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This an experience which happened 10 years ago when I was studying for Masters in Business Administration course in an Indian University.

I will narrate my experiences with only afew of the women at college that I remember. It was so long ago I might miss some details but I will try to mention as much as I can.

During those 18 months, I had numerous affairs, none serious or emotional but all physical not only with girls in my class but also with senior girls and junior girls as well and some on the side (I mean with girls who were not from my college, lol).

My friend and room mate Manish and I had a gala time with all the sexy willing girls around us. A few of them we still fuck today even after so many years (not the married female classmates though, that’s one rule we don’t break ever).

This incident is one of the most memorable and unforgettable sexual experiences of my life. This happened when I and a few of my classmates and seniors participated in an inter-college management program organized by one of the most prestigious Management colleges in Gurgaon, near New Delhi, India.

We were a group of 4 guys and 6 girls chosen to represent the college in the management program and its various activities. Among the guys 2 of us were of my batch and 2 were seniors. Among the girls, 3 were from my batch and 3 were seniors.

We started our journey in a train. The 3rd AC compartment was comfortable. We settled in our seats and started chatting with each other. Night fell and around 9 pm after dinner most of us were asleep since we had to reach Delhi at 6 am the next day.

We reached Delhi at 6 AM the next day and were picked up by a minivan and taken to the venue. We were shown our rooms by the supervisor. We rested a bit and then got ready for the exciting day ahead.

I and Tina (one of my batch mates) were to participate in a debate. The debate started and I and Tina were moving up steadily to the finals after winning tough rounds and one time almost got eliminated but bounced back when Tina threw a googly question to one of the points by the opposition team, they couldn’t answer and we were allotted crucial points and we won the round amid cheers from our college mates. Tina was especially going at the opposition hammer and tongs while I was the supporter, of course packing enough punches to score extra pointers with strong facts and supporting material.

We won the debate with 4 points more than the team from a prestigious college in Indore that took 2nd place and 10 points more than the team from Pune that came 3rd. When the results were announced Tina jumped in joy and hugged me and kissed my cheek. I was ecstatic too to win the first event of the day. That means that gave us a lead over other teams in the event in entirety. Our other team mates came running forward and we all huddled in together and shouted out our college motto amidst applause and congratulations from the crowd.

Let me tell you more about Tina. Tina was a good looking girl. Wore spectacles which presented her as an intelligent and studious girl. She wore her shoulder length hair in a ponytail whenever she was at class otherwise she sometimes left it open.

She had a good body.

The most beautiful part of Tina were her eyes and her mouth. Her eyes were a natural blue and her mouth was full, kissable and inviting lips. For me I was attracted towards her the moment she gave a peck on my cheek after we won the debate competition.

The rest of the day went by cheering and applauding our teammates on their efforts at the various events we took part in.

By the time we reached our respective rooms we all were really tired and hungry. We decided to meet over dinner. Many of us said they would skip dinner and go to sleep, but shashank, our team leader said that he wanted to speak with us on each team’s strategy for the group discussion event to be held the next day.

During dinner we chatted in excited tones about the day’s activities and also made plans about how to tackle competition the next day. We all made mental and even physical notes and discussed the strategy to follow for the next day’s group discussion in which our college had got a direct entry to the quarter finals as two colleges who didn’t make it to the event were relegated.

After the dinner and the planning discussion was over, we all disbursed towards our rooms. Zarine’s (One of the senior girls) room was right next to mine. (The allotment was such haphazard yet interesting that each individual team member had their own room. Usually that is not the case; usually we would have been either allotted a dorm or two people in one room).

Zarine and I walked towards our respective rooms and said our good nights. I entered my room for the 3rd time that day and I knew I would not be disturbed this time. All I could think about now was sleep, surprisingly I wasn’t tired. I wanted to read the interesting new best seller novel of James Michner that I had picked up from the Railway station last evening.

About bahis firmaları an hour later, there was a knock at the door, I opened the door and there stood zarine, looking fresh and relaxed in her pyjamas and a pink colour cotton t-shirt, said, “Hi, did I disturb you?”

I am surprised to see her at this hour, it was about 11:30 in the night. “hey, no no you didn’t, is everything alright? ” I asked a bit concerned.

She replied, “Haan yaar, everything is alright, bore ho rahi thi. Sab log so rahe hain, reema bhi, aur shashank is talking on phone with his girlfriend and doesn’t want to be disturbed, so I thought shayad tum uthe hoge, so I took a chance”.

“Yes yes please come in”, I moved back and held the door open for her. She came inside. I could smell the fresh faint scent of mild perfume / body lotion or something. I closed the door behind her and asked her to sit.

She said, “nice very nice. Very few guys I know who keep their rooms neat, clean and tidy”. She said that with a smile looking at me.

I replied, “Thank you”. There was a pause for a moment from me and I asked again, “Would you like something to eat or drink?”

She nods, “sirf paani”. I got her water in a glass and offered her a seat. She sat in the chair crossed one leg on the other. I had a look at her feet and boy they were cute, white, well-manicured and pedicured, red nail polish on the nails. For a moment I felt like licking and kissing them all over, they looked soft and sexy.

She snapped me out of my lustful dream by calling out my name, “Rajeev, kahaan kho gaye.” I shook out of my gaze and said, “no no nothing, he he he”.

She gestured, “hmmmmm”. Smiled and said, “ok… so what do we do. I am bored Rajeev, please talk to me”.

I sat down at the edge of the bed and said, “ok, what do you want to talk about”.

She looked at the novel on the bed and asked, “oh nice, tum james michner padhte ho. I like his novels too. Can I borrow it please?”

“Sure, ok. Take it”. I said with a smile. Leaned back to the bed and picked up the novel and handed it over to her.

She thanked me and kept the novel on the table next to her. And looked at me for sometime and asked, “Rajeev, I always see you alone at college, I mean, tumhari koi girlfriend nahin hai kya?”

For a moment I was quite and then said, ‘zarine, aap jaisi koi mili nahin isliye abhi tak akela hoon”. Winked at her.

She looked shocked to hear that, but smiled and said, “Rajeev you seem to be a charmer, but I am not gonna fall into that trap again. Giggle”.

“Again?” I asked, faking a surprised expression.

“Giggle, nevermind that. Tell me na, why don’t you have a girlfriend”. She asked me again.

I smiled and said “Well, I do have girlfriends, but no one serious”.

She looked straight into my eyes and said, “hmmmm, I see…. Ok I will help you make a girlfriend in college. Tell me which girl do you like, I promise I will fix her up with you”.

I said to myself, ‘yeh toh seedha seedha line dene parr aa gayi hai, thoda khelta hoon iske saath, phir dekhte hain kya hota hai. Jo bhi hoga sambhaal lenge’.

“Hey thanks so much for your offer, well, I can manage by my self. Waise, if you seriously want to know which girl I like the most in college, then I must tell you, I like you a lot. You are one of the most beautiful girls I have met in college. Honestly I do not care if you are my senior, if you agree then we can have a beautiful relationship together.” I said that with such conviction, confidence and enthusiasm that it left her stunned for a moment.

She said with a stammer, “ah, ca.. can I have some water please”.

I said, “Sure”. I took her glass and poured water from the jug and handed it to her. She had a quick gulp and said, “thoda aur please”. I smiled cunningly (not intentionally cunningly), I poured her glass with water and she gulped it down again in one go.

I asked her then, “are you ok zarine?”

“Haan I am ok. Jo tumne kaha took me off guard. My goodness, I did not know ke I had such an effect on men”.

I assured her ‘Zarine, you definitely do. I mean look at yourself. Those sexy feet, I would love to kiss them forever. Your face is like an angel and you look like straight out of a fashion magazine cover”.

She stared at me and gave a smile, “chal flatterer, I know yeh sab jhoot hai, main aisi nahin hoon”.

I took her hand, pulled her from the chair gently and made her stand infront of the mirror and said, “iss chaand mein ek bhi daag bata do, I will take back my words”. Now there was no going back, I wanted this girl right then in my bed making love to her; I made a vow that I will, if not today then, before we left back for college in 2 days.

I watched her as she stood infront of the mirror looking at herself with a stunned expression. I think she had not thought before that things would go to this level in such a short time, maybe she was undecided then, maybe she was angry, I have no ways to know. But what kaçak iddaa happened next was spontaneous and heavenly.

“Perfect, just perfect”, I had said, and she turned to look at me in amazement.

Then she did something that made it clear what she wanted then. She gave me a not so casual friendly hug, infact that hug was more of lover’s cuddle like thing than just a casual hug.

Her one hand behind my head and the other on my back, her body crushing mine so close that I am sure she could feel my erection, no doubt about it.

She disengaged herself from me and walked briskly out of my room, leaving me dazed and surprised. Nothing happened that night contrary to what I had planned.

I was thinking to myself, ‘marr gaye, shit, Rajeev beta tu to gaya’.

Sad and feeling down I slept. (Sleep is something that comes to me naturally no matter what the circumstances are. Even if the world is coming to an end nothing can get me away from a decent sleep. So I slept, slept like a log, without fear, a calm sleep.)

The next day I woke up at 6.30 (my usual wake up time since I was 15 years old), showered, dressed and joined the others for breakfast. I was looking for Zarine but to my surprise she was no where to be seen. I asked others about her and I was told that she wasn’t well.

I knew something was wrong then and I decided I will go look her up after breakfast. As it is that day I had no events I was participating in and so was Zarine, so I could take an opportunity to meet Zarine and see how things go from there.

After breakfast I asked Tina to take some breakfast for Zarine if she can. She said all of them had events that day and I and Zarine were the only ones that didn’t and she was getting late so I had to take breakfast for Zarine. Which I gladly did.

I knocked at her room door for almost 5 minutes when she opened the door. She was looking really unwell or lacked in sleep or crying. “Good Morning, I got you breakfast”. I said with a smile.

I remember her staring at me for a few moments and then took the breakfast from me and said “Thank you. Didn’t you go for the events today?”. I replied, “No, mera koi event nahin hai, yesterday was the only one I had”.

She turned back to the room and said “Andar aao please, baitho, main fresh ho ke aati hoon”.

I came into the room, I still remember the faint scent of a room freshener in the room. I sat at the chair while she busied herself in getting her bed tidied up and excused herself to go to the bathroom and freshen up. I didn’t have anything to do but to wait for her to come out so I took an opportunity to doze off for a while.

I was woken up when I felt I was shaking or someone was shaking me. “Utho, so gaye tum, tabiyat theek hai na?”. I woke up to zarine’s cute and sweet voice waking me up and I gruffly reply, “haan I am ok, baas kuch karne ko nahin that oh aankh lag gayi”. I stretched my arms and stood up.

“Main chalta hoon, aap breakfast karr lo, aur agar kuch bhi aapko chahiye toh bata dena, ok?” with that I started to move towards the door.

Zarine stooped me, “ruko please, main akele kya karoongi, baitho baatein karte hain, aao na”.

I reluctantly stopped and accompanied her to the table where she sat and had her breakfast, she offered me to share her breakfast which I refused because I already had my breakfast.

“Thank you for getting me breakfast. Really appreciate it”. She said.

I replied, “arre not a problem”. I smiled at her and she smiled back. We sat in silence while she finished her breakfast, got up and disposed off the plastic plate and the rest of the stuff, freshened up and came and sat infront of me. She pulled her chair closer to me and sat down.

“hmmm toh ab kya plan hai, kya karna hai saara din”. She asked.

I replied, ” pata nahin, baaki sab ne toh raat ko 11 baje se pehle toh aana nahin, tab tak kuch na kuch karr lenge”.

We became quite again and then she got up from her chair and stood infront of me. I remember the look in her eyes that told me to get up from my chair, which I promptly did. I was a half foot taller than her and as I stood up she looked up at me, stepped forward and hugged me tight. The next thing that happened surprised me nonetheless but also made me so happy and it led to the next 18 months of a beautiful and exciting relationship.

She hugged me and started crying, I was stunned at first, then I wrapped my aroms around her gently and asked, “What’s the matter Zarine? Kyon ro rahe ho?”

Between soft sobs she said, “Kuch nahin, mere saath aisa kabhi nahin hua. Every guy in college thinks that I am easily available and an easy lay. Which is not the truth. Mujhe yehi laga ke tum bhi yehi sochte ho mere bare mein. I was expecting u to make an advance like everyone else does. But you have been so polite and so respectful, which is intriguing. That’s why I was crying.”

I held her close, caressing her cheek and gently wiping away her tears with my handkerchief and said, “Look Zarine, I don’t kaçak bahis care what your reputation is in college and I care less about the fact that you are one year senior to me in college, what I care about is you, ok? So don’t worry and relax”. Just when I stopped talking she leaned up and kissed me.

We hurridly started taking off each others clothes, but she stopped me and said, “We have all the time in the world, unless you have to go somewhere”. She said with a naughty smile and a wink.

I replied, “yes we have all the time in the world”. I smiled at her.

She gave soft kissed on my neck and relaxed me. I let her be the initiator of our love making rather than me being the aggressor. I wanted to understand the full extent of the sexiness of this girl so I relaxed my attitude and allowed Zarine to take charge.

I can’t remember the last time someone had undressed me. Certainly I can’t remember anyone having spent so much time doing so, lingering as much as Zarine did. Her fingers worked slowly, lingering here and there as I slowly shed my clothes. Her mouth trailed behind her hands, nipping and kissing.

Finally I am naked and Zarine disengages from me and moves sexily towards the bathroom, I realize then that she wants to shower.

“Come,” she says, extending a hand to me.

Zarine fiddles with the shower nobs and I take stock of the situation. Actually, that’s a lie; I take stock of her butt and the dimples of her lower back. Soon the hot water cascades over us as she leans her back against my chest.

I wash her first, running my soap-slippery hands over the fullness of her breasts, tracing their contours, kneading their softness, strumming the hardness of her nipples. My hands trail suds down to the well of her stomach, and then between her legs. I cup her mons and tentatively insinuate a finger within her. With a moan, she presses her ass against the growing hardness of my groin.

She finally turns in my arms and reaches for the soap. Lathering up, she repeats the process with me — chest, stomach, legs, and finally up to the part of me that is by now aching for her attention.

She kneels and her dainty hands encircle my cock and wash it with firm strokes. I lean against the wall.

Her tongue flicks out and runs up the underside of my cock while her delicate hand firmly holds the base. She kisses the cockhead and then parts her lips to welcome the glans. Her lips tighten around it and I feel her tongue dancing on the taut surface of my head.

Zarine is a magician and my cock soon disappears into her mouth. Her tongue undulates on the underside of my cock and my head eventually presses against the back of her throat. When her lips encircle my base, I can no longer restrain the moan of pleasure that’s been building in me.

She works unhurriedly. I watch as her as her lips descend repeatedly on my saliva-slick length. Her hand works in exquisite counterpoint.

“I want you,” I whisper.

She disengages her mouth from me and stands. “Then we should dry off.”

“I want you now.”

The corners of her eyes crinkled when she smiled. “I think we can do that.” She lifts her right leg to my side and rubs it up and down my flank. “Be a darling and grab my ankle, would you?”

I do so.

“Now raise it. That’s it. A little higher.”

I lift her leg. Though it moves easily, I wince inwardly. But she’s flexible and soon her calf rests on my chest.

“Wow.”

