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Thank you so much for waiting for this chapter. Once you read through it, you’ll understand it wasn’t an easy one to write. I hope you enjoy it. Thank you again for all the wonderful feedback. You keep me writing. All the best ~ firstkiss

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Adam and I laughed all the way back to the cottage. We told each other flirty little ‘what-if’ scenarios about how things might have been if he’d picked me up in the bar that night instead of Lilly. Being silly and casual and flirtatious again was such a relief. I’d forgotten how that side of me felt. And knowing we didn’t mean a damn word of it, made me feel normal for a moment. Everything was simple again. I didn’t know how to thank Adam for that.

We paused on the front porch. Five Tanner redheads bobbed around inside the windowed front room. The conversation looked so heated, neither Adam nor I wanted to intrude.

“What do you say we go get dinner started?” Adam muttered out of the corner of his handsome mouth. “We can sneak in the back door.”

I opened my mouth to agree, but when Joe’s eyes met mine through the glass, I couldn’t speak. He looked so lost, so hurt. It was the first time I’d seen that expression on his face. Knowing I was the cause of it made my chest ache. I’d been so selfishly wrapped up in my own problems that I’d forgotten Joe had quite a few of his own.

Adam watched the silent exchange between me and Joe with a knowing smile. “Never mind,” he whispered. He reached for the door and held it open for me. “Into the fray then.”

There were empty beer bottles scattered around the table. Chuck and Matt’s faces were too composed while Violet and Lilly looked like they had been crying. The bottom fell out of my stomach as I looked around the room. Something wasn’t right.

I instinctively moved to the armchair where Joe sat and perched myself on the arm. I didn’t know why, but I needed to be near him. His steady presence had always been calming. Strange how not too long ago, Lilly was the one in the room who I would have turned to. I wondered if she sensed the shift in allegiances.

“We’ve missed something big, haven’t we?” Adam asked as he took his place beside Lilly.

“What’s going on?” I inquired, my voice thick. My heart rate jumped as five pairs of Tanner-blue eyes trained on me.

Lilly spoke first.

“I know that maybe this doesn’t mean as much to you as it does to us, but Dad’s decided not to sell Joe the farm, he’s going to put it on the market instead.”

Joe went rigid and held his breath. He probably wasn’t even aware he was doing it, but the tension radiated off of him. I wanted to reach down and touch him, but I didn’t know how he’d react. Instead, I just curled my fingers tightly together and tried to process what Lilly had said.

“But it was agreed, the farm is Joe’s. It’s what he’s always wanted, what you’ve all always wanted,” I said slowly.

Adam shot me a significant look over the auburn heads

“Oh my God,” I whispered as realization came crashing down on me. “This is because of me. He’s not going to sell to you because of me?”

Joe didn’t look at me. He just clenched his hands on his lap and stared at the floor.

“What did they say exactly?”

Silence.

Chuck’s kind blue eyes found mine. “Joe has to make a choice. It’s you and the baby or the farm.”

I rose to my feet. “What? Are you fucking serious?” My temper crested as my heart twisted in my chest. “They can’t do that!”

Adam cleared his throat. “It’s their land Rhi, they can do what they want with it.”

“So they put it on the market then!” I said loudly. I looked down at Joe, but with his head was bent I only saw the back of his tanned neck. “You can still buy it from them, albeit through different channels.”

“I can’t,” Joe said. He spoke so quietly everyone in the room stopped breathing to better hear him. “I don’t have the money Rhi. Dad was going to sell it to me cheap, let me pay slowly over time. What little I had saved up, I spent on this place. I have nothing to give him.”

“I’ll give you the money,” I offered.

Joe raised his head then, his beautiful eyes were hollow. He didn’t say anything, but I saw the flicker of hurt pride cross his face. He’d never take my money, even if it was the only option open to him.

“This is insane,” I muttered. “How much are we talking about here? Maybe the bank will give you a loan?”

Lilly’s voice was soft. “No bank is going to give him the money, Rhi, even if all five of us pitched in for a down payment. There’s no collateral. It’s too much.”

“How much?” I demanded.

Everyone paused. Even Adam looked nervous.

“Nine-hundred-thousand, give-or-take,” Matt said gruffly. “They could probably get more if they asked for it. It’s the best acreage on the island, easily worth over a million.”

I reached for my handbag and keys.

“Where are you going?” Violet asked, panicked.

“To sort this out,” I vowed.

~*~

I stomped up the porch steps halkalı escort to the little yellow house two at a time. I didn’t even knock. Joe’s parents were sitting in the kitchen. Mrs. Tanner looked surprised to see me burst into the room. Mr. Tanner’s expression flickered, but didn’t change.

“This is bullshit!” I shouted.

The grim line of Mr. Tanner’s mouth deepened but he remained silent.

“How can you punish him like this!? The farm is all he’s ever wanted and you’re going to take it away from him? He’s worked his ass off for you his entire life! Doesn’t that mean anything to you?”

Mrs. Tanner looked as if she wanted to say something, but her husband shook his head and she bit her tongue.

I reached into my handbag and pulled out my cheque-book.

“What do you want for the farm? One million? Two?” I glared over the top of my cheque-book at the both of them. “Is that how much it’s going to cost me so the two of you can feel better about yourselves? This isn’t his fault and you’re punishing him!”

“It isn’t about the money Rhiannon,” Mrs. Tanner said. “This has been Tanner land for seven generations. Joe has to consider his future and the future of this family. He’s always known what is expected of him. We have always expected him to do the right thing.”

I folded my arms and stared them down. I cocked an eyebrow. “Don’t start giving me the speech about ‘what’s right’, I’ve heard that enough from Joe lately. Do you really know your son so little that you think he hasn’t tried to do that? The first thing he did was ask me to marry him!”

Mrs. Tanner looked shocked. Realization jolted me. Joe must have skipped over that part of his earlier conversation with them.

“You’re going to make him choose between me and the farm. Don’t you care about him at all?” I knew they’d be upset and shocked but they were such nice, good people. I never would have predicted this kind of reaction. Never. I’d always thought the Tanners were the perfect family, so loving and supportive of each other even if they were old-fashioned. It was difficult for me to admit to myself that they might have flaws and that they weren’t the idealized family I always thought they were.

“He’s already chosen,” Mr. Tanner bit out. He glared up at me with those damn blue eyes and a face so much like Joe’s it was scary. It was as if it was Joe staring up at me — Joe twenty-five years from that moment, with a face weathered by countless hours on the back of a tractor, five children, and a world of worries. And looking at Mr. Tanner I knew without being told which option Joe had chosen.

I clutched at the back of the nearest kitchen chair, suddenly dizzy.

“No,” I whispered. “He can’t do this. The farm is his heart! It’s who he is!”

“We know,” Mrs. Tanner said quietly.

Paris.

The idea snuck up so silently in the back of my brain it made my knees quake under me. Joe couldn’t choose me if I was not around to choose. I could leave and he would have the farm, have what was rightfully his, what he loved most in this world. There was no need for him to play the hero if I disappeared. His parents were forcing him to make a decision which wasn’t fair, but two could play at that game. If I took away the second option, they’d have to forgive him and sell him the farm.

I would miss Mrs. Nichol, Lilly and Adele like crazy, but maybe Paris was a place where my child could grow up knowing nothing of the person I had been before I became a mother. The old Rhiannon sat like a ghost over my shoulder. Carefree, unapologetic, and without responsibility. She was a woman I hardly recognized anymore, gone in the aftermath of one night with Joe. Strangely enough, I didn’t miss her. I didn’t regret her; I just wasn’t that person any more.

Joe’s parents eyed me warily. I’d always thought they liked me, but I guess all those years of being Lilly’s friend didn’t translate to my being a suitable mother for their first grandchild. Was it really too much to ask them to accept me? Could I really blame them for having some reservations? No one knew better than I did how wrong of a person for Joe I truly was. Yet it stung to think that Joe’s parents, who had always welcomed me into their home as Lilly’s friend, couldn’t extend their kindness to me as the mother of Joe’s child.

All those holidays I’d spent in their kitchen, all those times they’d greeted me at the front door flashed before me. In the past, they made me feel like I was a part of their family but now I knew how they really felt about me. It had all been a lie. They were just being polite—for Lilly’s sake—because it was the ‘nice’ thing to do. The bitter taste of betrayal stalled in the back of my throat.

“If I go away will you promise me the farm will be his?”

Mr. Tanner nodded slowly. A little flicker of emotion, maybe shock, crossed his face, almost as if he couldn’t believe I’d just up and leave.

“Fine,” taksim escort I agreed. My voice sounded far away and so detached from my brain that the words I heard myself speak didn’t seem to come from my own mouth. “I’ll leave. Tonight.”

I glanced over at Mrs. Tanner who sat so quietly at the end of the table. Her fair face was flushed with some unreadable emotion; whether it was anger or shame I couldn’t tell. I wanted to yell at them, rail at them, tell them how selfish they were being, how heartless to deny Joe what he’d always worked to make his own simply because of me. But the words wouldn’t come. The urge to scream my fury from the rooftops was nothing compared to my stunned disbelief over what just happened.

Were these the same people whom I’d cared for and respected all these years? I knew the news about the baby would shock them. After all, they’d pictured something else, someone else when they envisioned a wife for Joe and the arrival of their first grandchild. I expected them to be upset but still accepting, the way Lilly was. But I never imagined this. I didn’t know what to do.

Paris.

I could be in Paris by breakfast. Paris, where a mist of rain through the soft glow of the streetlamps at dusk was pure magic. Paris, where the bricks and stones knew of a million love affairs gone wrong. Paris, where maybe I could forget the gentle rasp of work-hardened hands against my skin, the smell of red earth, and Joe’s heartbeat against my arm as I fell asleep curled beside him.

I was going to cry. I knew I was and I didn’t want to do it there. Not in front of them. But a solid wall of t-shirt clad muscle blocked my exit when I turned to leave.

I looked up slowly. Joe’s brilliant blue eyes locked instantly on my own. Every second felt like a million years.

“Where are you goin’, darlin’?” he asked in a husky whisper.

“Away Joe. It’s better if I do.” My chest ached. My throat burned. I wanted to curl up in my bed, hide under the duvet and stop thinking, stop feeling.

Joe shook his bright head. “It’s not better. Not for me.” He reached for my left hand and held it gently.

“It’s me or the farm, isn’t it? That shouldn’t be much of a choice really,” I tried for a light-hearted tone but failed.

Joe didn’t reply. Mrs. Tanner started to cry behind me.

“Two days ago you took me out to the field and told me that if I was ever going to love you, I had to love this place too. That’s how much you belong here, Joe. How can I ask you to give that up? And what for? For me? It’s ridiculous. I’m not worth it.”

I tried to picture Joe outside of the rust red fields and rolling green hills but nothing came. How could I ever measure up to generations of family tradition, to the strong, constant land he loved more than anything?

“If you go darlin’, I don’t wanna be here. I won’t love it anymore. Not without you, not without her.” He touched my abdomen lightly. “I’ve put everything I had into this farm, everything I am, so that some day I could turn around and share it with my wife and children. What good’s it gonna be to me without you?”

I just couldn’t reconcile myself to the image of me as a farmwife, not the sort that Joe had grown up around anyway. One glance at his mother confirmed that. She was everything a farmer needed in a spouse: patient and kind, constant through all hardships, hardworking and self-sacrificing. Plus she baked the best damn chocolate chip cookies on the planet. I couldn’t even warm canned soup without setting off the smoke detector.

“There’ll be another wife Joe, another baby. Someone better suited to you and to this place,” I said, hating the words even as I spoke them. How could I be jealous of a hypothetical woman and her hypothetical offspring?

Joe shook his head. “You’re it for me, Rhiannon. There won’t be anyone else.” His grip tightened on my hand.

“I have to go. Don’t you see that I have to? I can’t come between you and your family, you and the farm.” My voice was thick with the tears I refused to shed.

“Then I’ll come with you.” Joe said.

“And do what, Joe?” I just could not imagine Joe in a suit and tie, working a nine-to-five office job.

“It doesn’t matter. I’ll save up and we’ll buy land somewhere else. A farm in Ontario, Alberta, China, I don’t care!”

He sounded so sincere and determined that I didn’t have the heart to remind him we wouldn’t need to save up. There wasn’t a farm on the planet I couldn’t buy if we wanted it badly enough. Just that small difference between our ways of thinking was enough to remind me that we weren’t meant for each other.

I shook my head. “No, Joe. We tried. I can’t let you do this to yourself. Seven generations of Tanners have farmed this land! I won’t be the one to change that.”

Mr. Tanner came slowly to his feet. He and Joe were roughly the same build and size, but somehow Mr. Tanner seemed bigger, as he if needed more space. “She’s right şişli escort Joseph. Let her go.”

Lilly always told me Joe had a temper. Right then, I knew I’d just been lucky to never have seen it before. A heated, angry flush crept across his neck when he turned to his father. I actually felt the taut tension in his muscles.

“This is none of your business,” Joe said quietly in a tone more menacing than if he’d yelled it at the top of his lungs.

Joe’s father’s expression took on an equally ominous cast. “This is still my farm. Still my family. I still have a say.”

“Not over this.”

Mr. Tanner drew himself up to his full height. He and Joe stood toe-to-toe. Both men bristled with barely restrained anger.

“Look at her Joseph, she doesn’t belong here and she never will.”

Joe said nothing as he stubbornly held his father’s gaze. On the other side of the room Mrs. Tanner sat holding her breath. I think I’d forgotten to breathe too.

“You have your family to consider. I will not see you throw this farm away. You’re not thinkin’ with your head, Joseph,” Mr. Tanner’s voice was edged with hurtful scorn. “You’re thinkin’ with your dick.”

Joe’s punch landed squarely against his father’s jaw with a sickening noise. Both Mrs. Tanner and I screamed. I moved first, throwing myself at Joe before Mr. Tanner reciprocated.

“She is my family. I have other considerations now other than you,” Joe ground out through gritted teeth as he glared darkly at his father.

The identical dark expressions on both men’s faces scared me half to death. Mr. Tanner stumbled back from the impact of his son’s fist against his jaw but never broke his gaze from Joe. The two men circled each other, with me clutching Joe’s arm. Tears streamed down my cheeks.

“Don’t do this,” I pleaded softly. Beneath my hands Joe’s arm was steel hard, tight with rage as he waited for his father to make a move. “Joe please, please don’t do this. He’s your father. I’m not worth it.”

At my words, Joe froze and then he rounded on me with a low growl in his chest. “You are. Why can’t you see that?”

His scowl was so dark, so alien to me that I took a step back, afraid. “No, I’m not. Your father is right. I don’t fit in here and I never will. You deserve better than that and you know it.”

Joe reached for me and wrapped his hand around the back of my head. He leaned down and rested his forehead against my own. His deep blue eyes blocked out the rest of the world. “I love you, Rhiannon.”

“Joe,” I gasped. Shock rippled through me. I couldn’t believe he’d said it. Instantly, I wanted to hear him say it again.

“I love you both.” His free hand settled over my stomach. “I don’t care what they think, Rhi,” his voice was gruff.

“We don’t care what they think either,” said a soft voice over Joe’s shoulder. I looked up to see Lilly standing in the doorway to the kitchen with Matt, Chuck, and Violet.

“What are you doing?” Mr. Tanner asked sharply. He glared at his children.

Joe’s brothers and sisters surrounded me until we formed a pack.

“We’re doing exactly what you taught us to do,” Lilly said with a brave smile. “We’re doing the right thing.”

Mr. Tanner’s angry expression deepened. “Get out!” he snarled. Mrs. Tanner made a small noise of distress which he ignored.

“Get out of my house. All of you.”

Joe shot his father a look of disgust, and then with a small grunt of displeasure took my arm and pulled me from the kitchen. His brothers and sisters followed. Not a single one of them looked back.

~*~

It was a sombre but thankfully short trip back to the cottage. Adam had dinner waiting. The men started in on the drinking the moment we were all settled at the table. It was the quietest meal I’d ever eaten with the Tanner clan.

Adam kept shooting me reassuring smiles across the table. I appreciated the support but all I thought about was Joe and what he was giving up for me. It didn’t feel right. Over and over in my head I heard his voice saying the three words no one in their life had ever said to me.

I didn’t know what to do, what to think. I love you, Rhiannon. All I knew was that I wanted to hear him say it again. I wanted to hear him say it every day for the rest of my life. Nothing had ever sounded so right before. There was only one problem — loving me meant losing the farm. I couldn’t let that happen.

How long would it take for Joe to begin resenting me? To wish he’d made a different decision? To wish he’d chosen the unchanging land instead of the inconstant woman? And how could I expect him not to feel that way? Only Lilly, Adele, and Mrs. Nichol had ever stuck around for me. Everyone else that had ever meant anything to me in my life always ended up leaving. My mother. My father. Every man who I’d ever had the faintest hope of making a future with.

After dinner the guys moved their heavy drinking to the sunroom and Violet went upstairs to make up all the spare beds. She, Chuck, and Matt would need a place to stay until things got better. Adam was in no shape to take the bike back to the city, so he and Lil would also be spending the night. Lilly and I lingered in the kitchen, doing the dishes.

“Do you think he meant it?” I asked in a low, hollow whisper as I passed a clean plate to Lilly to dry.

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About ten years ago, I suddenly came down with appendicitis. It was emergency surgery and there were some complications, so I had to stay in the hospital for a few days. By the third day I was up and around and feeling better. I would do laps around the ward with my wheeled IV stand squeaking and my cotton gown flapping behind me. I stopped at the nurses station and sweet-talked them into giving me a Coke, even though I wasn’t supposed to have anything but ice. They had an IV tube taped to my right arm going into the forearm, plus they had left an IV needle taped to the back of my left hand. It made eating and writing really awkward since I’m left-handed and didn’t like the idea of flexing my hand with a needle stuck in the vein.

Now, left to my own devices, I stroke off a couple of times a day and even when I’m sick I rarely miss a day. Since I was feeling pretty crappy before I went to the doctor, it had been four or five days since I had gotten any relief. There were friends, doctors, ministers, dieticians, nurses and orderlies in and out all day. Not a moments peace. I swear, my testicles felt like softballs as they swung unencumbered under my gown.

Finally, it was lights out around ten o’clock. I worked a crossword puzzle for a while to let things settle down. Good thing I was using a pencil, I couldn’t concentrate to save my life. I was thinking about Eileen, one of the day-shift nurses and how halkalı escort sexy she looked in her white uniform with the panty lines showing. After I had waited as long as I could stand, I put the magazine aside and turned the lights off. I slid the blankets down and pulled the gown flap aside. Cupping my balls, I was amazed at how big they felt. I grabbed the Kleenex box and put it on the bed next to me. This was going to be messy.

