Me and Dr. Stephanie

Me and Dr. Stephanie

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When I was 19, I needed a work physical for a construction job. I didn’t have a regular doctor and my money was tight. But, luckily, my mother was friends with Dr. Stephanie, a general practitioner. Dr. Stephanie was at my mom’s house and when my mother brought up the subject, Dr. Stephanie volunteered to do the honors.

“I’ll do it!” she told my mom. “No charge!”

I was hesitant about the idea of being seen naked by one of my mom’s friends, but really didn’t have many options and I reluctantly agreed.

After Dr. Stephanie left, my mom explained that it was really not a big deal. Since it was just a work physical, all I’d probably have to do is fill out some paperwork and maybe let her look in my ears and listen to my lungs. What a relief!

I wasn’t attracted to Dr. Stephanie; she was a 49 year old sandy-haired blonde, a little chubby (but not bad), and she wore glasses.

It was set up for me to go in on Tuesday afternoon and be her last patient of the day. My mom sat with me in the waiting room as we waited it out. I filled out eight pages of information and a nurse took care of the preliminaries: height, weight, blood pressure. I had to pee in a cup and turn it in to the lab.

Finally, I was called to the back. Dr. Stephanie was wrapping up the paperwork for her previous patient and I was just sitting there and waiting patiently when my mom stuck her head in the door.

Dr. Stephanie started giggling. “I think Frank’s a little old for you to be in the exam room! Just wait out front, it won’t take long.”

Then Dr. Stephanie told me, “Okay, take off your shirt and t-shirt,” as she washed her hands.

I did and she grabbed a stethoscope and listened to my breathing. She checked my eyes, ears, and throat. Then she told me to lie down and relax. Once I was lying down, she started palpating my stomach and asking if I was having any pain. I told her I was fine and she told me to stand up.

“I need you to take off your pants and sit down,” she said. I hesitated demetevler escort and she said, “Come on, don’t be shy.”

I took my pants off and sat there in my black boxer briefs and socks. She checked my reflexes and my knee surgery scar. I thought I was done.

“Now, I need you to drop your drawers,” she said.

“Is that really necessary?” I asked.

I know I must have had that deer-in-the-headlights look because she said, “It’s okay, Frank. Don’t be nervous. Just take your underwear off and it’ll all be over soon, I promise.”

Reluctantly, I slid my shorts off and tossed them onto the chair with the rest of my clothes. I felt very self conscious about the way my junk was swaying in front of her. She pulled up a rolling stool and sat down right in front of me.

“Don’t you need latex gloves for that?” I asked.

“I have small hands and the gloves just get in the way.”

She grasped my penis and started checking out the opening. I’d remained limp up until then, mostly due to intimidation I’m sure, but I began to stiffen immediately.

“Uh, long as you’re down there, uh…is every thing, uh, okay down there?” I asked.

She looked up at me with a puzzled expression. Then it was like a light bulb came on: “Oh, I get it! You want to know about the size of your penis, right?” and she giggled. “You’re average length, no worries. But,” and she smiled broadly, “it’s really nice and fat. Girls like that, trust me.”

Then she started rolling my testicles in her fingers and checking for lumps. By then I had a raging hard-on. She put on a pair of latex gloves and grabbed a tube of lubricant.

“Okay, now it’s time for the bad part. I need you to bend over the table, Frank.”

The prostate exam probably lasted much less than it felt like. It was extremely painful. When she finally took out her finger, my hard-on was completely gone. This did not escape her notice.

“Did that hurt?” and she took off her gloves.

“Oh, escort demetevler yeah,” I said. “It was rough.”

“Sorry about that. I notice that you wilted,” and giggled. She sat down on the stool and took a tissue and wiped away some pre-cum that had accumulated on the tip of my penis.

She placed her left hand on my right hip and gently rubbed her right hand up and down my inner thigh close to my scrotum. My penis began to stiffen halfway and it was pointing to one side.

“Have you had sex before, Frank?” she asked.

I said I had.

“Then you know how good it can feel,” she said.

Then she got up, told me to get dressed, and left the room.

A few days later, Friday, Dr. Stephanie invited my mom and I to spend the night at her house. She’d done that many times before, but most of the time I would pass on the invitation. We were in the kitchen and when my mom’s back was turned, Dr. Stephanie came over to me and told me, “I hope you come, too,” and she put her right hand between my legs and began to rub her hand back and forth along my rapidly-hardening penis.

Needless to say, we were at her house that afternoon. I ended up watching TV while she and my mom were drinking wine and talking. Eventually, we all split up and went to our rooms. My mom had enough wine that she was out like a light pretty quickly.

I was wearing a pair of sweat pants and getting ready to get in bed when Dr. Stephanie came in the room. She was wearing a lacy pink baby doll nightgown and nothing under it.

“Hope I’m not bothering you, Frank,” she said. She smiled shyly and said, “You like? I bought it today just for you.” She walked up to me and we kissed. Then she lowered my sweat pants and kissed my penis. Once my pants were off, she began to go down on me. She had her left hand at the base of my penis and used her right to stroke me while she concentrated on the head. Then she took my whole penis into her mouth. After a good bit demetevler escort bayan of deep throat action, she stood up and we kissed again and she took off her night gown.

She had C-cup breasts that sagged a little and she had big dark brown nipples. Her bush was neatly trimmed into a small dark triangle.

She pushed me onto the bed and she climbed on top of me. She whispered, “I need some dick,” and reached down and inserted my penis into her vagina and began to slowly ride me up and down. It was a tight fit. She was trying to keep quiet, but it wasn’t long before she was screaming and thrashing around. I’d never been with a screamer before and I had no idea how much fun it could be. When I came, it felt like pure ecstasy. When I pulled out, she wiped me off and very slowly and lovingly gave me some after-sex oral.

Later, we were lying there and she told me she hadn’t been with a man since her divorce ten years before. She told me she liked me and that even though she was a lot older than me, she had begun to feel an attraction to me a couple of months ago. Eventually, she went to her room to spend the rest of the night.

The next morning, she came in and led me to her room and we sneaked off down the hall stark naked. We took a shower together. She kneeled and went down on me with a lot of enthusiasm. Then she stood up and I started sucking on those big brown nipples. Then I bent her over and took her from behind.

Later, at breakfast, my mom was there with us. She had no clue what went on while she was out of it the night before. Dr. Stephanie was the only one not dressed; she was wearing a fancy robe. We talked and if you didn’t know better, you’d never know that she and I had a lot of sex in the last few hours. At one point, when my mom wasn’t looking, Dr. Stephanie opened her robe and flashed her naked body at me then closed the robe quickly.

The next time she flashed me, I was ready. I reached out and tweaked a nipple. She yelped and closed her robe. My mom asked what was wrong.

Dr. Stephanie’s face turned red. “Nothing! Nothing! I, uh, stubbed my toe!”

As we were leaving, Dr. Stephanie and I were alone for a moment. She kissed me and rubbed her hand across the bulge of my penis in my pants and told me, “I hope I get to see you again soon.”

Oh, yeah…

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The Family Ch. 05

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David eased his car into the driveway and up the short stretch of concrete into the garage. It had been a good day; the morning had involved a meeting with his staff and then, after lunch, he had spent the afternoon on-site overseeing the initial stages of an office development they had been working on for the last twelve months; everything seemed to be falling into place. Now he was looking forward to a relaxing weekend at home with Loretta and the kids. He grabbed his briefcase from the passenger’s seat and climbed out. The garage door clanked and rattled on its tracks overhead as it shut automatically behind him.

“Home again!” he called to no-one in particular as he stepped through the connecting door that gave internal access to the house and pulled it shut behind him.

“In the kitchen dear” Loretta’s voice came from the far end of the house. As he walked down the hall towards the kitchen a roll of thumping footsteps in the stairwell preceded Rosie as she careered down to meet him.

“Daddy!” and she threw her arms around him, squeezing tightly. Caught off-guard, David dropped his case and laughed as he put his arms around his daughter, returning the embrace and lifting her off her feet in a big bear-hug. The house was warm from the sunny day and she was dressed in just a tank top and shorts. Her hair was wet and perfumed from a recent shower and she giggled as he lifted her and then dropped her back down again.

“We’re all in here,” she said and turned and bounced through into the dining room. It was the happiest he’d seen her for quite a while and he initially put it down to her simply being free of exams and looking forward to the holidays. He stepped through to the kitchen, waving to Sam where he sat reading at the dining table. Rosie had disappeared into the family room and David could hear the sound of the TV. Loretta stood at the stove, the conductor of a maelstrom of pots and pans that either issued forth columns of steam or bubbled fragrantly as she stirred and tasted and added ingredients. He stepped up behind her and slipped his arms around his wife.

“How’s my domestic goddess?” he murmured in her ear. She turned, smiling as she reached up to kiss him hello. He pecked her mouth, expecting it to be a chaste kiss but Loretta held him close and pushed her tongue through between his lips, stroking and teasing in a deep kiss.

Under her apron she was wearing one of the dresses he loved to see her in; a wrap-around full-length summery thing, the brightly printed fabric so thin that it would have been see-through but the fact that it was composed of many layers of overlapping pleats and folds afforded her some modesty. It showed off her figure beautifully and when he stepped up to her, wrapped his arms around her, running his hands over her lovely curves he could feel she wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath it.

Her arms held him tightly as the kiss ended and she put her head on his shoulder, kissing his neck softly as he put his face in her rich dark hair and hugged her back. He straightened up and smiled at her.

“I’m so glad you’re home dear,” she said happily.

“Well, so am I,” he looked over her shoulder. “What’s for dinner? Something Italian?”

“Lasagne” and she turned and dipped out a spoonful of the filling for him to taste.

“Mmm, delicious as always.”

“Do you feel like choosing a bottle of wine?”

“I can do that.”

The Cabernet blend was two years old and went perfectly with the meal Loretta had prepared. David sat and quietly watched his family as they ate. Eventually he laid down his fork, took a sip from his wine glass and placed it deliberately back on the table before him. Three pairs of eyes watched the movement.

“Alright,” he said, looking around the table. “What’s going on?” He looked at Sam, who met his eyes for a fraction of a second and then nonchalantly lifted his own glass for a drink. David turned to Rosie, who sat opposite him. She couldn’t sit still, fidgeting and jiggling in her chair as she met his eyes and grinned openly. Finally he turned to his wife. Loretta looked at him with a straight face but her dark eyes sparkled with suppressed mirth and he thought he saw a twitch at the corner of her mouth.

“Well?”

There was silence for a split second and then the table exploded with laughter, everybody looking at each other and then at David and then back to each other again. He sat through it with an affected look of martyrdom on his face until the giggling subsided. He turned to Loretta.

“So, what gives?”

Loretta cleared her throat.

“I think Rosie might be the one to tell you dear.” And she smiled at her daughter over the rim of her glass as she took a sip of wine. David looked expectantly at Rosie.

“Rosie? Do you have something to tell dad?”

Rosie looked at the table.

“Um…” She flicked a glance sideways at Sam who, David noticed, seemed to be looking extremely laidback in spite of all the hilarity.

“Daddy…”

“Yes?”

“Daddy something happened today, something wonderful. I…Sam and I…and mom, she was there too…” suddenly the words came in a rush. “I’m not a virgin anymore. Sam and I did it and it was amazing and I want to do it with you too and mom said it was ok and I know that you and mom and Sam all make love together and I want to as well. Wouldn’t you like that? I sincan escort mean, think about it; all of us together, wouldn’t it be just…just fantastic?” She stopped suddenly, breathing heavily from talking so quickly, realising everyone else was looking at her. Her father was smiling openly at her.

“Did you really like it?” he asked, watching her closely.

She nodded emphatically.

“Sam was so gentle,” she glanced at her mother for confirmation and Loretta, smiling softly at Sam, nodded in agreement. Rosie smiled at Sam as well and David noticed he was blushing from the attention. “And it felt so good. Can we do it too?”

David looked around the table at his family.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting this when I got in the car to come home,” and he laughed in delight. He placed his hand over Loretta’s where it lay on the table next to his. “Rosie, I think this is a wonderful thing that’s happened and I’m glad you enjoyed it; sex and making love is supposed to be nothing but. Personally, I would love to have you join in with us and I’m sure mom and Sam aren’t going to object.” He looked at the others and they both nodded silently. “But I’m also sure that mom would be in complete agreement with me when I say that you need to be perfectly clear about what’s happening.

“Yes, mom and I helped Sam with his first time and it was wonderful for all of us and yes, Sam and mom and I make love together as often as we can but we’re all aware that mom and I have no intention of monopolising him; we can’t give him everything he needs and it wouldn’t be right for us to think we could.” He watched Rosie as he spoke to see if she was hearing and understanding what he was saying. She nodded to encourage him to carry on.

“So what I’m saying to you is that we can do this and mom and I are surprised and so happy that you want to be a part of it too but we don’t expect and we don’t want our family to be the only place that you find love; do you understand?”

Rosie looked at the table as she spoke.

“Yes daddy, I understand.” Her voice was quiet now, serious, unlike her eagerness before. “I understand what it means. We’re just enjoying each other in another way, a special way; it’s something that I…that we want to give each other because it’s so good…so wonderful. We’re all grown up enough to know what it means and there’s no risk for any of us, we’re just having fun…all of us. Where’s the harm in that?”

David looked at Loretta and grinned ruefully.

“I think she’s going to be a lawyer,” he said and everyone laughed.

Eventually, after dinner had been finished and the dishes tidied away and everyone had done whatever it was they had to do, they drifted one by one into the family room. They made themselves comfortable on couches and chairs and watched trash television for an hour or so. Finally David hit the mute button and flipped the remote onto the coffee table. Loretta stretched luxuriously on the couch beside him and he smiled at her, stroking her leg, enjoying having her close.

“Time for bed?” he asked.

Rosie started in the chair she was sitting in.

“Oh…I thought…”

David looked at her and waited. He knew full well what she was thinking but he wanted to see how his daughter would go about getting what she wanted. It wasn’t a game as far as he was concerned; he wanted to see how she dealt with the desire. He waited until the silence had lengthened. Loretta and Sam waited as well.

“Yes?” David asked eventually, smiling at her to help her feel more at ease. Rosie blushed, feeling everybody watching her.

“Well…I was hoping we could…you know, maybe all together. Um…but if we don’t, well, I guess…I’ll just go to bed too.”

“Do you want to Rosie?”

“Yes” The answer was emphatic, unhesitating. Sam rolled his eyes dramatically from his chair beyond the one Rosie was curled up in.

“Well then,” David smiled quickly as he looked at her again. “I’m waiting.”

Everybody waited again.

“Oh alright!” Rosie burst out and clambered out of her chair. “I bet it didn’t feel this awkward for Sam!”

“It’s not awkward Rosie,” said Sam. “We just don’t want to force you into anything you’re not ready for.” Loretta felt another surge of pride within her. Sam had nothing but Rosie’s best interests at heart, the same as she and David, but she was so happy he could see it too. David smiled at his son again and nodded agreement.

“Are you sure you want to, after today? Wouldn’t you like to rest?”

“No! God, what do I have to do?” Rosie stood before the three of them, frustrated. “I’ve been waiting so long and now that it’s happened I want more. Please, please can we daddy?”

David looked around.

“What, here?”

“Yes!”

He grinned and held out his hand to her.

“Come here sweetie.”

Rosie stomped over and stood in front of him.

“What?” almost petulant.

He pulled her down to his knee and took her hand. She guessed his movement and began stroking the crotch of his trousers.

“Will this make it hard Daddy?” she asked in a feigned innocent voice.

David could feel himself reacting already and he pushed a hand up the loose-fitting leg of the shorts Rosie was wearing, up into her groin as she parted her legs and leant her head against his, her eyes hooded as she felt sincan escort bayan his fingers move surely across the thin fabric of her panties.

“Oh Daddy,” she breathed. She felt Loretta move on the couch beside her but she was too preoccupied with what her father was doing. His fingers slipped under the elastic at the edge of the triangular panel and pushed through the curly hair of her pussy, probing, touching her there for the first time. Already she could tell she was getting wet, her vagina tingling and primed after the joyful pleasure that Sam had given her that day. And now her wonderful father would give her the same feelings. She parted her legs as far as she could as she felt the strong fingers slide down over her cunt, parting the soft lips, exploring deeper, entering her.

Her own hand was working as well, squeezing and stroking the hardening shaft within the dark material of David’s pants. Even through the fabric she could feel the thickness of him, the ridge beneath the swollen head. In spite of the pleasure his fingers were giving her, she slipped off his knee and knelt on the floor in front of him. To her surprise, Sam was standing behind her. He’d come to stand before Loretta but she’d been too busy concentrating on her father and the feelings and sensations they were giving each other to notice. Loretta looked up at Sam, a concerned look on her face as she likewise rubbed his crotch through the sweat pants he was wearing.

“You’re sure you’re not too tired darling?” she asked, watching him.

Sam shook his head.

“I’m fine mom,” and he grinned, “although I might not have much to give.” he said obliquely.

“I’ll take everything you can give me,” she replied with an arch smile.

After the frustrations of the afternoon, watching Sam and Rosie make love not once but twice and having to hold back because it was Rosie’s first time, being forced to rely on only her fingers had been excruciating for Loretta. Her vagina was tingling and her moistness was building even faster than was happening for Rosie so it was a huge relief for her to feel Sam’s cock thickening as her hand moved firmly on it. Unable to hold back, she pulled his pants and underwear down and, with a happy moan, caught the smooth head in her lips. The feeling of him in her mouth again only served to quicken her arousal and she knew she wasn’t going to be able to wait long before she had him inside her.

David watched and smiled as Rosie wrestled with the belt and buttons of his trousers. She worked with a small frown on her face, concentrating on the job at hand and, when she finally had him open before her, she looked up with a triumphant smile.

