Aylar: Mayıs 2023

“My vagina really hurts, Daddy.”

Steven Cole stood beside Macy’s bed. The baby he had met over a decade ago had flowered into a beautiful eighteen-year-old girl. Like the nineteen-year-old Ruth, she was slim.

Macy’s vagina hurt.

Steven had seen it before, but that had been a long time ago. Before they had grown breasts and started their periods.

Macy and Ruth weren’t little girls anymore.

A comforter covered Macy’s legs. Had she removed her blue jeans and panties? If Steven moved the comforter aside, what would he see?

“I should take you to a doctor,” Steven said, as Macy’s blonde hair rested against the pillow. Her blue-eyed gaze roamed his body.

Her mother had been blonde-haired and blue-eyed, too.

Meanwhile, Ruth had brown hair and brown eyes. Like her father, a man who acted like a threat to his daughters was a threat to him.

“No!” Macy said. She sat up. “No. No doctors. I want you to help me deal with this. I need my daddy.”

The blinds. They were shut, just like Ruth’s bedroom door.

Was she asleep? Had Macy told her about the vaginal pain issue?

“Did you talk to Ruth about this?” Steven said.

“No,” Macy replied. “Ruth is sleeping. And I don’t want her to know about it. There’s only one person who can get rid of this problem.”

Steven worked an office job. He wasn’t a renowned vagina doctor, yet there was always one thing people could blame vagina pain on.

“Are you on your period?” Steven asked.

“No, thank God,” Macy said.

Steven ran a hand through his brown hair. Macy couldn’t blame her vaginal pain on her menstrual cycle.

“I think–“

“Check it out for me,” Macy said. Her breath shivered, as if she planned on showing her dad something that might make him flee the room. “Check my… vagina. You saw it before.”

“That was different, Macy. You’re older now. No dad needs to see his teenager’s private area.”

“No dad should let his daughter suffer like this.”

Steven’s sigh was heavy.

“You’re right,” he said.

“I’m in pain, too,” Macy responded, as her hands pressed against the comforter. Past it was her problem’s source: an aching vagina. “But my daddy is going to help me out. Right?”

“I’ll…” Steven said. “I’ll help you. Yeah.”

Macy lay on the bed again.

“You’re a good daddy,” she said.

She grabbed the comforter, and moved it aside.

Steven’s pulse quickened. But blue jeans covered Macy’s crotch. Her sore area, that remained unseen.

She was barefoot, but not bottomless. That needed to change.

“My pants are still on,” Macy said. She fiddled with her white hoodie’s zipper. “Sorry about that.”

Steven waited for Macy to get bottomless.

“You have to take off your pants,” he said. “And your underwear. Are your hands hurting, too?”

“You take them off,” Macy said.

“Why?”

If Steven’s hands removed Macy’s pants and panties, that would make him seem like a man who was too eager to see his daughter’s vagina. She needed to get her pants and panties off by herself.

Steven wasn’t an incest-craving pervert.

“Just do it,” Macy said. She patted her crotch. “It hurts. I really need you right now. Please, Daddy.”

The last sentence made Steven’s reluctance melt like ice cream in a vat of acid. Macy had put her words to good use, and Steven needed to do the same with his hands.

“Okay, baby,” Steven said. “Daddy is going to help you.”

He moved onto the bed.

A long time ago, he had stood beside his bed and removed Macy’s diaper. That girl was eighteen and Steven prepared to take off her pants. Her panties would come off soon after that.

Steven unbuttoned Macy’s blue jeans.

“Come on,” she said. She propped herself onto her elbows. “Are your hands hurting? Unzip my pants.”

Steven unzipped her pants.

And white panties came into view, but Macy’s jeans weren’t off.

Panties. No big deal.

Steven hooked his thumbs into his daughter’s panties.

“Okay,” Steven said. “Now you have to lift your butt off the bed, then I’ll get your pants and underwear out of the way.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Macy said, as her dad clung to her jeans and panties. The skin on her hips warmed his thumbs. “Just wait for a little bit.”

“I thought this is what you wanted.”

“I do want it. But I’m not like Ruth. She wouldn’t be so…”

“Hesitant,” Steven said. “Nervous. It’s okay. And it’s not too late for me to take you to a doctor.”

Macy shook her head.

“No doctors,” she said. “I need my daddy.”

She tapped her fingers against her stomach.

“Okay, I’m ready,” Macy said.

She lifted her butt off the bed. With shaking hands, Steven slid Macy’s jeans and panties past her ass.

When her butt was on the bed again, Macy said, “Look at it.”

She tossed her pants and panties onto the floor. How many times had Steven glimpsed Ruth’s thongs? Was she still asleep?

Macy spread her legs.

Kneeling, Steven inspected his daughter’s vagina. Was he like a gynecologist? Or was he more like a pervert who smiled Girne Escort after checking out teenagers’ vaginas?

“It looks fine,” Steven said.

Macy lacked pubic hair. Had she shaved her hair down there earlier?

Steven had gone into her room after hearing her call for him. That had led to him standing beside her bed, and now he checked her private area.

He hadn’t seen her grimace today.

“Are you really in pain, Macy?” Steven said.

“Are you calling me a liar, Daddy?” Macy replied. “Do you think I would lie about something as embarrassing as this?”

“Ruth is the one who hates showing her pain. You, though…” Steven said. “Well, you let your pain be known. I haven’t heard you groan or anything. You’re not wincing. I don’t see a grimace on your face, either. It’s like you’re not in any pain at all.”

“You’re calling me a liar.”

Whether or not Macy had lied, the truth was that Steven kneeled not far from her private area. Her exposed vagina.

“I’m not calling you a liar, I just…” Steven said.

“My vagina hurts and you think I’m lying about it,” Macy said. “You’re my father. You’re supposed to help me.”

Steven grimaced, as if Macy had kicked him in the balls. Her words had stung. They might as well have been a strike to the nuts.

“I know,” Steven said. “I know.”

He squeezed his hair. How had he gotten into this situation, clutching his brown hair while his daughter spread her naked legs?

“I don’t know if it’s bullcrap or not, but I’ve heard this helps with pain,” Macy said. She sat up.

“What?” Steven asked. “What does?”

Macy kissed his cheek.

“Kissing,” she said. “Don’t you want to take away my pain?”

“Yeah, I do,” Steven replied.

“Kiss me then.”

She lay on the bed, increasing the distance from her face to Steven’s lips. He would have to close that gap.

His daughter’s pain might as well have been his.

He pressed his lips against her forehead. Did that ease Macy’s pain? He kissed her cheek. Was her pain gone?

She lay underneath Steven, at his mercy, her head in the space between his arms. How many times had he put them around Macy? He had lost count.

Steven needed to make Macy lose her pain, the ache she didn’t deserve.

Macy pressed her lips against his.

“It’s just a peck, Daddy,” she said. Her hands roamed his back. “You have a nice body. It’s nice like you.”

Macy kissed Steven again. Then again. She caressed his hair, like he tended to do to hers.

“Make me feel better,” Macy said.

Something grew hard.

Steven’s breath trembled. His clothes imprisoned his penis.

It would take less than a minute for him to take off his pants and underwear. But if he thrusted his erection into his daughter, the post-sex guilt would stalk him like a shadow.

“We need to stop,” Steven said, and rubbed his throat, as if Macy had choked him.

“We can stop kissing,” Macy said. Steven moved onto his knees. “But you don’t have to stop making me feel better. There’s something else you can do to make it stop hurting down there.”

She rubbed her bare thighs.

“Lick it,” she said. “Lick my vagina, Daddy.”

“Huh?” Steven asked, as if his ears hadn’t caught Macy’s words.

“Lick my vagina,” Macy said. “Or you can leave. But if you do that, I will suffer. It’s not too late for you to help me.”

Steven didn’t leave the room, but he didn’t plunge his tongue into his daughter either.

“You want to help me,” Macy said. “I can tell. I can tell just by looking at that bulge. Did you get that erection by kissing me? Or did the thought of eating me out make you hard?”

It was like one of those dreams where you’re naked in public became real. Steven felt as exposed as Macy’s hole.

“Erections happen sometimes,” he said. “Out of nowhere.”

“That didn’t happen out of nowhere,” Macy replied. Why did she act like she could read minds? “This is what had to happen. You need to take my pain away. And you already know how to do that.”

Could Steven eat out his daughter and drain her alleged pain?

“This…” Steven started. “This is getting out of hand. I think you should put your pants back on, Macy. We kissed. That’s all. We don’t have to do anything more than that, and we’re not going to.”

His knees pressed against the bed’s softness. If he wanted to, he could walk out the room. If he did that, would Macy carve out her love for him? All because he had refused to kill her pain with his tongue?

“I’m not going to lick you down there,” Steven said, as his erection screamed for relief.

Macy winced, as if Steven had pierced her with a knife.

“Oh, God!” she said. “It hurts so badly. Why won’t you help me?”

She writhed like a worm someone had thrown into a pool. Macy was either a great actor or a girl with actual vaginal pain.

“Hey,” Steven said. He stroked Macy’s shins. “It’s okay.”

“Make it okay!” Macy demanded. “Lick it.”

A breath fell from Steven’s nose, heavy like his love for his child. He could take away Magosa Escort her pain.

The painkiller: a father’s tongue.

“Fine, baby,” Steven said, his deep voice as soft as a kiss. “I’m going to make it okay.”

He brought his face near Macy’s thighs. A feminine aroma washed over his nose like a hot air blast from an oven, and Steven strangled the urge to stroke his covered boner. Macy’s clit protruded from its hood, crying for attention. Her cunt weeped.

“You’re a good daddy,” she said.

Steven was such a good dad that he was about to eat out his daughter.

He slid his tongue along her slit. She shuddered.

“Don’t tease me,” she said. “Please don’t. Go down on me like this is the only time you’ll be able to go down on me.”

Steven was Macy’s father. He was supposed to go through life without ever putting his tongue on her intimate parts.

“Hopefully, this will be the only time I go down on you,” Steven said.

Then he speared his tongue into his daughter’s hole.

“My vagina!” Macy said. “You’re really eating it out. Oh, my God. You really are a good daddy.”

The opportunity to relieve Macy’s pain had fallen into Steven’s life, and he had taken it. He grasped her thighs.

“Your hands feel good, too,” Macy said.

Steven hadn’t locked the door. It wouldn’t take much effort for Ruth to catch what he did to her sister, his daughter. But Steven didn’t get up to lock the door. It was like Macy’s pussy had become too important to move away from.

“I’m still a virgin,” Macy said. She moaned. “You’re going down on an untouched vagina.”

Ruth. She had told Steven she wasn’t a virgin. The words had come from the girl herself. Macy, though, was untouched and being touched.

And Steven’s fingers pressed into her thighs, digging into warmth.

He kissed and licked her cunt.

“Yeah,” Macy said, as her breath trembled. “You’re so good.”

She alternated between sighing and moaning. Steven had chosen to go down on her. To help her. A man should wrench away his daughter’s pain, and he should please her. Steven did both. And Macy didn’t hide her satisfaction.

Getting positive feedback from her made Steven work harder, not at his workplace, but inside his daughter’s bedroom.

The noises coming from her mouth proved her horniness. So did the girl nectar on Steven’s lips.

How much of her father would Macy let go into her? Would his tongue be enough for the pretty blonde? Or would she crave a different painkiller, the type she hadn’t been born with?

Steven drew out more wetness.

“Oh, God!” Macy said. “Oh, God. Oh, God.”

As a parent, Steven was obligated to bring smiles to his child’s face. If Macy smiled, he couldn’t see it. Because his focus stayed pinned on her cunt. Smile or no smile, Steven made his daughter feel good.

Her arousal.

Its warmth coated Steven’s tongue. It was like someone had spilled a bottle of pussy-scented baby oil into his mouth.

“Daddy,” Macy said. She toyed with Steven’s hair. “You’re so hungry.”

He had agreed to devour her pain. But that involved licking her wet passage, which polished his tongue.

