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There are no underage characters in this story. All characters portrayed are over 18-years-old.

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Horny brother pays his sister to strip naked and to suck him and to fuck him.

Continued from Chapter 02:

Yet, kettle black, she should talk about him being a sexual pervert. He had heard stories of how wild his sister, Jennifer, was during her Spring Break weeks all through college. He had heard about her winning a variety of wet T-shirt contests by exposing her naked breasts and even all of her naked body to a huge audience of drunken, horny men. He had heard about her having drunken circle jerks, gangbangs, and receiving cum filled facials. When drunk and/or drugged out of her mind, surprised she was never made pregnant, he had heard stories of her being passed around as the sexual entertainment at dorm parties too.

“I can’t help it if I’m popular,” as his sister had previously said. She may have well said, “I can’t help it if I’m a whore. I can’t help it if I love cock. I can’t help it if I love to suck and fuck a variety of different men.”

As much as he heard about his sister being sexually wild, he heard about his mother being sexually wild too. Apparently, his mother, Jessica, was no angel either. A beautiful, sexy, and shapely woman when she was his sister’s age, he overheard his mother talking on the phone to her friends about her sexual experiences when she was younger. A party girl back then in the late 70’s and early 80’s, she enjoyed talking about her favorite nightspot, Studio 54. Now that he knew so much about his sister’s and his mother’s sexual background, he wondered about his grandmother’ sexual background too. He wondered why she was such a whore too.

For her to walk around him naked, for her to stare at his expose cock in the shameless way she does, she was definitely a whore too. Needing to ask her one day when she had one too many glasses of sherry, he heard she served cocktails at a Playboy Club as a Playboy Bunny in New York back in the late 60’s. He heard she was an exotic dancer, a stripper, and a prostitute during the wild, sexual revolution days of the 70’s too.

In the same slutty way his grandmother whored around him when walking around him in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked, he wished he could say the same about his mother’s and his sister’s sexual behavior too. He wished his sister and mother would walk around him in the panties and bras, topless, or naked too. He wished his sister and mother would always know when he was masturbating and cumming and barge in his room. He wished his sister and mother would stare at his cock with incestuous lust and sexual excitement in the way his grandmother always does.

Here he is living with two sluts, two dirty whores, and he was still unable to see either one of them without their clothes. He wished his sister and his mother were both as immorally immodest as his grandmother. He wished his sister and his mother were both incestuous whores as his grandmother obviously was and was eager to be. In the way his grandmother walked around him unashamed and unembarrassed, she gave him plenty of material to masturbate over.

If only his mother and sister were as incestuously uninhibited as his grandmother, he’d have a field day ogling his mother’s and his sister’s underwear clad, topless, and/or naked bodies. If only his sister and mother were incestuous exhibitionists in the way they were exhibitionists for men who weren’t blood related to them, he’d see more of them. Definitely, if they walked around him in their underwear, topless, and/or naked, he wouldn’t be as horny and/or sexually frustrated, or would he?

Like grandmother, like mother, and like daughter, just as his grandmother was a whore, his mother was a whore, and his sister was a whore too. Only, knowing that his grandmother could be easily persuaded, he wondered if either his hot sister or his MILF of a mother could be persuaded to be incestuous whores too for the right price. Just as he’d love nothing more than to have sex with his sister, he’d love nothing more than to have sex with his mother too. With his luck, the only one in the family who’d give him incestuous sex would be his grandmother and, no doubt, she’d give him sex for free.

‘Gross,’ he thought to himself while thinking of his grandmother’s big, sagging breasts hanging down to her waist. ‘Disgusting,’ he thought while thinking of his grandmother’s fallen ass, her wrinkled legs, and her hairy forest of a brown pussy. In the way that his grandmother was such a free spirit and so funny, she reminded him of the Playboy magazine cartoon granny of old who always walked around without her clothes. Still, he couldn’t help himself from getting an erection when thinking about her stroking his cock while giving him a gum job.

Chapter 03:

Even though he’d love nothing more than to have incestuous sex with his sister, Jason knew that his sister would never have incestuous sex with him. Even though he’d love nothing more than to have incestuous zonguldak escort sex with his mother, Jason knew that his mother would never have incestuous sex with him. Even though they were both whores who would suck and fuck practically anyone, especially for money, they weren’t incestuous whores. Sadly, and sexually frustratingly, they’d never suck and fuck him. Sadly, and sexually frustratingly, they weren’t sexually attracted to him in the way that he was sexually attracted to his sister and his mother. Yet, being that they both wanted and needed money, maybe they’d suck and fuck him for money.

Taking his incestuous debauchery, a step further, a sexual fantasy come true, he’d love nothing more than to have sex with his sexy sister and his MILF of a mother together as a threesome. Only, nothing more than an outrageous, sexual fantasy, just as he’d never have sex with his sister and/or his mother, he’d never have sex with his sister and mother as a threesome. They’d never go for any of that. Yet, even before having sex with both his sister and mother, a dream, sexual fantasy come true, he’d love to watch them having incestuous, lesbian sex with one another.

‘Wow! How hot would that be to watch my sister going down on my mother and my mother going down on my sister,’ he thought. ‘I’d pay to see that,’ he said to himself with a dirty laugh.

Obviously nothing more than a sexual fantasy, just as his sister would never have sex with him, his sister would never have sex with her mother either. Nothing more than a sexual fantasy, just as his mother would never have sex with him, his mother would never have sex with her daughter either. That’s just a crazy an over-the-top incestuous, sexual fantasy that he had. His incestuous perversion to see his sister and mother naked and have sex with them was getting in the way of his commonsense. Only, a dealmaker, perhaps if he offered them enough money, maybe they’d have sex with one another before having sex with him. Anyone will do anything for money even his sister and his mother, especially his sister and his mother.

Unable to stop masturbating over the thoughts of having sex with his sexy sister, his MILF of a mother, both of them together, and them having sex with one another, he was so very sexually frustrated. Yet, for the right about of money, maybe they’d have incestuous sex with him. For the right amount of money, maybe they’d agree to have an incestuous threesome. For the right amount of money, maybe they’d agree to have incestuous, lesbian sex with one another. For the right amount of money maybe he could convince his sister and his mother to be his incestuous whores, if only for one night or hopefully for even longer.

Yes, that’s it, of course. It’s all about the money, isn’t it? For money, he may have a chance to have sex with his sister. For money, he may have a chance to have sex with his mother. For money, he may have a chance to have sex with his sister and with his mother. For money, maybe his sister and his mother would have sex with one another before having sex with him. Playing the endless possibilities over in his mind, his sexual fantasies repeated themselves as if it was an endless, pornographic video loop. He couldn’t stop thinking about seeing his sister and his mother naked and having sex with their naked bodies after they had sex with one another.

‘Oh, my God, a game changer and a lifesaver, I’m so glad I found that bagful of money,’ he thought. ‘I had no chance of ever seeing my sister and/or my mother naked before. I had no chance of ever having sex with my sister and/or mother before. I had no chance of seeing my sister and mother having lesbian sex before. Yet, now, with me holding all of the cards and holding all of the cash in our little incestuous game of strip, suck, and fuck, maybe they’d be more amenable to having sex with me.’

With money the key to fulfilling and satisfying his incestuous lust and desire for his sister and for his mother, for enough money, any woman would have sex with any man, even if that man was her brother and/or her son. For enough money, any woman would have sex with any woman, even if that woman was her daughter or her mother. For enough money, he hoped to make his sister his sexy, incestuous bitch. For enough money, he hoped to make his MILF of a mother, his sexy incestuous whore too.

Sex and money, unable to separate the two, whether married or single, boyfriend and girlfriend, husband and wife, brother and sister, son and mother, or daughter and mother, sex is about money. When the façade of love, romance, and even holy matrimony is stripped away, sex is about money. When getting right down to the sexual needs of a man and the financial needs of a woman, sex is all about money. Sex is only about money. It’s the rare exception that sex and money are not the common denominator in a sexual relationship.

‘She loves me, she loves me not,’ he thought his foolish thoughts. ‘Depending on how much fethiye escort I pay her, she sucks me, she sucks me not. Again, depending on how much money I give her, she fucks me, she fucks me not.’

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Now that he was thinking more about seeing his sister and his mother without their clothes, he wished he had installed a tiny, hidden camera in his sister’s bedroom and/or in his mother’s bedroom. Connected to his computer, he could have watched the live feed of them dressing, undressing, and masturbating themselves. He could even have hidden a tiny camera in the bathroom too to watch them strip naked, shower, bathe, and masturbate themselves. How hot would that be to watch them washing their dirty, naked bodies while he stroked his cock? How hot would that be to watch them without his sister and/or his mother knowing that he was watching them while masturbating himself over them?

Alas, instead of having hidden cameras in their bedrooms and in their bathrooms, he did it the old fashioned way. Unable to know what his sister was doing in her bedroom, he pressed his ear to her bedroom door to listen. Trying to discern and distinguish what it sounded like to hear her removing her clothes from all of the other sounds she was making in her room, he waited and listened. As if he was listening for sounds of human life after a building collapsed, he listened intently. Only, with her playing her radio too loudly, it was difficult for him to hear anything but music.

Filled with incestuous lust and sexual anticipation, he imagined her stripping off her clothes to the music as if she was a stripper on stage. Practicing for her next wet T-shirt contest that she always won by bouncing and jiggling her big, naked, shapely breasts, and gyrating her hot hips, he imagined her pretending to do one of her wet T-shirt, winning dances. With his imagination heightened by his impatience and with him not wanting to miss his chance of seeing her standing behind her bedroom door in her panties and bra, topless, or naked, ready or not, here he comes.

He was about to burst open her bedroom door without warning and without knocking. With his hand poised on her doorknob, ready to quietly and quickly push open her door to see his sister without her clothes, he waited. Only, unable to wait any longer, not wanting to miss the opportunity of seeing her without her clothes, ready to turn her doorknob without making a sound, he stood poised by her bedroom door and impatiently listened. Unable to wait any longer, quietly and quickly, he turned her doorknob while pushing open her bedroom door at the same time as if he was fleeing a fire. Hoping to see her as if she was a deer in headlights, he burst in her room hoping to see her in her bra and panties, topless, or naked.

‘Damn! Shit! Fuck! God damn it! Motherfucker. What the Hell? What the fuck? Are you kidding me? She’s still dressed,’ he silently said to himself. ‘Frigging bitch. Frigging whore. What the Hell was she doing in there all that time? Why did it take her so long to remove her frigging clothes? Are you kidding me? All of this for nothing.’

Only, with him impatiently deranged to see his sister in her panties and bra, topless, and/or naked, it had only been a few minutes since he followed his sexy sister up the stairs. A dozen thoughts ran through his mind in the way of a runaway, freight train traveling down the tracks at 100 mph. Hoping that he’d catch his sister without her clothes, as if he was too early for the party, he was so utterly disappointed. He couldn’t believe she was still dressed.

At the very least, he thought he would have caught her in her bra and panties. Obviously, he was premature in barging in her room. Obviously, he should have waited a minute longer. Had he waited, maybe he would have caught her topless or naked even. Just his luck. The only luck he ever had was finding that bag of money. Only, as if delivered by God, no doubt meant fo someone else, that bag found him.

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His sister, Jennifer, stared at him with anger in the way he stared at her with lust.

“Hoping to see me in my bra and panties, you thought I’d be standing here in my underwear, didn’t you?” She laughed while cupping her breasts through her blouse and bra. “Hoping to see my tits, you thought I’d be standing here topless, didn’t you?” She laughed again. “Hoping to see my naked ass, my naked tits, and my naked pussy, you thought I’d be standing here naked, didn’t you?” She ran a slow purposely hand across her big breasts, down between her legs to her pussy, and behind her all over her shapely ass. “Sorry to disappoint you, Jason, but I heard sneaking up the stairs and creeping in the hall before even hearing your nervous hand rattle my doorknob,” she laughed again. This time she laughed annoyingly loud.

Her fingers were still poised on the buttons of her blouse when her creepy brother barged in alanya escort her bedroom without knocking. Obviously, just as she had just confessed to her 20-year-old brother, 23-year-old Jennifer was just about to get undressed. Surprised that she heard him and shocked that she knew he was there, he thought he was so quiet, but obviously he wasn’t. With his incestuous lust for his sister and for his mother getting in the way of his rational thoughts, he was such a perverted fool to think that he was smarter than his sister and/or his mother. Hell, with his grandmother smarter than he was, even his grandmother got the drop on him by always catching him masturbating himself at exactly the right moment when he was cumming.

“No, um, I wasn’t trying to catch you naked,” he said lying. “I, um, just had something important to ask you,” he said. “You probably didn’t hear me knock on your door because your music was so loud,” he said avoiding making eye contact with her while lying again.

With her not born yesterday, accustomed to him creeping around the house and in his futile attempts to see her without her clothes, she obviously knew he didn’t knock at her bedroom door. Even with the music playing, and with her attuned to that sort of sound, undoubtedly, she would have heard him knocking. Jennifer had stopped herself from unbuttoning her blouse when she, no doubt, heard a sound outside of her bedroom door. Surprisingly, with her such an exhibitionist to strip topless and/or naked for wet T-shirt contests, pretending she didn’t hear him, one would think that she wouldn’t mind showing her kid brother her underwear clad, topless, or naked body. Yet, obviously and unfortunately for her little brother, she drew her line of whoredom at incest.

Sure enough, just as she had obviously suspected for her to stop undressing, that he was there ready to invade her privacy, it was him, jerky Jason, is what she called him, standing outside of her bedroom door poised to enter. Always sneaking around the house trying to catch her and her mother without their clothes, always trying to see something he shouldn’t see of them, he was such a perverted nuisance. If nothing else, with him so predictable in his incestuous horniness, as much as he was annoying, he was entertaining. If only he wasn’t her brother, no doubt, she’d enjoy sexually teasing him in the way she sexually teased all of her boyfriends.

If he wasn’t trying to peek up his sister’s short skirt at her panties, he was trying to look down her low cut top at her cleavage and bra. Just as she told her friends, she wrote the same thoughts in her diary. She was tempted to flash her brother her topless or naked body just once to see his reaction. Only, instead of making him feel embarrassed and/or ashamed, a big mistake for her to do that, no doubt, she’d make him feel sexually excited. No doubt, by showing him something he shouldn’t see of her, instead of stopping him from ogling her and leering at her, she’d more inflame his sexual attraction to her and lustful desire for her.

Barging in her room without knocking as he had a habit of doing lately, especially since she moved back home after graduating college, her 20-year-old brother, Jason, opened her bedroom door and closed it behind him. She could have locked her door but she didn’t. He wasn’t dangerous, just annoying, and, with them growing up and living in the same house together, she wasn’t afraid of her own brother. It wasn’t as if he’d rape her. If he was going to rape her, he would have tried to do that long ago but Jason wasn’t a rapist. Just a big, lovable goof, he wasn’t violent. Besides, with him not the first man who tried to sexually assault her, if he tried anything, she’d beat the shit out of him.

Yet, bizarrely weird, if it wasn’t creepy enough that he opened her bedroom door without knocking, it was even creepier that he closed her bedroom door behind him. As if she had invited him inside of her room, he stood in front of her closed, bedroom door staring at her. The last thing she wanted was to be alone with her degenerate brother in a small, enclosed space. Rightly so in her suspicion of him, with him looking at her as if she was a prostitute instead of his sister, she didn’t trust him to behave.

“Get out of my room, you little pervert. I was just about to get undressed,” she said. Then, as if changing her mind to have a bit of sexy fun with him, she goaded him while teasing him by unbuttoning one of the buttons on her blouse. She pushed the cotton material of her blouse back enough to show him her long, sexy line of cleavage. “Had you waited another minute, you would have caught me in my bra and panties,” she said taunting him with a big sister laugh.

He stared at his sister as if he was a starving man hungry for food instead of a horny brother hungry for incestuous sex from his sexy sister. He stared at his sister’s long line of cleavage as if he had never see a woman’s cleavage before.

“I would have liked to have seen you standing there in your bra and panties,” he said.

She reached her hand down to play with the hem of her short skirt as if she was a little girl. As if checking for a loose stitch, she gave him a sexy smile while lifting the hem of her short skirt to show him more of her shapely thigh. If only she had lifted her skirt just an inch higher, she would have flashed him her panties.

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I woke up snug in my bed, glad to be home from college for break. My open window wafted in the scent of autumn leaves, and I could practically smell pumpkin. It was October 31st, Halloween- my favorite day of the year.

Jumping out of bed, I went to try on my outfit again. This year I was staying in and passing out treats, watching the house while my parents went to Mrs. Hendrickson’s annual Halloween party. I quickly stripped, taking a little time to admire my body in the mirror. My long brunette hair fell inches below my perky and up-turned perfect C-cups. My tummy was flat and toned from years of cross-country racing, and my legs and pert bum showed the definition of my hard training. It was true, my butt had gotten a bit bigger at college, but it jiggled in a seductive manner that I was totally fine with. I pulled my costume out, a simple and modest princess dress, complete with a tiara. Putting it on, I looked like any little girl’s vision of a beautiful royal. Giving a spin, I gave an approving nod and a squeal. Halloween night was almost here!

