“FUCK ME!! Fuck Me Marcus!” Dam it felt good with him sliding his big cock in me. I propped up on my elbows to watch him slid his black cock in my white pussy. When he was all the way in I lay back and wrapped my legs around his hips as he drove deeply in me. Never in my life would I have though I would be welcoming a black man in me like this. But then I never thought the last 2 months would be like they were. Oh fuck! He is pounding my pussy like I have never had before. “Oh yes, do it like that!” I was lifting my pussy up on each stroke he made. It was then I looked over his shoulder. My eighteen year old son was standing in the doorway with a look on his face like the one I had seen a month ago. He dropped the cover and ran away.

I dropped my legs from around Marcus. “Stop, Stop.”

He drove deep and stopped. “What?”

“Get off, Charlie just saw us.”

“So what, he is a grown man. If we are here much longer I expect he will see a lot more.”

“No stop, get off me. You don’t understand what he has been through this last month.” I couldn’t forget the look on his face when he saw Marcus fucking me. “I have to go talk to him right now.”

He roll off me. “Dam, it was just starting to feel good. Hurry back.”

I was eighteen and pregnant when Mike and I married. He was twenty two and just out of college. He was over six feet tall and the most handsome man I had ever seen. Charlie looks just like him now. He was just getting started in business and I knew that he was going to do quite well in whatever he wanted to do. I was so carried away with him being older than the boys I usually dated that I let him take my virginity on the second date. It was good and just got better the next time we did it. I forgot all about taking precautions and got pregnant. A month later we married.

Mike was always good in bed and I like what he did to me. I never remember turning him down when he wanted to make love. We only stopped when I was in my last month and after Charlie was born. When we started back it was even better than before.

Mike was on the fast track with his company and he like having a pretty wife on his arm. I don’t think I hurt his chances at all. I had been in my share of beauty pageants and knew I looked good. I stood about 5 feet 7 inches and weighed 115 pounds. With blond hair and blue eyes I attracted a lot of attention. I didn’t mind showing a lot of leg or even a quick view down my chest when I thought it might help Mike. He liked my showing off and encouraged it.

It wasn’t long before he was heading up the local office and I quit my job to stay home with Charlie. With his salary we lived in an upscale neighborhood and Charlie went to the best school. Sex was still good for us and for the first ten years we were at it every chance we got. The last few years things had slowed down for us but we stilled loved each other. Mike was just having to work harder as he was steady moving up the companies latter.

Charlie graduated from high school and was going to college this fall. He was built just like his father when I first met him. He had more than his share of girls chasing after him but he was hung up on a cute little blond named Carla. I am pretty sure they were already having sex as they spent too much time alone. Mike never had the father son talk with him and I only told him to be careful. When has telling a eighteen year old boy not to have sex ever worked?

Charlie and I were really close as I was always the one taking him places and to his ball games. When he was little he would curl up in my arms and watch TV until bed time. When I tucked him in bed I always kissed him gently on the lips. As he grew older he still snuggled up close to me and he always kissed me goodnight and good morning as well as each time he came or left home; right on the lips. Even now he kisses me that way. I wouldn’t have it any different.

We had our own back yard pool and the two of us spent a lot of time each summer in it. I have kept my body in good shape all these years. After all, Mike still needs some arm candy from time to time. This last summer Charlie and I spent a lot of time together. I always wear a bikini. I do still like to show off to Charlie’s friends. I know he likes to see his friends look at me, just like his father.

This is where the story really gets started. Mike and I decided to go to one of the resort islands for a couple of weeks. Just the two of us with Charlie staying home. Sex had been really slow for some time now and we thought it might perk us up a little. We were leaving in a couple of weeks and I asked Charlie if he would go shopping with me.

I picked up a few sports outfits I liked and carried them back to the dressing rooms to try them on. Charlie waited outside the door. I would put on one outfit and open the door so he could see them. He would give a thumbs up or down and I would move on to the next one. I liked the look in his eyes when he liked something I had on. I purchased some of them and we went across the mall for a drink. zenci escort gaziantep bayan

“Thank you for coming with me. It is always better to have a second opinion.”

“No problem Mom, I like watching you try on clothes.”

“Most guys wouldn’t be caught dead shopping with their Mom.”

He winked at me. “Most guys don’t have a sexy Mom like mine.”

I laughed, “You think I’m sexy?”

He just laughed at me, “Well, I’m not sure but I’ll know after our next stop.”

“Next stop?” I have what I came after.”

“Oh no, you haven’t bought a swim suit yet. You can’t go to the islands without a new bikini or two.”

“I have swim suits.”

“Not like the ones you are going to buy today. Today you get the sexy ones for your trip.”

“Just how sexy do you think they are going to be?”

“Come on lets go try them on. I will tell you which ones to buy.”

Like the other store I picked out a couple of suits and carried them to the dressing room. I slipped one on and it was almost like the ones I always wore around home. It was a bikini so it was a little sexy but not like some of the others. I opened the door where Charlie could see me. I turned around and let him see the back. He gave a thumbs down. I tried another and got the same thumbs down. I had one more to try and when I came out he gave it a thumbs down. “What is wrong with these?”

“Not sexy enough. Here try these.” He handed me three more. ” See how these look on you.”

I went back in the dressing room and looked at the ones he handed me. I tried it on and looked in the mirror. No way was I going to wear this on the beach. The top barely covered my breasts and the bottom was so small that I would have to shave to even wear it. Turning around I looked in the mirror and only a thin material covered my ass. NO WAY!

I stuck my head out the door. “No way am I going to wear this on the beach.”

“Let me see,” said Charlie

“No”.

“O come on, it can’t be that bad. After all you owe me for coming shopping with you today.”

“Anybody else out there?”

He looked around, “No, just me and you.”

I took a deep breath and cracked open the door. “I’m not coming any farther.” I Peeked around to make sure and then stepped in the opening. I saw his eyes grow big and heard him whistle.

“Wow Mom, you look beautiful!” I blushed to hear my son say I was beautiful. I moved to go back inside.”

“Turn around let me see the back.” It was all I could do to turn my back to him. I heard another soft whistle and I quickly shut the door . My face was as red as a beet. The other two were just as bad but it was easier to show him after the first one. All three got a thumbs up from him. I ended up buying all three at his insistence.

As we left the mall he put his arm around me; “You really are the sexist Mom I know. I don’t even know any girls as sexy as you.” I was too turned on to answer. I just gave him a elbow to the ribs. That was the last happy moment we had as we headed home.

When we pulled up in the drive Mike’s car was in the drive way along with Carla’s. “Wonder why Mike is home this early? Were you expecting Carla today?”

“She was going to come over this afternoon. I forgot to call her and tell her I was going with you.”

We gathered out packages and went in the house. No one was down stairs and I looked out the back door and didn’t see them by the pool. “Come on and help me get these to my room and then we will find them.” I found them alright! I pushed the door open and saw them. Mike was fucking her on my bed! For a second I couldn’t get a word out. The little blond had her legs over his shoulders and he was fucking her for all he was worth. They were so involved that they didn’t even hear when I dropped the packages on the floor. I heard Charlie behind me and turned to him. The look on his face I will never forget. He knew his father was fucking his girl friend! I saw him run from the room and head down the stairs. The others had not even slowed up.

Carla had her eyes shut are she would have seen me. Mike had his back to me and I could tell he was about to bring her to a climax in my bed! I don’t much remember what I did next. I was so mad that all I remember is walking to the bed and grabbing Mike by the arm and snatching him off her. Talk about timing; He was just cumin and as he came out of her pussy cum flew everywhere. Carla’s eyes were open and I could see the fear in them. “You little bitch! Get out of my bed and out of my house. If I see you here again you will be one sorry bitch.” I threw her swim suit at her. “Get the fuck out!”

Mike had been so shocked that he was standing next to the bed with his cum juice still dripping from his cock. I started on him. “You sorry bastard! It’s bad enough that you are fucking some whore that is young enough to be your daughter but you just had to fuck Charlie’s girl friend!” I slapped him, twice and he just took it. “Get out. escort bayan gaziantep Get your clothes and get out!” I left the room and slammed the door shut.

The tears started to fall as I went back down stairs. Charlie was gone. I got a glass of water and sat down at the kitchen table. I was numb all over. I never expected something like this from Mike. Like me I knew he had plenty of chances to fuck around but I hadn’t and I assumed he hadn’t either. Now I didn’t know what to think. Had he been doing this all along? Our sex hadn’t been that great lately but I didn’t think he had gone this far.

“Amy.” I heard him call me from the door. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“You were thinking with the wrong head. A pretty young girl that wants to fuck and you just jump right on. Was this the first time?” He didn’t answer and I knew it had happened before. “Just get out, I need time to think and right now all I want to do is cut your balls off.”

He picked up the suitcase. “I’ll be at the Lincoln hotel when you want me.”

“‘Take that little bitch with you!” I threw my glass at the door. It burst all over the kitchen floor as the front door closed behind him. My eighteen years of marriage had just walked out the door.

I went up to the bedroom and stripped off the sheets and threw them in the washer. I then went to the guest room and lay down. It took a while but I finally went to sleep. It was morning when I woke up. I hadn’t heard Charlie come in. I checked and he was in his room. I went down and cooked breakfast before calling him. I walked back up to his room and tapped on the door. He didn’t answer so I pushed the door open and saw him asleep on the bed. I touched his shoulder and he woke. “Breakfast is ready.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“You have to eat.”

“Ok, I’ll be down in a minute.”

For the next few days that was about all we did; eat and sleep. Mike called but I told him I wasn’t ready to talk. He didn’t call back. I don’t think I did much more than brush my teeth those three days. It dawned on me that we were suppose to leave the next morning for the resort. For sure I wasn’t about to go with Mike. One look in the mirror and I knew something had to give. My hair wasn’t combed and I still had on the same night gown I had worn since Mike left. This was a lot of bull. I had to get my and Charlie’s life back together.

I went to his room, not bothering to knock I opened his door and he was still in bed “Charlie, get up.”

“Go away.”

“Get up, we have to pack.”

“Pack? Where are we going?”

“The resort, You and I are going to the resort Mike and I were going to.”

“Why?”

“We need to get away from here for a time, and it is already paid for. Get up and get dressed. I am going to call the airline and get your name put on the tickets.”

“I’m not going.”

“Yes you are. I’m not going to waste all that money I paid for those bikinis and not have someone watch me. Now get out of that bed,” I reached down and grabbed the spread and snatched it from him. Woops! I didn’t know he slept nude!

“Mom!” he tried to grab the cover but I kept him from getting it.

“You better be getting dressed,” I backed away still holding the cover. He surprised me when he just got off the bed, walked across the room and got shorts and stood in front of me and pulled them up. I saw the twinkle in his eyes as he looked at me. I walked towards the door and tossed him the cover. “Maybe there two sexy ones in the house.” I winked at him as I left the room.

Twenty four hours later we were at the resort. I had left a note on the kitchen table for mike if he ever missed us. The water was beautiful and the resort was nice but there were a lot of people around. I had hoped to get away from so many people but it looked like everybody was on vacation. The room only had one bed although it was king size. Charlie asked where he was going to sleep. “With me, but you can’t sleep like you do at home.”

Sleeping didn’t cause a problem. The bed was large enough that we weren’t under each other. I think he felt a little uncomfortable when I kissed him good night. For the first time I felt something when my lips touched his.

We were paid up for the week but after three days we were ready to do something else. I am sure if It had been Mike we would have spent a lot more time in the room. I never even put on the sexy bikinis. Charlie didn’t mention it. I knew he was getting bored. “Would you like to do something different?”

“What?”

“I was thinking about getting a boat and cruise around the islands. Maybe you could fish some and we could get away from this crowd.” He lit up like a light bulb.

“Wouldn’t that be expensive?”

“It’s your fathers money, serves him right.” That was the first time I had mentioned his father.

I asked around and most of the boats were rented. Someone told me about one that was for rent but wasn’t that nicer boat. We went down to the dock to look at it and talk with the owner. It didn’t look that bad to me; not nearly as bad as the owner. Marcus was a huge black man with dread locks that hung down past his shoulders. He was solid black and his face looked like might have been hurt in a fight. His thick lips were even more noticeable because of his perfect white teeth when he smiled. He was dressed in cut off pants that hung low on his hips and a pair of flip flops. There sure wasn’t anything ugly about his body. I have never been around a man built like him.

“How long do you need the boat for?”

I looked at Charlie, “two, three, maybe four days?”

Charlie smiled, “sounds fine with me.”

“Where are you wanting to go?”

“Doesn’t matter as long as we get away from the crowds. I just want to lie out in the sun and Charlie would like to do some fishing.” I swear he gave my body the once over. It made me shiver.

“Be here at dawn tomorrow and we will get gone.”

At dawn we left the pier. The boat wasn’t fancy and it was old but Marcus kept it in good shape. It was cool when we left but the sun was soon up and it got hot quick. I never realized how hot it could get on a boat. Charlie and I went below to change into our swim suits. We had left most of our clothes back at the resort. All I had was shorts and my bikinis. I hesitated putting on the ones Charlie liked. There wasn’t any crowds, and Charlie had already seen me it them, I had already noticed Marcus checking me out. Taking a deep breath I put one of them on. There wasn’t a mirror so I just tugged them in place, thankful I had shaved the necessary parts before I left home.

When I opened the door Charlie was standing there. “Wow Mom, Marcus and I are sure going to like this.” I blushed but I liked the idea that they would like what they saw.

It was for sure that Marcus liked what I had on. He didn’t bother to hide the fact that as his eyes traveled from my naked toes to the top of my head his cock came alive in his shorts. I had never had a man look at me with lust like he had in his eyes. He gave a little whistle under his breath and whispered, ” you are really hot”. He wasn’t talking about the weather.

That first day went just like we wanted. We cruised around with me sunning on deck and Marcus and Charlie fishing and sneaking glancing at me. At least Charlie was sneaking them, Marcus didn’t even try to hide when he looked at me. I didn’t do anything t stop them. The suit hid very little and I never even bothered with a cover up. We were steadily getting farther from the island resort.

The second day started off the same way as the first. After lunch was when it happened. I was asleep on the deck and Marcus and Charlie had the rods out. The boat was on cruise control. We had been passing a lot of small islands all morning but as we were passing one of the larger ones suddenly the boat pitched up and almost stopped before moving ahead again.

