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This is a performance poem. About how I used to, as a kid, lay under the canopy and paint the sky.
I accidently sent the WRONG email to my wife’s sister…
Note: This story is told from the third person perspective and this chapter doesn’t feature a whole lot of sex(in fact, it doesn’t feature any, but it does have masturbation at the end), this chapter is meant as more of an introduction. Sex will be much more prominent as the series goes on. If you prefer a first person perspective don’t worry, as I plan on writing another story to run parallel to this one. Hope you enjoy and please leave comments below!
Bella Grace was in many ways, your average housewife. She cleaned, cooked and reorganized the house so much that it would appear different nearly every week, much to the chagrin of her husband. “Bell” he would say sternly. “You must stop moving the furniture around. This couch was over on the other end of the living room just last week for crying out loud!”
The man of the house, Tristan, was the ‘tall, dark, and handsome’ type. His short coal black hair and brown eyes was in perfect contrast to Bella’s long, waist-length golden blonde hair and ocean blue eyes. In his younger years, he was quite the stud, working out daily, but now at the age of thirty-four, he has almost given that up entirely. It wasn’t completely his fault, however, as he worked a full time job and went to night classes in an attempt to get a promotion. Bella would often bring up working herself, but as Tristan would constantly repeat “You’ll need to get used to staying home when we have kids”. The idea of getting a nanny was also out of the question. “Can’t afford it” Tristan would remind his wife.
Bella would find herself bored out of her mind quite regularly. The thirty-one year old was used to shopping or hanging out with friends, but since their move, the Graces have made very little friends. Tristan had friends from work and school, of course, but Bella had very little chance to meet new acquaintances. Once she was done with her daily chores, she would often browse the internet or watch TV in order to kill time. Today she decided to use the computer.
After checking the news and tomorrow’s weather, Bella looked up local jobs, just for fun. After a few minutes, an ad caught her eye. “Looking for part-time housekeeper. No kids, just cleaning and cooking. Hours are ten to three. Call if interested”. This was perfect, Bella thought. Her husband worked nine to five, then came home for an hour and went back out to school. She could work without Tristan even knowing! Bella jotted down the number and rushed to the phone.
“Hello?”
“Yes, hello. My name is Bella Grace and I was interested in your online ad”
“Okay, Bella. Do you have any experience?”
“Well, I work on my own house”
“That’s fine. How old are you?”
Thinking this a strange question she responded with a pause “Um…I’m thirty-one”
“Come over anytime you want for an interview”
“Okay, I’ll see you soon”
As she placed the phone on the receiver she wondered why he wanted to know her age. Perhaps he felt older women would be inadequate and take to long to get everything done. Whatever the case, she was certainly interested. For far to long, Bella had been subjected to the worst kind of punishment known to mankind; lack of sex, thanks mostly to Tristan, who was barely home. A part time job would definitely take her mind off things, at least for half the day.
Bella finished her house work and set off for the address given to her by the man on the phone. As it turned out, it wasn’t very far away. Only about a five minute walk from her house. She walked up the steps wearing her finest white blouse and black skirt combo. Just as she was about to knock on the door, it opened.
Standing in the doorway was a handsome black man, with a shaved head and a six pack. Clearly unlike Tristan, this man worked out.
“Nice to meet you. You must be Bella” he said, with a smile.
“Yes. I didn’t catch your name?” Bella said, meeting his hand with hers.
“That’s because I didn’t throw it. But my name is Jason Brown”.
“Nice to meet you Mr. Brown”
“Please, just Jason”
He showed her inside and she couldn’t help but stare at the muscles on his arms. Compared to the lankiness of Tristan, Jason seemed like an athlete. They sat together on a three piece sofa and Jason asked her a series of questions. About ten minutes later, they were done and Jason stood up and put his hand out.
“Congratulations, Bella. You’ve got the job!”

”Great!” She said, getting up and grabbing his hand. “When can I start?”
“Well not right now, as my work is nearly finished anyway. You see, I work from home and need someone to cook and clean for me” he said.
“Oh? What happened to Mrs. Brown, if you don’t mind answering”
“Haha, not at all. I have never been married” he said. “Can you start monday? I don’t work on the weekend” he continued, trying to change the subject.
“Sure, that sounds great. See you then!” she said as she walked out the door.
Bella arrived back home with only an hour left until Tristan arrived. He would surely want his dinner, so she immediately got to work on it. She prepared dinner, leftover meat, and set it on the table just as Tristan walked through the door.
“Meatloaf again?” he said, taking a seat at the table.
“Sorry, honey, but we can’t afford much else”
“Hopefully we’ll be done eating this crappy food once I get a promotion”
Bella didn’t like her cooking being criticized. Sure, it didn’t take much to prepare meatloaf, but he should be glad he has anyone to cook for him at all. To the outside world, her growing animosity for her husband would appear as though they were an old couple, married for decades. In fact, they have been married for only three years.
“I was hoping that you could take off from school today so we could spend some time…” she started.
“Absolutely not. The big test is today, you remember” he said, cutting her off. “Don’t worry though. We can spend time together on the weekend…” he said, thinking hard “No, wait. That’s right, Saturday’s the big game and on Sunday I’m going fishing with the guys. You understand, I’m sure. We’ll find some time together” he continued.
“Yeah, I understand” she said with snark in her voice.
After dinner, Tristan kept to his usual routine by watching TV for the next half hour before going off to school. When she was finished with the dishes, Bella sat down next to him to enjoy the movie. Almost immediately, Tristan looked at his watch and got up. “Oh crap, I have to go or I’ll be late. See you tomorrow” he said, planting a kiss on her cheek. And just like that, he walked out the door, leaving his wife alone and lonely.
The rest of the night was as unsatisfying as could possibly be. She watched TV for a couple of hours and had a late night snack before heading off to bed. The last thought that went through her mind was the loathing she secretly felt for her husband.
The next morning, Bella once again made breakfast for Tristan and once again, he made jokes about it calling it “crappy” and “awful” before he headed off for work. “What a charmer” she thought. “More like an asshole”. She brushed her teeth, took a quick shower and got dressed, wearing the same clothes she wore to the interview yesterday.
She arrived at Jason’s house five minutes to ten.
“I like a woman who’s on time” he said, smiling.
He showed her what to do and where everything was. “You can cook anything you like for lunch, I wouldn’t buy it if I didn’t like it!” he explained to her. As he went to his den to work, she started to clean the house. Vacuuming, dusting, washing last nights dishes and doing the laundry. She was to prepare lunch at around 12:30, which she made sure to do. For lunch she made hamburgers, which were wrapped in tinfoil in Jason’s fridge. She knocked on the door.
“I’ve brought lunch” she said.
“That’s very kind of you, Bella but I don’t like to eat in the den. We can eat together out in the dining room”.
He came out of the den and they sat across from each other in the dining room.
“Mmm…this is delicious, Bella. You really are a great cook”
“Oh it’s nothing. Anybody can make hamburgers”
“Sure, but you must have put something in here to make them taste better” he said as she blushed. Never before has she received praise for much of anything, least of all for her cooking.
“I would love to help you with the dishes, but I really do need to work. It looks like you have the house in order however. So how about you do the dishes and then you can take off early with full pay” he said.
“Oh no, I wouldn’t feel right…” she started.
“Don’t worry about it” he said, cutting her off. “Wouldn’t be much point keeping you around here when you have everything done. I’m sure your own home could use some work” he continued. She blushed again. After the dishes were done, she let Jason know that she was leaving and then walked back to her house.
Upon arrival, she saw a message had been left on her answering machine. It was from Tristan.
“Hello. Honey are you there? Well, I suppose you’re doing some shopping, hopefully for groceries, you don’t need anything frivolous, dear. When you get this message, can you bring my suitcase down to the office? I somehow forgot it. Very important files in there, I’m sure you’ll understand. Besides, what else do you have to do?” this outraged her. It was bad enough that she had to drive all the way to his job, but also the fact that he had the nerve to claim that she had nothing better to do?
Bella grabbed the suitcase that was displayed on the top shelf of there closet and walked out the door, as mad as could be. All she could think of in the drive was how useless Tristan really was. She considered divorce, but realized that she had no where else to go. Once she found a suitable man, then she’d leave him, but until then, she was stuck.
“Thanks babe, you’re a life saver!” he said. “Well, see you later” he continued, closing his door in her face. Did he even know how much of an ass he was being? Certainly no one could unknowingly be this much of an asshole, Bella thought.
She took the forty five minute trip back home in the same beat up car she drove to the office with. Tristan bought himself a fancy $10,000 car, she gets a second hand $1,500 car that barely worked.
That evening at dinner, the couple spoke very little. Occasionally, Tristan would break the ice by saying things such as “wish this food was better” or the very classic “we must be really poor if you’re making crap like this”. And as has become tradition, he sat his ass in front of the TV following dinner to watch the tail end of a movie. As he got up to walk out the door, Bella had become almost happy. She tried to hide the smile that was entering her face as he said goodbye.
Bella decided to give herself a little treat by running a warm, almost jacuzzi-like bath. She poured bubble bath into the tub and took off her clothes. The warm water felt great as it cascaded down her legs. With her eyes closed, she saw her husband, not in an intimate way, as that was a long time ago, but instead, she saw him nitpick her cooking and cleaning. Soon her thoughts went other places and she saw the only other man she had interacted with in the day, Jason. She imagined him placing a kiss on her lips, in a sensual way she had not felt in a while. His arms wrapped around her waist as he continued to passionately kiss her. In her thoughts, she saw his penis, which she imagined was very large. This made her extremely wet. She didn’t care if these thoughts were wrong. If Tristan wasn’t going to pleasure her, then someone had to, even if it was just imaginary.
Bella placed a hand on one of her breasts and twisted the nipple while the other hand made its way to her nether region, which by this point was very moist. She rubbed her clit as the other hand got her tits soapy. She inserted a finger, while picturing Jason standing in front of her, pumping his massive dick into her pussy. Another finger was inserted into her unfulfilled vagina and her nipples, now erect, were also getting plenty of attention. Fake Jason was still plowing her pussy as a third finger entered it. A moan escaped her mouth “Oh, Jason. Fuck me. Fuck me harder!”
The three fingers were going in and out of her pussy faster with each passing second, and her tits were completely lathered up, with only the red plump nipples showing. Her moans got louder as she finger fucked her hair-covered pussy. Finally, her juices gushed out, mixing with the water and she remained in the bath, eyes still closed, panting from the experience that she had longed for.
It was now very clear to Bella. She had found a suitable man. Now all she needed to do was get him interested in her, if he wasn’t already…To be continued…
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The final chapter in the ongoing saga of Todd, his disinterested wife, his step daughter with daddy issues, and her horny friend
An evening Valentines day date that goes spectacularly well
We spent the rest of the afternoon in mom’s bedroom, fucking and sucking in various positions, including with mom on top, riding me, which was great, as I could watch her ample full boobs jiggle and bounce as she rode me. Fuck that was good! I must have cum at least another four times over the course of the afternoon.
One of my favourite times was when mom knelt on the floor on her elbows and knees, and let me pull her buttocks wide open so I could lick and finger fuck her asshole. I opened it up wide and also let a few gobs of my spit enter her butt-hole, to help ease my finger in. I think she enjoyed it from the way she moaned and groaned with pleasure. To be truthful, I was becoming increasing aroused by the sight of mom’s asshole and wanted to stick my prick in there. But although mom had mentioned this in her “dirty talk”, she’d never actually said I could, and I did not want to push things too far, too soon. But from the way she had reacted to my fingering it, I had hopes she would let me fuck her ass sometime soon.
During our sessions during Sunday afternoon, mom never collected my cum. She either swallowed it if she sucked me, or let me cum inside her, and then let me watch it drip out of her pussy, which added to my excitement.
In the evening whilst we were eating, mom reminded me that we had to see Dr Taylor again the next day.
