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I am one of those women who are designated by others as being “pleasingly plump.” I have just passed my twentieth birthday, my name is Allison Porter, and I live in Destin, Florida. My parents are normal, wonderful people who live in Texas and who I thought to be the dumbest inhabitants of the planet until I had an opportunity to get out in the world and discover what real flakes and nuts are like.

Early on, that being the seventh grade, I had to face the fact that genes had more impact on my appearance than anything else. At that stage in life no matter how attractive anyone is, all your friends grab that one thing that’s odd or different about you and play on it till they drive you away or make you crack. Mine was being heavier or ‘plump.’

Well, I didn’t break under peer pressure. As I stare at myself in the mirror I see a young woman five feet and seven inches tall, weighing around 150 pounds, with short, curly black hair and living inside what they call an hourglass figure. Once I hated this body; now I love it. I’m not really fat anywhere, just nice and…well…plump. My arms are full but not pudgy, my hips are broad and sexy, and my legs are big but again, not outsized. My thighs are pretty, firm, and my calves are curved and shapely, coordinated with the rest of my body. You could say that I’ve got really powerful legs.

I really have fun with my breasts. I’m what they call a BBW, a big-breasted woman. Yeah…I love ’em, too! My boobs don’t stand out high on my chest like I once wished they did. They’re big and heavy and full; I’ve got pretty cleavage because my boobs are close together, but they round out to the side so that they touch my arms. My nipples are large and very dark brown. Details? Okay, my bra size is a 34EE. Happy now?

Guess I’m a little bit odd, too, since I have facial hair that starts its growth about halfway between my mouth and my ears and grows longer until it pretty much covers my ears. I really enjoy it. It creates a different and intriguing appearance to my face. And you might as well know, too, that about three years ago I started letting the hair grow under my arms. Just wanted to see what it looked and felt like.

I’m glad I did. It feels and looks so sexy to me. It’s long and dark black and heavy like the fur on my face, and since I have good posture it shows in front of my arms when I wear sleeveless blouses and sweaters. I did have trouble in high school, but I just covered it whenever possible. I had an okay dating schedule, and there were some boys who liked it. When I went out with them on dates I let them play with it…and with other things. Who would ever have thought that would make my dates happy? The underarm foliage, I mean. Still, I thought I resembled a hog and whatever enjoyment I could have had during those years…well, I had conned myself out of it.

Yes, to answer your questions ahead of time, now I look good in shorts and I wear them often. Yes, I have shaved my bush partially, sorta like a crew cut down there; the fur on my lips is short and I manicure it in the same fashion to about three inches above my pussy. And yes, I do have what my dates have called a “delicious little roll” around my middle when I wear a cut-off blouse and jeans or short shorts.

My navel has that plump look around its edges, and that gets me excited, too. Since last year when I had it pierced and a ring inserted, I usually wear a pendant there. I like the feel of the pendant swinging across my skin, and on dates I enjoy having my friends play with it if they want to.

But this is out of order. Here I am happy and enjoying me when that’s so different from how I once was. And you don’t even know what happened.

My mother and dad understood my unhappiness and realized two things: I needed a dose of reality about myself, and that couldn’t happen around our home in Galveston. Mom had a sister, Jeannette Wilder who is about ten years younger than she at fifty. She and her husband Adrian live here in Destin, they are really neat people, and she and Dad thought that I needed to come live here. My aunt and uncle had been urging me to come visit, anyhow, so they talked and I was shipped off to Destin here.

Best thing that could have happened to me.

My aunt and uncle are not exactly your average pair of wings, if you get what I mean. I had always liked them, but when I got here I was testy and acting as if they were going to offer me up as a sacrifice to some odd sun-and-sand god.

When I arrived at the Mobile airport Jeannette was the first one I saw, and I thought I’d fall over. She wasn’t nude or anything… actually, she was wearing a sleeveless blue denim blouse and tight white jeans with black high-heel western boots. She had no bra on and had fastened only the two shirt buttons just above her belt; she had rather small breasts but her blouse kept opening and I could see her tanned curves and pretty nipples. Uncle Adrian wore a golf shirt and walking shorts, and it was obvious that he exercised bayburt escort regularly. He had a pretty body.

I was acting like I had a case of the hives, so after a few efforts to make me feel at home Adrian smiled at her, then me, and started in on my reverse training.

“‘Nette,” he said, addressing my aunt, “Allison obviously has a case of the red ass. Best thing for us to do is head on out. Allison,” he said sort of absentmindedly, “you follow along if you want to. Here’s our address if you get lost before we get to the car.”

He smiled at me as if he’d discovered a secret he could not wait to see on the 5 o’clock news. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“You oughta know, however, that taxis are very expensive here. It’s going to be cheaper if you ride with us.”

With that, he turned toward Jeannette, they giggled as if somebody’d told a joke, he stuck his hand inside her blouse and cupped her breast right there on the concourse, she kissed him, and……they walked off.

As if I was a potted plant!

I trailed along through the airport hating every second of this and absolutely certain that before I could find a way to get back home I would be dead. Life, I was certain, is that unjust.

The short version of this is that they showed me my room where I thought I’d be sentenced to serve out the coming three months of summer. Was I ever wrong, and I’m hardly ever wrong! It was a lovely room opening onto a broad deck that stepped down to a large swimming pool.

My aunt and uncle were already outside getting undressed for the afternoon. And nobody said anything to me. I was really mad. Then in a blaze of intellectual glory I realized that so far being mad had gotten me exactly nothing. I still felt rotten about myself, I still felt like an inflated turkey and they were outside having fun while I was inside having none.

I put on a pair of shorts, a tank top and flip-flops, grabbed a towel and went outside. They waved at me as if nothing had happened and they’d been expecting me.

“Come on in,” Jeannette shouted.

“Hasten, O beautiful woman,” followed Adrian.

I started thinking up twenty new and different reasons for not doing what every teenager in that part of the country would do, jump in the water. About that time my aunt who had worn a yellow halter top and hotpants untied her top and tossed it to one side. I thought she had lovely breasts but I hadn’t anticipated this. My uncle clapped and cheered. Then he pulled his tank top over his head, leaving on his jeans.

They looked at me as if they were expecting me to drop something. Like we were playing strip poker.

I did nothing. Without missing a beat my aunt pulled off her yellow hotpants and stood there naked. She had a lovely tan and it was obvious that she did it nude; she had no tan lines. She turned to my uncle and pointed.

“Okay, gorgeous man, off with your pants, or your head, or something like that!”

He laughed, unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them off. He wasn’t nude, but he wasn’t far from it, either. He was wearing a white thong made of an elastic waistband and a gold ring in front that suspended a tight, small see-through pouch. His body was beautifully smooth, devoid of any hair on his abdomen, balls and thighs. And I could see clearly his cock. He was not hardened, and that surprised me. I hated myself again because my first thought was, “O lord, yum-ymmmm-yummm!” I desperately wanted to be properly angry and instead I was getting steamy.

“All right, Allison. You’ve gotta do something, Honey,” shouted my aunt as she walked down the steps into the pool, her cute tits jiggling. I saw then that she had two nipple rings, and they were flipping around. When she bent over they fell downward. It really looked sexy. I was simultaneously pleased and mad at myself for being pleased with her pretty boobs.

This was about as much fun as a cold bath in winter, and I’d actually had several of those way back when. I kicked off my flip-flops. They refused to settle for that and stood waiting. By now I was embarrassed and even at my age I was so frustrated and miserable …I was ready to cry. My aunt knew very well what was going on and as I think back on it, she could have planned this situation. Ah, who knows? It worked.

“Allison,” said this sexy nude as she walked over to me, “I want to show you something. It may sound dumb and tacky to you at first, but humor your ageing aunt. Adrian is a handsome man, don’t you think?”

“Uh, huh,” I grunted suspiciously. Inside I thought he was a doll. I could have eaten him.

“He has very few inhibitions. So, he’s going to take off that thong-that-covers-nothing. Baby, take off your thong.”

Her husband removed his thong and I was right; he tanned nude, also. Adrian had a gorgeous cock with a pretty ball sac and he had no hair at all. He was beautifully smooth. And he was soft, not excited. If I was bartın escort a guy and had a woman like my aunt standing there naked, and I had the lovely body he did, I’d be hard as a rock. He was soft.

“Okay, Allison. You think I don’t know some things about you. One of those is that you believe you don’t look very nice. He and I are here to tell you that you are a real looker, you are a traffic-stopper, and you don’t even know it.

“I want to do an experiment, and if I’m wrong then you can laugh me off for the rest of the trip. But if I’m correct, then you and I are going to do some serious talking and take action.”

At least she was interesting. And so sexy. As I stood there I noticed how really pretty were her breasts and nipples. Her rings were loose and bounced about. Her pussy bush was a sweet puff of blonde hair above her clit hood. Her lips were smooth. Suddenly I had a desire to touch her sexually, something I’d never experienced. She walked over to me as my uncle stood there naked and sensual.

“I want you to begin taking off your clothes as I touch you, Allison. Very casually. Nothing hurried. And I want you to watch carefully my husband’s reaction. He’s not aroused now. See what happens when you undress, Baby.”

By this time my reserve was cracking. Here were two gorgeous people who wanted me to get out of my clothes. It was beginning to look like fun.

My aunt stood in front of me and whispered, “Please, trust us. I believe you’ll be quite surprised.” Then she kissed me on my mouth…and I really liked that. It caused a jet of electricity to shoot through me as if I’d stuck my finger into a power socket on the wall.

So, I started to pull off my tank top and I realized that Jeannette had moved behind me. As I raised my arms I felt her hands touching my waist, then scrambling up my body to my armpits. She very gently pulled my underarm fur as I tossed away the top. Her hands lightly skittered around to my back where she opened the hooks to my bra. I shivered with pleasure.

I glanced at my uncle and saw that when my aunt played with my underarm hair he began to harden very slightly. As he stood there smiling with his arms crossed, his lovely cock got thicker.

As I shrugged off the straps of my bra my aunt’s hands slid in onto my breasts. Oh, my, but that felt delicious! She feathered my nipples and they sprang to life; big, dark areoles, hard knobs on top of those dark circles. My entire body tingled as she fondled my breasts.

“Honey, you are so big and so beautiful. Be still and let me play for a while. And watch my husband.”

He was gorgeous. Adrian now was seriously aroused. His cock moved out before his thighs, hardening and becoming shiny as it swelled. Its tanned crown was pointed and fat, and I could easily distinguish the ridge around his cock above his hot spot. I could also see those blood vessels I always thought were so sexy on men. He stared at me and smiled gently.

“Look at your beautiful breasts, Allison. They are huge for your size and age. Your veins are barely visible around each breast, near each nipple, and they are so pretty. Think of me sucking on each one as my husband watches. Look at him swelling and hardening… so lovely and beautiful…. Allison, you are so sexy and so exciting. You have no idea how desirable you are.”

As her hands played with my breasts, and more lovingly and skillfully than any boy ever had, I thought of what she had said. She thought I was sexy and attractive.

“Jeannette, I am too heavy. People don’t like women like me.”

“Allison, there is a whole part of society out there, starting right here, who think your type of woman is gorgeous and doesn’t want anyone else. I am slender, like you think is the perfect model. But you are one of the sexiest women I know, Allison Porter. I think you are…luscious, sensual, delicious, desirable. And I am talking about those pretty rounded arms. I’m talking about your sexy hips and that flesh around your tummy that you think is fat. I call it your ‘hunger index.’ I’m talking about the smooth way your delicious boobs are firm yet somewhat pendulous and they bounce so damned wonderfully. And I’m talking about the way your shapely but plump waist widens into those lovely hips and thighs with those sexy powerful calves.

“Good heavens, girl! You would stop traffic and you don’t even know it!” She removed my shorts and my panties.

Nobody had ever talked to me like this. And all the time this naked woman was touching me, going everywhere on my body. Her hands played over my tummy, pulling my navel ring, caressing my hips and my thighs. She even knelt and caressed my calves. Then she ran her finger between the cheeks of my butt and touched my tight little hole. That was so intimate that I gasped.

I was also watching Adrian as his beautiful body responded to the more and more of me that she revealed. He stared at me with longing. I could tell. ığdır escort He wanted me, and that was a wonderful sensation for me. I was in a dream world.

He was becoming hard, hard, hard. As he stared at me his precious cock stood out before him as if it were some hard rod. He must have had seven or more inches of exquisite manhood. Could I really be this attractive, this sexy? These two adults were showing me that I had missed so much of myself.

But as I discovered very soon, they had not even begun to prove things to me.

“Allison, my husband is hard as a brick for you. You’ve watched him become aroused and not by me. By you, Dear. Let’s get in the pool for a while, then we’ll go inside.”

She and her husband each put their arm around me and we walked down the steps. Adrian brushed against me with that beautiful cock, and it felt as if I’d been lashed with a white hot poker.

When we were in the water Jeannette kissed me and shot her tongue deep into my mouth. Her saliva poured in, something I’d not experienced before. But now it was delicious, sensual and intimate like her caress of my hole a few moments before. I had to swallow quickly, and in contrast to what I might have thought of this beforehand, receiving juices from her mouth was extremely sexy to me. Her husband had one hand on my abdomen, caressing it as he tugged at my hairy armpit. Then he felt for my pussy.

I could hardly breathe. His fingers touched my clit, then entered my lips. In spite of being under water, it was obvious that I was sticky with excitement. He smiled tenderly and whispered into my ear.

“Allison, enjoy our affections. There’s lots more to come, and I mean that in two ways. I do believe my wife has designs on you.”

My aunt bent, lifted each of my breasts to her mouth and sucked my nipples as she bounced it. Her nipples were hard with excitement. Figuratively speaking, my body was as limp as a piece of spaghetti. I was so aroused, so in a fog of desire, I could not speak. This was my introduction to a lesbian experience, and I was her prisoner.

I felt the warm sun on my skin, just as Adrian whispered to me once more.

“Allison, do you have any idea how beautiful your skin is? It is perfect. Your arms and chest and hips and legs are shapely, full and smooth. Your skin is flawless. It is so creamy. Makes me hungry. You really don’t have any idea how sexy you are!”

My uncle gazed at me quizzically even as he delicately fingered my pussy. I was so hot after his remarks about my body and skin and my aunt suckling my breasts. Then he surprised me once more.

He grasped my waist and turned me to face him in the water. Given where we were standing in the pool, it was just about waist level and with little effort I could float. He told me to wrap my legs around his waist which I did. He then pressed me backward until, with my legs locked about him, Jeannette caught my arms and head, helping to suspend me in the water. Adrian parted my thighs momentarily; I was not at all prepared for what happened next.

My uncle very slowly, very deliberately entered my body, inserting that lovely golden rod into my pussy and pressing steadily until he struck my base. I cried out with joy and surprise at the exquisitely sensual feelings roaring through my body. My aunt whispered to me, “Enjoy this now, Baby. My precious man is yours.”

I simply had no words for the ecstasy I was experiencing.

“Think of my man inside you, Allison. You know he is lovely. He is so smooth that his skin feels like silk. His muscles are attractive… he is so strong. He is hard and he has inserted his cock into your wet pussy. Now he is at home inside of you. Feel him move? You are wet and sticky and excited and you’ve never experienced something erotic like this before.”

She played with my underarm fur as Adrian thrust and withdrew so tenderly, so insistently, so skillfully. My mouth seemed to be filled with a luscious sweet, thick cream though there was nothing of the sort in it. Thoughts of this man and his wife making love to me fuelled a growing fire. I had nothing with which to compare this wonder.

“Look at that lovely, smooth, hourglass-shaped body, Jeannette,” he said, taking a deep breath as a forerunner of his orgasm tickled him within.

“Look at that tanned, beautiful skin, Jeannette, those full arms with dimples at her elbows and those sexy boobs! I see rings in those big, dark nipples, don’t you, Baby?” He smiled softly at me as my aunt nodded with a look of desire all over her face.

Smooth, possessive movements between my thighs. His hands gripping my buns rather than my waist. My pussy swollen and sticky and… oh, help! Oh, heavens… here I came! I cried out, I shouted, I laughed as my body, wracked by convulsions, was possessed with electricity and responded lovingly.

I felt my pussy fill with sticky fluid. Adrian looked down at our union, then smiled once more to me and said, “You are so wet that it’s coming out into the water.”

My aunt bent to suck my nipples, already hardened to cherry size with my arousal. A second less gripping but more delicious climax overcame me. I moaned and would have thrashed about but my aunt and uncle would not allow it. I could touch nothing, could hold nothing, and this also sent my passion rocketing upward.

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WARNING: This is one of three alternate endings to the Catching Mommy saga. You can also read Catching Mommy: Olivia Wins (for the TEAM OLIVIA fans) and Catching Mommy: Win Win For All (for the kinky romantics at heart).

Note 1: A great, big, super thanks goes to MAB7991, Robert and Goamz for their dedicated copy-editing.

Note 2: Another thanks goes to Goamz86, LaRascasse and MAB7991 for plot suggestions earlier in the series.

Note 3: Lastly, a thank you to all my readers who voted, and left comments for this story so far. Part 5 is the highest rated of the series and with over 275 comments is my most commented on story. The debate of Victoria or Olivia has warmed my heart and pussy, surprised me greatly and pushed me to write an epic story that both is erotic and keeps you guessing…an erotic thriller of sorts. Part 6 disappointed some because I didn’t end the series as promised..well here is the ending (or endings if you choose to read all three) and I feel I came up with three fun, sexy and fulfilling ends to this crazy series.

Note 4: Because two of the characters are English, I will sometimes use English words like arse (for ass…it sounds so much dirtier), knickers (for panties…which also somehow sounds naughtier), shag (for fuck…I just imagine the English accent and get wet), slag (for slut…which I think sounds so much worse), snog (for kiss…which I find hard to say with a straight face), bugger (for fuck…also makes sex sound dirtier), rodgering (for arse fucking which again is nasty as hell), dogging (which is public outdoor sex), fancy (which is a way to say I like you).

