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I hope you enjoy this new adventure. Part 2 won’t be far down the road if you all like this part. I will also be returning my attention to “Fun for the Whole Family” and “Andy Saves the Burks” soon.

Stranded Part 1

Help from a kind stranger turns into a life changing event for Jen.

Chapter 1

“Well, this sucks!”

Jen felt like screaming as her car coasted to a stop. She had been on a rare shopping trip to Columbus in preparation for her husband’s birthday. Two tires on her beloved Mustang had just gone flat and she had barely gotten it to the berm before it ran out of momentum. It was hammering down the rain when she got out of her car to assess the damage. The phone in her hand went flying as she slipped and fell on the rain covered street.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, sonofabitch!” She had just lost her phone, was dirty from the highway, and soaked to the bone. “Now what do I do?” she thought as she got to her feet. She was on a two-lane highway, miles from the closest town. She looked at the ground, searching for her phone. She spied it laying a few feet away in a puddle and picked it up. She punched the home button, but the phone was dead. Jen resigned herself to a miserable hike in the rain. She was twenty-eight and very fit so the walk was within her capabilities. It just wasn’t going to be pleasant.

She was reaching into the car to grab her driver’s license and credit card when she noticed head lights approaching. The car slowed as it neared and pulled over in front of her car. Jen was apprehensive as the door opened. She was relieved when a woman exited the car carrying an umbrella. The women who walked over to her stood at a bit over five foot and looked to be in her early forties.

“Are you OK?”

“I have not one, but two flats, I’m soaked to the bone, and I killed my phone when I busted my ass on this fucking highway! Outside of that I am just fucking perfect!”

The woman looked at her kindly, “Why don’t you sit in my car and use my phone? I have a blanket in the back you can wrap around you to stay warm.”

“That would be very nice,” a subdued Jen said.

Soon Jen was wrapped in a blanket and seated in the car. “I’m Alisa. Why don’t you use my phone to call a wrecker and your family?”

Jen called the closest wrecker company and told them her situation. The wrecker eventually arrived and the driver loaded her car. He walked over to Alisa’s car and spoke to Jen. “It looks like road debris took out both tires. Both wheels and tires will need replaced and the shop is closed until morning.” He handed her a business card. “Why don’t you call in the morning and we can provide an estimate for the repairs. If the dealer has the wheels and there is no other damage, we can probably get you back on the road before noon.”

Jen thanked him and called her husband. He didn’t answer his cell phone so she called his hotel. As she explained what had happened Alisa quietly eavesdropped. Jen’s husband was traveling on business so it was not possible for him to come and get her. Jen could have sworn she heard a woman in the background. “Is there someone with you?”

“My assistant is helping me,” he replied.

“Why is she helping you in your hotel room?”

“Because we it’s a quiet place where we can work after hours. Get a grip. Your acting jealous!”

“I don’t think it is unreasonable for me to want to know why you have a woman in your hotel room. I am sure they have a business office you could use.”

“Stop it Jen. You know nothing is happening. I have to go. I will call you tomorrow,” he said right before he hung up on her.

She was stunned. She was also stranded.

Alisa spoke up, “Why don’t you come to my house? I live nearby so it won’t be difficult to get you to the shop when your car is fixed. Your husband has my phone number now and I can give him my name and address if he needs it.”

When they arrived, Jen was reassured when she saw a well-kept mid-level home. Alisa invited her inside and escorted her to the bathroom. “Please get undressed and give me your clothes. I will get them in the wash for you while you shower and warm up.”

Jen undressed and handed her clothes to Alisa. She locked the door and enjoyed the warm shower. It occurred to her as she was drying off that she had nothing to wear. Alisa had heard the shower stop and approached the bathroom door. “I am sorry, but my clothes won’t fit you. My daughter’s won’t either, but I do have this old robe. I hope that will work for you until your clothes are ready.”

Jen opened the door and Alisa handed her the robe. Jen was five foot and ten inches tall with brown hair and green eyes. She was slender, but not skinny and her “C” cup breasts were a perfect proportion to her figure. The robe she was handed was flimsy at best and was for someone much shorter than her. She put in on only to discover that the front barely closed and the hem was only inches below her crotch.

Jen shrugged in acceptance and pulled the robe as closed zenci escort gaziantep bayan as she could. There were no buttons so she tied the small belt tight and hoped that it would do the job. She wasn’t too concerned since it was only her and Alisa in the house.

Alisa escorted Jen into the living room and handed her a glass of Chardonnay. “I expect that you could use this about now.” Jen nodded her thanks and sat down on the couch. “I apologize for not having something more appropriate for you to wear. I have to say though that you look amazing wearing it.”

Jen blushed. She had noticed that Alisa was a very sexy woman. She had that magnetism about her that wasn’t explained just by her blond hair, blue eyes, and petite frame. Jen had never been with a woman, but she thought, “If I ever did, she would be the ideal one.” Followed by, “Stop thinking that way. She is just trying to help and I am married. I have no business fantasizing like that.”

Alisa sat down near her on the couch and they talked for a while. Alisa said, “I am married and have a son and daughter. My husband and son are with my brother in-law at our cabin supposedly fishing, but more than likely just drinking. My daughter just turned eighteen and is hanging out at her best friend’s house tonight. You don’t need to worry about being caught wearing that robe.”

Jen was relieved to know she wasn’t going to be on exhibition. “I’m twenty-eight and my husband and I have been married for five years. He travels a lot for his job and we don’t get to spend a lot of time together between trips. Lately things have been distant between us. I went to Columbus looking for a special gift for his birthday as a way to reconnect.”

The two women continued to talk and drink wine. Eventually Jen noticed she had a bit of a buzz and Alisa was now sitting close to her. Alisa reached up and brushed back Jen’s hair, “You seem like a wonderful person and are very beautiful. I find it beyond belief that anyone would let themself become distant from you. I hope you don’t mind, but I really need to do this.”

Alisa got up on one knee, tilted Jen’s face toward her, and kissed her lightly on the lips. When Jen did not move away, she kissed her more aggressively. Jen kissed her back. They began to kiss more deeply as Alisa cupped Jen’s face with her hand. Jen was not surprised when Alisa’s tongue entered her mouth. She felt a stirring in her groin and heat rose up her body as she returned Alisa’s kiss.

Alisa brushed her hand down Jen’s neck and slid it inside the robe, cupping Jen’s breast. As their kiss continued, she lightly stroked Jen’s nipple with her thumb. Jen began to breath harder as her nipples came erect. Alisa broke off their kiss and began to lick and nibble at Jen’s ear. She slowly licked her way down Jen’s neck and began to lightly bite her.

Goose bumps erupted on Jen’s skin as Alisa moved further down and began to lick Jen’s other nipple. She lightly moaned as her breasts were caressed and licked.

Alisa returned to Jen’s mouth and kissed her passionately. Their tongues swirled together as their heat rose. Alisa slowly pulled back from the kiss and stood. She took Jen’s hands and pulled her to her feet. “Come with me.”

“I don’t know if I should,” Jen shakily said as she trembled with desire.

Alisa replied, “I feel a need for you that I have never felt for another person. Please give this a chance and if you say stop, then we will stop.”

Jen allowed Alisa to lead her to the bedroom.

Chapter 2

Alisa approached Jen as she stood at the edge of the bed. Jen leaned down and restarted their passionate kissing. She couldn’t understand it, but she needed this woman. She began to kiss her way down Alisa’s neck as her hands unbuttoned her blouse. Alisa stepped back from the kiss and began to undress. Jen looked on in appreciation as Alisa exposed her body. Jen couldn’t believe that this woman had two children. Alisa’s body was fit and her pert tits still stood tall.

When Alisa at last stood naked in front of Jen she seemed to become shy. “Your body is amazing,” Jen said as she pulled Alisa close. A fundamental change came over Jan as she now took control. She had to have this woman! She kissed Alisa aggressively while pulling her hard against her own body.

Jen broke off the kiss and whispered into Alisa’s ear, “I won’t be saying “Stop”. I want you and I will have you.” Jen ran her tongue down Alisa’s neck and continued until her mouth covered her nipple. She began to lick it as her hand brushed down to Alisa’s crotch. Jen shoved her leg between Alisa’s to provide room and began to run her fingers between Alisa’s labia. She used the moisture that was nearly dripping from Alisa’s pussy to lubricate her slit. Her fingers began to tease Alisa’s clit as they passionately kissed, Alisa began to tremble with desire. Jen turned her around and pushed her onto the bed.

Jen didn’t know what had escort bayan gaziantep come over her, but she liked it. The thought of being the one in control of this gorgeous woman, of making her as turned on as she was, was almost overpowering. Jen had never eaten another woman’s pussy, but she did not hesitate. Alisa sprawled on the bed and Jen moved on top of her. She began to kiss, lick, and nip her way down Alisa’s body until she reached her sweet pussy.

Jen put her hands under Alisa’s ass and lifted her pussy to meet her mouth. She licked Alisa’s slit slowly and then, plunged her tongue as deep as she could into her sopping wet pussy. Alisa was shaking as she moaned her approval. Jen continued to slowly stroke her slit until she began to lick and lightly nip at Alisa’s clit. Jen used two fingers to tease the opening of Alisa’s vagina, gradually inserting them into her. She began to stroke her fingers in and out of Alisa while continuing to lick on and around her clit. She then ran her tongue up and down Alisa’s slit, eventually returning to Alisa’s erect bud.

Alisa couldn’t believe how wonderful it felt. It was as if Jen knew exactly how to please her. Alisa began to cry out her orgasm as her thighs tightened around Jen’s head. She put her hands-on Jens head and pulled her tight against her as the spasms of her orgasm washed over her. Jen continued to lick and finger her until Alisa’s thighs relaxed their hold and she collapsed onto the bed.

Jen moved up onto the bed and kissed Alisa as she trembled with the spasms of her orgasm. When Alisa could finally think straight, she looked up at Jen, “You are amazing! I don’t believe in fate, but I do know my life will never be the same.”

Jen breathed into Alisa’s ear, “I don’t know what came over me. The feeling of control, of making your body dance to my tongue, then making you come… I have never been so turned on. If we had not met, I would have never known. I would be willing to lose all my wheels and tires for that!”

They kissed and held each other until Alisa said, “I am sorry, but I have to pee.” Jen stood up and helped her to her feet. “We are definitely not done yet Jen,” Alisa said as she went to the bathroom.

When she returned she immediately moved into Jen’s arms. Jen looked down at her and they both smiled. Jen began to kiss Alisa passionately as Alisa ran her hands over Jen’s body. Alisa stiffened at the sound of the front door opened. “What the hell?”

Chapter 3

“Honey, where are you?”

“That’s my husband. I wonder why he’s home?” she said as she scrambled to put some clothes on. “I’ll be there in a minute,” she called out.

“Let me see what is going on and I will come and get you,” she said as she rushed out of the room.

Jen retied her loaner robe and wondered, “What do I do now?”

After what seemed like an eternity to Jen, but was actually on a few minutes, Alisa came back into the bedroom. “The rain storm that cost you your tires is also causing flooding near our cabin. They guys had to leave so they wouldn’t get trapped. I told my husband what had happened to you and that I was helping you. Please come and meet them.”

Jen had experienced two major events in her life so far this evening; having sex with a woman and being dominant. That feeling of power gave her the courage she needed to meet Alisa’s family while wearing a tiny robe, and nothing else. That did not mean she was looking forward to it. Things would have been much nicer and so much more fun if it could have stayed just Alisa and her.

They walked into the living room. Jen sat down at the end of the couch, very conscience of how easy it would be to flash someone. That was not a first impression she had every wanted to make! It didn’t help that the three men sitting around her looked like someone had smacked them in the forehead with a rubber mallet.

Alisa got their attention, “He, are you guys all right? Quit staring, it’s rude.”

All of them looked a little startled as they took their eyes off of Jen and looked at Alisa.

“Jen, this is my husband Ron, my brother in-law James, and my son Will. Guys, this is Jen.”

It was not difficult for Jen to see the family resemblance. All three were within an inch or so of each other in height at around five foot eight. They all had brown hair, hazel eyes, wide shoulders, and large muscular arms. She never would have believed a man shorter than her would impress her. A thought she now realized was petty and judgmental. These guys not only impressed her, she found them to be a bit intimidating. Her already wet pussy began to tingle in spite of her attempts to think of anything but sex.

Alisa jumped as the front door opened. Her daughter walked in the door and froze.

“Pardon my French, but “What The Fuck” is going on!? Is there anyone behind you Melody? Maybe a marching band or something?”

“I am sorry Melody. There have been a lot of surprises this evening. But, why are you here and not at Debby’s?”

“They caught us smoking pot and I told them it was mine so Debby wouldn’t get in trouble. They told me to leave and to stop trying to turn their daughter into a criminal. Pot is legal now and it would be funny, except that Debby and I are going to have a hard time seeing each other until her parents come around.”

“Melody I am sorry, but maybe next time you and Debby should be a bit more discrete. It doesn’t matter that it is legal if her parents are going to react the way they did. Sometimes you can be right or you can understand the people around you, adapt your behavior, and swallow your “rightness” for the sake of happiness.

“OK, lecture over. Melody this is Jen. I rescued Jen from the side of the road earlier when her tires blew.”

Jen noticed right away that Melody had her mother’s blond hair, blue eyes, and figure. She had just managed to suppress the tingle from meeting the men in the family when it started again. She began to think about ravishing Melody, but managed to stop before she lost her ability to communicate.

“Hi Jen. Nice to meet you.

“Is that my old robe?

“Where are your clothes!”

Jen was momentarily wordless. Alisa came to the rescue, “Her clothes are being washed. They got soaked and muddy while she was dealing with her car.”

All eyes returned to Jen. After a few moments Melody spoke up, “You definitely wear my old robe better than I ever did. You’re beautiful!”

Jen felt herself blushing and was again rescued when Alisa handed her a glass of wine. She raised the glass and drank partially because she needed it, but mostly to keep from talking.

They eventually settled into mundane conversation and Jen had managed to get a grip on her imagination. They had been drinking for an hour or so and were enjoying themselves. As happens when people drink a group discussion turned into a few smaller conversations. Jen was talking to Alisa and her husband Ron when they heard son Will and daughter Melody raise their voices.

“No way,” said Will. “It would never happen and you wouldn’t do it anyway!”

“What do you want to bet Bro?”

“Seriously? All right I will play your game. If I win, I want to see you naked, I want to play with your naked body, and I want to fuck you.”

“Ha, never gonna happen.”

“Yeh sure Melody, so what would you want if by some miracle you won?”

“I want to use a strap on to peg your ass.”

“Bullshit! You have got a bet!”

