Aylar: Nisan 2023

“Did you say a nude beach?”, I asked incredulously. Looking at my mother’s face, I repeated, “a nude beach?” Here was my mother, a partner in a major law firm in San Diego telling me that she was going to a nude beach with my aunt Peg, mother’s fraternal twin. As I repeated my question, mother stood in front of me with her hands on her hips, defiantly staring back at me. Although she was only 5’2″ tall, mother was an imposing figure to many people. She had several fortune 500 clients that she represented and had argued in the U.S. Supreme Court. She was a pillar of the community, a major political player in our state, and an active member of our church. Now, she was telling me that she was going to a nude beach with her sister Peg.

In many ways, mother was the entire package. She was a smart, pretty, 45-year-old blonde who had a very successful career. Although the years had added a few pounds, she was witty and charming and could hold the attention of any man she met, except of course, my father. Another attorney as well, he had left my mother for his 20-something secretary and had moved to Los Angeles to open a practice catering to the rich and famous. She had been devasted by his revelations and had tried to move on, but she was still pining over his departure.

I was in a similar position, having just had my college girlfriend of three years leave me for a married man. I was at mother’s home licking my wounds as well as I hadn’t dated anyone since the breakup four months ago. As an only child, I had always been close to my mother, and I could tell that my stay with her had helped her get over her loneliness.

I was not the only person helping mother get over her breakup. My Aunt Peg was working overtime in that regard. A free-spirit brunette to mother’s blonde-haired, traditional nature, Aunt Peg had come to mother’s rescue in many ways by getting her out of her house and trying to expand mother’s social circle. She had tried to introduce mother to several of her male friends, but nothing ever came of those introductions. Mother poured herself into her work to the point that it was all that she had. I had just recently graduated from college and was temporarily staying with her as I searched for an apartment. Both Aunt Peg and I were committed to helping mother overcome her divorce from my father. But Aunt Peg’s latest attempt now included a trip to a nude beach. Even for Aunt Peg, the family’s wild child, this idea seemed a little out of left field. After all, mother had a reputation to consider. What if word leaked out or worse a picture appeared of mother at the beach? She stood to lose her conservative corporate clients as well as her social and political standing.

At the risk of incurring mother’s verbal wrath, I again asked “you are planning to go to a nude beach?” I unconsciously rolled my eyes which perfectly complemented my sarcastic tone. Mother did not react well.

“Don’t you dare roll your eyes at me, Mister. And why not? You don’t believe I would go to a nude beach?” She had tilted her head slightly and narrowed her eyes. She was prepared to go into full jury mode in her defense.

“Mother, be reasonable. You have a reputation in the legal community to consider, but more importantly, I cannot see you being naked in front of strangers at a beach. For God’s sake, mother, have you ever even walked around nude in your own house.” Despite her beauty, mother was certainly not an exhibitionist in any form. As I grew up, the closest to public nudity a one-piece bathing suit along with a matching cover-up. That was as revealing that mother had ever been in front of me or anyone else. Somehow, I could not picture mother being nude in any public setting.

“Bobby, just because you haven’t seen me nude doesn’t mean I haven’t. Did me to walk around nude in front of you, my own son?” mother asked skeptically.

I quickly shot back. “No but answer the question. Have you ever even walked around your own house naked, even when there is no one else home?” I knew mother well enough to know the answer.

“Well, no”, mother paused for a second, “but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t go to a nude beach. Don’t think you know me enough to predict everything about me.”

“Sorry, mother, I just don’t see you headed off to a public nude beach and being naked in front of strangers, especially since you are not even comfortable to walk around your own house naked.” I paused and raised my hands as if to ask her to respond.

“Okay, you’re right. It’s something that I haven’t done before, but I think I could.” Mother paused again. “Have you ever been to a nude beach?”

I had been once, but I did not wish to confess to mother. I merely responded no. “Well then, Mr. Inquisitor, who are you to lecture me about whether I would go to a nude beach when you have never been? I need to do something different. I’m tired of just being the same old me. For once, I want to be a little risqué, a little dangerous. I have always been afraid of Girne Escort pushing my personal boundaries. I really want to have the courage to simply go to a nude beach.”

“So then, mother, you’re just going to walk onto a nude beach?” I continued my debate with her. “And you can’t even walk around your own house naked?”

“Then what do you suggest?” mother asked.

I thought for a moment and then proposed the following. “Start by just walking around here without your clothes. It’s a start.”

“Right now?” she responded. “With you standing here?”

I shrugged my shoulders and said, “I wasn’t talking about right this very moment with me.” Mother’s adversarial nature came out. “SO, you so boldly proclaim that I’m afraid, but so are you. You won’t walk around here naked either.”

“Well, mother, we were talking about you going to a nude beach, not me. But I have no problems walking around here nude. It would be no big deal.” I added a smirk at the end for ultimate effect.

“Oh really”, mother shot back, “you would be perfectly comfortable walking around our home nude in front of your mother?” She narrowed her gaze as if to force me to admit it.

“I would be perfectly comfortable. In fact, I could do that right now. Why not? If you want to learn to be comfortable, why not around me? Your first time is either in front of strangers or in front of your son. Pick your poison.”

Mother thought for a second and said, “well, I’m not giving you a free strip show here. If I’m going to walk around naked, you either must leave or get undressed as well.”

For a microsecond, the realization hit me that mother was proposing that we both undress and be naked in front of each other. That result wasn’t really the direction of my advice. Sure, mother was pretty, but I really hadn’t intended this to happen. After all, she was still my mother. But something pushed me forward down this road.

With a slight nodding of my head, I said, “sure, if that will help you. What if we both undress in our rooms and come out in 5 minutes? You can even text me when you are ready.” She agreed and we retired to our rooms.

Just wearing some summer shorts and a shirt, I was undressed within a minute. I must admit I felt a little anxious about what I was about to do. I looked briefly in the mirror in my room trying the visualize the reaction that mother would have when she saw me. At 22 and standing at 5’8″, I was in shape and my circumcised cock, although average, was nothing about which to be ashamed. Just before the 5 minutes expired, mother texted me “ready?” A simple “yes” was texted to her. I walked out of my door and into the kitchen. Mother appeared within seconds. She stopped about 5 feet in front of me.

I was not new to seeing naked female bodies, but I was stunned by seeing mother’s naked body for the first time. Standing in the kitchen in front of me was this older but beautiful blonde. I had seen her pretty face all my life, but I had no idea that mother’s body would appeal to me so much. Her body was perfectly tapered from her breasts to her slim waist, expanding again at her hips to frame her light blonde bush. The extra pounds at her hips gave her a Rubenesque look. Mother’s body could have been the subject of several paintings by the masters I had seen over the years. Without seeming too obvious, I tried to memorize every feature in my mind.

Mother was the first to speak. “So, what do we do now?”

“We just go about our business as usual”, I responded. “It’s just a matter of getting comfortable being naked in front of each other.” Even as I spoke those words, I knew normalcy was not going to happen. Here was mother, her nude body on display for me to see, and I was talking about getting comfortable. My mother or not, here was a beautiful woman standing naked in front of me. I could feel that familiar feeling rising within me and with it my cock beginning to harden. I had to get my mind occupied elsewhere before I got an erection.

“It’s about lunchtime, so why don’t we set the table?”, mother offered. I nodded and went to the kitchen cabinet to get the plates and glasses. I forced myself to look in every direction except mother as I set the table. Meanwhile, mother was preparing a couple of salads from the refrigerator. We carried on with small talk as we both prepared for lunch, but no matter how much I wanted to remain nonchalant, the vision of mother’s naked body kept playing over and over in my mind. Fortunately, I was able to sit down opposite her at the small, 4-person kitchen table before my slowly hardening cock became too obvious. I was grateful that mother did not suggest that we eat outside on the glass-top table on the patio.

As lunch wore on, I tried my best to look at mother’s face, but my libido kept my attention on mother’s breasts during the meal. I could not help but notice how her breasts were topped with pink nipples and areolas. Even at 45, her breasts did Magosa Escort not sag in the least. They were certainly not large, one could say even smaller than average, but their shape was perfectly matched to their size. How I carried on a conversation at all was a miracle since my subconscious kept flashing images of me as I licked those nipples in my mind. I found myself shifting from a son repulsed by the idea of my mother as a sexual object to a son who was longing to examine every inch of mother’s body. With each passing moment, my cock became harder and harder.

At last, we had both finished. Mother offered to clean up, giving me a reason to remain seated so I could conceal my erection. As mother stood to retrieve my plate, I was eye level with her pussy, which I consumed in my mind. Then she leaned in to pick up my plate, her breasts swung slightly to me. With a slight lean forward, I could have placed my lips on either tit, but I kept my composure. She walked to the sink, giving me a clear view of her teardrop shaped ass. There was no way now I could stand without revealing my erection to mother. So, I kept my seat as mother and I continued to talk about everything, about nothing.

Mother soon cleaned up and I excused myself as soon as her back was turned. Walking to my room with my back to her, my hard cock bobbed up and down with every step. Just before I turned the corner to my room, I could see mother looking into a mirror on the wall at me. The reflection clearly showed my erection for her to see. Her eyes were locked on my bobbing cock as I turned the corner. Entering my room, I closed the door and caught my breath for a few moments before I started stroking my cock with wild abandon. The experience of sitting in the same room with my naked mother along with the mental images of her naked body caused me to orgasm with a couple of minutes. Streams of cum shot from my cock into my waiting hand, causing my knees to almost buckle as I stood in my room. I stood there for several minutes, trying to process what had just happened. I had never thought of my mother in a sexual way, and here I was masturbating to her naked body. Cleaning up, I looked in the mirror to make sure no tell-tale signs of my masturbation was not visible. I walked back out to the living room.

Mother was nowhere to be seen, but I noticed that her door was closed. Walking into the kitchen, I grabbed a bottled water from the frig and walked out to the back patio. A high fence prevented our neighbors from peering into our yard, so I had completed privacy as I walked around totally nude. The feeling was totally refreshing.

Mother soon joined me on the patio and stood next to me as we overlooked the pool in our backyard. The day was unseasonable hot for San Diego, so I naturally suggested that we go for a swim. Mother quickly agreed, and we both raced each other as we dove into the pool. From the deep end, I swam underwater until I reached shallower water. As I broke the surface and stood on the bottom with my face just above the water, I saw mother coming up a couple of feet in front of me. As she broke the surface, she attempted to comb her hair back with her hands, but with her 5’2″ height, she quickly began to sink. I instinctively reached out and grabbed her arms to keep her from sinking. For a split second, I wanted to feel her pressed against me, but I resisted the urge to pull her close. Nevertheless, her proximity to me allowed her breasts to slide ever-so-slightly against my chest as I raised her head above the surface. As they did, my cock began to expand once more. I continued to hold mother up at eye level, her body now just a bare foot away. Laughing at her unintentional dunking, we continued our conversation.

“Well, I have to say this is something entirely new”, mother began. “I never knew how great it would feel to be outside nude in my own back yard. I am wondering now how it would be on the beach.”

“Me too”, I agreed. “Maybe I’ll tag along with you and Aunt Peg.” As I continued to hold her by her arms, we managed to make small talk, but I kept easing mother closer and closer to me until I felt her tits in constant contact with my chest. Meanwhile, my cock continued to grow until I could feel the tip barely touching mother’s thigh. If mother was aware of my hard cock touching her, she made no effort to push back away from me or to show any displeasure with the situation. With my mother’s naked body contacting my own, my previous lack of a sexual interest in mother was replaced with an unmistakable desire to feel my cock entering my mother’s pussy. I wanted to impale mother on my now hard cock. Nevertheless, I held back in fear of what would happen if made any further advances.

We continued to talk for some time, barely inches from one another. With the sun beginning to get low in the horizon, mother said, “I think it might be time for dinner.” And with that statement, she gently pushed back against Lefkoşa Escort my chest. I released my grip on her arms, and she swam a few feet away. Suddenly, she stopped, swam back to me, and pulled herself up by my shoulders to kiss me softly, briefly on my lips. As she did, I felt her breasts pressed against my chest in earnest. For that brief moment, I felt her breasts mashed against me, and as her body floated closer to me, my cock pressed between her legs before she again pushed off me and swam away.

As mother exited the pool, my eyes were locked on her sensuous ass as she climbed the concrete steps. Walking over to a cabinet where we kept towels, mother retrieved one and then began to dry herself. At first, her back was to me as she wiped her face and upper body. Then, with a slow, deliberate move, she slightly spread her legs and bent over at the waist. As she dried her legs, I could see the unmistakable outline of her pussy, her pubic hair surrounding those luscious lips of her vagina. After drying her legs, she slowly turned towards me. Placing the towel on her head, she began to dry her hair as she looked in my direction. She continued to dry herself in full view of me.

All the while, I just stood in the pool watching mother with no pretense of averting my eyes or to otherwise conceal my desire to see every inch of her. As if some scene in a movie, I watched her as she watched me. Having dried herself, mother asked if I was going to get out of the pool. I knew that my cock was hard, but I didn’t care. As I came out of the water, my erect cock was plain to see. I walked slowly towards mother, my cock bobbing as it had before. Mother’s eyes darted between my own and my bobbing cock. Reaching her, she took another towel and began to dry me off. Working down from my shoulders, she gradually toweled me off. As she reached my lower stomach, she paused.

“I think you can handle it from here”, she said in almost a whisper. For several seconds, we stood frozen in time as she and I looked into one another’s eyes. I could see her mouth slightly open, her breathing increasing with my own. I could feel both of us leaning in just before our trance was broken by the ringing of her cell phone. For a slight moment, I saw in her eyes the hint of disappointment, possibly anger brought on by the interrupting phone. Handing me the towel, she hurried to the kitchen to answer the call. I stood, mesmerized by the sight of my naked mother’s wiggling ass as she stepped up the three steps into our home. With heavy disappointment of what could have been, I walked into the house and into my room.

Once inside my room, I was tempted to masturbate once again, but I wanted to feel not my hand, but mother’s warm pussy surrounding my cock. I could hear her on the phone talking to a client about an upcoming trial. I knew that whatever might have occurred, the opportunity had come and past. I heard her saying goodbye. I was walking to the door when I heard mother call out to me that she was skipping dinner and going straight to bed. I yelled out goodnight to her and I heard her door close. I wanted so much to go to her bedroom, grab her up in my arms, and to force her onto her bed. But I chose to remain in my room for the rest of the night, fearing that any advance on my part would be a disaster.

The next morning was a Saturday. I woke up about 7:30 with the smell of coffee brewing in the kitchen. I quickly showered and headed out to the kitchen still naked. I did not know if mother was going to be practicing her nudity, but I was willing to continue my part. Walking from my bedroom to the kitchen, I was both relieved and excited to see mother was nude as well. Apparently, she had chosen to remain nude as well. She was pouring a cup of coffee as I entered.

“Good morning”, I began. Looking briefly in my direction, she responded in kind before handing me a coffee cup.

“I wasn’t sure if you were going to continue with our little nudity game”, mother said. “I’m glad that I am not standing here as the only one naked in the room.” She smiled as she poured coffee into my cup.

“Me too”, I said. “I was thinking how embarrassing it might have been to walk out here to see you in your usual robe. I was afraid of what you might think.”

“Bobby, I think that we need to talk about something. We are standing here in front of each other naked. I know that you are my son and I’m your mother, but we are both adults. Mother and son aside, biological urges might occur that”, she hesitated as she searched for the right words, “could complicate both of our lives. I couldn’t help but to notice that your”, she again paused, “that, as Mae West would have put it, you were ‘glad to see me.’ I’m flattered that you find your mother attractive enough to have those feelings, but we simply cannot go any further than we have. I would hate doing something that we would both regret. Don’t you agree?”

I couldn’t have disagreed more, but I knew better than to press the subject any further at this point. At the very least, I was getting to see mother totally naked, something that I didn’t want to jeopardize. So, I nodded in agreement.

“I understand, and you’re right. We need to watch ourselves.” I said approvingly. “We haven’t crossed any lines yet. Agreed?”

It was Lemmy’s turn to make breakfast and as usual he’d done it in style, his mother, Elizabeth showed her appreciation, ‘you should do it every day, it’s that good.’

‘Flattery will get you nowhere in this case,’ he replied, what have you got planned for this morning?’

‘I’m going to sort out some clothes, I’ve been dressing far too frumpy, I took the job of deacon far too seriously.’

‘You can say that again, you know something?’ He finished filling the dishwasher, if anyone had said that I would find you sexually attractive I would have thought them mad, but, and I’ve got to hand it to you, you do have a strong sexual presence, dressing elegant and sexy can only enhance it, let’s face it you used to dress to attract.’

She gave “pretend” puzzled frown; I think there’s a compliment in there somewhere, I’m just not sure.’

‘Anyway, I’ll be in the staff conference room, concentrating on my college work, come and see me if you’re bored, I’ve no particular time-table.’

‘I’ve not got very much to do; what time do you want a break and I’ll bring you a coffee.’

‘An hour and a half should be fine,’ he stood and picked up his laptop, ‘look forward to seeing you then.’

She smiled, ‘and you’ her reply.

Ninety minutes later she brought him his coffee, he looked up and saw she’d cut one of her long skirts short, it had gone from below the knee to above the knee.

She posed for him, turning sideways, then the back, each time turning her head to see his response ‘what do you think, not too short is it?’

‘Hmm, I wouldn’t recommend that you go to church in it.’

‘No chance,’ she smiled, ‘I’ve got to hem it, so it’ll be far too short to wear anywhere but in our house. What do you think, really, I mean, don’t just try and be nice.’

‘You could wear it every day of the week as far as I’m concerned,’ this seemed to ease her anxiety.