Catching Up! A crash course reminder of what happened previously in the Catching Mommy series:

Part 1: A Shocking Secret: An 18-year-old English girl transplanted to Boston, Victoria, stays home sick one day and accidentally learns that her proud, dignified, lawyer Mom is a submissive lesbian to another 18-year-old girl. To make matters worse her Mom’s Mistress is none other than Victoria’s arch-enemy. (Don’t deny it, if you are a female you had one in high school too!!)

Part 2: Blackmailing a MILF: Shocked by Olivia’s attack on her mother and her disgusting attitude, Victoria decides to get revenge by blackmailing her arch-enemy’s Mother and making her a lesbian sub. (They say revenge is a dish best served sweaty and hot!!)

Part 3: Creating a Slut: Victoria announces to her Mom, she is a lesbian, as she begins to set up her Mother for the inevitable seduction. Meanwhile, her Mom begins her own plan to seduce her daughter. Lastly, Victoria continues the training of her new pet…her arch enemy’s Mother and her own mother’s Mistress.

Part 4: Daughter’s Domme: Victoria confronts her mother about her dark secret and makes her Mother her personal submissive.

Part 5: Housewife Lesbians: Victoria is betrayed by her mother; Victoria briefly weakens when confronted at school by Olivia; Victoria learns her best friend is also a submissive plaything to Olivia; after seeing her mother again dominated by her nemesis, Victoria seeks revenge by videotaping Olivia’s mother and another MILF in very compromising positions.

Part 6: Protecting Slut-Mom: Victoria forces her mother to make a choice; Victoria party crashes Olivia’s father’s birthday supper with erotic and surprising results; Olivia is briefly made speechless; a MILF sub is gangbanged at a frat house in front of many; Olivia and Victoria meet face to face both confident they can turn the other.

And now…finally… the exciting conclusion(s) of Catching Mommy: Victoria Wins.

As I drove towards my confrontation with Olivia a plan suddenly popped into my head.

I pulled over and called June, Olivia’s mother and my pet.

“Hi, slut,” I said.

“It’s almost midnight,” she said. Clearly, I had woken her up and she wasn’t pleased.

“Thanks, clock,” I quipped sarcastically. “I expect you to be ready to be picked up in ten minutes.”

“That isn’t possible,” she said.

“I wasn’t asking your opinion,” I snapped. “Be fucking ready in ten minutes or else the video goes viral.”

“And what am I to tell my husband?” she asked.

“That you have a teen Mistress and she needs her cunt licked, or that you have become a submissive play thing because of your bitch daughter,” I replied, before adding, “or you could just say that you have to go pick up Olivia from a party.”

“Fine,” she said, clearly pissed at her predicament.

“See you in ten,” I said, all sing-song, “And dress to please.”

“Fine,” she said again, although it obviously wasn’t fine.

I called a dozen of my friends, all victims of Olivia’s, or the cheerleader’s, nasty ways and told them to meet me at Becka’s. I also üsküdar escort quickly drove back home and grabbed a few of my toys.

Mom asked, now in her pajamas, “What are you going to do?”

“Get revenge,” I said, going to my room and grabbing every toy I had…and handcuffs I had bought long ago but had never used.

Coming back down the stairs, I quickly explained my plan and Mom asked, “Think it can work?”

“I hope so,” I said, the plan not really thought out much beyond the impulse it was.

“I really don’t want you to go,” she said.

“I have no choice,” I said. “You are too weak to stand up to her and thus I must.”

“But what if she gets you, too?” Mom asked.

“She won’t,” I said, confidently.

“She is not one to lose,” Mom pointed out.

“Neither am I,” I countered, kissing her on the lips before adding, “Once I am done tonight, the only Mistress you will have is me.”

“I hope so,” she said, her tone implying she was sincere.

I left her alone and headed to the Phillips’. As soon as I arrived, Lauren came out in a hurry, her heels in her hand, as she reached the car. Once in, I started driving as she said, “This thing with you and Olivia has gone far enough.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” I said. “That is where you come in.”

“How so?” she asked, as she began putting her heels on.

“I am going to confront her right now and you are going to help me put her in her place,” I said.

“What’s my role?” she asked.

“Blackmail,” I smiled ominously, my devious plan beginning to form.

We arrived at Becka’s and, as instructed, the rest of the group was waiting across the street. “Let’s go, slut.”

“Who are those people?” she asked.

“Just a few of your daughter’s enemies,” I smiled, getting out of the car and grabbing my bag.

Walking across the street, I said, “Thanks for coming, ladies.”

“Are you serious?” Tara asked. Tara was an outcast for standing up to Olivia our sophomore year, otherwise she would probably be in the cheerleader cult herself as she was drop dead gorgeous and from a wealthy, prestigious family.

“Deadly,” I said, “They say revenge is a bitch and, well, she is a bitch.”

“You brought her mother?” Skyler asked, a sweetheart who always wore pigtails. Her parents were hippies, and she was always in long dresses and sandals, although I had noticed more than once, that she always wore pantyhose, too.

“Slut, say hi to your daughter’s soon to be Mistresses,” I ordered.

“You can’t be serious?” Lauren said, looking at the mismatched group of female outcasts.

“Take off your heels, slut,” I demanded.

“This needs to end,” she repeated.

“It will tonight,” I promised, leading her to the grass and beside a van that would hide her from vehicles passing by, but not from people looking out their windows. “Now take off your fucking heels, you stupid fucking cunt.”

“Fine,” she sighed dramatically, to show the slight hint of stubborn dignity she still had left, as she reluctantly obeyed.

Her heels off, I ordered, “Fuck yourself with one of them.”

“Excuse me,” she gasped.

“On second thought double fuck yourself, one in your cunt and the other in your arse. One day you will fucking learn to obey or do you like getting punished?”

“Please, Mistress,” she begged, looking at the half dozen teenagers she didn’t know.

“Any more disobedience and I will have you knock on that door and ask if they will fuck your fat fucking arse with whatever they wish,” I threatened.

Her eyes big, finally catching on I was serious, she whispered, “Yes, Mistress,” before lifting up her dress and putting the heel in her cunt.

I said, “Tara, why don’t you assist her with the other heel.”

“Really?” she asked, her eyes going big as she and the others watched the MILF fuck herself with the heel of a shoe.

“Go ahead, the slut would love your assistance, wouldn’t you Olivia’s mother?” I asked.

“Yes, Mistress, I would love your friend’s help,” she said, as I gave her a look that said just do as you’re told.

Tara tentatively took the heel from Lauren and moved behind the MILF.

“Just shove it in,” I instructed, “The slut loves something in her arse, don’t you?”

The humiliated Lauren weakly agreed, “Yes, Mistress, I love having my ass filled.”

“You mean your arse?” I corrected, the word sounding nastier.

“Yes, Mistress, I meant I love having my arse filled,” she moaned, as she pumped the heel in her cunt.

Tara looked at me one more time before slowly pushing the heel into Lauren who whimpered as her arse got filled with the heel of the shoe.

“I expect to see both those heels pumping into our little MILF bitch,” I instructed, as Lauren stood awkwardly, on the grass looking absolutely hilarious. “Ladies and Simon, I am sick of these uppity bitches that think they run gaziemir escort the school, particularly Olivia. She treats people like commodities and now it is time to return the favor.”

“H-h-how?” asked, Eleanor, a chubby redhead with crazy curly hair and too much acne who was humiliated by Olivia because she stutters when nervous.

“A full frontal assault,” I answered. “We go in like a team and I will threaten her with social suicide.”

“Who is with her?” Skyler asked.

“Not sure, maybe a couple of her bimbo followers and obviously Becka, who I think will side with us when the opportunity arises,” I said, hoping I was right.

“Then w-w-what?” Eleanor asked, clearly uncomfortable with this whole plan.

“Then we each get revenge on the bully bitches who have made our high school lives hell and make them our bitches,” I smiled, waving the bag around, “and then we really have some fun.”

“What’s in there?” Skyler asked.

“Toys, lots of toys,” I smiled.

“For what?” Skyler confusedly asked, not catching on.

“To literally fuck the living shit out of Olivia,” I responded matter-of-factly.

“Oh my God,” Eleanor gasped.

“Y-y-you m-m-mean have s-s-s-s-sex with h-h-her?” asked the shy Skyler.

“I mean humiliate her completely in front of all of us. It is time to get back at her for all the teasing, torture and humiliation we have all endured at the hands of that bitch,” I said, just as Lauren screamed.

“Too deep,” Lauren yelled, extremely loud for the public dogging she was currently a part of.

“On your knees,” I instructed, as I opened the bag of toys and pulled out a collar and leash, as Lauren obeyed, both her heels leaving her two holes.

I walked over to Olivia’s mother and put the collar around her neck and attached the leash as well. Once on, I asked, “Does anyone want the honor of walking our pet?”

“I do,” Skyler said, walking over to me and taking the leash rather eagerly, considering she was the shy one. Before bending down and saying, her tone all playful like she was talking to a real puppy, “Aaaaaah, does puppy need to go for a walk?”

“Y-y-yes,” Lauren stuttered, her humiliation burning right through her.

“So ladies, this is our time,” I said, feeling like I was making some inspiring speech that would change the world like a nerd-liberation-Ghandi. “Stand tall, don’t back down and do as I say.”

“I’m still unsure of the plan?” Eleanor said.

“Confront her, and turn her into the grovelling bitch she is, through blackmail and sheer force of numbers,” I explained.

“And I get to fuck her?” Simon asked, a Star Wars fanatic who only wore Star Wars clothing and quoted the movies all the time.

“You can put your light sabre in any of her three holes you wish,” I smiled.

“Sweet,” Simon said, grinning from ear to ear.

“May the force be in her,” I quipped, giggling to myself.

“Lead the way, Skyler,” I said, my confidence bubbling over. “It’s time.”

Just as we were about to cross the street, a car drove by, slowing down and getting a good look at a group of teenagers with a pet MILF. I waved as the older gentleman drove by before we crossed the street, led by our MILF pet crawling on all fours.

Finally, reaching the door, I stopped and threatened Lauren. “If you don’t obey every fucking order inside or try to prevent our revenge on your bitch daughter, the video of you and June dyking out goes viral.”

“Yes, Mistress,” she nodded.

I patted her head before I walked right in, having been at Becka’s many times before.

“Bitch, we are here,” I called out, grabbing the leash and leading Olivia’s mother to her.

“Come on…what the fuck,” Olivia said, as she saw her mother, on all fours with a collar around her neck and being led by a leash.

Entering the room, I saw it was only Olivia, Katrina, Angela, and Becka, who was in-between Angela’s legs.

“What the fuck indeed,” I quipped, as I walked over to Becka and pulled her out from between the bimbo bitch cheerleader’s legs as the rest of my nerd posse entered the room.

“Oh, this is adorable,” Olivia laughed, “It’s revenge of the nerds.”

“If you recall, the nerds won,” Eleanor quipped.

“Or is this revenge of the zits,” Olivia snapped back.

“This ends tonight,” I said, keeping the focus on Olivia.

“Agreed,” Olivia said. “Becka get back between Angela’s legs.”

“Don’t you dare move Becka,” I ordered. “It is time to regain your dignity and our school.” Becka looked lost as to what she should do next, caught in the middle of two Dommes’ orders.

“Olivia laughed, “You think you can turn my own pets on me? How has that worked for your cunt-licking mother?”

“I don’t know, I have been too busy with your cunt-licking mother,” I countered, before ordering Lauren, “Go suck Simon’s cock and I expect a porn star blow job.”

“Please sancaktepe escort no,” Lauren said, looking at me in desperation.

Olivia ordered, “Mother, for fuck’s sake, stand up.”

“Lauren do as you’re fucking told or else,” I threatened, glaring down at her.

Lauren looked at me, then at Olivia and back to me, before wordlessly crawling to Simon and pulling his cock out of his pants.

“Mother!” Olivia screamed just as Lauren took the teen nerd’s cock in her mouth.

“Keep sucking, slut,” I ordered, my tone firm.

“Mother, stop right now,” Olivia demanded.

Lauren didn’t quit sucking Simon’s cock as I said, moving in front of Olivia, “So welcome to the new social hierarchy.”

“Excuse me?” she asked.

“Where I’m on the top and you’re on the bottom, both figuratively and literally,” I smiled.

“That will never happen,” she said, with her usual ice cold tone.

“Actually it will happen tonight,” I said confidently. “You’re my bitch now,” I said.

“Now that is funny,” Olivia said, as she glanced at her mom giving Simon head.

“You see your mom is my slut,” I began.

“And your mom is mine,” she countered, still smugly confident.

“True, but the difference is my mom is a nobody here. I don’t mean that in the real sense, but no one knows us here, and she could easily start over someplace else and forget this whole debacle ever happened. You and your mother, on the other hand, have an image to uphold, a pretentious grasp on the vain belief that your wealth and money matters. So if you release your video then we leave and start over…big deal; if I release my video your family’s reputation is completely ruined,” I threatened.

“How do I even know that you have this alleged video?” she asked, although I could see her first hint of doubt.

“Your mom is sucking Simon’s cock in front of a group of total strangers,” I said, turning to watch. Lauren, eyes closed, seemed to be enjoying Simon’s surprisingly big cock as she bobbed back and forth rather eagerly.

“Tell you what,” Olivia said, realizing her predicament, but still talking tough. “I will leave your mother alone if you’ll leave mine alone.”

“Or,” I said, smiling back at her with the same bitch smile she had used on others so many times, “You and your bimbo cheerleaders drop to your knees, serve me and the other so called outcasts.”

“Fuck you,” Katrina said, standing up.

“Actually, it will be one of us fucking you very soon,” I shot back. “Don’t forget, your mother is the other lesbo in the video.”

Olivia glared at Katrina, “Shut the fuck up, Katrina.”

Katrina glared at me, but sat down.

I quipped, my voice condescending as if I were talking to a puppy, “You’re already a well-trained pet, aren’t you?”

Katrina was dying to respond but didn’t as Olivia continued to try and bargain her way out of this situation, “Victoria, we need to end this pissing match.”

“Funny choice of words after what you did to my mother,” I said.

“Look, I’m sorry,” Olivia apologized, her facial expression and tone implying she realized she was in a bind and was desperately trying to find a way out of a situation she was, for once, not in control of.

“Oh God, yes, I’m coming, fuck,” Simon grunted as he came in the MILF’s mouth.

Skyler said, “Victoria, I got that all on film.”

“Awesome,” I said. “Get ready to put it online in case our new pets won’t play.”

Olivia sighed, as I saw the first look of fear in her eyes and knew I had her. “I can pay you.”

“You want to pay to eat my cunt and service all of us?” I asked, knowing that was not her intent. “That’s awfully generous of you.”

“How much will end this?” Olivia asked, obviously used to getting her way one way or another with either her looks, or the power of her money.

“I am going to make this very clear. Olivia, drop to your knees and beg to please me as you declare your unconditional servitude to me. The other two get on their knees and crawl to one of the so-called social outcasts,” I said, knowing I had her if I just remained patient.

“And if we do this, you will delete the evidence?” Olivia asked, her tone shifting from confident to almost pleading.

Angela gasped, standing up, “Olivia!”

“Shut up!” Olivia snapped at her, as Angela recoiled at Olivia’s tone and quickly sat back down.

“Of course, if you do the same,” I lied. “But you’d better obey every fucking order I make of you tonight, or the video goes viral and, trust me, it is a pretty graphic video.”

Olivia looked at her mom, who was now, much to my surprise, between Tara’s legs licking away.

“I think it is time for you to follow in your mother’s footsteps,” I smiled, pointing to Lauren.

Olivia continued to try to bargain. “I can make you a cheerleader.”

“So I can shake my tits, suck jock cock and look like a whore?” I asked. “No thanks, I’d rather just finish what you started.”

Olivia was furious at the insult, but continued to play nice as she continued to think she could buy her way out of her predicament. “My dad has major connections. He can get you into any college, and on a full scholarship.”

I laughed, “I have already been accepted to Harvard and Columbia on full scholarships, but thanks anyways.”

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Today was just going to be one of those days, the totally shitty one. Don’t give me that, you’ve had them too; the kind where is seems like nothing is going your way.

My English Lit professor had given out the list of approved books for our end of semester report, and frankly I didn’t know three quarters of the damn titles. My friend Lisa was supposed to come over and help me study for my chemistry exam tomorrow, but was too busy fucking her boyfriend to make it over. Which only added to things since my own boyfriend was working the late shift.

The final topper was about to hit as I eased myself back on my bed, my laptop set off to the side. My brain was fried from all the damn chemistry formula’s and I needed to destress…bad.

My bedroom door was locked, mom was down doing dishes or whatever, and dad was secluded in his office down the hall. It was time to break out my little friend and see if I couldn’t take the edge off things.

Yeah, I live at home with the folks, so bite me. A lot of my friends had gone for campus dorms, or shared housing; but honestly it just killed me to spend that kind of money when I only lived thirty minutes from the campus. No offense, when you are female and nineteen, there are a lot of other things you can spend money on than room and board. Like clothes and the newest iPhone; what can I say I’m a girl?

Besides, mom and dad were pretty cool about things. They gave me my space, let me have friends, and generally left me on my own as long as I kept my grades up at college. Hell, they even ignored the occasional visits from my boyfriend, and I know I’m not always the quiet one when it comes to getting my brains fucked out.

Which, by the way; I like. Some people will say they like sex; not me. I like fucking; and I mean down and dirty, rutting in the dirt, fuck my brains out. It’s one of the reasons I have a bit of a hard time keeping a boyfriend.

Getting them is pretty easy; and it helps when you’re nineteen, have blonde hair to your shoulders; perky firm 36C breasts with fat little nipples. I played soccer and volleyball in high school so kept in good shape. Add to all that a 34 waist and flat tummy and you get the idea.

What I can’t get is why when you have a hot blonde girlfriend; who loves to fuck; why you aren’t banging her ass off every chance you get. I admit I’m a bit more aggressive in the sex department, maybe it scares them off; for whatever reason it always seems to happen. Just like it has been happening with my recent boyfriend. Oh the sex was still decent, but it was starting to fizzle, and I knew it would only be a few months and I would be back to finding someone new.

