Sons , Lovers #01

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Chapter 1: The Anniversary

Copyright 1995

It was the fifth anniversary of my Dad’s death and my Mother was feeling down. Although she was only 41 and has a knock-out, drop dead gorgeous body, she hadn’t developed much of a personal life for herself. I decided to take her out to dinner and a movie to help get her mind off of things.

Dinner was wonderful and we had a great time. We laughed and talked. We drank some wine and even danced some. Mom hadn’t mentioned Dad once the whole evening. I knew that this had been right thing to do for her. When it came time to decide what movie to go to, Mom said that she would just prefer to get a video and watch it at home where we could relax, and talk and drink some more wine. So we rented a romantic movie that she had been wanting to see, and a bottle of wine and then headed home.

When we got home, we kicked off our shoes and got comfortable on the sofa in front of the TV. We turned off the lights and Mom nestled into my shoulder with my arm around her as we settled in. We had brought the wine bottle out and had managed to finish it off pretty quickly. After the first hour of the movie we seemed to have lost track of the whole world, at least I know that I wasn’t really paying attention well.

As the movie’s romance developed I could feel Mom’s warm breath on my chest and her hand resting on my knee. I absent-mindedly stroked my hand up and down her arm. Without realizing what I was doing, my hand lightly stroked her breast. I caught myself when I heard her quickly draw in a breath in response to my touch. I was about to take my arm from around her and apologize when she shifted her body to give me better access. My hand rested fully on her breast. I wrapped my hand around her tit and squeezed as I pressed into it.

“Mmmmm… That feels good John.”

I slid my hand over and unbuttoned her blouse so that I could move my hand inside it. I slipped my fingers into her bra and caressed her bare tit. I could feel her nipple harden under my palm. Mom’s bra opened in the front and I unsnapped it to free her straining tits from their confinement. I kneaded her firm, full tits with an urgency that could only come from a forbidden passion.

Mom lay back across my legs to look up at me. She pulled my head down to meet hers and pressed her soft, full lips into mine. Her lips parted to let my tongue probe her mouth. In return, she sucked on my tongue like her mouth was a vacuum. My cock stiffened as we kissed passionately. I knew she could feel it press into her back. While one of her hands caressed my neck and kept my face pulled into hers, I let my hand slide down and creep into her skirt. I eased my hand into her panties and the soaking wet hair of her pussy. One of my fingers snaked through her jungle and into her cunt like it had a mind of its own. Mom gyrated her hips under my hand as I finger-fucked her.

When Mom broke off our kiss, she looked up at me to stare deep into my eyes. Without looking away, she pulled my hand out of her pants and brought it up to her mouth. She took my fingers into her mouth one at a time and I could feel her sucking and licking her pussy juices off of each of them in their turn. After she had finished with my fingers, she moved my palm over her mouth and licked it clean as well. If you don’t know how arousing it is to have your fingers sucked and your palm licked, I recommend you to experience it for taboo heat porno yourself.

Without speaking a word, Mom got up off of the couch. She stood before me with her blouse open and her tits quivering in their freedom with each deep, ragged breath she took. She took my hand and led me into her bedroom. Only the moon shining through her window gave us light as she closed the door behind us to seal us in there together. As we stood before her bed, Mom kissed me like a lover while she opened my shirt. Her fingers ran through the hair on my chest. She slid her hands around to my back and pulled me towards her so that her tits pressed into my chest. Her leg slid its way up along my leg and wrapped around the back of my leg. Her hands moved down to grab a double handful of my ass and she crushed her body into mine as her hips danced her pussy over my crotch. Our tongues dueled within our mouths and our two bodies breathed as one.

Mom broke off our kiss to bend forward and run her nails across my chest as she sucked and licked my nipples. She worked her way down my body to explore my navel with her tongue. Mom reached her hands down between us to undo my pants. She sat me on the edge of her bed and bent down to remove my shoes and socks. She sucked on my toes and licked between them. After she had finished with my feet, she reached up and eased my pants and underwear off of me.

Once I was naked and had moved back to lie fully on her bed, Mom stood before me and began to slowly remove her own clothes. In the pale light of the moon she looked like an angel preparing to give herself to me. When she had nothing on but her garter belt and stockings, Mom crawled onto her bed with me. She wrapped her hand around my cock and jacked it up and down several times as she locked her eyes into mine. When she had my dick hard, she bent down to it and enveloped it with her lips.

Most blow-jobs I’ve had were just the girl basically jacking me off into her mouth. Mom showed me what a real blow-job was. While she used her hands to lightly scratch through my chest or to grab my ass and probe my asshole with her finger, she used only her mouth on my dick. She licked and sucked my cock like a lollipop. While holding my cock in her mouth with her lips she licked the pre-cum out of its tip with her tongue. She swallowed my dick down to the base until I could feel it in her throat and pulled back to its tip with her teeth lightly raking against my shaft. She let my cock slip out of her mouth and then grabbed it using only her lips and her tongue to put it back into her mouth. Mom did things to my dick with her mouth, her lips, her teeth, her tongue and her breath I had never dreamed were possible. All I could do was entwine my fingers in her hair and hold on for the ride.

I felt Mom twisting around and suddenly her pussy was directly over my face. I pulled her cunt to my mouth and we sixty-nined each other for what seemed like a year. I stuck my tongue as far into her cunt as it could reach. I sucked her love button between my lips and licked across it with my tongue. Mom responded by grinding her pussy hard into my mouth. Soon she was cumming and I could taste a new wave of her juices as they flowed over my tongue and flooded my mouth. As she came, Mom let my dick slid out of her mouth and sat up on my face as she continued to grind her cunt into my face.

“OH, JOHN… LICK teach that bitch porno ME… FUCK ME WITH YOUR TONGUE… GOD! THAT FEELS SO GOOD…”

When she was finished cumming, she climbed off of me and lay beside me on her bed.

“I can’t wait anymore, John. I’ve got to have your cock in my pussy. I need you to fuck me so badly. Please, fuck me now. Fuck your Mother.”

I didn’t need another invitation. I quickly positioned myself above her and she grabbed my cock to place it into between her pussy lips. I slowly pushed my hips forward to sink the whole length of my cock deep in my Mother’s cunt. She let out a cry of ecstasy I was sure the neighbors could hear. Holding myself up on my hands, I fucked my rock hard dick in and out of Mom. I would pull back unto only the tip remained inside of her and then begin a long, painfully slow down stroke that let her feel my shaft run along every inch of her pussy wall. I used everything I had ever learned about fucking, little though that was, to try to give Mom the best fucking of her life. I could tell by her moans and the way she was moving her hips around and meeting my every down stroke with her own upstroke that she was enjoying it.

“OH GOD… OH, YES.. FUCK ME, JOHN… GOD, YOU’RE FUCKING ME SO GOOD… OH MY GOD, LOVER… YES, YES, MORE… DEEPER, BABY, DEEPER… GOD, YES… FUCK ME, FUCK MEEEE…”

After a while, Mom wrapped her legs around me to pull me deeper inside of her. Her own movements were getting faster and wilder and I knew that she was ready for me to fuck her faster as well. I may not have had the sexual experience or skill that my Mother had, but I did have youth and the energy that comes with it. I pounded my cock into Mom’s pussy like a jackhammer breaking a sidewalk apart. Mom was raking my back with her fingernails and biting into my shoulder to keep from crying out. Her tits were bouncing up and down like basketballs. We were both reaching climax and I determined to make her cum with me. There was no way I was going to deny my Mother this orgasm.

“Cum with me, Mom… I can feel you tightening up… you’re ready, aren’t you…”

“GOD YES, JOHN… FUCK ME… FUUUCK MEEEE… HARDER, LOVER, HARD-HARD-HARDER… YES… FUCK MOMMY… OH GOD, YES… DON’T STOP… I’M… OH GOD… I’VE NEVER… I’M… CUMMING, CUMMING… OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD… FUCK ME, LOVER… YESSSS, YESSSS… I…”

Suddenly I couldn’t hold back any longer. Mom’s legs pulled me hard against her as I shoved my cock into her pussy as far as I could. I held it in there as I felt my cum shoot into her time and again as it flooded her cunt. She squeezed my dick with her pussy to drain every last drop of cum out of me. Our juices mingled and seeped out to soak our pubic areas. I could feel our hairs as they became matted and tangled.

When Mom and I had both finished cumming, I collapsed on top of her as my arms refused to support my weight any longer. My cock was already shrinking but she kept her legs wrapped around me to hold me inside of her longer. She pulled my mouth to hers. We kissed for as long as we could before we were forced to separate so that our exhausted bodies could suck in the air they so desperately needed.

I rolled off of Mom and lay beside her with my arm around her. She huddled in close and rested her head on my chest. Her fingers softly stroked my chest team skeet porno and she would occasionally bend her head over to kiss my chest or my neck, or to lick the sweat off of me. For what seemed like the longest time, the only sounds to be heard in that room were us breathing. Mom was the one who eventually broke the silence.

“God… I’d forgotten how good a no-holds-barred fuck feels.”

“Mom, Why haven’t you seen anyone since Dad died?”

“I loved him. At first I thought I would be dishonoring his memory to try to find someone else. After that, it just became easy to tell myself I didn’t need or even want anyone else.”

“Are you sorry about what we did?”

“No! Heavens no. You were wonderful. You’re a great lover. I needed this. I used to enjoy sex so much. I just needed a good fuck to remind me how much I need to open myself up again… figuratively and literally.”

We both laughed and then slowly fell asleep in each other’s arms. I was awakened a few hours later because of this wonderful dream I was having. As it turns out, it wasn’t a dream. Mom had my dick in her mouth and was giving me another of her incredible blow-jobs.

“I thought you might be ready for another go-round? I hope you don’t mind.”

“Mind? Of course not, Mom. I’m here anytime you want me.”

“I’m ready for you to fuck me again. I want to do all of the things I haven’t done in so long. Do you want to be your Mother’s new lover. Are you “up” to it?”

I didn’t say anything, I just kissed her… and then I fucked her again.

The next day, she called in sick from work and I skipped my classes. We spent it and the week-end that followed making love in every imaginable way and in every imaginable place. We fucked on the stairs; we fucked on the kitchen counter; we fucked on the dining room table; we spread chocolate sauce and whipped cream over each other, licked it off and fucked; then we fucked in the shower. I fucked her standing up; I fucked her sitting down; I fucked her lying on my back (my favorite) and I fucked her doggie style (her favorite). I fucked her between her tits, I fucked her in the ass and I fucked her with a dildo. I lost track of how many times and how many ways we fucked each other. It was just unbelievable.

Over the next several months we continued to explore the many possible ways and places to have sex. She blew me while I was driving; she blew me in a crowed movie theatre and she blew me from under a restaurant table. I’ve returned those favors for her pleasure. We fucked in the rain; we fucked on a mountain; we fucked in a field after a picnic; we fucked under the stars while camping; we fucked on a sailboat; we fucked on a beach and we fucked while swimming. We fucked on her office desk while she was working and we fucked in my car between my classes. We fucked in a moving elevator; we fucked on a swing; we fucked in a hot tub; we fucked in an alley, and we even fucked in an airplane bathroom. One night I brought another guy over so we could fuck her together, and she once brought another girl over so they could both fuck me. There are still so many possibilities left to try. I can’t imagine a better teacher or lover than my Mother. She’s taught me more about sex than I could have ever hoped to know or learn on my own.

Lately, Mom has been seeing a few guys regularly and has fucked several of them. I’ve been dating, as well (the word has gotten around about my new skill in bed and I have since become very popular with the ladies at my college… Thanks, Mom). We tell each other everything that we do with someone else. But, sometimes, one of us will be in a special mood and then…

She says I’m still her favorite and I let her know that she’s still the best.

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Sophie Becomes Daddy’s Favorite Toy Ch. 03

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Sophie lay back on the bed feeling full and totally exhausted. She was full of cum and loved it. She hadn’t been unable to take all of her grandfather’s monster cock down her throat, but had given it her best shot. She loved being fucked like this. She wasn’t sure what that said about her, but she didn’t care. All she knew was she wanted it all the time and could have it without leaving the house.

Everyone cleaned up and went out to the kitchen for a drink. Sophie had reminded her father that he had said he would let her fuck him in the ass and suck a cock for her. And she was going to make sure he held up his end of the bargain.

“Soph, I told you I’m not gay.”

“Well Daddy, you never know you might like this. There are other men who like it and they’re not gay. All I ask is that you give it a try.”

“David, do you think I’m gay?” Her grandfather asks.

“No Dad, why would you ask that? You’re the toughest guy I know.”

“Well I love to get fucked in the ass. It feels great. I also like to return the favor. With enough lube, you’ll never find a tighter hole to pound into.”

His sons stared at him in disbelief. “Are you serious Dad? You’ve fucked men in the ass and had it done to you?” Josh asked him still disbelieving.

“Yep, I’m serious. For a while I had to go outside the family to get it, but now I don’t. I was tested for all the diseases and when I found someone within the family that wanted it, I didn’t go outside again. I’m not sure why this family loves to fuck each other the way we do, but…what can I tell you.”

Sophie excused herself and went off to the shower. Although she loved the smell of cum, she needed to get cleaned up. Feeling better she went back to the kitchen for a bottle of water and was surprised to find her men still in the kitchen. teen porno Turning the corner she found her uncle on his knees and her grandfather feeding him his huge cock.

“That’s it son. Eat it. Eat your daddy’s cock.”

She stopped in the doorway and watched as her grandfather fucked her uncle’s mouth. She was wet instantly. What an absolutely erotic sight. Her uncle was gagging on his cock but he didn’t give up. Finally, Pop pulled Josh off. I know he saw me, but he didn’t say a word. “Ok David, it’s your turn. Get on your knees son and let me feed you this monster of mine.”

She watched her father hesitate, but also noticed that his cock was rock hard. Which only proved to her he liked what he had just seen. Slowly she watched as Pop fed her daddy his cock. He took more than Josh had and that made the old man moan. Sophie had slid a hand between her legs and had begun to finger her pussy. She didn’t want to interrupt and break the mood. Her grandfather pumped his cock in and out her daddy’s mouth for several minutes and then stopped. It seemed he had a plan in his head and he was following through it with. Seeing his look around the kitchen for something, she pointed at a cabinet behind him. She smiled seeing him pull out the Vaseline.

“Joshua, get on your hands and knees.”

“What….why me?”

“Because I said so boy that why.”

Hesitantly Josh got on his hands and knees, he was scared she could see it, but thought he was excited too, because his cock was still semi-hard. She let out a soft moan watching her grandfather lube up her uncle’s ass and his cock. Then Pop was pushing into him, slowly inch by inch. Josh was telling him it hurt but Pop didn’t stop. He just told him to relax. By the time Pop’s cock was halfway in Josh had quit tricky masseur porno complaining. And within minutes he was moaning.

“You like that son? You like having your Daddy’s cock taking your cherry?”

“Oh fuck, I never knew it feet so fucking good.”

“I’ve only got half my cock in son, you want more?”

“Oh yes, give it all to me. Fuck me with that big cock.”

“Say please Daddy.” Pop said.

“Please Daddy, feed me all of that big cock. I want it all.” Pop didn’t hesitate and fed more and more of his massive cock into her uncle ass. She peeked around the corner the see her father stroking his cock and licking his lips. She knew they had just turned a corner into a whole new world of sex and she was thrilled.

“Oh fuck, oh Joshy, Daddys going to cum. He’s going to fill you full of his cum.”

