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Titanfall: Isaac Gets Lucky

Hey everyone, hope you enjoy my second ever story on here. put a lot more time into this one, so I hope you like it. NOTE: (Any criticisms of my writing are welcome, as I am always looking to improve my skills)

Fiction

Full Moon Rising

This is my first story. I have to tell the true. I suck at spelling and grammar. I tried my best, but mistakes do happen. This is a little long and has a small scene at the end. I hope you like part one.

Diary

ITS WAS SO GOOD

I just got my discharge from the National Guard for beating the shit out of my captain and being a.w.o.l for three weeks. I had worked hard to become a P.F.C., and in one second it was all gone.

Fiction

Teaching High School Girls Part 5

A few hours later, when the girls arrived after dinner, they rang the doorbell, and he invited them in. They were wearing matching short pleated skirts and low cut blouses. He said, “Girls, you remember Zoe, my daughter.” They smiled and curtsied, saying, “Nice to meet you again Miss Zoe.” When they curtsied, they lifted their skirts, and he and Zoe bot caught a glimpse of their pantyless pussies.
Zoe said, “Wow you two have very polite manners.” He said, “Yes, well there’s a reason for that, I’ll explain everything.” They went and sat in the living room, Zoe next to her dad, and the girls on the other side.
He tells her their story, but leaves out April, and that the girls are pregnant. He tells about the break in, and them becoming submissive to him. After hearing all of that, much more made sense to Zoe. It’s obvious to her how much the two girls sitting there care about her dad, and are truly committed to him. She says, “Dad, that’s an amazing story. I would love to stay and get to know the girls better, if that’s ok.”
The girls look to him to give her an answer, hoping it’s yes, and he says, “Of course baby, I would love that too! I want us all to become closer, like a family. The girls will be around for a long time hopefully.” She gave him a big warm hug, then went over and sat next to Hollie, and reached over and hugged them both like they were sisters. He got up and said, “Ok you three, I’ll leave you alone to get to know each other now, you just behave.”
“Hollie and Katie, I want you to obey Zoe like you would obey me ok?” They both nod enthusiastically, and he said to Zoe, “I can trust you not to abuse your responsibility right?” She flashes him a brief, but sultry smile and said, “Don’t worry, I won’t do anything you wouldn’t do.” The girls all laugh, and he just grins and leaves them, shocked at what a little succubus his daughter was turning out to be.
When 11 o’clock rolled around, he knew it was time for the girls to get home. He came out of his room, but didn’t see them in the living room. He heard giggling coming from Zoe’s room, so he went upstairs. He knocked, and heard Zoe say, “Come in!” in her sing-song voice, out of breath from laughing.
He opened the door, and the girls were trying to act natural, like they had almost gotten caught doing something naughty. He smiled, and said, “What are you three up to?” They giggled and said, “Nothing!” He knew that was a lie, but said, “It’s time for the girls to leave unfortunately.” They were sad, but the girls complied without complaint. As they walked past him, they kissed him goodbye. He said, “Oh, I managed to get some absentee slips for you two for tomorrow, you don’t have to go to school. I was thinking you should come over and spend the day with Zoe, you seem to have hit it off tonight.” The girls beamed, and Zoe cheered.
After they left, he said to Zoe, “What’s that behind your back?” She clearly didn’t think he saw it, but she reluctantly brought her hand in front of her, holding her digital camera. He said, “What were you doing with that?” although he already knew. She said, “Just taking some pictures,” innocently.
He said, “Can I see those pictures?” She said, “Sure!” and jumped up, plugging the camera into her computer. Soon images of Hollie and Katie were displayed on the screen, striking poses. As Zoe flipped through them, the girls’ poses became more provocative, and they were wearing less and less clothes. Zoe was watching him to gauge his reaction, but he remained stone faced.
He saw the girls flashing their tits and pussies, with their fingers all over themselves and each other. He said, “You’re quite the photographer.” She smiled, and said “It helps to have such sexy models.” He replied, “I’m glad you find them as sexy as I do,” and got up. Before he left the room, he said “Get some sleep, you’ve got a date early tomorrow.”
He had trouble sleeping himself that night. He couldn’t get the image of his daughter fucking his two sex slaves out of his head.
The next day, Jeff comes home from school a little early at 4. With his help, Hollie and Katie had taken the day off from school. He gave them forged excused absence passes so that they could stay home with Zoe all day and get to know her. He couldn’t concentrate all day imagining what they might be doing at home alone.
He walked in, and into the living room. That’s when he saw them out on the pool patio. He froze right where he was, astonished at what he saw. Zoe was sprawled out on a deck chair, with Hollie’s face buried between her legs. From where he was he couldn’t see much, as she was facing away from him. As he crept closer to the windows, he saw Zoe’s bikini bottom on the ground next to her chair, and saw that Hollie was completely naked. Once close enough, he saw Katie was sitting in a chair to his left, also completely naked, with her leg propped up and her fingers buried in her pussy.
He can’t believe he’s watching his innocent little girl fuck these two high school girls. He can’t see exactly what’s going on between Zoe’s legs, but all he knows is he wants to see more. He thinks to himself, “She has to know that I’ll see her doing this, right?” He decides to find out, and moves toward the right, trying to get a better view of his gorgeous daughter.
As he inches closer and closer to being able to see her beautiful body in full, something catches his attention out of the corner of his eye. He looks up, and sees his neighbor’s house, and the woman standing in front of the second floor window looking at them. He freezes, first in a panic, but then gets a hold of himself. The woman seems to be watching them, not running to call the neighbors about her new piece of juicy gossip.
He quickly makes a decision. He doesn’t know if the woman has seen him watching the girls, so he storms outside, yelling at them. “Zoe! What do you think you’re doing! I leave you alone for one day, and this is what you do? You bring your friends over and do this debauchery? In my own house!”
As he yells, Zoe looks utterly confused, and a bit hurt. She obviously expected a very different reaction from him, one more welcoming, and so she covers herself up with her towel. Hollie and Katie stand up with their heads bowed in a submissive posture. He barks at them, “Cover yourselves up and get inside, right now!”
The school girls obey immediately, but Zoe goes more slowly. Watching her disappointment and shame is horrible, and he thinks, “Just a few moments more sweetie.” Once inside, he slams the door, and pulls the blinds shut. Finally convinced that they have their privacy back, he turns to the girls. Zoe says, her voice quaking with the fear that she’s just ruined her relationship with her father, “Daddy, I’m so sorry, I just…”
She doesn’t know how to finish, and trails off, when he says, “No baby, don’t be sorry. I didn’t want to react like that, but you three were careless. There was a woman next door watching everything you were doing!” The girls all gasp in horror, and Zoe says, “But I didn’t see anyone!”
The anger he was trying to suppress rising in his voice, he says, “Of course not, but she was there. So now I have to go talk to her and try to convince her that what she saw was just the one time indiscretion if some teenagers, and not what it really is.” All three girls look ashamed, and apologize, which softens him a bit. He says, “Look, you three just stay right here, I’ll be back.” They nod, and he leaves the house.
He crosses the yard to the neighbor’s house, which feels like a million miles away. He doesn’t see her looking out of any windows, which might be good or bad. He reaches the door, prepares himself, and rings the doorbell. He hears a woman’s voice call out, “Come in!” He hesitates, and then opens the door.
He steps inside, and calls out “Hello? It’s your next door neighbor.” The voice says, “Come in, I’m here in the kitchen.” He heads into the house, and sees her sitting to his right as he passes the door. She’s seated on a bar stool at her counter, wearing a black and gold kimono.