She winks at me and reaches beneath her leg and grasps my length, positioning it beneath the delta of hair that crowns her pussy. She places her hands on my shoulders and pushes down. I read the signal and bend my legs a little.

“That’s better,” she says.

She circles her hips, the head of my cock nestled in the softness of her labia.

Zarine lowered herself onto me with a tantalizing deliberateness and I breach her.

“Mmm. You feel good,” she whispers.

She wraps her hands behind my neck and leans back. The hot water sluices between her breasts and down her torso toward where I am joined with her.

“Fuck me, Rajeev.”

I need no more encouragement. Her leg slips off my chest and I catch it and cradle it in the crook of my arm. I thrust slowly, her labia parting to embrace the length of me. She tightens herself around me, exerting the most delicious pressure.

My universe collapses into that part of me that occupies her. She whimpers with each thrust and grinds herself onto me. Our movements are perfectly synchronized and we meet each other with a slap of wet flesh.

Her whimpers grow louder and she digs her fingernails into my shoulders. Her head is thrown back and her breasts sway with each thrust.

Her strangled cry is accompanied by a convulsion and her fingernails dig furrows into me, but I’m beyond caring. She heaves and shudders, uttering a shriek that morphs into a low moan.

I’m not far behind Zarine; already I feel that tingling swell that presages climax. My motions grow erratic and I moaned out “Zarine I can’t hold on much longer”. Zarine quickly drops to her knees and takes me into her mouth as I erupt. She drinks me thirstily while I jet my essence into her. Her motions slow as the spasms abate.

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Twelve Hours Pt. 11

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3:30-4:00

Clearly, the tour of the house wasn’t over and I knew we would exploring the other rooms soon. I did not know exactly what to expect in details, but it was without any doubt to me by now that whatever it would be it would be filthy and salacious. We were all just recovering from our activities just now, which is simply to say taking a few minutes to get to the point where we could do this — and more — all over again. Nobody here was satiated or, frankly, satiable, it seemed.

The room was saturated with the smell of sex and sweat. What I referred to as oil before — the gel — was sticky, gooey, and surprisingly sexy. As we were leaving this room, it felt that there were no people in the room; just tits, pussies and a dick. We looked at each other, but were only interested in the wet, the oozing and the seeping.

Once in the hallway again, Alyssa led the way to the next room. At the back of the hall, there was a very modern-looking set of stairs with metallic railings leading to the upper floor. Both me and Lily were treated to the view of Alyssa’s jiggling ass as she started climbing the stairs. Tight, firm ass, still glistening from the oil we just used; her pussy still heavy, engorged and wet.

Once upstairs, there was a narrow corridor to the left with a series of doors on both sides. The distance between the rooms was such that it was clear that these rooms were smaller. Alyssa stopped at the second one on the left. Theatrically, she curtsied (which looked ridiculous given the whorish impression we had of her by now), pointing to the engraved metallic signed screwed into the door, saying mysteriously “F.M.”

I frowned, but Lily walked around me to join her, making it clear she was in on the secret of what lay behind the door. She smiled devilishly slipping one hand down to rub her own clit, sucking on the fingers of the other. Alyssa leaned in and push the door open.

My eyes widened. Ever after all the fucking earlier tonight, not in my wildest dreams—Aside from one armchair and mirrors lining the room’s walls, there was only one thing here, matching the F.M. sign on the door. A Fucking Machine.

“Oh fuck,” I simply swore.

“Oh yeah,” responded Lily happily, now making it certain she had used it before. They both laughed observing my stunned reaction.

Alyssa pushed me into the room. “First, you just sit down, mister, and you watch. You join later.” I descended into the depths of the armchair, conveniently located at a good viewing angle to the machine. Up until now, I still thought, somehow, that these two had some kind of boundaries. I was now disabused from that conviction. This was a limit-free fuck fest.

The fucking machine in the room was positioned right in its centre. Painted black, it consisted of essentially three elements. First of all, there was a bed. Or rather, a resting couch of the sort you see in a physician’s room, although it was relatively wide, like a single bed. Made of shiny leather, it was supported by a series of sturdy-looking metal legs. There was a headboard there, but it was easy to see this was removable. At the foot of the resting couch were the remaining metal legs — just two vertical pipes connected on top by one horizontal pipe, holding the entire structure firmly on the ground. It was to this horizontal pipe that the actual machine was attached. This was essentially a long metal pipe, an arm emerging from an black iron box at the foot of the couch. The end of the pipe had a pink dildo securely attached to it. The mechanism was, of course, able to move the arm, effectively fucking a pussy lying on the couch. The machine’s user was able to control the speed and intensity of the experience with a small box with two buttons on it and one slider. I managed to see it from where I was sitting — one of the buttons was simply an on/off switch and the other was a 4-point control of the speed of the machine. The slider controlled the length of the arm.

It did not escape my attention that there were also straps to immobilise legs and arms hanging off the couch, too.

I took all of this in mere seconds. The machine took on a symbolic, arousing meaning in the same amount of time. The cold, iron and metallic, look and feel to the machine, dehumanised to an even greater extent the sex about to take place. We’d already reached a stage where we’d objectify other bodies. Now, though, the fucking was to be taken over by a completely unfeeling, neutral thing — that turned me on enough to produce goose bumps on my skin as I was settling in the armchair, watching them approach the contraption.

Lily went on the resting couch first. I had a great view of the both of them, and where Alyssa would block the view, I had the option to use the mirrors lining up each of the walls to see what was going on. The floor was tiled here, although it felt warm under our feet — perhaps there was a heating system beneath? — and the walls were non-plastered bahis firmaları bricks. Any sounds made here were echoing against the walls; right from the get-go it was evident that this would make the time we would spend here even saucier.

It was obvious they had a plan here. As much as I wanted to see that machine-driven dick go straight inside Lily already, they started with a “human element”. Well! Lily lied down placing her head right next to the headboard. Alyssa crouched next to her, pushing her ass high up in the air — Lily’s ass, pussy and butthole up, exposed to Alyssa’s hungry mouth, and her legs stretched to behind her head. This is how she’d be if I wanted to do a butter churner position. Alyssa wrapped her hands around her stomach, holding her up. She started by licking around Lily’s butthole, then licking around her pussy. Lily was already murmuring, pleased. Alyssa’s licks were no timid — they were starting bold and rough from the first minute — long flat-tongue licks. Lily was looking past her tits towards her feasted-upon pussy.

Alyssa was already alternating between the pussy and the asshole, curling up her tongue and sticking it in repeatedly; Lisa’s muttering was turning into louder moaning already. Being ass-licked, she’d rub her own clit — how could one not, after all? Not gentle stuff — not even a minute in and this was pressing her fingers hard. Massing my balls in the armchair watching this, Alyssa — diving in an out of Lily’s asshole, was reminding me of a particularly determined woodpecker, hungry for food, in this case spurred by her partner’s “Yes! Yes! More!” hisses. This was quickly getting rougher — Alyssa’s butthole pecks were getting shorter, more frequent and more insistent. Lily’s moans shifted towards squeaks. Her legs went up into the air in response. Alyssa’s mouth and tongue, glued to her ass now, sucking, darting in hard, eventually parted with a loud popping sound. Lily’s legs collapsed back on the leather couch. I was vigorously jerking my dick in my two hands when they went for a kiss. “Now we’re ready, aren’t we?” Alyssa shrieked into her mouth.

She jumped off the bed and bent down to pick up the control box for the machine from the floor. Lily quickly changed the position and went on her fours, legs spread, her rear ready for the dildo-equipped machine. She placed her head sideways next to the headboard, able to look behind. Her eyes went wide in anticipation like saucers when her friend turned on the machine. When its low murmur started and with it its slight vibration. I raised myself in the armchair to get a better look. I could not believe my eyes.

Slowly the arm moved towards Lily’s pussy. Shaky, she reached back with one arm when it touched her pussy to feel for it and ensure the angle was right. Alyssa pressed “speed 1” setting and the dildo moved in.

The movements were smooth — in and out, in and out. Lily instantly rose up to support herself on her hands on the couch. Obviously unbelievably excited, strings of saliva were dripping from her mouth as she started getting machine-fucked. Alyssa slapped her butt. Waves of heat started washing over me.

Alyssa pressed “speed 2” now. The arm’s speed doubled and Lily squealed and her ass shook in response. She was laughing — an aroused laughter of disbelief at how good it clearly was. The sight of the artificial arm relentlessly fucking her was just unbelievable. Her eyes were closed, completely focused on the experience. Alyssa spat down onto the moving dildo, giving Lily some more lube, although there was no doubt she was completely wet and had enough lube of her own. The view of her pussy lips spread by the arm again and again was divine. I slipped two fingers into my mouth, tasting myself.

“Oh SHIT” Lily moaned loudly. The metallic arm was slipping in and out. No let up, no worry that “it wouldn’t last”. However long she wanted it, she’d get it. Her arousal levels quickly going up, Lily supported herself with one arm on the headboard in front of her and reached back to her ass with the other, slipping a finger up her butt. I drew in breath sharply, watching her middle finger playing with her hole. Her lips parted, eyes closed and nipples hard, this was proper dirt!

Alyssa came closer, pushed Lily’s finger out and slipped that tongue again inside her hole, just inches above the unnatural, ruthless cock moving in. “Fuck me, fuck me!” Lily kept begging, her body stretched out, her face contorted in a grimace of thrill. Sounded to me like she was begging the machine to keep it up!

“More?” Alyssa rose up from her ass and received an instant approval. This moved them to “speed 3”.

Speed 3 was met with Lily’s instantaneous growl of approval and her body now crawling in front of the machine — tits against the couch’s leather, face buried against it, eyelids closed. Her expression was that of pure animalistic bliss. Alyssa was egging her on — “Yeah? You one right little bitch?” kaçak iddaa She stretched her butt cheeks and slipped her tongue inside the asshole again. Lily, moaning and groaning with her mouth gaping, clenched her fists. Her body was beginning to shake, particularly thighs, and it was clear that she was close.

“Cum, cum, cum!” Alyssa was slapping her butt, spurring her on. I raked my fingers through my hair, completely captivated by this filthy feast. Lily came with loud, inarticulate growl, trying to dig her fingernails into the leather, entirely giving in to the storm of the sensations that shook her body.

Alyssa gave her a minute, turning the machine off. She turned back towards me, with a wicked smile of depravity.

Lily soon rolled off the couch onto her feet and Alyssa took her place. She simply sat down against the headboard facing the machine and spread her legs. The whirr of the machine came back and, on speed 1 again, the dildo moved back in. Alyssa immediately reacted with contented laugh; her fingers easily found her clit to add to the machine fucking. She was panting already. Lily spat on her pussy through her friend’s fingers. “Does it feel good for you?” she demanded in a voice that would not take no for an answer. In this position, it was even easier to see those wet pink pussy lips moving and spreading under the pressure of the machine arm. Alyssa let Lily now rub her clit and raised her legs up for a better fucking angle. Her eyes shut tight, the bitch was focusing only on the sensations.

Lily moved it to speed 2. Alyssa shrieked loudly, practically roared, the sound echoing hard against the room’s walls. Tossed back her head, giving in entirely, panting, heaving through gritted teeth. She was cumming much faster than Lily had. She was yes-yes-yesssssiiiinnng! already, her voice high-pitched and strained. Collapsing completely, she uttered her final guttural “yes, fuck, yes!” while Lily doubled her clit rubbing efforts on her, taking the speed to 3. Alyssa finished writhing and thrashing her body against the machine.

“Was that good, huh?” Lily looked up at me from above Alyssa’s pussy, turning off the device, giving her some respite. I watched Alyssa’s black gaping pussy hole slowly close after the dildo retracted before meeting Lily’s eyes. She took a few steps towards me and knelt next to the armchair. “The nice gentle Lily is gone,” she said seductively, weighing her tits in hands. Then her fingers found my cock, playing with it. She added, “Speed 4 for me. And fuck my face.” She ran her fingers up my cock. “HARD.” I drooled as she turned round, jiggling her ass in my face and moved back to the resting couch.

“Move off now,” she pushed Alyssa off. “You rest on the armchair now where he is.” She was on fire. Consumed entirely. Not paying any attention to feeble-legged Alyssa anymore, she lied down on the couch already, spreading legs wide. She beckoned me. Her eyes were pure arousal. “Straps.”

I rose to my feet — my dick rising up, engorged and throbbing. My skin felt tingly, which it always does when a women submits to me and I have that feeling of powering over her — the feeling of dominance and control. So intoxicating, so irresistible. But this was better — she might have looked like Anne of Green Gables, but this one was ready for everything and anything; ready to be ravished, destroyed and humiliated and would enjoy it. This will be uninhibited and pure abandon.

The strong leather straps were easy to use. Her spread-out legs were hanging on both sides of the couch and I immobilised them first. “Don’t be gentle with me,” she warned and, with that, I did them tight. If I had any doubt just a minute ago at all, now none remained. Her arms stretched down her body towards her legs — I put them into straps and tightened them. With this, her frame was essentially immobile — she could only really move her head, but would not fall off the couch, thus the headboard behind her head could be removed and put on the floor. This was about to give me easy access to face-fuck her.

Stretched out before me was her young, fuckable body. She looked incredible — a female slave to do my bidding. Unable to move much, the fucking machine dildo poised towards her pussy, about to take whatever I wanted to do to her. She glanced up at me with some trepidation, I thought, looking at my large cock, but also with a gleam of frenzied anticipation.

I turned the machine on. She moaned at the first motions of it inside her pussy, but I quickly turned it to number 4. This was the highest setting. “FUCK!!!” A guttural, animalistic growl. In just one second or so, her head fell over the edge of the couch, her long hair cascading to the floor and her tits arching up. “Oh babes!” Alyssa was just properly coming to when I was walking around the couch to stand behind Lily. She looked so defenceless now, slave-like and frail; precisely the reason to shut up that moaning with my cock! NOW.

I kaçak bahis crouched my legs and pulled her by the hair down to line up her mouth with my cock. “Open!” I ordered and pushed in.

I didn’t even wait, but immediately started fucking her face. This is what she wanted anyway. The hot mouth, cheeks and tongue were just too inviting. Her head was tilted backwards. Every thrust of mine, rough from the start, was evidenced by the view of her chin moving. Her hard nipples was an added bonus. Her moaning and yelling got muzzled as she got cock-plugged. Mimicking the machine in a way, my thrusts were machine like. I placed my hand over her throat and kept pumping in by just moving my hips back and forth. Every now and then I would push in as far as I could go, put my hips in circular motion running my pecker around the back of her throat. Then I’d pull it out, watching her spit and my cum dripping of it. She didn’t have time to moan or yell again, having to spit or gargle the cum out before being plugged up again.

I was in complete animal mode, frenzied and ferocious. The dick stretched her mouth wide and took her entire throat, gagging her. Her tongue squashed under my powerful thrusts, lashing against the top of my member, was driving me insane. She was mine and she existed for my pleasure, a receptacle for my dick. Supporting myself against the couch and her neck, I kept up the assault on her mouth. The rhythmical sound of the fucking machine made my plunges faster, harder and more brutal. I grabbed her head and, continuing shoving in, was pushing her in unison now against the cock, pushing all of it in, only my straining stretched-skin balls on the outside. Her muffled attempts at moaning only drove me to an even greater harshness.