I took my time, partially because I wanted to enjoy the build up and partially because I was using my off hand and it was awkward. I had just gotten Eileen’s pantyhose down to her knees and I was thrusting away with two fingers when there was a light tap at the door. Shit. I barely had time to yank the blanket up before the nurse came in and flipped on the lights.

“You’re awake.”

“Yeah, I’m kind of a night owl.” God, she was beautiful. She had shoulder-length red hair like fine copper and a creamy complexion. I hadn’t seen her before. She was in green scrubs with a stethoscope looped around her neck. She had a beige plastic tray that had all her supplies. She put it on the counter by the sink. Her badge said Mary. Figures, I thought, a good Irish lass. She did the temperature and blood pressure check. Having her leaning over me and brushing my skin was making my cock stir again. She şişli escort checked the IV’s.

“Uh-oh, this one’s bleeding.”

There was some bright blood under the tape on my left hand. I must’ve snagged it on the blanket. She got a bandage and alcohol swab from her plastic tray. She cradled my left arm against her breast as she peeled off the old tape and swabbed it down. Even with her ripping the hair off the back of my hand, it was too much, my dick was like a chunk of petrified wood.

She glanced over at me and said, “How did you do that?”

I just blushed and didn’t say anything. She looked down and saw the Kleenex box and my cock barely hidden by the thin blanket. “Oh.” She put the large clear bandage over the IV in my hand. “It must be difficult with all that hardware.”

Being the smooth operator that I am, I said, “Yeah.”

Mary gently put my arm back on the blanket. I saw her take a deep breath and let it out. She went over and closed the door until it was just barely ajar. “I think I can help.” I just stared as she rolled down the blanket. She reached out and ran a finger along my shaft. My cock jerked at her touch. She curled her fingers around it and gave it a couple of strokes. I groaned softly and slid closer to the edge of the bed. She started sliding her hand up and down on my shaft. The head of my cock was nearly purple as she sarıyer escort ran the skin up over the crown. I was oozing pre-cum, which made it even slipperier. She leaned forward as she picked up the pace. My body was completely rigid. Suddenly, she stopped stoking. I opened my eyes just in time to see her lower her head and run her pink tongue around the head of my cock. I almost popped right then.

She stood up and I thought that maybe she had changed her mind. She took off her stethoscope and put it in the plastic tray. She brushed her beautiful hair back and leaned down, smoothly enveloping my cock in her warm, soft mouth. She gently fondled my balls and rubbed at the base of my cock. I could feel her tongue along the length of my shaft. Her hair was brushing my stomach and thighs. I was panting and thrusting into her mouth. I couldn’t hold back another second. I felt my balls tightening up. “I’m cumming,” I gasped. She just went, “Ummm.” I jerked like I had been electrocuted. I felt the powerful spurts, one after the other. On top of that, I felt her swallowing. I came as hard as I ever have in my life. Even after I stopped spurting, I could feel the cum oozing out. Mary kept swallowing until I was done. She slid her mouth off my semi-hard cock with a little pop that sent shivers through my body. She looked at me with an innocent smile and licked my cum off her forefinger. “You better get some sleep,” she said as she grabbed her tray and left.

The rest of the time I was in the hospital I stayed awake late hoping to return the favor, but I never saw her again. I didn’t want to make a fuss by asking too many questions about her. To this day, she remains both one of my favorite memories and my favorite fantasy since there is so much we didn’t do.

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I’m spending the week at the Sequoia RV Ranch, just eight miles from Sequoia National Park, with my friend, Catherine. She and I have been walking partners for most of the year and sexual partners for just as long. After a month apart, we are back together to spend time hiking and making love.

This morning we set out for a long hike along Sugar Pine Trail in Sequoia National Park. Our camping neighbors, Olivia and Abigail suggested we give it a try. They were going to hike along the trail as well.

I was cooking breakfast while Catherine took a shower in my travel trailer. I noticed that Olivia and Abigail had got an early start. Catherine and I made a pact that we would remain naked while we were inside the trailer. We have stuck to the agreement so far. I love her round Double-D boobs with crimson red nipples and she fancies my seven-inch cock. We have shared several sexual escapades already after just two days. So, after we enjoyed a pancake and sausage breakfast in the nude, we set out for the park.

We entered the National Park and made our way to Sugar Pine trail. We parked in the trail parking lot and noticed the only other vehicle in the lot was Olivia’s truck. We began our trek at the trailhead and figured we would run into our camping neighbors along the trail. We did run into them along the way, but it was not how we expected to meet them.

After hiking for over a mile, we heard faint noises in the distance. Catherine and I thought they were from some wild critters out in the fields. However, as we walked several more yards down the path, we came to a clearing and saw Olivia and Abigail laying on a blanket naked and enjoying each other’s company. We stood silently and watched them. Abigail was going to town on Olivia’s hairy pussy and then Olivia fucked Abigail with a strap-on dildo. This was too much for us to take so we drove back to the RV Park and made love in the camp shower. We skipped lunch and slept through the afternoon.

It’s getting close to 4:00 PM as I start to wake up. Catherine is still sleeping, and her hand is still resting on my cock. After the long nap, my cock is coming back to life. I take Catherine’s hand and wrap her fingers around my hard shaft. I lay back quietly and wait for her to come back to the living. For the time being I enjoy having her hand wrapped around my cock.

I flex my cock a few times to see if I can get her to wake up. I listen to her breathe quietly and feel her warm body against mine. I really wore her out earlier in the shower. Five more minutes pass and I am about to get up to look for something to eat. Catherine’s hand twitches and then squeezes my shaft. Her eyes flutter open and it takes a minute for her register her surroundings. She realizes she is in bed lying next to me with her hand around my cock. She strokes my seven-inch shaft as she comes back to life.

“Geez Rob, does this ever go down? I don’t know if I can take much more today.”

“I’ve told you before, you bring out the best in me and that includes my cock.”

“Well it is a lovely cock. Maybe I’ll give you a blow job later. Right now, I’m famished, let’s get something to eat.”

We get out of bed and I rummage around the refrigerator. I bring out cheese and crackers and some fruit. We sit around the table and recharge our bodies. I let Catherine know that I’ll barbecue chicken in a little while. I get up and lookout the window. Olivia’s truck is not parked next door. I wonder where our neighbors are, they can’t still be in Sequoia, can they. Catherine shrugs her shoulders. I brought the blender with us, so I mix up a batch of margaritas as a pre-dinner cocktail. We enjoy the peace and quiet of the park for the next twenty minutes.

“Thank you for the wonderful shower sex Rob. After watching Olivia and Abigail in the park, I was super horny. That was an incredible orgasm and you dropped quite a load of cum.”

“You were a tigress once again. You do bring out the best of me.”

Our quiet time is interrupted by a knock on the door. I get up and look out the window.

I whisper, “Its Abigail. Should I let her in?”

“Well not with your hard cock sticking out, you might scare her away. Go into the bathroom and put some shorts on, I’ll let her in.”

I grab my shorts and rush into the bathroom. Catherine gets up and opens the door.

“Well hi Abigail, come on in. What can we do for you?”

Abigail blushes, “Oh, I’m sorry, am I interrupting? If this is a bad time I’ll come back.”

“Not at all. Rob and I are enjoying a cocktail and appetizers before dinner. He is in the bathroom, he’ll be right out. I’ll pour you a margarita.”

Abigail is quite flustered, “But, but you are naked. I’m so sorry to intrude.”

“Nonsense. I’ll tell you a secret. Rob and I love to be nude whenever we are alone. I guess you could call us closet nudists. I hope it doesn’t offend you or make you uncomfortable?”

“Well no, not at all, it’s just a surprise. Actually, Liv and I do the same thing. We enjoy being naked halkalı escort whenever we are alone.”

“Then come on in and sit down, I’ll get that drink for you. Take your top off if it will make you feel more comfortable. Rob likes staring at beautiful tits.”

Abigail declines the offer and sits down. Catherine hands her a margarita as I step out of the bathroom. I have my cargo shorts on, so I won’t scare Abigail away with my raging hard-on.

“Well hello Abigail. What brings you around? Where’s Olivia?”

Abigail seems relieved that my cock is not on display, “Please, call me Abi. Olivia’s work called and told her she needed to go into the office to take care of some crises. It’s only thirty minutes away. Anyway, Liv said she would drive back in the morning. So, I thought it would be nice to come visit. I wanted to see the inside of your trailer, it seems so big compared to ours.”

I’m amazed, “Wow, she gets called on a Sunday, that’s inconvenient.”

“Yeah, she has to be on-call 24/7. She has one of those IT jobs where the computers must be working all of the time. Personally, I don’t understand technology.”

Catherine chimes in, “We understand completely. Rob was in IT for many years, after he drove those big trucks.”

Catherine looks at me and winks. You have to love a topless woman who covers for you. We invite Abi to stay for dinner. She declines at first, but we insist. It’s time for another little white lie.

“So Abi, did you get to hike along the Sugar Pine trail? We only made it as far as the Lodgepole visitor center. We had a lovely lunch in the village. Maybe we’ll get out tomorrow for that hike.”

Abigail tells us all about the great hiking at Sugar Pine. She said they took a picnic lunch and found a nice quiet spot to be alone and enjoy the nature. She said she was thoroughly wiped out by the adventure. I thought to myself, no doubt. After Olivia got the call from work, they came back, and she napped.

“I had better get the barbecue started for the chicken. And Abi, you are staying for dinner, we won’t let you say no.”

I head outside, grab the charcoal from the storage bin and get busy with the fire. I leave the ladies to their own devices.

Catherine pours another margarita for each of them.

“Eat and drink up Abi, you must be starving after your big hike. Cheers.”

“Thank you, Catherine. You know, that Rob is a good guy. He seems like a keeper.”

“Yeah, he does. He gets a little nutty sometimes and I must keep him in line. How’s the drink?”

Abigail smiles, “Its perfect, just what I need. I may need a few more to unwind. I hope you don’t get offended, but I think your boobs are absolutely gorgeous, so big and beautiful. And those stunning red nipples are to die for.”

“Well thanks Abi. Rob sure loves them. And I hear you have some gorgeous tits yourself. Nice stiff pink nipples? Rob was very impressed with your black mesh top.”

“That was Liv’s request. She is always wanting to show me off. I can never say no to her. I knew Rob was looking, so I stuck my boobs out and my nipples poked through the fabric. I hope you aren’t mad?”

“Not at all, I just wish I could have seen them.”

“There’s no reason you can’t. If you’re going to stay topless, I’ll join you.”

Abigail grabs the hem of her blouse and pulls it over her head. She is wearing a light green lace bra that pushes her breasts up and forms some enticing cleavage. She reaches around and unsnaps the bra. Her boobs pop free and bounce on her chest. Her pink nipples are stiff and poke out one-half inch.

“Abi, your breasts are beautiful and those pink nipples. Geez, my nipples are getting hard just looking at you. No wonder Rob was so excited yesterday.”

“He was? Wow. I didn’t realize I had that effect.”

“Well you do girl. Your tits are mesmerizing, so round and full. Are you a D-Cup?”

“Sort of between a large ‘C’ and small ‘D’. Liv thinks I’m perfect.”

“Speaking of Olivia, wow, does she have some big breasts. Rob was drooling all night long. He said she reminded him of his neighbor, Denise.”

“Yep, she’s a Double-G, her boobs are so much fun to play with and she has really sensitive nipples.”

The charcoal is ready for the chicken. We should be eating in forty-five. I hop back into the trailer and do a double-take. Abigail is sitting with Catherine and they are drinking margaritas with their tits out.

“Hello ladies, what’s the occasion?”

Catherine smiles, “Abi wanted to blend in. Since we stay naked in the trailer, she said she would join in. She’s baring her breasts as a start. Shall I get the chicken for you?”

The ladies continue drinking as if nothing is out of the ordinary. Catherine gets up and pulls the chicken out of the refrigerator. She lets me know that she and Abigail will fix the salad and noodles. I get the chicken started and hang outside to keep an eye on the grilling. Dinner tonight should be good with two pairs of tits to ogle.

Dinner şişli escort is a fun affair. The chicken is grilled to perfection complimented with salad, noodles and plenty more margaritas. I made sure Catherine didn’t overdo the drinking as I know how she gets, sleepy and horny at the same time. Abigail is a charming guest and talks a lot about her relationship with Olivia. Catherine and I have the impression that she is a submissive, we certainly saw that earlier today.

Once dinner is done I put on a pot of coffee and offer to clean up. We enjoy our after-dinner dessert. Abigail thanks is profusely and says it’s time to call it an evening.

“It’s going to be weird sleeping in the r-pod tonight. I might feel a little lonely since I have never slept there alone.”

I am about to invite her to spend the night with us. I have visions of a wild threesome. Catherine beats me to the punch.

“Hey Abi, how about if I join you for a little while until you are ready for bed? We’ve got a lot more girl-talk ahead of us.”

“That would be nice, but I don’t want to keep you and Rob apart.”

I speak up, “No problem Abi, Catherine and I had a full day of fun. I’m going to hit the hay early anyway.”

Catherine adds, “I’ll be over in a little while.”

We all get up from the table and Abigail hugs us both. Her firm round breasts press into my chest. I feel her nipples harden against my skin. Oh, it would have been fun to have a threesome tonight. If not for my cargo shorts, I’m sure my semi-erect cock would be trying to invade her sweet pussy. I watch their tits press together as Abigail hugs Catherine. Catherine plants a soft kiss on her cheek. My semi just became a full-blown hard-on.

Abigail opens the trailer door and starts to step down.

“Hey Abi, I think you forgot these?”

Catherine holds up Abigail’s blouse and bra. She hands them to Abigail.

“Oops, I forgot. Being topless feels so natural. It’s dark out here, so I think I’ll just run to my trailer with my boobs out. Hope I don’t get caught.”

We all laugh as Abigail scampers across the road. I shut the door and drop my shorts as I turn to Catherine. My seven-inch shaft springs to attention. She reaches down and grabs my cock. We share a loving kiss.

“I hope you don’t mind that I’m going over to Abi’s? She is such a doll and I love those gorgeous tits. Hopefully, I’ll get to play with them tonight.”

I tell Catherine about my secret fantasy of a threesome. But I understand her desire to have a girls’ night. I press my body against Catherine and enjoy the feeling of her boobs squished between us.

“Rob, a threesome would be fun, but I don’t think Abi has been with a man. At least I think she has limited experience. She said Olivia has been her constant companion since they were teenagers, if you know what I mean. And thanks for keeping your shorts on, I’m sure that required a lot of restraint.”

Catherine thanks me for cleaning up and for the coffee. The java sobered her up and now she is not sleepy anymore, just horny.

“Hey babe, did you bring your Fleshlight on the trip? You could use it to relieve the tension while you are fantasizing about Abi and me.”

“No, I didn’t. I figured we would be too busy getting it on. Don’t worry about me sweetie, I’ll be alright. You have fun tonight.”

“Well I have my vibrator in my overnight bag, if you want to use it. I know it adds a little kick to your orgasms. Hey, tell you what, lie back on the bed and I’ll treat you to a triple-threat before I leave.”

Catherine just made my night. Her triple-threat is awesome. I learned about her technique the first time I was at her house in San Luis Obispo. We were in her spa where she saw my cock for the very first time. She gave me the most incredible blowjob that curled my toes. I get onto my bed and lay on my back. Catherine climbs up and kneels at my side. My shaft sticks straight up. I flex my cock a few times making it dance around. Catherine grips the base of my root and squeezes.

“Hold on cowboy, mama’s going to curl your toes.”

Catherine wraps her left hand around my shaft and squeezes hard moving it rapidly back and forth. She uses her right hand to play with my balls, running her fingers around and around each one. She sucks as much of my cock as she can and applies a forceful suction while moving her tongue back and forth along the underside of the crown. She works my cock over and my climax builds quickly. Her rapid hand-job, ball squeeze and mouth suction, the triple-threat, has me on the edge in no time. The tingling sensation travels from the base of my cock up to my tip. Catherine knows how to make me cum on demand. I unleash several spurts of cum into her waiting mouth. She blinks and her eyes water as she takes all my seed. Catherine continues to pump my shaft and squeeze down on my balls until I feel faint.

“Oh my god, you did it again.”

Catherine pulls her mouth from my cock sarıyer escort while maintaining her tight grip and gulps down the load. She swirls her tongue around her lips, tasting my cum as she continues to swallow every bit of it. Finally, she smacks her lips with satisfaction.

“Mmm, best taste ever. I hope that holds you for at least a few hours. I’ll do it again first thing in the morning. That will be your reward.”

She plants a deep kiss on my lips. I open my mouth and welcome her tongue still coated with my fresh jizz. My body is like jelly, I can’t move a muscle. Catherine hops off the bed and grabs an oversized tee shirt from her closet. She pulls it over her amazing body. The bottom barely conceals her fluffy triangle of pubes.

“I think this is all I’ll need for tonight. I might even be a little overdressed. Wish me luck.”

Catherine heads over to Abigail’s r-pod, leaving me helpless in my bed. I don’t even attempt to get up. I look down to my toes, yup, they are curled.

Abigail hears a knock on her trailer door and opens it. Catherine is standing there in just an oversized tee shirt.

“Hi Catherine, please come in. I’m so happy you want to spend some time with me. I opened a bottle of Chablis, I hope you’ll join me?”

“Thanks Abi, I will have a glass or two. The coffee sobered me up, so I’m ready to imbibe again. This is such a lovely trailer, it feels so cosy.”

“Thanks, we really like it. It has a lot of nice amenities and this wonderful queen size bed.”

“Wow, I’m amazed they could fit such a big bed in such a small trailer. Is it comfy?”

“Yes, very comfy, come feel. Two people can sink right down into the mattress.”

Abigail hands Catherine a glass of wine while Catherine sits on the bed and tests it out. As she sits, her tee shirt rides up her hips and bares her pussy lips. A fact not lost on Abigail’s eyes.

“This is so comfortable Abi. Why don’t you come join me?”

“OK. Tell Rob thanks again for letting you come visit for a few hours.”

“Rob will be just fine. I gave him one of my classic blowjobs just before I came over. He’ll be good for the rest of the night.”

Catherine doesn’t let on that she plans to spend the entire night seducing and then making love with her new pal Abigail.

“You two seem to have a loving, and if you don’t mind me saying, a pretty sexual relationship. Olivia and I are good together, although she is the dominant one.”

