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I’m driving around the city. I have on meeting after another to go to. God, I hate lunch rush hour. Makes me insane. My a/c isn’t working, so that is making the drive even more miserable. My cell phone rings.

It’s you. You’re sexy voice makes my pussy tingle. I can feel the juices starting to flow. I can barely drive straight. You ask me if I’d like to make a bootie call. That your wife is at home, but you can escape the house for about an hour.

It doesn’t bother me that you’re married. Hell, I’m just coming out of a shitty marriage, I don’t want to walk back into another. For me, quick sex is all I need. No real emotion or attachments. Just fucking. Sometimes, that’s better than that mushy shit they talk about on Dr. Phil.

We agree to meet at a ‘no tell motel’ in the city. One of those dirty little places, where no one questions the fact that you’re only going to be checking in for an hour. A motel just seedy enough to give our fuck session a dirty ambiance.

You’re already in the hotel parking lot when I get there. You step out of your car as I pull into the empty parking space beside you. As I get out of my little SUV, I hike up my already short skirt, to show you that I’m not wearing any panties.

Your face turns slightly red, and you tell me to wait outside while you go and check in. I give you my half of the hotel fee. No credit cards for us. Don’t want your wifey knowing where you spend your money.

A few men walk by and eye me. I’m wearing a short, black, skirt, a thin white button down shirt, a black bra underneath that, and of course no panties. Because it’s so hot here in Phoenix, my shirt is clinging pendik escort to my 36 d breasts, and making the shirt transparent. Needless to say, my petite 5’1″, 105 lb frame is very visible in this outfit.

It feels like you’re taking forever to check us in. But, eventually you come out, with the room key in your hand. You usher me to our room, and I can feel my excitement building. God, I need you so bad.

Our bootie calls are kind of funny. We’re sort of business like at first. We walk into the room, and I close the blinds. You walk over to the table and empty out your pockets.

It seems like you’re naked in the blink of an eye. You sprawl out on the bed, on your back. Waiting for me to come to you. ‘Not so fast, I say. You’re gonna undress me.’

You sit up on the edge of the bed and I walk over to you. You slowly, teasingly, unbutton my shirt, revealing my black, lacy bra. My skin feels like it’s on fire every time your fingers come in contact with it. I’m too anxious to let you take off my skirt, so I pull it off as fast as I can. While I do that, you remove my bra.

You ask me if I’m ready…..God, I couldn’t be more ready! Your huge 10 inch cock is already hard. I can see the glimmer of a little pre-cum oozing out of the head. My first instinct is to go over and lick it off.

You lay back on the bed, and say, ‘I know you wanna suck my cock, don’t you? Come here, and suck my cock. I do as I’m told. Taking your cock in one hand, I use my mouth to devour it. Going down all the way to the base of your cock.

I can feel your cock throbbing in my mouth as I suck hard and fast. You reach down and start escort pendik grabbing and smacking my firm little ass. Damn I love how you handle me.

I can feel your pre-cum oozing down my throat. Mmmm, so warm and salty. I tighten my mouth’s grip on your cock. Trying to milk more out of you.

You grab my hair and start pushing my face onto your cock, harder and faster. We’re moving at lightening speed. Just then, you tell me you’re about to cum. You pull my head back, pulling me about halfway off your cock. You tell me that you want to look in my eyes as you cum in my mouth. My face is a mask of utter desire as you shoot your white hot load into my awaiting mouth. A little dribbles down my chin, which you pick up with your finger and tell me to lick it off.

After you cum, you tell me to lay down. That it’s my turn. My God, I’m so horny, I feel like my heart is going to explode.

You spread my legs out, as far as they will go. Then you attack my pussy w/ your mouth. You start chewing and biting on my clit, which is already swollen and hard. Your face is being completely covered by my juices. I thrust my pussy into your face as I feel my first orgasm coming on.

My pussy starts twitching, my hips are thrusting like crazy. My whole body begins to convulse. The more I cum, the harder you suck out my juices. Pussy juice is now pouring all down your chin.

After my orgasm subsides, you tell me that you’re hard again. I tell you to lay down on your back. That I want to ride you…

I don’t grab your cock easily, nor do I slowly insert it in me. I slam my pussy down on top of your cock and begin fucking you as hard pendik escort bayan as I can. Tightening and flexing my pussy around your massive fuck tool.

I arch my back, giving you access to my tits. To my beautiful, red, erect nipples. You start pinching and tweaking them. God, Baby, that feels soooo good! You pull me closer to you, then you push my tits together and suck them both at the same time. I feel like I’m going insane from the intense pleasure you’re giving me.

You reach down, and begin playing with my clit with one hand. While you smack my ass with your other hand. Mmmm, I love it when you spank me. I feel my second orgasm coming on. It’s even more intense than the first.

The fact that you’re doing so many things to me at once is making my head want to explode. The pleasure is beyond reason or intelligent thought. I can’t see or think of anything right now. All I can feel is your huge cock slamming in and out of me. Stretching out my tight, shaved pussy. Causing an ocean of juice to escape my twat.

You grab my ass and tell me that I am to wait for this orgasm, that you want to cum the same time I do. You begin reaming my pussy so hard, that I nearly fall over. You’re so deep in me, it feels like you’re cock is in my stomach.

Just then, you grab my hips and tell me that you’re about to cum. You hold me steady on your cock and push it into me as far as it’ll go. I can feel your hot cum shooting deep up inside of me. After we finish cumming, you pull me down on top of you, and we kiss and cuddle for a little while.

Eventually we pry ourselves away from each other. We take turns taking a shower. It’s funny how modest we become after having sex. Kind of ironic. Just as we’re about to leave, you get a call from your wife. She must have asked you where you’d been. You’re response was that you stopped in for a bite to eat.

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Sailing with Mixed Emotions Ch. 02

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First, I’m sorry about the long delay with the continuance of the story. My job took me in the middle of nowhere and communications were almost non-existent. (Even the pigeons got lost trying to finding it.)In fact, you can’t even get there from here, let alone get back from there.

So please accept my apologies and enjoy.

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Small feminine fingers found their way under my baggy trunks and tenderly held my right nut and began a very slow and deliberate massage before moving ever so slow toward my sexual center and encompassing the base of my cock.

“Dagg girl!” I exhaled under my breath as a very naughty smile began to appear on her face.

“Tell me you want me to stop,” Karen giggled. “Just think Danny,” she whispered in a teasing sing song manner, loud enough for her sister and mom to hear. “I’m gonna give you a very special gift.”

That did it! My macho male, self controlled ego was just shattered by my state of embarrassment showing like a billion watt red neon sign while my mind traveled in and out of reality or fantasy lust.

Just as I got my mind back, she slowly begins a slow full stroke on my very rigid cock, almost on the verge of blowing its top before it was even touched, making matters worse, the nearness of Kate and Kathy not aware of what my little sex pot wife was doing.

“Karen,” was all I could muster out of my lips as her slick sun screen lubricated hand jerked a few times on my swollen fuck tool before my load released itself onto her hand and coating the inside of my trunks.

Just as fast as I came, her hand was out of my trunks and I watch her without any shame lick my thick white love goo off her hand, making sure her mom and sister couldn’t see her do it.

“Was that it? ” I asked somewhat out of breath.

“No silly, just the teaser.” Winking at me.

Now she did it. My mind and body went on full alert wanting to know what the surprise was at the same time thinking about how lucky I was wearing multi-colored trunks that let the huge cum stain to become well camouflaged while Kathy moved aft toward us not reacting to my wife’s sexual shenanigans.

“What are you two up to?” Her sister asked with a mischievous grin.

Stopping right in front of us with her legs slightly apart, my eyes focused at the junction of her smooth firm tan legs and the very pronounced bumps that formed in her thong’s thin blue material. My eyes making out a perfectly shaped camel toe.

Kathy teased, “I’m up here.” Knowing what I was looking at she teased a little more. “Kinda looks like Karen’s don’t it?”

Well there goes the bursa escort embarrassment light again and I just nodded yes as both girls laughed and went aft to help their mom with some of the rigging. Karen turned and told me, “I’ll tell ya about the surprise tonight.”

The rest of the day was a little more restful for me, however there was still a heighten degree of sexual overtones from the girls b everything they did. Bending over in very un-lady like fashions to do simple task, letting me see three matched sets of camel toes without any thought of hiding them. They had to know their thongs seem to disappear into the secret valley they each had, giving me totally unobstructed views of their fantastic looking firm butt cheeks. Oh what a day.

Time stands still for no one and the day was over before we knew it. Kate was busy dropping the sea anchor while I helped my wife and Kathy drop the sails in preparation for the night. Mixed Emotions slid to a complete stop and the deck began to roll from side to side between the gentle swells, the rocking action becoming almost hypnotic in nature.

Something about a peaceful sunset on the water, great food, fabulous hot female bodies in skimpy swimwear and a great wine that can turn on the romantic button in everyone. I was no different nor was my wife as we enjoyed each others company, her smooth soft body molding to mine while my left arm pulled her even closer on the forward deck after dinner. Cuddling together, occasionally toying with her nipple while lapping water on the hull sent our tired but highly aroused bodies into La La land before she told me about my special gift.

In my sleep my dreams were very erotic in nature, the kind of dreams that included every female in Karen’s family. The feelings seem so real that I could even feel lips around my cock trying to suck every ounce of my sex juice from my ball sac. Then I awoke when I felt a finger tracing around my ass hole to see my cock deep into throat of my wife.

Karen looked up and winked before removing her sweet mouth pussy from my hard on. “Hush,” she whispered, “listen.”

I could hear definite moans coming from the aft cabin while Karen resumed her place on my cock. Two little bobs up and down and then her nose was pressed tight into my pubic hair. Karen is a cum junkie, ever since our early days dating she never went home without a “cum-cock-tail” to satisfy her hunger.

“Oh Shit Kathy Yessssssssss!” came a very emotional cry from her mom, “I’m cummmming again baby, Oh SHIT, YESSSSSS!”

Then there was silence just as I felt my balls boil and release my joy juice bursa escort bayan deep into Karen’s throat.

Karen smiled as she sat up with a little white string of my love juice going from my cock’s cum slit to her mouth before she sucked it up like a string of spaghetti.

“Danny,” again in that silly little teasing but very quiet sing song voice of hers while looking me squarely in the eyes, stopping only to suck the last drop of cum off her pinky finger. “My special gift is,” pausing to make sure she could see my reaction, “You can make love to me anytime you want.” pausing what seemed like hours, but in reality, it was only a few seconds, she continued, “And that includes my mom and sister.”

The bomb was dropped! It was a sex bomb with all kinds of sexual shrapnel hitting every nerve in my body.

“What about them?” I asked with a little more boldness in my voice, after hearing the taboo sex act between mother and daughter.

Karen just smiled, acting like a little girl, she answered. “Oh, I don’t think they would mind. It was my idea.”

“Yours?”

“Sure. Why not,” she teased.

“Do. Do they know?”

“Of course silly,” Karen answered boldly. “Mom and Kathy have both teased me ever since we dated to let me let you fuck them. Now I want them to know what I get to enjoy with you. ”

My face told her what she wanted to know. However, for a moment, I forgot about the two lovers in the aft cabin. Karen still had a little bit of cum on her chin and hand as I turned to reach for her. My eyes accustomed to the moon light saw two figures beside us. I could tell they were both naked as the day they were born.

No sooner did Karen let the words out of her mouth Kate moved toward her daughter and saw a missed drop of cum on the corner of her right hand. Reaching for Karen’s hand, she pulled it to her lips and very seductively licked it off her baby girl’s hand. Kate turned toward me, bending over with her face only inches from mine. “So Danny, any problems with fucking your mother-in-law,” pausing with a cute little lustful smirk on her face, “or your sister-in-law?”

I answered her by pulling her naked body to mine and kissed her full and hard on the mouth letting my tongue part her lips, tasting the very familiar taste of a pussy with a hint of my own cum. Knowing what I just heard it excited me even more that it was her sisters cunt juices I was tasting in her mothers mouth mixed with her moms wet kiss.

“Go on Kathy. Do it!” my wife prodding her sister on.” I’ll aim it for ya,” giggling like a high school girl.

My face full of escort bursa her mother, somewhat occupied, I didn’t see Kathy straddle my waist. I felt a hand grab my cock and hold it straight up until I felt my mushroomed cock head part a very wet set of pussy lips.

“Oh Fuck Sis! He feels so fucking good,” Kathy hissed as she slid without any hesitation, straight down my shaft until she bottomed out and just held it there. After a few seconds she slowly began to rise and fall in a very methodical controlled fucking speed. My senses were at an all time high as the deck was filled with all kinds of lust related moans.

“Kathy, you like how smooth he feels stuffing your cunt?” Karen asked.

“Oh baby sister YESSSSSSSSS!”

“Save some for me,” Kate asked as she pulled away from me to watch her oldest fuck my very rigid pole.

“Don’t worry mom,” Karen teased, “After I give him a good head. He’s good for hours,” She bragged.

I watched my lust filled mother-in-law move toward her baby girl and within seconds her face was buried into Karen’s soaking cunt while my very over sexed wife let out a squeal of pure bliss. Kathy leaned forward her lips reaching mine as her tight vaginal walls pulsed with each controlled stroke of her fucking action. Again I tasted a different pussy on a different set of lips and oh my, did I ever like it while my hands found Kathy’s firm breast and I began to roll her rock hard nipples in my fingers sending shock waves of pleasure throughout her body.

“Oh! My! Fucking! Yesssssssssss!” Kathy screamed in my face as her body shook totally out of control, her legs jerking as I could feel her love canal tighten around my fuck stick just like Karen’s does. However, it was different. Her orgasm was harder with more spastic body tremors. I liked it and something else. My cock and balls were soaking wet.

Karen looked over at me with a lost lustful look on her face as she said, “Kathy has a pussy squirt gun.” Pausing only to gasp as her mom locked onto her clit, “just like grandma.”

I smiled at her while making eye contact, seeing absolute pleasure all over her face as it hit me. “Your Grandma?” I asked.

Kathy laughed as her body began to relax and I rolled her over and on top of her without my cock even leaving the warm wet glove it was in.

“Did we shock you lover boy?” Kathy teased.

“Not anymore,” I grinned.

Then the night air was filled with another orgasmic release as my loving wife came all over her mothers face. A sound of pleasure I’ve heard a million times from her. Then I watched her change positions and return the favor to her mother. Kate leaned back on a few cushions so she could watch me plow into her oldest child’s sex hole.

“You know girls,” grinning, Kate went on,” my mother is gonna love our new family relationship.”

To be continued…

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Safe Sex Starts at Home

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Carol Olson was by all accounts the perfect mom. She made a decent living as a dental hygienist, maintained a clean and comfortable home for her son, and prided herself on always doing the right thing. During the spring and summer of 2009 the “right thing” suddenly became more complicated.

“Mom, I have something from the school that you’re going to want to read,” David said as he returned from school one day. Carol looked up from her book at her eighteen year-old son and could tell it was serious. He handed her the paper and her heart fell. It announced that six students at David’s school had tested positive for HIV and all kids were strongly encouraged to get tested.

“Oh my god,” Carol said as the news sunk in. “David, please tell me that you have not been having sex.” David looked down, confirming her worst fear. “Well at least tell me that you’ve used protection.” No answer from David and Carol’s heart sank. “David!”

“I’m sorry mom, I’ve tried using condoms but my skin must be allergic to latex or something. Every time I put one of those things on my skin becomes sore and irritated and I lose my erection. I just can’t use them.”

Carol reached for the phone and called her ex. He was a good father who also happened to be a doctor. She explained what happened and within an hour David was tested. When the call came in the next day that everything was fine she breathed a huge sigh of relief but knew that she had to do something to prevent her son from getting into trouble. She knew all too well the power of teenage hormones and how hard it would be for him to make the right choice. She immediately went to the internet in search of a solution. She would do whatever it took to ensure her son’s safety.

The news wasn’t good about his allergy. The only condom not made from latex was not approved to prevent the spread of STDs. She continued to search for a solution. One night she came across a chat site where she found others facing the same predicament. She was shocked with one mother’s extreme measures.

Desperate times call for desperate measures, the woman wrote. She stated that she would do anything to protect her son from the deadly disease and made a private pact with him. She knew the boy would have sex, abstinence wasn’t a realistic solution, so she told him that whenever he was in need of release, she would help him. He in turn promised to refrain from any sort of sexual contact and allow her to inspect him upon returning from any parties or dates. She stated that although this was very uncomfortable at first they had gotten used to it and the boy was so excited by it she was confident he wouldn’t slip up and jeopardize losing his privileges. After awhile they were both comfortable with it and she said she actually enjoyed it. To Carol’s amazement other women confided they did the same thing and all agreed that due to the extreme nature of the situation it was the best decision available.

At first Carol found the idea preposterous. It was incest and wrong, surely there must be another way. But over the course of the next few weeks the idea festered in her head. She imagined what it would be like and how he would respond. David was a good looking boy, in great shape, and always respectful. He had an endearing smile that always warmed her heart. He looked a lot like his father when he was in high school and Carol could easily remember how excited she was when they started fooling around. Finally she made the decision bursa escort to approach him with the idea.

“David, there’s something I’d like to talk to you about,” she said one evening as he was watching TV. “It’s about this HIV situation and your inability to have safe sex.” This got David’s full attention and he turned off the TV. “Honey I’m so worried that you’re going to find yourself in a situation where you make the wrong decision. I know how it is for boy’s your age and how tempted you’ll become.”

