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Lake had come in the back. Straight into the kitchen without knocking like it hadn’t been two years. She stopped inside the doorframe, hands behind her, easing the creaky screen door to a close without a slap.

“I’m so pissed off at you I could smash every dish you’ve got.”

“That’s one way to say hello,” Mace replied cautiously.

He was standing at the counter in a pair of jeans and a T shirt – no shoes. She’d picked the hottest night of the year. He’d been pouring bourbon in a glass but stopped when he heard the door.

“Aren’t you going to invite me in?”

“You already are. Want a drink?”

“Yeah. Maybe that’d be good.”

“You’re not gonna pitch the glass, are you?”

“I’m not gonna pitch the glass.”

He nodded as if he believed her. Maybe she would, maybe she wouldn’t, but he got another glass down from the cabinet. He poured into the empty one while she stepped over to the counter and leaned against it. She looked at him sideways. He turned away and got some ice out of the freezer. He dropped a cube into one of the glasses. She picked up the one with the ice and sipped.

Still facing the counter, left hand resting on the edge, he took a light pull off his own and tried to keep his eyes off her.

Tried, anyway.

“You got highlights.”

“Since about a year now.”

“Nice.”

“Thanks.”

There was a spate of silence filled with mutual whiskey sipping. She finger brushed hair behind her ear. In a tight, dark blue T shirt and jeans, she had exactly the same, compact profusion of curves Mace had always known. The shirt turned her heavy breasts into a statement of offhand excess. Taking a sidelong glance at the vicious stretch of her V neck under their weight, he lifted his eyes to her face before she caught him gazing, only to realize she already had.

He watched her mouth, hoping she’d say something soon so he could watch her lips move. It was something he’d done back then, before Juna came along. Her mouth had this way of moving around words as if she were kissing them out into the air. Her tongue would move behind them and he would watch until he was hypnotized. He didn’t know what to say next, but he needed to see that wet, agile muscle in motion again.

Remember it, Mace, remember it, he thought.

“Two years.”

“Not quite.”

“Whatever. Might as well be ten,” he said. “Why now?”

She paused. Took a breath. Lifted her glass to her mouth and took a long, slow pull, leaning her head back as she drained it, exposing her throat, pushing her collarbones out. Mace’s lips remembered the satin brush of that skin like a house remembers a fire.

“Because,” she finally replied, setting the glass on the counter between them, “this is the first time since you married my proper, overachieving sister that she’s let you out of her sight. Not that I should blame her, I suppose, what with me being the black sheep whore of Babylon and so forth.”

Mace couldn’t help smiling. “That’ll be the day.”

“How do you know? You haven’t seen me in two years.”

“Not quite.” He tilted the bottle into her glass again. “More ice?”

She shook her head. “Too much ice and my nipples’ll get hard.”

He topped off his own glass. “Who’d know, with those bulletproof bras you wear?”

“At least you remember my tits.”

“Pretty impossible to forget. But I remember everything, Lake. Everything.”

“Interesting.”

“How’s that?”

“That your memory would be so sharp. Not quite two years, and not so much as an email or text message. You’d think I just dropped off the face of the Earth.”

“You did.”

“Oh, okay. Thanks for clearing that up. I thought it might’ve had something to do with marrying my sister.”

Mace took a long, cautious pull on his drink. Then he topped it off again. Buying time. He let his breath out slowly, still losing the battle against taking those sidelong glances at her face, the sloping profile of her body.

“Why are we having this conversation?” he finally asked.

“Honestly…I don’t know. Not exactly. But what did you think was going to happen? I mean…did you think we were all just going to live happily ever after?”

Mace felt the hair at the base of his skull prickle. He steadied both hands on the counter and took a deep breath.

“So this is how it’s gonna be? Just show up like this and get right down to it?”

“Yeah,” she nodded. She moved to face him, balling her small fists on the flair of her hips. Her breathing was pronounced, forcing her magnanimous breasts into a distracting see-saw sway. There were shadows of injury in her eyes as they narrowed on him. “This is how it’s gonna be.”

“Okay,” he said, measuring his calm, knocking back the rest of his drink and then refilling it. “So you take off and I figure maybe almost happy is as good as it’s ever gonna be. So yeah. Juna was there. Steady. She was the right thing to do. And I figure sooner or later I’d quit pretending it wasn’t about her reminding me of you, and she’d be able to quit pretending not to notice. lara escort So whatever you came here for…”

He turned to face her, too, as if they were squaring off, but he looked at her face and ran out of gas. Ran out of whatever had been making his bones shudder. She became that pair of melting chocolate eyes that had paralyzed him from the start. Heaving breasts and damp lips that had never left his soul in peace. And her laugh…the way she’d throw back her head and expose her throat.

“…whatever,” he finally trailed off, deflated.

“Yeah, well I just stopped by to give you something.” She was practically vibrating, beginning to look like she could spit fire.

“There’s always the post office.”

“This is more of a special delivery item.”

Then she cocked back her arm and punched him square in the chest. After, she looked as shocked as he felt. A look of remorse crossed her face while his surprise turned to disbelief, and then to something he couldn’t name. Anger mixed with heartbreak and the kind of love that walks you all the way to the river.

Mace hastily grabbed the sides of Lake’s V neck and pulled at the material until it started to rip. He pulled it open until she was standing there in the sleeves with her ripe, breath-tossed breasts straining at a pale lavender bra. She was looking back at him with that level of disbelief that almost came off as amused. He was every bit stunned by his actions as she, but everything thickening the air between them started to morph into remembrance. As he watched her eyes narrow and glaze, he knew she had to be thinking of it, too.

“So…it’s like that, is it?” Her voice turned husky and her head tilted as she regarded him.

He’d seen that look before, remembering it as clearly as if it had been yesterday. It was taunt and invitation rolled into one, and it made him angry to see it now. Heartbreak and the hunger for payback swarmed in his chest. The need to taste and smell her skin was just as deep as his desire to make her feel sorry.

Without taking his eyes off hers, he reached to fumble open the egg carton he’d left out on the counter. He extracted an egg and held it just above her breasts while he crushed it in his hand, letting the viscous fluid drip over his fingers and onto her chest. He flung the pieces of shell at the sink and rubbed the raw yolk into her skin, over the upper curves of her breasts. She stood and took his gesture almost stoically, except for the hitch and deepening of her breath.

“You just fucking disappeared,” he said, reaching for another egg. “And you’re just going to do the same thing all over again.”

He rubbed more egg over her chest, until her skin was slick and glistening. Then he slid his hand inside one of her bra cups, squeezing the dense, heavy flesh with egg coated fingers.

“Mace…”

Her nipple was growing hard under his palm. He reached for another egg with the other hand and just squashed it onto her chest underneath her collarbone. The hand under the bra cup slipped out and smeared the fresh egg down onto the other breast, sliding under the other cup of her bra. Bits of shell were sticking to her skin, slightly scratchy under his hand.

“I suppose you think that one time we had together was enough to flip my brain over permanently,” he told her, his face just shy of breaking into a sneer.

“Mace…”

The other nipple was thickening now, too, and he slipped his hands free and pushed the ruined T shirt over her shoulders. Once the sleeves cleared her hands, the shirt fell to the floor around her feet. He pulled the bra straps down, pulling the cups off her breasts. He fondled and kneaded them with both hands, steadily keeping his eyes on hers.

“And you probably think I don’t remember what it was like trying to look at you like this…faces inches apart…trying to keep my eyes on both of yours at the same time…”

“Mace…” She squirmed her hands behind her and flipped open her bra straps. Stained with raw egg, it slipped down her arms and landed on the T shirt.

“…but not being able to because our faces were too close together…and your breath was like this tide of whispers washing across my mouth…”

“…dammit…Mace…”

His fingers sank deeply into the meat of her breasts.

“…or maybe you thought you could just walk in here and slay me with a look…”

He caught her swollen nipples and squeezed. Then again, harder.

“…Mace…no…”

She reached blindly for his crotch, keeping her eyes on his face while her hand cupped over the swelling shape of his cock, her palm dancing. He cracked another egg over her chest and smeared her skin, lacquering her nipples, his hands sliding freely until they reached the waist of her jeans.

Her hand urged his cock to keep growing. He closed his eyes and remembered the way her touch had felt before, but the memory quickly shattered into fine shards of nothingness.

She was touching him now. There had been no time apart. No crossed gebze escort signals or misunderstanding. Yesterday and today merged. He opened the top of her jeans while she pushed up on his shirt. She lifted as he raised his arms and he tossed it away. He set his hands on her bare torso and looked at her body, exactly as he remembered her, there and alive. He slid his hands over her breasts again, filling his palms with their dense weight. Kneading. Slippery with raw egg.

“Don’t put words in my mouth,” she said, leaning forward to rub her yolk wet mounds against his body.

“Even if they’re true?” He pulled his hands away to feel the full press of her breasts against his body.

She was there. Right there. Where he never imagined her being again. He wanted to throw his arms around her and weep into her hair, but her hands were fumbling at the top of pants. The breath in her throat tasted like the minutes before it rains.

He brought his hands to her neck, angling her face upward. Her hand snuck into his open pants and caressed his aching cock through his briefs. Her fingers traced the shape of his hard shaft and then gripped.

A moment of total paralysis came over everything as he stared at her lips – half moist – half parted to let the air in and out that kept lifting her breasts. In the moment, everything was still but her swaying nipples and hand fumbling into his briefs, curling around the girth of his aching cock.

He brought his lips to hers, just a brush of one soft, damp mouth against another.

“Breathe.” Shape of the word on his lips speaking it against hers. “Just. Breathe.”

Her lips opened wider and her breath rushed into his mouth while her grip tightened around his cock. He inhaled her and felt everything collapse. His tongue rode into the cavern of her mouth. She leaned into the kiss and gave him the storm he needed to taste.

She started pushing his pants and briefs downward while he clawed at the front of her jeans to get them open, pushing them down past her hips. They separated into a shuffle of pushing everything off and came back up to face each other naked.

Mace kissed her again, pulling her body against him and filling his hands with the taut spheres of her ass. Suddenly he pulled up from the kiss and raised his hand to spank one side.

“You have no right to be angry with me,” he growled.

She looked indignant, but her eyes glazed over with a smoky cast. “You’re so full of shit.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Oh yeah.”

He gripped a handful of her hair and led her to the table, bending her over and reaching back toward the counter for another egg. Cradling the egg in his palm, he swung and cracked it over her ass, splats of raw yolk splashing out around his hand.

Lake’s breathing went husky and Mace kept smacking eggs onto her ass until they were gone and her cheeks and legs were dripping. He clutched her bare shoulder and ran his hands over her ass and thighs, smearing her skin. When his fingers reached the swollen lips of her pussy she was sodden with egg and the heavy flow of her own nectar. He massaged her slit and ground his cock against her hip, dragging his finger upward along the crease between her cheeks.

He massaged her rim with the pad of his thumb, smearing her slick, and watched her body begin to rock with heaves of breath. The heaves grew deeper when he slid his fingers against her flushed slit at the same time.

“If anyone has call to be angry it’s me,” he told her, applying more pressure with his thumb while the ends of two fingers explored the very mouth of her pussy. “You took all this away from me. All this…raw, nasty elegance. You subtracted you from the equation of my life.”

“You married my fucking sister,” she whimpered, her cheek pressed against the table.

He pushed his fingers deeper, pulling his thumb aside as he leaned down to lick up all that raw egg from her rim. He took his time, treating her ass like something he was entitled to, laying a wet, smacking kiss on her rosebud just before rising back up to his full height.

“Denial is a form of punishment,” he told her. “And I think you came here to punish me, but I won’t have it.” He pushed his fingers deeper and swatted her egg coated ass with his free hand. “Let’s be perfectly clear. The only one getting punished here tonight is the arrogantly beautiful trespasser who just walked into my house like she belongs here. And she’s getting punished with pure, fucking excess. Do you understand?”

Lake whimpered in syllables that sounded vaguely affirmative as Mace slid his straightened fingers in and out of her slick core. He swatted an ass cheek once more with his free hand. Pale scarlet handprints were beginning to appear across the fine, smooth skin of her ass.

“Can’t you speak like a normal human being? Fucking tell me you understand.”

“I understand.”

The syllables sounded spat, like something he’d have to wipe up off the table later on. Keeping a steady glide with his fingers in her pussy, didim escort Mace briefly wondered if he should tell her Juna wasn’t coming back. He wondered if she already knew. Maybe that was why she’d suddenly appeared now, after all this time.

He didn’t want to think about Juna. She’d been a beautiful error in judgment. So, he supposed, had he.

Pulling his soaked fingers from Lake’s pussy, he strode to the other end of the table, letting his hard cock bob within inches of her face. He brought his pussy lacquered fingers to his shaft and smeared his flesh with her dew, mixing her up with his own precum as he lathered his cock with his hand.

He watched her eyes as he stroked himself. “This is what you do to me, Lake. What you’ve always done to me.”

There was a barely perceptible movement in her eyes as she followed the seesaw rock of his hand. He was close enough to her face to feel her breath on the head. He wondered if she felt half the desperation in the core of every cell that he felt. Did it feel like there was a stone in her throat turning to liquid and melting down into her body, dripping over her heart? Was everything she knew or felt of him poised on the moment?

He moved his cock to her parting lips and pushed it just inside. Her lips closed while her eyes angled up toward his face, closing just in the moment he could see what was there. Her tongue rolled and she began to suck. It was as if he could feel her hot, wet mouth everywhere on his body at once.

With a deep, desperate breath, he began to rock his cockshaft in and out of her beautiful mouth while reaching for her ass. His hand slid downward between her cheeks to reclaim the heat flushed lips of her pussy. When he fingered her slash she moaned around his cock, rolling her hips against the table.

He could almost delude himself into believing he was giving it to her. Feeding her. Filling her with long strokes of his shaft just shy of her throat. But the truth was that it was the other way around. He was throbbing for her with a need that was turning his bones to liquid.

Mace began to strain against his body’s urge to explode and pour cum down her throat. He finally pulled away. She opened her eyes and looked at him again.

“Don’t you want to cum in my mouth?” She quickly chewed her bottom lip and arched against the slipping glide of his fingers over her pussy.

“Yes. I do.” He moved away and stood behind her, lifting her legs off the floor, urging her further onto the table to roll onto her back. He held her legs up and open just under the crook of her knees. “But I’m not going to. Just yet.”

He leaned over and ran his tongue slowly up the furrow of her exposed slit, dragging over her lips and pulling the sweet tang of her nectar into his mouth. His tongue slid up and over her clit. His lips and taste buds ignited with the sense memory of her taste and he wanted more. He licked her again as if he could burn the memory of her flavor into the synapses within his tongue.

“Mace,” she moaned weakly. “I’m so…fucking…pissed…at you.”

“Fine.”

He drove his tongue inside her, swiping as far as he could reach into her opening, sliding a finger inside along with his tongue. Soon he was lapping and sucking hungrily at her swollen clit while his finger took her hole with a driving, upward curl. She slapped his shoulder blades with her feet, and he finally pulled his wet finger free of her pussy and pressed the tip against her asshole. Slight pressure. Taunting her. Slightly more pressure.

He rose up again and watched her face while he carefully slid his finger fully into her ass and held it there. Her eyes hooded over. She was looking at his face as if there were some sign of what was coming next. With the other hand, he slid another finger into her pussy, and instead of fucking her with it, he held it inside to feel her inner core.

The way she gnawed at her bottom lip and clutched at her breasts made his cock pulse hard. He didn’t know how much longer he could keep from plunging his shaft deep inside her, but he kept her ass plugged full with his unmoving finger while the other massaged at the honey coated inner surfaces of her body.

“This would’ve been our house,” he told her with the slightest movement of his finger in her ass. Then, gently, he started to massage both her channels at the same time. “Should’ve been.”

“So…pissed…at…”

“We should’ve eaten hundreds of dinners together on this table by now. Talking total bullshit about whatever day it was.” His fingers began a counterpoint motion, slight movement out, slight movement in. “But all you have to feed me here is your pussy and ass.”

“You…fucking…married…”

“But I guess it’ll just have to do. And later, after you do your famous disappearing act, we can both pretend it’s enough.”

She was pulling hard on her thickened nipples. Her spine arched once in tandem with a deep, moaning growl and her body flattened against the table again.

Juna wasn’t coming back, and she was the reason. They’d never spoken about it. All the time Mace spent staring a thousand yards into the ozone had been discussion enough. Lake had stained his heart. They’d tried, Juna and he, but they had come to learn that when you engage futility long enough, you reach a point where you either embrace the emptiness or cut your losses and bolt.

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“Lauren, pick up some groceries today, and my dry cleaning should be ready as well.” My dad breezed past me, briefcase in hand.

