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you’re the father of one of my kids

A guy goes to the supermarket and notices an attractive woman waving at him. She says hello.
He’s rather taken aback because he can’t place where he knows her from. So he says, “Do you know me?” To which she replies, “I think you’re the father of one of my kids.”
Now his mind travels back to the only time he has ever been unfaithful to his wife and says, “My God, are you the stripper from my bachelor party that I made love to on the pool table with all my buddies watching while your partner whipped my butt with wet celery?”
She looks into his eyes and says calmly, “No, I’m your son’s teacher.”

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Fantasy becomes reality

Fantasy becomes reality…
This is a story of how a couple meet for the second time.
Lucy
She stands under the spray of the shower, head tilted back against the cool tile. Her whole body aches, but never has she felt so exhilarated. Shivers are running up and down her spine just thinking about how her life had changed in the last month. Lucy never expected for things to turn out the way they did, but damn she was glad they had.
Lucy is your average girl. She lives in an average home, works an average job, and drives an average car. She is the poster child for average. Lucy is the type of person who takes care of everyone, and everyone depends on. Granted she doesn’t mind doing so, but sometime she wonders if anyone will ever take care of her needs.
Nothing would indicate that lurking deep within her is a fire, a fire the average guy can’t put out. Lucy tried dating your average Joe’s, but vanilla sex isn’t what she craved. She needed someone who understood her need to be controlled. Not someone who treated sex as a formal affair. Manners had no place in her bedroom. She was tired of grunting and faking her way thru her weekly sexual encounter.
She had been with a steady guy for the last three years. He like she was average, but what set them apart was he had no imagination. Don’t misunderstand he is kind and considerate, treating Lucy like a Princess. Ben just lacked the ability to treat Lucy like a queen and fuck her like a whore. Something she always thought about, but was unable to ask the meek and mild mannered Ben for.
Things changed a few weeks ago when Lucy stumbled across a site on the internet advertising fantasy matching. She was intrigued, and thought what could it hurt to check into it. The site was completely confidential, everyone used screen names or numbers to chat. The site was setup in sections of interests. Things such as married couples seeking a third to play, married men or women seeking a side piece, Subs seeking Doms and vise versa, but the title that caught Lucy’s eye was rape fantasies. It was the ultimate form of dominance. The complete lack of power is what really excited her.
Without giving it a second thought she clicked the tab, and opened a whole new world. She couldn’t believe what she was reading. Their were so many like minded people here, all looking to either live out or fulfill this fantasy. She scanned through reading the different things that these men and women were looking for.
Lucy knew she would have to get to know the person a little first. Their was no way she could trust a complete stranger to do these things to her. That is when she came across a profile for a man who seemed to have tastes that matched her own. He was looking for a long term sub. He wanted her open to new and constant challenges such as rape games, and role playing. He mentioned experience wasn’t required, but obedience was. He required a meeting or at the least a few in-depth conversations to discuss expectations and compatibility.
She was scared and nervous, but mostly excited. She doesn’t know what to expect, or even if they would be what the other was looking for. This doesn’t stop her though, before she can talk herself out of it she sent him a message. It reads simply “I am very interested in what you have to offer. What I lack in experience I make up for in enthusiasm. Please respond if you would like to meet. Sincerely Serva.”
Lucy woke up early for work the next day. She stood a little straighter, and had a pep in her step. She couldn’t wait to get home to see if he had written back. She rushed through the day with a smile on her face. When five o’clock came she signed out and headed straight home.
She was anxious to sign on her new account and check for messages, but talked herself out of it. Instead she made pasta, took a shower, and put on her favorite black lace night gown. As she sat down to pull up the screen, the door bell rang. She couldn’t imagine who would be coming by this time of night without calling first. When she opened the door it was Ben. In all of her excitement she had forgotten about today being Friday. Every Friday for the past two and half years she and Ben had a standing “date.” In other words he would come over, and they would talk about things that had happened that week. The night ended with her on her back staring at the ceiling making a mental grocery list or some other mundane mental task.
Tonight she thought just last week this is all I had to look forward too. She had never been so ready for him to leave. Ben never stayed over, not wanted the neighbors to think bad of them. He was always gone but 10:30 at the latest. Ben didn’t like to try new positions. He felt that missionary was the most intimate, they were able to look into each others eyes as they climaxed…or so he thought. Ben had yet to make her cum, hell he couldn’t even get her wet anymore. She actually thought about buying stock in KY Jelly just to recoup some of the money she has spent over the years.
At 10:20 Ben’s car was backing out of her driveway. She hurriedly locked the door, and raced back to her laptop. She grabbed it and headed to the bedroom. Comfortably snuggled in bed she opens the browser again, typing in the already familiar address. The page lights up the screen. She signs in to her personal page, screen name Serva4u. The first thing that catches her attention in the mailbox icon. It doesn’t show any new messages. Lucy is very disappointed. She can’t help, but think maybe this just wasn’t meant to be. Thoroughly dejected she rolls over, fighting back tears, and falls into a fitful sleep.
Ben
Driving home, Ben sat and thought about his situation. He had been with Lucy for three years, and everyone expects him to propose soon. The problem is things weren’t working anymore. He loved her, but he needed excitement. He was forced to make love to her only once a week and in the same position to keep himself at bay. They had met in grade school, and had been friends every since. They started dating their senior year of college. The two of them had a lot in common, and share almost everything. Almost being the key word…
Ben didn’t know how to tell Lucy his secret. He tried to fight the urges, and he had been doing really good with it since they had been together. He wanted to be with Lucy and he knew the only way that could happen was to leave his past behind. She would never speak to him again if she knew the things he liked to do.
It had all started the summer before his sophomore year of high school. He had been doing odd jobs to make the money to buy a car. He mowed lawns, painted, cleaned gutter, and anything else to make a dollar.
One day he got a call from the lady down the street. He had met her and her husband at block parties and other social events. She had gotten divorced about six months earlier, and no one really saw much of her anymore. So he didn’t think anything of it when Mrs. Jones called asking if he could come over and do a few things around her place. He told her that he was booked that day, but he would be over first thing in the morning.
The next morning bright and early he headed down the street to Mrs. Jones’ house. She had told he the day before that she wanted the yard cleaned. Seeing that it was six in the morning he decided not to bother her and just got started. He picked up the limbs, weeded flower beds, and about midday started on the grass. The sun was beating down on him so he took off his shirt. He thought nothing of going without a shirt. Ben had always had a great body thanks to playing sports at school.
He finished the front yard and was heading around back when he heard her calling his name. Ben stepped around the corner, and was shocked to see Mrs. Jones standing there in a white bikini. The suit looked to be a couple sizes to small by the way her tits were spilling out of the top. The bottoms weren’t much better, they were so tight you could clearly see the curves of the lips of her pussy. She must have just came out of the pool because the suit was transparent. Ben was instantly hard.
Ben walked slowly over to her. She ask if he would like something to drink since he had been working so hard. He nodded, unable to speak. When she was inside he tried everything to get his rock hard cock to go down to size. It was useless, he couldn’t get the image of her in that white bikini out of his mind. He did his best to adjust his shorts, and even went as far as to put his shirt on. It didn’t help much, but he convinced himself it wasn’t that noticeable.
A few minutes later Mrs. Jones returned with two glasses and a pitcher iced tea. She told Ben to have a seat by the pool with her. He agreed and followed her to the table and chairs. She sat first and he took a seat on the other side of the table, still hoping to conceal the bulge in his shorts.
Ben didn’t realize that his response to seeing her so scantily dressed was what she had been hoping for. Mrs. Jones had been far from lonely since her divorce, but she was tired of grown men who didn’t know what they were doing. She wanted a boy she could mold into what she needed and wanted. Ben didn’t know it yet, but she had her sights on him.
She had been watching him work in the neighborhood. Sweat dripping down his chest, all she could think about was licking it off. Maria had never thought of herself as a cougar, but then she had never been looking before. She had married Phil when she was 18 and he was 24. He was fresh out of college, and making a fast name for himself in the business world. She never went to college, choosing to do charity work with civic groups in the community. Phil made a good living for them, and since they wanted to start a family it worked for them.
When she was 20, after years of trying, the doctors told her she would be unable to have children. It was a devastating blow to the marriage, both she and Phil had looked forward to starting a family. They got through it with the help of one another, or at least she had. Phil had not given up on his dream to become a father. She found out last year that he had been having multiple affairs, without the use of a condom. Phil finally got his receptionist pregnant, and told Maria that he was leaving.
Maria was hurt and confused. She couldn’t believe that this man that she loved was leaving her for a 19 year old. At 32 Maria was still very attractive, she looked to be in her mid twenties if that. After the initial shock wore off, she was pissed. She hired the best divorce attorney she could find. She ended up with 75% of everything, plus sizable alimony payments. She decided then she didn’t want to work, or get married. She was just going to enjoy herself, and her ex’s money.
She and Ben talked for about an hour. She told him that she wanted to clean out the basement and attic. She ask if their was anyway that he could spend a few more days working around her place. Of course Ben would have agreed to stick his tongue in a bed of fire ants at that point had she ask him too.
After they finished their third glass of iced tea Ben said he needed to be getting back to work. Maria told him when he was done to take a dip in the pool and cool off before heading home. He thanked her, and went back to the yard work. The whole time he was cutting grass all he could think of was Mrs. Jones in her little white bikini.
When he finished he went to tell Mrs. Jones that he was done and collect his money before getting in the pool. He rang the bell three times before he heard what sounded like crying. Ben didn’t think, he reacted. He opened the door, walked in, and started looking for her.
He finally found her laying on the couch in the living room. She still had on the bikini, but now she had the bottoms pulled to the side. She had a large dildo going in and out of her dripping wet pussy. The top was untied from around her neck, she was pinching the fuck out of her nipples. What he had thought was crying was actually screams of pleasure.
Ben didn’t know what to do. He knew he should probably just leave, but his feet like his dick weren’t listening to his brain. He couldn’t do anything but watch this beautiful woman making herself cum. Ben had watched porn, but he had never seen anything like this up close. His girlfriend Cindy let him go down on her after a dance last year, but she kept saying she wasn’t ready for more. Ben on the other hand stayed ready.
Maria knew he was watching her, and she loved every minute of it. The only thing that would have made it better is if he would have walked over to her and took the place of the dildo. She had came in earlier sopping wet thinking about having Ben bend her over and fuck the hell out of her. It had been almost a month since Maria had someone to fuck, so she couldn’t resist grabbing her favorite toy when she heard the lawn mower stop. She knew Ben would be coming to the door soon.
Now for part 2 of her plan. She started moaning and screaming Ben’s name. As her hand went faster she pretended it was Ben. He was floored by what he heard. He couldn’t believe she was thinking about him as she worked her pussy over. About that time she opened her eyes so she was looking at him. Ben gasps and starts to stammer. Maria smiles and asks if he would like to help her with one last thing before going home.
Ben maybe slow, but he isn’t a fool. He almost tripped over his own feet trying to get to her. She just smiled thinking this is going to work better than she had hoped. When he made it to the couch he reached out, but she stopped him and told him to get on his knees. Ben dropped to the floor and ate her pussy like he was starving and this was going to be his last meal. He didn’t have much experience but he was eager to please her. This went on for a good 10 to 20 minutes before she couldn’t take anymore. She told him to take her. While he was fumbling with his pants, she removed her swim suit. She bent over the arm of the couch and waited.
He came up behind her a short time later and lined the head of his dick up with the entrance to her pussy. He placed his hands on her hips, and started easing his hard dick into her tight pussy. She was to worked up to wait, so she slammed her hips back to meet his. Ben almost came right then. It took all his self control and everything he had every read online about sex to keep from blowing his load.
He sped up trying to keep up with her. He couldn’t believe how good she felt. He knew sex would be good, but damn he wasn’t expecting it to be like this. He could feel her tightening her pussy muscles around his dick every time he plunged inside of her. He had his head tilted back, sweat dripping, moaning, hips pumping in and out. Maria couldn’t believe her luck. Ben was a quick study. He was catching on quickly to what she wanted.
Today marked the beginning of their relationship. He worked the rest of the summer for her. No one thought anything of it because of the divorce they all assumed that he was just taking care of the things that had been neglected since her husband left. They didn’t realize how close they were to the truth.
Ben spent his days being educated on the fine art of sex and S&M. Maria was a switch. She liked to dominate as well as submit. She taught Ben about role playing, bondage, group sex and much more.
The first time they had sex with someone else was when Ben’s two cousins came to visit that summer. He told Maria that he wouldn’t be able to visit for a week because they would be down. She ask him if he trust them. He answered quickly that yes they were as close as brothers. She told him to bring them by if he wanted.
Jay and Jeremy were twins and Ben’s cousins. They had been down about two days when Ben broke down and told them about Maria. Of course the news was followed by a round of attaboys. Then he dropped the bomb, telling them that they could go to her house with him to do “yard work” if they wanted to. They both readily agreed that they would all go the next day.
Ben called Maria to tell her they would be by early that morning. At 8 o’clock Ben rang her door bell. They left around 6 that afternoon. After each had filled every hole of her body several times. Maria was thankful for youthful resilience. She had never had three dicks in her at once. The twins being a little older had some experience, but they had nothing on what Ben had learned during the last few weeks.
After they were gone Maria laid in bed fucking herself with her dildo watching the tape they had just made. The boys all looked enough alike to be brothers, which made it that much better. She loved the way the three of them looked sliding their big hard dicks in and out of her. It was like watching gears of a clock, they had the timing just right. One would slide in as the other was sliding out. It was incredible to watch, but it felt a hell of a lot better. She was still sore so she just laid there gently pushing the toy in and out of her tender pussy, enjoying the feeling of their cum still dripping from her.
It was a wild summer to say the least. Ben got his car just before school, thanks to Maria. Ben wasn’t sure if she was going to brake it off now that he was back in school, but that wasn’t the case. He and Maria continued to play around until Ben went off to college. Ben dated so people wouldn’t get suspicious, but Maria was the only one he wanted. She understood how to make his body burn.
While Ben was in college he went home every holiday to visit Maria until the summer before his senior year. When he returned home Maria told him that it was time to end it. He needed to find his own way, his life was just beginning. She moved that July and Ben had not heard from her since.
It was the following school year that he started dating Lucy. He never told her about Maria. He didn’t know how, and he was scared that she wouldn’t understand. Now here he was getting ready to cheat on the only girl he has ever loved because of the need to play these games he learned so long ago. He didn’t understand why, but it was like he had to do it. He had to dominate someone. Maria had taught him the joy of controlling someone, and it has became a need inside of him.
Guilt stricken Ben goes home to his computer and logs on to the new site he has joined. The site is to help match people with others that have similar fantasies. Ben had put up a want ad of sorts a few days ago, not being able to stop himself anymore.
He was surprised to see that he already had seven responses, but one in particular caught his eye. She was new to the game, and that is one of the things he was looking for. Like Maria had done for him he wanted to mold someone to his tastes, while letting them find what suited them.
He typed a quick response telling the girl that if she was serious about wanting to get to know one another the first step was to text him a profile of herself along with a picture. The profile was to tell him what she thought she wanted out of the arrangement, and the picture was to be of her naked except for a pair of black high heels. The catch was that she had to be posed on the edge of a chair with her legs spread, and her hands on knees. This text had to be sent by 3 o’clock the next day. Not 3:01 or 3:30…3:00 or not at all.
He did this to make sure that the girl could follow directions. If she wasn’t able to follow the simple steps that he had laid out then he knew it wouldn’t work. He had too much at stake to risk picking the wrong person. So finished with the email he drifts off to sleep with thoughts of Lucy on his mind.
Lucy
Lucy wakes up exhausted, and fixes coffee for herself. She takes a sip of the first cup and thinks she might live. She sits down at the counter and eats a bowl of cereal, thinking that after she will go and delete her account. She can’t stand all of the waiting, and really Ben was everything she wanted…except in bed.
Lucy opens the page and signs on to her account. She finds the deactivate account button at the bottom of the screen, just before she presses it she notices that she has a message. Renewed hope courses thru her. She clicks on the mailbox and reads the message. It is asking her for a profile of what she wants out of the arrangement and a picture of herself. The guy is very particular about the way he wants these things sent and the time, but this isn’t a problem.
Lucy is excited as she goes about preparing for her picture. She starts by taking a long hot bubble bath. She files her nails as she soaks, thinking about what she will write for her profile. She finishes her nails and bathes, followed by shaving. She has a hard time deciding how she wants to shave her pussy, finally she just shaves it bare. Thinking he will be able to get a better look this way. After washing her hair she gets out. She takes her time drying her body with the large bath sheet. She likes the feel of the terry cloth against her skin, ruff yet soft.
