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I am 60 years old and have a beautiful half-sister that is two years my junior. I have always enjoyed her company and lusted over her for many years. She is very attractive and has a great personality as well as a FINE ASS.

Back when we were in our late 30s, we were at a family gathering and ended up changing clothes together, in private. From that point on I wanted to have a chance to seduce and maybe even fuck her. She is a beautiful woman, blond hair blue eyes, height weight very proportionate, carries herself very well, but bless her heart, she virtually has no tits, but one fine ass. I have seen her in a bikini many times and she is hot, even now in her late 50s. I doubt she had a clue of my, long time, true erotic feelings for her. I have fantasized and masturbated to having sex with her a million times.

Though we live a couple of hours apart, we have always tried to keep in touch and spend as much time with each other whenever possible. Though we are half siblings, we are very much alike. We both love water, hot sunny weather, tanning, many foods, drinks and animals. Her mother always said she was amazed we were so much alike being half siblings.

She was married to a total asshole for many years, why I do not know because he always treated her like crap. Finally, she had enough and left him. It was tough on her and she felt at her age she would be alone forever. Her self-esteem was in the toilet. I really felt bad for her.

Since she and I both enjoy traveling and the beach, I hooked us up with a four-day cruise to the Caribbean. We both needed a break.

Several years back I had a light stoke. Though I recovered fairly well, I do not feel comfortable traveling alone, in case I had another spell or I fell. I reserved a cabin with a big handicap shower and with a little extra room. I have a mobility cart I take to use because walking too much really fatigues me.

Now I have been rize escort a practicing nudist for many years and never wear clothes at home. She was aware of this, but a little more modest than me. However, she did not seem to be bothered about that. I did try to ease into the nudity thing once we got all checked in since we were in such tight quarters. Though I am sure she already knew, I told her she need not be concerned about wearing clothes around me, relax and let go, and asked her if she was Ok with my nudity. She stated she wanted me to be comfortable, as I did her. Anyway, I took a shower to “break the ice”. That seemed to work pretty well. I then laid out on the bed to relax before going to dinner.

She showered and dressed in a bright purple thong, pretty cute sundress that looked great on her. Due to her “A” breasts she rarely wore a bra anyway, which was fine with me. After dinner, we took in a comedy show, went to the casino for a bit and made a donation there and then back to our cabin about 11:00pm. I was about bushed and ready for bed. I stripped off and asked her if she would please get the icy hot and give me a back/hip rub? Of course, she did and I fell right off to sleep. Since my stroke I have never slept through the night and I deal with frequent urination too, mostly due to meds.

As I got up about 1:00 am the bathroom light was shining in and I could see she had on short yellow baby doll nighty and that purple thong. She really has a nice ass for a woman her age. I so wanted to bury my face in it. However, I just laid back down and drifted back to sleep. I am always an early riser. Which she is not. I did get up first and take another shower and checked my emails and face book until she woke up. She showered with the door open, so I assumed she was getting more comfortable. I got a good look at her fine ass and nicely groomed pussy with a landing strip. Now I really sakarya escort wanted her badly.

A day at sea with eating and tanning was totally relaxing and uneventful. She wore a cute flower print bikini that looked really good on her and showed a nice camel toe. I wore my usual white speedo. Once we got back to our cabin, we both discovered we both got a bit too much sun. To my surprise, we actually showered together and then I rubbed her down with after-sun lotion. I so enjoyed that. Of course, I complimented her of her looks, body condition and fine ass. She told me I was not supposed to be looking at my sister that way. I told her she was way too late for that, as I had been doing that for years and please not to let that bother her. I would never over step where we are now without her permission-desire, it was up to her. I then wrapped my arms around her and gave her a long sexy wet kiss. Surprisingly she did kiss me back. I then took it a step farther and suckled her tiny titty nipples. I figured this would make or break it.

She knows I am all but impudent because of the stroke and the meds I am on but my desires and admiration for her was certainly still there. She dis fondle me a bit while we were kissing. I did not tell her then, but I so wanted to please and pleasure her orally, all over.

I knew she had not had any intimacy or sex in over a year at least. However, I wanted it to be her desire too.

We decided to skip going up to dinner and do room service, so we did not have to get dressed and let the lotion soak in. Before long we both crashed out napping.

Day two, we docked in Nassau and spent the day touring there, and back on the ship in time for dinner. After a short evening around the ship and out on the rear deck, we headed back to our cabin. I then decided it was time to make at least a move. After a quick shower, I asked her for a little samsun escort more lotion and if she wanted some too. Once we finished that, I told her I wanted to just cuddle and caress her to help her relax. I actually started with a back rub/scratch which she really seemed to enjoy. I slowly worked my way down from her head-neck to her feet (she has beautiful feet) and back up. When I got back up to her ass, I just went for it. I told her how fine it was, how much I admired it and then I buried my face in it a tongue fucked her tight asshole. that was a very first for her. This is something I had been wanting to do forever. I was surprised but she just laid there in silence except for light moans. After about ten minutes I managed to lightly caress her asshole and beautiful pussy. She was relaxing and I could tell she was really getting wet. Of course, she said, “we should not be doing this”, and I said “I know, but I wanted please her so bad. She then seemed to “melt” and let me do my thing.

I told her to roll over. I then raised up and suckled her tiny nub nipples a second as I spread her legs, and buried my face in her beautiful sweet sister pussy. She went wild, moaning and thrashing. I was in heaven and it appeared so was she. I so enjoyed pleasuring her and she came at least 3 times. I had her pussy juice all over my face and It was awesome.

When she came down and caught her breath, she told me she had not been pleasured or climaxed like that in years. I was so pleased I could do that for her. She then asked, “what about you”. I let her try to suck my cock for a bit, but with my condition not much happened there until I pulled out my favorite dildo for her to shove up my ass, which usually helps me cum. She finely got me up and off. We then shared a nice CUM kiss. I then told her let’s just cuddle and relax for now, we play more later.

If nothing progressed from here, I was a happy camper. I just wanted her to feel good and wanted again. That soft kiss on the cheek and seeing her smile was good enough for me.

We repeated this one more time before the cruise ended. I doubt I will ever get to actually fuck her, but oral-anal play with her is ok with me.

Hopefully to Be continued…

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The Song “Bad Girls” by Donna Summer could be very well be described as my sister’s theme song. A self proclaimed party girl, Connie is very wicked and very sensual and not afraid to show it to me or anyone else for that matter.

The time of this story is set in the late 1970s which was known as the Disco Era and when people were still not afraid to practice “free love” as it was called. Connie was one of them who practiced this.

Looking at Connie it was easy to see how men would be attracted to her. Standing 5’11” tall weighing 145 pounds measuring 36D-25-35 with long curly raven black hair, golden bronze tanned skin long luscious dancer’s legs that could wrap around you and pull you in, Connie had the body most women would kill to have and any man would give their soul to explore.

Growing up Connie had always been the wild child and I had had been the “good son” well in the fact that at an early age I knew how to act right when mom and dad required of me, otherwise I could be they devil.

Connie and I had always been close and share much more than a normal brother sister relationship. I was her “father confessor” seeing I was a couple of years older and I tried to help her without judging her.

Connie knew she could trust me and would tell me secrets she would never tell mom or dad. It was me she told when she first lost her virginity just after her 16th birthday.

This bond we shared would carry over into our adult life. After college I landed Job as an architect in the college town 300 miles away from where we grew up and rented a nice little 1300 square foot one story white wooden frame house in a nice quiet neighborhood composed of a mixture of retired people and families that were just starting out

Connie would come to join me after she graduated from college with her nursing degree. This house I was renting had the option to buy and since we were both pulling in pretty good money we decided to exercise that option.

As for me and money, I wasn’t a spend thrift but at the same time I wasn’t one to throw caution to the wind and purchase everything I saw. I tried to put back some for savings and if I saw something I really wanted I would work hard to earn the money to get it, like my car.

Connie on the other hand loved to spend money, as long as it was other peoples money. Her looks gave her the power to make the men open their wallets and spend on her and in return she would give them some nookie, if they were good looking enough or in some cases if she was drunk enough that she didn’t care.

Connie worked hard as a nurse and after a long shift, she was ready to party hard and party hard she did. She felt she deserved it. Since she didn’t want to risk having children she had her tubes done so she could be free to enjoy sex without having to worry about becoming preggers.

During our first year of living together our bonds would deepen and I would find out that Connie was indeed not ashamed of her body and didn’t care if I saw her naked. After all we were both adults and why shouldn’t we be able to express our sexuality openly. Little did either one of us know that deep inside our carnal passions for each other would be growing stronger and they would make themselves manifest on fateful May night.

It was shortly before 10:30 P.M. when I returned home on that Friday night. I had been partying at one of the local disco’s and this particular evening I was just getting home after having “struck it lucky” as you may call it.

Earlier that evening while dancing and just spending time hanging around the bar having a few beers, I met Brenda, a voluptuous sumptuous blonde in her 40’s. She looked really hot and came over to where I was and chatted me up. Soon we were dancing and one thing led to another and we found ourselves in her hotel room engaging in hot steamy passionate sex.

Going into it, I knew that my brief torrid tryst with Brenda would be just that. She told me she was married and that she was getting ready to leave in the morning after spending a boring week in business meetings. She also told me that she had roommates who may not understand and since she had to catch an early flight the next morning she needed her sleep. With that we said our goodbyes and I left for home.

Anyhow, back to the main story. I drove up to the house in my “Mod” 1973 Black “Starsky and Hutch” Torino and went into the house. That is when I heard the radio blaring and walked in to see Connie dancing to the music and having her own private party with no one but herself.

Connie was dressed in nothing but an open light blue long sleeve “Oxford” button-down dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up about one-quarter of the way up and a pair of white cotton mersin escort panties. She was dancing around to her “theme song” which they were playing on the radio and as she was dancing around, she was bending over and cupping her luscious 36D breasts, jiggling them side to side and shaking her well formed tight ass to the music.

It was fairly obvious to me that she was having a good time and that she was also quite “loaded”(drunk). I happened to glance over onto the coffee table and there was what appeared to be a newly purchased bottle of 151 proof rum that had been open and about a little over one-fourth it was gone Beside it was bottle of cola, so I figured she had been drinking.

What I saw next confirmed it for in her hand, was a tall glass of cola and I figured she had been drinking rum and cokes and by now was having a good time. However that wasn’t the only thing she was flying high on. I noticed she was smoking a joint and I realized it wasn’t her first because there was a used one that had been snuffed out in the ash tray.

Connie was so into her music and dancing routine that I was able to walk by her without her even seeing or hearing me. I made my way back to my room and decided I would get out of my clothes, take a quick shower and maybe go into he kitchen for something to drink before I went to bed. After I grabbed a quick shower, I put on a grey pair of boxers and my burgundy house coat and went back into the living room.

By now, the radio was playing the song “Brick House” and like a line in the song Connie was “letting it all hang out,” in that she was dancing around totally naked. I must confess that my sister was an amusing sight to watch. She was actually handling herself quite well considering how intoxicated she was but that was my sis. She could hold her liquor quite well seeing that she was an avid self proclaimed party girl.

I just stood there for a few minutes watching then I decided I would skip the drink let her have her own fun and I would go back to bed. That is when I would be recruited by my very own sis and invited to her private party, a party that would be like one I had never been to before.

Just as I was making my way down the hall. Connie noticed me and yelled out over the music “brother dear you’re home” and sauntered her way over as she still was dancing to the music. “Dance with me babe” she said as she grabbed me by the hand, “but first that robe has gotta go” and pulling the belt, she untied it and removed my robe so that now I was only in my boxers.

“That’s better hun but ya still got to much clothes on”, she said eying me closely. “Lose the boxers and it will be perfect.” I must confess I was quite shocked to hear Connie say this and was hesitant to do it but something said “go for it so I decided “what the hell” and striped so that I was naked as a jay-bird.

“That’s perfect Larry dear,” Connie said with a smile. “That ain’t so bad now is it,” Connie said as she lit another joint. I had to admit that it wasn’t. “See sweetie, all ya gotta do is just loosen up. After all we are both adults and no one’s gonna know or care so lets just have a good time and forget about everyone else.”

“Here sweetie, have a puff or two of this,” Connie said handing me the joint. “It’ll get ya loosened up.” It had been while since I had smoked pot but I figured it couldn’t hurt. After all, I had gone this far a little more wasn’t going to make any difference.

Just then the radio began playing the Gap Band song “You Dropped the Bomb on Me” and Connie went wild. “Come on Larry babe lets dance,” she shouted as she wiggled her taut body around.

“Hold me from behind Larry darling,” Connie said as she backed her naked body into mine. “Now put her hands around my waist and lets groove together.” I put my hands around her like she asked me to and we danced.

“Not bad brother dear,” Connie said with a smile “but get into it more. Move your hands over my body. I promise I wont bite, hard,” she said with a sly grin and then added “unless you really want me to.”

Hesitantly, I began to move my hands over her warm soft flesh and then something inside my brain said “Give in to the pleasure and have fun,” so I began to freely move my hands all over Connie’s hot 36D-25-35 body.

I moved my way up to her sumptuous breasts and cupped them in my hands. As I did that, Connie crooned with delight and said with a contented purr “Oh yes Larry dear, you’ve got the idea now,” and with that she leaned back in my arms and put her arms around my neck and grinded her naked body up and down against mine.

As we danced like this, I was getting into the mood of the party and I soon forgot that it was my very own muğla escort sister I was dancing with. Now she was just another warm sensual woman and one that I was turned on by.

My hands began to freely roam over the rest of Connie’s warm soft body. As my hands moved, Connie turned her head back towards mine. Our lips met and at first it was a brief kiss but we continued to kiss and the kisses became deeper and more passionate.

As my hands moved they quickly became guided by Connie’s who took my hands and directed them to the private area between her legs. My hands soon found themselves massaging Connie’s warm furry cunt with the assistance of Connie herself.

“Mmmmm Larry dear,” Connie purred with delight. “Pet my sweet kitty. She is dying for some TLC.” Without any hesitation I began to stroke Connie’s pussy as she just moaned with delight.

After the next couple of songs the tempo shifted up a notch more and Connie turned around and faced me. She then put her arms around my waist and grooved to the song “Shake Your Groove Thing” We danced various ways on this, twisting each other around to bumping booties to grinding our bodies close as we grooved together as the song led into the song “Lets Groove Tonight.”

As we grinded our bodies together our crotches touched. I could feel the wetness of her cunt against my pulsating cock. Connie purposely grinded her pussy against my cock just to feel the hardness of my tool next to her.

By now it was a couple minutes before 11:00 P.M. and the radio announcer said “And that will do it for another session of Funking Friday here on WPWR, Power 103.1, The Power Play. Stay tuned for Dan the Man as he takes you into the morning hours with the greatest hits from yesterday and today. Before we say goodnight, let us start the set with one for our lovers. This is Unchained Melody by the Righteous Brothers, so gentlemen grab that special lady in your life, hold her tight and show her how much you long for her.”

With that, Connie and I instinctively and without saying a went into the “slow dance mode.” Connie and I weren’t just holding each other like normal ballroom or slow dancers we were pressed tightly together our bodies meshed together as one. Our lips were locked in a deep passionate tongue probing, tonsil swabbing French Kiss and our hands were caressing each other’s bodies.

As we danced. Connie’s hand found its way between us and took my pulsating tool and grabbing it by the shaft, managed to guide it to her warm wet pussy. Placing my cock head next to her pussy lips she raised up on her toes and as she did she guided my rock hard cock into her warm tight wet pussy.

There we were, we had crossed the line and there was no turning back, but neither of us really cared. I wanted it just as much as Connie did and to be honest I had wanted my very own sister since she had turned 16.

I slowly began to pump Connie and she just crooned with delight. “Oh yes-s-s-s-s-s-s Larry,” she moaned with a soft sigh. ” Take me baby,” Connie exclaimed “Make me your horny little slut.”

By now the first slow dance song had been over and to tell you the truth, neither one of us don’t remember too much more about what was playing. Our minds were occupied by more “pleasant” memories.

Acting on Connie’s request, I picked up her 5’11” 145 pound body in my arms and she had her torso pressed in against mine and her long sumptuous dancer’s legs wrapped around my body. My cock was still buried tight inside her and as I carried her over to the sofa, Connie still managed to pump my cock.

Sitting down on the sofa, I leaned back and allowed Connie to fuck me as she sat in my lap facing me. We passionately kissed as Connie’s soft warm body rode my cock nice and slow.

“Suck my breasts baby,” Connie said with a sultry sigh as she broke the kiss. “I want to feel your hot tongue on my swollen nipples.” So without hesitation I began to suck on her breasts and this would send her into orbit.

Connie began to croon with delight as I ran my tongue around her nipples and sucked on her breast like a nursing baby. Taking my head in her hands, she held it there and buried my head in her bosom.

I knew it wasn’t going to be long before I was going to blow my first load of hot steamy manhood. I could feel my cock swell with cum and it was all I could do to hold it back I let Connie know that I was on the verge of cumming and she responded with a lustful moan saying “Oh yes Larry babe, give it all to me. I want to feel your hot manhood deep within me.”

