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Relatives I had never even heard of before came for our parents’ funeral. Uncle Herbert even came from Germany, which surprised everyone. As my big brother and I were still so relatively young, our relatives had decided that they would all give us some money, whatever they could afford to give, to better ensure that we would be well taken care of since we could no longer rely on our parents for assistance. That was good, because with a new car and a new house, we suddenly had much larger bills than usual. At least we would be able to pay off the car and make a significant payment toward the new house.

…a house which was still unfurnished and had only been used thus far as a location for my big brother and Master to lovingly hurt me with his belt.

Even despite the money from our relatives, our parents had assured that we would be well-to-do financially. My big brother had used some investments in his name to put the down payment on the new house, but we learned of even more investments our parents had made in our names when we were babies. As heirs, we gained a tremendous amount of money, plus our parents’ vehicles and the family home, plus some land in the Colorado mountains our father had purchased several years earlier with the intent of building a cabin for his retirement days.

It felt so strange to be in the family home with half the family no longer living there. When my big brother and I had been there for Thanksgiving, our parents were in Germany visiting Uncle Herbert, but we knew that they would be returning. This time, we knew that they would not be returning, ever.

I cried a lot. My big brother shed some tears as well, especially at the wake and at the funeral, but he was very much the stronger person. To his credit, he did not try to console me. Instead, he simply held me, rocking me, kissing the tears from my face, stroking my head lovingly. And once our relatives had finally left us, when we could finally share the same bed again, he would hold me securely throughout the night, protecting me as best as he could from my own mind.

Yet as he held me, as he tried to calm me, in the back of my mind was the concern over Julie having discovered my incestuous secret.

At least our parents’ deaths gave me the perfect reason for suddenly leaving the college. I had sent e-mails to my professors and to people in the administration informing them of the tragic news and my need to return back east to take care of things, and in their replies they all seemed to understand. The college granted me an Emergency Withdrawal, meaning that the semester’s grades would not count for me, and for that I was incredibly thankful.

But after nearly two weeks in the seemingly-empty family home tending to the issues revolving around the death of our parents, I was nearly at the end of my wits, and my big brother also clearly needed a change of scenery.

“We need a getaway,” he announced one afternoon, “and I know just where to go.”

*****

The following morning, we drove toward our favorite camping spot, parking the car and hiking up the snow-covered mountain. It had been several years since I had last been camping in the snow. But despite the cold temperature, I felt better, for I was away from the seemingly-empty house and back in a place which held much better memories for me. Yet as we trudged up the mountainside, I could hear our parents arguing in my mind:

“Camping? Now!?!” our mother challenged. “You can’t go camping now. Girls don’t do things karaman escort like that!!!”

“She’ll be just fine,” our father countered. “Victor’s a pro at winter camping after so many years in Boy Scouts. So long as Vicki doesn’t mind seeing some yellow snow, she won’t have anything to worry about.”

“Are you okay?” my big brother asked, squeezing my hand.

I nodded and tried to smile for him, but I probably made a feeble effort at it. I felt a little of his inner strength flow from him into me, up my arm and directly to my brain. It helped, at least temporarily, and we trudged along the blazed trail toward our special spot, the location which held such wonderful and fulfilling memories for us both.

*****

That night, I straddled a log beside the fire, a thick wool blanket wrapped around me. The snow fell softly, a big white flake occasionally landing upon my exposed face. I gazed into the dancing flames as my big brother held me from his position behind me on the log.

“Do you remember the first time we came here?” he asked me.

I nodded, instantly remembering that hike as teenagers, hearing the stream and venturing off the trail to find this small clearing and the natural shallow pool at the bend of the stream. Neither of us had brought any swimwear, but, knowing that nothing would happen between us, we both stripped down to our underwear and jumped into the water, enjoying the coolness on such a hot summer day. If I had been told then that a few years later, my big brother would be seeing me wearing even less on a regular basis, I definitely would not have believed it.

“Aren’t you cold?” I asked, feeling him tremble slightly behind me.

“A little,” he admitted, not even trying to be cool and give me a white lie.

“Go on to bed,” I told him. “I’ll be okay. I’ll put out the fire and join you soon.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“Okay.” He gave me a gentle squeeze and kissed my cheek before retiring to the tent.

I sat there for a long time, watching the flames slowly burn lower, watching the snowfall slowly thicken. The forecast had been for three inches of snow to fall overnight, meaning that the tent would indeed be covered with white come daybreak.

Being away from the family home, sitting alone on a mountainside and staring into dancing flames as virgin snow fell upon me, it somehow brought me peace for the first time in weeks.

Just as I was about to put out the fire, I saw my mother standing just beyond the flames, my father behind her with his arms around her waist, and they both smiled upon me.

I blinked, and they were gone. Inexplicably, they had been there, yet they had vanished just as quickly. But, somehow, I knew: They had died instantly, without pain, and – equally important to me – they both knew of my illicit relationship and they both approved.

When I slipped into the sleeping bag with my big brother, he accepted me into his arms and kissed my forehead. “You seem more at peace now,” he commented.

“I am,” I acknowledged. “They approve.”