When she’s dry she rubs ever inch of her body in baby oil. Then she wraps herself in the towel, and starts on her hair. Normally Lucy’s hair is a mess of curls, but today she wants something different. So she spends the next hour straightening her unruly hair. Next she paints her nails apple red. When they dry she does her make up. She doesn’t want to over do it so she added mascara, eye liner, and eye shadow for the smoky eye effect, red lip gross finishes off the look. She puts on peep toe black high heels, and goes to the living room.
She’s almost ready! She sets the timer on the camera, and gets on the chair. She is sitting on the edge as requested. Her legs are spread to almost a split position. At this angle her pussy is wide open, and last but not least she plants her hands on her knees, fingers spread. She takes three pictures in slightly different positions to make sure she has a good one. To her surprise she looked hot in all of them. Lucy isn’t use to taking such picture, or even really thinking of herself as sexy. So she was defiantly shocked by the way the pictures turned out. She was very happy with the results though, and she hoped her new friend would be too. Now time for the profile. Lucy sat and thought about it for awhile, and then just decided to be honest….I’m looking for someone to live out my fantasies with. Someone to take the reins and lead me to new heights. Will you be the one to push my limits? Serva…She thought it was short, sweet, and to the point. She waited until 2:45 to send the text. Not wanting to seem overly eager. Now she had nothing to do but wait on a reply from UrFutrDom.
Ben
Ben had woken early and went to the gym as he did most Saturday mornings. Today was different though, today he was trying to work off nervous energy. He couldn’t help but wait and wonder if Serva4u would reply in time.
After the gym he went home and took a shower, fixed breakfast, and headed to the park with his dog Bruce. Bruce was an American Boxer mix he had adopted after college. The dog was a big baby, and loved going to the park. Ben couldn’t think of anything else to pass the time, so he grabbed Bruce’s leash and they headed out.
After a few hours of playing catch, and running they were both worn out. Ben sat on a bench and Bruce sat at his feet. Both of them were catching their breath and relaxing after their work out. Ben had managed to forget about the text until he looked at his watch, it was 2:30. He grabbed his and Bruce’s things and started heading home.
When at home he let Bruce off his leash and head again for the shower. The spray of the hot water eased his mind, but he could stop thinking about his mystery woman. As he lathered his body he reached for his dick, stroking it up and down. The thoughts of having a relationship like the one he had experienced with Maria was to much for him. It didn’t take long before he came. He felt a hell of a lot more relaxed after his shower, but the excitement was still there.
After drying off he checked his computer for messages. It was 3:30 now, so it should be there or it wasn’t coming. Sure enough he had a new message from Serva4u. He read the profile while the picture was uploading. The profile was short, but promising. The picture didn’t take long to finish and he pressed the button to check it out.
He could tell by the thumb nail pic that popped up that she was in the right position. He couldn’t make out her features clearly thought, so he enlarged the picture. When he did he couldn’t believe his eyes, it was the sexist women he had ever seen…his Lucy. He thought this must be a mistake or a joke. His Lucy would never do something like this. She was to sweet and innocent to think about the things he was asking her to do. He decided to play along with whoever had done this. He figured that someone had figured out that it was him and photo shopped the picture as a joke. He thought he was discrete, but maybe someone had seen him on the site at work. Either way he wanted to get to the bottom of this.
Since he knows the person isn’t going to be eager to meet him he sets up a fake text number for them to chat. Thinking that he could lure information that would give him a clue to the persons identity. He writes a message back telling the person the number and the he will be expecting a text at 7 tonight.
Lucy
Lucy had gotten anxious sitting around waiting for a reply so she went grocery shopping. A task normally reserved for Sunday, but seeing as she had nothing else planned it seemed like a good idea. She took her time going up and down each isle regardless if she needed anything from that section or not. After a few hours she had everything she would need for the week. So she checked out and headed home.
As soon as the groceries were put away Lucy rushed to the computer. She was excited to see that he had written back. He wanted her to text him tonight at 7, she looked at the clock it was only a quarter past 5. She had no idea what to do with herself until then.
After straightening up the house, and redoing things just to pass time she decided to take a bath. A bubble bath always seemed to relax her. She turned on her iPod, grabbed a glass of wine, and ran the water. When the bath tub was full, she undressed and stepped in. The hot water, and chilled wine quickly took effect. Lucy closed he eyes and let the music carry her away.
She must have dozed off because when she woke the water was lukewarm. Looking at the time it was half past 6. She let out the water, quickly dried off, and throw on her robe. She went straight to the kitchen to fix herself another glass of wine, and decided at the last minute to just bring the whole bottle.
Back in her room she lays on top of the blanket on the bed. She has 5 minutes before she is suppose to text him. She can’t believe how naughty she feels. She sits her glass on the bedside table, and undoes her robe. She takes the phone at exactly 7 and types “Hi.” As she’s waiting for a reply she starts to trail her fingertips down her body. She reaches her breast first, she lifts them both in her hands feeling the weight. Slowly she begins to massage them. Working her finger to the nipple and squeezing gently.
It isn’t long before she hears the familiar ping of her phone. She opens her eyes and reaches over to pick it up. The text simply says, “I want to get to know you.” She replies that she is hoping that they will get to know each other very well. It didn’t take long before the ping came again. This time it reads “That is my hope also, you did very well with your first task. I was pleased with the picture and profile.”
Lucy was ecstatic she was hoping he would like them, but nervous that he wouldn’t. She didn’t receive much praise, the things she did were expected because she just always had. No one took the time to thank her, or make her feel appreciated. She didn’t realize how much she wanted a kind word here and there. She was a people pleaser, a natural submissive, but she was also a go-getter. If something needed to be done she just did it, no questions ask. She knew then that she needed this more than she had thought. She needed someone to take the load off her shoulders.
Lucy knew most people wouldn’t understand, but not having to think about every move and how it effected others would be a gift. She had read many books and articles on what it was to be a submissive, and they all sounded so appealing. She wanted this for herself and her sanity. This is the freedom that she sought.
Ben
Ben was floored the number that text him was Lucy’s. He just couldn’t wrap his mind around it being her. He text her a few times, but nothing to leading. He just wasn’t sure what he would do if it was her. He wanted to share his real self with her, but he didn’t know how she would react. Right now he was still a stranger.
So he decided to ask her the big questions, why she decided she wanted to do this, and was she seeing anyone. Her reply took sometime coming, but when it did it read like this “ I decided to do this because I think this is the real me. I am responsible for a lot at work, and the people in my life. I like to please those around me, but the pressure gets to me. I want to have someone take that away, to make me feel as if the simple things count. I know that a submissive is praised and punished for their actions, and that is something I like the sound of… not expectations and disappointment. I want the release I think will come from this. To answer you second question, yes I have someone in my life. I love him very much, but he wouldn’t understand this. I don’t want to lose him, but I feel this is a need I can’t deny anymore. Is that a problem?”
Ben knew then that it was Lucy, and they were hiding the same secret. He didn’t know how he had missed this all this time. His sweet innocent Lucy needed to be loved in a way that he understood all to well. They continued texting all night and into the morning.
The texts went on for a couple weeks or more. When they talked on the phone or seen one another they acted as if nothing was going on. She never let on what she was doing, although when she looked at him there was a sadness in her eyes. He knew Lucy hated to lie and the guilt was probably the cause. He couldn’t come out and tell her that he was the one she had been talking to, but he had to let her know soon. That Friday night after their usual round of love making he went home and decided to end the game. If she went with what he was about to propose he knew that they would make it. They would be able to be together in the way they both wanted.
He text her saying “ You also mentioned in your first letter that you were interested in what I had to offer. Well I would like to meet you, and play a game. I have always wanted to try to role play a rape. You will have to leave a door or window unlocked for me, if your interested. It would be a fantasy come true for me. You will need a safe word, and understand I wont hurt you. If it gets to be to much you will only need to say the word and all play will stop.”
He sat and waited for what seemed like hours, but was more like a few minutes before he received a reply. “I have grown to trust you, but the thought both scares and excites me. I would like to try to do this. When were you thinking? My safe word will be apple.”
He is shocked that she is willing to do this, but his dick is so hard thinking about it that he can’t stop now. He tells her Saturday night. He asks her to send an address and to leave the back door unlocked. She asks a time, but he tells her that if he gave her that she would be expecting him. He said he wanted it to be as realistic as possible. She agreed to the terms and that ended the conversation.
They text the rest of the week, never again bring up their “date” for Saturday. They met on Friday as they normally do. This time was different though. She had circles under her eyes, he could tell she hadn’t been sleeping well. He knew it was his fault, and wondered if she was having second thoughts. He himself was wondering if this is the last time she would ever want to see him after tomorrow night.
When he got home he text and ask her if they were still on for tomorrow. She replied that they were. He knew then that she was worried about him, not the upcoming visit. The thought that he had been dragging this out instead of being honest with her was killing him. He hated knowing that he was the reason she had looked the way she had tonight. He was glad that tomorrow one way or the other it would be over.
Lucy
Saturday she went shopping. She went to an adult novelty store, she had never visited one before. Then again there were a lot of things Lucy had never done before. This was going to be a day of firsts for her. She ended up buying four scarves, a vibrating dildo, anal beads, lube, and of course lingerie… a black corset, a black crotchless thong, thigh highs, and black heels. She wanted to look sexy for him, but she made sure everything was made of lace so it would rip easily. The corset left her breast completely bare and stopped a few inches above her navel. The thong was see thru lace in the front with tiny ribbons tied on the sides. The thigh highs made her legs look like they went on forever, with help from the four inch heels of course. She looked like a classy hooker, but she loved the look.
Next she went to and got waxed, had her nails done, and lastly was her hair. By the time she made it home it was already 7 p.m.. She ate dinner, got a bath, and started preparing for the night. She laid out all of her new items on the bed, and got dressed. She put on some music as she done her makeup. She was still very nervous so she fixed herself a glass of wine and tried to relax.
After getting ready she laid on the bed, not exactly sure what she should be doing. She laid there thinking and watching the clock tick. The last time she looked at the clock it was 10:30, and then she drifted off to sleep.
Ben
Ben had been outside since about 8. He had parked down the street so she wouldn’t see his car. He walked into the backyard and hid in the bushes, watching her through the window. She looked so fucking hot getting dressed. He had never seen her in anything like that before. He wanted to walk in rip it off and spank her ass for hiding herself from him. His dick was so hard he could drive nails with it. He had to have her, but for this to work he had to wait. As hard as it was that is what he did. He waited for her to get good and asleep before he made his way into the house.
He walked in to the bedroom where Lucy slept. She looked so peaceful he almost hated to disturb her, he had to remind himself that is what he was there for. Ben walked quietly over to the bed, and chuckle under my breath. My little slut has went out and bought toys for us, how thoughtful. He looked at her wondering if he should have bought a mask. He knew she was going to freak out when she realized he was her Dom.
Lucy
Lucy was in a deep sleep. The mixture of excitement and wine had left her exhausted. She had wanted to wait up on “Dom” as she had begun referring to him, but her eyes had gotten so heavy there was no fighting anymore. She never heard him enter the house or room. She was dreaming of a handsome man fucking her into oblivion, making her cum back to back until she was to sore to move.
The next thing she knows she is startled out of her dream by someone blindfolding her. She is still in a daze and doesn’t realize yet what is going on. She is scared and cries out. The person doesn’t answer. She tries to think of all of the self defense moves she learned at the Y, but nothing is coming to her. She kicks and claws, but can’t see what she’s aiming for. She feels her hands being tied behind her back. She tries to struggle, but it’s no use this person is much stronger than her. She tries to clam down, and think. That’s when she remembers her “date.”
Ben
Ben is very excited. The way Lucy is fighting him you would think she didn’t know what was going on. She was really giving him hell, and he was enjoying every minute of it. He didn’t want to hurt her so he tied her hands behind her back. He liked the way she looked laying there dressed in her sexy outfit, silk scarves tied around her eyes and hands. She looked like a present just for him. He undressed while he watched her squirm. He couldn’t believe what he was about to do.
He crawled up the bed and knelled over Lucy’s mouth. When he tried to put his dick in she refused to open her mouth. He grabbed his dick and gently slapped her with it, rubbing her face and lips. She moaned and opened her mouth. Her warm wet tongue felt so damn good as she sucked him. He tried to go slow, but before long he was face fucking her hard. He was shocked how easily she deep throated him. He was getting into it, and knew it wouldn’t be long before he came. Lucy must have realized it too because when he pulled back she started begging him to stop, but Ben had other plans. He pulled back and shot his load all over her face and tits. Lucy opened her mouth and caught some of it. The rest was on her cheeks and chest. She looked so good covered in cum.
When he had finished emptying himself he got up. Lucy felt the bed shift, and ask him where he was going. He never spoke knowing she would recognize his voice if he did. He left the bedroom and made his way to the kitchen. There he found an ice bucket and filled it.
Ben returned to the bedroom ready to play. First he climbed back beside Lucy and started ripping off her clothes. Buttons popped and lace ripped as he went about undressing her. She kept telling him no that she would give him anything if he didn’t do this. He knew she was playing because she never said the safe word.
Lucy
Once she realized what was going on she really got into the act. She tried to deny him entrance to her mouth, but they both knew she wanted it. She loved the way he took control and fucked her face. Lucy had always loved the taste of cum, so she begged him to stop when she knew he was ready. She was happy he hadn’t listened. She could still feel his gooey spunk all over her. She wished her hands were free so she could taste more of it, or at least rub it into her skin. When he got up to leave she got a little nervous not knowing if he was done, or what he had in mind next. He wasn’t gone long before he returned and started ripping her outfit off. That made her so hot, her pussy was dripping thinking of what he might do next. She didn’t have to wait long to find out. After her clothes were removed she felt him moving beside her.
She felt something wet and cold being dripped on her. The sensation surprised her at first, she barely had time to recover before she felt ice tracing the curves of her body. Everywhere the ice went his mouth followed. The sudden cold then hot had her shuddering. It was different, but it felt so good. She was moaning and in the same breath asking him to stop. Each time she did he would trace one of her nipples or her clit and then gently nibble on them. The more he done it the more she begged. It was such a turn on for her. She was on fire, but the constant rotation in spots kept her from reaching her peak.
He played a while longer before he nudged her to roll over. She did so with his help and got onto her knees. He propped pillows under her since she was only able to use her elbows. She heard him opening the toys and things she had bought earlier. She didn’t have a clue what he would use first, but she was excited none the less.
The next thing she felt was a sticky finger rubbing her puckered asshole. She knew he must have lubed it. He was working his finger inside her. Her virgin ass didn’t take long to open up. She was too horny to tense up. Before long he had two fingers working in and out of her. She was wiggling her ass, breathing out breathy no’s and stop’s.
He removed his fingers and she let out a sigh of disappointment. The fingers were soon replaced with the anal beads, and damn did they feel good. She was moaning again waiting on the next thing he had planned. The sound of the vibrator being turned on gave her a thrill. He ran it from her neck down she spine, giving her the shivers. Down he went rubbing the crack of her ass to the top of her pussy. She was shaking she was so ready to cum. He retraced the slit of her pussy a few times before inserting it into her. Ben turned the vibe onto the lowest setting insuring she wouldn’t get off from it.
This frustrated the hell out of Lucy. She needed to cum. She was done with the game. She was begging for release now. She wanted to feel him, and he didn’t keep her waiting. He turned off the vibe and placed it to the side. He took his place behind her and without any hesitations he plunged deep inside of her. She gave a moan of appreciation as he did. Ben started pumping as if his life depended on it. Lucy met him thrust for thrust. She was so close. Ben felt her tightening around him and knew she was ready to explode. He picked up the pace and just as Lucy started to cum, he started pulling out the anal beads. Her orgasm triggered his and they were both gone on that feeling. When they had both finished they collapsed on their sides, him spooning her trying to catch their breath.
After a long pause Lucy asks him to untie her. When he did she slowly removed her blindfold. She turns and takes a look at her “Dom.” She gasps when she sees Ben lying beside her. She can’t believe this man, her Ben is the one that just made her shatter.
They spend the rest of the night talking and fucking. They couldn’t get over how much they have in common. Things they never knew, they never knew. It was like meeting for the first time. They were both pleased that the other was so open and ready to travel down this road together.
That night changed everything for them. Ben and Lucy moved in together, and six months later were married. They have not been bored a minute since. They continue to play their games, and meet one another’s needs. Neither has returned to the site in which they met. They have everything they could want.