I waited till then to step into the kitchen. “Save some for Daddy, Pop. Give him some so he can stroke his cock harder and cum all over Josh.” Her grandfather smiled at her and she pushed her father over to them. She smiled and moaned as her grandfather shot his cum not only in his son’s ass, but up his back and then all over her father’s stomach and cock. Her father moaned and began stroking his cock harder and faster and then soon he was shooting his load all over Josh’s back.

To Sophie’s surprise her grandfather dressed and started toward the door.

“Pop where are you going?”

“I’m done sweetie. I need a shower and a bed. But thank you.”

“For what I didn’t do anything.”

“Oh yes you did. Do you have any idea how long I wanted to fuck that boy’s ass. You’re father is next. But just not tonight, I think everyone needs to clean up and get some sleep. He was right of course. So that’s what she did. She türkçe alt yazı porno went upstairs and climbed in bed. In her own bed, not her Daddy’s bed.

She broke the news to him in the morning. “Daddy, I’ve decided that we’re not going to have sex until Tuesday when Corrine comes. I want us to be extra horny. I might even see if I can find some Viagra. I want you to stay hard for a long time.”

“Well after last night I actually need a little break. Soph, I can’t believe what I did last night. I sucked my own fathers cock.”

“I know Dad and it look like you liked it too.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re cock was rock hard the entire time.”

“You watched?”

“Yes, I didn’t want to break the mood so I sat on the steps and watched. I must have cum 6 or 7 times. It was so hot. Hey where is Uncle Josh?”

“He left early this morning. Said he needed to get home and tie up a few loose ends. He seemed a little embarrassed about what had happen.”

“I’ll call him later on. Could you see the look of shear pleasure on his face while Pop pounded him. He loved it. I think a lot more than he wanted to.”

“Maybe you should let it drop Soph and not call him. Maybe he’s upset.”

They didn’t talk about it again and instead went about their daily chores. It was only three days before Corrine would be there and they would open another door.

Sophie waited until her father had left to run errands and then called her Uncle. After a brief conversation he admitted that he was embarrassed because he had always dreamed about that happening. He told her he loved women but always wondered what it would be like to fuck a man and vice versa. He had to leave because he was so conflicted.

After several minutes she was able to convince him that it was ok. And told him he had to come back on Tuesday. Telling him he had to see her and Corrine go at it, not to mention he might be able to have his fantasy come true. Better they keep it all in the family than going out and finding strangers. After he promised her he would be there they disconnected and she felt better.

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Kasha Ch. 01

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When I first came across Kasha at work I thought she would not last around for more than a week. Simple reason being she looked painfully shy and for a job that required to speak to customers all day I didn’t think she was suitable for the position.

However she proved many of us wrong. She impressed us by catching on real fast. By early next week she was dealing with almost all the customers without any problems. I never thought I had any feelings for this girl until our first staff night out.

All the staff used to get together once a month and go out and have fun. This specific month we chose a Saturday as usual and decided to go to an Italian place.

“Wow is that Kasha coming!” exclaimed Tami. We turned around and our jaws hit the floor when we saw Kasha. She had contact lenses tonight instead of her glasses which showed off her gorgeous blue eyes, straitened her blonde hair and wore a strapless black dress that showed off her 34 D cleavage substantially.

“Hi guys,” she said as she reached us.

“God, you look gorgeous hon,” said Tami giving her a hug. The guys however were still way too shocked to speak.

“Hi Dan,” she said shyly as she walked next to me.

“God, Kasha you look stunning!” I stuttered.

“I just wanted to surprise everyone, especially you,” she whispered before walking ahead showing off her voluptuous figure.

The night went off enjoyably with a lot of Italian food and alcohol. However I kept on missing large chunks of the discussions as Kasha was sitting right next to me and our legs would occasionally touch. On one occasion Kasha had to use the ladies and when she tried to get up her chest pushed hard against my shoulders, needless to say I was unable to stand up for quite some time.

“Ok guys I will see you on Monday” Said the manager before dropping me and Kasha near the tube station.

Kasha was playfully holding my hand as she walked down to the platform.

“Oh crap!” I swore as I saw on the information board that the tube line I normally take was cancelled.

“Just fucking great! How the hell am I supposed to go home now,” I commented clearly pissed off.

“Hey screw this just come over to my place and crash there. My roommate’s away for the weekend anyway,” Kasha commented.

“You sure it’s ok with you mate?” I asked not wanting to intrude.

Instead of answering me she got hold of my hand and made me walk with her to the other side to catch the tube to her place.

“I should have brought a coat if I knew it was going to be this cold,” complained Kasha as we sat inside. I gently pulled her towards me and put my hand around her.

“Is that better hon?” I whispered. Kasha looked at me and nodded slowly. The 15 minute ride felt like hours as I held her tight in my arms and she leaned her head on my shoulder. All this close body contact was turning me on and I was sure she could see that.

“Ok this is my stop. Come on,” said Kasha. However I was in no position to get up just yet. She giggled at my discomfort and walked ahead to give me some time to adjust my erect member before walking.

“That stranded teens porno was funny Dan,” giggled Kasha. I just nodded sheepishly and walked next to her.

“Hug me again Dan. It felt real good what you were doing in the tube,” she whispered.

I looked in to her gorgeous eyes and smiled. I put my hand over her shoulders again and pulled her close to me. In return she put her hand around my hip and held me tight as we started to walk slowly to her apartment.

I admired her body again as she struggled to open the door to her place. I commented how nice the place was as she excused herself to the bathroom. I was looking at some of the pictures she had in her room when I felt two hands from behind hugging me.

“Hey your hands are freezing!” I complained playfully and turned around. Without her heals she came only to my shoulders but she looked cute nevertheless.

“I wish I could give you something to change but I don’t have any cloths suitable for you,” she said.

“Oh don’t worry I usually sleep in my boxers anyways,” words came out of my mouth before I could stop.

“Oh that’s going to be interesting,” she giggled and sat on the small sofa. I took my blazer off and sat next to her.

“I never thought we will be here like this Dan,” she said dreamily with her head on my shoulders again. I nodded absentmindedly and stated to play with her hair.

“You must be boiling with the shirt on, let me take it off for you,” she said and started to unbutton my shirt without waiting for my reply.

“Someone works out a lot!” she smiled at me as she took my shirt off. I grinned at her and pretend to pose for her.

“Ok my turn,” I said cunningly.

“You wish!” she slapped my hand playfully. She walked into the bathroom and returned few minutes later in a t shirt and from what I could see just her panty.

“Wow!” I exclaimed as I saw how nice her legs were. Her large breasts were making the t shirt stick out.

“Stop staring!” she said grinning and switched the TV on before joining me again. Minimal cloth on Kasha was turning me on real bad and my cock was threatening to tear my pants.

“My legs are freezing,” complained Kasha before reaching for the large blanket on the bed.

“Why don’t you take your pants off and then we can cover ourselves properly with the blanket,” she suggested. I quickly agreed, turned around, pulled my pants down and quickly joined her under the blanket before she could see how turned on I was.

Our naked legs’ touching each other was driving me crazy with pleasure. I brought her face closer to mine and pulled her closer.

“God, this feels so great Dan,” she said looking up at me. I smiled at her and tilted my head and gently kissed her. She responded and kissed me back. I slightly parted her lip and inserted my tongue. Out tongues started to play with each other as I tasted Kasha for the first time.

Kasha was a damn good kisser. She trapped my tongue inside her cute lips and started sucking on it. This was turning me on a lot. I pushed her on her back and moved student sex parties porno on top without breaking our kiss. Pressing against her large boobs felt great. I slid my hands inside her t shirt and unclasped her bra.

Slowly I traced my lips from her lips to her ears. I gently started to kiss her earlobe and flicked my tongue around it. Kasha moaned loudly and hugged me harder.

I traced my tongue down to her neck and started kissing her neck all over.

“God Dan, What are you doing to me,” she moaned. I smiled at her and kissed her lips before pulling her T shirt off her. Her half open bra was not hiding anything. I pulled them off her and admired Kasha as she lay there just in her lace panty.

“You look stunning hon,” I whispered as I gently licked her ears again. She moaned again, reached down and slid her hand inside my boxer. I moaned as she found what she was looking for and started to stroke it gently.

I traced my tongue around her boob purposely ignoring her nipple. She bit her lip to stop herself from moaning loud and pressed her boobs to my face. I tortured her a bit more before I gently flicked her nipple with my tongue.

“I am coming babe!!!” she screamed as she pushed her body on to mine and came hard.

“God, I’ve never come this hard,” she exclaimed.

“Get used to it,” I teased her as I started to suck on her gorgeous tits again. She held my head with her hand as I moved south. I traced my tongue around her navel as my hands gently parted her thighs.

Her panty was full of her pussy juice and was dripping. I ignored her pussy for now and kissed her inner thigh. She moaned in protest and tried to guide my face to her fully aroused clit. I grinned to myself and continued kissing her inner thigh. I traced my tongue up closer and closer to her pussy. The smell of her pussy was really turning me on. Wanting to taste it I started to pull her panty off her. She quickly lifted her hip to make it easier for me.

I removed her panty and smelled it as Kasha smiled shyly as me. I moved closer to her pussy and gently licked her outer labia tasting her pussy juice.

“You taste great hon,” I mumbled as I continued licking her pussy. She moaned loudly and guided my face to her clit. Her clit was sticking out like an erect cock. I started sucking on her clit and I reached up and pushed a finger inside her cute mouth. She started to suck on it hard as I did the same to her clit. I pulled my wet finger off her mouth and inserted it inside her dripping pussy.

“Oh God, that feels great!” she squealed as I gently started to finger fuck her. She started moving her hips increasing her pace. Taking it as a positive sign I insert another 2 fingers inside her pussy and started to finger fuck her fast. She held my head tight as she approached her second orgasm.

“Oh Dan!! Faster faster! Urgh!!!!!!!!!” she screamed as she came hard the second time that night. I took my fingers out of her pussy and tasted her cum on my fingers.

“God I am exhausted!” she whispered as she motioned me to come submissive cuckolds porno up. I moved up and kissed her and held her as she drifted to sleep. With my cock fully erect I knew there was no way I was going to sleep while lying on top of her so I stood up and gently carried her to the bed and lay next to her watching her sleep.

I must have dozed off like that because I was woken suddenly when I felt someone tug my boxers down. I looked down as I saw Kasha kneeling in between my legs as she removed my boxer off. My semi erect cock was not semi erect anymore as I saw her grinning at me.

“Its payback time,” she whispered as she gently licked the head of my seven inch cock. I moaned loudly as she traced her tongue from the head down until she was gently sucking my balls one by one. She spread my legs wider and traced her tongue lower until she was licking around my ass as she was stroking my fully erect cock.

She moved up again and took my cock inside her pretty little mouth. I knew she was experienced giving head as my cock slowly but surely started to disappear inside her mouth. She did not stop until my pubic hair was grazing her nose. Watching this cute little thing deep throat me was making me close to my orgasm.

“I am gonna cum soon babe,” I moan warning her in advance. Kasha started to move her head faster and faster. I got hold of her hair as I started to move my hip faster and faster.

“Urgh!!!” I grunted as I exploded. Kasha expertly pulled away at the last minute and let me cum all over her tits. She milked me dry and then sucked me again to make sure my cock was dry before going to the bathroom to clean up. Completely satisfied and clearly exhausted I was fast asleep when she came back.

Kasha’s warm body next to me did not keep me asleep for a long time. What seemed like seconds later my erect cock was pressing hard on her ass as we spooned in silence. A soft moan escaped her lips. I realized she was not asleep either. I gently turned her aside and saw her smile at me sleepily. I tilted my head and kissed her sweet lips. Our tongues greeted each other passionately.

Kasha pushed me on top of her without breaking our embrace. I positioned my erect cock on the entrance of her love hole. She closed her eyes and hugged me hard as I pushed in. Her pussy was so wet my seven inch cock went inside her smoothly.

“God, it feels so good,” she muttered as she started to raise her hip to meet my strokes. Our bodies started to move together as we gently made love for the first time.

I hugged kasha as she opened her legs wider and held them to give me maximum access. I started to increase the pace as she started to moan louder. I knew I was close but I wanted her to climax with me.

“Let me know when you are close babe,” I whispered to her as I started to pound her pussy. I was doing my best to control my climax by distracting my mind. But when kasha pulled me close to her and inserted her finger in my rectum that did it.

“I am coming hon!!” I grunted as I pushed my cock deep and shot my seeds inside her womb. She hugged me tighter and came at the same moment.

Our bodies were covered with both our sweat. I admired her relaxed body and kissed her lightly on her nose.

“God that was great,” I muttered while drifting away to sleep again.

“Oh shit you were not wearing a condom!” exclaimed Kasha and stood up quickly. Needless to say after that we didn’t have much sleep that night…

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Son Wants Mom Ch. 07

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“Note to Readers this is another chapter of an ongoing story if you haven’t already read the first chapters I suggest you do before continuing with this and the following editions.”

Thank you GrrrreatImagination for editing my story

All characters in this story are over 18.

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Heather thought she was dreaming about Brendan fucking her as she moaned softly. The cock that was sliding in and out of her pussy, however, made her know that it wasn’t a dream.

Opening her eyes she looked at Brendan who was smiling as he slowly pumped in and out of her.

“What a nice way to wake up having your big hard cock in my pussy,” she purred.

“That isn’t what Mom said but that is ok, your pussy feels wonderful,” Brendan replied as he slowly pushed his 8″ cock all the way into Heather’s pussy holding it there.

Heather squeezed her pussy on Brendan’s dick as he leaned down and kissed her. Softly and tenderly Brendan slid his cock in and out of her cunt. He tenderly made love to his cousin as their tongues intertwined each other.

Brendan could sense by her breathing that she was getting ready to cum. He thrust into her quicker moving his hips from side to side. Heather sucked on Brendan’s neck hard as she flooded his cock with her orgasm.

He slowed his pace after she came sliding in and out of her soaked pussy slow, Heather was sucking so hard on his neck it actually hurt him.

His breathing picked up causing her to suck his neck harder; Heather felt his cock pulse inside her as he shot his load into her pussy. He pushed in as far as he could, emptying the remainder of his cum inside her. Heather released his neck and kissed him for what seemed like hours.

Cum was leaking down the crack of her ass as Brendan’s cock softened inside her. “I love you, that was wonderful,” Heather whispered in his ear. “When we sleep together in your bed, you can wake me this way anytime.”

“You mean when we wake up in our bed,” Brendan whispered before kissing her again.

Heather was wearing a tight tank top with no bra and a skin tight pair of pink shorts, was cooking eggs on the stove.

Brendan only had a pair of shorts on when he walked behind Heather cupping her breasts as she flipped the eggs. Heather wiggled her ass against his groin when he leaned down and kissed her neck.

“I can’t believe you are horny again so soon,” Heather stated as she felt his cock hardening against her ass.

“I am always horny around you, ever since I felt your pussy for the first time,” He replied.

“Well to be honest, that pussy really loves that big cock of yours inside her too,” Heather purred.

“It looks like you two are having fun while you’re cooking breakfast,” Tammy said as she walked into the kitchen wearing just her robe.

Heather instantly placed two eggs and four pieces of bacon on the plate, handing it to her aunt.

“Thank you honey, I am starved from burning so many calories last night,” Tammy replied, “It reality kings porno sure looks like you have had a lot of fun already Brendan, looking at that hickey on your neck.”