“And remember,” she said, “We mustn’t tell the Doctor just how far I have gone in helping you to cum.”
I nodded in agreement. I knew it wasn’t something we could talk about in front of other people.
After our meal we both sat in the living room to watch some TV before going to bed.
I was wearing my ‘house-gown’ with my boxer shorts on underneath, whilst mom had ‘dressed’ since our earlier fuck-fest in her bedroom, but sill quite sexily — wearing the tight fitting soft-jersey type material grey shorts with a low cut bright red blouse without a bra, which showed ample cleavage, and her nipples protruding through the thin fabric. She looked pretty hot sitting there!
Since mom had been helping me cum all weekend, the ache in my balls had been much less. But with the working week starting for her tomorrow, being a Monday, I wondered how I would manage.
“Mom, I’m going to feel a little strange during the daytime this week, as you won’t be able to help me cum like you have this weekend,” I said.
“I know dear,” mom replied. “I’ve been thinking about that too. I have to go to work and you have to go to college. We’ll speak to Dr Taylor tomorrow and see what she says. How are your aches now?”
“Well, I’ve been feeling pretty good this weekend as I’ve been regularly cumming.”
“We’ll have one session tomorrow morning before I go to work and I’ll have to collect a sample like we were doing before. Today has just been an exception.” She smiled at me as she finished the sentence.
We idled the time away watching a movie and soon I was feeling sleepy. Mom looked over at me and said, “Time for bed I think young man. Do you need to cum again before sleeping?”
I felt I could, and my sleepiness started to disappear at the thought.
I nodded.
“As I haven’t collected your cum all day, I think one last time without won’t matter too,” said mom as she stood up. “What would you like to do?”
Seeing mom standing a few feet away from me with her tight figure hugging shorts which were pressing sexily into her crotch, I felt like touching her there and feeling up her ass.
“I’d like to play with that wonderful ass and pussy of yours again mom,” I said. “I just can’t get enough!”
Mom walked sexily over to me, swinging her hips, and stood in front of me as I still sat seated on the sofa chair.
“Go on then,” she said, smiling, “Do what you like.”
I placed the four fingers of my right hand on the area of her crotch and just ran them along her pussy mound several times, up and down. I could feel her pussy hairs and slit through the soft thin material of her shorts as I did so. Mom reacted with a slight moan of pleasure and pressed her pussy mound back against my fingers.
Then, satisfied for a moment with that, I said, “Turn around please mom.”
“That’s too polite,” replied mom teasingly. “You’ll have to ask me in a different way, if you want me to do that. Talk dirty.”
I looked up at mom and decided to oblige.
“Turn around and show me that juicy thick fuck of an ass, mom.”
“Mmmm….yes,” replied mom, “That’s better.” And with that mom turned 360 degrees on the spot and presented me with her curvy large butt, which was just about level with my face as I sat, if not a touch higher.
I rubbed my hands over each buttock, through the soft material of the shorts, groping and cupping the flesh there greedily. Then, I pulled the material that was covering each ass cheek inwards so that it caught in mom’s ass crack, making her butt look even sexier as it tightly hugged her ass with each buttock partly showing. I bent forward and kissed each cheek in turn and then ran my tongue over the skin, savouring the taste and sensation. Fuck! This was good, and my cock getting was hard!
Then, I grabbed mom’s shorts at the waist and just yanked them down, giving her a bit of a surprise.
“Fuck, yea mom,” I said, “Your juicy ass is so fucking hot, I could play with it all day and all night.”
Mom didn’t say anything, but just stepped out of her shorts, so now all she had on was her bright red blouse which went to just above her hips, leaving her glorious backside and legs fully exposed and naked.
Then she wriggled her ass as she stood on the spot, knowing how much it excited me to see the flesh on her butt cheeks wobble and jiggle.
By now my dick was fully hard and wanting some attention.
I stood up behind mom and rubbed my cock along her ass crack, again slightly surprising her and making her exclaim, “Ooh, that’s nice.”
I slapped my hard on against mom’s butt cheeks for a bit longer, and then said, “I’d like to follow you upstairs with you like this, so I can watch your cheeks move, and then maybe you can suck me off and swallow my cum.”
“Ok,” replied mom, still with her back to me, and rubbing her butt sexily back against my hard on.
Then she started walking slowly away from me toward the door, her hips swinging, so that her ass looked even hotter as she walked.
Mesmerised, I followed her. When mom, got to the stairs she started walking slowly up them, again swinging her hips as she did so. Man what a sight! I was half drooling as I watched her climb with her butt almost in my face as I followed closely behind. I could not help slapping her ass once or twice with my hand. “Fuck yea mom,” I said, “Fucking hot ass.”
Mom reached the top of the stairs and walked down the corridor and into my bedroom, and sat on the bed. My hard on had been swinging wildly as I’d followed her, and now I just presented it to her face as she sat down. Greedily she took it into her mouth and started sucking me.
“Oh fuck yea mom,” I said, responding to the way she was blowing me.
She grabbed the base of my dick with both hands and really went for it, taking all my shaft into her mouth almost to the hilt.
Then she started playing with my balls, with one hand. I let my right hand wander down of mom’s left boob for a moment and then I just grabbed her head as she carried on sucking me hard. Then she let my dick out of her mouth for a moment and ran her cheeks along the side of my shaft as if savouring it’s length along her face.
“Talk dirty to me while I bring you off,” she said. “You know how much I like it.”
And without further ado she took my dick head into her mouth again and started sucking on me.
Happy to oblige, I said “Yea suck that dick bitch. Suck it hard and let me see you swallow my cum. I know how much you like it now. You’re a cum swallowing slut aren’t you? You just love taking my cream inside your mouth and swallowing it, don’t you?”
I grabbed her head and started pushing my dick into her mouth in time with her sucking, so that I felt like I was face fucking her.
I could feel her breathing hard through her nose as she sucked on me and she seemed in total ecstasy. Finally, I felt the cum rise in my balls and grabbing moms head hard, I thrust hard and deep and spurted in her mouth with a loud groan.
“Ohhhhhhh…Ahhhhhhhhh…” I said out loud.
Mom had clamped onto my dick with her mouth firmly as I came, making sure that this time she would not spill a drop. And indeed she didn’t, as she seemed to be swallowing the lot!
After she’d milked me dry with her mouth and cleaned all the cum off my dick, she smiled up at me and said, “Mmmm…. that was lovely, I love the taste of your cum,” and she licked her lips, letting her tongue linger outside her lips momentarily to show me how much she enjoyed it, like she had been eating some delicacy. Fuck, she knew how to tease me!
“Now have a good sleep and I’ll collect another sample first thing in the morning before I go to work, but I’ll have to use the semen beaker again from tomorrow.”
I nodded, and smiled back at mom.
She stood up, her tits wobbling in her red blouse, kissed me on the cheek and said, “Goodnight, hon. Sleep tight.” And with that she strolled out of my bedroom. Again, I watched her naked ass swing sexily as she walked away. Fuck!
I curled up in bed, and in no time at all fell sound asleep.
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I looked at my watch. It was 3.30pm. I was about to leave my college campus and head for Dr Taylor’s Clinic, which was a short bus ride down town.
Mom had told me in that morning she would leave work a little early, and meet me there. That was after she had wanked me off into the semen beaker of course, before she left for work. It was a little disappointing not to have her suck me off properly and let me cum in her mouth, but we had to use the semen beaker again to get some measurements, as we’d given doing that a miss, completely, on Sunday.
As I sat on the bus going towards the clinic, I wondered what Dr Taylor would say, and if my blood test results would show up anything. I still had a slight ache in my balls everyday, but as I mentioned before, this would normally clear up after I’d cum several times.
I thought back to our first visit to see Dr Taylor. I suddenly remembered the way she had looked at my dick and licked her lips. Then I remembered mom doing the same thing several times before she had actually started to suck me off. An image of my dick in Dr Taylor’s mouth flashed through my mind quickly and I smiled. ‘Don’t be stupid,’ I said to myself! Doctors don’t do that with their patients!
Soon, I reached my stop and got off the bus. A few minutes later I was climbing the steps up to the Clinic front door. I saw a mid-thirties looking attractive blonde receptionist at the desk and introduced myself.
“Afternoon, ” I said. “I’m Jacob Addington. I have an appointment with Dr Taylor for 4.30pm.” The receptionist looked down at her diary, and as she did so I could not help but look down at her quite ample cleavage which was showing. She was wearing a white nurse type uniform which had quite a low cut top, and her boobs were pushed quite firmly up to create quite a sexy cleavage. She looked damn hot!
“Oh yes,” she smiled back at me. “Please take a seat. Your mother is already here.”
As I walked into the waiting area of the clinic, I saw mom had got there before me and was sitting in a chair reading a magazine. She looked up and smiled at me. There were no other people waiting, probably because we had the last appointment of the day, although I think the clinic had two or three other doctors too. I gave mom a kiss on the cheek and sat down next to her.
The receptionist was a about 10 feet away from where we sat at one end of the waiting area, near the front door. She smiled reassuringly over at us. I couldn’t remember seeing her the last time I was here. The image of her ample cleavage still lingered with me.
Then mom said in a low tone so no one else could hear, “Remember Jacob, you mustn’t say anything about how far we have gone in our cum collecting sessions. Let me do most of the talking.”
“Ok, mom” I replied, as quietly back to her.
After a couple of minutes the phone rang by the receptionist, and after answering it she said out loud, “You may go in now.”
Mom and I got up and went over to the consultation room door. Mom knocked, and I followed her in.
“Ah, Mrs Addington and Jacob, do come in said Dr Taylor smiling broadly, from behind her desk, standing up in a white doctor’s coat, welcoming us.
She shook both our hands and beckoned us to sit down on the chairs in front of her desk.
Dr Taylor was a mature lady, of around 50 years, stocky in build, chubby and buxom with it, and with greying hair. She wore glasses, but as I looked at her I noted again, like the first time we had met her, that she had quite a pretty face and wonderful deep blue eyes, which had almost a playful sparkle in them.
As we sat down, Dr Taylor first looked at my mom and then me, and still smiling and looking quite jovial said “Well how are you both, and how have you been getting on since I last saw you?”
Mom took the lead and said quite enthusiastically, but a little hesitatingly as if slightly embarrassed, “We’ve been doing fine Dr Taylor. I….er…have been helping Jacob in getting some measurements for you, as you suggested. I have them here.” Mom pulled out the records sheet, which she had shown me on Sunday morning, and handed it to the doctor.
“That’s excellent,” said Dr Taylor smiling. She took the paper from mom’s hand and put it on the desk in front of her without reading it. “I’ll look at this in a moment. I’m so glad you felt able to help Jacob, as it can be difficult to collect samples,” she added, as if to provide some reassurance.
Then Dr Taylor looked hard at me and said, “Tell me Jacob, how are your aches down below?”
I cleared my throat and said a little timidly, “I do still have them, but it does help a lot when I er….er …you know masturbate. I mean when I…er…you know, spurt my semen.”
“Good,” replied Dr Taylor still smiling at me. “I’m glad that you do get relief at least.”
“Now,” she continued, “I do have your blood test results here,” she said pointing to a blue folder, which was on the desk in front of her. “But first let me see your semen measuring record.”
Dr Taylor picked up the sheet of paper mom had given her and read it carefully.
“Yes, I see you have been producing quite a lot, but from the totals you’ve worked out at the bottom, I can see it is generally within a similar range every day.”
She paused for a moment looking at the numbers. “Yes, that’s all fine,” she added. “Thank you for keeping this record. I hope it has not been too difficult,” she added, looking first at mom then me.
For the first time I think I saw mom blush at that remark, and she replied quickly, “Er… no doctor…it….its been quite an experience as it’s something a mother is not often asked to do, if you know what I mean.”
“Yes, yes Mrs Addington. May, I call you Margaret.”
“Well, my friends call me Marge. That will do.”