She looks to be in her late 40’s, but very fit. She says, “Come in, don’t just stand there.” He says, “I’m Jeff, I live next door.” She’s holding a mixed drink, and says, “I know who you are Jeff. Can I get you a drink?” He shakes his head, puzzled by her attitude, and says, “Sorry to come over unannounced, but I’m afraid there’s been a bit of an embarrassing situation.”
She playfully says, “Oh has there?” He senses she’s toying with him, but continues, “Yes, I think you may have seen something a short while ago that might have given you the wrong impression. You see, my daughter, she’s a little on the rebellious side, and is always trying to push my buttons.”
The mystery woman shifts in her seat, and her kimono falls open to her navel, giving him an ample view of her cleavage. She either doesn’t notice, or doesn’t care, so Jeff continues, “Anyway, I hope that we’ll be able to come to an understanding and put this whole thing behind us.”
She looks at him after he finished speaking, the faintest smile on her lips, then finally her straight face breaks, and she bursts out laughing. He’s confused, and she says, “Oh Jeff, this is too good. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t tease you, but it’s too much fun. Relax a bit won’t you? Come sit down.” She motions to the bar stool next to hers, and not sure what her game is, he plays along.
He sits, and she says, “Don’t worry Jeff, if I was the gossiping type, I’d have had time to tell every housewife in the state by now.” He looks at her suspiciously, and she says in a conspiratorial tone, “This isn’t the first time I’ve seen scandalous behavior at your house.” He doesn’t know if she’s bluffing, so he keeps a straight face. She says, “I understand why you’d play it cool, you don’t want to let a stranger in on your secrets, but trust me, I’m the discreet type.”
As she says this, she runs a hand down the opening of her kimono, from her neck down to her breasts, pulling the material aside even further. As his eyes were drawn down, she slowly spread her legs toward him, sending the silk sliding off her legs, and revealing her perfectly tanned shaven pussy to him.
She says, “I know I have you at a disadvantage, and that you’re a man who likes to be in control. So here’s your chance, take control. Give me the chance to prove you can trust me.”
He says, “How do I know you aren’t just trying to get even more dirt on me?” She coyly says, “Only one way to find out,” and spreads her legs farther, sliding toward him. He stands, and moves closer to her, close enough to kiss her. She rubs her thighs on his legs gently, and he reaches up to her face. But instead of kissing her, he grabs her hair and pulls her off her stool, throwing her on the ground.
She lands on her back on the cool tile floor, and he’s on top of her in an instant. He pins her arms down, and says, “Tell me what you know about me!” She smiles, and says, “You’ll have to make me tell you.” He’s stunned by how horny, yet submissive she is. Every ounce of her is begging him to take her.
He obliges her, pulling his dick out of his pants and feeding it to her. He plunges it roughly into her mouth, and she greedily swallows it. As she sucks, he pushes farther and farther down her throat. When he lets up, he repeats his question, and says with a coy grin, “I know that you’re a high school teacher with a few problem students, plus one very curious daughter.”
He says, “What do you know about what we’ve done?” She shuts her mouth and raises her eyebrows to say, ‘You know what to do.’ He thinks, “She really wants to be abused! She’s forcing me to fuck her to tell me her secrets! Maybe she’s a kindred spirit after all.” He slides his dick back down her throat, all the way to the hilt this time. She swallows it whole. This is the deepest any woman has ever taken his dick before.
Again he relents, and she says, “You spent a weekend fucking the high schoolers, but two of them came back for more. The third is off plotting her revenge as we speak no doubt. I don’t think you’ve had the older girl, despite how much she obviously wants her daddy’s cock.” This time he starts fucking her face before asking his question, “Who have you told?”
This time she simply says, “No one, and I never will. What you do in that house isn’t anyone else’s business but yours.” He says sarcastically, “And yours apparently.” She grins devilishly, and says, “I’ve got to have a hobby.” He holds her face down, and jerks his dick against it until he starts blasting his cum all over her face. He coats her face hair and tits, and once finished, he gets up.
She doesn’t move from her place on the floor, instead she just moves her hand to her naked pussy and starts rubbing her clit. She says, “Well Jeff, do you believe me now?” she says, “Maybe, but I’ll take some insurance just to be sure.” He takes out his phone, and starts to record her as she writhes on the tile, fingering herself closer to orgasm. She stares into the camera, almost proud to be filmed debasing herself with his cum all over her. She said, “I always thought I was prettiest with a load of cum on my face.”
She continues until she cums, reveling in the show she’s putting on for him. After she finishes, she says, “Well?” he looks at her and says, “Well what?” She replied, “Aren’t you even going to ask me my name?” he says, “No, I’ll find out on my own. Follow me.” She obeys, standing up and following him as he walks out of the kitchen. Her robe is hanging open freely, and she makes no effort to conceal herself or question him.
He finds her bedroom, which overlooks his pool. It’s the only window that does, so he starts looking around. He finds her laptop, and opens it. He opens her email, and starts to snoop. She simply stands there watching him, almost delighted at the invasion. He finds her name, Nora, and searches for anything about his family, while she slides two fingers into her pussy. She orgasms again watching him, and soon he’s satisfied that she hasn’t been talking about them.
He looks through her closet and her dressers for cameras or pictures, but finds nothing. Finally he says, “Seems what you told me checks out. But since you know so much about me, it’s time for you to tell me your story. Let’s go get you showered while you fill me in.”
He leads her to the bathroom, and she drops her robe, and runs the shower. “Well, I’m actually a retired schoolteacher too! I moved here about a year ago for the peace and quiet of this rural neighborhood. I never had any kids of my own, so when I saw what was going on, I wanted to be included. I knew I couldn’t though, not until the right moment.”
He says, “Which was today.” She grinned, and said, “Yes. I can’t count the number of times I’ve fucked myself with my vibrator standing at that window, wishing I was one of those girls. All my life I’ve wanted a strong man to take me like you did, be my master, but I never got it. Until now hopefully.”
He saw nothing but truth and sincerity in her eyes, and felt that he could trust her. After her shower, he says, “I feel a connection with you Nora, and I think you’re someone I can trust to help me with my problems.” She’s ecstatic, and says, “Yes, anything!”
As she showers, washing his cum off her face, he tells her, “The girls names are Hollie and Katie. Zoe’s my daughter. Zoe doesn’t know it yet, but the girls are both pregnant.” She gives him a look that’s half admonition, and half arousal. He continues, “So is April.” Now she’s really intrigued and says, “Is Zoe too?” He shakes his head, and says, “I haven’t had sex with Zoe.”
She says, “Was there an unspoken ‘yet’ on the end of that sentence?” He smiled and said, “You’re very observant. Yes, I’ve been fantasizing about it, but I don’t want to take advantage of her before she’s ready.” Nora thought ‘the girl’s obviously ready, she’s practically begging for it,’ but she left that subject for another time.
She said, “Well, we’ll have to deal with the pregnancies quickly then.” He said, “Do you have any ideas?” She said, “A few, but first let’s go meet the girls.” She dried off, reveling in Jeff ogling her tight body. He takes in her body, admiring her pert natural breasts, her beautiful legs, and her evenlt tanned skin. She clearly spends a lot of time tanning and working out.
As she dresses, he asks her, “So how does a teacher afford to retire at your age?” She said, “My parents left me quite a bit of money in the inheritance. My father always doted on me, not unlike you do Zoe, and made sure that I would be well off.”
She finally is finished dressing, wearing an outfit that’s halfway between stern schoolmarm and sexy librarian. He says, “You’re amazingly beautiful. How old are you?” He had never asked a woman that before so bluntly, but instead of the usual appalled reaction, she simply answered, “I’m 49.” He said, “You’re gorgeous for 49, you don’t look anywhere near it.” She thanked him, and said, “Let’s go meet the girls!”
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Measuring my cum Pt. 11