The hours ticked by and finally it was time to change. I excitedly dolled myself up, and I was just finishing up the final touches when I heard a knock at my bedroom door.

“Come in!” I cheerily said.

My mother slowly lurched in, and I could instantly tell she wasn’t feeling well. She was a tiny woman, 3 inches and about 20 pounds lighter than my 5’4, 120 pound frame. Her face was a curious green color and her hair in a ratty ponytail.

“Hey, there, Bella,” she weakly croaked, “Change of plans. I need you to go with your father to the Hendrickson’s. I feel too sick, so you’ll need to wear my costume so we can hopefully win the couple’s costume again this year.”

“But Mom! I had plans! And don’t you need someone to take care of you?” I cried.

“No, I really just need to lie down. And please don’t fight me on this, just do what I say. I’m not up for an argument. Your costume is in the bathroom. And hurry, your dad wants to leave soon.”

With that, she walked away, ending the conversation. I gave a useless sigh and headed towards the bathroom. I already knew there was no arguing with her, even though I was sure that her costume would barely fit on me. I would just have to make do. Entering the bathroom, I scanned for the costume, and finally noticed a tiny heap of fabric on the top of the toilet tank. The first piece was a tiny, flesh-colored bikini, followed by the second piece, a tiny pair of flesh-colored underwear with decorative leaves as a flimsy skirt surrounding it. Next to the pile was a shiny fake red apple. What the hell was this?

“Bella, hurry up!” I heard my father bellow.

I threw the “outfit”, if you could call it that, on quickly. I looked in the mirror and audibly shrieked in horror. The top stretched kastamonu escort across my bulging breasts, and my nipples were clearly outlined through the fabric. It was so tight that it was almost sheer, and I was sure a hint of areola was visible. The bottoms weren’t much better. It was so skimpy it barely covered my pussy, but the skirt kept it from being indecent. I picked up the apple and that’s when it hit me-Adam and Eve! My parents were going as history’s oldest couple.

“Now!” I heard downstairs again.

Unclasping my hair, I let it fall in an attempt to cover my breasts. I ran by my room to grab a long jacket for the ride and hoped it would all be over soon.

I ran downstairs, and not seeing dad, realized he must have gone to start the car. Making sure my jacket was buttoned up tight around me, I got in the car and shut the door.

“Sorry for the rush, kiddo! Heard it was already packed at the Hendrickson’s!” He reached over and absent-mindedly ruffled my hair as he sped off on the road.

I looked over at him and my jaw-dropped. My dad was always a handsome man, with olive skin and a full-head of chocolate covered hair. When I was younger, I was convinced he was a Greek god. But today he looked even more ravishing, if at all possible. His broad chest and six-pack showed that he clearly hadn’t been neglecting the gym while I was away at my first year of college. His muscles cut a V-shape right above his groin, and to my surprise I saw he was wearing a teeny-tiny Speedo with a decorative leaf placed over his groin. The leaf tried it’s hardest, but there was no way it could cover my dad’s huge package. Yuck! Did I just notice my dad’s bulge? I shook my head to get the image out of my brain.

We pulled into the Hendrickson’s and that’s when I yelped, “Dad! Wait! My costume…it’s not going to work. It looks indecent on me.”

He looked at me quizzically and said, “Well, it didn’t look bad on your mother! But if you’re uncomfortable, let me take a look at it and we’ll see what we can do.”

I smiled, instantly feeling relieved. Dad always knew how to take care of me, and I trusted him no matter what. I unbuttoned my coat, feeling a little shy as my heaving chest was exposed, followed by my smooth tummy and tiny bottoms. The bottoms were so tight on my pussy that the line of my puffy pussy was clearly shown, and I awkwardly smoothed them out, hoping he didn’t notice.

“And see, the back is even worse!” I said, twisting to point my butt in his direction. I could feel the tight fabric had revealed even more, pointing practically a bull’s-eye to my pussy. I was a little embarrassed, but I knew Dad wouldn’t judge me.

He cleared his throat as I sat back down in my seat, and I noticed his face was a bit flushed. kayseri escort He said gruffly, “Well, honey, I see your point. I don’t think the front is as bad as the back, that’s for sure. But if we don’t show up to the party for a little, your mom will be very disappointed that we didn’t even try to win, after all the hard work she put into these costumes. So what do you say we go to the party, and I’ll walk behind you very closely to shield your little bottom? We’ll be there an hour or two, tops. I promise.”

“Thanks, dad!” I said, leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek. I accidentally brushed my breasts against his chest as I did so, and felt that my nipples had grown rock-hard, probably because it was chilly outside. Dad jolted back and practically leaped out of the car, and I got out, confused. What was his deal? I got out of the car myself, and he came and stood awkwardly behind me.

“Okay, sweetie, let’s sit you on a couch so no one can see that bum of yours.” He said, acting as if everything was normal.

I walked through the door, trying to ignore the fact that when I saw my dad outside the car, he had brought along a semi-erection. There had to be a good reason for it, and hopefully it wasn’t my costume. We were greeted by a swarm of revelers and several glasses of champagne and praise for our costumes from Mrs. Hendrickson. Dad stayed close behind me, and I felt him accidentally bump his semi into to me multiple times. As the night grew on, he only seemed to get harder, I assume because of all the scantily-clad party-goers. The night carried on, and it got more crowded and wild as everyone became drunker. The music blared, but the champagne had hit me and I grew a little tired.

“Dad, can we sit down now for a little? I’m a little tipsy.” I whined in his ear.

He wrapped his arms around me from behind, and we pushed through the crowd to a crowded couch. There was barely room for one, and drunkenly, I thought it would be funny to plop us both down on the couch. I rocked back and pushed with my body weight, and my dad fell backwards onto the couch, pulling me with him. As soon as we fell on the couch, I knew it had been a terrible idea. Somehow, when we fell, my dad’s hard cock escaped his shorts, pressing onto the thin line of my panties that clung to my puss. We both froze, and I turned to look at him.

“Dad?” I questioned.

“Bella, I am so sorry. It was an accident!” he whispered in my ear.

“I know, I know! How do we fix this? If I get up everyone will see your penis!” I whispered back.

“Just… just sit up, and I’ll try to tuck it back in, okay?” he frantically said.

Without hesitating, I leaned up, and felt my dad’s dick spring up, nudging aside my panties and pushing against my opening. kıbrıs escort It was a slight tease, and I could instantly feel myself begin to dampen against my will. I could feel my dad’s hand reach to adjust himself, when suddenly a drunken man dressed as a clown bumped into me. I fell, and I fell hard- right on my dad’s stiff cock. He forced himself through my opening, splitting me in two. I was so full, so incredibly full, and I could feel every pulse and twitch of his cock inside me. I was so wet I could feel moisture pooling on the base of his dick. It was horribly amazing, feeling more stretched than I ever have, with daddy dick buried deep inside me and my clit on fire. I felt dizzy with lust and the fact that it was my dad seemed to fade away.

“Bella! My god! I don’t know what to do!” he groaned beneath me.

“I do, Daddy,” I said huskily, grinding on his lap and hoping he didn’t notice. Putting my hands on his legs, I lifted up, savoring the feeling of him sliding against my walls. Pretending to try to free myself, I let my hands slip off his legs and slammed back down on him. I felt him jump inside me.

“An accident, Dad! I’m trying to get off!” I cried. Hopefully he realized too late what I meant by “get off”. Lifting up again, I slid back down, this time too lost in pleasure to worry about the fact that I was fucking my dad. I kept my face still, hoping no one noticed me fidgeting around on my dad’s lap.

“Bella…what are you doing?” he half-yelped.

Ignoring him, I began to pick up the pace, bobbing up and down, pretending I was dancing to the music. Nobody could tell that a daughter was fucking her dad right in front of them. I only paused to grind my clit on his leg. I could hear my dad’s breathing grow staggered, and he began chanting, “Please…please…Bella…no”. His dick had other desires, as I felt it began to swell and pulse inside me anymore, feeling bigger than ever. My dad was just an instrument, and I needed to use him no matter the cost. My fingers and toes began to tingle, and suddenly, my vision whited out and my orgasm exploded through my entire body. I felt my pussy begin to milk my dad’s cock, and then spurts of his seed began to drench my tunnel. He came forever, and with every spurt I felt a wave of orgasms take over my body. I fell back limp against his check, and his spent member slid out of me and lay against my slick and soft pussy. I turned to look at him with a smile on my face, but was met with a glare.

“Dad, I’m-“

“Enough. Off of me. This never happened and you will most definitely be punished.”

He reached a hand between us to shove his cock back into his shorts, and then pushed me up and off him, striding out the door in a rage. I stood there, shocked, my dad’s cum dripping out of my pussy onto my leg. With a jolt, I remembered where I was, and quickly adjusted myself as best as I could. I made my way through the party, hoping no one had seen him scold me. I had fucked my dad against his will and I deserved whatever punishment he decided to give me-but my sore pussy full of my daddy’s seed told me that it didn’t mean I couldn’t figure out some way to get him to change his mind.

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Many thanks, once again, to tangentjoker who edited this story.

This part of the John and Carol story can probably stand alone. But for background, I would suggest you read parts 1&2.

This story is fiction. It is about an incestuous relationship. All the characters are aged eighteen or older. It also contains an episode that some might consider non-consent but I am not sure that it qualifies as such.

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Grandma was wearing only a tank top and shorts with moderately high heels. The shorts showed her ass and her long legs to perfection. The heels emphasized their sculptured perfection. The tank top showed off her breasts. They were only the size of large oranges but they looked nice on her. She had dabbed on a touch of perfume. It made her smell alluring.

Grandma hadn’t dated any men since her husband’s death. I remembered him fondly. He had taken the place of my own father many times. Even though Grandma didn’t seem to have an interest in any men she exercised regularly and kept herself trim.

Grandma’s name was Catherine. Usually she went by Cathy. She was about 5′ 10″ and, as I mentioned, quite shapely. She had a pretty face with short blonde hair. I thought the hair was dyed.

Grandma sat at the table with us after hugs from Mom and me. I offered her a drink. She said that would be nice. I asked Mom if she’d like one, too. She said she would but make it weak.

I didn’t make Grandma’s weak. I did Mom’s, though. Myself, I stuck with iced tea. I would have a drink on occasion but I didn’t think this was the time for it.

Grandma took a healthy sip of her drink.

“I almost didn’t come,” she said. “I was having a terminal case of shyness. This is my second drink. I had one before I left the house to give me courage”

“You’ll be OK, Mom,” my mother told her. “John and I were both nervous wrecks at first. We got over it.”

“I think I am about to experience new things, new for me,” Grandma said. “Your father is the only man I ever had sex with. We didn’t experiment much after the first few years.”

Grandma finished her drink. I asked if she’d like another.

“No thanks,” she said. “I hope I’ve had enough.”

Mom had only taken a couple of sips from hers. She stood holding out her hand to Grandma. I stood, too, and took her other hand. Mom picked up Grandma’s purse. We all went to the bedroom together.

The bedroom was dim. There were dark drapes on the windows that cut off most of the light. Mom dropped her robe. I followed suit. I lay on the bed watching but Mom stood close to her mother. Grandma was working at her shorts. She was soon pushing them down her legs. She kicked her shoes off and pulled the tank top off. She took her bra off without hesitation. She stood there clad in sexy panties. My mother was facing her dressed much the same.

“Carol,” Grandma said. “Can we start off like we usually do?”

“Of course,” Mom answered.

Mom pushed her panties down and kicked them off. She turned to the bed table for a vibrator. Grandma pushed her panties off and got her vibrator from her purse.

Both women laid down. Mom next to me, then Grandma. They went right at it with their vibrators. Warming up their clits then pushing them into their pussies.

Mom’s turned her head next to my ear.

“Bring me your cock,” she whispered.

I knelt next to her head. Her lips parted as she turned to suck me. I saw Grandma watching. She seemed entranced as she watched her daughter suck her grandson’s cock. Mom pulled her mouth off me. She turned her head to Grandma.

“I’m making him hard for you,” she told her.

“Go take care of her now, John,” Mom whispered to me. “Fuck her.”

Mom rolled over to face her mother. Her hand was behind Grandma’s head she kissed her with open mouth. It looked like Grandma was responding. At least she didn’t thrust her away and the pace of her vibrator play picked up.

Mom put her hand on top of Grandma’s as it pushed the vibrator into herself. She took over thrusting it into her mother. Grandma, with both arms around Mom, hugged her close.

As I knelt between Grandma’s splayed legs, Mom was sucking on her nipples. A moan from Grandma showed her pleasure. I touched Mom’s hand to let her know I was ready. She pulled the vibrator from Grandma’s pussy and moved aside enough to let me lie on her.

Grandma was wet. She had experienced several mild orgasms as she played with the vibrator. She gasped and raised her hips to me as I slid my hard cock into her. It was an exciting moment. The thrill I feel when my cock is sliding into a woman’s pussy. She felt snug. It had been years since she had felt a man’s cock filling her cunt. Her arms went around me and her legs clasped me. She held me there, kissing me with wet, open mouthed, kisses. Our tongues danced and twisted. Our lips mashed.

Mom was close beside her. As I raised my body slightly and began to pump my hard cock into Grandma’s cunt, Mom played with her tits. She cupped their plump softness and tweaked şişli escort the nipples.

Grandma gasped. With quick intakes of breath she thrust her hips at me. Mom was whispering to her.

“Fuck John, Mom. Isn’t he wonderful? Fuck your grandson.”

Mom was kissing Grandma on the neck. Nuzzling her, tonguing her ear. Grandma was responding. She reached for Mom with one arm, keeping the other around me.

“Carol, it’s wonderful,” she gasped as the first orgasms raced through her body.

She held us both as her body shuddered with the pleasure racing through her in waves. I felt the electric thrill in my cock. The thrill that told of impending orgasm. My cum gushed into my grandmother when she was at the height of her own orgasm.

When my softened cock slipped out of Grandma’s pussy, I moved up to lie close to her. I was on the opposite side from Mom. We both kissed Grandma and fondled her tits. Mom slid down the bed and lay between her mother’s still splayed legs. I guessed what she had in mind and started kissing Grandma. Hot kisses; tongues dancing. Grandma responded with moans and wrapped both arms around me, holding me tight.

As Mom’s tongue slipped between the folds of her pussy, Grandma gasped. Her arms tightened on me. But after a couple of moments, she realized what was going on. That her daughter was eating her cunt.

“Carol, NO!” she cried out. She started to thrash about trying to dislodge Mom.

I acted instinctively. Straddling Grandma I pressed my body on hers stilling the thrashing. Mom had her arms around Grandma’s thighs holding herself at her pussy.

Grandma was shaking her head from side to side.

“No Carol, you can’t,” she was almost crying. “You’re my daughter, you can’t.”

I tried to kiss her, but she kept shaking her head to prevent me. I grabbed a handful of hair, to hold her head steady. She opened her mouth as if to scream. I stopped it with an open mouthed kiss. It was a kiss that was not returned but it did prevent a scream.

I felt the point when the lust overcame the anguish. When her lips softened and responded to mine. When I felt her hips try to lift from the bed responding to my mother’s lips and tongue. When the cries of distress turned to soft gasps, and quick indrawn breaths. Even as she shuddered from orgasms that tore through her body in waves the crying started. Tears flowed and wracked with sobs she held me tightly as her lust overpowered her.

Mom patted me on the hip indicating that I should get off Grandma. I rolled off her with my mouth still covering hers in a kiss. A kiss she would try to return, but then break down in sobs.

Mom straddled her mother’s chest, rubbing her pussy on Grandma’s tits. I saw her reach down to spread her labia open so she could rub her clit on Grandma’s nipple.

Mom looked at me.

“Go down on her,” she said quietly.

Then to Grandma she said. “You know you wanted it. We have both wanted it for a long time.”

I had to push Grandma’s legs apart. As soon as Mom had left her pussy she had closed them tight. It took some effort. If Grandma hadn’t been trying to fight Mom while wracked with sobs I might not have been able to.

When they were spread enough to allow me access, I looked up at Mom and Grandma. Mom had a handful of her mother’s hair holding her head somewhat immoveable. She was still rubbing her cunt on Grandma’s tits. Mom was speaking softly. I could only catch part of what she was saying.

“All our playtimes…”

“This is… really wanted.”

There was enough light in the room for me to see Grandma’s pussy quite well. The labia were swollen; engorged with the blood of desire. Her wild hair formed a cap over the center of my desire. It folded down at the sides to frame the lips. They peeked through the tangle and opened to the red warmth of her cunt. The hair was darker than the blonde on her head. Brown with a little gray.

I savored the scent of her pussy. A strong but erotic musk telling the world of her arousal. Probably stronger for having experienced multiple orgasms.

When my tongue slipped between the lips into her heat, I heard Grandma gasp. She was wet, hot. She might have been fighting it but her wet pussy was indicating desire. It appeared that she was ready for more, despite the sobs.

As I sucked her clit, she responded by thrusting her pussy back at me. I was still hearing her sobs even as she clasped her legs over me, to hold me at her cunt.