Catherine takes a big gulp of wine, “Abi, I have a confession to make. We did hike along the Sugar Pine trail this morning. We were walking along and then heard some voices in the distance. When we turned a corner on the path, we spotted you and Olivia out in the field.”

“Oh my. Where we had our picnic?”

“Yes, I think we may have walked by after your picnic, because we saw you with your head between Olivia’s thighs. You were eating her pussy; we could see her hairy cunt. And then she pushed you away and used a strap-on to fuck you from behind. It was so very erotic. I made Rob take me home immediately and we fucked in the park showers for the longest time. I’m so sorry for spying on you two.”

Abigail is a bit shocked by this revelation, “So you saw me on my hands and knees and Olivia taking control?”

“Yes, I hope you don’t hate us. When I saw your awesome shaved pussy being slammed by the dildo, I thought to myself, there is a beautiful lady that deserves to be treated like a queen, not a rag doll. I would love to treat you like a queen tonight.”

“Catherine, I am so embarrassed. I don’t know what to say. Olivia has always been the dominant one in our relationship. She tells me what to wear, what to say, how to act. I’ve never been one to stand up to her, I guess I’m rather submissive that way. It’s OK, I don’t mind.”

“Well for tonight, let’s be equals. I want to make love with you. I want us to share many orgasms together all-night long. You are a beautiful lady with gorgeous boobs and you deserve to be treated like a beautiful lady. When you took off your blouse and bra, I nearly fainted. I couldn’t stop looking at your nipples, they are pink perfection. May I take off my tee shirt, and will you join me?”

Abigail is overwhelmed by her kindness. She puts her glass of wine on the bedside table and climbs onto the queen size bed. She removes her blouse and bares her round breasts. Abigail didn’t bother with a bra when she got back to the trailer.

“Catherine, have you been with a woman before?”

“Yes. I have a neighbour, her name is Lacy. She and I get together often, at least we used to. We loved to go to a nude beach and lay out. Then we would go to my place and share a strap-on. We took turns, it was so much fun.”

Catherine reaches over and strokes the side of her left boob. Catherine lifts her tee shirt up and off. Her tits bounce and shake as she throws the shirt on the floor.

Catherine extends two fingers to Abigail’s pink nipple, “May I?”

Abigail grabs her hand and presses it to her breast. Catherine feels the erect nub. She leans in to kiss Abigail on the lips. They share a soft kiss. Catherine hands her wine glass to Abigail; with her hands free, Catherine massages the firm tits in front of her.

“Gawd Abi, your boobs are so firm, they feel so good. I need to taste you.”

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Winter was just a total madhouse for everyone in our family. Both kids were signed up for nearly every extracurricular activity created by man. Muffy’s practice had gotten so big, she’d taken on a young assistant, just out of grad school, and of course it took a lot of time to mentor her and work her into the job. My job was hectic as always, but there were a lot more jobs that took me out on the road and I was often away for 2-4 days most weeks. It was not a good way to live.

To while away hours of hotel boredom, I made good use of every exercise facility I could get my hands on, with the result that by February, I was looking pretty buff, if I do say so myself.

Muffy, on the other hand, couldn’t seem to get it together with her busy schedule, and while she did lose weight, it was only in tiny increments, with the result that she was pretty depressed about it. I told she should just give some of her clients to the new girl and clear away a couple of hours around lunchtime to visit the gym. Somehow, clients or other crises always seemed to get in the way.

I got email updates from Ellen every now and then, but they were broadcasts to the whole class, and that wasn’t very satisfying.

As spring approached, my wife had pretty well decided that she wasn’t going to go to the reunion.

“I won’t know anyone. Those people mean nothing to me.” Then she got to the real heart of the matter. “You look so good now, I’d be ashamed to be seen with you. I am so fat and so dumpy looking.”

In spring, out of the blue, a deal involving a manufacturer in Rochester, NY, came up in the company. I asked to be put in charge of it with the result that in early May I’d have to make a trip out there to do an inspection. I could not believe my luck!

Since it was up to me when I went, I made sure that it was towards the end of a week. I also emailed Ellen. The next morning, I received a reply:

Ron, That’s great news! If you can wait until Friday, I will have the evening free, otherwise it will have to be a 1-hour lunch. I’ve got things on Wednesday and Thursday after I leave the school. Why don’t you come over to dinner? Looking forward to seeing you!! —Ellen

The night before I was to catch a plane east, my wife dragged herself into bed after 11, dead tired from a very long, hard day.

“You look like you could use a bit of TLC, my love,” I said to her. “How about a back scratch?”

She looked at me. “That would be great.”

Pulling back the covers, she sat up and removed the long t-shirt she had worn to bed, then lay back down on her side. I began to run my nails very lightly over her back and I could feel the tension leak away as she sighed.

While I worked on her, I was thinking of Ellen. What would she be like after all these years? I wondered what her husband was like. Probably, based on the two people I’d seen her get close to, he would be a bit overbearing. But being able to see her again, I could easily tolerate hanging around a dork for an evening.

Muffy, when she’s really tired, will often fall asleep while I scratch her back, and I thought that was the case that night.

Then she spoke. “Looking forward to your trip?”

“It’s just another in an endless series of trips from home. I’m going to be pretty busy.”

“That’s not what I mean. I’m talking about seeing your old school mate. You’ve told me you had a major crush on her all through high school.”

“Yeah, so? That was 20 years ago.”

“Have you though about her much over the years? You’ve told me many times about that night you graduated.”

Christ, where was this going? I’d been feeling pretty guilty about the fantasies I’d been having: Ellen’s husband having to work, leaving us alone; Ellen not even being married anymore. My mind (and hand) had been a blur the past two weeks thinking of all the possibilities.

It’s not that a had ever cheated on Muff. Lord knows, there’d been enough opportunities over the years, but I’d always held off. I didn’t want to hurt her or do anything to jeopardize our marriage.

But the fantasy of Ellen had become so much a part of my psyche that it couldn’t be torn away — or resisted. Since I’d been 14, I’d wanted to be able to touch her, pleasure her, make her cry out my name as I thrust into her. I knew it was useless to pretend that I wouldn’t take advantage of any chance I got with her. Through what my wife would have called “cognitive dissonance” if she were analyzing me, I could somehow justify stepping out of my marriage to be with my fantasy woman.

“Yes, Muffy,” I eventually answered, “I do occasionally think about it.”

“It’s always sounded to me like one of those seminal situations in your life, something that’s shaped who you are now.”

“I suppose so. You’re the doctor.”

She rolled over to face me.

“I am. And I’ve been thinking about this trip — a lot. I realize that after all these years of saying you were going to get in shape, and then never doing it, right after that phone call from halkalı escort your friend Ellen, you found the focus. Look at you now. You are even more handsome than you were when we met. I know what the impetus behind your transformation is.

“You think I don’t know about your collection of yearbooks and that every single one of them falls open to her photo. Do you still fantasize about her?”

I was really uncomfortable, but I knew I had to answer — and truthfully. “Yes. Sometimes.”

“Have you been fantasizing about her recently?”

“Yes. But that doesn’t mean—“

Muffy put two fingers to my lips. “Hush. I don’t want there to be any lying between us. For the 15 years we’ve been together, 15 wonderful years, we’ve never lied. Let’s not start now.”

“What are you getting at?”

She sighed. “All right, I’ll be blunt and honest. I know you’d like to fuck her. You always have. If she hadn’t been so dumb and blind in high school, you would likely be married to her now. But thanks to the fact that she had no sense, I captured the prize. I know you’ve often been frustrated sexually with me. I knew that I was probably driving you to a secret life, and it was pretty clear to me long ago that this involved Ellen. As long as you didn’t try to contact her or something, I felt secure. Then she called, and although you probably didn’t realize it, you changed. I’ve known and felt you thinking about her.”

“You’re right. I have. That doesn’t mean that I’m going to disappear this week and never come back. I love you, I love our kids and I love our life. That’s more important to me than any fantasy lover. I’ll make some excuse and not see her. I don’t want you to be worried the entire time I’m gone.”

“That’s not what I’m saying.” She went silent for a long moment. “I love you and I trust you, but I also don’t want to keep you away from seeing her. I know this means you could…might be tempted..” She was beginning to cry now. “Oh damn! I’m trying to say that if it happens, I want you to enjoy the evening without guilt.”

I was thunderstruck. First of all, I couldn’t believe that I’d been so transparent, but then Dr. Muff was a VERY able psychologist. She’d seen right to the heart of the matter. I could not believe she was being so generous, though. Here she was giving me permission to step out of our marriage if I wanted to. We’re not particularly religious, so our union didn’t have those added complications. However, we did take our relationship seriously, and what she’d just said was about the last thing I would have expected.

“I don’t know what to say.”

She leaned over and kissed me passionately. “Just say you’ll come home to me, no matter what.”

“I will, Marilyn, I will.”

She pulled back. “You haven’t called me Marilyn in years!”

“I want you to know how serious I am.”

Our lovemaking that evening was fierce and passionate. Maybe she was trying to remind me what it could be like at its best, to help me remember what I had at home, or maybe she’d just let go of something.

As we lay back in bed, covered in sweat, she said something that further astonished me, considering how she’s always felt about her practice.

“Tomorrow, I’m going to clear the middle of the day and start going to the gym. I won’t look any different when you get back, but in the next few months you’re going to see someone you won’t be able to keep your eyes or hands off of — no matter how many Ellen’s are in the room. And you can take that to the bank!”

I leaned over and kissed her tenderly. “Don’t worry. I will be back.”

Next morning, I boarded a plane heading into the unknown.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

The last few days had been hell. Here I was trying to close a big deal and only half my brain was functioning. I think I covered myself pretty well, but one of the execs I was working with asked at one point if I was feeling okay. Bearing down after that, I got through it all at the end of the day, but concentration was in short supply.

Each night, I’d gone to the hotel’s gym and worked myself into the ground, just so I’d be so tired I’d be able to fall asleep.

On the phone afterwards with Muff, we’d talk as if nothing momentous was happening in our lives. It was the usual conversations we always had about the kids, work, things around the home.

Thursday night, though, she closed off with, “Well, have fun tomorrow evening.”

My heart immediately started to pound. “Relax. Ellen will probably turn out to be 250 pounds, a mass of wrinkles and nasty, to boot, and with a very nasty and jealous husband. I probably won’t be able to wait to get out of there.”

“But if she isn’t, do what you need to, then come home to me.”

My mind was a mass of contradictions, my hands slick with sweat as I drove to the town outside of Rochester where Ellen lived. It was getting more and more rural. Finally, I turned onto the dirt road and about 2 miles down was the farmhouse where I would meet taksim escort my fate — maybe.

I pulled into the gravel drive and stopped, turning off the engine. There was one car parked closer to the house, old, sort of rundown-looking. The big red barn behind had definitely seen better days. As I opened the car door, I realized how quiet it had become and I drank that silence in.

Walking up onto the porch, shaded by two big maples, I knocked on the screen door. From the depths of the house came, “Just a minute!”

I watched her as she walked towards me. Ellen had changed but not much, and those changes filtered through the screen between us, appeared to have been for the better. I tried to calm the hammering of my heart.

“Ronny!” she cried as she opened the door, “I am SO glad to see you,” and gave me a hug.

“It’s great to see you, too,” I answered, drinking in her scent.

She stepped back, but kept her hands on my arms. “Let me look at you. The years seem to have agreed with you. Wow! You have kept care of yourself.”

I admired her, too. The most noticeable thing was that he hair was shorter, now just barely reaching her shoulders. Her face was thinner, probably just missing the baby fat of youth, and there were a few lines around her eyes. I couldn’t see how the rest of her had fared because she was wearing an ankle-length, flowered dress with a high neck line. Most women wear those to try to hide extra pounds. Her feet were bare.

“Come in, come in,” she said and grabbed my hand. “I’ve got dinner in the oven and we have some time to sit and catch up on all those years. Would you like some wine?”

“Sure.”

“Red or white?”

I shrugged. “Whatever you’re having.”

“White then. We’ll save the red for dinner.”

I’d also brought a bottle which I’d stupidly left in the car. She came out with me.

“This is a very expensive bottle,” Ellen said when I handed it to her. “It’s not the sort of thing you’d drink with pot roast.”

“You can save it for a special meal with your husband.”

Her body sagged a little and I knew I’d said the wrong thing, but my heart also began to hammer faster if that were possible.

“Um, you have a very nice place here. How big is it?”

“Fifty acres. We bought it as sort of a hobby farm. I’m going to have to sell it now, of course. It’s too bad. I love this place.”

We began to walk back to the house. “I’m assuming you and your husband aren’t together anymore? Sorry if that’s a painful question.”

She stopped and sighed. “No. Not really. When I spoke to you last fall we were heading towards a separation. He left before Christmas and called last week about making it permanent.”

“I’m really sorry to hear that.”

She said way too loudly, “Well, shit happens.”

Back in the house, Ellen disappeared into the kitchen and returned with an open wine bottle and two glasses. After pouring, we sat on opposite ends of the sofa and talked over old times as the room darkened with the setting of the sun.

Something in the kitchen dinged and Ellen excused herself. While she was gone, I looked around. The place was nicely decorated in “early farmhouse” but it wasn’t fancy, just comfortable. The TV across the room was a few years old. The wall where the stairs went up was covered with photos so I went over to look.

Most of them were of Ellen. Some were of her youth and she looked so familiar in them. Her grad photo was there and some others from various yearbooks. The later ones from college were very interesting because I could see her gradually age. Towards the top, several had obviously been taken down. At the very top of the stairs was a last one of her and it had an immediate effect on my cock.

It was in black and white and shot so that some of her was in deep shadow and very harsh light. What had my pulse racing was that she was naked. She was in profile with her far knee pulled to her chest, the near one stretched out. Her arms were wrapped around that one knee so that her one breast was pressed flat and the other exposed. You could also see the top of her bush. The expression on her face was sort of blank, as if she were deep in thought. Even if I didn’t have any sort of history with Ellen, I would have found it a VERY erotic photo. It looked as if it may have been taken not that long ago. The only difference in her appearance was longer hair.

From down below came, “Dinner’s served.” Ellen came into view at the bottom of the stairs and I was caught ogling her naughty photo. “Oh, there you are,” she said as she looked up. “Thought I’d scared you off with my whining.”

“Ah, no. I was just looking at all the photos,” I answered, somewhat flustered.

“Tom was an amateur photographer. He used to like taking pictures of me.”

If she’d realized I’d seen the last one, she made no sort of overt reference to being embarrassed. As I descended the stairs, I hoped she wouldn’t see that my cock was at half mast.

We ate beef şişli escort stew by candlelight in the dining room, and Ellen’s previous funk dissipated as we chattered about high school and our friends there. Being on the reunion committee, she had up-to-date information on just about everyone, as well as a lot of our teachers.

“So what about your life, Ronny?” she asked.

I told her, filling in the years for her. I even pulled out my wallet to show her photos of my wife and kids.

She grew wistful again. “Marilyn is very pretty. She has a nice smile, and your kids certainly show clearly who their father is. Your son looks an awful lot like a certain ninth grader who used to sit in front of me. You’ve been very lucky.” A tear trickled down her face.

I reached across the table and put my hand on top of hers. “I understand you’re having a hard time right now. Would you rather be alone this evening?”

Ellen looked up quickly. “No! Absolutely not. That’s the LAST thing I need. It’s good having an old friend around.”

“Want to talk about it?”

“I don’t like to burden people with my problems.”

“I’m not ‘people’. I’m an old friend.”

A tiny smile appeared on Ellen’s face but her moist eyes glittered in the candlelight. “It’s just that Tom’s lawyer had the divorce papers served on me in school today. I knew it was coming, but it was still a big shock.”

“How did things go so wrong for you two?”

She took a deep breath. “In a nutshell: kids. He wanted them and I couldn’t give him any. The doctors told me flat out that even if I did get pregnant, trying to have a baby would kill me.. For a while it didn’t matter — at least he said it didn’t matter. But the rot set in. We stopped talking, he hassled me all the time, even over little things, then one day he announced he was leaving. Turned out he’d knocked up a woman he works with, so now he’s going to have his goddamn family.”

“You must feel awful.”

“Not awful. Old and worthless.”

“That’s pretty harsh. You’re neither! You—“

“Ronny, I’m a frigging school secretary. I’m not even the head one. I couldn’t give my husband what he wanted most and now he’s gone. All I have is this house and he wants to sell it. Some days, it’s pretty hard just to keep going.” She wiped away her tears and smiled, but it had no depth. “Listen to me whining. I have someone I haven’t seen in 20 years and all I can do is whine.”

Picking up my wine glass I said, “You have a lot to complain about. I don’t mind listening to you, especially if it’s doing you some good. Pick up your glass and let’s toast to having a shoulder to cry on when you need it. Damn the torpedos!”

Ellen actually giggled as she picked up her glass and clinked mine. “To friends.”

I looked into her eyes. “To friends.”

The wine was gone and we’d eaten our fill of beef stew. She said, “Why don’t we have dessert in the living room?”

I got to my feet and Ellen was starting to do the same. As usual (how had I forgotten this about her?) she’d been sitting with one foot curled under her. When she put that leg on the floor and started to rise, she groaned and she sat down heavily, grabbing at her calf.

“Damn! Damn!”

“What’s wrong?” I asked, full of concern.

“Cramp,” she gasped. “I get them sometimes. Should have known better than to sit like that.”

I went over and picked her up easily.

“Ronny! What are you doing?”

Without answering, I carried her to the sofa and laid her down. “Do you have any massage oil?”

“Massage oil? No. What do want that for?”

“I’m good with these kinds of cramps. Is there olive oil out in the kitchen?”

“Sure. It’s on the counter.”

I was back in a moment. Sitting at the end of the sofa, I opened the bottle, poured a bit into one hand and warmed the oil by rubbing both hands together.

“Can you pull your dress up a little?”

Ellen stopped rubbing her calf and looked at me. “Do you know what you’re doing?”

“Yes. My mom tends to get these things in her legs. I’m just going to ease the muscle tightness a bit. You won’t even know you had one of these when I get done.”

She pulled the long dress up to her knees and lay back. Those luminous eyes were big and anxious-looking as I put a dish towel on my leg to protect my pants, then put her left foot up on it. Then I began to spread the oil on my hands onto the back of her leg. Once it was oiled, I began to gently work the muscles.

Ellen sighed. “That really does feel good. It was fortunate you were here. I would have been hobbling around tomorrow like an old lady.”

I smiled but didn’t answer. The cramp was easing up nicely and I could feel the tension flowing out of the rest of her body, too.

