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Sudhir sat in his corner of the large hall that served as his house’s living-cum-dining room and watched the young girl bounce about. Aruna, his 22-year old niece had recently got married and had just come back from her brief honeymoon visiting her mother, and both mother and daughter had dropped by at their house to say hello.

Sudhir had always had an awkward time around Aruna in recent years. The girl didn’t seem to understand that a grown up girl needs to be circumspect with men — even if those men are relatives.

That is the custom in Indian homes. Till she is a toddler it is fine for uncles and older cousins to carry the kid all around the house and fete and treat them. But once she was in her teens- and especially if she had attainted puberty — the nature of that interaction changed.

Some of them remained playful and tom-boyish but the physical touch was completely eliminated. Not even a handshake, let alone a hug.

And so it jarred him every time Aruna came visiting. She would insist on a proximity that bordered on intimacy. And yet, the girl behaved as if sex did not exist. Nothing else could explain her behavior as a teenager — right though her teens — and right up to the days leading up to her wedding day.

Whenever she spotted Sudhir she would exult “Daddy-uncle!” and throw herself at him. Expressions like ‘daddy-uncle’ are typically Indian. It happens when families are close and also share a friendly bond. The kids look up to their father’s friends. Then they want to call them by a term that reflects more than just the primary relationship.

This is what made her actions even more appalling. If he was standing she would give him a no-holds-barred hug, her body clinging to his. If he was sitting she would jump onto his lap. Sometimes she would sit on him the way little children do; back to Sudhir facing the same side as him, with her legs dangling on either side of his legs. At other times she sat cross-wise, both legs to one side and an arm around him. Sudhir would squirm to keep his cock from coming into contact with the girl, desperately hoping that her movements did not result in a hard-on.

Sometimes it did result in a hard-on. And some contact was inevitable. But Aruna didn’t seem to notice. And that was the mystery. How could a 16-, 18-, 20- and now 22-year old just about to get married not know? And if she didn’t know, what was the marriage about and how was she going to handle that?

Sudhir had turned to his wife Shanta in desperation several times over all those years. “Why doesn’t someone explain to that girl?” he complained.

“I told your sister several times. She doesn’t do anything about it,” replied Shanta.

“Well, then you tell her,” said Sudhir.

“No way!” pushed back Shanta. “Anything that I say beyond a point to your family makes me a bad person in their eyes. I wouldn’t want to stir up a controversy,” said Shanta, fleeing to the recesses of the house to avoid the topic.

Sudhir never figured it out. He just hoped the girl was not the same way with other men. Surely, someone would take advantage of her naivety and then all would be lost.

He sighed. He decided he had to get up before Aruna came to see him in his corner of the hall. He did not want her sitting on him. Maybe on her honeymoon she discovered sex. Maybe she now realized that sitting on a man’s lap led to different things. Maybe, maybe, maybe. But who was to take a chance with the irrepressible Aruna?

Moreover, he had just got a new reclining work chair. It was like a Jefferson-chair. It allowed him to stretch back. Yet, it had a swiveling work-surface which took his keyboard and on which he could write. He had a large computer monitor on a stand nearby. His bookshelves were at hand. And yet, because of the way he had sited his office, he could not be seen by most of the persons in the hall area.

This allowed him to be at home and be with his family while at the same time remain undisturbed at work if chose to keep it that way. It was a far distant corner of an L-shaped hall and suited everyone very well. Shanta too liked the idea that her husband and his scattering of things would be out of her way.

The problem this new chair posed him -as he watched the commotion of Aruna and his sister’s arrival the front door- was that he was half way between fully lying back and sitting up straight. It was a vulnerable posture in which he certainly did not want Aruna to sit on him.

Preliminaries done, the women adjourned to the kitchen. Aruna should have now belonged in that category and learned a few recipes from her aunts. But a new husband makes no such demands on his wife. She seems just perfect to him in that phase when he is engrossed in discovering the charms of a woman. The caress of her body, playing with her breasts and torso, the delight of being able to bury your face in a shoulder unhindered by any garment of any kind…

And so Aruna continued to remain carefree.

Sudhir had struggled to get up from reclining position halkalı escort and perhaps he was done in by his haste.

“Where is daddy-uncle?” shouted Aruna aloud, not really expecting or waiting for an answer.

“Oh! There are some changes here! You have rearranged your office,” beamed down Aruna at her uncle who was struggling to get up.

“Hey, you brat!” said Sudhir to Aruna, eyeing the young woman. She had always been pencil thin as a girl. In the later years, her breasts were just a noticeable swelling of her chest. She was not a busty girl — but nor was she really all that flat.

But today that chest seemed a bit fuller. And her hips seemed to have a slender roll of fat. All within a month! From pencil straight, she had added just-enough curves in the right departments. “What is it that marriage does?” wondered Sudhir, making his mind up to refer google. She was not dressed like a married woman at all. It was still her old favorite attire: a just-right t-shirt and the short denim skirt frayed around the hem for fashion. The skirt stopped just above her mid-thigh.

Sudhir feared that if she came any closer he would end up looking up her skirt. He fumbled for the lever under the chair and managed to bring up the back which brought him to a somewhat respectable incline. He was still not upright, but he was not as vulnerable as before.

But he had not reckoned with Aruna. She plonked herself on his lap, legs both to one side sitting across him. She put an arm around his shoulder and looked impishly at Sudhir and asked, “How has my daddy-uncle been?”

“Fine. Fine,” replied the nonplussed Sudhir. Nothing seemed to have changed with this kid. He tried to steer the conversation to a topic that might make her realize that she was now grown up.

“How’s married life?” he asked.

“You mean ‘how’s the sex’?” she said, shocking him with her blunt language, the mischievous tone and the glint in her eye.

“Aruna!” remonstrated Sudhir in a strict voice, not very convinced himself. He could feel her chest brush his chest.

“You bad man! You never phoned me this last one month!” she complained, going back to being the spoilt little brat she had been all her life with him. She punched him on his chest, marveling at Sudhir’s well toned, muscled body. It was hard and well trained. The contrast with her own husband was not lost on the young woman newly initiated to the pleasures of the flesh.

“You know,” she continued, “I have been wondering about us.”

“What is there about us?” asked a bewildered Sudhir.

“We are so close. Still, you never told me how to prepare for married life,” she pouted. Now her hands caressed the chest, feeling through the fabric of his vest the skin beneath.

Sudhir felt her fingers play on him and felt his cock twitch to life. Was this way of touching him newly learnt in the marital bed? Or was he newly feeling the sexuality of her touch?

“It is not a topic for an uncle to discuss with his niece,” said Sudhir primly.

Aruna leaned closer, allowing her cheek to graze his and whispered into his ear, “Are you not a man? What is it that you cannot teach a young woman?” Her voice was hoarse with her own desire for this man and there was a devilish quiver in it which Sudhir picked up.

“This is nonsense!” protested Sudhir. “I think I should talk to your mother” he threatened her.

Aruna pulled back from her close position, withdrawing her arm from around his shoulders. Sudhir felt relief and regret. Relief that his threat had worked and regret that the young woman would not be touching him any further.

But he was wrong.

She leaned back and dropped her right hand to the floor. Her body was now reclined fully resting on that right hand. Her legs were still to the right. She lifted the left leg, ready to swivel it to the other side, so that she would straddle his lap.

But she didn’t do it in one swift motion.

She bent her left knee, and shook her leg so her sandal dropped to the floor. Sudhir felt the outer side of her thigh brush his broad muscled arm. She straightened her leg and her toe pointed upward towards the ceiling.

“Surely someone would spot that outstretched leg from the hall?” thought Sudhir to himself, and glanced over his shoulder, peering over the stack of books to see if anyone was in the hall.

“Oh yes!” hissed his shameless niece. “Someone might spot my leg! Better I bring it down.”

So saying she bent her knee and let her other hand drop to the floor behind her as well, for complete balance. Slowly, and deliberately, she scraped her toe nails across his chest, grazing one nipple of his, then the other. Sudhir’s eyes were fixed on the gap between her legs and up her skirt. When the leg was across the other side, she paused, allowing the older man a good long look at her young hungry pussy.

It had been shaven, but a while ago; perhaps just before her honeymoon. Right taksim escort now, there was a smooth turf of hair and the brown-purple lips of her cunt.

“This is so wrong!” hissed Sudhir in a hoarse voice.

“Is it?” she laughed. “What a married woman does is her business,” she told him.

“And so is it for the married man. He can look up any skirt he wishes. And that isn’t wrong?” she asked him.

“Why are not….wearing anything underneath?” he asked, trying to behave like an elder should.

“How would you know? You shouldn’t have a clue, whether I am wearing a bra or not, panties or not. Why did you look?” she teased him.

“I did nothing wrong,” replied Sudhir weakly as he noticed the outline of her nipples under the t-shirt. She was right — no bra either.

The athletic young woman lifted her body up and came to be seated, astride his lap. She reached between them and found his cock, hard and pulsating, through the exercise slacks he wore. “You bad man, you have an erection! And you are letting me feel it. Isn’t that wrong?” she scolded him playfully, her eyes dancing.

“It isn’t!” she told him firmly. “Nothing is wrong if we do not let it hurt anyone” she said. As she spoke both her hands went down to her own thighs and she pulled the already tight skirt as far up as it would go.

“I told you I have been thinking about us. You should have made love to me long ago. Taught me. Initiated me. Trained me. Made me ready for life. Long ago,” she whispered, looking into his eyes.

Sudhir’s throat dried. The girl had discovered sex, for sure. And she associated her own inclination to be physical with Sudhir as a stand-in for sex. And that was the missing link between their mutual fondness and a completion of their intimacy.

“You are fond of me, no?” she asked, as she fumbled with the buttons on the front his nylon track pants.

He nodded dumbly.

“I have always been special to you, right?” she continued, finding her progress hampered by his underwear.