And that brings me back to where I was; stretching out on my bed, my stretch sweat pants down to my knees, and holding my little friend. That is if you can call an eight inch ribbed cylinder little, but definitely my friend.

It only took a few minutes to get things nice and lubed up; using that quietly humming little tip on my aching clit sent nice little tremors through my belly.

“Fuck yesss” I sighed as I slid home. Fuck that felt good as I felt my walls stretch.

“Come on baby…fuck me.” I grunted as I gripped the end with both hands.

I started with a nice slow tempo, sliding in and out nice and deep. I could hear the wet sucking as my pussy gripped that monster. The little ribs were dragging across my swollen lips, and the quiet hum was sending pulses through my walls.

Closing my eyes, I started to slowly pick up the pace. I could feel my juices oozing out around my toy and dripping down my ass.

“Fuck me baby” I groaned as my eyes closed.

Just so you know; it wasn’t my boyfriend that filled my vision right then and it wasn’t some hot movie star either. I admit; I had a thing for older men, though I had never been with one. There was something about the idea of their skill and knowledge, and how to pleasure a woman that lingered in my mind.

As my belly flexed, and I began to really churn that thing in and out; visions of this bear of a man in his forties, spreading my legs wide by my ankles, filled my mind. I could see his slight belly, the hair on his chest; and god could I feel that cock as it began to pound into me.

“Oh fuck yeah” I grunted. “Take me baby” I moaned as I picked up the pace even more.

A light sheen of sweat began to cover my face as I began to really drill into myself. Both hands gripped the round base, as I drove that thing deep into my aching cunt. You got it, when I start it’s a nice tight pussy; once I get revved up, it turns into a dripping wet cunt.

“Fuck me…fuck me” I moaned as I started shoving even faster.

There I was; climbing that wall, pounding my juicy cunt as my ass began to meet my own thrusts. I could even feel the delicious first waves as my orgasm built; when the unthinkable happened.

My eyes snapped open and I groaned, as I felt the humming begin to fade in my belly. Noooo…no…no…no; I wanted to scream.

FUCK, I almost screamed as the last tremor hummed through bilecik escort my cunt, and then silence. Not now, goddammit why does the fucking thing have to die now.

Yanking my cream coated dildo out, I shook it, and then slapped it on the bed. Fucking thing, I growled; of all the damn times for the fucking batteries to die.

Rolling on my side I began rummaging in the small stand beside my bed, I always kept spares in there; I knew I had some. The fucker took four double A batteries, I thought as my hand searched the drawer. I pulled back, looking at the two small batteries. Two, where the hell was the other two?

FUCK! I almost screamed. I had taken them out a couple of days ago for my game controller; the same game controller that was sitting by the television downstairs. The fact I had never replaced them and it was my own fault did not fail to hit home.

Frustrated I tossed the abandoned toy onto the bed, and pulled my sweats and panties back up. Fuck, I could feel the thin fabric of my panties cling to my moist lips and it sent a shiver through me. I need those batteries, was all I could think of as I headed for my door.

OK, I admit it; I not only love fucking; but once I start don’t get in my way. It’s like that’s all my nineteen year old brain can focus on. Having been that close to orgasm, only to slide back down; was driving my mind and body insane. I needed relief, and fucking NOW.

Yanking open the door, I started for the stairs. I could hear the television, and figured mom was now in the living room, having finished the dishes; great, now I would have to explain to her why I wanted the batteries.

I love my mother, don’t get me wrong; but over the last few years mom has kind of gone from that normal I remember as a little girl; to a conservative old maid. Mom used to sunbathe in a bikini and wear short skirts showing off her legs. Something about when she turned forty-five things changed. She never wore a swimsuit anymore, and about all I ever saw her in were slacks and turtlenecks.

I could just hear it now, telling Grandma Moses I needed the batteries so I could diddle my cunt off; that would go over like a bomb. I hesitated at the top of the stairs, trying to formulate what I would say, when I heard the soft music from down the hall. DAD! Fuck, he’s in his office. Maybe he has some batteries; I turned without even thinking clearly, and headed back down the hall.

The door to dad’s study was closed, but I could hear he soft music coming from inside. Honestly, in my frenzied state, it never occurred to me I should knock; I just eased the door open and looked inside.

The music was playing from the stereo by the door, which only partly answered why dad never heard the door. The other reason was that his whole attention was on his computer screen.

Like me, Dad loved gamming, and his computer was like his baby. He built the damn thing; it had a top end graphics card, liquid cooled, and a thirty-six inch monitor the size of a television; which at that moment was definitely not showing the game he was currently playing. Holy fuck, I almost shit. I stared as a man in his mid-forties shoved the fattest dick I had ever seen, into the tight wet cunt of a teenage girl.

I felt a sudden gush of my own fluids as the older man all but mauled the young girl. Now that’s fucking, I thought; as he began to pound into her tight little body. I glanced at dad, but with the back of his high office chair to me, I couldn’t tell. Was he masturbating, I wondered.

The idea my dad was jerking off to a May December scene was sending a tremor through my belly; a tremor that suddenly reminded me why I was here. I slowly backed out and eased the door shut. Knocking loudly, I waited the minute I knew dad was shrinking his screen before he called for me to come in.

“Hay dad, I’m sorry to bug you.” I said.

“Its OK sweetie” he smiled. “What can I do for you?”

God, he was the ever the loving father. In the middle of hot sex and he could drop everything and think of me. It made me look at him in a different light. It also didn’t help that he had a fucking huge bulge in his jeans when he turned to face me. God, how big was that thing, then I shook myself. This is your fucking dad, I thought.

“Ummm, do you have any batteries?” I asked.

“I might” Dad answered. “What kind?”

“Double A” I couldn’t tear my eyes from that bulge. My hazed brain was running over half of what I was doing, and I couldn’t stop it.

“Check the drawer on the stereo stand” Dad said.

I turned and bent over to rummage in the small drawer. Just as my hand wrapped around two batteries, I glanced over my shoulder. Jesus, was he checking my ass, I wondered. His eyes were glues to me as slowly I rose back up.

As I tuned, my sweats shifted with my movement, and I could feel the wetness between my thighs. Oh my God, he could see I was wet. My dad was staring at the wet crotch of his nineteen year old daughter.

I slowly walked manisa escort back to his chair, the two batteries clutched in my grip. Jesus, I could feel my hips sway as I moved. I watched his face, how his eyes moved with me. They seemed locked higher this time. I glanced down and sure enough my rock hard nipples were straining against the thin tank top I was wearing.

I already had two batteries in my room; I had enough with these two; so someone tell me why I picked that moment to lie.

“There’s only two…I need four” I said softly.

Dad sat mutely, staring at my breasts; I had this horrible urge to thrust my chest out at him, but somehow resisted. Slowly his eyes rose to look me in the face, confusion written in his look.

“You need four?” He seemed off balance; God does the same thing happen to him, I wondered as my hazed brain controlled me.

“Yeah, it won’t work on two.” I said.

“It won’t work on two?” He asked. “What won’t work on two?” he looked at me.

One glance at that bulge in his lap and my nineteen year old brain just shot down; but my mouth kept working.

“My vibrator” I told him. “It takes four batteries.” God did I just say that to my dad?

“Vibrator” Dad moaned back.

“MY vibrator” I repeated. “I’m horny as hell and it died.” I told him.

“Oh Jesus” Dad moaned. “Sorry sweetie, I think that’s all I have.” He said.

I glanced over at the closed door to his office, and then back at his face. I could see the sweat forming on his brow and how his hands clenched on the arms of the chair. I should have turned and left; gone back to my room and started where I had left off.

Today had been a totally shitty day and I wasn’t in the mood; what I was in the mood for was between this man’s thighs. Against my better judgement, I stayed, and I made it even worse.

“Turn it back on.” I could hear the rasp in my own voice.

“Turn it…” dad stuttered.

“The movie” I told him. “I need to finish, I want to watch.”

Nothing like admitting I had seen him watching porn. Any normal father would have raged at his daughter at that moment; I knew dad was in the same position I was when his hand reached for the mouse.

I watched the screen as me brought the clip back up again. It was paused at the perfect moment for my fogged brain. The girl was stretched out on her face on the bed, while the older man mounted her from above.

I heard the mouse click, and watched as the man resumed movement; his hips pounding down into the girl. Every blow made the cheeks of her ass shake as he rammed into her like a pile driver. God, now that was fucking.

I was a bit surprised there was no sound, and then saw the ear buds sitting on the desk in front of dad. Setting down the batteries, I reached out and picked up the bud, bringing it to my ear. I saw dad start to move to stop me, but then hesitate. I found out why when I slipped it in my ear.

“Fuck me daddy, fuck me harder.” filled my ear. I felt the hugest tremor shoot trough my body as I stared at the screen.

Without turning my eyes, I slid one hand down my belly, inching my fingers under the waist band of my sweatpants. My fingers crept lower and lower towards my now leaking pussy.

“Go ahead and finish” I whispered at dad; not taking my eyes from the screen.

I didn’t hear him move, but that didn’t stop me. My fingers slid over my mound, then down into the wet crevice. I moaned softly as one finger slid into my soaked cavern. That was apparently all it took.

I sensed dad shift beside me and the rustle of cloth in the quiet room. His elbow rested on the arm of his chair, but I caught slight movement out of the corner of my eye.

I added a second finger as the man on the screen pulled the girls hips back, bringing her ass into the air. Now on all fours on the bed, she was taking a pounding and by the sounds in my ear, loving every second.

Realizing I was wearing the ear bud, it meant dad no longer had sound. Once again judgement went out the window as I opened my mouth.

“She loves it, you can hear it.” I said hoarsely. I didn’t expect dad to reply, and when he did it totally caught me off guard.

“She likes having her daddy pound her cunt.” There was no hesitation in his words, they were strong and powerful.

I turned to tell him as the girl on the screen was squealing like a stuck pig; when his lap came into view. I meant to look him in the eyes, but only made it to his lap before my gaze locked. Jesus, how could you not stare; I mean that thing had to be at least eight or nine inches long, it was thick as a hell, and fucking rock hard.

“Because it’s so big” I gasped, staring at that hunk of meat.

“I bet it fills her tight little twat.” Oh fuck I almost buckled at my father’s words.

Was he still talking about the movie? I tore my eyes from his groin and looked up. His eyes were locked on my own waist; watching the cloth of my sweatpants move in time to my plunging finger. That was mersin escort it; the movie was gone for both of us. The point of no return had been crossed like a race car blowing across a finish line.

“Big, fat daddy cock” I moaned as my eyes dropped back to his lap.

I stared in wonder as his fist pumped up and down that shaft, the veins pulsing in front of me. I had lost my virginity by the time I was sixteen; fucked more guys that I could shake a stick at; but never in my life had I watched a full grown man jerk off.

“I’ll bet she’s nice and tight” Dad grunted.

“Fuck yes” I moaned back; adding a second finger to my now drenched cunt. Yep, I had devolved down again; the pussy was gone, all I had now was a hungry cunt.

“She likes showing daddy her hot little cunt.” Dad’s voice filled my ears over the squealing in the ear bud.

God how did he know the perfect thing to say? My other hand shot to my waist and I tugged the elastic waist of the sweat pants down; letting the cloth free to fall and puddle at my ankles.

“I bet daddy loves her tight teenage cunt” my voice was hoarse.

I spread my feet, opening my thighs more. I glanced up and could see his eyes locked to my shaved cunt. Not being a true blonde, I made sure to always be shaved smooth; that way a guy never truly knew. At this moment, it also meant that my swollen lips were on full display to my father’s hungry eyes.

“Her tight little walls wrapping around his thick daddy cock.” Dad grunted.

I could see his cock jerk in his grip when my sweats fell to the floor. A drop of pre cum seeped from the tip and I felt the overwhelming desire to lean forward and lick it onto my tongue.

“I bet…she cums…on his cock.” I gasped.

By now I had added a third finger; and the wet smack of my hand against my mound was audible as I pounded my fingers up into myself. I had to grip the edge of the desk as I shoved my hand harder and harder into myself.

Dad had matched the tempo of my fingers; I could hear the slap of his fist every time my hand hit my mound. I could feel my walls clenching around my fingers, panting as my body climbed once again.

“Does she want her daddy to cum inside her?” Dad grunted out.

MY brain snapped; the movie totally disappeared as I felt that familiar knot growing in my belly. Fuck this was going to big, I realized. MY eyes were locked to that pumping fist as my juices coated my hand between my thighs.

“Fill me daddy” I gushed out. “Fill my cunt with your seed, make me yours.” I babbled

“Fuck you so good” Dad moaned.

“Yessssss, fuck me daddy.” I hissed back.

“Fill that tight cunt” he panted. “Hot, thick daddy seed.”

“Fuck meeeeeee” I moaned.

I watched his ass drive up off the chair, as I rammed my fingers as deep as I could get them. Somehow, even then, we met together. As my orgasm lit up my belly, I watched his face clench in raw passion.

“Fuuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk” Dad moaned. I watched as a thick rope of jizz shot out the tip and arched through the air.

“Arrghhhhhhhhhhhhh” I wailed with him. My body spasmed and shook as my orgasm tore through me. A hot gush of fluids erupted from between my thighs, coating my hand and dripping to the floor.

I stared as a second and third thick rope pumped out, coating his hand. Fuck, how much did he cum, I thought. I could feel my belly flexing as the waves rolled through me with one of the most intense climax’s of my life.

By the time we both had eased back down my thighs were drenched in a flood of my cream and his entire lap was covered in this cum. I saw the look of guilt that grew on his face. Now was not the time to discuss this. I scooped up the batteries and reached down to gather my sweatpants.

Just as I reached the door, I stopped. I didn’t dare turn around and face him; but I just had to say it.

“That was fucking fantastic” I whispered; then slipped out the door.

Back in my room, I loaded the batteries in my toy, and promptly pummeled my cunt to two mind blowing orgasms; each one with the image of my father driving his fat dick up into my needy cunt.

As I collapsed back on my bed, it was my turn to feel the guilt. I knew what we had done was wrong, in fact beyond wrong. I reasoned it had been a moment of weakness for both of us, our hormones taking control. I silently vowed to myself to not let it happen again.

Two days later I got the chance to get together with my boyfriend. I figured maybe having sex would help purge the thoughts that kept coming into my brain every time I masturbated. It back fired, and big.

The fact that it was my father’s face I saw every time I masturbated; didn’t help matters. It had taken every ounce of my will to not call out for him as two days of frustrated masturbation were taken out on those fresh batteries.

Comparing the image of being on all fours on a bed, while this mature man hammer’s your quaking cunt, to the cramped and sweaty back seat of a car; that’s like comparing cold oatmeal to steak.

You would think images like that would excite you, spur you on. Nope, for me it had the opposite effect; I just lay there and let a sweating humping boy do his thing. When he finally stiffened on top of me, and let out his thin drizzle of cum, I couldn’t help but compare it to what it would feel like to have those ropes of hot seed flooding into me.

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Christine — Mother, 39yo, 5’11”, dark brunette, shoulder length straight dark brown hair, 32B 24 32, Spanish heritage

Tod — Son, 6’3, dark brown hair, short cropped, dark complexion.

Lily — Christine’s best friend. Long dark brown hair, 5’5″, long legs. 34c 28 36 Chinese heritage

CT — Lily’s son

*

Every Mondays and Thursdays, was lunch with friends. It started when Tod was in final years of High school. At first there were 3, Sally, Amy and Elaine. All happily married just 3 years ago, but now that our kids are in universities, we are all singles again. I guessed people wait until their kids finished high school, and then all marital problems surfaced. As for me, I think my marriage would survive if my Terry was still alive.

Sally, Amy and Elaine were good friends. We supported each other through our difficult times. Six months ago, a new neighbour Lily and CT moved in a few doors down. She was from China, educated in the US and moved to Australia for her son CT’s education. She never hid the fact that she hated her husband, but will never divorce him for cultural reasons. She was content with staying here while her husband was back in China. I introduced her to our little group. After a few meetings Sal, Amy and Elaine decided that it’s better off having just the four of us. I think they were not used to the way she said things. It’s very direct and confronting at times. Well, she was the only person with a Master’s degree. We were all full time mum, so I guess Master degree won’t have any benefits.

So, I meet Amy, Sal and Elaine on Mondays and Thursdays, then have lunches with Lily other days. We quickly became good friends. I was easy going, that may be why I could put up with her very direct questions and answers. I suspected that she may not have many friends here.

Since Tod started Uni, I had a lot of free time. I was contemplating going back to work at one stage. Terry left us enough for a comfortable life, although not luxuriously well off, I didn’t have to worry about money.

Lily and I talked about everything. I tried to avoid politics and money market. After all that was her major. However, she gave me some tips on the stock market. Soon enough, we put a few grand together, opened an account and we both made a profit from that. We decided to go for a short beach holiday from our profits. Couple of weeks before our holidays we went shopping for our holiday outfits and swimmers. We started off with lunch in the shopping centre. We talked about possibility of going diving, long walks on the beach. Lily jokingly said she would pick up a one night stand. We have hot talked much about sex, but the holiday mood seems to loosen us a bit.

“You know, I would like to find someone to make love all night.” Lily said, “Sometime, I just feel like letting off steam.”

I chuckled, “What about me?”

“You find your own stud. After that, maybe we can swap.” We all laughed. We maybe just joking, but it triggered something inside me. It has been a years since I had sex. It may be the idea of a carefree holiday that triggered a release of frustration.

We went to a busy swimwear shop after lunch. Lily picked a skimpy bikini and urged me to do the same. I was a bit hesitant. I always wear one piece swimmer. “Hey, why don’t we get the same as me, we can be sisters.” Without waiting for my answer, she turned around, grabbed the sales girl and demanded 2 bikinis to try on. A moment after the sales girl came back with 2 new bikinis still in the packet, Lily pulled me into the only available change room, narrowly beating another girl heading to the same room.

