Aylar: Nisan 2023

It was September, which means Football Sunday. Ever since I was ten years old and started watching football with my dad, there had been Football Sunday. That meant sitting in front of the television watching your favorite team. Chips, drinks and whatever else you wanted. In college and now in real life, I’ve had friends over to watch my beloved Cincinnati Bengals crash and burn on another Sunday. This year, it was different, though. My Bungles had shown some flashes of greatness this season, so I was feeling a little more confident then the guys came over.

High fives were exchanged as Kyle, Josh and Luke came over and made themselves at home. I grabbed drinks out of the kitchen and had Becca bring some of the food. Ashley wasn’t at home because she hates football. I forgive her that one cardinal sin just because she’s so damn hot.

The guys settled in and we rearranged the furniture so everyone got a good view of the television. We pulled the coffee table closer for easy access to drinks and food. I grabbed the remote and hit the power button a few minutes before the game started, catching some of the pre game analysis. We talked about work and this and that. Just before the coin toss, we had to make our game day wager. It was always something like the loser washed the winners’ cars or some such. During last years Super Bowl, Josh had made what the rest of us thought was a stupid bet and ended up having to walk around the neighborhood, in January, in only a thong singing “It’s Raining Men” by the Weather Girls. Now THAT was quite amusing. Especially since the rest of us followed him in a car honking the horn.

Well, we started with the usual stuff, like lunch for the winner(s), washing vehicles, cooking dinner (for those of us who could cook). During the banter that always went on, I noticed that Kyle hadn’t said much. “K, you all right, man?” He nodded and I followed his gaze, where I saw Becca in the other room tidying up. “What? You want to hook up with her or something?” He almost blushed and looked at me. I saw something flash in his eyes. I had no idea what it was, but I was sure I’d find out shortly.

Kyle took a minute to collect his thoughts. He huddled with Josh and Luke, presenting a plan of some kind. They agreed and Kyle elected himself spokesman. We went out to the kitchen and he presented his option to me. “Okay, dude, here’s the deal we want. You’re rooting for the Bengals and we’re cheering for the Browns. Browns lose, we go in together and get you that big screen plasma TV you want.”

‘Wow,’ I thought. ‘They have something big in mind.’ I looked at him suspiciously. “Okay, I’ll consider that. What if the Bengals lose?” Kyle licked his lips and looked at me nervously.

“If the Bengals lose and it’s cool with you, me and the guys want to…you know…take turns with Becca out there.” I tilted my head, having been completely taken by surprise with that one. One thing I have NEVER done and never would do would be to try to make Ashley or Becca do anything without their consent. Granted, early in our relationship, Ashley and I learned that Becca was slightly submissive, but there was a limit to the things she would do.

“I’ll have to talk to her about it. You know I won’t agree to that without discussing it with her first.” Kyle nodded and then went back to the living room as I went to the dining room to talk to Becca. “Hey, Becks. Can I talk to you for a minute?”

Becca turned around and nodded, wondering what was going on. I guessed that she knew we had been talking about her, but I don’t think she knew what we were talking about. “Okay, Becks, here’s the deal. Feel free to say no, because I wouldn’t promise you to be involved. You know how the guys and I make a bet on the game every Sunday? Well, what they want as their part taksim escort of the bet is if they win, they get…you. Not permanent like, but you know, for the afternoon. What do you think?”

She opened her mouth to say something and then shut it again. I could see the wheels turning in her head. I knew she had had multiple partners in the past, even before Ashley and me, but I didn’t know if she’d want to take on three guys at the same time with me watching, no less. She peeked around me into the other room, where the guys were watching the game, though I knew Kyle, if not the other two, were at least paying some attention to us. She chewed on her bottom lip, something that made me want to take her right there, even with the guys in the other room.

She took a vote with herself and decided something. She smiled and said, “I have a slightly different idea…Master.” She didn’t call me that very often and it was mostly said in humor when she did. I chuckled and leaned way down so she could whisper in my ear. I smiled at her and nodded. I took her by the hand and we walked into the living room, entering just as the game went to commercial.

“What’s the score, guys?” They told me three nothing Browns. I shrugged. “Oh well. I’ll let you know that Becca and I have discussed your proposition and we’ve come up with something slightly different, but in the same vein.” They looked at me like I had a trick up my sleeve, so I raised a hand to calm them. “Here’s the deal. If the Bengals lose, Becca here will give all three of you and myself, of course, blow jobs. And, if you’re lucky, she’ll let you cum on her. Does that sound fair?”

All three of them gulped at the same time, not believing that something like this could possibly happen. I chuckled and settled into my chair and patted Becca on the behind. She smiled at me and hurried up stairs. They guys looked at me and I told them that she’d be right back. The guys turned back and the game came back on. We watched the next couple of series and that was probably the last good look at the game the guys got until the last thirty seconds or so.

The Bengals had just taken the ball back on a fumble recovery when we heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Since the game was going to a commercial, we all looked at the stairs and I watched as three jaws dropped. Becca came down the stairs in bare feet and wearing the tightest pair of shorts in the house, of course with no panties. She had on a Bengals jersey I had gotten her as a joke. She had slit it up the front and tied it into a knot under her large breasts, which were not being held in by a bra. We all watched her jiggle her way over to my seat and sit on my lap. I turned back to the TV, a twinging in my groin. I could feel the stares that I was getting. I just smiled and watched the game.

The game was quite close up till the very end. Every time the Bengals scored, which was fairly often given that this was Cincinnati, Becca would leap off my lap and jump up and down cheering. I think by the time the two-minute warning sounded in the fourth quarter, none of us were watching the game any more. We were all hoping Cincy would score, just so we could watch Becca’s massive mounds bounce up and down again.

The game came down to a fifty-three yard field goal for Cleveland. The stat block came up and we read, along with the commentator, that the Cleveland kicker hadn’t made a field goal of this distance all season and that his career longest was only one yard longer than the kick he was trying to make now. In spite of ourselves, we were all leaning forward, watching intently, as if we could make the kicker miss or make it, depending on which team we rooted for.

The ball was snapped and the kicker topkapı escort put everything he had into it. You could see the flags on the goal posts and there was no wind. It was a straight shot, but did it have enough on it to make the crossbar? We all started yelling at once, Becca and I yelling no and the guys saying yes. We couldn’t tell from the angle the camera used, so we all froze waiting for another shot. The cross bar camera showed us, in slow motion, the ball making it over the crossbar by MAYBE three inches.

Kyle, Josh and Luke all jumped up and started cheering. Becca looked at me, a little fear in her eyes. I kissed her cheek and whispered to her that everything would be okay. She just had to give me the signal and I’d end everything right then. She had been with us long enough to know I wasn’t joking around. She nodded and waited on my lap as the guys settled down. Once they did, they remembered that they won more than bragging rights and turned and looked at me. I nodded to Becca and she stood up, her head toward the floor, her hands together in front of her. I stood in front of her and looked every one in the eye.

“Okay, guys. You won fair and square. There are, however, some ground rules. You break any of them, I break you and this whole thing is over. Got me?” Nods all around. “Good. I don’t want this to end up ugly. Rule number one is that if Becca says no to something, then you don’t do it. You don’t do ANY thing without her telling you to. Rule number two is that you follow Rule Number one explicitly. Any questions?” There were none, just like I thought. I stepped out from in front of Becca and smiled at her.

The guys, for all the bragging they had ever done, weren’t sure how to start. Becca looked up at them and smiled, no one moving. I rolled my eyes and made motions behind the guys’ back for her to play with her boobs. She giggled just a little and began running the tips of her fingers over her nipples. Now, I don’t care what tests have proved about women with large breasts, Becca has extremely sensitive nipples. It took about a second and a half of rubbing before we could see them through the material of her jersey. She closed her eyes and I could see her lips open slightly. I could also tell that the guys were getting aroused in a hurry. Josh was rubbing himself through his pants and Kyle had his hand in his pants already. Luke was the only one playing it cool. He walked up to her and kissed her, which she gladly accepted. Becca reached down and started feeling Luke’s cock through his pants. I heard him let out a small moan and Becca looked down, her eyes getting big. I stepped aside far enough to see a large bulge in the front of his pants.

Becca took a deep breath and undid the zipper on Luke’s pants and pulled them down. She gasped as she could see the head of his dick sticking out from the leg of his boxers. She looked up at Luke and he touched her face with his hand. She pulled his boxers down, knowing what he had, but still not able to believe it. Not even completely hard and he had to be seven inches already. Becca took it in her hand and gave it a couple of tugs, getting it really stiff. Once that was accomplished, she took the head in her mouth, which was almost too small to allow access to that monster, a full ten inches long and had to be five inches around.

Josh and Kyle now had their cocks out, both smaller than Luke or myself, who measures on the generous side of average, but still a decent size. They were stroking themselves until Becca noticed them, but she was otherwise occupied with something. Becca was bobbing her head up and down about half of Luke’s shaft, both of her small hands fitting in the space between her mouth and his balls. She took a deep tuyap escort breath through her nose and lunged further onto his rod, getting about seven inches in her mouth. She tilted her head back slightly and I could see her throat bulge slightly from the head of Luke’s cock. She pulled it back out and inhaled quickly, getting her breath back. As she came up for air, she noticed Kyle and Josh and motioned for them to come over to her.

They stepped up on either side of Luke, both taking off their clothes as they came over. What happened next can only be described as poetry in motion. The way Becca coordinated her mouth and hand movements, no one was left without contact for more than a second. One second, she had Kyle in her mouth and Luke and Josh in her hands only to switch her mouth to Josh and flip her hands to take both Kyle and Luke. I stood there watching all of this happen in my living room for what had to be twenty minutes. Finally, I could tell that the guys were getting close and that Becca was getting tired.

She looked from one set of eyes to the other and then took control. “I want you three to jerk off those beasts and cum all over me. My face, my tits…wherever you want. You just have to tell me when you’re cumming.” All three started beating off like it was the last chance they were ever going to get.

Josh was the first to announce his intention. Becca held up her breasts and squeezed them together. Josh’s arm was a blur as he jerked like mad. He grunted and we all saw a white stream leap out and smack into Becca’s chin, dripping down onto her boobs. The next shot hit her cheek and running down like water. Josh moved closer and started wiping his cock across her lips, coating them with the last of his cum.

Kyle stepped up next, aiming for Becca’s tits. He shot his load all over them, groaning loudly and then fucking Becca’s boobs as he finished cumming. He released his cock from her tits and stood up and smacked his cock head against Becca’s cheek a couple of times before she turned her mouth and took his head into it and sucked his balls dry.

Luke moved forward next, stroking his beast hard. Its head was an angry purple color. Becca looked a little apprehensive as Luke held his side of beef over her face. He stopped stroking and told Becca to lie down on her back. She looked over at me and I shrugged, not sure what he was doing. She nodded and lay down. Luke straddled her stomach and held the head of his big one at boob level. He reached down and put both of Becca’s hands around it and told her to hold her hands still. She held as still as possible as he started fucking her hands. About this point, I noticed that her hands didn’t quite fit all the way around the shaft of Luke’s cock.

He kept this up for several minutes until he mumbled something to Becca and she opened her mouth. The first blast of his cum covered her face from chin to her hair. The rest dripped from his bulbous cock head, landing in Becca’s mouth. She swallowed most of it, only a little leaking out of the corner of her mouth. Luke hadn’t moved, trying to catch his breath. After a couple of minutes, he stood up and grabbed his pants. The guys packed away their baggage and we all said our ‘see you laters.’

I stepped back into the living room and found Becca still laying on her back on the floor, her upper body covered with cum. She wiped a little jism from her eyes and smiled up at me. I looked down at her and chuckled. She licked a blob of cum from her lips and swallowed it. I knelt down and helped her into a sitting position. She looked down at herself and laughed, only to stop when I had pulled out my own throbbing cock and began stroking it over her face and head.

“Hey,” she started. “This wasn’t part of the deal.” I stopped stroking, leaving my dick twitching in the air over her head. “Okay,” I responded. “If you really want, I’ll stop.” She looked into my eyes and smiled and raised herself into a kneeling position. “Yeah, I want you to stop so I can handle it myself.”

She licked the helmet of my rod and laughed a cute little laugh. “So…are the guys coming over next week too?”

CHAPTER FIVE

KL Sentral was still busy during the night.

I looked at the arrival screen; the ETS train from Kuala Kangsar was bound for arrival in 10 minutes. I waited at the arrival hall while looking at passengers arriving and departing the KL transport Hub.

My mother-in-law will be staying with me officially starting from today. Her stuff were packed and sent to my condo a few days prior to her arrival. Shortly, a group of passengers came into the arrival hall and my mother-in-law was among them.

She waved at me as I looked at her. She looked different, her hijab was not fully cover… her hair fringe was visible. Further she was wearing a satin white floral printed baju kurung. She usually didn’t wear white.

“Hi…”

“You look stunning, ma.”

She smiled and seemed happy. I just shook my head and followed her.

“Where you want to go?” I asked.

“Sorry, you lead the way…”

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My condo is located along Sg. Besi road. It was accessible to many roads which is why I bought the unit. It has three blocks and my unit was in block B level 20th.

My car passed the guard house and headed toward the lobby. Along the way, there were trees planted on both side of the pathway. In front of the lobby was a two storey high fountain cum waterfall decoration. My car then headed into the car park where my parking lots were assigned.

Once we entered my condo unit, I showed Aisha her room. My unit has three bedrooms where two bedrooms have queen size beds and the last room has a single bed. I had occupied the master bedroom so the other queen size bedroom was allocated for my mother-in-law. I told her that she can use anything she wanted, and I don’t mind.

She put her luggage in her room and then headed for a shower.

I sat down and relax on the sofa. I was admiring the view of highways surrounding my condo.

“This place is nice… with beautiful view and comfy furniture.”

Aisha came out from her shower and her hairs were still wet as she was drying them. Again, she wore a satin short sleeve sleep dress. I was speechless when she sat on the sofa. This dress was short, at her thigh level, once lift her legs I caught a glimpse of her red panties.

Nevertheless, she didn’t wear a bra and her breasts clearly outline on her smooth silky dress. My cock immediately spring to life under my jean.

“Ma… I make you some coffee,” I pointed at the cups on the dining table.

“Thanks.”

She stood up and walked over to the table. Again, I was reward with her beautiful back view… her smooth tight and beautiful plump legs were amazing. Not a single stretch marks on her legs. Thoughts started to play in my head.

“So what are you going to do …to start your new retirement?” I asked.

“Well, first of all I will be having lunch with your mom tomorrow and then shopping. Later she will introduce her girls club to me.”

“Sound fun…, is she picking you up?” I said.

“Yup..”

“Oh… here is the house keys and access card.”

“Thanks for having me. You don’t mind seeing me in this new look, do you?”

I shook my head.

“You look stunning… and it good to change… sexy.”

“Sexy… hehehe. I am trying to be more attractive hehehe,” she giggled.

I smiled.

“You like it…?”

My face flushed as she smiled at me. I nodded with agreement.

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It has been a week my mother-in-law moved in. I started to feel uneasy because I was embarrass to watch porn or masturbated in the house. I really need to release somehow.

The car at the back horned, I drove pass the traffic light. It was pouring outside and it was heavy traffic. I looked at my watch, it was almost 9pm. I had stayed up late in the office.

Suddenly, my phone ranged.

It was screaming and baby crying in the other end. I looked at the phone, it was Ms Tan. Something might have happened to her. I quickly turned my car to another direction towards Tan’s house.

My car stopped at the parking lot in the four storey apartment. The rain started to drizzle. I rushed up the stairs to the second floor. I knocked on the door but it was not lock.

“Tan… tan…” I called.

The living room was in a mess. I could hear the sound of crying from a room. I rushed Girne Escort into the bedroom… I was shocked.

Ms. Tan was lying on the bed and she was struggling in pain. Her two years old son was crying next to the bed.

“Tan… tan… are you ok…?”

She turned and hugged me tightly. She started to cry uncontrollably. I looked down on the bed; there was a large patch of blood. Now I started to worry and I flipped aside her dress that covered part of her bed. I examine as she spread her legs wide… exposing her pussy to me. The blood came from her pussy.

“Come… I bring you to the hospital…” then I quickly console her son.

I carried her into the car and quickly came back for her son. Tan was still sobbing in the car when I rushed her to the hospital.

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The Sunway Hospital was busy on Friday night. I was carrying Ms. Tan son to the emergency room after I parked my car.

At the ER waiting lounge, I bought some breads and drink for the kid. I felt sad and worried for Tan. There were crowd and crowd of people entering and exiting the ER. It has been half an hour before the doctor came of out Tan’s cubicle.

I stood up as the doctor came to me.

“Are you her husband…?” the doctor used a stern voice.

“Nope… is she ok?”

“Who are you then, boyfriend, lover?”

“Nope… I am her boss and she called me for help. When I reached her place, she was in pain… tell me is she going to be ok.”

The doctor slowly took her surgical mask out. I was a little surprised to look at a familiar face. Leanne was attending Tan awhile ago.

She sat down with me.

“She will be fine but she needed rest. She was raped and stuffed with a large object in her vagina before pulling out.”

“What?” I shouted out loud.

“Calm down… I almost had the same reaction and thought you are the one who cause this…” she flushed as she said.

I look at her with an anger expression.

“Sorry… sorry… my mistake,” she put a sorry gesture on her forehead.

“Come onlah… I am not that crazy… further I was smart enough to beat you in a race and won’t be that stupid.”

“I knew by the look at the kid cling to you… I believed what you said. But it seemed to be a domestic violence. Such as pity, she is very pretty and who could done these to her?”

“Sigh… not so lucky in relationship..” I commented.

“You better talk to her about what had happened. I already stopped her vagina walls bleeding… and did an ultrasound on her, she will be fine.”

“Does she need to be warded…?”

“Let her stay at ER for two hours, we will observe her condition…”

“Thanks, I will bring her kid to her.”

Leanne walked away… she occasionally turned back and smiled at me.

In the cubicle, Ms Tan had calmed down as she hugged her boy. I sat next to her as I whispered to her.

“Tan how are you feeling?”

“Thank… boss. Without you, I don’t want to live anymore…”

“Don’t say such words. You still had your baby boy to take care. Tell me what had happened?”

“He came to see his son, Jerry. So I allowed him to enter the house like usual, and he will play with Jerry for an hour then leave. But tonight, he came in and dragged me into the room. He forced himself onto me… I tried to fight him but he pushed in. I still struggle to get away, it was then he took my hair curl stick and pushed into my hole. I was in pain as he pumped with it a few times before he started to fuck me. He left after he has done his business.”

Tan was sobbing by the time she finished.

I held her hands and console her.

“I think we better report this to the police… the hospital already acknowledge the police department. Someone will come… we need to reframe him from seeing you.”

She nodded. She held to my arm the whole night as she tried to have some nap.

Occasionally, Leanne came in and looked at her condition. Somehow, I believed her attention was more on me than Tan. She kept smiling at me.

It was almost morning, I sent Ms Tan back to her place and I tried to clean up some of the mess before I left. Suddenly, I got a message in the whatapp.

– Morning, I like you… will court you  – Leanne

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In Magosa Escort my condo, Aisha was waiting for me.

“How was she doing?” she asked.

“Tired I think…”

“Tomorrow, I will cook some traditional herbs for her. Then you passed it to her.”

I had called Aisha and told her what had happened when I was in the hospital last night. She still seemed to worry about me.

“You better get some rest, but first eat the nasi lemak I cooked for you. Eat first.”

“Thanks, ma.”

“Oh… please don’t address me ma… just call me by name. It makes me feels younger.”

“Ok… Aisha.”

She smiled and sat next to me on the dining table. She was looking at me while I was eating. Then I realized she was wearing a satin pajamas blouse and short set.

“New pajamas…?”

“Look nice… isn’t it.”

I just nodded.

“Oh… I am going for lunch later… so you have some rest and I will bring back some lunch.”

“Mmmhh.”