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Trafficked Love Ch. 2

Call girl, Angel, believes there’s nothing nothing more to life than what she is doing now. But when she falls in love with an undercover cop, and things get heated between her and her pimp, Angel searches for answers. Is this really all she is destined for? Could she escape if she wanted to? Would the outside world accept her if she left this lifestyle behind?

HENRY FORD TALKING TO GOD

Henry Ford dies and goes to heaven. At the Gates, St. Peter greets Ford and tells him, “Well, you’ve been such a good guy, and your invention…the assembly line for the automobile…changed the world. As a reward, you can hang out with anyone in Heaven you want.” Ford thinks about it, and says, “I want to hang out with God Himself.”
So, the befuddled St. Peter takes Ford to the Throne Room, and introduces him to God. Ford then asks God, “When you invented Woman, what were You thinking?”
God asks, “What do you mean?”
“Well,” says Ford, “You have some major design flaws in your invention: There’s too much front end protrusion, it chatters way too much at high speeds, maintenance is extremely high, it constantly needs repainting, and refinishing, it is out of commission at least five or six of every 28 days, the rear end wobbles too much, the intake is placed too close to the exhaust, the headlights are usually too small, and fuel consumption is outrageous. Just to name a few.”
“Hmmm…,” replies God, “Hold on a minute.” God goes over to the Celestial Supercomputer, types in a few keystrokes, and waits for the results. In no time the computer prints out a report, and God reads it. God then turns to Ford, and says, “It may be that my invention is flawed, but according to these statistics, more men are riding my invention than yours.”

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my pals famly

it all started when my wife said why dont you invite mick and his famly along on our holiday ok i said i’ll give him a phone.Sure he said we can sleep in the awning(we were in a caravan)so off we went.It was a very long hot summer and we settled down to a easy holiday rotine.I had known mick and his famly for twenty years and had seen his children grow up,there was carol (14) and vikky (15) and his wife anne(40).As i was lounging about i started to notice the girls and the way they dressed.Carol was a natural blond average size with small(about a handfull) tits slim body and small arse with long legs ,her sister was taller and took after her mother with shoulder lenth brown hair ,a slim body with loverly large tits long legs and a bum to die for,
The girls liked to go around with just baggy t-shirt and tight shorts on and no bras,so you can gess after a few days i had pretty mutch seen their tits every time they bent down.One night we all went down to the pub lots of drink was drunk and by the time we left mick&anne were well drunk and carol couldn’t walk.Give vikky a hand with carol while see to our kids and mick&anne said my wife so with me on one side and vikky on the other we all set off for the van.
The way i had my arm around carol i couldn’t help but keep brushing against her left tit and soon found her nipple was erect (well it was cold) plus vikky keep brushing against my hand with her tit as well,as we passed the toilets mick shouted back “take her to the loo incase she wants to be sick”so we peeled off to the toilets.Standing at the ladies door i said “on you go ,give me a shout when your done”.You’ll have to come i cant hold her on my own theres a lock on the inside of the door to keep anyone out vikky said.Once we were in and the door locked i was holding anne over the loo for five mins then laid her on the floor on her back,vikky was stood watching “it must be cold in here” she said “look at her nipples sticking through her shirt” and right enough there was two little bumps where her nipples were.Vikky knelt next to carol “do you like her size or mine”whith that she pulled up carols top exposing a small set of tits with nipples fully erect and hard “go on said vikky have a feel”i placed my hands on carols tits and gently massarged them carol let out a small moan ,when i looked up vikky had taken her top and bra off to show her large tits with large pink nipples she moved up to me “now feel mine and compare”,I cupped them in my hands they were heavy but firm she threw her head back and closed her eyes,i drew them to my mouth and gently sucked them it was bliss she then pulled away “and pulled down carols pants her small pussy bearly covered by pubic hair for all to see,Which one would you rather fuck she said taking down her own pants her pussy a lot better developed “yours” i said .
Well tough if my dad found out he would kill us however it dos’nt mean we cant have fun,she squatted over her sister and undid my zip taking out my erect cock slowly sucking while feeling my balls the other hand slowly pushing a finger into her wet pussy.Our moans filled the room untill with a shudder she came dripping down on to her sisters titsthen she wanked me off untill i cum all over her sisters tits also. While i cleaned myself up she bent over and began to lick our cum up off her sisters chest it was almost enough to give me a hard on .After we cleaned up we carried carol to the caravan and all turned in for the night,next day it was like nothing had happened carol not remembering anything and vikky not saying.
The famly moved to another city the following month so i kept in touch with mick by e-mail and phone the around a year later mick phoned and asked if i could visit and baby sit the girls “but they must be 15&16 by nowi said ,i know but we have to be gone all night and they will have partys and all sorts i feel better with a adult here”ok then i gess so.It was 3oclock when mick opened the door and with a flurry of instructions he and anne left trough the door .I was standing at the window when i saw the girls walking down the street both had their coats off and you could see carols white bra under her blouse and her short skirt and white socks pulled up to the knee.
Vikky with her black bra showing under her shirt ,her short skirt and black tights was starting to give me a hardon again.As they came in carol saw me uncle john she said and ran over to hug me thats when i noticed what a fine set of tits she had developed and had caught up with her sister.Vikky came over and gave me a hug “i have to go to a show later but will be back for 12 ,ok i said “come on carol help me get ready “she said as she left the room.
At around 7 vikky came in “i’m off now she said do i look ok “she was wearing a strapless ballgown type dress and with her hair and makeup on she looked divine and i told her so “bye” she said as she left.
Me and carol settled down in front of the tv ,talking about this and that and our holiday .She was sitting opposit me with her legs slightly apart and i could see all the way to her white cotton pants,you know i said you weren’t so developed back then “oh these she said lifting her breasts up i know it drives the boys wild ” then she moved over and sat next to me,uncle john can i ask your opinion ofcourse i said .
Carol undid her blouse and then her bra letting her loverly tits fall down”do you think these are normal it’s just the girls at school say they arn’t. I reached over and cupped them in my hands”they feel ok to me i said better than the last time i felt them “oh yes vikky told me about that pity i wasn.t awake i would have enjoyed it” she said with a smile,She then went on to tell me how her boyfriend kept going on about having sex,but i’m not sure she said do you think i could see your prick all hard as i’ve not really seen one before.Well sice it was straining against my pants i thought why not so proceded to get it out.Her eyes grew bigger as she veiwed my manhood i’s a lot thicker than i thought is it ok to practise with it ,be my guest i said.
she slowly placed her lips around the end gentily sucking her large tits and erect nipples rubbing against my leg her pert bum rocking slowly near my head .Ireached out my hand to lay it on her arse slowly moveing down so only the thin cotton of her pants seperated my finger from her pussy.As i pulled her pants to one side i slowly inserted my finger in and out i could hear her moans so when i had got her all wet i moved her over so she was on her back with her legs in the air As i took hold of her legs i positioned my dick at the entrance of her pussy”are you sure” i said “yes please ” she said so i slowly pushed in .At first she gave a few gasps but then they turned to moans of pleasure aftert 15mins i finally came ,a few mins later she gave a big shudder a look of satisfaction on her face.That was great uncle john my first sex.
Whats going on we both looked up and there was vikky ,she fixed carol with a stare”get to bed now and we will talk about this in the morning carol ran into the bedroom.
How could you uncle john you know shes only 15 you could get into trouble what if she got pregnant ,thats not a problem i cant have kids anymore i had the snip and im sorry but i just got carried away im sorry i disapointed you i said.Its not about the sex its just that after our last meeting i thought it would be me who had you not carol.
All the time she was saying this she was unzipping her dress to show her in her black lace bra and pants plus black hold up stockings.She undid her bra to let her large tits fall down her beautiful pink nipples erect,then pulled down her pants .I stared at her hairy pussy and beautiful arse,she came over straddling my now hard cock slowly lowering herself onto me while i ran my hands over her nylon clad legs.Faster and faster she went our grunts and groans filling the room then with a shudder she came and 2mins later i exploded in to her wet pussy.
A short time later carol came in “lets get a photo of us all please”,ok said vikky just one and although i wasnt keen we got one took .After that we slowly drifted to our own beds to get some sleep.Next morning mick arrived and couldn’t thank me enough hope they weren’t any trouble no no they were fine i said but i need to set of home,but i think i’ll visit more often from now on.The girls were at the door and i got a hug from both of them and when mick and anne weren’t looking a feel of carols tits and vikkys arse .
Two days later i got a photo on my e-mail of me standing up cock out and the girls squatting either side legs wide open vikkys pussy still wet and both gjrls cupping there tits with big cheesy smiles