We spent the rest of the afternoon in mom’s bedroom, fucking and sucking in various positions, including with mom on top, riding me, which was great, as I could watch her ample full boobs jiggle and bounce as she rode me. Fuck that was good! I must have cum at least another four times over the course of the afternoon.
One of my favourite times was when mom knelt on the floor on her elbows and knees, and let me pull her buttocks wide open so I could lick and finger fuck her asshole. I opened it up wide and also let a few gobs of my spit enter her butt-hole, to help ease my finger in. I think she enjoyed it from the way she moaned and groaned with pleasure. To be truthful, I was becoming increasing aroused by the sight of mom’s asshole and wanted to stick my prick in there. But although mom had mentioned this in her “dirty talk”, she’d never actually said I could, and I did not want to push things too far, too soon. But from the way she had reacted to my fingering it, I had hopes she would let me fuck her ass sometime soon.
During our sessions during Sunday afternoon, mom never collected my cum. She either swallowed it if she sucked me, or let me cum inside her, and then let me watch it drip out of her pussy, which added to my excitement.
In the evening whilst we were eating, mom reminded me that we had to see Dr Taylor again the next day.
“And remember,” she said, “We mustn’t tell the Doctor just how far I have gone in helping you to cum.”
I nodded in agreement. I knew it wasn’t something we could talk about in front of other people.
After our meal we both sat in the living room to watch some TV before going to bed.
I was wearing my ‘house-gown’ with my boxer shorts on underneath, whilst mom had ‘dressed’ since our earlier fuck-fest in her bedroom, but sill quite sexily — wearing the tight fitting soft-jersey type material grey shorts with a low cut bright red blouse without a bra, which showed ample cleavage, and her nipples protruding through the thin fabric. She looked pretty hot sitting there!
Since mom had been helping me cum all weekend, the ache in my balls had been much less. But with the working week starting for her tomorrow, being a Monday, I wondered how I would manage.
“Mom, I’m going to feel a little strange during the daytime this week, as you won’t be able to help me cum like you have this weekend,” I said.
“I know dear,” mom replied. “I’ve been thinking about that too. I have to go to work and you have to go to college. We’ll speak to Dr Taylor tomorrow and see what she says. How are your aches now?”
“Well, I’ve been feeling pretty good this weekend as I’ve been regularly cumming.”
“We’ll have one session tomorrow morning before I go to work and I’ll have to collect a sample like we were doing before. Today has just been an exception.” She smiled at me as she finished the sentence.
We idled the time away watching a movie and soon I was feeling sleepy. Mom looked over at me and said, “Time for bed I think young man. Do you need to cum again before sleeping?”
I felt I could, and my sleepiness started to disappear at the thought.
I nodded.
“As I haven’t collected your cum all day, I think one last time without won’t matter too,” said mom as she stood up. “What would you like to do?”
Seeing mom standing a few feet away from me with her tight figure hugging shorts which were pressing sexily into her crotch, I felt like touching her there and feeling up her ass.
“I’d like to play with that wonderful ass and pussy of yours again mom,” I said. “I just can’t get enough!”
Mom walked sexily over to me, swinging her hips, and stood in front of me as I still sat seated on the sofa chair.
“Go on then,” she said, smiling, “Do what you like.”
I placed the four fingers of my right hand on the area of her crotch and just ran them along her pussy mound several times, up and down. I could feel her pussy hairs and slit through the soft thin material of her shorts as I did so. Mom reacted with a slight moan of pleasure and pressed her pussy mound back against my fingers.
Then, satisfied for a moment with that, I said, “Turn around please mom.”
“That’s too polite,” replied mom teasingly. “You’ll have to ask me in a different way, if you want me to do that. Talk dirty.”
I looked up at mom and decided to oblige.
“Turn around and show me that juicy thick fuck of an ass, mom.”
“Mmmm….yes,” replied mom, “That’s better.” And with that mom turned 360 degrees on the spot and presented me with her curvy large butt, which was just about level with my face as I sat, if not a touch higher.
I rubbed my hands over each buttock, through the soft material of the shorts, groping and cupping the flesh there greedily. Then, I pulled the material that was covering each ass cheek inwards so that it caught in mom’s ass crack, making her butt look even sexier as it tightly hugged her ass with each buttock partly showing. I bent forward and kissed each cheek in turn and then ran my tongue over the skin, savouring the taste and sensation. Fuck! This was good, and my cock getting was hard!
Then, I grabbed mom’s shorts at the waist and just yanked them down, giving her a bit of a surprise.
“Fuck, yea mom,” I said, “Your juicy ass is so fucking hot, I could play with it all day and all night.”
Mom didn’t say anything, but just stepped out of her shorts, so now all she had on was her bright red blouse which went to just above her hips, leaving her glorious backside and legs fully exposed and naked.
Then she wriggled her ass as she stood on the spot, knowing how much it excited me to see the flesh on her butt cheeks wobble and jiggle.
By now my dick was fully hard and wanting some attention.
I stood up behind mom and rubbed my cock along her ass crack, again slightly surprising her and making her exclaim, “Ooh, that’s nice.”
I slapped my hard on against mom’s butt cheeks for a bit longer, and then said, “I’d like to follow you upstairs with you like this, so I can watch your cheeks move, and then maybe you can suck me off and swallow my cum.”
“Ok,” replied mom, still with her back to me, and rubbing her butt sexily back against my hard on.
Then she started walking slowly away from me toward the door, her hips swinging, so that her ass looked even hotter as she walked.
Mesmerised, I followed her. When mom, got to the stairs she started walking slowly up them, again swinging her hips as she did so. Man what a sight! I was half drooling as I watched her climb with her butt almost in my face as I followed closely behind. I could not help slapping her ass once or twice with my hand. “Fuck yea mom,” I said, “Fucking hot ass.”
Mom reached the top of the stairs and walked down the corridor and into my bedroom, and sat on the bed. My hard on had been swinging wildly as I’d followed her, and now I just presented it to her face as she sat down. Greedily she took it into her mouth and started sucking me.
“Oh fuck yea mom,” I said, responding to the way she was blowing me.
She grabbed the base of my dick with both hands and really went for it, taking all my shaft into her mouth almost to the hilt.
Then she started playing with my balls, with one hand. I let my right hand wander down of mom’s left boob for a moment and then I just grabbed her head as she carried on sucking me hard. Then she let my dick out of her mouth for a moment and ran her cheeks along the side of my shaft as if savouring it’s length along her face.
“Talk dirty to me while I bring you off,” she said. “You know how much I like it.”
And without further ado she took my dick head into her mouth again and started sucking on me.
Happy to oblige, I said “Yea suck that dick bitch. Suck it hard and let me see you swallow my cum. I know how much you like it now. You’re a cum swallowing slut aren’t you? You just love taking my cream inside your mouth and swallowing it, don’t you?”
I grabbed her head and started pushing my dick into her mouth in time with her sucking, so that I felt like I was face fucking her.
I could feel her breathing hard through her nose as she sucked on me and she seemed in total ecstasy. Finally, I felt the cum rise in my balls and grabbing moms head hard, I thrust hard and deep and spurted in her mouth with a loud groan.
“Ohhhhhhh…Ahhhhhhhhh…” I said out loud.
Mom had clamped onto my dick with her mouth firmly as I came, making sure that this time she would not spill a drop. And indeed she didn’t, as she seemed to be swallowing the lot!
After she’d milked me dry with her mouth and cleaned all the cum off my dick, she smiled up at me and said, “Mmmm…. that was lovely, I love the taste of your cum,” and she licked her lips, letting her tongue linger outside her lips momentarily to show me how much she enjoyed it, like she had been eating some delicacy. Fuck, she knew how to tease me!
“Now have a good sleep and I’ll collect another sample first thing in the morning before I go to work, but I’ll have to use the semen beaker again from tomorrow.”
I nodded, and smiled back at mom.
She stood up, her tits wobbling in her red blouse, kissed me on the cheek and said, “Goodnight, hon. Sleep tight.” And with that she strolled out of my bedroom. Again, I watched her naked ass swing sexily as she walked away. Fuck!
I curled up in bed, and in no time at all fell sound asleep.
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I looked at my watch. It was 3.30pm. I was about to leave my college campus and head for Dr Taylor’s Clinic, which was a short bus ride down town.
Mom had told me in that morning she would leave work a little early, and meet me there. That was after she had wanked me off into the semen beaker of course, before she left for work. It was a little disappointing not to have her suck me off properly and let me cum in her mouth, but we had to use the semen beaker again to get some measurements, as we’d given doing that a miss, completely, on Sunday.