“Now what?” he asked quietly.

“Now…” Her small hands pulled at the elastic band of his boxers and he stiffened involuntarily as her fingers enclosed the firm flesh of his cock, squeezing and stroking him without taking him out. She looked up at him, a sly smile on her face.

“Do you jerk off daddy?”

David flushed and looked away momentarily. Rosie laughed delightedly.

“I thought so…just like Sam.”

David recovered himself and grinned ruefully at her. Two could play this game.

“And what about you? Does my daughter know how to pleasure herself?”

Now it was Rosie’s turn to blush. His cock felt so good in her hand and she eased the hard shaft out of his boxers as she answered.

“Yes…yes, I play daddy. But I prefer having someone else.” She looked up at him. “It felt so good having Sam inside me…” and then, as she got him free “Oh daddy, that’s so nice.” Her eyes were glued to the hard cock in her hand and she gazed at it for a moment before she leant forward. David watched, entranced, as her mouth enveloped the swollen head and he exhaled in a satisfied groan as he felt Rosie begin to suck strongly, her tongue playing around the taut skin.

Beside them, Loretta was approaching the point of no return. She had hiked her dress up as she sat on the couch and her free hand had found its way between her splayed thighs. Her cunt was soaked and her fragrance drifted freely to Sam as he stood before her and watched as her mouth moved on him, sucking and slurping, sliding up and down and her hand gripped him firmly, squeezing and stroking him as the fingers of her other hand teased and rubbed and dipped into the hot wet tunnel between the hairy lips in her crotch. She broke off and looked up at him hungrily.

“Fuck me Sam; fuck me as hard as you can.”

She lay back quickly on the couch and lifted her already parted legs as Sam moved to kneel in front of her.

“Take your shirt off, darling.” She wanted to see all of him as he fucked her, wanted both of her lovers naked before her.

“You too then,” said Sam, leaning forward and grabbing the hem of her dress. With an exasperated moan, Loretta struggled up to a sitting position again and pulled and wrenched at the fabric until she had worked it out from under the curve of her bottom. Sam reached out and cupped her breasts as they swung free from under the dress but she pulled it over her head, tossed it to the floor and, naked, threw herself back onto the cushions behind her. The time for foreplay was over; she wanted him inside her, to feel him again, to fuck. Sam shifted forward and she reached down between her legs to grab his hard cock, lowering escort sincan it to her vagina. She watched as his hips rocked and then groaned as she felt him slide into her, the thick shaft penetrating, parting her, filling her, pushing into her warmth and her cunt swallowed him eagerly.

“Oh God, fuck me…”

Sam watched his mother as she began playing with her nipples, the thick nubs dark and hard on her breasts. He understood the need in her, understood her desire but he had none of her urgency. For Sam, after what had happened that afternoon, this would be a time to relax and enjoy being with his mother. He started moving in her with an easy rhythm; not frantic fucking, just moving in her smoothly, pushing all the way in, making sure she felt his whole length before he pulled out of her again for the next stroke. Loretta lay back on the couch beside her husband with her eyes closed and rocked her hips in time with Sam’s thrusts, lifting herself as he pushed into her so that she could feel all of him inside her.

“Oh fuck…” her voice was quiet, “Oh Sam…that feels so good darling. Fuck me…”

David watched with delight as his daughter’s mouth moved on him. He hadn’t formed any preconceived ideas about what it would be like but Rosie obviously enjoyed giving oral pleasure. He wondered where she had learnt it; she wasn’t the same as Loretta but it still felt just as good. He felt her body move against him, gentle, repetitive and he realised she was masturbating, her hand pushed down under the fabric of her shorts and panties. He relaxed on the couch and smiled at her as she glanced up at him, her head bobbing as she sucked and licked him. Loretta moaned and pulled her legs up higher and although his daughter’s mouth felt good, he decided it was time to experience his daughter in the same way that Loretta and Sam were sharing each other. He struggled up and lifted her off him. Rosie sat back on her haunches, looking up at him.

“Wasn’t it nice, daddy?”

“Honey of course it was,” he smiled in reassurance. “It felt wonderful, but wouldn’t you like that as well?” He nodded his head sideways. Just as he finished speaking, Loretta began to pant and moan. One hand had slipped into her crotch and like Rosie she was masturbating as Sam continued to thrust in and out of her with the same smooth even rhythm. Her vagina was saturated with her arousal and Sam smiled down at his mother as he felt the muscles in her groin spasm around him. Her legs relaxed for a moment and then her eyes went wide and she stiffened on the couch as all the pent-up tension and desire from watching her children fuck exploded in her. Her orgasm ripped through her and Loretta closed her eyes tight as she gasped and struggled for breath, her cunt gripping and squeezing Sam while he held her knees and pushed his cock harder into the hot wet glove. He still felt no urge to climax himself and in fact was sure he could last a lot longer so he just kept moving, watching his mother in her pleasure, varying the force of his thrusts to maintain the rhythm, enjoying the knowledge that she was enjoying him.

Loretta moaned and shook, her face and breasts glistening with sweat as her orgasm ebbed. She opened her eyes and looked up at her son with a smile.

“Darling, that felt so good.” She heaved a happy sigh, “Oh God, I needed that.”

The others laughed and Rosie reached out to touch her father’s hand.

“Yes please daddy,” and she smiled as he grinned at her. “How do you want me? On the couch too?” She raised herself and pulled her top over her head. Her breasts sat bare and proud on her chest, the nipples stubby and hard with her arousal and David felt his penis respond automatically as, still kneeling before him, she worked her shorts and panties down her thighs past her knees and then awkwardly bent her legs to get them free of her feet. She squawked as she lost her balance and fell sideways onto the large rug in front of the couch and the sight of her, naked, her legs parted with the pink lips of her sex wet from her fingers spurred David into action.

“Stay there.” He moved swiftly, standing before her and she stretched out on the rug to watch as he shrugged off his shirt and kicked his trousers away from his feet. Rosie looked at him as he moved, seeing with different eyes the man who had helped raise her and provide for her and her brother. She felt a thrill of excitement at the thought that she would be able to give him this pleasure, a small gesture of love, an acknowledgement of his sacrifice and dedication to the family he had helped create. Her father had always been handsome in her eyes but now she looked at him in a new way, admiring his body and the way he moved. His cock fascinated her and she was struck by how similar it was to Sam’s; her excitement grew as she remembered the experiences of the afternoon and her pulse quickened as she watched him move closer to her, watching her in turn to be sure that she was ready. She smiled at him and glanced up at the couch, where Sam and her mother continued in their love-making. David followed her glance and smiled as well. When it became clear that he was positioning himself to enter her, moving over her, kneeling on the rug as he placed his hands either side of her ribcage, Rosie parted her legs further and took him in her hand, gently guiding his shaft to her, placing the head at her entrance. She looked up at David and they locked eyes as she felt him push against her, push and then slide into her, her wetness enclosing him and she smiled again, her eyes dancing as she watched his face, saw the look of joy and pleasure on it as he felt his daughter surround him for the first time.

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The Dropped Pill

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My husband Nathan never had trouble sleeping. He would typically be snoring deeply within 10 minutes of his head hitting the pillow. I used to be similar, but in the last few years I have frequently found myself waking up about an hour into sleep and then laying awake for hours. Whatever the worries I may have from day to day they always seem amplified at 3:00 in the morning after restlessly shifting all night from one sleeping position to another.

Last year my doctor prescribed sleeping pills. I had mixed success with them. Sometimes they seemed to help me sleep through the night but other times they didn’t help much at all. Two months ago the doctor prescribed an alternative pill and that one worked quite amazingly. If I took one 30 minutes before going to bed I would be in dreamland within minutes and through the night. The one side effect was some drowsiness in the morning, so I elected to use them occasionally.

So that’s the setup and fast forward to the events of 3 weeks ago. It was the second week of December and my sister-in-law Erica and her husband had invited us up to their cabin in Big Bear for the weekend. We don’t get to see them as often these days now that their kids are all in college. My boy Kevin was in his last year of high school and would be going off to college next year as well, so it was a nice idea for the three of us to have some time with them before the holidays.

There’s nothing pertinent to tell about the drive up to the cabin. The three of us were in a good mood, the weather was chilly and getting colder the higher we got into the mountain. For people living in Southern California during the era of climate change, it was nice to feel the cold sometimes. We arrived, had hugs and greetings and settled into the routine of hanging out with the extended family. My sister-in-law is a great cook and amazing aromas surrounded us. There was a fire in the fireplace, music playing, a lot of talking and just as much eating and drinking. It was good times all around and all completely per normal. That night is when it got substantially less normal.

It was pretty late when we were all getting sleepy and decided to start setting up for sleeping. Having been there many times, we had the arrangements all figured out. The cabin was compact, with one bedroom, one bathroom and a small common area. Erica and her husband slept in the bedroom. Their oldest boy slept in a sleeping bag on the floor in their room. Their youngest slept on the sofa in the common room and Nathan, Kevin and I slept on the floor in that room. We had brought a thick comforter to lay down as a pseudo-mattress, with a couple of blankets to layer on top for warmth.

Nathan asked me if I wanted a sleeping pill. I told him I had neglected to bring them, but he said he had brought along 3 of the pills in case I needed them. With a few relaxing days ahead I wasn’t too concerned about morning grogginess, so I said “sure”. Nathan handed me the travel pill box and I took out one of the pills out as I walked to the bathroom. Kevin was coming out of the bathroom, so I handed the pill box to him and asked him to give it to his dad. I’m telling more details about this part because it’s pertinent.

Behind closed door in the bathroom, I set the pill on the edge of the sink and started taking some toiletries out of my travel bag. I did my whole nighttime regimen (which is not pertinent) and filled a cup with some water. My hands still a little damp from cleaning, I tried to pick up the pill with my fingertips, but it slipped out — bounced once in the sink and rolled into the drain. Awesome! But not the end of the world. If I had a sleepless night, at least I could snooze the next day as much as I wanted.

Everyone was ready for bed. We said goodnight all around with hugs and kisses. The lights went out, the dying fire in the fireplace giving the only faint glow. Nathan, Kevin and I got settled into our makeshift bed with Nate on my left and Kevin on the right.

It was cold inside the cabin, but that felt nice — especially under two layers of warm blankets. As I laid there, I started thinking about the things we might do the next day. At first the only sound was the occasional crackling from the fireplace. Ten minutes later like clockwork, Nathan’s snoring started drowning it out. I was relaxed and drifted off to sleep.

I regained half-consciousness at some point later, feeling a hand resting on my hip. My first logical assumption was that it was Nathan, but I was laying on my side facing him. I couldn’t see him in the darkness, but I could hear his snoring and breathing in front of me, so it had to be my son Kevin behind me. I thought nothing of it, kept my rhythmic breathing, savored the warmth under the covers and tried to stay in a mode to fall back to sleep. Kevin’s hand moved again on my hip. I had assumed his hand had landed there in his sleep, but this movement felt purposeful. Hmmmm, I thought to myself as I became more awake.

I didn’t move or react in any way. My first demetevler escort thought was to avoid embarrassing him if in fact he was awake. I maintained my breathing pattern and waited to see if he would move his hand off. After two or three minutes, his hand moved again — this time more toward my backside. He rested it on me again, almost cupping one of my buns. Super strange.

So many thoughts started racing through my head. Was Kevin really intentionally feeling me up? He was a healthy 18 year old boy with no girlfriend that I knew of, but that’s not the sort of thing that would generally provoke someone to grope his mom. Perhaps he was actually asleep and doing this while dreaming? I thought to turn toward him to check, but if he was awake it would be embarrassing for both of us. So I worked on maintaining the illusion of being deep asleep.

Was he doing this because he thought I was in a deep sleeping-pill-induced slumber? If I had taken the pill, undoubtedly, I would be oblivious to all of this. Once I taken a pill an hour before bedtime and fell so soundly asleep in the living room that Nathan and Kevin had to both carry me into bed. In the morning I had no recollection of it at all. Powerful stuff, those pills.

So, was that it? He thought I had taken the pill and was taking advantage? It seemed very out of character for him. My thoughts were interrupted by another movement of his hand. This time his hand took a bit of fabric from my nightie and very slowly pulled it up. An inch at a time, until my butt was exposed to him. Under the warmth of the blankets, he palmed one of my butt cheeks. Ok, this certainly eliminated any doubt that it was an intentional act. I could have turned to him and asked him what the heck he was doing, but I didn’t. More subtly, I could have pretended to be waking up at that moment. I’m sure he would have backed off in terror, but I did not do that either. It wasn’t that I wanted to encourage him, but I was filled with puzzlement and mostly did not want to make an awkward situation. If he thought my buns were worthy of perving on, there was some sense of flattery in that. He wasn’t doing anything all that awful — it certainly could be worse.

Then, of course, it got a little bit worse. His hand began caressing my ass. I had panties on, but they left most of my butt cheeks exposed. His hand gently petted me, over the bare skin where it was bare and onto the panties. Although a bizarre thing to be happening, for sure, it also felt nice. I was thinking to myself I might actually just fall asleep to it.

Then on one of the caresses instead of going onto the panty, his fingers slipped underneath it. Resting between my flesh and the fabric, his hand paused there. He had a good handful of me by that time. I thought to myself, ‘keep breathing normally,’ and wondered at what point I would be forced to do something about it. I breathed in and out slowly and tried to remain calm. His hand stayed motionless for what seemed like a very long time. Perhaps he was waiting to make sure I was still asleep. After a time, his hand moved again — caressing while gradually sliding his hand to my butt crack. Here’s a funny part of it all… At that moment I felt my own first sense of real worry — not that my son was sensuously feeling up my ass, but about whether I had properly cleaned myself down there. Kind of hilarious, as I think back on it now. But, alas, I was clean.

As Kevin rubbed up and down the length of my crack, I kept my eyes closed. I could hear my husband snoring, but otherwise the cabin was silent. Truth be told, if felt nice. It was weird, for sure, to be coming from my boy. But it did feel nice. I’m guessing this continued for a good ten minutes, by which time I became aware that he was slowly edging closer and closer to my pussy. He had to be so certain I was out cold. I would have thought that he would be scared to death I might wake up. He sure had confidence in my sleeping pills. Was this not the first time he had done something like this with me? That was an eye-opening thought (although I did keep my eyes closed).

Caress by caress, his fingers edged closer and closer to my pussy lips. I was not shaved down there but I have naturally fine pubic hair so I’m not really very hairy at all. His fingers were touching it. Running up and down through it. He was pushing between my legs to do this, but apparently not trying to penetrate me. I almost parted my legs a little bit to give him better access but realized that would give up my sleeping act. Kevin got to the point where his hand was pushing down far enough to run the full length of my vagina. I did a remarkable job of laying still and breathing normally throughout this, but if he pushed his fingers inside me, I was not sure I could prevent myself from having a physical reaction. I laid there. Enjoying the feeling but at the same time racing my mind through scenarios.

It felt so nice to be touched down there. My husband and I still had sex, escort demetevler but after years of marriage it was an occasional rather than regular thing with us. Our intimacy was more likely these days to be spooning but without a lot of sexual elements. It was fine and I’m not complaining in any way, but it did feel nice to have my pussy touched in a way that I had not felt for literally a decade or more.

Up and down his fingers ran along me. With every push down I braced for the possibility that he would penetrate my lips. I prepared to try to maintain my faux sleeping. But for the longest time he just caressed me in that way. It felt so nice. Then with one deep push, his hand went down the farthest it had gone, cupping my sex with his fingertips resting on my clitoris. At that touch it’s a miracle I did not react more strongly but as I exhaled, I did make a slight “mmmmmmmmm” sound. I maintained my breathing and wondered if it had given me away. It seemed not. His hand remained cupped on my pussy. It must have sounded like a sleeping reaction to the feeling of what he did. He didn’t pull his hand away nor did he move it further. As much as I tantalizingly wished he would wiggle his fingers on my clit, I was also glad he did not because I don’t think I could have controlled my reaction. I don’t know how long he remained like that, but I just laid there enjoying the feeling. Eventually my acting performance of pretending to be asleep turned into real sleep. When I woke up the next morning, there was no hand on my pussy and I was alone under the covers feeling… remarkably rested and with a smile.

I could hear others outside the cabin talking. I felt around down there. My panties were still in place. My nightie was pulled back down. I even felt around for any indication that he might have ejaculated — either on me or on the comforter, but there was no evidence.

I got up, cleaned up in the bathroom, greeting my Erica and others as I saw them. With warm pants, slippers and a jacket I went out to the front porch to join all the men who were drinking coffee and enjoying a crisply cold but sunny mountain morning. They greeted me with good morning and Nathan poured me a coffee. I neither avoided making eye contact with Kevin nor did I purposely give him any looks. I think I did a great job of being completely normal. And he acted quite normal himself. “Wow,” I thought to myself. Knowing the hijinks he had been up to last night, Kevin sure was relaxed.

That day played out like any other day. It was a great day, actually. The weather was kind to us, everyone was relaxed. I was certainly extra relaxed, although nobody knew it but me. When I interacted with Kevin it was 100% normal. I was relieved there was no awkward weirdness, but at the same time amazed that it could be that way for him. The day was so normal that I almost let the events of the prior night completely leave my mind. They darted back at times such as dinner when everyone was talking and my husband teased Kevin about something, he looked to me with a smile looking for support. With a laugh I took his side and smiled back at him, but in that innocent mother-and-son moment recalling the feeling of his hand cupping my pussy. A dichotomy of the normal and the bizarre.