“Yeah, okay dad,” I muttered, adding that to my list. “Let me just that to everything else,” I sighed. I’m sure it’s hard to be a parent. Not to mention a single father. But it was also hard to be a nineteen year old cook, maid, and personal shopper on top of going to community college and being a part time retail manager.

I sulked as the front door slammed shut, followed by a painful silence. Dad had been mourning my mom for the past three years. I feel sad for him, but at the same time I still hadn’t had time to grieve the loss of my mother and best friend.

I dragged my tired butt upstairs and into the bathroom for a shower before work. I had already finished my two mile run and was feeling it in my legs. Turning the water to hot, I stripped out of my jogging shorts and sports bra, relieving my hair from its high pony tail. I glanced in the mirror and gave my reflection a little smile. My tummy was flat, but still soft and feminine, arms thin and toned from lifting boxes at work. My legs were pure muscle, toned from my daily runs. A Hello Kitty charm dangled from my belly button, and a little diamond shone on my nose. My bangs and ends were teal blue, the rest a dark brown. My 36 C tits were perky, my skin tanned, and my brown eyes bright. Alas, with all my work, chores and school, my social life was nonexistent and my hard work was going to waste.

I stepped into the warm steamy water, sighing softly in relief. The water massaged my sore muscles as I lathered up my body, shaving my legs and pussy smooth. Not like anyone would appreciate it. I groaned in sexual frustration, but knew I didn’t have time to deal with it. Rinsing off, I stepped into the cold air and shivered. Grabbing a towel I started to dry my hair, wrapping my hair up on the towel as I walked out of the bathroom.

“There you are Lauren, I forgot my-” I jumped a mile high, snatching the towel from my head and trying to cover my naked skin.

“Jesus Dad! You’re supposed to be at work,” I squeaked, embarrassed.

“Y-yeah, I’m sorry. I just forgot my laptop charger…” He trailed off, not sure what to say.

“Umm, it’s in the office behind your desk,” I mumbled, cheeks bright red.

“Thanks Princess,” he smiled warmly, sending shivers through my body, I can’t remember the last time he smiled. He leaned down and kissed my forehead before going to retrieve his charger and head back to work. My head was swimming as I got dressed for work, pulling on some fake leather leggings, black boots and a black tunic shirt ending right below my butt. I dried my hair and applied my makeup, a dark smokey eye with heavy liner and tried to seem eager about the day ahead of me.

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I could barely concentrate as I drove back to the office, my cock harder than it has been in years. And because of my daughter! My flesh and blood. And what flesh it was. Perfect, izmir escort unmarked tan skin, toned and thin. Hairless everywhere, just silky skin. And those ageless tits! Her cute little pink nipples, hard as little pebbles. When did she grow up? I wondered to myself. I suppose during these past few years when I was too busy wallowing in my own sorrow than to pay attention to my own little girl, I thought guiltily. I was going to find a way to make it up to her, one way or another.

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My knuckles were white, I clenched the steering wheel so tightly. My eyes were red, brimmed with tears. Groceries and dry cleaning filled my back seat, and I just wanted to get home so the day was over. My wrists were bruised, mottled purple finger marks beginning to blossom. As I pulled into the driveway I noticed dads car in the driveway.

Weird, he doesn’t normally get home until much later, I thought to myself wearily. I was still embarrassed from this morning. I thought back to the encounter and was surprised to find my nipples harden a bit. I was a little turned on that he hadn’t looked away, just seemed hypnotized by his little girl. Suddenly I was glad for my two mile runs and healthy eating.

My body ached as I pulled myself out of the car. I sighed softly, wiping away my tears as I opened the back seat to retrieve the groceries and food.

“Hey Princess, need a hand?” I smiled slightly. There was that name again. He hadn’t called me that in years.

“Sure dad,” I agreed, handing him some bags. His empty hand went to my wrist, examining the bruises.

“What is this?” He asked softly. When I turned away he asked again, more demanding.

“A customer grabbed me at work,” I admitted quietly, pulling my hand back from him.

“I thought you worked at a little girls jewelry shop?” He asked, grabbing my chin so I had to look up at him.

“I do. But that doesn’t stop single dads or uncles from coming in to shop for someone and make a move,” I muttered, trying to pull away. He frowned and let me go, grabbing all the groceries and his dry cleaning. I watched in surprise, shutting the car door behind him. I knew my dad was in good shape, I bought his clothes after all. I guess I just hadn’t realized how good of shape.

When we got inside, he started putting away the groceries on his own. Enjoying the change, I ran upstairs to get out of my work clothes. Slipping on a pair of black sweatpants and a tight white tee shirt, I pulled my hair into a messy high pony tail and headed downstairs to start cooking.

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I couldn’t believe someone had put their hands on my baby. And from the way she talked about it, that wasn’t the first time. I was steaming mad. At her for taking the abuse, at anyone who had ever touched her, and most of all myself for not noticing her pain earlier. I heard her walk into the kitchen and I looked over my shoulder at her. My eyes nearly fell out of my head. Her shirt was so tight, the material stretching across her breasts. It rode up, exposing her bare midriff. She gave me a little smile, pulling something from the fridge.

“I made a lasagna yesterday, just have to cook it,” kahramanmaraş escort she said, turning on the oven.

I looked at her closely. She looked exhausted. Beautiful and exhausted. I had put so much pressure on her, I don’t think she ever went out for fun, or dates.

“Lauren, Princess, I don’t want you going back to work anymore,” I said slowly, trying to gage her reaction.

She looked at me, confused. “Daddy, you said I always had to have a job after I turned 18.”

She was right, I had said that. “Well not anymore. Just focus on school, okay baby?” I crossed the kitchen in a few strides and pulled my daughter to my chest, kissing the top of her head. It felt so good just to hold her tight young body against me. Too good, in fact, I could feel my cock twitch and grow between us.

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I squeaked in surprise as my dad pulled me to him. All of this affection in one day was going to my head. I nuzzled into his chest, happy to let my handsome dad hold me. Suddenly I felt something big and hard pressing against my stomach, and couldn’t suppress a little moan, as I realized my dad had an erection. So bad of me, but I pressed myself closer to him. I was starved for some sort of attention, and my normally cold, distant daddy was giving me it. I felt his arms tighten around me, pressing his hardened cock more firmly against me.

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My daughter was moaning against me, because of me. I was going to lose it very quickly. I looked down at my little girl and saw her tits squashed against my chest, her firm little stomach pressing into my cock. She looked up at me with her sweet brown eyes and I was gone. Lifting her into my arms, I kissed my daughter. Soft and curious, sucking on her bottom lip. Now I couldn’t help but moan, her young lips the sweetest I’ve ever kissed. She kissed me back eagerly, her arms wrapped around my neck and legs thrown around my waist. My hands supported her ass, kneading and squeezing the sexy little thing. Every moan of hers made my cock pulse, and I knew I needed to sink it deep inside my little girl. I carried her into my bedroom and set her gently on the bed. I watched as she peeled her shirt off, revealing those two glorious young tits to her fathers eyes. Laying back on the bed she hooked her thumbs into her sweat pants and slid them and her panties down, giving me a close up of her perfect teenage cunt. I felt like a clumsy teenager, tugging off my suit shirt and trousers, my thick eight inch cock making a tent in my boxers as I slid them off. Leaning over my daughter I kissed her deeply, rubbing her tongue against mine. I looked deep into her eyes, seeing nothing but love and innocence. I smiled softly, kissing the corner of her lips to her delicate neck, relishing in the soft kitten moans coming from my daughter. I kissed and suckled on her neck, leaving little hickeys on her tan skin down to her pert full tits. Listening to her squeal with delight as music to my ears, her hands running through my hair, pressing my mouth against her nipple while I sucked and nibbled.

“Daddyyy,” she moaned breathily, whimpering as I nibbled down her tight stomach, pressing a kiss right manavgat escort below her naval.

“Yes my Princess?” I teased, dragging my tongue across her sweet slit. She cried out, her hips bucking against my mouth. I looked up at her, watching her struggle to form words while my tongue attacked her sweet teenage pussy.

“Daddy I’m still a virgin…” She mumbled, embarrassed. I nearly bit off my tongue in surprise. My baby, my sexy little girl was still a virgin. I moved back up her body and gathered her in my arms, covering her in kisses. She reached between us and grasped my cock in her little hand. I moaned against her lips, my hips thrusting against her grasp.

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I gasped, feeling how thick my dads cock was, how on earth was this going to fit? I purred with delight hearing my daddy moan. My fist pumped up and down, intrigued by his cock. I’d seen some online but never in person. He noticed my curious expression, I could feel him watching me as I leaned down and licked the head. Deciding I liked it, I suckled on the head, my hand still jacking him off as my tongue swirled around his hardon. I could feel his cock twitching and pulsing in between my lips, making me moan around him. He pulled my mouth off of him with a groan, quickly flipping me over onto my back.

“If you keep that up your old man won’t last too long,” he smiled, biting my bottom lip gently. He spread my legs with his own, taking his cock in hand. He rubbed the head against my slit, making my wetness drip with anticipation.

“I love you Princess,” he murmured in my ear, making my heart leap.

“I love you Daddy,” I whispered, shutting my eyes, feeling him begin to slowly push his cock into my impossibly tight cunt.

“Daddy…” I whimpered, squirming beneath him.

“Shh…Shh Princess,” he soothed, kissing my neck as he kept filling me with his cock. “Deep breath baby,” he murmured. I took a deep breath and let it out with a cry as my daddy took my cherry, his cock ripping me in half. He kissed away my tears, smoothing my hair away from my face. I felt impossibly full as the pain started to fade, replaced by an insatiable urge to be fucked. He could sense my need and his kisses turned to moan inducing bites in my neck, his hands lacing with mine as he started to thrust deep into my pussy, slow and steady. My legs wrapped around his waist, my body on auto pilot as my need took over.

“Fuck Daddy, fuck yes,” I moaned, my back arching against him as he started fucking my soaked pussy harder. Each thrust made me cry out in ecstasy as he manipulated my body in ways like never before. I could feel my pussy tighten around his thick hard cock, and he must have felt it too the way he growled, pulling my legs over my head and resting them on his shoulders, burying his cock deep in my cunt.

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I couldn’t get enough of my daughters sweet cunt wrapped around my cock. I was fucking her harder than I’ve ever fucked before. I could feel my baby cumming hard over my cock, watched her face screw up in pleasure and almost desperation as I stuffed her with my cock.

“Moan for Daddy, Princess, make Daddy cum in that sweet pussy,” I groaned, listening to her cries of pleasure as she came again, drenching my cock. I couldn’t hold off any long and thrust into her once more, emptying over a year of cum into my sexy exhausted daughter. I collapsed beside her, pulling her tightly to me.

“I love you Princess,” I smiled, kissing her jaw. I watched her eyes close sleepily, her cute little tongue licking her lips.

“I love you Daddy.”

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We’d been driving for a couple hours and Jamie still hadn’t said anything to me yet. Was she afraid of me? Was she upset with me? I couldn’t tell. Candy had thanked me for doing what I’d done to that jackass, and there’s no way I would ever let anyone harm Jamie. Besides, it was mostly self-defense. But, maybe I’d wanted him to attack so I could beat him up without being in the wrong.

“Jamie?” I said, testing to see if she was avoiding talking to me.

She looked over at me but didn’t say anything.

“Are you okay?”

She shrugged.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“Not really.”

“Are you mad at me?” I asked, staring out the windshield. The headlights did a poor job lighting up the road, but I didn’t care about that nearly as much as I did about things being okay between me and Jamie.

“No,” she admitted.

“Then what is it?” I probed further, speaking as gently as I could.

“That side of you scares me,” she confessed.

Finally!

“What side of me?” I asked, glancing over at her before looking back at the road again.

“Your violent side.”

“Violent side? Jamie, we’ve been friends for how long now? And have I ever been violent? Have I ever gone out looking for a fight?”

“No, but we did lose contact for a few years. Who knows what changed in you, or what kind of damage your ex-wife did to you?”

“Jamie, you don’t think I would ever hurt you, do you?” I asked, reaching my hand across the bench seat.

“I don’t know. You just scared me the way you beat him up.”

“I didn’t mean to. But, you know I would never let anyone talk to you like that. But, he did attack me, and I only hit him once,” I said with a chuckle.

Jamie did laugh a little. “And he hit the floor like a sack of potatoes.”

“And did I continue to beat him up?”

“No,” she said in a mock whiny voice. She knew she had nothing to be scared of with me. I’d never hit a girl in my life, and I still haven’t.

“Then, are we okay?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said and then unbuckled her seat belt and slid next to me on the bench seat. “Maybe you should pull over somewhere so I can show you how okay we are,” she said and started kissing my neck and nibbling on my earlobe.

I saw the sign saying we were entering Kingman, Arizona. “It’s getting late, maybe we should stop for the night.”

“Where are we?” she asked, still kissing my neck.

“Kingman,” I told her.

“I didn’t reserve a room here, though.”

“This one’s on me,” I said and took the exit. It wasn’t long before I found a Motel 6. I figured neither of us would care as long as it had a bed. I checked us in, got our key card and drove around the building to where our room would be. Luckily, the motel seemed pretty empty since there was a ton of parking for the big U-Haul truck.

We didn’t waste any time getting out of the truck. As soon as it was parked, Jamie was jumping out of the cab with an excited and playful grin on her face. I did make sure the doors were locked, though. Then I chased her to our room. Thankfully we were on the first floor this time. She reached the door first, but I had the key card. Jamie stood against the door, panting from her little sprint. When I reached her I pressed myself against her, planting my mouth on hers and she curled a leg around mine, pressing her pelvis against my upper thigh.

Still kissing her, I pulled the key card out of my pocket and then slid it into the slot; very foreshadowing of the events that were about to occur. When we heard the click of the door unlocking, Jamie pushed the handle down and together we shoved the door open. She slipped from my grasp and hopped to the bed as I turned the light on. She climbed onto the bed, showing off that perfect ass covered by tiny shorts. She wiggled that round ass at me, enticing me to take her, and who was I to deny her? I stripped out of my clothes and finished the distance to her waiting for me on the bed. She surprised me by turning towards me and taking my hardening dick into her mouth. I grabbed onto the back of her head and slowly fucked her mouth. When she gagged, I pulled out and pulled her up to me and kissed her again.

As I kissed her, I pulled the top of her shirt and peeled it off of her, discarding it to the floor. I pulled her tightly into me, crushing those beautiful tits into my chest. I slid my hands down her back to her ass, grabbed the tiny amount of denim covering those milky cheeks and squeezed. Without breaking our kiss, she unbuttoned her shorts and then I slid them over her perfect ass along with her bright green thong. We broke our kiss to get the shorts off the rest of the way and then we began to lay on the escort soğanlık bed, resuming our kiss. Our bodies seemed to work in autopilot now. Her legs wrapped around my waist as my cock found its way home into her pussy. We were connected once again in the simple, but wonderful missionary position.

We’d started off being playful, but as soon as we were connected again like that, our mood changed and we took it slow. We had all night to play, so why rush things? With slow and subtle movements, we made love, drinking in every movement, every moment. I broke our kiss again so I could look in to her big brown eyes. Her look returned the love I felt in that exact moment. She smiled at me and I could see any fear or doubt about us she may have had vanish, as if it’d never been there. I kissed and licked her neck and she let out a sigh. I slowly fucked her pussy and she met and countered each movement, enhancing the experience for both of us.

When I looked at her again, she had that playful look again and I knew things were about to pick up. She pushed me up off of her petite frame and I started to roll onto my back. Her legs locked around my waist as she rolled with me. Once she was on top she sat up into the cowgirl position; my secret favorite position. I loved seeing her gorgeous tits bounce as she rode my cock. I knew it pleasured her love tunnel in a different way as well.

I watched in admiration as she rose and fell on my shaft, her breasts jumping for joy, her perfect, smooth skin slapping against mine. Every so often she would stop and gyrate her hips like the sexy dancer she is and I would reach up and fondle and squeeze her beautiful fun bags. I pulled her into a hug, pressing her tits into my chest again and then I bent my legs, forcing her to raise her hips up a little and then I fucked her from below. We switched between the two variations for a few minutes, and then without even saying anything, we both started moving into a new one. She got on all fours in front of me and I took her from behind, holding on tightly to her shapely hips and driving my cock deep into her folds.

She began to whimper and moan in pleasure and I did as well. Our grunts and moans grew louder as the slapping of our skin did the same. The intensity of our fucking took over our minds, and soon we were consumed in passionate, animalistic sex. She screamed at me to fuck her harder and I followed every command. I began spanking her again and that just drove her even farther. Due to the growing speed of the fucking, I felt that familiar sensation rising in my cock as I felt my orgasm building. Her screams told me that the same was happening for her.