Marcus came up yelling.” We hit a reef! Fuck I never knew there was one this near the top of the water.” He hurried below and came right back up. We have to get close to the island, the boat is going down!”

Charlie yelled, “What happened?”

He answered, “we hit a reef and the boat is taking on water. We have to get as close to shore as we can before it sinks. He turned the boat towards the island and gave it all the fuel he could. It wasn’t long before I could feel the boat slowing down and setting lower in the water. Marcus went as fast as he could into a small lagoon before the boat stopped. Water had flooded the engine. Slowly the boat sank. Thankfully it only covered the deck as it sit on the bottom and shifted to its side. We were still a couple hundred feet from the shore but at least we would be able to swim to the beach

Marcus took charge. “We have to get off the boat. it could turn over on its side and we won’t be able to get back onboard. I got on the boat and handed them everything I could reach and they carried it ashore. By the middle of the afternoon we had most of the stuff unloaded. Working like I did I had completely forgot the tiny bikini I had on. Wet it stuck to me so that I had very little hidden from the men. I first noticed it when I saw Marcus staring at me and it wasn’t my face. My nipples were sticking out as if I had nothing on. I glanced down to see Marcus had a huge lump in his shorts. I do mean huge. Well if he could stare then so could I. I was surprised when I turned to Charlie that he was in the same condition. I looked up at him and he gave a thumbs up. I had to smile at that. I don’t guess it matters who the woman is if her tits and cunt are showing a man is going to look, and Charlie is certainly a man where it counts. His package was as large as Marcus.

Marcus had a small tarp on the boat and we made a tent out of it. At least we had a place to sleep tonight. It wasn’t much bigger than the king bed we had been in before but now there were three of us. I had a feeling it was going to be crowded.

When we got it set up I asked the question we had all been afraid to ask. When would someone come looking for us? The news was what I expected. No one knew where we were. We had just cruised around from island to island and of course Marcus didn’t have a radio on the old boat. No one even knew we were leaving. It didn’t look good.

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A trickling, chuckling stream of water sluicing off the corrugated metal roof gave audible testimony to the cold rain driven sideways by fitful gusts of wind. Light fog lay about the small but homey structure occupying a spur of Lookout Mountain overlooking U. S. Highway 11 far below. Soggy silence enveloped the auburn-haired woman of forty-one standing near a post on the front porch.

Laurentia Grayson was hardly dressed for this sort of weather. She realized that she could resolve her growing discomfort by either going back inside where her twenty-five-year-old hulk of a son Kimberly still slept, or by doing the smart thing and getting a coat, then standing outside if she must. Being the woman she was, she stubbornly elected to do neither and wrapped her arms about herself as if that would ward off the shivers threatening to become shakes at any second.

She wore a form-fitting pair of denims that had been on the trail for some time, so to speak. They were limp, faded to a pale bluish white and rode tightly over the tops of her black Tony Llama western boots. She wore only a man’s thin ribbed undershirt cut off and hemmed slightly below her large and heavy breasts. Her areoles were large, dark brown and quite plump, tipped with hard nipples that protruded aggressively through the undershirt. Her chest was large enough that the shirt hung from her nipples, well away from her muscled tummy.

She possessed two piercings: a gold ring pierced her navel and supported an emerald ball at the end of a two-inch chain. She also wore a gold triangle through the septum of her nose. It rested lightly on her upper lip and frequently made her hot when she thought about it.

The face above this sensuous display was slender with high bones, very delicately sunken cheeks, gray eyes, a straight nose, and a wide mouth that seemed as if it ought to smile easily. But there was no smile today. Long auburn waves fell over her shoulders to the middle of her back, also framing her sad face. Her breasts rested warm and comfortably heavy on her crossed arms, but she seemed to not notice.

It had been a year now since Kerry, her husband and light of her life for nineteen years had died. Florida State troopers arrived to inform her graciously and with every professional courtesy that he had been struck by a vehicle on I-95 beneath the flyover from Palm Beach to the airport west of the city. For some unfathomable reason a driver had stopped his pickup on top of the flyover, was struck from behind and was launched out over the retaining wall onto the interstate below. Right on top of Kerry’s Chevrolet Tahoe. No one could have survived such an event.

Kimberly was well into his third year at college. He rushed home, assisted her in handling all those necessary and dreadful tasks that must be dealt with only because a loved one has died. With every move he made he reminded her of his father, big, powerful, thoughtful, and ever conscious of her needs and desires. They had always been extremely close as a small family, and during his later teens she and her husband had never concealed from their son their loving affections for each other.

Despite her increasing cold, her mind drifted back over years past. Tears misted her eyes and finally ran slowly down her cheeks. She and Kerry had always caressed openly and easily around others. At times this disconcerted friends and some family who finally got used to it, but they had lost several friends who just did not like the sensuous displays of unassuming, unplanned love and intimacy that she and her husband enjoyed.

She recalled how he would hold her breasts or remove her top altogether as they sat watching television. By the time Kimberly was eighteen he had a fully developed sense of humor and joined in good-naturedly kidding his mother about the size of her breasts. He and his father would hoot at her studied determination to not make a big deal out of her assets while she sunbathed topless at the beach or wore some extremely suggestive outfit when she was out with her men. She took it all in stride.

“You’re just jealous, Large Human,” she would shoot back with a broad grin. This was followed by a shake of her torso causing her breasts to quiver as if they were mounds of gelatin. It never failed to arouse her son, and she got quite a sexual jolt from it as well. Breasts were such beautiful, erotic things to possess.

Even after having been graduated from high school Kimberly remained very close to his family. He brought dates to their home, and his mother was the perfect host, combining attractiveness with humor, imagination and her respect for their son’s guests. For some reason, and she and Kerry had never ceased to give thanks, Kimberly had avoided those painful years when teens become less pleasant than a cold barium enema.

Even with friends about, however, Laurentia never restrained her penchant for nudity and would swim topless or altogether nude in their pool and at the beach; or she would escort bayan gaziantep yavuzeli recline completely naked in the presence of guests and her son. Kimberly’s friends liked his mother for a variety of reasons, not the least of which was her nudity, but they also thought she was a work of art. Other reasons for their respect and affection for his mother were her insistence that they honor her and her seemingly unending sense of humor.

The rain hammered down and her shivers became more pronounced as she recalled how her husband and grown-up son [had he really matured so rapidly in such a short time?] had, without pretense, hugged her and cupped her breasts or tugged at a nipple as they greeted her or departed for the day. What Laurentia did not know was that her son, sometime during his nineteenth year, had realized he not only loved her but was in love with her. This sweet desire grew in intensity until she rarely left his thoughts.

Kimberly believed his mother to be the sexiest, most sensuous woman he had ever known. During the years at college he dated often and had many female friends; but his desire for Laurentia never abated although he managed a tight rein on his expression of it. His return home and residence there during the past year since his father’s death had provided opportunity for a very delicate and slow yet definitely growing intimacy between the two.

This tender yet unconventional relationship signaled its presence through their more and more frequent trips out together, several dinner-and-movie engagements each month that in reality were dates, a subtle change in the way they kissed and Laurentia’s now habitual dressing in revealing clothing when they sat watching television together in the evening. These times were precious, quiet, not especially loaded with sexuality, yet were increasingly significant in their changing relationship.

Her son was not always able to keep his hands off his mother, and she adored every second of it.

Another erotic bellwether of her interest in Kim was her regular enjoyment of sensuous clothing when she and he went out in public. She now preferred very short dresses and skirts, frequently wore no underwear, and got great pleasure in going braless in near arrest-worthy tops. Kim enjoyed it completely and complimented her often. She also had the body to permit this pleasure.

They sat together rather than separately. She had purchased several thongs as swimsuit replacements for her son to wear when they swam or sunned together, and in contrast to the likely reaction of many older teens Kimberly enjoyed doing so. At the very first, he thought he would have died rather than get himself something so skimpy. But as he wore them to please her, in the process he began to enjoy the sensation of being so bare. Eventually, he came to relish being stared at by others.

His ultimate surrender to the burning desire for his mother came when he shaved his body of hair after discovering that she was aroused by a man’s smooth, silky body.

Still, their relationship was casually sensuous, not aggressively overt and deliberate. On more than a few occasions when Kimberly’s friends who had never met his mother saw them together, they were quick to ask where in the world he had found this Babe with a capital B.

Now here they were in this cabin on a rain-swept ridge in the heart of the Southland. Laurentia heard the screen door open behind her, then heavy steps crossed the porch and Kimberly stood behind her. She felt his arms encircle her waist, his fingers immediately fondling her navel pendant. He buried his face in her auburn waves and whispered into her left ear.

“Okay, what’s my favorite Mother doing out here dressed like this?” He gave her navel jewelry a gentle tug, then ran his fingers up and down her bare abdomen. Laurentia shivered with something having nothing at all to do with temperature.

“Gotta admit that I am about to freeze,” she responded softly as she wiped away a tear.

Kimberly kneaded her tummy as she raised her arms back behind her to touch his face with her hands. As he looked down her chest from over her left shoulder he saw her breasts pressing outward, her nipples dark and outlined. At that point her son gave up his self-imposed restraint and slid his hands upward beneath the cropped top, enfolding her heavy breasts and tenderly thumbing those delicious plump mounds on top of them.

Laurentia gasped with pleasure, saying nothing. For several moments he squeezed the warm, gelatin-like shapes, never ceasing his feathery touches of her nipples, then he put his arm around her waist and turned her about.

“Mom, let’s go inside. Even I know that you’ll get sick if you stay out here.”

Laurentia acquiesced, not looking at her son but dropping her right hand to hold his arm about her waist. Once they had entered the cabin, a warm crackle and snap from the fireplace escort gaziantep yeni bayan greeted her. She glanced at the young man who towered over her despite her own five feet, six inches. He smiled as he led her to the large, soft couch set directly before the blazing hearth. Without a word she accepted his direction to sit; Kimberly reached out quickly to gather her legs and swept them up onto the rough-hewn low table placed between the hearth and couch.

“Clumsy oaf of a son orders stunning woman to sit and wait. Clumsy oaf has coffee for sensuous woman.”

Laurentia did a very bad job of keeping her sad countenance. The ends of her mouth twitched as her gray eyes fixed the handsome man before her. He was making a show of bowing three times. The thought of him bowing to her finally broke her depression and she giggled.

“Does Large Clumsy Oaf include pancakes and bacon with coffee for beautiful woman?”

“Large Clumsy Oaf of son would include the Great Wall of China for gorgeous lady if that’s what she wanted.

But of course…we have full service here,” he shot back in a falsetto voice which was just that much more silly because of the large frame from which it came.

“Good answer!” she replied. “Maybe beautiful woman have reward for Clumsy Oaf when he deliver promised food.”

“Miserable, undeserving son now has hope.”

“Young man, you have no idea how frequently your father and I used to agree that truly, you could be miserable and undeserving. Buuut…at his urging we decided to keep you.”

Kimberly stared at his mother with a grin tugging at each end of his broad mouth. He has so much of me in looks, she thought, but his heart is his father’s. So wonderful. Dear heavens, he is so precious to me.

He departed for the kitchen area on the north wall of the large central room. Laurentia leaned back into the couch and pulled about her a large afghan decorated with a western motif. Almost immediately she began to warm before the fire. She laid back her head against the cushion, feeling the heavy comfort of her breasts as they shifted against her chest and arms. She glanced down and saw that her nipples were still hard; the sight pleased and excited her, but she wondered if she was right in presenting herself to her son in such a sensuous fashion. In her present position most of her assets were exposed beneath the short shirt.

Laurentia had these bouts of uncertainty about her increasingly frequent desire for her son and the propriety of it all. Parents just didn’t do this. Still, they had always been far more intimate in their relationship than most mothers and sons. On the one hand she wanted him now in ways that were normally forbidden and she sensed the same desire in him. On the other, she feared repercussions from any more intimate relationship between them. For reasons she could not express to herself, Laurentia sensed that this time together held the answer to her quandary.

The delightful scent of bacon and a sound of pancakes cooking wafted over to Kimberly’s mother. He served her on an old cafeteria tray he had liberated via the five-finger discount from a pile where they had been tossed in his university dining hall. She eagerly but carefully grabbed the coffee mug and sipped the fragrant cocoanut-flavored brew, her favorite type. It wasn’t usually here; Kimberly had brought it along for her. Now that she was warm, she removed the afghan and ate with gusto.

Her son joined her shortly, carefully juggling his own tray and monster mug of coffee as he planted himself gingerly at the opposite end of the couch.

“Warmed up, eh, Mom?” he grinned, noticing the absence of her cover and the manner in which her cut-off undershirt had ridden up her chest, baring the lower full curves of her breasts.

‘Good lord, but she’s huge,’ he thought to himself. As he had experienced so often in the past, his stem hardened and an electric bolt surged through his hips and abdomen. He ate silently though not intending to disconnect from the lovely woman at the other end of the couch. Heat from the orange and yellow spitting flames relaxed him as he drifted back over recent years with his parents.

As he had matured, his desire for Laurentia had intensified. He could never really tell if she knew what was going on in him. There were times when she caught him staring at her at the beach, at home and simply out in public on errands. Laurentia dressed with a sensuous grace and style, yet she clearly gave off an erotic aura that he had never encountered in any of the girls he dated. She seemed to know how to be sexy and desirable even when she was doing nothing out of the ordinary. He realized that the old axiom at which he had often laughed actually held truth: “No one can be as sexy as an older woman.”

Friends came over to his house just to hang around Laurentia and ogle her. She, of course, loved it. Even his father had escort gaziantep zayıf bayan enjoyed it; Kerry was never in the dark about the effect his wife had on others. And to cement her enjoyment, he regularly screwed her legs off. Kimberly smiled as he recalled the night when he awoke at 2:30 in the morning to his mother’s heavy panting and ecstatic cries from the patio. He sneaked back to watch through the kitchen sliding glass door and marveled at his mother’s and father’s sexual prowess.

He had been nude since that was how he slept each night and he swelled to a gorgeous ten inches watching his parents. He touched his shaft and almost came, managing to just barely resist plunging over the rim of that sexual gorge into an exquisite orgasm. He had gone back to his room, turned on a low light and posed before his full-length mirror. He raised his arms, clasping his hands behind his head and twisting his beautiful body to view his thick, rod-like cock.