All this time, the machine was fucking her relentlessly and brutally — not just her pussy but her thighs and abdomen were vibrating and it only took a glance from where I was to see this spectacle. Her humiliation was complete — yet, when I stopped the face-fuck for a moment, she raised her head and smiled and laughed, panting and licking her lips. What a fucking bitch!

She wasn’t given much respite — not with her fucking mouth. I was soon back in, this time as deep but slower. The extreme machine fuck and the face-fuck engorged and elongated her nipples so much so that it was impossible not to grab those and pull them harshly. They were rock hard to touch. Rhythmically thrusting into her throat, I puled up her tits by the nipples. Pulled out my dick and pushed her head up for a bit of a break — her mouth gaping wide-open, she panted and yelled, looking down her body towards the machine’s arm destroying her pussy at pneumatic speed. Gave her 5 seconds. Then pulled her head by the long hair and take that hard cock back in, slut! You’ve got to be a cunt to agree to do this! I kept shoving my dick inside that hot wet mouth and pulled her tits back up by her rock-hard dark nipples. She was so much on fire she clearly didn’t even register this as painful.

I moved in that cock even deeper now and kept it in there for longer, sealing her up for longer. “Come on, bitch! See how long you can take it!” Alyssa yelled from the armchair — we completely forgot about her, but she was there playing his her tits and rubbing her clit.

I pulled out rapidly and she panted for air, her face getting covered with my cum. She was cumming herself already — who wouldn’t with this kind of machine fucking?! — but I walked around her and straddled the couch now, sitting in front of her. I slapped my thick throbbing cock against those delicious nipples, leaving some sticky cum on them. Then I moved somewhat further up, grabbed and pulled up her head and rammed the cock deep inside it again. Pushed her head against it, held her head tight there, ensuring I hit the back of her throat, shaking her head against it. Oh, fuck, the joy of being a slave master!

Then, like a tiger letting go off his prey after being satiated and fed, I removed myself. “Over here!” I hollered to Alyssa. “Tits in mouth!” I ordered her. Lily was now going through another one of her multiple orgasms in the last few minutes. I switched the fucking machine off now. She was panting and yelling in extreme pleasure, her body only now registering in some sense what she’s just been put through (at her own request). Her legs and arms tried to convulse, but being tightly strapped, only strong muscle twitches could be seen.

Alyssa, now standing behind her, fed her one of her tits into which Lily panted and moaned. I grabbed one of her tits, and then another, and focused on those tasty nipples, having never seen those as hard and large as now. They felt great under my tongue and I just had to bite them for a bit while she was slowly coming to, groaning gutturally into Alyssa’s tits.

When we were done with her, she couldn’t actually stand on her feet. We took her over and sat her down on the armchair for a few minutes.

I didn’t feel that Slut to fuck applied any longer. Sweaty, dripping wet pussy, slavish, submitting to total sexual humiliation and willing to be face-fucked with complete abandon. Cunt to own, I think.

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Mom is Lonely

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I was sitting nude in the dark in my bedroom typing my latest story to Literotica. As usual I was playing with my hard cock, so I was typing with one hand. I heard the door open, which caused me little concern, as it could only be mom. I felt her hands placed on my shoulders.

“I couldn’t sleep.” Mom said. “I heard you come in a while ago. I was hoping you would not be asleep yet.”

“You know me, mom, I always need to unwind before I go to sleep. I figured I’d write a story to send off.

“I see it must be a good one.” She teased, plainly seeing my hand toying with my cock. “You going to be much longer?”

“I can stop right now if you wish?” I replied.

“No, I’ll just be over here waiting for you, just take your time.”

Mom knew I would not tarry. I let go of my cock and began typing with both hands, taking quick glances towards my bed and mom as she lifted the light night-grown over her head and removed her panties. When she entered the bed, I put my most of my attention on finishing the last couple of paragraphs.

“You know mom, we get feedback on these stories that I write. Would you believe that some of the stories have gotten over 100,000 reads. What’s really funny, is the negative comments. I use “Word” to write the stories and the program underlines bahis firmaları misspelled words in red and grammatical errors in green. I review the stories once or twice and you read them at least once. You have pointed out errors before. Some words just get by me. Of course, these dumb asses that point out words and punctuation never comment on the overall content of the stories. If I was a professional writer, I wouldn’t be writing for free, now would I? You and I have been fucking a long time and I have a lot of experience to pull from. And as you can attest I have a great imagination. Rearranging certain events can give you a lot of creativity.”

I tapped the keys a couple more times.

“I’ll send this tomorrow night after you have read it.” I said, as I cut the computer and monitor off.

“Your not too tired are you?” Mom asked, as I entered the bottom of the bed, moving to lay to her left.

“Hey! You’re the old person in the crowd. If you’re not too tired, I’m not going to admit to being tired.”

“When you see an old person you slap ’em!” She challenged, as she rolled to face me.

“On the ass!” I teased, as I slapped her smartly on the ass.

We kissed on the lips briefly before I moved my kisses to her neck and shoulders, moving down to her breasts kaçak iddaa to suckle on each nipple. Slowly, I moved to her belly and then down to mound.

“Not tonight, Sugar.” She whispered. “I just need you in me tonight.”

Her legs spread and lifted as I moved between them. Her right hand reached between us to take hold of my cock and place it to her pussy.

“AAgggggg! That’s good!” She exclaimed.

Time takes its toll on all of us and lustful desire diminishes with age like everything else. I am lucky and do not have to take any pills to get my dick hard and keep it that way.

I began to fuck mom slowly, knowing that tonight it would be her desire.

“Your cock is always so hard.” She whispered, nipping at my ear lobe.

“You keep doing that and I’ll touch her belly button. From the inside!

Mom chuckled as she always did when I said that.

“Would you change anything, Charles.” She queried.

“Not a thing, Mary.” I assured her, using her name as I usually did when we were intimate. “Are you going to come tonight?”

“I don’t think I’m up to it.” She replied, with a hint of loss in her tone. “I just wanted you in me for a while. I know you’ve been writing and what it does to you to, but give me that while longer.”

“I’ve watched kaçak bahis a couple of movie clips too.” I teased.

We fucked in silence for many long minutes before I reached to grab mom’s buttocks with both hands.

“Did you watch the one where the husband is drunk and asleep and Mama was expecting him home for their anniversary and her son caught her dolling up in the bathroom?” Mom narrated, knowing it would have an effect on me.

“Yesssss!” I moaned. “It’s my favorite.”

“And then her son was sitting next to her on the sofa in his boxer shorts. He kept playing with her thighs. She moved them and told him that he shouldn’t be touching her that way, that she was his mother. Her son told her how pretty she was and that it was not his fault his hard cock was showing. He told her to stand up and show off her pretty, sexy outfit that his father was not interested in seeing. And how surprised she was when her son pulled his cock out and began pumping it. She looked surprised, putting her hand to her mouth, but she kept on showing off for him.”

“I’m close, Mary!” I moaned.

“She was on her knees on the sofa looking back at her son and his hard cock. She asked him, “are you going to fuck mama now?”. And he asked, “do you want me to fuck you?”. And she said, “it’s so wrong! But yes! Fuck me!”. And he stuck his cock in her pussy and started fucking her doggy-s…”

“I’mmmmmmm commiinnnnng!”

The last couple of years, mom has learnt how to make me come in short order.

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Mom is a Mess

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Faithful readers of my main series: I apologize for the teasing diversion. I felt the need to test a hypothesis and had to take a break from gifts and girls. But rest assured, this is a one-off and won’t keep me from continuing my harrowing tale of many debaucheries. Consider it a warmup for when you-know-who gets home.

For anyone who may find this depravity to their liking: please do let me know. If you supply the motivation, I promise to find the time for another go-round.

And to you, my unintended muse: I’ll never claim I did this for you, but I certainly did it because of you. So I hope you’re happy. And I hope you and yours don’t plan on having nachos for dinner.

I need to take a shower.

Thanks & Enjoy.

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Mom Is a Mess

I heard a crash and a cry from the kitchen and rushed downstairs.

“Fuck!”

“What happened?” I asked unnecessarily. There was a pool of soup on the floor below the microwave and Mom stood ankle-deep in chicken and dumplings.

“Fuck!” she repeated, her face twisting into a snarl of annoyance. She stomped her bare foot in frustration, splashing the cabinets and sending a chunk of carrot careening across the hardwood.

“I’ll take care of it,” I offered. Reaching for a drawer, I pulled out a stack of towels and went to work containing the mess. Mom didn’t move; she stood quaking in the quagmire of her own creation, too livid to function. I worked in slow methodical circles around her feet, gradually mopping up her cold spoiled lunch. Standing, I went to the sink and warmed a washcloth, then returned to my task on hands and knees.

“Lift up,” I said, taking hold of her bare calf. Despite her fury, she did as I asked and allowed me to clean the flecks of thyme and bits of ruined chicken from her skin. Gods, her feet were sexy. I traced each knob and knurl, slipping fingers between her toes and along her graceful arch. With focused effort and much regret, I set her free lest she discover my perverted delight. Satisfied with the job, though wishing she’d spill something else, I looked up from my crouched position and committed what would perhaps be the most breathtakingly profound action of my life. There, not two feet from my awestruck visage, was the glowing dome of satin-wrapped pussy. Short dark hairs poked through the shiny white fabric, spoiling an otherwise perfect picture of Mom’s secret feminine gifts. I lingered, unable to shake my eyes from the stolen glimpse up her skirt.

“Thanks, Jax. I can’t believe I did that.” Mom glanced down, swinging her hips to the side and swaying her hem away from my immoral gaze. We made eye contact and surely she knew the sight I’d just beheld, etched as it was for eternity in my mind.

I stood, my face growing hot. “Are you alright?” I asked, hoping a distraction would alter the course of her thoughts.

“I’m fine,” she sighed. “I just wanted to have a quick lunch. I have to get to work.”

“Sit.” I indicated toward the table. “I got this.” I watched her shoulders slump in resignation as she accepted my help, dejectedly if not gracefully gliding toward the dining room and pulling out a chair. I joined her minutes later, two steaming bowls in hand.

“Here, eat,” I said, glancing down at her forlorn face, her cropped sandy hair shading a pair of pretty made-up eyes that screamed sadness.

“It’s alright, Mom. It’s just soup,” I said, sitting opposite and hoping to lift her spirits.

“It’s not that,” she said with a heavy sigh and set to eating her lunch in a depressed funk.

I knew, of course. Nothing was going right for her. It seemed nothing ever had. She was a single mother stuck in a job she could ill-afford to lose or leave with no chance of betterment and no man to comfort her in her misfortunes. I owed her everything; she toiled endlessly to afford my meager tuition and never asked for more than that I succeed where she had failed.

Mom was a mess.

My own course had been set in large part because of her travesties, not in spite of them. Divorced at thirty, she’d crossed the country to flee a toxic family and bitter memories. A decade later, she’d forced me into the local community college with the demand that I make something of my life. I’d never done well in school, but I did show an inexplicable aptitude for numbers. So I enrolled in any mathematics class that struck my fancy and somehow managed to capture the attention of my statistics professor. Home for the summer, I was continuing my studies at his behest and interning remotely as an analyst for a small startup.

But this isn’t a story about me. At least not entirely.

Mom had few friends and her job at the local diner seemed only to bring her into contact with the type of men who had but a singular objective in mind. And once they’d achieved that goal, little thought was left for her. I’d seen it a dozen times in recent years and yet she still persisted, hoping incomprehensibly that Prince Charming could be found in the dregs of a greasy spoon beside a neglected highway sitting behind a plate of soggy fried potatoes and a sloppy burger. Her tenacity bahis firmaları at persisting through it all was a great source of my own inspiration and I’d never sought to let her down because of it. It seemed her only source of comfort was that I was becoming the man she’d expected, and perhaps unintentionally, the one she needed.

Spoons rattled and I stood, taking her emptied bowl with mine to the sink. “Working late tonight?”

“Closing again,” she said, a bitter twinge tainting her otherwise melodic voice.

“I’ll stop by for dinner, then.” Mom hated closing, that’s when the weirdos came out.

“Okay. Bye, Jax. Keep your head down.” I watched her leave; fetching her coat, stepping into her frayed pumps, and tossing her worn purse over a drooping shoulder before swinging out the door.

‘Keep your head down’ was our thing; a saying born of years of toil and bad luck. It was a cautious reminder to work hard, stay in our lane, and above all else, avoid trouble. It’s the mantra that got us through the most difficult years after we’d set off together on a path of uncertainty without a safety net or even a bank account with a positive balance. I often wished I could remember more of those early times because what little I ken painted an entirely different picture of the woman to whom I owed everything.

Mom was fierce back then, even fearless; pissed off at the world and determined to carve a piece off for me and her and hold it up by the balls screaming in victory. But it all came slowly crumbling down as a monotonous reality set in; the bills mounted, the broken relationships piled up, work stagnated, and hopes dissolved into a mess of failures and shattered dreams. Keeping her head down was all she could do now, lest she look up and see the shambles she’d made of her life. Or more to the point, that life had made of her. I longed to have the Mom of my early childhood back; to bask in her ferocity as she tore the world a new one. But she was gone, buried deep, and I feared nothing could bring her back.

I spent the afternoon in my room, hunched over a laptop and applying myself to my studies and work as she would want. My job was quickly becoming a passion the likes of which I’d never experienced. It combined the two things I enjoyed most in life: baseball and math. I found the internship by chance, a random posting on my community college’s website. It was obscure enough to draw my curiosity and after a series of phone calls and a glowing recommendation from my favored professor, I had my first paying gig. It wasn’t much, but it was enough that I could occasionally spoil Mom and lift a small burden from her hunched shoulders.

The startup I worked for was building a fantasy baseball app. It was a shot in the dark in an industry already crowded beyond reason. But the job was fun and I was being paid to do something I enjoyed, which was more than I could say for Mom. Between a handful of online classes, I filled my time crunching numbers, analyzing baseball statistics, and devising new ways to slice and dice a mind-bogglingly complex array of data. The surprising depth of the math behind such a simple sport was what held my interest. Who knew hitting a ball with a stick had anything to do with higher order mathematics?

I tinkered away, coding a script to run an analysis and test a theory that I’d had kicking around in my head. If it proved true, I may finally have my first contribution to add to the small company that placed their trust in a young unproven kid they’d never met. The function churned on my screen and spat out an error. Bah! Fucking Python!

I had taken a couple of programming classes in my first quarter, thinking it may be the field I could find success in. The introductory lessons were far from enjoyable and I struggled mightily making the infernal machines do as I demanded. But it was a necessary evil; pen and paper were no longer good enough and to get to the bottom of complex statistics using huge sets of data, I had no other option.

My stomach growled and drew my attention to the clock on my laptop. Six hours had passed since lunch; gone in a blink, it seemed. That sort of focused obsession is what kept me coming back, frustrating code aside. I hadn’t even considered the glimpse I had stolen of Mom’s panties, though it came back then in a flood of hormones and misdirected teenage lust. I shook my head, futility attempting to rid my mind of its incestual notions.

I stuffed my laptop into my backpack and bolted downstairs, hoping I hadn’t missed the bus. With seconds to spare, I hopped inside and swiped my student pass through the slot, smiling at the driver who grunted and paid me no mind. Three stops later, I rang the signal and waited until the doors fanned open. Jumping onto the street, I turned up the dirty sidewalk and walked two blocks to the town’s only late-night eatery.