‘I’m going to send off the daily report,’ she explained, he knew this was a safeguard in case anything happened to them, the nearest small township was five miles away. It had a filling station and shop, a well-stocked shop, however, but unable to aid them if help was needed,

She took her laptop and climbed onto the small stage; it was where the manager stood to make announcements. Lemmy went back to work, it was only when he looked up sipping his coffee that he saw she was wearing stockings and a garter belt, her crossed legs gave him an uninterrupted view of her stocking top and the purple garter-belt with the strap, clipped to the stocking welt. Plus, a good expanse of white thigh.

She appeared to be engrossed in her daily report, but suddenly spoke, ‘like what you see?’

He laughed in response, ‘that’s more than elegance,’ he assured her, ‘where did you get that from, I know you used to have that gear, cos it was hung up around the bathroom at home.’

‘When we were looking for birth control pills I found lots of stuff, especially in the lost property office, and there’s a shop, I found the keys and had a look inside, it was when you were building the “Fucking Machine” as you so crudely put it.’

‘You haven’t seen it, and anyway, don’t be so dismissive, it’s a brilliant work of engineering,’ I’ll have you know.’

‘I’ll see, maybe.’

Maybe was becoming Lemmy’s favourite word, it didn’t mean NO! In fact, the way she said it, it could almost mean YES!

Lemmy was on cloud nine, she resumed her daily report and he continued looking up her skirt, until ‘that’s me finished, how about a sandwich and a beer.’

Lemmy leapt at the chance, eagerly making his way to the kitchen, he poured two beers and she made them sandwiches. After a small but pleasant meal, he asked ‘what are you doing next?’

‘I was going to hem this skirt; it should take me about thirty minutes.’

‘Is there anyway, I can help?’

She looked thoughtful, he held his breath, ‘you can help me pin up the hem.’

‘What does that involve?’

‘Come with me and you can find out,’ and so saying, she took him by the hand and into a small workshop, it had a sowing machine with cottons and pins with coloured plastic heads, also a low table which initially had Lemmy puzzled as to its use.

But then she promptly stepped up and stood on it, ‘sit on the stool, I’m going to turn the hem up by about one inch, I want you to place the pins so the hem stays in place, but the points must come through onto the outside, I don’t want you damaging my stockings so keep your eyes on the job, not up my skirt.’

Easier said than done, ‘I want your eyes level with the hem, it must be below the stocking welt,’ she lifted her skirt enough to show the welt, it thinned out where it was grasped by the garter clip, ‘you understand?’

He gulped and gasped out an okay, and a nod of the head.

He didn’t see the smile on her face, enjoying her power over him.

Regardless of her warnings, he didn’t have any difficulty seeing up her skirt, she had lilac-coloured panties on, which complemented her purple garter Girne Escort belt, ‘are stockings all the same length?’

‘Oh, I don’t know,’ she pondered this awhile, ‘I’m glad you thought of that, they’re probably not, anyway, let’s carry on as we are.’ and with that, she continued to turn up the skirt hem while he faithfully placed the pins, safely and in the correct places in accordance with her instructions.

He had moments when she was checking his handiwork to take a good look at her suspenders, connecting the garter belt to the stocking tops, he noticed the small pieces of ribbon and then the adjustment clips. ‘I think I’ve figured it out, the belt’s suspender straps allow you to adjust the length depending on the length of the stockings.’

‘She looked down, ‘I knew you’d work it out, eventually, despite the distractions,’ she was smiling, in good spirits. After each section of hem, she had to rotate. He sat on the stool, she had started at the front and now had her back to him, he was tempted to lift her skirt but sank down instead and had a cheeky look, her cheeks were full and round with no excess fat, just very shapely.

‘You don’t wear thongs,’ he made it sound like a question, and was surprised by the answer.

‘Have a look and see for yourself.’

An invite too good to refuse, and accordingly lifted her skirt, not quite up to her waist but close enough. He feasted his eyes on her femininity.

‘Ahem,’ he looked up, ‘can I have my hem back please?’

‘If you insist,’ and handed it up to her, up to now she had been leaning down and setting the hem in situ.

‘It’s your lucky day,’ she told him, totally exposing herself from the waist down, panties, the purple garter belt, he could see the hook and eyes, keeping it taut. It was fascinating.

Eventually she stood, satisfied and removed her skirt, she went to the sowing machine and sat with her back to him, he was feeling pleasantly light-headed, surprised that he only sported a semi-erection, his mother operated the machine, ‘you did a good job of placing the pins, makes my job easier,’ she complimented him. ‘You can help me with the next one.’ once finished she stepped into the skirt, approaching him, still sat low on the stool, turned, showing him front and back, ‘do you see any difference in length,’ she asked?

Before he could answer she did a complete pirouette, again the view was incredible, ‘every time I see the purple and lilac, I’ll forever remember this day,’

‘I’ll tell you what, I’ll take a stew out of the freezer, and warm it up in the microwave, we need something solid on our stomach, then a drink, and,’ here she paused for dramatic effect, maybe we can look at one of those blue movies you found,’ Lemmy understood the term “blue movie” to be an alternative for porn movie, it sounded better especially coming from the mouth of a lady.

He stood up, and had to adjust for his erection, ‘all afternoon I’ve had a semi-erection.’

‘And.’

‘It’s no longer a semi, it’s a full one.’

‘That’s good, because you’ll need it later,’ she kissed him, full lips, no tongue, more with love than passion, then, they each went off to their separate tasks.

Lemmy and Elizabeth have an excellent night at the movies.

They met back in the staff room, Lemmy had selected a small number of porn clips, he hoped he’d saved the best til the last. He’d moved a small table, so it was next to the only comfortable chair, on it were a few bottles, glasses and an ice bucket, he sat in the chair, ‘you’re going to have to sit on my knee.’

She harrumphed, ‘there’s no underlying motive here, is there?’

‘Of course,’ was his prompt reply, Elizabeth took this as a compliment and smiling sat on his lap.

‘You’ve lost your erection?’ A rhetorical question.

‘Not really, it’s just reverted to semi-erect status, but that will improve when we need it,’ he promised.

She snuggled in, she had insisted on the room being in semi-darkness, not that it was effective, there was a glow from the TV, Lemmy was satisfied that whatever they did later there would be sufficient illumination. He was turning into a voyeur.

The first clip was two men using one woman, they were all older than Elizabeth, Lemmy figured it would put her at ease, they were clearly amateurs, and the woman was enjoying it. Whenever the characters spoke, it seemed naturally unscripted, telling the woman to turn over, which she did and with alacrity, now get on all fours, etc, Lemmy noticed that all these comments or orders, caused her to sit up, he had his hands under her skirt, stroking along the suspenders, around her thighs where the nylon welt touched her skin.

It was coming to an end with one man at each end of the woman, what was called a double-pole position, but it had done its job, Elizabeth raised herself enough for Lemmy to hook his fingers around her waist elastic and lower them almost to her stocking tops.

‘Have you got a full erection?’

‘Can’t you feel Magosa Escort it?’ He asked somewhat surprised.

‘Then you know where to put it don’t you,’ she raised up again, Lemmy fumbled with his zip, for safety’s sake, penises and zips didn’t go well together he pulled out his scrotum, keeping well clear of his zip. She carefully lowered herself until his tip was nuzzled against her opening, ‘okay, are you ready,’ he answered in the positive and she continued her downwards descent, ‘oh god, that’s good,’ and squished around, pivoting on his penis, once convinced she had it all inside, she relaxed and leant back.

The next film was a housewife and a plumber, Elizabeth sat up when the scene showed the housewife straddling the plumber’s legs, he’d asked her to stand there in order to be able to switch the water on when he needed it, he said it saved him getting up and down all the time. As he worked under the sink, the camera showed the plumber’s view looking up her skirt, it showed the housewife’s underwear, stocking and a garter belt, it also showed the plumber’s bulge in his pants. He told her to try turning the tap on, it came on strong there was high pressure in the system that day and water sprayed everywhere, resulting in them both getting wet. This led to them taking off their clothes, he asked how she wanted to pay, and she asked what options were available?

Elizabeth engrossed took Lemmy’s hand and placed it under her skirt and straight to her clitoris. With little effort from Lemmy, she came at the same time as the housewife, ‘damn, I’ve always hated the character of the “randy housewife”,’ she gave a deep sigh of resignation I take it you’ve not come?”

‘No, I’m hard as the “proverbial rock”, anyway there’s another clip to watch, let me know when you’re up to it.’

She leant back on him, she displayed her usual fascination, playing with the base of his penis, he felt her fingers pressing against her lower stomach, ‘I can feel you inside me, feels quite big.’

Lemmy was beginning to regret not coming along with his mother, he knew he’d be able to recover as the last clip was the best of the three.

Elizabeth, whilst perfectly positioned on his penis pored the drinks.

Lemmy moved his hands to her breasts, she sat perfectly still while he slowly undid the buttons on her blouse, he re-arranged her bra, and scooped first one breast then the next and lay them on the outside of her bra but supported by the cups.

‘If you’ve had enough, we can stop now and resume tomorrow,’ he offered.

She swivelled around on his penis sidewards on to him, ‘no. I can manage it again but if you want to……’ and with that raised herself slightly, showing her willingness to help him orgasm.

He grabbed her hips and lowered her back down onto his lap, ‘no, we’ll carry on as planned,’ so saying he switched on the last of the porn clips.

It was a professionally made film.

Opening scene.

In a lady’s bedroom, there’s a mature and attractive woman in bra, panties, high heels and a garter belt with seamed stocking, in one hand she held a phone, while rifling through her wardrobe with the other.

‘Is that the Professor Hardwicke?’

‘Yes,’ was the reply.

‘I know you’re an expert in DNA analyses, I saw those programmes you did on tv about solving crime and I thought you could carry out tests and confirm that my son is er, is a rapist.’

‘You must inform the police, madam, sorry you didn’t give me your name.’ He answered in his rich, plummy professorial voice.

‘It’s Dickins, Amanda Dickins, and my son is Randy.’

‘Most young men are randy, Amanda, it’s to be expected.’

‘No, his name is Randy.’

‘Sorry, I do apologise.’

‘Every morning he bends me over his desk, the dining room table, or even sometimes over the freezer.’

‘Why do you allow him to er, bend you over all these items of furniture?’

‘Oh, it’s a long story, but after divorcing his dad, I got Randy into a lot of debt and as punishment he has me nearly every morning, when he has time, that is, and sometimes in the evenings, I’m never free of his sperm, swims around inside me all day,’ she sounded incredulous, in a kind of “would you believe it voice”.

‘So, if I was to come over to your home, I could extract his sperm from inside your vagina, take a swab from his toothbrush, test them, and confirm that your statement is true.’

‘Yes, exactly, if you could I would be so pleased.’

Scene 2

The mother is still in her underwear, when the professor arrives, ‘goodness me, if I may be so bold, I’m not at all surprised that your son, Randy, shows such interest in you.’

‘Well, I didn’t think it was all that worthwhile bothering to dress, considering, er,’ she paused, what you need to access.’

‘Very wise, madam, how do you want to do this?’

‘Er, maybe do it the way it went in?’

‘And how was that?’

Amanda turned and pointed to an ordinary kitchen table, ‘that one, just three Kıbrıs Escort hours ago.’

‘Well then, I expect we shall have a successful day, do be so good as to prepare and bend over, or bend over, then prepare, it’s entirely your choice.’

‘I don’t want any sperm to leak out, so I’ll bend over the table first,’ which she did. She pushed her panties down just sufficiently to allow access to her opening.

‘I arranged a chair for you, I thought you would be more comfortable.’

‘Most kind, I’m sure, now then I have a thin wooden spatula and a vial, it’s a bit like a test tube, let me know if you feel any discomfort.’ The Professor opened her labia and could just about see a viscous mass of semen, he gently inserted the spatula and scooped some out, placing it in the vial. I trust I’ve not caused you any discomfort

‘No, it’s pleasurable if anything and anyway, what my son puts in there is much more massive.’

‘Is that so, you sound almost proud of him,’ just then a large “cream pie” of sperm almost dropped out, ‘goodness me, he’s quite a stud, your son, luckily I have two vials.’ All was quiet for a minute as he scooped out as much ejaculate as he could, ‘there, you don’t have to worry about seepage I’ve got it all out. Just out of interest, what are you going to do with the….er, evidence?’

‘Nothing I just want it on record.’

‘Want what on record?’ Randy’s voice almost caused the professor to drop his vials with their precious evidence.

Amanda turned and looked over her shoulder, surprise written all over her face, Professor Hardwicke just sat on the chair red-faced and for once lost for words.

‘I wasn’t expecting you home what happened?’

‘Client didn’t pitch up, so I left early good job I did this looks interesting. Hey, I recognise you,’ speaking to the professor, ‘you’re, what’s his name, the DNA man.’ A look of understanding came over his face, ‘you’re checking out my mother for “my” DNA.’

Professor Hardwicke, who up to that point had, had a very hard prick, looked flummoxed, he garbled out an explanation, aided by Amanda, still bent over the table.

Well, I’m sorry Professor, but that’s mine and I want you to put it back where you got it from’.

Professor Hardwicke looked at Amanda’s pussy, which was only inches from his face, then turned again to look at Randy, He looked baffled, ‘I er…. erm not sure how to go about it, removing semen and such like, I can do that no problem but the er… other way.’

Randy smiled, putting the professor at ease, Randy had been half joking but thought why not, the camera man caught his expression perfectly.

‘No problem, in fact I’ll help, mother you need to lie on the couch, place your feet up by your head,’ she obeyed without protest, ‘right prof, is it okay to call you prof?’

‘Oh yes, er certainly, in the circumstances…’ his voice died away as Randy placed his thumbs on his mother’s labia and gently parted them, stick the vial in and return those poor lost little sperm to their rightful place, the professor concentrated on pouring the ejaculate back inside Amanda’s vagina, then the second, however it was so viscous it did not pour easily and merely pooled around her opening.

The professor looked at Randy eyebrows raised with a “what now” expression.

Randy looked at the ejaculate, ‘no problem, I’ll just give it a bit of encouragement,’ unzipping and pulling out his penis, ‘Mother dear,’ he asked, ‘could you turn over and get on all fours?’

‘I was wondering how you were going to solve it,’ she adopted the position as she’d been told and slowly backed up until her opening was nuzzled against Randy’s penis. The professor looked on as she slowly enclosed her pussy around his prick.

‘My goodness Amanda, what ability, Randy didn’t even have to move, obviously years of practice no doubt?’ A rhetorical question.

‘I tell you Professor, however I present myself, whether it’s the table, the desk and even the freezer in the kitchen, I can do that without looking as you have just seen.’

Professor Hardwicke noted the pride in her voice.

‘Well, I’ve shoved that back in and I’m going to add some more.’

‘Shouldn’t I go now then,’ the professor asked?

‘No, of course not, once I’ve come you can take over, add your donation.’

‘I couldn’t possibly intrude on your generous hospitality, though it’s most kind of you.’

‘Mother, you don’t mind, do you?’

‘Not in the least, I’d be only too delighted, so far, I’m thoroughly enjoying the whole afternoon’. This coincided with Randy grabbed her hips and sending spurts of his sperm deep inside her. Seeing Randy finish the professor pulled out his equipment, Randy carefully pulled out of his mother’s vagina and within five seconds the professor had taken his place, sliding into her well lubricated vagina. It took him much less time that it had taken Randy, he stood behind her reluctant to pull out, panting heavily.

‘I’ve not enjoyed anything quite so much, ever, I’m just disappointed you didn’t achieve an orgasm, Amanda, it seems so unfair,’ now sliding his penis in and out as it slowly shrank in size and reduced in hardness.

‘Oh, professor, you are so nice, don’t worry about me, Randy will give me a good seeing to as soon as he’s eaten, right Randy’.

Life can be a bitch. It can bring you down on your knees within the blink of an eye. It did that to me about two years ago. My 58 year old wife and 55 year old me filed for a divorce. We barely were able to stand each others presence anymore. It just was enough. It was time to end it.

No, we weren’t giving up on the first sight of trouble. We went through a lot of ups and down in our 35 years together. We tried to fix our relationship. We brought in professional help. We tried to light the flame in bed again. But we failed. We failed horrible. So we both decided to end our marriage.

Nonetheless it hurt. It really hurt losing her. It fucked me up. It broke my heart. Because somehow I still was in love with her. The day she moved out, I jumped onto a huge downward spiral. I lost my will to life. I saw no point in going on. I only dragged myself through my life from that day on. I stopped exercising, I stopped taking care of my house — my wife tried to get her hands on it, but luckily my lawyer knew his job — and I stopped going out at all.

All I did was dragging myself to work five days a week and watching TV while filling my body with junk food. While my home turned into a cockroaches wet dream. It stayed that way for about six months. Then I received one call. One call — that looking back from now — changed everything: It was my 32 year old daughter. She had split up with her boyfriend. The main reason was that she wanted kids, and he not. And she wasn’t getting any younger. So she asked me, her father, not her mother, for help, for a place to stay.

I drove over to my daughter’s ex boyfriends place — yes, it was his house, and his house only — the next day. I brought some friends and a small truck with me. Within a few hours we had all of her stuff loaded and were back to my place. And yes, we took my daughter with us too. Not just her stuff.

After arriving at my place, after heading in, my daughter just shook her head: “Cleaning isn’t yours dad, isn’t it?”

I shrugged my shoulders. Told my daughter that I am sorry. Then she gave out some orders. We began to clean up the place. She was the one in command of the operation. It took us two days to get rid of all of the dirt. To bring all the trash out. It sucked, it was annoying as fuck, but it I survived it.

After the house was cleaned up, we brought my daughter’s stuff in from the garage — my friends unloaded the truck while my daughter and me, her father, were cleaning the house. Space was plenty, because her mother, my ex wife took most of the furniture with her when she moved out. It was her good right to do so, because she bought it all. She was the one doing interior design in our home, not me.