She went into her room to change and then took off. Finally I got my alone time. I quickly took a shower and relaxed on the sofa. It was time for my porn collections. I played some of my favorite theme, older woman/younger man, mother/son … then I realized someone has been watching those movies. As usual, the movie will start form beginning which I reset them to be. But most of them have resumed half way and some resumed at the ending credits.

The only person that might have watched them is Aisha. It is definitely her, and as I browsed more, all the titles with mother-in-law theme have been watched. My cock was so hard by then and I watched the titles she had watched.

Soon, I was aroused and went to the bathroom. Suddenly, it came into my mind that I should use the other bathroom. Just I was expected; on the floor of the bathroom was a pail with some under wears. I examined them and discovered all of them were new. There were a pair purple velvet bra and thong; a green satin bra and thong and lastly a pink transparent bra and matching g-string. All of them were from Victoria secrets. Again, I closely examined the tags and they were all in 34DD.

I started to imagine Aisha in them and my cock was pulsing with desire now. My cock was hunger for stroke as I wrapped it with the green satin thong and took the pink g-string to my nose. I sniff it … indeed the smell of womanhood still on the g-string. By then, I was stroking my hard cock fast. With all the build-up for a week, my semen was burst out and I screamed to ecstasy.

My semen was all on the bathroom wall. I never came so much and felt so naughty before. Aisha has become my object of masturbation and I was wondering why she has become so provocative.

CHAPTER SIX

I smiled looking at Ms. Tan and Jerry eating ice cream at the Baskin Robin’s kiosk. She has retuned to her normal self again, caring and gentle mother.

Then Aisha put two cups of coffee on the table and sat next to me.

“YJ… later accompany me to buy something..”

I nodded. It was Aisha’s idea to bring Ms. Tan and Jerry out for dinner. It helps for her to be more social able and diverted her attention from the bad memories. We had dinner at Sushi King midvalley mall and did some windows shopping, before stop for ice cream.

“Go ahead boss, I will bring Jerry to Toy’R’us.”

Aisha just smiled.

Saturday night, the mall was full of people. I followed Aisha from behind till she entered the Victoria Secret store. I puzzled a little while before she grabbed my hand and dragged me into the boutique.

“I want a male opinion about some night wears…”

Surprisingly, she saw a black lace teddy. She took it and showed it to me.

“Nice… not sure can fit.”

I whispered to her… “It is very sexy, not sure it is your style. Sure you want to wear this…?”

She looked at me and smiled. My cock immediately turned hard from her reply “Do you get turned on by this, if I wear?”

“I… I… I” I was stammering.

“Madam… we got your size, come here please…” the sale lady was escorting Aisha.

I was browsing around as they were many older ladies buying lingerie in the boutique. The sale lady has introduced a few items to her before they headed into the fitting room. I just waited for a couple of minutes.

In Lefkoşa Escort the end, Aisha came out from the fitting area. She showed me a few of the sleepwear she wanted. They were a satin lace trim cami set in vintage rose color, a black satin kimono robe and finally the black lace teddy.

I just whispered beside her “You are so naughty.”

She smiled before she walked to the counter for payment.

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We called it a day, and left the mall. As soon as I dropped off Ms. Tan and Jerry, Aisha stared at me while I drove home.

“What?” I asked.

“She seemed to be fond of you, don’t you feel that?”

“We are closed friend… that’s all.”

“It is a woman instinct… she felt safe with you. That is the feeling she showed to me.”

“You think too much… beside I am very tired.”

“Ok… after shower, I give you a massage for rewarding you accompanied me to VS.”

“Thanks.”

Throughout the journey, I was wondering what was Aisha was planning to achieve or playing. One thing for sure, she was messy with me and it was definitely having effect to me. My cock was hard all the time. The scene in the Victoria boutique was totally a surprise. Since, she moved to KL, she has become a different person. She was naughty and sexy in front of me recently.

The late and quiet night was relaxing, as I lied down on the L-shaped sofa. I was listening to music as Aisha slowly walked into the living area.

“Ready for your massage?” she asked.

I almost felt down from the sofa when I looked up. The sight of her curly hair and newly bought black kimono robe on her was heart throbbing. My cock just stood hard trying to escape from my boxer. I was only wearing a t-shirt and a boxer.

I lied flat on the sofa with my back facing up. She slowly massaged me starting from the shoulder. I could felt her silky smooth robe brushing across my arms.

“Aisha… you have changed so much, are you happy staying here?” I asked.

“Yes… I am trying to explore new things.”

“It is good, but…”

“But… what? You can tell me what is in your mind,” she replied as her hands started to work on my mid back.

“You know… like today in VS, you are kind of flirting.”

“Well… as a teacher, I was exposed to many things and desire. But since I was in a place where everyone thinks conventional, I couldn’t act the way I wanted. Now I want to explore those desires.”

“You are flirting with me… look at you.”

“I am more comfortable with you and I started to like you.”

Her hands now were squeezing my buttocks. I was totally relaxed … then occasionally, she brushed my hard cock.

“Ah…”

“Tell me… you do want me to stop treating you like that?” she asked.

“No, of course not.”

“See you do have effect…” she now purposely brushed my hard cock.

She slowly whispered… “You seemed to enjoy… I know we might head to somewhat improper situation. As long as we didn’t cross the line, I like where it is going.”

“Deal… as long as we didn’t cross the line.”

She stopped.

“I think… we are good for tonight.”

I turned and sat up. The whole living was filled with the smell of Aisha’s womanhood. I knew she was aroused and I am sure her pussy was dripping with juices. Another surprised sight as a part of her robe slipped down a little exposing the black teddy she just bought. The laced teddy practically transparent on the top, her left breast was clear visible from my sight. It was big, her D cup breast was a little sagging with large areoles and erected nipple. Aisha slowly readjusted her robe before kissed my forehead.

“Good night.”

I was stunned for a moment. But it was too late as her room door has closed. For awhile, I sat on the sofa with raging hard on. As I was about to head back to my room, there were moaning sounds coming from Aisha’s room. Although, it was pretty weak but I am sure she was playing with herself.

“Mmmmm… oh oh oh….”

“Huh… huh huh huh huh…”

“Oooooouuuuu….”

I was squatting next to her room door. Without, thinking straight I took my phone and recorded the sound. It was enticing as the frequency of the sound became more and more.

“Mmmm… ouuuu…. ouuu… ouuuu…. ouuuu……….mmmmh”

“Ah ah ah ah ah ah…….aarrrgghhhhhhhhh”

“Fuccccckkkk……………… aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh”

“MMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmhhhhh….”

She came and I was almost come on the spot but I was too afraid she might catch me. So I ran into my room and stroked my hard on to climax in the bathroom.

A/N: This is a re-written version of an earlier (now deleted) publication. Please enjoy!

It had been almost 11 months since I’d last seen my daughter, Amy. She’d been off at boarding school in New York and while she’d usually fly home for the holidays, severe weather had prevented her from doing so this year. The same went for her 18th birthday, forcing my wife, Sarah, and I to celebrate with her virtually. It wasn’t the same though, and we couldn’t wait to have her back with us.

But when we arrived at the airport to collect her, I almost didn’t recognize the young woman waiting for us. Amy had changed dramatically, now more woman than girl. Her blonde hair was longer and lighter than I remembered, falling over her shoulders in waves. She was a bit taller now, 5’4″ perhaps, and I couldn’t help but notice that her breasts had grown, too. They sat high on her chest, straining against the fabric of her shirt, the outline of her nipples barely perceptible through the cotton. My face heated as I felt my cock twitch in my pants. I shouldn’t be affected by this change, not when it came to her. She was my Amy. My precious little girl.

Not so little anymore, a part of me remarked dryly. It took more strength than it should have for me to shove the thought away.

She was smiling widely as she approached, launching herself into her mother’s arms as Sarah flew out of the car to embrace her. Stiffly, I got out as well, subtly rearranging myself before taking her luggage and loading it into the back of the sedan.

“Daddy!” Amy squealed, hugging me next. I had to stifle a groan as she pressed tight against me, winding her arms around my neck.

“Hi, honey.” I squeezed her back, trying–and failing–to ignore the feel of her hips against mine. My blood was rushing south, and I released her quickly as my cock began to stir, hoping no one had noticed.

On the drive back, I tried to keep my gaze strictly on the road. Oblivious to my inner turmoil, my wife and daughter chatted enthusiastically about finishing school, summer plans, and college. Once or twice, I met Amy’s bright green gaze in the review mirror and had to avert my eyes in shame.

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Later that evening, we settled in for a movie. Amy sat between Sarah and I, wearing one of my old shirts. As the opening credits played, she cuddled into my wife’s side, and I watched as Sarah rubbed gentle circles along her back. The motion pulled at Amy’s shirt, causing it to ride upwards, exposing the curve of her ass.

In that moment, I felt my mind short circuit. Fucking hell. She wasn’t wearing any shorts…just a pair of pale blue panties.

Fuck.

I couldn’t help but stare, curiosity overriding guilt. My cock stirred once more, and I pulled a pillow over my lap to cover it. A quick glance at my wife and daughter assured me that they were too engrossed in the movie to notice. Mouth dry, I allowed my gaze to dip lower once more, entranced by the smooth, pale skin of her thighs.

Stop, I told myself sternly. That’s your daughter, for Christ’s sake. You have to stop this!

But then Amy moved, resting her head in her mother’s lap and stretching one leg out across mine. I froze, eyes snapping back to the screen. Her ankle brushed dangerously close to the head of my cock. I could feel it engorging, hungry for something it could not have. And then–as if to tempt me further–she pulled her other leg up, bending it at the knee and letting it fall open.

I couldn’t help myself. I looked.

My eyes found her center easily, as though drawn there by some unknown force. Her panties were so thin and tight that I could see the outline of her lips through the fabric. My dick throbbed, aching for her. For Amy. For my own fucking daughter.

Terror filled me and I excused myself in horror. As quickly as I could without drawing suspicion, I left and made my way to the master bathroom. Once inside, I stripped and locked the door, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My cock, ready and weeping at the tip, jutted outward as I freed it. Its head was angry, almost purple with need, and slick with precum. Forcing myself into the shower, I stood under the icy spray, hoping that it would quell the heat of my taboo desires.

It did not.

Just this once, I promised myself, gripping the base of my shaft. You can think of her just this once. Bracing one hand against the shower wall, I worked myself up and down. Groaning, I pictured myself taking her breasts in my hands, imagining how perfectly they would fit in my palms. Gripping myself harder, I recalled the blue of her panties, envisioning my fingers reaching out and pulling them to the side. “Oh god, Amy,” I moaned. “Your pussy’s so pretty.” Pumping my cock faster, I threw my head back, cold water splashing across my face. The contact shook me from my fantasy, the reality of what I was doing quickly setting in.

Oh god. I was getting off to my daughter. To my own fucking daughter. Stroking my dick Girne Escort as I imagined her tits, her ass–it was too much. I came with a roar, hot cum spurting from my cock, climaxing harder than I ever had before. In my mind, Amy watched me, green eyes wide, her gaze shocked and accusing.

Completely spent, I slumped forward, exhausted. I watched as the water swirled down the drain, taking with it the evidence of what I’d done.

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Shame, guilt, and lust were my constant companions after that. Over the next several days, the first two won out, and I refused to indulge in my fantasy. But as time passed and the weather warmed, it became more and more difficult. I could feel my willpower draining, my resolve faltering as Amy pranced about in tiny crop tops, dresses, and barely-there miniskirts. Sometimes, I wondered if she knew of my secret desire–if she’d somehow sensed it. Impossible, I reassured myself. There’s no way.

At night, and sometimes even during the day when it became too much, I’d fuck my wife instead, hoping to chase away my depraved thoughts. But it didn’t matter how many times I rutted into her, how many times she came around me. Sarah wasn’t Amy, and the lust roared on.

Seven days. I’d made it seven whole days without getting off to thoughts of my Amy. But it was a little white bikini that finally ruined me.

It was a tiny thing, barely a scrap of fabric. And yet it sent my self-control spiraling, tearing apart every ounce of discipline I’d mustered. One look and I knew I wouldn’t be able to stay away.

The morning had been an unusually warm one. By 7 am, it had already reached 78 degrees, and by 9 it was nearly 83. Sarah had already left for work, and I was setting up in the home office when Amy came down the stairs. I’d left the study’s door ajar, and I gazed transfixed as I watched her descend. Her legs were long and lean, her skin now golden from laying out by our pool. Her breasts bounced, barely contained by the white bikini top she wore. It was clearly unpadded, and her hard nipples peaked the fabric in little mounds. As she turned to enter the kitchen, I caught sight of the tiniest bikini bottoms I’d ever seen. As I watched her firm ass sashay down the hall, I was convinced that even thongs had more fabric than that.

Looking down at my crotch, I cursed. Not even thirty seconds and my cock was standing at attention. I wanted so badly to rub one out, knowing that the sight of her in that bikini would give me enough to work with for the rest of the goddamn month. But I didn’t.

Thinking back on it, maybe I should have. Maybe things wouldn’t have played out the way they did if I’d just stayed in the office and touched myself. Maybe I would’ve gotten it out of my system instead of allowing it to build up. But I didn’t…and honestly, I don’t regret it.

For the next hour or so, I tried to focus on work. It wasn’t happening. My cock was begging for attention. For Amy’s attention. I could barely think straight. It got to the point where I’d realize that I’d been absently stroking myself through my shorts. Fuck it. I needed to cool off. Go for a swim or something.

After changing into my swim trunks, I jogged out to the pool. A stupid part of me wondered if my daughter would appreciate how in shape I was. Not many dads in their late 40s still had abs, after all. But I shouldn’t have bothered with the thought. Amy was fast asleep in the sun, bikini still wet from a recent dip.

I swam quietly, trying not to wake her. When I surfaced and pulled myself to the edge nearest her, I realized that my eyes were level with her body. The white fabric of her swimsuit had gone nearly transparent from the water, and I could see that her pussy was shaven bare. Her nipples were a deep, dusty rose color that matched her lips. I hadn’t even realized that I’d moved until I was kneeling beside her, my cock in my hand, the ground hot against the skin of my knees.

Put your goddamn dick away, I told myself. C’mon, just put it away and go upstairs. But I couldn’t move. It was as if I was in a sort of trance, my fingers moving over my engorged cock as I leaned over my daughter’s unconscious form.

But as suddenly as it started the spell broke. I stumbled backwards, stunned by the sheer recklessness of my actions, stuffing my cock back into my shorts. What if she’d woken to find me like that? Masturbating in front of her? I backed into a table, wincing as the cup atop it fell over.

Yet still she slept on.

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That night, I found myself unable to sleep. Desire made it impossible to rest, and even hours later, I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about her. Frustrated (in more ways than one), I got out of bed to fetch a glass of water. Instead of making my way to the kitchen, however, I found myself heading down the hall towards my daughter’s bedroom. Her door had no lock and opened easily for me. Amy did not stir, not even when light Magosa Escort from the hall fell across her face.

In that moment, all rationale left me. Through the crack in the door, I watched as she kicked off her blankets, sprawling atop them. She’d worn a cropped T-shirt to bed, and it rode up to reveal the naked skin of her breasts. Her nipples, puffy and pink, pebbled in response, and I imagined taking them between my lips. I felt myself hardening, seeking her warmth.

I could stand it no longer.

Pushing down the band of my boxers, I sighed in relief as my dick sprang free–thick, veined, and aching. My gaze moved lower, memorizing the curve of her narrow waist and flare of her hips. Between her legs was nothing but a scrap of black lace. It had shifted to one side during sleep, revealing her bare, virgin cunt. My cock throbbed at the sight of her, and I bit back a groan of desire. I hadn’t even realized I’d moved into the room until I felt my shins press against the side of the mattress.

Standing at the foot of her bed, I gazed longingly at her folds, picturing my cock between her legs and driving in deep. Stroking up and down my shaft’s hard, velvet length, I watched her breasts move as she breathed. This can be enough, I told myself. You can get off without ever touching her. But I knew it was a lie. I’d only ever want more. Gripping myself harder, I moaned softly as she writhed in her sleep. I pictured her moving like that beneath me and came with a muffled groan, catching my seed in my hand.

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I touched myself almost every night after that, getting off on my daughter’s sleeping form. But it wasn’t enough–I wanted more. No, I needed more. Needed to feel, to touch, to hold. Every night, my hands itched to move closer, the lust becoming blinding. Days turned to weeks, and weeks into a month. I didn’t know how much longer I could go before I crossed that line…

It didn’t take long.

Late one night, while her mother was away at a conference, I woke to the sound of the door slamming shut. Amy had gone out with her friends, and I must’ve dozed off while waiting for her. As she stumbled past the living room, I glanced at the clock and frowned. It was nearly one in the morning.

“Amy.” She froze at the sound of my voice, turning guiltily to face me. “You’re late. It’s way past curfew.”

She bit her lip, worrying it between her teeth. “I know, daddy, I’m sorry,” she mumbled. From the sound of her voice, I could tell that she’d been drinking.

Sighing, I rubbed my hand over my face and motioned for her to join me on the couch. “Have you been drinking, sweetheart?”

She flushed. “No, daddy.”

“Don’t lie to me, Amy.” I watched as she fidgeted in response, her fingers toying with the hem of her skirt. It was so short that I caught a flash of her pink panties as she sank into the cushion beside me.

“Just a little,” Amy admitted. “Not much, I promise.”

“It’s not legal to drink at your age, honey. You could get into a lot of trouble,” I reminded her. “This isn’t like you. What’s going on?”

“I just–I just don’t want to go to college not having tried anything!”

“Next time, you tell me that. I’d rather you drink here with me so that you can learn your limits.”

“Limits?” she asked, confused.

“Alcohol can lower your inhibitions–make it easy for people to take advantage of you,” I explained gently. “That’s why I’d rather you ask me first. So, if you want to drink, let’s drink.”

Amy nodded hesitantly, and I took her hand, leading her into the kitchen. We spent the next hour or so taking shots of every liquor we had stored in the house. As we drank, Amy made a list on her phone of everything she liked and disliked, her spelling growing increasingly atrocious with ever addition.

“Sweetheart,” I slurred, “what else did you mean when you said you ‘didn’t want to go to college not having tried anything’?”

Amy, who was now sitting atop the counter, downed her drink before answering. “I think alcohol…and boys,” she answered finally.

“Oh?” I didn’t say anything else, waiting for her to go on.

Amy made a face. “You sent me to an all-girls school, remember? I don’t have any experience with boys. I’ve never done…you know, things.” She trailed off, unwilling to meet my gaze.

“But you want to.” A statement, this time, not a question.

“Yes,” she whispered, cheeks reddening in embarrassment.

I shrugged. “No need to be shy, princess. This is all very natural. Tell me what you want.”

“I–I don’t know what I want,” Amy stuttered. “I just know that I want. I get this feeling…you know? Kind of like something’s winding up inside me, except it has nowhere to go. And I don’t know how to make it go away, either.”

“Do you have that feeling now?” I asked, trying to keep my voice level.

“Yes,” she breathed, pupil dilating. “Do you know what it means?”

I moved closer, stepping Kıbrıs Escort between her legs. “It means you want a man to make you feel good.” At those words, Amy’s chest began to rise and fall rapidly, her nipples hardening against a top that was more bra than shirt.

“Feel…good?”

“Better than you’ve ever felt before,” I promised, bracing an arm on either side of her. “But boys can’t really give you that, Amy. Only a man. Someone older. Wiser. Someone…experienced.”

Her eyes were glassy, glazed with arousal as she stared up at me. “How do they do that?”

“Let me show you.”

Placing my hands on her waist, I pulled her to the edge of the counter. Her skirt had ridden up around her hips, exposing a lacy pink thong, which I fit against my erection.

Amy gasped. “Daddy! I don’t know if this is allowed!” She tried to wriggle free, the motion causing her clit to rub against the clothed head of my cock. Amy moaned, hips reflexively rolling as she sought to recreate the friction.

“Shhh,” I whispered, “nothing that feels this good can be bad, right? It can be our little secret.”