After locking the door, Lily handed me a set and whispered, “Look at this, it’s new, not opened yet. I know we’re not supposed to, but I think we can really try this on, and not over our undies.” With that, she threw her handbag onto the only chair in the room and started stripping. I followed suit without a word. She was completely naked before she tried to open her bikini packet. We both stood there naked and fumbling at the packet trying to get the sticky tape off. I snug a peek at her body. She was fit with pale skin, rounded breasts, have no signs of sagging with small pinkish nipples. Her areolas were the size of 50 cent coins. For a moment I wanted to feel them. “OMG, I must be desperate.” I thought. Looking down past her flat stomach, her brown bush was neatly trimmed. My heart raced. I’ve never felt like this with another woman. In my younger days I didn’t even thought of kissing a woman, and now I was thinking of taking her breasts into my mouth.

“My god!” Lily whispered. I looked up and realised Lily was looking at me as I was at her, except I did it in silence. Lust was in her eyes.Her gaze concentrated on my shaven pussy. For a moment, we stood naked, facing each other, then as if a sudden realisation, we both turned and put on our bikini. When we finished, we turned towards each other again.

“You are sexy whatever you wear. It fits you just right, but let me adjust this…” Her eyes were on my tits as she reached over and bahçelievler escort pulled the sides of my bikini top, stretching the material that pressed on to my erect nipples. She just let her fingers slide over my nipples as she moved her hands to my bikini bottom and pulled the straps up higher, pressing the material to my pussy. I almost let out a moan. My heart beat thundering in my ears, wondering how far this would take us, and how far would I go.

“What about me?” she said, as she turned to face the mirror. She looked up and our eyes met through the mirror. We held our gaze for a little while before I guiltily looked away, pretending to adjust her straps. “I think it’s perfect for you too.” I said without looking at her.

There was a knock on the door to hurry us up. We quickly changed and paid for our garment. We walked in silence for a while before Lily said, “You want to have coffee?”

“Ummm, I think it’s getting late. I won’t be able to sleep if I have coffee.” I answered, walked a few steps later.

We paced another few steps before Lily said, “feeling a little weird, huh?”

“Uhhuh.” I nodded.

We kept walking and looking into stores, but we weren’t looking at all. Suddenly, Lily turned to me, “You’re my best friend, Chrissie.” I didn’t know what to say, so I hugged her. It felt good, but somehow, the hug was different than our hugs before.

We parted ways and agreed to call each other tomorrow. I was still feeling tense when I got home. Tod was home too. He had his books sprawled all over the dinner table. Tod looked up and said hi. I was not content with just that, so I walked towards him, gave his forehead a kiss and gave him a big long hug. A thought flashed in my head, “what if Tod turned around and started playing with my tits……. My god, get a grip of yourself.”

I let go of Tod. He looked up quizzically. “Everything alright, mum?”

“Yeah, missed you, that’s all.”

“Love you too, mum.” Tod reached over and gave ma hug, placed his head on my stomach, just under my tits. Vile thoughts entered my mind again.

“Get back to your work,” I commanded, “I’m going for a shower.”

“Oooo, new swimmers?” Tod pointed to the small plastic bag I was holding.

“Well, never you mind.” I stuffed the plastic bag into my purse.

The bath was great. I felt the wetness when I took off my panties. I was so turned on that I brought myself off twice. I was sure my problems were over, until Lily called.

“Hi Chris, ….can I, … should we, ….. do you want to come over tomorrow? Or I can go over to your place, or whatever …”

“Sure. We … we can decide … err … what to do tomorrow.”

“oh, ok. ….. I’ll call you tomorrow then.”

“Ok.”

After I put down the phone, the weariness came back, as if I was a teenager again. I was tossing and turning all night, thinking of Lily, picturing her breasts and her well-trimmed pubic hair, wondering if I dared kiss a girl.

I was woken up by the sounds of hammering and electric saw. Someone was renovating a few doors down. Tod was gone by the time I went to the kitchen. Lily called before I could make myself a coffee.

I went over to Lily’s place for breakfast. We sat down near the pool with our coffee and breakfast. It was a sunny day; the temperature was just right under the shade. We looked at each other and wondered who would speak first.

“BFF” Lily spoke first.

“Huh?”

“You know, best friends forever. B.F.F.” She looked at me in anticipation.

“Yeah, of course.” I stood up, walked over and gave her a hug.

“So, we can tell each other everything, right?” Lily said as I sat back down.

“Sure.”

“We can talk about yesterday, right?”

“……. Sure.” I didn’t think I sounded convincing.

“Ok, … you first.”

“WHAT?” My expression must be comical, Lily laughed. The tension broke somewhat.

“Alright, chicken, let me start…. Ok ….. right, I’m not a lesbian.” She kept her eyes at me when she was trying to get the words out.

“Me neither.” I said.

“But I’ve never felt like THAT.” signalling the event in the change room. “I came back from the shops and … and … did it to myself a few times, and I thought the feeling inside would subside….but …” She let it trail off.

She looked at me, waiting for me to confess. “Yeah, …. Me too.” again, sounded unconvincing.

“Crap! We both need a man quick smart.” We laughed and went back to our breakfast.

2.

Lily upgraded us to a pool villa without consulting me. I was commenting that the room looked a lot better than on internet when she confessed. There were two king single beds, a bathroom with claw footed bath, rain water out door shower with nothing but greenery surrounding the shower on all side except facing the room. Next to the pool was a large day bed and a shallow spa. Door to the beach was on the other side of the pool. We were tired after a few hours of travel, so we organised a dive for the next bağcılar escort day and went back to our patch. We were in the pool cooling off when our cocktail arrived. It was really relaxing, sipping cocktail on the day bed. We took pictures of ourselves, with cocktails in our hand, making faces to the camera.

The cocktail was strong. I was not used to drinking; in fact, I could only drink one or two before I reached my limit. With our salty snacks, I downed the drink pretty quickly. Soon, I was giggling like a school girl. I knew what I was doing, but just thought everything was funny. Lily thought it was funny and snapped away with her camera. On impulse, I pulled my bikini top off and threw it at Lily. Lily complaint of water nearly got onto her camera, and she put her camera aside, took her top off and threw it back at me. Between giggling and dogging, I fell into the pool.

We were feeling bored after a few hours in the room, so we decided to call for massages. Two girls came with their massage beds. They asked us to strip and shower before massage while they prepare the beds. Feeling like teenagers, we took off our bottom and jumped into the rain water shower together. It was big enough to fit both of us. I gave Lily’s butt a smack to hurry her up, she returned the favour as she followed behind me. We asked for a relaxing massage. The massage was anything but. It was very sensual; light touches in the right places. With the aroma from the candles, the curtains drawn, the sound of distant waves, I was relaxed, but I was aroused. Soon the girls finished and whispered that someone will come back to collect the massage beds, and left us lying there with towels draped across our abs.

I liked the constant state of arousal. Sometimes it’s better than a climax. I used to take myself into a state of arousal for a few hours before finishing off with my husband before bed. We were lying there are a while before Lily got up from the massage bed. She let the towel fall onto the floor and walked towards me. Her eyes looked the same as when we were in the change room. She stood next to me and whispered, “Best friends forever?” I nodded and whispered yes.

“Forgive me!” she said, as she planted her lips to mine. I felt her tongue probing, prying open my lips. I opened my mouth to accept her, my tongue darter out to meet hers. “Oh god, I kissed a girl.” I thought, but I couldn’t stop. I felt Lily’s hand on my breast; she gave it a squeeze through the towel before she pulled the towel aside. Her hand explored the smooth skin of my creamy breasts, touching my nipple with her fingertips. I let out a moan through our kisses.

We broke our kiss when we heard a knock on our door. I jumped up from the bed and pulled the towel around myself, Lily did the same in a hurry. A man came in and cleared the beds and opened the blinds, then excused himself. We were relaxing on the day bed when we were left alone. As if on cue, Lily let her towel drop, exposing her breasts. With a sly smile on her face, she whispered in my ears, “I guess this will be our first time.” She hooked her finger on my towel and pulled it down. She started kissing my neck, then to my shoulder and slowly lowered herself and took my nipples into her mouth. The feeling was so strong I let off a loud moan. Her hungry eyes looked up at me as she grabbed my other breast. I didn’t want to be inactive, so I reached over and let my fingers glide across Lily’s breasts. A sigh escaped her.

My hand stayed on her tits for a little while before shifting lower. I felt lower to her belly button and then her Mohawk. Curiously, I ducked down under to have a closer look. I felt a wet kiss on my belly button that made me shudder. The excitement was building. Lily put her leg over my shoulder, positioned herself directly above me. I could smell her musky pussy. Without hesitation, I put my hand on her vulva; I surprised myself with my lack of inhibition. Lily was licking her way down and now reached my opening. “Oh my god, I don’t believe I’m doing this.” I heard her say as she dived down and planted her tongue on my very wet pussy. I let out a little squeal from the sensation before returning her a favour. It was surprisingly easy once your mind was made up that you wanted to make love to another person. I did to her what I liked my husband to do to me. I pulled her down towards me so I could put my tongue onto the length of her opening. I continued my attack until she reached her first climax. I felt her pussy convulsed over my tongue; her soft moans almost set me of off.

Lily lifted her head from my belly, after catching her breath. For a moment I wonder if she would continue. She did. Her kisses started where she stopped. Her tongue darted out in search of my clit. She found it with deadly accuracy. With her tongue flicking back and forth, her fingers started exploring the rim of my entrance, paying attention to the small space between my anus and pussy. I cried out as she lightly touched the area; spread my legs wider for her. It only took a few more ümraniye escort seconds before I came. It was powerful. My pussy muscle twitched hard as Lily continued to suck my clit, prolonging my orgasm.

Lily turned around and kissed me full on my lips. I could taste myself. We embraced each other for a long time, didn’t need to talk, just light fondling and kissing. Lily spoke first, after a long silence “Are you feeling guilty?”

“No” I shook my head, looking into her eyes. “I guess I was prepared for this.”

Lily raised her eyebrow, cocked her head and smiled her sly smile, “me too. I even thought of ways to seduce you.”

It’s my turn to raise eyebrow. “You did?” I only thought of what ifs, and not actively seducing her.

“You know, your pussy is beautiful when you come. You even have a little ejaculation, I think.”

“Really? I’m sure I didn’t spray like those in the movies.”

“Oh, you watch those movies?” Lily mocked, didn’t wait for me to respond and said “you didn’t spray like in the movies, but more of your pussy juice leaked out. It’s beautiful, watching your lips open and shut, and your juice flowing out onto your anus.”

“I have no idea.” I blushed, “I didn’t look at yours.”

“You’ll have time. Unless you think this is a one time thing?” Lily said with a smile, knowing what my answer will be.

I responded by pressing my lips on her, tongue darted deep into her mouth.

We spent almost all our time locked in our villa, naked, exploring each other, talking about our husbands, dead or alive. We only venture out of our villa for dives, meals and a very sensual couple’s treatment. Lily told me about her loveless marriage, about the agreement with her husband and why divorce was out of the question, and so was taking in a lover. “Face is everything to him”, she said. She suspected that her powerful husband had her followed from time to time. “But they won’t suspect you.” She said confidently as she planted a kiss on my pussy.

We came to consensus that we need to keep our relationship secret from everyone, even to our sons.

3.

First night home, I was restless. I masturbate thinking of the love making sessions we did in every corner of the villa. I woke in the middle of the night hoping to feel Lily between my legs. I woke up to an empty house, the next morning. Tod went to an early lecture. I made myself a coffee, and before I could sit down, the phone rang.

“Hey Chrissie.” It was Lily, surprise!

“Hey Lil. What’s up?”

“What do you mean what’s up? My nipples, my clit, even my butt is tingling for you.” Lily said, exasperated with my layback answer. She is always in a hurry, even when making love.

“Me too.” I said. “Wanna make love?” I teased.

“Can I come over? CT is still at home. I need to hold you now.”

“Yeah, come over. Tod went …” The call terminated before I could finish my sentence.

I placed the handset back on phone charger and sat down with my coffee, wondering what happened to the call. Before long the doorbell rang. Lily rushed in as soon as I opened the door. She just stood there with her eyes darting up and down my body. Lust was showing on her face.

I was wearing a black and red knee length silk robe. Underneath my robe, I wore a short pink nightie that just covered my crotch with matching pink undies. Lily was wearing a pair of light blue coloured jeans and a red shirt. I could tell there’s no bra under the shirt. Lily always wears a bra.

“You want a coffee?” I asked as I shut the door. Lily didn’t answer; instead, she pulled me in and kissed me deeply. I was much taller, but she was the “man” in our relationship. Our tongue fought and our hands explored each other. We somehow got to my room with our cloths still on. Lily pushed me onto the bed before she pulled off her shirt and pulled down her pants. No bra, no panties, I noticed.

4.

Four months since we came back from holidays, we see each other morning noon and night, made love when our sons were out. Tod and CT became close as well. Tod being older and in university, CT looked up to him and the boys studied and played together. In a couple of months, Lily’s son’s CT, have to sit for his university entrance exam. I can see the stress level building for the pair.

A month before CT’s exam, the pair of mother and son decided to stay home a little more. Lily and I decided to put a gate along our fence a month ago. The gate was never shut so we could “pop over” without walking too far. We contemplated taking the fence down, but we Lily’s husband wouldn’t like it. Lily and CT still come over for meals, I cooked most days now, but CT hopped back to his studies straight after. Some days when Lily didn’t turn up for breakfast, she usually calls me. I guessed our love making sessions went down from couple of times a day to once a week, if I was lucky. I remembered that Tod was not as stressed doing his entrance exam.

Lily made a comment the other day which made me a little worried. She said that the more CT stress, the clingier he became. She said CT liked to cuddle more often, and like to nestle his head on her breasts. She was worried that she will find her son mental breakdown in a foetal position, so she tried to stay close to him and won’t let him leave her sight. Somehow, with all that, we were still on the phone most time of the day, albeit whisper to each other.

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Chapter 01: The Journey is The Reward

My name is Tom. This summer my Mom (41) and Dad (46) took me to a trip to Europe for my 18th birthday. I wanted to visit Europe for a long time, so my parents knew how much it meant to me. Although I wasn’t thrilled that they bought three tickets. I wanted to go alone. Spending the summer with my parents didn’t sound all that exciting. But they bought the tickets… and it was still a trip to Europe, so I couldn’t say no to that.

Although, the timing of the trip could have been better, because about five weeks before the trip started, I had a minor knee surgery. I twisted and hurt my knee playing basketball. But the surgery went well, my knee was already feeling a lot better. I didn’t need my crutches anymore, but I still brought my knee immobilizer, just as a precaution.

We planned on spending a month in Europe, go to different countries and places, do some sightseeing, but we started off with an ordinary summer vacation. Which meant that we spent the first five days in a hotel at the beach.

We didn’t really sleep in the main building though. The hotel also had ten small huts. They were made entirely out of wood and were surrounded by trees and palms so that each hut had it’s private area. These huts were also located far away from were all the other guests spent their time.

My parent’s bed was located right in the living room, but I had my own little room. There was a bathroom in there, so we had anything we needed.

Of course, the beach was overcrowded with people, so we spent the entire first day at the pool. In the evening we walked into town, looked at the stores went to have dinner… we did pretty much the same thing all the other tourists did.

When we were walking back to the hotel, a guy on the street handed me a flyer. There were a lot of these guys trying to promote all kinds of things. But this one guy, told me about a trip to a private beach, which, apparently was the most beautiful beach in the area. He told me, that they would get you there by boat and that you could spend the entire day there on the beach and they would bring you back in the evening. He also told me that they were the only ones who were allowed to get people there, so it’s never too crowded there. He handed me the flyer, which had a view of the beach on it. It looked amazing. I had to go there.

So, when we got back to our hut, I told my parents that I wanted to go there the next day.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea? Going on a boat…”

“Your Mom is right, I don’t think your knee would enjoy that all that much.”

I held up my knee immobilizer.

“That’s why I brought this thing. Come on. I have to go there.”

After discussing the pros and cons for another ten minutes, I persuaded my parents. But of course, they planned on going with me. They didn’t want me to go to a secluded island, on a boat, with my slowly recovering knee, all by myself. So I did what I had to do: I accepted the fact that they would come along, as long as I could spend the day at the beautiful beach.

So the next morning, I was wearing my swimming trunks, carrying my knee immobilizer and was ready to go. But when I came into the living room, I found out that my Dad didn’t feel so good. He had a really bad stomach ache, apparently from something he ate the night before.

So I thought: “That’s my chance!”

“Look, if Dad isn’t feeling so good, I’m going alone.”

“What? No way, Mister. We can go tomorrow. Or maybe the day after that.”

“Look, Mom, we are only here four more days. What if Dad’s sick for more than one day, and we can’t go at all. I really wanna go today. Nothing is going to happen. I can go by myself.”

It didn’t look like Mom was about to agree.

“I’m sorry Tom, but I don’t want you to go on that boat alone.”

Mom had always been overly protective.

But then all of a sudden, Dad got in on the conversation.

“Look, honey, why don’t you go with him. He obviously doesn’t take no for an answer. Plus, it’s HIS birthday trip. We said we wanted to give him a trip to remember…”

“But…”

“I’m fine. I’m just sick. Maybe I need to puke, or go to the bathroom, but other than that, I’m fine. I’ve got food and water. And I’ve got my meds. I’ll be alright.”

“I don’t know honey…”

“Don’t argue with me, Babe… I want you two to go. Have a great time, okay!?”

Wow. Okay. Now, even I felt bad. Leaving my sick father all by himself to go to the most beautiful beach ever… But Mom just said:

“Okay, honey.”

So she got a big beach bag and threw in some clothes, sun cream, a few books and stuff like that. The she took two huge beach towels and put them on top of everything. And then she changed into her bathing suit while I waited in front of the hut. I was putting on my knee immobilizer when Mom came out. She was wearing her dark purple bathing suite and had a pink silky cloth tied around her waist.