Then, without warning, cum shot out of my cock, deep into her pussy and I grunted with each spurt. Jamie let out one last, unintelligible scream and we collapsed together in a heap; me lying on her back.

“You’re crushing me,” she said once her breathing calmed a bit.

“Sorry, babe,” I said and rolled off of her onto my side. She rolled into me, and I spooned her from behind. My dick began to soften as we laid their together in post-orgasmic bliss.

“How does it always seem to just get better with you?” she asked.

“I was wondering the same thing,” I chuckled. “It must be our love. There’s so much more freedom to get as crazy as much or as little as we want.”

“Well, one of these days we need to be a little less crazy and a little more loving,” she laughed and I joined her.

“Maybe when we get married,” I blurted out and then froze. Had I said too much.

She repositioned herself to face me. Her expression was hard to read. She smiled but looked confused.

“I’m sorry, I’m getting ahead of myself,” I said.

“Shut up,” she said. It was my turn to be confused.

“Okay.”

“Do you mean that? You want to marry me?”

I didn’t respond. Not because I didn’t know how to, but because I wanted to mess with her for telling me to shut up.

She rolled her eyes, knowing exactly what I was doing. “You can speak now,” she said, slapping my arm.

“Of course I want to marry you. I’ve wanted to be with you for, what, fourteen years. Why wouldn’t I want to marry you? I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone in my life.”

“Is that what you told your last wife?”

There it was; the reason marrying me must make her a little nervous.

“Look, Jamie, I don’t deny I made a mistake. With her, I thought I could save her from the lies in her own head telling her that she was unlovable. I wanted to prove to her that someone could love her. But, when she turned out to be a cheating bitch, I couldn’t stick with that. escort esenyalı You are an amazing woman that any man would be lucky to spend the rest of his life with. If I had a ring right now, I’d propose to you right this moment, drive us back home and start planning the wedding.”

By the time I finished my last sentence, she was beaming at me. It was almost as if I’d actually proposed to her.

“What?” I asked suspiciously.

“Yes,” she said and I scrunched my forehead up.

“Wait, what? That wasn’t my proposal! No!”

She laughed. “It was perfect. I’ll marry you.”

“Jamie, wait, this wasn’t how I wanted to propose to you, really. I wanted to take you on a nice romantic date and spoil the shit out of you before I proposed.”

“Well, this will be the secret proposal. You can still take me out on that fancy date when you get the actual ring. I don’t need it. Consider this proposal like putting a ring on my heart,” she said. It sounded corny and a little crazy, but nothing about that week had been exactly normal.

“Are you serious? You want us to start planning a wedding now?”

“Well, not tonight, but when we get home, why not?” she said.

I couldn’t help but smile. I knew that our relationship from here on out would be anything but traditional. Of course, we’d been friends for so many years and I’d been waiting for so long just to tell her how much I loved her, and then, without warning, we’re engaged? My mind was spinning with thoughts of what the rest of our lives would look like. One thing was for sure; being with Jamie would always be an adventure.

“Okay, but we can’t tell our family about it. I still want to do the right thing and ask your father’s permission.”

“He gave you his blessing to pursue me, why wouldn’t he bless this, too?”

“Because it’s crazy and super quick,” I said and laughed.

Jamie laughed too. “True, but that doesn’t mean it’s not right? Think about it, Jason. Who else would they want to marry me? They love you like a son, they always have. Even in that time you were gone and we weren’t in contact so much. They paid attention to what you were doing with your life.”

That made me feel funny. “Really? That’s kinda weird.”

“Well, they didn’t stalk you. They just would always talk to me about what you were doing, complain that you were dating that bitchy ex-wife of yours. They kept telling me that I was way better for you. But, at the time, I just didn’t see us together. We both lived in different states and were making our own lives. You got married…”

“They didn’t like her?”

“Did anybody?”

“Good point,” I said.

“Jason, they will be excited about this.”

“Are you sure?”

“I can call my mom right now and find out.”

“No! Let’s just keep this between us for now. I kinda like the idea of us being the only ones who know.”

Suddenly both of our phones rang at the same time and we looked at each other, wondering what the heck was going on. I even glanced around the room for hidden microphones or cameras.

We got up and fished our phones out of my jeans. I’d grabbed hers from the truck. Ironically, it was our mothers calling us.

“Hello?” we both said into our own phones.

Jamie walked in one direction, obviously still naked, and I watched that beautiful ass jiggle and sway as she walked.

My mom was laughing and I could hear Cynthia in the background talking to Jamie excitedly too.

“Sorry, Cynthia and I went out for a couple drinks and suddenly had this urge to race each other calling you two,” Mom said. I could hear that she was a little tipsy.

“That’s funny,” I said.

“What happened?” she asked, suddenly sounding a little more sober. Both she and Cynthia were dead silent and Jamie was turning towards me with a deer-in-the-headlights-look.

She covered the microphone part of her phone and said, “She just asked what happened, practically in unison with your mom.”

“Should we tell them?” I asked covering my phone as well.

“So much for keeping this a secret for long,” she giggled.

I shrugged. “What the fuck?”

She shrugged too and we both turned away and told our moms the news. There was a slight pause and then they both started chattering nonstop. I couldn’t even understand what my mom was saying, but she sounded happy. The smug look on Jamie’s face told me Cynthia was happy too. We both told them not to say anything to Ted because I still wanted to ask for his permission first.

“Uhhhhh,” they both said and my stomach froze. The look on Jamie’s face told me she was feeling the same thing. “He’s escort güzelyalı here with us, so he already knows.”

“Shit,” I said.

“Jason!”

“Sorry, mom, I just didn’t want it to get out this way. What’s his reaction?” I asked.

“Well, he’s smiling. So, either he’s happy or he’s plotting how to kill you.”

I could hear him laugh in the background.

“He’s happy, too, honey,” Mom said.

“Good,” I said with a sigh of relief.

“So, when will you two be home?” Mom asked.

“Sometime tomorrow. We were tired, so we made an unplanned stop in Kingman.”

“So, is this new development going to change living arrangements now?” she asked.

I hadn’t considered that. “I’ll have to talk to her about that.”

“Okay, just let me know!”

I promised I would and then we hung up. Jamie hung up shortly after and then turned back towards me.

“So,” I started. “Now that we’re technically engaged, should we rethink the whole living together thing?”

We both reached the bed at the same time and started walking towards each other on our knees. My cock was beginning to stiffen again already.

“Do you want me to live with you?” she asked.

“Do you want to live with me?” I asked in response.

“I asked first.”

“I was asking.”

Jamie smiled and then closed what little gap there was between us, bringing her mouth right up to mine, but stopped close of kissing me. My dick shot up immediately.

“What does this tell ya?” she said and then finally kissed me. She also reached down and began stroking my cock. I moaned into her mouth as our tongues wrestled and she jerked me off. I reached for her pussy and began fingering her. Slowly at first, but I began to pick up the pace. With my other hand, I squeezed a handful of her ample breast. “Oh fuck,” she said and then straddled me. Directing the tip of my cock into her pussy, she began to ride me almost violently. “Fuck yes!” she screamed.

I sat up and pulled her into me, mashing her tits against my chest as I kissed and licked her neck. Her arms wrapped around me, one around my head and the other around my back. I turned towards the edge of the bed and scooted to the edge until my feet hit the floor. I pulled my mouth off of her neck and then stood up, my cock still buried deep in her pussy. I grabbed onto her ass and her legs wrapped around my waste. She pushed herself up and down my cock, riding me hard.

“Fuck me, Jason. Fuck me good,” she whimpered into my ear.

And fuck her I did. We didn’t stay in that standing position long before I pinned her against the wall, her legs still wrapped against me. I thrust myself deep into her as hard as I could. She winced but begged for more. If this was what living together was going to be like, we were going to be a very loud but happy couple.

“Back to the bed,” she said.

I set her down and she ran for the bed, but stayed on all fours.

“How wet is that cock?” she asked.

I looked down. “It could be wetter.”

“Bring it here, baby,” she said and I walked up to her. She turned and took my dick into her mouth, lubing me up nicely. When she was satisfied she turned her ass towards me. “Be slow at first, but stick that thing in my ass.”

My mouth dropped. Was she serious?

“I’m serious, lover. Fuck my ass good.”

I climbed onto the bed and she repositioned herself so I could get my dick into her ass. I got some more of her pussy juices on the tip and used my cock to lube up her ass hole. Then slowly, I began to push the tip into her ass. Her pussy was tight, but this was ridiculous! I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to slide in and out!

“Easy, Jason, easy.”

“I am,” I whispered back.

A minute later, the tip was finally in her hot ass. By hot, I mean temperature. It was much warmer than being in her pussy. This was another fantasy of mine I never thought I’d ever get fulfilled. We worked together, slowly getting me deeper inside of her. Soon, the walls of her ass allowed me to move in and out. I won’t lie, it wasn’t as good as I thought it would be, but it still felt great. But, I think that was more because of who I was fucking, now how I was fucking her.

It didn’t take long for my orgasm to start building due to the extra pressure her ass put on my dick, but she seemed closer to the edge as well. We’d been in this position a good couple of minutes at this point and had built up a good rhythm.

“I’m close,” she said.

“Me too,” I said.

“Cum in my ass, baby,” she encouraged.

Who was I deny the love of my life? We picked up our pace like we did when we were reaching our end. Soon that familiar sensation of climax gripped me and I was exploding my hot, sticky seed inside of her ass. I grunted as I ejaculated into her perfect ass and she screamed as her orgasm crashed and her juices dripped down her legs. We collapsed together in a heap. I slowly pulled out of her ass and held her close in a spooning position. Before we knew it, sleep overtook us.

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/** wrote this three years ago, as a present to a man with this fantasy. **/

Rubbing his eyes to get rid of the tiredness, he zoomed in onto the display looking over the last lines of code he wrote. Satisfied by the cleanliness of it, he closed the file and opened up the last one of the day. It might not have been the most challenging project, but it was HIS project and he was damn proud of it. Still, he couldn’t wait for his wife to make good on her promise of picking him up from work.

As most of his staff was home nursing the flu, he had been busier than usual this week and ended up staying in the office late. These last nights she brought him dinner, waved him off with a kiss, and waited curled up on the couch at home. He loved his wife’s kind spirit, always there when he needed her. In more ways than one. Of course, he wasn’t any different, kissing the ground she walked on. Just then, his phone rang, signaling a message from his sweetheart.

“Sorry, dear… I won’t be able to get this done alone, but I will be waiting at home for you. <3"

He groaned, more out of the frustration of losing his cheer-up method than disappointment. He understood his wife…though today was just a bad day in the motivation aspect. He didn’t want to wait, but there was not anything he could do than “keep coding and hang on”. So, that’s what he did.

———– Meanwhile at home ———–

Giggling filled the living room in which the two ladies sat, an opened bottle of wine between them.

“Thanks for inviting me, I haven’t seen you in a while.” Layla gushed, touching Ellie lightly on her knee.

“No problem, it was time to see each other again, felt as if I didn’t know how you looked anymore,” she replied, whilst lazily roaming her eyes over Layla’s body.

“Would have been a shame,” she added, biting her lip.

Blushing slightly, Layla took a sip of her wine again.

“Yes, it would have been. Good thing we avoided that disaster. You look very good by the way. Jay is good for you.” she complimented the petite woman, who smiled tentatively, agreeing with her friend.

“Yes. He is indeed amazing. Treating me all too well. Veeeery well and hard.” Ellie smirked at her own analogy, her man was indeed a fine hottie, especially in the bedroom.

Grinning back, Layla smirked, having experienced herself what her friend was talking about. After all, the couple had eccentric taste, that’s how they all started to get to know each other. She smiled fondly at the memory, tingling spreading through her body. Her mind conjured up some dirty images from things she still wanted to try, making her thoughts space out until Ellie interrupted them by asking “Layla? Are you still there?”

Shaking her head sheepishly she murmured, “Yeah sorry. Just thinking.”

The other woman cocked her eyebrow, “Oh? Do share.”

Biting her lip, Layla sat a bit closer, put the wineglass down before tucking a lock of hair behind Ellie’s ear. She loved to watch her face, those pretty green-blue eyes, delicate nose and such soft pouty lips, a tiny doll with a wild streak. Leaning closer, breasts touching, her breath on her cheek, she bit into her earlobe before whispering, “Say… you mentioned your husband was still at work?”

Drowsily Ellie replied with Mhm. Layla hid her grin in the woman’s hair.

“Then I have an idea… I promise you will like it. Are you in?”

A short nod of confirmation was all she got. It was enough for her to fill the pixie in on her plan.

After some short explaining, Layla leaned back on her heels again, sat up, and in good military fashion yelled “Let’s get ready and lick some ass!!” it surely wasn’t done that way in the military, but it would have made things a bit hotter for sure.

Twenty minutes later both of them were ready to go, both sexily dressed in business attire. Even despite the fact they had picked the outfits out together, none of them were unaffected by the beauty of the other. Layla’s jaw dropped slightly, her nipples hardened when she saw that Ellie had paired her blue short skirt with black platform heels showcasing her sexy legs, whereas her white blouse played peekaboo with her dark lingerie. Her short hair was ruffled and had that recently fucked look Layla wanted to dig her fingers in so bad. Even Ellie’s eyes flared when she took Layla in from top to bottom, she had gone with the black suit, shorter skirt, and red lingerie under her white blouse. Showing her heavy curves perfectly. All paired with tied heels and red sole, her hair pinned to the side and red dark lipstick accentuating her full lips.

No idea who moved first, but soon they had grabbed each other figure and pressed their lips together, Layla digging into Ellie’s hair holding her to her.

“Dayum. You look good enough to eat.” she roughly mentioned.

“Good. That was our purpose wasn’t it?”

“Mhm. It so was.”

“Then let’s surprise my husband.”

Plan in mind, outfits ready, horniness in check, and both of them were ready to get the good stuff going. Each of them threw on their coats, fethiye escort covered up their attire, and rushed out to the metro to deliver a special kind of package.

——— At the office ——-

“Jeez,… what the heck did they code here?” Jay exclaimed, the day already way too long to find out about the stuff his colleagues didn’t do correctly. He could really use a good massage,.. his neck was stiff from staring at the display, he was hungry and his dick hadn’t seen much action either lately, due to the long hours he worked. The secretary of the office as well as everyone else had already gone home, the place now quiet and deserted. You would have heard a pin drop. Stretching out his legs, he raised his hands above his head, thinking whether he should call it a night.

Suddenly, he heard the whir of the elevator coming to a stop, sitting up he wondered who would come here at night, maybe it was a coworker who had forgotten his keys or something. It was likely, right? He tried not to pay the noise any mind, but that turned out to be impossible when he heard the click-clack of heels and familiar giggles reaching his ears. He was overtired, he must be hearing things, right? This could not be, she said she would not have time, how did she make it?

Their footsteps stopped in front of his open door, glass windows to the corridor, but hidden by deep blue curtains. However, when they came into view his heart stopped… she was not alone, rather in companionship with one of their friends and holy heck, his dick twitched in his pants, what they were wearing!! Was he dreaming or were they seriously acting out his fantasy at the moment?

Both of them wore curve accentuating business suits, an attire of short skirt, blazer and blouse with heels. Ellie in blue, Layla in black – the dramatic makeup added to the sexiness. The only thing he wanted to do was kiss both of them and drag them back home. He still could not believe that they were here, both women just grinned at him devilishly. They walked towards him while shaking their hips, letting their hands roam over their breasts, down to their center.

“Hey, honey. Surprise.” Ellie told him, her hands on his shoulders, giving him a short kiss. “Are you surprised?”

His body immediately reacted to her, he was short on air and still thought he was dreaming. They looked hot enough to fuck… Please let them be here for that, he wished.

A lump in his throat hindered him from answering correctly, he somehow managed to nod.

“Good, that was our goal”, Layla seductively mentioned.

“Let’s get you seated, shall we?” With lazy moves, they dragged him to his office chair, giving him a push so he would sit down. His ass hit the chair with a thump, his legs stretched out in front of him, they took his hands into one of theirs and brought it up to their breasts. Forcing him to grab their perky breasts and erect nipples. What a torturous activity. He swallowed heavily, when both of them pushed their breasts into his palms, commanding them with their gaze to continue. He was happy to oblige, the women started to moan softly, he bet they were probably wet for him already too. He wanted to spread them on the desks and fuck them…

Still, something in their eyes held him back – he was not the type who liked to lose control when it came to sex, however, something told him he was not about to lose control, he was allowed to have it by watching these two interact with each other. He continued to tease their nipples, expertly opening up their blazers, tweaking their pointy nips with skilled fingers, watching their faces the entire time. How their eyes glazed over, and how they seemed incapable of standing still, then out of all of the options to chose, Ellie grabbed Layla’s neck and drew her down to a kiss.