“But I’m your daughter–“

I cut her off, placing a finger to her lips. “You said you wanted to learn, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” she whimpered. “But–“

“No one else will be able to teach you, angel. Not like I can.” I moved against her, causing her to squeal and grip my shoulders. “Besides, we aren’t even touching now, are we?”

As much as my body protested, I knew that I had to move slowly. That she had to be introduced incrementally–to the idea of me, to this, to us. Deliberately, I angled myself so that I slid over her clit with every thrust. Crying out, Amy rocked into me, her arousal dampening the front of her panties. Cupping her ass, I brought us even closer together, grinding down into her until she came screaming in my arms. Spent, she nodded off as I carried her to bed.

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The next morning, I pretended as though nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. I knew that with the day would come doubt and uncertainty, likely undoing much of the progress I’d made the night before. It was nearly noon before Amy joined me in the kitchen for breakfast. She said little, sneaking glances at me when she thought my attention was diverted. She looked unfocused and a bit flustered, as though recalling last night’s events. While I didn’t want to spook her, I knew that our time alone was limited. My wife would be back from the conference tomorrow, and I had to make use of her absence.

Over the next few hours, I re-acquainted Amy with my touch. I kept my caresses innocent at first, my fingers grazing along her arms, her legs, her back. She startled at first, nervous, but soon relaxed into them. As time passed, my hands began to wander, resting high on her thigh while she sat beside me, or lingering on the curve of her ass when we hugged. Briefly, while pretending to reach for a glass, I’d even ground my erection into her from behind. With every encounter, I could hear her heart beating faster. But she never tried to pull away. A few times she even leaned into the embraces, little sighs falling from her lips.

It was late afternoon by the time I decided to move forward with the next stage of my plan. Calling for Amy to join me in the living room, I queued up some adult videos on television. Each featured an older man with a younger girl who called him “daddy.” I wanted Amy to see it, to normalize it for her in some way. Moments later, my daughter entered the room, stopping short when she caught sight of the screen.

“What’s this, daddy?” she asked, coming to sit beside me. Evidently on her way to the pool, she wore nothing but that damn white bikini.

Wrapping an arm around her waist, I settled us back into the cushions and pressed play. “You asked me how a man can make you feel good. These are some of the ways.”

Her gaze widened as the sound of sex filled the room. She never took her eyes off the TV and mine never left her. I watched as her nipples hardened beneath her swimsuit, tracked her fingers as they inched their way closer to the apex of her thighs. Only two videos in, and her bikini bottoms were soaked and clinging to her. I moved a hand upwards to cup her breasts, my cock throbbing as she moaned in response.

Dipping my head, I brought my lips to her ear. “Do you like how that daddy is making his little girl feel?” I murmured. Amy gasped, nodding frantically. “Do you want me to make you feel like that, sweetheart?” Overwhelmed by arousal, she nodded again.

Wasting no time, I undid the knot holding her top together so that the strings trailed down her shoulders. Her head fell back as I lowered my mouth to her throat, flicking my tongue over her racing pulse. Panting, Amy fisted her hands in my hair, arching into my touch as I laid her back on the couch.

Wanting to savor the moment, I sat back, hooking my fingers into the sides of her bikini bottoms as I pulled them slowly down her legs. Amy shivered beneath me, goosebumps springing up to follow my touch. Already hard, my cock strained at my zipper. It throbbed at the sight of my daughter laid completely bare before me. Gently, I bent her knees and pushed them apart, revealing her pretty pink pussy.

We looked and we looked for a suitable candidate. There were too many people we knew already who fell into one of two categories: In a happy relationship and not interested in anything else; or singles on the prowl looking for a spouse or long-term lover. We needed someone who wouldn’t be satisfied with a one-night stand, who wanted to be a part of our family and who maybe already had children close to our kid’s age. A family person. Employees and clients were out.

A whole month went by without even approaching anyone, mostly because we weren’t sure how to do that. A man doesn’t just walk up to a woman and say something like, “Would you like to fuck me and my wife.” We started reading everything we could get our hands on, both fiction and non-fiction.

Near the middle of June, my mom, who was still teaching in a school about two hundred miles away, called me. She didn’t know how to email and didn’t want to learn. She didn’t even have a cell phone yet, which meant she always called from her landline. I purchased and installed an answering machine because she was so busy, that I seldom found her home.

“Mary told me Charlotte’s in trouble. Her husband beats her and sometimes the kids. Can you help?”

“I’ll see what I can do. Give me her info and I’ll call her. I need to talk with Anne first.”

I’m still not sure why mom called me. Char had four other siblings in that area. Sometimes I think my mom saw things no one else did. As a teacher, the kids often said he had eyes in the back of her head. That came from knowing the children and having taught for so long. I knew we’d never talk about the subject but the more I thought about it, the more I knew that deep down Char and I loved each other.

Even though the experts don’t recommend discussing such deep subjects after sex, we always found that is the best time. After we made wild passionate love that night, I told her about my mom’s phone call. Then I told her about my experience with Charlotte at the funeral.

“You perv,” she said as she hit me on the chest. I often pretended to flinch when she did that, but tonight it hurt enough I did say ouch.

“Let me ask one question. If there hadn’t been so many people around, would you have screwed her that day given the opportunity?”

“Truthfully, I don’t know. If she wasn’t my cousin, certainly. Even though she is, I might have.”

There is a certain look, tone of voice and posture Anne uses when she’s at her most vulnerable and needy, usually when we’re naked in bed, stripped of our daily veneers and pretenses. She plants her left nipple right on top of mine so we’re as close as we can be, having a pure heart-to-heart talk. This is us in the raw, where we’re both fully submitted and committed to each other. Nothing rests between us but skin, fat, muscle and bone. And maybe a few hairs on my chest.

“That would work for you, but not for me,” I said. After a long pause, she responded.

“I’m sure you’re having trouble figuring how why I want another woman rather than another man. Please follow what I’m saying here. Sometimes I goof around when you ask me why I love you. This is the deep reason.

“When I get all upset and agitated, I know I can come to you. Even the first time we sat together in class, I felt safe. I don’t usually allow men to touch me as I did at the creek that day. Don’t read too much into this, but maybe it’s because you’re a lot like my dad. That’s what my therapist told me once.

“I know you’ll wrap me up in your arms and hold me safe until everything’s okay. Sometimes, you’re almost too much for me. You’re so good to me, I want to share and that doesn’t go well with another man in the picture. I love you and trust that you won’t leave me behind. I don’t want to make love with another woman as much as I want to share all of your strength and love. I look around at the single women in our gym and I ask myself why they can’t find a man as good as you. I finally decided it is because there are few men out there as good and as strong as you.”

Her eyes filled with tears as she talked and mine got wet too.

“That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“I’ll say it again and again if you want.”

“And the fact Charlotte is my cousin?”

“We’ll play the situation by ear. If it happens, it happens. We won’t push too hard. With modern birth control, there shouldn’t be a problem.”

Stop for a few seconds and think back to our early days. This highly jealous woman who hated when I looked at another woman had turned into a wife who wanted to invite another woman into our bedroom. We got to this point only by talking honestly to each other. She later admitted she’d rather have me be with another woman whom she approved rather than get seduced by the many women who lusted after me, so there was an ulterior motive involved. Like many women, Anne liked to have the last word.

The following morning, we worked out a plan to get her here. During the day, I called and left a voicemail. Magosa Escort Several hours later, she called back.

“I do need help. Mostly, I need to put distance between us. Charles is in jail for assaulting me right now. I’ve got a restraining order on him, but those are worthless. Cops can’t watch me twenty-four-seven. I’m more concerned he’ll take out his frustration on the kids.” She had two, ages twelve and ten, almost twice the age of our two.

“We’ve certainly got plenty of room. You’re welcome to stay with us as long as you want.”

“The sooner the better.”

“Okay, we’ll be there within three days, probably less than that. “

My sister was having problems with her first pregnancy and in her relationship with her husband. As often happens, the husband wants the kid until the wife gets pregnant, then he feels threatened because he’s not the center of attention. About six months on, he started cheating on her. Connie, my sister, was staying with our mom right now, which was the best place for her.

We left that night in our SUV. Both Anne and I are capable of napping for fifteen minutes to a half hour, especially in the car. We traded off every two hours and made the seventeen-hour drive by noon the second day. Across Montana, we often drove at ninety because that’s how fast the traffic went. She’d told me the address where she was staying.

When I first saw her, I almost cried. My beautiful Charlotte looked like shit, which I wisely didn’t say. Her right arm was in a cast and a sling. Her lips had been split open in three places. Charles, her husband, blacked both her eyes this past week. She had to be fifty pounds overweight and certainly malnourished at the same time. Everything she and her kids had worth taking fit in a ten-foot U-Haul.

Anne decided she’d drive the kids while I carried Char with me in the truck which gave us time to talk. We towed her car behind us on a small trailer. Char had a friend haul everything else to the landfill or donate it to charity. Her self-esteem was in bad shape, so we worked on that. From personal knowledge, Anne knew how to boost that. Sometimes Anne and I switched which vehicle we drove which gave them time to talk.

The top speed for a U-Haul is supposedly fifty-five and the truck had a governor that kicked in at sixty-two. We didn’t try to push the drive, taking two nights with long overnight stays for rest. Anne and I took one room while Charlotte and her kids took the second. Both had two beds. She and the kids had never seen Yellowstone or the Grant Tetons, so we took the long route.

During our first day together, I asked her. “That day in the garage. Did you say, ‘I love you?'” A glance showed her face was white and slowly turned red.”

“Yes,” she said in a low voice. “Stupid wasn’t it, being cousins and everything. You just do something for me that no one else ever has. That’s why I asked for you. We’ve got unfinished business.”

That was the end of our conversation about that subject because she refused to talk about things like that again. But she talked to Anne.

“Char told me about what you asked her. I followed up because she wanted to make sure I didn’t mind. I asked her if you hadn’t had so many other people around and if she would have screwed you. Not quite in those words, but that was the point. She said yes, right away. No hesitation. I think she needs a man like you.

“She had two children fifteen months apart before she had her tubes tied. That’s what’s pissing him off. He wants total control over her.” All I thought was “ouch.” Even after the doctor gave her clearance to have sex again, Anne remained tender after birth for a long time.

We both wanted more kids too, but after Anne’s problems with the first two, we decided to tie off her tubes too. That meant I didn’t need to use condoms if she proved clean. Provided we had sex. No givens, no expectations.

We continued to play it by ear with most of the work done by Anne. We put her on our company’s payroll as a janitor and used her mostly in our house, so she got our medical and retirement benefits. That helped tremendously because we didn’t need to pay for the cleaning and childcare at cost plus the provider profits. Plus, Char learned to cook from my grandma who made great food. We made sure everything healed properly. Anne’s people designed a decent diet and exercise program for her.

As we worked together, she told us some of the things he did, including fucking her ass without lube, using a wooden bat to fuck her pussy and her ass, and how he used to beat her in locations not easily seen.

“I’m good at cleaning things,” she said. “I’ve got a two-year degree in nursing, but the license lapsed.” We let her take over our childcare program after she healed.

Four months later, Charles got released because of prison overcrowding, so one of us always went to pick up the kids or drop them off at school. Took us longer to get to Kıbrıs Escort where our car was parked than to drive to the school.

We planned to put bunk beds in one of the extra apartments and let James, the boy, sleep on the couch in the apartment. Our kids said we didn’t need to. We had worried that the age difference might create problems, instead, it made life easier because there was no competition among them. Sarah slept on a bunk bed in Shannon’s bedroom and James slept on a bunk bed in Doug’s room. Our children adopted her kids like brothers and sisters. That still left us an open bedroom for visitors.

Both of us are high-level belts in Taekwondo. When the owner of the studio near us decided to retire, we used some of our money in exchange for part ownership to allow a Korean man to purchase the building and business. He reminded us of Mr. Miyagi in the old Karate Kid movies. A different strain of martial arts, but still based on discipline and control. Doing Taekwondo helped Anne learn to exercise better self-control.

I showed the kids how to escape when held hostage just in case, giving them certain code words for them to act in certain ways.

I hadn’t realized this twelve years ago, but Mary, Charlotte’s mother, was about one-eighth Vietnamese which became more obvious in Charlotte as she grew older. Since she retained her married name, we never told anyone she was my cousin except my mom and my sister who already knew. None of my other relatives ever visited. After I grew a beard to subdue the long German nose and jutting chin, we didn’t look anything alike.

Around the six-month mark, Charles showed up at school. He’d already grabbed Sarah when I got there, holding her with a knife to her throat. James had scampered to safety.

I stopped my car right in the bus zone because no one was moving anyway. As I walked slowly toward Charles someone shouted, “Cops already called.” Sirens in the distance confirmed that. I started saying normal things like “you don’t want to hurt your daughter,” and “let’s settle this peacefully.” I kept moving so slowly he didn’t know I was moving.

“Sarah, remember when we talked about how to trim roses? Now’s the time.” She stomped her angled heel on her father’s foot which forced him to let go, but he still held onto the knife. She dropped to the ground and rolled to his right side which would require an awkward turn to reach her. Before he recovered, I kicked him in the balls, which made him drop the knife. I had him on the sidewalk, face down when the cops appeared.

As per usual practice, they put both of us in handcuffs. We were fortunate because both cops who primarily answered the call worked out in our gym, plus the assistant district attorney assigned to the case did too. Charles was wanted on multiple assault warrants in North Dakota, so they shipped him off within two days. The feds got into the act and took over because it was an attempted kidnapping. He got sentenced to federal prison for ten years.

I refused all comments and let our lawyer handle everything. A few people shot videos on their phones, but the feds took that.

That night, Char wanted a back rub, appearing in our bedroom with nothing on but a robe. She’d already lost half of her forty-five pounds of excess weight and toned up considerably.

“Anne says you’re a miracle worker with your hands. I got so tense when you told me what happened today, that I can’t sleep.”

She lay out on the bed before she pulled her thick robe down to her lower back. Using lotion, I began working from the side of her lower back, pressing the muscles with long strokes as I figured out the kinks, going back to work on them periodically.

Without prompting, she pushed the robe off in complete surrender. Anne and I had talked about this moment incessantly. From her spot near the door, she walked over to stroke Char’s ass cheeks. Her hands trembled with excitement. She pushed the cheeks apart with her hands, tracing the seam with her fingers.

“I’m turning over,” Char said unexpectedly.

Both of us stood there in awe, my wife more than me. For the first time, Anne was looking at another woman naked, ready for sex. Her smell enticed Anne as all pretexts disappeared. Anne lowered her face for the first time in another woman’s sex, drawing large breaths, licking lustily at her pussy.

“Is this okay for Anne to make love to you?” I said.

“Oh, yes. I’ve never done this before, but I’ve wanted that for so long.”

“I hoped you’d say that,” Anne said. My heart pounded as I watched them, my cock so hard it hurt. She slurped as she worked up and down with Char’s hips rocking in return.

To her breasts I went, licking and sucking on one while I thumbed the other, moving back and forth, as we built up her excitement. I loved seeing my wife give someone else pleasure as Char rolled her hips against my wife’s face. I loved seeing Char writhe in pleasure, not in pain.

I Lefkoşa Escort leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Cum for us, sweetheart. Be a good girl and cum for us.”

The signs multiplied as her right hand pushed Anne’s head into her pussy harder while her left clenched the duvet to relieve the tension. She lay there raw and exposed as never before as the last barrier fell with a shriek before she stilled.

“I’m ready to get fucked like I wanted us to do years ago,” Char breathed as she lay there satiated with her eyes closed. “Just go slow.”

Anne laid down next to my cousin, kissing her lips, her face and down to her breasts as I fisted my cock, running it up and down between her lower lips, a double attack.

“In, damn you, inside me. Now,” Char demanded. I worked slowly inside.

“You’re so tight, girl,” I said. “Feels so good.”

I worked slowly until I felt her walls loosening before I picked up speed. Char wasn’t all that much taller than Anne but was much bigger inside her pussy. I set up a steady rhythm which I’ve learned is the key to elongated sex. Women generally don’t cum as fast as men. They move upward in stages. Mostly I loved watching my wife work on Char’s breasts because she seemed happy and contented like no worries existed.

The needs building inside me continued to grow as I worked on her insides with my shaft. Anne reached down to feel me pumping in and out, lingering on Char’s clit from time to time.

My speed increased, and my thrusts sank harder and deeper. Char wrapped her legs around my hips to keep me inside longer. I started to lose control as the thrusts got erratic.

“Grwwl,” I said with one last thump of my hips hitting her ass cheeks we all came before we collapsed in a heap.

We didn’t have sex often, probably once a week. “You guys need your alone time. I’m sure it’s tough to find time with your busy schedules,” she said.”

She shied away from anal, which was fine. During this time, she did the work to get registered as a nurse in our state and the state across the river, joining a temp nursing agency. From time to time, she talked about her moving out on her own, but then she needed her cousin and his wife too much.

About a year after we first made love, she came home from a shift one day completely beaming.

“I got asked out on a date today and I said yes,” she said. We showered her with questions as soon as we could.

“I’ve been working at a care center this week. One of my favorite older women had a grandson visiting her.”

From the look on her face, I could tell this guy was special. “Anne, the guy was Gage from the HVAC company who sometimes works here.” I had seen him among the crew who built our house a few times but never talked with him. Anne had. Her eyes lit up and that glowing smile crossed her face.

“You’ve got my approval. Might try a lunch or coffee date first,” Anne said. “Less commitment to start.”

There is a coffee shop a few blocks from our gym. She set up a coffee date in the morning a week later. We “managed” to be in the place. I preferred colder drinks, but they had a line of juices too.

We all approved. Except he was much better looking, Gage and I could almost be body twins. I kidded Char about that a few times to which she responded either by blowing me a raspberry or flipping me the bird. I laughed because I felt good that she got her old sass back.

Char laid out her history, except that we were cousins. Gage didn’t flinch, she said, although he was prone to say things unexpectedly out of the blue.

“He’s so good. He reminds me of you,” she told me one day as we fixed a BBQ to which he was invited later. All four kids liked him too and he liked them back.

We agreed. Gage was a great guy, two years older than Char and still single. At this point, the years meant nothing. After the BBQ, we sat in a semi-circle on chairs in our backyard, just shooting the BS, and getting to know each other better.

“I wondered the other day,” Gage said, “whether it bothers you and Charlotte that you’re cousins and have sex?”

The only sounds came from the crickets and the birds in the nearby trees. I managed to start breathing while waiting until he continued.

“Let me tell you a story. I’m adopted. My parents both died when I was two and I was adopted out by a family in another state. Because of that, I’ve always had a keen interest in genealogy. When I started hanging out with Char, I did all your genealogy. I brought a copy for you tonight.

“One thing I discovered is that one spring when I was in college, I fell hard for this woman I met at the beach. We fucked our brains out that week. When I started doing genealogy, I discovered she is my sister.

“I finally got the courage to go see her last winter when I took my vacation to Southern California. Like me, she’s interested in genealogy, so she’d realized we were siblings. Both sets of adoptive parents didn’t recognize that we were related and still didn’t know. She’s married now so we didn’t screw again. But we both said we would if the time came right.

“For that reason, I don’t object to what you guys do. I’m hoping my relationship with Char turns into something more. If it does, you guys can continue for all I care.”

Hi readers,

I’ve been posting quite a few stories recently. For the most part, they were stories I had started then my mind went blank on which direction I wanted them to go. This is another one. Nothing really off the wall in this one other than incest, and no one is being actually forced.

In a recent story I posted, I described a young man driving from Texas to Michigan – I was surprised at how many messages I got telling me I mislabeled the roads (there is a highway 75 that runs through Texas btw). Folks, I write erotic stories – not road atlases. There are parts of this story that refer to the Army and Information Technology. I was Air Force, so I don’t necessarily know how the Army does things. The IT stuff is way out of my area of expertise, so I suspect I made some errors there too. Don’t shoot me over it.

I hope you enjoy this. Don’t forget to rate it. I do enjoy your comments.

The next one is called ‘Yachting with My Sister’ – I think it will be a two or three part post.

Everyone in this story is at least 18.