Chapter 4

Ron looked at his two children and said, “What the hell are you two talking about!”

“James bet me that I wouldn’t eat Jen’s pussy until she came on my face.”

Jen’s face turned beet red as shocks ran up her groin. She sat silently as her fate was being decided.

“Jen is a guest in our house and not subject to your perverted bets.”

“Oh yeh dad? Watch this!” Melody stood up and walked over to Jen. She put a hand on either side of Jen’s face and pulled her into a kiss. Jen didn’t know what to do. This was so far outside anything she had ever experienced that she acted on instinct. At this moment her instincts led her to open her mouth and accept Melody’s tongue. Their kiss became more passionate. Melody suddenly jerked Jen’s robe open exposing her beautiful tits and erect nipples. She leaned down and pulled Jen’s nipple between her teeth. Her hand snaked down Jens body while she lightly bit Jen’s nipple. Her hand moved between Jen’s legs and she began to rub her fingers up and down Jen’s slit. Jen couldn’t contain her moan as Melody’s fingers penetrated her pussy.

“Your pussy is wet. Do you like my fingers in you pussy? Do you want my tongue in your pussy? Do you?”

“Yes,” Jen whispered.

“You don’t sound like you meant that. I should probably stop,” Melody said as she pulled her fingers out of Jen’s pussy and began to stroke her clit.

Jen knew everyone was watching and that turned her on even more. “Yes, Yes, please eat me!” Jan called out.

Melody dropped to her knees. She grabbed Jen’s legs and pulled her to the edge of the couch, forcing the robe to ride up above her hips. Melody licked her way up Jen’s thigh and brushed against her shaved pussy before licking down the other thigh. She worked her way back up again. She used the tip of her tongue to lightly lick up Jen’s labia and flicked her clit. Jen instinctively pushed her hips toward Melody as a moan escaped her.

Melody continued to tease Jen until Jen thought she would lose her mind. Jen’s body was quivering in anticipation when Melody stopped and looked up at her. “Now what is it you want me to do?”

“For god’s sake, please, eat my pussy!”

Melody smiled and began to eat Jen’s pussy with exuberance. Jen braced her feet on the edge of the couch and raised her hips as she forced her pussy against Melody’s face. Jen’s hands gripped the fabric of the couch and her toes clenched as her orgasm exploded over her. She bucked against Melody’s mouth over and over as the spasms hit her. Melody continued to pump her fingers in and out of Jen as she molested her clit. Eventually her orgasm subsided, her hands and feet unclenched, and her body relaxed. Melody’s fingers in her sopping pussy were the only thing that kept her from sliding off of the couch.

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All story characters are 18 years old or older. This is the second in the Periwinkle Series which began with “The New Girl.”

*****

September 4, 1992, Somewhere in Southern California

**FRIDAY 6 to 9 a.m.**

The alarm clock buzzed angrily when its digital flags dropped from 5:59 to 6:00. Dr. Carter woke and pulled his nose back from nuzzling Peri’s neck. As he turned over to stop the noise, his left hand naturally trailed across her lavender satin teddy from where it had been cupping her full right breast, half-squashed against the mattress. It slid over her slightly fuller left breast, and beneath her left arm to freedom. His new personal assistant, faced away on her right side, right leg extended with her left bent up, heel against her right knee, remained immobile and unaware.

After switching the alarm off, Carter rolled back, pulled the top sheet away and stared at the beautiful 18-year old girl he had ravished seven times, in as many different ways, in the last twelve hours. Her light-brown hair was arrayed on the pillow, exposing a perfectly shaped ear shell. He ran the back side of his left forefinger along its edge. He paused at her earlobe, pressed his fingertip against its hidden hollow and traced slowly down her neck to her collarbone before backtracking. Carter’s finger continued along Peri’s jaw to her delicate chin and then up to his favorite facial feature. He bounced his fingertip lightly on her lower lip, pulled it back and bent his head to her ear. “TOURMALINE,” he whispered, planting a small kiss on her round, spongy lobe.

Peri’s eyes fluttered and then opened wide. She blinked rapidly several times, raised her left hand and quickly cleared away the tiny bits of matter collected overnight in the corners of her eyes. Stretching her legs and rolling over to her left, she lay on her back and sent Carter a small smile. “MMM,” she hummed quietly, “Good morning, Uncle. What time is it?” she asked, still adjusting to the half-light in the master bedroom.

“Good morning, Sweetie,” Carter replied. “It’s just past 6. Did you sleep well?”

“Oh, yes, very well, thanks” Peri answered, showing greater alertness and raising her right arm to rest her open hand on Dr. Carter’s left shoulder point. Surveying his lounging form, facing her and propped on his right elbow and forearm, she rolled further left onto her hip and mirrored Carter’s position, moving her hand flat from his shoulder across his chest. “My goodness, Uncle,” she observed, toying her fingers and thumb in the jersey over his sternum, plucking an invisible button, “you are still wearing your sweatsuit!”

Carter adjusted his body closer to hers. “I am glad you slept well, Peri. I was pretty tired, myself, last night and didn’t have the energy to do anything but get in bed. Next thing I knew the alarm was going off.” Carter chuckled and pulled his sweatshirt over his head. “Is that better, honey?” he asked. “I’m no ‘Tarzan’, you know.” To himself he thought, “but you are sure some ‘Jane’ and we were swinging yesterday!”

Peri’s smile broadened and her coral tongue peeked between her gleaming white teeth. “Ooh, Uncle, that is much better,” she cooed, twisting his sparse chest hair and pinching his left nipple in the process. Her hand worked its way down to his stomach, overhanging his sweatpants’ waistband by about an inch. Digging her index finger deep into his navel, she scratched him with her nail and insinuated her thumb under the elasticized barrier protecting her ultimate target. “But what am I going to do with this?” She sweetly asked, stretching his waistband and letting it snap back onto his gut. Her eyes sparkled with mischief and her mouth opened. Its capital “O” shape quickly transformed into a “Q” as she stabbed the air with her quivering tongue.

Carter, pleased by Peri behavioral progress and, in particular, her pause for confirmation and guidance, thought to himself, “The spanking seems to have worked.” He twisted onto his back, hiked his ass, pushed his sweatpants down and kicked them off the end the bed. “Hello, pal!” he said to himself, as his purple-headed erection rose from the ash-grey foliage of his pubic hair, like the proverbial phoenix. His hard-on had been his faithful friend every morning for 54 years, but on this morning it seemed more eager for attention than usual. “There, you go, Sweetie,” Carter said aloud, “Problem solved! Do what you like.”

Peri was ecstatic. She quickly sat up, inverted herself and crawled onto Carter’s stomach facing his plum puppet. She licked her lips and bowed her head. Peri’s tongue raced lightly over the dick’s small slit, gathering the pre-cum as it appeared.

Carter raised his upper body, propping the pillows between his shoulder blades and resting on his elbows and forearms. He studied Peri’s shiny lavender bottom, wiggling and bouncing as she applied herself to his stiff cock. Her knees and shins, straddling his waist, spread the deep purple lace seam of her crotch-less tap-pants. Peri’s pubic fuzz trimmed its edges, disappearing between escort bayan gaziantep yavuzeli her thighs. Her opening pink crescent sliced up its center, imitating her dimpled smile, as it pointed to her puckered rosebud at the seam’s other end.

Carter angled his torso further, grabbed Peri’s thighs just above the knees, and buried his face in her beckoning pussy. He ran his nose tip, followed immediately with his trailing tongue, the full length of her slit from clitoris to her waiting, winking tunnel. He kissed and sucked her juicing twat while Peri licked and squeezed his throbbing dick. She pushed and squirmed her ass. He flexed and jerked his hips. She stroked his staff and tickled him under his scrotum with her fingernails. He stabbed her gash with his tongue and latched onto her pulsing nubbin.

Peri remembered, and was very conscious of, Carter’s seismic warnings. She was not unprepared when his cock bounced in her mouth, shooting its seed as it jumped. Sealing her lips tightly around the head, she kept her throat angled. The deluge, no less than before, was, this time, completely controlled. She sucked, slurped and swallowed with confident gusto as she, herself, orgasmed. Carter, likewise hermetically sealed to Peri’s cunt, relished her tremulous flood without breaking contact.

When the storms finally subsided Carter smacked Peri’s bottom and said with a small laugh, “That was a nice breakfast, how about going into the kitchen and making us coffee, please?”

“Right away!” Peri agreed, happily. She got off the bed, found her kimono on the floor, pulled it around her teddy and left. Carter got up, too, reclaimed his sweatsuit, slipped on his moccasins and walked around the bed to the other end table. Picking up the phone he dialed the Counseling Center. When Ms. Cohen’s voice finished telling him the office was closed for another hour and a half, the voicemail clicked and he said, ” Good Morning, Rita, this is Dr. Carter. PRESTO! Ms. Halstead was a no-show yesterday, please delete her from my calendar and forget you ever saw her. PRESTO! I am going to work from home today and then head out for the long week-end. I’ll see you Tuesday. Have a great and safe Labor Day!.” Carter re-cradled the receiver, rubbed his palms together and walked out of the bedroom with a self-satisfied smirk.

Peri glanced up as Carter walked into the kitchen. “Coffee’s 5 minutes away. Here’s some OJ I found in the fridge. You want me to make toast, or anything else?” she asked, cheerily.

“No, Sweetie,” Carter said, “Seriously, I am not a ‘Big Breakfast’

kind of guy. Coffee and juice will do nicely.” He stepped forward and slipped his hands inside the folds of her kimono and wrapped Peri in a warm hug, rubbing the satin teddy in small circles around her back. She sighed and relaxed in his arms. Dropping her hands to his buttocks, she squeezed and rubbed him through his sweatpants.

“OK, Uncle,” she whispered into his neck. “What’s the plan for today?”

“That’s a good question, my pet,” he replied. “Those old clothes of yours will hardly do. I have a couple of things you can wear but we really need to go shopping. Do you like to shop for clothes?” Carter inquired.

“That’s sounds like a really fun idea, Uncle!” She let go of his ass and stood on tiptoe and kissed him quickly. “What’s not to like when I am with you!” she countered.

Carter just grinned and said, “Good. We’ll make that a priority on our agenda. Right now, come with me and let’s see what’s on hand, eh?” Peri followed him back to the master bedroom walk-in closet.

Opening drawers in a highboy, Carter pulled out a pair of basic white briefs, a 35C soft-cup white bra, a checked blue plaid flannel man’s shirt and a pair of Gloria Vanderbilt jeans. Handing them to the girl, he said, “Try these on. I think they will fit but let’s see.”

Peri pulled on the underwear and squeezed into the jeans. These were a little tight across the seat but Carter didn’t object and, after she wiggled her ass around a little, they stretched and felt OK to her, too. The shirt hung a bit long and was loose enough that it minimized, without denying, her breasts. “That looks great, Peri,” Carter complimented her. “Find a pair of slingbacks that fit, if you can, and we’ll be set.” Checking his watch, he continued, “I have to make a phone call. Come out to the living room when you are ready.”

He left her to look over an array of sandals and pumps in different styles and sizes. In the living room, Carter picked up the phone and dialed. “Good Morning, Dr. English’s office,” said a pleasant feminine voice.

“Good morning, Jenny,” Dr. Carter said, “This is Dr. Carter. I want to introduce a new patient to Dr. English. Does he have any openings today?”

“Hi, Dr. Carter,” Jenny replied. “He’s trying to get out early for the weekend so I left his afternoon open. You’ll have to arrange it with him. He’ll be in in a few minutes, may I have him call you?” she asked.

“Yes, escort gaziantep yeni bayan Jenny, that will be fine. I am at home. He has my number.” Carter said and hung up.

Ten minutes later Carter’s phone rang. “Hello,” he said.

“Hey, Bill, Chad English here. Jenny said you called. What’s up?”

“I have a new girl I’d like you to look over for me. Any chance I could get in today?” Carter asked.

“For you? Sure thing. My calendar was clear for the afternoon. Can you bring her in at 12:30?” English answered.

“No problem, Chad. Much obliged. We’ll see you then.” Carter said. He hung up with a smile just as Peri strutted in looking fine. “Wow!” Carter said. “Too wow!” Carter thought, looking at the tight fitting jeans and the red 3″ spike-heel slip-ons. She had also found a western-styled belt with a turquoise buckle, which Carter had forgotten. Peri had tied the loose tails of her shirt into a bow just below her breasts, baring her midriff. Her bra didn’t show, but her nipples sure did, combining with her exposed navel and the rope cinch for a ‘happy face’ effect.

“Unh-unh, Sweetie,” Carter stated flatly, shaking his head. “You are extremely sexy, we know that, but today you need to look more like the girl next door.” He crossed over and stepped behind Peri, placing his hands on her hips and kissing her neck so she would know he wasn’t angry. “I like this a lot, honey,” he continued, sweeping his hands up and cruising her breasts under the soft flannel before untying the knot and smoothing the wrinkled tails.

He couldn’t resist patting her ass and her pussy as he brought the shirt tails down. Unbuckling and unbuttoning the jeans, he peeled them down past her hips and carefully tucked the plaid flannel in as he pulled them up again. “OK,” he acknowledged, as he found it difficult to re-fasten her denims over the minimal bulk of the shirt, “I get it. Well, let’s leave it out, then.” he agreed, pulling the shirttails up, “but don’t tie them, please.”

“OK, Uncle,” Peri agreed, with the tiniest little pout.

“Don’t fret, baby,” Carter assured her. “You are going to get plenty of sexy things, but we also need to have regular-looking clothes. You would look good in a gunny-sack, just trust your Uncle.”

“Oh, I do, Uncle, I do. I love you so much!” Peri underscored this by spinning in he arms and lifting her face to crush her mouth to his. Carter felt his cock harden in his sweatpants and looked at his watch. “No,” he told himself, “no time for a quickie if we are going to get to Chad’s office on time.”

“Mmmm. Stop it, sweetie!” he said, breaking her lip-lock. “I have to get real clothes on myself so we can get going. I love you, too, now let me go change!” Smiling broadly he pecked her forehead and swatted her bottom. “I’ll be back in a jiffy!” he said over his shoulder, heading to his bedroom.

Fifteen minutes later, they were in the Taurus in traffic heading to the City of Commerce where an old tire factory had been converted to brand-name factory outlet stores in a huge mall called “The Citadel.”

**FRIDAY 9 a.m. to Noon**

It was nearly 9 o’clock by the time Carter negotiated the roads and pulled into The Citadel parking area. Between early weekenders and unlucky laborers who had to get to work, all the freeways, main arterials and, even, the side streets were clogged. There were no ‘Sig Alerts’ on their route but it was a tough drive all the same.

