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I’ve never considered myself a fitness freak but at the end of the working day there’s nothing I enjoy more than going out for a run around our local park and trails, setting myself distance goals and generally convincing myself that getting hot and sweaty in this way is keeping me in shape. There is the other reason that I go and that is I find that concentrating on the target focuses my mind and makes me forget all the other crappy things that’s going on in my life.

My biggest problem is my husband, he’s a businessman but that’s mostly all he does for alongside his dedication to the business he is also a prude, mean with his money and a control-freak. He has some funny ideas about sex and is a firm believer that having sexual intercourse is just about making babies, should only be between a married man and his wife and, this is the hard part for me, should not be done too frequently.

If he knew what I had done, he would have no hesitation in throwing me out and, frankly, I don’t like that idea as I have nowhere to go.

His business is very much a specialist and niche affair making safety equipment for aircraft maintenance workers, mostly made-to-measure harnesses for when engineers have to work high up on the wings, tailplanes and fins of big jets. The product is exclusively defence-related and dependent on government contracts and although my husband isn’t entirely comfortable with the idea, I work on administration and managing the finance side of the business, doing payroll for our employees, that kind of stuff which is kind of funny as he has some very old-fashioned ideas about a woman’s place being in the home. I guess the bottom line is that me working for him means he doesn’t have to employ and pay someone else which is typical of his mind-set. The only thing that he has done that seems to be out of character is that he has registered the company in my honour (he says!) using my name. I suspect that the real reason is to do with some tax loophole but, whatever, ‘Brianna Holdings Inc.’ it is.

Working for the government requires jumping through a load of procedural hoops mainly to do with security (even though our product was hardly hi-tech) and there were very strict conditions imposed if the contract was to be signed and maintained. Some of those conditions related to advertising and product promotion, other rules are to do with propriety and I guess that’s where my problems stemmed from … but I’m getting ahead of myself.

It was a few months ago that hubby went away on a business trip to some Air Force facility. He is forever chasing new contracts and deals and these away trips was something that happened from time-to-time. I was always pleased when it occurred for his absence would give me a bit of relief from his dominating ways for a few days and, as usual, I ‘celebrated’ his departure as I always did by going out for an extended run when I wouldn’t be time-limited and to have to get back home by a certain time and to have him questioning where I had been and who I might have seen.

The evening’s weather was warm enough for me to wear shorts – just the right conditions for running – so I drove to the nearby state national park to take myself on a run through the woodlands. There was only one other vehicle, a van, in the parking lot which suited me fine as it indicated that I would not be bothered by too many other folks as I ran along the trails. It was a new route for me but I have a good sense of direction and had no hesitation in jogging along the unfamiliar paths as I figured out a circling route to take me back to the car park.

The light was fading fast and I was almost at the end of my route when with the car park in sight I came into a picnic area set with tables and benches. Leaning against one of the tables was this big black guy who head bowed down and wearing a sweaty tee-shirt, looked as if he was trying to catch his breath after doing what I was doing, running. I was a little irritated to see someone else when I was out running for it usually meant that acknowledgements had to be exchanged and that for me meant breaking my concentration on reaching my target. However, here I was, getting to the end of my run, I had reached my target and I thought maybe it was a good point to do likewise and to slow down and take a breather. As I approached he lifted his head and I vaguely recognised him to be one of the workers in our industrial unit where we make the harnesses. He didn’t give me any kind of acknowledgement, not even a ‘Hi, how ya doing’ kind of greeting, but I nodded in his direction before going to one of the tables where I began to do my end-of-run stretching, warm-down exercises. I grabbed the edge of the table and began working out and doing my deep-breathing exercises.

I didn’t hear either the door of the van slide open or the approach behind me of the ‘somebodies’ who grabbed me. I did see as I lifted my head the black guy get up from his bench and say, “tie the snotty bitch’s hands and get her back to the van.”

From that point on it all became a bit of a blur. My arms were roughly taksim escort pulled behind my back and I felt cord or rope or something strapping my wrists together. I went to cry out but before I could even open my mouth to speak a bag like a pillowcase was put over my head and I was effectively gagged and could see nothing. I guess I must have then been dragged along the short track to the car park for the next thing I knew was hearing the sliding door of the van being opened and my captors roughly shoving me inside. The van started up and began to move and with me blindly struggling to sit up I became aware that I was sandwiched on the back seat between two persons. I did the only thing possible, I screamed!

My cries didn’t have the hoped-for effect of being released, the only reaction was to hear the laughter of my captors who I realised must have numbered four or more. One of them said, “Shut the fuck up, t’ain’t gonna do ya no good yellin'”

That bought on another round of laughter followed by the comment from one of them of, “Lemme see what we’ve got here …” as I felt a hand grab and pull it up my crop-top vest. The bag that was still tightly pulled around my head didn’t prevent me from knowing that my tits were now fully exposed.

Another voice from the front of the van , “Wow, nice .. can’t wait to get my mouth ’round them ..” caused more laughter and another voice to make a similar crude remark as fingers touched me and stroked over my tit, “Heh heh, they feel nice too ..” and, damn it, I knew that my nipples must have stiffened as they always did when anyone did that.

The rest of the ride was a blur and my heart was racing as fast as the van that took us back, I guessed, toward the city. Blinded by the bag, with my hands still tied and squashed between two bodies, I was completely confused as to my surroundings and helpless to do anything about it. All the while hands were gently caressing my exposed tits and pinching my nipples and voices continually telling me to calm down saying things like, “.. ain’t nuttin’ gonna harm you and ain’t nuttin’ you can do about it … save your breath ..”

Attempts were made to push a hand down between my legs but we were squished so close together that that didn’t go far but, despite it all, as I calmed down then I cursed myself for the pleasurable feelings I was getting from the anonymous comforting hands on my breasts. Nevertheless, I feared for the worse.

I settled back and tried to blank out what was happening to me but from my interpretation of the movement of the van, the sound of the gear changes, the ticking of the turn-indicators I convinced myself that I was being taken to some other remote location where my ordeal would escalate. It was therefore a bit of a shock that when we did come to halt and I was pulled out of the van and the bag was pulled off my head to find that we had come to a place that was far from remote, it was a unit on the industrial estate where we manufactured the safety harnesses. The van had pulled into the loading bay at the side of the building and although it was not a place that I would ordinarily visit the logos on boxes and the signage on the walls gave no doubts where we were. I hardly had time to figure that out before I was pushed through the door into the workshop and led to a storeroom at the back of the unit. That’s when my ‘ordeal’ really began.

At last I was able to see the men who had captured me. The only one I vaguely recognised was the guy from the park, the one who had been sitting on the bench. I didn’t know his name but, as I suspected, he was one of my husband’s employees and clearly he was the leader. The other three guys I didn’t know but they all had something in common, they were all black and they were all leering at me and all of them began pulling at their sweat pants, there was no doubt where this was all headed.

I should have been scared but for whatever reason knowing that there was nothing I could do to prevent the inevitable I caught my breath and decided that it might be more sensible to just go along with this ‘unexpected turn of events’. I was more convinced this might be the right path to take when ‘the leader’ stepped out of his pants, turned and I saw his cock. My god, it was magnificent … but I didn’t tell him that!

He looked at me standing there with my hands still tied and my crop-vest pulled up exposing my tits and said, “Get over here, bitch … get on your knees …” I felt someone behind me untie my hands and then there was a push on my back to encourage me to do just that. I half stumbled and fell to my knees so that I ended up with that cock bobbing in front of my face.

“Suck it ..!”

I turned my head and tried to look around and get my bearings and all I really saw were the other guys looking at me, all of them loosening their pants. I felt a slap against my cheek which bought my attention back and realised my tormentor had just smacked my face with the erect cock he was grasping.

“Bitch, I said Suck it! topkapı escort Don’t you be worrying about them, you’ll get your chance to be looking soon enough …!”

I resigned myself to my fate knowing I was in no position to negotiate and I just looked back up at him and opened my mouth. He pushed himself forward and instinct took over and I allowed him to feed me. I mean, how could I have not?!

Contrary to his aggressive manner he was surprisingly gentle and as he softly face-fucked me with that fat cock I began to think that if I played my cards right then perhaps this would not be such an ordeal after all. Certainly I had never been ‘kidnapped’ before and for sure I had never been in the presence of more than just one cock and, here I was, now surrounded by at least four and, best of all, they were all black … which was another first. I decided the best way to react was to submit to whatever was coming my way and maybe I would eventually be released relatively unharmed.

I sucked and swirled my tongue around the fat head that filled my mouth and although I wouldn’t have admitted it, the salty taste was quite pleasant. Certainly the soft groans that I was hearing from him indicated that I was doing something right and this was confirmed when I heard him saying things like, “Yeah, good bitch … jus’ like dat … yeah, suck it …”

His reaction became even more rewarding when I raised my hands to steady myself and I was able to stroke his balls as I sucked. Yeah, he liked that very much and he let me take my time to get my balance but I guess he could see that I was not too comfortable being on my knees on the hard concrete floor and he stopped the pleasure I was giving him (and, dare I say, receiving) and pulled out before leaning down to pull me to my feet. No sooner had I stood up that one of the other guys came close to grab my shorts and yank them down. He managed to take my panties down at the same time so that in an instant I was naked other than the running shoes on my feet and my top which was still pulled up over my tits. I heard someone give a whimper, then realised it was me.

By now everyone else was naked and I was surrounded by black bodies and all of them sporting fine looking erections. With the few things I was wearing I was the best dressed person around! I had no time to make a comment or protest before once again I was pushed and made to go over to a workbench where during the day the products would have been packed. One of the guys pushed packages aside to make space and another helped me fill that space by lifting me onto the table top. I felt a lot more comfortable although the metal table top felt cool under my butt but I had no time to give the cold much mind when I was held down so that I was laying back on the table with my legs dangling over the end. This time I did give a cry of surprise and I tried to resist but it was no good.

“Tie her down,” was the next thing I heard and my arms were grabbed and pulled aside, my legs held down and within a few moments all four limbs were bound to the framework and legs of the table. I was totally helpless and only able to move my head … and that’s when the fun really started.

I looked from side to side and what filled my view were these guys all stroking their erect cocks. It was not a displeasing sight and given my state of mind and my acceptance of my fate I had no hesitation when one of them drew near enough so that I could suck him just as I had, ‘the leader’. The sticky pre-cum that he had encouraged from his jerking tasted nice and I had no objection when he pushed himself deeper into my mouth and I could suck him harder as he began face-fucking me. His companions on the other sides of the table patiently waited stroking their cocks and I could hear them muttering and sniggering stuff like, “Yeah, give the bitch what she deserves .. look at her, she’s lovin’ it … get her ready for me … Wow, look at her suck .. yeah, the bitch is dying for it …”

I was in no position to disagree but they were not to know that they were quite right in their assumptions, what was happening seemed to be fulfilling a few fantasies that I allowed myself to have; dreams of being attended to by cocks larger than my uncaring husband’s. Already I had decided that as undignified as my situation might seem that I would as they say, go with the flow, and hope that the level of aggression would not go beyond what had so far occurred.

I didn’t have too long to wait to have those thoughts confirmed when suddenly the cock I had in my mouth began to pulse and then in a panic for it to be withdrawn. With the sound of a grunt from my face-fucker, my face was splattered with hot cum. I had no time to think what had happened when my head was pulled around and another stiff penis was pushed into my cum-filled mouth.

Mmm, this felt good and I began to relax believing that perhaps if I played along I might not come to any harm. This positive thought was encouraged when I then felt hot breath between my tuyap escort outstretched legs and I had the exquisite sensation of an unseen tongue beginning to lick its way up my thighs. Oh my God, I was about to be eaten out and I couldn’t do a damn thing to stop it .. not that I wanted it to stop!

I felt soft hands stroking and caressing my tits, pinching my stiff nipples – God, how I love to feel that – then the shock of other gentle touches prizing apart the lips of my pussy followed by the what was no doubt a tongue licking and lapping up and down my wet slit. I knew I was wet because voices told me so, “Jeez man, look at dat, the bitch is soakin’ .. she’s gaggin’ for it ..!”

And they were right, I was. These guys were good and they knew just how to get me to that place that my husband had no idea existed. My excitement went up another notch when the tongue began to concentrate on my clit that I knew must be poking out from its hood just like it always did when I masturbated. If only my hubby knew just how much I loved to feel that kind of attention, it felt divine. As the soft lapping and nibbling continued I gave up all pretence of resistance and just let myself go with whatever these ‘brutes’ wanted to do with me.

The combination of having my mouth filled with cock, my tits being caressed and my pussy being so expertly attended to and my now relaxed state-of-mind soon bought on the inevitable and I felt the incredible sensation of my climax building deep within me. No sooner was I aware of what was happening that an orgasm crashed over me and I was in a heaven the like of which I hadn’t felt since before I was married. Maybe I would have screamed out with ecstasy had I not been so effectively gagged by the cock that was thrusting in and out of my mouth but, no matter, my moans of joy conveyed how much I approved of what was being done to me.

The cock in my mouth was removed and the owner disappeared from my line of sight and I had no doubt where he was taking it as I heard something like, “Get the fuck outta the way Man, I gotta fuck that pussy ..”

… and fuck it he did. The hot breath that had been so deliciously comforting between my pussy lips suddenly went cold only to be replaced by something hard that and so incredibly hot as I felt it pushing into me. I didn’t need to speculate on what it might be as I envisaged the stiff cock that I had just been sucking was now finding its rightful place … and it felt amazing. As the stiff penis began its slow invasion, I had but just one thought, ‘ Oh my god, how long had it been since I had been so effectively filled?’ I had quite forgotten the delicious sensation that comes from being fucked by a real man-size cock and my squeal of delight as it pushed into me left my violator in no doubt that I approved. He began to rhythmically plunge back and forth and I involuntarily pushed up against him to meet each thrust. I would have told him of my approval but before I could do so I felt the slap of another cock against my cheek and I obligingly made myself dumb by opening my mouth and let myself be filled with another delicious ‘meal’.

I don’t know for sure how long I was tied down and being subjected to this treatment; long enough for all four of them to have cum in my pussy or for me to have sucked them off, some of them did both! Throughout I made it quite clear that I approved what was being done to me which was a bit of a disappointment to ‘the leader’ as I think he was expecting that I would at the very least be outraged by what was happening. The only thing that I was uncomfortable about was that occasionally when I was being ‘mistreated’ that one of the guys would be taking pictures with his cell phone. It was one thing for us to be mutually enjoying ourselves in private but I was uneasy to think that there might be some kind of record being made of the event.

After my third (or maybe it was the fourth) fucking pity was taken on me being tied down and being so helpless. The truth of the matter was that I think the guys were looking toward me being a bit more pro-active and I obliged for I really wanted to be a bit more hands-on (in more than ways than one!) The knots were loosened and I wasted no time in sitting up and to encourage one of the bad boys to come and let me see just how wonderful the sight of a black cock being pushed into a white pussy could be. By this time my thighs, tits and face were well covered in cum but this didn’t deter the guys from working towards giving me more and I was intrigued and delighted that they were able to do so. I must have been turned every which way as one after the other they took turns to fuck my willing cunt. I had just the best time and lost count of the number of orgasms that the clever boys bought me.

Eventually even they began to flag and it was late in the evening when the leader told the others something along the line of it was time to back off and for us all to get the hell out of there before security or someone came by to spoil our fun. However, for reasons that I didn’t understand (or rather, in my befuddled state didn’t give any mind) he insisted that the guy with the cell phone took a picture of me and him together and, just for a joke, he wanted to have me wear one of the pieces of harness around my neck like a leash with him holding the other end. What the heck, by that time I was in such an exhausted state he could have got me to do anything.

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My Son’s Naked Cam Show, Ch. 06

Reread, Reviewed, Revised, and Rewritten:

Continued from Chapter 05:

Susan and Natalie retired to Susan’s bedroom with me tagging along behind them. Ready to film them, hopefully stripping one another naked and having lesbian sex with one another, I held my camcorder in my hand and at the ready to record. Something that I had never expected they’d do, surprised that they’d really go through with it, mother and daughter were about to have sex, lesbian sex. My mother and my grandmother were about to strip one another naked and have sex with one another. My sexual fantasy waiting to happen, I couldn’t believe it.

‘Better than having local celebrities appearing naked on my neighborhood, naked, cam show, I can’t believe this is really happening. I can’t believe they agreed to strip one another naked and go through with having lesbian sex,’ I thought. ‘I can’t believe they’re going to masturbate one another while eating one another. I can’t believe they’re going to fuck one another with a strap-on dildo. I can’t believe my mother is going to have sex with my grandmother.’

Not wanting to miss any of the sexual action, I never removed my eyes from them. Something that I had never seen before, the first time seeing them both naked together, I couldn’t believe that I was going to see that now. I’m so glad that I started my own neighborhood, naked, cam show. I’m so happy that my mother and grandmother volunteered to appear on my show naked.

I couldn’t wait to see them both naked at the same time. I couldn’t wait to see them in bed making out with one another while removing their clothes. I couldn’t wait to watch them touching and feeling one another everywhere that a mother should never touch and feel her daughter and a daughter should never touch and feel her mother.

‘Better than watching two women going at it, one of those women is my mother and the other woman is my grandmother. How unbelievable is that? Incestuous sex doesn’t get any better than this,’ I thought.

Wishing that I had asked them to have lesbian sex before, I couldn’t believe that they agreed to have lesbian sex with one another now. Much hotter than mother and son sex, I couldn’t believe that I was ready to watch mother and daughter sex. With me quietly sitting in the corner of my mother’s bedroom, and with them ignoring me as if I wasn’t even there, they made themselves comfortable in the middle of my mother’s king-sized bed.

Waiting for them to begin, I watched them with great sexual anticipation. I couldn’t wait for my mother to undress my grandmother. I couldn’t wait for my grandmother to strip my mother naked. A good location for me to follow all of the sexual action with my camera, from here, I could film them from any angle.

So very sexually exciting, shockingly, I had never even seen them kiss, French kiss, before. Then, it happened. They were kissing but not like mother and daughter kissing. They were kissing like lovers, lesbian lovers. As shocking as it was sexually exciting, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. My mother was making out with my grandmother and, returning her sexual affection, my grandmother was making out with my mother.

‘Fuck me,’ I thought. ‘This is so unbelievable. I can’t wait for my friends to see this video of my mother and grandmother having lesbian sex. I can’t wait for everyone to see them naked while masturbating and eating one another. After saving this video to my computer, I can’t wait to watch this video over and again of my mother and my grandmother having lesbian sex.’

Never had I seen anything as sexually hot when watching my mother making out with my grandmother. They made me wish that I was lying in between them and making out with them. They made me wish they had invited me to have a threesome. Yet, not wanting to ruin things by pushing myself on them and being the third wheel, I was content watching them stripping one another naked. I was content watching them making love to one another and having lesbian sex.

‘Wow! This is unbelievable,’ I thought.

While they kissed and kissed, they explored one another’s bodies through their clothes. Susan touched and felt her mother’s big breasts through her blouse and bra. Then, she touched and felt her shapely ass through her short skirt. Natalie touched and felt her daughter everywhere that a mother should never touch and feel her daughter.

In the way that I had made out with my mother and my grandmother before while touching them and feeling them through their clothes, it was sexually exciting watching them explore one another’s shapely bodies through their clothes while making out with one another. Using this as a learning process, I was curious to see how two women made love to one another. I was eager to see them masturbating one another while eating one another.

# # #

‘Oh, my God,’ I thought. ‘I can’t believe this is really happening. I can’t believe my mother and my grandmother Girne Escort are about to have lesbian sex. As shocked as I was sexually excited, I couldn’t wait for them to begin.’

Then, as if there was a silent drumroll going off in my head, I watched my grandmother begin undressing her daughter. Natalie slowly and seductively undressed my mother while making out with her. Instead of waiting for the natural progression of things to happen, with men always rushing things, especially when it comes to sex, I would have already had my mother stripped naked by now.

‘I mean, seriously, with her only wearing four articles of clothing, a blouse, a bra, a short skirt, and panties, how long does it really take to strip her naked,’ I thought? ‘With me having played strip poker with her before, I could strip my mother naked in less than a minute.’