Once again he nodded in the affirmative.

“And the only reason you didn’t allow that to grow is some relationship between us that we didn’t get to choose?” she asked, desperately trying to reach the elastic band to gain access.

Sudhir found himself raising his hips to help her. “It isn’t that,” he croaked, not knowing what it otherwise was.

The next few minutes were dominated by the heavy breathing which accompanied their movements. Sudhir propped his hips up, allowing his young niece to reach him however she wanted. She gripped the waist band of both the track pants and the underwear below and moved back. As she did so, her head bent towards his torso and she lifted herself off his lap giving herself the space she needed. She was then able to peel back his underwear and the track pants down to his knee level.

She stared in fascination at the cock which sprang up. Gently she stroked it with fluttering fingers, allowing her warm breath to blow on the bobbing thickness. It was succulent in its thickness. Thick, springy and spongy-hard. She licked her lips. He was a stud compared to what she had seen on her honeymoon.

She slid back onto his lap, hitching her skirt up as far as her waist. Her belly and crotch caught his looming monstrosity and pushed it back against his tummy. His cock was now trapped between their bodies. Aruna felt a slight slick against her tummy as Sudhir’s cock began to leak with excitement.

“You have everything you needed to seduce me. So why didn’t you?” whispered Aruna into her uncle’s lips as she allowed her lips to hover over his lips. Her hands caressed his thick strong muscled arms, sending shivers through Sudhir. This was incredible; his little niece was now all grown up, married and busy seducing him. Right here in his home-office where his wife and her mother could walk in on them anytime.

“You were a virgin, remember?” whispered back Sudhir, trying to grab her lips with his.

“And now I am not. So why are you waiting?” she asked achingly.

“This is not legal,” he explained.

She reached between them and gently held the massive organ in her hand and replied impishly, “I can tell you for sure that such a large weapon is also not legal!”

Sudhir stared at her disbelievingly. This younger generation knew no taboo. Look at her -this was not how she was supposed to be talking to an authority figure! But of course, he was also the uncle who used to encourage rebellion and liked his nieces and nephews to be open and free with him.

“We will get caught,” warned Sudhir making a last ditch attempt to stop the unstoppable. The girl was stroking his member lightly with her fingers, tapping the head, scraping the trunk and gripping the base in an unpredictable sequence. It was maddening and he just wanted to fuck her brains out. But that was not the way uncles were supposed to behave.

“If we don’t get on with it and continue talking, we will get caught,” said Aruna.

She şişli escort spread her legs as wide as she could, partly to accommodate the unimaginably large cock but also to keep her skirt up. She kneeled on the arm rests and looked towards the kitchen door at the other end. She could hear the distant hubbub of voices as her mother and his wife jabbered away. With one hand she reached under and grabbed the object of her desire. Her head rested on top of his head. “They are busy right now. Let’s get busy too,” she told her uncle, taking care of one of his several worries at this time.

He briefly felt the furry patch around her pussy as she manipulated herself down, setting the soles of her feet on the ground on either side. Her uncle’s new chair was just perfect for the job. It was sufficiently low so she could rest her feet and yet, sufficiently high for her to ride him hard.

When she thought she had her cunt poised over the cockhead below, her hands shifted to his shoulders. Spreading her legs achingly wide, she sank down, only to slam her hot but unprepared cunt against the huge knob of his cockhead.

She grunted a loud “Mmmmph” and pushed downward. Her lips were spread by the head but her pussy would not yield to the bulb.

She whimpered. “Daddy-Uncle, do something!” she moaned. She had said that a thousand times or more to him, asking for ice-cream, or a movie ticket, or a bike ride or a hundred other hard-to-get things she had desired at various points in time. Today she used that same phrase to ask him to fuck her. She was impossibly tight and he was impossibly large; larger than he had been in a long time.

“We will not be able to finish quickly enough,” he said in an agitated voice. His hands caressed her buttocks and back, stroking and feeling the hard body and silky soft skin.

“It just takes a few short minutes,” she replied, eyes still on the kitchen door and hips undulating up and down in an attempt to gain penetration.

“Who told you,” he gasped as the repeated prodding of her cunt made him juice up even more and his precum ran down the underside of his cock to his balls. “There goes the leather of my new chair,” he thought.

“That is all it lasts with him,” she explained, once again reaching under and holding his cock, painting her cuntlips and prodding at them, using his cock as a probe.

“That’s because he is new to this. It can go up to an hour. Sometimes more,” he replied, grunting as the manipulation of his cock drove him mad.

She grabbed his face in her hands and looked down at him. “My God. I knew it! I just knew instinctively you would be more. Come on now, give it to me,” said a crazed Aruna. Just a few minutes of her husband’s amateurish fucking had made her wild about sex. And here was this very complete, very well endowed man promising her an hour or more of sex! “I should take him to bed with lots more time,” thought Aruna making a quick agenda for this stay.

For now, she just had to get what she could and abandoned all caution. She rammed down as hard as she could and a burning and aching penetration occurred, which caused her to scream. Very quickly she closed her mouth on his muscular shoulder and screamed her pleasure into his flesh. Her teeth sank in causing him pain. But it was nothing compared to the searing bolts of pleasure that his cock signaled with the entry.

Her sheath was tight, slick with her lubrication and it gripped his cock like a tight fist.

Sudhir never got a chance to fuck upwards.

The girl gripped his head with arms thrown about it and propped herself. With rapid jabs her hips fucked down taking his cock out and plunging it back in so far as her cunt would allow.

The initial, searing pain she felt was as if she had never lost her virginity. The later pleasure she felt was as if she had never experienced pleasure before.

The cock was thick, filling, and completed her as a woman. Her orgasms were instantaneous and the girl sobbed her pleasure onto her uncle’s shoulder and neck. As the juices flowed, his cock was slick with her flow. The greased pole slid further and further up into the unaccustomed channel with every thrust.

Aruna was now bobbing up and down his cock with an unrelenting pace and vigor. The world around her ceased to exist as she threw her head back and forth, flailing in one orgasm after another.

“Are you,” she gasped, “close to…unhhhhh!” she stammered, “Cumming!” she hissed with extra emphasis as pleasure rocketed through her being.

“Hardly,” grunted back Sudhir, still gripping her hips in his strong, large hands and guiding her to fuck him.

She looked down at him, wild with desire. Impossible! Her husband had never lasted more than a few strokes of her cunt, and here he was with well over a dozen thrusts!

She cried out like a wounded warrior, anguished that she had been deprived of this strong man and his fucking when she had him in her world all along. She made a throaty war-cry loaded with desire and the fucking resumed with added fervor. It was if she was hell bent on extracting all the pleasure that she could get for all the days past.

Sudhir groaned as she plundered him. As the ferocity of her fucks increased, bit by bit, her cunt accommodated more and more of him. The cock stabbed a bit deeper each time and the cunt widened with every fuck.

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I heard my door open and close, a lump appeared under my bed and I felt the incredible sensation of having a tongue to swirl around, squeezing my dick, I was wondering how I never noticed Cassie’s long tongue before. She craned her head back to fit my entire cock or a majority of it down her throat. The heat and wetness forged an unforgettable memory in my head. I instinctively grabbed her head through the sheets pressing her head down farther as I began to cum for the first time in days. Again, due to the fact I hadn’t cum in days though, my cock wouldn’t go down. Her hands felt rougher than before but I didn’t care I was in the moment. Then after a while she went to suck me off again but I wanted to finish what we started hours ago and through the blanket off and pinned her down to the ground.

It was dark and I could barely see so I used my sense of touch and went to her breasts, they felt a lot larger than they were, I slid my hand into her panties and pulled them off as she moan in excitement. It sounded off, I quickly flipped on the light to see Anya laying on the floor.

“Wait, what the hell?” I asked as my erection bounced as she took off her black tank top, showing she didn’t wear a bra.

“I have never had sex with a man, in fact the most sexual thing I’ve done to a man is brush his cock accidentally. Think about it, tonight, you get to have sex with a woman who is practically a virgin yet willing to do just about anything to you. I mean sure I’ve used toys and fingered myself but this body is one hundred percent man free. Its a once-in-a-lifetime offer,” she said and although I was pretty sure it was the drugs talking I gave in and picked her up and tossed her on my bed.

Now I realize this sounds slightly wrong but did I mention I have a libido that’s bigger than oceans, hell probably the planet too?

I kissed her neck, which sent shivers down her spine, then down her chest, and from the look on her face she enjoyed it, I held her as she looked upwards into my eyes seductively as she saw my head go down. My face not an inch away from her clean-shaven pussy my tongue fining its way to her clitoris as I put all the force I could muster into my tongue, swirling her clit as I did she closed her eyes, enjoying herself but still looking dissatisfied a little. I spun my tongue around her clit sending her into a blissful smirk, this wasn’t good enough. I peaked my tongue into her pussy and then went flashing between attacking her clit with my tongue and massaging the inside of her pussy with my tongue. She seemed to enjoy it as I did this since her legs fell inwards a bit. I was used to dealing with an inexperienced girl and now had to please a more experienced woman. I held her still and decided to let a little bit of my sexual depravity, my insatiable hunger for the taboo out. I kissed her, my tongue caressing hers as I swung her onto my lap and pressed her against the wall, my nearly naked form pressing against hers as she began to get into it. I ripped her tank top off, as she smiled, she liked it when I took charge, despite her dominating personality outside the bedroom. I tore her panties off just like Cassie’s and began knit my fingers against hers as I embraced her, my muscled arms easily overpowering her. I slid my cock near her pussy, rubbing it against her pussy lips like Cassie had done to me. I saw her smirked in not a “he’s OK way” but a genuinely intrigued smirk. I held her up, her legs wrapped around my waist, wearing her like a belt. I rubbed against her a little more before just like Cassie she began grinding against me and pleasantly her juices covered my cock after only a minute of that. I ground it against her, pressing it against her clit once and sending her into a series of spasms as she reached climax, again not like Cassie five-minute long orgasm but I took it as a compliment. I locked lips with her again as our tongues met, and this time as we both ground against each other as her cleavage bounced into my back and rubbed against my bare chest. Our bodies were crashing at first but now it seemed more like they were melding as I got her all hot and ready for the main event. She kept swirling her tongue as I mirrored it and then slid her down onto me, and when she fell onto the base of my cock, I was almost amazed at the scale of the reaction. I mean sure I was big for my age but still, she practically stopped breathing as she came to realize just how different it was. At that moment I was about to pull out and ask if she was okay but my hormones or my innate instinct to pass on my seed or something triggered and I plunged into her. She grabbed my back as I pinned her against the wall and began my full release of everything I had been holding in for the past few months while masturbating with Cassie, waiting to do this. I kept thrusting harder and harder with her moaning into my ear some incomprehensible words.