“Yes, Mom it has been a very good morning, Heather and I are going to run into town for the day do you need anything?” Brendan replied as he pulled on a t-shirt.

“I can’t think of anything right now, but if I do I will give you a call, you kids go and have fun. And OH one more thing, don’t do anything that I wouldn’t do,” Tammy teased.

“Well that allows us to do a lot, we will see you later,” Heather replied as she and Brendan walked out the door.

After finishing her breakfast, Tammy straightened the house, and then hopped into the shower. As she was washing her pussy she thought it’s no wondering your sore from all the action you have received the last couple of days.

She finished showering and walked into her bedroom closet. She looked through her clothes thinking, “There isn’t any sense wearing too much, I am sure I will be naked when the kids come home.”

Tammy pulled the peach spaghetti strap, braless blouse over her head and then pulled her white miniskirt up over her ass. No sense to wearing panties either she thought as she dried her hair. She finished applying her makeup and mascara and then headed downstairs to her computer.

She sent a few e-mails, played a few games on the computer when she thought, “It’s too nice out for me to sit in here all day, I need to get some sun.” Tammy walked out to the pool, pulling her arms through the straps of her blouse, lying down on the lounge chair. She was daydreaming about all the sex she has had the past couple of days when she heard a vehicle pull into the driveway.

Tammy thought it was just Brendan and Heather returning so she continued lying on the lounge chair. Suddenly she heard a knock and a man’s voice saying, “Hello is anyone at home?”

“Yes I am out here at the pool,” Tammy said as she stood up forgetting she pulled the straps down on her blouse.

Rick’s younger brother Steve, who Tammy always thought was cute, walked around the corner of the garage to the gate of the pool.

“Hey Tammy, how are you doing? I know that Rick isn’t here but do you think I could borrow his chainsaw?” Steve asked as his eyes were staring at her nearly exposed tits.

“No, he won’t mind at all, let’s go into the garage and I will get it for you,” Tammy replied as she exited the gate. As she was entering the garage she thought, “I know that Rick wouldn’t mind me teasing Steve a little and since he is married that is all it would be.”

“Follow me” she said as Steve quickly followed behind her.

“He keeps it right here in this cabinet,” Tammy said as she walked to the back of the garage, opening the cabinet doors. She reached up to the top shelf, pulling the chainsaw out and then lowering it down. She instantly smiled because she knew her tits have spilled out of her sexmex porno blouse as she turned handing the chainsaw to Steve.

“Here you go Steve,” Tammy said handing him the chainsaw.

“Thank” was all he could say as his eyes were transfixed upon her tits.

Tammy let him stare for a few more seconds and then said, “Woops, I am sorry Steve; I forgot I pulled the straps down to tan and these babies decided they wanted some air.”

“You don’t need to apologize; I love that look, why are you pulling your straps back up?” Steve questioned.

“Oh, I am sure that Laura’s are nicer,” Tammy said as she readjusted her tits inside her blouse.

“They are nice, but yours are too and like I said I enjoyed the view,” Steve replied as Tammy noticed the obvious bulge in his shorts.

“What about gas? Don’t you need that too?” Tammy asked.

“Yes, it’s a gas-oil mix, it should be in a small jug,” Steve replied.

“This may be it,” Tammy said as she bent over retrieving a jug from the bottom shelf. Steve was staring at her ass anyway but really focused his eyes, when Tammy’s miniskirt lifted exposing her ass and pussy to him. Tammy deliberately took her time retrieving the jug to ensure Steve had a really good show.

Standing back up, Tammy handed Steve the jug saying, “Here you go, you should have everything that you need now.”

Steve took the jug and then set it and the chainsaw onto the ground saying, “Actually, no that isn’t everything that I need.”

He walked toward Tammy grabbing her head with his right hand and her ass with his left, pulling her against him, kissing her roughly.

Tammy felt Steve’s hard cock pressing against her stomach as his left hand slipped under her skirt cupping her ass. His right hand was sliding the strap of her blouse off her shoulder as he drove his tongue further into her mouth.

Tammy pulled her head back breaking their kiss, breathing heavily said, “Steve we can’t do this, if Laura found out we would be in big trouble.”

“She will never know or suspect this and by the way you teased me today, I know that you want it too,” Steve stated as he pulled the other strap down, pulling her blouse over and exposing her tits once again.

“Steve, please we can’t,” Tammy pleaded as he picked her up carrying her over to a waist high cabinet. “We really should not do this, Steve” she begged as he removed his shirt and shorts.

Tammy stared at his cock as he freed it from his underwear it wasn’t as big as Rick’s but it was almost as thick. “Steve we really shouldn’t be dooooooooooing this,” she screamed as Steve plunged his cock into her pussy.

Steve was pounding his cock into Tammy’s pussy as fast and as hard as he could, shouted, “You know you wanted this, you like this don’t you?”

“Yes it feels so fucking good,” Tammy moaned as he fucked her harder.

“I knew you needed some cock while Rick was away, I am glad I needed to borrow his chainsaw, this sindrive porno worked for both of us,” Steve commented as he grabbed her tits squeezing them roughly.

He was slamming her pussy with his cock, when he stopped and pulled it out of her. Tammy moaned wanting it back inside her pussy. “Isn’t that part of the garage carpeted?” Steve asked.

“Yes it is why?” Tammy replied looking at the portioned room. Steve scooped her into his arms carrying her to the carpeted room.

“I am going to fuck you hard and rough, you like that don’t you?” Steve questioned Tammy.

“Sometimes, it really depends on the mood that I am in.” she replied.

“Well if you’re not in the mood you better get into it because that is what you are going to get, now get on your hands and knees,” Steve demanded as he lowered her to the floor.

Tammy obediently got on her hands and knees lifting her ass into the air. Steve positioned himself behind his sister-in-law, slamming his cock into her pussy. He began fucking her fast when she suddenly screamed, “Ooooooh,” as his hand slapped her ass.

“You like this don’t you?” “Slap” Steve questioned as he slapped her other ass cheek. “Don’t you?” “Slap”

“MmmmHmmm” Tammy moaned as her ass got slapped again. Tammy was extremely excited by Steve’s brutal fucking; she thrust her ass back against him, pushing his cock further inside her.

“Tell me how much you love this,” Steve demanded as he slammed into her slapping her ass again.

“I fucking love it, your cock feels so fucking good, and I love it when you slap my ass,” Tammy screamed. “SLAP”.

Steve reached underneath Tammy grabbing her tits roughly into his hands. He pinched and twisted her nipples hard as he began using faster shorter strokes inside her. Steve continued fucking her harder twisting her nipples causing her to moan loudly.

He then released her tits, grabbed her hips and began really slamming into his sister-in-laws cunt. He slapped her ass once last time as he pulled his cock out of her pussy, yelling, “Come here.”

Tammy crawled toward his cock, taking it into her mouth as he blasted his load into her mouth.

Tammy swallowed blast after blast of Steve’s cum.

“You are a good cumslut aren’t you? Swallow it all,” Steve exclaimed.

“MmmmHmmm” Tammy replied as she swallowed.

“I knew by the way that you were teasing me that you needed some cock,” Steve informed Tammy as he finished dressing.

Tammy stood up, pulling the straps back over her shoulders and was readjusting her tits, replied, “Actually I was just teasing you, I thought you wouldn’t ever cheat on Laura.”

“If it is within the family, I don’t consider it cheating, I am still going to be with Laura and you are going to be with Rick, so why not mix it up a little?” Steve replied.

“Well it was fun, I agree but you sound so much like your brother it is scary.” Tammy stated.

“Well, where do you think I learned it from?” Steve laughed.

“True, brothers do share a lot of things including their wives don’t they?” Tammy giggled.

“That they do, and I can’t wait until I have to return the chainsaw, I will bring my handcuffs then,” Steve answered as he walked to his car carrying the chainsaw and gas.

To be continued…

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Son of Santa

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1.

After putting the finishing touches on the poster I was designing, I looked out on Nicollet Mall, the street that forms the beating heart of downtown Minneapolis. Seeing the people move about on the snowy boulevards and through the tiny skyway tunnels of my current adopted home, put me in mind of my birthplace, the North Pole.

I quit Illustrator and walked to my boss’s office down the hall. She was a kind-faced woman in her early seventies. She was hard when she needed, but when I asked her if I could leave early, she agreed without complaint. After a short elevator ride I walked to my stop and caught the number 18 bus. In a few minutes I was back at my apartment, and I showered, making sure my hair was dry so I wouldn’t get ice in it when I left again.

As I wrapped a towel around my midsection, I heard a ding from my phone. Wondering if it was a friend or my boss calling me back to the office because of an emergency, I took a look. I was surprised when I saw it was from my mother, but when I read the message I sighed, because it was one I had gotten from her many times, many ways.

“I can’t deal with him right now. Can I come stay with you?” read her message.

“Yes,” I replied without a thought.

I love my parents, but their relationship was a mess as far back as I could remember. When you see pictures of Santa and Mrs. Claus they always seem happy. But that’s what people want to believe, assuming they believe in us at all. My father might have been the perfect husband for some women, but not my mother. They rarely had big fights. He never abused her physically or emotionally. He never cheated on her, though I had seen many try to get to him, back when I had worked as his second in command. He was handsome in his way and I’m sure some wanted to advance their careers, but he never even seemed interested. His real mistress was his work.

I knew he wasn’t giving Mom the attention she craved. Probably sexual, though I certainly was never brave enough to ask. But you would have to be blind not to notice the hours he spent in the workshop, designing new toys, and working out in the field repairing and maintaining the extensive worldwide magic network he used to do his job.

Of course there was the massive spying operation he used to watch everybody who celebrated Christmas around the world. And though he always traveled on a ceremonial sleigh ride each year to a few dozen houses, the bulk of the work was done by teams of elves who used magical portals and brought gifts by hand. Even at his fastest speed, he’s only one elf. The time it takes to go down a chimney with a sack is really the choke point in the system. Others delegate, but he cared for the kids his work served, and he wouldn’t stop until things were perfect.

I didn’t mind it that much as a child. My mom and all the other elves made it so that I never really felt his absence. But that didn’t stop me from hearing her crying on the nights when he didn’t bother to come home, and might reappear the next afternoon and fall asleep. It broke my heart to hear those sobs as I fell asleep, and as a boy I often came into her room and offered to keep her company in bed. Often she would refuse, thinking that it was inappropriate, but sometimes the pain was too much and she would hold me for a little while. About the time I was ten she finally called a moratorium on that. But we still cuddle together during lonely winter nights with blankets and hot chocolate watching human television on our satellite dish. We were each others’ best friends.

Around my 100th birthday, I decided to move out. We are long-lived as elves, and maybe the Christmas spirit keeps my family going, because I don’t know of any other elf who has lived over a millennium, which my parents and I certainly have, and they don’t show the age that I have seen on those who have passed six or seven centuries on this earth. The first place I moved was Denmark, I think? It’s been so many years. I spent a long time, wandering throughout Scandinavia. It was brutal, but it was full of cold weather and warm hearts, like home. It was easier back then, pretending to be my own son or just moving to a different country. I often went back to spend time with Mom when she got lonely, and I’d always come back for Christmas.

I moved all over the various Christian regions of the world, seeing the great love and generosity of those people as well as the horrible crimes they committed in the name of their faith. As Europeans began to settle in the Americas I was saddened to see the bloodshed, and was heartbroken to see what the cultures that I had spent so much of my life among had done. But because I had lived among them for so long, I wasn’t surprised, so much as disappointed. But eventually, as all things humans do, America settled down for a little while.

In the early 1800s I took a ship to New York City. It had become harder to hide myself in Europe, and I thought in the vastness of the Americas I would never be caught and recognized as a person who had a non-human lifespan. But it seemed to get harder with each lifetime. mofos porno Especially after my first century as an American. But I kept on going. I felt bad that I would probably have to leave Minneapolis soon. I was playing 30 now, and could probably pass for really well preserved for a couple more decades. But I figured I ought not to worry about things I couldn’t change, and go get my mother.

The local gift transport station was in an old warehouse a few blocks away from my downtown offices. I decided to get in my car, as it would be a while before the next bus, and I knew she’d have luggage. I pulled up about 15 minutes later, and found some street parking. I shivered at the cold keys in my hands, bare because I couldn’t work the knob with my bulky gloves. I heard the telltale whoosh and tinkle of the transporter.

“Hi Mom. Wait up, I’m coming.”

I walked in between the stacks of toys and other gifts, winding my way towards where the transporter lay. I walked around a corner and was almost tackled by my energetic mother. She held me tight and said “I’ve missed you so much, hon.” I let her collapse into my arms.

As we let go of each other I marveled at how beautiful she remained. Her pure white hair, though I knew it went as low as her tailbone, was up in a neat bun. Her skin was so clear it seemed to sparkle. Light touches from her bag of cosmetics on her lips and eyes complemented the natural rosiness of her cheeks. She was quite tall for a woman, only a few inches short of my own six feet. Her curves were massive, showing that she didn’t shy away from touching her own stores of cookies, but definitely didn’t let herself go crazy on them like her husband. She was possibly the most beautiful woman I had ever met.

I tore my eyes away, and grabbed her suitcase. I rolled it out through the maze I came through, and with the exception of a few of the Twin Cities pedestrians that pop up out of nowhere in the middle of traffic, for no reason I could ever decipher, we had an uneventful journey back to my apartment.

” I just can’t handle him any more. I know it’s his busy time, but I can’t take it any more. I know I’ve said things like this so many times over the centuries. But this is it. I’m filing for divorce. I know it will hurt morale among the workers, but it’s not as if they don’t know what’s happening between your father and I.”

“I guess that might be what you need. If you need to stay with me for a long time, I understand. It’s not as if you have anyone else to stay with that doesn’t live at the pole.”

” Thanks honey. I don’t know if it’s sad, but I can always rely on you, even when I can’t rely on anyone else.”

“Well I love you Mom. I’m always there for you, whatever you need. I hope you know that.”

“Of course I do, honey. That means more to me than you may ever know.”

She enfolded me in her arms, despite being smaller than me. I knew life was about to get a lot more complicated. But I would support her. She was all I had. And she made up for all I didn’t have, by a pretty big margin.

2.

It was early November when she came, and as the days passed by she explored the city while I worked, and at night we binged on all the things we loved, staying up way too late. I was surprised to find a letter in my mailbox the week before Thanksgiving. it was from my father’s lawyer saying that he understood and would give her whatever she wanted, as long as he could keep the house. He knew she had been unhappy and didn’t want to cause a fuss. Mom read it with astonishment, and then we began to cheer. It was like a weight had been lifted from us.

Mom was back and forth from the pole over the next few days, needing to sign a few papers, but that really was the end of it. I had never really had a Thanksgiving because I’d never had a family to celebrate with me, but now I did. Mom and I made a great team in the kitchen. We didn’t have much to work with, but we made it sing. We enjoyed our little meal and each other’s company late into the night. We watched all the Christmas movies we could that didn’t have someone playing my dad in them. She was about to head to the bedroom, as I had taken up residence on the couch, and she embraced me. She moved to kiss me on the cheek, but an unconscious twitch left her kiss landing right on my lips. That was when everything changed.

As if some instincts buried deep within us had emerged, we seemed unable to stop kissing. We held each other tight and I could feel a stirring in my heart. And it wasn’t the only thing stirring. We slowly regained our senses, and pulled apart.

“I’m not sure we should have done that,” I said.

“Yeah, probably,” she replied.