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What I really want,
Is a man to fuck my cunt.
To pin me down with his hands and knees,
To make me feel, to make me see.
See his steel cock rise straight as a sword,
To watch him tie my limbs with cuffs and a cord.
I want to be forced to suck his thick cock,
To smother my mouth as he roughly rocks.
Rocks back and forth deep into my mouth,
As I gag and squirm, his hands heading south.
Dry dirty hands used to stir the flow,
To make me wet as I continue to blow.
Blow his hard cock that still fucks my face,
Wondering if he’ll ever let me leave this place.
He’ll move his body and I’ll try to block,
But just smacks my pussy with his big throbbing cock.
He’ll shove his big cock violently in my slit,
Pull it out again to make it wet with his spit.
Then fuck me hard and strong as never before,
Calling me names like “slut” and “whore”,
A whore that screams loud in conflicting pleasure,
My pussy being fucked so hard, a feeling not meant to be measured.
His hands clenched around my neck,
Leaving gray wounds I won’t soon forget.
Forget being force-fucked and tied to a bed,
Not today, not tomorrow, not ever in my head.
He’s done with me now, my cunt all creamy,
I’m dazed and confused, my mind dreamy.
Dreamy and used is how I now feel,
I’ll endure this again, that was our deal. © Erin May 2010
Copyright 2010 by Erin ([email protected]) All rights reserved. Not to be reproduced without written permission from the author.

