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Editor’s note: this submission contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations.

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“Suck it, baby…suck daddy’s great big cock!”

Jake tossed his head back, grunting loudly as cum erupted from the end of his dick.

“Shit!” He cursed as he gazed down at his computer—cum was everywhere. On the monitor, a porn actress, her dark hair in pigtails—even though she appeared to be at least thirty—was on her knees in front of a grey-haired man, who was busily thrusting his cock deep into her mouth while he urged her to suck harder.

Sighing, Jake turned off his computer and stood, using tissues to mop up the mess he’d made.

Wadding them, he tossed the tissues in the trashcan before heading to the bathroom to take a quick shower. Really, he thought, who hires these actresses? This one had obviously left her teen years more than a decade ago, with a hard look about her that was neither youthful nor appealing. Still, the fantasy was hot and it got him off big-time.

He soaped his body up, saving his cock for last. Once, a couple of years ago, he’d come across a porn clip that had a girl in it that looked very much like his own daughter with pale skin, pink cheeks, wavy blonde hair that fell below her shoulders and sky-blue eyes. The best had been her small, perfect tits and perfectly smooth pussy. Jesus, he’d come to that clip hundreds of times before accidentally deleting it during a hard-drive reformat; he’d never found it again although he’d searched online for months.

He wondered what his daughter, Emily, would say if she knew dear old dad sometimes liked to imagine himself laying on top of her while pounding her tender pussy with jackhammer thrusts until they both came in ecstatic joy.

Probably that he was a pervert, right before she called Child Protective Services.

He soaped his cock, hardening slightly as his hand moved on his shaft, thoughts of his daughter still in his head. Shit, he really was a pervert, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the sensations.

“Yeah, baby, just like that…stroke Daddy’s cock the way he likes,” speaking softly, imagining his daughter’s hand on him.

Emily was the love of his life and had been from the day she’d come into this world. He’d never had any sexual interest in her when she was younger but lately, since she’d turned eighteen and his wife had left him, leaving just him and Emily alone in the house, things had changed—at least for him.

She was a beautiful girl, with perky breasts, tipped with pretty pink nipples and a bald pussy—something he’d learned when he’d accidentally walked into her room without knocking and found her changing clothes. She’d screamed at him to get out but it was too late, the image of her naked body was seared into his memory and had served as masturbatory fodder for the past five months—like now.

His hand moved faster on his cock, thrusting into his soapy fist, imagining it was his daughter’s tight sheath he was fucking.

“Jesus, baby…that feels good,” hips jerking hard.

Home from classes, Emily opened the back door and tossed her backpack on the kitchen counter.

“Dad, I’m home!” she called out, but when there was no answer, she grabbed a soft drink from the fridge, drinking it down quickly. Tossing the empty can in the recycling bin, she picked up her backpack and headed upstairs to her room, figuring her dad was out running errands. Once in her bedroom, she stripped off her clothes and headed to the bathroom to shower only to remember she’d used the last of the shower gel yesterday. Rolling her eyes, she slipped into her robe and hurried down to Daddy’s bedroom, planning to steal the bottle from his own bathroom. As she entered his bedroom, she noticed his bathroom door was slightly ajar but it wasn’t until she was practically at the threshold that she heard the shower running, indicating he was home. Backing up to leave, she was brought to a dead stop as she heard him speak.

“Yeah baby, fuck daddy’s cock…he needs your pussy so badly.”

Although the words were softly spoken, Emily could hear them as clearly as though she was standing in the bathroom with him. Who was Daddy having sex with? And why was he referring to himself as Daddy to whomever this…this…sugar baby was? She was surprised how angry she felt to think of some other girl calling her father “Daddy.” There was only one person allowed to call him Daddy and that was her! Sneaking closer, she stood quietly by the door, trying to figure out who was with her father.

“God yes…you feel so good on Daddy’s dick…take it, Emily…take it all!” Jake’s hand slammed against his body as he jacked himself, getting closer to cumming. His body tensed as he felt the familiar tingle in his balls.

Emily’s eyes went big as she heard him speak. Was Daddy imagining he was fucking her? No, that couldn’t be true…there had to be another girl in there, one with the same name as herself.

Peeking into the bathroom, izmir escort she found her father totally alone in the glass-encased shower, whipping his hand up and down his cock…his huge cock.

“Jesus! I’m cumming, baby…cumming deep in your little pussy!” His hips jerked as he came hard, squirting his seed in long ropy strands that landed on the tiled wall. Shuddering, weak-kneed, he propped his hand against the wall to hold himself up. “Fuck, that was good!”

Emily quickly backed up, returning to her bedroom. Once there, she closed the door, sitting on the edge of her bed, completely shocked by what she’d seen and heard. Her dad fantasized about fucking her?

She’d never seen a guy cum before and was surprised by how erotic it had been to watch it shooting from the tip of her daddy’s cock. Without even thinking, her finger wormed inside her robe and down between her thighs, finding her clit. She began to rub as she lay back on the bed, her feet hanging over the side, thighs parted. One hand rose to knead her breast, pinching her nipple between her thumb and forefinger, imagining it was Daddy who did that with his mouth and teeth. She was so wet…so excited, rubbing frantically between her legs as she closed her eyes, remembering what she’d seen. Her daddy’s cock was so big…so long…so thick…and the way he’d stroked it as he called out her name—he’d actually cum thinking of her!

Her fingers rubbed faster, hips grinding on the bed, cheeks pink with color.

“Fuck me, daddy! Please fuck me!” As she said the words, she pumped her finger into her sodden hole, imagining it was her daddy’s cock that slammed deep and hard inside—only it wasn’t. Her finger couldn’t compare to her daddy’s big dick.

“Omigod!” she whined, feeling a rush of pleasure flood her body. “I’m cumming, daddy!” squealing softly as she plunged her finger as deep as it would go, thighs clamped tightly shut, body tense and arched as her pussy convulsed with hard, sharp contractions. When finished cumming, she slumped back onto the bed, legs spread lewdly wide, a sheen of girly juices on her pink, silky folds.

Outside his daughter’s bedroom door, Jake removed his eye from the keyhole he’d been peeking through and slowly straightened. Shit! Did he just see what he thought he had? Hell yes, he had! If he hadn’t cum twice already, he’d be in her room and in her little pussy right now. He made his way back to his bedroom, deep in thought.

He loved his daughter, the way a father should—but something in his feelings had shifted once he’d divorced Emily’s mother, because he’d discovered she’d been cheating on him. At first, he hadn’t dated because he had Emily’s feelings to consider—it was hard enough knowing her mom had been slutting around town with a number of men without him bringing women home. Besides, his work kept him busy which didn’t leave a lot a time to meet women, except for an occasional hook-up, so watching internet porn and using his hand had to do for now.

Only he wanted more than porn and his hand so, slowly over time, he’d started to fantasize about Emily, imagine him fucking her the way a woman should be fucked and best of all, imagining her absolutely loving it.

He was grateful she’d chosen him over her mother, but then she’d always been a daddy’s girl…his precious little princess…and that would never change, regardless of what might between them in the future.

In his bedroom, he tried to decide what to do next. Was he actually considering making his daughter a sexual partner? In his mind, she was perfection: perfect body, perfect face, perfect breasts, perfect ass. He’d be willing to bet she had the perfect pussy too—tight and gripping. But did he really want to find out? Fantasy was one thing—reality, another.

Hell yes, he wanted to find out! Even now, his cock was coming to life again at just the thought of drilling deep inside his daughter’s pussy.

He didn’t want to force her into anything—that wasn’t his style; besides, he loved Emily—but what if he could get her to voluntarily fuck him? While force wasn’t his thing, persuasion was more than permissible and he was a good salesman. Hell, that was his job. His cock gave a slight jerk, as though nodding its head ‘yes’ to his plan.

He grinned. Okay, persuasion, it was—now to come up with a plan.

The next day found Jake making his rounds to various clients. He was a sales consultant to several large companies in town—which meant he worked out of his home office a great deal of the time—but not today. His schedule was booked throughout the day so he’d told Emily at breakfast they’d go out to dinner when he returned home.

After she’d left for classes, he’d pulled up one of his favorite daddy/daughter porn movies, leaving it running on his computer before he left the house…carefully looped…so, hopefully, she’d find it when she came home. That was the first step of his plan—letting her kahramanmaraş escort know he had an interest in that sort of sexual fantasy—and might be willing to turn fantasy into reality.

She obviously had similar fantasies, judging from what he’d seen through the keyhole of her bedroom door yesterday, when she called out his name as she came. He was curious about what had put that fantasy into her head—hopefully, he’d find out soon…preferably when he was on top of her, fucking the shit out of her tight little sheath.

With that optimistic thought in mind, he headed out the door.

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The school day had been a long one and Emily couldn’t wait to get home and lock herself in her bedroom. All day long, her pussy had throbbed and drooled juices as she remembered the look on her daddy’s face when he came in the shower, yelling out her name. She needed to cum badly, planning to play with her pussy before she did anything else once she got home.

She pulled her car into the driveway, quickly bringing it to a stop. She practically ran into the house, calling out her dad’s name before remembering he wouldn’t be home for a few more hours—perfect, because it gave her plenty of time to take care of her needy pussy.

Running lightly up the steps to the second floor, she paused when she heard voices coming from Daddy’s office. Had daddy come home early? Making her way down the hall, she pushed the door to his office open but found it empty, the voices coming from his computer. Realizing it was only something he’d left mistakenly running before leaving this morning, she turned to head back to her room. She had taken only a few steps when a bit of dialogue stopped her dead in her tracks.

“What a good girl you are! You love daddy’s cock, don’t you? Love to fuck it and suck it? And daddy loves that pretty pink pussy of yours. Spread your legs, honey…daddy needs to cum so badly.”

WTF? Emily hurried to the computer, staring at the screen. On it, a man was fucking a young girl on the kitchen table, her thighs spread wide as he thrust into her, grunting like an animal on top of her. The girl looked a little like herself, only her hair was red. She realized Daddy must have been watching this before he left the house, forgetting to turn it off.

So this is the sort of porn he enjoyed watching? When he watched, did he imagine himself doing these things to her own pussy?