I felt like I was going through the motions of disgust and confusion with this. I had kissed many women before, I’d kissed my mother before. It had never felt like that. I had a sneaking suspicion she felt the same way. But I was afraid to be hurt by the one person I had ever truly loved. So I said nothing.

3.

Things went on much as before after that. It was naughty america porno as if it had never happened. I worked, she explored the city, found new things to cook, and we had great nights. I figured nothing would happen. My office Christmas party was coming up, and I asked Mom if she wanted to go with me. She said yes and was even excited.

She teased me mercilessly as the days passed, saying that her dress would knock my socks off, that she’d be beating off my co-workers with a stick. I wanted to see but I held back my enthusiasm. I asked her a question that was unrelated.

“So what do I introduce you as? If I say you’re my mom, they won’t believe it. You look like you’re the same age as me.”

“Where did you tell them you came from?”

“Chicago.”

“Then just say I’m a friend visiting from Chicago.”

Finally the night had arrived. I waited on the couch, and when she came around I was not disappointed. The dress was deep red and radiant like a supernova. It took all of her ample gifts and magnified them tenfold. A snowy fur stole accented the whole ensemble. I tried not to stare openly at her cleavage. The dress wasn’t very low cut, but it didn’t need to be to show off the wonderland it covered.

She posed a little, laughing at my discomfort, then without warning, she dove on me and planted her lips on mine. I started, then gave into the moment. But I still felt a need to pull away, so I did.

“I thought we said we shouldn’t do that, Mom.”

“I don’t care. I’ve been so lonely for so long. I’ve loved you for years. I think you feel the same way. I don’t care if your father can see who I’m sleeping with. I don’t care if it’s supposed to be wrong. I haven’t felt this right in my life, ever. If you feel the same, we’re going to have a great time at the party, and then we’re going to tear each other up when we get home. If not we’re still going to have a great time at the party, and you’ll have the best wingwoman you could ask for. And we never have to talk about this again. So what’ll it be?”

“I can’t believe this is happening. But when the most wonderful person in the world asks me to have sex with her, how can I say no?”

4.

We made out on the couch for about ten minutes, and after we had put ourselves back together, I drove us down to the party. A carafe of hot cider, a very alcoholic punch bowl, and a few tables of food filled the office, as well as holiday decorations from every faith. I introduced Mom by her real first name, Kristina, which made some people laugh, my name being Kris like my father. I told them she was an old friend from Chicago who had moved to the city and was my girlfriend.

Being able to call someone my girlfriend was amazing. I had had a few in my days at the pole, but that was centuries ago. I could never open up to any woman or man I might be interested in, because I couldn’t tell them the truth. But now there was hope. I felt sure that something awful would happen, but damn it I was going to make the most of this!

The other men in the office radiated jealousy, as Mom and I scampered to and fro on the dance floor. Some of the women looked glumly at her as well, though I don’t know who they were jealous of. We ground against each other when the music called for it. We found some time to disentangle ourselves and I danced with my boss, and Mom danced with the male VP. I chatted sociably with my boss as the song went on, wishing I could tell her how thankful I was for this job, how much I was thankful for all the men and women I’d worked for, and who’d worked under me over so many years. But I couldn’t find the words, so I chastely hugged her, and thanked her for the lovely party.

As the party wound down, Mom and I sat. We ate from plates full of what we could scrounge from the decimated spread. No words passed, though we occasionally looked up at each other, and giggled each time we caught each other’s eye. She put her hand on my knee. I smiled. She moved her hand higher, and I tilted my head to her and mouthed, “not out here.” She looked over at the cubicles where less senior designers worked, and then back to me. I nodded, and when we were sure the coast was clear, we snuck over, hand-in-hand.

It took us a while to find a quiet spot. Low moans in a few rows told of those with the same idea as us, and a few slumped forms indicated those who had overindulged. When we had found a comfortable spot, the woman of my dreams slid onto a desk. I moved between her parted legs and pressed my chest onto hers. I gave her a peck and she giggled. I kissed a little harder and pushed ahead. I felt her moan as my body brushed against her clit.

“Turn around,” I whispered into her ear.

She shifted her weight and presented the zipper of her dress to me. I started moving it slowly, kissing each vertebra as it was revealed, until she poked me, indicating I should get on with it. So, with a little sigh, I pulled the zipper to its bottom, a little ways down her crack. I slipped a hand in and cupped what I could of a cheek, though public agent porno it overflowed my hand. I slid the other around to undo her bra, but I soon realized that was a two-handed job. I let go and deftly undid the clasp, after a few fumbles. My arms slid down around her middle, as the bra fell to the floor. I leaned over and nibbled lightly on her collarbone, to get an idea of how rough she wanted it.

“Harder than that,” she croaked.

“You asked for it.”

I moved my hands up to her breasts and squeezed hard, and she let out a squeal. She clapped a hand over her mouth, but a few chuckles throughout the cubicles let us know a few someones had heard. My hands came down to where her dress was still desperately clinging onto her body. A little push and she was back facing me, and I tore the garment off her hips.

“Oh, you brute!” she said, barely able to keep a laugh out of her voice.

I knelt and began kissing her calves, and then her thighs, every so often digging my teeth into her warm flesh. Each sound of joy was a new gift she gave me. I slithered my way up and planted a kiss at the top. In a brief moment her panties were gone. I slid a finger in, and moved my tongue around, first this way, then the next. I grazed my teeth against her lower lips as I moved. Soon she was gasping, shuddering, and crying, and then she lay still.

“Jesus, that was good,” she sighed, “I’ve never been eaten out like that. Even on our anniversary your father wouldn’t always try.”

“You probably shouldn’t use that f-word around here,” I whispered, “maybe we should continue this in a more private setting.” She nodded agreement, and we were soon back in my car. She leaned on me the whole way back, casting lascivious glances at my trousers, and several times I had to push her hand away from my fly. She pouted when I did that, but we did manage to make it home safely.

She sprinted into the bedroom, as I set down her bag on the front table. By the time I walked in she was naked and lying down. I marveled at her body. Just watching the rhythmic motions of her breasts was intoxicating. She lifted her head, smiled and patted the bed with some urgency. I sighed, as if granting a great concession, and began to undress. As my pants fell, and then my underwear, she nodded appreciatively at what she saw. She lifted herself up and in a flash she had my shirt off, a few buttons lay on the ground.

“Now you lay down, honey,” she said in her best mom voice. I did as I was told.

She lay on top of me, then slowly moved back, dragging her massive breasts along my body. As she retreated a little bit more, she slid her mouth onto me. Her mouth slid up and down me, but I soon realized she wasn’t planning to reciprocate what I had done for her. She just wanted to prime the pump. She moved her pussy right above my cock and held it there just a little too long. And then I was inside her. I clasped her backside as she rocked back and forth. She moved farther forward, letting her breasts fall where my mouth might find them, and so it did. I caressed her chest with lips and teeth as we thrust.

It felt amazing, but I thought I could do better. I nudged her and she rolled over. I started slow I leaned in for a kiss. My hand down her body, nails scratching her slightly as I traced the curves of her soft body. She groaned as it moved farther down, and when it reached her clit her voice caught, and I teased her with the hand as I moved in and out of her. She tried to hold back, but the stimulation was too much. She let loose with a roar of ecstasy.

“I love you son!” she wailed.

“I love you, Mom!” I echoed. Then, “Oh, shit!’ as I lost control.

Then we both passed out.

5.

We woke up a few hours later and stumbled into the shower. Before we knew it, she was pressed against the glass and I was giving her all I had. We made up for lost time over the week leading up to Christmas. Every place in my tiny apartment we could fit played host to our sweaty bodies. I don’t remember a time I didn’t find my mother beautiful, but as I continued to explore her body it seemed to contain new wonders. By Christmas Eve we were pretty worn out. We exchanged some small gifts, and set about trying to actually sleep together. As we drifted off in each other’s arms, we heard a sound of bells at the window.

I knew my father would come sometime. He sees everything, even the things he’d rather not. I guess I had hoped that Mom and I had more time together. But I wasn’t sad then. Maybe I’d be sad later, I thought.

“I wondered how long it would take you. I’m surprised it took this long, but I guess you were busy. I’d say I’m sorry but I’m not. I know it shouldn’t feel this right, but it does. Do your worst.”

“I love our son, Kris,” Mom said, staring Dad down. “Since he was born, I loved him like every good mother loves their child. But for centuries it’s been more than that. I know what you do is important, it’s why I first fell in love with you. It’s why I’ll always love you. But it’s been a long time since I got anything back, and your son filled in where you couldn’t. Not like he has for the past week, but in the little ways, keeping me company, hearing me, all the things you couldn’t. No one knows me like he does. No one loves me like he does. So say your piece and get out. We love you and your work. But we can’t let it define who we are.”

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Just One Glance

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Brad Winters had enrolled for a three day writing course on an egotistical whim. His first attempt at fiction, although pleasing to have published, had not sold enough copies to encourage him to give up his job in car sales, but the blurb for this course had specified, ‘for published writers who have had only moderate success.’ The fact that it was being held in a 4-star hotel, with excellent conference facilities, barely five miles from his home had made it an even more attractive proposition.

His hotel room on the first floor was neat enough with views across lavish gardens that seemed to burst with summer colour. That first morning the forty or so ‘would-be’ writers sat in a large hall to be given an outline of the intended programme. Brad was struck by the vast age range of the group. Some looked to be no more than older teenagers whereas there was a good smattering of over sixties.

For the afternoon session they were randomly divided into two groups, and Brad’s group were instructed to meet in conference room B. Brad arrived there to find chairs set out in a rough semicircle with a small lectern at the centre point. He took up a left wing position as the other chairs quickly filled, and, before sitting, he shrugged out of his suit jacket and hung it on the back of his chair

Sara Furlong needed her daughter, Jennifer, to persuade her to attend the writer’s course she’d spotted in a magazine.

“You’re one book hasn’t exactly set the world alight, Mum.” Jennifer had said, with her usual questionable tact. “This course may just set you in a more lucrative direction. And the location isn’t far away.”

“It’ll probably be all pointless talk,” Sara had replied, although she did wish to expand her experience. Working in the beauty department of a major store was interesting enough, but having written one historical novel, with one decent review, the idea of living off her writing had much appeal.

Jennifer gave her mother one of her pleading looks, “Maybe you could enquire if I could come with you. I wouldn’t mind being a writer after university.” Her grin was teasing, “I could probably make a fortune writing a disguised version of your confused love life.”

Smiling, Sara gave her daughter a gentle nudge, “It wasn’t that confused.” Sometimes she regretted having been so frank with her eighteen year old daughter about the men in her life.

So they found themselves sharing a comfortable twin bedded room on the first floor of the up grade hotel housing the course. For the afternoon session they found themselves in a smaller group of about twenty. Given the promised heat of the July afternoon, Sara had worn a thin, brown, sleeveless summer dress, and she and Jennifer placed themselves on the right hand edge of the semi circle of chairs.

Comfortably relaxed, Brad allowed his eyes to scan around the seated group, and, jokingly, he graded them—’older, older, young, my age, my age, older, young.’ There appeared to be an equal mix of men and women, as his eyes reached the far side of the semi circle, and he was proceeding,-‘old, young, my age, ol—’

That was the moment the whirlwind struck him. Brad’s eyes turned back to the woman in the brown summer dress he’d labelled ‘my age’. Even as he did so, he saw her avert her eyes. What the hell had struck him about her?

A tall grey haired gentleman moved to stand behind the lectern, placed some notes in front of him, introduced himself, and welcomed those present. Sara heard none of it. Her attention had inexplicably become focussed on the man directly across the floor from her.

When she’d first noticed him, he had been slipping out of his jacket, before sitting down. What troubled Sara at that early sighting was the spasm and pulsing that started deep down in her lower body. She didn’t know the man. He wasn’t exactly handsome, ‘rugged’ might have been a better description. Then his eyes were on her, and she quickly looked away. But, why notice him, and why this reaction inside her?

Brad was not hearing the speaker either. He was pondering the effect this unknown woman was having on him. Although he might have classed her as attractive, she was no raving beauty. A round face framed by neat tawny hair, curling outwards just above her shoulders. A generous swelling in the brown dress suggested a reasonable figure. Slender calves, leading up to smooth knees which she appeared now to be attempting to push the hem of her dress to cover.

Sara gave a quick glance and saw that he was looking down at her legs. Her movement to push down the hem of her skirt, as she hastily looked away, was almost involuntary. But as she did this, she could not resist another glance and this time their eyes held, and for an uncountable number of seconds they were locked into a thousand unanswerable questions.

Brad was amazed to find his breathing quicken, and it was he who had to break the eye-lock, by glancing at the young lady who sat to the left of the brown dressed lady.

By general appearance, face shape, hair colour this had to be some relative, younger fake hospital porno sister maybe. Prettier perhaps than her elder sister but there couldn’t be much in it.

Sara had been relieved when he looked away, for, during that long stare something had happened that amazed and almost terrified her. Already feeling the pulsing down there she had become aware that there was a moistening between her thighs. This was ridiculous. What kind of awesome power did this man have in his gaze?

The speaker’s voice was a mere background drone as Brad’s eyes were drawn back to this magnetic lady in the brown dress. Her eyes had remained on him but now as she looked away, he was able to intensify his gaze. In trying to define why she was having this effect on him he had another shock. His penis was pushing against his boxer shorts.

An erection? He’d only viewed this woman briefly from a distance of some ten metres. God, this could not be happening. Two failed marriages, a couple of long term affairs, and several one nighters over his 39 years, had prepared him for any effect an attractive woman could have on him. He would admit to fancying a sexy woman like mad. He had fallen in love with each of his wives within hours of meeting them.

But this was something beyond his comprehension. Sitting there, gazing across at her, only one thing dominated his mind, and caused his erection to throb frantically. He desperately needed that erection to be thrusting, vigorous and deep, up inside this unknown woman. No woman had ever produced that kind of immediate desire in him. Hell, she was gazing at him again, and the very air was electric. Was she some kind of witch?

Was there a lecture going on? Sara had little awareness of any sounds other than what was the hammer beat of her own heart. With each glance, with each connection of the eyes, something was becoming desperately, frighteningly, clear.

After one husband, three long term affairs, and several brief encounters, the three main orifices of her body had much experience of the eagerness of male erections. Sometimes it had been good, sometimes not so. But always, she had taken time to assess whether a man was going to be allowed access to her body. Now, here she was with an absolutely instant craving to have this unknown man’s hardness shafting into her, but only into that orifice that defined her as a woman.

One or two volunteers were being invited up to talk about their early writing experience. Brad could take in none of it. His mind was in a whirl. The response of his body staggered him. What significance was there in her eyes looking into his? Was he so desirable to this woman? That thought almost made him laugh. Yet, how could he be sitting here in some physical torment in his need to penetrate her? Determinedly he tried to concentrate on the current speaker. It was impossible.

“Are you going to volunteer, Mum?”

Her daughter’s voice brought Sara back to some level of reality, but she knew her voice was hesitant as she replied,” Of course not.”

“Are you all right, Mum?”

Sara could sense her daughter’s eyes upon her as she turned to face her and said, “Why shouldn’t I be?”

Jennifer’s eyes were questioning, “You look uneasy,” she whispered.”I thought you were trembling a moment ago.”

“Ssh, dear, I’m all right.”