“I know.” He hugged me close. “Dad and I spoke about it once, before Mom told you about her and her brother. He cautioned me to be careful, but his main concern was that we both be happy, even if that meant a relationship with each other.”

“Did he know you were making love to me almost daily?”

“I didn’t tell him that, but I think he somehow knew it.”

Because it was cold, we were not kırıkkale escort naked in the sleeping bag, but that did not stop my big brother from punctuating his last statement by stroking my chest. For the first time since I could remember, I genuinely smiled, shuddering from his touch.

Once we were both warm, we reached for the clothes we would wear in the morning, chilling us both so that our teeth clattered together but certainly a necessity so that we would not need to deal with cold clothing in the morning. And as we slowly warmed again, we touched, we kissed, we hugged, our hearts warming along with our bodies, and as we warmed, sleep began to overcome us so that, with the exception of the temperature and the location, we could very well have been back in one of our beds in Berkeley, back in our haven of love.

*****

In the morning, as we descended the mountain hand-in-hand, I definitely felt better. That this had been the location where I saw our parents one final time had truly put my soul at ease.

The biggest test, however, was returning to the family home. To my surprise and relief, I had no issue returning home. Our parents approved of the forbidden relationship, and I knew that they looked down upon us and gave us their blessing.

I wondered if they watched us that evening, as before the glowing fireplace, my big brother made love to me, ultimately giving me my first climax in weeks, an orgasm so sweet that I cried joyously as I clutched him to me, bathing him with my love and causing him to fill me with his devotion.

*****

I stood in the doorway of our parents’ bedroom and sighed sadly. For a Sunday morning, they should have been there, still asleep, but they were gone. Yet as my big brother stood behind me with his hands upon my shoulders, I felt better about the future, a future without our parents. Granted, the children are destined to bury the parents, but to lose our parents so soon, to be so young ourselves and truly on our own, it brought reality home.

“I guess we are now officially the man and woman of the house,” my big brother commented quietly, his hands slipping off my shoulders and down my arms.

“Are you saying that we should move into here?” I queried. “It would certainly be odd.”

“Perhaps,” he acknowledged, his arms wrapping around me. “But that assumes that we’ll keep the house. Granted, the house is paid in full, but we don’t need both this house and the one we just bought off Solano.”

I nodded, leaning back into him, feeling protected, cherished, loved. My eyes still lingered upon the bed, forever empty.

“What if we were to go somewhere else?” I offered. “What if we sold both houses and left the Bay Area and moved somewhere completely new to us both?”

“Where would we go? Somewhere in the mountains? the desert? farm country? oceanside? a major city?”

“It needs to be somewhere where we can continue taking classes, even if we’re just marking time for a few years.”

I felt him nod against the side of my head. Stroking his forearms, I was conflicted between the love for my big brother and the loss of our parents, between the love for my big brother and the discovery of our relationship.

“Let’s sell the new house,” he said. “I’m sure it will sell quickly, certainly by the time the lease on the rented house is up. And if necessary, we can always move back here for a while before we finally settle down somewhere else, if that’s what we’re going kırklareli escort to do.”

I turned around in my big brother’s grasp and held him tightly. Psychologically, it would be easy to sell the new house, since we had never actually lived there – I had only been in it once, on the night of Valentine’s Day. As for the family home, however…

“Let’s stay here, at least for now,” I said. “But this bed definitely has to go, especially if we’ll ultimately turn this into our bedroom.”

“Okay.” He kissed the top of my head, and I felt entirely at peace, for our love had begun in the family home, so it seemed only fitting that we live in the family home.

*****

Regina sat beside me on the sofa, holding my hands. I had just told her about why I had not been at the video store for several weeks, about the death of our parents, and Julie’s discovery.

“So you and Victor are heading back east,” she said, the sadness evident in her vouce. “I’ll miss you both. I know we haven’t played much, but it has always been fun.”

I could only nod, my expression somber.

“I think you’ll sell the new house rather quickly. It’s in a good neighborhood, yet not too far from a BART station and just off Solano.”

I tried to smile, but it was difficult. Regina took me into her arms, hugging me close and kissing my neck.

*****

Everything that had not been donated to charities or to thrift stores was packed into the U-Haul. My big brother would drive the truck while I drove the Eclipse in a weeklong cross-country journey back to the family home, back to where our illicit relationship had begun.

Yet, there was one last thing we wanted to do in the rented house, one last thing we needed to do.

My hands upon his chest, I rode my big brother slowly. Our breathing filled what had been the basement dungeon, our clothes strewn haphazardly around us upon the floor.

“My sweet baby sister,” he whispered, reaching up to caress my cheek.

I was so very wet, my body filled by the forbidden phallus which I knew all too intimately for my own good. As my mind filled with the images of our love in this house in particular and in the Bay Area in general, tears began to form and they ultimately cascaded slowly down my cheeks and onto my big brother’s bare chest. As the twin sources of my love bathed him, he pulled me down onto him, holding me tightly as I stilled upon him, my body and my soul still full of him as the energy of our love enveloped us both.