“Come on, Mister. This has to be one hell of a beach. This day has to be amazing. After all, we are leaving your muğla escort sick father behind.”

I felt a little bad, but I wanted it that way. I wanted to go there.

So, after a ten minute walk, we got to the dock where the boat was set to take off. And as soon as I saw the boat, I was a bit confused. There were no seats.

We were a little early, so I walked up to the guy who was apparently responsible for the trip.

“Hello. I’m Tom. I’ll take two tickets.”

“Okay. No problem.”

“But… is this the boat we’re using?”

“Yes.”

“Oh. Okay. Look, I kind of expected the boat to have seats.”

I nodded down to my knee and the knee immobilizer.

“So apparently everybody’s standing the entire ride… but as you can see… I might have a slight problem with that. Does that mean I can’t go?”

“Oh yeah. I saw. What happened?”

“I was playing basketball. Long story.”

“Look… it’s no problem. We do have two seats in the back. In each corner of the boat. You need to unlock it and take it down. Just choose one.”

“Oh that’s great. Thank’s a lot, man.”

“No problem.”

He handed me the tickets and I waved Mom over.

“Oh, but make sure you’ll be the first one back at the boat this evening.”

“Yeah. I will. Thanks.”

So when Mom came over, we were the first one’s to get on the boat. To get on the boat, from the dock, was the hardest part. But I managed to pull it off.

“There is a seat in the back.”

So, Mom and I walked to the back of the boat. Of course the boat rocked back and forth, so Mom took my hand and tried to support me as best as she could.

When we got to the back, I put down the seat and sat down. Mom put the beach bag down next to me. She stood in front of me and grabbed one of the handles which were mounted on the sunshine roof. And then we had to wait…

As time passed, more and more people entered the boat. A large, over-weight guy took the second seat, in the other corner of the boat. Twenty minutes later, fifty or sixty people were already on the boat. It got more and more crowded. So I took my knee immobilizer off. I realized that there would be no room for me to have my legs stretched out.

There were another fifteen or so people on the dock. Mom came closer and closer. She had to. There was no room on the boat anymore. And then finally, the engine started and the last guys got on the boat. Mom was so close to me, that her feet were actually between mine. She was wearing her big sun hat and she was already looking pissed off.

And then the boat started to move and everything got even more tense. I saw that a large, unattractive man with a beer belly hit Mom in the back with his elbow a number of times. Mom bent forward and over me as best as she could, but it was clearly very uncomfortable for her.

“Mom!”

She didn’t hear me. The engine was pretty loud. Plus, there was the noise the motor boat made when it hit the waves and there was the sound of the wind. So I tipped her on the outside of her thigh.

Mom looked down on me.

“Sit down. It’s too crowded in here.”

But she just shook her head. But about five minutes later the unappealing beer drinker had hit her in the side three more times, so I tipped her on her thigh again.

It was my fault she was on this boat. We left Dad at the hotel. And now Mom was clearly pissed off.

“Come on. Sit down. I don’t mind… You don’t have enough room to stand…”

With my head I nodded to the guy who was hitting her constantly.

“You’re right.”

So Mom gave in, and sat down on my lap. Of course, naturally, I expected her to sit down on the edge of my right knee, but she couldn’t, because of my injury. So she sat down, not on my thighs, but on my lap. She had her left leg between my legs and her right leg on the outside of my right leg.

But now everything seemed easier. The unattractive guy turned around for an instance, to check what was going on behind him. He smiled at us and then turned back around.

Mom looked back at me. She smiled, too.

“Thanks honey.”

So now, Mom was sitting on my lap, and we could have a quiet an uneventful trip to the beach. Or so I thought.

Because, as time went by, I felt Mom’s weight on me. But I didn’t feel it on my thighs, but on my dick. My penis was lying to one side… on my right thigh… and that’s exactly where Mom was sitting on. I had a bad feeling.

The guy I bought the tickets from, told me it would take up to forty-five minutes to get to the beach, which meant that it would probably take another half an hour to get there. Oh boy.

I tried to think of something else. But I couldn’t. The rocking motions of the boat didn’t help. Every second Mom’s and my ass was lifted off the seat for a split second. And when the boat hit the wave, both our asses were slammed down back into the seat… Well my ass was slammed down into the seat. Mom’s ass was slammed onto me. Onto my dick.

It was a strange feeling. The fabric of ordu escort my swimming trunks was stroking and fondling my dick, and Mom’s ass was massaging it. If it hadn’t been Mom sitting on top of me, it would have been an amazing feeling. Strip clubs should build their establishments on motor boats, because the rocking motions of the boat would make any lap dance a hundred times better.

I needed to concentrate on something else. But how could I?

And then I felt it. I felt my dick move. Oh fuck. I was starting to get hard.

Without my intention my leg twitched. It was my way of my brain telling my dick not to get hard. But Mom obviously didn’t feel my dick, because she misinterpreted the twitching of my leg.

“Does your knee hurt honey?”

I could barely hear her. It was so loud on the boat.

“A little.”

“Do you want me to stand up again?”

Oh boy. What now? I didn’t want Mom to sit on my dick the entire ride, but I definitely didn’t want Mom to be pissed off.

“No. But could you maybe shift your weight around a little bit?”

Mom didn’t say anything. She just nodded and lifted her pelvis slightly and sat back down. For a moment I thought that everything was okay now, but it turned out, now my dick was exactly between Mom’s cheeks. Before, she was sitting on it, with her cheek and thigh, but now my dick was placed between her ass cheeks.

And as soon as she sat back down, the rocking motions of the boat were taking effect again. Mom’s ass was now sliding up and down on my dick. And every wave ensured that the position of my dick changed a little bit and that Mom’s ass would land on it.

Plus, it was weird, the soft, ripped material on the inside of my swimming shorts felt absolutely amazing on my naked skin. By now, my dick was already semi-erect. I tried to see Mom’s face. She was looking out of the boat and onto the ocean. She was looking calm and normal, like nothing was happening. Maybe she didn’t feel me? Oh boy, I hoped so.

But the longer the ride lasted, the harder my dick got. By now, it was pointing up. And then, the boat hit the next wave and all of a sudden Mom froze. It lasted just a split second. Then she looked up at the guy in front of her and to her side. And then she unclenched and turned her head again. She continued to look to the left… out to the ocean.

I didn’t know what to do. Mom must have felt my dick between her legs. But she didn’t say anything. She didn’t stand up. I was freaking out. My heart was beating so fast. I tried to find a clear thought. But I couldn’t. Every two seconds the boat hit another wave and Mom’s ass cheeks were massaging my dick again. It was a nice rhythm, too. Which resulted in enormous pleasure. My dick got even harder.

And then something weird happened. The rhythm of the boat pretty much stayed the same… Hitting a new wave every two seconds or so, but then all of a sudden I felt Mom’s pelvis press down, when I didn’t expect it. It must have been between two waves… What happened?

It felt like Mom didn’t want to wait for the next wave. Was that possible? I didn’t know. All I knew was, my dick was now hard as a rock. There is no way Mom didn’t feel it. My shaft was placed right between her cheeks.

Very thin swimming trunks and Mom’s bikini panties were the only things between my hard dick and her pussy. I looked around. Nobody noticed anything. Most of the people on the boat were facing away from us. Pretty much everybody was looking out onto the ocean. I saw some lips move, but I couldn’t hear what they were saying. Nobody looked in our direction. Plus, our heads were at the same level as everybody else’s groins. Nobody could really see us.

And I don’t think anybody would have noticed anything, even if they were looking in our direction. We didn’t really move. Our upper bodies remained pretty still during all of this. They only parts of our bodies that moved, were our hips.

I was so ashamed and at the same time, turned on. Mom was basically dry humping me. I didn’t know if she really pushed down, but it didn’t matter. It felt absolutely amazing, having my dick massaged by her ass cheeks. She was sliding up and down. And with every wave, her pelvis was pushed onto my hard dick. And since it was detained by my swimming shorts, it slid between Mom’s legs, poking her. Mom must have felt my dick between her cheeks, on her pussy and between her legs. She didn’t say anything. She just looked out of the boat.

The pleasure was overwhelming. I thought I might cum soon. I tried not to gasp. I didn’t want to make any noise. Mom’s ass was sliding down my shaft and I thought I couldn’t hold back any longer. But then all of a sudden, the boat slowed down. I looked up, and saw the beach approach.

I was so fucking relieved. But now I had a new problem. I had a raging hard on. How could I possibly get off the boat? I had no idea. I panicked.

And then the boat had reached its place at the dock and stopped. I saw that some people were already moving, getting off the boat. I had osmaniye escort to think. But then all of a sudden Mom, without standing up, or turning around, said:

“Could you take the beach towels, honey. The bag is too heavy for me.”

I mumbled something which sounded like: “Yeah.”

And then more and more people got off the boat and Mom finally stood up. Slowly. She didn’t turn around. And while she stood up, I took the beach towels and placed them on my lap to hide my erection.

I put on my knee immobilizer and somehow, while waiting for everybody to get off the boat, my dick got limp again. As soon as everybody got off the boat, Mom took my elbow and helped me to get off the boat as well. It was a strange feeling to feel her fingers on me, after what just happened.

Mom didn’t say anything. We just quietly followed all the other people. And then we saw the beach. It looked amazing. The water was bluish-green and the sand was almost white. It looked beautiful. Mom and I walked on the beach for a while, to find a nice spot for us and then we put our beach towels down on the sand and lay down.

We didn’t do much, the entire day. We just enjoyed the sun and the view. Mom spent most of her day reading a book, while I was listening to music on my ipod. From time to time we cooled off in the ocean. The water was absolutely perfect. But I couldn’t really relax. I thought about the ride on the boat. I knew it was sick to get a hard on with your mother on your lap. But it felt too good to be true. My dick didn’t care who it was giving him the lap dance. But I did. Mom must think that I’m sick. I was so embarrassed. And what was even worse: we had to get back on the boat again. Oh god, I hoped that Mom wouldn’t sit on my lap again. I couldn’t think about anything else the entire day.

Plus, I was so close to an orgasm that morning, that I was extremely horny the entire day. I needed another dip in the ocean to cool off.

At some point Mom got us sandwiches from the beach bar, that was located right there at the edge of the beach.

“Here you go honey.”

“Thanks.”

“You were right… It is really beautiful here.”

“Too bad Dad couldn’t come. I hope he’s alright.”

Mom didn’t respond. All she said was:

“Just enjoy your day. It’s your birthday surprise. We wanna make you happy.”

She didn’t really look at me. And I couldn’t look at her either. So we just lay on the beach next to each other the entire afternoon. On the evening Mom went into a changing booth. She came out wearing a white tank top and a pair of pink, wide hot pants. After that, we went to the beach bar to have dinner. After we finished, we headed back to the dock. The guy told me we had to be the first ones there, so we got there early.

Again, Mom helped me to get on the boat and to the seat I had in the morning. I sat down and took off my knee immobilizer. Mom placed the beach bag next to me and remained standing. She didn’t sit down.

I was relieved. Or was I? The entire day I hoped that Mom wouldn’t sit on my lap again. But now… as I was sitting there again, horny as I was, I was wishing she would sit down on my lap again. But she didn’t.

By the time we got to the boat, it was already getting dark. And while we were waiting for everybody to get on board, it got darker and darker. Everybody seemed to be really tired from their day in the sun, because I saw nobody talking or anything. Everybody moved very slowly.

But about twenty minutes later, everybody was back on the boat. This time, Mom was standing next to two other women. The unattractive guy with the beer belly was nowhere to be seen. So I guess this time nobody would hit Mom in the back. I realized that Mom wasn’t going to sit down this time.

When the engine started, the noise seemed even louder than this morning. And then the boat slowly started to move away from the dock. As before, everybody was facing to the inside of the boat, with their heads turned, looking out onto the ocean.

And then slowly, the dock disappeared and with it, the light of the bulb, which was mounted on the dock. And soon we were surrounded by darkness. We did see the dark waves and the lights coming from the shore, but on the inside of the boat, it was pretty dark.

Like everybody else, I was pretty tired. I thought about closing my eyes, but then I saw that Mom was moving.

“I have to sit down again, okay?”

I didn’t know what to say.

“Yeah, sure.”

I quickly rolled up the legs of my bathing shorts. I thought, if there was more material between Mom and me, I wouldn’t feel all that much. And then I leaned back.

Mom slightly turned and then sat down on my lap. Nobody around us cared. And then Mom took off her huge sun hat, it was dark, so she didn’t need it anymore, and put it down on her lap.

And then, the boat picked up speed.

That morning, almost fifteen minutes passed until Mom sat down on my lap. This time, it didn’t even take two minutes. So we pretty much had the entire ride ahead of us.

And this time, it was even harder to think about anything else. It was so dark, that I couldn’t watch the other people. There was only one thing I could concentrate on: Mom’s ass on my lap. And what can I say… I was horny all day… it was completely dark out… and I had all day to think about what happened that morning… so within three minutes, my dick got hard.

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Cindy part 7: The Work Goes On.

In the next three weeks, I had only gotten to fuck mum about four or five times and Claire practically everynight. In those times mum let both of us sleep her bed, Claire and I both making love to her. The other nights, mum was to exhausted from the heavy work load she had taken on at the office where she worked to gain extra money doing overtime. Mum and Claire had both told me of the times they had come into my room and suck me off. Claire even showed me the tape she had in her room of the only time she had recorded her late night cock sucking session with me, you could even see mum’s shadow in the back ground watching.

Marge had come around two more times. Once when I had just finishing fucking Claire up the ass over the table and the other time I was doing my school homework assignments. Each time I had Claire taping my fuck session with Marge and paid me the six hundred for fucking her twice on each session. With each session ending in Marge swallowing my load of cum in a glass of wine. I naturally gave Claire a hundred dollars for being my camera girl and fucked her straight after Marge had kissed us both goodbye. Each time Claire had managed to get two step up the stairs before I had her skirt or jeans around her ankles and was fucking her doggie style up the ass or in the pussy.

When Claire had her period, her ass became my favorite spot. A few times I chased her around the back yard which ended up with her begging me to take it easy on her ass as I fucked her against a massive big pine tree we have in our backyard.

I really hadn’t thought about Cindy since I was having to much fun fucking mum and Claire until one day when she finally did ring us. Calire had answered it as I had just finished filling her ass with a load of cum and was poking it at her mouth as she was trying to speak.

“Yeah Cindy…….ah-ha….yep…..what do you mean “what am I doing”…..nope….ah-ha……mmmmmm……sucking on my brother’s cock okay” Claire said as she sucked and licked at my cock.

“Come on around…..no…..look he’ll be gone in about two minutes….if you want, you can come around and we’ll talk okay…..yeah see you soon….yep…love you too…bye” Claire said licking the rest of my cum my cock.

“What wrong with her” I asked feeling was going on between Cindy and my sister.

“For your ears only, Cindy and I have been lover ever since 9th grade, with the occasional fling with Rhonda but always with Cindy….she’s been thinking of you alot lately with help from me of course” Claire said sitting opposite me at the table.

“Okay, why has she been thinking of mealot lately sis” I asked feeling there was another secret that was being kept from me.

“Look it’s been great having you fucking me every second of the day and you know I’ll never say no to you but…..”.

“Yeah…..but…..what”.

“Ryan my ass and my pussy are sore, you maybe able to take it but I need a rest, Cindy and I have never had this much sex in a whole month with what you and I have had in a whole day, yesterday you fucked me four times in my cunt and twice up my ass, day before that, you fucked me three times in my cunt and six times in the ass…..I love you very much so don’t get me wrong…..it’s just I need to rest, I can’t keep having you fuck me stupid and keep Cindy as my lesbian lover” Claire said holding my hand to see if I had gotten her meaning.

“You want me to slow down on you so you can have enough energy to make love to Cindy….right” I said hoping that was what she was meaning.

“Yes, Cindy and I haven’t made love in two weeks because everytime I go over there I fall asleep on her, she’s starting to ask me if I don’t love her anymore and if there was another girl…..look Ryan, who two are the best that’s ever happened to me, you know how I feel about my geek and the freak in his pants, I love you both but I love Cindy too”.

“She doesn’t know about us and our family secret, does she”.

“No…I did want to tell her that I wanted a man to join our lesbian lifestyle, just to satisfy the other half of my sexual craving, until…..I found out from her what you had done at the school prom…..that’s when…..”.

“When you let me fuck you, I didn’t rape you because that’s what you wanted me to do…..right”.

“Yes”.

“And now you want me to fuck Cindy as well….is that correct sis” I asked finally falling over the plans she had set out.

I didn’t know what to think, I was always in control of my life, now for the last three or four weeks, both mum and Claire have had plans for me and to my financial relief, Marge as well. Since my last fuck with her I have had another woman ringing me up to make an appointment, which was next week Saturday when her husband wasn’t home.

“What will her sister think…..have you planned for me to fuck her fethiye escort as well” I said feeling a little jealousy creeping in.

“Hell no….she hates you, everyone knows that….she hates men period, it’s not your fault” Claire said seeing the hurt I felt for someone as beautiful as Rhonda.

“I even had to stop her from coming over here, just as well you were out probaly collecting your video gear from school when she did get by me and Cindy or she would of really killed you”.

“Why”.

“Because she heard Cindy tell me of what you did, from fucking her pussy to cumming in her ass and of the gentlemenly thing of helping her dress afterwards……look, Cindy likes you more than anything, I know that…..she use to talk about you whenever she saw you…..plus I know the way you looked at her when she came over last…..get a good flash of her g-string knickers…..trust me…..look she be over any minute, I’ll tell your out and won’t be long, you walk in on us making love and you can fuck us both, then she’ll be both of ours” Claire said breaking down my urge to say “no, that I only wanted her and mum as my sex slaves.

I had wanted Cindy from the first time I had seen her and her pom poms at school but knew that her being a cheerleader and me being a geek, it would never work out. I suppose being obsessed with her her and her beautiful body made me think of the plan to put lime juice in the refreshment bowl at the school prom, making everyone who drank it want to go to the toilet. That’s how i got my chance to fuck her. And my sister was right, I had waited till everyone went home before going back to school to collect the video cameras I had planted around the wooded area of the gym. I had some really good shots of Cindy ass, tits and pussy and one good shot of her face as my cock slid up her ass.