His testes swung gently against his inner thighs. He admired his assets, aroused by the appearance of the corona of dense, black fur in a semicircle above the base of his stem and his completely smooth balls. For him, shaving his body was always a sensuous and arousing pleasure.

He recalled touching the opening in the swollen mantle of his cock and feeling the clear drop of dew there. He tasted it, gazed at himself for another moment, then lay down on his bed without cover, switching off the bedside lamp as he did so. Reflections from a bright moon provided sufficient light for him to see his erect, beautiful penis. Delicate touches and caresses soon brought a delicious arrival at the cliff overlooking a complete and creamy loss as he caressed his left nipple and thought of his mother’s huge breasts with those luscious fat nipples.

He used the index finger of his right hand to massage the delicate spot under its head. Heat flowed through his thighs. With his left hand he caressed his incredibly smooth skin, arousing himself more with thoughts of how silky his skin felt. He fantasized his mother crouching over him on his bed, he inserting himself gently between her thighs as she hung above him, her great breasts suspended like some exotic fruit, the nipples tracing lines across his chest as if they were the wings of a butterfly.

Kimberly remembered the beauty of coming. He did not spurt that night. Instead, his cream flowed like viscous, milky lava out of its hole, over his crown, spilling down the length of his penis, covering his hand with warm stickiness, lubricating his staff to an incredible smoothness.

He felt his cum slide warmly into his pubic fur, tickling delightfully as it flowed around the strands of hair. He was so hot. He felt it move as far as his anal cleft and trickle down that passage between his buns. Finally he exhausted his flow. After stroking his hardness for a short time, Kimberly raised his hand to his mouth and tasted his cream.

He slept. He never heard the sound at 4:00 a.m. as his mother, also nude, stood in his doorway staring longingly at her naked son. She knew that he shaved his thighs, buttocks and abdomen for she had watched him in his thong. He had no idea of the fire burning in Laurentia’s heart for this lovely specimen of manhood she and her husband had created.

“A penny for your thoughts, beautiful man,” said his mother, breaking into Kimberly’s reverie.

Laurentia rose from the couch, returned her tray to the sink where she tossed out the paper items, wiped the tray and returned it to the top of the refrigerator. She opened her handbag, withdrew her hair brush, and walked over behind her son. As he was preparing to respond to her question, she loosened the band holding his pony tail and allowed the glorious jet black mane to cascade over his shoulders.

When Kimberly was ten years old one day he ran his fingers through his mother’s auburn tresses, remarking as he did so, “Mom, I wish I had hair like yours.”

“Unless you color it, Honey, you can’t.”

“No, I mean I wish mine was long like yours. I like long hair.”

She always paid attention to their son’s remarks, even when they seemed off-the-wall. Children, she knew, frequently express heartfelt desires in remarks that adults would consider flighty or childish. Laurentia had long ago realized that there was a vast difference between childish and childlike. Long hair had always aroused her and Kerry; she decided to answer her son’s desire.

“Honey, let’s not get you any haircuts for a while. Would you like that? After all, General George Custer and Buffalo Bill Cody had long, lovely hair.”

What child enjoys a haircut, anyhow, she thought. By this time schools in certain areas of the country had moved on to more pressing issues than hair length, so during the succeeding years Kimberly’s steadily lengthening and thickening mane was no problem as long as she and he kept it clean and neat. Laurentia was highly skilled at this sort of training.

By sixteen under her persistent guidance, part of which was the cultivation of the hair at his hairline to the same length as that on the sides and back of his head, her son had a beautiful fall of hair that grew to just below his shoulders. It was heavy, black with delicate bluish highlights, extremely dense, and fell in the sort of rolling waves for which most women she knew would gladly kill.

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It was Saturday morning ­ Bob phoned his wife Carol and told her he wouldn’t be back from his business trip until tomorrow. Carol was disappointed ­ Bob had been away all week. She felt frustrated and horny ­ she was hoping to persuade Bob to show her a good time in bed that night. Still, nothing she could do ­ and anyway, there was no guarantee that Bob would be up to it. Bob’s nearly 50 now and doesn’t take much interest these days, while Carol, at 44, still feels as sexy as ever. In fact, Carol had got dressed that morning with the aim of seducing Bob when he got home. She’d chosen her skimpiest black bra and matching panties, a loose light blue blouse that showed her impressive cleavage, her shortest black skirt and sheer black hose. Carol has kept in shape and wears her years very well.

Carol is Bob’s second wife ­ he was just divorced when they met. They live with Ian, Bob’s 21 year old son from his first marriage. Carol had had the occasional fantasy about Ian, a handsome young guy with sandy hair and a great physique, but he seems interested only in his girlfriend Tracie. Having said that though, Ian had had a good long look at Carol when he saw how she was dressed that morning.

Tracie dropped by just before noon and went upstairs with Ian to listen to some CD’s. She’s a good looking girl of 19 ­ long dark hair, slim but not thin, a heavy bosom almost as big as Carol’s own, She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt without a bra and her nipples showed prominently through the thin material.

Carol decided that as Bob wouldn’t now be back today, she might as well change into something more casual. Carol went upstairs towards her bedroom, hearing the sound of the CD playing in Ian’s room. But she also heard something else ­ a soft moaning, barely audible above the music.

She tiptoed up the door of Ian’s room which was ever so slightly ajar and looked inside. Ian was sat on his bed stark naked ­ Tracie was just pulling her t-shirt over her head ­ now she was nude too. Tracie was stroking Ian’s thick, hard cock. Carol gasped, it was at least 8 inches long. As Tracie stroked, Ian moved his hands up and down escort gaziantep vip bayan her body, caressing her huge breasts, pulling at the stiff nipples.

Carol was mesmerized, of course why shouldn’t her step-son and his girlfriend have sex in his room? They were both adults, but Carol still felt uneasy. Uneasy and turned on too ­ she couldn’t turn away as Tracie pumped Ian’s stiff prick hard, while Ian now slipped a finger between Tracie’s parted thighs and into her damp cunt. Carol found herself slipping a hand under her skirt, lightly touching herself, caressing her clitoris through her underwear.

Suddenly Ian gave a cry as he came all over Tracie’s tits. They both turned around at this point and Carol hurried downstairs in case they saw her watching. Had they known she had been there?

A short time later Tracie left to go home. Ian saw her out and sat down in the kitchen as Carol made them lunch. Carol couldn’t help but stare at the young man as he ate and Ian smiled back at her. After they’d finished, Ian announced that he could use a bath. Carol immediately offered to go upstairs and run one for him. Ian looked puzzled ­ his step-mom didn’t usually do this much for him, but he agreed.

Ian waited a few minutes then went up to the bathroom. He found carol bent over the bath adjusting the taps. His gazed ran up her long, smooth legs to her ample ass, where her skirt was just short enough to reveal her panties. He was blessed with an instant hard-on. He thanked his step-mom for running the bath for him and sat down on the floor to strip off his shirt and jeans. Carol turned around and took the discarded garments from him. Her blouse had the top few buttons undone and as she stooped, he got an eyeful of her heavy breasts. His erection was unmistakable now and made a huge bulge in his briefs.

Carol looked down at the bulge and simply said “If you want me when you’ve finished your bath, I’ll be in my room”.

She went into her bedroom and sat on the bed. She didn’t need to wait long. Carol heard the sound of the bath water running escort gaziantep yabancı bayan out and Ian appeared in the doorway. He was naked and his huge erection jutted from his body. Carol lay back on the bed, her thighs slightly apart, her skirt awry. Ian walked over to the bed, his stiff prick bobbing up and down as he went, he climbed onto the bed, placing a knee in between his step-mother’s parted thighs. Carol spread her legs wide and Ian ran a hand up her nylon-covered legs, feeling the firm flesh of her inner thighs, before resting his hand over her hot, moist snatch, kneading the flesh through her hose and panties.

Carol groaned and almost tore off her blouse, hurriedly undoing the buttons. Her big breasts fell out, barely contained by her lacy black bra, her stiff nipples clearly visible through the fabric. Carol shrugged her blouse from her shoulders, unzipped her skirt and slipped it off. She lay back, legs wide apart, in just her bra, panties and sheer hose. Ian looked down at the tiny triangle of lace that only just covered Carol’s cunt. He grabbed her hose and pulled it slowly off, discarding it on the floor. He bent his head and pressed his face against his step-mom’s pubis, savoring her hot moistness through the flimsy panties, then he drew his head up and traced a line with his tongue from her navel to her breasts . Carol unclasped her bra and let her massive globes swing free. Ian immediately went at them in a frenzy, sucking, pinching, licking – taking each nipple in turn between his teeth. Meanwhile his free hand had slipped beneath her damp panties and he placed one, then two fingers inside her wet cunt. Carol reached out and curled her fingers around the shaft of his cock, squeezing hard and pumping, just as Tracie had earlier.

Realizing that this was getting out of hand, Carol decided to take control of the situation. She pushed Ian onto the bed, looking down onto his huge erect cock. Carol finally removed her, by now soaked panties and straddled him. She reached into her bedside drawer and handed him a condom which he hurriedly escort gaziantep yaşlı bayan put on. Carol raised her ass so that it hovered just above the tip of his prick, then slowly lowered herself onto him. Ian groaned his step-mom’s hot cunt gradually enveloped his meat; he put his hands out and grabbed her hips, guiding her down onto his pole.

Carol savored the feeling of the thick hard cock inside her and slid her cunt up and down the shaft, slowly at first then faster. She bucked her hips as Ian’s hands grasped her buttocks pushing his prick deeper than ever. Carol leaned forward so that her huge tits dangled in front of Ian’s face; he craned his neck to lick her distended nipples.

Carol felt herself coming and ground her cunt onto Ian’s cock, arching her back and crying out as her orgasm arrived. Ian was just behind her, thrusting his cock into her once more as he came. Exhausted they lay beside each other for what seemed like hours until Carol heard a noise downstairs and sat up in alarm. “Who could that be” she whispered, worried that Bob had got home today after all. How would she explain being found stark naked with Bob’s son!

Someone was obviously coming upstairs. Carol was trying to think up a plausible story to tell Bob when Tracie appeared in the doorway. Carol noticed she was smiling; so was Ian. Seeing Carol’s uncertain expression, Ian explained that he and Tracie had noticed Carol watching them earlier and after he and a few minutes ago when he’d gone to the bathroom he’d called Tracie up on his mobile and told her what had happened.

Seeing that Carol still looked a little unsure, Tracie said “I think three could be even better than two Carol, don’t you?” With that she started taking off her clothes.

Carol saw that Ian’s cock was now once again at full attention and she felt herself getting wet again as she watched Tracie strip off the last of her clothes.

“Why not” she said feeling hornier by the second. She reached out and ran a hand along Tracie’s wonderful body, briefly inserting a finger into her moist cunt then moving up to caress her erect nipples. Tracie joined them on the bed, pressing herself against Carol, feeling her breasts squashed against the older woman’s and kissing her deeply. Ian grabbed Tracie’s raised ass and slipped his cock into her from behind.

The three of them spent the rest of the weekend in an unending triangle of lust. And over the next few weeks Bob was puzzled as to why his wife didn’t seem to mind him going away on business any more!

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“It’s soooo good to be home.”

Josie McKellen led her girls through the front door of their home, kicking her heels off at the door, uncaring where they landed. Dakota being the neat freak that she was picked them up and took them upstairs for her Mother. Josie herself just flopped on the living room sofa and closed her eyes to take a ten minute snooze. Following her sister, Sable made it to the top of the stairs before grabbing Dakota’s arm.

“I need to talk to you.”

“Can you give me a minute?” She held her Mom’s heels up. Sable nodded then headed for her own bedroom. Opening the bedroom door to her parents room Dakota heard humming along with the sounds of water. Eyes flaring at the possibilities she made certain Sable wasn’t behind her and eased the bedroom door closed. Setting her Mother’s shoes by her side of the bed, she crept cautiously toward the adjoining bathroom which had the door wide open.

In their shower Dakota spotted her Father Henry cleaning himself up behind steamed over glass doors, his silhouette majestic. Frozen in reaction she stared at his big dick dangling down and bit her lower lip. This was a chance to see him without her sister right there risking them being busted. Ever since she and Sable had watched Henry having phone sex with his co-worker Tessa Harper she had been obsessed with male anatomy. She didn’t count seeing neighbor boy Travis, only Henry and the photo she possessed of Mace Belmont’s studhorse cock.

“Daddy looks so happy.” She smiled timidly. “He’s been really cool about seeing me nakie here lately. Does he…like what he sees?” She recalled the towel drops, her dress without panties as she bent over searching for a missing earring that was never lost. Even when he landed over her accidently while Sable was wrestling with him. The tension was definitely in the air. Even her opened shirt on the way to school was met with intrigue until Mace and Travis ruined it for her. That is until she got to school.

“The boys at school loved my cleavage. I…liked showing off, even when Angus…” She fidgets, “Why didn’t Angus say anything about my tits? He saw them when he helped me pick my things up off the floor. Nipples too. Maybe he’s just being a gentleman to prove he wants more than just sex. I like Ang…” She swallows dryly as she sees Henry washing his dick and stroking soap along its length, “…Daddy.”

Hearing footsteps in the hall then the door creaking open she worried it was her Mother and raced to bend over the heels as if ready to use them as an excuse. Uncertain she quickly dropped and rolled under her parents bed. Seeing bare feet only in passing she wasn’t certain if it was her Mom. As the feet tiptoed quietly toward the bathroom door she realized it was Sable wearing shorts and a tank top. She too peeked in on Henry showering without care. Sable however lingered there knowing her Mom was napping after a quick sneak down the staircase to hear her snoring. Hurrying back she presumed Dakota was in her own room changing.

“Daddy is so built.” Sable touched her lips, also recalling she and Dakota trapped in his closet behind clothing as he stood inches from them, his dick right up close to both their faces without even knowing. Since that day she often glanced his way without his noticing and admired his crotch. She was less obvious than her sister Dakota in that area. Still nosey she just felt devilish. It could have been the worry over showing the cheerleaders Mace Belmont’s nine incher that drew her thoughts to a real penis. Maybe she was just intrigued, wondering what it might be like to see more than any photo. Sure she could probably ask Travis to show her his again, but his was hardly…big. Unlike Daddy, unlike Mace, unlike Kelly Herbert’s bodybuilder boyfriend who she caught a glimpse of through balcony planks, all massive in size. Even though she had never actually seen Mace’s outside of the pic. Daddy had the size that made her…curious.

