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It was the start of our office Christmas party and me and some of my colleagues were in the lounge having a drink before going into the main dance hall. I was 17 and had started work the previous year with this company. Unfortunately I was unable to have a drink due to my age and my colleagues wouldn’t sneak me a drink. However I found that I wasn’t going to need to have a drink that night when my boss walked in looking absolutely stunning. Short silver dress, silky smooth legs and nice heels.As my boss walked in our eyes met and although nothing had been there before there was definite electricity passing through our eyes which hit me in the trouser department almost instantly. Thankfully everyone had started moving through to the main hall and my throbbing member had not been noticed.The night went on like a normal Christmas party night and nothing more happened between me and my boss before I headed home for the night.Now my boss and I never really got on that great in work.Working for her was a pain in the ass but she was great to look at. She was very petite, about 5,2 and long brown hair and some of the provocative clothes she wore helped the day pass quicker.Anyway after the Christmas night she seemed to have taken more of a liken to me, being nicer and more chatty to rokettube me. I wasn’t sure what was happening and was possibly too young to read the signals well of a 40 year old woman.The following month in January I turned 18, I was now a big boy in the world, 18, had a job and had just passed my driving test. It was great to just be able to go out and drive on my own as I still lived with my parents. It was like a new freedom, my parents didn’t mind me being out all night as trusted me as a sensible guy.One night I was driving around and found myself near my boss’s area, it was about 8pm and thought I would drop her a text asking what she was up to. To my horror a few seconds after sending the text my phone started ringing. I answered nervously to my boss who put me at ease by asking me what I was up to and was I having a good night. She didn’t seem at all fazed that I had contacted her out of hours. I explained to her that I was just driving round and that I was a bit bored. She then said, “If you’re bored you can pop up here for a coffee.” Let me tell you at this point never for a second (once again probably down to my age) did I think that anything was going to unfold when I went up there.I parked the car outside her tenement block and pushed her buzzer. She answered asyalı porno almost straight away, buzzing me in, telling me that she was the right hand door on the second floor. I made my way up the stairs still wondering why I had texted her and why I was going up to her flat.I arrived at the now open door with my boss holding it open. She looked great just wearing a pair of jeans and a low cut top showing off enough of her small breasts to make my heart pound. I walked in by her and through to the living room where I sat on the sofa. She took her place back on the floor next to the chair across from me where she must have been sitting as a mug of tea and a book lay there.We started general chit chatting before talk moved onto the Christmas night out which had taken place now about a month ago. Her eyes kind of lit up when we spoke about it. She asked if I’d seen any girls I liked and I said a few (I mean I was 17, anything with a pulse I was interested in). I asked her the same question and she replied, “Not really.” My heart sank at this news. I said, “So no one caught your eye?” She asked why I continued to ask. I replied and still can’t believe I said it but said, “I thought you stared at me strangely when you walked in.” She said, azeri porno “I did. You looked handsome and it was the first time I had thought of you as a grown man.” I said that I thought she looked great that night and that I had thought what it would have been like to kiss her.She sat back a bit taken aback at my honesty and said, “Well if you had tried to kiss me out of sight of the others I wouldn’t have pushed you away.” “So you would have kissed me then?” My youthfulness was now taking over. She replied again, “Yes.” I said, “Would that only have been because you had a couple of drinks?” She said, “No, I would kiss you sober.”Next came a moment of stupidity or bravery. I said, “What would you do if I did this?” as I knelt down on the floor and moved beside her before moving my lips slowly against hers. To my amazement she kissed me back, putting her hand on my cheek as she opened her mouth to let her tongue slip into mine. I was in dreamland, I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. I had never been with a girl before. Hell I’d never even done anything with a girl indoors. There had only been snogs round the back of gardens or lanes.She continued to kiss me passionately pushing me against the sofa. She took my hand and slid it down onto her breast above her top. She put her hand on top of mine and helped me to squeeze her tits, her eyes watching me to see how I was taking it in.She let my had go to continue playing with her tits alone as we continued to kiss like school kids for the first time (probably my fault).

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I think, any woman who enters her forties can say that they like their ego rubbed once in a while. When you’ve had two children, and your husband no longer looks at you in the same way he used to, it’s always nice when someone else does. Even if it happens to be your twenty year old neighbor. I’m by no means unfit, I need to keep in shape to chase my kids around all day. I’m a stay-at-home mum. My kids are ten and eight, so I get the days to myself, to clean and be the housewife my husband always wanted me to be. When we first met seventeen years ago, I worked in a gym, and did marathons. I might not do marathons anymore, but still go to the gym four days a week. Now, my marriage is wonderful. I love my husband, but we don’t have the spark we once had years ago. I guess he sees me more the mother of his children, rather than his wife. I’ve tried everything I can to rekindle what we once had, but nothing seems to work. I don’t think he’s cheating on me, but a part of me doesn’t care. I say this because, I’m starting to get the idea of doing the same. With my neighbor… I’ve noticed Kevin checking me out for a few years, and he has never hidden it well. I’ve been flirting back for months now, and I’m at the point where I want to take it to the next level. The question is, would he? Even though he flirts with me, I’m not sure he would go further. Outside taking down the clean laundry from the line, I see him come out to mow his lawn. I smile at him, and wave. He comes over to the fence, a smile as big as mine on his own face. “When are you ever going to run away with me, Kelly?” He teases me. He always asks this, though I know he’s not serious. “I’m free today, Kevin, let me pack a bag. We can skip town now,” I lick my lips, looking at him. He looks so fit under his clothes. He has jeans and a white t-shirt on, and I just want to peel him out of them. I feel my desires for him building higher. It’s been so long since I’ve had sex, that I can almost escort feel myself wanting to jump his bone right here on the lawn. “That would be my luck, I have to mow the lawn. My mom will skin me alive, how about tomorrow, sexy?” “Oh, can’t do it, kids have soccer practice. Maybe you can just come ravish me for an hour?” I giggle, leaning more into the fence, allowing him to see a good view of my breasts. “You’re killing me, one day when you mean it, we’re going to fuck,” he groans softly. His eyes are adverting down, looking at my breasts. My chest heaves a little, breathing heavier. His words like toxic to me. “I do mean it,” I whisper softly. I meet his gaze, which is now transfixed on mine. We both hear the sound of a car pulling up to his drive at the same time. It’s his mother, who gives me a smile, but glares at her son. He hasn’t started his chores, and she is not happy. We don’t say anything else, just parting ways. After I bring the laundry inside, I go to my bedroom. It’s only noon, and I have a few more hours before the kids come home. I decide that I need to come. I grab one of my favorite toys, and slide it inside me. I don’t even need to work myself into a state of wetness, because I’m already there. I lie there, listening to the sound of the lawn mower outside. It’s loud, and almost the only thing I can hear. Of course, I can hear my breathing, which is slowly getting heavier. My toy is buzzing softly inside me, my fingers on my clit. I picture Kevin inside me, looking down into my eyes like he did a few moments ago. His cock is filling me, stretching me to his size. It’s been seven long years since I’ve had sex last. The last time I had sex was because my husband wanted another child. When we couldn’t after six months of trying, he just stopped having sex with me. Now without wanting anyone as much as I want Kevin, I let out a moan. I begin fucking myself faster now. My toy is plunging escort bayan deeper into me, fucking me faster. I know I’ll come hard, and I want to so much. His cock feels good inside me, I knew he would. Moaning out his name, I grip the toy, and come so hard. The sound of the mower is louder than ever, drowning deep inside my brain. I rush of warmth between my legs covers me. I come so hard. Lying there, I tremble with need. I know I came well, but all I want to do is have Kevin come up and fuck me. I let out a sigh, and get up. I make the bed, and finishe my chores. I know if I don’t get it done before the kids get home, I never will get it done. When the kids do get home, I help them with homework before starting dinner. I decide on making meatloaf, knowing it’s one of my husband’s favorite meals. Like I said, we have a good marriage, and I do like making him happy. When he gets home, we sit around the table, and talk about our days. The kids are excited for practice tomorrow, and my husband goes on to talk about work. They have to let some people go, and it’s up to him to do it. I know how much he cares about his employees, so I know this’ll be hard for him. In bed, we talk more about it, when I offer to give him a back rub. He willingly accepts, and I start. My husband, like me, is still in great shape. His back is well defined, and I love running my fingers over his back, especially when I use massage oils. He is as relaxed as he can be, and begin to message him. I work his muscles deeply, because I know he likes it hard. He groans out, and I can’t help find it to be sexy. Even though it’s my husband and his moans, I can’t help but wonder what Kevin sounds like when he moans. It makes me wet, I get so turned on. My fingers wondering down, finding spots I know once used to make him crazy for me. His moans get a bit more excited, urging me on to continue. Maybe, just maybe I’ll get lucky? I want to be bayan escort fucked so much! Moving lower, until my hands work his arse he turns his head to look at me, “You’re doing what you used to do, Kelly.” I act as though I haven’t a clue what he means. I smile at him, “what?” I ask innocently. “You know what, I don’t want to. Not tonight,” he rolls slightly, causing me to slip off his legs. I sit at the end of the bed, watching him pull up the covers. “You never want to, Travis,” I sigh, climbing off the bed, I leave the bedroom. I decide I’ll wait until he’s asleep before going to sleep myself. Opting to go outside, and sit on my back porch, I feel myself get so angry. I want to cry. I try so hard to understand why my husband doesn’t want me. I can’t get him to open up to me about it. As though he doesn’t need or want me anymore. How can he just stop wanting me, but stay married to me? I’ve never really thought of divorce before, but as the years go on, I can’t help but think about it. Don’t I deserve to be happy in every sense? I notice that Kevin’s light is still on in his room. It’s not late, especially for a twenty year old. He tends to stay up all hours of the night. I go back inside, grab my phone and send him a text. “Don’t you ever sleep?” “Hey! No, sleep is for the weak.” “I guess I’m weak, and a lot of people I know,” I giggle at the thought of never sleeping. “I’m not most people. You know that. So, why you up?” “Can’t sleep, go figure.” “It is only a little after midnight, not too bad.” “Maybe, I guess. What are you doing?” “Gaming, but bored, Want Company?” “Yeah, I’m on my back porch.” “Coming.” I tuck my phone in my robe, and want for him to come down. It doesn’t take long before I hear the squeak of the gate being pushed open. He comes up the steps two at a time. He’s wearing just jeans, no shoes, no shirt. In hand, he has a bottle of whisky. I cluck my tongue at him, “Are you old enough to be drinking, Kevin?” He flashes me a giant grin, “Are you going to stop me ma’am?” “Ouch, Ma’am, really? Nice way to make me feel old.” “You are far from old, and you’re like the hottest mom on the block.” “Stop it; you’ve clearly already started drinking.” “I might have, but it’s still the truth.

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Miles’ Session with Sally

I considered decapitating my alarm clock. Last night’s adventure had kept me up well past my normal bed time. Still, I headed for the gym accompanied by a cup of coffee, my tablet pc (to make notes), headphones, and the recording of Monday’s session with Theresa. Thankfully, my surmise of the preceding evening was accurate: while the hard exercise dulled my libido I carefully reviewed Monday’s session with Theresa.

I returned home to dress. I put on the garters and stockings, a lambskin red leather top, and a black leather skirt. The skirt fell just below my knees. I finished with a pair of ankle boots with a 3 3/4 inch heels. I checked the mirror; I did look good. If the boy wanted leather, he was going to get leather.

After the staff left at 5:00 I checked my hair, freshened my make-up, straightened my outfit, pick up my office, and reviewed my notes. Miles arrived promptly at 5:30. I put down the notes, shook his hand, and directed him to the couch.

He was a good-looking young man. A bit over six feet tall, he shared Theresa’s dark complexion and dark hair. Unlike her warm brown eyes, his were hazel. He was well-dressed and well-groomed. He also spent time in the gym; his body was lean with a good muscle tone. I could see why Theresa found him attractive.

There are many problems interviewing teenage boys, starting with their default position: never tell adults the truth. Moreover, even a straightforward teenager often does not have the vocabulary and experience to talk about him or herself. An adult may know his or her anger is a mask for fear or frustration, a teenager may not. I could pierce almost any wall erected by a teenager, but it could take time. I decided to test his honesty immediately.

We exchanged pleasantries and I confirmed he knew why he was here. His mother, it turned out, had related her experiences with me in explicit detail. I asked how he had prepared for our session.

“What do you mean?”

“Who did you talk to or what did you read in order to learn about the session and how you should respond?”

He looked surprised. “How did you know?”

“Why don’t you just tell me.”

“I have a friend, Scott Stone, his mother is a psychiatrist, Lauren Stone.”

“I know Dr. Stone.” Lauren Stone was among our community’s most respected mental health professionals. While she and I were not particularly close, I had worked with her on several occasions. She was meticulous and detail-oriented. Her appearance reflected her work. While she favored top-of-the-line designers, her clothes were never flashy. She was trim and her make-up and hair always perfect. I also remembered meeting her son, a tall lanky kid who was still growing into his body. He did not have his mother’s cool grace. Another image then popped into my mind: Lauren on her knees, not a hair out of place, her make-up precisely applied, jerking off her son until he came, spraying his jism onto her perfectly coiffed face.

Miles was continuing his story. I was able to determine from context what he had been saying during my lapse of attention. After his mother’s Friday session he had wondered whether I would want to talk to him. He called his friend Scott and invited himself over. While there he asked Dr. Stone if he could talk to her for a few minutes. She agreed and he told her there was a chance he would be visiting a therapist to address certain family issues. He wanted to know what his spin should be, how he should approach it.

“What did she say?”

“She said if I wanted to fix the problem, I would tell it as straight as I could, including saying I wasn’t sure when I wasn’t sure. She also warned me that the good ones would know I was spinning it. This meant not only that I wouldn’t fool them, but that they would then have to ask themselves whether whatever else I said was, at best, designed to game the system or, at worst, flat-out dishonest. I asked who were the good ones. She rattled off about six names, and said she was sure she was forgetting several others. Yours was one of the names she mentioned.”

Inside, I glowed with pride. Lauren Stone did not hand out compliments lightly. Of course, she didn’t know how far over the line I had already gone with Theresa. That would, I suspected, rachet me closer to the bottom of her list. If I could get this consultation behind me, I could get back to the straight and narrow.

“So how are you going to play it?”

“Well, Dr. Stone says play it straight, my Mom adores you, and you’ve already figured out I talked to another shrink, I mean mental health professional. I will do my best to answer your questions.”

I had not really said that he had consulted with a professional, my inquiry was more general, but I let it pass. Having a client think you’re omniscient can be helpful. I also let the “shrink” thing pass.

“When did you first find Theresa sexually attractive?’

“As long as I can remember I thought I had the prettiest and nicest Mom in the neighborhood. My first explicit memory gaziantep escort kadın of seeing her sexually, however, was when I received my driver’s license. She had driven me to Department of Motor Vehicles. After I got the license, she said I should drive home. I opened the passenger door for her to get in. She said I was more of a gentlemen then Dad and sat down. Her dress pulled up above her knees and I thought, it seemed out of nowhere, Mom’s got great legs.”

“What was your reaction to that thought?”

“Its hard to answer that question. I’ve thought about that moment thousands of times since it happened. I not sure if I remember what I thought or if I only remember what I thought about what I thought. If that makes any sense?”

Actually it did. The research was clear that the more often a person recalled an event, the less trustworthy the memory. The repeated contemplation of an event changes the memory of the event. I also noted that he had passed on an opportunity to tailor the story to his advantage.