Yet, a learning process for me on how to make love to a woman, with her continually feeling my mother through her clothes while continuing to make out with her, Natalie seemed in no rush to strip her daughter naked. They were both becoming more sexually aroused just by making out and touching and feeling one another through their clothes. My grandmother’s slow seduction of her daughter made it even more sexually exciting. As if they were deliberately, sexually teasing me, they made me crazy with lustful desire. I couldn’t wait for them to strip one another naked.

Finally, as if she was stripping Susan naked while she danced around a pole to music on stage, Natalie continued undressing her daughter while continuing to French kiss her. Something that I never thought I’d see and was so sexually hot to see now, they continued undressing one another while making out with one another. Much different than when men undress women, women were more romantically delicate and lovingly patient when undressing one another. Something that men never do, with them always in a heated rush to cum, as if this first time was their last time having sex, they took their sweet time.

It was so hot watching my mother feel and squeeze her mother’s shapely ass through her clothes before undressing her. Then, as if unwrapping something special, unbuttoning one, slow button at a time, she took her time unbuttoning and removing my grandmother’s blouse. Finally, I watched her feel her mother’s huge, double D, bra clad breasts and finger her erect nipples through her low-cut, sexy, white lace bra.

With them both seemingly in no rush to have sexual orgasms, taking her time undressing her mother as Natalie did undressing her daughter, as soon as she removed my grandmother’s bra, Susan fondled her mother’s naked breasts while sucking her erect nipples. It was erotically exciting watching my mother suck my grandmother’s big, erect nipples. Making me horny, I watched my mother fondle my grandmother’s big breasts while continuing to French kiss her. Unable to help myself, I unzipped myself, pulled out my cock, and slowly stroked myself to a bigger and harder erection while holding the camera steady in my other hand.

‘Glad that I got this on film, by far, perhaps because it was my mother and my grandmother having lesbian sex but this is the hottest sexual seduction that I’ve even seen,’ I thought.

With these sex scenes hotter than the lesbian sex scenes in Gentleman Jack with Anne Lister, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. If it wasn’t enough that I was watching my mother strip her mother naked, I was seeing my mother sucking my grandmother’s naked breasts. As if I had hidden in camera in my mother’s bedroom, instead of just watching it, I was filming it.

Never expecting my mother to have her sexual way with my grandmother’s naked breasts, I’ll be watching this video over and again for the rest of my life while masturbating myself. The hottest sex scenes I ever saw; I still couldn’t believe I was watching my mother having forbidden sex with her mother. With her returning the sexual favor, I couldn’t wait to watch my grandmother have her forbidden sexual way with my mother.

# # #

‘Wow,’ I thought. ‘I don’t believe this. This is so unbelievable. This is truly amazing.’

I couldn’t wait to play this sexual footage on my neighborhood, naked, cam show. Especially for those men who personally know my mother and my grandmother, they’ll go nuts when seeing them both naked while having sex with one another. They’ll be continually masturbating over his video in the way that I’ll constantly be masturbating over this video of my mother and grandmother having incestuous sex.

Excited about them having sex, I couldn’t wait to show everyone my mother having incestuous sex with her mother. I couldn’t wait for my friends to watch my grandmother having lesbian sex with her daughter. I couldn’t wait for my friends to see, not only my mother naked but also my grandmother naked, too, while having incestuous sex with one another. In the way that I’ll be masturbating over Magosa Escort his video, no doubt, my friends will be masturbating over this video, too.

I imagined all the new members who’d flock to watch my video and who’d join just to watch my mother having incestuous sex with my grandmother. I hoped that seeing my mother having sex with her mother would inspire others to have sex with their daughters and with their mothers. With everyone sexually inspired to come out of the closet and embrace incestuous, lesbian sex, forget about mother and son sex, I imagined a whole rash of inspired videos of mother and daughter sex.

# # #

A sexual, learning curve for me, women’s foreplay lasted a lot longer than the foreplay that I had with his mother and/or with grandmother when I had sex with them. After watching my mother and grandmother having lesbian sex, I uncovered the sexual secret of becoming a modern day, Don Juan. If I was making out with my mother or my grandmother while they were naked, sexually excited enough, I already would have mounted them. Indeed, eager to cum in their pussies, having little regard for their sexual orgasms, I’d already be fucking my mother or my grandmother as hard and as fast as I could.

Only, after watching my mother having sex with my grandmother, I now understood why it took women longer to cum. Different than men, all my fault, with me eager to cum, I rushed the foreplay and ruined the sex between us. I needed to be more patient of a lover than a sexual pervert.

After watching them making out while touching and feeling one another, I understood what to do now. I get it. Forget about having selfish sex, I needed to be more of a patient and generous lover. The longer the foreplay, the more sexually aroused they’ll become, and the more sexually satisfying the sex will be.

‘Who knew? I had no idea how to make love to a woman before but now I know,’ I thought.

Much different than men, women seemed in no rush to fuck and cum. Men just wanted to fuck women. Women’s sexual satisfaction was more in the making out and in the foreplay than in the actual fucking. Preferring the touching, the fondling, the holding, the hugging, and the kissing instead, women seemed to more enjoy the foreplay.

If that’s all they did, they seemed content just touching, feeling, and kissing one another while undressing one another than in fucking one another. So impersonal, men were sexually content bending a woman over, lifting her skirt, pulling down her panties, and fucking her from behind. Men are such animals whereas women are lovers.

After watching my mother having sex with my grandmother, their foreplay was just as sexually exciting as their fucking would soon be. I couldn’t wait to watch them fuck one another with a strap-on dildo. I couldn’t wait to watch and hear them having sexual orgasms. I couldn’t wait to try all that I learned on my mother and on my grandmother the next time that I had sex with them.

# # #

Hoping to learn a few things about having sex with women, I couldn’t wait to watch and film my mother masturbating and eating my grandmother’s pussy. I couldn’t wait to watch and film my grandmother fingering and licking her daughter’s pussy. Indeed, watching my mother and my grandmother having lesbian sex was better than watching them having sex with Boston celebrities. Even though I would have enjoyed watching my mother and grandmother having sex with Boston celebrity, movie stars, sex doesn’t get any better than this.

I couldn’t wait to film them having sexual orgasms. I couldn’t wait to hear them and see them cumming. Something that I never thought that I’d ever see, never mind filming, my mother having lesbian sex with her mother, my grandmother was hot. Never believing that I’d ever see them having sex, indeed, I was watching them having lesbian sex now.

Watching them going at one another was so hot. Indeed, with them not rushing the sex but taking their sweet time while enjoying making out with one another while touching and feeling one another, certainly, it was an eyeopener watching two women having lesbian sex. After this learning experience, the next time I have sex with my mother and/or with my grandmother, I now know what to do now and, more importantly, what not to do.

After watching my mother having sex with her mother, I couldn’t wait to have sex with my mother. After watching my grandmother having sex with her daughter, I couldn’t wait to have sex with my grandmother. After watching them having sex with one another, for sure, they’ve made me a better lover. Hopefully, the next time, they’ll invite me to have a threesome with them.

# # #

As if they were alone in a department store fitting room trying on clothes, I watched my grandmother unbutton and unzip her daughter’s short skirt. Sexually pulling down her skirt as if showing my mother how to do a striptease, she stripped my mother down to her Lefkoşa Escort bright white, bikini panties. Horny now, I stared at all that I could see of my mother’s nearly naked pussy through her sheer underwear. I couldn’t believe all that I was seeing. I couldn’t believe all that I was watching through the lens of my camera.

A sucker for women in their lingerie, I love seeing women in their sexy underwear. As far as I’m concerned, women looked better in their sexy lingerie and/or in their sexy nightgowns than they do naked. Seeing a woman in her sheer, bikini panties and her low-cut bra is much sexier than seeing women naked. Leaving it to my horny, imagination, seeing a woman in her short, low-cut, and sheerly revealing nightgown is hotter than seeing a woman topless and/or naked.

I stared at her pussy mound. I stared at her camel toe and her pussy slit. I stared at all that I could see of her blonde, trimmed pubic hair through her sheer panties. Suddenly, wishing that I was having incestuous sex with my mother and/or with my grandmother, I couldn’t wait to watch them licking one another while masturbating one another.

‘I don’t believe this. As stunned as I was sexually excited that they were about to have lesbian sex, this is so hot,’ I thought.

# # #

Natalie cupped my mother’s pussy while rubbing her swollen clit through her underwear. I couldn’t believe that I was seeing. I couldn’t believe all that I was filming. Finally, as if she was unwrapping an expensive Christmas gift, she slowly pushed her panties down and off to reveal my mother’s blonde, trimmed pussy and her shapely, naked ass. As if I was a voyeur watching my mother having sex, better than watching her having sex with a man, I remained quiet while filming my mother and my grandmother going at one another.

‘Fuck me,’ I thought. ‘This is unbelievable.’

Returning the sexual favor, my mother undressed my grandmother while continuing to making out with her. It was so hot to see two women French kissing while watching them touching and feeling one another through their clothes before stripping each other naked. Taking their time with the foreplay and not rushing to complete the sexual act, they were more passionate making out with one another than making out with a man.

While I stroked my erect prick faster and harder, my mother rubbed her mother’s clit faster and harder while finger fucking her pussy. Then, lowering herself halfway down her mother’s sexy and shapely body, I watched my mother lick her mother’s pussy while masturbating her. Hard to wrap my head around, I couldn’t believe that my mother was eating her mother.

It was so hot to watch my mother lick my grandmother’s pussy. It was hot to watch my mother rub her mother’s clit and finger fuck her mother’s naked pussy while masturbating her and fondling her naked breasts. Surprisingly, it didn’t take long for Natalie to cum. Clearly, when having sex with them, I was doing something wrong because whenever I ate my mother and/or my grandmother, it took them forever to cum. No longer sexually pleasurable, my jaw was sore from licking them.

Sexually frustrating for both, sometimes, they didn’t even cum. Maybe the secret was in the length of the foreplay. Instead of diving in her pussy and masturbating her while licking her, I needed to make out with her more while touching and feeling her more. In the way that they took their time with one another, I needed to take my time with them.

“Susan. Oh, my God, Susan. Don’t stop licking me. Don’t stop finger fucking me. Don’t stop eating me. I’m going to cum. Mommy is going to cum,” said Natalie.

# # #

As soon as she had her sexual orgasm, they rested while enjoying the afterglow of sex. Now it was Natalie’s turn to have sex with her daughter. Now, it was Natalie’s turn to eat my mother’s pussy. Something I thought that I’d never see, never mind film, I couldn’t wait to watch Natalie going at her daughter’s pussy with her fingers and with her tongue.

It was Natalie’s turn to make it her way down her daughter’s beautiful, naked body. Kissing and licking her as she went, she masturbated her daughter with a vibrator. Then, not stopping there, as if she was being fucked by a black man with a big cock, she fucked my mother with a big, black dildo.

“Mom. Mom. Oh, my God, mom. I’m cumming. I’m cumming. Don’t stop rubbing my clit. Don’t stop licking me. Don’t stop fucking me with that dildo. I’m cumming, mom. I’m cumming.”

Again, once Susan had her sexual orgasm, they rested while basking in the afterglow of sex.

Unable to control myself, I walked to my mother’s side of the bed. As soon as I did and leaned over her, as if expecting me to do what I did, she turned her head to me and opened her mouth. My MILF of a mother wrapped her soft, warm hand around my erect prick and took my stiff prick inside her mouth. She stroked me while sucking me.

Already sexually excited from watching them having sex, ready to cum, it didn’t take me long to shoot a load of cum in my mother’s mouth. Then, moving quickly to the other side of the bed, I leaned over my grandmother and as soon as I did, she turned to me and took my erect prick in her mouth. I exploded another load of cum in my grandmother’s mouth.

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He was kneeling on the carpeted floor in her bedroom, still in his clothes, his face between her legs, licking at her closely trimmed pussy with those slow movements that she preferred. She was half on the bed, green dressing gown open from the waist down, her smooth legs on either side of him. When she was ready her hands went quickly to her snatch and clit, rubbing herself to an orgasm. As she screamed, she placed her naked feet steadily on the floor, buckled, and held him firmly between her thighs. Then it was time for him to start again.

His mouth hurt, but he couldn’t stop. Not now.

His aunt had sent his cousins away to summer camp. They were a distraction, she said. They would stay there until after his mother came to pick him up.

“That will give us a couple of days,” she said, stroking his chest on the porch. His cousins were in the car, screaming with excitement.

He mumbled something, couldn’t even hear himself, but she nodded, her eyes like a predator. Licking at her dark red lips she pushed him back inside the house, away from her children’s eyes. There, grabbing a fistful of hair, making him cry out in pain, she fondled his crotch. She left him with his cock in his pants, walked away like nothing had happened.

When she returned, he was still on the ground floor. He hadn’t been able to move much, just go back and forth across the living room. To the couch, where it had happened. He stared at it. That was yesterday, he thought with a terrible excitement. Only yesterday, and his life wasn’t the same anymore. Once upon a time he would have missed her when she was gone. This time he dreaded her return, imagined what she would do to him. He jerked himself off several times, but never enough. And he felt filthy afterwards. He knew that she wouldn’t like that, so he washed himself closely every time. He’d scrubbed himself pink.

When she returned, she walked in and sat on the couch and asked him to show her how grateful he was.

“Yes,” he whispered, and with jerking motions he stepped across the floor.

“Not like that,” she said.

He stopped, shivered. He had done something bad again. “H-how?”

She spread her legs a little, pointing at the floor. “Down there. On your knees.”

Looking all around him, he did as she said. The floorboards were painful against his knees, cold against the palms of his hands. But at the same time, they reminded him of the first time. He looked up at her and felt himself grow hard again, painfully because of all the times he had stroked himself to an orgasm today. But that didn’t seem to matter. Only she mattered, looking down at him, dragging him one crawling step at a time with the point of her finger.

He rested his head on her thigh, sighed against it. He was so tired, just wanted to give up, finally. As she petted him, he cried against her pants. He jumped, but she pressed him down again.

“It’s okay,” she whispered. “You are ashamed. I can understand that. You behaved very badly yesterday, my little prude.”

He turned to look up at her, eyes streaming, big and wet. “I am so sorry.”

She smiled, stroking his cheek, dragging away the tears. “Call me auntie. Like you used to, remember?”

“Yes,” he said with a trembling smile and a hiccup. “Auntie …”

“Feels better, doesn’t it?”

He nodded, smiling through the tears. “So … You aren’t angry with me anymore?”

At first, she didn’t answer, continuing to look down at him, an enigmatic smile playing on her dark red lips. Then she waved him off her, and as he obeyed, again terrified, she unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down, showing her black cotton panties. She asked him to put her pants on the comfy chair.

Then she spread her legs again. “Show me how grateful you are.”

Moving with a desperation that came from deep inside of him he pressed against her crotch, like a kitten, dragging his whole head against her. He could feel the hairs moving between her skin and the cuddly underwear. Soon enough, the air was full of her scent, drowning out the sweeter notes of flowery perfume. She smelt like something dangerous, something wild.

He pressed his open mouth against her, breathed it in.

“That’s it,” she said, caressing his head. “You really are grateful, aren’t you?”

He didn’t look up, but moved his head up and down against her. It was smooth, and something else too, something wet. He licked at the dark stain and shivered all the way down to his cock.

“You want to taste me?” she asked.

“Yes …”

“Yes, what?”

He looked up at her, mouth open and tongue still pressed against her cottony wetness. He felt himself drooling, wiped himself off. “Yes, please, auntie?”

“God boy.”

It started then. For two whole days she made him do things for her, lick her, stroke his cock. Most of the time she would do it for him. When she let him cum, she raised her dripping fingers to his mouth. He felt his own bitter taste on the sweet skin of her hand.

But she never used her mouth on him again, Girne Escort and he caught himself staring at that dark red mouth, wishing that he could feel her lips wrap around his cock again, feel her smooth tongue. See it! He never dared to ask, but she smiled a wicked smile at him, curling her lips in ecstasy as she came in another glorious orgasm.

And never did she let him finish her. Her hand would push him away, sometimes painfully, and he would stay between her legs, eyes held tight on her slippery fingers moving in and out of her, flipping across her clit, faster and faster. He held his mouth open, waiting.

It always felt like a punishment, another sign that he was worthless. All he was good for, he felt, was licking her clean afterwards. He was happiest when she told him to do it, when she stroked him all over his face with her dripping hand, shoved her fingers down his throat.

She was his aunt, and she loved him. Even though he was useless, she loved him. When the night came, when she was done with him, she would let him curl up against her on the bed and whisper, “Good boy, good boy.”

It was the third day after the two most intense days of his entire life. He was only an open mouth for her by then. She could smile and talk about ordinary things as they sat down to eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner, but it was harder for him to concentrate as he knew that she would soon spread her legs under the table. She didn’t have to tell him to go down there anymore. She would expect, him anticipate. As he found his place beneath her again, in the dark, chin dragging against the hard chair, she would sit back, finish a glass of water in comfort.

She had taken him upstairs after dinner.

“Now,” she said, as he continued to lick at the less sensitive parts of her pussy, like she always wanted him to do after an orgasm. “Your mother will pick you up tomorrow.”

He moved his head to look at her. All he could see was the smooth green dressing gown dragging across her taut upper body. He could see her fingers waving in the air far above her head. Then they stopped. Her face came up to glare at him.

“Did I tell you to stop?” she asked.

“No!” He buried himself in her pussy again. Still, it was uncomfortable her talking about his mother at a time like this. It made him conscious of the situation he was in, similar to the first time. He remembered when he had said hello to his aunt as his mother dropped him off. She had stayed to talk for a while. All he could think of, back then, was how closely they resembled each other.

Now, one of those bodies meant a completely different thing. The other was still something ordinary. Pure. He started to cry again.

He missed his mother.

“So,” she continued, moaning under her breath as she came closer to an orgasm again, “we have some things to talk about, some adult things. When we do you should make yourself scarce. Can you do that for me?”

He nodded against her, feeling her fleshy lips drag against his nose. She squealed.

“Good boy! I knew I could trust you. She doesn’t have it easy, you know, right now, with her job and everything. She is glad to have you, but it gets lonely sometimes. I know. So, she needs someone to talk to once in a while, and I’m her sister, so …”

Her body arched with tension. She pushed him off, finished herself in just a few seconds. Screams filled the room. Panting she collapsed on the bed.

“Clean it up, will you?” she mumbled, quivering. “Oh … Really good boy.”

She dragged her wet fingers through his hair as he quickly did as she asked. When he was done, he sat back on his knees again, waiting for another instruction. Sometimes she just wanted him to look at her in the afterglow.

“Come up here.”

He heard her voice, but at first, he couldn’t believe it. Still uncertain he followed her legs as she pulled herself up on the bed, stretched herself out comfortably, still naked from the waist down. He cuddled up against her, one of her arms around him, and whimpered as the fingers of her other hand found his crotch.

“Shh …” she soothed as she dragged him out.

His cock immediately started to tremble and leak in her skillful hand. She hadn’t let him cum all day, and it was late evening. He couldn’t see the trees outside her bedroom window anymore. Gratefully he let out a whimper as her fingers circled around him, made a slow motion up and down.

“You’ve been so good today, my little prude,” she said, and kissed him on the top of his head. “So hard. All day. Poor boy.”

A couple of quick movements drove him close to the edge. He gasped as she forced him closer. He wanted her to go slower, this was too much pleasure all at once. Then–

“You’ve been such a good boy,” she whispered as she stopped. “But your mother picks you up tomorrow. You should get your sleep. I don’t want her thinking I did something wrong to you.”

Still covered with his precum she stroked his cheek and jaw. Her fingers found his Magosa Escort mouth. He knew what to do. She nodded when she heard him almost choking on her.

“And I don’t want you doing something in your room either. It’s laundry day tomorrow, and I planned to make your mother help me. As an excuse, you know? Now, what would she say if she saw a large stain on your sheets? She would ask me about it, wouldn’t she? Ask me if her son had misbehaved himself.”

He was still hard when she touched him again, her fingers circling him, squeezing him.

“A son that is still hard when I talk about his mother,” she whispered. “No, not a very good boy at all. A bad boy, a filthy boy.”

He started to shake, half with terror, half with excitement as her hand continued to finger his length. She made him scream with one last squeeze before she let him go, looking at the precum in the dim light. It was too dark to see really. Smiling, her lips seemed black. Her eyes glinted in the darkness.