“I know mom, I’m actually concerned too. But what can I do?”

“Well, I read something online that sounds crazy, but might be worth considering.” Carol explained the idea and was relieved that he didn’t immediately storm out of the room.

“Wow Mom, you’re right, that is crazy.” He looked at her for a long moment. “Are you serious?”

“Darling I love you and as your mother I’d do anything to ensure your safety. Even this. If I were to help you would you promise me that you will never do anything with another woman?”

“Well, I guess so, but….”

“But what?”

“Well, you said that you’d help me whenever I have the need….”

“Yes, that would be only fair honey.”

“Um, but I have the need a lot Mom.”

“How much is a lot baby?”

“Well, I usually need to get off at least two or three times a day,” he said.

“Well you’re right, that is a lot. But it’s not abnormal for a boy your age. When do you usually do it?”

“I almost always get off in the shower in the morning. And sometimes when I get home from practice. And always at bedtime.”

“Then if I were to help you at all of those times would you hold up your end of the bargain? And you could not tell a soul either, I mean it. Not even your best friend. Could you promise me that?”

David looked at her and gulped. The idea was actually starting to sink in. He suddenly looked at his mother in a different light, not as his mom, but as a woman. She had short blond hair and always wore loose clothes. He couldn’t remember the last time he had actually gotten a good look at her body. He knew she carried a few extra pounds but also that she had very large breasts. He realized that just the thought of it was beginning to excite him.

“Sure Mom, I promise,” he said.

Carol too realized this crazy idea was becoming a reality and they were on the verge of doing something unthinkable.

“OK, then we have a deal,” said Carol. “I guess you’ll just have to let me know when you’re horny.”

“Mom…” David paused, his voice hoarse.

“Yes dear?” said Carol, knowing what was coming.

“I’m horny right now.”

“Well, I guess there’s no time like the present.” Carol walked over to the couch and sat down. “Come here baby, give me a hug.” David leaned in as Carol put her arms around him. She pulled his head against her chest and felt his arms go around him. “I love you baby.”

“I love you too mom,” he said.

“Stand up honey,” said Carol. David stood up and turned to face her. Carol scooted up so she was sitting on the edge of the couch, right in front of him, her face at crotch level. As David looked down in disbelief his mom reached out and unfastened his belt. David could feel his rod swelling in his pants. Carol saw it, aware that his bulge was very large. She wondered if her son had inherited her ex husband’s generous package and began to get somewhat excited to find out.

When his belt was open bursa escort bayan Carol’s trembling hands grabbed his jeans and fumbled briefly with his button before finally releasing it. Her eyes were locked on the bulge which was growing even larger. She involuntarily licked her lips as David watched. Her pretty fingers found his zipper and began to pull it down. David felt the vibration in his crotch and his cock stirred, sliding up his thigh. Carol’s hand brushed against it as she lowered the zipper.

Carol grabbed his waistband and began pulling his jeans down his thighs. His underwear was pulled slightly down but caught on his growing member. Carol was somewhat surprised to discover that no pubic hair was poking out of his lowered shorts. Did he shave it completely?, she wondered.

Now his cock was a huge lump reaching almost all the way to the side of his pelvis. Carols breath was deep as she stared it, then she brushed her fingers along it’s length. It lurched in his shorts as her fingers touched the soft cotton covering the head. She then wrapped her hand around it, feeling it’s heat and hardness.

David could not believe how excited he was. He had never been so turned on in his life. Carol was also surprised to discover how her body was responding to this. She had intended it to be just a physical act she did for him, not a sex act they would both enjoy. But she could neither stop nor deny the heat that was growing between her legs.

With shaking hands she grasped the shorts and pulled them out, peeking down into his shorts, seeing his perfectly smooth and hairless pubic mound, and then the thick shaft of his cock. She could not believe how large it was. It was actually larger than her husbands. She realized that it must be at least nine inches long and nearly as thick as her wrist. As she pulled the cotton briefs fully away his entire cock stuck straight out at her face. The large purple head was inches from her eyes. She watched as it slowly grew longer and harder, arcing up toward his flat stomach. As the briefs came down she saw his smooth nut sack and felt the heat his large, egg-shaped balls produced. She realized she had never seen such a magnificent cock before. Her plan was to jerk him off but her mouth was watering. She would have loved to take him in her mouth, but that was too wrong. She had to maintain some form of boundary, didn’t she?

Carol briefly took her eyes from his growing staff and met his gaze. His eyes were moist, his lips slightly parted. Looking into his mother’s eyes at this moment caused his cock to twitch and reach higher into the air. It stuck out farther than it ever had. It was longer than her face and she had to look up to see the tip of it.

As Carol watched precum drooled out of his pisshole and hung down in a thick strand, reaching toward the floor. She reached out with one finger and touched his juice for the first time, raising her finger toward his growing cock head. And finally, at last, she touched her son’s cock. He gasped as she rubbed the thick sauce over his glans, marveling at the soft sensitive skin on the bottom of the head. Again his cock twitched, oozing more slimy juice over his head. Carol dearly wanted to touch the tip with her tongue but resisted.

She reached up with her other hand and grasped the hot shaft. She heard her son inhale sharply and felt a jolt shake her pussy. She, like he, had never been so turned on. Her panties were full over her cream. escort bursa She knew if he were to touch her pussy she would cum instantly.

She began to slowly stroke his engorged cock. Yes, it was larger than her ex’s. She remembered how deeply his had touched her, how wide it stretched her, how much it filled her mouth when she sucked on it. It had been too long since she had been with a man she suddenly realized.

Even though David had jacked off in the shower that morning he knew he could not take much more of this. He stared down as his lovely mother stroked his aching cock. She pulled it down, gazing at it lustfully, it pointed straight at her face and she began to pull on it faster.

David closed his eyes, trying to hold back, trying to savor the delicious feeling of her warm hand on his raging cock. His knees bent and his hips began to move against her hand. He was getting so close. She could sense his pending climax which turned her on even more. She knew that in a moment she would see her son’s hot sperm squirt out of his bloated cock head. There was nothing in the world she wanted more than to see his cum shoot out. She wasn’t even thinking of where it would land, just wanting to watch it spurt. She pulled on his cock faster.

David was so close that when she touched his thigh his balls constricted and he felt his orgasm start. He held back, holding it in, feeling it build. Carol sensed it too, a quiet “yessss” escaped from her full lips as her eyes studied his slit.

It seemed to Carol to happen in slow motion. She heard him groan just as his hips shot forward. His cock was inches from her face as his piss slit parted and the first bolt of hot cum sprang out toward her. It arced across the short gap between them and struck her directly in the forehead. She gasped and another bolt shot out, showering her cheek. She involuntarily aimed his shaft directly at her open mouth as the next bolt blasted forth and landed deep in her throat. She gagged, surprised, as another load shot out and coated her upper lip.

David stared down as strings of hot cum blasted out, plastering his mothers sweet face. It seemed like it would never stop. He was so turned on and her hand kept jerking him that his cum kept coming, washing over her face, then pouring out over her pumping hand until finally he squeezed his scrotum muscles and forced the last load from his pulsing balls. Carol gazed at his cum-covered cock, seemingly oblivious to the jizz running down her face and dripping off her chin in long white ropes. The image was seared in David brain. His mother looked up at him and ran her the back of her hand across her chin, not realizing her hand was covered in her son’s hot cum so it just smeared more over her face. They paused, staring at each other for a full twenty seconds, neither speaking. Finally David came to his senses and was overcome with embarrassment, ashamed that he had just coated his mother’s face with his cum, and rushed to his room.

Carol sat for a moment in disbelieve, then calmly walked to her room. She went into her bathroom and closed the door. She stared into the mirror at her wanton face, covered in cum. Her whole body was tingling with arousal. She shoved her hand down her pants and found her soaking panties. She touched her clit and immediately came while staring at her son’s cum covering her face. She had never cum so hard or long in her life. Finally she pulled off her slacks and panties and wiped his cum up with her drenched undies. She dropped them into the hamper then turned on the shower. She realized she was neither shocked nor ashamed. She knew that she had just done the right thing for her son and was excited for their new relationship.

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Sabrina and Her Brother Ch. 05

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Wednesday morning came, and I wasn’t sure at all what to expect. Would there be someone waiting for me at Mom and Dad’s house, when I went to walk Buddy and water the plants? Did I even want someone waiting for me? Or was I done with the whole incestuous adulterous affair scenario? The sex was so incredibly erotic and satisfying… yet I was really struggling to reconcile that with myself. After much internal debate, I put on a short skirt and thong, just in case, but there was nobody waiting for me when I got there, and nobody showed up when I was doing the chores. Even Melissa had to leave as soon as I got home. Part of me was happy that my body wasn’t in demand, but I had to be honest with myself and realize that another part of me was disappointed that nothing erotic had happened. It made me realize just how far I had come in such a short time – from being a wife dedicated only to my husband, to falling into a series of torrid affairs with both of my brothers, my sister-in-law, and my child’s babysitter. That thought itself was both saddening and highly erotic.

At 3 pm the phone rang, and it was Denise. She said that she had been planning on meeting up with me earlier, but hadn’t been able to get away and thus wasn’t able to spend some time with me. She asked if she and Jeff could come over that evening. I wasn’t sure what to say, and asked who would be looking after their kids, if they came over. She told me that Doug had volunteered to watch them so that both she and Jeff could come over. I finally agreed to them coming over after 8pm, so that I would have Brayden asleep for the night and would be done talking to Greg on the phone.

As it turned out, they showed up right at 8pm, and Greg hadn’t called yet. They could tell I was a little tense and had brought over a couple bottles of wine to help me relax and unwind. We talked about my situation, and they fully understood that when Greg got home on Friday that I would be unable to continue my sexual relationship with them, as well as with Doug. I just had to draw the line, if only for my own mental health.

Once we had talked about that, the air seemed to clear (and the wine was having its effect), and I became much more amenable to being intimate with them. Denise and I began to kiss on the couch, while Jeff looked on in envy. Amidst our passionate kissing we managed to strip each other down to bare skin and were getting each other extremely aroused by stroking each others clits as we kissed non-stop. Jeff was also naked and was slowly stroking his cock as he sat across from us, eagerly watching the show.

The phone rang, and I reached over and picked up it up off the side table. It was Greg, and he wanted to once again tell me about his late nights with Stacy finishing up their project. Even as I sat their naked on the couch next to Denise, holding the phone with my fingers that were slick with the wetness of her pussy, I couldn’t help but jealously imagine what their late night project had been. As I talked to Greg, I watched Jeff move over and begin eating Denise out. I made the quiet sign to both of them as I listened to Greg go on and on. Jeff stopped eating Denise and began to slowly fuck her, right there on the couch next to me. It was hard to focus on my conversation with Greg, and Jeff could tell I was struggling. Instead of helping me out and stopping, though, he pulled out of Denise, stood in front of me with a big grin on his face, and indicated to me to suck his cock. I gave him an incredulous look and shook my head to say no, but he leaned forward and thrust his cock into my face. I couldn’t resist and moved the mouthpiece of the phone away, opening my mouth to take his cock in.

It was coated with Denise’s thick wetness and it tasted wonderful. I didn’t want to admit just how erotic it was to be sucking him while listening to Greg. And to make things worse, Denise got between my legs and began to eat me, even as I sucked Jeff. I tried to stop it, but soon enough an overpowering wave of pleasure surged through me, and I groaned out loudly. Greg asked if I was ok, and I leaned forward, taking Jeff’s cock out of my mouth and closing my legs to Denise so that I could talk. I thought fast and told him I had stubbed my toe on the couch.

He continued on and began talking about how excited he was to see us when he got back on Friday afternoon. Denise had gotten back up on the couch next to me, on her hands and knees, and Jeff began slowly pumping her from behind. He pulled out of her and scooted over to me, trying to get between my legs. I tried to resist him, but he was too persistent. He grabbed my hips, pulled me up to the edge of the couch, and soon had his cock poised at my pussy lips, ready to slide in. I shook my head, but he pushed in anyway. Somehow I managed to control myself, and didn’t cry out as he split me in two, but my breathing was somewhat ragged and once again Greg asked if I was ok. Desperately trying to keep my voice calm as Jeff slowly fucked bursa escort me, I told Greg I was fine. We talked for a few more minutes, and then ended the phone conversation. I couldn’t help but feel like a complete whore as I told Greg I loved and missed him, even as Jeff’s cock slid in and out of me.

I hung up the phone and laid my head back on the couch. I said, “You are so bad, Jeff. I can’t believe I just talked with my husband while getting fucked.”

“Come on… it’s kind of kinky, isn’t it?”

“I guess so, but…”

Denise interjected and said, “Why don’t we go back to the bedroom? I’ve only got about another thirty minutes before I need to get home, so Doug can get back to his place.”

Jeff pulled out of me, and we walked back to the master bedroom and closed the door. Jeff got on the bed, and had me sit on his face while Denise rode his cock. We kissed as we both rode Jeff, and I couldn’t help but steal glances in the mirrors on the closet doors, watching both my body and Denise’s body as we received pleasure from Jeff. It was highly intoxicating and helped to push away the last pangs of guilt over my phone conversation with Greg, particularly as I watched Denise arch back and have a long, drawn-out orgasm while riding Jeff. She slid off of him after it was over, and I got off of Jeff’s face and rode him for a few more minutes, before we changed positions.

Jeff had us lay down on our backs on the bed next to each other, so that we could continue to kiss while he fucked us both. He alternated between the two of us, and it must have been highly kinky for him because soon he was coming deep inside Denise. At this point I was highly aroused and found myself very disappointed that he hadn’t come in me. I eagerly got between her legs and began to lap up the huge globs of come that steadily flowed out of her pussy after Jeff pulled out. Although he was spent, he got behind me and began eating me out. The sensation of sucking his come out of Denise, combined with the pleasure his tongue was giving my clit, was enough to make my head swim and soon my body was writhing as my orgasm washed over me.

Denise got up to get dressed and head back home, while Jeff came up and laid next to me, kissing me deeply and slowly. Denise came back into the bedroom fully clothed and watched Jeff and I kiss for a few minutes, before coming over to give us each of us a long, passionate kiss of her own. With a mischievous smile, she said, “You two have fun… I’m going home to fuck Doug… see you tomorrow morning!”

We kissed for a few more minutes, and then Jeff asked what I wanted to do. I told him I wanted to have a bath and some wine, and so he went to go get a bottle of white wine while I got the bath ready. I put in some lavender bath salts and got the water very hot, and sank down in. Jeff came back with the wine and glasses, and got in. He leaned back and I got between his legs, laying my back up against his chest, letting the hot water embrace us. We sat in silence for a while, drinking our wine, relishing the soak in the hot water. Jeff’s free hand was slowly caressing my body, and it was having a wonderful affect on me. It was also affecting him, because I felt his cock begin to slowly grow as it pressed into my back.

After a long while, the water began to cool off and it was time to pull the plug. We finished up our wine as the water drained, and then I reached forward and picked up the bottle of olive oil that I used to moisturize my skin with from time to time. It had been floating in the hot water with us and the oil was still very hot. I began to spread it on my arms and chest. I handed it back to him, and he began to rub it into my back and shoulders and neck. It felt wonderful and got me thoroughly aroused. He told me he needed to get my ass and legs next, and had me get up on my knees. I did, and felt him slowly spread the oil over my ass cheeks and thighs. He leaned forward and spread the oil on the front of my thighs, and then on my inner thighs. I let out a gasp as his oil-covered hands made contact with my clit, and he quickly realized how wet I was.

In the process of putting oil on me, he had also spread oil all over his chest, legs, and fully erect cock. He leaned back and pulled me on top of him. I laid my back onto his chest and positioned my hips above his cock, spreading my legs so that his legs were between me. After a little bit more repositioning, his cock was once again sinking into my pussy, and the wine, hot bath, and hot oil combined to make for extremely erotic sex. I slowly rode his cock for what seemed like hours. His hands continued to massage the oil into my chest as he played non-stop with my nipples. It was too much and I began to have a very powerful orgasm, softly crying out over and over again as he filled me with his cock.

He let me rest a few minutes, but then began to pump me slowly again. After another minute or so, he whispered in my ear that it was time he was inside my bursa escort bayan ass again. I wasn’t sure at first but he slowly convinced me until I was nodding my head in agreement. He pulled his massively hard cock out of my pussy and we repositioned so that his cock was pushing up against my asshole. He took a palm full of oil and spread it around my ass, and then pushed into me.

I gasped and moaned as I slid down onto his shaft. It wasn’t painful but it was somewhat uncomfortable, and took a while to get used to. After some more oil and some adjustment time, I began to ride his cock as I had before, only this time with it filling my ass instead of my pussy. Once again his hands were playing with my breasts and nipples, and I felt another orgasm, more powerful than the last one, begin to wrack my body with waves of pleasure. I didn’t hold back and cried out loudly as I reached climax, and was surprised to feel a powerful gush of juices out of my pussy as he fucked my ass hard and deep. He felt it too, and lost control as his orgasm hit, his breathing ragged as he moaned over and over again, his cock pumping his huge load of come deep inside my ass.

We lay there, still joined together, savoring the orgasms that were leaving both of our bodies. Eventually his cock softened, and I got up off of him and felt a thick dribble of come hit my thigh as his cock slid out of my ass. I could tell that there was quite a bit of come inside my ass and did my best to keep it there. We both took a shower and got cleaned up, and then got into bed.