After dinner, the guys played a board game while Erica and I drank wine and talked. It was a nice end to a lovely day. At a point, the evening seemed to be coming to a conclusion. It was getting quiet and people were getting sleepy. Erica and her husband started getting ready for bed and for the first time I asked myself what I was going to do that night. Would I make sure Kevin saw that I was not taking a sleeping pill? Would I ensure that Nathan slept between us? Or would I set up a situation where something could potentially happen again?

In all honesty, I knew the right thing to do was to take action to prevent any shenanigans. But also in honesty, I was titillated to think that something might happen again. I rationalized it as being harmless. Yes, Kevin is my son but he is an adult — and nothing really bad happened. If I did not mind being touched, then it was victimless.

I wrestled with the decision as everyone got ready for sleep. I was still entirely undecided when Kevin was coming out of the bathroom and at that moment Nathan asked me if I wanted a sleeping pill. He extended an offering of the pillbox ad Kevin passed me and I swear I did see him make eye contact with it in a unusually focused way. As Kevin passed, without even having a moment to think it through I said “Yeah, it’s a good idea.” I took the pillbox into the bathroom and closed the door. Standing at the sink, I opened it and took out one sleeping pill. I held the pill between my fingers and looked at it — then looked into the mirror at myself. I look like any mom. Not too old, not that young any more. Just a normal mom, standing at a precipice. I assessed myself in the mirror for long seconds before letting the pill drop from my fingers demetevler escort bayan into the sink. That done, I turned on the faucet to wash it down the drain. I took a deep breath, then cleaned up and brushed my teeth for bed. Before leaving the bathroom I peed and am sheepish to admit I took extra care to clean myself down there. With a probably guilty-looking smirk I tidied up nicely. I put on my nightie and appraised myself in the mirror one last time. Yes, I look like a mom, but for sure not too old. I like how I look and feel good about myself.

I put my hand on the doorknob to leave, but pause for a moment. On pure impulse I reach down and remove my panties from under the nightie. It’s a wicked thing to do. If I had thought about it for another 10 seconds I would have put them back on. But instead, I scrunched them into my hand, tucked them away in my toiletries bag and left the bathroom.

Kevin was already under the covers texting or doing something on his phone. Nathan was getting himself situated and the others were off to their respective sleeping areas. As I eased onto the comforter between my two men, I turned to my husband, handing him back the pillbox and without much premeditation said softly to him “Honey I think I accidentally took two.”

I said it softly enough that Kevin could hear me if he were paying attention but not as if I wanted him to hear. I knew what my husband’s reaction would be, though. With a look of worry and in a louder voice than me, he asked “You took two of the sleeping pills?”

I nodded, “Yeah I think I did.” Nathan gestured palms up as if to ask how that could happen. “I took one when I was done, but actually I think I also took one when I went into the bathroom.”

“Well…”, he said with a look of consternation. “That’s not ideal.” I shrugged. He said, “I’m sure it’s nothing dangerous.” Then, easing himself under the covers and with a slight chuckle, “If there’s a fire, Kevin and I may need to carry you out unconscious.”

I smiled weakly and nestled myself under the blankets between the two of them. I wasn’t sure if what I had done was wickedly sneaky or just dumb, but it was done. Kevin would at least believe I would be out colder than ever.

I leaned back to kiss my son goodnight on the forehead, and he responded with “Night mom.” I turned to Nathan and gave him a goodnight kiss, then laid down and pulled the covers up to my chin. Nathan flicked off the last light next to him and the room was dark and nearly silent, but for the crackling of the fireplace.

I was hyper conscious of my position laying there. I was on my side as I had been the night before, facing my husband with my back to my son. I wondered what Kevin was thinking at that moment and as I did so felt a spark of arousal. A crazy thing to make me feel aroused. I pulled my knees up a little toward me, then wondered if that would encourage or dissuade him. Ultimately I wasn’t sure, but decided I should stop worrying about those details and just ‘go to sleep’ as I normally would — if I were normally going to sleep next to my son intentionally with no panties. Heh.

And so, I laid there. I listened to the fire, and then to my husband’s gradually increasing snoring. I settled into a rhythmic breathing as I normally would when going to sleep. It was then that I wondered how I would be if I were really asleep. Should I be snoring? Nathan never said that I snored, and he would not be one to hold back on that. I imagined I would sleep quietly, perhaps with somewhat heavier breathing.

As the minutes dragged on, my mind raced. I heard very little movement from Kevin behind me apart from an occasional shift in his position. I let my breathing slowly deepen and tried to keep the pace regular. It makes sense that Kevin would wait to give me plenty of time to fall asleep, but humorously I found myself feeling impatient and thinking ‘Come on, mama’s pussy needs petting.’ I smiled at that thought but kept up my performance. It seemed as if a lot of time was passing. At one point I experimented with letting my mouth open a little bit, which resulted in my breathing sounding a little bit deeper and throatier. I have no idea if that’s authentic to my sleeping, but it seemed natural at the time. I did that for more minutes and then more minutes after that.

Nearly an hour after going to bed I was beginning to doubt that anything would happen — which, of course, is when things tend to happen.

I heard Kevin move and felt his body turning toward mine. I did everything I could to not visibly or audibly react. Breathe….

He was motionless for a while after that. Then I felt the hand on my hip as the night before. He just rested it there. I felt weirdly proud of him for being patient and cautious, squelching a smile at the ironic thought. He did not seem to be putting on any act of being asleep himself. I guess he imagined that if I woke up he could just instantly play asleep.

He moved his hand on my hip, caressing it a little bit, then paused. After a few seconds, he did it again with a bit more pressure. After another pause, he grasped my by the hip and shook me a little bit. I’m sure he was trying to make extra sure that I was out. I did a phenomenal job of keeping up the faux-sleep breathing with no other reaction. That seemed to satisfy him.

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Mating Rituals Ch. 05

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Cherie experiences love in the wilderness

Author’s notes:

1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk.

2. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person is purely coincidental. The story is purely imaginary and, to the author’s knowledge, bears no relationship to any factual occurrence.

3. This is the fifth chapter of the ‘Mating Rituals’ series — it is a standalone story but will make more sense if you read chapters 1 to 4 first (and why would you not want to do that?).

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Yvonne invited her in and she took a seat in the comfortable chair. Their conversation began generally, Yvonne asking her about her life and her studies, then gradually and gently tried to uncover the festering wounds beneath. Finally she simply asked Cherie to tell her story.

“Gary was the most wonderful man I have ever met, apart from my father of course. We courted gently at first, he being very shy while I was recovering from a total betrayal by a previous boyfriend. We were both gun-shy, so to speak. Very gradually we grew to love and trust each other, even moving in together into my parent’s home. Sex was fantastic. He was most certainly the best lover I’ve had, except maybe for my father.”

Despite herself Yvonne could not suppress the surprise that showed on her face at this revelation. As a therapist she knew she was expected to be non-judgemental and totally unshockable, but the frank admission of incest still brought up her own feelings after being raped by her father. She quickly tried to hide the look on her face, but Cherie had noticed it and had stopped her story.

“Sorry, Cherie, I just have bad memories of a less than consensual intimate relationship with my own father,” explained Yvonne, “However, I take it that your intimacies with your dad were both enjoyable and consensual?”

“Oh yes,” enthused Cherie remembering the many times she and her dad had made love, including when he took her virginity.

“Then please continue with your story.”

“After we moved into my parents’ home we slept every night together in my bed or sometimes we moved into my parents’ room and we all slept together there. Mix and match we called it. Then Gary and I went on a week-long ecology field trip where we slept together in our tent each night. We collected enough data to complete our dissertations and we would have both graduated a couple of months later. Gary had obtained a wonderful job, starting in a few months’ time, and persuaded the management to employ me as his field assistant, so we would have spent time in the mountains, observing wildlife and making love every night in our secluded hut in paradise.

“However, I’m digressing and that became just a dream. Just thinking about these possibilities that never eventuated causes me to mourn his loss even more.”

Cherie couldn’t go on and took a tissue from the box and soaked up her tears as her shoulders heaved with the emotional grief that followed the loss of her beloved Gary. She pulled herself together while Yvonne maintained a watchful eye, noting Cherie’s responses.

“Then came that wonderful evening when he proposed to me at the restaurant beside a lake under the full moon. Such a romantic setting . . . . “

Cherie paused, her thoughts returning to that evening, her decision. How she wished she could change that decision. It was all her fault. She’d brought all this misery on herself. Another tissue, more tears. With difficulty and a conscious effort she pulled herself together.

“After a few moments thought I accepted. I agreed to become his wife. He slipped the beautiful diamond ring on my finger.” She held up her right hand where the ring sparkled in the lights of the office on her third finger. “We hugged and kissed in the moonlight then went home and made love all night long it seemed. Next morning we told Mom and Dad that we were going to be married and of course they were absolutely thrilled. Mom started planning the wedding there and then, while Dad suggested an engagement party would be the first necessity. We agreed on a date and sent out invitations. It was to be held at home. Oh how I wish it had never happened!”

Cherie shed more tears while Yvonne watched, encouraging her to really feel the pain of her loss. After a while Cherie continued.

“On the afternoon of the party it was very hot and sunny. Gary and I had spent the morning at the beach and on our return had parked his car opposite the house. We went inside but I decided I needed my sunglasses which I’d left in his car. I borrowed the keys, collected the glasses, and left the keys in my pocket, forgetting all about them in the excitement and activity of the afternoon.

“People began arriving; Gary and I greeted them at the door and accepted their good wishes and presents gratefully. It was a wonderfully demetevler escort joyful occasion. Mom and Dad were being perfect hosts, offering drinks and nibbles around and chatting with our friends on the back deck. As the evening approached the temperature dropped and Gary looked for his jacket, which he’d left in the car. He went to fetch it, apparently forgetting the keys weren’t in his pocket. I remembered his keys a few seconds later and raced down the path to give them to him, but too late. He had just crossed the road and was standing in the far lane feeling in his pockets. I saw a car moving at normal speed along the road on the near of the road then heard the roar of a large engine and saw another car pull out to pass the slower moving car, which had blocked his view of Gary. Gary had just realized he didn’t have his keys and must have been focused on the slower car so was waiting for it to pass before returning to collect his keys. The fast car sped past the slow car and ran straight into Gary.”

Cherie stopped again, her body heaving as she saturated two more tissues. After several minutes she managed to continue her story.

“I saw the car hit him. Everything seemed to slow down. His legs shattered first and his body flew over the hood of the car and straight through the windscreen. He must have gone through head first as there was a fountain of blood and he hit the driver, probably killing him instantly. The car continued at high speed, veering to the right and stopping after it broke off a power pole then hit a concrete wall.”

Yvonne noticed that Cherie had seemed to lose all emotion and was reciting the incident emotionlessly, almost like an automaton.

“Both Gary and the driver appeared to be dead. I ran to him, oblivious to the broken glass and live power wires arcing on the road, but there was nothing I could do.” The emotion returned. “I felt so helpless,” she sobbed, then tearfully added: “The police told me later that the driver had been drinking and playing poker with mates all afternoon and was heading to the liquor store to buy some more bourbon, so he was obviously drunk and should never have been driving at all.”

Cherie broke down into uncontrollable sobbing once more. Yvonne waited until she had composed herself again, but then Cherie continued with the reprisals, regrets and grief.

“If only I’d said ‘no’. If only I’d given him back his keys; if I’d taken my glasses with me when I went inside. It’s all my fault and now he’s gone and dead and we’ll never live the dreams we planned, never bounce our children on our knees. Oh what do I do now? How do I go forward from this?”

Cherie sobbed for a long time, her shoulders shaking, body heaving as she released with the grief that was ruling her body. Yvonne watched impassively, as she was trained to do, observing, making a few notes, waiting for the emotions to decrease and resisting the urge to comfort her, knowing that this would only encourage her to stuff the emotions down rather than release them.

After a while Cherie seemed to run out of steam. Her sobs slowed, her grief appeared to lessen, so Yvonne began the very necessary therapy.

“Cherie,” she began quietly yet firmly, “I want you to sit back in your chair and take in a deep breath then let it out.”

She waited until Cherie had done that, then continued. “Now I want you to take in a deep breath of love, the love Gary had and still has for you and you for him. Breathe that in and feel it permeate your whole body. Just feel that now, as you have felt it in the past when you were with him.”

She waited while Cherie did this, allowing the process to take as long as it took. Once she was calmer, Yvonne continued with a softer voice.

“Now, I want you to just relax and imagine yourself in a wonderfully peaceful place, the most peaceful place you’ve ever been in.”

She watched Cherie lose some of her tension and sit further back and more comfortably in her chair.

“Now I want you to find a mentor here, someone who you trust to guide you today. When you’ve found a mentor, just let me know who that is.”

“Yes, it’s my Dad.”

“That’s just perfect. Thank him for being here for you today.”

“Thank you, Dad, for coming to help me today.”

“Now, right where you are in this peaceful spot, I want you to allow a campfire to start up. The nature of this campfire is unconditional love and acceptance. Just let me know when that’s all set up.”

“Yes, it’s here,” confirmed Cherie.

“Now I want you to bring to that campfire your younger self, the person who witnessed the crash, and the driver of the car and, of course, Gary. Just allow them to appear, and thank them for coming here today.”

“Yes, they’re here. Can I give Gary a hug and kiss?”

“Of course you can, sweetheart.”

After a short time Cherie again confirmed that they were all here.

“Now, I’d like the younger you to speak to the car driver and tell him exactly how you feel about his actions. Tell him how they’ve escort demetevler affected you. Just say the words out loud as though he was standing in front of you, which he is in consciousness.”

Cherie paused, then told him how she felt about what he had done, how he had taken the best person in her life from her, how devastatingly lonely life was without Gary, how she hated him and was pleased he was dead. Once she was finished, Yvonne asked Cherie to let the driver reply to what she’d said.

“I’m deeply sorry,” he replied through Cherie, who then explained what he had told her. “He’s hanging his head in shame. He feels really bad about what he did and about himself. His wife had left him a few days earlier, ran off with another man, and he knew he had a drinking problem but he did that to hide his pain. He’s apologizing once again and says that if he could take back his actions and change things he would do so without hesitation.”

“That’s great,” replied Yvonne. “So what does your younger self reply to him?”

“You’re still a bastard,” said Cherie angrily, “I hate you. I never want to see you again. May you rot in hell.”

“You still seem to have a lot of anger towards him,” commented Yvonne. “I want you to please just allow yourself to step inside his body and feel what life was like for him. Just do that, have a look at life through his eyes, then step out again and let me know.”

Cherie was silent for several minutes and then just burst into tears. “I’m out again,” she said between sobs, “He was so lonely, so angry, had so much pain, had no idea how to cope with life. There was no love there at all. Compared with the love Gary and I shared, his life was absolutely desolate. I don’t know how anyone could live with that.”

“Great, you’re doing so well,” encouraged Yvonne. “Now, speak to him again from your heart, knowing how he felt and what life was like for him. Just say the words out loud.”

“You poor, poor man. I feel very sorry for how your life was. But that is still no reason to drive drunk and kill Gary.” Cherie doubled over, sobbing, after this last statement. Yvonne waited patiently until Cherie had calmed a little, then continued encouragingly.

“Wonderful. You’re doing so well, Cherie. Now, speaking to your younger self, I want to ask her if she’s willing to completely and utterly forgive this driver from the bottom of her heart.”

“No! Never! I can never forgive the driver for what he did,” said Cherie vehemently.

“Hmmm, Ok, so I just wonder if you could tell me the advantages of not forgiving him please.”

“Um, well, ah, really there are none.”

“So why would you not forgive him? Forgiveness is for you, not for him; it’s so you can move on with your life. Why would you not want that for you? It doesn’t mean you condone what he did. It simply means that you’re not going put your energy into retaining the hatred you now feel for him. So I’ll ask the younger you once again; even though you in no way condone his behavior and even though his behavior was despicable, are you willing to completely and utterly forgive him from the bottom of your heart so you can move on with life?”

Cherie hesitated for several minutes, obviously considering, then she finally replied quietly. “Yes.”

“That’s wonderful. So say the words of forgiveness out loud to him now.”

“Driver, even though I despise your actions, I completely and utterly forgive you from the bottom of my heart for killing Gary.”

“Well done, Cherie,” said Yvonne, noting that was the first time she had referred to Gary’s death without breaking down in tears. “Now, I want you to get a box and a brush from your mentor and go through your younger self’s body and clear out everything about the driver from your body into the box, making sure you get everything from within the cells and molecules and between the cells and molecules. Just let me know when this is completely complete.”

Cherie took several minutes to carry out this instruction, after which Yvonne had her pass the box back to her mentor and he threw it in the fire. She then instructed Cherie to get a pair of scissors from her mentor and to cut the energy cords that joined her younger self to the driver. After that Cherie seemed considerably more relaxed and composed so Yvonne took her through the same process again with her present day self. Once that was complete she seemed quite relaxed and far more composed.

“How’re you feeling now?” asked Yvonne.

“Mmmm, much better, thank you. Can I talk to Gary now?”

“Yes. Just ask him to come over to your younger self and then let your younger self say to him what she really wants to say to him.”

A few seconds went by before Cherie began speaking to Gary. “Darling, I loved you and I still love you. I don’t know how I’ll live my life without you, but I do know that I’ll find a way. Thank you for your love, for all the wonderful times we had together. I am so sorry I didn’t give back your keys; if I had you may still be alive now.”

Cherie demetevler escort bayan stopped talking and tears trickled down her cheeks again. Yvonne spoke softly to her. “Now, let Gary reply to you. What would Gary say from his soul?”

“Darling, I loved you too and I still do. You made what were my last months in that lifetime the most beautiful time I could possibly have imagined. But everything must have an end. It was my time to leave; I know that now. From where I am in this beautiful spiritual place, I know it was my time and I know that everything has a plan which we cannot know when we are living in an earthly lifetime. So it is now time for you to move forward and for me to become just a memory for you until we meet again in many years’ time.”