It took us another day to get all the furniture, all the decorative objects into the house. It took my daughter by far longer to find the right place for everything, to turn the place into a comfy, cozy home again. But it was worth it. It made me feel better, it made her feel better. And we both needed some cheering up, because, well, our hearts were still broken.

Besides fixing up my, or better said, our place, we spend a lot of time talking with each other. We met up for dinner every night. And we talked. We talked about everything. About our past relationships, about our plans for the future, about our daily struggles. We went from a not very close father daughter relationship to friends. Within a few weeks.

Besides that, we both began to look for some new partners in our lives. We both were out on the hunt. In the dating game. Because we both were lonely. Each one of us needed company: To fuck, to found a family, to do couple things with. Each one of us went out for many dates, but in the end, all we got out of it were some totally pointless hookups. They cured horny for some time, but that was all.

Due the fact that my daughter and I were single and living in the same place, we began to hang out with each other. Watching some movie, going to the Kıbrıs Escort fitness studio together — yes, she blackmailed me into exercising again: Either you take over more of the household chores or you go and get some workouts. I chose the last one. I hate household chores.

All in all, my daughter and I got closer. No, nothing sexual was happening back then. We sometimes accidentally ran into each other naked in the bathroom, but stuff like that just happens when you life under one roof with someone.

About six months passed by. My daughter and I got along better and better with every week. Living together with her worked out better than it ever did with my wife. We split chores — I had to take care of some household stuff too, but she let me pick the chores I was okay with: I was the grocery shopper, the repair man and the laundry guy — and it worked. Without any bigger problems. We talked about it, and we both were surprised about it. Needless to say, we both liked it that way.

On the dating front, nothing changed. Each of us had some occasional hook ups, but that was all. We talked about our failures, our tiny victories. And one day, my daughter dropped a bomb. A bomb that occupied my mind for a long long time: “If other men just were like you, dad.”

I had to swallow. I asked her if I heard right. She confirmed it. Then I asked her again. She confirmed it for a second time. I was thinking okay, is my own beautiful daughter into me? Is that even possible? Can daughters think about their fathers in that way?

After our conversation in the kitchen — yes, the one where she stated that man should be like her father — things changed at home. My daughter began to drop stuff. She bent over a lot to pick it back up again. Mostly wearing some short skirt and no underwear. I always tried to be polite, to look away. But I got weak. I got curious. I began to look at her pussy when she showed her to me. My conscience went nuts, but horny me, horny me loved what she was doing. I began to pop hard wood when she was exposing herself.

But my daughter showing off, her dressing more slutty at home, wasn’t the only thing that changed. When we were watching a movie together, she came closer and closer to me with every movie night. Until our bodies were touching. She even rested her head on my shoulder. I liked that. I loved her being that close to me.

It took me some time, a few weeks at least, until I figured out, until I accepted what she was up to: She wanted to seduce her own father. But I wasn’t ready for that back then. I thought that I would never be ready for that. Because, fathers and that daughters are not doing that kind of stuff with each other.

She, my daughter clearly was okay with a daughter and her father being a loving couple. And not just that, she wanted us to be loving parents too. So she kept on seducing me. She kept up setting up things for me to run into her: She stopped closing the bathroom door while she took a shower. She rarely ever closed the door to her room when she got undressed or went to bed. She got touchier, she hugged me at every opportunity. She even began to kiss me on my cheeks. Her doing, it changed me over time. I got more and more attracted to her.

It went on that way for about three months. My daughter and I stopped dating other people in that time period. We spend most of our free time with each other. We got closer. We got a couple. I began dating my daughter, she began dating her father. I began to tease her too. I stopped hiding the bulges she gave me. I began to kiss her, to hug her. She later told me that it made her feel warm and tingly inside all the time. And it made her pussy wet too. It just was a mater of time until the two of us would land in bed. Until we would fuck each others brains out. Until we would do the unspeakable. Until a father fucks his daughter. Until a father breeds his daughter.

And it happened soon after. It happened Lefkoşa Escort without a big bang. Without any bigger romantic build up. One night, about nine months ago, my daughter came into my room. Dressed in her finest lingerie. Nervous and excited. She asked me one thing: “Can I sleep with you, in your bed, dad?”

My dick got hard within a few seconds. Impressive, for a 56 year old man. But her being in the room, wearing nothing but her finest lingerie, it made me nervous too. It took me some time to answer her question: “Yes, sure, just jump in.”

There she was. My own daughter. In her fathers bed. Cuddling next to him. Beneath one big blanket. With her wearing nothing but her finest lingerie. With me wearing nothing but my boxers. Our nearly naked bodies were touching. Her head was resting on my chest. My rock hard dick was pointing towards the ceiling.

A few minutes later kissing set in. Passionate kissing. One blanket flew through the air, landed on the floor next to the bed. My daughter climbed onto me. Our bodies touching. My hands on her damn hot 33 year old ass. Tension build up. Fuck, she was so fucking hot. She was — and is — perfect. A hotter, younger and better version of her mother, my ex wife.

We kept on kissing. Then I undressed her: Stripped off her bra and her panties. Exposed her gorgeous tits. I sucked on her hard nipples. I squeezed her boobs. Gentle. She loved it. Then she got rid of my boxers. Exposed my rock hard dick. Jerked him off. While kissing me. Some moans escaped my throat. My dick was throbbing. More than just ready to fuck. Ready to fuck my own daughter.

But she wasn’t ready to fuck. She placed her pussy on my face first: “Eat me out, dad. Taste my sweet pussy.”

I tasted her pussy for the first time. I was addicted. I buried my tongue as deep inside her as possible while she was fucking my face. She was more than just wet. Her juices were running down my cheeks. Fuck, yes. I jerked off my rock hard dick while she was ridding my face.

When she had enough — yes, she normally is the one in control in bed, and in the house too — after she had her first orgasm, she moved backwards, placed herself above my cock and let him slid inside her pussy. I had to let out a loud moan. So did she. My daughter riding, or better said using my rock hard dick as her living dildo felt nothing but awesome. She clearly had only one goal in mind: Bringing herself to an orgasm.

She rode me the way she loved it. Nothing but a turn on for me. Her moaning got more intense. My balls began to ache. I was getting closer. She went faster. Harder. She took me balls deep. Then she came. Her legs were shaking. She screamed out: “Yes, daddy. Breed your fucking daughter. Breed me.”

Listening to her moaning gave me the rest: I came too. My swollen balls emptied themselves into my daughters pussy. I came hard. A great orgasm. I dumped a huge and nasty load between her legs. Me doing so put a huge fucking smile on her face. She bowed down, with my half hard dick still in her pussy: “Yes, dad. Empty your loads into my unprotected pussy. Make me, your daughter, a proud mom.”

Fuck. What had I done? Dad’s don’t breed their daughters. Fucking horny me. But it felt so good. It was such a great fuck. And I bet she was lying. She was on birth control, for sure. Well, I was wrong. Terrible wrong. We had a talk the day after. She confirmed that she wasn’t planing to use any methods of birth control for the rest of her life. She wanted to get a mommy. I, I had to think about it for some time. For about 5 minutes. Then I hugged her, told her that I wanted to have kids with her too. She was smiling. I was smiling.

Then I bent her over the kitchen table. I pulled down her pants and panties. I fingered her greedy, already wet pussy for some time. She began to moan. Then I rammed my rock hard dick as deep inside her unprotected pussy as possible. All I was whispering in her ear was: “Daddy Girne Escort is breeding you now.”

I could feel how her body trembled from excitement. She clearly was into it to: “Yes daddy, breed your own daughter. Make her happy, make her a mom.”

Her pussy wrapped herself around my dick, perfect. I fucked her hard. Fast, and deep. I used her, I used her fuck hole to relieve my urges. And my urges only. She loved it. She loves to be in command, she loves to be dominated from time to time. I love her for being like that.

But back to the action. My dick was sliding in and out of her pussy. Her moaning, her screaming got more intense with every thrust. My balls began to ache. My dick was ready to explode. Then, one more thrust, and boom, an orgasm went off in my head. My daughter came with me. My balls unloaded their breeding load. We hugged, we kissed for some time after we both were done. We were looking forward to raising our offspring together.

After it was clear that we wanted to produces some offspring, after our first two fucks, the ice was broken. We began to fuck like some rabbits. Everywhere, all over the house: In the living room, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, in her old bedroom — yes she was sleeping with her dad from that day on, but we had to keep her room up and running, in case some visitors came over — literally everywhere.

But when we were out of the safety of our house, we had to be careful. We had to keep our distance. No kissing at a romantic place, no quick fuck in the restaurant bathroom while having a romantic dinner, nothing. And to be honest, that sucked ass big time. We wanted to act like the loving couple we were all the time and everywhere, not just behind some save walls at home. And it was not only about the two of us: We wanted our future kids — yes, plural, we want to get more than just one — to grow up in an as ordinary, as normal way as anyhow possible.

We sat together for a long time. We did a lot of brainstorming. In the end, there was one conclusion: We had to move out of town. We had to leave our great hometown. The town we both grew up in, the town where all our friends were living. It was the only way to live an ordinary life, as a couple. As wife and husband.

So I put the house on the market for sale. The people that were asking why I did that got the following answer: I tried really hard to live in that place. But memories from my past, from my failed marriage were everywhere. So I decided to move elsewhere. For a fresh new beginning. My friends, my relatives, they all accepted that answer and wished me all the best.

What they didn’t knew was that my daughter was moving with me. She told people that she had a job offering in a town far away. A well payed one. And that there was nothing left here in her hometown that gave her a reason to stay. And that bad memories of the past were hunting her too. Again, people accepted her saying.

In our new hometown, my daughter and I weren’t father and daughter anymore. We were a married couple. I gave her my ex wife’s wedding ring — no she didn’t got to keep it after our divorce, the ring was running in my family for generations — and I might have found someone that fixed the paper work for us. We now where officially married. We fucking loved it. We were finally free.

Now, about two years after my divorce, two years after my life got smashed into pieces, everything is fine, we — my 34 year old daughter, sorry wife and 60 year old me — are looking forward to the day that our first kid gets born. Yes, I knocked her up a few months ago. A dad successfully planted his seed into his daughters belly. The doctors say that the kid will be perfectly fine. No genetic errors, no sickness, nothing was found. We visited the best specialists on that field that money can buy.

And yes, pregnant sex is awesome. My wife is constantly horny. Her hormones are going wild. We fuck all day long. And, wait, her car is coming up the driveway to our new home. My new wife, my daughter, she is back from a shopping trip. She was out buying some clothes for her and the baby. Now she is back. And she for sure will cure my hard one. The hard one I got while writing those lines. All the best to you, I have to leave. I have to fuck.

Author’s Note:

Hey folks! I know this is a bit late; I wanted to ensure I could release it alongside Ch. 4 to force myself to stop procrastinating.

Thank you for your support, I love this community

*DING-DONG*

The familiar chime of our doorbell bounced down the hallway and into the kitchen, snapping me out of my haze and renewing the anxiety I had been avoiding all morning.

Shit, already? It can’t be ten yet! I checked the oven clock and cursed myself for letting time get ahead of me. I’d barely slept a wink after my night with Sean, so time was bending itself as it always did after a lack of sleep.

Donald had left for his retreat only a couple of hours ago, and wouldn’t be back for at least a few days. Lucy was gone as well, having left before I was out of bed, without so much as a note, much like I would have at her age. I knew she wouldn’t be home until tomorrow morning at the absolute earliest, and when she did come home, she would be belligerently hungover.

With the house empty except for a still-sleeping Sean, I had invited my sister over in the hopes of flaunting my son in front of her. Granted, I planned on letting her have her fun, but slow, methodical teasing was still in the cards.

Lo and behold, though not to my surprise, Caitlin turned up early. She rapped on the door, hard, not letting common courtesy deter her. “I know you’re home, Sophie! Let me in, you slut!”

“It’s open!” I hollered from the kitchen, tossing the dishtowel on the counter before smoothing down my skirt.

Caitlin burst through the door with a mischievous smile on her face, scanning the front hall for her nephew. “Where is he?” She was a starved lioness being teased with supper, and patience was not on the menu.

“First of all, it’s nice to see you, too.” I opened my arms for a hug, and Caitlin embraced me as tightly as she could. She resumed her search and asked, again, where my son was. “Somebody’s eager, I see.”

“Is that a bad thing?” Her eyebrow peaked, but she gave up her search and turned her attention to me.

“It is when you’re screaming my name and calling me a slut for all my neighbors to hear!” I folded my arms across my chest. “Was I unclear about the importance of discretion?”

“Okay, okay, sorry!” She held up her hands as if to defend herself from my verbal punches. “To be fair, I haven’t seen him in a while, and I talk to you every other week. I was a little afraid you might start without me.”

“I promised you I’d wait, and I’ve been good.” I winked. “Silly me, how can I possibly ask you to prioritize your own sister over some dick?”

“Some dick?” She was taken aback. “The way you talked about it; I’m expecting this to be the dick. Like, the dick of all dicks.”

“I’ll let you judge for yourself,” I said, to which Caitlin clapped her hands excitedly. I shushed her, gesturing towards the stairs. She toned her enthusiasm down and bit her lower lip to stay quiet, though she remained unabashed in her excitement to witness my son’s size for herself.

I pinched the shoulder of her knee-length jacket and arched an eyebrow. “Why exactly are you wearing this thing? You’re aware it’s summer, right?”

Her eyes rolled so far back the whites of her eyes threatened to eclipse her vision. “Oh please, I have more on my mind than the weather. But I didn’t want to walk around wearing this.” Before I could ask what “this” was, Caitlin peeled off her top layer and my eyes jumped from my skull.

Underneath her jacket was a shockingly revealing dark black full-piece bathing suit that did next to nothing to hide her body from prying eyes. Ample cleavage threatened to spill out from the skintight garment, though her bulging ass cheeks were in competition to escape first.

I had always teased Cait that she looked like Katy Perry would have if she’d opted to have kids fresh out of university, with just enough of (what I affectionately referred to as) the “Mommy-pudge” that came with having children.

Admiring how she fit herself into something so small caused me to miss the diamond cut out in the fabric over her tummy, exposing her belly button and pushing the tiniest bit of mommy pudge through the hole. This wasn’t from her usual wardrobe; she never wore anything this revealing unless she was trying to impress somebody, which she hadn’t for many years.

Caitlin had always been a fair bit taller than me, and her proclivity towards high heels didn’t help. Even now, in open-toed flats, she managed to look down on me, which is expected of an older sibling, but I had my own advantages over her.

My breasts were too large to be considered “modest.” It ran in our family, a famous complaint of our mother, but we learned to work with what we had. What Caitlin had, against all sensibility, were a pair of breasts even larger than mine. Perhaps her taller frame permitted them to grow so impressively. She’d sacrificed some Girne Escort of their pertness after having children, whereas I managed to retain a subtle bit of perk that most mothers have to say goodbye to when they start breastfeeding.

Caitlin was one of those mothers, but she was far from upset about it. She would argue, often, that hers were the better pair. They swung low, not quite to her belly button, but low enough that when she bent over, she could get them impressively close to the floor without falling over. It was next to impossible to contain them in a commercially available bra, so seeing her with nothing but a weak bathing suit to hold them back meant they would likely escape if she wasn’t careful.

Though her outfit didn’t show it, her two jiggling mounds were capped with dark, puffy nipples, compared to my bright pink ones, with slightly larger areolas. The suit mainly served to accentuate her curvy figure and make her booty, hidden underneath laughably small denim shorts, look much bigger than mine, even though I remained the reigning booty-queen of our duo. I cursed myself for not wearing something sexier, but a quick self-assured pat of my rounded, pear-shaped bum alleviated those woes.

“Like what you see?” she said, brushing a strand of dark brown hair over her ear and feigning ignorance, posing like a traditional pin-up girl against the doorframe.

I hadn’t even realized I was staring, but quickly averted my eyes under scrutiny, blushing profusely. “You know I do.” My gaze unconsciously wandered back to her. “Those aren’t your shorts.”

“Right you are!” She stuck a thumb under the waistband and showed what little room she had to squirm around in. “They’re Allie’s.”

“I don’t think I’d be able to fit into Lucy’s clothes.” To be fair, Caitlin was hardly fitting into hers, either. Her bum was peeking out from under the garment, looking for attention now that they were given a chance to breathe. “They don’t look all that comfortable.”

“They really aren’t, but I didn’t wear them for my own enjoyment.” She reached around her sizable backside and jiggled the exposed flesh, ripples moving beneath her shorts.

I momentarily forgot why I invited my sister over, but it all came rushing back in a bout of mild panic. My entire night had been spent anticipating her arrival, but now that she was standing in my foyer, I was aware of how peculiar our situation was. “I didn’t tell him you were coming over.”

“Should you have?” She strode further into the house with me hot on her heels. “He would have said yes, so we might as well surprise him.”

“I guess so.” I tried not to let the anxiety seep into my words, but Caitlin knew me well enough to catch it. She shot me a knowing look as I searched for comfort. “I’m not overreacting, am I?”

“Soff, baby, you have nothing to worry about.” Her tone was soft and reassuring. “I know we haven’t been…intimate in a while, but I really miss you, and I miss Sean, too.”

“I hate that–“

“Word,” she said, finishing my sentence. “I know you do, but it’s true. I don’t even remember what your pussy looks like, let alone your tits.” She reached out and cupped the latter, rubbing her thumbs across my clothed nipples until tingles woke me up from the inside out. “Let’s just…hang out for the day, and see where it takes us?”

My nerves subsided a little bit. Caitlin always knew how to talk me down, and truth be told, she was right. I was paranoid for all the right reasons–inviting my sister over to tag team my son was certainly unfamiliar territory–and I hadn’t given myself more than a day to consider the repercussions. I didn’t really imagine anything would go wrong, but my worries persisted despite the assurance of my instincts.

I changed the subject to keep myself distracted. “So, you dressed like…that, just to come ‘hang out’, is that right?” Now it was my turn to arch my brow with suspicion.