“AH, god damn!!!” she shouted as I kept her quiet by going into overdrive, my body pounding, creating a large esenyurt escort echoing slapping sound as my pelvis smashed against hers.

She tussled up my hair as I began to play with her tits as she bit down on my neck to stop from screaming as I threw her on the bed, I threw her legs up over my head, my arms wrapping around them as I pounded her, all while playing with her clitoris with my right thumb. It was like I had melded with her, and our shared raw sexual desire, now in such a perfect moment. I thrust deeper, twisting her like my pretzel, moving her into every position I wanted, she turned around, staring at me as I bent her over, facing a mirror, her slutty image reflected in the light. I pushed against the wall, back turned to me shut off the lights and threw her back on the bed. We were always moving fining positions she liked, and as I began to go as hard as physically possible the light of the moon bathed us in this our most amazing moment, the moment where we broke the taboo. I was slamming into her, but she showed no intention of stopping, and that was fine, I don’t think I could’ve stopped if she asked me to.

I thrust as deep as humanly possible into her and began to go fast as well, and since she was being bent over at this point I slapped her ass squeezing it as I pulled at her ass cheeks separating them as I increased my thrusts.

I held her and embraced her but it was crazy, her pussy squeezed down on me, and it felt hot, like physically hot to the touch yet in a good way, and it felt really sopping wet. The feeling of her pussy squeezing against me as I pounded into her, as it grabbed my cock seemingly on its own. It was like it wanted me to go deeper, harder, faster, so of course I obliged as best I could manage. I felt the melding of our flesh in the most amazing way, it was like no matter what I could always have this moment, so that’s why I had to make it last. I was being pulled deeper by both her pussy squeezing my cock incredibly tight and my own desire to hit her g-spot, and as I captured the sensations, the moans, the scent of sweat, cum and passion not to mention the visions of raw sexuality, the feeling of her hot, tight cunt pulling me deeper into her.

I threw my head back for a moment as I slammed into her repeatedly, each time getting a sweet little moan escape her lips. Sweat dripped down our backs as we reached the point where most men would finish and leave and then brag. I had to be better though, so I continued, the desire for this night with her to never end outweighing any exhaustion I might have felt otherwise. My driving force being my massive libido, I thrust into her each time the muscles in her pussy retracting as I pulled back in as if they never wanted me to leave. I felt the smooth, wet, hot tight pussy contract its muscles in bursts, and even when I changed rhythm it stayed at the same pace as me. Every now and then, Anya would explode in a series of spasms as I went faster, trying to prolong them, sometimes getting them up to a couple of minutes long. I kept on fucking her, her cunt constantly amazing me, so tight, so hot, so sopping wet, it made me think I was dreaming. If I were dreaming I could die in the real world, this was better than anything I had ever experienced. Nothing was better than this, I thought as I began to cum.

Anya being so unused to this let me cum inside as she finished to, cum leaking out of her cunt mixing together she looked exhausted. I wasn’t done yet though and began to go a second time, this time I went and held back with all my might as half my hormones told me to enjoy myself and go ahead and finish soon while the other told me to savor it. I listened to the latter. I swung my tongue around hers between gasps for air, as if she had been dunked under water. I would play with her tits, squeezing them, pinching them and just doing as I wanted to make her squirm. When I laid her down again, my mouth wrapped around part of her gorgeous and huge breasts. My tongue massaging her nipple as I let loose and forced her hips smashing against mine as we froze and again finished together. She seemed relieved for a moment but I had to keep going, I had to burn out the night. I kept playing with her, as my cum leaked onto my shaft just to be shot back in on it. I am almost certain if she wasn’t such a huge lesbian that the amount of cum would have been enough for me to slip out of her but with her tight cunt, that wasn’t happening. I held her hips as we went and did every position we could do before I ended up getting ridden by her. She seemed so passionate, this was so beautiful, raw sexuality, overpowering desire and endless bliss only found through carnality. She rode, me while swinging her tongue around my mouth, she began to climax and I powered through, going insanely fast, her pussy practically strangling me as I plunged deeper into her. I grabbed her ass cheeks and finally finished, this time a torrent of cum pouring into her. She avrupa yakası escort arched her back as I came because she was to and collapsed on top of me.

We were both so exhausted we passed out, however she and I awoke together and realized we had gotten almost no sleep due to our little “Night Time Meeting”. I kissed her as she stared at me and then at herself and shivered, this time not in excitement but in shame.

“What is it? Did our act of making love make you feel uneasy?” I asked her.

She stood there and began to do that half-laugh you do when you think low of yourself. She held her hand in her face.

“Hey, it is not wrong, we aren’t technically related, and even if we are, who cares, did it feel good?” I asked Anya.

“Yeah,” she said as if that made it worse.

“Then why should you feel ashamed because we made love, I was consenting, you were consenting, we both experienced pleasure, why should that be bad? If something feels good do it! Why not just surrender to Hedonism, which promises a blissful life?” I asked as she stared cold-eyed at me.

“It isn’t about the fact I slept with you, I did it to get back at Abigail for cheating on me!” she said as shock flew through my mind.

“What?” I asked as she started to cry.

“Abigail is bi, she met a couple in Roma, on a business trip and joined them, she told me, she was “sorry” but she wanted me to do “anything” I needed to in order to heal. So I took some caps but, it hit me when I sobered up, have sex with someone else, you were nearby and I had never slept with a man before…so it all made sense,” she said as I held her.

“I love you,” I said holding her as my dark hair and hers meshed together as I nuzzled her.

“I love you to, but Abigail will freak when she finds out,” she said as I kissed her on the forehead.

“No she won’t because right now, I am not only devoting myself to making you feel better, I will talk to her when she comes back,” I said as Anya kissed me.

“You know what?”she asked me as I went to make brunch, seeing as it was two in the afternoon.

“What?” I asked her as she smiled.

“I think I may be bi, hell of a time to discover this new world, but I like it,” she purred as I nodded and let her fall asleep to take the pain away.

I walked down to make something for her to find Cassie pull me into her room and again my libido bigger than oceans, just made me have to do this. I was pulled by my boxers into her her room, she was unbuttoning her pajama shirt and within a split second my cock stood like a massive tower.

She seductively crawled over on her hands and knees like an animal in heat.

She started to lick the tip of my cock as she pumped my shaft with her hand, I stood there breathing in this moment, last night and now this? My world was becoming paradise. Her tongue swung around, massaging the head of my cock as she covered my cock in her saliva. The feel of her tongue was different, it was better, a lot better, she swung her tongue around, squeezing it as she puled my fully erect cock into her throat. Her tongue swam around, but it felt so much better, like she knew every place to hit, and just allowed it to happen naturally. She was far better than I expected, even getting me to cum and again like last night I still remained stiff.

She lay back on her be as I slid my head between her thighs and went to work. My body mirroring last night as I began to break this taboo yet again. My tongue was on overdrive, and when it massaged her clit, she had no chance, I already had some practice from Anya. Her pussy was increasingly wet, and even some of this “wetness” started to flow onto her netted stockings. She had about five pairs of netted stockings, and was obviously trying to get me worked up. My tongue shot across her clit as fast as possible, her reactions about ten times more violent than Anya’s. I was about to try something else when she squirted over my face.

I rose my head from her thighs, her cum over my face, last night Anya had squirted on my dick, but since Cassie had little experience she was easier to make cum. I moved up, sliding her onto my lap as she took off the almost see-through blouse, her pleated skirt still on as I undid her bra with a snap of two fingers. My bare cock against her pussy, she smiled as I began to kiss her, her cum on my lips. I began swirling my tongue as furiously as her, as she began to rub against me, violently, as if saying she wanted my dick. I sat back and watched as she made herself cum a few times, her fluids fall onto my cock as she did. She ground against me as I cupped her breasts, pinching and twisting it with my fingers while massaging it using the rest of my hand. I began to use my mouth on her opposite breasts, her grinding getting harder, as she swept her clit up and down the length of my shaft a few times.

“You really are kind of anadolu yakası escort a slut,” I said as she grabbed the underside of my naked thighs, as she began to orgasm yet again, this time I drove against her.

“YES! I’m a SLUT! Please FUCK ME!!!” she yelled a little loudly as I began to slap her ass with my free remaining hand, squeezing and then swinging it lower as I slipped my fingers into her cunt.

She really enjoyed that, because with me not letting any of her get away from me, was was massaging her tits, while both rubbing and fingering her, using literally every ounce of control not to just throw her down and fuck her, but get her to beg for it first. This was the best way, her cunt was tight, squeezing my fingers as I rubbed the roof of her pussy violently, my engorged member grinding against her pussy lips and clit as her tits were being massaged, all this together sent her into a fury of grinding, biting, moaning, and holding on for dear life, squeezing the hell out of my shoulder. She looked like before she couldn’t stop, like it was simply that addictive.