Hearing footsteps coming up the stairs Sable panics and dives down to hide under the bed to find her sister, sharing in a duel of bulging eyes. “Dakota? What are you?” She had no choice but to join her under the king size bed. Whimpering at one another with held breath they witness their Mother’s feet slowly walking by, obviously her short nap was over with. Shutting and locking the bedroom door the girls knew they were in trouble.

Josie hearing the shower mumbled, “Mmmm! Some shower head sounds inviting.” Dress easily off being all that she was wearing she snuck into the bathroom and opened the shower door. The twins squirmed awkwardly under the bed for a better angle to observe them, in ready to make their escape. Witnessing Josie step in with Henry they heard their Father huff.

“Well hello Mrs. McKellen. Fancy meeting you here. You’re home early, what no rendezvous with Roman?” The girls looked at one another confirming the rumors heard at school and that their Father knew of him. This required more spying, if anything to learn escort gaziantep ucuz bayan things their parents might be hiding.

“Almost! Pretty stressful day.” She withheld the fact her 1st. period class had got an eye full of flashing ass and sexy twat. Not to mention she was eaten out by her fantasy basketballer Reese Teller, alongside Piper Cherry. Add that to her fountain romp with Piper and Mimi Alexander where she stripped off her dress and wore a wet t-shirt in front of students her brain was weary. The pure adrenalin rush was still soaring which tired her, so she thought. That was until she needed her husband’s attention. Nympho indeed.

Seeing their Mother kneel in front of Henry and begin sucking his dick at just the perfect angle the girls dropped their jaws. Dakota seeing the back and forth bob her Mother was enacting made her fantasize that it was her giving a boy pleasure, going so far as envisioning sucking off her Dad in the closet that day. Hearing Henry say, “Take it all Bitch.” then Josie swallowing 80% of his length both girls admired their Mother’s commitment.

“She’s putting all of him in her mouth.” Sable whispered. “That’s a lot.”

“Daddy likes it.” Dakota mumbled back.

“We should make a break for it before we get busted. I don’t want to get paddled again. Daddy would ground us for life.”

“Nooo! Don’t leave me yet. I want to watch.”

“Are you nuts?”

Speaking of, “Mom’s sucking on his nuts now.”

“She is? Ewww! Why?”

“Look! Daddy must like it his head is hanging backwards. Listen to him.”

“FUCK YOU ALWAYS KNOW WHAT I LIKE.” He praised Josie, her tongue lapping his scrotum in between swallowing his cock time and time again. She enjoyed pleasing her men…man.

“See? We should learn from this.” Dakota mumbled softly enough that only her sister could hear her. “I for one don’t want to be with a boy and not know what to do. Especially Angus…if I…ever do anything with him.”

“About him. I started to tell you earlier, the cheerleaders are coming over to Piper’s house tomorrow night to practice. Robin will be there.”

“What? Nooo! I don’t know what she knows. I mean she smiled a lot at me last Friday but she’s evil. Her knowing where we live could be bad.”

“Worse, I accidently showed them Mace’s dick pic. They stole my cell and even saw Travis.”

“You have a dick pic of Travis?” Dakota winced with a gross expression.

“Yes. Stop being mean. I like Travis. Tawny says Corey Samson likes me too.”

“Corey I can see, but Travis? Ewww! You’re weird.”

“So are you. You have a crush on Daddy don’t you?”

“No I don’t. I’m just fascinated by knowing he’s making a sex game on his computer. We need to snoop and watch it.”

“Come on Dakota, I see how you tease Daddy. I’m not dumb.”

“Okay…I’m just…finding him useful in learning what guys are like…what they like too.”

Lost in their current conversation they hear their Father nut hard into their Mother’s mouth. In seconds Henry rallied energy and launched his stunning wife up into his arms. Her legs wrapped around his hips Henry shut the water valves off, it growing cold and slapped the shower door open. Josie squealing about, “Don’t slip.” laughter leading to Henry acknowledging that he didn’t care. Wet from head to toe he marched Josie out of their bathroom and right into the bedroom. The twins below the bed caught off guard pushed themselves to the furthest point of the frame to avoid being seen. Panic was freezing their souls.

Hurling he and Josie on to their mattress only pinned the girls even tighter beneath their weight. While Josie was maybe 120, Henry was a sturdy 230. Laughter above them clenched that Henry was doing something to Josie, her giggles becoming deafening moans. Out of nowhere Josie gasped, “The girls might be back, they will hear us.”

“Not the first time.” He huffed and shifted his weight above the twins. “You wanted new experiences, things to spice up our sex life, so why not 4:30 in the afternoon?”

“I do want that, I…just don’t want the girls to think badly of me…us. After they’re asleep is…OH GOD! YES HENRY…EAT MY PUSSY. You always know how to make her purr.” In her rallied outburst the girls below persistently drop their jaws. Daddy was eating her pussy? Dakota felt a tingle in her own cute puss and did her best to slip a hand snugly down under her to touch herself. Sable catching on to her sister’s contortion slapped blindly at her, mouthing, “At a time like this?”

“I can’t help it.” Dakota cringed and rubbed her clit. This was her time to absorb what might be happening above her. All she knew was her Mother was moaning like crazy and praising Henry for his talented tongue, fingers as well. Hearing Josie beg him to add another finger even Sable came unhinged and joined her sister in taunting her own tingling pussy. The fever was just too inviting.

“You escort gaziantep ukraynalı bayan like that Bitch?” Henry growled, “I can make it four fingers.” Sable and Dakota bulged their eyes and mumbled, “Four? Oh my God!”

“Do it Henry.” Josie excitably clawed at the bed. In her clutches she drew the draping blankets up away from the girls hiding place like the curtains at a theatrical play rising to the clamor of the crowd. Josie did teach classical literature, so it was befitting. It did make the girls more visible however, safe for now but it still left them wide…open.

Dakota looked left and spotted the closet door mirror that went front the top of the door to the floor. In it was the perfect reflection of their parents. Pointing it out to Sable the girls became instantly hooked on their activity, crawling to face the mirror side by side. Josie was squeezing her tits as Henry was sprawled out and gnawing at her clit while his four fingers stormed her hole. Josie was crying out her pleasure, long over the hesitation to protect her daughters from trauma. If she only knew.

“YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! I’m going to cum Henry. I’M GOING TO CUMMMMMMM!” Hard it was, squirting all over Henry’s face and fingers. After a minute more to drain her well he pulled his fingers out and lifted up over her more, reaching across her upper body to feed his four fingers to her awaiting lips. Again the girls below dropped their jaws and increased their own stimulations. They didn’t know that tasting a man’s fingers was the right thing to do. Mom sure loved it she was acting as if it were the best thing in the world.

Finally, Henry withdrew his fingers and crawled to his knees above Josie’s great divide and stroked his mighty cock. The girls were amazed by his girth and the strength of it. Their Mother must really know how to get him aroused. Using his right hand to nurture his beast gave the girls an unhindered show, no arm to block a perfect view of it. Just as Josie teased her toes along his legs he swatted her clit hard with the tip of his crown, the response was Josie yelping, “Yes Henry. Torture my clit. Whip it into submission.”

A few more strikes he lined his beefy crown up to her trickling cunt and slammed it home. Josie’s reaction was an instant gasp as she arched her back, “GOD I LOVE YOUR BIG COCK. It spreads my pussy so wide, feels so good inside. No mercy Henry. Please…NO MERCY.” She was getting pretty darn loud for a woman worried about her kids.

Lowering over her, he guides her legs behind her head and lifts up to prepare his attack. Stretching his body out with his legs wide to support his stance he pulls out and rams right back in for a shrill, “YESSSSSSSSSSSS!” The bed began to spasm on top of the girls making their wiggle room tighter. Each downward body slam nudged the box springs into harder compressions over the girls asses making it difficult to tease themselves.

Giving up on her stimulations for the moment Dakota grew claustrophobic and wormed her body along the carpet to the foot of their bed. Sable seeing her sister taking risks grit her teeth, but inevitably followed her where the bed’s stressful weight was less harmful.

At the foot of the bed Dakota climbed out quietly and hugged the floor to slither like a snake. Once all the way out she eased up on her knees, curiosity running rampant. With her parents distracted by their emotions she ever so slowly lifted up enough to peer out over the mattress to witness her Father rearing up and torpedoing straight down into her Mother’s spitting pussy. It was really vivid, she could see his thick cock rising out and disappearing just as miraculously, his enormous balls slapping loudly on Josie’s thighs and ass cheeks.

Waving Sable up while mesmerized by his strong masculine physique, Dakota could only hold her breath and absorb the tortured cries of her Mother. Henry’s powerful grunts of inner strength made her wet as hell. Fingers back beneath her stretch pants with slithering ease she taunted her clit. Knowing masturbation well enough in small degrees of experience she found herself wishing for further exploration.

Sable braving her own escape from under the bed rose up for her first solid look at any man and woman engaging in sex. It was obvious their Mother loved what their Dad was doing. Even if it did look painful, the girls could not imagine their own cunts to ever be stretched as wide as their Mother’s was right now. Terror and lust was an even balance.

Awestruck, neither sister could even share a glance with one another, they were glued to that one area, cock pounding into a very sloppy hole. It was becoming primal. Henry found himself so turned on by his wife’s excessive pleas of destruction that he just could not fathom stopping.

For a good ten minutes the girls touched themselves, afraid of teasing their pussies too much that they would let their parents know of their escort gaziantep üniversiteli bayan secret invasion. Sable with her shorts lifted and fingers rubbing within had to stop or squeal. Dakota with her whole arm inside her stretch pants was less worried. She had fingers inside herself as far as her virginity allowed them to sink. She wanted the full effect, actually envisioning her Father doing this to her. Mumbles of, “Yes Daddy.” , was heard by Sable. Flaring eyes toward her sister’s rambling, Dakota bit her lip to suppress herself from further dreams of glory.

Troubled by her sister’s fantasy it drew her in to the times she had already seen Henry jerking off and so very close to them in the closet. While not as into the fantasy as Dakota seemed to be, Sable still imagined what it would be like to be under a man as strong as Henry was. Corey Samson came to mind. Then, strangely Mace Belmont, then finally Travis. She missed Travis.

Pouting as she continued to observe Henry lose his mind, he pulled out of Josie to their shock, rearing back and forcefully tossing their Mother over on to her stomach. Lifting her lower body he spat on her asshole then primed for re-entry. No mercy indeed, he wasn’t even offering to go in easy. He nailed her pucker deep on the first try. A shrill scream out of Josie let the girls know she was fine with it.

“FUCK MY ASS HENRY. MAKE ME YOUR DIRTY LITTLE WHORE.”

Eyes bulging the girls witnessed his thick member destroying her anus. A pussy was one thing, the butthole another. Sable nearly gagged at the thought. Dakota? She fingered herself even harder, whimpering until Sable planted her palm over her sister’s mouth to muffle her. A hand that had recently been wet from her own weeping pussy. The scent of her sister didn’t even slow Dakota down. She was going to cum.

Fortunately her timing was right on par with her Mother’s screaming orgasm. In her deafening outcry even Henry raised his voice and nutted hard inside Josie’s ass. Dakota squealed loudly at just the right moment to be masked by her parents demeanor. Sable followed her sister as she lay on the carpet due to trembling limbs, hand still smothering what sounds that might be deciphered. Once they heard their parents calm down Sable tried to drag Dakota back under the bed for safety.

“I love you so much Henry.” Josie lay there panting, a ball of sweat.

“You better. I’m not done.” Gripping her shoulders he prompted Josie into rising to her hands and knees on the bed. His dick relocating back inside her cunt he wiped his brow and took control. Reaching out with both hands he surrounded Josie’s throat and choked her as he nailed her from behind. More shrill cries proved to the girls that Mommy loved even this position.

At Sable’s insistence Dakota found her own energy to return under the bed and just watch through the closet mirror. Witnessing their Mother being manhandled spooked them. Sable in particular worried that Henry was being too rough until her Mother huffed, “YESSSSS! OWN MY PUSSY DADDY!”

“Whoa!” The girls mumbled, “She called Daddy…Daddy.”

Switching personas Josie continued using that seductive designation until Henry detonated a second round deep inside her. From there Henry released her throat and gripped her by her shoulder length mane, matted with sweat, ripping her head back until her face was red. One hand yanking, one hand spanking.

“You’ve been a bad, bad girl. Daddy needs to punish you harder than usual.” He rambled, lifting a hand then slapping Josie’s ass in earthshaking cracks of thunder. Suddenly, Sable found herself unable to resist touching herself again, her arm pinned under her, hand down the front of her tight shorts to frolic. Dakota panted heavily in short triggered bursts of exhales seeing him spank their Mother so, her thoughts recalling the masked pleasure of the last time Henry had spanked she and Sable.

Shrieking Josie came all over Henry’s jackhammer cock. As it was with Dakota moments earlier Dakota had to palm Sable’s mouth to prevent her follow up moans. Another array of screams out of Josie McKellen covered Sable’s tracks. Her shorts were drenched in the crotch. Collapsing to the carpet face down Sable felt ashamed.

All energy spent their parents fell over one another breathing hard, and cuddling. Henry on top, still inside Josie’s cunt just held his quaking wife. The girls in that moment knew how much they loved one another. It was blatantly obvious.

“Roman fuck you that good?” They heard Henry say, their jaws dropping once again at the mention of his name.

“No comment.” Josie sighed, “He has his moments.”

“You were supposed to say not even close.” Henry grumbled.

“Oh! Not even close. You’re a sex God Henry.”

“Too late. I know how I rate. That reminds me, awhile back you mentioned something about more skeletons in your closet, you never finished that admission.”

Trembling Josie swallowed dryly, “Can I go next door and get drunk before I get into those? I might need to have a few bottles of wine to numb myself first.”

“So…raincheck yet again? Must be a whole skeleton crew. You raid the morgue?”

“Henry…I…” She lifted up letting him topple to his side, “I swear I’ll tell you everything. Just let me get up the courage.” Watching her sit up he frowned. “I’m sorry I’m such a whore Henry. I…just can’t help myself some days.”