“It is probably the right answer,” I told him. He seemed relieved.

“Let me ask you a slightly different question. It was two years from the time you remember first seeing your Mom sexually to the time you became lovers. What was your sexual attitude towards her during that time?”

He shifted position. “There were a lot of attitudes — it depended on the time of day. I spent a lot of time telling myself I was a frickin’ perve. I mean, it’s weird checking out your Mom. Then I would tell myself if I looked at her often enough she would revert to being my Mom. But part of me knew I was lying to myself, the fact is I just liked to look. But in any case, it was all pointless, you’ve seen her, she’s hot. Looking at her was not going to help.

“I would tell myself it was some weird passing fancy. I actually started to spend more time with her, thinking that hanging with her would move me back to normal. It didn’t. I loved her company. After awhile I had to just admit I had a crush on my Mom which I hoped, as you adults like to say, I would grow out of. Not that I would have turned her down if she reciprocated, but she showed no interest.”

“Did you consider talking to her about it?”

“No, I was way too chicken for that. The last thing I needed was to tell my Mom I was a pervert. But, still, I paid attention to her and learned what she liked. Mom would drop some hint about what she wanted to do Friday night. Dad wouldn’t hear it, but I would. So she and I would end up at some show in the city and Dad would go to bed early. In my head I would pretend it was a date. Like, when we want to the symphony I would spend much of the performance rubbing her neck. But I got no response from her and I’m sure she had no idea what I was thinking. At the end of the evening, in my room, I would imagine that we were still together, that we were lovers and, y’know….”

His voice trailed off.

“Play with yourself?” I suggested.

“Yeah, that.”

“It became sort of an ongoing fantasy for me. It was like a crush on a movie star, its fun to think about but you know nothing is ever going to happen, although you wish it would. It probably would have never gotten any further than neck rubs except for that day at the beach.”

“Please, go on,” I said.

“I had heard them fight the night before and was on the porch when the argument picked up the next morning. I listened to them start and then stayed longer than I should. I guess I spied on them. And while I was not all that experienced, I knew I could be a better lover than Dad. Since her sister had talked about how she loved to dance I had often fantasized about talking her out dancing. I decided to ask her. I figured if she objected I could pretend it was all in fun. I did not really expect, but I guess I hoped, something would come of it.”

“How did you feel that night.”

“Scared shitless.”

“Your mother described a confident guy full of bravado.”

“That was the guy from my fantasy. I’d been rehearsing him in my head for months.”

“One month into the affair what did you feel about its future?”

I could see he was, at first, reluctant to answer, but he decided to press on.

“I was loving it, but I was sure it couldn’t last. On bad days I was convinced Mom would denounce the whole thing as insane, me a sex-loon, and throw me out of the house. On good days I just feared she would quietly, firmly, call it to an end.”

“Did that change and, if so, when and why?”

“It did. Looking back, I should have realized right away she was serious about us. After all, she was putting a lot more on the line than I was. But I was mostly focused on my own fears. It was at the company picnic, which she told you about yesterday, that I began to understand that she loved and desired me the same way I loved and desired her. That is when what should have been obvious from the first started penetrating my thick skull.”

Throughout the interview escort gaziantep kadın I could feel my level of arousal increasing. Dwelling on Theresa and Miles’ sex-life was igniting a slow burn between my legs, but the picnic, which Theresa had described the day before, was like adding lighter fluid. I could feel my face flush. I hoped my dark skin would hide it from Miles.

My next question was to determine if Theresa could set limits and, if so, whether Miles could accept them.

“Are there any sexual acts you’ve suggested to your mother which she’s declined?”

He checked his memory. “Three come to mind. There may be more. One of my best friends has long had a crush on her. I said it would make his lifetime if she would let him have some.”

“What did she say?”

“Nothing. The look on her face required no words. It was a stupid thing to say, I guess I was just feeling my oats. I shouldn’t have asked in the first place. I ain’t never going there again.”

“The other two?”

“I’ve suggested threesomes. One with two women, one two men. She didn’t flat out turn those down, but said she’d let me know if exactly the right person came along.”

The image of me with these two exploded in my head. Would Theresa consider me? I had to ask.

“Has it come up since that time?”

“On one occasion, about a month ago. I suggested a teacher at my school.”

“What was her reaction.”

“That look again. I figure she’ll let me know.”

Theresa appeared capable of drawing boundaries and Miles accepting them. I started to wonder why I had thought consent was a serious issue.

We then turned to a general discussion about the affair. My intention here was to gauge his feelings about his mother. Did he genuinely love her? Did he have her best interests at heart? Was he simply mouthing platitudes or were his actions consistent with his words? I came away satisfied. Theirs was an unusual relationship and while it suffered from the trepidations of any romance, I could find nothing inherently abusive or dangerous about it.

I looked at the clock. We had ten minutes left. The thought of letting him go so my fingers could get some personal time with the fire between my legs crossed my mind, but instead I asked, as I should, “Do you have any questions for me?”

He sat back, looked away, and then back at me, his gaze contemplative. He said nothing for a long moment, mulling over whether he should ask, or maybe how to phrase, what was on his mind. I encouraged him.

“Please feel free to say whatever you are thinking.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

My permission seemed important to him.

“Okay, when my mother consulted with you last Friday, she thought you were aroused by our story. Is that true? Were you turned-on by her description of the night she and I became lovers?”

My first reaction was surprise. Was I that obvious? The second thought was to tell him it was none of his business. But it was his business. When I decided to continue my therapy with Theresa, and then to include him in it, I had an obligation to disclose any personal reaction that might affect my counseling. And I knew it was affecting my counsel. I had been a bad therapist when I failed to make this disclosure. I would do better now.

Yet, I was still embarrassed. I looked down, averted my eyes from his, and said, “Yes.” I was surprised by my voice tone. It was meek, bordering on girl-like.

“Don’t look down, look at me.”

I looked up.

“Yes, what?” he continued.

“Yes, I became sexually aroused when your mother described the night the two of you became lovers.”

“Don’t feel bad about it, Doc. Mom told me your reaction helped her out. She was wondering whether her desire was a sickness, just like I wondered if I was crazy when I first became attracted to her. The fact that you found it arousing gave her comfort. It didn’t make it right, but at least she knew it wasn’t insane.”

He had adopted the same breezy manner he had displayed the night he had seduced his mother. I knew it was an act; he had told me minutes ago it was an act. Yet I couldn’t resist it. In fact, I welcomed it.

“After the session, did you masturbate thinking about what she told you?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I fingered myself imagining you and your Mom in bed together, as lovers.”

“How soon?”

“You mother was probably still in the building when I started to finger myself.”

“The forms that Mom and I signed gave you permission to record our sessions. Did you record the sessions with my mother?”

“Yes. I recorded the sessions with your mother.” I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t break his gaze.

“Have you listened to the recordings?”

“Yes.”

“For professional or prurient reasons?”

“Both.”

“Did you masturbate while you did so?”

“Yes. I fingered myself while listening to the recordings.”

I could feel the blood engorging gaziantep kadın escort my breasts. I looked down. The dress would hide my stiff nipples, but I had no doubt he understood the effect of our conversation on me. Moreover, the act of confessing was somehow liberating. My improper conduct and lewd thoughts were public, I could no longer protect myself by pretending they did not exist.

Miles must have caught my gaze wandering to my breasts. He said, “You have beautiful breasts. Take off your blouse and bra.”

I knew I should say no, but wanted to say yes. Instead, I said nothing. I stood, unbuttoned and removed the red leather top, and turned my back to him so he could undo my bra. I let it fall to the floor. I turned back. He took a breast in each hand.

“Nice and firm.” He lightly stroked the nipples, sending shivers through my body.

“Did you play with these when you listened to the tape?”

“Yes, I made love to my tits with my hands. I also sucked and licked them.”

“What is your favorite part of the tape? Is there a moment when you like to cum?”

His hands, fondling my breasts, his fingers, caressing my nipples, were sending shockwaves through me. I wallowed in the sensations.

“When you asked your Mom who owned her cunt. That’s my favorite moment. That’s when I like to push myself over the edge.”

“Well, Doc, does a good therapist turn her sessions into private pornography?”

“No.” My voice was meek, playful, seductive. “I must be a bad therapist.”

“Did the naughty therapist listen to yesterday’s recording and play with her hot pussy?”

The need to confess to this man overwhelmed me. It felt good to tell the truth, reveal the hidden me. The nasty words I was using were like spoons stirring the burning fury between my legs.

“I was naughty then too. I stroked my pussy over and over again, listening to Theresa describe how you shoved your fat dick up her ass. I knew it was wrong, but I so-wanted to be bad. I’m a bad little girl and a bad little therapist. Are you mad at me?”

He didn’t answer my question. Instead he asked, “Is the bad little therapist wearing her garters?”

“Yes, she is.”

“What kind of therapist wears sexy lingerie at her client’s request?”

“A nasty one, a naughty one.”

He reached behind me and lowered the zipper that ran down the back of the skirt, not far enough for the skirt to fall off, but far enough to slip his hand down its front.

“What kind of therapist tells her client he can’t see her garters, but doesn’t tell him he can’t feel them?”

It is hard even now, years later, to describe how all of this felt to me. A week before I would have said it was impossible that I would be behaving this way. However, instead of being disgusted, it felt liberating to hear myself say these things. It was like a true me, a buried me, was emerging.

“A nasty naughty slutty therapist.”

His hand only briefly checked my garters before it plunged into my panties and to my thighs. He then followed the juice coating my leg back to its source and found the opening of my vagina. I had to grab his other arm to steady myself, leaning my forehead against his shoulder. I liked the strong muscles in his arm.

“You are a sopping wet cunt.”

“I am a sopping wet cunt.”

He held the walls of my labia together, trapping my clitoris inside. He slid his fingers up and down, stimulating, but never directly touching, my clitoris. I had to hold onto him to maintain my balance. I wanted him to apply more pressure and reached down to try to push his hand harder against me. He was too strong, I couldn’t move him.

I heard myself babbling. “You know how to take care of horny sluts like me, don’t you baby. Your Mom says you’re a great fuck. I need you to take care of me. I’ll do whatever you want. I want to be your slut, make me your slut, please. Bad little girls like me need to be taught a lesson.”

My breathing was becoming erratic and I was moaning.

The tips of his thumb and index finger pressed the lips of my labia together, applying direct pressure on my trapped clitoris. I pulled my hand from his and placed it on his chest in order to keep from falling. I was breathing hard and heavy. I kept babbling, but sentences were beyond my ability. “Baby, so good baby, so good, shit, fuck, oh yeah, oh yeah.” I was humping my hips against his hand.

Then he stopped. He sat in my chair. “Suck my cock, slut.”

I fell to my knees before him, unbuckled his belt, pulled it off, and threw it behind me. I unbuttoned his pants and undid his zipper. I could feel his hard cock against my hand; had his mother described it accurately?. He lifted himself from the chair and I pulled his pants and boxers down. I started to reach for his manhood when he said, “Stop.” I did, but I looked at him, panting, my eyes begging for permission.

“I would be more comfortable with my pants completely off.”

I started yanking his pants down, but was making limited progress. It took me a few seconds to realize he still had his shoes on. God, I had to be a smarter slut than this. I undid his shoes and pulled them off. I dragged his pants and boxers over his feet.

I turned back to his thing. It was as beautiful as his mother had said. I wrapped my left hand around it. While my hands were slightly larger than Theresa’s, its girth still amazed me.

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Little White Lies

Chapter 14

Jessie

Saturday night…

“Wha…?” Jason mumbled as he sat up.

Naked, Jessie had just then lifted the blanket covering the young man up and had knelt on the couch with one knee when he’d jolted awake, startling her.

“It’s me,” she said quietly.

“Jessie?” he stammered.

“Yep!” she confirmed happily and moved to straddle him. As she did so, she noticed that he was still wearing his boxers.

“What are you doing here?” He was still waking up, judging from the tone of his voice and slurred speech.

She giggled and put both hands flat on his shoulders, pushing him back down to the couch. Leaning down, she kissed him briefly then focused on working his underwear off with one hand. As she did so, she felt his heart beating rapidly against his chest, her other hand easily picking up the sensation as it rested on his chest.

“What… uh… what are we doing?” he stammered.

“Fucking!” she said simply. “My boyfriend told me that I could help you lose your cherry when he was fucking me earlier today. I’m thinking that now is as good a time as any since you’re leaving for home tomorrow.”

His heart started to beat even faster against her palm, and a nervous smile came to his face that she could see even in the dim light of the den.

“Oh honey,” she commented, “you’re so nervous!”

She leaned back down to kiss him again as her hand began to stroke his swiftly swelling cock. He still had his arms pulled away from her and didn’t seem to want to use them to do anything to her.

“Wait,” he mumbled.

She stopped kissing him and fixed him with a stern gaze as she looked down.

“Don’t you want to have sex and not be a virgin anymore?” she asked quietly.

“I just… don’t know what I’m doing,” he replied.

“That’s okay,” she assured him, affectionately stroking his chest with one hand and his cock with her other. “I’m not going to be grading your performance, silly! This is my way of letting you get some practice in.”

She slid back off of him then, her hands reaching for his as she moved onto her back on top of his crumpled-up blanket. He followed silently, but she could clearly see his hands shaking from nervousness.

“You’re not going to do anything wrong, Jason,” she said, trying to sound reassuring. “Try not to be so nervous, okay? Don’t think about how you’re supposed to do it correctly and just do what comes naturally to you.”

She pulled him from his kneeling position down to one with him laying on top of her. His cock was as hard as could be and nuzzled her cleft happily.

“Just take your time,” she said, and gave him an encouraging nod. “Always be gentle when you enter a girl the first time, especially if she’s a virgin. It can be painful if you rush things.”

He nodded at her, then moved to a kneeling position and looked down.

“Do… I uh… need to… lick…” he stammered

She smiled and shook her head. “I appreciate the thought, but I’m already wet and ready for you sweetie. You can feel it if you like.”

He nodded and she watched as he reached down between her legs and tentatively ran his fingers through her slit and briefly inside. His smile confirmed what she’d said and he pulled his hand free, wiping it on part of the blanket beside him.

She watched him reached down and take a hold of his dick, then lean over her and prop himself up with his other arm, still looking down between them.

“Look up at me,” she said, and smiled as his eyes fixed on hers. “Men and women are made to fit together,” she said. “You’ll be able to find where it goes.”

He chuckled quietly, finally showing some signs of calming down.

“In fact, lay down on me,” she ordered, gently pulling at his waist with both hands.

“I don’t want to squash you,” he said, concern clear in his expression as he briefly resisted.

She snickered quietly and pulled again. “Just don’t put all your weight on me.”

He nodded and lowered himself down on top of her, the weigh growing until she smiled and nodded at his questioning stare. He was still awkwardly holding his hips up though, as if he was worried about hurting one of them.

“Whenever you’re ready, sugar,” she said sweetly.

He took a deep breath and hesitated. She was about to whisper some more encouragement when she felt his hips lowering and felt his cock nuzzling her pussy again. He thrust slowly, his cock sliding up her slit and away from where it was supposed to be going. She wasn’t going to correct him though, knowing that it would do him good to find it for himself. He frowned and slid back again, and she smiled up at him as he closed his eyes.

After a few more tries, he finally pushed tentatively inside.