We lay there together, kissing and talking off and on, and then he asked if I was ready for more. I said of course, and he had me reposition myself so that we could 69 while lying on our sides. I began sucking his limp cock, and it immediately began to spring to life. He was licking my pussy slowly, and I was surprised that I had any arousal left in me. His cell phone, which he had placed on Greg’s bedside table, went off, and he reached over and answered it. I kept sucking him but also listened in.

It was Denise, who was calling to see what was going on. Jeff told her in detail about our bathtub fun, and I could tell she was sorry she had missed out. Then Jeff told her what we were doing now, and asked what she and Doug had been doing. They had already fucked once in their bed, and she was riding his cock again, this time on the couch, before Doug left. Jeff made some dirty talk with her for a little while, which only served to get me aroused again, and then he hung up.

Jeff’s attention returned to my pussy, and he found it much wetter than before. He ate me for a little while, and then when he was fully hard he had me lay on my back. We began to kiss again, passionately, and he asked if he could make love to me, one more time. I knew this was going to be our last night together, and so I wanted to make it special for him. As he got on top of me and slid his cock into me, I began to softly talk to him. I told him I wanted him to make passionate love to me, to fill me with his cock and with his come. I told him that I wasn’t on birth control and that I was ovulating (both of which were true), and that I wanted him to come inside me as deep as possible. I told him that I wanted him to get me pregnant – even though we both knew that was impossible, since he had had a vasectomy. Despite that, all of the talk got us both extremely aroused, and we began to passionately make love like never before.

For what seemed like an eternity, he steadily pumped my pussy full of his cock. Several times we rolled over so that I was on top, so that I could slowly ride him as we kissed and as he sucked deeply on my breasts. The last time we did this I arched back and had a slow, erotic orgasm as I rode him. We rolled back over and his pace quickened, and soon he was coming inside me, his hips thrusting as deeply as possible as his cock once again exploded inside of me, filling me fully. As he came he confessed his love for me over and over again.

We reluctantly broke apart and drifted off to sleep. About 3am Brayden got me up, and I went in to comfort him, my thighs becoming wet as the last vestiges of Jeff’s come dripped out of me as I rocked him to sleep. I crawled back into bed with Jeff and curled up against him until the alarm went off at 6am. I got up and took a shower, and then tried to wake Jeff up with a hot cup of coffee. He wasn’t stirring, so I decided to wake him up by sucking his cock. That did the trick, and soon he was moaning and slowly moving. He took a quick shower, and then got dressed. I got Brayden fed and settled into a TV show while I made breakfast for us both. Jeff came out to the kitchen and we ate and finished off the coffee. As he was standing there, he couldn’t stop looking at me from head to toe.

“You are just so beautiful, Sabrina. So amazingly beautiful.”

I laughed, and said, “Are you kidding? I haven’t done my hair or my makeup.”

“You don’t need that escort bursa stuff. You’re so naturally beautiful. I just love the way you dress, love the way your body fits into the skirts that you wear.”

“You may love that, but what you really want is what’s underneath.”

“Mmm… so true… and what is underneath, anyway?”

I smiled at him, and then turned my back to him, lifted up my skirt, and showed him the lavender thong from before.

He let out a long gasp and said, “Oh wow… that is so incredibly hot.”

Without thinking about it, he moved across and kneeled behind me. I put my elbows on the counter and spread my legs apart, so that he could admire my ass and the thong. I wanted to give him one more erotic quickie. Sure enough, he moved up behind me, his hands under my skirt, caressing my ass and pussy through the thong. It was enough to get me wet, and I could tell he was hard. I felt him unzip his fly and pull his cock out, and I arched my back and lowered my head in expectation of his cock. He pulled the thong aside and began to slowly push his cock into me, one last time. Soon he was pumping me deep and fast, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before he was coming. With a gasp and a soft cry, he came inside me, his thick come filling me for the last time. I felt strong pangs of regret as that thought went through my head.

He pulled out and slid the thong back in over my pussy. I turned around and squatted down so I could suck his cock clean, something which I knew he loved for me to do to him. It slowly grew limp as I sucked his come and my pussy juices off of it, and then I put it back into his slacks and zipped him up.

I told him I was going to go change my underwear quickly, and then we could head over to his place before I went and did my chores over at Mom and Dad’s house. I was back in the master bedroom when the realization that Melissa was coming over at any moment hit me. Before I could even react, the doorbell rang, and I heard Jeff open the door and let Melissa in. Wave after wave of panic ran through me as I quickly slid off the come-filled thong and tossed it onto the floor of the bathroom, all the while hearing Melissa and Jeff making small talk. Globs of come dripped onto the bedroom floor and my thigh as I pulled out a pair of panties and slid them on, smearing the come on my thigh all over the place. With my stomach in knots and a lump in my throat, I walked out to the living room and found them talking while Melissa played with Brayden.

“Hi, Melissa.”

She stood up and walked over to me, and said, “Hi, Mrs. Woods! I didn’t know you had such a cute brother!”

I blushed deeply, and said, “Oh, thanks… yes, Jeff likes to think he’s cute.”

Jeff laughed, and said, “I do, I do… at least, that’s what all the ladies tell me.”

I rolled my eyes, and said, “I’ll be back in a couple of hours, if that’s ok.”

“Sure, no problem, I’ve got some fun things planned with Brayden.”

We said goodbye, and then got into the car. I didn’t know what to feel. I was completely embarrassed and was absolutely sure that Melissa would put the pieces together and figure out that Jeff was my lover. Jeff could tell I was worried, and said, “Why are you so uptight, Sabrina?”

“No reason… I just… hopefully she doesn’t suspect anything.”

“Who, your babysitter? What’s her name again?”

“Melissa. What am I supposed to tell her if she asks why my brother was over at my house so early?”

“What’s the big deal? Just tell her I needed a place to stay, or something.”

“Somehow I don’t think she’s going to buy that.”

“It’s not like she caught us fucking or anything, you know.”

“I know, I know.” How could I explain to Jeff my relationship with Melissa? That she knew I had been seeing a lover all week? That she had tasted his come on and in my body?

And then I remembered the thong. I had left it on the floor of the bathroom, full of come, and there was come all over the floor of my bedroom in front of my dresser. Surely she would find that. And then she would know. A wave of fear and panic hit me like a blast of cold Arctic wind. We drove on in silence, and it must have been driving Jeff crazy, because he tried to make some small talk. I was too caught up in my worry and fear to respond.

We arrived at Jeff’s house, and I pulled into the driveway. He looked at me and said, “Aren’t you going to come in?”

“No, I need to get to Mom and Dad’s house to walk Buddy and water the plants.”

“Come on… please come in? Denise took the kids to the grocery store; they won’t be back for a while.”

It dawned on me that he knew his house would be empty, and thus wanted me to go inside for some more fun. Even as a wave of erotic electricity shot through my thighs, I recoiled, and said, “Are you asking me what I think you’re asking me?”

He looked at me expectantly and smiled.

“Are you serious?” I said. “Didn’t you get enough last night? I mean, we have to stop, Jeff. Part of me doesn’t want to, but we both know it’s the right thing to do.”

“I know, I know… I just… don’t want it to stop. Not yet. And besides… we haven’t done it in our bed before.”

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Plot teaser: Jake shot Steven a look as Ryan left the room, and he leaned over to talk to him, too quietly for Ryan to overhear. “Serious, man… without knowing it was her, he’d so tap that,” he speculated, cockily.

*The following is a description of characters. I tried to edit in the descriptions to the story, but if you’d like to read them anyway, here they are. Otherwise, feel free to skip the note and continue to the story.

Meet Ryan Formatto, age 20. He’s just completed his freshman year of college and is coming home for the summer. His school is in a warmer climate, so he’s tanned a bit earlier than anyone else. His skin of southern Italian descent starts off a little more olive colored than most, but it’s been enhanced already by the California sun. Back home, the people are just starting to shed their winter and spring skins for a nice coat of summer. He has dark hair that borders between wavy and curly and his eyes are a light coffee color, hazel in certain lights. He’s a relatively light hearted person, though he’s quick to become emotional when defending those he loves or is close to. He is of average height and build, but has shed few pounds on his meager college diet.

Hayley Formatto – similar skin, though paler (naturally) with very dark naturally wavy hair that falls to mid-back. Eyes are green, taking after their father. Just under two years younger than her brother (18), she’s entering her senior year of high school after this summer. She’s been relatively sheltered as the only daughter and youngest child of the family. She’s dated and had sex, but it was vanilla and done more for the sake of doing it than because of some strong passion. She’s well-liked, but regarded at school as quiet and well-behaved (nothing exciting). She tends to fade into the background, despite her stunning facial structure and excellent figure (a relatively new development in the last year or so). At home, though, she’s louder and more spontaneous. She has a friendly rivalry with her brother, but they tend to laugh about it, especially since he moved away. She’s petite, but her figure is well-proportioned to her height, making a smooth hourglass with barely a pooch above her bikini bottoms.

Steven (a tall, leanly muscled – blonde hair and blue eyes) and Jake (shorter and a little rounder, but more stocky than anything else; broad shouldered with brown hair and eyes).*

Ryan and Hayley

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It was a relatively quiet Sunday around the Formatto household. The parents of the family were taking their yearly long weekend off for Memorial Day and would be gone until late Monday night. At about 11:30, Ryan awoke half-hungover from a night of fun with his friends, Steven and Jake. The three were close as could be in high school, but lost touch a bit during that first year away. Friday and Saturday night had been about catching up socially; today they would catch up more personally, with a baseball watching session at Ryan’s house.

Ryan moseyed slowly down to the kitchen, yawning on the way, stretching a bit, his long, tan, olive-toned arms nearly brushing the ceiling. The cold kitchen tiles sent a bit of a shiver up his toes, through his sole, to his heel, up his calf, to his hip, and finally up through his chest and head. He shook in place for a second, scratching a hand through his mess of black bed head, then tried to adjust his “morning wood” so it was out of view of his sister, in case she was around. He kind of hoped she was, because he hadn’t much of a chance to catch up with her, either.

“Morning,” Hayley called over her shoulder into the kitchen. She was sitting – or rather lounging – on the couch in the family room, watching reruns of America’s Next Top Model, clad in a cami, pj shorts, and her favorite bunny slippers, the same black hair as her brother tumbling down her back. She didn’t look into the kitchen, but turned her head slightly to speak to Ryan. “You were out late last night,” The smugness was evident in her tone, though it was more playful than anything, “How’s the hangover?”

“Oh, it’s just wonderful!” Ryan replied with all the sarcastic cheer he could muster. “It’s fun for the whole family,” he added, the pep stopping after the “for”, deflating the statement. He poured himself a glass of orange juice and sat down with Hayley on the couch, shifting her legs out of the way to sit and then replacing them on his lap. “Still got those slippers, huh?” He looked to the silly-looking slippers with the fangs sticking out of the dulling red mouths, “I didn’t think they’d survive my first year!”

Hayley gave him an incredulous look, “Are you kidding? The great killer bunny slippers? Never gonna let these go.” To emphasize, she kicked her feet around a bit, jostling him, but not enough to spill his drink. “What about Steven and Jake? Not dead from alcohol poisoning, I hope.” Now she was just making conversation – attempting to politely kill time until she went out to a matinee movie with her friends.

“Hey, watch the OJ!” he warned, playfully smacking her ankles, his coffee-colored bursa escort eyes dancing, “If you get out of line with these things, I’ll just tie ’em up!” he added, chuckling. He rolled his eyes at the mention of his friends. “Yeah, they’re alive. Barely. They’re coming over to watch the game at twelve, so they should be here soon. What are you up to today?”

Hayley glanced at the clock, and stretched slightly, her petite frame making none of the threats her brother’s arms made to the ceiling, tucking her cami up under her breasts in place of a bra as she stood up. “Actually, I’m catching a movie at 12:30, so I have to go take a shower.” She turned to go to the staircase and paused, turning back, her green eyes narrowed though she still smiled, “You left me some hot water, right?” She accused, jokingly.

Ryan held his thumb and forefinger about an inch apart and squinted at the space between them. “About that much, Hayl,” he informed her before she climbed the stairs. Just a few minutes later, once the water was on, Steven and Jake arrived in just as good (or bad) a condition as Ryan. They groaned hellos and sat down, Steven – tall, with lean swimmer’s muscle and typical all-American blonde hair and blue eyes – sitting next to Ryan on the couch, and Jake – thicker, more solidly built with broad shoulders and dark hair and eyes – sprawled over the arms and cushion of the love seat next to it. They shot the shit for a few minutes, discussing nothing of major import.

“How’s the family?” Steven asked out of obligation, not interest.

“Fine as always, I guess,” Ryan shrugged, indifferent.

“What about Hayley? She around?” Jake chimed in, politely.

“Yeah, she’s upstairs in the shower, then she’s heading out so we’ll have the house to ourselves for the whole game.”

Hayley rushed through her shower, and as soon as she was out was blow drying her hair back into its usual loose waves. She put on her regular makeup – she didn’t used to wear any, but lately she found a little dark eyeliner, gold shadow, and mascara could go a long way – and, wrapped in a towel, hopped over to her room to change. She was excited to go out with her friends – they’d just gone shopping for summer clothes, and they were going to show them off by hanging around the square after the movie.

She slipped on the black demicup she’d just purchased, admiring the way it enhanced her pleasantly sizable cleavage, and then let the soft fabric of the loose bronze tank slide over her. She’d taken to the common summer trend of other girls at her school: treating their bras as bikinis that could show a bit under a loose top. She wriggled to fit into her minishorts, nearly hidden under her tank while she stood. Finally she slipped on her gold gladiators and grabbed her old leather satchel, glancing at herself in the mirror. She smiled, feeling a swell of success: she managed to look like a California model – a little bohemian, a little vintage, and with a relaxed sex appeal that was growing on her. Slipping her aqua raybans over her eyes, she nearly skipped downstairs, popping into the living room briefly. “I’m going out,” she informed Ryan, pausing to endure the inevitable interrogation.

The game had started promptly when Hayley entered the living room and spoke, so Ryan did the one thing she hated most: he held his hand up, asking her to wait, pretending he was ignoring the last thing she said until the pitch was delivered. Not breaking his gaze on the game, he asked her the particulars – where was she going, with whom, when would she be back, etc. He took notice of her clothes, realizing her style had matured a bit since he’d been gone. “You look nice,” he said, plainly but sincerely.

“Yeah, definitely,” Steve added.

Jake nodded in agreement. “Our little girl is all grown up.”

True, the two guests at the house had been like relatives to Hayley and Ryan. There was something in their eyes, though, that was a bit unsettling to Ryan. They were traveling up and down his sister’s body a little too intently for his liking, so he called their attention back to the instant replay in a divided effort: half to get their eyes off his little sister and half to increase her mild annoyance.

Annoyed at his immature behavior, Hayley rolled her eyes and stepped in front of the TV, to the perturbance of the boys, though Jake and Steve seemed to be somewhat entertained by her childish rivalry as well. In a loud, mocking voice she answered her brothers questions, adding “Don’t forget you have to replenish the liquor cabinet before mom and dad get home.” She looked at him pointedly, crossing her arms under her chest for a few moments until she was sure he got the message. Putting on a sweeter face, she turned to Jake and Steve, “And thanks,” she added, gratefully, before turning on her heel and making her way out of the house.

“Well isn’t she a bit of a brat?” Ryan observed, half playfully.

“Aw, no she’s just being a little sister,” Steven shrugged.

“Not so little anymore,” Jake’s comment was partially bursa escort bayan under his breath, but Ryan shot him a disapproving glance that Jake caught from the corner of his eye. He elected not to turn, though, and kept his head fixated on the game. After a minute of silence, Steven chimed back in.

“Yeah, that body’s not little anymore, man,” he agreed, “Better watch out before she gets the chance to break too many hearts…or get hers broken!”

Ryan put his hands to his ears, imitating “hear no evil”. He didn’t intend on getting brotherly advice from his only child friends.

“Protective, Steve?” Jake raised an eyebrow, joking. “I bet you wouldn’t mind breaking her heart, would you?” He jabbed his foot over the arm of the loveseat, kicking Steven in the arm.

“Nah, man, I’d rather break her!” Steve responded, with a ‘ha-I’ve-got-a-comeback’ attitude.

Jake laughed at him, “That has to be the worst pun I’ve ever heard,” his raucous laughter simmered down to a chuckle. “Not that I’d argue,” he added, conspiratorially, smirking.

Ryan threw his hands up in a shrug and pointed to himself. They saw him. And ignored him.

“I mean, man,” Jake kept going. “When she put her hands under her chest like that… Where did that rack come from?”

Ryan was about to speak, but Steve cut him off. “Well, no more baggy clothes for Hayley. And damn am I glad about it. Ry, I’m gonna be at your house a lot before we go back in August!”

“Guys, shut the fuck up. That’s my little sister,” he reminded them, annoyed, “Don’t talk about her that way…at least not in front of me. I mean, I’m glad for her that she’s grown into herself and all, but seriously, I don’t need to hear it!” He huffed a bit and left the room, feigning that it was just to go get a drink, but secretly fuming. He could hear them giggling like boy scouts still in the other room.

Jake shot his friend a look as Ryan left the room, and he leaned over to talk to him, too quietly for Ryan to overhear. “Serious, man… without knowing it was her, he’d so tap that,” he speculated, cockily.