What would Ruth say if she saw them, her dad acting like each lick of Macy’s snatch would grant him one hundred dollars? And there was Macy herself, bottomless as her pussy took Steven’s tongue.

His dick leaked in his pants, confined. Steven’s tongue was Macy’s painkiller and his cock wasn’t.

How long would that last?

Slurping sounds covered the room as Steven snacked on Macy, producing wet music. He lapped at her clit.

“Oh, God!” Macy said. “God.”

Steven toyed with her jewel, licking it as if it were ice cream. A moan shot from her mouth like a bullet.

“My daddy’s head is between my legs,” Macy said. Steven wet her snatch with his saliva. “I love this view. And I really love what you’re doing to me.”

Steven had kissed Macy’s forehead. Her cheeks. He had held her hands. Before today he hadn’t given her pussy the attention it deserved. The girl he licked wasn’t a spouse needing to be fucked. No, Macy Cole was his daughter.

Yet he ate her out as if she were his late wife.

Steven’s cock jerked in its cloth restraints, spitting out precum. His underwear drank it. Unlike Macy, he lacked the luxury of being bottomless while horny.

Tender warmth hugged his tongue. Macy’s cunny enveloped it, pink embracing pink.

Her arousal was on Steven’s lips, his tongue, his teeth. It was no wonder why cunnilingus was called eating pussy.

Steven thrusted his tongue into it, sliding it through Macy’s soft depths. He took in the liquid from her love tunnel. And he consumed it. The closer Macy got to her climax, the sooner her pain would end.

Right?

Macy groaned. She didn’t speak, as if the incestuous licking had stolen her ability to.

Steven, with his knees against the bed, didn’t talk either. His soaking tongue writhed. It moved in and out of Macy at a fast speed, Steven assaulting her cunt.

“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” Macy Lefkoşa Escort said. Her pussy convulsed on her father’s tongue. “Oh, my God!”

An orgasm claimed her.

Steven pulled his head back at a slow pace, as if he struggled against an invisible string that connected him to Macy’s cunny.

It looked like he had dumped his lips and chin into a puddle.

Macy had gone on family vacations with Steven. Yet that hadn’t stopped him from using his tongue to make her climax.

She lay on the bed, bottomless. The way she breathed made it seem as if she had lost a lung.

“That was the best moment of my life,” she said. “Thank you, Daddy.”

Steven lay beside her.

“Are you still hurting down there?” he asked.

Macy laughed.

“You’re so funny,” she said, and planted a kiss against Steven’s cheek. Now her lips were wet. “It’s cute.”

Steven had eased his tongue into Macy’s virgin pussy, striving hard to kill her pain.

She had lied.

“You weren’t honest with me,” Steven said.

“Does it matter?” Macy said.

She brushed her long blonde hair with her hand. Today Steven had learned his daughter had no pubic hair, and he had found that out by pinning his gaze on her cunt.

Macy sat up.

“I enjoyed what you did to me and so did you,” she said. She grabbed Steven’s covered boner. “The proof is right here.”

Steven forced her hand away. “Macy, what the fuck?!”

He left the bed.

“Cover yourself,” he said. Cunt juice dripped off his chin. “I love you, but you shouldn’t have lied.”

Macy spread her legs.

“You love all of me,” she said.

Steven took hurried steps out the room.

Mouthwash. It could splash against the liquid shrouding his teeth, but it couldn’t wash away the fact he had tasted his daughter’s cunny.

One hour later, Steven did one thing you needed to do after being coerced into eating out your daughter.

He watched TV.

As he sat on the sofa, the gunshots blasting from the television and the sound coming from the shower added to the morning’s soundtrack.

What would people say if they had discovered what had happened in Macy’s room?

“You forced yourself on her.”

“You hate women.”

“I knew men couldn’t be trusted.”

The kinds of phrases tossed around by people playing catch with the ball of male hardships.

On the television’s glowing screen, fictional police raided a fictional drug dealer’s home. Steven watched a movie and his cock was soft. No one bothered him.

The blinds were shut. They hadn’t been that way a few hours ago. Who had closed them?

A hand slid along Steven’s thigh.

“Daddy, did you enjoy your meal?” Macy asked. She smirked. Steven didn’t.

Macy’s blue jeans covered her legs. Over sixty minutes ago, Steven had moved her pants and panties to access her private area. His tongue had stopped being a stranger to that spot.

“I’m enjoying this action movie,” Steven said. “Well, I was, before you blocked the TV.”

“Do you want me to move?” Macy said. “Or do you want me to return the favor?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” Steven lied.

Macy sighed. “It’s not good to lie.”

“You did.”

“That was different, Daddy.”

Macy grabbed the remote control. The television shut off a few seconds later.

“I’m guessing you’re the one who closed all of the blinds,” Steven said.

“Guilty as charged,” Macy confessed. “I don’t want anyone to see what me and you are going to do together.”

Steven patted the spot beside him.

“If you sit down, we could watch that action movie,” he said.

Macy chuckled. “I don’t want to watch a movie. And you still haven’t answered my question.”

“What question?”

“Did you enjoy your meal?”

“If you’re referring to that sandwich I ate earlier, yes. I enjoyed it.”

“I wasn’t referring to the sandwich.”

Steven rubbed his forehead. Pain didn’t shoot through his skull, but Macy might give him a headache. Ruth had given him enough of those when she was a little girl who screamed and treated the house like an amusement park.

“I’m not one of your crushes from school, Macy,” Steven said. “Stop acting like I am.”

“There’s only one person I have a crush on,” Macy told him. “And he graduated years ago.”

She kissed Steven on the lips. Seconds passed, but the lip-to-lip contact didn’t break. Would Ruth hear the inevitable smooching sound? Did the shower run loud enough?

Macy pulled away.

A kiss wasn’t as intense as eating a cunt, at least.

“When we were in my room, you gave me my first kiss,” Macy said. “I bet you didn’t know that.”

She massaged Steven’s arm.

“You’re so muscular,” she said. A smile followed. “I bet you’ll be able to carry me very easily.”

Her gaze landed on Steven’s lips.

“Ruth is still in the shower,” Macy said. “We can make out while she’s in there.”

“This, this–” Steven started saying.

“This what? Are you having trouble talking? Did a cat take that wonderful tongue of yours?”

Steven shook his head.

“This is inappropriate,” he said. “This is so damn inappropriate. Giving your dad a quick kiss on the lips is fine. But the one you gave me wasn’t quick. And you want to make out with me, Macy. I think you should take a nap. Or hang out with Ruth later. Do something. Do something that doesn’t involve me.”

I had just turned 18 and summer break was coming up. My mother told me I needed to help my grandparents this summer with their handyman business or get a real job. I’d always been my grandparents favorite as the oldest of the grandchildren and thought it would be fun to work with them instead of the local fast food joint. My grandparents owned their own Handyman Business, doing odd jobs for people in the area. My grandmother handled the office work, while my grandfather did the handy work.

“Hey Gran!” I call as I enter their cozy home. It smells like cookies, which means my gran is baking my favorite. “Mom sent me over to talk to you guys about the job.”

“Sit down sweetie. You’re just in time for tea.” She sets a cup of hot tea and a plate full of cookies on the round table in the kitchen and gestures for me to take a seat. “Joe! Lizzie is here,” she yells out.

I sit down to enjoy the treat, wondering if I’m in for a summer of baked goods and hoping I can stay busy enough not to let it go straight to my already curvy hips. I’m short and solid from taking dance classes, but I do love anything warm and fresh from the oven, so I’ve always stayed curvy in the chest and ass area.

My grandfather comes into the kitchen with a twinkle in his eye as he sees me. I stand up and give him a big squeeze. I’ve always loved my grandfather the best. He always made sure to slip me a piece of candy or cut me a bigger piece of cake when my mother wasn’t looking. He is pretty tough and fit from all the physical activity he does day in and day out. Grandpop gives me an extra squeeze and pats my butt before releasing me back to my Gran’s goodies on the table.

“I hear you’ll be helping us out with the business,” he says while grabbing a cookie for himself. “We’re looking to hire on a few helpers to handle some of the jobs that are becoming too much for me. We need some young muscle guys that don’t get tired as quickly as I do.”

“Aw Grandpop, you are still young and muscle-y.” I smile at him and he winks back.

“Even so, I’d like to ease up a bit on the work and focus more on time with your grandmother and some of my own hobbies.” He pats the table with a thought. “You can help us interview the new hires. Martha, let’s set up those two guys we were talking about to come in tomorrow afternoon. Maybe Lizzie can help us to convince them that they would be well taken care of with our company.”

My Gran’s face lights up. “That’s a wonderful idea honey. I think that might actually do the trick. With Lizzie on our team we might actually get some loyal and dedicated worker on our crew.”

I finish my tea and Gran fills the cup again.

“Drink up Lizzie. We have a lot to discuss about your summer with us.”

I take another sip and lean back in my chair, content and full. “How exactly am I helping you with the business? Filing? Answering phones?”

“No dear. We have something different in mind. But we’ll get to that later.” Gran clears the empty plates from in front of me, and takes the teacup from me, which I realize I’ve been spilling on her linen tablecloth.

“Oh. Sorry Gran.” My hands are heavy and my vision a little blurry. “I made a mess.” I focus on the tea stain on her tablecloth and feel bad.

“Don’t worry about it sweet girl,” she replies and waves for Grandpop to come over.

Grandpop is at my side and helps me to my feet, wrapping his arms around my Kıbrıs Escort waist and draping one of my arms over his shoulder. I feel drunk and clutch to him a little tighter as he buries his face in my hair and breathes deeply. “I love how you smell babygirl. Sweet like candy.” He kisses my neck with an open mouth and I feel a tingle between my legs.

I love when guys kiss my neck, and my Grandpop’s mouth on my skin reminds me of that. I shiver aware of the strange direction of my thoughts. I try to shake my head but it feels loopy and heavy.

Grandpop pulls me down the hall towards the back of the house.

“Where are we going?” My voice slurs a bit.

“You need to lie down sweetheart. You look very tired.”

I blink up at him. He’s got a smile on his face. I do feel tired. But I also feel tingly and on edge. My body feels strangely sensitive. I manage to walk with Grandpop down the hall as he leads me into his bedroom. Grandpop lies me gently on his bed and takes my shoes off.

The room is spinning a little and my head feels like it’s floating. My body feels hot and flushed even wearing just a pair of shorts and a tank, but the cool comforter beneath me feels good. I turn my face into the cool fabric rubbing my cheek back and forth feeling the strange sensitivity of my skin.

“What’s wrong, baby?” My Gran is in the room and puts a cool hand to my forehead.

“I’m hot, Gran. So hot.”

“Let’s get these clothes off you. That will make you feel better.” She smiles and kisses me on the forehead before I feel my shorts being unbuttoned and pulled off me.

I close my eyes as my Grandparents remove all of my clothes and undergarments. Hands run over my skin, caressing my hot flesh. My mind tries to process the fact that I’m naked in front of my Grandparents. I should get under the sheet. I should be covered up.

I open my eyes to see Grandpop staring between my legs. He’s looking at me differently than I’m used to. He’s looking at me like my boyfriend does before he tries to convince me to have sex with him.

“That won’t do, Martha. She’s not shaved.” He reaches out and runs fingers through the curly pubic hair I haven’t bothered shaving in a month because dance classes ended. His fingers tickle as he plays with the hair on my mound. “Go get my shaving kit from the bathroom.”

“What’s happening?” I ask out loud, closing my eyes against the spinning sensation.

“We’re going to get you ready to work,” Grandpop says in his deep raspy voice. He trails his hand lower between my legs, running a finger through my slit which feels slick and hot.

I startle at his touch. He continues running a finger back and forth through the moisture accumulating between my things before slipping that finger inside me.

“Oh,” I moan. It feels good. My boyfriend tried to touch me like this before, but I only let him do it over my panties. I spread my legs a little wider as that finger slips in and out of me.

“You’re so tight Lizzie. I knew you would be a good girl. I’ve been looking forward to this summer for a long time.”