As Cherie spoke the words that were flowing from Gary’s spirit, she realized what she was saying and again tears flowed, but this time she was smiling, possibly her first smile since the tragic accident. As she rested after the words stopped flowing, Yvonne spoke again.

“Does your younger self have anything more to say to Gary?”

“Only to tell him again that I love him dearly and always will. Thank you for coming into my life; thank you for all the fun we had together. Goodbye, darling, till we meet again.”

“Now, does your younger self need to give or receive any forgiveness from Gary?” asked Yvonne.

Cherie weas silent for several minutes before she replied. “No, I thought I needed to receive forgiveness for contributing to the situation by having his keys but he assures me that is not the case; some things were just meant to be and everything is absolutely perfect exactly as it is, he tells me.”

“That’s true,” replied Yvonne, “You need to remember that is always true. Is there anything to clean out of your younger self’s body about Gary?”

“No. Only love remains.”

“That’s wonderful. So get the scissors from your mentor and cut the energy cords between your younger self and Gary, put love on the ends and let the ends go back into the bodies.”

After a few seconds Cherie nodded and Yvonne continued. “Now let your younger self sit down and ask your present day self what she needs to say to Gary.”

Cherie told Gary how much she loved him, that she’d been really looking forward to marrying him and having his children, but that she understood that everything happens for a reason and she now feels a lot better about the whole situation than she did earlier. Yvonne then asked her how Gary would reply.

“He says that he will always love me, he was looking forward to marriage and children also, but that wasn’t to be this time. He is also telling me to go out and live life to the fullest, he has no hold over me even though we were engaged to be married, so I’m to go out and find someone else because he knows I need a partner and will be desperately lonely without one. Thank you, Gary, I will do that but it will be difficult to find anyone as wonderful as you were.”

Yvonne knew it was time to wrap this up and asked if anything else needed to be said; nothing more was needed, there was nothing to clear out so after cutting the energy cords Yvonne instructed Cherie to thank Gary and the driver for being here today and told them to step into the fire of unconditional love and acceptance. She then told Cherie’s younger self to merge with the present day Cherie, then ask if the mentor had any words of wisdom.

“Dad’s telling me to live life fully and completely and to love again and accept love,” said Cherie.

“So thank your mentor for that and let him also step into the fire, knowing you can have access to his wisdom whenever you need it.”

The fire then went out, Cherie checked out how she would be in a week, a month and a year in the future, then she was told she could open her eyes when all parts of her were fully integrated. After a minute or so she opened her eyes and smiled at Yvonne.

“How do you feel?” asked Yvonne.

“So much better,” said a relaxed and smiling Cherie. “What did we just do? It seemed really weird at times.”

“I took you through one of the core parts of a process called The Journey which is a modality that allows you to clear out past traumas and cause you to heal at the cellular level. It is far more effective than counselling, which brings issues to the fore but seems to be unable to clear these very often.”

“Oh, Ok, thank you. Whatever it was, it seems to have worked, but I feel really tired.”

“Yes, you will for a while. Get plenty of rest and you’ll probably find that life is fine for you from now on. If you have any problems please call me.” Yvonne handed Cherie her card and a sheet giving her some post-healing advice, then they hugged and Cherie left.

Two weeks after her healing session Cherie was phoned by the professor who was running the wildlife program on which Gary had been employed to undertake field work, with her as his assistant. After initial introductions and expressions of condolence for the loss of Gary, the professor made Cherie an offer.

“I have reviewed your work from your dissertation on your course and in my opinion it is of excellent standard. So I am therefore offering you the position that Gary was to have filled. You will, of course, have a field assistant to help you collect and collate the data. Are you interested?”

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All characters are over the age of 18.

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Tron’s day passed by like dream, his mind elsewhere. Tron was thankful and surprised the day ended so quick. He hadn’t seen Tabitha all day. He arrived home part sick, part curious and part aroused. Locked and sealed in his room he disrobed, completely naked this time. He went through the ritual of getting the condom down, rolling it on his hardening cock and chuckling to himself at the shared brand him and his potentially incestious step brother shared. A full sweep was in order to establish the movements of the day, a tinge of panic overcame him, at the idea of looking at that one camera’s recording.

Scrubbing through the save files, he walked virtually from camera to camera. The kitchen had his mother in the same bikini top as yesterday with short denim pants and flip flops. His brother and father nowhere to be seen. Sarah His sister walked out of the toilet, tight high waisted white one piece she walked to the gym, Tron lingering on her round ass and oversized tits for just that second to long he felt. Looking down, he bashfully noticed the tip pocket of the condom covering his cock was full now of pre-cum.

He decided to check the day out. His sister had not gone to school, so he expected to see her lounging about but then he noticed something odd. She went from the downstairs hallway toilet to the gym then back again several times. He watched it in high speed several times. Five times she did this and in five different outfits. First a T-shirt and knee high socks, her usual bed attire. Then a string bikini, red with white stripes. Then a boob tube bright yellow, with yoga pants covered in the print of a conceptualised American flag. Then a singlet top and short blue jeans, finally the white one piece, that internally that part of his brain controlled by his cock said, watch out for that sucker wet.

His sister’s oddity aside, Tron needed closure or even more mental fucking. All day he had gone over a million scenarios to explain the situation. Hopefully looking at his new cameras history he could eliminate the million odd porn versions. Either way he could not do this alone, so he threw on a shirt and scooted closer to the desk. He pinged Tabitha, she responded to the summons almost instantly.

“Voice is ok?” he heard her say when putting on his headphones.

“Yeah good,” he checked the volume, with his own voice.

“So we are going to watch your mother fuck your brother,” she said scratching her bare shoulder. The video picked up Tabitha dressed in a off the shoulder doctor who nightie, her long black hair a messy cloud. Tron knew she dressed frumpy to hide her tits. He ignored that thought as the idea of Tabithas mammaries made his cock tighten, and hiding it under the desk was a bad idea as he felt his cock push into the wooden support.

“I guess so, but there could be another reason…” even he had a hard time believing that, as he said the words trailed off.

He started the recording, demetevler escort and immediately scrubbed. Then at two he stopped and felt his dick pole into the desk, squeezing his legs involuntarily together in apprehension that was literally going to make him cum. The door to the spare room opened. His mother blond hair in pigtails and wearing a bikini walked in.

“Is there sound?” Renita asked. Tron shook his head knowing she could see the motion. Jude shut the door behind her with a wild grin, she walked over to the bed whilst undoing the bikini top, her massive f cup tits dropped free, Tron heard Tabitha take a sharp intake of breath.

“Those are tits,” she said “fuck I’d motor boat the hell out of them!” Tron’s cock got harder and his mouth drier, she undid the side knots and dropped her bottoms to the floor. Tron needed to concentrate on what’s happening not imagining Tabitha motor boating his mother.

Jude’s sex was topped with a trim and tidy mini bush of pubic hair, her inner labia was distended out through the outer labia. Her ponderous tits swung and juggled with every movement and her ass was round and stuck out. The door opened and Josip walked in, his speedos trying and failing to contain the huge erection he had. Both Jude and Josip spoke, and then Jude went down on her knees her hands revealing a large erect cock.

“Not bad, certainly got some equipment there,” Tabitha’s assessment of the situation made Tron laugh. However Tron stopped short of saying he had bigger. Tron was glad Tabitha was here, it was her quirky humour that will help get him through.

Now the scene became a muted porn movie. Judith sucked, then throated her step sons erect cock. They moved to where she hugged him and they passionately kissed. Josip then turned Jude and pushed her so she landed her ass pointed towards him, she turned and clearly grinned.

“Wait,” Tabitha said mirth in her voice.

“What?”

“No condom,” she said both with shock and a tinge of lust in her voice. Tron noticed that the tell tale condom that almost proved his assumptions on incest, was now a missing item.

“Maybe she is on birth control,” Tron responded but felt dread and lust rising.

“I think,” Tabitha said with awe building, “not only are we going to see your mum and brother fuck, we are going to see your mum get fucked in the ass.” Josip manoeuvred in behind his mother, she leant face first into the bed. Jude’s hands now grasping her voluptuous ass, a cheek in either hand. As Jude parted her ass Josip moved forward his cock sinking into her.

Josip fucked his step mother and Tron’s mother for about fifteen minutes, suddenly he stopped removed his cock. Jude then moved onto her knees on the floor, Jude finishes him orally. Josip leaves and Jude dresses. However as he scrubs through this is not the only one.

“Jesus,” Tabitha says with awe. The second interaction came an hour later. Both wearing the same clothes the escort demetevler indulge in a similar dance. Tron felt his dick twitch, angry that it has not been brought to climax. Jude bent over and exposed her round ass, Josip obliged by sodimising his step mother. As the lovers commenced their debauchery, Tron noticed liquid spilling forth from his mother.

“Jesus, she is a squirter,” Tabitha’s hands had disappeared. Now Tabitha fidgeted beneath her desk, Tron caught the movement.

Tron didn’t wank, oh his cock protested, but he didn’t wank to relieve his pants monster. Tron went over to his bed and fell asleep. Today was one of change some bad and some good but all different. He dropped down face first and fell asleep. Later a ping awakened him, it was his instant message service he used with Tabitha. Groggily he sat up his wall clock said one he knew from the shadows and lack of ambient light he had slept through dinner. It was one in the morning. Rolling out of bed he noticed his cock was still wrapped in a condom through out the night it had gone down, the fluids now deposited onto the bed. Movement reminded Tron that ignore all he’d like his cock still liked being,

“Wrapped in plastic,” Tron said mimicking the character from twin peaks. His messenger service dinged again, standing up he noticed his cock was doing the same, it was standing up.

He went Over to his desk and flopped down.

Hey it’s me, flash

She used the code they had established to check if it was all clear to talk about porn and masturbating. Tron responded with the correct cypher for all clear.

Thunder

The message service showed for a few seconds that Tabitha was replying, then not, then replying again. This went in for some time. Tron assumed she was trying to formulate a response. Then a a single comment.

Cam

This late, she must be upset he surmised, maybe mum had been hard about homework.

You ok?

As he sent the return message a notification to accept an incoming cam came up on his screen. Without thinking and perhaps some concern he clicked yes. Both cams connected. A picture of him half naked cock in hand wrapped in plastic went out across the world and bounced back and into his friend and crush’s computer. Tron, normal Tron would have been concerned that this was embarrassing and could end his relationship with Tabitha. However it was as Tron had already decided early on this afternoon, after he watched his fleshy, erotic and debauched mother indulge in anal sex with his step brother, it was a time of change.

The cam showed an image of a naked and very fleshy, erotic and debauched Tabitha. Just as when he watched his mother Jude, plowed by Josip, his step brother, Tron’s cock almost bounced to life. Tabitha was thin, her skin pale with a healthy pink glow, a large pubic bush untamed and spreading wild everywhere forced ones eyes to the oasis of flesh in the middle which was a large vagina with big demetevler escort bayan pouty labia lips both inner and outer, here they were smeared within fluids, Tron could only imagine were lady juices. Tabithas breasts were huge at least as big as his mother’s, perky and with huge areola the size of pink bumpy compact discs, topped with thick dark red nipples.

“I realised what you saw today was shocking, and even though erotic, may have scarred you in relation to sex,” Tabitha began. “I as you can see didn’t want that, so I though, I would share as well in the hopes I could give you some…” she paused. “Wait,” she leaned in, her massive mammaries swinging with the movement, “is that your dick!” She didn’t yell but the delight and surprise in her voice made her seem louder.

Tron took off his shirt, felt his cock bounce off his abdomen, his cock making a dull thud and was solid as ever. Putting on his head set, to avoid anyone listening in, he responded.

“Yeah,” he grimaced scared she would freak.

“Whoa your a big boy,” there was surprise but also lust in her voice. Tabitha also grinned and squeezed her tits together. “What’s with the condom?”

“When I ah,” Tron coughed, “cum, I have a lot of cum.”

“This keeps getting better!” Tabitha explained pinching her nipples the image causing a little pre-cum to bubble out of Tron’s massive cock.

“Cut or uncut? Tron noticed that Tabitha’s other hand not pinching her nipples went down to her groin. Tron grinned, she was getting off to his cock.

“Cut, when I blow, I shoot huge amount of cum, I got tired of cleaning it up and decided to wear condoms. Tron gave his hard purple headed penis a good solid pump. The elicited a groan from Tabitha. “Hey can I look at your ass,” Tron surprised himself with the very forward request, but he had an inkling it was amazing. She turned in her chair stood and bent slightly. One of Tabitha’s hands cupped and pinched the nipple of her enormous breasts. The other hand went down between her legs finger and pointer buried deep into her wet cunt.

Tabitha’s ass was round huge and apple shaped. Looking back over her shoulder she grinned.

“We will need a lot of lube to fit that guy back here,” the thought of the statement caused her pleasure as she drove a third finger in and groaned. Tron pumped his cock harder. Tabitha turned around grabbed something from a draw and sat a leg on either arm of her chair. Spreading this way Tabitha’s huge, wet cunt opened like a beautiful pink, desire filled, meaty flower. Tron moaned a little as he watched her slide a pink vibrator into her now wanton gaping hole, a wet squelch coming from her arouse love tunnel. A click and then a buzz announced that she had switched on the phallus shaped pleasure maker. Together they masturbated, it was hot satisfying and when Tabitha came it was with whimpers and drools of cum from her cunt down her ass crack. Tron groaned and unleashed his head twisting slightly and his cock ejaculating almost a cup full of thick creamy cum filling the condom and leaving him with a latex bubble of cock juices dangling from the end of his still hard cock.

“Better?” Tabitha asked? Tron could only nod the effort of cuming so much had robbed from Him the powers of speech. Tabitha sighed and licked her fingers.

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Massage Therapy

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Copyright 2009 by Marcia R. Hooper

This story is dedicated to Jim.

Matt sat at the edge of the mattress when I returned to the bedroom, his right leg folded beneath him, his hands clasping his knee, worry furrowing his brow.

“We need to talk, sweetie,” he said.

“I know,” I replied tiredly. Rubbing my forehead, I closed the bedroom door and made sure it was locked. The girls were in bed, but they could just as easily be awake as asleep and I didn’t want either barging in on our conversation. Sex I wasn’t worried about; no way was I having sex tonight.

Matt said: “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“You tell me what’s wrong.” Lately I had begun to feel alone in the marriage. Half the time I fell to sleep alone at night, and who knew what he did downstairs in his office. I suspected it had to do with pornography; I prayed it didn’t involve another women. He’d been acting distant and preoccupied ever since September and since his time away from home was mostly accounted for, the Internet was all I could think of.

I thought, not for the first time: What if he’s got an on-line girlfriend?

I asked him outright if there was somebody else.

“Are you kidding me?” he said.

Despite sounding surprised, his eyes momentarily cut away. The guilt portion of his reaction was enough to confirm my suspicions of a girlfriend; but it was also slight enough to indicate that it hadn’t yet reached a dangerous level of intimacy. He was talking to someone on-line, I thought. Well, so was I, and I could live with that.

“I’m feeling more than a little neglected lately,” I said, with just a hint of a smile.

He smiled back, sheepishly. “I admit, I’ve been pretty stressed out from work. This downturn business has got everyone walking on eggshells. And,” he added, blushing slightly, “maybe I’ve been spending a little too much time on the Internet.”

My grin widened a bit. My own activities on the Internet had broadened significantly in the past few months, so I knew how addictive pecking those little keys could be. It was not a subject I wanted to pursue.

“We’re okay with the girls, though?” he inquired.

I said yes, even though I still felt a bit rancorous over the business. Matt was twelve years older than I, and previously married, so I had to acknowledge that Family Number Two needed to coexist with Family Number One. I only wished Matt would get his head straight about which family was which.

Come on, I thought sourly. Half that mess was simply your feelings being hurt because you’re jealous of his easy relationship with his kids. It clouds your judgment sometimes and you need to acknowledge that.

Okay, I agreed. I’ll work on it.

Good girl.

He stood up and walked over to me, limping slightly from his right leg having gone to sleep.

“Don’t start,” I warned him, crossing my arms over my chest.

“You’re tense. I know you have a headache. A massage would do you wonders, sweetie,”

“You just want a piece of ass,” I countered wryly.

He grinned and tried to capture my shoulders with his hands but I shrugged past him and headed for the bathroom.

“I don’t feel like it,” I said.

“You need it,” he disagreed. “A massage, not sex.”

I pushed open the bathroom door and turned on the light. I tried to close the door but he stood in the doorway and refused to move.

“Matt!” I complained.

“I’ve seen you go to the bathroom before,” he said grinning.

“I have to go Number Two,” I lied, feeling my face flush.

His grin widened. “I’ve seen you do that also,” he reminded me.

Now my face really reddened. “No!” I said sternly, pushing him back into the bedroom. “Not tonight!”

Before he could recover I closed the door and pushed in the lock. Alone, there was no stopping my grin. I had to admit that I certainly needed a massage. I also needed to admit that yes, eryaman escort I could see a massage leading to some very good sex. Matt was randy tonight and his playfulness had put a match to the fuse leading to my powder keg. It had been a while. It had been even longer since we’d really gone at it hot and heavy. I wondered if I had hot and heavy in me tonight.

Un-belting my robe, I dropped my pajama bottoms and panties to my knees, reached behind me to feel for the seat before I sat down. I lowered it, saving myself an cold explosion of white porcelain and/or cold water on my poor fanny.

Men, I thought darkly. How many times had I asked him to lower that toilet seat?

I went pee, and then realized I had a Number Two coming after all. It’s departure told me that Matthew, should he get lucky tonight, would find a completely empty rectum to plunge himself into, no enema required. The twittiness of it made me all squirmy inside.