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Heidi’s All Grown Up 2

This is the second installment in the story of Heidi. Please let me know if this one is good, and if the comments are good, I’ll publish Chapter 3. Once again, please be nice.Heidi’s All Grown Up: Ch 2
Lily heard Peter come into the small house they shared. She smiled at her handsome, strapping son, thinking that he was nothing like the cruel lord who had beaten her unconscious and then made her have a baby. She had no idea what he had done to her while she lay at his mercy, only that when she awoke, she was bleeding from between her legs, too. She was already bleeding from several cuts and scratches he had inflicted, as well as very sore from the large number of deep and painful bruises he had given her. She had been only fourteen when he did this, and had only just begun to get her moon cycles. Her mother had not even had the chance to give her the talk every mother must give her daughter, telling her how to care for herself. So when she found blood between her legs too, she had simply assumed he had beaten her there as well as everywhere else. Lily’s mother, Janelle, had realized what the bastard had done to her tender young daughter, and they had fled that same night. For six months Janelle kept them moving, ever afraid that the lord would pursue them. When it became too dangerous for Lily to travel any more, they came upon a small village at the foot of the Alps. Janelle knew well the stigma that she and her daughter faced in such a small village, but they were out of the reach of the lord, and that was all that mattered. Indeed, the village people were less than kind to the mother and daughter that had fetched up on their doors. They were small-town people, with small-town views. The townspeople told Janelle that Lily was damned for leaving her husband, and the child would be damned and a bastard as well. This view was only encouraged by the local priest, who was a venomous old snake, more eager to spit at the poor ladies than pray for their souls.
After a few days, Janelle had been surprised to receive a visitor at the room they were staying in. The man who came calling introduced himself as John. He did not give a surname, saying that the townspeople simply knew him as the man of the mountain, despite the fact that he had only moved in about five years ago, having been discharged from the king’s service.
John told Janelle that he had heard of Janelle and Lily from the goatherd, who was also the town gossip. He said that he had come to her with a proposition. If she and Lily would cook his meals and wash his clothing, he would see to it that they would have a warm place to stay. Thinking that John had wanted them to stay with him, and also thinking that he probably wanted more than hot meals and clean clothing, Janelle was understandably wary. Had they just escaped the clutches of one bastard, only to run into the grasp of another? Nevertheless, she had agreed, realizing that she and Lily had nowhere else to go.
As soon as she had agreed, John moved into action. He arranged a room with one of the nicer ladies of the town and helped Janelle move her and Lily’s things in. He then began to get to work, building a small cabin for the two women, with a little extra room for the coming baby. He had not told Janelle that he was building a house, just that he needed to make further arrangements. He had also hired a couple of young men to help him with the construction from the money he had saved from when he was in the king’s army. While Janelle and Lily made sure that John had hot meals and clean clothing every night, he worked hard every day for two months, constructing a snug home for them.
When he was finished, John brought Janelle and Lily up to their new home on the mountain. By now, Lily was very far along in her pregnancy, and she grew tired very quickly, so John had carried her most of the way. He had arranged for one of the young men who had been helping him build the cabin to take their things up in a wagon later in the day. When Janelle saw the beautiful cabin, and John told her that it was for her and her daughter, Janelle had broken down in tears. She threw herself into John’s arms and kissed him fiercely. Fortunately, he had put Lily down some minutes before. He had returned her kiss eagerly, feeling paid in full for all of the hard work he had put into making sure that the destitute women had a place of their own. He didn’t know what had prompted their flight, but he knew it had to be desperate to cause two women, one of them fifteen and pregnant, to undertake a journey alone off to parts unknown. Hearing of Janelle and Lily’s plight had aroused his pity, as well as his admiration for their bravery. Janelle had found John’s house the next few evenings, and had made sure that he knew just how grateful she was for his kindness.
John helped them get settled into their new home before winter arrived. He had also shared some of his produce from his garden and regularly gave them half of whatever he hunted, just keeping the hides to cure and sell for money. In return, all he had asked was that they continued to wash his clothing and cook the occasional meal. Janelle had eagerly agreed, occasionally visiting John to deliver his evening meal and make sure it was hot enough. Shortly before winter settled in, Lily went into labor. Knowing nothing about babies, John had run down the mountain to fetch the elderly midwife and help her up to the house. When the midwife asked him to build a fire to warm cloths in, he had built a roaring fire, just as nervous as if it was his own child being birthed. When Lily had gotten to the final stages of her labor, it had been John’s hand she nearly crushed. And when Peter had made his entrance into the world, John had had tears in his own eyes, too. At the same time, the midwife had some bad news for Lily. The beating and rape that she had suffered had left her barren. She would bear no more children.
John had done his best to take care of Janelle, Lily and Peter, always keeping his relationship with Janelle discreet, as she had wished. He had never let Peter know just how proud he was of the boy, but Lily knew, and had tried to cultivate a friendship, if not a real father-son relationship with him. He had taught Peter how to hunt and track, as well as introducing him to tending at least the couple of goats that he had. When Peter had turned six, John had arranged for the old goatherd, that gossipy old man, to take Peter on as an apprentice. Lily had been grateful that John had done his best to secure a future for her son, despite the fact that they were in no way related. Peter had looked up to John as a father figure, and she was glad.
When Heidi had come to live with John, he had been terrified. He had no experience with raising girls. His wife had divorced him when she had decided that he was more married to the army life than he was to her. His daughters had been twins, and were just babies when his wife left. As a result, he had had no hand in raising his two daughters. When Nikki had shown up and informed him of his daughters’ marriage, and her and her husbands’ death in an accident, it had been the first word he had had of either of his daughters since his wife had divorced him twenty-five years ago. This time, John had turned to Lily and Janelle for help, needing the advice of the two women, one because she had raised a girl successfully, and the other because it had not been all that long since she had been a girl herself. Lily had come to see Heidi as a daughter, and had been thrilled when she and Peter had hit it off so well.
When Nikki had taken Heidi away, Lily had seen how despondent Peter was. She had thought it was just a boy missing his best friend, and had assumed that he would snap out of it soon. As the months had passed and Peter continued to mope about, Lily had been beside herself with worry. She hadn’t known how to reach her depressed son. Then, when Heidi had come back a year later and Peter had been so happy, she knew that everything was alright.
When Heidi had begun to have her moon cycles, John had asked Lily to give her the mother’s talk, since Janelle had been ill. Lily had done her best, but her mother had never given her the full talk, assuming that Lily knew very well how she had come to be pregnant. She certainly couldn’t tell Heidi what it meant to mate with a man, since she had been unconscious the only time she had!
Three months later, despite John’s best efforts, Janelle’s illness got worse, and she lost her battle with it. John had been devastated. He had come to love Janelle very much, and losing her had hurt him more than anyone else knew. He hid his pain behind his stern shield, never letting anyone see the depth of his sorrow at losing his lover.
Peter came through the door of his home and saw his very pretty mother at their table, preparing dinner. As he walked in the door, he took a moment to really see just how attractive his mother was. She stood at 5’6”, only a little taller than his beloved Heidi. Chestnut hair topped her crystal blue eyes. She had a lovely, porcelain complexion, and a ready smile. Having birthed and nursed a baby, her breasts were a little larger than Heidi’s, but still firm with all the work she did to keep them fed and comfortable. A slim waist flowed into curvy hips that seemed to naturally draw a man’s gaze. Her legs were slim but strong and well-defined. She had always lavished him with love. He knew she had given birth to him at a very young age, but did not know anything about the exact circumstances. He had no idea who his father was, nor did he wish to. The one time he had asked his grandmother, he had been five. She had turned white, and whispered that that was not a discussion for young ears. He had never gotten up the nerve to ask again.
Lily turned and smiled at her son, welcoming him home. “Good evening, Peter. How was your day today? Did Heidi go with you?” she asked innocently. At the thought of just how his day had gone earlier, Peter’s manhood began to thicken just a little. “Yes, Mother. Heidi did go with me today, and we really enjoyed each other’s company.” he replied. He walked over and kissed his mother hello. As he did, he found himself noticing just how soft and sweet his mother’s lips were. He drew back, not sure what to do with this feeling. She was his mother, after all. He rested his hands on her shoulders. “Mother, you seem to have a lot of tight spots in your neck and shoulders. Would you like me to rub your shoulders, try to work some of them out?” he asked. She replied, “Oh Peter, that would be nice.” Peter began to gently massage his mother’s neck and shoulders, just trying to work some of the tension out of her tightly knotted muscles. He knew that washing clothes sometimes left her very tense. As he worked, Lily began to flex her shoulders and moan with contentment, enjoying her son’s gentle touch. When he finished, she stood and gave her son a hug. Peter wrapped his arms around his petit mother, enjoying the feeling of his mother’s warm, soft body against his. Drawing back from the embrace, Peter smiled down at his mother. “How would you like if I continued what I’ve just started?” he asked. Lily returned his smile. “What do you mean?” “If you’d like, I could massage your whole back, really relaxing you.” “But Peter, I have to finish dinner.” she replied. Peter smiled softly at his mother and gently kissed her again. “Dinner can wait.” he murmured.
Leading his mother into her room by the hand, he paused to get a bottle of oil he had been saving. It had a light floral fragrance that he really liked. He turned to his mother. “You know, for this to really work, you should take your clothes off.” He said. “Why?” she asked. He guestured toward her dress. “Your dress gets in the way of my hands. I’ll be able to do a better job if you take it off.” He replied. He truly had no intention of doing anything else than making his lovely mother feel more relaxed. Lily thought about it for a moment, and agreed. She made Peter leave the room so she could disrobe, then covered herself entirely. Then she told him he could come back in.
When Peter came into the room he had undressed too, so that he wouldn’t get oil on his clothing. He smiled at the sight of his mother, wrapped in all her blankets. “Mother, if I’m to massage your back, perhaps you should be on your stomach, and maybe with less blankets?” he suggested. She giggled a little at that and flipped onto her stomach, adjusting the blankets as she did so that they were at waist level. When she did, she accidentally gave Peter a glimpse of her creamy breasts. Peter struggled to make no sign of what he had just seen, and instead concentrated on pulling the blankets down the rest of the way until they were bunched at the foot of her bed. Then he knelt next to her on the bed, reaching for the oil. He poured a little of the lotion into his palm and worked it into his hands, wanting to soften them a little. Then he reached for her shoulders, continued what he had started earlier.
Peter began to really enjoy the massage he was giving his mother. He loved hearing her moan and sigh her contentment. He worked down her back, just looking to relax and comfort her. As he did so, he began to notice how soft her skin was, and how it so readily responded to his touch.
As Peter worked on her back, Lily began to get a strange feeling. She felt warm and tingly, but not just where Peter was touching. She felt a slight warmth between her legs. She had only felt this way once before, when she was a child and had watched two of the lord’s horses mate. She had started to feel her secret place tingle and tighten, and had felt the strangest trickle of wetness. At first, she had thought it was her moon cycle, but when she had gotten home, there was no telltale red on her panties, just dampness. Lily didn’t know what the warm sensation was, but she didn’t want it to stop.
When Peter reached her waist, Lily hesitantly asked, “Peter, would you mind massaging my legs next? They’re a little sore tonight.” Peter smiled and readily assented. Turning around so he faced her feet, he started at her soles and worked his way up, adjusting his position when he needed to. He gently worked the muscles of her calves and moved to her strong thighs. As he did so, he noticed that he could see directly up to his mother’s womanhood. He blushed and looked away quickly, his manhood growing hard again, but his curiosity got the better of him, and he found himself peeking back furtively. When Peter reached the apex of her thigh, he exerted just a little pressure, asking her to open her legs a little more for him. When she complied, he continued to massage her, but this time just an inch from his mother’s beckoning womanhood. Peter moved smoothly to his mother’s behind, massaging the large muscles there also. When he finished massaging her bottom, he hesitantly asked his mother, “Would you like me to massage your front as well?” “Mmm, that would feel nice,” his mother mumbled, almost asleep due to her son’s tender ministrations.
Moving aside so she could turn over, Peter gasped as his mother’s body was revealed to him. Misunderstanding the cause of his swift intake of breath, Lily’s eyes snapped open. “Are you alright, Peter?” she asked. “Oh, Mother. I’m more than alright. You’re beautiful!” he whispered. Lily blushed. “Oh, Peter, I’m not beautiful. There are many women out there who make me look like the plain sparrow I am.” Peter couldn’t believe his ears. “Mother, the only woman I know who can hold a candle to you is Heidi. You know how I feel about her, and that I want to marry her, but if it were not for the fact that you are my mother, I would ask for your hand.” he replied earnestly. “I love you, and I wish you could truly see how beautiful I think you are.” Lily smiled. “That’s very nice of you Peter.”