She could feel her juices sliding down to dampen the crotch of her panties at the thought of her daddy fucking her the way this man was doing his daughter. Sitting in Daddy’s chair, she reached under her skirt to slip her panties down to her ankles, spreading her legs wide. She found her clit and began to rub. God, this was hot…watching a father and his daughter fucking onscreen, wondering if they were really related or just actors. Pulling her top and bra off, she squeezed her breasts roughly while her fingers continued to rub her slippery nub.

“Daddy…” she whispered, “I need you in me so badly.”

Jake stood frozen in the doorway as he heard his daughter’s words. His last meeting had been canceled so he’d gotten home earlier than expected. Entering the house quietly, in hopes of catching Emily playing with herself again, he still hadn’t expected to find her in his office watching the porn clip he’d left playing. He’d hoped she’d find it and realize he was open to this sort of sexual activity but actually finding her in his chair, her hand working frantically between her legs, was an unexpected bonus.

His cock hardened as he watched his baby girl playing with her pussy, hearing the wet sounds her finger made as it pumped her slit.

Emily thrust her finger deep into her hole before adding a second, then a third. She placed the soles of her feet on the edge of daddy’s desk, knees wide apart as she pumped deep, her eyes never leaving the action on the screen.

“I wish it was you in my pussy, daddy…I wish it was you fucking my little hole hard like this man.”

Quietly, Jake approached Emily, wanting to get right behind her before revealing his presence. He looked down, watching her firm breasts bouncing in time with the movements of her fingers as she cunt-fucked herself.

He wrapped his hand around her body, pinning her to the chair, while his other hand snaked down her body, pushing her own hand aside so he could cup her smooth mound with his own.

“It can be, baby,” said Jake. “Let Daddy help you.”

“Daddy!” Emily shrieked, horrified to know her dad had not only caught her watching this porn but with her own fingers buried in her pussy at the same time. Her face flushed with humiliation as she tried to get away, wanting to run back to her room and hide but his arm around her tightened, holding her in place.

“Shh…it’s okay, baby. Daddy likes to see you enjoying yourself—and to find out you like the same sort of videos he manavgat escort does.” He leaned down, his hand still cupping her pussy as his lips latched onto hers. He kissed her deeply, feeling her body frozen in shock. Any minute, she might come to her senses and push him away, so he had to act quickly. Still kissing her, he inserted his own finger into her little hole, pumping deeply while letting his thumb graze her clit with each thrust. He captured the moan of pleasure she made in his mouth, noting the way her hips jerked up to meet the inward thrust of his finger. A sense of elation filled him, knowing in that instant, he had her.

As Emily’s feeling of shock subsided, pleasure moved swiftly to take its place. She kissed her father back, tentatively at first, but soon with increasing passion as his fingers stirred her up. She gave a soft whimper as his fingers slid from her pussy, but realized it was only to remove her clothing, and then his. When they were both naked, he lifted her in his arms, carrying her down to his bedroom to lay her gently on the bed. She stared at him wide-eyed as he got into bed next to her.

“Daddy?”

“It’s okay, princess…this is about love, not just sex. Daddy needs you so badly…more than you know.” He took Emily’s hand and placed it on his cock, moving it up and down. “Stroke daddy like this…make me really hard.”

Emily obediently did as her father asked, eyes staring at his thick shaft. It was so hot in her hand, veins springing up, the head reddening. “Can I taste it, Daddy?” Weird, she’d never sucked a guy’s cock before but watching the girl in that porno do it to her daddy…and seeing her own Dad’s gorgeous cock…actually had her mouth watering.

Jake groaned at his daughter’s question. “Yes, baby…take daddy’s cock in your precious mouth.” He lay back on the bed as she got between his legs, feeling her dainty fingers on his shaft. Holy fuck, it felt good! As he watched her parted lips move closer to his cock, he knew it was about to get even better.

“Lick the head, sweetie…mmm, yes, just like that,” groaning with pleasure as her pink tongue slid wetly over his cock, like it was the most delicious lollipop in the world. “Put it in your mouth, baby…suck daddy’s big cock.”

Emily took him into her hot, wet mouth, tongue busily scrubbing the sensitive spot beneath the head, as she started to suck.

“That feels great, princess!” Jake couldn’t believe how good it felt. She wasn’t the best cocksucker in the world…yet…but the eroticism of having his own daughter suck him, more than made up for her lack of experience.

He fucked his cock deeper, loving the feel of her slippery tongue as he thrust into her mouth. Grabbing her head with both hands, he held her tightly, keeping her seated on her cock.

The minute he thrust his cock into her mouth, something shifted in him. She wasn’t daddy’s little princess anymore; she was daddy’s little slut…the one who was going to take care of his cock from now on, the one who would make sure he never went to bed horny, the one who took his first seed of the morning. She better like cock because from now on, she was going to have one shoved deep inside one of her holes several times a day.

He heard her gag as he started to ram deep but didn’t care, pounding the back of her throat hard. He wanted to shove it down her tight gullet but didn’t want to scare her off the first time. Soon, he promised himself, he would have her trained as daddy’s perfect cocksucker. She would not only drink gallons of his cum, she would learn to love every slimy spoonful.

He could feel his orgasm approaching but wasn’t ready for it yet…he still had more things he wanted to do with his daughter. He slipped from her mouth, hearing her take a gasping breath. Grabbing her body, he hauled her up the bed, flipping her onto her back before sliding over her small body. He kissed her, tongue slipping into her mouth, exploring her honeyed sweetness.

“Daddy,” Emily whimpered, feeling his weight press her into the mattress.

“Daddy loves you, baby slut…you’re so good to take care of daddy’s cock the way he needs.” He wedged his body between her thighs. Emily was a petite girl but he’d never realized how small she was until he was laying on top of her. He was a big man, in peak physical condition, and found the contrast between their sizes incredibly erotic; he practically dwarfed her.

“Daddy, I’m not sure if we should do this…”

“It’s okay, baby…I am sure. It’s what I want—and it’s what you need. Just wait, you’ll see I’m right.” He planted his cock at the entrance to her pussy, gathering up her juices. Was she still a virgin? He was about to find out.

He pushed steadily inward…hearing her tiny squeal as he met resistance…and then it was over as he surged inside, tearing the small bit of skin at the entrance of her cunt. He gave a deep groan of satisfaction as he worked himself deeper, knowing he’d been his daughter’s first.

Emily gave a soft whimper as Daddy shoved inside her pussy. Omigod, he was so big…so hard. It stung at first but didn’t so much now. She stared at his chest, having to tilt her head back to look into his face. His eyes were closed, a look of incredible satisfaction on his face so it must feel really good for him. That made her happy.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
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It was another warm evening in Arrecife, Barbara and I were having a drink in the hotel bar before heading out for the night, our usual Bacardi and cokes taken in the shade by the main pool bar. I had phoned Dave earlier, I knew he was working on a big project and didn’t want him fretting about me.

“Hiya love,” he answered on the second ring, “How’s it going?”

“All good, how is work?” I asked.

“Going great ta, just about to open a bottle of wine to celebrate actually. Are you too behaving or misbehaving?” He chuckled.

“A bit of both, you’ll have to wait until I get home. I don’t want to get you bot and bothered when you are all on your own!” I laughed.

“Oh, shit you’ve got me guessing now,” he laughed. “Whatever you do have fun but be careful.”

The pips sounded.

“Love you,” I said quickly.

“You too.” Dave replied, “Can’t wait…” the call terminated.

“You two having fun then?” It was Rob and Ian, the two young men we had spoken to briefly a couple of days ago, fellow residents for the week.

We turned our heads, “Oh hiya,” Barbara answered. “Yeah, we are aren’t we Jane.” “It’s been good so far anyway.” I added.

“What have you two been up to?” Barbara queried giggling, “Or maybe not, I’m not sure we need to know!” More giggling.

The two young men just laughed. “So where are you heading to?” Rob, the taller of the two asked.

“That gay bar in between the clubs,” Barbara volunteered cheerily, “we love it there don’t we Jane?” She nudged me. “Oh yes, it ticks the boxes!” I said, maybe a bit too quickly.

Barbara went to get us two another drink, I could hear Rob and Ian talking and I turned a little to listen…”Fucking shame that mate, I know they are older but have you seen the tits on Jane and that Barbara looks fit as well.” It was Ian, his voice was deep and no doubt carried further than he thought. Rob replied, “Yeah mate old but gold, let’s set off out mate, see what the night brings.” They finished their drinks and left. Their voices were northern maybe Cumbrian from what I could recall from holidays up there.

When Barbara returned with the drinks, I told her what I had heard. She laughed, “Fucking hell they have us down as lesbians now what was I thinking of.” She laughed, “I’ll never get fucked at this rate!”

“That’s not what we are here for Barbara, is it?” I said. She put her hand on mine, picked up my hand and kissed it. “No, it isn’t and thank you Jane.” She had found her husband having sex with their daughter’s 17yr old friend. The divorce had been messy and hurtful, I had been there for her, then and now.

“Mind you I wouldn’t mind a stiff cock up me sometime soon.” She whispered. “You have Dave, what we share is special, but a good hard cock would be nice.”

“Are you thinking of those two?” I asked, taking a sip of my drink and looking at her. “Surely they are not interested in us, they will be shagging their way around the young easy prey. They are good looking lads, not hard up enough for us oldies.”

“Fuck off we are not old,” Barbara replied draining her drink. “Come on let’s go party!” she said, getting to her feet.

I left part of my drink; they were cheap enough anyway!

We went from bar to bar, eventually making our way to our favourite one. The door staff knew us now and we went straight in.

Drinks bought and a table found, a karaoke competition was announced. I looked at Barbara, “Fancy a go?”

“Oh yes but what are we going to sing?” She asked.

“Sisters are doing it for themselves?” It jumped into my head.

“Oh shit let’s do it.” Barbara beamed.

I went to the bar and got us registered, getting two more drinks as well.

Returning to the table Barbara asked “What is our name Jane?”

“It is a daft one but I didn’t have much time, Urethra Franklin and Fannie Lennox.” I spluttered.