As I sat on the bus going towards the clinic, I wondered what Dr Taylor would say, and if my blood test results would show up anything. I still had a slight ache in my balls everyday, but as I mentioned before, this would normally clear up after I’d cum several times.
I thought back to our first visit to see Dr Taylor. I suddenly remembered the way she had looked at my dick and licked her lips. Then I remembered mom doing the same thing several times before she had actually started to suck me off. An image of my dick in Dr Taylor’s mouth flashed through my mind quickly and I smiled. ‘Don’t be stupid,’ I said to myself! Doctors don’t do that with their patients!
Soon, I reached my stop and got off the bus. A few minutes later I was climbing the steps up to the Clinic front door. I saw a mid-thirties looking attractive blonde receptionist at the desk and introduced myself.
“Afternoon, ” I said. “I’m Jacob Addington. I have an appointment with Dr Taylor for 4.30pm.” The receptionist looked down at her diary, and as she did so I could not help but look down at her quite ample cleavage which was showing. She was wearing a white nurse type uniform which had quite a low cut top, and her boobs were pushed quite firmly up to create quite a sexy cleavage. She looked damn hot!
“Oh yes,” she smiled back at me. “Please take a seat. Your mother is already here.”
As I walked into the waiting area of the clinic, I saw mom had got there before me and was sitting in a chair reading a magazine. She looked up and smiled at me. There were no other people waiting, probably because we had the last appointment of the day, although I think the clinic had two or three other doctors too. I gave mom a kiss on the cheek and sat down next to her.
The receptionist was a about 10 feet away from where we sat at one end of the waiting area, near the front door. She smiled reassuringly over at us. I couldn’t remember seeing her the last time I was here. The image of her ample cleavage still lingered with me.
Then mom said in a low tone so no one else could hear, “Remember Jacob, you mustn’t say anything about how far we have gone in our cum collecting sessions. Let me do most of the talking.”
“Ok, mom” I replied, as quietly back to her.
After a couple of minutes the phone rang by the receptionist, and after answering it she said out loud, “You may go in now.”
Mom and I got up and went over to the consultation room door. Mom knocked, and I followed her in.
“Ah, Mrs Addington and Jacob, do come in said Dr Taylor smiling broadly, from behind her desk, standing up in a white doctor’s coat, welcoming us.
She shook both our hands and beckoned us to sit down on the chairs in front of her desk.
Dr Taylor was a mature lady, of around 50 years, stocky in build, chubby and buxom with it, and with greying hair. She wore glasses, but as I looked at her I noted again, like the first time we had met her, that she had quite a pretty face and wonderful deep blue eyes, which had almost a playful sparkle in them.
As we sat down, Dr Taylor first looked at my mom and then me, and still smiling and looking quite jovial said “Well how are you both, and how have you been getting on since I last saw you?”
Mom took the lead and said quite enthusiastically, but a little hesitatingly as if slightly embarrassed, “We’ve been doing fine Dr Taylor. I….er…have been helping Jacob in getting some measurements for you, as you suggested. I have them here.” Mom pulled out the records sheet, which she had shown me on Sunday morning, and handed it to the doctor.
“That’s excellent,” said Dr Taylor smiling. She took the paper from mom’s hand and put it on the desk in front of her without reading it. “I’ll look at this in a moment. I’m so glad you felt able to help Jacob, as it can be difficult to collect samples,” she added, as if to provide some reassurance.
Then Dr Taylor looked hard at me and said, “Tell me Jacob, how are your aches down below?”
I cleared my throat and said a little timidly, “I do still have them, but it does help a lot when I er….er …you know masturbate. I mean when I…er…you know, spurt my semen.”
“Good,” replied Dr Taylor still smiling at me. “I’m glad that you do get relief at least.”
“Now,” she continued, “I do have your blood test results here,” she said pointing to a blue folder, which was on the desk in front of her. “But first let me see your semen measuring record.”
Dr Taylor picked up the sheet of paper mom had given her and read it carefully.
“Yes, I see you have been producing quite a lot, but from the totals you’ve worked out at the bottom, I can see it is generally within a similar range every day.”
She paused for a moment looking at the numbers. “Yes, that’s all fine,” she added. “Thank you for keeping this record. I hope it has not been too difficult,” she added, looking first at mom then me.
For the first time I think I saw mom blush at that remark, and she replied quickly, “Er… no doctor…it….its been quite an experience as it’s something a mother is not often asked to do, if you know what I mean.”
“Yes, yes Mrs Addington. May, I call you Margaret.”
“Well, my friends call me Marge. That will do.”
“Marge it is then,” replied Dr Taylor. “Yes I do understand, and I’m sure Jacob has been grateful too.”
Mom looked slightly uneasy but just smiled back at the doctor.
Dr Taylor looked at me and said. “Aren’t you Jacob? You must be thankful your mom has been able to help you.”
“Yes, sure I am,” I said, in a tone more relaxed than I thought I would say it.
Mom then said, “Are you able to tell us what the problem is Doctor?”
“Yes, I can,” replied Dr Taylor. “I am pleased to say the blood tests have given us an answer to what is going on. So in that sense it is good news. However, the treatment I am going to suggest maybe a little more…,” she paused for a moment, “A little more unusual and perhaps difficult.”
I felt a tinge of concern and looked at mom, who I could see was also looking worried.
Dr Taylor saw our anxious expressions and said, “Oh, please, I did not mean to worry you like that. Once I’ve explained, you may not think it is too much of an issue to overcome.”
“Please tell me what’s wrong with Jacob?” asked mom.
Dr Taylor straightened up in her chair a little as if she was about to say something important.
“Mrs Addington….I mean Marge,” she said looking at mom, “The blood test show Jacob has a condition which although I would not describe as rare, is a little uncommon. I will not bore you with the name of the condition, and we did send the samples to another laboratory for confirmation. Luckily the condition is detectable through the blood tests. I will try to explain it as simply as I can.”
Dr Taylor looked at me then mom as she spoke. “As you may know, men and women both have bacteria present in their genital areas, which are kept at an optimum level though various means, including the body’s own immune system. In certain cases in men, the balance of this bacteria overwhelms their balancing mechanisms and can lead to aches in the scrotum area, which in effect has happened to you Jacob,” she said, looking directly at me and smiling reassuringly.
“But, the good news is that it is curable. Our medical history records show that virtually all young men who have had this condition have been completely cured. However, the recommended method is,….well,…..slightly unusual.”
“Well, it’s a relief to know you know what it is, and that Jacob can be cured.,” said mom. “But in what way is the cure unusual?” she added, almost taking the words out of my mouth.
Dr Taylor paused for moment.
Then looking at mom directly she said, “Because of the slightly unusual nature of the treatment, you may prefer that I speak to you directly and in private first, Marge, before telling Jacob.”
Mom listened and thought for a moment before replying.
“Er….well, no doctor. It’s all right. I know Jacob is mature enough to listen to what you will say, and I would like him to be present. He’s my son, and I know he will be ok with whatever you might say,” she replied, firmly.
I felt kind of pleased that mom had spoken up for me like that. But I guessed it was partly because of the sexual intimacy we had already shared.
“Alright,” said Dr Taylor, looking at mom and then me quite seriously.
“Occasionally, men much older than Jacob in their fifties and sixties can get this condition, but for them we normally prescribe tablets, which they then have to be take once a week for the rest of their lives. However, the best treatment for this condition, in a young man of Jacob’s age, is to naturally lower the imbalance of bacteria in the male genitals. The way to do this normally, is for a man is to have sexual intercourse frequently with a woman, as the different bacteria that are present in a woman genitalia, naturally help to restore the imbalance in the male, as they get passed on during intercourse.
Mom and I both listened in silence without saying anything. You could have heard a pin drop. And I felt a twitch in my dick as the doctor spoke the last sentence.
“Now for this to work,” continued Dr Taylor, “The intercourse must be without a condom, as obviously we require the male and female genital fluids to mix.”
Dr Taylor paused for a moment.
Then looking hard at me, she said, “Do you have a girlfriend at the moment Jacob?”
“Er…no,” I replied, rather embarrassingly.
“Well, here is where the slightly unusual recommendation for treatment I have for you comes in, in that case.”
Dr Taylor paused again.
“To be blunt Jacob, you need to have sex with a woman daily for the next 2-3 months, and then regularly thereafter, to restore your body’s balance and get rid of your aches. But if you do not have a girlfriend, then that is a problem.”
I sneaked a look at mom, who obviously was not going to say we had been doing it, and neither was I.