“Go to your bed now,” she said in her normal voice. “Remember what I said. No touching.”

“No, auntie.”

“Good boy. If you’re good I will give you a special treat before you go. A kiss.”

He gasped. “A-a …”

“Yes. Leave me now. I’m tired of you.”

He quickly prepared himself for sleep, still too hard and excited to dare touch himself. In his own room he lay himself flat on his back, terrified of everything she had told him. If his mother saw cum-stains on his sheets she would think that he was some kind of degenerate. She wouldn’t look at him for the whole ride home. And he needed her smiles now, her comforting presence.

He closed his eyes, imagining his mother, her kind face. But he hadn’t imagined it for long before he saw his aunt’s shadow on it. He started to fantasize about the special treat that she had promised him. A kiss. She had never kissed him before, not for real. Only on the cheek. He imagined what it would be like. Soft, tender, her mouth full of sweet promises, the way that lovers kissed.

Love, he thought, and couldn’t stop the specter of his mother showing up against the uncontrollable impressions always following the thoughts about his aunt.

“No, no …” he whimpered, still hard. His aunt had left a mark that would never go away. Not even now. With no ability to stop it he saw his mother’s face, so alike his aunt’s, how they slithered in and out of each other, blending together.

His aunt crawled between his legs. His mother came closer. His aunt pressed a sweet kiss against his cock, opened her mouth.

It was his mother’s tongue that licked him.

He beat his arms against the side of his bed, wanted to scream. Eventually he fell in a pitiful sleep. He dreamt wonderful dreams, full of horror. Next morning, when he looked himself in the mirror, he saw a misused face. He didn’t recognize himself. He looked older somehow, wiser.

“Baby!” his mother shouted as she saw him. She rushed from the breakfast table, put her arms around him. “When I told you to help your aunt around the house, I didn’t mean it like this.”

“I’m just tired,” he said.

“I can see that”, she said, looking at her sister. “What did you make him do?”

His aunt looked back, smiling. “Nothing. Drain some pipes, clean the floor.”

“Come now, sit down and have something to eat,” his mother told him, never letting go off him. She would have fed him if her sister hadn’t looked at her in a sardonic way.

“What?” she asked her. “Can’t I miss him?”

“Sure,” she said.

He felt her glances throughout breakfast. A part of him felt the pull of the floor under the table. He imagined himself crawling under it as usual. He saw himself open his mouth, gasping and licking at her excited pussy. He imagined his mother’s legs right next to him.

He shivered, moved to make it more comfortable in his pants.

This time though, he knew what she meant, and as soon as he had eaten enough, he excused himself, told them that he had to finish a book. He held it over his crotch as he went outside. Despite the painful erection it felt freeing going around like this. He remembered his first days here. He couldn’t understand it.

At the base of a tree, he found a familiar spot, sat himself down. Soon he found himself lost in exciting espionage again. He laughed out loud a couple of times. Then he fell silent, looking at the house.

The laundry room was this way, he remembered, and now he heard voices coming through the open window. His mother and aunt. They hadn’t suspected him down there.

“I understand that!” his aunt said.

“You don’t understand”, said his mother. She sounded exhausted.

“Yes, I do. You miss someone. That’s all. Nothing to be ashamed of. And no biggie either.”

“Easy for you to say.”

“Why? You think it’s so easy, three kids this far from town?”

His mother hesitated. “That’s true!” she exclaimed, but lowered her voice immediately. “How can you be so calm about it?”

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“I don’t understand.”

“Just buy it.”

“Buy– Oh, no, I couldn’t!”

“Why not?”

“But, because …”

“Tell me, I’m curious.”

“No, I …”

“You’re really blushing!”

“Stop it …”

“No, why is it so unthinkable?”

“Because, every time I think about it, I see a … young man … down there … and I can’t …”

“It makes you think about …?”

“Yes! Are you happy now?”

“No, not really. Why don’t you get an older one?”

“Oh, please! I’ve seen plenty enough of men my age! No, I don’t want to, and that’s that. I don’t want to go a sleezy website, don’t want to speak to them, and especially don’t want to look at them.”

“So, you …?”

“Yes, a lot. But I’m fine, so I won’t. Got it?”

“Sure, sis.” His aunt chuckled.

“It’s just horrible really.”

“Work?”

“Everything really. But yeah, mostly that.”

By then they had finished loading the washing machine, and as they disappeared into the living room or kitchen again, he lost their voices. Still, he couldn’t lift the book again.

Had they been talking about a … “Personal trainer?” he whispered to himself, and the thought about his conservative mother in a everything in the open training outfit immediately made him blush.

He shook his head, clearing his thoughts.

As if his mother needed to go to the gym! For her age she was beautiful, still in great shape. Like his aunt.

But he shouldn’t think about that.

Finally, he finished the book. A quick read, but it had taken him until the last moment to finish it. He looked at the sky. They had to get going soon, or else they would have to stop for lunch somewhere. Sneaking through the door he didn’t escape the notice of them in the living room. His mother sat on the couch, his aunt on the comfy chair.

“Hey, dear, we’ll let this lie soon,” his mother said. “Have you packed?”

“Going to,” he said.

She nodded, evidently still captivated by the last words of her sister. He left them to go upstairs.

It felt all weird going up there now. He felt it in his soul. Even his things didn’t feel the same anymore. He didn’t think that he ever wanted to return here, not alone. It was his decision, he knew, and backing into the corridor he stared at a stain on his aunt’s bedroom carpet. He shut the door. Then, on a hunch, he went into the spare guest room, into the large closet. He took in the light, the smells. A flowery shadow still hung in the air. He breathed it in. He would always remember this place.

As he stood there, the smell seemed to grow stronger. He felt himself stiffen, but tried to ignore it. Only the thought of his mother downstairs stopped him from screaming as he felt hands on his shoulders, a couple of soft dark lips real close to his ear, whispering, “Promised you a kiss, didn’t I?”

He stared at the open door, through the guest room, all the way to the empty stairway. He tried to fight it as one of her hands travelled down his shivering breast, over his sensitive belly. Still, he couldn’t help himself as he grew longer and harder beneath her touch. She knew him too well by now.

Gasping he saw her get on her knees in front of him, saw her tearing at his tight jeans. She pulled them down with a strength that pushed him against the window. No, no, no … he thought. But she was too beautiful as she spread her dark red lips, reached out with her tongue between them. Soon he forgot everything else, and as she continued his mother could have stood on the staircase, outside looking in, right there in the closet with them, without him being able to think about anything else than her soft-hard lips, her swirling tongue, her locks of hair, her lusty expression as she choked on him, made him grimace with the intensity of it. He screamed as she forced him down her throat. What was pain, what was pleasure, he didn’t know anymore.

He couldn’t hold on. As he came in her mouth, he beat his head against the window. He moaned in synch with her continued sucking. Like the first time she didn’t stop immediately. He grasped at her hair, but couldn’t push her away, not even when he squealed in pain. He moved his hips closer to her.

When she was done, she released him with a juicy pop, and still on her knees in front of him she helped him back inside the trousers, buckled him up. As she did, he saw dark red lipstick stains on his white underwear. She winked as she locked them in.

She gave him her hands. He lifted her off the floor, and when she turned to leave, he followed her. He was used to it, and she seemed to anticipate it. She glanced at him in the mirror as she went into the bathroom, opened the medicine cabinet. With casual movements she straightened her look, applied a new layer of lipstick. In a few minutes she once again looked like the perfect single mom, ready to pick her kids up at summer camp.

But she would flock the other parents around her. She had a look about her. He felt himself drawn to it. He started to get down on his knees.

“Your mother is waiting in the car,” she said. She held his gaze through the mirror. “I told her that I would pick you up next weekend, that I had some work for you. You don’t mind, do you?”

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It was a few days later when I kept trying to piece together what happened that I invited over men who were at least a few years above me. Each night would end in guys uncomfortable with my transition, asking me if they were gay, or asking for head before never calling again. The times that I was able to wrap my lips around them and stroke them onto my tongue, thoughts that I was going to look up and see those enchanting blue eyes of Evan kept coming back. A mouthful of some cum wasn’t enough to fulfill me even with a few of them who were daring enough to reach down and try halfheartedly to stroke my cock, so I sat in my bed sipping my beer after my latest disappointment and let my head wander.

The more I thought about my Dad the worse I felt, which I promptly killed with another drink. My hand wandered with a beer tucked in my left one, soon wrapping my fist around my clit that had risen out of my panties.

Grabbing the report from my attack that night, I sat back and curiously read through it while thinking of my father. He had arrived at the station clearly in a panic, picked me up in his arms and carried me out to the car before returning and punching out the man who had attacked me. He must have recklessly charged without regard to the police there. Picturing his strong arms holding me tightly with his shirt slightly open, I let one finger tease the surface of my hole.

I stroked it and let my drunk thoughts lead the way, moaning and licking my fingers clean of the dribbling cum that ran down the tip of my cock with every few pushes against the tight ring of my hole. I kept imagining his cologne mixed with my spit and running my tongue over the tip of his cock. My laptop soon rested beside me in the bed and I looked for what would help my needs. I found a nice video someone had captioned of a trans girl who had given into her father and was being fucked by him. It read, “Daddy knows you’ve been so horny since you started your hormones. Don’t worry, I’m gonna teach you everything you need.”

The man in the video was at least a decade older than her and he held her on her side, entering her with a visible shot of her ass stretching to take him. Once inside of her the video changed to a mash up of him pressing her down on his cock to throat train her, fucking her in a multitude of positions, and eventually filling her up from behind with her cock tucked behind her legs. The force of him fucking her could be seen through the ripple in her legs and ass, and upon pulling out she leaked more cum than I knew a man could give. Her eyes rolled back and you could see him mouthing the caption.

“That’s Daddy’s beautiful girl. You’re not done yet.”

As he continued her eyes grew softer and softer with her resistance draining to the point where she was little more than a love doll that he held close to keep him satisfied. She was soon on her back with her legs pressed like I had been dreaming about. Begging him with loyal eyes that could only hope he would finally let her cum. She had large spurts of thick cum spray onto her own face with her diligent partner pulling out and licking it up from her face with a passionate kiss.

I saved it and began hunting for more. Hundreds of pics of daddy daughter incest soon filled my drive and hours of edging only reaffirmed what I knew. I needed to feel my own Dad cum inside me like that. I ached for his beard to brush against my skin as he kissed me no matter how messy I was and tell me how proud he was.

The next video that eased my tension was a couple role playing, the trans woman on her back as she screamed in pleasure. “Dad! Please may I cum?” She yelled for him and he leaned down to kiss her as he nodded. Each time his cock slammed into her all the way to the base her cock would twitch strongly and cover her own face in cum. The man in the video finger fucked her mouth as she moaned for her Daddy. She was taken by his tight grip when he breathed into her ear, biting it gently as he said, “Daddy wants you to stay right here okay?”

The beers continued to pile as I touched and I became a sloppy drunk mess of a slut touching herself to thoughts of her father. I stretched the ring of my ass until at least three fingers could fit inside with one pushing against my prostate. The sensation shot through my body like sparks but my insides began to ache for more when I let the words finally drop from my tongue. “Dad. Please fuck me.” I thumped my prostate harder and harder, lust and fury concocting a plan in my head to open the doors to my fathers heart.

I could almost smell the house and his cologne smattered with sweat staining the front of my crotch. How his blue eyes would pierce my fear when he looked up from his lips that would leave trails of his spit all over the head of my cock, letting them drip into his beard which would press to the shaft of my cock when he took his next long lick. In the near frightening mania of exploration that had consumed me, I forgot that Kıbrıs Escort others might be out there. Edging further I panted while setting up accounts to outlet my frustration.

My fingers were wet with lube, pressing as hard as they could to my spot. As the pressure was applied my shoulders would give way and my ass would lift into the air. Letting my tongue roll out I dripped spit onto my pillow and fingered myself harder, lifting my legs and thinking of how he would press them back to my shoulders.

Maybe there was a way for me to attract others who would be interested in a committed role play, or as I thought further, maybe my Dad would see it. Setting my camera on my table and aiming it towards my bed, I pressed record for the first time and smiled for the camera. I uploaded a short video of me fingering my ass, spreading for the camera and telling my viewers that I wanted my own father to fuck me, to cum inside me, and even to rape me if he had to. I could only focus on grinding him hard through his jeans when he would one day come home and pin me to the wall with only hunger.

His breath could stink of whiskey and the day’s work as he would rip my panties from me and sink inside my lubricated and ready hole. The camera saw my clit bobbing with every finger hitting my spot one by one. I begged harder into the camera with my thoughts consumed with fantasies of Evan pinning my wrists and leaving me a sloppy creampie. I came on camera with drops even hitting the lens from my tension and created a false account on reddit, onlyfans, and other sites to upload my material that gained fans in just a few short days. Each night I found it was harder and harder to get off unless I let the words “Dad please cum inside me ” leave my lips.

I read as much as I could and my porn collection looked just like the addiction of any guy you might find on campus, but I wondered what theirs were filled with instead. It only got stronger as time passed, diverting my already flimsy attention from school. I’d flirt with older men online and hold out my tongue for the camera, wishing I could taste the thick loads of cum they dumped out again and again. Men begged me to live with them and be their daughter, but I told them I had plans to seduce my own. A few others still let me practice my blowjob skills on them which I happily entertained.

Three times a week at least I invited men older than forty to my dorm and blew them until they couldn’t cum anymore. None of them were allowed to go near my ass despite how horny I was, each time resulting in me pushing their hands away or asking them to leave. I got ideas from people online and embraced my fetish with nightly dedication on how exactly to show my Dad I was into him. Some of them advised wearing skimpy outfits for him to see, but my real plan came from a random overheard conversation from two of the guys in my class.

One of them was giggling to his friend about leaving a very simple file behind in a download he hosted. Jotting down notes while pretending not to listen to the two most irritating men in my class, I crafted my little seed in half an hour. Each time I would make a file I would hide my little surprise inside it for the day that I was waiting for so patiently. When my Dad called again I had to bite my tongue. It was around ten in the morning and I rolled over to find my phone buzzing next to me and answered without trying to sound weary.

“Morning Dad.” I groaned.

“Hey, I’m sorry it’s been so long since we last talked.” He said with a hollow and mournful tone.

“Don’t even worry about it! I’ve just been hiding my booze in my room so I don’t make a mess again.” I tried to clean my room silently so he wouldn’t hear the clink of the bottles hitting each other in the trash bag.

“Don’t let that girl catch you at the door, she had some crazy in her eyes you know. I’m still worried about how much you’re drinking. You do some interesting things when you get a few in. Oh by the way, have you gone downstairs to the lobby yet?” His voice warbled with anxiety. “I didn’t know if you were serious when we talked.”

“No, why? Serious about what?” I asked as I slid on a shirt.

“Well the card is a little weird but I think you might like what’s waiting for you.” He chuckled. “Just go check it out.”

“Alright gimme just a second.” I laughed as I pulled on pants and stumbled for the door with bare feet. Taking the elevator down I found Katie with a grimace as she pointed to the vase on the front counter brimming with roses. “Did you..?” He giggled a little into his phone as I went over and picked up the vase to take it back upstairs. Opening the card as I got back into my room and set the vase on the desk I read it aloud into the phone. “I hope these make up for all of the ones who never brought you them, and even if you’re feeling like you’re alone out there, you’re still the only girl in my life – Dad.” I was unsure what to say.

“It Lefkoşa Escort isn’t weird right?” He asked nervously.

“Dad, it’s probably the sweetest thing anyone has done for me. Hell if you were here I’d just have to kiss you.” I said without thinking and then tried to backtrack. “On like the cheek! I mean in a thank you way.” As I tripped over my words he just laughed harder and harder. “Dad, thank you so much. I don’t think I’m allowed to be all bubbly like this.”

“No one gets to tell you how to feel Gabby. I’m still kind of figuring that out. I’ve got to run some errands but I’ll give you a call tonight okay? Love you kiddo.” When he hung up I held the card close and tucked it into my wallet.

Cleaning my room and dreaming like he was going to drop in at any moment I planned out my routine and ways that I could get closer to him. Dad enjoyed some of the simpler things in life despite people trying to pull him away from the pleasures that helped ease his mind. Golf and video games were the only hobbies I ever got to see him make time for outside of a good book. Video games were familiar but the other was a new world.

How do you make a man happy who is so afraid to find out what could even make him happy in the first place? The more I dwelled on it, the more my thoughts went back to whispering in his ear how much I loved him, and that only went right back to the lust I had for him. I’d sit like a teenager and hold the card to my chest with his smile just behind my eyes.

Yoga became a daily practice so I could practice for when I’d be fucked, and I bought a thick pink dildo to stretch with from a local sex shop. My ass was slow progress but each time it hurt I thought of my Dad’s sweat dripping onto my body as he pounded me. I fit the toy inside me to the base in just three days but it wasn’t a substitute for the real thing. Videos were uploaded day after day of me begging and stretching out further.

Whenever the toy would reach my spot I’d start to beg out loud and my tongue would roll out as I moaned my Dad’s name. The kind people online helped me see how I was normal for my interest and the fear lessened. I needed my Dad to see what I wanted.

It took me another week to filter out anyone I could potentially work with to help me get closer to my Dad. He had a short list of people close to him so I worked the list and found the one most likely to frequent porn sites, or material of trans girls. Acceptance of the community worked in my favor as Seattle was lit up with LGBT pride despite the opposition but Oregon was another story. I was miles away but it helped me with putting myself out there for the fans. Here is where I found his friend and set my plan into motion.

He was an older man and not as tech savvy as most, and made mistakes. His email was public knowledge so I set up a quick way to find which sites he hit. Gold was struck when I saw him log online and masturbate to trans porn. I messaged him and began trading the videos I had made begging for my Daddy. He watched every video I had and was in the fan base who begged me to live with him, and that’s when I let it slip.

Asking him what town he was from I faked nervous interest because my Dad happened to live there. He offered then to help me with my plan and after playing hard to get I sent him a picture of Evan. The loyal fan was excited, telling me he knew my Dad from the same office building. I fed him all the stories of how horny I was around my father, including my pretend secret of being even more pliable once I had a beer or two in me. By the end of November he was wrapped around my finger and I gave him my last name so he could confirm who I was.

I told him I’d be so conflicted if my Dad found my videos, but the more we talked the more he helped me without knowing. I sent him every scrap of material with my nudity and something extra inside. The moment he passed it to my father out of guilt or perverse intent I would notice. I’d message him daily with new nude pictures that my online community would get later. He asked me why I hadn’t told my Dad yet, and a little more of the truth came out than I intended to share as I explained this internal fear of him either not finding me attractive or cutting ties to avoid me.

Some nights with a few too many beers piled next to my bed, I would sit and talk with my fans about how to validate and respect my dad without manipulating him. Ultimately I was governed by lust as I set out to show him my desire, but I did care and wanted to make him happy.

December first, my Dads IP lit up my screen as a source of where my files had ended up. Carefully watching, I watched as one by one the posts I had made were viewed and counted the time in between the pings, sure that he was taking his sweet time with each of my slutty videos and pictures. I logged on and made sure to post something he couldn’t forget. His IP found it minutes after I uploaded, Girne Escort and sitting in class I grinned as I played out the video in my head. If he had watched all of the other material I figured all I had to do was push the right buttons in the most recent one.

“Dad, I want to feel your cock. No other boy has used my little hole and I want to feel you fill me up. Please give me your cum, it’s not like you’ll get me pregnant. Teach me how to be a good girl. Don’t you want me to make a boy happy one day? I know it’s wrong, I think about it every day and night, I want you so badly I can’t think of anything else.” The toy slid in and out of my hole, each time the base was reached I practiced my slutty drooling face until the moment came.

“Dad, please fuck me!” I cried out into the camera as my clit trembled and began to spurt my load up onto my breasts and even my face. I cleaned it all up in front of his view and thanked him before the video finished. He had viewed it multiple times before downloading it.

I spent my night working with a drink in hand at my laptop as I explored more. Each of my pics were saved one by one from my site and then the videos. He was collecting them. I wrote out a rough script of ideas and went live on camera. The script was taped on the wall behind the camera, and I interacted with the fans one by one. I led the conversation to the topic of incest with little help from guys and slowly stripped down. The list of people watching rose once I was on my knees with my face visible as I called out for my Dad, and my lubed fingers pushed into my hole further as I got louder.