His dick immediately sprang to action, he wanted to shove them at each other, watching them pleasure each other, because watching them made him so hot and horny, … He sat back, viewing the porn going on in front of him, how Layla teased Ellie by nibbling her lips, how she started to grab her boob, and Ellie ravished her back by dragging her piercing down Layla’s tongue. Layla curled her hand in Ellie’s locks, opening up her throat to her hungry teeth, and started to kiss the soft spot between jaw and neck, back down to shoulder and neck… occasionally biting her to soften her need.

Jay got anxious, he pulled them both apart, gasping for air, before pulling their lips to his and kissing each of them with a hunger he felt in his belly. Grasping Layla’s jaw he held her there, tight pressure while licking her lips with his tongue and making her watch when he attacked Ellie’s mouth with his. Layla growled in her throat, tried to stick her tongue out, and lick his finger, just as she would do to his dick, but he would not let her. Instead, she laid a hand over his crotch, feeling his erect cock.

“Na,na,na, honey.” Ellie whispered, “It’s our turn now if you remember. We will tell you where to put your hands.”

Jay grumbled, gebze escort but accepted the conditions,… so when he released Layla, they held him at gunpoint, taking care of his jacket, which soon was on the floor, … then they loosened his tie, Ellie took that one, started to dance, while putting it around her neck. She pulled it tighter than it normally should be, making his nostrils flare on instinct: she was his. Meanwhile, Layla leaned down, her cleavage almost in his face, pressing her tits together on purpose, while she opened up his dress shirt button by button, her fingers teasing his skin until she got rid of that too.

He was watching them carefully, now if only he could unpack their bodies so he’d have something to lick and nibble at too,… he’d die a happy man. His dick was already straining against his pants, it was still unreal, that soon turned to pure reality, when one of the girls wandered behind him, one stayed in front and they rubbed themselves against him. He was the middle of a babe sandwich, Layla smashing her breasts against his back, drawing her hands down the front, scorching his skin with her delicate touch, while Ellie was showing him her ass, dry humping his dick.

“Jeez.. Girls.” he groaned, his arousal confined in his normally loose pants now.

“Lead my hips, grab them,” she told him over her shoulder. He was happy to finally have something to do with his hands and even better that he could guide her to his and her arousal. Digging his fingers in he moved her how he liked it, making sure to squeeze her here and there, before planting her on his lap, hand on her chin, bowing her back while massaging her breast with the other.

Layla took that opportunity to kiss Ellie in that position, one hand diving down to Ellie’s pussy, teasing the top of her skirt, before wedging a finger under.

Ellie was spread out helplessly over Jay’s body, being cherished by both of them.

“Touch her”, Jay ordered Layla. Spreading the woman’s legs, she moved her body forward to have better access for touching Ellie’s sweet spot. Drawing circles on her clit, she felt the heat emanating from said core, being wet and slippery enough. Feeling it, even more, when she moved her fingers over her friend’s panties, hot juice dampening her fingers.

She had to have more, she wanted to feel the heat on her fingers, feel the moans when she’d enter her, and have his encouragement in doing so. Pulling the thin scrap of clothing aside, she teased the opening with a finger… then two,… circling up again, before finally pushing two of her fingers in. Ellie back bowed, but she didn’t get far as Jay was holding her tight, she moaned in pleasure, rocking her hips.

Layla slid her fingers in and out again, all while kissing her or him occasionally, she was moving her hips fast already, making him growl, “Be still.” she quieted her movements, Layla didn’t.

She hooked her fingers into Ellie’s pussy, feeling the heat and her walls clenching, before pulling her wet fingers out, bringing them to his lips and letting him lick her juice of her fingers.

The women were insane,.. how they openly spread before him, he wanted to lick Layla’s fingers clean, he wanted it so deeply, he did it without thinking.

He had to release Ellie’s breast and wandered down to her core, spreading her pussylips apart, teasing, playing with her juices before digging his forefinger in almost groaning at the hot feeling and intimate contact. Turning her neck, he licked the delicate path up her earlobes before biting into the sweet flesh. All while continuing to fuck her with his fingers and Layla playing with her nipples. Under their combined hands, she was putty, his chopped breaths, her accelerated breathing, and Ellie’s tampered moans combined into a sexy tune of passion and lust. The woman on his lap moved her hips, trying to get off, but each time she was on the edge, Jay would move his fingers out before inserting them again, slower than before.

Behind him Layla was growing impatient, taking matters into her own hands, she walked in front, kneeled on the floor, and edged her friends skirt up.

“Yes!” the man hissed, his voice deep with arousal, his dick leaking already. “Lick her pussy. Show me how you get her off.”

Smirking, she spread her knees, seeing the dampened material of the sexy lingerie in front of her, licking her lips. Not having enough time to undress the brown-haired beauty properly, she drew her finger over the clothed pussy before drawing it aside in one move, revealing its glistening core. Jay released Ellie’s head enough so she was able to watch, her hand meanwhile stroking the man’s dick.

Looking up, Layla focused her gaze on both of them, loving how well paired they were, how they just fit as a couple and were so tender to her, yet extraordinary creative and sweet all at once. She could smell her friend scent in the air, now she wanted to taste it… her tongue sneaked out over the clit, teasing, tickling, before giving her a lazy stroke bottom to top. Ellie’s konyaaltı escort gaze intensified in heat, Jay’s almost sparkling with desire.

Again, her tongue drove in. Deeper this time, invading her pussy, while her nose touched her clitoris – “Feels.. good.” she moaned,

“Looks sexy as hell”, he added, before gripping strands of her hair in his hand, pressing her tongue deeper into his wife’s core. Layla took it with pleasure, she licked and sucked, tasting her with her tongue, wanting more of her cum in her mouth. So she added a finger into the wet heat, curling it up to touch her sweet spot. Trying to make her explode. The touch did not disappoint, Ellie’s moans turned louder, deeper, her body began to shudder.

Layla had to press her thighs apart to have enough space to lick her juices. She shuddered one last time and came, her walls clenching around the fingers, the pain from him tweaking her nipple and the stiffness of his cock on her ass was too much for her sensitive flesh.

“So pretty,” both of them whispered to Ellie. Loving the expression on her face when she came. Sated, slightly flushed and heart racing, she rested her head on Jay’s shoulder, while Layla got up, licked her lips, and bent down to kiss him, tongues clashing, teeth biting, he tasted his wife’s cum on her lips. Aggressively, he gripped her throat, pushing her away, before holding her there and kissing her back again.

He remembered how Layla would go off on any simple touch, gosh, what a mind field. His cock was painfully erect now, he needed some release, badly,…this was so much better than spending his night coding.

Lifting Ellie from his lap, he kissed her sensually, stroking her cheek, before helping her stand again. His eager gaze devoured them repeatedly, trying to think what else was on their agenda. Taking matters into their own hands again, they shrugged out of their blazers slowly… each revealing a white blouse, underneath each of them their pattern of the lingerie was visible. He loved their curves, something to hold on to while he fucked them from the front, the behind, or just watched while they got each other off. Finished, they went to him, starting to work on his pants, brushing their hands not so subtly over his erection quite often, before finally drawing down his zipper and urging him to lift his butt to pull his pants off. He was now only in underwear, his dick poking out of his boxers, leaking onto his stomach. Both of the ladies looked at his penis as if they wanted to devour it, almost as if they would challenge each other who’d get there first…

In the end, Ellie opened up her blouse, revealing her bra, breasts spilling over, and sat between his legs. Jay had to admit that the open-blouse-lace-bra did him in, be it a fetish, but his dick stood at attention for it. Even more when Ellie, still flushed, did his favorite thing and laid his dick on her breasts, before moving him between her tits… moistening them up with his precum. He loved how that felt around his dick, she fondled his balls with one hand, teasing him, watching his reaction carefully. Her skirt still bunched around her waist, she looked into his eyes, compelled him with her gaze, before dipping down and sucking his tip in.

Layla got to watch it from the sidelines, and the expression on Jays face after her friend sucked his dick in, was so worth it: His eyes rolled back into his head, his hips jerked and he gripped the underside of the seat. He looked ready to shoot his load, which only made her smirk, she wanted him to cum in their mouths and on them.. marking them as his playthings.

She couldn’t leave his lips unattended, or his pretty face, so while Ellie was licking his penis all around, sucking it while playing with his balls, which she’d so like to watch longer, she took his chin between her forefinger and thumb, turned it sideways and bit into his carotid. She blew kisses on the wet spots, licked the spot behind his ear before finally letting her soft lips drop on his. He slapped her on the ass then, slamming her to his body. Teeth clashing together she supported her body by leaning into him.

Now it was her turn to lose her clothing, coyly she shed her blouse. Revealing a red crisscrossed bra underneath, her breasts full and round, heavy with arousal. Raising her hands in the air, she played with her hair, moving to her hips while shaking her body – her eyes were glued to Ellie sucking his dick. How her cheeks hollowed when she drew him in, how her hot tongue sneaked out to tease him, or how cocky she gazed up once in a while, knowing that she was good at this.

Tweaking her nipples, Layla groaned and decided to follow suit by dropping to her knees softly, and mouthing one of his balls while her friend was taking care of his erect cock. His eyes were glazed over, his legs a bit shaking…giving it on fine lick, Ellie took the root of the penis, pulled Layla’s head up and urged her to take over. She took him into her mouth while Ellie was moving her hand alongside the movement. Dragging her tongue up the underside of his dick, she cherished the fullness it created, the heat erupting in her belly… She and her friend took turns pleasuring him with their mouths, groaning, touching themselves while sneaking a kiss in, exchanging saliva and his musky taste, in between. He was watching them with half-lidded eyes, stroking their hair softly, “Feels so good, girls… please…don’t stop.”

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“Daddy?”

Tonight I was in no mood to deal with my daughter! I had just had an argument with my ex-wife about whom should be paying for the majority of our daughter’s University fees. I knew I would end up paying, but that was not why I was upset. Arguing with her had only reminded me of how lonely I was, apart from my daughter, I had nobody!

My wife, Jen, had left me 2 years earlier and life was not going well for me. I had been trying to focus all my attention on other things, mainly work and of course my beautiful daughter, Robyn. But still, I couldn’t shake the feeling of being alone.

Robyn was gorgeous, she had definitely gotten all of her looks from her mother. At just 18 years old, she stood 5ft 6 inches, with long golden-blonde hair and the most perfect body any man could imagine. Even as her father, I could not deny she was stunning. Her perfect curves could capture any depressed mans attention and make them feel happy again.

“Daddy?”

Yet still, tonight I just wanted to be left alone. So I decided to ignore her calls for me. Robyn pined out a few more times before finally giving up, or so I had thought. I heard movement from her bedroom and then the soft sounds of her delicate footsteps. I smiled to myself as her door opened and her footsteps grew louder along the hallway. Sure enough she was coming to get me.

As my door handle squeaked and the door creeked open, I couldn’t help but just lie there and listen to my daughter’s attempts to be silent. I remained still and pretended to be fast asleep as I felt Robyns presence at the foot of my bed. I felt her place her soft hands creep under the covers and shake my ankle.

“Daddy, are you awake?”

I lay there, motionless, I kept the rhythm of my breathing slow and deep. I guess I was just hoping that she would give up the idea of waking me up and go back to sleep. But she must have been determined because she shook me again.

“Daddy, I’m scared! Can I sleep in your bed with you?”

‘What!?’ I thought to myself! She wants to sleep in the same bed as me, this was unbelievable. My daughter hadn’t slept in my bed since she was 6 years old, plus Jen was always there too. We had never been that close to tell you the truth, I loved her endlessly but I never really showed it very well.

Suddenly I felt her hand shift from my ankle and she began to pull the bedcovers slowly upwards, allowing a gap for her to slide in. Robyn şişli escort was climbing into bed with me! My stunning, 18 year old daughter was crawling towards me under my bed sheets as I lay there… Naked! I was mortified!

“Oh shit!”

My daughter whispered.

“You’re naked!”

Robyn giggled quietly, her hand had brushed past my waist and she must have noticed there was nothing there but skin. However, this was besides the point, why was my daughter in bed with me? I should have turned around and confronted her immediately. But I didn’t! Instead I just froze in anticipatation of what she was really up to. She had never had nightmares in the past, why now?

Robyn settled down and then began nestling into the back of me, I could feel her whole body as she sunk into me. Spooning my horizontal body, matching the exact shape of my slightly bent legs, I could feel her warmth. I’m going to be honest, I loved it! I hadn’t been hugged like this by anybody in years!

“Daddy?”

I could feel Robyn’s breath of the back of my neck as her hand caressed my shoulder, It felt amazing!… Wait a minute… I was enjoying this! I mean really enjoying this! I kept telling myself it was my daughter but I didn’t care! I was overcome with a feeling of guilt and lust all at once. I felt her hand slowly reach under my arm and hug around my hard chest.

“Daddy, are you awake?”

Robyn whispered into my ear.

“Looks like I will have to do my little trick to test if somebody’s asleep or not!”

She continued. Suddenly I felt her hand leave my chest and slowly slide down my stomach! Oh my God, what is she doing? Sweat began to pour down my brow, my head was all over the place but my body was frozen stiff!

Her soft small hand tickled my stomach and continued on it’s downward path. As she passed my lower abdominals and rubbed my waist I couldnt help but tense up and let out a gasp!

“Ooo Daddy, are you awake?”

She teased!

“You dirty boy, are you going to just lay there and let your daughter grab your cock?”

Her words were like orgasms in my ears as I struggled to remain calm, she was now caressing my pubic region just above where my cock was poking outward, as you may have guessed, I was hard as a rock! My whole body shook in anticipatation.

“DADDY!”

Robyn yelled as her fingers wrapped around the full shaft of tuzla escort my penis!

“You’re huge!”

She exclaimed. My daughter wasn’t wrong, my ex-wife had often said to me if I wasn’t so hung she would have left me years before she did! I was roughly 9 inches erect, reasonably wide in girth but with a big fat head for the tip. I didn’t have the most attractive penis, but the few women I had been with couldn’t get enough!

My daughter began to tease her hand up and down my cock, slowly jerking me as I lay there in ecstasy. I was still in shock from what was happening, although the thoughts of stopping her were long gone. Robyn picked up the pace and began whispering words I never thought I would hear from my own daughters lips!

“Oh yeh Daddy, do you like it when your baby girl strokes your big cock?”

“Is Daddy gona’ cum for his naughty daughter?”

“Come on Daddy, if you admit you’re awake, I might let you fuck my little pussy!”

Jesus Christ! It took everything in my power not to yell out and take her up on that offer! I had gone from shock to pure frustration, I needed my daughter! And this ‘Daddy’ talk was driving my wild. But I remained still, being wanked off by my dirty little daughter.

Pumping my shaft faster and faster I was on the verge of cumming! Suddenly, she stopped! I let out a gasp of frustration as my body bucked backwards! The little minx was teasing me!

“Hmmm, looks like Daddy isn’t awake!”

She said as she pushed down on my shoulder and rolled me onto my back. My cock was pulsating I was so horny, should I just give in and fuck my little daughter? I thought to myself.

Robyn lifted the covers from my body and folded them below my knees, with my eyes tightly shut I could imagine her fresh young teenage face staring at me. I heard her gasp!

“God, that big daddy cock looks so tasty!”

Before I could respond, I felt the warmth of her wet mouth plunge around my bell end. I moaned with intense pleasure, I was inside my daughters mouth! She slurped and sucked the head of my penis causing my hips to spasm and thrust! She released my cock from her wet lips.

“Yummy!”

She moaned. I could feel her syliva dripping down the head of my dick as it throbbed freely in the air. I felt Robyn’s hands on either side of my chest. Oh my God, I thought! She is straddling me!

I could feel my pendik escort daughters knees on either side of my stomach, what was she doing? I desperately wanted to open my eyes and watch as she got on top of my body!

“I’m sooooo horny Daddy!”

She whispered as she grabbed on to both of my arms, It then struck me, what she was doing. She was only lowering her little pussy down towards my aching cock! Slowly but surely I felt the warmth of her pussy caress the tip of my penis! I was about to explode!

“My pussy is so wet Daddy!”

She whispered as she sunk her moist pussy down onto my cock, all of it, she took all 9 inches in one go! I bucked in pleasure and my eyes flew open!

My daughter was moaning heavily and smiling as she stared at me and I stared back! Her round breasts bounced as she did, they were perfect! She was perfect! I pulled her head towards mine and locked lips with hers. I was fucking my sweet, perfect young daughter!