“Please,” Steven scoffed, “Tap it like a keg and drink it all up,” he offered his fist for a pound, nodding like a fool.

Jake looked at him, incredulously. “…No. No, man, seriously, you are not funny.” He pushed Steven’s hand away, then paused. “Wait…. I have an idea…”

“Oh, come on!” Steve argued, “I’m at least a little bit funny! Right?”

“Absolutely not, Steve. Not even close to being remotely close. But listen I have an idea. We can-” Before Jake could finish the thought, Ryan reentered the living room, bottle of beer in hand.

“We can what?” Ryan asked, calmed down a bit.

Jake began to cover, but fumbled over the words. “We, um, uh, we can watch – watch, uh, the rest of the game, then maybe go back to my place and have some people over.”

Steven nodded in false agreement, winking over at his friend.

“Sounds good,” Ryan nodded.

Steven looked at Ryan’s beer, “Thanks for getting us one,” he observed, sarcastically.

“No problem,” Ryan replied, coldly.

“Come on, Jake – let’s go get one ourselves.” Steven rose and passed Jake, who followed him to the kitchen. “So, what’s your idea?!” Steven asked eagerly.

Jake explained, conspiratorially. One drunken Ryan plus one compliant Hayley equals – “Kapow! Incest, man. Fucking hot shit right there. He’d never live that down. Plus… yknow…” he waggled his eyebrows, but Steven didn’t seem to be getting it. “Us, you dumbass. We can fuck her.”

“But how do we get her to-“

“Simple; we cut her off on her way in – double team her so to speak-” he grinned, wolfishly, “-work a little flirtation magic, convince her to be a little adventurous with us… we’d just need a blindfold so she wouldn’t see Ryan and a gag so she couldn’t let him know once she heard him.” He made it sound so simple.

“Yes.” Steven agreed, simply. “Let’s do it when she gets back from wherever she is. We’ll get Ryan reeealll liquored up right now for the next few hours.”

Jake nodded in agreement and they went back into the living room, arms burdened with beer and booze.

“Um, I have to replace that. Go easy.”

“Don’t worry, man,” Jake clapped his friend on the shoulder.

“Yeah,” Steven continued. “We feel bad about what we said about Hayley. The drinks are on us. You have at it, okay?”

Ryan was a bit taken aback, but saw nothing terribly odd in what was being proposed, so he agreed and they began drinking. And Ryan, at least, began drinking heavily.

Two and a half hours later, Steven raised another cup to the others, “Oppa!”

Jake laughed, and raised a glass as well, sure it was the same third cup he’d yet to finish, as he refilled Ryan’s cup yet again. He looked at his friend, bemused, “Man, you are so wasted,” he chuckled, draining his cup as he heard a car pulling into the driveway. He glanced at Steven, and they shared a mischievous look, “Be right back, Ry, we have a surprise for you.” They escort bursa both stood, jogging out of the house to find Hayley climbing out of her car. She smiled at them, naively trusting.

They motioned to her to come into the house, laughing. Standing just outside the door, they enjoyed the view immensely. With each landing of her sandal clad foot, they traced her from toe to tits and back again. Her body was paler than her tanned brother, but still a tad darker than theirs: healthy looking, lively. They alternated views between her lower half and upper half. Legs. Hips. Chest. Lips. Eyes. Then back down again. Then back up again. Whether it was an alcoholic exaggeration or just the newness of her look neither Steve nor Jake could figure out, but she looked a goddess as she walked closer to them. They had to have her. They were going to have her. “Come on,” Steve encouraged, grinning, beckoning her toward the house.

“Geez, someone’s an eager beaver,” Hayley teased, a little smugly, enjoying their attention. She wasn’t used to having her brother’s friends ever pay any attention to her, and the fact that she was getting it while Ryan wasn’t only inflated her ego. “Where to?” She asked.

They steered her away from the living room. Ryan was slouched in a chair anyway, not paying much attention to what was around him. He heard what he assumed was his sister’s car pull up, and he knew his friends went to greet her. It had been a few minutes, but he thought little of it. He still concentrated on the game in front of him, despite the score being as blurry as a mirage.

Meanwhile, Jake and Steven began to play their parts. They were barely tipsy, even, but played up as drunk. “Hayl,” Jake said repeatedly. “Let’s play a game. We’ll take this here scarf-” he held up the silky thing, pulled from a coat in the entryway, “-and put it over your eyes, then you have to guess who you’re kissing!” Jake laughed that typical drunken laugh, broken and stuttering, half spitting even.

Steve, wide-eyed and obvious, having consumed a bit more than Jake, joined in. “Yeah, Hayley, come on. It’ll be fun. Just like spin the bottle!”

As they led her to the weightroom, Hayley raised her eyebrows, amused. Boys were so odd when they were happy drunks… She rolled her eyes, still grinning. “Once. Ok?” She acquiesced, sitting on the weight bench, calmly.

Steve made sure to fumble and laugh as he tied the scarf around her eyes, sharing a look of triumph with Jake. They stepped back, deciding which of them would go, while Hayley sat patiently, twiddling her thumbs. Finally, Steven leaned in to her, placing his lips on hers, and she gave him a chaste peck before pulling back. “Jake?” She guessed, not caring.

“Wrong!” Jake announced, laughing, and wheedled to her, taking her hands and stroking them, gently, “C’mon Hail…. that wasn’t a kiss! Seriously, girl, you are too uptight….” he held her hands, massaging them, and she ignored his comments. “Here, I’ll help you relax, ok? You’re hands are getting in the way, they’re tensing you up!” He persuaded, careful to be gentle as he pulled her arms behind her.

Hayley sighed, allowing them their fun. “One more kiss, ok? You need to go back to be with Ryan.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jake dismissed her words, signaling to Steven, who pulled Hayley’s wrists back behind her, gently. “C’mere-” he pulled her forward, a little less gently, kissing her.

Surprised, Hayley opened her mouth to protest and found herself attacked by Jake’s alcohol-tinted tongue. She moved to pull away, but he put a hand on the back of her head to keep her there, so she accepted the kiss, waiting for him to be done.

Finally, he pulled away. “Ok then.”

Steven bit his lips while watching the kiss. “Jealous,” he said, moving around.

Jake was still busy convincing Haley what she was too tense. “Just relax, girl. Hands at your sides,” he smoothed them down again, then released them as he settled them onto the bench. He motioned for Steve to go behind her. Behind her, under the bench, was a roll of white athletic wrap tape. Steve reached down hesitantly and grabbed it. Jake again smoothed Hayley’s arms, this time pointing them towards her back again. He nodded quickly to his kneeling friend who seized Hayley’s tiny wrists in his hands and crossed them before starting to wrap them in the white tape.

Hayley laughed nervously, “You know you are,” she attempted to joke to Steven at his comment on jealousy, telling her body to calm down, that it wasn’t a dire situation, that she could easily get away from a couple a drunk guys. Once she felt her wrists being taped together, she shifted, nervously. “You got your kiss,” she pointed out, edgily, “You can stop now.”

One more? Pleeease?” Jake begged, pitifully, and Hayley rolled her eyes beneath the blindfold.

“I thought I already kissed you?” She argued.

“But not me,” Steven pointed out, done wrapping her wrists securely. He crudely high fived Jake as he stepped in and they switched places. He bent over Hayley and ran his hand up her leg, down her leg, her tiny shorts so very inviting. Closing his eyes, he pulled her hair back just a bit to tilt her face up to him and lunged forward, crashing his lips onto her and spreading his alcohol covered tongue all over hers.

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Lucas Ramsey collapsed in his La-Z-Boy and sipped his scotch. It had been a very long day. In fact, it had been a long week. He had just arrived home from a business trip to Hong Kong. He had been there all week and had worked very hard to put this deal together. He needed manufacturing and he had found a group he thought could put it together. He hadn’t expected to find a major new market, but that’s what had happened.

He didn’t really need to work anymore, but he enjoyed it. At fifty-six, he could retire and never get out of his chair again, but he liked staying busy. His wife had wanted this business to succeed and it had. After her passing, caused by a blood clot after a visit to the dentist, work had been all that kept him sane. He had loved Lilly with every fiber of his being. Her death left a hole in his life that had never really filled in.

The scotch was very good. It was a single malt and he made a note to buy it again. He felt something unusual and then realized his cell phone was vibrating. He had turned it to vibrate and forgotten to turn it back up.

He got it out and looked. He didn’t recognize the number, but he got calls from many people he didn’t know, so he answered it.

“Hello?”

“Uncle Luke?” he heard a girl’s voice on the line. “Is that you?”

“This is Lucas Ramsey,” he said. “Is that you, Samantha?”

Samantha was his only niece. She lived in Seattle and he saw her maybe once a year. His youngest sister was her mother and he never really got along with Rebecca. She was too careless with her life and too slutty for his tastes. She was drop dead gorgeous and she had parlayed her looks into a series of marriages that had left her very well off. They rarely spoke and Samantha had never called him before.

“Yes, it’s me. I’m sorry to bother you.”

“You aren’t a bother to me,” he told her. “I’m just surprised to hear from you. I didn’t even know you had my number. How are you, honey?”

The last time he had seen Samantha she had been about twelve and she had looked more like eight. She was a tiny little blond pixie of a girl and Lucas had thought she was charming. He took her to the zoo in San Diego that Christmas when they had met at his parents’ house, and he had loved her enthusiasm at everything they saw.

“I got your number from Aunt Susan,” she told him. “I’m in trouble, Uncle Luke and I don’t have anywhere else to turn. I need your help. If you don’t help me I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

He could tell she was crying. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Where are you?”

“I’m in Portland. I was wondering if you could come and pick me up?”

“You’re here? What are you doing… never mind that. You can tell me after I come and get you. Where are you?”

“I’m at the train station. It’s not in a very nice place and I’m scared.”

“Find a policeman or someone that works there,” he told her. “I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

“Okay,” she sniffed a little. “Thanks Uncle Luke.”

“Hang tight,” he told her.

He jumped up and grabbed his coat and keys. He went to the parking garage and fired up his 1970 Buick GSX. The big yellow and black muscle car rumbled to life and he drove quickly to the train station. He caught most of the lights and he was parking in fifteen minutes.

The train station was underground and it was in a rough neighborhood. He took the stairs two at a time and looked around the platform for Samantha. There were only three people in sight and she wasn’t one of them. He walked along the platform and saw a corridor leading off to the right. He heard voices and walked down to the turn. He saw a group of four young men, a young girl and a slightly older girl. The two women were backed against the wall and the men had surrounded them. He saw one of the men reach out and touch Samantha. She slapped his hand away and Lucas was close enough to hear what they were saying now.

“Come on, baby,” the one that had touched Samantha was saying. “You know a fine looking bitch like you wants the big package. Marcus got the big dick. He make that pretty little pussy feel real nice.”

“Leave us alone,” the older girl said. “I’ve already called the cops and you punks better get out of here.”

She was a tall, slender black girl who looked like she was in her early twenties. She had on a uniform and she evidently worked for the train company.

“Who asked you, bitch?” one of the other’s asked. “You better watch yo mouth. Popo don’t come down here. He afraid we fuck him up.”

Lucas was now within ten yards and he cleared his throat. The thugs turned to look at bursa escort him.

“May I help you gentlemen?” he asked.

“Old man better get to stepping,” the one who had touched Samantha said. “This none of you biddness. You don’t want none of this.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that,” Lucas said. “This young lady is my niece, and I’m here to pick her up. I don’t think the ladies are interested. I suggest you pull up those pants and get moving.”

“You talking shit to Marcus? I fuck you up, old man.”

“I don’t think so,” Lucas advanced toward him. They were now within reach and they got a feel for his size. Marcus looked at his boys a little nervously. This man was huge.

Lucas was six feet six inches tall in his socks and he weighed 285 pounds. None of it was fat belly. He had played offensive tackle in college and could have played pro ball. He was the number 12 pick in the draft his senior year. He had chosen to go into shoot boxing, then mixed martial arts and fought for six years in Japan. When the company was bought out by the Americans, it became evident that they weren’t going to have a weight class he could compete in, and he retired.

Marcus pulled a knife out of his pocket and Lucas kicked him in the belly. He flew across the corridor and slammed against the wall. He slumped to the floor unconscious, but Lucas was already moving. He got a right in just below the ear of the nearest thug and he dropped like he had been shot. Lucas spun away and caught the third with a spinning back fist on the bridge of the nose. The nose broke with a sickening crunch and the remaining thug was running as fast as his low hanging pants allowed.

“I told him he should pull up his pants,” Lucas said. “Are you ladies okay?”

They stared at him in silence for a moment, their mouths hanging open.

“I’m leakin,” the thug holding his broken nose cried. “Somebody call the ambulance.”

Samantha shook her head and ran to Lucas. She jumped on him and he caught her easily, hugging her to him as she wrapped her arms and legs around him.

She kissed him fiercely and buried her face in his shoulder. “My God, Uncle Luke, I can’t believe you did that. I thought they were going to rape us or kill us, maybe both. Thanks for coming to get me.”

He laughed and set her down. “You’re welcome. I think we should get out of here before they wake up or the cops finally show up and we have to answer a bunch of awkward questions. Are you going to introduce me to your friend?”

She took his hand in her little one and the young woman’s hand with the other. They walked back toward the platform and Samantha introduced them.

“This is Lila. She works on the trains. She lives here and she was taking me back to the office to wait for you when those men saw us. Lila, this is my uncle, Lucas Ramsey.”

“Pleased to meet you,” Lila said, “especially since you got us out of a bad situation back there. There’s supposed to be a security guard here. I don’t know where he is. Are you the Lucas Ramsey; the telecommunications guru?”

He laughed. “No, he’s an imposter. I’m really just Uncle Luke. I pretend to be a tycoon, but my real job is rescuing damsels in distress.”

Lila laughed. Lucas liked her laugh. It was full and deep like her voice. She was a very attractive lady, he decided.

“Well, girls, let’s get out of here. I know an all-night diner that’s close. They have good pie. Will you let me buy you a piece of pie and a cup of coffee? There’s a story I need to hear and I’d love to have two beautiful ladies go with me.”

“I’d like that,” Samantha said. “Please, Lila, will you go with us?”

The girl hesitated for a minute. “Yes, I’ll go. I should call my mom and tell her I’m in. She worries if I’m late.”

When they reached the street, Lila called her mother and Lucas led the way to where he had parked his car.

“Oh my God,” Samantha exclaimed when she saw the GSX. “Is that your car, Uncle Luke?”

“Yes, do you like it?”

“I love it,” she exclaimed. “It looks like a giant bumble bee.”

“Well, you’re going to have to sit in the back,” he told her. “You’re the only one little enough to get back there.”

They climbed in and Samantha sat forward so that she could put an arm around each of their shoulders. When he fired the big V8 up she was thrilled with the rumble of the exhaust. “Is it fast?” she asked.

He pulled into the street and stopped at the light. “Want to see?” he asked them.

“Oh, yes,” Samantha said. Lila nodded, her big brown eyes shining.

When the light changed he punched it. The 455 roared and the big car fishtailed as the fat tires clawed for traction. Samantha was pinned back to her seat and Lila clutched her arm rest as the GSX roared through the gears. The streets were deserted and the speedometer quickly climbed past one hundred before Lucas dropped it back down to the legal limit.

The girls chattered excitedly. “Jesus, Uncle Luke. That was like one of those powered launch roller coasters,” Samantha said. “I love bursa escort bayan this car.”

“I’ll let you drive it sometime,” he told her. “Do you have your license?”

“No, Mom doesn’t have a car,” she said. “I have a permit, though. I can drive with a licensed driver in the car.”

“Well, it’s a good thing Lila’s an adult,” he laughed. “That way we kids can drive.”

Lila laughed again. That was what Lucas had been hoping to hear. “You are just a big kid,” she said. “One of us has to be responsible.”

They pulled into the diner and sat down in a booth. Samantha sat very close to Lucas and they ordered. Lucas and Lila had coffee with their pie and Samantha had hot chocolate.

“I guess you want to know why I called you,” she told him.

“Yes, I’ve been wondering about that. If you want to wait until we’re alone to tell me, that’s okay,” he said.

“No, I don’t mind Lila knowing,” she said. “She was very nice to me on the train, and she tried to help me when we got here.”

“Have you run away from home?” Lila asked her.

“Yes,” she glanced up shyly at Lucas. “I know you don’t like Mom very much, Uncle Luke. I don’t like her much either. She’s always been nice to me, but with her, she’s what matters most and everything else comes second. I’ve always been sort of an inconvenience to her.” Her deep blue eyes filled with tears.

“I’ve always been okay with that. I’d just as soon not be around her much anyway, but two years ago, she met Raymond. He puts on a good show, but after a about a year of living with us he started… doing things,” she shifted uncomfortably.

Lucas knew where this was going. “I understand, honey. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

“No I want you to know. If you know, you won’t send me back to her. He would come in ‘accidently’ when I was getting out of the shower or getting ready for bed. He started brushing up against my boobs or my butt. He watched me all the time, and it made my skin crawl. We went swimming once and he had his hands all over me. He would come into my room in just his underwear. He wanted me to touch him…” her voice broke and she began to sob. “I hated him. He makes me feel dirty and ashamed. I had to get out of there, Uncle Luke. I tried to tell Mom and she was furious. Not with him though, with me. She called me a slut and said if I didn’t tease him and go around looking like a whore, it wouldn’t happen. I’m not a slut, Uncle Luke.”