Her skin was soft and very warm. As I worked I thought about the situation. Things just hadn’t worked out the way I’d been imagining all these years. Ellen was obviously in a very vulnerable state because of a number of things she’d told me about and probably dozens of other she hadn’t. The last thing she needed was to have to tell me, whether it was gently or harshly, that my advances weren’t welcome. My stupid seduction ideas had turned to naught. Right now, this woman whose allure I’d carried inside of me for so many years needed a friend, not a lover.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: This story owes a great debt to “Six Times a Day” and its author, spacer_x, along with many others.

——-

Dinner was supposed to start at eight pm. Josh paced the length of his room back and forth, his semi-hard cock bouncing freely. He was horny, but he’d promised Lana that he wouldn’t touch himself. He couldn’t stand the thought of slogging through dinner with his mother — her being the cause of his boner — and some stranger, without the benefit of a pre-dinner wank.

For what seemed like the hundredth time he looked at the last text conversation on his phone.

Josh: Can I seen you tonight?

Lana: Eager boy! I love it. Yes, I want to see you tonight. Do you have a hard cock waiting for me?

Josh: You bet I do. About to tame the beast right now.

Lana: Don’t you dare. You will not touch yourself until I say so.

Josh: When should I call you?

Lana: No touching!

Josh: I have a dinner thing with my mom tonight. When will you call?

Josh: When will you call?

Josh: Hello?

And that was where she left it, over an hour ago. He did some quick math in his head. He had an hour more until dinner started, probably two hours of vapid conversation while trying not to stare at his mom’s tits, and then very likely another hour on top of that before he could meet Lana at the Kit Kat Club. His balls felt like lead weights clunking around in his sack. Pornographic images of his mother, of Lana, and of every woman he’d ever met flickered through his mind in a most unhelpful way. The more he tried to ignore the pressure in his groin, the more he dwelled on it. It went on like this, buzzing around in his head until the doorbell finally rang, at which point he was delighted to have some distraction, however tedious.

“Josh, can you come down?” came a call from downstairs. “My friend Maggie is here.” Josh double-checked himself in the mirror. It occurred to him that he’d managed to seduce one older woman (though “seduce” was probably not the most accurate term when it came to Lana). The chance that he might score twice in a row was not inconceivable. Maybe he shouldn’t be so quick to dismiss Maggie, this new friend of mom’s.

He took the stairs two at a time and arriving at the bottom, nearly shouted out in surprise. Standing in front of him, in his own living room, and standing right next to his mother, was Lana.

She had a pleasant but wholly unreadable smile plastered on her face.

“Josh, this is Maggie. Maggie, Josh,” said Allie.

Lana put her hand out to shake, which Josh dumbly accepted. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” said Lana. “Your mom’s told me all about you. You sound like a wonderful young man.”

Allie led the way into the kitchen, followed by Lana, with Josh lagging behind, unsure if this was reality or some terrible dream. They gathered around the high counter.

“I still have a little cooking to do,” said Allie. “Josh, can you pour some wine?”

Josh took the wine bottle and three glasses from the shelf. As he set the glasses down on the counter, Allie turned her back towards the oven. Josh took this as an opportunity to shoot a hard, questioning look at Lana. Lana put a finger to her lips to silence him. Josh grimaced, trying with all his might not to shout out the question that was on his mind. Lana snatched the wine bottle from his limp hand and poured two normal sized glasses and a third glass that nearly overflowed. That she handed to Josh.

Without taking her gaze from him, Lana called out, “You have a lovely looking yard, Allie. Can I take a closer look?”

“Of course. Josh, can you show her the way out?” Allie replied.

Josh strode towards the back door and threw it open, stepping into the twilight. He heard the door close softly behind him. He rounded on her immediately. But before he could even speak, Lana was on him, kissing him deeply, wrapping her arms around him. Her soft curves crushed into his chest and legs. She felt so warm. He knew it was a ploy, but all his anger fell away nonetheless.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he whispered as they finally pulled apart.

“I’m here for dinner, of course. Your mother invited her friend and co-worker, “Maggie.”‘

“That’s… that’s impossible. How do you even know my mom?!”

“You told me everything I needed to know, Josh. You told me her name. You told me where she worked. You told me about her likes and dislikes, her personality, everything.”

Josh stood there, agape. He was seething. He’d trusted her, and now she came marching into his house ready to burst all his secrets wide open. Not knowing what to say, he stood, arms folded, looking out into the darkening backyard.

“Most importantly, though, you told me how much you loved her. You wanted to be together. I’m just here to help make that happen.”

“What do you — what, now?!” Josh exclaimed.

“Maybe,” she said. “We’ll have to see how it goes. But I couldn’t let you two staying sarıyer escort in this holding pattern forever.”

Then she took him by the hand and led him back inside.

“Oh good,” said Allie as the pair made their way back into the kitchen. “Dinner is ready, so grab a seat.”

Josh made sure to grab the bottle of wine from the counter before he sat.

“Dig in!” said Allie.

Now that his initial burst of adrenaline had subsided, he could process what was happening. His two favorite women in the world were seated here, at his dining room table. And what’s more, they genuinely seemed to like each other’s company.

Both women were dressed to kill, looking more ready for a nightclub than a simple dinner at home. Lana wore a black dress that covered her cleavage but pulled tight around her chest, gathering her tits up into an impressive stack. It was cut quite short and showed off her long, olive legs.

Allie wore a white dress that was more modest around the thigh, but with a deep gouge down the center that emphasized the swells of her breasts. They were already chatting away and acting as if Josh wasn’t even in the room. As Allie talked and laughed, her tits were constantly given to that mesmerizing wobble as they bounced against each other.

It was nearly impossible to look away, then he remembered Lana’s lessons about acting more adult, so he dove into the conversation, though not without taking the opportunity to give Lana a bit of a hard time.

“So, Maggie,” he emphasized her name. “Where are you from?” Without missing a beat, she went off on a long story about her growing up in the Midwest. He couldn’t tell what was fact and what was fiction, but she told the story with charm and wit. Apparently she’d already related these tales to Allie, because Allie kept prompting her for punch lines and additional details. They roared with laughter, and Josh noticed that Lana kept a constant eye on the level of drink in each person’s glass.

They continued through salad, main course, and dessert in much the same way. As always, Josh and his mother fell into their natural rhythm and were completely at ease in each other’s company. While Josh never would have believed their special relationship could accommodate a third, Lana proved him wrong.

With the wine starting to go to his head as well as his bladder, he left the table for the bathroom. With the door closed and the lights dimmed (and bladder drained), he was able to take a moment for himself. The dinner couldn’t have gone more smoothly. But what would happen next? What did he want to happen? He couldn’t be sure. Probably just surviving dinner without his mom figuring out who “Maggie” really was, and what she’d been doing with her son for the last few weeks.

Still, somewhere in the back of his head, tucked away under all the wishes that this evening simply blow away, uneventfully, there lay a seed of lust. After all, Lana knew perfectly well about how Josh felt about his mother, knew that he desired her in a way that sons should never feel. In fact, it was obvious to Allie herself, though they both seemed intent on repressing it. The only thing he could be sure of was that Allie did not know anything about he and Lana. He didn’t want her to know, not because he thought it might blow his chances with her, but because he didn’t want her to feel like second-best. He loved his mom first and foremost. Lana had simply gotten to his pants first.

So there lay the dilemma: the instant availability of lustful consummation with Lana, or the love and devotion to his mother that would quite possibly never be fully realized. He felt like he had to choose, in order to spare both their feelings. With a strange finality burning inside him, he knew he’d made his choice.

When he re-entered the dining room area, he found Allie and “Maggie” speaking in hushed voices and giggling. Lana had a hand on his mother’s knee, which he found incredibly erotic. Allie’s back was to Josh, so she hadn’t seem him come back. Lana had, though. Without taking her eyes away from Allie’s, she slowly stroked Allie’s knee while they talked. She knew it would drive him crazy to see such a sight.

It did, so much so that Josh tripped on the a strip of floor trim and caught himself. Allie perked up and spotted him, blushing deeply.

Lana didn’t miss a beat, though, taking their private conversation and putting it right in the center of the room. “I see what you mean,” she said. “He’s quite a handsome young man.”

Allie blushed even further. “I didn’t say… well, yes, of course he’s handsome.”

“Josh, come over here,” said Lana, waving him over. Once he was at their side, she looked him up and down. “You must work out.”

“Yeah,” said Josh, unsure where this was going. “Yeah, when I get the chance.”

“Well you must get quite a few chances with muscle tone like that. Lift up your shirt.” And before Josh could respond, esenyurt escort Lana lifted up the front of his t-shirt and revealed his stomach. He was no Adonis, but there was the shadow of a six-pack in there.

“There,” she said, slapping it with a hand, “good genes and a good workout routine and look what you get. Feel it.” Allie didn’t raise a hand, but her eyes were transfixed on Josh’s bare stomach. He was close to her, very close.

“Go on,” said Lana, and she took Allie’s hand and pressed it to his stomach. Her hand was like fire. He felt his flesh move underneath her, felt the heat rising from under his beltline.

“Yes, it’s good, isn’t it?” said Lana in a slow and soothing voice. “You know, Josh, your mother’s been working out, too. Have you noticed?”

“Of course I have,” he said. “She looks great.”

“Well don’t tell me, silly. Tell her. Your mother’s a woman as well as your mom, and a woman likes to be complimented.”

Josh turned his head from Lana to Allie, who’s eyes seemed fixed to her hand, still grasping Josh’s abs. He could feel the wine sloshing around in his brain, eroding barriers one at a time. He wondered if she was feeling the same. She looked up at him slowly.

“You look really great, mom.” He tried to convey everything he wanted to say into the phrase.

“Thank you, Josh.” He thought, perhaps, that she might be trying to say something, too.

Then the moment was startled by a phone ringing. Lana was already in her purse, grabbing for it. “Oh, shit,” she said, “It’s my business partner. I need to take this. Is there a room I can use?”

“Sure,” Allie said. “Use my bedroom. First door upstairs.”

“Thanks,” said Lana. “I’ll be about 15 minutes. Do you guys want to watch a movie or something? I’m having such a good time and I need to let some of this alcohol wear off. You can get started without me.”

Then she shot up the stairs and Josh and Allie were alone.

There was a long pause. Allie had pulled her hand away from Josh’s stomach when the phone rang, but he was still standing unusually close to her.

“So…” said Allie unsurely.

“Movie?” offered Josh.

“Yeah. Sounds great.”

She insisted he leave the dishes for the morning and went for the living room. Josh kept the lamps dim. Something about the situation seemed that it would evaporate in too harsh a light. Josh sat down on one end and Allie took the middle, so as to leave room for “Maggie” when she returned, she explained.

The air was heavy and silent. Josh didn’t want to get into a prolonged discussion about which movie to pick so he just popped in what he could find within reach, some comedy they’d both seen too many times. His mind was on what might happen in the next few minutes. The last time they’d sat together on this very couch, Allie ended up with her shirt off and her head resting in his crotch.

He sat and they watched in silence for several minutes. Lana was not here, so they could try to get comfortable with each other again. But she would come back eventually, and he was sure his mother didn’t want to let things progress to far with an outsider in the house… that was if she even wanted things to progress again at all. He couldn’t bring himself to make eye contact with her and felt the old familiar tension build up in his stomach again. To act or not to act. He’d made his decision earlier in the evening. He would not let Lana come between them. No matter how pleasurable it was. He loved his mother and wanted her, completely, though he was willing to settle for only what she would offer.

Just then, Allie gave a little start and rolled one of her shoulders.

“Are you okay?” he asked tersely.

“Yeah… yeah.” She stared straight at the screen as she spoke. “It’s just my shoulder. I must have pulled it earlier.”

The wave of danger and opportunity stole over him as he realized what she meant by this. “Do you want me to rub it for you?”

“Oh… only if you don’t mind.” Her breathing came in short, shallow huffs. She turned and offered her back to him. His hands found her body immediately, and she softened at his touch, her shoulders dropping down in relaxation.

He was here, touching her again, letting his fingers run over her shoulders and neck, gently brushing away her hair. She felt soft and yielding, a mature woman. A certain heat rose from her, and a smell of intoxicating perfume. He hadn’t noticed it before, but now that he was so close, he couldn’t have pulled himself away if he tried.

He didn’t have to say a word. The moment his fingers snagged on the bra straps, she pulled them aside, bringing the shoulders of her dress down. The dress was already cut deeply at the neck, and now her breasts practically fell out of front by there sheer weight, still clad in a gauzy black lace. He wanted to seize upon them, to squeeze her tits and pull her nipples, but he couldn’t bear the thought of her becoming upset, of pulling away.

As avrupa yakası escort his hands rubbed over her shoulder and down the her chest, moving ever downward, both began to breathe deeply. He could feel the alcohol now, and was sure she could too. The barriers had been washed away. They were free to act.

A little cough came suddenly from the doorway. Lana stood there, a hand on her hip and an eyebrow cocked. She said nothing and only smiled, rather like a lioness.

“Oh god,” said Allie, her voice choked. “Oh god, no.” She stood up, fumbling with the shoulder straps of her bra. “I’m so sorry. Josh, I’m sorry.” She was practically in tears as she shot past Allie and ran up the stairs. He heard the door to her bedroom slam.

Josh looked at Lana, helpless. He had no idea what to say or do. Part of him wanted to chase her out the door and berate her for setting him down this path. But a greater part of him just wanted help. He had no clue what to do.

Lana seemed to understand the situation completely.

“Sit here,” she said. “Do nothing. Say nothing.” Then she crossed and brushed back his hair from his forehead. “Everything will be fine. I promise.”

Without another word, Lana started up the stairs. He heard a knock, then the creak of his mother’s bedroom door open and close.

He sat for nearly twenty minutes in complete silence. Listening for a sign as to what might be happening a floor above him. Then the door opened and he heard Lana’s voice.

“Josh, can you come upstairs please?”

———————————

When Josh reached the top of the stairs, he found the door to his mother’s bedroom cracked open. It was dark. The hall light was off and only a tiny nightlight on the far wall illuminated her room. Lana was sitting on an ottoman near the door, but his eyes were drawn to the bed. The drapery had been lowered on his mother’s four-poster bed so it was shrouded in a wispy, lilac fabric. He saw a shadowy figure shift around on the bed and knew his mother had to be inside.

The whole effect was bizarre and mysterious. He was reminded of the dream state he’d felt walking through the Kit Kat Club the first time, following Lana through the dark hallways, being led towards god knew what.

Lana made a gesture towards the chair beside the bed, and Josh sat.

“Allie, I think you have something you wanted to tell Josh. Isn’t that right?”

“If you say so… Lana.” She said the last word with some venom, but mostly she sounded exhausted.

“You and I already talked about all that. I apologized for lying about my name and you forgave me, so let’s not start all that again.”

From behind the veil, Allie gave a heavy sigh, then began.

“Josh, first I want to apologize to you. The last few months, everything’s gotten so… so out of control. I never wanted this to happen. Any of it.”

Josh leaned in, struggling to find the break in the drapery so he could get to her. “Mom, it’s okay. I…”

“No, don’t speak. Please. Just let me get it all out.”

Josh fell back into the chair, silent. She continued.

“I am a terrible mother. No, don’t say anything. I know I am. I was a good mother once, I think. But these new… sensations… I can’t square them against what I know a ‘good mother’ should look like. And I’ve… well, I’ve accepted that.”

She took a pause, then continued.

“There was a night. God, it seems like a long time ago, but it was probably a couple months. You might not even remember it, but there was a night that you came home late. I had been watching TV on the couch and I fell asleep. You can in and I woke up, but for some reason I didn’t want you to know I was awake. You came into the living room. I sensed you looking at me. Then I realized that my shirt had ridden up high and you could see… well, maybe you could see some of my body. I was going to pull it down, but something stopped me. I wanted… I… I didn’t stop you from looking.”

“It’s okay, Allie. Keep going,” said Lana in her low, smoky voice.

“You went upstairs. A few minutes later, so did I. I was just going to go to bed, really, but I heard a sound, like moaning. I knew you were watching a porno. I knew you must be… be masturbating.”

Josh knew exactly the night she was talking about. Of course he knew. It seemed impossible, but it was the same night that he felt something awaken inside of him. Something that seemed wrong but inexorably enticing.

“I listened at the door. I touched myself too. I couldn’t help it.” She gave a little shudder then continued. “I cried all night. I knew it was wrong. A mother, doing — that — and thinking about her son. I could be arrested. I should have been. I mean, god, in any other civilization I would have been taken out and stoned to death!”

She paused for a long time. Josh was silent, as was Lana. He shot her a furtive glance, but she seemed to indicate for the silence to go uninterrupted.

“You see, since your father passed away, I had just closed off that part of my life. I suppose I thought about sex from time to time, but more in an abstract way, like an old hobby that I should pick up again if I only had the time. I didn’t even do it to myself. There was just no spark there. My life was you, and my job, and my home.

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*****

Erin was sitting at the kitchen table, eating her breakfast alone. She could hear her dad in the bathroom, taking his shower. Her mother was already gone for work and she would spend her day alone with her father. She was just a bit too sick to go to school, a nasty cold that threatened to become a flu. A day at home should do wonders.

Her father was also going to be there, as he had planned to work at home today. Erin sighed, thinking that she could have had a day all alone. It wasn’t that she didn’t like her dad, but being alone was a rare luxury. If she had been alone today, she would have spent the day in her pjs, sleeping as often as she would have liked. Between her naps, she would have watched too much tv, eaten too much junk food, masturbated too often and done nothing else. She could still do that with her father around, but it wouldn’t be the same thing.

Besides her cold, Erin wasn’t feeling all that good anyway. She had been single for the past year, having rejected the guys, or males, that had only wanted to sleep with her. There was nothing wrong with sex, but she wanted something more. Erin wasn’t ready for marriage or anything like that, but she was tired of boyfriends that were no more than friends with whom she had sex. Sadly, she had not found any suitable guy.

And so her fingers had worked their magic overtime in the past few months. She had been tempted by one night stands a few times, had even allowed herself to say yes to two of them a few months ago. But while the nights themselves were pretty fun, it wasn’t scratching her itch. If anything, it had made her masturbate more often afterwards.

Maybe that was why, when Erin saw her dad walk out of the bathroom with only a towel on, she had growled low in her throat. Erin’s dad was a big solid man, standing way over six feet tall with wide shoulders, big arms and big thighs. He was walking towards her with a concerned smile on his face.