She continued to bounce up and down as I took her weight, and started slamming my cock into her as she did so! I can’t believe it! I’m Fucking my own daughter and what’s worse is, i love it!

I must have been so into the moment because I began to spout out dirty talk, really filthy things that no man should ever really say to his own young daughter! But Robyn was writhing in pleasure as I did so! My baby girl was a total dirty slut!

“I’m fucking my own Daughter!”

I grinned and took my hands from her waist, placing them firmly around her perfect tits. I knew that it wouldn’t be long before I exploded!

“Baby, Daddy is gona’ cum!”

I yelled at her as she was riding me! She glared at me and bit her lip!

“Ooo Daddy! I want all of your Daddy cum inside my mouth!”

With that she leapt up releasing my manhood from her vagina’s tight grip, I felt the air circle my bell-end as her soaking wet pussy lips slid away! Then suddenly I felt the warm suction return, I was once again inside my little girls mouth!

This time she was holding nothing back, she began to bob her head furiously, stretching down and taking most of my shaft into her throat! A few more times she did this and I couldn’t take any more!

“Arrghhhhhhhhh!”

My balls tightened as I grabbed her head and forced it further down until I was nestled inside her throat! I unleashed rope after rope of cum down my Daughters throat and watched as she gagged!

I released her head and she returned for breath, but this did not faze her! She swallowed the remaining cum in her mouth and then started to slowly suck the head of my cock clean! Squeezing every last drop of her Daddys juice out into her soaking wet mouth! She licked her lips and smiled…

“I knew you were awake, you pervert!”

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We reach our room at an adult themed-room hotel and check into our jungle bungalow, complete with steam from the “river.” I hold the door as you walk in first. We kick off our sandals. Then, I wrap my arms around you from behind – one across your shoulders and one around your waist. I softly kiss your neck.

I unbutton your shirt from the bottom up, still behind you, still the occasional kiss. Taking off your shirt causes you to turn around. I take your face in my hands and our closed-mouth kisses are gentle and sweet. One hand slips from your face and the other to the back of your neck and up your scalp as our mouths open and our tongues intertwine.

With my free hand, I release your bra, remove it and continue to caress your back. We continue to kiss as I back slowly towards the bed. I sit on the edge, which lowers my head to the same level as your breasts. I flick my tongue across your nipples and begin to unbutton your jeans. I suck in one nipple and flick my tongue across it inside my mouth. Your zipper is down and I slip my thumbs inside your waistband, sliding your jeans off your hips. My palms flat against your red satin panties, I knead your ass once before trailing my hands down the back of your legs, pushing your jeans the rest of the way down. The scent of your wetness smells so sweet.

The steam has us both sweaty already and my raging hard-on strains my tight jeans. I slide my hands into your panties and hold your butt, kiss your stomach and push your panties down. I lean towards your soaked lips as you step out of your clothes, but you push my head away and sit on the edge of the bed. I stand and face you, as you reach for me, I brush your hands away. I back away a few steps and undress for your viewing pleasure. Slow and seductive I pull my shirt over my head and then undo my belt, the button on my pants, the zipper, I pull the pants down and my hard cock spring up & flops around in my midnight blue silk boxers.

I slip into the fog and shadows escort sultanbeyli and as the jaguar sound effect growls. I start to stalk towards you. I can tell by the look in your eyes that you want my cock, but I have other plans.

You are lying back with your legs spread and I stop just as my hands reach over your hips. I lower my head and lap cat-like up your damp pussy lips. The disappointed look on your face morphs into a look of pleasure. I continue with the lapping and a low moan emits from your lips. Then I zero in on your clit. Now you are getting into it. Your hips undulate slightly and your noises continue. You curl forward to pull my head harder against you, but I pull away. The teasing of my tongue has you soaked but the teasing of not letting you be in charge has you wanting me even more.

My right hand goes between your legs; two fingers slide in easily and my thumb continues to stimulate your clit. I crawl around your right side and kiss the sensitive spot between your crotch and your hip.

Your right hand reaches under my body to help my free hand pull my boxers off. My cock is swollen almost painfully large. Then you let out a whimper as I pull my hips away. With soft kisses, I work my way up the part of your torso that is between your front and your side, around the outside base of your right breast, across your collarbone and up your shoulder, the muscle in your neck that is right below your ear. Pausing to let a gentle, warm breath tickle your ear, I turn the trail of kisses so that it traces the same kind of path down your jaw and linger at the juncture of your jaw and chin.

Your right hand has been rubbing across the hair of my chest and stomach. I don’t pull away this time as your hand reaches my boxers. The millions of nerve endings in my swollen cockhead all fire as you slide the silk of my boxers off of it. As I kneel next to you, my stiff prick bouncing near your face, you escort şerifali let out a little “Mmmm” – a combination of “I bet that tastes and feels good,” approval at the size and stiffness, and a purr. The combination of those sentiments causes me to shudder.

I continue to work my two fingers in your soaked pussy and massage your clit with my thumb. I move my hips closer to your head and your right hand cups my balls so gently. Then your lips part and you lean your head forward to take me into your mouth. The warm wetness on my fingers and cock make me moan. The sight of your beautiful face – eyes closed, hair flowing down behind your head – wrapped around my throbbing rod is accented by the flickering yellow light of the candles that dimly light the room. Slow and sensuous is your sucking. You let me slip from your mouth and look up with a smile in your eyes and on your mouth as you lick slowly around the rim of my head. My eyes roll back in my head and I reach for your left hand as I tilt my head back and let out a low moan. The moist tip of your tongue traces the underside of my shaft and you stick your nose into the junction between my cock and my groin, rubbing your face against my copper pubic hair. Your tongue snakes out and licks my balls. You reverse your path. Tracing back up the underside, tracing the rim of my head and then swallow almost my entire length very quickly.

My eyes take in the amazing sights; your head – now rapidly pumping on my cock; your erect nipple standing out from your luscious breast; to where my fingers inside you are almost motionless. I don’t want this feeling to end but about the time my vision gets back to your breast, then the sight of your lips sliding down my cock – I explode into your mouth and you slow your pace and let some of my cum dribble out the side of your mouth as you slow your pace to elongate my ecstasy.

I almost collapse, but instead climb over you and end escort söğütlüçeşme up laying on my right side facing you. I kiss your lips and get the hint of the salty taste of my seed. I slip my clean left hand into your hair and pull your face close to mine. I slip my tongue into your mouth and feel plenty of my load still there. We share the fluids and the taste but our tongues are expressing a different hunger.

We slow and eventually I lay on my back and you are on your left side, your ear in that hollow between my deltoids, my collarbone and my chest. Your hot breath blowing across my chest tickles my nipple and we end up laughing. That evolves into more kissing. I nibble on your lower lip and kiss the front of your neck, and work my way back down to your breast. I kiss them all over in circular patterns and stop just before reaching your nipples. I lick around your areola and you can feel my breath on your nipples, but still not my tongue. I lick across your areola again and my tongue lifts off your skin just before reaching your stiff nipple. Your longing noises make it clear that you believe that this is another tease, but you moan as the tip of my tongue finally flicks your sensitive tip. Then I swirl my tongue all around it and lap across the top of it. I suck a comfortable mouthful in and continue to swirl and flick while gently sucking.

I place a pillow behind your hips and roll you all the way onto your back. I sit up near your feet and go around your bent left leg, taking in the sight and smell of your swollen wetness. This time I kiss up the centerline of your stomach, starting at your mound, up to your belly button – a flick of my tongue makes you shudder – and continuing through the valley between your boobs.

My cock is again stiff as it can be and your hips begin to move in anticipation as it draws closer. I slip just the head between your lips. Another soft moan. Your raised hips try to pull me all the way in, but I slip out, and then instantly back in, again only the tip. Your moan of “uhhh!?” has a hint of complaining in it. I slip out once more then slide, slowly and steadily in until my balls are resting on your ass cheeks and we both moan. I pause there for several seconds, our hips moving slightly and the tingle of that slight movement washing over both our bodies.

… To be continued!

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Comforting My Mom

A little information for the setting of the story. This happened a month after Dad’s passing. My siblings and I had all been present near the end and through the funeral. There was drama going on with two of my siblings, so I chose to head home shortly after the funeral. A month later, I returned to help my Mom after the others went about their way. my thoughts were, she would likely feel lonely and alone. With the month of vacation I had to burn, all was well.

My first task was to help clean out Dad’s old workshop. There was an old box of papers, some were receipts from as far back as the 1930s. Near the bottom of the box I found a few old letters, they were addressed to him at a military address in California. Out of curiosity I began reading them, they were love letters from Mom, she was looking forward to his leave time and sexual things they would do. She wrote in detail, of how bad she wanted him. They were signed V which was Mom’s initial. The warmth in the shop was nothing compared to the body heat these steamy letters triggered.

Unexpectedly, Mom walked in seeing me with the box and papers, she asked what I was reading. A bit flustered, I apologized for snooping then explained finding her letters to Dad. She took them from my hand, read a bit then hurried out crying. Feeling terrible for embarrassing Mom like that, I thought it best to let things settle down.

After waiting a half hour or so, I went into the house looking for her. She was in her room sitting on the edge of her bed sobbing and reading the rest of the letters. Apologizing again, I went in and sat beside her putting my arm around her and pulling her close. I told her she need not be embarrassed, it was natural for her to have have those feelings and wonderful that she would feel so free to express herself like that to him.

She turned towards me pulled me tight and cried into my shoulder. Finally she told me that these letters were not from her.

Needless to say I was speechless. My parents had the perfect marriage, never fighting or arguing, never short with each other, always happy. How could this be? Trying to console my betrayed Mother, I said anything I could, “You know Dad loved you, this must have been before you met.” Yet the letters were dated, timeline was my parents second year of marriage. I continued, “Well, if this is true, he was the fool. You are beautiful, warm, sexy, and desirable. How kastamonu escort could He do that.”

She thanked me for the kind words, then told me she just wanted to rest. I laid down with her, holding her tight caressing her arm and back. We drifted off to sleep.

After probably an hour or so, I woke up, she was still in my arms. My hand was, absentmindedly, cupping a breast through her blouse, but I dare not move it. Her head was on my shoulder, her hand softly caressing my chest, she had my shirt unbuttoned, and I was sexually aroused. She notice I had wakened and softly asked me if I meant it. “Do you really think I am all those things Greg? You know beautiful, warm, sexy, am I those things to you Greg?”

I touched my mom’s chin, tilting her head up, I looked deeply into her beautiful eyes and said, “Yes, and you forgot desirable.” We stared at each other for what seemed like eternity but was probably only a couple of minutes. It was then I knew that before this moment passed I had to show my mother just how desirable she was.

Passion seemed to fill the air. I leaned in, she leaned in, and we kissed. Our kiss was not like we had ever kissed before, we kissed like long lost lovers. Without even thinking twice I squeezed her breast deliberately. She sighed into my kiss as her hand slid down to my belt. As our tongues played, my other hand gently pushed her’s to the lump in my jeans then I broke our kiss and said, “You are very desirable and I want you more than I have ever wanted anyone!”

With little conviction in her voice she said, “This is wrong Greg I am almost 70 you are 35 you are my own child.”

I stopped her by kissing her again. There was no resistance or hesitation we knew what we were doing, we knew what we wanted and didn’t care about the ramifications.

Getting out of bed I grabbed her hand and helped her up. She looked beautiful and I told her so. Her grey hair a bit tousled, her cotton blouse a bit wrinkled and partially unbuttoned. Desire and passion in her eyes, I had never seen her like this.

As she stood facing me I put her hands on my belt and I finished unbuttoning her blouse. She soon had my belt off and pants unbuttoned. Reaching around I released the clasp of her bra and stared with amazement as her C cup breasts were released. Majestically, they hung like ornaments with upturned hard nipples. kayseri escort For years I had wondered what it was like nursing from them 35 years earlier, now here I am, taking one in my mouth.

Her hands had started pushing my pants down, I paused to help by pushing them the rest of the way down. Her hands were warm and slightly trembling when I felt her tenderly caress my hard cock.

I unsnapped and unzipped her skirt, then pulled it and her modest panties off. Now I was sucking her other nipple and admiring the salt and pepper bush guarding her beautiful womanhood. The lips protruding slightly, like petals on a forbidden flower. The same womanhood, that gave me life.

Starting to kiss my way down from the breasts that once nursed me, my hands lead the way, dipping into her moistness. I felt her body stiffen, thinking she was having second thoughts. “Honey,” She said halting my progress, “we both need showers, I will meet you back here afterwards. I want this too and need everything to be perfect.”

Quickly and thoroughly, I showered scrubbing everything, then put on a dab of cologne. Within 20 minutes I was back in Mom’s room. To enhance the mood, I tuned the radio to some soft Jazz. My cock was still hard and I casually stroked it as I lay in bed waiting for her.

When she came out of the bathroom, she had a towel wrapped around her, smiling she said, “My aren’t you eager to get started. I was going to slip into something nice for you!”

“Please,” I told her, “all you need to slip into is the bed.” I stood up pulled the towel from her and tossed it on a chair. Gently, I pulled her closely and kissed her deeply. Our bodies pressed together, the warmth of two passionate lovers filled the room.

We started swaying to the music, dancing close like a bride and groom. My hands caressed her skin as we moved to the music. Her breathing would increase as my cock throbbed and as I caressed her soft butt. After a few songs I heard a coarse whisper simply say, “It’s time.”

She got into bed and I paused just a moment to take in her beauty, wanting to memorize every sexy inch of her flawless body. She worked hard to keep in shape and it was evident.

Slipping into bed with her, we kissed. Finally my aching cock found relief as her soft hand grabbed it and stroked it.

My hands found her thighs and caressed them. My fingers kıbrıs escort eased to the inside of her legs which parted as if beckoning a lover. Tracing up then through her soft bush and dancing across her vaginal lips. Finally slipping between the folds and exploring her depths as my thumb teased a quite prominent clit.

Her soft moans intensified as we kissed. Then I kissed my way to her breasts sucking each breast and nipple with an incestual hunger. My hands still slowly toying with her pussy. Eventually, I continued down, my tongue gently dancing across her warm soft skin then trailing through her moist pubic hair and into her wetness.

Her scent and taste was intoxicating. Her body began to quiver beneath me. Maneuvering around I offered my cock to her in a 69 position. She hesitated briefly then succumbed to the desires, alternating between sucking it and my balls.

Her orgasm came with abandon. My prim and proper mother cursed, repeatedly. “Oh shit, oh shit, my god, my god.”

As she came down from her orgasm, I moved back up to kiss her. She reached down grabbed my cock and said, “Fuck me son fuck your mom.”

As I slowly eased my hard cock into the depths from which I came, I said, “Wow Mom, you are so wet, I guess it’s been a while since someone ate your pussy like that.”

Her response surprised me, “Your Dad never licked me there, you are the first to do that to me.”

That alone almost made me cum but I maintained composure and slowly made love to her. I’d like to say I lasted hours but it was probably only 15 minutes of soft “I love yous” and slow deep strokes.

As She sensed my imminent orgasm She said, “Please Greg, may I watch you cum? Your father never liked cumming any where but in me, I’d love to see that.”

Her timing was perfect because a few strokes later, my orgasm began, I pulled out, was up on my knees, and with my hand pumped my cock. Ropes of cum shot over her beautiful body. The first shot reached her tits, subsequent ones trailed down her stomach to her pubic hair.

She reached out, grabbed my cock, pulled it towards her mouth, then milked the last droplets onto her tongue.

“You know,” she said, ” I always wanted to do that. After your dad and I made love, I always scooped it from me and tasted it when he wasn’t looking.”

I laughed and said, “You like cream-pies! Well at least I know where I get that from.” Then I licked my cum from her body and shared it with her.

We made love again that evening and most evenings through my stay. We enjoyed other times after that over the next few years, until she passed.

There are other experiences in my life involving family love and I would love to share them if this is well received.

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I.

Ann stirred very early in the morning. She felt a tension at the base of her spine, the same that she felt as a teenager and during college. It was a feeling of danger and excitement, and of breaking boundaries. She fluttered in and out of consciousness in the early dawn, only liminally aware that her domestic life had turned more complicated and perverse than she ever could have predicted.

Her body also felt unusual. Her nipples were electric. Even slight movements were unexpectedly pleasurable, due to the friction of her pajamas against her breasts. She shifted to her side, and brought a hand inside her pajama top to lightly toy with one of her crinkled nipples. The sides of her mouth turned upward into a smile. She pressed her thighs together, as if she was trying to trap the smoldering heat and not let it escape. She luxuriated in the pleasure, still half-asleep.