“Marge it is then,” replied Dr Taylor. “Yes I do understand, and I’m sure Jacob has been grateful too.”
Mom looked slightly uneasy but just smiled back at the doctor.
Dr Taylor looked at me and said. “Aren’t you Jacob? You must be thankful your mom has been able to help you.”
“Yes, sure I am,” I said, in a tone more relaxed than I thought I would say it.
Mom then said, “Are you able to tell us what the problem is Doctor?”
“Yes, I can,” replied Dr Taylor. “I am pleased to say the blood tests have given us an answer to what is going on. So in that sense it is good news. However, the treatment I am going to suggest maybe a little more…,” she paused for a moment, “A little more unusual and perhaps difficult.”
I felt a tinge of concern and looked at mom, who I could see was also looking worried.
Dr Taylor saw our anxious expressions and said, “Oh, please, I did not mean to worry you like that. Once I’ve explained, you may not think it is too much of an issue to overcome.”
“Please tell me what’s wrong with Jacob?” asked mom.
Dr Taylor straightened up in her chair a little as if she was about to say something important.
“Mrs Addington….I mean Marge,” she said looking at mom, “The blood test show Jacob has a condition which although I would not describe as rare, is a little uncommon. I will not bore you with the name of the condition, and we did send the samples to another laboratory for confirmation. Luckily the condition is detectable through the blood tests. I will try to explain it as simply as I can.”
Dr Taylor looked at me then mom as she spoke. “As you may know, men and women both have bacteria present in their genital areas, which are kept at an optimum level though various means, including the body’s own immune system. In certain cases in men, the balance of this bacteria overwhelms their balancing mechanisms and can lead to aches in the scrotum area, which in effect has happened to you Jacob,” she said, looking directly at me and smiling reassuringly.
“But, the good news is that it is curable. Our medical history records show that virtually all young men who have had this condition have been completely cured. However, the recommended method is,….well,…..slightly unusual.”
“Well, it’s a relief to know you know what it is, and that Jacob can be cured.,” said mom. “But in what way is the cure unusual?” she added, almost taking the words out of my mouth.
Dr Taylor paused for moment.
Then looking at mom directly she said, “Because of the slightly unusual nature of the treatment, you may prefer that I speak to you directly and in private first, Marge, before telling Jacob.”
Mom listened and thought for a moment before replying.
“Er….well, no doctor. It’s all right. I know Jacob is mature enough to listen to what you will say, and I would like him to be present. He’s my son, and I know he will be ok with whatever you might say,” she replied, firmly.
I felt kind of pleased that mom had spoken up for me like that. But I guessed it was partly because of the sexual intimacy we had already shared.
“Alright,” said Dr Taylor, looking at mom and then me quite seriously.
“Occasionally, men much older than Jacob in their fifties and sixties can get this condition, but for them we normally prescribe tablets, which they then have to be take once a week for the rest of their lives. However, the best treatment for this condition, in a young man of Jacob’s age, is to naturally lower the imbalance of bacteria in the male genitals. The way to do this normally, is for a man is to have sexual intercourse frequently with a woman, as the different bacteria that are present in a woman genitalia, naturally help to restore the imbalance in the male, as they get passed on during intercourse.
Mom and I both listened in silence without saying anything. You could have heard a pin drop. And I felt a twitch in my dick as the doctor spoke the last sentence.
“Now for this to work,” continued Dr Taylor, “The intercourse must be without a condom, as obviously we require the male and female genital fluids to mix.”
Dr Taylor paused for a moment.
Then looking hard at me, she said, “Do you have a girlfriend at the moment Jacob?”
“Er…no,” I replied, rather embarrassingly.
“Well, here is where the slightly unusual recommendation for treatment I have for you comes in, in that case.”
Dr Taylor paused again.
“To be blunt Jacob, you need to have sex with a woman daily for the next 2-3 months, and then regularly thereafter, to restore your body’s balance and get rid of your aches. But if you do not have a girlfriend, then that is a problem.”
I sneaked a look at mom, who obviously was not going to say we had been doing it, and neither was I.
Then, I was shocked at the Doctor’s next lengthy statement.
She looked at mom and said, “Marge, I want you to know I am also a sex therapist and counsellor as well as a medical doctor. I see many different types of people who visit me in that capacity, and who tell me all kinds of sexual fantasies and fetishes. So nothing surprises me anymore. And of course the relationships between a sex counsellor and the client is completely confidential.”
“Er..yes…I understand that,” replied mom, slightly confused.
“So what I am try to say, is that one possible solution to the fact that Jacob has no girlfriend currently is ..,” Dr Taylor paused, “For you to perhaps go a little further in helping him with his treatment, if you know what I mean.”
I saw a streak of red run across mom’s neck and cheeks as she realised what the doctor had just suggested to her.
I think I must have blushed too.
Mom stayed silent. My dick twitched again.
Then trying to be more reassuring, Dr Taylor said, “As I mentioned, the relationship between a doctor and the patient is strictly confidential. I can only suggest what is best for the patient and it would go no further than between us, if it helps Jacob get over his little problem, or until he meets a fine young girl in the future hopefully.” Dr Taylor smiled as she finished the sentence.
Mom regained her composure a little and said, “Er…yes…I see what you mean doctor. I shall have to think about it.” She obviously didn’t feel comfortable enough to tell the doctor we had already fucked!
“However, I have an alternative option,” continued Dr Taylor. “Over the years during the course of my sexual counselling, I have seen a number of women, similar to your age Marge, who also have certain sexual issues and problems because their husbands’ can no longer perform sexually. I have handful of such women on my books now. All they require is to have sexual intercourse once or twice a week to help them overcome their problems. Dr Taylor paused.
Then continuing, she said, “I Also have a number of men a little older than Jacob — in their early twenties, who also come to see me with their sexual problems, for example, shyness in approaching women, or lack of experience in the sex act, and require just some initial guidance and prompt in the right direction. Now, being a ‘hands on’ type of sex counsellor, what I do, with the permission of all involved, is, I link up these young men to these older women, who have their husbands’ permission of course. And so the young men can resolve their sexual issues and gain some confidence, whist at the same time satisfying these mature ladies. It is a ‘win, win’ situation. The key is also that before I link up the young men to the mature, experienced women, I make sure both parties are completely free of any infection or STDs, so that they are able to enjoy themselves to the fullest extent, without worry. And I do follow up checks too. So what I am saying, Marge, is if you feel unable to help, I could link Jacob up to one or two of these ladies I know.”
As the doctor had been speaking, and what she had been saying sunk in, my dick had become semi hard. I couldn’t quite believe my ears. Dr Taylor could put me in touch with some older ladies of mom’s age for me to fuck to help cure my problem! Fuck!
I thought mom would blow up either in embarrassment or rage at the idea, but strangely enough when I looked over at her to see her reaction, see seemed quite calm. If anything, calmer than when the doctor had started talking.
“I see,” mom replied. “Well, Dr Taylor, I am so pleased to have chosen you as our doctor, as I can see your approach to treatment is very ‘hands on’ as you put it, and you have the best interests of the patient at heart, even if the treatments are slightly unusual. I’m also glad that you are so frank with us in your explaining the situation, and offering an alternative solution. I shall have to think this all over, as it is quite a lot to take in. But at least we know what’s wrong with poor Jacob,” mom paused, looking at me, “And how best we might be able to help him.” Mom smiled back at the doctor now, clearly much less tense and more relaxed in her chair.
Mom’s reaction surprised me and my dick was still snaking around in my pants at the thought of all these suggestions. I was trying to hide it by holding my hands over my crotch!
“Good,” replied Dr Taylor beaming back at mom. “I’m so glad we have an understanding.”
Then looking at me, Dr Taylor said, ” I hope you will feel comfortable with the suggested treatment Jacob and not feel shy. I’m sure you will appreciate it.” I thought I detected a glint in her eyes as she spoke to me.
I decide to play all innocent and I piped up, “Er…yes…. sure Dr Taylor, anything that helps me get over my problem.” Then, feeling a little braver and to add a touch of spice to the conversation, so that Dr Taylor might perhaps think I was more of a man than she knew, I added, “It has been quite nice and relieving at times when mom has been helping me, so I’m sure help in other ways from mom and from other ladies might be good too.”
I definitely saw a sparkle in the doctor’s eyes this time as I spoke, and my dick twitched again.
“Very good,” replied Dr Taylor. “Now, Marge, you have a think about what I’ve said and let me know how you might want to proceed. And remember this is all completely confidential between us only.”
“Thank you, Dr Taylor,” replied mom.
“Now, before you go today, I do need just one final test to perform which is to take a fresh sample of semen from Jacob. Once the treatment I’ve just suggested to you has been started I will also have to take fresh semen samples twice a week as we monitor progress through regular semen tests and blood tests. You no longer have to take daily cum measurements from Jacob now. Is that ok?”
I felt relieved we didn’t have to use the semen beaker at home again, but I think I must have not been listening properly to the first part of what the doctor had said as mom asked, “You mean you would like a sample now from Jacob?” and looking a little perturbed again.
“Yes. That shouldn’t be a problem should it? Do you feel you can provide me with one Jacob?”
“Er.. yes,” I said..” I guess so.” The truth was, aside from being semi hard already, hearing what the doctor had suggested, my balls were aching a bit, and cumming was just what I needed, as I’d only cum once that morning with mom helping me.
“Good,” replied Dr Taylor. “Excuse me one moment.”
Dr Taylor picked up the phone and said, “Cynthia, as Mrs Addiington and Jacob are the last patients for the day, and it’s almost 5pm, you can go home now. I won’t be needing your assistance further today.”
I realised Cynthia must have been the name of the hot looking receptionist. Dr Taylor listened to a reply and then said,. “That’s right, we’ll be fine. Have a nice evening – bye,” and put the phone down.
“Right, would you like to follow me to my inner consulting room?” Dr Taylor got up and beckoned us to follow.
I had not noticed another door in the doctor’s room on the first visit, but the doctor led us to the far side of the room where there was indeed another door. She opened it and we all went in. The doctor then closed the door and bolted it from the inside. “I like to make sure we have absolute privacy,” she said. “Welcome to my inner consulting room. This is where I see clients who have sexual issues or problems of various sorts, and I try to counsel them and help them resolve these issues.”
As I looked around the room I noticed it had a much more cosy and informal feel to it compared to the doctors main consulting room. This was more homely and even intimate. There were matching lampshades, a luxurious beige carpet with a large roomy leather sofa and a separate sofa chair. At one end of the room a very comfortable looking milky chocolate coloured leather bound couch/examination table was placed in the centre space so you could walk around it, where I guessed people could lie down. There was also a door to another room attached to this one!
As I entered the room, for some reason my hard on had gone down completely. Perhaps it was the thought of what I might have to do in front of the doctor, rather than in private with mom, which is what I was used to.
“Now, Marge, I’ve brought you in here too because I thought it would be better if you might like to help your son produce his semen sample, like you have been doing at home. I would like to watch and assist if you wouldn’t mind so I can make sure everything is in order from a physiological point of view. Is that ok with you both?”
“I guess so,” said mom, but I could see she was a little embarrassed.
I just nodded.
“Now Jacob, see that door — that goes to a bathroom. I’d like you to be nice and clean, so would you like to take off your pants and underwear in there, leave your t-shirt on, and give yourself a good wash of your privates, wrap yourself in a towel, and then come back out here.
I nodded again and walked over to the bathroom door.
Dr Taylor asked mom to sit down and offered her a soft drink. “Jacob before you go, would you like a drink too?”
“Just water is fine,” I said.
I went into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. Fuck! I couldn’t believe this was happening!
The bathroom was very nicely fitted with a bath and separate shower cubicle, and luxury tiles on the walls and floor. Next to the wash basin were a number of cream coloured towels of different sizes.
I took off my trousers and boxer shorts and gave my dick and balls a good wash using a small towel and soap. Then I rinsed myself off by wetting another small towel, and finally dried myself using a larger one. The large one was big enough to go around my waist, so I wrapped the towel around my hips and walked back into the room where Dr Taylor and mom were waiting.