“Love it, love it, love it.” Barbara laughed.

After listening to several dire versions of the usual crap we were called on stage as the last act, our names alone drew a gathering clapping of hands and whistles.

We walked on hand in hand, we had checked the lyrics on our phones, the prompt screen blinked…I caught it right on cue.

“Now there was a time”

The crowd got louder with every line.

We started to walk hand in hand off the stage, “Whoa ladies.” A voice boomed out from our extravagantly clad host; he swivelled his hips towards us. “Right dearies, you two are obviously the winners!” he raised his arms to the acclaiming crowd, whistles and approving shrieks erupted.

“The prize!” He took his arm from behind his back. He held in his hand a vibrator, it was big, it was black!

“Take it then,” he squealed, “and make a speech but keep it fucking short dearies.”

I was a bit frozen to be honest, but Barbara didn’t let me down!

She seized the vibrator in one hand and held it up triumphantly, “Too right, sisters will be doing it for themselves tonight!” She shouted; she ran back to our table alongside me.

“Do escort sultanbeyli you want to try another bar?” Barbara asked. “I think we have seen the best of this one now.”

“Why not, let’s have a look anyway.” I answered, we finished our drinks. Barbara managed to fit the vibrator into her shoulder bag.

We wandered off down the main street, some nice soul sounds were thumping out into the night air at one bar, “That sounds good,” I suggested, “fancy giving it a go?”

“Yeah, why not.” Barbara replied cheerily.

With the night air chilling we opted to go inside, we located a table on the outer edge next to a wall, it was pretty crowded.

A waiter soon arrived though and we ordered our usual Bacardi and coke drinks. We gave the waiter a reasonably generous tip when the drinks arrived having sussed that is the way to get prompt service.

I looked at the tables around us, couples or mixed couples on most, on the one towards the inner part of the room were four men, twenties by their appearance. They were obviously English, their accents southern as far as I could tell.

“Cheers Jane,” Barbara said raising her drink to mine, we chinked glasses. “Cheers, looks ok in here anyway.” I answered.

The mellow tones of Marvin Gaye faded away as the track ended. The DJ in a booth in a corner of the room talked his spiel, introducing the next track. “Ladies and gentlemen…and others, in fact everybody, the wonderful Aretha Franklin and Annie Lennox and Sisters Are Doing It for Themselves.”

We just looked at one another and burst into laughter.

“Fuck me it’s fate!” Barbara giggled.

“It sure is!” I added.

As the song ended I overheard from the next table, “Fuck me lads, this place is so sad, shite music and a pair of middle-aged old slappers next to us, why don’t they play Who Let the fucking Dogs Out!” Barbara and I both looked aghast as he continued to his adoring mates, getting to his feet.

“Look at the fucking state of them, I can smell mutton and it isn’t cooked yet.” His mates cheered as he continued, “Probably like fucking the top of a wellington boot.”

I got to my feet as did Barbara, we were ready to leave rather than put up with this.

“Sit down ladies,” It was Rob with Ian at his side, “We just spotted you two and were on our way over to see if you were ok.”

He turned to the other table, moving close to the one standing. “Shut up, don’t bother drinking up just fuck off!” he said non too quietly. His voice was menacing as if he was used to this sort of stuff.

The standing guy laughed, turning to his mates, “Tough guy eh?” he motioned to them to stand, as they did they each clasped a bottle in their hands!

“Well,” he looked at Rob, “there are four of us, you might have bottle already but you’ll have more fucking bottle than you want if you don’t fuck off…and now!” he hissed.

He barely had the words out of his mouth before his nose exploded in blood, Rob’s head had hardly moved he obviously knew what he was doing. Ian was not inactive, as soon as Rob had headbutted the leader his wrist was locked on the bottle holding hand of the nearest of their aggressors. The man screamed and then fell unconscious as Ian’s big fist connected with his chin.

The other two lost their bottle, literally. They dropped the bottles, which smashed on the floor, hurled the lightweight table in our direction and ran, the bar staff were heading our way, Rob shouted at us, “Get back to the hotel, go indoors they will have the police looking for us.”

We were shocked, we did as Rob said, “Jeez that was awesome,” Barbara said as we scurried back to the hotel, heels don’t allow much speed!

Dave was a good fighter I has witnessed a few in our early days but these lads were in a different class.

Gaining the security of the hotel, we calmed a little. “I need a drink,” I said to Barbara. It was still only eleven o’clock, early for here. “Yeah, me too,” she answered. We took a table in a quiet corner of the bar.

About ten minutes later Rob and Ian strolled in, smiling. They bought drinks and headed in our direction, “Our heroes,” Barbara said as they arrived at our table, she pulled out a chair for Rob, I felt obliged to do the same for Ian.

“No problem,” Rob said, setting his beer down. Ian doing the same in between me and Barbara.

“Those wankers deserved a smacking, the other two would have got one too if they hadn’t run.” Ian said, his deep voice reminding me of what I had noted when he had spoken earlier.

“The Police are searching everywhere now, they’ll trawl the street either side of the bar with a couple of cars in each direction, if you see a blue flashing light we need to not be here.” Rob interjected.

“Should be a while though, they have a few places to check.” Ian again with his deep voice.

Barbara caught the eye of a waiter, “Two Bacardi’s with coke and…gents?” “As a thanks for looking after us?” Ian looked at Rob, “No you aren’t paying escort şerifali ladies we are, that was a small problem and easily dealt with.”

“Two Bacardi and coke and two red, two white bottles of decent wine, none of the house crap.” He added “For when the cops come.” He laughed.

The drinks arrived, the white wine in sleeves to keep them cool. Four wine glasses were distributed, me and Barbara elected to drink the white, the lads the red.

Ron did the honours of pouring the wine, “So where did you two learn to fight like that?” Barbara asked after nodding her approval after tasting her wine.

“And where are you from?” I added, “Your accents are baffling me!”

“So many questions ladies,” Rob said, “We are both from near Kirkby Lonsdale you know it?”

“I do,” I said. “Been through or rather round many times on the way to the Lake District with Dave.”

It explained the accent Kirkby Lonsdale was in Cumbria but close to the borders with both Lancashire and Yorkshire.

“Dave?” Rob enquired.

“My husband.” I smiled.

“So, you two aren’t…” Rob said embarrassed.

“Aren’t what?” I smiled.

They both chuckled, “I hope you aren’t offended ladies, but you had us fooled.” Rob said.

“We’ll let you off,” Barbara said, “So the fighting skills?”

Ian spoke up, “We are both farmers sons, farming is knackered so we joined up together, been in the marines for eight years now. We had some leave coming, spent some time back on the farms then decided on a holiday before we go back.”

“Yep, and this was a bargain,” Rob continued,” we have an apartment on the top floor, massive balcony and great views.”

“Better than ours then,” I said., “Barely room to get our feet on our balcony let alone tables or chairs.”

Ian refilled the wine glasses, “Keep an eye on the windows, when you see blue lights run for the lift.” He observed. “They won’t be long now.”

“Thanks guys,” I ventured. “Me and Barbara haven’t done anything wrong, why should we run?”

“A fun run!” Barbara offered.

I had a look round; the mood was mellow and chilled. Then the blue lights, “Grab and run,” urged Rob, “Get the bottles and glasses, floor six ladies, me and Ian will take the stairs.”

Barbara grabbed my hand and we ran to the lift together, it was already on the ground floor and the doors opened. I looked at the numbers, we were on two. “Hit six Jane,” Barbara said, her eyes full of life. I took a breath, I pressed six…

The doors opened, Rob and Ian were there waiting and grinning, not even out of breath after running up several flights of stairs. The bottles of wine clutched under their arms, the wine glasses with little visible spillage were held in their big hands.

“This way,” Rob gestured to his right, he placed some of the drinks on the floor before he dipped his hand into his pocket emerging with the key card. We walked in slowly, as he placed the drinks and glasses on a table he moved around switching lamps on and opening the doors to the balcony.

Ian similarly disposed of the glasses and bottles in his charge, impressively he seemed to know whose was whose as he offered glasses of wine to me and Barbara, he picked up what he seemed to know which was his own and walked out to the balcony, gesturing us to follow.

“The police here are muppets,” he laughed, “we did some drug smuggling work with them, thick and lazy spring to mind mate don’t they!”

“For sure, “Rob added joining us, “They will do a cursory search tonight because the bar owner has 50 euros of damage, tomorrow they won’t care.” “Have a seat ladies, please” he pulled the plastic tables out from the circular table, the parasol in the centre was furled and clipped in place.

We sat with me opposite Barbara, Rob and Ian equally so.

“So, what are you two doing here?” Rob, always the more talkative said. He looked at Barbara, “Jane is my best mate…” she faltered.

“Barbara has had a shit time, bastard of a husband and a divorce,” I took it up, “Dave agreed it would be good for me to help her have some relaxation and some sun.”

“Some more wine ladies,” Ian suggested, without giving chance for a reply he filled the depleted glasses.

The lights were twinkling around the town from our elevated view. Barbara in her own way broke the silence, “Jane heard what you two said earlier you know,” …”Earlier when?” Rob ventured.

“Like earlier round the pool bar?” Barbara giggled; I felt a flush of heat.

“Shit we are busted mate!” Ian’s voice boomed.

“Sorry ladies,” he added, “It was complimentary I hope.” His voice softening.

Rob added, “Just happy to keep you safe, sorry if we offended you, there they go,” he said gesturing at the departing blue lit police car. “We’ll be ok in the bar now.” He added.

“I’m fine here if that’s ok.” Barbara chipped in, a little bit too hastily, then added, “If you are Jane?” looking at me, her eyes telling me what she wanted me to say.

I escort söğütlüçeşme took a breath, thinking, we were enjoying the company of two good looking men, she was starved of attention. “Yeah, let’s stay up here, have we got enough wine?” I looked at the others.

Rob took charge of that, “You two deserve looking after, leave the wine with me, I’ll be back in a couple of minutes.”

“What would your husband say if he knew you two were on a balcony with two young blokes Jane?” Ian looked at me.

“He would be fine; we allow one another a bit of space.” I smiled back.