Forced Love

Jeff Combs was twenty-one and at home for Christmas break during his senior year in college. He was studying information technology. He was a good-looking guy, but more interested in his studies than females. He seldom dated.

It was December 23rd, about eleven pm, when there was a knock on his bedroom door.

“It’s open,” he said, laying his textbook aside and sitting up in his bed.

The door opened and his sister, Lori, stepped in. She wore her long white fuzzy polyester robe that she referred to as her Teddy Bear robe. Her long red hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Lori was eighteen, a senior in High School, and a knockout, by anyone’s standards.

“Whatcha doin’?” she asked.

“Reading. What are you doing?”

“I’m up to no good,” she replied, grinning.

“My sweet, innocent, little sister? Gimme a break. You’re the family angel.”

“I’m not as angelic as you might think.”

“To mom and dad, you are. They think you can walk on water without getting your feet wet.”

She grinned and walked to him, then pushed him back onto the bed, smiling. “You can fool some of the people…,” she said, dropping her robe to the floor and straddling him. Lori was nude.

“Shit! Lori, get up. This isn’t funny. What if mom or dad walked in here right now?”

At that moment, the bedroom door opened, and their mother was standing in the doorway. The expression on her face was right out of a horror movie.

“Lori, go to your room. Jeffrey, meet me in the den in five minutes,” she snapped, then turned and walked away.

“Fuck, I’m in for it now,” Jeff mumbled.

Lori grabbed her robe and put it on, then quickly left the room. Jeff got up and pulled on a pair of sweatpants over the shorts he was wearing. He sat on the side of his bed and buried his face in his hands.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he sighed. Then after a moment, walked downstairs to the den.

He didn’t sit. In his father’s den, the dictator’s lair, as he thought of it, you only sat when instructed to do so. He stood just inside the door with his hands clasped in front of him, his head down, looking at the floor. He knew that even though he personally hadn’t done anything wrong, there was going to be hell to pay. His parents walked in a moment later.

His father, Arthur Combs III, walked behind his desk and sat. His mother, Ellen, stepped over and stood beside her husband.

“Look at me, you piece of shit,” his father barked.

Jeff looked up at him. His father sat with his hands in front of him with his fingertips touching, as he always did. It was his holier than thou posture. His father’s face was beet red. It was usually that color when they faced one another. Their relationship had been strained for many years.

“Don’t say a damned word. I don’t want to hear anything you have to say. This is the straw that broke the camel’s back. You’re a goddam pervert. Pack your shit. I want you out of this house in one hour. You’re no longer my son. Don’t ever come back here. Your mother and I want nothing more to do with you. Is that understood?”

Jeff looked at his mother. She was nodding her agreement.

“Yes, sir,” Jeff replied, then turned quietly and left the room.

He returned to his bedroom and dressed, then began packing his things. Taking one last look around the room, he picked up his suitcase and backpack, then headed downstairs. His parents stood in the living room. He didn’t look at them. As he opened the front door, his father spoke again.

“You’re dead to us. Don’t come back here.”

Jeff walked out the front door. His father slammed it shut behind him. He got in his car and drove back to campus.

He had gotten a full-ride academic scholarship, so finishing school wouldn’t be a problem. He had a part time job that covered his other expenses. His father had refused to help him financially since he had chosen not to pursue a business degree. Joining his father’s company and continuing under his thumb was the last thing he wanted. His mother never voiced an opinion in his dealings Kıbrıs Escort with his father, she just nodded and went along with whatever he said.

He wouldn’t miss either of them. His sister was another story. He loved her. What had happened in his room had surprised him. He and Lori had always been close but only as brother and sister. Nothing sexual had ever taken place between them. He also knew that his father would forbid Lori from contacting him, and that she would comply. Neither Lori nor his mother would dare to sidestep an order from the dictator.

Jeff drove back to the University, stopping twice for coffee during the four-hour drive. He set his things on the floor then quickly fell asleep on his bed.

He awoke to the sound of automatic weapon fire.

“Jesus, can you put on your headset?”

“Fuck you. You aren’t even supposed to be here,” his roommate, Dean, replied.

“Well, I am here. Put on the headset. Kill whatever you’re killing at quietly.”

Dean muted the computer and turned to him. “Why are you here?”

“My old man threw me out.”

“Want me to go beat his ass for you?” Dean asked.

Jeff chuckled. “No, but thanks for the offer.”

“Let me know if you change your mind.”

“I think I’m good.”

“So, what happened? Did he catch you fucking your mom, or something?”

“Or something.”

“What, for Christ’s sake?”

“Let’s just say it was an issue regarding my sister.”

“He caught you fucking your sister?” Dean asked, wide eyed.

“I wasn’t fucking anyone. Drop it. Will ya?”

“Fine. Must have been something big. I mean, it is Christmas and all.”

Jeff sat up. “Tell me about the deal you have with the Army.”

“They’re paying for my last two years of school. When I graduate, I become an Army officer and do four years active duty. Why?”

“What are you going to do in the Army?”

“IT, what else would I do?”

“Shoot automatic weapons like you do now,” Jeff replied.

“Oh, hell no! Those fuckers use real bullets. On Fortnite, it’s all pretend. I have no desire to get shot at by real people.”

“Any idea who I could talk to about signing up?”

“You? The rich, whiz kid of the IT program?”

“I’m not rich. That’s my ex-old man.”

“There’s a business card for the recruiter on the student union bulletin board. They’re probably off until after Christmas.”

“Okay, thanks.”

“Are you really considering it?”

“Things have changed. It’s an option, I guess.”

“Go for it. Maybe we can be roomies in the Army.”

“And wake up every morning to your freakin’ gunfire? No thanks. I’ll pass.”

“Your loss. I’m a hell of a roomie.”

“Yeah, other than Fortnite, I have no complaints,” Jeff replied.

He meant what he had said. Dean was a good friend and roommate. They had shared a room since their freshman year. Dean partied more than Jeff did, occasionally brought a girl home for the night, but they got along well.

Dean left a short time later to spend the holidays with family. Jeff spent Christmas alone. The campus was pretty well deserted.

On Monday, the 27th, Jeff visited the recruiter’s office. After talking for about an hour with the recruiter, he had a physical scheduled on Wednesday, and signed his life away for the next four years the following day.

The next few months passed quietly. Over spring break, while everyone else was away partying, Jeff and Dean spent a week with the Army learning to climb over and crawl under obstacles while being yelled at. He actually enjoyed it.

Graduation came in early June, and the following day, he and Dean left for Fort Benning, Georgia for Officer Candidate School. He had heard nothing from his family but did follow his sister on social media. He never reached out to her knowing that if their father found out she would be in the doghouse.

OCS lasted twelve weeks, then he and Dean were sent to Fort Gordon, where they spent the next eight months learning how the Army gathers and uses computer technology for war. Following that, it was back to Bliss for ten weeks of combat training. That was followed by Airborne training, jump school, for another three weeks. Jeff excelled at everything. One week before completion of training they received their first assignments. Dean would be going to Fort Hood, in Texas, with an armored division. Jeff was assigned to the 101st Airborne at Fort Campbell, Kentucky.

During the next three years of active duty, he was deployed three times to combat arenas for six months tours. He saw minimal actual combat and was primarily involved in gathering information about enemy locations, strength, movement, and their communications. Jeff was informed that Dean had been killed when a rocket struck the vehicle he was in.

A few months before his commitment was up, Jeff was recruited by a company that provided surveillance for the federal government. He worked with them for five years before starting his own company, continuing surveillance for private corporations. His company was very successful, and soon, Jeff had a healthy bank account.

Although Lefkoşa Escort he had plenty of money, he lived a simple, quiet life. He had a nice apartment in a high rise in Tampa, Florida, and drove a pickup truck. He dated occasionally, but never had been in a committed relationship with anyone. For the most part, he was a loner.

Jeff kept up with what was going on with his family from afar. His father had turned over his company to his sister a few years after her graduation from Harvard business school. His father was now in his second term in the US House of Representatives. He represented the people of Indiana. Jeff chucked at the thought of his father representing anything but himself. His mother, as she always had been, was by his side. More likely, in his shadow. He didn’t bother them, and they didn’t bother him.

When he walked into his office after lunch one day, his secretary handed him a note.

“She asked you to call today,” Cynthia told him.

He looked at the note. All it had was a date, time, and phone number.

“Who is it?”

“She said she’s your sister. She wanted your cell number, but since you don’t have a sister, I didn’t give it to her,” Cynthia replied.

“Actually, I do have a sister. I doubt she’d call. I haven’t spoken to her in twenty years. Did she leave a name?”

“No, just a phone number.”

“Can you check the number and find out where it’s from?” he asked.

“Already done. It’s a land line. Combs, Inc., in Indianapolis,” she replied, smiling, knowing she was a step ahead of him.

“That’s probably her then.”

“Just out of curiosity, are you related to Arthur Combs?”

“Why?”

“He announced his candidacy for President this morning.”

“Oh Christ,” he replied, exasperatedly.

“So, you are related?”

“He’s my father. You tell no one, understood?”

“My lips are sealed, boss.”

“Cindy, I’m serious. He disowned me twenty years ago. I want no one to know we’re related.”

“It’s our secret. Are you going to call your sister?”

“Yeah, in a little while.”

“Cool beans,” she replied.

“What?”

“Cool beans. Like that’s good.”

He smiled. “Never heard that before. Is that a thing?”

“Cheech and Chong from the seventies.”

“Before my time then?”

“Probably, but it was before mine too. I heard it in a movie last night. Anything else, boss?”

“No, thanks. Keep our secret, please?” he asked.

She smiled and left his office. Jeff sat at his desk and looked at the note. He was tempted to toss it in the trash. ‘Why, after twenty years, would Lori call?’ he wondered. Then it occurred to him. If his father was running for President, he couldn’t have secrets that might dim his spotlight. He went from curious to pissed in a millisecond. His father had put her up to making the call. He stewed over it for the next several minutes, then picked up his cell phone. He began entering the number then stopped. Changing to settings, he turned off caller ID, then finished dialing. It was answered on the first ring.

“Combs Incorporated, this is Miriam, how may I be of assistance,” a sweet, but professional voice said.

“I’m returning a call from Lori. This is Jeff.”

“Sir, she’s in a meeting. If you’ll give me your name and direct number, I’ll let her know you called.”

It pissed him off. “No, don’t bother.” Jeff ended the call and walked to Cindy’s desk. “If my sister calls again tell her I’m in a meeting. Have her leave her cell number.”

“Yes, sir. Boss, take a walk, kick the trash can, do something before you blow a fuse.”

He took a deep breath, then smiled at her. “Thanks, Cindy. I’m good.”

Cindy could read him like a book. He knew it and appreciated how she looked after him. He went back into his office and stood looking out the window as he continued blowing off more steam with each deep breath.

Cindy came in about fifteen minutes later and handed him a note.

“It’s her cell. She said you can call anytime, 24/7.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. Boss, I don’t know what the issue is, but I can tell it troubles you. Stay calm, cool, and collected. You can handle this,” she told him.

“Yes, ma’am,” Jeff replied, smiling at her.

Cindy returned the smile and left the room. Jeff continued to look out the window for about another ten minutes before picking up his phone. He entered the number then took another breath before actually placing the call.

“This is Lori,” she answered.

He recognized her voice. Just hearing it brought a tear to his eye.

“This is Jeff,” he said, very matter of factly.

“Oh, Jeff. It’s so good to hear your voice.” He could hear a staccato in her speech, as if she were about to cry.

“You too. What’s up?” He was pure business.

“I’ve missed you,” she said.

“So, did Mr. Combs, the third, put you up to calling?”

“No, he didn’t. Jeff, please don’t be pissed at me. I didn’t run you off. He did. I tried to tell him what happened. He wouldn’t listen to me.” She was crying now.

“Lori, I’m sorry. I’m not pissed at Girne Escort you. It’s just been a very long time.”

“Jeff, I’m going to be in Tampa on Saturday. I’d like to see you.”

“Why now?”

“Because you’re my brother and I love you. I may not have done anything to show it, but I do love you.”

“Where will you be staying?” he asked.

“Marriott at the Airport. My plane arrives at three. Give me an hour to check in. Any time after that. If you’ll give me your cell number, I’ll text you my room.”

“I’ll give you the number if you swear not to give it out. I don’t want the Combs to have it.”

“I swear. I’ll even put it under a fake name in my phone.”

Hesitantly, he gave her the number. Jeff loved his sister, but after forty years of being under their father’s oppressive thumb, he didn’t feel he could trust her. He could always get his number changed if needed.

“Jeff, I need to get back into a meeting. I’ve got about a dozen execs waiting on me.”

“No problem. That comes with being the CEO of a big company. I’ll see you Saturday.”

“I love you, Jeff.”

“Uh, you too, Lori.”

He ended the call and felt bad about not really returning his sister’s sentiment. He thought about it for a moment and realized he hadn’t said I love you to anyone in twenty years. Lori was the first, in that time, to say it to him. At forty-two, nearly half his life, there had been no love. ‘Sad,’ he thought. Jeff wondered if he was even capable of loving and being loved.

He walked to Cindy’s desk. “What’s my schedule like this afternoon?”

“Nothing pressing until tomorrow at ten.”

“I think I’m going to take the afternoon off.”

“Will wonders never cease?” she said, smiling.

“Gimme a break. I take time off,” he said, seriously.

“I must have you confused with another Jeff Combs. The one I know hasn’t taken an afternoon off in…let’s see,” she said, flipping through the calendar on her desk. “…January seventeenth. Five months ago.”

“No. That can’t be right.”

“Boss, I’m looking at your schedule. I’m a meticulous record keeper,” she replied, grinning.

“Cindy, do people like me?”

“Your employees and clients do. Since you don’t appear to have a life outside of business, I can’t tell you any more than that.”

“I have a social life.”

“Really?” she asked, furrowing her brow.

“Yes, really.”

“Business lunches and dinners aren’t social life.”

“That’s not all I do?”

“I’m all ears,” she said.

“Well, I….”

“Yes?”

“Oh, never mind.” He started to walk back to his office and stopped, turning to her. She was still smiling. “Am I a people person?”

“I may be stepping over some line here, but you’re a very nice businessman. You open doors, hold elevators, say thank you. But when it comes down to the nitty gritty, you’re a businessman. I’ve been your secretary for seven years and today was the first I ever heard of you having any family. You don’t know a thing about your employees other than how well they do their jobs. Don’t get me wrong. We all like working with you, but we don’t know you and you don’t know us.”

“I’ll grant you, I’m private. But I do know about my staff.”

“Think so, huh? Am I married?”

“Yes. To Rick, and you have a five-year-old daughter. See there?”

“I’m divorced, for three years. My daughter is nine.”

“Oh.”

“How about, Leon, your security chief?”

“Former Navy Seal, single, no kids.”

“Married for fifteen years and has three kids. You’ve met at least two of them. Shall I continue?”

“No. You made your point.”

“Just FYI, you send birthday cards, anniversary cards, get well cards, flowers, and sympathy cards when needed.”

“I do, or you do?”

“You do, with my assistance. I’m a very efficient secretary.”

“That you are. Do I pay you well?”

“Define well,” she said, seriously.

“Let me rephrase that. Do I pay you what you deserve?”

“Just about. I could be making more elsewhere.”

“Why do you stay?”

“I’ve got a great boss who will one day recognize what an asset I am and give me a promotion and a raise.”

“Promotion to what?”

“Personal Assistant. That’s what I do anyway.”

“Yeah, I guess it is, isn’t it?” She nodded. “Let’s meet tomorrow morning and sit down to discuss the PA thing. Have numbers for me.”

“Eight o’clock, okay?”

“Is this going to be a tough negotiation?”

“Yep,” she grinned.

“Make it eight-thirty. That’ll give me time for another cup of coffee.”

“Eight-thirty tomorrow morning. It’s on the schedule. Now, go do something relaxing,” she instructed.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Jeff went back into his office, grabbed his sport coat and phone then left the office. After starting his truck, he sat there. ‘Relaxing,’ he thought. ‘What do I do that’s relaxing?’ Coming up with nothing, he drove to the gym. His workouts were always hard. He was exhausted by the time he finished. Relaxing? No, but it cleared the clutter in his mind for a while.

The negotiations with Cindy weren’t as tough as he expected. He had checked salaries in the area for people doing comparable work and saw that he was paying her fifteen thousand less than the average. She was amazing and certainly deserved to be compensated for it. She left his office with a new title and a thirty-thousand dollar raise. They were both happy with that.

All sexually active characters in this work of fiction are aged 18 years or older. This story includes consensual sexual activities between first cousins, including oral and anal sex, in a loving context.

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It was Friday night and I was trying to unwind from a long week at work. I was relaxing on the couch, pizza box on the coffee table, and sipping a pretty nice Chianti from my stash when my phone buzzed. It was a text from my cousin Kaylie.

“Hey, Max. Busy?”

“Not so much. You don’t have a date?”

“Jerk” followed by a smiley face

“I honestly wasn’t trying to be”

There was a pause. I waited a bit anxiously because Kaylie was usually a lightning-fast texter, unlike me. Finally my phone buzzed.

“I know you’re not a jerk. I’m just feeling a little bit pissy tonight”

“Well, feel free to dump your woes on me. I truly have nothing going on here besides pizza”

There was another pause. I restrained the dumb impulse to send a snarky message and waited her out. *Buzzzz*

“I wish I was there to share it. And some decent company.”

This was sounding like an invitation. I tapped the call button, and she picked up immediately.

“Hey.”

“Hey yourself. If it’s any consolation I would love to be sharing this pizza with you.”

I heard her breathing. Finally she spoke. “It was so nice when we had some time together at David’s wedding. It seems so long ago.”

I could sense the void here. I took a breath and jumped in.

“You’re right, it was really great to have some face to face conversation. Even though we talk and chat a lot I’ve missed you. There’s no one here to feed me cake or step on my toes.”

Kay’s girlish laughter pealed. “I so did not step on your toes!”

“That’s right dahling, I simply forgot how you danced so diviiinely.”

“You’re being very silly.”

“Well, hearing your voice does that to me.”

“Jerk,” she said softly. “Or are you just being a big flirt again?”

I sensed that I might have cracked the pissy mood drain open. “Maybe a little bit of both.” A thought popped into my Chianti-soothed brain. “Hey, you’re really only like two and a half hours from me, and I truly would love to see you. What if I come down for a weekend?” I knew I was taking a huge chance, but my gut was telling me to go for it. A weekend visit opened all sorts of possibilities.

“You can get away for the weekend?”

“Yeah, I’m caught up at work for a change. I’d be happy to come down, make a supreme mess in your kitchen, dazzle you with my culinary skills and dance moves.”

Kaylie laughed. She had teased me unmercifully when I tried to convince her that I actually made some pretty decent meals for myself. I would love to deliver and shut her adorable face.

“Actually next weekend would totally work. Friday night or Saturday? Should I go shopping?” She had bought in, and suddenly sounded much happier.

I contemplated how early I could sneak out of work on Friday and still have time to craft a nice dinner.

“I’ll see you at 6:00 on Friday, and if you can grab an onion and fresh mushrooms I’ll bring all of the other groceries. Oh, maybe your favorite wine.”

Another pause. I sensed she was contemplating all of the implications. Much as I was.

“Ok, it’s a date! I’ll see you Friday then. I’ll call Thursday just to make sure you don’t back out!!”

That sounded more like the Kaylie I knew back in the day, full of spirit and sass. God I had missed her.

“Ok, Kay. Make sure your eyebrows are plucked and your jeans are skinny!” I heard her giggling as I hung up.

Well, I thought, that was something. Regardless of her expectations concerning my cooking, I could definitely work with that.

Idly I scrolled through a few of our previous chats, smiling at some of the banter. Kay was quick-witted, all right, one of the things I loved about her.

Something struck me. I scrolled back a bit more. By the time I hit the third “Miss you” — “Miss you too” exchange, I felt like a supreme idiot. The thought hit me that Kay’s pissy mood could be related to me, and the unfortunate fact that I hadn’t made it down to see her at all in the months since the wedding. If that was true, I was at least going to remedy that situation — or try to, anyway.