Just then, I spunked my load, sending my ho cum spewing forth from my cock deep into my very own sister’s carnivorous pussy. It was like a dream but it was real. nevşehir escort There I was will my sister up with my hot cum, something I thought I would never be doing in a million years.

After I spent my first load, Connie dismounted me and took me by the hand and led me over in front of the fireplace. She took a blanket from the closet and a couple of pillows from the couch and placed them on the floor. Laying me down on my back she then crawled on top of me and continued to work her magic.

The first thing she did was to suck on my cock until it was good and hard. She licked around the head and cleaned off the cum residue that was on it. She then went down on it and sucked me off, taking it all into her mouth and as she did, she massaged my balls.

I don’t know whether it was her master skills or that fact that I was extremely horny that night but she had managed to cause me to spunk a second load, although it as considerably smaller than the first. However it was enough for her and she savored every drop of my cum as she let it slide down her throat.

Connie continued to play with my cock for the next 10-15 minutes as she would allow me time to recover. We laid together and held each other as we kissed and took turns exploring each other’s bodies. It wouldn’t be too long before my cock would be rigid and Connie was ready to “continue her ride.”

Connie laid me on my back and mounted me cowgirl style. Going down on my cock, she slid it into her tight pussy. Her pussy fit around the sides of my cock like a hand in a glove. Her sugar walls felt like the smoothest satin or silk money could buy.

Connie began to ride me ever so slowly. As she did, she began to massage my bare muscular chest. “Mmmmm baby, this is so-o-o-o-o-o wonderful,” she purred. “I am glad you came home early tonight.”

Connie continued to ride me gradually building up speed. I knew it wasn’t going to be long until she was about to explode with an earth shattering orgasm. Her breathing became more shallow, she began to pant and she had a look about her on her face that she was on the verge of exploding but was doing everything she could to contain the pleasure.

However that wasn’t the only thing that gave it away. The sure thing was I felt her pussy quiver and her juices began to trickle over my cock and I knew it was only a matter of seconds, if not a minute.

Just then, Connie crooned with delight as she hollered out my name. “Oh God yes-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s Larry,” she wailed like the banshee as she sent her sweet creamy nectar flooding my cock. She begged me to let her continue riding her until she came again and that she did, for within five minutes she was covering my massive cock with her cum.

“Fuck me missionary style baby,” Connie softly purred. “I want to feel you on top of me and I want to wrap my legs around your body and pull you next to me as we move together in unison.” So with out hesitation we swapped places

I thrusted my monster pulsating tool inside her dripping wet box and settled into “Heaven” as my cock found its place inside her pussy. We began to slowly fuck and as we did, Connie wrapped the luscious perfectly well toned dancer’s legs around my back and pulled me in.

Connie and I began to move as on. We were an unstoppable juggernaught and a well oiled machine in perfect harmony with one another. It was like time and space had been suspended . We could only hear the beating of our hearts as they beat mystically as one. Our souls and spirits we now united in an unbreakable mystical bond.

I don’t know how long we actually fucked in this position but I knew I spunked my load at least once maybe even twice, I lost count. Who knows how many times Connie came all I know that when we fell together after the culmination of our carnal union, we were both covered in sweat, cum and it was fast approaching 1 O’clock in the morning.

We came down from our orgasmic high and showered together and fell asleep in each other’s others arms on my king sized water bed. The next morning as we awoke, I found Connie on top of me all smiles “Last night was wonderful babe,” she purred with delight. I never want it to end.”

“Me either, I replied kind of in shock that Connie would remember what had transpired and not be freaked out by waking up next to her brother.

“I have wanted you for so long and last night seemed like the perfect time,” Connie added. “Tell me it meant as much to you as it did to me.” It did,” I reassured her and with that we kissed and made love until almost noon.

Since that time, Connie and I have shared a mystical bond and even though we are much older we still enjoy each other’s company At 50, Connie is still looking very good She keeps her body in shape as I do and who knows we may be doing this well into our 70’s or 80’s only time will tell.

Who would have ever imagined that a private party with your sis could turn out to out to be so much fun. You never know, but hey you never will until you explore the possibility yourself :).

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Will Brady was hard at work in his wood shop when the phone rang. It was a warm Thursday afternoon, he had the radio cranked and his belt sander on, so it was a minor miracle he heard his phone ring at all.

Will looked over at his cellphone, it was his mother. He put down his sander, turned off the radio and picked up the call, “hey mom” he greeted his mother.

“Thank god you picked up, this is the third time I’ve called you!” his mother exclaimed.

“I’m working in the shop, what do you expect? Anyway, what’s up?” he asked.

“I need you to prepare dinner for your sisters again, something has gone haywire with the Star Media account and I need to stay late at work,” Will’s mother said.

This wasn’t an unusual request. Ever since his father had passed away 10 years ago, Will had often helped his mother at home. Mary, his mother, had gotten a job in marketing and advertising and had proven to be quite good at her job. It required a lot of travel and uneven hours so Will did his part to help his mother whenever he could.

“Sure thing mom, no problem, should I save something for you?” he asked.

“Don’t bother, I’ll grab something here, don’t wait up,” Mary said.

“Ok, don’t work too hard,” Will added as he and his mother said their goodbyes.

Will was always telling his mother to take it easy, but she didn’t progress quickly at the company because she took it easy.

Will looked at his watch, it was almost five o’clock. He set aside his tools and walked outside; making the short trek into the house he shared with his mother and two sisters.

At 24, Will was a little old to be living at home, but he did have his privacy. He didn’t want to move out and leave his mother and sisters alone when he graduated high school so instead, he moved into the basement apartment the family had previously renovated and rented out. It wasn’t anything great, but it provided privacy, was connected to the house and better yet, free.

Will had opted against going to college after he graduated high school, normally his mother would have been upset, but Mary wasn’t in Will’s case. He was mature beyond his years and the whole family knew he was talented with his hands.

Will worked construction after graduating, then worked for a short time as a mechanic before finding his calling as a carpenter. He had his own wood shop at the house where he made furniture he sold to stores or private clients. It didn’t make him rich but it made him happy and the family wasn’t in dire straits financially due to his fathers life insurance and his mothers job.

Will was the oldest of three kids, at 24 he was four years older than Alexandra, otherwise known as Lexi and six years older than Margaret, otherwise known as Maggie or Daisy.

Will was 6’3 with short brown hair, blue eyes, a slightly hairy chest, a deep voice and big hands. He’d always been a protective big brother to his sisters, who didn’t chafe at the way he’d try to intimidate their male suitors.

Lexi and Daisy liked the attention they got from their brother; they appreciated how he helped raise them and enjoyed how their friends were jealous they had a brother who didn’t annoy them, which was the case for their friends.

Lexi was 5’5 with blonde hair, green eyes, a tight round ass and breasts that made other girls in the neighborhood jealous. She was going to school at a local junior college and working at a nearby restaurant to help cover costs. Her mother was paying for her classes, but she wanted to do her part.

Lexi was the kind of girl who was outgoing and opinionated, who got along better with guys than girls. This often led to men thinking she was into them when she wasn’t. While she had rebelled slightly as a teen, it progressed through her system quickly.

Daisy was named after her grandmother on her mother’s side, who was French and the two shared a nickname. At 5’8 she was taller than her sister but shared her brother’s brown hair and blue eyes. Her breasts weren’t as large as her sister’s but her ass was enough to make traffic stop as she walked down the street.

Daisy was smart but a tad shy and very much a girlie girl. Despite that she enjoyed spending time with her big brother while he worked in his wood shop, watching him make something out of nothing. Not everyone called her Daisy, to earn the right without getting on her shit list you had to be family or a close friend.

Lastly, Mary was a combination of Lexi and Daisy. She had dark brown, almost black hair. She had hazel eyes with plump breasts and a figure she worked hard to keep. Mary was always on the go, working, working out or spending time with her kids.

Will was busy making dinner when his sister’s arrived home, first Daisy then moments later Lexi.

“Mmmmm what smells good?” asked Lexi as she walked into the kitchen. Will smiled as he looked up, “just making mom’s famous lasagna,” he replied.

Lexi leaned up to kiss her brother hello on the cheek, “mom home?” she asked as she sat down at the kitchen table. Daisy walked downstairs kütahya escort from changing out of her school uniform, kissing her brother hello just like her sister did as Will replied. “No, she’s working late again, it will just be the three of us.”

“I wish she didn’t have to work so hard all the time,” Daisy said as she reached into the fridge for a bottle of water.

“It’s almost summer maybe she’ll be able to take some time off,” Will said as he started to make a salad.

“Speaking of summer,” Lexi said as she turned to her sister, “why are you home so late? School is almost done for you!”

Daisy smiled, “I was just working on a couple things for grad is all,” she replied, ever the hard worker.

Both sisters stood up and started to set the table, grabbing veggies from their brother’s salad as they went along. He playfully smacked their hands away as they giggled, “well, this weekend you’re going to relax,” he said, “no sister of mine is starting her summer vacation after graduating high school with bags under her eyes.”

Daisy giggled, “yes sir Mr. Brady” she playfully mocked as she went over to give her big brother another kiss as the three siblings sat down for dinner.

~

The next day was fairly uneventful, Daisy went to school while Lexi and Mary went to work. Will finished up a dresser he had been working on and put a call into his client to say he’d deliver it Saturday morning.

He finished his work in the wood shop in mid-afternoon and decided to relax. He went down to his apartment, put on his swim trunks and decided to go for a swim in the backyard pool. Will was just finishing up his laps when Lexi walked out back.

“I thought I’d find out back here,” she said.

Will looked at his sister, “aren’t you home a little early?”

Lexi made a face, “yeah, the restaurant was slow so Terry (her manager) cut me early, how’s the sun?”

“Just great,” her brother replied.

“I’ll go get my suit on and join you!” she exclaimed, turning around before her brother could even respond.

A few moments later Lexi returned wearing a skimpy bikini. She laid a towel down on a deck chair and pulled up beside her brother.

It was impossible for Will not to notice his sister. Lexi was attractive, hell, she was a knockout and any guy would be lucky to be with her. Just because he was her brother didn’t mean he was blind.

Lexi enjoyed the reaction she got from her brother. She didn’t have any trouble turning heads, but always enjoyed the attention she got from Will. Truth be told she’d always had a (not so) little crush on him and always enjoyed stretching in his presence. She knew if it got a reaction from Will, her outfit was a keeper.

Will tried not to ogle his sister, while he was aware of her beauty, he didn’t lust after her, although it had become more difficult as she evolved from a girl to a woman.

“Could you rub me down?” asked Lexi.

Will snapped out of his mini day dream, “huh?” he asked.

Lexi giggled, handing her brother sun tan lotion, “I don’t want to burn,” she said.

Will grumbled as he stood up, “sometimes I think all I am to you girls is your cabana boy.”

Lexi snorted with laughter, “maybe, but better you rubbing that lotion on me than Brian, wouldn’t you say?” she asked, referencing an old boyfriend.

Will grunted, “that putz, I never knew what you saw in him.”

Lexi laid on her front, smiling to herself as her brother reached over to rub her then gave up and straddled her from above to rub her back.

His hands rubbed her soft skin as Lexi squirmed beneath her brother. Will felt his cock rising slightly and shifted to avoid an embarrassing moment with his sister.

“Brian had his strengths,” Lexi said, thinking about his cock. “Mmmm, but apparently he wasn’t as strong as you,” she said as she felt her brother’s hardening cock against her ass.

Immediately Will’s face flushed red, he stood up, “Lexi! Come on! I’m your brother!”

Lexi giggled again, “I’m just teasing BIG brother.”

Will was about to respond when Daisy walked outside, “I thought I’d find you out here,” she said, unknowingly parroting her sister from before.

Daisy was already in a bikini of her own, her ass swayed sexily back and forth, Will caught himself staring at his sister before looking away.

Daisy walked up to her brother and kissed him hello on the cheek like she always did, “could you oil me up too big brother?” she asked with puppy dog eyes.

Will sighed with exasperation, signaling his defeat, Lexi started to laugh in response as Daisy got in position.

Will didn’t get as close with Daisy as he did with Lexi, but just staring at her body made it difficult to keep his growing erection under control.

Once he was finished he said “there, all done,” and playfully smacked Daisy’s ass, just he always had, out of habit. He immediately regretted it.

Lexi smiled, “how come I didn’t get a smack?” she teased.

Daisy looked up at her brother, manisa escort “how about one more for the road?” she playfully added.

“You two are the worst,” he said as his sister’s laughed.

Will turned away from his sister’s and moved over to the pool, diving in, desperate to rid himself of his erection.

Lexi and Daisy watched their brother swim, and then enjoyed the view as he got out of the pool. Like her older sister Daisy harbored a crush for her big brother, in fact, it was more than a crush, it was a full on fantasy. Still a virgin, she knew who she wanted her first to be.

“Looking good Billy!” his sister’s catcalled, using the nickname only they and their mother used.

Will walked over to his sister’s drying himself off, “you two need a cold shower,” he said before going inside.

That night after the family had dinner they decided to watch a movie. Mary went to bed early, bushed from a long work week, leaving Will with his two voluptuous sister’s.

With a sister curled on either side of him, both in various states of undress, they watched a horror movie, Lexi’s pick.

Will had to admit there were worse ways to spend an evening, even if the women with him were his sister’s. After watching some late night TV the siblings said goodnight. Will watched his sister’s walk upstairs to their rooms, his eyes drawn to their asses once more.

He shook his head as he admonished himself, “what’s wrong with you?” he asked as he walked to his basement apartment, leaving the door that connected his apartment to the house open as he often did.

He sat down on the couch in his apartment, visions of Lexi and Daisy in his head. “What kind of brother thinks about his sister’s this way?” he asked himself.

Unable to go to sleep yet he decided to watch tv, flipping around the channels until he found some soft core porn. Given the state of his cock all afternoon, he put the remote down.

The plot wasn’t much but it would do, in fact, one of the actresses even looked like Lexi. Will thought about changing the channel but his cock was already out and hard.

Will started to stroke his cock slowly; he watched the action on the screen but soon closed his eyes, his mind once again putting images of his sister’s front and centre.

He was too horny to care. Will stroked his cock again and again, squeezing his shaft and playing with himself as he thought of his sister’s.

His head fell back as he stroked his cock and moaned, his sister’s names escaping his lips ever so softly. Lexi first followed by Daisy.

He stroked his cock faster and faster with visions of his sister’s, now nude, running through his head, finally his cock throbbed and exploded.

Will groaned in pleasure, unaware he had a silent witness to his masturbation.

~

The next day started with Will loading up the dresser in his pickup truck and an offer from Daisy to tag along. Mary was going out with friends and Lexi was working another day shift at the restaurant so Daisy didn’t want to be home alone.

Will helped his sister into the cab of his truck, his eyes washing over her body, her legs on full display thanks to her short shorts.

“Thanks for letting me come with you,” she said as they pulled out of the driveway.

Will smiled, “I’m the one who should say thank you, and it’s always more fun with company.”

Daisy smiled and then proceeded to tell her brother about the latest gossip amongst her friends, not caring how interested he was to hear it.

Finally when they were stopped at a red light Daisy looked over at Will, “do you ever get lonely?” she asked.

“Lonely?” Will questioned.

“Yeah… lonely… you know… ” she blushed. “You’re always working or looking after Lex and I.”

Will smirked, “let’s get something straight, I don’t ‘look after’ you and Lexi, neither of you have needed a babysitter for a long time. You two permit me to exist at home peacefully,” he joked.

Daisy smiled and then giggled, “I guess that’s true, but still… “

“I get out,” Will started, “but I also like being with my girls,” he said.

Daisy smiled again, shifting closer to her brother, “good, because I’m not ready to see some skank on your arm.”

Now it was Will’s then to tease, “who has time for skanks when I have you and Lexi.”

Daisy gasped, smiled and then smacked her brother, all in one motion, “you jerk!”

The two laughed then silence filled the truck as Will drove.

“I’m a virgin, you know… ” she said.

“There’s noth-…” Will started before Daisy cut him off. “I know,” she said, “but I want to lose it sometime… soon…” she continued.

“I was just kidding Mags,” Will said.

Daisy smiled, “I know.”

“And I don’t want you to do anything because you feel you have to, do it because you want to.” There was a pause, “I trust you to do whatever you want, just don’t expect me to like the guy with my little sister.”

Daisy smiled and kissed her brother’s cheek, “you’ll always be mardin escort my favorite,” she whispered in his ear.

The drop off went well, the family was ecstatic with the dresser although the father and son had a tough time peeling their eyes away from Daisy.

She did her part to tease, but also happily wrapped her brother’s arm around her and rubbed against him while Will talked to the family before leaving.

~

That night Will drove Daisy over to her friends for a party and throwback school girl type sleep over, barely escaping when the girls teased him to stay.

When he arrived back home Lexi was in the living room watching tv.

“Where’s mom?” he asked.

“She went upstairs for a long bath before bed,” replied Lexi.

“No hot date?” Will lightly teased his sister. “I could ask the same” shot back Lexi.

Will grinned, “who needs dates…”

Lexi smiled, “want to go into the hot tub?”

Will paused for a moment, then nodded, “sure, you go get ready, I’ll turn it on and get us something to drink.”

Lexi squealed and ran upstairs to change.