Her small body shook with sobs and he hugged her tightly. “I know you aren’t, baby girl. None of this is your fault. Don’t worry about it. Did you tell Aunt Susan about this?”

“Yes, after I ran away I called her. She’s the one that suggested I come to you. I’m sorry to bother you, Uncle Luke, but you and Aunt Susan and Grandma are the only family I have. I remembered when you took me to the zoo and I thought you liked me. I tried to make you like me. I thought if you liked me maybe… If you thought I was pretty… you might… ” she was sobbing so much she couldn’t continue.

Lila reached over and patted her hand. Lucas’ heart was breaking. He couldn’t stand the thought of anyone making this little angel so sad.

“I do like you, baby. I think I would fall in love with you if I knew you better. I just haven’t been able to spend much time with you. I’m sorry about that. If I had known… no that’s just an excuse. I never knew you were so unhappy. I’ve always known Rebecca was a bitch. That’s why I avoid her. I was selfish. I should have found a way to get to know my niece better. That’s my fault and I’m very sorry. Will you forgive me, baby?”

She looked up at him with tear filled eyes. “It’s not your fault, either,” she said. “I’m not your kid. There’s no reason you should have been any different. When you had the chance you were nice to me. That day you took me to the zoo was the best day of my life. Someone was nice to me just because they liked me. I’ve always held on to that. That’s what gave me the courage to come here.”

“You’re breaking my heart,” Lila said. “God, what a mess. What are you going to do?”

“What do you want me to do for you?” Lucas asked. “I’ll do anything I can.”

“I don’t know what to do,” Samantha said. “I need help. What do you think I should do, Uncle Luke?”

He thought for a minute. “Do you think you might like to stay here in Portland with me?” he asked. “I guess you could go to New York and stay with Susan, but she already has her plate full with taking care of Bob. Did you know he has cancer?”

“Yes,” Samantha nodded. “Would you really let me stay with you?”

“I can’t think of anything I’d like better,” he told her. “Do you think Rebecca will try to make you come back?”

“I don’t think so,” she said. “I’m 18, so I don’t have to do what she says, but I didn’t have anywhere to go. I’m still in high school, Uncle Luke. She’ll be pissed off about it, but she never really wanted me there in the first place. She might try to make me come back just out of spite. Do we have to tell her?”

Lila escort bursa thought that they should tell Rebecca. “I think you should tell her that Samantha is with you and that you know what was going on. You should threaten to tell Family Services that bastard was molesting her. I think it’s still illegal, what that creeper did. I don’t think there’s a statute of limitations on child molestation. Tell her that if she doesn’t cooperate you’ll have the bastard arrested and she’ll go to jail, too. I know about you, Lucas. You have the ability to get that done.”

“Would that be okay, sweetheart?” he asked Samantha.

She cried some more when he asked her. “I thought that would make you happy,” he said.

“It does,” she sobbed. “I’m not crying because I’m sad. I just can’t believe I could be so lucky to have an Uncle like you. I was hoping you might want me, but I was so afraid you wouldn’t.”

“You are very lucky, Samantha,” Lila told her. “You’re lucky, too, Lucas. Listen guys, I want to know how this all comes out, but I’ve got to get home. I’m sorry, but I have to catch a train in the morning. I need to call a cab.”

“Nonsense,” Lucas told her. “We’ll take you home. But there’s one more piece of business to take care of before we go.”

“What is it” Samantha asked.

“It’s about Lila,” he said. “Will you go out with me, Lila?”

Samantha squealed with delight. “Oh, please say yes, Lila. That would be so cool.”

“I know I’m too old for you,” Lucas said. “Would you give me a chance?”

She looked at him with those huge, honest brown eyes. “I might,” she said. “There are some big problems though.”

“What?” he asked. “Line them up and I’ll knock them down.”

“Well, you’re obviously a very nice guy,” she said. “You’re very good looking, you’re loyal, you love your family and you’re taking in your niece that you hardly know.”

“Those are problems?” Samantha asked.

Lila laughed and it sent a thrill through Lucas. “No, I guess those are anti-problems. The problem is; first the age thing. You don’t look a day over 35, Lucas. That’s still ten years older than me. You’re white and I’m black. You’re rich and I’m not. I’m sure I’ll think of others.”

“Okay, I get the age thing,” he said. “I’m in good shape though.”

“I know,” she laughed. “I just saw you put a beat down on four thugs half your age.”

“Okay, I think we can work with that,” he said. “I don’t get the black and white thing.”

“Would you want Samantha going out with a black guy twice her age?”

He thought for a minute. “I don’t want to offend you, Lila, but you asked. No, I wouldn’t like that, not in general. It would depend on the guy. I don’t like it on general principle. It makes me uncomfortable. The stereotypical relationship like that is something ugly. Some black guys seem to have a thing for white girls. I think it’s racist. I hate that sort of thing. I suppose there are white guys with the same kinds of sick ideas. I don’t have a thing for black girls, Lila. I’m only interested in one.”

“I understand, but my mother won’t. She’s going to feel just like you do about Samantha going out with a black guy. I feel that way, too.”

“Well, we just need for her to get to know Uncle Luke,” Samantha said. “Then she’ll fall in love with him and there’s no problem.”

“That sounds right, but it won’t be that simple,” Lila said. “She’s going to have a hissy cow when she finds out.”

Lucas laughed. “I love that phrase,” he said. “Now, I really don’t get the rich, not rich thing.”

“Don’t you?” she asked. “Don’t tell me that there haven’t been thousands of women that have tried to get in bed with you just so they could get close to your money.”

“Well, I can usually spot that sort of thing a mile away,” he said. “They don’t usually come up with lists of reasons they won’t go out with me.”

That made Lila laugh for a long time and Samantha giggled, too. “Okay, I see that you’ve thought about this and you’re making me seem silly,” Lila said. “I’ll think about it. Call me on Thursday when I get back in and ask me again. Okay?”

Lucas had to be content with that. He paid the check and they dropped Lila off. She kissed his cheek and hugged Samantha for a long time. They both cried a little, and she went inside. She turned and waved from the top step, and they drove away.

When they got home, there was a problem. Samantha didn’t have any clothes or personal items. They drove to a convenience store and she bought a toothbrush, toothpaste and contact solution. She still didn’t have any clothes, but Lucas got her a t-shirt to sleep in. He had a spare bedroom for her and she went to take a shower and put on the t-shirt. She brought out her dirty clothes and he took them. He took her to the laundry room and showed her how to use the machines. He was a little embarrassed to put a tiny pink thong in the washing machine, and the little matching; lacy bra was just as intriguing.

They turned on the machine and he put a frozen pizza in the oven. She was hungry, even after the pie, and they shared the pizza. She looked adorable in his t-shirt. She was a tiny little thing and it made a good nightgown. She wasn’t much over five feet and he doubted she weighed more than a hundred pounds.

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“Rudra what time will you be back,” I asked expectantly.

“I have an appointment to meet with the Dean to discuss an extension of my leave.”

“Okay,” he sounded pre-occupied. “I have to meet an important client today, but I’ll try to get back as soon as I can.” He felt his pockets for his car keys, then absently began to walk to the door.

“Alright.” I caught up with him at the door and turned him around. “Are you alright,” I murmured placing a goodbye kiss on his lips.

“Now I am,” he smiled and held me around my waist. We swayed in each others arms and I sighed my content against his chest.

“You take care my darling,” He murmured kissing me on my head.

I nodded.

I lifted my lips to his, we kissed and then with great difficulty I extracted myself from the comfort of his arms.

I used the morning hours to complete my chores before the babies woke. I vacuumed and cleaned and washed. After everything was spotlessly clean, I walked to our bedroom to take a long hot shower. The moment I got out I heard Vansh crying over the monitor, so I threw on my robe and made a dash to the nursery.

“Is my baby awake? Are you hungry baby?” I cooed holding him in my arms, walking slowly to the rocking chair. I cradled him holding him against my breast before he began to suckle. I stroked the side of his cheek. He looked so much like Rudra, the resemblance was uncanny. Thank god Rudra and I were actually related or it would be difficult explaining the resemblance to everyone specially ma. I still felt unsettled about ma leaving without as much as a word. My spine still tingled at the only reason I could attribute to her behavior. I tried to settle my nerves for the moment. If she had seen us that day, she would have confronted me at once.

I traced my son’s features, his cute nose, the slight dent beneath it. He reminded me so much of his father, that it made my bones melt to honey.

I watched his tiny lips suck on my nipple and the gurgling sounds he made swallowing milk. He made my heart blossom with love.

I was brought out of my reverie. Yukti had begun to cry too, so I got up from my chair, Vansh still latched on to my nipple and walked up to the cradle to gently rock my precious little princess.

“I’m here darling, let your brother finish, hmm,” I coaxed. “Then I’ll feed you.”

After an hour I had just finished putting both my contented babies into their crib, cooing to them gently of how much I loved them, when I felt strong arms encircle my waist.

“What the…?” I jumped out of my skin.

He laughed throatily as I turned in his arms to punch a small fist into his chest.

“You almost gave me a heart attack, you know?” I reprimanded him . “When did you get in?” I smiled at his boyish antics. He had rugged good looks, my heart skipped a beat.

He grabbed my ass pushing himself against my mound.

“I love the way you talk to them, like they understand everything,” he said his eyes glowing with boundless love.

“They do understand everything.” I chimed.

“Hmm,” he gazed at my lips hungrily, then pushed the robe from my shoulders, gazed at my breasts, then pushed me to the carpet, beneath him.

“The babies are watching,” I tried to coax him out of it. I was getting late for my meeting with the Dean.

“Hmm, I promise they’ll only have pleasant memories of this, incase they do understand what we’re doing.” He held my breast swallowing it whole.

“Please Rudra, not before the babies.” I pleaded.

“I want you,” he growled at once. He hated it when I acted inhibited.

He unbuckled his pants then pulled his boxers down just enough bursa escort to get his cock out. Roughly he pulled my legs apart and pushed his engorged organ into me.

“I moaned a sigh of contentment and saw the babies watch us in awe from their cradle before my eyes rolled into the back of my head.

“Ahhhhh,” I moaned at the onslaught. “What’s gotten into you darling?” I chuckled.

“I can’t hold myself back Riya,” he answered with a hint of shame. He’d never had rough sex with me when we were trying to have a baby, incase I was pregnant.

“Its okay,” I whispered placing a kiss on his neck. It was a miracle he was fucking me hard. I liked it rough.

“Ahhhh,” I moaned every time I felt his hard thrust.

His hand slid to its usual place around my neck strangling me with every thrust. He knew I loved this mixture of pain and pleasure and I felt my pussy flood.

“Ummmh,” I moaned my arousal sucking on his lobe.

He groaned deep down in his throat. His lips found mine while we moaned our content into each others mouths. We climaxed together and Rudra collapsed over me. I stole a glance at the babies, they hadn’t made a sound ever since we had started.

Vansh was sucking hard on his thumb and Yukti leant against him both of them transfixed on their parents.

I felt guilty. It was one thing for them to make their own choices when they grew up and quite another to expose them to our life choices. I would talk to Rudra about it when he was in a better frame of mind. But he wanted me when he wanted me. A smile broke on my face and my arms went around my love. I gently squeezed him to myself kissing his shoulder.

“I do have to go the University you know. I didn’t call you home early for this.” I chided him lovingly.

He didn’t answer. He was still in his post- orgasmic- stupor.

I kissed him again and my hand wandered along the length of his spine down to the clefts in his back right over his butt that I adored so much. I wanted to so grab his ass and push him inside me, but I kept myself from it. I knew that aroused him and I had to go.

“Rudra?” I whispered, “Wake up darling, I’m getting late for my appointment.”

“Hmm,” He rolled over me to lie on his back, placing one arm on his eyes. “Give me a minute,” he said hoarsely.

“Okay,” I kissed him one last time then got up to quickly get dressed.

When I entered the nursery next he was playing with the babies on the mattress.

“I’m leaving. All of you take care, I’ll be back soon.”

“Hurry home,” He gave me a knowing glance.

I laughed softly. “Don’t tell me you haven’t had enough.”

He watched me annoyed.

“I’ll make up for it when I get back,” I whispered leaning down to give him a kiss.

“You’d better.” He answered crossly.

My heart sank when the Dean refused to extend my leave. The university was short staffed, I already knew it, but he wouldn’t even agree to extend it for a week. What was I going to do I wondered. I didn’t want to leave the job. If I conceived like we were planning to, on what pretext would I leave for Switzerland. I couldn’t leave the job.

In my car I sat with my head pressed against the steering. I couldn’t hire a nanny and my babies were too young for a creche. It broke my heart to think of them with strangers. I couldn’t ask Rudra to look after them either. His work was already suffering. Mother flashed through my mind and before I knew it I had made her a call.

“Hello,” I answered close to tears already. “How are you ma?”

There was no response.

“When are you coming home?” I continued.

“I saw you Riya.” The words bursa escort bayan tore through her chest.

There was no point denying what she was referring to.

“I know.” I answered. There was a silence on both ends. ” But if you had only let me explain Ma.” I blurted without thought.

“Explain then.” She asked acidly.

“My..My,” I stammered, my heart thudding and my mind racing for what to say next. “I was in pain, because of all the milk and so he helps me,” I said lamely.

“And you’ve never heard of a breast pump?” She asked scornfully.

I suddenly remembered a discussion with a colleague.

“I get an infection every time I do, then I can’t feed the babies,” I explained a little more convincingly.

“And he agreed to help you.” She accused.

“Yes, he couldn’t see me in pain ma, and I wouldn’t ask him for help if only I could bear it.” I ended lamely again.

“You want to say that’s what I saw that day?”

“Yes, I do mother,” I groveled. “Please come home. The children miss you. I miss you.” I began to cry.

“How are the babies?” Her voice broke when she asked after almost a minutes silence.

“They miss you ma, please come home.”

She began to sob too.

“I wouldn’t ask him to help me again ma, if that’s what you want, but please come home. I will not get a leave extension and I don’t want to leave them with strangers at some creche ma. I’ll bear the pain instead please come home.” I was distraught.

There was a long silence again.

“If it hurts that much then…” She left it open to interpretation.

“Ask Rudra to come fetch me tomorrow morning.” She relented at last.

“Thank you, Ma.” I sniveled my relief.

When I called off, I sat thinking of what had just transpired. Had ma accepted the fact that Rudra suckled on my breasts? I felt a jolt in my pussy. Maybe someday she would also accept the rest of our relationship. I felt optimistic about the future and my spirits lifted. Did that mean I could feed Rudra while my mother was home, without worry of being caught red- handed. Yes, it did mean that. My pussy flooded thinking about it.

Back home I turned the key in the lock and placed my car keys in the bowl next to the landing. It was my turn to surprise him. I smiled mischievously. I had some news for him today.

I found him half asleep on the couch before the tv. So much for surprises. I rolled my eyes. Watching him sleep like that, his cock making a tent in his pants, I began to pull my saree out of my petticoat. Then pulled my petticoat and my thong down before sitting astride in his lap.

“Hmmm, What took you so long?” He asked sleepily.

“A lot,” I whispered kissing the side of his neck.

“Like what?”

“Open your eyes first,” I coaxed.

“I’m tired Riya.”

“Tired how?” I asked while placing kisses all over his face.

“The babies wouldn’t just sleep.” He complained.

He had had a long day, first at work, then with the babies.

“I’m sorry I had to go,” I apologized.

“Hmm,” he drifted back to sleep again.

“I want you,” I whispered in his ear. I had to say something to wake him. He didn’t budge, so I began to unbutton his shirt.

He still didn’t budge and I was fast running out of options.

“I told ma I let you suckle on my breasts.”

“What?” He looked at me wide awake. “What did you say?”

“You heard me.”

He lifted me a little to straighten himself on the couch then settled me back on his crotch.

“I called Ma because I wouldn’t get an extension on my leave and I don’t want to send the babies to a creche,” I said nonchalantly.

“Get escort bursa to the part where you told her what you did.” He prodded me on.

“So she said she’s seen you sleeping with your face wedged between my breasts. And I told her it was because I let you suckle on my breasts, cuz they hurt so much with all the milk.

“And she bought it?” He was astounded.

I grinned. “So now,” I pushed my fingers into his hair to hold his face before me, ” I can feed you whenever I wish to,” I smiled mischievously.

I felt his organ twitch beneath me at that. I took this as a cue and placed my lips on his while unbuttoning my blouse. He helped me with my bra. I began to rub my soft breasts seductively against his muscular chest.

He groaned pushing his head into the pillows behind him, peering at me through hooded eyes. I pushed my arms behind him to press him against my breasts. He exhaled. I kissed the hollow beneath his neck, then left a trail of kisses down his chest to his stomach. I unbuckled his pants and his cock sprang to life. I held his shaft and felt his pee hole beneath my finger. He groaned.

Lifting myself off him I kneeled before him placing a kiss on the head of his penis. I loved his pee hole. I placed my lips on it and sucked hard on it.

“Ahhhhhhhh,” he groaned holding my hair in a tight fist.

My bones melted every time I aroused him beyond endurance. I liked pleasing him more than anything in this world.

I licked his pee hole and sucked his head a few more times before I felt him harden in my hands. But I wasn’t getting him off, sucking. I wanted to straddle him. So I went back to sitting on his lap. I held his dick and held it at my opening before slamming myself down its entire length.

“Ahhhh,” we both groaned and I felt his hand come to rest on my ass. He began to guide my thrusts.

Slowly I went all the way up then thrust myself hard on him. I loved when he filled me completely.