Still, they hadn’t missed any shopping time. Carter walked proudly beside his trophy pet toward the stores. He planned to dress her inside out, so their first stop was the Hanes Hosiery store for basic foundation garments. A half-dozen simple bra-and-panty sets were quickly selected. Peri favored the boy-cut style briefs and didn’t need either underwire construction for support or push-up bras for shape enhancement. More time was spent on nylons and tights. The available shadings kept Peri hemming and hawing for longer than Carter could stand and he finally required her to choose eight pair of pantyhose in nude, sand, light-brown and taupe, along with three heavier pair of tights in opaque white, true black, medium blue with a darker large diamond pattern, and a thinner pair in pale pink with small coral and rose dots.

Moving on to the Carol Little store, Peri immediately saw a black-and-green cotton halter dress with a key-hole bodice and a splash of red in the print. She grabbed it and scooted to the dressing room. “Uncle! Come see this dress!” she called. “It is fantastic!” Moments later, she stepped out, turning for inspection. Carter agreed it looked great. Although the maxi-hem hid her terrific lower legs, the cut of the hips and waist showed her ass and thighs to perfection. Carter pushed her back into the booth and closed the door. Like lightning, he slipped his left hand into the key-hole, grabbing her left tit through her bra and lifted it with a squeeze. Pressing her back to the stall wall, he kissed her hard, hissing, escort gaziantep zayıf bayan “OK, let’s get it.”

Peri moaned into his mouth and squirmed, pulling the dress’ hem up until it bunched around her waist. Her left hand searched for his right hand and pulled it into her crotch. Carter kept squeezing her tit while he drug his right fingers to the top of her panties.

Forcing them down, his hand pushed through her fuzzy curls and he shoved his first three fingers fully into her cunt, rubbing his thumb against her fat clit. “OHHH!” she gasped, biting his lip. “Uuncle!” Peri came faster than she thought possible as Carter repeatedly plunged his fingers, keeping his thumb on the doorbell.

Moving on to The Gap, L. Bates, and Leon Max stores, Carter loaded Peri’s wardrobe with both sexy and serviceable stylings from jumpers and blouses to light knits. He preferred hemlines just above the knee but allowed for a couple of shorter styles, eschewing actual mini-skirts. “You don’t want just anyone to see your pussy, sweetie,” he told her with a wink, giving her bottom little pinch. Her face flushed. She nodded agreement with a shy smile.

At the Perry Ellis Shoes store they selected a nice strappy sandal and a black-and-white tuxedo low heel. They also found a fancy black alligator pump with 4-inch tapered heels and another pair of wedgies to replace the pair in Carter’s safe.

It was going on 11:30 when they had all their packages loaded in the Taurus. “Let’s grab a burger and fries at In-N-Out,” Carter suggested, pointing the car to an exit.

“That sounds good,” nodded Peri. “Can I get a shake, too?”

“Absolutely!” Carter chuckled.

**FRIDAY Noon to 2 PM**

Dr. Carter parked in a tree-shaded slot in the parking lot outside Dr. English’s offices. “What’s this?” Peri asked, surveying the professional building and its suites. “I don’t see any stores.”

“No, no shopping, this stop,” Carter concurred. “I managed to get you a check-up appointment with my physician, Dr. English.”

“But I’m…not sick or anything,” Peri said, thoughtfully, “In fact, I feel fine”

“You feel amazingly fine,” Carter silently agreed. Aloud, he replied, “It’s mostly a ‘get-acquainted’ visit, Sweetie. You want to have a doctor lined up before you need one, right?”

“Oh, yes…of course, you are right, Uncle.”

“Of course, indeed,” he said quietly. He looked at her profile and smiled. “Let’s go meet the doctor, shall we?”

They walked into the medical offices, down a corridor and through a dark wood paneled door with a brass name plate announcing: Charles O. English, M.D. General Practice. Peri saw a receptionist at the desk and noticed the waiting room was empty.

Carter directed her to a bank of chairs. “Have a seat, honey, while I check us in.”

Stepping up to the thin young woman, he said, “Hi Jenny, we are here.”

“Hi Dr. Carter,” Jenny Adams responded. “On time as always!” She smiled, handed him a clipboard and said, “it is nice to see you again. You and your niece can fill out this history and I will let Dr. English know you are here.”

“Thanks, Jenny,” Carter replied.

Taking the clipboard he crossed the room to the corner where Peri sat. “Here,” he said, handing it to her, “PRESTO!” Peri’s head dipped and her eyes shut. In a discreet but clear voice, Carter commanded, “I want you to remember and record your medical history on this form. Do you understand, Peri?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Be truthful and complete but leave the name space blank. do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl,” Carter concluded, “PRESTO!”

Peri’s eyes opened and she began filling in the spaces on the form. Carter left her and returned to Jenny Adams. “So, are you still smoking?” he asked casually.

“Oh, Dr. Carter!” She laughed. “You are so funny! You know I have never smoked.”

Winking, Carter said, “GINGER!” Leaning over her desk, he said softly, “Who’s your Daddy, baby-girl?”

“You are,” Jenny answered dreamily, fidgeting with her blouse button.

“That’s right, sweetie,” he smiled. “Do you want me to give you a little rub?” he asked.

“Oh, Daddy, yes! I love how…you…rub,” she purred.

“OK, you keep it warm, sweetie. I’ll be back to you soon. GINGER” he promised and stepped back to Peri.

Just then an interior door opened. “Hey Bill,” said the tall, dark-haired man who entering the waiting room.

“Hi, Chad,” answered Carter, changing direction to shake his friend’s hand. “Thanks again for seeing us on short notice. This is my niece, Peri Carter…My brother’s daughter…just moved in to help me with a project.” Moving to Peri, Carter said, “Peri, this is Dr. English. He is not just my doctor, he is a good friend.”

“Hello, Dr. English,” Peri said, sticking out her hand.

English took the proffered hand, shook it briefly, and said “Very nice to meet you, Peri. Let’s go in and get started, eh?” He led them back through the inner door and down a hallway to an examining room. “Take off your heels and step up on the scale, please, Peri” he requested.

Peri complied and English adjusted the height bar and slid the counterweights. “66 1/2 inches; 109 pounds” he said, recording the result on a card. “Nice. Very trim. OK, Peri, I want to talk a minute with your Uncle Bill. While we are out of the room, undress completely, put on this smock, and sit on the exam table, won’t you?”

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Hi all! Usually I write much longer stories but, I decided to just grind out a short quick one. Instead of the teasing and long build up this is more simple and straight to the point. Enjoy!

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“Okay David I have good news and bad news.” The doctor said as he walked into the room.

“Bad news first I guess.” I responded.

“It looks like a large amount of muscle in your wrist has indeed been damaged as a result of the accident. This means you are going to have to keep in mind a few prohibitions that I must tell you to refrain from doing. This list includes: physical or strenuous activity, writing, typing, throwing, lifting, and also masturbation.” The doctor explained.

My stomach sank.

“Masturbation?” I repeated for reassurance.

“Yes, but, here is where the good news comes in. If you do listen to me and not participate in any of those activities, your wrist should be healed in only a short month.” The doctor said with a hint of sympathy.

“A month??? Oh boy. Alright then. Thanks doc. I’ll make an appointment for next month to see how the healing process has come along.” I said as I put on my jacket and left the room.

‘A month without jerking off?’ I wrestled with the harsh reality of that sentence in my head as I got into the elevator. Considering the fact that I didn’t just have girls on speed dial that could come over and get me off, along with my current residence at my Dad and Step-Mom’s house (which was far away from my home town where all my friends live), it was looking like a hard, drag of a month for me.

My sister and I alternated who we stayed with each month of the Summer ever since my parents split. Staying at Dad’s was always the shorter end of the stick, due to the frequent boredom as a result of there being nothing to do in the small town where his house was. It didn’t take my Dad long to find another woman and he eventually re-married this much younger (34 in comparison to his age of 50) partner. Although I would never admit it to anyone aloud, ever since my Dad started dating my now Step-Mom I’ve always had a slight crush on her, which ultimately led to a wide array of incestuous and taboo fantasies. With me being 18, it was definitely weird having a mom less than 20 years apart in age from me, especially when I grew up with old parents. Whenever my friends met my Step-Mom they would always go on about how hot she was and how they wanted to do sexual things with her. While I had no choice but to make grossed out faces and tell them they’re fucked up, I secretly had the same exact obsessions.

The first week was pure torture. I had been accidentally aroused several times and having an incurable case of the blue balls almost every day was not enjoyable to say the least.

With today marking the start of week 2, I have become fed up past my limit. I was determined to get off in one way or another tonight but, I also knew the repercussions of going against the doctor’s orders and using my hand. If I messed up my wrist even more, I would be looking at even more time without jacking off. Somehow, someway, I was going to find a solution.

It was a rainy afternoon and I was sitting in my room watching TV, since of course there was nothing better to do. My wrist was in a brace, which was removable but, only allowed to be taken off for showers and other infrequent exceptions. Being at my Dad’s house during this whole injury was the worst thing ever. Not only was I forced to do absolutely nothing all day but, catching glimpses of my Step-Mom always sparked arousal in me since she believed in being comfortable and wearing very little clothing around the house. As much as I tried to avoid her, she just kept showing up wherever I went. The blue balls I had been dealing with for the past week was only building up in pain and getting worse. I desperately needed to have success in my plans escort gaziantep vip bayan for the night.

Night came and the sky faded into an empty black, creating a gloomy and eerie tone around the house. My Dad had also been out of the country for business, so that made my attempts to avoid my Step-Mom fruitless. As soon as 11:30 hit, the usual time my Dad and Step-Mom go to sleep, I instantly started brainstorming ideas. Then it came to me, like it was floating around all this time but, I was too focused on other things to see it. I was going to hump a pillow. Yup, as stupid as it may sound, it was simple, easy, and I was hopeful. I climbed into my bed and pulled up some porn. I tended to watch incest a lot because of my Step-Mom but, I decided that wasn’t a very good idea in case this plan didn’t follow through. I was already hard, as a result of the horrible blue balls I had been dealing with. While making sure to use my hands carefully in fear of hurting them more just slightly, I removed my shorts and boxers. My uncontrollably throbbing dick popped out of my boxers like a rocket ship, bouncing back and forth like a metal spring. I took a deep breath in, brought myself to the edge of my bed and began to hump the pillow, closing my eyes the entire time and using my imagination to the best of my ability. It wasn’t working. It didn’t feel good at all. I just wanted to rip of the stupid brace and jerk myself off. I became frustrated as I struggled to please my aching dick. It was hopeless but, I continued to try and find a decent position. All of a sudden I heard a noise. I opened my eyes.

“Oh-um-oh my god-i’m-so-sor-I’m so sorry David I didn’t mean t-” I was greeted with my wide-eyed and shocked Step-Mom standing in my doorway while my dick was out, humping a pillow.

“Oh-sh-shit. Sorry. I was jus-” I tried to get out the right words but, they just wouldn’t comprehend into a complete sentence. I was speechless.

I used the pillow to cover my bare and exposed hard penis, while my Step-Mom remained in the doorway, speechless as I was.

“Is this because of your injury?” She finally said, breaking the most awkward silence I had ever been a part of.

“Uh-ummm yeah. I can’t really use my hand so… uh-I uhh..” I was still having trouble talking.

“Awww David. Trust me it is nothing to be ashamed about. Everyone does it and has their needs. I can’t imagine how frustrated you must be…” She said.

“Yeah… I uhh… I was just trying to umm…” I was surprised at how understanding she was being.

“Look, I know having a new mom when you’ve already grown up all your life with another is a weird experience. Since I’m that extra mother to you though, I wan’t our relationship to be different. We were all 18 year olds once and the younger the adult, the more they can sympathize with you.” She explained to me.

In response I forced whatever I could of a smile and let out a nervous laugh.

“Oh I’m sorry David, I can leave. You must be thinking ‘why is she still here’ to yourself. Look, all I’m trying to say here is I understand your age better than your real mother or father and I know how important masturbation can be in adolescent teens.” She continued, in what seemed like the start of a proposal of something.

“I just hate to see you struggle and be tortured by that frustration. When I leave this room this is all I’m going to be thinking about and beating myself up over for not making your rough situation which was caused by a stupid little sports accident better for you. If I have that power then I want to use it.” She said to me, seemingly very sympathetic unlike others about my temporary disabilities.

“Your one of the only few people who actually understand how hard it is.” I managed to get out.

“I know. Oh, I know and that’s exactly escort gaziantep yabancı bayan why I would regret not doing something about it later on. Look, although at first you may be taken aback by this, trust me. If you’d like… I could possibly help you?” She suggested, a look of sheer sympathy clearly present in her face.

I was frozen. If she meant what I thought she meant…

“Ummm, I mean… I guess.” I said without thinking before answering.

“Well alright. Just know, this isn’t weird even if it seems like it. I married your father. You are not my own blood. I’m merely trying to help out someone I care about since I’m your only hope.” She said in an attempt to justify her opinions.

“I appreciate that. I really do. It’s just… well.. what would you exactly do to help me out?” I asked with a slight quiver in my voice, my heart now beating rapidly and my face probably turning tomato red.

“I don’t want you to worry. Look, I’m going to help you out to releive the unnecessary pain you’re experiencing from this accident, ok? Just don’t worry about anything. Just relax and trust me.” She said as she now began to come into the room.

“Well… ok. Should I just… uh..” I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do.

“Just relax. Find a comfortable position on your bed that works the best for you and let all your worries drift away. I’ll do the rest. Just trust me.” She said as she continued to walk towards me.

She was in her satin baby blue nightgown, which she wore every night to bed. I guess to my usual misfortune (or luck?) she decided to check up on me before hitting the sheets. As she fully got into the room and began to walk towards me, I noticed she was not wearing anything other than that paper thin gown. Her nipple were defined through the material and her classic MILF busty tits were complimented by the color well. In the middle of my hesitation, I decided to just go with the flow so, I lay back on my bed and closed my eyes, still holding the pillow over my erection.

“Like I said, the relationship we’re going to have is much different than your real mother’s. More open. But, one of the most important if not the most important aspects of this relationship is trust. Relax, lose control of your body, and just go with the flow.” She said as she found her own spot on the other side of my bed and moved in close to me.

I was now very aroused, possibly the most I had ever been in my life as my recent fantasies about my Step-Mom were becoming realities. I finally took her advice about trust and removed my hands from the pillow, allowing my body to fall into a deep state of relaxation. The anticipation was killing me, especially with the addition of my blue balls. I was nervous but excited at the same time for whatever was about to happen.

“Just… relax…” And with that my Step-Mom removed the pillow that was once covering my penis.