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I can’t believe the week I just had what started out as a real bummer turned out to be the best week of sex I’ve ever had. To start out I had better tell you a little about what happened and myself. My name is Jim and I’m a six foot one hundred and eighty-pound twenty-year-old college junior. My roommates and me had big plans for spring break but as happens plans fell through at the last minute. What the hell was I supposed to do with myself for a whole week and nowhere to go, so feeling sorry for myself decided to head home and just hang out. Because we are on tri-semesters I new that none of my buddies would be around but it’s better than sitting in the dorms for a week. I figured I would surprise my mother since I knew that my dad was out of town on business. Little did I know that I would be the one in for a surprise?

I left campus early Monday morning for the three- hour drive home and pulled in the drive of my parents around ten a.m. Moms car was in the garage so I knew that she was home. Entering the house quietly to surprise her, I started to look for her. There was some noise coming from the back den so I peeked in only to see my 49-year-old mother and Sally, the neighbor lady from up the street, naked and sucking each other’s pussies. There was all kind of sex toys lying around the floor. Sally was sliding a large vibrator in and out of mom’s asshole and on the television escort gaziantep suriyeli bayan was a video playing of some blonde getting doubled. I was frozen from shock not knowing what to do but my cock was instantly hard and begging to be let out.

They were oblivious to anything going on around them except each others approaching orgasms. Sally came first and I could see her sweet pussy getting wetter by the second, which only made my mom suck her that much more. She was like a crazy woman sucking and licking up all the sweet cunt juices she could get. As Sally regained some composure she started to fuck mom’s asshole in earnest with that large vibrator, that thing had to be at least a foot long and two inches across and it was disappearing into mom’s stretched anus. It was then that Sally saw me standing in the doorway, she gave me wink and really went to town on mom. My mother was calling Sally a bitch and telling to fuck her ass with that lovely cock because she needed to come. As mom started to orgasm she lifted herself up and away from Sally’s cunt. That’s when she saw me standing there, the look of a great orgasm and shock and embracement on her face was just too much, I came in my pants.

Sally was the first to speak and what she said shocked and excited me. Well Jackie, my mother’s name, it looks like we escort gaziantep türbanlı bayan have a real cock this morning and not just our toys to exercise with. Mom was trying to make excuses as to why she couldn’t play with her sons cock but Sally interrupted by saying, Jackie as long as I’ve known you, you have never turned down any hard cock that’s offered. That includes some younger and you’ve told me how much Jim looks like Arn, my dad, when he was younger and we both know how nice his cock is. Sally came over to me and unzipped my pants, pulled them down in one movement, and started to suck on my now hardening cock. Mom just sat there watching as Sally gave me head, slowly a different look came over mom and she started to play with her pussy.

My cock was getting harder as Sally slowly sucked on the head. Just to let you know I’ve got a fairly long cock, ten inches when hard, but not very large in diameter, only about an inch and a quarter around, but that makes the head only look that much larger. Mom finally said to hell with it, incest or not, I need some of that lovely prick. Those two went wild with my cock. Soon I was hard as rock and told them if they didn’t stop I would come soon. Sally pulled away and on her knees ass in the air offered me her pussy. I slowly slid my cock into her wet cunt and escort gaziantep ücreti elden alan bayan started slamming away for a mid forty tear old she was incredibly tight she felt like a silk glove was wrapped around my cock. Mom slid in front of us and Sally dove into her pussy. It was unreal watching her eat mom out only inches in front of me. I just couldn’t take any more and came deep in Sally’s cunt unloading one of the biggest loads of sperm I had in me.

As I slid out mom slid under Sally and proceeded to suck my come out of her. I fucked both of their pussies and enjoyed sucking each of them to orgasm. About 12:30 p.m. Sally said she had to get going and get some work done but that she would see us tomorrow for their morning workout. Mom and me laid around nude playing with each other and talked about what had happened. She started telling me that she was an oversexed woman and just never seemed to get enough good hard sex the kinkier the better as she put it. She was really concerned about what I thought of her and the situation that had transpired and that she hoped we would continue our exploration of sex. I told her how much I loved her and that what we had done was nothing more than good sex and that like her I never seemed to get enough.

It was around two in the afternoon when she asked if I was hungry for something besides pussy and I had to admit I was staved. Still nude we made our way into the kitchen for some lunch. Mom made us some sandwiches and she did I kneeled on the floor and slowly ate her sweet pussy and sucked her asshole. Needless to say the sandwiches were forgotten for a while as we went another round. We spent the remainder of the afternoon exploring each others body and I finally got to slide my cock into her sweet asshole; I swear she milked my cock with her ass.

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The walk home from school was the longest that Caroline had ever trudged. She knew she was in deep trouble. Trouble so deep that she would suffer humilation and embarrassment as part of her punishment.

She had been drinking with some friends at school during the lunch break. The bottle of whiskey had been smuggled in by one of the boys and passed around the group. A few swigs and her head spun. At 18 she wasn’t used to drink.

She made it to class but fell asleep and the teacher Mr. Clarke had smelt the whiskey on her breath when he chastised her. The headmaster had given her a dressing down and suspended her. Now on her way home she was nearly wetting herself with fear about what her parents would do. She was certain she was in for some physical punnishment.

This was as bad as her sister getting caught sucking Mel’s pussy last year and then all hell had broken loose. Christ she’d had to watch as Susan had been held across their father’s lap and smacked until she could barely breathe for sobbing. Caroline considered doing a bolt to her boyfriend’s house but then he was up shit creek as well so it would probably only make things worse.

The reception at home was already planned by her mother who had been alerted by the school. Mary had spoken with her husband and they had decided that Caroline would have to be beaten for this latest misbehaviour.

Caroline used her key to unlock the front door and entered to see her mother waiting for her. The shock combined with her fear and the fact that since her drinking escapade she had’nt had time to empty her bladder combined to have her wet herself. As her mother watched in horror her daughter stood shaking and sobbing while her water trickled down her legs onto the tiled floor of the lobby.

“Stay seks hikayeleri there. I’ll go and get a towel. Take your shoes and socks off and everything else that’s wet.”

‘Yes. Mummy I’m sorry. Please I can’t go through what happened to Susie.”

“You should have thought of that before you got yourself sent home.”

Caroline stripped from the waist down and was sent to the shower. She would return to clean up her mess after washing herself off. Then she was sent to her room to await her chastisement that evening.

Caroline was summoned to the livingroom about 7pm. She was dressed in a t-shirt, and track pants. She had also put on some cotton panties. Her hope was that if she were spanked her pants and panties would cushion the blows.

It was a hopeless effort but still she made it. Last year she had witnessed her sisters buttocks and pussy exposed as she was punnished for her ‘perversion’.

“Well Caroline, what do you have to say for yourself?”

“Nothing Daddy. I’m very sorry and …..” She broke into sobs.

Her mother walked up behind her and putting her hands in the waistband of her trackpants lowered them and her panties in one go.

“No!” Came the shriek from Caroline.

Her Daddy could see her pussy. At least her mother and Susie were women but no man even her boyfriend had seen the silky blonde haired treasure between her legs.

“Come and lie across my knee.”

As if in a trance she shuffled towards her father and kneeling put herself across his knee. From her vantage point Susie could see her sister’s all and began to juice her own illicit little cotton g-string panties. She had been forced to renounce girls and live like a nun since the incident escort gaziantep şişman bayan and this was her first look at a pussy in a year. She’d convinced her parents that she really was normal but had confided in Caroline that she couldn’t wait to love another woman.

The blows rained down and Caroline cried out as her bottom reddened. Each buttock shook as her father struck it. In all 30 blows rained down upon her. When it was over despite her knowing that her father could see her sex lips and anything else he cared to look at she couldn’t move. She breathed in huge gulping sobs.

“You’d better take her to her room Susan. Your Mother and I must go to our Church meeting now. We’ll be back in a few hours. Caroline you will stay in your room until Sunday.”

“Yes Daddy” said Susan as she raised her sister to her feet. Kneeling in front of her, her eyes fixed on her cleft she pulled her panties up slowly. As the cotton contacted her bottom Caroline gave another sob and winced.

“Step out of these.” Susan suggested and removed her trackpants from around her ankles.

She took Caroline’s hand and led her back to her room. The parents made ready to leave. On entering her room Caroline threw herself at her bed and lay face down crying into her pillow.

She heard her parents car leave the drive and her door close as Susie left. About thirty seconds later she heard her door open again. A hand touched her waist a moment later.

“Raise your hips sweetie.” Her sister said softly.

As she did her panties were very gently lowered and the glow oof her bottom hit the cool of the air.

“You poor thing. Here, I’ll try and make it better for you.”

Caroline escort gaziantep sınırsız bayan felt a light cool touch and realised that Susie was rubbing cream inot her stinging rear. The pain eased with each gentle stroke. As she peered down upon her sister Susie realised that her panties were completely soaked as a result of the things she had seen that evening. Now for the first time in a year she held a round soft female bottom in her hand.

Nobody had ever touched Caroline like this. Through her pain and humiliation she felt an arousal spreadin out from her sister’s touch down to her sex petals and up through her stomach to her breasts.

Susie meantime had been a bit liberal with the cream and warmed by contact with Caroline’s skin it trickled down towards her little pink crinkle and onto her sex. Susie saw and heart in her mouth said

“Here, let me get that.”

A finger traced the line of Susie’s most sexual parts and scooped up the fluid. In the process the finger parted her swelling lips an forced a moan of arousal from her.

Neither sister said a word but Susie began to flex her loins and Caroline prayed that the finger would ‘stray’ again. It did but this time it stayed on her lips as her bottom was lovingly stroked. Caroline bore down. Susie’s finger entered her. There was no way for either to deny what was going on.

Caroline broke the ice.

“Could you do me like you did Mel, without hurting my bottom?”

“Sure Baby. I’d love to if you’re certain.”

“As I’ll ever be.” Caroline replied getting up on her knees with susie’s finger still in her.

“I’ll lie down and you just pop yourself on my mouth” Susie whispered.

Caroline did this facing Susie’s feet. As her sister licked and kissed and sucked her entire underneath from her rear to her aching clit she leant forward and lifting Susie’s skirt put a hand under the little wet panties she wore into her furry treasue and stroked her sister off. All pain was forgotten. Caroline wasn’t sure if she liked girls. She definitely liked boys but she knew from the moment she came, convulsing on Susie’s tongue, she loved her big sister.

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This is a Summer Lovin’ contest story. Please vote.

Wife abandons husband and baby for a wild life on the French Riviera.

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Glad for the experience, it had been a long, hot, emotionally charged and sexually frustrating summer spent with my mother-in-law. Surviving the heat, a record number of 90 plus degree consecutive days, no longer feeling sorry for myself, I was looking forward to the cooler temperatures of fall to clear my head for a fresh start. It all started a year ago last summer when my wife, Samantha, left me and our baby, Michael, for not only another man but also for another lifestyle.

I experienced some of the best times in my life with my wife, the love of my life, and I had some of the worst times after she left. Down, depressed, deceived, used, and abused, it wasn’t until after she left me that I could clearly see her for the horrible person that she was. Sad and lonely, and forsaking my friends and family to heal myself alone, I hid myself in my house with my mother-in-law, Christine, and my son, Michael, as my only companions. I was devastated by her leaving me and it’s taken me a more than a year to get my life back.

After my wife invited her mother to live with us in Massachusetts to help care for our infant son, Christine sold her house in California and moved east. Surprisingly and thankfully, perhaps out of guilt, loyalty, devotion, or the love of her grandson, she stayed with me, even after her daughter left. Maybe like me, she figured her daughter would return one day. Maybe like me, she was just as lonely as I was, that is, until I discovered that she was just as sexually attracted to me as I was to her.

Slow to simmer to a summertime boil, my sexual relationship with Christine started a year after Samantha left when I saw her unabashedly standing in my bedroom doorway in her sexy nightgown. A sight to behold, but a perilous bridge to cross, if I made love to Samantha’s mother, that one act would seal my fate by putting a final exclamation point to end my marriage with her daughter forever. Still harboring hopes of her returning, if Samantha returned, she’d never forgive me for having had sex with her mother. Yet gone for more than a year, my wife already ended our marriage when she left me and abandoned our child. Nonetheless, with mother more woman than daughter could ever be, if I began a love relationship with Christine, she’d never leave me in the way her daughter had and she’d never forsake her grandson in the way that Samantha had abandoned our son.

“May I sleep with you?”

Preoccupied in thought over imagining Christine naked while fingering my cock through my pajama bottom, I was about to masturbate over her again, my regular nightly routine. As if I had imagined her voice floating through my unconscious mind, she surprised me. When I heard her voice, I was sitting on my bed contemplating my day spent with the woman of my desire while wishing I wasn’t sleeping alone. When I looked up at my mother-in-law, the woman I now love, she stood in my bedroom doorway biting her lip, playing with her nightgown ties, and looking at me with sexuality, trepidation, and vulnerability. As stunned as I was sexually excited, I couldn’t believe she was standing there so exposed in her most revealing dressing gown. I couldn’t believe she asked if she could sleep with me.

Wearing makeup with her hair beautifully done and smelling of sweet perfume, I looked at her not believing she was really standing there. Was I dreaming or did she really ask if she could sleep with me? After sexually fantasizing about her for so long, was it wishful thinking that played tricks with my mind? A huge leap of faith in our quickly changing relationship, obviously with both of us lonely and sexually attracted to one another, already knowing the answer to her question, did she really think I’d say no? Just as I never said no to her daughter, I’d never say no to her mother.

With her standing in the hall, the nightlight behind her illuminated as if she was an angelic illusion. I couldn’t help but notice the dark impressions her areolas, nipples, and blonde patch of pubic hair made through her sheer nightgown. Staring at her as if she was my angel sent to me in my time of need, I saw her glance down at the bulge in my pajama bottom before she looked up at me to make solid eye contact. I wondered how long she had been standing in the doorway. I wondered had she seen me fingering my cock, if she would have liked what she saw. Had she not said a word for a few more seconds with me not knowing she was standing there watching me, she would have caught me pulling out my prick and stroking myself over the naked thoughts of her. With her standing there watching me, I couldn’t help but wonder, had she seen me masturbating, if that would have killed or encouraged my chances of sleeping with her.