“OhmyfuckingGod!” he whispered and groaned as she watched him with amused fascination.

He pushed completely in, and she sighed happily as she felt the modest size of his cock inside her. She kept still though, letting him take his time to enjoy the sensations.

He gaziantep eskort moaned weakly as he began to slowly withdraw, then thrust. Exactly four slow thrusts later, she heard him groan weakly and felt his cock pumping its warm contents deep inside her. She smiled, caressing his arms and back as he grunted and thrust uncontrollably against her a few more times.

With a low moan he thrust a final time and held still, a smile coming to his face as he opened his eyes and looked down at her. She returned his grin and giggled briefly.

“Congratulations,” she told him.

“Wow…” he muttered, laughing briefly. “That was… wow.”

She continued to watch him quietly, happy that he’d enjoyed it so much. He continued to hold himself in the same position and she was enjoying the feeling of his erection still nestled inside. He closed his eyes again, his smile growing before he opened them again and looked back down.

“Sorry… that I came so quick,” he said.

“No apology necessary,” she assured him. “Your first time is supposed to be quick!”

He nodded, his smile returning. She felt him start to move to extract himself from her, but she stopped him by pulling at his waist with both hands once again.

“You know, you’re still inside me and still hard, this is technically still the first time. Dex told me that I could only take your cherry and rarely lets anyone else but him have my pussy. So…”

He looked down at her, the nervous, hesitant expression returning.

“So,” she continued, “if you want to keep going, you can. I just won’t be able to have sex with you again before talking with Dex if you stop now.”

He smiled widely and paused for a moment of silent contemplation then nodded.

“I… kinda want to feel… what its like when a girl… cums,” he said hesitantly.

She giggled and nodded. “Well, start pounding your cock into my pussy and you’ll find out, handsome!”

He blushed in the dim light, and she giggled at the endearing sight.

“Are there any other positions you’d like to try?” she asked, smiling sweetly at him.

He looked briefly confused then shrugged. “I don’t know many,” he said.

“Here,” she told him. “This is a good way to get me to orgasm. Lay back.”

Moving in time with him, she felt him briefly slide from her pussy as he moved onto his back again. She followed, sliding on top and pulling his shaft back inside before he realized what she was doing.

Slowly, she began to grind back and forth of him, her hips gyrating forward and back and dragging her pussy up and down his hardness. He didn’t seem to know what to do with his hands, so she reached down and pulled them up to her breasts. From that point, he happily played with her orbs, squeezing and kneading them and tenderly pinching her nipples.

After a few minutes, she was able to grind a nice, comfortable orgasm out as he watched and played. It seemed that the sight of her cumming was highly arousing for him and as she slowed, he took a deep breath.

“Close?” she asked, drawing a quick but vigorous nod. “You can keep fucking me like this if you like…” she said, but then groaned as she felt him thrust weakly against her, his cock pumping once again inside her. “Oh… fuck,” she whimpered, closing her eyes as the delightful sensations of his warm cum filling her swamped her senses. “That’s it, baby,” she whispered.

A few seconds later he ceased thrusting and fell still, breathing heavily.

Taking a few seconds to recover herself, she held her position and simply watched him.

“All good?” she asked quietly, smiling as he looked up at her and grinned.

“Thank you so much,” he said. “That was awesome! I can’t believe how good it all felt.”

She snickered at him, then gave him a final kiss before he began to get up.

“I’m gonna go clean myself up,” he said. “Thanks again Jessie.”

She smiled happily and waved at him in the dim light, then watched as he left the room. With a contented sigh, she stood and gathered her clothes back up, then went to try and find a place she could sleep.

Making her way upstairs, she opened the door to Jack’s room, thinking she could just crash there and not disturb Dex and Donna, but John was snoring loudly, sprawled out on the bed. From there, she peeked into Dex’s room, thinking that maybe she could slip in and maybe they wouldn’t notice. Her boyfriend’s bed wasn’t all that big to begin with, though, and already had two people in it.

As quietly as she could, she stepped back out and shut the door, then turned and looked down at Don’s room. The lamp was still on, and she could clearly see his bed was empty.

“He won’t mind,” she said with a shrug, and walked quickly toward it.

Tossing her clothes to the floor beside the bed, she slipped in and pulled the covers over. It proved to be too hot after a few minutes, though, and she kicked them off. The last amusing thought she had before she drifted off to eskort gaziantep sleep was what Don would do if he came home and saw her laying naked in his bed.

*****

Don

Saturday evening…

There was no telling what sexual shenanigans were going to be taking place at his house that night. Knowing Jessie, it would probably end up as a full-blown orgy before the night was over. He wouldn’t have minded staying and finding out for himself, of course, but he was extremely happy for the distraction he was being given.

His first date with Candy had been amazing. All of his other recent dates had been downright abysmal, but this one had single-handedly restored his faith in the hope of finding someone that he could be with.

She was incredibly sexy, smart, funny, and after Jessie and Dex’s sexual display, obviously didn’t scare easily. It seemed too good to be true. From the moment the date started to feel like it was going well, he’d been expecting something to happen to ruin it.

After that, he’d started to think that this might be the start of something real but was determined to keep his head on straight and not get his hopes up. Candy’s invitation to come eat dinner had come quick, as far as he understood from what he knew of the rules of dating. It was an encouraging sign for her to be just as excited about the prospect of the two of them together as he was.

He’d gotten dressed and left as soon as he realistically could, not wanting to be a potential target for any of Jessie’s crazy sexual plans. After stopping to buy some flowers on a whim, he pulled up into Candy’s driveway on time and hopped out. After walking up to the front door, he took a moment to collect himself and then rang the doorbell.

A few seconds later the door opened, and Candy smiled widely at him just inside. There were a few seconds of silence between the two as they both stood there smiling and waiting, but then she surged forward and kissed him intensely. He wrapped her his arms and pulled her tight, delighting in the adorable whimpers and sighs.

After a few seconds of passionate embracing, she stepped back and took a deep breath, looking up at him with a frown on her gorgeous face.

“What?” he asked, wondering what he’d done wrong.

“You just look so damn handsome, I couldn’t control myself,” she said. “Come on in,” she continued as he laughed.

“Thanks,” he said, and smiled as she slid her hand into his after shutting the door.

“I was trying to keep control of myself too,” she said with a brief frown. “I told myself that I needed to behave and not act like a horny teenager.”

She slid close to him, her other hand grabbing for his and finding the flowers he was clutching there instead. With a chuckle, he kissed her on the forehead as she leaned her head onto his chest for a few comfortable seconds.

“It’s good to see you,” he said, drawing her face up to look at his.

She smiled sweetly and rolled her eyes. “God… can’t you be inconsiderate or something at least?” she said, looking down as he brought the flowers up between them. She took them from him and pulled them to the side, then kissed him again.

“It’s good to see you too,” he said, smiling in amusement.

She gave him a quick tour of the house before they ended up in the kitchen where she went to find a vase to put the flowers in. As she busied herself with that task, he drank in the exquisite sight she presented.

She looked even better than she had the previous evening. She was wearing a dress, this one slim and sexy, red in color and tantalizingly low-cut. The skirt modestly ended at her mid-thigh, and despite his failed attempt to not look, he couldn’t see panties when she bent down to retrieve the vase.

Watching her as she clipped the flower stems shorter and held them up to the vase, then did it again, he felt a happy, content feeling come over him. He had a vision of his first wife doing that very thing. She would measure the flowers several times before she was happy with the length, then spend several minutes arranging them just so, until the arrangement was just to her liking.

Candy did the same thing, taking her time getting the flower the right size and arranging them perfectly before filling the vase with water.

“Sorry,” she said, blushing adorably. “I’m very particular about certain things.”

“Like arranging flowers?” he asked, amused.

“Like arranging flowers,” she confirmed, laughing easily.

He found himself musing about how much he liked the sound of her laugh. It wasn’t anything strange or particularly unique, but there just seemed to be something about how she laughed that he adored. It was like she was laughing with her whole body.

He realized he was staring again and briefly blushed as she brushed a long lock of blonde hair back over her ear.

“Sorry,” he said. “I just find myself staring at you and can’t stop…”

“Oh… I’m not complaining,” she said. “Just gaziantep bayan eskort finding it hard to behave around you.”

“You know, you’re going to need to stop massaging my ego,” he said, and fixed her with knowing smirk.

“Stop being so handsome and sexy,” she shot back, frowning at him. “I’m not trying to massage any ego’s around here.”

He laughed but didn’t press the point. Even if she was spreading it on a little thick, it was nice to hear after being so alone for so long and going on so many bad dates.

“So… what’s for dinner?” he asked, telling himself to focus and stop daydreaming.

“Lasagna,” she said. “It’s easy, but it’s something I also do really well, so it seemed like a natural choice.” She turned quickly to look back at him as she moved to check the food. “You like Italian, right?”

“I’ll eat whatever you put in front of me,” he said, but then winced when she raised an eyebrow and giggled at him.

“Is that so?” she asked, cocking her hip to one side.

“Yeah… that didn’t come out right,” he said, groaning internally. “Why am I always putting my foot in my mouth around you?”

After a few more laughs at his expense, she gave him a wink and resumed checking the food.

“So, is there anything I can do to help?” he asked.

She initially shook her head, then turned and looked at him quietly for a few seconds. “How about you open the wine,” she suggested, and gestured toward a bottle on the counter.

“Can do,” he said, stepping into the kitchen and reaching for the bottle. Next to it on the counter was the corkscrew, and after removing the seal he worked the cork out and set it on the counter.

Candy had finished looking in on the lasagna by then and had closed the oven back up. Turning, she stepped over to one of the cabinets near Don and opened it, producing two wine glasses that she held out for him to fill.

“Trying to get me drunk?” he joked, winking at her.

“Trying to get you to get me drunk,” she corrected, and the two shared a laugh.

She stepped close to him and clinked her glass to his, then moved in even closer and rested her hand on his chest as he put his own around her waist.

“I sooo like this,” she said, and sighed comfortably.

“Me too,” he assured her. “Feels… good.”

“Feels perfect,” she amended, and leaned in for a gentle kiss.

Her lips were warm and soft, yielding to his as she timidly pushed her tongue briefly into his mouth before she broke the kiss and smiled happily at him. A few comfortable moments of silence passed between the two as they enjoyed each other’s presence, but she eventually stepped back and reached down for his hand.

“We’ve got a little bit before the food is ready,” she said, pulling him toward the door. “Let’s go sit and get comfortable.”

He followed quietly, silently hoping that the evening went as wonderfully as the previous night had gone. Well, most of it at least. He could have done without Jessie and Dexter interrupting it with an impromptu sex attack in the middle of it. Other than that, of course, everything had been almost magical.

She led him back into the living room and settled down on the couch, the two of them putting the wine glasses on the coffee table in front of them. She turned after leaning back into the couch and hooked one leg over his, propping her head up on the back of the couch with one hand and staring at him silently for a few seconds.

While the lasagna continued cooking, the two settled down and began to converse. The topics were safe, both of them sticking to the basics and making small talk. After a while, Candy got back up and went back into the kitchen to check on the food. A short time later, the two were sitting at the table eating and drinking their wine, the small talk continuing.

Afterward, even though she insisted that she could handle it, the two cleaned up the mess; Don washing the dishes and Candy drying them.

“You weirded out by this?” he asked.

He’d finished washing the last dish and had rung out the scrubber, placing on it back where he’d found it next to the sink.

“Most men that I’ve gone on dates with wouldn’t volunteer to do the dishes,” she said, grinning his way. “It’s different but in a great way.”

He chuckled and shrugged, turning to watch her as she dried the last dish. “I’m not one of those guys that expects his woman to wait on him hand and foot. I know you might have heard that Jessie tends to take care of cleaning up around our house, but I’ve told her dozens of times that she doesn’t have to.”

“Still, it’s nice of her to do so,” Candy said. “I’ve never minded taking care of my man in that manner, as long as it wasn’t something he ever demanded of me, you know?”

“Definitely,” Don confirmed with a nod.

“So… want to go relax on the couch with a movie?” she asked, tracing a line on his chest with a single finger.

“Whatever you’d like to do is fine with me,” he said.

She smirked at him but didn’t move.

“Don…” she said, drawing his gaze up to hers. “One thing you’ll learn about me is that I’m not the type of woman that needs to have every date be all about what I want to do. You get to have a choice too.”

He smiled and gave her a quick kiss. “That’s nice to hear, but I figured since you asked me over, it was your evening to plan.”

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Sexting with My Aunt Judy

When I was 10, both my parents were killed in an auto accident. The only relative that would take me in was my Aunt Judy, the youngest sister of my mother. She was barely twenty at the time but willing to take on the monumental task of raising her nephew. Somehow, she was able to attend and graduate college, which led her to a lucrative position with an ad agency. Incredibly, she accomplished all that while at the same time giving me the guidance and attention that any mother would give to a child. Patient and kind, she showered me with the gift of her love, and never once did she ignore me in preference to her own ambitions. In short, she was the perfect mother.

Judy always was available for me, including me on every vacation that she took, every weekend away. She was an avid hiker, an activity that we enjoyed together. As I grew older and began to play golf, she took lessons and would frequently join me on the course. There was no activity that we did not enjoy together.

Although she was shy and reserved with others, she was always open with me. I distinctly remember the times that we just sat and talked, and in many ways, we were best friends. Rarely was any topic off limits, but as expected from an aunt/nephew relationship, we only peripherally touched on any sexual subjects. Our openness with one another did not allow us to broach that subject, even as I grew older and began to attend college.

Judy dated infrequently, preferring to be a home body. This fact was surprising since Judy was pretty by any standard. She was a compact 5’2″ tall, with shoulder-length, light blonde hair and bright blue eyes to match. She was slender, with a fair complexion and a gorgeous smile. Her body was athletic, almost boyish, but her perfect bubble butt ass was something that I quickly noticed as I matured. Aunt or not, I always watched her as she walked past me. More than once, I wondered exactly what she looked like nude.

Coming home one afternoon, I noticed that her friend, Carol, was visiting by her car which was parked in our driveway. Her best friend from high school, Carol a constant in our lives. She was a frequent visitor as she and Judy were seemingly joined at the hip. Although Judy seldom dated anyone, Carol was just the opposite. Carol went through men as rapidly as others would go through paper towels. One love interest would be replaced in quick order in Carol’s life. Her conversations with Judy and me regaled us with funny and crazy stories of her love life. On any given week, Carol would recite who she was dating, what night club was she haunting, and any other detail that she could remember. She was an open book and did not mind spilling any of the specifics to us.

Walking in the kitchen from the garage, I could hear Carol and Judy in the living room talking. I caught the tail end of the conversation with Carol saying, “just have him send a dick pic.” Judy responded, “You know I can’t do that. At least, not yet.” As I entered the room, they quickly hushed their conversation and looked in my direction.

Carol inquired, “what’s up, Golden Boy?”, a nickname that Carol had given me several years ago referring to my hereditary blonde hair. I gave the customary “nothing” as my perfunctory answer as I sat down in a wingback chair opposite the couch.

“What are you two discussing?” I asked, slightly raising an eyebrow with a suspicious smile and tilt of my head.

Carol and Judy glanced at another, and in unison answered awkwardly, “nothing.”

Pressing the point, I pushed further. “Well, define ‘nothing’.”

