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“I’m getting close, Jack,” Allie said between breaths. “Just keep…” her voice trailed off. “Just keep doing that.”

Allie had completely given up on drinking her coffee and shifted her attention to outpacing Christi in their race to orgasm.

Right beside her, Christi was feverishly fingering herself while my tongue was hard at work between Allie’s legs. From the sounds of Christi’s breathing and moaning, she sounded just as determined to come first as Allie was. There was no way this was the first race between these two.

“I’m getting close, too, if anyone’s wondering,” Christi chimed in playfully.

I started to laugh until Allie chastised me.

“Don’t you dare start laughing right now,” Allie scolded in a half-serious tone. “Just pay attention to what you’re doing down there until we win.”

I did as I was told. I plunged my tongue between Allie’s sex lips and tangoed with her swollen clit.

“Ahhh,” Allie moaned in response, much more loudly than before. “Just like that.”

I maintained the pressure on Allie’s clit, mixing in the myriad methods of oral pleasure that Christi had mentioned to me earlier. Allie responded favorably to each of them and ran her fingers through my hair. I felt her push my head down further into her crotch as she began grinding against me on her final ascent toward orgasm.

I wanted to add a finger or two to the mix since my tongue was tiring from all the oral gymnastics, but I was determined to get this done with only my tongue. Fortunately, a few more licks was all it took before Allie began moaning loudly.

“Oh fuck, Jack,” Allie groaned. “I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m fucking coming.”

“You’re not the only one,” Christi interjected before letting out a long, loud groan. “Ohhhh yes.”

I felt Christi’s hand grabbing at the sheets next to me as she tried to anchor herself for the orgasmic tidal wave that was washing over her. Unable to find a good grip, her hand groped its way along my shoulder, up past my neck, and through my hair. She grabbed a fistful of hair and held on tight — a little tighter than I might have liked — while her other hand navigated the choppy waters of sexual climax. Allie instinctively shifted her hands to make room for Christi’s.

I let my tongue go on autopilot and just took in the moment. I listened as Allie and Christi moaned, one after the other, almost as if each was trying to be the loudest one in the room. I felt each of them tug at my hair and grip the back of my neck. The bed rocked and creaked as their bodies shook with pleasure.

Before long, the commotion subsided. Both Allie and Christi melted back into the pillows in a hopeless attempt to catch their breath, letting go of my hair in the process. I gently pulled myself away from Allie’s crotch and slid between the two girls further up the bed.

“Holy shit,” Allie said. “That was incredible.”

“I may have learned a thing or two earlier this morning,” I admitted.

“Oh yeah?” Allie asked.

“Yup,” Christi said. “Who knew he was such a fast learner? I guess you won’t be needing me for orgasms anymore,” Christi added playfully.

“Oh please,” Allie countered. “You know I’ll never say no to you going down on me, no matter how good Jack is at this.”

I saw Christi smile out of the corner of my eye. She clearly took pride in her ability to make Allie come.

“It’s too bad you lost the race, though,” Allie continued.

“I most certainly did not, Allison,” Christi shot back.

“You most certainly did,” Allie replied. “I totally came before you did. Isn’t that right, Jack?”

“I would say so,” I chimed in.

“No no no,” Christi pushed back. “Jack is too biased to be the judge of this, seeing as he’s the one who was responsible for your orgasm.”

“How about we call it a tie then?” Allie offered.

“Deal,” Christi said. “But that just means we’ll need a tiebreaker later.”

“I like the sound of that,” Allie replied.

“Me too,” I said. “Something to look forward to for tonight.”

The three of us rested quietly for a few more minutes in hopes of summoning our strength to get ready to leave.

“So, do I need to get dressed for this hike?” Allie asked as she swallowed the last few sips of her coffee.

“We probably should,” Christi said. “At least to start. And definitely to leave the house. I don’t think we should just walk out the front door naked for the world to see.”

“Ugh, fine,” Allie said. “But I’m not wearing clothes a second longer than I need to. Just so you know.”

“Okay, Allie,” Christi said with a laugh.

With that, the three of us rose from the bed and began getting ready. Christi and Allie headed to their rooms to get dressed while I stayed behind in my room. I opted for some lightweight clothes and comfortable shoes then walked down the hall to Allie’s room. Christi had gotten dressed Girne Escort more quickly — she wore a loose pair of black shorts and a red tank top — and was already in there trying to move Allie along.

“Sports bras suck,” Allie said as she pulled her lime green bra down over her breasts. “My boobs feel claustrophobic in this thing after spending the last two days free as a bird.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle at the comment.

“Oh, you think that’s funny, Jack?” Allie jested. “If it’s so amusing, why don’t you wear one? I have an extra. Hope you like pink!”

Allie playfully threw a neon pink sports bra at me from across the room.

“Can you grab a backpack and a few bottles of water?” Christi said to me, taking control of the situation like the adult in the room.

“Sure,” I said. “Anything else?”

“Maybe some sunscreen, too. And I guess a few granola bars would be good.”

“Okay,” I said. “I’ll go do that now.”

“Cool,” Christi said. “Maybe once you’re done, princess here will be ready to go.”

Allie playfully gave Christi the middle finger as I whirled around and headed downstairs.

I gathered the few items that we needed and threw them into an old backpack. I also drank the last few ounces of coffee from earlier before turning off the machine and washing the coffee pot.

“Ready?” Christi asked as she and Allie walked into the kitchen.

“Yup,” I replied.

Allie was finally fully dressed. She went with some black spandex shorts that showed off her curves and a white tank top that only partially obscured the lime green sports bra underneath. No matter what she wore, Allie always managed to look insanely attractive.

“Who’s driving?” Christi asked.

“I can,” I said, grabbing my keys as we walked out the front door.

The three of us piled into my car. Christi sat upfront with me while Allie sat in the back. Even though it was only late morning, the interior of my car was already very warm. Sitting in direct sunlight in the driveway probably didn’t help.

“Holy shit it’s hot in here,” Allie said. “So glad I wore all these clothes.”

“Would you rather get arrested for public indecency on the front lawn instead?” Christi asked.

“At least then I wouldn’t be sweating,” Allie quipped, not missing a beat.

I backed the car out of the driveway and drove off. Christi turned on the radio, and Allie rolled down the windows in a seemingly futile attempt to cool off.

After driving for a few minutes, we had made our way out of the residential area surrounding the lake and onto a less busy back road that led toward the forest. The road became increasingly wooded as we drove further, and the earthy smell of the foliage crept into the car.

“Well, that’s enough of this,” Allie said. Noticing that this road was more secluded, she began to strip in the back seat. Allie pulled off her tank top, followed by her sports bra, letting the breeze brush over her small but firm boobs.

I struggled to keep my eyes on the road and off the topless girl in the back seat.

“You lasted longer than I expected you to,” Christi joked. “That was a whole five minutes.”

“Hey,” Allie replied. “If it were up to me, it wouldn’t have even been five seconds.”

I watched in the rearview mirror as Allie fiddled with her waistband for a few seconds before tugging her shorts down and out of sight. Her underwear soon followed, leaving Allie completely naked except for her socks and shoes.

“Your turn, Christi.” Allie said. “Time to ditch the clothes.”

Christi didn’t object. She pulled her tank top and sports bra over her head, leaving her pert breasts fully exposed. Her thick brown nipples hardened as the summer breeze danced over her skin.

Christi’s shorts came off next, followed by her white cotton underwear. Her dark brown bush soaked up the sunlight that streamed through the open windows.

“There,” Christi said. “Happy?”

“Almost,” Allie replied. “Just one more person left.”

“I can’t right now,” I said. “I’m a little busy at the moment in case you couldn’t tell — you know, just making sure we don’t drive into a tree or anything.”

“True,” Allie said. “How about you just take your cock out then?”

“You have a solution for everything, don’t you?” I asked.

“Sure do,” Allie replied. “Now, let’s see it.”

Deciding that resistance was futile, I agreed. Keeping my grip on the steering wheel with my left hand, I fiddled with the zipper on my shorts with my right hand. Unfortunately, the zipper was stuck, and my attempts to loosen it with one hand were unsuccessful.

“Sorry, Allie,” I said. “My zipper has other ideas. I guess you’ll just have to wait.”

Not wanting to be defeated by a pair of shorts, Allie leaned forward and tried to resolve the situation herself. My dick hardened as her hands grabbed at my crotch amid her struggle with my zipper.

“A little help here, Christi?” Allie asked in a commanding sort of way. “I can’t get it from back here.”

Christi hesitated.

“Go ahead,” I said, trying to keep my eyes on the winding road through the Magosa Escort woods.

Christi leaned over from the passenger seat and with two hands was able to loosen the zipper. I felt her unbutton my shorts and pull the zipper all the way down, leaving my boxers exposed.

Christi looked at me as if to request my okay to finish the process. I nodded in affirmation.

Christi reached her hand into my boxers and took hold of my shaft. The skin on her hand was soft and warm. Christi ran her hand along my hardened length until she reached the tip. Then, with some gentle pulling, she freed my enlarged member and brought it out into the sunlight.

Trying not to get any more aroused than I already was, I kept my eyes on the road and looked straight ahead. I felt Christi’s hand linger for a second or two before she let go of me and returned her hands to her lap. My crotch tingled with arousal.

In my mind, I knew it was just the reverse of earlier that morning when Christi ran my hand through her bush. This was basically the same. Still, it felt different — more intimate, in a way. But unlike earlier when I was almost nervous to make contact with Christi’s crotch, now it just felt kind of natural. I had to wonder how Christi was feeling.

“All set,” Christi said, rousing me from my thoughts.

“Perfect,” Allie replied with a smile. “Now how about you turn the music up so we can all sit back and enjoy the drive?”

Christi did just that.

We drove quietly for the next twenty minutes or so, listening to the music and feeling the summer air caress our exposed skin. Every so often, I thought I saw Christi looking over at my crotch, but I couldn’t be sure. Maybe, despite her unwavering nonchalance with all this, she still had some curiosity left in her after all.

Soon enough, we pulled into a dirt parking lot located just off the wooded road we had driven on. There were no other cars in sight, which was a little surprising since it was a holiday weekend. Then again, with the weather as hot as it was, most people probably opted to spend their time on the lake.

The parking lot was located at the trailhead for a nature path that wound its way through the trees. If I remembered correctly, the trail made its way up a gradual slope that, at its apex, looked out over a river valley down below. It would make for a decent workout without being unbearably difficult.

Allie swung her door open and hopped out of the car, not wanting to waste any time.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Christi called after her.

“What do you mean?” Allie replied.

“Your clothes,” Christi said.

“You really think we need them?” Allie asked. “It looks like we’re the only ones here.”

“I could toss them in the backpack and carry them with us,” I offered. “Just in case we run into someone.”

“Good idea, Jack,” Christi said.

Christi reached down and started gathering her clothes.

“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “I’ll grab everything. I want to organize the backpack so everything fits.”

“Don’t forget to take your clothes off, too,” Allie chimed in through the open window.

“I won’t,” I said.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and turned around to grab Allie’s clothes, which were strewn across the back seat. Meanwhile, Christi exited the car and joined Allie in the sun.

Having collected all of Allie’s clothes, I turned my attention to Christi’s. As I reached down to collect them from the floor, I noticed a small wet spot on the front passenger seat. I guess Christi got a little excited on the drive up here herself, I thought. I had to wonder if it was from her furtive glances at my exposed member during the drive.

After stuffing the girls’ clothes into the backpack, I stepped out of the car, disrobed, and then tossed my clothes into the backpack, as well. The backpack turned out to be a little bit bulkier than I had hoped — I wasn’t anticipating carrying three outfits around — but fortunately it was more cumbersome than heavy.

I joined Allie and Christi on the other side of the car where both of them had decided to undertake a few stretches. Deciding that was a good idea, I joined in.

“Can I have the sunscreen, Jack?” Christi asked. “I know there’s a lot of trees, but some of the trail is in the direct sun, and I’d rather not get a sunburn.”

“Same,” Allie added.

“You couldn’t have asked me that before I packed everything away?” I asked.

“Sorry,” Christi said with a warm smile.

I dug around in the backpack for a few seconds before locating the blue plastic bottle. I opened the cap and squirted a dollop of the creamy white lotion on each of our palms. The three of us applied the sunscreen to our faces, arms, and torsos.

“Can you get my back?” Allie asked Christi.

“Yup,” Christi replied, motioning to me for another squirt of sunscreen, which I provided. “Can you do mine while I do Allie’s?” Christi asked me.

“Sure,” I said. “No problem.”

As Christi started rubbing the lotion into Allie’s back, I got some more lotion and did the same to Christi. When Christi began moving down Allie’s Kıbrıs Escort back toward her waist, I did the same.

Sensing that I was following her motions, Christi got more creative. Her hands slid down to Allie’s bum, where Christi added some circular motions with her thumbs.

“Mmmm,” Allie blurted out. “This feels nice.”

Not wanting to be outdone, I did the same. I let my hands go to work on Christi’s bottom, rubbing the little sunscreen residue that was left on my hands into her skin. My hands cupped her round cheeks, and I gave each a quick squeeze after giving in to the mischievous pressure in the back of my mind. Christi’s cheeks were firm but not overly toned, instead retaining a bit of cushion that offered just enough to grab.

Realizing what I had done, Christi took it a step further. I watched as she ran her hands down the back of Allie’s legs then back up, moving her hands to the insides of Allie’s legs so that they reached the end of their journey at Allie’s crotch. Christi gently slipped one finger inside of Allie before quickly removing it. Christi’s finger glistened in the sunlight.

“Oooh,” Allie said. “Someone’s still horny.”

Both girls laughed in unison.

“What’s the matter, Jack?” Christi quipped. “Had enough of copying my every move?”

“Something like that,” I replied. “Guess you’ll just have to do the rest yourself.”

Christi frowned.

Was she disappointed that I stopped there? Did she actually want me to do that? Two days ago, I would’ve said no way. But at this point, with all of us a lot more comfortable with each other, I couldn’t definitively rule it out.

“How about you do my back instead?” I asked, shifting the conversation back to the task at hand.

Christi did as I asked, getting some more sunscreen and rubbing it on my back and shoulders. Determined to have a little fun, she let her hands glide along my ass for a few seconds and then, to my surprise, slid her hands forward until they were at my crotch. For the briefest moment, Christi cupped my balls in her hand before quickly releasing them. I felt a dull ache as they dropped back down from the gravitational pull.

“There,” Christi said. “All set.” She smiled and winked at me as I turned around.

The three of us finished applying sunscreen to the few remaining areas on our bodies and then set off on our hike.

We followed the path closely, careful to avoid any hazardous conditions. We exchanged a few words here and there but mostly tried to just take in the sights and sounds of the summer foliage. It was a truly tranquil environment — until Allie broke the silence.

“Can we stop for a minute?” Allie asked. “I have to pee.”

Christi and I nodded and stepped off to the side of the trail to rest. I assumed that Allie would go a little ways into the woods while Christi and I waited, but Allie apparently had other plans. All of a sudden, I heard a splashing sound a foot or so away from us. I looked over and quickly realized that it was Allie. A powerful stream of light yellow liquid gushed from between her legs and collected in a puddle on the side of the path.

“Oh, sorry,” I said as I made a feeble attempt to avert my gaze.

“For what?” Allie asked casually.

“I didn’t mean to look,” I replied. “I thought you were heading into the woods a little more.”

“Why?” she asked.

“For privacy?” I answered questioningly.

“Oh,” Allie said back. “Well, it’s a little late for that now.” Allie winked at me with a smile as the puddle beneath her feet widened in diameter. “I guess I forgot you weren’t used to this part.”

“Is anyone?” I asked.

“Oh yes,” Allie responded as her stream slowed to a trickle. “Christi has seen me pee at least a hundred times.”

“Really?” I asked.

“Yup,” Allie responded, shaking herself dry. “I mean, for one thing, girls go to the bathroom together all the time. For another, when your roomie already sees you naked all the time, what’s the difference?”

“I guess that’s true,” I said.

“Besides,” Christi chimed in. “Guys pee next to each other all the time. This is no different from that”

“Yeah,” I said. “But we don’t usually stand right next to each other chatting while we do it. And it’s not like anybody’s watching each other.”

“Nobody said you had to watch today,” Allie quipped. “You decided to do that all on your own.”

She was right. At first I had tried to avert my gaze, but there was something mesmerizing about it. Maybe it was Allie’s nonchalance with it all, or maybe it was just something new and unexpected. Whatever it was, I liked watching more than I was willing to admit. Fortunately, I managed to avoid getting hard, which let me keep my secret to myself.

“Ready to keep moving?” Allie asked.

“Yup,” Christi and I said in unison.

The three of us marched on, slowly making our way through the forest on the dirt trail. While we mostly walked side-by-side, occasionally I’d lag behind by a couple of steps. When I did, I got to take in the views of Allie’s ass alongside Christi’s. Similar to their boobs, Allie’s ass was a little bit smaller than Christi’s, but it also was firmer and slightly more toned. Christi, on the other hand, had a fuller butt with a little more give to it. With each step, Christi’s bottom would wiggle and jiggle ever so slightly, as if to remind the viewer that there was plenty to grab if given the opportunity.

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All characters in this story are over 18 years old.

I was content just to snuggle and hug the night before we left Devil’s Tower, but I had hoped for a little more action when I woke up with morning wood. No such luck, as Mom was already out of bed and breaking camp. I think she was trying to build up some sexual tension and anticipation, but I was already near peak on those two accounts.

Still, I played along and brought in the chairs and rolled up the awning. I tried not to think about the day before, which was impossible. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her body as she went about cleaning up, bending over, or tiptoe reaching over her head, every move brought me a glance of her belly button or the shape of her boobs under her loose shirt, braless, her ass and legs in her tight shorts, her neck, and that still visible hickey I put there.

Once the RV was buttoned up, I pulled us around by the septic dump, then pulled over and plotted our course for the Tetons. I-90 to Buffalo and then leaving the interstate, it would take us all day to get there at RV speeds. We didn’t have a reservation at Tetons, so figured we would have to call around to a nearby campground, hoping for the best.

It took a little more than half an hour to get to the interstate at Moorcroft. By then, Mom said, “I really have to pee.” and started to get up and go to the back.

I decided that I wanted in on the game of anticipation, so I put my hand on her shoulder and said, “Wait, not yet.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong. I want to play a game.”

“Can’t it wait until I go pee?”

“No,” I said, “that’s part of the game.” I was making this up on the fly, but it worked.

She was curious enough to listen.

“What’s the game?” she asked.

I picked up my full liter water bottle from my cupholder, unscrewed the top, and placed it in the holder on her side. “We’re going to play ‘Never Have I Ever.”

I had her. She looked at me and her eyes flashed, and she bit her lower lip.

“Who starts?” she asked.

“I do. But not so fast. The next rest stop is in 80 miles. I’ll pull over there and you can pee. And for every ten miles, I get to ask you a question.”

“When do I get a turn asking?”

“You don’t get a turn.”

“Why not!?”

“Because I’m already hot and bothered. I need you to catch up.”

Another lip bite, and a glance at my crotch. “So, in 80 miles, I get to pee. Ok. But what do you get?”

“I’ll tell you when we get there. You’ll have to trust me.”

“Oh, I do NOT trust you!” But she didn’t say ‘no’.

I gave it another mile before I said, “First question: Never have I ever had sex with a teenage boy.”

“That’s not fair. I told you about my high school boyfriend.” She complained, but she picked up the bottle and took a swallow of water. She didn’t seem to be too desperate yet.

As the next ten miles rolled by, I could see her start to squirm. She pressed her legs together. She kept looking out the window at the mile markers.