A man who needed to be hit over the head with a baseball bat to understand when a woman was hitting on me, did she look down escort bayan şanlıurfa at my cock so that I’d understand that she didn’t want to sleep with me but wanted to have sex with me? With her wearing her low cut and nearly transparent, blue, pastel nightgown, looking so much like a blonde, busty angel dressed in a soft cloud of silk and satin, she showed me more of her beautiful body than I’ve ever seen before. She showed me more of herself than I was showing her of myself. Being the horny and perverted son-in-law that I am, after seeing her standing there so exposed, I was eager to return the sexual favor and expose myself to her.

Just because she was nearly naked with her big breasts nearly hanging out of her nightgown, not wanting to ruin things, I didn’t dare be so vulgar as to flash her. Not wanting to scare her off and extinguish what we had before taking the time to heat up our sexual fire, being that she was already eager to give herself to me, I thought better of whipping out my cock. Suddenly having second thoughts, I felt guilty for what I was about to do. Even though she just asked if she could sleep with me, even though she’s wearing her sexiest nightgown that exposed most of her naked body to me, she’s still my wife’s mother. If the shoe was on the other foot, I wouldn’t want my brother-in-law sleeping with my mother. Only, I didn’t have a brother-in-law and my mother looked nothing like Christine.

As if the past year fast forwarded in my mind, thinking back of all our times together, it was then that I thought of all the subtle signs she had given me and all faint hints that should have told me that she wanted me. How could I be so dumb not to notice her wanting me? How could I not know that she was as interested in bedding me as I was interested in having sex with her? Having never seen so much of her body, even on the beach in her barely there bikini, as if she was my new bride instead of my old mother-in-law, not that she was old, just older than me, she was wearing something that I imagined she’d wear on her Honeymoon. Being that my 30th birthday had just passed and with her nightgown looking more like thin, tissue paper than expensive sleepwear, I thought of her as my belated, gift wrapped, birthday present sent to my room psychically by my wishful thinking.

“Yes,” I said staring at her with lust in my eyes and love in my heart.

A sexual fantasy come true with me saying yes, all that was needed to seal our romantic union, one word and one syllable meant so much more than giving her my permission. It meant the start of something life changing. It meant that I was about to sleep with Samantha’s mother, my mother-in-law. It meant that I wouldn’t feel lonely and horny again, so long as Christine stayed with me and so long as we continued this sexual relationship.

When she walked in my bedroom, not knowing what else to do, I stood as if standing for a lady entering the room. Ready to embrace this new sexual relationship, I stood poised to hold her, touch her, feel her, caress her, kiss her, and make love to her. Only, as soon as I stood, as if seeing me standing with her from afar, I balked. Suddenly feeling so very perverted and having second thoughts again, I felt that I was cheating on Samantha, even though she had been cheating on me. My brain was saying no but my cock was saying yes.

Now embarrassed as much as I was excited by seeing her so exposed and vulnerable, the bulge of my semi-erect penis was obvious in my pajama bottom and I was embarrassed by my own sexual expectations and anticipations. With my emotions flip flopping, being at a disadvantage physically by involuntarily showing her how I felt, I was embarrassed by my emerging erection but excited at the same time that she saw the lust that I had for her. This wasn’t just any woman that I was about to bed, this was my mother-in-law. A sexual taboo, the forbidden sexual family connection resonated in my mind. Of all people, how could I be so lonely, so needy, so horny, so desperate, so despicable, and so perverted to want to have sex with my mother-in-law? What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with her to solicit me for sex, her own son-in-law?

Had her daughter still been with me, I never would have considered having sex with her mother. Then, again, had she not been my wife’s mother, because of how gorgeous she looks, the sexy body she has, and the sexual attraction that I have for her, I would have tried to have sex with her months ago. Even after developing feelings for Christine, so afraid to approach her and make my feelings known, I became frustratingly content to lust over her from afar. Instead of trying to bed her, instead of embarrassing myself by making a pass at her, my nightly routine was to masturbate while thinking of having sex with her. Wanting to have an intimate relationship with her for months and still too nervous to make the first move, my sexual frustration may have endlessly escort gaziantep sarışın bayan continued and culminated with neither of us getting what we wanted had Christine not asked to sleep with me.

Taking her by the hand, I led her to my bed. As if we were about to have our first session of couple’s therapy and needed to discuss what we were about to do, we sat in silence with our hands in our laps. Surely, preferring not to talk but to kiss, I didn’t need to talk about what I wanted to do with her. Just as I had already done with her daughter, the first time that I was with her four years ago, I knew what I wanted to do with her mother.

Attracted to Christine from the first day I met her, especially now in the way I missed her daughter, and especially now with her in her nightgown and asking my permission to sleep with me, I wanted to have sex with her. Lusting over her for years, I wanted to touch and feel her everywhere. Feeling so lonely and so horny, and with her looking so very much like Samantha, sometimes even mistaking mother for daughter, especially in the dark and especially when so wishing that she was Samantha reincarnated while pretending that she was, I wanted to make love to her. Yet, not wanting to make the same mistake twice and wanting to go through whatever this would become with my eyes wide open, I was hesitant to begin something that I may not be able to finish or something that could easily backfire and become another emotional disaster. After ruing the day I bedded daughter, I didn’t want to rue the day I bedded mother too.

Even though the abrupt end to my marriage wasn’t my fault, I blamed myself that it was. Being that we were already best friends and fun companions, I didn’t want to ruin my relationship with my mother-in-law with sex. Instead of being so eager to be with her physically, something new for me to resist the urge, I took a step back to take my time while waiting to join her sexually. Now that we were already close friends and were already there emotionally, our next step was to explore one another’s bodies sexually. We both knew that we wanted to have sex and I was just as nervous as she was to take that next step. Yet she took that first step already by asking me if she could sleep with me.

Wanting to reassure her, along with myself, with her sitting beside me, I looked at her and smiled before taking her hand in mine again. Afraid to say anything for fear that I’d say something dumb enough for her to realize the perverted son-in-law I am and make her flee my room, I sat there lovingly holding her hand while playing with her fingers. What was there to say? There were no words for how I felt about wanting to sleep with my wife’s mother. Either we had sex or we didn’t.

Needing to feel that she was real and that I wasn’t dreaming, I put my arm around her and ran my hand along her shoulder before continuing down her arm. The sexy sight of her was so arousing. Her perfume made me dizzy with sexual excitement and I just wanted to kiss her. Only, knowing that my kiss would lead to more, I debated with myself before taking a step that could either ruin my life more or make me the happiest man on earth. Should I or shouldn’t I have sex with my mother-in-law? This was a big step.

Even though I had put sunscreen lotion on her body many times, I had never touched my mother-in-law in the way that I was touching her and about to touch her now, sexually, erotically, romantically, and seductively. Even though this was Samantha’s mother sitting beside me in her nightgown and even though she already gave me the green light by asking if she could sleep with me, I felt as if I was a teenager at the cinema with my date while trying to work up the courage to make it to first base by feeling her breast. With the nightlight that lit my room enough for me to see, I could discern part of her breast down her nightgown. It was obvious that she had natural breasts that were just as wonderfully amazing as her daughter’s silicon breasts.

“I’m so nervous, Stephen,” she said in the way that I imagined she’d say, if I was sitting with her at a doctor’s office to give her moral support while waiting for the results of a medical test. “You’re not just any man,” she said looking at me with apprehension. “You’re my daughter’s husband, my son-in-law. Only, so attracted to you, I’m so very lonely.”

If we were to have a love affair that lasted longer than the three years that I had with her daughter, I wondered what she’d look like in twenty years. Quickly, I did the math in my head. In twenty years, she’ll be sixty-eight and I’ll be fifty. Not so bad, so long as she stayed active, was healthy, and stayed out of the sun. With her collecting Social Security and me working at a job, financially this could work. Gees, what the Hell am I thinking? I’m about to have sex with my mother-in-law.

“I’m nervous too,” I said looking deeply in escort şehitkamil her blue eyes and giving her a smile of encouragement while figuring that lonely was a woman’s code word for horny. “You’re so beautiful, Christine,” I said trying to relax her, calm myself, and excite her all at the same time. “Just as you’re lonely, I am too,” while almost blurting out the word horny. “From the first day I met you, I’ve always been attracted to you.” With you looking so much like your daughter, especially at your age, I’m a lucky man, I thought but didn’t say my backhanded compliment.

Even though I so wanted to kiss her, I was afraid. Her lips were forbidden fruit. The Devils playground, her lips were off limits. Her lips were Eve’s apple given to Adam and her pussy was Dante’s Inferno on my certain, future admittance to Hell.

Even though I was working up my nerve to kiss her and seduce her, I didn’t dare. Had she been any other woman showing up in my room wearing what she was wearing, I would have kissed and felt her beautiful body by now. Had she been anyone else, I would have stripped her naked and already been busy making love to her. Only, she wasn’t just any woman. Even though I wanted her and had fantasized about having sex with her, with her here now calling my bluff, it was difficult for me to wrap my brain around having sex with her.

So very hesitant, even though she was the one who made the first move by coming to my room in her revealing nightgown and asking to sleep with me, I didn’t understand why I was so afraid to kiss her. As if her lips were suddenly electrified barbed wire, for fear of a fatal shock, I was afraid to touch her lips with mine. Should our romantic connection be a mistake and prematurely end, having already established a bond of trust and a strong connection, hopefully those warm feelings would surely transcend any future physical and emotional relationship problems we’d have and not ruin our friendship.

With both of us going into this with eyes wide open, we weren’t children. With both of us needing some sexual comfort, we weren’t infatuated teenagers driven wild by puppy love; we were mature adults. Yet, analyzing our sudden sexual connection, did we feel the need to have sex because Samantha rejected us by leaving? Feeling her consternation along with my own, I needed to ensure Christine, as well as myself, that what we already had and what we were about to do couldn’t be ruined by being needy, feeling guilty, and having second thoughts. What we already had was a strong foundation for love. What we already had was the most fun that I’ve ever had with a woman without removing her clothes. Being that I was still married to her daughter, what we were about to do was wrong on more than one level, nonetheless, what we were about to do was so right on many other levels.

“Kiss me,” she said.

With too much temptation to say no, but slow to react, it took her to appear at my bedroom door nearly naked for me to understand that she wanted me as much as I wanted her. It took her to ask my permission to sleep with me for me to invite her in my bedroom. It took her to tell me to kiss her for me to kiss her. What’s wrong with me? If I don’t kiss her now, she’ll think that I don’t want her. If I don’t kiss her now, she’ll think that I’m rejecting her for the hope her bitch and whore of a daughter will return. After developing deep feelings for my mother-in-law, I no longer wanted my wife. I wanted mother over daughter.

Unable to say no and unable to tell her to return to her room, I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulled her to me, and kissed her as if we were standing in front of Niagara Falls. When she allowed me to part her lips with my tongue and she responded with hers, it took me a moment to wrap my head around and get beyond the fact that I was French kissing my mother-in-law. Something I’ve imagined doing in my sexual fantasies and masturbation sessions and something that I wanted to do for so long, was finally happening now. Only this was different. This was real and not a sexual fantasy. With her lips so full and her kisses so passionate, I loved kissing Christine more than I ever enjoyed kissing her daughter. A thousand miles away, with her daughter always so preoccupied with her past, current, and future modeling assignments, and just going through the motions, she was never there with me in our relationship.

A year ago, missing her daughter as if she had suddenly died, I never would have French kissed her mother but now I was French kissing Christine, the woman I love. With my two-year-old son asleep for the night in the next room, we had hours to ourselves. Perhaps with both of us afraid to get more comfortable in bed, as if falling back in bed was taking a plunge deeper than we were ready and willing to take, we sat together on the edge of the bed kissing.

Even though I couldn’t wait to touch her and feel her, more aroused kissing her than I imagined I’d be touching her, her kisses reminded me of kissing her daughter when we first started dating four years ago. Only now with my eyes wide open, kissing Christine was better than kissing Samantha. When I closed my eyes, I imagined Samantha was there with me. Then, when I opened my eyes to look in Christine’s eyes, my excitement grew with the thoughts that Samantha was gone and I was making out with her mother.

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This story takes place in a relatively negative consequence free world. I don’t condone the thoughts or actions of any characters. All characters are over the age of eighteen. If SS/BBW incest stories aren’t your thing I wouldn’t recommend reading on.

Somewhere in Urango Ocean a large woman named Beth and her son, Dillon, were basking in the Sun on a beach.

They had faced a hard time together when Dillon’s dad disappeared leaving nothing behind for them. They went from a four bedroom house to sharing a single mattress in a studio apartment. Beth didn’t stay down for long, she was soon back to work. Dillon worked hard in school and never gave his mother any cause for concern. It made it easier for her to focus on her work. Within a few years they were happier that ever before. They had moved into a comfy two bedroom, but they still shared a bed. They had tried separate rooms at first but neither could sleep.

The experience had glued them together. They did everything together from cuddling up to watch a film to going out for meals like a couple. As well as helping each other out with the mundane issues of life. Their closeness didn’t go unnoticed. Beth’s friends teased her that she and her son were like a boring old married couple. Dillon’s friends had noticed he rarely stayed out late or over at their houses. Their friends didn’t pry too much, and most of them were even a little jealous. Beth’s friends wished they their sons were as easy to parent and Dillon’s friends were typical horny guys who thought Beth was super hot. Not out of shame but Beth and Dillon did keep some secrets from the rest of the world. They didn’t wanted to explain why that they shared a bed by choice.

For all their closeness, their relationship had gotten more complicated since Dillon turned eighteen, almost a year ago. Beth felt it was for the best to put up some small boundaries between her and Dillon. For example even though they cuddled most days, Beth was always the big spoon now. Not just because she was physically bigger than him, but also because if anyone touched or rubbed her belly, Beth would get horny. Now that Dillon was a man, and Beth hadn’t had sex in so long, she was worried she’d do something she’d regret. Beth often thought, apart from being her son, he was everything she was looking for in a man; kind, supportive, fun and very easy on the eyes which only had the boundaries more important for Beth.