“OK Mark, you got us,” Carol interjected. “Your aunt was just telling me about her boyfriend Daniel. Quite the mystery man, you might say. Have you met him?” I admitted that I had not. As I did, I noticed that Aunt Judy’s face flushed slightly. The news of a man in her life was quite unexpected as she had not mentioned anyone in her life, nor did I remember her going on any dates in the past six months.

“No,” I mused. “But I caught a glimpse of him when he picked her up the other night.” I noticed a slight smile emerge from Judy’s face. “What’s the matter, Carol? You think you have the boyfriend market cornered?” I teased.

“No,” Carol continued. “It’s just that I hadn’t heard about this ‘Daniel’ before today. Your aunt has kept him a closely guarded secret.”

“Of course,” I countered. “She’s afraid that you’re going to want him as well.” Carol and Judy laughed. We continued the conversation for a bit before Carol had to leave. After her departure, Judy plopped down on the couch and sighed.

“Thanks for backing me up there, nephew. I just got tired of Carol’s bragging about all the different guys she had dated. Then, she started trying to convince me to go out with one of her old boyfriends, and I just blurted out a story that I was dating someone named Daniel. I got in over my head before I knew it. The worst part is that I made up the fact that he is married. It was the only way I could explain why she hasn’t seen us together. Now, I don’t know kızıl gaziantep escort what I am going to do. I’ve made up an imaginary, married boyfriend, and I just can’t bear the thought of fessing up to Carol. She will never let me live this down.”

“You came in at the right time,” Judy resumed. “She was insisting that I get him to text me. She didn’t believe me and wanted proof. I just can’t admit to Carol that I made up this story.”

We sat and talked for an hour. She told me that she had just not wanted to date any of Carol’s friends. They were boring people who were all into themselves and were only interested in getting her in bed. Plus, she was a little embarrassed that she could not match any of Carol’s dating stories, thus falling into a trap of her own making. I readily agreed that admitting that she had made it all up might be a mistake and perhaps Carol would just forget about it.

“OH, NO!” Judy exclaimed. “She’s not going to let this one go. She is going to keep prying until she gets more information about ‘Daniel’. I have no idea what I am going to do.” She shook her head.

Shrugging my shoulders, I offered, “if she wants proof, let’s give her some proof.

Judy looked at me with skeptical eyes. “Mark, what do you mean?” she asked.

“Just change my contact info on your phone where it will show Daniel as the name of the contact. I’ll send some text messages to you, and you can pretend it is from Daniel. I send the usual ‘I had a great time last night’ and ‘I can’t wait to see you again’, and you can respond. Show her your phone the next time you’re together. Give it some time and dump me, I mean him. Easy peasy, Japanesy.”

Judy readily agreed, and we began our clandestine strategy to create a series of text messages between the two of us. Back and forth, Judy and I would text each other during the day and late at night to match when they were to meet. At first, we would be in the same room conspiring on the content of the messages. After a few days, we just texted what we thought a blossoming romance might entail in text messages. In any event, we hoped that showing Carol the messages would end any suspicion. Of course, that was not going to be the case.

Two weeks after initiating the texting plan, Judy came home with a frown on her face. I knew instantly that the texting plan was not working in some respect. I asked what was wrong.

Frowning, she explained. “Carol is not buying the text messages. She wants me to produce a picture of him. Where am I going to get that? I can’t come up with a random picture. Carol is too smart for that. We must create something that convinces her before we drop this scheme. I’ve come too far to give up now.”

I thought for a moment and then offered the following. “He’s a married man and married people wouldn’t want to have his face on his girlfriend’s phone, right?” Judy nodded. “So, we can’t send his face, right?” Judy nodded again. “What if I sent something a little more ‘intimate’?” Judy looked at me with a disapproving expression.

“What do you mean, ‘intimate’?” She asked. “Are you talking about what I think you’re talking about?” Judy continued to stare at me.

“Well,” I offered, “that would prove that Daniel is real. The next time you are with Carol text me, and I will respond with a pic that is supposed to be only for you. You show it to Carol and that should satisfy her.”

“I don’t know, Bryan”, she continued. “Texts are one thing, but you are offering to send me a picture of your… dick. You are my nephew. I don’t think that’s appropriate. Plus, what if Carol finds out. I would never live that down.” She shook her head as she ended her sentence.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure that I only capture enough of me that would keep her from knowing that it is me. You can delete it later.”

Judy thought about it for several minutes as we continued to debate the question. Finally, she relented. “Okay, but make sure that you are careful. I cannot even imagine how humiliated I would be if Carol figures this out.”

So, we concocted a plan where I was conveniently out one afternoon when Carol came to visit. I went to a secluded parking garage and parked on a deserted floor. I waited for a while before I got the text.

“Hey babe, send me another pic like the other night. Deleted by accident.”

Sitting in my car, I pulled my cock out of my pants, and began to stroke it. After a couple of minutes, I was hard and ready for the photo op. Placing the camera about just inches away, I snapped several pics from which I chose the appropriate one. Just before I sent it, I had a thought and added “How about something from you?” I had always wondered what Judy looked like. I was stretching the boundary, but I thought it was worth a try.

After sending it, I began to have second thoughts. I thought I had crossed the line, but it was too late. After several minutes, I began to worry about the consequences of my request. Just then, my phone vibrated, announcing the arrival of gaziantep kızıl escort bayan a response to my earlier text. I opened the message.

What I saw stunned me. There was a perfect picture of the most beautiful breasts that I had seen. It showed my aunt lifting her blouse and bra to show me her tits. Although the pic only showed my aunt’s breasts and not her face, I quickly recognized the blouse that she had worn when I left the house.

I had to respond. “WOW!!!! Love those. Can’t wait to see more.” I pressed SEND. I tucked my cock back into my pants and started up my car. But before I could back out of the parking space, I heard my phone signal the arrival of another text message. What I saw next was amazing.

There on my phone was a vivid picture of my aunt’s torso, her jeans and panties pulled down and her pussy there for me to clearly see. Her blonde pussy hair demonstrated that the “carpet matched the drapes.” Neatly trimmed, her bush was not thick but thinly covered her vulva. Her pussy lips were distinctly visible. From the perspective, I could tell that Carol had snapped the picture. It came with the caption “something special. Girlfriend helped.”

Without another thought, I quickly put the car in park, pulled my cock back out, and quickly masturbated to an orgasm. As I came, I was deep into an imagined liaison with my aunt, with me on top and her breasts pressed against my chest. My hand as a substitute, I envisioned my cock deep into my aunt. As she orgasmed in my mind, I came over and over. After calming down (and checking to assure that no one had witnessed the last few minutes), I grabbed a napkin from the glove compartment, cleaned up, and tucked my cock away for a second time. Leaving of the parking garage, I just drove around as I waited for the signal from Aunt Judy that was safe to come home.

As I walked into the kitchen, Judy was there grabbing a coke from the refrigerator. I felt a little nervous for the dick pic, but I had comfort in knowing that Judy had sent a couple of pics to me as well. Judy looked up and gave me an embarrassed look. Standing there for few seconds, we looked at each other without speaking. As if on cue, we both began to laugh.

“I guess that worked?” I laughingly said in a sarcastic tone that suggested more of certainty than of doubt.

I guess you can say so. To be bluntly honest, she seemed quite impressed with Daniel’s size. And well, so was I.” Judy giggled as she ended. “But you have something to answer for. What made you think that you could demand a pic from me?” She placed her hands on her hips in mocking protest. “Carol was not going to let me off the hook on that one. She practically pulled my blouse up before I could. Your second request asking for more just made her insist that I send a pussy pic. I hope your satisfied.”

Hoping not to betray my sexual reaction to her pics, I said, “absolutely. And I must say, I was impressed with what I saw.” I glanced from her breasts down to her crotch with a smirking look.

Crossing her arms across her breasts, she said, “well, you can just delete those right now! That was a one-time event. You do not get to keep those.”

“Sure,” I quickly responded. “And you have deleted my pic, right?” I tilted my head and narrowed my gaze at her.

I could see I caught her off guard. Stammering, she said, “uh, well, of course. I don’t want to look at your dick on my phone.” As I stared into her eyes, I could tell she was not telling the truth. Despite her representation to the contrary, she had not deleted the pic, and I certainly was not going to give up my newly granted treasure. We ended the conversation after a few minutes and went to our separate bedrooms.

A week later, Aunt Judy came home from work. Once again, Carol had raised the ante.

“At lunch Carol started in on me again about you… I mean Daniel. She insinuated that you had supplied the pic. She studied the pic closely and accused us of setting all this all up. I tried to argue that I would never ask my nephew to send a dick pic, but she is not buying what I’m trying to sell.”

Thinking about what she said, it suddenly hit me. “What do you mean ‘she studied the pic’? Carol has it?” I stared at Judy.

She hesitated while she tried to think about how she was going to respond. “Uh… well, she asked for it and I didn’t know how to turn her down. I’m so sorry.”

I shook my head slightly. “I don’t care. I find it funny, even sexy that Carol is looking at my pic. I wonder if she is using it to…”

Judy cut me off. “Don’t even think that Mr. Pervert. Besides, now she wants more proof.” What proof I inquired. She hesitated and with a blush on her face said, “she wants a pic of us.” I looked at her inquisitively and raised my hands palms up to ask silently what she meant. What kind I asked.

Again, she hesitated. “A pic of Daniel and me… together.” Her voice trailed off as she nervously twisted her hair.

“Let me get this straight,” I said. “She wants a pic gaziantep kızıl escort of us?” With a look of resignation, she simply nodded. “Like how?” I asked.

With her face flushed red, “well, you know,” Judy began, “a pic of us ‘together.’ It does not have to be actual sex. It just should be something to show us together in the same frame. I know I am asking a bunch, but I was thinking if I was just holding you, your dick.” Once again, her voice trailed off to a whisper. Nervously, she looked down to the floor and then sheepishly up to my eyes.

If Judy only knew how much further I was willing to go, I was not sure how she would have reacted. But I kept my thoughts closely hidden.

“We are just going to keep this to ourselves, right?” I began. She nodded. I looked down in mock contemplation for a moment. Then, looking back to her, I continued. “Okay, when do you want to take the pic?”

Hearing those words, Judy immediately relaxed. “Nephew, you have no idea how much this means to me. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

Hoping that she was not going to change her mind, I suggested that we go ahead and get the pic. She had other ideas.

“Let’s wait until 10 p.m. I told her that I was going out with Daniel tonight and we were going to a hotel. I want to keep everything in line timewise.” I agreed. So, we waited until 10 p.m.

At that time, I knocked on Judy’s bedroom door and she said come in. As I entered, I was greeted with the sight of my aunt dressed in a white baby doll nightie. Sitting on the bed, she looked nervously at me, her arms folded across her breasts as if to hide them. My cock was instantly stirring.

“Wow, you look amazing,” I blurted out. Instantly, I worried that she would back down, but my worry was unfounded. Instead, she rose from the bed, walked to me, and kissed me gently on the cheek.

Looking into my eyes. “Thanks. I needed that. I’m a little self-conscious about my body to begin with, not to mention that I am going to be holding your dick in my hand soon.” She looked away in embarrassment. “We better get this done before I lose my nerve.”

Trying to break the ice, I made the following suggestion. “I’ve been thinking. To take a pic of you holding me, wouldn’t it be better if I was nude? I don’t want her to recognize my clothes, and she certainly hasn’t seen me naked. What do you think?”

Judy thought for a moment and said, “you’re probably right. I know it is asking for a lot, but you probably need to take off your clothes.” I simply nodded and began to disrobe.

As I began with taking off my shirt, Judy sat back down on the bed and continued to watch me. At first, we both looked directly into each other’s eyes, but that quickly changed to her watching as removed each article of clothing. In the meantime, I could not help but gaze at the perfect melons held in place by the skimpy nightie she wore. As I unbuckled my pants and stooped to pull them down, I looked directly between her legs to catch a glimpse of the pussy that I had seen in the pic. I could just make out the fact that she did not have any panties on.

Stepping out of my pants, I tossed them to one side and stood back up. I could feel my hard cock straining to be released from my underwear, the tip protruding slightly from the top. All the while, Judy’s eyes were locked on my groin, waiting to see in person what she had seen before. Allowing both of us to enjoy the moment, I took a few seconds and then pushed my underwear down as I stooped. Again, I tossed them to one side with my foot.

Without another word, Judy stood, took the two steps necessary to stand in front of me, and kissed me again on the cheek. She then handed her phone to me and dropped to her knees.

At first, she just sat on her knees, looking directly at my elevated and now fully erect cock. I noticed that the head was bobbing slightly up and down with every heartbeat. I wanted frantically for her to touch me, to hold my hard cock in her hand, but I knew I had to allow her a few seconds. After what seemed an eternity, she looked up.

“Well,” she started, “I guess we need to take those pics. Why don’t you take a bunch so that we can choose the right ones?” And with that, she gently reached grabbed my dick with her right hand. “What do you think?” she said, asking my opinion as to how she held it.

“That’s great right there. Let me take a few shots.” Taking several pics from different angles and distances, I made the next suggestion. “Rather than just holding it, maybe it would be better if you stroked it while I took the pics.” I held my breath for her response, but she simply began to lightly stroke my cock. Doing my best to take more pics, I somehow kept it together as she slowly increased her movements in tempo. After about 20 more pics, I could feel myself getting close.

“Judy, I hate to say this, but I might, you know, cum.” She looked up briefly but never stopped.

“If you do, get the pics. Surely, that will convince her,” Judy suggested. That was all that I needed.

So, with my aunt stroking my cock like an absolute expert, and with me looking at her perfect tits, I somehow kept taking shot after shot. Finally, I could not prolong it any longer, and I began to cum. Stream after stream of my hot cum fired from cock at Judy’s face. Miraculously, I kept clicking pic after pic. Finally, after my balls had completed emptied, I let the phone drop to my side just as Judy stopped stroking.

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On a warm evening in late July, Olivia and Teresa sipped champagne and relaxed on a big cushioned chaise lounge by Olivia’s pool, along with Olivia’s sons. Everyone was naked, as they usually were in the Walker household. The two women slouched with their legs wide open and their butts perched on the edge of their seats, while Olivia’s sons knelt on cushions before them.

“That’s sooo nice,” Teresa sighed encouragingly to Dylan as he massaged and kissed her smooth, tanned legs. She took a long drink and glanced over at Olivia. “You do have these two very well trained.”

“It’s simple behavioral conditioning.” Olivia shrugged modestly, patting the top of Tyler’s head as he kissed his way down her belly. “They please Mama, they get pussy. Works a treat on horny young guys.” She stretched one leg under Tyler to tickle his cock with her toes. He was hard as iron. Pre-cum oozed from his cum-slit, dripping onto the marble tile of the pool deck.

Intrigued, Teresa mimicked her best friend’s technique on Dylan’s prick and was rewarded by several spurts of warm clear goo on the arch of her foot. “Do these two ever run dry?” she wondered aloud.

“There’s a reason it’s called the fountain of youth, Hon. It’s the collective unconscious. Any lusty woman who’s honest with herself soon discovers that young lovers are the best.” Olivia draped her calves over Tyler’s shoulders, offering her cunt to his lips. He eagerly kissed her mound.

Dylan worked his way up Teresa’s thighs and sealed his mouth to her snatch. She cried out when his tongue parted her sex lips, licking from back to front and finally darting against her stiff clit. Her yells sounded across the broad manicured lawn.