I showed them my large dildo and the reactions went through the roof. They begged me until an anonymous message showed up on my screen.

“If you really want to take your Dad’s cock, get on that toy and ride it for him.”

For him. I froze and wondered before lubing the toy and pressing it to my hole. I was on my knees facing the camera and began to sink down. The same user appeared.

“All the way, what if his cock is bigger than yours or that toy? Would you be able to take it?”

Suddenly I thought of him on his computer. Something ran through my head of what he must be aching for. The toy sank in halfway and a heavy moan echoed out of my mouth. I rode it harder and harder until the viewers could hear me thumping the floor beneath. When it was to the base the first spray of cum dripped without my control down my front and onto the carpet. I rode harder and saw the next message.

“Say it G.P.” My initials.

I bent over so my face was at camera level as I rode it harder. “Dad. I want you to be the first one back there. Please cum inside and try to breed me.” More and more cum kept dripping and my largest orgasm felt like a trap I was walking into. I begged again.

“Dad, I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum on your cock! Can I please cum?” I screamed louder than I should have in the dorms and was sure the hall heard me. Cum sprayed across the floor and got all over my keyboard. The twitches of my cock kept letting more and more spurt like I was a hose.

“I wish my Dad would hold me, I’m so tired now.” I let out more and more slow spurts as I ran my hands softly over my body. “I want to snuggle up onto his chest when he’s all done with me. We could fall asleep still covered in lube and cum every night.”

I thanked the fans when I could breath and typed out a message.

“I really wish my Dad saw this tonight so he could show up and fuck me in the middle of the night. I’m a little tipsy but I’d happily let him fill me up. No one else is allowed to have my hole back there. If anyone out there is willing to help me practice giving head so I’m the best when I see him, leave me a nice message ok?”

I signed off and cleaned up my cum, retiring to bed with a beer in hand and staring at the ceiling. Hours ticked by one by one of me nervously checking my phone with my heart in my head. No messages from him ever got to me but a glimmer of hope remained in the slowly ticking list of IP addresses that my site logged. When the clock finally struck 6 am I fell asleep next to the pile of bottles and my laptop.

No beautiful blue eyes greeted me when I woke, just the smell of cum and a distinct fear that I was going to break my family. Checking the files, I saw that the user who had dropped my initials in chat had left me a message before deleting their account.

It read, “What a horny little girl you are. You’re going to wish you hadn’t begged so hard when your pussy is form fit to my cock. I need to feel you. Please keep making videos every day. When I see you next I’m going to make you a woman.” Was this my actual Dad, a similarly skilled web user, or a roleplayer who got lucky? In my heart I knew only Evan would know my initials but I fought the growing hope inside me.

I slept through the day but woke up every few hours to pout that he wasn’t at my dorm and hadn’t left me any messages. Around five pm I finally got out of bed and stumbled into the shower. Once I was clean I sat back, picked up my phone and texted my Dad with a good evening, waiting for a reply that wouldn’t show up that day or the next few. As the days dragged on I sent him a few more messages with no answer.

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GrandDaughter In Law Pt. V

Opa said, “As always a good choice my slut. Will you be working with her to start or to finish?”

Nana replied, “Start this time.”

Opa said, “Take her over to fitting and get her ready, I know you will use straps and cuffs which is fine for this one.”

(New)

Twenty minutes later found Cindy fitted in a garter belt and stockings. Firmly strapped and cuffed to the chair and a ball gag secured in her mouth. Cindy’s breasts were tied causing her breast to lift off her chest.

The chair to which Cindy was bound was on a riser stage that had her green eyes facing directly into the studio lighting.

Nana entered the stage and Cindy could only hear Nana’s steps as she approached as the lighting was making it almost completely impossible to see.

Nana knelt and attached the Hitachi to the leather sling which Opa had fastened years before.

Nana made a few adjustments which placed the head of the Hitachi against Cindy’s pussy and clit. The cord trailed off into the darkness as Nana said, “We are going to find out what you are made of today slut.”

With that said Nana set the Hitachi to the low steady vibration and stepped back to watch Cindy struggle.

Nana reminded Cindy by saying, “You can not cum without permission.”

Cindy was already trying to slide back in the seat to get away from the vibration on her and found that doing so only caused the head of the Hitachi to drive deeper into her pussy.

Nana then produced a piece of bamboo which Cindy could only hear as it sliced through the air and landed squarely on her nipple.

Cindy moaned in pain as the vibrator was once again against her clit. Cindy did not even remember moving as the bamboo again struck her other nipple.

Cindy soon found herself drooling as the Hitachi was making her pussy leak with a desire to explode. Her nipples were on fire as Nana continued to alternate between them. Strike after strike landing with uncanny accuracy.

Cindy then heard Opa’s voice over the speakers up above saying, “Is she ready my slut?”

Nana replied, “She is, but I want to test her some more.”

Opa’s voice again rained down, ” Are you ready for your props?”

Nana replied, “Please Sir.”

Cindy could only hear footsteps behind her as Nana continued spanking her nipples. The Hitachi was working magic on her pussy and clit.

Nana disappeared around behind Cindy and whispered in her ear, “Do you want to see what Nana is going to be playing with as Opa plays with you?”

It was almost too much for Cindy to take all in as she tried to choke out, “Yes Mama.”

Nana said, “You have to wait until Opa comes down for you.”

Nana left Cindy strapped to the chair in the middle of the stage as she was behind her.

Nana greeted Carlos without a word as she got on her knees and took his entire cock down her throat. Her hand quickly made circles on her elongated clit as she needed to cum quickly herself.

Cindy could feel the wetness of her own body beginning to drip down her legs as she heard Nana groan in orgasm behind her.

Cindy closed her eyes as she could hear Nana orgasm for the second time in a matter of minutes; Cindy thought to herself what in the world could have Nana worked up so much?

Opa was standing in front of Cindy as she opened her eyes and was already pleading with him to cum. Cindy needed a release.

Opa Magosa Escort attached a clover clamp to her already burning nipple as he adjusted the length of the chain between the other clam causing Cindy’s nipples to be lifted yet a bit further as Opa ran the chain behind her neck.

Opa then took a piece of bamboo and instead of striking her nipples he was bouncing the bamboo on the tight chain causing the clamps to bite harder into her nipples.

After a few minutes, Opa slipped behind Cindy and whispered into her ear, ” Are you a jealous slut of your Nana?”

Cindy managed to say, “No Sir.”

Opa took the back of the chair and tilted it back onto the back two legs and spun the chair to face the other way.

Cindy found herself focused on Nana sucking Carlos’s large cock. Opa again said, ” Are you sure you’re not jealous, Slut?”

Cindy was fascinated that Nana had all of Carlos’s cock in her throat.

Cindy was a bit Jealous that Nana was cumming again as Carlos had a handful of Nana’s hair wrapped in his hand as he began throat fucking her.

Opa rather felt Cindy begin to shake as she started to cum; Opa whispered into her ear, “You are jealous and you came at the moment when you wanted that hard cock in your throat.”

Cindy managed, “Yes Sir.”

Opa told Cindy, ” You intend to be a good girl, but you are cock hungry little slut that just came without permission because Nana has the cock.”

Cindy groaned as Opa turned the Hitachi up to high speed and removed the ball gag.

Opa then took his cock and began whipping Cindy about her face.

Cindy was trying hard not to cum again as she watched Nana Straddle Calos’s big cock and took his entire length as she settled him balls deep.

Cindy tried desperately to get Opa’s cock into her mouth as she watched Nana rise and fall on Carlos’s huge cock, but Opa knew her game.

Opa took the clover clamp off one of Cindy’s nipples and adjusted the chain length again running it through her mouth and placing the ball gag back in her mouth.

Cindy was frustrated and desperate to cum as Opa said, ” You can cum, but every time you do you need to arch your head so the clamps bite harder as you do.”

Cindy started to violently shake her head up and down as the clamps reminded her this was about pain and cumming at the same time.

Cindy quickly took the first orgasm that hit her and she did arch her head as instructed. This motion also caused the Hitachi to slip into her pussy while it was still on high and she quickly came again as this was a very new sensation deep on her G spot.

Cindy watched Nana fuck Carlos’s big cock, and the vibrator deep against her G spot was just too much as Cindy began squirting hard.

Cindy could see Nana squirting hard on Carlos’s big cock which just added to her orgasms.

Carlos let out a guttural growl and began cumming deep in Nana’s now well fucked pussy. Cindy wished she could taste the cum from Carlos’s big cock as she came yet again.

As if Opa was reading her mind, he began undoing the straps and cuffs that kept Cindy in the chair.

Opa helped Cindy to her feet and whispered, “The Hitachi must remain buried in your pussy as you join your Nana and Carlos.”

Cindy replied, “Yes Sir!”

It was cute to watch Cindy struggle to keep the Hitachi in as she covered the distance between the chair and Kıbrıs Escort where Nana was as the vibrator was still wedged nicely in her pussy.

Cindy about fell onto Nana and Carlos when she reached them.

Nana told Cindy, “This is my cock that I am playing with but you can help clean me up and help me get Carlos hard again.”

Nana reached up and removed the ball gag from Cindy’s mouth and the chain.

Cindy was not moving fast enough to clean up Nana as Nana pulled the chain hard causing intense pain to scorch Cindy’s Nipples.

Cindy quickly found herself face first in Nana’s pussy as Carlos’s big cock was slipped from Nana’s pussy.

Cindy could not get over how much cum was coming from Nana’s well fucked pussy as she took her first taste.

Cindy then felt Carlos grab her hips as he began nibbling on her clit causing her to cum again without warning.

Cindy began eating as much cum from Nana’s leaking pussy and trying to suck Carlos’s cock all at the same time.

Carlos grabbed the vibrator and shoved it deeper into Cindy’s pussy.

Cindy’s pussy was working hard to accept the vibration and another orgasm was building deep in her pussy.

It was then Cindy felt Opa’s cock slip deeply into her upturned ass and she came hard squirting into Carlos’s mouth.

Carlos began stroking the vibrator in and out of Cindy’s pussy as Opa was stroking in and out of her ass.

Nana knew Cindy was losing focus and tugged hard on the chain still attached to Cindy’s nipples.

Nana wanted that talented tongue of Cindy’s buried deep in her cum filled pussy.

Cindy was making a gallant effort to suck up and eat all of Carlos’s cum from Nana’s pussy.

Nana was enjoying Cindy’s tongue as well as her fingers and was waiting for Cindy’s full fist deep in her pussy.

Cindy was loving everything that was happening to her at once. Opa’s nine-inch cock pounded her ass, Carlos’s tongue on her clit and in her pussy, The feeling of Nana’s pussy clamping and releasing on her fist as she was sucking on Nana’s clit.

As Nana began squirting on Cindy’s fist and face, she reached with her free hand and grasped Carlos’s limp cock, and guided it to her mouth.

Cindy was able to get the entire length of Carlos’s cock in her mouth and she could feel him growing larger and deeper in her throat as she changed the intensity of her sucking and licking of his cock. All while still fisting Nana’s pussy and taking Opa’s cock deep in her ass.

Within minutes Carlos’s cock was hard as he slipped out from under Cindy. Opa took his place and placed his cock deep into Cindy’s pussy. This put Cindy in a cowgirl riding position stretched out atop Opa.

Nana released Cindy’s fist from her pussy and straddled Opa’s face as she began sucking Cindy’s milked-filled breast.

Opa felt Cindy tense as he was deep inside her pussy as Carlos introduced his cock to Cindy’s ass.

Cindy thought Opa’s cock was wonderful in her ass but she was having a bit of difficulty with Carlos’s cock. It was by far the largest she had ever had.

Nana also picked up on Cindy’s struggle and moved up to kiss Cindy and whisper in her ear as Opa took his thumb and forefinger and began squeezing Cindy’s clit.

This caused Cindy to begin orgasming and she felt Carlos settle balls deep in her ass. Opa was balls deep in her pussy and still playing Lefkoşa Escort with her clit.

Cindy was full and stretched beyond what she thought possible between the two biggest cocks to have ever been in her holes.

Cindy could feel her pussy and ass clenching and release on both these magnificent cocks and what Opa was doing to manipulate her clit was causing the clenching and release to come harder and faster.

Nana’s tongue was probing Cindy’s mouth and her hands were squeezing her nipples. Cindy was becoming lost in the building up to her orgasm, but her last conscious thought was to reach down and squeeze Nana’s elongated clit.

Nana was being manipulated by Opa’s tongue and the squeeze Cindy delivered was the touch Nana needed to explode in orgasm drenching Opa’s face and beard.

As Nana exploded in orgasm Opa squeezed harder in Cindy’s clit as she was just clenching down on these two magnificent cocks and she exploded in an orgasm.

Cindy lost count of the orgasms that were racing through her body as Opa and Carlos began stroking in and out of her ass and pussy causing her to explode over and over again.

Cindy soon felt Carlos shooting his second load deep into her ass as she continued to ride Opa’s cock. Cindy then felt Opa’s cock swell in her pussy and begin to deliver his hot thick load deep against her cervix.

Cindy felt Carlos slip from her ass as she collapsed into Nana and Opa. Opa’s cock still pulsating deep inside her.

Cindy knew without a doubt that Opa intended to breed her and she realized that Opa and Nana were fully on board with her carrying Opa’s child into the world.

Cindy just wondered how she might try and explain being pregnant again when she had not even fucked Dewayne since she had delivered their child.

It was a fleeting thought for Cindy as she realized she was hooked on being Opa and Nana’s slut. It did not matter what happened in her marriage as she knew Opa and Nana would not let harm come to her.

Opa brought her back to the present as he shoved Cindy up and off his cock as Nana got off Opa’s tongue. Cindy had again cum so hard she felt like a rag doll.

Nana helped Cindy up as Opa got up himself.

Nana then had Cindy straddle her face as she began the process of cleaning her sister slut of Opa and Carlos’s cum drenched holes.

Cindy was then presented with Opa’s and Carlos’s cocks to suck clean. Cindy wasted little time in eating up the good fucking she had received. She soon found herself being fisted by Nana and squirting again.

As Cindy floated back down to earth, Opa’s words registered in her mind, “That’s a wrap!”

The booming voice from the overhead said, “Yes Sir, We got some great shots and material to work with.” Then, Cindy realized she had just filmed her first porn movie.

Opa, Nana, and Carlos led Cindy to the shower and hot tube where everyone took turns washing one another. Nana hovered close to Cindy and kept both Opa and Carlos at bay.

Carlos disappeared and returned to work in the other building trimming buds.

Cindy, Nana, and Opa began the walk back to the worksite trailer still nude as they found their clothes along the path. None of which they took the time to put back on.

The three of them were a sight to behold as Opa had a woman on each side as they neared the work trailer and then entered.

Upon entering the trailer the trio was greeted by Opa’s banker, Ed. Ed was a big man in stature and in his late seventies. He still personally oversaw Opa’s business accounts and one of Nana and Opa’s joint accounts.

Cindy was a bit shy being nude in front of Ed as he owned the bank where she and Dewayne had their account.

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Mum and I were relaxing after what, to me, had been a totally mind-blowing experience, fucking her for the first ever time – but not, I sincerely hoped, the last. We’d opened a bottle of Merlot and I’d poured us a glass each. I passed Mum’s glass to her and she raised it in toast.

“To never-ending erections, wet pussies and mind-blowing sex,” she said, with a broad grin.

I laughed, and raised my own glass, clinking it against hers. “To never-ending erections, wet pussies and mind-blowing sex.” We both took a drink, and set our glasses down on the coffee table beside the couch, just as the phone rang. Mum and I looked at each other and she grinned.

“You get it, honey, I’m too comfortable.”

I laughed. “Slave driver,” I said, and took the two steps required to reach the phone. I glanced at the caller ID display, seeing a familiar number.

“Hi, Jenny,” I said, hearing a giggle at the other end.

“Hi, Gary, is it okay if I come round to see you in the morning? Say, ten?”

“I think so, sure, but hang on, I’ll just check with Mum, in case there’s something I’ve forgotten.” I covered the mouthpiece. “It’s Jenny. She wants to come round in the morning, around ten.”

“No reason why not. Tell her yes.” Mum grinned “She might skinny-dip with us. Ask her if she’d like to have lunch with us, too.”

I grinned and uncovered the mouthpiece. “Jenny? Ten is fine by us, so see you then. And, Jenny? Mum says would you like to stay and have lunch with us?”

“Ooh, yes please! Great! Looking forward to it, it’s been ages, before the crash, since I saw you last.”

“Heck! You’re right, it was before the crash. I’d forgotten.”

“You can’t have forgotten us skinny-dipping together, Gary, no way!” I could hear the laugh in her voice. “Maybe I’ll remind you tomorrow. See you.” And she hung up. I was still laughing inside when I put the phone back on the rest.

“What are you looking so happy about?” said Mum, smiling.

“Jenny just reminded me of something from her last visit, before the crash,” I said.

“Oh, yes? And what was it?”

“I never told you, but Jenny and I skinny-dipped together, and you can so get two people in my shower, because we fitted very nicely, thank you. Sorry about pretending I hadn’t seen her naked before, and a lovely sight she is, too. Almost as good as you, Mum.”

Mum laughed. “Better, surely? I’m on the wrong side of forty and Jenny’s what, nineteen?”

“Not better, Mum, perhaps as good as, because, Elizabeth Elaine Welch, you are an absolute knock-out in your skin.”

“Why, thank you, sir, you are too kind,” Mum retorted, laughing. She paused, sobering. “Gary, I know I have no right to ask this, but have you and Jenny fucked?”

I shook my head. “No, Mum, we haven’t, not yet. I think it could happen, but so far, no. We have masturbated together, though, and that was fun. Well, actually, we masturbated each other. Jenny gave me a hand job, and I stroked her pussy and clitoris until she came. Lovely and juicy, Jenny. Like you, Mum.”

Mum laughed. “I’ll bet that was fun, although not as much fun as fucking, perhaps.”

I grinned. “Maybe next time, Mum, maybe next time.”

“That could be tomorrow, sweetheart, so do you want me to be somewhere else?”

“No way! I’d like to have both of my favourite girls here together, please, so I get a chance for a double drool.”

She laughed. “Now that’s a vision I could do without, if you don’t mind.”

“Well, you can’t blame me for wanting to see you both naked, together. Two of the loveliest sights it has been my joy and privilege to see.”

“I suppose not, and talking of naked lovelies, weren’t we going to look at the photos you took of me on your monitor?”

“Yeah, we were. I guess we got kind of side-tracked, Mum.”

“I guess we did. After all, fucking each other would do that, wouldn’t it?” she replied, laughing.

“Would and did. Okay, Mum, I’ll go and get the cameras, they’re still beside the pool, and transfer the photos to my hard drive. Give me ten minutes, then come up to my room. Okay?”

“Sure thing. I’ll bring two more glasses of wine, too, shall I?”

“Sounds good, and we can toast the beginnings of your new career as a figure model,” I said, laughing. “Okay, Mum, see you in ten minutes or so.”

It only took me a couple of minutes to collect the cameras and remove the memory cards, and only a few minutes more to copy them to my PC, so everything was ready when Mum came up with two glasses of wine. I’d fetched a second chair from the spare room — my PC is in a converted box room, next to my bedroom — and we could both easily see the screen. I brought up the folder with the photos of Mum, and I clicked on the first one, then put the folder on slide-show and the two of us watched as the pictures slowly changed for us, taking occasional sips of our wine.

As we watched, my phone pinged with an incoming message alert, but I ignored it until the slide-show finished, then glanced at the display. Ah. Message from Jenny. I turned to Mum.

“So, what do you think of yourself as a nude model, Mum?”

“I think my son is a good photographer who makes his mother Lefkoşa Escort look good with no clothes on,” she replied, smiling.

“No, Mum, it’s you who makes you look good, I just record it, but I will say this. As a normally horny young man, I’ve seen plenty of teen and twenty-something glamour models posing nude, and they can’t hold a candle to you, Mum. You’re a sex goddess!” I picked up my phone and gestured with it. “I’ll just see what Jenny wants,” I said and opened the message. Ah! An attached photo. I glanced at the message.