“Next question: Never have I ever fantasized about my son fucking me.”

She tried to just take a little sip, but I gave her a look and she tried again and took a proper swig. Just under seventy miles to go.

Ten more miles and she was pressing her thighs together. “Next question: Never have I ever leaked my juices on my son’s cock.”

She lifted the bottle and stared at me as she swallowed. She knew that she would be drinking every ten miles, but it seemed she couldn’t wait to hear what I would call her out on next. It wasn’t clear to me that all the squirming was just because she had to pee. And that was good, because my final demand would require that she be as horny as I was.

Still fifty miles to go when I said, without my eyes even leaving the road, “Never have I ever licked my juices from my son’s cock.”

She drank. Then she pressed her hand between her legs and applied pressure.

Forty miles to go. “Never have I ever swallowed a teenage boy’s cum.” That was only true if I didn’t count tasting and swallowing my own, but she didn’t challenge it. Her mouth opened as if she were remembering what it was like to suck her boyfriend’s cock, how he tasted, and how he squirted onto her tongue. We were halfway to the rest stop, and she tucked her legs up Magosa Escort in the seat. She no longer looked out the window. Her focus was on her own body and controlling herself.

I had figured out my last three questions miles ago. After another ten miles, I risked asking one I genuinely didn’t know the answer to: “Never have I ever been fucked in the ass.”

The question shocked her. She looked over at me with her lips parted, but she didn’t pick up the bottle. Still, the next ten miles did their work, and she was really fighting to hold it in, while also rubbing and stimulating herself as she pressed down on her crotch. She moved one hand under her shirt and began playing with her tits.

Regardless of how she answered the previous question, what I really wanted to know was the next one. After ten long miles, I said, “Never have I ever fantasized about my son fucking me in my virgin ass.”

She didn’t’ move at first. Then she shyly picked up the bottle and took a drink.

Only one more question, and then the rest stop would come up in a little less than ten more miles.

I took my biggest shot of all, “Never have I ever fantasized about my son getting me pregnant.”

“Oh my god,” she said. Not to me as much as to herself as she was torn between her need to pee and her need to cum. Then she reached over and picked up the bottle. It was still about one third full. She drained the entire thing, water spilling out of her mouth and soaking her shirt, which clung to her tits and made it hard for me to watch the road.

She looked at me and said, “That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? Now in about nine miles, I get to pee. What do you get?”

I was so ready for this, and I knew she was too ready to reject it, “You are not allowed to pee until my cum is in your mouth. You get relief when I get relief.”

“Oh, you mother fucker! Ok. Fuck yeah. Fuck fuck yeah.”

She reached down and unbuttoned her shorts and peeled them off somehow while still clenching her legs. Then she leaned out of her chair and started unzipping my pants.

“Hey, not yet!”

“I want you to be ready to go!” She finished taking off my pants and briefs and I sat there with my bare ass on the seat, my dick a raging hard-on.

Then she got back in her seat and peeled off her panties and had one hand holding her pussy while the other was under her shirt.

Five more miles and she was cussing the whole time. She unbuttoned her wet shirt. As I hit the off-ramp for the rest stop, she jumped out of her seat and ran to the toilet, throwing her shirt on the floor. I took my time parking the RV and walking to the back.

“Hurry! Oh my god! Hurry!”

She was sitting on the toilet with her legs still tightly together. My cock was at eye level, but I stood just out of reach.

“Please!”

“Please what?”

“Please let me suck your cock and swallow your cum so I can pee!”

“Is that the only reason?”

“God no! Please cum in my mouth!”

“Spread your legs,” I said.

She did, and I stepped forward. She wrapped her lips around my cock and sucked and slurped and worked her tongue in desperation. It wasn’t long before I felt like I was about to cum, so I pulled out one last time, knowing I could ask her for anything now.

“Beg me. Tell me how much you want to swallow my cum.”

“Oh, my god, please, I beg you, I BEG you. Please. I will do anything for you. I want to swallow your cum. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me in the ass, fuck my pussy.”

“Tell me you want me to breed you.”

“Yes, please, please fuck me raw and make me pregnant. Oh my god, but right now please cum in my mouth.”

I stepped back in, and she finished me in seconds. She took me deep in her throat, but I backed out enough for my cum to land on her tongue where she could taste it, and let it spill out her lips. The stream of pee I heard at the same time sounded like the faucet, and ran for a minute.

When I was spent, she kept me in her mouth, and when she was done peeing, her hand was back in her crotch, rubbing and penetrating. I reached down with both hands and pulled her nipples, and she came hard, with my half-shrunken dick still in her mouth.

We went back to the bed, naked, and lay 69 at first, then taking turns, sucking Kıbrıs Escort and tasting each other. She would have let me fuck her then, in the pussy or the ass, whatever I wanted, but I decided I liked being the one to dictate what we did, where and when. And besides, I didn’t want our first time to be at an Interstate rest stop. She wanted me inside her so much, her mouth took me twice again over the next hour, sucking, swallowing, cleaning.

“Please fuck me,” she said.

I put my tongue in her mouth and fucked her lips as she sucked it. She was pressing her pussy up against my crotch, grinding, but I was too spent for her to have her way with me. I slid down her body one last time and sucked her clit until she came again.

We lay naked with each other, her head on my belly looking back at my face, her legs spread for me to gently finger her wet slit, content, me just admiring every inch of her. She bit her lip again, and said, “I need to tell you something, but it breaks our rule.”

I laughed. “Which rule? I think we’ve broken them all by now.”

She laughed too, but what she had to say was serious, “The rule about not talking about things at home. I wasn’t going to tell you until summer is over, but when I take you back to school, I’m not going back home. Your dad and I are over.”

I wasn’t all that surprised, as it seemed like it had been over for a long time. I asked, “Was it just that he spent all his time at work?”

“If, by ‘work’, you mean inside his bitch secretary Trish, then yes.”

“Oh.” I knew about Trish. Or I had strongly suspected it. Maybe that’s why I never felt any guilt about what Mom and I were doing.

She explained, “The papers are signed, and I’m getting enough to do just fine without him. He keeps the house. I just wanted to escape and live the life I dreamed. So, I don’t want you to worry about me.”

“Then I’m not going back to school! I want to stay with you!”

She put her finger over my lips. “We are not going to have that argument now. Let’s live in the moment.”

“Okay,” I agreed for now. But I took her finger into my mouth and I sucked on it and I knew that when the time came to decide, I would win.

Neither of us wanted to take time to shower off. We put on some fresh clothes and got back on the road. Mom started calling campgrounds, further and further from the national park, until finally she lucked into one with a vacancy. We made good time despite our extended stop and got there well before dark. Mom and I went inside to pay for the spot and get the gate code.

The girl behind the counter was pretty, in her twenties, with colorful tattoos on her arms. The kind of girl I might have flirted with in another setting. But she seemed to sense the vibe between my mother and me. Or maybe she could just smell the sex on us. Or maybe she saw the hickey on my mom’s neck.

“How many nights?”

“Not sure yet. At least two. Is it a problem to leave it open ended?” I asked.

“No problem at all. Most of our campers are here for the season.”

“Like that movie ‘Nomads’?” my mother asked. She seemed excited at the idea of that kind of community.

“Exactly like that movie,” she answered. And instead of writing the gate code on a receipt or the campground map, she took my mother’s hand and wrote it on her palm. They looked in each other’s eyes and clearly had a moment.

Then the girl said, “If you want to meet the locals, there’s a campfire every night by the lake. Somebody always brings a guitar.”

When we got back in the RV, I turned to Mom and laughed, “What the hell was that?”

“Everybody needs a mother,” she said with a wink.

* * *

We got settled at our campsite. It was pretty bare bones, but it had a connect, and a picnic table. We finally got cleaned up and put on a slightly nicer version of camping wear to meet our neighbors. Mom looked beautiful, but I was a little sad that she was wearing a bra. As we walked to the campsite, I carried a backpack with our dinner in it, and a blanket and bottle of wine. I took Mom’s hand as we walked. She gave me an ‘are you sure?’ look, and I held her hand even tighter.

There were a handful of folks already at the fire. We introduced ourselves, and never felt a hint of judgement. Lefkoşa Escort These people just took us as we were without needing to hear our story.

I cooked some hot dogs over the fire while others arrived. I saw the tattooed girl across the way, and she smiled at us but kept her distance. We ate at a picnic table, and by then, somebody started strumming a guitar.

The night was perfect. And I knew that this was our time.

The musician started playing Eagles songs, and most everyone started singing along. Mom sang, and I just watched her, the firelight flickering in her eyes. Then I took her hand again and asked, “May I have this dance?”

We stood and began to slow dance, my mom in my arms, turning, and just rocking back and forth, holding each other, and the right lyrics came around. I whispered in her ear along with the song, “I want to sleep with you in the desert tonight, with a billion stars all around.”

“This is the best prom night ever,” she replied. And I knew that meant ‘yes’.

We took the blanket and moved away from the crowd, down to the edge of the lake. We both knew that I was going to fuck her there. Right there in the open with the music near enough to drift over us.

I put the blanket down and spread it, and I opened the wine and poured a glass for us to share. We drank, and we kissed, our tongues deep in each other’s mouths. Our hands started to explore each other. And suddenly I was glad she had worn her bra, so I could reach under her shirt with one hand and snap it open. Then I unbuttoned her shirt and took it off and let the bra fall. And I spent time sucking her nipples and licking her tits. I sucked again on the hickey on her neck, and she leaned her head back for me and gave me everything I wanted to touch.

I unsnapped her shorts and she scooted out of them. I pulled the crotch of her panties aside and they were soaking wet. I fingered her a while, as she leaned back on her elbows. Then she lifted her hips so I could peel them off.

She was completely naked in front of me, legs open, dripping wet.

“I’m your boyfriend now.”

“I know.”

“I can fuck you whenever I want.” I said it with my fingers inside her.

“I know.” She pushed my hand in deeper.

“Show me how you want me,” I said.

And she took my fingers out of her and put them in her mouth. She spread her legs wider and reached down and unfastened my jeans and pulled them down just far enough for my cock and balls to spring out. Then she lay completely flat on her back, pulled her legs back and as wide as they could go, lifted her hips, and offered herself to me in missionary position.

All I had to do was lean down and guide myself into her. She was so wet I slid directly into full depth and just rocked her there, pressing the tip of my dick onto her womb.

I took it as slow as I could. I wasn’t trying to make her cum, I just never wanted it to end. But eventually i started stroking in and out of her, and then pounding deep in her, and with every downstroke she grunted and begged, “yes, yes, yes.”

I stopped several times to savor it, but then I could sense her legs were starting t tremble at being held up so long.

“I’m going to finish inside you. My cum is going to pour into your womb. I’m going to breed you. If not tonight, then any night, every night.”

“Please. Please cum inside your little girlfriend. Please fill me up.” She worked her hips with a renewed energy.

I couldn’t wait any more. It took less than a minute then, pounding her as hard as I could, and I came, deep in her, pumping into her, filling her pussy with cum.

When I grew limp and pulled out, I scooted around for her to lick me clean. She stayed on her back, her hips tilted up, so that no more of my cum would escape. When she was done cleaning me, I zipped my jeans back up and stood up beside the blanket, looking down at her. Her naked body shone wet and perfect.

Then I looked back at the campfire. Everyone was gone. But in silhouette from the firelight, I saw who I assumed must be the tattooed girl, sitting cross-legged in the grass, maybe thirty feet away.

I smiled for the girl’s sake, and for my mother’s. I gathered up my mother’s clothes into my backpack, along with the wine bottle and glass, and I wrapped the blanket around my naked mother and walked her home.

I kissed her under the awning. And I brought her inside and gave her a shower, and she gave one to me, and we climbed into our bed, damp and clean. I wrapped my arms around her and spooned her as before. And she fell asleep in my arms.

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Kim Cummings was annoyed as she watched her son Sean and the fumigator carry the bed out of the house. The guy had practically sprayed the whole house, but Kim had decided to throw out Sean’s bed, where the bed bugs had been discovered. The bed was practically new, and she hated throwing it out, but she hated insects even more. Maybe she could put it up for sale. One of Sean’s college buddies had recently visited, and he’d been on a college trip to eastern Europe. According to the fumigator, that’s where the bugs came from.

He left shortly after, advising them to leave the windows open for a couple of hours. The timing of the bug invasion couldn’t have been worse. The guest bedroom was about to be redecorated and everything had been piled onto one side of the room. Kim’s husband Frank was on one of his business trips and wouldn’t be back for a week. She’d phoned him earlier, and he’d said he’d deal with it when he got back. Until then, Sean could sleep on the sofa.

That night, Kim came out of the shower and put on her nightdress. She looked at her reflection in the full length mirror and smiled in satisfaction. She was in excellent shape for a 38 year old mother. She’d heard the neighborhood rumor about being referred to as the top milf. She took it as the ultimate compliment that teenagers found her so alluring. Of course, teenaged boys liked large breasts, and Kim’s 40DD’s were truly spectacular.

They had always been her pride and joy. Before Sean’s birth she’d tried to keep them hidden. But after her pregnancy they became so big that they were impossible to hide. She soon began to appreciate the attention she received. Men seemed incapable of not staring at her mega jugs. Even now, they somehow still defied gravity. If and when they lost their bounce, a little cosmetic surgery would keep male eyes fixed on them.

Not that her bust was her only asset. She looked a lot younger than her age, and she kept fit and healthy. At 5ft 6″, she was top heavy, and her figure was voluptuous. Maybe she was a few pounds above her ideal weight, but she still looked sexy as hell. She had a perfect bubble butt and powerful thighs. Frank loved it when she wrapped them around him and ran her feet along his legs. Sometimes she reckoned she could wrap her legs around his waist and squeeze all his blood to his head.

Kim suddenly remembered to take a pillow and sheet down to Sean. Knowing him, he wouldn’t bother getting them. She opened her bedroom door and heard the tv downstairs. She could hear the unmistakable sounds of a computer game. She couldn’t understand what people saw in them. Playing them for hours on end for what? To gain what? A high score? A lot of them seemed like pointless violence. She glanced down at her bust and quickly grabbed her robe.

It was a fairly hot night, so Kim picked up a single sheet and pillow. She went downstairs and saw that Sean had turned off the lights. She walked into the living room and said,

“I brought you a sheet and pillow, Sean. I know how lazy you can be.”

“Thanks, mom,” He replied without looking up. Kim dropped them on the sofa beside him and said,

“Frank said he’ll sort it all out when he comes back. So, do you think you’ll be ok on the sofa for a few days?”

Sean paused his game and finally looked up. His eyes stopped at her cleavage, and the cleft that was clearly visible. He forced his eyes to move up to her face and grinned,

“Sure, mom. And if it isn’t…your bed’s a king size, right?” Kim smirked as she crossed her arms, trying to mimic a teacher.

“Well, we’ll discuss that if you have any discomfort. Goodnight, babe,” She replied as she turned to leave. She could almost feel Sean’s eyes on her. At the stairs she glanced back, and he was still staring.

In her bedroom, Kim didn’t know if Sean was joking about her bed. Their relationship had started to change when he approached manhood. It was obvious that he had begun to view her in a sexual way. She thought it was normal. Something most teenaged boys went through. But it didn’t seem like he was growing out of it. And as he got older and became a man, Kim couldn’t help viewing him sexually. It was difficult not to.

Sean was 6ft 2″ and in peak physical condition. He regularly hit the gym and was a wide receiver in his college football team. It was in her thirties that Kim had started to develop a thing for younger men. Nothing she would ever act on, just fantasies. Sean was 19 now, and there was no denying he was a hunk. She’d caught him staring at her breasts almost daily. It didn’t even embarrass him anymore. She was certain he thought about her when he jerked off.

Then, last year, Kim felt like she’d crossed a line when she was masturbating. She was imagining a young stud on top of her, thrusting his large cock into her. He suddenly turned into Kıbrıs Escort Sean and she had a huge orgasm. It wouldn’t be the last time he appeared in her fantasies. She hoped it was a harmless mutual attraction. She’d married Frank when she was 29, and Sean seemed to take an instant dislike to him.

It was almost as if Sean resented Frank coming into their life. As he got older, it sometimes seemed like Sean was jealous. At first, Frank had tried to be a good stepfather to Sean. But he didn’t bother anymore. If anything, the animosity was mutual. Kim remembered what Sean had said downstairs. She closed her eyes and imagined him beside her on the bed. He was naked as he moved over her and kissed her. Her hand held his hard cock. She lowered her hand and began slowly fingering her clit. It only took 5 minutes to bring herself off.

Kim woke at just after 8am. She knew that Sean had college today. She had better make sure he was up. She brushed her long, black hair, and was about to put on her robe. She hesitated, then dropped it on the bed. She went downstairs and headed into the kitchen. She made 2 cups of coffee and brought them into the living room. She was about to tell Sean to get up, when she abruptly stopped by the sofa. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

There was something tenting the sheet above Sean’s stomach. Kim quietly put the cups on the coffee table and moved closer. It was obviously his cock…and it was big. She moved behind his head and bent down to try to see it. The sheet was covering it. She suddenly felt irritated that she couldn’t see it. She could quickly lift the sheet and see this mighty phallus. What was she thinking? Her hormones must be out of control. God, she wanted to see it.

Just then, it suddenly lurched and shook as it throbbed. Kim wanted to just watch this amazing spectacle, but she had to wake Sean. She nudged his stomach, her fingers an inch away from the hidden monster. Sean was groggy as he opened his eyes. Kim loudly said,

“Come on, Sean, time to get up. It’s nearly 8.30.”

Sean’s eyes locked onto his mom’s big breasts as she picked up her coffee. He suddenly realized he had an erection as he sat up and lowered his feet.

He saw his mom trying to discreetly glance at it, and it gave him a thrill. He had to stretch for his cup of coffee, and Kim held her breath, hoping the sheet would slip down. She sat in the armchair and crossed her legs. It took all her concentration to look away. Sean wasn’t concerned about being discreet. He blatantly stared at her legs and breasts. His cock throbbed again as it poked out obscenely under the sheet. Kim’s eyes darted back to the monstrous sight.

She didn’t trust herself to speak. There was a strange atmosphere in the room. It was sexual and almost tangible. Sean suddenly said,

“Sorry, mom, morning wood…and you’re not helping.”

Kim’s face flushed with shock and excitement. Sean had never been this forward. Her heart was beating like a drum as she stuttered,

“W-What? What do you mean?”

“Well, that nightie doesn’t cover much, mom,” Replied Sean, grinning.

Kim’s mind searched for a reply. Eventually, she said,

“It’s ok, honey, I’ve seen plenty of morning wood. Though, your one looks gigantic compared to what I’ve seen.”

That only made Sean’s cock throb even more. Kim saw it jump, and she couldn’t look away. When she saw a wet spot appear on the sheet, she moaned quietly. Sean felt a surge of confidence hit him. He’d never had his mom so sexually flustered before.

Kim could feel a fire between her legs. She was literally leaking. Sean was getting the upper hand, and she felt like a nervous schoolgirl. She suddenly stood up and said,

“You need to get ready for college, Sean. You don’t want to be late.”

She dumped her cup in the kitchen, then quickly went upstairs and locked her bedroom door. Things were getting out of control. Sean was her son. Sure, they had sex in her fantasies, and that was where it had to stay. Her fingers were soon in her panties rolling her clit.

20 minutes later, Sean had left. Kim had cum as he got ready, desperately trying to keep her moans quiet. At one point, she almost wished he could hear her. They no longer had a normal mother and son relationship. Then again, it hadn’t been for a while. Sean had got up to all sorts of kinky behavior in the past. Taking her panties out of the laundry basket was common. A couple of times she’d even found them filled with dried cum.