I felt it spring with the removal of the pillow and opened my eyes slightly to catch a glimpse of her reaction. Through my squinted vision I could faintly see her bite her lip and stare with a jaw-dropped face at my about 8 inch erection. I then felt a sudden rush throughout my entire body as her hand made contact with my aching dick. I couldn’t stand to do this with my eyes closed. I opened them up and saw my Step-Mom admiring every detail of my dick, from top to bottom, only using the tips of her fingers to move it. She then made use of her free hand and placed them around my balls, gently fondling and massaging them between her long red finger nails. She then took full grasp of my shaft and began to stroke it, rhythmically moving her hand up and down as it throbbed like crazy and remained rock solid. She began to start pleasuring me, twisting her hand and using different methods no girl had escort gaziantep yaşlı bayan ever done to me before. I let my head fall back in pleasure as I stared at the ceiling. Shortly after I felt a moistness. She had spit on my dick and was not using it as lube. She began to get more into the hand job, letting out very subtle and faint moans as she admired her own handiwork. I was floating on a cloud. I watched my hot Step-Mom stroke my hard-on with her freshly manicured red fingernails while only wearing a thin, loose gown that embraced all her classic MILF curves. I then did something bold and ballsy. My ass muscles flexed, my balls began to tense up, and just before I had no choice but to release my long trapped load she stopped stroking, almost ruining the orgasm.

“Would it be okay if I take off this nightgown? Might speed up the process a bit for you and it feels more natural. It’s up to you though.” She asked, her hands already placed on the sides of the gown, ready to pull it off as if she knew there was 0% chance I was going to refuse.

“Ye-Yeah that’s fine.” I said as I kept my gaze on her, awaiting the reveal.

She smiled at my reply and proceeded to remove her gown, not only confirming that she was indeed not wearing anything under it but, also being the most gorgeous tits I had ever seen in my life. She resumed her expert level hand job, now staring directly into my eyes, which was uncomfortable at first but, proved to be super hot the more the time passed. She would alternate from looking into my eyes to focusing on her hand job but, all I could focus on was her astonishing tits. If there were any boundaries, I didn’t care if I was crossing them. I reached out and groped her left tit, causing her to move her chest closer to me so I didn’t have to reach. As she leaned in closer, she placed her face only an inch away from mine, her hand still jerking away like a pro. She enjoyed seeing my reactions as she switched up her routine and caused me immense pleasure. As time went on her face slowly drooped, until there was no choice for either of us but to kiss.

We kissed passionately, her still doing her thing while I groped her amazing tits, being careful not to grab in the wrong way or too hard so that my wrist gets worse. After a while of that she let off, shifting her attention back to the main attraction. I was already on the verge of ejaculating, it would only take one more small thing. She seemed to have read my mind, as she started something entirely new, bringing her glossed lips down towards my cock. All she did was gently place her lips on the tip of my cock, making an extremely faint kissing noise and connecting strings of my pre-cum to her lips as she pulled away. She continued to use her lips and then tongue, kissing and licking all over my shaft until I could handle it no more. As her head rested on my thigh as she did her licking and kissing, the familiar feeling came once again and her continuous stimulation brought me to the point of no return. As she kissed the side of my shaft sideways, my load that had been eagerly waiting to burst for more than a week was finally released, spurting streams and streams of hot gooey cum all over my Step-Mom’s hair and face as I let out hard grunts and moans. She pulled her head up and smiled at me, my baby batter dripping all over her face. I lay my head back, panting, as I recovered from that out of body experience.

“This is what I’m talking about.” She said as she wiped off my cum with her fingers. “Having a relationship like this would just be something refreshing for a change. But, like I said, trust is key. You can’t tell anyone a peep about this and I’ll do the same. Trust goes both ways, always remember that.” She said as she put back on her nightgown and tied the waist belt.

“I won’t tell anyone. This is just between us.” I said in response.

“Good, that means we can do it more often. Not only that but, we can do even more than what we just did.” She said with a wink right before leaving my room and shutting the door, strings of my white goo still hanging in her hair.

I stared at the ceiling, my still hard and lip gloss covered cock pointing straight into the air, taking in what had just gone down. I felt like I was in a dream. The best part was that it wasn’t.

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Mila sat in the passenger seat of her Ford Escape with tears in her eyes. Her dad had just driven her 6 hours from the college she had been attending back to La Jolla, California, aka, home. She was back home with no college degree, no boyfriend…just an emotional wreck.

Her dad, Taylor, reached over and put a comforting hand on her upper thigh, right under where her short shorts stopped. “It’s going to be okay, mi Mila.” He rubbed his hand soothingly up and down her upper inner thigh. “Daddy is looking forward to having you home.” He grinned over at her and she couldn’t help but preen a little in her seat.

Mila’s outfit was something that her boyfriend, Jack – now EX-boyfriend, wouldn’t have approved of. The shorts were tiny and with no panties on, you could occasionally see flashes of Mila’s pink pussy, depending on how she moved. Her top was pretty tiny as well… it was really an old t-shirt that she had cut up, turning it into a crop top; making it end a couple of inches under her large DD breasts. She had cut out the neckline of the t-shirt, making it a deep V-neck, showing off her lovely breasts. The arm holes were cut large, giving peeks of side boob and nipple. She had no bra on, as was her custom – she hated them. escort gaziantep ucuz bayan The outfit was a little over the top but Mila didn’t care. After two years of being suppressed by Jack, she felt free in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time.

“That’s the only good thing about this shitty situation, Daddy… I get to spend more time with you.” Mila leaned over and kissed her dad on his cheek. This caused one of her breasts to fall out the side armhole and caused her dad’s hand to travel higher up her thigh, bumping into her covered pussy. Mila settled back into her seat, but didn’t bother covering up. She had secret hopes for her time at home. Hopes that involved she and her dad furthering their relationship.

Mila purposefully spread her legs and her dad’s hand slid into the leg hole of her shorts and on her pussy. His hand stilled and then moved, his fingers touching her pussy lips, between her lips. When they grazed her clit, Mila couldn’t hold back the whimper as electricity shot through her body.

At her sound, her dad’s hand stilled. “Don’t stop, Daddy,” Mila whispered. Her hands pulled her shirt over her head, leaving her gloriously topless escort gaziantep ukraynalı bayan with her big boobs bouncing about. She grabbed her nipples and played with them, looking at her dad’s hand between her legs. “Make me feel better, Daddy, please?”

Taylor, unable to deny his little girl anything, started moving his fingers again. It was a little tight maneuvering so Mila lifted her hips and pulled her shorts off. She tossed the shorts on the floor and slumped down in her heat with her legs spread wide.

Taylor returned his hand to his daughter’s pussy and resumed his light touches. He familiarized himself with her outer lips, inner lips and finally her clit. She bucked her hips up when he touched her clit, a breathy sound escaping her lips.

Finally Taylor moved his fingers down and found his daughter’s hole. He slowly inserted a finger in her pussy, groaning at the sensation and the wonderful squishy sound it made. He swirled the finger in her before pulling it out and jamming it back in. He added another finger to her pussy, marveling at the tightness of her young pussy. “Mi Mila, you feel so good.” He thrust his fingers in and out escort gaziantep üniversiteli bayan until she was writhing in the passenger seat, her breasts heaving as she breathed heavily.

“I’m gonna come, daddy,” Mila groaned. Her fingers pulled hard on her nipples as she moved her hips in time with her dad’s fingers.

Taylor worked another finger in his little girl’s pussy, making it three fingers he was thrusting in and out. Her silky walls and sweet wetness had him hard as a rock. But this wasn’t about him, this was about his Mila and he was willing to do whatever it took to make her feel good.

“Harder, daddy. A little harder,” Mila gasped, her back arching in response to his fingers. She shifted a little more sideways so he would have a better angle to go deeper.

And deeper he did. Mila’s pussy sucked up his fingers, pulling them deep into his little girl. She screamed her pleasure and her pussy constricted as she let go, her juices spilling out over his hand. Taylor continued pumping his fingers in and out of her as she shuddered around him.

Mila collapsed back into her seat, her legs spread wide, her breasts jiggling as she tried to slow down her breathing. Taylor gently removed his fingers from her pussy and nearly came when he saw her glistening pink pussy wide open from his fingers. He couldn’t resist rubbing her pussy some more – he had a feeling that he would be addicted to his daughter’s gorgeous silky walls.

“Thank you, daddy.” Mila smiled at him, her smile blissful and dazed. She couldn’t believe what had transpired and if this was the only thing she had to look forward to, it was a hell of a thing.

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Author’s Note: All characters are purely fictional, this is an incest story if that offends you stop reading now. This is my second submission suggestions are very much appreciated!

It had been years since I had seen my brother, so long that I was doubtful I would recognize him if I saw him. We parted ways when I moved away from our home. Freshly out of college, I remember feeling desperate to escape the small town of Ossipee, New Hampshire, a place no one seems to know exists. The last time I saw him was when I was hugging him goodbye.

Now here we are four years later, my brother was in the middle of college and I am living in a different state and was not expecting to find a voicemail from my little brother.

“Hey sis, I know we haven’t hung out in a few years, but since you live out in Florida now I was hoping to have spring break down there. I would stay for about a week. Call me back when you get a chance and let me know, I want to book tickets soon to get a deal.”

I think about it on the way home from work, reminiscing about the good old days when we would vacation in Florida as a family. Part of the appeal of moving down here was all those memories I had.

As soon as I got home, I gave my brother a call and was slightly disappointed to receive his voicemail. Sighing dramatically in the voicemail, I let my brother know that “I guess it would be fine” drawing out the word “guess” to add emphasis in a teasing nature.

I never heard back from my brother and soon the weeks flew by and I had pretty much forgotten his request. So when I see this startlingly attractive man standing at my front door as I make my way up the path, my brother visiting was the last thing on my mind. Thinking this man was lost I approached cautiously, never knowing who’s gonna be a nice guy or not.

As I approached I gave the man a once over, and boy was he smoking hot.

He was wearing tight athletic shorts and a casual t-shirt but I could see the muscles rippling underneath his clothes. The man was so focused on his phone he didn’t notice me approach as he went to press the phone to his ear.

I was about ten feet away when my phone starts ringing, alerting the man by the door of my presence.

Answering the phone I’m startled to hear my voice distantly coming from the phone of the man by my door.

Suddenly nervous about the identity of this mysterious man I stopped walking and studied the man.

The man holding the phone squints at me before smiling and running over to me, scooping me up in his arms and swinging me around before setting me down, “Hey sissy! I thought I would surprise you and just come down!” My mind seemed to short circuit and all I could focus on was the hard muscles under his shirt.

Clarity came back and quickly worry faded from my body, leaving behind excitement to see my brother after all this time, “Hey little brother, or should I say, big brother, jeez you’ve grown like two feet.”

His booming laugh seemed to send heat across my skin. “Yeah well, what can I say I guess puberty finally caught up to me,” he replied.

I just could not believe this tall 6’4 man, thick with muscles, a trimmed beard and bronze skin was my awkward little nerdy brother. Clearly, I could still identify the similarities between him and myself, we both had the same chocolate-brown hair and ocean blue eyes and thin lanky bodies we inherited from our parents.

“So are we gonna go inside or are you gonna keep gawking at me,” Kristian asked.

I ripped my eyes from searching his body for the nerd it once was. I could feel the blood rising to my cheeks as he caught me looking at him.

Laughing awkwardly, I walked past him; my arm brushing his as I reached to unlock my apartment door. I jolted when I felt the electricity run across my skin where his arm had touched me. It had been too long since I had had a man whose touch had sent electricity.

“Wow sissy this is great!” Kristian said as he brushed past me into the house, heading straight to the living room windows, which delivered a modest view of the ocean in the distance.

“Yea better than all those trees we had outside our windows back home,” I paused, “so how are mom and dad doing?”

It had been a while since I had called home and now seeing my brother, homesickness set in.

“Ahh they’re okay, they seem to have adopted a new lifestyle and are taking on life with a creative purpose.”

I scrutinized Kristian’s face for clarification, “What do you mean, “new lifestyle.” Kristian paused, “well let’s just say they have taken an unusual direction in life, but I don’t really want to talk about it now.”

Curiosity raced through my body, but I resisted the urge to keep pestering him for information.

After giving him a tour of the house we settled down to chat, “So how do you like living down here?” he asked.

“It constantly reminds me of being here with you guys, there is this place by the ocean I just know mom and dad would love to see.” I smiled, “I’ll have to bring you there escort gaziantep suriyeli bayan before you leave.”

“Okay that sounds fun,” He paused and looked down at his phone.”Oh wow, my friend is like 3 blocks down the road from here.”

He turned his phone around to display the maps on his phone.

“Oh cool you should go visit him, I know you have a hectic week here maybe you should go visit him tonight.” Even though I was enjoying his company, I didn’t want to impede on his spring break.

“Are you sure? I feel like I just got here,” he questioned.

“Yea, of course, you’re going to be here all week. We will have plenty of time to catch up later.” I insisted.

“Ok yeah, I’ll head over and see if he wants to get dinner with me.” Kristian got up and grabbed his shoes and headed out the door.

Knowing I would have a few hours to myself I realized I had to take a shower and get changed for the night. Living in Florida required constant showers to wash away the grime of the heat.

As I was getting in the shower, I swore I heard the front door open and close, but as I paused listening for footsteps I didn’t hear anything and realize it was probably the neighbors.

Turning on the water speaker, I put on my quiet jazz music, knowing it would help me unwind for the day. Unclipping my shower head I sat down on the convenient built in seat, the perfect place to sit and masturbate. I turned the stream to a single steady stream and leaned back. I could feel the warm tile against my back as my eyes automatically closed as my brain instantly envisioned a sensual scene of a girl in the shower with a man observing her from the door. I slowly started twisting my nipples, pulling on the tips feeling the pulse of pleasure go down to my core.

I lazily moved the stream of water across my skin, thoroughly enjoying the heat it provided. My hand moved on from my nipples and crept south spreading my pussy lips with my fingers.

I turned the heat of the water towards my clit, circling around it, adjusting the flow of water to be a bit softer. I grabbed the dildo I keep on the rack and rubbed it around my opening, teasing myself. Even with the water stream, I could feel myself growing wetter.

Pressing the dildo against my pussy lips I could feel the pressure of it’s thick head waiting to go inside, slowly I pressed the tip inside. As I was moving the stream of water to my clit I heard ragged breathing coming from outside the door. Opening my eyes, I looked to the doorway and saw my brother standing in the shadows of the cracked door.

His mouth was slightly open, and his hand was gripping the door frame, his knuckles white. I couldn’t help but glance down and noticed a bulge in his shorts. Somehow instead of feeling repulsed by being caught by my brother, I felt a renewed heat settle into my core.