“I dressed like this because I don’t want to look like his aunt if I’m going to let your son fuck me.”

“If?”

She paused. “You’re right: when. Speaking of when…”

I waited for her to finish, but she must’ve thought I caught her implication. “When what?”

Cue a second eye roll. “Your bum, remember? You promised! Is that still a when? Or has it been downgraded to an if?”

Fuck. I forgot.

“I’m…well, uh, I’m not really sure.” This was true. I knew that I had promised her, and vicariously my son, entry to my backdoor. Caitlin’s state did not waver, prompting further honesty. “I’m nervous. Nobody has been back there since…well, you.”

“Nobody?”

“I don’t count Donald,” I spat dryly. “We’ve only done it twice, and I haven’t enjoyed it with anyone since you.” Even with Caitlin at the helm, I wasn’t the biggest fan of having my bum explored. Truthfully, knowing how intensely most men loved anal gave me incentive to let my son try at Magosa Escort least once, but it was a lie to say I was worry-free.

“Sean isn’t Donald, and you know that. Donald barely helped raise the kid. Lucy has more of him in her than Sean does. Your boy is all you–be proud of that.”

I blushed almost as much as I had seeing Sean naked, and I was grateful for it. “Thank you, Caitlin. Can we just sit for a minute? I don’t wanna wake Sean up yet. I imagine he’s pretty tired.”

“I could go for a tea.” She plopped down on the sofa. “You have quite the adventure to tell me about. Care to spill?”

With the kettle on and two mugs prepped with bags of Earl Grey, I sat on the sofa next to Caitlin. “Where do I even start?”

“At the beginning.” Easier said than done. The ‘beginning’ didn’t exactly start the night before.

So I told her how it began. Complete accuracy would be impossible. I was unaware, or unwilling to admit, for a long time that my feelings for Sean did more than confuse me. He was my first child, so I never questioned the way he made me feel, but when Lucy was born, I realized it had always been a different kind of love that I harbored for Sean.

I loved Lucy very, very much, that won’t be questioned, but it was not in quite the same way I fell in love with her brother. Experiencing strictly parental love for her made me question if I could ignore the way Sean excited me. He made me feel like I was young again, chasing a boy in daydreams as often as in real life, superficially aware that it could never be.

All that changed when Donald, Lucy, and I went on vacation without Sean a number of years ago, I explained. Unable to remove him from my mind, I started sending photos of our trip that had a very ‘wish you were here’ vibe to them. Before I understood what I was doing, or why, the photos began to take on a life of their own, aching for Sean’s attention for reasons I could not explain.

I took to adding flirty captions, posing in ways a sother shouldn’t, and sending them directly to him instead of tagging them on Facebook. I told myself I was just having fun; we had always been a tad flirty but without analyzing why that was. I ignorantly assumed it was how any sother would behave in my shoes. If I had taken a moment to consider my actions, I may have seen what my brain was subconsciously vying for, but instead I was complacent in pretending we had a normal relationship.

The change of dynamic was not lost on Sean. His responses became more verbose, his replies quicker and more frequent until I was essentially spending the whole trip in a PG-13 sexting haze with my son. Nothing we did ever crossed the line, so I thought nothing of it, until one night a fiendish idea crossed my mind.

Before we began to drift, my wearing a bikini all day was a constant turn-on for my Husband. He took more revealing photos of me in that short week than he ever had, before or since. One particularly engrossing photo was known to rev his engine, so I saved it to my phone in case I ever needed a secret weapon.

The need for such a weapon came when I was feeling under the weather one night. Not wanting to halt the festivities, I opted to stay in while Donald went to a bar with a couple of the other husbands we had met on our trip. Lucy was off with some guy, leaving me all alone with my thoughts. I wouldn’t say I’m immune to jealousy, so halfway through the night I wanted to send Donald that particular photo just to get a rise.

At the sound of the kettle I filled our mugs, setting the tea to steep. I went on.

Staring at my phone, I told her, message loaded and ready to fire, I succumbed to my routine of the week. Before I had even typed Donald’s name in the “To:” line, my fingers took charge and put in Sean’s name instead. While I initially laughed off the mix-up, a moment of reflection elicited strange, unmotherly emotions that I wasn’t strong enough to shake.

A teeny, insignificant voice pleaded with me to reconsider, but my mind was made up. I internally promised myself to play it off like an accident, though it was anything but. I sent my son a photo clearly displaying a healthy portion of my vagina and most of my bottom, stained with recently acquired tan lines, and both my breasts hanging heavy from my chest as I bent over. It was one of the sexiest photos I’d ever seen of myself–and Sean should have never seen it.

But if he hadn’t, we wouldn’t be here, would we?

“Wow.” Caitlin was (almost) speechless, both hands wrapped around the mug she had yet to drink a single drop from. “One photo is all it took, huh?”

I shrugged. Knowing my sister so often craved attention, no insult meant, now that I had hers undivided, I made good use of it. I sipped my tea. “Hard to say. I don’t know when he started feeling like I was more than just his mother, but that photo seems like the thing that made the biggest difference.”

Caitlin Kıbrıs Escort bit her lip again, this time likely unaware she was doing so. “Speaking of, uh, big differences, does he take after his Father?”

I tried, I really did, but I couldn’t hold back a hearty chuckle. “Absolutely not, and thank God, right? Do you remember, and I mean this was years ago so it’s fine if you don’t, but do you remember that night–“

“When we saw Dad’s dong?” Caitlin was fully aware of my point and cut me off, all but foaming at the mouth as she did. “It was a sleepover, right? I kinda feel bad for the other girls there, but when he gets that drunk, he doesn’t notice anybody. Not even his daughters.”

“Or our many, many friends.”

“Friends that love to tease, evidently. They didn’t let that go for years.” She took her first sip of tea and scrunched her nose. “Not sure what there was to tease about; if Sean has half the package he did, I’ll be a very happy auntie.”

A brief silence unfolded and I wanted to give Caitlin a chance to process, so I nodded my head towards her mug. “Cold?” I asked, grabbing her cup.

I placed my empty cup on the side table and took hers to the microwave. Our house is open-concept, so as the buttons beeped on the machine, I only had to raise my voice a touch to call to my sister. “And how would you feel if he was, perhaps, a bit bigger than Dad was?”

“Shut up!” Rapid footsteps approached the kitchen. Caitlin popped her head around the corner, eyes like frisbees. “Don’t play games with me, Soff. That’s a tall order to fill.”

“Fill being the understatement of the year.” I sheepishly nodded down towards my lower half.

“Oh my God, okay, please shut up? If you aren’t going to wake him, you’re going to have to distract me, like, fucking ASAP.” Caitlin was joking, but not entirely.

“I mean, look, it was dark when we saw Dad, but Sean is…I’ve seen it up close.” That wasn’t enough for her; she was eagerly waiting for the conclusion to that thought. “And he’s large, to say the least.”

Caitlin clasped her hands together and held them to her chest with a glow that suggested she’d just been asked to prom. “Oh, thank God he is, I didn’t wanna drive all the way out here for anything less than average–I’ve got that at home in spades.”

“So, you just have no qualms about cheating on your husband? That’s not…weird to you?”

“Extremely weird,” she said, nodding, “but that didn’t stop you, did it? Sometimes you have to do things for the greater good.”

“The greater good, meaning…”

Through her shorts Caitlin patted her clam. “The greatest good there is!” She set her mug down; it brandished the red lipstick mark of a single sip. “It’s way too hot for this stuff, can we go outside? I didn’t wear this just because it makes me look good.”

With a half-hearted glance to the stairs to confirm Sean was still asleep, I stood up and shuffled Caitlin out of her seat. “Fine, fine, go wait outside while I rinse these out.”

“I’m not waiting! It’s crazy hot out there, your pool is calling to me.” She closed her eyes in wistful thought. “Come find me when you’re changed.”

I looked down at my outfit, tugging on the loose-fitting shirt I’d hastily thrown on that morning. “What’s wrong with this? I think I look okay.”

“Is okay the height of your standards?” We both knew it wasn’t, but I lacked the forethought to wake up dressed to impress. “I get that he’s already seen what’s underneath, but men love unwrapping their presents. Put a bow on it.”

“I think I jumped the gun already.” I twisted a rope of hair around my middle finger. “Showing up to his room undressed seemed presumptive, so I made sure his, uh, ‘gift’ was wrapped.”

“Stop teasing me with details like that if you aren’t gonna wake him up–you’re torturing me.” Cait pranced out the door, entrancing me with her butt jiggle, humming the chorus to “California Gurls” to herself as she went.

I dumped the mugs in the sink, which took all of eight seconds, but even a fraction of that spent thinking to myself risked seclusion in my own thoughts. Shaking my head didn’t correct my bearings, but I refused to overthink the situation I’d put myself in any longer.

Dammit, Sophie, you’d better be ready for this. I stroked my brow and forced my body to calm down. With my center found, I unstuck my clammy feet from the tile and headed upstairs. I hadn’t spoken to my son since our encounter, and I realized I was nervous to see him again. They were giddy, happy nerves that filled my gut with butterflies.

Each step towards the second floor was methodical, slowly closing the distance between me and my (presumably) sleeping son. Short of breath, yet determined, I paid no mind to the sickening creaks of the hardwood stairs beneath my toes.

My quick breathing did little to subside my anxiety, and, standing directly outside his bedroom, my stomach churned in anticipation of our impending reunion.

The slow groan of Sean’s door was even louder than the steps, or so it felt. It was loud enough to mask the sound of his lumbering snores, giving me just enough confidence to close the door behind me and tiptoe towards the foot of his bed.

This is part 4 of a long 8-part story that builds while providing plenty of plot twists. Everyone having sex is at least 18. This story is a work of fiction. I made it all up. Check reality at the door and enjoy it for what it is, a fun story. Special thanks to rancher46 and RF-Fast for editing my story.

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Chapter 16 — Home

Carla points at two guards, “Do you need help getting him and our luggage to our room?”

The guards look at mom; Mom says, “Give them her mother’s room. They can use that until we add on to the castle.” Mom points at another woman, “Beverages and food for my son and his girlfriend.”

Carla is going to object, mom cuts her off, “Until he asks, and you say yes, you’re his girlfriend. Go take a nap. We have government business to attend to, and then I will check up on you two.”

Mom has the look of an angry woman on her face as she addresses her Cabinet, “I gather you noticed there are many empty seats today. Those missing all conspired against me. They’re dead. Many corporate owners or CEOs are also dead for their parts in either trying to kill me or stop the peace conference. Funny thing, their replacements happened immediately, and they too were going to continue with the plan.

“Women from that group and from the following group have also died. I wonder, how many of you will get promoted and think they can still make the old way work? How many new cabinet members will try to continue with their plan?

“That killer, who was here earlier? She left. Her friends, people you don’t know, are still here. My son is watching, and he has very good, loyal people. Be careful of what you say and what plans you make. Your first task is to decide who takes the prestigious jobs, swapping positions, and who we promote from the groups with no manager.

“Samantha, you are my

now. You wrangle this group and get me some answers. Go to the back of the room and discuss. You three,” indicating her daughters, “What do you want to do?”

Tamara smiles, “I want to work for Tim.”

Her mother smiles, “Nice try. Other than Samantha’s job, does anything interest you? Or do you want to remain a princess?”

Tamara is first to say, “No. It’s time we grow up and learn how to rule. Starting with a cabinet position will be a good start. I want the utilities.”

Her mother is impressed, “That’s a rough one. We need lots of modernizing and have no money for it.”

Tamara adds, “Storms do damage, yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it. I want to test myself.”

*****

Meanwhile, I wake up while being wheeled down a long hallway with old pictures of people on the wall.

Carla notices that I am awake, “Stay seated; we’re going to mom’s room for a nap.”

I inquire, “Your mom has her own room in this palace? Wow.”

Carla chuckles, “Both moms try to outdo each other with the fanciest of everything. They each have rooms for each other that are amazing. Remember the first dinner and the dresses they wore? Those each cost a mint.”

We turn a corner, and there is a fantastic door. It’s 3D in the shape of a rose. They carved it out of wood. It’s massive, yet a slight pull easily opens the door. Inside is a magical fairyland. The walls are painted like an enchanted forest on a light cloudy day. There is a pond in the corner with a waterfall.

The furniture is whimsical or in the shape of an animal. I see Unicorns, dragons, and beautifully colored birds in huge cages. Everyone stands in awe of the fantastic room. I stand up, not even realizing that I did.

The canopy bed is covered in white and pink tulle. The ancient Greek bath is straight out of a movie. A small area holds hot and cold food while another holds hot and cold beverages. The place truly is amazing.

I walk out towards the balcony, and some type of fruit is starting to bloom. The terrace looks out on acres of gardens that are manicured to perfection. The view is spectacular.

I am broken from my trace by Carla pushing me towards the bed. I take off my pants and shirt before crawling into bed. Food and drink just showed up. Carla is picking something out for us to eat and drink. I love this bed; it’s firm yet fluffy. The pillows are supportive and soft at the same time.

Carla has way too much fun feeding me. I feel like a toddler. She decided I had enough, and its nap time for me. I don’t want a nap. Carla doesn’t care. She has me lay down, and then she curls up in front of me.

*****

Four hours later, mom is waking us up.

Mom starts us off with, “Four more deaths have been reported. Nobody was in a government position, at least. I will address the planet again tonight to announce the promotions and changes in my Cabinet. There are grumblings and protests because of my changes in policy about men. That will grow and become a serious issue.

“When you are outside of the castle walls, you will take plenty of security with you. I feel there is something more still brewing. Someone is orchestrating all of this. Lefkoşa Escort Someone is organizing the anti-men protests. I would like your people to help. I don’t feel safe.”

That’s quite the bombshell.

I lament, “It’s going to be harder now. They won’t use technology to communicate. That’s the first thing we will look for.” I can see that I have confused them. “OK, let me make this easy. Two people pass ten email and text messages a day for two years. Now it’s only two and its places and times.

“Could be they moved closer. It could be their planning a hostile takeover. False leads now mean they’re part of it. It’s going to get weird out there. Carla, better let your mom know.”

Carla enables her personal communicator, “Hello Zai.”

She calls my ship?

Carla smiles at me and my surprised look, “Tell mommy I want my six and to be careful. Tim says it’s not over yet. He also suggested they aren’t using technology for communication anymore. Stay safe. Zai put a priority on that message. I want you to take it personally. Thank you. Bye.”

My girlfriend just talked to MY ship, gave her orders, and Zai accepted them as if they came from me.

Carla is giggling from my shocked reaction to the handling of MY ship. She moves closer to me, wraps her arms around me. With light pressure, she kisses me.

As Carla pulls away, she looks up at me and says with a timid voice, “Sorry. Even Zai knows I outrank you. I am a woman.” She then laughs hard. “Oh Tim, there is no way she follows my orders unless she knows you would agree with them. Mom understands that ‘My Six’ are my six personal bodyguards. She had the best six assembled and trained to protect me in her realm. Mom knew that I would replace her someday.

“With killing all those trying to remain at war now done, I thought I would be safe. It’s nothing, but I think it’s the safe thing to do. Mom and my sisters also have exceptional people. I think we need to recruit a set for you.”

I was going to object, but mom cut me off, “I’ve already started the process. Your mother explained how she handles security. I never needed it before. I guess I was naive. With your six being experienced, I will put them in charge of our personal security force.

“When your six get here, you have appointments with an architecture firm and an interior decorator. They will help you build and decorate a home inside the castle walls overlooking the garden. I am customizing a pod car for you. It will have all the latest security features.”

I cut in, “Looking at the clock, it’s almost time to address the planet.”

Mom laughs, “They can wait. You two, get some sleep. I will be back later tonight. I want to snuggle up and get a great night’s sleep. The stress is bothering me, and you’re perfect for releasing stress Tim.”

Carla has an evil smile on her face, “I thought you said sleep? Stress release sounds more accurate.”

Mom is immediately defensive, holding up her hands in a stop position, “Oh no, he’s your man. I slept in his arms once, and it was awesome.”

Carla quickly changes to a dreamy smile, “Yes, it is.”

Mom saunters out of the room. Carla pulls the blanket over us. I am asleep in moments.

*****

It’s only thirty minutes later that I am woken up. Carla is moaning loud, and I soon have a huge smile on my face at how ingenious my girlfriend is. We are spooning with her in front of me. She maneuvered my cock into her juicy peach. Even on her side, she is sliding her body over the satin sheets to fuck herself on my cock.

It’s not even, and she’s working too hard to achieve orgasm. I can make this better. I already have an arm around her. In a flash, my other arm holds her hard to my chest, still laying on my side. The arm against the bed pushes me up to my knees, bringing Carla with me. Now I am sitting up in bed, on my knees. My free arm grabs her left arm while my arm that was holding her body slides back to the other arm. I let both arms go and grab again at her elbows. PERFECT!

She is now on her knees and leaning forward. That gives me room to roll my hips and propel my cock into her juicy pussy. She loves sex, but this is the first time she’s been this excited and producing so much liquid. Carla starts with a growl that quickly crescendos into a loud, embarrassing scream as I push forward. Every lance is a scream.

Each scream is louder as I slowly increase the speed. This isn’t a loving fuck; no, this is pure unadulterated LUST. She is horny and taking what she wants, me. I am giving her exactly what she wants and both of us are loving it. I hope mom is done with her speech.

Twenty minutes in, and Carla’s losing her voice. I move to speed fucking. Typically, I move to a fast rate and then save the fastest for the end. She might hurt her voice, so she gets my fastest now. No more screaming. She is fighting just to hold on, trying not to orgasm. She wants that orgasm to build in intensity. I want her to Girne Escort rest, so I am doing everything I can to make her orgasm now.

In between deep breaths, I say, “This one will give you, our child.”