“Excellent,” said Dr Taylor as she saw me come in. I took a sip of my water which she handed me in a glass. “Please lie down on the couch over there, and we’ll join you. Keep your towel over you for now.”
I did as instructed. My dick was completely soft now – my earlier arousal had completely gone!
I lay down on the couch, which was in the centre area of the end of the room so that people could walk around it, with my t-short still on, and the towel covering me from below. The couch was very comfortable and had a high back so as I lay there I could almost sit up. Mom and Dr Taylor came over.
Dr Taylor was holding a semen-measuring beaker like the one she had given us to take home.
“Just relax now Jacob. I’ll just ask your mom to take a sample like she does at home.”
Dr Taylor then lowered the head end of the couch a little so as I was lying, my back was about at 30 degrees, and I could relax my back and head.
“Right Marge, just do whatever you normally do to get the sample from Jacob at home. I assume you masturbate his penis into the beaker?”
“Er.. yes, that’s right,” said mom, not giving much away.
Mom stood on one side of me and Dr Taylor stood on the other as I lay on the couch.
Mom pulled the towel way from my crotch and legs to reveal my dick. I was now naked from the waist down. I could sense Dr Taylor looking at me dick intently.
Mom started to stroke my dick to try to get some life into it.
I was still limp. And I thought I should say something about that.
“Sorry, I think maybe because I’m in a strange place, I’m not worked up enough just yet,” I said truthfully.
“Marge, do you provide any stimulation for your son? For example, do you let him touch you?”
Mom hesitated for a moment. I could sense she was unsure just how much to let on. Then she said. “Well sometimes I do. I let him touch my bottom and sometimes my breasts too, as that can help him to cum quicker.”
“Well don’t let me stop you then. Just do what you normally do,” said Dr Taylor encouragingly.
Mom turned her ass towards me a little and I started to caress it through her skirt. My dick responded a little, but I was still not really getting properly hard.
“I think perhaps you need some more stimulation,” said Dr Taylor, after watching this for a few minutes, and seeing I was still not getting properly hard. “Tell me Marge, do you let Jacob see you partly undressed?”
I knew mom was fighting her feelings not to tell the doctor too much, but to my surprise at her openness she finally said “Well as you been so frank and open with us doctor, I will also be honest with you and say yes. Occasionally, I have let Jacob see my breasts and my bottom. But I would always wear some panties to cover my crotch area,” she added, lying. She obviously didn’t feel comfortable to reveal any more just yet!
“Well, may I suggest you remove your top and skirt in that case so Jacob can be properly stimulated? I think he does need more help, poor thing,” said Dr Taylor sympathetically.
Mom stopped wanking me and started to unbutton her white blouse. She then took it off, revealing a white full cup bra underneath. Then, she unzipped her skirt from the side and let it fall to the floor. She was wearing quite conservative white panties underneath which didn’t reveal much of the flesh of her ass. She picked up her skirt and placed it on the sofa with her blouse.
She was now wearing just her white panties and bra with black medium height heels. She came back over to me, and not looking at Dr Taylor, perhaps to avoid eye contact because of how she was now dressed in front of me, pulled her panties into her ass crack partly, so as to make her ass look more sexy, and then began stroking my dick again.
“That’s quite a nice touch, to make you look more stimulating,” said Dr Taylor pointing to what mom had done with her panties in pushing the fabric into her ass crack.
“Well, he does like bottoms a lot, so he tells me,” replied mom, to my surprise, revealing one of my likes.
“Well that’s quite natural,” said Dr Taylor smiling at me.
I started stroking mom’s ass again, which was now looking much more alluring, but Dr Taylor looking on at me from one side was not helping my erection still.
I think the doctor noticed my discomfort.
“I think we need to do something else here if we are to get you going young man,” she said. “I did say I was the type of sexual counsellor who believes in a hands on approach, so what I can do if you like is to stand nearer you Jacob, and you may also touch my bottom lightly through the material of my skirt, as you like bottoms so much. Are you ok with that Marge?”
“Er…yes sure,” replied mom.
Dr Taylor removed her white coat to reveal surprisingly low cut beige blouse and dark brown knee length skirt underneath. She came and stood next to me about level with my chest so my right hand could reach her ass. She was much rounder in shape than mom, and more of a bubble butt, I noticed, despite her chubbiness.
“Now don’t be shy young man, you can squeeze and feel my bottom as you like whilst your mom does her bit.”
I couldn’t quite believe this was happening. With my left hand I was feeling up mom’s ass cheeks as she stood in her underwear to my left and with my other hand I was stoking Dr Taylor’s ass through the material of her skirt as she stood to my right!
My dick started to become hard and responsive finally, although I still felt a little awkward.
Dr Taylor placed the semen beaker on the couch so mom could get hold of it in time.
Then to my surprise mom said. “Dr Taylor I hope you won’t mind, but I’m going remove my bra so Jacob can see my boobs. That normally does the trick at home.”
“Well, I am glad to hear you have such an informal arrangement,” replied Dr Taylor looking more pleased now.
Mom unclasped her bra and threw it on the sofa. Her glorious, full, melon like globes with large brown areole came into full view. Mom’s thick nipples looked exceedingly tempting and suckable.
“And I must say you have a very fine pair of boobs,” said Dr Taylor seeing them in their glory.
“Thank you.”
Before going back to working on my dick mom lent over my face so her boobs were in reach of my mouth. I don’t think she had planned to do this but just did it instinctively. Seeing this, Dr Taylor said, “And I see you let him suck you too. Excellent! That should really do the trick. Look!”
Dr Taylor pointed at my dick, which was now fully hard, as I had taken mom’s juicy tit into my mouth as she let her boobs fall over and stroke my face, and she saw it’s full length and hardness now for the first time. “Jacob, you do have a fine erection. I am going to call it a cock if you don’t mind, as I think it is easier to help you to cum if we use more common words.”
Dr Taylor keenly looked at my hard on, and licked her lips, and I could see she wanted to touch it. “Can I make a suggestion?” she said.
“Go on,” said mom.
“How about if you stand over Jacob like you are and let him play and suck on your fine boobs, and I collect the semen sample? It may make things easier,” said Dr Taylor.
“Sounds ok to me, ” said mom. “You ok with that Jacob?”
I nodded. It would be good to have another woman’s hands on my dick.
I was started to feel much more relaxed being in the doctor’s presence now, as she seemed to be enjoying what we were doing too. She moved over to my left where mom had been standing and mom came over to the right of me, still leaning over me slightly so I could suck and play with her boobs or ass with one hand.
Mr Taylor started to wank me. The feel of her hand on my dick was quite exquisite and her technique arousing. She was clearly an expert in this from the way she was stroking me!
My dick was now at full stretch, but I did not feel like cumming just yet.
“May I touch your bottom again Dr Taylor?” I said, feeling brave.
Without saying anything, Dr Taylor angled her ass back at me so I could reach it, and I started to grope at her fleshy ass cheeks through he material of her skirt.
“That’s right. Feel my ass young man and cum for me,” said Dr Taylor as she continued to wank me, whilst I felt up her butt.
At that moment I would have loved it if either mom or Dr Taylor had given my dick a quick suck. But I did not feel brave enough to go so far as to suggest that.
Mom then surprised me again by saying, “Let me use my boobs on his cock for a moment. That should do it finally.”
Mom moved down the couch a little so she was now opposite to Dr Taylor a who let go of my dick, and let mom wank me with her boobs as she held them tightly around my prick and moved up and down.
Dr Taylor looked on pleasingly. “I’m so glad to see you are so free with each other in this way,” she said.
Seeing mom do what she was doing to me in front of the doctor triggered something off inside my head, and I started to get extremely aroused now at the idea of mom sexually pleasuring me in front of someone. I’d gone from being very shy about it initially, to now getting really turned on by it, and I felt the cum rise in my balls.
“I’m gonna’ cum in a minute if you carry on like that,” I said out loud.
Mom continued wanking me between her fleshy tit mounds for another minute or so and then stopped and let Dr Taylor take over. The doctor grabbed the semen beaker in one hand and started pumping my dick hard up and down. She was just in time as after just few strokes I came, gushing into the semen beaker.
“Ahhhhh..AHH…OOOOOHHH,” I shouted out as I came, jerking my hips upwards several times as I did so.
Dr Taylor continued to expertly hold my cock and pump me until my cum waves subsided and she’d collected all my cum in the beaker. I pushed my head back against the couch and closed my eyes, enjoying the high of my orgasm as the doctor’s hand still held my dick, and mom stood topless, wearing just her panties, next to her. Fuck, that was so good!
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Hey i’m a normal guy who has a thing for this Woman Nicole she is a great friend of mine and i’m hoping one day she will be more than just a friend ;)!
The writer’s block….is real……naw I’m joking. It’s just your man RedThorn here to spicen up the sex stories site once again! As for my sudden and abrupt and…..unnaturally long absence. I had decided to purse my kinker side in life to help improve my writing. Hopefully you will like it and return to great story! Without further ado….R&R!!!
A question led to a contest, which led to a whole lot more.
It was another day at work, which meant stealing glances at the new Hispanic girl, Kim.
Suddenly her eyes caught mine. I looked quickly to my monitor, cursing myself for staring so much. Last thing I wanted was for her to feel uncomfortable and report me or worse yet, quit.
I looked back at her as she turned around. Kim was short. She was probably around five foot two, and had a curvy one hundred and twenty pounds body that was nothing short of perfect. Absolutely sexy smile, in fact I believe Kim looked a lot like Gina Gershon when she smiled. Her breasts were average, and her hips exploded out to meet her hot curvy ass.
She was only twenty-one, thirteen years my junior. Hell, I liked younger women. Especially hot ass ones like her. Since I turned twenty-five, I’ve always been the classic dirty old man. I always stole glances at hot young women who paraded around my office. But it did not stop with the young, I liked all women. I had been with older women, and loved the pleasure they provided me as well. But as of now, my thoughts were centered on Kim.
It was a dead issue, really. My office was a meat market of young men, all which could give her some terrible, inexperienced sex. Hell, she would probably think their skills were amazing. After a few hours with her, I would have her curled up in the corner, mumbling incoherently. I’ve been there and done that, and have a certain skill set when it comes to sex that usually makes the women come back and want more. Once I had her, it would be all she wrote.
I once again snapped back to reality. What would a young, sexy woman like her see in an old man like me? I looked back at my spreadsheet and continued pecking away at the keyboard. “Data entry, my favorite part of the job,” I thought. Creating and filling in copious amounts of spreadsheets to keep the bosses happy. The only thing that kept me going lately was Kim’s sexy body swaying around the shop.
I headed home that night, thinking about numerous ways I could get her to see the type of person I was. Nothing I could come up with sounded like it would actually work, and some of the ideas I had would probably have landed me in jail.
As I walked in the house, I was greeted by my sister Nicole, who was sexily under-dressed. She was wearing a small pair of shorts, and a loose tank top that left very little to the imagination of her nice round tits. I immediately felt my cock twitch as she turned around and went back into the living room. I watched her ass as she walked away, as it slightly protruded from the bottom of the shorts, and then continued upstairs into my room. Nicole was a beautiful woman. Nicole is five foot six, one hundred and thirty pounds, with her brown hair dyed auburn. Possibly model material, I am not ashamed to say I have had some excellent thoughts about being with my own hot sister. But that was incest, and I was not willing to go there.
I flew out of my working outfit and stretched out naked on my bed, rubbing my cock and thinking about Kim. I instantly was rock hard, all the pent up desire in my body reflecting in my blood-gorged cock. I imagined her perfect mouth wrapped around my cock, bobbing up and down, her small hands milking my shaft, trying to get the cum out. Then I imagined her swinging her legs around over my head and nestling her bald pussy onto my mouth. That was enough to cause me to shoot ropes of semen over my stomach, with some even landing high on my chest.