Her clit was throbbing, radiating heat as we continued to do everything we were doing, never stopping, never hesitating, just instinctively knowing the speed and roughness of grind both of us needed. It was like before, melding of two bodies into one, what was more pleasurable than that? I detached my mouth from her breast and her caramel-colored skin covered in her cum, my saliva and the beginning of our sweat looked amazing, I locked lips with her our tongue wrapping around each others, as my engorged cock ground against her harder than needed to send her climaxing. She looked pretty damn amazing as she straddling my cock, one breast in my hand the other flailing wildly as we locked lips, such a deliciously sinful beauty to this moment, I thought as I slipped a third finger inside her. She broke the kiss for just a moment to look into my eyes and speak.

“God, Sasha I love, let’s do this forever,” she said as I remembered how long I lasted before, with Anya.

“I love you to CASSIE!” I yelled as she began squirting on my fingers and cock simultaneously sending waves of amazing vibrations through my cock.

I looked up fondly at her as she realized what just happened from the look on her face. She wanted me to fuck her, to passionately embrace her, to take charge.

“Beg me to fuck you, and I’ll consider,” I said as I rubbed the head of my cock against her clit, sending her into a state where it seemed she couldn’t think.

I began slowing my movements, to make her want relaxed. When her pussy muscles relaxed I went back to my violent motion and she went crazier yet(if possible) locking lips with me, swirling her tongue, too out of breath to do anything at all really.

“Sasha please, please don’t toy with me! Please just fuck me already!” she shouted as I slammed it into her cunt, her cunt pressing down violently as I rocked her back and forth on my cock.

I had so much cum on my dick that I could use it as lube, not that I needed it seeing as her cunt was sopping wet in anticipation. I thrust into her and had her sit around, her back facing me as I carried her onto the couch, using our large flat-screen that was off to show her, her sexual form. Her sandy brown hair thrown back, caramel-colored skin rippling with light as the lights shone off our sweat and cum. Sitting down on the couch I pounded into her, massaging her tits with my hands as I fondled her.

“Slut,” I said as I began pounding into her.

With each thrust I drove deeper inside her and she liked it, her body completely in my control as I pounded into her. So amazing her cunt wrapped around me and squeezed, tighter than Anya’s as I plunged deep inside her, eventually bending her over, her hands pressed against the wall.

I drove it so much deeper than when she sat on my cock. I thrust into her each time her cunt squeezing onto me, such an amazing feeling. I loved the taboos, and this was the best one I had ever practiced. I think I was getting addicted. I pounded her cunt, sending her climaxing, cum gently leaking out onto my cock. I drove my cock in as I saw her clit throbbing and began to play with it.

“Oh God,” she got out before the combination sent her into a sea of pleasure as she came on my dick yet again.

I swung her around, facing her and pressed her back against the wall, her legs wrapped around me and her arms draped around my neck, grabbing at my back as I leaned forward, locking lips while doing all of this. I felt like my world was nothing was a fire of passion bringing the “Taboo Breakers” together. I swirled my tongue against hers, her clit getting hotter as her cunt blanketed me in a great warmth, sending me a message, she was going to have a big orgasm like Anya did. I thrust into her faster and harder, not allowing her to just orgasm, I went faster to hopefully prolong her state of orgasm.

I began to play with her tit in my mouth, latching onto it and not letting go, and she had a particularly big spasm on my dick. I wouldn’t let her simply orgasm once or twice, no I was shooting for the gold. I began thrusting furiously, my hips crashing into hers, creating a slapping sound as I began to pull my hand away from her clit briefly to lay her on the counter of our kitchen, which was huge and empty right now.

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So this is short, but that’s the overall plan for this series. I’ll write short chapters and try to get them up asap. Updates: Quarantine Failed Pt. 2 has begun, Serpentine Ritual Pt. 3 is going slower then anticipated, but it getting there. Others are being touched here and there. As always leave a comment, give me suggestions, and/or constructive criticism.

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“Yes.” She whispered, her lust obvious in that one spoken word.

I didn’t hesitate after that. My tentacles tore away her clothing, baring her 32C breasts my lustful gaze. Two tentacles thinned and wrapped around the base, spiralling up to the tit and pinching it, bringing a low moan of pleasure from her full lips. I stepped closer, massaging her breasts with my extra appendages, while I drank in her naked form. Her slender form seemed to call to me, her slim waist begging to be held in my hands, and her thighs to be spread by my tentacles to reveal her dripping pussy. I stood not two inches away from her now, and could feel the growing heat as her first of many orgasms approached.

“I’m… I’m cumming… just from my tits!” Her cry was silenced by me, as I kissed her with all the passion I muster, and she returned the favour, sucking upon my tongue as it entered her mouth and played with her’s. She moaned loudly as spurt after spurt of thick clear cum shot from her begging pussy.

“How long has it been since you last got laid, mother?” I asked her after pulling back, barely out of breath, while she panted and moaned.

“Too long.” She groaned as a tentacle rubbed her dripping snatch.

I held her close, kissing down her neck, to her collarbone, and finally her constricted breasts.

“You taste so good.” I moaned against her skin, before going down and latching onto a now free tit, sucking for all I was worth.

“Oh god…” She groaned in lust and caressed my head like a baby’s as I suckled. I was suddenly parched and my tentacles reacted to this. Suddenly my mum cried out in pain, as I felt warm fluid rushing down one of my tentacles and into her breasts. I sucked hard and was rewarded by her newly replenished milk flowing into my mouth, coating my taste buds in her sweet cream. She was moaning again as I drank from her. My other tentacles teased her all over, gently stroking her erogenous zones, and always keeping her on the edge of orgasm. After I was satisfied with my meal I pulled away, a stream of milk flowing from the nipple and down her now inflated breasts. I surveyed her new bust with a large grin.

The tentacles around her breasts were now able to thicken and coil around her several more times, thanks to her new 34E breasts that still leaked, and occasionally spurted, her milk. I was just getting started as I turned a tentacle into an exact replica of my cock and teased her mouth open, thick pre-cum coating her full lips, before slipping in and filling her mouth with three inches of thick meat. The taste of pre-cum made her moan loudly, despite her gag. Wanting more, she brought both her hands to the tentacle cock and began jacking it off, forcing more of the delicious liquid into her mouth. My normal cock was hard as steel and begging for attention.

She whined loudly when I removed the tentacle cock, but moaned when the real thing filled her small mouth. I was in a frenzy now, the feeling of her hot mouth covering the head of my cock, and her tongue lashing it, coating it in saliva. In my lust I pushed forward, hearing her gag as her throat reflexively tried to eject the large object. I didn’t care and just forced more and more down her gullet, actually bulging from her tight throat due to the size. Tears were running down her cheeks as her air was cut off and her gag reflex fought to remove me, but her eyes were full of lust. I held the back of her head and slowly pushed her down my length.

She was salivating wildly, it poured from her lips and over my now slick shaft as inch after inch penetrated her throat. I was moaning loudly now, feeling the hot wetness clenching around my cock, setting alight to the sensitive nerve endings. When she began pushing against me desperately trying to dislodge me from her airways, I sent a mental command to my tentacles. Two esenyurt escort appeared, as thick as a pencil and forced themselves up her nostrils, now directly supplying her with air. Her struggles ceased and she once again began to enjoy the cock now twelve inches down her throat. With a hard thrust I buried the last two inches of my throbbing meat in her clenching throat and oesophagus.

After that I began fucking her tight little throat. Pulling back slowly to enjoy the wet heat, before thrusting back down her gullet so fast I was a blur. Two spare tendrils began to lick at her dripping snatch, lapping up the juices, and teasing her lustful entrance. She looked up to me, her eyes shining with her pleasure, but she wanted, needed, more. I smiled down at her, as my cock once again disappeared down her throat.

“Don’t worry mother,” I could feel a new heat burn within me now, “You’ll get what you want soon.” My cock pulsated stronger, and faster now as my cock’s orgasm approached with each thrust over her licking tongue.

I held back my climax, wanting to enjoy her throat more, but even I couldn’t stop the inevitable flood. Just before the orgasm hit, with the force of a natural disaster, I penetrated her sweet pussy with the two probing tentacles, filling her surprisingly tight canal with a foot of squirming meat, all the while plugging her oesophagus with my main cock. I stood frozen like that, the only sound was my mother’s moan of being filled, and my own from doing the filling. After a moment of near silence, I felt the flood being unleashed, running up the shaft of my fourteen inch cock, and the near limitless lengths of my various tentacles, all inside her, on her, or aimed at her. I couldn’t believe the sensations that coursed through me.

The first spurts were the best. They all shot one after the other, first my cock shot it’s first massive load straight to her stomach, instantly filling it to near overflowing, then the a tentacle aimed at her bare chest, dousing it and my other limbs in what must’ve been a litre of cum from just one spurt, the rest followed soon after, one after the other, filling her insides, and coating her various features in white viscous fluid. I couldn’t speak, and neither could she, all we could do was moan and cry out in absolute pleasure. A full two minutes passed before I pulled out of her.

I stepped back and surveyed my handiwork. My mother’s entire front was covered, her features barely visible beneath the incredibly thick layer, upon layer of white cum, covering her rose coloured nipples and expanded mammary glands, still leaking small streams of milk that merged with the semen all over her body. Her originally taut stomach now bulged slightly with all the thick cream inside it, and her pussy continued to leak her own cum, combining with the large puddle already on the floor. She was moaning and panting in the aftermath, and even seemed to be satisfied, I however wasn’t.

“We’re not done yet.” I said and poked her cum soaked cheek with my still hard cock.

She moaned and, despite her exhausted state she still lusted after me. My pheromones were being pumped out through every pore in my skin, my cum, my sweat, my very breath, each worked to increase her arousal, and stave off exhaustion, essentially remoulding her body to withstand my capabilities. Four tentacles wrapped around her arms and legs, lifting her into the air and spreading her legs wide, giving me a perfect view of her sopping pussy, with a stream of my cum leaking from it, and dripping to the floor.