A typical scream is guttural, low pitch, and loud. Carla produced some type of scream closer to an opera singer’s note. She held it long, and it matched the opera singer’s energy. It started off as a solid high pitch. As time marched on, she lost energy, the volume trailed off, and the pitch lowered.

I am cold and weak; I let go of her arms. My cock is pulled out as she falls forward. Immediately, two women come to our aid. They dry us off and hold us tight. We are given oxygen. OK, is this really necessary? This seems like overkill. Mom did this. It’s a nice gesture being toweled off. Perspiration causes chills. Remove it, and you don’t get cold as fast. I don’t need oxygen, though, nor someone to hold me. I want Carla.

I politely sit up and pull Carla to me.

I tell the two assistants, “I got it now. The towels were nice, the holding was cute, but the oxygen was unnecessary.”

Bev tells me, “Sorry, Queen’s orders. My monitor said you were both low on oxygen; that was my call. You two were amazing. I volunteer to help train men when you get to it. Carla obviously had a fantastic time. I could use some of that.”

Carla isn’t moving, but she quickly responds, “Tim is taken. Not all men are as awesome, and we are in love. Both make a big difference. However, a real cock is VERY satisfying. OK, the one I have is VERY satisfying. I don’t have any other experience, and I don’t want any other man.”

I add, “It’s more than a physical connection between us. When you find the right partner, you will understand.”

I fall back into the pillows. Carla cuddles up with me. Her head is on my chest, and her fingers outline my muscles. She has a fantastic smile on her face. She’s also purring like a kitten.

*****

Four hours later and mom comes into the room. The lights turn on, and that wakes Carla and me. Mom looks fatigued. She’s had a long, hard night. Mom sits on the edge of the bed, opposite Carla. She is removing her dress. Bev helps her.

I cautiously ask mom, “Something wrong? You look worn out.”

Mom has a deep sigh before softly saying, “A good friend of mine was promoted two days ago. She was killed tonight. Most of my cabinet members have stopped using electronic communications. Are they plotting or scared? Then to top it all off, ten minutes into my speech, I could hear you two going at it. I turned red from embarrassment.

“I added a line to my speech, ‘That is what it sounds like for a woman to have sex with a man.’ I was still embarrassed. The shopping can wait for Carla’s six to arrive. There is no need to risk it without them around. Now move over; I need room. I’m tired.”

I moved over into the center of the large bed. Mom waited for Carla to claim her space. Once Carla is settled, mom cuddles in on the opposite side. I have one arm around each woman. We all quickly fall asleep.

Chapter 17 — Shopping

We all are shocked awake from a distant explosion. We all scurry out of bed to use the washroom and shower. We showered together to speed things up. Due to the tragic event, all we did was a shower. While drying off, Bev interrupts us.

Bev says respectfully, “Your Highness, a Department of Agriculture building was blown up this morning. Security, cleaning, and maintenance personnel were in the building. Three hours later, and it would ….”

No more words are needed.

Mom is hostile at me now, “Why don’t you get your people on this new issue? People are dying, and you’re doing nothing!” We need the help.

I roll my eyes, “No.”

Even Carla questions me, “No? You won’t help out?”

I shake my head sadly, looking at the floor. How do I explain the obvious?

I walk to the table. I pick up some clean sliced fruit and a fork. Then I grab some apple juice. I sit down, and even though I selected a fork, I use my fingers to pick the fruit to eat. I smile as I see this irks both mom and Carla. They can finally agree on something. I dare not smile.

I start my argument, “I have a highly specialized team of people that are trying to keep us alive by weeding out the rotten eggs. You’ll have me split up my team so that half of them do something they’re not experts at, and then I only have half a team trying to keep us alive. I say no.

“What I will do is sit back and make them follow the rules of engagement. They will call a second team specializing in terrorism and civil disobedience to solve that issue. All my teams play chess; they may be on the way already.”

Carla reservedly asks, “How big is your organization?”

I grin, “Massive. Every civilized planet, moon, and orbiting space stations have my people. Each location is autonomous; I can’t make every decision. I control many specialists, and we consult on bigger issues. Magosa Escort My one rule is: Make the Universe a better place for humans when the local government can’t or won’t. We can’t get involved with individuals unless they are particularly offensive. We stay out of the public eye. I was amazed when Vanessa sat on the stage. I am sure there was a reason, but that is something we avoid.”

*****

We spend the day analyzing data. Mom visited the scene and made another speech. The following day, we plan what we want in our new house. I didn’t see the need to have a bedroom for Monica as mom had one. I lost that battle when she pointed out that we will have children and there is no way her mother will sleep very far from them.

I can see my mother doing the same thing. We will have a bedroom for each sister and her mother. Each will accommodate a partner and babies in the case of the sisters. This is so not what I wanted to do today.

That night Zai returned with fifteen security people. Mom’s people blew a gasket. Six for Carla, six for me, and three officers to coordinate and scout areas. They agreed to work with mom’s people to cross-train. Carla and I like that, if nothing else, they learn to work together as a team.

*****

Finally, we are on our way to see a few of the area’s best architects. I’m looking forward to starting on our house. I have never had a place, and the idea of having a permanent home is incredible to me. I am excited, yet my mind is busy with all the ways this can go wrong today. If they are willing to blow up a building, killing me could be the top of their list.

Both teams agree that they haven’t had enough time to plan another attack, so we should be safe. I smile; if I had a credit for every time, I heard that I would be rich … er. I think I am rich. I must be. I am building and decorating a home.

Traffic is terrible, but not horrible. It’s past rush hour. It takes us longer than expected to reach the building. Carla and I walk hand in hand. That meant that a few of the security team scouted ahead and checked the doors while we are closely surrounded and followed from behind.

Immediately upon entering the building, I stop. They have a grand entrance with unique flooring and back walls. There is thick glass on the sides, so I can see people working and the security people at the desk in front of me. The ceiling goes up at least ten floors, making it a spacious room. Everyone adjusts to me, I stop walking. Carla looks at me questioningly.

Everyone in the building looks scared. Is it because I’m a man? Is there something else that has them nervous? I can’t see the corners of the rooms. Are there gunmen there?

An older woman from the front desk speaks up, “Are you, Tim? You’re expected on the 193rd floor.”

She steps out from behind the counter. As she gracefully walks to us, the doors to the two sides open. My head spins, and I see a dozen women run from the corner and then to the doors. The problem with their plan is that only one person at a time can make it through the door. Our security team has no problem handling that.

Carla and the others take out the guards at the desk that reach for their weapons and the people above, reaching over the railings. With deadly speed and accuracy, they are efficiently wiped out.

The older woman is like a bullet. She rushes past my guards. She has no weapon; they ignore her. That was a big mistake. Her thumb has a rubber covering. The covering is thin; when she grabs my arm, the covering breaks, and the contact poison seeps into my skin.

Oh shit, I know this poison; I have been exposed to it several times before. It has a very distinctive taste. I said taste because after being exposed, a bitter taste is my mouth occurred. It did right now. Each exposure was a tiny part of a single drop when a full drop spilled. I was hit by a small amount of a dose five times. This is a full dose, much larger than anything I have ever experienced.

Because I was expendable, Mary had me handle all the poisons. I am partially resistant to over a dozen deadly potions. I wonder if I have enough resistance to survive this. I feel cold; my vision is narrowing. I can see Carla screaming, but I can’t hear her. I fall asleep.

*****

Carla’s point of view:

I don’t know what the old lady did to Tim, but a touch made him crumple. Poison? I don’t care right now. On seeing Tim crumple, a shot went between her eyes.

I yell out, “Tim’s in danger; I need a hospital, NOW!”

We are escorted outside the building by the team. Four women carry Tim out. A cloud car picks us up, crushing other cars when it lands. While waiting, I feel that now familiar prickling is on my skin because a forcefield is surrounding us. I heard several shots, and almost instantly, I saw thin lasers from the sky take out individuals in the crowd. Thank you, Zia! We quickly board and streak towards the hospital.

Tim is cold; they wrap him in a blanket. Partially, he is in shock. How did they plan that so quickly? Insider.

I open my communicator, “Zai, have Tim’s team look for a traitor. They were too well prepared for today. They knew we were coming.”

My six crew members look at me with surprise in their eyes. I didn’t tell them first.

Everyone in this story is over 18.

This is a stand alone story, it follows the same characters from ‘Amorous Goods: Witch Problems and the Cursed Pen’ and ‘Random Dick Suck at the Library’.

Story is in the incest/taboo category.

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The university library was nearly empty as I sat alone at one of the carrel desks. I had been working on my math homework for over two hours when I felt someone under the table. I looked down to see the top of my moms head. “Does someone’s big boy need his special big boy treat?” My mother giggled as she fished my already hard member out of my pants.

Any other day or time, I would have questioned this. Why was my own mother trying to suck my dick in public. That night I didn’t. I was horny and my mother behavior had gotten bizarre since she had found my dad naked with the neighbor’s wife and daughter. First, she burned their house down. Then she shaved her head and joined a cult. Now, she was sucking my dick at least once a day, often two or three times a day and having all women orgies with the neighbor women at least once a week.

She looked like a transvestite Uncle Fester with her bald head and solid black cultist robes. Whatever, moms are weird. ‘Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, especially when that mouth is sucking your dick.’ I thought to myself as I scooted forward in my seat to give her better access to my member.

She slid my pants down around my ankles, then off completely while taking the head of my cock in her mouth. Her pink lip stick smearing on my member.

She flicked her tongue around the tip while expertly working the shaft with her hands. She slipped me all the way down her throat while gently tugging my balls with her free hand.

I watched her bald head bob up and down on my member before closing my eyes to listen to the slurping sound mixed with her moans of pleasure as she no doubt fingered herself under her robes.

My eyes shot open when I felt hair brush against my legs. To my horror, my mother had been replaced by some creepy old wizard with a long Rasputin beard. “Don’t move, I got you by the balls boy.” the wizard sneered before licking his tongue along the vulnerable underside of my shaft, his hand firmly grasping my nut sack. He took me deep in his mouth, I could feel and see his disgusting yellow teeth slide along my member as I entered his mouth deeply. “Just relax and enjoy it.”

Finally I cam in the wizards mouth. He swallowed down the first few greasy ropes of cum but another Magosa Escort spasm shot a load into his brushy beard, then another onto his forehead. “Why are you even doing this?” I cried.

“You’re dick has been cursed by the fey to be a wellspring of powerful magic. I’m not the first and I won’t be the last. You know your mother skipped town after she burned down your neighbor’s house.” the wizard smiled as his tongue flicked out to lick my man spunk off his beard. “A group of cultists has been wearing her form and sucking your dick to gain magic powers, for over a month now.”

“That actually explains a lot. Thanks. I mean thanks for letting me know, not thanks for forcing me into letting you suck my dick, you sick fuck.” My thighs were still scratchy from where his bushy beard had rubbed against them. I needed a long cold shower I thought as I shuttered in disgust.

Suddenly, my dick sucker disappeared taking my pants and underwear with him. “Cloak of invisibility, gets them every time.” I heard him laugh from somewhere behind me.

I was so distracted by this turn of events that I failed to notice the campus police officer as he came up behind me. “Sir. We’re going to have to ask you to leave the library. Where the hell are your pants?” the officer asked with disgust in his voice.

“It’s not my fault.” I explained. “A dick sucking invisible wizard stole my pants.” I quickly reviewed with the officer what I had been force to endure of the last few minutes. I also reviewed with him at least ten times that, yes, I was in fact sober. I had not taken any mushrooms or LSD or peyote.

“So that is what happened. Some guy sucked your dick, then disappeared into the walls.” The officer ask me again. “And I remind you its a crime to lie to the police.”

“That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. Dick sucking, disappearing magic users are to blame, how many times do I have to tell you.” I explained to the officer.

Then, for no reason, I was arrested.

*****One year later

The night of the parent teacher conference was the first time I met Ms. Del Rosario. She was 5 feet, 4 inches, 110 lbs, with measurements of 34B-26-34. She was a 23 year old Filipino woman who had only ever had sex with her college boyfriend.

They broke up her senior year because he could never satisfy her with his small three and a half inch penis. I knew that was much smaller than my own ten and a half inch monster cock. She had brownish-tan skin, almost like a white Kıbrıs Escort girl with an end of summer tan, dark black shoulder length hair in pigtails, and a flat little Filipino nose. It was much smaller than my own half Native American half Jewish snout.

She smelled like freshly ironed socks.

“Before we begin, I would just like to say that I like my women like I like my coffee. Lite brown, spicy, from the Philippines, and full of my cum.” I said with a sly grin. I had dressed in floor length skirt and a matching sweater. As a master of disguise, I prided myself on my ability to appear as anyone. Today I had chosen women’s clothes. I plan was simple, make myself look like mother, then get Ms. Del Rosario to suck my magic dick. Once she was hooked on magic, my cock would be her own source. She would be forced to come back.

She immediately spewed the tea she had been drinking across the table. With a look of rage and disgust on her face she jumped to her feet. “Get the hell out of my classroom!” she roared, her small nosed nostrils flared in rage. “Who are you? Do you even have kids in my class.”

I knew she was wet for me. I almost regretted snorting all that cocaine before the parent-teacher conference.

I also knew she was right. I didn’t have kids. A few years before when I had been a student at the school. I had tried to get a girl pregnant by sabotaging the condoms. She refused to have sex with me.

I tried to hit on other women. They stupidly rejected me, either unwilling to see my greatness or jealous of my own natural superiority. They preferred the captain of the football team or other weaklings and inferiors who could never compare to my greatness.

My senior year I could stand it no longer. I planned on kidnapping some sluts to use as my breed pigs. Instead the sluts escaped, beat me to a pulp, then had me arrested for kidnapping. I had spent three months in prison plotting my revenge, plotting for tonight. Now that I had a magic dick, I could take my revenge.

This time would be different! My babymaker would a ejaculate my most powerful sperm deep into her womb right here on the floor of the classroom. Then I would take her back to my sex dungeon where she would be breed night and day till pregnant with my child. If my plan worked, she would be the first of many women to learn to enjoy my sex dungeon. Plus, my magic dick would breed a Satanic super baby into her.

I tired to sooth her. “Relax, you’re going Lefkoşa Escort to enjoy…” she doused my face with her cup of scalding hot tea.

“You’re right, I am.” She started laughing. “I have some women here who wanted to meet you again. I’m sure you remember them from your days as a student here.” I fell to my knees and screamed as I tried to wipe the hot water off my face, my blackface disguise hampering my efforts to remove the burning liquid. She kicked me hard enough in the face I saw spots for a few seconds. The next thing I knew she had taken the handcuffs from my rape kit, cuffed one of my wrists, slipped the cuffs around the leg of the teacher’s desk, then cuffed my other wrist.

This was not part of my plan. In my plan, she would be the one terrified and handcuffed. I looked up to see two female police officers standing over me. “Help me officers!” I cried, “She’s trying to kidnap and rape me.”

“Like you tried to do to me?” the officer smiled at me. I gave her a hard look. It was one of the women I had tried kidnapping in high school. “Nice skirt. Lets see how much a big white guy like you likes spending the weekend in ‘the tombs’ while dressed like a black girl.” She started covering my face in black face. “That’s where you are going if you don’t start cooperating.”

“Remember ladies. His dick gives out magic powers and supernatural abilities. Suck him off and your might gain the ability to fly or set things on fire with your mind.” Ms. Del Rosario advised the others.

What the women didn’t know was I had been practicing yoga since I had learned about my cursed dick’s abilities. For over a month I had been able to suck my own dick. I had found I could only have one power at a time no matter how many times I sucked it. I had stopped when I had gained the power to teleport once an hour. I clicked my heels together three times while chanting “There is no place like home.” Unfortunately, the location I thought in my mind was the female shower area in the girls locker room at the high school.

***

The vice principle addressed the group of concerned parents in the girls locker room “And, as you can see, the security systems we have in place are second to done. No perverts could get into this locker room when your daughters are changing. We pride ourselves on….what the fuck.” He screamed as he saw me run by still in hand cuffs, my face covered in blackface. The front of my skirt had been folded up in my belt so my bouncing erect dick and glowing magical pre-cum was clearly visible to the crowd as I jogged past the group, out the doors, and into the night. “How do you keep getting in here?” He yelled after me.

***

~Fin~

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Sam was curvy redhead with large DD breasts and a round spankable ass. She turned heads everywhere she went. Siting in her father’s study, she was currently aware she was in deep trouble. Even though she and her father had been having a very hot sexual romance ever since she turned 18 she knew she was not going to get out of this mess without being punished.

She thought she had more time to make up her missing assignments in math, history and biology before grades came out. now with 2 Ds and 1 C she knew her father was going to be pissed.

She handed him the report card and waited nervously for him to explode.

“Sam I am very disappointed in you.” he stated. “You are capeable of so much better than this. You know you are going to be punished every day till you bring these grades up? 20 swats each for the D’s and 10 for the C” he shook his head disappointed to have to discipline her this way, but also knowing that he could release some of his sadistic side turned him on greatly. He knew she got turned on by pain and was learning to take advantage of that.

“I’d much rather be spending time enjoying your pleasure but you need to learn how important your grades are. You do want to be successful and have a rewarding career? Do you want to be working at a job you hate living paycheck to paycheck?”

“No, Sir” she answered.

“Because that is where you are heading if you continue down this path. You leave me no choice Kıbrıs Escort as these grades are unacceptable. Everyday until you bring up these grades you are to be in here lying over my desk completely undressed waiting for me to punish you when i get home.”

Sam is already feeling the tears start to gather in her eyes. Even as her pussy was getting very wet from knowing shed be spanked daily till her grades came up she hated that shed let him down. “Yes, sir.”

“Well stand up, undress and lie across my desk.” He open the bottom desk drawer where he kept the belt he used to punish her and took it out.

“You will do whatever it takes to get these grades brought up to an acceptable level. Do you understand me?”