“Stop teasing me honey,” he moaned.

I placed my hands on his shoulder then began to bob myself on him in earnest. My breasts jiggled and milk began to run freely from them. He latched onto one of my nipples then began to drag and pull at it like it was made of elastic. It wasn’t any wonder that my nipples had grown an inch since I’d started breastfeeding and the children had nothing to do with it.

Every time I came up, I clenched my pussy to milk his cock, then on my way down I slammed down on him to grind my cervix into his cum.

“Ahhh, baby,” he moaned. “You’re getting good at this.”

I ground my pussy harder against his cock hearing this and squeezed a few more moans out of him and myself. I picked up the pace.

“Ummmmh,” I heard myself moan and felt my hand cup my breast hard. My head fell back close to my climax and with a few more thrusts I had climaxed both him and myself. I fell exhausted into his arms.

The next thing I remember was him calling my name. We were in our bed in his room.

“Riya I’m hard honey,” he was pleading.

“Hmm, okay,” I disentangled myself from him to lie on my back and opened my legs. He pushed himself inside me and began to slow fuck me while I wrapped my arms around him to hold him to myself. Mother was coming tomorrow and he knew our escapades would be limiting very soon. I can’t tell through my sleep ridden mind how long he fucked me, but sometime later when he pulled me into his arms to sleep, my pussy felt raw. I smiled. I was a big fan of his sex drive.

The next morning he left early to bring Ma back and we resumed our work schedules from the very next day. No matter how much we wanted a baby, our plans had to be put on hold for the moment. Our jobs demanded complete attention, so we couldn’t even squeeze a rendezvous at his suit either. Needless to say, we began to grow frustrated with the lack of sex as days began to roll into weeks.

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All characters are 18 years old or older. Another one-shot story that has languished in the ether. I hope you like it. It is a story of desire, corruption, and darkness, mainly darkness. Feel free to comment, vote, and take comfort that the things in the light are there in the shadows, or are they?

*****

Sleep Deprivation:

The sounds drifted through the walls from my sister’s bedroom. It was those noises that woke me. I reached out and picked up my watch from the nightstand. I cursed when I saw what time it was. She was really going for broke. I could hear it in her voice. She rarely got this excited. That is when I heard the second male voice. Seriously, she was taking on two guys at once. I guess that is why her friends called her Sindy the Slut. My sister exalted in her sexuality and how many guys she had taken to her bed. If my parents ever learned the truth about her promiscuity they’d lose their minds.

“I’m in…” groaned the first male voice.

“Hold her still,” said the second. So, she was into threesomes now.

“She keeps wiggling,” replied the first.

“Damn it, I am trying to get it in her ass.” Snarled the second.

“I told you I don’t do anal! Now cut it the fuck out!” Sindy argued. “Hey, I am going to scream and wake up my brother. Stop now!”

I was up and grabbing my aluminum baseball bat. I pushed open her door quietly to assess the situation before I drew attention to myself. The short thin guy was beneath my sister. Sindy was on top of him facing him. The second guy was much larger than his buddy and he kept trying to press the head of his cock against Sindy’s wiggling ass. The heavier set guy had an expression I didn’t like at all. He wanted to violate her in the worst way.

“Um Tom,” the little guy was stammering when he spotted me.

“What is it?” He growled as he looked over his shoulder. “Aw shit!”

“Out… NOW!”

They rushed to leave before I imparted some primal punishment. I set the bat down and handed my sister the robe on her bed. She ignored it and hugged me instead. She made a habit of pressing her bare tits against my chest. I was torn between her tits or her ass as her best feature. She was cute the way next door neighbor girls are supposed to be. Sis followed our mother with her jet-black hair and deep blue eyes. She also had mom’s large tits, that were big, firm, and perky. Her ass was glorious. I was an ass man and I won’t lie, Sindy had an epic butt on her. The shape, fullness, and firmness were perfection itself.

“You saved me, again.”

“You took on two guys in the house without warning me.” I snapped at her. “I ought to…”

“What? Spank my ass, do you want to spank me Sam?”

I drug her over to the bed, sat down, and put her over my lap. She pretended to fight me until the first swat landed. Sindy moaned as I spanked her. I stopped when she climaxed, and her body shook. I held her until she recovered, and I lifted my damp hand up for her inspection.

“I always gush when you spank me.” She moaned. “Are you going to fuck me Sam?”

“Should I?” I asked raising an eyebrow. “That wouldn’t be much of a punishment.”

“If you don’t you will only be punishing yourself. No one fucks my ass like you do.” She purred and then gasped. “Your cock is pressing against my belly.”

“Can you blame me,” I told her as I eased two fingers into her snug little pussy. “Soaked like the dirty little slut you are.”

“MMMMM nobody touches me the way you do,” Sindy purred. “Even your fingers are longer and thicker than other guys. You stir up my insides and drive me crazy.”

“You need to slow down Sindy,” I told her as I took my fingers slick with her juices and worked them into her ass. What if I hadn’t been here?”

“They’d have raped my ass,” she said matter of factly. “I am sure they would have taken turns plowing both my holes. I love being DP’d. Ooh, your cock is getting harder! Are you going to punish me with it?” She asked as I began thrusting my fingers. “What else can I do to piss you off? I love your angry side.”

“You want us to be exclusive?” I asked as I ground my digits deep in her butt.

“I promised not to let anyone, but you stick their dick in my ass. You know how much I love doing anal… so… what do you think Sherlock?”

“You are going to college soon,” I frowned as I withdrew my fingers and positioned her in my lap. “As much as I would love to service you and your deliciously tight holes, it would eventually come to an end.”

“I understand,” she grunted as the head of my cock entered her ass. “Can I ask you a strange question Sam?”

“You better expect an odd reply.” I told her. “Ask away.”

“If you could have anything, or in this case give someone anything they wanted what would you be willing to do for it?” She moaned as my cock sank all the way in.

“Anything huh? There is a limit to what I would be willing to do. Answer enough?”

“Uh huh,” she replied as she began shoving her hips backward.

“Besides, you bursa escort adore being DP’d and I hate sharing you…” I moaned as the shaft of my cock sank deep into her backside. “I never get tired of your ass.”

“You spoil me so much,” Sindy groaned. “It is about time I spoiled you.”

“You do,” I cried out as she began riding me. “It isn’t like I can be in two places at the same time.”

“UNNN… UNNNNNN… UNNNNNNNNNNN… so good…” Sis grunted as she fucked me. “But what if you could?”

“Wait… what?”

Flashback: Six Months Ago

“…Happy Birthday to you!” We all sang to her.

Sindy blushed furiously. We had surprised her when she came home from school. My dad, the world class lawyer, was here for once. But then again how often does your daughter turn eighteen? Mom, the homicide detective, was also home for once. She worked so many strange hours especially when she was on call. My sister and I were both very independent by nature and nurture. I had practically raised my sister on my own. The last ten years since mom made the rank of detective had been rough on me but I didn’t mind. Sindy and I had grown up close, too close. I had bought her first tampons for her. I had helped her shop for her first bra and all those that followed. I knew her breasts as well as she did. I had even gone to her doctor’s appointment recently to get her birth control. I had driven her there. Mom had begged me to get her on it before she was legal. Mom had seen certain signs in her daughter that she recognized. I had even asked her about it.

“Why are you so determined to get Sindy on birth control?”

“I… damn it Sam just do it!” Mom growled back.

“I understand.” I replied grinning.

“Why the hell are you smiling?”

“You were a dirty little slut and you see that she is just like you.” I said waiting for the slap to follow but it didn’t.

“I won’t argue with you.” She murmured looking at her feet. “I liked sex a lot. Your sister masturbates like a fiend. If she gets a whiff of a guy she gets wet.”

“I’ll take care of it, the birth control I mean.” I said surrendering. “What was that look?”

“Nothing.” She growled and walked away.

That was weeks ago, and I was still pondering Mom’s strange behavior. I ate my cake and watched my family. Dad ate his cake, but it was clear his mind was elsewhere. He was working on yet another high profile legal case. Mom on the other hand looked oddly distracted. Her left hand was trembling as it lifted the forkful of cake to her mouth. She moaned as she chewed. Sindy was oblivious and looking at her gifts as she munched on chocolate cake. What was going on? Her cake half eaten she muttered something and fled the kitchen. Dad hardly even noticed. Sindy turned on the television while I followed my mom. She went upstairs to the bedroom she and my dad shared. I could tell she was in the master bathroom by the echo of her voice.

“So good…” she moaned. “You are a dirty little slut.”

I peered into the bathroom and clamped a hand over my mouth. Mom was withdrawing a vibrator from her pussy. She was bent over, and the toy was soaked. She licked the suction cup of a second toy and slapped it onto the lid of the toilet. I watched as she took off her skirt and I saw her pussy for the first time. Mom shaved her pussy! She used one hand to aim the bright blue toy as she lowered her body onto it. It sank inside of her easily. I took out my cock and began stroking it as she rode the toy.

“Fuck me…” she murmured. “I am your dirty little slut…” She whimpered but I missed the name she had whispered.

It wasn’t my dad’s name. Was she having an affair? It was wrong but damn my cock was so hard I had to do something. My hand moved at the same pace as her hips. I imagined that it was me sitting on the toilet and her soaked pussy wrapped around me. A part of me wanted to walk in. Mom’s voice got louder, and I almost caught the name of her lover as she climaxed. Her shout drowned out my own. My load blasted the threshold of the open doorway. Aw shit, it wasn’t until I had come to my senses that I realized I had left an obvious sign of my spying. I tucked my cock away and zipped up. She was already standing up and reaching for her skirt. I left her there.

I returned to the kitchen. Dad was sitting next to Sindy on the couch. I grabbed the gifts and carried them over. I set them on the coffee table and sat on the floor next to it. Mom appeared a minute or so later. She was smiling and plopped down next to sis on the couch. Mom apologized about the delay. She had a small mess in the bathroom she had, had to clean up. My heart sank, and I couldn’t maintain eye contact.

“Can I open my gifts now?” Sindy asked.

“Of course, you can,” Dad said his attention in the here and now for the moment.

“Let’s see what you got.” Mom purred.

Sis grabbed my gift and tore off the wrapping paper. She stared at the monochromatically painted box beneath. She turned it over in her hands and examined it. Sindy bursa escort bayan pushed down on the lid and applied sideward pressure sliding the panel out of its slotted channel. She cried out as she reached in and removed the hand carved penguin. Sindy loved penguins. I had made the box as well as carved the penguin. It was a hobby of mine.

“It is gorgeous!” Sindy screeched in joy.

“That is your best one yet son,” Dad remarked. “You really have a talent.”

“I agree, he is great with his hands.” Mom commented as she uncrossed her legs giving me a glimpse under her skirt.

“I do my best.” I said swallowing hard after seeing her pussy for the second time.

Sindy opened mom’s gift next. It was a certificate for a yoga class that sis had been wanting to take for a while now. Dad handed Sindy the small box and we all knew what was inside of it. Sindy made a show of slowly tugging the ribbon from the box and opening it. The car keys inside rattled as sis plucked them from their velvet base. She hugged dad and then mom. We went out to the garage where dad had stealthily parked the convertible. It was six years old, but sis understood it was her first car and he wanted her to work her way up to a nicer one. She was bound to put a few dents and dings into it within a year.

We retired to the kitchen and the booze was broken out. Dad had a single glass before he kissed sis on the forehead and headed off to bed. Sindy was allowed a few sips of wine. The awkward energy in the air between mom and me was growing as the evening went on. To my surprise mom hugged me and sis and went off to bed an hour after dad had. I finished the bottle of wine that mom had opened. I helped Sindy finish her homework.

“Sam.” Sis uttered my name and I knew by the way she said it that I was going to regret what followed. “What’s a swinger?”

“Where the hell did you hear that?” I blurted out.

“I overheard dad on the phone talking to someone. He said that he and mom were swingers.”

“Really? Well um… it means they have an open marriage.” I began, and sis leaned closer. “Normally husbands only sleep with their wives. Swingers go to parties and they swap partners.”

“Whoa, dad is okay with other guys fucking mom!” She giggled. “I can see why. She is like smoking hot. I want to grow up and look like her.”

“Sweetie, you already have.” I said before I could think that through.

“You think I’m fuckable?” She asked, and I stammered into silence. “Oh my god, you do, you want to fuck me! My brother is a total perv.”

“Wait. Hold on! Jeez Sindy! Yes, you are attractive, but… but we are siblings. We can’t and will not do the nasty. Got it?”

“I’ll suck your dick.” She purred and then busted out laughing. “Guys are all the same, always thinking with their dicks.”

“You are going to grow up and make a fine sadist.” I growled, and she laughed harder until she asked me what a sadist was.

“What is the opposite? I mean, what kind of girl likes being told what to do? I mean, she doesn’t like being hurt but ordered around. You know what I mean?”

“A Sub or submissive,” I growled as I got up and grabbed a beer from the fridge.

“You got a total boner,” Sindy said pointing at my crotch. “I got you hard? You really are a perv.”

“We are talking about sex, of course I got an erection. Are you a Sub?” I asked the volume leaving my voice.

“I think so. I am still a virgin. But, since you are hard as steel I can admit I am soaked. We are both pervs I guess. The thought of being told what to do gets me all tingly, even my nipples are poking out. Wanna see?”

“NO… I mean no. That is a slippery slope.”

“Oh, you are worried that if I flashed my tits we’d end up fucking. Mom would kill us if we got caught doing the nasty.”

“Sindy, it is wrong for brothers and sisters to fuck.” I said the word fuck with way too much emphasis. “How much work do you have left?”

“Two more math problems and I am done.”

“Let’s knock them out and you go to your room. You are dangerous.”

Sis laughed and a few minutes later she was putting her books away and heading off to bed. I was alone on the couch opening my second beer. I was drunk. The wine had done its work and the beer kept my buzz going. I heard the distant clunk as sis’ door closed. I let out a sigh and turned on the television. I flipped through the channels and came across the new station my friends had been talking about. I turned down the volume as the music video began playing. I liked MTV and enjoyed the girls and their sexy outfits. The urge grew and soon I was ignoring the music. My erection needed attention. I slipped off my tennis shoes and crept silently upstairs. My parent’s bedroom door was cracked open. That was odd, it was usually closed. I moved down the hall to sis’ room and listened in at her door. There was no light coming from beneath the door and it was silent as the grave as well. I returned to my parent’s room and pushed open the door.

My heart was escort bursa pounding in my ears as I slipped into their room. Dad slept on the far side of the bed. Mom was on her side facing the door. She had stripped down to a translucent aquamarine negligee. I could see her dark areolae pressing against the material. My hand moved on its own and freed my cock. Precum was oozing from the tip and I walked over and took it in hand and painted her lips with the milky fluid. She moaned in her sleep and licked her lips. I almost busted a nut right then and there. I pressed the tip against her mouth a second time. This time the entire tip slid between her lips.

“Oh shit.” I whispered.

I was pulling it out when her tongue ran across the sensitive flesh. I moaned as the tip left her mouth. I should leave. I stared at her tits and didn’t see her eyes open. Her mouth enveloped me, and I gasped in surprise. I looked down and her eyes met mine. Her hand came up and wrapped around the shaft. I clamped both hands over my mouth as we began sucking me off. My hips moved on their own and I began fucking her face.

“So good,” I moaned barely audible.

Mom pushed her head forward taking more of my cock between her lips. She withdrew suddenly, and I thought it was over. Boy was I wrong. She slowly sat up watching my dad intently. Sure, that she hadn’t woke him up she grabbed my cock and led me to my bedroom. I felt like a dog on a leash. She closed the door behind us and spun on me.

“Finally. I fell asleep waiting for you.” She admitted as she began stroking me.

“Sindy had homework that needed finishing.” I moaned. “Damn that feels good.”

“I know. It always feels better when someone else does it for you. I almost came a second time when I found your spunk on the bathroom floor. It took everything not to pounce you downstairs. I knew you took after your dad. It’s not quite as long as his, but damn you are thick. I can’t wait to feel this deep inside of me.”

She kissed me to silence my arguments. Her tits pressed against my chest. I grabbed the negligee and lifted it up and over her head. It interrupted our kiss but not for long. Mom tugged my shirt off and pressed her tits against my naked chest. She moaned in my ear as she began squeezing my cock as she stroked me.

“So hard,” she whispered. “I am so wet. You are going to slide into me no problem. I am going to make you come so damn hard.”

“I am…” I said and fell silent. “God damn it, I am going to fuck you rotten!”

I was moving suddenly, and my back hit the mattress of my bed. We worked together to get my jeans off. A little while later I was looking up at the ceiling as she straddled me. She kissed me again as her hand took hold, aimed me, and lowered her pussy. I moaned into her mouth as her slit wrapped around me. She was right. I slid into her easily. I was balls deep in her snug cunt. She began moving slowly.

“So good,” she gasped breaking our kiss. “How is it baby? How does mommy’s pussy feel?”

“Tight… feels so damn good!”

“I am going to rock your world.” She moaned. “I shaved my pussy for the first time today. I hear it is all the rage in Hollywood. Your dad hasn’t even seen it yet.”

“You and dad are swingers?” I asked as she ground against me as her hips made a circular motion.

“Yeah. Things got boring in the bedroom, so we decided to spice things up. Ask. I can see it in your eyes.”

“What is it like? What happens?”