Ann was a sexual woman, but at this point in her life she was accustomed to her available sources of pleasure. She loved sex with her husband, and they had certainly explored a kink or two together. But they had gone as far as they wanted, and were no longer pushing any boundaries. They settled into a routine of enjoying a healthy fuck once a week or so, and that was that. As a result, sex was no longer a pressing concern of Ann’s. It happened, routinely, and she enjoyed it. But as far as she was concerned, there was nothing more to see.

But on this day Ann felt something different, something unknown and tempting. A door had opened that she never knew existed, and her body was reacting the same way it had many years earlier, when the doors to sexuality first opened to her.

Soon enough Ann’s sleepiness sharpened into wakeful consciousness. She blinked, looked towards the window and the grey light of early dawn, and gathered her thoughts. Oh shit! Her heart skipped a beat as she remembered what she had seen the night before. She had seen her daughter Dana walking away from the room of her son, Brendan. But more importantly, she saw some disturbing details: her daughter’s breasts, nipples stiffened and pointing upwards at a trajectory suggestive of sexual excitement; her daughter’s face, the flush of energetic movement poorly disguised by an purposefully blank expression; her daughter’s hair, mussed in a recognizable way; and her daughter’s scent, unmistakably that of youthful coupling.

Both mother and daughter were wise enough to just walk past each other to their rooms. But both mother and daughter were also intelligent enough to know the cat was out of the bag.

As Ann lay there, images developed in her mind. Her daughter spread eagle on her son’s bed, cunt glistening as Brendan’s turgid cock prepared to penetrate her. Her son’s back muscles tensing as he plunged into Dana’s tight young vagina. An enigmatic expression on her daughter’s difficult-to-read face, a mixture of lust and regret as she yielded herself to her brother.

Ann quickly attempted to repress these images, to bring herself back to the present, and think about anything else. But when she retrieved her thoughts from fantasy and brought them to the present, she realized her body was aflame. She could feel her vagina lips sliding against each other, and she knew her nether regions were damp with arousal. Curious, she ventured downward with her hand, through the thicket of pubic hair, to her clit. Touching it nearly brought forth an involuntary moan, as streaks of sensation shot upwards from her pussy through her whole body. She idled for a bit on her clit, pushing it to and fro and lightly pinching it between her digits. In response her pussy clenched and flooded yet further. She was amazed at her physical response, and could not recall ever being so turned on. She usually wasn’t even interested in sex in the morning!

She moved down and slipped a finger into the cauldron between her inner labia. Her fingers seemed to slip inexorably inward, almost as if her pussy sucked them past its slippery opening. Soon she had buried two fingers as deep as possible. The feeling was incredible. Deep inside, she could feel her striated inner walls quiver against her fingers.

Ann bent forward, making it easier to reach, then positioned her palm on her clit. She began to plunge her fingers into her cunt and simultaneously press her clit with her palm. After just a few insertions and extractions, the quiver of her cuntal walls concentrated into a full-fledged spasm, clasping her fingers as she began to orgasm. As her cunt squeezed, Ann plunged her fingers deep and pressed hard on her clit. Her orgasm deepened, rolling into an violent, uncoordinated outburst of energy. Her vaginal spasms were matched by a series of staccato yips from the back of her throat, as Ann unintentionally vocalized the torrent of pleasure crashing through her entire body.

Seconds later, the alarm clock sounded, marking 7:30. Her husband, a deep sleeper, rolled over and groaned. Meanwhile, Ann tried to catch her breath. Her heart was pounding and small waves of pleasure continued to pulse through her body. But her husband didn’t maltepe escort notice. The alarm clock continued to insist, and he pushed himself up with muscular arms to turn it off. He tumbled out of bed and towards a shower, unaware that his wife still felt the aftershocks of her best orgasm in years, brought about by her own fingers.

Ann dozed while her husband prepared for work, enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm, but also turning over and over in her mind her thoughts about her daughter and her son, and whether they had fucked. She knew she should be disgusted. But she really wasn’t. She was aroused.

II.

Brendan woke up early too, and the thoughts of what took place the night before rushed over him. He felt a little panicky. Had he really fucked his own sister? It wasn’t his fault, he assured himself. She was basically calling the shots. She always called the shots. Still, he felt guilty and his breath was coming in somewhat shallow gasps.

He rolled out of bed and stood up. He opened a window and felt a rush of crisp fall morning air rush into his room. The bracing air felt good on his skin. He put on his glasses and looked at the disheveled image that he presented. His hair was wild from sleep, he was wearing only boxer shorts and socks, and his cock was hanging outside of his boxers, at half-mast. A crust of dried jism was evident on the tip of his cock.

Brendan stepped backwards and fell into his big orange easy chair. He reached down and grabbed his bong, sparked it, and drew deeply from it. The sharp edges of the morning softened even before he exhaled, and he leaned his head back, glad for the pleasant buzz.

He thought back to the last night. He stared at his bed, marveling that 10 hours ago, his sister had transformed from the super-student who never showed much interest in her younger brother to an absolute vixen. He thought about how she pressed her lips against his forhead. How the words “fuck me” sounded, whispered into his ear. How it felt to close his eyes and follow the whims of his tongue and lips, as he traced out each and every fold of her vagina. And how it felt to open his eyes, look up, between the pointed peaks of her breasts and see her head tossed back in pleasure.

Dana was always so complete. She was always a step ahead, never caught off guard, never vulnerable. She was also a striking girl, beautiful behind her sometimes icy disposition. All of this accounted for the scintillating effect of seeing her open her legs and abandon herself to passion. Looking at the rumpled sheets, and thinking about what had happened, Brendan almost couldn’t believe it.

Brendan stood up and stretched, with his cock was now hard, standing proudly at attention. It was about 8:15 and he expected that his parents to have departed for work. Boldly he stepped out into the hallway and stepped down the hallway. He stood for a moment looking at the closed door to his sister’s room. Just the thought of what he knew was inside was exciting. Was she awake yet? What was she wearing? Maybe she slept in the nude, he thought, as he turned and headed to the bathroom for a shower. He wondered when she would get up. When she did, would she find her pussy still coated with the copious amounts of cum he had deposited in her?

As Brendan pushed open the door to the bathroom, he was still following this train of thought, in the single-minded way of someone who had started the day with a hearty pull of the sweet smoke.

Brendan passed the sink and reached to grab the edge of the shower curtain, but it slid open before he could grab it. Instead, his grasping hand touched the softness of flesh, and he heard his mother cry out, “Brendan!”

Even as she did so, she lost her balance on the slick surface of the wet bathtub and fell forward. The only available object with which to break her fall was her semi-nude son, who had appeared out of nowhere and grasped her breast the exact moment she opened the shower curtain. In response to his mom’s free fall Brendan kept a hold of her right breasts with his right hand. His left hand caught her left armpit.

But he was unable to entirely break her fall. Before Brendan could stop her downward momentum, she had fallen until her face came level with his crotch, which meant that his rockhard cock pressed awkwardly against his mother’s cheek.

The flurry of activity ended with Brendan keeping hold of his naked mother’s upperbody, including one hand squarely on her breast, and his cock in very intimate contact with his mother’s face. In shock, it took them a moment before Brendan helped pull his mother to her feet. Once she had her balance, he awkwardly withdrew his hand from her breast and stepped away.

“I’m so sorry mom. I thought you’d be at work, and I was still sleepy…” he muttered, still standing, erect dick exposed, in front of his naked mother.

Ann, usually so composed and efficient, was flustered.

“It’s ok, honey,” she said. But as she said it, her eyes slipped downward, briefly looking at her manavgat escort son’s surprisingly large, and surprisingly rigid tool. At the same time, Brendan surveyed Ann’s body. Her breasts were similar to Dana’s, but he could already see the red outline of his handprint on her right breast, where he had inadvertantly grasped her sensitive titflesh when she fell out of the shower. His eyes also ranged over her flat tummy, down to a tangle of pubic hair framing the engorged sex organs of his mother.

“Honey, why don’t you give me a moment to dry off? And then you can use the shower.”

“Oh, sure. Sorry,” Brendan muttered and he quickly withdrew from the bathroom, tearing his eyes away from his mother’s naked snatch.

III.

Brendan showered, dressed and went downstairs. His encountered Ann in the kitchen, wearing a white tanktop and black tights. She wore no bra, and her nipples were blatantly exposed, pushing against the cotton fabric. Brendan could even see the dark circles of her areolae through the stetchy white fabric. He noticed his mom was making breakfast, so he sat at the kitchen table, glad to be able to hide his erection.

“Hi honey. Are you hungry?” Ann asked her son, over her shoulder, as she stood at the stovetop, stirring oatmeal.

“Yeah,” Brendan responded, blushing slightly at embarrassment over their incident in the bathroom that morning.

Ann brought over two bowls of oatmeal, flavored with dried cranberries, and sat down across from her son. As she put Brendan’s bowl in front of her, he could see her cleavage at eye level. Even though the flimsy tanktop didn’t hide much, it was exciting to see so much of her bare breasts. Brendan thought she smelled like lavendar.

“Honey, we should talk about what happened this morning,” Ann paused, and saw her son’s blush deepen. “I don’t think you did anything wrong. I know you didn’t intend to walk in on me like that.”

Brendan didn’t really respond, just staring into his bowl. Ann realized she hadn’t addressed the real embarrassment, and she decided to just confront the issue head on.

“Listen, Brendan. Its not like I haven’t seen a hard cock before,” she spurted out, surprising even herself with her language. “I know its normal for men in the morning. Plus, I’m sure my breast isn’t the first one you’ve ever gotten your hands on either,” she said, smiling and winking at her son. With his mom’s mention of her breast, his eyes found an excuse to look at her chest again. Her nipples were maybe even more pronounced than ever, and he could see them clearly.

Brendan couldn’t help but laugh. The embarrassment had dissipated, and the two of them ate breakfast together, chatting comfortably.

As they finished, Brendan stood up to help with the dishes. As he stood, his mom’s eyes were clearly drawn to his crotch.

“Not like you haven’t seen one before, eh mom?” They both laughed, but they had crossed a line of sorts. Mother and son were both essentially on display for each other, and they had rationalized it by saying it wasn’t anything they hadn’t seen before.

Ann washed the dishes, and Brendan dried, as they stood next to each other at the sink. They stood close, and allowed each other all sorts of little contacts: thigh touched thigh, elbow touched side, hand touched hand. Each physical contact was laden with sexual energy, even as they chatted as normal between mother and son.

When they were finished with the dishes, they stood next to each other, their thighs and hips barely touching, and looked out the window over the sink. It was a windy, grey fall day. But it was still decently warm, in the high 50s. The trees in their large backyard were adorned with leaves of fantastic colors. Against the uniform grey sky, the colors were even more spectacular, reminiscent of the unreal brightness of colors in old tv technicolor.

Ann placed her hand casually around her son back, resting it on his opposite hip. The side of her breast pressed firmly against his arm.

“Why don’t you help me rake up some of those leaves?” she asked.

He liked the idea. He was very much enjoying all of the intimate contact with his mother. He also loved the fall, and the outdoors.

He turned around to face Ann, who kept her hand on his side. They stood very close, and his erection pressed through his shorts against her, almost directly against her pussy mound. He instinctively reached up to her face and swept her hair behind her ear, staring into her eyes. It was a lover’s gesture, not a son’s gesture.

“Of course. I’d be glad to help.” He said it without changing his expression, and without diverting his gaze from hers. And as he said it, his cock flexed a bit, in a way that his mother surely noticed against her inner thigh.

“Ok… Great!” Ann said, pulling away from her son. She was nearly breathless with arousal. She couldn’t believe what was happening between her and her son.

She went to pull a loose flannel shirt over her tanktop. She left it open, allowing her erect şişli escort tits to remain exposed. Meanwhile, Brendan escaped back to his room and pulled on a pair of jeans. He also took a few puffs. He knew he smoked too much, but he loved it. Plus, when better to smoke weed than the day after you fuck your sister, and before flirting with his mom? He had a serious urge to jerk off, but resisted. If he was right about where things were headed, he wouldn’t need to be relieving himself today.

In no time, they each had a decent pile of leaves. Brendan was particularly enjoying himself. The cool air, the mechanical movement of rake against leaves and grass, and the crinkly rasping sound of each raking motion were all sensations, in his particular state, to which he was particularly attuned. Taking a break, he stared at the leaf pile, marveling at the aesthetics of the blend of reds, oranges, yellows and browns.

Slam! All of the sudden he was completely upended. His fall was cushioned by the leaves. His athletic mother had sort of half-tackled, half-tripped her much larger son, perfectly executing the takedown into the pile of dessicated foliage. Her weight then careened down on top of him. He fell on his side, trapping one arm under his body against the ground, and she levered his other arm behind his back quickly, before he regained his bearings from the surprise attack.

Then the tickling began. She mercilessly probed his ribs and his armpits, impervious to his stuggling, squirming and laughing. As they rolled in the leaves, Ann was perfectly aware of her son’s seemingly constant erection as it pressed against her belly. If she were perfectly candid, she would have to admit that part of her efforts were directed at feeling his hardness against her. At the same time, Brendan was aware of his mother’s breasts, and her crotch as she straddled him, trying to maintain her advantage in the impromptu wrestling match. Brendan noticed that she seemed to press her pubis against his thigh, almost as if she were intentionally rubbing her vagina against him.

After a bit, Brendan’s superior size and strength prevailed. He unpinned himself and pushed against her, raising her tickling fingers off of him. Then he heard a shriek! It wasn’t a friendly, play wrestling sort of shriek. It was a shriek of genuine shock and surprise. Simultaneously, in a flurry of leaves, his mom seemed to disappear.

Brendan rolled over and tripped trying to stand up. While he struggled to gain his footing he heard his mom’s cries of distress. Finally, he jumped up and assessed the situation. His mom was on the ground on all fours. Her shirt and undershirt were pushed up, exposing one of her breasts. Behind her was Bart, the neighbor’s golden retriever!

The dog must have seen them wrestling and gotten excited. Its front paws had pushed her shirts up, and it was busily humping her. Under the weight of the large dog, Ann was helpless. Brendan moved quickly and landed a sharp kick on the dog’s ribs, sending it sprawling away from his bewildered mother. The dog whimpered and slinked away.

In the seconds following that flurry of activity Ann quickly pulled her shirt down and stood up. The adrenaline was definitely flowing. But as she came to realize what happened, she paused, looked at her valiant son, and then completely doubled over in laughter, as did her son. They both recollapsed into the pile of leaves, rolling towards each other.

Ann grasped for her son and they embraced as they continued to laugh and roll in the leaves. They hugged each other tight, their laughing faces just inches from one another. They could feel each other’s breath on their lips. After a few minutes, they stopped laughing and Ann lay on her son’s chest, both of them breathing hard from the activities. Ann’s breasts were pressed against her son’s chest. Her arms wrapped under his arms around her shoulders. Both were most aware, though, of his cock pressed hard against his mother. She could feel his whole impressive length pressing from her mound all the way up to her belly button. As their bellies rose of and fell with their respiration, Brendan’s cock rhythmically sandwiched against his mother’s body.

Ann kissed her son. They had kissed before, but this was a new kind of kiss. It was lips and tongue, urgency and lust. Their eyes closed, and their minds shifted to the feel of their wet oral parts moving together, responding to each other’s movements. Her tongue explored the sweet taste of her son, darting in and out, to and fro. Their bodies writhed against one another, and they rolled in the leaves. Eventually, Ann moved up and forward, following the path of his immense boner to its tip. She needed him inside of her.

The pace of her movements verged on violence as she reached downward and stripped her legging down to her ankles, freeing her cunt. She then reached for his buttons and his zipper, needing to give herself access to his tool. She licked her hand, grabbed him at the base of his cock and stroked upward, bringing him to her hole. Then she sat down, plunging onto his entire length with her cunt in one downward swoop. Leaving him in her depths, she lay down on his body, and kissed her son. This time was less intense. After all, they were both where we wanted to be, with his penis firmly planted in his mother’s canal. They sensually moved against each other, licking and nibbling, until he began to thrust with his hips gently.

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“Miss, now over here, Miss, we have. . .I tune out the realtor’s voice as I survey what is left of what might have been. “Amazing. . .” I allow the one word to escape my lips before I realize it is even audible. Incredibly, everything is just exactly the same, down to the neat row of green mailboxes in the breezeway. Amused, I note that though the name and address of the complex has changed with ownership, the old address as I knew it, is still stamped on the water meter at the rear of the building. Guess no one thought that was important enough to change. . .”With all due respect, Miss, that is not the word most people would use to describe this place. In fact, . . .” the man’s voice prattles on as he stoops to weed half-heartedly a small flower bed near one of the apartment units. Same narrow corridor, same three steps up from the parking lot. . . “You say, you want this place for your daughter?” Now, he is getting out his business cards, no doubt getting ready to bestow one on me. “Well, yes I do. She is in, um, college here,” I say, making my attempt to think on my feet. “Well, Miss, maybe it could be an amazing place for a young person like that. Good, safe neighborhood, after all. Young woman, 23, 24 years old. . .” He gestures, and I look out toward the parking lot. . . After all this time, I can clearly see you, me, everything–how we looked, how we dressed, how we felt about it.