I nodded at a couple of old-timers seated at the counter and tucked into a booth. The scent of rancid grease and stale coffee hung heavy in the air, but it was a smell that reminded me of Mom and that made it bearable, if not enjoyable. I pulled kaçak iddaa out my laptop and continued my work, oblivious to the familiar diner and its wrinkled inhabitants.

“Hi hun, the usual?” Mom asked in her practiced sing-song tone.

“Please,” I said, looking up and smiling at her. She looked tired. “Long day?”

She nodded. “Stacy’s out sick so I’m all by myself aside from George.”

George was the diner’s long-time short-order cook. Always good-natured and always ready with a joke to lighten the mood. Had it not been for him, Mom would have walked out years ago. I secretly wished the two would get together, but he was married and showed no signs of being unhappy with his station. Stacy, on the other hand, was a raging bitch who’d never worked a full shift in her life. She called in sick more times than I could remember and try as she might to get fired, her looks kept her employed. I’d wager more than one roll in the hay with the owner helped, too.

I frowned and simply said, “Sorry, Mom. Keep your head down,” as I’d offered so many times before.

Then she smiled at me; the sight that never failed to warm my soul. Her weathered face betrayed her age but did nothing to hide the beauty that had always been. She looked like she’d lived a hard life, and she had; but as ever the rain wears the stone, nothing would ever completely dissolve her intrinsic elegance and strength.

“Back in a jiff,” Mom said, spinning on her high heels and lifting her skirt. My mind dove back up that twirling hem and my pants twitched. Dirty thoughts crept in as I continued to dwell on Mom’s creamy thighs and tender feet. What the fuck! I shook my head again and tried to return to my work, but Python proved no match for the perversion that overpowered my feeble psyche. I continued to daydream about the forbidden until her lyrical voice shook me awake.

“One bacon cheese for my growing boy.”

“Thanks,” I mumbled, not wanting to make eye contact for fear of adding further fuel to the fires of my wickedness.

I ate my solitary dinner in focused distraction, counting the holes in the red upholstery of the bench opposite my seat. Once I got to fifty-seven, I started again and landed at sixty-two. Unable to believe five foam-filled gaps had mysteriously sprouted in the few minutes between attempts, I began anew. Fifty-four. Fuck! My compulsive nature refused to allow this preposterous transgression to stand. After a sixth try, I surrendered, having polished off the last dollop of ketchup with the remaining cold soggy fry on my plate. Schrodinger’s holes would have to wait for another day.

Suitably distracted, I returned to my laptop; tweaking code, renaming variables, cursing errant semicolons, and formatting squirrely curly brackets. I ran my script for what felt like the thousandth time and it finished for a change, displaying a matrix of numbers. I pulled up a spreadsheet and ran several cursory calculations to confirm my hypothesis.

Success! I’d mathematically shown that changing a baseball player’s position based on age has a net positive result on his offensive capabilities. It was something every fan knew, but with numbers to back it up, I’d potentially be able to predict when a player should be moved, and maybe even when a player should be cut. It was the sort of hypothetical that any serious fantasy sports player needed to consider. I fired off an email to my supervisor and hoped to receive a quick response.

“Hey, champ,” I heard a familiar voice say. “Your mom’s almost done.”

“Thanks, George.”

“Hey, uh, have you heard about the mathematician who’s afraid of negative numbers?”

I shook my head and braced for the punchline.

“He’ll stop at nothing to avoid them!”

I shared a forced laugh with the charming grease-splattered gentleman and then shook my head. “Even for you George, that was pretty bad.”

“Aim to please,” he said, tipping an invisible cap and pushing open the diner’s squeaky glass door.

“Have a good one!” I shouted at his back. He turned and gave me a wave as he disappeared into the night.

Chuckling at the jovial cook’s friendly demeanor, I stood and headed back to the kitchen. George’s humor was always welcome, no matter how awful. But in this case it proved germane; his choice of jokes showed that he recognized my interests, and even though we knew little of each other, I knew that he cared. Mom needed more people like him in her life.

Pushing through the pair of swinging saloon doors, I found Mom hunched over a counter, giving it one last polish before calling it a night. Her flowing skirt swished side to side as her shapely hips rocked with each thrust of the washcloth. I couldn’t help but stare again, focusing on her taut thighs and lifted bottom, artificially enhanced by the well-worn green pumps that held her dainty toes. Fuck! I couldn’t stop myself.

“Oh, hi hun!” Mom exclaimed, pulling a hand to her breast. “You scared me!”

“Sorry. Guess I was just admiring your work,” I admitted sheepishly.

“Like you’ve never seen me clean a counter before?” she asked with a smirking kaçak bahis grin.

Gods I loved to see her smile. I shrugged and felt my cheeks start to heat up. “Need any help?”

“Nope, I’m almost done. Just need to put away the last of the leftovers.” I watched her toss the rag into the sink and then head for the stainless-steel prep station and lift out a half dozen hotel pans. With deft practiced moves she slid them down the counter and wrapped each in plastic before hefting one to the fridge. I reached out, opening the door, and she graced me with an appreciative smile. Hrrng. There it was again.

I held the door until Mom had the last heavy pan in her grasp and was sliding it into the back of the fridge. Then disaster struck. The wire shelving gave way and two of the near-full metal containers came crashing down.

“Fuck!” Mom screamed, trying to back out of the impending avalanche of food. But it was futile, a cascade of chili and nacho cheese rained down upon her. The pans crashed onto the floor, one sharp edge striking the top of her precious foot causing a second cry. “Ow! Fuck!” I could see blood begin to rise from the ugly wound and mix with the red and yellow slop that coated her body.

Mom lost it. Lost it like I’d never seen. She collapsed, broken, folding to the ground in a heaping mess with her hands covering her face and wailing sobs wracking her body.

“Mom?! Are you ok?!” I’d taken my share of the colorful fallout, but she was my only concern.

She didn’t respond; she just shook her head and continued howling into her hands. I didn’t know what to do. She was always the strong one. She was the one who held me when I couldn’t handle it anymore. So much hurt and resentment came flooding out of her that the sounds she made were painful to hear; they didn’t seem human. My heart ripped in half seeing the straw that finally broke her back; the back that bore the weight of our combined troubles for almost twenty years.

Not knowing what else to do, I knelt into the pool of spilled chili and cheese and wrapped my arms around her. “It’s okay, Mom. I’ll take care of it.”

“It’s not okay,” she sobbed. “I’m such a fuck up!”

I’d never heard her make such an admission. As often as life had gotten her down, she’d always stood back up. Maybe more battered, bruised, or weather-worn for her efforts; but never once failing to return to her feet.

“No, you aren’t,” I insisted. “The fridge broke, it’s not your fault.” Her shoulders shook as I held her tight, trying my best to offer what comfort I could.

She peeled her hands from her face and turned a tear-stained cheek in my direction. “George told me it was broken and I forgot.” Her face scrunched into a ball of frustrated despair and she broke down again, sliding farther into the mess. Unable to hold her up, I let her go. I felt horrible. Had it not been for my distraction maybe she would have remembered.

I saw the cut on her foot, oozing blood and covered with chunks of ground beef. I stood and slid in front of her, pushing waves of viscous liquid cheese across the tiled floor. I put my hands under her armpits and said, “Stand up. Let me take care of your foot.” I lifted and was glad to feel her comply, raising slowly on one knee, then standing on a wobbly foot.

Disaster struck a second time as the infernal mess caused her pointed heel to lose traction and she toppled against me. I slipped and we fell together with a squelching splash. She landed atop my chest as my back slapped onto the floor and launched a tsunami of chili cheese at the front of the oven. I saw stars and then heard the most blissful sound I’d heard in years.

Mom was laughing. She wasn’t just laughing, she was bawling. What a ridiculous mess we’d made! Rolling on the kitchen floor like a couple of pigs in slop! I couldn’t help myself. Her mirth was contagious and a welcome shift from what was just moments ago a scene of unspeakable heartbreak. Her body shook atop mine; I could feel her soft breasts pressing into my stomach as she slid up my torso and looked into my eyes. Streaks of red and yellow smudged her smiling flushed face as she leaned down and kissed me. It was over in a split second, but I felt as if an eternity had passed with her messy wet lips pressed onto mine.

“You taste like chili!” she blurted and buried her head into my chest, cackling with laughter. She lifted her face again and I lunged with my tongue, licking up her cheek.

“Whatever, cheese head!”

Mom guffawed and leaned down, taking my ear into her mouth and sliding her tongue through my crinkled curves before latching onto my lobe and popping it free with a loud smack.

“You’ve got some tomato in your ear, Jax,” she purred.

It was hot. I was getting turned on with her body pressed into mine and her warm breath crashing against my skin. The thing in my pants awoke and made its presence known. Her bare thigh brushed against it and she stopped all movement. Another heartbeat of an eternity passed before she quickly regained her composure, at least to the extent possible while covered in chili and nacho cheese, and rolled off me. She splashed into the mess and sat up, her skirt riding high on her stained legs. All I could think was that her poor white panties had to be ruined. Hrrng. My cock raged at the illicit visualization.

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Coffee Run

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He pulled in just ahead of me, dis-embarked from his bike, his large muscular legs outlined by his bike shorts, his eyes on me, connecting for seconds, long enough for me to wonder… would he make love softly, would he push me naked against the wall and kiss me with his pent-up hunger? I have never seen him before although I come here every Sunday.

I am wearing my calf length leggings and my merino wool black tank. My body is hot and sweaty from my run, my skin cold from the morning air. My legs tired and shaky, my hair damp from the mist and my sweat.

I am at my favourite coffee shop now, at the counter, tired from my week, exhausted from my run, hungry from not eating enough yesterday. I ran before my coffee today; I like the pain. A man passes by and says, “try smiling sweetie”. Anger rises in my chest and I am swearing silently about the fucking male fucking privilege of commenting on the facial expressions of other people. The good-looking Barista soothes bahis firmaları my anger, she understands: coffee first. Cappuccino today.

Coffee. Paper. Chair. Sip. Open paper. Look up. The man from outside is sitting across from me in the corner, at another table with his friends. He is looking at me, talking to his friends, but looking at me. I drop my eyes. Coffee. Hot on my throat. I’m thirsty. He is tracking me, I feel it. I cannot help but steal a glance. He is so much bigger than me. I blush. I feel it. He sees it. I blush again.

Washroom. Breathe. Cold water on my face. I open the washroom door and he is standing there. “Have we met before?” he says. “I wish” I say. He moves closer. “I want to kiss you” he says. “Yes” I say. His lips land so softly on mine and the most delicate sensual kiss leaves me flushed and wanting more, wanting force, pressure, and hard kisses. He whispers: “meet me outside in 10”.

I look up and realize I am in a coffee shop. I like kaçak iddaa this place… what am I doing? What if someone knows me? Finish coffee. Check watch. 6 minutes. I go outside. It’s still early, the grass wet. Few people. He is coming towards me having changed into running shoes. Quads bulging. Big arms. “Come”, He says.

We cross the road, and he takes my hand. We are jogging across wet grass, past old headstones, between small trees to the edge of a small river. The sound of the water running across the rocks.

He gives me an apple. His hands on my hips. My pants are down, his lips on my vulvae, his hot tongue on my … everywhere… I am eating the apple, it tastes so good, his mouth feels so good, so so good, the sound of the water, I’m going to come, my hips move to meet him, he moves to the side and pauses, then starts again, and again I feel it… pause… again… each time driving me closer and now I am desperate, god. Take me… I am grabbing him… his kaçak bahis large muscles drive me wilder… I am gasping. “I have protection, may I fuck you?”

“please, yes, please, fuck me, fuck me”.

He turns me, bending me willingly over a fallen tree, a sweater is now somehow under me to soften the bark, his cock touches me, just. He is behind me holding my shoulder with one hand, his cock just inside me, he moves slowly into me deeper and deeper until I am filled and I push back against him, he moves slowly and my orgasm rises again, for a moment I wonder if you can die from desire. His other hand finds my clit and I am writhing against him, he moves faster, I come and he is moving faster and harder, “fuck me oh god”. I hear the water, feel the tree under me, his hand on my shoulder, I am still coming, coming again… and he fucks me so hard and deep and I am just an orgasm, free and calling out my complete submission to his mastery. I feel him swell and his voice erupts and I am falling through space.

I lie on the grass, he has fixed my pants, I feel the earth, tears on my face and I am breathing fast… I think to slow my breath. Complete and total fucking satisfaction.

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Mom Goes Down Ch. 05

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Six months had passed since Bianca and her family were tortured and raped by Walter and Ronnie.

Bianca, her son Sean and her husband had done a shockingly good job of putting the incident behind them. Bianca secretly longed for her son but she kept her emotions in check. As for Sean, he continually masturbated to the thoughts of his mother’s body but he never acted on his feelings.

One member of the family had not been able to get over what happened. That was Julie. Julie was pregnant with someone’s child, it could have been any of the men who had sex with her during that ordeal. Unfortunately for Julie, she couldn’t have an abortion without her husband knowing and he was dead-set against it. Julie didn’t dare tell him why she wanted the abortion. Instead, Julie lived in fear of what her husband would do when it was clear the child wasn’t his.

Julie completely blamed her mom for what had happened. Her mother’s bitchiness and attitude were the reason those two thugs broke into the house and forced the family into an orgy. Julie had not spoken to her mother since that day and had felt nothing but hatred and resentment towards her.

Julie awoke one morning and was riddled with morning sickness. She looked at herself in the mirror and hated what she saw. She always loved her voluptuous figure and before the rape, she was just regaining her sexy curves. Now, she was pregnant again. Her already large breasts were now massive and her previously plump ass had even more cellulite on it.

The girl spoke bitterly to herself, “you know, if it wasn’t for that bitch of a mother, I wouldn’t look like this.”

“And what’s going to happen when I have the baby? Rick is going to know it’s not his and he’s going to divorce me and take our other children.”

The anger was growing inside her, “THAT BITCH!”

“She ruined my life. It’s about time I ruined her perfect little life.”

Julie hurriedly put on some clothes and gathered her “equipment.” She got some rope from her husband’s work-bench and found the large strap-on dildo her husband bought for them. Rick was a little kinky and wanted to make their sex life more adventurous but Julie had no desire to use that thing…until now!

Julie knocked on her mother’s door. Bianca was genuinely glad to see her, she wanted to make peace with her daughter.

“Oh Julie. How are you? I’ve been meaning to call you. We need to work things out.”

Julie was in no mood for reconciliation. “Look Mom, you did this to me. Those two assholes were here because of you. I’m going to lose everything when I have this baby. Now, you’ll lose everything.”

With that, Julie charged into the house and slapped her mother hard across the face. Bianca was stunned but she was also angry. Julie had abused her during that forced orgy, she wasn’t going to let it happen again.

Bianca tried to retaliate with a smack of her own but Julie grabbed her hand, Bianca then tried to hit her daughter with her free hand but Julie quickly grabbed that one as well. Julie was far younger and more powerful than her mother. She pushed Bianca up against the wall.

“You’re dead meat, bitch. You’re gonna regret the day you were born.”

Bianca could see the hatred in Julie’s eyes and began to sob. She realized how much her daughter wanted to hurt her. Bianca’s tears only caused Julie to laugh at her mother.