Will went outside to turn the hot tub on before going down to his apartment to get his swim suit. When he came back he went to the liquor cabinet and got some tequila. Their mother didn’t mind the girls drinking so long as they did it at home, Mary knew youth was guaranteed to rebel, experiment, or both and tequila was a personal favorite of Lexi’s.

When Will walked back outside he found his sister waiting for him, already in the hot tub.

Lexi smiled when she saw the tequila and two glasses, “see? Who needs a date when I’ve got my big brother?”

Will smirked as he got in the hot tub and slid beside his sister, pouring a drink for the both of them.

The siblings let the warm water relax them as they chatted about life, work and the summer ahead. The pair drank more and more tequila before Lexi popped the question, repeating something Daisy had asked earlier, “do you ever get lonely?”

Will smirked, “do you and Daisy compare notes or something? She asked me the same thing earlier.”

Lexi shifted closer to her brother, “what did you tell her?”

Will looked at Lexi, “I told her I get out.”

Lexi snorted and giggled, “when!?!”

Will looked at his sister, “what’s it matter to you?”

Lexi smiled, “can’t a girl care about her big brother?”

Lexi slipped even closer to Will, her body now against his, she straddled his lap.

“Quit fooling around sis,” Will said.

“I’m not playing around Will,” Lexi moaned.

The sexual tension was high in the air. Will knew he should push his sister off his lap but couldn’t find the energy, his cock growing harder by the second.

Lexi felt her brother’s hands slide over her body and moaned softly, she reached over, thrusting her breasts in her brother’s face and poured another drink.

“I get lonely too,” she huffed softly.

“Do you now…” Will groaned as he pulled his sister down harder on his lap, letting her feel his hardon.

Lexi moaned again, lust in her eyes as she bit her lip and nodded.

Lexi took another drink and put the glass down. Her nipples were hard, her heart beating fast as she leaned even closer into her big brother.

Will felt those gorgeous breasts against him and gripped her body even tighter. Lexi pressed down against her brother’s cock then moaned with satisfaction when he finally kissed her.

The two siblings kissed in the hot tub. Will could taste the tequila on her lips as their mutual must boiled over in their embrace.

Lexi felt her brother undo her top as they kissed, his cock getting harder and harder. She reached down and undid his trunks, her hand snaking in to grab his shaft.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm yea” she moaned as she grabbed his dick.

Will couldn’t believe what was going on as he kissed his sister, the sensations, the desire, the pure unadulterated lust. It felt so good to kiss her, it felt so good to have her grab his cock, it felt so good to have her body on top of his.

They kissed like long lost lovers when all of a sudden memories of his father and Lexi as a young child flashed in his head. He broke the kiss.

“What’s wrong?” Lexi asked.

“I can’t do this, it’s wrong,” he said.

Lexi smiled, “it doesn’t feel wrong, and little Willy seems to agree with me.”

Will lifted his sister off his lap, “Lexi, you’re insanely hot, I want you, part of me wants to just bend you over this hot tub and fuck you raw but it’s wrong. I’m supposed to look after you, I’m supposed to beat guys up for taking advantage of you, and I’m not supposed to be the one taking advantage.”

With that he stood up and got out of the hot tub, leaving his horny half naked sister alone as he went inside.

15 minutes later Will was downstairs in his apartment, the door connecting him to the house closed when he heard a light knock on his door.

“Will? Can I come in? I want to talk,” asked Lexi.

Will sighed; he had hoped to delay this but should have known better, “come in Lex.”

His sister opened the door and walked down the stairs, she had changed into a tank top and shorts, her breasts bouncing softly as she walked downstairs.

“Can I ask what the hell just happened?” she said as she sat down on his couch.

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Sometime during the night, the rain started. We awakened to a gray, wet day. It was even chilly in the house so t-shirts and sweat pants or robes were in order. We all liked to be nude at home, but there are times when clothing is needed for protection or because of a social event or situation.

When I came into the kitchen, Mom was just starting a pot of coffee. Sue was rummaging around in the freezer. “Good morning. Sue, what are you looking for?”

“Morning, Bud. I’m trying to find some juice other than orange or grapefruit.” Sue was wearing one of Mom’s robes and a pair of her slippers.

“Oh. It looks like you are on a treasure hunt by the way you are digging in there.”

Sue straightened up with can of grape juice in one hand. She turned and tried to push the cold can against my chest. She laughed, “See, Mr. Smart Ass, I knew there was some different juice around.”

“Anything I can do to help, Mom?” She was wearing a long sleeve t-shirt and sweat pants. I stepped behind here, put my arms around her and kissed her on the cheek.

She turned inside my arms to face me. “Not at the moment. The coffee is on. Dad is outside trying to find the morning paper.” She tipped her face up and kissed me on the mouth. “How’s my favorite son?”

“I’m fine. Where is Uncle Bob?”

Sue spoke up. “He’s probably still showering or shaving. Can you reach that juice container on the top shelf?”

“Sure.” As I stretched to reach the container, Sue stuck the cold juice can under my t-shirt and against my back. I turned to grab her but she dropped the can and ran around the center island in the kitchen. We were both laughing as I tried to reach her across the island.

“Now, now. No rough housing in my kitchen.”

“It looked more like the start of a grab ass session than rough housing.”

“Morning, Dad.”

“Morning, Bud. Morning, Sue. Dad tossed the bagged newspaper into the sink. He put his arms around Mom and gave her a bear hug and a French kiss.

She pushed on his chest, “What’s that all about?”

“That’s just because I haven’t kissed you in ten minutes. Man, is it nasty out there. The rain is cold and the wind seems to be picking up. Where’s Bob?”

“I’m right here.” Uncle Bob came into the kitchen and picked the bagged paper out of the sink. “Good thing they bag these things, otherwise, with the rain, this paper would be so much pulp.”

“If I’m going to fix breakfast, I’ll need some room to work.”

“O.K., Mom”

“Yes, Dear.”

We all started out of the kitchen. “I’ll set the table, Mom.”

“Thank you, Bud.”

“I’ll fix and pour the juice and make toast.” Sue came over to me. “I’m sorry about the cold can on the back.” She put her arms around me and ran a hand under my t-shirt and up my back. She stood on her toes and whispered, “I’ll make it up to you later.”

It didn’t take Mom long to fix scrambled eggs, sausage and potatoes. Sue poured the juice and fixed toast and I poured the coffee and started a second pot as we sat down to eat.

Mom asked her brother, “Did you sleep well, Bobby?”

“Sure did. And the shower made me feel like a new man.”

Dad looked at Uncle Bob and grinned, “What’s the matter? Aren’t Bud and I good enough for you anymore?”

Bob laughed, “That isn’t what I meant. You guys are great.”

Sue said, “I think they are very, very good, but I’m not sure about great.”

Mom smiled, “I think we need to change the subject.”

Everyone laughed. Dad was looking out of the dining room window. “I’m sure glad we got all of the firewood moved off the hill yesterday. It would be a real chore today. Is it all under cover, Bud?”

“All except the last load or two. There wasn’t room in the shed and I didn’t think to cover it with a tarp.”

“That’s o.k. I don’t remember hearing a forecast for rain, but this is about right for the monsoon season to start.”

“I don’t remember anyone having time to turn on a radio or TV to hear a forecast.”

“Yes, Bobby, you guys were really busy with other things,” Sue piped in.

“Well, I’m glad we got it done. I doubt if I’d be of much help today.” Uncle Bob flexed his arm and shoulder. “I feel like I pulled a muscle.”

Sue giggled, “And I know which muscles got pulled the most.”

Mom scolded, “Sue, you are incorrigible!”

We all laughed and continued to eat. When we finished, Dad and Bob cleared the table and I put on a jacket and cap and ran out to the woodshed. I hauled a half dozen big armloads of wood to the wood box by the patio door.

“Boy, is it raw out there.”

Dad looked at Mom, “I think I’ll go into town and check the house and mail. And I might stop by the office. Is there anything I should pick up?” “No, I can’t think of anything. Just be careful driving.”

Bob was on the telephone.

“Who you calling?” Sue asked.

“I’m checking our voice mail at home. Listen to this.” He handed her the telephone.

Sue listened. “Maybe you better call your office. This sounds like you kahramanmaraş escort might be able to make a pretty good commission.” Sue looked at the rest of us. “Bob’s company just won a bid to supply a lot of equipment and supplies to a large manufacturer.”

“I’d better run into the office too. I can check our house and mail while I’m there. They may want me to cut the vacation short by a couple of days. You could still stay here, Sue, but I doubt if I’ll need to go back to work early, since I’m going back next Monday anyway.”

Dad and Bob left for town. I fired up my computer and checked in with my online job. There were a few things to respond to and a couple of phone calls to make, but there weren’t any programs that needed debugging or anything urgent. I worked up to lunch time.

After lunch, I decided to take a nap. Mom thought she might also. Sue said she was going to read. I went to my room, stripped and slipped under the covers. I had been napping for about forty-five minutes or so when I heard the door open. Sue was standing by the bed. I watched as she stepped out of the slippers and slipped the robe off.

She pulled the covers back and got into bed beside me. “Everyone is sleeping and I got lonely.” She leaned over me and kissed me. “Actually, I’m here to make up for the cold can on the back.” She stretched out so she was sort of laying on top of me. She stuck her tongue between my lips and we worked that into a French kiss.

I stroked her back and ran my fingertips up and down the cleft between her ass cheeks. She pushed herself up on her arms and rocked so her breasts rubbed against my chest. “I love to feel your chest hair tickling my nipples and tits.”

Sue started to rub my chest and stomach. She worked her hand down to my crotch. Then I felt her breath on my cock. She licked the top side of the cock shaft, then slipped her hand under my balls and cradled them.

She turned to look at me. “I used to give Bobby a blowjob just about every time we had sex, but we’ve gotten away from that. I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed sucking a cock until we came here for the week. My cunt really gets wet when I’m going down on a hard cock. I wonder if Bobby has remembered how much he enjoyed eating me.”

“Well, I can’t speak for Uncle Bob, but if you will swing your cunt over my face I can show you how much I enjoy tickling your clit with my tongue.” Sue swung her leg over me. I propped my self up on my elbows and tongued her cunt. She looked down her belly, between her breasts, and watched as I worked my tongue up and down her slit.

I spread her outer lips with my tongue, then after licking and sucking her tender inner lips, I extended my tongue and ran it around the entrance to her love tunnel. Sue wiggled her hips. “I’ll give you an hour to stop that.” I continued what I was doing and I reached down and softly squeezed a breast. Sue lowered her head and began sucking my cock. I found her clit with my lips. Sue pressed her cunt against my face as I sucked her clit.

I don’t know how long we were in the 69 position, but I was still sucking Sue’s clit and had worked a finger into her ass when I felt a hand touch mine. Sue was licking my cock shaft and swabbing the cockhead with her tongue. I looked up from between Sue’s legs to see Mom. Somewhere, she had lost her long sleeved t-shirt and sweatpants.

“I wondered why it was so quiet in here. I’ve been watching you for ten minutes and I just had to join you. “May I?”

I slipped my finger out of Sue’s ass and lay back on the bed. Sue let my cock drop out of her mouth. She turned and when she saw Mom, she got a big grin. “I wondered how long it would be before you joined us.” She rolled off me and patted the bed.

Mom sat on the edge of the bed. I watched as Sue crawled up behind her, put her arms around her and hefted Mom’s breasts. “I love your tits. I wish mine were as full and heavy.” Mom turned and kissed Sue’s neck. Sue lay Mom back on the bed and Mom turned and swung her legs up onto the bed.

After they got positioned near the center of the bed, Sue began to suck and kiss Mom’s breasts and nipples. I quietly watched as Sue slid a hand down Mom’s belly to her crotch. Sue cupped and fingered Mom’s smooth bare pussy. Then she followed her hand with her head.

Sue got on her knees between Mom’s legs. She pushed Mom’s legs wide apart then she leaned down and began to tongue Mom. I watched as Mom touched Sue’s face with one hand and pinched and squeezed her own nipples with the other. “Oh, that feels so good.”

I had my cock in my hand and was slowly stroking it as I watched the two women. Sue was still on her knees with her face buried in Mom’s pussy and her ass in the air. I crawled across the bed and kneeled behind Sue. She didn’t stop eating Mom as she moved her knees and feet apart so I could kneel between them.

I put one hand on her hip and guided my cock to the her cunt. Sue reached back with one hand and touched my cock as I slipped kastamonu escort it into her warm wet pussy. Sue continued to eat Mom as I fucked her with long slow strokes. I moved my hips in a circling motion as I pumped my cock in and out of Sue’s cunt. Sue would occasionally rotate her hips too.

She stop licking Mom’s pussy lips and clit and lay her head on Mom’s belly. “You cock feels like it is probing every part of my pussy. I can’t concentrate. I just want to be here and feel you fuck me.”

I put my arms around Sue and pulled her up so she was leaning against my chest, then I leaned back so I was on my knees and my ass was sitting on my haunches. Sue’s legs were over my thighs and her legs were spread wide.

Mom rolled onto her stomach in front of us. She licked my balls, then up my cock shaft. Then she licked up Sue’s slit to her clit. “Sue, you should see how beautiful your pussy is with your engorged, pink lips spread by Bud’s thick cock.” Mom licked us from balls to clit. Sue just sighed.

I cupped each of her firm breasts in my hands. As Mom concentrated on Sue’s clit, I rolled and pinched her hard nipples. She would move her hips a little as I held her. Her breathing changed to quick shallow breaths as Mom sucked hard on her clit. She used one hand to press Mom’s face hard against her cunt and she squeezed one of my hands holding her breast with her other hand. Her back stiffened and Sue tipped her head back and began a soft wail as she began to cum.

Mom softly kissed and licked Sue’s pussy and my cock and I held Sue until she relaxed. I let her down to her knees. My hard cock pulled out of her cunt as she lay down on her side. Mom grasped my cock. She got on her knees in front on me. She positioned herself then slid her lips down my cock shaft until my cock was buried deep inside her mouth.

She clamped her lips tight and pulled her head back. I could feel her tongue pressing hard against the underbelly of my shaft. She backed until my rigid cock came out of her mouth with a pop and slapped upright against my stomach.

Mom got on her knees and crawled up against me. She hugged me and flattened her breasts against my chest, wrapped one hand around my cock and the other around my neck. She pressed her lips against mine and pushed her tongue into my mouth.

We shared a grinding tongue churning French kiss. Mom was twisting and jacking my cock. I slid my hands down to her ass cheeks and pulled her tight against me. We broke the kiss. She turned around and got on her knees in front of me.

As she presented her ass to me, she put one hand on her pussy and pushed two fingers into herself. I didn’t need a second hint. I crawled up behind her and pressed my hard cock into her hand. Mom gripped it and held it against her slit as she pushed her hips back. I groaned as my cock slipped into my Mother’s hot, wet cunt. I groaned a second time as Mom gently squeezed my balls as my pelvis pressed against her soft ass as my cock was buried completely and deeply within her.

Mom began to rotate her hips. I quietly kneeled behind her and enjoyed feeling her pussy move around my cock. I held her hips to steady myself and began to fuck her back. I pumped with long slow strokes and began to rotate my hips in the opposite direction. It did feel good!

Aunt Sue rolled over to watch. I lifted Mom up until she was leaning against my chest, then I leaned back on my heels like I had earlier with Sue. I held one of Mom’s breasts in one hand and rubbed her clit with the fingers of the other. Mom used one of her hands to guide me around her clit.

Sue lay in front of us. She licked my balls and tried to suck one into her mouth, but I couldn’t spread my knees wide enough to give her good access to my sac. So she licked up my cock shaft and replace my fingers with her lips on Mom’s hard little clit.

I looked over Mom’s shoulder as she lifted her other breast and tipped her head to lick her nipple. Sue was gently tugging and squeezing my ball sac as she sucked away on Mom’s clit.

Mom’s thigh muscles began to twitch. Sue sucked and pressed harder with her lips and tongue. Mom’s breathing changed to rapid sort breaths and she was making huffing sounds. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight. She gripped my arms and dug her nails into my skin as her orgasm rolled through her.

Sue had turned onto her back. She arched her back and buried two or three fingers in her pussy as she brought herself off with her soft wail.

I held Mom until her breathing returned to normal and her muscles relaxed. Then I lowered her head onto a pillow. I helped Sue turn around and lie down. Then I got between my Mother and my Aunt and pulled up the covers. I put my arms around their shoulders and they both turned up on their sides and leaned against me. We fell asleep together.

A ringing telephone awakened us. I don’t know how long we napped, but the rain was still pouring down and the room was almost dark. Sue rolled over and got kayseri escort out of bed to answer the phone.

When she returned, she got sat on the edge of the bed. “That was Bob. They are going to stay at your place in town. The rain has caused some rock falls in the canyon and the road from town is closed. They said both houses are o.k. but the streets and low areas are pretty well flooded. I told them we were o.k. too and the rain was still pouring down here.”

Sue got up on her knees beside me. I pushed myself up and kissed a nipple. Mom reached up and touched Sue’s other breast. “You have beautiful breasts, Sue.”

Sue straightened up and cupped her breasts. “My tits are o.k., but I wish they were more full like yours.” I pulled Sue down and sucked a nipple and areola into my mouth.