My body clenched around his invading anatomy, and his arms tightened around me. Together, we whimpered as one, our twin sounds filling our ears and our hearts.

And then, somehow, I was upon my back, my ankles hooked over my big brother’s shoulders, crying joyfully as he burrowed ever deeper into my sisterly body. I cupped my breasts for him, knowing he would enjoy the vision of my presenting my twin swells to him, knowing it would inspire him.

I did not achieve a climax during our last California lovemaking, but that did not matter to me. With a primal groan of release, my big brother and Master filled me with his love, his desire, his life. I cried through it all, and was still weeping happily as he stood and dressed, gazing upon me, clearly enjoying the sight of his seed seeping from his baby sister.

At last, we stood on the front porch for the last time. In clear view of anyone in the park or in the nearby houses, we embraced, then drove to Ms. Ovni’s house to turn in the keys before embarking upon the long journey to the family home.

…to our home: the place where our forbidden relationship had begun, and the place where our fated relationship – as Master and slave, as boyfriend and girlfriend; as lovers, as siblings – would continue.

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The Whisperer Ch. 01

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Babes

Where to begin.

My name is Mark Walters. I am eighteen and for as long as I can remember, I have lusted after my 22 year-old cousin Amanda. As I’m writing this I picture her light blue eyes and her plump, curvaceous body. And those boobs, oh those big boobs, I would maul them to bits, along with her big bubble butt that jiggled entrancingly whenever I caught her in her swimsuit, or those skintight pants she sometimes wears. But what I really wanted most, was to fuck her big round ass.

Today, my parents are taking me to my cousins’ house for our monthly visit. It was hot outside, so I fully expected to see Amanda in less-than-formal attire. I practically blew my load earlier from sheer anticipation.

When we arrived, my aunt Sarah greeted me with a choking hug, mashing her gargantuan breasts against me.

“Hey, Mark! Wow, you’ve grown tall!” She patted me on the shoulder. I wish I could say I agreed with her. I was one of the shorter kids in my class, falling just short of average height for high school seniors. This lead to a lot of bullying, which, in turn lead to my lack of popularity with the girls in my school.

“Well, why don’t you go use the pool and your mom and dad and I will be out in a few minutes. Don’t forget to say hi to Amanda when you get there!”

I sighed inwardly. As if I’d forget the object of my desire, so close to me yet so far away. If only there were a way to convince Amanda that our family bond didn’t matter. But I would never be able to do that. With Amanda’s great looks and amazing body came this oppressive bitchy attitude. When I was younger, she made it a point to boss me around and make me do all her chores whenever she had to babysit me, and if I snapped back at her she would make up whatever sad story she wanted to my parents, and I’d end up grounded for a month.

I slowly walked outside, careful to hide any semblance of the erection that slowly formed beneath my bathing suit. I cleared the screen door to the pool yard and there she was. Amanda. In all her voluptuous, spectacular glory, lying delicately on one of the pool chairs.

I approached her slowly and sat down next to her, casually observing her, hoping she didn’t realize I was there.

“What’re you staring at, you little fucking pervert?” Amanda spoke softly and sneered cruelly. “How does it feel to look at something you’re never gonna get? Keep playing with that little dick of yours, ’cause no girl’s ever gonna wanna be with a loser like you.”

Anger roared within me at this point, but I held it in. I wouldn’t give her the outburst she wanted. I looked at her and said, “Thanks!”

The bitch stood up and sauntered off, probably going to her room. I savored the moment as her bikini bottom was sucked deep between those big, jiggling asscheeks as she made her way inside the house.

The rest of the day was wholly unremarkable for summer standards. I took a few dips in the pool and helped my Aunt Sarah barbeque some hamburgers and hotdogs. My parents, Aunt Sarah and I were sitting, eating at the table, discussing random family concerns, when Aunt Sarah noted Amanda’s absence from the table.

Aunt Sarah looked at me and said, “Marky, why don’t you be a dear and get Amanda down here to spend some time with us. We only get to do this once a month!”

God I hated it when she called me Marky. It made me feel like a pathetic house pet. “Sure!” I replied, and went up the wooden stairs to Amanda’s room.

I opened the solid, dark door to her room and gazed inside. The bitch was wrapped up under her comforter sleeping peacefully in the dim evening glow seeping in through the open windows.

I was about to go wake her up, when my anger resurfaced. I would give her my outburst while she slept, and although she wouldn’t hear it, it would still make me feel bahis siteleri better. I knelt down next to her head and whispered in her ear, “You are a fucking bitch. I’m nice enough to get as many girls as I want-“. Just then, Amanda began to stir. Frightened that she would wake up and see me looking at her, I shook her in her bed and told her to wake up.

Oddly, Amanda didn’t yell at me. She simply nodded as if contemplating something, “Okay. Tell my mom I’ll be right down.”

A few minutes later, the bitch made her way to the table.

“Took your friggin’ time,” I mumbled.

“Mark, that’s enough!” my Dad declared.

Amanda shook her head, “No, he’s right. I’m a fucking bitch. He’s probably nice enough to get any girl he wants.”

The fuck?

I just stared at her. Nobody spoke. My mom, the comedian at the table said, “Well, Amanda, you’re not a bitch, but you can definitely bitch.”