One of the spare bedrooms had been cleared so Kim could do her workouts there. She remembered the times she’d seen Sean’s reflection in the mirror watching her. He always looked mesmerized and in awe. When she sunbathed in the garden, she knew he was watching and jerking off. She should have nipped it in the bud. She didn’t, because she secretly got a kick out of it. Frank had to take a lot of work related trips, and she had become bored at home.

Although, Lefkoşa Escort that was just a contributing factor. Frank didn’t have a high sex drive and he wasn’t a great lover. Kim was a highly sexed woman, and Sean had helped push her libido to breaking point. She considered what she should do. She had sex with Sean on the brain. It suddenly occurred to her why it felt so irresistible. It was totally taboo, totally wrong. And yet, that was exactly why it was such a turn on. Of course, Sean was also an extraordinary physical specimen.

The knowledge that he was hung had sent her arousal soaring. He completely fit the bill of her ideal fantasy man. Very young, muscular and well hung. The things she could do with that huge cock. And she was sure that he wouldn’t have any trouble producing a string of solid erections, and giving her a string of orgasms. She couldn’t stop thinking about it. She’d never seen a cock over 6 inches. She started masturbating again as her thoughts ran wild.

That afternoon, Kim was finishing a snack in the kitchen. She was still hungry after her exploits in the morning. She’d ended up masturbating for nearly 2 hours. She’d lost count of her orgasms and fell asleep afterwards. It was 4pm and she wondered if Sean was coming straight home. She cleared up and headed to the living room. She checked the time again…4.10pm. Where was he? Why was she so impatient? She tried to watch the news.

10 minutes later, the front door opened. Kim got up and said,

“Hi, honey. I thought you had football practice or something.”

“That’s tomorrow, mom,” Replied Sean as he suddenly hugged her. Kim felt herself being enveloped. Her breasts were squashed against his torso as his hands moved down, almost to her ass. She inhaled his aroma. His aftershave and masculine scent sent a wave of arousal through her body. Her nipples went diamond hard.

Sean pulled her even closer, and their crotches pressed tightly together. Then, Kim felt something hardening against her belly. It even reached her thigh. She abruptly shook herself free and said,

“Errr…I’ll make you something to eat in a little while, Sean. You must be hungry.”

He looked her up and down and replied,

“I am, mom. You seem pretty hungry too.”

Kim glanced at the tent in his pants and blushed. She hurried past him and headed upstairs. She quickly locked the bedroom door and shimmied her shorts down her thighs. She used her middle finger to roll and strum her clit. In less than 2 minutes she climaxed as her juices dripped down her thighs. She was stunned when her orgasm kept going, receding slightly, until it suddenly rose and erupted again. She collapsed onto the bed, her body still shaking. Wow! That was a first. A dual orgasm. What was happening to her?

More to the point, what was happening to Sean? Since yesterday, he seemed to have a new found confidence. It was as if he knew exactly what she was thinking, and had assumed the dominant role in their relationship. The sudden change was somewhat disturbing. Though, Kim also found it incredibly erotic. Sean had taken charge of the situation, and it made him seem even more powerful and assertive. She needed to keep her dirty mind in check.

She went back downstairs when she heard him go into his bedroom. She started cooking a healthy meal for them. It was mostly for Sean, as she’d recently eaten. He hopped down the stairs and appeared in the doorway. He was wearing a pair of shorts and sandals. His upper body was bare. Kim couldn’t help admiring his smooth, tanned body. He was hairless and muscular. Big guns, big pecs and a ripped sixpack. She was quietly drooling over this young Adonis.

Sean watched her for a while, before he said,

“I can help prepare the meal, mom. Do you want some of my meat inside you? Guaranteed to satisfy your hunger.”

Kim couldn’t believe the blatant innuendo of his question. She replied,

“I’m sure it would, honey. You can keep that hot beef on the back burner for now. I’ll let you know when I want some of your meat. Your beef could probably end a famine.”

Sean smiled, surprised that she was playing along. Kim had surprised herself, answering without thinking. Sean quickly retorted,

“I know you’re a hot milf, mom, but you might not be able to handle my meat.”

He was deliberately trying to bait her, and she indignantly blurted,

“I think you over estimate your cooking skills, Sean. I’d probably devour your meat in 5 minutes.”

Sean smiled to himself as he leered at her breasts and chuckled,

“It would take a lot longer than 5 minutes to stuff you full of my prime beef. You’d be so full and content, you’d probably pass out. You know what, mom? I’d love to see your lips wrapped around some sausage meat. You could wash it down with my extra hot cream.”

Kim suddenly visualized his cock in her mouth, and she replied,

“Well, like I said, Sean, put it on the back burner for now, I’m trying Girne Escort to keep my cholesterol levels down.”

They ate at the kitchen table in relative silence. Kim was wearing a tight, button up top, and Sean openly stared at her huge tits. She was still trying to figure out what had come over him. She tried to regain control and assume the position of the mature adult as she said,

“So, how was college today, Sean?”

“Unexciting and uneventful. Jimbo wanted to come round, but I told him I had other plans,” He replied, thoughtfully.

“Maybe you should have let him come round. I know how you boys love playing that computer game, Grand Theft Motorcar, right?” Said Kim. Sean chuckled at her mistake and replied,

“Close enough, mom. Although, Jimbo usually has an ulterior motive for his visits. He’s really into gorgeous, busty milfs. But so am I, and I had other plans.”

Another wave of arousal hit Kim, radiating heat between her legs.

She quickly crossed her legs. She was getting wet again, and she almost felt like steam might start rising from under the table. She knew about Jimbo’s ulterior motive. He was always ogling her with a slack jawed expression. However, Sean had never so openly referred to her as a ‘gorgeous milf’. She sipped her drink and giggled,

“Frank gets a real kick out of the boys calling me the top milf.”

“Frank needs a real kick in the ass. You deserve a real man, mom,” He replied matter of factly.

“Oh, really, Sean. Frank’s been a good provider for us, honey,” Retorted Kim. It was the best compliment she could pay him.

“Yeah, I guess, but he got the better end of the deal. A red hot milf with the best jugs in the state. Seriously, mom, you’re a 9.5, and he’s a 5. I used to look at my girly mags and think, “my mom’s got these girls beat, hands down.” And all my friends agreed with me. If you had sent some pictures to magazines, you would have been snapped up as a glamor model. There’d be no need for Frank,” He replied, earnestly.

Kim listened in rapt attention. She could have listened to Sean’s compliments all day. She knew exactly what he meant. It was the period between the ages 25 to 29. She married Frank at age 29, and she’d been in the best shape of her life. Before meeting him, she did a few dead end jobs to make ends meet. One of those jobs was working as an assistant for a guy who published sex comics. His name was Roger and he had contacts with other sex magazines.

After working there for a few weeks, Roger told her that she was wasted doing crap jobs. With a body like hers, she could be making $100,000 a year minimum doing glamor shoots. He just needed some bikini pics and a couple of topless ones to send to an agent. Kim had given it some thought, but eventually she decided that it wasn’t something that a 28 year old mother should be doing. She imagined it would be embarrassing for Sean and her own parents.

That was 10 years ago. In retrospect, she could see that she’d made a mistake. No one would have been that embarrassed. It could have been a life of easy money and seeing the world. Sure, Frank had been a good provider, but it was better to provide for yourself. Kim had been a little more conservative in her twenties. Bringing up Sean had been a full time occupation. It was only when he started high school that her attitude began to change. Regret was a terrible thing to live with.

She began clearing the table as she said,

“Yes, I do have some regrets about that. It’s never straightforward when you’re a mother. And I didn’t have the benefit of hindsight.”

“Jeeze, mom, I bet they’d snap you up, even now. You’re hotter than the surface of the sun. Frank’s been holding you back. Real women need real men. You don’t want that to become another regret,” Replied Sean as he watched her loading the dishwasher.

Kim was excited by his comments. She crossed her arms and smiled,

“Is that right, Sean? Learned in your extensive 19 years of life, I presume. So, do tell, hun, what is a real man and where can I find one?”

Sean looked up at her from his seat. Her arms squeezed her big breasts together, deliberately making them jut out. He finally replied,

“A real man has confidence and physical power. He looks after himself and he is well endowed. I’m sure you’ll attract one soon, mom.”

It was obvious he was describing himself. Kim didn’t disagree with his description of a real man. Of course, it wasn’t factual. But it was the kind of man who appeared in her fantasies. She nodded and said,

“I see, Sean. I’m thinking you’re one of these real men, honey, according to your checklist.”

“Oh, I’m definitely a real man, mom. So, are you saying I’m your first choice? I guess it would be convenient. And you can’t get better than me,” Replied Sean, with more than a touch of arrogance.

Kim was flustered again by his comment. She didn’t know why. He’d said everything except, ‘can I fuck you, mom?’ Eventually she said,

“Mmm…you definitely tick the box for confidence, honey. Based on your criteria, you’re the only real man I know. Maybe it’s a good job you’re my son.”

Sean’s smile was thick with sarcasm as he replied,

“Yeah, maybe it’s a good job, mom. But let me know if you want my meat.”

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As the three of them stand there in the shower, Shanna notices Mike looks a bit confused, and she realizes Whitney hasn’t explained everything yet. Shanna knows that Mike needs to be filled in on everything before things go further. Shanna is not only Mike and Whitney’s cousin. She’s also the reason Mike got kicked out and why he’s been away from Whitney for the last 10 years. Mike has reason to be upset, but she hopes the new information will change his mind.

While the three of them clean up, Shanna walks to the kitchen, grabs a bottle of water, and sits at the table. There, she reflects on the day everything changed.

*******************************************

The last time she had seen him had been a couple weeks after Mike and Whitney had started sleeping together. Shanna had come to stay with them since her parents were having troubles and needed the space.

When she first showed up, Mike wasn’t thrilled. It was already hard enough trying to spend time with Whitney with their parents being around, but having Shanna there made it almost impossible.

What made things even worse is that, at the time, Shanna was nothing more than a tattletale. It had been three days since she arrived, and Mike had decided to busy himself with his schoolwork, especially since he had a project due the following week. Mike is working on the computer model for his project when there’s a knock at his door.

Turning to his door, he sees Whitney pop her head in, and he smiles, saying, “What’s up, sis?”

She turns to shut his door, and as she does, pauses, wondering if she should lock it, but decides not to. She turns around, faces Mike, and walks toward him with a sway in her hips that would drive any man wild.

When she reaches Mike, she sits in his lap and says, “Nothing much. I’ve just missed you is all. I don’t know about you, but I’m super horny, and I need some help with that. I wanted to see if you’re up for some fun.”

With a smile, he replies, “I would love to, Whitney. I’m just concerned about Shanna. You and I both know what a blabbermouth she is.”

While she sits in his lap and looks into his eyes, his left hand moves to her back, and his right hand caresses her cheek. He pulls her to him and kisses her. As their lips meet, it goes from gentle to passionate almost instantly. Their tongues meet, and their hands begin a sensual dance, exploring each other’s bodies.

Soon, Whitney turns so that she’s straddling her brother and grinding against his cock. Her arms wrap around his neck as their kiss deepens, and she grinds faster against him.

Suddenly they hear footsteps approaching. With a depressed sigh, Whitney gets off of Mike, stepping a few feet away and fixing herself.

When Mike turns back to his computer, Whitney asks, “Hey, bro, what are you working on?”

Turning to her, he replies, “It’s a 3D modeling application that can be used with both phones, tablets, and laptops. The beauty of this is that it can be used for both indoor and outdoor projects or for a complete renovation of a property. Plus, it can be used for one office floor or a whole building if necessary.”

As Whitney stands there listening to Mike talk about his project, Shanna comes in and cheerfully announces, “Hey, cousins, what are you up to?”

“Mike was just showing a project he’s working on for school. It’s really cool, and I think it has a lot of potential. Is there something we can help you with, Shanna?”

“Well, I was thinking maybe the three of us could go hang out at the mall, maybe go see a movie. I don’t get to see the both of you often, and I just thought it would be fun.”

Both Mike and Whitney exchange glances and Whitney answers, “Sure, Shanna, I don’t see why not. I just have one question. What’s the real reason you want to hang out with us?”

“Well, Whitney, I know both of you think I’m a pest and a tattletale, but I want to show you I’ve changed. I’m not the same person I was, and I’m not trying to get either of you in trouble. All I’m asking for is a chance to prove it.”

With a raised eyebrow, Whitney says, “Alright, we’ll give you a chance, Shanna.” To Mike, she adds, “We’re going to go get ready. You might want to put something nice on… in the event you see a girl you want to date!” Whitney and Shanna then leave Mike’s room.

About an hour later, Mike is downstairs and dressed in a pair of slacks and a fitted polo shirt that shows off his muscular chest. Grabbing a water, he waits in the kitchen for Whitney and Shanna to come downstairs.

Mike had just finished taking a sip of water when he saw Whitney and Shanna sauntering toward him. His eyes went wide, and his cock got super hard. Whitney was wearing a red skirt that stopped about mid-thigh and a blue top that tried to hold in her massive chest. A pair of four-inch heels accentuating her sexy brown legs completed the package.

Behind her, Shanna was in Lefkoşa Escort a similar outfit, except she had on a blue skirt with a white top that also strained to hold in her ample chest. Like her cousin, she’s also wearing a pair of four-inch heels that flaunt her sexy brown legs.

As they reach Mike and see the expression on his face, Shanna chuckles and teases, “Uhoh, Whitney, I think we broke him. I guess we were too hot for this buff virgin here.”

Mike quickly replies, “That’s where you’re wrong, Shanna. I’m not a virgin anymore. Still, I need to get some more experience, but that will be easier now. So let’s go see how tonight will unfold.”

In response, Shanna gets a smug expression on her face. “Really, so who did you lose it to, Mike? How much did you pay her for it?”

The second Mike heard this, he wanted to slap her. He also couldn’t reveal the truth about him and Whitney. Still, he knew he had to come up with something. “I lost it to a girl at a party about a month ago. I never even got her name.”

Before Shanna can say anything else, Whitney intervened, “Shanna, you can grill Mike about his lack of a sex life on the way to…” and then pausing a moment, she asks them both, “Where should we go first: the movies or the mall?”

“How about we skip the mall and get something to eat then go to the movies? Besides, you two are dressed more for an evening out than the mall,” replies Mike.

Shanna is about to respond when she notices the bulge in Mike’s slacks. It makes her curious about what kind of equipment he’s packing. She offered, “That’s a good idea, Mike! Let’s do it.”

The three of them leave the house, and Whitney hands Mike the keys to her Pontiac Sunfire, saying, “Here you go, bro! You drive while I have a chat with Shanna.”

The two girls get in the back seat, and Mike feels his cock throb as he admires their beauty. He then slips in and starts the drive to Lorenzo’s, an Italian restaurant not too far from the movie theater.

As Mike drives, Whitney turns to Shanna and whispers, “I figured out your secret, Shanna. Although, honestly, I should have figured it out earlier.”

Faking innocence, Shanna responds, “What are you talking about, Whitney? All I wanted to do was hang out with my cousins.”

Shaking her head, she declares, “Bullshit! You didn’t want to hang out with me. You wanted to hang out with Mike, didn’t you?”

In surprise, Shanna starts to blush and reveals, “So what if I did? There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“No, there’s not, but with how you’re dressed, if I didn’t know any better, I would think you’re trying to seduce him.”

Shanna then guffawed and challenged, “You’re one to talk! You’re dressed just like me…” as it suddenly dawns on, she leans in toward Whitney and whispers, “So you’re the one who took Mike’s virginity, aren’t you?”

Whitney knows she has a choice to make, and against her better judgment, decides to divulge, “Yes, I am, and he’s my lover, so back off.”

Hearing this, a wide grin forms on Shanna’s lips and leans in again. “That may be so, but how would you two feel about sharing me?”

Before Whitney can respond, Shanna kisses her on the lips. Whitney is more surprised than shocked but soon starts to return the kiss. In no time, Whitney’s hands move in between Shanna’s legs, and she realizes she’s not wearing any panties.

Whitney’s hand moves to Shanna’s legs to spread them, but Shanna flips herself up and over, so she’s straddling Whitney while they kiss. Soon, they’re both caressing and grinding against each other, and their moans fill the car. Mike shakes his head in wonder as he listens to his cousin and sister make out behind him.

When they arrive at the restaurant, Mike parks the car and directs, “Alright, ladies, we’re here. Go and get something to eat cause there’s a lot we need to talk about.”

The two women break away from each other, look at him, and are surprised at how calm he is, considering they just had a major make-out session in the back seat.

Mike gets out of the car and releases the driver’s seat so the two of them can get out. Shanna is the first to get out, with Mike’s help. She stands next to him, and he can’t help but admire her body. Then he leans in so he can help Whitney out., She looks at her brother with a knowing glance. Mike then takes Shanna by one arm and Whitney by the other to enter the restaurant.

They are soon seated, and the server immediately comes in to take their drink orders.

Looking at both his cousin and his sister, who both watch him, Mike says, “I’m not sure what just happened in the car or what’s going to happen going forward, but I do know that if anything is going to continue, there are ground rules the three of us need to agree to.”

As the two women hear this, they’re surprised at how confident he sounds, and they both nod in agreement. Mike then expresses, “Shanna, Whitney is not only my sister. She’s also my lover, and she will always come first. Is that clear?”

Shanna Girne Escort nods in agreement and is pleased with how wet her pussy is now.

“Now, Shanna, you mentioned something about sharing you, and I like that idea. If we are going to continue this, though, you must agree to be our pet and do as Whitney and I command. You will refer to me as master or sir and to her as mistress. Is that clear?”

She nods in agreement, and as she does so, she can feel juices leaking out of her pussy, her body becoming hot with desire for her cousin and his command of the situation. Shanna had always liked Mike, and this time, when she came to stay with them, her plan was to seduce and tell her cousin her feelings.

Now, as the tables had turned, and while her feelings were made known, she wanted him to control her. In fact, the thought of being his pet made her so hot she started to rub herself under the table.

Mike realizes what she is doing immediately and shakes his head with a frown, letting her know she does not have permission to cum.

Then he asked, “Do you want to cum, Shanna?”

At her nodding head, Mike’s eyes grow narrow and stern as he demands, “You need to say it with your words. Now tell me, Shanna, do you want to cum?”

Her eyes pleading with her cousin, she says, “Yes, sir.”

He puts his finger under her chin, lifts her head, and sternly says, “Yes, what, Shanna? Tell us what you want.”

With parts embarrassment and excitement, she sighs before responding, “I want to cum, Mike! I want to cum so badly right now. Please let me cum.”

“Very good, Shanna. Now, before you can cum, you need to get on your knees and suck my cock until I cum, and you are to hold as much as you can in your mouth. Then share it in a kiss with Whitney. After the kiss, you must swallow the rest before you can cum. Are we clear?”

Looking him in the eyes, she eagerly states, “Yes, sir.”

At his nod and without a second thought, she slips under the table, undoes Mike’s pants, and reveals his thick cock. As she sees it for the first time, she is mesmerized by its smell and how warm it is in her hand. She uses her tongue to stimulate the thick, mushroom-like head of his manhood which begins to throb and twitch as she licks it.

While Shanna is fulfilling her task, Whitney uses her legs to attempt to hide her crouching cousin.

With each lick, Shanna gets Mike’s cock nice and wet before putting the head inside her mouth. When she does, she’s able to take about half of the length down before stopping. Then she holds it still as she continues to lick further down his shaft so that she can swallow the next couple of inches. She repeats this process until her lips are against the base of his cock. At that point, she begins to hum her own little victory tune.