I sensed something change. I lifted my head to look. Mom was straddling Grandma’s head. She was holding Grandma’s face to her pussy. Grandma, even though she was still crying, was licking at Mom’s cunt.

Grandma’s hands clasped Mom’s thighs. Holding herself up to Moms pussy. I wondered what the crying was all about. Grandma certainly seemed willing. I lowered my head back to her cunt and brought her quickly to an orgasm, then another.

It sounded like Mom was having orgasms, too. It was a sound tuzla escort I had become familiar with.

When Mom rolled off her mother, I pulled back from Grandma’s pussy. She was reluctant to let me go at first. She kept her legs clasped around me and now that her hands were free, she began to caress my head.

Mom laid alongside her and put her arms around her. When Grandma freed me, I did the same.

We held her and told her we loved her. We told her that we were hers now. Hers for whatever she wanted. She had stopped sobbing, but there were still a few sniffles. Eventually she fell asleep. Mom and I got up. Grabbing robes, we went to the kitchen.

It was almost dinner time. I poured us each a glass of wine and we sat at the table. I looked at Mom quizzically.

“I think we got carried away with our passion,” she said. “But I don’t know what set my mother off.”

“All the time she was crying she was responding,” I said. “She was cumming a lot.”

“I know,” Mom said. “That was getting me hot, really hot.”

We sat together at the table together. Neither of us said much except that Mom was clearly worried.

She said, after a bit, “I hope we didn’t hurt her. Screw up her mind.”

We heard Grandma’s heels clicking as she approached the kitchen. She entered fully dressed although her clothing was disarrayed. She marched up to the table and sat.

“I have something to say,” she stated. “I visited today expecting a pleasant time. Perhaps a little light sex play was in order. Even intercourse with my grandson. Instead, I found myself forced into acts I would never consider. Forced by my own daughter. Who then forced me to perform the same acts on her. And my grandson colluding with her. Conspiring to make me behave lewdly.”

“Mom, you were responding,” Mom told her.

“Yes, I did! And that is the most shameful part of it all.” She paused. “I’m leaving. I’m going home to take a hot bath. To wash the shame away.”

She stood and groped through her purse, looking for her car keys. Finding them, she stood and turned to the door. Her face was scrunched up as if she was ready to cry again.

She had only taken a couple of steps when the sobs started. She dropped her purse and keys and turned.

“Oh Carol,” she sobbed.

Mom jumped up and hugged her. They were both crying now.

“I can’t lose you,” Grandma sobbed.

“I love you, Mom. Don’t leave.”

“I won’t, Baby,” replied Grandma.

I watched, bemused. I felt like there was more going on than I understood.

The sobs slackened off to sniffles. The women sat back down at the table. They were both grabbing handfuls of tissues.

Before long Grandma said, “I’m sorry for saying the things I did.”

My mom told her, “Please don’t apologize, Mom.”

“I have to,” Grandma replied. “I need to be honest with myself. I enjoyed it. Everything you did. What you made me do. I liked it. You were right. It is what our playtimes were leading to.

“I was crying because of my shame. I was ashamed for enjoying what I thought of as a lewd act.” She paused again. “I know there’s more. I may not be very experienced with sex but I’m not totally ignorant about it. I hope I don’t act like an ass again.”

Mom reached for her and hugged her. “Mom, we told you. We’re yours now. Yours to love, to be loved.”

I fixed both ladies a drink. Neither one too strong this time. After they had sipped their drinks, we had a light supper. When we had eaten, I asked Grandma if she would like another drink. She declined. I knew Mom wouldn’t want one. She had already had more than she would usually drink.

Grandma excused herself to go to the bathroom.

When we were alone, I asked Mom, “Should we try to go further with her? Try to get her to do more while she’s ready for it? Maybe a video?”

“I think she’s vulnerable right now,” Mom replied. “Let’s see how far we can get her to go. Let’s hold the video until later. If you had showed it to me before I was ready for it I would have been turned off.”

Grandma returned. She had straightened her clothing. I could see her nipples poking through her top. She was not wearing her bra. She appeared to be aroused.

Mom didn’t hesitate. She stood and held out a hand to her mother, another to me.

“You’re the two people I love in this world,” she said. She led us to the bedroom.

Mom stood close to her mother. She undressed her, with Grandma’s willing help and led her to the bed. Mom and I shed our robes and we laid together with Grandma in the middle.

Mom started talking to her.

“I love you, Mom,” she was speaking softly. “I never did that to a woman before. You are the only one I love enough to think about that way. So it was a new thing for both of us.”

Grandma didn’t say anything. She just hugged Mom tightly. She turned then and hugged me.

“And you, John,” she said. “Thank you. You are the first man I’ve felt inside me in years. Only pendik escort the second man ever.”

“This is your night, Mom,” my mother told her. “We want to make you feel good. We both hope that you will open yourself to a new way of life.”

“I’ll try,” Grandma said. “But please forgive me if I backslide. Help me get over it. Although I hope I don’t.”

“Look at it as an adventure, Grandma,” I told her. “A great adventure for your golden years.”

I was fondling with Grandma’s tits as I spoke. I nipped her nipples bringing first a sharp ouch, then a purr of contentment.

“Yes,” she spoke. “I do like it.”

I kissed my way down Grandma’s body. Her tits, her navel, her sensuous soft mons. Her legs opened for me signaling her acceptance of me as a lover. Even more, it showed her desire.

Mom was kissing her mother’s tits, her lips. Hot wet kisses. I was aware of Mom talking to Grandma.

“Let’s put a pillow under your butt,” she told her.

Grandma raised her hips as Mom shoved pillow under them.

“You’ll like this,” I heard Mom say. “John is very good at it. Just relax.”

Closer, I inhaled her scent. Musky, tart, different than Mom’s but no less enchanting. My tongue flicked out to taste the nectar that had seeped from her. Sweet, yet salty, delicious, sensuous. With her musk flavoring predominate.

As I pushed my tongue between the labia, I felt her gasp. Felt more than heard her because she and Mom were exchanging a hot kiss. My tongue felt for the blood engorged inner lips and ran my tongue up and down them. Feeling the heat, tasting her lust.

When I sucked her clit between my lips, she responded with a sharp intake of breath. Her hips rose to meet my lips. Mom took her hands and brought them to my head. Showing her, without words, how to twist them in my hair. How to hold me at her hot cunt as I sucked and ate her, as I licked at her heat and drank of her liquors.

Grandma’s legs clasped me over my back. That was instinctive as she rose to an orgasm. Mom didn’t have to show her that.

I could dimly hear Mom talking softly to her mother, “Cum for us, Mom. Cum for John. Cum for Carol.”

I looked up briefly. Mom’s hand was at her pussy with a small egg vibrator. She was sucking on Grandma’s tits, loving her with kisses and caresses. With occasional words of instruction, encouragement or love. She was playing in her own pussy with the little toy as I ate her mother.

Grandma was responding beautifully. Orgasms chased each other through her body in waves. She pulled me tighter into her wet cunt, her legs clasped me tighter.

I could dimly hear words, “Oh yes. Yes John, Yes Carol. Don’t stop.”

I felt Mom throw a leg over me, below her mother’s that held my body close. I knew she was cumming, too, from the contagious excitement of her mother’s lust. From the vibrator she was rubbing on her clit.

Grandma was almost ready to pass out from the almost continuous orgasms. She was begging me to stop. I backed away from her pussy and licked at her thighs as she relaxed slightly.

Mom was still cumming when I raised my head. She had soon had enough, for a little while, and put the vibrator away.

We laid beside Grandma. We caressed her again. There were more kisses. We wanted to show her love. She hardly moved for a while. Then she closed her legs and reached an arm out to each of us.

“Thank you my loves,” she murmured.

We laid beside her as she dozed off. Mom climbed over her mother to hug me.

“That was beautiful to watch,” she spoke quietly. She didn’t want to wake her mother.

We kissed then. A hot wet kiss that lasted a long time.

“For tonight, let’s save you for Mom,” my mother whispered. “Let her rest a while. Then we’ll see if she’ll suck you.” Mom spoke after a long pause. “I think I’m being a little slutty with her. And maybe pushing her too fast. But as I told you, she’s vulnerable right now. Willing to try new things. That may not last if we wait.”

Mom and I dozed off, too. Grandma surprised us by waking first. She woke us with caresses and kisses. She was kissing either of us. Kneeling beside Mom and leaning down to press her lips to our bare flesh.

Mom reached for her. She drew her to herself for a hot kiss. I watched Grandma respond. Mom rolled over pushing Grandma onto her back. I watched as my mom made love to her mother. I could sense the lust in the air. The scent of aroused pussies. Two hot naked women, bare flesh flashing me. I watched hot kisses. Hands fondled tits and tweaked nipples. Mom kissed Grandma’s body as she worked her way lower. Grandma was willing this time. Her legs parted for her daughter.

Mom slid between her mother’s thighs to bury her face in her hot wet cunt. Grandma grabbed her hair with both hands, twisting as she had been taught.

I knelt beside Grandma. Rubbed my hard cock on her tits. Watched the nipples harden even more. As she responded to Mom with her first orgasm, I straddled her. My cock was in front of her as another orgasm tore through her. I brought it to her lips as she moaned from the bliss she felt. Her lips parted for me. Her eyes were open, locked on my face. She was aware of my cock in her wet mouth. She sucked me amateurishly, but with enthusiasm. She brought one hand back from holding Mom’s hair and wrapped it around my hard cock.

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Summary: With sister’s help on New Year’s Eve, he fucks his MILF Neighbor.

Note 1: This is the third part of the Best Present Ever series. In Part One (Bitch Sister), Matthew turns the tables on his bitch sister making her his personal sex slave. In Part Two (Cheerleader Orgy), Matthew has a fun foursome with his sister and two other cheerleaders. Of course, I suggest you read the first two first, but this is a very brief summary of one crazy week in the life of our nerdy, well-equipped protagonist.

Note 2: Thanks to MAB7991 for his editing expertise.

BEST PRESENT EVER: MILF NEIGHBOR

It was the 31st of December and other than a quick blow job from my baby sister Sandra, life returned to normal. The family had done our traditional double feature at the movie theatre we did every December 27 (I have no idea why, but it had become a tradition nonetheless), I met up with my old buddies for an all-night Marathon of Dungeons and Dragons on the 28th, and spent the 29th working on a paper in the day and played board games with the family and grandma, minus sis who was working.

That night, while the family played taboo, Sandra texted me.

Allison is back and she will be coming to meet you tomorrow afternoon…she is dying to learn more about Harvard.

I smiled, although I hadn’t met her yet, there was something about her I couldn’t quite place. Oh sure I enjoyed fucking my sister and Beth, but their shallow personalities and vapid intellect was annoying. Allison was an intellectual and obviously a submissive sexual being…maybe I could have the best of both worlds…a submissive girlfriend who I could actually converse with at a higher level than ‘I need shoes to match this outfit.’ I hated stupid and vain people.

On the 30th, I shot an early load down Sandra’s throat and continued on my research paper until Allison arrived later that afternoon.

Her shy smile enhanced her adorable dimples, her crystal blues eyes sparkled behind her too nerdy for her own good glasses and her brown hair in pigtails had me smitten the moment I met her. Unlike Beth who I just wanted to fuck, Allison I wanted to get to know before I fucked her.

Sandra introduced us. “Allison this is my big brother Matthew,” she said slyly stressing the word ‘big’.

Allison shyly said, “It is very nice to meet you.”

“You as well,” I smiled, “I hear from Sandra that you are hoping to attend Harvard.”

“That is my dream,” she replied, a sudden twinkle in her eyes.

The next hour we talked academia and I was instantly smitten with her. Unlike most insipid girls, I could actually have an intellectual conversation with her. I asked her if she would like to come down to Harvard for a tour sometime. She was giddy at the offer and we agreed on a date in February if her parents approved, which they would, and I asked if she would like to go out to a movie tonight.

Her face went flush as she stammered, clearly surprised by my offer, “I-I-I can’t. I am spending New Years babysitting.”

“Oh, ok,” I replied.

She quickly added, “But otherwise I would love to.”

“Well, I fly out on the second, so are you free tomorrow afternoon for a matinee and dinner,” I asked.

“S-s-sure,” she stuttered, clearly excited by the idea of a date with me, something I was not accustomed to.

“It’s a date,” I announced, clarifying any doubt she may have had of my intentions.

“Ok,” she said, seemingly as surprised at my request for a date as I was to have a girl say yes for a date.

We chatted some more before she had to head back home to get ready for babysitting after she said goodbye to my sister.

Once she was gone, Sandra popped into my room and said, “You sly dog, a date. What are you planning on doing, adding her to your harem of whores?”

I instantly got defensive. “No slut, I actually want to date her.”

Her face went red, but she didn’t respond like she would have a week ago before she became my little sister slut slave. Instead, she asked, “So what is the plan for tonight?”

“Mrs. Raske is my New Year’s Eve gift to myself,” I answered. Mrs. Raske is our hot MILF neighbor and mother of my high school nemesis Tyson. But, best of all she is Sandra’s lesbian pet and has guaranteed she will obey me.

“She will love you,” Sandra said, before adding, “but doing her at her son’s party may be a challenge.”

“I want to have my cum leaking out of her while she talks to him,” I added.

“You really are a conniving bastard,” Sandra smiled, clearly liking my plan.

“Make it happen,” I ordered.

“Will do, big brother,” Sandra agreed.

…..

Although still farfetched I had also began planting the seeds for the potential seduction of my mom. I had been complimenting her, giving her hugs, kisses on the cheek and spending more time around her. She noticed, “What has gotten into you, Matthew? You haven’t paid this much attention to me in years?”

“Living at college makes one realize how much kütahya escort motherly nurturing is critical to proper psychological development,” I said, which was true, although I knew that years ago.

“Well anytime you need me, I am here for you,” Mom offered, giving me a hug.

I smiled thinking what I needed her for as I said, “I plan to take you up on your offer very soon.”

…..

At the party, I came in with cheerleader Beth, who a few days earlier would have rather died than have been seen with me. She had her arm hooked in mine with a big smile on her face, feigning to be oblivious to the surprised looks she was getting.

Having a popular cheerleader on your arm changes everything. Suddenly I wasn’t the geek kids mocked, but the college dude dating the hottest chick at their school. It was extremely gratifying, especially when Tyson saw me at the party.

“What the fuck are you doing…” he began than froze when he saw Beth holding my hand.”You got to be kidding me.”

Beth spoke for me, “Matthew is here with me. Do you have a problem with that?”

Tyson glared at me, but said, “No, no problem at all.”

Beth smiled, “I thought so.”

Once Tyson walked away, Beth whispered, “He acts tough but he is a pussy with a small cock.”

“You fucked him?” I asked,

“If you can count his cock in me as fucking,” she shrugged, which had me laughing hard.

Beth said, “I am going to find your MILF slut-to-be.”

“You do that,” I said.

The next hour I learned what high school parties were like, all the ones I hadn’t been invited to. Although dancing with Beth in such tight quarters was fun, the whole scene was not. Getting bumped into by drunks, having drinks spilt on me, the loud repetitive dance music was annoying. Finally Sandra gave me a nod from afar, her hand in the air to imply five minutes and my cock grew instantly. A song later, Beth and I squirmed our way through the throng of drunk, insipid high schoolers.

Eventually we meandered our way upstairs. Beth knocked on a door three times and a moment later it was opened by Mrs. Raske who was clearly nervous and uncomfortable. She stammered, “C-c-come in.”

We quickly did as she closed and locked the door.

“Get back to your task,” Sandra demanded, sitting on the edge of the bed, her legs spread open.

“P-p-please my husband will be home in half an hour,” she pleaded.

“Then you better hurry,” Sandra demanded.

She looked at me, humiliation all over her face, dressed classy in a red cocktail dress, black pantyhose and three inch heels. She turned away and went to my sister, dropping to her knees and leaning forward towards my sister’s pussy.

Beth surprised me also dropping to her knees and retrieving my fully erect and awkwardly positioned cock from my pants. Without a word, she took my cock into her mouth and sucked like the pro she was.

Sandra said, “Matthew, I hate to rush you, but we sent Mr. Raske out for more ice and appetizers. We don’t have a lot of time to use our slut.”

Deciding to impress Mrs. Raske with my control over two of the hottest girls around, I said firmly, “Sandra come and get my cock ready.”

Sandra didn’t hesitate as she moved off the bed and joined Beth on the floor, both cheerleaders now worshipping my cock.

Mrs. Raske turned around, but remained on her knees as she watched the two girls take turns sucking my cock.

“Hungry, Mrs. Raske?” I asked, smiling with the newfound confidence that the past week had given me.

Surprisingly, her earlier shame had disappeared completely as she crawled towards me with a hunger in her eyes like a predator going in for the kill as she answered, “I am famished Matthew.”

Reaching me, Beth and Sandra moved away and the sexy MILF looked up at me as she reached for my cock. “How long have you fantasized fucking me Matthew?”

I groaned, “Since I was old enough to stroke myself off.”

She opened her mouth and took my cock between her lips. She bobbed hungrily for a couple of minutes, deep throating me with ease, and somehow creating a tornado like sensation in her mouth with her lips, tongue and excess saliva.

