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Once licked, twice remembered

She wasn’t even nervous when she sent him a text. He’d sent her some before and they stayed close in years after the split but when she read his one sentence text she couldn’t help but think of what doors she was going to open. He didn’t have to say much and she said even less but when she read his text “i had a dream about you last night…again” she was ready to dive right in.

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Step-brother

my parents divorced when i was 10. my mother remarried in 2006, when i was 15. she married a contractor, with a bad-ass, fresh-mouthed, 16-year-old son. he had dusty blond hair, a toned, tan body… sounds nice, right? except his wordrobe consisted of nothing but baggy jeans, wife beater tanks, timberland boots, and more wife beater tanks. not exactly what you’d picture Romeo wearing. so now, a year after their marriage, i am now 16, my step-brother, 17. his name is Jayden, and a couple of days ago he was released from a Juvenille Detention Center. he was picked up by the police for assisting in a robery that his friends had committed.
“your tits got bigger.”
i choked on the dinner i was eating, and i could feel the blood rush to my face.
my mother cleared her throat, Jayden’s father looked appalled. “Jayden, please. that’s anything but appropriate.”
“what? i was just pointing it out,” he said, slouched in the antique dining chair, a blank expression on his face.
i looked down and continued to eat. so i have never been nervous around guys. i wasn’t ugly, i am not fat. i’m a toned, blond, 5’4 cheerleader. infact, i have a boyfriend. but i wasn’t comfortable around Jayden. was it because i had masterbated a couple of months ago, invisioning myself tied up helplessly to his bedposts, my legs spread, whimpering while he shoved his finger harshly up my cunt, his tongue-
“Lauren!” my mother shouted at me, shaking me from my thoughts. my face turned scarlet again, and Jayden snickered.
“huh?” i responded. had i been thinking outloud? shit!
“i was speaking to you, and your staring off into space.”
“i’m sorry, mom. what did you say?” i shifted in my seat, feeling a wetness between my legs.
“i was telling you that Roger and I are going to Sao Paulo this weekend. Roger has business there, so we thought we’d make a vacation out of it. i’m going to have your Aunt Pam stay-”
“mother!” i yelled, feeling embarrassed that she felt i still needed a babysitter at the age of 16! i couldn’t believe it.
“i’ll babysit her,” Jayden said slyly. he smirked at me, enjoying the embarrassment it was causing me.
“fresh out of Juvie, we both,” Roger started, referring to himself and my mother, “thought that you BOTH could use a babysitter.”
“mom, this isn’t fair. Jayden may have just gotten out of jail, but i-”
“it wasn’t jail.”
“whatever, same thing. but i have not done ANYTHING to deserve a babysitter. you’ll only be gone one weekend!” i leaned back in my chair, arms crossed.
Roger looked over at my mother. “well, Lauren is pretty responsible, maybe we should reconsider.”
i looked hopefully up at my mom. this would be the perfect opportunity to have Nick stay the weekend. Jayden would probably be out with his deliquent friends. i got excited.
my mother sighed. “well… i guess so. but- if i get one phone call from the police, or if this house is trashed, or if the neighbors, and you know they’ll let me know EVERYTHING that goes on here, have anything bad to tell me, that’s it. next time we leave, you both get a babysitter. understood?”
i nodded like an idiot. Jayden mumbled something and left the table. “you won’t regret it, mom.”
* * * *
my mother and Roger left at 5 oclock sharp thursday night for their over night flight to Sao Paulo. i was on the phone with Nick, having a heated arguement.
“… what do you mean ‘too busy’?! Nick- i have the whole house for the WHOLE weekend.” i paced around as i argued, the phone cord from my 80’s hot pink phone twisting around me. “whatever, Nick.”
the shower turned off in the bathroom. i watched Jayden walk out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, his body dripping wet. i stared at his closed door for a second, before i heard Nick shouting into the phone.
“whatever, Nick. i don’t have time for your shit. if you cant come, then its your damn loss,” i yelled, and slammed the phone down. i sat down on my bed, still looking at Jayden’s closed door. a sly smile spread across my face. maybe if i just “accidently” walked into his room right now…
my phone rang again. i sighed, thinking it was Nick. “what?” i answered.
“Lauren?”
“oh, angie, sorry, i thought you were nick.” i explained that my parents were gone for the weekend, but Nick had “other plans”.
“wow, sounds like you guys are finished. i would drop his sorry ass. i bet he’s over at Britney’s house right now, bang-”
“thanks, angie. i feel SOOO much better now.”
she laughed into the phone. “hey, is Jayden home?”
“yeah, why?”
“hmmm… what are you so upset over Nick for? if i were you, i’d be excited to have a weekend alone with my sexpot step-brother.”
“sex-what?”
“nevermind. come on, Laur, he’s sexy as hell. he’s fuckin gorgeous, and he’s a bad boy. there’s nothing sexier than a fine-ass bad boy. and you LIVE with him. no blood relation what-so-ever. if i were you, i’d put him over my knee and spank the-”
“alright already! christ, why don’t you come over here and fuck him then,” i said quietly so Jayden wouldn’t hear.
“shit, honey i would. but i know you got a thing for the kid.”
“no i don’t,”i said, sitting on my bed, facing the window, away from the door.
“yes you do.”
“he scares me.”
“oh geez, Laur, you need to do something WRONG in your life for once. shit, my mom’s callin me, let me let you go. i’ll call you later. we’re partying tomarrow night.”
“wait, no, Angie! my mom said-” i started, but she had already hung up. i sat my phone on the reciever and stood up to shut my blinds. i gasped, seeing Jayden’s reflection in my window. i spun around.
he stood there, in my room, wearing a pair of jeans that were hung low on his hips, revealing a pair of white boxers. a single thin gold chain dangled down his bare chest. “i scare you?”
“no,” i said, wondering how much he’d heard. “i wasn’t talking a-about you.”
he smirked, and stepped closer to me. i stepped back towards the still-open window.
“why’r you backin up then?”
“aren’t you going out with your friends?” i asked, changing the subject. “and why were you spying on me?”
Jayden shook his head and stood there infront of me. “where’s your preppy herb-ass boyfriend?”
he actually had it right for once. “we broke up,” i said, predicting the future. i shifted my weight onto one leg, and crossed my arms, wondering what he wanted. i glanced passed him, and into his open room where i could see his bed. stop it, Lauren, i told myself. his bed was tosseled, it looked like a tornado had ripped through his room. one probably had. i pictured myself ontop of his messy sheets, his solid body covering mine-
“lauren,” he said, and i looked at him.
“why are you still here?” i asked.
“why are you scared of me?”
“i didn’t say that.” i rolled my eyes then saw him reach into his pocket. he pulled out a swiss army knife and started toying with it.
“then why’d you tell your girl that i scare you? and who wants to fuck me?” he asked, still playing with the knife.
i do. “God, your so conceited.” was he trying to scare me with that damn knife? he could kill me right now. but if he wanted to tie me up and…
“come here.”
i blinked, not sure i heard him right. “huh?”
he tossed the knife onto my dresser. it spun once, then smacked against an old ballet music box. i looked at him and instead of repeating what he said, he motioned with his finger for me to go to him. i swallowed.
i took two steps towards him, and he grabbed me by the back of my neck, pulling me against him.
i gasped, his face lowered to mine, his lips purposely inches from mine.
“do you want to fuck me?” he asked quietly, his breath on my face.
i had not in any way been obvious about that. i swallowed hard. i looked at his lips and i realised i desperately wanted them all over me. badly.
i felt his hand grip my neck tighter and i gasped again as Jayden pressed his mouth against mine. his lips crushed mine, hard, like i knew he would. nothing with him was going to be soft, and i didn’t want it to be.
i stepped onto my bed, our lips locked, i was bent over to still reach him. i shrugged my cardigan from my shoulders, and he lifted my skimpy tank top over my breasts. we stopped kissing to get my tank over my head and soon i was unbuttoning my own jeans. he still had not removed a thing. i knelt down on my bed, him standing against it, and kissed him again. my hands roamed his bare chest, up and over his shoulders. i felt a scar across his back.
Jayden pushed me harshly back on my bed, my chest cleavage spilling out of the top of my bra. he yanked my jeans down my legs and tossed them on the floor. he got on my bed and knelt over me. he looped his fingers through my thong and didn’t hesitate to get rid of them.
“spread your legs.”
“jayden- my blinds- shut my- ooooooh God,” i moaned, and my back arched as he slid his tongue into my cunt. he moved his tongue up and down my slit, stopped and nibbled on my clit. i moaned loudly and gripped the back of his head, holding his face against my pussy. he spread my legs farther, pushing on my thighs as he licked and bit every inch between my legs. then he stopped and i let go of his head.
i sat up, breathless. “don’t stop, Jayden… please don’t stop,” i pleaded, and he shoved me back down.
“shut up, Lauren.” he said, and got up off my bed. he stood against it again, facing me, and unbuttoned his jeans. my pussy throbbed waiting for him to drop those damn jeans and stick his-
“come here,” he ordered and dropped his jeans to his ankles. he slid his boxers down as i knelt on the bed infront of him. my eyes widened at the size of his cock. he yanked me by the hair, not roughly, but enough to make me go to him faster. i grabbed his eight and a half inches with my hand and stroked it, kneeling infront of him, my ass in the air. he pulled my face against it until it touched my lips. “suck it.”
i released it and parted my lips, the tip of his dick feeling soft as it entered my mouth. he smelled like Irish Spring soap. i pulled it out of my mouth and ran my tongue up the vien under his dick, then swirled my tongue along his head.
“oh shit….” he moaned, holding my head. i cupped his balls with my hand, something Nick always liked. i felt my pussy growing wet again as i fucked my face with his cock. then i stopped and looked up at him, my lips feeling swollen from the friction.
“close the blinds, Jayden. the neighbors-”
“no,” he said and pushed my head back down. “let them see what a freak my step-sister is. is your pussy wet?”
i moaned as i sucked him off, then felt him bend over me and stick his fingers up my cunt. hard. “you’re wet as hell. you dirty little girl,” he laughed and took his fingers out of me.
i tongued his dick again. running it all around his head and up and down his cock. i deep throated, gagging at first, then relaxing and let it slide down my throat. i gripped his balls again, played with them in my hand.
“shit, Lauren, i’m gonna cum,” he said, then i felt him tighten. i wanted to know what he tasted like. i pumped my mouth faster up and down his dick, my hand beginning to jerk him off at the base of his dick. he moaned and i felt a hot liquid shoot into my mouth. i swallowed and took it all in, still sucking his dick until his was finished.
Jayden moaned as i pulled back, and i sat back on the bed, my legs spread, my mouth voilated from his huge dick. my jaw hurt, but i still wanted more. he stepped out of his jeans and knelt on the bed, naked with me now, except for my bra. his dick hardened again when he reached behind me and unfastened my bra, and took it off. he cupped my breasts in his hands, then pushed me back on my bed. he held my arms above my head and i spread my legs, letting him lay between them. he kissed and licked my tits, sucking on each nipple. i moaned and twisted beneath him, his gold chain dangling and sliding across my stomach everytime he moved. i closed my eyes, and groaned, biting my own lip to keep from screaming. it felt so damn good, he knew what he was doing. my back arched as he bit my nipple, my stomach against his chest. the chain once again felt cold on my stomach, adding a different sensation. my pussy throbbed and i wanted his dick in me. i tried to pry my arms free, but he gripped them tighter, holding them above my head.
he kissed my collar bone, then moved up to my chin. i opened my eyes as he kissed me again, the taste of his cum and my wetness mixing in our mouths. his lips crushed mine, and he released my arms. i wrapped my arms around his shoulders and gripped his hips with my knees as i parted my lips to let his tongue in. he sucked on my tongue, then sat back up again.
“turn around,” he ordered. but instead of waiting for me to turn over, he grabbed my hips and moved me himself. i was on my knees, bent over, my ass against his hips. i was well aware that if any of our neighbors were to look outside right now, they’d see just that.
the tip of his cock slid up and down my wet pussy. then in one quick motion, he slid his whole dick in me, causing me to cry out. he thrusted hard from behind me, and he held my hips so i couldn’t move. his hand reach reached around and found my clit. he massaged and pinched it, sending waves of shock through my body. i could barely stand it.
“oh God, Jayden… Jayden,” i moaned, my body ready to collapse from an on-coming orgasm.
he held me up with his left hand, his right hand still torturing my clit. “jayden, i’m gonna cum…” i cried out and my muscles tightened and released around his cock, my stomach cunvulsing in one big orgasm.
he pulled out and i collapsed onto my bed. he turned me over and spread my legs, so wide i almost screamed from the pain. he entered me again, so hard and fast i did scream. he thrusted slow then fast, hitting a spot that was about to send another orgasm through me. “oh my God…” i moaned. he fucked me for a few minutes, torturing my cunt with his dick. but before i could cum a second time, he pulled out.
“suck me off again, come here,” he said, then once again pulled me into a sitting position before i could move myself. he pushed my head down and i slid his cock into my mouth, tasting my own cum. i sucked fast, and felt his dick tighten and his balls tense. his cum shot into my mouth again and i continued to suck until he finished. i licked my lips and leaned back on my bed, my legs still spread for him.
Jayden’s chest rose and fell with his heavy breathing. he whiped sweat from his brow and leaned down over me. he brushed a thumb across my nipple, hardening it. “you gotta tight little body,” he said, smirking at me. he kissed my lips then sat back up. “turn over.”
i got back on my knees, and he said, “…facing your headboard.”
i turned around, then bent back over infront of him. he grabbed my wrists and put them on my headboard. i felt his hard cock against my ass and thighs as he kissed the back of my neck, then my shoulders and back. he stopped, then released one of my hands, the other still holding my hand against my headboard. he grabbed his cock and i felt him press it against my pussy. he entered me easily, i was dripping wet. he slid in and out of me slowly, i could feel his breath on my shoulder.
when his dick was well lubricated, he pulled out of me and i felt him press his dick against my asshole.
“Jayden-”
“shut up,” he said as he pushed his eight and a half inch cock into my tiny virgin ass.
i cried out and tried to move, but he grabbed my other hand again, this time both hands holding me against the headboard. my hands gripped the headboard, and i kept telling myself to relax. the more his cock slid in and out, the more i tried to relax my muscles. he slid it all the way in and i screamed. he let go of my hands and covered my mouth, my back against his chest, his other hand holding my stomach.
“does it hurt, Lauren?” he asked, breathlessly.
i groaned and he thrusted. his hand that was gripping my abs trailed down to my pussy. he found my clit and started rubbing. i felt myself pushing my ass against his dick now. he pinched and rubbed my clit.
“am i scaring you?” he asked, and i could tell he was smirking. he shoved his dick up further in me, then moved his hand from my clit to my nipples, taking his hand off my mouth. i moaned, dropping my head against his shoulder. he rubbed my clit again, and kissed my shoulder. then he shoved me foward, and i caught myself with my hands. with his cock having better access to my ass, he thrusted harder and faster. i was bent over against him, his hand gripping, rubbing, and pinching my clit.
“don’t stop,” i told him. “i want to cum again…”
“i want to cum in you,” he said, out of breath.
i gripped my bedsheets as he slowed, then he moaned as he came. he kept rubbing me as he shot a load into my ass, and i felt my body convulse with him. he pulled out and i collapsed face down onto my bed. my bed moved as he sat down, next to me, and caught his breath. he bent down and picked up his boxers and jeans. i couldn’t move. my ass throbbed, but the rest of me throbbed from the three orgasms he’d just given me. my bed shifted again when he got up. i head him snicker.
“what’s the matter? too much for you to handle?” he laughed and walked around my bed, pulling his boxers up, his dick now limp.
without moving, i looked up at him, my face half burried in my bed. “your such a dick.”
he slapped me hard on the ass.
“ow!” i yelled, jumping up and feeling a sting where he’d just hit me. i touched my ass.
“you love my dick.” he smirked, then left my room.
i layed back on my bed. i DID love his dick. maybe having a deliquent bad boy step-brother wasn’t so bad after all…