“So beautiful,” I whispered and brought her before me, her dripping cunt inches from my face, it’s intoxicating aroma filling my sense of smell. I leaned forward slightly and kissed the hard clit sitting above her leaking hole.

I kissed and licked around her clit, teasing it, before making my way down to her entrance, lapping up my own cum that still streamed from her. I hadn’t tasted my cum yet, and the taste blew me away. I knew what a man’s cum tastes like, thanks to my cumming dildos, and mine was much sweeter, tasting like nothing on this earth, but still reminiscent of my favourite foods. Using two fingers I spread avrupa yakası escort her lips and dove in, trying to lap up more of my semen from her hole, then I came across an even better taste. When I tasted both her juices and my own as one, I nearly came on the spot. Wanting more, I forced my tongue as deep as it would go, tasting her depths as best I could, while I used a hand to play with her delightful clit, and the other to caress her soft ass cheeks. She writhing in ecstasy now, but wasn’t quite cumming just yet. A tentacle spread her cheeks, giving me full access the her tight rosebud. Just moments before she came I pushed two fingers inside her.

The effects were instant. Her already tight pussy clamped down on my tongue, while waves upon waves of her cum shot out of her and onto me. I moaned as her bittersweet juices washed over my tongue, and down my throat, filling my stomach. Her cries of orgasmic fury were so loud, that if my body wasn’t so much stronger now I’m sure my eardrums would have popped. I knew the neighbours could hear it, I wanted them to, soon they would come to investigate, and the women would submit to me, while the men hunted for more women to lure back, with the promise of ascension should they do well. These thoughts should’ve have troubled me, yet with my mother’s pussy gushing on me I couldn’t care less about troublesome thoughts.

As her orgasm faded I stepped back. She was conscious, though barely.

“You ready mother?” I asked her as my cock came into her hazed sight, it’s large tip drooling with my desire. In response to my question, all she could do was moan loudly and thrust her hips lightly in my direction. I smiled and lined the head up, slowly running it up and down her slit, teasing her further with the gentle pressure I placed against her. Finally, just as she was about to scream for me to thrust, I did, piercing her tightness quickly, and powerfully, forcing eight inches in with one push. She couldn’t cry out anymore, the pleasure was too much, though her hands still sought her tits in a desperate bid for more stimulation. Two tentacles latched on and began sucking, drinking her milk.

After a moment of enjoying the sensation of filling her pussy, I began to pull out. Her body spasming in mini-orgasms, as every vein of my three inch thick cock rubbed against her hypersensitive walls. When only the tip remained inside I pushed back in, nine inches being enveloped by her wet tunnel, now pressing against her womb’s barrier. I began to work a rhythm, thrusting in and out with inhuman speeds, but slowing down sometimes to enjoy the pure pleasure of it. I wanted more though.

The next time I connected with her cervix I continued to push. After a groan of discomfort from my mother, her womb began to open up to me, letting me conquer the place of my birth. Finally I hilted inside her, my crotch pressing against her clit. Once again I began thrusting fast and hard, hilting fourteen inches of hard meat each time, but now I needed more, her womb was no longer enough. My hands wondered down her sweaty form, fondling her buttocks before pulling them roughly apart, revealing her puckered rosebud. A two inch thick tentacle began licking at it, spreading it’s natural lubricant over her back entrance to a weak moan from her. It began pressing against her, persistence conquering her natural instinct, as it forced three, four, five inches into her rectum. With that I worked in time with the tentacle; when I pulled out, it would enter, going deeper inside with each thrust, and vice versa, though occasionally I would completely fill both her holes at once. A familiar heat began rushing through my body.

I could feel my orgasm rising. Threatening to crash like a tsunami at any moment. My thrusts became erratic, often powerful enough that I could see the shape of my cock head through her abdomen, my tentacle was reaching deeper than anything should’ve been able to, as it entered her intestines, the slime turning anything harmful or disgusting to a clear fluid, one that her body would absorb into it, making her whole body more elastic, letting me do with it as I pleased.

“I’m anadolu yakası escort cumming! Straight into your womb!” I cried as I hilted once again and began firing my load.

This was the greatest experience of my life. Her walls clenched me tightly, milking me while her own orgasm shot through her. My climax was far more powerful than my previous one, my body producing far more sperm than before. The tentacles around us sprayed once again, coating her cum covered skin in a second layer. The bulge of my cock was disappearing as more and more cum was pumped inside her, kept there by the pole plugging the exit, and building up. The tentacle inside her was also making it’s deposit, shooting up her intestines and filling her already full stomach, even as it leaked and spurted from around the girth. I stared down at her abdomen, watching it begin to inflate to look four months pregnant, then six, then eight, before she looked to be carrying to term. After that my orgasm died to a stream and I pulled out.

I had cum for over two minutes, and in that time the flow had never fully died down, always increasing. Now my cock was shrinking down, satisfied at long last, though even deflated it hung near my knees. I laid her down, enjoying the sight of her painted form and heavily inflated stomach. I knew she would be pregnant, even if it was a safe day for her, my sperm had flooded her fallopian tubes and ovaries, forcing any mature eggs into the tubes for fertilisation.

“Mother,” She groaned in response, “You’re pregnant, with your daughter’s children.” This set her off again, the thought of carrying my spawn bringing her to one final orgasm before passing out. I was surprisingly tired as well and went to sleep, laying in a pool of my mother’s and my own cum.

When I woke the sun was up and I was late for college! I didn’t even register the pool of white I laid in, or the state of my mother, all I cared about was showering and getting dressed. I got what I needed and ran out the door. I needed to get to my college and fast, and, as if by magic, I was there. This was reason to pause. I stared around in confusion. How did I get here? Was I hallucinating? I pinched my arm and winced in pain. The bell rung for first class and all puzzled thoughts stopped.

As I rushed to my Media class I noticed the girls in the halls all staring at me. I didn’t question as I was in such a rush, but I did note the lustful gazes. I was sat just before the teacher entered, she was a young one, in her mid twenties and good looking. She was small all things considered, but her thin frame worked with the height of five foot nothing, giving her the adorable appearance of a child. This often put people off, but I had thing for her, she was cute and I had often dreamt of having a child like her someday. Her name was Miss Elisha, and I wanted her.

I didn’t notice as my arousal began to smoulder within me. With the arousal I began to breathe out potent pheromones laced with aphrodisiacs, and the effect it had was subtle, but at the same time obvious, I looked around me, once again seeing the stares of my female classmates, though the males all seemed oblivious to me, just as I wanted. I ignored them and concentrated on Miss Elisha watching her go about setting up the projector for each of the graduates presentations. They say it’s to give us something to aim for, I think it’s just a way for them to say we suck in comparison.

Anyway, she seemed distracted as though something, or someone, was occupying her attention. As my eyes wandered over her tight little body, my imagination got to work, envisioning her naked and begging for me to fuck her with my long hard cock. Suddenly the memories of yesterday came flooding back, my cock, my tentacles, my tits, I looked down to see that they were still engorged, and finally I remembered my mother, how I’d fucked and impregnated her, and how good it felt to do so. I looked around again, this time eyeing my prey, though I seemed to only desire Miss Elisha right now.

I decided to see what I could really do and grew a tentacle, this one was as thinner than paper and barely visible to the naked air, as it snaked through the air, beneath the tables of all male students currently in the room, where it would pierce their skin and inject with a concentration of my will power, telling them to leave the room, no questions asked. They did just that, leaving me alone with a dozen girls, all of whom would be my toys from now on. I grinned like a shark and locked my gaze with Miss Elisha.

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“I thought you said you didn’t like Michael,” Eli told me as I closed the door after kissing Michael goodnight. JT sat on the stairs behind him and Alex was just coming around the corner.

“He’s nice to be around. It’s not like he’s my boyfriend.”

“You shouldn’t lead him on,” he continued, giving me a serious look and crossing his arms.

“Oh hush. I’m not. If he’s a player like you say, then he’ll go away when he realizes I’m serious about waiting.” I pulled his arms from his chest and wrapped my own around him. “It’s a shame since Alex was starting to warm up to him though. I only had to work on JT.”

“Don’t make such hasty observations. His hand went astray and I was planning to sick JT on him,” Alex said as he took a seat beside the mentioned brother. Eli and I pulled away, letting an arm wrap around each other to face them. “Want your present now or in the morning?”

“I think we should make her wait until morning with that stunt she tried to pull,” JT commented.

“I think we should be nice and let her have it now,” Eli put in and I kissed his cheek. “See, JT, if you were nice to her, she might not put up such a fuss.”

“Grow some balls, Eli, and shut up.” He glared at his younger brother, obviously still in his angry stage.

“You’re just jealous that after having ejaculated everything they held into a billion different women his aren’t small like yours,” I came to his defense and was greeted by a surprised look from Alex and a squeeze from Eli.

“I’m pretty sure that’s not the case, little girl,” JT leaned back on his elbows. “You’re welcome to compare sometime though.”

“JT, go drink some water and sober up before you go to sleep,” Alex said as soon as JT had closed his mouth. JT hauled himself up like he was asked and walked to the kitchen.

“He doesn’t seem drunk.” I looked after him.

“He is. He’s just good at holding his beer.” Alex stood up and looked at us both. “So the morning then?”

I smiled. “Sure. I’m a little too tired to show excitement right now anyways.”

—

I knocked on Alex’s door about seven hours later and was greeted with silence so I opened it and walked to his bed. He was sprawled out with his cheek resting against the arm curled up around his head. I poked his side and he mumbled something.

“What was that?”

“Don’t talk back,” he mumbled, turning his head to the other side and shifting his legs. I giggled, realizing he was sleep-talking.

“I want my present, Alex. Where is it?”

“In my pants,” he mumbled and my eyes widened.