Sitting there talking with Whitney, he can feel Shanna trying deepthroat him. Realizing her mouth had reached the base of his cock, he begins to groan in pleasure. At the same time, he can feel her tongue move all around his cock, causing it to throb and pulse in her mouth.

His hands reach across the table and take Whitney’s as his body starts to tremor from the pleasure he’s feeling from his cousin sucking his cock under their table. Whitney watches in rapt attention as he tries to control his groans, but then she chuckles.

Shanna feels her mouth and throat adjust to the size of Mike’s rod as she starts to suck it faster. Soon, her head is bobbing back and forth along the entire length of his cock. The faster she goes, the more Mike can feel his orgasm building, and as it gets closer, he groans and leans over the table further. Shanna then starts to rub his balls. Mike can no longer hold back, and his cock erupts in her mouth.

With a low groan, he moans, “Ohhhhhh fuck, I’m cummmmiiinnnnngggg. I’m cummmiiiiinnnngggg in Shanna’s mouth.”

Feeling Mike starting to explode, she smiles around his shaft. As she gets her liquid reward, the first stream goes down her throat, but then she pulls back so that she can hold the rest of it in her mouth. With just the head in her mouth, five more powerful blasts fill her mouth. Some of his cum spills out of the sides of her mouth, which she redirects back between her lips with her fingers.

With his cum filling her mouth, she puts his cock away and crawls up to return to her seat. Shanna leans into Whitney and kisses her full on the lips. When their lips meet, Whitney gladly opens her mouth, returning the kiss as the two women share his semen. Their tongues slip into the other’s mouths and pass his semen back and forth.

They both sit back in their chairs and open their mouths to show they shared his semen. With a smile, he nods at them, and the women smile then swallow his seed. Some of the people around them watched, but all they could see was the two women kissing.

With a wide grin, Shanna says, “Mmmmmmm, that was incredible! I never knew your seed could taste so good, sir.”

Whitney responds, “If you think that’s Magosa Escort good, wait till you feel his cock inside you. I guarantee you, it will have you seeing stars.”

“I can’t wait, Mistress.” Looking to Mike, “How did I do, Master?”

Placing his hand on her cheek, Mike asserted, “Shanna, you did very well, and after we finish eating, I’m going to drive us to a secret spot that Whitney and I found a few weeks ago, and Whitney is going to get you ready so that I can pop your cherry, and you can cum all over my cock as I fuck you hard. Are we clear?”

Catching Whitney’s eye, he directed, “Make sure you don’t let her cum before we get there.”

Both women are excited at how quickly he took command.

As they ordered and ate their food, the three of them talked. Whitney explained how things were initiated between her and Mike.

When they were finished, Mike paid the bill and walked out with one woman on each arm. Normally, Mike would never walk around thinking he was a stud, but now he was starting to feel the part, especially with two beautiful women with him who wanted nothing more than to please him.

Once they’re out of the restaurant, they get in Whitney’s car, the women in the back again, and Mike starts the drive to their secret place. As soon as they exit the parking lot, Whitney pulls Shanna in for a kiss, and as she does, her hand slips under Shanna’s skirt and feels how wet she is. Her fingers gently rub Shanna’s pussy and clit while Mike can only watch through the rearview mirror. It doesn’t take long for the sounds of their moans to fill the car, inspiring Mike’s cock to come back to life. Driving was a struggle, but he knew the reward was more than worth it.

Continuing their make-out session in the back seat, Whitney deftly removes Shanna’s top and bra, revealing a great pair of chocolate-colored breasts. The moment she sees them, Whitney bows in and begins to lick and suck the nipples. Shanna’s head reclines as she moans from Whitney’s oral attack.

Next, Whitney’s hand drops down and starts to rub Shanna’s clit again, causing her cousin to start grinding her hips against Whitney’s hand, her body yearning for release. Whitney smirks at Mike, who she knows is tenting his pants now. She wants to keep her cousin and her brother on the edge so that, when they fuck, both will have incredible orgasms.

Suddenly, Whitney removes her hand and lips, causing Shanna to stare at her in shock. Then, with a mischievous grin, Whitney moves down Shanna’s body, lifting her ass and forcing her to lean back against the side window. The moment Shanna feels Whitney’s tongue on her pussy, it’s like her body is being hit with a jolt of electricity, sending pleasure throughout her body and causing her hips to thrust against her cousin’s face.

“OHHHHHHHHHHH FUUUCCCKKKK, MISTRESS, YOUR TONGUE FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD!!!!! PLEASE DON’T STOP! KEEP LICKING MY PUSSY! PLEASE LET ME CUM, MISTRESS!”

Suddenly the car stops, and Whitney stops licking, causing Shanna to be confused until Mike turns around and says, “We’re here, ladies!”

Shanna takes in their surroundings and notices they’re in the parking lot of an abandoned building.

Mike gets out of the car and slips in the backseat with his sister and cousin. He then kisses his cousin hard and begins to remove his pants and boxers, revealing his thick 10-inch cock. Whitney holds the kiss and guides his cock to the entrance of Shanna’s pussy. As the broad head slides in, he can feel her pussy muscles squeeze against his cock. He tilts forward and begins to lick her delightfully dark nipples and breasts.

When his cock reaches her hymen, he can feel some resistance. Mike examines her eyes and voices, “This may hurt a bit. Let me know when you’re ready.”

“Go ahead, Master! Pop my cherry and make me yours. Make me your pet.”

Hearing that, Mike tears through her hymen and leans in to kiss her. After a swift shock, Shanna returns the kiss, and their tongues begin to dance with one another. Her cousin’s invading cock has claimed her body and gradually begins the universal thrust-and-retreat inside her. His hands move to her wrists, pins them to the seat, and he starts fucking her faster.

Without turning but with a grin, Mike beckoned, “Whitney, sit on our pet’s face and make her lick you till you cover her face with your juices.”

At his command, Whitney positions her pussy so that it’s right over her cousin’s face. “Come on, Shanna, use that tongue and lick my pussy while Mike fucks and claims you.”

With each of his thrusts, Shanna’s beautiful body and breasts shake, and his cock rubs and teases her g-spot. Whitney straddles her face, grinding her spasming pussy against her cousin’s open and enthusiastic mouth. Each time her mouth opens to moan, her tongue is greeted by her cousin’s wet pussy and clit.

After a few minutes of this, Shanna is overcome by pleasure, and her hands grip Whitney’s beautiful chocolate thighs. Her tongue searches the folds of her cousin’s pussy which are dripping copious amounts of juices onto her tongue. Feeling and tasting the warm liquid only makes Shanna lick deeper and faster, causing Whitney to grind her pussy on her cousin’s face without restraint. At the same time, Mike continues to plow his cousin, moving his hands to her breasts to rub and caress them.

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Author’s note: Hey everyone. This story was actually written as a fun little side project years ago (around 2013). That also explains some of the somewhat outdated tech references ;). It’s currently over 100 pages, but we’ll see how far we take it. For now, we’ve decided to start publishing it in individual chapter form.

Please let us know if you like it, dislike it, or what you’d like to see more of. The first chapter doesn’t really contain a lot of sex – more implied and starting things out. This one is a bit of a slow burner, but when it gets going later, there’ll be plenty!

Thank you!

–Jasmine and Daniel

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“She’ll be here soon — get down here!”

Adam grimaced but rose from his computer chair. A quick glance in the mirror. Meh. I look just fine. A t-shirt torn in three places and a fresh pair of jeans.

“Coming!” He called downstairs.

Part of him looked forward to seeing her — while part of him wished she wasn’t coming. It’s been almost five years since I saw her.

Aileen was his mother. A middle-aged woman, who despite her odd forty-two years still looked good, though any thought of his mother as anything except his mom of course weirded him out to no end.

“What – you couldn’t find a different shirt, dear?”

“It’s fine.” He rolled his eyes. “If she’s anything like last time, chances are she’ll wear torn stuff more than me, mom.”

Her mom shot him a dark look. “Jessica’s been trying to find herself. She’s not dirty — and her clothes are fine.”

“Mhm.” Find herself? Well, she hasn’t checked in the shower or the tub. His memories of his aunt was of a woman who more often than not smelled unwashed.

Though back then she was only 18.

“I mean it!” His mom said. “You better be nice. Jess hasn’t visited in what…five years, give or take? Yeah. Five now. And she’s seen so much! She could probably teach you a thing or two. Get you travelling a bit instead of spending your time at that idiot box.”

“Maybe she’d visit more if she was actually in the country. Where’s she come from this time?”

“Well…-” His mom began, then broke off when the sound of a car reaching the driveway interrupted her.

“Shit…” Adam grinned at his mom when she glared and opened the door.

A dirt-caked taxi had reached the house and a woman of small stature — little more than 5″2, lest he missed his guess — was already busy unpacking the vehicle on her own, leaving the driver with little more to do than stand and watch.

“Hey! Hey there, you two! My favorite people!” She balanced a large pack on her back and a black duffel bag that looked as though it had seen better days, with a tear in one corner from which the end of a white garment peeked.

“Jess!” His mom rushed down, taking the duffel against her sister’s protests and gesturing for him to come down.

“Comin'” He muttered and smiled tentatively at his aunt.

“Holy shit — look at you, Adam! Last time I saw you, you still wore that dorky piece-of-shit transformers shirt! Look at you now, all grown up.” A teasing smile played across full lips lacking any lipstick — or a face lacking any other trace of makeup for that matter. She was dusted with freckles, red-haired and natural.

Adam glanced down reluctantly. Shit. Maybe i should have worn a different shirt. He scrubbed his palm across the Transformers logo and cleared his throat.

“I’m kidding, dude! Don’t look so glum, you’re all grown up, for real! How are you, sissy?” Already she was hugging his mom who smiled at him over Jessica’s shoulder.

“I’m good. And you? You look all tan — should be careful with that. How was the Caribbean?”

“Heaven!” She sighed wistfully. “You should see the people! Martin and i sailed to Martinique, spent almost a whole month there!” She looked around at the bedraggled, rural house and shrugged, smiling. “Not that this is bad either.”

“I’m sure it’s exactly the same.” Mom said dryly and nodded toward the open door. “Let’s go inside, yeah? It’s baking out here and i’ve got some ice water ready.”

“Psh! This is nothing. Besides, hold on. I have something for you, Adam. Let’s see…” She put the large bag down and started rustling through it, finally pulling out a bracelet of seashells tied together with what seemed hand-spun…something. “There! Try it on! The Boho islanders wear theirs all year-round, I thought it’d look cool on you!”

Adam grimaced. A bracelet. Seashells? Jesus. He put it on and raised his arm, glancing up dubiously..

“Perfect!” His aunt grinned, showing white, nigh-perfect teeth.

She has a smile to drop a cow at twenty paces.

“So, what are you up to? Studying? Working? Watcha doing?”

“What, you don’t have Facebook?” he glanced down at her. He was at least two heads taller. Last time it was more equal. Somehow his height made it different.

Jessica snorted. “You know I don’t use that crap! Martin gave me that goddamn cell phone and Girne Escort I still can’t do more than call the four numbers in my list.”

“Right.” He closed the door behind her. “Sorry about that, b-t-w. Martin, I mean.”

A shadow of anger crossed her face but was gone quickly. “Whatever. It’s fine. I dare him to find someone else who’ll su-” She cut off and cleared her throat. “well, what I mean is…fuck that asshole, right?”

Mom stumbled and glared back at her sister.

Adam knuckled his mouth to hide a smile. “Right, right.”

“So what about chicks?” She punched his shoulder “Tell me! Who’re you dating these days? Still that blonde at school? The tall one with tits?”

“Dawn?” he raised one eyebrow. “Jeeze, we never dated. She was just a friend.”

“A friend you did homework for. Some friend, Adam.” quipped his mom from the door.

“Mom!” He glared at Aileen, who raised her hands defensively, a smile curving her lips.

“Really?” Jessica’s eyes sparkled. “What’d she give you for it, hm? You must’ve asked for something after all.”

“Jess. Please!” His mother’s voice was firm.

He decided to ignore her quip. “Since then…well…the last girl I dated was Kaylee, but…” He glanced at mom, who huffed.

“What? What happened with her?” Asked Jessica, looking from one to the other.

“Oh…nothing.” His mom said.

Adam glared at her. She didn’t have to do that. Thanks to that time, no chick will even look at me!

“Adam?” Jess demanded. “What?”

“It’s…well…” Well, fuck it. She did do it after all. He glanced at her. And it’s over a year ago. He took a deep breath. “Mom chased Kaylee out with a broom.”

“What?! You’re fucking with me!” Jess stared from him to Aileen, his mother, who crossed her arms and blushed faintly. “Lee!”

“Oh, don’t ‘Lee’ me, Jess!” Faint spots of red decorated his mother’s cheeks. “I won’t have my son dating some…some…some..”

“Some what?” His aunt raised an eyebrow.

“Some piece of trailer trash! Kaylee lives in that hellhole, what’s it called? Cornflower Estates? I don’t know what you saw in that girl. She was loud-mouthed, not to mention rude — for Pete’s sake, Adam – she called you an idiot!-“

“She was kidding.” Adam, broke in, glaring.

“-And she dressed like that…that…thing from that TV-show. What’s the name? Hazzard?”

“The Dukes of Hazzard?” Jessica grinned suddenly. “You dated some Daisy Duke-look-alike-chick? Oh, come on, Lee!”

“She wasn’t that.” Adam said. “She just…well, some of her clothes were similar. Sometimes at least. Mom just…well overreacted.”

“I bet.” Jessica breathed. “How could you! Aw, Adam, poor guy.” She hugged him tightly.

His mom snorted. “I won’t have my only son marrying some piece of…of…trailer trash.”

“Marrying?” His aunt was the one to snort in laughter. “I don’t think Adam’s ultimate love interest will be some girl who can’t even add two and two. But that don’t mean he can’t have some fun, does it?”

“Yeah…not all of us can gallivant around the world, traipsing from sailboat to sailboat, Jess. Some of us have to be more serious. And careful about who we associate with. That girl? No way!” That last part with a meaning stare for him.

Adam rolled his eyes.

Not a single girl has given me a second look since that time.

Kaylee had spread the tale of Adam Baker and his psycho-mom’ across the high school within a day. Every girl was giving him giggles and looks — just not for the right reasons.

Jessica rolled her eyes. “Well, now that I’m here we can see how we can fix that, can’t we? Tomorrow you and I are going to town, Adam. You’ll take me where the other kids go.”

“Oh hell no, you won’t!” His mother glared. “I remember your evenings at The Outpost. Hell no, you’re not taking my son there, Jess!”

“What, that isn’t shut down? We should go there!”

Adam swallowed. The Outpost was the town’s dive bar — few but youths from what his mom had dubbed ‘trailer trash’ ventured there. “S…Sure!”

Mom rolled her eyes, obvious in not taking what he — or her sister — said seriously. “Come on, Jess. I’ll show you to your room.”

“You think I need help finding my old room?”

“Well, it’s my house now, remember? It looks different then when you were last here.”

I’ll say. Adam looked forward to his aunt seeing her old room. His mother had turned it into what she’d called her “hobby space”. The small, square area was lined with shelves with glue, dried flowers, papers, sewing supplies and whatever his mom spent her free time doing. She was good at finding things to do, his mom was.

Jess looked dubious when his mother shooed her upstairs.

It was then that he realized she’d not smelled bad at all. He frowned. She did smell. The travel through Texas heat had certainly made her perspire. Maybe it was her perfume. She smelled only faintly of something flowery, but most Magosa Escort of it was a smell which he associated with her, and not one of perfume.

Weird.

He glanced up the stairs. Already he could hear his aunt and mom arguing, though they were muffled by the door they’d closed. It was one of the reasons why his aunt rarely visited them. Things were fine between her and his mother – for the first three minutes.

After that, a lifetime of differences and wildly varying attitudes took over and they started a non-stop series of fights that would last until his mother fled and left her sister in peace, or until Jessica buckled and left town, returning to whatever man she was with at the time.

Except…this time there is no man. And she’s staying indefinitely. At least if she’s to believed.

Adam shuddered.

A muffled ‘Fuck you!’ came from upstairs and a door opened — and promptly smashed closed again.

His mother descended the stairs, a smile on her lips.

“I heard, mom.” He sighed.

The smile slid off her lips like water from a windshield. “I’m…sorry about that….Sisters fight, you know.” She added the last part belatedly.

He shrugged. “T’sokay, mom. But you know…i told you so.”

His Mom sighed. “She’s my sister, Adam. I’ll help her whenever I can.”

Adam inclined his head. He’d had this argument too many times to have it again — to want to have it again. “What’s for dinner?” Food, the cooking of it or even simply talking of it always put his mother in a much better mood.

“Pot roast.” She glowed. “With baby potatoes and peas.”

Jessica’s favorite. No one could accuse his mother of not trying to mend fences.

He returned to his room for the rest of the afternoon. It was where he was when his aunt came in, his mom’s too-big bathrobe tied at the waist and toweling her hair dry with a pink, fluffy towel decorated with small, embroidered flowers.

“Can you believe this fuckin’ thing, Adam?” She stopped scrubbing her hair and held the towel with two fingers, as though she was holding an oily rag. “Don’t get me wrong, i can be pretty girly.” She shook her hair as if to illustrate, red curls swinging. “But this is just…totally gay. What’s your mom thinking? Trying to make this house fucking dick-repellant, or what?”

Adam covered his laugh with a small cough and looked away. She says what’s on her mind, regardless of what it is. He admired that about her. What he didn’t admire was her talent of pissing his mother off with every second syllable coming out of her mouth.

“Anything you need?”

“Yeah. Conditioner.” She looked around. “You got any?”

“Sorry – Mom doesn’t use any, don’t think we have any at home.”

“Damnit!” Said Jessica. “I forgot to grab my bottle when I scrammed.”

He shrugged and turned back to his computer, his fingers flying over the keyboard as he typed the next line of code.

“Oh well.” A sigh. “Watcha up to? Why aren’t you outside? It’s great weather, and you could use more color.”

He heard her cross the floor and looked back. She stood by his chair, glancing at the screen.

“Watcha doing there?” She repeated.

“Programming. Working.”

“What do you do?”

“Homepages. For businesses, some NPO’s, stuff like that. Easy stuff mostly.”

She pursed her lips. “Cool. But aren’t you a bit young to be working?”

What – you mean like you? “Not like I have anything better to do, is it?”

“Well, now you do!” She grinned. “Come out and sit on the terrace with me. Keep me some company!”

He raised an eyebrow.

“It’ll be fun!” She pulled at his arm. “I hardly ever get to see you, and it’s been years. I want to hear what you’ve been up to! Come on!”

“You want to hear about my mom chasing Kaylee with a broom.” He corrected her.

A too-innocent smile appeared on her lips. “Me?” A gay little laugh. “Fine, fine – you have to admit, it’s a pretty funny picture, Adam! Oh man. Kinda classic, if you’d been a girl and she a guy with a parent chasing them with a broom.” She pulled slim fingers through her fiery hair. “Or a shotgun.” She added with a grin.

He sighed and looked back. His heart skipped a beat when he saw what she wore underneath.

The swimsuit was decent enough in terms of pure coverage — it hid her breasts and bikini line well. Perhaps it was the fact that it was tied together with loose knots that seemed about to come apart at every movement, or perhaps it was the fact that the pieces of fabric were barely opaque, hinting at the full mounds and pubic region that lay beneath.

She noticed his look and grinned. “Like it? One of the things I’m glad I brought.”

“I..” he cleared his throat. “Yeah. It’s nice.”