I locked eyes with my brother as I gently pushed the dildo further feeling it spread my pussy, and moved the jet of water fully on my clitoris. The haze of desire taking away any reservations I had.

I could feel the tightening in my stomach creep over me, I watched as my brother slowly came closer into the bathroom, his hand disappearing underneath his white athletic shorts. His face flushed with color, I could almost make out a bead of sweat forming on his forehead.

Neither of us spoke; all that was heard was the low jazz music, water, and our heavy breathing. The heat spread down my stomach, my core tightening and contracting. I felt a wave of light-headedness hit me, my eyes closed heavily and I sagged against the warm tiles of the shower moaning loudly. My heart racing and limbs tingling with the orgasm as it rocked through my body. My pussy clenched around the dildo and I couldn’t help but wish it was my brother’s cock instead, causing me to moan in pleasure.

I opened my eyes when I heard a grunt and looked over to see my brother grasping the countertop, his eyes squeezed shut and his hand not moving. A slight darkening of the fabric of his shorts alerted me to my brother’s orgasm as it ripped through his body.

Suddenly, what felt like a cold bucket of water, dumped over me. I could not believe I just willingly masturbated in front of my little brother. Not only did I do it willingly, I wanted it.

My gasp must have surprised my brother as he jumped and seemed to realize what had just happened himself. His whole face flushed red and he quickly exited the bathroom.

I quickly rinsed off dropping the dildo to the floor of the shower and exited the shower, wrapping myself in a huge bath towel as I had not grabbed clothes before getting in thinking I would be home alone when I exited.

I peeked out the door and not seeing my brother, I raced into my bedroom. I could feel my heart pounding, what had just happened.

My mind was racing and all I could feel was the heat rushing through my body. Fantasies played in my mind, imagining my brothers cock back inside my empty pussy.

Pausing escort gaziantep türbanlı bayan my thoughts, I rushed getting dressed, still damp from the shower my clothes stuck to my skin. My long wet hair drenched my white tank top making my perky breast show through the fabric. Just as I was bent over drying my hair there was a knock on my bedroom door.

Startled, I opened the door to see my little brother standing there, in the same soiled shorts. I felt a wave of heat flow down my body as I realized he could see through my wet shirt. I felt my nipples harden and press against the fabric.

“Hi Kristian, I uhh thought you were going out for a few hours…” I paused unsure of how to discuss what had just occurred in the bathroom. I could feel a blush creep up my neck and into my cheeks..

“Well I was going to, but I realized I’d rather spend my first night hanging out with you and came home.” he paused before continuing, “I… uhh heard the music and I thought it was coming from your bedroom and realized it was the bathroom… and the door was half-open…” Kristian trailed off seemingly lost on what to say. I knew what had happened, he saw his naked big sister masturbating.

“Hey it’s okay,” I reached out resting my hand on his arm and felt his body sag in relief. I wasn’t mad, hell I did nothing to stop it.

“Can we just forget it happened, I promise it won’t happen again,” he said as his eyes examined my face.

“Ya, of course, let’s just go get some dinner.” Try as I might, I couldn’t help remembering his eyes on me as I thrust the dildo in and out and the how hot my body felt as his eyes burned into mine.

“Oh ok let me just go change,” he said.

I ogled him as he walked into the bathroom, resisting the urge to peek as he had done with me.

When he came out, we both tried to stay casual as we both got our shoes and keys and headed out for dinner.

The rest of the night seemingly went by as if the bathroom incident had never happened, much to my disappointment. We ended the night and both went to bed.

I dreamt vividly, dreaming of my brother’s cock glistening above my pussy, my legs spread wide, my pussy lips dripping wet and ready for him. It was so incredibly vivid that I was for sure it was real, only when I woke up hot and sweaty with my pussy throbbing did I realize it was a dream.

My pussy ached for release, leaning over to the side of the bed, my hand rifled through my bedside drawer searching, feeling for the cool velvet tool I knew I had in there, sighing in relief when I felt it under my fingertips.

I briefly glanced at my bedroom door making sure it was shut and then listened hard for any noises. Hearing nothing, my hand slipped under the covers with my vibrator, thankful I had purchased a quiet one.

Pressing the cool toy against my pussy lips made me shiver, I turned on the vibrator starting with the lowest intensity. Soon the feeling of the vibrations started to make my hot pussy ache more than before.

While my vibrator was quiet, I was not, soon I had to grab a pillow as my moans and grunts became loud.

I savagely moved the toy across my clit pushing myself closer and closer to release. I could feel my nipples tingle and become hard. My skin was prickling with electricity. I could feel my back arching off the bed, my release was close, just a few more seconds…

My door burst open, startling me so bad that I twisted on the bed and fell off, tangled in my sheets. Before I knew it, a big man was towering above me. I went to scream only to realize it was Kristian standing there, in only his boxer briefs looking frantic.

“Oh wow, are you alright.” It seemed to take Kristian to comprehend the situation I was in as he went to pick me up off the floor. “Oh, you’re naked.” I stared at him my mouth gaping.

“What are you doing barging in here?” I yelled.

“I heard grunting and a lot of noise and thought someone had broken in.”

“It was just me ok,” I stated, beginning to get up off the ground.

“What were you doing?” he trailed off. I didn’t have to answer because his gaze went to the vibrator that was still quietly buzzing on the bed, now uncovered since the sheets were on the ground with me.

“Oh,” he whispered.

I got back on the bed, swiftly turning off the vibrator and sat there staring at him. “So are you going to leave or just stand there staring at me.” part of me didn’t want him to leave, little did he know he was the man in my recent dream.

Kristian continued to just stand there staring at me and I stared back, looking down I noticed a bulge forming under his briefs. “I…” he started but stopped not seeming to know how to continue.

I felt my heart quicken, “what? what is it?” I whispered, he seemed incapable to answer as I slowly leaned up on my knees and moved towards him at the edge of the bed. The haze of desire still fresh in my mind.

I rested my palms against his bare escort gaziantep ücreti elden alan bayan chest; he was so warm under my fingertips. I looked up at his face as his arms came around me. “This is wrong,” I whispered.

Without missing a beat, he whispered back “I know” and then he kissed me.

My whole body came alive in that kiss, the feeling of exhilaration at doing something forbidden crept up on me, quickening my breath. I felt naughty.

Slowly he pushed back against me, and I fell back on my butt, he crawled over me and kept kissing me, only stopping to kiss down my neck, sucking on the flesh of my collar-bone.

His hands pulled the sheet off my body and out from between us. He leaned back on his knees to look at me.

“See something you like?” I teased.

“I see one of my fantasies lying before me.” his tone was urgent and his eyes full of longing. Suddenly I realized I might not have been the only one with vivid dreams that night.

I reached up and jerked him back on to me. My nails racking against his arms and I felt his hands slide up my rib cage before stopping on my breast, pulling on my nipples.

I moaned into his mouth; he put his weight on me then, pressing his cock down on my pussy, only his boxers blocking his path. We both gasped at the feeling of his hardness and my wetness.

“Please…” I panted. We had just begun, but I was already soaking wet and ready for him. “Shhh…” he whispered kissing my lips.

“I have wanted this for too long to go fast.” he sighed into my neck.

Kristian continued his path down my neck and my breast, capturing one breast with his hand and putting my nipple in his mouth. The feeling of his teeth as the gently grazed my nipple sent shock waves directly to my aching core. I could feel my pussy clenching, begging to be filled.

His other hot hand slid down my stomach and danced around the edges of my pubic bone. Tugging on the landing strip of hair, I had left there.

I pressed my hips up into his hand, silently begging for more. Between his mouth and his teasing hand, I thought I was going to pass out from how good it feels. My breathing was loud, my moans louder.

Finally, his finger slipped between my folds and into the slick wet heat of my core. My moan was almost alarming it was so loud, pure pleasure radiated through my body. Sex had never felt like this before.

“Please Kristian please,” I begged. “I need you inside me.”

Kristian looked up from my breast and smiled against my nipple. He then inserted two fingers deep into my pussy and pressed his thumb against my clit, giving it a hard flick.

Electricity and heat poured through my body, my body arching upward and into him. He kept pushing his fingers in and out as my orgasm overcame me, making the orgasm hit harder.

After the shock waves had subsided, he slowed his fingers before pulling them out.

He then immediately leans back and puts the fingers he used into his mouth. He licks my juices off his fingers and then slides down and lays between my legs kissing my thigh.

“Wait, what are you doing now?” my head was still spinning from the waves; I felt like any more pleasure will surely make me pass out.

“Just relax,” he smiles at me and then very slowly licks from the bottom of my pussy to my clitoris making my hips buck up.

His muscular forearm moves up and lays across my belly thrusting me down. I melt against his tongue, he continues to lap up and down my folds.

I moan when I feel his fingers press against my throbbing pussy, swollen from the orgasm. He plunges one finger in and starts to suckle on my clit. Soon the heat returns to my core and I can feel my muscles tighten.

“I’m going to cum again.” I panted, straining to buck my hips forward but only to be pressed down again. Suddenly his tongue is gone and the impending orgasm subsides. Startled I look down and saw him grin at me before licking my clit again.

Gradually the orgasm builds back up and this time I feel a pressure against my asshole. A slight tickling sensation around the rim. I opened my eyes and looked down at him and see he’s looking right at me. My lips part and I sigh when I feel his pinky finger press into my asshole. A new sensation foreign to me tips me over the edge, and my muscles tense and heat rips through my core.

My vision blurred as I feel him slip out of my asshole, my body rocking with sensations. I feel his body leave my side as he gets off the bed. My eyes open to observe him bending over as he slips off his boxer briefs.

For the first time, I see my little brother’s cock spring free.

As he stands upright I see how thick his cock is, and a decent length at least seven or eight inches. His cock gleaming with precum all over his bulbous head.

I staggered to my knees and approached him at the edge of the bed, very eagerly I reached out and grabbed his thick shaft with my hands. Feeling the velvety hardness as it twitches in my hand. Kristian moaned and my hand slid up and down the first time. I tugged him back to bed with a firm grasp on his cock.

Once I had him laying down, I crawled between his legs and took his cock into my eager mouth. I had to taste him.

His cock tasted slightly salty as I lapped at the precum. One hand fondled his balls and the other continued to move up and down his shaft as my mouth followed. His cock is so thick my mouth barely fits around him.

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Author’s preamble.

Spanking Helen © is a fictional story containing graphic descriptions of the coming together of two friend and concludes with an incestuous relationship between a mother and her son. Sexually active characters are at least eighteen years of age.

Tags: BDSM, incest, lesbian sex, anal. All sexual activity herein is consensual.

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Spanking Helen

Chapter 1

“Mark, can you help me please?” were the words I heard as soon as I answered my phone. It was Helen, an old friend of mine.

“What’s wrong with it this time?” This was an old joke between us; as often as not when she called, it was something to do with her computer. She might want help with a program she couldn’t master, or the computer ‘wasn’t working right’, whatever.

Helen and I met at the tennis club. She and Adele happened to be in the changing room together and Adele suggested we might all like a mixed doubles match. When they emerged from the changing rooms, Adele introduced me to Helen who, in turn, introduced us to Don, her husband. We played a set as husband and wife partners then we swapped partners for the second set. We all got on like a house on fire right from the word go. They were very happily married. Adele and I were married too, although our marriage was creaking a bit, even though neither of us was tempted to stray. That was almost 10 years ago and all four of us became friends in a strictly platonic way, visiting each other, taking in a movie, restaurant meals together, twice we even went on holiday together. Now we live just a couple of houses apart.

By pure coincidence, our daughter was born two days before their son: our kids got on famously from the moment they met, too. They went everywhere together. Jane was always a bit of a tomboy so happily matched John’s adventurous spirit. We were all pleased that their friendship seemed to be heading towards marriage; they were so well matched in looks and intelligence. The two made no secret of the fact that they were sleeping together; indeed they were sharing a small apartment while in college.

Two years ago one of those virulent cancers took Don three months after the initial diagnosis and his death brought the two families even closer. Adele left me the day after June and John left for Uni. This was no surprise; she and I had been discussing it for several months. It was an amicable parting, we were both happy about the division of our joint possessions and for the past year we have still been friends – sometimes with benefits.

“How did you know?” came Helen’s voice, giggling through the earpiece. “Mark, everything’s frozen. My mouse and keyboard don’t work.”

“Switch the computer off and on again, that sometimes helps. Count to twenty slowly before you switch it on again.”

“I’ve been working on something all day and haven’t saved it. Yeah, yeah, I know, save your work frequently … but I didn’t. I don’t want to lose it all. Please come and sort it out.”

“I’m a bit tied up at the moment, Hel.”

There was a few seconds of silence then I heard her half whisper, “I wish I was tied up.” Now what the hell did she mean by that remark, I pondered. I looked over the various projects I was working on; it was coming up to 8:30 pm so I decided I could easily pick up where I left off tomorrow. “OK, Hel. Give me ten minutes. See you soon.”

I closed everything down, grabbed my coat and walked past the three houses between mine and Helen’s. We each had a key to the other’s house so I let myself in and went straight through to Don’s old study. Helen stood up from her seat in front of the computer and gestured for me to take her place. I greeted her with the standard peck on the cheek and sat down. Sure enough, the mouse and keyboard were both dead.

Something on the screen caught my eye, in bold capitals were the words ‘WHIPPING THE WIFE Ch. 06’. My eyes automatically read the paragraph of the chapter on the screen:

My beloved gently loosened the cuffs which had been holding my arms stretched out, and the ankle cuffs which had kept my legs apart. I moved my stiff limbs around to get the circulation going then he took hold of me and pulled me into a sweet kiss. His hands moved to my bottom, still stinging from the whipping he had just given me but his touch was soothing and gentle. He led me to the bed; he lay in the middle so I clambered up, kneeling either side of his hips and gratefully guided his rigid tool into my depths.

I looked up at Helen. She was suffused with embarrassment. “We’ll talk about it later, if you want,” I said. “How did this freeze happen?”

“I don’t know. I was sitting there typing when seks hikayeleri Barney (her small dog) came in throwing his toy around and jumping about excitedly. Well I had been neglecting him all day so I played some tug-rope and fetch ball with him for about half an hour then found nothing working on the computer. Can you save my work, Mark?”

I went behind the tower and traced the usb leads for the mouse and keyboard. Both went to an external usb hub. I looked for the usb lead to the computer ports: it was missing but I spied it on the floor and picked it up, showing it to Helen. “What is Rule number 1 when you have a hardware problem? Come on Hel, I’ve said it enough times.”

“Is it plugged in?”