But Sara knew she wasn’t all right. What might Jennifer have said if she’d told her she was mad with desire? It was the inability to account for it that was so agitating. All the impulses and pulsations of recent minutes were so out of character. This was like no situation she could recall. Try as she might to concentrate on what was going on around her she could not lose this wild urging of her body.

But how could it be resolved? She would keep her eyes away from the man. That was one answer.

Brad’s mind stewed over the question of what might happen. He had to keep his eyes away from that woman in brown. But it wouldn’t be easy.

At last the lecture wound down. Brad glanced at his watch, saw that it was four fifteen, as the speaker announced that tea would be served in the canteen. Grabbing his jacket, Brad stood up and held it in front of him to hide his still rampant erection. He knew he could not venture anywhere in his current state, and decided to get up to his room to cool off. Deliberately he kept his eyes averted from across the room.

“I could do with a cup of tea,” Jennifer said.

Not daring to look across the room, Sara nodded, before realising that her panties were so soaked that she feared there might be tell-tale odour. She had to change.

“You go and order the teas, dear,” she told her daughter. “I’ve got a slight headache, I’ll just pop up to the room for a tablet.”

Jennifer’s face showed her concern, as she said, “I knew there was something wrong. I’ll come with you.”

“It’s nothing. Don’t be silly. I’ll be with you in a couple of minutes.”

Out in the hotel foyer, Brad saw the number of people waiting for the lift. The ache fake taxi porno in his loins made him decide to take the stairs. Maybe the exercise would work it off. His pace on the stairs was deliberately slow, and he stopped to wriggle a couple of times to ease the pressure in his boxers.

Sara watched Jennifer head towards the canteen, and then, turning into the foyer, she saw the lift doors open, and two people emerged. Relieved, she hurried before the doors closed, glad to have the lift to herself. Quickly she pressed for the first floor.

By the time he’d reached the first floor landing, Brad was relieved to find that the pressure in his pants had subsided just a little. He slung his jacket over his shoulder as he moved past the lift doors and to his room door. Quickly he placed the key-card over the wall disc, and as he pushed the door open, he heard the lift doors part. About to enter, he was distracted by what was a choking, shocked, “Oh.” He turned, and the whirlwind started all over again.

The woman in the brown dress stood there, open mouthed, staring at him.

Sara was so anxious to get to her room without encountering anyone that, being alone in the lift, she had quickly removed her soaked panties, and crammed them into her small handbag. No risk of any odour now.

The lift doors parted and she stepped out. Immediately the pulsating started in her lower body, and some sound escaped her lips. There, by an open room door, stood the man who had got her into this state. His jacket hung over his shoulder. Sara guessed that the astonished look on his face matched what must have been on hers. She took on involuntary step, and mumbled, “I—You—What—”

Brad was transfixed by the nearness of her. Now he could see the delicate make up on her face, and he confirmed the shapeliness of her body. More than that though was the heaving pressure of his returning erection. He had to say something. “What-? We seem—I can’t—” Nothing sensible would fit together, but slowly she was moving, almost staggering, towards him. God, he so wanted her. Would she cry ‘rape’? With one long stride he had closed the gap between them.

Pure lust, Sara had never known, but it was upon her now. Her insides demanded the log hard invasion of her most secret part. She almost fainted as he came in close, and she felt his arms enfold her, while her own clung desperately at him. As their mouths came together, wide and wet, and tongues lunged and searched, something hard , oh yes, pressed against her thigh. She felt herself being turned to totter backwards towards the open door.

For Brad there had to be only be one outcome. At least her reaction had equalled his as he edged her back against the door frame, and round it into his room. His hungry erection pressed into her thigh. The passion in her kiss told him that the past hour or so had not been fantasy.

Pressed against the wall, Sara heard the door slam shut behind them, and she twisted her body to direct that hardness, but it was no use inside those pants. Frantically, her hand reached down, as she broke the kiss to gasp, “In me. Up me. I’m not—”

As soon as her hand moved onto his shielded prick, Brad reduced the pressure on her hips to allow her to complete her search. Her words could have been his words, and he responded, “Yes, yes, I’ve got to—” Amazingly in that short space of time, her hands had freed and were grasping his solid erection, and Brad thrilled at the warm hand on him.

Sara heard herself moaning as delightedly she discovered how easily his penis came free. Not so ridiculous now, this urge. Clumsily she tried to guide him up under her dress.

Brad sensed the urgency in her for it mirrored his own. Eagerly he dragged up the hem of her dress, felt for her panties but found his fingers in the morass of moisture that awaited his invasion. As she pulled him to her, he bent his knees, and waited for her to place him.

Since that placement was the only thing on Sara’s mind, she was delighted as briefly his fingers dwelt along her soaking groove. She felt his knees bend, and panting fiercely in anticipation, she rammed his penis head at her vaginal opening.

The moment her hand released him, Brad gave a massive heave upwards and thrilled at the sheer delight of that long first journey into the moistness of her vaginal passage, where muscles pulled in their urgency, and he heard her cry out a wild, “Oh, yes. Fuck me.” Oh, yes, indeed, Brad agreed, here was the release from the craving that had stewed inside him since his first sight of this unknown woman.

That first fierce push momentarily lifted Sara off her feet, but it was glorious to have him travelling hard and fast up inside her, like some express train. All she had been longing for. Vaguely she recalled the language she had just used. Never before in an intimate situation like this, had she used that word. But in spite of that she could not stop herself from squealing out her pleasure, and then again as she felt him draw back slightly. “Harder. Lift me. Do me.” She family stroke porno wanted it all, but—

Brad could not recall ever having driven so fiercely into any woman. At no height of passion had he been so viciously demanding. But if the first thrust had been ecstatic, including her surprising use of the ‘f’ word, the second, under her continued frenzied pleading, he drove madly into the very depths of her. Good to hear her gasp of pleasure. He drew back for a third push but there—oh, no,-it couldn’t be.

Yes, that second thrust had enthralled her, had drawn some vocalisation of her delight. It was all she had desired since early afternoon. Now she wanted it to –Suddenly, it hit her. She knew too well what a positive orgasm felt like. This one struck like some all engulfing fire, setting her nerve ends tingling, her heart pounding, the need to scream her joy. So quickly? Never before had-

He was about to cum. My God, after only two strokes? He wasn’t the world’s greatest lover, but he certainly wasn’t a minute man. Was this all going to end in disappointment? Yet even as his thrust increased under the charge of his orgasm he realised that something was happening to this strange woman.

Her orgasm made Sara feel she was being turned inside out. Even as she succumbed, she was doubly enthralled as she recognised the man’s obvious climax. His power and the realisation that his seed was flowing inside her were ecstatic sensations.

For a solid minute they were enveloped in their wild mutual climax, each searching for answers through the waves of pleasure that overcame them, as they heaved against each other before Sara slowly slid down with him, to lie, spent, on the floor.

Sara lay against the man’s chest. They were quiet for a moment, each lost in their own confused thoughts. Then Sara mumbled, “We haven’t even exchanged names.” They immediately put that right.

Sara’s skirt lay wide spread , revealing elegant thighs, and her bush, the colour of a lioness. The way she had responded to him made that colouring seemed just right in Brad’s eyes..

“What the hell happened to us?” he asked at last.

Sara shook her head, “I’m still totally lost, and I’m full of stupid clichés.”

“What do you mean?” Brad asked, looking down to where her fingers rested very close to his limp penis, and then across to the warming sight of her parted thighs.

“I don’t know,” she replied. “Things like, ‘Wanting you from across a crowded room,’ or ‘This never happened to me before,’ or even ‘I didn’t know it could be like this.’ All true, all so crazy.” She gave a little giggle at the thoughts, “You probably think I’m a nympho.”

Now Brad shook his head, “Never that. But if you are, I must be the equivalent. I had an erection within seconds of seeing you.”

“Really?” Sara asked, “That ever happen to you before?”

“Within seconds of seeing an attractive woman? Never.”

Sara’s hand moved so that her fingers stroked over his semi erect penis. She hadn’t meant to do that. As she looked down she said, “Is that what’s happening now?”

“Can’t be,” Brad said, never having timed any recovery rate he had, but when he looked down his penis did look less limp than the last time he’d looked. “Oh, hell.” And he looked up into her green eyes, “You aren’t some kind of devil lady, are you?”.

“Do you think I am,” Sara asked, feeling so good, and looking at him she realised that the urges were rising inside her again. It couldn’t be, could it? But, if anything the need was stronger.

“If you are, what does that make me? Since you were turned on as well. Aagh.” Brad’s gasp was brought on by the movement of her fingers along his almost erect penis.

“It seems we can’t look at each other without–Oh, kiss me, Brad.” Her lower pulsing had suddenly become so strong, and her interior was so moist. But this time his erect penis was under her fingers, ready for her.

Brad realised something of the truth in what she had said. It seemed that they just had to look at each other. He had never recovered this quickly, and as he leaned into the kiss he knew that fresh excitement and delight was not far away. But this time, having expelled so recently, he could make this one last and see what kind of thrill he could really bestow on her.

Their tongues were quickly encircling each other. Under her fingers Sara could feel Brad’s penis coming up to full erection. In her mind a moment ago she had found herself wondering whether she could offer to suck him just to bring him on.

Now she knew that wouldn’t be necessary, and that wasn’t where she wanted his penis anyway. The madness was seizing her once more. And this time it should be a longer session. She broke the kiss, lay back, spread her legs and pulled him towards her. “In me, Brad, in me, quick and hard.” Hell, how wanton had she become?

Brad was delighted by her demands, because as he allowed her to draw his erection into her delectable juices, he knew that, once again, desire was the name of the game. There was one desire only; no stroking of what was a generous firm breast; no tickling or licking of the clitoris, no smoothing over inner thigh, none of that. All he was longing for was that luscious, long glide of his eager erection up into that warm, wet, secret place of her womanhood. And this time he would see how much he could pleasure her.

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Some Things Were Mint To Be!

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A remote lake brings mom & son closer

This story is for Cassie and Danny, mother and son who shared their private, personal, and true tale of incest in the letter, which I have reprinted/posted under the title of “Blame It On The Author”. It is written at their request, and is a fictionalized account of what might have happened, before they actually initiated their adventure into incest, thirteen years after the start of when they both began to have desires for one another. They told me that they enjoyed it, and hope that you will too.

“OH! Look!” I exclaimed to my son, as I pointed out a plot of low vegetation, colored a bright jade tint, growing next to the building. “They have a patch of mint!” I plucked several sprigs of the aromatic plants. “Here, put a leaf in your mouth, you like mint, don’t you?” Danny didn’t have a chance to answer anything but a mumbled ‘uhm-humm’ as I popped a spear shaped piece of greenery in his pie hole. “It freshens your breathe and improves your mood and cools you down.” I passed on the folklore I had learned about the herb, as I stuck a big leaf onto my own tongue.

“Don’t chew, suck.” I instructed. The flavorful foliage was already dispensing its succulent, sharp oil in my orifice. The place where we chanced to encounter this unexpected piece of gardening was an isolated fishing cabin by a small lake. We had stumbled upon the idyllic spot while hiking in the woods, some distance from our camp-site. It was just my son and myself, out on this expedition. My husband and I had divorced when Danny was sixteen, over two years ago. I was an active forty, my figure mature, but I could still turn heads if I was dolled up. My son had wanted to go on this trip, and I agreed to accompany him. I like the outdoors too, and was a bit of a tomboy in my time.

The sun was scorching hot, bright even in the mid-afternoon. We were both sweaty from the hike up hill and down dale, and through the thickets. The lake looked awfully tempting, but of course we had no suits. Well, we could take a splash in our underwear. There wasn’t that much difference of exposed skin than swim-wear. After all, we had seen each other in just such a state of undress at home on occasion. Furthermore, we were mother and son, family – nothing to be shy about with each other. I had seen him lots of times when I gave him baths. Once he walked in on me while I was changing clothes. He caught me completely bare assed, but I wasn’t embarrassed, he was just a kid. What does a youngster that age really know about sex?

“Danny, let’s go for a swim!” I purposed.

“No suits, mom. Unless they are in your backpack, I didn’t bring them.”

“Think outside the box, boy. We can skin down to our skivvies.” I decided to lead by example and started to pull off my tee-shirt. Dan looked at me in slight amazement, then shrugged and did likewise. I went for my jeans and undid the button and then the zipper. Kicking off my sneakers, I hooked my thumbs in the waist band over my hips and dragged the pants down to my ankles. My son followed his mother’s suit and shed his long hiking shorts. But all the time his eyes were on me. I didn’t mind, I was sure of my figure, and comfortable with my body. On the other hand I was being treated to some very fine beef-cake myself. In fact – – “Hey, don’t mind your old mom; you can go skinny-dipping if you want. You ain’t got nothin’ I haven’t seen before.”

“Really? You wouldn’t mind?”

“Sure, once you’re in the water everything’s hidden, so what if I see your buns.”

“Well, the same goes for you, once you’re submerged, I won’t see much. Why don’t you get nude too?”

“I know you look at Playboy, and all; but I think I’ll keep some modicum of modesty.”

“Okay, but then you’ll have to wear wet undies to hike back to camp in. That could be very uncomfortable, I’d think.”

That gave me pause. He did have a point. It wasn’t as if the female form was any mystery to the youth, when you considered. I decided, what the hell, so let him see my stuff. It wouldn’t harm him. I mean, it’s not like I was in any danger of being sexually assaulted by my own son. What the fuck, right? “You know – your argument convinced me. But you look away until I get in the water.”

“Mom, don’t be so much of a fuddy-duddy, I don’t care that much about being naked in front of you, or about you being nude with me. Let’s just get in the water and get out of the heat, that’s the idea right, and not worrying about being bare. There’s a ladder into the water at the end of the dock, I see. That way you can get in without having to wade through the muck.” With that fake agents porno nonchalance speech and having stripped completely, my handsome son hobbled down the dock, and turned to climb down into the lake.

First, I was treated to the sight of his hind-end. I realized viewing the firm haunches, that he had a terribly sexy butt. However, I admit I was unprepared for the swinging piece of meat he gave me an eyeful of, as he turned and lowered himself into the water. He was nicely hung, even if he was my son! It had been a while since I had gotten a gander at a guy’s equipment. I always liked to look at male members, I found them fascinating, especially seeing them swell and get hard. I found erections erotic. I was a gal with natural inclinations toward the opposite gender, so of course I was thrilled by the sight.

Only – that flash of my kid’s instrument was a highly charged moment. I shouldn’t have reacted as I did, but I suddenly felt a tingle in my tummy and saucy sensation in my loins. I decided I’d better get into the water and chill out, and I meant more than my body, I was thinking that my libido also needing a calming down too.

“Coming, mom?” My offspring’s voice brought me out of my un-motherly musings.

“Right behind you!” I called out answering him.

We swam out about a hundred yards into the lake, perhaps half way, and treaded water there. We talked about the hike and how good the water felt in this heat, and about what we might do when we got back to camp. But while I work out at a local gym in town, this exercise was not the kind I was used to. Besides we had hiked for a couple of hours prior to arriving at this deserted hide-away we discovered. I was quickly becoming tired. “Dan, I need to get to shore. You wouldn’t want your dear mom to drown would you?”

“Don’t worry, mom. I took a lifeguard course last summer at the Civic Pool, remember. “Here,” he took my arm gently and turned me in the water, so I was facing away from the cabin, “let me show you how I learned to pull somebody to shore.” He turned on his side and had his arm over my shoulder and across my chest with his hand in my armpit for a grip. Then he began to sidestroke with me floating on my back and having myself drawn through the water. It was relaxing, and if his muscular limb wasn’t compressing very sensually against my boobs, I would have been fine.