“What is it?” I sat down beside him on the bed, bringing my legs up and resting my head on my bent knees.

“Get on your knees and find out.” I giggled more at his answers.

“That sounds more like a present for you, not me.”

“You’ll have no complaints.”

“I’m sure I wouldn’t.” I briefly glanced down at the tent in the sheets and bit my lip not to laugh too loud. Just about then he shifted and rolled towards me, one of his arms threading through the triangle made by my bent knees. I tried to pull my legs away to leave since it didn’t seem like he’d be waking up and his eyes opened suddenly.

“What the fuck are you doing in my room?” He removed his arm and looked up at me.

“I wanted my present.”

His gaze dropped to my thighs that were completely uncovered since I’d only slept in an old shirt during the night. He rubbed a hand over his face and rolled to face the other direction. “Holly, go away and wait until I wake up in…” he lifted his head and looked at the clock that read 7:30, “two hours.”

“Fine. I’ll wait in here.” I turned around and lay down on my back beside him. I only lasted laying there for about five minutes before I got restless and cold. I lifted up and went to pull back the covers, but he rolled over and stopped me. “I’m cold.”

He didn’t open his eyes, but sat up enough to reach to the end of the bed and pull a blanket up over me. I caught site of his naked hip and giggled. “If you’re staying in here, you’re going to sleep, Holly.” He rolled back away from me and I shifted to face him, studying the skin uncovered by the sheet that was around his waist. “I’m serious, Holly. Go to sleep.”

“I’m trying. Shut up.”

He rolled back over and looked at me. “You have to close your eyes to sleep.”

“I was getting there.”

“Sure you were.” He closed his own eyes and I watched his face. “Holly,” he warned and I closed my eyes quickly as his opened again. “I will kick you out of my room.”

“Can’t you just wake up for a couple hours and give me my present and make me breakfast? Then you can come back to bed and I’ll even rub your back until you fall back asleep.”

“Get out.”

“No. Make me.”

He growled and I opened my eyes to see him glaring at me. “Go to sleep or get out.”

“Is this how you treat all women that try to stay with you in bed? Eli’s not nearly so grumpy.”

“I love you, but if you don’t shut up—”

“You’ll what? Throw me over your shoulder and march me back to my room?” I grinned at him. “Doesn’t that bakırköy escort require clothing?”

He shut his eyes in defeat. “Please just close your eyes and pretend to sleep.”

I lifted his arm and pulled it over my hip; his eyes opened in question as I snuggled closer to him. “I’ll sleep, you just gotta be my teddy bear, remember?” His eyes shut again and he tightened his arm around me as I fit my head under his chin.

I didn’t go to sleep for an hour as my mind faded in and out of consciousness with dreams that didn’t make sense at all. I finally fell asleep though and wished I hadn’t as soon as my more vivid dream started.

“Wake up, birthday girl, I have something for you.” Alex’s voice entered my ears and I opened my eyes to see him leaning over me.

“What is it?” I felt him press against me and my eyes widened at his lazy grin.

“Up for it, Sweetheart?” I nodded and he stroked himself up and down me before lining himself up. “Happy birthday, Sis.”

A moan not part of my dream entered my fragile sleeping state and I opened my eyes. They instantly widened as I realized I had pushed a leg in between his and his sheet-covered morning wood was in between my thighs and rubbing slightly against my panty-covered pussy. I shifted in an attempt to move before he woke up, and he moaned again, his arm around me tightening.

“What are you dreaming of?”

“Fucking,” he mumbled and I let out a breath as I was sure he was asleep.

“You should move away from her and make her beg.”

“Good idea.” His grip loosened and he rolled onto his back, his arm sliding down onto my leg that was now over his crotch. I could feel his erection pressing against it and squeezed my eyes shut in panic. I tried to move my leg away and he pressed it against him instead. “Fuck.”

I gave up; afraid he’d climax against my leg. “Alex. Alex, wake up damn it.”

“What,” he voice was sharp, alerting me to him being awake.

“It’s been two hours.”

“Holly, seriously, I was having a good dream. Go away.”

“I bet you were,” I muttered, pulling my leg away now that he wasn’t pressing it against himself.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I looked up at him and his eyes were open now.

“You talk in your sleep like JT said.” His face gave nothing away, probably having learned earlier in life to let the other person tell you what they thought you’d been dreaming. “Does your girl beg nicely?”

“I’m not sure. You woke me up,” he said carefully.

“Who was she?” He didn’t answer me. “Oh.” I smiled awkwardly and sat up. “So can I have my present now?”

“No. You can still go away.” He closed his eyes, dismissing me, and I climbed up over him, sitting down on his stomach to get him to pay attention to me. “Holly, get off me.”

I smiled. “You don’t want that really.”

His eyes snapped open. “Holly. Get off me. I’m not kidding.”

“Or what? I kinda like you when you’re all growly and aggravated.” His hands came up to move me and I grabbed them and pinned them down above his head. “Seriously, learn to be a little fun, Alex.”

“Holly.” His eyes were weary now so I let go of him even though he was strong enough to overpower me anyways.

“I get off of you if you’ll get up and let me have my present.” Or, you know, I can stay and have my dream self’s present. My smile slipped at the thought.

“I want to stay in bed. I’ll just ignore you.” He closed his eyes again and I frowned.

“I’m in your bed and you’re ignoring me. Do you treat all women this way, Alex? Maybe this is why you haven’t been laid in a while.”

“My sex life isn’t your business.”

“Well I’m making it my business.” He opened his eyes and I smiled again. “Not like that.”

“Holly, please just get off me.”

I don’t know why I was pushing him, but my dreams kept coming to me and gave me the power to push him more. “Why?”

“I don’t need my little sister sitting on top of me and tormenting me while I have a hard on. Okay?”

“I already knew that. Why else?” He groaned and shut his eyes. “Alex?” He ignored me and I paused a second to think of some way to bother him. I slowly leaned forward and licked up the side of his face.

I was immediately knocked off him and I laughed as he pinned me down. “I’m awake. Happy now?” He leaned forward and licked up the side of my face, too. “And now we’re even. Get out of my room so I can change.” He sat up and released my shoulders, but I didn’t move besides wiping my face off.

“How do I know you’re not lying?”

“Seriously? You bug me to get up; now I’m up and you don’t believe me.”

“I’ll close my eyes and you can get dressed. If I peek it just serves you right for undressing me yesterday.”

“No. It doesn’t work that way. Get out of my bed and room, Holly.”

“Next time I’m going to ask things not about your dream and you’ll be sorry.”

“I want to get rid of this damn thing before I get dressed if you don’t mind, so get out.” I started laughing and he turned his head to face me. “You’d better not be laughing at beşiktaş escort this situation; it’s your damn fault for wearing skimpy clothing and letting it invade my dreams.”

“Well I’m flattered. I bet me not having pants on right now bothers you, huh?” He dropped his head into his hands and I saw his jaw clench. “Hey, Alex, it’s okay. Really.”

“It’s not funny.”

“I know. I’m sorry.” I touched his shoulder. “I can’t do anything for that, but if you ever need a hug or… a kiss, I’m here for you.”

He tensed up and I let my hand drop. “It’s not nice to lead people on. Eli told you that last night.”

“Sorry.” I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his shoulder blade before slipping off the bed and making my way to the door.

“Holly?” I turned back around to face him. “You can stay in here if you want.” He held a hopeful look on his face that struck me of how lonely he was again, and how it was the three of us who helped make him that way.

“Are you going to get up?”

“Not for another few minutes. My legs don’t feel like supporting me just yet.”

“Will you tell me what my present is?”

He seemed torn before he patted the side I’d just vacated. “Sure.”

I walked back to the bed and he pulled me back with him. “I understand how it happens, but isn’t it heavy? How does it stick up like that?”

He turned and put a hand over my eyes. “Please stop ogling me.”

“I enjoy ogling you though. Just be a nice man and let me.”

“You shouldn’t be looking at me like that.”

“You look at me like that.”

“But I’m not just looking at you like you’re a piece of meat.”

“That technically is a piece of meat, so I don’t see the problem here.”

He dropped his hand and pressed his head into my shoulder. “You’re infuriating.”

“I know. I love you, too, brother dearest.” I turned my head and kissed his forehead. He slid an arm over me and I felt comfortable if a little out of my element.

“Concert tickets, certificate for the spa, and lots of strawberry flavored candy and bubble bath.”

“Hmm. You guys do love me.” I felt him press a kiss to my shoulder and shivered lightly.

“Get under the covers if you’re cold.”

“I’m allowed to now?” He didn’t respond so I lifted up again and pulled them over me. “I want someone like you.”

“What?”

“You know how people always say girls go for men like their fathers or guys go for women like their mothers? Well, you were my guardian for a lot of my maturing and I think you’re a decent man. I want someone like you who will love me and care for me.”

“You have me. Why do you need someone like me?”

It was a good point since he didn’t have any qualms about being both, so I didn’t answer him. “I don’t want you to be lonely anymore, Alex.”

“You’ve said that before.”

“But I mean it. It makes me sad to think of you that way. I don’t feel like I could ever move on and move out just to leave you here without a beautiful wife and children.”

“I don’t want children. We’ve discussed this.”

I put my hand on his arm and started drawing pictures on his skin. “It’s the basic idea.”

“Don’t worry about me.”

“Is that the only way you’ll not be lonely?”

“It doesn’t matter. I don’t want pity love.”

“It wouldn’t be pity. I want you to be happy.”

“I’m happy right now.”

“So if I just sleep in your bed from now on you’ll be okay?”

“Sure.”

“Will you always sleep naked?”

“Does it bother you?”

“Not really I guess.”

“Then yes I will.”

I pondered it a moment and shifted closer to him so I could feel more of his arm around me. “If you promise to hold me every night I will.”

He nuzzled into my neck and murmured, “Of course. A woman in my bed will always feel cherished.”