God, I am hot, I thought.

I wiped, flushed the toilet and pulled up my pajama bottom and panties again, washed my hands and dried them, wondering all the while whether I could hide this sudden overpowering desire to be thoroughly fucked. My underarms itched and so did the inside of my vagina. This was bad. This was very, very bad.

He knocked on the door. “You all right, sweetie?”

“Go away.”

I heard him go nowhere, and opening the door I found him leaning against the jam.

“Okay,” I admitted with a sigh. “I’d like a massage.”

He grinned widely.

“Just a massage,” I warned, keeping my arms folded over my chest. “I’m seriously not feeling like it tonight, Matthew.”

His grin moderated to more of a sad smile. “Whatever you want, my love. I want only what you want.”

“Liar,” I said good-naturedly.

He lead me over to the bed and waited behind me as I unbelted my robe. Slipping it back over my shoulders, I let him remove the robe and lay it over the chair-back.

“Lay down across the bed,” he directed.

Climbing onto the bed, I lay down with my head at the far edge with my hands crossed beneath my cheek and the tips of my toes hanging off the other end. I was surprised (and a little disappointed?) that he hadn’t suggested I take off my clothes. Maybe he really did just want to please me tonight. If so, I could live with that.

He started as always at my neck and after brutalizing it and making me squirm like a tickled teenager, he worked out across my shoulders and from there down onto my biceps. Already I was feeling sleepy and I listened to his soft patter of “This will help” “This will make you feel good” “Feel how tight these muscles are?” and “You feel like a coiled spring ready to explode.” I found myself barely able to grunt back answers.

“I love you,” I murmured.

“I love you too, Marci,” he said softly.

“Call me by my name,” I asked.

“I just did,” he replied, his fingers digging into my shoulders again.

“I know. I love it when you say my name.”

“You are so kookie,” he said. He leaned down, moved my hair aside and kissed the back of my neck

“Nummmm,” I protested, shivering and squirming away from him. “Stop that!” The slow-burning flame had leapt three feet farther up my fuse. My nipples hardened and vaginal juices wet my panties. My bottom involuntarily clenched in anticipation of what it expected might come later. I was fast losing the battle of feigning indifference to sex.

Returning to my neck, he slowly worked his way down to my shoulder blades and from there to the sides of my ribcage. Though I was pushed out on the sides, he took great care not to touch the sides of my breasts. It was maddening, but I dared not tell him to do otherwise.

“You’re beginning to loosen up,” he said.

“I feel like melting wax,” I replied gratefully.

“Hmm,” he said, kneeling back.

I lifted my escort eryaman head. “What are you doing?”

“Thinking about what you just said.”

Getting off the bed–

“Hey!” I protested.

–he went to his dresser and opening the top drawer, dug around and came up with a plastic box, which he opened. Inside was a Bic lighter, I knew, and flicking it to life, he went around the room and lit half-a dozen candles.

“I know what you’re doing,” I said accusingly.

He grinned like a Cheshire cat, but said nothing.

“Don’t you turn off those lights,” I said warningly.

He turned off the lights.

“Matthew!”

“Oh, relax,” he said, laughing softly. “It doesn’t mean I’m going to rape you.”

“I know what it means,” I protesting. ‘You think you’re gonna–“

He knelt down beside me and placed his hands at the bottom of my ribcage where they had been before.

“You’re not getting any,” I grumbled.

“I’m not expecting any,” he replied.

“Liar.”

For the next five minutes he concentrated on my lower back and the bottom of my ribcage, then he shuttled backwards on the mattress in order to switch his concentration to my thighs and calves. Again, he took pains to stay clear of my private parts. It was so maddening. Did he really intend not to fuck me tonight? My subconscious began teasing me with frustration

And then he put hands on my backside.

“Matthew!” I warned.

Marci! What are you doing?

He removed his hands and put them on his thighs.

Look what you just did, my mind screamed. You asshole!

I lay still, and waited until he put his hands back on my bottom again. I clenched and he began to knead with his strong hands and suddenly my rear end was coming off the bed of its own accord, exactly as a cat’s will do when rubbed.

I groaned. “Don’t, Matthew, please.”

At the same time I spoke my rear end continued to rise and Matthew released my buttocks and clasped the waistband of my pajama bottoms at either hip and pulled them down to my knees. I shifted one knee at a time and he removed them completely, letting them drop to the floor. Then his hands had the hem of my pajama top and he worked that up my chest and over my head and along my outstretched arms and, through me barely opened eyes I watched it fall to the floor.

“I like you naked,” he said, stroking down my back to my raised rear end.

I shuddered violently.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked softly.

“Oh God, yes,” I moaned helplessly, shuddering violently again.

His hand slid down the curve of my buttocks to my labia and I immediately forced my legs outward to allow him access.

“Fuck me!” I begged.

“Patience,” he said softly.

With his middle finger, he traced the line of my cleft and let the tip slide into my wetness. I sucked breath as the finger entered me and found the dome of my cervix deep inside.

“Oh, Matthew,” I moaned gutturally. “Do me. Do me now. Please!”

“Patience,” he advised, making me pay for my earlier foolishness. “Patience is a virtue, my dear.”

I lay there with my bottom upraised, hands clenching the edge of the mattress either side of my chin. Maddeningly, I had to pee again but the thought of rising from that bed for any reason was ludicrous. I panted furtively, afraid to give away the true desperateness of my situation.

“Matthew,” I croaked.

His finger inside me was joined by another, and then suddenly the middle finger of his left hand was sliding down the crack of my ass toward my defenseless anus and I could do nothing about it.

“Don’t!” I pleaded, gasping as the fingertip began to trace the ridges of my clenched hole in maddening little circles.

“Matthew, don’t!” I pleaded and then sucked in breath again as the fingertip penetrated and slid into my waiting depths. Soon eryaman escort bayan the entire finger took up residence and began to explore me wonderingly.

“Oh, God, Matthew!” I moaned. “Would you please!”

Without speaking, he removed his hands from my buttocks and took up position behind me. He raised my rear end to the appropriate height and with an expert hand, slipped the head of his cock into my sopping wet vagina. I gasped as all eight inches of him entered and stretch my canal to its maximum limit.

“No wait!” I cried out in pain.

He held still.

“Oh, God, Matthew,” I moaned as one, then a second finger made its way into my aching rectum. “I want you so badly. Fuck me! Fuck me please!”

His erection began to run in and out or me, the entire length except for the head first vacating, and then ramming back into place, the speed and tempo increasing as I began to finger my clitoris feverishly.

“Oh, God, Matthew!” I choked, shuddering and gulping in air. I wanted it up my ass, was desperate for it up my ass, but his presence in my throbbing vagina was just too incredibly overwhelming. I settled for his energetic fingers up my anus instead.

How I made it five minutes I don’t know. Suddenly I was slammed by orgasm and then Matt was out of my vagina and plunging into my rear end and I simply lost my mind and grabbed his hands and crushed them in a death grip as I slammed my backside back against his thrusts and yanked him forward to meet me. In moments Matt erupted like a volcano and bit down on the edge of the comforter to keep from screaming hysterically. I lasted five seconds more experiencing his flood of semen and then I was flipped around with his cock in my mouth, sucking him, eating him, gnawing at him, swallowing the last of his precious ejaculations straight down my throat. And then it was over.

Twenty minutes later. Matt holding me, spooned in together, his cock still up my rectum.

“You still awake, dear?”

“Mmmm,” I said dreamily.

“You’re smiling,” he said.

“Of course, I’m smiling,” I said back. “Look who’s inside me?”

He raised his head and looked curiously around the room. “Who?” he asked.

“You silly!” I said, squeezing his arms to my chest. I could feel his erection deep inside me and clenched it lovingly.

“Want to it again?” he asked.

“What a silly question.”

This time, the lovemaking was slow and easy and satisfying. I took him the first ten minutes up my rear end, then at the edge of the mattress with my legs pressed back against my chest, obediently counting the number of times he fucked me.

“One hundred,” I said, giggling. After a while I said, “Two hundred.”

He removed himself and out it back up my rear end.

“Be careful,” I advised. “I’m pretty sore right now.” Sore didn’t stop me from counting to five hundred, however, and then taking him in my mouth.

“Do you like it when I do this?” I asked, licking him gently up and down his shaft.

He was shuddering, his knees barely able to keep him erect. “Oh, yes,” was the best he could manage, and that in a croak.

Slowly, gently, carefully, I sucked each of his testicles into my mouth and fondled them with my tongue.

“You like this?” I asked.

He only grunted.

Putting me back on the bed, he climbed atop me and allowed me the joy of my favorite position. We were both exhausted now, and holding him loosely around his neck with my knees drawn up to his shoulders, having him go in and out of me slowly but deeply, kissing him, sucking his tongue and having him suck mine, craning back my head to allow his mouth to attack my throat, finding his anus with my right fingertip and playing with it joyfully, thoroughly enjoying the middle finger up my own anus, I began to gently orgasm and kept gently orgasming for five full minutes until Matt delivered his load of wonderful sperm deep inside me. Then we lay there, bonded in exhaustion, Mr. and Mrs. Hooper, contented at last.

THE END

Author’s note: This story is also dedicated to those readers who complained that I shorted them sex-wise in my previous story, which I did. I hope this satisfies you better.

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Chapter 3

Once Daddy has disappeared from my sight I fall back against the big bed with a deep sigh. My mind is racing and my body still trembling here and there with pleasure. It’s not the first time I’ve cum, I mean hey I’m twenty and a very sexual person. I’ve needed my release from time to time, but I’ve never experienced something like this. My pussy drips and my thighs have become soaked, there’s a small puddle between my legs and then I remember Daddy came on my back. Slowly I sit forward and reach to the small of my back. I trail my fingers through the sticky cum and whimper as my pussy throbs knowing I made Daddy pleased.

Slowly I reach back around and look at Daddy’s sticky cum on my fingers. I want to taste it, and after a moment that’s exactly what I do. At first I flick my tongue out quickly, Daddy’s cum hits my tongue and I gasp at how delicious it is. I take my fingers back into my mouth and suck them clean with a small moan. Once I’m done I sit there for a few moments lightly panting before getting up.

I grab my new beautiful corset, it somehow managed to make it through the whole ordeal without a drop of cum ever landing on it. I fold it up neatly and set it on the night stand, then begin looking for my matching thong. After twenty minutes I give up and continue to strip the bed of the sheets. I take them down stairs and throw them in the wash, then come put a fresh dark red sheet sheet on the bed and proceed to make it with a new black blanket and all fifteen pillows. Once finished I take the corset back to my room and lay it on the dresser. I pause to look in the full length mirror and gasp. My hair is slightly disheveled, my nipples hard, and my clit slightly swollen, I’m covered is sweat from cleaning and my cognac eyes are bright and wide from playing with Daddy.

I hurry up and grab my fluffy towels before I head back to Daddy’s room. Usually I prefer my shower due to the bathroom being off of my room, but today the high heat and adjustable water pressure of his shower sound amazing. I open the bathroom door and step in, I pause as I see the shower on and Daddy inside. My breath catches and after a moment I slide in quietly behind him and wrap my arms around his waist.

“You made a mess on my back Daddy… now you should clean it,” I murmur kissing his shoulder blade.

This has the opposite affect than intended and Daddy becomes rigid under me.

“Kitten, let go,” he says sternly trying to pull my hands apart.

I hold on tighter and Daddy’s ass is almost against my clit.

“Please Daddy, I need you eryaman escort so badly,” I whisper kind of hurt.

“I said let go,” Daddy replies raising his voice.

I step back shocked tears forming in my eyes. This is a tone I’ve never heard Daddy use and I know I’ve done wrong. Before I can’t say a word Daddy has stepped out of the shower and is out the door. A small pout spreads across my face and I sigh stepping under the hot water. I quickly shampoo then condition my hair with my lavender scented matching set, then clean my body. All done I turn the water off and step out. I wrap my towels around me then go to my room to get dressed. I throw on a pair of black leather pants and a flowy white pirate style shirt, with sleeves that come to my elbows. After that I slip my phone in my pocket and grab a hair tie.

I leave my room and begin braiding my hair to the side as I come down the stairs. I tie it off with the rubber band as I reach the bottom and begin looking around for Daddy. I can’t find him in the clean kitchen or large living room, I go outside and he’s not in the pool or hot tub either. Getting a little worried I check his office but he isn’t there either. I rush down to the basement and my heart feels as if it’s about to pound out of my chest.

“Daddy’s never acted like that… what if he left and got in a wreck…,” I think to myself

“..or what if he just left,” my subconscious whispers cruelly.

“No! Daddy wouldn’t do that! He loves me… even if it’s not the same way I love him… he wouldn’t leave like mom did… he wouldn’t,” I say trying to convince myself but he’s not in the basement either.

My heart drops and I run up the stairs.

“Where could he be? Where could he be,” I think frantically.

I check the garage and Daddy’s car is still there, my heart rate slows as I stare at the car numbly then realize he’s got to be here somewhere. Suddenly I get an idea and head back outside. I begin walking slowly along the crumbling step stones. I reach the fork in the path: one leads right to the garden I asked Daddy to let me make two years ago and straight for the grove of trees I convinced him to get me when I was little. To the right was the nice shed I helped him build to hold all my gardening tools, pool rafts and a spot for him to keep the mower as well. I look around for a moment then with a sigh head straight into the trees.

At the third willow I make a left veering off the path, I pass a magnolia then another wide oak. I place my hand on the rough bark and a small smile spreads across my face as I remember the hundreds of times I ran through escort eryaman these trees when I was little and how they grew with me over the years. I turn right and look up at the canopy dark of leaves, through the gaps you can see the clear night sky and stars, making almost a kaleidoscope above. I breathe deeply inhaling the clean air and my feet walk knowing when and where to turn and the cool grass feeling nice on my feet. After a minute I see a small light it the tops of the trees and sigh with relief.

I lightly jog and stop at the base of an old hickory I’ve never been able to wrap my arms even half way around. I softly giggle to myself at the fresh hand prints and shoe prints in the dust of the ladder. I reach up pulling myself up the first branch and from there I begin climbing. I pause wondering if I should continue… but the ladder was down and Daddy knows this is “my house” and I can get in by the branches weather he leaves the ladder down or not.. I shrug then climb the last four branches and step into the cozy tree house. I see Daddy sitting in the hammock chair I made him put up for my fifteenth birthday. He has on a snug white tee-shirt and a pair of shorts that are old now from time, his black hair looks ebony from the water and night. He’s bent forward with his elbows on his knees. He holds his head in one hand and a glass of scotch in the other, staring down into it. I can’t see his face but by the way he’s sitting I know he’s torn inside. It’s the same way he would sit when he found out mom had gone and spent rent money on drugs or when he was upset after she left.

Slowly I walk over and sit on my knees in front of him. I hear him softly gasp but other than that he makes no indication of noticing me. I sit back on my heels and slowly take the glass of scotch from his hand. I take his hand in mine and look up through my lashes into his eyes.

“Daddy,” I whisper timidly.

He jerks his hand away and makes a tiny fraction of a noise I rarely hear . . . one of disgust. I quickly drop my hands and it all becomes too much. My eyes fill with tears and I look down at my lap, but this time I can’t hold them in.

“Maybe he really is going to leave,” my subconscious taunts and it suddenly becomes all I can think of.

“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry. Please don’t leave,” I sob burying my face in my hands.

As the words leave my mouth I regret them but I can’t take them back. I feel Daddy’s arms war around me and he carries me to the hammock. He sits and softly rock me back and forth.

“Shhhh,shhhh little one. I could never leave you Kitten, you’re my baby girl. Shhhh, eryaman escort bayan it’s okay, I’m here Kitten,” Daddy murmurs as he softly takes my hands and places them in my lap.

Humiliated and afraid I bury my face in his chest and sob more.

“But I disgust you,” I moan between sobs.

I feel Daddy’s lips on my head then him brushing my now dry bangs out of my face.

“Look at me,” Daddy says hooking his pointer finger under my chin so I look him in the eyes.

I sniffle and try to bury my face in his chest again but Daddy won’t budge so I resort to looking down towards my lap.

“Never princess. Never could you ever disgust me. Where are you coming up with these absurd thoughts Kitten,” Daddy says, brushing my tears away with his thumb.

“It . . . it’s just… well ever since you gave me my birthday present you’ve been acting funny….. you… you’ve never talked to me how you did in the shower…. Or pulled away from my touch with a sound of disgust…,” I whisper, my voice barely audible by the time I’m through.

“Oh… Kitten… No, no. I’m so sorry for how I talked to you. I… It’s just I wanted you so badly. I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself and we can’t do that Kitten. And you could never ever ever ever ever disgust me Kitten. I was disgusted with myself, I… I’m your father, I should’ve never watched you… or let you watch me, it’s wrong,” Daddy mutters kissing my nose lightly.

“But Daddy… I love you… I always have and I’ve only just recently been able to admit it to myself… If it’s wrong to feel this and want you, then I don’t want to be right,” I mumble looking up into Daddy’s clear bottle green eyes.

Daddy lightly sighs, and softly kisses my lips. I kiss back just as softly trying not to press Daddy too far. After a moment he breaks away and leans back in the hammock pulling me with him. He lifts his legs and I do the same. My head rests on his chest and I snuggle close enjoying the feeling of Daddy’s body pressed against mine and the heat of the summer night on my skin. I can hear a dog far off in the distance and nature all around.

“Kitten… I love you like that too… but, we can’t ever do more than what we are now,” Daddy murmurs.

I know I can’t accept it, but for now I can’t bear to move so I just stay silent and nod my head. After a moment I sit up looking into Daddy’s eyes with a little smile.

“So how long did it take you to remember where the tree house was?”