Barbara chuckled, “Yeah, a good job.” She looked at me with a loving smile.

Rob arrived back with more wine, “It’s getting chilly out here,” he said. “Nice though, look at all the stars.”

We all looked up, millions of stars lit the sky.

As Barbara reached for her wine glass Ian put his hand on hers, “Any chance of a kiss?” his deep voice resonated in the still night air.

My friend turned her head to his, “I thought you’d never ask!” Their lips met, I knew she was a lovely kisser, her lips were full, her tongue mischievous and darting.

“And us?” Rob breathed in my ear. “Just wait, I like watching!” I said. He placed a hand on my thigh, me and Barbara both had wrap around skirts on, his hand fell between the folds of mine, on my naked inner thigh.

Ian and Barbara’s lips finally parted; their eyes locked on one another. “You kiss well, soldier boy.” Barbara’s voice was husky, and then she laughed, reached for her drink and sat back in her chair.

“Your turn Jane!” she said, taking a drink of her wine.

I looked at Rob, his dark eyes stared into mine, he was gentle, his first kiss was almost just a brushing of our lips. Then another, more urgent, more pressure, more prolonged. The next was urgent, his tongue meeting mine, darting and tasting.

“We both like watching, is it time we went indoors.” Barbara breathed.

Their apartment had one small table, two chairs and two doors, one obviously a bathroom, the other must be a bedroom.

“Probably more comfortable in here.” Rob led the way into the bedroom, pressing the light switch on his way in. “Bring the table mate.” He added.

Ian picked up the plastic table as we walked slowly in, the drinks and bottles were placed as we looked around. Rob was busy, turning on bedside lamps and then turning off the main light. He placed an arm around me as we sat on the edge of one bed, Ian mirroring his action on Barbara on the other.

“Have you got condoms?” I asked Rob, “I’m not on the pill.”

“Of course, no problem.” He answered.

“I’m ok, ever optimistic I stayed on the pill.” Barbara chimed in.

I took a hefty drink out of my wine glass and then looked at Rob, “Can you kiss me again please?” His lips met mine and we fell onto the bed, he kissed all round my neck, his fingers busy on my blouse. I swear he kissed every inch of me that he uncovered, I was almost pushing his head downwards. As he parted my blouse he gasped, my usual sheer black bra showed my nipples bulging obscenely through it. His big fingers brushed them, tingles and shudders shook through me, I clasped him for another deep kiss.

As our lips parted I glanced across at the other bed, Ian had already removed Barbara’s blouse and bra, his lips were clamped on her dark chunky nipple closest to me, he grinned across the void as he slipped his lips off that to move to the other equally stiff bud.

Microseconds…I felt my bra strap slacken, Rob had undone it…I shrugged it and my blouse off my arms and laid back, he caressed my breasts tenderly, gently. His fingertips brushed round and across my turgid nipple, his head dropped as he sucked firmly on each one alternately. “Jane they are gorgeous,” he whispered.

He kissed down my body, undoing the clip on my skirt when he reached that far, I raised my hips allowing him to push it down and off. He pulled off his tee shirt, his body was rippling with big firm muscles, his biceps were huge, his six pack clearly defined.

His lips met mine again, we were being slow and unhurried, when our lips parted I kissed his nipples, biting gently making him squirm. I carried on down his lovely toned body, touching the outline of his cock through his shorts.

His shorts were elasticated, I tugged them down as he raised his hips for me. His cock came into view, inch by inch, it was very thick and very long and veiny. I dragged his shorts down and off his legs, then knelt between his legs. I teased his thighs with my fingernails, scratching softly upwards towards his heavy balls, then on them and up and down his twitching cock.

“Oh shit that is heavenly!” he breathed.

“Oh fuck yeah, fuck me!” Barbara’s voice shrieked. I looked across the room, her and Ian were naked and her legs were clasped behind him as he slid his cock into her.

I took hold of Rob’s cock in my hand, easing the skin up over the big head and back down slowly, looking him in the eyes I slowly lowered my head, the tip of his cock touched my lips, I opened them and took as much of it into my mouth as I could.

I started a slow rhythm of sliding my lips up and down his cock, his hands gripped the loose bed sheet. “Whoa Jane, you’ll make me come with any more of that.” He pleaded.

I smiled at him, “Go ahead, I’m sure you can get it up again after a little rest!”

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Chapter 8: Mala’s Dilemma

Mala woke up refreshed the next morning. She went to the kitchen to make coffee for herself and her dad in her night dress. She thought of her dad and couldn’t help thinking about his naked form she had seen the previous night.

She shook off that image, steeled herself and came out of the kitchen with his coffee. As she reached the drawing room she found the front door being opened and her dad entering the house after his early morning walk sweating all over. She beamed at him and said:”Hello Appa” (father in Tamil).

Venkat was surprised to see her, but absolutely delighted. He approached her with a huge smile and opened his arms for her. Mala hurriedly put down the coffee cup and they both hugged.

Mala who had just shaken off his naked image was suddenly flustered and shivered involuntarily in his embrace. Venkat too felt her shiver, released her from his arms and asked her:”What’s wrong Mala? , is every thing all right? And any reason for this unannounced visit?”

Mala told him to relax, have his coffee first and then they could talk. They had their coffee in silence. She told him that she wanted to surprise him and her friend Devaki. She did have some marital problem and would explain everything later in the day.

She told her dad that she wanted to go and look up her friend Devaki and Kruthika next door and spend some time with them. Venkat told her:”Go ahead and I’ll join you later in Devaki’s house.”

She changed, went next door and surprised Devaki who was nursing Kruthika. The child was awake and happily suckling at Devaki’s milk filled breasts. When she saw Mala walking in unannounced, Devaki let out a loud hoop and delightedly welcomed her dearest friend.

Due to this Devaki’s nipple slipped out of Kruthika’s tiny mouth. Devaki laughingly put it back in the child’s mouth. Mala felt envious looking at this very homely scene.

Devaki told Mala that she was not her usual chirpy self and asked the same questions that Venkat had asked her about her visit.

Mala told her: “Yes I do have a problem with Krish which I wanted to share with you and ask your advice. Also I wanted to surprise you and my dad last night by arriving unannounced. However it was I who was surprised in the bargain seeing you and dad together in the penthouse.”

Devaki looked at Mala quizzically and said” How long did you watch us?”

Mala replied:”From start to finish.”

Devaki gestured for Mala to sit down next to her and took her hands in her own and asked her:” Is that all or you want to say or you have some thing more?”

Mala nodded her head and became highly emotional. She cleared her throat and started to narrate her marital troubles:

“You know that I have been married for more than a year. The first six months were blissful. Krish and I got along very well both temperamentally and in bed. Thereafter things started to slowly go down hill.

Krish started to spend more time out of home citing his job. His sexual activities started to wane. When we did engage in it he seemed disinterested and distracted. Since we were open with each other, I asked him about his disinterest. He was vague initially and then confessed that he was and is a gay.

He liked having sex with me and was happy during the first six months of our marriage. Thereafter he started loosing interest in me as his male lover who had gone abroad was back for good. He got married to me to keep up the appearance of a heterosexual male.

I was devastated and I told him so as it was a bolt from the blue for me. I have nothing against homosexuality. A person’s sexual preference is their own business. However this affected my sexual life. It came to a grinding halt.

We were both pretending to lead a normal life except in the bedroom. Other than his homosexuality, Krish continues to be a wonderful guy. He was liberal enough to tell me that he wouldn’t mind if I find myself a lover.

I hope he could have told me all this before the marriage and we could have gone our own ways. I had nowhere to turn to and was highly confused. I immersed myself in my work to keep highly busy so that when I returned home in the evenings I was dog tired to think only about sleep and nothing else.

This was alright for a few months. Then my craving for normal sexual life resurfaced in spite of my tiredness after work. I watched blue movies. I indulged in stimulating my self. There was never a complete satisfaction in all these self indulgence.

I reached a breaking point. I couldn’t keep things bottled up anymore. That’s the reason why I came here all of a sudden without informing you or dad. I didn’t have the courage to converse about this over the phone. Even now I am not sure whether I can tell dad all the things I narrated to you.

Then last night I saw you and dad having sex with abandon. It rekindled all my last six month’s pent up desires. Once earlier, you came home after mom’s death to console kastamonu escort and be with us at my request. I had seen you and dad making love boisterously. Dad was with his back to me and you were riding him like a horse naked below the waist.

However I saw dad fully nude for the first time only last night. I was amazed at his huge cock and I couldn’t help but compare it with Krish, the only other grown up cock I have seen, which is like a child’s. It really creamed me.

Your ability to match him stroke for stroke with your petite body was really wonderful. You feeding dad milk like a baby, the oral sex you performed on each other and the various positions in which you made love further turned me on and made me realize what I was missing. Some of it I have seen only in hard core porn sites.

I was embarrassed for spying on you both initially, but that soon turned me on mightily. Looking at you making love, I masturbated myself to climax. Later in my own bed I was once again highly aroused by thinking about my naked dad and climaxed for the second time.

I was mightily aroused last night resulting in subsequent actions. I met dad in the morning after his walk. As usual he hugged me, but this time I felt a delicious shiver trickling down my spine and pussy.

This has never happened to me before. Is it because I saw him naked? I think dad felt me shiver. He asked me if I was alright. I told him I’ll discuss with him later. I liked the feeling of being hugged by him in a non-daughterly way. I cannot wish away the fact that it aroused me considerably.

Are these feelings normal erotic arousal for a girl like me who hasn’t had sex with a male for a long time? Between last night and now I have often wondered if these feelings are incestuous. I am royally confused. You are the only person who can advice me”.

By now Kruthika had had her fill and was fast asleep with her mom’s teat in her mouth. Devaki gently put her down in the crib next to the bed where they were sitting. She turned towards Mala, embraced her and then they both sat on the bed.

It was Devaki who now started to verbalize her thoughts.

“Mala I can well understand what you are going through. Something similar happened in my life also. In my case it was Kumar who was and is least interested in sex. He is a workaholic.