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Diary of Billy Bob Chapter 8 (Our Daughter)

This is the diary of Billy Bob McTavish, a teen boy, about he and his young girl cousin growing up, having a family and a wide variety of sexual adventures, some quite bizarre. It has ten chapters: (1) Becoming a Man; (2) Marriage; (3) House Guest; (4) Satisfying Our Guest; (5) Helping a Psychologist; (6) More Sex Therapy; (7) Mutual Therapy; (8) Our Daughter; (9) Our Daughter is 13; (10) ConclusionBilly Bob Chapter 8 (Our Daughter)
The last few months of her pregnancy, Leah looked like she had swallowed a melon that continued to grow till it was huge. We kidded a lot about her melon, so when our daughter was born we just had to call her Melony. We still lived in the one-room home out in the country and didn’t have money to buy a crib, so Melony grew up sleeping in bed with us. While she was a tiny baby we had to be careful to not bounce the bed so much as to throw her off. As she grew she became accustomed to our Sunday afternoon frolic. Sometimes she would be an interested spectator, at other times she was bored and would play with her dolly on the floor.
By the time she was seven Melony often crawled into bed with us to be cuddled and kissed as we relaxed and came down from our love-making. This was a sharing time that we all enjoyed. When she was eight she would sometimes get into bed during our foreplay and pretend to nurse on one of Leah’s tits while I was kissing the other one. Leah seemed to really enjoy that. Several times she removed Melony’s clothes so she could have her lay on her stomach and play with Leah’s breasts while I had my head buried in her snatch. When I brought Leah to a climax with my tongue massaging her clit, her hips gyrated wildly and Melony would laugh and hold on to keep from falling off.
When Melony turned ten, Leah decided that it was time for her to learn to enjoy sex. She initiated her into the joy of 69. Melony had taken a spurt in growth so that while Leah was licking her cunt, Melony could actually get her mouth and tongue down to Leah’s clit too. Leah did this as sort of a birthday surprise. Melony did seem to enjoy it, but the following Sunday didn’t participate in the afternoon at all. It tuned out that she had talked to one of her friends at school about it, pretending that it was something that she had read in a men’s magazine, and the friend didn’t believe that things like that were really done. She said that it was dirty and that no girl would ever do anything like that. I’m not sure what else was said, but from then on Melony started taking more of an interest in me and in how Leah pleased me. For a number of months she observed closely but made no move to do any more than just watch. She did still occasionally cuddle up to both of us after our love-making and hug and kiss us.
One Sunday afternoon I had undressed and gotten into bed and was waiting for Leah to come to bed too, but she was busy mending a little rip in her Sunday dress. Melony got up on the bed too and asked me if I was waiting for Mommie to give me pleasure. I said yes, but that was alright because she had work to do. Then Melony asked if she could take mommies place and make me happy. She said that she knew how to do it and wanted to show me. I was somewhat taken aback by this and tried to avoid answering her by saying that I didn’t really mind waiting for Leah. Then Leah spoke up and said that it was going to take quite a bit longer to finish repairing her dress and she thought it would be nice of Melony to please Daddy.
With that encouragement, Melony quickly took off her Sunday clothes, laid down next to me, and gave me a big hug. She then moved up so that her head was over mine and started kissing me, but this was no childish kiss. She very expertly kissed around on my lips, sucking slightly on the lower lip, and then tentatively exploring my mouth with her tongue. She repeated this several times before locking her lips to mine and extending her tongue as far as she could and sliding it over and around on my tongue.
Now this was my daughter, so I was enjoying her attentions in a fatherly way and feeling a little amused at the same time. My little girl was growing up. She left her lips glued to mine for a long time and then I felt her hand gliding down my stomach until she felt of my penis. It was, of course, completely flaccid. As soon as she felt that, she said “Daddy, you’re not cooperating” just as she had heard her mother say it before. With that she slid down between my legs and took my dick in her mouth. I started to push her off, saying that I’d wait for Leah to do that, when Leah broke in and said “Go ahead Melony and be really nice to your father.” It did not take any coaxing. My daughter was giving me head just as expertly as her mother does.
Against my better judgment, I laid there and let her have her fun, initially believing that I would not respond sexually to her attentions. However, it did not take very long before I started having an erection. As she let her mouth slide up and down on my now-erect prick, she was also using her tongue to lick and circle the end and even letting her teeth very gently scrape the underside as her head moved back and forth. As my prick became engorged and swelled to its full size, she increased her tempo and clamped her lips around my shaft very tightly as she continued to stroke its full length. She was even able to slide my dick into her throat and to swallow while it was there; oh what a glorious feeling that was.
I tried to push her head away as I felt that I was about to come, but Leah (who had come over and sat on the bed to watch us) restrained my hand and said that Melony needed to experience the full pleasure of giving head. With that I exploded and filled my daughter’s mouth with my sperm. She apparently swallowed all of it and continued to caress my organ with her mouth as I came down from my high. “Daddy, did you like that” she asked, and of course it was obvious that I had. Then she wanted to know was she as good as Mommie, and I had to admit that she was every bit as good, and that with her smaller mouth and throat, was somewhat more exciting.
This blew my mind. I could not believe that I had become so sexually aroused by my own daughter, and she still a child just ten years old. Not only had I been ‘aroused’ but had actually lain there and enjoyed it. I had to tell Melony that we couldn’t do that again, trying to tell her that I certainly still loved her (when she started to cry) but as my daughter rather than a grown woman. Leah was no help either. She tried to tell me that it was OK, that it was just another way of expressing our love for one another. It was then that I laid down the law that from then on Leah and I would have our sexual relations in private – no more Sunday afternoon pleasures. For the next several weeks I was busy putting up a wall and a door to make a bedroom. It was tiny, only six feet by nine feet, but it still took up half the width of the house and cut out the light from one of the windows, leaving the house partly dark in the mornings. Leah was so put out with me that she cut me off for a whole month, but finally initiated love making one night and then resumed our Sunday afternoon sessions too.
This was the way we worked things out for the next several years. However, when Melony turned thirteen she had a long talk with Leah and apparently gave her an ultimatum. Either she was again admitted to our love-making or she would accept some of the overtures from several of the high-school boys. She said that she needed to feel loved and really needed the sexual release of being loved physically.
Leah argued with me that we were pushing her out of the nest too soon and that if she let a lot of the boys screw her that she was going to be hurt terribly. There was no way that we could keep tabs on her every action, so could not prevent her becoming promiscuous if she chose to do so. I had to agree that that alternative was unacceptable, but drug my feet on having sex with her myself. I could go along with Melony being with us as we made love, and including her in the hugs and kisses to include her in our love. We talked then with Melony, and while she was unhappy with not being able to participate fully, she agreed to the new conditions. I was glad to tear down that wall; it had taken up so much of the house that we were really crowded in it.
The following Sunday after lunch we undressed and laid on the bed together. This was the first time that I’d seen Melony completely nude since she was ten, and was surprised at how much she had developed. She now had a heavy patch of hair between her legs and her breasts were nearly as fully developed as were Leah’s. I knew right then that my resolve to not include Melony in our love making was doomed to failure. After all, according to our ancient Scottish traditions, she needed instruction from a man on how to become a woman and it would be up to Uncle Abraham and I, as her only male blood relatives.