I took my hand and scooped my cum into my mouth, something I always enjoyed when I was turned on. And I was really turned on. It tasted so good, so salty, I continued to find semen and place it in my mouth.
“Oh, my god!” Nicole was suddenly standing there in the doorway.
“Get out!” I thought I closed the door.
My my sister shot out the door. “Now I know why you don’t have a girlfriend,” she said from the hallway, “you’re gay!”
I quickly walked over and closed the door. I rested my arms on the door and put my forehead in my arms, “No, I’m not gay. Go away.” Shit, how do you explain that you are bisexual to your own sister?
“I saw that, and I am pretty sure straight men do not do that, Tim”
“And how would you know? Your barely 23,” then a thought crossed my mind,” Tell me you never tasted your pussy.”
“That’s different,” she said.
I opened the door and walked out into the hallway. “Oh, yeah? How?” I asked as she looked at my naked body.
“Go put some clothes on you faggot!” She yelled as she looked down at my still erect boner. “Why are you still hard?” she asked as she realized my member had not subsided.
I had to say something to get her to stop thinking I was gay, “Because I’m sitting here naked in front of a sexy woman! See, not gay!”
“You’re sick, then.”
“Then I am,” I grabbed my shaft and gave it a few strokes.
“Ewww,” Nicole turned and walked away. “Go do that in your room.”
Instead of going to my room, I went into the bathroom and took a nice hot shower. Under the hot water, I thought about how I was good enough to let my sister stay with me after her divorce. She never had a boyfriend since, and she was just going to continue to live with me because I did not charge her rent.
I suddenly thought I should not have stroked my cock in front of her in the hallway. I did not want things to be weird between us. After my shower, I wrapped up in a towel and went down to apologize to my sister.
I walked down the stairs and went to my sister’s room. He door was closed and as I approached it I heard something I did not expect to hear. I heard her crying. Did I hurt her feelings? I quickly opened the door,
“Hey sis…”
“OH MY GOD GET THE FUCK OUT!!!”
The next thing I saw will be plastered into my mind until the day I die. My sister, on her back with her head on her pillow, stark naked and thrusting a pink vibrator into her shaved snatch. I instantly froze up and continued to survey the situation.
She took the pink machine and hurled it at me, missing by a wide margin and shattering her dresser mirror. The sound of the glass shattering woke me from my trance and I bolted out of the room, unable to close the door because I had dropped my towel in the doorway on the way out. Still I tried to close the door, as if the towel was going to cut in half.
“Get the fuck out you freak!” Nicole came at me off the bed and suddenly she screamed in pain, “ARGGHH!! Fuck!” She fell to the ground.
I was still trying to close the door when I realized my sister had stepped in a piece of broken mirror, cutting her foot wide open. I quickly ran in the room, careful not to step on any large pieces of glass. I picked her up and took her out to the couch, her grimacing in pain.
I ran and grabbed the first aid kit from under the kitchen sink, and ran back to her on the couch. She tried to cover herself with her hands, because there was nothing nearby to cover herself with. The couch pillows were sown into the couch, and the nearest blanket was back in her room through the broken glass.
I quickly cleaned out the wound and wrapped it up in a bandage, all the while stealing glances at my sister’s breasts and naked legs. She was still in a lot of pain at this point, so I got up on the couch and held her in my arms. To my surprise she held me back, crying until she was too tired to cry. Her head was on my chest inside of my arm, and she looked as if she was looking down straight at my soft pecker. Once I realized that she could be looking, I felt the blood start to flow again.
“Doesn’t that thing ever calm down?” She whimpered, with a slight attempt at a giggle.
Amused that she was in fact looking at my growing member, I replied, “Yeah, it’s pretty sensitive.”
That is when my sister took her hand and pushed my dick down and laid her hand flat over me, holding me down. The sensation of her touching me made me jump.
“Calm down, I don’t want that thing poking me in the eye… shit… ow… that hurts so bad… do you think I need stitches?”
“No, I’m pretty sure you don’t.” We will check it soon. If it is still bleeding then I’ll run you to the E. R.”
I slid her over, got up, went up to my room and put on some pants, socks, and shoes, grabbed a blanket for Nicole. I covered her and went to clean up the broken mirror.
“Seven years bad luck, you know!” I shouted across the house.
“Ha. Ha. Shut up!”
I walked back into the living room after cleaning the mess, and Nicole was now watching TV, still naked under the blanket.
“I think it’s broke,” I held up her vibrator.
“I need a new one anyway,” Nicole said candidly, “I need to get one that feels more like a man.”
I was shocked by how forthcoming she was, “Okay, I’ll toss this out then.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No, I’m sorry, I did not mean to walk in on you, I thought you were crying.”
“I was about to cum.”
I felt my cock twitch in my pants. “Well, I am sorry.”
“You should be… you know that… well…, “she paused, “you were the one who got me all hot in the first place.”
I asked, “Is that right?” My cock was not thumping, no longer twitching. In short moments, my hard on was visible in my pants.
“Does it make you horny that I was masturbating thinking about you brother?” She pulled the blanket off exposing her naked body. I could see her far better than when in she was fucking herself in the bedroom. Her pussy was clean and smooth and parted slightly open with small lips folded outward. Her hole was wet and small.
My whole world started to shift… was I in a dream or was my hot sister wanting me? “Yes. Very.”
“Well, I still have not cum yet… could you help me?”
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A couple of months back my husband was due to go out into town with his 2 bosses, a father and son firm he had worked with for about 5 years. Both father and son were certainly not my idea of attractive, both skinny and obviously not sun worshippers like myself judging by their pale pink complexions.
On the night I was feeling a little horny myself and was looking forward to him coming home and satisfying my desires, hence I dressed accordingly, black pull ups, short skirt, lacey black knocks and bra and easily removable blouse!.
He nodded with a wry smile on his face when he caught sight of me coming down the stairs,
“Seems a shame I have to gou out” he said with a smile
“Aren’t they picking you up?” I asked
“No, I will meet them in a bar in town, see you later” he replied, leaving me with a peck on the cheek.
As the door shut I sat myself down in front of the TV with a chilled bottle of wine. Around 15 minutes later the doorbell rang, when I answered it I was surprised to see both father and son standing there,
“Is he ready?” they asked
“He’s gone, said he was meeting you in town” I replied
“Odd” said the father “we were supposed to pick him up”
“Come on in, let me phone him”
They walked in behind me, no doubt checking out my attire, although I say so myself I was well out of their league.
Picking up the phone I rang my husbands mobile
“Hi hun, have you met with Roger and Dave yet?” I asked
I begin to fume inside and after a minute or so I put the phone down
“Everything ok?” Roger (the father) asked
“No it damn well isn’t, he says he is with you and not only that but he is going back to your house later and will not be home!, he is obviously playing around!” I replied, my voie quivering with anger
“Hey maybe he has just got it wrong about being picked up and doesn’t want to worry you” Dave replied
“Hmmm, I don’t think so” I sat back on the settee, grabbing my wine and taking a big glug
“Fancy a quick glass” I asked looking up
“Yep, ok, just a quickie”
I got another 2 glasses, opened a new bottle and poured them a glass each. We started chatting, it was obvious I was angry and even blurted out how horny I had been feeling and how I was dressed up ready for his return.
We carried on drinking and before long the 2nd bottle was finished and I opened a third, feeling slightly drunk I bent down a little to far at the fridge, showing the tops of my pull ups, i could almost feel their eyes but did not give it any thought, after all they were certainly not my type and employed my husband too.
“How about a game?” said Roger as I sat back down
“What?” I asked
“Strip poker” he said laughing.
“Are you serious!” I exclaimed, “not only am I married but you also employ my husband!”
“Oh only a playful game” he replied
“Yeah, just a bit of a laugh” said Dave
I considered it, maybe the drink had given me some bravado but I found myself replying,
“Ok, just for a laugh, nothing serious” I said
We moved over to the dining table and I dealt the cards, lady luck was certainly shining on me as I won the first 4 hands leaving them both with their shirts and trousers off, making them look even skinnier!
The next hand I lost and took off my blouse, the both looked on approvingly as I revealed my black half cup bra, holding my firm 34C tits. The next hand I lost too and no my skirt was removed, by now we had all had another glass of wine, I should have stopped the game there and then but the drink was acting on me and I thought this was just some fun, albeit not quite as innocent as it should have been.
The next round was lost by Roger, all he had left was his socks and white Y fronts, surely his socks I thought as he stood up and I breathed a sigh of relief as he bent over and pulled his socks off before sitting back down again, however, he also lost the next hand,
“Looks like you are out” I said thinking he would go and sit back on the settee
“Yep, I’m out but must play in the spirit of the game I suppose” he replied.
I watched as his hand began to pull his Y fronts down, as he pulled them down over his bulge a thick pink cock sprang out, I just could not quell my gasp, it was so unexpected, totally at odds to his skinny frame, even soft it must have been 6 inches, he noticed my eyes fixed on his crotch and smiled
“Not too bad is it?” he asked
“Um, no, I guess your wife has no complaints” I stuttered, pulling my eyes away
“Dave, you still want to play”
“Of course” he replied
The net round was lost by me, maybe because I couldn’t concentrate as I had the vision of his fathers cock in my mind. I stood up and pulled down my skirt
“Wow that is some body” he said, it is true, I am very proud of my looks and know how I turn men on.
He dealt another round, he lost this time and stood up, please don’t I thought as I saw his hand begin to ease down his boxers, he was built like his father, maybe even a little bigger, I could not believe how these 2 could be so well endowed yet so skinny.
“Ah well” he said, “game over, could I just use your loo please?”
“Of course, just through the kitchen” I gestured behing me
He moved toward me in order to squeeze behind my chair, as he walked past he stopped to squeeze through, I just felt I had to look and turned my head, his crotch now right in front of me at eye level. There seemed to be an uneasy silence as he stopped, I could see that he was becoming a little “excited” as his cock seemed to harden slightly in fron of me and quickly adding another half inch
I looked up at him, I just did not know how to react, I felt a tingle between my thighs but tried to dismiss it, I could not let this happen, I was too good for them, far too good, he just looked back down at me, a smile on his face and moved another inch forward.
“You can touch it if you like but surely it’s nothing knew, surely your husband satisfies you too” he said
“No, much smaller” I whispered under my breath, thinking he didn’t hear me
He grew a little more, now around 7 1/2 inches
“I don’t mind if you just want to feel it” he said as he moved a little closer
As I looked up he bent down and grabbed my hand, placing it on his cock, I gulped, I didn’t know what to do, the tingle ran through my pussy again, I had never scene such a cock except in some of the DVD’s my husband had. I felt his cock in my hand, something took over me and I began to move it along his length making him even longer, my fingers barely touching around his thick shaft.
I felt his hand softly rest on my head
“No” I murmured but without conviction, I opened my mouth and shut my eyes, heraing him gasp quietly as he felt his cock entering my mouth, he knew I couldn’t turn back now, he knew he was about to be satisfied by the gorgeous wife of one his employees.
“Mmmmm, that feels nice” he said, “can you take a little more hun”
I moved my head down his shaft, the slightly salty taste filling me with lust, my hand reaching up to his thighs, letting him know I could take more.
Now he had the green light he held my head and eased a few more inches into my willing mouth, I had deepthroated my husband before but being so much smaller it seemed easy but I wanted this cock so much I took more of him, feeling the thick swollen head in my throat as he began to move his hips back and forth.
“Thats it, suck that big cock” he said, “and what about my Dad, are you ignoring him on purpose” I heard him ask
He pulled his cock out and I felt another hand turning my head to the left, his father stood there, his long pink cock now fully erect, I was now powerless and let him enter my mouth.
I pulled him out gently,my hand pushing back his foreskin as my tongue began to work on the end of his cock, licking greedily, I tasted his pre cum and licked a little stale cum from his cock where he had fucked his wife earlier in the day.