Then there was also her hobby that she kept secret from him. If Beth knew that Dillon would be gone for most of the day, she would gorge herself on food, then masturbate then eat some more. On the rare times that Dillon stayed over at friends, there would be a non-stop chain of delivery men calling to Beth’s door. She had made sure there new house within delivery distance of all her favourite eateries. From Beth’s experimentation she had learned more food in, bigger orgasm out. She was embarrassed about this hobby, she didn’t want Dillon to see his mother with such little self control.

Beth felt most of her problems came from not getting laid. She hadn’t had any form of sexual partner since her ex-husband. Not that she really counted what he called “sex.” She masturbated constantly. Every night in the shower before having bedtime cuddles with Dillon. She knew she needed some serious dick but that was her issue, not Dillon’s. So she pushed them out of her mind. It was time to lay back and enjoy the sun, sea and her son.

Dillon had his own big secret from his mother. He was completely in love with her, for as long as he could remember. She was soft but strong, and she didn’t let anything ruin her mischievous disposition. He struggled with girls and was still a virgin. He wished girls were easier to talk to like his mother. Dillon’s love for his mommy was also physical, he thought his mom was one of the sexiest women he’d ever seen.

Beth was a BBW goddess, about a head taller than her son, and almost twice as wide. She loved her body, but was somewhat shy about showing it off. To the beach she had worn a simplest black one piece bikini she could find. However with K cup tits, clothing was never simple. Her breasts fought against the stretchy material pushed to it’s limits. The straps were lifted off her chest and pulled taut while digging into her shoulders. Her boobs tried to break free with all the power of a dammed river. Beth knew full well her cleavage was impossible to hide. A long deep crack separating her two breasts tripped up, and caused double takes from, onlookers everywhere she went.

The bottom of the bikini covered a meaningful percentage of her expansive ass but still left plenty on display. Beth had thrown a short rusty red sarong,It was more for style than modesty. Tied at the waist it covered about half her pillowy thighs, and rump with it’s fine meshy material.

Dillon was in Heaven, although he was fully hard so he really hoped he wouldn’t bump into God. He couldn’t help but steal glances of his mother’s body, or her beautiful face. Her warm blue eyes were covered by sun glasses escort gaziantep sahibe bayan but her high cheekbones, plump lips and round face showed she was a beautiful woman. Her dark brown long hair was wrapped up in a bun that rested on top of her head .

It was the first day of the holiday. They had only checked in, unpacked and had lunch so far. They had headed straight to the beach after that. They wanted to make the most of their holiday, so relaxing was a very urgent issue. Dillon wasn’t much of a beach guy, but he was a mommy’s boy so he was happy if she was happy. He didn’t mind laying stomach down on a beach while playing games on his phone and sneaking glances at his mom’s sexy body for a few hours.

The beach they were on was a stretch of coast too long to see one end from the other. The two had taken the path through the rocky break wall down that separated the car park from the sand. They spread out their towels about half way down. The water was still some distance away, but still filled the air with a fresh ocean breeze and the sounds of the waves and wildlife.

Beth loved the beach. Laying out in the sun, swimming in the ocean and ice cream (a beach essential according to her.) She had noticed this beach seemed be more open minded than back at home as a lot of women went topless. She had thought about it but had decided it was just too intimate to have her boobs out in front of her son.

Beth sat cross legged with her hands in the sand for support as she surveyed the beach from behind thick sunglasses. Apart from the break wall it was rock free, just random peaks and valleys of sand small enough to be stamped on by any of the beach goers.

Beth’s attention was caught when a smiling man and women walked into her view. The woman was much bigger than Beth in terms of weight but not height. The women strolled along, topless, holding hands with a much younger man. Beth noticed that the women had a wedding ring on her finger, but the young man did not. Beth couldn’t tell if he was a partner, or son, but she was sure both of them were down right sexy. Beth often held her son’s hand in public so she was as unsure as to the nature of their relationship as she was curious. Beth wouldn’t have ever guessed but the women was holding hands with both her partner and son.

Beth had learned from porn she was a BBW, but this lady was a SSBBW. She had a much more predominate double chin than Beth, but still had a nice, bright, happy face framed by loose blonde curls. Beth guessed Kathy would have worn an E or F cup bra, not as big as Beth but the women’s belly was far larger. It was a round low hanging apron tummy. The women didn’t tuck it into her g-string bottoms, it probably couldn’t take the weight. She looked completely naked in fact. The only hint of clothing was a thin stretched string that ran from under her belly, clung around her hips and across her back in a loop, with one strand quickly being absorbed between her cheeks.

The two settled down centre stage. From a beach bag the man produced a bottle of suntan lotion, as the women lay out. He began to apply the cream to her belly. His strong hands rubbed the cream into the soft skin, even playfully tickling her belly button. Beth could see the woman smiling as her companion’s fingers danced across her stomach.

Beth couldn’t deny she felt jealous. Sure she had Dillon to help her with hard reach places like Beth’s back but she wanted someone for the fun to touch places like this women had.

“Hey mom, all good?”

Dillon’s question snapped Beth back into reality.

“Oh yeah, just something caught my eye.”

Dillon looked out to see what his mother meant. His eyes were immediately drawn to the SSBBW, and all his blood to his dick. He was in the reality his mother had left moments ago.

Dillon’s jealousy was a lot more intense. Only in his dreams would he be lucky enough to be the sun tan lotion guy for any woman. Of course if he got to pick, he’d pick his mom.

Much to the disappointment of their new fans but the beach belly rub show came to an end, but not long later the couple got up and started heading towards the exit even though they had left all their stuff behind. Just as the women got near Beth she stopped and said,

“Hey, I think we are staying in the same hotel,” Kathy didn’t think, she knew. She had spotted them checking in this morning.

“Oh really? It’s such a nice hotel.”

“It came so highly recommended, we’ve only been here since yesterday but loving it so far!” Kathy continued, “oh silly me, I’m Kathy and this my son Adam.”

The four exchanged pleasant introductions, a blind person could see they had a lot of similarities so they hit it off instantly. Adam, even though a few years older than Dillon, played a lot of the same games so they were busy chatting when Kathy revealed why they came over.

“Me and Adam were going to get ice cream from a stand over by the entrance. Would you mind watching our stuff?”

“That escort bayan şahinbey would be no problem but I think it would take two strong men to fetch enough ice cream for us.” Beth joked but Dillon immediately offered to go instead of Beth.

“Well that sounds much better,” Kathy agreed with Beth. The women went to move all their beach gear together while the men quested for ice cream.

Beth was delighted with how the situation turned out. There was something about Kathy that made Beth fascinated. Beth wished she too could sit here happily with her breasts out and be not worried about what her son would think. Beth was a confident woman but she felt shy (and small) next to Kathy.

Beth lay back down, now with their new friend’s towels close by. Kathy stayed sitting up right proudly displaying her tits to the beach. Kathy look over to Beth and asked,

“I don’t mean to be nosy, but I couldn’t help but overhear while you were checking in, you book a room with one bed.”

Beth didn’t exactly advertise that she couldn’t sleep without cuddling her son, like a teddy bear, but she felt a connection to Kathy.

“Oh it’s a little embarrassing but me and Dillon like to share a bed. We had to after his father left. Now it just feels weird not to sleep with him.” Beth honestly explained.

“Oh you’re just like us!” Kathy said but really they were not just like Kathy and Adam. Kathy and Adam had always wanted to meet another incestuous couple, but a mother son, who after knowing less than ten minutes, clearly wanted to fuck was good enough. They just needed an encouraging nudge forward. Beth was thrilled to meet a mother who was as close to her son as she was to Dillon. Even though in reality Kathy was much closer to her son.

The women were best friends by the time the boys had returned with ice cream. Not long later while they were laughing and having fun, they were interrupted by the loud rumblings of Beth’s stomach.

“Was that me or you?” Kathy giggled.

“Me, I’m starving! I’m wasting away.” Beth grabbed her tummy and shook, sending little hypnotic jiggles that captured Adam and Dillon’s gaze.

“Well we heard of all you-can-eat-buffet nearby. If you want to join us?” Kathy openly offered the invite. Almost all of Beth wanted to agree, so that was a lot, but one part of her held out. She couldn’t see all you-can-eat as anything but a challenge, it was in the name. However there was a reason she stuffed when Dillon wasn’t around.

“I’m not taking no for an answer by the way” Kathy said with a joking forwardness, that Beth couldn’t resist.

“Come on mom, you did say you were hungry.” Dillon said, he was already gathering his beach stuff. Adam chimed in with,

“I think Beth said she was starving.”

“I’m being bullied,” Beth joked “you can’t carry me there so you can’t make me!”

Beth was happily beaten but she knew she would be going on a date with her hotel room shower head immediately after dinner. She began to gather up her things as well. Kathy threw on a tight bandeau top trapping her tits and the thick rings of fat that ran from the side of her breasts and under her armpit before heading off. They left four abreast with the two moms in the middle, holding hands with their sons.

The beach car park was at the bottom of the island’s tourist strip. They had barely reached the first gift shop when Kathy turned veered them towards one of the narrower side streets. It was easier to walk in two rows, with Kathy and Adam ahead. They knew the way after all. The sounds of several sets of sandals slapped and skidded around the stone structures surrounding the street.

“Mom can I ask you something?” Dillon gave his mother’s hand a light squeeze.

“Best ask me two things, sweetie”

“Well three things now I have to ask, how the stand up career is going?”

“Great! You’re still a hack interviewer, right?” The two called it quits with a chuckle and Beth pulling her son in to link arms with her.

“I thought you seemed a little hesitant to join Adam and Kathy, or was I imagining it?” Dillon asked.

Beth wouldn’t lie to her son, but she didn’t want to give him all the details.

“Well when you’re not around, I like to eat, like a lot of food. I get a little wild.”

Dillon thought his cock couldn’t get any harder, he was walking behind Kathy’s colossal ass after all, but his mother’s reveal got him even harder.

“So you are worried about eating too much at an all you-can-eat-buffet?”

“Logical answer to emotional issue. It’s a little embarrassing is all.” Beth didn’t want to tell her son that the real problem was her bikini bottoms would end up as as wet as a fisherman’s net after a big haul, and as wet as the same fisherman’s wife after she hears about the haul, combined.

“Well I guess were going to the eat-as-little-possible buffet so.” Dillon cast a rye glance at his mom.

The conversation was cut short when Kathy’s bag dropped from escort şahinbey its perch on her fleshy shoulder. Random odds and ends like a strip of pills, lipstick, and mints flew out. A gold ring bounced out of the chaos and towards Beth. As Beth and Kathy bent over to gather things up, and both Dillon and Adam tried to grab a quick look at their mother’s asses before helping out. When Beth handed back the ring, she saw it was clearly a wedding band. That’s when Beth thought she figured out what had happened to Kathy’s husband, he must have passed.

The narrow street opened onto a plaza and they spotted what must be the place, it was called Happy Family Feast. It looked like it had been an older building converted into a modern buffet style restaurant. A thick stone arches created an entryway, which had a large outdoor carpet invitingly leading inside. At the arch, a delightfully chubby woman sat behind a little booth with a till.

Maria, the co-owner with her husband, wasn’t as large as either of the women approaching but she had a plump tummy and large eye catching tits. Being a native of the island her skin was a beautiful tan colour. Her low cut string tank top advertised her lack of sun tan lines and a bra. Although not erect her nipples were visible enough to welcome the customers in. If it had been up to her, she would be sitting there fully naked. Not just to attract more customers but for the simple reason Maria didn’t like wearing clothes.

“I insist I pay for this though.” Beth said as they crossed the plaza.

“Oh honey, we both know the owner is really the one paying.” Kathy responded. Like most places on the island, they were very relaxed about people wandering in right off the beach, no need to change out of their swimwear. As they headed towards the building, Maria, with a big smile called out to them.

“You lady looks hungry, all you can eat right here! Come on, boys treat your mothers right.”

They didn’t need an invite but Beth did feel a little less embarrassed, if someone working at a buffet invited her, she couldn’t be held responsible for what she did. Beth was less assured when she realised that was vampire logic. Although she did wonder how the women had assumed they were mothers and sons. Walking in the manner they were, linked arms that is, they could have as easily been a couple.

“Oh we don’t need any convincing.” Kathy said as they approached Maria.

After much insistence, Beth paid for the four of them. After even more insistence, Maria kept the large tip Beth was trying to give her. Maria thought the fact she herself was a large woman would hint at the fact they encouraged stuffing. This buffet was a labour of love for her, her husband and their two daughters.

“Really please, you must keep it, I don’t want to come back here tomorrow to an out of business sign.” Beth insisted as Maria tried hand Beth back the money.

As soon as Beth got her plate, she realized she had been silly. She would be able to hold it together for one meal. She didn’t have to worry about food turning her into a gooey sex monster.

Both women had piled more food onto one plate than most people would eat in a whole meal. They had both skirted around grabbing little tastes of everything unhealthy. They joked there was no room for salad.

The whole buffet was a random assortment of foods. Any deep or Southern fried, thick creamy pastas, it really had any thing the women were looking for. And the whole meal came with two horny young men watching them. This was pretty much a dream come true for Dillon. He wanted his mother to eat as much as she wanted. He didn’t want her hold back just because he was around. This wasn’t new to Adam but it was much better to watch the woman he loved eating with her new sexy friend. Both Adam and Dillon loved how happy it made their moms gorge themselves.

Beth’s stomach began to fill, she began to feel her pussy start to react. If the meal went on for as long as she expected she’d be in trouble. There was some saving grace, a bit of a competition had developed. Although neither Beth or Kathy would admit it but they were trying to out eat each other. At least this gave Beth something to focus on, rather than the problem between her legs.

Maria gazed over to the table with lust in her eyes from her chair behind the till. She had swivelled on it so now her legs pointed at the stone arch. She could keep one eye on her customers and the other on plaza for potential customers from his position. She was pondering who at the table would she fuck if she could. All four would be ideal but she did like the look of the younger son. Although the looks she really liked were the ones both sons were giving their mothers. She was actually stroking her tummy as she watched the women grow while their sons, completely enamoured, watched. She knew what kind of mothers they really were. This was something her husband would want to see.

She called over her daughter to cover the till. Halla had been cleaning down a table, while silently cursing her sister, Sofia. Halla was only a few minutes younger for than her and paid for it ever second of her life. She was identical to Sofia, but she didn’t feel that way. She was working while Sofia was in the back office with daddy. Still sitting at the till gave her a better view of the four hot tourists. Halla got to the till just as Maria disappeared through the kitchen door.