Peter could see that he was not going to convince her, so he left off. Starting at her shoulders again, he worked his strong hands down his mother’s arms and hands, massaging each one until they were relaxed and pliant against the sheets. Next, he placed his hands just above the swell of her bountiful breasts, holding his breath as he did so. When her only response was a smile and a moan, he boldly slid his hands down until they rested fully upon his mother’s breasts. His innocent mother didn’t react, so he began to fondle and massage his mother’s creamy breasts. He gently rolled her nipples in his fingers, remembering how much Heidi had enjoyed this earlier. Lily began to really moan and gasp now, nearly overwhelmed at the pleasureable sensations her son was causing in her. Suddenly, she felt warmth and wetness engulf her sensitive nipple. Opening her eyes, she was shocked to see Peter nursing at her breast, as he had done years ago! “Peter, what are you doing?” the shocked woman moaned. Peter lifted up and smiled. “Does this feel good?” he asked. “Yes,” his mother replied. “Then that’s what I’m doing.” he smiled. And with that, he returned to suckling at her sweet nipples. He tongued and nibbled at her sensitive peaks, relishing her moans and cries of pleasure. He had no idea that there was anything wrong or sinful about what he was doing, since he had never set foot in the village church.
Lily was lost in a world of new sensations. She had never felt such pleasure. She hadn’t even known that such feelings were possible!
While Peter licked and sucked at his mother’s breasts, he moved his thigh a little further up from where it lay between her thighs. When he did, his strong thigh came into contact with his the apex of her thighs. Peter was shocked to feel the wetness there. Drawing away from her soft breasts, he looked down to where his thigh now pressed to his mother’s womanhood. He could see that the lips of her sex were drawn back, and the inner lips were visible. He moved down his mother’s body until he could look at her womanhood more closely. Upon looking closely, he was amazed to see that her womanhood was wet, glistening with her juices. Curious at what her juice would taste like, he licked from the bottom of her womanhood all the way to the top, unknowingly licking over her engorged button. As he passed his tongue over her sensitive sex, Lily arched her back and cried out the loudest yet! “Ah, Peter! That feels so good!” Encouraged by her cries, Peter again licked her from bottom to top, and was again rewarded with a pleasured cry. So he continued to lick at her soft, wet flesh. He worked to discover what made her moan and what made her writhe. He soon realized that there was a small button, no larger than the tip of his pinky, that she seemed to really react to when he touched it. He also soon discovered that there was an opening, from which all of her juices seemed to flow. When he licked at that engorged tip and pushed his finger into the opening, Lily suddenly felt the forces within her reach a crest. She cried out: “Peter! What’s happening?” And recognizing his mother’s reaction for the same thing that he and Heidi had experienced earlier that day, he raised his head to watch his mother moan and writhe her way through her first orgasm.
When Lily finally came down from the wave she had been riding, she looked down her body to see her son smiling, a truly pleased expression on his drenched face. Then Peter got up and crawled his way up his mother’s body to kiss her deeply. Lily returned his kiss eagerly, wrapping her legs around his trim waist. When she did, her womanhood suddenly came into contact with Peter’s rock-hard manhood, and the head sank into her warmth a little. Peter groaned and his hips unconsciously pushed forward slightly. At feeling the pleasurable invasion, Lily cried out and lifted her hips to meet Peter’s slight push. In this way, Peter penetrated a woman for the first time. Each slight thrust of his hips was met with one of his mother’s.
Lily groaned at the feeling of her son’s thick manhood penetrating her. She had never experienced such mind-blowing sensations! Peter lifted his hips, moaning again at the feelings coursing through him. Her sheath pulsed and gripped him tightly, surrounding his manhood completely. He pushed forward again, lost in the pleasure they were both experiencing. With that, Peter made sweet love to his mother. He could hear her pleasured cries as well as his own. Grasping her hips, he began to slide slowly into and out of her soft womanhood, moaning again at the incredible sensations. With a few strokes, Peter began to feel the surge building within him. He moved faster, wanting to feel that exhilarating rush again. Lily was meeting each of his powerful thrusts with one of her own. Her body knew what it was doing, even if she didn’t!
Suddenly, Lily felt a wave of pleasure wash over her again. Her already tight sheath clenched around her son’s thick manhood, engulfing him in the same wave. Lily screamed her pleasure, crying out: “Peter! Oh, Peter!” Peter met her sudden increase in intensity, feeling the surge rising even more. “Mother! It’s happening! Here it comes!” he cried. And with that, his manhood erupted, filling his mother with his thick, creamy come. He thrust a few more times into her, wanting to feel her sweet warmth, drawing the sensations out. Then, overcome, he collapsed, but landed on his elbows, not wanting to crush his delicate mother below him.
He lifted up a little, and smiled at the beautiful woman under him. She returned his smile with a shaky one of her own. Then he gingerly lifted his hips and withdrew his deflated manhood from his mother’s still-twitching sheath. Lily moaned a little at the loss.
Peter fully pulled out, and then collapsed onto his side on the bed, putting his arm around his mother’s waist. “Mother, that was incredible. I don’t have the words to tell you just how wonderful that was.” he whispered. Lily smiled at Peter. “I’ve never felt like that before, either. I didn’t even know it was possible.” Peter was confused. He knew how life started, having seen the goats he tended mating, and the results later. His mother had given birth to him, shouldn’t she know how it had happened? “Mother, I don’t understand. Didn’t you experience something like this with my father?” he asked innocently. Lily dropped her blue eyes from her son’s grey ones. “I’m sorry, Peter. I should have told you this much sooner.” Peter was shocked to see tears fill his mother’s crystal eyes. He got worried, thinking perhaps it was best he didn’t know. Lily sat up and turned away from her son’s gaze, using her chestnut hair as a shield. Peter sat up too, and, taking his mother into his strong arms, he whispered into her hair. “It’s alright, Mother. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” Lily sighed. “No, I need to tell you this. You should at least know who your father is.”
With that, Lily told Peter of who his father was, and the events that had precipitated his birth. At hearing of the brutal beating and rape of his mother, Peter felt a powerful rage come over him. When she told him of John’s kindness, and the close relationship he and his grandmother Janelle had had, he was overcome with wonder. Why had a perfect stranger taken pity on two desperate women, even going to the extent of building and giving them a house! Although he looked up to the man of the mountain, and saw him as a father figure, he had never before realized just how kind and loving he really was. He was also incredibly proud, that his mother would have the bravery to flee her home and everything she knew to try at a new life away from her abuser.
When Lily finished telling him of his origin, and how they had come to live where they were, she simply stayed silent. She had no idea what to do, now that her terrible secret was out. Peter touched her shoulder softly, turning her to face him. When Lily raised her blue eyes to his grey ones, he was surprised to see the apprehension there. Wanting to comfort her, he pulled his mother into his arms, embracing her tightly. “Why are you afraid?” he asked. Lily softly replied, “I could not bear to see the hate you must feel for me.” Peter was confused. “Why should I hate you?” he asked. Lily sighed and dropped her gaze. “When the lord I served beat me, he told me that it was my fault. He said that I had driven him to it, that I had given him cheek,” she whispered. Peter tipped her chin up until he could look into her eyes again. “Never blame yourself for being a victim,” he said firmly. Then leaning down, he kissed her tenderly, trying to put all he felt, all his admiration for the woman in his arms, into the kiss. Lily leaned into the kiss, feeling the intense emotion Peter had put into it. She was so grateful that her son had not repudiated her for her past.
Peter drew back from the kiss, shaking a little. He desperately wanted to show his mother how much he loved her. Seeing the soft smile on her face, he smiled too, then bent down and kissed her again, this time gently seeking entrance into her sweet mouth. Lily sighed softly and allowed him the entrance he sought. Turning more fully into his arms, she pulled him close, running her fingers through his black hair and loving the soft texture. Peter moaned at the feeling of his mother’s fingers running over his scalp and caressing his ears, causing shivers to run down his spine. He slid a hand over her breast, seeking her tender nipple. When he found it, he began to gently roll and tug on it with his strong fingers. Lily moaned and shifted so he had better access to her soft flesh, her own fingers seeking his nipples almost hidden in the muscle and rich tan of his chest. She shyly ran her fingers over the flat button, glancing up at him as she did so. Encouraged by his smile, she leaned in and ran her tongue over it. Peter sucked in her breath at the sensual touch. Lily heard his soft gasp and it encouraged her even more. Smiling up at him, she pushed at his chest gently, wanting to explore a man’s body for the first time. Peter returned her smile and obliged, lying back on the sheets to give her full access to his body.
Lily leaned over her son’s chest, marveling at the strong muscles their life had given her son. He had worked hard most of his young life, and it showed in the muscled strength of his body. He was not overly large, but had well-defined muscles without a hint of spare flesh. She ran her fingers over his chest, marveling that this strong body before her had once come from hers. She trailed her fingers over his rippling stomach and small waist. Then she leaned over and ran her tongue over his manly nipple again. Peter gasped and moaned a little. Lily smiled at his reaction, and then moved lower, wanting to see what else made him moan. She kissed her way over his flat stomach and reached the forest of black pubic hair just a little below. Lifting up a little, she looked at her son’s uncut manhood for the first time since he was a toddler. She touched it gently, marveling at the soft skin that covered his shaft. As his manhood stiffened, it gradually emerged from its protective foreskin. Lily gazed at the soft, spongy head. As she watched, a drop of pearly fluid emerged from the slit at the tip. Curious, she leaned in and licked the drop off, tasting a man’s cream for the first time. Peter moaned at the feel of her mouth at it came into contact with his erection. Encouraged by his moans, she then licked around his head and slid her mouth over his hard shaft. She gently fondled his big balls and ran her hands over the thick shaft that sprouted above them.
Peter looked down his body and groaned at the sight of his mother working his manhood. He loved that she had decided she wanted to explore his body, but at the same time, he wanted to explore hers too! He had so enjoyed the taste of her sweet womanhood! Smiling, he realized that maybe they could both get what they wanted.
Stroking a hand tenderly through her hair, he very gently pulled her off his erection and told her: “I want to taste you, now.” Lily frowned, reluctant to give up her pleasurable explorations. Seeing her frown, Peter smiled. “Don’t worry, I’m not asking you to stop. I just want you to move a little.” And he then pulled her into a position so her womanhood was positioned over his face and her own face was facing his hard shaft. “See? Now we can both get at what we want.” And with that, he pulled her hips down just a little more and licked her from top to bottom. Lily moaned, her back arching with the new pleasure, and then turned her attention back to the pleasure looking her in the eye. She slid her mouth back over him, swirling and fluttering her tongue as she did. Peter moaned too, and then concentrated on tasting and pleasing his mother. Using his hands and tongue, he then set out to find out what made her moan and what made her writhe. Lily began trying to see just how much of her son’s large manhood she could fit in her mouth. She slid him to the back of her mouth and tried to see if she could swallow him, but he hit her gag reflex and she had to back off, coughing a little. She decided to not try that again, but concentrate on working her tongue over him. At every drop of pearly come that emerged from his winking eye, she felt her womanhood tense a little, and release just a little of her own juice.
Meanwhile, Peter was doing a little tasting of his own. He had found that very sensitive tip again and discovered that his mother reacted most favorably to having him gently run his tongue and nibble on it. Concentrating on the small nub, he began to really work that wonderful, small spot. Suddenly, his mother pulled her mouth off his manhood and cried out loudly and her womanhood released a flood of sweet cream. When she stopped coming, Lily pulled her hips away and sat up. Still shaking a little, she moved so that she was straddling Peter’s hips. She smiled down at her son and, taking him in hand, placed his head at her entrance. Peter moaned at the warmth that began to engulf his shaft and tried to lay very still, allowing his mother to take the lead and pleasure herself. Lily closed her eyes as she sank down on her son’s engorged manhood, the thick shaft filling her depths. Seating herself fully, she just sat there for a moment, allowing herself to enjoy the sensation of the thick erection impaling her. Peter couldn’t resist reaching up and placing his hands over his mother’s large, creamy breasts. At his touch, she opened her eyes and smiled into Peter’s. Then she began to lift up again, not wanting to wait to make her son reach his peak. As she moved over his manhood, Peter let go of her breasts and grasped her hips, guiding her as she slid over his erection. Their cries and moaned mingled, creating a sweet harmony as they made love to each other.
Peter moved his hips faster as he felt himself reaching his peak for the fourth time that day. He had never experienced so much pleasure in one day! This time, he could feel the tension as his eruption drew closer and closer. Then, feeling like a cup that had just been filled to overflowing, he suddenly pulled her mother close and drove his tongue into her mouth in a deep kiss. At the same time, he began really moving her hips, pulling her in incredibly tight as his manhood swelled even thicker and began pulsing with his ejaculation. Lily pulled away from the kiss to scream her pleasure as her son came inside her for the second time, his eruption causing her own to happen. Her sheath tightened incredibly with the force of her orgasm, causing Peter to cry out too. Then he moved her just a few strokes more and she collapsed onto his chest, panting and trembling.
Peter pulled her close and stroked his hand over her hair, enjoying the feeling of each and every tremor as it coursed through her body. At the same time, he felt just the smallest stab of regret that this precious moment hadn’t been shared with his beloved Heidi. Would she be upset at the events that had just taken place?
Lily slipped herself off of her son and curled up beside him. He cuddled in behind her, and pulled her in close as they drifted off to sleep.