She flipped the covers back. “You poor man. You still have a hard-on and you haven’t popped your rocks.”

Mom reached down and grasped my cock. “We’ll take care of that later.”

I smiled around my mouthful of tit.

Mom dropped my cock and slid off the bed. She watched as Sue picked up and rubbed and twisted my cock and as I continued to suck, kiss and lick Sue’s tits. “You two better take a break and relax a little. It could be a long night.” I stopped my tit sucking and Sue and I watched as Mom turned and walked out of the room.

Sue looked at me, “She sure has a nice ass.” Sue squeezed my cock. “And she’s right. This should be saved for later.” She slid off the bed and bent to pick up her robe.

I rolled around on the bed, “Speaking of nice asses.” I grasped her hips and pulled her back towards me. I kissed each of her ass cheeks and ran my tongue up her butt cleft to the small of her back. “Yours is one fiiinnne ass!”

Sue touched my head. “Hold that thought.” She wiggled her ass and did a couple of hip thrusts as she walked out of the room.

After I got up, I built a fire in the fireplace and refilled the wood box. I decided that I’d better refill the outside wood box too. I got soaked to the skin even though I I was wearing a jacket and cap. I went to my room and changed out of my wet t-shirt and sweatpants and into a robe.

When I got back to the living room, Mom was looking out the patio door and Sue was sitting on the couch near the fireplace. Both were dressed in robes and slippers. I turned on the TV to the local news. The announcer told us that most of the streets were flooded and that there were power outages in parts of the town.

“I’m glad the two of them decided to stay in town.”

“Yes. They’re safe and sound and we’re safe and dry and warm. Really, really warm.” Sue fanned her robe open and closed.

we ate a light dinner. There was an air of anticipation or expectancy and also a hint of hesitancy as to how, or if, we should, or could, pick up from where the telephone had interrupted us earlier.

Mom was sitting on the couch and I was stoking the fire, when Sue said, “I wonder what it is like to soak in the hot tub in the rain?”

“It’ll be a warm and a cold wet since the tub is in the open.”

“Let’s do it!”

“You’ll freeze your butt getting in and out, Sue.”

Sue dropped her robe and stepped out of her slippers and opened the patio door. “Let’s go!”

She dashed across the patio. I dropped my robe, kicked off my sandals and chased after her. I heard Mom laughing, “I’ll have dry towels waiting for you two loonies.”

The rain was cold! I caught up with Sue as she was trying to move the cover off the tub. We got the cover off and jumped in. She threw her arms around my shoulders and wrapped her legs around my waist. I put my hands under her ass and we stood there in the steam and rain as we engaged in a mouth probing kiss.

I sank back into the warm water and Sue rolled so she was sort of floating on her back. “I wish the rain was warm.”

“Why?”

“So I could lay on the grass and fuck in it.” She put her arms around me and we kissed again.

It was sort of strange to be sitting in warm water with cold water pelting your face and head. Sue was fondling my cock and balls and I was cupping and rubbing her smooth bare cunt. “Since it is too cold to fuck in the rain, lets do the next best thing.”

“Which is?”

“Fucking in front of a roaring fireplace!” Sue stopped rubbing my cock and climbed out of the tub and ran to the house. I got out of the tub and nearly froze while putting the tub cover back over it.

When I got back inside, Mom was drying Sue’s back. I picked up a towel. Sue stepped over and started to dry my chest. She stopped long enough to pull me over to stand in front of the fireplace. Mom began to dry my back.

“Did you see the steam coming off Sue as she ran to the house?”

“I may be only steaming on the outside but I’m boiling on the inside.” Sue dropped the towel and sank to her knees in front of me. She kissed my cock. “You poor, cold wet thing. I have a warm place just for you.” Sue sucked my cold soft cock into her mouth. She sucked like she was sucking soda through a straw as she rubbed her nose against my pubis.

It didn’t take long for Sue to suck up a hard-on. I looked down and watched as she would swallow my cock, then pull it out of her mouth and run her tongue up and down both sides of the cock shaft and around the cockhead before swallowing it again.

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1.

Julie was and is proud of her body and its power to turn the men – and women – in her life on, especially her boobs which though they were not the largest the world has ever known, were certainly more than a mouthful for any of the members of her incestuous family who daily made her sex life so exciting and enjoyable. Julie didn’t have favorites, neither, whoever was attending to her tits at any given time was always the best and, right now, she was beside herself with joy from the thorough mauling they were getting from her two horny twin nephews, Michael and Robert.

“I’m pleased you persuaded me to stay, sweetheart,” said Julie, glancing across the room to where her brother Mark, Michael and Robert’s father, was fucking her daughter Jenna with all the force he had at his disposal. He had already fucked his niece once before that evening, back at the marital home Julie shared with her husband David and their daughter, but such was the enthusiasm for hot kinky taboo sex that all of them were able to keep going for hours, indeed until sheer exhaustion finally got the better of them.

Jenna smiled at her mother as she rode happily on her uncle’s thick pole, “I knew you would be, mom,” she replied, “pity dad, gran and gramps aren’t here, too.”

“Yeah,” said Janine, Julie’s niece who was being similarly fucked by her father Paul, Mark and Julie’s brother, “they should have been here.”

“Aren’t we good enough for you then?” laughed Robert, momentarily looking up from munching on his aunt’s tits.

“Don’t be daft,” said Janine who was about to say something else but instead let out a loud scream as her father came in her cunt. At the same time, Robert went back to sucking Julie’s tits while Michael went down on his knees and began to give his undivided attention to Julie’s hot steaming pussy. Julie gasped as Michael’s tongue began its journey up and down the groove between her silky pink cunt lips, having not had the pleasure of his aunt’s pussy for several months.

Paul was milking another of his stupendous orgasms as he flooded his daughter’s cunt with his thick incestuous sperm. “Oh, darling, that was fabulous,” he said, his breathing coming in short irregular gasps as he tried to regain his equilibrium and he pulled himself free from the greasy confines of Janine’s tight juicy hole, “your cunt felt so good round my prick.”

“And your prick felt so good inside it, dad,” smiled Janine, “as it always does.”

Paul rolled over onto his back and lay flat out on the lounge carpet, his big cock deflating before everyone’s eyes. Mark was still giving Jenna’s pussy a thorough going over and she turned expertly without breaking the fuck, lifting a leg over her uncle’s head and falling forward to smother him with her tits. Mark lifted his head and began to suck and lick the erect nipples standing out firm and inviting from Jenna’s dark aureoles while still pounding his prick in and out of her cunt.

“Fuck,” said Robert, watching his father in action out the corner of his eyes with his mouth still wrapped around his aunt’s melons, “that looks fabulous.”

“Yeah,” said Michael, momentarily relinquishing his tongue from Julie’s cunt, “why don’t you go and fuck Janine? She looks like she’s still hungry for cock, even after the thrashing uncle Paul gave her.”

Julie didn’t mind Robert abandoning her tits, not when her pussy was being ravished kuşadası escort to such a glorious extent from Michael’s tongue. As Robert leaned in to place his stiff rod in his cousin Janine’s pussy, where the creampie her father had given her still languished in dribs and drabs, Julie lay back on the sofa and lifted her legs in the air, signalling Michael to follow.

“Don’t stop now, Michael,” she said, “run that hot tongue of yours round my clit.”

Michael didn’t need any encouragement, the grunting and groaning coming from the fucking across the room helping to spur him on as he placed his head in Julie’s dripping cunthole. He licked up and down her cuntal walls and then, as if discovering it for the first ever time, he located his aunt’s clit and began to kiss every bit of it before encircling it with his superbly experienced tongue.

His uncle Paul, having recovered from his orgasm, sat up and rested back with his elbows of the carpet to get a better view of the action. To the right of him, his daughter Janine was being mercilessly fucked by his nephew Robert’s magnificent hard-on while to the left, his sister Julie was having her cunt brought to the boil by his other nephew Michael’s tongue. And over in the corner, his niece Jenna was still riding the crest of a wave as his brother Mark fucked her and licked her tits simultaneously.

Janine and Jenna grunted and groaned as they surrendered their pussies completely to their menfolk’s pricks. Mark glanced across to smile at Robert, getting an unobstructed view of his son’s sexy bare ass cheeks rising and falling while Janine pushed back to meet every thrust of her cousin’s prick. Julie squealed too as Michael continued to expertly demonstrate his cunt-licking skills and glanced over his shoulder to smile at her brother and daughter. Jenna’s graciously-curved ass cheeks were bouncing up and down as her uncle Mark went in for the deep penetration which he knew from past experience his niece both loved and expected …

2.

“It sure is a shame David and his parents aren’t here,” mused Julie, echoing silently to herself Jenna’s words of a short time earlier, “my hubby would be bowled over by all this hot action.”

Julie needn’t have worried since, at the same time as the gangbang was taking place in Mark’s house, David was enjoying a hot sleazy threesome with his parents Jack and Shirley. After fucking his father for fifteen minutes or more, as a reward for the fucking Jack had given him, David had shot another load of his rich cream all over his dad’s ass cheeks as his mother watched, having been an enthusiastic audience throughout the proceedings as she waited patiently for her husband and son to fuck both her holes simultaneously, just like they’d done years ago before David had married Julie.

Shirley had been beside herself with pride as she watched her son discharging his spunk over her husband’s backside. If anything, it proved the insidious view of many that sex is just for the young to be nothing but a myth since even David was not exactly in the first bloom of youth anymore while Jack and Shirley’s love of passionate sex was just as strong now in their old age as it had been when they were first married and before their son had even been born.

Julie could imagine the scene back home as she placed her hands on Michael’s head and drew him closer kocaeli escort to her, the better for his tongue to gain even deeper access to her pussy. As he plowed it into her sweaty depths and Paul moved round to get a closer look, ten miles away Shirley had slowly impaled herself on her son’s prick, fresh from his father’s ass, while her husband moved in to slide his rod into his wife’s asshole. Mother, father and son rocked together as they once again demonstrated their love for each other, rolling back the years as if they were just starting out on the taboo relationship which had lasted for a quarter of a century now and had served their sexual needs so well.

Julie closed her mind to what David, Jack and Shirley were doing as Michael hauled his aunt to her feet and stood in front of her with his hard cock throbbing in his hand. “Now it’s my turn, aunt Julie,” he said, “get on your knees and suck my prick.”

“Say please,” said Paul, giggling and now fully recovered.

“Please,” said Michael, mimicking a little-boy-lost voice as Julie went down on her knees and quickly took her nephew into her mouth. Mark now had a great view of not only Robert’s ass but Michael’s too and his pride in his sons swelled accordingly as he felt his balls start to contract as his orgasm approached. Nobody would ever be in doubt about Mark’s stamina, nor Jenna’s neither, they’d been fucking like mad for over twenty minutes, non-stop while Robert and Janine ran them a close second, as the cousins fucked, squealed and groaned to the music of all the other hot action taking place around them.

“I’m there!” cried Mark at the top of his voice and immediately shot his load into his niece. His sons spun their heads over their shoulders to watch their father cum while Jenna gave herself a round of orgasms within seconds of taking her uncle’s spunk.

Julie stopped sucking Michael’s cock to watch her daughter as Jenna reached her climax. Michael moved over to his father and cousin and began masturbating in front of them. Paul didn’t waste a second, now fully back on the horn again, and jumped up quickly to take his nephew’s place in Julie’s mouth. As Paul’s sister began to suck hard on his rigid tool, Robert suddenly signified he was about to cum and let out a shout of triumph as he spewed out one ribbon of spunk after another in Janine’s cunt, his sperm mingling with the remains of his uncle Paul’s which Janine’s father had deposited earlier.

Mark clapped and cheered as he watched Robert emptying himself into Janine’s pussy, his love for his sons knowing no bounds. Paul’s love for his daughter rose to new dizzy heights as she came as well, her body wracking with pleasure as her orgasms overwhelmed her.

Meanwhile, back at Julie’s house, her husband David was shooting yet another load into his mother Shirley’s pussy while his father Jack came in his wife’s asshole …

3.

Michael slowed down the pace of his wanking as Robert and Janine rolled over together and folded themselves into each other’s arms where they languished on the carpet the very same spot Paul had rested earlier. Julie was still hungrily sucking her brother’s cock as Jenna lifted herself off Mark’s prick and went to sit in an armchair to recover from a whole evening’s worth of truly amazing incestuous fucking.

“Thanks, uncle Mark,” Jenna said, as she lowered her ass konya escort into the chair, “my pussy feels like it has been completely destroyed by that wonderful fucking you gave me.”

“I hope not, ” murmured Mark, still getting his breath back, “I’m sure some of the others will want to fuck you too, if you play your cards right.” He glanced up at Michael whose cock was still standing out at an acute angle from his body though he was no longer masturbating. “Aren’t you gonna cum, son?”

“Not yet, dad,” he said. “I want to fuck aunt Julie and I was also hoping mom and aunt Cathy would be back by now.”

Julie suddenly stopped sucking Paul’s prick and stood up. “Perhaps we ought to get going,” she said. “I don’t think your wives will take too kindly if they get back and find Jenna and I here.”

“Oh for crying out loud, sis,” said Paul, “Sandra and Cathy aren’t ogres. I think you should stay and we can clear it all up once and for all.”

“Yeah, aunt Julie,” said Michael, “it’s all so silly. The last thing a family like ours needs is a feud, for fuck sake.”

“Too right,” said Mark. “Why don’t you stay until they get home?”

“Just think,” said Robert, still wrapped in Janine’s arms, “if you ladies start to get on with each other, then we can not only have you and Jenna over from time to time but uncle David and his mom and dad, too.”

“Yeah,” said Janine, “and think what a great family gangbang that will be.”

“Too fucking right,” said Mark. “Your dad and I both treated Shirley to a double penetration earlier this evening, the old girl didn’t want us to stop.”

“I wouldn’t mind giving her one, too, dad,” said Robert, “I’ve never fucked a lady of that age before and she does still have a great body, at least she did the last time I remember seeing her.”

Julie couldn’t help smiling, even though she tried to suppress it. “Oh, she’s still beautiful, all right,” she said, “I only hope I’m still as sexy as her and want sex as much as she still does when I’m her age.”

“I can’t think any of us will ever lose our love of sex, sis,” said Mark, “it’s in our genes and it’s what this family is all about.”

“Please, mom,” said Jenna, flashing her eyes at her mother and hoping her powers of persuasion would work again as they had when they were in the car and she had got Julie to agree to not going home straightaway.”

“Well, I’ll think about it,” replied Julie, “but right now, if Michael wants to fuck me, my cunt is all his.”

Michael smiled at his aunt and walked over to her and gave her a kiss on the lips as the rest of the family drew round to watch. “How d’you like it, my dear aunt?” he said, when he had broken the snog, “doggie-style?”

“Yeah, mom,” said Jenna, “let’s see Michael fuck you with you on your hands and knees.”

“Go for it, son,” Mark said, “give my slutty sister the full benefit of that lovely rod of yours. Then you can fuck me later, too.”

Michael smiled at his father; having bided his time most of the evening, he was now raring to go and was looking forward to fucking any of his family who wanted it. But right now, it was his aunt Julie who was going to feel the thrill of her nephew’s prick in her pussy and as Julie got into the requisite position, the others moved in even closer to watch the penetration. Michael greased his prick with some KY and smeared some onto his fingers which he then used to lubricate Julie’s cunt, enjoying the feel of his fingers in her fanny.

Then, with his family’s mouths drooling with anticipation, he slid his stiff rod into his aunt’s tight greasy canal, Julie’s groans muffling the sound of a key being turned in the lock of the front door …

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Pt. 7 – Wednesday Afternoon

I woke up when I felt Beth poke me in the ribs. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was almost 1:00. I felt much better for the nap; we haven’t exactly been getting a lot of sleep the past few nights.

“What’s say we get up and get on with the day?” Beth asked before giving me a kiss and rolling out of bed. My stomach rumbled loudly and I realized I hadn’t eaten anything, other than Katie, all day. “Sounds like you could use some food. I’m going to hop in the shower, see what’s going on with lunch.”

“Will do beautiful.” I said as I watched Beth’s bare ass disappear from the bedroom. I got up and dressed quickly, stretching before leaving the bedroom myself. I heard the shower running and noticed that the door to the other bedroom was still closed. I pressed my ear to it and didn’t hear any sounds.

Quietly I opened the door and glanced in. I was greeted by the sight of five naked bodies sleeping together on top of a double bed. David was in the middle, with Cathy and Denise cuddled on his right. Melanie and Katie were cuddled on his left. They looked very happy and content. As I started to withdraw Denise opened her eyes and smiled at me. I couldn’t help but smile back. I mouthed to her ‘Lunch’ and she just nodded and cuddled back into her mother.

I closed the door and went into the kitchen to start getting some food together. I grabbed a cereal bar to quiet the rumbles in my stomach and started to make sandwiches. A few minutes later the bathroom door opened and Beth came over to give me a kiss, a towel wrapped delicately around her. There is something incredibly sexy about a woman with a towel wrapped around her. It hides everything, yet hints at what lies beneath. It’s like a present just waiting to be unwrapped.