Then, I was shocked at the Doctor’s next lengthy statement.
She looked at mom and said, “Marge, I want you to know I am also a sex therapist and counsellor as well as a medical doctor. I see many different types of people who visit me in that capacity, and who tell me all kinds of sexual fantasies and fetishes. So nothing surprises me anymore. And of course the relationships between a sex counsellor and the client is completely confidential.”
“Er..yes…I understand that,” replied mom, slightly confused.
“So what I am try to say, is that one possible solution to the fact that Jacob has no girlfriend currently is ..,” Dr Taylor paused, “For you to perhaps go a little further in helping him with his treatment, if you know what I mean.”
I saw a streak of red run across mom’s neck and cheeks as she realised what the doctor had just suggested to her.
I think I must have blushed too.
Mom stayed silent. My dick twitched again.
Then trying to be more reassuring, Dr Taylor said, “As I mentioned, the relationship between a doctor and the patient is strictly confidential. I can only suggest what is best for the patient and it would go no further than between us, if it helps Jacob get over his little problem, or until he meets a fine young girl in the future hopefully.” Dr Taylor smiled as she finished the sentence.
Mom regained her composure a little and said, “Er…yes…I see what you mean doctor. I shall have to think about it.” She obviously didn’t feel comfortable enough to tell the doctor we had already fucked!
“However, I have an alternative option,” continued Dr Taylor. “Over the years during the course of my sexual counselling, I have seen a number of women, similar to your age Marge, who also have certain sexual issues and problems because their husbands’ can no longer perform sexually. I have handful of such women on my books now. All they require is to have sexual intercourse once or twice a week to help them overcome their problems. Dr Taylor paused.
Then continuing, she said, “I Also have a number of men a little older than Jacob — in their early twenties, who also come to see me with their sexual problems, for example, shyness in approaching women, or lack of experience in the sex act, and require just some initial guidance and prompt in the right direction. Now, being a ‘hands on’ type of sex counsellor, what I do, with the permission of all involved, is, I link up these young men to these older women, who have their husbands’ permission of course. And so the young men can resolve their sexual issues and gain some confidence, whist at the same time satisfying these mature ladies. It is a ‘win, win’ situation. The key is also that before I link up the young men to the mature, experienced women, I make sure both parties are completely free of any infection or STDs, so that they are able to enjoy themselves to the fullest extent, without worry. And I do follow up checks too. So what I am saying, Marge, is if you feel unable to help, I could link Jacob up to one or two of these ladies I know.”
As the doctor had been speaking, and what she had been saying sunk in, my dick had become semi hard. I couldn’t quite believe my ears. Dr Taylor could put me in touch with some older ladies of mom’s age for me to fuck to help cure my problem! Fuck!
I thought mom would blow up either in embarrassment or rage at the idea, but strangely enough when I looked over at her to see her reaction, see seemed quite calm. If anything, calmer than when the doctor had started talking.
“I see,” mom replied. “Well, Dr Taylor, I am so pleased to have chosen you as our doctor, as I can see your approach to treatment is very ‘hands on’ as you put it, and you have the best interests of the patient at heart, even if the treatments are slightly unusual. I’m also glad that you are so frank with us in your explaining the situation, and offering an alternative solution. I shall have to think this all over, as it is quite a lot to take in. But at least we know what’s wrong with poor Jacob,” mom paused, looking at me, “And how best we might be able to help him.” Mom smiled back at the doctor now, clearly much less tense and more relaxed in her chair.
Mom’s reaction surprised me and my dick was still snaking around in my pants at the thought of all these suggestions. I was trying to hide it by holding my hands over my crotch!
“Good,” replied Dr Taylor beaming back at mom. “I’m so glad we have an understanding.”
Then looking at me, Dr Taylor said, ” I hope you will feel comfortable with the suggested treatment Jacob and not feel shy. I’m sure you will appreciate it.” I thought I detected a glint in her eyes as she spoke to me.
I decide to play all innocent and I piped up, “Er…yes…. sure Dr Taylor, anything that helps me get over my problem.” Then, feeling a little braver and to add a touch of spice to the conversation, so that Dr Taylor might perhaps think I was more of a man than she knew, I added, “It has been quite nice and relieving at times when mom has been helping me, so I’m sure help in other ways from mom and from other ladies might be good too.”
I definitely saw a sparkle in the doctor’s eyes this time as I spoke, and my dick twitched again.
“Very good,” replied Dr Taylor. “Now, Marge, you have a think about what I’ve said and let me know how you might want to proceed. And remember this is all completely confidential between us only.”
“Thank you, Dr Taylor,” replied mom.
“Now, before you go today, I do need just one final test to perform which is to take a fresh sample of semen from Jacob. Once the treatment I’ve just suggested to you has been started I will also have to take fresh semen samples twice a week as we monitor progress through regular semen tests and blood tests. You no longer have to take daily cum measurements from Jacob now. Is that ok?”
I felt relieved we didn’t have to use the semen beaker at home again, but I think I must have not been listening properly to the first part of what the doctor had said as mom asked, “You mean you would like a sample now from Jacob?” and looking a little perturbed again.
“Yes. That shouldn’t be a problem should it? Do you feel you can provide me with one Jacob?”
“Er.. yes,” I said..” I guess so.” The truth was, aside from being semi hard already, hearing what the doctor had suggested, my balls were aching a bit, and cumming was just what I needed, as I’d only cum once that morning with mom helping me.
“Good,” replied Dr Taylor. “Excuse me one moment.”
Dr Taylor picked up the phone and said, “Cynthia, as Mrs Addiington and Jacob are the last patients for the day, and it’s almost 5pm, you can go home now. I won’t be needing your assistance further today.”
I realised Cynthia must have been the name of the hot looking receptionist. Dr Taylor listened to a reply and then said,. “That’s right, we’ll be fine. Have a nice evening – bye,” and put the phone down.
“Right, would you like to follow me to my inner consulting room?” Dr Taylor got up and beckoned us to follow.
I had not noticed another door in the doctor’s room on the first visit, but the doctor led us to the far side of the room where there was indeed another door. She opened it and we all went in. The doctor then closed the door and bolted it from the inside. “I like to make sure we have absolute privacy,” she said. “Welcome to my inner consulting room. This is where I see clients who have sexual issues or problems of various sorts, and I try to counsel them and help them resolve these issues.”
As I looked around the room I noticed it had a much more cosy and informal feel to it compared to the doctors main consulting room. This was more homely and even intimate. There were matching lampshades, a luxurious beige carpet with a large roomy leather sofa and a separate sofa chair. At one end of the room a very comfortable looking milky chocolate coloured leather bound couch/examination table was placed in the centre space so you could walk around it, where I guessed people could lie down. There was also a door to another room attached to this one!
As I entered the room, for some reason my hard on had gone down completely. Perhaps it was the thought of what I might have to do in front of the doctor, rather than in private with mom, which is what I was used to.
“Now, Marge, I’ve brought you in here too because I thought it would be better if you might like to help your son produce his semen sample, like you have been doing at home. I would like to watch and assist if you wouldn’t mind so I can make sure everything is in order from a physiological point of view. Is that ok with you both?”
“I guess so,” said mom, but I could see she was a little embarrassed.
I just nodded.
“Now Jacob, see that door — that goes to a bathroom. I’d like you to be nice and clean, so would you like to take off your pants and underwear in there, leave your t-shirt on, and give yourself a good wash of your privates, wrap yourself in a towel, and then come back out here.
I nodded again and walked over to the bathroom door.
Dr Taylor asked mom to sit down and offered her a soft drink. “Jacob before you go, would you like a drink too?”
“Just water is fine,” I said.
I went into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. Fuck! I couldn’t believe this was happening!
The bathroom was very nicely fitted with a bath and separate shower cubicle, and luxury tiles on the walls and floor. Next to the wash basin were a number of cream coloured towels of different sizes.
I took off my trousers and boxer shorts and gave my dick and balls a good wash using a small towel and soap. Then I rinsed myself off by wetting another small towel, and finally dried myself using a larger one. The large one was big enough to go around my waist, so I wrapped the towel around my hips and walked back into the room where Dr Taylor and mom were waiting.