“Right!” I held the offending lead out to her. “Plug it in. Do you know where it goes?”

She looked at the lead, looked at all the possible ports on the computer, looked back at me and slowly shook her head. I took the lead from her hand, plugged it into a usb port and we were rewarded with the two-tone sound which said that Windows recognised something had been plugged in.

“Maybe when Barney was jumping around he knocked the plug out. Save your work, Hel.”

She sat down at the computer, smiled when she saw the mouse moving again and quickly saved her work then threw her arms into the air and yelled, ‘”Yeah. Thank god for that. You saved me Mark. Thank you.” She levered herself out of the chair, pulled my head to hers and gave me a big hug.

Looking at the screen, I saw that she had saved the file but hadn’t closed it. I flicked my index finger toward the screen and asked, “Do you want to talk about this or do you want to tell me to mind my own effing business?”

Standing and picking out a folder from her desk drawer, she replied, “Let’s have a drink. I need a brandy and a ciggy.”

“Make mine a big one,” I said, following her to the lounge. I sat on the sofa and lit two cigarettes while she poured our drinks. Both the glasses were very liberally filled. She sat on the other end of the sofa, took a gulp of the brandy, drew heavily on her cigarette and was silent for a long minute, slowly letting the smoke out as she exhaled. She took a deep breath then started to speak.

“Mark, quite correctly, none of us has ever talked about our private lives, what happened in our bedrooms and so on and I have no wish to pry into your secrets. Don and I had an unusual relationship, one that catered for a certain need I have. I can be a very submissive person, sexually, and often my need is to be dominated and hurt. Then sometimes my mood swings and I turn the other way briefly, wanting to dominate. But normally I’m submissive in the bedroom.”

She paused again, took another deep drag and continued, “Since I lost Don, I have had no outlet for that side of my life so I have sublimated my needs by writing erotic stories around that theme. I have published several stories on an erotic story website.” She had a proud smile on her face as she said, “I’ve had some really good votes and comments on my work and I spend most of my spare time writing my stories. I’m working on my next one, which is what you saw on the screen. Would you like to read one of my stories to see what I mean? I should warn you that they are very explicit.”

“I’ve read quite a few, shall we say ‘erotic’, stories on such sites, Hel. I won’t be shocked and I think you want me to see where you are coming from, yes?”

She opened her folder, riffled through the contents and passed me several pages stapled together. “This is about the shortest of them and one of my earlier efforts but it will give you some insight into my stories. And me.”

I read the story; it was a well-written tale about a married couple who discovered that spanking spiced up their sex life. The woman, as described in the story, could very easily be Helen herself: her long, dark hair, her somewhat voluptuous figure, her small height; everything tallied. Her husband could well have been modelled on Don. She obeyed all her husband’s commands and willingly allowed him to tie her to the bed and spank her bottom then make love to her while she was still bound helpless. Helen’s warning was appropriate, as the sex was very graphic; so much that there were definite signs of interest between my legs.

I finished reading and passed the pages back to her. She seemed nervous; her eyes were shining and her chest was heaving but she drained the rest of her brandy then cast her eyes down submissively. It seemed she was offering herself to me but bedroom dominance was a whole new field to me so I took my cue from the story I had just read.

“Helen, take off your shirt.”

Her reaction was one of relief but she quickly said, “Yes Sir,” and pulled her shirt over her head and sat there while I looked at her globes covered by a red lace bra. Her nipples poked lumps into the lace, showing her arousal.

“And your bra.” She reached back and her breasts sagged a little as they lost their support although they escort gaziantep şişman bayan were still very lovely. “Now kneel here.” I pointed to the spot right in front of me and spread my legs so she could get closer. I reached forward and gripped those erect nipples firmly. “What do you really want, Hel?”

“Please Mark, will you be my Master? I want you to use me just as you wish; I want you to punish me when I am naughty. I want to be your slave to command, Sir.”

I made her look me in the eyes: in hers, I was almost looking into her soul and I realised just where she was coming from. I twisted her nipples sharply. “You really want this, don’t you Helen.”

“Yes, it is what I want. I need it, Mark,” she gasped. “Will you be my Master and punish me?”

“For what should I punish you?”

“Forgive me, Sir; I have been very naughty. I wanted to get you over here, to read my stories, to hear me out and to become my new Master. I pulled that lead out deliberately.”

“I think that deserves at least a spanking, slave. But why me, why now?”

“Mark, since we first met at the tennis club, I have loved you. Yes, as a friend but always a bit more than that. I rather think you felt the same way about me.” I nodded my confirmation so she continued, “Quite properly, we have never been more than very close friends. Now Don has gone and Adele has moved out, we are both alone. I want to be more than a friend, but I need to know if you will also be my Master.”

“To be honest, Helen, I certainly felt just that we were little bit more than friends. I have had some thoughts on exactly the same lines more and more, recently. Oh, not the master/slave thing – that is a completely new scene for me – but I was afraid you would be offended and I did not want to lose my dearest friend.”

I raised her head and kissed her on the lips for the very first time. She met my kiss with open-mouthed enthusiasm. Her tongue pressed against my lips and quickly invaded when I opened them. We were both panting when she pulled back and almost begged, “Please punish your naughty slave.”

“Perhaps you will have to coach your new Master as I have never done this before.”

“My Master might order me to wait in my bedroom for him to come.”

“Go to your bedroom and undress. I expect you to be standing naked for me to inspect my new slave. Kiss me before you go.” I tangled my fingers into her hair and harshly pulled her face to mine. She moaned as our lips met and our tongues probed deeply. I pinched her nipples again and told her to go and be ready for me.

I watched her breasts hang down as she bent to pick up her discarded bra and shirt and them bouncing as she disappeared out of the room. I looked at the brandy still in my hand. “What the hell,” I thought as I emptied the glass. I did love her very much and I saw her as very desirable, now I could unleash those thoughts. Even the thought of spanking her, although I was not sure how far down that road I might travel, was exciting me, as my growing erection showed. I reached inside my jeans and parked my equipment more comfortably then followed Helen up to the bedroom.

She was standing as I instructed, in her naked glory. Her feet were about a foot apart and the dark bush at her groin was neatly trimmed. Her pussy lips were pouting and I looked forward to tasting her down there. Her hands were held out in front and on them rested a paddle. “This will protect your hands Sir, and hurt me more.”

I accepted the paddle and placed it on the bed. Grasping her breasts, I squeezed and said, “I might want to spank these.”

“Spank my tits, Sir, if that is what you wish. Spank my tits and my bottom because I have been very naughty.”

I took a half step backwards so I could see her ripe figure, which was all curves. Her body was a truly lovely sight and mine to do with as I wished, she had told me. Down her thighs was a trickle of her secretions. A finger in her pussy confirmed that Helen was on heat and fully aroused. I decided to keep the thought of spanking those breasts for later and told her to bend over the bed.

“One more thing, Master: this you must learn. I am your slave and you shall have your way with me but if I ever say the word ‘RED’ you must stop what you are doing immediately. It means I will have reached the limits of my endurance. This is a matter of the trust that must always exist between us. If I am bound and gagged, I will signal by opening and clenching my fist like this:” She demonstrated her fingers outstretched then clenched into a fist several times very rapidly. “That is the same as calling RED. It works like this; when you spank me, or hurt me however you wish, I may be crying and begging you to stop. You are free to ignore that and continue whatever you are doing. RED is the only signal to stop and it must always remain a prime imperative.” With that, she bent over the bed and said, “Punish your naughty slave, Master.”

The twin mounds of escort gaziantep sınırsız bayan soft flesh quivered invitingly when I rested the paddle across them. Very well, I thought, she really wants this. I raised the paddle, brought it sharply across one cheek and saw the pink shape of the paddle imprinted on the pale flesh. The other cheek soon sported the same mark. I gave her five or six more each side and all her bottom was now pink.

I left off and scrunched her hair again, forcing her mouth to mine as I kissed her quite savagely. I stood back and ordered her to undress me. She pulled my shirt over my head and immediately bent down and nibbled at my nipple, something that always turns me on. The other nipple got the same treatment before she dropped to her knees, her fingers fumbling with the tight button before she could lower the zip and pull my jeans down. I stepped out of them after she removed my shoes and socks, then she pulled my jockeys down, kissing my tool as it bobbed in front of her face. When I was naked, she bent back over the bed.

“Please, Master, more and harder, much harder to punish me properly. Do it Mark.”

So I did it harder, raining down on her arse with heavy blows. Soon she was thrashing about and begging no more, no more but I remembered what she said: only stop if I call RED. The pink was now a dark red right across her bum cheeks and down the backs of her thighs; there were one or two darker bruises starting to form so I decided it was enough. I saw her pink nether lips between her legs and was tempted. She wanted me to use her so I did just that; I gripped her hips and thrust my tool straight into her. Her pussy muscles gripped my tool spasmodically; she had an orgasm as soon as I entered. She was still climaxing as my seed pumped into her a few seconds later. I had never seen a woman come so quickly, nor indeed had I ever come so quickly, except maybe my very first time. Had spanking her made such a big difference to me?

“Thank you so much, Mark,” she said as she stood up, faced me and kissed me lovingly. “That was perfect, especially for your first time.”

“I don’t think I have ever been so excited, Hel. Thank you for that experience. Right now I need another drink, do you want one, my love?”

“Mmmm, yes please, darling.”

I left the room, refilled our glasses and returned. Helen was in the bed, laying on her side and smoking a cigarette, with another lit for me. I climbed in beside her and we sipped our brandy and smoked our ciggies in post-coital silence.

“So what happens now?” I asked after stubbing out my cigarette. “To us, I mean. Do you want us to sleep together? Was this just a one-time thing to relieve your frustrations? I hope not because I have just discovered I love you, I am in love with you.”

“A one-time thing? Oh no Mark, I don’t want it to be that. I have fallen in love with my new Master. I want to have you with me; I want to do this and so many more exciting things together whenever we feel in the mood. I want to share your life, you to share mine. I want you here in my bed every night – or in your bed if you prefer.”

“It doesn’t really matter which bed we use. I just want to be with you.” I took her lovely face in my hands and kissed her long, and slow. Drawing back from the kiss I whispered, “Helen, will you marry me?”

“Oh my darling, there’s no need to whisper.” Then calling out at the top of her voice, “Yes, yes, yes and again YES. Yes I will marry you, that is exactly what I want.”

“We will have to make some decisions but we can talk about those in the sober light of tomorrow. Right now I want some more loving from my slave.”

“Yes, beloved Master.”

She pushed one of her breasts up to my mouth and when I grasped it and suckled on her nipple, she groaned. Soon her hands were running all over my head, combing their way through my hair, stroking my forehead, my nose, my cheeks and my ears. One hand then went down and she was rubbing my chest, feeling out the shape of my muscles and going to my nipples, which she squeezed and twisted.

“You like my breasts, don’t you, Mark? I know you like boobs, I’ve seen you looking and judging too many cleavages, including my own, for you not to be a tits man.” I just nodded my head but with my teeth biting in, that pulled the nipple up and down, sending shivers through her body.

“Do you still want to spank my tits darling?” Helen asked, pulling my head off her breast so she could look at me.

“Yes, slave. It is not only your bottom that will be spanked in future. These …” I slapped the nearest breast, hard, “… will receive their share of punishment, but not now; I couldn’t do them justice without us both getting up again and I’m too lazy to stand up. My slave will have to find another way to please her Master.”

She pushed me back until I was flat out then she started with her tongue around and in my ear before she sucked the lobe into her mouth and nibbled it gently. She gave me a searingly hot kiss then moved onto my other ear to give it the same treatment before returning for another kiss. She took my chin in her teeth and growled at the back of her throat. Her next move was to the side of my neck, which she licked, then kissed then sucked and finally she opened her mouth wide, growled and took a big play bite. The other side of my neck received the same attention before she came back to kiss me again.

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She bent over soaping her legs. She had forgotten that though they were forced to shower together and he was her son …. he was still a man … and in the current position he could see her entire womanhood open up like he had never seen before. Not even just seconds earlier.

He started to get hard. What was he to do? Here he was with a hard on for his mother. He just kept staring at her open labia and her anus, both seeming to beg him to be filled to the hilt. With his rock hand penis showing him the direction, it seemed he was pulled over, like an inescapable gravity. He hesitated. His dick was but a couple of inches from his mother’s labia, his hand feeling the warm that seemed to radiate from her butt. She was still preoccupied by her legs and had proceeded to work on her feet with her knees perfectly straight, almost showing off her flexibility. It served to open herself more to him and to his delight. It seemed she was calling to him in some hidden way.

Yet this was forbidden. Something that even if she wanted it, she would never let happen. But putting his penis in her vagina against his mother’s wishes and possibly shooting his load quick enough (after all she was liable to fight him off) so that any resistance would be slowed by first surprise and a few more seconds of confusion. He figured if he did it right (since he thought that he could probably blow his load right now), he could get off in maybe ten to fifteen seconds. Maybe three seconds of surprise, then three to four more of confusion. At which point she might try to get him to stop for a couple of seconds before trying to physically remove herself from him. He could probably hold on to her for a few seconds before she fought violently, he might even be able escort bayan şanlıurfa to talk her into inaction for a couple more seconds. All told he figure out this fairly quickly in his head that if he was quick to the draw then he can shoot his load on/in her.

He was suddenly distracted by her sudden shift backwards, which brought her labia to his dick, grazing him sending pleasant shivers down his spine. He couldn’t take it and he saw his opportunity slipping … did she feel that? Then grabbing her hips and rump suddenly and gently he pushed his penis into her vagina with a quick thrust.

* * * * *

A gasp caught her throat as she heard a moan. What was going on? She could feel someone inside her and he was quickly and roughly, yet with a touch of gentleness pleasing her. It felt good. But her husband was not here. Only her son. Her son. Her son! As she started to turn, she felt the hands release her rump and grab for her wrist. Oh, it felt so good. But she needed to stop, even if she didn’t want to. Before she could muster anything her hands were being forced against the wall. They were rocking slowly and more gently now. This felt soo good, why did it need to stop. Because she loved her husband that why. But her … its her …! She needed to stop this, use her legs, something.

* * * * *

She was definitely fighting him, but he realized, not very hard. It seemed to make his mom feel good what he was doing … if not whom it was from. He was lasting much longer though. And he wasn’t getting the immediate results he had initially hoped for. However, his mom’s pussy felt even better that he had hoped for. If he was to continue he needed better escort gaziantep sarışın bayan control, which ment pinning her body. Using his hips to make small circle so he wouldn’t have to stop screwing his mother, he pulled her hands away from the wall. He brought her upright from the bent over position and pushed her against his body with her arms pinned against her warm breasts.