“Lets get a little more comfortable” he said and I was led to the settee, I sat back and Roger knelt in front of me, pulling my body down a little so my pussy was of the edge.
Looking down I watched as he rubbed the end of his huge cock against my wet pussy lips. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet taking out a condom,
“No” I whispered, “fuck me bareback”
Smiling he brought his uncovered cock back to my pussy and I moaned with pleasure as I felt him ease inside me, streching my pussy around his shaft.
“Dads cock feel good” said Dave as he climbed onto the settee
“Oh God yes” I sighed
“You know you talk too much” he said before kneeling on the settee in front of me and pushing his cock back into my eager mouth
My body rocked as I took on father and son, their big cocks using my mouth and pussy, after a few minutes I heard Dave ask his father if he could fuck my cunt, his father pulled out, as his son climed off the settee
“Why don’t you get on the carpet here for us” Roger said
I climbed down and got on all fours for them. Daves hands grabbed my hips and he began to feed me his 8″ cock, his dad grabbing my head and beginning to mouth fuck me
“I bet she never thought she would be taking 2 big cocks tonight” he said
“Nope, and I bet here husband is not having as much fun” laughed Dave
As they fucked me I felt a huge orgasm rising inside me, with my moans muffled by the cock in my mouth my pussy began to sock Daves cock, as I was cumming I felt Rogers cock swell a litle more in my throat
“Mmmm here it comes” he said as I felt his cock jump a little before starting to pump hot thick cream into my mouth, I had to swallow as he held my head on his cock
“Yes, swallow that cum you greedy slut” he moaned as he emptied his full balls.
I kept swallowing amazed at how much he could cum, suddenly I felt the heat deep inside me, Daves bareback cock was flooding my pussy with his cum, I could feel the head up against my cervix as his seed pumped inside me
“God that’s good” he said
They both began to slow down as the orgasms subsided, their cocks becoming flaccid inside me.
“Mmmm good girl” Roger said
“You have to go” I replied, cum dripping down thighs and soaking into my pullups “this should not have happened”
“Yes, but thank you”
“I am going to bed, let yourselves out” I said as I walked up the stairs, my head spinning at what had just happened.
It must have been about 2AM when I found myself being woken from a deep slumber
“What… what is happening, no you must go” I said as I felt my legs being eased apart
“Ssssh, maybe a little later, we just want a little more fun, you know how much you want it” I could tell who said it but felt a leg being swung over me, a body above my face and a hard cock being pushed against my mouth. I knew they were in control, reaching up y hands gently clasped his buttocks and I opened my mouth pulling him down, letting him mouth fuck me.
For another 30 minutes they used my, I could not believe their stamina but soon I was being fed cum once again, I did not complain instead I greedily swallowed every drop becore cleaning their softening cocks for them.
Exhausted I fell asleep, that night was just the beginning …….
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This is not my story it is from RestrictedSection.org by the author TheTrioMakesMeHot
A little Fantasy about my boss’s daughter.
You can’t replace a dear lost mate, but you can find another love.
Missy Brother and Dad (9-10)
It was Sunday. Dad was up and thinking about the hot sounds her heard from his wife’s bedroom last night. He grinned to himself. Sunday night is when he usually went and snuck into Missy room and they fucked good, but now since mom had her own room, she could come to his room and have the big bed to play on.
Missy was up next, she came in and hugged her dad, and kissed his chest. She felt his dick and smiled. She whispered: (“….daddy, I’m gonna get you tonight, I wanna be licked”…) Dad smiled and said back: (“you do?…well I think I have just the tongue to do that for you, little girl.”)
She hugged him and squeezed his dick and said she was off to Jen’s house. Dad left to go golfing for the day. Josh finally woke up and smiled to himself about the thrill of last night. Fucking his mom was the best, hottest thing he’s ever done. God!…. she fucked awesome! Her pussy was like a glove around his dick. Her hands so warm on his butt cheeks, as she squirmed and pulled on them to bring him in tight to her deep pussy. He shook his head to snap himself out of it.
He got dressed and went in and peeked at mom. She lay naked all sprawled out with a content smile on her face. He looked at her hot smooth body and just had to tip toe in and kiss her pussy. Mom smiled and put her hands on his head and moaned a long moan. She pulled him on top of her and squirmed, feeling his rising dick laying across her pussy. She whispered: (“where’s dad”)
Josh said he’s gone golfing for the day, and Missy’s at Jen’s I think. Mom smiled and said: (“..let’s take a shower together…”) Josh was all for that, and they proceeded to the shower. Josh loved seeing his mom naked. He use to try and picture her naked when he was little, and now he could see the real thing. Mom smiled knowing his eyes were feasting her body.
Mom grabbed a robe and Josh put his on. She came in his room just to watch him undress and put his robe on. She was already starting to get wet in her pussy. She led him by the hand and into the bathroom. She sat him down and he watched he slowly take the robe off, teasing him with a slow strip show. She stood him up and took his robe off and fondled his hard dick. In they went. The warm water was a turn on to both of them as they soaped each other up.
She teased him a little. “Oh….can you reach my back Josh?…
Josh, can you soap my legs in the very back…” Poor Josh has the jitters in his dick doing all this touching of his mom. She stood in front of him and smiled as she let the soap suds run down her tits and across her big bush. She soaped Josh up all over and then she pulled him into her wet soapy pussy, and started rubbing her pussy on his dick. Josh was a very happy 17yr old about now.
Mom rubbed her whole body all over him….teasing him, just to watch his eyes feast on her wet soapy body. Mom was enjoy this as much at him. She had never done this with him ever, and it was turning her on more and more by the second. She rinsed them off and they got out to dry off. “Oh Josh, can you dry mommys back off baby?” Josh’s hands trembled as he did it. “Josh, mommy can’t reach way back there, can you dry mommy between her legs Joshie?”
Josh thought:
‘and I thought Missy was a sexy tease, mom’s driving me crazy, god…look at those fucking beautiful big tits! I’m gonna suck on them today, one way or another.’
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Missy went over to Jen’s house and Jen immediately took her in her room and closed the door. Her dad was gone shopping. Jen told her all that happened last night except the final part. Missy was so excited to hear it, and the story got her hot, and a wet pussy.
….Jen continued with the final part….”daddy finally put his tongue deep in me and he licked me so hot, I got mega tingles..(she and Missy giggled )…he wanted to get my pussy wet before we were finally going to fuck. (Missy starts rubbing her pussy)…he licked me so good my pussy got bigger inside. He then got up on me, and pulled my legs up on his shoulders and eased his dick slowly inside me…whew…he was so big…but it felt awesome. I put my arms around him and started fucking with him.
I moaned and he moaned as we fucked a little faster. I took his finger and put it on my clittie, and showed him how to rub it around while we fucked more…I got so hot and so did he, I started losing my breath from the feelings in my pussy, something was cuming and it felt good…we fucked faster as I had to yell….”Daddy…I’m think I’m gonna cum…daddy your making me cum daddy…oh daddy, oh daddy oh, Oh, OH Daddy…fuck me good Daddy…ohhh..I….Oh DADDY!,
and I yelled something and just about blacked out as I felt his hot cum go in and fill my pussy, over and over again, leaking down my butt crack and onto the bed too. He got so red in the face, then growled, he about blacked out too. Something in my pussy squeezed his dick, over and over again….it was so hot and wonderful, I’ll never forget it Missy.
Missy got lost in the story and her fingers were now dripping wet. She stared into space quiet, then shivered and smiled she just had a orgasm in her pussy. Jen asked: “Are you ok?”…Missy sighed and nodded her head. “Wow, Jen, that was so hot, isn’t it fun to fuck your own dad…dad’s are wonderful.” Jen smiled and nodded her head. Missy looked at Jen and asked, if someday her dad might fuck her too? Jen nodded her head and said: “I can make him want to fuck you too, if I want.” Missy and Jen stood up, hugged and felt their pussy’s and kissed hot.
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Josh put on his robe and sat in the living room for a while. Mom walked around slow and sexy in front of him, smiling feeling herself up standing in the doorway. Josh was thinking about chasing her around he house….so….he said: “Mom…I’m com’in to get you, and when I catch you…..” Mom smiled big and started backing up into the hall way…she flashed her open robe at him.
The chase was on!
Josh took off chasing his mom, mom yelled in a high voice…“eeeeee” and ran and hid in dads closet. Josh pulled on the sliding door, as she held it shut. Mom was all excited, her heart beating fast. It had been years since she played any games with guys, and it was making her horny, like when she was a young teenager and a boy would chase her and try to feel her up.
Josh forced open the sliding door and mom ran out, but he caught her by the arm as they both laughed and she giggled like a little school girl. He pulled her to him tight and her pussy and his dick rubbed together. Josh pulled her into her bedroom and locked her door. Mom sat on the bed and giggled and said:
“You’ve been a bad little boy, chasing your mom around the house. Come over here, mommy has to spank you. Josh looked at his beautiful mom, her hot body, her big wonderful tits, and said: “First I want to feel and suck on your hot tits,….then maybe…. I’ll let you spank me.” Mom said: “No, you nasty little boy, it’s not nice to feel and suck on your mommy’s tits. That two spankings you get,…. now come to mommy…come here…come on…
Josh smiled and jumped on his mom pushing her down on her back laughing. He put his face in her tits and licked them and sucked them as she started moaning. She reached around and spanked his ass once, then started feeling his butt cheeks. Josh got out of his robe and took hers off too. She moaned louder as he squeezed her tits and sucked her nipples, she fingered his hair and started losing her breath.
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She thought……….
‘oh my god, he can get me so hot so fast, my son is a hot lover, and he’s got the hots for me….his mom.
I just want to lock him away and keep him for ever. I want him all the time now, I get hot just looking at him. Oh god, come to mommy Josh…make mommy feel good like nobody ever has before…I love his big dick in me, I just want it to stay there and fuck me all night long. I want his cum in me now!
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She pulled Josh to her lips and tongue kissed him until Josh moaned, out of breath, She whispered: (“cum in me joshie, cum big in mom, I want your cum in me now…do it…now please!”) Josh quick slid down and licked his mom’s pussy, getting it more wet and then moved up started putting his dick in her…She had waited long enough and started fucking fast and moaning
….’fuck me joshie baby, fuck mom and cum big in me…I want it bad….I….oh god…I ohhhhh, Josh, go deep and shoot your cum in me hard…There!…I’m…oh god…I’m gonna cum so good…. Then Josh yelled and shot a mega load in his mom she would never forget. It filled her pussy instantly and came out the sides as she fucked him fast and …Screamed …”OH YES!!!”…that’s it baby!, cum in mommy …oh my god….and she started shaking all over and locked her body up and climaxed the best one of her whole life.
She sobbed her moans over and over, trying to breathe…her whole body felt like was on fire with the heat….She let her pussy squeeze down on him….and then collapsed with him. They had little jolts….come along and make them both jump and gasp!…then…all quiet as they passed out with Josh’s dick still in her and drifted onto slumber.
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Missy watched Jen’s dad as he hugged Jen. “Well, I’m all done for the day…ahhh.., Oh hi Missy!…come get a hug too.” Missy’s heart jumped. He had never hugged her and she was thrilled. She ran over and hugged him from the front and stood on her tip toes and pushed her pussy into him hard.
He blinked and smiled real big…”Wow, you really know how to hug a man good, Missy, I’d like another one of those.” Jen smiled big and whisper to Missy, (“he’s horny all the time now, give him a pussy wiggle hug!”) Missy took off her shoes and stood on the couch and pulled Jen’s dad to her. Now her pussy lined up perfect with his dick. She lifted up her little skirt and jumped in his arms. She pushed her pussy to his dick and started working it all around his…. getting larger dick.