It wasn’t the first time that Erin reacted to her dad as a female could react to a male. Not at all. For about two years now, her sexual feelings for him had grown through the taboo. For most of that time she had felt ashamed of those feelings. Eventually though, she had simply accepted them. It wasn’t as if something could happen anyway.

When he grabbed the huge bag of dog food with one hand, Erin saw his muscles flexing and this time she had to bite her moan down. “Shit!” she thought. “I really need to find a guy that will fuck me properly!” Her dad put away the dog food and came to sit with her at the table. Sitting like this, with only his torso visible, it looked like he was naked. And powerful. And muscled. And… “Damnit!” Erin thought, feeling her face turn slightly red, “This has to stop!”

He asked how she was feeling and they talked for a bit before he began reading his newspaper. Soon he started doing his crosswords, and Erin was sure that he was completely oblivious to the effect he was having on her. She was breathing faster, was pretty sure her face was turning redder and redder, and couldn’t keep from looking at his pecs and arms. It was strange to see such a piece of a man doing crosswords, but that wasn’t enough to distract Erin.

Nothing sexual had ever happened between the two of them even if she fantasized about it. Even if, she thought with a smile, she knew she looked a lot like how her mother had looked twenty years ago. Just a couple of weeks ago, as she came out on the patio wearing a bikini, her mother had said to her dad “Look, dear. Doesn’t she look just like me when I was younger?”

Her dad had looked at her from head to toe for a second, then smiled and nodded to his wife. “Yep, she does!”

Erin had felt weird about that situation, but even though she had been looking for it, she hadn’t see any sign that would have indicated that her dad had looked at her as a woman. She was just his daughter. And it was the same thing right now. Erin hadn’t put a bra on before coming out of her room this morning, and she was aware that her pyjama top was rather thin and tight. An old pyjama couldn’t really contain breasts that a 34D bra barely could. Any guy in the world would have noticed her large breasts. Any guy but her dad.

Erin sighed. She wasn’t really hoping that something would happen between them. “My fever still isn’t high enough!” she thought. She may fantasize about him from time to time, but that was it. She knew that her overworking imagination was just the result of her self-imposed celibacy. Still… This morning, feeling as down as she did, if he offered her to take her to his bed… “Shit!” Erin thought again. “Think about something else, you naughty wench!” Erin smiled, but her father was focused on his game and so missed it.

When her father dropped his pencil on the floor, Erin didn’t think much about it. When he said that it was all the way on her side, she only nodded and bent down to get it. Even when she had to kneel on the istanbul escort floor to reach it, she didn’t realize what was about to happen. It’s only when she turned around that she realized that her father’s cock was dangling between his legs, fully visible. And oh my gods! All of it’s wonderful length. All of it. Erin’s eye grew wide as she stared at it, marvelling at its girth and length, at how thick and heavy it looked as it hung there, half-way off the chair.

Erin closed her mouth and shook her head before getting back up. As she gave her father his pencil, she didn’t look at him and lowered her head. If she had feared being red-faced before, she knew she was now. “Erin, are you alright?” Damn it! He noticed!

“Yes.” she said, still not looking at him, pretending to be focused on her iPhone.

“You’re all red… Do you have a fever?” he asked, getting up and reaching for her forehead.

Erin resisted the urge to say “Yes I do, please take me to your bed to make it all better.” Instead she simply let him touch her.

“Hmmm. You do feel hot.”

In her mind, Erin’s mental voice replied “I am hot, I’m burning for you dad… Take me on the table, right now!” Erin’s eyes widened in shock: she had never consciously had these kinds of explicit thoughts before. Out loud, she said “Yeah. I don’t feel so good. Maybe I’ll go take a nap.”

“Good idea.” her father said. “Want me to carry you like I used to do?”

Erin laughed, shaking her head, but inside her little voice was screaming “Yes, carry me to your bed and fuck your little girl’s brains out.”

She stood up and walked to her room, closing and locking the door behind her. “What the fuck is wrong with me? That’s not right!” she wondered. “Maybe I do have a fever and my mind’s going haywire!” She threw herself on her bed and quickly turned on her back. A quick check with her fingers confirmed what she had felt: her pussy was drenched. Grinning, she thought “Well, at least that’s a good way to fall asleep!” as she pushed her fingers under her pyjama bottom again.

***

Steven still had a fatherly smile on his lips as he watched Erin disappear into her room. But even though he was genuinely concerned for his daughter’s health, he couldn’t have missed her nipples as they poked through her top. Nor could he have missed her breasts swinging as she walked, clearly without a bra. Holding his head in his hands, he sighed. “That’s not right… That’s not right…” he thought, unknowingly echoing his daughter’s thoughts.

Steven dearly hoped that Erin had no idea that he had unfatherly feelings for her. But ever since she had bloomed into a woman during her teens, his worst fears had come to pass: he was living with a sexually active teenager and his mind didn’t seem to care much about the fact that she was his daughter. He was pretty sure that some sick part of his mind actively enjoyed the taboo.

He remembered when his wife had mentioned how Erin looked like she had. Of course she did! And of course he had noticed! She was just as beautiful, just as sexy. He had prayed to all the gods he knew that neither Erin or his wife had noticed his erection when he had looked at her wearing her small bikini. His wife would be revolted, and so would Erin. Shit. Weren’t fathers supposed to be immune to their daughter’s sexiness? He certainly wasn’t.

When Erin was younger, it was fun to hear everybody telling them that she was the spitting image of her mother. But now, as she walked around wearing tank tops, bikinis or short skirts, it wasn’t as funny for him. Steven had met his wife at a huge party, and after an hour or so, he had decided to go and talk to the girl he had found the sexiest of them all. Three years later, they were married, the happiest day of his life.

But now, twenty years later, he was seeing that same devilishly sexy girl every day. And it was his fucking daughter! His wife was still very beautiful and desirable, but the years had changed her. His brain, despite being 20 years older, was still turned on by the same type of women, so every time he saw his daughter… Shit. He sat back at the table and tried to concentrate on his crosswords. He had barely been able to do it while she had been sitting across from him, sexy as hell even with her cold. Steven sighed and tried to focus on something else than his daughter’s breasts.

A few minutes later though, he got up, frustrated. He was not going to be able to focus on anything this morning. As he got up from the chair, his towel fell down. He grinned, happy that Erin hadn’t been around, but as he wrapped it back again, he suddenly frowned. “Had she… Damn… Had she seen my cock when she bent down to get the pencil? Crap! That was why she was red-faced! Shit!” he thought.

Taking a deep breath, Steven walked silently to her room. If she was already asleep he didn’t want to wake her, but if not, he felt like he had to talk avcılar escort to her about it. But as he leaned closer to her door, he heard something that would change the rest of his life. He had expected to hear utter silence if she slept, or maybe a few snores, or maybe the sound of her typing on her laptop or watching youtube. Instead, he heard her moaning very softly “Oh yes… Fuck me daddy!”

Steven felt his heart almost burst in surprise. If he hadn’t been listening in very carefully, he would have never heard that. And maybe she wouldn’t have said it if he hadn’t crept silently to her door. “What the fuck am I supposed to do with that?” he wondered. Then again, looking down and seeing his cock tenting the towel, his body knew exactly what it wanted to do. Briefly, very briefly, he had an image of him entering her room and jumping on her bed to fuck her silly.

But Steven shook his head and carefully walked away from the door. But not before he heard “Fuck me daddy… Fuck me with your big cock!” By the time Steven went to his room and closed the door behind him, he was breathing hard. When he removed the towel, his cock sprang up mightily and reflexively he grabbed it. Once again the images of him mounting Erin, from behind this time, burst into his mind. He pumped his cock a few times before stopping.

Like his daughter ten minutes earlier, he dropped on his bed and sighed, his mind filled with completely taboo erotic images and impulsions. And, like Erin, he eventually gave in to those images. He didn’t know it at the time, but Erin would have given a lot to be able to see him like this: naked, on his back, his huge cock in hand, masturbating while thinking about her.

He didn’t last very long as his mind proved very creative once he moved past the taboo. As jets of his cum landed all over his chest and belly, Steven realized that he hadn’t climaxed like this in months, maybe years. Rather than assuaging a forbidden desire, this climax had only deepened it. “I’m so fucked…” he thought before cleaning himself up.

***

Erin didn’t manage to find sleep after all. Her climax had been mind-blowing, but somehow she just wasn’t tired enough. It was, after all, just 9 in the morning. After getting out of bed she wondered if she should dress properly. She had pushed her pyjama bottoms off as she masturbated, and was now wearing only her top. It covered about half of her thighs. She wondered what her father would say or do if she came out of her room like this. No panties, just this top… Grinning wickedly, she decided to try it. If he got angry, she could just blame her fever!

When she walked out of her room, feeling naughty and sexy at the same time, she didn’t see her dad anywhere. When she went to the fridge to get an apple, she felt really exposed as she bent over. She went to the living room and crashed on the couch. Looking down at her legs, she laughed as she saw that in her current position, she was pretty much everything she had was out in the open. She managed to find a half-way decent position, both her legs turned to one side, and turned the tv on.

When her dad came back down from his room, he was only dressed in a pair of training pants. No sox or shoes or shirt. So once again she was forced to look at her father’s chest, her favorite body part. When he saw her, he came and squatted right in front of her on. Erin got suddenly very nervous: if she opened her legs just a bit, he would see right up to her pussy. When the wild thought “Well, I’ve seen him…” crossed her mind, Erin tried her best to let her excitement show.

A few minutes later, making sure that she was alright, he got up and went outside to work out. He liked doing that on warm summer days. She had watched him do that a few times, but now, in her current state, she nearly jumped up in eagerness to watch him. She stood by the backyard door and watched in fascination. Because of the sunlight shining on him, he probably wouldn’t see her even if he looked her way. And in any case, the windows only cam down to her belly button.

Grinning, Erin thought that even if he could see her, he wouldn’t know that she was masturbating. How naughty was she! Standing there, only thirty minutes after her last climax, and she was already fingering herself. “Feverish or not, I am burning up!” she thought as her first moan slipped through her parted lips. As her father worked on his back muscles, lifting weights in large arcs on either side of his body, Erin looked at them rippling in the sun. She had never had a boyfriend as powerful as her dad, mainly because few guys her age could be as big.

Her father wasn’t big because he spent hours working out everyday. He had just been lucky genetically. But the fact that he did work out a couple of times a week had turned a big guy looking slightly fat into a leaner powerful male. The first time Erin gasped as a peak of pleasure rose higher, she giggled. Then, on impulse, she pulled şirinevler escort out of her pussy, grabbed the door’s handle and opened the door.

As she walked next to her dad across the yard, she knew he was watching her. He couldn’t miss or ignore her. Most of her legs were on display, and her two large, free breasts swung enormously as she walked. But most of the way to her car to get her bag, her invented reason, was past where he was, she couldn’t see him. At her car, she opened the door and leaned in, feeling that most of her ass was exposed. But because of the door, her dad wouldn’t have been able to see anything.

And then, bag in hand, she walked back to the door. And this time, as she felt her breasts bouncing lewdly, she could see him looking. And staring. For a few seconds he just stared at her breasts and then stole a glance at her thighs. She deliberately didn’t look at him too long because she didn’t want him to feel like she had caught him. As she was passing him, she smiled and didn’t say anything.

Inside the house, with the door closed, Erin laughed, pleased with her little stunt. She knew her dad was a breast man: her mother was the proof of that. While he hadn’t looked this morning, he probably hadn’t been able to stop himself now! She sat on the couch with her legs crossed under her. In this position, not only was her pussy visible but it was plain slutty. She laughed again, feeling hot all over.

***

When Steven found his daughter on the couch, he instantly noticed that she wasn’t wearing her pyjama bottoms anymore. Erin sometimes walked around with only a pyjama top, but they had always been much longer than the one she had on right now. He sighed and walked to her. Unable to help himself, he had knelt in front of her. “If she moves… even barely…” he thought as he listened to her telling him that she wasn’t feeling too bad. Quickly he got up and went outside before his erection could grow too much.

Fifteen minutes later he was now focused on his workout and had stopped thinking about Erin and his incestuous thoughts. And then he heard her coming out. Wearing nothing but her damn top, too thin and too tight for her breasts. No bra, and, if he had guessed correctly, no panties. Was she teasing him? As she walked towards her car, he stared at her ass non-stop. As she was there, he told himself not to look at her. A good plan.

Yet as soon as she turned around her car to walk back, he couldn’t help himself and stared at her two large breasts swinging around erotically. And her thighs… Shit! if the wind would hit her just right, that short top would fly… As she walked, most of her thighs were exposed and the effect was remarkable. He knew he had a partial erection and if she looked at it directly… But she didn’t. She didn’t even look at him. “Was she really teasing me? Or is it my imagination working overtime?” he didn’t know.

Just before she entered the house, she shot him a glance and Steven could have sworn that he saw lust in her eyes. Earlier today, when he had heard her moaning “Fuck me daddy.”, part of him wondered if that was not simply a generic phrase coming from porn. Maybe she wasn’t thinking about him, exactly. But now… With this pant-less and bra-less walk of lust in front of him… It was slowly dawning on Steven, despite all his mental barriers, despite his wariness concerning his own lust and despite his incredulity that it could actually be true, that Erin was actually trying to seduce him.

After dropping his weights he walked inside. He saw Erin at the kitchen sink, both her arms over her head as she stretched. Lower, he saw the apple of her ass appearing below her top as it was pulled up by her stretching. “That, at least, wasn’t planned.” he thought. “She couldn’t have know that I would come in at that precise moment.” He walked towards her nonetheless, feeling that his partial erection was still alive and squeezed himself between her and the kitchen island.

And so, entering whatever game his daughter was playing, Steven let the back of his hand graze her two buttocks. He vaguely mumbled sorry as if it was a regular accident that didn’t matter at all. But it did. Steven felt a surge of blood going to his cock, partially because of the remarkable smoothness and roundness and fullness and softness and sexyness… of what he had just willfully touched, his daughter’s almost naked ass. But mainly, what aroused him the most what that he had willfully touched her there.

And that she hadn’t reacted. At all. She whispered “No problem.” after he apologized, but stayed there and kept drinking her glass of water. As he watched, he saw that same devilishly sexy line appear, the apple of her ass, the fine line between her bountiful ass and her smooth, lean thigh. Throwing caution to the wind, Steven walked behind her again, but this time he turned so that his semi-hard cock rubbed against her ass.

As he moved behind her, he felt his cock following the rounded contours of each of her buttocks and shuddered as his cock almost slapped the flesh in her crack. And he had a mini heart attack when it happened, convinced that Erin would scream out bloody incestual sexual harassment. She did no such thing. In fact, she only coughed a few times and shot him another glance like the one outside, minutes ago, filled with lust.

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Sandy and Drew had always been close. The whole time he was growing up Drew had always been a bit of a momma’s boy and Sandy knew it. Drew’s upbringing had really been pretty sheltered and Sandy knew her son was a little soft.

Drew’s dad had died unexpectedly when Drew was very young. His dad’s family had been very wealthy and Drew’s dad himself had a very high paying job. His death had been extremely hard on both Sandy and Drew and it took them a long time to get to a place where they could move on with their lives. Only with the support of their extended family did their lives eventually go back to some sort of normalcy.

By the time Sandy finished working with all the lawyers and sorting through the seemingly endless stream of paperwork left in the wake of her husband’s death she realized that she was, in a word, rich. Married life had always been good to her and they had never been left wanting for anything. However, by the time Sandy understood all the different ways that her husband had arranged to take care of his family after he was gone and discovered the huge life insurance policy he had she realized she was rich beyond anything she could ever have imagined.

To add to this her husband’s family took an active role in ensuring Drew’s well being and happiness. Since they were very well off their taking an active role often meant that they threw money at Sandy on behalf of Drew. Despite her telling them that they were fine her husband’s family continued to lavish them with money.

For a while Sandy resisted the trappings of her wealth and stayed in the house they had been in since her marriage. That all changed when Drew was old enough to enter school. She wanted him to have the best education possible and decided that the schools in her neighborhood weren’t good enough. After searching for the best possible options Sandy decided to move.

By now her parents had also passed away and the tensions had returned between her and her ex-husband’s parents. Even when her husband was alive she never had the best relationship with his parents. For a while after he died they put aside their differences and helped each other, but now that a few years had passed many of the old conflicts and personality differences resurfaced.

Because of this she decided to move far away from their original town and start fresh somewhere else. She had always wanted to live somewhere where it was warm and sunny all year around and so initially narrowed her search based on that. After a long search she found a great house in an area that had everything she wanted. Their new town offered safe neighborhoods, good schools, and warm weather all year long. Their new house was in a neighborhood that was very affluent. The house was a virtual mansion in comparison to their previous house and was far bigger than she needed, but she could easily afford it and it was a beautiful house in a great part of town.

After moving and getting Drew settled into his new school Sandy then wrestled with whether or not she should find a job. She had always worked at least part time even though they never really needed the money, and she generally liked working as it gave her a way to feel connected and like she was doing something worthwhile. After a few weeks of casually searching for a job and otherwise hanging out at home with Drew, Sandy reached the decision that she didn’t want to work.

She loved the time she had to spend on Drew’s upbringing and the free time she had to relax around their big pool and only think about her hobbies. She knew that she probably doted on Drew too much and knew that she definitely contributed to making him the “momma’s boy” he became. However, after losing her husband so suddenly she knew that life was precious and she tried to savor every minute and make every moment happy even if it meant spoiling her son.

It wasn’t that Drew didn’t have friends. He had some friends and did a few activities at school but not nearly as many of either as the other guys in school. He seemed perfectly content to hang out at home with Sandy. Sandy didn’t really question why as he had just about everything that any boy his age could ask for. She spoiled him and she knew it, but she loved him deeply and knew she could easily afford it.

Sometimes she worried about his social life and tried to prod him into going out more with his friends or, better yet, with some girls. Drew dated periodically throughout school and went steady with a couple different girls, but Sandy was virtually certain that he remained a virgin even now as he neared his 21st birthday.

She knew that there was nothing wrong with Drew’s sex drive even though he didn’t seem to date as much as she would have liked. She knew it was wrong but she couldn’t help but snoop through his room occasionally while he was away at school. She rationalized it by saying she was only keeping tabs on him as she sat down at the computer in his room and sifted through its files and the history of what he had done kadıköy escort on the internet.

Between that and searching through some of his drawers it became immediately apparent that Drew had a healthy interest in pornography. It seemed his computer contained thousands of downloaded images and stories and he almost always had a stash of dirty magazines tucked away in one of his drawers. His tastes seemed to run the gamut from simple photos of pretty women to very tawdry and perverted photos of intense fetishes or other extreme sex.