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With a grunt, I came right on top of the piece of toast.
“Thanks baby,” my slut mom, Britney said gratefully. She bit down on the toast that had butter and now cum on it too.
“I can’t start my day right unless I get a little bit of cum at least in my system. Thanks again, babe. And thank you too, Becca. You’re turning into a bigger whore than your mum,” my mom said to me and my sister fondly.
Becca was sitting under the table, where she’d been sucking my cock, priming me to give mom her morning cumshot. Rebecca was the ultimate nymphomaniac. It was your typical school day today, and as usual, without fail, the naked 13 year old had woken me up with a morning blow job, stopped when I woke up and before I came in her mouth, followed me into the washroom, licked the droplets of pee off my cock that remained after my morning piss, then proceeded to lick the entire toilet bowl rim clean to make sure no piss was on it while I brushed my teeth, and as soon as I finished, she was brushing her teeth too. As soon as I got downstairs and sat down at the breakfast table next to my topless, cum covered mother, Becca sprinted down and assumed her position under the table, completely ignoring her breakfast and getting to work on my cock again. My mom’s hair was crusty and she had cum stains on her face as usual. It was all a mixture of my cock cream and whomever she’d managed to pick up from the previous day. My 29 year old mom was always half clothed, either because she was getting fucked or because she was horny and looking to get fucked. She pretty much only wore clothes that offered people easy access, so it was almost always mini skirts that would have fit girls my sisters age that she had bunched up around her waist while her legs were spread wide open, or some form of short cocktail dress that also got bunched around her waist while someone was plowing into her. Her tits were almost always hanging out, or she just wore something that was easily pulled off and pulled back up to cover her up.
I sat back down to finish up my breakfast, and Becca had gotten up to wolf down her breakfast. We all finished up, and got up to get ready. Since mom had inherited this house from her grandparents, and she earned so much extra money because of getting “work bonuses” which she earned by fucking some valuable clients for her boss, we were living pretty comfortably. I got changed into a simple pair of jeans and, a t-shirt, gathered up my books and bag, and waited downstairs for Becca. Even though we went to different schools, her middle school was on the way to my high school, so we tended to walk together.
Surprisingly, my mom was ready at the same time as my sister today, so they both came down together. Becca was dressed in a tiny half shirt that probably would have fit a 6 year old, let alone an over-developed 13 year old. She had on a mini-skirt that probably would have passed for a thick belt if you thought about it long enough. It looked like she decided on underwear as I caught a flash of black thong underwear as she flew down the steps. Mom was dressed in a really tight dress shirt that was partially see-through, with most of the buttons undone so her tits practically fell out the front. She also had on a short black mini skirt, and as usual, no underwear. Mom put on a pair of black fuck-me pumps, and Becca put on her sneakers.
“Hun, how come you don’t wear your heels to school? They make you look so sexy, and your little teen ass sticks out. I bet your teachers would trip over themselves to fuck that ass if you wore the heels,” mom said.
“Yea, but the sneakers let me run around. You’d be surprised how hard it is to get from one end of the school to the other when you’re giving head to a teacher after class, and have to get to class on time. Or when during lunch you need to fuck, and you’re in the middle of the field. It’s hard to balance in heels when you’re like that, and doesn’t let me run from one guy to the next,” Becca reasoned. “What’s with the skirt, mom? Aren’t you gonna be naked anyway?”
“Yeah baby, but I want to come home with as many cum stains on the skirt as I can by tonight. If I can half this thing so cum-covered that I need to crack it in two to get it off my slut ass, then today will have been a success. You’re gonna love seeing my outfit after work today,” mom said as she winked.
We all walked out, and mom locked up before getting into the car. Since she worked in the opposite direction, she wouldn’t be giving us a ride to school, and I didn’t really want a ride anyway. These walks in the morning were so refreshing. While Becca and I walked, I could clearly see that her half-shirt which already showed her entire belly was occasionally being lifted up to show off her tits pretty prominently. Becca, as usual, barely made any effort to cover any of it up.
“Hmm, I think I want to compete with mom for most cum-covered by the end of today. What do you think, Jason?” Becca asked.
“I think you should do it. I’d love to see who wins. But you gotta come home by 5:30 as well, so that it’s fair. You’re not allowed to get extra time to find more cocks, it’s not fair to mom.”
“Yay, it’s gonna be a Slut-Off!” I can’t believe she can be so excited about this, and all by the age of 13 too. It’s a good thing mom had her on the pill early, or I’m pretty sure there would have been a pregnancy by now.
One of Becca’s friends from school caught up with us during our walk, and her and Becca started talking about all sorts of stupid girl stuff. I tuned out. When we reached Becca’s school, she stopped talking, turned to me, gave me a hug, a kiss on the cheek and I stuck two fingers into her pussy and pulled them out almost immediately, as was our ritual every morning that I walked her. We said our byes, and I continued on to school alone.
School was a boring affair, and the only thing that tided me over were the regular pictures that mom sent me throughout the day of herself doing nasty, whore-ish things. The whole time, mom’s shirt was on, but with only one button right below her tits done while her tits hung out lewdly, her skirt pulled up to be right below her tits and covering her middle while her ass, tits, and pussy all lay out in the open for everyone. As the day progressed, mom got messier and messier. The first picture just started off with her exposed and she sat on a desk spreading her pussy lips, with her hair a little mussed. Progressively, she was covered from head to toe in spit and cum. By the time lunch rolled around, I had about 8 pictures, where it looked like mom had about 3 cumshots to the face, about a litre of spit all over her tits and hair, and her pussy looked pretty abused and was leaking cum down her legs. Her skirt and shirt were fairly wet and covered. I was impressed with how her day as the Office Slut was going. I texted Becca to see how she was doing. About 2 minutes later, I got a picture sent to me of Becca on her knees, and it was obvious that while mom had taken her pictures herself, either in a mirror or be extending her hand and taking a self picture, Becca’s picture was taken by one of the 4 guys who’s cocks she was surrounded by. It was a picture of my sweet baby sister on her knees with her mouth on a cock while she looked up at the phone with lust in her eyes and two dicks resting on her cheeks, while another rested on her forehead and bangs. Becca looked thoroughly fucked, and it was obvious she’d had the better part of a bukkake on her face already, as her face was fairly well glazed over, her hair matted down and wet, and her shirt pulled up over her tits. From what I could see of her shirt, it was pretty much covered in cum too, and her tits glistened. I guess Becca was gonna take this contest pretty seriously.
I texted mom to let her know there was competition.
Throughout the day, the pictures got more and more intense. By the time school ended, and I walked home, mom had sent me a total of 35 pictures, and Becca had sent me a total of about 14 pictures. It looked like it was gonna be close, as the last pictures I had received from both were pretty brutal. Mom had her eyeliner and mascara running down her face, with her hair a wet, sticky mess, her shirt plastered to her skin by a mixture of fluids, and her skirt absolutely glistening, while her pussy was raw and red, and so was her asshole, both gaping and leaking cum right down her legs and coating her shoes. Becca on the other hand looked like she was getting a constant gangbang party in the staff lounge. I assumed the teachers and principal just agreed to have her marked as present for all of her classes, and they rotated in shifts with fucking her. All 14 pictures that I’d had from her never featured her alone, and she had a minimum of 3 cocks in all of them. The last picture I had of her was her sexy 13 year old face unrecognizable from the chunky cum all over it, running into her hair and making it one thick clump of straight hair. There was in fact so much on her face that it had run down and made a complete mess of her shirt, and tits, and there were thick globs of cum coating her entire front side, including her belt-like mini-skirt. She’d been getting double penetrated all day from the looks of things since a lot of the pictures either showed the dp in progress, or depicted a fresh load of cum running down her leg. The final picture that got sent to me, however, showed her on her back on the table, with her head hanging off the edge, her face hanging upside down as her hair was in its cum-cocoon, her legs cocked in the air, with one guy’s cock in her mouth, with drool clearly falling downwards onto her face and adding to the slime filth that was already there, a couple guys were standing beside her, cumming on her body, and there was another grown man holding her legs open as he had his cock sunk deep into her. The caption to the picture said “And we still have another 2 hours to go!”
I sat down on the couch, turned on whatever porn was in the dvd player and sat back to wait till mom and Becca came home. I knew Becca would be walking home in whatever state she left in, and if she could get lucky, she’d get one of the neighbour guys to drop another load on her or something, and I knew mom was probably in the middle of some massive office gangbang and would not let a single drop of cum go to waste.
During my two hour wait, I finished up my homework and ordered a pizza, since I figured with the epic dicking mom was getting today, she was not going to be in the mood to cook. Around 5:30, I started getting hard, waiting to see who came in first, and how fucked up they looked. Man, I was not disappointed.
The first to come in the door was Mom. I heard the car turn off, and I heard mom’s stripper heels click up the driveway and she came into the house. While mom had left with straightened hair, and looking very seductive, she walked in looking like she’d fucked the entire country. Her makeup was streaked down her face with the bunch of dried cum that was there, her hair was matted down over her forehead and along her shoulders. Her slightly see-through dress shirt was now completely soaked and plastered to her skin, her tits, which she hadn’t bothered to cover up had cum in the cleavage that still stayed there, and the rest of her tits were glistening. Her skirt was absolutely caked, and couldn’t have been wetted if she’d dumped it in a lake. It was soaked, and it was obvious that most of the stuff on it was cum. Her skirt was still pulled up around her middle, so her pussy was easy to see, and it was gaping, as was her asshole. There was still cum running out in rivulets, and mom’s shoes which were black stripper heel pumps, were now soaked with cum and had cum dripping off them as well.
“Wow mom, holy fucking hell. How long and how many cocks did you end up taking today?” I asked incredulously.
“Babe, you have no idea. I got into work, popped my tits out in the lobby, hiked my skirt up, and already had my first blowjob given in the elevator. Word spread quick today, and I was basically either on my knees or on my back all day sucking and fucking, and when one guy stepped out, another came in. it was amazing. Ohh god, it was good, but my ass is sore. There was this one black guy who just didn’t calm down. He came buckets though, so I can’t really complain.”
Mom sat down in the living room in front of the tv, watching the gangbang porn that I’d put up before mom
came in and she watched it while eating a slice of pizza. Around 5:40, Becca came in the door.
“Hey Bec –“ I stopped short. Mom looked over from the living room and the piece of pizza she was eating while still in her fucked up, cum-covered state dropped out of her hand and onto her lap.
“Holy fucking shit Becks, I think you can take this win,” mom said in shock.
Becca was in the most ridiculous state ever. Her face looked like she’d put a mask over top of it, with the cum at least a quarter inch thick, still dripping from her face. Her eyes were completely caked, and you could barely make out the blue of her eyes through the strings of cum that hung from her eye brows. Her hair was all stuck together and hanging down her back and still wet from the cum. If Becca had jumped into a swimming pool filled with semen, it would have been more accurate to her description. Her shirt was still pulled up and over her tits, and plastered to her skin, with her usually smooth white skin lumpy with cum on it. It was obvious that the cum shower had started at her face and head, and moved its way down her body. Her belt/skirt was up by a couple inches, not quite covering her navel, but just high enough to give a view to her abused pussy. Her peach-fuzz covered pussy that I was so fond of fucking was raw, red, and had cum all over it. She was bowlegged, and her ass was still pink, probably from being slapped so much. Her skirt and shirt were both like a second skin to her, with the amount of cum on them. She still had one sneaker on, while the other foot was just her sock, and in both cases, they were both covered in cum. Even down to her arms had cum on them. Her forearms were wet and slick with cum, her hands were practically pruned, and as Becca did a little twirl for us, we saw that she had cum on her ears, and she looked like she was almost all completely glazed over by cum.
“What the fuck happened, Becca?” I asked in awe.
She smiled widely at us and we saw that she still had cum in her mouth. “I had a great day bro. I told you I’d be a better slut than mom was!”
And as she said that, she moved closer to mom, because as both mother and daughter knew, no cum was to go to waste. My mom Britney got up off the sofa, leaving an outline of wetness on the leather couch and starting licking up her daughters face, while her daughter did the same to her.