“Yes sir.”

” I want you to hold your ass and spead your cheeks as far as you can and don’t you let go.”

Surprised, her eyes opened widely as she spread her ass. He swung the belt hard hitting her right on her tiny pink star. She screamed as it felt like fire was running up her ass. Her tears were pouring down her face as she gripped her cheeks hard so she didnt let go. She squeezed her eyes closed tight and sobbed as he continued swinging that belt counting out each hit

“That’s 30.” he continued smacking the exact same spot over and over waiting 10 seconds in between to give her the time to completely feel each strike of the belt. He was making her ass swell and Lefkoşa Escort it was now a dark purple color. By the time he was to 40 she was begging him to stop. He ignored her and she knew better than to move out of position or he would just start over.

“You know better than that, you have earned everyone of these swats and when you have received all 50 I will stop. Maybe next time you will bring home an acceptable report card.”

He continued hitting her with a short pause between allowing her to feel each one fully. By the time he reached 50 she was sobbing and using all her will power not to pull away.

She lay there sobbing while he went around to the bottom drawer of his desk. “The first part of your punishment is done.” He grabbed some lubricant and squeezed some into his hand getting 2 fingers coated. He pressed two finger into her ass to see if she was tight enough.

She screamed as the swollen tissues gave way to the onslaught of his 2 fingers driving into her ass.

“Now I am going to fuck your ass and when I am done this plug will stay in your ass until i take it out. If you need to relieve yourself you will come to me to take it out. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir.” she stuttered on a sob. She screamed as he drove his 10″ cock into her and it felt like he was ripping her apart. They had had anal sex before but this pain was unimaginable.

He thrust into her Girne Escort pulling almost all the way out to ram back in over and over till finally filling her bowels with his hot seed.

He replaced his cock with the plug and gathered her in his arms. She lay her head on his chest while continuing to sob. “I know you think i was excessively cruel. I just want you to be successful and have a good career and don’t want you to take for granted the privileges that you’ve been given.”

“I understand, Daddy. she said as she was still sobbing it came out broken up.

He gathered her up closer to his chest and spread her legs. He pushed through the folds of her very wet pussy and found her clit. He slowly circled it with two fingers as his other hand plucked at one of her nipples.

She gasped and then moaned loudly as he started pressing harder adding more pressure to her clit. “With as wet as you are, you can’t tell me that didnt turn you on.”

Her moans were getting louder and her tears were drying up. She was still in a lot of pain but now it was going to make her come.

“I couldn’t let you enjoy your punishment too much, but i think you derserve an orgasm, only one then dinner, homework and bed.” he was rubbing faster and pulling harder on her nipple. He lowered his head to her other nipple and sucked hard.

She was bucking her hips uncontrolably trying to reach that orgasm.

He bit the nipple he’d been sucking on and she came with great squeels of pleasure holding his hand against her clit as she bucked her hips

She fell back against him panting and trying to catch her breath

“Thank you, Daddy,” she said quietly. “I know I disappointed you. I promise I will get it fixed.”

All week I’d found it difficult to focus on anything. I messed up my politics essay, flunked my history exam and was subbed for the first time in my fledgling football career. Luckily the team won despite my abject display. I simply couldn’t concentrate, all I could think about was my sister, Alice, playing with her pussy while she watched me stroke my cock. I’d been afflicted with an almost permanent erection and had to resort to various tricks to disguise the persistent bulge in my pants. I masturbated as often as I could, to relieve this debilitating condition, but the subsequent respite was always short-lived.

Saturday morning, I woke up, as usual, with a tent pole between my legs.

The question was, should I grab a handful of tissues and go for a quick wank, as I had every morning since last Saturday, or hang on and hope for ‘something more’. There was always a chance, however slim I’d be alone with Alice again.

I allowed my erection to subside and went downstairs for some breakfast.

Mum and Geoff (my stepfather) were tucking into scrambled eggs.

My older brother, Tom, slurped down his coffee and shoved his empty mug into the sink.

“Sorry haven’t got time to wash it up, I’m late for training.” He called back, as he scuttled down the hallway and out of the front door. One down!

My youngest sister, Becky, was playing with her cereal, swirling the coco-pops around in the milk creating a brown mush. Alice was sitting at the far end of the kitchen table, drinking tea and nibbling on a slice of toast. She was wearing her skimpy night-shirt, which left very little to the imagination. In fact, illuminated by the bright morning light, it was virtually see-through. She really did have amazing tits! I sat down quickly, to hide the renewed swelling in my shorts.

“Can, someone pass the cornflakes?” I requested. My impromptu erection safely concealed under the table.

My mum obliged. I shook some into my bowl, poured on some milk and began to munch away. I glanced up as often as I could manage without being too obvious, to enjoy the view of Alice’s pert mounds. I noticed I wasn’t the only one taking in the view, Geoff, the dirty old sod, was also having a good old stare. I wondered if he also had a stiffy. I felt a sharp pang of jealously. I hated the idea any other male, especially Geoff, taking pleasure in the sight of my sister’s hot, young body.

“Geoff and I are going shopping, who fancies coming with us?” Mum asked.

“I want to stay at home and watch TV!” Becky whined.

“No, you’re coming with us, you need new shoes for school.” Mum insisted. Becky started whinging about never being allowed to do what she wanted, but luckily her protests fell on stony ground

“Alice, how about you? There might be some clothes in the sale.” Mum suggested.

Damn! The offer of new clothes.That was sure to tempt her out of the house. It looked like I’d be on my own after all, which before last week I’d have considered cause for celebration. All alone, to play with myself, with no danger of being caught in the act…now of course, being caught in the act was exactly what I wanted.

“I really ought to stay and do some revision we’ve got a biology test on Monday.” She replied, to everyone’s astonishment.

“Geoff, did I hear that right? Mum asked.

“My daughter is choosing homework over shopping for new clothes?”

“Yep, you heard right!” I do believe our Alice is growing up. He stood up, squeezed her shoulder affectionately and smiled down at her.

“Filthy, pervert!” I seethed inwardly. In hindsight it was no doubt a genuinely innocent show of affection, but I wasn’t, in that moment, capable of rational thought.

From what I’d witnessed last Saturday, Alice was undoubtedly growing up and my darker feelings told me that’s exactly the kind of ‘growing up’ Geoff was thinking about!

“It’ll be good to get on without being interrupted.” She explained.

“You hear that, Adam? No distractions and that means no loud music.” Geoff semi-frowned at me.

“Yeah, yeah…OK!” I snorted.

“Fuck off Geoff and stop ogling my sister’s tits!” I thought.

“Alice…If you need a hand revising.” I offered.

“Ok, thanks, I might take you up on that.” She smiled. I detected a naughty glint in her eye, at least I thought I did.

“Is there enough hot water for a bath?” I asked. “I’m feeling a bit stiff.” I glanced at Alice.

A wicked smirk danced, briefly across her face.

“Football was, really tough, Girne Escort last night.” I explained, just in case I was being a bit too obvious.

There’s probably enough for one bath, Mum replied.

“You had a bath last week.” Alice declared.”Remember?” She added, an unmistakably naughty glint in her eye.

“But I am really feeling very stiff this morning…I really could use a hot bath.” I protested.

“Well, I did quite fancy one myself.” She responded. “It’d be good to relax before I get down to revising…you don’t mind, do you?”

“Well, I suppose that’s only fair.” I conceded. “I guess I’ll just have to find another way to relieve the stiffness.”

“My teenage son and daughter being civil to each other, will wonders never cease?” Mum sighed happily, clearly oblivious to the carnal undercurrents.

“Well, we’d better be off, before the carpark fills up!” Geoff announced.

“Yep, come on Becky, let’s go!” Agreed mum clapping her hands, ushering my pouting baby sister out of the door.

When they’d gone, Alice leant back in the chair and stretched her arms upwards.

“I must admit, I’m feeling a bit stiff myself”. She moaned, arching her back and pushing her firm round breasts forward shamelessly, her erect nipples pressing invitingly against her night-shirt. The bright sun highlighted her perfect contours. My own stiffness was becoming decidedly more acute.

“I think I’ll run that bath.”

“Don’t forget to lock the door!” I reminded her. “I mean, you don’t want anyone accidentally coming in and seeing you naked, do you?

“No that would be TERRIBLE.” She called back, as she climbed the stairs. I moved into the hall and waited. Her door opened and I peered up through the gaps in the bannisters, catching a tantalising glimpse of her naked body as she crossed the landing and entered the bathroom. The door clicked shut behind her,

I listened for the clunk of the door being locked. I heard the water cascading into the bath, but no clunk. My penis throbbed with anticipation.

So, what next? How long should I leave it, before ‘absent-mindedly’ wandering into the bathroom? Simply bursting in wouldn’t be appropriate. I felt I needed to embrace the charade.

I crept upstairs, sat on the edge of my bed, and waited. I didn’t to rush things.

In my mind’s eye Alice was lying in the bath, with her hand between her legs, fingering her tight young pussy. The gentle sploshing and splashing of the water, which I could just about hear, added fuel to my lustful thoughts. While I pictured her playing with herself, I played with my cock, it was hard as a rock, hot and pulsing in my hand. Was Alice masturbating on the other side of the bathroom door, waiting for me to come in, as I imagined? Or was she simply enjoying a relaxing, bath. Fifteen minutes earlier I’d been certain she was sending out clear signals. Telling me she wanted to carry on from last week’s debauched encounter. Now doubt had crept in and I was unsure. Perhaps she was just teasing, perhaps I was imagining everything. Then I remembered that smutty smirk and the mischievous twinkle in her eye. I also recalled last weekend, laying in the bath with Alice sitting on the toilet, legs open wide, rubbing herself and gleefully watching the fountain of cum, shooting from my dick.

It was time to make a move. I decided on a stealthy approach. I tiptoed to the bathroom door and placed my hand on the doorknob. I turned the handle slowly trying not to make a noise and eased the door open, creating a small gap, just big enough to peer through.

Alice’s eyes were closed, she was smiling contentedly, her damp hair clinging to her bare shoulders. Frustratingly, that was about all the naked flesh I could see. The rest of her body was hidden under a blanket of fucking bubbles.

“I know you’re there” She said, casually, without opening her eyes.

I stood rooted to the spot, like the proverbial lemon.

“Are you coming in or not?” She demanded.” You’re creating a draft.”

“Sorry” I said weakly, closing the door behind me.

“What kept you?” She asked.

“Um, I err…I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to…”

“Christ! How much more obvious did you want me to be?”

So, the desire to resume last Saturday’s entertainment, was mutual.

She brushed her damp hair from her face, offering a brief, glimpse of her tits and peered down at the bulge in my shorts.

“I see you’re still feeling a bit stiff.” She observed, Magosa Escort with a half-smile.

I felt my cock growing harder as she spoke.

“And getting stiffer, I see!” She chuckled, as my erection visibly grew.

“Yeah, It’s a real problem!” I grinned.

“You know what might help?” She asked.

“No, what?” I asked keenly.

“A nice gentle massage.”

“Yeah, that could work” I agreed.

“Well, go on then.” She urged.

As instructed, I began to rub my cock through the fabric. A wet spot had appeared where I was dribbling, from my now fully engorged tip. I started to slide my hand up and down my pole, the sticky patch becoming bigger, as pre-cum soaked through.

Alice watched, attentively, as I continued to massage myself through my shorts.

“Feel good?” She asked.

I nodded.

The bubbles had started to disappear and I realised she was running her hands gently over her nipples. My heart raced.

“I think you’d find it easier if you pulled them down.” She suggested.

Her eyes twinkled with delight as I stretched the waistband over my throbbing penis and down around my thighs. “All the way down!” she insisted.

I eased them down past my knees and allowed them to drop to the floor.

“Take your top off as well!” she demanded.

My heart pounded. Again, I did as I was told, willingly stripping for my naughty sister.

I pulled my top over my head. When I looked up, Alice’s legs were spread wide apart, her hand between them, still partly obscured by bubbles, but it was clear what she was up to. As she moved her hand rhythmically up and down, creating tiny waves, the bubbles began to vanish. Her fingers slipped up and down between her pussy lips, easing them apart, revealing her shiny, pink bud. As her finger slid over and around this tiny jewel, she gasped with pleasure.

I rubbed my cock, avidly watching her every move. Alice rubbed her pussy, watching me back with equal enthusiasm.

“You look cold.” She said, noticing the goosebumps on my skin.

I couldn’t tell if they were caused by cold or excitement, but it was a bit chilly.

“Yeah, I am a bit.”

“Why don’t you get in?”

“Huh?”

“Why don’t you get in with me?” She repeated. “After all, It’s not like we’ve never had a bath together”.

“But we were only 5 or 6!” I reminded her.

“So?”

She eased herself into a seated position and pulled her knees up towards her chest, creating a space for me.

“C’mon, It’ll be fun.”

“Well, I guess I do need a wash!” I laughed nervously.

“So, get in then!”

“What the hell!” I thought and climbed into the bath.

I was a decent sized bath, but obviously still a squeeze for two young adults. I sat down and manoeuvred my legs either side of Alice’s. When we settled into a comfortable position her feet were more or less together, with her knees wide apart, resting against mine. My feet rested against her hips. I had a perfect view of her perfect pussy. Her silky black pubes shimmered gently in the bath water, which was happily now virtually devoid of bubbles.

“So, you need a wash then?” Alice asked.

“Umm, yeah, I guess so”, I replied. Of course washing wasn’t really what I had in mind.

“Well then…” She smiled naughtily, lifting the soap from the soap dish. She created a lather in her hands, then deftly pulled herself up onto her knees.

“Let’s make you nice and clean!” I liked where this seemed to be leading.

“Lift up your arms.” She ordered me.

I did as I was told. Alice slapped her soapy hands under my armpits.

“Ha, ha, that tickles!” I chuckled, flinching slightly.

“Don’t be such a baby!” She said sternly. “We need to make these stinky pits smell nice.”

Despite my ticklishness, the feel of my sister’s soapy hands against my skin was intensely erotic. Once she deemed my armpits adequately clean and fragrant, she moved onto my chest, her palms gently gliding over my erect nipples. Alice’s nipples were also erect but naturally, far bigger and juicier than mine. I reached out and picked up the soap, formed a lather, stretched my arms over hers and placed my hands on her tits. She smiled, approvingly and slid her hands down to my belly, providing me more room to smear the soapsuds over her firm fleshy mounds. She sighed happily as my soapy palms caressed her soft skin.

I squeezed firmly causing her to wince. I pulled my hands away anxiously.

“It’s ok, you just need Kıbrıs Escort to be a bit gentler” She explained, taking hold of my hands and placing them back on her breasts.

She guided them expertly over and around her tits, manipulating my fingers so they lightly pinched her rigid nipples and stroked he pretty pink areola. Once I’d got the hang of what she wanted she let go, allowing me to fondle them unaided.

“Mmmmmm…that feels nice.” She whispered, as she placed her hand on my inner thighs.

My heart rate increased dramatically, as they slid downwards towards my groin. I gasped, expectantly. Alice smiled knowingly, as she ran her fingers through my curly bush, gently tugging at my pubes teasing the soft fleshy area surrounding my cock. Her left hand slid downwards, and tenderly cupped my balls, while the fingers of her right hand wrapped around the shaft.

“Oh my God!” I panted as her hand slid slowly up towards my shiny, engorged, purple bulb. Her other hand slipped up over my balls and gripped the base.

“Mmmmmm, it’s so big and SO hard.” She said eagerly.

I groaned loudly as she wrapped her palm around my helmet and squeezed gently.

“Is that good?” She asked.

“Fuck yeah…” I breathed heavily.

She slid herself backwards, opening her legs a little wider.

“Do you want to feel my cunt?”

“God, yeah!” I breathed excitedly. I paused briefly, then cautiously I slid my hand down, over her soft pubes and between her legs. She shivered as my hand glided across her soft, fleshy mound, here swollen pussy lips gaped invitingly. I was amazed how slippery she felt. She moaned softly, as my fingertips moved tentatively along her moist slit. I explored her velvety folds, carefully probing her warm, wet pussy. I tried to recall the way she’d fingered herself in front of me last Saturday, mimicking her movements as best I could. Her rapid breathing and gentle moans of delight suggested I was doing ok.

“Is that good?” It was my turn to ask.

“Not too bad.” She smiled, taking hold of my hand and lifting it slightly, so my fingers were touching her clitoris. She began to guide them slowly, in an easy, circular motion. I felt the tiny bud harden under my finger-tips, her moans grew deeper.

“Mmmmm….That’s better.” She whispered, and wrapped her hand back around my throbbing, cock.

My head was spinning with excitement and my balls ached. Alice’s moans of pleasure grew louder, her breathing became frantic almost feverish. Her hand slid up and down the shaft of my cock, faster and faster, almost impatiently.

“I’m going to cum soon.” I warned her.

“Me too.” She whispered. She reached down, located my index and middle fingers, and eased them inside her. It felt awesome, surprisingly hot, and unbelievably wet. Her pelvis thrust downwards pressing her clitoris against my hand, encouraging me to push my fingers deeper inside into her pulsating, moist, velvety chasm. She leant forward and kissed me softly on the lips. I kissed her back. She opened her mouth invitingly, the tip of my tongue brushed against hers. Our mouths opened and our tongues entwined in a slow, passionate kiss. My pulse raced, my head swam, I was almost delirious with pleasure. I couldn’t hold on any longer. A milky white jet spurted from my tip, arcing into the air, across Alice’s arms and onto her belly. As if triggered by the feeling of my hot cum on her skin, she began to judder uncontrollably her body tensing in a series of spasms, accompanied by deep, almost animal, groans of ecstasy. Her hot, wet, hole clamped tightly around my fingers, as I pumped out my sticky white mess. I pushed my fingers upwards and she pushed downwards as her hands slid up and down the shaft of my hard, throbbing pole, our desperate thrusts and frenzied breathing perfectly in sync. My grunts and groans of delight merged with her frantic gasps. Finally, I stopped pumping and Alice stopped juddering. Our hands disengaged from each other’s genitals and our bodies relaxed. We rested our foreheads against one another’s, both panting hard, exhausted by the overwhelming intensity of our orgasms. I lifted my head and kissed Alice tenderly on the cheek. She responded with a gentle peck on the lips. We smiled at each other, affectionately. Alice looked down at the gluey mess splattered over her arms and belly. “Yeeuk! What a mess!”