Julie güvenilir bahis kneed Bianca in her crotch with all her force. Bianca hit the floor like a ton of bricks.

“That’s it whore! You’re my bitch now!”

Julie grabbed her mom by the hair into the kitchen and took the rope out of her pocketbook. Bianca was in a daze and offered little resistance. Julie placed her mother on a chair and tied her arms behind the chair. Next, Julie went and found a scissor and cut her mother’s blouse and slacks away from her body. Bianca just sat with her head down, pleading for mercy.

“Please stop this. I’m so sorry. I’ll do anything you want. Just don’t hurt me. I love you, Julie.”

Julie was in no mood. “SHUT UP SLUT!” She smacked her mother hard against the face and Bianca began to sob louder and harder.

Pretty soon the woman was on the chair in her white bra and underwear. Her enormous breasts were about to spill out of the large cups. Julie then took the scissor to the bra and freed the massive hangers. They plopped down to Bianca’s naval. Julie then cut away her mother’s underwear and pulled them out from under her mom’s huge ass.

Bianca was now tied to the chair, stark naked.

Julie quickly went to work. “Ok, Mom, you liked having sex with me before, let’s see how you like it now.”

Julie approached her mom and began fondling and sucking on her mom’s massive nipples. The feeling drove Bianca wild. She didn’t want to admit that it felt good but it did. She raised her chest up to meet her daughter’s tongue. Bianca’s breats were so large that Julie had problems keeping her mouth on them but she continued to suck at a feverish pace.

Bianca was about to be ashamed again. “Ohhhh. Ohhh, my god. Ahhhhh, that feels good.”

The woman’s massive nipples were rock hard. Julie moved away from her mom and gave her a swift punch to the stomach.

“Yeah, I figured you’d like your own daughter sucking on your giant tits. You filthy slut, whore.”

Julie then made her way down to her mom’s hairy bush. Just then, there was a knock on the door. Julie was startled. She couldn’t let anyone know what was going on. She hoped the person would go away but with her car in the driveway, the unexpected guest knew someone was home.

Julie went to the door and saw a teenager standing there. “Can I help you?”

The boy responded. “Yeah, I’m here for the paper money.”

The boy, Brad, was 18 years old. He was well built for his age and was quite handsome. Julie had an idea.

“I don’t have any money but I have something better. How would you like to get some pussy.”

Brad was in shock. He stared at Julie, unable to speak.

“Come on in. Let me show you what I mean.”

Julie took the boy by the hand and brought him into the kitchen. Bianca looked on in horror. She wanted to scream but she was afraid of what Julie would do.

“See, this fat pig here. She’s aching for a big cock like your’s. How about I let you fuck her and you get that instead of the paper money.”

Brad was a little scared of what was going on and wanted to leave. “No thanks, lady. I better get home, I don’t want any trouble.”

Julie still had her beautiful looks despite being pregnant and her cleavage was enough to persuade any man. She leaned into the boy, with her breasts brushing up against his arm. She then türkçe bahis took her hand and began to gently rub the crotch of his pants.

“Please. Won’t you do it for me?” Julie then gave the boy a long kiss and Brad was hooked.

“Sure, whatever you want, maam.”

Julie’s plan was working better than she thought. Bianca knew what was in store for her. Julie was in the process of untying her and she made one last attempt at escaping. She jumped up from the chair and punched her daughter in the head. Julie was stunned. Bianca desperately tried to gather her clothers but it was no use. Brad was in awe of Julie and wanted to please her. He grabbed Bianca and held her in place. The woman’s large breasts hung down, turning the boy on even more.

“YOU BITCH! You’re gonna pay for that.”

Julie grabbed her mom and threw her on the table. She grabbed hold of her arms and held them over her head. Bianca began to scream but Julie gagged her with her own underwear. In the meantime, Brad took his pants off and was standing there with a hard cock. His penis was close to 9 inches, similar to Sean’s size.

“Ok, buddy, mount up!” Julie was egging the boy on.

Brad was in a trance. He couldn’t take his eyes off Julie. He approached Bianca’s large, hairy pussy and began to work his penis in. Bianca wasn’t wet at all and the force of the boy’s large penis was painful. She began to grunt and moan. Julie just laughed.

“Come on whore. Let’s see if you like this cock.”

Brad eventually thrusted his penis into the woman and began to eagerly hump her. Her breasts began to bounce on her chest. Julie was hysterically laughing. Bianca was helpless and Brad was beginning to reach his climax. The young boy continued to thrust his penis in and out of Bianca’s vagina. After several minutes, Bianca’s pussy began to tingle. She closed her eyes and gradually raised her hips to meet the boy’s penis. Julie cheered Brad on…

“Harder, harder, faster, make her cum.”

Brad obeyed the beautiful girl and fucked Bianca for all he was worth. Bianca was reaching her breaking point. When Brad put his hands down on her massive melons and began to squeeze them, she lost control. Her eyes rolled back, she lifted her hips completely off the table and began to shake violently. Brad pumped his seed into the woman’s hairy snatch. Bianca’s pussy was sopping wet, her body tingled with delight.

“Damn mommy! Looks like you enjoy young dick.”

Brad stepped away from Bianca and Julie decided to reward him. She took off her shirt and revealed a 44D bust with massive aereolas. Brad’s mouth watered. Julile lowered his head to her chest and allowed him to suck on her huge nipples. Julie moaned lightly as the teenager began to tongue and caress her breasts. This continued for several minutes.

Julie then decided to finish her plan. She took the strap-on dildo from her purse. It was 12 inches long and put it around her waist. Bianca was still in a daze after Brad’s brutal fucking. She didn’t know what her daughter was doing. Julie demanded that Brad go suck on her mom’s sloppy tits. Brad did as he was told. He placed his mouth around the large nipples and eagerly sucked. His cock was still hard.

Julie walked up to her mom and slid the massive dildo into her wet pussy. Bianca’s eyes nearly exploded out of her head. She tried to scream but the gag prevented güvenilir bahis siteleri her from making much noise. Julie had a large smile on her face and slammed the dildo into her mother.

Julie’s fat tits began to sway back and forth as the pregnant woman humped her own mother. Brad was extremely turned on at this point and continued to suck Bianca’s boobs. The poor woman’s body couldn’t take much more. The dildo filled her like never before and Julie was fucking her with such force. It wasn’t long before Bianca reached climax.

Through the underwear in her mouth, she let out a hideous scream. “UMMMMMMMPH!! AHHHHHHH!”

Julie looked down and juices literally leapt out of her mom’s pussy. The dildo was making sloshing noices as she slammed it in and out of her body. She grabbed hold of her hanging tits, closed her eyes and took the dildo out of her mother. She then slammed it’s entire length back into her mom. The sensation was exhilirating for the bombshell of a girl. Her ass tingled and she was weak-kneed as her own pussy exploded with juices.

Meanwhile Bianca’s body nearly leapt off the kitchen table. Her back arched all the way back and her 36D boobs were thrust into Brad’s face. Her fat butt raised high off the table and met her daughter’s strap-on dildo.

Bianca had blacked out from the multiple orgasms. Brad was in awe of what happened. The boy had made Julie’s plan work to perfection. She decided to give him another reward. She lowered her head onto his immense cock and began to suck on it. She cupped his balls in one hand and greedily licked his dick head. Her saggy tits brushed up against his knees and thighs. She looked up at the boy with her big brown eyes and winked at him. Brad couldn’t take anymore. He shot load after load into the beauty’s mouth. Julie tried to swallow it all but she couldn’t. Some of Brad’s seed ran down onto her massive aereolas.

Julie gave the boy a deep passionate kiss and told him he had to get going. She promised him more of the same treatment so long as he never told anyone what happened.

Julie looked at her mom. Completely nude, lying on the kitchen table, half-asleep. Her tits were sweaty and droopy, down to waistline. Her pubic hairs were covered in her own juices as well as Brad’s. Julie wasn’t quite finished. She went to the cupboard and got some dog food. She put some on her hand and wiped it all over her mom’s pussy.

Bianca was startled by the sensation but was too weak to move. She simply laid there. Julie proceeded to get dressed and called the family dog in from the yard. The dog’s name was Bill. It was a large poodle.

Julie took the dog to Bianca and waited with baited breath. The dog smelled it’s food on Bianca’s pussy and began to lick at the woman’s crotch. Bianca realized what was going and tried to leap away but Julie punched her hard in the face and held her down. Bianca was being eaten by her own dog! Julie then took her underwear off and mounted her mom’s face. The girl’s massive ass and vagina hung over her mom’s face.

“EAT ME SLUT! And don’t forget, you’re my BITCH!”

With that, the girl plopped down on her mom’s face and grinded her hips into her mouth.

It wasn’t long before Bianca was having another orgasm. This time from her own dog’s tonguing her hairy pussy!

NOTE – This officially marks the end of Bianca’s tale. From now, the stories will primarily focus on Julie. Although a fictional character, Julie’s body type was inspired by a woman near and dear to my heart. You’ll get to read plenty more about Julie in the next few stories. Until then…

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Mom Gets Strip Searched

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WARNING: This story contains graphic depictions of sexual assaults, as well as incest. If you are offended by either of these topics, then do not read any further. In real life, non-consensual sex of any kind is illegal and immoral, and not condoned by the author. All characters are over 18. This story and all characters are fiction. However, many of the events depicted are fictionalized accounts inspired by real-life incidents.

PART 01

CHAPTER 1 – INTRO: BAD COPS

Patrolmen Coleman and Sikowski sat in their squad car in the parking lot across the street from the bar. They watched the young wife exiting the bar alone after sharing a few happy hour drinks with her co-workers. The brunette woman was wearing a blue long-sleeve blouse with buttons up the front, and a navy skirt hemmed above her knees.

“Nice rack.” Sikowski stated matter-of-factly.

“I think I’ll give her a try,” said Coleman, the man behind the wheel. When the woman drove out of the bar parking lot, Coleman followed her. Within two blocks, he turned on his lights. The woman pulled into an empty parking lot of a closed store, just off the road. Coleman exited the squad and approached the woman’s driver-side door. The woman rolled down her window.

“Can I see your license, please?” Coleman asked. She was already looking scared. “How much you have to drink today?”

“Just two,” answered the woman in a wavering voice.

“I think you had more than two. You were weaving quite a bit,” Coleman lied. “Should I give you a sobriety test?”

The woman didn’t answer. Coleman could see her fear growing. “You don’t want me to, do you? Maybe I should just take you to jail and book you.”

“Please, I don’t have far to go. I’m alright, really.”

Coleman decided not to waste time, to go for it. “Want to make a trade? I let you go, if you’ll be nice to me?”

“Uh, how much do you want?” The scared woman asked.

Coleman gave her back her license. He grabbed the shoulder harness just above her shoulders, and pulled it away from her chest. The woman saw his eyes admiring her breasts. Coleman used the back of his hand to open her blouse a little. Sunlight illuminated her lacy white bra. “I don’t want no money. Just a few minutes with these.”

“Oh, please, no,” the woman begged.

Coleman watched her heaving chest. “A few minutes with them, and I let you go, ok?”

The trembling woman said and did nothing. Coleman unbuttoned the top buttons of her blouse. He put his hand into the blouse, and gave her left breast a squeeze over her bra. Then he slid it into her right bra cup and felt her breast. “These are real nice. C cup? Huh?”

“Uh, huh,” mumbled the teary woman.

While traffic whizzed by just a few feet away, Coleman pulled her tits out of their cups, and played with both of the firm beauties. The young wife sat in silence except for a few sniffles, and let the policeman feel her up, kneading and squeezing her breasts, playing with her hard nipples. Coleman reached down and put his hand on her thigh over her pantyhose. He pushed back her skirt, revealing white panties under her sheer hose. He reached between her legs and rubbed her crotch.

“Coleman! We got a call. Let’s go!” called Sikowski from the squad car. Coleman let go of the teary woman, and said, “Use a designated driver next time.” He returned to his squad car, climbed in, and drove away.

“How were her tits?” asked Sikowski.

“Great. White, firm, pink areolas, eraser-sized nipples. She let me rub her pussy over her pantyhose. I don’t know what else she would have let me do. She was a little reluctant.”

“Did she look scared?”

“Trembling like a puppy,” Coleman said with glee.

“Miller might’ve tried for more,” said Sikowski

“Yeah,” said Coleman. “Miller always knows what he can get away with.”

******

On the other side of town, Patrolmen Rapp and Crabbe were following a car that really was weaving. They followed the car until it turned onto a quiet street in a sparsely populated, wooded, residential neighborhood. Crabbe and Rapp both got out of the car and gave the woman a sobriety test; walking a straight line, touching her nose, and touching her toes. She didn’t do too bad, but didn’t do really well, either. Mostly the two cops enjoyed making the young Hispanic woman bend over in her short halter dress, revealing her red panties. Overall, she wasn’t bad looking.

After threatening the woman with jail, Crabbe gave her an ultimatum similar to Coleman’s. He told her he didn’t want to send her to jail, but “You should be punished. Take off your dress.”

“Why?” the woman asked.

“Don’t ask questions, that’s your punishment. Take off your dress.”

“But I’m not wearing a bra,” she protested.

“Just take the dress off!” Repeated Crabbe.

The woman slowly grabbed her dress by the hem, and lifted it up. Her red panties came into view. She crossed her arms and lifted up further, pulling the dress over her head and through her long black hair. She was now wearing only bahis firmaları her shoes and her red panties. Crabbe and Rapp stared at the woman’s cone-shaped, naked breasts, capped with dark areolas and hard nipples.

“You say you only live three blocks from here?” Crabbe asked.

“Yes,” said the topless woman with her head down.

“Then start walking home. We’ll follow you.”

The woman gave the officers a confused look, but then they got in their car, she began walking down the street toward her home, holding her dress in her hand. The cops followed her as she walked. They stared at her ass cheeks as they alternately jiggled up and down in her red panties.

“Not a bad ass,” commented Rapp. “Not great, but not bad.”

“How did I do?” asked Crabbe.

“Good,” answered Rapp.

“I was with Miller when he did that on this street. Not too many roads I’d do that on in daylight. Shit, I’d really like to feel up a woman tonight. Do ya think Miller would’ve made her take her panties off, or felt her tits?”

“Hard to say. Miller always knows what he can get away with.”

“Yeah, he’s got a real sense about how far he can go with broads.”

“And a lot of experience. He’s been pulling this shit since I was a rookie.”

After following the topless woman for two blocks, the cops pulled around her and sped away, getting one more look at her jiggling tits as she walked.

******

In an alley in another part of town, rookie patrolman Graham sat behind his parked squad car, listening to the rapid-fire slurping sounds emanating from behind him. Sergeant Miller sat in the back seat in near-darkness. A slender black hooker was sucking his cock with a speed and agility that only an experienced whore could do. When Miller came in her mouth, the hooker opened the car door and spat on the ground. Miller zipped his uniform pants up, and held up the vial that he found in the hooker’s bra.

“What’s this, Shawana, coke?” Miller asked.

“Yeah,” said Shawana.

“I think I’ll be confiscating this,” said Miller.

“Damn, not the whole thing! There’s a lot there!”

“OK, I only take half.” After dividing the white powder in two, Shawana exited the squad car, and Miller ordered Graham to drive out of the alley.