“So what’s it gonna be?” She took a step forward, tapping with a finger on his keyboard and the spacebar on his keyboard.

“Fine, fine.” He sighed. She won’t give up til she gets what she wants. Besides, it Kıbrıs Escort is nice outside. He grabbed a book from the bookshelf and followed his aunt downstairs.

The terrace was warm and sunny and they sat on white, plastic sun loungers. He read and his aunt, wearing her two-piece and sunglasses, reclined while seeming oblivious to the world. He liked fantasy books, and ‘The Way of Kings’ held his attention well.

“So” his aunt suddenly spoke, turning her head and lowering her sunglasses over the bridge of her slim nose. “You and girls, not going that great, huh?”

He shrugged. “I’m not a reject or nothing. It’s just…”

“Lee, yeah. She can be a biiit overprotective.”

“It’s not like Kaylee was a scholarship student or anything. I didn’t care — I just wanted…you know…”

“Blowjobs?” Jessica finished with a grin, lowering her glasses down the bridge of her nose.

“Contact. A girlfriend!” He corrected, feeling himself blush.

“So – what – you don’t want blowjobs?” quipped Jessica.

“I…well, of course! But that doesn’t just…happen. You have to put in time, show a girl that you care. That you love her. That you want to be with her. That you…what?”

Jessica looked as though he’d grown a second head. “You really think that? Seriously?”

He nodded slowly. Well, not all of it exactly. But most of it!

“Jesus.” His aunt ran a hand through her curly hair. “I…look, Adam. No. That’s not how it works. I mean…maybe? In like, high school? But not in the real world. Look here, darling. People do things because they want to. You just need to find the right girl, right? This Kaylee — she want to be in your room? Alone? With your mom gone?”

“Mhm.” That was what had happened that day — except his mom had been home, and entered the room with the expression of a judge passing sentence — a death sentence at that.

Jessica shrugged. “She probably wanted to, you know, do stuff. Blow you. Maybe even fuck you, depending. She sounds like that kind of girl.”

Adam cleared his throat. Shit. My face must be ready to burn off.

“What?” She grinned, seeming amused at his embarrassment. “Oh, come on. What’s her rep at school? Can’t tell me she’s a saint, Adam. Lee wouldn’t throw a saint out the door — look at me!”

“Nah…people say she’s…nice.” Jerry and Malik told me she’d get down on her knees on her first date. He was ashamed — a little — that it had been part of the reason for his decision of going out with her.

“Nice, huh.” Jess snorted. “That’s a new word for it.” She stretched, pushing out her chest towards the sun. “Alright, kiddo…there isn’t much I can help you with. That programming and stuff? Hell no. Can’t help you with homework, I was always a straight C or D-student. But girls…I know girls. I can help you there. If you’d like me to.”

“So you know girls, huh?” He decided to tease her back, emphasizing the question in just the right way.

Far from embarrassed, his aunt…chortled. “Yes, Adam. I know girls — I’ve slept with girls too. What, didn’t expect that, hm?” She looked amused.

Mom’s right. She has no shame at all. He picked up his book, but found it impossible to focus.

“Want me to help? With girls, mean? I totally could…if you want me to.” She grinned.

Adam sighed. “Everyone in town knows what happened, Aunt Jess. Like, everyone. There’s not a single girl who’d be interested in me after what happened.”

“Hah! – oh Adam. No, no no.” She shook her head. “That’s not how it works. You’re in freakin’ high school, sweetheart. You really think anyone outside of high school knows about anything that goes on? Like, really? Come on!”

“People have parents and brothers. And sisters.” he said.

“Tell you what.” She countered “I’ll take you out tonight, and you will go with me. We’ll visit someplace awesome and you’ll see that I’m right.” Jessica grimaced. “Jeeze, It is hot, isn’t it? I don’t want to get tan lines. You mind?” Her hands went to the sides of her two-piece.

“What are you doing! Are you nuts? Don’t – mom’ll have a fit!”

“Psh.” She replied, letting the fabric drop and revealing two full breasts tipped with pink nipples. “Don’t be a friggin’ goose. It’s not like you haven’t seen tits before, right? You watch porn, don’t you?”

Adam looked away for a moment or two before relenting with a sigh. Mom will have a fit. But his aunt was nice to look at. Very nice. Most porn stars he liked didn’t have as nice a pair of breasts as his aunt, though it was the first time he’d seen them for more than a quick flash.

He swallowed.

His aunt, one eye closed, looked at him with the other eye opened to a small slit. Her lips curved into a grin. “Like what you see, darlin’?”

Her nickname for him made him blush. “You’re my aunt.” He said and shrugged.

“So? Don’t mean you can’t look. If you like to look.” She stretched, and what that did to her chest was spectacular enough.

Adam didn’t reply and Jessica fell silent, both of her eyes closed. Her even breathing and relaxed smile, she soon seemed to be asleep. He went back to his book, managing to enjoy as much as half a chapter before his eyes were inevitably drawn back to her exposed chest. Good thing mom isn’t out and about.

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Chrissie broke away from our tender embrace.

“Sorry. I need to get these wet panties off. They’re getting cold!” she said with a light laugh.

“You, uh, certainly came. A lot! Can I ask, did you, uh, squirt or…pee?” I asked with hesitation.

“Oh God, Tom! You really know how to embarrass a sister!”

Chrissie looked mortified.

“Hey. Hey, I’m only asking because, well, it was so erotic! You were gushing or squirting onto my hand. Don’t get me wrong, I loved it. I was just…”

“Shush right there!” she said holding her hand up. “Don’t!”

She began to wiggle out of her shorts.

God, I loved the way she shimmied those down her thighs and legs.

“Come on, Chrissie. Talk to me. Please?” I begged. “You should never be embarrassed about how your body reacts. I think it’s beautiful.”

“Yeah. Says my brother The Perv!” she said somewhat crossly.

She began pulling her panties down.

They were gloriously soaked.

“Chrissie,” I said harshly. “Look at me! If, and I mean ‘if’ you do lose control like that, don’t be embarrassed. Don’t hold back. Ever!”

She had her panties around her feet and slipped them off.

“Spread your legs for me, Chrissie.” I implored.

“Fuck off!” she said spitefully.

“No. Really. Just, uh, spread your legs. For me.”

“And I said fuck off, okay?”

She pulled her cargo shorts up her legs, lifted her ass and buttoned them up.

“Look at me, dammit!” I almost growled. ” Look…at…me!”

She turned to me, sheepishly.

Chrissie was holding the balled up panties in her hand.

“Okay! I’m looking at you! What?”

“I thought that was one of the most erotic and intimate things I have ever seen. Truly. Knowing that you were SO excited that you kind of lose control, well, that’s hot!” I said with a wry smile.

“You REALLY are a little degenerate, eh?”

“Yep,” I said with a smile.

“What am I going to do with you?” she whispered.

“Love me?”

“Lay down,” she said gruffly.

She brought the balled up panties to my face and slowly rubbed them all over.

“Do you like that, Tom? Hmmm? Do you like your sister’s wet panties all over your…face.”

I went to grab her hands so she wouldn’t move them.

“Keep your hands down!” she said huskily.

She continued to rub her wetness all over my face, revelling, somehow, that her brother would like it.

“Fuck! Chrissie. Ohhh…fuck!”

“You like that, don’t you, Tom?”

“I…I…love it.” and just inhaled her scent and sucked on her dainty panties.

Chrissie’s free hand went to my chest and twisted one of my nipples.

“You’re such a sexy…fucking perv, Tom!”

I lifted my hips the harder she pulled my nipple.

Her hand trailed down my body and came to rest on my covered cock.

She roughly rubbed my hardness.

“Just wait till I tell mom what you’re doing,” she teased “You’re such a bad…brother!”

“Fuck, Chrissie. Don’t stop. More…more.”

Chrissie kept sensuously rubbing my cock.

“Does my debauched brother want to cum? Hmmm? Do you?”

“Fuck you…!” I hissed.

I could hear her giggling, which excited me even more.

“Come on, little brother. Cum for your sister. Cum in your pants. Do it for me. Would you, Tom? Would you cum in your pants for me?”

“Suck me…you bitch!”

“No, no, no…You’ll cum this way or no way at all,” she said breathlessly.

She was still rubbing her panties all over me. Shoving them into my mouth, rubbing them across my lips and nibbling my ear.

“Cum for me, Tom,” she whispered so seductively in my ear.

“Fuck! Ughhhhh…fuck you, Chrissie. Fuck you…bitch!” I yelled.

“That’s it, baby. You’re so close, aren’t you.” she teased.

“Think of my gushy panties and cum, Tom!” she hissed. ” If you’re not going to cum, I’ll just stop. Okay? Suck my panties. Tom.”

Chrissie licked my ear, blowing in it the whole time.

“Now.” she softly said.

I let out an unearthly grunt and began to cum. I could feel my thick sperm shooting out. Chrissie helped me along by rubbing even harder on my covered cock.

My hips were bucking, my face thrashing from side to side but always with her lacy, wetness there.

“Fuck…Chrissie! Fuck!! Ughhhhh!”

When I had stopped cumming, I lay there, somewhat wasted!

Chrissie knew I was finished as my stomach began to relax and my cock stopped throbbing. She felt my breathing, so deep and full.

She pulled the panties from my face, leant over and kissed me, her tongue deep in my eager mouth.

She continued to softly rub my chest and my still hard nipple.

“Fuck! Chrissie!” was all I could come up with to say.

“I fucking love you, Tom.”

We lay there, once again, basking in that beautiful glow of intimacy.

We had another well-deserved drink of still chilled rose’ and touched each other.

“Sooo,” Chrissie said with hesitation. ” You…you don’t mind that I, uh, squirt sometimes? Jack hated it and always made me feel inadequate and weird when it happened. True, it didn’t happen that much as I learned Magosa Escort to pull back and kind of control it. I’m glad I don’t have to anymore!” she said cheerfully.

“Chrissie, you can cum, squirt or pee in my mouth anytime you want, okay?”

“God, Tom. You really are kinky, eh?” she laughed.

I could only smile at her.

“In that case, you can keep these,” she said, handing me her moist panties.

“Soooo, where’s this lake we were heading to?” I said with a laugh.

Chrissie pointed to my wet, stained shorts and laughed.

I looked down.

“Looks like I’ll be the first one in!” I laughed.

We repacked everything, rolled up the blanket and headed off.

We headed out of the clearing and back to the path.

I did feel somewhat self-conscious at the large wet spot on my shorts but also proud in some weird way.

If anyone was to stop and notice, I would just say that my sister did this to me.

Chrissie had picked a beautiful spot for a walk.

There were wild grasses and wildflowers scattered all around us. I imagined laying my sister down in the field of wildflowers and making slow, miraculous love to her.

Maybe tomorrow…

We found the lake after another thirty-minute walk.

It was stunning.

It looked pretty clean considering how close we were to the city.

There was a series of flat rocks on the water’s edge.

We threw the pack on that and unwrapped the blanket.

We sat together there, alone and together.

Chrissie laid her head on my shoulder and I wrapped my arm around her, holding her close.

“I love it here,” she sighed. ” I always come here when things get to be too much. I’ll bring a book and my iPod or just lay here and listen to the water.”

“I get that. It’s wonderful to just ‘be’.”

We just leisurely talked more about growing up, our parents and what our lives had been like.

I felt us growing closer.

“I’ve missed you, Tom. I always imagined you’d be here with me. Like this.”

“I hope the reality lives up to the daydreams?”

“So much more and, if truth be told, that’s even without the fabulous sex!” she giggled.

“I’m so glad to hear that, Chrissie. I feel like I’ve come home. At least for a while.”

“Don’t, Tom. Don’t spoil this, okay? Just…don’t!”

I pulled her chin to me and kissed her with all the tenderness I could muster.

We sat there for ages watching the herons and a couple of loons, talking and just basking in each others company.

“So,” Chrissie said. ” Are you going in and washing off all your sticky cum.” she asked with a smile.

“You just want to see me naked, eh?’ I laughed.

“True but…” she laughed back.

I undid my shirt and tossed it at her.

Looking around for any other hikers, I slowly undid my shorts and slipped them off. I was left standing, sheepishly somewhat, in my stained boxers.

“Come on!” she yelled. ” Get ’em off!” and giggled.

“Fuck off!” I laughed.

I walked down to the water edge with the boxers on.

“Show us your ass!” she cajoled me.

“Once again, fuck off!”

She just stuck her tongue at me, her face so full of life.

I took a few tentative steps in and feeling the water was warm, turned to Chrissie, hooked my fingers onto the waistband and slowly pulled my boxers down.

My now flaccid six-inch cock hung there.

I picked it up in my hand and wiggled it at Chrissie.

She broke out in raucous laughter.

I loved watching and hearing Chrissie laugh.

“Woooooo!” she yelled.

I just lifted my middle finger to her.

I rinsed out my boxers, dropped them on the shore and dove into the lake.

I swam out twenty yards or so, taking pleasure in the feel of water on my body. It had been too long since I had swum in a lake. The Thames isn’t exactly the best place for even a short swim.

I was treading water, watching my beautiful sister sitting on the rocks and taking in the sun.

I breast-stoked around, just revelling in being here.

I swam back near the shore and, treading water, yelled to Chrissie, “You coming in?”

She only shrugged her shoulders.

“Get your butt in here!” I laughed.

She pointed to herself as if to ask, “Me?”

I lifted my middle finger again.

I could see her laugh.

She lazily clambered off the rock and walked to the shoreline.

I swam in towards her, just to get closer.

Looking at me, she slowly began to unbutton her shirt.

She looked so sexy, so desirable.

Another button. Then another.

The bitch knew what she was doing.

I could only smile.

When all the buttons were undone she ever so demurely let it slip from her shoulders.

She stood there in her shorts and pretty little yellow bra.

Chrissie put her hands on her hips, cocked them a bit and struck a pose.

Fuck, she looked delicious.

She stuck her tongue out at me, again.

She slowly undid the button on her shorts and shimmied them down her lithesome legs.

She looked around and kicked them off.

She Kıbrıs Escort teased me by slowly unclasping the front hook on her bra and so fucking slow, opened them to me.

She looked at me and threw this with her shorts.

I stared at her luscious 34A breasts. They never cease to amaze me.

She slowly walked into the water, baring herself to me.

She dove forward and came up twenty feet later.

I slowly swam to her and we just looked at each other and smiled.

We could still stand, just, in the water.

I brought my arms around her and pulled her to my wet, warm body.

I felt her breasts squish against my taut chest.

We slowly kissed, our tongues quickly finding each other.

I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist.

“God, I love you, Tom,” she whispered.

“What a perfect day, Chrissie.” I sighed.

“And so many more to come, Tom.”

We frolicked, swam and played for ages.

We had never swum like this when we were younger!

If only…

We were both getting tired, especially me, so we headed back to shore.

I dried Chrissie with the blanket and then myself.

I gently dressed her, starting with her shorts.

Her soft hands were on my shoulders as she lifted one leg and then the other.

Before I pulled them up all the way, I leant in and kissed her wispy little pussy.

She then let me slip on her bra. Standing in front of me, she held her arms out as I slipped both through the material.

I took my time re-clasping her bra.

I pulled her in, kissed her and swatted her bottom.

We finished off the rose’ and packed everything up.

I was getting tired from the jet lag so we walked back to her car.

Everything packed up, we headed home.

Chrissie turned the radio to some station playing relaxing chilled out music. It worked well with the day we were having.

We pulled into her drive just as I was coming out of my reverie.

I grabbed the backpack and blanket and we headed into her home.

I had been here for such a short time but it felt so familiar, so like home.

I plopped the backpack on the kitchen counter and turned to Chrissie.

I held her close and said, “I’m going to lie down for a bit. I think the jet lag is catching up.”

“Go on. I’ll turn the bed down and tuck you in.” she laughed.

“I’ll be ok. You just do what you have to do, okay?” I said.

“Thanks for today and…I love you.” and kissed her forehead.

“Sleep well, Tom. I love you, too.”

I went to my room and grabbed a pair of boxers then went to Chrissie’s room.

Four hours later I woke to something cooking. And Chrissie lying next to me.

“Evening, darling.” she cooed.

“Sorry about that but I was beaten. Thanks though.”

“You just stay here and wake up. You know where the shower is?” she giggled. ” I’ve already had a quiet one. I hope I didn’t wake you.”

“Not at all. I was out!” I sighed.

“Well, just relax and I’ll see you when you’re ready. I hope you’re hungry.”

I watched as she slipped from the bed and closed the door behind her. Her walk was so soft, so sexy.

My mind was awash with questions and very few answers.

I dragged myself from her comfortable bed and went to ‘my’ room and grabbed some fresh clothes.

I headed back to her room and the shower.

I thought to myself that just hours ago I had been in there with my naked sister. I smiled.

I basked under the shower. It felt wonderful.

I picked up the washcloths we had used on each other and brought them to my nose. I could faintly smell Chrissie.

I lathered myself up and just let the cool stream of water do what it does.

I dried myself off and dressed in another pair of chinos and a starched, white shirt.

I followed the pleasant smells to the kitchen.

The table had been laid and candles ready to be lit.

“Evening, darling.” I beamed.

“Fabulous! Back to living, eh? Hope you’re hungry? I only made a few little things as I wasn’t sure how hungry you’d be.

I had to pop out to the store for a few extras but everything is ready when you are.”

Chrissie was a vision. She had the cutest little full apron around her. She was wearing an extraordinarily tight pair of jeans under that. God. Her ass!

She turned around, and with a cheerful, “Ta-da…!” broke into a laugh as she modelled the apron for me.

“It suits you, ma’am. Will this be happening every night?” I asked hopefully.

“Depends on how…bad you will be,” she said coyly.

“Very bad…”

“If you could grab the wine from the fridge, I’ll just finish off the scallops and we’re good.”

I grabbed the bottle of Sancerre and left it on the table.

‘The Table’, I smiled to myself.

“Glasses?”

“Right cupboard, second shelf. Sit, ok? Everything’s in hand.”

I lit the candles and just looked at my beautiful sister in the kitchen. My heart swelled.

In just a few minutes she laid out the starters with aplomb.

She had done this before.

“Scallops Lefkoşa Escort with a mango avocado salsa, okay?” she asked.

“Perfect, Chrissie. Just perfect.”

“Now, do you want wine with your starter or…this?” she asked as she pulled a bottle of Lagavulin from the shelf.

“A wee dram of Lagavulin would be lovely. Thanks, Chrissie.”

“I remembered how much you like your single malts so, here you go.”

I poured her a glass of white and we clinked glasses.

“To the future,” I said.

“To our future?” she replied”

“To our future, Chrissie.”

“Is this what the kids get every night?”

“Pffft…as if! This is special.”

“That it is, sweetheart.”

Chrissie had placed me at the head of the table and she sat to my right. It all felt very comfortable.

We finished our starter at a leisurely pace. We were in no hurry. It was just us.

For the main, she made a beautiful butternut squash risotto,

perfectly cooked al dente.

“You’re not too bad at this cooking lark, are you?” I asked with a smile.

“I can find my way around most things. I so enjoy it, especially cooking for ‘adults’.”

“Even pervy ones?”

“Especially pervy ones!” she giggled.

Our conversation flowed so easily. I’ve missed this. There was no pressure. Just a fabulous relaxed meal with the woman I was falling in love with.

“Dessert?” she asked.

“Not for me, Chrissie. I hope it will keep? I’m full from this.”

“Don’t worry, okay? It will keep. Now, help with the dishes?”

I helped clear the table. I washed, she dried as she knew where everything belonged.

“Let’s bring our glasses into the front room?” she asked. “Oh, would you grab the bottles?”