Taking my cock out of her mouth, she looked up and said, “I want to feel your cock in me sexy, but my husband will be home soon. So please fill my mouth with your cum and then meet me at midnight across the street at the Wilson’s for the best New Year’s Ever.”

I looked at my sister and she explained, ” Apparently the Wilson’s are gone for the week and she has the keys because she is sort of house sitting.”

“What about your husband?” I asked, moving my cock around her sexy lips.

“Don’t worry about him,” she smiled, taking my cock back in her mouth.

Her lips were like a vacuum as she gave me the most amazing head I had experienced in my brief experience. I knew I wasn’t going to last long and moaned as she bobbed back and forth with such beautiful perfection. “Does my new fuck-toy want my cum?”
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She grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me deeper into her mouth than I thought physically feasible and then grabbed my hips and moved them back and forth.

I was confused at first until Sandra laughed and said, “Fuck your slut’s face.”

Catching on, I grabbed Mrs. Raske’s head and began pumping my cock in and out of her perfect lips. The cocksucking sounds were loud and the tornado sensation, plus the reality of a long held fantasy coming true was too much and I shot my load into the MILF’s mouth.

As I slowed down, she returned to her hungry bobbing, retrieving every last drop of my cum.

“He’s home,” Beth called out from where she was standing by the window, she had been keeping lookout for Mr. Raske.

Mrs. Raske slowed down, swirling her tongue around the top of my now sensitive cock head, not panicking about being caught in such an act. Finally, she allowed my cock to leave her mouth and she stood up smiling. “That was delicious, Master.”

I tried to hide my awe as I replied, “That is nothing my pet. Wait till I get you alone at midnight.”

Looking at me, she purred, her tone dripping with submissive sexiness, “I can’t wait.”

I pulled my pants up just as there was a crash at the door, thankfully locked, followed by Tyson’s voice, “Mom are you in there?”

I could have hid, but instead made sure Mrs. Raske was respectable before I opened the door.

“Hey, Tyson,” I greeted, smiling smugly. The look of confusion on his face was priceless.

“What the hell are you doing in my parents’ room?” He asked, instantly pissed.

“Just helping your mother with her,” I paused, causing anxiety for all I imagine, “computer issues.”

Tyson’s anger quickly faded as he said, “Well get the hell out of here.”

Mrs. Raske, her tone clearly in mother mode, scolded her son, “Tyson apologize this second. Matthew comes here and helps me selflessly and you treat him with disrespect.”

Tyson went from tough and smug, to weak in a heartbeat, as he said sheepishly, clearly embarrassed by being scolded in front of his peers, “Sorry Matthew.”

“No problem,” I shrugged, “I will always be available if your mother needs her system looked after.”

Sandra laughed at my sexual innuendo, but Mrs. Raske surprised us both when she added, her meaning dripping with naughtiness, “Thanks a lot Matthew, you really have a way with the mother board.”

“I’m still learning,” I shrugged.

“Well practice makes perfect,” the MILF quipped back.

I laughed, looking smugly at Tyson, “I have learned that is always the case.”

I turned to Beth and said, “Let’s go babe, l am sick of hanging out with these children.”

Beth quickly joined me, adding, while looking directly at Tyson, “Yes, Iets go somewhere we can be alone.” She stressed the word ‘alone’ in case Tyson was too insipid to catch on to the obvious implication.

I grabbed her hand and led her past my ex-bully, down the stairs and out of the house. Once outside, I burst out laughing. “Shit, that was fun.”

“The look on his face was priceless,” Beth agreed. “By the way, watching his mom gobble your cock got me all hot and horny.” She grabbed my cock through my pants and gave a firm squeeze. “Think you got enough for me, sexy?”

Playing coy, I replied, “I don’t know.”

Surprising me, Beth pulled me back into the party, back up the stairs, passing Tyson as he headed down the stairs back to the party, and into the bathroom. The hunger in her eyes made her intentions obvious. As I passed Tyson again, I shrugged, giving him a ‘what can you do’ look.

Reaching the bathroom, I turned and gave him one last wink before I disappeared into the bathroom with my beautiful cheerleader plaything.

As soon as the door was closed and locked, Beth’s body crashed into mine, my back crashing into the door. Her firm breasts pressed against my chest and her tongue swirled inside my mouth. A minute of intense passion was finally broken when she said, “Please, Matthew, fuck me.”

“I could use a snack first,” I quipped, pushing her to the sink counter and them lifting her up on it.

I parted her stocking-clad legs apart and buried my face in her sweet, already very wet, nectar. Her scent was addicting and I lapped hungrily determined to get her off with my tongue. Pleased that she had done as instructed and gone commando.

She seemed to like it as her moans got louder exponentially in just a few seconds before she began to get animated. “Oh yes, baby, your tongue feels so good on my cunt.”

Hearing the words, especially in her sexy English accent, had my clock rock hard and I was determined to get her screaming with pleasure. I explored every inch of her pussy lips, inside and out, before focusing on her engorged clit.

“Fuuuck, oh God, don’t stooooop,” she moaned, wrapping her legs around my back and grappling my head pulling me deeper into her oasis of batman escort sin.

Her clit between my lips, I shook my head sideways and seconds later was rewarded with a gush of Beth’s cum.

“Fuuuuuuck, yeeees, I’m comiiiing,” my fake girlfriend bellowed, loud enough that anyone in the hallway would know exactly what we were doing.

I lapped up all her juices before I stood up, helped her off the counter, turned her around, bent her over the counter and, after quickly pulling my cock out, I slammed my cock into her still trembling cunt.

“Oh yes, Matthew, fuck your slut,” she said loudly, clearly not caring what others may hear on the other side of the door.

Having came recently, I knew we were in for a mini-marathon. I fucked her from behind for a few minutes, even as people began knocking on the door.

“Fuuuuck off, buggers,” Beth snapped between moans, her second orgasm seemingly on the rise.

A minute later, Beth begged, “Come in me baby, I want to feel your cum fill me up.”

I grunted, “Keep talking dirty slut.”

Looking at me in the mirror, she smiled deviously, “Pound my cunt, Master, and make me your little personal fuck slave. Take my arse baby, do you want to fuck my tight perfect little rosebud?. Will you pound my buttocks, baby?”

“Shiiiit,” I groaned, hearing her say arse so much dirtier than ass, and I unloaded my cum in her pussy. Instantly, she somehow tightened her pussy literally milking my cock with her tight cunt.

“Oh yes baby, fill my cunt with your cum,” she moaned, her fingers now frantically rubbing herself.

“Come now slut, come for your Master,” I demanded, still thrusting in and out if her.

“Oh yes, oh yes, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck,” Beth screamed, alerting the house to her second orgasm in a few minutes.

“Good sluuuut,” I acknowledged as I slowed down.

“Thank yoooooou, Master,” Beth whimpered, her body shaking as her orgasm pulsed through her.

Pulling out, I put my cock away and watched the beautiful blonde finish her orgasm. Finally, she turned around and said, “Fuck, you know how to press my buttons.”

I shrugged, “You are not too bad yourself.”

People banged on the door and after Beth straightened out her slightly disheveled clothes, we opened the door.

A brunette snapped, “About fucking time.”

Beth snapped back, “Agreed, fucking takes time.”

“Slut,” the brunette retorted, pushing past us and into the washroom.

“Prude,” Beth quipped back, as the door closed.

Everyone stared at us and I smiled knowing that my reputation was forever changed. I was now the man among these high school boys. There was a time this would have made me feel awesome, now I realized these kids were all pathetic…peaking in high school was hilarious to me.

Beth smiling led me down the stairs and back to the dance floor. Pulling me close, we danced like no one else in the room mattered. As we danced, her hand was firmly on my ass. I realized that Beth was the perfect fuck-toy, someone to shoot a load in, yet she wasn’t someone I could date, we were just not academically compatible. Allison, on the other hand, she could be everything: an academic equivalent, a girlfriend and a submissive. I wondered, could I have it all?

An hour later, dancing and drinking the time had flown by, and suddenly it was quarter-to-midnight. I gave Beth an early New Years kiss and sauntered confidently out the door and to my midnight rendezvous.

The lights were already on in the Wilson house and I walked right in. I followed the dim light up the stairs and to the master bedroom where I expect to find Mrs. Raske waiting for me.

“You are early,” Mrs. Raske said, lying on the bed in a red nightie and matching garter and stockings.

“As are you,” I replied, walking over to the bed.

“I couldn’t wait to finish what we started,” she smiled, moving onto all fours and crawling demurely to the edge of the bed.

“What about your husband?” I asked, still worried about him somehow still potentially busting in on us.

“He’s a cuck,” she shrugged, pulling my belt off.

“A cuck?” I asked, unfamiliar with the word.

“A cuckold,” she clarified, unzipping my trousers. “I wear the pants in our relationship so to speak.”

“He knows you fuck around?” I asked, as my pants fell to the floor.

“Yes, and it turns him on. He watched me fake getting seduced by your sister, and was actually in the closet watching the last time your sister dommed me,” she explained.

“He saw you submit to my sister?” I asked, shocked.

“Yes,” she smiled, “he loves watching is wife be used.”

“Wow,” I said, as she tugged my underwear down, releasing my fully erect and ready to go cock. “And what do you mean my sister fake seduced you.”

“I know Sandra thinks she seduced me and made me her slut, but I set it up, played it up and videotaped the whole thing,” she revealed.

“Wow, again,” I said, as she took my cock in her mouth.

After a couple slow deep throats, she asked, “You obviously fucked Beth since I last saw you, I taste cunt.”

I shrugged, “She wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

“You poor boy,” she mocked, swirling her tongue around the head of my cock head.

A minute later, she continued, falling back onto the bed and sliding her left leg slowly down her right, “Your sister says you have a fetish for nylons.”

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Of all the reactions Monika Hollingsworth would have expected when opening up about her new relationship with Shauna, the one she received was not one she would have expected.

Her mom and aunt broke out into hysterical laughter.

Her hands on her hips, the petite redhead stared at her favorite relatives, almost fuming. “Just what the hell do the two of you find so fucking funny?” She needed to know.

“Sorry, sorry sweetheart,” Marcia waved her hand as she tried desperately to stop her fit of the giggles. “It’s just – well, you caught your aunt and I completely off guard. We expected you to confess to something horrible and you …” the giggles started again.

Laurel managed to stop laughter. “Baby, what you just did was confess to something that your mother and I have been guilty of for years!” She grinned as she saw Monika’s jaw hit the floor.

“You and mom?!”

“Isn’t that just like kids?” Marcia sighed as she looked at her 22-year old daughter. “They always think that their generation invented kinky sex. YES Monika, your mommy has had lesbian sex – several times – and her favorite partner is still her kid sister, your sexy-as-hell aunt,” Marcia complimented her sister. “Or hadn’t you ever noticed what a sexy auntie you have?”

“Yes, yes, I have,” Monika confessed, remembering the thoughts she had traveling through her mind on the drive home. Had she secretly thought about her aunt in that way as she thrilled to the thought of her aunt’s visit? Oh no, she wasn’t that much of a pervert – was she?

“Don’t overthink it,” Laurel said to her adorable little niece. “I know the incest might trouble you at first, but it’s just a different form of family love. Here’s something to blow your mind – my sexy big sis was my first!”

It took Laurel’s comment a few minutes to register with her shell-shocked niece. “Oh my God mom, REALLY?”

Marcia thought her daughter’s reaction was absolutely priceless. “Yes dear, really.”

Monika shook her head in disbelief. “Oh wow, you never think your parents …” She realized that she was being foolish. “I’m sorry, why shouldn’t my family have a past? After all, everyone does,” she said as she tried to make sense of everything. She smiled at her mother and aunt. “Actually, the more I think of it, it’s kind of cool and even a bit sexy,” she smiled.

“Thanks dear, we appreciate your support,” Laurel grinned.

“Hey, now that I think of it, where’s daddy?” Monika said as she looked around. “I told you all that I was coming, I thought that he’d be here to welcome me home.”

Laurel and her sister shot each other an odd look that Monica picked up on right away. “Your father took a golf vacation for a few days, darling,” Marcia said, looking over at her sister and almost blushing.

“Golf vacation? Really?”

“Oh sis, for Christ’s sake,” Laurel groaned. “She’s a big girl now. We wore him out Monika, he needed to get away from the two of us.”

“You – you didn’t!” Monika shrieked in delight. “You shameless sluts, I can’t believe what I’m hearing!”

“Good thing your father left when he did,” Marcia added as an aside. “With three hot women around him all the time, he likely would have been worn down to a nub.”

“MOM!” Monika actually shrieked again. “Are you saying that you would have let me fuck Daddy?”

Marcia nodded with a wicked grin and a chuckle from her kid sister. “Sure, why not? All of the rules got tossed out the minute your aunt got here, and not for the first time either,” she informed Monika.

“Okay, you’ve lost me again,” Monika replied.

“What my deviant big sister is trying to tell you, in her own not-so-clever way is that not only was she my first, your daddy was my second,” Laurel grinned as she stretched her legs brazenly in a calculated attempt to gain Monika’s attention. “We were all pretty kinky when we were your age and I guess we haven’t gotten any less so in the intervening years.”

“I guess I inherited some of those kinky genes from you and Daddy,” Monika smiled with a gentle sigh. “I never would have imagined I’d have sex with a girl, let alone consider having an actual relationship with one!”

“She’s that incredible?” Marcia asked her daughter, who was quite obviously smitten with this “Shauna” person.

“Mom, I’ve never been this happy, no guy has ever made me feel this special,” Monika bragged about her new love. “I’ll bring her home next visit and you can see that for yourself.”

“Are you two exclusive?” Laurel asked her niece.

“No, not yet Aunt Laurel, Shauna and I aren’t sure we want an `exclusive’ relationship,” the younger girl responded. “Why do you ask?”

Marcia wondered that herself, although she had an “inkling” of what was going on in her younger siblings’ deviant brain. They were often on the same wavelength.

“I ask because since you arrived, I haven’t been able tuzla escort to take my eyes away from your yummy little body in that tight little blouse, that pleated short skirt or those sexy high heels you’re wearing,” Laurel said without letting her eyes leave those of her niece. “I think you’re a hot little piece and you know that I haven’t got any objections to a little incest play between girls. What do you say, baby girl? Feel like having a hot lesbian girl fuck with your naughty aunt Laurel?”

“AND your mom!” Marcia made sure to pipe up. “I want in on this as well!”

The elfin redhead looked at both of her kin through new eyes. It wasn’t something she would ever have thought of – incest, having girl-girl sex with her aunt – gorgeous as Lauren was – or her crazy mom, ditto for that … but …

Neither would Monika ever have thought herself capable of having sex with another girl or falling for another girl. Yet, despite her preconceptions, Shauna was her baby. She felt so different when she was with her love, part of her felt as if she could conquer the world. There were those who would condemn her for having sex with another woman and many of those were the same who would judge her for having sex with family. If those individuals were wrong about lesbianism, who was to say they weren’t wrong about incest as well?

“Wow,” Monika said as she tried to come to terms with her own inner conflict. “This has all been a lot for me to take in.”

“There’s no rush,” Laurel assured her niece, although she had been hoping the young lovely would have jumped at the opportunity. “No pressure either, your mom and I just didn’t want to have to go behind your back.”

“You mean the two of you will …?”

“… continue having sex while you’re staying here?” Marcia answered her daughter’s unfinished query. “Yes, of course. We might have acted with a bit more discretion before your little confession, but I see no reason we two shouldn’t carry on with our little family tradition. You’re certainly shown us both that you’re old enough and mature enough to deal with it.”

“Thank you,” Monika responded, pleased that her relatives had both recognized she was no longer “a kid”. Laurel had always treated her with respect and kindness and her aunt was most certainly one of the most beautiful women she knew, despite her years. It was then that Monika realized her aunt wasn’t an old woman by any means. She was a woman with some experience and probably could teach her a few naughty tricks she could take back to Shauna.

Monika also came to understand something she hadn’t really thought of before – her mother was equally stunning. Remembering Candy, her cousin, she understood that all of the women in her family were knockouts. A sensible girl, she realized the old bugaboo about incest didn’t really matter in this situation. No one was being forced into anything and she was an adult. No three-headed babies would come from their little foray into family sex, just pleasure and perhaps a new understanding of each other, a new closeness. There was one more thing Monika hadn’t factored into the equation – thinking about them all having sex was making her really, really hot!

“Yes,” Monika finally gave in to her desires. “Yes, I think – no, I want – to go to bed with the both of you. The thought of it is really turning me on!”

“No kidding,” Laurel teased her niece. “I think your mother and I knew what your answer was going to be before you gave it!”

“Huh? I don’t get it.”

“Your blouse sweetie,” Marcia chuckled. “We could both tell how Laurel’s proposition affected you.”

“Still not getting it, mom!”

“Your nipples,” Laurel smiled at her niece. “They’re standing up like little bullets. The AC isn’t that good!”

Despite her partial embarrassment, the petite redhead managed a laugh. “When do you want to do this?” She asked while hoping her voice didn’t betray her nervousness. If it did, Laurel and Marcia gave no indication.