So soon after our marriage, I wanted a baby so that I could keep myself busy. Here again Kumar turned out to be a disappointment. His sperm count was very low to be of any use. Karthik wouldn’t have been born but for me dragging him to fertility clinics for treatments. After Karthik’s birth my sex life turned from bad to worse.

When Karthik started going to kindergarten, I wanted another baby. It didn’t work out. I was so frustrated. That was when I came to Coimbatore to console you and your dad. Having sex with your dad was initially to pull him out of the loneliness he was in.

Slowly that turned into yearning for each other in a way neither of us anticipated. It turned into unconditional love by the time you were married. We were literally besotted with each other. If we were in the same city it became difficult for us to remain apart.

Neither of us considered this a sin or immoral. That’s why I call him by name and not uncle when we are alone. Your dad loves being called Venkat by me. For him age difference between us doesn’t exist.

Your dad is a fantastic lover. He becomes a teenager when we make love. We have no inhibitions between us. In spite of staying in different cities ardent feelings for each other didn’t diminish. It became raging in fact.

It was providence which brought me to Coimbatore in the form of Kumar wanting to shift his business here. Your dad and I were thrilled. It was doubly fortunate that Kumar, me and Karthik moved to this house next to your dad’s.

However, we had an understanding that if Kumar was in Coimbatore your dad and I won’t get together for sex. Then there was Karthik. We didn’t want to hurt anybody’s feelings by being promiscuous. Your dad got the penthouse done up and gave me a duplicate key for us to meet.

After coming here, Kumar wanted to admit Karthik in Lawrence School Lovedale in Ooty being his alma mater. I was very reluctant initially to put Karthik in boarding from such a young age. But Karthik was up to it. Once we visited the school I too was convinced.

My love life was now fabulous. However with Karthik in boarding school my feeling of loneliness became acute. Kumar’s problems still persisted. So I prayed for a second child. One day I mustered enough courage and asked your dad whether I can have his child.

He was initially taken aback. I explained Kumar’s inability to father a child. This convinced him and he agreed. But he wondered whether he was potent enough to impregnate me? We got tests done and which confirmed that he was more than capable.

Do you remember last year when your dad kayseri escort visited you? I also made a trip to Chennai to meet my parents. That was the fertile period for me and your dad and I made love like there was no tomorrow and I conceived Kruthika.

Your dad also confessed to me that he wanted another child after you were born, but because of some complications your mother couldn’t conceive. When I became pregnant with his seed he was overwhelmed. He is a fabulous guy and I wouldn’t mind having more children by him.

We were so happy when it was confirmed that I was pregnant. I made love to Kumar around the same time. Also I substituted Kumar’s sperm with your dad’s in the fertility clinic so that I getting pregnant didn’t look amiss. Eventually every one was happy”.

Mala found that every second she seemed to be learning new facts about Devaki and her dad. She realized the depth of love between her dad and her dearest friend. She too was happy for both of them.

She happily blurted out:”Therefore, de-facto Kruthika is my step sister and you are my step mom. I can now listen to what ever my mom advices.” Saying this she hugged Devaki with tears of happiness in her eyes.

Devaki told her: “My advice to you is, listen to your conscience and act accordingly. Sin and morality are chimeras. As long as you don’t hurt anybody or force yourself on anyone, I don’t consider any act sinful or wrong.

You are yearning for physical love and there is absolutely nothing wrong in having erotic thoughts even if it’s about your own dad. Since it involves another person, whether these thoughts will fructify so that you achieve sexual satisfaction is something I can’t answer for.

You will have to be your own lawyer, judge and jury. Talk to your dad and come clean. It will benefit everyone in the long run. I will the happiest person if you succeed in your endeavors”.

By now Kruthika had woken up and Devaki once again fed her milk. Mala was fascinated and she felt wistful. She wondered if she would ever become a mother and nurse a child at her breasts.

Devaki correctly read her friends thoughts and told her:”Don’t worry Mala; you have all the time in the world to become a mother. Have patience.” Mala hugged her gratefully and playfully told her:”You sound exactly like my mom.” Both of them burst out laughing breaking the somber mood.

“Both of you seem to be having a good time it looks like:” said Venkat who had entered unnoticed. He too quickly grasped the mood both the women were in. His eyes turned misty seeing the three most important females of his family together. He found a lump forming in his throat when he tried to speak again.

He quickly came to them, knelt down and took all three of them in an embrace. He showed no embarrassment in hugging half naked Devaki in front of his daughter Mala. Both the women in turn hugged him back and sat silently for a while. Mala’s melancholy mood was lightened by this gesture.

Devaki was the first to break the companionable silence. She told Venkat:”Mala has some serious marital issues which we have discussed about. During this dialogue I have confessed all about us. She wanted my advice and I have been open with her. I request you also to listen to her with an open mind as soon as possible.”

Having known Devaki intimately for the last two years, Venkat was not surprised by her talk. He nodded his head as he had a great respect for her intuitive thinking. He got up, kissed little Kruthika and Devaki and offered his hand for Mala to get up and join him.

They both took leave of Devaki and left her room. Then they had lunch at a restaurant and went for a drive. Mala narrated about her marital problems with Krish.

Venkat was terribly saddened by the news. He never imagined that Mala’s married life would end up like this. Then Mala poured her heart out as to how frustrated she was sexually without a heterosexual husband.

Venkat had led a sexually active life with his wife. After her demise providence interfered in the form of lovely Devaki, his daughter’s young friend who was keeping his libido highly active. Therefore he was able to easily empathize with his daughter on her frustration.

So he told her:” I can only offer words of comfort for now and pray that things turn out for the better. I can easily arrange for a divorce if you so wish. You are just about thirty and can easily get married again. You are a beautiful girl and getting a husband won’t be a problem.”

Mala told him:”Appa (dad in Tamil), I’ve considered this option and have rejected it. It’s going to hurt a lot of people once it becomes public. That’s why I came here to brainstorm with you and Devaki to find an alternative. My surprise visit resulted in something else altogether.”

She went on to tell her dad what she witnessed the previous night at the penthouse. Before her dad could respond she narrated her feelings and actions kıbrıs escort during the witnessing and thereafter when alone in her bed.

“So I am in a dilemma Appa. Is this erotic feeling due to being without sex for long? Or am I really attracted to you? This morning when you hugged me I was aroused and that’s why you felt me shiver in your arms” added Mala.

Having heard all this, Venkat stopped the car in a quiet place, turned in his seat and faced Mala.

He took Mala’s soft face in his hands and looked at her. He found an innocent, attractive, troubled, healthy, and sexually active young woman done in by providence. But she was also his daughter. He was greatly upset that it was the same providence which brought him and Devaki together to heights of happiness had pushed his daughter into a deep trough.

He started to address Mala:” My dear girl, I have now perfectly understood your predicament. Your ruined married life has resulted in a sexual vacuum for you. Watching Devaki and me having the time of our life has reignited all your pent up passion. I am not at all embarrassed that you witnessed it and it turned you on. There’s nothing wrong about it. It’s only natural.

Also I further feel that you are attracted to me on a sexual rebound. Given time you will definitely find a good young man to take care of your sexual needs. I therefore feel that we should sit back and give ourselves time for this adrenaline rush to subside and take it on further from there.

I am not a preacher of morality. Sexual partner should be according to a person’s preference and nothing more.”

How ever as I am your dad, your pining for me has put both of us in a big spot. You are a beautiful woman whose desires need to be satisfied. I would be lying if I deny that I am not attracted towards you physically. I am not ashamed to admit it.

But I don’t want us to rush into anything which we might regret later. That’s the father in me speaking. I don’t want you to get hurt mentally once again. You recounting all the actions in the penthouse between me and Devaki have aroused me also quite a bit. That’s the virile male in me which has responded”.

Mala looked at her dad in the eye, took hold of his strong arms and told him:” Appa, I know that you are a decisive person. I think I understand you reluctance in coming to a quick decision. I truly respect that. You have understood that my frustrations are genuine. Tell me when the time is right.”

Venkat was not surprised by Mala’s reply. He knew her to be a strong willed girl like her dear friend and now his lover Devaki. He knew that she analyzed things quickly and arrives at a fast decision.

He once again hugged her and could hear her increased heart beat. He gently kissed her on her brow and felt her stiffen. He wanted to more than comfort her there and then. But with a sigh, he let go of her, started the car and drove home.

On reaching home Mala went to her room for a nap. Venkat went next door and met Devaki who was alone with Kruthika and recounted his conversation with Mala.

Devaki found him to be composed. She realized that he had made up his mind as to what needs to be done to keep Mala happy. But she waited for him to enlighten her.

He sat next to her on the sofa, took her in his arms and kissed her deeply. She responded accordingly. He broke the kiss and started to tell her his thoughts on his daughter’s dilemma.

“My love, when I was down in the dumps with self pity after Kalyani’s death, you came like an angel to me one afternoon and put me back on my feet a complete man. I now find that my daughter is down in the dumps and come to me for a solution and she has decided that I am the solution.

My apprehension is neither sin nor morality. It’s just that how long I will be able to satisfy her. Also I can’t just forget you or neglect you. You are the love of my life and someone else has arrived to share it. Will I be man enough for both?”

Devaki in her forthright fashion told him:”Dear Venkat, I will answer the second question first and assure you that you are more than capable for both. As to the first query, since nothing is for ever the question of ‘how long just doesn’t arise’.

For God’s sake I am sharing something precious with my best friend in her time of need and I have no problems over that. Remember I am her de-facto step mother. It’s the least I can do.”

Venkat was overwhelmed by her generosity and broadmindedness. He told her so. Devaki hugged him and told him:”Don’t worry darling, everything will workout alright. Now go and see how you can comfort Mala” and sent Venkat home.

That evening Devaki, Kumar, Mala and Venkat had dinner together at Kumar’s place. It was like old days. Karthik’s life at Lovedale was the main topic for discussion. Kruthika was also nearby sleeping peacefully in her crib.

On completion of dinner, Venkat took leave and with Kumar went out for an after dinner stroll. Venkat thereafter returned home to his room on the first floor for the night.