Hi, Gary. A reminder for you. See you tomorrow. Love, Jenny

A reminder of what, I thought, then opened the attachment, and almost fell off my chair. Jenny had sent me a nude selfie! Probably taken in the bathroom, I thought, in front of a mirror, a smiling Jenny held her phone so as not to obscure herself, and I was reminded of her slender beauty, but with a difference from when we’d skinny-dipped together. Then, she’d had a neatly tidied pubic bush, but the Jenny in the photo was shaved clean!

“What did she want, sweetheart?” said Mum, her eyes still on the computer screen where she was paging lightly through the photos.

“She sent me a reminder,” I said.

“Reminder about what?” said Mum. I didn’t say a word, just held out the phone so that Mum could see the photo. “Oh, my! Looks like I’ve got some competition there, son. She’s gorgeous!”

“Yes, she is rather, isn’t she. Don’t know whether she’ll pose nude for me, but I guess I lose nothing by asking her, do I?”

“If it helps, show her some of these,” said Mum, gesturing to her naked self on screen.

“Thanks, I will.” I paused, thinking. “Mum, would you pose with Jenny, if she says yes?”

“You want us together?” said Mum. At my nod, she shrugged and I enjoyed the brief bounce of her breasts. She caught the direction of my glance and laughed, then shrugged again. “I don’t see why not, sweetheart, but they stay private to the three of us, okay?”

“Absolutely, Mum, absolutely.” I gave a brief, theatrical shudder. “Can you imagine Toby Wells having them? No, they stay private and you can have that in writing.”

Mum laughed. “I don’t think I need ask you to go that far, son, your word is good enough for me.” She paused. “Would you copy those photos to my PC?”

“Yes, of course. Although, tell you what, I’ll copy them to your folder on the network drive, that way you can access them without cluttering up your hard drive. I’ll password protect them, too, so what password do you want?”

She laughed. “I’m tempted to say ‘motherfucker’, but I think, um, ‘naughtymum,’ all one word. Okay?”

“Naughtymum it is, naughty Mum.” I paused. “Or would you prefer ‘nakedmum’?”

“No, it’s more fun being naughty, rather than just naked, don’t you think?” Her glance at me was innocence personified.

“You do have a point,” I said, laughing. While we’d been talking I’d created the password-protected folder on our network drive. “Okay, Mum, your new folder is ready, called mumpix, password naughtymum as requested. The photos will be waiting for you when you want them,” I said, and initiated the copy.

“Thanks, sweetie. I think I’ll do some writing for an hour or so, I feel a need to be creative for a while. When you’re ready, come to my room and we’ll sleep together tonight.” She laughed. “Or, rather, we’ll stay awake together. I want you to make love to me again.”

I grinned and her smile broadened. “I think it will be sooner rather than later, Mum. I mean, I’ve got used to you easing my erection problems, and I think JT will be hard again soon, ready for your help, especially after what you just said.”

“Think about what you’d like us to do, honey. So far we’ve only done straight, vanilla missionary, and don’t get me wrong, it was marvellous, but there are so many other ways. Woman on top and doggy style for two, ways your Dad and I never managed to try, and I’d like to try some of them with you. Okay?”

“Absolutely, Mum, but you call the shots and I’ll try to perform to your satisfaction.”

“Oh, you will, honey, don’t worry.” She stood, and bent to kiss me. “See you in an hour or so, stud,” she said, and swung her hips invitingly as she sauntered to the door, blowing me a kiss as she went. I turned back to the screen and looked more closely at one or two of my photos of her. Yep, no two ways about it. Mum is hot!

Mum had bought me a subscription to Adobe Photoshop CC, so I opened up Lightroom and imported the nude photos into a new folder, then played about with the features for a while, but the program has a long learning curve and I was still learning, so I packed up after about forty minutes or so, and thought about what had happened.

That Mum and I fucking was wrong, legally and morally, I discarded as irrelevant. As Mum had said, it was a woman showing her love and gratitude for the man who had saved her life in the most intimate way possible, and for me it was showing my love for her in the same way. Of course, thinking about it didn’t do anything to stop JT from perking up and soon I had a boner. I glanced at my watch. Forty-seven minutes Girne Escort since Mum had gone upstairs. Time enough, I thought, and made my way up to her room.

The door was mostly closed, just ajar, and I could hear the clatter of her keyboard. It paused, and I tapped on the door.

“Mum? Is it time yet?”

“Almost, sweetie,” she called. “Give me five minutes, then come straight into my bedroom. I’ll be waiting for you.” A pause. “Make sure you’re hard when you come in,” she said, and I could hear the anticipation in her voice. Five minutes? Open one of the mother and son stories on Literotica? No, I didn’t need that, I just needed to think about what we’d been doing. So I did, reliving every wonderful moment of it in my mind, lightly stroking JT.

After five minutes of stimulating reverie, JT and I were ready and I headed back for Mum’s room. Come straight in, she’d said, and that’s what I did, tapping lightly on the door before I opened it. And stopped dead, in pleased surprise. Mum was kneeling on the bed, bum in the air, resting on her elbows. Because of the position of her bed relative to the door, it meant she was facing away from me and I could see her pussy clearly, even in the dim light, swollen, moist, ready.

“Wow, Mum, that looks hot!”

“That’s the way I feel, sweetie. I decided I want to try doggy style first, so climb aboard and get your beautiful cock into me. No need for foreplay, because I’ve been playing with myself for the last ten minutes and I am so ready for you.”

No sooner the thought than the deed and I moved across to the bed and knelt behind her, then eased forward, inching my cock into Mum’s soaking pussy, my hands holding her hips lightly. Paradise! Hot, wet, tight, gripping me as I moved into her. I paused with my balls pressed against her, and she gave a soft moan.

“That’s it, son, now fuck me!”

“Yes, mother,” I replied, and she laughed.

“Get moving, stud, because your mother wants to come!”

I’d love to say that it was a lovely, long, drawn out celebration of all things sexual but, truth to tell, we were both so excited, so involved in the moment, that it wasn’t long before Mum was crying out as she came. Of course, the moment took me, too, and very shortly afterwards I was crying out my own passion as I shot my seed deep into Mum’s soaking, grasping pussy.

Breathing heavily, I held onto Mum’s hips, as much to keep myself approximately upright as anything else, while we calmed down from our shared climax, then eased my shrinking cock out of her. I glanced down as I eased out, then fought a laugh. I’d love a photo of Mum’s pussy just then, soaked as it was with my jizz and her juices, but I kept my thoughts to myself, mostly because I thought my chances of such a photo were somewhere between slim and zero.

I collapsed onto my back next to Mum and she smiled across at me, then stretched out on her tummy beside me, leaning across to give me a soft, sweet kiss.

“Thank you, honey, that was good.”

“No, Mum, better than just good, much better.”

She laughed, nodding. “Yes, it was, much better.” She paused, a gentle smile on her face, then raised up onto her elbows, her lovely breasts softly pendant. “Shower, sweetheart?”

“A quick one, I think. I need sleep, give me time to recover.”

She grinned. “So you can fuck me again in the morning?”

My answering grin was wide, happy. “Of course.”

“Perhaps Jenny, too?”

“Dunno, Mum, probably not if you’re here.”

“Do you want me to be somewhere else, then?”

“You asked me that before, and I’ll give you the same answer as I did then, no. No, because I want both of my girls here together with me, hopefully all naked. If we get together for some threesome sex, great. If not, we’ll have each other when Jenny goes home, won’t we?”

“Yes, we will, definitely. But now, shower time, and then bed, but to sleep, this time.”

And that’s how it went. We showered, laughing and giggling as we carefully washed interesting portions of each other’s anatomy, dried each other, brushed our teeth and settled ourselves in Mum’s bed. I think we were both asleep almost within seconds.

It wasn’t the alarm clock that woke me next morning. No, it was Mum’s mouth as she licked and sucked JT to a wonderful morning hardness. She smiled at me as my eyes opened, then stretched up to kiss me, quick, light.

“Morning, sweetheart.”

“And a wonderful way to be woken, too. Do you want to be my alarm clock from now on?” I said, smiling as she sat back on her heels, nipples erect. She laughed.

“Only if I’m awake before the alarm goes off,” she said, laughing. She paused, then went on, “Gary, honey, remember, last night – “

“Yes! It was wonderful!”

” – I said I wanted to try doggy style and woman on top?”

I nodded. “Of course, and I plan to be your ever-willing accomplice.”

“Well, last night, accomplice of mine, we successfully tried doggy style, and it was everything I hoped it would be. So, honey, this morning we try mama on top, okay?”

“Absolutely, Mum. Climb aboard!” I said, grinning at her, easing myself onto my Magosa Escort back, getting comfortable, holding JT steady, pointing firmly to the ceiling. Mum grinned and swung her leg over me, giving me a quick flash of pussy — and from the look on her face it was no accident — then shuffled forwards on her knees until she was poised above me.

“Ready, honey?” she murmured, taking JT in a light grip as I let my hand fall away.

“I told you, Mum. Absolutely!”

“Okay, then,” she said, and lowered herself slightly, pausing to slide JT’s head back and forth along her labia a few times, spreading her juices, then lowered herself a little more until my erection was positively located then, with a grin I could almost feel, she took her hand away and lowered herself slowly the full length of my boner, and she was so wet that she didn’t even need to lift herself a little to make it easier. Bingo! Straight in! A little noise escaped her mouth, half gasp, half groan.

“Oh, fuck! You feel so good!” she said, then blew me a kiss. “Ready, honey?”

“Always ready for this, Mum.”

“Okay, then, honey. Enjoy this, because I certainly am.” She grinned at me and began to move, lifting herself so that I almost slipped from her pussy, then lowering herself, taking my full length inside her again, then repeating the move again, and again, and again … She established a comfortable rhythm, not too fast, not too slow, bringing me — and herself — slowly up towards climax.

My hands were resting comfortably on Mum’s hips, but she leaned forwards and kissed me, never stopping her smooth rise and fall, then, as she sat back up she took my hands and raised them to her breasts. She smiled.

“Play with them, honey. I always did like to feel your Dad’s hands on my tits.”

Well, I wasn’t going to refuse an invitation like that, and cupped and squeezed her lovely breasts, letting my thumbs rub over her nipples, her deliciously erect nipples. She sighed, but it was a sigh of content. Her eyes came to mine and she smiled.

“You have a nice touch, honey, very nice.”

“And you have beautiful breasts, Mum, absolutely beautiful. I love how they feel, how your nipples respond, heck, I love just seeing them!”

“And photographing them,” Mum added, laughing.

“That too, definitely.”

She was silent for a while, never ceasing her steady motion as she rode my cock, my fingers continuing their caresses, not just her breasts, but her sides, her hips, her thighs, anywhere I could reach, delighting in the smooth softness of her skin. Her steady motion had been bringing me closer to climax and as I neared my peak I rested my hands on her hips, my own hips moving to lift me into her wetness as she rode me.

“Getting close, Mum,” I murmured.

“Me, too, honey,” she replied, her breathing deepening, quickening, an almost imperceptible increase, too, in the speed she was riding me. Inspired, I slid my hand between us and stroked her clitoris. She gasped and then she was coming, her belly rippling, her pussy clamping down on my cock, pushing me, too, over the edge, so that my hips bucked, thrusting my cock into her clutching depths with urgent strokes and then I was blasting my jizz into her as we rode the storm together.

Long moments later, we calmed and my lovely mother collapsed forwards across me, her head on my chest. I put my arms around her, hugging her to me, and we lay like that, not speaking, just hugging, while our heart rates slowly returned to normal. Eventually, Mum sat up, and bent to kiss me.

“Shower?” she said, just as the phone at her bedside rang. She stretched across and picked up the handset. ‘Jenny,’ she mouthed as she pressed the key to open the line. “Hello? … Hi, Jenny! Not crying off, are you? … No? … That’s good, we’re looking forward to seeing you again. So what is it you want? … A bed for the night? Not a problem, honey. Just tonight, or are you staying for a few days? … Discuss when you get here? Okay, we’ll do that … right, we’ll see you later, then. Bye for now, honey.”

Mum closed the line and put the handset back in its charging cradle. “Apparently her mum and dad have got the chance of a few days away at a bargain price, but Jenny didn’t really want to spoil their break by tagging along, so she asked if she could crash with us for a few days. As you heard, I said yes, of course, so we shall be three tonight. With luck, all in the same bed, but it might be a bit too much for Jenny to take in, so we’ll take it slow, okay?”

“Of course. Now, weren’t we about to have a shower?” So, Jenny was staying over. Great! I was certainly looking forwards to seeing her again, especially after the selfie she’d sent.

We didn’t linger in the shower, although we did have a few fun moments as we washed each other, but just after nine we sat down to breakfast. We’d decided not to rush Jenny into anything, so we’d dressed. Sort of. I was in shorts and a t-shirt, and my cotton gloves, Mum in a loose sun dress. With nothing under it! I’d enjoyed watching her dress — a lot. Breakfast finished, we took our tea into the living room to await Jenny’s arrival. She’d always been prompt in the past, and I didn’t think today would be an exception, and so it was. At ten to ten Charlie Talbot’s Land Rover came up the drive and Mum and I went out to meet it. Charlie and Jenny got out and Charlie reached in the back and took out a holdall, which Jenny took, and which I took from Jenny.

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Anthony rushed home after fucking his childhood friend’s mother. Even though he had fucked Mrs. Williams to his heart’s content, he was still horny. He wanted to get home as soon as possible and fuck his sister, Nina, Mom or anyone who’s home.

He opened the door to his home and went in. His mother was sitting on the couch watching TV. He rushed to her and gave her a tight hug. Tara hugged her son back. She knew this was a different kind of hug. She smirked, she knew what her son wanted.

Anthony kissed his mother intensely while still hugging her. Tara returned her son’s kiss and then, she took her pants and shirt off. She was wearing matching pink bra and panties. She pulled her bra down and exposed her tits to her son. As soon as she exposed her tits, Anthony kissed the valley between her breasts and then, he kissed her nipples. He licked her nipples with his tongue. Tara smiled, thinking about how her son is absolutely obsessed with her breasts and how he hasn’t changed even a little bit since he was a baby.

Anthony took one of Tara’s nipples in his mouth and sucked on it and he squeezed her other breast. He squeezed her other tit for a few minutes and then, he rubbed her pussy with his hand, through her pink panties.

Tara grabbed both of her breasts and squeezed them as her son rubbed her pussy through her pink panties. Anthony reached around with his hand and squeezed his mother’s ass.

Tara unbuttoned Anthony’s pants and pulled them down. She also pulled down his underwear and freed his thick, hard cock, which stood proud, free of its constraints. Tara held her son’s cock in her hands and stroked it. She got up from the couch and knelt down on the floor. She positioned herself between his legs and licked the entire length of his cock and then, she licked the head of his cock.

She took the head of his cock into her mouth and sucked on it, swallowing his thick pre-cum. She then swallowed the rest of his cock, slowly, inch by inch. Her breasts were jiggling as she started to move her head up and down his cock.

Anthony looked down and saw his mother’s head bob up and down his cock. She took the entire length of his enormous cock in her mouth when she sucked it. Anthony grabbed her by the back of her head and thrust his hip, pushing his cock deep into her mouth with every thrust.

“OH, FUUUUUCCK! SUCK MY FUCKING DICK, MOM!”

As she was sucking her son’s cock, Tara reached down and massaged his balls with her hand. While his mother was busy sucking his cock, Anthony reached around her and squeezed her ass and then, he planted a hard slap on one of her ass cheeks.

“AAAHH! YEEESSS!” Tara screamed.

Anthony reached down and squeezed his mother’s tits while she sucked him off. Tara sucked her son’s cock like a woman possessed.

“Look at me, Mom! Look at me while you suck my dick,” Anthony ordered his mother.

Tara looked up at her son while she sucked his cock and Anthony looked into his mother’s eyes. He saw that her eyes were filled with lust and love, lust for his cock and love for him. They looked at each other intensely as she continued sucking his cock.

After a few minutes, she took his cock out of her mouth. He pulled her up and made her sit on the couch and he got on the floor and knelt before her. She looked into his eyes and spread her legs for him. Her eyes were inviting him to do with her whatever he wished.

He kissed her pussy through her panties. Then, he took her pink panties off and spread her pussy lips. He kissed her pussy. Then, he licked her clit with the tip of his tongue. He licked her clit a few more times with his tongue.

Tara was swimming in pleasure. While her son was licking her clit, she was squeezing her own tits. Tara was overwhelmed with pleasure and she licked her lips. She grabbed the back of her son’s head and pushed his face closer against her cunt.

Anthony stood up and rubbed his cock against her cunt. He teased her by rubbing the tip of his cock against her clit. He then slowly inserted the tip of his cock into his mother’s cunt, the same cunt that had given birth to him. He slowly pushed the rest of his cock into his mother’s pussy until his entire cock was inside her tight cunt.

Tara looked at her son with eyes full of lust and she bit her lower lip. He slowly started fucking her and he savored every moment of it.

“OHHH! YEAAAH!” Tara moaned.

Anthony caressed her inner thigh while he fucked her. His mother’s tits jiggled as he pummeled his cock into her cunt. Anthony placed his hand on her stomach as he fucked her. Mother and son looked intensely at each other while he pounded his cock into her cunt.

The room was filled with her moans as Anthony caressed his mother’s cheeks. He grabbed her by the back of her head and brought her closer to him. He kissed her passionately as he fucked her.

“OH YEAH! OH YEAH! FUCK ME!” Tara screamed as her son pounded her cunt with his cock.

He grabbed her tits for support as he repeatedly thrust his cock Girne Escort into her and he squeezed her tits roughly. Tara experienced an orgasm so electrifying that she felt like her brain cells had exploded.

After her orgasm ended, her hand snaked down and rubbed her clit as her son fucked her cunt ruthlessly. She realized that her pussy was wet and she scooped some of her cunt juice with her fingers and she brought her fingers up to her face. She sucked on her fingers and tasted her own cunt juice.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room. Anthony bent down and sucked her tits while he pounded her cunt mercilessly. “I want to take you from behind,” Anthony told his mother.

Tara got down from the couch and joined Anthony on the floor. She knelt down on the floor and got on all fours and Anthony got behind her and reached around and squeezed her tits. He kissed her neck from behind as he took her bra off and threw it away. She was now completely naked.

“I love you, Mom,” Anthony whispered in his mother’s ears.

Tears formed in Tara’s eyes as he said those words to her. Of course, he had always loved her, but this declaration of love was different. Or, maybe, it wasn’t that different after all.

“I love you too, baby,” Tara told her son.

Anthony rubbed her pussy with his cock and then, he slapped her ass with his cock. He took his shirt off and threw it away. Then, he kissed her shoulder as he lined up the head of his cock with the entrance to her pussy.

He slowly inserted the head of his cock into her cunt and he grabbed her hips for support. He rammed his entire cock into her cunt, all in one go, “AAAAAHH!” Tara screamed as her son’s enormous cock filled her pussy.

She felt like his cock was going to split her in half as he kept ramming his cock into her cunt. Soon, the pleasure of having her pussy pounded by the monster surpassed the pain of getting fucked by an enormous cock. Her tits dangled down from her chest and every time he rammed his cock into her cunt, her tits swayed to and fro like a pendulum. Anthony raised his hand and gave her ass a hard slap.

“AAAAHH! YEEESS!” Tara screamed. “AGAIN!”

Anthony slapped her ass again. Every time he slapped her ass, she thrust her ass back at his cock with increasing vigor. He bent down and grabbed her tits and squeezed her tits. He held her chin in his hands, then he turned her head and he gave her a passionate kiss.

Anthony noticed that Tara was wearing her hair in a ponytail that day, so he grabbed her ponytail and pulled on it while he fucked her from behind. With his other hand, he reached down and squeezed one of her tits. Then, he rubbed her clit as he fucked her from behind.

His fingers became drenched in her cunt juice and he raised his hand to her mouth and inserted his pussy juice drenched fingers into her mouth. Tara sucked on her son’s finger and tasted her own cunt juice. Then, her entire body shuddered as she experienced another extraordinary orgasm.

Anthony grabbed her tits again and kissed her shoulders again. He pulled his cock out of her cunt. He took his pants off and threw them away as Tara sat down on the floor and spread her legs. She started rubbing her clit with her hand and while she rubbed her clit, she squeezed her own breasts with her other hand.

Anthony moved towards her and he stood over her, his proud cock throbbing near her mouth. She took his cock in her mouth, but he pulled away and he pulled his cock out of her mouth.