“Okay but I want this down on tape” I said knowing this would go good with the other tape of Cindy.

“I thought you were going to say that….I would of suggested myself” Claire said smiling.

Claire and I set up the camera’s we need in her bedroom and in the toilet. She wanted to make sure was horny as hell and craving for sexual release when it came my turn to fuck her.

The stage set, just in the nick of time. Claire knocked on the door and my sister let her in. I had kept out of sight with my camcorder but in sight to film them both.

“Ryan’s not home is he” Cindy asked after Claire had pulled her through the door and started to kiss her deeply on the mouth.

“No, he’ll be back later…..just you and me in a empty house” Claire began to sing as she kissed Cindy repeatedly on th lips.

They both went into kissing each other madly. Something I had never seen two woman do. Claire’s hands were up Cindy’s shirt, massaging her breasts while the other was up Cindy’s skirt and inside her knickers, massaging Cindy’s pussy. Cindy of course was trying to keep us with my sister but couldn’t get her hands anywhere near Claire’s tits or pussy, so she had to be satisfied with holding and squeezing Claire’s ass.

Claire pushed Cindy against the bench and pulled her skirt off, throwing it over her shoulder before pulling Cindy’s knickers off. They also went over my sister’s shoulder before Claire dove face first into Cindy’s pussy. Cindy let out a gasp and held onto my sister’s head, raising one leg off the floor for Claire to have better access to her pussy. I crept around the corner to get a better shot of my sister’s eating pussy and got some close up of Cindy’s face, gasping and squeezing her eyes shut. Claire even moved enough for me to get a good shot of Cindy’s brownish blonde pussy as Claire traced her tongue over Cindy’s swelling clit.

Claire left Cindy panting and wanting more as she led Cindy over to the table and laid her out flat. Cindy’s head thrashed from side to side as my sister attack her pussy again with her tongue.

“Oh god…..oh god….eat me Claire….eat my pussy…..make me cum” Cindy moaned but my sister wasn’t going to let her.

Claire waved her arm in my direction to move before grabbing Cindy hands and pulled her off the table and led her into the lounge where she tore off Cindy’s shirt and bra before pushing Cindy onto the couch. Claire then proceeded to do a slow striptease for Cindy. You could tell Cindy was burning with lust and desire for my sister and when Claire moved her naked pussy up to Clindy’s face, she dove for it. Claire had to grab Cindy’s head and keep control of her as Cindy tried to force her face between my sister’s legs.

“Claire….please….please let me eat your pussy…..please” Cindy whined trying to pull my sister’s hot pussy towards her face.

“Patience honey, patience” Claire said letting the tip of Cindy’s tongue glide slowly up and down the inside of my sister’s pussy.

“That’s alanya escort it Cindy, nice and slow my baby, nice and slow….yes run your tongue over my clit…..that’s the way…..uuuhhh yes….give it a suck…..oh my baby…..feels good” Claire moaned.

I was getting some great shots. Cindy’s tongue licking at my sister’s pussy while two of her finger slid very slowly in and out of her pussy.

“Not yet” Claire said pulling Cindy’s hand of from between her legs when she caught Cindy finger fucking herself.

“Oh please…I want to cum….I need to cum” Cindy moaned as Claire held Cindy’s face in her hands.

What happened next really stunned me. Claire raised her hand and brought in down onto the side of Cindy face with an almight smack. Cindy’s eyes watered but she didn’t move her head once from my sister’s hands.

“Be a good girl or you won’t get pussy” Claire growled rubbing her hand on Cindy’s reddening cheek.

“Yes my love” Cindy sobbed laying her hand to either side of her hips and went back to slowly licking at Claire’s clit and pussy.

My sister let Cindy lick her for another five minutes before she indicated to me that she was heading Cindy towards the stairs. She just gave me enough time to scramper quietly up the stairs and into my room to activate my video remotes. I watched on the screen as Claire led Cindy into the bathroom where she got Cindy into the bath and start to give her a cold shower. You could hear Cindy gasping and jump slightly when the water hit her hot pussy.

“Bloody hell” I said to myself as I watch Claire slowly insert the nozzle of the shower handle into Cindy’s pussy.

Cindy moaned and graon as the water cassaded from her pussy. She even had an orgasm, moaning out loud as Claire pumped the nozzle in and out of her pussy. Claire then bent Cindy over and proceeded to her ass, spraying the water directly onto her asshole before reaching forward and slipping two fingers into Cindy’s ass.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMM” Cindy moaned loudly as Claire pumped her fingers in and out of her ass.

“You’ve been a bad girl for coming when you’re meant to, do you know what means don’t slave” Claire said making me a little confused.

“Yes….I couldn’t help it…..Please don’t punish me…..please”Cindy moaned as Claire led her dripping wet body out of the bathroom and into her room.

I switched over cameras and watched Cindy plead with Claire as she was bound to the bottom of Claire’s bed. Claire then opened a bottom draw and pulled out a thick leather strap.

“Oh please….please….I’ll be a good girl….please don’t beat me” Cindy sobbed when she saw Claire raise the belt above her head.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHH” Cindy cried as the first blow came in contact with her ass.

“AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH” Cindy cried again but this time she braced herself for the next downward fall.

“Oooooooohhhhhh…..please…….more……please” Cindy sobbed as tears streamed from her eyes.

The beating she was getting off my sister made me feel sorry for her but also made me horny as hell when she begged Claire for more.

Claire put a chair under Cindy’s body so it stopped her from collapsing, tying her legs and ankles to the side. She then hopped in front of Cindy face and made her lick her pussy while she was still bound to the bed.

“Oh now don’t you feel better my love, all that pent up frustration with that bitch of a sister of yours is all gone now isn’t it” Claire said as she combed her fingers through Cindy’s hair.

That was the que she told me to wait for, so I stripped off my clothes and walked quitly into my sister’s room and stood behind Cindy’s dark reddening ass while she licked and sucked at my sister’s pussy.

“She’s all yours” Claire said putting her legs over Cindy’s shoulders so she couldn’t move her head to see who Claire was talking too.

“Ah….who is it….what’s going on….Claire tell me, who’s there please…….whooooooooo” Cindy moaned as I slipped my cock right into her asshole and thrusting inwards as hard as I could until all my cock was buried in Cindy’s asshole.

“OOOOOOOHHHHHH GEEEEZZZZUUUUUSSSSS” Cindy screamed as I pumped my cock in and out of her unsuspecting ass.

“Suck baby….suck” Claire said pushing Cindy’s face back between her legs.

Claire smiled at me before leaning back on the bed to let Cindy have full access to her pussy with her tongue while I happily pounded away at Cindy’s ass.

Cindy moaned and graoned and even came again, squirting her juices onto my legs. For a slim beautiful girl, Cindy had one hell of an ass. Mum had terrific muscle control in her pussy but Cindy had awesome muscle control in her ass. She would crunch her asscheeks together as I was pulling out and relax them again as I thrusted manavgat escort my cock back in. She even started to push against me and her moan became louder and louder as another orgasm began to rock through her body. I pulled out of Cindy’s ass and sat back on the chair and watched my sister thrash her head from side to side as Cindy went crazy on her pussy with her mouth.

“Eat me baby, eat me” Claire kept calling out, grabbing handfuls of Cindy’s hair and pushing her harder on to her pussy.

Claire kept of wriggling her pussy and ass in front of my face until I stood up and rammed my cock into her pussy. Cindy let out a loud moan an grunted with each thrust I made into her pussy. We kept going like that for another half hour or so.

Cindy and Claire having orgasm after orgasm while I stopped to rest before I continued fucking Cindy’s ass or pussy. It wasn’t until mum had gotten home that I finally blew my load into Cindy’s ass. Giving her one powerful thrust into her ass as I unload my cum deep in her anal passage.

“So you two have been keeping yourself busy I see” mum said looking at her daughter spread-eagled on the bed while I sat behind Cindy ass on the chair.

“You poor girl” Mum said walking up to Cindy bound naked body and untied her from the chair I sat on and from the bed.

“My goodness child, you look exhausted” mum said looking into Cindy’s eyes and face as she helped her onto the bed next to Claire.

“Mmmmmmm” was all Cindy said as she wrapped her arms around Claire neck and fell asleep. Claire wasn’t to far behind her, dropping off to sleep once she cuddled her naked body next to Cindy’s.

“Grab your gear and let them sleep, you two have woren that poor girl out, you should be ashamed of yourselves” mum whispered as she helped me pick up my camera gear.

“It was all Claire’s idea” I said kissing mum on the lips.

“Cheeky bastard” mum repied when I pushed my hand against her pubic mound.

“Horny bitch” I said when mum grabbed my limp cock, giving it a squeeze when I walked past her.

“Who’s the horny bitch, you’re the one who’s selling his cock for cash” mum said pushing me onto my bed and climbing on top of me.

“At least I’m helping out…ever since you kicked dad out” I said pulling her skirt up so I had a view of the silky white pair of g-string knickers she wore.

“Well…..at least I still have a cock that keeps me satisfied” mum said lifting my harding cock up to her pussy and slipping it easily in her hot cunt when I pulled the crotch of her knickers aside.

“My cock is always free for you” I moaned as mum impaled herself on my cock.

“Oooooohhhhhh god, how I needed this toady son……fuck….for some reason….. I’ve been as horny as hell……not even a quick banana split didn’t work” mum moaned as she rocked back and forth on my cock.

“What…..banana…..split” I asked pulling mum’s shirt open and pulling her bra over her tits so I could suck on her nipples as she ground her pussy on top of my cock.

“I….used….a…..banana…..from….caroline’s…..lunch….box….and…..fucked…..myself……..in…..the…….toilet” mum moaned as she rode my cock hard and fast.

I couldn’t help but start to laugh as I thought of mum squattering on the toilet, her skirt up around her waist, her knickers around her ankles and her pumping a banana in and out of her pussy.

“What are you laughing about…..oh for christ sakes Ryan…..stop laughing…..I can’t concentrate on cumming if you’re laughing about…..me and my banana” mum moaned sending me off on another fit of laughter.

“Oh for christ sakes, I give up” mum said grinding her pussy down onto my cock.

“I’m sorry mum……really but just thinking of you and your banana” I said cracking up laughing again.

This time mum had had enough. She got up off me, cock making a slopping noise as It slipped out of her hot pussy. She began to walk toward to the door when I grabbed her and pulled her back onto the bed.

“What…ready to give me what I want nowwwwww” mum moaned when I pulled her knickers to one side again and rammed my cock back inside her hot tigh cunt.

“I’m….always…ready…to…give…you…what…you….want…..mother” I grunted thrusting my cock hard and fast in and out of her pussy.

“Ooooooohhhhhh…..that’s……much……better” mum grunted ramming her pussy back onto my cock meeting my thrust halfway.

Mum and I fucked long and hard, both of us sweating like mad.

“Ooooohhhh….son harder…….please……harder son” mum moaned arching her back up off the bed as I pounded in and out of her pussy.

“OOOOOOOHHHHHH FUCK…….FUCK……FUCK ME SON…..I’M CUMMINGGGGG” mum cried out bucking her hips up and down on the bed, grinding her pussy onto my cock.

“I’m cumming too mum…..I’m cummmmmiiiinnnngggg tttooooo”I moan releasing a flood of cum into her hot pussy.

“Oh cum with me son……cum in me” mum moaned digging her fingernails into my ass, holding me tightly as I blew load after load of cum into mum’s pussy.

Mum and I lay in each others arms for awhile, exploring each others bodies with our hands, brfore getting up for dinner.

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I’ve been around nude women nearly my entire life. Since I was 3 years old my mother worked as an exotic dancer for the High Five Gentleman’s Club. There was a special room in the back for the kids of the dancers in case they couldn’t get anybody to watch them while they worked. But it was me who was mostly there. They thought that I never saw them dancing or getting undressed backstage, but I had my ways of seeing them. Sometimes I saw my mother dance on stage. Of course back then I was too young to enjoy the sight of naked women. But the memory of all those women are still sketched in my brain.

My mother had me when she was 16. My father, I still don’t know who he is, decided to run away instead of taking the responsibility of his actions. She moved out of her parents house a couple of years later because she got tired of hearing them lecturing her about her ‘mistake,’ which was me. She worked a bunch of minimum wage jobs, but none paid well enough to take care of us both. Eventually she did some bartending for a couple of bars, then to the High Five Club. She started dancing when she realized that that was where the real money was. A few years later she started dating the club owner, he was a real nice guy, I was glad that she married him. But five years later he died of a heart attack and left the club to her.

She’s just the manager now, but every now and then she dances again for old time sakes. she was 38 years old now, but still looks hot as she was when she had me. She had long, light brown hair, very thin body, you can see her ribs, a nice pair of 38D tits which were real unlike some of the other dancers, and an ass that any guy would want to stick his dick into. I know this, because I’m one of those guys bursa escort that want to stick his dick into her. For years now I’ve been fantasizing about her, I know its unnatural for me to have these feelings, but how can I resist her. I try to shake the thoughts out of my head but I can’t.

One night, at around 2:30 a.m., I was with her all by ourselves cleaning up after a rowdy night. She was dressed in her usual managers uniform, which was a tight pair of black pants, and a sleeveless black shirt that tied in the middle but still showed an amazing amount of cleavage. How can I not be turned on by that? I worked there in the summers and on some weekends, we often stay alone together after the club closes to clean up, and sometimes just to talk over drinks. She danced that night for the first time in maybe a year and a half. She was still as good on stage as she ever was, but I was teasing her a bit and said she was loosing her touch.

“How can you say that?” she asked

“I’ve seen you dance here nearly a hundred times, but today you weren’t that good as before,” I said. Although I was just playing around with her, she really was good tonight.”

“I can’t believe you said that. Are you saying I don’t have what it takes anymore?”

I didn’t reply, I just smiled and shrugged my shoulders, getting her good and angry. I often did this to her just to joke around with her, I’m surprised she hasn’t caught on to that yet.

She gave me a cold angry stare, she was definitely mad. I was gonna tell her that I was kidding around, but then she made that look as if she was planning something and got me curious of what she was thinking.

“Come with me,” çanakkale escort she said grabbing my hand and taking me upstairs towards the couch dancing rooms.

“What are you doing?” I asked, although I had a good guess.

“You’ll see,” she said.

We entered the doors to the couch dancing room and let me to a red couch all the way to the end and made me sit down. I was a bout to speak but she to me to be quiet. She said that she was gonna prove to me that she still got what it takes, and she wasn’t gonna let me go until she finished. I knew better than to argue with her, although this time I was very excited of what was about to happen.

The music was still playing in the background with the volume turned down by half. She often kept it on when she was cleaning at nights. I was sitting on the soft plush couch, leaned down a bit, with my legs wide open like how you do with most exotic dancers when receiving a lap dance. She began by dancing in front of me, touching her tits and crotch. She looked at me with a sexy look that all dancers give there men in this room. After a few minutes she sat down on my legs, gyrating her hips around my groin. her tits were right in front of my face, I had the urge to stick my face in them but resisted. I got one of the biggest erections that I ever had, and she could feel it against her pussy. She then untied her shirt and flung it off. She was now wearing a very sexy black lacy bra. She then grabbed my head stuck it between those huge tits of hers. This was a dream come true. My hands were now on her back to keep her tits in my face.

“Take off the bra,” she said. I tried to find the latch, but it wasn’t rize escort there.

“No,” she said. “It’s in the front, use your mouth.”

And I did. I found the latch with my mouth, and used my teeth and tongue to undo it. Her bra snapped right open and I threw it right off of her. I grabbed her tits with my hands now, squeazing them, and sucking on the nipples.

She then pulled my head up and started kissing my passionately on the mouth. I almost couldn’t believe it. I was making out with my own mother. We did this for several minutes before she moved downwards to my pants. She unzipped it and pulled it down a little along with my underwear. My dick shot right up into her face, and she seemed surprised. She started rubbing the shaft with her hand, looking up at me with a smile as she did this.

After a while she stuck it between her tits and rubbed it between them. It felt great, I never fucked a woman’s tits before. And finally, she started licking the head of my erection, and kissing it with her lips. And then in one huge swallow she took all 8 inches of it into her mouth. Her lips were tightly sealed around the shaft, she bobbed her head up and down faster and faster. My hands were on her head guiding her motions. After 10 minutes I felt the need to cum, but resisted as long as I could to keep this moment going. But after another 10 minutes I warned her that I couldn’t hold on any longer and had to cum. It shot out like a volcano with stream after stream of my warm juices. She swallowed it all and sucked it dry.

After it was over she stood up. She scooped up the cum that was coming off the side of her mouth with her finger and licked it off. I handed her shirt and bra, and she put them back on. I still sat there with my pants down, still in disbelief over what happened. She bent down and gave me another soft kiss on the mouth.

“Don’t ever say that I don’t have what it takes anymore ever again,” she said. And gave me another kiss. She walked away and left me there to think about what had just happened.

To Be Continued…Maybe

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The next day I went to school and struggled through my classes. Spring break was coming up and I couldn’t wait. After school I went by the coffee shop where Julie and I had met, but she wasn’t there. I went home and found mom making a big dinner. She seemed happier, but still avoided direct eye contact whenever possible. We talked about the weather and school and then Rhonda got home just as mom put the food on the table. Mom and Julie drank most of a bottle of wine and I had a couple of beers. Mom kept most of the conversation light and fun. There were a few awkward silences, but overall, we joked and talked like we used to do. It was comforting to me and I could tell it helped Rhonda immensely.

Back in my room, I looked for 1HotTigress with no luck. I sent her an off-line message asking if everything was okay and waited for several minutes to see if she would respond, but she never did. Julie was on-line and we chatted for a little bit and asked me again about Friday. I promised her I would be over. She asked me if I had thought more about the backseat of her SUV and I told her I had. Truth was I had jerked off thinking about it the night before. She said she was very anxious to have my cock inside her again. She turned on her web cam and flashed me her tits and asked me if she should get a stud for her tongue. I told her her tongue was fine without one, but that it was up to her. Looking at her tits and talking about blow jobs I got all excited and jerked off into a t-shirt. She seemed quite happy that she was able to get me so excited.