All of us laughed, except Amanda, who was uncharacteristically calm throughout the remainder of the evening.

On the way home, I kept thinking back on what I whispered to Amanda and her apparent response, and my mind was teeming with questions. Had I controlled her somehow? Could I make people do or say things by whispering to them while they were asleep? Did I have to whisper? Too many baseless questions for one night and I was tired. I would test my theories tomorrow. For now I was content with a long sleep filled with dazzling new dreams just ready to brighten my evening. But I didn’t dream, and it felt like only a few seconds passed before I woke up the next morning.

I woke to the sound of birds chirping through the clamor of distant lawnmowers battling endlessly against nature for the control of their yards. I groaned as I hoisted myself off my bed and made my way downstairs. I called for my parents. No answer. The house was empty. Mom and Dad must’ve already gone to work.

A slow movement registered in my peripheral vision and I looked out the window. There she was. Mrs. Heather Richardson. Normally, I wouldn’t find pregnant women attractive, but Heather was a vision. Pure blonde hair cascaded down past her chubby facial cheeks and her deep blue eyes, resting calmly on her shoulders. Her plump, curvy ass fit nicely those sweatpants she always wears when she’s walking past my house on a weekday morning. What really made her a vision though, were her enormous tits. They had to be at least EE cup. I loved watching her tits sway and jiggle when she walked. A few times, she caught me staring at her, and gave me angry looks every time she did, but if I was going to test out my new theoretical powers on someone, I would love to test them out on her. And I had all fucking day.

I put on some clothes and started following Heather’s usual route throughout the neighborhood. I considered dosing her with sleeping pills, but I didn’t want to risk harming her baby, so I dropped the idea. I would memorize her schedule and figure out when and where she slept, and when she was alone. I jogged along her route until I caught sight of Heather strolling into her driveway and entering her back yard. Quietly, I followed her and watched her sit on a lawn chair and close her eyes. A voice in my head told me I should wait, but I stood up and walked toward Heather’s sleeping body. Then I stepped on a twig.

A low snap sounded throughout the yard. Heather sat up and yelled, “Who’s there?”

I quickly crouched behind her back porch.

I heard her stand up and start walking, “Hello?”

I placed my hands over my eyes and prayed for a miracle.

As if it were a monumental effort by the universe, a large deer galloped through Mrs. Richardson’s yard and hopped over the fence on the other side.

Satisfied, Heather returned to her lawn chair and was soon canlı bahis siteleri fast asleep. I waited a few minutes this time and quietly walked over to Heather’s sleeping form and knelt so my mount was mere inches from her right ear.

“Heather,” I whispered, “when you wake up, you will find the boy calling to you extremely attractive. You cannot resist doing anything and everything to pleasure him, including all forms of sex. You will never find anyone else attractive.”

I thought I was going a little far with that last command, but I wanted to see how far I could take my newfound gift.

I calmly exited the yard and began calling to Heather, “Hello, is this the Richardson residence? Hello?”

I heard her groan as she woke up and walked towards me.

When she finally came into view, I made a monumental effort not to stare at her tits, and kept my gaze at her blue housewife’s eyes.

I asked her again “Is this the Richardson residence?”

She batted her eyes and said, “Sure, but you can call me Heather,” she moaned, “Oh, you can call me whatever you want. I feel like I just want to make you happy.”

Holy fuck, was it this easy?

I was struck by the sheer surrealism of the moment and I stammered, “U-um, what e-exactly would you be willing to do to make me happy?”

Heather rocked her head back and lightly rubbed her massive boobs. “Mmmm… Anything…” She brought her left hand to her mouth and began sucking her middle finger, making obscene slurping noises. I swear to god my erection was so sudden it tore a fucking hole in my shorts.

“Take off your shirt!” I ordered, suddenly confident in my control over Mrs. Richardson, err… Heather.

“Mmmm,” Heather moaned and pulled her light pink blouse off; revealing her enlarged, pregnant belly and her enormous breast. Light pink areolas stared obediently outward at me. It was right then that I realized I could have this woman as my sex slave if I wanted. The thought of that sent a shiver down my spine.

“Get down on your knees,” I commanded, “take out my cock.”

Without hesitation, the busty stuck-up pregnant suburban wife got down on her knees and unbuttoned my pants, sliding them down with great ease. She reached into my boxers and pulled out my fat dick and her crystal eyes which had never so much as given me a second glance now begged for my next command.

“Lick it,” I whispered, almost imperceptibly, “worship my dick.”

And she did. Heather moaned obediently and stuck her pink tongue to graze the tip of my cockhead.

“Look at me while you lick it.”

Heather Richardson tilted her head upward to look up at me as she traced her tongue down the shaft of my cock and settled at my balls, taking turns licking each testicle.

“Suck them. Keep my balls warm in your mouth. Your mouth was made to service my cock. Don’t stop until I tell you to.”

“Mmmm… Serve. Cock. Oh….” Heather moaned through my testicles as her body convulsed in orgasm.

“Oh Heather,” I mocked, “did you just orgasm from sucking my balls in your fat bitching mouth?”