But now, here I was naked, with cool liquid directly against every pore of my skin, my body in contact with a nude masculine torso, and he was pressing my breasts. I was flooded with sensations of a very arousing sort of nature; I was enjoying it too, perhaps too much, considering who my companion was! It had happened without planning, but the circumstance that I found myself in, was actually quite a romantic one. Despite the man being Dan. Then my little adventure was over.

“Here’s the dock. You go up the ladder first, mom.”

I turned and grabbed the wooden rung of the structure and began to climb. As I rose dripping, I realized that this action gave my hero below me, a close-up of his mother’s pussy. It couldn’t be helped. But I guess that was his reward for the champion efforts, sparing me any leg cramping from over exertion. Yet, why did I get a buzz in my groin from my own son catching a glimpse of my privates? Was I perverse, or so horny from too long without getting laid? What was with me, I wondered!?

As I trundled down the boards to the lawn, I was aware of my boy in back of me, and somehow I just knew he was studying my behind, as it wiggled its way before him. Okay, so let him ogle. I had my turn, hadn’t I? In fact, as I reached the soft grass, I did a slow about face. Now we both got full frontals vistas to make memories! Sure enough, as Dan pranced the planks of the pier trying to avoid getting splinters from the boards, sort of an odd dance down the wooden walkway which was not so comfortable on bare feet, it was making his dick dangle and jangle as he moved toward me. It was a wet doodle of a noodle, with the hairy sacks of his scrotum drawn up to protect them from the cold. Yet still, a delicious sight for a lonely lady nonetheless!

My body suddenly felt the chill of the H2O evaporating off the skin, and I shivered. My son noticed and he was trembling to. He called out, as he traversed the end of the pier, “I think I saw an old blanket hanging on the clothes-line on the side of the cabin. Let me get it.” He was back in a minute, with a soft quilt with frayed edges, but clean and dry. Danny wrapped it around me, but I hugged him and made it so that the bedding enclosed fake angets porno us both, in an image that reminded me of a picture I once saw from Woodstock. We stood stark naked next to one another, using our body heat to warm us in the soft breeze of late afternoon.

Then, as we became more comfortable, and we dried, my comrade-in-charms, my accomplice in surreptitious suit-less swimming, lay the spread on the ground and we lay down to do some sunbathing. That’s all I thought was going to happen, honest! Close by were the few sprigs of mint I had plucked earlier. I stretched out and gathered them and handed a leaf to Dan. He put it in his mouth, I also had a blade.

“Freshens your breathe, huh?” said my progeny.

“Mmm . .”

“Let’s see.” He said, then he gave me a peck on my lips. “Well, the real test, would be to swap spit, right?” He took out the green from his mouth and then reached and plucked mine out as well. Then He slowly closed the distance between our faces and Frenched-kissed his mother. I was surprised, but it was like I was hypnotized, there was no power to resist in my body. I closed my eyes, it was soo nice! His tongue did little swirls with mine, as we played oral tag.

I was having fun, with this luscious smooching. I wasn’t thinking, just reacting to the excitement of an unexpected make-out session. I lay back on the blanket and Dan rolled half on top of me, his leg between mine. I might have let things go even longer with the sweet smacking of our naughty bussing, when I felt his hands move on my ribcage, upwards. I knew what he was about to do, what girl doesn’t?

That broke the spell. I put an arm up to his chest and pressed lightly, so as not to hurt his feelings but make a sure sign that we needed to break. In order to dispel the look of disappointment that appeared on Danny’s visage, I took the sprigs in my other hand, and as he rolled giving me space, I placed one on his stiffening extremity and with an eyebrow raised and a big grin on my face, I asked, “What’s this called?” pointing to the adorned dork.

“Uh . . . a wood-sie, – no. Hmm . . a green stalk?”

“No! Silly! ‘spear-a-mint’!!” and we both burst in to hysterics.

He reached for my free hand and took it. Then he gently brought it down to rest on his hard-on that was now nice and solid. The turgid flesh was hot in my fingers, and they curled of their own accord around the boner before me. “Mom, you are so beautiful. I think you’re so sexy. I can’t help getting aroused when I look at you. Don’t be upset. Could you just give me a few strokes? It won’t take long.”

God! My son wanted me to masturbate him. I was tempted to. My nipples were cherry stones, and my nether region was getting moist. This was dangerous territory that was for sure. I removed my hand, but only to take his and place it on my tit. “Would this help?” I heard some woman ask in my voice, as my manipulation of my son’s manhood resumed. Holy shit! What was going on? What was going to happen next? I had to stop this crazy cuddling before things got out of hand. Yet the things that were being handled were erogenous and our coddling, of his member and my mammeries, was driving me mad with desire!

But instead of separating, we were once more tenderly locking lips and tangling tongues. Jeez! Could my kid kiss! I was having a great time playing with his instrument, as he was equally happy to kneel at my knockers. Our adolescent-like mutual stimulation session was turning into serious foreplay. I understood that we needed to come to our senses, but I was in a little dream world. I was disassociated from the fact that we were mother and son, in a clench of highly inappropriate behavior. I was not really caring about that. All I was concerned with was what he would be doing to me in a moment; it was going to be something good I was sure.

Oh it was! I felt Danny’s fingers fumbling down to my tummy. They crept, reaching for the crinkly thatch of red-gold pubic fur covering my pudenda. They slid over the smooth skin and into the slit that was slippery with love’s dew. The middle digit defined the divide and rubbed the length of the labia several times, spreading the oil, before seeking the well. Once having detected that center of my sex, it sought not to invade but drew up the lubricant to my darling pouting bud of pleasure, mom’s most joyous point to be tenderly touched.

He strummed the yearning bit of tissue, then sent the playful finger to plunge slowly into his mother’s hollow. The delving was a teasing exploration of where he had once been, longed to return. fake cop porno And I also wished him back in me, my own son sharing myself again, and this time I his physical presence also. We would bond, body and soul. A peak of sexual frisson passed through me as Danny diddled my clit once more. In an instant of insane inspiration, I kissed him hard and broke out of our clinch.

His look of confusion was understandable, but what I said next with a huge smile and shining eyes reassured him that our intimate amusements had not ended, not by any means! I was still clutching the remaining stem of mint. I snagged the biggest leaf off and tossed the remnant away. Very deliberately, I spread my thighs and took that aromatic flora and placed it at the opening of my vagina. “Did you know that mint is also considered to be an aphrodisiac? Don’t chew, suck!” I couldn’t have been clearer of what I wanted. I detected the astringent cooling, a wild sensation to have on your pussy.

Of course, the leaf fluttered away with the first lick of Dan’s tongue, but it had done the trick. My boy was performing cunnilingus on my cunny. My honey was tasting his mother’s sweet nectar, and nibbling on my nether nub. Hallelujah! How I love having head! Well, that was the point of no return, because no way was I going to recover my moral balance. I was tipped to fall into the pit of passion; I was on my way down, just as surely as Danny was going down on me! We both were aware of where we were headed, as he sucked and slathered my sex. My son flicked my flesh, lavished my labia with long laps of textured tickling, did things I never had done between my thighs.

I had several small cums culminating in a humongous heaving of my hips and overriding climax so big that had Danny hanging on to mommy for dear life as he hit my sweet-spot to bring me to multiple orgasms, one directly after another. But rather than satiate my sexual appetite I had a craving for more, and this time I wanted that man-meat slamming in my pussy like there was no tomorrow! I needed him in me, right then. I struggled to haul him up to be at the proper position to do improper things to his mother. I wrapped my legs around my son and aimed his hard-on at my crotch with my thighs. I hugged him to me and hunched to have that kid’s cock in my cunt. He plowed through the furrow of his mommy’s gash and pointed the penis to be poised at the entrance to my womanhood.

The bulb of hot flesh filled my hole; it popped in like it was sucked. Then the vagina that abhorred a vacuum, gulped my son’s scepter, and the crown prince made me queen mother of the day with a royal drubbing! Oh! Yeah! Did we fuck! Danny pounded into me with every ounce of energy he had. The penetration was deep, but his speed varied, sometime in slow-motion the gliding gonads went, then they picked up the pace to a blur of blows hammering my hinny. My son was touching bottom and bumping upon the very place he was conceived. I was blubbering, “Yess, YES!” And. “now, NOW!” as over and again I came. But still he held off his own explosion.

Then, like he was making a wrestling reversal of positioning, instead of being on top of me, he flipped me over to be on my hands and knees, classic doggie style. He entered me from the behind hitting the open target clean. With one smooth movement, he was home again in momma’s middle, making me squeal with delight. He howled his satisfaction at having his mother’s pussy. We sounded like the jungle scenes of some Tarzan movie, the calls of wild animals echoing through the forest. I was his Jane, he my ape-man; our primitive nature having taken over all civilized restraints, our base desires now gained free rein of all inhibitions, our moral remnants shredded by the rutting frenzy that was in command.

The slapping of our flesh, the smacking of pelvis against ass, the banging of our bodies was a drumming which filled the air, the staccato of clapping clamored continuously. Without warning, I felt my boy buck and bounce one last time, and Danny then fired into his mother’s sanctuary with his loaded cannon, and offered the throbbing sacrifice of his spurting seed, flooding my chamber. My own powder keg of cumming followed his, as lightning struck my brain and convulsed my whole. Then, like a comical cow being tipped over on its side we collapsed on to the quilt, still connected but completely wiped out by the manic coupling we had committed.

What is it about incest, when entered into willingly, wantonly, by two consenting members of the same family, that has this heightened excitement – that so sears the senses and muddles the mind that only the surrender to lust and the conquest of love in physical pleasure makes the connection complete? No, I didn’t come up with that question after just cumming a dozen times. I pondered that incestuous inquiry much later. I can’t answer for anyone else; but I guess, for Danny and myself, some things were just ‘mint’ to be!

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My parents were brought up as normal middle class children who became followers of the Blue Sun commune in the late seventies. The Blue Sun was a new age group that believed in a new era of human development and practiced very liberal beliefs, especially sex. Mom and dad met at the Utah commune and became a couple. They stayed with the commune until the IRS shut down the organization because of tax issues. As the Blue Sun was being disbanded, my father’s parents died leaving him a house in Sedona. This fortunately worked for them as they needed a home and the area was already a hot spot for new age thinking in this country.

The home was a modest 2 bedroom on 2 acres with a great view of the Cathedral red rock canyon. Over the next few years, mom and dad opened a small new age gift shop catering to the tourist trade, got married, and gave birth to myself (Mark) and my brother (Luke) a year later. They expanded on the house by adding a pyramid shaped room to the back of the house and an east facing patio. They used this room as the family bedroom. Mom and dad sleep on a futon on one side of the room facing east while my brother and I slept on futons on the opposite side facing west. It may seem strange that my brother and I would be using the same bedroom as our parents but followers of the Blue Sun believed in this family arrangement and believed in sharing family love as well.

As children, we grew up doing the normal kid stuff like going to school, playing video games, and playing with our friends. Our family was often nude around the house except when friends or company was over although there were a few of our parents’ friends who were accepted into our circle of nudity. These friends were mainly new age folks who accepted our beliefs or were tolerant of them. My brother and I never spoke of the nudity or sleeping arrangement with our friends as it would create an awkward situation for our parents. As young children, we never thought much about sleeping in the same room with our parents even when they were wrestling and groaning on their futon. As my brother and I grew older, our hormones were kicking in and our interest in mom and dad’s activities were of more interest.

Mom was a real earth mother type. She had this long brown hair and brown eyes with a lovely slim body that was kept in shape through yoga and vegetarianism. She seemed liked she was more of a big sister or friend than our mother. As it turned out, mom was a priestess of the Blue Sun and would be more of a mentor to us in the coming years. She was very observant and knew that after Luke graduated high school that we were not children anymore. We were horny young men over 18. One Saturday morning after dad had left for work, my brother and I were practicing yoga on the patio with our mother as the sun was rising over the Cathedral rock formations. It seemed that our cocks would get stiff during some of the movements not only making some of the yoga positions difficult but caused my brother to giggle. That broke all of our concentration to where mom ended the yoga session early.

“OK boys what is so funny?” asked mom playfully.

“He looks funny when his dick sticks out like that.” blurted my brother.

Mom chuckled and said, “Sometimes it looks funny. It is perfectly natural for men to have stiff dicks so don’t be embarrassed. How do you feel when your dick is hard?”

“Emm, I don’t know” mumbled my brother

Mom looked at me and I said, “Mine feels real good except when I’m trying to do the yoga.

“Have either of you got off?” asked mom and seeing our blank faces asked again, “Jacked off? Masturbated?”

“I see that it is time to have a chat about sex with you guys” smiled our mother. She pulled her yoga mat next to ours and the three of us sat together as mom proceeded to give us the basic intro about sex. My brother and I intently listened as mom explained the facts of life which at the time fascinated us and surprised us. I came to the realization of what mom and dad had been doing on the futon on the other side of the room for so many years and what they shared with friends on occasions. “You see” smiled my mother, “It is a very special and beautiful feeling. A great energy to be expressed.”

“So what is this jacking off that you talked about?” I asked.

“Curious for more?” teased my mother, “Well, it is a way of pleasing yourself and releasing sexual energy on your own. Very powerful. It is a very normal and natural thing for men to do especially before they have their first real sexual experience with another person. You will find it very pleasant and both men and women do it. For the same reasons.”

“Well, how do I do it?” asked my brother. “It sounds really cool to do.”

Mom could see the eagerness in our faces to learn more. “Let’s go into the bedroom and explore this. Ok?” We nodded in agreement as the three of us rose from our mats. We followed mom into the pyramid bedroom and instinctively sat at the end of our futons. Mom rustled through some items in her top dresser drawer and pulled out a container then sat czech taxi porno between us. Even though I had been nude around my mother most of my life, somehow today felt different and I enjoyed looking at her body more than ever before.

She gently pushed me down on my back as my brother sat cross legged and watched. Mom spread my legs apart as she moved between them. I remember to this day when she brushed her long hair to one side and gave this loving yet wicked grin. I could feel her hands glide across my dick and my balls causing it to become stiff and hard. It was a good feeling that I had never felt before. Mom opened the container and removed a small amount of this pleasant smelling paste. She coated my hard dick with the paste as it felt cool then warm and the pleasant smell of cinnamon filled my head. I never felt so good and so excited as mom began to stroke my cock. My cock became slick as the paste turned into a smooth oily fluid that enhanced the stroking of mom’s hand.

Mom squeezed her hand tightly around the shaft of my cock and slowly pushed to the head of my cock. I saw and felt clear fluid ooze from the head of my cock. Mom explained that it was pre cum and continued to massage my pre cum over my cock. She grasped my right hand and guided my fingers around my cock. Mom placed both of her hands around my hand clasping my cock and guided my hand up and down. After a few minutes, mom released her hands and sat back to watch me stoke myself. It felt very pleasant although my hand did not feel as good as mom’s. I was experiencing very pleasant feelings in my balls and cock when mom whispered “rub it faster”. I start to rub faster and the good feeling became more intense. Before I knew it, my hips jerked up and hot white fluid shot out of my cock for the first time. I was breathing hard and had this most incredible feeling go through my head.