Yes, I do believe, there she is now. . .

*

I come home. I take the few steps up from the private parking lot and start up the walk to my apartment. I glance up at your apartment, but you’re not there. . . .mmmmm, I wonder. . .Oh well, I sigh, as I put my key in the lock and turn.

It is a beautiful fall day, crisp and clean. Sunshine, without a cloud in the sky, almost makes me feel it is still summer except that the air has that sweet, spicy aroma of autumn. It is also Saturday but a rather unusual day for a Saturday. I had to go in to work with my boss for a special meeting with the corporate board. My boss is an officer, the board secretary, and often relies on me to help with public relations activities and correspondence. So, no: This Saturday is nothing at all like last Saturday. Not anything like that morning, when you surprised me—pounding on my door with Mickey D’s breakfast in a paper sack! There you were with that sweet, thoughtful breakfast in bed, and then we took in a fun romp about the mall and a dollar matinee. Finally, we found ourselves at the zoo, knocking around, poking gentle fun at all the animal antics. Oh, but later, we ate hot dogs by the sunset and, over and over again, we rode the Ferris Wheel, its colorful lights all aglow, while fireworks exploded in the distant night sky. Happy, carefree, spontaneous. . . From start to finish: What a day that was!

But then again, many of our days are not too far off from that. Somehow, each deposit in our bank of memories always ends up being special in some way. We just get along so well and enjoy one another’s company anytime we are together, whatever we do. It never seems to matter what it is; we don’t have to have a plan. Things just naturally fall into place.

Inside the apartment, I cease my musings and critically scan my view. Not so bad. I’ve kept it picked up pretty well this week. My humble abode: It is very small, only one bedroom and one bath, but it’s perfect for a 23-year-old single girl living alone and working in the city.

Ok, time to change out of my work clothes. I go into the bedroom and step out of my crisp, black pencil skirt and my silky white blouse, taking care to hang them both up immediately. I remove all my jewelry—earrings, choker-style necklace, rings, bracelets. I love to wear bracelets, especially, but they seem to weigh a ton by the time I get home. I lean down and slip off the black patent, peep-toe pumps. I put them back in their box for another day. It is still very warm weather, so I wore no pantyhose. And I hate slips– they get so clingy in the heat and humidity–so I avoid them unless absolutely necessary.

As I slip off my silky, beige, spaghetti-strapped camisole, I catch a glimpse of myself in my oval, stand-alone mirror. By now, I am wearing only my bra and panties. Both items, though silky, are a plain, beige color without any lace because I needed the nude effect underneath the white blouse. I survey my body in the mirror, trying to study it in the most objective light that I can. Overall, I am pleased with what I see. And my daily gym visits have definitely been paying off. I have very dark hair and eyes but also very fair skin. In general, I have a petite figure, standing at just 5’4″. I am slim and toned, with firm, perky C-cup breasts—just the right size, not too large or too small. I cup one breast and lift it slightly, running my fingers over the nipple and the pale aureole surrounding it. It feels pleasingly smooth, with the nipple beginning to harden instantly under my touch. My stomach is flat but with a slight feminine roundness to the lower escort beykoz abdomen. I smooth my hands over my outer thighs; they are firm with just the right amount of fullness. My hands cross over to my legs, which are strong and well defined. My feet are soft and well-groomed from weekly pedicures. I pivot on them, turning ballerina-like on tip-toes to examine my backside. Did I mention what a cute butt I have? Firm, upturned, and softly rounded, but with well-toned definition underneath it, at the cheeks and the upper thigh. I bring my hand around and caress the soft skin there, too, until my hand comes to rest at the small of my back. I bring both hands back and massage my lower back a bit. Ahhh, . . . yessss.

I am thinking that I have gotten accustomed to my regular two-hour workout routine. I especially enjoy the rewards of experiencing the steamy sauna afterward. It always makes me feel as if all the day’s tension is melting and oozing out of me through every naked pore. . .I smile, remembering when we first met, you thought I worked three jobs. I had my regular job downtown and a part-time job on some evenings at a local café. But then, because I also went to the gym so much, you thought I was also an aerobics instructor. You are so sweet. Too bad you are not my boyfriend. I am a couple of years older than you, so we jokingly refer to me as ‘The Older Woman’ or sometimes, laughingly, your ‘Cougar,’ but we both know there will never be anything like that between us. We both realize that we will always just be very good friends. However, I do have a confession: Sometimes I think we don’t admit a few stronger feelings than that . . . And today? Well, today, I just can’t help it. I miss you. . . I really do.

Having concluded my nude mirror reverie, a certain sense of vulnerability begins to steal upon me. I realize that I am now standing with my arms crossed in front of me, my hands smoothly caressing and lightly squeezing my shoulders. Having adjusted now from the outside heat to the coolness of air-conditioned apartment, I began to feel a slight chill. Out of the corner of my eye, I see my grandmother’s pink and rose-colored afghan lying on the chair by the bed. Its warmth and softness are always so comforting and so familiar, so without hesitation, I pull it around me. I wander thus, wrapped up in the afghan over my basic underwear, out of the bedroom, returning to the front of the apartment. I try to peek out the window, but I cannot get a good view of your apartment. Luckily, I have a privacy fence around the front door. If I step out on the patio, no one will see me like this. So I do. But no, still no signs of life up there on Level 2! Would you have come by here first, I wonder? I am not sure. Maybe. Are you thinking of me, too? Ok, this is getting ridiculous. I just have to stop this.

I go back inside the apartment. Even though it is only 12:30, I am very tired. I got up so early this morning, and we had a working lunch about 11. Besides, I recognized that tense feeling in the muscles when I massaged my back a few minutes ago. Apparently, the achiness has been lingering there all morning, while I was busy and unaware. I think I’ll go ahead and take a little nap. It would really feel great to just stretch out for awhile.

Going back into the bedroom again now, I decide to remove all other bindings—my remaining clothing items, the bra and the panties. It would just feel so much better—so much more free—to be completely nude. And I am alone. Completely alone. So I strip down and cover myself with the familiar, rosy afghan. Ahh, now this feels excellent! The comforter on the bed is so soft and feels so cool against my bare skin. The light, airy feel of the afghan is just enough to make me feel covered, but the loose structure of the fabric is light enough to feel free and bare. It is a very safe yet sensuous feeling. . . I make a decision not to allow myself to think of you; I’ll just let my mind drift. . .Nevertheless, I keep seeing your face, smiling as always, brilliant then fading, then. . .Very soon, I am off in la-la land. . .

The next thing I realize is the brilliant but soft afternoon glow of sunlight coming through the bedroom window—and then I recognize the gentle, but steady pounding on the door. Thud. . .thud. . .thud. . .It seems to me as if the pounding has been going on for a long time, but logically I know that it has only just begun. I realize that I am not quite mentally alert yet, but somehow I also know it is you. There is no question in my mind, no room for other possibilities. I jump up quickly, but then just as quickly, I look down. Oh, no! I look around for something to cover myself—a robe, some clothing item, anything. Why can’t I just see something to grab here! Where is it? The apartment I found so tidy earlier suddenly seems like a disorganized mess. I can find absolutely nothing to lay my hands on quickly! Scrambling, I panic; I don’t want you to think I am not here and then leave. Oh escort sancaktepe well, no time! And, after all, it is only you. . . So I grab up the afghan and wrap it around myself, the same way one uses a towel upon just leaving the shower.

I open the door. And there you stand with that cute, familiar smile and that adorable little glint in your eye. Your clear blue eyes always seem to just fairly dance as they quickly dart about, surveying my face. Your dark hair and mustache frame your features perfectly. I am always struck by how handsome you really are, though you don’t seem to realize it yourself. Today, you are wearing a plain white T-shirt under an open shirt and jeans. Mmmmm. . .very nice. You come in, and we stand facing one another just inside the apartment door.

“Well, well, My Dear, what have we here?” you say. You are laughing and gently making fun of my scanty, makeshift garment. I realize that, no matter how comforting it had been earlier, my afghan “dress,” in the harsh light of day, leaves a lot to be desired as a fashion statement. Standing there, I become painfully aware of the thin, loose weave of the knit gathered and draped over my body. Inevitably, my pale pink nipples keep peeking through the holes in the pattern at every turn, and the light texture of the fabric is not dark enough or heavy enough to conceal the dark triangular shadow over my mound. Do you see what I see—what I think you can see? Am I–all parts of me– that visible to you? I would be totally horrified if it were someone else, but now I find that, thanks to you, I am also becoming a bit amused. We have always trusted one another; I know you are my friend and will always accept me regardless of how I present myself. . .

We talk for a few minutes in our normal fashion, as if nothing is amiss. Suddenly though, you take the earlier teasing a drastic step further. . .You know how unexpected I would find such an action on your part, so you are able to catch me entirely off-guard. With one deft movement, you snatch the afghan off me! In an instant, my only covering is gone—completely gone! I am at a total loss. Holding it up horizontally between us, you say, “What are you going to do now, huh? Huh?” I am solely taken aback. Standing there on the other side of that afghan wall, naked–completely nude and totally vulnerable–I hesitate. I cannot answer. What can I do? You lock your beautiful, steel-blue eyes with my big brown ones. I am utterly, completely spellbound. Taunting me, you nevertheless maintain steady eye contact—and a mischievous grin. That glint in your eye, not so adorable now, no longer familiar. . . Who are you? Are you surveying my curves? Are you seeing all– every minute detail–of my body? Yes? No? I cannot tell! I am trying to wrap my mind around what is happening.

Then slowly, your evil little grin begins to widen into a lovely smile while your eyes retain their mischief and their mystery. You ever so slowly began to drop the afghan until it is lying on the floor, between us, at our feet. You draw in a breath, slowly but audibly. At first, I am appalled–even more horrified by this last act than the other. But then–I realize that you are still maintaining that same steady eye contact. Your steel-blue gaze has not shifted. You seem to pay no attention to the smallest amount of peripheral vision whatsoever. You make no attempt to adjust your view. We stand there, smiling, our eyes still locked. Our breathing, heavier. Our hearts, pounding.

I am so utterly amazed by you that I almost forget to be embarrassed. I am used to your romantic spontaneity, your fun-loving spirit, and your good-natured pranks. So many times in the past, you quipped about how you would love to see ‘more of me.’ Without a doubt, you have consistently demonstrated a healthy, red-blooded, All-American curiosity about the female anatomy well known to the male species. Yet–knowing that–I am just feeling quite impressed overall, and, I must admit, even a bit in awe of the way you are handling the situation. In my nervousness, I bite my lower lip and hold it there. Clearly, you see the consternation on my face as I try to comprehend, realizing I can think of no sensible course of action whatsoever. This is a new version of Cat and Mouse for me. . .What are the rules?

Just then, you lean forward, and we kiss. It is not our first kiss, however, for once before, we made an attempt resulting in a fun little experimental kiss, kissing lightly and affectionately. But this kiss: Oh my! It is very different. It is glorious—a longingly, passionate kiss that has been building since we met. Your lips, your tongue are just as soft and as wonderful as I could have ever imagined. Your mustache feels good against my soft skin as you travel down to my neck. You put one arm gently around my shoulders and the other arm around my waist. Still looking intently into my eyes, you say, “Put your arm around my neck.”

You pick me up, while at the same, being escort bağdat caddesi careful to rescue the afghan from its place on the floor. Respectfully, you recover me lightly, taking my hand and directing me to hold the afghan in place. You then carry me into the bedroom and lay me down on the bed. Unhurried, you very slowly and deliberately begin to peel back the edges of the afghan. . . I feel the cool breeze in the air all around us. It lends a feeling of lightness to the room; the cool air settles over my body and, involuntarily, I shudder. Finally, then—while sitting there at the edge of the bed–you lean back and allow yourself to look. You take in my nude body lying there on the bed. Still, you show you are in no hurry. Your gaze is slowly traveling the length of me up and down—longingly examining everything, back and forth over my body. You have not touched me. . .not at all, except to carry me. But I feel your touch in your longing look. And it is blazing. . .

After a few minutes, you take your index finger and gently start to lightly trace out the pathway of your earlier gaze. Even so, you keep the pathway decidedly away from all erogenous zones. I arch my back. I am getting so hot, so aroused under your steady gaze, your growing interest. But that is a fact to which you seem oblivious. You really do not seem to be fully aware of the effect you are having on me. My body now eagerly anticipates every gaze, every touch, and is now beginning to long for more. . . I want you so much. I never realized until now just how much. . .

You are still fully clothed. You are so handsome in your T-shirt and your open, light blue oxford shirt, cuffs rolled back so that I see your strong, shapely, tanned arms. You are wearing blue jeans, and for all your control, I can see your hardness taking shape under them. You move toward me and lie diagonally across me, as you begin to kiss my neck and nibble on my earlobe. “You are so beautiful,” you whisper adoringly in my ear. Your lips are so soft; your mustache brushes airily against my neck, while I also feel a tiny bit of stubble from your face. The combination is one of clean softness and masculine roughness, all at once . . . I shudder, involuntarily, thrilling with delight. I become aware of your growing erection, resting against my thigh. Even through the thick denim fabric, I can feel it rubbing against me, straining. . .

You take my face in both your hands and look directly, deliberately, intensely into my eyes. This time, your beautiful deep-blue pools are right up next to my wide-open soft doe-brown eyes. You continue to hold my face with your hands and my eyes with your eyes. You smile. Your smile broadens. I see that old familiarity returning. . . You reach for the afghan again and gently pull it back up over me. You lean down and kiss my lips ever so gently. You touch my cheek with the back of your hand and kiss me again, lightly, on my forehead. I look up at you, once again questioning, wondering. . .

“Not now, not this way. The timing is all wrong, My Dear,” you say. “When it is right, we will know it.”

Caressing a strand of hair away from my face, you say, “Just rest now, ok? Please don’t worry, Hon. I will be back to check on you. . . I will always be back to check on you.” As you are leaving, disappearing through the apartment door, I sigh. . . It is not a sigh of disappointment or sadness or relief or gladness. It is merely a sigh . . . The universe has a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign; it has been neither rejuvenated nor upended. All is as it should be.

*

Standing there once again, in front of my old apartment and looking up at yours, all the memories flood back to me. Snippets of everyday jaunts and laughter, whispers and tears in strictest confidence, promises kept and promises broken. . .

And such fragile hearts. . .

I am thinking about that Saturday again and the ride on the Ferris Wheel after dark. How the wind was in your hair and how your blue eyes sparkled! How we laughed and laughed! Tilting in our seat together, rocking it back and forth, stalled at the very top for the longest. We did not care. It was so perfect. We were suspended there—swinging and happy, lost in time. . .I can still hear the steady pulsations of the nearby, exploding fireworks. . .It was my perfect memory. . .until THAT day. Was the Ferris Wheel day actually meant to lead up to the nude day? It seems it was then that I started falling for you—that I began to realize we really were more than friends. I can’t help but wonder what could have happened between us . . . if only. . .

On that one special nude day. . .Didn’t something almost happen? Or was it all just a dream day. . .

“Miss? Miss? Can I help you, Miss?” the young man is asking me. I realize I am biting my lip again; what must he think? “What? Oh no, that is quite all right. I think I have seen enough,” I say. I turn to take another last look up on Level 2. As I turn toward the breezeway, I feel the crisp, cool beginnings of the fall air, a welcome contrast to the usual oppressive heat of late summer which only feels it will go on forever. “Yes, well, here is our card. If you have any more questions, please feel free to give me a call.” I take the realtor’s card and absently put it into a pocket inside my purse. The ruse was enough to buy my ticket back. A round trip ticket back in time. . .

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A short story that was kicking around in my head. It’s fiction, not true, and not real. It was inspired by a story I read, but is an original work by me. If incest isn’t your cup of tea, you probably shouldn’t be looking in this section. I could extend this story, as I have some ideas, but I’ll leave that for the reader to decide. All rights reserved.

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CHAPTER ONE

Caitlyn O’Donnell started when her phone vibrated as she made her morning coffee on the Saturday after the ‘fuck & suck’ party at the office the previous night. She was tired and a little bit sore from all the sex, particularly taking on both Taj and Dylan’s big black cocks in her first-ever double-penetration.

The two 20-something thugs were enforcers for her boss Steve Ridgemont, and between the alcohol and Steve’s dominating presence, the married, late-30’s account executive wasn’t given a choice when instructed to service both men’s extremely large and arduously thick fuck tools.