She undid her full apron and took it off.

She was wearing a crisp, starched white blouse with, well, several buttons undone.

She was a vision.

Just stared at her.

“What?” she asked.

“You look stunning, Chrissie. Just…stunning.”

“Well, thank you.” And she blushed.

Chrissie tossed me her phone and asked me to pick out some music. She had some ‘chilled’ in her favourites so just put that on.

I sat down and got comfortable. Chrissie came over and sat next to me. She laid her head on my shoulder and we both just relaxed.

“This is nice,” she purred.

“I could get used to this,” I whispered.

“I hope so…” she whispered back.

I asked if she had talked to the kids. She had and they were sorry they missed me. Jack was doing the usual-divorced-dad-making-up-for-everything by spoiling them rotten.

“Do you miss not having kids with Carol?”

“Truthfully? No. She wasn’t the right person. Her having her affair didn’t help but even before that, it just didn’t seem right. I’m glad we never had to deal with that.”

“Do you want kids?”

“Good question! I’d like to think I’d be a good dad so yes, at some point. Definitely.”

“Hmmm…” she muttered.

We both just drifted off, sipping our drinks and listening to the music.

“Why does this feel so easy, Tom.”

“I’m finding it the same. I don’t know. Maybe because the miles have brought us together. Maybe it’s the newness of it. Maybe our real love started with absence and desire. It’s hard to put my finger on it.”

“Do you think that once we get all this new passion out of us, we won’t want it anymore?” she asked quizzically.

“Chrissie… let’s not get too ahead of ourselves, okay? I’m not putting any pressure on you, ok? We need to take those proverbial small steps to get where we need to be.”

“Small steps?” she laughed. “I think we’ve been running hurdles!”

I took our glasses and placed them on the table.

“Chrissie, I know you. Do you understand that? I know you. Okay, I don’t know all the day to day stuff that’s been going on in your life but you, I know you. The sex and intimacy are beyond question. It’s… we are just wonderful together. But it’s more than that. It’s YOU!”

I picked her head up off my shoulders and kissed her soft lips.

“The sex ‘may’ wane after this first initial flush but my love never will.”

“Tom…I seriously doubt our sex will EVER wane!”

“You know what you are, Tom? Hmmm? You’re a fucking romantic!”

“And you know what, Chrissie. I am. As are you!”

“Take me, Tom. Take me to bed and make love to me. Slowly.”

I stood up and took Chrissie’s hand.

I looked into her eyes, my hands on the lapel of her stiff shirt and pulled her into me.

I slowly brought my tongue across her lips. She tried to kiss me but I wouldn’t let her.

My fingers flowed through her long brown hair. I leant in and smelled her hair.

“Ohh, fuck, Tom. Just…” she moaned.

Chrissie’s hands were tight around my waist, holding her close to me.

I bent down and inhaled the fruity scent of her light perfume.

My now hard cock was firmly against her stomach.

I slipped one hand into that beautiful spot between her blouse and her skin. I rubbed my hand down the material and her soft flesh. My fingers just grazed the tops of her breasts, slightly heaving in the constraint of her bra.

“Chrissie,” I whispered. ” Your skin thrills me. So…so much.” I breathed.

I gently pulled her hair back and licked her neck.

“Tom…Bedroom. Please! Now…” she mumbled.

I suddenly turned her around, smacked her tight jeans-clad ass

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I was on the way home for Christmas break.

Three weeks away from college, but not really a break, instead I had so much work to do, assignments and reading, that it was merely a continuation of the school year.

My parents will be going away for a few weeks and they asked if I could look after the family home while they were away.

Usually, it would be my older brother or sister that would be keeping an eye on the place, but they were also going to be away at the time so the favor was asked of me.

I was looking forward to coming back home. Familiar sights, old friends and seeing my family.

As I drove into the driveway, I saw dad packing some suit cases into his car and mum was just walking out the door with a few bags in her hands.

She spotted me straight away and made a gesture to my father to look up. They both had big smiles on their faces as they approached my car. It was always good to see them and they made me feel so special with hugs and kisses and as though we had not seen each other for years, even though I was here only six weeks ago for my father’s 50th birthday.

“Thanks for coming to look after the place, Paul” my father said. “We realise that you probably had other plans, so really, really thank-you”.

“Come on guys, you know that I don’t mind helping out. To think of it, I think that you are doing me the favor. I have a great deal of work to do for next semester and being alone with no distractions will allow me to get a lot done.”

“Oh, isn’t he sweet,” my mother said while placing her hands on my cheeks. “We’re doing him a favor. Of course, we are. That’s what parents are for.” Isn’t that right, dear?”

My father just grunted.

She gave me a peck on the nose and continued with packing the car.

My parents left shortly after lunch. They were offered airplane tickets, but they decided to drive. They were going to a mountain retreat resort, five hours away, to attend a seminar for mom’s work. Dad tagged along, which he does from time to time and even though the seminar was for three days, my parents decided to stay a little longer and make a holiday of it.

Why not, I thought to myself. Now that all the kids were away from home, it was time to enjoy themselves.

I was alone and had the house to myself. First things first, I called a few friends to let them know that I was back in town for a few weeks and that we should catch up. There is no time better than the present and we all agreed to meet up for a catch up and a few drinks immediately.

We drank, chatted, laughed and generally had a great old time. We decided to do this again in a few days. Already looking forward to it.

Back at home and in my old bedroom, I decided not to study tonight. I’ll would begin tomorrow morning.

Tonight, it would be about relaxing, maybe a little internet surfing, definitely watch some porn and possibly end the day with a good wank.

My interest in porn has always been varied. Over the last year I have been fascinated with amateur home porn. Real people having a good fuck and suck in their own homes. My favorite is a woman being double penetrated by her husband and another guy.

Wow! I just cannot believe that people are out there that do such things. It was such a big turn on. Imagine a guy asking his friend to come over so they can fuck his wife, together, at the same time.

A few months ago, while surfing the net, I came upon a clip that showed a woman being double penetrated with the caption, ‘mom fucked by her husband and son’.

The clip was very well done. The video, lighting and audio were all good and as far as I could tell there were four camera positions. It was a very well thought out. The scenes faded in and out from the four cameras with great effect.

What caught my interest in this clip was not only the video and audio quality or the moans and groans.

It was the subject matter. Incest. So, taboo. A husband and wife inviting a friend over for a threesome was a turn on.

A woman getting double penetrated by her husband and son, was just mind boggling.

Secondly, it was their body language. Their facial expressions and body movements were so genuine and authentic that I could tell that these people were not only enjoying themselves, but this was not the first time they were having sex together.

They seemed relaxed and at ease with each other.

Over the last few months, I have jerked off to this video clip many a times. Sometimes twice or three times in a day.

To hell with it, I thought. I’ll just go upstairs and have an afternoon wank to my favorite video.

Nothing relaxes me more than a good wank.

Even before I reached the top of the stairway my cock was fully erect, in anticipation as what was to come.

I entered my room, stripped my clothes off and went to get my laptop.

I reached into the bag and to my surprise it wasn’t there.

What the heck? I thought.

I remember triple checking that I had my laptop before I left college.

I took all the contents out and did the same with my Kıbrıs Escort other bag.

Nothing.

No laptop.

My hard on had vanished and my clothes were back on.

Did I leave it behind?

Did I lose it during the trip?

Oh! Maybe it’s still in the car?

I dashed down to the car and checked all nooks and crannies for fifteen minutes. It was most definitely not there.

Maybe it was inside the house?

Even though I cannot remember getting it out of my bag, I did a search of the rooms that I had been in.

Nothing.

I went back to my bedroom and rechecked my bags and all around the room. No luck. The laptop was nowhere to be found.

Then I realised that all my assignments were backed-up to a cloud server.

Phew! Relief!

All I need to do is access it.

My father, David, has been working from home for as long as I can remember. He was involved with video production and he has an office in the basement. At one stage he also used the other, and bigger, room in the basement for all his video editing equipment. With the advancement of computer hardware and software, he now only needs his personal computer.

I ran down to the basement to my father’s office and sure enough there was a PC and two very large screen monitors on his desk.

Checking the time, it was just passed 9pm, I knew that my parents would be at the resort and hopefully they would still be awake.

I called my father’s mobile phone and it was my mother that answered it. “Hey, hon. Everything OK?”

“Yes, Mom. All is fine, except that I seem to have lost or misplaced my laptop.”

“Did you check in your car?”

“Yes, I did,” I informed her.

“How about in your room or in your bags?”

“Checked both. Nothing. It should be OK, though, because all my work is backed up onto a cloud server. All I need is a computer to access it. Is Dad around? I was hoping to use his PC until I can figure out where my laptop is.”

“He’s in the shower. Shouldn’t be too long. Oh! Here he is now.”

She had taken the phone away from her mouth, but I could still hear what she was saying.

“Paul has misplaced his laptop and he was wondering if he can use the computer in your study.”

“Of course, he can. Here, let me talk to him.”

“Hi, son. Your mother tells me that you’ve lost your laptop and want to use the PC in my study.”

“Yes, Dad. I just don’t know what I’ve done with it. I’m one hundred percent certain that I packed it in my bag, but I just cannot find it.”

“Don’t worry about it. It will turn up. Is your work backed up onto a cloud?”

“Oh, yes. Just like you taught me.”

“Good lad. Glad to hear that you listen to your father, at least, once in a while.

“The password is David, Mary. One word. All capital letters, except for the ‘d’ and ‘m’. They’re in lower case. Should be easy to remember. My name and your moms name.”

“Thanks, Dad. Can you hold on a minute and I’ll give it a try?”

I fired up the computer and entered the password and it was accepted.

“Dad. It works fine and while I have you on the phone, maybe you should change your password to something a bit more difficult or cryptic. This is too easy and it may be compromised.”

“I knew you were going to say that. I’ve had the same password for years now. It’s never been compromised, so why change it?”

“OK. This conversation can wait until another time.

“How was the trip to the resort?”

“It was very relaxing. Your mother and I shared the driving, so it really wasn’t that bad. By the way. If you want to save your files onto the computer, create a new folder in ‘D’ drive. I use ‘C’ drive for my work.”

“OK. Thanks Dad. Hope you have a great holiday.”

“Thanks, son. Try to get a bit of work done and don’t party too much.”

With that, we hung up and I settled in behind the keyboard to access my school files from the cloud.

It didn’t take long before I had downloaded my files and copied them onto the PC.

What a relief. At least I can continue with my work.

Back to the wank.

I was ready to access the family double penetration on dad’s computer, when I realised that he might be able to do a history check and find out what I was be looking at.

How embarrassing would that be. My father finding out that I was looking at a video clip of a father fucking his wife with the help of his son.

How would I explain that?

I went back upstairs to my bedroom, stripped down, cock in hand and started to watch my favorite clip on my phone. Thank the lord for 5G.

I started the clip from the start. It showed three naked people walking into a room. The only furniture in the room was a double bed.

The three of them, the father, the mother and the son, stopped near the middle of the room. The two guys had hard-ons and the woman had a good mound of pubic hair. Just my favorite.

She kissed her husband passionately and then gave her son a long and passionate kiss. The mother kissing her son was just so erotic. So, taboo.

After Lefkoşa Escort a bit of touching and groping, the mother went down on her knees and sucked both their cocks.

I could feel that I was ready to cum, so I eased up on the stroking.

As the mother stood up her son knelt down and placed his head between her legs while her husband was fondling her breasts.

After a few minutes in the same positions, the mother said, “This is really nice guys, but you know what I really want?”

Her husband answered, “Oh, yes! You want a cock in your pussy and a cock in your arse.”

A big smile came over her face. She looked down at her son and said, “Sweetie, I believe that it’s your turn to fuck me in the arse today.”

Her husband laid down on the bed, with his hard cock pointing towards the ceiling and she quickly mounted him. As soon as his cock was fully inside of her, her son come from behind and mounted his mother. Sticking his cock in her arse.

It was now that the scene shots changed from side on, from the rear and from the front.

Both guys had average cocks, about 6-7 inches and they were both shoving them all the way into the woman.

She was moaning and groaning and so were the guys.

I knew that I wouldn’t last too long, so I jumped forward to one of my favorite scenes of the video.

It was a head shot. The mother was passionately kissing her husband. Their lips parted and while she was looking into his eyes, she told him how much she loved him.

She then raised her torso a little, tilted her head to one side and told her son that she loved him as well. The son bent down and shared a deep and passionate kiss with his mother.

I came. I came hard. Jizz was everywhere. I just love the way the mother and son share that deep and passionate kiss while his cock is in her arse.

Woke up feeling good and rested. Time to start on the school work.

I had a quick shower then followed by breakfast. With coffee in hand, I made my way down to my fathers’ study.

Fired up the computer and settled in and started on one of my assignments. I had partied a little too hard during the semester and now I was paying the price.

Instead of taking a vacation break, I will be making up for lost time.

I was OK with that. I was also disciplined enough to know that this work must be done.

The time flew quickly and before I knew it, it was mid-afternoon. I was so engrossed in writing an essay that I even forgot to have lunch. The upside was that I was nearly finished to what I believed was the hardest assignment that I had to complete.

I saved my work onto the cloud and I went to save it on the computer.

Searching for the folder that I had created; I noticed a number of other folders on the same drive. The one that caught my eye was the one labelled Family Videos. That would be interesting, I thought, but first things first and I saved my assignment.

I then opened up the Family Videos folder and it opened up to sub folders. These folders were just labelled in years.

My father always took video of family functions, holidays and special events and I thought that it might be nice to see some old footage. I needed a break so I decided that after my late lunch, I would come back and kill a little time to take my mind off of my studies.

Went upstairs, made two sandwiches, grabbed a coke and came back into my father’s study.

I’ve seen all of the old video footage and I was curious to see what dad was filming now that all the kids were away from home.

I clicked on this year’s folder and it came up with a large number of files.

The file names started off with the month, possibly a date and then all these letters and numbers behind them.

Example of the file names were: Jan14-M2M1DJ3, Mar08-J1J3IP2, Feb22-P1R1DJ3, Jun11-M2J2DJ3FJ4.

I could figure out the month and date, but the letters were a form of code. Probably my father’s coding system. I would have to ask him when they got back.

I looked down the list as to which one to open and I placed the cursor over one of the files. It showed that it was 58 minutes in length. That’s a bit too long so I decided to seek out a shorter video.

I placed the cursor over another and that was 1:37.

What?

An hour and 37 minutes. Again, too long. I went over most of them and to my surprise they were all long videos. There was one that was nearly three hours. I wondered what my father had been filming.

I decided to look at a video that was 46 minutes long.

Feb09-M2M1P1D, from the start of the year.

I double clicked to open it and as soon as the media screen popped open, I put the cursor towards the middle of the time line.

It was porn.

My old man is a dirty old bastard.

My first thought was that he’s hiding it from my mom.

He’s supposedly working but instead he’s watching porn.

The scene was a side shot and it showed a woman being air tight. She had a cock in what seemed in all of her orifices. She was being double Girne Escort penetrated in the reverse cowgirl position and she had a cock in her mouth.

The guy who was receiving the blow job had a hand-held camera and was filming.

The scene changed and it showed the top part of the woman’s head sucking on a good-sized cock. The same camera then moved to show the cock that was going in and out of her pussy.

My kind of porn. I could feel my cock getting stiffer.

The camera then moved back to the woman’s head while she was sucking the cock. She stopped sucking and looked up to the camera, with a big smile on her face she said “Mmmm …. I’ve been hanging out for a good fuck. Thank-you boys. Thank-you.”

What the hell?

Mom?

It was my mother.

My mother was being fucked by three guys.

I was in shock and disbelief.

My shock was enhanced when the guy, that was underneath her, moved his head to the side and showed his face. He said, “It’s our pleasure, baby. We all love fucking you.”

The face belonged to Grandpa Peter, my mother’s father.

My mouth just dropped.

My grandfather was fucking my mother, his daughter.

I just sat there transfixed at the screen. Zombified.

My gaze was broken when the camera turned to the guy on top. It was my other grandfather, Grandpa Martin.

My father’s dad.

What the fuck?

The surprises did not stop there. The camera now turned to the operator.

It was my father.

My father?

What is going on here?

My mind was racing all over the place. So many things to comprehend and digest.

On the screen my father looked into the camera and said with a smile “Oh, Mary. You’re such a slut. You know that we all love to fuck you.

“It’s been a while since you had your dad’s cock up your arse. How does it feel, sweetheart?”

He panned the camera back to my mother and there was no need for words. Her moans and the expression on her face said it all.

The video changed to another camera position. It clearly showed that my mother had a cock in her pussy and a cock in her arse.

Another camera position change and back to the side view. My dad’s cock was back in her mouth and both my grandfathers were still fucking her. I could hear the moans and groans coming from my mother, even though she had a cock in her mouth.

They stayed in this position and all I could do was just stare at the screen.

My mother had my dad’s cock in her mouth. Her father-in-law was pumping away at her pussy and my other grandfather, her father, had his cock wedged in her arse.

Wow!

I rubbed my eyes and shook my head, thinking that maybe I was imagining this. I opened my eyes and nothing had changed.

My mother was still being fucked by the same guys and in the same position.

I then jumped towards the end of the clip.

It showed my mother on her back, sucking on two cocks and her father fucking her arse.

I jumped to the very start of the video clip. My curiosity was running amok.

The shot was of an empty room with a bench in the foreground. This is where Mom was getting fucked. As far as I could see, there was also another bench, a big bed, a sofa and some chairs.

My mother then walked into the frame of the video.

She was naked. She has a very feminine and full figure. Not over weight but not thin skinny, either. Her boobs looked firm and were a good size. I noticed, with delight, that she had a thick and dark pubic mount. Not the type that just grows wild but one that was well groomed.

She gave a small wave to the camera and started to speak:

“Hi. My name is Mary and I’m one of today’s participants. The other members of today’s fuck are…” she tailed off and gestured to her right.

“Martin. My father-in-law.”

Grandpa Martin walked into the frame, naked and sporting a semi erect penis. He walked up to mom, gave her a hug and a kiss and stood by her side.

“My husband and Martin’s son, David.”

Mom then gestured to her left and my father walked into the screen. He too gave mom a kiss and a hug and stood to her left side.

“And the guest of honor today is Peter, my dad,” and with that my other grandfather walked into the screen and gave my mom a hug and a long kiss.

He then moved in between her and my father.

All four were looking into the camera. All four were naked and all the guys were sporting semi erect penises.

My mother is only 5′ 2″.

All the guys are around 6″ tall.

She looked tiny compared to her men.

They gave a quick wave to the camera and then my mother said, “Let the fucking begin.”

With that, their hands, tongues and mouths were all over her. Groping, kissing and licking her boobs, her pussy, her arse, her torso.

I could not wait. I skipped forward.

The scene now showed mom standing up with legs apart and her father-in-law’s head between her legs sucking on her hairy pussy while my father was groping one of her boobs and sucking on the other. Her father was embracing her from the side and locked in a passionate kiss.

I watched for a few seconds and then jumped a little more ahead.

Now Mom was getting fucked by my dad, doggy-style, while she had hold of both of my grandfathers’ cocks. She would suck one for a few seconds and then change and suck the other.

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This is a work of fiction, all characters are over eighteen years of age.

It was a chilly night, the wind whistling outside.

Bex and Daddy were warm and snug inside. They were in Daddy’s study before a roaring fire. Daddy was in his big leather recliner and Bex was on his lap, they were having a brandy against the chill. Both were naked.

“So Bex, did you and Misty have a good time while I was out of town? What did the two of you do all day?” Daddy’s tone was casual but Bex knew he was interested. “I hope you had… fun together.”