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My Uncle’s New Wife; Part 2 The First Wife

My Uncle’s New Wife; Part 2 The First Wife
On hearing Ashley’s voice we both began to scramble. My pants were lying on the floor next to me so I quickly grabbed them and slipped them on covering my half hard cock. Aunt Laura motioned for me to intercept my cousin before she could reach the kitchen. Stepping into my slippers I hurried out of the kitchen and almost collided with my pretty little cousin.
“Ashley” I said “Uncle John didn’t say you were coming today. Glad to see you.”
“Hi Jim, my father told me you were going to be staying here for a couple of weeks. I came over to get some tanning in. It’s so nice here and if it gets too hot I can just jump in the pool and cool off. Is Laura around?” she asked quizzically.
“She’s around somewhere because she made breakfast a little while ago. Not sure where she got to.”
“That’s okay, I’m sure I’ll see her. Well let me go up to my room and change. Are you going to come by the pool and hang?”
“I guess so” I answered her.
Ashley gave me a quick hug then headed toward the stairs. When she disappeared upstairs Aunt Laura crept from the kitchen wearing a robe over her recently sexed body. She gave me a wet kiss and groped my package before whispering in my ear.
“That was a close call, good work Jim. I’m going to take a shower then I guess I’ll head to the pool. Ashley and I have bonded together tanning this year.”
My eyes watched her robe covered ass sway as she walked away from me making my cock twitch again. Returning to the kitchen I poured myself another cup of coffee. In a few minutes Ashley came in on her way to the backyard. She had on a tiny neon pink bikini which showed off her developing curves to great advantage. I looked down at my coffee to prevent myself from ogling my cousin. Due to this mornings events I was in a sexually charged state of mind and I didn’t wish to act stupid.
“There’s a little coffee left if you want Ash” I told her.
“Uhhg, I don’t want hot coffee when I’m going to sit in the sun. Hurry up and get going” she said as she headed to the sliding doors.
Glancing from the corner of my eye I noticed that Ashley had on a thong bottom and that her ass was outstanding. Quickly I looked away feeling guilty. Not only had I just lost my virginity to my uncle’s wife earlier today, now I was checking out his daughter’s, my cousin’s, hot ass. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I didn’t hear Aunt Laura come in. It wasn’t until her hand brushed against my shoulder that I looked up into her big brown eyes.
“Thinking about me Jim” she said while leaning over my back and running her hand on my chest. My body responded instantly to her touch and I felt my erection swelling again.
“You’re driving me crazy Aunt Laura” I said which was true as far as it went. “But shouldn’t we be careful with Ashley here?”
“Spoilsport” she answered “but I suppose you’re right. See you shortly.”
Aunt Laura’s hand touched my cheek as she too headed for the backyard. She was wearing the cobalt blue suit she had on the evening I arrived. This should be fun I thought to myself. My cousin and my Aunt wearing next to nothing while I hung out with them. Add to the mix what me and Aunt Laura had been up to and it was a recipe for torture of me. After changing to my swim trunks I went out to the patio to join them. They were very cozy lounging on adjacent chaise recliners and laughing and talking. Ashley motioned for me to join them while Aunt Laura played it cool behind her large sunglasses.
Ignoring Ashley’s invitation I instead dove into the pool. The water was nice and warm as I swam a number of laps. Finally tiring of that I emerged dripping from the pool at which point I was hit by a towel Aunt Laura playfully threw at me. Drying myself off I sat on the chaise next to her and stretched out. I couldn’t help but notice that Ashley had looked at me with a puzzled expression. After a few minutes Aunt Laura stood and announced she was going to make a pitcher of iced tea and did we want some to which we both replied in the affirmative. As soon as she went in my cousin moved and sat in the lounger next to me.
“My God Jim, I hadn’t noticed earlier but what happened to you?”
“What are you talking about Ash?” I answered.
“Your back, you have so many scratches on it one would think an animal attacked you. Although I would guess in a sense that’s true.”
“I don’t know, maybe it happened at work” I said vaguely. I didn’t like lying to her but I certainly couldn’t tell her who marked me….
“Yeah right cousin. I might be a year younger than you but I didn’t just get off the boat. I know what fingernail marks look like and you have a giant case of that. But I have my sources and I’ll find out.”
I didn’t answer her and when Aunt Laura came out with iced tea and glasses Ashley returned to her seat. She served us all and sat down again. After this Ashley was quiet but I noticed she was playing with her phone a lot. A couple of hours later we all went in for lunch. While we were sitting there eating Ashley surprised me with a question.
“So Jim I heard you met Stacy the other night. Is that true?”
The question caught me by surprise and I also noticed that Aunt Laura’s ears perked up as well. Taking a deep breath first I arranged my thoughts before answering.
“Yeah I met some girl named Stacy the other night when I was hanging out with my friends. She seemed cool but she was going to some party. How do you know her and about this?”
During my answer I noticed Aunt Laura was gripping her glass so tight her knuckles turned white but fortunately Ashley was too busy watching me to notice her reaction.
“I told you I have my sources” she said with a smug smile “I’m friends with Kayla one of the girls she was with. I heard she was very impressed with you and is eagerly awaiting your call. You are going to call her?”
“I don’t know” I answered helplessly. I felt both their eyes watching me with much different expectations. After lunch when they went back to the pool I went upstairs instead and took a nap. The earlier activities had done a lot to wear me out and lying in the sun always made me sleepy. When I awoke it was early evening so I dressed and went downstairs.
My uncle had arrived a little while before and he was about to drive Ashley home. He greeted me and she came up to me and gave me a hug and said goodbye.
“Don’t worry cousin, I’ll be back tomorrow and I’ll be staying the weekend so you won’t miss me for too long.” Then in a lower voice she said “Don’t forget to call Stacy” before bouncing out the door.
The door had barely closed before Aunt Laura came right up to me and started to kiss me passionately. Then right before ending the kiss she bit my lip and stepped back with her eyes blazing with an inner fire.
“And who is this Stacy tramp?” she demanded to know.
“Like I said just a girl I met the other night. I really don’t know her Aunt Laura.”
That seemed to placate her a bit and the next thing I knew she had crouched in front of me and was rubbing my crotch with one hand while the other was unfastening my pants. With a triumphant squeal she succeeded in pulling them down and freeing my semi-erect cock. She placed her face right next to it and began to lick along the side of it. Aunt Laura ran her tongue from the base up to the mushroom head before opening her lips and welcoming it into her mouth.
The feeling was wonderful and I couldn’t help reaching down and gently running my fingers through her silky hair. She looked up at me while continuing to suck on my head and the top of my shaft. Aunt Laura was now wearing an aqua tank top with no bra and a multi-colored gauzy summery skirt and I noticed her hand which wasn’t holding my shaft was busy rubbing between her thighs. That made me so horny I pulled her to her feet and kissed her deeply. After breaking the kiss I pushed her so that she was bent over the table behind the couch and I raised her skirt above her waist. It came as no surprise that she wasn’t wearing panties.
“Yes that’s it Jim, bend me over and fuck me. Fill me with your cock baby. You know your Aunt Laura wants it bad.”
I wasted no time with niceties. As soon as my head was at her wet, puffy lips I drove it home all the way. She shuddered and gasped as I reached the back of her tunnel. Pulling everything but my head out I slammed it back again. One hand grabbed her tiny waist while my other worked under her shirt until I was pinching her hard nipple. In and out I pounded her as hard as I could forcing deep moans from her throat.
As I continued pumping my Aunt’s sweet snatch I noticed that the only thing keeping her on her feet was the table she was leaning on combined with my body forcing her further on top of it. Reluctantly I pulled out of her and helped her to in front of the sofa where I lowered my Aunt to the floor on her knees and pushed her torso onto the couch. Crouching down I again drove as much of my length as she could take into her.
Supporting my weight on the sofa I began rapid thrusting her sweetness again. The sound of my thighs slapping into Aunt Laura’s flanks filled the room along with her moans. She reached between her legs and started rubbing her clit in time with our fucking. It wasn’t long before she let out a wail and her whole body stiffened. Pausing what I was doing I leaned in and managed to kiss her red lips as she came down from her high.
“Come on Jim, fuck me. Your Uncle will be back soon and I want to feel you cum in me again.”
Aunt Laura’s words spurred me onward. I now held firmly to her hips with both hands and moved as fast as I could. She then reached between our legs and cupped my balls with her soft hand. That caused me to redouble my efforts and with a strangled cry I discharged my semen into her yet again.
My cock was still seeping when I pulled it from her. Aunt Laura wasted no time in twisting to where she could get her mouth to it where she licked it clean driving me insane from the feeling on my sensitive member. When it was clean she helped me get my pants up and she tucked it in for me.
“I have to clean myself before John gets back” she said smiling “it wouldn’t be smart to leave it.”
“Well Aunt Laura I’m going out to meet my friends” I replied to her.
“So it’s just cum and run with me?”
“It’s not that but I don’t think I can face Uncle John right now with what we’ve been doing” I truthfully replied feeling a bit guilty now.
“Don’t worry about it Jim. Besides I don’t think you’ll be looking for some tramp now. Have fun.”
She kissed me and headed to the downstairs bathroom as I left. Though I did feel bad about my uncle I also knew there was no way I could say no to Aunt Laura’s charms. There was a party at a kid’s house in my neighborhood so I hung there for awhile until my friend told me Stacy was also there. So I went over and said hello to her and her friend. After a minute her friend Alyssa made herself scarce so we could spend some time alone.
We talked and she seemed like a real cool girl and I wound up asking her out on Sunday night and she accepted. Before she left I could read the signals she was sending me and I kissed her. Her face was turned up to me and her bottom lip was quivering as I leaned in and our mouths met. Stacy tasted like strawberries (in fact she had been chewing strawberry gum) and the kiss was as sweet as one. Afterwards she smiled shyly and looked at the ground. The rest of the night I was flying high as a kite. It wasn’t until I entered the front door that I thought about the possible complications.
The next morning I had work so I left early in the morning and didn’t get back until mid afternoon. As I was arriving a car pulled into the driveway and parked. My cousin Ashley bounded out of it carrying a bag with her. Then the driver emerged, it was Aunt Debbie, my uncle’s first wife who I hadn’t seen in a couple of years since the divorce. She hadn’t changed much in that time. Aunt Debbie was fairly tall for a woman, around 5’8” with long black, curly hair. She could never have been described as waiflike, she wasn’t fat but she had plenty of curves.
“Jim how are you? Ash was right – you are all grown up now” she said to me as a way of greeting.
“Hey Aunt Debbie long time, no see” I answered her.
“Come on and give me a hug, you’re not too old for that. Damn I remember baby sitting you when you were just out of diapers.”
Aunt Debbie had always been good in my book and I had been sad when they divorced. We embraced and it really felt nice being so close to her. Her hair smelled nice and her skin was soft and warm and truth be told her large breasts felt great pushed against my body. When we broke the hug she stepped back and I swear she checked me out, giving me the once over. Ashley came around and gave her mother a hug goodbye. Right before Aunt Debbie got in the car she paused and turned to me.
“I know it’s asking a lot from you since I see you’re just getting back from work but do you think you could do me a favor. John Jr. was supposed to but he went to stay at a friends this weekend. It won’t take long and I’ll drive you and pay you for it” she said in a pleading tone.
“Uh sure Aunt Debbie, no problem” I replied.
“Ashley just let everyone know that I’m borrowing your cousin but I’ll have him back soon, ok.”
“No problem Mom, see you Jim.”
I got in the passenger door and Aunt Debbie took off. To be honest I hadn’t ridden with her for awhile and I had forgotten how she drove a little like a maniac. She would honk or tailgate if she thought you weren’t moving fast enough and even flipped the bird at some little old lady who was traveling very slow. We arrived at her house in record time where I followed her to the front door. In spite of what had been happening, or maybe because of it, I found myself watching her big, round ass that was squeezed into a pair of denim shorts as we walked. We entered the house and she led me up to the attic where there were four large, plastic storage bins.
“They have a lot of my summer clothes in them and your cousin has been promising to bring them down but he still hasn’t and every time I need to get something I come up and take it out. So please if you don’t mind can you bring them down to my room” she said almost apologetically.
“Sure thing Aunt Debbie” I answered.
Lifting the first bin I wondered how lazy my cousin had become. It wasn’t that heavy and he was certainly strong enough to do this. She followed me down and directed me to put it down near the footboard of her bed. As I headed up for the next one Aunt Debbie started to open it and go through the clothing. In rapid succession I brought down the other bins. When I brought the final bin into her room Aunt Debbie was bent at the waist with her big ass in the air as she searched for something. With a triumphant cry she straightened up while clutching something in her hand.
“Found it” she exclaimed holding a bikini top against her t-shirt covered chest “now I wonder if it still fits.”
Turning her back to me she pulled her shirt over her head and dropped it on the bed showing me her naked back. There was an immediate rushing of blood to my groin as I caught a side glimpse of her large full breast. Turning she just held the scraps to herself making no effort to fasten it.
“How does it look Jim?” she asked in a throaty whisper.
“It looks good Aunt Debbie but I don’t know about this…” I began when she silenced me by stepping right up to me and dropping then top on her bed revealing her large natural breasts in all their glory. They sagged a little but they were round and beautiful with brown areolas and nipples which were already erect. When her hand grabbed my cock through my pants I groaned with desire.
“What do you have for your Aunt, Jim? A nice big hard cock it feels like to me.”
I pulled her to me and crushed her lips to mine. Her hands were frantically working on unfastening my pants. My hand reached down and assisted her and as soon as she freed my erection she sank down my body, her heavy breasts rubbing the length of my torso on her trip down. Aunt Debbie positioned them on either side of my cock almost making it disappear.
“Come on Jim, fuck my big tits, you know you want to” she encouraged me.
Not that I needed much of that to spur me on. Seizing her shoulders in my hand I started to thrust my hips driving my prick between her mammary flesh. She pushed them together more, creating extra friction for me. Between our movements and the heat of the day we were now bathed in sweat and I slipped easily against her hot skin. Groans were escaping my lips on a more frequent basis when Aunt Debbie abruptly stopped what she was doing and stood. She lifted my shirt up over my head and dropped it before pushing me back onto the bed.
Bending at the waist Aunt Debbie took the head of my cock into her mouth and ran her tongue around it. Looking me straight in my eyes she started to work it to the back of her mouth coating it with saliva. Up and down she worked my shaft taking me to the depths of her mouth until for the first time in my young life she managed to get it down her throat. I gasped as she continued down until her lips brushed against my wiry pubic hair. Aunt Debbie paused momentarily before reversing the process and completely pulling her mouth from my dick.
Smiling broadly at me she asked “How did you like that Jim?”
“Oh my God Aunt Deb, that was awesome. No one ever did that to me before.”
“Well I am an expert at cocksucking and deep throating. It’s the reason your Uncle divorced me, well because I was doing it to others besides him, I guess” she said with a laugh.
That was news to me, no one in the family ever knew why they divorced. They had both remained tight lipped about the reasons. Aunt Debbie now began to remove her shorts and panties, rolling them past her ample hips and down her thick legs. I sat up long enough to kick my sneakers off and push my pants to the floor. Now nude Aunt Debbie crawled onto the bed and positioned herself with her legs straddling my head.
First she lowered her musky cunt to my eager mouth before leaning down and licking my cock like a popsicle. For my part I grabbed hold of her round posterior and began to lick at her purplish lips. She reacted instantly to this by pressing her mound into my face. Her hand raised up my shaft and she again took it into her mouth. This was my first sixty nine and I was loving it. My tongue lashed away at her lips funneling her womanly juices onto my tongue and chin.
Every now and then I would be forced to pause as my senses were reeling from her expert oral talents but I would quickly resume my own efforts. Aunt Debbie had slightly shifted her body so her mouth could reach my ball sac and swallow one into her hot mouth. That allowed me to raise my head a few inches off the bed. When this happened my nose slid inside the entrance to her wet hole and my tongue began to play with her swollen clit.
Aunt Debbie seemed to greatly enjoy this as she pulled her mouth from my balls although she kept a tight grip with her hand on my shaft and stroked it. Her pelvis rocked back and forth on my face with my nose being swallowed inside her hungry pussy. My tongue continued flicking her clit and her body started to tremble. When I sucked it between my lips she screamed out “I’m cumming Jim” and I felt my nose flooded with her orgasmic nectar. Her body collapsed onto mine but though the speed was greatly reduced she managed to still slowly stroke me.
After a minute spent recovering Aunt Debbie managed to disentangle her limbs from mine. She repositioned herself so that she was straddling my torso but facing me. Leaning down we eagerly kissed as I slid my pussy juice coated tongue into her mouth. Our tongues danced with each other as Aunt Debbie ground her wet pussy against my pelvic bone. Then she reached back and grabbed my cock and guided it to her sopping pussy and sank down on it.
When my thick meat penetrated between her lips her breath was forced into my mouth. Waiting a minute to adjust to her pussy being filled Aunt Debbie looked me in the eye with a lust crazed expression. Slowly and inexorably her vagina swallowed more of my manroot until she couldn’t take anymore. With me pressing against her cervix she then reversed course and slid up my pole until only the head remained inside her.
Aunt Debbie built up a good rhythm working herself up and down me until I grabbed her big ass with both hands and rapidly pumped into her. The sound of my flesh slapping against hers mingled with our moans and groans of pleasure while the room smelled like raw sex. Her face was buried against my neck as I increased my tempo to a breakneck pace. With almost no warning my balls sent the fluid up my shaft and I irrigated Aunt Debbie’s fertile valley in waves of creamy jism.
Though I had just cum what felt like buckets Aunt Debbie wasn’t satisfied with this but again began to move on top of me not allowing my erection to subside. I recuperated as she continued to ride my cock, bouncing like crazy, her mane of black hair flying wildly about her pretty face. When I felt recovered enough I slapped her ass and suggested a course of action.
“Aunt Debbie why don’t you move your big ass to the edge of the bed so I can do you doggy style.”
Her eyes lit up and she couldn’t move fast enough. Within a minute she was on her knees with her full moon stuck up in the air and her face on its side pressed to the mattress along with her big breasts and arms. As I stood behind her I stroked my cock and drank in the view of my Aunt who I had known all my life just waiting for me to again slip inside her hot pussy and fuck her some more.
“Jim I’m waiting for you. I need you in me please” she pleaded.
First I slapped each cheek and watched it jiggle before driving myself deep in her. She let out a plaintive cry as I sank into her wet folds. Aunt Debbie eagerly met my thrusts by pushing her ass back at me as we built a slow steady rhythm. One of her hands crept between her legs and massaged her button pushing her higher. The more excited she became the louder she became. Her moans morphed into dirty talk.
“That’s it Jim, give it to your Aunt good and hard. Fill me up with your big fuckstick. Oh yeah fuck me in my slutty hole baby.”
Somehow her words spurred me on and turned me on as much as our actions. Something about this woman who had taken care of me when I was a kid saying such filthy things as I pounded her turned me on insanely. I pulled her head up by her hair as my speed increased until I was thrusting wildly.
“Aunt Debbie you slut. I’m getting ready to cum again and when I do I’m going to cum in your dirty mouth and you’ll drink it all down you whore.”
She moaned then said “Yes Jim, cum in my dirty mouth, give me all your cum and I’ll swallow it down.”
That was it, I lost it then. Pulling out I yanked her head to me but before she could take it between her lips the first shot went off hitting her in her eye and nose. Aunt Debbie managed to get it in her mouth as I came with great force sending thick globs of sperm to the back of her mouth. When I had nothing more to feed her Aunt Debbie released my cock from her mouth and smiled as I watched her throat contract as she swallowed. She opened her mouth to show me it was all gone.
When I stroked her cheek she started to suck on my fingers. Aunt Debbie was an insatiable slut, that was for sure. Twenty minutes later after a fast shower we were in her car approaching my Uncle’s house. She parked around the corner from the house and looked at me with her flashing black eyes.
“If I had known what a stud you were I would have done that a lot sooner Jim. I’m going to give you my cell number and any time you want, and I do mean any time day or night, you want to do this again you call me. If the kids are home I’ll meet you in the car. You understand honey?”
I just nodded at her. We shared a tender kiss then I got out and headed back to Uncle John’s house. That night Uncle John, Aunt Laura, Ashley and I had pizza for dinner then we all watched a movie together. For some reason I felt uncomfortable as both Aunt Laura and Ashley were giving me strange looks or staring at me. As soon as the movie was finished I excused myself and went up to my room. The computer gave me some diversion as I hadn’t checked my e-mails all week and after that I messed around a little.
When I went to bed it took me some time to fall asleep as I felt restless but eventually I succeeded. The glare from the streetlight filtered into the room illuminating the figure standing next to the bed when I opened my eyes. Aunt Laura stood beside me and when she saw I was awake she lifted the t-shirt she was wearing revealing her slim naked body.
She climbed next to me and immediately pulled my boxers down to get at what she wanted. Her mouth took me in as her tongue licked at the underside of my cock. I was as hard as a rock in no time and Aunt Laura wasted little time in straddling my body and kissing me. Her lips tasted like the wine she had been drinking last night and she still seemed a little tipsy.
“That’s my sweet little, wait I mean my sweet big nephew. He’s going to make me happy” she whispered giggling in my ear “I can’t let you kiss me down there though, your Uncle wanted some tonight and I couldn’t say no but all he did was get me horny for you.”
She slurred her words a little but her body was working fine. Her body slid into position and she guided my hard-on into her waiting pussy. She was already well lubricated and I sank in halfway immediately. Aunt Laura put her hand over her mouth to stifle any noise she might make as she worked herself down my shaft. When she took me as deep as she could she leaned in and kissed me again.
“We have to do it in this position so we won’t make too much noise” she again whispered “if you’re on top I can’t control my moaning.”
My hands cupped her taut ass cheeks while Aunt Laura began to ride me. More often than not her hand was pressed firmly to her lips to stifle her cries. When my mouth clamped on her small, round breast and I thrust up from underneath her she actually bit her hand and collapsed on top of me, her body shuddering from the violence of her orgasm. The contractions her muscles exerted on my cock was too much for me to take and as I sucked on her pink nipple I felt my orgasm wash over me. Again and again I spurted deep inside her bathing her pussy with my juice. We lay unmoving like that for some time until some vestige of reason reasserted itself in Aunt Laura’s brain. Her body reluctantly climbed off mine and I felt my cum seeping out her.
She grabbed some tissues and pressed them against her lips to stem the flow. Aunt Laura kissed me again and smiled as she picked up her shirt. She put it on and waved to me at the door right before she slipped out. Though my body craved more sleep before I drifted off I thought I heard noises close by. Then came blackness.
The next thing I knew was the feeling of another body getting on the bed next to me. It had to be morning as I could hear the sounds of birds chirping beyond the window. I felt a hand rubbing against my dick and when I opened my eyes I received the shock of my life. Sitting next to me on the bed was my cousin Ashley. When she saw me open my eyes she placed a finger to her lips telling me to be silent.
The End of Part Two
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