“Kid, you sure you didn’t want some of Shawana?” Miller asked Graham.

“Nah, I’m not into hookers. Getting a blow job from a hooker just isn’t the same as getting some pussy from a chick that’s not getting paid for it,” said Graham.

“I know that ya mean,” said Miller. “But sometimes you gotta take what you can get. Sometimes there’s no opportunities for days. And then, boom, some good piece of ass falls right in your lap. If you know how to handle it. But the shift is still young, and I’m still horny. So,” said Miller as he inspected his cocaine. “We’ll keep our eyes peeled for an opportunity.”

CHAPTER 2 – A BIG BUST IN THE PARK

Originally my dad had volunteered to chauffer me and five other players on my baseball team to our game, but he had to go out of town on business, leaving my mom stuck with driving us. All the guys I knew well were going in other cars with their parents. The guys we were taking are the kids whose parents are never around to take them to anything. Kids I mostly didn’t know well. I learned something about them at the first game. They like my mom’s body. And they aren’t too discreet when they say something about a woman without knowing that they’re sitting with her son. As soon as I heard, “Check out the woman over there with the big tits and the long legs,” I turned to look along with everyone else, only to realize that they were talking about Mom. I pretended that I wasn’t paying attention, as they made a few more crude comments about her tits and legs and wondering if she liked to fuck teenaged baseball players. I was offended and felt like punching them, but I was also wondering why I was getting hard listening to them.

I’d gotten hard before looking at and thinking about my mom. At first it was only when she wore a braless nightgown in front of me, or when we went to the lake and I saw some cleavage and some stray pussy hairs sticking out of her bathing suit, stuff like that. Then I’d jerk off in my room, imagining that Mom came in wearing that sexy black negligee that I found buried away in her closet with other ancient and unworn garments, and said, “Oh, Randy, I really need you,” and then pulled off her nightie and fucked me.

Then one time a couple of carpenters came over to repair a wall, and I caught them staring at her tits, giving each other smiles after she leaned over and showed some cleavage. Suddenly this fantasy popped into my head that I wasn’t home, and these big strong nasty carpenters were home alone with her, and they grabbed her and started feeling her tits and stuff. And I snuck into my room and jacked off fantasizing about them raping Mom. I began to notice that although in her forties, Mom is still desired by a lot of men. And I also began to realize that the thought of men doing things kaçak iddaa to women against their will could get me aroused, even though I never considered doing anything like that in real life.

At tonight’s game, Mom sat in the bleachers with a couple of the other moms, and about five of the dads, including one that lives across the street from us. I was especially horny for some reason, and watched the other dads talking to my mom and looking at her, and I was getting aroused. She looked good tonight in a tight orange tank top that clung a little to her big tits, and a blue denim skirt that was hemmed a little below mid-thigh level. Nothing risqué, really, for a warm summer night, but they complimented her figure just right. Right before the game started, a couple of the players walked by the bleachers and seemed to be trying to look up her skirt. By now they figured out that she was my mom, so they didn’t say anything to me. Later, I saw the dad from across the street walk by her, and appear to try to look up her skirt. Throughout the game, I kept looking back at Mom. As mom leaned forward on the bleachers, a couple of the dads seemed to be looking into her tank top as they talked to her. At one point Mom had her arms crossed under her tits, and her cleavage was getting pushed up out of her bra, and I saw a couple of my teammates looking at her.

Right after we lost the game, the sun was lowering, but there was still plenty of light. We headed over near the bleachers where the parents were. My mom was anxious to leave, but two of the players we brought, Paul Wilder and Jesse Carmel, had disappeared. We looked around for them, and finally spotted them walking out from behind a clump of trees away from the field. Mom, Paul, Jesse, Dylan Brown, Mike Taylor, Rick Savich, and myself climbed into our minivan. While Mom got the car started, a funny odor wafted through the van. Almost like a campfire smell. I’d only smelled it one other time, but I thought it might be pot.

Mom had pulled the van out of the parking space, and had just put it into forward, when a police car pulled into the parking lot from the other direction and stopped in front of Mom. Not understanding that they were after her, Mom tried to go around the squad car, but they immediately turned on their lights and siren and blocked her exit. With the lights still on, two cops got out of the squad car and approached our van from either side.

Mom started to roll down her window, while Mike and Dylan traded derogatory comments about cops. Mom turned back to us and said in a hushed voice, “You guys just don’t say anything!” When she turned her head back, a big cop with greasy blonde hair poked his head in the window and asked her for her driver’s license. Mom gave it to him. He glanced at it, and then looked us over. “Is that pot I smell?”

I saw Mom sniff the air, and then get an alarmed look on her face. She just sort of stammered at the officer, “Uh, uh… I…”

“Turn off the car, please,” he ordered. The cop talked into his radio that was attached to his shoulder, rattling off police jargon and numbers, then “seven suspects, request backup”.

“Step out of the vehicle,” he told Mom. Mom, with a confused, concerned expression, unbuckled her seat belt, unlocked the doors, and climbed out of the car. “Step over to the front of the squad car.” Mom tentatively walked over to the side of the squad car. I saw the cop lower his eyes and stare down at her body as she walked past him. “Turn around and put your hands on the hood,” he ordered. Mom looked back at him and us, and placed her hands on the hood of the squad car.

Our van and the squad car were blocking the parking lot entrance. No one else could leave. Some people sat in their cars, while others gathered around the van to see what was going down. I could see several of my teammates and their parents standing nearby, as well as other teens and adults, looking at Mom with her hands on the car. Just then a second squad car pulled up.

The greasy cop walked around to the passenger side of our van, opened the passenger door where I was sitting, and said, “Step out.” I got out of the van, and he made me walk around to the other side of the van. “Put your hands on the side of the van.” The other cop, the one with the crew cut, watched me. The greasy cop then opened the sliding side door, and said, “Everyone step out, one at a time.” One by one, he had the other players standing along the driver’s side of the van next to me, with their hands on the van. Soon all six of us were lined up.

The two cops in the second car approached and looked Mom and us over. One had sergeant stripes on his shoulder, was older, very tall and broad shouldered, and had a pretty big gut. He seemed to take charge. Without being asked, the greasy cop told him, “Six males and the female. I saw two of the males smoking a joint, and then they jumped in the van. The female driver tried to get away from me, and then ordered the males to keep quiet and not say anything. We just got them out of the van, we haven’t searched the van or kaçak bahis the suspects yet.”

That part about Mom trying to get away was a bunch of crap, but maybe he was right about Paul and Jesse sharing a joint. It was beginning to look like a bad night.

The sergeant said, “You and Coleman search the males.” The two original cops went down the line and frisked us, starting with me. The crew cut cop started his hand at my shoulders, felt along my arms, then under my armpits, down my sides, down the outside of my legs. Then he went up my inner thighs, and felt my crotch over my jock and cup. The two cops went down the line and frisked the other five the same way.

The sergeant had disappeared inside of our van, and then reappeared holding Mom’s purse. He said, “I’ll do a pat-down on the female.” I’d swear the greasy cop gave the sergeant a little knowing smirk when he said that. I wasn’t sure I heard right about giving Mom a pat-down, but suddenly she was the center of attention. The squad car’s engine was nose-to-nose with the van’s, so my teammates and me had a side view of Mom leaning over the squad car’s hood. Her skirt was tight and rising, showing off her nice bare thighs, and her tits were hanging down nice. The older sergeant walked over to Mom and stood behind her. Without a word, he put his hands on her shoulders and ran them down her arms. Mom had a shocked look on her face as he slid his big palms down under her arms and around her waist. Then he quickly ran his hands up her waist, and over her tits on top of her shirt. Mom let out an involuntary gasp.

I was at the rear end of the van, the furthest away of us six teammates, about twelve feet away, and I could clearly see the sergeant get a good squeeze of my mom’s big tits over her shirt and bra. He quickly circled them with his palms, and felt along the underside of them. Just as quickly, he leaned over, ran his hands down her hips and outer thighs over her denim skirt. Then he ran his right hand up the inside of her bare left thigh, up under her skirt. Mom let out a squeal, as it appeared to me that he gave her crotch a good quick rub.

When the cop stood back up, Mom was panting and shivering. I looked at my teammates, who were intently watching everything that I saw. I glanced around the crowd. There were well over fifty people who saw my mom get felt, including all of my other teammates, five other dads that I spotted, and at least two other team moms. One mom close to me turned to her husband and said, “He can’t do that, can he?” Her husband just shrugged. The noisy mom said to the sergeant, “You can’t do that, you have to get a woman police officer to do that!”

The sergeant looked back at her with an annoyed look. “When there’s no female officer at the scene, a male officer can search a female felony suspect.”

“What felony?” one dad asked. “I heard the other guy say that it was just a couple of kids smoking pot.”

The sergeant gave the guy an angry look. He reached into Mom’s open purse, and pulled out a vial of something. “This appears to be cocaine. That’s a felony here in this quantity, and it was in her purse.”

The voices in the crowd grew silent. I was shocked, but figured it was a mistake, that the vial contained something else. It wasn’t until later that I began to figure it as a plant. Still the crowd made their point. Loudly the sergeant spoke on his radio. “Request female officer to the scene.”

Sergeant Miller told Mom to stand straight and face him. “Close your eyes,” he ordered. “Put your hands out to your sides. Touch your nose with your right index finger.” He was giving her a sobriety test. “Now your left.” Mom followed his instructions, though I’m sure she was mortified at doing it in front of everybody. Miller told Mom to stand on a line between two parking spaces. He made her walk along the line, heel-to-toe.

Mom walked on the line toward Miller and the crowd. Then he told her to turn around and walk back the other way. After walking a few feet he told her to stop. “Bend down and touch your toes keeping your knees locked.” Mom hesitated for just a second, and then slowly bent down. Her skirt stretched tightly around her ass, and started to rise in the back, exposing the back of her bare thighs. As her fingertips reached mid-calf, her pink panties came into view. “Stay down,” Miller ordered. Mom held her bent-over pose as I saw all of the cops, and all of my teammates, looking at my mom’s panties stretched over her pussy mound between her legs. Finally, Miller told her to stand up and put her hands on the squad car again.

CHAPTER 3 – PUBLIC STRIP SEARCH

One of the other cops came out of the van with one of the player’s clothes bag. “And here’s the pot,” he said, holding up a bag of what looked like pot. I don’t know whose bag it was but I was guessing that it was Paul’s or Jesse’s. Another cop returned from a squad car with what appeared to be thick yellow twine. “Too many of them to use the cuffs.” Two of the cops made me put my hands behind my back, and wrapped the twine around my wrists behind me. They did the same to the other five guys, and then used real cuffs on mom. I watched Mom’s tits stick out as she arched her back and got her wrists cuffed behind her, a scared and confused expression on her face.

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Cocktail Party

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I stood silently next to my mother-in-law, listening to her tell an employee how I wasn’t her first choice for daughter-in-law but that she’d had grown accustom to my presence. I smiled politely, enduring this disrespect for the man I loved. I promised him that I wouldn’t argue with his mother during her stupid little party.

She threw cocktail parties for her employees every six months as a thank you for their hard work at her ad agency. Each time, she invited my husband and me so that she could show him off and remind them how much she despised me.

My husband must have sensed my pain as he suddenly walked up behind us, wrapping one arm around his mother and the other around me. “How are my two favorite Mrs. Saunders’?” he cheerfully asked.

I opened my mouth to respond smartly but he silenced me with a pinch on the ass. He smiled and I couldn’t help but return it. He knew me too well.

His mother smiled happily and said, “Oh, we are doing just wonderful, Calvin! Samantha and I are getting along beautifully. Why I was just telling April that, wasn’t I?”

She looked to April for confirmation who nodded her head uncomfortably. She was a newer employee and not used to this psychotic woman’s antics.

“Good,” Calvin said. He kissed his mother on the cheek and smiled at her again. He turned to me and moved in like he was going to kiss my cheek also. Instead, he bent his head and sank his teeth into the side of my neck. My knees went weak and I could barely stop myself from moaning out loud. He flashed me a mischievous grin, gave my ass a squeeze before walking away.

I glanced at his mother to see if she noticed her son’s actions and the resulting flush on my face. She seemed oblivious as she continued talking as if Calvin had never been bahis firmaları there. April, on the other hand, looked at me with a slightly raised eyebrow and look of amusement. I smiled at her and took a sip of wine to cool myself off.

“Samantha, dear, would you mind checking with the chef and seeing how much longer until more crab puffs are ready?” Mrs. Saunders asked me.

“I’m sure the servers will bring them around once they’re ready.”

“Yes, but you now how I adore those little puffs and I’d hate for everyone else to get to them before I do. Why don’t you just bring me a few if they are ready?” She smiled sweetly and I knew she was enjoying sending me off to the kitchen as if I were part of the staff as opposed to her guest.

I forced a smile before turning on my heels and heading towards the kitchen. Calvin caught my hand as I stalked past him.

“Where are you going?”

“Your mother asked me to get her some crab puffs,” I grumbled.

“Isn’t that what the servers are for?” he frowned.

“You would think but apparently asking me to do it was a much wiser choice.”

He shook he head and said he would walk with me. Before we reached the kitchen, he pulled me down a long hallway that led to the rest of the house.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“About to put the smile back on my wife’s face. You know I don’t like seeing you pout.”

“Then why do you keep forcing me to come to these stupid little parties?” I whined.

He laughed and said, “If I have to come to them, so do you.”

Calvin leaned against the wall and pulled me up against him. I happily pressed my body against his as he wrapped his arms around me. His lips captured mine in a slow, sweet kiss. I tilted my head, deepening the kiss by kaçak iddaa slipping my tongue between his lips. He sighed as he widened his stance and pulled me closer. I could feel him growing and hardening between us. Calvin’s hands slipped down to my ass. I rose onto my toes and began grinding my pelvis into his. He broke the kiss as his lips trailed a path to my neck. His teeth found the sensitive spot on my neck and treated it to the same pleasure as before. I let out a little moan this time.

“Um, excuse me.”

Calvin and I jumped at hearing the voice beside us. We pulled apart and saw one of the staff trying to get past us with an arm full of coats. We apologized and walked a bit further down the hall so that she could pass.

“Let’s go somewhere we won’t be interrupted,” Calvin suggested.

“We need to get back to the party before your mother comes looking for us.”

“We’ll go back in ten minutes.”

Before I could protest further, he was opening the first door we came to and whisking me inside. He flipped on the lights and I saw we were in his mother’s home office. Suddenly heading back to the party didn’t seem like such a pressing matter.

“This is perfect,” I said with a devious smile.

He shook his head and laughed at me. I took his hand and led him behind her desk. I pulled off my underwear, lifted my dress and sat in her leather chair. I draped one leg over the arm of the chair. After licking my finger, I began to play with my clit, knowing it would turn Calvin on. He licked his lips.

“Come get it, baby,” I said.

He dropped to his knees and pushed my hand to the side, letting his tongue take over. Calvin firmly pressed his tongue against me, giving me slow licks. It wasn’t long before I was breathing deeply and kaçak bahis lifting my hips to meet his tongue. He wrapped his lips around my clit, sucking me hard and fast. I moaned as I felt my walls contract.