“Well, I’m sure it took me a lot longer than you. I got lost twice,” Daddy replies.

I giggle and kiss his cheek then lay back down, becoming very sleepy.

“Good night Daddy, I love you,” I mumble

“Good night Kitten, I love you too. And happy birthday princess,” Daddy says back.

I feel him take my hand in his and slip a ring on the pointer finger of my right hand. I smile, but too tired to open my eyes I drift off to sleep.

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The Deal Ch. 04

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“Hey Matt, how is my favorite horny eighteen–year-old this morning?” Diana came up behind her son and wrapped her arms around him hugging him close as he was reaching up to pull the cereal from the closet. Her nipples pushed into his back. He was tall enough for her to rest her head on his shoulder.

“Well a bit more horny now thanks to you,” Matt placed the box on the counter and rested his hands on either side next to it.

Diana looked down at her chest pressed against her son’s back and jumped back. “Oops, what can I tell you, the girls have a mind of their own some times.”

Matt turned to look at Diana’s full breasts with their pink nipples. “So I keep hearing. You just got up; why are they hard already?”

“Oh just some creative toweling after my shower.”

She rubbed her palms across her nipples.

“You are in a grand mood this early in the morning; what’s up?”

“Hey it’s a beautiful day, and I have a list of things for us to do around the house to gear up for spring which should be coming before we know it.”

Diana was a sun bunny and had always loved anything to do with the sun and generally hibernated through the winter.

Matt gave a mock groan “Yeah like in a month and a half. How big a list?”

“Just some tightening, hammering, wiping, storing away and …” Diana trailed off as she watched the growing look of desperation on Matt’s face.

“Well, did you have any other plans today?”

Hesitantly came the “No not really.”

“Well alright then how about I let you assign the jobs between us, that way you can give me the jobs with the maximum wiggle potential?” to emphasize her point Diana shook her shoulders which caused a side to side sway of the rounded orbs on her chest.

“Hey the more you wiggle the less you can blame me for not getting anything done, remember” Matt pointed an accusing finger at the swaying breasts.

“So what will get me the most work out of you?” Diana asked exasperated.

“You expect me to think on an empty stomach? You do have spring fever – it’s clouded your judgment.”

Diana reached around and grabbed the cereal box and put it back in the cupboard. Again a breast pushed into Matt, the nipple poking his side.

“Tell you what; I’ll make pancakes so you can get a preview of the wiggle to come.”

Matt laughed and sat at the table “Wiggle away oh naked one.”

While Diana bent down to get the griddle out of the bottom cabinet she shook her butt as she said “wiggle, wiggle.”

Later, after much flipping and wiggling, the two sat to a hearty Sunday breakfast.

“So oh mighty muscular man of the house are you willing to help your poor old naked mother?”

“You know how a naked girl motivates me.”

Matt smiled at the sexy chuckle that came from his mother’s lips.

“So did you parade around the house naked for dad?”

“Not like this, but after certain bouts, one of which created you of course, we would dispense with getting redressed for the evening, or afternoon, or morning.” Diana smiled at the memory.

“So you guys were pretty wild huh?”

“I don’t think we were that outlandish. No worse than the rest of the neighborhood back then. We were in love, open-minded and loved to have fun.”

“So anal sex, masturbation performances, and talk of threesomes are pretty normal” Matt smirked as he held up his fingers and counted off, “am I missing any thing?”

Diana pointed a finger at her son, “Hey, the threesome was strictly fantasy material. I couldn’t help it if your father was an ass man. And besides, you are waaaaay too familiar with your mother’s ancient sex life, Buster. And Mr. Smarty pants, you forgot the quick surprise public flashes, creative use of the girls, and the photography sessions besides other things that I am not the kind of girl to dabble in and tell about, especially to a horny eighteen-year-old.” She stuck her tongue out at her son.

Matt’s eyes lit up as he pondered the new found knowledge.

“I know what will motivate me for a day of cruel slave labor.”

“Oh I can hardly wait to hear this one.”

“Now don’t get mad at me…”

Diana cut him off “You know you say that a lot lately.”

“Hey I’m horny; you’re naked; what do you expect?”

“Good point. So what form of debauchery has your twisted mind come up with that will stay within the boundaries?”

“Well, apparently, it’s nothing that you haven’t already done and only a little stretch past what we’ve done but yet, yes, it is still within the boundaries, oh cruel law enforcement officer.”

“Alright I’ll be daring. If I’ve done it and it stays within the boundaries I’ll do it. Oh crap, I don’t like the way your eyes just lit up.”

“Well, remember how I said not to get mad and remember how I am always horny and even though I have as you say a twisted mind you have enlightened me to things I never even knew where possible. And now I am going nuts with curiosity!”

“This lead up doesn’t bode well.”

“Okay here goes,” Matt’s eyes dropped to the table and he rushed on “I really eryaman escort want to see what anal sex looks like.”

Diana squeaked.

“WHAT!?! And just how is that not completely breaking the boundaries? You’d be touching me in places no son should ever touch.”

“No, no. Not with me,” Matt scrambled to explain.

Diana squeaked again, “What do you want me to do – grab some guy off the street – ‘excuse me sir will you have anal sex with me so I can satisfy my son’s curiosity’?!?”

“What? No, no. With your penis thing.”

“My penis thing? Oh that. With you watching? Why don’t you use the damned Internet like everyone else instead of your own mother?”

“Internet porn? That’s so phony.”

“I can’t believe you want to watch me use my vibrator on my own butt.”

“Actually, uh I’d really like to uh take some pictures.”

Diana’s mouth dropped wide open and she spluttered.

“Hey, you’ve done it with Dad; I’m not touching you; don’t hit me!”

Diana’s eyes were glazed as she shook her head “I’ve created a sex fiend. I don’t know what to think. Sure, it’s kind of within the boundaries but wow are we crossing some huge territory. If I say I have to think about it do I lose my work mate for the day?”

Matt figured it was time to get out of the room while he was still alive. “Even when you say no of course I’ll help you. I am actually relieved that you didn’t throw a plate at me or something. Just call me when you’re ready to work.”

Matt got up to fire up his computer for some quick play before his day was shot.

As Diana got up to think and clean up the kitchen once again the butterflies were swirling in her now full stomach.

When she finished she went into her room and sat on her bed still thinking. Shoving a seven-inch rubber penis into her own ass was not something a normal mother should do in front of her own son. Let alone the added element of him talking pictures as a record of the event. Diana wasn’t worried about what he would do with the photos. His honesty and discretion with the deal had earned her trust. The act however was practically full bore extremely kinky sex regardless of his lack of physical participation.

She really didn’t want to upset him. So what could she offer as a worthy substitute that stayed within the boundaries and didn’t simulate sex. Use the girls on him – too much contact. Let him take posed pictures sans dildo – surely not equal enough for his apparently twisted tastes. She had already masturbated in front of him, twice actually and even once with the dildo.

So much for no simulated sex she realized. She even had stuck her own finger in her ass during the last session. No wonder he was becoming an anal freak. She thought back to that very morning when she got the griddle out of the cabinet wiggling her ass at Matt. Way to pour some gasoline on that fire girl. She thought she had heard him groan. Boy was he just like his father.

She thought about all the anal bouts with David and felt a tingling in her backside.

She also thought about when Matt watched her have one of the most intense orgasms of her life. She remembered with a twinge of guilt that it was Matt’s name not David’s that came out of her lips.

While she really didn’t believe she was substituting Matt for his father, she had to admit the sexual buzz around the house since she dropped her clothes was a lot like her incredible time with David. And she now realized that she had missed that a lot.

She could think back to intimate times with David now without getting choked up. Crazy times. Wonderful times.

David hated to shop. So to make the experience bearable for him they had invented a simple game; while shopping David would challenge Diana to do five things and if she wouldn’t do one David won. If she did them all or couldn’t do one then she won. Sex forfeits were always the prize.

“Gee Di, if you’re so cold in the freezer section, maybe you should warm it up. Put your bra in the freezer,” David smirked waving a hand at the frozen dinner section. Diana pressed behind her through her cotton shirt to unsnap the bra and pulled it through an arm hole and then the other one. As David held the door open Diana tossed the garment in.

“You owe me a new bra, babe,” she turned and started to walk away.

“Mmm, mmm. Look at those hot buns. I think the panties need to go in the bakery department next.”

Diana stopped and looked over her shoulder, her long pony tail waved across the bottom of her spine “Is that a request or a challenge, sir?”

“What, worried the bakery is a little exposed for your exposure? Oh, it is a challenge babe.”

Diana stared at him eyes aglow as a smirk spread on her face.

“I’m sorry sir. This establishment only serves the freshest goods open to the fresh air.” As she walked away she flipped her short skirt up to reveal her panty-less ass. “Game, set, match to me lover boy,” Di called as she wiggled her butt before dropping the skirt and skipping around the corner of the aisle.

Hearing escort eryaman a commotion David turned to see a glaze-eyed smiling elderly gentleman getting punched in the arm by an angry looking old woman. David was stunned; Di had to have known that they were there. David sheepishly smiled, waved and ran pushing the half full cart after the sound of his wife’s laughter.

Diana smiled as she smoothed the folds on the comforter on her bed.

Eight years with no sex and I awaken a deranged sex fiend myself she thought. She never realized before how much she had changed since David’s death.

Well, David was a great, normal guy even with an anal obsession; it probably wouldn’t kill Matthew.

She decided to stop thinking so much and get back to living life to the fullest. Sadly, David’s death proved you never knew how long you had.

Shaking her head, she went into her bathroom and got a bottle of lotion. Next she went over to her dresser and found the digital camera in her purse and reached into her underwear drawer where right on the top lay her old rubber little friend that she had been getting reacquainted with quite often lately truth to be told.

She sat on her bed and thought about the whiskey bottle in the kitchen cabinet before deciding to forget it.

“I’m ready for you Matt.”

“Give me a second” came his answer.

She felt the pounding of her heart in her chest as she heard his door open and momentarily he stepped into her open door.

“What’s first on the list, oh cruel slave laborer?”

“Here, catch” Diana tossed him her camera as she scooted up onto the bed.

“First, you tell me how you want me.” Diana waved the lotion and penis at him.

“What? What do you mean?” Matt’s eyes bulged out.

“Lying on my back or on my hands and knees for example.”

“You mean there’s more than one way?”

“Oh no; I seem to get in trouble when I share my knowledge with you. On my back.” Diana laid flat, raised her legs to her chest, pushed her butt off the bed and opened her legs in a very unmotherly way. “Or on my hands and knees” Diana rolled over and got on her hands and knees. She looked over her shoulder at him. A little of her auburn hair from her short pixie hairstyle covered her eye giving her an even more sexy look to the excited teenager.

“Ah that way is fine.” Matt looked down at the small red camera in his hands. Not believing his luck he added “Now when we’re done I can download these to my computer, right?”

She kept her hair covered eye on him as her hand started to open the lotion, and she squeezed some onto her other hand, “Do I need to go over the rules for the very existence of those pictures.”

“Trust me, no one else will ever even know they exist.”

She ran her lotion covered hands around the penis. “You know that there really is no attractive way to do this right?”

“That’s what makes it so cool.”

“So says the one not getting anything shoved up his butt. Look, stuff like this is great between people who love each other and respect and trust each other. Which in a twisted, bizarre way is why it works for us I guess. But you need to remember that women are not pieces of meat or objects solely for your sexual gratification. We are emotional beings with feelings of our own. Always respect that and pay attention to that,” she dropped the dildo and squirted lotion back onto her hand.

“Stop, Mom. Look if you’re saying that you’re not comfortable doing this in any way. Please don’t do it. I never want you to do anything that you don’t want; no matter how much I think it is cool.”

“Thanks Matt. But I really am okay with this, God help me. You know, your hormones didn’t fall far from the tree because I am actually getting pretty worked up over this in a very, very good way.” The last almost purred out from Diana.

Matt could see that her face was turning a vibrant shade of scarlet. Again a hair covered eye peeked out at him as she spoke “Normally, the guy helps with the lubrication process; but that is so not happening buster. So that means your mother is about to stick her own fingers into her butt in order to spread lotion around – this is so not attractive or ladylike.”

“Does it help if I say that I promise to still respect you in the morning?”

Diana snorted a chuckle.

Matt watched as Diana indeed brought her hand around her back and slowly pushed a finger into her anus. She moved it around before bringing her other hand with the bottle up to the base of her spine squirting more lotion onto her fingers as she pushed a second finger in. Slowly a third was added before all four fingers were sawing back and forth making a lot of squishy sounds.

“Doesn’t that feel weird or hurt?” Matt asked.

Diana shook her head, her hair waving back and forth close to her face. “Anal is really a matter of preference mostly. It’s really hard to describe. When you first experience it, it can hurt and a lot if not done carefully. When you have your own girlfriend and if she is inexperienced eryaman escort bayan you need to progress slowly and with precautions like lots of lotion.’

She smiled at the sight of her eager son nodding his head vigorously from over her bare shoulder.

“Your dad was very much an anal freak so it became a very regular routine of our fun. I honestly quite grew to love it myself. It feels full in an odd, pleasant kind of way. Knowing it brought him so much joy it added to my own pleasure quite a lot. That’s how love between close couples works. It is very mental as well.”

“I love you and knowing it brings you so much pleasure like it did for your father just adds to the positive feeling for me. Trust me, I’m going to enjoy this every bit as much as you. So enough talking, it’s show time.”

Diana pulled her fingers out and brought her hand in front of her to grab the dildo, her thumb flicking the switch on the base. Matt could see her ass still open as a black hole in the middle of a small area of brown next to her soft white skin.

Diana held the tip against the opening. She looked up at her son who stood gaping open mouthed behind her, hands to his side. “Ah excuse me, Mr. De Mille, I’m ready for my close up.”

“What?”

“Just use the damn camera Sherlock.”

Diana waited until Matt had the camera at his face before she slowly pushed the seven inch shaft into her anus.

“Ung. I am so out of practice. Remember what I told you, when you have anal sex with a girl for the first time, you need to go slowly when you do this as it does feel uncomfortable at first,” Diana said this through clinched teeth. “Without lubrication, it can hurt like hell.”

She paused with half the shaft sticking out of her butt. She could hear the soft click of the camera. She slowly pushed in again until only the black base stuck out.

“We’re going to unh let that sit for a moment.” She wiggled her butt at Matt. She looked at him and watched him as he moved around clicking the camera that remained pointed at her backside.

Finally, her hand pulled then pushed the dildo slowly back and forth. The clicks of the camera came more often now.

“So, enjoying the show, my son with the incredibly perverted imagination?”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Yeah, well back in the day, your father and I had to use a bigger camera that only took still shots, no video. Don’t even ask how we got the pictures developed until we could afford a Polaroid camera,” Diana said all this as she slowly increased the speed of the plunging fake penis in her ass.

“Video? Shit.”

Diana laughed her throaty laugh as she watched her son fumble with the camera. She laid her head down and started to strongly push the vibrator into her ass. Her breathing started to get raspy and Matt watched as more and more spasms coursed through her body.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh FUCK” Diana screamed and fell onto the bed her whole body shaking. She brought her hands up to rest on either side of her head. As she lay prone the muscles of her ass slowly pushed the dildo up until it oozed out of her ass and rolled off her onto the bed. Matt could see his mother’s flushed asshole clench and open repeatedly.

“Cool,” Matt cooed switching to a zoom setting.

Diana figured what he was excited about “Yuck, Gross.” But the newly released unbridled exhibitionist in her caused her to drag her knees up and push her butt up and spread wide before Matt and the camera. A throaty “Wiggle, wiggle” came from the mass of hair that was all that was visible of her head. After one final wiggle she curled over onto her side, her arm spread across her scarlet breasts, smiling as he switched the camera back to stills and took one final picture.

Her sweat stained face smirked up at her son “You so owe me an entire day of complaint-free work Buster.”

His rapidly retreating form yelled back “Sure Mom, after I finish ahh downloading the pictures.”

She stretched her body out on the bed. Good, that means she could relax a while before another shower and work time.

She saw the humming vibrator next to her. She reached out and grabbed it and held it up flicking it off.

She stared at the fake penis.

She saw herself looking up into the eyes of David above her. Her hands held onto his shoulders as he pushed himself into her, the insides of her legs pressed against the outside of his. She felt the spark of electricity course through her body making her sob, “Oh David.” He held still waiting for her. Finally he gently rolled his hips again moving inside her. She knew instantly what he wanted when he pulled back and out of her leaving a cool flush of air to gush into the void. He held still again as she compressed her stomach rolling her backside toward him. She reached her hand down to guide his hard flesh into her smaller hole before him. With a hissing sigh he glided his flesh into her ass. She wrapped her legs around his ass and her arms around his back and neck drawing herself off the bed and into his very flesh. They both lost all sense of where one stopped and the other began. He pushed and pulled through her body; jabs of tingling electricity again soared through her body crashing into her heart. Push; pull; push; pull. She felt the tremble start in his stomach and race through the rest of his body as his penis spasmed inside of her.

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The Dark Stone Pt. 06

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This will make more sense if you read the earlier parts. Don’t worry, they’re fun, action packed, and build the tension. Read them first! Also, all characters are 18 years or older. Enjoy.

*****

“Everything happened so fast.” Lakshmi sat across the table from Joyce. She cradled her hot mug of coffee between her hands. The warmth radiated through her fingers. Such a familiar sensation. Lakshmi hung onto familiar sensations now. New feelings had bombarded her lately, making the world more than a little alien.

It was Monday afternoon, around two in the afternoon. Joyce’s kitchen smelled faintly of baking. Cookies, maybe. That was a familiar smell. Lakshmi tried to hold onto that.