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My Mom and my Sis are my Sex Slaves Part 2

David has captured and trained his Mother Kendra, and his Sister Kayleigh, into becoming his obedient sex slaves. Now he strategically moves towards the next phase of his plan to build the life he always fantasized about. In this chapter, his father, John, returns home and enjoys some one on one time with his daughter Kayleigh. She teases him into a frenzy, and when she turns him away, he forces the matter. Eventually he gets what he deserves.

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its been awhile ive been caught up in some new books i got and skyrim, i put off typing this up and havent written anything for about two weeks enjoy

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My foster mom

Life was pretty good in the 50s, except that Dad had been killed in an auto accident a few years earlier. Mom did all she could to make me happy, but I could see that she was always tired. Little did I know that within a couple of years I would be an orphan.
Mom’s best friend, and next door neighbor, Nell would bring her two little boys, ages 2 and 3, to visit our house about every day. She and mom talked and laughed, and I was glad to see that. Nell’s husband, Hank, worked at the local college.
One thing that I noticed about Nell even though I was just 12 years old was that she was very afraid of thunderstorms. When a storm was approaching and Hank was at work, you could count on Nell and the boys being at our backdoor. Mom would joking tell Nell that she was 24 years old and had to get over being afraid of storms.
Nell was an outgoing person. She was always smiling, except during storms, and liked everybody. She was attractive, with dark brown hair and brown eyes. She was about 5′ 5″ tall and weighed about 130 pounds, slightly on the plump side. She had a nice figure overall, and as a 12 year old I thought she was heavenly. Sometimes when she would come over I would go in the bathroom and jackoff as she and Mom laughed in the living room.
Hank’s personality was the opposite of Nell’s. He was a brooding guy, about 26 years old, and never smiled much. Although he was a big handsome guy, Mom used to tell Nell she could have done much better in terms of getting someone to share things with. Nell would say that it was not too bad, that you just had to get used to Hank’s way of doing things.
Two years later, my life imploded. Mom and I had finished dinner when she said we had to talk.
“Bill, I am very sick, and the doctors don’t think they can help me.” This floored me and I cried, “No, they are wrong.”
“Let’s hope so, but just in case, I have talked to Nell and Hank and if I die they have agreed to adopt you, if it is o.k. with you.”
“I want to stay with you,” I whimpered. “Please do not die.”
Three months later, she did die, three days after my 14th birthday. Mom had worked out a contract with Nell and Hank that they would receive a sum of money each month to care for me until I was 18 years old.
I moved over to Nell and Hank’s, using their spare bedroom. Their two boys, Rex and Dan, who were now 3 and 5, seemed happy that I was living with them.
For a few weeks everything was o.k., then Hank started picking on me, calling me a fag because I did not have a girlfriend. “Hank, stop that,” Nell would say, but soon he was back to teasing me again and I would pout and go into my room.
Nevertheless, I settled into a routine and became a part of Hank and Nell’s family. In the first year we went on family vacation and for the first time since Mom had died had a good time.
When we returned, Hank started packing for an academic conference that was being held in New York. He wanted Nell to go, but she said “not this time. The last time was so boring for me.” The night before Hank left, he was civil and said, “Bill, watch out for Nell and the boys. I’ll be back in a week.”
Later that night, I stood against the wall that separated their bedroom from mine and listened as Hank fucked Nell. I had been doing this ever since I had moved in. As Hank would screw Nell, I would jack off. Suddenly I heard Nell yell, “dammit, Hank, I told you to use a rubber. I don’t want to get knocked up again yet.” “Sorry, but your cunt made me hurry and besides, I like the feel of bareback pussy.” “Fuck you,” Nell said. “O.K.”, and then I heard Hank hammering her again. “Did you cum,” he asked. “Fuck no, as usual” she said. “Go to sleep,” she said, “you have a long trip tomorrow.’
I wiped the cum drippings off my cock and the wall and climbed in bed. It was good to feel the cool sheets on my cock and ass, and soon I was asleep.
Two nights later we went to bed about 1030. An hour or so later, I heard thunder and saw lightning. The storm was getting worse, when there was a knock on the door. “Bill, can I come in, I scared to death” Nell whispered. “Come on in,” I said. She came scooting in and jumped in bed. She was shaking like a leaf.
She moved over beside me and said, “hold me till this storm passes.” I put my arms around her and she snuggled into my body. My cock suddenly went ballistic as her ass pressed against it. I know she had to feel it, so I said, “I’m sorry,” and tried to move away. “Don’t move, but don’t you wear any clothes to bed?” Nell asked. “No,” I said.
She slid her ass back and pressed against my cock and I could not help myself, but I shot my cum all over her nightgown. “Shit Bill, now I will have to take this off.” As she stood up to remove the gown, I could see that she was not wearing any panties or bra. She hopped back in bed and said, “well since you’ve cummed, it should be safe now” and pressed her ass against my cock once again..”
As we held each other tightly, my cock started getting hard again, and was pressing against Nell’s ass. “Bill, stop it,” she said and moved away. Then another bolt of thunder hit nearby and she was once again begging me to hold her. This time she did not move away as my cock touched her asshole. As Nell cuddled against me, I held her tight as she was shivering with fear as the storm continued. My right arm was around her waist, then I slowly moved my hand to cup her breast. She did not respond, so I continued to hold her tit, then began to slowly massage the nipple as one of the older guys in class had said girls like. Nell did not tell me to quit, so I continued to fondle her tits,
I did not want her to move, so I tried to be still, but the sensations of having my cock pressing against her asshole made me come again and I squirted into her ass crack. She was out of bed like a bolt of lightning, cursing me like a sailor. Then, thankfully, it thundered again and she was back in bed. “Bill, if you cum on me again, I will cut it off,” she whispered as she slid against me.
Half an hour later the storm had passed and Nell was asleep. It was a good thing, because my peter was hard again, and this time I was in a position to move it under her ass and near her cunt hole. My cock was resting in her ass crack and began to harden. Nell moved slightly and I think my cock moved near the lips of her cunt. This was enough for me to lose control and I shot my wad again. If Nell had been asleep, this awakened her. “Damn Bill, what have done now? Shit, Hank cums once and thats it for the night. What is the matter with you?” Once again she got up to clean my cum from body. “Fuck, I have really screwed up now, ” I said to myself.
To my great surprise, and pleasure, as soon as Nell came out of the bathroom another explosion of thunder caused her to fly back into my arms. “Bill, I hope you are through cumming on me,” she whispered. “Nell, I can’t help it. I have never been this close to a woman before and it justs happens.”
We continued to talk until the thunder stopped and Nell went to sleep Although I had already cum three times, I felt my cock getting hard again as Nell snuggled against me. She felt it too.
I stopped when I sensed she was stirring, then she said, “Hank, if you want to, but you get on top.” Without saying a word I climbed on top of her as she spread her legs wide and wrapped them around my back. My stiff cock quickly found her cunt and as I began to enter the hole of paradise, Nell pulled my head down to her and began to kiss me, then suddenly pushed me away–”Bill, get off me, dammit I was half asleep and thought you were Hank. Did you cum in me, you little bastard?’ She look over at me, with my dick still sticking straight out, and as I began to cry, she said, “Oh shit, Bill ,we am going to do something, but you must promise to never tell Hank. Have you ever kissed a girl on her cunt?” she asked. “No, but I want to kiss you there”
“Lay on your back and I will get on top,” Nell hoarsely whispered. As she moved on me, I felt her lips kiss the head of my cock, and she pressed her cunt onto my lips. She took more of my cock into her mouth, then told me how to kiss and lick her cunt, and to blow my warm breath into her pussy. As I licked and kissed her clit and cunt lips, Nell went wild, grinding her cunt into my face. My cock was entirely in her mouth, and then Nell gasped and I could feel moisture coming from her cunt. With that I shot my cum into her mouth.
“Bill, that was fantastic, Hank will not eat my cunt, nor will he let me suck his cock. That was so good, but you must never tell Hank.”
She moved back beside me and we began to kiss deeply, each licking our own juices from the other. Unbelievably, my cock hardened up again and began to press against Nell’s pussy. She turned on her back and pulled me onto her. She opened her legs wide and took one hand and guided my cock to her cunt hole. We both moved toward each other, and suddenly I was in her.”Oh my god, I have never felt anything so good,” I stuttered. Nell began to arch her back, and I pushed against her, fully penetrated.
I am surprised the sounds of flesh slapping against each other, and the sloshing of her pussy, did not awaken the boys. “God, oh god,” I said again and again as I furiously fucked Nell.
She was kissing me frantically, and bouncing up and down on my cock. “Oh fuck me, Bill, fuck me hard” and she tried to drive my five inch cock into her as far as it would go. We were slapping our bodies together and then she bit my lip and started to tremble, “Ohh, ohh fuck me Hank, fuck me and cum deep in me” She was so caught up that she thought I was Hank. I am thinking to myself, “don’t come yet, don’t come” We fucked for several more minutes, and now we both were covered with perspiration. I was reaching the point where I knew I was going to unload my cum into Nell when she gasped and moaned “slam that cock into me, cum in me deep, Bill fuck me, fuck me, ohhhhh” and with that we both collapsed as my cum entered Nell. My orgasm was another massive one, and I planted it deep in her cunt hole. She fell on top of me, exhausted, and then said, “Bill, you are quite a little man” and then she began kissing me again.
After a few minutes, my limp cock slid out of Nell’s flooded cunt and I moved off her. “Bill, I am ashamed to say it, but that is the first time I ever came while being fucked. Hank always cums, then does not finish me. Please do not tell anybody you fucked me, o.k.? “I won’t tell a soul, but can we do it again sometime” I asked. “I don’t know, it is wrong because you are so young and I am married. We probably should not.” Unhappy with that response I went to sleep. When I awoke, Nell had left my room. I showered and got ready for school, but the memories of last night led me to jack off in the shower.
I went into the kitchen and Nell smiled at me–she had prepared breakfast and my school lunch. I kissed the boys bye, then Nell shocked me when she said, “what about me?” and leaned over for a kiss. My cock was hard again as I went out the door.
All day long I was in a trance, recalling the ecstacy of my cock moving in and out of Nell’s cunt. When I got home Nell smiled broadly and said “how was your day? Did any of the young girls try to take advantage of my big boy?” I blushed and told her no.
Dinner was a happy time, all four of us laughing and joking. After dinner we watched tv some, then I went to my room to do homework for Monday’s class. At 10 pm I went to the den and told Nell I was going to bed. “Sleep well–see you in the morning” she said.
I went to bed and jacked off, then fell asleep. I awoke to find Nell curled up against me, kissing my ear. “Could not sleep by myself,” she said, “and anyway, we have unfinished business” and she began to nibble on my cock. She climbed on me in a 69 position and lowered her cunt to my face. I began to gently kiss her pussy all over. Then she climbed on me and pushed down to my ready cock and began to fuck me with wild abandon. We came three times that night.