Heather nodded profusely, answering with various slurps and moans. I realized I hadn’t told her to stop sucking my balls yet.

“You can stop sucking my balls now,” I told her.

She hesitantly dislodged her mouth from my balls with an audible pop and looked at me with a hint of disappointment gleaming in her hopeless eyes. Standing there, in this rich housewife’s backyard, I decided to find out just how hopeless she was.

“If I never told you to stop sucking my ballsack would you have kept your mouth there all day?”

Heather looked up at me again, “I would keep your balls in my fat bitch mouth until the end of time.”

“Even if it meant death by dehydration and güvenilir bahis starvation?” I pushed.

“I would die of dehydration and starvation before I would even think about letting those balls out of my mouth without your say-so. As for the dehydration, however, I could always drink your cum and pee if you allowed it,” Heather smiled proudly, as if she had reached the epitome of her deepest, darkest desires, only I had made sure those desires included only her need to service me. I smiled inwardly at the woman who never so much as said “hi” or “hello” to me as we walked past one another on a summer weekday. Oh, how things had changed.

“Do you know what that makes you, Heather, that you’re willing to obey any of my commands, regardless of the consequences?”

“No,” she answered, disappointed that she was unable to provide me with an answer.

“That makes you my obedient slave, Heather.”

“I am your slave.”

“And what does that make me, Heather?”

“You are my owner, sir. My master.”

“That’s right,” I rewarded her with a squeeze of her fantastic breasts, “and from now on you’ll call me Master or sir, but only when we’re alone. You are not, under any circumstance except for under my permission, to tell anyone that you are my slave, but you will always know deep down that you are mine, and in every waking moment of your life you will need and want nothing more than to obey my every wish and command.”

“Yes, Master!” she cheered, “My mind, body, and soul all belong to you. I just love this feeling of you owning all of me! Tame me, Master, please, I’m begging you, let me live as your doormat, your footrest, your pillow, your maid, your cook, your slut, your pet, your toy, your pregnant whore, your fuckslave. I’ll be and do anything for you!” Heather moaned and slid her right hand into her pants and began to rub her pussy. She brought her hand out of her wet pants and started finger-fucking her mouth, gagging as she sucked her pussy juices down her obedient throat.

I marveled at how a few simple words to her had sent her down her delicious road to sexual slavery. I decided it was time to make her truly mine.

“Stand up, bitch,” I ordered savoring the ferocity of which she quickly obeyed my command, “take those fucking pants and panties off, bend over the nearest pool chair, and stick your ass in the air. Now!”

“Yes, Master!” Heather yelped as she turned and struggled to get her pants off at speeds I had previously thought beyond human ability. I savored the moment as Heather pulled her pulled her panties down and stepped out of her clothes, and bent over. Her large bubble butt jiggled as she swayed back and forth, enticing me to take what was mine.

I walked up behind her and rubbed my cock on her bare pussy and rubbed the tiny nub of her asshole with my thumb. I heard her moan and clench that back hole around my finger, sucking it inside her bowels. Maybe next time I’d make her beg me to fuck her up the ass make her my anal whore. I continued to rub my dick on the outside of her pussy, savoring every moan of frustration that escaped from Heather’s lips.

“Beg for it, slave!” I commanded.

“Please Master, Oh! Pleaaase. Fuck my tight pregnant pussy. Make me yours. Shove that fat dick all the way in my unworthy cunt, please! Cum inside my pussy and mark it as your territory!”

I shoved my dick inside her pussy, watching with delight as her fat asscheeks jiggled with every thrust inside her womanhood. For the next hour I kept fucking her, pulling out at regular intervals just so I could hear the bitch beg for it again. By the time her husband came back to the house, I had already came inside her delicious tight pussy and had her kneel at my feet and kiss my shoes, worshiping me as her lover, her owner, her controller, her master.

I walked home, savoring the taste of my the best day of my life. I had a slave at my beck and call, who I would make sure would soon live with me full-time, but there was still something missing. Somewhere beyond the dark scope of my home town, my delicious cousin Amanda lay sleeping.

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Mom’s Computer

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Black Dress

After high school graduation I got a job at Ted’s computer store. I’m just a stock clerk in shipping and receiving but Mom thinks I know every thing about computers. I have my computer set up in the basement. I’m learning but it takes time.

After supper one evening Mom asked if I could set up a computer in her bedroom. She has up until now not shown much interest in getting on line. However her best friend Sadie has a new computer and Sadie talked Mom into thinking she also needed one. I talked to Ted and explained what her needs were and he sold me a good one that had been repaired but the customer had never come back to pay for it.

So early Sunday morning I was setting up Mom’s new used computer in her bedroom. I had high speed on my computer in the basement so I got a router and since Mom’s has wireless capabilities I thought this was the easiest way to go.

I did not plan ahead for what followed but as it worked out the computer was sitting on a table facing the bathroom door. Mom’s computer had video calling and voice that as it turned out I could activate from my computer.

I showed Mom how to sign on and she got a Yahoo address and an email name.