“How are things with Raj?” Joyce watched her friend closely. Sitting there, in that moment, it was hard to tell last week had ever happened to poor, little Lakshmi. “Better, right? Lots of sex?” Lakshmi was such a pretty thing, with her dark eyes, soft, feminine features, flawless, brown skin, and wide smile.

“The first few days after I started with Sam were sorta wild with Raj.” Lakshmi looked off into space, thinking. “But then Raj started avoiding me around bedtime, and making up excuses. I think I’m too much for him now.”

“Oh, honey, I’m sorry.” A small frown clouded Joyce’s warm face. Her brow furrowed, sending a crease along her forehead.

“Well, I’m coping.” Lakshmi lifted the mug and took a sip. She regarded her friend through wisps of rising steam. Joyce really was a beautiful woman. Lakshmi had never given it much thought, but after this past week, she was seeing things differently. Joyce’s brown hair was so full and vibrant. Her skin wonderfully milky, with a dappling of freckles. And her body was … was … very womanly.

“What do you mean?” Joyce took a sip of her coffee. The smell mixed with the other kitchen smells in a rich, soothing way.

“Well, this is embracing, but after what you’ve seen …” She kept her mug up near her eyes, a shield against the intimacy of the moment. “I bought a large cucumber at the grocery store, and I’ve … been using it.”

“Oh, my,” Joyce said.

“After everyone else is asleep, I sneak into the hallway bathroom and use the cucumber on myself.”

“I … I … oh, my gosh.” Joyce didn’t know what to say.

“I told you a secret.” Lakshmi put the mug down and leaned on her elbows. She was aware this was exposing a good deal of cleavage to her friend. She had on a revealing white summer dress. “Now you tell me something. Why are you watching us? How can you watch your son … do that to me?”

Joyce leaned back in her chair, she folded her arms over her blouse. “I guess, I just wanted to be there for you. You know?”

“That’s crazy, Joyce.” Lakshmi shook her head. “He’s your son.”

Joyce’s shoulders stiffened. “I know it’s unusual.”

“What’s really going on? What’s happening to me?” Lakshmi leaned a little more forward, her dark eyes almost black and so fierce.

“Well …” Joyce licked her lips. “You’ve always been … um … persuadable.”

“That’s not true.”

“No, it is true.” Joyce didn’t like arguing with her friend, but it was true. “You tend to go with the flow. Remember the canoe trip? Or the softball team? Or heavens, pick any game night.”

“Fine.” Lakshmi sighed and leaned back in her seat. She wrapped her fingers around her mug again. “But that doesn’t explain last week.”

“Well, Sammy has a way about him.” Joyce smiled to herself. “He’s good at persuasion. And you’re good at … um … listening. So …” Joyce spread out her hands, palms up and shrugged her shoulders. “And you’ve been frustrated with Raj. So, I suppose it’s only natural.”

“I don’t know, Joyce.” Lakshmi stood and walked around the table. She held out her hand. “What about Sam’s rock?”

“It might have …” Joyce looked at her friend’s outstretched hand. “Where are we going? Sammy won’t be home for a while.” Joyce cocked her head at her friend, confused.

“I know, but he asked me to do something for him.” Lakshmi reached down, squeezed her friend’s hand, and gently pulled her to her feet. Joyce’s large breasts were now just below Lakshmi’s eye level, the blouse she had on was loose, but it still couldn’t hide her assets very well. Lakshmi took in an eyeful and then looked up into her friend’s surprised eyes.

“When?”

“On Friday, when he was rearranging my insides. He whispered in my ear.” Lakshmi reached up and grabbed two fistfuls of Joyce’s blouse, just below the shoulders.

“What?” Joyce whispered.

“He wanted me to …” Lakshmi pulled on her friend’s shirt and brought Joyce’s face down to hers, “… kiss you.” Their lips met. The soft silky warmth of Joyce’s mouth mixed with the earthy aroma of coffee was … enthralling. She moved her mouth away. “And as you say …” Lakshmi pulled her friends face down again and delicately licked at Joyce’s top lip. “I am suggestable.”

“No.” Joyce looked down at her friend with frightened eyes. “I didn’t mean -”

Lakshmi pressed eryaman escort their lips together and tenderly slipped her tongue into her friend’s mouth. They kissed like that for several minutes, standing in the middle of the kitchen, lips locked.

Joyce pulled her face back. “We can’t -” Lakshmi dragged her into another long kiss. After a minute, Joyce pulled away. “Lakshmi, the window. Someone could see.”

Still holding two fistfuls of blouse, Lakshmi yanked her hands to the sides. Buttons flew throughout the kitchen and Joyce’s blouse hung open. Joyce had on a very sensible, supportive bra.

“Lakshmi!” Joyce realized she had her hands on her friend’s shoulders. As if they had a mind of their own, her hands snaked around and pressed themselves into Lakshmi’s delicate back. She’d never touched a woman like this before.

“Sam asked me to.” Lakshmi kissed Joyce on the neck. She kissed a little lower. A trail of soft, tender nuzzles and licks made their way down Joyce’s chest and up onto the exposed part of her breasts. “You smell so good, Joyce. Like fresh cut flowers.” Lakshmi’s hands snuck inside the blouse and made their way to the bra strap on her back. With a quick manipulation, the bra snapped open. Lakshmi tugged at the sleeves of Joyce’s blouse, pulled it off and dropped it to the floor.

Joyce sucked in her breath.

“It’s okay.” Lakshmi smiled up at her friend. Her teeth so white behind her dark lips. “You were always such a goody two-shoes, Joyce. Time to loosen up a little.” She pulled the bra off Joyce and dropped it to the floor. Lakshmi looked down at those beautiful, tear-drop breasts. “My God, Joyce. I never really appreciated these before.” She trailed her fingernails over the soft, pale skin, following the meandering blue veins just beneath the surface.

“We can’t do this.” Joyce stared at her friend’s nimble fingers as they brushed along her breasts. She shivered.

Lakshmi lowered her lips to Joyce’s right nipple. “So beautiful.” She sucked it in and rolled her tongue. Her hand brushed its way down over the gentle curve of Joyce’s belly. Lakshmi reached for the button on Joyce’s jeans.

“Oooohhhhhhh.” Joyce instinctively cradled Lakshmi’s head with her right hand. With her left hand she guided Lakshmi away from her jeans. “We can’t do this, Lakshmi. Oh, my gosh. We can’t do this in my kitchen.”

Lakshmi released her mouth from the nipple and gave Joyce’s breast a playful, little slap. She watched the boob bounce. “Okay, upstairs then?” She pushed Joyce toward the stairs and gave her butt a slap.

“Oh.” Joyce looked back at her friend in surprise. She covered her boobs with her right arm and hurried toward the stairs, eager to get away from any and all ground floor windows.

Lakshmi followed close behind.

~~

Sam got home from school sweaty. He’d run almost the whole way home. The women in his life were good for his cardio in more ways than one. He threw open the front door and looked for his mom and Mrs. Singh in the kitchen, living room, and backyard. Not finding them, he walked upstairs.

The door to his bedroom was closed. He stepped over to it, turned the handle, and slowly swung it open. He stepped inside and his jaw dropped.

Joyce sat on the bed completely topless, although she still had her jeans on. She was cooing and moaning. Lakshmi was naked, curled on the bed next to her. Her dark hair hung in Joyce’s lap as she eagerly sucked on Joyce’s left boob. Joyce held her head lovingly and ran her fingers through her black hair.

“Wow.” Sam stood just inside the room, not sure what to do.

“Oh, my gosh, Sammy.” Joyce looked up at her son. “You’re home already?”

“This is when I get home, mom.”

“Oh no, oh no.” Joyce moved Lakshmi away from her breast and stood up. “I’m sorry, Sammy. I don’t know why …” She looked around the room for her blouse, but it wasn’t there. “I don’t …” She covered her boobs with her arm and sprinted past Sam and out the door. She slammed it behind her.

Sam looked at Mrs. Singh, sitting on her knees on his bed. “I can’t believe you did it.”

“Me either.” Lakshmi wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Thank you.” Sam looked up at his poster of cat Gandalf. That’s what you get when you hang in there. Sam pulled off his pants and flung them across the room. He stepped out of his briefs and his dick swung free.

“Wow. I’d almost forgotten.” Lakshmi gazed at his penis with longing. “How do you want me?”

“On all fours, please.” Sam walked toward the bed. He didn’t bother taking off his socks or t-shirt.

“Okay.” Lakshmi turned her butt toward Sam. She was already breathing hard. “You don’t need a condom. Just finish outside, okay?”

“Sure.” Sam climbed up on the bed behind her. “Miss me over the weekend?”

“Yes.” She wiggled her round butt at him. “God, yes.”

Sam lined up his dick and entered her pussy. “Are you my girlfriend, Mrs. Singh?”

“Uh … yes, Sam. I can’t … uh believe it. escort eryaman But yes.”

“Sweet.” Sam grabbed her hips and got himself into rhythm.

“Oh, my God. Already … Sam. Already …” Lakshmi shook all over as she came on the teenager’s enormous cock. He split her in two.

Sam pounded her for about ten minutes. “Can I … uh … uh … uh … cum inside?”

“Oh, my God. Ooooohhhhhh. Oh, my God,” Lakshmi chanted.

Sam took that as an affirmative. “Take it … Mrs. Singh.” He erupted inside of her pussy, sending spurt after spurt deep into her.

“Aaaaaahhhhhhh.” Lakshmi’s eyes rolled back and every sensation in her body exploded in the most powerful orgasm she’d ever had.

Sam held her there, on all fours, impaling her. After a few minutes passed, he flipped Lakshmi over, spread her legs and went for round two. When he finished the second time, he sprayed her face, boobs, and belly.

After they were done, lying on their backs and catching their breath, Sam reached over and squeezed her boob. It hung a little off to the side of her chest and swayed with each gulp for air. “I liked that,” Sam said.

“I can’t believe,” Lakshmi panted. “… you did that.”

“Me either.” Sam nodded. “And I can’t believe you kissed my mom. That was hot.”

“Jesus, Sam, she’s your mother.” Lakshmi turned her head to look at him. Her face was covered with dried and drying cum. She looked ravishing.

“Yeah, but still.” Sam traced his finger around her dark nipple and Lakshmi shuddered. “I’d like you to do it again.”

“What?” Lakshmi’s eyes widened.

“I want you to seduce my mom, Mrs. Singh.” Sam lazily played with her substantial breast. “I want you to go all the way.”

Lakshmi stared at this force of nature. At this skinny teenager. Every fiber of her being wanted to make him happy. But could she actually seduce Joyce? “I’ve never been with a woman, you know, down there.”

“First time for everything.”

“Your mother is a bit of a prude.” Lakshmi’s breathing finally slowed. “She’d never.”

“Just try, okay?” He gave her boob a playful little tap and watched it jiggle.

“My God, Sam.” She turned and sat up, on the edge of the bed. The elegant curve of her spine caught the afternoon light. “Maybe.” She sighed. “I’ll think about it.”

~~

Later, after Lakshmi had showered and gone home, Sam found Joyce making dinner in the kitchen. He grabbed himself a glass of water and sat down at the table. Sam’s brown eyes followed Joyce around the room, taking in her wonderful curves.

“So, about that,” Sam said.

“I don’t want to talk about it, Sam Higgins.” Joyce didn’t look at Sam.

“I didn’t think she’d actually do it.” Sam took a gulp of water. He was thirsty. “It was just … you know … dirty talk. I thought it was a hot thing to say to her.”

“Dirty talk?” Joyce had an icy tone to her voice. “I raised you better than that.”

“Well, I mean … A lot’s happened recently and -“

“Sam.” Joyce looked over at him with a piercing stare.

“Sorry, mom.”

“Now, we’re done talking about it.” Joyce went back to her work. “Go do your homework.”

“Okay, mom.” Sam took a long drink and put the glass back down on the table. He stood and trudged back upstairs.

At dinner that night, Joyce seemed to have put the whole incident behind her. She was chipper, laughed at her husband’s jokes, and even gave Sam a warm smile or two. Bex was bubbly too and punctuated several stories by kicking Sam under the table. Sam guessed that was a good thing. Paul was his normal gregarious self.

It was a good time to be in the Higgins house.

As Sam drifted off to sleep that night, he pictured his mom as he’d seen her, cradling her small friend in her arms as Lakshmi sucked at her breast.

~~

The next day at school, Sam saw Arjun and a couple of his football friends coming the other way in the hall. Sam felt magnanimous. After all, even if Arjun didn’t know it, the dude’s mom was Sam’s girlfriend.

“Hey man, what’s up?” Sam said as they passed.

“Shut up, asshole.” Arjun casually shoved Sam’s shoulder with his left hand and sent him sprawling against some lockers. The football friends laughed.

Sam watched them go and straightened up. He looked around and didn’t see anyone he knew. Even so, Sam’s face flushed and he looked down to his shoes. He shuffled off to class and kept his head down the rest of the day.

~~

At about the same time as Sam was picking himself up off the lockers at school, Lakshmi headed over to the Higgins house.

Joyce let her in with a quizzical look. “You’re early today, want to talk?” She closed the front door behind them. “What’s u -”

Lakshmi grabbed Joyce’s butt and pulled her in for a tight embrace. She craned her neck up and kissed her friend again. Joyce was soft, warm, and curvaceous.

Soon, Joyce’s shirt and bra were lying in the front hall and Lakshmi lapped at Joyce’s boobs. “We can’t,” Joyce eryaman escort bayan said, without much conviction.

They moved it upstairs again. Joyce managed to keep her pants on despite repeated attempts by Lakshmi to get them off. Lakshmi quickly disrobed. They kissed, and cuddled, and caressed each other for a couple hours. Joyce did keep an eye on the clock this time and had them both dressed and downstairs before Sam got home.

~~

After school, Sam hadn’t lost his anger at Arjun, even as he plowed into Mrs. Singh. He had her on her stomach. Joyce had returned today to watch them. She sat on the edge or her chair, her chin resting on her hands.

“Arjun … what’s he like?” Sam pounded in and out of her sopping pussy.

“He’s …” Lakshmi grunted with each thrust below him. Pushing her ass up to meet his thrusts. “A … uh … good boy.”

“That’s … open to debate.” Sam had his hands placed on the small of Lakshmi’s back, propping himself up so he could watch his dick disappear and reappear.

“What’s this about, Sammy?” Joyce raised her eyebrows.

“He … uh … uh … pushed me today. For … no … good … reason.” Sam punctuated the last four words with a slam down into Mrs. Singh’s pussy. “And called me an asshole.”

“Well …” Joyce didn’t really know what to say. The parenting manuals never covered this exact situation.

Lakshmi, her face buried in the blanket, shook her head back and forth. She continued to grunt. “Not … my … boy.”

“It’s true.” Sam pulled out of Lakshmi with a pop.

“Now, Sam.” Joyce bit her lower lip with worry. “We can talk about this later.”

Sam reached down and made sure his dick was slick with Lakshmi’s juices. It was soaked. Sam lined himself up with her asshole and rested the head there. “Can I, Mrs. Singh? It’s only fair.”

“I’ve …” Lakshmi inhaled and exhaled with ragged breaths. “I’ve never done … that.”

“Arjun pushed me.” Sam bounced his fat dickhead on her right butt cheek. “Just because I said hi to him.”

“You can do it, Sam.” Lakshmi gripped the blanket tighter. “But go slow.”

“Lakshmi, you don’t have to do this.” Joyce wanted to act somehow, but she was riveted to her seat.

“No, it’s okay. I want to.” Lakshmi looked up at her friend and held Joyce’s gaze. “Okay. Slow, please. Ow! Oh, no.” She kicked her feet into the bed. “Ooooohhhhhhhhh.”

“Oh, my goodness, Sammy.” Joyce watched her son’s thing disappear into her friend’s ample butt.

Sam adjusted his position a little, and drove in and out with a steady rhythm. She was tight. “There now … I feel better.”

Lakshmi’s grunts were even louder than before. “Oh, God. Uh … uh … uh … I … never … uh.”

Ten minutes later, Sam was ready. “I’m gonna cum … uh … uh … in your butt, Mrs. Singh.”

Lakshmi screamed. “Do it, Sam. Oooohhhh.”

“Ah … ah … aaaahhhhhh.” Sam let out blast after blast inside her. When he was done, he kept her impaled. He panted and watched the sweat drip off his face onto her flexing back.

“I’ll never walk again,” Lakshmi mumbled into the blanket.

Sam thought about what a dick Arjun was and pulled back and slammed into her butt again. “One more time?”

“Oh my.” Joyce couldn’t look away.

“Yesssss. Oh, God.” All Lakshmi could do was take Sam again.

Surprisingly, a little later, as Joyce helped her to the shower, she could walk. But she took it easy. Very easy.

~~

Late that night, Sam slept in his room. He was sprawled out on the covers on his back, softly snoring.

Bex quietly opened his door, snuck in, and closed and locked it behind her. She wore an oversized t-shirt and panties. She crept across the carpeted floor and over to Sam’s bed. The smell of Sam’s cum hung in the air; earthy and vibrant. She looked down at her little brother. Even soft, his cock was a monstrosity. His briefs barely held it. Maybe he’d need to get special underwear.

“Sam.” Bex reached down and shook his shoulder. “Sam,” she whispered. “Wake up.”

Sam was naked, but for his briefs. Bex examined his torso. His scrawny frame might have gained a little definition recently. Tough to say really, in the moonlight. Maybe she could see the beginning of some abs, if she looked really hard.

“What? Who?” Sam sat up in bed.

“Sssshhhhhh.” Bex put her finger to his lips. “It’s me.” She pushed his shoulders until his head fell back on the pillow.

“What are you doing.” He rubbed his eyes. “I’m sleeping.”