His voice reminds me who is touching me and I try to clamp my legs together. This is wrong. I shouldn’t let him touch me like that. His hand continues stroking in and out of my pussy, my clamped legs only holding him deeper inside me.

“Relax baby. Grandpop is going to take care of you.”

“Starting Lefkoşa Escort already Joe?” My Gran is back. She sets down her supplies on the bedside table and leans over me. “We’re going to get you cleaned up Lizzie. You need to hold still so I don’t cut you baby.” She places a sweet kiss on my mouth before caressing my bare breasts. My nipples tighten at her cool hands touching me. She gives my nipples a little pinch before moving towards the bottom of the bed.

Grandpop wraps his hands around my thighs and drags me until my butt reaches the end of the mattress and spreads my legs apart. He lifts my hips briefly while my Gran shoves a towel under my butt. My body feels heavy and weak. Like a rag doll. I allow them to move me without fighting it.

I lay back looking at the ceiling as water is dribbled over my pubic hair, running between my legs, mixing with my juices and onto the bed. I feel the razor skimming my skin, shaving the hair from the top of my mound. My pussy lips are next. I feel the fingertips holding me open to the air as the razor continues moving slowly along my skin. My legs are raised and the razor ensures that every hair is found and removed. The water comes again with fingers stroking along my now smooth and hairless skin.

“Can I do the honors?” Gran asks.

“Ladies first my love,” Grandpop replies.

Gran settles between my legs and blows gently. The air hits my dripping sex feeling deliciously cool against the heat coming from inside me. I twist my head back and forth on the bed.

“Oh Lizzie. You have such a beautiful pussy,” Gran says as she strokes the wet heat. Her fingers are soft and gentle as she pulls my lips apart and leans in.

Her tongue laps at me teasingly. Tasting me like the first lick of an icecream cone. She groans as she savors my flavor. Her tongue darts out again, a little zing against my clit. I gasp at the contact and try to close my legs again.

“Just relax my sweet girl. I’ll make you feel so good. You’re going to love every moment of this.”

She presses in again, hands stroking the tops of my thighs. I feel the flat of her tongue travel along my opening, stroking from the bottom to the top of my slit before she takes my clit in her mouth. The sensation of Gran sucking on me starts building a different ache deep inside. I’ve never felt like this. I try to push my hands down to stop her, but Grandpop is suddenly there by my head, gathering my wrists in one hand and palming one of my breasts in another. He kneads my bare breast in his callused hand.

Gran continues her attention to my pussy. She adds fingers to the mix as she begins pumping me with her hand. First two fingers, then three. Her mouth is relentless. Sucking on my clit and then lapping at the moisture leaking out of me from her fingers. Something is building inside of me. My breathing picks up. I’m panting and pulling against my Grandpop’s hands.

“She’s so tight Joe. I don’t know if she’ll be able to handle you the first time. Maybe we should bring out the toys to train her first.”

“No. I get to pop that cherry, not one of the toys.”

“Fine. We’ll make it work. Help me make her come and then she’ll be ready for you.”

Grandpop chuckles as he looks down at my strained face. “Is that what you want peaches? You want Grandpop to make you cum?” I groan as he pinches my nipple and leans down Girne Escort to lick at the seam of my mouth. “Open for me.” He licks at my mouth again.

Gran gets back to licking me and I gasp, allowing room for Grandpop to kiss me deeply. His tongue plays with mine, licking against me in long strokes. His tongue is thick and big and I start to wonder what it would feel like between my legs. I sob as I feel more wetness gush between my legs. This is so wrong. These are my grandparents. This shouldn’t be happening like this.

Grandpop breaks our kiss and works his way down my neck and lower, biting at my shoulder and shifting down to my breast. He suckles on my nipple, drawing it into his mouth like a baby nursing from their mother. His tongue swirls my nipple in his mouth before he sucks again, hard enough to hurt just a little. I arch into the feeling, each pull building more tension as my Gran latches onto my clit again.

Oh god. The attention from both of their mouths and hands moving over and inside me is too much to handle. I orgasm in a burst of light, letting the pull of each of their mouths bring me over the edge.

“That’s my girl.” Gran shifts from between my legs, moving up to take Grandpop’s place along side me.

I hear Grandpop unbuckle his belt as my body lays spent and unmoving. Hands grip my hips, curving under my ass and raising me slightly off the bed. Something nudges at my entrance before I feel it slide against the slickness dripping between my thighs.

I open my eyes to watch Grandpops huge cock slowly pressing into my sex. He’s bigger than any dick I’ve seen before. I have played with my boyfriend’s cock and it was tiny in comparison to this one.

Grandpop rocks his hips, working himself inside me. I feel my sex stretching to allow him to fit. Gran leans over us and again takes my clit in her mouth, sucking on the oversensitive nub. I cry out and try to arch away, but Grandpop takes that opportunity to slide full hilt into my pussy, the burn of him breaking through the barrier of my virginity causing me to cry out.

I’m so full. His hands grip my ass harder as he begins to pump in and out of my opening. I relax a little against the invasion. The pain shifts to a dull ache and a silvery feeling begins. I can feel him drag his large cock head in and out of me, hitting a spot inside me everytime he pushes and pulls. I can’t help but rock my own hips chasing that sensation.

“Fuck yeah, Lizzie. You feel so good for me. Such a good little girl taking Grandpops cock.”

My mind again returns to how wrong this is. Grandpop took my virginity. Grandpop is fucking me. I turn my eyes to Gran and see her laying back, watching her husband fuck me while she slips her hand down her own pants. She is loving this.

I turn back to my Grandpop, watching his mouth hang open as he increases the speed, pushing harder and deeper inside me. “Please. Don’t do this.” I mumble as my body continues to get pounded. The bed is rocking now as Grandpop grunts and strains, ready to cum.

I feel a slick finger against my ass, pressing on my puckered entrance. I try to twist away, but Grandpop smiles and holds me tighter, slipping a finger inside my other hole as he continues to pump me.

I moan as another orgasm takes over. Fuck. I feel Grandpop pull his finger out and slam into me a few more times before he spasms against me, spurting his cum inside my womb.

He leans his sweaty body over me and kisses my forehead, before pulling his slick cock from my pussy. His cum dribbles out of me, mixed with my own wetness. My Grandfather just fucked me.

“Now my girl. You’re ready to come work with Gran and me.”

…to be continued.

This story is a work of fiction. Some real places and institutions are mentioned or implied, but they are used fictitiously here. As far as the author knows, no real person affiliated with any of those places or institutions has done anything akin to what is described in this story. Any similarities between any character in this story and any real person are coincidental and unintended. I encourage comments on this story, both favorable and unfavorable. Thank you for reading.

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I met Fiona Fitzpatrick when we were both in college in Chicago. I’d gotten a partial wrestling scholarship, or I couldn’t have been able to afford the university. One of my teammates was dating a woman on the lacrosse team. Fiona was one of the woman’s teammates. I met her first quarter of my junior year when my friends and his girlfriend got me to go with them to a lacrosse team party.

Fiona stood out. The first thing you noticed was her copper-colored hair. That was easy to see because, at just under six feet tall, Fiona was taller than her teammates. The hair framed a beautiful face that had very light freckles on her high cheekbones and a wide mouth that smiled frequently. It was still warm in Northern Illinois so that party was outside, and everyone was dressed in lightweight clothes. Fiona’s shorts made her long, firm legs and tight ass very noticeable. Under her polo shirt were breasts that were a bit larger than perfectly proportional to the rest of her body. In short, Fiona Fitzgerald was, I thought, a stunner. I’d always thought of lacrosse as a rather rough sport. I was surprised someone this beautiful played and, as I later found out, played very well.

My buddy’s girlfriend introduced us, and, to my further surprise, Fiona and I talked for a long time at the party. In addition to being very beautiful, Fiona was smart, articulate, funny, and not at all restrained about saying what she really thought. I also learned that we were both from Ohio, although Fiona was from the northeastern part while I’m from southwestern Ohio. After I left the party that night, I could not get Fiona Fitzpatrick out of my mind.

I saw Fiona walking on campus a few days later. It was around noon. I summoned my courage, went up to her, and asked if she’d join me for lunch. A wide smile broke out on her face. “I was wondering whether I’d hear from you again,” she said. “Yes, I’d love to get lunch.” I led her to a sandwich shop off campus. As we approached the door, Fiona asked, “Who told you this is one of my favorite places to eat?”

“No one,” I answered. “I just like their sandwiches.” I’m not sure Fiona believed me, but we clicked again over lunch like we had at the party. We went out that Friday night and were soon dating regularly. We became lovers just before first quarter exams started.

We both contrived to stay in Chicago the following summer. We were together any time we were both off work. The more time I spent with Fiona, the harder I fell for her. I also learned that Fiona liked to try new things. A couple of weeks into summer break, Fiona said, “there’s a national park on the lakeshore over in Indiana. Someone told me that there’s an area where people skinny dip and nude sunbathe. Want to try it? I’ve never been naked on a beach.”

I’d try almost anything with Fiona. That weekend, we drove my old beater to the national park. We had to hike a distance before we rounded a small point and saw maybe fifty nude people spread over a segment of beach. We stopped on an edge of that area, put down our things, and spread out a beach towel. Fiona and I looked at each other for a moment. Then, Fiona whipped off her tee shirt and dropped her shorts. She was nude underneath. I quicky stripped off.

I’d never been on a nude beach before either. I was surprised at how nice it was to be naked outdoors. The two things I remember most about that trip were how beautiful Fiona looked naked in the sunlight, and how pleasant the other nude people were to us. Fiona and I went back several times that summer.

Fiona and I were both committed to going to grad school; Fiona for an MBA and me for law. We tried to get into programs at the same university or, at least, schools close to each other, but that didn’t happen. Fiona got an opportunity to attend a renowned business school in Philadelphia and I got into a pretty good law school in North Carolina. We couldn’t turn those opportunities down.

Fiona and I stayed in touch after we started grad school, but our schedules never gave us time to get together. Over time, the calls and e-mail became less frequent and eventually stopped altogether. I had no doubt Fiona could have her pick of any man in Philadelphia and that she probably thought she’d traded up from undergrad.

Coming out of law school, I was fortunate enough to have several job opportunities. I finally decided that I was a Midwesterner and took a job as an associate at a large firm in one of the Magosa Escort three big cities in Ohio. I dated some through law school and my first year out. My problem was that I mentally compared every woman I met to Fiona, and, in my memory, Fiona was incomparable.

On Fridays, several of the young lawyers in our firm would usually go out for a drink after work. We typically went to a bar near our downtown office. One Friday early in my second year at the firm, someone suggested that we drive to a new bar that had opened in an upscale area northeast of downtown.

As you’d expect for a new bar after work on a Friday, the place was crowded. As we walked in, I noticed a tall woman across the bar. She had her back to us, but her dark red hair reminded me of Fiona. We got drinks at the bar and found some space to stand a rehash our weeks. I couldn’t stop myself from continuing to look at the redhead. After ten minutes or so, the redhead turned around. She looked like Fiona, only even more beautiful than I remembered. Our eyes met across the room. I could see recognition register on her face. Holy shit! It was Fiona!

I didn’t bother excusing myself from the group. I just started working my way through the crowd across the room. I’m sure I spilled beer on a few people. I was oblivious. I just had to get to Fiona.

Fiona looked amused as I approached her. Nodding her head in the direction from which I had come, she said, “You left a wake behind you.”

“Exigent circumstances,” I said. “How are you? What are you doing here?”

“I’m fine,” Fiona replied. “I work at a wealth management firm a couple blocks away. What are you doing here?”

“I’m at a law firm downtown,” I said. “Some of the people I work with wanted to check this place out.”

“And what do you think?” Fiona asked.

“Right now,” I said, “I think it’s the greatest place in the world.”

Fiona’s smile widened. “Dating anyone?” she asked.

“No,” I said. “You?”

“Now,” Fiona said, “why aren’t you dating anyone?”

“Well,” I replied, “there was this woman I went out with in college. She seems to have spoiled me for any other woman.”