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Cute Cuke Girl

There’s a cute girl that I pack groceries for and she is always buying condoms and cucumbers…

Diary

My brother, His wife & Me.

Sana is not a moaner. She’s more of a screamer, and never the least bit hesitant to let the whole block know it when she’s having a climax. The next door neighbors know exactly how many orgasms she’s had the night before. Some of the women don’t like it. Some do because it seems to make their own husbands more interested. Of course they’re mostly interested in Sana. But since they can’t have her they take out their lust on their happy wives.
Salman is my twin brother. Most girls find him attractive, even now that he’s married. He’s six foot tall, dark, handsome and twenty-eight. He’s fourty minutes older than me. But we’re not identical twins. I’m much better looking. And Sana is such a knockout you wonder what she’d see in either of us. Then again, there’s probably not a man in the world that could match up to her looks. And by the way, did I tell you she’s also unbelievably sexy?
You wonder why such a sex goddess would let herself be tied down to one man. And perhaps the wrong man at that, since we all know she fell in love with me first. But I have this allergy to the word marriage. I don’t ever intend to let myself be tied down to one woman, even the most beautiful Helen the world had ever seen. Anyway, Salman was madly in love with her so why should I break my promise to myself and make life miserable for all three of us? Actually, maybe I’ll get married in my fourties, to some gorgeous twenty year old. We’ll wait and see on that one.
Some men get married because they get fucked more regularly. Some get married because they’re actually in love. Salman had both reasons. He knows, of course, that Sana had many lovers before him, including his baby brother. And he knows that she often strays maybe just to see if the equipment still functions as well in different environments. But she remains faithful in the ways that matter to him. Like me Sana has too much love inside her to confine it to just one person of the opposite sex. With Salman she’s found the perfect situation, a man she can be happily married to while still having all the sex on the side she wants. And she keeps Salman’s pecker so happy that I don’t think he even wants to look at other women. God. When I’m within a hundred miles of her I can’t think about other women either. Which is why I’ve stayed away for two years since their marriage. If I lived in Brazil, we’d collapse into a three way marriage, with Sana perhaps dropping one of her extra lovers to make time for me. Or maybe not. She seems to be able to satisfy some large undetermined number of male erections completely.
If I stayed in Brazil I’d just become her second husband instead of remaining the “Playboy of Europe”. OK, maybe I’m not rich enough to rate “Playboy”, the kind they write about in the papers. But at twenty-eight I’m probably a lot more of a stud then the rich old farts. Girls hang around me because they want my prick, not my money. Fortunately I do have enough money so that I don’t have to waste my life making it. Which leaves me 24/7 for making love. It was hard leaving my little self supporting Harem in France to come to Brazil. The girls even promised to stay together, keep house and not fly off to their respective countries of orgin as long as I didn’t stay away too long. Anyway, most of them had carreer jobs which kept them happy and out of my hair during much of the day.
Seven is really too much for any man, even me. I hadn’t wanted that many full time lovers. But one thing led to another as it usually does. In most cases, the last four in particular, a girl friend from back home wanted to visit one of my girls, and naturally needed a place to stay. The house has plenty of space. Sometimes they go home after a while. But they always want to sample the resident stud first. Four of them never left. Three was managable, seven isn’t. I encourage them to get jobs not because we need money but because it lets them do something with their excess time. I’m not a possessive man. I have more than I can handle. But I do have this rule that any girl who wants to live with me doesn’t fuck guys outside of my house. They can fuck each other or friends I bring home. I’m concerned about health issues. But it makes the girls pretty horny and puts this demand on my time.
After two years I finally gave in to Sana and Salman’s repeated invitations, with a definite return date set. I’d even bought a round trip ticket. I knew how easy it would be to fall into Sana’s spell and I wanted my exit strategy planned before letting my dick come anywhere near the minx. So with everything set, I got on the plane dreaming about the nicest pussy on seven continents. I normally satisfy seven girls. Yet Sana could more than satisfy me, probably seven of me. I’m not exaggering when I say she’s sexy.
I could write a lot about this visit. Salman and I fucked the shit out of her several times a day. She likes DP. Loves it I think. I don’t know who was in her ass more but mostly we switch places frequently. You can’t say things about Sana like “she loves anal” because she loves everything with more ethusiasm than other women like anything. Mostly it seems like she loves whatever you love. But the minute you start getting repetitive she comes up with a suggestion that blows your socks off. And suddenly you discover some new thing you love! Every day, usually twice a day, she’d leave Salman and I wiped out, and go see some of her other lovers. I don’t know if she really needs that much sex or just feels compassion for all these men who can’t live without her. Four years earlier she was probably just as sexy. But I don’t think she had this well established a pool of available erections she felt she had to service. I think married life has proved very good for her sex life! Anyway, it was that time four years ago that I want to talk about, not this icredible sex vacation I had last month.
Four years ago I was twenty-four, just getting the feel of Europe. Salman was still living in the states actually trying to earn money instead of just enjoying it. With the money dad had left us, this was sort of a hobby with him. So he meets this girl a few years younger, who’d moved from Italy to try her hand, or I should say pussy, in the porn movie industry. Porn is of better quality in France and England, but there’s a lot of cheap stuff coming out of California and almost nothing happening in Italy. To get in front of the cameras the easiest place to do it is West Coast USA. You won’t get paid much and probably won’t become a star, even in porn. But if getting naked in front of some cameras and a lot of people, then spreading your thighs so this specimen of a cock can abuse your orifices, then your best chance to fulfill your dream is in Hollywood. Or nearby since the low budget outfits usually move further out where they can rent an empty house a lot cheaper than a real sound stage. The furniture you see is usually cheap or rented or both.
Sana tells us she always had the right attitude. But about a year in the business and hanging around with these people refined her knowledge and flexibility. After a while it got boring so she decided to find a rich husband. She decided Salman was a good compromise, rich enough and much younger than she’d expected. Sana hadn’t told him she’d been a porn star. She would have been lying anyway. She’d gotten fucked plenty of times by plenty of big studs. But she’d never even rated the title starlet. I think the problem was that she was just too good looking. She looks like the type of female you want to worship. It’s hard to imagine the goddess would actual consent to have sex with you. Maybe I’m not being objective. After having my dick inside her I know how wonderful that feels. But the male’s pleasure isn’t that obvious or interesting to the audience. The other reason Sana probably didn’t make it big was, I think, because she was having too much fun. Rather than fight for better billings she was content to just accept the sex she was getting. The producers know that many of the girls can be had for almost nothing as long as you let them get fucked good. So why should they offer these girls any more?
She’d been East for several months living off modest savings, establishing new ties independent of the porn industry, making herself look like an Italian debutante which she sort of was if you ignore that year in LA. She met Salman through a friend of a friend, a very respectable introduction. It was lust at first sight for both of them, and for Salman, love about a minute later. Her good girl act was not only unnecessary but also much too successful. Salman wanted her in the worst way and was more than willing to make it official first if that’s what it was going to take to get her into his bed. Sana couldn’t believe a man wouldn’t fuck her the minute she indicated it would be less than rape. She was wondering if this man who seemed so infatuated with her wasn’t also gay. Maybe he just wanted an attractive wife, not a sex partner. Maybe she should go check out some of the less attractive, older men who were obviously horny.
And then yours truely, the hero, stepped into the picture.
I’d showed up about a week after he started courting Sana. What a silly, old fashioned term. Salman was about the only man in the 21st century “courting” anyone, and Sana was getting tired of it. I didn’t care about their relationship. For me it was lust at first sight and second and forever. I suppose I also love Sana. She’s a nice person and easy to love. But what gets my dick going is her incredible body and matching attitude. Of course her attitude was being hidden, at least from Salman. Moan was starting to let it show a bit, intentionally, but he’d already been blinded by first impressions.
The truth is I didn’t know they hadn’t had sex yet. I couldn’t have even imagined my horny brother not fucking her the minute she said ok, which her body language obviously did. It was almost enough to make me change my marriage status. But I was safe there. There is only one Sana and my brother had her. Oh so I thought. I never dreamed she was about to leave off this hopeless non-affair. When I walked in the TV room there was no light on other than the screen. I could see her beautiful features in the blue light. Without thought I stood behind her looking down at her beauty. She kept watching the TV and I mistakenly assumed that a man’s presence was of little importance to her. She must assume I’m Salman because she wasn’t turning around. I moved foward against her so that the back of her head pressed against my stomach. I put my hands on her shoulder, then slid them down the front of her blouse, cupping her breasts. Her bra was so sheer that I could feel her nipples through both layers. She closed her eyes in pleasure waiting for me to do whatever else I wanted. Obviously she and Salman were intimate as one would expect.
Her closed eyes gave me an inspiration. I leaned over her, reached the remote, and turned off the TV, instantly plunging the room into complete darkness. I pressed the vision of loveliness, now invisible, down on the couch indicating that I wanted her in a horizontal position. It took me a few seconds to make my way around the back of the couch, loosing some of my clothes in the process. When I got into position by feel I reached down trying to find her and encountered a hip, naked. With this orientation I knew where to find her tits. They too were naked. Holy shit! She’d removed every stitch of clothing in the time I undid my belt. This was too good to be true. I knew my voice sounded much like Salman’s and I was only a few inches taller. I decided I’d talk as little as possible and try to keep up the masquerade as long as possible, getting as far as possible into this devine and very sexy goddess. Now that I knew she was already naked, I quickly took off the rest of my clothes.
Shit, Salman must be getting the best fucking a man ever got!
She moved under me and into me like the godess of sex she was. Sana’s vagina was unimaginably sweet feeling. We didn’t do any foreplay there in the dark. I just suddenly felt this inviting depression feeling around for my erection and suddenly it had me, and almost immediately had me well inside her, fully inside her. Like a goddess, Sana can be any woman. She can accomodate any size man. A tiny man will find her hole small and exciting. A large man like me will find it barely adaquate and exciting. The largest man in the world will find it twice as big and deep and still barely adaquate and very exciting. Somehow her throat and anus work the same way. It’s not possible. It’s just magic. One time Salman and I double fucked her vagina. A few minutes later, my next time alone in there in that place that’s heaven on earth, she felt just as tight. In other words, barely big enough and very exciting.
“Oh god you feel good. I’ve wanted so much to feel you inside me.”
Christ? She must know it’s me and not Salman! Yet she wants me anyhow. What a hot chick! I’ve always wanted a girl who could be loyal without having to be monogomous. After all, you can’t DP your girlfriend if she won’t do it with another guy. Salman had apparently found a dream girl in spirt as well as looks.
“I’ve wanted you all week!”
Holy shit! She still thinks I’m Salman. I only met her an hour ago. But that means my stupid brother doesn’t know what he’s missing. Well, at least one boy in the family was going to take full advantage of what this girl was offering. I began fucking her as hard as I could, not trying to pretend I was Salman or me. Not trying to pretend anything. This was real, the best fuck since they invented bisexual species!
I was wrong, of course. No man could take full advantage of what Sana has to offer in one session. Salman’s been fucking her almost continuously for about four years and can only guess how much more she has to offer. The surprises are still coming in.
Sana doesn’t have to lose control to become the wanton slut that most women never quite become even for a few seconds during orgasm. But when sex gets this good I’m over the hill. I felt myself hammering away inside her. I would have been fucking the goddamn pillow I was so excited, just smelling her. But Sana always made sure she got the benifit of my efforts. What a way to fuck. Sana’s first orgasm hurt my eardrums. I’d never had a girl scream at the top of her lungs right next to my head. Not that I wanted her to stop. Some pains are pure pleasure. But it did let everyone in the house know that some female was getting screwed and really, really liking it. The catering people who were cleaning up, probably acted like there was nothing happening. The remaining guests allowed some snickering, and Salman decided he should investigate, since it was his house. He quickly realized that Sana and I were the two not accounted for. So bro waited outside patiently, letting me have my climax and Sana about three more, before entering and turning on the lights.
“Oh!” she said calmly acknowledging that she now realized the cume in her pussy wasn’t Salman’s. Sana leaned up into an almost sitting position, turned toward the door to see who had entered, and smiled at Salman. My dick was still stuck inside her giving her the last of my seed. Sana seemed in no hurry to let me extract myself, nor did I want to, even with Salman standing there. I felt her cunt give me several playful and very erotic tweaks. I now knew there actually was a woman who could do this.
And then she said to him:
“If you’re anywhere near as good at this as your brother I hope you hurry up and propose to me. I can hardly wait. But do we have to wait until we’re married?”