Bex caught the significant pause and smiled up at her handsome Daddy. “Yes Daddy, we sure did” she began. “Want me to tell you all about it?” She could feel Daddy’s hot bulge under her bottom start to shift and grow. Daddy just nodded, his face serene. But Bex knew how she affected him, oh yes.

“Well first, Daddy, thank you for introducing me to Misty! She’s a treasure, I love hanging out with her. She came over before lunch, we headed into the city and had sushi. Then she showed me some of her favorite shops, Daddy, I have some new things to show you.” Bex blushed, thinking about putting on a ‘fashion show’ for Daddy of all the lingerie she had found with Misty! Her cunny started getting very moist.

“I couldn’t decide, you know how I am about clothes shopping Daddy, so she came into the dressing room with me to help.” Bex felt Daddy’s cock uncoiling under her as he imagined the scene. “She was a big help Daddy! I know you’ll like what we got. So next we grabbed some ice cream and came back home. I wanted to shop more but Misty said…” Bex blushed again. “She said that watching me lick my ice cream cone made her too horny. Daddy, it wasn’t fair, she was licking hers all sexy too! It made me think of the day Girne Escort we met.”

Daddy remembered very well introducing her former lover to his bound daughter on his own bed! He moaned, more a deep rumble in his chest, thinking of that night.

“Daddy, as soon as we got in the door Misty just grabbed me by the shoulders and kissed me, hard. I was so wet for her, Daddy, I wanted her to lick my cunny again! We went to my room, by the time we got there we were both naked. Oh, Daddy, I love your cock, I really do, but when Misty eats my pussy it’s just magic!

“She pushed me down on the bed and looked at me with so much lust Daddy, you should have seen her. Her nipples were so hard, and her pussy was wetter than mine. She fell onto me and we kissed, oh Daddy, her mouth is so soft….”

Bex wiggled her bottom against Daddy’s now massive bulge. Daddy was breathing heavy and he was holding her so tight it almost hurt.

“I wanted her pussy, Daddy. So bad, I needed it. Misty needed mine more I guess. Daddy, she ate my little cunny so good. Her tongue is wider than yours and she knows all the good spots, oh Daddy, thinking about it now… Do you want me to keep going Daddy?” Bex was hoping her Daddy was so turned on he just had to fuck her, she wanted his cock so much!

Daddy swallowed audibly. “Yes, Bex baby. Keep going, Daddy likes your story very much.” His hands began stroking her back gently and he bent to kiss her neck. “Keep going baby”

“I had such a big orgasm Daddy, from Misty eating my cunny! Then I wanted to eat Misty. She told me I could but only if we could 69. Daddy that was my first time doing that, with a girl I mean, and oh, Daddy! Smelling her. tasting her while we ate each other, it was sooo Magosa Escort goood, I came over and over and Misty did too!”

Daddy now picked Bex up in his strong arms and carried her upstairs, kissing her and murmuring endearments until they reached his bed. “Keep telling me the story Bex princess, don’t stop now.” Daddy had his lovely daughter pinned to the bed and was holding her down by her wrists as he kissed her neck and chest, sucked on her nipples.

Bex threw her head back and moaned as Daddy attacked her titties, her back arched with pleasure. “Oh, yes Daddy, yes… Next it was my turn Daddy and you know what I did? Oh, God, yes, right there, oh god…” Bex lost her train of thought as Daddy ran his thick shaft up the outside of her cunt, teasing her as she teased him.

“I told Misty to lay on her tummy and spread her legs for me. Daddy she thought I was just going to eat her pussy, but Daddy? I ate her ass too, I couldn’t help it!

She was cumming on my tongue and it was driving me crazy too and I just went up and licked around her butt hole! Oh, Daddy she kept cumming even harder! Your little girl is so naughty! Licking her there almost made me cum again too! Oh, god Daddy!”

Daddy was now hovering the head of his cock right at the entrance to her cunny. She looked up at him. Strong arms on either side of her, broad chest, handsome face. He was staring into her eyes now as he slowly, so slowly pushed himself into her, filling her.

This was it, this was what she wanted, always, her Daddy’s cock inside her, throbbing for her, knowing it was she that brought him to this state. He was filling her body with such sensations, driving her mad with bliss. Her back arched under him again as he kissed her neck, Lefkoşa Escort driving his hips into her with long sharp strokes.

She could smell his scent all over her as her pussy clung to his pistoning shaft.

“Oh Bex, you make Daddy so hot, I need you so bad honey!” Daddy’s voice was hoarse with need. Bex was beginning to cum now, legs shaking, body contracting as wave after wave of orgasm hit her body and mind. Her big strong Daddy pumping into her, his words, his smell, it was overwhelming, she came over and over as Daddy kept thrusting into her tight pussy.

Daddy was picturing his sexy daughter’s hot actions with his former lover as he fucked her. He’d seen it once and now he knew he’d have to get them together again! Bex was cumming all over his cock, screaming his name and thrashing with her orgasms. He was so close, almost there… “Bex, bite my nipple!” he commanded. “Daddy’s gonna cum in you!”

His lusty daughter managed to focus, gave her Daddy a look of naked lust and bit his left nipple, hard, and that was all he needed. He came with a roar, jetting his spunk into his Bex baby’s willing cunt. He pumped through each throb, filling her up with his maleness until it overflowed around his cock and tickled her spasming butt hole.

“Oh, Daddy, yes, cum in me! Give it to me Daddy! I want your cum!” Bex cried. Her twitching cunny went into overdrive as she felt Daddy’s manhood start to throb over and over in her cunny. It felt so good her orgasms, which were starting to release her, started cumming again, in waves, crashing over her body in pleasure.

Daddy looked down at his beautiful daughter, glowing with joy under his pumping frame as he stroked her tight cunny with his shaft. God he loved her, loved fucking her, she was becoming his world. He gave one last mighty thrust and collapsed by her side. “Wow, nice story hun. Daddy liked it.” He smiled over at her.

Bex snuggled up next to her Daddy. “I’m glad, Daddy.” She rested her head on his broad chest as the two of them drifted off together…

To Be Continued…

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Chapter 11: Doubts

By Charlie Flemming

Copyright 2020 Charlie Flemming

Liz, unlike her son, did not walk through the house naked. When she got to the laundry room she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her as she briskly went up two sets of stairs, two different hallways, and through the foyer on her trip back to her room. Once she got there, she dropped the towel on the floor at the foot of her bed and walked into the bathroom. She turned the shower on, made sure the temperature was a tolerable one and got in. Every action was automatic, Liz herself felt like she was drifting through a dream. What she had done that day did not seem real to her.

But, no matter how surreal everything felt, the memories of what she’d done that day caught up with her. As the water started cascading down her body, Liz began to cry and a moment later fell to her knees on the floor of the shower. This was probably the worst Liz had ever felt in her life, save for right after her parents died.

Her thoughts didn’t help the matter: What the fuck is wrong with me!? What kind of slut sucks her own son while he sleeps? Or lets him rub his cock against her pussy until he cums all over her face!? Or jerk him off in a public diner where anyone could catch them?? Or force him to rub her tits and eat her pussy!? As she thought these thoughts she sobbed on the floor of the shower.

Bri came down the hall after leaving Nathan back in his room. After their conversation, she was sure her relationship with Nathan would go back to normal in no time at all. She wasn’t so sure about Liz’s relationship with her son though. But she was hoping that maybe she could talk to her as well, though since Liz didn’t know about Bri’s involvement in the gym, Bri couldn’t be as straightforward with her as she had been with Nathan.

The master bedroom was soundproof so Bri didn’t hear anything until she opened the door and came into the room. Then she could only hear the sound of running water, and for a moment Bri thought, ah, she’s bathing, I’ll come back later. But as she turned to leave, she heard her best friend sobbing, just barely audible over the water.

Bri cringed. She had been quite horny after the events of the gym since she hadn’t gotten off like Nathan and Liz, but all her sexy thoughts went away as she heard her friend crying. She knew that she couldn’t admit to Liz that she knew exactly what she was crying about, but she could at least be a good friend.

Bri shut the bedroom door so she could cross the room and knock on the master bathroom entry, “Everything alright, Liz?” Bri asked, hoping her friend would let her in and not just because she wanted to see her naked again.

The sound of knocking surprised Liz enough that she forced herself to stop crying for fear that it was her son coming to check on her, And I’m such a slut, she thought bitterly, I’d probably rip all his clothes off and fuck him in the shower. If her Sex Demon was around at the moment, this thought would have turned her on greatly, but after the multiple orgasms she’d been craving since that morning, Liz’s libido was safely shut off for the moment.

But when Liz heard Bri’s voice she was greatly relieved. So relieved, without even thinking about it, Liz said, “Just a minute, Bri.” and she dried her eyes, stood up, and went to the door to let Bri in, not even thinking that she was naked.

Bri got an eyeful as Liz opened the door, not that she hadn’t just seen her best friend naked in the gym but she had not expected to see Liz in the buff again so soon. She looked down her body, openly ogling her as Bri’s pussy pulsated with desire and need as she eyeballed Liz’s perfect skin, fit body, large breasts, and bare pussy. Bri could still taste Liz’s pussy in her lips from earlier, along with Nathan’s cum, and could hardly understand why the two flavors tasted so fucking good mixing together in her mouth. She briefly fantasized eating Nathan’s cum out of his mother’s pussy and Bri was too horny to push the image away.

Liz could tell Bri was staring at her pussy, but she was too upset to care about that right then, “Bri,” Liz said after a moment of sexually tense silence, “I’m sorry for being naked, I don’t know what I was thinking.” She grabbed a towel from the nearby rack and wrapped it around her body. Though part of her was starting to get turned on again and her Sexual Demon was slowly beginning to reawaken, Liz knew it was time to get serious.

After putting a towel on and shutting the shower off, Liz led Bri back into her room and sat on the bed, “Bri, I think I have to talk about this to someone or I’m going to go crazy.” Liz stated though I don’t know how I’m going to admit this to you. Liz thought, maybe it doesn’t have to be so straightforward…

“What is it, Liz?” Bri said innocently as she reached over and gripped Liz’s hand so she could Girne Escort hold it comfortingly, though part of her merely wanted to hold Liz’s hand. Bri tried not to notice how soft her skin was as she did but still started lightly stroking Liz’s palm and fingers slowly and sensually.

Liz noticed and liked the sensation of Bri holding her hand as she stroked her fingers, something about it was electrifying and she could feel her Sex Demon slowly coming out to play but Liz beat her off with a mental stick, she was feeling too guilty and it overpowered her just recently reawakened libido. “I’m a bad mother.” Liz finally admitted after another tense moment.

Bri could tell that Liz was feeling terrible after what happened, which Bri could understand since she also felt guilty about it. Less so about eating Liz’s pussy, since Liz didn’t know that part, but sucking Nathan’s dick under the table had definitely pushed it too far. He was practically her own son considering she’d known him since birth and was probably closer to him than Liz was. Then again, if Nathan had licked my pussy and made me cum like he did his actual mother… Bri tried to picture it but it only made her vaginal juices begin flowing once again, if he was as good at eating pussy as Liz made him seem, considering how much she yelled and moaned with pleasure while he was doing it, I don’t think I’d be that upset about it. Bri’s mind drifted away as she remembered what obscenities had passed through Liz’s lips while her own son licked her cunt. Bri shivered as her pussy pulsated with the thought.

Liz noticed that Bri was just staring into space blankly after Liz’s admission to being a bad mom, “What are you thinking about?” She asked in a normal tone, just trying to get her mind off her own thoughts.

Bri jumped and snapped out of her fantasies, “Um, sorry,” she stammered as she rubbed the back of Liz’s hand comfortingly, “Just thinking about, um,” Bri knew she couldn’t admit to Liz what she had actually thought about so she just said, “nothing at all. So, what do you mean you’re a bad mother? You’ve been a great mom!” Bri was hoping to ease Liz into admitting to her what had happened, “I mean, all your kids turned out great! Look at, um,” she was about to say “Nate” but realized that she probably shouldn’t mention the child that was bothering Liz so she said, “Brooke! She already has her own business going making and selling clothes, not to mention she’s a bonafide genius… Just like her mother.” Bri added that last part in the hopes it would butter Liz up and put her in a better mood. Though Liz was plenty smart, especially when compared to James, Bri and Liz both knew the Slope children were much more intelligent than either of them.

Liz did smile at Bri’s comment but didn’t say anything else for a few seconds as she wondered how to tell Bri about Nathan. There’s no way, she thought after another moment, she wouldn’t understand and she’d probably think I was some kind of perverted freak…Dammit, this is just like when I turned into a horny slut 20 years ago and forced Bri to eat my pussy while I sucked her cunt…FUCK WHY IS THAT THOUGHT MAKING ME HORNY NOW TOO! She wanted to scream, but instead focused that emotion on her misbehaving Sex Demon to force it away again and calmed down, “You are right.” Liz said, just in the hopes of saying something would make her feel better, “Brooke is a genius, and I’m very proud of her- BROOKE!” Liz suddenly shouted as she stood up, taking her hand away from Brianna in the process, and had to grip the towel around her body to keep it from falling, Brooke would be perfect! I did catch her watching incestuous pornography yesterday so it wouldn’t be too weird, right? I could talk to her about it! And she practically ran out of the room wearing nothing but the white towel gripped around her wet body.

Bri had no idea what to make of that but shrugged, figuring she could probably get Liz to talk about it later. She glanced at the clock, time to make dinner anyway. Bri thought as she left and went down the stairs. She glanced up the hall towards Brooke’s room and just saw Liz’s toweled behind as she entered the room.

…

Lexi was still in the living room and heard people walking through the halls upstairs. She had been watching TV for the last few hours but she had hardly been paying attention to it. Really she’d just been lost in her own thoughts, wondering when the shit was about to hit the fan. God dammit, I know Mom is about to come down and yell at me for what she caught me doing last night. I also know Nathan probably hates me now because Mom probably told him all about it. They had spent the entire day together so far, after all. What else could they be talking about?

With that thought, Lexi bitterly turned the gigantic television off and went out to the hall and into the foyer to face the music.

But Magosa Escort it wasn’t her mother coming down the stairs, “Oh, hey Bri,” Lexi said to the family maid as she descended into the foyer, “Do you know where Mom or Nathan is?” Lexi felt she had already come out there expecting a scolding, no reason to put it off any longer.

Bri glanced at Lexi. Bri smiled at the redheaded beauty, noticing for what seemed like the first time that she had grown into quite the attractive young lady. She shook her head then, even though she had given her brother a blowjob and was secretly in love with Liz, she wasn’t about to start lusting after the whole Slope family no matter how horny she was, “Um, your mother is in Brooke’s room so they can talk, I believe. Nathan is in his room like he always is.” She tried to say both these things casually but her words were dripping with desire for both Liz and Nathan, especially since her fantasies about him eating her pussy felt like that, at least, could maybe become a reality, unlike her desire for Liz. Though Bri felt this was wrong, it wasn’t nearly as wrong as a son causing his mother to cum in his mouth.

“Thanks,” Lexi mumbled as she passed Bri and up the stairs. As she did, Bri walked the rest of the way down the stairs and into the kitchen to start on dinner.

Lexi got to the top of the steps and glanced to the left down to Brooke’s room
. She didn’t really want her mother to scold her in front of Brooke, so she turned to the right and walked down to Nathan’s room in room

5.

Lexi practically dragged her feet as she sadly thought, What the fuck am I supposed to say? Maybe I don’t have to say anything. Maybe Nathan will see me and immediately tell me what a sick fuck I am and that I should move away and never see him again. No. I couldn’t stand that. I just couldn’t. I love him too much. She sighed and stopped walking next to her room, one door away from her brother. I don’t know, I don’t know if I can do this… Suddenly scared about what lies beyond her brother’s door, she turned and ran into her own room.

Lexi decided to do what she felt she should have done that morning. She called her BFF, Donna.

“Hello,” Donna yawned into the phone.

“Were you asleep?” Lexi asked, “You know it’s almost 6 pm right?”

“Maybe,” Donna said, yawning again, “Whatever, I keep staying up late thinking about that brother of yours.” Ever since Lexi and Donna discovered what sex was, Donna would flirt with Nathan. Not that Nathan noticed really, but Lexi might have convinced him Donna was only doing it to make fun of him. “Does he really have as big a cock as you say?”

“Yes,” Lexi said quickly, then realized she even said anything, “I mean, um…” her voice trailed off from her own embarrassment.

“Hahaha,” Donna laughed, “I’m only teasing, Lexi. But having a crush on your brother is kinda hot!” Donna really liked the idea of Lexi and Nathan hooking up, mostly because Donna wanted to be there when it happened, and possibly join in. But she knew this was only a fantasy and would never actually happen, mostly because this was Lexi and Nathan she was fantasizing about, probably the least sexually minded people she’d ever met.

But then Lexi said, “Okay, promise not to tell anyone what I’m about to say, but if I don’t say this to somebody I think I’m going to go crazy!”

Donna could tell just from her voice that Lexi was having some kind of crisis, “Okay, Lex, what’s up?”

“Promise me!”

“Right, I promise. You know you can trust me.” Donna swore.

“Okay,” Lexi took a deep breath, then heard something behind her and was scared someone might be listening in on the other side of her bedroom door (though really it was the sound of her mother leaving Brooke’s room in a hurry) “Actually, Donna, how about you come over here later tonight, um, after everyone else is in bed?”

On the other end, Donna cocked an eyebrow as she sat up in her bed. What the hell could this be about? She already admitted she had a crush on her brother, what could be worse than that? She thought, “Sure Lex, whatever you need.” Donna said to her friend and they both ended the call.

…

Brooke was in the shower when Liz went into her room. She sat on the bed in a towel when Brooke came in, also in a towel.

“Hey Mom,” Brooke said, friendly, “Um, why are you in a towel?” Not that Brooke minded, truthfully the reason she loved incest porn so much was that she a huge crush on Liz. And incest turned Brooke on so much that she had no qualms at all against making love with her mother, not that she thought it would ever happen.

“Just got out of the shower,” Liz said, “As I see you’ve done the same.”

“Um, yeah, I’m going to get dressed now,” Brooke said as she dropped her towel on the ground, revealing her tone body, giant breasts, and trimmed, blonde bush around Kıbrıs Escort her beautiful pussy, to her mother.

Liz gasped at how gorgeous Brooke’s body was, her Sex Demon in full swing for a moment before Liz forced herself to look away from her exquisite daughter’s form.

Brooke smirked, maybe Mom has more of a bisexual streak in her than I thought, Brook had no idea, but then thought that she was probably just imagining things and started rooting around in her drawers looking for something “normal” to wear before she got into various lingerie outfits later on to model them for her website. “So, what brings you to my room? Wanted to show off your towel to me?”

Liz laughed at Brooke’s joke, and that made her comfortable enough to look back to Brooke for a second before seeing that now Brooke’s back was turned to her as she looked through the drawers by the door. Liz couldn’t help but stare at Brooke’s beautiful tone back and her vision trailed down her spine until Liz was staring at her daughter’s shapely ass. Wow! Liz thought. Brooke could be a model with a body like that! Liz had no idea.

Brooke glanced over her shoulder and caught her mother staring at her ass, “Um,” she said, “Why did you come in here? You haven’t been in here since I was a kid I don’t think.” Brooke was enjoying the attention though from the object of her desire, but she was also eager to get to the point so she could get to work on her outfits for the night and couldn’t do that until she was alone again.