“And” Fiona asked, “what was it about that woman that was so special?”

“Her beauty,” I said, “and her intelligence, her personality, her sense of humor, and the great sex.”

Fiona didn’t say anything right away. Instead, she put her arms around me. I hugged her and we had a long, passionate kiss in that crowded barroom. When we broke our kiss, there seemed to be moisture in Fiona’s eyes. “Damn Peter,’ she said, “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.”

Fiona and I married a few months later. That was the smartest thing I’ve ever done. Together, we made pretty good money. We bought a house in a municipality just outside the city, that was known as a bastion (or den) of progressive open-mindedness. The house was at the end of a cul-de-sac and there was a county nature preserve behind us. We installed an inground pool which we almost always used nude. In spring, summer, and fall, it was not unusual for Fiona and me to make love out in the backyard. Fiona insists that our daughter Leonora (named for Fiona’s grandmother) was conceived in our backyard.

The skinny dipping and outdoor sex stopped, of course, once Leo was old enough to understand what was going on around her. Our municipality had its own excellent school system. By the time she was in high school, Leo was almost as beautiful as her mother. She was an excellent student, played three sports, and was a talented singer and pianist. Sometime in her junior year, she started dating Kevin Moore. Kevin was a high achiever like Leo, and Fiona and I were friends with his parents, Evelyn and Rich. In their senior year, Leo and Kevin seemed to spend most of their spare time with two other couples from their class. They were great kids too, and all the parents were friends.

Leo had been accepted at a very prestigious (and expensive) east coast university. Fiona and I had mixed feelings about becoming empty nesters. On one hand, we’d miss our daughter. On the other hand, we were both still in good shape and could resume some things at home we’d stopped when Leo was born.

About six weeks before Leo’s high school graduation, Evelyn Moore called Fiona at work. Fiona called me. Evelyn had something which we needed to see that affected both of our children. Could we be at the Moore house at 6:00 p.m. the next night? If it affected Leo, we certainly would. That was a Friday evening, Leo’s tennis team had matches at a school up near Lake Erie. She wouldn’t be home until late.

I was more curious than worried as we entered the Moore’s home, a couple of streets from ours, that night. I knew Leo was a good kid. She couldn’t possibly be in any trouble. I was surprised that the four couples who were parents of the kids Leo and Kevin hung around with were also there.

Rich led us into their entertainment room. Evelyn, an attractive Kıbrıs Escort blonde, stood in front of their big screen TV holding a flash drive. When we were all seated, she held up the flash drive. “My car was in the shop a couple of days ago and I was using Kevin’s car while he’s out of town at a track meet,” Evelyn explained. “When I first got in, I noticed this sitting in the center console. I notice it was high capacity and wondered whether it was something he needed. I went back in the house, put the drive in my laptop that night and saw that it had one large video file. I watched the video and, well, you’ll just have to see it for yourselves.”

Evelyn put the drive into a port on a computer connected to their huge TV, made a few mouse clicks, and the video started on the screen. It was recorded indoors somewhere. At first, we just saw an image of a room with a table in the center. There was a sheet over the table. A female voice said, “this is the video of our very special senior class project.”

The video paused for a moment; the operator had apparently stopped the camera. I, and I think, most of the other parents, were wondering what the big deal was. That question was soon answered.

When the video resumed, we heard voices but the only one that was clear was a female voice saying, “I’ll go first.” A lovely young brunette walked in front of the camera and faced it. We all knew her, Glenda Logan. Glenda’s parents, Heather and Jack, sat up a bit straighter. On the video, Glenda was saying, “we’re all going to graduate in a couple of months and go our separate ways. Before we do that, I want you, my best friends, to see the me you haven’t seen before.” Glenda reached behind her back and unzipped her dress. She shrugged her shoulders and the top of her dress fell forward. She pulled her arms out of the sleeves and pushed the dress to her waist. Glenda was not big-chested, and she still had a bra on. We could see her smile as she pushed her dress down from her waist and stepped out of it. Glenda had a very compact, athletic body that looked good in the bra and panties she still had on.

I expected what came next but was still shocked when Glenda took her bra off and stood facing the camera topless, with a grin. I was a little uncomfortable being in the room with her parents as Glenda pushed her panties down, stepped out of them, turned her back to the camera, and bent over. She held that fully exposed pose for a moment before straightening and turning back to the camera. Glenda Logan was a very attractive young woman naked. With a broad smile, she said, “now you’ve seen the real me.” We could hear people clapping on the video.

On the video, we saw the back of a young man come into the picture. He hugged Glenda and she walked out of the frame. The young man turned to face the camera. He was Ryan Stroud, Glenda’s boyfriend. Wordlessly, he took off his shirt and slacks. When he took off his underwear, we could see he was erect. Ryan was a well-endowed young man. I glanced at Ryan’s parents. His mother, Pat, seemed to be suppressing a grin.

Ryan stood facing the camera, completely nude, for a moment before a blonde came into the frame and hugged him. Ryan walked out of the picture. The blonde wore a knit pullover top and slacks. When she faced the camera, we recognized her as Chelsea Conway, senior captain of the school’s cheerleaders. Chelsea smiled and pulled her top over her head, disclosing that she wore no bra. Chelsea had two firm-looking, reasonably large, breasts. “Should I stop there?” she asked.

We heard a female voice on the video reply, “of course not! Everyone gets naked.”

“That’s fine with me,” Chelsea responded on the video. She undid the top of her slacks, pushed them down, and stepped out of them. She was wearing a very small pair of panties which she quickly took off. As Glenda had done, Chelsea turned around and bent over, exposing herself to the camera. After she had straightened up and turned around, a young man, her boyfriend Evan Waters, came into the picture.

Evan hugged the naked Chelsea. She left the picture. Evan proceeded to strip. He also had a hard-on, which I could understand from a young man seeing lovely women like Glenda and Chelsea naked.

I didn’t need her to turn around to recognize the young woman who came into the picture and hugged Evan. It was Leo. Fiona gripped my hand. Leo faced the camera wearing a dress I recognized. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time,” she said. Leo’s dress had buttons up the front. She slowly undid them. When her dress was completely unbuttoned, she let in hang partially open as she gave the camera an almost challenging look. Leo suddenly flung her dress off and stood in a very sheer bra and panties. She took her panties off first, revealing that she had shaved her mound, and then took off her bra. Like her mother, Leo’s chest was a bit bigger than proportional to the rest of her body. Leo also turned and bent over, Lefkoşa Escort spreading her legs slightly so the camera had a clear shot of her vagina and anus.

The part of me that was a traditional father was shocked. However, there was something about the confidence with which Leo had stripped that was very appealing. Fiona leaned into my ear and whispered, “she looks great naked.” Fiona was right. That was another trait Leo shared with her mother.

The last part of the video, we thought, was Leo’s boyfriend Kevin stripping off. The video paused again. Chelsea’s parents, Diana and Tom, started to stand up. “There’s more,” Evelyn said. Diana and Tom sat back down.

When the “show” resumed, the camera was apparently being hand-held by the operator because the perspective changed regularly as if the operator was walking around. What we saw first were Ryan, Evan, and Kevin standing side-by-side, naked with erections. Glenda, also still naked, entered the right of the picture. She cupped Kevin’s balls in her hand and then stroked his dick several times. Glenda moved on the Evan and began stroking him. Chelsea came into the frame, also still naked, and began stroking Kevin. Glenda and Chelsea moved on to stand facing their own boyfriends as Leo came into the picture. She too was naked. Smiling, the three young women looked at each other and nodded.

As the camera operator walked from behind the young women, they got on their knees. They each took their boyfriend’s dick in their mouth and began to blow them. The camera moved to Kevin’s left so we could see down the line of three heads bobbing on three dicks, with our daughter’s head and nude body in the foreground.

The video paused again. When it resumed, we saw the three young women were on their knees on the table, side-by-side, with their backs to the camera. They leaned forward in unison and thrust their hips up, exposing their pubes and assholes again. The camera went down the line, lingering for a moment on the intimate parts of each young woman. When the camera reached the end of the line, it turned around. We saw Ryan, with the two other young men behind walk up. Ryan stopped at the first young woman, Leo, and finger-fucked her for a moment. He moved on to Chelsea and Evan came into view and fingered Leo. Both Ryan and Evan moved behand their girlfriends, and Kevin appeared behind Leo. The men knelt, kissed their girlfriends’ assholes, and began eating them.

The video paused again. We had no idea how much time had really elapsed or whether anyone had orgasmed. When the video resumed, Glenda walked into the picture, naked, and lay on the table on her back. Ryan walked up, gently spread Glenda’s legs, got on the table, and entered her. The camera circled around the couple on the table as they fucked. This time, there was little doubt in our minds that Glenda and Ryan had both come. “Thank God she’s on birth control,” Heather Logan said.

Glenda and Ryan were followed by Chelsea and Evan, who also fucked on the table in missionary position. As Leo and Kevin came out, I knew as a father I should not watch. As a man, I was interested to see a young woman as gorgeous as Leo have sex. Leo got on the table on all fours. Kevin got up on his knees behind her and entered her from the rear. The camera moved around so that we had moments of Kevin’s dick sliding back and forth inside Leo, but it mainly showed us Leo’s face and swinging tits. From the expressions on her face, I concluded Leo was having the time of her life. The similarity between Leo’s facial expressions as she came and Fiona’s face when she orgasms was striking.

When Leo and Kevin finished, they got off the table. Their four naked friends came into the picture. The six young people bunched tightly into what I’d call a naked group hug. The video ended.

There was a moment of silence in the room before Heather Logan asked, “What do we do?”

“Peter, you’re the lawyer,” Rich Moore said. “Do we have any legal trouble here? God forbid that we’re supposed to turn our kids over to the cops.”

“Do we know when the video was made?” I asked.

Evelyn typed on her computer and the date April 15 appeared on the TV. “April 15 this year,” she said.

“Leo turned 18 in February,” I said. “Was everyone else in the video 18 when it was made?” Heads nodded. “Does everyone agree with me that everything on the video appeared to be consensual?”

“Consensual?” Denise Conway said. “They looked enthusiastic.” Again, the heads in the room nodded.

“Ok,” I said, “I don’t think we need to involve the authorities.”

“It really was a hot video,” Fiona said.

“Did any of us seriously think that our kids weren’t having sex with each other?” Pat Stroud asked. Of course, none of us did.

“Well,” Evelyn Moore said, “that’s why I wanted all of you to see the video. I frankly wasn’t sure whether this is something to get upset about or not. The kids could have done exactly what they did without videoing it and we’d never know.”

“As Peter pointed out,” Melissa Waters said, “our children are all legally adults. They can have sex with whomever they wish, and it’s not like this is kiddie porn.”

“Actually,” Perry Conway said, “our kids all look pretty damn good naked.” That drew more head nods.

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That motherfucker Brandon! He just had to break up with me at my birthday party yesterday! I feel so upset. How am I ever going to look at my friends again after what happened? I felt so humiliated! I was so sad and angry that I just had to sleep with my mom. She always knew what to do and what to say. I just wanted her to hold me in her arms and tell me that everything will be fine.

My mom looks very good for her age. Her hair is short and blond and her eyes are blue as the ocean. I, in contrast, am a brunette with medium hair and light brown eyes. I always looked more like my dad. My poor dad works day and night and my mom is always alone. Guess we are alone together now since I can’t think about being anywhere else for awhile.

Whenever we get the chance to be together, we do because we have each other. Last month, I started to get to know her better and we had a crazy night. A night between a mother and her daughter that shouldn’t be typical or even exist but it did, it happened and I will never forget. It was one of the bestest nights ever if I’m being honest. I never told anybody and she also didn’t. It was our dirty little secret. One that I secretly wanted to repeat someday.

I try to go to sleep but I can’t. I’m silently sobbing until mom notices. She has her arms wrapped around my waist and we are pressed against one another. I am shaking a little bit so it was only a matter of time before I accidentally woke her up.