Olivia’s yard was separated from the surrounding houses by bordering trees and high hedges. If the neighbors were aware of Olivia’s penchant for such outdoor recreation they were discreet about it, perhaps hoping for invitations of their own–invitations which Olivia occasionally extended. Teresa had learned that behind her crisp professional façade, Olivia was a warm and generous woman, especially where matters of sex were concerned.

When Teresa had made up her mind to leave Sean’s father, Olivia immediately invited the mother and son to move in with her. The months that followed had been the most exciting of Teresa’s life. Day after day, Olivia had coaxed her to free herself of old hang-ups and break through her hesitation to fully explore her sexuality. As a result, Teresa felt more alive than she had in decades.

A few weeks ago, she and Sean had encountered their former next-door neighbor, Lucille Williams, at the local outlet mall. Lucy hadn’t recognized her at first. Teresa wore her hair now in a loose, youthful layered cut, and she was dressed to show off her figure in black leather jeans, lace-up halter, and four-inch heels. She’d been amused by Lucy’s double-take and by the woman’s shocked fascination at Sean’s open display of unfilial devotion to his mom. Was there a hint of envy in Lucy’s eyes? Teresa could just imagine the rounds of gossip that Lucy would set off on the old block when she told the neighbors.

“Where did that son of mine get off to, anyway?” Teresa stretched like a cat on a favorite pillow, luxuriating in Dylan’s attention to her cunt. “I could use a snack right now.”

“Patience, Hon. I asked Sean to help me out by making a couple of calls. Arrangements for tonight. He’ll be along shortly.”

“You are mysterious this evening.” Teresa regarded Olivia curiously. “What are you up to?”

“Well, I was thinking…your divorce is final today.”

“A free woman at last!” Teresa agreed. “I’m eternally grateful for all your help and encouragement.”

“So, I decided that we should celebrate tonight. I’ve planned a few extra special surprises. And, speak of the Devil–“

“Everything’s set up,” Sean announced with a wink at Olivia as he joined the party. The two mothers scooted apart so that he could settle in between them on the lounger.

“You better tell Mama what you’re up to,” Teresa playfully chided him.

“I promised Olivia, Mom. You’ll have to wait and see.” Sean took her glass from her and set it down on the deck, then drew her into his arms and kissed her deeply. She sighed happily when he cupped and squeezed one of her tits. Running her hand over his fully erect cock, she decided that the interrogation could wait.

Teresa got down on her hands and knees on and started licking her son’s cock. Olivia soon joined her, and the blonde moved over to make room. Olivia stroked porno videolar Sean’s balls as she licked up one side of his cock while his mother worked on the other. Teresa was in heaven, mouthing and nibbling and sucking the thick mass of her son’s prick. She rolled her hand over his glans to feel his blood rushing to it, which made it swell even more. Olivia matched her, suck for suck, and for what seemed the thousandth time now Teresa was awed both by the doctor’s beauty and by her total abandonment in pursuit of sexual pleasure.

“I ain’t gonna just stand here and watch,” Tyler told Dylan. “Wanna flip for their pussies?”

“Nah, I wanna do Mom first,” Dylan replied.

“Oh, how did I not see that coming?” Tyler jabbed his brother in the arm. “Go on, then, suit yourself.”

The twins sank their rampant cocks into the women’s dripping cunts.

“Sean, man, I love how your mom’s pussy squeezes my cock,” Tyler. “She’s got a real snapper.”

“Don’t I know it,” Sean chuckled, tickling Teresa’s nipples while she mouthed his cock. “She just milks the jizz right out of you, huh?”

Teresa’s heart filled with pride at hearing the praise for her sexual performance while she sucked her son’s cock and took big teen meat up her fuck-hole. Such talk always excited her. Once upon a time, she might have found it degrading. But Olivia always reminded her that they were the ones in control, not their sons. “Remember the formula, Terri–make ’em hot, make ’em hard, make ’em wait.”

Teresa did her best to practice what Olivia preached, but it was easy to forget that she was the parent when the guys got her motor running on high. She just wanted cock too much and was ready to open her legs to all comers.

Their first group fuck of the night continued for a long time, with Dylan and Tyler switching between Teresa and Olivia more than once. Teresa lost count of her orgasms.

Sean finally came, feeding his mother a full load of hot jism while Olivia kissed his balls and fingered his asshole. Teresa couldn’t swallow fast enough to keep up with him. When she released his prick, cum overflowed and dripped down the corners of her mouth. Olivia kissed her, sharing and swallowing the excess.

“Take five, fellows,” Olivia said. The twins obediently pulled out of the women’s pussies, awaiting her next instructions.

“Your sons are incredible,” Teresa marveled. “They haven’t cum yet.”

“They’ve got great stamina,” Olivia agreed. “They take after their father, that way. As far as I was concerned, he was the most fantastic fuck on Earth. But he was remarkable in so many other ways as well. A brilliant psychiatrist and a gifted teacher. He taught me to live my life without fear or shame. To listen to my heart and my cunt, and to embrace all the pleasures of mind and body that this world offers. If I could have spent my whole life with anyone, it would have been him. And I know he felt the same.”

“But you didn’t. You two never wanted to marry?”

“Never an option, Honey. Proper young ladies don’t marry their daddies.”

“He was your father!” Teresa’s lust surged at the realization.

“Yes. All that I have and all that I am, I learned between my father’s knees. And on my back, taking Daddy’s dick after he popped my cherry on my eighteenth birthday. A little tradition that I carried forward with the twins. Father passed long ago, but I’ve dedicated myself to leading other willing women along the path to sexual self-actualization through incestuous fucking.”

“How very noble of you.”

“Yes, I’m a veritable spread-legged good Samaritan, aren’t I?” Olivia laughed wickedly. She stood and clapped her hands. “Now then–guys, let’s give Teresa her first surprise of the evening!”

With that, Dylan and Tyler lifted Teresa and carried her into the house, ignoring her squeals and protests as they lumbered up the main stair and dropped her onto the oversized brass bed in the master bedroom. They flipped her over on her back in the center of the mattress while Olivia retrieved a set of silk cords from her vanity. She tossed two to Sean, who quickly looped one cord over Teresa’s right ankle and fastened it to a bedpost.

“Oh dear, whatever are you doing?” Teresa giggled as Olivia secured one of her wrists to another post.

“You just chill, Mom,” Sean snickered, grabbing her free ankle. “We want to give you something special tonight that we’ll all remember.”

Before she knew it, Teresa was spread-eagled with her wrists and ankles bound to porno video izle the corners of the bed. She was completely naked and exposed to the eyes of her son and their horny friends. Seeing their lewd expressions, fully aware that she was helpless to prevent anything that they chose to do to her, she trembled with excitement.

“Damn, what a body,” Tyler said, taking a swaggering step toward the bed. “I can’t wait to fuck her again.”

“Hey, you just had your turn!” Dylan objected.

Olivia threw a stiff arm out to block Tyler’s way. “She’s Sean’s mother, you big dummy. He’ll always be first, and you two can just get used to it. Isn’t that right, Terri?”

“Oh, absolutely,” Teresa agreed. She licked her lips as she watched her son’s cock, which had so recently spewed a heavy cum-load onto her face and tits, spring up higher and harder than before as he approached her.

Dylan and Tyler knelt on either side of Teresa’s head, their big pricks bobbing just inches from her lips. When Tyler’s cock-knob grazed her cheek she turned her head instinctively to take it into her mouth. She sucked him gently, savoring the flavor of pussy juice and cum that still lingered on him. Teresa had grown to love the taste of her own cunt cream on the cocks and lips of her lovers, both male and female. She had learned to love everything about her body and her appetites, as Olivia had encouraged her to explore and indulge her every horny urge and fantasy. One by one, her prejudices and inhibitions had fallen away like the layers of shapeless, frumpy clothing beneath which she had shyly hidden her beauty.

Teresa felt Dylan’s cock poking against the back of her head. She took Tyler’s prick from her mouth, turned, and sucked Dylan’s deep into her throat. Tyler wrapped a handful of her hair around his cock and slid the silky blond locks back and forth along his shaft to pleasure himself while waiting another turn between Teresa’s lips.

Sean lay down between his mother’s legs. His tongue traced wet circles over her pussy mound, zeroing in on her slit little by little. She wriggled helplessly, straining against her bonds and mewling with fuck-need as her son licked slowly up and down the lips of her cunt.

Teresa switched back and forth between the twins, deep-throating Tyler’s cock again while Dylan sucked on her titties, then doing the same for Dylan while Tyler took his turn at her big boobs. She could tell that the brothers were old hands at sharing a woman between them, speaking nary a word as they alternated positions. The brothers didn’t let their sibling rivalry stand in the way of extracting the greatest possible enjoyment from Teresa’s body, both for themselves and for her. She wished she could use her hands on them as well as her mouth, stroking and playing with their balls as she sucked on their shafts.

Sean flicked his tongue deftly back and forth on her tender clit, ratcheting her lust higher. She bucked her hips in a fucking motion, her juices flowing like a river. “Oh, baby, I need you,” she whined. “I need my son’s big dick inside me, now!”

“Do it,” Olivia prompted, slouching on an overstuffed chair and fingering her pussy. “Fuck your mother while she sucks off my sons.”

Sean got to his knees between his mother’s luscious thighs and eased his cock-knob into her cunt. Teresa’s whole body convulsed as the thick column of his cock penetrated her. He started out fucking her at a slow pace, knowing that even after months of experience it still took Mom a little while to adjust to his massive fuck-tool every time they made it together.

Dylan and Tyler moved away from Teresa so that Sean could stretch out above her, supporting himself on his elbows while thrusting faster in and out of her cunt-hole. His hard, muscular chest grazed her swollen nipples with every stroke, igniting delightful little sparks in her tits and belly. Mother and son kissed passionately, their tongues teasing and intertwining, spurring each other’s lust onward. Teresa wanted to lock her arms and legs around Sean and crush him against her, but all she could do was thrash against her restraining ropes.

Damn Olivia Walker anyway, with her games and her “surprises.” The most infuriating thing about her tricks and smug manipulations was that she was always right! Teresa was certain that she’d never forget the ecstasy of being tied down and helplessly fucked by three young studs–one of them her son–on the very day that the courts had declared her a free woman. A delicious porno video irony, indeed.

As aggravating as Olivia’s controlling ways were, Teresa had learned the rewards of following her friend and mentor’s sensual guidance. Just as Olivia had promised on that first visit to her office, seemingly ages ago, sex with two men was better than with just one, even if the one was her beloved son. Fucking three was even better. So many fingers and tongues. So many cocks, devoted to her carnal pleasure.

“Oh! Oh, fuck, feels so good!” Teresa cried out. “Unngggh! Oh fuck, love your big cock…fuck Mommy’s cunt, Darling! Ram my horny little cunt!” Sean fucked his mother’s cock-throttling pussy hard and fast, gazing into her lust-crazed eyes, watching her giant, darkly tanned tits bounce and jiggle as he pounded his prick forward and back.

Teresa thrashed madly beneath her son, meeting his every stroke with a thrust of her hips. Her pussy spasmed and contracted uncontrollably around his cock and she exploded in orgasm. A few seconds later she felt his throbbing cock spew its precious load, pouring warm soothing semen into her convulsing fuck-tunnel.

Sean rose and sat back on his heels, pulling his cock from his mother’s cunt with a loud plop. Dylan and Tyler moved in, both pumping their identical huge pricks, spraying cum onto Teresa’s belly and face and tits. When at last they stopped squirting, she was glazed from pussy to eyebrows with long ribbons and splashes of jism. It pooled in her navel and ran down her sides onto the sheets.

Exhausted, Teresa thought she must have fainted from sheer, delirious pleasure. The next thing she knew, she was awakening to the ringing of the front doorbell. Olivia and Sean were wiping the cum from her face and body with soapy cloths.

“We want you all pretty and fresh for what comes next, don’t we?” Olivia said. “Dylan, be a doll and answer the door, please?”

Dylan jumped out of bed and raced downstairs without pausing to even throw on a bathrobe.

“Wait a minute!” Teresa exclaimed. “Olivia, what are you up to now?”

“I did promise you more than one surprise tonight, didn’t I?” Olivia chuckled and pinched her friend’s cheek.

Teresa heard three pairs of footsteps coming up the main stairs, and then Dylan reappeared, followed by another young man and an older woman with fiery red hair.

“Heya, Sis!” Teresa’s sister Sophia called out cheerfully. Her son Rory stood beside her, eyes wide and mouth hanging open as he happily took in the spectacle of the family orgy in progress.

“Oh no!” Teresa instinctively tried to reach for the bed sheet to cover herself, forgetting for a moment that she was still tied to the bed.

“How was your flight?” Olivia asked.

“Long. Crowded,” Sophia said. “But when Sean told us what you all were up to, we couldn’t wait to get here. Thanks for having him send a limo to the airport to fetch us, dear.”

“I’m more than glad to help bring families together in whatever way I can,” Olivia said with a wry smile. “What are you waiting for? Join the celebration.”

Teresa watched in total shock as her sister and nephew casually undressed. A light dawned on her when she remembered Sophia’s enthusiastic recommendation of Olivia.

When she got her first look at Rory’s cock, Teresa shuddered with excitement. She gave in completely to the absurd, delightful promise of sexual bliss that her new life held.

“Could one of you at least untie me?” she asked with a laugh.

“All in good time, Sis. First, I’m going to have some fun with your pretty pussy.” Naked now, Sophia crawled between Teresa’s legs, inhaling deeply of her sister’s aroma. “It’s something I’ve fantasized about since we were young, but I never had the nerve. One more thing that we both owe Doctor Walker.”

Teresa wailed with joy as she felt her sister’s full, red lips on her pussy.

Rory crouched above Teresa’s head, bracing himself with his hands against the headboard behind him, his big cock aimed right at her mouth. The plum-sized head dangled enticingly just inches from her open lips. He paused and looked at Sean.

“Go ahead, Cuz,” Sean said, tossing Rory a pillow. “Feed her the meat. Mom don’t like to wait.”

Rory tucked the pillow under his aunt’s neck, entwined his fingers in her blonde curls, and tipped her head back. Teresa opened her mouth wide, mewling softly around his thick shaft as she throated him.

“I’ve been waitin’ awhile for this, myself,” Sean declared as he knelt behind Sophia. He sank his cock into his aunt’s cunt from behind and started pumping.

Dylan and Tyler sat on the edge of the bed while Olivia jacked and sucked on their pricks. “This is your night, Terri,” she said. “When I’ve got the guys ready, they’re all yours too.

“And I promise you, there are more surprises yet to come.”

THE END

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Enfin les vacances! Avec la routine quotidienne et le boulot, j’étais impatient de pouvoir me reposer. Ma mère, Natasha, m’a annoncé une surprise de taille : elle venait de réserver un sublime palace aux iles Baléares pendant 1 semaine. Elle avait cherché sur internet et trouvé ce voyage qui était en promotion.

Le jour suivant, nous avons donc pris la direction de l’aéroport. Le vol entre la France et les iles m’a semblé plus long que prévu : plus de 3h de vol.

Une fois arrivé à destination, étant exténué par le trajet, mais aussi par la chaleur qui pesait énormément, nous sommes directement allés nous coucher, voulant profiter un maximum les jours d’après.

Le lendemain, nous avons pu nous promener à travers le complexe. Le lieu était immense : Plusieurs bâtiments, de nombreux bars et au moins 4 piscines. Ce lieu n’était pas uniquement francophone. On y trouvait des vacanciers de toute nationalité, avec une bonne majorité d’espagnols.