After the men folk left, Mala and Devaki cleared the table and sat down to talk as there was lot of catching up to do between the friends. After a while Mala too went home for the night. Before she left, Devaki hugged her and told her:”Don’t worry my dearest friend, things will workout fine pretty soon.”

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“It’s Valentine’s Day.”

He wasn’t an angry man, or one prone to negative outbursts, but the day seemed to always bring out the bitter pessimist in him. He mildly disliked all the marketing that led up to the day, the countless sales on chocolates and flowers. He was vaguely annoyed with the amount of chick flicks that played on tv for the whole month, over and over, to get couples into the spirit. He bristled slightly with the constant love songs blaring on the radio, on every station, constant requests from one sweetie to another to celebrate whatever.

But when it came right down to it, that phrase bothered him the most. The phrase was spoken by happy people, ignorant of his own loneliness, and seemed to intone that everyone should be as happy as they were on that god-forsaken day. Every other day of the year he was calm, collected, a salt of the earth unflappable type. But on that day, when the chocolate and chick flicks and love songs came to a towering crescendo of emotion, he always felt the most alone. His wife had left him years back, almost two decades ago in fact, but somehow that day seemed to make the impossible possible; he felt his heart beat faster in agony, felt his back shiver with rejection, and felt that same dread from 18 years earlier that he would never find someone else to marry him. Valentine’s Day brought it all back and then some, and he usually decided to just sink down on the couch with a beer, find one of the rare channels playing a sports film or monster movie, and fall asleep before he could think about it too much.

He was so ingrained into his normal routine of barely checked depression that it took him quite some time to react when he walked in the door. There were flowers everywhere, small red lace decorations hanging from the rafters, and he could smell dinner cooking. The confusion only lasted a moment though, and then he realized the only person who could make the house look so friendly and so romantic at the same time: Danni.

She went to college over an hour away, but his only daughter always found time to stop by and visit. He wasn’t old enough to retire yet, not by a long shot, but he was at that comfortable point in his life where taking an impromptu sick day to spend time with his family was easily done. The surprise was more that she still found time for him, went out of her way for it. Most college girls could think of a million more things to do on a busy weekend than go home to visit their father, even if the relationship with said father had always been very close.

He walked into the kitchen slowly, still not sure what to think, and he saw his daughter sitting at the stove stirring pasta sauce. She was in her old pajamas, he saw with a smile, a cute pink set with red hearts. Her short red hair was done up in pigtails like she used to do it, and his smile broadened. He’d always loved it when she’d worn her hair like that, although looking at her from behind, the pajamas lovingly holding onto her 23 year old body, she cut a much different image than she used to. He cleared his throat softly, and she whirled around, a bright smile on her face.

“Daddy! You’re home early. I was hoping to have this ready before you came in.”

She pouted slightly, sticking out her adorable lower lip, and he laughed to himself.

“What are you doing here, princess?”

Walking over to give him a hug, she shot him another heart melting smile.

“I know Valentine’s Day is just your favorite holiday in the whole wide world, so I thought I would come over this year and make dinner for us, see if I can’t maybe change your mind about it.”

Taking her in for a big hug, smiling down at her, he felt a small pang of guilt at his earlier bitterness towards the holiday.

“Aw, angel, I’m sure you have a million other things you’d rather do on Valentine’s Day than sit here at home with your old man.”

Still holding onto him, she backed her head up to look into his eyes, an odd expression flitting over her eyes.

“Nope. Why, you don’t have a hot date or ‘nuthin, do you?”

Wait, that look, was it jealousy? He shook his head, both to clear the thought and to answer no to her question. Her smile returned and she laid a quick kiss on his cheek before skipping back over to stir the sauce.

“Good,” she said. “I want you all to myself tonight.”

***

The dinner was lovely, after he had added a few spices. Danni was a beautifully smart girl, well on her way to a micro-biology degree, but cooking was not one of her fortes. They sat on the couch, her nestled up against his large frame, making fun of all the romantic comedies that peppered the stations. Her small laughter was contagious and he already felt the yearly Valentine’s day bitterness start to ebb out of him.

“I have one more surprise,” she said suddenly, slowly, as if she had been trying to work up the courage to say it for a long while.

He smiled and gave her another quick kiss on the head, squeezing her.

“This has been more than enough honey. şişli escort You don’t know how much I’ve wanted this.”

Danni bit her lip, looking down, then back up at him.

“Well, the surprise isn’t completely for you. It’s something I want to. Something I’ve wanted.”

He looked at her puzzled, but a small worm had started to crawl up from inside his belly. Inexplicably, the side of his chest where he chest nuzzled felt electric, tingling. It wasn’t a completely unpleasant feeling.

“Anything for you, angel. Especially after this gorgeous meal.”

She smiled at him again, eyes sinking back down to the couch, and then she stood up. Walking briskly, she turned off the tv and exited the room.

Not sure if he was supposed to follow or wait, he decided on the passive and sat very still on the couch. He hoped she hadn’t gotten him anything expensive. Although his savings were more than able to pay for her school and living expenses, she still insisted on having a job, much to his continued chagrin. His insistence that she should concentrate fully on school were usually just waved off though, usually with a quip about needing “Daddy present money”. Her gifts usually slid towards the more expensive though, and he hoped that wasn’t the case here. He didn’t want the night to be sullied by their usual exchange trying to convince her to return it, and buy herself something.

His thoughts jarred slightly as he heard music come on from the other room. It was low, just enough to hear, but he could make out the romantic nature from here. The lights still dim from watching movies, he suddenly felt a slight twinge of doubt.

She came back quietly, her pajamas rustling slightly, and kissed him quickly. Absently he noted that his first estimation had been right: she must have been working up the courage for this all night. Caught off guard, he did nothing, just felt her body sink into his as she slipped into his lap. Her small hands were tangled in his hair, tracing patterns there, and his breath caught in his throat. The heady taste of the red wine she’d had at dinner entered his mouth, her soft lips carrying it to him, and he felt her tongue slip out of her mouth and lightly brush across his lips. Slowly, she pulled back, and he saw uncertainty as clear as day painted across her face in broad strokes.

“Daddy…?” she whispered, soft.

He was silent, felt his mind strain into his chest for words, but none would come. He could acknowledge that there had always been sexual tension between them, he forced himself to acknowledge it now, but he had never known she had felt this strongly about it. But this was his little girl, his angel, and he didn’t want to do this to her, to corrupt her, to be like all those sad stories he saw on the news. He found his words, and would have spoken, but she interrupted him.

“Daddy…” she breathed, the confidence he knew coming back. She must have read his thoughts on his face. “I want this. I’ve always wanted this. I think you’ve wanted it to. I’m an adult, you’re an adult, and more importantly, I want this.”

She leaned in again, kissing him lightly, a weird mix of daughterly love and sensuality, then leaned back.

“We can talk tomorrow about how right it is, how wrong it is, what we want to do about it. But ‘it’s Valentine’s Day’ and it’s been too long since those words have made you happy. Please.”

The last word wasn’t a request, wasn’t anything, because she was kissing him again, softly, and he felt the need in her. It was all the verification necessary to prove her words true and, his conscious mind shutting down, he pulled her closer to him.

The kiss remained loving for only a moment, a brief but eternal moment, then Danni was pulling herself ever farther into his arms. Her small wet mouth was searching his hungrily, passion renewed by his approval. Her hands flew up and down his chest, affirming he was real, that this wasn’t a dream, and she moved her legs to straddle him.

His nose caught a brief scent of jasmine from her hair, a silky smell, and then she was back kissing him, hands pulling him into her world. He could smell something else, faintly, a slight musk, stoking his passion from a small ember into a full-blown forest fire. Pulling sharply on her arms, he ground his hips hard up into her, into her sex, and felt a slight whimper come from deep in her throat as a result. It was a soft cry, nothing but pure passion, and his cock throbbed at the sound of it. Brazen and unflinching, his powerful hands slid down her back and cupped her round ass through the pajamas. She had always been self-conscious about her butt, feeling it was too big, disproportionate to the rest of her slim body. What she didn’t know was that she had the kind of ass men dreamed about, her daddy thought. An actual ass, not a super model’s, but two perfect round globes that were amazingly succulent without being dumpy. The disdain that she felt being able to lose weight everywhere but in tuzla escort her ass simultaneously made every guy’s fantasy come true.

He slipped his hand underneath the elastic waistband of her pajamas, grabbing her perfect round ass and using it as a ground to pull her roughly against the bulge in his pants. She moaned something low into his mouth…

“Oh god, Daddy…”

… and then was squirming against him even harder, grinding her pussy against him while his hands moved from her ass to her front.

Amazingly, he was able to completely unbutton her pajama tops without breaking stride. Danni softly let it slip off her shoulders and onto the floor, breaking the kiss to sit back slightly and look at him. Her face was heavenly framed by those glowing red pigtails, a dazed look of pure desire sketched into her. She was breathing heavy, light perspiration on her brow, and with every breath her breasts moved up and down. They were encased in a black and pink lace bra, definitely not typical under pajama wear, and he wondered how long she had been sitting on the couch working up the nerve.

“I bought this for you,” she said dreamily, almost as an after thought.

The pink lace of the bra blended the black perfectly into her creamy white skin. Her small breasts heaved with every intake of breath, threatening to break out from their lace prison. He brought his hand up, lightly running it over her shoulders and the myriad of freckles there. A true red head, the sun always cause more of the small spots to break out, peppering her alabaster skin with a stippling of color. As his fingers lightly brushed them, her breath caught in her throat, coming fast and hard. Closing her eyes, her breasts began moving up and down even harder, begging to be let out. He decided to take his time though, tracing his finger down the hollow of her throat, in between her perfect cleavage, and down over her belly button. He had never seen her naked, not since she had been a child, and he didn’t want to rush anything.

Seeming to sense his intentions, his daughter smiled at him softly, passion dancing back behind her irises, and she slid off of him, standing up. His eyes tracked her, locked onto her body, as she slowly untied her pajama bottoms and let them slide off him. His present, obviously, had been a set, and he saw where her lovely legs met that a matching pink and black lace thong completed the vision. He sat still for a moment, trying to calm his racing thoughts, trying to make this last forever and to take her all in.