*******

Kaylie and I had been pretty close when we were younger, especially as we developed into awkward nerdy teenagers much more comfortable with each other than with any of our classmates. We had even messed around a bit back then. By the time we were in college though we were both too busy to keep in close contact, and in different cities on top of that. Life sometimes gets in the way. That, and the fact that we were cousins.

Kay got her degree in business, naturally with honors, and promptly took a job with a marketing consultant. I majored in IT at University of Wisconsin and hooked on with a web design firm in Madison.

Kaylie remained near Chicago. I couldn’t blame her. My aunt and uncle lived in a suburb, Glen Ellyn, Lefkoşa Escort and Kay found an apartment only a couple of miles away. The distance between her and me though seemed like way more of a barrier than it should have been. I knew that a few casual boyfriends had drifted into her life, then drifted right back out. I went on dates myself, even suffered through six exclusive months with a neurotic grad student, but nothing serious had developed since. I had matured into a reasonably confident young adult, though I realized that at five foot ten I was never going to be much of a babe magnet. My communication with Kaylie was sporadic, though always affectionate. I always thought of her as a special person.

Late last summer her older brother David was getting married. Since Angelina’s parents lived in Italy, Uncle Fred and Aunt Jen hosted the reception at their sizable house and yard. I’d broken it off with the grad student a few weeks before, and replied to the invitation as a single. My parents were deceased, so I would be the only family representative. My Aunt Jen texted me two days later. “So glad you can make it! David really appreciates it.”

“I’ll skip the ceremony if that’s OK, it’s a long drive. See you at the reception.”

“That’s fine, looking forward. So is Kaylie.”

I was momentarily irritated that Kaylie had not conveyed that message herself, but realized I hadn’t exactly been very communicative of late. The text though hinted that I maybe had a shot at restoring some of our former rapport.

It was a warm September day. I wore a nice linen jacket and pressed my pants. The reception was held in a big tent in the family back yard. I hadn’t seen Kay’s family for some time so when I arrived there were smiles and hugs all around. The hug from Kaylie was an especially warm one. “It’s so great to see you again!” I congratulated David and Angie, who looked radiant.

As the afternoon wore on it gradually became apparent that Kaylie and I were acting just like we were there together. She was in a lovely semi-formal summer dress, a soft shade of blue that highlighted her dark hair and eyes. Her hair was piled elegantly on her head. Kay by now knew how to carry herself, hold up her end in conversation, and had a real charm about her, with maybe just a hint of naughtiness.

We had both matured but I still felt the comfort of our younger interactions. We chatted effortlessly about our jobs, music, favorite restaurants, even had a typically Kaylie discussion about the morality of charging people for vaccinations. She would randomly press her leg against mine and smile. I touched her forearm a few times when I talked to her, or brushed a wisp of hair from her face. Her dark eyes held me entranced.

I refilled her wine glass. When the cake was served I brought us two plates. Kay playfully put a forkful in my mouth, and I of course reciprocated. Aunt Jen had by now sensed that something was really going on between us and pulled my uncle away to talk to some friends.

Afternoon waned into evening and lights came on. Dancing started on the patio but Kay and I were still talking animatedly. The DJ eventually put on a slow jazzy number. I mentally hiked up my balls, stood up, and extended my arms. Kaylie didn’t say a word, just latched onto me and we headed for an open spot. We had never slow danced together before. She was clearly enjoying the moment. I just worried that my palms weren’t too sweaty, but I started to relax as she swayed gracefully with me.

“Max, have you been practicing or something?”

I knew she was just teasing, but somehow I had the devil in me that night.

“I’ve been watching a few videos and trying a couple of things out. You know, just in case you happened to be single and willing.”

Kaylie stared at me. “You big flirt!”

I grinned and winked, relishing the blush that rose in her cheeks. At some point in a later slow dance, we had moved a bit outside of the lighted area in the yard. I could feel Kaylie’s soft breasts pressing against me as her arms draped around my neck, and I was uncomfortably aware of the reaction in my pants. I moved my hands slowly down her back and gently caressed her ass cheeks.

“Bad boy,” she said softly, but made no effort to move away. The soft scent of her shampoo teased my senses. We were suspended in time, moving slowly long after the song ended.

The party drew to a close. David and Angie had already left for a night at the Drake honeymoon suite. It was with great reluctance that I disentangled myself from another hug that went on for quite a while, with a quick kiss as chaser. I promised Kay I would be better at keeping in touch, making sure I had her current number. She playfully threatened to tattoo it on my hand. I said my goodbyes, and drove home.

Thoughts of her moving slowly in my arms filled my head. But could this ever go anywhere? I turned up the music to keep myself sort of focused.

But hardly a week went by after that when we didn’t chat via Girne Escort text or on the phone.

*********

I knew Kaylie’s place had only one bedroom, but that hadn’t come up during our conversation. I packed my clothes, including a nice shirt and khakis for a potential night out. Kay was pretty spontaneous sometimes and I wanted to go with the flow. With the duffel mostly filled I stared at my nightstand, then shrugged and pulled a box of condoms out of the drawer. At least I would be prepared, if the improbable should happen.

My plan to sneak out of work early on Friday got a big lift when my boss strode by my cubicle around 2:00 and said “Have a nice weekend” on his way out the door. He probably had a tee time. Most of the department scrambled out moments later.

I texted Kaylie that I would actually arrive a bit early. She fired back a heart emoji. I stopped by my place for a quick shower, then put my duffel, food, and my favorite big pan in the car. I mentally ran through a checklist, then shrugged and headed out the door. I could easily buy anything I’d forgotten.

The trip was blessedly uneventful once I left the Friday rush hour traffic behind. I played a lot of Chopin in the car, trying to stay calm. As I neared Kay’s place though, I was aware of the uptick in my pulse rate.

When Kaylie opened the door of her apartment, I froze. Her hair, habitually pulled back in a ponytail, hung in soft dark curls to her shoulders. She was wearing a satiny white shirt with a V neckline that showed plenty of soft skin. My joking request for skinny jeans had not gone unheeded.

“Max, you’re staring,” she smiled.

“Well, uh… you look pretty damn amazing.”

“Thank you.” She drifted into my arms for a warm hug and brief kiss.

I brought my stuff in and headed for the kitchen with the food and pan. Kaylie disappeared for a bit but came back to join me. “I put your bag in my room,” she said.

I raised my eyebrows, but managed to not say anything stupid. “Thank you. Would you like to help me make dinner?”

“Lead the way, Chef Max!”

I looked at her thoughtfully. “We’re going to do pasta and a from-scratch tomato and mushroom sauce. I’m worried about your shirt, though.” Then I noticed a striped apron hanging next to the fridge. I grabbed it and draped it over Kaylie’s head.

She flipped her hair out of the way and turned, indicating the ties. “Can you do me, please?”

So help me, I simply could not resist. I squeezed her butt cheeks with both hands as she squealed, and said, “I can tie these strings for you too.”

“God, you are such a flirt!” Kay’s cheeks were bright pink, but she was smiling.

I had never been very ballsy or forward around women. Kaylie had become the clear exception, for some reason. Maybe I could blame it on the plentiful wine when we were at the wedding; yet here I was the kitchen with my winsome cousin, stone cold sober, I had just fondled her shapely ass, and I somehow knew there wasn’t a chance in hell that she would slap me or get pissed off. It was also clear that she liked the attention.

I did manage to behave myself as Kay chopped the onion and mushrooms. I put the pasta water on to boil and shaved slices of Parmesan. Then I sautéed the veggies in olive oil. I knew Kay had toyed with the idea of becoming a vegetarian. I wasn’t certain of her current stance, but with the amount of mushrooms we had for the sauce I didn’t feel the need for any meat.

I popped a loaf of crusty bread into the oven to heat and opened a big can of peeled Italian tomatoes. Kaylie held one tentatively and asked, “What do we do with these? Chop them up?”

I told her there was a better way. I demonstrated by softly squeezing one tomato into the big pan, then pressing the pulp with a wooden spoon to further break it up.

She tried it, brow furrowed in concentration. She squeezed a bit too hard, and tomato seeds squirted across the stovetop. “Whoops!” She giggled.

“Try again,” I said, then lowered my voice. “Just squeeze it very slowly, gently, caressing it with your fingers, until…”

She cut me off. “Oh. My. God. Can’t you behave?”

“I was just instructing,” I said innocently. I sneaked a peek at Kaylie, watching her squeeze more tomatoes. Her smile was infectious.

“Actually this is kinda fun.”

“I’m all about the fun,” I deadpanned.

She arched her eyebrows. “So I’ve noticed.”

While the sauce simmered to perfection and the cavatappi roiled in the pot, I opened Kaylie’s wine and poured two glasses. She had chosen a Barbera, an excellent match. “Is this really your favorite, or are you just incredibly good at guessing what people are going to cook?”

She shrugged. “You told me you have a thing for Italian food. I asked the wine guy for suggestions.”

I savored the wine and looked at her. “You really are amazing, you know — in so many ways.”

Kay reached for me and pulled me close for a quick kiss. “So are you,” she whispered.

Dinner was delightful. Magosa Escort Kaylie had candles on the table and some Sinatra, of all things, playing in the background. She beamed at me in the soft light, her cleavage daring me to keep my eyes on her face. “It’s like a romantic Italian restaurant, isn’t it?”

We lingered over our food, chatting easily. I looked up to see Kay’s fork heading toward my mouth as she dared me with her eyes. I grabbed her hand in mine and guided the fork into my mouth. Then I fed her a forkful. Such a silly thing, but I guess it had become our silly thing.

We rinsed off our dishes and loaded the dishwasher, then went to the sofa. Kay leaned into me, her head against my chest as she pressed her hand to me. I was playing with her hair as Sinatra sang ballads in his soothing voice. I sipped my wine.

“That was really yummy Max, thank you. I’m sorry I ever questioned your cooking skills.”

“I knew you were teasing. You’re allowed. It’s something we do.”

“Yes, we do. I missed it when… we were kinda out of touch.”

“Me too.”

Kay had her eyes closed as I stroked her hair. She was humming softly, when she suddenly looked at me and spoke in a whisper. “Do you remember the treehouse? That was the first time I learned how comfy you are.”

*******

Years ago my uncle erected a sturdy treehouse in a stately sycamore in their back yard. A rustic ladder nailed to the trunk provided access. David seemed to outgrow it rather quickly and it became Kaylie’s exclusive haven.

The summer I was eighteen my parents took a trip abroad, and I spent a week visiting Kaylie’s family. Kay was just a month older, and had somehow transformed from my tree climbing buddy into a lovely young woman with supple curves. I was still pretty much the skinny nerd archetype at that stage. She didn’t seem to mind though.

It was a cool-ish summer day and Kay was wearing a baggy sweatshirt and jeans. As she climbed up the rough ladder ahead of me her foot slipped a bit. Instinctively I reached up to steady her, suddenly realizing that my hand was holding one globe of her very shapely butt. Kay giggled and said, “Thanks, Mr. Handsie.” I flushed, but she just climbed up into the treehouse. Then she turned and looked right at me, holding out her hand to boost me up.

We lazed away the day, chatting about school and nothing in particular. The treehouse was stocked with some cushions and pillows from an old discarded sofa. Kay called it her getaway place. I was pleased that she felt she could share it with me. It was a silent statement of her comfort.

“Max, your voice got a lot lower since last year. I like it.”

“Yeah, well I appreciate the ways you’ve changed too.” She smiled a secret smile.

Kay moved closer to where I was flopped on the cushions, and I watched her boobs jiggle as she threw an arm across my stomach. One of her small soft breasts was now pressing into my arm, and I was pretty sure there was no bra involved.

Kay frowned as I shifted position, but relaxed again as I moved to put my right arm around her shoulders. “You’re so comfy, Max,” she whispered. I could hear her steady breathing. I ran my fingertips along her exposed wrist. She just snuggled closer.

With sudden bravado, I slipped my hand under her sweatshirt and began to stroke her back. She sighed with pleasure. “That feels so nice.” As I lazily caressed around her side, Kaylie rose up for a moment, looked at me with her big eyes, and suddenly pressed her soft lips against mine. Neither of us was in any hurry to break the kiss it seemed.

I had not actually made out with a girl at that point. I generally knew what to do of course, and seemingly was getting nothing but encouragement from my cousin. I had once spent an hour in a cluttered used bookstore leafing through a volume titled “Pleasing a Woman,” which was actually full of good advice. That was worth the discomfort of my dick straining against my jeans as I finally purchased a couple of music books from the crusty proprietor.

The best advice in the book was in a section on reading her signals. As I moved my other hand under her sweatshirt, Kay rolled onto her back. That seemed like a pretty clear invitation. As we continued to trade soft kisses I played my fingertips over her boobs, gently circling her nipples. Kay was making little noises and whimpers with each caress. I reached down and pulled her sweatshirt up over those pert orbs, half expecting her to protest. Instead, Kay grabbed her sweatshirt and simply pulled it over her head.

I had to restrain myself from just diving in there. I ran my hands along Kay’s face and pulled her to me for our most passionate kiss yet. Our tongues danced and played. When we broke the kiss Kay was flushed and panting. I paused so things could cool down for a moment.

“You could take your shirt off too.” Her eyes again looked deeply into mine. I complied and tossed my shirt aside. She ran her hands over my chest, clearly unbothered by my lack of hair. I nuzzled her breast, running my tongue around the pink areola and gently sucking her hard nipple. Her sighs told me how much that pleased her. Finally Kay spoke softly and distinctly. “You’ve made me very wet. We can’t have sex without protection… but we can do other things to make us happy.” I just nodded.

I stumbled onto something the other day that changed my life in a very unexpected way. Arriving home early one afternoon I entered our house from the rear rather than opening the garage door and walking in that way. There was a car parked in the driveway so I couldn’t get in anyway. My wife was at work so I knew she wasn’t home. What I saw going on right there at the pool was beyond shocking. Most dads would have blown their top right then and there, but I just couldn’t speak. There was my gorgeous 19 year old college daughter having sex right out in the open, and not just with one man but two! I hid behind a bush and continued to watch.

She lay on her back with her legs parted and a guy between her legs lapping at her cunt and the other man was pumping his cock in and out of her mouth. It was fucking hot, and my cock responded so quickly I had to unzip my pants to free my cock before I hurt myself! This was better than any porn I’d seen. As I jacked my cock slowly, I noticed how hot my daughter really was. Blond, medium sized tits, gorgeous face, and porn queen legs and ass. I watched intently as these two men, not boys, used my daughter to pleasure themselves. Next the men stood on each side of her and brought their dicks to her face. She willingly took turns sucking each into her mouth and even bathing her wet tongue over their balls. That’s when it hit me, my little girl was no innocent little princess anymore. She was actually a little nympho slut that enjoyed nasty 3-way sex! Before I shot my load I painfully zipped up and ran to the car to get my video camera.

Sneaking back to my hidden spot I powered up the cam and zoomed in to film all the action. My cock hardened again instantly and I filmed with one hand… and you know what the other was doing. Now the guys had her laid out on a lounger and took turns holding her legs up and fucking her exposed slit. I could barely hear the guys speaking degrading things to her over Dee’s moaning and verbal encouragement. The nasty little slut egged them on over and over, “Oh fuck me, let me feel that big cock baby.” If I was fucking a hot piece like her, I would have lost my wad long ago, but these men had great stamina and frequently repositioned her to bang her puss from different angles. One guy finally turned her over on her stomach with her big bubble butt for all to see. “Oh fuck yea, lets pump that fine butt now.” The other man poured oil over her ass and they took turns massaging it and fingering between her cheeks. Oh shit that was hot! I wanted to join them so bad, but she was my daughter, so the next best thing was getting this on film to jack myself off many times in the future. Boy Dee’s ass was absolutely perfect, a butt man’s dream.

The guys climbed on her in turn and pumped her cheeks several times each. Dee must have really enjoyed herself as her groans of joy was all I could hear. Now the guys grinned at each other and one guy pulled her up to a sitting position. Her face was head level with their dicks. One of the guys spoke something to her and she nodded yes and smiled big. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, my baby was about to take a facial! The first guy positioned her face just under his jacking fist and within a few seconds, fired spurt after spurt of thick white semen over her mouth and cheeks. I came involuntarily and squirted my cum into the shrubs. I came hard and had to fight not to make a sound.

My cock stayed completely hard, not something that happens very often. The second man stood close and had her lick his balls while he jacked off. Just before he fired I heard him order Dee to “open your mouth I’m going to cum in it.” Dee quickly complied and he aimed the first two shots straight into mouth and directed two or three others on her chin and cheeks. This was too hot to handle. Next, she cleaned each man’s cock with her mouth, and one of them hardened again. She jacked it and kept sucking him until he pulled her up and laid down himself. Directing her to straddle him. Dee’s big bubble butt was now facing me and I saw her slowly ride his cock. The other guy sat down and enjoyed a drink while watching the live sex show.

A few minutes passed and he began to stroke his rising cock. He stood up and ran his hand over her slippery ass. He positioned himself over the two and maneuvered his dick between her cheeks. Sticking a finger into her ass he worked it open before trying to enter her with his thick cock. “Just relax babe, I’ll go slow.” He said. Oh my, I was witnessing my baby’s first ass fuck! Easing down I saw the cock slowly disappear into her tight hole. “Ohhhhh, goddd” I heard Dee say, please be gentle, “your cock is too big for me.” After minutes of probing and slow pumping, the guy was jabbing his cock in her ass with steady strokes. The man couldn’t handle her tightness very long and announced he was going to cum. He grunted and held still while depositing Girne Escort his load in her ass. He then pulled out and leaned to kiss her wet butt. The other man now wanted his turn in her ass, pushed her off and moved her on all fours. He lined up behind her and slid into her slippery hole easily. The warm slippery tightness proved too much for him and within three minutes he left his cum in her too. Grunting through his cum, he shook and jerked until he’d had enough. Pulling out he then jumped into the pool. Keli grabbed a towel and wiped up the cum off her face, puss, and ass and joined them in poo.

I stuffed my hardon back in my pants and quietly slipped back to the car. Leaving quickly, I hurried to a motel nearby to sit and think. I had no idea how I was going to confront her with this, or if I would ever. The question to answer is how to do I deal with this new knowledge. Would confronting my daughter as a caring parent change her? Should I let my wife in on this, but then I’d have to explain the recording….or not. Then a dirty thought entered my mind. What if I could somehow use this tape to coerce Dee into letting me bang her…..oooohhh noooo, what kind of father am I?

I watched a clip of the second time the guys fucked her and off came my clothes. I pumped off a second load for the day, and that pretty much answered my question. I was a horny dad that had a hot daughter that loved to fuck. What’s a father to do….I had to fuck her!

How to get your daughter to agree to let you fuck her was my challenge. After a week of thought I decided to let her catch me jacking off while watching her video. This way she could catch me doing something naughty and at the same time she’ll find out that I know all about her after school activities. I started watching her schedule and time it so my wife was gone or working late. I was nervous about how this would turn out, but I was willing to risk it all for the chance to have this hot little piece.

I set the dvd to the middle of her show and paused it. I also pulled out some magazines and spread them around me, and proceeded to stroke myself to a major hard-on. I leafed through pages of hot sluts and stroked myself to the edge over and over. Finally I heard the front door lock turn and I knew Dee was home. The moment of truth was here. She walked in and I stood in horror holding my slick cock in hand with eyes wide, staring at Dee, but her eye’s were glued to my massive cock. “Uuugg Dee look I aaahh I…I…I’m sorry you had to see this.” I stroked it a little to let some precum flow out and drool down.