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My Horny Mom

I have slept with over 50 girls but none of them have been as good as my mom. I would like to say she is a drop dead gorgeous model but really she is just an average looking mom 40 years old with a bit of a dark side. She is around 5’6″, white skin, fairly plump with big boobs and a red bush. She was the one who pretty much got me into sex. She has been single as long as I remember. When I was 10 I got my first experience she was a horn bag. I woke up one night with a nightmare and rushed into her room but to my surprise the door was locked. I was just about to knock when I heard her moaning which was weird because she didn’t have anyone over. The next morning when she was downstairs I snuck into her room and looked around. I found a 10inch vibrator, some lube and a porn mag beside the bed. I was so turned on that I licked the vibrator and wanked myself off at the same time. From there on I was so intrigued with my mother. She would often sunbath naked in the backyard, she would walk around the house naked and I would hear her at night getting herself off, meanwhile I would be wanking myself silly over it. I would even steal her dirty underwear and sniff them when I had the chance. I would often find porn in her draws and watch it when she wasn’t home but she had alot of lesbian porn which made me think if she had become lesbian too.
Not long after my 11th birthday she started dating this guy. He was a bit of an asshole and I felt even worse because he was taking my mom away. We moved in with him and before long I would hear them fucking at night. I thought I would be disgusted at first but I was actually turned on. They would fuck for a couple of hours each night and I would lay in bed and wack off to the sound of my mom being pumped. But soon I got sick of doing that and decided to get some surveillance happening. I borrowed my uncle’s camcorder for a while and decided to set it up in their room where they wouldn’t find it. I opened up moms cupboard to find a hiding place and came across a nice little stash. There in a box was about 3 dildos, a couple of videos and lots of magazines. I spent that whole after noon watching and reading the porn and licking on moms dildos. I placed the camera in a good spot and waiting. That night they fucked each others brains out and I got it all on tape. He had a massive cock and it turned me on to see it going in and out of mom. It also became apparent that she was a squirter. Just as she was about to orgasm she got off he cock and sprayed girl jizz into his mouth. It was such a turn-on. This went on for about a year then I got my first girlfriend. For the next couple of years I stopped thinking about mom because I was dating. I ended up moving out with a mate because I didn’t like her boyfriend. I pretty much fucked every girl I could find.
When I was 19 mom broke up with her boyfriend and moved into a small apartment but I had to move in with her because she couldn’t afford the rent by herself. I was still dating but she never really left the house. She became depressed and didn’t seem as horny as she used to be but she still had it in her because she still wore sexy lingerie and sometimes I would find my porn in different places. We were living pretty poorly until she got a big compensation payout from a car accident. We both took some time off work and decided to go on a holiday. So that weekend we drove up to the capital city and had an awesome day at some of the amusement places. Then we went out for dinner. The hotel bedrooms only had one king-size bed which was okay by us. Mom went for a shower and I watched TV. She came out in the nude and jumped into bed as that’s how she always sleeps. Her body still looked good. Saggy tits and ass, full red bush and cellulite all over the back of her legs. I soon fell asleep. The TV woke me a couple of hours later; I had forgotten to turn it off. I flicked the switch and then cuddled into mom. The sheets had come down to her belly and her back was cold so I spooned up with her. She felt so nice up against me. I soon started feeling around to see if she would wake up. I grabbed her nipples; they were hard as a rock and sticking up. I worked my way down to her belly. It was plump and sagging down to the mattress because she was on her side then I ran my hand thru her bush and found her flaps. It was nice and warm down there. I heard her gasp so I stopped what I was doing then checked her eyes – Still asleep. I then rubbed along her thigh and came back down around her ass. By then my cock was bursting out of my pants so I took them right off. I rested it on her lower back then went back to rubbing her boobs. I began kissing the back of her neck and licking her ear lobes. I must have woke her up then because she rolled over and buried herself under the sheets, I looked under to see what she was doing but it was too dark. She then grabbed my cock in her hands and jammed it in her mouth sucking on it and licking my shaft, then continuing down to my sack and then licking around my asshole. Then she emerged from the sheets and got into a doggy position. “Your turn she whispered.” I got up behind her and spread open her saggy ass cheeks and ate her ass out and then her pussy. I let go of her ass with my hands and started probing her pussy with one hand and grabbing those floppy melons with the other hand. She told me to slow down but I kept munching on her anus and fingering her pussy and soon enough she was spraying her juice all over the bed. I got down and licked up as much as I could then I rolled onto my back and mom sat on my face and started grinding into me. I was sucking on her clit and wiggling my tongue in her pussy and she was bouncing up and down on my face grabbing her tits. I mopped up as much juice as I could then she moved down slowly backing her pussy up ready for insertion. I grabbed her big ass with both hands and pushed up so just my knob would penetrate her pussy. I did that a couple of times then it got too much for her and she sat down and took the full length of my cock. She rode me for about 20 minutes. It was really slow and steady and I was shafting her deep. Then she started shaking violently and moaning at the top of her lungs. She jumped off my cock and squatted above my head and aimed her pussy at me then finished herself off by rubbing her big swollen clit. A river of juice splashed into my face and down my throat. Then before I could do anything she turned around and went into reverse cowboy position but instead of jamming my cock into her pussy she put it up her ass and began riding it. I could only last 5 minutes before I pulled it out and let her drink my cum. We were so worn out then that we slept all the next day and did the same thing the next night. Now that we live with each other we made it an every night thing.

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TEACHER HAS ANSWER FOR EXCUSES

A high school English teacher reminded her class of tomorrow’s final exam: “Now class, I won’t tolerate any excuses for you not being there tomorrow. I might consider a nuclear attack or a serious personal injury or illness, or a death in your immediate family – but that’s it, no other excuses whatsoever!”
A smart-butt guy in the back of the room raises his hand and asks, “What would you say if tomorrow I said I was suffering from complete and utter sexual exhaustion?”
The entire class does its best to stifle their laughter and snickering. When silence is restored, the teacher smiles sympathetically at the student, shakes her head, and sweetly says, “Well, I guess you’d have to write the exam with your other hand.