My cock was again at full staff as Beth kissed me. She gave it a little squeeze and winked at me before going into our room to get dressed. I was tempted to follow, and almost did, when Denise, Katie and Melanie all came out of their parents room, giggling and laughing. They were still nude. My cock strained against my shorts, a fact not lost on the girls. They all walked past me, giving a little squeeze and kissing me before laughing their way upstairs to get dressed. I know, poor me.

As the girls were heading upstairs, Ron and Cindy, came into the cottage. Ron stopped in his tracks as he watched his nieces climb the stairs. On the landing upstairs they noticed that Ron and Cindy had come in and all leaned over the railing, giving a glorious view of all they had to offer.

“Hi you two, we’ll be down for lunch shortly.” Denise said before they disappeared into their rooms, still laughing.

“Stop drooling dear, I’m sure you’ll get a chance with them eventually.” Cindy said with a laugh as she pretended to wipe the corners of Ron’s mouth. Ron gave his head a little shake before laughing himself, playfully slapping Cindy’s hands away. I just chuckled and went back to making lunch.

“So, what did you guys do this morning?” I asked and laughed when I saw both Cindy and Ron blush at the question.

“We had a very enjoyable morning with Trish, Alicia and the boys. Very enjoyable indeed.” Cindy said, Ron just grinned. “I suspect they’ll be along shortly. So how was your morning?”

“Very enjoyable as well. Thankfully we had time for a quick nap to recover from our enjoyment.” I said with a laugh as Beth came out of the bedroom. David and Cathy came out a few minutes later followed by the girls coming back down stairs. The rest of the gang from the other cottage showed up shortly after that.

“Perfect, the gang’s all here. Sandwiches are made; there are chips on the table if anyone wants them and some raw veggies as well. You can get your own drinks.” I said before sitting down and grabbing two sandwiches and some sliced red peppers. That set off a melee as everyone dove in to get some food. It wasn’t long before everyone was eating and talking and laughing.

“So any thoughts on what we should do this afternoon? Remember we have reservations for the Lobster Supper at 6:30.” Beth asked when most people had finished eating. That set of a round of discussion on possible activities; some would have been illegal even if we weren’t related and a few that I’m not sure are physically possible. Either way it was a fun discussion.

“I think it might be a good idea to do other things this afternoon.” David suggested.

“Sure, I can see why you’d suggest that. After spending the morning with your four ladies, I imagine you need a break. That’s what happens when you get old.” I comment and promptly got slapped on the back of my head by both Denise and Melanie who were sitting on either side of me. This set off even more laughter.

“You mock, but god its true!” David said before he starting laughing again.

Various debates and conversations broke out as we talked about what to do with the afternoon. It was already after 2, so we didn’t have a lot of time before supper. Finally we decided to break hatay escort up into groups a little. David, Ron and I decided to head out for 9 holes of golf. We had planned on playing golf several times this week, but we decided to use our balls and clubs for other things. (Like I said before I have a corny sense of humor.)

Trish, Cathy, Beth and Cindy decided to just hang out at the cottage for the afternoon. This basically meant time to chat and gossip. The girls decided to go back to the pool to catch some rays. Craig, Connor and Alicia decided to go to the Sandspit, one of the amusement parks in the area, and check it out. So by 2:30 everyone had dispersed to their assorted activities.

The less said about the actual round of golf the better. It wasn’t pretty. It did give David, Ron and I a good chance to talk about things. I really felt the need to talk to David about the girls, especially Denise. I was quite honest with him about how we felt, how Beth felt and our desire to find a way to make it work.

In theory David had no issues with me being with Denise, he said she’d have a hard time finding a better man (I was quite taken back by that comment; I didn’t realize David had such a high opinion of me). His worry had more to do with the reality of the situation. How would that sort of relationship work? How do you explain it to people? How far can it really go? Will it be able to give Denise everything she wants, everything she needs from a relationship?

They were all very good questions and I didn’t really have any answers to them. Love will find a way didn’t quite seem adequate somehow. It gave me a lot to think about, and a lot to talk over with Beth and Denise when we got a chance.

The other interesting conversation was with Ron. He suggested that maybe Beth and I should switch rooms with him and Cindy for the night. They hadn’t really had much of a chance to spend time with David, Cathy and the girls yet and Beth and I haven’t really spent much time with Trish, Alicia and the boys. I remembered the look on his face when he watched the girls heading upstairs at lunch; I knew why he wanted to be in our cottage. At the same time, there was some validity to that argument.

David thought it was a good idea and I agreed as well. I did add one additional thing though. I suggested that the next night Beth and I stay with Ron and Cindy in one cabin and the two larger families take the other one. From this perspective everyone would get to spend time with everybody else. Plus it would make sure I got a shot at Cindy before the week was out. Everyone agreed, of course the three of us knew that would really only happen if the ladies agreed. Still, it’s nice to pretend you’re in control every now and again.

We got back to the cottage around 5:30 to find the ladies still sitting around chatting, two empty bottles of wine on the coffee table in front of them. They waved as we came in and asked how the golf game went, and then they just started laughing. The three of us just rolled our eyes and I went and grabbed us some drinks from the fridge.

“David, you might want to have a chat with your daughters though. They got into trouble at the pool again. Something about sunbathing topless I believe.” Cathy said, causing the other three to just start laughing harder.

“Mom, it wasn’t that bad. Some old biddy decided to complain about us because her husband couldn’t stop staring. We never took our tops off, well, not completely anyway.” Katie called down from upstairs. “Besides Melanie made sure our buddy Steve was on our side. We only came back because we were tired.”

“Yes, I’m sure you three were completely innocent. Dare I ask how Melanie got Steve on your side?” David called back.

“She took him in the change room and gave him a blow job he’ll never forget!” Denise replied. This set off a round of giggles from upstairs and set the ladies off downstairs as well.

“Really though, less than two minutes effort to get a free pass, not a bad deal at all.” Melanie added.

“Well I can’t say I blame the old guy for staring, I’d think the old biddy would thank-you, her husband was probably so worked up he’d give her the fucking of her life.” Ron commented and then ducked out of the way when Cindy threw a coaster at him. Naturally that set off another round of laughs.

“No kidding, I’m still in shock that Steve managed to last two minutes.” I added helpfully, resulting in poke in the ribs from Beth who had gotten up during the exchange.

“Be nice, Steve seems like a sweet kid. Besides, you’ve had your ‘two minutes or less’ moments as well.” I gave Beth a slap on the ass as she went by and laughed at the various rude comments thrown my way. Of course that was when Alicia, Craig and Connor came back so they only caught Beth’s last comment. A new round of remarks followed, led by Craig of course after my shot at him the day before.

After we all settled down people went about getting ready for supper. At a little ığdır escort after 6:00 we piled into three vehicles and headed out. The Lobster Supper was always busy and if you were late for your reservation they might just give away your tables. Supper was very good, as usually there was lots of talking and laughing. Although everyone did a good job of remembering we weren’t at the cottage, so the sexual innuendo was kept to a minimum.

During supper Beth leaned over at one point to tell me that while the girls were chatting that afternoon they decided it might be good to mix up the cottages a little. So that night we would stay in Ron and Cindy’s room while they stay in ours. The following night we’d stay with Ron and Cindy while the other two groups stayed together. I looked at Beth and then noticed that Cathy was talking to David and Cindy was talking to Ron at the same time.

The three of us shared a look and just started to laugh. We all got a slap from our wives for our response. Of course we all agreed that it was a great idea as we tried to stop ourselves from laughing any further. Supper finished up and before long we were headed back to the cottages. It was almost 9 by the time we got back. We all filed into our cottage and decided to play a game Cheat before we called it a night.

Of course it didn’t take long for someone (Katie) to suggest we spice it up a little. So we decided to play strip Cheat. For those not familiar with the game Cheat, basically you play with one or two decks of cards (2 in this case because there were 13 of us) and deal out all of the cards. The person to the left of the dealer starts, they play a number of cards face down on the table and declare what they played (three 8’s for instance). The next person has to then play either one higher card higher or lower (sevens or nines) and it continues around the table.

If at any point you think someone played something other than what they said, you call Cheat on them. If you’re right, they have to pick up all the cards on the table, if you’re wrong, you take the cards. Simple enough. The game is over when someone plays all of their cards. We just had to figure out how to determine who stripped after each game.

“How about the three people with the most cards, plus any ties, have to take off something. We play until only one person has clothes left.” That was Ron’s suggestion.

“Sounds good, how about we make it tops first, then bottoms, then underwear? That way its three lives for everyone.” I added there was a murmur of agreement until Melanie spoke up.

“What happens if you’re not wearing underwear?” My cock swelled in my shorts, and we all started to laugh.

“Well, I guess you just have to play your third life in the nude then. I don’t think anyone will object.” David said which result in everyone saying they were good with that.

The cards were retrieved and the game began. The first round went surprisingly quick, Ron ended up winning and Denise, Craig and I had the most cards left so we all took off our tops. There was much cheering and clapping as the stripping happened and eventually the next round began. The games were going pretty quick and when the fifth game was over Denise lost for the third time.

We all watched as she took her time taking off her bra, letting it slide down her arms to the floor. She then stood up and did a little twirl, facing away from the table; she bent over and lowered her very sexy blue panties down her legs, giving everyone at the table a great view of her ass and bare pussy. We all whistled and clapped as she left the table to sit on one of the couches.

“I hope I’m not alone over here for too long, I might get lonely.” She said as she stretched out on the couch and ran her fingers slowly over her wet snatch before licking them. My cock was straining to get out at this point. So after five rounds, Ron and Cathy were still fully dressed. Beth, Craig, Trish and David all had their tops off. Melanie was now nude, having lost twice and having told the truth about not wearing underwear. Connor, Katie, Cindy, Alicia and I only had our underwear left on.

“Ok, then let’s get the next round going!” I said and quickly dealt out the cards. It was another quick round and I made a number of very suspect declarations (six 3’s, etc.) that resulted in Cheat being called on me. Beth ended up winning the round and she rolled her eyes when she saw the 33 cards that I had in my hand. Cathy was also in the bottom three, along with Trish and Craig (both having 9 card each).

I stood up and slowly lower my underwear, giving a number of people at the table a good look at my dick.

“I guess you can win for losing.” Was all I said before I darted over to the couch and joined Denise. I gave her a deep kiss before we both started to laugh.

As the games continued, Denise and I started to make out on the couch. It wasn’t long before I was kneeling on the floor with my face buried in Denise’s sweet pussy. I took my time ısparta escort loving her, trying my best to learn what she liked, remembering what got the better reactions as I licked and sucked and kissed my way around her sex. A minute or so later I became aware of someone else on the couch. I glanced up and saw both Cindy and Melanie sitting down. Melanie smiled and then joined me on the floor.

I returned my attention to Denise as Melanie dove into Cindy’s pussy. Denise and Cindy had leaned in towards each other and were kissing and fondling each other. After another minute or so Melanie tapped me on the shoulder and motioned towards Cindy. We switched places and I got my first taste of Cindy. Cindy had a unique taste to her, I find it hard to describe, which just fits with the rest of her I guess. Anyway, I wasn’t sure what to think at first, but the more I tasted, the more I enjoyed her.

I heard Denise scream as Melanie brought her to orgasm. Cindy grabbed the back of my head and pulled me tight against her. It wasn’t long before she gripped her thighs tightly around my head and came herself. She didn’t make a lot of noise, but she did squirt a lot of juice. I happily licked it up, with an assist from Melanie. Once I was done with Cindy I sat up on the couch and noticed that Connor was sitting on the chair across from us and that Alicia was sucking his cock.

“Thanks for that Josh; Alicia said you were very good with that tongue of yours.” Cindy leaned over and we kissed. While Cindy and I were kissing I felt someone suck my cock into their mouth. I looked down to see Denise sucking me. Cindy moaned into my mouth and I noticed the Melanie was back between her legs. We broke our kiss and Cindy pushed Melanie back onto the floor and straddled her in a very delicious looking 69. I groaned watching the action as Denise continued to suck me.

The next round of cards ended and David and Trish joined us in the living room. I watched as Trish laid on the floor, sliding her head under the kneeling Alicia to get at her delightful pussy. David positioned himself behind Cindy, causing her to gasp and release Melanie’s pussy when he shoved his cock into her. She looked backed at him and smiled before resuming her assault on Melanie.

Denise released my dick and got up from the floor; she straddled my legs and slipped my cock into her very wet pussy. I wrapped my arms around her back and she leaned in to kiss me as she started to ride. It wasn’t long before we were both breathing heavy. I heard Connor groan as he shot his load into Alicia’s mouth. Denise picked up her pace as we listened to Melanie cumming on Cindy’s tongue. The sounds of sex filled the room.

A minute later Craig, Cathy and Beth had joined us. By this time Alicia had moved to the couch with Trish still pleasuring her pussy. Connor had moved to the floor and was licking his mother’s pussy. Denise and I both hit our peaks at the same time, spurred on by everything happening around us. We screamed together as I unloaded shot after shot into her cunt. We held on tightly and rode each other until we both came down from our highs.

In the meantime Craig had stretched out on the floor and Cathy had mounted him, with Beth straddling his face. She made out with Cathy as they both got fucked by their nephew. David, watching his wife and sister fuck their nephew, finally fired a load into Cindy. As he pulled out, Melanie licked him clean before clamping onto Cindy’s pussy to suck her father’s cum out. Cindy screamed this time as she came, again coating Melanie with a large quantity of juice. I was still in Denise and felt myself harden once more.

“From behind this time” was all she said before very quickly popping me out of her and turning around, dropping back onto my cock. I looked over at the table and noticed that Katie was now riding Ron on one of the dining room table chairs. I guess they decided it was a draw. I heard Alicia and Trish cum at almost the same time, followed by Cathy. She had a grip on Beth’s tits as she came hard on Craig’s cock. That seemed to set Beth off. I watch intently as I saw my wife cum for another man for the first time.

Both of them came off Craig and moved together to take turn sucking his cock. At this point I flipped Denise and me around so that she was kneeling on the couch as I plowed her from behind. She looked over her shoulder and said one word, ass. I grinned and pulled out from her very hot pussy and pushed the head of my cock into her tightest hole.

“Fuck!” We both said in unison, before laughing.

I started to move in and out of Denise’s ass and heard Craig cum behind me. I glance over my shoulder to watch Beth and Cathy cleaning his cum off their faces. As if I needed any additional stimulation. Seconds after that I fired another load into Denise’s ass. We collapsed together onto the couch with me still embedded in her backdoor.

Trish, Connor and Alicia were cuddled together on the chair. Cindy, Melanie and David, along with Beth, Cathy and Craig, were cuddled up on the floor. We were all watching as Ron now had Katie bent over the dining room table, giving it hard to her from behind. It wasn’t long before Katie came. Shortly after Ron pulled out and shot a huge load of cum over Katie’s ass and back, some of it landing on the table.

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Ch. 04: Son’s Defeat

Thursday couldn’t come quick enough. For some strange reason, all I could think about were the fights mom and I had been in the past week and a half and how crazy it had become. All out nude, anything goes battles between us where nothing was off limits – kicks, punches, hairpulling, even sex to weaken each other. I guess it was years of tension culminating in having to live together again as adults for almost 4 months that just boiled over.

I was able to defeat mom twice, the first and last time we fought, with the second bout between us pretty much a draw considering we made each other cum simultaneously and stopped fighting after our orgasms.

I was asserting my dominance over her little by little though, really humiliating her after our last match. Yes we both had an orgasm again, but this time it was from the friction of grinding against each other in a full body hug, my cum shooting up between our bellies. I was able to finish her off in her weakened state and really smear my jizz all over her face with the sole of my foot in a victory pose.

I raced over to her house on Thursday. Mom was in the basement again waiting for me, stripped and ready to fight. I jumped out of my suit and slipped off my boxers, my already hardened dick pointing the way toward my opponent as we faced each other for the fourth time. “When are you going to get tired of my kicking your ass and humiliating you mom?” I asked. “Fuck you, you little prick” was all she could muster as a comeback as we reached out for each other. We jostled a little on our feet, hands on outstrecthed arms, before I was able to knock her down with a leg sweep. Mom went toppling to the floor on her back eskişehir escort as the wind went sailing out of her lungs. I quickly plopped my ass on her stomach, further winding her, grabbed her throat with my left hand and nailed her left tit 3 or 4 times with my right fist before she grabbed my dick and yanked on it. I was able to stand up, freeing myself from her grip. As she got to her knees I punted her midsection like a football, knocking her to the floor again in a fetal position gasping for air.

“This is getting easier and easier” I said to her as I stood over her crumpled body, now on her back looking up at me. Mistake on my part. Before I could do anything, her foot shoot up into my balls, crushing them up into my throat (is what it seemed like). I fell like a house of cards as she rolled out of the way. I was cursing her out now as I agonized in pain on the floor. Mom easily pushed me onto my back and quickly sat on my face, grinding her pussy all over me as she yanked my head tighter into her crotch by my hair. I knew what she was trying to do – grind on my face until she had an orgasm and cum on me like I did to her – and there was nothing I could do about it. My whole body was paralyzed with pain from her low blow.