“Oh, now, definitely now!” Laurel actually sounded as eager as any of Monika’s classmates might. “I’ve had a thing for you for years now, I’m not waiting any longer!”

“You said you had only had these thoughts since I got home,” Monika smiled as she toyed a bit with her aunt Laurel.

“A tiny little fib,” Laurel confessed. “I’ve known you were sexy for years now, your showing up in that sexy little outfit only rekindled my desires,” she said. “What about you Marcia – have you been hiding any yearnings to be with your daughter?”

“Yes, I have, but baby, your aunt Laurel is on the money when she talks about how hot you look in that outfit,” Marcia complimented her not-so-little-anymore little girl. “It really looks good on you!”

“Aww, that’s such a shame, then!” Monika smiled brightly.

“Okay, now I’m the one who doesn’t pendik escort understand,” Laurel shook her head as she looked at the pretty collegian.

Monika stood up and dropped her blouse and skirt to the floor, leaving her wearing only lacy underwear. “It’s too bad, auntie Laurel, because now I’m not wearing the outfit any longer,” she flirted. “What do you say ladies – does little Monica make the grade?”

“My God baby, do you even have to ask?” Laurel said as she approached her niece. The teasing little thing scampered away, staying just out of reach of her predatory aunt. “You’re the kind of sweet young thing a hot, slutty woman like me just loves to fuck!”

“Mommy?”

“Your aunt just said it all, princess,” Marcia said, her eyes glazed with lust. “You are a fuckable little bitch and I can’t wait to show you all of the naughty things I taught your aunt.”

“I’ve picked up a few things since those days, sis,” Laurel smiled as she tried to catch her teasing nymph niece. The little game of tag was cute, but it wouldn’t be for too long. Laurel had to try a small tactic of her own. She wriggled out of her own gauzy sun dress and kicked off her high heels. She winked over at her sister who was now the only one of the trio who was still fully clothed.

Marcia blinked for a moment and then realized her mistake. She was wearing tight leather pants and outrageous high heels, so they were a bit harder to slip out of. However, her little shimmies and shakes made for such an erotic show that they held her sister and her niece spellbound and she was able to join them in a matter of minutes. “So, should we all go to one of the bedrooms?” She asked the other two beauties.

“God no mom, I’m too fucking horny to wait that long,” Monika said as she moved over to one of the soft leather sofas that lined the living room. “Someone join me here and let’s get the party started. Aunt Laurel, as it was you who suggested this little theme, maybe you should be the first one?”

“You don’t have to call me `aunt’ when we’re about to do – what we’re about to do,” Laurel commented as if she wasn’t really able to believe this was about to occur. “Laurel is fine, unless you’d be more comfortable calling me …”

“How about slut or bitch or maybe even, whore?” Monika looked at aunt with a look of intense sexual arousal. “I like it when sex gets down and dirty.”

“They all sound good to me,” Marcia smiled at her daughter as she neared the pair. “I’ve used all of those and a few more besides.”

“Okay, you gorgeous fucky little bitch, time to get your pussy eaten,” Laurel purred as Monika stretched out on the leather couch. “I’m going to make you scream so loud they’ll be able to hear you on the moon!”

Laurel proved to be as good as her word. She stroked Monika’s lovely young body and enjoyed the feeling of her niece’s supple young flesh under her hands and fingers. She loved the way it felt, smooth and soft and she luxuriated in the feelings she got when fondling Monika’s perfect cupcake tits. She could have played like that for hours, but there were two other people at this party. One she wanted to make cum and the other, she wanted to show off to a little. She wanted Marcia to see her tutelage hadn’t been wasted and that baby sister had come a long way. Using her lips to replace her hands, Laurel began to move down Monika’s sensational young body until she reached the girl’s sweet pussy. To prove that she was indeed a real redhead, she had let a small landing strip remain. Laurel parted the delicate lips of the girl’s pussy and went in for the kill.

Monika almost lost her mind the instant her aunt – Laurel – started to eat her pussy. She hadn’t ever felt something this good or experienced someone so talented! Laurel’s tongue seemed to know all the right places to go and the right way to move. Shauna had been magnificent but Laurel was in a class all by herself. She seemed to be really into giving her partner a good time because she had yet to come up for air. Before she forgot herself, the younger girl spoke up. “Come on mommy, it’s your turn!” She breathed between gasps. “Bring your sweet pussy over to me and sit on my face! Your baby girl is going to show you that just because she’s young, it doesn’t mean that you should underestimate her,” Monika cooed seductively.

Marcia was almost shaking, part of the tremors were caused by nerves and the other part, the larger part, was desire. She moved her body so that she could be eaten by her daughter, yet participate with her sister in the delicious licking of Monika’s sweet poon. The mother and daughter were about as close to a sixty-nine as they could be with another participant. Only the fact that her face was now buried in her mom’s sweet, flowing cunt stopped Monika from screaming as loud as she was able. The three incestuous maltepe escort lovers had now reached a new sexual plateau.

A flitting thought managed its way into Monika’s head while she was being eaten by her aunt, eating her mom and being eaten in return – her cousin Candy. The only thing that would have made all of this better was her sexy cousin being a part of it. She hadn’t the presence of mind to ask if Candy and Laurel had ever done something like this. Candy had to be into girls, it just stood to reason – 3 out of the 4 women in her family liked girls, it was likely in the genes. The next time that Monika met up with her cousin, she was going to test the waters and see how the swimming was.

Laurel couldn’t believe how sweet the nectar flowing from Monika’s pussy was on her tongue. Her sister was tangy and her flow was thicker. Monika’s was almost like a sweet juice and came in abundance. Laurel’s tongue just went likliklik and laplaplap as she continued to scarf the redhead’s sweet box. She managed to catch her sister’s eye and they both wore broad smiles. Now that sexy young Monika was one of them, the days were going to be so much more interesting. She added her fingers to the actions of her tongue and was surprised to discover just how tight her niece’s pussy was and how her cunt seemed to almost clamp around the invading digits.

Marcia loved being one of the first women after Monika’s Shauna to experience sex with the girl. The fact that is was incest sent chills throughout her curvy body. She loved having sex with family members, it was the ultimate closeness. Her sister and daughter were not the only incestuous affairs she could claim, although those experiences were her own naughty secrets – maybe someday, she would reveal all. For now, she just grooved on Monika’s skills, pleased that her daughter seemed to have an inherent talent for lesbian sex. She often chuckled at how many previously “straight” women seemed to fall easily into having sex with other women, once they let go of preconceptions. Her own baby girl seemed to be one of them. Monika’s tongue was going a mile a minute, some of this likely came from her experiences with Shauna. As her body trembled at the peaks of delight, Marcia wondered about her daughter’s girlfriend. What might she be like? She wanted to meet the little Southern flower who had so enchanted Monika – and reward her for what she had done for Monika – in her own, special way, of course.

“Oh God Laurel, you fuckable blonde cumslut, use your fingers, use them like a cock, stuff me full and FUCK ME HARDER!” Monika screamed. Her mom felt a surge of pride as she acknowledged her daughter was just as much a sex fiend, an actual nympho, as she was. She saw Monika’s petite little frame thrashing about in the throes of her first orgasm of the day. Of course, as her mommy intended, it would not be her last.

Marcia wanted her daughter to know all of the options available to her. In the years she had been married to Edward, they had run the gamut of kinks. They had been swingers, swappers, tried younger women and older, more experienced women. Both had tried light bondage and Edward thrilled to his wife’s skills at seducing other women into their bed, making even the most rigidly “straight” woman into a pliant, yielding bi-sexual slut. Marcia owned a huge quantity of lingerie and vast amounts of sex toys, some she was sure that skirted the edge of legality. Just last week, she had purchased a new Sybian – having worn out her old one – and there were a few double-dongs she wanted to use on her daughter and sister. She also intended to break out a strap-on … or perhaps even two … and show Monika that she had barely begun to scratch the potential of her sluttiness.

Laurel moved aside and smiled at her older sister with glistening lips. “Come on babe,” she urged her sister. “It’s time for you to know your baby a bit more.”

Marcia had not been idle while her daughter and sister had been intimate. She had felt her daughter’s licking tongue and had gotten in a few dabs of her own on the girl’s needy cunt. Still, once she spread her daughter’s legs and began to eat her pussy with long, sensual licks, she did know Monika better. Her sister was now up top, sucking Monika’s delicious round tits. If she had ever before seen something so beautiful, intimate and sexy, Marcia could not recall it. She heard her daughter speak and moved closer so that she could make out what Monika was saying.

“Oh God mommy, this is so amazing,” the girl breathed. “I love it, Laurel’s so wonderful, love it, love you mommy,” Monika gasped in between breaths of air.

There you had it – a sense of joy surged through the incestuous mother. For anyone who thought incest had no benefits, Marcia could easily have proved them wrong. Her daughter loved her! They had always been close but she did not recall the last time her little girl had spoken such words. Now it was on her to make sure she sealed that bond in a unique and special way. With Laurel’s help, she knew that would not be a problem.

After that, it would be time to break out the toys and kick things up a notch. The rest of the day lay before the trio with promises of an equally magical evening.

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“Oh my God,” my best friend Tracy practically squealed. “There he is.”

I looked around. “Who?”

“Your brother. In the waiting area.”

“Oh.” I looked over and saw Ryan’s black muscle car parked in the school’s pick up area. He was leaning against the side with his arms and legs crossed obviously waiting for me wearing his usual outfit of baggy jeans and a ribbed, white tank top. As I drew closer, I could see him fiddling with a cigarette in one of his hands that because of school rules was unlit. While I was excited to see him, I was also very nervous and worried because he usually didn’t pick me up after school.

“I’d gladly get in as much trouble as you are in if I could lose it to him.” Tracy said it quietly, as if she were talking to herself.

After I went to bed the night Ryan had sex with me, my parents had called all of the friends that had been invited to my party to tell them it had been cancelled. In the process, my parents spoke to their parents and asked them to try to find out from their daughters who the boy was that had been in my room. Needless to say, the girls then hounded me with questions and tried to guess who it was. It didn’t take long for it to get around school that I had lost my virginity while my parents were at home, suddenly making me both the most popular and most hated girl in school.

I blushed and covered my secret by chastising my friend. “Tracy! Don’t be crazy.”

“I know. But you think he’s cute, too. You’re so lucky to have him in your family.”

“Hey, sis,” Ryan said once we were close. “Tracy.”

Tracy gave a shy grin. “Hi, Ryan.”

Ryan, ever the flirt, winked an eye at her.

I asked, “Why are you here? Where’s Mom?”

“Someone from the church got sent to the hospital so they went to help out the family.” Ryan stood up straight and opened the door for me. With a serious tone, he said, “I’m to take you home and stay with you until they get back. And you’re not allowed to have any company or phone calls. Sorry, Tracy.”

Tracy nodded. “That’s okay. I know she’s grounded for the rest of her life. I don’t want to get her into any more trouble. Bye, Ryan. See you tomorrow,” she said to me before walking away.

“Bye, Tracy,” Ryan said with an overly friendly tone as he closed my door.

I sat with a bit of nerves waiting for him to get in the car. In the two weeks since he had taken my virginity we had talked and seen each other a few times when he came to visit but this was the first time we were going to be alone for a stretch of time.

As soon as he got in, he said, “After we’re out of the lot, I want you to take off your underwear.”

“What?” I turned to him surprised at the sudden request.

Ryan gave me a smile. “You don’t think I’m going to spend the day with you and not show you a good time, do you? It seems like today would be a great time to show you what sex is really like.”

I blushed happily. “Oh. Okay.”

It took us a few minutes to work through the school’s parking area following the line of cars. Once we were on the street and headed home, while he lowered his window and lit the cigarette, I pulled my underwear off from under my uniform skirt. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ryan also open his zipper and fish out his soft dick.

Ryan took my underwear from me then took my left hand and placed it on his exposed flesh. As I began to stroke him, he took a sniff of my underwear. “You’ve got a nice scent.”

“Thanks, I guess.” I felt his dick swelling in my hand and it brought to mind how much larger he was than the other guys I’d played around with. “I noticed the other night, you’re really big.”

Ryan chuckled. The sound was a mix of smugness and pride. “I guess that’s my part of our family curse. You got the tits and I got the dick. Your tits are perfect, by the way. Just like you.”

I had been told something similar many times by many different guys in school. My breasts were on the large side and stood out in my white uniform shirt on my waif-like body. Even though I tried to hide the immodesty of them, they were noticeably larger than most of my classmates’ in our uniform tops.

I looked at Ryan’s dick in my hand and immediately thought of the tube inside a roll of paper towels due to its length and girth. Unlike the cylinder of cardboard, his hard flesh arced back toward him out of his fly. The tip was pointed like an arrow and there was already a bit of moisture in the slit. The skin was lighter in color than the rest of his tanned body but there was a darker ring about an inch below his crown where he’d been circumcised. I could see the definition of the three tubes that made up the shaft as well as a few blue veins running under the surface. Like mine, his bush was untrimmed, a forest of blond hair that spilled out of the fly of his boxers and pooled around the bottom inch of his length. “I bet you’ve got the biggest one ever.”

“You won’t come across one too much bigger. Not on the guys kırklareli escort you go to school with, anyway, from what I’ve heard from some of the girls. I can’t wait to stick it back inside you. You’ve got such a nice pussy, Rach. And I’m not just saying that because you’re my sister.”

His right hand had been under my skirt since after he sniffed my underwear and he had a finger inside me with his thumb playing with my clit. Even though I had messed around with some guys, I had never let them into my proverbial pants. The feeling of someone else—my brother—playing with my nub was novel. Even though he was doing essentially the same thing I did for myself, his slow movements were moving me closer to orgasm faster than my furtive diddling in my room under a blanket ever had.

“I can tell you like this.” He pulled his hand out and showed me the wetness on his middle finger before putting it in his mouth and sucking it clean. “Fuck, you taste great.”

When he reinserted his finger then offered it to me, I hesitantly sucked on it as well. Having never tasted myself, I was surprised to find it a somewhat pleasant mix of salty and bitter. There was even an underlying sweetness buried in the slippery fluid.

“I know you were a virgin, but have you ever sucked a dick?”

I was embarrassed by his question and at having to give that answer to my brother but didn’t hesitate. “I have.”

“But you haven’t been eaten out.”

It wasn’t a question but I answered anyway. “No. Until you, there has never been anything close to down there. I don’t even use tampons.”

Ryan smiled and I felt his dick twitch in my hand. He put the hand that had been inside me on my neck along with the wetness still on his finger and pulled my head down into his lap. “Good. Show me what you can do.”

I closed my mouth over him then worked up some spit as I slowly bobbed my head up and down.

After a few minutes he said, “Not bad. We’ll have to work on your technique but you’re doing good.”

For the rest of the trip home, my head remained in my brother’s lap. While he continued driving and smoking with the window down, he worked his hand under my shirt and succeeded in pulling one of my breasts out of its cup to play with the nipple. I heard a number of horns, whistles and catcalls along the drive but never realized that it was because we were giving other commuters a show.

“We’re here,” he announced as he turned off the car.

After minimally straightening our clothes—he kept my underwear and placed them in his glove box—we went inside and straight to my room.

Ryan directed me to sit on the side of my bed then kneeled on the floor between my legs.

“Lay back,” he said as he pulled my legs up over his shoulders and moved his head beneath my skirt.

I let out a gasp as I felt his tongue touch my slit. It was pleasantly rough on the sensitive skin as he slipped it into me. I felt him use his fingers to gently spread my folds open and tease my nub as his tongue explored me. As he worked, I could feel myself relaxing and loosening around him. The wet sounds of his exploration and pleasure were loud in the otherwise quiet house and seemed to enhance everything I was feeling.

“Let it out, sis.”

I could feel the warm air of his breath on me as he spoke directly into my pussy.

“We’re alone,” he continued. “I want to hear every sound you need to make. Let me know how good it feels for you.”

I had been biting my lip, stifling moans of pleasure. Having been given permission, I no longer held back. As he placed some fingers in me and used his mouth directly on my clit I let out a loud moan. With that one out, I couldn’t stop the many others that followed.

Ryan’s long fingers moved back and forth through me with purpose, much like his dick had when he had fucked me. His tongue kept working my stiff nub while his fingers found a spot inside me I didn’t know existed. Soon, I felt that elusive, warm feeling swell within me. As my moans grew louder, Ryan’s movement changed so he wasn’t finger fucking me but keeping his hand still while drumming his fingertips against that newly discovered place inside me. I began to writhe on the bed both trying to escape and to capture the sensations flowing through me. Ryan placed his free hand on my stomach trying to hold me down and the act of restraining me only served to heighten my arousal.

Suddenly, the pressure broke and I let out a scream. A wave of pleasure flowed through my body like nothing I had felt before. Though my muscles tensed, I felt relaxed and at peace as my mind went blank. I could feel Ryan still working me, though it was now gentle and soothing.

“That was amazing,” I said when I could finally speak.

“It’s about to get better.”

I opened my orgasm-tightened eyes and watched as he stood and lowered his pants and boxers. As he climbed onto the bed, he said, “Scoot back. afyon escort I need to get in you.”