Notre choix s’est porté sur une petite piscine où il y avait peu de monde.

Ma mère s’est allongé sur un transat avec pour objectif de passer son après-midi à bronzer.

Elle avait donc prit soin de mettre un maillot de bain 2 pièces rouge fluo très fin, qui recouvrait avec peine les parties intéressantes de son corps.

Il est vrai que son physique ne me laissait pas indifférent : femme de 40 ans bien conservée, elle restait fine avec pourtant une poitrine imposante. Elle prenait soin d’entretenir ses formes. J’avais souvent fantasmé sur elle. La voir dans cette tenue me faisait de l’effet.

Apparemment, je n’étais pas le seul dans ce cas : à quelques mètres de nous, 2 hommes d’une trentaine d’années étaient en train de mater ma mère. Ils la reluquaient tout en parlant.

A un moment, Natasha s’est retournée pour s’allonger sur le ventre. Les hommes et moi-même avons alors pu admirer la seconde partie de l’anatomie de cette sublime femme. Son fessier semblait ferme et bien proportionné, pas trop gras mais pas trop petit non plus. Ses fesses bien rondes étaient une invitation à venir la prendre par derrière. L’une des mains d’un des hommes a disparu dans son caleçon pour commencer à se branler.

Le soleil a fini par tomber et nous sommes allés manger puis, n’ayant pas envie de ressortir le soir, nous sommes allés nous coucher.

Quand le soleil s’est à nouveau levé, j’ai insisté pour retourner bronzer à la piscine. Malheureusement, il y avait trop de monde là ou nous étions la veille. Nous avons donc trouvé des places près d’une autre piscine. Quelques minutes ont passé avant que je ne remarque un détail intriguant : les 2 mâles de la veille étaient venus s’installer sur des transats à quelques mètres seulement des nôtres. Leur regard était à nouveau tourné vers ma mère. Parfois, ils échangeaient quelques mots entre eux, sans toutefois se détourner d’elle. Ils étaient espagnols. Mon niveau dans cette langue était très faible, mais en tendant l’oreille, j’ai très vite compris qu’ils disaient des vulgarités sur ma mère.

En découvrant que j’étais en train d’observer leur manège, ils ont subitement arrêté de parler. J’ai souris en leur faisant un clin d’œil. Les 2 espagnols, surpris, ont souris à leur tour et ont continué à débattre.

J’étais décidé à agir. Pas à passer mes vacances à regarder ma mère bronzer. Je voulais de l’action. Du sexe. Et j’allais être servi.

Je suis allé voir les espagnols pour leur parler. Dans un anglais hésitant, je leur ai fait comprendre que j’avais remarqué qu’ils étaient intéressés par ma mère. Je leur ai proposé un plan et ils ont vite accepté. Satisfait, ukraynalı gaziantep escort je suis retourné vers ma mère qui continuait de somnoler, inconsciente que je venais de la vendre.

Le jour suivant, nous sommes encore retourné à la piscine. Je me suis arrangé pour être en plein soleil là où il faisait le plus chaud. Je suis ensuite allé ensuite chercher de l’alcool très fort. J’ai demandé au bar l’alcool le plus fort qu’ils avaient ainsi qu’un soda très sucré pour servir de diluant. Puis je suis allé donner le verre à ma mère. Elle a apprécié le geste et comme elle avait très chaud et très soif, elle a tout but en une traite. J’ai refais cela une fois sans qu’elle ne soupçonne quoi que ce soit. Elle a commencé à se questionner quand je lui ait ramené un troisième verre ;

« Pourquoi tu me sers autant?

– C’est des cocktails que la réception nous offre. Et du coup ce serait dommage de pas les boire. »

Cette excuse a semblé lui convenir car elle a prit le verre que je lui tendait?

Quand je lui ai tendis un autre verre j’ai même rajouté:

«Cette fois c’est le dernier verre »

Mais elle l’a prit sans rechigner pour le boire. Ses pensées étaient en train de se troubler. Elle souriait bêtement. Je lui ait donc donné encore un autre verre pour être certain du résultat.

L’alcool avait fait son effet. Elle était ivre, vulnérable au moindre prédateur.

J’ai patienté quelques minutes avant de continuer le plan.

D’un discret signe de la main, j’ai montré aux espagnols qu’ils pouvaient intervenir Sans demander leur reste, ils se sont présentés devant nous.

« Buenas dias senora

– Somos agentes de policia y llevamos a cabo controles aleatorios de las habitaciones de huéspedes en el hotel Agin para verificar si todo esta en orden. »

Ma mère ne parlait pas espagnol et de toute façon, elle était trop bourrée pour comprendre quoi que ce soit. Elle m’a demandé de traduire.

– C’est des agents de police. Ils contrôlent souvent les personnes de l’hotel et ils veulent vérifier notre chambre, histoire de voir si y a rien d’illicite, comme la drogue.

– Donne leur les clefs.

– Mais ils veulent qu’on viennent avec eux. C’est le protocole.

– D’accord. »

Elle était tombé dans notre piège.

L’un des espagnols nous a demandé de le suivre. L’autre homme, sourire au lèvre, nous suivait. Ils jouaient parfaitement leur rôle de policier.

Ma mère était sous l’effet de l’alcool et avait du mal à suivre l’homme devant nous. Elle zizaguait et ses pas étaient mal assurés. Elle était toujours en maillot de bain dans les couloirs des chambres.

Le premier homme ne nous conduisait pas à notre chambre. Ils nous emmenaient dans un couloir totalement opposé. Mais ma mère était trop ivre pour s’en apercevoir, se contentant juste d’essayer de ne pas tomber et de suivre l’homme qui menait la marche.

Ce dernier s’est finalement arrêté devant une porte. Il l’a ouverte et nous a invité à entrer. La chambre était petite. De nombreux vêtements étaient éparpillés sur le sol. Une odeur de renfermé régnait dans la pièce. L’un des 2 étalons a fermé la porte. J’ai entendu le son distinct d’un verrou.

Ma mère était prise au piège.

« Es un desastre!

– Il dit que c’est un peu le bordel..

– Je…oui.. on s’attendait pas à avoir de la visite.

Natasha n’avait même plus conscience que ce n’était pas sa chambre mais celle d’inconnus.

Les 2 hommes ont fait mine de fouiller la chambre. Quelques minutes après, l’un des 2 complices gaziantep ukraynalı escort s’est approché dangereusement de ma mère.

« Tu habitacion se ve bien. Tengo que hacer una busqueda corporal.

– Il dit qu’il doit faire une fouille au corps pour vérifier si il n’y a pas de produits illicites sur nous. »

Ma mère a consenti avec un hochement de tête.

Avec un sourire, l’homme a posé ses mains sur les bras de la somptueuse femme devant lui. Ses mains ont parcouru le corps de ma mère en frôlant sa peau.

En arrivant à hauteur de ses seins, l’homme ne s’est pas arrêté, bien au contraire. Ses mains se sont infiltrés dans le maillot pour venir malaxer les mamelons. Natasha n’esquissait pas le moindre geste pour se détacher de son emprise. Elle semblait hypnotisée, se contentant de sourire de manière crispé.

Les mains se sont faites plus fermes tout en continuant à tripoter cette poitrine généreuse. Les seins de ma mère ont gonflé pour très vite gagner en volume.

Satisfait, l’homme a continué son exploration, descendant ses mains au niveau du ventre de ma mère puis de son entrejambe. Il a baissé la culotte, rendant visible la partie intime de ma mère. L’autre homme n’a pas pu s’empêcher de siffler d’admiration : son entrejambe était parfaitement épilée. Peu d’hommes avaient eu le privilège de voir son intimité, surtout récemment. Pourtant, ma mère faisait particulièrement attention à son épilation.

L’homme a placé un doigt entre ses cuisses. Il massait légèrement l’entré de son antre.

J’ai jeté un coup d’œil vers l’autre homme. Il avait discrètement retiré son pantalon et son caleçon, dévoilant une bite gonflé par l’envie. Il s’est rapproché du couple en prenant le plus grand soin à rester hors du champs de vision de ma mère. En comprenant que son partenaire venait de passer la vitesse supérieure, le 2ème espagnol a placé ses mains sur les épaules de Natasha pour l’inciter à se baisser devant lui. Elle était crispé, hésitante. Sans doute un réflexe, un dernier instinct qui lui conseillait de se méfier.

Alors, je suis intervenu :

« Agenouille toi devant lui!

J’avais dis cette phrase avec assurance mais avec une certaine fermeté. Assez doux pour qu’elle soit en confiance mais assez dur pour qu’elle obéisse sans discuter. Cet ordre venait de moi, son fils. Quelqu’un de confiance. Ses dernières résistances ont donc cédé.

Elle s’est exécuté sous le regard de l’homme. Il a lui aussi retiré ses vêtements pour libérer son sexe bien bandé également.

En voyant ce pénis surgir à quelques centimètres d’elle, Natasha s’est reculé. Elle s’est heurté au second homme, qui était nu aussi. Elle était entre les 2 hommes, entre les 2 bites. Comprenant qu’elle n’avait pas d’issu, elle s’est mise à trembler.

« Je… arretez…non… »

J’étais médusé par la scène. Le mâle qui était devant elle s’est encore rapproché pour placer sa queue à quelques centimètres de la bouche de ma mère. Son membre a touché les lèvres de Natasha. Il cherchait à pénétrer sa petite bouche. Pourtant, ma mère a refusé d’ouvrir, bougeant son visage pour s’éloigner. Sans se démonter, l’homme a agrippé ses cheveux avec autorité et l’a tiré vers lui. Finalement, le gland du mâle a finit par s’engouffrer entre les lèvres de ma mère. Ma mère a finie par emboucher ce pénis sans vraiment avoir le choix. Quel régal de voir la bite d’un homme disparaître au fond de la gorge de ma mère! Quel pied! Sans plus de retenu, l’hispanique a rythmé le mouvement d’entrée et de sortie de sa queue gaziantep ukraynalı escort bayan dans la bouche de cette femme. Il a imprimé un rythme soutenu et ma mère avait du mal à suivre . Le gland allait se loger loin au fond de sa gorge à chaque passe.

Il baisait sa petite bouche. Je restais en extase devant cette gorge profonde qu’elle était en train de subir.

Natasha toussait, tentant en vain de reprendre sa respiration. Il lui laissait quelques secondes de répit ou elle pouvait respirer sans avoir sa bite entre ses lèvres. Puis il replongeait de plus belle. Du liquide blanchâtre et visqueux dégoulinait de sa bouche. L’autre espagnol a fait en sorte que ma mère prenne sa bite entre ses mains pour la masturber. Elle massait son membre par réflexe, sans vraiment en être consciente, étant plus concentré à ce qui se passait dans sa bouche.

Quelques minutes ont passé quand soudain, l’homme entre ses lèvres a subitement accéléré ses mouvements. Ses coups de reins se sont fait plus insistant, plus violents. L’orgasme arrivait. Ma mère a essayé de se reculer mais l’homme lui maintenait fermement la tête. Dans un dernier élan, il s’est enfoncé au plus profond dans sa bouche et il a jouit. Sa queue a tressauté plusieurs fois en lâchant une quantité impressionnante de sperme. Elle a été forcé de tout avaler.

L’homme s’est retiré pour se faire remplacer par son collègue. Ma mère a subit à nouveau ce traitement. L’homme était plus expressif, lâchant de petits râles pour indiquer qu’il prenait son pied. Il a lui aussi joui sa semence dans sa bouche.

L’orgie s’est poursuivit. Après ces préliminaires, les 2 hommes ibériques ont soulevé ma mère pour aller la placer sur le lit.

Elle était toujours dans un état second, sous les effets de l’alcool, se pensant sans doute dans un rêve. Elle somnolait à moitié, begayant quelques mots :

« veux..dormir…mal… »

L’un des 2 hispaniques a fouillé dans une valise et en a ressorti des capotes. Il en donna une à son collègue avec un sourire. Ce dernier s’est ensuite avancé pour introduire sa queue au fond de l’intimité de ma mère.

« Laissez…moi…pas ça… »

L’ignorant complètement, Il a introduis son gland dans son antre. Il maintenait les jambes de sa partenaire avec ses mains. Il a poussé pour aller s’enfoncer le plus loin possible entre ses cuisses. Il coulissait au fond de son utérus en réalisant de puissants coups de reins. Ses couilles heurtaient la peau de ma mère à chaque aller et venu, produisant un petit claquement distinct. Il besognait sans ménagement cette pauvre femme qui était incapable de résister à ses pulsions sauvages. Ses seins bougeaient en rythme en réponse à ces charges. Quelques minutes ont suffis pour qu’il jouisse. Il s’est retiré en poussant un juron. Il n’avait pas réussit à contenir son orgasme et avait jouit trop vite à son goût.

Son collègue prit la relève, gardant un rythme toujours aussi élevé. Il agrippa les seins de ma mère pour jouer avec pendant qu’il s’accouplait. Contrairement à tout à l’heure avec la fouille ou il l’avait caressé, il était cette fois nettement plus dur, en malaxant et en pinçant sans ménagement ses tétons. A ma surprise, ma mère haletait. Sa respiration s’était accélérée et elle poussait de petits couinements. C’était là une preuve qu’elle prenait son pied.

Il a finit par jouir à son tour. Il a retiré la capote de sa queue et a présenté sa bite bandée comme jamais devant le ventre de ma mère. Dans un ultime orgasme, plusieurs jets de son foutre ont jaillit pour venir s’étaler sur les seins de la pauvre femme.

Les 3 personnes étaient exténuées. Chacun luisait de transpiration. Ma mère était elle aussi fatiguée et elle commençait à sombrer dans un sommeil pour cuver. Mais je ne voulais pas que ça s’arrête. Je voulais que ça dure.. encore et encore. Et j’allais très vite le faire savoir.

J’ai demandé aux espagnols d’aller se reposer. Avec un sourire, ils ont quitté la chambre, non sans m’avoir remercié et fait des clins d’œil.

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Disclaimer –

All characters are over 18. Any reference to ‘summers’ or ‘winters’ should be considered as years.

(e.g. “She had seen 18 summers” = 18 years old)

The locations, religion, people and history are entirely fictional.

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Temple of the goddess of the family – the fourth year of the reign of Queen Nameria (3056 BC).

The trade city of Kamberni.

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Many worshippers came and went every day. Most just left offerings of thanks. Grain, bread, meat, milk. Occasionally they came with coins or finer gifts. Gifts the temple gratefully received. Those more exquisite gifts would be presented to me – the high priest – in person, and I would bestow my blessings upon them.

An important task, but not my favourite.

Another role was as conductor of marriages. All marriages began in the temple of the goddess of the family, for all families began here. Many of the priests view it as our most sacred duty, and are surprised when I passed it to lesser priests so freely.

In truth, my favourite role was that of the peacemaker – between the goddess and those she was upset with. Though other priests disliked this task, I enjoyed it thoroughly.

As before, it would usually be the more well-off clients who earned my personal attention, though I would help some poorer cases too, if I felt the goddess would want them helped.

Worship and thanksgiving were always done at the front of the temple. Atonement and reunification always was done in special rooms at the rear of the holy building, close to the priestly chambers.