Friday came and I stopped by a local watering hole with one of my old high school friends. My afternoon was free, so we had a few beers then I went home. It was a warm day and mom had the front and back door open with the screens up on the screen doors. Upstairs, my bedroom door was open. I walked carefully into my room and saw mom had come in and opened the window. I stepped on a t-shrit on the floor and realized it was one I had cum in the other night. I wondered if mom had seen it. Then I turned and saw my lap top was turned on. The laptop was password protected, but I definitely remembered turning it off before I left for the day. Had mom been checking out my room? Had she tried to get online and see where I had been surfing?

Mom was out back drinking a beer and taking in some sun. I asked how she was doing and she said “Fine.” She then said she had ordered a couple of pizza’s and thought that she might go out for a bit after we ate. She didn’t look at me, she kind of spoke toward the house, but she never really looked at me. Rhonda came home just about the time the pizzas came. She grabbed a couple of slices, changed clothes and took off again. Mom left the house about seven and I went to see Julie. I had about six condoms in my room and I took five with me.

Julie wasn’t feeling great and hinted that she was getting her period. So, we watched a movie and then she gave me a hand job. It was her idea and she insisted that she at least do that for me. After the hand job she said I should go and that we’d get together on Sunday. I left, feeling a bit uncertain and more than a little awkward, but Julie assured me it was just he approaching period. We talked on Saturday and on Sunday, but we didn’t get together. She said by Wednesday she’d be over her issues and then we would be able to have more fun.

Mom seemed to avoid Rhonda and I and the house all together. I didn’t see her all weekend. On Sunday morning when mom left the house, Rhonda came running into my room naked and jumped on me. In no time at all we were both naked and I was inside of her. Rhonda was nearly screaming about needing sex. I worried the neighbors would hear, but she didn’t care.

Afterwards, we laid side by zonguldak escort side, both of us staring at the ceiling of my bedroom. Finally I said, “We have to be careful. I think mom’s spying on me.”

“You too?” My sister said then groaned, “I’d kill for a cigarette right now.”

“I didn’t think you smoked.”

Rhonda shrugged, “Sometimes. Especially when I’m tense.”

“I thought that was what the sex was for. To relax.” I replied.

Rhonda smiled, “Yeah, that took the edge off.” She elbowed me, “Some girl’s gonna marry you for that cock of yours.”

I grinned, a little embarrassed, then thought about what Rhonda had said. “Mom’s spying on you?”

“Yeah. She had gone through my room about a week ago. Said she was looking for her hair brush.”

“You confronted her on it?”

Rhonda sat up in bed, “I fucking caught her. She was looking at my laptop and digging in my desk.”

“She was in my room, turned my laptop on.”

Rhonda laid back down. “She’s confused about things. I really think I need to talk to her.”

“About sex?”

“About everything. Dad, sex, her feelings, her desires; she’s got too many hangups.”

“Maybe that’s why dad left.”

“You mean, you think she was a prude?”

I looked at my sister, she looked young again, younger than me at that moment. Kind of wide-eyed and wistful looking. “I found a couple of dad’s old VHS tapes when I was in high school. I think he was looking for someone who’d be more adventurous.”

Rhonda sat up again. “It wasn’t like kinky stuff, was it?” She shuddered.

“No. Threesomes, some light bondage, anal sex. Stuff like that.”

Rhonda sighed, “Mom wouldn’t have been up for that. I think she was the straight, missionary position and maybe a blowjob type of wife.”

“A long time ago, I remember dad and mom fighting over something that happened and dad said that if she could use her mouth for sucking like she used for talking, she’d be a pro.”

Rhonda stood up from the bed and picked up one of my t-shirts. She pulled the t-shirt on, it hung down to her thighs. “Mom was inexperienced. Dad’s a prick.”

I didn’t know what to think. I rolled to my stomach and into the wet spot on the bed. “Seems like she’s been trying to ‘loosen up’ with those movies she’s got.” I stood up and picked up the cum t-shirt from the floor and wiped the cum and pussy juice off of my cock and thigh.

“She’s still –” Rhonda moaned. “She’s just such a — a stick in the mud. If she’d just loosen up. If she’d let me eat her pussy or let someone eat her pussy she’d be better off.”

I looked at my sister, her nipples standing out through the t-shirt. She looked pretty damn hot. “She’ not you, Rhonda. She’s not going to change.” I moved closer to my sister and hugged her. “God, we’re such a fucked up family.”

Rhonda nuzzled her face into my neck, “You’re horny again.”

I pulled back and looked at her, “What do you expect? We’re talking about sex, you’re standing her looking like — like you’re so — fuckable.”

“You’re funny.” Rhonda pushed me back. I fell back on the bed. Rhonda pulled the t-shirt off. “I was going to get some breakfast, but…”

I dropped the cum t-shirt and Rhonda dropped to her knees in front of me. She took my cock in her hand and started stroking it. “Bet you’d like to see me and mom sixty-nine each other, wouldn’t you?”

I nodded. “I’ve always wanted to have two women at once.”

Rhonda licked my cock. “That’s what every guy wants. How many can say they’ve had their sister and their mom at the same time.”

My cock was fully hard again. I put my hand on the back of Rhonda’s head and pushed her face down to my cock. “Just suck me, sis.”

Rhonda bursa escort slurped on my cock then pulled back and looked up at me, “You like that idea, don’t you! It turns you on to think about me and mom fucking one another.” She smiled.

I pushed her head back down. “It turns me on to think about you licking mom’s clit while she sucks my cock.”

“Mmmmmm.” Rhonda moaned and pulled off just long enough to say, “That would be so cool.”

“Especially, if she was sucking your pussy juices off my cock.” I said with heavy breath.

Rhonda pulled back and stood over me. “Now my pussy is really wet. You’re going to have to fuck me again.” She had a wild look in her eye as she lowered herself down on to me and started fucking me. Rhonda kissed me hard and then whispered in my ear. “I want to kiss you with mom’s pussy juices on my lips. I want it. I want it.” Rhonda rode me like a crazy woman, “I want to make her cum”. She screamed, continued to ride me until I came shortly after her and then she collapsed on top of me. We laid like that for several minutes, then we heard the front door open. Rhonda jumped off of me and ran out of the room. I got up and shut my bedroom door quietly and crawled back into bed. A few minutes later, I heard mom and Rhonda talking, just a quick conversation then Rhonda was in the shower.

When I went downstairs mom was making breakfast and talking on her cell phone to a friend. It seemed that once again, Rhonda and I had escaped detection. Mom smiled at me and continued what she was doing. Rhonda came down the stairs a few minutes later and said she was going shopping before she went to work. I thought about the conversation Rhonda and I had had regarding mom. I watched her move about the kitchen, her hair tied up with a ribbon, her eyes bright, she had a bounce in her step. It was the first time in a long time that I had seen her seem so carefree. I went into the living room and turned on the television, that conversation seemed so crazy now.

That night Julie was in the full throws of her period and didn’t want to see me. I went for a drive that night and came home around dinner time. Mom was gone, Rhonda was working, I had the house to myself. I got online and searched for the Tigress, but knew I wouldn’t find her. I turned the laptop off just as mom got home. Apparently, she had been out on a date. I heard the guy at the front door asking if he could come in, but she said no. I went to the top of the stairs and saw the guy lean in and kiss mom full on the mouth. As they kissed, his hand came up and massaged her breast. Mom pulled back. “Let’s go slow, Tom.” He leaned in again to kiss her, but she put a hand on his chest and pushed him back. He said something to her, she laughed and shook her head, no. They said goodnight, she gave him a kiss on the cheek and then closed the door.

I came down the stairs. “A date?”

Mom smiled and looked shyly away. “Yes, just a dinner date.”

“He likes you.”

“How much did you see?” She stopped and looked at me as I descended the stairs.

“I just saw you kiss him goodbye and close the door.”

Mom nodded as if that was okay then headed back to the kitchen. “He wanted to come in.”

I looked mom over, she was dressed in a long skirt and a sleeveless top. She looked great. “He must really like you.”

“Yeah, I suppose.”

I followed her into the kitchen. She pulled a bottle of chardonnay out of the refrigerator and poured herself a glass. I grabbed a beer. “It must be tough dating again.” I said.

She nodded and sipped the wine. “It’s odd.”

I leaned against the counter and looked her over again, she was wearing a push up bra that caused malatya escort the tops of her tits to stick out of the v-neck top. “You’ll get the hang of it. It’s good you’re getting out there. I don’t think there’s a lot of good looking women your age out there.”

Mom blushed and gulped her wine. “And you? Are you dating?” She looked away.

“Yeah,” I shrugged, “There’s a girl I met.”

“Good.” Mom looked out the kitchen window. “You can’t just study and stay home all the time.” She looked back at me as if she was going to ask a question then sipped her wine and looked out the window again. “I actually met Tom at the grocery store — I knew him from years ago. I never had to use that website thing.”

“Well, I met Julie in a chat room.”

Mom turned toward me, “Chat room? You met her in a chat room?” Her words were almost an accusation.

I shrunk back, “Yeah, no big deal. Everyone uses them.”

Mom looked down into her wine glass. She seemed suddenly flustered. “Which chat room do you use?”

I gave her the name of one of the basic chat rooms and thought about the fact that she had used chat rooms as well. “It’s a site that a lot of college students go on.” I lied.

She continued to look down into her glass. “You – you have to be careful with those sites, you know.”

“I’m safe. It’s not like I’m using it to — well, to just ‘hook up’.” I lied again.

Mom downed the rest of her wine. “That’s good.” She poured herself a fresh glass keeping her back to me. “I’ve heard stories that people go on there — just for that. To ‘hook up’.”

I looked away, “Yeah, I know. It’s all cool.”

“You know, honey,” mom said softly, “We all do things we’re not exactly proud of, but sometimes we do things because we’re trying to find our way. We’re trying to find what we want and who we are.”

I looked at her oddly, “I suppose.”

“I know I’ve been…out of sorts lately and quiet. I’m just figuring things out. I’m just finding — finding me.” She reached out and patted me on the shoulder, “So, you know, if I’m different or if I seem different or do different things, I’m just trying to… figure things out. Okay?”

I nodded, “Sure mom.” Though, truth was I didn’t know what she was saying. Then mom came closer and hugged me hard.

“I love you, Rick.” She kissed my cheek.

I hugged her back, “I love you, too, mom.”

She pulled away and drank a little wine. “I just…” Her eyes seemed to zero in on my waist. “You just have to live and – and be happy, right?”

Mom and I looked at each other, her eyes were full of questions. Just then Rhonda came through the front door. Mom seemed to breathe a sigh of relief for the intrusion. Rhonda hurried into the kitchen and dug through the refrigerator searching for the left over pizza. Mom and I watched Rhonda inhale a piece of pizza and drink some of mom’s chardonnay right out of the bottle. We did the obligatory small talk, then mom excused herself and poured the remainder of the wine into her glass and went off to her bedroom.

As mom disappeared up the stairs, Rhonda looked to me, “What’s up? How’s she doing?”

“She had a date.”

Rhonda smiled devilishly, “She get laid?”

“He wanted it, but she kind of brushed him off.” I whispered.

Rhonda smiled more, “Good. I don’t want her just jumping into bed with just anyone.”

I considered this for a moment, “I don’t think you have to worry about that. How’s she been? I’ve hardly seen her.”

Rhonda opened the refrigerator again and looked inside, “Good, I guess. She’s been good.”

Something seemed strange, mom’s odd words to me and her avoiding looking me in the eyes, now Rhonda was awkward. “Did you guys talk? Did you clear the air?”

Rhonda moved a couple of things around in the fridge then came out with a couple of pieces of celery and a beer. “Yeah, we’re good.”

“Really?” I asked. I wondered how that conversation went. “I mean, you apologized or talked about everything?”

Rhonda opened the beer, “Yeah, yeah, we talked. It’s all good.”

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It’s been a long hiatus. I just fell out of the habit of writing, and there was always one reason or another to put off picking it back up again. I’ve had to think long and hard about where I’d like these charaters to go. I’ve always had an idea of the end goal, but drawing the line between point A and point B has proven to be the hard part.

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Dawn.

The sun finally began to peek over the rim of the Sierra Nevada mountains, bathing the valley below in a fiery orange glow. As it lifted inexorably higher it began shining through windows, warming brows and lifting the fog of sleep from innumerable slumbering forms.

Tanner Macallister opens his eyes a crack, reflexively lifting his hand to shield them from the sudden intrusion of brightness coming through his window. He rolls over languidly, propping himself up on his elbows as he scratches his chest, yawning. As he waits for his sleep-numbed brain to boot up, he absently licks his lips. The flavors that linger there bring the memories of the previous night back in a rush….

A black-clad vixen kneeling in the midst of a restaurant

Massive breasts overflowing the cups of a red dress, jiggling enticingly

A pair of hungry mouths feasting on him

Flashes of brilliant white fabric aglow under a black light.

His buxom daughter wilting in his lap as she orgasms

A new lover’s nails rasping against his back as jets of his semen flood her depths.

Tanner swings his legs over the side of the bed, feeling the bedroom carpet between his toes as he flexes them. Hauling himself to his feet, he decides that a nice hot shower would be the perfect way to start his day. He momentarily considers rousting the girls out of bed, but decides not to. They could probably use the rest after the previous night. Besides, a man does some of his best thinking in the shower, and having one or both of the girls there would virtually ensure that little thinking would take place.

Tanner enters his master bathroom, his bare feet making almost no noise on the polished tile floor. He reaches into the oversized walk-in shower and spins the knob for the hot water.

Nothing happens. Not a trickle. Puzzled, Tanner spins the knob all the way around and back, with no water issuing forth. He checks the cold knob, which works. He tries the hot knob again, nothing.

Mildy perplexed, Tanner decides that the guest bathroom will work in a pinch. It won’t be as roomy, but solitude is solitude. The bathroom was also Josie’s before she left for college, being the only one besides Tanner’s on the upper floor.

Tanner picks up one of his soft, oversized towels from the rack by the shower door, and exits his room, making a mental note to call a plumber. He goes down the hall towards the guest bath. Both of the girl’s doors are still closed. Smiling to himself, he passes them both and enters the guest bathroom. It is smaller, and more sparsely decorated than his own. Instead of an oversized, glass doored, custom walk-in shower with enought room to hold four comfortably and a built in shelf for seating, the guest bath has a standard bathtub with an opaque navy blue shower curtain.

This time Tanner is rewarded with a rush of water from the hot tap, and he spins both dials to the desired temperature, which for him is hot enough to redden his skin. Steam begins to plume almost immediately.

Tanner drops his towel onto the counter and steps in. The rush of hot water over his skin envigorates him, and as he soaps himself up his mind drifts to the girls.

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Veronica Summers opens her eyes.

The room swims into focus, slightly blurry due to the lingering effects of the wine she imbibed the night before. Fortunately, there is no headache to nag at her.

Ronnie pulls herself up on one hand, her white t-shirt loose around her otherwise naked form. She runs her tongue over her braces, smacking her lips and rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

Coffee. Yeah, coffee is first.

She climbs from the bed, legs slightly wobbly. She feels a familiar twinge in her pussy, and her mind pulls up the memory of the exquisite fucking from the night before. Grinning to herself, she ambles over to the door and opens it, sticking her head out into the hall.

Craning her head from left to right and back again, she sees no signs of anyone else. With coffee still on the forefront of her mind, she strolls down the hall. As she comes abreast of the closed guest bathroom door, she hears the shower running.

Josie must be up.

And then the idea hits her. A prankster at heart, Ronnie used to occasionally douse Josie with ice cold water while she showered. And it looked like another opportunity had been presented on a silver platter.

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Tanner düzce escort rinses himself off. It seemed like so long ago that he never would have considered his daughter to be a lover, and yet here they are. Tanner finds himself drawn to her physically in a way that he could only compare to Josie’s mother, but he also knows that deep down in his heart, there is more than just lust.

Tanner closes his eyes, remembering how he has arrived at this point. Flashes of his daughter fill his memory.

A tiny red bikini. His cock sandwiched between two mountains of oily titflesh. Heavy ropes of his cum obscuring her grinning features.

Tanner’s cock has already begun to stiffen, and his hand latches onto it almost automatically, stroking it to full size.

Hard nipples poking into a transparent, oil drenched white t-shirt. His daughter’s pink labia parting for the swollen head of his cock for the first time. Her breath hot on his ear as she begs for him to cum inside her.

Tanner’s pace increases, droplets of water from the shower stream flying in all directions as he strokes himself to memories of fucking his little girl.

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Ronnie quickly made her way to the stairs and bounded down them two at a time, holding onto the railing for stability. She crossed the foyer and found her way to the kitchen. Moving with urgency, she began opening cupboards, searching.

There!

She reaches in and pulls out an oversized plastic pitcher. She discards the lid onto the counter, and starts the cold water tap running. As it runs, she goes the the fridge and places the pitcher under the door mounted ice dispenser. She allows it to fill about halfway full, then goes back to the sink.

Ronnie fills the pitcher up with water, the ice crackling as it partially melts and settles. Trying not to giggle she quickly returns upstairs, pitcher braced in her hands to keep it from sloshing. She slowly and quietly tries the knob. Unlocked.

Yes!

She opens the door, noticing the room is filled with steam. Water cascades against the bottom of the tub noisily, obscuring the muted sounds of rhythmic movement within…..

Ronnie holds the pitcher in her right hand, and reaches out for the shower curtain with her left. Once she has a good grip on it, she counts silently to three, and then whips the curtain back while simultaneously bringing her right arm sweeping forward.

“SURPRISE!”

*****************************************Tanner feels the tide rising in his balls, and locks on to the memory of his little girl’s tits bouncing as she sashayed across their back deck in her tiny red bikini for his big finish.