I did as he requested and positioned my legs to give him access. As with our first time, he did not remove his shoes or jeans, and his shorts remained lowered just beneath his balls as he situated himself.

“Shit,” he said around a moan as he began to slide into me. “That’s nice. Much better than the other night. So wet…”

Though I was still tight around him and he was stretching me seemingly to the limit, I agreed it felt much better this time. As my first orgasm began to wane, I could feel a new fire building behind it as Ryan fully sheathed himself inside me.

“Goddamn, Rach,” Ryan said after letting out a low moan.

He balanced on one hand while the other opened my shirt. With little to no tenderness he pulled my other breast out of its cup leaving my bra to hang uselessly around my neck then lowered his mouth to capture a nipple between his teeth. As he began to rock his hips gently, Ryan nibbled and sucked on my tit.

While my brother mouthed my tits and slowly fucked me, I laid there in disbelief at the sensations coursing through my body. Even after the orgasm he had already eaten out of me, it didn’t compare to what I was feeling now. While our first time hinted at how good things could be, it didn’t prepare me for this. “This feels so good. Why is it wrong?”

Ryan lifted his head and smiled down at me. “I don’t know. I wish it had happened sooner.”

Though I had meant sex in general, Ryan’s tone and the look on his face told me he was speaking about having sex with me, specifically.

He settled into a steady pace sliding his dick through me. As he did, my body responded by writhing beneath him. My hips began to move of their own accord and eventually they matched his rhythm and began to move in counterpoint to his. The pleasant sensations seemed to double almost immediately and I began to moan loudly.

“This is so hot,” Ryan said as he began to move his hips faster. “You’re so hot. I can’t believe my own little sister is such a perfect, hot fuck.”

His hips began to slam into mine and the sound ricocheted around the room. My moans became stuttered from the force and I let out occasional squeals as the tip of his cock jabbed into me. Unable to cope with the overload of sensation, my eyes closed and my back arched involuntarily from the acute arousal.

Then with a suddenness that seemed more violent than his thrusting, Ryan pulled out and laid on his back next to me breathing heavily.

As he pulled me to straddle him, he said, “Ride me.”

Once I was impaled on his cock, having never done anything like this before, it took a few moments for me to find my rhythm on top of him. At the same time, Ryan reached under my skirt and began stimulating my overly sensitive clit with one hand while the other worked my tits.

“Fuck, Rach. You’re so beautiful…especially on my dick like this.”

I wanted to say something, anything in response but the only sound that would leave me was a moan of pleasure. With all the stimulation, I began to lose focus and surrendered my conscious will in order to let my body take over. As my hips moved up and down, they began to roll against his hand searching for something more. In the process, Ryan’s dick increasingly dragged against my walls stimulating every inch of my now awakened pussy. At the same time, I arched my back trying to escape Ryan’s hands on my sensitive nipples but it only served to change my angle of attack on his dick. Before long, I was resting my hands on his legs behind me to support my backward arching body while he held my hips and rapidly thrust up into me.

Ryan let out a deep moan that rivaled my own sounds. “Oh, fuck. That’s it. Ride my cock.”

I had no choice. I was no longer in control. Even if our parents and the whole congregation of our church appeared at the door to my room, I wouldn’t have stopped. I could feel another orgasm building within me and needed to get there. My hips began moving faster along Ryan’s length and he immediately matched my speed.

“Oh, shit. Rach. I’m going to come. Oh…fuck…me!”

I was almost there when I felt him go rigid and his cock swell inside me. As his warmth filled me, I continued riding him. His seed added a new level of lubrication to my already slick hole and I had another orgasm while he was still pulsating within me. It was more intense than my first one and, unable to hold myself upright, I fell forward onto him. In my haze, I felt my brother grab my ass and resume slowly moving his dick through me, prolonging my climax.

We remained together as our breathing calmed. His thrusting eventually stopped but he remained inside me and continued to hold me through our afterglow. When he finally softened to the point of falling out of me, he used a few fingers to rub my sex slicked nether lips. With his lips against my amasya escort ear, he said with open satisfaction, “That was nice.”

I restrained a moan from feeling his cum being rubbed over and into my pussy as he gently finger fucked me. Despite the rawness of my flesh, it was soothing and I didn’t restrain the purrs that rumbled through my body.

After a few quiet moments, he whispered into my ear, “I like knowing my cum is inside you.”

I blushed with embarrassment. It was as if he had read my mind. “I think I like it, too.”

We laid together for a few more minutes while he played with his cum in my pussy. Eventually I rose, grudgingly, and went to shower then started my homework while Ryan watched TV downstairs until our parents got home.

The next day, Ryan again retrieved me from school. Like the day before, I pulled off my underwear once we were on the road and he fingered me while I stroked him and told him about my day until we arrived at home.

“On your knees,” he said as he sat on the sofa then lowered his pants and shorts just enough to free his dick and balls. “We’re going to work on your oral skills.”

Even as I slid to the floor, I said, “I don’t really like doing oral. It’s kinda nasty.”

“Maybe that’s because you haven’t had the right guy. Or the right dick.”

After heaving a disinterested sigh I opened my mouth and took him in.

“Take your hand off,” he ordered. “It’s called oral for a reason. And it’s not just about bobbing up and down. You have to show gratitude. If a guy wants to put his cock in your mouth, or anywhere, you have to appreciate that fact, not treat it like a chore. Remember what it was like when I went down on you? Think how boring it would’ve been if I just flicked my tongue around a few times and did nothing else. I was thankful for you allowing me to eat you out and wanted to show you that.”

Even though I was eighteen, my religious upbringing didn’t provide me with the understanding to disagree with the words he used. In fact, even though he was teaching me about sex, it sounded very much like the patriarchal type of thing I heard from my parents and at church so it made sense. But aside from that, I did appreciate that he was taking the time to teach me these things and I did want to show him how grateful I was for that.

“Use your tongue around the top. Yeah, like that. And on that spot on the bottom near the tip. Flick it a little. Lighter. Now pretend it’s a popsicle and lick it from the bottom to the top. Slowly. Softer.”

Taking his direction and encouragement, I continued working my brother’s dick. What he had me doing was much different than anything I had done to my boyfriends before. Granted, unlike trying to do it in a closet or under bleachers, we could take our time.

“I’m close. Keep going. Give me a little more suction and move a little faster. That’s it. When I start shooting, hold your mouth still while I fill it. Swallow some of it if you have to, but try to keep it all in your mouth to show me. And never spit it out. That’s rude.”

I thought back to the one time I had let a guy finish in my mouth and repressed a shudder. That guy’s cum had not been pleasant and had put me off ever letting anyone come in my mouth again. Even though I wanted to please him, I was wary about having Ryan’s cum in my mouth, let alone swallowing it, but I knew I’d do it simply because he asked me to.

“Okay,” he said after a heavy moan. “Here it comes.”

Ryan’s dick stiffened suddenly and I felt his load travel up its length before flooding my mouth. Tasting his bitter fluid for the first time I almost gagged. It was even worse than the other guy’s. I tried to pull away but felt him place a heavy hand on my head holding me in place. Trapped, my mouth opened reflexively and most of that first shot dripped out of me onto his crotch. I looked him in the eyes and saw him give me a pleading look.

“Come on, Rach.” Ryan’s words were disjointed as they broke through his orgasm. “Take it for me.”

Reluctantly, I relaxed and closed my lips back around his crown. I felt him knead my hair as he closed his eyes and let his head fall back while his dick pumped the rest of his load into my mouth. I did my best to store the warm fluid in my mouth as requested but did swallow some. When the force of it diminished, he began to hump my mouth slowly.

After letting out a deep breath, he finally pulled out and said, “Let me see it. Fuck, sis. You don’t know how nice that looks. You can swallow it. Yeah. Now, lick me clean.”

I was in the middle of sucking and licking his softening dick when we heard our parents’ car arrive.

Ryan tucked himself away as he said, “Go upstairs and look like you’re doing your homework.”

I made it into my room just as they walked into the house. A few minutes later, I heard footsteps on the stairs and our father came in to check on me. After giving me a quick update on the other family they’d been caring for, he left. A few minutes later, I heard another set of steps approaching.

“You did good today, Rach,” Ryan said as he entered my room.

I stood and gave him a heartfelt hug. There was so much I wanted to say but all that would come out was “Thanks, Ryan. I love you.”

After giving me a wink and an uncharacteristic shy smile, he left.

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Mallory was eighteen. Her mother was a nurse and worked a lot, sometimes two or three days at a time. Mallory’s older brother Kris lived with them too. He was twenty four and had lost his job in the city six months before.

This particular Saturday, her mother was at work until Monday at six a.m. Mallory and Kris were alone for the weekend. They were arguing a lot and getting on each other’s nerves as they sometimes did when their mother worked a lot of overtime.

Saturday afternoon, Mallory had a friend over to spend the night, they swam in the pool and spent the night up late talking and sharing secrets. Kris had told them atleast three times to shut up, they were keeping him awake.

Sunday morning, Kris had argued with her about the night before. He’d forbidden her from having friends over and had locked himself in his room.

Late Sunday night, Kris had pounded and pounded on the bathroom door. Mallory took her time in the shower and when she finally came out, Kris was pissed.

They argued again, only this time, he was in her face. He backed her against the wall, threatening her and calling her names. When she went to walk away, she’d hurled the words, “Fuck You!” at him. He’d come down the hallway after her, knocking her to the floor.

As she fell, the silk robe she’d been wearing fell open, revealing her bare body. He climbed on top of her, forcing her legs apart. “Is that what you really want little sister? To fuck me?”

She could feel the hardness between his thighs, she could feel it pulse, wanting out and wanting her. She pushed him off of her, pulling her robe tight. When she got to her feet, she slapped his çeşme escort cheek and ran off.

He went to his room, his cock was so hard. He pulled it out and jacked off right there. Spraying his trash can with the hot sperm. When he had his cock put away, he went to the garage for a smoke.

He smoked a cigarette while he rolled a joint on the workbench. It hadn’t been touched in years, so he’d begun using it when he wanted to smoke. His mother bitched him out for smoking weed, so he tried to hide it from her. As he lit the joint and took a long toke from it, Mallory came in the garage.

“You’re smoking again? Mom’s going to be pissed!”

“Mom’s not going to find out. Now is she?”

“She is when I tell her!” she threatened.

“And I’ll just tell her you showed me yourself, naked!” He countered.

She flipped him off and turned to go back inside. “That’s what you said earlier, then you chickened out!” he laughed.

She walked over and took the joint out of his hand, sucking in the relaxing vibe, almost choking on it. She hit it a few more times before replying, “I’ve never chickened out on anything in my life!”

He realized what he could do now, smiling he snatched his weed back and said,”You did earlier, I distinctly remember you saying Fuck You and when I tried to give you what you wanted, you pushed me away. Definitely chickening out!”

When he finished hitting it again, he passed it back to his sister. “You want this or you going to chicken out again?”

She grabbed it and took a long, slow hit and replied, “If I wanted to fuck you, I would. That başakşehir escort wasn’t a challenge.”

They finished the joint and he walked back to the house. She followed him to the kitchen before saying, “Like I said, that wasn’t a challenge.”

He turned at the stairs and faced her, “Well, this is one…… With that, he dropped his pants and showed her his thick, eight inch cock. It was hard and hairless. He stroked it, making it grow even more. “You going to chicken out?”

She was to him and on her knees in a matter of moments. She explored his groin area, rubbing his balls and stroking his cock. It throbbed in her hands, begging her to suck on it.

She flicked her tongue across his ball sack, kissing her way up the shaft and finding his head. Her hand stroked his length while she popped the head in her warm mouth. She slobbered on him, her saliva dripping down to his balls. Her tongue flicking over it, popping it in and out.

He placed his hands on his hips and arched his back, shoving his cock towards her. “That’s close, but it doesn’t count until you deep throat it.”

With that challenge laid out for her, she let go of his shaft and felt for his balls. She cupped them tightly, rubbing her fingers over them. Her mouth slid down to his balls, as deep as his cock could go down her throat. She gagged a little, drool running down his balls. She didn’t let him go though, she bobbed, up and down.

She twisted her tongue around his length, massaging the veins as she did. Her fingers crept down his ball sack, across his taint to his asshole. Her finger massaged küçükçekmece escort his puckered hole, rubbing at the soft, tight skin.

She pushed her mouth down further, soaking his balls more. She flicked her thumb across the pools of saliva before massaging his asshole with it.

She licked her finger, drenching it before finding his hole again. This time, she didn’t just massage. Her finger poked inside of him. He let out a long, low moan. He started to stumble, so she led him to the stairs.

He set back against them, her lips caressing his length and her finger inside his ass. He spread his legs wider, allowing her room to his balls. She let his cock out of her throat and he stroked it, slapping it against her cheeks and her hungry, gaping mouth.

She lowered her lips and kissed his balls. Flicking her tongue across and then licking between them, following the path to his ass. She licked the edges while her finger pushed in and out of him. He stroked faster and faster.

He was panting heavily, his hand moving at rapid speed. She sucked his balls in her mouth in between licking a trail to his puckered ass. She could feel his pressure building. She teased him, every way something new for him.

He’d had sex before, but no one had given him such a wonderful blow until now. He stroked harder and harder, rubbing down over his balls and then stroking a few hard strokes. Finally he was ready to explode, she let go of him and opened her mouth.

His orgasm was amazing. He stood up and his speed rose. Her mouth hung open and his cum just exploded from him. His seed sprayed across one cheek, in her mouth and finished spraying down the other cheek. It hit and ran down to her chin.

She looked so cute, sitting at his feet, soaked in his cum. He didn’t want to forget this, so he found his cell phone in his pocket and snapped a photo of his sister’s face. She got a embarrassed and hurried away from him. He called out her name, but she kept going.

Part 2, Coming Soon….

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Thank you for all your comments. This is ch.3 in the series.

After dinner my Aunt and I had walked to her car. I unlocked the car doors and got in. I was in a state of shock. I couldn’t believe the events that had led up to this point. I was speechless. My Aunt was in control of me and she knew it. I turned the ignition on and the engine started. The music came on the radio and she lowered it a bit.

Then she says to me, “I want you to take the long way home.”

All I could do at that point was nod my head. I backed out of the parking stall and started to head home. I made the turn out of the restaurant and as soon as I did her hand was on my knee. Rubbing up and down my thigh, getting closer and closer to my hardening cock without touching it. She undid my belt, pulled open my pants button and zipper in two flawless motions. I was trying so hard to concentrate on the road but was doing a terrible job. She slid my pants down to my knees. My hard cock was standing there free and out in the open, just waiting to be touched.

She whispers to me, “Make sure you concentrate on the road.”

With that said, she lowered her mouth onto my dick. She started slowly and sucked just the tip. Her right hand moved over and she started playing with my balls at the same time. Her tongue was swirling around the head. Then she went down on it and let out a low moan. I was in heaven. The only thing I could do was move my hips and moan. She had the softest touch I had ever felt. Slowly playing with my balls artvin escort and working her magic on my cock.

I said, “That’s right baby suck daddy’s dick.”

The only thing she could do was moan in acceptance on my dick. She was working her way up and down, slower then faster and then slower again. Slipping off my dick she replaced her mouth with her hand. She started to stroke me hard and fast at first then slowed down.

She whispered in my ear, “Mmmmm you like it when I suck your dick don’t you daddy? Am I your little cock sucker?

I answered, “Yes you are, now keep sucking that cock.”

She complied and started sucking some more. She was working my dick up and down. The sounds that were coming from this woman’s mouth were driving me crazy. At this point it was all I could do to keep the car in one lane. If we had seen a cop we for sure would have been pulled over. I went to reach for one of her boobs but she stopped me with her other hand.

She released my dick from her mouth and said, “You need to hurry up and get us home.”

We were almost there. I had about 4 blocks to go before I was at her house. She kept one hand on my throbbing dick slowly stroking me up and down until we got to the drive way.

She said to me, “Go in the house, get naked and wait for me in my room.”

I told her, “Yes I will.”

We both got out of the car and headed straight into the house and to her room without saying a word. aydın escort I took my pants and shirt off. I even pulled my socks off as well. I was naked and ready to go in 30 seconds flat.

My Aunt shouts out to me, “I will just be a few minutes”

I responded, “Take your time.”

I was thinking to myself I couldn’t believe what I was doing right now. I was about to fuck my Aunt. I saw the bathroom door open and there she was wearing the red bra I had jacked off to earlier and the red thong to match.

She said, “Are you ready daddy?”

I said, “Yes I am.”

She walked over to me and straddled me on the bed. We were making out like we were teenagers. My hands roamed all over her body. I undid the clasp of her bra and took it off. I had one nipple in my mouth and the other in my right hand. She was moaning softly wanting more. I moved my aching cock towards her pussy. I lifted my hips and slowly rubbed my cock against her pussy. She was starting to moan louder now.

She pulled herself away from me and stood up. She slowly pulled her thong off and threw it in the air. I wanted to fuck this woman so bad.

She said to me, “You ready for me to fuck you?”