We laughed as we worked on getting her a name. I jokingly suggested a few sexy names which she rejected sternly yet she laughed at some I proposed. and finely settled on “Mommy’s now turned on -3” seems this was a popular

name. I had forgotten the video link and did not tell her how it works.

About a month later she came down to my basement computer room and said she had a problem and did not know what she had done wrong and asked me to look at it.

Mom said she was going out to meet her friend Sadie and I told her I would look at her computer and try to have it up and running before she got home. When ever that might be? She was going out more lately.

I’m no master mind so it took me a while to reset her computer. I was checking it out when I came across some emails she had written to Sadie and Sadie’s replies. I was somewhat surprised by the subject matter. Seems these two had been writing to a few single guys on line and had even agreed to meet a few. I had noticed Mom was getting out more and I thought this was just normal since Dad had been gone for over two years now and of course Sadie had never been married and she is one sexy lady. I had noticed this too.

Then I got into her singles web site and found a few e-mails from guys. Mom had exchanged a few pictures and this one guy was hot to meet my mother. He openly told her she was so hot and he wanted to get to see her up close and personal.

It did not take a genius to figure out what he had on his mind. He asked Mom to send a few sexy photos in bra and panties. Her reply was that she had to get her girl friend with a digital camera to take them for her. But she had agreed to do it. This was a big surprise and I had to stop and think about it. I went into the document file and sure enough there were a dozen pictures in what was labeled “Private Pics”

Sadie had taken a dozen or more and then put them on Mom’s computer and here I was looking at semi naked pictures of my mother. She was kind of sexy, hell she was very sexy. Not only was my mother a very attractive lady, with long dark hair and big blue eyes but she had a nice pair of knockers and a broad ass but not too much so that is took away from her over all attractiveness. I looked at every picture and then sent a copy of the file to my computer in the basement. I also set it up so I could get into her computer any time and see what she was doing.

As I was flipping through the files I happened upon the Skype drive with video and voice. I had to run down to my computer a few times to get it working by remote control from my computer but finely I could turn on her video feed and see what was going on in her bedroom. Not a nice thing to do to ones mother but some how it got me excited thinking of seeing into my Moms’ bedroom and even reading her E-mails. I’m nineteen and always horny yet I did not have a girlfriend and I was not getting laid every week. Hell I was not getting laid every month. There was a girl that had worked at the store for a short time that I was lucky enough to screw a few times before she was fired.

I was taking a couple of course at the Jr. College and I was getting a few hours over time on the Loading Dock so I really did not have a lot of time to fool around. So getting a peak at my mother in the buff or nearly so was kind of a thrill. I was not into jerking off or any of that crap, well not so far anyway. Over the next week I talked to one of the younger guys on the floor and he explained how I could get a copy send to me of every e-mail Mom wrote of course I did not tell him it was my mother’s mail I was hacking into. But he really did not seem to care anyway.

One night I was in my den in the basement and Mom was up stairs on her computer when I happed to think about the video feed. I had canlı bahis not kept up with the e-mails she was writing either so I checked and sure enough my mother was getting pretty bold in her language and very suggestive. She had even IM Sadie and used the word “Fuck.” a few times. There was also a suggestion that one of her male cyber guys was into cyber sex and wanted to have a hot chat with her. Mom was asking Sadie if she had to use dirty words if she did this cyber sex thing. Sadie had come back and told Mom she would get a kick out of it and after all it was only words over the internet.

I could see her sitting at her computer just typing away and almost at fast as she typed it all popped up on my screen as an E-mail even though it was IM’s between her and some guy named Zipper.

Zipper said “Angie my love the only real way to get into this Cyber sex talk chat is get naked and play with your cunt. Finger your fucking pussy as we chat.

I’m naked and playing with my cock. If you would like to see my cock I’ll take a picture and send it to you. I don’t want to get in trouble so you’ll have to ask for a picture before I send it Okay. I’d love to see a picture of you beautiful bare ass. I liked the picture Sadie took of your behind with your panties on. You’ve got a great ass. Can I ask if it virgin of have you had a cock up between those sweet cheeks.”

I was thinking “holy fuck is this guy talking to my mother?”

It took a second for Mom to reply but then she started typing. “Zipper, you’re so bad. I’m not naked and I’m not playing with my self. Masturbation if you will. But this is the first time I’ve ever done this so I don’t know the rules. Are you really naked? If you really are send me a picture to prove it. Then maybe I get naked too. But I have to know you are too.”

I had to almost laugh at the way Mom ask for a picture of this guys cock with out saying she wanted to see it. A second later her computer clicked and it told her she had mail.

I was impress this guy had a boner of fair size with a big nod of the end. I wondered it Mom was thinking of how it might feel. I was not sure where she might like it as she had not answered his question about anal sex. I liked anal sex and love to watch my cock disappear up an ass next to a pussy I had been fucking. But I did not want to let my mind run away with this show and tell. So I read the words and waited for the action be begin.

Mother wrote “That is lovely cock if I’ve ever seen one. So you really are naked. Well fair is fair. I’m taking off my bra. There now my breasts are free of any restraints. Okay, hold on while I take my panties off. There now I’m a naked as you are Zipper.”