As far as she could tell Drew was nothing more than a shy, somewhat reclusive momma’s boy. Even as he attended the local community college he still seemed happy to simply hang out at home with her. Upon his high school graduation she tried to get him to look at one of the bigger universities, but he showed no interest in leaving home. She didn’t push that issue as hard as she knew she should have, however, because she really didn’t want him to leave home.

She knew it was a little odd for a young man his age to be so attached to his mom, but she felt like he was the only real family she had now since her parents were both dead. Even though her husband’s parents tried to continue to treat her like family and did a great deal of good for her, Sandy and them could never find a way to get along. Even if it might be a little odd to have him so spoiled and attached to her it did her good to know he loved her so much.

Christmas had always been a big occasion in their household. Sandy never failed to pull out all the stops for her son on that one day above all others. Sandy always worked hard to find the perfect gift for Drew and delighted in the knowledge that every year she had amazed and delighted him.

However, finding the perfect gift to continue her tradition had been getting harder and harder as Drew got older. The past few years had seen her surprise him with a new car and a trip to Europe so she knew she’d have to go to some lengths to top herself. It was now only a few weeks before Christmas and she still hadn’t figured out what to get for him. She was feeling a particular pressure this year, as he was almost 21 years old. She knew this was a milestone time in his life and she wanted to do something beyond even Drew’s wildest imagination to mark this Christmas.

The idea first occurred to her very late one night as she was playing with her pussy. All night she had been trying to think of what to get him. Now, as she masturbated her mind wandered to the plethora of smutty images on Drew’s computer. She was fairly sure he was still a virgin and briefly wondered how any 21 year old boy with such an obviously strong interest in sex could get through the day. “Like mother, like son,” she thought to herself figuring that he must simply jerk off a lot.

Sandy herself hadn’t exactly been a regular on the dating circuit. It took her a long time after her husband died to feel like dating again and then with the move to a new state she found herself in the situation of not knowing anyone. That was the one drawback to not working as it made it difficult to get out sometimes and meet new people. Eventually, through the other women in her neighborhood and some of the social activities she had joined she started meeting some men.

She had fucked a few of them but nothing had ever gotten serious. She also never wanted to leave Drew alone with a babysitter so it confined her available times for romance to the middle of the day or the few times she let Drew visit his grandparents. The end result of all this was that it had been a long time since she had been fucked and far, far longer since she had any sort of meaningful sexual relationship. Therefore she spent a lot of time masturbating and utilizing the various sex toys she managed to collect through the years.

As she neared her orgasm a nasty little thought ran through her mind. She could give him the one thing for Christmas that he surely wants most in the world. Not long after having that thought she orgasmed very intensely. Initially she figured it was just a coincidence.

Much to her surprise the idea returned to her the next day. She kept pushing it aside as silly and unreasonable but yet it kept coming back. As if she would learn something she didn’t already know she went into Drew’s room on one of his last days at school before Christmas break and turned on his computer.

She surfed through the images and felt a new and intense excitement. For the first time she felt the desire to play with herself as she looked at Drew’s porno collection. She began to softly caress her tits before reaching down inside her pants to explore her pussy. After a brief while she removed her pants and sat on Drew’s desk chair with her legs spread widely apart as she fingered her pussy. She quickly grew excited and played with her wet clit and pussy. She found it very arousing that she and her son üsküdar escort had both masturbated to the same images. For a moment she closed her eyes and imagined Drew sitting in this same position stroking his hard cock.

Clearly he must do it, otherwise why would he have the pictures on the computer? In her mind his cock was long and hard and he slowly stroked it while staring at the same image she currently had on the screen. That vision alone was enough to catapult Sandy into a frantic orgasm. She cried out and felt her body rock as she came very hard.

Initially she felt very odd about what had happened, almost like she had crossed a taboo line with her thoughts. Surprisingly quickly, however, those feelings were replaced again by a certain curiosity and thrill of giving Drew the ultimate present.

Despite feeling a little weird about it Sandy began to regularly masturbate to the images she found on her son’s computer. Whenever she could for the next couple of days she went back into his room and turned on the computer. It wasn’t the images themselves that appealed to her. In fact, she had been looking at the pictures less and less and been thinking more and more about the idea of her son stroking his cock as he sat in the same chair where she currently was.

She began to make excuses for her wild gift idea in her mind. She reasoned that since Drew was pretty sheltered and a momma’s boy anyway that she would be the perfect person to learn with. It was clear that she was the one person he felt totally comfortable with and could be himself around and she realized that she felt the same way.

She began to look at it as doing him a favor, giving him the ultimate gift that any woman could give a man. Why should it matter that there were “rules” that said they shouldn’t? It was clear to her that Drew was a good kid. Seemingly the only thing he lacked was the confidence and desire to get out and meet new people and date women. Perhaps by doing this she could ignite a fire in him and let him see how wonderful it can be to be with a woman.

For a couple of days she repeated these ideas over and over in her mind until she started to believe them. Still, even as noon on Christmas Eve approached a tiny voice told her she was crazy. What boy wants to fuck his mom? Besides, she had to be a certifiable pervert to even be considering this idea.

Doing something she had never done before, Sandy got in the car and joined the throng of last minute gift shoppers at the local mall. She went thinking that she would just walk around until she found the perfect gift for Drew and she could stop having her silly thoughts.

After a couple of hours of searching through stores and fighting crowds Sandy was still empty handed. It literally seemed that Drew already had every material thing that a young man his age could have or want. She wandered around thinking about this when her mind hit on the idea of material gifts. Maybe she was looking in the wrong direction, she thought, maybe the key wasn’t material but something else. She let this thought linger and actually asked herself what thing or experience must Drew want more than anything else, but as soon as her mind formed the thought she immediately knew the answer.

The answer came first not from her mind but from deep inside her. She felt her stomach knot slightly and perhaps even a brief tingling in her pussy before her mind answered her own question with a single word, “Sex.”

She continued walking around the mall for a while longer still trying to figure out what to do even though, deep down, she suspected that she had already made up her mind. When she did finally stop in front of a store where she knew she’d find the perfect thing she smiled to herself. It certainly wasn’t the store she’d been expecting. As she stepped inside the lady by the door said, “Hi, welcome to Victoria’s Secret.”

“Geez, mom, I thought you got lost,” Drew teased when she stepped inside the house. “I would have thought you’d have known better than to go out on Christmas Eve.”

She laughed and said she certainly had learned her lesson. As she walked past the couch where he was sitting she commented that she’d picked up some food for dinner and quickly went into the kitchen. Before he could follow her she dropped the food on the counter and quickly shoved the other, smaller bag into one of the cabinets where she would come back to get it later.

She started putting away some of the other groceries she had purchased while at the store. She still didn’t know how she was going to make her gift work, but she thought it might be nice to have the supplies for a nice meal to either set the mood or bask in the afterglow when they were done.

After putting away the groceries together Drew and Sandy sat down to eat dinner. All through dinner he tried to get her to reveal what she had bought him for Christmas. She would only say that it was something she knew he wanted but wouldn’t tuzla escort say anything else.

By the time Drew went to his room later that night he was very curious. Honestly, he couldn’t think of anything that he thought he really wanted that he didn’t already have. It still puzzled him as he flipped on the computer and sat down waiting for it to warm up so he could jerk off to the images he had stored there. He pushed his pants down and called up the food fetish pictures tonight. In what had become a nightly ritual, Drew sat before his computer stroking his cock as he stared wantonly at the pictures on the screen. In fact, he did this so frequently it was nearly his routine every day before breakfast, after dinner, or just about any other time he found himself alone in the house.

After Drew left Sandy retrieved her little bag from the kitchen cabinet and stashed it in her room. She tried to read but her mind was too busy racing with thoughts and uncertain emotions. Instead she picked up the remote and stayed in bed flipping TV channels randomly until she finally drifted off to sleep.

Even as Christmas Day dawned she still didn’t quite know how to play out the day. As she showered she suddenly got cold feet and started having second thoughts. She frantically tried to think of something, anything else she could do, but repeatedly a little voice told her she already knew what she was going, and wanted, to do.

Immediately after her shower she heard Drew rustling around and called down the hall that she needed more time to get ready. She told him to eat breakfast and that when she came down they would exchange their gifts. Usually, they got right up and opened their gifts in their pajamas even before eating just as they had done when Drew was little. Today, however, she knew she needed some time to get ready.

She went back into the bathroom and took her time as she carefully applied her makeup and fixed her hair. Usually she only took this much time when she had a special outing and wanted to impress people, but she had decided that she needed to look her best to make this gift perfect.

She applied fresh polish to her nails and as they dried she carefully considered how to compliment her outfit. She pulled a pair of black, strapless shoes with tall, spiked heels out of the closet and knew they would be perfect. She found her long strand of pearls and put them around her neck. She loved the length of this necklace as she could wrap it firmly around her neck with one loop and then leave the second loop hanging down her chest. While the first loop gave the sexy look of a choker style necklace the second one hung down perfectly so the bottom few pearls nestled nicely into her healthy cleavage.

Sandy’s tits had always been just a bit larger than average and, during school and while dating, was the one feature that drew nearly every man’s attention. With her free time and lack of working for nearly the past 20 years Sandy had taken to working out regularly to keep herself fit. She swam laps daily in their pool. That was one of the great things about where they lived since the weather was warm enough to swim virtually all year around.

The result of all her swimming and her ability to focus on fashion and her appearance was that Sandy looked and felt fitter than she ever had been before. Even when she had first married Drew’s dad and they had been fucking like bunnies she knew she wasn’t as fit as she was now. Knowing that made her feel sexier than she ever had before and she found it slightly ironic that she felt sexier and more desirable as she got older.

After putting on pearl earrings to compliment the necklace she pulled the items from her small bag and considered how she should dress. She had purchased a few different outfits hoping one would match her mood today. Looking them over she reached down and picked up the silk robe.

She already owned several silk robes similar to this one because she loved the way the smooth fabric felt on her skin, but for this occasion she knew she wanted something new, something she’d never had on before. The robe was black and felt very sexy and sleek as she slipped it on over her naked body. It was a full-length robe and only stopped down around her ankles. By itself it wasn’t very revealing but she knew that the thin material would cling to her temptingly as she moved around. For the final touch she tied the knot in the band around her waist just a little more loosely than usual allowing more of her chest and some cleavage to be exposed.

She took one long last look at herself in the mirror before she left. She reapplied some lipstick in a deep red color that perfectly matched the color of the polish on her nails. She analyzed her hair and decided it was fine. Her jet-black hair was pulled up into a teasing tangle of twirls and twists behind her head. It was the kind of hairdo that looked very thrown together and sassy, but she knew that it took a long time to achieve the right look.

Lastly she readjusted the longer loop of pearls to make sure they were resting just so between her tits. The contrast between the black robe and the bright white pearls on her chest was very striking and she smiled knowing it would be sure to draw his eye. She smiled wickedly to her reflection thinking she had achieved the look she wanted.

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There is no greater love than the love of a mother for her child…

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This story is based on fact…There are incestual scenes so if this is not your thing, please do not continue. I decided it was time to tell this story.

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My name is Donald but everyone calls me Don. This story started long ago but blossomed when I was in my senior year in high school, when I turned 18.

Let me give you some family information before I start.

I was mom’s second kid. I have an older sister Alli, by three years who was the black sheep of the family. My father was out of the picture, so my mother raised us.

My mom, Katherine or Kate to friends, was 21 when she had me and 18 when she had my sister. Mom was 5’6″, about 110, brown hair, brown eyes, full tits and quite attractive for 39.

I remember one time I saw my mom’s tits and jerked off many times thinking of them. From that day on, I always wanted to fuck my mom.

My mother sent me to an all boy’s Catholic school in the Bronx, NY from the first grade through my senior year graduation. Needless to say, I didn’t have much contact with girls during that entire period. I guess I was a nerd.

Now, in those days we didn’t have social media, internet, cell phones, etc., like there is today. All we had were magazines to read and 8 mm films to watch when it came to getting off sexually.

On a couple of occasions, I did manage to catch a glimpse of my sister’s tits and one time I saw her pussy, but that was it. And I used that vision to jerk off many times.

My sister Alli is 21 and 5’6″, she has brown hair, brown eyes, big tits and looks great in a bathing suit.

Overall, I was a quiet kid and an introvert.

As I was going to graduate soon my mom told me she wanted to have a chat with me.

So, one day after dinner, my mom sat me down and started talking to me about my plans after graduation. I told her I was going to go to the local community college and get a part time job. My mother said that was a plan but then she said, “Don, you have to start meeting girls. It isn’t healthy for you. Look, I know you masturbate a lot and that’s ok but you need to find a girl friend.”

I looked at her and replied, “Mom, it’s just that I wouldn’t even know where to begin with a girl. I wouldn’t know what to do.”

She responded, “Well son, I will help you. Would that be ok?”

She continued, “But remember, whatever we do in the house stays here. You must never tell anyone as people wouldn’t understand. Promise?” I told her I understood.

I looked at her and said, “I guess that’s ok.” However, I really didn’t know what she had in mind. But I knew that it seemed like my fantasy about me and my mom would become a reality.

She said to me, “Donald, I am going to teach you everything you will need to know about being with a girl and how to please them in bed. Now, and this is important, whatever we do here is never to be mentioned to anyone.”

After dinner Alli went out and it was just me and mom in the house.

I started watching tv and mom straightened everything out in the kitchen.

After awhile mom said she was going to take a shower.

I continued watching tv without much thought and then my mom came down to where I was.

When I saw her, I almost fell out of my chair. Mom was wearing a very short black neglige that was see through. I could see her full tits and that she was wearing a tiny g-string. My cock got hard as soon as I saw her.

Mom sat on the sofa and told me to join her. I sat besides her and she said, “Baby, bakırköy escort tonight your mom is going to start teaching you about women. Just relax and enjoy and everything will come naturally.”

As she looked at me, she pulled me to her. Then she kissed me deeply on my lips, not a mother’s kiss but a lover’s kiss. She took my hands and placed them on the thin material covering her tits and whispered, “Baby, these are yours to play with. Mommy wants you to suck my nipples like when you were a baby. C’mon baby. Suck mommy’s nipples.”

My hands reached underneath her material and I started squeezing her tits. Then I moved my mouth to her nipple and started sucking it. As I did, I could feel it getting harder and more erect in my mouth. I couldn’t believe I was sucking my mom’s nipples.

As I was sucking her nipples, I felt her hand moving down on my jeans. When she felt my hard cock, she rubbed it from the outside and then started to undo my jeans. In a short time, my cock popped out and in full view of my mom.

She grasped my shaft and whispered, “Baby, your cock is so big and thick. You are going to make a lot of women happy, including your mother.

She started jerking my cock ever so slowly as we kissed and made out. In a short time I told her I was going to cum. Then mom stopped jerking me and moved her mouth down to my cock. She engulfed my cock and started sucking it. It wasn’t long and I told her I was going to cum. She looked up at me and said, “Cum for mommy baby. Mommy wants all your cum.” Just then I shot stream after stream of cum into my mom’s mouth. I felt terrible that I just came in my mom’s mouth.

Finally, my mom sat back up and said, “Baby, you were terrific. Mommy loved swallowing all your cum baby.”

We rested for a few minutes and she told me to go take a shower and to meet her in her bedroom.

I went into the bathroom and got into the shower and as I was enjoying the hot water, my cock got hard again thinking of what me and my mom had just done and I wanted more.

I dried off and walked into mom’s bedroom. As I entered she asked how the shower was.

My mom smiled and told me to join her in her bed. I got on the bed and mom wasted no time in feeling me up and playing with my cock as she was kissing me.

Soon my mom moved my hand down to her pussy and told me what to do. I rubbed her pussy gently and she took my finger and slipped it in her cunt. She told me to move my finger in and out and I did.

She started moaning and told me to do it faster, which I did. Then, in seconds my mom yelled out, “Baby, faster… don’t stop, mommy’s going to cum.”

Then she started having one orgasm after another. Soon, I was going to cum. I yelled out, “I am going to cum.” She took my cock and gave it a few jerks and I shot my cum all over her and myself.

My mom then kissed me and rubbed my cum all over her tits.

Mom finished her orgasms and said that was enough for today. Mom then pulled me to her and said, “Baby, I hoped you enjoyed yourself. I have a lot more to teach you.”

I replied, “Mom, you were terrific. It was great. I hope I did ok.”

Mom answered, “Baby, you were great. I love your cock and you cum so much. The women will love you. From now on you will sleep in my bed and I am yours whenever you want me.”

I said, “Mom, you really are terrific. I don’t think any mother would do this for her son.”

That night my mom and I slept in her bed naked cuddled together, her hand on holding my cock and balls, although we didn’t fuck.

The beşiktaş escort next morning, mom woke up first and saw that my cock was hard. She knelt over my cock and woke me up by giving me a blow job. I shot my cum in my mom’s mouth as she swallowed every drop.

She led me to the shower and we showered together, although we spent more time playing than washing.

Mom made breakfast and said she had errands to do and had to go out.

Then I got dressed and went out.

When I got home mom was there. She handed me a package. I opened it up and there was a box of rubbers in it. Mom told me to use them when I fuck girls. Then she asked if I wanted to try them out after dinner, when my sister went out. I told her I would like that.

After dinner, mom cleaned up and Alli went out. Mom told me to take a quick shower.

I jumped into the shower and left the bathroom door open. As the water ran down my body, my cock got hard just thinking of me fucking my mom. As I showered, my mom came in the bathroom naked. I finished my shower, got out and dried off.

I smiled and she led me to her bedroom. When we got on the bed we kissed and I played with her tits and sucked her erect nipples. Then my mom told me to mount her. She gave me a rubber to put on my cock. Then I got on top of her and she guided my cock into her cunt.

I slipped it in until it was fully inside her. Then mom told me to start fucking her slowly.

I did as she told me but then picked up the pace. Now, I was fucking her real hard and fast. Mom told me to keep fucking her hard. I then told her I was going to cum. I shot my load and it filled the rubber and I pulled out my semi hard cock with the cum filled rubber.

Then my mom took the rubber and emptied my cum onto her tits and told me to rub it all over her. We kissed and she said I was a quick learner.

For the next hour or so my mom told me how to fuck girls and we even tried several positions, including her riding me and doggie style, which were my favorites.

After we rested awhile my mom showed me how play with her pussy. She let me play with her clit and I made her cum while I played with it. Then she told me how to eat her pussy.

We got into the 69 position and I followed her instructions as she she sucked my cock.

It wasn’t long before my mom said she was going to cum. When she did, her whole body shook. Just then I shot my cum into my mom’s mouth.