She walks in wearing her short cheerleader skirt, and my eyes were drawn her hot legs. All the while I slowly milked my cock. Dee noticed me eyeing her legs and looked from my cock to my face. “Dee sit down here I want you to see something.” She maintained that look of disbelief as I cleared away some mags and let her sit next to me. I sat down and with cock in hand I resumed the movie and my hand job. There she was on the big screen sucking cock and getting fucked like a regular porn slut. “Oh my god Dad, howww, wherrrrre did you get this.” Now it was a look of embarrassment. She was clearly mortified that I had seen her having sex. Perfect. “Dee” I proceeded, “imagine my shock and horror when I saw you in our back yard servicing these two men.” “Dad I’m so sorry you had to see that, what is going to happen now?” she asked. “Well, you just caught me doing something very private too, so maybe we can help each other, since we both like to indulge in nasty sex. “I offered. She looked at me and at my wet boner. “Dee the fact is I was very turned on watching you act like a little slut and it wouldn’t bother me if you wanted to suck my cock right now.” I challenged. A slight grin form across her mouth and I raised my eye brows and smiled myself. “Ok”, she agreed, “but don’t think bad of me for wanting to do this, I can’t help it, I love to have sex. And I know a lot of girls don’t like it, but I absolutely love cum, I love the way it smells, tastes, and I think its hot to watch a man shoot it.” Her words made my cock swell and almost shot off by itself. With that I reached over and ran a hand over her thigh meat and that was her cue to reach for my cock. As she settled her hand on my balls and lightly scratched, I released my cock and her hand replaced it. She stroked it with a firm slippery grip, testing my hardness. “Oh yes honey that’s it, jack me up and down.” I stroked her thigh right up under her short skirt and found just a patch of material covering her puss. She willingly opened her legs to give me access, and I immediately pulled her panties aside and massaged her wet lips. She responded well to my fingers so I slipped one up inside and found her warm wetness ready for some dick.

On the screen Dee was sucking each cock in turn before they spurted on her, Magosa Escort so I made sure to mention how hot she looked giving head. “I can’t even tell you how turned on I was watching you suck those guys; your gorgeous face looks very hot when you’re sucking cock.” I encouraged. With that she slid off the couch and spread my legs wider, “here how about I suck your dick too.” I gasped and moaned as she took me into her warm mouth, and loved my cock the way she did that on the screen. Fuck this was hot. “lick my balls too babe, bath them with your tongue, oh good girl.” I encouraged. She was a very good cock sucker, keeping my cock wet and swallowed most of it again and again. Licking my balls as I instructed and kept at it till I told her to stop. I wanted to have some of that pussy before I came in her mouth. “Ok, that’s very nice, now it’s your turn.” I had her sit on the coffee table while I was on my knees. There it was… her sweet, perfect little pussy, wet and swollen with desire. I thumbed it for a minute to admire her fleshy petals.

“Are you ready to have that little pussy licked, I need to taste you now.” I got to the business of eating some young pussy, and it was fabulous! Wet with desire and sensitive like a young girl should be. I made her cum and she bucked against my mouth and wetness oozed down my chin. “Ok let’s put some dick in that wet hole.” I stood over her and lifted her legs and pressed the head against her lips, then I lowered myself into her. Oh fuck it was tight, wet, and she responded like the slut I always dreamed about. Mind you my girl was a fat butted gymnastics hottie, and the fact that she was a grade A slut was really nasty! “Oh fuck sugar that is one fine pussy, I’m not going to last long it feels so perfect!” I told her.

I fucked her for about two minutes with her legs spread while on her back, then I had the urge to pound her from behind to see that gorgeous ass shake as I slapped myself against it. This was so hot. I pulled out and ordered to her to flip over on her knees. Wow what a view, a flawless, big butt, waiting for some dick. Easing back in I stuffed myself into her wetness again and again, pumping my way to the finish line. I only lasted about 3 minutes jamming that silky cunt. Finally, I was ready to frost her face. If I was going to treat her like the slut I wanted her to be I was going all the way. “Ok I’m ready to cum.” I announced. “get on your knees I’m going to cum in your mouth and on your face.” I ordered. She immediately complied and assumed the position in front of me. I stroked myself a few inches from her mouth and thirty seconds later I popped off in a massive shower of cum that left lines of cum up and down her face. I’ve shot my share of cum on women’s faces but this was absolutely perfect! From forehead to chin I pumped a nice grouping of shots over her nose, forehead, upper lip, and several drips down her chin. “Oh fuck that was perfect honey, oh my you’re a hot cock sucker.” She smiled up at me. “Oh, thank you for that… I love your sperm, please give me more anytime!”

After we cleaned up I had to know how she became such a slut.

“Dee how did this happen, how did you become such a little slut at your age?” I asked. The tale she told me made my cock rise again! “Well a year ago at summer camp, an older girl taught me to masturbate. I was hooked on making myself cum after that, until she introduced me to sex with guys….” There was a handsome camp supervisor who she was fucking and he taught her about group sex. So my first time to have sex was with Erica and her hot guy.

He brought me to a fantastic orgasm with his tongue, then showed me how to suck cock. I liked the taste of his cock and ultimately learned to love cum too. He was the first to put his cock in me, but after that I had sex with several partners at a secret orgy. They gathered every Sunday afternoon at a nearby camp and everyone just got naked and it was a full on orgy. ” My cock rose to full hardness listening to her tell this nasty tale of group sex with other young men and girls. “Were the guys your age?” I asked. “No they were mostly older guys in their twenties, but a few were over 30. The girls were mostly my age or a few years older, but there were some older women there too.”

I started stroking my cock while I listened. I even asked about the good parts, wanting to hear every lewd detail! “Did you have sex with several men at the same time?” I probed. “Yes, in fact I liked that so much I need to have two dicks or more to really turn me on now. ” Looking down as if ashamed to tell me, “I really like the taste of cum and cock in my mouth, I think that’s hot!” She admitted. I had already heard enough, but I held out and continued to listen, holding back another major load. “Do you know other girls that like to get fucked and suck dick that are your age?” I probed. “Oh Kıbrıs Escort hell yes, I know 4 girls who I hang out with and go to orgies with. Oh boy I not only just fucked my own daughter, a hot piece herself, but I may get to fuck a friend of hers too. “Is there anyway I could fuck one of those girls?” I tested. “None of them know you, sooo I could bring you to our next sex party and you could probably fuck all of them. My cock almost shot off by itself. “Oh fuck that sounds nasty, here I’ve got to cum again, open your mouth!” She opened up wide and stuck her tongue out. I blasted jets of cum onto her tongue and into her mouth, wheeeshooo, it was very hot!

Chapter 2

A few weeks later Dee told me they were going to a sex party on Saturday night. It was Tuesday today and I was really excited, but abstained from bringing myself off until that night. “How about I meet you there so no one knows you and I are related. I’ll just be someone you invited? OK”

The place was large and secluded with high walls in the back yard. I was all I could ever hope for, right at the front door there were shoes and clothes in piles around. People were mostly naked or nearly naked. I pulled my phone out to snap a few pics of the fine babes here. Wow! Very hot pussy and these chicks were here to get fucked! I saw Dee, already naked except for shoes and jewelry, and she was walking toward me with a very hot brunette. Nice eyes, thick pouty mouth designed for cock sucking, and nice tits! “hi Jack this is Jill.” I smiled, well hello there. I had left my clothes at the door and had a beer in my hand, and Jill looked down to see my cock swell as we shook hands. “Ooo, you too Jack,” and she formed a grin across her sexy mouth. I reached out to lightly cup one of her breasts and her nipples hardened instantly. “Maybe we should plan on hooking up in little while?” I said. She reached for my inflating cock and squeezed it as it fully hardened. “Definitely I can’t wait!” she said. “Let me walk around for a bit I just got here.”

There were naked people inside and out, and most of them were fit. I did see a wide range of age groups though, but I found that swingers come in all ages, shapes and sizes. I entered the garage to find a gangbang going. I pulled up a chair to watch that for a few minutes. I sat and stroked my hard cock while this hot honey took cock in her mouth and pussy while guys waited their turn. One guy finally pointed to me and invited me to come and get some, “she loves dick man.” Which I did and I got to fuck this hot piece and have her suck my cock. Very nice! I took a break and watched the guys cum on this beautiful slut and I exited the garage before I shot my load.

One very memorable moment was participating in my own daughter’s gangbang. She was getting cock in her mouth, puss and ass, and I just joined in and fucked all three of her holes and shot on her face too. Wow what an evening! Hotter than your wildest dream.

I rested for a while and cleaned up after that hot gang fuck. I got another beverage and settled in a comfy chair to enjoy watching Jill getting well fucked by two men. They took turns in her mouth in her puss and switched off several times. Another man was watching and moved to jack across her face. He came on her, wiped his cock off on her neck and moved on. I was digging this live porn, it was very nasty and to see such hot looking people indulging was even more exciting! I continued to jack my cock and let Jill finish her present task of draining the two cocks she was enjoying. One man finally reached his finish line and jacked his cum across her pretty face and hair, she was a mess now as this guy spurted major shots on her!

Just when I thought I was up next another man steps up and plugs his cock in her pussy and starts fucking her too. I thought it best if I jumped in a got some soon before others queued up to fuck this hot innocent looking girl. I stepped and presented my cock to her mouth and she eagerly took me in her mouth to love on my cock with her thick wet lips. Oh shit just as I imagined it, her angel face looked very hot with my cock in her mouth and she was an expert cock sucker. She glided her mouth smoothly over my boner, bringing me to the edge again and again. Cum was splattered across her face, and I was enjoying every minute of her porn slut performance!

I wanted her to swallow mine. There was enough on her face, but I wanted to leave knowing I filled her mouth with my daddy cum! “you going to swallow it baby, I’m ready to cum in your mouth, ooohhh oohhh, her it cums, stay with it.” She never even slowed down as I emptied balls into her mouth. That was my last cum of the day. I came three times and was now completely exhausted.

Daddy’s cum slut

I was now fucking Dee all the time. She had no hang ups about giving herself completely to me and gulping down all the cum I could give her. Like anything after you’ve had a taste of it you need more, so I started wondering what other nasty acts she might do for me. I recalled how turned on I as watching the men fuck her….so I’m thinking a homemade gangbang or a gloryhole visit. I would film the whole thing of course.

To be continued….

Kelly

Most mornings, she would wake up in bed with her sister or her mother. On occasion, it might be one of her cousins. But sometimes, she would wake up in the strong arms of Mark. The arrangement had been going on for two years now. He was now twenty and, though still a young man, he was now fitter and stronger than ever, and Kelly knew she was head over heels, absolutely and unconditionally in love with him.

And that made her sometimes need a moment to cry quietly, because she knew that although he loved her as much as she loved him, as he had love in his heart for the many women in his life, his first love would always be Heidi. She didn’t fault either of them for falling in love. They’d been in love nearly their entire lives. They’d been thick as thieves since they were young children, and the innocent love shared by cousins had simply blossomed into a love shared between two adults now trying to find their way through life together.

But nothing beat waking up in his strong arms, her head resting against his chest, feeling his fingers caressing her back as she slowly woke up. “Morning,” he whispered.

“Morning,” she whispered back.

“Are you okay?”

She giggled at the question as she understood why. She’d leapt on him the previous night, surprising him by eagerly sucking his cock and swallowing his cum. Mark had thrown her onto the bed and ate her pussy for what felt like hours, making her orgasm again and again, before she was begging him to fuck her hard. He did just that, and she was left feeling rather tender.

Pulling the sheets back, she lay back and opened her legs. “My pussy is a little tender this morning, Mark. I think you should kiss it better before we get up.”

He moved quickly, getting up to between her legs, leaning down to kiss her. Moaning softly as he moved down to her neck, she giggled as he gently bit at her sensitive skin. Reaching down between their bodies, she smiled when feeling his firm chest before she grasped his thick cock. Giggling as he batted her hand away, he whispered into her ear to be patient.

Giving her breasts some attention, she moaned again as she felt as sensitive as she’d ever been. She now loved sharing a bed with her mother, who was an expert in sapphic delights, and Simone loved it when they used toys on each other, Kelly surprising herself whenever she proved herself to be a little dominant with her sister, but Mark still knew how to push every single button on her body.

“Mark,” she whimpered.

“I love you, Kelly,” he whispered, kissing down her soft body, “Fuck, your body is so hot.”

He’d spent half his life telling her how pretty she was, how hot she was, and ever since they’d been intimate, he simply upped how often he told her how much he loved and appreciated her. As his mouth moved down towards her pussy, she giggled again when hearing him take a deep breath through his nose. She knew how much her scent excited him. She didn’t quite understand why, but that came back to previous boyfriends who had taken advantage of her. Mark had undertaken the role of building her self-confidence back up. She now couldn’t remember a happier time in my life.

“Oh god!” she cried out as he slowly licked up and down her slit, feeling her body jolt and writhe. He groaned as she knew she was incredibly wet.

Kelly knew from all the other women in the household that Mark loved going down on his lovers. She’d never been one for shaving between her legs, preferring to keep it modest but neat. What made her feel better about that, knowing how many young women would shave for their partners, most having grown up seeing nothing but shaved pussy in porn, was that Mark loved it shaved, trimmed or even a bit of bush.

Feeling his tongue eventually work its way to her clit, she knew he was going to slide his fingers inside her eventually. It was his signature move as he’d long figured out all the bodies of his lovers

and the most enjoyable ways to get them off. The first time he’d slid a finger inside her arse, she’d gone off like a rocket. He’d never asked to do anything more than that, but she did enjoy butt play from time to time.

“Oh fuck!” she exclaimed as she felt two of his fingers slide inside her, looking down into his blue eyes, knowing he was smiling as her back arched, his tongue on her clit. Waves of pleasure flowed through her body, from the tips of her toes and fingers to her core. “Oh fuck… Mark…”

She lost count of how many times he made her orgasm before she felt his thick cock sliding inside her. Expecting him to just hammer away, she met his eyes and smiled as he slowly made love to her. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she kissed him, tongue sliding into his mouth, tasting herself and enjoying it. She was now used to the taste of pussy and even enjoyed tasting herself whenever she masturbated.

“I love your cock,” she whispered, kissing him softly on the cheek.

“I love you, Kelly,” he whispered back.

“I love you.”

Rolling Magosa Escort onto his back, she felt her face light up as she sank down on his cock to the base, resting a hand on his chest as she slowly rode him. It was honestly her favourite position. Whenever with her mother or sister, she loved riding one of the strap-ons they used together. But if she was honest, she also loved being taken from behind, and when it was Mark, she loved it when he just pounded her into the mattress. In those moments, she could let herself go, give into certain desires. And it was in those moments, she almost wanted to scream out for him to take her arse.

But the idea of his thick cock back there scared the life out of her, but when he did slide a finger or two back there while fucking her, she felt the orgasms were even better than normal.

“Gonna cum,” she cried out, stopping her movements as she felt her thighs want to come together. Closing her eyes, she felt it flow through her body before needing to lie down on his chest.

“That’s what I wanted to see,” he said softly, finding herself rolled onto her back again, “Now time for me to cum in you, gorgeous.”

“Not long until Heidi graduates and you can start putting babies in us.”

She loved watching his face light up at the idea of being a father. “I’m going to be a very busy man for quite a while,” he admitted, “Then again, the idea of so many of you carrying our children.”

Feeling him cum inside her was always a moment she cherished. She would love to have sex with him every day, but it simply wasn’t possible considering his commitments to Heidi, Amy and his mother. Whenever she had a night, a day, or even an entire weekend with him, she made the most of it. And it was never just about sex, even though that was fantastic. He still took her out on dates and showed how much he loved her in numerous different ways.

“We’d better shower and head out for breakfast,” he suggested after they’d snuggled for a few minutes.

Getting out of bed, he offered his hand, leading her to his bathroom, giggling as she could already feel his cum leaking out of her. She was amazed at how much he could cum, usually feeling his cock throbbing again and again with each spurt that filled her. Due to the sheer size, she sometimes had difficulty swallowing his loads when blowing him.

Washing her down, his strong hands moving slowly across her body, she smiled as two strong arms wrapped around her again and again, before he moved his hands to her hair, applying shampoo before he washed her hair. Returning the favour on him, she allowed her fingers to take in his broad, muscular frame. Not only did he do a physical job, but he was at the gym five days a week. He wasn’t ridiculously muscled but there was now a strength to him that made her swoon. He easily carried her to his or her bedroom whenever the mood to be with her fancied him.

Quickly dressing in her room, putting on a crop top and panties, not bothering with a bra due to his smaller bust, she joined the rest of the family in time for breakfast, Mark in the middle of three seats, Heidi to his right as always, Kelly taking the free chair to his left.

Katie and Deborah sat to the other side of the table. Kelly smiled at both of them as the past few months had been the happiest that she could remember. Simone was bubbly as always, talking about the latest album that had recently dropped that she knew Mark would enjoy. Caroline was in her usual position at the head of the table, Sandra and Rebecca at the other end.

“Kelly, what do you think about going away for another long weekend?” Mark asked out of the blue.

“I’d love to.”

“How would you feel about Simon and Heidi joining us?”

“Uh oh, I think someone has ideas in his head,” Caroline suggested.

Glancing at Mark, she enjoyed the glance he returned. “I do have plans, Mum. What are you doing in a month’s time?”

“Well, nothing except the usual. Work all week then find something to do for the weekend.”

Kelly giggled as the grin that formed as he turned to his oldest sister. “Amy, what are you doing in a month’s time?”

“What do you have planned in that head of yours, Mark?” she asked in return.

“Before I start explaining, Katie and Deborah, I’m thinking you two would be quite content to remain at home, considering how you’re living your lives. But I do plan on taking just the two of you away for a weekend after what I have planned for the others. Same for you, Sandra and Becca, as I know you two are pretty much together as a couple nowadays.”

Her mother looked at her aunt, sharing a shy smile before they kissed each other softly. “Hard to deny how close we are today. Not like Katie and Deborah, but close enough,” Sandra stated, “Though Simone always takes the opportunity to get between her mummy’s legs.”

“That’s because I love the taste of your pussy, Mum,” Simone replied, “I’m not going to be embarrassed in front of everyone else I love Kıbrıs Escort by admitting that.”

“What’s your idea, Mark?” Caroline asked.

“We’ll be flying up on a Wednesday, spending Thursday through to Monday on the Gold Coast, and flying home on the Tuesday. I’ve already booked us a two-room apartment by the beach. We can laze about on the sand and spend most of the time in the water. We can visit one of the theme parks. We can drive up and down the coast.”

Kelly and Heidi both leapt on him, kissing a cheek each. Amy couldn’t stop smiling as they finished breakfast. Caroline remained quiet until he’d finished eating, getting up from her chair and, as soon as he stood up, she hugged him tightly.

“Thank you, baby,” she whispered, “You sure know how to make an old woman feel better.”

“Old woman, my arse, Mum. You’re still fit as fuck, even as you get closer to fifty.” He then whispered something into her ear that made her giggle before playfully slapping her shoulder. “You’re a tease, but if I was forty years old, Mark, you’d have a baby in me so fast…”

“I just… You know…”

“Mark, honey, you’re going to be having children with the love of your lives. I’m looking forward to being a grandmother.”

Holding his mother in an arm, he turned back to the table. “I’ve already organised with your places of employment to have the time off. Amy, while we’re away, you are to sit back, relax…”

“And be fucked constantly by my brother, mother, and cousins?”

“Well, that plus all the beach stuff and other things,” Mark replied, chuckling to himself.

Rising to her feet, Kelly kissed him softly. “It’s something to look forward to. I think I’ll buy myself a new bikini or two.”

Heidi got to her feet, clapping her hands excitedly. “Girls, and I include you, Caroline. We will definitely need to go shopping. Mark, I assume you’ll be spending most of your time shirtless?”

“Not that we don’t approve,” Amy quickly added.

“Particularly if we can constantly apply cream to your body,” Simone suggested, “As long as you apply some cream to me. And add other cream to certain other places.”

Kelly looked at her sister. “Are you suggesting a facial or on your back after he’s done you from behind?”

“He can cum wherever he wants, dear sister of mine. Anywhere he wants at all.”

Kelly picked up on the mood around the house for the next week or so. Katie and Deborah were still in their honeymoon period despite having exchanged vows months ago. She thought they made a lovely couple, and they seemed to have no problem heading out together, hand in hand, though she wasn’t sure how public they were with their affection. The near identical rings on their fingers spoke volumes of their love and commitment.