“Now that’s mama’s little boy” she mocked me as she continued to grind her raw pussy on my mouth and face. I was able to reach up with one hand and grab a tit, twisting and squeezing it a little before she removed it with her hands. I could feel her precum oozing into my nose and mouth as she was wearing herself out on me, but I was finally able to use her movement against her, pushing her ass over my head nd skirting from out from underneath gaziantep escort her. She turned around and tackled me from her knees before I could get up and we rolled back and forth a little in a full body embrace jockeying for an advantage before coming to rest in a double headlock on each other, four arms wrapped around two heads, completely tangled from head to feet. “You’re gonna pay for that you bitch” I cursed at her. “I’m not done yet” she said as she was able to bring her knee up into my balls again.

Her earlier blow really hurt me, so even though this wasn’t as tough a blow it still rendered me helpless again. This time she rolled me onto my stomach, sat on my back and started banging my head into the floor. I was getting groggy from the pounding when it stopped. I tried to get up but as I got to all fours she smashed me in the face with her foot, sending me reeling. This was not within what we agreed to – no head/face shots – so I was in no way expecting or defending against a shot like that. I landed on my back and was almost completely out of it. Mom walked over to me, stood directly over me and then dropped a knee straight down into my balls and erection, almost knocking me unconscious. I was tearing on the floor in a fetal position, clutching my crotch in agony…but she stopped her onslaught. I couldn’t see her and she wasn’t fighting me anymore for what seemed like several minutes. Then she came up from behind me and rolled me onto my stomach again. This time I felt a cool liquid on my ass…my crack to be exact…then I felt something else.

“Wha…wha the fuc..” I tried to get out before I felt something go inside me…inside my giresun escort ass to be precise! Seems mom had put on a strap-on, squuezed some lube on my ass and was getting some payback for our earlier matches. “Now who’s the bitch” mom said to me. “Now who’s getting fucked” she said as she started hammering me harder. I was really weak from the low blows and kick to the face. I tried to fight her off but just couldn’t. My eyes were tearing first from the last knee she landed to my balls and now from the pain of her fucking me with a strap-on as she continued to tease me. “You little faggot, you like that? I think you like dick up your ass. I didn’t know I raised a faggot.” With each word she thrusted harder and harder. Seems she had two dildos on the strap-on – one was inside my ass and the other was inside her pussy, so as she fucked me she was fucking herself too. Not only was she fucking me but she was jacking me off with her left hand too. Despite everything I still had an erection. It wasn’t long before she made me cum. Then I heard her breathing changing and soon after making me cum her pussy exploded, oozing her juices all over my ass, before she pulled the strap-on out of my ass.

For good measure she kicked me in the balls again and rubbed her foot all over the cum from both of us, rolled me onto my back and did her own victory pose over me with her foot on my face, grinding her cum soaked sole all over my face. I was humiliated. I took it for granted I was going to beat her again and was too cocky, for lack of a better word. And I paid dearly for it. Mom took the fight to a new level. Should I have expected it considering what we were doing to each other? Maybe, but never in my wildest dreams would I have thought she could beat me ad assert her dominance over me like this. “Seems like you weren’t able to finish what you started, I guess you’re going to have to come back Saturday” she said to me as she walked up the basement steps, leaving me less of a man than when I walked in 25 minutes earlier.

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Here is another fun filled romp in London and Arkham. I hope you enjoy. As always feel free to vote and comment on the story.

London:

Wind Sword Manor:

When you hear those words what comes to mind? A bleak desolate place where gusts of ice cold wind cut like knives then you wouldn’t be far off. It was that and so much more. The massive wrought iron gates were set into walls of polished Scottish granite twenty feet high and a full two feet thick. Each block perfectly cut and set to fit the one below it. From what I could tell not a single bit of mortar was used in the entire construction.

The gates swung silently inward and we drove up the winding path to the manor house. While the trees, flowers and lawn were as meticulously cared for as those of Cyan Michaels there was a sense of wrongness to the geometry of the place. I felt that if I looked away the very layout of the grounds would change in some subtle and disturbing way.

We came around the long elegant arc to the front of the house and I saw it for the first time. Like the wall surrounding it Wind Sword Manor was built of granite and fit together like come great monolithic structure from the long dead past. Its three stories loomed in the darkness and I could see a crescent moon hang over the thing like a great sickle. Bleak and dark and yet this was home. Here we would stay for the next two months until we left for Berlin. I did not know what to expect or fear from this place but I was here.

The driver turned around as I opened the door to step out.

“I will go back and get your things sir,” he said with a look that said it’s not too late.

“Thanks, I appreciate it. Take care of yourself.”

“You too sir,” he said and meant it. “…you too.”

The door to the manor house opened and there was one friendly face to greet me.

“Welcome home Master,” Mary said warmly her feline eyes gleaming in the light.

“Hello Mary,” I replied.

Just then as if on cue Storm dropped out of the night sky and landed lightly on my shoulder. His draconic form almost invisible in the play of shadows and I felt his tail wrap comforting around my neck and shoulders. Mary blinked a few times and I can’t say as I blamed her. Who wouldn’t when your boss shows up and a small dragon lands on his shoulders as if summoned from the darkness?

“I am starved,” I told Mary. “And I could use a pint or two after the day I have had.”

“Dinner is waiting and I will pour your beer myself Sir.”

“What about my mother and Melody?”

“Your mother is on her way and Melody has decided to stay on at Lady Michaels.”

I wanted to say ‘I don’t blame her’ but I didn’t.

“I assume rooms are prepared for my mother and me?”

“Oh yes sir, the Master bedroom is ready for you and for her a suit not far from yours.”

“Great work Mary, where is the dining area?”

“This way Sir,” she said leading the way.

I silently sent to Storm and he took wing and disappeared. The place was massive on an epic scale. It wasn’t Buckingham Palace but it wasn’t far off either. The dining room was huge and could have seated dozens. It would do for my first meal but changes were in order. I may have to live here but it would be on my terms.

My food was served immediately and the beer followed shortly afterwards. I ate in silence with Mary and a young Latin woman standing and waiting in case I needed anything. It was the Latin girl who fetched the two refills on the delicious dark Irish beer I was drinking. I felt that since I had healed Mary she had been elevated somehow within the ranks of ‘those who serve’. Her reverent desire to serve was now fueled by a status as my favorite and that disturbed me somehow. I believed Faye when she said Mary was a good kid and she had been through so much pain and suffering. But I think me snatching her from the brink has altered her on some fundamental level. Maybe not for the good I worried. Was I over thinking this thing? Then I looked at her and saw the almost fevered gaze in Mary’s feline eyes and knew I was dead on. God help me maybe I should have let her die.

My meal finished I retired to the library waiting for my mom to arrive. Mary had moved onto her other duties leaving the Latin girl to keep an eye on me.

“What’s your name,” I said as I sipped my beer.

“Louisa Master is there anything you require?”

She had a lovely voice and there was of course the slight Spanish accent that was not unattractive. She had that dusky skin and dark eyes and long black hair that fell nearly to her ass. Louisa was curvaceous in all the right places and very pleasing on the eye.

“No, tell me Louisa where do you come from?”

“I am from New York Master.”

“New York City,” I asked.

“Yes Master.”

“Your family is still there?”

“Yes Master.”

I real conversationalist this one I thought.

“Are you afraid of me Louisa?”

“Master, I don’t understand?”

“Well every time I ask you a question you spit out as diyarbakır escort few words as humanly possible. So are you afraid of me?”

“Yes Sir I am,” she admitted.

“I appreciate your honesty,” I told her. “You don’t need to be I don’t bite, unless you like that sort of thing.”

She blushed furiously and I thought I could almost hear her heart pounding in her chest. I finished my beer and handed her the empty glass.

“Would you like another Sir?”

“No I think that will be enough for one night. Besides…”

I was going to continue but Louisa’s head lifted up and to the side as if listening to something only she could hear.

“Your mother has arrived Master, shall I see to her needs?”

“Um sure,” I said and watched her as she moved straight for the front door.

Louisa was opening the door even as my mom was reaching for it, scary.

“Welcome home Lady, can I take your things?” Louisa asked and my mom nodded weakly.

She was still recovering from the door opening as it did no doubt. I met my mom in the entry way and watched her eyes take in the place.

“This place is huge Jon! Don’t expect me to do any windows… ever.”

“We’ll adjust,” I told her as I hugged her tight.

“Who is the leggy Amazon?”

“Her name is Louisa and she is a sweetheart,” I told my mom as the Latin girl appeared carrying mom’s luggage.

“Sir is too kind; I will take these to your rooms if that is alright Lady?”

“Rooms? Sure just come back I’ll need a guide to get me there in one piece,” Mom replied.

“Of course Lady,” Louisa said with a smile and off she lugged mom’s stuff up the long flight of stairs.

“I haven’t taken the tour yet, you up to seeing the place with me,” I asked.

“You betcha,” Mom said with a smile. “Duke Jon Masters… hehe what’s next?”

“That’s what has me on edge,” I admitted.

“Well you are not alone.”

“Thanks mom,” I said giving her another hug. “Mary!?”

I called for a familiar face and she appeared shortly.

“Yes Master how can I be of service?”

“Can you give us the nickel tour of this place?”

“I would be honored Sir,” she said with a smile. “Do you want just the geography or the history of Wind Sword Manor as well?”

“I think just the geography will do for now. If we have any questions we’ll ask.”

“Yes Sir, please follow me.”

It was like the Old Miller Place on steroids. The rooms were on a massive scale and opulence was to be seen everywhere. There were precious metals in abundance and every chandelier was Austrian crystal, the finest. Every piece of furniture appeared to be handmade and by highly skilled artisans at their peak. There was marble, granite and even diorite woven into the floors, walls and sculptures of Wind Sword. There was a ballroom, a music room, a library and on and on located on the first floor alone.

Then there was the main staircase with its mahogany railing and marble steps. The second floor unlike the house in Arkham had every modern convenience for each and every private sleeping quarter. There was the bedroom and then there was a walk in closet fully stocked with clothing that ranged from ultra comfy to ultra rich. Each bathroom like the bedroom was decorated in a particular theme. Most were quite tame and ordinary while others were as lavish and outlandish as anything I could imagine.

There was even a sci-fi room that I just might have to take over at some point. The bed was straight out of the next millennium with its complete lack of a mattress. Apparently all you had to do was lay down and it produced a gentle repulsor field. This would lift and cradle your body perfectly as it read the body’s pressure points every few microseconds. I wonder what sex on that must be like. It too had a walk in closet but everything was computer controlled. When you picked a shirt it offered selections for the fashion challenged. The bathroom was the absolute best!

“It has a sonic shower,” I cried out while my mom looked at me like I had lost it.

“Jon for heaven’s sake it’s just a shower.”

“NO… it’s a SONIC shower…”

“You better move his shit in here now and save yourself the effort,” Mom told Mary.

“I will take care of it immediately.”

As we were leaving the shower there was Louisa with my things putting them away. How the hell did she know? I looked at Mary and she smiled.

“Louisa is a very strong Empath. She can sense the needs and desires of others often before they even realize it themselves.”

“So when mom arrived,” I said.

“She has some latent precognitive abilities as well.”

“So she knows what I want even before I know it?”

“Yeah that about sums her up,” Mary said.

“Oh I doubt that my dear,” my Mom added looking at the Latin girl. “That one is full of surprises.”

“If you say so Lady,” Mary replied and pointed towards the open doorway.

We headed for the door that led to the third floor. It edirne escort was locked and Mary handed me the key.

“The third floor is for your eyes only Master,” she said and turned to leave.

“Want to see?”

“Of course,” my Mom replied smiling.

I unlocked the door and paused. Then closed my eyes and tried something. I sent out a mental request for Louisa’s presence. She stuck her head out of my bedroom and pointed at her own chest. I nodded and crooked my finger. Louisa smiled and walked over to us.

“If the third floor is for my eyes only who cleans up there,” I asked.

“There is staff specifically suited for the task,” Louisa replied.

“What are they blind or something,” Mom blurted out and Louisa just nodded. “Well I’ll be damned they take things serious around here.”

“Want to come and see Louisa?”

“Me Master, but what about Mary? She is your favorite after all.”

“Who told you that?”

“Mary said since you healed her and… I have said too much. Please forgive me Master!”

“Jon,” Mom said with a gentle hand on my arm. “Let it go, for now. There are more entertaining ways of showing your displeasure.”

“I like the way you think Mom. Come on Louisa you are going to get the VIP tour with us.”

“Yes Master.” She said blushing.

Did she sense or maybe see what I had in mind for Mary? Oh well. The three of us headed up the staircase and we all gasped at the glass walled room set into the very center of the top floor. It was like looking into a huge terrarium with its gravel garden and hanging plants everywhere. But it was the transparent ceiling that allowed the moonlight unfettered access to the room that took my breath away.

The door was unlike any door I had ever seen before. It was made of beveled glass and was seated into the transparent frame by some unseen mechanism. I touched the center of the door and there came a single clear tone and the entire door sank into the wooden floor. The smells that drifted out were like some primeval garden of long lost Babylon. We stepped in and the door slid silently back into place once more behind us.

There was a winding path that spiraled inward to the center of the room where a shaft of focused moonlight stood. It illuminated a pillar and on top of it a wide mouthed basin filled with clear water that bubbled up from below. The sides of the pillar were etched with those symbols I had become so intimate with. The triangular sides of the pillar read Health, Wisdom and Long Life. If I wanted a place to decompress this was the perfect spot. We looked around and saw and smelled all the fragrant flowers and trees that grew here. It almost made me forget the uneasy strangeness of this place, almost.

I was eager to explore the rest of the third floor when Louisa did her head cock thing. We had unexpected company arriving.

“Who is it,” I asked.

“Your sisters are here Sir,” Louisa said. “…All three of them.”

“Well let’s go greet them,” I said with a smile.

Arkham Massachusetts:

The Old Miller Place:

I awoke around noon and looked around at the rustic surroundings of the out building. It was nice actually compared to living in the mobile home. Becca had been up for hours doing whatever it was she did during the day. I opened the front door and looked out on the small lake and there she was skinny dipping like some teenager. Then I remembered the new lease on life we had both been given thanks to a rogue A.I. named Sterling. Becca though mentally and emotionally was sixty-something, physically the clock had been turned back to her prime. She looked amazing and I stripped down and joined her in the cool clear water.

I slipped up behind her and pulled her close. She moaned softly as my hands cupped her full breasts.

“Morning sleepy head,” she purred in my ear. “Are you ready for another round with a younger woman?”

“MMMMMMMMMM you better believe it,” I groaned as I rubbed my hard cock against her slit.

“I’m warning you I won’t be as tender as I was last night.”

“I think I still have scratch marks up and down my back woman,” I giggled.

“Awwwwww, you’re not gonna go cry home to momma are ya?”

“No but you might when were done.”

“Yeah whatever…”

The challenge had been issued and received. I drug her to the shallows and slid into my wife nice and slow enjoying that wonderful wide eyed look as I did so.

The first time in is the best. That initial sensation of her tight pussy wrapping snugly around me. Then that first hard thrust and her soft moan which will only get louder as we go on. The feelings as her legs wrap around me and pull me deeper into her while she kisses and nips at my neck and lips. Then her head moving backward her mouth open in the wide O as her first orgasm rips through her. Things just escalate from there. Soon Becca is on her knees on the soft earth with me hammering her pussy from behind. She is urging me then begging me and finally as edirne escort bayan her body shudders in her second release she is thanking me.

Now it is me who is on my back with that gorgeous young woman licking and sucking my cock. Now it is me who is panting and moaning as she deepthroats me with complete and utter abandon. I watch her eyes as they snare me with their fevered hunger. That desire to feel me shoot down her throat. How could I possibly disappoint her? As her fist pumps me and her tongue works on the tip a strangled cry escapes me and Becca is rewarded with her first load. She greedily gobbles it up and wants more.

After a brief rest the cock hungry woman straddles me lowering her soaked cunt down on top of me. Her pussy swallows me as easily as did her throat. As she rides me she tells me how she is going to grow out her short dishwater blonde hair. I just smile and grope her tits and nipples as she pleasures me. Her bright blue eyes flash in the noonday sun and her hips are thrusting down hard driving me deep. Becca praises my cock as her pussy worships it. She grinds her hips in slow circles as she leisurely fucks me rotten. Then suddenly and unexpectedly she cries out as another orgasm clutches her without warning. Her pussy squeezes me tight and I don’t want this day to ever end.

We finish with a climatic pussy pounding ride against a study red maple tree. Becca is bent over holding onto the trunk for dear life as I thrust into her as hard and fast as I can. We are both covered in sweat, funk and each other’s juices. Her short hair is matted to her scalp and droplets of sweat fall from her swaying breasts. Even as my cock swells inside of her I can tell she is very close. She is begging me to cum with her and with some careful timing on both our parts… I do. That last primal thrust of my hips sends both of us over the edge and into euphoric paradise. Cum gushes into her soaked pussy and dribbles out as we stand there catching our breath.

We finish as we started in the lake. I cup my hands and pour water over her head and she slides her arms around my neck for a final kiss before we part for the day.

I still wanted to continue my work on the house but now I had to do it under the guise of my own grandson. How weird is that. The story was that my grandfather had fallen sick and I had come into town to help take care of him. He wanted me to continue on with his work. Ryan, the foreman, just said that was Charlie all over. So after ordering the parts from various manufacturers for the updated security systems for ‘Mother’, the house A.I., I pitched in wherever I could. The hardest part of my new role was the cutting of my hair. I had been growing it out for as long as I could remember but Becca gave me a nice trim and I was able to keep most of the length. She even braided it differently to help with the deception. Besides I think she enjoyed playing with my hair whenever she could.