“Oh… baby. I’m sorry” she holds me tight letting me feel her generous breasts against my back.

I tried to stop but my face was wet with tears. My cheeks weren’t the only thing wet, between my legs was sharing some of that natural moisture because of the position we were in. Her precious natural mature body felt good and comfortable.

“It’s ok, I’m just so upset that I can’t go to sleep” I clean my tears and try to take a deep breath to hopefully calm myself.

“I know how to make you feel better, if you want to” She whispers in my ear and I’m interested.

I guess that my mom and I understand each other really well. Could it be that she was having similar thoughts to mine? Maybe…

“Yes mommy?” I ask and turn around facing her, our boobs pressed together, making my nipples hard and hers almost instantly.

She looks at me and pushes my hair back looking better at my face. She dries my tears with her thumbs and smiles gently at me. I do the same and press my body closer.

“I’ll help you relax darling. Mommy always knows best” She says and I nod.

We are both naked in her queen size bed. She lowers the sheets letting us look at each other’s bodies. Her tits are stunning and big and mine are almost the same size. Her nipples are bigger though and mine are a little less on the big side. Her hips are wide and her waist is tiny. I am so glad that Magosa Escort my body looks so much like hers.

Mommy spreads my legs and admires my wet and smooth pussy. I shaved it right before coming here just in case. This is that case.

She looks at me and looks down at my exposed and puffy pussy lips.

“Oh my Goodness Ellie! You’re so wet for me baby ” My mom comments as she spreads my labia letting me bare for her visual pleasure.

My cunt is palpitating and I get even more horny than I was before with my beautiful mom staring at the most private part of my body.

“Yes Mommy, my pussy is so juicy for you” I confirm.

She appreciates my anatomy a little longer. Mommy could clearly admire my erect clitoris and my tight little hole along with my puckered asshole that was also craving attention. Her attention.

“Mommy is gonna make you cum so good, ok? By the time that I’m done, you are gonna feel so much better. Ok, my darling?”

“Yes mommy” I respond and she sticks her tongue out and licks my vagina from my hole to my clit.

I shake a little and lick my lower lip and smile lightly.

She closes her eyes and licks my clitoris slowly, irritating even more and I moan enjoying what my mom is doing to me. She smiles opening those precious orbs of hers and she sucks my little button letting slip out from her lips and she sucks it again and again making me wetter.

“Oh yes mommy! Suck my clit like that!” I scream and she starts to go at it.

My mommy sucks my clit harder and faster and I start to move my hips uncontrollably.

“My baby likes it when I suck her little clit?” She asks and licks it faster.

Oh fuck my mom licking my clit feels so fucking good. My anus opens and closes a little bit along with my pussy hole.

“Yes mommy!” I groan and scream some more.

She licks my engorged clitoris from left to right and then up and down and grabs it between her lips sucking until I’m about to cum.

“Don’t stop! Keep sucking my clitoris mommy! Please!” She sucks and sucks and then she enters her tongue on my right little hole teasing it and lowers her wet and soft tongue to my puckered hole licking it making me cry.

“Yes! Fuck! Lick my asshole!”

Mommy licks my asshole so good that I start shaking my hips to get more friction. Her hand slaps my pussy and I feel more agitated than ever.

“Oh fuck! Fuck me mommy! Put your long fingers inside your daughter’s pussy hole! Fill me up real nice mommy! Please!”

I beg, she moans on my asshole fucking it deep with her tongue penetrating it constantly. I feel so fucking wet and almost at the edge. I’m gonna cum so bad!

“Yeah! Yeah! Mommy! Mommy!” I scream not caring “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna squirt so bad mommy!”

She helps me orgasm when she slips two fingers inside my tight little pussy and finds my g-spot and strokes it so good that I lose my mind and start to squirt all over her amazing mouth.

“Cum for Kıbrıs Escort me baby!” She yells and sucks my erect clit as hard and fast as she can.

“Fuck! Yes! Yeah! That’s it mom!” I scream in pleasure, losing my mind and rolling my eyes back.

My back was arched and I was squirting like crazy.

I finish and my mom looks at me. Her face is covered with my juices. She licks my pussy up and down sucking my cum and cleans her face with the bed sheets.

“Well baby, it’s time that you return the favor. Don’t you think?” She gets up and i nod, excited to help her with her release.

“Of course mommy, it would only be fair” I say while I recover trying to regulate my breathing.

She smiles and lays on the bed right beside me. I get on top of her and we start to kiss passionately and sloopy. Her tongue is out and I suck it deeply. My mommy moans and I spit in her mouth. We share our saliva making nasty sounds and we keep kissing.

I lick her cheek and spread kisses on her jawline and neck. She is breathing heavily and I enjoy every minute of it. My mommy smells so good just like vanilla! Our scents of candy and vanilla melt so good together along with our sweat. It’s an amazon concoction.

I lower myself and grab her tits in my hands rubbing them up. Her nipples are sticking out and they look so puffy and hard. I just need to suck them and please my mommy.

“These are so gorgeous mom! Your nipples are so big and pink!” I mention looking at them.

“Thank you baby, I’m so glad that you like them” She bites her lower lip and I smile with joy.

I lean and take one nipple in between my lips and suck hard letting it fall with a loud “pop”. I lick it good and make circles around the areola and suck on the hard nub again. I take on the other tit and spit on it so that it’s wet and gushy and take it in my mouth. I’m so lucky to be sucking on my mom’s boobs. They are so beautiful and pretty.

“Yeah baby. Suck my nipples nice. Just like that!” Her eyes stare at me as I lick her right nipple up and down.

I make circles and bite that nipple and she moans loudly. I take the other one and kiss it just to suction it repeatedly making obscene noises with it. Leaving her magnificent breasts alone, I go down and spread love kisses all over her flat tummy reaching in between her legs.

My mommy truly had the body of a goddess. Her wonderful tits and pussy reminded me of a renaissance sculpture.

“You have such a pretty and wet pussy mommy. I just wanna drown in it” I laugh, making her giggle too.

“Soon baby I will squirt all over you and make you drink it” She promises and I count on it.

“Mmm yeah, I’m gonna suck your real nice”

I spread her lips and noticed that her clit is big. How enormous! I’ve never seen it before. Last time something like this happened she only rubbed me off but now we were more comfortable with each other.

“Oh my God! I’ve never seen a clit so big before!” I say Lefkoşa Escort inspecting it.

It’s so hard and engorged! It looks so hot and I just wanna put it in my mouth so bad. My mouth is salivating with thoughts of it.

“It’s even bigger now that it’s rigid, fat and dripping. Why don’t you suck on it baby? Get it deep in your mouth and make your sweet mommy cum, huh?” She shakes her hips slightly making her clit stiffen even more.

“Yes mommy I will take good care of you. Just like you did with me” I smirk at her and she does the same.

I get closer admiring the engorged and pulsating clit and take a slow but hard lick.

“Yes!” My mom whines and I just can’t resist myself with the vast thing.

I lick just the tip, noticing how her pussy is flooding even more. I grab it between my lips and suction it as hard as I can.

“Yes baby! Suck your mother’s big clit just like that! Such a good girl!”

I suck and suck letting it drop with a big “pop” and finally land my lips on it and keep on sucking as if my life depended on it.

She’s screaming and trying not to move. I know that she is containing herself and it’s so fucking hot. She’s so fucking hot. My mommy it’s so gorgeous with her big clit. I could get addicted to this.

I’m so proud to be pleasing my mom that I suck like a wild woman. Two fingers find her anus and I slowly slide them in and she moves in surprise.

“Yes baby! Fuck my little asshole like the good baby that you are! You are so good at sucking my clit! I wanna cum so bad Ellie!”

I move the digits in and out of her tight ass and proceed to let my mom’s clit slip from between my lips just to catch it again and suck. Her pussy was so wet that her nectar was getting on my cheeks and chin. My lips were decorated by her too just like lipgloss.

“Yes Ellie! Just like that! Don’t stop! Keep it there!”

I became more rough moving my fingers with great agility even though her tight little asshole was sucking the digits hard and maintained her rigid clit on my mouth, sucking it as hard and as fast as I could.

“Fuck baby! Your mommy is going to squirt all over you? Are you ready for it? Does my daughter want me to bathe her face with my pussy juice?”

I don’t even answer because she knows the answer.

My mom begins to convulse all over my face and fingers motivating me to keep going. She starts to cum and I swallow her pussy juice as much as I can but it makes a mess on the bed landing on my previous squirt.

“Fuck! Yeah! Yeah!” She pants and keeps cumming with a loud scream.

I’m pretty sure the neighbors can hear everything and frankly, I don’t care. I suction the soft nub until she’s done and I get up admiring the hot mess we made together on her bed.

It was so hot seeing our juices together like that. We are both breathing hard and I land beside her feeling nothing but gratitude.

“Did I help you relax?” I ask and she grins nodding her head.

“Yes baby, did I?” She asks caressing my right cheek like a mother does with her daughter.

“You know the answer” we kiss and I cuddle with her.

“Everytime that you need something you just tell mommy dearest. I will always help you, ok?”

“Ok, mommy” we kiss one last time and finally I start to sleep.

Author’s note:

All characters are over the age of eighteen years. This story includes unprotected sex between relatives with the intent of pregnancy. It does not involve anal.

Previously: Once Megan bonds with her son, she thanks her daughter, Mary, and the minister’s wife, Charlotte. After the horny mother seduces each of the women, she turns them over to her son, Mike, for a thorough fucking. As a thoughtful and caring mother, she ensures each woman receives a large load of her son’s sperm.

Special thanks to Malcolmsu for his assistance in proofreading and editing my story.

Mom and I spent the better part of the next day working around the house until we stopped to take an early dinner at one of the restaurants at the mall. We took the Lexus, parked, and walked down the main concourse. When we passed in front of the lingerie store, Mom noticed her nightie in the window, stopped, and requested, “I want to meet Brooke.”

Even though I knew there was a chance she wouldn’t be working or might be with a client, I was still eager to see Brooke again. I wondered how Mom would react, meeting the sexy woman who captured my lustful attention.

When a different sales associate greeted us, I asked, “Is Brooke available, and if so, would you tell her I’d like to talk to her? I’m Mike.”

She smiled and replied, “Let me check. I believe she just completed a transaction.” Curtly turning, she pranced to the rear of the store. Minutes later, Brooke briskly walked out, smiling widely. When she was close, she reached out and held my hands, exclaiming, “Mike! It’s so good to see you again.” Glancing at Mom, she eyed her from top to bottom. She remarked, “I know exactly who this lovely lady is. She’s your friend, and you described her perfectly.”

Mom smirked and replied, “I am his friend, but more importantly, I’m his mother. Hi, I’m Megan.”

I grinned at Brooke’s look of surprise. She released my hands and blushed. Her loss of words only lasted for a few seconds before composing herself. “I’m glad to make your acquaintance. Mike didn’t tell me it was for his mother, but his description was so accurate, I should have known it was someone close to him.”

Mom giggled at Brooke’s nervousness and extended her hand. They shook hands, easing the tension. Mom explained, “He didn’t tell you because he was ashamed to tell someone he was buying lingerie for his mother. I thought it was sweet of him, and I must say, my new boyfriend, Victor, appreciated it. Please forgive my son for deceiving you. He’s been a little overprotective since my separation and tries hard to look after my best interests.”

Brooke smiled and appeared noticeably more comfortable with the tense situation. “It was my pleasure working with him. He’s such a considerate young man. You’re lucky he was there to support you through your ordeal. Fortunately, you stopped by when you did, as my shift is just ending.”

Mom paused and admired Brooke’s beauty before asking, “Please, join us for a late lunch? My treat. It’s the least I can do for the amount of help you provided.”

Brooke blushed again and replied, “Oh, I don’t know. It doesn’t seem appropriate for me to take advantage of a customer.”

Mom wouldn’t take no for an answer. “Nonsense. We’d love the company, and it would be more comfortable for Mike to dine with someone other than his mother. We’ll wait here for your return.”