* * * * *

What was he doing? He was man handling her, his own … she didn’t want to think about it. She felt small compared to his size. She seemed unable (unwilling?) to stop his actions. She felt him grab both her wrists with one hand. Her arms were being raised above her head with one arm while the other seemed to lift her towards the wall. Her nipples were hard the cold tile seemed to tell her. They felt hot as well. He was crushing her with his body now, in effect pinning her. Both his hands were once again holding her wrists. She could feel her breathing now as his weight strained those muscles, and she was breathing heavily. The coldness of the tiles on her front, contrasted with the very warm body holding her. This felt deliciously too good. His mouth was at her ear. He was defiantly enjoying her body. The gentle rocking was no longer gentle, but it felt even better. She hadn’t wanted this, but she wanted to finish now. She felt fingers reaching and stroking her clit. She felt another reaching across her chest to her right breast as she was pulled away from the wall. Her hands were still on the wall but she no longer cared to fight it off. Her knees buckled as the pleasant wall of sensations hit her, but she didn’t fall.

* * * * *

He was pulling out of escort şehitkamil her hole further and further, seeming to want more sensation all over it. He wasn’t getting enough, it just made him want it more. She was wiggling and shaking now from what appeared to be a whole lot of pleasure. Who would have thought that his mom would have felt this good, or responded this way? Not even she could have thought of being mutually sexually pleased by her son. And he loved every second of it. He was getting close he could feel it. His breathing was picking up, so was their rocking. She felt so good in his arms. She was small, yet tight, certainly very athletic, and like most former marathon runners, she a very little chest to speak of. But what she did have was very solid.

“Pregnancy.” she moaned, “Use … uuh … thighs…”

He ignored her.

“Please … anything … else … will … do…”

Even now he could see the possibilities of the proposal. She wasn’t fighting him; she wanted this, just not pregnancy. Pulling out, he brought his legs outside of her and clamped them shut. He would use her thighs but that wasn’t all.

* * * * *

He was starting on her legs. Her son’s penis popping in and out of her thighs, with the water, soap and her overflow of juices providing the lubrication. There was no gentleness in his rocking now. He just wanted satisfaction. His moans were aphrodisiacs to her. Then with a sudden exhalation of his voice she felt him pull away from her thighs. He was using the crack of her butt as a cushion as her exploded all over what she felt was her lower back to her crack. She was ever so close to an orgasm. His semen was running down her crack to her anus. Just as suddenly she felt the semen being smeared on her anus and a couple of fingers suddenly inside.

It sent her over the top again. She was screaming this time, violently shaking at the stimulation. The wall hit her full force. The fingers were no longer there. She was no longer standing or being supported. The water was running over her breasts, as she lay there calming down. She was alone. Where was her son?

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This is presented as is… The title of this song © Keane and the lyrics that are in italics below are the lyrics to the same © song. Fair warning, there is no sex in this story. It’s a confession from someone who kept a secret for so long, the darkness was able to creep in and doubt overtook his mind. Take a moment to listen to the song before reading or read then listen.

*

I walked across an empty land. It became empty long ago. Life departed this sacred place. Yet, while I look around, I realize that life exists here still, but I don’t recognize it. Where is the life I knew once upon a time?

I knew the pathway like the back of my hand. Now, though, it seems fake; unfamiliar. I don’t know this place at all. It’s dark, cold, and scary. There’s no light left to guide me.

I felt the earth beneath my feet. It feels like I am in the right place, but I know nothing about the world that surrounds me. I feel the earth, but I can’t see it through the darkness that perpetually surrounds me.

Sat by the river, and it made me complete. escort gaziantep sahibe bayan The fast running water makes me realize the world I should know does not exist to me. The water is unclean, much like me. It is cold and unforgiving. The speed of the current suggests it would push me against the dangerous rocks ahead as punishment for my sins.

Oh, simple thing, where have you gone? It’s because of her that you left me in this place, isn’t it?

I’m getting old, and I need something to rely on. I’ve held onto the secret for decades and now it’s going to be revealed. I will tell my Cousin. Can I rely on her to keep my secret safe? I shouldn’t have doubts.

So, tell me when you’re gonna let me in. It’s a question I thought I would never ask. Its answer, though, is irrelevant. Do I want in? I want something but what exactly is going to sooth me now is an answer that lingers on the edge of a leaf, blowing in the wind, out of my reach.

I’m getting tired, and I need somewhere to escort bayan şahinbey begin. Will my confession set me free of the world I no longer recognize? Will the light shine once more?

I came across a fallen tree. Wait… I think I remember this.

I felt the branches of it looking at me. What do you remind me of? The time when we were young together. It’s where it all began, you know. It’s where I looked at you in a way that I was too young to be looking at anyone. It was something pure and sweet.

Is this the place we used to love? I can’t answer that. I’m not sure I loved you like that then or if I just began to take notice. Curious. So many questions…

Is this the place that I’ve been dreaming of? I can smile now because I remember the simple times when we were younger. We didn’t have the world on our minds. I’m sure you were not aware of me like I was becoming aware of you.

Oh, simple thing, where have you gone? I wish I could go back and change the way the demons escort şahinbey warped my mind. Why can’t I have the memories other kids had, the simple things?

I’m getting old, and I need something to rely on. I can rely on her. She talks to me like I’m her only trusted agent and I wouldn’t betray that.

So, tell me when you’re gonna let me in. She won’t let me in. I don’t belong there, but she will hold it safe for me. There’s nothing I can say that would make her betray me.

I’m getting tired, and I need somewhere to begin. I will begin here. It starts now and the very worst thing that will happen is nothing and that’s not bad. I will have lost nothing.

And if you have a minute, why don’t we go. May I call you? I have something I would like to talk to you about. It will only take a minute.

Talk about it somewhere only we know? You didn’t reject me. I can smile again with the weight of that world of my shoulder. Wait… What did you say? What am I hearing?

This could be the end of everything. This is insane! Never in a million years would I have seen this coming. I have so many questions. What does the world think of me?

So… Where do we go from here? You would let me hold you. You would let me kiss you. Or was it that you would kiss me? I’m happy to know, though doubt resides still in my mind about the world I live in. If I found you in my arms, would I press my lips against yours?

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To many of my friends it is not too difficult to imagine that very soon sex with mom will be just another normal aspects of relationships between an adult son and a caring mother. My story is an example of one such nurturing mother-son relationship. After the start of the sexual relationship my mom is still my mom. There is no change of identity from mother to lover. Believe it or not, there is simply a new more intimate feeling for each other, a new kind of familarity and understanding for each other’s needs and mutual appreciation. In addition to the old feeling of filial peilty I just felt that she was even more relevant to my adult life. I know that many of my friends felt more distant from their mothers and grew apart as they lead separate and different lives.

Mom and I have always been close. We were so close that we sometime shared a bath. Hers was the first female naked body I have seen. I have always remembered her as plump, chubby cheeks, five feet ten and weighed about 180 pounds. She is plain looking but kind of sweet too. She has an average pair of boobs. But coming to think about her now, what excited me about her most is her round big bottom, the thick thighs and broad hip. The thick pubic hair, and a dough-nut like abdomen with the navel at the centre were the parts I must caress at the start of our sexual foreplay. Even before our sexual intimacy we were never strong on modesty issue around the house. She often unwittingly exposed sexual bits of her body to me without ever thinking anything about it. She was never an exhibitionist. She just did not think that her body could be sexual to her son. Take for example, on some hot days when she was doing the normal household chores she would be wearing a pair of plain, thin cotton short and a bra around the house. That meant that all through my teens and my early adult life I have seen parts of her breasts, her thighs, parts of her booty, parts of her pubic hair and on a few occasions even faint impressions of her vagina through her thin cotton shorts. On my part I wore briefs around the house, sometimes allowing her to see impressions of my penis through my briefs, without feeling ambarassed. The thing was, until that fateful night when we discovered the sexual attractions between us, neither of us think about the other as anythying else but mother and son. I did not fantasize about having sex with her and she never acted seductively towards me. The sexual excitement I felt about her body, which I wrote about in the earlier part of this paragraph, only came about after our first sexual encounter.

My mother divorced her husband, my father, when I was five. She never married again but she did have serious relationships with perhaps two or three men and most probably a few casual sexual partners. In other words, she was leading the normal sexual life of the average adult woman.

My sexual mom story began when she was around forty. She had just lost her job as an account executive in an advertising firm. She was in no hurry to find another job and she decided to come and stay with me for a while. I was nineteen and I was in college. I had a studio apartment, courtesy of my best friend who had been transferred abroad on a special job assignment. It came fully furnished, a batchelor’s pad, that is. It has a queen size bed which I insisted mom should take. I slept on an air-matress for the duration of her stay. Mostly because I have irregular bedtime and would not like to disturb her sleep routine by sharing the only bed with her, not because we were squimish about sharing the bed.

It was a full day at college and after an hour escort gaziantep olgun bayan or two at the library I hung out with my friends until around eleven that night. I had some drinks but was not drunk. As usual we had some fun watching some porn. Two of my buddies picked on their favourite subject of MILF sex. I enjoyed them too and even had a hard-on. But I did not feel particulary sexed up. I came home to find mom already fast asleep. I had my shower and went to bed. I woke up about two hours later with an errection. Apparently the porno session had given me my first MILF sex dream. In my dream I had hot sex with one of the ladies who had the same body type as my mom. As usual I maturbated but did not climax. Frustrated, I turned on my lap-top to watch more MILF porn, including a few mom-son sex sessions. But I still could not get that satisfactory release.

Either mom was awaken by my activity or she was disturbed from her sleep by a full bladder. She got up to pee.

“Is that what is keeping you awake at this hour, son ?”. She said, smiling. She was walking. back from the toilet and she had looked down at me and saw my hard cock tenting my briefs. As she said that she was also adjusting her night-gown, and I saw the blurred image of her hairy dark pubic area. My cock twitched and that kind of gave an answer to her question.

“I need some relief to be able to go back to sleep.” I said, smiling back at her.

“Is that something you think a mom can help ? I’ll see what I can do.”

She beckoned me to join her in bed, smiling at me all the time.

She slipped off her night-gown and lay down flat on her back. I stared at her slowly from top to bottom: her full round face, her full red lips, her round shoulders, the two globs of breast, the big round dough-nut like abdomen, the pair of thick smooth thighs and legs. I lay down on my side next to her. I was obviously nervous. I fondled her breasts for a bit but I concentrated mostly on kissing and caressing her neck, her shoulders and her abdomen. All this while she was smiling with her eyes closed. I started smelling and licking her armpits which have a layer of thick fur and a nice smell. I ran my palm over her dough-nut like plump abdomen even more and rubbed her pubic hair.

“Can you lick and suck my nipples more ? I like that very much.” I sucked and squeezed her breasts and at the same time kissed her hard on her lips. She responded by extending her tongue into my mouth and started moaning a little. While still licking her breasts and sucking her nipples my hands soon returned to her pubic area. I brought my right palm to her vagina and caressed her outer and inner labias. Mom soon got very wet and she started to moan and bit her lips. I kissed and licked her inner thighs and smell deeply what was oozing from her vagina. My cock was rock hard and I was eagter to push it into her. This would not be my first sexual intercourse but she was my mom. I was still nervous.

“I would like you to fuck me now. You have a thick penis I would like you to take things easy a little. I think I need to slowly get adjusted to it” She said and opened her legs wider.

I moved between her legs and at once pushed by cock into her pussy. It was not tight. Mom actually had a big enough birth cannal. I was able to get my whole seven inches into her in one slow push.

“Ooh, oh, that is nice. I feel full and hot down there” Mom said, as she moved her pussy slightly side to side. I started giving her slow and long strokes of pumping. She was geting wetter escort bayan gaziantep oral yapan and her moans were getting louder and louder. I was a bit nervous about climaxing before mom so I was restraining myself from going full throtle.

“Jason, Jason, give me all you have now. I am ready to cum.” mom called out as she turned her head from side to side and moving her hips side to side. I lay my chest on her breasts, grabbed her shoulders and just used my waist and pelvic movement to pump fast and furious into her dripping cunt. In about two minutes mom had a loud and quivering orgasm. Knowing that I had already acquited myself well I thought perhaps I could impress her even more with a bonus. I pulled some of my cock out leaving only about two to three inches inside her so that my cock head could give her G-spot even more direct stimulation. I short-stretched, fast pistoned her for another ten minutes. Mom started digging her nails into my back and grinding her teeth. She had her second orgasm. I could feel her vagina tightened around my cock and after a few more minutes of furious pumping I blasted my load into her. I got off mom and we just lay there. Except for the fact that it was my mom this time the sex was not much different from the ones I had with my girlfriend. I turned to look at mom. She had a kind of calm look and a faint smile on her face, just like my girlfriend.

“I need to rest now. Please give me a kiss and help me to clean up.”

I held her face in both my hands and kissed her long and hard. I got up to get the paper towel and two bath-towels. I wiped our the fluid from her pussy and the bed and laid the two towels over the wet spot on the bed. I returned to my air-mattress and soon fell asleep. When I woke up it was already eight in the morning and mom was sitting on the table drinking her coffee.

“It was very nice last night for me. Do you need to talk about it ?”

She smiled at me sweetly like she always has. And I noticed a glow on her face.

“I have a lecture in half an hour. Maybe later mom, when I bring our lunches back from the college cafeteria.” I kissed her on the cheek and rushed out. During the next few hours when my mind was not occupied with other things I thought about the incest stories on the websites and thought maybe I would enjoy discussing them with mom; I came home around twelve. Mom was drinking a beer in her shorts and bra. She had just finished doing some vacuuming and such and was covered in sweat. She was slightly flushed and she looked extremely sexy to me. I laid out our lunches on the table while mom did a bit of freshening up. She was still in her shorts and bra when she came back. God, was she sexy. We sat down and began to eat our lunch. She was the first to talk.

“Do you have any problem with last night ?” She asked.

“Not really. But I must say I did not have any of those weird feelings that dudes in the incest stories talked about after sex with their mom.”

“I have read a few of those stories on the websites. They are mostly fantasies and judging from their stories I think some of these individuals do not have healthy relationships with their moms to begin with.”

“Ya. All those talks about domination, rough sex and having children with their moms are outright disturbing to me. How do you feel about last night, mom?”