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Son Helps His Mother Cope

Dennis awoke to the rattling of his train compartment. They were currently riding over a rough section of railing which had disturbed his slumber enough to wake him. He reached into his coat pocket and removed his cell phone to check the time. He was careful to tilt the phone so that to prevent the illumination from disturbing his cabin mates. He estimated it was sometime early morning due to the palely lit sky. His presumption was confirmed when he scanned the clock on his phone and read 5:23 a.m. He placed his phone back into the pocket from which it came and rubbed his sleep deprived eyes. The uncomfortable conditions in which the train held made sleep nearly impossible. He sat up slightly, as if to surrender to the battle of sleep, and scanned over his companions in the train compartment.
It was a smaller compartment; it seated four comfortably during the daytime, but became an unbearable fit during sleeping hours. Dennis was fortunate though, as he was able to stretch his legs across the booth styled seat located on his side of the compartment. He figured he was given this privilege due to him being the youngest member of the group.
On the opposite side of Dennis sat two traveling partners that had been forced to share the booth styled seat. One was male and the other was a woman. The male was seated as if he was prepared to eat at the dinner table, but was leaning in a direction which left his right shoulder pressed firmly against the morning-cold train window. On his left side sat the woman, who was also leaning towards her right attempting to utilize the male’s body for comfort. Her left arm had instinctively draped itself around the man, as if she was giving him some sort of half-hearted hug. They both apparently had found comfort as they were fixed in a deep slumber, made obvious by their slow relaxed breaths.
Dennis next shifted his eyes down to the female that was stretched out on the floor of the compartment. She had a blanket on top of her, that had been progressively pushed down her body during her deep sleep, so that now it was only covering her from her feet to her abdomen area. She was lying on her back with her hands pleasantly placed atop one another amongst her stomach. Her eyes were shut and her mouth was held open creating a raspy noise each breath in and out she took.
But these three companions of Dennis were not strangers, at least not complete strangers. The male female combination sleeping opposite of him are his brother and sister. The pleasant woman bunking on the floor would be his dear mother. I say not complete strangers simply because they are related through blood and are aware of each other’s existence. But if you placed those facts aside, you would truly get four travelers that were strangers. The Clark family had grown apart over the past years so much that each member had become unfamiliar with one another. If not for an unfortunate event, they may never have come together again.
The reason that this distantly-grown family was now traveling among the same train compartment now was due to their recently deceased father, Allan Clark. Allan was a lifetime explorer in a ways. He always wanted to do new things and travel all across the world. Having children had slowed him down a bit, but he would even take young Dennis along with him on his adventurous journeys. Dennis was easily the closest to his father among his siblings, and possibly even his mother. He knew everything about his dad and thought of him as a best friend and a great role model in his life. His father’s favorite quote was “you only live once.” He would say this to Dennis whenever he had doubts about anything. But it seemed Allan’s adventurous spirit had finally caught up to him. He had fallen rock climbing in France without using any rope. If there was anything good to say, it was that Allan went out the way he wanted to which was living life to the fullest and being adventurous.
But Allan’s unfortunate demise was taking an emotional toll on the entire Clark family except for Dennis. It seemed that Dennis’s close relationship to his father allowed him to understand that his death should not lead to mourning, but rather a joyous celebration of his incredible life. It was partly this as well as Dennis’s strength, both physical and mental, that kept him from being emotional over his father’s death. Allan was the strongest person Dennis knew in his entire life, and learned his own strength from him.
The train began to slow and eventually came to a stop at the Napoli train station in France. This was Dennis’s father’s hometown and now was to be the location of his burial. Later that day was the funeral ceremony for Allan Clark. Profound words were delivered by various people that had significant connections with Dennis’s father. Dennis delivered the greatest speech of all, leaving the majority of the audience in tears at completion. He hadn’t written anything down or prepared a speech. He just went up and talked about how his dad was the greatest man he knew and would ever know. Dennis, of course did not shed one tear throughout the entire ceremony, but could not say the same about his other family members. His mother, obviously, was having a difficult time holding herself together emotionally. She was clearly distraught from the loss of her life companion. Overall it was a beautiful funeral that celebrated the amazing life of an amazing individual.
Once the funeral and burial ceremony were complete, the family headed back to their house in Napoli. Allan Clark was a not just an adventurous individual but also a wealthy one. He was the CEO for a high quality outdoor equipment company in Europe. He owned property all over Europe and one of them was located in his hometown of Napoli. It had been ages since the entire family had been in this house. They only stayed in it for family reunions in Napoli.
The family was very somber through the rest of the day. They mostly stayed in their separate rooms and cried over the loss of their father and husband. It was becoming late, and the entire family had washed up and went to bed except for Dennis. He decided to retire about an hour later as he was exhausted from the lack of sleep on the train. He entered one of the two bathrooms amongst the house. This was the shared one with his siblings as the other was located in his parents’ room. He stripped down, showered, and dried himself off.
As he completed drying off, he took a moment to analyze himself in the mirror. Dennis was roughly 6’3 and weighed a solid 205. His pecks and abs were very defined as well as his biceps as he began to flex. His chest was somewhat hairy, but not overgrown at all. He had a great golden brown color to his hair which he slicked back in a business style. Because that was what he was. He had taken over the equipment company that his dad had and was a well thought of business man for only being 24 years old. His beard was neatly trimmed and kept at a very reasonable thickness. He turned around to check his ass as he always did. He loved to squat and knew it made his ass look irresistible to women. But most of all he focused on the area his father gave him. He played around with his cock and balls as he watched them in the mirror. He was blessed to have such a nice and large cock. He knew it was from his father as he had seen it many times before and was amazed at its size. He never trimmed his pubic hair as his father had never either. He thought of his great pubic collection as being just as impressive as his penis. Dennis simply looked up towards the ceiling and thanked his father for everything that he had done and given to him. Just as Dennis was about the brush his teeth, he heard a loud cry and then more loud sobbing. He quickly slid on a pair of shorts, with no briefs, and headed out of the bathroom.
He could tell it was coming from his mother’s room and he walked toward the door. He swung the door open and slowly stepped into the room.
“Mom? Are you alright?” Dennis blindly asked as he could not see much in the dark room.
He did not receive an answer but continued to hear his mother cry. He proceeded to her bed and sat on the edge of it.
“Mom? You okay?” Dennis asked once again.
“Come here sweetie.” His mother sobbed towards Dennis.
Dennis laid down next to his mother so that she could wrap her arms around him as comfort. She was crying hysterically and Dennis was unsure of what to do. So he just remained in this position. Mother and son hugging each other in mourning. Dennis didn’t say anything as he couldn’t think of the right thing to say. He hoped he was helping her by allowing her to hug him.
Dennis’s mother is named Kimberly. She is 48 years old and about 5’10. She has brown hair and is very tan as she hits the tanning salon often. She was a typical wife of a rich husband. She did not work but received all of the benefits of being rich. She had had plastic surgery many times, on her face, ass, stomach, and breasts. She did not appear to be 48 at all but rather about 30.
After a while, Kim fell asleep in this position and Dennis was stuck. He had not intended on staying here the whole night and frankly was uncomfortable sleeping like this. Once he was sure his mother was asleep, he began his escape. He gently raised his mother’s arm up off of him and placed it at her side. As he attempted to slide out of her grasp, he startled her. She was still asleep but dreamily wrapped her arm back around Dennis and pulled him tight to her. Dennis only had on a pair of shorts and his mother only wore a skimpy black night gown. He could feel her enormous breasts pressed against his chest. He could tell she was not wearing a bra, as her nipples were pointed against the thin fabric and were sticking into his pecks.
“Oh Allan. Yes. Hold me tight.” Kim mumbled in her sleep.
Dennis was now seriously concerned. His mother was dreaming that he was his father. He knew this wasn’t going to be good, so he furiously struggled to escape her grasp. She cried out a little and pulled him tighter and threw her leg over his body to really hold on to him. His mother was so close to him that he could feel the warmness that her pussy was emitting on his cock. Within seconds, Dennis had a hard on that was poking out of the band of his shorts. His mother felt this and instinctively reached down and grabbed Dennis’s cock in her hand.
“Ooo. Are you getting hard for me?” Dennis’s mom continued to say in her sleep.
Dennis didn’t know what was coming over him. He wasn’t fighting to escape anymore. Rather he was now enjoying this sensation. He knew he enjoyed it sexually, but played it off in his mind by saying that he was helping his mother cope with her loss by doing this. Soon enough Dennis was grabbing his mother’s ass and reaching his hand into her panties. All the while Kim was stroking her son’s cock and moaning in her sleep.
This fondling continued on for a few more minutes until Kim leaned her face in towards Dennis’s. She expertly guided her mouth to his without opening her eyes and placed her soft, luscious lips upon her sons. Dennis was startled by this development, as if this was worse than the groping. Passionately kissing his mother made it seem more serious to him, yet he did not make an attempt to stop. Rather he accepted her moist lips and even reciprocating the passion. This frivolous kissing went on for only seconds before Kim wanted more as she opened her mouth and aggressively thrust her tongue into Dennis’s mouth. Once again, Dennis was alarmed by this progression and did not immediately respond. After he regained his thinking, he began to join his mom in the passionate tongue wrestling. Dennis may have been partaking but in no way was he the aggressor. His mother was feverishly throwing her mouth about his and wrapping her tongue around his tongue.
During this mother son make out session, Dennis had become fully erect and was leaking an abundance of precum. As he simultaneously grabbed his mother’s ass and kissed her, he began to feel his load build within his balls. His mom reached back down and continued to stroke him as they both kissed. The resurgence of his mother stroking him created a serious problem for Dennis. He was going to cum, but didn’t want to. As soon as this thought entered his head, he began to realize what he was doing. Not only committing a terrible sin, but he was fooling around with his father’s woman. The man he idealized his entire life, and now he was completely disrespecting him just days after his death.
Dennis tried his best to contain his orgasm, but knew it was too late for that. He put forth a valiant effort, as it was not a typical orgasm for a male. The fact that he was attempting to not jizz, made his orgasm very anti-climactic. He retained a lot of sperm from holding back, but still quite a bit came oozing out and leaked down his shaft and onto his mother’s hand. He knew she was aware of the situation as her stroking had stopped completely and was now just grasping his cock.
“Oh, a little warm-up orgasm, huh?” Kim drearily giggled.
This statement planted fear into Dennis’s head. What does she mean warm-up? He constantly asked himself. He feared what he was warming up for. He didn’t want this to go any further, but it seemed it was too late.
Dennis’s cock never even changed shape after his orgasm. He stayed hard as a rock, and considering the taboo situation, it was no surprise to him. All of the sudden, his mom rolled out of bed and stood next to it. Dennis was uncertain of what was going on. Was his mother awake, or was this still part of her dream. She reached down and grabbed the bottom of her night gown and lifted it over her head. As she pulled it off, Dennis’s suspicion about his mom wearing no bra was confirmed. Her magnificent tits were now fully exposed in the minimal moonlight that was entering through a small window located high on the wall. Next she bent down and slid her black panties down her legs to her ankles. She stepped out of them and faced Dennis. He could now see her glorious pussy in the light now. He was surprised to find an enormous amount of pubic hair covering her vaginal lips. Her over the top bush turned him on even more. He didn’t think his cock could grow any further, but from the sight of his beautiful naked mother, it did.
She playfully jumped back on the bed and crawled over on top of Dennis. She slid his shorts all the way off of him and straddled his lower calves. She bent over, grabbed his cock, and placed it perfectly in her mouth. There was no hesitation on her part as she began furiously sucking his dick. With her other hand she began to play with his hairy balls. This went on for a few more minutes.
“Are you ready Allan?” Kim asked Dennis.
Dennis once again did not respond, but it didn’t matter as Kim was already beginning to get in position. She moved her ass further up Dennis’s body until her pussy was positioned right above Dennis’s erect cock. She reached down with one hand and straightened his penis so that it would align with her pussy. Again with no hesitation, she slid herself down on his dick until it was completely inside of her. At this point Dennis’s cock could not be seen. He looked down at the situation and only saw two large bushes of pubic hair interacting with each other. His mother continued to ride his dick and in minutes Dennis was ready to explode again, but this time inside of his mom. He wasn’t gonna hold back on this one. He grabbed his mother’s ass cheeks with his hands and squeezed them firmly. He was now aggressively slamming his dick into his mother’s pussy. She began to moan in pleasure and just as Dennis was ready to orgasm, he felt a strange sensation upon his cock.
It seemed that it was getting more difficult to thrust his cock into his mother. He then realized that she was also having an orgasm and her pussy was tightening on his dick. This created many dirty thoughts into his head that pushed him over his limit. He began to furiously cum inside his mother. His orgasm involuntarily made his hips thrust in and out of his mom’s pussy with more force and speed. He could feel every blast of cum release from his dick and knew his mom could to as her moans matched the streams of cum.
After the two’s orgasms, Kim collapsed on top of her naked son and began to snore again. Dennis knew she was really asleep now and figured he should leave. But this was a once in a lifetime opportunity that he wasn’t gonna lose. He flipped his mother over so that she was lying naked on her back. He wanted the get an up close look at her amazing pussy.
He was now kneeled in between her outspread legs investigating his mother’s vagina. He ran his fingers through her luscious bush. Something about how much pubic hair she had turned him on. He guessed it was because no girls anymore have bushes. Next he turned his focus to her large breasts. He wanted to do one last thing and then he would leave. He straddled her abdomen and placed his large cock in between his mom’s enormous tits. Dennis squished them together to create a makeshift pussy that he could fuck. He thrust his cock between her tits until he was ready to orgasm again. This time he simply closed his eyes and allowed the cum to go wherever it wanted to. After a few seconds of blasting his load, he reopened his eyes to see what had happened. His beautiful mother was lying there asleep with huge streaks of cum across her face and into her hair. There were also globs of semen resting on her ample breasts. Dennis was satisfied with this and exited the room after retrieving his shorts.
He knew he had done a terrible thing, but he felt the pleasure and one time experience outweighed the negative aspects. He truly didn’t mind to be a motherfucker, in fact, it now made him horny whenever he thought about it.