—

“Where are you going?” I had exited the bathroom where I’d just showered and was on my way to Alex’s room. I turned, tugging on the bottom of the too-big shirt I was wearing for PJs, to face Eli who was leaning out his door.

“I was going to talk to Alex. Did you need me for something?”

“Not really. Just going to go bother you mostly.”

“Oh.” I smiled and stepped towards him. “Settle for a hug instead?”

“Sure.” He let go of the door frame and wrapped me into his arms. “Know what makes this better?” I waited for him to tell me. “You smell good and you’re not wearing a bra.”

I pushed away from him and messed up his hair. “Pervert. Goodnight.”

He grinned at me. “Night, Sis.” He closed his door back and I shut mine before going back across the hall and entering Alex’s.

“What are you doing?”

“You said I could sleep in here and you’d stay happy.” I carefully walked across his floor and held out a hand for the bed.

“I didn’t mean it literally.”

“Tough luck. I did. Scoot over.” I pulled back the covers and lay down beside him, rolling over to lay my head on his chest like we did in the tent. I shifted my body closer to his and felt the skin of his leg against mine. “You’re naked.”

“I beylikdüzü escort meant that literally.”

“I get that now.” I shut my eyes and listened to his heartbeat. “You’re a good kisser.”

“You don’t help my brain at all; you know that?”

“Sorry. I just thought you should know. In case you ever have any worries later in life.”

“I’m sure I won’t. I’m pretty sure I’ve honed my skills quite nicely.”

“Have you ever tied a girl to the bed?”

“What?”

“Just wondering.”

He was quiet a long time and I was starting to fall asleep. “No. Not many girls are open to it.”

“You were just into the wrong girls,” I mumbled as I dropped off to sleep.

“Probably.”

—

“Do you know where the fuck our sister—Oh.” JT barged into Alex’s room in the morning and I burrowed into Alex’s neck more to block him out. “Why is she in here?”

I felt Alex hold my leg in place right by his crotch and noticed he had his daily morning problem he was trying to hide from JT. “She had a bad dream and I told her she had to stop sleeping with Eli so he’d grow up without attachment issues.”

“I see. What was the dream about, Holly?”

I turned my mouth into open air. “You. Now get the fuck out.” I resumed my position snuggled up to Alex and heard the door shut.

“Be nice to your brother.” He let go of my leg and I unconsciously slid it closer to what I knew was there.

“Make him be nice to us and I’ll gladly be nice to him.” I lay still a little while. “I think I like this arrangement. You’re all warm and safe.”

“You can’t sleep in here again or JT will find out you’re not having bad dreams.”

“I’m not fucking you, so what’s it matter?” He didn’t reply and I pulled back to look at his face. “I’m not even kissing you.” My eyes were drawn to his mouth with that comment and he caught me as he opened his eyes and I was too slow to move mine to his. “I mean… All I’m doing is sleeping.”

“I’m naked.”

“And warm.” I kissed the shoulder I’d been laying on before replacing my head there.

“What happened to you being bothered by how I felt?”

“I’m taking it as a compliment that my stud of a brother chooses me over any other college girl around here.” I traced circles on his chest. “And you’re warm and nice to me when I’m nice to you.”

“You’re driving me insane right now.”

“I’ll take that to mean the good kind.” I shifted my leg again and his hand came down to grip it. “Plus, I’m not all that convinced you’re sure about how you feel since you ward off any advancement from me.”

“I’m not going to let you lead me on because I wouldn’t be able to control myself. I’m protecting you and myself from yourself.”

“See, that’s the thing. You’re too careful, Alex. If I suddenly decided I wanted to make out with you right now, you should just go with it, not question it.”

“I wouldn’t question that.”

“Really.” I sat up and looked him in the eye. “Kiss me.” He lifted up and took my face in his, pressing our lips together and pulling me back into a laying position. I let it go on for a second before pulling back. “Alright then, my point’s been shot down.” His eyes held need and I swallowed, pulling my body from him. “Maybe we shouldn’t do that again.”

“Why?”

I bit my lip under his calm scrutiny. “You confuse me.”

His mouth split into a grin. “Your mouth is amazing, too.” I shut my eyes as I thought of how those words were spoken in porn. “You don’t have to feel awkward.”

“I don’t.” I tilted my head and opened my eyes again. “I should, but I don’t.”

“Should?” He tugged on my wrist to get me to lie back down, but I sat fully up and faced him.

“You’re my brother, right? So I shouldn’t have dirty thoughts about you.”

He sat up and brought his face even with mine, looking at my lips. “Dirty thoughts, huh? Care to share?”

I laughed nervously and pushed on his shoulder until he lay back down. “I’ll just stick to looking at you.”

“Now who’s being careful?”

“I’d make out with you if you initiated it. I’m not overly careful. Hell, I didn’t freak out yesterday when—” I cut myself off and cleared my throat.

“When what?”

“Nothing. Things are gray in the mornings.” I smiled at him and moved to get off the bed. He caught my ankle as my other foot touched the floor and I looked back at him.

“Come back. I’ll sway you with my kissing skills I’m told I have.” My eyes stayed on his hand on my foot and swallowed. He tightened his hand and tugged a little. “What if I say please?”

“You have to catch me,” I said simply and tried pulling my foot away.

“I’ve caught you.”

“But I’m not on your bed, now am I? You don’t capture very well.” I didn’t look at him as I focused on the grip on my ankle that was slowly turning me on. He let go and I hurriedly pulled it off the bed and tried to walk away as arms went around me and lifted me back on the bed.

“Now you’ll stay?” He murmured into my neck, pressing a kiss there as he held me firmly against him. I shivered and he pulled the covers back over us, which alerted me to how shy he was not being anymore. I nodded slightly and he let his arms relax and pull me flush against his front. His lips just kissed their way along my neck and shoulder and I held onto his arms to make sure they didn’t stray. “It’d be easier if you weren’t wearing a shirt.”

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The languid summer breeze rustled through the dark, green leaves of the tree above Edward. He peered up from his book, slowly leant his head back and closed his eyes. Listening and drinking in the sounds and ambience of the countryside in summer. The realisation hit him just how much he had truly missed this place.

The place in question being his dear Aunt Rosemarie’s country home. Edward was very close to his Aunt Rosemarie and had stayed here countless times whilst growing up. A multitude of fond memories permeated his consciousness regarding his time here at Rosemarie’s. Some innocent, some not so.

This time, however, he was staying after a tumultuous first year at University studying for his PhD in Music Theory. His parents were currently away on a sojourn to France. So, when Rosemarie kindly offered that he recuperate at hers. He jumped at the offer.

“Eddie? Sorry to disturb your daydreaming but, can you give me a hand, please?” Aunt Rosemarie’s lilting voice drifted over, pleasantly interrupting his thoughts.

He opened his eyes and looked over to see his Aunt by the clothes-line and a basket of washing beside her on the lawn. Edward smiled at his attractive Aunt. Rosemarie was in her fifties and, with her flaxen hair and svelte figure, she looked extremely appealing dressed in a cream summer dress. He walked over to her.

As Eddie approached her, Rosemarie became acutely aware of just how much her handsome, young nephew had grown. Not only physically but, in the way he held himself. It was clear his confidence had blossomed at University. She recalled a family rumour that he was very close to his, much older, landlady, who he was staying with whilst studying hard.

Rosemarie felt a warm tingle through her body and the silky rayon material of the Directoire knickers she was wearing, underneath her summer dress, became more noticeable and prominent against her soft, sensitive flesh. The sweltering summer breeze seemed to magnify Rosemarie’s natural sensuality. An image suddenly flashed in her mind of the spankings she used to give him on numerous occasions in the past. She quickly composed herself.

“I’ve just finished with a client, Eddie. So, I was wanting to get this washing dry while I fix our dinner for tonight.” Rosemarie explained, smiling back at her nephew.

His Aunt ran a corsetry and traditional underwear-fitting service from her cottage. It was one of the many reasons Edward had such cherished memories of this place. The glimpses he had, when he was a teenager, of the mature village ladies that visited his dear Aunt for this service, were seared into his imagination. He was shooed out on numerous occasions for lingering too long as various ladies were being dressed and undressed, by his dear Aunt Rosemarie, in luxurious underwear.

“How can I help, Aunty?” Edward peered into the wash basket Rosemarie now held in her hands.

With a tremor of excitement, he noticed that the items within were mainly her knickers, slips and her tan nylon stockings. Rosemarie smiled knowingly at her young nephew’s interested gaze.

“Well, Eddie. I would like you to hang these up on the line for me, if you please. In this lovely, warm sunshine they will be dry in no time at all. Please, do try to be careful. They are my best undergarments, young man.” Rosemarie’s slightly stern tone immediately transported Edward back to the many times his Aunt had punished him over her knee.

He could almost feel, within the memory, the delightful combination of his stinging bottom and his prominent erection rubbing and chaffing against Aunty Rosemarie’s nylon-clad thighs with each firm whack of her elegant, yet firm, hand.

“I certainly will, Aunt Rosemarie. I often hang out Mabel’s delicates at my lodgings at Uni. She likes me doing that for her.” He reassured her as he took the inviting basket from her hands.

Mabel was Edward’s landlady, the source of that delicious rumour. Rosemarie’s interest was most definitely piqued. She idly wondered if this Mabel used her femininity and lingerie to bewitch and control certain types of men, just as she herself often did. Unbeknownst to her young Edward, Rosemarie was well aware that he had been taking and using her worn knickers from quite an early age. Maybe, she mused, it was time to see how much her nephew had truly matured with this unique and passionate trait and peccadillo.

“Good boy, Eddie. My, my, this Mabel does sound kadıköy escort interesting, I must say. You must tell me all about her sometime soon, dear.” She smiled at her nephew’s blushes upon hearing her say this.

Rosemarie was a very canny lass at manipulating men of a certain disposition, such as her nephew Edward. She quickly changed the topic of conversation.