Zipper wrote “Can you send me a picture?”

Mom said “I don’t have a digital camera. My girl friend takes all my pictures and puts them on my computer so I can send them later. Sorry.”

Zipper; “Would you have her take a few so I can see the pussy and ass I’m going to fuck the next time I get over there. I’d love to see your fucking ass. I’ve always been an ass man. A good solid ass is what every woman should have. None of those skinny ass like the girls at Hooters.”

I was fiddling with the program that turned on the Video camera in Moms’ camera. A flicker and then there she was in all her splendid nakedness. The lid of her Lap top was tilted so all I could see were her tits. She was sitting to close for me to see her face and her crotch was below the level of the table. But I had a great look at her tits. They were kind of pointed with long nipples and a small darker area around the nipples. Pretty tits I had to agree.

Zipper said “Angie my love do you like to suck cock? I love to lick a hot wet pussy before I fuck it.”

Mom wrote and I felt maybe she was blushing.

“Zipper you bad boy. How you talk. I only going to answer that question because I can not see you. Other wise I would be too embarrassed. I’ve had oral sex a few times in my life and it was not unpleasant. So I could you say I liked it.”

Zipper asked “Had you sucked a few cock before you got married. I had fucked a lot of girls before I married. My first fuck and suck was with a cousin. She was older and taught me a lot. My second fuck was a much older lady. She was great too and she loved me to fuck her in the ass and that is way I love a good ass fuck after a good pussy fuck.”

Mom’s response was “I sucked my first cock when I was eighteen and I was not married until I was twenty two. So yes there were a few cocks that unloaded in my mouth before I got marred. And to answer you question I had a few cock in my ass before I got marred too. I suppose you could say I liked that too. Zipper I’ve always liked good sex. When I started to have sex I love jerk my boyfriend off and watch his cock shot off. Then I’d suck the last of his cum. He often said I was the best cocksucker in town.”

Zipper wrote I’m jerking off and I’d love to see you with your cock kaçak iddaa sucking mouth open waiting for my semen.”

Mom wrote “Zipper; I’m masturbating and I ready to climax too. I got to go. Bye” Mom singed off and jump up from the computer and ran to the bathroom. The camera was still on and sure enough she was naked and she had a hand between her legs as she turned to sit on the toilet. I could only see her right hip once she was seated. But I was so excited I had to go jerk of too.

I let cum fly free and splatter on the floor and I thought “There Mom is a load for you to suck.”

I went up stairs and was going to my room when I paused to listen at Mom’s bedroom door. I thought I heard her moaning. I eased the door open a crack and there she was on her bed with a vibrator jammed up her pussy and she was squealing like a little piglet sucking tit.

I opened the door and walked in. Mom had her eyes closed so I stood next to the bed and dropped my jeans to the floor. I was not about to let this opportunity pass me by. If Mom opened her eyes and got all mad I just say I heard her moaning and thought she was hurt so I came in. I’m a healthy normal guy so I started to join in. If she is as hot as I think she might be maybe just maybe she’ll see this can be a joyous thing for us both. I was ready to fuck my own mother and I hoped she was ready to get fucked.

Mom stopped working the vibrator in and out or her pussy and opened her eyes. She blinked, looked at me jerking on my cock. Blinked again and let her eyes roll back in her head. She turned beet red and let the vibrator drop out on the bed. She brought an arm up to cover her eyes and face and the other hand covered her pussy.

I moved in close and let the tip of my cock poke at her shoulder. I placed a hand over the one covering her pussy.

With my other hand I kind of nudged her head toward my cock. She did not resist the prodding and rolled up on her side facing this side of the bed.

There was no doubt what I had in mind for her to do and she understood this very well. However once I felt she was not going to start screaming at me. I got on the bed next to her and hugged her naked body to my naked body. I did not move I just held her and let her think and make up her own mind what was going to happen from here on. My hard on was firmly planted between her thighs. I did not move and neither did she for a long time.

Then ever so slowly she wiggled a hand down between us gripping my cock. I rolled up on my side more and leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. I cupped a breast and tweaked the nipple. She shivered tightening her grip on my cock. I had never had a feeling of so much pleasure in my life. My mother’s touch was so exciting and erotic I was aroused to the point where I was nearly ready to cum. She must have felt it too. Because as I rose up to move over her she spread her legs and pulled her knees up. I was between her legs. I wiggled and felt the tip of my cock make contact with her wet pussy. I pushed. In an inch. I wiggled again and pushed again. I was in another few inches. Mom moaned. I moaned pushing again. She lifted her hips and I was in, in all the way. Her pussy was hot wet and very slippery. I worked in and out a few times getting the feel of her and fixing my knees so I was able to control my rhythm.

I pushed in all the way and paused. She moaned and opened her eyes, she smiled and closed them again but now she was not blushing. Not at all.

I was so aware of every little movement and every little touch of her inner walls.

I could feel every inch of her pussy around my cock and along the full length. It was as if I was made for this pussy. I had been born from this sweetest of pussies and now I was trying my best to get back into it. Ironic maybe but I knew Mother was feeling the same wonderful thrill of loving her son in such a way as few mothers ever do. Or so I thought at the time.

