standing on one of those vibrating machines some gyms have. And as my ass jiggled, I thought of how much it had turned me on to see all the other girls’ asses jiggle in the locker room and shower. I wondered (no, I hoped) that mom, auntie, and all the other women were getting just as turned on from watching my ass jiggle with each swat mom gave me.

And with each swat of her hand on my ass it pushed my pussy ever harder into her thigh. And the increasing heat of my ass enflamed my cunt all the more.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see right up the skirts of the other three women who all had parted their legs as they rubbed their very wet panties and talked dirty while watching mom, auntie, and I. They were mumbling things like “she’s such a hottie! Mother-daughter incest. Fuck yeah!”

And that turned me on even more—being able to look up their skirts, see them masturbating over what mom and auntie were doing with me, and hearing their dirty talk. I couldn’t help myself any longer. I began to fuck my erect clit against mom’s thigh while rubbing my erect nipples on auntie’s thigh.

Aunt Flora shifted her position so she could spread her legs and stick my head up her skirt.

Delighted and thrilled at how wet her panties were, I inhaled deeply of the latex of her skirt and the steamy aroma of woman emanating from her soggy panties. And by this time I was so fucking horny I didn’t need any encouragement. I buried my face right in her crotch and began munching on her already soaked panties. Auntie responded by squeezing her hot, creamy thighs against the cheeks of my face.

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