“It is so fucking hot! Like, well it depends how many guys are involved.” She moaned as she leaned back letting me watch my cock slide in and out of her. “Men loving watching their cocks move in and out of me. Like the view champ?”

“Yeah. You said guys as in plural. What did you mean by that?”

“Your mom is a slut. I meant that I’ve been with up to three guys at one time. One in my mouth.” She said opening her mouth wide. “One in my pussy just like you are now. And then one in my ass…” She growled as she turned around with my dick still buried in her pussy. “…see my puckered chocolate starfish? I always prep if I know that is going to happen. I clean it out like a good little whore. Your dick just got harder. Do you want to fuck my ass Sam? Do you want to slam your thick cock up my backdoor?”

“Are you serious?” I whimpered as she lifted her hips. “Wait… now?” I asked as she took me in hand and aimed it. “No way… oh shit mom!”

“Quiet, you’ll wake your dad!” She urged as the head of my dick opened her up slowly. “Don’t fret, I’ve already take care of it. My ass is ready for you. I was expecting your dad, but you’ll do. Shit baby… you’re going to split me in two!”

I watched as the head of my dick popped into her ass. Mom was panting and gasping as she stopped. A few minutes later she pushed her hips downward and the rest of my cock disappeared into her backdoor. I thought her pussy was snug, but her ass was a whole lot tighter. I warned her I wasn’t going to last long but she just ignored me. I grabbed her ass cheeks and began thrusting upward. That drove her crazy. We set up a great rhythm until I warned her that I was going to cum. She began slamming her body against mine. I grabbed a pillow and howled into it as I came. Mom clung to me like a lover.

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The summer before my Junior year of college was a hot one. I was back home, and on our days off, my high school friends and I did everything we could to try and stay cool while still enjoying the great outdoors- but it was tough. Our usual pastimes like hiking or walking around downtown had truly lost their charm in the heat.

My group of friends included two guys, Brady and John, who graduated with me from high school, but both went out of state for college. I’d known them most of my life, and we were pretty close, despite our distance during the school year. We also hung out with Brady’s girlfriend, Jessica, and her twin Joanna, who we often referred to as “the Jays.” Both were pretty cool girls that we all got along with well. They both went to Brady’s college. Brady and Jessica were madly in love, and everyone but John knew that Jo had a thing for him, she was just too shy to say anything to him. He was completely oblivious.

Our group included John’s younger sister as well, who had just finished her senior year in high school, and was bound in August for the same in-state university I attended. Her name is Melody, and boy, was she something.

Despite being the youngest in our group, Mel never missed a beat. In fact, she was probably the most mature and intelligent one of us all, and was always ready with a snappy comeback whenever we teased her about her age. She was also fine as hell. Literally one of the sexiest girls I have ever seen. She has long, dark black hair and dark eyebrows that made her deep blue eyes shine incredibly bright. Despite her harder features, she had a face that showed her gentle nature, and her skin was milky white. She was an average 5 ft 7 inches but had a toned and tight body from years of cross country running. Her legs were long and lean, and her ass was round and firm. I could usually not keep myself from staring at it. Unlike many runners, however, her tits were not flat, but big and juicy, filling out her tight running shirts and sports bras.

Needless to say, I had been extremely attracted to her for the last 4 or 5 years, when she started to look less like John’s baby sister and more like a smoking hot sex goddess. Lucky for me, John was well aware of my feelings for his sister, considering I was horrible at hiding them, and seemed to be keen on the idea of us getting together. He had noticed many a boner due to her skimpy pajamas or tight running clothes. Most of the time he just said something stupid like “It’s so sweet Nate, we could be, like, brothers!”

John was great, but intelligence was not his gift.

Anyway, John’s approval did nothing to keep me from going after his sister, and I’m not insecure about my looks or anything like that. I mean, Mel is definitely out of my league; she’s out of everyone’s league, but I’m not horrible looking by any means. In fact, at 20, I was in the best shape I would probably ever be in. I hit the gym 6 days a week and it showed; I have wide shoulders that come in to a relatively small waist, a triangle shape I developed with years of swimming competitively before college. Since then I have added lean muscle, giving myself a solid 6-pack and a decent set of pecs and biceps. I wasn’t a small guy either, standing just under 6 ft tall. The rest of me was pretty plain. Blonde, short hair and brown eyes didn’t seem like anything too special, but my exes seemed to like the combination.

Overall, the only things that has kept me from asking Melody out all these years were her own, numerous boyfriends. It was seriously like the moment she blossomed into such a beautiful woman, no one could keep their hands off of her. She dated someone for over a year, another for at least 6 months; she just was never single for very long. Even now, I’m pretty sure she has a boyfriend, though she doesn’t talk about him much.

Anyway, it was a hot summer. And it led to an interesting one.

“I’m so fucking bored…” John remarked when we were all hanging out in my basement, pigging out and trying to stay cool.

I threw the remote at him. “Shut up, John.”

“He’s right Nathaniel, we need to do something. Something fun,” Jo shot back at me, knowing I hated being called by my full name.

“Like what?” I asked.

“I was going with my friend Katie to her lake cabin over the long weekend, maybe you guys could come?” Melody said. “She just got dumped and we were going to go up for some detoxing, but it’s a huge house, I doubt she would mind you all coming.”

“Sick! I’m down, I already have it off work!” Brady announced as he got up and did a happy jig around the room.

Jessica chimed in, “Is your beau Jack going to be there, Mel? He creeped me out.”

“No, he was creepy. We only went on a few dates and then I ended it,” Mel replied.

“Good, then I’m in,” Jessica said.

We all agreed, and Melody left to call Katie, while the rest of us tried to get our shifts covered. I still couldn’t believe Mel was single. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship bursa escort at this point, though, so it didn’t matter.

“She’s in, as long as we bring lots of booze,” Mel announced on her way back into the room. “This is going to be so fun!”

Somehow, everyone managed to get their shifts covered, and we locked in our plans.

Two weeks later, I pulled into the Jays’ driveway with Mel, John, and Katie fucking around in the backseat while I chauffeured them. I was pretty horny that morning, and Katie was almost as hot as Mel; a natural blonde with huge tits and a giant ass. She was a bit short and thick for my taste, though. She was similar looking to Joanna and Jessica, actually. Both her and Mel were in short running shorts and thin tank tops, and were already wearing their bathing suits underneath. When I picked them up, I could see their nipples through their thin tanks, and I got hard fast. Watching Mel’s shorts ride up in the back seat didn’t help matters either. I knew I should have tried to get laid before this trip, because now I’d be horny the entire time.

We were taking the Jays larger SUV for the 45 minute long drive up to the lake. I opened the trunk to put in our overnight bags, and was taken aback by how much shit was packed in there, with barely enough room for our bags.

“Shit, Jo, why did you pack your entire house for a 3 day trip?” I asked, more teasingly than angry. Jo loved to plan and had taken over planning this trip, including getting food and everything else we needed.

“I didn’t want to forget anything… you’ll be thanking me when you realize I’m the only one who remembered to bring toilet paper.”

I shoved the last bag in the back and realized only one of the back-row seats was left open. “Jo, there aren’t enough seats in here. We can take my car too if you want.”

“I know, there wasn’t room. But no, that’s a huge waste of gas! It’s a short trip, someone can just sit on someone’s lap,” Jo replied.

Nearly instantaneously, Jessica yelled “NOSE GOES!” I was in the middle of shutting the trunk and was almost the last person, just beating out Katie and Mel, who weren’t really listening.

I was silently thanking God for beating them, because my manhood was still at half mast from my earlier erection and I didn’t want a sexy woman sitting on it for an extended drive.

“I guess it’s Mel and Katie sharing a seat!” I called out.

“No way, it’s Katie’s cabin! She shouldn’t be squeezing in for the ride!” John declared. “That leaves Mel with Nate,” he said as he winked at me.

He’s a bastard. “Come on, there isn’t enough room, why not make two girls share? They’re tiny!” I pleaded.

“Jessica is driving,” Brady called.

“Yeah, and I packed and it’s my car, so there is no way I’m sharing,” Jo added.

“Don’t worry, Nate, it’s a short ride. No biggie!” Mel told me with a smile.

“No biggie until she feels the biggie growing in my pants at the thought of her in my lap”, I thought

“Fine, fine, let’s get going then!” I said, and we piled into the car. As I watched Mel climb toward the back seat where I was situated, I had a great view of her cleavage. She had a few drops of sweat dripping down her neck, and they slid down into the crevice between her perfect tits.

I’m fucked, I thought. I tried to think about anything but her perfect ass heading towards my lap, but I couldn’t.

“It’s so hot, sorry I’m sweaty,” she said as she turned to look at me just as she landed in my lap. She must have instantly felt my giant bulge, because she shot back up and hit her head on the roof of the car. Her face turned bright red as she lowered herself back down and quickly looked away from me. I’ve always been grateful to be well endowed at 8 inches, but there was no hiding my excitement in a situation like this, and I was never more embarrassed than I was that day.

Katie sat up and turned to face Mel and tried to whisper something into her ear, which I heard without trouble due to our proximity.

“Your brother is sexy, you’ve been holding out on me!” she said just as John slid into the seat next to her and she flipped back around and began a conversation about something unimportant while she touched his arm flirtatiously.

Once we got off the highway into the back roads after about ten minutes of driving, the car went over all sorts of bumps and curves, causing Mel’s firm ass to rub all over my throbbing cock, only increasing the size of my erection. It felt so good to have her against me like that, and it took everything I had not to grasp her hips and grind her into my cock until I exploded. Actually, what I really wanted to do was slide those sexy little shorts and I’m sure scandalous panties down to her ankles and stick my rock hard cock deep inside her little pussy, fucking her hard in the car with everyone in front of us just a few feet away. But that needed to get out of my head, and quickly.

In twenty minutes, the entire back seat was asleep, and bursa escort bayan Brady wasn’t far behind. I decided that I had better use this opportunity to make it less awkward, since Mel hadn’t said a word to me the entire ride. I’d been thinking only of basketball, and I had managed to reduce the size of my manhood a decent amount. Just as I was about to open my mouth, Mel turned her head and whispered to me, “don’t worry about it, it’s not a big deal.” Then she turned away again.

That went well, I thought. I decided to try and change the subject and make it less awkward. “So, Katie’s into John, huh?” I whispered.

“She’s just on the rebound, wants to jump someone this weekend.”

“Joanna won’t like that,” I whisper back, and we both shot a look toward Joanna, who was fast asleep against the door.

“I know,” Mel whispered. “I feel bad, but Katie is just a bit of a horn dog. She’d be after you if it weren’t for…” she began to explain before blushing quickly trailing off and beginning a new sentence, “Anyway, never mind. But I’m going to encourage Jo to make a move this weekend anyway. That shit needs to happen already.”

I tried to convince her to go back and explain, thinking maybe, just maybe, Mel had warned Katie to stay away from me, “I agree about Jo, but what do you mean she would be into me if it weren’t for something? For what?” I whispered.

“Oh… yeah… she just… doesn’t like blondes,” Mel responded, although it seemed like an excuse to me. Whatever, it didn’t matter anyway, I wasn’t going to go for it and make things awkward.

“Gotcha,” I replied, and our conversation moved on to other things. The entire drive took a little over an hour, since Jessica was an EXTREMELY cautious driver, and by the time we arrived I had to pee horribly, which took my mind off of my excitement and allowed my erection to go down.

When we got out, I ran to the bathroom, had a quick pee, and then returned to the car to help unload. It took seconds after the car was empty for Katie to announce our next step. “To the beach!”

The guys and I had to get changed, but the girls headed down the hill to the little beach along the lake. There was also a dock with a slide and ladder into the water. By the time we arrived, the girls were nearly done applying their sunscreen.

“Jo, thank you for remembering the sunscreen!” I cried in admonishment as I pulled her into a big bear hug. “You’re my hero!”

“Yeah, yeah, Casper, I knew you would need a lot. I have you covered,” she said, laughing at my silliness.

I began to cover myself in the sunscreen, protecting my light skin from the death rays of the sun that I knew would ruin my weekend if ignored, being so pale skinned.

“Brady, can you get my back?” I asked when I had finished the rest of my exposed skin.

“Sure dude, after Jessica is done with mine,” He replied lazily.

“I’ll get it for you!” Mel piped it, getting up and grabbing the tube.

This girl was really testing my resolve. Her touch was electric and she rubbed her hands up and down my back, sliding her fingers slightly below my waistband to account for any movement of my suit. I was on the verge of pitching a tent, and had to watch Jessica rub a huge glob around on Brady’s hairy back to avoid it. It was gross and did the trick, and I managed to get through the amazing back rub I was receiving without much issue. At least I knew she did a good job; Mel was as pale as I was and was always good about putting on sunscreen.

After letting our sunscreen soak in, we all headed into the water, some on floaties and others just paddling around. I swam competitively for about ten years until I graduated from high school, so I loved the water. We slid down the slide into tubes and had a blast. Melody looked amazing the entire time, the water glistening off her body, her dark bikini hugging all the right places and offering plenty of side boob. Overall, it was a good show, and I was rarely fully soft.

After some time, Mel, Brady, and Jessica had gotten out of the water and we’re lounging on the dock. I was faster than all of them combined, probably, but those left in the water still insisted on having a swim race. Once I creamed them, Katie decided they needed to have a rematch, but that I should have a handicap.

John, always quick to put me in a compromising position with Melody, responded quickly, “Mel, ride on his back while he swims!”

“Wow, that’s an awfully big handicap,” I replied, trying to get out of any situation where I had to touch Mel with this little of clothing.

“Shut up, Nate, I’m light as a fucking feather, you ass,” Mel snapped back, diving beautifully into the water.

“I mean, that’s not… I didn’t mean to say…” I stuttered out as she swam to me and climbed on my back. I stopped talking when she flashed me a gorgeous smile, and I knew she was kidding. As she settled onto my back, I felt her nipples, hard from the cold, rub against my back. Fuck, escort bursa it was hot. Her toned legs wrapped around me and I let my hands graze past them as I set up for the race.

“Mush, mush!” Mel said as she smacked me on the ass. If she was going to flirt, so would I.

“You better hang on, we are going to fly,” I said as I turned to her and winked. “When I start swimming, just wrap your arms around my stomach and lay down. Feel free to kick,” I instructed her. She nodded at me and looked ahead with determination.

“Go!” Katie called from the dock.

And I was off. It was incredible feeling her hard nipples press into my back as I flew through the water. Her weight did nearly nothing to slow me down, and as she and I kicked our legs rubbed together in a very sexy way. Occasionally, when I brought my hand up, I grazed it over her ass. It felt so good to touch her. I wanted so much more.

We quickly reached the dock, though with a slightly less substantial lead than last time.

“That was really fucking impressive,” Katie noted. “I thought that would slow you way down, but you were still so fast!”

Everyone began laughing and joking again, and Melody slid off my back. Quietly, so I could barely hear her over the loud music we were playing, she said, ” I hope that you aren’t fast at everything.” She made what I thought was a fast glance at my package before she turned to The summer before my Junior year of college was a hot one. I was back at home, and on ours days off, my high school friends and I did everything we could to try and stay cool while still enjoying the summer- but it was tough. Our usual pastimes like hiking or walking around downtown had truly lost their charm in the heat.

My group of friends included two guys, Brady and John, who were in my year in high school, but both went out is state for college. I’d known them most of my life, and we were pretty close, despite our distance during the school year. We also usually hung out with Brady’s girlfriend, Jessica, and her twin Joanna, who we often referred to as “the Jays.” Both were pretty cool girls that we all got along with well. They both went to Brady’s college. Brady and Jessica were madly in love, and everyone but John knew that Jo had a thing for him, she was just to shy to say anything to him. He was completely oblivious.

Our group usually included John’s younger sister as well, who had just finished her senior year in high school, and was bound in August for the same in-state university I attended. Her name is Melody, and boy, was she something.

Despite being the youngest in our group, Mel never missed a beat. In fact, she was probably the most mature, intelligent one of us, and was always ready with a snappy comeback whenever we teased her about her age. She was also fine as hell. Literally one of the sexiest girls I have ever seen. She has long, dark black hair and dark eyebrows that made her deep blue eyes shine incredibly bright. Despite those harder features, she had a face that showed her gentle nature, and her skin was milky white. She was an average 5 ft 7 inches but had a toned and tight body from years of cross country running. Her legs were long and lean, and her ass was round and firm. I could usually not keep myself from staring at it. Unlike many runners, however, her tits were not flat, but big and juicy, filling out her tight running shirts and sports bras.

Needless to say, I had been extremely attracted to her for the last 4 or 5 years, when she started to look less like John’s baby sister and more like a smoking hot sex god. Lucky for me, John was well aware of my feelings for his sister, considering I was horrible at hiding them, and seemed to be keen on the idea of us getting together. He had noticed many a boner due to her skimpy pajamas or tight running clothes. Most of the time he just said something stupid like “It’s so sweet Nate, we could be, like, brothers!”

John was great, but intelligence was not his strong suit.

Anyway, John’s approval did nothing to keep me from going after his sister, and I’m not insecure about my looks or anything like that. I mean, Mel is definitely out of my league; she’s out of everyone’s league, but I’m not horrible looking or anything. In fact, at 20, I was in the best shape I would probably ever be in. I hit the gym 6 days a week and it showed; I have wide shoulders that come in to a relatively small waist, a triangle shape I developed with years of swimming competitively before college. Since then I have added lean muscle, giving myself a solid 6-pack and a decent set of pecs and biceps. I wasn’t a small guy either, standing just under 6 ft tall. The rest of me was pretty plain. Blonde, short hair and brown eyes didn’t seem like anything too special, but my exs seem to like the combination.