She had grown up, that was for sure. Her perfect pear shaped outline tormented her to no end, but she had to know at least a little bit from her gentlemen callers that this was exactly what men wanted. Her perfect face, pixie like, complete with gorgeous red curls. Her amazing shoulders and arms, sensual and strong, leading into her perfect tits. They were slightly more than a handful each, he judged, looking at them, and he couldn’t imagine a more perfect set. Continuing down he took in her stomach, pierced belly button, down more to her perfect hips. They were wide, she’d gotten it from her mother, and perfectly supported her amazingly round ass. She had one of those asses, he noted, that seemed to defy gravity. It was ample but didn’t look large, just looked soft, perfect. Her legs completed the image, long and flowing, marked with bruises from play just like when she was a kid. Her small feet toyed with themselves idly, betraying her slightly nervous air as she waited for his approval.

“Princess,” he said, finally, “you are so perfect.”

She laughed softly at this, cheeks growing hot as she dipped her head in embarrassment. Reaching out to squeeze his hand, she smiled up at him radiantly, briefly, and then sunk down to her knees. Fingers working diligently, she quickly undid his belt and had his pants open. He had a brief thought of protest, but it died in his throat as she rested her elbows on his knees and looked at the bulge in his boxers intently. Biting her lip, preparing herself, she finally pulled back the soft fabric and let his manhood come into view.

The look on her face was pure bliss as she saw it, the look of someone long denied something they yearned for, and he also noted how her eyes widened slightly at his girth. He didn’t think of himself as large, not small, but not large, but her look of subtle surprise made him feel like he wielded a two by four between his legs. The thought was momentarily wiped away, however, as she leaned in and licked the tip. It was similar to how someone would lick a fresh lollipop, taking in nothing but that first hint of flavor, and it sent sparks coursing from his center all the way into his brain. Noticing his reaction, she smiled and took him into her mouth.

His daughter’s mouth was wet, unbelievably warm, and his mind trailed off into nothingness as she began to suck him off. Tightening her lips as she neared the base, she pressed her tongue close to his shaft pendik escort as she tried to take him all the way down her throat. Failing, she would return back up, never taking her mouth off him, swirling her tongue around the tip and causing pleasure to rake it’s way up his back. A moan escaped his lips and was immediately returned by her, the soft vibration in the back of her throat causing his pleasure to double. She started really blowing him now, head bobbing up and down faster and faster. He could tell by the moans coming from her that she was enjoying herself, and she looked to be in something of a trance. Leaning forward slightly to try and hold himself off, he found the view to be another surprise. Looking past her head he could see her perfect ass beneath her, sticking out just enough to be visible. His orgasm was approaching, and he wasn’t sure if he remembered anymore how to stave it off.

“Oh god, Danni, angel, I’m going to come…”

She brought her lips off him, the moan building in her throat finally coming to fruition as her eyes locked with his. Using her hand to jerk him off, never missing a beat, he heard her confidence shine though in her voice, mixed with her lust.

“Come in my mouth Daddy. I want to swallow my Daddy’s come.”

With her order given she sank back down on his dick, warm mouth in contrast to the cold air in the living room, and he grabbed onto her head. His hips were raising off the couch now, pumping into her mouth, and with his help she finally managed to sink her lips all the way down to the base of his cock. It was more than he could take, that heat, her moans, and with a final push he felt his orgasm rise out of him. He exploded, his mind shooting out of his cock with his come, jetting into her mouth. She made the same sound he’d heard while enjoying her pasta earlier, moaning in approval as she swallowed each wave that he shot down her throat. With a final moan, his daughter let his cock slide out of her mouth, smiling up at him. He noticed, his cock twitching in approval, that a small amount of his come had dribbled down from her perfect lips, dipping down her chin. She looked as content as he’d seen her look in years.

He realized than that the romantic music was still playing, the echo dying out of his ears and following the rest of his senses return. He realized she was going to stop, going to finish him and that’s it, crawl up next to him and cuddle. He didn’t know if this was going to continue, if they were out of their minds or not, but he knew he didn’t want this to be it. He reached down, lovingly but forcefully picking her up, and threw her back onto the couch.

Danni let out a surprised little “eep!”, just a syllable really, before he had peeled off those tight little panties and started to lick his way down her long legs. Eyes wandering, he took in the sumptuous sight of her soft little pussy in all its glory. She trimmed, that much was given, but he was amazed to see the soft downy mound of red hair that crowned her perfect little slit. It was curly and thick, like the hair on her head, but just a tuft. Like everything else, it was perfect. He rested his nose in it lightly, taking in the aromas, as his tongue slowly licked her warm center. She cried out at this, faint shock tinting the lust, but her hips shot off the couch to reach his tongue even deeper inside her. She tasted good, exactly as he’d expect, like jasmine, like springtime, a deep musky earth that overpowered his sense and left him wishing he could stay here forever.

“Oh god, Daddy, please, please…” she moaned.

He finally brought a hand down her stomach where it had been resting and slipped a single finger lightly inside of her. She was wet, wetter than he would’ve imagined possible, and his digit slipping side like it was home. She squealed at this, her pleading turned into pleasure, and he let his tongue and mouth slowly drift from her wet center to her clit. Taking it into his mouth, lightly, exploring, he began to tease it in time to the motions of her finger. Her orgasm was approaching, quickly he guessed, and he continued to tease it out of her body with soft motions from his hands and lips.

“Oh Daddy, Daddy, FUCK…”

The word escaped her lips effortlessly, just air from her throat, but it hung there. She never cussed around him, he never around her, and somehow it felt like the years of not swearing had built up to now. The importance of the word, the sheer weight of it after so much neglect, pushed his passion for the moment back into the red. He started eating her harder, taking her clit all the way into his mouth, sucking on it, lightly nibbling it. His finger curved up inside her, now no longer plunging in and out, but rather finding her spot, the small texture inside her that signified her pleasure center.

Danni’s body arched into the air as he found it, began playing her nerves like a violinist. She was past moaning, past pleading, past swearing; she was into the one area where the mind cannot venture idly, the place of pure sensual bliss. Her body screamed release, her lungs sucked in breath that couldn’t fill the warm void her orgasm was leaving inside her. She felt the first shudders coming, felt her father move his hand under her ample ass to hold her steady, felt his mouth and fingers causing the waves of pleasure to ripple against her bodies shore.

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Chapter 4: Interlude

The drive to her Aunt Tera’s home was mostly in silence, as if Sabrina thought she’d burst or explode with all the emotions running through her. She continued to be overwhelmed by her mother, everything that the beautiful woman did astonished her, surprised her and made her horny as hell.

The ride was smooth inside her mom’s sporty little convertible. The two pretty women let their hair blow in the wind, enjoying the beauty of the day.

Sabrina had already begun to liberate herself, sexually. She wore no bra under her sheer spring dress and the panties were barely-there as well. If her mother hadn’t been with her, she’d have fingered her pussy all the way to her aunt’s home.

The drive was long, but Sabrina didn’t mind. She was lost in her thoughts, losing herself in her newfound sexuality. All of her thoughts seemed to center around sex, about fucking, about being licked and nibbled, about being a total sex-toy.

Cock. She thought about it all the time now. She loved the primal sound of the word. Cock. She couldn’t wait to feel one fucking deep into her pussy. To have one in her mouth, pulsating and throbbing with lust. Her pussy was aching now, she wanted to fuck. Ohhh Mom, hurry up and get to Aunt Tera’s, I wanna play with my pussy, she thought inwardly.

Caroline glanced over at her daughter, noting her obvious distress. She thought it was wonderful that Bree’s long-suppressed desires were coming to the surface and she hoped her horny little daughter would yield wonderful, loving passions.

This was the kind of day that inspired Caroline’s lusts. She and Tera would often go on picnics, either wearing frilly spring frocks with little underneath. Once at their destination, they’d find some secluded spot, strip each other slowly and make wild, passionate, lesbian love. On occasion, they’d bring a 3rd partner, like Tera’s sensual mom, but usually it was the two of them.

Caroline couldn’t wait to see her lover again and, throwing caution to the wind, put her foot to the floor and accelerated the car.

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At the same time Caroline was winding her way down the road to Tera’s home, Tera was exceptionally kırklareli escort busy.

She smacked, hard and quickly, at the rounded buttocks that were in front of her. The sweet cheeks glowed red and the woman face-down on the bed moaned with intense passion.

“You’ve been a miserable, fucking bitch, haven’t you?” Tera said as she slapped the ass again.

“Yesssss!” Michelle hissed in passionate response.

A few months into their lesbian / incestuous affair some years back, Michelle had confessed to her daughter – while eating cunt with love and affection for Tera, the daughter who’d released her inner kink – that she liked to be spanked when having sex.

“Daddy won’t do it for me anymore hunnycunt!” Michelle said between lavish slurps at the font of her daughter’s pussy. “He says we’re getting too old for those kinds of games – hmmphh, I am only in my 30’s – so we should just fuck and get it over with!”

Tera ran her fingers through her mother’s thick hair, which still shone brightly, despite a few flecks of grey. “Do you still have that Tortoise-Shell brush mother?” Tera asked.

Michelle’s eyes grew bright and round, and she ran from the room, returning a few seconds later with the brush. “This one, you mean?” she purred suggestively.

“Yessss, you nasty fucking bitch!” Tera squealed with delight. She grabbed the brush from her horny mother and swatted her on the ass with it. “You nasty slut, eating your own daughter’s pussy!”

The depravity of her daughter spanking her rounded ass and fingering her pussy at the same time made Michelle’s cunt flow like a river. She orgasmed within minutes.

Since then, Tera had always administered spankings to her mother. Michelle really got off on them. Sometimes, she’d practically beg her sexy offspring to spank her. She bought Tera a naughty black riding crop for her birthday, which Tera used on her unmercifully, swatting her mother’s round ass until it glowed red, even striking her engorged clit a few times, which caused Michelle to practically pass out from orgasm.

Michelle loved to tease her daughter now. She made every one afyon escort of their sessons special for Tera. She’d buy the nicest clothes, designer stuff – over her husband’s objections – and wear them for her daughter / lover.