Brooke didn’t argue and dashed to the back. When she was out of earshot, I stared at Mom and said, “Seriously, Mom? Victor?”

Mom’s smile turned into a sneer. “He did try to screw me. Isn’t that what boyfriends do?”

We giggled, and before we could continue, Brooke reappeared. We made our way to the restaurant, and before long, I found myself seated with two beautiful women. They wasted no time becoming friendly. It was clear they enjoyed each other’s company. Mom tried to include me in the conversation, but Brooke appeared nervous speaking to me. In my mind, I hoped it was because she didn’t want to alert a mother that an attractive, older woman was eyeing her son.

After a lengthy discussion and they felt comfortable with each other, Mom asked, “Brooke, if I may ask, do you have any children? Mike hasn’t told me anything about you, but someone as lovely as you must be married or have one or more boyfriends.”

Brooke’s face flushed, but she didn’t back off from the personal questioning. “Single, for ten years. No kids; that’s why I’m divorced. I don’t know why children scare off so many men.”

Mom’s face saddened, understanding how Brooke felt. They had both experienced harmful relationships. “I know what you’re going through. I was lucky to have found someone, plus Mike has been a tremendous help. I lost my parents several years before my divorce, so he’s had to fill in for my lack of family, too.”

It was Brooke’s turn to get personal. “Megan, I know how you feel, as my mom and dad died a few years ago. Mike said he bought the gift for you because you’re recently divorced. Girne Escort How did you meet someone so quickly after your prior relationship? I haven’t found anyone in ten years of searching, but then again, I gave up after a few years of failed attempts.”

Mom chirped, “My boyfriend and I have been close for a long time; however, we were never romantically involved. After my divorce was all but over, we hooked up one night. It quickly escalated from there. Without going into too much detail in front of my son, your perfectly sized lingerie made it easier to break the ice, if you know what I mean.” Mom’s sexy smirk conveyed her veiled message.

Brooke giggled and knowingly winked at Mom.

Changing topics, Mom continued, “We’re going to stay at a resort for a week to see if we’re as compatible as we think. I still have to look around for a suitable location. I’m looking forward to it, and Mike will have our place to himself, so he’ll be happy to get me out of his hair.”

“I’ll find something to do around the house,” I answered. Mom wasn’t getting off that easy. “There’s always something that needs repairing. Since I returned home, I’ve found several items that haven’t been taken care of for years. It’s been fun getting them back into shape,” I teased.

Mom almost spat out her water when she laughed. Hoping I hadn’t gone too far, I breathed a sigh of relief when Brooke changed the subject and said, “You don’t have to look any further. I own a small cabin in a cute little town in the mountains. It’s tiny but has a fireplace and is only a ninety-minute drive from here. You can stay there for the week. It’s perfect for a romantic adventure.”

Mom’s eyebrows rose when she heard the offer, and I knew she wouldn’t readily accept it. As expected, she politely refused. “We couldn’t impose. You barely know us. We could rent it from you, though. I wouldn’t feel right taking advantage of your generosity.”

Brooked replied, “You’d be doing me a favor by utilizing it. I don’t need the money, and I know enough from talking with Mike and you to know you’re good people. Please allow me to do this for you.” She pulled out a business card and hurriedly scribbled on it. “Here is the address to my cabin. I’ll meet you there at seven tonight. I won’t take no for an answer,” she sternly stressed, handing the card to Mom.

“Thank you so much, Brooke. We better get home and pack our bags.”

*****

We finished our meal and were on our way home in no time. My thoughts drifted to the recent development; I couldn’t believe my good luck. Once home, Mom and I packed enough clothes to last a week. Walking by my suitcase, she tossed in my short robe. Puzzled, I asked, “Do you think I’ll need this? We’re past the shy stage.”

“Smartass, obey your mother,” she scolded and giggled. She knew I’d do anything she wanted. We were on schedule and only thirty minutes away from the cabin when Mom reached over to unzip me. It was tough keeping my concentration on the road while Mom stroked my prick. When I was semi-hard, Mom asked, “Do you remember the promise I made to you concerning bringing other people into our relationship?”

After I nodded in agreement, she continued, “How about Brooke?” My cock responded with a jerk when I recalled our flirting episode. “That’s what I thought. She deserves some manly attention, and I want to help her. Would you mind assisting me in improving her love life?”

“Mom, whatever you want, I’ll gladly aid you. It was clear you were attracted to her. Will you use your persuasive skills to add another notch to your belt of seductions?” She squeezed harder while I teased her.

“Mike, you’re thinking like all men. Every woman isn’t bisexual. Let’s not force her into an uncomfortable situation. All I want is to make her happy. She deserves your prick jammed up her pussy, which I’m sure will restart her lust for life.”

“Since she’s a shorter version of you, it’ll be a delight making love to her. For now, you better stop stroking, or I won’t be much help.” Mom immediately released me, stuffing my cock back into my pants. She patted my leg before running her hand through my hair and massaging my scalp. She always knew how to soothe my inner angst.

The cabin was easy to locate, and before we knew it, we were at the door, knocking lightly. Brooke greeted us and invited us in. Her look turned to concern when she noticed me holding our suitcases. She scanned beyond us and remarked, “Megan, I’m sorry. I forgot to mention there’s only one bedroom. I assumed it would be only you and Victor.”

Mom quickly replied, “He’s in a meeting, but it’s all right. I would’ve called you, but I figured you’d be on the road already. He’ll arrive tomorrow. Mike will return home tonight.” Once Mom looked over the interior design, she exclaimed, “I love your cabin. The open concept with the living room and kitchen is perfect. Your fireplace looks marvelous, too. I’m sure we’ll enjoy it while we’re here.”

My arms Magosa Escort were tired of hefting the luggage, so I set it on the rustic, wood floor. My sighs caught Brooke’s attention. “I’m sorry, Mike. Here we’re blabbering away while you’re holding the bags. Follow me, and I’ll show you the bedroom.”

It looked like she drove straight to the cabin, still dressed in her work clothes. Her conservative skirt hid her upper legs, allowing her thin calves to be displayed while leading the way. Her large, king-sized bed didn’t crowd her oversized bedroom. Several dressers and a makeup table were along one side, and a full-length closet was on the other. The door leading to the bathroom was between the dressers.

Brooke paused and mentally sized the bags I held. She remarked, “I have a couple of suitcase racks in the closet you’ll be able to use.”

While I remained, Mom followed her. When Brooke slid the door open, Mom shrieked, “Oh, my! Look at your lingerie collection.”

Twisting my head to observe what Mom had seen, a rack of nighties came into view. Dozens of delicate sets of nightwear filled the closet. Apparently, working at a women’s store had its perks. Brooke blushed and explained, “The store generously gives deep employee discounts on defects and returns. I hope you don’t find it weird that a woman who can’t snag a man has an extensive collection of sexy clothes. They relax me when I’m here, even if no one will appreciate them.”

Mom stepped closer and ran her fingers through the material of several outfits. “It’s not strange at all, Brooke. I’d do the same if I worked there. Clothes like this make a woman feel special. If anything, I’m jealous of your collection.”

Brooke smiled when she realized Mom wasn’t alarmed at her immense, sexy collection. “There’s some room at the other end to hang your clothes. Feel free to wear these for the time you’re here.”

Mom stuttered, “Really? Most people would get grossed out if someone else wore their intimates. Are you sure?”

“Someone should get some use out of them. It’d make me feel like it was worth it, if put to good use. Please wear what you want while you’re here. Matching panties and bras are in the dresser drawers. I will warn you that I haven’t modified any of them; they might be oddly sized. Please inform me later which ones were a hit.” Brooke giggled and gave Mom the same knowing look from lunch.

She pulled the luggage racks out and set them up along the wall. Placing the suitcases on top, I stepped back while the women continued their conversation.

Mom answered, “Deal. I appreciate it and can hardly wait to try them on. They’re all high-end and sexy. You have excellent taste, but I knew that. Mike told me your expertise in the store saved his hide. By the way he was enamored of you, I thought he had found a new girlfriend.”

Brooke’s face flushed from Mom’s compliments. “I’m glad he was pleased. It takes years to learn the products we sell and become confident enough to select the correct items for the customer.”

Sensing the conversation turning uncomfortable, I turned and headed back to the great room. When Mom thought I was out of range, she continued with the sale of her son. “Brooke, initially, I thought he was impressed with how you managed the sale. When I met you in person, I knew it was more. You’re a beautiful and sexy woman. I know Mike, and his crush on you isn’t because of your sales skills.”

Their voices lowered, and all I could eavesdrop on were their giggles at the end of their conversation. Scoping out the kitchen, I looked and found the glassware. Brooke led Mom to the comfortable couch where they sat.

“Would you ladies like anything to drink?” I offered. “I’m not sure what’s available, but I’m pouring water for myself.”

Brooke chirped, “Juice and milk are in the fridge. I stopped at the market and picked up a few items to hold your Mom and Victor over until they visit the village. There’s also a bottle of wine on the counter. Water for me, please.”

Mom responded, “I wouldn’t mind a glass of wine. It’s a nice way to finish the day, and I don’t have to drive home like you two.”

Taking the stopper off the open wine bottle, I poured half a glass and another with water. Carrying the drinks over, I set them on the coffee table. Brooke sexily smiled and thanked me. Mom’s warm-up conversation in the bedroom positively affected Brooke; her mood was noticeably warmer.

Giving Mom a warning look, I glanced at the wine to remind her of the last time she had too much. She returned a knowing smile before I turned to retrieve my glass. Brooke pulled out a pile of pamphlets from a drawer, showing Mom the maps of the hiking trails and going into detail on all the dining guides for the local restaurants.

Before I could sit, Mom pleaded, “Mike, could you make a fire for us? It’s a little chilly. I love the ambiance and smell of a working fireplace.”

“Sure, Mom. Anything to warm up my lovely ladies.” Kıbrıs Escort I snickered. Mom grinned in return.

Finding the scoop, I cleaned out the ash on the hearth before arranging the logs and kindling. After I opened the damper, I lit the tinder, and after a few minutes, an impressive fire was roaring.

The loud crackling noise drew Mom from the couch. She kneeled beside me and held her hands out to the flames, warming them. “Nice fire. Show me what you did, so I’ll know how to do it when you’re gone.”

She attentively listened while I explained everything. Our backs were to Brooke, which hid our movements. Mom pulled the scoop out of the bucket and purposely dusted the front of my clothes with ash. She exclaimed, “Oh, my goodness, I’m so sorry, Mike. My hand slipped. Take off your pants and shirt before the stain sets in. I’ll hand-wash them and throw them in the dryer. You can change into Victor’s robe while we wait for them to dry.”

After closing the bedroom door, I stripped and retrieved the short robe. The bottom was a mere eight inches below my crotch, allowing my hairy legs and thighs to be displayed. I thought back to when Mom threw it in the case. She planned this, knowing a seduction would be easier with skimpier garments. Following Mom’s intentions, I didn’t wear any underwear.

I carried my clothes back and handed them to Mom. She quickly disappeared into the bathroom. Brooke’s constant stare at my exposed flesh made me regret my commando decision. My cock could easily escape and poke out the front. Mom yelled, “Sit by Brooke so we can finish reading the booklets together. Don’t worry, she won’t bite,” she chuckled. “At least I hope not. I wouldn’t want my son damaged.”

Brooke giggled and patted the spot next to her. At least it’d be easier to arrange my prick discreetly. Holding up one of the pamphlets, she acted like she was leafing through the pages, but I caught her repeatedly glancing at my legs. When I sat near her, my calves touched hers. She didn’t move away and bumped me several times when she retrieved more material from the drawer.

Mom emerged and sat beside me rather than sitting on the other side of Brooke. Finding myself sandwiched between two sexy, beautiful women, I concentrated on various topics to keep my manhood from making a surprise appearance. It didn’t help that frequent wafts of perfume from each of them flooded my senses. Mom’s left hand dropped to my leg and held it while she held open a menu. “Look at the delicious meals offered by this restaurant. Victor and I may have to patronize them several times during our stay.”