The first group of the afternoon were shown into the room. A man of working age, maybe 20 or 21 summers, and a woman clearly his mother by her age and her similarity to the younger man. Her hair had silvered, but her body was still firm. They were both well dressed, and a small amount of jewellery hung from both of them. The woman had a strange mark on her neck, and I realised it was from where a large necklace had once been, hiding her skin from the scotching outside sun, but for some reason the necklace was no longer worn.

I called a servant to bring chairs for the two guests. I had seen them before in previous years bringing good offerings to our temple. With an older man, if I remembered correctly. The woman’s husband.

They sat in their chairs opposite my official throne-of-office. A solid stone chair on a dais, it raised me slightly above the pair. Behind them was the alter to the goddess, a long strong slab of marble where offerings could be presented. And staring down at the marble alter, at the other end of the room, was a large statue of the goddess herself.

“High Priest…” The woman began, before her son interrupted and took over.

“High Priest, we seek your guidance” he said reverently but firmly. “We believe we have somehow offended the goddess, and seek your council on how to restore us in her sight.”

I thought for a moment, listening to the man, trying to seek what the goddess may have become unhappy with. “Explain” I instructed simply.

This time the mother spoke. “Our family has always been devoted to the goddess. Every year, my late husband and I would bring our sons and we would bring gifts, thanking her for good business deals the past year. But…”

She choked back a tear, before moving on with her story.

“…Last year, the god of health took back his protection on my husband, and he passed on to the next realm. Since then…”

The son picked up the story. “Since then, our business goes sour. Our deals fall through, our trade caravans get hit by bandits. And now we come to give our yearly offering, but find we have nothing to give ourselves, let alone give to the goddess.”

I stood up and moved to the large statue at the other end of the room. Praying loudly to the goddess for many minutes, I stroke the goddess’s statue, or slap my hands on the marble alter.

The answer comes to me. The goddess has given me her wisdom.

I return to the couple, a question on my lips for the mother. “He is not your oldest son, is he?”

She shook her head. “No, your grace. My eldest has no skill for numbers and trades. In truth, he fell upon his head as a child. So my younger child here took over the family business when my husband passed.”

“Then the problem is clear!” I tell both of them. “As is a solution. Three solutions, in fact.”

“Please my lord!” the young man said urgingly. “We will do what you ask!”

I slowly explained. “The most simple solution is for your eldest to take responsibility for the family business. He must organise each trade and caravan.”

“Impossible!” the younger son said loudly, his voice raised in slight anger at the suggestion. “My brother cannot count past seven. How would he organise our business?! Tell us – what was the other solution. Surely that is better.”

I looked at the woman, ignoring her son for a moment. “You could remarry. Then offer the usual sacrifices and your new escort portalı marriage will be blessed like the old one.”

“But my lord”, the mother replied “The family business would become his, not mine. And my sons would lose their inheritance. Plus I am a older woman now, seeing almost fifty summers. It would be almost impossible to find a good husband at my age, without becoming a second or even third wife. You said there was a third option. What is it?”

I smiled at both of them. “Simple. Fuck. Each other.”

“…my lord?” the mother’s voice stuttered in surprise.

“When your husband died, the goddess’s blessing on him moved to your oldest. It is the way of things. But your younger child tries to trade without her divine guidance. That offended her. But…”

I pointed at the marble alter.

“…If you fuck your son in the sight of the goddess, she will see him as your new husband, and your trade blessings will return.”

I watched the woman’s face for a long time, as she processed the news. First shock and revulsion, as she considered the taboo suggestion – to have forbidden union with her son. Her face changed to a smile as she thought back on her first time in this temple, becoming married to her husband, and their first union. Her virgin blood staining the alter of the goddess in one of the marriage rooms, as their marriage was consummated in front of the goddess and one of her priests.

She moved her hand to her neck, to the place where the large necklace had once been. She’d clearly been forced to sell it recently to cover bills. She thought on her home, and the lifestyle she was used to living. She thought of her oldest son, unable to survive without the family business.

Slowly, she looked me in the eyes, and nodded.

I stood up and took the woman’s hand, leading her to the alter. She looks up at the statue of the goddess, her beautiful marble face staring back down at the motherly woman. She genuflected reverently to the goddess of the family, ready to do what she must for her god.

The younger son however, did not seem too upset by this turn of events. Even as his mother gently removed her underclothing, he was already fully naked, and stroking his member to shape. She placed two hands on the marble alter and leaned her body over. She moved one hand over to her mouth for a moment, and gathered spit, before moistening herself with it.

The son moved behind her, and positioned himself at her entrance. Without even waiting for an acknowledgement, He pushes himself firmly forward, and pushed his sword into his mother’s scabbard. They both let out a moan, and I watch as their incestuous ‘marriage’ begins. His fast thrusting showed little care for his mother’s older body. He fucked her like she were just 18 summers old, where in truth she was closer to 50.

As I walk around the alter and the couple, chanting the solemn prayers to the goddess, I feel a stirring in my own undergarments. Not unusual for the situation. I call to the servant at the door, and tell them to send for apprentice Kimba. I hear the feet of the servant run down the hallway.

Kimba bowed her head to the goddess reverently as she enters the room. The light from a nearby candle dancing across her long golden hair. My niece, she looks the near spitting image of my sister at that age of 20 summers. In her second year as apprentice to become a priestess, she looks at the couple, and then back to me, realising what I wanted from her.

As I finished my final circle of prayer around the couple, I instructed them to change positions. The younger son now laid on the cold slab of marble, his dick pointing up towards the statue and the sky above.

I sat back down on my official throne-of-office, as the older woman climbed onto the alter, and squatted over her son. Grabbing her son’s dick, she lowered herself down onto it. Words like ‘oh goddess’ came from both of them as the mother rode the son.

Meanwhile, my niece moved in front of me, and undid the front fastenings from my priestly robe. My cock burst out, and without hesitation she placed it into her mouth.

This was not unusual for a marriage ceremony. The priest or priestess had to watch the whole consummation, after all. It would be unseemly for the priest to conduct a ceremony with more inflamed passion that the couple they are watching, and worse for him to fix the problem himself, as that would bring anger from the goddess as well as disrespect the couple in front of him.

So the apprentices would be called to help hide the problem, with their mouths.

This was not the first time my niece had done this for me during a marriage ceremony. She knew she was my favourite. And to do this for a high-priest was a great honour. Something that would help her in the future. I myself performed the same service on both priests and priestesses during my initial training.

I feel my niece’s tongue swirling round my cock, a move that always excites me. But my own escort gaziantep portalı pleasure is distracted by the couple on the alter.

A loud moan burst out of the younger son’s mouth, as a different burst erupted from his dick, straight into the womb of his mother. I watch her shudder as she feels his cum inside her. She waits, hovering her body above him, until he has finished releasing himself. Then, she carefully lifted herself off him, a thin trail of cum leaking out of her and onto the marble alter.

“Come here” I instruct them both. I rest my hand for a moment on my niece’s golden hair, a silent signal to keep going.

The two quickly throw their clothes back on, and walk towards the throne-of-office. The man seems a little surprised my blow-job is continuing, but the woman shows no such shock.

“I feel the goddess has placed her blessing back onto you” I tell them both. “Your business with thrive again after today. But do not forget, you are married in the eyes of the goddess now, and must consummate it regularly, as man and wife. At least twice between every full moon.”

“But what of my own wife?!” The younger man asks me, surprised by my instruction to keep fucking his mother.

My eyes close for a moment, as I imagine the man telling his wife of his new, ‘second wife’. I imagine her anger towards him. Then I think of them in an evening, sharing a bed. I imagine his wife watching him fuck his own mother. I imagine the wife joining in, sitting on the face of the mother as the husband/son fucks her in their marriage bed. Or maybe it is the mother who sits on her daughter-in-law’s face, as she watches her son’s cock sliding in and out of his wife’s wet cunt.

The combination of these incestuous thoughts, and the pleasurable blow-job is too much. I shoot my cum into my sweet niece’s mouth. She swallows every drop as it squirts out, licking the tip gently as if coaching more to come out.

Kimba keeps sucking, even as the dick goes limp. She hides that I have finished. It would not be right for the guests to know I had cum imagining them in their marriage bed.

“Alas,” I finally say, trying to pretend my long silence was caused by deep meditation, rather than sexual fulfilment. “I can think of no way around this. The rules of the Goddess are clear on second and third marriages. You must be equal to all your brides. Exactly equal. Each time you lay with your first wife, you must also lay with your second.”

“What does that mean?” Asks the man, though the mother’s odd smile suggests she has already realised. “At the same time?”

“If you want. But I suspect that would not bring the most harmony to your family. Simply follow this instruction – If you sleep with your wife on the first day of the week, You should fuck your mother on the second day. Or at least before you sleep with your wife again. Alternately, so to speak. If you wish to keep things secret, I suggest your mother spends much more time at your warehouse on the edge of the city. The business needs her help, it seems.”

I smile at them in silence, and they realise their audience with me has finally ended.

As they go to walk out, I see the mother go to clean her son’s cum from the stone alter.

“Leave it!” I call out. “It was an offering”. She bows her head solemnly, first to me, then to the goddess, before leaving with her son.

Only once they have left does Kimba move her head from my now-soft cock. She stands, wiping her mouth as she does so. Then she neatly refastens my priestly robe, before checking her own appearance.

“You did well today” I tell her honestly, planting a small kiss on her cheek. “This will not be forgotten when you complete your training.”

She says nothing, other than bowing slightly.

“What do you know of the next to seek my audience?”

“An interesting case. Siblings” she tells me calmly. “Twins, male and female. Born around eighteen summers ago. They have no money, but the priest at the audience gate felt the goddess’s urgency upon them. They beg an audience, and the protections of our goddess, from Oiram, god of thieves.”

“How unusual.” I remark. “Twins, hmmm?”

“Yes, your holiness” My niece says quietly. “They look very similar in face and height, despite their more obvious differences.”

I look over at the statue of the goddess, and the marble table for offerings.

A smile creeps over my face. “You’d better show them in then.”

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Part 2

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The siblings enter nervously. They are holding each other’s hands and marvelling at the splendour of the inner temple.

Kimba, my niece shows them in, and guides them to sit down in the chairs in front of my throne-of-office.

They were poor to begin with, clearly. Their simple brown clothes show the wear and tear of age and repair. But there are additional cuts too, small ones that have cut both cloth and skin. They look like they have crawled through the dirt to get here, as well as not eating for many days.

“Apprentice!” I call out to my niece before she leaves us. “Our guests here clearly haven’t eaten in many days. Bring food and water. Nothing too rich, for I fear their stomachs wouldn’t hold it.”

She nods, and leaves me with the twins.

Even without them saying a word, I too feel what the entry guard felt when the two approached the temple. The goddess’s blessing was upon them both.

“My dear children, you have nothing to fear here” I tell them kindly. “The hand of the goddess is clearly upon you. While we wait for food to arrive, please let me know your names? And how many summers have you seen?”

The male twin spoke first. He was broader shouldered than his sister, and his arms had showing of a farmer. Probably a vine grower. He had short, curly brown hair and a soft, clean shaven face. Or maybe he just didn’t have much beard yet.

“Your holiness, your kindness is beyond worth. My name is Felis, and this is my sister Orpha. We were born on the last moon of summer, nineteen summers back.”

Kimba entered the room again, bringing a tray of bread, cut meat and green beans. The pair wolf down the food before Kimba has time to return with water and wine. This too, is drunk quickly, and I tell Kimba to return with more.

“Now to business” I tell them once their consumption finally slows. “What has happened? Why do you come to our temple, with dirt and blood and ripped clothes? Your faces show terror, and your bellies are empty. Speak your story, if you will.”

The sister was next to speak. She did look like her brother, though her curly hair was longer than his, resting at her shoulders. Her hips were wider, and her shoulders thinner. Her breasts were firm, noticeable even under her dirty top.

“Three moons past,” the sister began, “Robbers attacked our home. They killed our parents, and our grandfather, before our very eyes. They looked to kill us too, but we managed to escape, and we hid in the vineyard. But they came after us, chasing us to the very city itself. For two nights we slept in the dirt, fearing they would find us in the night.”

“How do you know they still chase you?” I ask, trying to hide my shock from my face.

“We could see them in the distance,” the brother explained. “And the cuts on our skin are from rocks thrown at us by slingshot. Only by the goddess’s protection did we survive. They want to kill us, because we saw their faces. They will not rest until we are dead.”

“A most troubling story. But why come to our temple? Why not the Lord of Justice, or the temple of the warrior? Or as vine growers, your family must have prayed to the five sister gods of the seasons?”

“No!” remarked the sister strongly, before realising who she had shouted at. “My apologies your holiness! But our family has always followed the ways of the goddess. Our family descends from the line of Shemm, first to tell the story of the goddess.”

At once the picture becomes clear. Why they came to this temple, and not to a place of protection or justice. And why the goddess’s mark is so strongly upon them both.

“You follow the old ways, yes? The ceremony of second harvest, and the night of the long story?”

They nod in unison.

I pause for a second, before asking “…And the night of revealing?”

They both look nervously at each other, before again nodding.

“Since the first day of our 18th summer” the brother replies.

The night of revealing. A very old custom, not practised by the civilized city worshippers, though some in the mountains still perform it. Once a week, as long as moon blood does not interfere, the whole family would share one room for the night. Grandparents, parents and adult children. They would reveal their souls to each other, ceremonially, and share any secrets or discomfort within the family. For family should have no secrets between themselves. Then all those who have seen more than 18 summers would reveal more than just their souls. They would reveal their bodies. And they would spend the night in the same bed together, re-enforcing the … unity … of the family.

My eyes flick from the twins to the statue of the goddess at the other end of the room. And back to the incestuous twins. Such behaviour would be taboo in the city, but bring great honour and protection from the goddess. For she is the goddess of family.

I stand from my throne of office, and walk to the door where Kimba and two slaves are waiting. I address them all in my most official tone of voice.

“Tomorrow, these two will be escorted to the Lord of Justice by four of our best temple guard. But the night is already drawing in. They must be protected until then. My room, the room of the high priest, is the most secure. Show them to my room and run them both a bath. I want 2 guards on the door at all times. Get them as much food and wine as they want, and find a change of clothing too for tomorrow.”

Turning to the twins, I calmed them. “You will go with my apprentice here, to wash and rest. You both must be exhausted. You will stay as my honoured guests for tonight, and stay with me in the safest room in the temple. And tomorrow my guards will help you get justice for your family. Is that acceptable?”

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Knocking again on the door. Jessica pounds a little harder this time. At the same time, looking down at her phone with the same confused look she had hours ago. She rapidly types in a message and hits send. Suddenly the door opens, swiftly.

“Come in!” Her brother Matt says frantically. Beads of sweet cover his forehead and he looks to be out of breath.

“What in the world, bro! What’s up with the crazy text? I’m fucked, please come asap! A little cryptic, don’t you think? Jessica asks, walking in through the threshold and turning to face her 27 year old little brother. “Are you working out or something?” She asks, a little aggravated. “Did you not see my texts or hear me knocking?

“Yes, sorry I was trying to do a million things at once. Jess, I’m so fucked!” He exclaims, turning and heading back into the living room area.

As Jess walks into the room, she takes in the tremendous size of this his home. She shakes her head in disbelief. Here she spends all 31 years of her life attending business school, struggling up the corporate ladder, finally making Vice President and with all that, makes only a third of what her brother made in a day. She looks in disgust as she thinks of how much she busted her ass and her little brother just sales a few pieces of art and becomes an instant multi-millionaire. No real job, absolutely crushing mom and dads dream for each of us kids to have a degree and yet clearly the most successful in the whole family.