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Jimmy had just awakened when he heard his mother’s passionate cry. He began to grin. The boy wasn’t surprised – after all, he had been listening to his mother and father fuck on Saturday and Sunday mornings for as long as he could remember, and the only thing different today was that the action was starting earlier.

His striped cotton pajamas parted and the bed sheet rose up like a tent over his groin, supported on the big pole of his prick as it loomed up in an instant erection.

He listened to the sound of protesting bedsprings as Mom and Dad got to work.

After a while he slid a hand under the sheets, reaching down to his hard-on. He played with his balls a bit, then took his prick in his hand and began to toss it up and down in rhythm with the sounds of parental passion.

But he kept pausing from time to time, not getting into the steady action that would get his rocks off. Jimmy loved the sensation of having full, solid balls and an iron-hard cock and he was seldom in a hurry to drain his spunk off. He frigged a bit, then broke off the action, allowing his cock to recede from the rising peak.

Eventually, of course, he would have to empty his load off, but he was planning to wait until he had some privacy to roam the upstairs rooms, looking for some object to embellish the bare handjob.

The horny young man liked to jerk off into his mother’s bras and panties and to sneak into his sexy kid sister’s bedroom and spill his spunk onto her bed, soaking the sheets, getting a real kinky kick out of knowing that the nubile teenager would presently be sleeping in his slime. So he played with his prick casually, without working towards the creamy conclusion as he enjoyed the sound effects of a frantic fuck.

The boy would have been truly astonished if he had known where the jizz load he was saving for later was going to wind up in the end.

For fate was taking a hand here, preserving his hard-on and spunk – in accord with his mother’s plans.

Holly was still asleep and her mother’s lustful cry woke her, blinking in confusion, from the very interesting dream she had been having.

The teenaged vixen had been dreaming that she had parachuted naked into a prison compound, escort gaziantep olgun bayan where dozens of handsome convicts, deprived of pussy for years as they served their sentences, all eagerly leaped on her while she was still in the parachute harness, throwing a savage cluster fuck into her from all sides.

Holly hated to have that dream interrupted before her cunt creamed off.

But then, realizing what the sound that had awakened her was, she began to listen happily. She played with her tits, kneading the mounds and plucking at the swollen tips, then slid a hand down to fondle her pussy.

She stroked her unfurled cuntlips, brushed lightly at her cunt, sank a finger into her fuckhole and frigged it in and out. Then, remembering all the wild varieties of her erotic dream, she hiked a hip up, slid her hand under her ass, and nudged a fingertip into her asshole, too.

But, like her brother, Holly was not trying to surge to the creamy crest.

Holly had given up Saturday morning handjobs some time ago, when she found out that her nubile girlfriend, Linda Blake, was only too happy to do it for her.

Neither girl was a dyke, to be sure – they just loved to frig each other off and feel each other up – and soon, Holly hoped, they might get down to more naughty things, as well.

Still without being lesbians, she saw no reason why they couldn’t be cunt lappers.

And so, Holly fondled her tits, played with her pussy and teased her tight little asshole, without cumming, as she eagerly eavesdropped on Mom and Dad.

And this, too, was playing perfectly into the plans that Diana had for the day.

Diana was thinking about that scheme, at the moment, as Dan shoveled his enormous prick in and out of her foaming fuckhole in a frenzy.

She was hot for both of her kids – and still adoring a solid cuntful of her husband’s mighty prick, the one lustful desire in no way precluding the other.

She bowed and bridged, arched and undulated, her whole lush body moving sensually. Her hips pumped down as he stuffed her, then rolled and twisted around as he drew back, so that she was winding her cunt around on his cock escort bayan gaziantep oral yapan like a juicy nut screwed onto a meaty bolt.

Her ass hiked up as he drove in, churning and jolting. She clamped her thighs around his flanks, locking her heels behind him, rubbing them up and down through the crack of his ass and dipping down into his groin from behind to brush them against his balls.

He plunged in, pumping girl goo from her cunt each time his thick prick filled her to the brim.

His vibrant cock hissed up her cunthole and slurped as he tugged it back out against the suction of her squeeze box pussy. Her cuntlips distended down his prick as he yanked out, damned near pulling her pussy inside out.

Her legs flew up and her arched feet began to kick in the air behind his haunches, pumping and pedaling as if she were riding a bicycle upside down.

Then she jerked her knees right up to her tits, rolling her ass up, curling her curvaceous body up into a ball, rolling into a hoop around the firm axle of his cock.

Dan dipped down and fed her a long, slow, rippling under slung stroke that dragged his balls along the bed. Then he hiked up higher and plowed into her from above, so that he was running every inch of his vibrant cockshaft across her explosive cunt as it sank in and pulled out.

Diana moaned loudly when her clit began to go off like a blasting cap.

It occurred to Dan that their kids might be able to hear his wife’s sexual cries, loud fuck that she was. But he was not about to pause to warn her and besides, it turned him on to imagine his sexy teenaged daughter lying in her bed, listening to the sounds of lust.

“Cum – cum – cum!” Diana began to babble.

Creaming, herself, the wanton woman was yearning to feel Dan’s fuckjuice squirt up her cunt.

And if the kids were listening – well, that suited Diana quite well, on this eventful day.

Her cunt was going off like a Gattling gun, setting off deeper explosions in the heart of her horny loins. Her cunt was filling up with cum cream and Dan’s prick was splashing in like a torpedo launched in a swamp.

“Shoot in otele gelen gaziantep escort bayan me, darling? Jizz me! Slime in my cunt!” Diana begged, at the peak and holding, wanting to still be cumming when her husband joined in the juicy climax.

His balls were so full by this time that they were no longer swinging – they were rolling up the lane of her loins like bowling balls.

“Here it comes, baby!” he howled.

“Oooooh! Ahhhh!” she wailed in anticipation.

The eavesdropping teenagers were left in no doubt that the parental passion was peaking.

Dan’s cumbags hit her ass again – and went off like a time bomb.

His cock recoiled like a cannon as the jizz spurted from the knob, jerking his ass back on the end of his hard-on like the breech of a field piece.

He hauled her towards him by her ass and slammed his spraying prick up her again, shooting off as he plunged in and squirting again on the recoil.

Her cunt was melting on his hot cock like a wax candle in a fiery wick, and her cunt cum was swirling out almost as lavishly as his jizz.

His cock drove in through their mixed juices as if he were sinking it into a paste pot. Goo pumped from her cunt and ran down her groin and thighs and drenched her ass. He kept grinding in like a pestle in a mortar, jolting her pelvis on his savage strokes, rattling her bones, ramming her ass up and down, tumbling and tossing her voluptuous body about on the pounding engine of his potent prick.

At long last his balls had drained off and he held his cock inside her, no longer humping, taking his weight on his elbows and knees.

Diana kept on wriggling and squirming, hung up on his meat hook, working her own sweet cumming off to the dregs, grinding out the final spasms.

Then she stopped moving and lay back, a dreamy smile lighting her lovely face.

Dan, still mounted, leaned down and kissed her lovingly on each big tit tip, then on the lips.

His cumbags were slack now, all his joyjuice spent, but his cock was still fat and firm inside her cunt, and he rose up again and peered down into her face, raising his eyebrows questioningly.

Dan knew that his insatiable wife always liked to cum more than once at a session – and knew, as well, that if he kept his prick in her hot, clinging, sodden cunt for a while, his balls would refuel themselves automatically.

But today Diana seemed to require no more. “Thank you, darling – that was just what I needed,” she whispered.

For starters, her mind added.

But she sure couldn’t tell Dan that.

Contd.

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Readers Note: This is the 3rd in a series of tales about my sexual relationship with my sister. You may want to read the first 2 installments before starting this one.

It was my turn.

On the last Thursday before Labor Day 1980 our parents went out to dinner with friends. Donna, my sister who I had fucked twice while she was “sleeping” was in the kitchen making a sandwich when I entered the room.

“I’m going to take a nap” I said.

“I’m very, very, very tired.”

Donna looked at me, mouth agape, knowing full well what I was telling her.

The most simple translation of what I had just told her would be “Donna, I’m going to lay on the couch and pretend to be asleep. Could you please come in the living room and give me a blow job?”

She said “OK, I’ll try not to wake you. If you’re really tired why don’t you go to you bedroom?”

“Good idea.” I replied, pulling off my t-shirt, starring at her body in an unbrotherly manner.

I climbed the stairs and got naked swiftly, laying on my bed with the door open and lights on.

I put my hands behind my head and waited for my sister to come to me.

I could hear her downstairs in the kitchen, putting icecubes into a glass and pouring herself a soda. I could hear the sound of the ice cubes rattling as she walked about, putting dirty dishes and silverware into the sink. Soon, the noise of her shoes on the hallway leading to the staircase could be heard, with the soft padding of her walking up the carpeted stairway following.

She stopped at the top of the stairs, where my bedroom doorway was.

The house was so silent I could hear her breathing get heavier as she gazed down upon my nude body, my cock in a semi-hard state.

This lasted for longer than I had anticipated and I was beginning to wonder what she was doing. But I maintained the mutually agreed upon fiction of feigning “sleep”.

Then the sound of her stepping out of her shoes – clogs, they were very fashionable escort gaziantep özbek bayan back in 1980. Then the zipper of her blue jeans, the unsnapping of her bra, the sound of clothing being heaped in a pile.

Donna was probably naked at this point, but I didn’t open my eyes to look.

She moved to the edge of my bed and reached down to gently caress my cum-filled ball sack with one hand. Then she grabbed my cock and began to slowly pull on it, making it grow in length and hardness as she was doing so.

I opened my right eye just a crack to see my now-naked sister starring down at my hard cock. She opened her mouth and lowered her face to my shaft, beginning the act of sucking deeply the flesh of her older brother’s stiff erection.

She kept one hand around the base of my cock, squeezing hard. With the other, she reached up and began playing with one of her nipples, roughly.

As she sucked, she began moving her head in an up-and-down motion, effectively fucking my cock with her face.

At this point I let out an audible moan, which cause her to pause for a moment, before continuing in performing a beautiful blow job.

Donna climbed up onto my bed, straddling my body with her own. She positioned herself so that her wonderful round ass was directly in front of my face, while she continued the act of fellatio.

I reached up and rubbed my hands all across my sister’s hot asscheeks, which caused her to squirm a bit.

As she wiggled her behind, I began to kiss her ass and then suck on her flesh. I used my hands to explore for her pussy and clit, and quickly found them eagerly awaiting my touch. With index finger and thumb I began mauling her clit and penetrating her pussy, while she increased the tempo of her oral massage upon my cock.

My other hand began to play with her asshole, which had the effect of forcing my sister to pull her head off of my cock and gasp for air.

“Oh porno videolar god yes!” she wailed, stroking my hardon with her hand as she panted and moaned.

I continued to use my hands to pleasure my sister and could tell that it would be she, and not I, whom would cum first.

Her pussy was so wet that her juices flowed on my fingers, to my knuckles, and then down onto my hands.

My sister let out a long, deep moan followed by “Yes, yes, yes!” when I increased the number of fingers fucking her pussy to two and inserting a thumb from my other hand into her asshole.

It was not long after this, a half a minute perhaps, when my sister orgasmed violently, shaking uncontrollably, lowering her crotch onto my hand, squeezing her legs together, crying out “Oh-my-god-I’m-cumming!”

Then her body collapsed on top of my own, moving up and down like she’d just run a 100 yard dash, her lungs seeking oxygen.

I managed to pull my self out from beneath her and got off of the bed.

Without saying a word I retreated to the bathroom and returned with a tube of KY jelly. I unscrewed the top and dipped a couple of fingers inside. I spread my sister’s asscheeks and began fingering her asshole with the KY.

Donna figured out what I was doing fairly quickly and raised herself up onto all fours, spreading her legs apart widely in a lewd manner. She reached under herself and began playing with her pussy again as I continued to ready her asshole. Some more KY was liberally applied to my own steel-hard erection, in preparation for sodomizing my sister.

My cock could wait no longer for its satisfaction, so I got back onto my bed and positioned myself behind my sister. I grabbed my cock and placed its engorged head at the entrance to my sister’s now well-greased asshole.

Even with all the lubrication, entry into my sister’s anus was difficult. But I continued in my efforts, as my sister provided rus escort bayan gaziantep assistance by pushing back her ass to welcome my cock meat inside her.

Once the head of my cock was inside Donna’s asshole, things seemed easier. I was enthralled at the sensation of extreme tightness on my cock that my sister’s asshole provided. Deeper and deeper, bit by bit, my prick penetrated inside her bottom. My balls were positively on fire at this point. My cock felt as large as a telephone pole!

This was simply too good to be true.

I heard the sound of an animal grunting and then realized that it was myself.

I muttered things like “fucking your ass” as my strokes continued, now faster and deeper than before.

Donna thrashed about underneath my assault, crying in a combination of pain and pleasure, saying “Harder!” and “So good!”

It was not long before my tortured cock sought relief and I could feel a flood of hot cum erupting from my balls and racing to exit.

I pulled my cock from my sister’s asshole and unleashed a savage amount of hot cum upon her asscheeks and lower back. It splashed against her skin and collected in pearly white pools. I moaned unintelligible noises as the jets of thick, white cum shot out of the tip of my reddish-purplish cock head like lightning bolts.

With my hands, I spread the cum across my sister’s ass, her back, the back of her legs. It was truly an astonishing volume of semen that I had emitted onto her body, and I wished she could have seen it.

My fingers were soaked with a combination of my sister’s pussy juices, KY jelly and my own spunk as I fell onto my back, too exhausted to go clean up right away.

My sister rolled over and lay beside me, falling to sleep with her head on my chest and her right hand cupping my balls, purring contently in the afterglow of our forbidden incestuous acts.

I, too, fell asleep, waking perhaps an hour later to find Donna gone from my bed. I showered, dressed and went downstairs to find Donna watching TV, herself looking all cleaned up and wearing fresh clothes.

“Hi Brian.” she said nonchalantly, not lifting her eyes from the TV. “Mom and Dad just called. They just left the restaurant and will be home in a few minutes.”

“How was your nap?” she grinned.

“Donna, it was the best.” I replied with a devilish smile.

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