Her hand remained on my leg when she passed the menu back. Brooke took the paper, and I could see her eyeing Mom’s intimate touch. Not mentioning it, she replied, “Good choice. It’s one of my favorite places to eat.”

After they had finished reviewing the material, Mom yawned and asked, “I’m sticky and stinky. Do you mind if I take a shower while we’re waiting for Mike’s clothes to dry?” She removed her hand and rose.

Brooke replied, “Enjoy. I should leave anyway before it gets too late. I’ve shown you everything you need.”

Mom’s face turned to sorrow, pleading, “Please stay until Mike leaves. I enjoy your company, and I’m sure he would like someone to talk to while I’m showering. Right, Mike?”

Turning to look at Brooke’s pretty face, I begged, “I’d love for you to stay. We’ve barely spoken since Mom likes to command the conversation.”

They laughed, and when Mom rose to leave, she retorted, “I get the picture. You two can have a nice talk while I shower.”

Mom knew her excuse to shower provided a chance for me to connect with Brooke. Before I could speak, Brooke barraged me with questions and kept the conversation centered on me. Partway through one long answer, I recognized my error and quickly wrapped up my rhetoric. Rising off the couch, I said, “It’s still a little chilly. Let me throw on a few more logs.”

While I fed wood into the fireplace, I recalled a portion of Sarah’s training. I could distinctly hear her words.

“Contrary to young men’s beliefs, you can’t win over a girl by flopping your cock out in the open and hoping she’ll go gaga over it. Seducing a woman is accomplished quicker through her mind, rather than physically. Inquire about her interests and beliefs. Stay engaged in what she says, and ask questions when needed. Hold your attention on her, and don’t drift off while thinking of a tricky comeback to something she’s saying. Compliment her. Often. When she asks you something, don’t dwell on a long-drawn-out narrative. Allow her to pry information from you.”

Scolding myself, I had inadvertently fallen into what Sarah had warned me. Closing the spark screen, I returned and nestled next to Brooke. She smiled and remarked, “The room is warm, but with your short robe, you might feel chilly. I’ve noticed that you inherited your mother’s great legs; more hair, though,” we both chuckled; the ice had broken.

It was my turn to focus the dialogue on her interests. After a few topics that didn’t go anywhere, I shifted the discussion to her employment, knowing she was proud of her sales skills. That’s all it took. She loved to talk about fashion and her position at the lingerie store.

Chapter 3

Susan dreamed of her youth, when she and Freddy Conners had been stupid horny teenagers unable to keep their hands off each other. He’d been an asshole even then, but the way he made her feel when those strong hands gripped her hormone-addled body painted those red flags white. The man was faceless in the red haze of her dream, those achingly familiar hands groping at her breasts, pulling her hair and slapping her ass to manhandle her into a place of submission. That achingly familiar hardness pressed tight to her already slick petals, the hot flesh like living iron as it pushed inside her body and forced her to cry out in mindless lust.

He mounted her from behind, shoving her face against the soft sheets of her childhood bed. The rough thrusts began without warning or tenderness, that iron rod spearing into her delicate flower and jerking her body against the cruel grip he kept on her hair. His heavy sack slapped at the backs of her thighs as he found his unforgiving rhythm. She tried to ease her knees apart on the bed but he jerked her head back and slapped her hard, a reminder to maintain the position he’d placed her in.

Susan had come to know her own true worth since the divorce, and that part of her hated how she relished these dreams. Hated the way the memory of her husband used her body without a hint of love or respect, how she moaned and begged and came around that pistoning rod over over. She couldn’t lie to herself about how the degrading treatment made her feel, the mindless euphoria that rushed through her with each pull of her hair and rough slap to her blushing flesh. In the heat of the act she’d pretended that he treated her like that because he knew she loved it, that he was thinking about her instead of just using her body to get what he wanted. All too soon the barely maintained illusion fell apart as the faceless man reached his release, pulling out to spurt his fluid across her back with lewd grunts of satisfaction. He slapped her ass and rose from the bed to disappear from her room without a word, leaving her with nothing but the shameful truth of what he’d always thought of her.

The dream shifted in that fluid way dreams do. A strong arm held her blushing body, hugging her front against a leanly muscled chest while caressing her back with slow, firm strokes. The stark change of the dream cleared Susan’s mind a little, her lips pursing in confusion as she rested her arm across that chest and took in the familiar scent of a male at rest. Freddy never held her like this. The wrongness of the memory tugged at her, lifting her up out of the dream even as she yearned to sink back down and revel in this long denied tenderness.

She opened her eyes to the darkness of the small motel room, a soft yellow beam of light from the streetlamp outside the only source of illumination. Shifting slightly, Susan realized that the strong arm from the end of her dream still held her and for a moment she thought herself still asleep. She moved her arm against the strong chest, felt the short hair that covered it’s warm skin and a soft gasp parted her lips as the events of the previous day rushed back to her. She and Sean had shared the small room she’d rented, showered, changed, cuddled up on the single large bed in front of the tv and ate cheap pizza before falling asleep in each other’s arms.

Her eyes lifted to the handsome face of her eighteen year old son. He slept soundly, his strong chest rising and falling steadily under her palm. Her own body was pressed tight to his side, one leg wrapped around his thigh in an unconscious attempt to pull herself even closer. A warm wetness coated the inside of her thighs, the fluid soaking through the thin fabric of her sweats to do the same to Sean’s baggy boxer shorts. “Oh God…” she whispered in the dark. In her shameful dream she’d cum several times and cum HARD. Had she been grinding her needy cunt against his leg the whole time?

She leaned up on her elbow and looked at his face again, watching carefully for any sign of discomfort or wakefulness but the boy slept as soundly as he had after climbing into her bed as a child. Her gaze wandered downward again and Susan froze, noticing Lefkoşa Escort for the first time the proud erection standing tall against the fabric of the young man’s boxers. The familiar scent of freshly spilled precum reached her, and as she focused upon her son’s throbbing arousal she could just make out the glistening dark patch where his boxers hung over the crown.

She marveled at how similar to her late ex-husband her son had become. No, that wasn’t right. Physically he’d grown to possess the same intoxicating masculinity, but she could tell he was an entirely different person after spending a single evening in his company. Slowly, glancing at his face over and over to be sure he wasn’t waking, she reached out and lightly touched the slick warm fabric of his boxers right at the tip of his pulsing manhood. She quickly pulled her hand back and slipped her fingertip between her lips, her eyes fluttering closed as that heady taste coated her tongue.

“Nnnnnph…” she moaned, stroking her tongue along the roof of her mouth and savoring that small sample of Sean’s natural fluid. The smoldering heat in her core flared to life again and she rubbed her thighs together tightly. ‘What the hell is wrong with me?’ she thought through the pulsing red haze that clouded her mind ‘I don’t do things like this, not anymore, and CERTIANLY not with my own child. It’s like that fucking dream…’. She blinked slowly, her gaze wandering back down Sean’s lean young body to that subtly bobbing member and bit her lip. The dream, of course. She was still asleep, had to be. The emotional meeting at the funeral and spending that precious time with him, of course she was dreaming about her son.

With agonizing slowness she turned her body on the bed beside Sean, easing onto her knees and leaning over his groin to breath deeply of his scent. Like a burglar romancing the complicated lock of a wall safe she nudged the fabric of his boxers with her fingertips, tugging lightly this way and that to bring the garment’s front fold to the very top of that beautiful tower until they slipped down around his flesh and bunched around the thick base.

Susan tilted her head and stared at her son’s face again, watching so carefully for what felt like forever before bending down and parting her soft lips just above that glistening head. She hesitated just for a moment, eyes closed, breathing in the scent of his beautiful sex. Then the moment passed and her body seemed to move on it’s own, her plump warm lips gliding over Sean’s crown like silken pillows and wrapped snugly around the blushing shaft. She took a deep breath through her nose, her left hand pushing down inside the front of her sweats to cup and stroke at her shaven flower. She could feel his heartbeat against her lips, her tongue caressing the head in a slow circle, sloshing about in the rush of warm precum that poured into her mouth in response.

She’d always enjoyed performing with her mouth, deriving an intense pleasure from feeling hard flesh throb between her lips and relishing how the living fluid it produced made a slimy, salty bath for her tongue to swirl around before she swallowed it like a decadent treat. Sean’s beautiful manhood felt and tasted and smelled like it was made for her mouth, so similar to the organ she’d spent years lavishing with undeserved affection but better somehow, more…her.

Slowly she lowered her upper body over her son, bobbing and tilting her head in practiced motions while keeping her lips sealed tight around his shaft. Her left hand pressed tight to her mound with two fingers buried deep inside her sopping wet pussy, stroking firmly at her aching walls with her fingertips while her mouth glided up and down Sean’s phallus without letting a drop of precum spill free. A low hum rose from Susan’s chest to tease the object of her attention with subtle vibration, muscle memory kicking in as her mind slipped into a familiar, comforting trance centered around her son’s delicious manhood.

Lost in her sweet devotion, the firm upward buck of Sean’s hip’s almost took her by surprised. His slick phallus THROBBED against her lips, and Susan reacted to the signal of Girne Escort imminent release by gliding smoothly upward and sealing her lips just behind his crown. She sucked her cheeks inward, humming a sweet lullaby to her wonderful boy as she welcomed his first heavy splash of thick cum. Her eyelashes fluttered as he filled her mouth with a rush of bucking spurts, her fingers curling tight inside her spasming pussy as a climax more intense than anything she’d felt in years quaked through her.

She barely managed to hold on, her mouth a vacuum seal around Sean’s spurting cock until the last, adorably weakened pulse let her know that he was finished. As slowly and carefully as she began, Susan eased her head upward, drew her soft lips over the crown of her son’s manhood and sank back onto her knees. She held his gift in her mouth for a long time, swirling her tongue about in slow circles, committing the taste and texture of him to memory before tilting her head back and letting it all slide down her throat in three slow gulps.

Licking her glistening lips she looked at Sean’s face again. He hadn’t woken when he came in his mother’s warm mouth, hadn’t gasped in horror and recoiled from her to transform the dream into a nightmare. Slowly she turned herself again, returning to that intimate position and sliding her arm across Sean’s chest. She pressed herself into his side, nuzzling her face against his body like a little girl. His strong arm closed around her shoulders again and her heart sang in her chest, that warmth following her into a new dream of safety, love and family.

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Sean slowly awoke to the sound of the shower running, a wispy cloud of steam playing across the ceiling where it escaped through the half open bathroom door. He slowly lifted himself onto his elbows and yawned, a small smile touching his lips as the very pleasant dream he’d been having replayed in his head with surprising vividness. His subconscious must be royally fucked up to produce such a realistic simulation of his own mother sucking him off like that, but a lot of emotional shit had gone down in that last few days and his mind had to work through it somehow. Whatever the cause, he certainly didn’t mind the result.

His smile faded when he looked down and saw his soft manhood poking halfway out of his boxers. He glanced nervously at the bathroom door then swung his legs over the edge of the bed and tucked his shame out of sight. Had Mom see that when she got up? She hadn’t tried to wake up him to deal with it or pulled a blanket over his waist or anything. She’d probably just wandered into the bathroom right after waking and been too groggy to notice. Yeah, that’s probably what happened.

Sean stood up tall in front of the motel room’s single window and stretched his arms high over his head before moving to the foot of the bed and beginning the morning routine drilled into him by Mr. Takamori, his jujutsu sensei. His father had forced him into martial arts classes almost immediately after the divorce. “No pussies in my house” was the response he got when Sean wanted to quit after the first class. Three days a week for ten years earned him a black belt, his sensei’s begrudging acknowledgement, and the leanly muscled body reflected in the black tv screen in front of him. Sean was proud of what he’d achieved but hated how much of it he owed to his father’s tyrannical ‘parenting’. He paused in the middle of the last Kata exorcise, met his own gaze in the tv’s reflection and thought about stopping altogether. His father was gone and so were the endless demands, but then the stern face of Mr. Takamori rose to the surface and Sean completed the motions with the same silent focus as before. He and the sixty eight year old japanese man barely spoke outside of training but Sean felt a stronger filial connection in the dojo than he’d ever felt at home. A thin sheen of sweat coated his brow when he finished his routine but his breath was even and slow.