Mark disappeared on Saturday to go out for drinks with his close friends. To her surprise, Heidi called all the women of the household into the living room. Kelly arrived alongside her sister, finding the coffee table covered in snacks and bottles of wine. To her surprise, Heidi was sitting next to her mother and looking a little emotional. Kelly immediately sat to her other side, Heidi taking her hand and squeezing it gently.

“I’m being silly but it’s a big thing we all need to discuss,” she explained.

Once everyone was sat down, and had a glass of wine in hand, Caroline asked in a knowing tone, “Okay, sweetheart, what have you gathered us here for?”

Heidi managed a crooked grin, Kelly not missing the fact Amy had now replaced Rebecca to her other side, Heidi holding her hand as well. “As you know, Mark and I want to get married and start a family. I’m looking at graduating in a few months and I have no intention of continuing my studies any further. In fact, I know he’s planning to propose and probably has a ring already. I won’t go snooping though I’m dying to know if he has a ring.”

“Sweetheart, he doesn’t,” Caroline assured her, “Because if he bought one, he’d need to tell someone, and if he’d tell anyone, he’d tell his mother.”

Heidi smiled, taking a deep breath. “Okay, so that’s one thing. The second thing is that I’m twenty years old and I’m ready to start a family. If I time it right, I can be pregnant when graduating and I’ll give birth by the time I’m twenty-one.” Sipping at her wine, she wasn’t finished. “The third thing is I don’t want to go through my pregnancy alone. Amy, Kelly and Katie, as soon as I start trying for a child with Mark, I want you to try with me. I know we’re all on the pill at the moment. I plan to come off it quite soon. You are more than welcome to come off the pill whenever you choose. If I don’t fall pregnant first, so be it.”

“Are you sure?” Amy asked.

“None of us are too old yet… Well, except you, Caroline.”

“I’ve already told Mark I’ll be happy playing grandmother to all your children. I’ve had five wonderful children of my own and have three beautiful nieces who I’ve treated like my own too.”

“She’s right,” Kelly Lefkoşa Escort stated, “We’ve had three mothers for at least half our lives.”

“Can we start during our holiday?” Amy wondered.

“I’ve also spoken to my doctor. If I stopped right now, I’ll be fertile by the time we’re on holiday,” Heidi replied, “Katie, you’ll be the only one…”

“He can put a baby in me when you get back from holiday,” Katie stated with humour.

“Are you and Amy both ready for it?” Caroline asked.

“Mum, I’ve been ready since the first time we were intimate,” Amy replied, Kelly glancing to see a warm smile on her face, “Heidi, what if one of us falls pregnant quicker?”

Kelly’s eyes turned to Heidi. “Then I’ll support whoever it is as much as they’ll support me. As I said, I want the four of us to be pregnant at roughly the same time. I think raising our children together, particularly as babies and small children, will be much better. Not easier.”

“Definitely not easier,” Sandra chuckled, “But it’s a good idea.”

“Have you spoken to Mark about this, Heidi?” Caroline wondered.

“Caroline, I think it’s safe to say that I’d already have had one of our children if we truly had our way. He wants to be a father to not only our children, but those he will have with Amy, Katie and Kelly. And I think we can all agree that, even at only twenty, he’s already a mature and responsible adult. Being a father to a couple of small children won’t faze him at all.”

Most of them chuckled as they knew Heidi was right.

The nine women stuck around the living room to finish off the wine and snacks before breaking apart. No surprise Heidi was joined by Kelly, Katie and Amy in her bedroom as they discussed further details. The four quickly agreed to go off the pill quickly in the hope that they could possibly conceive during the long weekend away. Heidi was quite certain she’d be fertile during that time. Katie thought she might just be at the end of her fertile period. Amy was the same as Heidi, while Kelly knew hers would be after the long weekend. It didn’t upset her, as no matter what, Mark would give all of them attention.

Caroline appeared at the doorway, immediately walking over to hug Heidi. “I can’t wait until you have a child, sweetie,” she said softly, before hugging the other three. Her hug with Kelly was as warm as any. “I love how much your confidence has grown, Kelly.”

“Thank your son for that. He’s spent two years making me feel as beautiful as the rest of you…”

“Because you are, Kelly,” Amy assured her, kissing her softly on the cheek.

“Like the rest of you, I’m ready to be a mother. I really want a couple of children with him.”

“We’ll talk to him the weekend before we leave.”

The next couple of weeks passed by far too slowly for Kelly’s liking, looking forward to the long weekend away. Apart from the occasional weekend away with Mark, she hadn’t enjoyed a long break from work for a couple of years. She noticed that Heidi was even sweeter towards Mark during that time while ensuring he spent just as much time with herself and the others. He was quite lucky when enjoying threesomes with the twins, Amy and his mother, Kelly herself with her sister, and he even had some fun with Heidi and her mother.

Sharing Mark with Simone was always more intimate than she expected, aware that Simone still liked to play around with Mark whenever she had him alone, not quite like Deborah and her submissive streak, but she still liked to be tied up, spanked and pounded hard by her very handsome cousin.

Riding his cock while Simone sat on his face was always exciting, particularly when her sister was riding his face reverse and she could share some rather passionate kisses. Riding his cock always made her orgasm, enjoying the moment they swapped around, her pussy dripping as she felt him lapping it all up. The next orgasm from his mouth always made her whimper, kissing her sister hard as she was slamming herself down on his cock. Still didn’t match watching her little sister taking his cock hard in the arse…

Cuddling into his side once they were done, her right hand and Simone’s left caressing his chest, she quietly asked, “Mark, has Heidi talked to you about something important?”

The chuckle was actually a relief, sighing with relief that she’d already talked to him. “Yeah, she’s mentioned you’re all looking at going off the pill together. I’m taking you’ve all made some sort of agreement?”

“You’ll be filling wombs with your cum during our time away,” Kelly replied with a giggle, “Caroline and Simone will just want some of your cock as well.”

“Up the bum, no babies,” Simone stated.

“Deborah lives by that rule too!” Mark added with humour. Feeling him kiss her forehead, he added softly, “We’ll start trying for a child while we’re away on holiday, and we won’t stop trying until you’re pregnant.”

Everyone packed on Tuesday night, agreeing to meet at home, and they’d take a mini-van taxi to the airport. The four women staying at home were not upset or disappointed in not going, Katie and Deborah suggesting they’d just spend the time at home by the pool, and engage in a lot of kinky sex, with Sandra and Rebecca taking time of the peace and quiet to perhaps do a few things they’d been putting off.

A/N – Hello, dear readers. Well, the old imagination has run wild again. As usual, this is all in good fun, somewhat erotic while hopefully also romantic enough for those people who need their good-time fix. There will be two types of relationships in the following:

The major relationships will be daddy-daughter(s). However, there will be a sprinkling of sister loving involved too. That means Sapphic love. You know, lesbians. Woman on woman. That sort of thing. There will also be a little bit of anal from time to time.

All characters are 18+ once entering any sexual relationships.

Usual caveats. All editing and reviewing done the author. Spelling is usually spot on. Definitely the occasional typo. Grammar can be ropey at times but it’s been a long time since I sat in a classroom. All mistakes owned up to by the author. Please remember I’m an amateur.

As always, comments and feedback appreciated.

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Mark (Daddy)

They always tell you that it’s time to move on. If we’d divorced after I’d discovered that she’d been cheating, or if we’d just fallen out of love with each other and decided to part ways, I probably would have found moving on to be far easier. I sipped at the tumbler of scotch before I looked at her photograph again. I had a few favourites of her. One was of our wedding day, gazing into each other’s eyes, the smile on her face telling me that it was the happiest day of her life.

Another favourite is one of her posing in an absolutely gorgeous navy blue gown. It had actually been a night where I’d been given an award but my wife had stolen the show. She just had this natural grace and beauty that drew men and women towards her. I knew more than one man in the ballroom that evening would have loved to take her home. But my wife never had eyes for anyone but me. When I took that photo and showed anyone afterwards, they could see the love she had for me.

We were high school sweethearts. I still remember the day we met, during our first day when we were placed into the same room for roll call. She sat next to me, introduced herself and when that smile formed, that was it. I didn’t know it at the time, but I was looking at the woman I wanted to spend my life with. Within a month, we were firm friends. By the time we left high school for university, we’d been exclusive for a couple of years and we married before Christmas. No-one else had a look in with either of us. It was almost like we just knew we’d be together forever.

Of course, best laid plans and all that, but she fell pregnant during our second year at university. It wasn’t planned, but we were not exactly taking precautions either. She wanted to be a mother and was willing to put her own education on the backburner to start our family. Our families immediately stepped forward to help. Neither of our mothers worked full-time, immediately offering to babysit so we could complete our studies. I continued full-time, she dropped to part-time, while I also worked part-time to support us however I could. I was burning the candle at both ends but it would all be worth it in the end.

When our daughter was born, the only day that matched the joy I felt was our wedding day. Part-time study turned to studying from home as she raised our child, living in a two room apartment that our parents were helping us rent. As soon as I graduated, I stepped into a job that paid good money and started saving for our own place. My father offered to guarantee any deposit by matching what I could save. When her father heard, he invited me over and offered the same deal. Fairly sure my wife and I both wept at how helpful they were.

In the space of twelve years, from the ages of nineteen to thirty-one, we had five children. Our first four children were girls. I had absolutely no problem with that, as I doted on my daughters something fierce, though my wife and I agreed that we would also love to have at least one son. We agreed on a fifth and last. No matter what, the child would receive the same love our other four children received. And add the love they received from grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins, and I think they were rather spoiled.

It was while she was pregnant with our fifth child that they found the tumour and, after numerous checks, how much it had spread already. Cancer. The big C. It was incredibly unlucky. No-one could explain how or why it happened. And the news from the outset wasn’t good as it had simply been discovered too late. Though she could be treated, the doctors were honest from the outset. Considering how weak she already was with the illness and carrying our child, any treatment…

I didn’t freeze but I knew it wasn’t my choice. I didn’t want to lose my wife or child, but it seemed that was the choice on offer. My wife and I discussed it numerous times over a number of weeks as I watched her get weaker. I almost knew what she was doing. Losing the child growing within her simply wasn’t an option. She had been all about freedom of choice, but she Kıbrıs Escort was making her decision by simply letting time pass without treatment.

She gave birth to a healthy baby girl. I had made her a promise during the pregnancy. If we had a girl, she would be named after herself. Watching my wife hold our baby girl, I took as many photo’s as I could. I knew there wouldn’t be many days more that I’d watch the scene. By now, everyone knew what was going to happen. Our children were aware, the worst conversation of my life as I sat them down and explained what was going to happen to their mother.

My wife never made it home from the hospital. As soon as she’d recovered from the birth, the doctor’s did all they could to treat her, but also make her comfortable, the doctors, my wife and myself aware the inevitable was going to happen. I was working my arse off though spent every night at the hospital. If I wasn’t there, friends and family would be filling my space. Our daughters were not kept away. They saw their mother each and every day. She explained everything, keeping it simple so they could understand.

I was at the office when I received the call. My boss was aware of the situation. Knocking on his door, he took one look at my face, told me to take as much time as I needed. Heading to the hospital, everyone was outside her room, waiting for me to arrive. I stood at the door and took a deep breath, ensuring I held two of my daughters by the hand as we walked inside.

She was still alive, but it wasn’t going to be long now. I’d watched her wither the past few weeks, though when her eyes opened, they still sparkled with that mischief I’d seen that first day in roll call. I kissed her and did all I could not to cry. Feeling her fingers caress my cheek, she told me that I’d be okay, and the only thing that mattered was that she would always love me.

Sitting by her bed, I held her hand and waited. There are no real goodbyes when someone is waiting to die. No grandiose speeches. No great professions of love just before they die. All that happened was that her eyes closed and we had no idea if it would be for the final time or not. The doctor in charge of her treatment eventually joined us and announced it wouldn’t be long. Her body had enough and it would simply give up soon.

My wife was only two weeks past her thirty-first birthday when she passed away.

I have no idea how I survived for those next few weeks. I barely remember anything except the funeral and having to watch her coffin be lowered into the ground, all our hopes and dreams that we’d shared now extinguished, nothing but dust on the wind. I’ve often read about how people feel like a zombie when they lose a partner in such a manner. The only people that kept me going were my daughters. I had a new-born to look after, though my mother and mother-in-law were around nearly every day.

The next few years were a struggle. Despite the help, I was still raising five girls by myself, though I eventually relented and hired a nanny to help me. I made sure it was someone of an age where nothing inappropriate would happen. I had absolutely no interest in dating again. I’d had my happily ever after with my wife. If I ever did date again, the woman would have to be utterly spectacular in more ways than one, and in my mind, that woman simply didn’t exist.

So that’s why I was sat at home on a Friday night after another long week at work, nursing a glass of scotch, gazing at a photo of my lovely wife, feeling the usual surge of melancholy whenever it reached a particular date of the year. There were too many dates that I just couldn’t forget. The date we met. Our first date. Our first kiss. The first time we made love. The day I proposed. The day we got married. The birth of each child. And then there were the little memories that, even after years, would never fade. I could still taste her lips on mine, the scent of her perfume, and I swear I heard her voice around the house sometimes.

I think some people never really get over their grief when losing their one great love. The hurt never truly leaves, it just lessens over the years until it only causes a twinge of pain every so often instead of being that all-encompassing agony, such as the days and weeks after I’d lost her. I still don’t know how I found the strength to carry on. I thank my daughters for the fact I was still existing, let alone living.

The one great positive in my life was the fact I still had my five children. Everything I did was for them.

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Cassandra (Cass)

Cassandra stood in the faint light, watching her father sipping at his glass of scotch, an occasional tear running down his face, melancholic music playing softly in the background as he gazed at the pictures of his late wife and her mother. Cassandra and her sisters had been shattered when their mother had died, but they all knew that it paled into comparison to how their father had felt. The love of his life had been Lefkoşa Escort cruelly taken far too young. He was now thirty-eight years old and had been alone since the day she’d passed away in hospital.

“It’s always difficult around this time of year,” Rebecca whispered, Cassandra nodding silently at the words of her younger sister, “They should be celebrating their twentieth wedding anniversary together.”

“He’s done this every year since. In fact, apart from making sure we’re constantly smiling and happy, he hasn’t done a thing for himself,” Cassandra stated, unable to stop the sigh, “I would suggest he try and find someone but…”

Rebecca scoffed. “Surely you remember how he’s reacted every time we’ve even mentioned the idea of perhaps looking at dating?”

“I know. I know. But he’s been alone for at least seven years now. I know he has us but that’s the same as having a wife, fiancée, girlfriend or just some sort of life partner.” She paused again, another sad sigh. Feeling her sister cuddle into her provoked a brief smile. “I just want him to be happy again, like he was when Mum was alive,” she added softly.

“So what do we do?”

Cassandra smiled to herself. She had one idea but it was the sort of idea that could blow up in her face and possibly do irreparable damage to herself, her father and the family. She’d tentatively approached Rebecca about her idea, but never more than very subtle suggestions about what we on her mind.

“Head to your room, Becca. I’ll talk to daddy about what we’ve discussed for tomorrow night.”

Feeling a kiss on her cheek, as all the sisters had no problem showing all the affection in the world, she waited until her father had finished his drink before she stepped out of the shadow and approached her father. Two years from forty, he was still a formidable, imposing man. Standing around six-two, broad of chest. Just his arms looked powerful. He might have worked in an office but all his shirts clung to his body as he’d spent the years since his bereavement almost sculpting his body, taking out all his anger and pain on every muscle in his body.

“Daddy,” she whispered.

His blue eyes gazed up into her green. Perching herself on her knees next to his legs, he smiled at her as he placed the photos face down on his lap. “What’s up, sweetie?”

“Daddy, I know what time of year it is. You know we don’t like you seeing you so sad.”

“I’m sorry, sweetie. I just need a drink after another long week.”

Cassandra understood what he was talking about. Despite all the help, the reality was that he was a single father with five daughters, needing to deal with all the trials and tribulations as young girls became young women. Having a nanny had helped, as had their grandparents, but at the end of the day, her father did do much of the raising by himself.

She felt like he’d done a fine job. She was a responsible young woman. As soon as she was a teenager, she stepped up to help her father when she could, taking lessons from their nanny when it came to looking after both the children and the household. Once she was old enough, she also started working part-time. Rebecca had done the same thing as soon as she was old enough. Her father hadn’t asked either of them, but it was something they had felt was necessary.

“Daddy, we want to do something special for you tomorrow. Once Rebecca and I finish our shifts at the supermarket late in the afternoon, we’re going to come home and get ready to go out for dinner. You’re to get ready too. It will be our treat.”

A smile formed again and it was a genuine one, the warmth in his eyes making her smile in return. “Are you sure you can afford it, sweetie?”

“The price would be worth it, Daddy.” She stood up and, after moving the photos, perched herself sideways on his lap, one of his arms immediately looping around her waist. She was tiny compared to him, barely five-four and not heavy at all. She was slim with a decent bust and arse, though she’d always thought herself a little plain compared to many girls at school, and nothing compared to some of the glamourous women at university.

“I guess I can’t complain about a night out if my girls are going to treat me,” he stated, “It’s just…”

“I know it’s difficult, Daddy. But I’m old enough now that you can talk to me about things. I’ll always be your daughter, but I’m nineteen now. I’ll always be here to lend an ear.”

She smiled when he pulled her tight to his chest, resting her ear against his chest, hearing his heart beating. When she felt his hand start to stroke her, she sighed and snuggled into him. She’d always enjoyed snuggles with her father. So did all her sisters. Her father was a good man, having sacrificed everything to raise his daughters. Apart from time spent at the gym, all he did was work or spend time at home raising his kids. Most friends had slowly disappeared from his life. The only other relationships he’d managed to maintain was with his parents and siblings, Girne Escort and the parents of her now deceased mother.

“I just miss her, sweetie. It gets a little easier every year, the fact she’s gone and is missing seeing you five grow into beautiful young women.” He sighed before adding, “And this date every year is usually the worst. When you vow ‘Til death do us part’, you don’t imagine that death would visit you so quickly.”

“I miss her too, Daddy,” she whispered, “We all do. But we also want you to be happy. You smile more nowadays, but it’s still not the same…”

“As long as you five are happy, sweetie, then I can be content with my life. I simply hope I’ve done a good enough job.”

“The best, Daddy,” she whispered, “I think it’s safe to say you have five young women who love and adore you completely.”

“Well, I feel the same way about the five of you.”

She squeezed him tightly. “Make sure you’re dressed nice. Okay?”

“I’ll even ensure you get a look at me before we head out, sweetie.”

She kissed his cheek before sliding off his lap. Taking his glass, she poured him another glass before handing it to him, though walked across the room towards the stereo, changing the radio station to something a little more upbeat. He smiled at her, thanking her for the drink, promising he wouldn’t sit being miserable for too much longer. She returned half an hour later to see him watching the football, getting into the game. Olivia and Carolina, the two youngest, were sitting to either side of him on the couch, keeping him company. Carolina was named for their mother, Caroline. She was a precocious little girl, and had their father wrapped around her finger from the day she came home.

Rebecca was lying back on her bed, avoiding the living room, as neither sister was particularly interested in watching the football, though they’d join their father every so often, just to keep him company. They wouldn’t pay any attention to the game, simply wanting to spend any time they could with their father. He worked so hard sometimes, the girls understood that he was doing it to keep them in their home. Even with all the hard work, he rarely missed any of their events, and if he couldn’t attend, their grandparents, aunts and uncles would always be there in support.

“Did he agree to it?” Rebecca asked as Cassandra sat on her bed.

“He did. It was rather easy, to be honest. I thought he’d try and argue. Then again, I think he knows the grandparents put money into our bank accounts every month in addition to our weekly wage.”

“Are you still going to go through with it?”

Cassandra bit on one of her nails. A bad habit but it was something she did when thinking or nervous. The idea had been on her mind for a little while. It was an idea she couldn’t speak to their grandparents or anyone else about. But she couldn’t keep it to herself and eventually needed to confide in someone, and Rebecca was the perfect person. When she sat down and admitted what was on her mind, Rebecca smiled and agreed it was a great idea. If it worked, Rebecca quickly offered to join in on my plan.