Michelle had come to their lovemaking session today dressed-to-kill. She wore the “Power Suit” that Tera adored, her mother looked trim and stylish in it. And what was underneath always made Tera’s pussy drip with desire.

Today she’d worn the pinstripe blackish / grey suit that was Tera’s favorite. Her heels were stilettos, one of Tera’s turn-ons, and now Michelle’s. She’d mastered the art of walking in them, adding a gentle sway to her walk that ignited a heat in her lover / daughter.

She had stood in front of Tera, undressing slowly, teasingly, one button at a time, until Tera was almost mad with desire to rip the outfit from her mother’s lush, mature body.

But she didn’t. And the end result was always worth it.

Today, Michelle had worn an outfit underneath to entice. The bra she wore held her round, gorgeous tits, but just barely. As she removed her top, she wiggled out of the pants next. The shimmy she used was overtly sexual.

Once she was out of the top and pants, she stood before her lusty offspring clad in a bra, sheer lace panties, black stockings and garter. Her daughter reached for her, but Michelle pulled away, just out of her reach.

“Uh, uh, uh baby – be patient!” she giggled at Tera. Patient, Tera thought, Fuck!, I am dying to lick that hot pussy of hers! But she knew her mother well enough to know that Michelle would make it worth the wait.

Michelle walked around the bedroom, pirouetting in front of Tera, cupping her large tits and playing with her nipples, running her fingers over the stockings, sliding a finger into her wet, soft pussy and fingering herself. She offered one pussy-slicked finger to her daughter, who sucked at it eagerly.

She slid onto the bed and was amazed, yet delighted, when Tera’s hand smacked at her gorgeous, rounded ass. “Bad Mommy!” Tera yelled at her. “You made me wait to get at that luscious cunt of yours! Bad Mommy!” Tera amasya escort swatted at her mother / lover unmercifully, making her ass cheeks glow a delicious red.

She used the riding crop too, and Michelle was on the verge of pain – yet it was still pleasurable. Tera knew this, and buried her face in her mother’s pussy, licking at it, slurping up all the juices as she now gently caressed her mother’s buttocks.

They were in a “69” now, mother licking daughter, daughter licking mother, soft moans coming from both women.

They wiggled on the bed, their bodies similar in height, so the lovemaking was fierce, passionate and skilled. In the years they had been lovers, Michelle’s lesbian skills had developed to the point she was nearly as good as her daughter.

She drilled her tongue into Tera’s cunt, swirling it around, up and down, licking at the clit and stroking her soft thighs.

They adjusted positions, Michelle lying on top of her daughter, their breasts squashed together, rubbing pussies together, the wetness from both women lubricating their heated fucking.

Michelle’s brain drifted back to how all of this had started, her daughter and Caroline seducing her into this new, deviant – yet happy – lifestyle – and she smiled as she continued to dry-hump her horny daughter. Her husband didn’t spend a lot of time with her in bed nowadays, but she didn’t care – she had Tera and in the years since, had found a few other female playmates. She didn’t crave cock much anymore, but the gentle caress of a woman’s hand, her soft lips, her gentle touch, the subtle aroma of pussy and perfume – those made her ache with lust now.

Tera’s fingers pumped in and out of her mother’s cunt now, bringing her to mini-orgasm after mini-orgasm, Michelle was nearly out of her mind with lust and passion. Over and over she came, her juices slicking her daughter’s fingers, until she couldn’t stand it anymore, and came, an explosion that nearly knocked her off the bed.

She snuggled with Tera, toying with her daughter’s nipples, cradled in her arms. “When are you expecting the girls?” she asked.

“In a few hours, so you need to get your shapely ass home to Daddy!” Tera giggled, swatting her mother’s ass as she got up from the bed.

Michelle pouted a bit, as if wanting to stay. She did want to see Caroline again – and she wondered if her daughter would be as wild as the mother. But those were thoughts for another day. She dressed and left, blowing a kiss to her daughter, knowing there would be more pleasures yet to come.

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“Ramesh, why are you naked? And why are you hard? Nanda, did you two go swimming? Why is he naked, then?”

“Mom, we did go swimming! Ramesh is great at it! I couldn’t catch up with him! Of course, he can’t swim naked in public, but he can be naked at home!”

“But why? Doesn’t he have any shame?”

“Mom, he’s not a woman. He doesn’t need modesty. When you were growing up, didn’t boys swim naked? Didn’t you see naked men all the time? Wasn’t it improper for a man to see a woman the same way?”

“I suppose so. I don’t have any problem with it; I was just thinking about you, Ramesh. If you’re fine with it, then I am.”

“Thanks, Mom. Also, what do you want to do with your favorite kid now that he’s here?”

“Hey!” Nanda spanked Ramesh.

“You know I can’t pick favorites. But yes, we should all do something together!”

Ramesh didn’t tell Dhanya about him dating Nanda because he was afraid she would get mad at them. Nanda didn’t tell her either. Dhanya was wearing a saree, made of a sarong and a blouse. In addition, she wore a shawl down her shoulder. While her daughter was thin and very short, Dhanya was of average height and a little fat. She was plump and motherly. Although she didn’t have an hourglass shape like Nanda, she had huge breasts and a nice, plump, juicy butt that Ramesh wanted to get into. His erection was not subsiding because of her attractiveness.

“Hey, Nanda, can you get a bottle of oil? I’m going to give Ramesh an oil bath. Let’s go outside. I don’t want to clean up after we’re done.”

Ramesh was now outside, and he could see multiple women looking at him. He even saw a flash of light from a woman’s phone, knowing çeşme escort she had taken a picture of him.

“Ramesh, I haven’t seen you naked since you were a little boy!” Staring at his penis, she said, “and you’re not so little anymore!”

Ramesh blushed, turning away from her. “Hey, I’m your mother! I’m just delighted to see my little boy has finally grown up! With this body, girls must be all over you! Do you have a girlfriend?”

“No, Mom. Hey, here comes Nanda.”

“Nanda, I want you to watch me bathe him so that when you have kids you will know how to bathe them.”

Dhanya put a little bit of oil in her hands and started massaging his scalp with it. Then, she moved on to his face and shoulders. “You have very wide shoulders, Ramesh! I know you’ll protect your future wife with your strong frame. Hey, what if we get you married?”

“He’s old enough, Mom. Why not?”

Now massaging his chest, Dhanya asked, “Do you like girls with big boobs, Ramesh?”

Ramesh was mortified that his own mother was talking to him like this. “Well, what man doesn’t? Of course I do!”

Now rubbing his stomach, Dhanya said, “When you get married, get your wife pregnant as soon as possible. I want grandkids!”

Nanda couldn’t stop laughing. “Hey Mom, I wasn’t going to tell you, but now that we’re all here, why not? Ramesh is my boyfriend. We might get married.”

“What? So that’s why he was naked? Listen, I’m fine with that, but this is too far. I can’t let my children marry each other. I would become the laughing stock of the town!”

“Mom, we love each other! How can you keep two lovers apart? başakşehir escort It’s the 21st century; the town will become used to it.”

“I suppose. But you’re not engaged yet. However, if you two want to get married to each other, I’m not going to stop you.”

Ramesh didn’t say a single word about his point of view, and it turned him on a little. These women were making the most important decision in his life, and he had no part in it.

Now massaging his testicles, Dhanya said, “So here are my grandkids.” She kissed his scrotum. “Stay safe, little ones.” Now she was stroking his penis. “Nanda will be quite happy with this. Your father was only four inches, and I’ve seen plenty of dicks, but this is the biggest dick I’ve ever seen! You’re huge, Ramesh!” She finished putting oil everywhere on his body.

Now shining, Ramesh was beaming with pride.

“Hey Mom, come inside. I have something to tell you.” And so Dhanya and Nanda went inside, leaving Ramesh outside. They locked the door too, leaving him with no escape. A woman was coming down the road and walked up to him.

“Hey, how’s it hanging? Must be pretty hard carrying that monster around!”

“Well, at least I can let loose and expose my body! I don’t have to cover up like you.”

“Yeah, but I have to stay clothed! Nobody cares if you wear clothes or not. It’s important for you to stay nude so we know when you have a boner. If you do, women have to be kept away! And there’s a lower chance of you hurting women if they’re kept clothed. You know, it’s legal for men to be naked in this city. You just never see it anymore. People küçükçekmece escort today think men need so much modesty! For what?”

“Yeah, I love being nude! My girlfriend and I do CFNM. Have you heard of it?”

“Of course I have! I hope CFNM can be achieved all over the world someday. Just remember–your duty is to protect us women, but please don’t hurt us. CFNM is necessary to achieve a balance. Although women are weaker than men, them wearing clothes and men not wearing clothes evens it out. I often walk into the men’s bathroom to check out dicks. It’s an anatomy lesson for me,” she said while giggling.

“Well, nice meeting you, but I have to take a bath now. Bye!”

“See you later!”

“Ramesh, you have to take your bath now!” Dhanya dumped a bucket of water on Ramesh, making all the oil come off. She then shampooed his hair and put soap all over his body, making sure to squeeze his muscles. She suck a soapy finger up his butt and wiggled it around.

“Hey! Mom! Cut it out! My asshole is clean!” Dhanya and Nanda giggled. Dhanya pulled her finger out and she pulled back his foreskin.

“Ramesh, what is this? I told you when you were little to get rid of this foreskin cheese! You don’t clean yourself, do you? You dirty boy!” Dhanya began to vigorously clean his glans with soap and water, making Ramesh scream in pain.

“Ow! Mom, that hurts! Stop it! I promise I’ll clean it better next time!”

“This is what you get for not cleaning it. You brought this upon yourself.” Dhanya washed his glans off and put his foreskin back. Finally, she dumped another bucket of water on Ramesh and toweled him dry. “Now my son’s squeaky clean!”

Ramesh and his family played cards and charades together, becoming closer than ever before. Nanda began to sit in her boyfriend’s lap, and Dhanya saw the couple display their affection for each other frequently. At the end of the night, Dhanya went to sleep. Ramesh and Nanda went to his room.

“Hey, how about that handjob I was talking about earlier?”

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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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