Mom smiled lovingly and said, “Feels good, doesn’t?” I slowly nodded still enjoying my first orgasm. She leaned over and lightly kissed me on my forehead. She scooped up the beads of cum from me and from the carpet. “Now you can do this when ever you want as long as company is not around and you need to shoot your cum into something special for me. OK?” My brother and I both nodded. “Pleasuring yourself is very normal to do and is a healthy release for your sexual energy.” She turned to my brother and said, “I haven’t forgotten you.”

Mom repeated the same thing to my brother. She had him rest on his back as she applied that sensual paste to his cock. I watched as she began to stroke him. My own cock grew hard again and I began to stroke myself. This felt so good. After she got him started, mom sat back and watched as her two sons jacked themselves off. While Luke and I were enjoying our new found pleasures, mom left the room and came back with a glass in her hand. It looked like a martini glass but was made from thick green Mexican glass with strange cryptic writings on the sides.

“Mark, Luke” mom instructed, “Listen closely, your semen or your cum is a very powerful fluid and is not to be wasted. You should be kneeling when you cum and shoot everything into this glass. When either of or both of you are done, please put the glass in the freezer. OK?

We nodded in agreement but never asked why as we were more interested in the pleasure coming from our well stroked cocks. Mom could see that Luke was close to cumming and told him to get on his knees. Mom replaced Luke’s hand with her own stroking hand and had the glass in her other hand. Soon my brother shot his first load and I saw the look of pleasure in his face as mom drained his first spurts of cum into the glass. I assumed he was feeling the same way I did. I felt that same good feeling in my cock as I stroked myself faster and then kneeled next to mom and shot my load with a bigger orgasm than the first time. I opened my eyes to see mom catching my cum into the glass. Mom smiled at us lovingly and told us she was very proud of us. She left us alone to ponder our experience while she took the glass into the kitchen.

The rest of the day, my brother and I talked about jacking off and what each of us felt. We jacked off more until our cocks were rubbed raw that day. From them on, it was common to see me or my brother masturbating. We dutifully deposited into the glass and stored our jizz in the freezer. Mom and dad were often around, sometimes they watched, sometimes not. Once in awhile they would offer a masturbation tip. Our sleeping situation slowly changed. We now knew mom and dad were not wrestling but making love. My brother and I would openly masturbate watching mom and dad have sex and their love making became more open and more varied.

About a year later I awoke in our bedroom very early in the morning. It was before sunrise and you could barely see in the room. Luke and my father were sleeping but mom was not there. I could not go back to sleep and quietly went into the kitchen for some juice. Before I opened the refrigerator, I looked out the window and saw the silhouette defloration porno of my mother on the patio. She was sitting in a cross legged yoga position facing Cathedral Rock. The sun was just starting to rise over the rock and rays of yellow sunshine filled the patio, illuminating my mother. I saw her stretch out her arms towards the sun and then she picked up a dark glass and held it up to the sun as well. It was the glass that Luke and I would shoot our cum into! After holding the glass to the direction of the sun, lowered the glass to her mouth and drank from it.

I thought to myself, no wonder the glass was always empty the next day. I don’t think Luke ever thought about it but I always wondered what happened to our cum. During the day, we would be filling it up but it was always empty at the start of the next day. Wow, that seemed weird that mom drinks our jizz. I continued to watch as mom finished her morning devotion and hurried back into the bedroom. I was puzzled by what I had seen but decided not to tell Luke about it. He was too much of a blabber mouth. For awhile I continued to get up early and sneak into the kitchen and watch mom in the morning. I found watching her very pleasing and would often stroke myself while watching. One Saturday, I slept in later than the rest of the family. When I went into the kitchen, mom was by herself cooking up some oatmeal.

I yawned and asked, “Where is everyone?”

“Hey sleepy head!” smiled my mother, “Luke and your father went in to the shop early. We have a big order coming in before the tourist season begins and the truck is supposed to arrive early this morning.”

“They should have woke me up.” I said, “I would have helped.”

“That’s OK” she said, “Your father only needed one extra hand this morning and Luke was already up. Sit down and have some breakfast. Later we can both go to the shop and see if they need some help. I know they will need some help later putting the inventory away. Oatmeal is almost ready and yogurt is on the table.”

I sat down and began to admire my mother’s nude butt as she worked the oatmeal into some bowls on the counter. She looked so youthful and tan. She picked up the two bowls and with a big smile, set them on the kitchen table. I slowly moved my spoon in my bowl of oatmeal while mom was adding honey, yogurt, and some spices to hers. We chatted for awhile as there was not many times when mom and I were alone at breakfast. Usually Luke and or my father were there.

I thought now was a time to ask mom a question about the glass. “Mom” I asked.

“Yes Mark” she smiled.

“I have wanted to ask you this for a while” I said, “But didn’t want to ask with the others around. Our family is very open about stuff but wanted to ask you in private.”

“Go on” she said.

“I have seen you early in the morning” I said quietly, “I was just up. I wasn’t being sneaky or anything.”

“I know. I felt your presence.” She grinned, “I guess you want to know about my morning devotion with the glass of cum?”

“Well, yeah” I said, “You read my mind.”

“Maybe” mom smiled, “You know I told you about the energy you release when you cum.” I nodded in agreement. “As a Blue Sun priestess, I use that energy for many things including keeping myself young. I drink the cum of my sons for its’ energy to continue my youth and keep my mind… sharp so to speak. You think I could pass for 25?”

“Mom” I said, “I think you could pass for my age.”

“You are the kind son” smiled my mom, “I don’t know about your age but I do look younger than 36. That morning devotion is certainly key to being youthful. The more I drink and the fresher it is, the more energy I receive from it.”

“Like from Dad?” I joked.

“You are the curious one” mom grinned mischievously, “Yes, we exchange and share a lot of sexual energy from each other. And we get great pleasure from it. You and Luke get great pleasure from pleasing yourselves. Don’t you?”

“Sure.” I said, “The cool part is that you and dad are OK with it and so open about it. Once in awhile Luke or I hear our friends take about jacking off and they have to be so secretive about it in their homes and sometimes that can’t get any privacy for weeks. We just listen and don’t say anything but think how lucky we are.”

“Our family thinks differently about many things including our sexuality.” said mom, “Even compared to some of the new agers in this town, we are more open than most. I hope you understand my morning practice a bit better and you don’t have to sneak around. Just don’t interrupt me until I’m done.”

“Oh sure mom” I said, “I was just wondering about it. Does it taste good?”

Mom laughed, “What do you think?”

I said, “Well, Luke and I put some in our mouths and we didn’t like the taste. It was salty and really earthy like bean sprouts.”

Mom laughed again, “It is an acquired taste. I guess you won’t be hoarding any energy from your mom.” Mom walked over to me and gave me a big hug. Her hug felt warm and secure as always doktor ofisi porno but there seemed to be something different, something extra, something that made my cock get hard. As mom released me from her embrace, she looked down and noticed my growing cock. She stood behind me and placed her left arm over my chest and bent down to whisper in my ear. Her right hand reached down to my stiff cock and she quietly said, “You know it is so much better from the tap.”

I looked down to see mom’s short tan fingers fondle the shaft of my cock and then I slowly stood up. Mom’s arms and hands glided with my movements and almost as if we were dancing, I turned to face mom. She had this very sexual wicked grin on her lips and our eyes locked. Somehow as if we were still dancing, mom moved me back and guided me onto the kitchen table. Before I was aware of what had occurred, I was flat on my back, lying on the kitchen table with my legs from the knees down, dangling off the edge of the table. Mom had my cock in her mouth. I had seen her do this to Dad but never realized how good it felt. She lowered her mouth and engulfed my entire cock and couldn’t believe that it would all fit. Mom raised her head and let it pop from her mouth. She looked up at me, smiled, and began to run her tongue over the head and down the sides. Her tongue continued to play on my cock while her hands explored my balls.

It felt so good, so warm, so wet. I became excited very quickly with this new sensation and was going to cum soon. Mom returned to placing my cock in her mouth and her lips grasped around my shaft firmly as my cock moved in and out of her mouth. Mom dipped her fingers in the nearby jar of yogurt and then rubbed her fingers across my lips. The smell of vanilla from the yogurt filled my nostrils. She dipped again into the yogurt and used her fingers to smooth the yogurt into the crack of my butt. She continued to pump my cock with her mouth as her fingers worked the cool smooth yogurt around my ass. It felt very nice and then unexpectedly, her finger went into my asshole. It went in so smoothly. It hurt slightly with more irritation than pain but then it felt good. Mom went down on me deeply, moved her finger a certain way, and I shot large spurts of white cum into her mouth. I could not stop and it felt so good to release spurt after spurt of jizz. It felt like mom had the head of my cock in her throat as she swallowed each drop. She made a slight gagging sound then softly moaned as she released my limp cock from her lips.

Mom looked at me and smiled, “That was powerful. There is so much energy in you.”

I grinned and said, “I’m not sure about that but it felt great. The best feeling I have ever had.”

“I think there are some things coming your way that will feel even better.” She said, “For right now, I think that I want that high energy level everyday. What I want to do is get cum from the tap in the evenings and from the cup in the morning. You and your brother will have to take turns. One will be sucked in the evening while the other will jack off into the glass. That Ok with you?”

“Me first” I smiled.

Mom seemed to radiate a healthy glow from her body for several minutes. I was still floating and everything seemed to move in slow motion for a few minutes. We finished breakfast, then dressed, and drove to our shop. From then on, either my brother or I would get a blow job in the evening while the other watched and jacked off into the glass. Mom did her devotion each morning and seemed more alive than ever. Mom had Luke and I start taking these mega doses of vitamin E daily. The supplements made some subtle and very pleasurable changes for us. Our orgasms lasted slightly longer and the amount of cum ejaculated each time was amazing. On weekends, Luke and I were invited into mom and dad’s futon in the evening. Mom would suck one of us while Dad had sex with her. After drinking our cum from the source, she would get wilder and sometimes, I didn’t know if Dad could keep in the saddle. Luke and I enjoyed those evenings and felt closer to mom and dad than ever.

About a year later, an accident happened at the shop which changed our lives. Dad, Luke, and I were working at the shop and taking care of the customers. One of tourists accidentally knocked a box of round vortex stones off the shelf and they scattered across the floor. While we were gathering them up, dad slipped on one of them and felt to the floor. His head hit the display case and left him unconscious. We rushed him to the local hospital but he died on the way. It was really solemn around the house for the next few weeks and we never did get a good answer from the hospital what the actual cause of death was. Mom took it as an omen that it was time for a change in the family. Luke and I ran the business now and became more than the sons of the family.

It was several months after dad’s death when I was the first to sleep with mom. Luke had run the store by himself one Saturday and after closing at eight, he came home exhausted and immediately went to bed. I had several repairs to make at the house that day and felt sorry that Luke had to work the shop by himself. I knew how tiring those 12 hours could be. Luke was already snoring away when I switched off the TV in the living room and went into the pyramid bedroom. I was about to pull the sheets over me when I heard mom whisper my name.

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I was a junior in high school excellent in academics and sports. I was also one of the last gentlemen around I believed in no sex until you’re married and nothing dirty like porno magazines and movies. I was the complete opposite of my twin younger sisters who were both sophomores – they were pure evil and beautiful in every way. And this is the story of how my morals were lost.

It all started on a spring day when I was sitting in my room working on some homework; by the way my name is Will. Well I was sitting in my room and I began to hear one of my sisters arguing with her boyfriend. I kept hearing her say, “get off me”. Finally I got mad enough and stormed into her room where she was sitting on the edge of her bed with her blouse hanging off exposing a lacy white bra. Her boyfriend Greg was kneeling on the floor in front of her. They were both scared at my entrance but Greg was a little more scared than Katie my sister. Greg and I usually got along great because we were both on varsity football so I decided to let him off easy. I grabbed him by the back of the neck and threw him out the window facing our backyard. Now that’s not as bad as it sounds you see the window goes right out onto an awning covering a patio so he rolled down there and then fell about 9 feet into the grass. I called out, “See ya tomorrow Greg.” As Greg got up, he looked up and waved and walked off.

This is where the problems start. I turned around to leave and Katie smacked me in the face. I was confused, I asked “What’s the matter with you?”

“Well, what the hell did you do that for you moron” she snapped back.

“Sorry I didn’t want you to get raped!” I answered back.

“I wasn’t going to get raped, idiot.”

“Then what the hell was with the get off me crap?” I asked trying to keep my voice low.

“I was gonna let him – I just wanted it to be rough,” she responded still angry.

“You know you’re sick really sick Kate.”

“Yeah well fuck you and don’t come in my room again without knocking!”

I hadn’t noticed it until she pointed at the door but she hadn’t even bothered buttoning her shirt up. “Whatever Kate.” I finished and exited the room. Katie spent the rest of her day in her room sulking about what I did. Samantha my other sister got home at about 12 o clock with a strange smell orbiting her. Samantha wasn’t as bad as Katie at least I could actually have a reasonable conversation with her without getting insulted every sentence. But not tonight she wasn’t in the mood for anything she wen up to join Katie in their room. Since I had nothing to do I went up to bed too and started reading a book. A little after one in the morning there was a small knock in the czech harem porno door. “Who is it?”

“It’s Sam can I come in?” came from the other side of the door.

“Sure,” I accepted. The door opened and Samantha, but there was something odd. I usually had trouble figuring out which twin was which but it seemed more like Katie than Samantha.

“What’s up Sam?” I asked lying back down on the bed.

“On I was wondering If I could sleep with you tonight because Katie keeps bitching about something you did earlier like throwing Greg out the window,” she finished slightly with a giggle.

“Sure,” I responded just being a nice brother but still not sure if this was really Samantha.

“Thanks,” she said and then to my surprise she put her hands up her shirt and yanked down her underwear and tossed it aside on the floor.

“Uh, Sam, what are you doing?”

“Oh I never sleep with underwear on its annoying and uncomfortable,” she said and sat down on the floor right on top of the rough carpet.

“Sis you don’t have to sleep down there you can have my bed I’ll sleep down there,” I offered.

“It’s alright – it’s your room. You can have the bed,” she answered. Now this is what I mean – Samantha is a lot nicer than Katie.

“Hey I’ll move over we can both sleep in the bed,” I offered again.

“Ok,” she said sounding a bit enthusiastic. She climbed into bed and fell asleep almost as soon as she got in. It took me a bit longer to fall asleep but every few minutes she would seemingly move a bit closer to me until she was resting her head against my shoulder and that was when I feel asleep.

A powerful odor woke me up the room was dark and I couldn’t make anything out yet but I knew someone was on top of me. I tried moving my arms but my hands were tied behind me to the bedposts. “What the hell” I asked to no one.

“Quiet,” came from the voice on top of me.

“Who the, Katie?” I asked.

“Or Samantha you dumbass, I can’t believe you fell for that!” she teased.

“Get off of me Katie,” I ordered.

“No, no you listen to me I’ll teach you to fuck with my personal life you piece of shit, I’ll teach you and you damn morals a lesson or two about real fun,” she snapped. I knew Katie was far from a good girl but she was taking this really far. “One more thing, if you make one attempt to let someone know what’s going on up here I’m gonna bury this in your throat.”

I suddenly felt cold steel pressed against my throat I knew it was a knife. “Jesus Christ Kate, what’s wrong with you?”

“You’ll learn soon enough.” Then a tiny giggle came from across the room, my desk lamp went on swingers porno after my eyes adjusted to the light I saw who was there Samantha in a small nightgown meant to show off her legs.

“Ready Sam?” Katie asked.

“You bet Kate, I’ve been waiting for this to damn long.”