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WHY MEN PAY MORE FOR INSURANCE

Why do men pay more than women for car insurance?
Ans: Because women don’t get blow jobs while they’re driving.

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Mothers Secret Code

Mothers Secret Code
*I’ll let these two ‘moms’ tell this true story.
For some reason, all us mothers have a code that is taboo to ever talk about. We don’t talk about our sexual feelings for our sons or daughters. It’s somehow so taboo, so unthinkable, so naughty, we never talk about it. (except in low whispers with a friend who will never ever tell we talked about ‘it’)
Mothers will say (outwardly) how disgusting, sick, weird or say that any sexual feelings about our sons or daughters is just nasty. They’ll say how a mother that does that should be somehow punished, their kids taken away from them, shunned, and be outcasts from society.
Oh…. you may have a very close friend that you talk in whispers to, maybe after a few drinks, that will express her true feelings about her sexual feelings about her kids. I had such a friend.
We broke the code…..
…..and It stayed broken between us.
Every chance we got, we talked about it, because?…it made us excited sexually, plain and simple. Let’s just call me, Julie, and her Lynn.
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A few years back we both had 12 years olds, my boy, and her girl. We were comparing notes about them. A few glasses of wine, and I broke the code. I asked her if she ever got turned on when she felt her little girls body. She got quiet for a while. Then a devilish smile, she leaned real close to me and whispered: (“…oh god Julie!, you too?”) and that was the start of us talking hush hush about our sexual feelings about our kids.
Our husbands were out of town one weekend, and I wanted her to spend the night with me. We put the kids in other rooms and we got together in my bed. We both were dying to talk privately together. We said just talking bout it was making us both hot and turned on, big time. We turned out all but a night light and closed and locked the door. It was all quiet now, total privacy. We were both getting wet in anticipation. She whispered: (“ Before we start, ..do you masturbate?..”), I giggled and said (“….hell yes!..”) She smiled big and said: (“When I secretly think about my girl touching me, or me touching her, I always like to masturbate while I think about it….do you mind?”) I said: (“..may I join you?”), we giggled quietly. We took off our panties, opened our legs and started in rubbing our vagina‘s. Our open legs touched and that made it all the more exciting. Masturbating together with a close friend was very hot, and very taboo.
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She told me how it first started with her,….
When she gave her little girl, about 9yrs old, a bath, is when she first got the ’tingles’. Feeling her smooth little body all over while washing her was more and more a turn on. The little girl liked it when mommy washed her little vagina, and giggled. One time she got brave and got in the bathtub naked with her.
Her little girl was wowed at mommy’s big titties and the hair between her legs. She asked: “Mommy, can I touch your titties?” Lynn told her:
“Oh yes, I’m your mommy, it’s ’ok’ to do that.”
“Julie, my little girl started touching, feeling, then stared my nipples. She then just started sucking on my nipples and playing with them. I got so hot when she did that, I closed my eyes and gasp for air.
Then she felt my pubic hair, and ran her little fingers through it and she liked to comb it with her fingers as a comb. Then she rubbed her little face on it.
The first time I let her do that, I orgasmed hard, and shivered and shook. She smiled and asked if I was cold. I said:…. “Oh no…(gasp)….mommy just got a nice feeling from her doing that.” She said she got tingles when she touched her little bump, right here. She opened her little legs wide, looked down, and put her finger on her little clit.
I should have felt very guilty….but I didn’t…it felt good to have a wonderfully intense orgasm that way, and I wanted more. I told her that all this was our ’girls secret’ and to never tell what we did in the bathtub. ….’Ok?’ She, at 9yrs old then, said she would never tell anyone ever, and that was our secret just between her and I,…………. and she never has.
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Lynn’s story got me so hot… I felt dizzy. My fingers were wet from feeling my vagina, and my clit was so sensitive, I could hardly touch it.
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I told how I started getting tingles in my vagina when I felt my son’s body. Dressing him, bathing him, and feeling him for no other reason that to get a sexual feeling. Little boys are more curious and he loved to look at my tits. I let him take long looks while I dressed or changed clothes. I slowly put on or took of my bra. I felt my own tits and played with my nipples as he watch, wide eyed. At nine years old, we too had a talk about secrets and I made him understand. He agreed and to this day we have our ’little secret.’ He got little hardons now, and ’mommy’ would rub it and make it feel good. He love that, and if we were alone, he would request we go do ’that’ we called it. I would take him in the bathroom and lock the door. I loved jacking on his little dick and the first time he had a little shot of white cum shoot out….I orgasmed.
It was so hot as I held his little dick in my hand and felt his first cum between my fingers. When he left, I got really bold and licked my fingers… his little cum was erotic tasting and I orgasmed again when it touched my tongue.
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We both were now breathing hard after telling the events so far. We closed our eyes and rubbed our vagina’s faster. I felt her hand grab my leg to steady herself. She was trying not to moan as she lifted up her hips up high and shook as she had a big intense orgasm. I was right with her, and steadied my self with my hand on her leg too. I unconsciously squeezed her leg as I moaned and lifted my hips high,….shook hard and had a big orgasm too. We shook for a while, and moaned quietly. Our hands still on each others legs. Feeling each others orgasms that way was a very erotic event we had never had before. We lay quiet…then she whispered:….(“….I think (gasp) we’ve found a new turn on, Julie.” )…I agreed and whispered back: (“..Later, I think (deep breath) I think next time I would like to turn around, so we can face each others vaginas (gasp) and we can watch us do ’that’ again, I have a powerful urge to watch your vagina orgasm, very close up next time.”)
It was a very exciting and wonderful night. We’ll keep what we did late in the night….very private,…..for now.
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Well I’m here to finally talk about the ‘code’. We both felt, if our kids said they didn’t want do something, we would always honor that and not do it, but so far, that has never happened.
Our kids are a little older now, and we still have our special ‘secret’. Her daughter and her still go in the bathroom and have their ‘private’ time, my son comes in my room and we too have our….’private’ time. Sneaking a hot feel still takes my breath away. We get so hot so fast when you only have a short time to touch our body’s.
Now days, I can make him cum in my hand in a short time. He can make me orgasm so fast, I almost faint. Lynn and her daughter carry little vibaratiors with them and can orgasm each other fast without moaning…(usually,)….. (I’ve heard them as I listened at the bathroom door before…that always gets me so hot.)
What they don’t know is Julie and Lynn, we have our, ‘private’ time too, when we talk about the latest happenings with our growing kids. We wait until we can spend the night all alone with each other, we get naked, and…..well…. the story’s gets us so hot we…..turn off all the lights……
(whispering….”do you mind if I put my hand on your leg Lynn?” …“Of course not Julie, you know you always can,…. Wow, your trembling, you must have a hot story for tonight. If you don‘t mind, I think I‘ll put my hand on your warm leg and just masturbate while you tell it.”
(This was the way we like to tell the latest hot story’s. Somehow the human contact, makes us so very hot as we talk.)
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“….Well, (gasp, pause), you better hold my leg tight as I tell you about my son. Last week he reached up under my dress, then sliding his hand down my panties and ran his finger down the center of my vagina, in the middle of my living room!” ….“Oh god Julie!, I would have loved to feel that!”
“Well Lynn,…(gasp)….I was standing there in my living room when I felt my sons warm hands wrap around me. He started kissing me on the neck and feeling my tits so good, I lost my breath….next thing I know, I feel his hand slide up my leg. Inching up slowly to the top of my panties. Then I feel his warm hand move down inside my panties and slowly slide down my lower tummy, headed right for my already damp vagina. I felt his finger combing thru my pubic hair, and on to my vagina…I shivered with anticipation, hoping where his finger was headed. He found it….. my wet clit, and his finger danced around it. Oh Lynn…my knees got weak, I got hot flashes and pushed my vagina to his finger. I felt his hardon against my butt cheeks. I reached around and pulled his hips tight to my butt cheeks. Oh god Lynn…his finger was massaging my clit now, right in the living room, where anyone walking or even driving by might see us!
I finally whispered to him: (“It’s mom’s turn, son.”) I turned around and un zipped his pants. I reached in and he wasn’t wearing any underwear. (gasp)…my heart was beating fast as I felt his big warm dick. I carefully pulled out his dick, and started stroking it. My back was to the windows, but he had my skirt pulled up and had pulled my panties down some. The risk was so intense, I felt my vagina start to seeping more juices. I couldn’t think…did I lock that door?….I didn’t know for sure…his finger on my clit was causing my brain not to work…all I knew was I wanted to orgasm so bad and now. He knew it too, and started rubbing my clit firmer and firmer while squeezing my tits. I cupped one hand over the head of his dick…I was going to make him cum big and I wanted to catch it all in my hand. It all happen so fast. I felt my orgasm building up and up and I tried not moan loud but I just couldn’t and let out a “ Oh Baby…Yes!!!!”…and my knees buckled as I had a glorious orgasm just as he shot hot cum in my hand. He filled it up so fast, I had to rub some on my vagina to keep it from spilling out on the floor. He kissed me and told me what a beautiful mom I was and that I was the best mom in the whole world. My head was spinning as I kissed him back and let my tongue do the talking. We were both so weak but managed to keep standing. We straightened up, I just left his cum on my pubic hair, and pulled my panties up over it. We sat down and panted as I leaned my head on his shoulder.