“Not your mouth, these. Fuck me with these,” Anthony said to his mother while squeezing her tits.

Tara smiled and she understood what her son wanted. She placed his cock in the valley between her breasts and she squeezed his cock with her tits. She started moving her tits up and down and she fucked his humongous cock with her tits.

He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her in closer for a passionate kiss as she fucked his cock with her humongous tits. She bent her face down and caught his dick with her mouth. She squeezed his dick with her tits and she sucked the head of his cock with her mouth.

He caressed her cheek as she sucked him while she tit-fucked him. After she tit-fucked him for a few minutes, she took his cock out of the valley between her tits. Anthony grabbed the back of her head and rammed his cock into his beautiful mother’s mouth.

He watched his mother’s head bob up and down as she enthusiastically gave him a blowjob. She gave him a blowjob for a few minutes before she took his cock out of her mouth. He bent down and gave her a passionate kiss as she continued to stroke his cock with her hand.

She slapped her tits with his long and thick cock and she hit her nipples with the head of his cock. “Lie down! Lie down on the floor, baby. Mommy wants to ride you,” Tara told her son.

Anthony did as he was told and he laid down on the floor, on his back. Tara straddled him. She grabbed his cock and inserted the head Magosa Escort of his cock into her cunt. She slowly lowered herself on her son’s cock, inch by inch, until his cock was completely inside her.

She started riding his cock like a woman possessed, with her tits flailing around as she rode his cock. Anthony’s hand snaked down and rubbed her clit. After a few minutes, his hand was drenched in her pussy juice. He scooped up her cunt juice with his fingers and inserted his fingers into her mouth while she rode his cock. She tasted her own cum while she was cumming on her son’s monster dick.

Anthony realized that he was close to cumming. So, he grabbed her hips for support and started thrusting his cock into her pussy. He released a torrent of cum into her cunt and the moment his cum splashed around the walls of her cunt, Tara experienced the greatest orgasm she had experienced in her life.

“I didn’t know you fucked your mother too.”

Anthony turned and saw who had said those words. It was Nina and she had a small smirk on her face.

“Nina, please. I can explain,” Anthony said. Anthony tried to think of a way to explain things to her.

“Anthony, it’s ok. I already know that you fuck your sister, so how different is this from that? The truth is I was watching you guys for quite some time. The show you guys put on really turned me on.”

Nina walked towards the mother and son as she took her shirt and pants off. She was just wearing a bra and panties. She approached Tara and caressed her breasts and then, she grabbed one of Tara’s hands and placed it on one of her breasts. Both women caressed each other’s tits.

Tara placed her hand on Nina’s neck and placed a small kiss on her lips. She pulled down Nina’s bra and she licked one of Nina’s nipples. She caught Nina’s nipple between her teeth and pulled on it, causing Nina to moan in pleasure. Tara took Nina’s breast in her mouth and sucked it.

Nina got on her knees and kissed Tara’s inner thigh and then, Nina kissed and licked Tara’s stomach. She then put her tongue inside Tara’s belly button and licked it.

Anthony approached the two women. Nina got up and she and Tara grabbed Anthony’s hard cock. They stroked his big, hard, cock with their hands.

Anthony kissed his mother and Nina, then Anthony and Tara both grabbed one of Nina’s ass cheeks and squeezed it. Nina and Tara started kissing each other passionately and Anthony grabbed one of his mother’s tits, while Nina grabbed Tara’s other boob and Anthony and Nina squeezed Tara’s tits.

After Nina and Tara had finished kissing each other, Anthony kissed them both. While he kissed Nina, she caressed Tara’s inner thigh with her hand. Tara continued to stroke her son’s cock, while Nina squeezed Tara’s tits and Anthony rubbed his mother’s clit with his hand.

Tara, who had just experienced one of the best orgasms of her life, started breathing heavily as she was overwhelmed with pleasure again from Anthony caressing her stomach.

While Anthony kissed Nina, his mother knelt in front of him and took the head of his cock into her mouth. She swallowed his pre-cum and sucked the head of his penis.

Nina knelt beside Tara and Tara saw Nina looking greedily at her and Anthony’s cock. Tara took Anthony’s cock out of her mouth and offered it to Nina. Nina took the head of Anthony’s cock into her mouth and sucked it.

Nina and Tara sucked his cock alternatively. While Nina sucked his cock, Anthony kissed Tara and while Tara sucked his cock, Anthony kissed Nina. When he and his mother were kissing, Anthony reached behind her and grabbed her ass and squeezed it. Tara knelt before him and grabbed his balls and then, she massaged Anthony’s balls while Nina sucked his cock. Nina passed his cock to Tara and Tara hungrily started to suck her son’s cock while Nina started licking Anthony’s balls.

Nina took her panties off and displayed her pussy to the mother and son duo. Tara bent down and kissed Nina’s tits and Nina grabbed Tara by her hair and kissed her passionately. Anthony grabbed both of their asses and squeezed them.

He laid down on his back, on the floor and his mother took the head of his cock in her mouth. She slowly sucked the head of his cock and swallowed his pre-cum. She massaged his balls with her hand while she slowly swallowed his entire cock and then, she started sucking his cock while she massaged his balls.

While Tara was sucking his cock, Nina straddled his face. She sat down on his face and Anthony licked her clit with the tip of his tongue. Then, he licked her pussy with his entire tongue and sucked Nina’s clit while his mother sucked his cock.

“Oh, yeah! Oh, right there! Right there!” Nina whispered.

While Anthony licked her clit, Nina squeezed her own tits. She rubbed her nipples and then she pinched and tweaked her nipples. Anthony reached up with his hand and caught one of her nipples between his thumb and index fingers and he pulled her nipple Kıbrıs Escort while he licked her clit.

Nina placed her hands on his chest for support. Anthony caught her clit between his lips and sucked on it like he would suck on a nipple causing Nina to scream in pleasure, “AAAHH!”

By now, Tara had pulled his cock out of her mouth and was stroking it with her hand. She kissed Nina passionately and Nina tasted Anthony’s cock in his mother’s kiss.

“It feels so good,” Nina told Tara.

Anthony was aroused and he wanted to fuck someone. He got up and grabbed Nina by her shoulders and he gently pushed her towards the ground. She laid down on the floor on her back. Anthony teased her by rubbing her clit with the head of his cock and then he slowly inserted the head of his cock into Nina’s cunt. Nina let out a scream of pleasure and pain, “AAAAHH!”

Tara bent over Nina and her tits hung over Nina’s face. Nina caught one of Tara’s tits with her mouth and started sucking on it. Tara grabbed Nina’s tits and squeezed them as her son slowly pushed his entire cock into Nina’s cunt.

Anthony slowly started fucking Nina and Tara started rubbing Nina’s clit. James had never made Nina’s cunt feel so full.

“Do you feel good?” Tara asked Nina.

“YESSS!” Nina screamed.

Tara took her tit out of Nina’s mouth and bent down and kissed her intensely while rubbing her clit. Then, Tara pulled her son’s face towards her and shared a passionate kiss with him. While she kissed her son, Tara straddled Nina’s face. Nina licked Tara’s clit as Anthony fucked her with his monster cock.

Tara experienced a wonderful orgasm due to Nina’s actions and she gave out a small scream as the orgasm passed through her. Anthony continued to fuck Nina who was licking Tara’s clit. Anthony rammed his long and thick cock into Nina’s cunt.

Tara gave her son an intense kiss as Nina was licking her clit. Anthony grabbed his mother’s tit while he was kissing her and squeezed it as he fucked Nina ruthlessly. Tara got off Nina’s face and she bent down and kissed Nina passionately.

Tara grabbed Nina’s nipples with her thumb and her index finger and pulled her nipples. Nina screamed as an orgasm passed through her body, “AAAHH! YESS!”

Anthony continued to fuck Nina, even though her body was drained by the orgasm that she had just experienced. Nina saw Tara’s tits dangling above her head, so she grabbed one of Tara’s nipples with her teeth and pulled her breast. Nina took Tara’s breast in her mouth and started sucking it as Anthony continued to ram his monster cock into her pussy.

While Nina sucked her breast, Tara rubbed Nina’s clit, hoping to make her cum again. Nina let go of Tara’s tit and kissed Tara again.

“IT FEELS SOO GOOOD!” Nina screamed as she experienced another mind-blowing orgasm.

Now, Tara wanted to get fucked by her son’s cock. So, she pulled the almost unconscious Nina off of Anthony’s cock and she approached her son.

Nina was not done with Tara, so she grabbed Tara by her hair. Tara looked at Nina and saw she was not tired anymore. Her face was full of lust and Tara realized that Nina wanted her to do something to her.

Tara inserted two of her fingers into Nina’s cunt and searched for her G-spot. Once Tara found Nina’s G-spot, she started rubbing it and Nina started moaning in pleasure.

Tara got on her knees and displayed her ass to her son while rubbing Nina’s G-spot. Anthony got behind his mom and admired her ass for a few seconds, then he inserted the head of his cock into her cunt. He slowly pushed the rest of his cock into the cunt that gave birth to him.

Tara bent down and spread Nina’s pussy. She rubbed Nina’s clit with her thumb while her son took her from behind. Tara stimulated both Nina’s G-spot and clit simultaneously. Nina was overwhelmed by pleasure. She squeezed her own tits and tweaked her own nipples.

Tara took her son’s relentless assault on her pussy from behind. She bent down and licked Nina’s clit with the tip of her tongue while she continued to rub Nina’s G-spot. She continued to lick Nina’s clit while her son rammed his cock into her cunt from behind.

Tara caught Nina’s clit between her lips and she sucked on her clit like she would suck on a nipple. Nina was going mad with pleasure, “AAAAAAHH! FUUUUUCCK!” Nina screamed.

“FUCKING YES! I LOVE THIS DICK! IT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD!” Tara screamed as an orgasm passed through her body like a bolt of electricity.

Tara’s hair flailed around as Anthony continued to fuck her even as she was experiencing one of the best orgasms of her life. Her tits dangled from her chest and they swayed to and fro like a pendulum as she took his monstrous cock into her cunt from behind.

“RIGHT THERE!!! AAAHH!” Tara screamed.

Tara started rubbing Nina’s clit as Anthony relentlessly fucked her cunt. Anthony grabbed Tara’s hips and plunged his cock into her cunt as deep as he could while Tara and Nina were kissing each other intensely.

Anthony fucked his mother like that for a few more minutes, giving her a couple of orgasms, then, he pulled his cock out of his mother’s cunt. She laid down on the floor and he got on top of her. He teased her by rubbing her clit with his cock and then, he inserted the head of his cock into her cunt.

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We finished moving DD in and we decided then we would go into town to eat at the Club before picking up my uniform and getting Doc’s and Cathy’s stuff they needed from their apartments. Dad had the Bentley professionally washed and cleaned along with Sue’s Mercedes in prep for the award ceremony arrival at the Club on Monday.

We had skinned the Pike and Catfish and cut out the Y bones on the Pike before cutting them into bite sized pieces. For dinner, the ladies Combined 2 tbs Lemon pepper and 2 tbs celery salt, 1 cup seasoned salt, 1 cup of sugar, and 24 cups of boiling water. They then quickly put in the Pike and brought it back to a boil for 4 minutes before straining and serving with melted butter.

The Catfish was cut into bite sized pieces, soaked in buttermilk, rubbed with fresh crushed garlic, salted, peppered, and battered in a half and half mix of fine corn meal and flour with added baking soda in a 5 to 5 to 1 mix. They were then deep fried in hot peanut oil until lightly browned before being drained in the strainer lined with paper towels to drain and emptied onto a large serving platter.

There were also ears of fresh corn that were baked still in the husks and denuded after baking before being slathered in butter, boiled and spiced new potatoes, and Cathy’s family recipe Cole Slaw….which was the talk of the table. A local home brew craft beer rounded out the menu.

Dinner was informal, as in no clothing allowed informal. I set the tone at the table and made a plate for both Sue and I. I then had her sit on my lap, my cock deep inside her pussy, as I fed us both. DD then sat on Doc’s lap, James had Leesie, and Barbara put on a strap-on and Cathy sat in her lap.

Needless to say, dinner was very good, very exciting, and very sensual.

After dinner we all cleaned up the dishes…there were no leftovers. The Catfish was crispy and very good, the Pike tasted like lobster, The Cole Slaw was lightly tangy sweet and meshed well with the spicy new potatoes.

We all went out to the pool where I served up drinks. Most of the ladies wanted strawberry Daiquiris while the men all agreed to snifters of Remy Martin Cognac Louis XIII (that stuff is so smooth it is dangerous).

Sue, Cathy, Doc, DD and I went over to DD’s place to sleep the night and help her acclimate to her new place. Cathy slept with Sue and I so Doc and DD could have some privacy…not that a whole lot of sleeping was happening. I was laying on the bed with Cathy sliding up and down my soaked cock while Sue levitated her engorged clit just at my lips while the two women played with each other’s boobs and french kissed.

I have no idea what Doc and DD were doing, but they were not quiet about it. I know for a fact DD came 5 times as she loudly announced each one, lol.

DD and Cathy got up around 6 in the morning and fixed lots of sausage gravy and flaky Grands Biscuits. The rest of the family came over and we ate till we were stuffed. The women went out to nude sunbathe while we men cleaned up and went to town for groceries and a bit of shopping.

Marion took me to an outfitter for Law Enforcement Officers with Doc and Dad in tow and we walked in as they opened the doors at 9 am.

“Hello Sheriff! How may I be of service to you today?”

“Yes, my nephew has joined the Sheriff’s Office and we need to kit him out today. All he has is a Full sized Sig in.45 caliber. Everything else, he needs.”

The clerk smiled brightly, “Let’s start with a backup pistol and work from there”

The clerk had me look at several high end light carry pistols and I picked out a two tone Colt Defender Combat Elite as a backup pistol in.45 ACP which matched my primary caliber and felt good in my hands. It was also in the 1911 style just like my primary.

Along with a formed ankle holster I got my belt, tack belt, belt keepers, cuffs, name tag, quick draw level 3 holster that fit my primary pistol, magazine holders, a hidden handcuff key that went inside the belt keepers, some additional ballistic underwear (T-shirts and full length drawers), and a level 3A tactical vest with Sheriff printed on a Velcro strip across the back. I also got a set of boots for everyday wear and a set of boots specifically for special occasions.

My tack belt was also equipped with a pepper spray canister and holder as well as a small pouch with 4 sets of Nitrile gloves shoved in it.

I had three magazines for each weapon, two each in pouches on my belt and one in each pistol. Two mags were loaded with +P Winchester 230-Grain Ranger T-Series rounds with one mag each of custom, LEO or Government issue only, +P+200-Grain steel tipped and Teflon coated bullets for situations were extreme penetration (such as an assailant wearing a bullet proof vest) was required to stop a criminal.

I purchased an extra three boxes of the Winchester and the penetrators so I could practice a bit with each and know where they were going when I fired them.

All told, I was rigged for bear with 47 rounds of ammo, 15 of which were custom penetrators that would go through ballistic Magosa Escort vests or concrete block walls. I thought it was overkill but Marion insisted.

We went directly to a clay pit where LEOs practiced and put up a few silhouette targets. I started at 10 yards, then backed up 5 yards at a time until I was at 25 yards. I fired three mags of the Winchesters at each distance with my Sig and then with my Colt, noting the differences in aim point at each distance.

I repeated this process with the penetrators and when I was through I felt I was proficient enough, given my previous firearms training, to put the rounds where they needed to be. Frankly, I was impressed with the Colt. The rounds fell 2 inches low at 25 yards, which was expected with the shorter barrel. I was also impressed with the penetrators. At 25 yards they were within one inch of elevation from the 10 yard mark on each gun but all of the groups were two inches higher than the Winchesters at 25 yards.

So, from 10 yards to 25 yards, regardless of round or pistol, I was within a 4 inch window. The groupings were very consistent and, when I took a half second to aim, were within one inch center to center on both pistols with both types of rounds.

I found that when I double tapped the Winchesters the second round was consistently one inch above the first on the Sig and 2 inches above the first with the Colt due to it being a lighter pistol with a bit more recoil.

We then went by the Tailor’s shop and I picked up my uniform. It fit perfectly, plenty of shoulder and crotch room while also defining my ass. I could have done without that last part but it was too late to change that now. Marion attached a second badge as well as my name tag and had me wear the uniform, with complete kit, for the rest of the trip.

We went grocery shopping. I swear, every woman in the place was checking me out. One even exclaimed, “Damn officer! I think I may need some protecting later tonight! You available?”

I politely responded, “M-Lady, I would love to be your protector, but I am afraid my protection duties are fully booked for the foreseeable future. I deeply appreciate your request and I am very put out that I must decline.”

The lady just swooned, “And he has a silver tongue as well. My goodness, someone is a lucky girl!”

Marion guffawed and dad just smiled, “Damn son, that must hurt! She is hot!”

The lady smiled at the compliment and shot him a wink.

We were at the Club by 10:45 and Mavis was beside herself when she saw me in uniform. “Harry, you look good in that, I mean, like, I want to go do something so you can arrest me, good!”

I laughed, “I seem to be getting that response from several ladies today.”

She replied, “I have no doubt!”

Mavis went into the kitchen to let Chef know we were there and she came out to say hello. She looked at me and had a sharp intake of breath, looked at Mavis, and whispered, “Mistress! He is dangerously good looking in uniform!”

I blushed a bit, “Chef, it is just me. Thank you, though. Can we put ourselves in your masterful hands to prepare us lunch?”

Chef smiled, “You will have my best, Great Master.” With that she ran to the kitchen to prepare our lunch.

It turns out today was Oriental cuisine day and the waiters soon brought out hot herbal Tea with Chamomile, Cardamon, and Fennel. This was soon followed by a small Chinese salad featuring sesame seeds, slivered almonds, green onions, and bok choy napa cabbage leaves (stems removed) with a delicate but slightly sweet roasted sesame dressing.

This was soon followed by generous helpings of Pork Dumplings, crispy Green Beans, and crispy Spring Rolls as the second course. The third course consisted of Hot and Sour Soup while the fourth course included Thai Shrimp and Peanut Noodles, Spicy Beef with Noodles, and Seared Duck Breast With spicy orange glaze and Asian greens.

We then went home and all hell broke loose.

“Harry! While you look fantastic in your uniform, Now we have to find a one hour dry cleaner to get it ready for the award ceremony!” Barbara groaned.

I was immediately stripped and all the ladies left, saying they would bring home pizza and beer for dinner. I stood in my skivvies, holding my tack belt and boots in my hands in the living room as all the ladies gave me a kiss and left. Marion and Dad just laughed their asses off and I stood there with a WTF just happened look on my face.

Dad looked at Marion and chuckled, “You know what that was really all about, right?”

Marion winked, “We didn’t invite them to lunch and didn’t bring any home.”

I face palmed.

Well. The four of us decided to take the afternoon in the pool.

We were productive, however. Dad did order a Generac, Guardian 24kw whole house backup generator for the lodge as well as a large propane tank that was to be buried to the left of the house, just off the driveway. He also ordered one for their house and, with my permission, one for Mom’s and my home. He got a good deal with Kıbrıs Escort the three purchases, making the installations almost free.

I decided to work on my boots. I first placed them in a 100 degree F oven for 30 minutes to pull out all the oil in the leather. I then used a degreaser and wiped the expressed oil off the boots.

While waiting for my boots to cool down, I stripped and cleaned both weapons and put them away. After they cooled back down to room temperature, I grabbed my boots and polish and polishing kit and went out to the pool.

I sat at a table outside and began working on a spit shine for my special occasion boots. I first spread a medium-thick layer of paste polish over the portion of the boot to be spit shined using a moist micro weave cloth. I allowed that coat to dry for 10 minutes before I buffed the dried polish (using a circular motion) with the wet cloth, until the wax started to become shiny.

Using the same damp rag on my finger, I applied a fine layer of polish in a circular motion and kept on rubbing lightly until a hazy shine developed. I kept applying very thin coats of wax, buffing them with a small circular motion, until I had buffed out an additional 15 layers of wax on each boot after the base coat and each boot was highly glossed before using a clean, dry, soft, micro weave cloth to give it a final buff. When I was done, I could shave off my reflection.