“I know.” Bex squeezed her legs together. Her panties were soaking. “I just wanted to catch up.” She grabbed her panties with her thumbs and wiggled out of them.

“Oh.” Sam smiled up at her.

Bex smiled back. Her teeth almost glowing in the moonlight. “When did you shower last?”

“Um, before bed.”

“Good.” Bex reached down and pulled off his briefs. She paused. Seeing was believing, his cock was like nothing she’d ever witnessed. It was already growing. “Now just relax.” Shirt still on, Bex crawled into bed and spread Sam’s legs. She got between his legs and grabbed his dick with both hands. Her butt stuck up in the air. She lowered her mouth and started sucking on that grotesque, purple head.

“Wow. Thanks, Bex.” Sam looked up into the darkness of his ceiling.

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I could feel warmth enveloping me as I drifted into sleep. It felt rather cozy and felt nice as I slept.

Strange… I’m aware I’m asleep? Is this a lucid dream or something?

“It is similar, but no. That is not what this is,” a loud melodic voice resounded all around me.

“What? Who was that?” I asked, snapping my eyes open and spinning around, seeing nothing but gold light in every direction. I realized I wasn’t standing on anything, but floating.

This is weird…

“Yes, this is quite different from the physical world,” the voice said. I realized it sounded feminine… and pleasant. “To put it simply, this is the space of your imagination. It is similar to the idea of being a separate world that is linked to your mind. We are currently using this space to converse.”

“…uhm. Ok. Maybe I am dreaming,” I said out loud.

“No, I’m afraid not. Would you feel more comfortable if I created an avatar to converse with you?” the voice asked.

What? Like she’s going to be visible?

“In a word, yes,” she answered my unspoken question.

“What the hell! Why can you hear what I’m thinking?” I asked, both annoyed and uncomfortable.

The gold light shrank itself together, leaving behind white light. The gold light became the silhouette of a woman, and then solidified into a naked woman. She had sun kissed skin, long luminescent gold hair, and bright yellow eyes that had literally glowing irises. She had an hourglass figure;, flat smooth tummy, wide hips, large tits that were bigger than DD and centered with pink nipples. I noticed she had no hair anywhere other than her head, which flowed down to her ass in a wavy fashion. Her glowing hair was weird, but it worked for her. I looked her and up and down, and found myself wanting to kiss her plump lips, which smirked as I thought this.

“Your inward spoken thoughts are no different than your outward spoken thoughts in this realm. Even your thoughts that are not formed with words come across… rather clearly,” she finished with a wink. So she knew that I was in complete awe of her beauty and was nearly convinced I had died and gone to heaven, as this could be nothing but an angel in front of me.

“You aren’t too far off. But no, you have not died, and you have not gone to what you thought of as a place named heaven. I am what has inspired the idea of angels, but that is not a term we use for ourselves,” she said. She paused to give me a moment to digest before continuing.

“You will come to remember all of this in time, so there is little point in explaining it now. I have come to you now because the situation has changed. I can no longer keep the stability ongoing without your intervention and guidance, and maybe even your strength,” she said. Her face was filled with a mixture of sorrow and worry. It was a heart breaking sight. Then I realized what she said.

“What? None of that made any sense at all. I don’t even know you, how could I have been helping you before? And… everything else. Just, what?” I was rambling. I didn’t understand what she was talking about at all. She gave a sigh.

“I see. I will have to slow down and ease you into this,” she said. She closed her eyes, considering how to proceed. After a moment I found myself feeling awkward.

“Excuse me, uh, miss… angel?” I started. She opened her eyes and smiled.

“Well this is as good a starting topic as any. My name is Meekale. I am often referred to as the Archangel Michael in this current time, and have been the source of many similar roles throughout time. I am the First Servant to the One Before All. In other words I could be called the second in command of the Firsts who serve the One Before All. Yes, I know what you’re going to ask. The One Before All is what humans refer to as God. Or some variation such as Odin, Zues, Allah, whatever the less popular ones were… You’d really need to ask a record keeper if you wanted to know them all,” she started going on a tangent. Her eyes widened as she realized she was wasting time.

“Ah, we will have to discuss this another time. More time has passed than you notice in this realm. You should be waking soon and I have pressing issues to handle. Until next time…” she said as she faded away.

I woke up with a feeling of fading warmth. I opened my eyes and looked at the ceiling.

What the fuck was that? I think I preferred the nightmares…

I looked over at Lexi lying next to me. She had her back to me as she lay on her side. I rolled over and pressed up against her, and put my right hand over her tummy as my chest pressed into her back.

“Mmm, hey lover,” she said and pushed her bum back into my crotch. Her delicious ass immediately elicited a twitch from my cock and it started to grow. I happened to be angled just right for my growing erection to press into the crevice between her thighs, poking through to the front of her once it reached full mast. The top of my shaft rested against her pussy lips, which I could feel getting more kızılay escort wet by the second.

“Well that was easy,” she said as she smiled. She moved her hips and grinded on my dick a bit, getting a gasp from me and a throb from my cock.

“It’s because you’re so hot, woman,” I said. This was half true. It helped that I had been ogling Meekale the amazingly hot angel in my dreams, but that was not something I was about to say out loud. I also didn’t want to think about it. I reached up and grabbed her left tit with my right hand, getting a pleasured gasp for my efforts.

“Never tried wake up sex before…” she mumbled. I took that as an invitation. I pulled my cock away from her crevice slowly, feeling her pussy as my dick rubbed along her slit. She bucked her hips a bit at the stimulation, giving me an irresistible urge to thrust back into her crevice, hard.

“Mmm… that’s a nice feeling,” she groaned. I had to agree with her astute assessment. I pulled back again slowly until I was barely in her crevice, and then pressed back in. My cock head pressed against her pussy lip’s opening and she moaned at the pressure. At first we both thought it might go in, but it plopped out instead, getting a gasp of surprise for Lexi. I continued to rub in between her thighs and more or less slowly fucked her without entering her.

“Ohh… this is so different… but I love it,” she was saying while suppressing moans.

“Ya, try squeezing your thighs together babe,” I suggested. She moved her right kneed forward a little and let it drop, which allowed her thighs to press together, and then flexed her thigh muscles. The ensuing tightness was almost too much for me to handle.

“Oh fuck that’s tight,” I groaned. Luckily her pussy juices were all over by this point, so even though it was tight I still glided in and out of her legs nicely.

“Oh this feels amazing,” Lexi said hotly as she shook her thighs to get more movement between us. “I think I’m going to come just from this,” she mewled.

Thinking of making her come had me pressing in harder and faster. Pretty soon I felt my own orgasm approaching.

“Me too Lex, I’m coming!” I grunted. She was already there as she couldn’t move her hips anymore. She clenched them together and arched her back. I felt her crevice get more slippery as her juices flooded my pumping cock.

“Ohhh Shane I’m cominggg!” she practically sang. That was enough to send me over the edge as I started thrust hard and slow, squirting a load with each difficult thrust. Then I pressed in and held still as the rest shot out in front of her.

We were both sweating panting messes. We laid there for a while, cuddled as closely as we could until we almost fell asleep again. Lexi was the first to break the silence.

“I think I need a shower, Sir Cumsalot,” she said and giggled at her bad joke.

“Good one, sexylegs,” I replied, attempting to be as equally lame. Probably more lame really. She giggled anyway.

“I think I can believe you, seeing as you actually fucked my legs!” she said happily. She rolled to her back and smiled at me. I chuckled at her comment.

“I sure did. I’d it again too,” I replied with a smile. “But let’s go shower.”

We got up and went to the hallway. Lexi opened the bathroom door and walked in. I followed her and bumped into her butt as she stood there in the doorway. I was about to ask why she stopped when I saw the reason.

Standing out of the shower were our moms, dripping wet from having just showered. Momma was grinning while Mommy had only just raised her head from toweling her hair.

“Oh hi kids,” Mommy said.

“So, came for a shower eh Lexi?” Momma asked, looking at her legs. Lexi looked down and immediately turned scarlet.

“Kya!” she screamed and tried putting her hands over the cum dripping down her legs. Momma and Mommy both cackled at her reaction. I couldn’t help but chuckle along, which Lexi immediately smacked me on the chest for.

“We forgot to check the clock. I’m guessing it’s about 7am huh?” I said to our moms.

“Sure is. Don’t sweat it, it was a nice surprise,” Momma said, still smiling at Lexi. She looked at me and winked. “Nice coverage sonny boy.”

“Okaayyyy you two done in here?” Lexi said, still blushing and trying to cover her cum streaked legs. She wasn’t enjoying her being caught covered in cum like the rest of us were.

“Ok hun we’ll stop teasing… for now,” Mommy said. “Come on Kara, let’s go make some breakfast. I expect we’ll have two hungry teens on our hands soon.” She giggled and walked passed us, followed by Momma Kara. Only when the door was shut did Lexi stop trying to cover her legs.

“God that was mortifying!” she said. If only she could see how cute she was when she got all shy.

“Ya, that was a bit of a surprise,” I said, trying to avoid saying something to upset her. “Well we have the shower to ourselves. Let’s get cleaned up.” We got in the shower and actually cleaned kızılay escort bayan ourselves this time. We had already sated our lust at the moment and were just trying to get clean.

“Oh, Shane… Did you have another creepy dream?” she asked. I froze. She noticed my stiffness and looked at me concern.

“You did didn’t you?” she asked.

“Ya… Can we talk about it later? This one I know is going to bug me and our moms will notice so I may as well tell you all at the same time,” I said, having already thought that far ahead. I didn’t want to have to explain what I experienced multiple times. She looked and opened her mouth like she was going to argue, but closed it.

“Well ok…” she replied.

“Thanks Lex,” I said. I gave her a kiss before we got out of the shower. Once we were reasonably dry and had handled our bathroom business we went downstairs for breakfast. It smelled like bacon and pancakes today.

Mommy Malinda was setting the food out for everyone as we entered the kitchen. Momma Kara was reading the paper as usual. I swear she would find something to read even if she didn’t have a current newspaper to read. Must be a habitual thing. We sat down in front of our moms and prepared to eat.

Mommy was looking at Lexi with a weird look. I looked at Lexi and saw she had an unhappy expression as she played with her food.

Ah hell. Looks like we’re getting to the topic pretty quickly.

“What’s wrong sweetie?” Mommy asked Lexi. Lexi looked up. Momma looked at Lexi.

“Shane won’t tell me,” she said, turning to look at me.

Damn, she put me on the spot right away.

I sighed and looked at our moms, who were already staring intently at me.

“Ok ok, you don’t have to ask,” I started. No point delaying. “So… I had a weird ass dream. I would say again… except it wasn’t at all like the other dreams. This wasn’t some realistic vision type thing…” I paused.

Mommy and Momma looked slightly concerned but not worried yet.

“Ok. Go on,” Momma said. So I did.

“Ok… Uh, this is going to sound mental. I think… Ok so I dreamed I was talking to an angel… No. I would like to believe it was a dream, but I was fully aware as I am right now. So I was not exactly dreaming I don’t think,” I was trying to explain. I may have been rambling a bit.

“Slow down Shane. So you had a dream, that you don’t think was a dream, that you were talking to an angel? Ok…” Momma said. “So. What did you talk about?”

“Uh… Well… It was a rather long conversation, and I don’t think I could quote it properly. Basically she reassured me that it was quite real, and went on to explain why we were talking. Sort of… She ran out of time and was kind of rambling too much for me to get the full picture. Anyway, the big thing I remember is she was scared of some responsibility she had that was not working out for her. She said she needed my help, not that I have any idea how I would help,” I finished and looked at each of them to see how crazy they thought I was.

Momma looked like she was listening intently. Mommy had her eyebrows raised, though I couldn’t tell what that meant. I looked at Lexi and saw her mouth hanging open a little, and almost laughed.

“Um… Do you… think I’m crazy?” I asked them. Momma and Mommy looked at each other before looking back at me.

“Honey, crazy is a strong word. What you are saying is difficult to believe, so maybe it was actually a dream like you think it may have been. You probably just had an incredibly lucid dream,” she paused, then smiled. “So what did the angel look like?”

“What? Why does that matter?” I asked.

“Oh… reasons,” she said with a smirk.

“Well. She was more beautiful than I could have previously imagined. So what?” I asked.

“Hmm. Perhaps you were just having a sexy dream with and interesting conversation?” she asked, still smirking.

Huh. I hadn’t thought about that.

“So you think I was just having a sex dream?” I asked. Momma giggled.

“You’re a young man. It’s pretty much expected that you have sexy dreams. Although yours was pretty creative,” she said. Lexi huffed.

“You should be dreaming about your hot sister, not some make believe angel,” she said with a frown. I wisely stopped myself from laughing at her cute reaction.

“I would probably have came all over you if I had a sexy dream about you, Lex,” I said smoothly. It was an obvious attempt to placate her, but nevertheless she smirked.

“Ya, like you didn’t do that anyway,” Mommy said with a chuckle. Lexi blushed a little at that.

“Ahh! Don’t remind me,” she said, clearly still embarrassed about being caught covered in come but our moms. I chuckled and took the last bite of my bacon.

I guess it was just a dream.

Just as I was about to accept this as the truth, I felt the room rise in temperature. It felt like our comfortable climate controlled house became the tropics, but not in an uncomfortable escort kızlay way.

“Did it just get warmer in here?” Mommy asked. Lexi gasped and I looked at her. She was looking back in the kitchen. I followed her gaze and couldn’t believe my eyes.

There she was. The unbelievably beautiful angel in all her naked glory. Just standing there. In my kitchen. I heard Momma and Mommy gasp when they turned to see what we were looking at.

“What the hell? Who are you?” Momma asked loudly, clearly getting angry quickly.

“Meekale,” I said, looking at the angel. Meekale smiled and nodded at me. Her long wavy luminescent golden hair accentuated the movement, and her equally luminescent golden eyes held mine captivated. She was even more stunning in the real world, where the mundane contrasted her image sharply.

“What?” Lexi said. “Who is Meekale?”

“The angel from my dream. That’s her… Her name is Meekale,” I replied, looking at Lexi for a moment before returning my gaze to Meekale. “I’m not asleep right now am I?”

Meekale laughed at the question. Her voice was still just as melodic as in the dream.

“No, you are not. None of you are. I chose to come here as one of our appointed Tenders… or, someone who watches over your welfare, notified me that you may be refusing to believe in our meeting. I had her keep an eye on you after speaking with you, just in case. I don’t want to waste time with ambiguity, so here I am. Now you all know I am real,” she said, smiling warmly at all of us.

“What was in the pancake mix Malinda?” Momma asked.

“I think I need to switch brands,” Mommy replied. They were both wide eyed, staring at the beautiful angel.

“Come now, you can all see me. No drug would allow all of you to see and hear the same entity that was already seen previously unbeknownst to you. I hope we can accept that this is reality and move on shortly,” Meekale said. She was smiling a little less now, having become a bit frustrated.

“That makes sense, but this is kind of crazy. I mean, your hair and eyes are practically glowing! And your eyes are golden? Who has golden eyes?” Lexi finished her quickly spoken rant.

Meekale sighed.

“I can make my hair and eyes plain if that would help. It does distract me a bit though, so I would prefer not to if you can handle that,” she said.

“Ok,” I said. “Let’s get passed the ‘we’re all crazy’ shit and move on. We can think about it later.”

Meekale smiled widely at me.

“Well said. Do you remember where we left off?” she asked. I nodded.

“You told me your name was Meekale, and that you were known as many historical theology figures like the Archangel Michael,” I replied.

Her eyes lit up as she remembered.

“Ah yes. Well, I dealt with the little issue that popped up earlier, and you’re no longer dreaming. Shall we continue?” she asked.

“Wait. You’re an angel? An ARCHangel?” Momma asked. Her eyes were wide and she had a look of disbelief on her face. “No way. I’d sooner believe you were some illusionist with lights trained on you.”

Meekale’s eyes glowed brightly as a look of anger flashed over her eyes. She quickly calmed down and returned to her peaceful appearance. That quick look was pretty scary.

“Fine. Let’s cool off,” Meekale said, and smirked.

And then there was the blue sky above us, and a rush of air. I realized we were falling.

“AHHHH” four voices screamed for a second, followed by four simultaneous splashes as we landed in our pool. When we had all lifted our head out of the water, we could hear a melodic laughter above us.

I looked up, seeing Meekale floating down toward the edge of the pool, holding her sides as she laughed hard.

“Oh I’m sorry. I felt a demonstration might move things along,” she said with a smile. She let go of her sides and watched us as we made our way out of the pool. None of us spoke as we got out of the water. It isn’t easy swimming while having your mind blown.

Once we were all out, Momma rounded on Meekale.

“Ok. Color me convinced. You’re an angel. What the hell does an angel want with us?” she asked, becoming defensive.

“Ya?! What does some angel want with my man?” Lexi said even more defensively. I hadn’t expected that particular line. It made me smile. Meekale smirked at Lexi’s outburst.

“Oh, please don’t misunderstand. I do not wish to interrupt your lives. I am here to help you through what is to come,” she said cryptically.

“Great. So Angels are cryptic as well,” Mommy said.

“Actually… I’m not really an angel. Angels are an imagination that derives from mortals seeing us in some way. I am not positive, but the image may have come about from a I partook in with a sword. I hadn’t the time to worry about what mortals may be around, so one or two may have made a story up to explain what they saw. It has happened many times. Either way I am not an angel. I am One of the Firsts,” she said. Then she paused, and looked up thoughtfully.

“You know what. Calling me a ‘One of the Firsts’ sounds weird. I suppose angel works fine. He seemed to like the term the last time he was with us anyway,” she said, looking at me.

“He who?” I asked, having a bad feeling that I knew the answer. Meekale smiled, confirming my suspicion.

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