Exhausted, she had slept in while her husband Patrick was up early to watch whatever golf tournament was on TV that morning. It was his usual weekend thing. The pretty wife and mother’s mid-40’s spouse would plant himself in the easy chair in the den with a Bloody Mary and not stir for hours.

Caitlyn hated that about her husband, who was an otherwise loving and attentive man, but he was addicted to watching golf on the weekends, and she had grown to accept it.

‘I wouldn’t mind it so much if he’d at least go out and play the damn game!’ She shook her head hopelessly.

“Good morning, hon,” Caitlyn called to Patrick from the kitchen, receiving only a grunt of recognition in return as his focus was entirely on the golf round.

‘Bzzzzz…,’ her cellphone buzzed a second time, indicating the arrival of a text message.

‘Blowjob,’ the simple message from Steve read.

“Oh, dear lord, this guy never quits,” she mumbled, nervous but curious about what the intimidating gray-haired company president had in mind for her now.

Her son Tim had arrived home late last night and was already in bed when she got back from her workplace sex romp. Nonetheless, it was his birthday, and Caitlyn expected, or at least hoped, to spend the day with him and her husband to celebrate his turning twenty-one.

‘Who? Where? When?’ Caitlyn promptly texted back, desperately hoping this was just a brief run to the office to suck off one of her unceasing master’s business associates so she could get back to her day without too much interruption.

The concerned matron waited anxiously for the response, clutching her scanty robe around her chest as her coffee cooled enough to drink.

It was shortly after 8:00 a.m., and she could see Patrick slouched in the chair from where she stood in the kitchen, but she also knew her husband’s attention would be pre-occupied by golf until the round ended sometime after lunch.

‘The sonofabitch might as well not even be here,’ she bemoaned to herself. ‘He doesn’t even notice I’m half-naked in this robe.’

Consistent with Steve’s instructions to dress in revealing attire to tease her son whenever he visited, Caitlyn took advantage of her husband’s distraction to dress in a thin cotton summer robe reaching only inches beneath her full, rounded ass encased in a pair of light pink cotton French-cut panties.

Caitlyn knew the snug fabric hugged her body appealingly. While not transparent enough to show the dusky rose of her wide areolas, without a bra there would be no mistaking the tips of her nipples poking against the material, or that she was otherwise naked except for the brief panties she wore beneath.

‘I can’t believe Tim hasn’t noticed something odd about the way I’ve been dressing when he visits,’ she marveled, deluding herself by his non-obvious reaction to her barely-there-wear that her respectful son didn’t think anything of it.

That was of course ridiculous, as Tim O’Donnell was a hormone-driven young man and, mother or not, Caitlyn was a voluptuous temptress with a natural red-headed beauty and bodacious body when decked out in little clothing.

‘Tim will be down soon,’ she worried when she heard the shower running upstairs.

Caitlyn hated teasing her son. She figured they could have coffee and she’d flash some cleavage at her boy as a ‘birthday present’ in fulfillment of her masters’ devious scheme to embarrass her by such impropriety…without showing too much.

‘Tim. Home. Today.’ Steve finally responded to her text after what seemed an eternity.

Caitlyn was floored. This had to be a mistake…or at least a miscommunication.

‘He must mean some other Tim,’ she convinced herself as panic set in. ‘He can’t mean my Tim.’

‘Tim who?’ Caitlyn furiously pounded out on the digital keyboard of her smart phone.

Another endless minute ensued during which the tantalizing green-eyed beauty felt her stomach turn nauseous. Caitlyn took a big gulp of coffee to calm herself down. Then the awful message came ardahan escort back, forcing her knees to buckle in shock and despair.

‘O’Donnell.’

‘NOOOOOOO…!!’ The 39-year-old mother screamed in her head, afraid to shout out loud and create a stir with her husband in the next room.

‘No…please!’ She typed back, then immediately sent a follow-up before Steve could even answer.

‘He’s my son! You can’t be serious?’ Caitlyn virtually begged through her distressed message.

More time passed, during which Caitlyn suffered an emotional turmoil unlike anything she’d experienced since her capitulation to her dominating boss and acceptance of her adultery as the price of her entrapment to his increasingly perverse demands.

‘Very serious.’ The two-word response spoke volumes and sealed the voluptuous misbehaving wife’s disturbing fate. Steve quickly followed with an additional instruction to cement his meaning.

‘Call it a b-day bj.’ The domineering businessman advised, leaving little doubt in the bereft woman’s mind she needed to comply.

“Hey, mom,” Tim entered the kitchen just at that moment, forcing Caitlyn to cut off the texting conversation and greet her son.

“Hi, sweetie. Happy Birthday!” Caitlyn plastered a smile on her worried face and leaned in to give her no-longer-a-child son a kiss and a hug.

Unintentionally, she pressed her big, loose boobs against his undershirt clad chest.

“Ummm…been up long?” Tim asked, shaking the cobwebs from his head as he deliberately tried not to stare openly at his half-nude but intoxicatingly beautiful mother.

“Ohhh, not too long,” she answered, faking a breezy tone to mask the butterflies in her stomach at today’s taboo assignment. “Just long enough to make some coffee. Want some, birthday boy…er…man?”

“Sure,” he answered haltingly.

Tim was pleasantly surprised to see his sexy mother was still dressing in such minimal clothing as she had started to do over the last few weeks. Nevertheless, he said nothing about her risqué morning outfit for fear she might go back to her usual ‘mom’ clothes.

As the strapping youth leaned against the kitchen counter in his pajama bottoms and undershirt, Caitlyn sifted through the horrible maze of her conflicting emotions, trying to reconcile herself to her unimaginable task.

The tormented mother’s feverish brain worked in anguish on the unfathomable problem of how in the world she would accomplish the perverse deed required by her unforgiving master.

‘I’ve got to just do it,’ she told herself. ‘Just do it…now…here.’

The distressed wife then furled her brow in disappointment that her husband could be so distracted by the golf match that his loving wife of over twenty years could suck off their son in the kitchen while he sat in the next room completely oblivious.

‘Hell, Patrick will never notice,’ she cursed her inattentive husband, assuring herself, ‘…don’t spend all day trying to figure out how to do the unthinkable.’

‘Just drop to your knees and do it,’ Caitlyn convinced herself. ‘You can suffer the recriminations later.’

“So, my sweet Tim has turned twenty-one,” she returned the conversation to her son as a plan formed spontaneously in her mind.

“Quite the man he is too,” she complimented her admittedly handsome young son, giving him a not-so-motherly once over like a true cougar examining her next meal, which was closer to the truth than she cared to admit.

“Tall and good-looking. I’m sure you have to fight the girls off at college,” Caitlyn teased with wink of her penetrating eye.

“I don’t know if I’d go that far,” the abashed youth declared at the awkward statement by his loving mother. “I do okay.”

“Yeah, I’ll just bet you do,” Caitlyn replied with eyebrows raised teasingly.

A huskiness in her voice spoke of her unnatural intentions, and possibly of the improper arousal growing in her pussy at the torrid thought of what she was about to do…of sucking off her own son.

‘Jeez, I really am becoming a slut,’ the corrupted mother chastised herself at the rising warmth spreading throughout her pelvis, but dutifully continued with her twisted plot.

“So, young man, I was thinking, since your father is clearly preoccupied with the golf tournament and won’t return to the world of the living for a few more hours,” Caitlyn dove in full bore with reckless abandon, “…that maybe I should give you your present now…just from me.”

“Oh, that’s okay, mom,” Tim volunteered, wanting to be the good, accommodating son he’d always been. “I can wait until dad’s match is finished.”

“Well, Tim…sweetheart, this is a special present,” Caitlyn cooed in her best sexy voice. “I don’t think we should wait until your father rejoins the family.”

“Why not? I don’t understand the big deal,” her confused son countered good-naturedly. “He’s just in the den. We can call him in now, or we can wait.”

“Ummm…it’s adıyaman escort just that…well, it’s probably best for me to give it to you with your father busy watching golf,” Caitlyn stammered momentarily, afraid to bluntly tell her son what she planned as his gift.

“I’m not sure your dad would approve,” she advised seriously to bolster her point.

“What? Not approve?” Tim was really lost. “Why wouldn’t he approve? What is it? What’s your gift?”

Exasperated, and knowing she had to break the ice and tell her son sooner or later, Caitlyn realized there was no point in delaying the inevitable any further.

Pressing her hands against Tim’s strong chest, his gorgeous, compromised mother placed her lush lips to his ear to quietly reveal her perverse intent, making certain her husband wouldn’t hear despite his obsessive focus on the tournament in the next room.

“A blowjob from your mother,” she whispered seductively, then immediately pulled away with fortuitous timing as her astonished son nearly spit his coffee all over her face.

“WHAT?!!” Tim gulped dumbfounded, uncertain if he’d heard his strange acting mother correctly.

“You heard me, Timothy,” Caitlyn scolded saucily, “…or do you just want to hear me say it again?”

After a stunned pause, she took up the unanswered challenge.

“Okay, how about this?” Caitlyn queried with forced confidence. “Your loving mother wants to wrap her wet lips around her big boy’s stiff cock and give him the very best blowjob she can for his birthday.”

By this time, Caitlyn had undone the tie to her bathrobe and slipped the lightweight garment off her shoulders to fall at her feet, leaving her standing before her son’s wide eyes in only her pink cotton panties and a difficult-to-maintain smile.

“Oh shit,” Tim mumbled when his striking mother stood nearly nude before him.

As one would expect, Tim had never seen his mother’s breasts before now, although he had certainly caught an eyeful of their size and shape as she flaunted herself in the minimal attire of the last few weeks.

Caitlyn’s tits were nothing less than spectacular – large and buoyantly uplifted from her lightly freckled chest, the generous D-cup globes hung suspended above her slender ribcage, milky pale while topped with two-inch wide rose-pink areolae crinkled with her own arousal to form puckered ¾” eraser tips.

It was all he could do to not reach out and touch her lovely big melons. Still, even under the unusual circumstances of her offering to blow him, a lifetime of societal conditioning prevented the reverential young man from making such a forward move…yet.

Nonetheless, the idea indecently crossed his mind in no uncertain terms.

‘Wow, mom has a great set of jugs,’ he thought inappropriately, ogling Caitlyn’s magnificent breasts forthrightly, and unable to turn away from the marvelous display by his mother.

‘She’d give the college girls a run for their money,’ he honestly appraised, ‘and they’re half her age.’

Caitlyn’s skin was ivory cream flushed scarlet with her embarrassed nervousness, and her body was all curves – flaring at the hips where the French-cut panty’s waistband clung from the gentle roundness of her tummy, up to the full, doughy plumpness of her large breasts.

Heavy and quivering with her halting breaths, the impressive pair rose and fell even as Caitlyn froze momentarily for her son’s perusal…and unspoken approval.

‘Oh, lord, here goes,’ she thought before trying again to convince herself, knowing she couldn’t afford to wait too long. ‘You can do this, Caity.’

Dropping to the cool tile floor, Caitlyn proceeded to follow-through on her promised gift before her son came to his senses or she lost her nerve. The one thing she was confident in was her distracted husband would never realize she was on her knees in the kitchen taking their only son’s cock into her mouth.

Caitlyn believed Tim was basically a good kid, and that he understood getting head from his mother was morally and societally reprehensible.

She also knew Tim was a horny college kid, just like any other young man his age, and assumed if she got started before he adjusted to what was happening, he would succumb to his mother’s suckling lips to become putty in her hands…or mouth, as it were.

“Hmmm…impressive,” Caitlyn looked up at her stunned young son with sincerely fawning appreciation for his manhood, which rose immediately at the first mention of her obscene proposal to press prominently against the loose fabric of his cotton pajama bottoms.

“Thick too…I like thick cocks,” she commented salaciously, indecently taking the dense column of expanding fuck meat between the thumb and fingers of her left hand to lightly squeeze in confirmation.

“Unnh…,” Tim issued a low groan at the first touch, albeit through his pajamas, of his responsive cock.

“I wonder if mom can karabük escort make it any harder?” Caitlyn asked lewdly, purposefully using the word ‘mom’ for shameful added effect.

Drawing down the elastic waistband of her son’s pants to pop the straining tip of his swollen cockhead from the cloth, the purplish knob was quickly followed by his nearly-erect shaft as the newly-freed pole bobbed and danced with its freedom in the warm air of the kitchen.

“Ohhh, Timmy, what a lovely cock,” his wondrous mother marveled obscenely with uncomfortable enthusiasm at the vision of her baby boy’s firm tool, unwittingly using his childhood name to add emphasis to the torrid nature of the nasty move.

“I should have sucked my boy a long time ago,” Caitlyn mewled disgracefully, seeking to raise her son’s ardor and confidence with the improper regret, “…but I guess you really are a man now.”

Tim leaned against the granite countertop paralyzed to inaction as his sweet but desirable mother studied his solid meat with loving admiration, then presumptuously took the stiff rod into her clasping hand to stroke once or twice in the warm envelope of her soft palm to test her theory about him growing harder.

“Oops, look what mom did,” she giggled girlishly, as her question was answered in the affirmative when Tim’s increasing member grew rock solid in her delectable hand, with her nimble fingers encircling the veined shaft and drawing up its length to erotically curl over and around the sensitive head.

“I guess I’m committed now,” Caitlyn huffed with feigned resignation, then unexpectedly swiped her tongue cleanly across the expansive crown to her son’s delight, while causing her own stomach to flutter with the forbidden nature of the act.

“Uhhh…,” a sigh of shock, but also contentment, raced through Tim.

Caitlyn breathed deep to calm her unsteady nerves as she bizarrely experienced the wonderful suppleness of her son’s warm cock knob on her tongue for the first time, with the tensile flat surface drawing a dot of his salty-sweet precum to be consumed in the process.

It was an incestuous event neither had ever contemplated, and sent a mix of emotions through both mother and son, with each staring the other in the eye in confusion and wonderment.

That momentary lapse didn’t deter either, and Tim melted into the countertop as his scandalous mother took the flared rim of his cockhead fully between her sumptuous lips and swirled her tongue again around the tensing surface like a hooker in the red-light district.

“Mmmmm…,” Caitlyn sighed from her knees with the pulsing tip captured in the oval of her wide-stretched mouth.

‘Holy shit, I never knew mom was so…slutty,’ Tim inhaled with a tremor, gazing with amazement at the tip of his stalwart cock between his mother’s pink lips and luxuriating in the feel of her tongue bathing his crown.

From that point on Tim was lost, and wouldn’t dream of ‘doing the right thing’ by stopping his mother from sucking his cock.

Caitlyn was equally committed, and having broken the seal by taking her adult son’s vibrant cockhead into her mouth, proceeded to descend his 7″ pole inch-by-inch to consume Tim’s impressive length three-quarters of the way.

‘He’s mine,’ she knew, both literally and figuratively. Backing off to get her bearings, Caitlyn was now confident of her son’s compliance with his mother’s blowjob.

Settling herself into the act of gradually swallowing more and more of his ardent pole, Tim’s gorgeous red-headed mother engulfed the fleshy span until the curly auburn hairs covering his pubis tickled her upper lip and his pliable cockhead pushed to enter her throat insistently.

“Ohhh, shit, mom…,” Tim moaned his satisfaction at his mother’s technique.

Caitlyn eased into a regular, attentive bob up and down the full measure of her surrendering son’s fierce hard-on, applying suction as she withdrew to the tip, and then gobbling down the steely meat to the sound of another groan from her captive prey.

“Unnhhh…ohhh…,” Tim wordlessly signaled Caitlyn he enjoyed her birthday present tremendously, despite, or perhaps because, she was his mother.

Mother and son, the O’Donnell’s traveled the path of the incestuous act without further recriminations, at least for the moment. Caitlyn decided that if she had to…and she did, she’d give her son the best birthday present he’d ever had, or may ever get…a lovingly wet blowjob from his talented mother.

“Ahhh…yesss…ohhh, mom, like that! Suck me…suck me like that…,” Tim pleaded in hushed tones, seeking to keep the illicit blowjob a secret from his father in the next room.

Dutifully, Caitlyn glided her mouth up and down his urgent shaft like a piston – licking, sucking and even grazing her teeth delicately along the length of his palpitating shaft as she withdrew. Tim had never experienced anything like his mother’s oral expertise from the girls at college.

“Unnh…unnh…ohhh, mommm…,” he cried out his pleasure to warn of his building arousal.

Just when she had him on the edge, Caitlyn did the unusual act of dropping her lips to his hairy nut sack and running her tongue all along the fleshy pouch, coating the wrinkled surface with her saliva, and even lifting each cum-laden ball on her tongue to test its weight and size.

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