He had his eyes closed enjoying all this, when Missy kissed him, like a long lost boyfriend. Her warm tongue slipped into his shocked mouth and dance around his tongue. He wasn’t expecting this. He wasn’t sure what to do. Jen started hugging him from behind and feeling his butt, and between his legs.
He was being attacked by not one, but two 14yr old girls. He was no match for these two, and down on the couch he went, on top of Missy. Missy clamped on him like a monkey, underneath him.
Jen got on his back feeling his dick and balls between his legs. Jen giggle lying on dad’s back, which made Missy giggle too. Jen’s dad was trying to catch his breath. Jen said: “Daddy, your such a sexy wonderful daddy, we have to rape you!” More giggling from the girls. He was in shock and just mumbled something. “The door is locked, all the blinds are down and you are our prisoner.” Jen said.
He just shook his head and smiled. The girls proceeded to take his clothes off, Missy doing his shirt, belt and pants, Jen pulled his clothes off. Missy took her off her panties and laid his hardon on her pussy as Jen got herself naked on his back.
He thought….
I should stop this but…am I crazy!!! Any guy in the world wouldn’t turn down these sex crazed girls, playing ‘rape my dad’. This Missy is a wild child and she wants to fuck me, oh my I’m a goner with these two. Ok kids, rape the dad and have a little fun.
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Missy was getting so hot for Jen’s dad she called him ’daddy’ too. She scooted down and started sucking his dick and feeling his balls. Jen got off his back, turned and put her legs by her dad’s head, lifted his head and put her pussy right in his mouth.
(she loved to be licked). Jen pulled his hands around to her naked butt. He started licking his own daughter again with Missy sucking him from underneath. Missy started jacking him faster and held his balls tight. Jen started to moan, her fingers rubbing her clit faster now. “Dad”…felt his balls starting to pull up and so did Missy, as she jacked faster, she wanted his cum.
She loved to feel hot cum in her mouth. Dad took one of his hands down to try and reach Missy’s pussy. She raised her pussy up as high as she could for him ….and then she felt his fingers had found her clit. Dad rubbed it real fast as Missy screamed with is dick in her mouth…He unloaded a bucking pumping cum in her mouth, flooding her mouth. She moaned a real long moan and kept swallowing all she could. Jen pulled Dad’s head tight to her shaking pussy and let go with a squirt as she shook and moaned…..’oh god ..daddy…yes, yes, yes….you make me cum so good…oh yessss….oh daddy…..oh daddy……
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Missy still fuck’s her dad, her brother, her mom, Jen and Jen’s dad and more. She’s quite a hot girl. She has 7 boyfriends now. They give her things she wants, cars, money, trips and more.
You might see her sometime, if she’s wearing sunglasses, your safe. If she looks at you eye to eye, and smiles and you get a fast hardon, or if you’re a girl, and you get instantly wet…
Beware! That’s her.
The End…(maybe)
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One of my original stories just with a new title, going to keep it going though I don’t know for how many chapters. I’m not a fan of short series when they have momentum, but I also don’t believe in continuing a story past it’s prime and necessity.
Dana and I enjoy relaxing nude around the apartment.
Connecting With Mother
Chapter 2
Mum lay back and rested her head against the settee. The wine had taken its toll as she fell into a deep sleep. Much as I would have liked to exploit the situation I could not bring myself to do so. I covered her up with a rug but could not help fingering her cunt which was still wet and licking the slipperiness in my mouth. My cock stirred just a little.
I woke with a real hard on and suddenly recalled the events of last night and how delicious it had been. I got out of bed and walked naked into the living room. Mum wasn’t there. She had left for work. I made a coffee and relaxed on the settee reminiscing about last night gently massaging my cock thinking about her body and how we might go from here. The phone ringing jolted my out of my wankable reverie.
“Hello.”
“Oh is that you Ian, I was expecting Jean not yourself.”
“Hi Aunt Ellen,” recognising her Glaswegian voice, “How are you?”
“Very well Ian, I was just planning on coming to stay at your Mother’s for a few days but didn’t expect she had company. Well never mind, another time perhaps.”
“Hang on Aunt Ellen, I’m sure Mum would love you to come. Why don’t you phone her at work and tell her I am fine about your staying and can sleep on the settee which is also a put u up and you can have my room. No problem at all.”
“Are you sure Ian, that’s grand of you? I’ll phone her at work then.”
“Good Aunt Ellen, I’ll see you later then.”
“Thanks Ian, bye till later.”
Whilst engaged in this conversation I was tearing myself out with frustration on the one hand and sexual curiosity on the other. Frustration for her inhibiting my plans I had with Mum and no doubt hers for me. Curiosity because of fantasies I had had in the past about Aunt Ellen. She had fed my early horniness as a teenager along with a number of Mum’s friends. Ellen was not really my Aunt but her and her husband Tom had been the closest friends in London when all four left Glasgow for London for work and a better life than the restrictive backgrounds they had been used to in Glasgow. Not to put to finer point on it Mum had been forced to leave Glasgow and her parental home when she was pregnant with me and Dad followed her. Tom and Ellen soon followed though for work.
Aunt Ellen used to come round with Tom and I would surreptitiously feed my arousal in front of the TV by glancing up her skirt to view her thighs encased in stockings and suspenders, similar to Mum. Sometimes they would both excite me without realising it – that’s what I thought anyway. Another time I had just gone round to Tom and Ellen’s flat and gone by accident into their bedroom after going to the bathroom rather than into the living room to find Aunt Ellen in front of a full length mirror with her back to me in a full flesh pink corset with stockings attached to suspenders that hung from the corset. The corset cosseted her spacious arse cheeks. Added to this she was in high heels. It was just a fleeting moment, but Aunt Ellen was totally surprised and appeared slightly shocked as she turned to face me. Then I had a full frontal view of her breasts filling out the top of her corset with a slight cleavage that revealed how large they were. They were larger than Mums.
Her stockinged legs were deeply arousing and she had no panties on so I had a brief glimpse of her hairs.
“Just go into the living room immediately Ian. You know you should not be in here.”
Chastened I turned and leapt to the door and the hall into the living room. Just then I heard the front door open. It was Uncle Tom who greeted me in his usual boisterous manner and very friendly. I was his favourite ‘nephew.’
Shortly after Aunt Ellen came in fully dressed in a skirt and blouse and greeted Uncle Tom with a kiss and commented that I had just popped round to see them. She said nothing about what had just happened in her bedroom. My embarrassment rapidly faded.
I had never forgotten that incident. For weeks after I masturbated to the sight of her and the thoughts that went with it if she had pursued my obvious desire. It could not have happened anyway with Uncle Tom getting home almost immediately.
I recalled the incident again when I had put the phone down, feeling an erection emerging at the thought that she was coming to see us. She had never let me down by telling anybody of the incident. How did she feel about it I wondered? I had a quick come in the shower before work imagining her here with Mum. What should I do? How will Mum feel about Ellen coming to stay?
That question was answered when Mum rang me at work later confirming Ellen was coming telling me that she was pleased that I had agreed to use the put u up, but disappointed we were restricted in our new found relationship. She insisted that we keep it a secret too. I readily agreed.
Mum said she would get a take away meal after her work and we would all meet at home.
Uncle Tom had died a few years back when Ellen was in her late 40s. He was a good deal older than her but had been full of the joys of life and died in his sleep. Aunt Ellen had not found a new relationship and I did not know how she managed now without someone close to her, let alone her sex life.
I got back from work about 7 to find Mum and Aunt Ellen imbibing the wine. Ellen got up to greet me and gave me a hug and kiss on the cheek. In hugging her I realised she had on a corset because of the firmness with which her body was held. She wasn’t fat but had a figure well emphasised by the corset.
After the usual formalities we settled down to lovely reunion with the wine helping its way to our heads. Ellen was sitting opposite me. I could not believe it! Her knees were quite open revealing the sight that had excited me so in my teens, stockings, belt, flesh above the stocking line and just a hint of knickers. The knickers were old fashioned in completely covering her pubes. It reminded me of the corset I had seen her in that time at her flat, flesh coloured very old fashioned but to me then the most startling sight up to that time. I’m sure she saw me having glances at her. It was as if she was willing it.
“Well Ian how’s your love life these days?” Aunt Ellen pronounced almost as if she already knew. I glanced at Mum, who responded,
“I mentioned how things are with Gillian, Ian, I hope you don’t mind.”
“Not at all Mum. To answer your question Aunt Ellen it’s practically non-existent these days though the family works well enough and I get on with my boys superbly.
“You’ve not got a new love then Ian. So how do you get your needs met then?” Ellen always had a knack of cutting to the quick.
“I get by Aunt Ellen.”
“That means life’s very boring Ian or you don’t want to talk about it.”
Mum interjected, “I think he probably looks after himself pretty well Ellen.”
I relished the hidden meaning of Mum’s comment and just smiled. Ellen replied with, “I see, that’s alright then.” This effectively closed down that topic with a touch of the caustic in it as if she had been thwarted.
We continued gassing into the night and going a little easy on the wine for a change. Ellen went to the bathroom and Mum just glowed with, “I hope that gave you sufficient cover Ian, but I wonder what she’s after?”
Ellen returned and resumed her seat putting one leg up on a pouf to rest her foot. She carried on addressing Mum about her work. Whilst they were absorbed I glanced at Ellen’s thighs and then realised that I could see her cunt hair. She had taken off her knickers and was intentionally showing off her cunt for me whilst engaging Mum. I felt my cock harden in my trousers and wished I had on my track suit again. I decided the best thing was to get out of this situation and feign tiredness as there was no way I wanted to frustrate myself all night. I did enjoy the view though.
They both went off to bed and I got out the put u up and prepared for bed. I had left my dressing gown in my bedroom, and thought sod it, I always sleep naked what’s different tonight. I decided to read and left the small lamp on next to the bed.
After about an hour I heard a movement in the hall. Aunt Ellen poked her head round the door, very quietly calling, “Still awake then. Can I come in I can’t get to sleep. She was wearing my dressing gown, and still appeared to be in her stockings from a quick sight of her calves.
She sat on an armchair near the bed. I felt a slight arousal at her proximity. We chatted around the ordinary then after about half an hour she commented,
“Ian do you remember that day at my flat when you came into my room when I was dressing?”
“I never forgot it Aunt Ellen. I never had the chance to thank you for not dropping my in it with Uncle Tom either.” My cock stiffened at the thought of then and with her raising the incident now too.
“I thought it better to keep to myself Ian. No harm came and I thought you liked it by the look on your face.”
“What made you raise it now Aunt Ellen?”
“Oh I do like you calling me Aunt Ellen – it makes us much closer. Well I just happen to be wearing something very like it now under your dressing gown.”
Really that’s a lovely thought Aunt Ellen what are you going to do about it?
We’ll see Ian. What happened after that day at my old home Ian? Did you think about me much?”
“I couldn’t get you out of my head for years. In fact I still can get horny over the idea.”
“Tell me what you thought Ian. Did you play with yourself?”
“All the time. I got off thinking about you playing with me and doing lovely things to me Aunt Ellen.”
She lifted her leg onto the edge of the bed letting the gown slide off her thigh to reveal her stocking tops where they met her skin but held it so that I could see no more. Tantalising bitch but she knew I loved it as I stroked my cock beneath the sheet getting it very hard.
“I have always loved corsets Ian and I know that men just love the sight of them and the way they gently constrain my body into a better shape.”
“Men Aunt Ellen?”
“Since Tom, I’ve had the odd fling and one-off you know.”
“Do you like showing off your body Aunt Ellen?” She just smiled.
“I’m getting a nice show now.” I moved my hand to caress her stockinged calf and slowly worked my way up her leg to her flesh. She didn’t stop me. I reached out and pulled the cord of the gown. The dressing gown flushed open revealing her corset in full and her very hairy pubes. More astonishing was what she hadn’t told me that her breasts were fully exposed.