“Excellent,” said Dr Taylor as she saw me come in. I took a sip of my water which she handed me in a glass. “Please lie down on the couch over there, and we’ll join you. Keep your towel over you for now.”
I did as instructed. My dick was completely soft now – my earlier arousal had completely gone!
I lay down on the couch, which was in the centre area of the end of the room so that people could walk around it, with my t-short still on, and the towel covering me from below. The couch was very comfortable and had a high back so as I lay there I could almost sit up. Mom and Dr Taylor came over.
Dr Taylor was holding a semen-measuring beaker like the one she had given us to take home.
“Just relax now Jacob. I’ll just ask your mom to take a sample like she does at home.”
Dr Taylor then lowered the head end of the couch a little so as I was lying, my back was about at 30 degrees, and I could relax my back and head.
“Right Marge, just do whatever you normally do to get the sample from Jacob at home. I assume you masturbate his penis into the beaker?”
“Er.. yes, that’s right,” said mom, not giving much away.
Mom stood on one side of me and Dr Taylor stood on the other as I lay on the couch.
Mom pulled the towel way from my crotch and legs to reveal my dick. I was now naked from the waist down. I could sense Dr Taylor looking at me dick intently.
Mom started to stroke my dick to try to get some life into it.
I was still limp. And I thought I should say something about that.
“Sorry, I think maybe because I’m in a strange place, I’m not worked up enough just yet,” I said truthfully.
“Marge, do you provide any stimulation for your son? For example, do you let him touch you?”
Mom hesitated for a moment. I could sense she was unsure just how much to let on. Then she said. “Well sometimes I do. I let him touch my bottom and sometimes my breasts too, as that can help him to cum quicker.”
“Well don’t let me stop you then. Just do what you normally do,” said Dr Taylor encouragingly.
Mom turned her ass towards me a little and I started to caress it through her skirt. My dick responded a little, but I was still not really getting properly hard.
“I think perhaps you need some more stimulation,” said Dr Taylor, after watching this for a few minutes, and seeing I was still not getting properly hard. “Tell me Marge, do you let Jacob see you partly undressed?”
I knew mom was fighting her feelings not to tell the doctor too much, but to my surprise at her openness she finally said “Well as you been so frank and open with us doctor, I will also be honest with you and say yes. Occasionally, I have let Jacob see my breasts and my bottom. But I would always wear some panties to cover my crotch area,” she added, lying. She obviously didn’t feel comfortable to reveal any more just yet!
“Well, may I suggest you remove your top and skirt in that case so Jacob can be properly stimulated? I think he does need more help, poor thing,” said Dr Taylor sympathetically.
Mom stopped wanking me and started to unbutton her white blouse. She then took it off, revealing a white full cup bra underneath. Then, she unzipped her skirt from the side and let it fall to the floor. She was wearing quite conservative white panties underneath which didn’t reveal much of the flesh of her ass. She picked up her skirt and placed it on the sofa with her blouse.
She was now wearing just her white panties and bra with black medium height heels. She came back over to me, and not looking at Dr Taylor, perhaps to avoid eye contact because of how she was now dressed in front of me, pulled her panties into her ass crack partly, so as to make her ass look more sexy, and then began stroking my dick again.
“That’s quite a nice touch, to make you look more stimulating,” said Dr Taylor pointing to what mom had done with her panties in pushing the fabric into her ass crack.
“Well, he does like bottoms a lot, so he tells me,” replied mom, to my surprise, revealing one of my likes.
“Well that’s quite natural,” said Dr Taylor smiling at me.
I started stroking mom’s ass again, which was now looking much more alluring, but Dr Taylor looking on at me from one side was not helping my erection still.
I think the doctor noticed my discomfort.
“I think we need to do something else here if we are to get you going young man,” she said. “I did say I was the type of sexual counsellor who believes in a hands on approach, so what I can do if you like is to stand nearer you Jacob, and you may also touch my bottom lightly through the material of my skirt, as you like bottoms so much. Are you ok with that Marge?”
“Er…yes sure,” replied mom.
Dr Taylor removed her white coat to reveal surprisingly low cut beige blouse and dark brown knee length skirt underneath. She came and stood next to me about level with my chest so my right hand could reach her ass. She was much rounder in shape than mom, and more of a bubble butt, I noticed, despite her chubbiness.
“Now don’t be shy young man, you can squeeze and feel my bottom as you like whilst your mom does her bit.”
I couldn’t quite believe this was happening. With my left hand I was feeling up mom’s ass cheeks as she stood in her underwear to my left and with my other hand I was stoking Dr Taylor’s ass through the material of her skirt as she stood to my right!
My dick started to become hard and responsive finally, although I still felt a little awkward.
Dr Taylor placed the semen beaker on the couch so mom could get hold of it in time.
Then to my surprise mom said. “Dr Taylor I hope you won’t mind, but I’m going remove my bra so Jacob can see my boobs. That normally does the trick at home.”
“Well, I am glad to hear you have such an informal arrangement,” replied Dr Taylor looking more pleased now.
Mom unclasped her bra and threw it on the sofa. Her glorious, full, melon like globes with large brown areole came into full view. Mom’s thick nipples looked exceedingly tempting and suckable.
“And I must say you have a very fine pair of boobs,” said Dr Taylor seeing them in their glory.
“Thank you.”
Before going back to working on my dick mom lent over my face so her boobs were in reach of my mouth. I don’t think she had planned to do this but just did it instinctively. Seeing this, Dr Taylor said, “And I see you let him suck you too. Excellent! That should really do the trick. Look!”
Dr Taylor pointed at my dick, which was now fully hard, as I had taken mom’s juicy tit into my mouth as she let her boobs fall over and stroke my face, and she saw it’s full length and hardness now for the first time. “Jacob, you do have a fine erection. I am going to call it a cock if you don’t mind, as I think it is easier to help you to cum if we use more common words.”
Dr Taylor keenly looked at my hard on, and licked her lips, and I could see she wanted to touch it. “Can I make a suggestion?” she said.
“Go on,” said mom.
“How about if you stand over Jacob like you are and let him play and suck on your fine boobs, and I collect the semen sample? It may make things easier,” said Dr Taylor.
“Sounds ok to me, ” said mom. “You ok with that Jacob?”
I nodded. It would be good to have another woman’s hands on my dick.
I was started to feel much more relaxed being in the doctor’s presence now, as she seemed to be enjoying what we were doing too. She moved over to my left where mom had been standing and mom came over to the right of me, still leaning over me slightly so I could suck and play with her boobs or ass with one hand.
Mr Taylor started to wank me. The feel of her hand on my dick was quite exquisite and her technique arousing. She was clearly an expert in this from the way she was stroking me!
My dick was now at full stretch, but I did not feel like cumming just yet.
“May I touch your bottom again Dr Taylor?” I said, feeling brave.
Without saying anything, Dr Taylor angled her ass back at me so I could reach it, and I started to grope at her fleshy ass cheeks through he material of her skirt.
“That’s right. Feel my ass young man and cum for me,” said Dr Taylor as she continued to wank me, whilst I felt up her butt.
At that moment I would have loved it if either mom or Dr Taylor had given my dick a quick suck. But I did not feel brave enough to go so far as to suggest that.
Mom then surprised me again by saying, “Let me use my boobs on his cock for a moment. That should do it finally.”
Mom moved down the couch a little so she was now opposite to Dr Taylor a who let go of my dick, and let mom wank me with her boobs as she held them tightly around my prick and moved up and down.
Dr Taylor looked on pleasingly. “I’m so glad to see you are so free with each other in this way,” she said.
Seeing mom do what she was doing to me in front of the doctor triggered something off inside my head, and I started to get extremely aroused now at the idea of mom sexually pleasuring me in front of someone. I’d gone from being very shy about it initially, to now getting really turned on by it, and I felt the cum rise in my balls.
“I’m gonna’ cum in a minute if you carry on like that,” I said out loud.
Mom continued wanking me between her fleshy tit mounds for another minute or so and then stopped and let Dr Taylor take over. The doctor grabbed the semen beaker in one hand and started pumping my dick hard up and down. She was just in time as after just few strokes I came, gushing into the semen beaker.
“Ahhhhh..AHH…OOOOOHHH,” I shouted out as I came, jerking my hips upwards several times as I did so.
Dr Taylor continued to expertly hold my cock and pump me until my cum waves subsided and she’d collected all my cum in the beaker. I pushed my head back against the couch and closed my eyes, enjoying the high of my orgasm as the doctor’s hand still held my dick, and mom stood topless, wearing just her panties, next to her. Fuck, that was so good!