The ladies eventually returned just before 6 pm. Barbara said, “Don’t believe it when a dry cleaner says they offer one hour service! We dropped off your uniform, went to eat at the Club, went shopping for clothes and lingerie, and then still had time to order pizza and pick up some craft beer before your uniform was ready! But it is now dry cleaned. Hope you don’t mind, but we had them add a stain resistor to the fabric.”

“Thanks ladies!” I responded, “I appreciate all the effort you put into my uniform.”

The ladies had purchased 3 16 inch artisan pizzas, one full of extra cheese and most every meat you can imagine, one Hawaiian with pineapple and Canadian Bacon, and one truly Italian with a seasoned San Marzano tomato base, thin sliced onions, Canadian Bacon, deli pepperoni, slices of authentic mozzarella cheese, and black olives. Sue even picked up a few cans of anchovies, fresh Jalapeno’s, a large wedge of Parmesan cheese to be shredded, and a large loaf of garlic bread.

They popped everything into the ovens after adding Jalapeno’s and anchovies to order. Dinner was no clothing allowed as it was the weekend.

The beer was a L’Obscur (Amaro) which is a very well made, incredibly bold, complex and finely nuanced Flemish Red,with tastes of oily, tart vinegar forward pomegranate syrup among bakers chocolate, old garden herbs and sugared blood oranges. The initial prominent tartness of the beer gets gently toned down by a complex, grape dominated barrel appearance which opens up the palate to red currants, unsalted olives and ripe blackberries. The beer finishes with a perfect, well nuanced balance between its prominent, leathery tartness and the beer’s dry to sweet plethora of herbs and fruits.

The short skinny: Perfect pizza beer.

After dinner I pulled Cathy over to the living room couch where I sat down, lubed up my cock, and had her straddle me as she lowered herself down on me. She started to work at bringing us to climax so I put my hands on her hips and settled her down. “Cathy, I just want to have a relaxing sexual encounter with you as we talk a bit, that OK?”

“Sure, Harry, what’s on your mind?”

“Well, your life has been uprooted this weekend. I just wanted to make sure your feet were still on the ground and to get a feel for where you are with all these changes in your life.”

“Aww, thank you Harry. Actually, I feel very centered right now. Your family is amazing at being inclusive and accepting and making someone feel right at home and at ease. I’m really not questioning what is going on or why I am just running with it. I figure it works, or it doesn’t. But the ride so far has been pretty amazing.”

Sue brought us both a nice glass of fresh squeezed fruit and sat down beside us, absently playing with Cathy’s nipples as she laid her head on my shoulder. Cathy’s breathing began to quicken and she started gently moving her pelvis forward and back, which had the delicious effect of moving my cock head front to back inside her. “Mmmm, honey, that feels wonderful.”

Sue asked Cathy, “So, how has your experience with a free use household worked for you?”

“Well, it is certainly unique. I am not sure most people are secure enough in their relationships or are mature enough to make it work. But you all seem to be very comfortable with it. This being a perfect example. I am fucking your fiance’ right in front of you and the family, on the living room couch, and you just nonchalantly walk up with fruit drinks, sit down, and have a pleasant conversation. It is kinda mind blowing and takes a bit getting used to, for sure.”

“Oh honey, I am just waiting Lefkoşa Escort for you both to climax so I can eat both your cum out of your pussy,” Sue laughed.

“Well, Sue, keep messing with my nipples and I will oblige you sooner rather than later.”

With that encouragement, Sue leaned in and began suckling on Cathy’s nipples. For her part, Cathy was kicking my cock into high gear with her Kegel muscles. She wasn’t moving much, but my cock felt like I was banging the shit out of her pussy.

Doc came over and spread Sue’s knees and ate her out a bit before sinking his cock balls deep into her pussy and she began to moan on Cathy’s nipples. “Damn,” was all Doc got out.

“I told you Doc, the smoothest pussy you will ever fuck.”

“I can’t believe you will just let me fuck your fiance’ right in front….unh…of you. Damn your pussy is slick, Sue.”

“We know our love for each other is on solid ground, Doc. We enjoy not having to worry about the stresses and yearnings of being only for each other with sex. This is out in the open, very loving, (Cathy started squeezing the shit out of my cock as she orgasmed) fuuuuck!” I came with her. My balls pumping her full of my cream.

When Cathy recovered, Sue had her position herself over her mouth so she could eat her pussy clean as our combined climaxes oozed out of her cunnie.

“Sue? Doc? Either of you mind if I sleep with Leesie and DD tonight? I think I am wanting some serious boob action tonight.”

“Sue piped up, not at all hon, you know better than to have to ask (knowing full well it was all for Doc’s benefit). I think I would love to sleep with Doc and your mother tonight. I think Doc would love sucking her tits while he fucked me some more.” Evidently Doc’s cock responded favorably to that idea as Sue remarked, “Mmmmm, I think Doc likes that idea.”

“Cathy, I know Marion is looking forward to being with you tonight, and James really wants to sleep with Lisa. Let’s all meet up tomorrow here for breakfast and I will make a ham and egg quiche for everyone.”

With sleeping arrangements worked out, everyone retired early so as to enjoy one another’s company. Doc and Sue and Barbara went over to DD’s place along with Marion and Cathy. I went to take a shower and when I got back to the room, DD and Leesie were in a really sexy 69. I walked around the bed, admiring the shapely bottoms and large breasts. I took my time and enjoyed fingering DD’s ass while Leesie did a number on her pussy and clit.

It just got wilder from there. I pulled out a vibrating anal plug from the dresser, lubed it up, and slid it into DD’s ass. When I turned it on, she creened, “Oh fuuuck!” and soon came all over Leesie’s face. I went and got a second one, lubed it up, and had DD separate Leesie’s cheeks as I slid one into her and turned it on. Her pussy immediately began to wink and DD dove in, eating her pussy and nibbling on her engorged clit till she came explosively.

I then straddled DD’s legs and Leesie’s face and slowly fucked her glistening pussy while Leesie continued to suck on her clit as my balls softly impacted her face on each gentle down stroke. DD’s pussy was tight, very slick, very hot, and very inviting. A man just loves it when a woman really wants to feel his cock deep inside her and lets him know how much she is enjoying it. “DD I want to have a nice, sensual, slow fuck with you my pet.”

“Then I want you to clean up my cock as Leesie cleans your pussy. Leesie, after that, I want you and DD to get me hard again and I would like you to sit on my cock so I can play with your tits. DD, I would like you to get a bunny vibrator and slip it in and out of your pussy as you sit next to Leesie so I can play with your tits as well.”

Slowly sliding my cock into her cunnie, the ridge behind the head of my cock felt the delicious friction of every inch of her slick, sliding pussy walls. The feeling was intense and I felt it deep down in my balls. I could feel the vibrations of her butt plug as well, and it took a herculean effort to keep going slow and steady.

I wanted this climax to start at the base of my spine and work up both ways, up my spine and through my balls, instead of being all centered in my cock. So, I continued to slowly fuck DD’s inviting pussy. I lasted 45 minutes before I felt the tightening of my sphincter, the warm electricity begin to flow up my spine, and the intense tingles washing over my balls and up my cock.

“Pet, Master is about to cream your pussssssyyyyyyyy!” My balls pumped cum into DD’s pussy like they were machines intent on impregnating every egg she had. I came so much that Leesie had some difficulty licking up the cum that I plunged out of DD’s sopping cunt.

DD was cumming as well and she lifted her head to howl and growl like a coyote in heat as her spasms caused her cunnie to express load after load of my cum from her exposed sex, right into Leesie’s eager mouth.

I lay on my back on one side of the bed and Leesie made short work of cleaning DD while DD licked my cum off of my balls and cock. The sight of all that boob flesh bouncing around, and the excited women refreshed my cock and Leesie slid down my cock in one drop. Leesie needed cock bad, and she had no patience for a slow fuck. She started bouncing up and down on my cock, pressing her clit against my pubic mound on every down stroke

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How I Pegged My Father (Daughter/dad)

Bored, a daughter discovers mom and dad’s kinky secret.

Incest, pegging, dad and daughter, cum eating, summer, vacations, dumped, mansplaining, the birds and the bees.

##### To the Reader. This tale contains incestuous sex between a willing daughter and her father, anal sex with a strapon, and very slight hints of the use of handcuffs. so please don’t read it if that bothers you, feel free to devote the time to other more interesting tales.

My contribution to the Summer Lovin’ Story Contest 2022; vote (if you liked it) and leave a constructive comment, please. ######

Chapter 1 — Showtime!

I opened the door to the hotel room, where my father was working on the laptop. Through the door I could see accounting emails on the screen, boredom personified. The cold air from the air conditioner stiffened my bare nipples. I shook out my blond hair so that it would be more exposed.

Walking silently on the bare toes of my shoeless feet, I entered, trying to approach in surprise without attracting his attention. He knew it was just the two of us in the apartment, and without turning around he said, “What is it, my cub bear?”

I replied, “It’s Showtime!”

He turned around and gasped.

I had never seen a man with that expression. Amazed, shocked, amazed, offended, happy but also worried. And I had never seen a cock suddenly get hard like it did that day. Good. With a wicked sneer, and the most detached voice possible, I said to him:

“I was looking for a vibrator in Mommy’s drawers, and instead I found this harness of black straps… and in front, it has a ring that looks like it’s set up to house this huge, purple and orange dragon cock … what do you want to confess to me, dear Daddy?”

He was still in shock, overwhelmed by emotions and sensations.

“Oh my cub bear… daughter: how did you find the strapon your mom uses on me?”

Chapter 2 — a little flashback.

If I can break through the Fourth Wall, like Deadpool… you will all wonder how we got to that point.

I was not supposed to be here. I was supposed to be on vacation with Jasper, my boyfriend. Former boyfriend. Everyone knows that the two seasons when we are most likely to be broken up are before Christmas and before summer vacation: Christmas to avoid spending money on gifts, and the vacations to have the freedom to hunt any possible prey without being accused of cheating.

Jasper was my first real boyfriend. I had first had sex with a female friend of mine (but only to experiment) and then with her older brother, and then with some fellow students, but the only one I had ever fallen in love with was my Jasper.

I would like to tell you that he was everything to me – but instead, in that summer, he was just a selfish devil to me, who had left me to go off freely with his three companions to visit archaeological centers between Rome and Pompeii.

I could not go with them (with what role? The Smurfette?) and he dumped me.

Without a vacation, without a plan, I found myself at 19 with no idea except to stay in Amsterdam alone at home while my family took a two-week vacation on the Italian coast, in Tuscany near the island of Elba. The Amsterdam airport was jammed, with lines that lasted up to six or eight hours, and it was much better to travel by car.

To comfort me from my crying, my compassionate mother Wilhelmina said, “Margret, come with us, pack your suitcase, don’t forget anything, and you will spend one last vacation together with your parents and brother. Next year we will see.”

But I was completely out of my mind. I joined the vacation with my family only to forget about him.

Instead, I forgot a bunch of things.

I forgot my suitcase: not even a dress of my own, a pair of flip-flops, a swimsuit. Nothing.

I forgot my cell phone.

Most importantly, I forgot to take my pill the day we left.

Then, because I get carsick, in order not to vomit my mom gave me a sleeping pill, and I slept all the way to Florence. My father choose a residence near the coast, within a park of cypress and oak trees, with some comfortable two-story cottages. On the first day I was too tired to swim in the pool, and opted for sunbathing topless in our small garden, with a bikini bottom borrowed by my mom (her breast was larger but I don’t wear a bra). A very skimpy thong, but I had smeared sunscreen all over with great care, and I didn’t get sunburned..

I didn’t think I would arouse so much interest in the neighborhood, but I distinctly heard at least two boys masturbating and enjoying the sight of my bare breasts, and maybe even a man from the upstairs window while his wife slept.

I didn’t care. I was angry at the whole male gender and didn’t want to know anyone. My brother has known me for many years and knew very well that this was no time for jokes or shenanigans, and he kept his headphones in his ears the whole time Kıbrıs Escort to avoid arguments.

The next day I didn’t even think about it: I was menstruating like a waterfall.

Just as well, I thought: the only time of the year when there is no Jasper to fuck my pussy, and I can finally fulfill my gynecologist’s advice and take a break after consecutive months on the birth control pill.

But I had cramps and a painful headache.

My mother had already planned everything: the next day there was a nice excursion by ferry to the island of Elba (the one where Napoleon had been exiled. Dumped, like me).

I was not able to participate, and my mother understood that well.

You have to know that in my mother’s family fibroids in the uterus are very common. It runs in the family. My grandmother, my aunts, my mother, and my cousins. All of them. My mother first gave birth to my brother (Kurt the Firstborn, the favorite) when she was only 22 years old when she was still a medical student, and then she gave birth to me two years later: it was a race against time because, before the age of forty, surgeons decided to perform a total hysterectomy. They removed her uterus, tubes, and one of her two ovaries. The vagina works perfectly: my mother always pointed this out to friends and relatives at dinner. But she can never have children again.

Did genetics and biology perhaps have an impact on her choices in life? Perhaps they did. For a bet, she and her sister pledged to date guys shorter than them. So my aunt married a doctor of Caribbean descent, Dutch and coal-black, who was almost a palm shorter than her; and my mother married my father, who at that time was only a geology student: no one could imagine that he would win a national competition and become the youngest director of the Amsterdam Gemological Museum, at the head of a staff of dozens of men and women: a true Alpha male.

My mother was taller than him by a full forehead, and she never gave up on heeled shoes (even at the pool, she wears slippers with thickened soles).

My mother always said she fell in love with my father because of his heart, not because of his height. We know about the bet because Auntie always tells us about it. But in my opinion, there was also something else: I believe that in my mind, as in my mother’s, there was a need to find a good guy who was willing to have children soon. She found my father, who was the perfect father: I thought I had found my Jasper, and instead, I had nothing.

Not only did I not have a man: I had no swimsuit or clothes! My mom has bigger breasts than me and is taller: the only thing we have in common is our shoe size. The first day we bought panties for me, to accommodate the tampons, because my mom only uses thongs or stringy swimsuits (where by “stringy” I mean that a string goes through the buttocks and barely covers the front cleft).

My mom always says that Italian women look at her negatively but if stores sell that kind of swimsuit, that implies that some women buy them no? And since she has no problem with tampons, she has been enjoying her almost full tan for several years, regardless of the comments of jealous local wives.

Chapter 3: Lost and found.

That morning, Mom had left by car with my brother Kurt. The plan was: to arrive at the harbor in Piombino by car, board the ferry, travel to the island of Elba, and meet an old friend of hers for lunch (Cornelia diminished to Cora, later to become proverbial in the phrase “Cora the Cougar” for her obsession with leopard short clothes and animalier skimpy swimsuits).

They were supposed to return by ferry in the early afternoon.

Without a car, it would have been total boredom for me. We were in a beautiful Tuscan village, on top of a hill, with a nice cool breeze even in August. Tall cypress trees provided shade for reading or resting. Cicadas and crickets replaced the noise of urban traffic. And cooks competed to spoil us, with amazing breakfasts, galactic lunches, and romantic dinners.

“The Tuscan countryside is like Heaven on Earth except that my personal Adam abandoned me alone,” I thought angrily.

My father had stayed in the residence to work on the laptop.

I slept until ten o’clock. My period had woken me up at six, then I had fallen back asleep. I swallowed an espresso coffee but didn’t feel like eating.

I pondered the possibility of getting a tan while voyeurs jerked off watching me. But I was not in the spirit to give free gifts to strangers.

If anyone deserved masturbation, that someone was me.

I could have masturbated with the shower stream, but I was annoyed at the idea of consuming so much water, for ecological reasons.

My mother had always been explicit with us about sex: she always walked around the house naked, and she had never pretended that sex was not part of her life. She would talk about vibrators and clitorises with her friends at dinner in Lefkoşa Escort front of us children, in the same tone as talking about the fabric of curtains or the color of glasses.

I knew my mother had her own vibrators at home; I wondered if she had brought any on vacation. I had been so absent-minded, I had forgotten mine-along with all my clothes.

I decided to go to my mother’s room to see if she had brought a dildo or a vibrator. I had forgotten all my things, but she was much more organized than I was. I was looking for a vibrator, or better a wand, with which to massage my clitoris.

I opened some drawers. My mother was a very neat woman: the shirts together, the clothes in the coat rack, the shoes in the shoe rack. And the vibrators in the vibrator drawer, top right.

I thought: “There are my mom’s old friends! Sure, then I’d have to wash and disinfect them but it’s better than thinking angrily about Jasper … uh, what’s that?”

Beneath the dildos and vibrators I already knew, there was a tool I had never seen in person. Oh well, I had seen it in some porn videos, but I didn’t know it was, like, a family tradition.

It was a strapon. A black leather panty, triangular, with an adjustable metal ring in the middle; joined with strong black leather straps.

Curiosity prevailed over lust. I could always masturbate afterward, but I wanted at all costs to experience the sensation of wearing the strapon. The metal ring in the middle seemed adjustable, and quite solid: if I fastened a dildo, it would not easily slip out of my grasp.

With beginners’ luck, in the drawer, I immediately saw a huge dildo shaped like a dragon cock, orange, and purple. It was wide in diameter, really fat, with raised veins and a large knob on the end.

The base had a foot that fits perfectly into the ring. I looked at myself in the mirror, strutting around. My stupid pussy was bleeding into the tampon from that damn monthly cycle, but this fucking dragon cock didn’t have that kind of problem. Maybe there is no such thing as penis envy, but there is definitely such a thing as period-free envy.

I stayed for a few minutes looking at myself in the mirror. Then it occurred to me that that kind of object had to be used in two. The dildos and vibrators could be used by my mother alone, but this, geez! This had to be used against someone.

And the only person in the house was my daddy.

Naked, wearing a huge purple and orange dragon cock, I started barefoot toward the room where he was typing on his laptop.

He without looking at me muttered “cub bear”-he always called me that, even as a child when I didn’t yet have blond hair on my pussy. Now the hairs would be there but I always shaved them, like my mother. Nevertheless, my daddy still called me “cub bear.”

I opened the door and said, “Showtime!”

Chapter 4: Father to daughter: the Talk about Birds and Bees.

My father was in a panic. His eyes sent mixed messages: concern, duty, shame, surprise.

But he was a scientist, and the rational approach prevailed in him. Still seated, he spread his arms wide in his typical gesture, which we all knew in the family meant: “beware you all: now I start boring mansplaining.”

I blocked him by putting an index finger before his mouth, while with my other hand I gripped my dragon cock, as a threat in front of his eyes.

“No mansplaining with me, Daddy.”

He nodded silently. With two fingers he closed an imaginary zipper over his lips.

“You can only answer my questions. And they will be many. But no long speeches and no Full History of Whole Mankind, otherwise there will be punishments…”

With a sigh, my father said calmly, “Honey, your mother loves pegging. I adore your mother. I would do anything to make her happy. A friend of hers (Cora the Cougar) had told her about this particular harness, but you can’t use it with this dildo.”

“Why not?”

“Because, so to speak, for pegging a man’s anus, it’s more convenient to use a thinner dildo and lots of lubricating gel.”

“Are you asking me to go pegging with you!!!? But Dad!” said I in a mock scandalized voice.

Honestly, I was not attracted to him as a Man, but I was very interested in the sexual technique per se. And perhaps, I thought, it would be best to learn the first steps with someone I had full confidence in. My daddy had taught me how to swim and ride a bicycle (old movies showed that he had taught me how to walk even though I didn’t remember). Perhaps he was the right person to teach me pegging.

He was already on the defensive. “No, please, I wasn’t even thinking about it, I was here working at my laptop! I knew very well that my wife keeps the vibrators in the top drawer, but I didn’t think I would bother you, I thought you were still thinking about Jasper.”

Dad realized that he had made a big mistake. Naming Jasper in front of a dumped, nervous girl with a purple dragon Girne Escort cock in her hand is not a good idea at all. He immediately asked for forgiveness.

“Excuse me! I didn’t mean to say that name. But I understand that in your little heart there are so many mixed emotions. If I understand correctly, he told you that you are too vanilla?”

“Yes.” It was hard for me to admit it, but he was my dad, and perhaps he was the only person who could help me understand boys (of course I couldn’t talk to my brother, to avoid jokes and mocking).

“Tell me honestly how vanilla. I don’t judge you. I care for you.”