It had only been a few days since we moved into the cabin behind the Old Miller Place. Nikola was still crunching the data and finishing the analysis of the material from the mobile home. I never realized how complex all the drawings had been since it had taken me a lifetime to sketch them out. What I had taken for granted he attacked now with a zeal that was intoxicating to observe. Periodically he would furnish me with updates when he made a breakthrough or new discovery. He was like a kid in a candy store.

The box from Numenor Technology Dunwich arrive early the fourth day. It was addressed to me and its contents surprised both Becca and I as did the letter that accompanied it.

‘Charlie, I have been informed of your situation and your secrecy is assured. My name is James Bell and I am one of the leading research and development people at Numenor. I am also one of the four founders of the company. To compensate you for your unsettling situation and damages done by the A.I. known as Sterling we have forwarded the following amount into an offshore bank account. Also as per your agreement with Jon Masters, General Manager Numenor Technology, we have also deposited the following amount for the purchase of the technology you developed. Also in agreement with your discussion with him we are retaining your services under his personal staff for you and your wife. This includes the protection of diplomatic immunity should certain person or persons approach you in regards to said research and technology. Upon completion of your current project you and your wife will be flown to either London or Berlin to join Jon to consult upon the further development of your research. Hoping this finds you and yours in good health and happiness. James Bell.’

The contents of the box were a blue box marked ‘his’ and yes a pink box marked ‘hers’. The blue box held a gorgeous armband hand crafted of turquoise and silver in the Navaho style. In the center of it was a silver disc that I learned was one of Numenor’s cutting edge A.I. watches. With a command Nikola could and would transfer his entirety to it. Also in the box was a pair of the newest line of Numenor peripherals contact lenses. They were tailored to my unique skill set, surveillance, combat and technology. I could also act and interact with Nikola much easier now. I was getting tired of lugging that tablet everywhere and I think so was he.

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Falling for Jennifer

All characters in this story are imaginary and bear no resemblance to persons living or dead. All are over the age of 18.

*****

I never meant to catch my sister naked. It was an accident, one of those moments when you are walking along, minding your own business, and then suddenly – wham! – it happens.

I had arrived home early and I put the car keys on the hall table and walked through to my bedroom. The house is ‘L’ shaped, and as I moved down the carpeted hallway I looked to my left, as you do, down the corridor. The bathroom door was open and she was stood at the sink, her back to the door, as naked as the day she came into the world.

Jenny is a tall girl, probably about five-ten and she’s slim – good proportions, if you know what I mean. She was bent over the sink doing something with her hair and her legs were splayed out a little to get her down to the height she wanted without having to bend her knees. It was an arresting sight, I can tell you: long shapely legs, firm and well toned, and impossibly long – they just seemed to go on for ever, up and up, each thigh a model of perfection until they reached the neatest little ass I’ve ever seen. It was firm and round, each cup-cake buttock beautifully defined…just begging to be grasped – framed by the flare of her hips and the tight curve of her waist. The flesh of her back was as smooth as alabaster, a sort of creamy-white colour, marked only by the faint outline of where her bra-straps had been. Her head was down, hidden behind her shoulders, and the sound of running water drowned out my little gasp of surprise.

I stopped dead in my tracks, my eyes glued to the view. I guess my mouth dropped open too – in shock and surprise. Shock because one moment I’d been thinking about work and the next I had this vision in front of me, only a dozen paces away. Surprise because I’d lived in the same house as Jen for years and never realised just what she had hiding under the jeans and baggy sweaters she liked to wear. It was like finding you had a pile of money under the floor that you never knew you had.

I don’t know how long I stood there, gawping at her. Long enough to pick up the little details: the thin gold chain around one shapely ankle: the dimples behind her knees; the smooth olive warmth of her skin, good enough to eat; the little curve under each buttock that defined their roundness, and the neat little crease above them where the crack of her bum began. Best of all though, was the sight of her little pussy peeping back at me from between the cheeks of her ass as she bent forwards. It was in shadow but I was close enough to see it clearly, hiding like a little furry animal in a cave with a few wisps of hair around it, as fine a spun gold – testimony to the fact that she was a genuine blonde.

She must have sensed my gaze, as I stood there staring at her. She stopped all movement and was still for a moment, listening, and then she pushed herself up and turned her head slowly, her eyes peering backwards through the little gap between the smooth skin of her waist and one her arms. For a moment she was motionless, her eyes on my face. I felt the hot flush of embarrassment staining my cheeks at being caught – but I just couldn’t move: and then she stood up slowly and turned towards me – just standing there, front on. Her breasts were bigger than I had imagined, sitting firm and upright on her ribcage, the nipples thick and protruding. Her pussy hair was neatly trimmed back and the lips of her vulva were slightly open, revealing a gleam of pink wetness behind them; and her hair was wet, a dark blonde, lying around her face as she regarded me.

For a long time we stared at each other. Her eyes were grey and steady, neither embarrassed nor angry. She allowed them to roam over me – moving over my body slowly, resting on my crotch for a few moments before sliding back to my face. I could see a gleam of amusement in them, an awareness of the sudden impact she had made on me, and her mouth curled slightly in the faintest of a smile: her teeth so white behind the softness of her lips. I caught the sound of her chuckle: a throaty little laugh that promised almost as much as the sight of her body had – and then she leaned forward and quite slowly and deliberately closed the door, shutting out the best thing I’d seen in a decade.

*****

I was reading a book in the lounge and the words were a shapeless blur. My mind was filled with the vision I had just seen… the golden skin, the teardrop breasts and her little furry pussy – and the calm grey of her eyes as she watched me looking at it. Pink Wet. Slightly open. And all this time she had been living with me and I had never noticed. Ah, God, how can a day change so much?

I heard her footsteps on the tiles in the kitchen and she walked in. Her hair was still damp, but tied back in a little pony tail that lay across the vivid blue material of her blouse like a strip of gold bullion. I looked up at her guiltily.

“I’m…sorry, elazığ escort Jen. I – I didn’t know you were there. I was surprised.”

She stopped and looked down at me. “You sure took your time being surprised.”

I was silent, not knowing what to say.

“Well, what have you got to say?”

“I’ve said I’m sorry.”

She leaned forward a little. “Sorry for what, David, for catching me, or for standing there for half an hour perving when you did?”

I stared up at her. She was still looking at me, her eyes bright. “I wasn’t perving.”

She laughed. “Well, you sure gave a good impression of a perve.” She turned her head on the side and fixed a glassy look on her face, poking her tongue out of the side of her mouth for a moment in an expression of imbecilic attention. “Just like that, David, for half an hour. I surprised you didn’t drown in the drool that was sliding down your chin.”

I laughed with her. “I wish it had been half an hour. Anyway, its your fault.”

“Me? How’s that?”

“Well, you looked – um, I mean, well – you were worth looking at. Now, if you’d been ugly I’d have moved right on along.”

“So you’re saying that you liked what you saw.”

I looked her in the face. “Sure.”

“How much?”

“What?”

“How much did you like what you saw?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

She laughed again. “Sure you do…in fact, I saw how much you liked it… a lot, judging by the reaction. A huge amount.”

I felt myself colouring again. “So why are you asking me, if you already know?”

“Just checking.” She turned away but stopped by the door and looked at me again. “It was a perve, you know. Now you owe me.” And before I could answer she had gone in a flurry of skirt, leaving a trace of her perfume and a disturbing memory of that long, golden body.

Over the next few weeks our relationship, if you could call it that, returned to normal. We both work so we were doing our own thing, only bumping into each other from time to time. Nothing in what she said or did gave a hint of what had happened and the busy tempo of our lives gradually pushed it to the background. At times I would dwell on what I had seen – mostly at night when I lay in bed and played the tape in my head again – but the clarity of the image gradually diminished. I never really connected it with going further, either: we were sister and brother, and siblings just didn’t do that. It had been a pleasurable few moments of my life, and time had moved on.

I guess it would have died altogether, like a faded photograph that is finally thrown in the trash, had she not come by my room that day. It was stinking hot: one of those heavy, oppressive days when the air is as thick as a wet sponge. The usual thunderclouds had built up in the afternoon and hung in the western sky in towering castles of lead and pewter, but the rain that everyone begged for still had not come. You could almost feel the oppressive air crushing down on the town, robbing everyone of energy. All you wanted to do was to lie down.

I had left early and I stripped off and lay on my bed with my eyes shut listening to the occasional growl of thunder to the west and feeling the trickle of sweat on my skin. The house was quiet – no dogs barking, no shrilling cicadas – not even the swish of traffic on the freeway three blocks away. It was as if the world had stopped and I was the only survivor, lying in my bed in a stupor with my eyes shut, dreaming of air conditioning. I could hear the muffled tick of the old grandfather clock in the hallway and then the faint clunk of its mechanism as it reached the hour and prepared to chime: the crisp click of the gearing, lifting the hammer, drawing it back…and then the first chime, too loud to be through a closed door: and I opened my eyes and saw her.

Jen had opened the door and moved silently across the room to stand next to the bed. She was leaning forward slightly, her weight balanced on one foot as if ready to flee and she was dressed only in a sleeveless sports top and panties. I could see the gleam of perspiration on her skin and the hair at her temples was discoloured with sweat, darker than its normal shade of pale honey. Her breasts were full and round, pushing against the material of her top, and I could discern the outline of her nipples against the weave of the cloth and the dark shadow of her aureole around them. The thin fabric of her pants was stretched tightly over her mound, the filigree lace delicate against the golden tan of her skin. She held her head at a slight angle, looking down at my nakedness as if puzzled by what she saw, and there was an expression of guilt on her face, like that of a little girl reaching out to steal a cookie.

She must have known I was aware if her, but she didn’t look at my face. She turned a little, almost sideways on so that I could see the swell of her ass filling the white lace panties, and the curtain of her hair dropped forward to hide her expression. She was erzincan escort very close to me. The film of sweat on her skin gleamed in the pale light from the window; and I could see the fine golden down on her arms and in the crack of her ass just above the elastic of her knickers. I could smell her, too: the fragrance of her perfume, overlaid with more powerful aromas: salt and sweat and the faint musk of excitement. She bent forward a little more as if to inspect me closer, and the elastic leg of her panties moved over the curve of her buttock to reveal a crescent of firm flesh – and beyond it the dark shadow of her crotch with the tight gusset of her pants snug between the golden thighs.

I visualized what was behind that strip of damp fabric: the plump lips that I had seen before, but now wet with the heat and perhaps open a little wider than before… and the tight little orifice behind it, crimped and snug between the fragrant cheeks of her ass. I imagined the dampness there – the press of her wet flesh against the material, the leak of her juices into the weave of the fabric, as sweet as fresh honey. My cock grew hard quickly, moving silently over my belly to stand proud, bobbing slightly as she watched. The head distended and swelled, purple against the pale skin of my belly, and a drop of clear lubricant dribbled from the tip like a pearl against the darker hue of arousal.

For a few moments more she watched it, her body quite motionless, and then she stretched out her hand and touched me with the tip of one finger, resting it gently against the heated flesh of my rod. I could feel the pressure of her fingertip against the base of my shaft; and then, ever so gently, she drew it slowly along my full length until it reached the very tip. My cock lurched in response and a fresh trickle of lubricant escaped from the end, oozing against the tip of her finger, stringing out in a fine thread of silver as she lifted her hand away. Almost without thinking she pressed it to her lips and the tip of her tongue dabbed the shiny wet pad, and then, as if suddenly realising what she had done, she turned away and almost ran to the door.

She stopped there and turned towards me. “Now we’re quits, David,” she said, but her voice was gusty and uncertain.

I said nothing. I didn’t need to. She could read it in my face and I saw her confusion. She turned again and ran down the corridor towards the sanctuary of her room to shut out the lust in my eyes.

I suppose that was the moment I stopped thinking about her as my sister – I figured she had moved beyond the normal relationship when she stroked my cock and tasted my pre-cum. She was fair game now and it was clear to me that I wasn’t the only one enjoying it, for I had seen the flash of her little white panties as she ran with a dark stain of her desire at the crutch.

I seized my cock and stroked it, imagining how she would straddle me and lower herself onto my straining rod. I knew how tight she would be how she would move, and I could feel the cloying heat of her cunt and the tight rhythmic undulation of her hips. I imagined how she would look as I stared up at her face: her mouth open, lips slack and wet and her hair moving languorously back and forth as we fucked; and I could feel the satin of her thighs either side of my hips and the press of her hands on my chest to steady herself. My hand gripped harder, flying along the shaft, feeling the inexorable spiral of pleasure until that one tremulous instant where I was balanced on the very edge of time: and then I spurted. A groan of intense pleasure burst from my lips and great streams of thick, steaming jism burst from the head, desperate to be inside my sister’s body but finding only the skin of my belly on which to land.

And immediately afterwards, as I lay in my hot little room panting with the effort of my exertions, I thought I heard furtive footsteps back away from my still open door and then the soft click of a latch as she locked herself in her bedroom. I wondered if she had watched me spurting and known who was the subject of my lust.

I wondered if she would soon be doing what I had just done, and I ached to be with her.

*****

One morning when Mum was out I let myself silently into the bathroom, desperate to see her again. Jen was in the shower and the room was filled with steam, fragrant with the smell of soap and shampoo. I sat on the toilet and watched. I could see the pale blur of her body through the wet glass and hear her singing, and although I couldn’t see much the thought of her wet naked body only a few feet away had a powerful effect on me. My cock stiffened in response.

There was a scrap of material lying on the mat and I stooped to pick it up, the material thin and filmy in my fingers: it was her panties, still warm from her body, and I turned them over in my hand and pressed the gusset to my face, remembering when they had been filled by her curves and hidden valleys…and how I had fantasized about her erzurum escort aroma trapped in the weave of the fabric. I breathed in and it was there, faint but unmistakable – the smell of my sister’s pussy. The musk of her sex was captured in the threads of material just I had envisaged, and it filled my senses.

The shower shut off and I hurriedly stuffed them in my shirt pocket and I waited with my heart hammering in my chest. She had draped her towel over the top of the screen and I saw her hand appear and take it, the fingers slim and delicate, and then I heard her voice.

“Is that you, David?”

“Yes….how did you know?”

She laughed. “I felt the draft when you opened the door. Don’t ever think of becoming a burglar.” She paused, then in a more curious tone: “What are you doing?”

“Waiting to see you naked.”

“You’ve been there five minutes…haven’t you seen enough?”

“I couldn’t see anything,” I admitted. “The room was all steamed up.”

She laughed again. “Yeah. I bet it wasn’t the hot water that was causing it, either, you pervert. All that heavy breathing…not good for you, David. You’ll hyperventilate and fall over.” The shower door suddenly slid back and she stepped out, the towel wrapped around her. “So, her I am, big brother. You’ve seen me now – are you satisfied?” She was smiling, clearly delighted by the thought I had been cheated of my goal.

“That’s not fair. You got to see me.”

“That was payback – we were quits remember? This is blatant escalation, coming in here -” she suddenly broke off, her eyes narrowing on my chest. “What’s that in your pocket?”

I glanced down. A fold of filmy material was poking out, the lace edging clearly visible. “Uh, where -“

“There.” She darted forward and tried to snatch them out of my pocket but my hand beat her to it, squishing them against my chest. She struggled to unclasp my fingers but after a moment gave up.

“Give them to me, David.”

“Nope.”

“They’re mine.”

“I found them. Finders keepers.”

“What are you going to do with them?” She was angry now.

“Oh, I don’t know. Pin them on my wall…take them to work. Maybe I’ll just sniff them -“

“That’s disgusting!” She regarded me for a moment. “Give them back, David.”

“Say please.”

“No! Give them to me.”

“Ah-ah. Be nice – say please.”

She glowered at me. “Please.”

“You’ll have to do something for me.”

“Like what?”

I pretended to think for a moment. “Oh, I don’t know…wash my car or do all my ironing for a week…or you could drop the towel.”

“You’ve seen it.”

“Not this week. And I get to touch, like you did.”

“No! No touching.”

I regarded her. “Well, that’s not fair, but OK. Just to look, then.”

She stared at me a moment with anger still in her eyes, and then she sort of shrugged a little and stepped back, undoing the towel as she did. “Promise me you won’t touch.”

“I won’t.” My voice was scratchy with excitement.

“OK – well….there!” She dropped the towel and it pooled at her feet. She was enjoying her power over me.

For the second time in a month I saw my sister stark naked, but this time it was better. I was closer, for one thing – only two or three feet away – close enough to see everything. Not a wrinkle or sag marked her body – it was exquisite, fashioned by a craftsman in long, flowing curves, each complementing the other in perfect proportion. Her breasts were full and round, the flesh a pale milky colour – almost translucent under the glare of the bathroom light. I could see the fine web of veins under the skin, radiating outwards from the dusky pink of her aureole, and her nipples were erect – hard little nubs of flesh like soldiers at attention, betraying her excitement. She loved the attention, the acknowledgement of her beauty. She could have anybody but she wanted to show me.