“Waiting for what? What’s going on?” I pleaded but it just seemed funny to them. Katie put the knife down on the nightstand and pulled my shorts down exposing my dick to them. Katie looked at it then placed her small hand around it and gently pulled.

“I hope it’s not dead,” she said laughing at her own joke. And yet slowly but surely my dick began to see what it was missing all these years as Katie’s hand began running along the length of it. Soon I was hard as hell. “Oh my God Will you’re huge this thing must be nine inches.” Katie exclaimed upon her discovery.

Samantha, the real one climbed up on top of my bed and placed her hand on my dick too. They both started playing with my cock and balls. I did everything – thought about sports and fat women and the realization that these were my sisters and I was being raped but my dick was giving me the cold shoulder for all the years of rejection I had shown it.

“So Will, what do you think of your morals now?” She finished by leaning over and shoving my cock into her mouth. I had never felt anything like this it was extraordinary and I felt a slight eruption from within my cock. Katie perked her head up a moment later with a small stream of white running from her closed lips. To my surprise Samantha leaned in and licked the white fluid from Katie’s chin. I reasoned the fluid was my sperm, I had heard this stuff from school before. I was unhappy to admit my sisters were behind most of these stories though. “Did you like that Will? ‘Cause we got a lot more were that came from.”

I was completely silent I didn’t know what to say, half of me wanted to say yes to everything they did, but the other half wanted to break lose from my bonds and toss them out.

“I think he needs more persuasion – Sam, why don’t you take him?” Katie dictated. A smile crept across Sam’s face. She pulled her nightgown up around her waist exposing her bald pussy. “Sam has a wonderful cunt, Will – you’ll love eating it for her.”

Samantha placed her pussy over my face. “Now Will, just run your tongue along it that’s all you have to do for now,” she instructed. I slowly began to lap my tongue along her inflamed lips she began to moan a bit. “Stick your tongue in me, Will, lick me,” she groaned. I pushed my tongue into her cunt and moved it around a bit after a minute or so she groaned loudly and flooded my face with czech pool porno her juices. I gagged on them a bit. Samantha and Katie both laughed at my expense.

Samantha leaned over me and untied the ropes that held my arms in place. “Here, Will, give me your hand.” Samantha asked instead of ordered. I gave her my hand and she placed it against her pussy, she rubbed my hand along her slit. “Put a finger in me, Will.”

I placed a finger into her wet opening and shifted it around just like my tongue, shortly it began to have the same effects as my tongue. This time she let her juices on my hand. She grasped my hand again and began licking it clean. I was starting to like this I had to admit it and I was hard again. “Katie, it was your idea so you can go first,” Samantha offered.

“Thanks, Sam,” Katie acknowledged. “Now, Will, we will see if you can use this thing,” she said. She lifted herself onto my cock and slowly sank down onto it and my hard cock became engulfed in her. Her pussy gripped my cock as she began to rock back and forth with a show of pleasure across her face. “Oh god Will you’re so huge.”

I was really starting to like this. Katie began rocking faster and faster. Samantha pulled her nightgown off revealing her perky tits. “Suck on them,” she ordered. A nipple fell into my mouth and I closed my mouth around it. I felt fucking great. Fuck the morals – I was having a damn good time, with my sisters at that. I grabbed Katie’s hips and pulled her down and started ramming her harder. “Oh Will, fuck me hard, yes, yes! Will, fuck me!” She exploded on me and so did I leaving our juices up her cunt and running down her legs. I fell back onto the bed and Katie climbed off me.

“So Will did you learn your lesson?” Katie asked.

“Yes and a whole lot more,” I responded calmly. Both of them curled up under my shoulders for a quick rest.

“Will there is something we should tell you now,” Samantha said.

“What you aren’t going to get pregnant are you Kate?”

“No I’m on the pill so is Sam but it’s about Janet. Janet is my best friend, my only friend and a very pretty girl at that.”

“What about her?” I asked.

“Well she’s kinda been using you all these years.”

“Hmm? Why?” I asked a bit worried.

“For popularity, and she really truthfully wants you. What she does is record all those conversations you have and she lets all the girls listen to them cause sometimes you can say pretty stupid stuff bro.”

“Yeah,” I said a bit pissed off.

“Well we just wanted to let you know now that you’ve grown up and we think you should show her a lesson just like we did you – trust me, she wants you, hon.”

“Alright I will.” So I thought my best friend is a fraud – she betrayed my trust and the rest of my feelings she sold my dignity, I’ll give it to her good. Later that night I screwed Samantha and Katie several times in the pussy and the ass before we finally all passed out in a naked heap of bodies.

To Be Continued…

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Hello. The story you are about to read is 100% true. You really can’t even call it a story, because it’s an account of where it all began. It’s when I began to look at my sister in a completely different light; as more than a sister to put it one way.

A lot of people think that those who engage in “incest” only come from broken homes, or come from some culturally and/or socially depraved part of the world. Well, I can personally vouch for the fact that that is not always the case. In fact, I think the situation is usually a lot more like ours.

“Amy” and I grew up in typical suburban America, in a upper-middle class suburb of Atlanta. She was born 3 years before me, in ’76. Our parents, bless ’em, have been happily married for almost 40 years. Considering that so many of our friends growing up had divorced parents, we were the envy of many of them. Of course, we had the typical family squabbles (what family doesn’t), but overall, we were (and still are) the stereotypical American nuclear family.

In high school, Amy and I weren’t unpopular, but we weren’t in the “in” crowd, so to speak. Amy was (and still is) not what you would consider absolutely a perfect 10 (how many women really are anyway?), but she was considered attractive; about 5’6″, medium to average-size breasts, strawberry blond hair, cute baby face. She played volleyball and was in the drama club, got A’s, B’s (and a few C’s), and had a steady boyfriend her junior and senior year. She was a senior when I was a freshman, so I only got to go one year with her. After graduation in ’94, she went to UGA.

I played football all four years of high school; I was only 5’9″ and weighed around 150 (same as now!), but damn was I fast! I have the same strawberry blond hair and cute baby face as Amy, minus the breasts. I got the same A’s, B’s, and C’s as Amy, and also had a girlfriend junior and senior years. I graduated in ’97, and went to Georgia Southern on a track scholarship.

I’ll never forget the day when both our lives changed forever; March 14, 1997.

It was my senior year of high school, during that glorious period called Spring Break. Only two months to go, then I was free. Amy was home from college for her Spring Break. She was supposed to go to Panama City with some of her sorority sisters, but it was in the 50’s and rainy down there (go figure). She had just turned 21 in January and was looking forward to her first Spring Break where she could get into the bars without a fake I.D. The change of plans left her in a pretty bad mood, so I pretty much avoided her in order not to piss her off.

One of the things I did to keep to myself was to go down to the basement and run a few miles on the treadmill. Hell, if I was going to run track in college, I might as well keep myself in shape, right? After running about ten miles, I decided to call it a day, and went upstairs to take a shower.

The one thing that sucked about my parents house was that even though we had four bedrooms, we only had two bathrooms, not counting the one on the first floor below the stairs to the second floor, since it only had a toilet and a sink.

So anyway, I finished my shower, and dried czech sharking porno off. As luck would have it, just as I was about to get dressed and leave the bathroom, I sprung a hard-on. I have no idea why; maybe the workout made my blood pump faster or something. I knew I had to take care of it, or else I wouldn’t be able to think clearly the rest of the day. I also knew I didn’t want to do it in my bedroom, since my mom had done laundry that morning and I had no sheets on my bed. Besides, the bathroom was all fogged up and was probably the warmest place in the house anyway. I figured “What the hell?”

I put the toilet seat lid down, put the towel on the lid so my ass cheeks wouldn’t freeze (nothing worse for an erection), grabbed the lotion from the counter, and went to work. I had only been stroking for about 30 seconds, when all of a sudden the bathroom door opened, and in walks Amy. Now I have this bad habit of leaving the lights on when I leave a room, so she probably figured the room was empty. Anyway, I literally sprung off the toilet seat and grabbed my boxers to cover myself.

“HOLY SHIT ANDY! I THOUGHT YOU WERE IN THE BASEMENT!”

“AMY!!! I THOUGHT YOU WERE OUT WITH BETH!”

“I WAS, BUT I GOT HOME LIKE TWO MINUTES AGO!”

“WELL, COULD YOU PLEASE LEAVE! I’M NAKED HERE!!!”

“Oh, yeah, sorry.” She shut the door.

I couldn’t believe it! I got caught jacking off by my sister! My once-hard penis was now completely limp. It was like jumping into a freezing-cold swimming pool. I put my boxers on, washed my hands, and left the bathroom, hitting the light switch as I left.

Now this was far from the first time one of us had seen the other naked; we had taken baths together as kids, up until I was five and she was eight; no big deal. As we got older and she started to mature, I used to sneak peeks of her under her bedroom door as she was changing. I used to look under the bathroom door, too; I was an 11-12 year old boy, naturally curious about girls, and my sister was the only one available at the time.

I went to my room, closed the door, put on a pair of sweatpants, popped in “ATLiens” by Outkast (we were in Atlanta, after all), and lay down on my sheetless bed. Right at about song 5 (about 20 minutes into it), I heard a knock at my bedroom door.

“It’s Amy. Can I come in for a second?”

“What do you want?”

“Please let me come in.”

“Okay, but just for a second. You know how I am when I’m listening to CD’s.”

She opened the door, came in, and sat down on the bed by my feet. I hit the pause button on the remote for the stereo.

“Andy, I really thought the bathroom was empty. You know how Mom and Dad are always nagging you about all the electricity you waste by leaving the lights on all the time.”

“I know. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I just didn’t want you to see me naked.”

“I’ve seen you naked before, you know.”

“I know, but that’s when we were little kids.”

“You’re right. You’re right. But why were you whacking off? I know you and Jenny have sex. It’s not like you’re a little virgin who’s not getting any.”

“You czech streets porno knew I was jerking off? Jesus Christ.”

“Who cares? Everybody does it.”

“But not everybody gets caught by their sister in the middle of it.”

“True. Good Point.”

“Any other embarrassing questions you want to ask me, Amy?”

“What were you thinking about while you were doing it? Were you thinking about me?”

“Are you FUCKING CRAZY? You’re my sister! That’s fucking sick! I was thinking about…I’m not telling you!” (Meanwhile, my long-lost erection was making a comeback)

“Oh, come on. You can tell me.”

“No!”

“Come on! I won’t tell anybody!”

“Fuck no!”

“Well I guess I’ll have to find out for myself then!”

Amy then did something that to this day neither she or I have any explanation for. She reached over and grabbed my now 3/4ths erect penis.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“I just want to see what you’re packing!” she said as I pushed her hand away.

“You’re my sister! That’s fucked-up!”

My penis was now completely hard and was tenting my sweats. I’m not huge by any means, none of this 8 or nine inches crap you read about all the time, but it was enough to satisfy my girlfriend at the time, and that’s all I cared about.

“You know you’re gonna get blue balls if you don’t take care of that.”

“Well I wouldn’t have that problem if you hadn’t barged into the bathroom! Besides, I was fine until you started molesting me!”

“I’m not molesting you. You’ve been 18 for 6 months now.”

“But you’re my SISTER!” It is too molesting me!”

“You know that’s not going away, right?”

“It will once I take care of it.”

“How are you gonna do that?”

“By jacking off, that’s how!”

“What if I jacked it off for you?”

“WHAT?”

“What if I jacked you off. You know, gave you a handjob.”

“I know what a handjob is. Jenny gives them to me when she’s on the rag and we can’t have sex.”

“Do you want one?”

“You’re my sister!”

“Yeah, I think we’ve made that abundantly clear. Do you want one or not?”

“Why would you want to give your brother a handjob?”

“Why not?”

“Don’t you think it’s kind of weird?”

“It’s not like we’re gonna have sex or anything.”

The hormones were racing through my 18 year-old body; of course I wasn’t going to say no.

“Okay, but you have to PROMISE not to tell your friends.”

“Why would I tell them about THIS?”

“True. No one would believe you anyway.”

“Whatever. Lie down. I’ll be back in a second; I just have to get some lotion.”

I couldn’t believe it. I was going to get a handjob from my own sister. I didn’t know what to think. All I knew is I needed to come. The last thing I needed was blue balls.

When she came back with the lotion, I lay back on the bed and rested my head on the pillows. Amy leaned over toward me, grabbed the waistband of my sweats, and pulled them down toward her. I lifted my ass off the bed so she could pull them down to my ankles. My penis was completely rock-hard.

“Not bad. czech super models porno I’ve seen bigger. But not bad.”

“Gee, thanks for deflating my ego.”

“Whatever. You know it’s how you use it anyway.”

“That’s what I’ve been told.”

“Well it’s true.”

“Whatever.”

“Are you ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

She squeezed some of the lotion onto her hand, then reached over and grabbed my dick. I’m not exaggerating when I say I almost came right then and there; I was that turned-on. I jumped a little.

“Damn boy, don’t come yet! I haven’t even done anything!”

“Sorry, Amy. I’m just excited.”

She started stroking my penis up and down, slowly at first. I guess she knew that if she went too fast, I’d come right away and the moment would end. She did gradually increase the pace, though; the coolest part was the sound; “SWUCK, SWUCK, SWUCK, SWUCK.”

Like just about every guy, though, I’m very visual, meaning I need to see something to enhance the pleasure. So I decided to go out on a limb.

“Hey Amy, you know it would be even better if you took your shirt off.”

“Why?”

“Because if I could stare at your tits, I’d get off even harder.”

“Well, alright. I guess we’ve already crossed every boundary there is anyway.”

With that, she let go for a second and lifted her shirt up over her head and threw it on the floor.

“No bra. I like that.”

“I very rarely wear one.”

Her tits are probably a 34C, I thought to myself. The thing I remembered most about the first time I saw Amy’s tits was that here aerolae and nipples were very light pink, not much darker than the rest of her skin.

She resumed stroking, all the while looking me in the eye. I alternated between staring at her tits, her face, and her right fist stroking my penis up and down. “SWUCK, SWUCK, SWUCK, SWUCK.”

“How do you like it?”

“Fucking amazing.”

“You like it when I jack you off, don’t you?”

“Ummm-hmmmm” is all I could muster.

“Just let me know when you’re gonna come. I wanna see it.”

Shortly thereafter, I felt my testicles start to swell, and got that all-too-familiar feeling in my legs. I was getting ready to come.

“Amy, I’m about to come.”

“Well, let’s see what you can do! Show me!”

A few more strokes and that was it. My dick spasmed as I shot a rope literally 5 feet in the air. It landed on my stomach and her left arm.

“Jesus Christ, Andy!”

The next rope didn’t go quite as high as the first, but it still went about 2 feet in the air and landed on her right arm.

“Holy shit!”

I shot at least 6 more times. Honestly, I didn’t think the human body could produce that much come.

“Oh my God! I’ve never seen so much come before!”

It WAS a lot. It was all over my chest, my stomach, her arms, her chest, her legs. It was everywhere. Suprisingly, however, hardly any got on the bed.

“That was the best fucking handjob I’ve ever had.”

“No different than what I’ve done to guys before.”

“Maybe it’s you that turned me on so much, Amy.”

“Really? Are you serious?”

“Hell yes! Having you catch me jacking off was the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Well catching you was the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Maybe we’ll have to do this more often.”

“Maybe.”

(Let me know what you think. This happened almost 10 years ago, so I have many more stories about us.)

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