It was a strange sentence to hear, holding the thick purple dick of a dragon in front of the same daddy who had cradled you as a child. It was an awkward and unreasonable moment. A big tear gushed from my left eye, while the right remained dry. I decided to confess everything without shame. I don’t know if I would have done it dressed normally. But wearing the strapon, I felt like I was invincible, like Lady Thor or Valkyrie.

“Jasper and I do everything but anal because I’m afraid it will hurt. We have Velcro handcuffs, which by now after “50 Shades” everyone has, and sometimes he asks me to whip him blindfolded with the soft whip–that’s it. Oh, and he has a fixation on dancing strip teases, in heels. But it doesn’t seem fair, because I always have to undress for him, learn the dance steps and all the seductive moves (while the heels hurt my ankles), while he doesn’t put any effort into it: he just jerks off his fat cock and smiles while sitting comfortably on the couch…”

“I agree. It’s not egalitarian.”

“You think you could help me, Daddy?”

His eyes finally showed a smile. I had seen that smile before when the man unscrewed the childish wheels from my bicycle. It was the smile of a father who knows, with knowing confidence, that he will be able to help his daughter.

“Sure thing: I always can help you, honey. Now please run to your mother’s room and put the Evil Dragon back in the drawer. I don’t know why your mother brought it on vacation I think she uses it sometimes as a challenge against herself (to see how far she can dilate her pussy), but she never uses it with me. To use the strapon with me, you’ll need a violet dildo, with a wide base, a thin shaft, and an even thinner, softer tip.”

I ran faster than Flash. Violet dildo, searching a Violet Dildo. I opened the drawer. Found it. Removed the Dragon. I put on the Violet. I grabbed the lubricating gel. I closed the drawer. I ran barefoot to my father’s room. I still had my menstrual pad on but had completely forgotten about it. Was it unsexy to look at? He had not mentioned it. I decided I didn’t care; I was too curious.

I found my daddy lying on his back on the lower part of the couch: the peninsula that allowed people to watch television while lying down. He held two pairs of handcuffs, open, and he was naked. He always walked around the house naked, too, but I had never noticed that he was so carefully shaved.

“Can I ask you a request, if you don’t mind?”

“A request is granted to you, but no more,” I replied, trying to appear more confident than I was.

“At the time of pegging, your mother always handcuffs my wrists to my ankles, and in a way, it would make me feel more comfortable — reproducing the scene in the most usual form, that is.”

“Ah was that the request? I was already thinking of doing it for free. (I giggled) and now that you’re helpless, with your cock in the air and your rosebud exposed, what do you suggest I do?”

I had locked the straps of his right ankle to his right wrist, and equally to the left. He was looking at me with a pillow under his neck. He was exposed and completely helpless, while to me he looked like a heroic warrior princess wielding a heavy broadsword with two hands.

“Dear, you need to lubricate both me and the dildo a lot, and then rest the tip slowly.”

Ah! I was forgetting. Excitement plays tricks. Of course, the lubricant.

“But if it’s too lubricated you won’t feel anything!”

“My child, trust me, a lot of lubrication is needed. You are lucky because your little vagina lubricates itself, but I don’t, and I need a lot of lubricants.”

“I thought you were going to go on all four.”

“For the first few times, it’s better if there’s eye contact…you can tell a lot from the eyes, from the look, and then, from the sufferer, there’s less fear…not that I’m afraid of you, cub bear, it’s that if I don’t see what’s going on back there, it increases the tension. I know that in a lot of porn movies you see pegging performances against bound, blindfolded, and caged men, but in my opinion, it increases the tension to an unbearable level. Trust me, it’s better if we can face each other.”

It was all so new, and so exciting to me-his cock slowly rising as I stroked the edge of my lower target with my lube-filled hand. Should I have kissed him? He hadn’t asked, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to. Kissing his lips, kissing down even, better not to kiss.

I pushed the tip in. He squinted and groaned, as if a rhino had gored him, but instead less than a phalanx had gone in. But he gasped and demanded with his whole body that I slow down.

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Crystal came out of the tack room and headed across the barn toward the watering trough just outside the main door. Her damp shirt was unbuttoned and she flapped it open and closed to circulate some cool air. It had to be one hundred in the barn and hotter than that in the tack room and it wasn’t even noon yet. She was sweating her ass off.

At the door of the barn, she whipped the shirt off and hung it on a nail. Her breasts were slippery with sweat as she ran her hands over them. She glanced over at the bunkhouse and then down toward the main house. There was no one here at the main compound but her today. Her parents and brother had left early for the weekly trip to town. Curly, the foreman was out checking the windmills and waterhole’s.

With a grin, she wiggled out of her cutoff jeans and hung them on another nail. Her ass was as slippery as her breasts, especially between the cheeks. Her fingers explored deeper until one of them bushed her anus. Her hips gave a little jerk and she took a hissing breath. She loved how sensitive her asshole was. It always gave her a thrill when she played with it. Out here in the open, even more so.

She teased her asshole with one finger while the other hand came around to caress her slick hairless mound and then down across her puffy outer lips. She took a half step to the side and shivered as her fingertip found her clit. Being naked here in the compound always made her hornier than normal. The heat seemed to add to it.

Her hips rocked back and forth several times before she moved her hands away from her sex and ass. An orgasm now would be nice but…. Crystal sighed as she turned toward the old wooden horse trough. It was six feet long, three feet wide, and three feet deep. When she was little, she actually learned the basics of swimming in it.

There was a two by six nailed across one corner. She had used it way back when for a diving platform. Now she sat down on it with her back toward the water. Her legs were spread wide by the corner. She grinned and reached back to dip up water and drizzle it across her breasts. The trough was in the shade so the water felt cool as it ran down her body.

She scooped up more water and dribbled it on her chest. She shivered as she thought of climbing in the trough. With a grin, she reached down and pulled her boot and sock off. A moment later, she had the second boot off. She turned and lowered her feet into the water. It wasn’t cold but it sure was cool against her hot body.

Standing up, she waded to the center of the trough. As she squatted down, she placed a hand on each edge of the tank. The water touched her ass and sex. She shivered. It felt cold on her pussy. Slowly she sat down. The bottom was slippery and the water cooler feeling. The water was over her breasts as she scooted back against the end of the trough.

With a soft sigh, she leaned back and stretched out her legs. Much better, she thought as she sighed again. Her hands went to her breasts and caressed them as she looked around. She grinned at the picture her mind showed her of herself sitting in the trough with just her cowboy hat on.

“Talk about your Kodak moments,” she said still grinning.

She leaned her head back against the edge of the trough and shivered as her fingers pinched and rolled her nipples. Her eyes slowly closed as she went back to caressing her breasts. It wasn’t long until her right hand wandered down across her belly to cup her sex. Her feet moved out against the sides of the tank as her middle finger traced her slit. It was warm and slippery.

Crystal teased her hot opening and then moved her finger up to roll her clit around. She whimpered softly and returned her finger to her opening. She stirred her finger around in circles as she pushed it in to the second knuckle. Her hips quivered as she did and gave a little jerk as the fingers on her left hand brushed across her clit.

“No, no, not so fast,” she said aloud and moved her left hand back to her breasts.

She had a smile on her face as she worked her finger in and out of her sex slowly. “I’ve got all day to build things up,” she whispered.

“All day to build what things up?” She heard her brother’s voice ask from behind her.

Crystal jerked her finger out of her pussy as her head snapped around. Gary, her brother was standing about ten feet away. “What… what are you doing here? Are mom and dad home?”

“Nope, they left early and I slept in. I was supposed to help you with cleaning the tack and tack room but….” He paused to grin as he walked a few steps closer, his eyes on the shorts and shirt hanging on the wall. “Interesting place to go skinny dipping.”

“It was hotter than hell in the tack room,” Crystal said and then added as her brother took another step. “Stay the hell over there.”

“And you’re going to make me how?” He asked as he took another step.

Crystal bit her lower lip. Gary had played football his last two years of high school and helped with loading the hay the last Girne Escort four years. He was bigger and stronger than she was. “Good question,” she admitted. “If I said please, would that help?”

Gary laughed. “”Probably not. I haven’t seen you skinny dipping since I was like five and you were eight.”

“Uh, there’s been a few changes since then,” Crystal said and then sighed as Gary took another step. He was about four feet away and she knew he could see into the trough.

“I can see a couple of them.” Crystal used her hands to cover her breasts and Gary laughed. “Too late for that now.”

“Why don’t you go back to the house or at least turn around so I can get out of here and get dressed.”

“Where’s the enjoyment in that? With you going to college three or four days a week, I can’t have any fun anymore.”

Living at home was the only way Crystal’s mom and dad could afford for her to go to college. The drive to town wasn’t bad but the college was on the other side and traffic was never easy. The only way across town was right down the middle. It was a major highway and traffic always stacked up.

Gary took another step, his eyes running up and down the shadowy figure of his sister’s body. “Not bad, not bad at all. A little skinny for my usual tastes but….”

Crystal chuckled. “Mary Beth or Annie Richards?” Both were girls she knew her brother had dated. Both were on the plump side.

“Hey now, don’t knock the ladies. They’re both built for comfort, not speed. Anyway, they’ve both got breasts two or three times as big as yours.”

Crystal laughed. “So that’s what the extra ballast is for, to keep them from falling over on their faces.”

Gary chuckled. “I can live with that as long as they don’t get on top.”

“Why don’t you go work on the tack room while I get out of here,” Crystal said.

“Aren’t you going to finish what you had started?”

Crystal did a little double take at her brother and asked, “What are you talking about?”

“You were masturbating right,” he said as he took another step forward. He was right next to the trough. “That’s what you were building up, an orgasm or two.”

Crystal felt her face get hot. Not because of the masturbation part but the who that was talking about it. “That is none of your business,” she said quickly.

Cary shrugged and walked to the far end of the trough and turned to put his foot up on the edge. His view from this position was good enough that he could see that there wasn’t any dark hair on his sister’s mound. He played with the laces on his tennis shoe. “Maybe I should join you. That water looks cool and inviting.”

“I don’t think so,” Crystal said. She suddenly realized where her brother’s eyes were and closed her legs quickly.

Seeing his sister jerk her legs shut, Gary whipped his t-shirt off over his head. He spent a little time looking for a loose nail on the barn wall. He found one and hung the t-shirt up. “Annie shaves her pussy,” he said a moment later. “She say’s it makes everything feel twice as good. Is that true?”

Crystal felt her face get hot again. Again it wasn’t so much the subject but who was asking and the fact that he was looking at her naked body. The clear water wasn’t much in the way of cover. Her eyes wandered over his chest, arms, and belly. He didn’t have a six pack but it was close. With a shiver she said, “It feels cleaner, cooler, and yeah, more sensitive shaved.”

Gary nodded as he untied his shoe lace. He grinned as he put that foot down and lifted the other one to the edge of the tank. He untied that lace and looked at his sister’s face. The shorts he had on were shorter than his normal ones. These didn’t quite come to mid thigh.

With his leg up this way, the leg opening was pointed straight at his sister’s face and he knew his hard dick was showing. Her eyes were on the legs opening. He grinned and said, “I know I like it shave better. No hair in my mouth, if you know what I mean.”

Crystal’s eyes jumped to her brother’s face. Seeing the head of his dick sticking out the leg of those shorts had made her pussy clench up. Add to that the fact that her brother ate pussy and…. She shivered and nodded her head. Her love life was nonexistent, if you didn’t count her fingers. Her only boyfriend had gone to State college and to make a long story short, had a new girlfriend.

Gary watched a string of emotions and expressions cross his sister’s face. Some he recognized and some he didn’t. Women were such a mystery and scary at times. He knew he shouldn’t tease and torment his sister so much but that’s what little brothers did. Then something clicked and he asked, “Who are you dating?”

Crystal blinked a couple of times. Her mind had been on her ex boyfriend and the times they had made love in the front seat of his truck or on that old sleeping bag he kept behind the seat. Her brother wasn’t grinning or smiling even, so it must be a serious question and not another dig at her. Before she Magosa Escort could stop it, her hand came up out of the water and her fingers wiggled.

“I… uh… that’s not good,” her brother said as he put his foot on the ground.

“Yes and no,” Crystal said with a grin. “My hand knows what I like and how I like it and it doesn’t fall asleep on me.”

Gary chuckled. “Richard always was an idiot.”

At the mention of her ex boyfriends name, Crystal frowned. “Water under the bridge,” she said as she lowered her hand.

Gary shook his head and started to walk along the side of the trough. “I’ll get started on the tack. Come on in when you’re ready.”

Crystal gave her brother a funny look. “What’s going on?” She asked.

Gary stopped and looked down at her. “I think I’m growing up,” he replied and then chuckled. “Anyway, finding you skinny dipping in the horse trough is good blackmail material.”

Crystal splashed water at him but she was smiling as she did so. Gary laughed and went on into the barn. “Blackmail your ass,” she said and then grinned. If he wanted blackmail material, maybe she should give him some. Blackmail could be a two edged sword.

Her hands came up to caress and massage her breasts. Her mind was toying with the idea of getting out of the trough and going into the barn naked except for her hat and boots. She wondered at her brothers reaction, not to mention her own. It was broad daylight. She had been naked with Richard but it had always been night time.

Crystal shivered as she put her hands on the side of the trough and stood up. The light breeze had been hot earlier but now it felt cool on her wet skin. She turned around and waded to the corner and leaned out to look in the barn. Her brother wasn’t in sight. She shivered and climbed up to sit on the corner board.

Her feet were wet so she reached up to get her shirt. She could barely reach it and it took a couple of flips of her wrist to get it off the nail. She leaned over and looked in the barn again as she dried her feet. She wasn’t sure if she was relieved or disappointed that her brother wasn’t in sight. She shivered as she laid her shirt across her lap and reached down for her socks.

Crystal had her boots on and stood up. She had the shirt in one hand as she moved closer to the barn door and looked inside. Her brother must be in the tack room, she thought as she started to put the shirt on. She stopped and shivered hard as the thought of running around the barn naked with her brother there streaked across her mind, no pun intended.

She slowly took the shirt off and hung it back on the nail by the door. Her heart was racing as she did. Did she have the nerve? Did she really want to do this? Why was she doing this? She didn’t have a clear answer to the first but the second was yes. Her sex tightly clenching up was the answer to the third.

With a deep breath, she started inside the barn. A bridle hanging on a stall rail caught her attention and she changed directions to get it. She had it in one hand as she walked over to the tack room door. Her brother had his back to the door as he coiled up a rope.

Her boot made a noise as she stepped up onto the wooden tack room floor. Gary glanced around at the noise and then froze, his eyes wide and his mouth open. Crystal grinned and then moved across to the far wall to hang the bridal up. Her sex was clenched up tight enough to hurt from her brother’s eyes.

She turned toward her brother once she had the bridle on the peg. Gary finally closed his mouth and then groaned softly. “It’s much cooler in here this way,” Crystal said as she pulled the lid off the feed can next to her. It was less than half full. “Two bags,” she said mostly to herself and turned toward the door.

Gary groaned again as she step down and out the door. Crystal moved two forty pound bags of feed over to the doorway. Gary moved them over beside the feed can, opened them, and dumped them in. When he finished the second one, he turned around quickly.

Crystal had a number of chest straps and cinches piled on the table in front of her. She was sorting through them and putting worn ones aside. Gary stood there with his eyes running up and down her body. She was standing with most of her weight on her left foot which kicked her right hip out slightly.

Her ass was short and round at the bottom of each cheek, with a deep cleft up the middle. Her shoulders were pulled back and there was a deep indent running up the middle of her back. She might be skinnier than his norm but she looked sexy as hell. The hat and boots just added to it.

Crystal finished the sorting and turned her head to look over her shoulder. “Shouldn’t you being doing something?”

Gary nodded and sighed. “I am doing something.”

Crystal grinned as she gathered up the chinches and moved over to the nail they would hang from. “Looking at my ass isn’t doing anything.”

“There sure has been some changes,” Gary said Lefkoşa Escort and shook his head. “The guys at that college must be all brain dead.”

Crystal hung the last chinch up and turned toward her brother. “Not really. I’ve got better things to do than get hung up on a guy. Mom and dad are spending good money and I’m not about to waste it.”

Gary’s eyes darted from her face to her breasts and down to her sex. Crystal shivered and chewed on her bottom lip to stifle a moan. His eyes settled on her smallish breasts. They were fuller at the bottom and the puffy nipples were upturned and turned slightly outward. Gary licked his lips and said, “Your breasts are so much different than Mary Beth’s or Annie’s. It’s the nipples more than anything.”

Crystal grinned as her hands came up to caress her breasts. Her palms rubbing across her nipples made her take in a hissing breath. That and her brother watching her intently. “They are very, very sensitive to say the least. I can almost have an orgasm doing what I’m doing right now.”

Gary groaned softly. “You’re driving me crazy doing that.”

Crystal’s eyes dropped to the front of his shorts and the tent trying to rise in the left leg opening. “So I see,” she said as she pinched one nipple and squeezed the other breast lightly.

“Doesn’t pinching that nipple hurt. It looks so delicate.”

Crystal rolled the nipple back and forth and then released it quickly. She took another hissing breath. “It burns and stings deliciously but it doesn’t hurt.”

The nipple she had pinched and rolled looked twice as big as the other one. “One is bigger than the other,” Gary said and licked his lips.

Crystal shivered as she thought of a tongue on her nipples. She whimpered softly as she pinched and rolled the other nipple. When she released it, it was as big as the first one. “Teasing it, draws extra blood there and they get bigger. Didn’t you notice that with those monster boobs you were playing with?”

“Uh, most of it took place in the dark,” Gary confessed.

“Been there and done that with Richard.”

“You and Richard—”

“Yes, me and Richard,” Crystal said cutting her brother off. “Like you and Mary Beth or Annie.”

“Uh… I…. Uh…. We….” Gary stammered and then blushed. “Uh… never… uh.”

Crystal giggled before she could stop herself. Gary gave her a hard look. “Sorry,” Crystal whispered. “So you’re still a virgin.”

Gary sighed and nodded. “Unless a blowjob counts.”

“According to a certain President, it doesn’t,” Crystal said with a grin as she turned to gather up the chest straps.

Gary sighed and shook his head. “Yeah, right.” He watched his sister as she hung up the straps. “How about you and Richard?”

Crystal finished with the straps and looked at her brother. “What about me and Richard.”

“Well, did you?”

“Did I what?” Crystal asked with a grin. “Did I fuck Richard? That’s for me and Richard to know and for you to speculate about.”

“You are such a tease.”

“Not until today,” Crystal whispered and then looked around. “What else needs doing?”

“Talk about your loaded question,” Gary said with a grin.

“I meant to get this place cleaned up.”

Gary sighed. “I know what you meant. With you naked, my mind is not on the business at hand.”

Crystal looked her brother up and down. “I’m surprised you haven’t joined me in being naked.”

“That would be dangerous for both of us.”

Crystal chewed on her bottom lip for a few seconds. “Probably.”

Gary gave a shivering shake as he turned toward the cabinet on the far wall. “Definitely,” he whispered as he opened the cabinet door. He rearranged several items and then turned to toss his sister a round tin and a brush. “Dad’s saddle looks a little dry and so does that bridal you brought in.”

The round tin was saddle soap. Crystal nodded as she moved over to the saddle rack in the back corner. She sat the tin and brush on the corner of the bench as she moved the rack and saddle out toward the middle of the room. Her brother got the bridle and carried it over to the bench.

“Are there any clean rags,” Crystal asked as she opened the tin.

Gary pulled a metal trashcan out from under the bench and opened it. It was half full of rags. He pulled a couple out and tossed them on the bench. He slid the trashcan back under the bench.

“Water,” she said as he headed for the door.

A small metal bucket sat just inside the door. He picked it up and turned to go get water. He paused and looked at his sister. “I’ll bring our clothes inside. I’d hate for mom and dad to show up early and see them.”

Crystal grinned. “Talk about a flag in front of a bull.”

“I have an idea mom would be worse than dad.”

“That’s who I was talking about,” Crystal replied and then grinned. “Mom and dad get more than their share around here believe me.”

Gary gave his sister a funny look. “And how do you know this?”

“I’ve caught them more than once, although they didn’t see me. They were too busy shall we say.”

“Caught them? Caught them doing what and where?”

“Twice, right here in the barn and twice on the tractor during hay season.”

“The, uh, barn I might believe but on the tractor? Anyway, I was out there for all the baling and loading.”

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