“Yeah, sorry about that!”

“I should bloody well think so!” She frowned, playfully. She wiped off as much as she was able with her fingers, cleaning her hands as best she could in the already spunk filled water. I stood up, pulled out the plug, drew the curtain and turned on the shower. We washed my cum from our bodies.

“Next time, maybe I should wear a condom.” I laughed.

“Hmmm…maybe.” Alice smiled, wistfully.

Mommy Spanks Her Son

I just bred Mrs. Chase with her husband watching and her face buried in her daughter’s snatch. My phone was ringing. This was such a mess. Breeding Mrs. Chase meant that she was now mine. Claimed by me. It didn’t matter that she had a husband and a family. That she was happy.

My powers had claimed her the moment my sperm had met her egg.

And my sperm were fast.

I knew it was a mistake to pull out of her asshole and fuck her pussy, but she wanted it. She ordered it. I couldn’t help it. I just… couldn’t disobey women. It was so hot to do what they said. To give them control. Like my mommy-succubus. She had told me what to do all my life, and when I summoned my own succubus sex slave and she had shown up to reveal what she was, I still listened to her.

I owned my mommy-succubus, and I still did what she said.

And I just knew it was her calling me right now. I had to get the phone. I ripped my cock out of Mrs. Chase and scrambled off her marriage bed. She cuddled up to her daughter, the pair of them kissing with such incestuous passion. Molly, her daughter, had lured me here with the promise of fucking her mother on birth control.

How could I pass up on a mother-daughter threesome?

As I headed for my phone, I was so aware of Mr. Chase standing nearby. He had jerked off to me fucking his wife. He had encouraged me to do it, getting mad that I was hesitating. Like it offended him that I seemed to think his wife wasn’t good enough to fuck.

This was all so messed up. Sighing, I pulled my phone out of my jeans and swiped the screen. It was my mother. I brought it to my ear and said, “Oh, hey, Mom.”

“Playing hooky?” purred Mom. The last class of the day at my college was just now ending. “That’s not good.”

“Sorry, Mom,” I groaned. “I just… Molly made me an offer to watch her have sex with her mother, and I just…”

My mommy-succubus laughed in delight. “Oh, Master, how wicked of you. Which one did you claim as your girlfriend? The mother or the daughter?”

My cheeks burned. “Mother.”

“Wonderful.” I could hear how throaty she sounded. “But you’ve been a bad boy skipping school. Come to 9802 E 152nd Street right now. You have to be punished.”

I swallowed. “Yes, Mommy.” She hung up on me. I glanced at Mrs. Chase and her daughter. “I have to go. My mom’s pissed at me for skipping class.”

“Let me get dressed,” Mrs. Chase said. She slid from her daughter and off the bed.

“What?” I gasped. “You’re coming with me? You don’t have to.”

“Of course I do.” She laughed like it was such a funny joke I told. “I’m your woman now, Henry.” She pulled off her wedding ring and set it on the nightstand. “Tom, we had a great marriage, but…”

“I get it,” Mr. Chase said evenly. Even good-humorously. “He’s a better man than me.”

I stared at him in shock. “You’re cool with me stealing your wife.”

“Eh, that’s life. I can’t compete with you. Why be mad?”

That was my cambion powers. Being the son of a succubus seemed to give me four abilities: every woman wanted to fuck me, every guy was cool with it, I could sense if a woman was ovulating, and any woman I bred was mine. I had Abby, Brenda, and Linda as girlfriends, too. Now Mrs. Chase. All were pregnant.

“Let me get dressed, too, Daddy,” purred Molly as she stared at me.

My jaw dropped. “Daddy? What the fuck?”

“Well, you’re my step-daddy now.” She winked at me. “I hope you’ll keep fucking me, Daddy.”

My dick twitched so hard. That was the kinkiest thing I had ever been called. I was going to be a daddy. I had bred four women. And now Molly, who was nineteen like me, was pretending I was her father. She wanted to fuck me. At least she was on the pill and unbreedable.

Mr. Chase no problem with his daughter calling me Daddy or moving in with me. He just rolled with it. Even offered to pack up their things for them to pick up later. It was so insane. Mother and daughter dressed and then glommed onto my arms.

I had busty Mrs. Chase on my right, her brown hair swaying about her shoulders and her brown eyes thick with lust. On my left was busty Molly Chase, her brown hair swaying about her shoulders and her green eyes thick with lust. I could feel their breasts rubbing on my arm, my cock hard in my jeans.

We headed downstairs and out to Mrs. Chase’s mini-van parked in the garage. I found myself sitting upfront as she drove. I told her the address which she plugged into her phone’s GPS. Then we were off, following the computerized voice.

I had a suspicion about this house my mom wanted me to meet her at. The last I had seen of my mommy-succubus, she had been leading off a thoroughly dominated Mrs. Spartan. My history professor had turned out to be a lesbian Amazon who used my cum to turn two of the girls in her class into her lesbian sluts.

I freed them from her influence with mom’s help.

We arrived at the house. It was on the corner of 98th Avenue Court East and East 152nd Magosa Escort Street, a gravel driveway that formed a horseshoe with exits of both streets led up to a yellow house. There was a red barn on the property, and a lot of rhododendron bushes.

I climbed out and headed to the front door, mounting the steps and knocking on the door. I swallowed, not sure what I was going to find here or why my mother had asked me to come here. What was she up to?

The door opened and a woman in a sexy, French maid’s outfit stood there. The black, low-cut bodice, trimmed in frilly lace, lifted the maid’s tits into a jiggling pair of boobs that looked on the verge of popping out. The poofy skirt barely covered her ass and left most of her long and sleek legs exposed. She wore high heels and white, thigh-high stockings, a maid’s cap on her black hair that fell in tumbling curls around her mature face.

“Mrs. Spartan?” I gasped in shock at my history teacher with her hair down and looking so sexy.

“Mmm, welcome home, Master,” she said and curtsied, her big boobs bouncing as she half-bowed.

“What?”

“Your mother is being serviced by the other maid,” purred Mrs. Spartan. She stepped back and ushered me into the house.

I swallowed. There was a dining room to the right, and a formal-looking living room to my left with a fireplace. Beyond was another living room that was more modern and practical, a wood-burning stove to the right. My mother sat on the couch, her legs spread wide. Another maid knelt between her thighs eating her out. This maid had dusky skin and black hair that spilled around my mother’s thighs.

“Uh…” I said, staring at my naked mother. She shuddered on the couch, her large boobs bouncing. Her black hair spilling about her face. Her blue eyes flicked to me. “Hey, Mommy. What’s going on?”

“Oh, Henry,” she moaned. “Ooh, this is Mrs. Spartan’s wife, Xena.”

“Uh, like the warrior princess Xena?” I asked, the other Mrs. Spartan just devouring my mom’s pussy while my history professor stood by, this dreamy look on her once fierce face.

“I don’t think Xena’s her real name.” Mom shuddered, her boobs jiggling. “Ooh, and that’s the MILF you bred. She’s going to give you such a hot and sexy succubus daughter.”

“A succubus daughter?” I gasped at Mom. “What does that mean?”

She held up her hand, her face squeezing shut. “Oh, my fucking god, you nasty, little cunt-lapping dyke! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

My mom’s orgasm burst through her. I could feel it. Molly and Mrs. Chase moaned behind me. Mrs. Spartan shuddered. Pussy cream gushed out from beneath Xena’s skirt and spilled down her thighs to her stockings. She shuddered while my mommy-succubus bucked and heaved.

She cried out her pleasure, her head tossing. Her boobs smacked together. My cock ached as I watched my mother cumming. Her passion rippled through me. I groaned, the urge to rip off my clothes shooting through me. I could almost feel it like a command.

“Get naked, Henry!” seemed to hiss through my soul, my mommy-succubus’s commanding passion. My dick twitched. I ripped off my t-shirt.

Mom shuddered through her orgasm as I kicked off my shoes. I undid my pants and shoved my jeans and boxers down in one go. I stepped out of them, my cock throbbing as it bobbed before me. I peeled off my socks and then I was naked.

And so were Mrs. Chase and Molly. They were both cuddling up behind me, their busty forms pressed tight. Cum soaked Mrs. Chase bush. I had pumped so much spunk into her pussy. I had thoroughly bred her and had left jizz to spare.

“Oh, Xena,” groaned my mommy-succubus. “That’s enough. I have to punish my son for being such a bad, bad boy and ditching school.”

“It was my fault, Mrs. Bell,” moaned Molly. “I tempted Daddy with some mommy-pussy. He just couldn’t resist.”

“He has to learn to control himself.” Mom rose and changed. Her black wings thrust from her back and horns sprouted through her curly hair. A naughty tail swished behind her, thin and long and ending in a spade-like end. She became even sexier. A supernatural hottie. A succubus from the Lilith Qlipha unleashed on the world by me. “But since you’re such a wonderful and loving daughter, why don’t you eat out your mother’s pussy. Get her all nice and clean.”

“Yes!” squealed Molly. “Come on, Mom.”

Molly pulled her mom past me. Mrs. Chase threw a look at me and smiled, her big boobs heaving. Then she was pushed down on the couch by her daughter. The naughty Molly fell to her knees before her mother and buried her face into the pussy that birthed her to lick out all that cum. Her ass wiggled, her butt-crack sticky with my cum from ass-fucking her.

Mom’s tail shot out and grabbed me by the waist. She pulled me to her. Her blue eyes held such seductive promise. My cock throbbed as I stood before her. “Mmm, Henry, you have to pay attention in class and get good grades. You’re going to have a lot of succubus-daughters to take care of. You have Kıbrıs Escort to be successful. Learn to control yourself. You’re a man now, right?”

“Sorry, Mom,” I said, lowering my head. “But you let me have fun in class.”

“During your lunch break,” she purred. “And maybe a blowjob during class is fine. You’re a smart boy, but you have to be guided. Mommy can’t let you out of her sight, can she?” Her long tongue flicked out and licked my lips. “Mmm, but don’t you worry, Mommy knows best, Master. Now bend over the couch. I have to spank you.”

I swallowed. I could tell her no. I could give her orders. I was in charge. But it was so hard. I had listened to my mother all my life. I had always done what she said. What my professors said. I was a good boy. It was so difficult to break that habit, and…

I found I liked being spanked today. That it turned me on to have a woman discipline me. Tell me what to do. With my powers, I could have any normal girl doing whatever I said. I could dominate them all.

But I didn’t feel powerful.

I submitted to my mommy-succubus’s desires. I bent over the armrest of the couch, staring at Mrs. Chase’s big boobs as her daughter ate her out. The MILF shuddered and whimpered, a big smile on her face as Molly licked up all my cum.

Mom’s tail wrapped around my cock. I gasped at the leather grip of the flexible spade tip. She worked it slowly up and down my dick. She purred as she stood behind me. Her wings rustled. The two maids watched. Mrs. Spartan and her wife stood there with hot eyes.

My cock throbbed in anticipation. Mommy was behind me. My asscheeks clenched. I waited for the first spank to fall. For the first taste of–

SLAP!

–pain to explode through my ass. I gasped at the stinging warmth. My dick twitched in the grip of my mommy-succubus’s tail. She stroked up and down me as I groaned.

“I’m sorry for being a bad boy, Mommy,” I whimpered.

“So bad,” moaned Mrs. Chase. “He stole me from my husband.”

Mommy laughed. “How utterly wicked of you, Henry. That’s the sort action I approve, but skipping school…”

SLAP!

I groaned at the sharpness of her hand smacking down on my rump. I trembled, my heart pounding.

“I can’t allow you to do something so stupid. College is important, Henry.”

“I know, Mommy,” I groaned. “I’m sorry. I was thinking with my cock.”

Her tail stroked faster up and down my cock. “Mmm, every boy does. But Mommy knows what to do about that.”

SLAP!

I gasped as the heat of it melted down to my balls. They filled with another load of cum.

SLAP!

The heat blazed over my rump.

SLAP!

I groaned at the force of my mother’s spanks. The pain melted into pleasure as she stroked my cock.

“Yes, yes, I know just what to do with my naughty boy,” cooed Mommy, her wonderful tail working up and down my dick. She massaged the tip, pleasure shooting up my cock to my balls.

“Yes, yes, spank my man,” groaned Mrs. Chase. “Ooh, ooh, he’s been such a bad, bad boy. Can’t have him skipping school. Spank him harder.”

“I like her,” Mommy cooed.

SLAP! |

“She’s just the sort of wife you need. Not like those other hussies you’ve married.”

SLAP!

“Married?” I gasped, my ass blazing so hot.

SLAP!

“Oh, god, I’ve married them?”

“You knocked them up,” purred Mommy.

SLAP!

“You have to do the honorable thing and marry them. We don’t want your succubus-daughters to be bastards, do we?”

SLAP!

“Oh, god!” I groaned, the ache swelling at the tip of my cock. Every time she spanked me, the heat burned into pleasure. My balls tightened. “I… I… I guess not, Mommy.”

SLAP!

“Mmm, you have to be responsible, Henry!”

SLAP!

“But don’t worry, your MILF and your mommy will make sure you are.”

SLAP!

“Yes, Mommy!” I groaned, my ass burning. “I’m going to cum!”

Her tail tightened on my cock. “Is my naughty boy going to cum from being spanked by his mommy? Huh, Master? Are you going to cum from being spanked?”

“Yes!” I moaned, staring at Mrs. Chase.

She smiled at me while her hand held the back of her daughter’s head. Mrs. Chase trembled, her big breasts jiggling. They smacked together. Her face contorted. She whimpered, squeezing her thighs around Molly’s face.

SLAP!

The stinging pain shot down to my balls then up to the tip of my cock. Her tail stroked over my crown, the leathery grip feeling so wonderful on my cock. My blazing butt-cheeks clenched. I threw back my head and howled out in rapture.

I erupted.

My cock spurted over and over again. The pleasure shot through me. Ecstasy slammed into my mind. My mother’s incestuous grip worked up and down my dick, milking me. She purred her delight, her hand stroking my ass.

“I’ll be a good boy, Mommy!” I cried out.

“Mmm, I know you will, Master,” she purred, her fingers sliding over my burning rump. The pain melted into the rapture shooting Lefkoşa Escort from my dick.

I kept spurting, my body bucking. Mrs. Chase moaned, her own orgasm spilling through her. She flooded her daughter’s mouth with incestuous cream while I savored the rapture flooding through my body. It felt so amazing.

“Oh, fuck,” I panted, firing the last blast of cum. “Oh, damn, Mommy. I’ll be such a good boy!”

“Mmm, Mommy knows that, Master.” She released my cock. “Now since you’re going to be a good boy, Mommy has a reward for you.”

I shuddered. “What?”

“Sit on the couch beside your wife.” Mommy paused. “I’m Lily, by the way.”

“Janet,” purred Mrs. Chase. “I suppose I’m Janet Bell now, Mmm, and you’re my new mother-in-law.”

“I am,” purred Mommy.

I slid off the armrest and sat on the couch beside Mrs. Chase. I couldn’t help but think of her that way. This was all so soon. I groaned as I settled my full weight on the cushion. It was soft, but my ass burned from the spanking.

Mommy straddled me, her wings spread wide. She straddled me. Mrs. Chase and Molly both just accepted she had wings. Maybe that was part of Mommy’s powers. She grabbed my cock, stroking it in her hands, her big boobs jiggling.

Then she straddled me. I groaned as she lowered her cunt to my cock. I shuddered at the taboo kiss of her pussy lips on my dick. Then she sank down my shaft. She impaled herself. I groaned as she took every last inch of me in a single plunge.

“Oh, yes, Master,” she moaned, her wings stretching wide. Her hair spilled around her face. Her long tongue flicked out, licking her lips. “Mmm, that’s so good. You’re such a good boy, Master.”

“Yes, Mommy,” I groaned, her pussy feeling so tight and hot around me. Her back arched, thrusting her boobs at me. Milk beaded on her nipples.

“Mmm, you want to suckle from Mommy’s boobs, don’t you.” She slid her arms around my neck and pulled my head towards her breasts. “That’s it, Master. Mmm, you’re Mommy’s good boy, Master. You’re going to be perfect.”

“Perfect?” I asked.

She smiled down at me. “Drink up. You need all that yummy milk.” Her pussy squeezed about my cock. “Now just latch on and nurse.”

I opened wide and swallowed my mother’s nipple. I sealed about her and nursed hard. Her pussy clenched about my cock as her creamy, refreshing breast milk squirted into my mouth. I groaned at the sweet delight. The warmth and flavor suffused my taste buds.

I gulped it down. I groaned as the warmth flowed down to my stomach. I nursed again and again. I loved the taste of her milk. It was an amazing delight. I swallowed every drop that fired into my mouth, the heat melting down to my stomach. So soothing and relaxing.

Mommy cooed and slid her cunt up my cock. Her incestuous twat gripped me. That forbidden touch sent pleasure rushing through me. I was back inside my mommy. It felt so right to be in her pussy. I belonged here.

“Oh, Master, yes, yes,” she moaned, her wings flapping. “Oh, Master, you’re back in my pussy. Mommy loves having her good boy in her pussy, Master.”

“I bet you do,” moaned Mrs. Chase. “Mmm, yes, yes, ride him, Mommy. Ride your son’s big dick.”

“God, it’s such a huge cock,” purred Molly. “Ooh, Daddy’s got such a big dick.”