“How do you think he’ll react?” Rebecca asked a little later as they snuggled together on her bed, watching a movie neither of them were particularly watching. Rebecca was cuddled against her, her hand underneath her shirt as it rested near her breasts. Cassandra had an arm wrapped around her, stroking her side.

“I honestly don’t know. I think surprise to start with, then he’ll probably try and argue. I doubt I’ll convince him quickly. Might have to wear him down a bit.”

“He probably hasn’t had sex since Mum died,” Rebecca stated softly, “At least seven years without being intimate…”

“Maybe that explains his strong arms,” Cassandra joked, both sisters giggling at the insinuation. When Rebecca’s hand ended up caressing one of her breasts, she turned to see Rebecca gazing at her. “My eighteen-year-old sister should know better than feeling up her big sisters tits,” she whispered.

“Are you complaining?” Rebecca challenged, but she could read her younger sister’s eyes.

Cassandra turned onto her side as their mouths moved in sync, meeting softly for a moment before the kiss quickly turned into something more passionate. Rebecca moaned into her mouth, Cassandra moving her hand down her back towards her sister’s perfectly pert arse. Her younger sister moaned as Cassandra gently squeezed. Slowly breaking apart, the pair of them smiled at each other. They knew what they were doing would be considered wrong, but considering what both were thinking of doing with their father…

“I want your pussy, Cass,” Rebecca whispered.

“I know, Becca. Trust me, I feel the same way in return. But we made a vow.”

“We should put on a show for daddy!”

Cassandra giggled. It probably wasn’t a bad idea. “When I get your pussy for the first time properly, Becca, it’s in private.”

Caressing her younger sisters face, Rebecca bit her bottom lip, looking rather innocent and adorable for a few seconds. They kissed again, Rebecca ending up on her back as Cassandra had her fingers between her legs, panties in the way, ensuring they were not touching each other skin to skin, but it was still enough that she could feel her younger sister getting wetter.

***All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older***

Well, Mary and I got into the back of Mom’s BMW 3 Series 4-door sedan. Mary was dressed just like our date last night – a sexy top and tight blue jeans. She had fresh makeup on and her hair was still styled very nicely. Not that any of you care, but I was also wearing jeans and a nice polo shirt.

Mary broke the ice saying to mom, “Mrs. Warren this is such a nice car.”

Mom replied, “Oh please call me Jennifer or Jenn. I like the car. I’ve had it 5 years now and it still rides very well. Maybe I’ll give it to Michael if I decide to get a new one.”

“I’ll bet he’d enjoy that” was Mary’s reply to Mom. Mary looked at me and with a sexy look said, “I’ll bet you would enjoy getting into this.” Mr. Happy decided naptime was over.

Mary moved towards me and closer to mom who was right in front of me and started talking to her. I didn’t hear what Mary was saying initially because Mary’s grabbed my rock hard cock with her left hand. I moaned slightly.

Mom asked, “Did you say something Michael?”

“No. I, I, I, no. Nothing.” At that point, I started wondering if anyone had actually done a study on how much blood an erect cock removes from the brain.

Mom said to Mary, “I’m not sure I mentioned it but we were going for Italian food. Is that Ok for you Mary?”

Mary naturally replied, “I could really go for a big sausage.” I started coughing.

Mom parked near the restaurant and announced, “Well, we’re here. You should probably let go of his crotch now Mary”. Mary blushed slightly but not from embarrassment — more from pride. Mom glanced at my crotch as I got out the car and smiled smugly. So, the four of us went to lunch – Mom, Mary, Mr. Happy and Me. Mary put her arm thru my right arm and Mom put her arm thru my left as we walked. Thankfully, neither of them held Mr. Happy. Somehow, I think he knew that he was not going to be alone for much longer.

So we sat down (table for four of course — there are no tables for three). I stood at a spot and Mom and Mary sat next to me. Mom was on the left and Mary was on the right. I was terrified. I was not afraid that one of them was going to grab my cock. I was afraid that both of them would. The waiter arrived to tell us about the specials. Mom placed her right hand on my left leg. Mary placed her left hand on my right leg. I was not listening to the waiter. He finished the specials and asked about drinks.

Mom said, “I’ll have a glass of the house white wine.”

Mary decided on a Coke and I added “Me too.”

The waiter said “OK, 2 Cokes and a White Wine. Be right back”.

Mom grabbed the inside of my left leg and Mary grabbed in inside of right. Both were squeezing and working their way to my crotch. I didn’t look at either one of them. I looked straight ahead into the restaurant and said as firmly as I could, “Please stop.”

They both looked at me and then they stared at each other. I started to get up, so they both let go and I said, “Excuse me. I’ll be right back.” and I headed to the men’s room.

I didn’t have to pee. I wasn’t going to jerk off. I just needed some cold water on my face and some refuge from two women.

Back at the table, it was a tennis match.

Mom: “What did Michael want you to stop doing?”

Mary: “I thought he was talking to you.”

Mom: “Why would he be saying stop to me?’

Mary: “Because you were doing what I was doing.”

Mom: “What were you doing?”

Mary: “I had my hand on his leg and was heading for his cock — just like you were.”

Mom: “I’m sorry Mary but you’re mistaken.”

Mary: “I know what people look like when they’re fucking and you both have that look. I saw it when I pulled into your driveway.”

Mom: “What look is that, Mary?”

Mary: “I only have part of that look. I wanted him to fuck me last night but we had a problem. I still want him to fuck me. We both have that yearning but yours has been satisfied. Yours is from knowing. Mine is from hoping.”

Mom: “I saw that look on your face too. Have you decided what you want for lunch Mary?”

Mary: “I know what I want for dessert.”

Mom: “What’s that, Mary?”

Mary: “Michael’s cock and your pussy Jenn.”

I returned to the table and said, “Has anyone decided what they want for lunch.”

Mom said, “Only partly. Mary and I decided what we both want for dessert – your cock and each other’s pussy.”

What could I say except, “The menu has changed since I last ate here.” I sat down and added, “I probably should have stayed for the discussion.” I had a sip of my Coke and said, “I really need something stronger.”

Mom replied, “There are two great things about living in Rhode Island. One – It’s legal for a parent or guardian to supply alcohol to someone under 21. Two — Incest is legal as long as you’re 18.”

Mary decided to chime in with, “Well I’m over 18 what does that mean for me Jenn?”

Mom added, “Well Mary it means that we’re going to figure out how to get Michael’s huge cock into your tight little pussy and Magosa Escort after he dumps a big load of cum into each of us, we’re going to suck it out of each other.”

With that, the waiter returned and took our orders. Thankfully, he left quickly.

Mary looked at me and said, “You told your mom about our date last night? I didn’t tell my mom although I did mention it to my older sister. She suggested I need some dildos that are progressively larger than the last.”

Mom added, “That’s exactly what I was thinking Mary. I have a few dildos at home, which just might do the trick. We need to stop after lunch and buy a ton of lube.”

Mary had a big goofy smile on her face as if she was the cat that was going to eat the canary. She said, “My mom and sister have huge tits like mine. I have always wanted to suck them, lick them, play with them — you get the idea. I would have tried to but I just know my dad would freak out if he found out and disown me. I was wondering if you would mind if I called you Mommy when we’re together. Would that be OK?”

Mom chimed in with, “Unless Michael has an objection, you can call me Mommy, baby girl. I haven’t been with another girl since college but when I saw you earlier I really wanted to suck on your huge tits. How big are they?”

Mary and I answered in stereo “40G”.

Mom replied, “Wow, my 38 Triple D’s seem small by comparison.”

Mary said, “Don’t sell yourself short Mommy. 38DDD is equal to 38F. I for one am going to enjoy sucking and playing with them.”

I added, “I will too Mom if Mary’s gives me a chance to”.

With that, the waiter brought our lunch orders and said, “Everybody gets a chance today to eat the best food in Rhode Island.” All I could think was that he had better not follow us home.

Well we talked about the food, interspersed with tits, cocks and pussies. We all shared a taste of each other’s food, which I guess was a good precursor to dessert back at the house. We finally finished lunch. Why was I the only one who seemed to be in a hurry? When we got outside, Mom handed me her credit card and said to me, “Go next door and buy a dozen tubes of lube. Mary and I are going to make out in the back of the BMW.” She and Mary linked arms and headed for the car.

After I got the lube and headed back to the car, I saw Mom and Mary in the backseat kissing and feeling each other’s tits. Mr. Happy woke up from his nap. I knocked on the window and mom unlocked the car, handed me the keys and said, “Take us home Michael and pull into the garage please. We might be naked by then.”

I tried not to look back while I drove since it would be a real bad time for a fender-bender. I glanced back and they were both topless in their bras. I stopped at a stop sign and saw mom taking off both Mary’s jean and panties. Well, I’m presuming she wore panties today. I didn’t see any panties. Who knows? I’m just the driver. So, I pulled into the garage, turned off the car, hit the door close button on the remote, turned to announce that we were home and my jaw hit the floor. Mary was completely naked. Mom was in her bra and panties with her head in Mary’s pussy.

Mary was moaning, “Oh yes Mommy. I love the way you eat me. Don’t stop Mommy. Please don’t stop.” I just sat there watching like some big iron dicked outsider but I knew my time would come and so would I.

I opened the car door and announced, “Well, I think I’ll go inside.” I closed the door and walked into the house. Amazingly, they were only a few seconds behind me carrying all of their clothes. Mom had decided she needed to be naked to come into the house. I didn’t mind.

Mary asked where the bathroom was. Mom decided she should use the Master Bathroom since we were going to be in the Master Bedroom. Mom told her where and Mary carried her clothes upstairs. She has a really nice ass.

I looked at Mom and asked her if she was OK with all of this. She said, “Michael I got the feeling that you were thinking that we could live as husband and wife, have children and live happily ever after. Frankly, I was thinking about the same thing, but I’m going to be 40 when you’re 21. As your mom, I have to think of what is best for you. That girl is crazy about you. You need someone like her if not her exactly. Besides from where I stand, I’m in for some hot threesomes as well as individual time with each of you. I’m willing to see what happens. You’re headed to Brown University next year so we’re still going to see each other. Where’s Mary going?”

I replied, “Gee I don’t know. Let’s see if I can actually have sex with her before we make any long-term plans OK? Why don’t we go up and see how she’s doing.” So we went upstairs to Mom’s bedroom and Mary was lying on the bed — still naked of course.

Mom walked around to the far side of the bed, bent down and pulled out a big storage box from underneath. She opened it and pulled out a few dildos of various thicknesses saying, “I think these should do the trick. Where’s all that lube, Michael”. I gave her the bag and she told me to Kıbrıs Escort “Unscrew all the tops remove the seals and screw the tops back on. We do not want to be slowed down if we need more lube. Oh, and Michael, why are you still dressed?”

I started to walk to my room, when Mom yelled, “Hey where do you think you’re going?”

I said that, “I was just going to undress and leave my clothes in my room.”

Mary said, “Hell no. We want to see you whip out that big cock.”

Mom added, “Yeah strip you big dicked motherfucker — and soon to be Mary-fucker.”

Mary yelled out, “YAY. Take it off baby.” So, I put some music on my phone and started to strip. I started to dance a bit and I peeled off my shirt and tossed it at them.

Mom said, “Shit. We have no money to tuck into his underwear. I’ve got to have some for the next time we do this.” She looked at Mary and said, “You know the best thing about having small hands?” With that, she put a ton of lube in and on her hand and slid it right into Mary’s pussy. Once inside her, Mom made a fist and started pumping Mary’s pussy.

Mary went wild moaning, “Oh yes Mommy. Yes Mommy. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my fucking God. I’M CUMMING”. Mary came all over mom’s arm and the bed. Mom unclenched her fist and slid it out of Mary. Mary calmed down and she and Mom kissed passionately for a while. I just stood there watching.

They stopped after a couple of minutes and Mom looked at me and said, “Why aren’t you stripping? I paid for a big-cocked stripper and so far we haven’t seen it yet.”

So, I went back to stripping. I slipped off my shoes and socks and just had my jeans and briefs left. I slowly lowered the zipper. Mom and Mary were hooting and hollering and having a really good time. I pulled my jeans down revealing my briefs with a ten-inch erection obvious to the audience. I slipped off the jeans and danced to the side of the bed where Mom and Mary were.

I looked at them and said, “Did somebody here request a monster cock?” Mom pulled my briefs down and Mary popped up from the bed and sucked me inter her mouth. That’s what I call teamwork. Mary sucked my cock as if she was possessed. I loved every lick and stroke. Mom decided to up the ante and began licking my balls. I said, “Ladies, I’m going to cum.”

Both of them upped the intensity and I exploded into Mary’s mouth with a torrent of cum. She was not prepared for what I hit her with. She started to cough, let go of my cock and it slipped out of her mouth. Mom quickly grabbed my cock and sucked the rest of my cum into her mouth. When she was done she looked at Mary and kissed her. They swapped my cum back and forth and played with each other’s tits.

Finally Mom said, “Mary does Michael need a condom?

Mary answered, “My mom put me on birth control pills 2 years ago.”

Mom said, “Well OK it’s time to stretch that pussy of yours. I bought this inflatable dildo called ‘The Booty Sweller’. It’s usually used for anal, but it can be used in vaginas. Don’t worry. It’s clean. It starts out 1.5″ wide and inflates to double that which is just about Michael’s size. All I have to do is squeeze the bulb at the bottom. I’ll go as slow or fast as you like. Let me lube it up and insert it. That’s it baby girl. Just breathe and don’t worry. Mommy is going to take very good care of you. Michael come over here and suck on Mary’s big tits.”

Mom pumped up the inflatable dildo a little and Mary started moaning, “Oh my god Mommy. I’m so full. Pump it up some more Mommy. I want Michael’s monster cock to fit inside me.”

Well Mom spent a while inflating, deflating and repositioning that inflatable cock until finally she said, “I think that may be it. Is your cock hard Michael”.

I looked at her and said, “What are you kidding? I’m watching two women with huge tits stretching out a pussy so I can fuck it and you’re asking me if I’m hard. You must me joking. Lather up my cock with lube and get that thing out of her pussy. It’s now or never.”

Mom lubed up my cock and deflated ‘The Booty Sweller’. I moved into position, placed my cock at her opening, and pushed. The head of my cock was moving inside her pussy. I was amazed and thrilled. I slid about 4 inches in, and Mary started to scream, “OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. OH, MOMMY IT’S SO FUCKING HUGE.”

I was afraid I was hurting her and said, “It’s OK Mary, I’ll pull out.”

She reached around my neck, pulling me down to her and digging her nails into my back. She wrapped her legs around my ass and yelled, “DON’T YOU DARE PULL THAT COCK OUT OF MY PUSSY. Push a little more into me.”

I looked at Mom and she nodded so I pushed in some more. Mary started to shake and moan, “Oh My God, I’m cumming. OH MICHAEL I’M CUMMING. HOLD ME PLEASE. HOLD MEEEEE”. I held her tight and as she was cumming, I was sliding further into her and the intensity of her orgasm went into the stratosphere. She was shaking, moaning screaming and cumming and suddenly she stopped and closed her eyes.

“Mom! Mom, I think she passed out.” I was so worried.

Mom Lefkoşa Escort told me to pull out of her and she started lightly slapping her face saying, “Mary. Mary. Mary can you hear me? Mary. Mary”

Mary opened her eyes and said, “Mommy I’ve been a bad little girl.”

“What did you do baby girl?” asked Mom.

“Oh Mommy I fucked a biiiig cock”, was her answer. Then she said, “Mommy he didn’t finish. He was supposed to fill my stretched-out pussy with a giant load of cum. I need that monster cock Mommy. Make him finish please.”

Mom looked at me and said, “You heard my little girl. Take that cock and finish the job.” So, I got back into position and with all her cum and all the lube, I actually slipped right in all the way.

Mary looked at me and said “Fuck me you big-dicked bastard. I need a huge load of cum in my slut pussy”.

I looked at Mary and said, “This is the big one. Here it comes.” I grabbed her huge tits with both hands and started pounding her pussy for all I was worth.

Mary was screaming, “That’s it Michael. Fuck me. I’m your whore now. No other man is ever going to fuck me. Pound my pussy baby. Fill me up with cum. Make me yours.”

I felt my balls start to get ready. It was rising like lava. I yelled, “This is it. I’M CUMMING.” As soon as I started spraying Mary’s pussy with cum, Mary started to cum as well. This was her biggest orgasm yet. Mary yelled, shook, and held me tight but she did not pass out, which was fine with me. I collapsed on top of her.

Mom looked at Mary and said, “You’re still going to have to share him with me.”

Mary said, “OK Mommy. That’s no problem. Is Michael still going to fill you up with cum so we can eat it out of each other?”

Mom looked at me and asked, “So baby boy, do you have one more load for Mommy?”

I looked at Mom and said, “I could probably come up with one more load, but you’ll have to help get me hard. Then afterwards just bury me in the backyard.”

Mom said, “Put a pillow under Mary’s ass so the cum doesn’t drip out of her and bring that huge cock to Momma.”

I did as I was told with the pillow and then laid down on my back next to mom. She started sucking my cock and all I could think of was these two women want to share me. I have to start taking vitamins. I looked at Mom sucking my cock with her big tits moving around in front of her, I thought of Mary with her big tits, and how I had just fucked her, and Mr. Happy decided it was time for his guest appearance. My cock got harder and Mom started grinning. She stopped sucking, lifted her leg over me, placed my cock at her opening, and slid right down. She placed my hands on her big tits and she started going up and down on my cock. Mom was beautiful and not just because she was on my hard cock.

Mary looked at us and said, “I’m going to try that position later Michael. Now fill Mommy up with your cum. I’m getting hungry again.”

Mom gave that smirk I love and went to work on me. She put her hands on mine and kept me squeezing her big tits. She slid her pussy up and down Mr. Happy’s little head and went to work on my big head saying, “That’s it baby boy. Mommy needs a big load of your tasty cum. I need you to fill me so Mary and I can suck your cum out of each other’s pussy. I love being fucked by your huge monster cock. Your father, sorry, the Sperm Donor turned me into a size queen and your cock is so much bigger than his is. No one has ever come close to satisfying me the way your magnificent cock does. Now put me on my back, grab my big tits and pound my slut pussy.”

I have always listened to my Mom, so I flipped her onto her back and slid my cock back into that velvet pussy of hers. I put my arms under her legs, which raised them into the air above my shoulders, and I grabbed her big tits and started pounding her pussy.

She started moaning and saying, “Yes Michael. That’s just what Mommy needs. Oh, baby I love your huge cock. I love it when you squeeze my big tits. Keep fucking me baby. Oh yes baby. YES, YES OH YES!”

Well, she started cumming and her pussy tightens when she cums so I felt that fire start to rise from my balls. I started fucking her at top speed and I yelled out, “Here it comes you big-titted slut.” I kept cumming. Mom kept cumming. Mary kept watching.

I collapsed on top of mom and said, “Sorry if I said the wrong thing, Mom.”

Mom hugged me and said, “I’m not insulted Michael. I am a big-titted slut. Check that. I’m your big-titted slut. Well, I’m one of them. Now roll over. Mary and I have some sucking to do.”

No sooner had I rolled over than Mary had gotten on top of Mom face to pussy and pussy to face. They rolled on their sides and Mary’s ass was right next to my face. I have to tell you Mary has a really nice-looking ass. I was just looking and smiling and then I heard slurping in stereo. Since I cum a lot, this could take them a while. Mom reached around to grab Mary’s ass and pulled her closer to her mouth. I looked down and saw Mary had done the same. They were having a great time and I started to feel a little left out. I started kissing Mary’s ass cheeks. I raised my head to watch Mom eating out Mary’s pussy and I saw Mary’s puckered asshole. Now I had never before thought about licking anyone’s asshole. Marys looked nice and it looked clean, so I stuck my tongue out and started licking.