My eyes roamed over her body like the touch of a lover, lingering on the curves and valleys, past the swell of her hips and sliding over the flat plain of her belly, still damp from the shower, to where her pussy waited. The last time I had seen it there was a little crown of hair above it, neatly trimmed to look like an arrow pointing downwards; now there was nothing. It was shaven clean, her cleft smooth and pink, the lips of her vulva neatly arranged either side. My eyes fastened on it, imagining in an instant how tight it would be and how the clasp of her thighs would feel as they drew me into her centre. She shifted under my gaze and the movement caused her labia to open a touch, the flesh inside her clean and pink and moist. I let out a little sigh.

“OK, buster,” she said. “Now pick your tongue up off the floor and give me back my panties.”

I pulled them from my pocket, my eyes still fixed on her pussy, and I flicked them to the far side of the room. They fell in a little pile of liquid silk against the closed door.

I looked up at her face. The anger had gone and her expression was inscrutable, but there was a gleam of amusement in her eyes together with other emotions…power, perhaps, and mischief, and also excitement. For a moment longer she stood in front of me, her eyes on mine: and then, quite deliberately, she turned her back on me and bent over to pick them up.

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Elliott had whacked off two loads while looking at the pictures of his mother he had on his computer. The panties he’d pilfered from her laundry hamper were soaked where he’d been sucking on them. He’d pumped a creamy mess into each cup of the bra that he’d stolen, the pearly fluid looking obscene as it sat in the big curved cup, the clumpy gobs of boy-juice slowly soaking into the fabric. His lube-coated hand had been busy, the second load coming surprisingly quickly after the first one as he brought up other pictures of her on his screen. These were ones he’d created himself, using the Photoshop program he’d purchased. Although his top-heavy mother had a better body than most busty lingerie models he saw on the internet, he always had a hankering to see her in some of those sexy outfits he fantasized about her wearing when he surfed those sites. It was one thing to see his mother in a bikini in the backyard, it was another thing altogether to get a chance to see her in some gorgeous lingerie. There was no way he could see that ever happening in real life, so he did the best he could by creating his own shots.

He had a number of pictures of her attractive face that he’d edited, cropping off the rest of her body other than her head down to her neck. He’d finished that off by adding a chunky or wide necklace to the shots, giving the headshot of her a bold distinctive edge. This allowed him to transfer that headshot of his mother onto pictures he’d downloaded into his files from various internet sites, the wide necklace creating a natural border between his mother’s face and the original model’s body, making for a better color match. He’d cut and paste layers from those originals until the model’s face was covered, while leaving the rest of her body intact. He’d then add his mother’s face into the shot. A little manipulation of the colors and scaling the new part to fit was often necessary, but the results were usually extremely realistic, and Elliott loved his collection. And that collection now numbered in the thousands of edited photographs, with his mother not only being part of lingerie shots, but miniskirts, sexy business wear, bikinis, whatever tickled Elliott’s fancy that day.

For his second load, he’d switched from the white bikini pics to some of her in corsets and stockings, knowing that if he ever had a chance to see her in something like that, she’d look just as good in real life, or better, than those models in the pictures. The slappy sticky sounds of his pumping hand had filled the room before he’d sent the second load straight into the waiting bra cups, thoughts of spraying his cum over his mother’s real tits filling his head.

With that second load out of the way, he’d washed the greasy lube off his hand and set to work on editing some new pictures that he’d downloaded, these ones of his mother in sexy glamorous gowns with slits that ran right from the floor to the models’ hips. There was something dead sexy about those dresses, with the models’ legs looking gorgeous through the slits in the fabric, their long legs looking fantastic in the obligatory sky-high heels. He already had some of his mother in this look, but he wanted more. And so he was just working on the second of the new pics he’d downloaded when he heard his mother come out of her room. He didn’t think much of it at first but then her footsteps seemed to be hurrying down the stairs, which he thought was strange. He checked the time: 10:47. When he’d first heard his mother come out of her room, he figured she might be heading downstairs to get something to eat. But then she’d gone down the stairs in a rush, which was very strange indeed.

With his curiosity now piqued, he went to his door and quietly opened it. He listened closely, and then heard the murmur of voices coming from the area of the front door. He could make out the tone of his mother’s voice, but the other was a low, masculine rumble, which sounded vaguely familiar, but he couldn’t place it. Wanting to know what was going on, he strode back into his room and pulled on a pair of sweat pants and a T-shirt. The voices seemed closer now as he made his way out of his room, stealthily making his way down the darkened hallway. He came to the corner near the start of the wide curving stairway and peered around the edge.

“What the fuck?” Elliott said to himself as he saw his three bullies sitting at the kitchen table with his mother. Jamal was talking to her quietly. Wondering what they were doing there, he hunkered down in the shadows and watched, and listened. After settling down on his haunches, he was able to make out most of their words, even though they were keeping their voices low. He figured his mother must have told them he was upstairs, and probably sleeping.

So Elliott had stayed hidden in the darkness and taken in everything that had happened, right down to his mother licking up every milky gob of the bullies’ cum while she got herself off with her fingers. He’d watched her hand work vigorously bursa escort between her legs as she’d leaned over the table, licking up the warm semen ravenously. When she’d sat back in the chair to compose herself, Elliott had taken a last look at her gleaming spunk-covered face and retreated to his room, his brain swirling to the point he was almost staggering, his heart racing.

Now he sat at his desk in front of his computer, trying to comprehend everything that he’d just seen. He had to admit, he wasn’t surprised at the scam the bullies had pulled, preying on his mother’s kind-heartedness in order to satisfy their own perverted pleasure. But he had been surprised by the look of wanton desire on his mother’s face as she’d jerked them off. It was clear as anything that she was enjoying it, even as she tried to keep her feelings somewhat subdued on the outside. When she eagerly made a meal of the puddles of semen on the table, it put any thoughts of her possible reluctance to rest.

What was really troubling Elliott more than anything were his own thoughts of what he’d seen, and how he’d reacted. He knew he should have been angry with the boys for the way they conned his mother into jerking them off. Any ‘proper’ son would have been incensed by what they’d done, but Elliott had reacted differently. He was somewhat embarrassed and guilt-ridden to admit that watching what had happened had aroused him tremendously. His breath had started to come in rapid gasps when Zeke first whipped out his cock and his mother started to stroke it, and it became quickly clear how much she was enjoying it. It didn’t take long before Elliott felt his own pecker tenting out the front of his baggy sweatpants, wishing it was his cock his mother was stroking.

Elliott wanted badly to reach down and jerk it off as he watched his mother, the rapturous look on her face turning him on even more. But for some reason-maybe because he knew what the boys were like-he knew there’d likely be more coming than just Zeke getting jerked off. So he’d used all his willpower to keep his hands off his throbbing prick, and just remained hidden and watched, his wide eyes taking in every lurid detail.

He was right about there being more, and he wasn’t surprised when Gunner replaced Zeke, presenting his erect phallus to his mother, as if he knew that she was waiting for it once she’d finished with Zeke. He noticed that Gunner was really well-hung too, even bigger than Zeke, and he could see the lustful wanton look in his mother’s eyes as she sized up the blonde-haired boy’s rigid prick. Elliott was envious of the boys and their big cocks, knowing his wasn’t anywhere close to that size, and he could see how his mother looked at them hungrily. He even saw her tongue instinctively slip out of her mouth and circle wetly around her pouty red lips once or twice. He wasn’t surprised as his mother didn’t seem to hesitate very long before she started stroking Gunner’s cock. Although his prick felt like an iron bar in his pants, and he could feel precum oozing from the tip, he still managed to keep his hands off it, knowing that watching his mother’s lewd slutty behavior would have him going off in a second if he touched it. That was all fine and good, until Jamal brought out his monster.

With two loads of cum splashed across the table, Elliott watched as Jamal eventually stood next to his mother, and then slowly undid his pants. When he reached into the opening and pulled out his long, thick member, Elliott thought he was almost going to pass out. Jamal’s cock was HUGE! FUCKING HUGE! To Elliott, his bully’s big, black cock was nothing short of ‘Mandingo-esque’. Elliott had seen a lot of interracial porn, with well-hung black guys making it with white women, and there were few that had a weapon as big and thick as Jamal’s.

He watched as Jamal’s enormous prick stiffened and extended until it reached full erection, the broad, flared head as big as an apple, the thick shaft looking like the handle of deadly club. Elliott saw the same look in his mother’s eyes, her blue orbs sparking with desire as she eventually took hold of the massive prick, her hand looking so small and dainty against Jamal’s thrusting erection. Elliott so wished he had a cock like that, and that it was his huge erection that his mother’s hand was wrapped around.

With those envious thoughts running rampant in his brain, when she started stroking it, Elliott couldn’t contain himself any longer. He felt dizzy with excitement as he reached into his sweatpants and wrapped his fingers around his cock. He’d barely stroked it two or three times before he felt himself going off, spraying his load all over the inside of his pants. His eyes were riveted to his mother’s stroking hand and the look of pure rapture on her face as she pumped Jamal’s huge cock, Elliott’s own hand stroking rapidly back and forth within the confines of his sweats.

Elliott slumped against the wall as he finished, çanakkale escort but he still kept looking at his mother’s hand on Jamal’s cock, the black boy’s rod dripping gooey cock-sap all over the table at this point. He looked back at his mother’s face, noticing the hungry look in her blue eyes as she gazed over the huge mess of cum on her table, her tongue once more circling her lips provocatively. Elliott was shocked to notice that his own prick hadn’t gone down one little bit. He was still rock-hard! He’d already come three times tonight, and yet his pecker was as rigid as it had ever been. He looked back at the lurid spectacle taking place in the dining room below him, and he couldn’t help it as his eyes went right to Jamal’s throbbing horse-cock, eagerly watching his mother as she jerked it off.

Elliott was awash with shame but couldn’t stop himself from watching his mother enthusiastically stroke the thick ebony wand back and forth. Elliott could see that her eyes were glazed over with desire, her face glowing with a fine sheen of perspiration. He slid his hand back into his sweatpants and started stroking his rigid dick, eagerly watching the lewd scene below. When Jamal started to shoot, Elliott watched the long white ropes launched out over the table, his bully’s massive load overwhelming the mess already left by his two friends.

As soon as Jamal started shooting, Elliott looked at his mother’s face, seeing her eyes open wide and her mouth gape open as she watched the young black man paste her table with a massive load of milky teenage cum. That look of pure rapture on his mother’s face hit Elliott right in the groin. He felt the semen speed up the shaft of his own throbbing prick. He leaned against the wall as he started to go off in his pants again, his eyes watching the tip of Jamal’s magnificent cock yawn open as the black boy continued to ejaculate, absolutely flooding the table with glistening cum, his mother looking at her spunk-covered table hungrily.

Totally spent, Elliott had sat there as he slowly regained his breath, watching the boys kiss and grope his mother before they left. He was then shocked to see her lurid display as she’d sucked and lapped up every drop of their cum, getting herself off at the same time. When she’d finished and sat back, Elliott returned to his room, ridden with guilt and trying to make sense of everything he’d seen.

Quietly closing the door behind him, he pulled off his sweatpants. “Oh fuck,” he said to himself as he looked at the mess on the inside of his pants, the two loads clinging lewdly to the black material. He had his own en-suite bathroom in his room and cleaned himself up, and then donned a pair of old boxers that he wore to sleep in. Sitting in front of his computer, he replayed everything he’d seen in the encounter between his busty mother and his bullies, especially remembering the looks of blissful rapture on his mother’s face. He’d seen how excited she’d gotten, how she’d not even noticed as her robe slipped further and further open, her perfect breasts looking amazing in her sexy green nighty.

Elliott subconsciously started to move his computer mouse, pulling up Photoshopped pics he had of his mother in sexy sleepwear like that. It wasn’t long until he pumped out another load, dropping this one into the cups of her bra as well. He cleaned himself up once more and got into bed, hoping that sleep would take his mind off the things that had happened.

He slept restlessly all night, his brain working overtime with illicit thoughts of his mother, what the bullies had done to her-and more than that-what they might do to her next. He woke out of his fitful sleep twice during the night with a hard-on, his teenage cock in need of relief. He jerked off each time, and then again with his usual morning boner, the soft morning light filtering in dreamily around his curtains as he pumped a load high into the air, thinking about shooting HIS load onto the dining room table for his mother to lick up.

*

Elliott showered and dressed in jeans and a T-shirt before going downstairs, wondering how his mother would be this morning. As he came down the stairs, the distinctive scent of frying bacon drifted his way, making him realize how hungry he was. His mother came out from behind the fridge door with a carton of eggs in one hand and a bottle of orange juice in the other.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” his mother said, setting her handfuls of stuff on the counter. “How are you doing today, sweetie?”

Elliott had wondered if his mother would be showing signs of guilt and remorse over what she’d done, but the way she looked right now, it was clear that there were no thoughts like that going on inside that pretty head of hers. She looked lively and vivacious as she faced him across the granite-topped island in the kitchen. He could see that she’d already showered and dressed for the day, her blonde hair pulled back in a loose bun, çankırı escort with a few stray tendrils licking teasingly at her neck. And she was already wearing makeup, which was unusual for this early in the morning, especially a Saturday morning.

But it was her mode of attire that immediately caught Elliott’s eye. She was wearing something new that he’d never seen before. It was a sundress in brilliant yellow, the color of which seemed to bring out the honey-blonde highlights in her hair. It fit snugly on the upper part of her body, before flaring out playfully over her wide hips, the ruffled hem ending quite high on her thighs. Her legs were bare, showing off her nice tan. On her feet she wore strappy yellow sandals, with a flat sole. The shoes looked perfect with the summery dress-somewhat fancy, but suitable for a casual day in the sun.

As usual with his mother, Elliott found his eyes focussing on the bodice of the dress. The material up top was made of some kind of stretchy fabric, which hugged her torso, and her giant tits, alluringly. Two straps went over her shoulders, leaving her arms and shoulders bare, her skin nicely tanned like her legs. The front had a deeply-scooped rounded neckline. Elliott almost licked his lips as he took in the impressive upper swells of his mother’s breasts and the dark teasing line of cleavage that disappeared down between her massive guns. Through the bright yellow fabric, he could make out the lines of her bra. He knew from some of his past jacking sessions that the bra was yellow as well, a gorgeous soft corn-silk yellow with intricate lace covering nearly the entire surface of each big cup. Like all of her bras, it was heavily reinforced with wire, which was necessary to carry the heavy load that was required by the sexy garment. He would have bet anything that she was wearing the matching pair of silky yellow panties that he knew she’d bought as a set with the bra. He’d painted the pronounced cups of that bra with his semen a number of times previously, usually while he’d had the matching panties in his mouth, his lips and tongue working to draw out his mother’s precious juices.

Elliott looked closely at his mother’s tits in the supportive bra. It looked to him like more of her soft tit flesh was being pushed up than before. Had his mother gained a little weight up top? It could be. He didn’t seem to remember that much flesh being squeezed into that sexy bra before. Whatever it was, it looked damn good.

“Elliott? Are you all right, dear? I asked how you are and you just seem to be standing there daydreaming?”

His mother’s words broke Elliott out of his stupor. “Sorry, Mom,” he said as he came around the counter and poured himself a glass of juice. “I’m okay. Just a little slow waking up, I guess.”

“Well, I’m making scrambled eggs and bacon, and I just poured you a cup of coffee. That should wake you up. Now, you’re in charge of toast. The rest of the stuff is almost ready, so you better hop to it, buddy-boy.” She gave him a big smile and ruffled his hair playfully before turning back to the stove.

Elliott couldn’t believe how bright and carefree his mother was acting. Her voice was as cheery as her yellow dress. Had last night really happened, or had he just been dreaming? He gave his head a shake to try and clear his thoughts. He slid some bread into the toaster and then looked over at his mother from the side, noticing the way the skirt part of her dress flared out over her curvy bum. He pictured flipping the back of the dress up and slipping his cock into her from behind, right there as she stood at the stove. He knew THAT image he was picturing was definitely a dream.

“So why are you all dressed up this early on a Saturday morning?” Elliott asked as he started buttering the toast while his mother divied up the food onto their plates.

“Oh, I guess you’ve never seen this dress before, have you?” Tanya replied as she set the plates down on the table. She looked down at what she was wearing, her slender fingers running down over her trim waist and then out over her wide hips. “It is fairly new, and I don’t think I’ve worn it before. Do you like it?” She did a twirl, the flounced skirt flying up playfully, showing more of her full creamy thighs.

Elliott gulped as he brought the plate with the toast to the table, his eyes feasting on his mother’s lush sexy body. He took in as much as he could, his gaze relishing every pronounced mound and inviting valley of her voluptuous form. “Uh…it…it looks great,” he stammered out. “I’m just not used to you being dressed up this early in the morning.”

“Well,” his mother replied, checking her watch. “I know the boys said they were coming over for a swim sometime today, and I just wanted to be ready in case they came over early. I didn’t think it would be appropriate if they showed up and I was still in my bathrobe.”

“Like you were last night when they came over and you jerked them all off? And then acted like a slut and licked up every drop of their cum?” Elliott thought to himself, guiltily knowing he’d love to see a repeat performance of that lurid event. But instead of saying what he was really thinking, he simply asked, “And you think that dress is appropriate for when those bullies show up?”

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