“Is that karate?”

Sean turned to see his mother standing in the doorway to the washroom. He blushed, planting his hands on his hips and looking down Magosa Escort at his bare feet “Jujutsu actually.”

His Mom was a vision of matronly beauty with only a single white towel wrapped around her naked form. A water droplet rolled along the nape of her neck, past her collarbone and down the pale slope of her right breast. Sean’s gaze followed that adventurous droplet until it disappeared into the fluffy towel close to where her nipple was hidden. He pictured her without the towel, those pillowy mounds wobbling free against her body with every step and a big warm smile on her face as he watched the display.

He imagined caressing down those lovely slopes with his palms, feeling the heat of her skin while slowly cupping those heavy curves and hefting their weight. Would she whimper when his fingers sank into her delicate flesh, moan and go weak in the knees when he rolled her nipples between his fingertips? If he smacked the sides of those beautiful mounds just to see them bounce against her body would she squeal and shove him away or welcome the firm affection with an inviting smile?

The fresh memory of his sinful dream flashed into his mind. His mother’s dark hair swaying across her cheek as she bobbed her head over his lap in the dark, the sensation of her wet mouth caressing his shaft with the tight seal of her lips until he released his pent up seed. Sean’s imagination built upon the dream to form a new fantasy of her lounging naked on the bed beside him like concubine in a smutty nobility drama, her lips gliding along his shaft as he fondled her breasts at his leisure. How would it feel if she moaned from his touch while sucking him off slow and wet and loving? Would it feel like it had in his dream?

“…Honey?” she’d been speaking to him.

Sean’s gaze snapped back up to her eyes and a silly grin spread across his face to match the blush “Sorry Mom…uh…what?”. How long had he been ogling her while his imagination ran wild? He shifted his stance to the side as subtly as he could and hoped the fresh arousal in his sweats wasn’t too obvious.

Her lips were pursed, arms crossed around her middle which propped up her generous bosom even more. Sean swallowed loudly and forced a smile, pretending that he wasn’t turning pink from chest to ears. Finally he looked down in shame. God, she was tapping her bare foot on the motel room carpet like she caught him sneaking Halloween candy a week before the big night. When he looked up again that disappointed pout had been replaced by a small, teasing smile. He laughed nervously. She giggled. He laughed more honestly and she crossed the room with arms stretched out for a hug. They embraced tightly and his joy at not being shunned moved him to lift her against his chest and spin around which made her cry out with delight.

She purred against his shoulder as her settled her back on her feet “Mmmph. I guess…it’s gunna take a bit for you to see me as your Mom again huh?”.

Sean smiled, meeting her eye as they parted just enough for his hands to slide down onto her curvy hips “What? No, no way. I’m sorry about that Mom.”

He swayed her slowly from side to side with his hands, happy that his wandering eye hadn’t fucked up the delicate renewal of their relationship. To his delight, she responded to the slow dance by looping her arms lazily over his shoulders. Her towel slipped an inch down her breasts and his eyes dropped for a half-second to see the tantalizing edge of a nipple. He jerked his head upward and stared at the ceiling in overcompensation and she laughed at him.

“Oh Lord…you sure about that Sweetie?” she purred playfully, teasing her fingers up into his hair at the back of his head.

His eyes closed as he tilted his head into her touch “Mmmph..yeah..your just..uh…perfect.”

His mother was quiet for a long moment as they swayed together, her fingers stroking through Sean’s short hair in a way that made him feel safe and loved. It had been so long that the feeling was euphoric. A disappointed groan slipped from him when her hand moved down onto his shoulder.

He opened his eyes and saw that she was staring at him, her gorgeous blue eyes so intense it was almost scary. She licked her lips and pushed herself against him, tilting her head and pressing her plump lips to his cheek in a big wet kiss. “Thank you Sweetie.” She whispered against his ear before easing back and patting his cheek with her palm “Now go shower. Your all sweaty and I need to change.”

I woke in the same position. Often, on Thursday night, what she had done left me so exhausted I slept through the night without moving. Her tit was right there so I moved a tiny bit and took her nipple into my mouth. Her warm sweet milk energized me.

As I nursed I brushed my fingertips along the tops of her inner thighs. She parted her legs unconsciously, as she often did. I lightly traced the delta of the mat of her thick, coarse pubic hair.

Her milk calmed me as I suckled. And her body started to respond as my finger traced lower, lightly touching the hard button of her clitoris. I felt her awaken, the subtle changing in her breathing, a new tension in her body.

Her hand stroked my hair and she murmured, “what a good boy.”

I suckled and slowly masturbated her. Her hand came down and found me, hard.

Our mutual masturbation lingered long enough that after she had cum, filling my hand with her warm sticky nectar, and I had ejaculated, semen smearing her hand and forearm, and hip, I needed to hurry to make my first class.

We hurried through the shower and I settled for two breakfast burritos snagged from the McDonald’s drive-through on my way to class. Friday was a teaching day and once again I vowed to kill my professor who had scheduled those 9:00 classes. But I got through them, carefully protecting my sore ass as well as I could.

My economics class at 2:00 was interesting as we worked the formulas on an eXcel spreadsheet. It turned out, the government was broke but that was hardly a surprise.

Friday night was our night at the Mommy and Me club. She had my short pants, striped T-shirt, white socks, and Buster Brown saddle oxfords laid out.

As I was dressing she asked, “how would you feel about your mom wearing the same thing two nights in a row?”

I thought of her yellow Donna Reed dress and said, “oh goodness, yes.”

She drove, of course, and at Mommy and Me, a club she had found that catered to mothers and sons, she ordered me the Chicken Strips and a Virgin Cuba Libre’. She got a Ribeye with a stuffed twice-baked potato, and a pitcher of beer. As we ate I snuck drinks from her beer.

At 8:00 the lights dimmed and the music started. Friday was live music night and tonight was a Beatles cover band.

One of the couples we knew pretty well walked over to the table.

“May Girne Escort I have this dance,” Greg asked mom. He and I had been friends since mom found this place, and tonight his mom had dressed him in a suit. The pants were too short as were the sleeves, giving the impression he was going through a growth spurt.

“I’d be honored, sir,” mom said, smiling and standing.

I stood too.

Greg’s mom, Stephanie I knew although she was always Mrs. Durham to me, was waiting expectantly. She’s a well-padded redhead and I always liked dancing with her. She’s short and round and fits nicely in my arms. We danced through “And I Love Her” in the classic slow dance position, her right hand in my slightly extended left, my right hand on her hip, and her left hand on my shoulder. When the band shifted immediately into “I Want to Hold Your Hand” I spun her into a passable jive dance.

The evening went like that. Mom and I danced together. Throughout the evening she danced with Tommy, Freddy, and Jamie while I danced with their moms. Well, in Jamie’s case I danced with his grandmother, one of those women who lose every fat cell after menopause. She was nothing but skin, bones, and sinew. She asked if I would be interested in being her pool boy in the summer since Jamie was going to be spending the summer with his dad. I told her she’d have to check with mom.

I was pretty drunk by the time they dimmed the lights and called out “last call for alcohol.” Mom was too since she asked me to drive.

I was being VERY careful, staying on the back streets, making the normally 20-minute drive extend to almost 45 minutes. Eventually, we made it home, and I was so nervous my hands were shaking.

I got out of the car and ran around to open the door for her.

That’s when I realized how completely smashed she was.

She staggered and would have fallen if I hadn’t caught her. She giggled, hanging onto my arm, making me carry a good bit of her weight as we headed for the door. She went quiet and stopped, making me stumble. As I watched her eyes got big, she opened her mouth, and threw up.

As a demonstration of projectile vomiting, it was pretty spectacular. I jumped back but still got some on my shoes and socks and felt a spatter of wetness on my shins.

“Oh God,” she moaned and the next wave bent Magosa Escort her over. I had an almost hysterical urge to giggle when the phrase “puke on your shoes drunk” flashed through my mind.

She did exactly that.

As I watched she sort of crumpled. It was almost like watching a marionette’s strings being cut one by one. She heaved again and dropped to her knees, this time leaving a string of thick mucus and drool hanging from her chin.

She heaved again, making a loud, almost barking sound, and leaned over, on all fours now, her back arching as she retched, almost dry heaves now. Almost but not quite. Thick mucus-laden drool hung in ropes from her mouth and clear snot puddled below her nose.

Another spasm and the smell told me she had lost bowel and bladder control.

“Oh God,” she moaned, head hanging, hair wet with puke and drool.

Since the worst of it was passed I knelt beside her, rubbing her back gently.

“Can you stand?” I asked.

“Not yet,” she said as another round of retching took her, accompanied by a long, sonorous, bubbly fart.

So I rubbed her back some more while she visibly calmed down.

Finally, she took a deep breath and said, “help me.”

We got her on her feet and walked her into the house. I was pretty drunk myself and it took three tries to get the key in the lock but I managed it.

“Mom, wait,” I said.

“What?” she asked, swaying.

Then I did get the giggles.

“You’re a mess, let me get your panties off and throw them away,” I said, getting to my knees and then reaching under the skirt of her Donna Reed dress.

“Oh, God,” she sort of moaned.

I was reaching under, feeling, seeking the waistband of her panties. My hand was wet almost immediately. Christ, she had really let go. I found the panty’s waistband and started pulling them down. They were sodden and heavy. She smeared shit and piss on her ankles and shoes when she stepped out of them.

“Wait,” I said, and then ran to the trash can, threw the mess away, and ran back. She was swaying but still upright.

Upstairs, in our bedroom, I started undressing her. She was still VERY unsteady, swaying and needing to take a step to keep her balance. I got the dress, the petticoat, her shoes, nylons, and bra off, but the girdle was so damn shit smeared Kıbrıs Escort I didn’t want to touch it. I said, “wait” again and ran the clothes down to the laundry room. The smell was pretty rough and I didn’t want it lingering in the bedroom when I tried to sleep.

Back in the bedroom, she had sat on the edge of the bed, making a fresh mess there. I rolled my eyes, pulled her to her feet, and walked her into the shower.

As soon as the water had warmed enough that I didn’t figure it would give her a heart attack I pushed her into the shower, followed her, and started hosing her down with the handheld showerhead. I was still drunk myself and got a truly epic case of the giggles when I heard a distinct “plop” and part of the mess in her girdle hit the shower floor.

I had second thoughts about the advisability of putting her into the shower before getting the damn girdle off as I started struggling with it. Christ. Wet, it was goddam near impossible to get moving. I was panting before I had it past her ass. But eventually, I got it off.

I wasn’t terribly interested in anything but cleaning up the damn mess. But as I washed her face and then shampooed her hair, well, nature sort of took over.

I dried her, walked her into the bedroom, well, staggered her into the bedroom, looked at the mess where she had sat on the edge of the bed, thought about having her sit while I changed the sheets, then thought “fuck it,” and helped her into bed.

I crawled into bed beside her, erect now and wanting her.

But she had passed out.

As I watched she blew a big snot bubble that popped and spattered over her face.

It was fun, in a necrophiliac way. For the next hour or so I played with her body, posing her, touching and pinching, and playing with parts. I tugged at her nipples until her milk flowed and then just watched as I played with her clitoris.

I finished by climbing up so I sat on her ribs, held her tits together using my thumb and forefinger on her nipples, and titty fucked her. When I came, the thick jet of my semen spattered to her forehead, leaving a thick line that ran into her eyes and smeared her nose and lips.

Finished, I went to sleep nursing.

Her snoring woke me at 3:43 according to the clock on the headboard.

She was still a mess and now her mouth was wide open, her snoring loud, and her nose was running, adding to the mess on her face.

I went into the bathroom and peed. When I got back to the bed I fucked her. This wasn’t making love, it was pure fucking.

And it was fun in a necrophiliac way.

I latched on again and this time slept through the night.