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Yoga Mom

A mother has a close and sexual relationship with her son, daughter and friends

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Victorious part 3

The next day for Victor and Meredith was a continuance of all the previous days for a few hours.
“Carmine? Meredith needs you in her office for a word about the numbers before lunch.”
Carmine didn’t do well for the week, and it was past eleven thirty.
“Oh great. Well let’s go office boy.”
She led the way in her tight designer dress. Carmine was an extreme extrovert like most salespeople, and was of the thought that the office was the place to be beautiful. She wore a dress that could get her past the V.I.P. rope in a club. It was white and very tight with a short skirt. Several gold necklaces covered more of her chest then her open top. Some women wore that type of dress as a stylish shirt over jeans or leather pants.
They stepped into Meredith’s dark office. Her windows were shaded and the lights were off. Most of the light in the room came from the glass wall. In the back of the dark room, only the computer’s screensaver and the charging lights for her cell phone were casting light.
Meredith sat waiting at the desk. She wore a black dress suit with only a hint of white blouse over her lapel.
“Hello Meredith, you should get some light it’s unhealthy.” Carmine said in greeting. Like most office workers, she was afraid being in the dark room. Unlike most, she faced her fear by crossing into the depths of the room to stand over Meredith at her desk.
Victor stood quietly by the windows.
“How are your numbers for this week?” Meredith said coolly.
“I’ll have them by the end of the day. I hope to finish a few things.” Carmine avoided.
“How are your numbers so far for the week?” Meredith was like an army laying siege, Carmine could only look on as systematically, and methodically Meredith plugged along through excuses and twisted ambiguity.
“Five including the new Tarsus model.” She said trying to add a good ring to it.
“You did ten last week and those five were finalized extras that went through on Monday and Tuesday. Now, this week, you’re behind the twelve you needed.”
“Well I…” Carmine struggled.
“How do I punish you?” Carmine straightened. “Fifteen in two weeks is not good enough.” Carmine rightly feared being fired. It was a Friday at lunchtime, the perfect time to clean out the desk. It seemed these talks were fairly common, and no one likes their money played with.
“Well I…” Victor watched the gears start turning.
“I have a way to help you.”
Carmine nearly missed that as she thought about her excuse. “I… uh what?”
“Victor says it’s a mental thing, making lots of sales one week and being sluggish the next. Something about not being hungry.” Behind them, the office emptied for lunch at Chili’s. “Are you hungry?” Meredith asked perhaps meaning literally.
“Ah no..ah yes.” Carmine answered perhaps meaning figuratively.
Victor could guess by Carmine’s face she had lost her appetite with the conversation.
“Well, after this you should be able to go eat where you want.” Carmine stiffened further Victor could see waterworks getting ready. “Will you be hungry to sell next week?”
“Yes Meredith, next week will be great.” She blurted.
“What do you do that puts you at ease? Can I relax you for you too do better? What do you do with your money? You don’t have to answer.”
Carmine felt she couldn’t not answer. “I go out. Pay bills. This is a good job.” She nodded to herself.
“Where do you go? Do you wait, or look for acceptable men at fun places at night, or do you have an… other with you?”
Victor was amused how she seemed to have asked Carmine if she was a whore or a lesbian.
Carmine wasn’t thinking too clearly about what was said or its meaning, and was just of blurting what ever she thought. “I go out and have fun with friends, yes.” She said unable to hide her frantic confusion.
Meredith arched her fingers in front of her. Victor taught her to use it as a device to distract people from her chest when they were about to ask for the sale. “Are you satisfied?”
“Huh?” Carmine looked at Victor for understanding.
“Are you satisfied?” Meredith leaned in.
“With going out?” Carmine said slowly. “I guess, it’s hit and miss.”
“It’s a waste of time. I am unable because of my schedule to consider that type of life.” Meredith turned and stood from the chair. “I think there is away to make you more satisfied spending time here. I feel that would center your life and allow you more success.”
Carmine nodded quickly thinking she was making progress. “I understand. I’ll make the company a larger part of my life.” missed Meredith’s meaning completely.
“You have to see it as the center Carmine. Not the car, the bills, or the friends. Without the job, you lose all the others.” Meredith said coming around the desk and sitting on it next to her. “You know you’ll lose it all without it right?”
Carmine seemed to pale and blush at the same time. “Yyyes.” She said fearfully.
Meredith looked deep into her. “Stable relationships make people happier at work do you know why?”
Carmen nodded gravely. “They do their business and go home without all the stress of trying to please other people all the time.”
Meredith paused trying to understand if that was an acceptable answer.
“Are you in a relationship?” Meredith continued.
“Umm no, not for a while now.” Carmine looked down and snuck an embarrassed look at Victor.
Meredith stiffened watching her. “You’re looking to get one?” She accused.
Carmen rolled her shoulders. “Umm yes, but I’m not able to find the one for me though. Many men act nice, but they all just take what they want and never call back. I’m sure you know how it is. They just want you cause your pretty but they’re not there for you. They just want well…they won’t cry with you. The guys I find don’t share my dreams or last long enough to hear them.” She said hanging her head.
Meredith looked over at Victor thoughtfully. Perhaps that was her feelings put to words.
“I have found one for myself.” Meredith said
Victor choked loudly at how hugely insensitive she was sounding.
Carmen literally was taken aback at the words. “Oh that’s…”
“You will have to be satisfied as I am. I want you not to be distracted.” Meredith looked her right in the eye. “I will help you.”
Meredith grabbed her head and latched onto her cheek with her teeth. Carmine gasped but Meredith caught her wrists. She brought her hands to the sides and slide up Carmine’s skirt.
Victor watched the two silently struggle. Carmine was helpless and made only little gasps under Meredith. The larger woman had trapped her hands down to her sides and her feet were in between Carmine’s. Controlling Carmine’s wrists, Meredith slide the helpless woman’s panties down slowly.
Meredith released her and whispered in her ear. Whatever she said made Carmine stop struggling her arms as she writhed.
She turned her head. “Come, Victor.”
He already had moved in next to them and now he moved behind Carmine. Victor wondered what she said to make her calm, and hoped charges weren’t about to be pressed. His cock leapt out and flopped along grazing Carmine’s bubbly ass.
She jumped feeling it but Meredith kept her from moving.
“Get down, a real relationship is give and take.” Meredith pushed Carmine by her shoulders to her knees. She stood over her and used her hip to push the back of her head over and onto him.
Carmine seemed to be in shock as she started to numbly give him a blowjob. Victor thought if anyone ever was shocked to find themselves sucking someone off, they would look like Carmine. Her style was uninspired. She used more of her lips then tongue and bobbed her mouth like a pussy.
“That’s why you can’t keep a man! Use your throat. Let him have your body. That’s exactly what your doing is using your body on his. You’re not good enough for Victor this way.” Meredith said pushing her in harder.
She ruthlessly backed off Carmine and threw her onto his cock. Tears flowed down her face wrecking her carefully applied makeup. “This is the pleasure of giving.” She said after ramming them together for a few minutes. Victor was already quite hard and his cock was covered in the thick saliva found in Carmine’s throat.
Meredith pulled off Carmine and bent her over the desk. “This is the pleasure of receiving.” She bent in and pushed her nose into Carmine’s ass as she sloughed around and burrowed her face into her forcefully.
Carmine danced on her face panting open mouthed. Meredith had picked her feet off the floor with the force of her face pushing in. Carmine started to slap the desk and finally with a keening wail she let out a gush that flowed out on Meredith.
She sagged and limply fell across the desk in a heap as Meredith untangled herself and stood.
“What did you tell her?” Victor asked curious.
“I told her if she relaxed she would enjoy it and keep her job.”
“Wow that’s pretty bold of you. They call that coercion.” He added.
“It was important, and I feel it will make her better.” Meredith replied as she stroked Carmines ass. Carmine shivered and sobbed but didn’t move. “Are you satisfied? Do you want more Carmine? Can you take more?”
“Please, be gentle with me.” She said quietly and tried pulling up her knees onto the desk and raising her ass.
“This is what you want?” Victor asked taking off his pants and pulling her to the side.
“Yes.” She hissed as he slid her up on the corner of the desk. He had her squat so her knees were straddling the desk and her clit bore the weight of her body on the corner of the desk. He pulled her arms back bending the elbows and bringing her hands to the back of her neck. He interlaced a few of her fingers, and with one hand he held them there, with his other hand, Victor brought his cock up to her drooling hole.
“Carmine, you want this cock?” He asked to be sure.
“Yes Vic, please.” She pleaded hoarsely.
He pushed into her and was surprised at her tightness. After the usual struggle, her body took his width fine, but he bottomed out less than halfway inside her. Her pussy was not as hot as Meredith’s was, nor as snug and accommodating, but it was wet from her earlier explosion and let him glide in and out fairly easily. He shoved against the back wall of her pussy claiming more space for himself inside her. Carmine started wriggling under him and her feet slid out from under her as she tried to move off of him.
“Aww, what the hell Carmine? Do you want this dick or not?” He hissed pushing further into her struggling body. Her legs straightened behind him and her ass clenched.
He paused and leaned into her ear. “Hold still.” He soothed and pushed her down on the desk as she started panicking.
He heaved into her pushing harder and deeper in a building rhythm. He had the ability to fuck her for days and showed it by setting a brutal speed that left her flopping on the table like an electrocuted fish. Behind him, Meredith shut the office door and turned back to watch.
Carmine bucked her head up and froze with a quiet orgasm after a few minutes as Victor continued to slam her. After ten minutes, she silently arched onto her face and hips as her body locked up and he felt another liquid explosion douse his cock and balls. Meredith watched her pupils dance in drunken circles under her wrecked makeup and half closed eyelids. After she came down, the once proud Latina loudly hyperventilated trying to get down her oxygen deficit.
“Are you satisfied?” Meredith asked almost cruelly.
“Oh god, you’re gonna kill me.” She moaned.
Victor chuckled at her still keeping up his pace. “Mercy, Carmine. Do you want mercy?” His voice was flat, even, and sounded bored despite his Herculean effort. Her spasming pussy was wet as ever but he could feel it starting to swell around him from the abuse.
“Yes! Yes! Fuck! Vic, you’re the man! Mercy.”
Victor pulled back and Meredith came to him immediately. Meredith quite transparently, was checking to see if he came. Satisfied, she stood and hugged him tightly, pressing her full body into him.
“How long will you be able to concentrate with that level of satisfaction?” Meredith asked from Victor’s side. Carmine huffed and didn’t move as twitches ran up and down her body.
She slumped over trying to right herself before replying. “I’ll work late tonight, I’ll come in this weekend, and I won’t go out. Is he going to do me like that again?”
“Likely. This weekend won’t work however.” Meredith said from behind him as she walked around to her desk. She paused looking at Carmines face in the light from the computer. “You should really clean yourself up.”
“Right, I just need a little moment.” Carmine pulled herself back onto the floor and sunk down to squat at the front of the desk. Her pussy made a burp as it was compressed and released air. “Damn, how long has it been?”
Outside the hooting, giggling, and murmurs of returning coworkers came through muffled from the work area outside. Some of the girls had large bags of family sized servings from their favorite restaurant and a nearby deli. The group set them out and scattered the boxes on a conference table.
“Shit.” Carmine said watching her co-workers serve themselves. She was trapped in.
“You’ll have to hurry. Perhaps you can be clever.” Meredith chided.
Victor noticed a budding smile.
Carmine rose and skulked to the door. She straightened what she could of her dress and looked at her reflection in the glass. She lowered her head and dashed out past her eating laughing co-workers. Only Misty the receptionist got a good look at her, the others only saw her flee holding her face.
“Oh my god! Was she fired?” a voice in the gaggle wondered aloud. They impotently repeated what they saw and eulogized their supposedly sacked comrade as they continued to eat. Carmine joined them in a few moments without makeup and heartily dug into the food spinning a story between bites.
In the shadows of her office, Meredith stood behind Victor and had swung her arms around his waist and softly chewed at his shoulder blade while looking at her employees.