Pushing Calvin back a little bit, I motioned for him to stand. I unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down around his ankles. His full erect member stood straight out once freed. I massaged the head for a moment before standing in front of him, bent over his mother’s desk. He pushed deep inside of me. I pushed my hips back, making sure I had all of him. Calvin began to slowly stroke me, holding onto my hips.

Soon, the intoxicating aroma of our love filled the air, arousing the both of us further. We went from slow, sweet strokes to rough, animalistic thrusts. For every thrust he gave, I threw my ass back forcing him to go harder.

Calvin reached under me and began rubbing my clit with his thumb. My hips began bucking wildly and we both moaned loudly. Before I knew it, waves of orgasm were flooding my body as my clit exploded beneath his thumb and I contracted tightly around his thick shaft. Calvin came right behind me, propelling himself into me faster. I could tell he tried to stop himself from moaning too loud but he did a terrible job. When he finally stopped thrusting, we collapsed onto the desk, trying to catch our breaths.

He stood up and pulled out of me. “We better get back to the party.”

I nodded in agreement as he pulled up his pants. I looked around for tissue, finding some on the desk. I cleaned myself up and tossed the tissue in the trash can. Calvin stopped me before we exited the hallway and asked if I was feeling better. I flashed him a big smile and kissed him. He had no idea.

I made a pit stop in the kitchen to get the crab puffs before heading back to the party to locate my mother-in-law. I proudly presented her with the puffs. I couldn’t help but smile as I wondered if she would notice the scent of lust her son and I left behind.

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Mom Discovers Porn

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I’d started watching a little porn during my freshman year at college. Not a lot, but my high school girlfriend was 300 miles away, and I wasn’t getting the swing of just “hooking up” with any of the college girls like a lot of the other freshmen were. A guy needs a little relief now and then, so I usually watched some porn on my computer when my roommate was gone to get myself in the mood.

When I went home for summer, my old girlfriend had a new boyfriend. No big deal, we had pretty much grown apart over the school year, but it meant I was still out of luck in the sex department. I discovered that I could cast from my computer to the big flat screen TV in my bedroom, so a couple of times a week I’d watch a little porn on the big screen and rub one out.

One night I was lying on my bed, deep into a “casting-couch” type video and was watching the girl masturbate to prove to the “movie Producer” that she could do that on-camera, with my pants down to my ankles. Suddenly, the door to my room flew open, and in walked my mother carrying a pile of my freshly-laundered underwear. In a panic, I didn’t know which to do first: cover myself up or turn off the porn video. I threw the sheet over me with one oily hand, and stabbed at the keys to my laptop to halt the video with the other. My mother just stood there with her mouth open.

When I finally got it turned off, Mom had composed herself. She smiled and said, “Well, that was unfortunate. I’ve got your underwear here…” She walked over, opened my drawer and began putting them away. I was absolutely mortified and didn’t know what to say.

“So, what were you watching?” she asked as she stacked them neatly. Her back was to me.

“Um, just some videos,” I answered, trying to be vague.

“I could see that!” she replied. “I mean, what specifically were you watching?” I wasn’t sure how to answer that question. She turned and looked at me and I immediately looked away, averting her gaze.

“Porn, Mom. I was watching porn.” I figured honesty was the best policy at this point. She walked over and sat on the edge of my bed.

“I’m sure it’s completely normal for a young man your age. You are an adult, and you have the right to watch whatever you want.” I looked up at her. “It’s just unfortunate that I barged in, and I apologize.” She reached out and put her hand lovingly on my thigh.

I was both shocked and relieved that she was taking this stance.

“It’s okay, Mom. I should try to be more discreet. I just, uh, well, a guy needs a little relief now and then.” Mom just sat there, smiling at me. My cock was still stiff under the covers and aching for relief.

“So, what was the video about?” she asked, still smiling.

“Um, about a guy who interviews girls to be in porn movies, and he gives them auditions and films them,” I answered, not really wanting this conversation to go any further. Mom sat there and bit her lower lip. “But it’s a trick, and he just has sex with them,” I added.

Finally, after 30 seconds or more, she spoke. “I’ve never seen a porno.” This time it was her turn to avert her gaze. “I’ve always been curious about them.” Mom had gotten pregnant with me when she and my Dad were only 17. She had been raised in a very strict Jehovah’s Witness family, and had led a very sheltered life. She was disowned by the church and her family, then after giving it his best shot, my Dad left when I was about 9. For the past ten years she had been working and raising me. No dating, not much of a social life. I wasn’t surprised that she had never seen porn, though at 36, she was still very fit, very blessed in the looks department, with 34-C breasts (I know because I checked her bras for their size when I was about 15).

Another minute or so passed in silence, uncomfortably, and she was biting her lower lip, as she often did when she was mulling something over. Then she quietly said, “Put it back on, I want to see what it’s like.”

“Mom!” I cried out. “I can’t watch porn with you!”

“I just want to check it out,” she said, pouting. “We’re both adults, and I already saw a little bit before you got it turned off. You already have watched it with me, technically. Come on, I want to see what everyone else except me seems to watch. I want to see what it’s like. Just a little bit.”

“Shit,” I said, immediately regretting it.

“You still have to watch your language, Daniel,” Mom said, smiling. “Come on, just a little. I want to see what it’s like. That thirty seconds was literally the only porn I’ve ever witnessed.”

Knowing I would regret it, I mumbled an “Okay,” and clicked on the ‘Play’ icon on my laptop. When it came back on, the fake movie producer was telling the interviewee that if she wanted to get a job in porn, she’d have to suck his cock. I glanced over at Mom, and she winced just a bit when he said it.

With no hesitation the young woman unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock and went to work on it. Mom sat on the edge of the bed, not moving, while bahis firmaları she watched the actress suck his cock, then get eaten out, then fucked both vaginally and anally.

Mom’s eyes were wide throughout most of the video, and when it was over, she smoothed her skirt over her lap and said, “So that’s what porn is, men tricking women into having sex with them?”

“No,” I answered. “This is just one genre. There are lots of others.”

“Really?” Mom said. “Like what are some of the others?” This question made me particularly uncomfortable.

“Well, there’s girl on girl, two guys and a girl, two girls and a guy, interracial, fisting, fetishes like bondage and foot worship. Really just about anything you can imagine.”

As Mom’s eyebrows went up, she asked, “Are there more like the one we just watched?”

“Literally tons,” I answered.

“Let’s just see one more,” she said. “Then I’ll go and leave you to whatever.” I think she winked at me.

“Mom, this is really weirding me out!” I cried, slamming my laptop shut.

“Just one more, really. It’s okay, we’re both adults here.” She smiled at me imploringly.

Against my better judgement, I reopened my laptop and put on another Casting Couch video. This was one of my favorites, with a blonde-haired girl that was more than willing to do anything. Mom stared in rapt attention, not moving, eyes open wide and her mouth forming into a little “O” every time something particularly interesting happened on the big screen.

I was hard as a rock and really starting to get blue balls by the time it was over. The covers masked my hard-on, but I didn’t want to risk reaching down to give it a tug or two with Mom in the room.

Finally, when it was over, Mom stood and said, “Thank you for letting me watch. I certainly can see why they are so popular. They are definitely…” She paused. “…definitely, uh, arousing.” She stood and walked towards the door. Just before she exited the room she turned and gave me a coy little smile. “I’ll shut the door so you can go back to whatever it was you were doing before I barged in.”

As soon as the door banged shut I grabbed my cock and gave it a couple of strokes, then shot a super-high-pressure load onto the sheets. Then I just lay there in stunned silence.

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The next day everything seemed to be completely normal with Mom. She didn’t mention the porn from the night before. I rushed off to my summer job, being a lifeguard at the local pool. I came home and showered after work, then had a quick bite of dinner with her before running off to my friend, Carl’s, house. We were getting a few of the old high school buddies together for a poker game.

When I got home, it was after 10 pm and Mom was in her bedroom. I went in to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, then into my bedroom, stripped, and got into bed. I grabbed my laptop to look at my Instagram before I went to sleep. Just as I turned the light off, there was a light knock at my door.

“Are you decent?” I heard Mom ask from the other side of the door.

“Yeah, come on in,” I answered, and the door swung open. Mom was in her nightie with no robe.

“Uh, I’ve been thinking all day about something you said last night,” she said as she walked into the room.

I was immediately uncomfortable again. “What was that?” I asked, not really wanting to know the answer.

“Well, you said there were all different kinds of genres,” she said, glancing at the dark TV screen. “I’d like to see a different kind. I only got to see that one with basically the same story, just a different girl.”

“Mom, I’m really not comfortable with this. I can tell you how to find it on your computer, then you won’t have to watch it with me.”

She shook her head. “No, I’ll feel too dirty if I watch it by myself. I don’t think I could do that. This just seems like research or something if I have you play it for me.”

“Crap,” I said, relenting. “Okay, come on in.” She walked in and sat on the bed next to me, putting her feet up and leaning back against the headboard. I grabbed the remote, turned on the TV, then opened Pornhub. “What would you like to see?” I asked.

“I don’t know, you pick. Something I’ll like.” How was I supposed to know what kind of porn my mother would like? I thought for a second, then entered “For Women Romantic” in the search bar. Up popped twenty or so choices, all with a man and woman, softly lit. I clicked on one and it started.

Mom pulled her knees up to her chest and pulled her nightie down to her ankles. The video started with the couple making out, progressing slowly through breast play, then oral sex by and for each of them, then a long, slow fuck with them orgasming together at the end. Mom stared silently the entire time, her full attention on the video. Again, her mouth would form into an “Ooh” every time they reached a new step in their progression.

When it was over, I said, “Okay, it’s getting late. I’ve got to go kaçak iddaa to work in the morning.” Mom reached over and put her hand on my arm.

“But you said there were things with fetishes and, like, two guys and a girl. That’s more what I was thinking.” I couldn’t believe my own mother was asking to see two guys banging one girl. I knew, though, that she wouldn’t leave until she got to see what she wanted to see. The video had been a little tame and I hadn’t even really gotten completely aroused by it.

I clicked on “MMF” in the search bar and found a threesome with two good-looking guys and a young woman that looked like a young business professional. As soon as it started, I realized it was in a completely different class than the previous video. They got right into it, with the woman going back and forth between their two hard, prodigious cocks as they stood on each side of her and she kneeled between them.

“Goodness!” Mom gasped. “That was sudden. No build-up here!” She stretched her shapely legs out, her nightie riding up above her knees. I watched the woman trading back and forth slurping on the two huge cocks and started to feel myself get hard. I looked over at Mom and found her gazing intently at the unfolding scene as she lightly rubbed the top of her belly just below her breasts. I could see her ample cleavage, and it suddenly dawned on me that as much as I wanted to reach down and start rubbing my cock, she probably wanted to pinch and pull on her nipples just as much. I wondered if she was wearing any panties under her nightie.

Whoa! I caught myself. Don’t start thinking like that, I scolded myself. Not about your Mom. You just need to get through this video, then get her out of your room, get yourself off, then go to sleep. As we watched the video progress, I got more and more turned on. Mom’s face and upper chest became flushed red, and I suspected it was having the same effect on her. And she kept on lightly rubbing that same spot just below her breasts.

At one point, one of the guys was kissing and sucking on the woman’s breasts while the other guy was between her legs, rubbing the mushroom-shaped head of his hard cock up and down her wet, open slit. At the moment of the closeup of him sliding it slowly into her, my mother made an audible moan, “Ooohhhhhhhh,” as her mouth formed the familiar “O”. It was as if she could actually feel it sliding in to her and that was her reaction. Her hand went briefly to her breast and she gave a quick and abbreviated pinch to her left nipple.

Seeing my Mom visibly aroused got me even harder. I wanted to reach down and grab my cock. I surreptitiously put my hand down near it and gently rubbed the underside with my thumb. The scene kept going, with the guy building speed and pace as she reached for the other guy’s cock and started running it in and out of her mouth with her hand in time with the guy banging her. The woman was moaning her way through an intense orgasm and it wasn’t long before the guy in her pussy pulled out and shot his load all over her bare cunt as the other guy shot off in the woman’s mouth and all over her face.

My mother’s hands by this time were on her breasts full time, pinching and pulling on her nipples. All the action on the screen and watching my mother pleasure her nipples caused me to lose track, and my rubbing increased in speed. Then from out of nowhere, I came hard with three quiet grunts that I tried hard to stifle.

My mother’s hands flew off her breasts, and she spun her head to look at me. It was obvious that we both had gotten lost in the moment. She had a worried expression for a moment, then her face broke into a grin.

“Don’t worry, Sweetie,” she said lovingly. “What happens in here, stays in here, okay?” I nodded, still horribly embarrassed. “I understand, and there’s no need for you to feel ashamed or bad about that. It’s completely normal.” I had just cum with my mother less than a foot away from me. She obviously understood what had happened.

“Uh, thanks, Mom,” I answered. I didn’t feel ashamed, but I did feel embarrassed. The video was over, and others beckoned from the web page now frozen on the screen. Mom patted my arm again.

“That’s enough for tonight, dear,” she said as she got up off the bed. “I’m going to go to bed now.”

She walked towards the door, then paused and turned around, smiling. “Men aren’t the only ones who need a little relief now and then, you know,” she said as she exited the room.

I went to sleep reliving the vision of her pulling and pinching her nipples, wondering what she was doing at that exact moment in her own room. I woke up once in the middle of the night, hard as a rock, and rubbed my cock against the sheets until I shot my warm, sticky cum into the tight space between my belly and the sheets. I had wild dreams the rest of the night.

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I stayed home the next night having a nice dinner and watching a movie with Mom. A theatrical movie, in the living room, all kaçak bahis very innocent. Well, not completely innocent; she did put her feet in my lap and ask for a foot massage, but that was not completely new. She had done that in the past, it was just that this time there was a lot of new information to process when she requested the foot-rub. I gave her the foot rub, just as I always had. This time, though, I did try to peek up her legs, under her nightgown as I rubbed. It dawned on me that men are very visual about sex. I didn’t think women were normally as turned on by visuals, but I wondered if my Mom was different that way. I was careful to keep her feet off my hardening cock as I gently rubbed and kneaded them.

When the movie was over, I said, “Well, I’m going to shower and get to bed.” I’d be lying if I said that I was kind of hoping that she would ask to watch more porn that night. I had been replaying the scene from last night over and over in my head all day, and it aroused me terrifically.

But Mom didn’t say anything, not even “Good Night”. She just turned off the TV and began turning off lights around the room. I went up to the bathroom, shed my clothes and took a nice hot shower. I got out, brushed my teeth, shaved, and headed back to my room, carrying my dirty clothes, with the towel wrapped around my waist.

When I entered my room, I was surprised to see Mom already on my bed, feet up, leafing through a People Magazine. I stopped near the door and dropped my dirty clothes into the hamper, then felt very naked standing there with nothing but a towel around me. Mom was on the bed, wearing a short nightie, her tanned legs glistening, her blonde hair pulled behind her head, her cleavage showing deeply above the plunging neckline of her satiny nightie. My cock instantly started growing, beginning to tent up the towel around my waist.

“Geeze, Mom!” I said as I moved towards the bed. Not knowing how to get into bed without revealing my cock, I pulled back the covers, sat on the edge of the bed with my back to her, pulled off the damp towel, then held up the covers and slid in, covering myself. By this time, I was fully erect.