Liz forced herself to turn away, not at all sure what was happening to her outside of her perverted libido didn’t want to go away that day, I thought you were dead… She thought at her Sex Demon bitterly. And I thought you would go away after all the trouble you’ve gotten me into today…

“No fucking way, Liz!” Her Sex Demon told her in her mind’s eye, which really surprised Liz but she also knew she wasn’t crazy just vividly imagining it. She pictured her sex demon to look like a mix between herself and Satan, so if Liz had red skin and horns while standing naked and masturbating her asshole with an iron-plated dildo while she spoke, “It’s not my fault you’ve avoided sex so much in the last twenty years you tried to kill me. But by locking me away you’ve only made me even stronger than before. And I’m back, bitch!” Liz had severely depressed herself with those thoughts.

Brooke had become frustrated by Liz’s weird silence and sat next to her on the bed, grabbed her shoulders, and turns her to her, “Why are you in my room, Mom!?” She practically shouted.

Liz was now face-to-face with Brooke and Brooke was still naked. But the shock that took her out of her weird Sex-Demon fantasy made her just want to admit it all in one go, “I know you stole and sniffed my dirty panties.” Liz said, not sure why but realized that seeing her daughter on that video doing something so depraved was the moment her Sex Demon had come back from the dead.

Brooke let go of her mother’s shoulders in surprise, the fuck? She thought, How the fuck could she- “Those fucking teddy bears.” Brooke said as she realized, “You set up cheater cams. You think Dad is fucking around on you?”

“Language!” Liz scowled, “And don’t you change the subject, Brooke. This isn’t about me. I know what I saw and this is all your fault.” She was talking about Brooke inadvertently reawakening her Sex Demon even though Liz realized nobody knew about her but Liz.

Brooke didn’t know what Liz was talking about but she could tell her mother was very angry with her, still, she had to know, “Wait? What did I start?”

Liz closed her eyes, partly in frustration, but mostly because she couldn’t think clearly while staring at her eldest daughter’s naked body, “You’ve made me-” a horny slut, Liz thought but didn’t say, “Doubt myself,” she finished her sentence with instead.

To Brooke, those words stung. Of course, to her, they also sounded like Liz felt Brooke had made her feel like she was a bad mother. “Mom, it’s not your fault.” She said regretfully as she stood from the bed to actually get dressed this time, “It’s just an infatuation and-“

“No, you don’t understand.” Liz tried to explain, she opened her eyes and took in her beautiful, blonde daughter’s body once again, but pretended not to notice as she spoke, she had to talk about this with someone and she was closer to Brooke than any other of her kids, “Brooke, you’ve awoken something in me. Something I’ve tried to keep hidden all these years. Something that’s made me think things that are just- just- WRONG!” Not to mention what I’ve done already with Nathan, Liz thought bitterly but wasn’t sure if she should mention that yet.

Again Brooke wasn’t entirely getting it, but Liz’s words made Brooke think that maybe, just maybe, what she wanted most of all was finally happening. Was Mom saying she was sexually attracted to me? She had to test it. Brooke innocently knocked a shirt off her dresser, “Oops,” she said and turned around to bend over at the waist to pretend to pick it up so her ass and pussy were facing her mother. She glanced, upside down, between her legs to gauge Liz’s reaction. Brooke was not disappointed.

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Lily

Lily idolized her mother. Beauty, intelligence, kindness, humour…Cherie really was the perfect mom. Even though she worked a lot- sometimes 16-hour days- she never missed a single dance recital or spelling bee for Lily or her younger sister Violet. That was more than they could say for their father, whose absentee approach to parenting and partnership finally led to a messy divorce a couple of years ago. As relieved as Lily was to have her dad and his nonsense gone for good, she could tell that the divorce had been hard on her mom. Cherie did her best to hide it, but Lily knew that she was stressed and lonely.

Lily helped around the house to take some of the pressure off of her overworked mom. She made dinner every night and made sure that her and her sister kept the house tidy. Lily maintained straight As as she navigated her final year of high school, and while her increased responsibilities at home didn’t leave her a lot of time for typical high school preoccupations, she still made time for a few close friends. It was sometimes tough to juggle everything- it had cost her a boyfriend- but maintaining the stability of her family was her priority. Lily wanted to make sure that her sister Violet had a smooth upbringing, enabling all three women in her household to leave the mess of the divorce in their collective past.

She really didn’t mind the responsibility- she was 18 after all and would need to learn these skills eventually. Lily even enjoyed it, knowing how happy it made her mom to have things at home taken care of. It did, however, make it difficult for Lily to find some alone time. That was most of the reason that she and her boyfriend broke up- she couldn’t make time for him, and he became frustrated with her constant rescheduling of plans. The sex had been good, Lily thought- her best assessment given that he was the only boy she had ever slept with- but it just wasn’t a priority right now. A girl still had needs, though, which is what brought her alone to her room after school.

Dinner was defrosting, the house was clean, and Violet was at rehearsal for a couple of hours- Lily had the house to herself, and a rare moment of free time. She changed her clothes into a hoodie and pair of loose shorts, forgoing a bra and panties in favour of comfort- it wasn’t like she had anyone to impress anyway. Her long blonde hair got thrown in a bun on top of her head, and she laid on her bed. She could feel the tension leaving her body as she relaxed. She let her mind wander, thinking about an upcoming math test, a pair of new boots that she coveted, and the cute guy in her Spanish class. Her mind lingered over him; his dark eyes, broad shoulders, and kind smile gave her butterflies every time she glanced his way. Those butterflies returned just at the thought of him, creating a new kind of tension in Lily’s body. Her fingers wandered up her shirt, fluttering over her hardening nipples. Lily shivered, the sensation travelling down her belly and landing between her legs. She pulled on her nipples, biting her lip as her body came to life.

She trailed her fingers down her slender body, slipping her hands under the waistband of her shorts. She teased her pussy for just an instant, her fingers eager to unlock the pleasure behind her clit. She parted her lips in a practiced motion, her fingers reflexively beginning slow circular motions around her little button. She moaned as she imagined her classmate’s hands on her, the pace of her fingers quickening as she thought about his cologne. Her pussy was already soaking wet, making it easy for her fingers to slide down her slit and inside her, eliciting a more urgent moan from deep in her core. She stroked in and out, delighting in the sensation as her fingers connected with her G spot.

The manual stimulation was making her greedy, and after a few minutes she needed more. She rifled through her bedside table to find a dildo, purchased on a dare from the adult store beside the mall. It was the perfect size for her young pussy, and she breathed a sigh of relief as she slid it inside her. She started with slow thrusts, her other hand rubbing her clit at a similar pace as she continued her daydream. She thought about how his lips would taste, what it would feel like to reach down and feel the bulge of his cock through his shorts, how she would moan if he ever entered her. The pace of the dildo quickened as she imagined him thrusting into her, his dishevelled hair falling over his eyes as she begged him to go harder. She spread her legs wider, craving deeper access while her orgasm started to build. Her fingers rubbed her clit harder, creeping her closer and closer to the edge while the dildo’s steady rhythm threatened to push her over. She was freely moaning, completely lost in the moment- until her mom entered the room.

—

Lily didn’t realize her mom’s presence at first; her eyes were closed, her frantic moans drowning out the sound of the door opening. She wasn’t sure how long her mom had been there, but when she opened her eyes and saw her, she screamed. Magosa Escort “MOM! What are you doing?! Oh my God!” she cried, completely humiliated. She moved quickly to cover herself with a blanket, accidentally tossing the dildo across the room. If embarrassment were fatal, she would have been dead.

“Lily! I’m sorry sweetie…I didn’t realize you were…well…I’m sorry. I should’ve knocked. I got home early from work and thought I heard you talking to someone- I was just coming up to say hi…” Cherie stammered, clearly not intending to embarrass her daughter. They had always been open about sex- still with boundaries, but Cherie wanted it to be very clear to both of her daughters that they could come to her to ask questions and get advice- she didn’t want it to be a taboo subject in her house. “It’s okay Lily, really- I get it- everyone needs a little pleasure. You don’t have to feel embarrassed- we can pretend this never happened,” Cherie said, making no move to leave. Lily felt her mother’s eyes lingering on her naked body and adjusted the blankets to make sure that she was covered. The moment was awkward (to say the absolute least); Lily’s heart was racing, partly from the almost-orgasm and partly from the embarrassment of being interrupted. She was having a hard time finding her voice, so her mom continued, “It’s okay- really- I am going to go downstairs…I will start dinner, you…can feel free to finish up.” Cherie smiled warmly at her daughter and bent to pick up the dildo that had fallen to the floor. She turned it in her hands, seeing it glisten with her daughter’s cum before handing it back to Lily and exiting the room.

Lily took a deep breath as her door closed, vaguely wondering if she could just stay in her room for the rest of her life to avoid ever having to mention what just happened. Her cheeks were flushed from embarrassment and arousal, the dildo still glistening in her hand. She figured that she might as well finish- what’s done is done- and focused on pushing the thoughts of embarrassment out of her mind. To be honest, getting caught had been sort of a rush; Lily leaned into the adrenaline coursing through her as she thrust the dildo back inside her. She moaned freely, no longer needing to hide her occupation from her mother. She could feel her orgasm building from the inside out, her fingers stroking her clit on pace with the dildo until she overflowed.

Cherie
She knew that her daughter was cumming when the moans became screams. Cherie had to bite her lip to prevent a moan herself as she thought about Lily’s toned body convulsing on a dildo upstairs. It was all she could do not to lick that dildo before she handed it to Lily, the sheen of her daughter’s cum incredibly enticing to a woman who hadn’t been with someone since her dirtbag husband finally left.

Cherie knew that it was conventionally wrong to fantasize about her daughter that way, and for a long time had tried to quell the thoughts. She was so grateful to Lily for stepping up in the way that she had at home; she had originally thought that the fantasies had just stemmed from gratitude. She then started paying more attention to how her daughter’s hips swayed when she walked, or how her nipples showed through her pyjama shirt, and realized that what she felt was much more than gratitude- she wanted Lily, in the most intimate of ways.

Lily gave their family stability- a stability that her husband had always failed to. Her marriage had cured her of any desire for men, but Cherie couldn’t deny that the thought of a partnership with her daughter made her feel whole. It would be so simple; with no need to integrate a new person into the family, and with Lily already doing half (or even more, if Cherie was honest with herself) of the household responsibilities, it wouldn’t be much different. Cherie supposed that the main difference would be that she would be more fulfilled personally, and certainly sexually, and was confident that she could offer the same to her daughter. Lily and her boyfriend had broken up during the previous semester, and while she didn’t seem terribly bothered by it, Cherie knew that he had left a void- one that her daughter was currently filling with a dildo upstairs.

Cherie finished folding the load of laundry when she heard the shower start upstairs. She carried the clothes basket up the stairs, taking care to be quiet in hopes that she could sneak a peek at her daughter’s naked body. Lily often showered with the door open when she thought she was alone, and Cherie had taken advantage of the large glass doors on more than one occasion. She deposited piles of clean laundry in each of her daughter’s rooms, smiling to herself at the memory of walking in on Lily. Lily’s bedsheets were disheveled, and her dildo lay uncleaned on her bedside. Cherie listened closely to the shower, hearing Lily step inside. She chanced a trip across the room, picking up the dildo from the table. It still felt warm from Lily’s body, and it smelled sweet like her. Cherie licked the tip, tasting her daughter’s Kıbrıs Escort cum for the first time. It tasted exactly as it smelled, and Cherie couldn’t get enough. She took the dildo into her mouth, sucking every drop of Lily’s nectar from the toy. She could feel her own wetness between her legs, and quickly replaced the dildo to peek into the shower.

Lily was singing to whatever she had playing on her wireless speaker without a care in the world. Cherie angled herself in the hallway so that she wasn’t visible through the doorway but had a full view of her daughter’s naked form. Lily’s arms were raised above her head lathering shampoo, her perky, ample breasts on full display. They jiggled slightly with the movement of her arms, sending Cherie into quite a state. She could see the water trailing down her daughter’s flat stomach, curving around her hips and trickling down the mound between her legs. Lily’s pussy was fully shaved, a pleasurable sight that Cherie had now enjoyed twice that day. She instantly recalled the way her daughter’s dildo tasted and found her hand moving between her legs to relieve the tension.

Cherie leaned up against the wall, imaging her daughter’s perky nipples in her mouth as she fingered her own soaked pussy. She thought back to the view of Lily on her bed with her legs open, taking her dildo like a practiced slut. Cherie was desperate to taste her again, this time from the source. She looked at her daughter’s pussy, so eager to part her lips and suck on her clit. The sound of the running water and Lily’s music covered Cherie’s moans as she touched herself, her entire focus on her daughter’s naked and soapy body. She watched Lily methodically shave her legs, delighting in the curve of her ass as she bent over. Cherie imagined running her tongue along her daughter’s crack, tasting her from behind as she felt her shiver. Cherie’s own shiver mirrored the one she imagined, and she realized that she was about to cum. She took one final look at Lily, falling over the edge as if she were the water streaming off her daughter’s nipples.

Cherie was catching her breath as Lily shut the shower off, and had just enough time to stand up straight before her daughter came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. The look on her face was…modest? timid? flushed?…Cherie wasn’t quite sure. “Mom, what are you doing up here?” Lily asked, a little more assertively than her usual tone. Cherie was quick to recover, “Just putting away some laundry, sweetie. Did you enjoy your…shower?” The double meaning behind her words was not lost on her astute daughter, and Lily automatically averted her eyes. “Yes, Mom,” she muttered, quickly retreating into her bedroom. Cherie smiled to herself, took a deep settling breath, and went to her room to finish putting the laundry away.

—

Her plan was to make dinner for her daughters and take some pressure off of Lily. Hopefully Violet would have some homework, and after dinner her and Lily could be left alone. She decided that tonight was the night that she was going to talk to Lily about her idea- about the idea of her daughter becoming her wife. She had had the conversation in her mind a million times and took the afternoon’s events as a sign that it was time to talk more about intimacy. She hoped that Lily would be able to see that it wouldn’t make their relationship awkward, and that Cherie could really help her daughter lead a fulfilling life. She took a moment in her bedroom to fix her hair and change her clothes, wanting to look nice for the conversation. She thought that she looked pretty good for 40; certainly no match for her daughter’s beauty, but she liked the softer curve in her hips, and definitely had her daughter’s breasts beat by a couple of cup sizes. Her own blonde hair was more dyed than natural these days, but she kept it styled and highlighted. She touched up her modest makeup, and spritzed a bit of perfume. With one more glance at her appearance, she went downstairs to start dinner.

Violet came home shortly after, and Cherie focused her attention on her other daughter. She was quite a bit different from Lily, much more free-spirited than her responsible sister. Violet was working on a play in school and was heading up the costume design. She gushed to her mother about the fabric she had found and was eager to start sewing. Cherie had bought her a sewing machine for Christmas that year, and it had already seen a lot of use. She smiled at her youngest daughter, more determined than ever to give her a stable family.

Lily eventually made her way downstairs, freshly showered and dressed in a tank top and pyjama shorts. Cherie took immediate note of her daughter’s cleavage and nipples showing through her shirt and felt a flutter between her legs. Her girls got along well even though they were so different, and they slipped into an easy banter. Lily was still a little bit formal or awkward when addressing Cherie, no doubt a result of her earlier interruption. She had a hard time holding eye contact and seemed to Lefkoşa Escort blush and lose her words every time Cherie spoke to her. Cherie took extra care in feigning nonchalance to make her more comfortable, showing her that their earlier interaction didn’t have to change things- a lesson she hoped would resonate during their next conversation. Over the course of the dinner meal the ice eventually thawed, and Lily slipped back into her usual easy rapport.

Out of habit, Lily began clearing the dinner plates. “No, sweetie, you’ve been working so hard, please let me clean up,” Cherie said to her with a smile. Violet excused herself to go upstairs and start sewing her prized costumes, leaving just Lily and Cherie in the kitchen. “It’s okay Mom, I don’t mind helping,” Lily said, clearly looking for something to do with her hands. The two women cleaned up in companionable silence, each lost in her own thoughts about the day, and Cherie also thinking about what was to come. When they had finished, she finally broached the subject. “Lily, do you mind if I talk to you for a moment?” she asked suddenly feeling nervous.

Lily hesitated. “Mom, if it’s about today, I’m SO sorry about that…I didn’t know that you were home, and I had no intention of you seeing…well, that,” she stammered, clearly still feeling awkward about her mom seeing her masturbate. “No, Lily, it’s not that. I told you, that’s totally natural and you are welcome to pleasure yourself in this house. I want to talk to you about something else- something that I hope that you will understand, and grow to appreciate.”

Confusion danced across Lily’s face, but was soon replaced with curiosity. “Okay, what’s up, Mom?” she said, taking a seat at the breakfast bar. Her breasts bounced when she sat down, and Cherie had to work to keep her focus on her daughter’s eyes. “I want to talk to you about the future…the future of our family,” she began, putting her hands flat on the counter to steady her nerves. “You’ve been doing an incredible job keeping this household running while I am at work, and I am so grateful to you. I am proud of the woman you are becoming, Lily, and am starting to see you in a different light. I know that you just turned 18, so you are technically an adult, but I want you to know that I really see you that way. You are beautiful, responsible, talented, and…beautiful. I guess I already said that. Anyway, I want to make sure that you are happy in this family, and I think that you and I can help each other.” Cherie paused, watching her daughter’s reaction. She was smiling at her mother’s praise, such a heartfelt moment a rarity amid the hustle and bustle of their daily lives. “I am happy, Mom, I enjoy helping out around here. Really, I’m okay,” Lily assured her, reaching across the counter to touch her hand.

Her daughter’s touch sent a lightning bolt of pleasure through her, giving her exactly enough nerve to continue. “Lily, I want to be more than your mother. I want you to be more than my daughter. I want Violet to have stability…a two-parent household- but I don’t think it’s fair to her, or to you, to introduce someone else into our family. I want you and I to provide for each other- to provide for Violet- beyond financially and in running the house. I have been lonely, and I know that after you and your boyfriend broke up you have been too. I want…I want you, Lily. I want you to be my wife.”

Cherie stopped, laser focused on her daughter’s face for any sign of reaction. Lily’s expression was blank, until she jerked her hand away from her mother’s. “What the fuck, mom? You’re serious? You want me to be…your wife?! As in…marry you? Marry my mother…you…me…your daughter…you want to marry your daughter? Mom, seriously- that is fucked up.” Lily started to pace, her voice bordering on shouting. “That is insane, Mom. I don’t know what you thought happened today, but that was not a…a move, or whatever. I am your daughter, not your wife- this is totally inappropriate. Not to mention the fact that I like men!” Lily said, self-consciously crossing her arms over her breasts. “I know you’ve been stressed lately, or whatever, but this is way out of line. I am going to forget that this- this whole day- ever happened and go back to normal. I expect you to do the same…never, ever talk to me about this again.” With that she turned on her heel and stomped up the stairs to her room, leaving Cherie desperately alone in the kitchen.

Lily
What the actual fuck. Lily threw herself down on her bed, mind reeling from the conversation she had just had with her mother. The conversation where her own mother proposed marriage- to her- in some lesbian fantasy. Lily couldn’t fathom what had gotten into her. The woman was usually so sensible, rational…clearly the stress had been getting to her. A ripple of concern tempered Lily’s outrage, causing her to sit up and take a few deep steadying breaths to calm herself down. If her mom was that far over the edge, Lily needed to think about how to help her. This was so out of character- so insane- her mom must not be in her right mind. Lily felt compassion for Cherie; she knew that her mother had been lonely, and empathized- really. Not to the extent that she wanted to volunteer to be the object of her mother’s sexual desire, but enough that she could sort of understand where she was coming from- sort of.

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