When we finished, mom said I did good.

We rested a bit and it was almost time for sleep. I asked mom if I could fuck her one more time before we went to sleep. She smiled and said yes.

This time my mom got on all fours on the bed and I got behind her and put on a rubber and then slipped my cock in her. As I fucked her, her tits were swaying back and forth with each of my thrusts.

Suddenly, as I was ready to cum, I heard, “Oh my god, what are you two doing?”

I turned to the door with my cock still in my mom’s cunt and saw my sister. My mom got up and said, “Alli, it isn’t what it looks like.”

Alli replied, “From here it looks like Donny boy is fucking his mother.”

My mom responded, “Yes, he is but I am only teaching him how to please women and this is a lesson.”

Alli looked at us and muttered a few obscenities and walked away.

My mom went after her to explain.

After an hour or so, my mom came back to me and said, “Alli and I had a long talk and I explained what we were doing and why. She is ok with my teaching you and asked if she could help. I told her that would beylikdüzü escort be up to you.”

I looked at my mom and asked, “Mom, what do you think?”

Mom said, “To be honest baby, it might be a good idea for her to help out. I am ok with her helping. And, it is family.”

I smiled and told her to tell Alli she can help.

My mom called Alli into the bedroom and said, “Alli, Don said he would like you to help him they way I have been. So, when I am not available or even when I am, Alli you can teach him.”

Alli smiled and said, “Ok. I can start with him tomorrow. Now mom, go back to teaching my little brother.” She then left.

My mom and I returned to what we were doing and we both came. Then we fell asleep.

The next morning, I woke up with a hard cock. My mom was still asleep when Alli walked by. She saw me and my already hard cock. She smiled and I looked at her and said, “Mom’s not available.”

She smiled and came into the bedroom. She stood in front of me and slowly removed her clothes. It was the first time I saw her completely nude.

She asked me what our mom taught me so far. I told her and she said that was a good start. Then she sat on the bed and grabbed my cock. She smiled and started jerking me off. Just then my mom woke up. She looked at us and smiled and continued watching as my sister moved her mouth down to my cock. She started sucking my cock and it didn’t take long before I filled her mouth with my cum.

My mom told Alli that she did a good job. Then my mom told me to get in the middle of her and Alli.

The two of them played with my cock and I was hard again in no time. It was unbelievable, my mom and my sister sharing my cock.

My sister then got on her back. Mom then told me to fuck Alli. I put a rubber on and mounted my sister. Then I slipped my cock in my sister’s cunt and immediately started fucking her.

With mom’s encouragement, I started fucking her harder and faster. Then I told them I was going to cum and shot my load into my sister’s cunt.

I pulled my semi hard cock out and the rubber was cum filled. My sister said our mom taught me well.

We finished playing and stopped to have breakfast.

Mom & Alli went out and I just rested until they returned.

After dinner, mom said it was time for another lesson.

The three of us went to the bedroom, undressed and got on the bed. Mom told me to eat Alli.

Alli got on her back & spread her legs. We got into 69 and I started to eat my sister. My mom showed me better ways of eating her and playing with her clit. Soon my sister’s body was shaking and she was having an orgasm but she never stopped sucking my cock and I came in her mouth.

After awhile my sister and my mom got on all fours and I knelt behind them. I put on a rubber and slipped my cock in my sister’s cunt and fucked her. Then I pulled my cock out and slipped it in my mom’s cunt. I fucked her harder and faster and was ready to cum. Then I pulled out my cock and slipped it in my sister’s cunt to cum in her. A few more thrusts and I came in her.

I pulled out my cock and the cum filled rubber easily slid off my cock.

Both my mom and my sister said I did a terrific job and that I didn’t need anymore lessons.

I looked at them and said, “I want to thank both of you for everything. I love you both. You will never know how much you improved my life. I will miss our lessons. But, if you ever want to give me a refresher course, you are more than welcome to.”

My mom looked at me and said, “Son, your sister and I were talking and if you ever think you need more lessons, we will be there for you.”

I looked at my mom and replied, “Thanks mom. Thanks Alli. I think I am going to need more lessons though. When can we do another?”

They looked at me and they smiled and said, “Now is a good time. Let’s get the lesson started.”

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This is a story about incest between a mother and her son. If you don’t like that type of story, stop here. The introduction is fairly long but I would encourage you to read it because it sets up the entire story. If you are desperate for a sexual fix, skip down to the middle of Chapter 1, or for that matter any other chapter, and you will find what you are looking for.:) However, I would still suggest that you then go back and read the introduction. As always, vote and send me an e-mail to let me know how you liked it. Enjoy.

Introduction

It had been two years since Tommy Ritter’s father died. Tommy was sixteen when the tragedy occurred. While Tommy missed his dad a lot, it was no more than his mom did. Their life had been ideal–living in the suburbs, two-car garage, and nice schools. Everything was just about perfect until the accident.

Bob Ritter had been driving home from work late one night when a drunken driver crossed the centerline and hit his car head-on. He never had a chance. The police said that the other car had been traveling at almost one hundred miles per hour.

The funeral was difficult for everyone. Bob and Sue’s relatives flew in from around the country and were a big help to Tommy and his mother. However, when the funeral was over, she and Tommy had to go home and deal with the loss alone. The accident changed their lives dramatically.

Tommy’s mom, Sue, had to go back to work to make ends meet and they had to sell their house. However, in the two years since Bob’s death, Sue had done very well in her job and she had been lucky in the stock market. She had purchased a new house for her and Tommy, smaller than before, but very comfortable nonetheless. The job and investments provided enough money to enjoy life and take an occasional vacation.

While the two years since the accident had been financially stable, it was emotionally difficult. On an emotional level, she and Tommy were still struggling. They leaned on each other for support and therefore had grown closer than the typical mother and teenaged son.

Tommy Ritter became the man of the house overnight, but he knew that he couldn’t make up for the loss of his dad to his mother.

Tommy was a tall, handsome and lean boy at 6′ 1″ and 175 pounds. He was bigger than most of his classmates. However, while he appeared to be a confident teenager, he was, in fact, very shy and overly sensitive. Although, he had his dad’s handsome face and the bright blue eyes of his mom, he wasn’t comfortable with girls.

Tommy wanted to date, but every time he was around an attractive girl, he would become tongue-tied and embarrass himself. It was easier for him just to avoid those situations. Besides, he almost felt like he would be cheating his mom if he dated.

Now 18, Tommy had graduated from high school with honors and had earned a football scholarship to a local university. While he looked like the All-American boy, he had never had a girlfriend. His shyness was an incredible embarrassment for him. The shyness was primarily the result of a slight stutter that he had developed not long after his father died. He had hid it successfully from his mother so far and most of the time he could cover it up. However, it tended to show up when he was nervous and all too often, that was in the presents of girls his age.

Sue Ritter was still a very attractive woman as well. She was tall at 5′ 7″ with a well-proportioned body. However, like most women, she was critical of her body. She thought that her butt was too round and that her breasts were too large. Her tendency was to dress on the conservative side to cover up her perceived flaws.

Sue had been desperately lonely since Bob’s death. Although, she tried not to lean on Tommy too much, he seemed to be the only one that really understood. She didn’t have to explain to him how she felt when she was sad, angry, or lonely. He just knew. Sue thought that she could read Tommy as well.

Out of sheer loneliness, Sue had tried dating. Unfortunately, she hadn’t met anyone that she really liked or connected with on an emotional level or for that matter, on a physical level. Sue still had strong sexual desires. However, she needed more from a man. She needed tenderness and understanding first. Most of the men she dated seemed to think that because she was a young widowed woman that she would jump into bed at the drop of a hat.

Tommy tried to encourage her to go out and have some fun, but whenever he suggested that she find someone, she would always tell him that he was the only man she needed in her life now. It was almost as if she would be cheating Tommy or somehow hurting Bob’s memory. While she knew deep inside it was time to move on, she couldn’t let go of the past.

Now 36, Sue worked hard to keep the family financially solvent. Her job as a public relations executive was rewarding but time consuming. She had to work 12 hour days and sometimes Saturdays.

Tommy talked her into wearing sexier clothes and had even convinced bakırköy escort her that she looked great with short skirts and low cut tops. He told her that she needed to show off her assets to get ahead in business. It had worked on the business level. However, her good looks also attracted a lot of unwanted attention from men.

Whenever Tommy would tell her that she should date, she would turn his comments around and say he should be the one dating.

Sue was more concerned about her son’s lack of social development then she was about dating herself. She wanted him to go out and have fun, yet he would be home most weekend nights with her.

Chapter 1

One Saturday evening, Sue found Tommy sitting in the living room watching TV as usual.

“Tommy, why are you sitting home tonight? Why don’t you go out with someone?” Sue said, sitting down next to her son and putting her arm around his shoulders. They had this conversation almost every weekend.

“Come on Mom, give me a break. I don’t need to go out, besides, I’d rather be home with you.” That had been his standard response. It was a lame excuse and they both knew it.

“Tommy, you need to have friends, you know… girlfriends,” Sue said in exasperation. Then she looked at him seriously and said, “I’m worried about you.”

“You seem to do okay without boyfriends. Why do I need girlfriends?”

“Come on Tommy, that’s different and you know it. I’ve already been married. Besides, I already have a man. You!” Sue said, squeezing his shoulder affectionately.

“Well, I have plenty time to date. Besides, I already have a woman. You!” Tommy replied, smiling at using his mom’s own words.

Sue sighed in frustration. “Well, we’re a fine pair aren’t we?”

“Mom, you’re my best friend,” Tommy said seriously, snuggling into her arm.

“And you’re my best friend too,” Sue said, hugging him again. However, she couldn’t let it go. “You still need to date. It’s not healthy.”

Tommy took a deep breath. “Mom…”

“What?”

Tommy’s mouth was opened but nothing came out. His head fell back on the sofa and he closed his eyes. His face seemed to color in embarrassment. “It’s nothing. Never mind,” he finally said.

“Come on Tommy… please don’t close me out,” Sue said, turning his face to her and looking into his misty eyes. “We’ve always been able to talk about anything. Haven’t we?”

Tommy had wanted to talk to his mother for a long time about his shyness and the stutter but he didn’t want to burden her. Additionally, he felt embarrassed talking to her about girls. Now that he had finally gotten up enough nerve to bring the subject up, he knew he had to continue. “It’s… it’s just that I’m… I’m not so hot with the girls. I’m too shy and whenever I get around a nice looking girl I… I… I… get tongue-tied,” Tommy said, his eyes unable to meet his mother’s.

Sue was surprised but tried not to show it. She had never heard him get tongue-tied before. “Now wait a minute, you always say that I’m a nice looking girl and you don’t get tongue-tied around me.”

“I’m serious Mom, I don’t know what to do or say around girls. I’ve only kissed two girls in my whole life,” Tommy blurted before he could stop himself.

“Really?” Sue said in astonishment. My God, he was 18 and he had only kissed two girls, she thought. He must be a virgin! The realization shocked Sue. Then a bigger problem occurred to her. “You like girls don’t you?”

“Mommmmmm! Of course I like girls,” Tommy said, now totally embarrassed.

Sue sighed in relief.

“It’s just that… just that… oh hell… I haven’t even been on a real date.”

“Wow Tommy, I had no idea!” Sue was unable to hide the shock in her voice. “I’ve seen you go out. You said you were going out with girls.”

“I’m sorry Mom, I lied. I go to the library or the mall. I just didn’t want you to feel bad for me. You have enough on your mind.”

Suddenly, Sue realized that she had neglected Tommy since his father died. She had been foolish to think that she could read him. She had been so busy mourning her own loss, feeling sorry for herself and working on her career that she had missed all the signs. It was obvious now that he was very sexually immature. God, how could I have been so stupid? she thought.

The two of them sat silently for a long time. Neither one of them knew what to say.

Finally, Sue broke the ice with an idea.

“Tommy, what would you think about you and I going on a date?”

“Come on Mom! Get serious!”

“I am serious. You’re very comfortable around me, so why don’t we go out? You can act as if I’m your date. I can tell you what you need to work on. After all, I still remember what girls like.” Sue stopped when she realized that he might be embarrassed to go out with his mother. “Uh…that is if you wouldn’t be too embarrassed to be seen out with your old mom.”

“God Mom, you’re not old. You’re the best looking woman beşiktaş escort I know!” His face turned red as soon as he said it.

“Thank you sweetheart, and you are the best looking man I know. So why don’t we two good looking people go on a date?”

Tommy was quiet for a few minutes, thinking. Maybe it would be good for her to go out, he thought. Besides, she might get off his back about dating. It could be a way for him to help her. Suddenly, he liked the idea. “Well… okay… I guess it might be fun,” Tommy finally said in a nonchalant tone.

“You don’t sound that excited,” Sue said with a pout.

“That’s not it,” Tommy said quickly. But… but…

“What’s wrong sweetie?”

“I don’t… uh don’t know about that stuff. I… I… I… would… uh… you know, feel silly if I messed up. That would be embar… embarrassing,” Tommy said, a stutter in his voice.

“There’s nothing you could do to embarrass yourself honey,” Sue said patting his leg affectionately. “Come on, let’s get dressed and you can take me to dinner and a movie,” Sue said, reaching to the table and picking up her car keys and flipping them to him. “You can even drive, lover boy.”

“Mommmmm,” Tommy said, his face turning red again. However, underneath the embarrassment he was as excited as he had been in a long time.

Twenty minutes later, Tommy was pacing around the living room nervously, waiting for his mom. When he saw her come down the stairs, he started to say something but stopped in mid-sentence with his mouth open.

Sue had on a tight, white pull over top that was low cut, exposing the upper swells of her breasts, and a short black skirt and high heels. She thought Tommy would like the outfit since he picked it out for her.

“What’s wrong?” Sue asked concerned about the look on her son’s face. Suddenly, she thought that she had made a big mistake.

“Mom, uh, uh, you look, look…” Tommy stuttered trying to tell her how great she looked.

“I’ll change,” Sue said, turning to go back upstairs fearing that she had gone too far in trying to look young and “hot”.

“No! You look beautiful,” Tommy blurted out.

Sue turned back around smiling. “Why thank you sweetie, I thought you were upset with what I was wearing.”

“Wow Mom, I hope some of my friends see me with you. God, they will be so jealous!”

Sue felt her heart swell with pride and love. “Well, let’s go make them jealous. For tonight, why don’t you call me Sue,” she said with a smile.

“Okay Mo… uh Sue,” Tommy answered. “Sue,” he said again to himself, loving the way her name rolled off his tongue.

Tommy rushed to the car in front of his mom to open the door to let her in. As she sat down, Tommy couldn’t help look at the expanse of her thighs as her skirt pulled up. When he looked up he saw his mom smiling at him. God, she saw me looking up her skirt, Tommy thought. I can’t even do that right, he thought, mentally chastising himself.

As he drove, Tommy kept glancing over at his mother’s legs. He felt a stirring between his legs and was suddenly very confused.

Sue’s skirt had pulled up her legs, revealing her tanned thighs. She tried to pull it down but the bucket seats of her car made that difficult.

Tommy drove to a small Italian restaurant that they went to on occasion. It was quiet and intimate with a genuine Mediterranean look. The tables were covered in red checked table clothes and each had an old wine bottle in the center with a lit candle. There was even a violinist playing music.

Dinner went great and was very relaxing. Sue even let Tommy have a couple glasses of wine. Sue wanted to make him feel more grown up. He certainly needed some confidence building.

Sue had quite a bit more wine than Tommy. She felt a little tipsy but also warm and relaxed.

Tommy had no trouble talking to his mom. The wine had loosened his tongue just a bit. Besides, it wasn’t like it was a real date, he thought.

They talked about school, friends, music, movies; all the things that a boy and girl would talk about on a date. Occasionally, Sue would point out things about how he should act on a date. Like waiting until his date had taken her seat before he sat down or opening the restaurant door for her. She tried not to be too critical. Not surprisingly though, Tommy didn’t need much coaching. He was a natural gentleman, like his dad.

For a little while, Tommy truly forgot that Sue was his mom.

Sue also forgot for a short time that she was out with her son. He suddenly seemed so mature. His pretty blue eyes sparkled in the dim candlelight as he laughed and his face lit up like a candle when he smiled. God, he was handsome, she thought. Suddenly, Sue felt a little shiver run through her.

When dinner was over, Tommy escorted Sue out to the car, opening the restaurant door and hurrying to open the car door.

Sue was just a bit unsteady on her feet. She knew that she shouldn’t have had beylikdüzü escort that last glass of wine.

When Tommy opened the door of the car, and his mom slid in, he tried not to look at her exposed thighs again. However, that was impossible. No matter how hard he tried, his eyes went to the dark area between his mother’s legs. The light from a street lamp melted the shadows and Tommy drew in his breath. His mother’s legs opened, revealing the silky tops of her thigh high nylons, her smooth thighs and then a pair of pale blue silk panties hugging the pouch of her sex. She paused for a second with one leg out of the car.

Tommy stood almost frozen, his eyes as large as saucers.

“Well, are we going to the movies or not?” Sue asked, again noticing that her son was looking up her skirt. Another shiver ran through her. Now Sue wasn’t sure whether the spreading of her thighs had been an accident on her part or not. She felt so naughty tonight. It was just a little innocent fun, she told herself. The wine was making everything seem all right.

Tommy’s shocked face turned scarlet when he saw his mom watching him again. Suddenly, he felt ashamed of his behavior. If I do this to my own mom, what will I do when I go out on a date with a real girlfriend? he thought.

At the movie theater they got sodas and popcorn then found a seat near the back row. Since the movie had been out for a while, the theater wasn’t crowded. They practically had the theater to themselves.

The movie was funny and light, making them both laugh. About midway through the movie, Tommy carefully raised his arm and put it on the back of the seat behind his mother, his bare arm touching her shoulders.

Sue didn’t miss the move and felt another of those little shivers come over her.

At one point when they were laughing, Tommy moved his arm until it was around her, his hand hanging over her shoulder. His mom surprised him by sighing and snuggled even closer into his arm.

Sue smiled to herself at her son’s boldness. She felt so comfortable and loved at that moment. It had been a long time since she felt like this.

Suddenly, Tommy realized that his fingers were touching the top swell of his mom’s breast where the soft flesh was exposed. He could feel his heart begin to beat rapidly in his chest.

Sue felt the fingers but let them stay where they were, as she didn’t want to spoil the mood. Besides, it was just innocent fun and probably an accident, she told herself.