Still deep in thought, Jess follows her brother through the massive living room, into an area she can only deduce is designated for photography. She looks around seeing the camera and lights set up all over. There is a massive green screen hanging running all the way down to the floor. Near the screen to the right, there is a table and on the table are all sorts of props and various items. She looks up, attached to the roof are rails that have metal rings scattered among them. Lights are attached to a few of them. The other rings are empty at this time. She turns to the left seeing another table with waters, fruit, hard liquor and different mixers.

Her brother walks over to the table with the props on it and picks up a black book. He flips through two pages and picks up his phone, dialing a number. A few seconds later, slamming it shut. “Fuck!” He screams out.

“Ok Matty! Seriously bro, what is going on?” Jess pleads, looking around the room and shaking her head.

Matt walks over to the drinks. He pours two vodka and sprites. He turns, offering one to his sister. “Here is to the end of my life.” He says sarcastically, slamming his drink back.

“Dude! Stop with the cryptic bullshit and tell me what is going on.” Jessica replies, in a firm voice. Taking the drink from her brother’s hand.

Matt collapses into a chair. “Do you remember the clients that bought my art a few years back? Well the art I sold, at that time, was only part of the deal. What I never told you, mom, dad or anyone is I signed a contract to produce three more sets. When the clients flew me out to Hong Kong, I met with them all hearing their requests. We negotiated the contract, I became instantly rich and I received all this.” He said, putting his hands up gesturing to the room we were in now. “What you see around you is the final piece of the contract. The third and final piece of art that completes the contract and allows me to keep all of this.” Again, using his hands gesturing at his entire house.

“Wait, you are telling me you technically don’t own this yet?” I ask, looking up and around at the whole house.

“Jess, what I’m saying is I own nothing, I have nothing and unless I deliver I will also owe them money.” He explains, standing and mixing himself another drink. “Want another?” He asks.

“No I’m good, right now.” She says, taking a sip from her drink reactively. “Ok, so not the brightest contract negotiation; I’m still not seeing how you are screwed.”

“Not screwed sis, fucked!” Matt states firmly. “The models that were supposed to be here, two hours ago, cancelled on me. Some bullshit about other plans and not being able to make it until tomorrow.”

“Ok, so just do the shoot tomorrow?” Jess says, taking another sip.

“Wow, I can’t believe I didn’t think of that, Jess. Holy shit, that is a genius idea.” Matt says, dripping with sarcasm and rolling his eyes.

“Hey asshole, you text me remember. This ain’t my shit show, I can just leave.” Jess says, placing her drink down and starting to stand.

“No, no!” Matt cry’s out, rushing to his sister. “Sit! I’m sorry. I know, I know you were the first person I thought of when shit hit the fan. You’ve always helped me when I fuck up.” He says, giving her a stupid cheesy green.

At that moment, she instantly remembered how many times she bailed his ass out of so many stupid things. Matty and her were best friends growing up. She was very protective of him and was pretty much the only one in his corner. When gaziantep escort kız he decided to peruse art as a degree, the ole parents weren’t too happy. Both of them, being old school traditional, thought it was a dead end. When he made his fortune, the first response he got was “money doesn’t buy happiness.” It was like no matter what he did, they were just going to give him shit. Why she always tried to have his back and let him know she was proud of him.

“Ok, I know you are stressed. Why can’t tomorrow work?” Jess asks, sitting back down.

“I have to have this shoot edited and sent by tomorrow. Yes, I know I waited until last minute, but I had to because that is when the models would be available. So I didn’t think anything of it. I do the shoot today, edit tomorrow and bam all done. I didn’t account for them canceling, especially with the money they were to be paid.” He explained, taking another long drink.

“So can you call other people, models I guess? Jess asks.

“I have been trying all day, Jess. I have gone down ever line item of that book. Everyone is either gone, busy or not interested in that type of work.”

“Type of work?” Confusion in her voice. “I didn’t know there are different types of modeling.”

“Oh yes! There are hundreds of types, when it comes to modeling or artistic platforms.” He explains, sipping his drink.

“So what is this shoot or should I say type?” She asks, looking at the different items on the table. “You seem to have a very strange selection of items.”

Matt follows her stare. “Yeah, I know. How do I explain it to you.” He thinks intently. “It is a combination of contemporary bondage meeting Erotica.”

“Erotica I get, what in the world does contemporary bondage mean?” Jess asks.

Matt stands and walks to the table. “Stuff like this.” He says holding an old WWI gas mask with a long hose connected at the mouth. He picks up Iron Shackles, metal goggles, gloves, a hook with what looked like an egg connected on one end, and other items. Showing them and laying them back down.

“So your basically taking pictures of a crazy ass porn?” Jess laughs loudly.

“No! You just said the four-letter word of the art business. Never call Art porn. Just because you don’t see what another see’s in a piece of work, doesn’t mean you should degrade it.” Matt says defensively, clearly hurt by his sisters judgement.

“Oh come on Matty, I didn’t mean anything by it. You have to admit though, if I typed in Contemporary Bondage Erotica in a search window what sights do you think would pop up? Sure as hell isn’t going to be The Museum of Contemporary Art.” She Giggles, trying hard to control herself.

“Yes, I see your point. I just don’t like my work being called that.” Matt says pouting, as he flops down onto the couch, next to his sister.

“Alright, Matty girl.” Jess says, playfully rubbing his head messing up his hair.

“Stop!” He shouts, I hate when you call me that. Reaching up swatting her hand away.

“Fine, geez! Ok, so focus Matt.” She says, smacking him with the back of her hand, in the stomach. Trying her hardest to get her brother to lighten up. Clearly seeing the frustration, almost fear on his face. “So, you’ve called everyone, you have no one, is there anything else you can do or think of? I mean can you photo shop people into it?” She asks, clearly having no idea of the process.

“NO! Not only is that wrong, but it would look horrible. I’m telling you, I’m fucked! I can’t think of anything. Oh, that reminds me, I wanted to ask. Can I move in with you in, say…Three days from now?” He asks, laughing awkwardly.

“Stop with that bullshit and no, you are a slob to live with. I know from experience.” She giggles standing up, walking towards the table. “So what kind of models do you need for this type of shoot.” She asks picking up items off the table, looking at them and placing them back down.

“Typical model, you know pretty features and all. The Client’s requested above average breasts with pale complexion.” He explains, watching her eye the items at the table.

“So big tits and pale, check.” Jess laughs. “No, I mean describe them.” She asks.

Matt looks at his sister. “Well the ones that bailed were ones I’ve used before. The guy was 6 foot around 180lbs, brown hair, pale, nice features and very easy to work with. The girl was 5’7 I’d guess 125lbs, brown hair, green eyes, above average breasts with nice…” Matt trailed off, looking at his sister differently. Realizing he was literally was explaining her features almost verbatim.

“Earthy to Matty.” Jess says, waving at him as he stares at her. “Hello, earth to Matty.”

Jolting back to reality. “Wha.. oh sorry. Got lost in a thought.”

“What, you have an idea?” She asks, turning her attention back to the table.

“I do, but i don’t. It’s…Well, it is an idea but…” Again, fading off in thought.

“Serious, escort kız gaziantep you are killing me with the cryptic bullshit.” Jess says, making her way back towards the couch. She turns falling into it.

“Ok hear me out! All of it, before you make a comment.” Matt says, jumping to his feet. Using his hands to talk, clearly excited at his thought.

“I have editing software and I have a green screen. These pictures are for a private collection in Hong Kong, so no one will ever see them. The shoot will be fast, and you know I’m a total professional. There is a ton of money involved and it…”

Jess cuts him off. “Matt, again with the cryptic!” She protests.

“I know, I know! I am just stating the facts first. The idea I have is… Well… The idea is… What if you did the shoot?” Suddenly putting his hands up as his sister leans forward, clearly ready to blow up in protest. “Stop, stop! Let me explain details! I put you in the outfits and poses. This gives me the silhouette I need to then impose a model or shade in the pictures as necessary. I can just use your face and arms, but super impose a whole different body. They do it in Hollywood all the time. You’ve seen moves and not even realize you are looking at a computer animated body. I mean, it would be total legit, and you would get the paycheck. I keep the house with everything else and you save my ass once again, Tah Dah!” He finishes, smiling opening his hands like a magician and slightly bowing.

“Tah Dah? Tah fucking Dah! Are you fucking kidding me? Jess shouts. You want to use my face, in a porn shoot.”

“It’s not a po..” Matt starts to protest.

“No, shut it Matt!” Jess waves her finger at Matt. “My turn!” She scolds. “Matty, I have bailed you out of so many things in our lives. I love you with all my heart. Even when you do the stupidest things possible, I still love you. You are my brother and most of all, my best friend. What you are asking can jeopardize my career, Matt! Do you not get that? I know you have a ton to lose, but my career is all I have, it is my livelihood. Just once, I wish you would think of others before yourself. Just once, I wish you’d think of me. Sometimes you ask too much, this is one of those times.” She finishes, crossing her arms.

“Jess you didn’t let me finish, I think is the most important part. This collection is for an older gentleman, who is crazy obsessed with honor and power. When he tells me these are only for him, I believe him. When I was flown out there, my work was in his home and his office, which is enormous by the way. Anyways, my work was displayed like it was the most prized possession ever, it was awesome to see. Jess, this is a private collection and will be cherished. You are right, I haven’t thought of you. I have never forgotten all you have done for me through life. So with that said, if you help me do this you not only get both models’ paycheck’s; You also will get my completion bonus AND I will match it.” He states, rising up grabbing his sister by here arms, looking down at her.

“I don’t think you listened to ANYTHING, I just said. For shits and giggles, what are these amounts you are talking about.” She asks, sarcastically. Yet, still upset but interested in hearing the response.

“The models each were being paid fifty thousand a piece. The completion bonus is one point five million, and I like I said I will match it.” He smiles.

“Wait, hold the fuck up!” Jess states, holding her finger up and shaking her head violently. “Two things! First, you are telling me models make fifty thousand to just have their picture taken? Now that is some bullshit right there. Second, I can make three million dollars in a photo shoot? Matt, that is more than I would make in 20 years? Are you fucking kidding me? What kind of world do you live in.” Jess states, collapsing into the couch. She puts her hand up to her head, tilting her head back looking up at the roof.

“So? What do you think” Matt asks, after a long pause.

“I think I need to use the bathroom.” Jess states firmly, standing and leaving the room.

She enters the bathroom which is as big as her living room at home, she thinks to herself. She shakes her head in disgust looking into the mirror, while turning on the sink. Her whole life she has been told, go to school, get a degree, get a job, find a good man, settle down, save your money, retire. She thinks to herself, wetting her hands. She hears her parents, teachers and friends voice’s echo in her head over and over. She splashes her face with cool water. What are you doing Jess? It’s not even a decision. She says to herself, as she looks at the water dripping from her face.

Entering back into the room with the green screen. She sees Matt sitting on the couch, like a person awaiting his punishment. “Ok I’m in. This better be legit and no bullshit, Matty!” She threatens him.

Matt jumps to his feet. gaziantep escort kızlar “What? Serious! You saved my ass sis, again!” He grabs her and pecks her on the cheek. “Let’s do this!” He says enthusiastically.

Momements latter, after he got the camera, lights and computer all going, Matt guided Jess to her spot. “Ok, just put your hands straight out in front of you, like this” he demonstrates. Jess does as she is instructed. Matt then attaches the shackles, onto her wrist. “Those feel ok? He asks. Jess shakes her head yes. He then attaches the metal cable and slides it through one of the rings in the roof. He connects the cable to the cuffs and connects the other cable to the small winch by the wall. Hitting the up button, both of her arms slowly go up over her head. He looks, as his sister’s hands continue straight up over her head connected together. This causes her large breasts to become more emphasized under her t-shirt. Her butt is extremely emphasized in this position, especially in her yoga pants.

“Ok, this is not how I planned to spend a Saturday evening.” Jess laughed, looking up at her hands connected, above her. She looked down and around and found, for the first time she was kind of helpless. This was something she was not use to. Her whole life had been about being in control. Now for the first time, she could remember, she wasn’t in control. With these thoughts running in her head, she looked up at her hands bound and bit her lower lip. “What the fuck was that?” She thought to herself, where did that come from?

Matt went and snapped a couple pictures. He then hit the down button releasing his sister. He walked over and undid her cuffs. They both walked to the computer. Matt took a seat and started rapidly firing across the keys. Jess looked over his shoulder, then stood walking to the table to make a drink. She soon returned with two drinks, laying one next Matt’s keyboard. Jess watched as the picture of her came up on screen. She laughed as only her head and a little of her arms showed. The rest of her body was gone. “You sure you know what you are doing.” She asked, laughing.

“It’s your clothes, damn it! They don’t do good with a green screen.” Matt protested, as his hands flew over the keyboard. Soon a dungeon like background appeared on the screen. Jess looked in amazement, it was like they shot the scene right there. Then Jess giggled as different parts of her body displayed on screen. Matt then opened a file containing different models. These must have been from shots during his life. They were categorized by size or appearance and were displayed in medium sizes icons. He selected an icon, suddenly multiple naked images appeared on his screen. He selected an image and very quickly cropped her body out. Furthermore, he then added it to the screen containing Jessica’s head. Jess sat watching her brother work, sipping her drink while looking at the table which had all the props laid across it. Moments later, Matt clicked the mouse a few times and said. “Ok lets take a look.”

He turned, aiming a control at the projector hanging from the roof. On a wall in the living room, the pictures came to life. The image was massive. “Ok you just showing off now?” Jess asked him, looking at the display on the wall. “That is the biggest TV ever!” she said slightly shocked.

Matt chuckled. “No not showing off, this is state of the art. It is a display, a TV, and it connects to my camera, so I can even see what I’m shooting in real time.” He explained, as he clicked through the selections. “It really comes in handy. The models get to see themselves, which a lot of them really like.” He clicked back to the computer screen. Suddenly Jessica’s image appeared on screen. It was Jessica’s face, but everything else was someone else.

“Is it… I mean… Well should it look like that?” Jess asked, turning her head different ways, trying to figure out why it looked kind of odd.

“No it’s not supposed to look like that! It’s because of your clothes, I couldn’t trace the body properly, so it’s all jacked up!” He said pushing the keyboard away, clearly frustrated. “The fact you can see that means it’s garbage.” He said, crossing his arms.

“What is that supposed to mean? The fact I can see it.” Jess asked, anger rising, feeling attacked.

“No, nothing bad. It means you aren’t trained in how to look at images. Yet, you can see the flaws clearly, that’s all.” He clarified.

“Oh, ok.” Instantly relaxing. “So, how can you fix it?” Jess asked, still examining the picture.

“Only way is to ditch the clothes, but i know… Ah well, we tried right.” He said, clicking a few keys. Soon he was slamming each keystroke, clearly defeated.

Jess stood looking at the image. She stared at the nude body superimposed to her head. It wasn’t bad she thought, she was just tied up, completely helpless and it wasn’t bad. She was actually quite comfortable, and she hated to admit it, a little turned on by it. She would NEVER in a million years admit the last part, but it really did get her going.

She turned to her brother. “Why are you so pissed? You didn’t even ask. Man, do you really give up that ease.” She said, finishing her drink.

Matt looked up. “Wait, what, you’d do it? You’d do the real shoot?” Suddenly smiling, the spark of life coming back into him.

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