“Didn’t expect that did you Ian. This corset has a detachable bra which I took off when I went to your bedroom. I thought you might like it.” She used her foot to rub the sheet over my cock which was now completely stiff. She pushed the sheet away with her foot revealing my hardon totally. She stood up and let the gown fall and then without any words stepped over me to take my cock in her hands and put her cunt near my face and her big arse in the air above me. I had to move to adjust position as she licked my cock with her tongue.
“I’ve wanted this for years Ian. Give me your mouth too I want it badly. I haven’t had cock for ages, oh it’s lovely, it’s just right in my mouth.”
“Your dirty Aunt Ellen aren’t you?” With that I stuck my mouth between her massive hairy cunt and plunged into her wet soggy lips.
I could look over her arse and see her dark red arse hole. But I could also see beyond her when I did that and I slowly realised we were not alone. It was quite dark and Ellen was totally absorbed with my cock in her mouth. Near the door to the hall I could just make out Mum standing there in a short nightie not making any noise. She saw that I had seen her. I nearly stopped, thinking she must be furious but was kicked from that thought by the sight of her wanking her clit slowly yet deliberately. She nodded it was ok. She also used her raised hand and elbow movement to say don’t fuck her. I got her meaning immediately and nodded. She went back to wanking at the scene.
I resumed licking Ellen’s cunt and clit. I wanted to see more of Mum, difficult if I concentrated on Ellen’s clit. So I sacrificed her clit and went to licking her arse hole with a relish. I loved it and Ellen screamed and turned toward me.
“That fucking lovely more please more of that, I just love my arse licked.”
So I tongued her and tried to pierce her rectum. She has a nice tight arse so I settled for hard licking and fingering her clit as a substitute.
Just then I saw Mum close her eyes very tight and her legs were bent as she orgasmed with no sound. That made me go over the top too and I shot my load into Ellen mouth but quietly so as not to wake Mum! Ellen realised that too as I brought on her climax with my fingers whilst continuing to suck her arse hole.
Ellen collapsed on me as she came down from her orgasm. Just as I saw Mum slip away Ellen turned round and kissed me returning some of my cum into my mouth.
“I apologise for leaping on you like that. It’s been so long to wait but but it was really worth it. It was better than I could have imagined. I think I should be getting to bed Ian.”
“My pleasure Aunt Ellen, I hope we can again.”
I slipped off to sleep mostly thinking of Mum and how she may have felt seeing her new sexual role usurped by her old friend Ellen, but assuaged by the scene before her. I wanted to go to her but decided against it as being a little risky.
Next morning I woke to hear Mum in the kitchen on her own. I thought it better that I have a shower first. On completion I went into the kitchen in my tee shirt and trousers, slightly hesitantly so see Mum in a loose sweat shirt that came half way down her thighs. She was barefooted and looked really cool. I hoped that was not her mood too. She sat at the kitchen table with her back to me. I went up behind her and put my arms around her. She did not look up or say anything. I was very anxious. I decided to take a great risk. Coming round to face her I leant down and put my arms round her again and took her lips to mine and gave her a deep kiss penetrating her mouth with my tongue.
Mum tried to resist me pulling away from me but I just held her tight to try to tell her she was the important woman in my life. Slowly she desisted. I pulled her up from the chair so we both stood. She enveloped me as I rubbed her nipples letting out a sigh, “Ian you bastard that was my spunk no one else’s, but I still love you and want you.”
Just then we heard Ellen in the hall coming toward the kitchen. Mum and I separated quickly and went to sit down. Ellen came in and saw the ebbing but distinct bulge in my track suit and quickly gave me a glance and then got into conversation with Mum about how she slept.
Just then the phone rang. I picked it up to hear Gillian’s voice saying one of our children had a fall but was ok but would benefit from seeing me. It was Friday so I could go for the weekend. That solved things with Ellen and Mum immediately. I would go down to home after work for the weekend.
After conveying my intentions to Mum and Ellen with a real sorrow even though it would be complicated I dressed and went to work.
Gillian picked me up at the station with the children and we had a pleasant family evening.
Gillian was my age and still very attractive with firmish breasts, full hips and legs that looked good in heels. She wore glasses most of the time. I still found that a turn on when I felt randy. On one of first times at sex when she was about 25 I remember coming over her face with her glasses on. She thought me just a bit kinky even then.
I read to the children after they went to bed, then returned to Gillian in the kitchen finishing some washing in a sloppy tee shirt and loose skirt and bare legs.
“Feel like fucking in here Gill”?
“That’s a bit blunt isn’t it?”
“If you feel horny like I do let’s go for it.”
I can’t just do it like that Ian.”
I walked over to her at the sink and pulled up her skirt. No panties – good sign. Without any foreplay I pushed my finger into her cunt which was very wet – she was ready, and fucked her with it. She was responding to my vigorous fingering so I went for her clit and rubbed it in the way I knew she loved. She responded with a loud yell, turned and slapped me on my face. She had so much pent up anger releasing it on me physically. I grabbed her wrists with one hand and pushed back against the sink and continued fingering her. I then released her wrists and got down on my knees to suck her clit. She climaxed as only she can with a deep guttural moan that I just loved about her. She slowly came down making no comment.
I got up and looked round the kitchen and saw what I wanted and got it.
Returning to Gillian she was looking at me saying,
“What do you want that for?”
“Never mind.” I got rough with her and turned round to push her over the table on her tummy and slapped her bare arse hard with her skirt round her waist.
“Ouch you fucker that hurt.”
“Good, you deserve it you churlish cunt.”
There was a history of her being churlish when we were not at one that will unfold later. Now I just needed to take her with a roughness that even surprised me. I kept on smacking her arse. She moaned but did not tell me to stop. I then saw the cane carpet beater hanging on the kitchen wall within easy reach. It was rarely used for its purpose but I had thought of using it in the past but never had the nerve. I lifted it off its wall hanger and brought it down on her exposed arse which was now a gentle pink. I had held her down with my other hand.
“Why are you beating me you fucking bastard?”
I noticed how she had not told me to stop and replied, “because it makes me really horny for you and you deserve it for being such a cow.”
“Alright Ian do your worst, at least I have your attention.”
“Good cos I’m not finished yet.”
Gillian started fingering herself really getting in to a submissive frame I had not seen before.
I pulled off my trousers and pants with a very hard cock facing her arse. I gave her one more slashing with the beater then dropped it on the floor. I coated my fingers with the butter I had reached for and then pushed a finger into her arsehole. She just squirmed, “not there Ian, you know I don’t do that.” I ignored her and took more butter and coated my very ready cock with a lashing and pushed toward her.
Her rectum was tight but butter accessible as I pushed but allowed her to adjust. I was still outside giving her distinct pressure on her sphincter She went very silent. I continued to push relentlessly.
“Ouch that hurts you fucker.”
“Yes, I’m your fucker, only this time your anal fucker and it’s going up your beautiful arsehole, cos that’s what you need you repressed shit.”
She didn’t reply or try to stop me. Slowly my head penetrated the pink tight closed crevice and I found myself just inside her tight hole. I waited then proceeded to move deeper into her rectum. I was now fully in her up to my hair. I slapped her cheeks with both hands as I connected with her just with my cock. It was the most sexual moment we had had in months.
Without comment Gillian resumed her clit stroking with her fast moving fingers. She knew where I was going and she knew she had to look after herself. I continued slapping her cheeks hard with my hands which seemed to rouse her even more.
Just then she stiffened her whole body, went into a suspended silence then roared her voice at me, “yes Ian fuck me, cum in me, hit me I need you so badly, I’ve been desperate, absolutely desperate.”
I paused taking in what she said for later and then resumed my anal fuck with a sense of release that I had finally found a way of breaking through to her. She returned my movement in harness with me and I finally came and released all my pent up frustration with her right up her rectum.
I pulled out slowly still fairly hard and pulled her off the table and presented my cock to her face, holding her hair to fix her in front of my prick still dripping a small amount of spunk. Pushing at her mouth, she opened up and took it, ever so slightly speckled with her insides, into her mouth. She cleaned me up, doing a good job. Gillian pulled my down to her level on the floor and sought my mouth. I didn’t hesitate and we tongued each other as we came down from our frantic reverie.
Later that evening when we had returned to our wine, Gillian relaxed following her release sexually.
I casually asked her what she’d meant by being absolutely desperate.
“I hope you won’t be angry Ian but I have been very lonely and needed some company.”
I listened and waited and wondered.
“You know my brother, John’s wife left him three months ago. He phoned very distressed a couple of weeks ago and went on and on talking down the phone to me. So I asked if it would be better if he came round on the Saturday evening for supper after the kids were in bed. He leapt at the suggestion and came round about 8. I made the supper and we had some wine and he was very voluble, angry and sad. I suggested he get out of the house more after work. He said he didn’t feel very confident these days and I asked why. He blustered that he had lost any sense of how to go about being social with women and when he did try he blew it with the date he had. I asked how and he replied that he just froze when the woman came on to him and he ran from the situation. I then asked him if he managed to look after himself. He knew what I meant and said he didn’t really. Should I believe him I thought. Then he said I was the only woman he felt comfortable with. Because I’m your sister? No not because of that. He then went into a long ramble about always liking me. I agreed I had always liked him. He then came in with – no more than that. What can you mean I said? Then he just said it – sexually. I was astonished, yet strangely comforted feeling a bit neglected myself.
To cut a long story short he persuaded me to try to give him an erection and give him a hand job. Are you alright with this Ian, you haven’t said a word?”
“Go on Gillian, did you?” But I was getting a slight stirring below unnoticed I think. “I did, do you want to know the details?”
“Of course.”
“I went and sat beside him and undid his zip. It felt quite mechanical. I pulled out his cock and it was very floppy no sign of going hard. I started to play with it with both hands, one not being enough. It still didn’t work. I saw him looking at my breasts, I had my tee shirt on and had not worn a bra. He moved his hand to my breasts and started fondling them.” “Did you like it?” “It felt odd at first, but yes it did, certainly better than always doing it to myself. He began to stir and get harder. He then went under my T shirt and started to play with my nipples directly. But then he placed his hand on my head and pulled me toward his cock. I thought well this will get it over more quickly and I went down on him. He got really hard then and I held one hand on his cock to stop him pushing too far and just kept my mouth round the head of his cock. He didn’t last much longer and came in my mouth before I realised it.” “I’m glad that’s off my chest Ian sorry about it.” “What happened after that?” “Well he felt full of guilt, apologised and soon after some desultory conversation left.
“What about you?”
“I felt guilt and shocked at doing that to my brother, but I have to tell you I felt horny after he left and went to bed and wanked myself to sleep.
“What did you think about whilst masturbating? Don’t worry I don’t think I’m angry.”
“I can see you’ve got an erection anyway. Well I found it really sexual to think it was John I was doing it to and that he got hard when he started stroking my breasts and how he got harder in my mouth and….
“Why don’t you masturbate while you tell me? Wait a minute.” I went to our bedroom and got my lubricant and brought it back. “Carry on.” I had removed my clothes and was naked. We masturbated to each other.
“When he came in my mouth I realised I was not shocked but just took it in my stride and swallowed.”
“And?”
“I just fantasised then thinking of him being here again when you are away and thinking what’s the harm in it?
What would you like to do?”
“I’d like to tease him to death until he couldn’t stop himself and let him fuck me if you must know.”
“I’m ok with that. Now come and suck me off for getting me high again you incestual slut.” Gillian came over to me relieved that I had not scolded her or worse and proceeded to suck my hard slippery cock whilst she wanked herself at the same time. She was ready I could see. As she went over I pulled out of her mouth and took my hand to aim my spunk all over her face and glasses. We both collapsed then. She came up to me wet with my spunk and she hugged me and kissed me.
“I love you Ian. Thank you it’s just sex with John, I don’t feel other than brotherly to him and I do get lonely when you’re away.”
Gillian did not ask me about my sexual activity whilst in London and I didn’t proffer any of my activities though I did wonder how she would feel about my mother and me.
To be continued. . . . . . . .
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