I said, “Oh hell yah.”

With that typical guy response, I was thinking that’s the best I can come up with? She came over to me and straddled my dick. She slowly slid down my hard cock. God did she feel good. She started to bounce on it up and down at a slow balıkesir escort and steady pace. I was watching her tits bounce up and down as she fucked me.

She said, “Fuck that pussy daddy, ohhhh that feels so good.”

I said, “That’s right, ride that cock, that’s your cock now.”

She said, “That is my cock huh. That’s your pussy, fuck your pussy.”

She started to moan louder and louder. I joined her and starting moaning and grunting. She was fucking me harder and harder. She finally let out a shout and came on my dick. She leaned over almost on top of me and I started to fuck her from underneath. She let out another loud moan and came on me again.

I told her, “Turn over and let daddy fuck you.”

She said, “Oh daddy, fuck me, I’m your little slut.”

I laid down on top of her and stuck my hard dick inside of her. I first started out slow and then got into a rhythm and started to fuck her harder and faster. We were moaning louder and louder.

I told her, “I’m gunna cum, I’m gunna cum.”

She said, “Cum for me daddy, cum for me.”

I was fucking her hard and fast for all I was worth. Watching her big tits bounce up and down was bringing me to the edge. I pulled out and came hard all over her. I shot some on her belly, some on her tits and some on her pussy.

She said, “Mmmm let me clean you up.”

She took my dick in her mouth and sucked the rest of the cum out of my dick. She licked my shaft up and down and made sure she got every last drop. She took her finger and swirled it around the cum on her belly and put it in her mouth with a low moan.

She said, “mmm that was fantastic and you taste so good. Now go take a shower, get some sleep because tomorrow you have a busy day.”

With that I gave her a kiss and walked out of the room. I can’t wait to see what happens tomorrow.

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I started thinking about how wonderful it would have been if my mother had caught me sneaking a touch or seeing her sleeping and trying to catch a whiff of her essence… I came up with this as a beginning. I’d love feedback and suggestions of the direction to go…

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It’s time to start visiting colleges for Mark. He’s in his senior year, has excellent grades and is looking forward to the next chapter in his life. Mark is a bit on the shy side. He’s cute, but I’m his mom so I may be a bit biased. He hasn’t done a lot of dating. An occasional movie or dinner with a young lady from school, but never a “relationship”. He’s sweet and at this age girls aren’t looking for sweet I guess.

Anyway, my husband, Mark’s father, isn’t able to join us for this trip to visit 2 colleges in central North Carolina that are near one another. So Mark and I decide to make a weekend of it together. I’ve made hotel reservations and we’re ready to hit the road.

Dave, Mark’s dad wishes us well. “Have fun you two. Lois, be sure to ask the questions that you and I spoke about and look into the administrative items we’re curious about.”

“Sure thing sweetheart, I have everything written down.” Lois said

Mark is finishing putting his bag in the car. Dave walks out to the car, claps his son on the shoulder and says “Have fun, but remember, choosing the right college is an important thing. Don’t just make the decision based on how many cute girls you see roaming around each campus.” Insert dad chuckle here.

“OK dad, you don’t have to worry about that, I know what I want to go to school for and want to find the best program.” Mark responds.

“You have a bright future ahead of you, I know you’ll make the right decision. Have fun… or as much fun as you can with your mom hanging around.” Another dad chuckle.

Lois exits the house and heads to the car hearing her men chatting and laughing. She’s fortunate to have such a good husband and a son that turned out so well. Raising kids hasn’t gotten any easier these days. At age 41 she still looks good. Not a model, but Mark’s friends call her a MILF. She heard a couple of them commenting about her when they thought she’d left the room. At first she was appalled, but then she smiled to herself “OK, I’ve still got it.” It felt good in a strange way. She didn’t go to any great effort to look stunning or anything, but she took pride in her appearance and she’s glad it paid off.

Shoulder length hair, her natural brown color. Mark hadn’t caused her to go prematurely grey by being an unruly or wild child, and for that she was grateful. Mark had always been a courteous, kind and generous child. Maybe to a fault… almost too sweet. Anyway, he’ll make a young lady a wonderful husband one day. Assuming he wants a young lady… She’d always had a slight wonder if maybe he’s gay. She couldn’t care less, it’s his life, she loves him for who he is, but she still wonders…

An hour earlier, in his room, Mark was glued to his usual porn site checking out the videos rated “Best” in the past day as rated by viewers. He always enjoyed porn, all types, didn’t matter, but always straight porn. Blowjobs, standard, anal, double penetration… but lately he’s been enjoying MILF videos more and more. The ones pretending to be daughter and dad or son and mom always got viewed and stroked to. So far he hadn’t had sex. A couple of make-out sessions, a feel of a breast overtop of a couple of girls blouses, but never more than that. He just wasn’t sure what to do. He knew that porn was all scripted and girls weren’t really like that and the studs in the videos just waited for the women to pull their cock out. He wished it was that easy. But it had never happened…

Mark stroked himself off as usual and came hard hoping that would hold him over a couple of days since he doubted he’d get a chance to rub one out again while with mom for the 2 day trip. But it wouldn’t be easy. He was used to shooting cum 2 or 3 times a day as he’d get horny constantly.

In the car together, on the road, Mark has always enjoyed spending time with him mom. They get along great, can discuss pretty much anything. She never tried to be his best friend, she was pretty strict, but he never caused any problems and she respected him more and more over time and now that he’s an “adult” at age 18, he feels like his mom is a friend and it feels good.

Idle chit-chat, then miles of casual silence. Neither one felt the need to fill every second with talking just for the sake of talking. Comfortable together like a married couple almost.

Then it happened… “So… Mark… any girls that will have broken hearts when you decide where you’ll be going to college?”

Mark laughed “Nope, that’s not anything I have to worry about. I guess in a way that’s üsküdar escort a good thing. One less thing to stress over.”

“Stress over?”

“Sure mom, I’ll be moving out, to a place I don’t know with thousands of other students that I don’t know… strange environment, new experiences… Don’t get me wrong, it’s exciting, but it’s also a bit daunting.”

Lois was impressed, he’s thinking about this as an adult and seeing it from all angles. “Well you’re right, it’s daunting and stressful but it’s going to be something that will make memories you’ll carry with you the rest of your life. And usually friendships that stick for decades as well. And who knows, maybe even the right gal will be there waiting for you.” Insert mom smile here.

“Yeah, well we’ll see about that. I’m not expecting the future Mrs. Gardner to fall into my lap no matter which college I choose. Hell I’ll be happy to just get lai…, Um, I mean I’ll be happy to make some close friends, male and female and come out of my 4 years with a solid future ahead of me.”

Lois thinks to herself, “Hmmm, so apparently he wants to get laid… and it sounds completely hetero… Nice to know.”

The rest of the drive is uneventful and they arrive at the hotel Lois reserved and at check-in it’s realized that the 2 double beds that she requested and reserved somehow didn’t get noted and instead they have a single king sized bed. After much discussion with the desk clerk, there simply wasn’t another room available. Exasperated, Mark and Lois agreed they’d make it work and they checked in.

The room was nice. It was clean and spacious.

“I can sleep on the floor mom.”

“Don’t be silly, we’re both adults and it’s a king size bed, we will have plenty of room and you won’t have to worry about touching your old withered mom.”

“That’s not what I was worried about and you’re far from that. I just didn’t want to invade your personal space.”

“You’re sweet, as always.” Lois said “We’ll be just fine. We don’t have to worry about it right now anyway. I’m hungry, let’s go find somewhere nice to have dinner and celebrate the fact that you’re so close to being an independent adult soon on your own.”

Lois had heard about a quaint little restaurant in Raleigh named Relish and they headed there and had an enjoyable comfort food meal in a wonderful little restaurant. Lois had a couple glasses of wine with dinner and was feeling very relaxed and couldn’t stop staring and smiling at her bright, cute and impressive son.

“Mom, quit staring at me and smiling like that, it’s weird.”

“I can’t help it, I won’t be seeing you on a daily basis in the very near future, it’s going to be quite a change for me, but I’m just so proud of you and the man you’ve become. I’m thrilled for you.”

Mark drives them back to the hotel in case the 2 glasses of wine Lois enjoyed impaired her at all.

Mark and Lois work out the details of who will sleep on which side of the king sized bed and get ready for a night of restful sleep as they have a busy day the next day. So busy in fact they’ll be staying in the hotel again the next night rather than drive back home exhausted.

Mark turns on the TV while mom is in the bathroom getting ready for bed. Lois comes out and they watch a show or two while chatting about their schedule the next day and what they want to be sure to see, ask and learn about. Having their plans shored up, its lights out time.

Lois dozes off first, within 15 minutes, and Mark is laying there staring at the ceiling in the dark. He hears his moms slow, deep breathing as she drifts into dreamland. Mark lightly touches himself as he usually does in bed. His mind is wandering… seeing his mom in her nightgown. It wasn’t sexy negligee or anything but it did show off her nice breasts. One thought leads to another and he finds himself rather hard.

Mom shifts a little, Mark freezes and stops touching himself. Lois is now on her side facing away from Mark. Her deep steady breathing ensues and Mark feels comfortable lightly stroking himself again. His other hand happens to brush up against mom’s backside and he realizes her nightgown has ridden up and he just touched her ass. Bare skin ass. Mark quickly realizes this is the first time he’s touched any woman’s ass.

Lois’ breathing continues as steady as it was… so he brushes her ass again… no change in breathing… another brush… then a slight drag of a finger up along the crack of her ass… and again… Mark likes this and he’s stroking his cock a little harder now. He is now sliding a finger deeper along the crevice of his mother’s ass and he’s loving it. Loving it so much he didn’t notice the change in his mother’s breathing.

Lois lightly wakes up without moving gaziemir escort and realizes she’s feeling someone touching her ass. She pretends to still be asleep and feels stroke after stroke of Mark’s fingers. She’s not sure what to do… She also realizes she likes how it feels. She feels herself getting a little damp and just lays there as Mark lightly strokes her ass. She feels the bed moving a little and realizes he must be stroking his cock. She decides to shift…

Oh shit, she’s moving Mark notices and pulls his hand away quickly and freezes right where he is. He feels mom roll over onto her back next to him.

Lois begins breathing deeply again as if asleep wondering if anything else will happen. A couple of minutes later she feels Mark’s hand brush her thigh. She doesn’t move. Then she feels it again… then another light touch… then Mark’s fingers trace up on top of her thigh. She continues breathing deeply but now it’s out of pleasure.

Mark feels ok now after the sudden scare of mom moving, then he feels bold and starts to lightly caress his mother’s thigh right up against him. “This is so hot.” He thinks to himself as he starts stroking himself again. He raises the covers up slightly to readjust and he catches a scent he isn’t familiar with… a musky aroma… bold… enticing… Holy shit, that’s my mom’s pussy. Friends of his who had fingered girls in school had tried describing the scent to him. His cock throbs at the realization. He traces is fingers higher on his mom’s thigh, and traces higher… higher… suddenly he feels a little bit of hair… Holy shit he just touched his mom’s pussy. He almost shoots off right then.

Lois continues laying there playing dead but it’s getting more difficult and when Mark’s fingers toucher her neatly trimmed bush, she jumps a little.

Mark pulls his hand away quickly and freezes. Then he hears something but isn’t sure he hears what he thinks he hears… “Don’t stop.” Mark doesn’t move, then hears it again… “Don’t stop Mark…” He still doesn’t move, he’s paralyzed out of fear…

I can’t believe how wet I am and I can’t believe I’m disappointed that Mark stopped caressing me… and now I can’t believe what I just said… but I need to say it again because he must not have heard me… “Don’t stop Mark…”

Lois quickly realizes that Mark must be freaking out having been caught touching his mother’s pussy so she makes a decision… she rolls over onto her side so she’s facing Mark in the near darkness and nuzzles up to him and whispers in his ear… “If you want to stop, that’s fine, but I’d love for you to keep going.” As she says the words, she lets her hand wander over to Mark’s chest and down his stomach… and through his thick bush of hair… it’s Mark’s turn to jump a little. As she breathes into his ear, she takes his average, yet thick cock into her hand. Mark audibly gasps as this is the first time another hand has touched his cock other than his own.

To say Mark’s brain is going a mile a minute is an understatement, “Holy fuck I just got caught touching my mom in an inappropriate way… but she apparently wants more! WTF? Now what? FUCK! Now she’s grabbing my COCK!!” Mark simply stiffens and freezes, afraid to move or even breathe.

Lois has tried, now she’s afraid she has truly scared Mark and says “I’m sorry Mark, I understand” and she starts to pull back and roll away but then Mark suddenly says “No! It’s ok, it’s ok… really ok… really great.” He’s stammering but Lois stays where she is and says to him “Do you want this to continue?” She can’t believe what she’s saying. Mark obviously has no experience and she obviously shouldn’t be doing this at all, but the more she thinks about it, the more she justifies it to herself that he needs to learn… even if it’s from his own mother.”

“Now what…” They’re both thinking at the exact same moment.

Lois realizes she’ll need to take the lead and says “What do you want to do? What do you think about?”

Mark quickly says “I want to touch your puss… your vagina…”

“You can say pussy, it’s sexier than using biology terminology.”

“I want to touch your pussy… I’ve never touched one before.” Mark said

“Continue doing what you were doing.” Lois rolls back over onto her back “It felt so good… just as you were, lightly caressing, it’s very sensual, very erotic.”

Lois raises her arms over her head and allows the sensation of Mark’s fingers lightly caressing the top of thigh working closer to her mound. Slowly, sensually… making her ache.

Mark’s fingers reach her trimmed mound and he literally shivers… but keeps going… feeling the fur that he’s seen in some porn films. Most of the women are shaved bare, but some have what he’s sancaktepe escort heard called a landing strip and some have an overall bush, but his mom’s feels trimmed and closely cropped. He keeps going, suddenly he feels something… holy shit it’s her pussy lips… then he realizes… his finger is wet… This is too much to even imagine.

Lois lets out a light moan to let him know what he’s doing is wonderful and to keep going.

“May I give you advice or instructions or would that bother you?” Lois says softly.

“Guide me mom… teach me… please.”

“Would you like to turn a lamp on or would that be too much for you?”

“It… it… it would be fine with me.” Mark stutters.

Lois slowly shifts over and switches on the lamp next to her. The bright light makes them both squint for a moment, then Mark sees his naked mother before him… She looks amazing and he was right, her pussy is neatly trimmed and he’s mesmerized.

“Do you like what you see?” Lois says while smiling as she watches him admire her body.

“Very much mom… so very much…”

“It’s safe to assume that since you’ve never touched a pussy, that you’ve never tasted one.”

Mark’s eyes get real big… “That’s right.”

“Would you like to? I’ll teach you how to eat pussy so that no woman will ever want to leave you. There’s nothing better than a good licking and there’s nothing worse than a guy that either doesn’t do it or does it poorly.”

“I want to learn, teach me mom.”

“That’s my boy… You’re going to make a woman, or women, very happy by the time I’m done teaching you.”

Lois knows that what’s transpiring is wrong but she can’t stop herself now and she’s justifying it in her mind that she’s doing a good thing for her son. Not knowing how to please a woman could lead to awkward situations or worse… a mean girl could shame him and berate him and that could ruin him for sex forever. She’s doing a good thing… She’s doing this for Mark and his future happiness.

Besides, having a young man look at her the way Mark is with raw desire and lust feels amazing. Something she hasn’t felt in a long time.

“I assume you’ve seen or watched porn?”

“Yes.”

“And you know it doesn’t usually happen the way it does in those movies.”

“Yes.”

“Sex is sometimes animalistic and raw, but usually it’s sensual and to be enjoyed slowly.”

“Ok.”

“You were doing great the way you were touching me. You felt that I was wet?”

“Yes.”

“That’s all the proof you need to realize that you’re turning a woman on. The hotter you can get her, the steamier the sex will be. Every woman likes certain things, but all women like specific things. I’ll guide you if you want to learn.”

“I definitely want to learn.”

“It could take several ‘lessons’… are you prepared to study and pass my exams throughout the summer if necessary?”

“Yes… yes… YES!”

“Then let’s begin…” Lois opens her legs and watches Mark’s eyes widen “Scoot down there and lay between my legs looking up at me.”

Mark does as instructed

“What do you smell?”

“A musky scent is the best way I can describe it.”

“That’s the aroma of arousal… Do you like it?”

“Yes mom, I do, it’s making me hard just laying here.”

“Good, that means you’re sensual by nature and don’t need direct stimulation to be turned on. Sex is physical, but it’s also emotional as well as mental. The more ways you can be turned on, the more wonderful sex can be. Are you aching to taste me?”

“More than you can ever know mom.”

“Good, teasing is a form of foreplay which I’m a big fan of, as are most women in order to get fully aroused. Don’t be one of those selfish lovers that is only looking to get off and ignore the woman’s need to orgasm. I know you’re not that kind of person, but it’s still worth stating.”

“Never mom, I could never be like that.”

“Well, sometimes you may just want or need a blowjob and it’s ok to ask or take what you want, in the right circumstance, but that’s an advanced lesson which we’ll get to at some point.” Lois chuckles a little.