“Yes, he does.” Mrs. Chase shuddered beside me. She leaned over and licked my ear as I drank from my mommy-succubus’s tit. “That’s it. Just drink from her milk. Mmm, you have to be so strong for our family.”

“Yes, he does, Janet,” groaned Mommy. “Ooh, you’re such a sexy daughter-in-law. And your daughter’s hot. But on birth control. That’s a shame.”

My cock throbbed in my mother’s cunt. She slammed her pussy down my dick as I nursed at her breast. I suckled with passion. I drank down every drop of cream I could. It flowed down to my stomach. I loved her milk.

I squirmed, my ass burning from the spanking. Mommy slammed her cunt down my cock, pressing me harder into the cushion. She reminded me that I had to be a good boy. I groaned, my fingers digging into her ass. I squeezed tight. I held her as she worked her cunt up and down my cock. She rode me with such passion.

My dick twitched and throbbed in her twat. Her pussy held me in such an exciting grip. My fingers dug into her as I nursed with more and more hunger. I gulped down all that creamy milk as her cunt massaged my cock.

“That’s it, Master,” she cooed. “Ooh, yes, yes, your big dick is perfect for Mommy’s pussy. Yes, yes, you were born to own this cunt.”

“That’s so hot, honey,” moaned Mrs. Chase. Her tongue licked my ear. “Ooh, yes, yes, your mommy’s fucking your dick. Just riding you. And you’re drinking her milk.”

“Mmm, switch breasts, Master, so your wife can suckle, too,” Mommy purred. “Right now, Henry!”

I ripped my mouth from her nipple and gasped, “Yes, Mommy!”

I latched onto her other nipple. I suckled. Her milk squirted into my mouth. That rich and creamy treat flooded my taste buds. Mrs. Chase leaned in to latch onto my mother’s other nipple, the MILF’s shoulder rubbing on mine.

Mommy let out a throaty purr of delight as we both suckled at her nipple. We nursed hard. Milk splashed into my mouth. I groaned at that taste. My dick throbbed in her cunt. She worked her twat up and down my dick.

PrefaceThis is a rewrite of my book originally published in 2014. It has been a good number of years since I wrote Indecent Connections. While I love this book, I believe I have grown as a writer since its original release. I want this rewrite to have the old story plot that so many have enjoyed, and add in some new content to improve on what the story had been lacking. Some of the old content needs an good edit, and there are parts of the story that I just think need to be improved. This rewrite is going to be a combination of edited old story and new, fresh story. Enjoy everyone!

Life surprises us all. Choices we make bring us down our different paths. Life will also confuse you. When you look back at your life you wonder if you’ve made the right choices. At the same time, you don’t want to change a thing. I lived in this dichotomy.

Everyone dreams of the perfect partner. Another person that completes you. Everyone’s vision of that person is different. The variations in desires is as unique to each person found on this planet. Finding that perfect partners is a struggle, there is no contention about that.

When I was younger, I thought I wanted an equal relationship. A woman that would go through life beside me in all things. I was fresh out of college, working tirelessly to pay the bills that I had accumulated for himself. I was so busy settling myself that I wasn’t even looking for that perfect match at the time.

I suppose that is when life places the most unexpecting things in front of you. That was when I found my perfect match. I chose the path that kept her beside me. This choice brought me insurmountable joy; and equal amounts of self-hatred.

I keep my relationship a secret from everyone. The world wouldn’t understand us, so we chose to make our own world. I will love this woman for the rest of my life, regardless of the fact that I will never marry her, or have a family.

This woman was always in my life. I watched her grow and blossom through the years. My woman, is my sister. I understand the enormities of what we chose. We are consenting adults, and we felt what the world didn’t know wouldn’t hurt us. My sister is my match. I provide for her emotionally and physically, and she does the same for me as well.

Our love is not the only oddity in our relationship. My sister is my submissive. She has given up her freedom to me whole heartedly to provide for my desires beyond those sexual. I learned with her that an equal relationship is not what I was looking for. I loved control, I loved to control my sister. We have molded her just to my liking, and created the perfect slut just for me.

I’m sure many of you are wondering how did this start. As any good story teller will say, it is best to start at the beginning.

It was common for me to spend my days off hanging with my best friend, my sister and her best friend. The four of us formed a strong friendship group. Today we had gone to a new indoor arcade to play some miniature golf. Our two other friends had already left for home, which left my sister and I at my home. We decided that it was too late for me to bring her home. It was nearly midnight and we didn’t want to wake our parents.

Neither of us were tired so we decided to watch some television together. We finished one movie and I went to change the channel. I accidentally opened up my subscription porn channel. I was a bachelor living alone it wasn’t that stranger. The TV showed a clip of a woman tied up taking it hard from behind. I rushed to change the channel utterly embarrassed at being caught with such raunchy content. In my embarrassment I started to blabber.

“Jeez, dudes roughing up their girlfriend just to get their jollies off; gross, huh?” I made this comment expecting her to agree with me and we could move on. My sister had a different take on the screen’s depiction. It was one that I was surprised by.

“You shouldn’t judge people like that Aiden. It may be that the woman liked it just as much as her partner. It’s only a little bit of rough sex.”

I didn’t try to hide my shocked expression from her. I could not understand why she had such a strong reaction to my commentary. Typically, my sister was nonconfrontational. I decided to tease her a little bit just to move through this awkwardness.

“How would you know about that; Ms. I’ve never been with a man.”

“Shows what you know, I have been with a man jackass.” I was taken aback by this news. She now showed embarrassment and turned back to the TV. Her cheeks turned bright red and she refused to look at me.

“In college? It’s perfectly normal to date around Ava. Sorry, I shouldn’t have made an assumption like that.” I accidentally must have struck a nerve because she snapped at me again.

“You don’t know anything about me if you think I would just ‘sleep around.’ Who I have a relationship is none of your business!”

“Oh, come on now Ava, I am your big brother. Girne Escort Of course I want to know who you are dating.”

“Dated, past tense.”

“What happened? He realized that you are spoiled princess?” It was meant to be a teasing joke that I had clearly hurt her with. She looked down at her hands with sadness shown in her body language. I knew I had made a mistake so I tried to rectify it.

“I’m sorry, what did happen?”

“He moved for a job, OK? When he first got the offer he asked me to go with me. But, I couldn’t. My life is here, not in England. I still wasn’t ready for Mom and Dad to know about him either.”

“Why don’t you want them to know you are dating?”

“It’s not the dating. Jacob, he had… well, a different way of doing things.” My thoughts flashed to what had just been on the television. But I thought to myself, ‘that’s not Ava’s thing,’ ‘she’s such and innocent girl,’ ‘there must be another reason.’

“I know what you are thinking Aiden.” I was broken out of my thoughts. “I was in that type of relationship with him. Like that clip we say. I loved it too. Releasing everything to another person it’s… never mind you’ll probably think I’m strange.” Her sudden confession did shock me. But I didn’t want her to be embarrassed about sharing things with me. We were friends, and family, she should never feel that she can’t share with me. I could tell that Ava was feeling a weight lifted off her shoulders when she had started talking to me about her relationship. She had kept it a secret and most likely needed to tell someone to help her move on.

“I won’t think you are weird Ava. You can tell me anything. I’ll listen and not judge.” She looked at me guarded, as if she thought she was falling into a trap. I pushed her to let me be her confidant, and she decided I was worthy.

“Well, I loved being with Jacob. I still miss him. He took control of everything. All I had to do was put my faith in him. Yes, I had punishments, but I earned them. I miss that release of control. Now it feels like there is something missing. At the same time I’m really not sure if it is Jacob I’m missing, or that release of power. I’ve been wondering whether or not I should try meet someone online, or find someway to meet people in the lifestyle. I just want to find someone to scratch this itch that I have so I can sort out my thoughts.” The thought of Ava hooking up with a stranger to do such things made me feel uneasy.

‘Please don’t do that Ava; that is definitely asking for some trouble.”

“Well, how else do you expect me to meet someone from my lifestyle?”

“Maybe it’s a phase Ava, give it time. Wait until you find another guy before you decide this is your lifestyle. Honestly, even hearing you admit this I can’t see it. You are so independent. I’m not sure this is the real you. It could very well be first love syndrome.” My comments did not sit well with her.

“How do you know what the real me is like?” She demanded. “You don’t even know what I am like when I am with a master.” I held my hands up admitting defeat. I was trying to apologize when a light bulb seemed to go off inside Ava’s head.

“Why don’t you be my master for the night?” Her idea not only blindsided me, but was absolutely ludicrous. There was no hesitation on my part to deny her. She wouldn’t let up.

“Aiden, this is perfect. I can get what I need and you can get a glimpse of what I am talking about. My submission is not just about sex and physical intimacy. At least try it, what harm could it do?”

I thought long and hard about the dilemma that she had put before me. Against my better judgement, I decided to try this her way. Like Ava had told me, we wouldn’t become physical. Ava was so excited when I agreed. She hugged me thanking me.

“Alright Ava, this is only for a little bit. Can you get my computer for me, it’s in my office? There are things that I want to look up.” She didn’t respond, but scurried away I assumed to get my laptop.

It seemed she had lightening speed as she returned with the laptop. She stood in front of me to hand it to me. I couldn’t deny that I saw the satisfaction she got just from such a simple request. Ava didn’t move from in front of me as I turned on the computer. I was a little confused as to why she wouldn’t go back to sitting on the couch with me. It took me a minute to realize she was waiting for a cue from me.

“You can sit here with me while I research.” I told her. She sat on the couch and curled into me so we could both look at the screen. In our comfortable silence I started researching just what Ava claimed to be her lifestyle. There were thousands of resources to choose from. Granted, some of it was porn. I was amazed, and shocked, at how many facets there were to this subculture. I couldn’t deny, it intrigued me.

Before I knew it an hour had passed. I now had a small understanding of the power I had over my sister, and I wanted to test it. Magosa Escort I asked her to get me a beer. When I felt not movement from her, I turned my head to see what she was doing. She had fallen asleep curled up against me. I quietly closed the computer and started moving so that I could carry her to bed.

My movement caused her to wake up. A deep sadness came across her features when I told her she had fallen asleep, and to go to bed.

“But, sir…” an unfamiliar feeling came over me when she used the term ‘sir.’ I wasn’t entirely sure what it was. “I want to spend more time like this.” It was clear that she wanted more than what we had done; which essentially was nothing. I recalled all the articles and blogs that I had just read. I decided to take a leap of faith in the hopes that I said the right thing.

“Go to bed. Before that, get me the beer I asked for while you were asleep. Sleep for now, in the morning before I take you home, I will give you your punishment.” Her eyes grew wide, but it wasn’t from fear. She was delighted that I had promised to punish her. Just like she had done when I asked her to get my computer, she jumped up and rushed to get me my beer. Then, with a quick good night kiss to the cheek and a thank you, she headed into my guest bedroom.

I stayed up late to do more research. I had to force myself to put my computer down so that I could sleep enough to have energy in the morning, which by then was only a few hours away. Before going to bed I peeked in on Ava who was fast asleep in the bed.

I awoke the next morning with a delicious scent coming from my kitchen. I followed my nose finding Ava cooking us a full breakfast. She must have heard me come in because she turned around to give me a warm smile.

“Good morning, sir, how did you sleep.”

“Just find, how did you sleep?”

“Very well, thank you.” It was a bit strange for me to hear her being so polite with me. I said nothing about it since it seemed to be enjoying it so much. Everything was so new to me that I knew I needed to rely on some of the previous training she had received from this Jacob person.

Breakfast was the perfect opportunity to talk to Ava about her desires, and what she was looking for from me. From what I had read and watched; this wasn’t about simply bossing her around. She needed more, but she had to tell me what that ‘more’ was. Ava finished cooking and placed two plates at the table. First mine, then her own. She didn’t sit down to eat right away. Just as she did last night, she stood at attention waiting for me. I of course granted her permission to sit down with me. This conversation needed to be between tow equals at the moment. I started the discussion.

“So, Ava, I read a lot of things last night. I have to be honest that it was a lot to digest.” She ate her food looking wearily at me. I assumed it was because she thought I was having second thoughts about what I had promised her last night. “I want to help you ‘scratch this itch’ as you called it. But, I need to know what you are looking for from me.”

“Well, um, do you have any ideas of what you want to specifically know sir?”

“Lt’s start with how do you want me to punish you?” It seemed like the best question since I knew I would have to make good on my promise.

“How serious did you find my indiscretion last night sir?” She asked me.

“I would consider it minor, it’s not like I said to stay awake.”

“Then please spank me sir. That is how smaller corrections were made. You can use your hand, a belt, anything you wish sir.” She seemed to get more excited the more we talked about her being punished.

“That’s a start. What were some of the daily things you did when you were with Jacob? Like I know he didn’t let you sit down without permission. I’ve seen you wait for permission twice now.”

“Yes, I wasn’t not allowed to use any furniture without permission. Beds, couches, chairs, anything that was considered furniture I needed to ask permission to use when we were alone. When we were in public, or we had guests I could use it all freely. Honestly though, I hate having to ask permission to sit down to eat; especially since I always made the food.”

“Let’s do this then. If we are eating you don’t have to ask. Everything else you ask permission.” She looked very pleased with our conversation. It was imperative to me that I monitored her reactions to everything. I didn’t want to overstep any boundaries accidentally.

“Anything else I should know right now Ava?”

“Um, can I write down everything. It’s a little embarrassing to say everything out loud.”

“Alright, you can do that after your punishment. I am working from home today so you can write that up when I am getting some stuff done. Now let’s get to that spanking so I can get on with the day” She shot up like a rocket with a quick ‘yes sir’ to follow.

Ava stood at attention waiting patiently for me to put the dishes Lefkoşa Escort away and give her directions. I decided it would be more thrilling for Ava if I punished her in the room that she usually slept over in. I led her into the guest bedroom and closed the door behind us.

“How would you like me to receive my punishment sir?” Ava asked very politely. I could tell it was a silent plea for me not to ask her what she wanted, but instead tell her what to do.

“Take off your pants, leave your panties. Bend over the bed at the waist so your ass is in the air.” She rushed into position leaving her pajamas pants pooled around her ankles. I found that I enjoyed her enthusiasm for everything.

I stepped out of the room for a minute to get one of my belts. Hitting her with my hand would have probably been safer for my first time, but she said she could take it. Using my hand on that part of her body seemed like a boundary I could not cross.

“You are going to get twenty hits from the belt.” I told her. “Count each one.”

I didn’t wait for her response and instead swung for her ass. As the first one made contact her head spung back in surprise, but she didn’t leave her position. She responded with ‘one sir.’ I continued doling out her punishment. I stopped for a moment seeing bruises forming underneath her panties.

“You have five more. Do you want me to stop here? I can tell you are bruising.” She looked back at me with determination in her eyes. I had been ignoring the hard on this punishment was giving me, but those eyes only made it worse.

“No sir, please, I deserve all twenty of my spankings. Please hit me as hard as you would like. I deserve this punishment sir.” There wasn’t much of a delay between that, and the first of the five spankings. She took them better than I expected. She buried her face into the mattress to quiet her screams. When the last hit was done I could hear sniffles coming from her. I thought I had gone too far and quickly scooped her up in my arms to comfort her. I was surprised when she looked up at me with these bliss filled eyes.

“Thank you sir, thank you so much. This is just what I needed.” She snuggled into me. I sat on the bed letting her cuddle with me in my lap. I couldn’t tell if things were comfortable, or awkward. Ava ended up being the one of break the silence between us.

“Um, sir, your cock is poking me.” Just hearing Ava describe her own brother’s parts as a ‘cock’ shocked me. I quickly stood up to put distance between us. I went to escape but she grabbed my shirt.

“Sir, if you would like, I can use my mouth to relieve you. I don’t mind. I would be happy to serve you.” I looked at her baffled. It took a moment for me to recollect myself.

“No Ava, you are my sister. I’m going to the office. Write down what you need to. I’ll get you when I finish.” I turned and ran for it.

I got little to no work done in my office. My mind was filled with Ava and all that had transpired. An hour in I heard a gentle knock on my door. I turned to see Ava standing there with her tablet looking nervous.

“What is it Ava.” I accidentally snapped at her.

“Um, sir…can I do my list in here with you?” It was obvious she was expecting my answer to be no, and she was upset about it. Against my better judgement I told her she could sit on the couch to work.

When Ava was in the room with me I got even less work done if that was possible. My erection was still going strong. Knowing that Ava was behind me, and hearing her every movement didn’t help matters. Nearly half and hour had passed in silence before I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ava,” I called to her without looking back. “Come over here and sit under the desk.” I ordered her. My pulse quickened when I heard her get up and come to me. Once she was tucked away underneath, I rolled my chair back in to cage her there. I had to take a deep breath before I could reach down to unzip my jeans. I didn’t take myself out. Ava had started this, so if she really wanted it she would have to unleash it on herself.

Nothing happened for a minute, then I felt it. Her hands on my boxers. I couldn’t look at what she was doing so I focused on my computer. Not that I could process anything of what was on the screen. My mind screamed that this was wrong. We were crossing into a territory we should never go to. There was no coming back; if this continued our relationship would never be the same.

I closed my eyes as the feeling of my boxers sliding down brought me more anxiety. Part of me wanted to scream ‘STOP,’ but the other part of me so desperate for release was overpowering it. My erection sprang from my boxers pointing towards Ava under the desk. Again, there was no movement in the room. Just stillness, the kind that chills your whole body because you can sense something is about to happen. You don’t know what that something is, but you know it will be big.

First a hand took hold of me. Next I felt a tongue run up the entire length. The hand started to move up and down my length. Another hand fondled my balls. It was heavenly. It had been a while since I had been with anyone so it felt wonderful. It was very clear to me that this was not Ava’s first time. The way she worked me was to a professional’s skill level.