Tommy could no longer concentrate on the movie. Almost without his control, his fingers began to move lightly back and forth across the exposed swell of her breast. The movement was delicate, almost imperceptible. Still, Tommy could feel it. It felt as though his fingertips were on fire. Stop it! he told himself.

After a few minutes, Sue noticed his fingers were moving. It was a sensual touch, almost tickling. It could still have been accidental. When she felt goose bumps spring up on her chest, she knew that she should stop him. However, she didn’t want to embarrass him. He probably didn’t even know that he was doing it anyway. It was just an innocent touch. However, the tingling she felt between her legs wasn’t so innocent.

Tommy’s hand was shaking, as his fingers grew bolder. The tips of his fingers moved further down until they were just barely under the elastic of her top. Now, there was no doubt about whether or not he was touching her accidentally. He couldn’t believe how bold he was.

Sue’s breathing increased. She wanted to stop him but it had been so long since someone that she cared for paid attention to her. The brain of the mother was in a battle with the brain of the woman; a woman that had missed intimate touches for so long. Sue began to squirm in her seat. Incredibly, she could feel her panties getting wet. When she felt Tommy’s fingers begin to move further down, she reached up and grabbed his hand, preventing any further movement. However, she didn’t take the fingers out of her top, but instead held them where they were, almost pressing them to her soft flesh.

Tommy breathed a sigh of relief when his mother didn’t chastise him. At one point, she let go of his hand to reach for the popcorn in the seat next to her. When she turned back, Tommy took the opportunity to move his fingers downward again, getting half his hand under the top before she stopped him.

Now Sue held his fingers from the outside of the top. Her own heartbeat had quickened.

Tommy felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest. His penis was now very uncomfortable in his pants. He squirmed around, trying to find a comfortable position. He couldn’t very well reach down and adjust himself.

Sue held Tommy’s trembling hand tightly, knowing that one more fraction of an inch and he would be able to feel her nipple. In fact, his fingertips were touching the large brown areola. She could feel the hard nipples pulsing almost painfully. Now, her breathing was as labored as Tommy.

The two sat almost frozen. When the tightness of Sue’s fingers lessened, she felt Tommy’s fingers begin to move downward again. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She could feel the fingers moving across the bumpy surface of her areola. Then they split apart around the nub of her swollen nipple…

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? Special thanks to destodes777 for the big edits and also many others (Krux, TheHoblit, somedude) who have supported me along the way O?O ?

Aspiring hobbyist author here ^-^ This story is inspired by anime. I know this isn’t necessarily popular on Literotica but thought I would share and maybe make someone’s day. With that being said, I do hope you find my story enjoyable! Bonus points if you can figure out which animes I was inspired from O.O

Amae

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“Your favorite person has arrived~ ?”

Amae slid open the door and strolled into our bedroom. The black-haired maiden greeted me with a wink before waving her right hand in a calm sweeping motion. As if having a life of its own, the tatami door behind her closed gently.

As usual, my little sister wore a black nightgown paired with lovely thigh-high stockings — her pajamas. The simple yet eye-alluring outfit contrasted her petite body and smooth skin close to the natural curves. But no clothing in existence could ever diminish her signature magical eyes, shining in a beautiful cascade of light pink, soft purple, and pastel blue on her adorable face.

“That took longer than I expected, my favorite person,” I smiled at Amae’s arrival while she stretched her arms wide open, leaking a casual yet adorable yawn.

“Time flies when you are having fun. Imagine a group of young ladies bathing together in the Dojo’s outdoor hot springs. Wild things can happen, big brother~”

“Naughty,” I commented and watched her examine the duffle bag we had packed for tomorrow.

“It actually was~” She paused, turned to me, and presented an earnest look in her colorful eyes. “Here’s one — some of the apprentices started complaining about their breast size because of the new Dojo uniform and we ended up having a debate about flat-chest and big boobs. That turned out to be a fun conversation.”

My eyes gradually wandered to those round and perky breasts behind the black pajama dress. Curiosity eventually led me to wonder what Amae’s struggles were. After all, my little sister did not belong to either team now that she was eighteen.

“That’s surprising. I can’t believe the new cohort would be this open.”

“Right? They even invited me to their sleepover tonight. I love it when people can be themselves and not worry about silly formalities.”

Honestly, it was hard to imagine the usual hardworking apprentices be so relaxed and personal. But I was never close to them like she was. Even as the Grandmaster’s aide, Amae had cried and bonded together with most of them over their gruesome training sessions. There was something special in her teaching style. Unlike me, my little sister had a way of connecting with people, no matter the age difference.

“It’s a shame we’ll be leaving them behind midway. I would have loved to see all of them grow into fine Martial Artists.”

“I know,” I nodded.

Humming a gentle tune, Amae loitered around the room with both hands on her back and examined the various furniture. She smiled at some of the items we collected together, as if reminiscing little moments about the past.

?Blossoming Cherry Petals?in a glass jar from this year’s spring when the Dojo’s zen garden bloomed in unblemished pink. The container itself was a magic item that prevented nature from decaying.?Grand Duo Duelist’s Trophy?earned from Grandmaster’s annual partner duel, reminding me of the countless training I had with Amae in order to win the championship.?Gawr Gura Plushie?from a random raffling prize at a school festival at the village below, which looked absolutely silly yet adorable in its shark form.

It’s a shame we have to leave these behind.

I already knew Amae wanted some time to reflect, absorbing the present moment because this time was not forever. After all, I did the same earlier as I thought about the upcoming journey. We were alike in our own sentimental ways.

So I made myself comfortable on the bed and laid back without saying a word.

Occasionally, Amae hopped and waddled in her footsteps as she moved from one place to the next. The soft lullaby she was humming — kitto kanojo wa — was one of her favorites. A childhood melody that brought nostalgia to when we first started our chapter at the Dojo. Now, everything around us was officially coming to a close.

This is nice.

I wish this moment would last forever.

Soon enough, I found myself relaxing with a smile across my face. Her singing was soft and soothing, removing all the thoughts on my mind. The bittersweet feeling inside had disappeared. It felt nice to not worry and be together with my sister.

“You are in a good mood,” I spoke softly as she finished, taking one last look at the wooden cabinet that was filled with many memoirs from our adventures together.

“The mineral effects in the hot springs must have performed its wonders~”

“Do you not feel mentally exhausted from all the goodbyes?”

“I do,” Amae glanced towards the closed tatami door. Her expression was unusually calm as her lips spoke these words softly. “Grandmaster said we sarıyer escort often don’t notice moments until they are memories. That’s why I wanted to express my gratitude to everyone here. So that when I look back at this moment, this will be a happy time.”

Before I could reply, my little sister turned back towards me and put a hand on her chin, rubbing it slightly. The seriousness on her face had already disappeared.

“Do you know what’s the perfect drink after relaxing in the hot springs?” Her rosy lips curved into a smug smile. “A cold and refreshing boba milk tea. If only we had a night market on this lonely mountain, that would be a life-changer.”

“Once we are at Temple Academy, your foodie life will be changed.”

“True.”

I could already imagine my little sister buying boba every night to satisfy her cravings.

With a cute laugh, Amae threw herself on the bed. I felt the soft mattress sank a little as she made herself comfortable sitting next to me. That was when she tilted her head forward into my personal space and asked with a pair of sparkling puppy eyes:

“So what’s wrong, big brother?”

“What do you mean?”

“Obviously, I can tell by the tone of your voice and how you are acting — did you miss me that much?”

I was surprised. Besides being a talented elemental magician, surely, she must have a special ability that transcended mind-reading magic.

“You remind me of a little kitten who has been neglected love and attention,” Amae leaned in closer with a knowing smile. “Am I wrong?”

“Well, I need to know about this uninformed role change — since when did I become your kitten?”

“About three seconds ago.”

“Why am I a kitten out of all the animals?”

“Why?” She paused before proclaiming with the utmost confidence. “Because I like kittens.”

The cheeky smirk remained on Amae’s face as I felt my face grew warm. Surely, my heart must have skipped a beat there.

“Fair enough,” I pawed my right hand at her. “Then how about you take a guess, meow~”

Amae burst into a boisterous laugh at my impromptu act of her favorite animal. By this point, my cheeks were a pair of ripe tomatoes as I would have never done something this silly with anyone else. My sister was the only exception.

“There’s no need for me to guess. I already know you from the inside out, big brother,” Amae placed her warm hand on my chest, directly above my beating heart. “Sorry, I took awhile with the girls earlier. Let’s spend some quality time together, okay?”

It felt nice to hear those words. So I nodded and smiled widely, letting my appreciation known.

The big brother in me knew Amae should spend her time with the apprentices after all the packing and preparation. She deserved to share those last moments and make the good memories she mentioned earlier. But the selfish part of me wanted every hour to the minute. That was because of how things will change between us after today.

After all, Amae’s childhood dream was finally becoming a reality. And it came at a steep cost.

“Did you want to sleep together tonight or go to the sleepover?”

“How forward of you, big brother. Already planning to release carnal desires on your precious sister when she sits down in bed?”

“You really are going to cause misunderstandings with the things you say,” I shooked my head.

“B-But I am only stating the facts~” her colorful eyes glanced at me with a sparkling innocence. “I-It doesn’t change what you did to me the last time… and the time before that.”

“No comment.”

“Oh?”

I averted my gaze as the edges of her lips twitched upward.

“What an adorable expression as always~ Well, I suppose I could change my mind and keep you company for the night,” Amae’s rosy lips eventually curled into a sly smile while her eyes twinkled in excitement. “But it’ll come at a cost!”

“What is it?” I gulped.

Last time, I had to pay a hefty price of a piggyback ride around the Dojo courtyard. It was absolutely embarrassing since the apprentices practicing that morning saw a laughing girl riding on my back. Their reaction was a mixture of giggles and cheering. For Amae, she obviously did not care in the slightest and even presented herself as a valiant rider.

“I require some praises from you.”

It was a simple request — straight from the heart.

“You’re the best little sister in the world,” I instantly replied.

“Eh, that’s too forced,” she furrowed her brows and folded her arms. “I know you can do better than that. Try again.”

“You’re the cutest and it makes me want to pamper you every single day.”

“Much better, but this exact compliment has lost its original power. Try again.”

“Let me think this more thoroughly.”

I cupped my chin, realizing I may have showered my little sister too much with shallow praises. Searching deep into my heart, I mustered my thoughts and went for a different approach.

“Well, I am glad you came tonight. It’s going to be difficult adjusting esenyurt escort to the new living situation at Temple Academy. After everything we’ve been through over the past decade, it won’t feel the same not having you by my side. So it’s nice that we are able to spend some quality time together. Thank you for being aware of my feelings even when there is a sleepover you can go to.”

Amae nodded to herself, satisfied, before giving me a sheepish look. Her cheeks were now a blushed shade of tomato red.

“That was… unexpected.”

This time, I was on the offense.

“What an adorable expression~” I mimicked her tone and playfulness with a grin. “I suppose I could shower you with more praises if you beg.”

“Oh shush.” Amae glared at me before leaning forward into my chest for a tight hug. She was warm. Comfortable and soothing in a heartwarming way. A sweet vanilla fragrance drifted into my nose, reminding me of her favorite shampoo, but most of all; home. “I appreciated that, thank you.”

“Of course,” I patted her head and felt the softness of her black hair. “After all, it’s a big brother’s responsibility to shower his little sister’s with loving praises and occasional heartfelt thoughts.”

“Then I suppose it’s my turn.”

“For what?”

Leaving my embrace, Amae wielded a particular innocent expression. She closed her eyes for a few seconds and took several deep breaths. I could see her petite chest rising and falling while she fiddled with her fingers. Finally feeling ready, she opened them and what I saw was determination within her colorful pupils.

“How can I say this properly?” She took one last deep breath. “I know this is something I should tell you tomorrow once we are on our way to Temple Academy. But it would be weird to say it at school and it might not even be the right time anymore. And as much as I feel utterly, completely embarrassed about it, now is the only time I can say this, so…”

It was almost as if the little girl was trying to muster all of her inner courage.

“Even though I am able to do many things now, I know that I wouldn’t be the person I am today without you. Big brother, thank you for always prioritizing my happiness.”

What…?

A moment of silence as my eyes slowly widened, focusing on my beloved sister sitting before me. I felt my heart pounded against my chest as if the dam of emotions inside had suddenly burst open. But I did not want to shed any tears and ruin this precious moment.

“Silly girl… I already know that…” I muttered under my breath as my cheeks grew warm and heart warmer. “Stop trying to make me melt…”

“I didn’t know my big brother was secretly ice cream,” Amae’s lips curled back into an all-too-familiar smug smile. “Well, I am sure that must have earned me quite a few affection points.”

“You saying that might have lost you some of those points.”

“Well, I’ve already unlocked everything in the big brother route so no significant loss there.”

A short pause before our laughter filled the bedroom. Like always, it felt comfortable being with my little sister.

Tonight was special. It was different than the usual conversations involving a constant amount of playful teases. Perhaps, it was the heartfelt confessions earlier that performed its magic, touching our heart and soul in some sentimental way. Or more so, it was because we both knew the inevitable future that awaited us both at Temple Academy.

Still… I am really happy when you said that to me.

Amae stretched her arms wide open in the air and leaked a cute groan. I chuckled and bumped her shoulder. She leaked another groan in response. This time, it was more intentional and loud. I shook my head and grunted while she giggled like a playful child.

Compared to when we were kids, she has gotten more comfortable now. Too comfortable at times and not being mindful of how suggestive those noises could be when one closed their eyes and used the power of imagination. If someone were to eavesdrop or even pass by the hallway at the wrong moment, surely they would misunderstand.

“Big brother.”

“Yes?”

Amae grabbed a nearby pillow and glanced at me. That beautiful pair of colorful and magical eyes twinkled under the warm lighting. Her facial expression was now more serious than playful, shown by the determination of her expression.

Her facial expression was now more serious than playful, shown by the determination of her expression

That was when I understood.

“Did you want to talk about something?”

I patted my little sister’s head while she nodded. Stroking carefully, her long and flowing hair felt smooth between my fingers as I ran them down to her slender waist.

“I still don’t think it’s fair.”

“I know,” I feigned a happy smile at this hopeless situation. This was a statement I’ve heard one too many times since receiving the admittance letter. But I needed to be strong. “I know that it’s frustrating, little sister.”

Amae let out a deep sigh and bit her lips. It was obvious avrupa yakası escort she was still irritated about it.

“I know what we are supposed to do. I know that we are meant to be apart in the Potential and Regulars system. But my heart can’t accept this outcome.”

My hand continued to pat her head, also pondering about the murky future ahead.

Temple Academy, a prestigious institution regarded by countless archmages across the nations as the pinnacle for mastering academic magic. Attending students were conferred ranks based on the results of a rigorous entrance exam. A to C ranking were classified as Potentials while D to F were considered Regulars, with the latter being the lowest. Standing at the apex of the hierarchy, S-rank was the highest-ranking a student can attain.

It is known that many of the famous magicians, such as XIV of Numerals Society, capable of using fourteen impressive variations of fire-elemental magic, and Ade from Adventurer’s Guild, an erudite archmage that single-handedly slain a Dragon were alumni of S-ranks.

Bad news for my sister, Temple Academy permitted incoming students only to be at the maximum of A-rank. That much was to be expected from a traditional university. In this hierarchical world we live in, even geniuses have to slowly work their way up the system. We were all too familiar with how society worked outside of the Dojo.

Knowing Amae’s skill-level for elemental magic, she would have no trouble thriving in the A-ranks. In fact, I have complete faith in her attaining the acclaimed S-rank the year after. If I was a gambler, I would have no hesitation in betting all my life savings for that to happen.

“Everything will work out the way it’s supposed to,” I spoke in a gentle tone, as though trying to placate a moody child. “Let’s make time to see each other on the weekends.”

“That’s not what I mean.”

Eh?

I tilted my head out of confusion.

“I was wrong?”

“Mhm. Completely-off-the-chart-wrong.”

Amae puffed her left cheek into a balloon. Not a good sign for someone who vowed to be the perfect older brother.

“It’s the fact that you’re starting at the lowest rank. The result is a huge insult to your skills and all the effort you put in for the past decade,” Amae sighed in annoyance and folded her arms. “If only they knew.”

So that was what she was talking about.

“It can’t be helped,” I chuckled and remembered how I failed to perform the most basic spell — ?Mana Indicator?. The evaluator shooked his head and wore a condescending gaze for the remainder of the exam. “What did they expect from a swordsman? I’ve already resigned my fate as soon as I stepped foot into the testing arena.”

“For one, they should have taken physical fighting skills and magical knowledge into consideration.”

“Agreed,” I nodded and understood her frustration on a personal level. “An entrance exam determined by magic abilities alone is like testing people’s IQ using mathematics without considering other subjects like literature and science. I do wonder if this was done on purpose.”

In stark contrast to my legendary sister, I possessed no affinity for elemental magic. But I was not entirely manaless. Like the majority of the world’s population, having mana does not mean one could use elemental magic. One needed to have the potential called?Mana Indicator?.

While my swordsmanship may reign at a Hero-tier level, I will most likely stay a Regular for the next five years. A cruel taste of the bitter reality that I already have come to terms with after countless sleepless nights.

Everything was for Amae’s happiness.

“It’s like starting over at Bronze-tier again. Just like our times at the Adventurer’s Guild, I wish I can be with you and advance the rankings together. That would have been fun.”

I held her right hand while our fingers interlocked out of habit.

“It’s not the most ideal situation but at least you are finally attending an official university now. Not only that, it’s Temple Academy — one of the best universities in the world. I know how much this opportunity means to you.”

“But what about bullying?”

Amae leaned closer, our faces a few inches away from each other. I felt her warm breath wafting in slight tension.

“I heard horror stories of Regulars being mistreated, maybe not as bad compared to the Adventurer’s Guild. But you’ll have to go through all of that stress alone.”

“I’ve already prepared my mental.”

“Doesn’t change the fact that it’s horrible,” she protested. “A little sister should be there for her big brother, through the sunshine and the rainfalls that come from the storms.”

Unintentionally, those words brought some bittersweet memories back to me.

After the annual duel hosted by Grandmaster, two inexperienced apprentices were alone in the same bedroom. The curtains gently slid open from magic as slanted sunlight flowing into the etching darkness, revealing a young boy who was crying in the corner over his foolish mistakes. The little girl walked forward, held his hand, and whispered in a sweet voice.

No matter how painful it is, even when you lose and feel like no one in the world believes in you, even when you’ve stopped believing in yourself… your little sister will always believe in you! I’ll be here by your side, through the sunshine and the rainfalls that come from the storms.

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