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Aunt Ruth 2

Ruth 2/the sister-in-law
The following morning I could hardly eat breakfast in anticipation of that afternoon with Edith, my Aunts sister-in-law. My Aunt Ruth looked terrible sitting across the table. I asked, “How is Al doing?” “Not well, I don’t think he will last much longer” She said. Her eyes filled up with tears. The kids were pretty quite for a change. No arguing or whining.
I walked around behind her and began to massage her neck and shoulders. They were as tight as a drum. Aunt Ruth said “Oh that feels so good, you have a nice touch. I didn’t get much sleep last night. I think I will lay down for awhile. If I happen to fall asleep be sure and wake me before twelve so I can go to the hospital.” She laid down on the couch and I continued to massage her neck until she fell asleep. I got Susan and Ted ready for school and sent Karen next door to Edith’s house. I set the alarm for 11:45 and went down stairs to finish the business cards I had been printing before Edith had come in to see me yesterday. I could hardly concentrate, I kept thinking of Edith and that beautiful body with her long legs. I did manage to finish the run just before the alarm went off.
When I came upstairs and went into the living room My Aunt Ruth was laying on her back and her robe had come apart at the bottom. Her legs were spread apart just enough so I could see her white panties with her brown bush showing through. In spite of her haggard look I found that I was starting to get hard. When I looked up I saw her looking at me. We both turned three sheets of red. She covered herself and got up and went up to her bedroom and finished dressing. She left about ½ hour later and said she would be home about six for dinner and then would go back to the hospital at eight.
About twelve thirty, I went next door to Edith’s to have lunch with her and Karen. I could hardly take my eyes off Edith. She had on a dress that showed most of her upper breasts, and she had not put a slip on underneath. Every time she walked in front of a window you could see right thru it. I could tell she had not put on a Bra or panties either. I got a hard on just sitting there looking at her. Karen came over and jumped on my lap and gave me a kiss. She said “I love you Uncle Bob” “Well I love you two” I said. At four she was as cute as a bug’s ear. She must have felt something, because she started rubbing her crotch into my hard on. I was not paying attention because I had my foot between Edith’s legs and was trying to put it into her pussy. Like a lot of little girls, they don’t know why but know that when they rub themselves they get a nice feeling between there legs. I got even harder with her doing that, realizing what was happening I picked her up and gave her a hug and a light swat on her rear and said time for your nap.
When Edith walked back in the room after putting Karen to bed I could hardly breathe. My cock was already trying to bust out of my jeans. I thought I’d better do something or I wouldn’t be worth a dam as a lover. I said lets have a cup of coffee and give Karen a chance to go to sleep. She poured us each a cup and as she sat the cups down I reached over and pulled her onto my lap and gave her a deep passionate kiss. She responded with her own tongue and we explored each others mouth. We kissed for a long time, and I let my hand caress her breasts thru her dress. I slipped my hand down the front of her low cut top and rubbed her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, they sprung to life and became firm almost hard. She was breathing faster and her breast began to heave up and down as I continued to caress and knead her wonderful breasts. Finally she stood up and took my hand and led me into her bedroom. Her bed was a beautiful four poster with a canopy lace top. I slowly lifted her dress over her head and gazed at her lovely body, her flaming red hair and the brightest blue eyes you ever saw. He milk white skin with freckles all over her body, the full grapefruit size breasts with her nipples pointing straight at me took my breath away. She was trembling as I drew her to me and I kissed her passionately.
I laid her down on the bed spreading her legs as I positioned my self between them. I leaned down and again began to explore the inside of her mouth with my tongue. I took both hands and fondled, caressed and kneaded those firm breasts of hers. I pinched and rolled her nipples between my thumb and forefingers before sliding down to take her left breast into my mouth gently sucking it. My tongue rolled over her nipple and her breath was coming faster as her stomach was beginning to convulse. She was moaning ever so quietly as she ran her fingers thru my hair. I moved over to her right breast and began to suck. My hand slid down between her legs and I gently began to massage the outer lips of her vagina. I opened her lips and slipped my middle finger between her lips and into her wet pussy. Her juices were flowing and as I slipped another finger in I was surprised at how tight she was. I then realized that even though she was 39 she had never had a baby. Her vagina was the same as when she was a young girl.
As I slid my fingers up to her clit and began to massage her I felt her gasp and she let out a low moan as she came. I sucked on her beautiful breast as I continued to finger fuck her tight pussy. When I felt her cum again I slid down between her legs and placed them over my shoulders. I buried my face into her fiery red bush, it felt like soft velvet to my face and lips. I inserted my tongue between her lips and gently drew it up her slit to her clitoris. As I rolled my tongue over and around her clit she raised her ass and I felt her body tremble as she came again. I took her legs and pushed them back toward her chest so I could penetrate her pussy more deeply with my tongue. I inserted two fingers into her wet pussy and then took my middle finger and inserted it into her extremely tight ass.
The sphincter muscle was very strong and tight. I had to massage it for several seconds before it allowed me to slide into her. As I did I felt Edith tighten her ass hole and I told her to relax. She whispered “I have never had anyone do that to me” I said, “If you relax I think you will like it.” I began to plunge my finger in and out of her ass hole as I continued to lick her pussy. I scoop as much of her pussy juice as I could with my tongue and then rub it around my finger; occasionally I withdrew my finger and inserted my tongue. When I did that I felt Edith suck in her breath and she would bear down on my tongue trying to push it further into her ass and she would cum every time I inserted my tongue into her ass.
I could bear it no more; my cock was so hard I thought it would break. I moved up her body and as I kissed her I took my cock and inserted it into opening about two inches. Her pussy was gushing with her juices and I slid it in another couple of inches. She was very tight but she was taking what I offered. Her breathing was very rapped, and with every inch I put into her she would let out a low moan. I shoved the remaining four inches into her and she arched her back and came again. I began to slowly pump in and out of her. When I shoved my cock all the way in I could feel her uterus, and I moved my cock in a circular motion so the tip rubbed across the uterus opening before I pulled out to the tip of my cock and then I would plunge back into her. Each time she grunted and thrust her pelvis up to meet my cock. She was moaning and groaning as I began to pump in and out of her, faster and faster. She whispered “Ohhhh, Ohhhh my god I can’t believe what you are doing to me. Can’t stop coming, Oh shit I’m going to cum again Ohhhhhhhhhhh” and she shoved her pelvis up into me until my cock was buried deep within her and her body began to vibrate and her legs were shaking as I felt her cum. This time she came in a torrent and it spilled out the edges of her pussy, and as I plunged in and out of that tight pussy her juices were squirting all over and running down her ass crack. I could no longer hold back and I buried my cock as deep into her as I could and when I felt her uterus opening I came directly into it. She grabbed my back and her legs wrapped around my waste and she pushed as hard as she could as she felt my cum empty into her uterus. She let out a low scream as she came again and then collapsed back onto the bed. She just laid there for a long time exhausted as I kissed and nuzzled her neck.
Finally she turned on her side and gave me a smile and said, “I have never been so satisfied as I have been the last two days. You have awakened in me feelings I have never experienced before. You made me climax more in the past two days than I have in the past two years, even with my young friend down the street. I didn’t say anything but it made me feel powerful.
After we had laid there for a while I got up and walked into the bathroom. I had only been in there a few minuets when I heard Karen come into the bedroom and say, “Auntie Edith I can’t sleep.” I closed the bathroom door leaving it ajar. I was a little shaken because we had forgotten to lock the bedroom door. I heard Edith say that’s OK go into the kitchen and get yourself a cookie while I get dressed. As soon as I heard her leave I came back into the bedroom and quickly got dressed. Edith got dressed and went into the kitchen, and stood between Karen and the back porch so I could sneak out and go down to the basement and back over to my Aunts unit.
I began to work on a new job that had come in the day before. About an hour later Edith came through the basement door and said that she had gotten Karen to sleep and I could tell by the smile on her face that she was not through with me yet. She had on a light cotton dress and I could see there were no panty or bra lines. My god she was beautiful, freckles and all. For a women her age her breasts still were firm and they caused the cotton dress to stretch over them in a way that made your mouth water. I was just finishing up setting the type for the new job, when she walked up behind me and reached around and grabbed my cock and kissed me on the neck. I had an instant hard on and almost dropped the type I was holding. I laid it down and turned and pulled her to me. I felt her soft firm breasts hard against my chest as I warmly kissed her.
She slid down from my grasp and unzipped my fly and top button letting my jeans slip to the floor. She pulled my boxer shorts down to my ankles and took my hard dick into her mouth. I began to move my ass back and fourth and my cock began go deep into her throat and back out. I fucked her like that for about five or six minuets. She kept trying to get me deeper into her throat cavity. I slowly slid her to the floor and began to fuck her mouth I was in a push up position and I couldn’t believe it she was taking all seven and a half inches of me into her throat. She would breath in gulps as I withdrew from her and then she would take a grip on my ass and pull me deep into her throat. That was all I could take and I came deep down in her throat. Almost every bit went straight into her stomach. When she withdrew me partially from her throat she sucked the last drop of cum out of me. I almost collapsed on top of her because my arms had turned to spaghetti and my legs were shaking, I was completely drained. We laid on the floor holding each other for quite a while before she got up and said she had better get back up stairs and check on Karen. I went back to work but my legs felt weak and I could hardly stand so I decided to quit for the day and went up stairs and took a nap.
My Aunt Ruth came back from the hospital about 5 PM. She was crying and said they didn’t think my Uncle would make it through the night. I went next door and told Edith about her brother. She had been going to see him every evening with my Aunt; while I baby-sat the kids. My Uncle died that night at 10:33 PM.
For the next two days we were busy making the funeral arrangement. Edith and my Aunt were quite broken up about Uncle Al’s death even though they new he was going to die for several months. I wanted to console Edith but new I had to stay my distance. The children were pretty broken up also especially the two older ones. The little one new something bad had happened but really couldn’t comprehend it all.
My Uncles funeral procession was the longest in Saint Paul’s history. It measured just over a mile. There were fifty two squad cars several ambulances and a hook and ladder truck from the fire dept. plus a lot of regular cars. The church was filled to capacity and over flowed into the front lawn area. Uncle Al was very popular with the general public. Being a street cop who walked the down town beat he had made hundreds of friends.
I have never been to a funeral before or since that had more love and affection for an individual than my Uncle Al’s.
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