Overall, the only thing that has kept me from asking Melody out all these years are her own, numerous boyfriends. It was seriously like the moment she blossomed into such a beautiful woman, no one could keep their hands off of her. She dated someone for over a year, another for at least 6 months; she just was never single for very long. Even now, I’m pretty sure she has a boyfriend, though she doesn’t talk about him much.

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Fresh out of the jungles of Vietnam, I disembarked from the plane in San Francisco and caught a cab to the Greyhound Bus Station. Had to wait an hour and a half for a bus to take me to Salina, Kansas. A tad over a day and a half later, just as the sun was setting, I was standing on the front porch of my folks’ house. I had my right hand raised, ready to knock on the door when I remembered I still had my key from when I was still at home hanging from a boot string necklace I had around my neck. I took off the necklace, inserted the key in the key hole and turned the knob.

Hoping to surprise them, I cautiously pushed the door open and slipped inside. “So far, so good,” I thought as I closed it behind me and turned the lock. I was headed for the kitchen when I heard my mother screaming.

I turned and headed for the stairs. I took them three at a time, reached the top and sprinted down the hallway to my parents’ bedroom. Without any hesitation on my part, I shoved the door open and saw my dad, his hands around Mom’s neck, pressing her naked body against the far wall, her feet dangling a couple of inches above the carpeted floor.

My mind went blank. The last thing I remember clearly was putting my hands together, raising them high into the air and slamming them down on the back of my dad’s neck with all the force I could muster. When I finally came to my senses, Mom and I were sitting on the edge of her bed, my arms wrapped around her still naked body.

I caressed the back of her head as she sobbed into my shoulder. At a loss for words, I watched, almost mesmerized at the sight of her pink-tipped, heavy breasts rising and falling with her every breath.

Gradually, her sobbing ceased until all I heard from her was an occasional sniffle and a short sigh.

“I’m sorry, Mom,” I told her as I leaned in to give her a quick kiss on her cheek.

At the sound of my voice, Mom turned her face towards me. It was like someone had glued our lips together and we were powerless to break contact. I embraced her and pulled her in closer. She responded with an urgency I would have expected from a lover; not from my own mother!

Mom turned slightly and wrapped her arms around my waist, pressing her nearest breast into my chest. The softness of my semi-erect cock had transformed itself into a rigid, swollen piece of man flesh. She breathed deeply and noisily through her nose. Her mouth opened slightly. Her tongue was now pressing against my lips.

I welcomed her oral invasion, sucking her tongue deep inside my mouth. After a mere moment of submission, I became the aggressor and soon, my own tongue was pushing hers back to where it had come from. I cradled a breast in my left hand and squeezed it ever so slightly.

Mom groaned as my thumb circled the hard, swollen nipple. Her body trembled in what she would later describe as the first orgasm she’d had in years. Suddenly, Mom pulled her face from mine.

“This is so wrong,” she gasped.

I dropped my hand from my mother’s breast but, still held her close. We maintained our embrace for several seconds before she pulled away from my embrace. Now on her feet, she ran for the bathroom, slammed the door behind her and locked it.

I sat on the edge of her bed, my head still full of desire. I went to the bathroom door and knocked.

“Go away,” Mom shouted. “Leave me alone.”

“Just wanna talk,” I said.

“There’s nothing to talk about. Go away!”

Due to the lateness of the hour, I went to my room, undressed down to my boxers and climbed into bed. I pulled the covers over me and went to sleep, holding my semi-erect rod in my hand.

I was awakened just after midnight, my mother’s screams bouncing off the walls. Thinking that dad had come back to finish what he’d started, I jumped out of bed and ran towards my mother’s room. The light of a full moon filtering through the window let me see that dad hadn’t returned. For that, I breathed a sigh of relief.

Mom, lay in bed, thrashing about, screaming, “No! Jasper, no!” over and over again. Her movements had thrown the covers off her. She was wearing a black, sheer babydoll crop top with matching granny panties. Despite the situation, my cock began to harden.

I shook her gently. “Mom,” I whispered soothingly. “It’s alright, Mom. I’m here.”

That calmed her down considerably but, she was still sobbing and talking in her sleep. “I didn’t do anything wrong,” she said. “I didn’t.”

The sobbing, accompanied by a river of tears continued. So, I did the only thing I could think of. I covered her near nude body, went to the other side of the bed and climbed in beside her. I scooted over until we were spooning, put my arm around her and cradled her breast in my hand. Immediately, her sobbing stopped and her breathing returned to normal. I fell asleep with her breast in my hand and my aroused flesh pressed up against the crack of her ass.

—–

I awoke sometime later on my back, a feeling of warmth surrounding my swollen manhood. Still half asleep and thinking I was alone in my own bed, I reached bursa escort for my aching shaft, fully intent upon relieving the pressure that was building up in my balls. It was when I touched my mother’s bobbing head that I remembered where I was and how I had come to be in her bed.

When Mom pulled back and let my stiffness fall from her mouth, I put both my hands on the back of her head and asked her to continue.

“No, son,” she said. “I can’t.”

“You can’t just leave me hanging, Mom,” I told her. “It feels so good. And I was about to cum.”

She hesitated for a moment and then allowed me to slide my cock back into her mouth. “Only because I feel like I owe you something for rescuing me,” she said just before she took me deep.

I heard her gag when the head entered her throat. But that didn’t stop her from enveloping the entire length of my pulsing rod until her nose was touching my patch of pubic hairs.

Her throat muscles constricted around the head, causing an involuntary shiver to consume me. I could feel my balls lurching as they prepared to send my molten lava into Mom’s mouth.

She must have felt something also because she pulled back until her lips were surrounding the crown of my one eyed snake, wrapped a hand around the shaft of my straining erection and began to stroke it while her tongue lightly caressed the head.

My warning that I was about to cum came in the form of a loud growl. I pushed my throbbing manhood as far into her mouth I could. I grunted as my first eruption coated the back of her mouth. I could feel Mom swallowing each time my balls pushed another load of my hot seed up and out of my pulsing rod until I had nothing more to offer.

Mom licked me one last time before she moved up to lay beside me. I could taste myself on her tongue as we kissed. I pushed her babydoll top up and over her breasts and captured a hard, pointed bud between my lips and sucked gently, using the tip of my tongue to flick its tip.

“Oh, god,” mom moaned when I switched to her other nipple and gave it the same treatment.

After about a minute my mouth left her breasts and I kissed the smooth, naked skin just below. Several times I licked the valley between those beautifully formed mammary glands before I began my downward journey to my ultimate prize.

I paused at her belly button, licked the area around it a couple of times before I kissed it, each time penetrating it with the tip of my tongue.

Mom made a hissing sound as she sucked air into her lungs. When I left her belly button and started to go lower, she placed her hands on the back of my head. “No, son,” she said in a voice barely above a whisper.

I stopped what I was doing and looked up at her.

“I can’t let you do this,” she told me.

Temporarily thwarted in my efforts to give her the same kind of pleasure she had given me, my open mouth hovered just above the waist band of her panties. “Why not?” I asked.

“It’s wrong, son.”

“I wanna do what dad either couldn’t or wouldn’t do,” I countered.

Mom remained silent.

“How many time have you had to fake it with dad?” I asked.

“Too many times,” she said, her voice barely above that of a whisper.

I slid my hands inside the leg bands of her panties. “You won’t ever have to fake it with me,” I told her as I used the forefingers of both hands to massage her clit.

“Nooooo, baby,” Mom whined.

I ignored her feeble pleas and continued to massage her sweet spot. I pressed my face against her panty covered mound and lightly nibbled at her erect love button. Goddam! It was twice as big as any other clit I had ever seen!

Mom’s no’s were now yes’s as she urged me on. “Do it,” she hissed. “Do what your father never could.”

I continued nibbling at Mom’s clit while I slid my hands out of the leg holes. I grabbed the waist band and quickly pulled her panties down to her knees. I released my hold on her clit long enough to pull them completely off. Mom spread her legs in order to give me better access to her sex.

“Eat me,” she said. “Lick your mommy’s pussy, son. Make me cum.”

I decided to ignore her request for the time being. Instead, I got on my knees and sat back on my heels. I lifted her left foot and brought it to my face. I kissed her ankle and then I lightly licked at her instep before kissing my way across the top of her foot until I reached her big toe.

Slowly, I sucked that toe into my mouth, treating it much like she’d recently treated my cock. I made circles around it with my tongue and, after several seconds, I let it slide past my lips.

Mom moaned her pleasure when I used my thumb to massage the bottom of her foot. While I was massaging her foot, one by one, I paid homage to her other toes; licking and sucking each one individually.

I switched and, after about five minutes of intense worshipping of her other foot, I moved on towards my goal, leaving a trail of saliva up the inside of her leg. Mom moaned even louder when I began to lick along the crease that separated her thigh bursa escort bayan from her vagina.

Taking care not to come in contact with her clit, I gently licked along the top of her dense forest of hair until I reached her other crease. After lining it with the wetness of my tongue a couple of times, I pushed her legs high in the air and pressed the tip of my tongue against the wrinkled skin of her ass hole.

I could feel Mom’s body trembling as I licked the area from that tiny opening to the edge of her hairy lips. Her chest rose and fell as she struggled to get air into her lungs.

I could smell her arousal as I slowly slipped my tongue inside her moist opening. Mom’s hips bucked with the rhythm of a woman who was quickly reaching her peak.

“That’s it, baby,” she said, her voice husky with desire. “Fuck me with your tongue.

After several thrusts of my tongue into her vagina, I turned my attention to her clit, capturing it between my lips and nibbling on its protruding tip. It took only a few seconds to push her over the edge.

Suddenly, Mom’s legs shot straight up into the air as she screamed her release. Her whole body stiffened as her orgasm consumed her. She grabbed my ears and held my face against her quivering quim. “Oh, fuck,” she shouted. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!”

Mom began thrashing about like a wild woman. She let her legs fall over my shoulders. Her heels were pounding my back mercilessly. The more I sucked on her pleasure button, the harder she pounded my back. Just when I began to think she was going to break a rib or two, her orgasm peaked.

Mom’s hips lifted off the bed as she shoved her mound in my face. She stiffened and, except for an occasional tremor, she lay still. One long sigh escaped from her lips. “Wow!” she said, her voice so raspy I hardly recognized it.

I slid her legs off my shoulders and lay down beside her. I took Mom in my arms and held her loosely, caressing her arm and shoulder. Mom kissed me lightly. “Thank you, son. I needed that.”

I smiled and said, “I love you, Mom.”

“I love you, too, son,” she told me.

—-

It was nearly 10:30 when I awoke. It took a few seconds to wipe the sleep from my eyes. It took a bit longer to get my bearings and realize that I wasn’t dreaming. I was in my mother’s bed. That’s when it all came flooding back to me. Mom and I had spent half the night having oral sex.

I threw the covers off and swung my feet over the side of the bed. Just as I started to stand, I noticed a sheet of paper, folded in half, laying on the night stand. My name was written on it. I picked it up and unfolded it. It was a note from Mom:

Son,

Last night was wonderful. You made me feel something I have never ever felt before. We caught each other in a moment of weakness and we filled each other’s needs. What we did was wrong on so many levels, and we must not let it go any further. If you feel it is necessary, we can discuss this in detail when I get home.

Love, Mom

My heart sank. I couldn’t believe what I had just read. I read it twice more, my mind twisted around the fact that what Mom and I had done last night would never happen again; nor would we ever take our love to the next level. I hurried to the bathroom, took a shower and put on some fresh clothes.

I had to confront her about the note. I hurried downstairs, picked up the phone and called a cab. Half an hour later, I was walking through the doors of the B. F. Barkley building where my mother worked. I rode the elevator to the twelfth floor and exited. Her office was directly across the hall.

I opened the door, went inside and up to Mom’s secretary’s desk. “My mom in?” I asked.

“She is but, she asked not to be disturbed,” the anorexic looking redhead told me.

I started for the door to Mom’s inner office. Ignoring the secretary’s demands that I not bother my mom, I opened the door and stepped inside. Mom looked very surprised to see me.

I locked the door behind me and made the ten or so steps across the floor to where she was sitting. Without saying anything, I took her by the shoulders, helped her to stand and then turned her to face me.

Mom didn’t resist when I kissed her. She didn’t do anything but stand there while I probed her lips with my tongue. I slid my hands down to her ass and pulled her against me. I rubbed the hardness of my arousal against her mound.

A groan came from deep down inside her. Almost unperceptively at first, I felt her move against me. Soon, Mom’s mouth was open and she allowed my tongue to slide inside. For a few seconds, she was the aggressor, using her tongue to push mine back inside my mouth, exploring every inch of my gum line she could reach. Now she was groaning and grinding against me like she meant it. Her hands roamed up and down my back. A few seconds later and she was pushing away from me.

“No,” Mom told me, breathlessly. “I told you in the note . . .”

“To hell with your note,” I growled. “You expect me to believe that thing after what we did last night? Don’t tell escort bursa me you didn’t enjoy every second of it.”

Mom turned and stared out the window. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I . . . I . . . did,” she said.

“Then what’s the problem?” I asked.

“It’s wrong, son. A mother shouldn’t do things like that with her own son.”

I stepped up behind her and put my arms around her, cradling her breasts in my hands. I gave them a slight squeeze. A shudder went through her when I nibbled on her earlobe.

“How can it be so wrong,” I whispered, “when it feels so good?”

She extricated herself from my embrace, went back to her desk and turned to face me. A single tear rolled down her left cheek. “I want you, son,” she said. “More than I have ever wanted anyone or anything in my whole life. But, it just isn’t right.” She shook her head. “It’ll never work.”

I stepped up to her and embraced her once again. I kissed her and, this time, she was quick to respond.

Even before our lips made contact, Mom pulled my face to hers and, in an instant, she captured my mouth with a hungry urgency that made my cock swell even larger than it already was. She nibbled at my lips and teased me with her wet tongue, pressing it against my lips and pulling it back each time I opened my mouth to accept its advances.

I put my hands on her thighs and pushed the hem of her skirt up until it was bunched just above the swell of her hips. I pushed them over her cotton panties and filled them with her soft, pliant butt cheeks; kneading them, massaging them, caressing them.

We were both breathing heavily into each other’s mouth, neither of us willing to pull away from our unholy connection.

Hungry with desire, I raised my hands a bit higher, took hold of the waist band and began to pull them down off her hips. I had the about mid-thigh when Mom broke our kiss. She placed her hands on mine. “No, son,” was all she said.

“But, Mom. I’ve got to have you.”

Mom shook her head. I stepped back, unhappy and disappointed. It must have shown on my face because she immediately placed her hand on my rigid shaft and squeezed it softly.

“I just meant, not here, sweetie. Don’t want anyone to hear us. Besides, we don’t have time.”

“But . . .,” I began.

Mom pressed her finger against my lips. “I have an important meeting with my senior partner, Mr. Jordan, to strategize for an upcoming court case. After that, I have an appointment that I can’t get out of.”

Feeling the imagined rejection, I gave my mother a quick kiss and turned to leave.

“Wait.”

Her soothing voice and the delicate touch of her hand on my shoulder made me turn back around.

Mom pulled her panties back up and let her skirt fall back down her creamy thighs. She opened a desk drawer and picked up her purse. She opened it, put her hand inside and retrieved her wallet. She took out a hundred dollars and handed it to me.

I took the money from her and hesitantly asked, “What’s this for?”

“Like I said, son. I have some things to do and I can’t just reschedule these appointments like I can others.”

“And?” I left the question hanging, waiting for Mom to continue.

“And,” she continued. “use that money to get a cab to Jammer’s and wait for me and we’ll get a bite to eat while we discuss our future.”

“So, I have to drink coffee for three or four hours waiting for you to show?”

Mom stroked my cheek and took a credit card from her wallet. “No, baby. The Marriott is right across the street.” She handed the card to me. “Use this to get us a room.”

I couldn’t hide my enthusiasm. “All right!” I exclaimed.

“Just text me the room number.”

Forty-five minutes later, I sent Mom a simple text:

Room 502.

—-

At about six in the evening I awoke to the sound of the hotel room door being opened. Through the slits of my sleep filled eyes I saw my mother coming towards me. The bellhop was behind her, carrying a garment bag and two small suitcases. He hung the garment bag in the closet and laid the suitcases on the nearest bed. I waited for him to leave and then I gave her a hug.

“My goodness, son,” she said as she extricated herself from my embrace. “You act like you haven’t seen me in ten years.”

“Can I help it if I miss you and want to be with you all the time?”

Mom smiled at me. “Easy, son. I was only joking.”

Mom dropped her purse on a nearby chair. “I had to stop by the house and get some things,” she said. “Looks like we’ll be staying here a few days.”

“Oh. How come?” I asked.

“I gave your father three days to get his things and clear out.”

“Good for you, Mom.”

I pulled her close and kissed her. As our tongues were doing battle, I began to massage her breast. Mom broke contact. She took a step backwards and began to undo the buttons on her blouse.

“No, son,” she said when I tried to help her. “We haven’t the time. I need to take a shower before we go down to get something to eat.”

I stood there gawking as she got naked, my throbbing erection threatening to punch its way through my shorts and my pants. Mom stepped out of her panties and tossed them at me. She smiled but, said nothing when I quickly pressed the gusset to my nose.

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