The door opened.
I forgot to lock it! My husband came carrying some stuff and just said: “Hi folks,” and didn’t even hardly notice us. I spent the rest of the day with my sons cum in my pubic hair so I could sneak a feel with my fingers and a taste and smell if I was careful too.”
Lynn was breathing hard and rubbing her vagina. Her fingers dug into my leg as her hips squirmed. I was really hot too, watching her and feeling my own vagina and feeling her hot leg. I don’t know where I got the courage to say this, but I nervously whispered to her: (“did you (gasp) need some help reaching your climax, Lynn?” )…She moaned and whispered back: (“..if you’ll do me,…(gasp)…I’ll do you Julie.” )
We had never done that before. We had the best and most wonderful night we‘d ever had….with our ‘private time’.
The next night we got to be alone again. We got naked with a low light, while she told of her and her daughters latest encounter. This time we had taken us to the next step. We had whispered about doing ‘a little more’ between us. Our trembling hands ventured out to our desires.
I had my hand resting on her pubic hair and she had hers on mine. We very slowly started fingered each other as she told her story. Our fingers trembled with the new pleasure. My heart was beating with excitement. Lynn rolled toward me, and rested her face on my tit as she talked. Soon her leg slowly moved over mine. I was so excited, I know she felt the wetness in my vagina as she eased her fingers slowly in it. I know I sure did in hers, as my fingers were so wet as I massaged her big clit. (She had big one too, and I loved playing with it, making her gasp.) We loved the way we told our stories in our new positions. We had new urges and they were very taboo and very exciting. We kept them totally secret and private. It was getting so we liked feeling each other as much as we did our own kids and we both knew it. We both secretly wanted to do more each time.
Lynn had another story……
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“Well, Julie….(big breath)….last weekend my husband and my daughters boyfriend went on a overnight fishing trip. We had the whole house to ourselves all night. We both got hot when we found out. The minute they left, my daughter and I headed to have a private shower. Oh Julie, her tits are bigger now, I loved to get behind her and feel them in the warm soapy water. She reached back and rubbed my vagina so good. Something was driving us to get closer and do more. We had never had ‘girl sex’ but she was leading the way. I didn’t resist at all Julie …I couldn’t …I was weak and felt it was going to happen…..Then she whispered in my ear:
(“mom…let’s ‘do us‘…ok?, please?”) …then she kissed me, long and so wet. I froze as I felt her tongue slip slightly in my mouth. I was kinda in shock but the jolt in my vagina was awesome! We had never kissed like that, ever before.
I whispered, out of breath: (“Oh my (gasp)….my little girl is growing up and wants to do more now?”)
(I didn’t quite know what ‘do us’ meant.) She said that she likes guys and sometimes girls to play with. We had never done ‘do us‘, but I was game as I loved feeling her body. We felt us in the warm soapy water and she showed me how she liked to have me massage her little clit, as she did mine. This was new for us and we got real hot and out of breath. I got weak as she rubbed my clit so fast I…..I…well…I orgasmed right in the shower.
I just couldn’t help it Julie! She held me close and tight. She kissed my neck and rubbed her own clit fast and then….shivered and moaned:…(“….ohhhhh mom!,…. I want you in bed so bad.”)….I got a tingle shock in my vagina!
Julie, it was so naughty and so taboo but so exciting, We held our wet soapy butt cheeks and I started rubbing her clit fast….then, she moaned so long and shuddered as we parted our legs and pressed and ground our soapy clits together.
Julie….mom’s and daughter’s making each other orgasm was so risky if anyone ever found out…I got so hot as she washed me slowly to cool me down. I wanted this wonderful shower to last and last. We finally got out, so weak, dried off and got into bed and just felt each others naked body’s for a long time.
Julie, she’s was just like me and loves the feel a female body on her hands and fingers.
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Feeling Lynn’s hot body against mine was reminding me of a time when my son crawled in bed with me. I started telling her this story. I pulled Lynn close to me as we felt each others body’s. Our fingers doing our thing.
“Lynn, I’ve got a story about when my son crawled in bed with me one time.” She said: “Oh good!,…. but I need to orgasm real bad, will you help me after words?” I said: “Of course, I whispered: (we’ll do a cross masturbation after words)…Ok?” She squeezed my vagina and said: “Ok!!!” We had talked about masturbating each other and how…‘someday’ we ‘might’ try it.
“ Well Lynn, my husband had just left for work. My son knew I was alone in bed. He was about 13 then, and no school that day. I took advantage when he got under the covers in my bed and rolled him on top of me. Oh Lynn….he felt so good on me in only his little boxers. I felt his back and legs and soon his growing boner started pressing against my vagina. He said he had a really hot dream. He didn’t say who the girl was, but did say she was older, about my age. I asked him if he had a ’wet’ dream about this girl. He said no, he woke up before they could have sex. I knew ‘this’ mom could make him cum big, so took more advantage. I ask him to describe the girl. Lynn, he described me in every detail. I said:…“Awww that’s to bad you woke up before you two could have hot sex.” I pulled the covers up over us and said why don’t you put your boner between my legs and we’ll pretend I’m that girl. He sleepily reached down and pulled out his boner and put it between my legs. I had my panties on and I felt his warm boner against my inner legs and vagina. I clamped my legs together tight and rubbed his body wildly. He started pumping me and breathing heavy. I took his hands and put them on my tits. I started whispering in his ear: (….”..oh yes baby…oh hell yes…cum in me… oh jeeez you feel so good in me!…fuck me baby…take me…take it home baby…Oh….OH….OH!…..EEEEYES!.. I felt him explode between my legs as he moaned ..”Oh…OH… MOM!”…
(mom?)…I knew he was having a dream about me!, and his slip of the tongue verified it. He flooded my legs and soaked my panties outside my vagina. He collapsed on me as I rubbed his smooth body over and over as his boner just kept pulsating the last of his cum out between my legs.
Ok, I admit it, I orgasmed when his hot cum shot out and I felt it on my vagina. Lynn, it was the closest ever, to him having sex with me. It was so wonderful, I’ll never forget it…ever.
Lynn was straining for me to finger her faster, and I was so ready for her to do the same. I turned so we faced each other and we fingered each other and bucked our hips together. She grabbed my fingers and speeded them up in her vagina. My thumb rubbed across her clit as she felt my G spot in my vagina. It started…. we took short gasping breaths…and here it came…our first dual climax, as it jolted us and peaked! I almost cried as we moaned and squirmed out of control, we both moaned…“YES BABY YES!!!yesyesyesyesyes!!!!!!!!!, and shook hard!
…We held each others hand that was in our vaginas and guided it in and out to where the peek feeling was. We were so spent we slowly just let the pulses have their way and felt the spasms prevail.
We kinda passed out for a while. Then later, still moaning and holding each other we drifted to sleep.
Her daughter and my son came over the next day, they just happened to arrive at the same time. Lynn and I ended up in the kitchen talking. I looked around the corner at my son, and he and her daughter were sitting close and talking. Soon his arm went up on the back of the couch and she scooted closer. (“Lynn,” I whispered, “come look.”)…she looked and started to grin. Her daughter came in and said she had been playing tennis and could she take a quick shower. I said ’Sure, go right ahead.’ We continued to talk and then I noticed my son was gone. We listened quietly. I tip toed to the bathroom door. I heard them giggling quietly. I motioned for Lynn to come listen…we both grinned and quietly tip toed away.
We sat in the kitchen and talked. Soon her daughter came in smiling with her wet hair. A few minutes later my son came in…wet hair.
Lynn whispered: (“Look as his wet hair Julie!….do you think they took a shower together???”)
Her daughter had to go somewhere and my son walked her to her car. He leaned his elbows on her window sill, as they talked, and we watched. He looked around and gave her a long hot kiss. We giggled and wondered what was going to become of this. We talked quietly. “Julie, if they compare notes….oh my god! Their two moms are ‘feelers‘ and they both love it, and we both know they like to feel and touch us also.
I wonder of our ‘little secret’ will come out when they talk? We better have a talk with them and let them know it’s ‘ok’, to share our secret with only them.”
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*Julie and Lynn were to late. Jen, Lynn’s daughter, and Ken, Julie’s son had already talked and shared with them only, the ‘little secret’. Ken told his mom Julie later in private, Jen ask him if his mom, like hers, well….a….sort of…..a…..feel him extra good. Ken said hell yes and I like it. Jen said ‘oh my god!’ I love it when my mom feels me too! Secret out, but only with the two of them. Then the feeling and touching urge between the two of them skyrocketed. This happened while they sat on the couch. They planned their first ‘feel up’ in the shower. Ken told his mom Julie, “Finally a girl who like to be felt up all the time! She likes to feel me up too. We went crazy in the bathroom, we took each others clothes off in a flash. Feeling us up all the way. Then….well that’s all I’m going to say for now, mom. Julie smiled and felt his big boner and said: “You don’t need to say anymore son. Jen and Lynn are the only ones we can ever share our ’little secret’ with. When the time comes, I’ll tell you what Lynn and I talk bout in private.” “Mom, I had no idea that Jen and Lynn were ’feelers’ like us.” Ken felt his mom’s tits and kissed her neck and said: “I think were all gonna like what’s coming ahead.” He felt his mom’s ass as she pulled him in tight to her pussy and whispered in his ear: (“Oh baby, (gasp) I know we will“………)
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