Mom didn’t waste a moment beating around the bush. “Okay, tonight I want to see two women and one guy.” She put her magazine down and smiled at me as my cock grew under the covers to its full 8 inches and lay hard against my belly.

“Come on, chop chop! We don’t have all night, you know!” she laughed as she handed me my laptop and the remote control. I took them both, turned on the TV and opened my laptop, going to Pornhub. I found what looked like a good MFF video and started it.

I immediately regretted my choice when just a minute or so into the video, the women began making out with each other. I wasn’t sure Mom would go for the girl-on-girl stuff.

“I can switch to another if you don’t like to see the girls together,” I offered.

“No, that’s fine. I can deal with it,” she said, paying rapt attention to the screen.

The two women kissed for a while, then started playing with each other’s breasts, then the redhead put her hand between the blonde’s legs and started rubbing her bare cunt. Mom shifted a little and I wondered if she felt uncomfortable.

“Are you okay?” I asked, meaning about the content of the video.

“No, I’m actually a little cold,” she replied. “Would it be okay if I slip under the covers?”

Oh my god! First it was watching porn, then it was cumming with her right there, and now it’s watching lesbians with her in my bed wearing a sexy negligee.

“Sure,” I answered innocently. I watched the screen as she slipped under the covers. Her arms were still out, and her breasts were jutting above the fold in the sheet. I liked the way they fell to the side just a bit as she lay on her back. I could make out her nipples beneath the shiny material.

By this time, the redhead was going down on the blonde, and the man walked in. Evidently, he was the blonde’s husband. He gave an approving kiss to his wife and began to undress. When he was naked, his cock sticking straight out in front of him, he stepped up behind the redhead and slipped his cock up her cunt.

As they showed the closeup of his cock sliding in, Mom groaned, this time saying, “Mmmmmmm,” rather than the “Oooh” she had moaned before. I had been there before; so wrapped up in the visual scene in front of me that I could almost feel it in my cock when the woman on the screen licked a cock, or a guy slowly buried himself into a dripping cunt. I knew just what she was feeling, signaled by the long, “Mmmmmmmmmmm”. She put her arms under the covers, pulling the sheets up to her neck.

I longed to stroke my cock, but I didn’t want a repeat of what had happened the night before, when I climaxed by accident. I glanced back and forth between the screen and Mom, trying to detect any movement of her hands below the covers.

The guy on the screen was running his cock in and out of the redhead from behind while she pleasured the blonde with her tongue. Closeups went back and forth between his cock sliding in and out and the redhead’s tongue lashing at the bald cunt of the blonde. My cock was so hard it started to hurt.

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Coach’s Conquests Ch. 19

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After Tuesday’s practice, Bret checked his e-mail and found a note from the head secretary, Cindy Morgan, saying the game film on Lakeville’s first-round opponent, Regence, had arrived and was in his mailbox in the front office.

He checked his watch and found that he had plenty of time before he had to be in Weston. He had promised Josh Barlow he’d check out the gym that night. They had decided on 8 or 8:30, after the gym had closed.

It was a relatively light practice because of rain, and Bret didn’t want anyone slipping on the wet turf and spraining an ankle or blowing a knee. Not with only three — hopefully three — games left in the season. The 9-0 Raiders were seeded second in the state playoffs, behind only 9-0 Oaktown. Lakeville would host Regence, an 8-1 team, which was seeded seventh in the playoffs. As it turned out, Valley Falls was seeded fourth and would host Mount Morton. Valley Falls was in Oaktown’s bracket so a win by both of those teams in the first round would set up a semifinal matchup. The only way Lakeville would face either Valley Falls or Oaktown would be in the championship game — if the Raiders advanced that far.

When Bret went to get his mail, Cindy Morgan was still at her desk, going through attendance reports.

“You always work this late?” Bret asked, checking the clock. It was nearly 6 p.m.

“Occasionally,” she said, and then changed the subject. “Why haven’t you called my sister?”

“It’s only been since last Thursday,” the coach said. “Aren’t I supposed to give it at least a week?”

“Um, I don’t think so,” Cindy said, blushing. “After what she told me about your date, I think she’s ready for you to move in with her.”

“Well, it’s a little early for that,” Bret said, “but we did have fun.”

“So I heard,” Cindy shot back. “And that’s all I’m saying. Unless you’re volunteering.”

“Not me,” Bret said, holding both hands up with palms out.

Obviously, the sisters were close, and it was apparent Cindy now knew that Bret had fucked Kara — and in the ass, too. He thought having Cindy that way wouldn’t be such a bad idea either. He watched as she sexily crossed her legs, her skirt hiking up high on her thighs. He was instantly horny.

“Here’s your tape,” she said, handing it to him. She had apparently taken it from his mailbox so she could hand it to him personally. Her ploy had worked, the coach thought. Now if he could only figure out how to get in her skirt.

Back in his office, Bret watched Regence win a mid-season game 42-0 and was mostly impressed that the team kicked all six extra points without problems. “We’ll have to make our conversions,” the coach thought, “because they’re going to make theirs.” Then Bret noticed the light on his telephone was blinking. He had a message. He wondered which horny female had called, wanting him to fuck her that night. Too bad, he thought, but the gym came first tonight. He had put Josh Barlow off long enough.

The message was from Sara, Josh’s girlfriend. Josh had to leave town to pick up a replacement part for one of the weight machines. He wouldn’t be back until very late that night. Could they postpone their meeting and do it another time? She asked Bret to call her at the gym.

Instead of calling Sara back, he packed a bag with workout clothes and headed to Weston. Bret arrived at the gym just before 9, wondering if anyone — Sara perhaps — would be there. The neon light was off. Bret noticed the sign on the door regarding the hours: 5 a.m. to 8 p.m. As Bret was about to enter, he looked through the glass doors to near the back of the main gym and saw Sara with two small hand-held weights.

She was facing bahis firmaları a mirror, pumping the small weights she held in each hand. Her dark hair was pinned up, showing her sexy neck. She wore a peach leotard with navy blue shorts over it. The coach stood in the rain, admiring this sexy thing. Bret now was faced with a choice: He could go forward and into the gym or he could stand there and wait in the rain.

While he would not have minded staring at the hot body for a few more minutes, he decided to go in. He pushed the door open, and a loud buzzer sounded. It probably was heard throughout the gym. Most gyms had those types of buzzers these days. That way, if no one was at the front counter, they would still know someone had entered.

Sara didn’t appear startled at all. She turned, and with the weights still in hand, approached the front counter where the coach waited.

“Hi,” the coach said. “Sara, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Josh’s girlfriend answered. “Hi Bret. I tried to reach you to save you a trip. Josh is out of town.”

“Ahh, didn’t get the message,” the coach said, lying. “Been watching film all night. Haven’t had a chance to get to messages.”

“I’m so sorry you had to come all the way in for nothing,” Sara said. “I don’t think Josh is gonna be back for quite awhile.”

The coach couldn’t help but stare at the tight leotard that was holding in the young woman’s breasts. A thin line of moisture from Sara’s sweat started at the top of the leotard at the neckline below her throat and traveled into the cleavage between her breasts. The woman noticed Bret was checking her out and smiled.

“Well, what did you and Josh have planned?” she asked.

“He’s trying to rope me into a membership,” Bret said. “He was just gonna show me around and then try to sign me up.”

“Well,” Sara smiled, “guess that’s up to me then. Let’s go.”

A full tour of the facility ensued with the coach following the sexy tour guide, admiring her body, staring at her shapely ass. The tour included the main gym, which was filled with free weights as well as weight machines and exercise bikes. Mirrors were everywhere. So were televisions, mostly all of them turned off at this time of night. One was still tuned to a sports channel and another to a body-building channel.

Sara showed Bret the aerobics room where classes were held daily. Sara was the instructor, she pointed out. Bret thought of some instruction they could give each other in this room. His mind flashed to fucking Sara in this room. He felt himself getting hard and tried to shake the image out of his head.

Next came the room with a lap pool that was used for water aerobics and rehabilitation. A walking track was in the adjacent area. Sara showed Bret the men’s locker room, complete with three whirlpool tubs, a large shower area and a Jacuzzi tub. The whirlpool tubs, similar to the one Lakeville had, were for single use. The Jacuzzi, Bret estimated, had a capacity of eight.

The final stop was the sauna, with wood benches on either side of the walls, facing each other. Again, the capacity was eight, Bret guessed. They didn’t stay in the sauna long. It was hot, and Sara explained they never turned it off. “Takes too long to heat back up in the morning,” she said. “First thing some people do when they come in here is get in the sauna. And that’s at 5 a.m.”

When they returned to the gym’s front counter, Sara showed Bret the financial choices. Bret, looking for any chance to see this hottie more often, signed up for the 30-day, no-commitment deal. If after a month he wanted out, it would be no problem, she said. It was a freebie.

“But I think you’ll like kaçak iddaa it here,” Sara said, smiling. “Hope so anyway.”

Bret thanked her and was about to leave when Sara asked if he wanted to work out that night.

“Wasn’t planning on it,” the coach said. “Besides, it’s late; you’re probably ready to get out of here.”

“Nope,” said Sara. “Josh opens; I close. I’m usually here til at least 10 or 11 doing books or something.”

“Well, I have some workout clothes in the Jeep. Let me run get them.”

“Great,” Sara said. “Feel free to use whatever you want. I’ll be over here on the computer. When you’re warmed up, if you have any questions, just let me know. I’ll even try to spot ya if ya want.”

When he returned from the Jeep, Sara had changed into a new pair of tight Lycra shorts and a white sports bra. Bret warmed up with push-ups and sit-ups. He then moved to the light weights, keeping as close to the computer area as possible. He didn’t want to let Sara out of his sight.

Sara then got up from the computer and moved to the bench-press area and nodded to the coach, implying she needed a spot. After several repetitions, her nipples were hard and sweat was forming around her thigh area. The coach kept trying to make eye contact with her but found his eyes darting all around her hot body. When she was finished, both went through cool-down exercises. And then Sara went back to computer. Or so Bret thought.

When the coach looked up from stretching, Sara was standing above him in only a white towel.

“Sauna?” Sara asked. “It’s the best way to conclude a workout.”

“That’s a great idea,” the coach said. “Go ahead. I’ll get a towel and join you in a minute.”

Barely a minute later, Bret found himself with a towel around his waist entering the sauna. Sara sat on the south end of the sauna, on a bench, with plenty of room on her left side, the closest side to Bret as the coach entered. Bret chose the north end, sitting by himself in the middle of the bench. The steam was thick, but it was mostly thick near the top of the high-ceilinged room. “Glad you decided to join me,” Sara said, breaking a somewhat awkward silence. “It’s nice to have some company.”

“You take a sauna at the end of every day?” Bret asked, trying to make conversation.

“When I’m caught up, I try to,” Sara said. “And I’m caught up tonight.” She flashed a smile, and Bret’s eyes were drawn to hers for a long moment, before the coach’s eyes began their decent to Sara’s tanned body. His mind went crazy.

“Like the gym?” Sara’s words brought Bret out of his fantasy.

“What? Oh, yes,” Bret said. “It’s great. A lot of nice features.”

Sara smiled. “Glad you like the “features,’ ” Sara said, smiling.” We work hard around here on all of the features.”

The sexual innuendoes continued for the next several minutes before Sara said, “Wanna tell me how much you like the gym? Or show me?”

With that, the tanned hottie started to make her way to Bret’s side of the sauna, stopping at the door to pull a mini shade over the small, vertical, rectangular window that was smaller than a 5 x 7 picture frame. She then locked the door.

“One of the first things I did when we bought this place,” Sara said as she sat down by Bret, “is put a lock on this door.”

“Your favorite room?” Bret said.

“My favorite room,” Sara said, the sweat droplets forming all over what he could see of her body. “Want me to show you why?”

Bret’s eyes gave Sara the answer his mouth couldn’t. She maneuvered to where she was standing before Bret. Looking into Bret’s eyes and making sure he was looking back, she untied the towel and let it kaçak bahis fall to the floor. Bret’s semi-hard cock grew little by little with no help from Sara’s hands, and while he tried to make eye contact with her, his eyes were drawn to her perfectly shaped breasts and perfectly trimmed pussy instead.

Without prompting from Sara, Bret stood up as well, and his towel fell off, exposing his cock. The couple stood facing each other, inches apart, his cock almost touching her stomach. Sara finally broke the silence and moved closer to Bret, taking his face in her hands. The kiss started out awkwardly, but very soon became hot and sexy.

Sara’s mouth covered Bret’s, and her tongue went in search of the coach’s. She found it to be a willing participant. The coach moved in toward Sara and the sexy couple made out for several minutes, standing in the sauna, the heat from their bodies rivaling that from the room. As the French kiss continued, Sara moved her hands around and gripped a cheek of Bret’s ass in each hand firmly.

It was a deep kiss, their tongues rolling over one another. Sara finally broke the contact and slowly started licking her way down Bret’s body, stopping to carefully inspect both nipples with her tongue. She worked her way down Bret’s sexy chest until she came to the head of his cock, which was standing at attention and waiting to be serviced.

She buried her head in Bret’s pubic hair, licking and teasing his shaft. Bret’s 8 inches were fully erect now, and the purple head was throbbing at every touch. Sara started working her way along the shaft, Bret’s hands in the sexy gym owner’s hair. She flicked her tongue over the head of Bret’s cock, almost pushing the coach over the edge instantly.

She worked her way along the bottom of Bret’s shaft, stopping to French kiss every part of the cock.

“Talk to me, babe,” Sara said when she pulled away, leaving Bret’s cock standing straight out. “I wanna know if you like this.”

“Mmmm, love it,” the coach said. “You’re very, very good at this.”

“You want more?” Sara said. “You want more of me?”

“Ohhhhhh yes,” Bret said. “Josh is a great friend and he’s been great to the guys. But this, this is something I really want Sara.”

“Don’t mention Josh,” Sara said. “He’s OK with it.”

“Isn’t he your lover?” Bret asked.

“I won’t tell if you won’t tell,” Sara answered, and went back to giving the coach a blowjob. “Besides, I have a feeling he’s fucking just about everyone in my aerobics class.”

“Cum for me,” Sara said several minutes later. “I love to taste hot, sticky cum, and I think I’d love to taste yours.”

Bret began fucking Sara’s mouth, pumping his cock while guiding it back and forth into her hot, waiting mouth.

“Ahh yes, fuck my mouth,” Sara said. “Fuck it like it’s a pussy.” And Bret did, feeling the orgasm building. It came quickly and without warning, and Sara was able to receive all of the hot white cum Bret could deliver. That is except the final spurt. After Bret’s cock had been released, it spurted one final time on his chest and began running down toward his navel. “For me,” Sara said, and went to work licking it off.

“For you,” the coach confirmed.

When Sara was satisfied she’d licked Bret’s stomach clean, she stood up and kissed the coach, helping the coach to reclaim some of his delicious seed.

“I want to fuck you, Bret, but not tonight,” Sara said. “Josh might come by here if I’m not home when he gets home. But promise me we’ll make love.”

Bret’s response was a deep, long French kiss in which his tongue devoured Sara’s. The kiss nearly brought his cock to a full erection again, and he was ready for Sara to suck him off again.

But Sara needed to get home, and Bret understood. They promised each other they’d stay in touch, and after one more long hot kiss in the locker room, Bret dressed and went home.

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