Suddenly a flurry of sound and noise from his right side.

“SURPRISE!”

A deluge of ice cold water and half melted ice cubes slams into Tanner. It strikes him mostly across his heated torso, splashing upwards to his face as well as down over his stomach. It feels like all the synapses in his nervous system short-circuit and seize up. He jerks like he has touched a live wire.

A bellow of confusion and budding rage bursts from his mouth as he throws up his hands in an instictively protective gesture. He turns towards the now gaping shower curtain, his reddening vision seeing the look of mischevous joy on Ronnie’s face as it immediately crumbles into shock.

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Ronnie sees the water splash forward, striking the figure standing in the shower dead center of mass. She immediately realizes that this form is too tall and broad to be Josie. She also sees a hard cock wobbling in the air as it is released from the vice grip it was held in.

Ronnie’s stomach drops down to somewhere near her feet as a roar emerges from Tanner’s mouth. It drops another notch when he turns his eyes upon her.

His striking blue orbs contain a look she’s never before seen from them. One of anger and confusion. His chest heaves as he scowls, fingers curling into claws. She sees a flash of white as he growls words at her through gritted teeth.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing!?”

Ronnie’s mouth moves but no words come. She is frozen in place like a deer, eyes wide and unblinking.

Tanner’s right hand comes up and grips the edge of the shower curtain.

Ronnie’s lizard brain reacts, and she bolts.

And Tanner’s brain reacts in kind. He lurches after her as she darts out the door and turns down the hall towards the guest room. He is hot on her heels as she makes the turn through the door, but she stumbles and falls on the floor next to the bed. She wheels about, sitting flat on her butt, crab walking away until she hits the side of the bed with her back. Tanner is upon her in a moment. He looms over her, cowing her into stillness by his mere physical presence. He edirne escort steps within her personal space, one foot on each side of her extended legs. He leans forward and places one hand on the bedspread on each side of her head. Droplets of water from his hair and face drip down upon her neck and across the gently sloping shelf of her cloth covered tits.

“Answer me, damn it!” He barks, “What the hell were you thinking!?”

Ronnie gulps.

“I’m sorry…..” She stammers, “I thought you were Josie. It was just an accident, I swear.”

Tanner pins her with his gaze.

“Not. Funny.” He says with emphasis.

“I’m sorry.” Ronnie repeats. Her lower lip trembles almost imperceptibly as a wave of guilt washes over her.

And when he sees that slight tremulous movement coupled with her meek demeanor and her wide doe-like eyes, the bulk of Tanner’s anger washes away. His features shift, softening as he straightens up, and suddenly he realizes that his still erect cock is now bobbing in the air in front of Ronnie’s face. And the void left by the anger is immediately filled by a tidal wave of desire.

“No.” He says, voice firm, but far more neutral than before. “But you’re gonna be.”

“Wha-” Ronnie begins.

Tanner reaches out with his left hand and curls it around the back of Ronnie’s neck, clamping on and drawing her head forward as he grips his shaft at the base with his right. He aims it at her lips and the fat purple cockhead rams against them, stifling her words as she momentarily resists.

“Open.” He urges.

He wipes his cockhead across her lips from one side to the other, letting her feel the heat of it. Letting her feel the energy coming off of him.

“Open.” He says again. Despite the firm tone, there is an underlying layer that Ronnie picks up. She’s heard it before. The roles have been established.

Trust.

Ronnie’s lips begin to part as his cock slides towards the corner of her mouth. The friction causes a syrupy pearl of precum to ooze out that connects to the corner of her mouth and then stretches out in a clear line from lip to urethra as he adjusts his course back and begins to push between her softly puckered lips.

Ronnie feels the spongy hot head of his cock press firmly into her tongue and begin to slide back. She relaxes and lets him in, her eyes traveling up his dripping torso to his face. She locks eyes with him and sweeps her tongue back and forth along the base of his cock like a paintbrush. Her cheeks hollow as she applies suction and gazes up at him with demure eyes.

Tanner pumps his straining rod between Ronnie’s pursed lips. She moans deep in her throat as his hands grip her by the head on either side, holding her in place as he fucks her mouth. Suddenly Tanner goes deep, pushing her back firmly against the edge of the bed, his cock burrowing down into her throat, bringing a muted gurgle from her as her nails dig into his ass cheeks. He holds it there, pumping ever so slightly, watching the hot tears begin leaking from the corners of her eyes as her chest starts hitching.

Holding.

Holding.

Her eyes widen, body jerking slightly, her body heaves in an effort to inhale, but no air can pass the thick shaft clogging her throat.

“Muuurghl!” She chokes out.

And Tanner slides back, his thick shaft disgorging from Ronnie’s clenching airway. It is coated with slime and spit, and he immediately begins rubbing it over her face, smearing her cheeks, nose, and chin with shining saliva as her mouth works like a fish, gasping for oxygen while chasing the head of his cock as he teasingly manuevers it out of reach.

“Please.” She hisses, lips finding his cockhead and spreading open to envelop him again. Before she can suck him back into her welcoming orifice, he clamps down on her head again and pops it free. He then grabs her by the hair and forcefully slaps his cock against her face with a muted thwack.

“Uuungh yesssss.” She groans, braces flashing over her clenched teeth. She closes her eyes and allows Tanner to turn her head slowly from one side to the other, his cock slapping her face repeatedly. Every thud of solid flesh against her lips or cheeks or her little button nose brings a quiver to her rapidly juicing pussy.

“Please what?” Tanner says, rubbing his cock over her face. “Please what, you little slut?”

“Please fuck my mouth some more, Sir.” Ronnie says, opening her mouth wide and unfurling her moist tongue, which she wiggles alluringly.

And Tanner obliges. He plunges back into her warm suckling embrace, pumping with quick firm strokes. He goes deeper this time, his cockhead boxing her uvula every time he pushes forward.

Ronnie is in heaven. She relaxes into the forceful intrusion of her throat, whimpering like a lost lamb. One of her hands comes up underneath her shirt to twist and tug her puffy cigar butt nipples as the other drags down the elazığ escort crease between her slick labia. She feels how wet she is already, and dips her fingertips inside to coat them before attacking her trembling clit with a vengeance. It’s so engorged and tingly that the first few moments of contact send mini convulsions through her, causing her to slow slightly and touch more gingerly.

“Hmmmmm. Grghlgh!”

Tanner watches her eyes roll back, and knows what she is doing. He pushes deep again, hearing the air hissing through her flared nostrils taper off mid-breath as he plugs her esophagus again.

Ronnie’s fingers swirl over her clit in rapid circles. She flexes her throat as much as she is able, massaging his thick dripping tool as he keeps her gullet stuffed. Her chest tightens in a familiar way, and she increases the speed of her fingers as her orgasm approaches.

Tanner feels her tensing up, knowing she is moments away. He holds her tight, watching her leaking eyes over her obscenely stretched mouth until they open wide and she starts to tremble.

Tanner pulls his cock from her mouth, her moan of orgasm chasing it up. As she peaks he slaps her face again with his cock, painting her disheveled features with more gooey spit, then tips her head back while lifting the shaft and dropping his balls onto her open mouth, feeling the vibrations of her orgasmic warbling through his sack as she immediately begins slurping and bathing them as messily as she can.

Ronnie nuzzles into his warm heavy sperm pouch as her pussy explodes. Tremulous waves of pleasure cascade over her, and she feels her clenching slit oozing fluid over her flying fingers. She rides the wave, rubbing harder as she rolls Tanner’s balls around her mouth one after the other, before nosing underneath to paint the hypersensitive bundle of nerves under his balls with firm strokes of her tongue.

He moans with approval, holding on tight as her expert ministrations momentarily weaken his knees. Every movement of her tongue against him sends miniature tingles up the length of his shaft. His cock lurches, disgorging another large clear blob of precum. He brings her out from under his balls and points his shaft towards her again. Ronnie sees the blob there and licks it up without hesitation, savoring his flavor.

“Get up.” Tanner growls, reaching down to hook her under the shoulders and haul her to her feet. He pushes her back on the bed, and she giggles as she lands. She spreads her legs wide, exposing the slippery entrance of her sex to his eyes as she reaches down to spread her labia, thinking she is about to be fucked.

Tanner grabs her by one leg and tugs to one side.

“Turn over.” He says. “On your knees and elbows. Lift your ass as high as you can.”

Although somewhat perplexed, Ronnie complies. She raises her pert, pale backside high. She knows her smooth pussy is fully visible, and gives a little back and forth wiggle, waiting for Tanner to roughly impale her with his rigid pole.

But Tanner has other ideas. He reaches out and strokes the smooth flesh of her right butt cheek in small circles.

“You’ve been bad.” He says. “And you need to be punished. So I’m going to spank this little ass red. I’ll give you five hard swats on each cheek.”

Ronnie shudders slightly, equal parts trepidation and anticipation.

“Yes sir.” She replies. She bites her lip and braces as Tanner moves to her left side.

“Here it comes.” He says.

Tanner’s right hand slices through the air in a tight semicircle, his palm held firm and slightly concave. It strikes Ronnie’s right cheek hard, eliciting a crisp smack. Her flesh ripples from the impact, and begins to immediately turn pink, due to how pale she is.

Ronnie gasps. The sting from the blow is considerable. But she also feels her pussy beginning to respond with increased wetness and heat.

Tanner strikes again, this time on the left cheek. Now her pale rump has matching pink blotches on each side. Ronnie gasps again, trembling slightly.

Smack. Back to the right. Ronnie yips this time, he’s not holding back much. But she is determined to accept his entire punishment. She steadies her resolve and digs in.

The blows come in a steady cadence. Tanner does pause between them, but not for long. Ronnie’s cheeks gradually turn more red, and the blows becoming more painful. She has to grit her teeth for each one, letting out mewling whimpers or high-pitched groans when that solid hand crashes against her normally alabaster bottom. She feels gathering wetness at the corners of her eyes.

After the last stroke Tanner lowers his hand and stands there, his own palm stinging in a way that he cannot completely dismiss as unpleasant. Ronnie briefly tumbles over onto her right side, facing him. She draws up her knees and wraps her arms around them, curling into herself for a few moments. Her shining wet eyes catch Tanner’s, and she sees the expression of satisfaction on his face. She took the punishment he laid out for her, now all is forgiven.

As it should be.

She raises herself up to a sitting position and dangles her feet over the side of the bed. Without speaking she locks eyes with Tanner, and holds her arms out to him, spreading them wide in the universal gesture for “hold me”.

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Aria had been thinking a lot about sin, specifically the kind that had to do with sex; more specifically having sex with her older brother. David was always so self-assured and confident, successful at his business, with the kind of good looks that drew women to him like a magnet. He’d always been there for her, especially after their parents died, and she had to admit she’d had more than one fantasy about him. She wasn’t sure when that started, maybe when she’d caught him making out with his girlfriend in high school, seeing the lean strength of his body as he’d stripped his shirt off. The combination of his thick black hair and piercing blue eyes with that boyish grin and sexy body just made her wet in ways no other guys ever did.

After Aria’s weekend plans had gone out of control, and she’d been arrested for drunk driving, she had to call him to come and bail her out. Once they were together in his car, she fell apart like an idiot, crying a little and feeling sorry for herself. They hadn’t seen each other in awhile, and now here they were, alone in his car, as rain pelted down outside, and she was feeling vulnerable and just a little horny.

“Thanks for rescuing me. I’m just a fuck up,” she sighed.

“No, you’re not. You’re a beautiful, intelligent young woman who makes me a little crazy sometimes,” David confessed, touching her cheek. “Are you all right?”

Aria moved a little closer, suddenly feeling something spark between them and wondering if she was imagining things. “I don’t know anymore. I’ve had these feelings that make me crazy…I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“About what…tell me Aria,” he urged.

“You! My god, David,” Aria murmured, hiding her face. “Don’t you get it?” For a second, he didn’t say anything, and she figured she’d said too much. “Forget it, I told you I’m a fuck up.”

“No, I get it, Aria,” David said quietly. “I know exactly what you’re talking about. You want to know what it’s like to fuck me, and I want you so damn bad too. Why don’t we just give in and enjoy it? It’s wrong but what does it matter, we’re consenting adults, and who does it hurt?”

This time she did look at him, tears on her cheeks. “We can’t fight it,I want you too. I keep thinking zonguldak escort dirty things about you and I want to have your cock in me – fuck me, David, right here…”

Rain shrouded the car, as they moved awkwardly into the back seat. His hands on her skin sent an erotic jolt to her core, and she moaned against his mouth. He slid her loose sweatpants away from her hips, and nearly came at the sight of her naked body. Her eyes, so like his, shone with arousal and she grasped his cock as he undid his jeans. “This is so wrong, and yet so damn good…” she breathed, leaning over him to stroke her tongue over him. He grabbed her hair and held her in place, so that she had to suck him in completely.

“That’s it, little sister, you do know how to please me…” he rasped, as the illicit thrill of what they were doing consumed him. His fingers clenched her head tightly, and he almost lost control as she licked him up and down, stroking his balls. He nearly lost his mind, as her mouth continued to take him deeper, taking him to the edge of his climax. “Damnit, Aria! I can’t wait, need to be inside you…”

“Oh yeah, I want you to fuck me hard,” she panted, letting him go, licking her lips in pleasure. She pulled away the sweatshirt, and her breasts were suddenly bare for him to grab. He squeezed hard, so that she whimpered, his thumbs over her nipples. These were the breasts he’d been lusting after since he’d spied on her sunbathing topless a few summers ago. His cock felt harder than ever, as he touched her, wanting to do so many things to her that he’d been denying himself. That she was his sister merely added to the perverse pleasure.

“I want to hurt you, make you scream for more.” All of the pent up emotions and desire made him a little off the edge, and all he wanted was her pain and pleasure mixed up in one.

“Yes, just do it…” she begged, nearly incoherent with lust. “I’ve watched you with your girlfriends, you know, it made me so jealous.”

“Did it, now, baby girl?” he murmured, lifting her over his cock. “So here,this is all for you now, Aria, you want this just as much as I do, right? You want me inside of you…there’s no going back after this.”

Without bursa escort a word, she sank onto him and they stared at each other as the reality set it. They were really doing this, he was deep inside of her, his hands racing everywhere on her body. “God, David,you feel so damn big and hard!” She squirmed like a little virgin, and it was almost as if this was her first time; a little decadent, a little naughty,and a whole lot of amazing. This was losing her incestual virginity. “My brother, I’m fucking my big brother…oh god yes!”

“I want to come inside of you…tell me I can…” he panted, rocking his hips up harder and faster. Everything else ceased to exist, it was a mindless blur of kissing and groping and biting as they tried to tease each other into climax. “I want my cum inside of you, Aria.”

“Yes, don’t worry, I’m on the pill. I’m good, just do it, please baby…” she managed to say, inbetween kissing his mouth and biting his lip. “Just do it!!”

Her body squeezed around him, and he grunted as he came, hot and deep just as his tongue thrust into her mouth. She hit her own peak, shaking and moaning, too thrilled with the sensation of him throbbing inside of her to do anything else. He grasped her head and looked into her eyes. “Aria,I like to know that I’ve been inside of you, that my cum filled you up. Whenever I look at you from now on, I’ll remember you like this, all naked and hot, full of my cock.”

“This isn’t just a one time fuck, David…” she warned him. “Now that you’ve taken my sisterly virtue, I’m not gonna go back to the way it was.”

“Oh far from it, little sister, I intend to have you as often as possible, and you will do whatever I want. Is that clear?” He swatted her bare ass to emphasize his words and she flinched at the sudden pain.

“So very clear,” she agreed breathlessly.

“Even if I want to tie you up, or spank you, or watch you fuck another woman, we’re in this together, Aria,” he said roughly, his thoughts filled with those erotic images and his cock stirred inside of her again.

“Anything you say, David. I’m willing and ready for you.” She grinned knowingly as his hips shifted against her. malatya escort “Just like you’re ready for me.” He might hold some power over her but she knew how much he wanted her as well. She cupped her breasts and played with the nipples, holding them close to his lips. “I like having your cum in me, and on me, in my mouth and my ass. I like knowing you want to fuck me, I love your cock, David.”

“I think we better find a better place to do this,” he said quietly. “I have so many things I want from you, we can indulge in whatever we want from now on. You belong to me, this is our dirty secret.”

“Dirtier the better,” she agreed, licking her lips in anticipation.

^-^-^

“Get on the bed,” David commanded, once they were in his hotel room. “On your knees, baby girl.”

“Yes Master…” she said, half teasingly, but he nodded in approval.

“That’s right, you’re my love slave now.” He crawled up behind her, and spread her legs roughly. “Good, your pussy is drenched already, and my cum is still leaking out of you. I’m going to fill you so full you won’t be able to move,” he warned her. First he spanked her, watching her squirm, and beg for him to fuck her. “Shit, I never thought I’d see you like this, Aria.”

“Never thought it would happen either,” she sighed happily. “I’m all wet for you, David…does that turn you on?”

“More than ever.” The sight of her submissive pose nearly did him in. He had his share of women, of playing dominant games with both sexes, but Aria had unleashed a torrent of lust that couldn’t be denied. “Don’t move.” He spanked her again, relishing the sound of the slap against her skin, and the sight of the pink tinge as he kept up the discipline. “Good girl, how does that feel?”

“Ah god, good…” she muttered, her breasts rubbing against the sheets, her ass on fire and her pussy clenching in anticipation. “I’ll behave, do whatever you want, David.”

“Yes you will, Aria,” he grinned, shoving his cock into her without warning and spanking her at the same time. Deeper and faster, until they were both shaking and swearing, and he came in deep shuddering waves. “Damn you feel good, little sister. I should have done this years ago.”

He let her go, and flipped her over. “Now you’re really full of my cum, and next time I’m fucking your tits and cumming all over your face.” Then he leaned down and kissed her, tongue deep and dirty. Aria wrapped her arms around him, nearly crying at good it felt. The kiss was dark and twisted, just like they were, and she wanted more.

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