I was moving slowly savoring every moment of it, every feeling of us rubbing together every wave of the strongest love I would ever feel in my entire life.

The idea of this being incest never entered my mind. I was making love to a beautiful woman who just happened to be the woman that gave me life.

At some point I started to drive into her faster and pushing deeper wanting to make this the best loving she ever had. I arched my back and pounded faster. I heard her make wild animal noises and lift her hips off the bed coming up to meet me. We were fucking pure and simple and I mean really fucking like a couple of wild animal.

Mom screamed and lifted my one hundred and sixty pounds off the bed. I slammed down into her driving her broad ass back down into the mattress. She cried out and I lifted my face toward the ceiling and howled right along with her. We shook, shivered and crashed into a death like stillness.

I roll off her and we rested without words. Finely I got up left the room.

It was kaçak bahis still early evening so after a shower and shave I slipped on a pair of cotton running shorts and went down stairs. Mom’s door was closed as I passed by so to let her know I was up and about I turned on the TV.

I was not really watching TV but thinking about what had happened. How I had invaded my Mother’s privacy and then took advantage of her situation. I was not all that ashamed of my actions as I was once more getting aroused thinking about my mother’s eagerness to allow me to climb into her bed. I was also thinking about what we might do if and when it happened again. I wanted to watch her suck my cock long deep into her mouth. I thought about fucking her broad ass and filling her as full of semen. That thought alone get me so hard my cock hurt.

“Mark” I turned to see Mom standing in the hallway dressed in a night gown with a thin silk robe over that. She was sparking, her eyes were bright, her smile was that of a giddy girl that had just been laid for he first time. Her hair was pulled back and wet from her shower. I stood and it was evident I had a massive erection. The soft cotton shorts stood out in front a good six inches. I smiled, hunched my shoulders as if to say “What did you expect?”

Mom said “I’m going to have a drink would like one?”

I said I would and moved to the sun room where she keeps her booze and there is a bar along the side wall. The French doors were already open so we could see out to the pool. The moon was high and it was a perfect night for a drink out on the patio.

I sipped my beer and watched mother walk slowly ahead of me out taking a seat on a lounge by the pool. I stood in the shade a tall tree from next door watching mother look around as if she had never seen this patio before. I had a strange feeling that this was the first day of a new life. Or as some say this is the first day of the rest of my life. I think mother may have felt the same way.

She looked up at me and said “Why.”

I said “I don’t have the answer to that. Why is less important than “What now?”

She said “Okay, tell me what now.”

“This has to be a two way street. I can not travel it alone. I’ve had a taste of the sweetest honey on the planet and I want more. However I will not take it. I want it to be given freely before I’ll accept it.” I said slowly and with hunger and desire in my voice.

“Mark darling I’m so confused. These past few weeks I’ve … well I taken on a new persona of sorts. Sadie got my into this singles group that is very open about what they want to do to each other. Sexually that is. I’ve never been that way. But it took over my life and I’ve been writing some crazy stuff and agreeing to some very strange ways of enjoying sex with total strangers. Not that I did, it’s been all this cyber space thing. I’ve gotten my all mixed up and I’ve been so horny and needful because of it. When you found me masturbating I let my emotions take over and you know the results.”

I moved to her side kneeling down kissing her on the cheek. “Mom seeing you masturbating drove me wild. I wanted you so much. I just went nuts. But afterwards I realized how wonderful it was and how much I love you not only as my mother but as a sexy beautiful woman. Feeling me in you was the most wonderful sensation I’ve ever felt and I know that has to be more than a son’s love for his mother. I will admit I tasted lust. I had all kinds of deep dark things filling my head as I slipped into your bed. I wanted to scream and talk dirty. I don’t know why I just wanted to tell you how much I wanted to fuck you. I wanted to watch you suck my cock and I had a flash of me fucking you doggie style with my cock in your ass. I had all kinds of crazy things running through my head and they are still there. I want you again. I’m sorry but I cannot help myself. But it’s up to you what we do here and now and in the days, weeks and years still to be lived.”

Mom dropped her head and started to cry softly. I put an arm around her and hugged her to me. I managed to tilt her face up and I kissed her full on the mouth. Not a motherly kiss but a real kiss with passion. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and she opened her lips allowing me to enter. I captured a breast in my hand and crushed the nipple between my fingers. She opened her mouth wider inviting me inside. I pulled away standing and dropping my cotton shorts all in one motion.

My cock was erect and proudly showing off for her. She turned and sat up straight pulling me close. She did not flinch of hesitate to take my cock into her mouth. It felt as natural and did fucking her.

She loved what she was doing and I wanted to fill her mouth with my semen so she could learn the taste of me. I accepted her dearest affections for a few more minutes then I pushed her back on the lounge spread her legs and quickly lifted her hem up around her waist as I pushed my head between her legs. I heard her take in a great gulp of air as I run my tongue along the wet hot lips of her pussy. I loved the feeling of her straining to not move away or to give in too quickly. But she moaned and grabbed my head pulling it into her wetness so tight I could not get my breath.

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