“Can I taste you now mom? Please?”

“First, how do you like my pussy? I’m guessing in most porn the women have been completely shaved. Are you disappointed that’s not the reality?”

“Not at all, I’ve seen some hairy pussies in porn and I love how yours looks. I like to call it furry… not a full bush, but neatly trimmed.”

“Good, I’ll shave mine for you some time if you’d like just so you can see and feel it. For now, go ahead and just have a taste, show me what you would do.”

Mark hesitates, but then can’t take it any longer and moves his face forward, the scent of his mother becoming stronger and his own desire peaking. He sticks his tongue out and takes a small swipe at her open lips. The wet lips… he gets his first taste and he literally shivers at the first time experience of tasting a pussy, a woman… his mother.”

“That’s it baby, take your time, explore with your tongue, taste and enjoy.” Lois realizes this is going to be an amazing experience…

To be continued

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BDSM Bandits: Victims

Trevor Winslow felt like he was swimming in quicksand. At least his brain felt that way. He was trying to fight his way through the black void of unconsciousness, and back into the light of day.

But it was night wasn’t it? He thought it was night. Yes it was night when he lost consciousness. It was nighttime and the last thing he remembered was..? Was..? He couldn’t remember what he had been doing. The veil of darkness was too thick, and though his brain was awake he could not yet connect to the world.

Focus on remembering, he kept telling himself. He knew that he needed to wake up, and felt that he needed to do so urgently, but the reason was not there yet. Almost like trying to put a name you can’t remember together with a face that you can’t even see. It was maddening. Focus, he chided himself again. What is the last thing you remember?

Friday, it was Friday and I had gone to pick up Mother at her lingerie store because her car was being serviced…

“Hi, Mom, are you almost ready?” Trevor said as he walked into the store.

“You’re early, Trevor, its only 8:30. We don’t even close for another thirty minutes.”

Trevor looked around the store as he walked toward the back register. Along with his mother, Gail, were Sherri and Emma, two college girls who worked part time in his mother’s lingerie store. He also noticed two customers in the store, probably a couple based on the way that the man was standing up front looking very uncomfortable, while the woman was busy holding up teddies, camisoles, and lacy peignoirs in front of a mirror.

Trevor knew that he was early, but he enjoyed watching his mother and the girls as they worked around the shop. His mother was tall (5′ 10″), thin, and beautifully elegant. She reminded him of Lauren Bacall in Key Largo only with Blonde hair. She wore a black and white pencil dress, with paisley accents, that fit her like a second skin and ended just above her knee. It had a slit up the back that flashed the occasional bit of thigh, and if you looked closely, as Trevor did, you could make out the clasps of her garter belt where they attached to the stockings she wore. With no visible panty or bra lines, Trevor’s cock stiffened slightly at the thought that his mother might be naked beneath the dress. He quickly chastised himself and moved further into the store.

Walking to the counter at the rear of the showroom, he took a seat on the small stool beside it, and reflected at just how strong a woman his mother was. Gail Winslow had opened the Lingerie store, with her husband, when Trevor was only 4 years old, and had been running it for fifteen years. When Trevor was thirteen, his father had run off with most of the company’s money, and one of the cashiers. In true British fashion, his mother had put on a brave face and stiff upper lip, but he had listened to her cry herself to sleep for months afterward. Once the crying stopped, she had devoted herself to Trevor and the business, and never looked back.

“Oh hell, where have they hit now?” Sherri asked, breaking him from his reverie.

“Where have who, hit now?”

Trevor contemplated the coed, with her bobbed brunette hair, and petite frame. He told her once that she looked like Audrey Hepburn and her only response had been, “Who?” Unfortunately Trevor knew that Sherri was an unabashed lesbian, so no matter what praise he may offer about her exquisitely tight body, it wouldn’t get him any closer to seeing that body in all of its glory. He might as well be pining for the moon.

“The bandits” she replied indicating the news report just coming over the radio, “Don’t you watch the news?”

Trevor just looked at her blankly, so she picked up a nearby newspaper and began to read aloud from it.

“Late Tuesday night, the Bondage Bandits struck again. This time venturing outside of Georgia for the second time during their 4 month long crime spree, and striking a small hardware store near Piedmont, Alabama. This is the tenth robbery so far that can be attributed to the bandits and authorities seem to have no leads in the case. Other than the bound state in which the victims are left, there seems to be no real pattern to the crimes. The robberies usually take place around closing time for each establishment and the businesses are left looking as if all is normal once the bandits have fled. The one thing that ties all of the crimes together is the way the victims are treated. In every case they have been found stripped naked and tied up, often in sexual positions. The robbers take cash and incidentals, but leave the store looking as if it has merely closed for the night. In several cases, the bandits have even turned on the security alarms before locking up the stores.”

“Tied up in sexual positions? What exactly does that mean?”

“Well, I know in one of the robberies there were two men and two women at the store, and they tied them up like they were in the sixty-nine position.”

“That could bilecik escort be interesting!”

“They were tied together by gender, and one of them said, ‘It doesn’t matter whether you are straight or not, but spend 8 hours like that and something is bound to happen.”

“What you mean the two guys…?” Emma questioned.

“That is what it sounded like.”

“Ew…”

Sherri laughed as the bleach blonde Emma wrinkled her nose in disgust at the thought. Emma was a typical Midwestern cheerleader type. High maintenance and built like a frat boy’s wet dream: 38D tits, 24 in waist, ass like Fergie, and long, long legs. Sherri and Emma were truly polar opposites, although Sherri’s 32C breasts looked just as huge as Emma’s, on her petite frame. Although Sherri’s bob cut gave her a slightly butch look, she was anything but, Sherri loved women not because she hated men, but because she loved women; their soft flesh, tender touch, their look, their taste, their feel, she loved it all! Emma on the other hand clung to the appearance of a good little religious girl, but she loved the feel of a man between her legs. That being said Emma was no slut, and any man lucky enough to share her bed did so only after proving that he could provide for her properly.

“Ms. Sherri, Ms. Emma, we still have a lot of work to finish tonight, chop, chop.” Gail chimed in attempting to restore order.

As the girls scampered back to work, Trevor forced himself to look away since he didn’t want to embarrass himself by walking around in front of his mother with a full-fledged hard on rather than just a chubby. His mother had never been prudish about sex, making sure that he was well educated on safety precautions, and how to treat a woman as a lady, but sex was not an everyday topic of conversation with her either. Picking up the paper, he began to read the article to himself from where Sherri had left off.

The FBI has been brought in, now that the Bandits had crossed a second state line. Beginning in Georgia they have also struck just across the border into South Carolina. Police suspect that they live in the Atlanta area and have set up a hotline for anyone with information. Witnesses have described them as being a Caucasian man and woman in their mid to late twenties. Although they are described as polite, they have been violent on several occasions, and they use firearms in the commission of their crimes. They seem to strike small and medium sized businesses where the cash take is not very high, but the number of employees is easy to track.

What does any of this have to do with anything? This doesn’t explain why I can’t wake up. Focus… How did you end up this way?

Time passed quickly as the three ladies went about preparing to close the store for the evening.

“I’m sorry folks but we are about to lock up, so if you could bring your selections to the counter, it would be greatly appreciated.” Gail informed the customers.

When Sherri and Emma had finished straightening out the store and running the vacuum they joined Gail at the register, as the young couple made their way to the back of the store.

“So why do you think they do it? What are they getting out of it?” questioned Sherri.

“What do you mean? Who?” responded Emma?

“You know, the “Bondage Bandits”” making air quotes around her head as she did so, “Why tie people up that way?”

Everyone was now standing around the register as the young lady placed her selections on the counter.

The young man reached into his pocket as he leaned toward Emma.

“We do it because we get off on it of course, and we prefer BDSM Bandits.” He said quietly.

Emma looked up quickly as the customer’s each produced a handgun and the man told everyone to remain calm and quiet. Gail quickly stepped between the gunmen and her cashiers to protect them. As the man lifted his gun and leveled it at Trevor’s mother, he decided to act. Leaping from the stool he dove toward the gunman. With a quick sidestep the gunman was able to avoid Trevor’s grab, and brought the pistol down hard on the back of his head.

…well that explains being unconscious, so why can’t I wake up?

He felt like he was slowly beginning to crawl out of the black. He still couldn’t move, speak, or open his eyes, but he became acutely aware of a sense of warmth along his chest and on the front of his legs, but it was hottest on his semi-hard penis. Suddenly consciousness washed over him, like breaking the water’s surface after diving to the bottom of the pool, and he bolted awake.

“Oh Trevor, thank God you are alright.” His mother cried out.

Still disoriented, everything was a blur, but his mother’s voice seemed to be right in his ear. “Yeah just a bit out of it, are you okay?”

“Yes, baby. Other than an extreme loss of dignity, we are all fine. It was you I was worried about. I thought you might have been dead until…”

“Until manisa escort what?”

Trevor still could not focus enough to grasp the situation. Where was his mother, anyway? He thought to himself. It sounded like she was below him somewhere.

Picking a spot below him, he stared at it and shook his head until his eyes finally regained their focus. He could see his mother’s long blonde hair, and the smooth skin of her back beneath him.

“Oh my god, mother, why are you naked?”

Suddenly Trevor was fully awake and aware of his mother beneath him. He could feel her warm skin pressing against his abdomen and the front of his thighs, meaning that the warmth against his penis was her vagina. His immediate instinct was to rise up and pull away from her, but as he tried he felt a rope tightening around his neck, restraining him. Slumping back forward, while trying not to touch his mother, he tried to take in their situation.

“Mother, what is going on, and where are Sherri and Emma?”

“Over here”, a voice cried out from off to his right.

Looking to his right he could see both of the girls. Sherri was lying on her back on the floor, resting on what looked like a pile of soft fabric, and Emma was tied above her. He could see that Emma’s knees were tied tightly underneath of Sherri’s head, but also tied tightly to Sherri’s arms. Following her arms up, Trevor could see that her hands were tied by a rope that ran around Emma’s waist, giving it the look that Sherri was hugging the other girl tightly. He had to assume that Emma was tied similarly on the other end, but what really caught his eye was Emma’s perfect ass and shaved pussy hovering just inches from Sherri’s face. Trevor looked a little too long, and felt his cock begin to rise until it contacted with the smooth cleft of his mother’s vagina, only then did he fully comprehend his own situation.

Gail had been tied below him on all fours. They were perched atop an old table in the storage room in the back of his mother’s shop. Her hands and knees were tied directly to the table’s legs in a crisscrossing pattern that rendered them completely immobile. A small wooden bench, from one of the changing rooms, had been placed beneath her so that she was unable to move down toward the table and could only pivot back a forth slightly. Trevor’s hands hand been tied together with a rope that ran below the table. Though it gave him more room to move, he quickly discovered that he could not reach any of the other ropes with either hand. His legs had been tied together with his mother’s , her knees resting just outside of his own, and he had a rope tied around his neck that tightened if he tried to raise up too far or move back too far. The rope ran below the table and then connected to his feet on the other end. The result being, that if he struggled too much against it, it would put pressure on the arteries in his neck. Rather than cutting off his breathing, it would restrict the flow of blood to his brain and cause him to pass out again.

“Trevor,” his mother spoke, “I realize that you are young and that hormonal reactions are hard to control, but let’s do try and be aware of the precarious nature of our situation, and do our best to control those urges.”

The prim and proper way that his mother spoke, combined with her accent, made it sound like he was small child being scolded for stealing a cookie, rather than because if his cock was to reach full mast, he would be precariously close to impaling his own mother with it.

“Uh, oh,” Sherri teased.

“Trevor’s getting a hard on, Trevor’s getting a hard on.” She continued in the sing-song tempo of a playground child.

“That will be quite, enough Sherri.” Gail responded, “This is certainly no laughing matter.”

Everyone became quiet for a few minutes, after that. Trevor leaned himself down against his mother’s back, which allowed him to move his hips back and break the sexual contact between them. Although, the feeling of his mother’s nylons, against his skin, combined with the thought of her being naked beneath him, was making it difficult for him to reign in his cock.

“How long was I out?”

“You’ve been unconscious for a little over an hour.” His mother responded, “They left me my watch, and it’s about 10:30 now.”

“10:30 No wonder I am so tired of holding my head up.” Emma complained. “Sorry Sherri, but I have got to rest my neck a bit.”

“That’s fine you’re not the first woman to have her face down there.”

Trevor took a break from scanning the storeroom for a way out of their predicament, and put his head down as well, resting it lightly on his mother’s back. He wondered what she was thinking as he inhaled the fragrance of her skin. If he had been able to hear inside of her mind at that moment, he would have been surprised to hear her chastising herself and struggling to keep her own urges under control.

Gail had not been touched, mersin escort sexually by man or woman since her husband had left six years ago. And now the feeling of a strong man’s body pressed against hers, and the thought of a hard cock near her pussy was causing her to become very wet. She could feel her juices beginning to run down the inside of her thigh. She had chided her son about control, but now she was afraid that she would be the one to lose it.

“I’m sorry, Emma, but your pussy just looks and smells too good, I have to have a taste.” Sherri said suddenly.

“Have to wha… Oh God!”

Trevor looked over as Sherri buried her face into the young blonde’s pussy. Trevor couldn’t help but watch as she devoured it, her tongue lapping along the labial lips, before driving it deeply into Emma’s shaved slit. Sherri then closed her lips and sucked hard on Emma’s clit, sending her hormones into overdrive. Emma’s moans, and the sight of Sherri licking her sweet pussy, were having a dramatic effect on Trevor’s cock. Even pulled back as far as the ropes would allow, he could feel the tip press against the entrance to his mother’s vagina.

“Oh Emma, you taste so delicious. I always knew that you would.”

“Don’t stop, Sherri. Please! I never thought a woman could make me feel this good.”

Trevor was mesmerized by the sight of Sherri’s head and neck craning up as her tongue attacked the sweet peach above her. To his amazement he saw Emma dipping her head toward Sherri’s pussy. Though he could not see, he imagined Emma tentatively tonguing the tasty twat tied below her.

“That’s right Emma, taste my lips, lick my cunt, suck my fucking clit with those beautiful dick sucking lips of yours.”

Hearing the dirty words of encouragement, Emma began to increase her ministrations as her head thrashed slowly between Sherri’s thighs. As Trevor watched, his cock throbbed uncontrollably, pulsing up and down against his mother’s vagina. He noticed for the first time just how incredibly wet his mother’s pussy had become. Looking down he was shocked to see that her eyes were locked on her two employees intently. He could see her panting and watched as she swallowed hard and licked her lips. Trevor forced himself to look away and pulled backwards quickly until the rope around his neck tightened and he began to feel light-headed. Straining against the bonds for as long as he could bear, he nearly passed out again before finally leaning forward, gasping for air, and allowing the head of his cock to part the lips of his mother’s soaked labia for the first time.

A soft illicit moan escaped his mother’s lips, and their eyes met as she looked at him over her shoulder. He knew his mother well and could read all of the emotions in her eyes; fear, excitement, concern, and compassion, but the one he had never seen before was lust. He could read the desire in her eyes, as he felt her hunching her hips lightly against his cock. Both of them were fighting against the primal instincts welling up inside of them. Instincts that didn’t care about words like incest or the derogatory stigma of being a real life mother fucker. Instincts that only knew pleasure, instincts honed for the continuation of the species. As this war waged within Trevor and his mother, the moans from Sherri and Emma faded into the background. His heart beat miles a minute as he stared into his mother’s eyes.

“Trevor, my beautiful son, it’s been so long, and I know that it is terribly wrong, but I want you. I need you, so badly.” She trembled as she spoke.

“Mom, I love you, you know I do, and I have dreamed about this moment more than once, you are the most beautiful woman in the world, but do you really want me to?”

“Yes honey, I do. I love you and that will never change, but right now I need you! I need to feel you inside of me.”

She humped against him again, more strongly this time.

“Trevor, my love, I want you to fuck me. Shove that fat cock into my cunt and shag me like there is no tomorrow! ”

Hearing this exchange, Sherri and Emma both tilted their heads to watch, as Trevor lined his cock up with his mother’s pussy. Working without the use of his hands, he had to slowly run the tip of his cock up and down between her lips. Feeling the entrance to his mother’s womb, he paused slightly before easing the head of his cock inside. Gail groaned with relief as her pussy began to stretch and welcome her son. Now certain that they were properly aligned, Trevor grabbed his mother’s shoulders, and slammed his cock in her pussy to the hilt. Bending his head forward, Trevor planted a tender kiss on his mother’s shoulder while allowing the sensation of their coupling to wash over them both.

“That is so hot.” Sherri whispered from beneath Emma, before returning her attentions to the glistening pussy before her.

Emma rode Sherri like a pro, bucking her hips to run her slit across Sherri’s face while keeping her head turned in order to watch Trevor with his mother.

“Oh my god, I’m going to Cum, Trevor you dirty motherfucker, pound that mommy pussy and make me cum all over Sherri’s face.”

When the ordeal was over they would all share a laugh at this sudden outburst from the normally upright and uptight Emma, but right now they were all focused on the sexual heat filling the room.

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