“I hadn’t had sex for quite a while and probably because of that, last night I was able to abandon myself to the sexual intercourse. Reading and thinking about incestuous sex was one thing but actually otele gelen gaziantep escort bayan doing it with you was something else. I felt uneasy at first but the sexual stimulation soon overwhelmed the uneasy feeling. I just went with the flow. Your big cock and your confidence has a lot to do with it. If you were hesitant and fumbling in your attempt, or if your cock is small and less effective in my vagina, I might need a much longer time to overcome my feeling of uneasiness. I might even have second thoughts about continuing with this incestuous thing. But your powerful ramming and the waves of sexual sensation it produces simply overwhelmed me and my feeling of weirdness was completely pushed out of my mind. Did you have plenty of sex with other women?”

“I read a lot and my older friends shared some of their experiences with me. Take Mike for example. The owner of this apartment ? He is a great womaniser. I also had some sex before this.”

“You are quite good at it. Maybe you need to do more foreplay. Your future partner may not be as sexually starved as I was last night.”

“Thanks mom. Maybe again tonight ?”

“We’ll see.”

When I came home late at night mom was already asleep. There was no sex. The next day mom did not broach the subject, and out of respect for mom, neither did I. I have alwayls been sensitive to her mood. She sounded so airy about the incident last night, but I suspected that she might have some doubts about what she had done. Or, at the least, she had not come to any conclusions about whether sex with me would be a regular thing. After breakfast she told me that she had decided to visit her old friend back home for a few days. I took her to the station and I left for college.

When I came back to an empty apartment that night I had time to think about my relationship with mom and the sexual incident that had just taken place. I felt nothing had changed. She was still my mom and not my lover. I felt no inclination to call her by her madam name. (It was Elaine, by the way.) That singular incident had not had any discernible effect on me. Not yet, perhaps. But as I went on ruminating, I thought surely my close and loving relationship with my mom all my life had influenced me in some way my choice of Janeane as my girlfriend. She was smart, kind, cheerful and congenial like mom. But most “suspicious” of all were her physical attributes. she was on the heavy side and was a brunette like mom. She too had a round, sweet face and lots of body hair. I loved the thick “fur” under her armpits and I was glad to find her large patch of pubic hair.

I went through the third day after the sexual incident with mom doing the same old college stuffs. But then I took Janeane out on a date and came back to the apartment with her. I had sex with her before but this time it was a little different. She used to say that I was too much in a hurry and was a little rough with her. It was true that I did not do much of a foreplay with her and I had never “gone down on her”. I felt that that was totally OK because I was always able to give her at least two orgasms each time by simply pounding her pussy hard. But this time, as she lay on her back like she always did I took much longer time to lick her pink aerolas and red pointing nipples. But soon after I started massaging her labias, clitoris and finger-fucked her she reached her first minor orgasm. Then, as usual, I mounted her and started pounding her tight pussy. But something different happened this time. I thought what was different was probably because thinking about mom the last few days had built up a much higher sexual tension in me. I had my big orgasm less than ten minutes into pounding Janeane. Janeane was surprised. She had not had her second orgasm yet. I had to go down on her, which was something I never had to do to give her her second, bigger orgasm. Janeane was very happy with my tonguing of her clitoris and labias. l was able to sleep all through the night.

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The KINGDOM of SODOMY AND GAMORE introduction

I will bring you an continuing historical account to what my father has journaled over 20 years ago. The KINGDOM of Sodomy And Gomore. Over 20 years our family has fought for control of the land and in many battles the King has prevailed. The Final treaties have been signed bringing peace and posterity to his order. These times bring forth celebration. For it is a time for decadent lust, and unbridled debauchery.

The kingdom has thrived and the family has grown to operating size. In the earlier journal, you have met the King and his wife (Queen). There was also the Duke, Peter(Prince), Lance McBane (Sir McBane) my husband, and myself Princess Pamela.

The Kingdom is now two parties, the Kings castle, and the Dukes mansion. To acquaint you with the royalty, I will start with the Kings castle.

The Majestic couple has two offspring, Prince Peter and myself.

Prince married Valentina, daughter of Lord Ciphierias.

Lord Ciphierias and my husband’s father Lord McBane, are esquires to the King and are rooks of the rear castle.

Sir McBane and I have a daughter Batania who married Lance McSwayn, son of Sir McSwayn.

The Prince has a son Persaval who married Janeesia, daughter of Sir McDuff. Sir McSwayn and Sir McDuff are esquires to the Prince and are rooks to the front castle.

The Duke and his wife (Dutchess) has one son Dartanian (Young Duke).

He wedded Siamoce’, who is daughter of Lord McDougal. Lord McDougal is rook to the rear mansion.

Dartanion and Siomose’ has two children. Victor and Victoria.

Victoria married Lance Saltran, son of the Sir Saltrans.

Victor married Boniavia, daughter of the Sir Voltrous’.

Sir Saltran and Sir Voltrous share the front rook of the mansion.

Over several weeks I have secretly transcribed all journals and diaries belonging to royal members. And I now submit…

SODOMY AND GAMORE part I

Valentina awoke wee hours of the morning to the sounds of cocksucking. She raised to look over her husband’s shoulder who was sitting up still half asleep. She found their daughter-in-law Janeesia between his legs attempting blow his cock. The amateurish blowjob was too wet and loud as spit soaked his cockmeat. Her strokes were incomplete and her bob had no rythem. The 19-year-old left the half hard prickmeat in frustration and since Prince had an early combat class to give, Val could only finish the job with her mouth. This left her moist cunt hot and itchy.

Valentina dressed and left for the Dukes mansion aroused with her husband’s sperm in her belly. She was hot to find her confidant Dartanian. She found my daughter Batania licking his balls to assist his own daughter Victoria in sucking his massive cock. They would try in vain to empty his morning nuts.

Val found me in my chambers to inform me of the two little cocksuckers. We also mused at the pitiful excuse of a blowjob Janeesia had attempted with the Prince. “How could her mother (Mrs McDuff) allow the girl out without teaching her proper cockeating” we laughed. And since Val’s pussy was so itchy, I ate it myself before my husband hammered both our cunts to jelly.

Siamose’ had come from the bath after Val had left, to find the two starlets mouthing off her husband. She was incredibly hot this morning and needed manmeat. Crowded from her own sleeping quarters, she rushed over to the escort gaziantep özbek bayan castle after breakfast to feast on my husbands cock. But it was worn out from Val’s and my hot little pussies. All of the men were training when she disregarded royal instructions by roaming the fields designated for training. The Sirs would not interupt their training but Siamose’ had hoped to find the young Lance studs out for break. She needed experienced cocksmenship, but if there was three maybe all four young lads one after another pumping her hot snatch, that could also surfice. But today was her lucky day.

The Sirs were training the young Lances along with other knights. The Lords were returning from inspection of that training. Lord McDougal and Lord Ciphierias had seen her and approached with anger. They reprimanded her for being on the training site. Siamose’ was fearful of their authority when she was thrown to the ground on hands and knees. Lord McDougal reared behind her with his huge royal cock and punished the hot 40yld women when his steel prickshaft shredded her silk panties as it rammed viciously into her wet cunt. Her cries of pain/joy were blocked by Lord Ciphierias huge cock as he forced her to mouth his royal prickmeat.

The Lords fucked the disobedient subject this way until they switched and fucked her over again. They scorned the well fucked women and left her by the side of the road panting uncontrollably. Her dress was still up at her waist while her swollen pussylips leaked lumps of their seed down her shaking thighs. Siamose’ hoped that no one would come by and see her this way, but the Lords of the Kingdom were excellent cocksmen and left her too weak to move. She had a satisfied smile on her face as she faded in and out of consiosness, with her naked rump still positioned the way they had fucked it.

The four Lances of royalty were headed to lunch when they saw the luscious naked asscheeks and the dripping pussy that waved in the wind. It gave them all instant hard-ons and they spoke of plugging the holes without warning. But they were not permitted to indulge in the sauces of the older women without invitation.

Victor’s cock would always harden at the site of his mother’s beautiful ass. He, Persaval, Lance McSwain, and Lance Saltran all bypassed lunch and carried their wives into a small room of commons. There they commanded the young girls to hike their dresses and lower their knickers. Soon after, sweet young pussies had lathered exploding boycocks with frothy girljuice. The excited young girls felt wanton and sexy, not knowing that the cocks were stiff mostly for the site of the hot asscrack of the Young Duke’s wife.

The highly influential Lord wives ran the castles and fair grounds. LadyCiphierias, Lady McDougal, and Lady McBane had closed off the small room of commons from the servants that catered the lunch. Lady McBane had invited the other Ladies to inspect the room. They agreed that the small room reeked of sex and had pools and puddles of sweet young pussyjuice staining the furniture. This made all three Ladies very hot and bothered. It wasn’t the smell of young boycum as much as it was sweet young pussy nectar. Dining on hot young snatch was a special treat for the elder women. Lady Ciphierias was blushing as the other two spoke of how every young women of the royals were in love with her tongue. And porno videolar its true, Valentina’s mother was the best cunteater of the kingdom.

Whenever our men warriors are in battle and away from us for weeks, the Queen, the Dutchess, and the three LadyLords would gather us for physical release. And Lady Ciphierias attends to each pussy with individual detail, and she knows each cunt by scent and touch. She pays attention to every nerve and hotspot, she makes us cum with shattering orgasms. She does not tongue our assholes the way LadyMcBane and LadyMcDougal loves to do, and the Queen and Dutchess knows our entire body so well. But no one eats pussy like Lady Ciphierias. Well… maybe Lord McBane, my father-in-law.

After tonguing each others cunt and packing vibrators, the LordLadies sent message to the King to meet with the Duke. They then sent message to the Duke that he was wanted by the King. The two Commanders met in a candle-lit room to find three hot horny cunts begging for a boning.

It was the end of a training session and the Sirs would oversee patrol of the posterital territories. They would rotate supervision of their knights and would go on for weeks, giving us limited exposure to our husbands. An evening of celebration was in order.

The seven wives of the Sirs were together and we perfumed each others body and cunts. After treating of our cunts and special enemas of our assholes, we kissed and fondled each other ’till we were randy. We were all in a circle with our faces touching when the men came in. Sirs licked his wife’s pussy and fingered asshole. They then raised and plugged steaming cunt making us moan in orgasm.

Our pussies were dripping wet when we half turned left to find women asses in our faces. In a seven person chain, we ate tangy assholes leaving slots layered in spit. Valentina, my sexually shy sister-in-law, rimmed my ass delicately as if she was intimidated by it. Meanwhile I ate her sister’s (Mrs. McSwayn) ass roughly by shoving my tongue as deep as I could and using my hands to tear her rumpcheeks wide apart.

Moments later we spun around to eat out the ass of the woman that just ate our own. Around the circle was Mrs McDuff eating the ass of her twin sister Mrs Voltrous. Mrs Voltrous was feasting on Siamose’ ass, the most prized rump of popular demand. It was a childish looking butt with a charm of its own. I was eating Valentina’s ass, my personal favorite for its perkiness, with more zest than she ate mine. I shoved my tongue in far enough to lick the insides of the entire assring. Her sister was reaming my asshole just as wickedly as I ate hers.

We were all facing each other and shared moans and grimaces when the Sirs behind us started fucking our shitters. They had moved one ass over counterclockwise and nudged their fat long lumber up protesting wet rectums. My dear husband was fucking the ass that I just prepared and I loved to see her face. Valentina was embarrassed at assfucking and always had a virgin look in her eyes. My daughter’s father-in-law was fucking my puckered poopchute with his steel-hard shaft. Moments later they ‘popped’ cocks free of shitter and rotated. The Prince was fucking the second of twin sister asshole while my husband was at the first.

Across from me I could see ecstasy in Sir McSwayn eyes as he fucked Siamone’ ass. Most of the Sirs say that she has the hottest ass rus escort bayan gaziantep the way it flutters around cock, sucking it on each stroke. Rotation had my brothers thick royal cock up Siamone’s ass while her husband YoungDuke, was shafting mine. The last rotation had my brothers cock up my shithole. I was so hot by now, my asshole was blazing heat and milking his cock like a hungry little mouth. Heads and faces of the women were now bumping against one another as the Sirs bang our butts hard and fast.

The moaning from the women was drowned out by animal grunts of the men. I loved each cock with my asshole but my brother would receive a sucking that had his balls rumbling with cum. The Sirs spoke to each other agonizingly, and finally they all were ready. The women turned around at their husband’s cock as it explode into our faces, hair, and titties. Faces drenched in cum, we turned back around to share it. Our tongues lick at sticky faces in effort to sample each of the men’s manmilk. Meanwhile our asses were being kissed and pampered by our sweet husband.

We all washed, ate and drank. We fell asleep naked with face against tit, or cock, or ass, or… it was a heap or rutting flesh. The next morning when the cocks were hard as steel, the women laid the men on their backs with their heads together. It was our turn to rotate so I was paired with my brother first. We straddled the Sirs facing the center, grabbed their long fat dicks and raised ourselves above them. The men spread our asscheeks while we found our stretched bungholes with mushroomed cockheads.

I slithered down the Prince cock squirming my tender red shithole around it. I rocked and bobbed on his meat until I had it buried deep in my bowels. I was creaming on Sir Soltran’s cock when I seen the look of pure lust on Valentina’s face. She was dragging her delicious asspucker the full length of Dartanians cock. She had a special liking for his cock and deliberately slow, she milked his cock. There was a look of challenge in her eyes.

As she fucked Dartanian, his wife was fucking Valentina’s husband. Siamone’ was rotating her hip in all direction to give the Prince her finest assfuck. My cunt and ass constantly exploded on the next three cocks. The six cock for the women signaled to the men to blow their loads of cocksewage into our backsides. But I was determined to earn it as I swiveled and squatted all over Sir McSwayn’s cock. Most women were now on their feet as they impaled themselves onto stiff cock with clasping, chewing, and sucking assholes. We were begging them to fuck our buttholes and feed our bowels full of cumage.

I got my assfull when Sir McSwayn’s cock bucked wildly and rushed thru gushers of hot lumps of manjuice. It burned my assguts like lava as it filled my bowels and started up my colon. My analtrack was lined with thick goo as it contracted around his exploding cock.

The Sirs were standing above kneeling wives that were at their cocks. Shrieks of disenchantment came from women who wrinkled their noses at the sticky cocks.

After fucking six assholes in a row, there was remnants of such a deed about my husband’s cock. A light brown mushiness at the base that splattered his balls. Distinctly darker streaks about the middle of the fuckstick. Thick hardened remnants at his cockcrown that was trapped behind the ridges of his flared cockcrown. And then a lurid strand of thick liquid hung inches off of his meat. We laughed nervously as one woman teased another for the foul smell of ass on her on her hubby’s nasty cock. Some tried to identify shitjuice belonging to which ass, while Siamone’ complained that someone had took a crap on her husband’s shaft. I knew my secret was safe with Dartanian as I popped my Husband’s filthy cock in my mouth and polished it clean and shined.

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