“I shall be inside fixing our dinner. A nice salad I think, with it being so warm. Would you like me to draw you a bath after as well, Eddie dear?” She queried as she started towards the cottage.

“Yes please, Aunty. Thank you. It is so very good to be back here.” Edward chirped before attending to the very pleasurable job at hand.

Rosemarie flashed a smile back.

“It is good to have you back here, Edward.” She replied before letting herself in through the back door, to her kitchen.

Once inside she pottered about a bit by the sink, which best enabled her to observe her young charge, discreetly, through the kitchen window. Rosemarie noticed, with a pleasing curiosity, that after Edward had pegged each pair of her variously, coloured Directoire knickers on the line. He would stroke and slightly fondle them gently, with a dreamy look on his face, before reaching down to hang the next undergarment. Quite oblivious to the possibility that his Aunt may be watching.

Wondering if he was wearing the crisp, white, y-front underpants that she often posted to him. Rosemarie looked inquisitively at the front of Edward’s shorts. She keenly noticed that they were quite clearly sporting a slight yet, prominent bulging in the crotch.

Rosemarie bit her lip tentatively as her gusset began to gradually warm and moisten between her thighs. She took one last look at her dear nephew’s arousal before deciding, there and then, to put her wicked plan into action. Leaving the kitchen, Rosemarie alighted the hallway stairs leading to the bedrooms.

Edward returned to his seat in the garden. Hobbling, rather than walking, due to his engorged arousal frustratingly straining within the confines of his tight shorts and underpants.

He picked up his book and sat down onto the garden chair. Looking down he could see the lob-ended bulge of his erection jutting out obscenely against his blue cotton shorts. Edward placed the book over his pulsating knob for fear his Aunt may be watching.

Auntie Rosemarie and her lovely knickers always had this effect on him. His finest orgasms were constantly inspired by his dear Aunt. Since being a young lad lying on the living room floor reading whilst Aunty Rosemarie was sat in her chair in front of him.

Her tan stocking clad legs and her fluffy slippers mesmerising him as he constantly kept peeking up in the hope of her crossing her legs to expose her tantalising knickers and suspenders. She often did, much to Edward’s joy.

Edward suddenly recalled the night before he had arrived here, as further proof of the intense, erotic love he had for Rosemarie and her undergarments. He had been studying hard all day on a tricky Bach piece when Mabel, his landlady, decided to treat him to ‘Aunty Mabel’s knicker job’, she would jokingly call it.

Mabel was a Rubenesque, dark haired lady, just shy of sixty and Edward and herself had hit it off immediately upon him residing in her home. He absolutely adored her big, rounded derriere and matronly demeanour.

On that night, she had pulled a pair of her sky-blue Directoire knickers up and over Edward’s legs and twitching penis. Smoothing the knickers over his sensitive flesh before, lovingly manipulating his prominent, silky-covered arousal.

Edward tended to find in situations such as this, with an older lady and her knickers, he would become quite vocal in his passions. A lot of oohing and aahing, gasping and moaning as he bucked and squirmed, all the while proclaiming his love for Mabel and her adorable knickers.

“I think I am about to spend my load in your lovely knickers, Aunty Mabel!” He remembered crying out, at precisely the moment Mabel started to gently prod his sensitive, young bum-hole through the sensuous knicker material.

Edward’s thoughts were suddenly filled with the many past images of his dear Aunt Rosemarie. The orgasm engulfed him and strong spurts of his young cum flooded Mabel’s knickers. The creamy wads of spunk soaking the rayon material, üsküdar escort as if trying to frantically escape their erotic confinement.

“Oh, Aunty Rosie! I love your lovely, lovely knickers. Oh, knickers. Knickers.. knickers. Ooh..” Moaning, Edward looked down at Mabel, to realise what he had just uttered.

Mabel smiled back at him. Her hand down the front of her own knickers. Busily, frigging her sopping wet, shaven cunt, copiously oozing vaginal juices onto her warm gusset.

“Edward, dear!”

Aunt Rosemarie’s call shook him from his naughty recollection. He noticed his book had slipped off his crotch and his tented erection was at full mast for anyone to see. He hastily covered it with his hands and looked, nervously, around to see Rosemarie at the upper bedroom window.

“Come now, dear. Stop dilly-dallying. I have just drawn a nice bath for you. Do not disappoint your kind Auntie, now.” She smiled, before closing the window.

Determined now, more than ever, to see her young nephew’s engorged cock in the flesh. Twitching and jerking, directly as a result of her unique feminine charms and, of course, her lovely, sumptuous, erotic knickers.

Rosemarie went into her bedroom. Took down a picture from her wall and gazed through the peep hole that was hidden behind. Scrutinising Edward’s room through it, she was immensely pleased with herself that she had set everything up perfectly.

The tingling between her legs begged for attention. Yet, Rosemarie’s silken, aroused flesh of her cunt lips and clitoris would have to wait for satisfaction. The prolonged build up, she thought with a wry smile, was a pleasure within itself. Singing to herself, she started to sort out her attire for the evening.

Edward dropped down into the bathwater with a grateful sigh of relief. He placed his head back against the taps and closed his eyes. He concentrated, mentally, on the Bach piece he was currently studying for his university coursework. He felt it was the only thing to do to keep his mind, and penis, from fixating on his sexy Aunt and her wonderful bloomers.

Besides, Edward knew that later in the evening he would get his chance to relieve his frustration, so to speak. It was one of the many reasons he always loved staying at his Auntie Rosie’s home. In the guest room lay a veritable, erotic treasure trove. It was where she kept her laundry basket and Edward knew that many varied intimate items lay within it’s aromatic depths. He could wrangle his stiffness later on in bed, smothered in his favourite Auntie’s pungent and discarded wear.

He felt the flesh between his legs begin to stir, so he quickly began to visualise the legato section on the twenty-fourth bar of the Bach piece. A knock on the bathroom door interrupted his musical musings.

“Edward, dear? Sorry to disturb you, my love. But, I am afraid I need to use the toilet. Is it ok if I come in?” Rosemarie’s soft voice enquired, dampened somewhat from the door.

“But, Auntie Rosie. I am in the bath!” Edward exclaimed, embarrassed.

“Oh, come now, Eddie. I have seen you naked often enough since when you were a young boy. Besides, I only need a number one. Just cover yourself, sweetie.” Her rational answer belied a playful undercurrent of delight.

“Ok, Auntie Rosie. Sorry!” Edward covered his penis with both hands in preparation.

He secretly had always wanted to spy on his lovely Aunt having a pee. Little did Edward know just how wise his Auntie Rosemarie was to his many peccadillos he thought were kept a secret from her.

The door opened and Rosemarie entered the slightly humid atmosphere. She smiled at Edward, who was looking at her sheepishly with his hands covering his groin. His physique looked extremely appealing to her eyes. A grown, young man, indeed, was right before her in the bathtub. She quickly went to the toilet, lifted the seat, hiked up her dress and let her peach bloomers fall to her ankles, before sitting down.

From his vantage point in the bathtub, Edward could just see his Aunt’s slender nylon-clad legs and her gorgeous knickers gathered around her ankles. He tried desperately to resume his thoughts upon his coursework but, alas, to no avail. His prick started to swell and grow forcibly against his hands, at the sight of his Aunt’s beautiful legs and knickers.

Edward heard her start to hum gently to herself, before suddenly letting tuzla escort out a sigh of relief as the percussive sound of her pee hit the water, in the toilet bowl, below. This was all too much for young Edward and his sizeable penis stiffened with such strength and urgency it completely broke through his hands and stood proudly, twitching erratically. An obscene, pulsating, veiny mast, above the bathwater.

Rosemarie observed her nephew’s predicament with great interest and a smile. With the last spurts of her piss relieved from her bladder, she gazed, lustfully, at Edward’s lovely cock displaying for her. Rosemarie’s shaven cunt-hole started to warm and moisten and her clitoris became an unbearable throbbing pulse.

Thoughts of herself squatting over his straining prick and pissing all over his fleshy root. Before, finally, taking him into her, slowly fucking his penis with her hungry cunt and tight anus. Both crying out, passionately, as he shot thick wads of spunk into his dear Aunt’s lovely bum hole. Edward, frantically, reached for the flannel and threw it over his exposed excitement. Groaning to himself as he realised how absurd it looked. Rosemarie smiled to herself at her sweet nephew’s predicament.

“There, now. All done!” Rosemarie broke the silence and erotic tension.

She stood and pulled her knickers up and straightened her dress.

“Edward? I have left you some nice, clean underpants on your bed. Why don’t you have a nice lie down, before we eat and retire to the living room?” She suggested, nonchalantly, as if nothing had occurred.

“Yes, Auntie. That sounds like a good idea.” Edward nervously mumbled, confused, both, by his exposed embarrassment and his longing to wank and shoot his cum for his lovely Aunty.

“Good boy, Edward. You know it really is lovely to have you back here again, my love.” Rosemarie smiled at him, making sure to glimpse again his stiffness and then exited the bathroom.

She headed straight to her bedroom to bide her time by the spyhole and wait for Edward to come. And, come he did, eventually. Rosemarie saw him enter his room, still naked, with his erect prick jutting and waving about, in front of him, as he walked.

Rosemarie eagerly fingered her cunt through her knickers. Pushing the lovely knicker material into the folds of her pussy. He disappeared from view for a minute and Rosemarie knew why, she was very attuned to boys such as her young nephew. When Edward came back into view he had on the crisp, white underpants she had lain out for him. Also, in hand was a pair of her favourite vagina-pink knickers from the laundry hamper.

“Yes, my sweet nephew. You do like your Auntie’s knickers, don’t you?” Rosemarie thought to herself, as she let out a soft moan tending to her prominent clit.

Edward lay on his bed, pulled his enlarged member through the front of his underpants and held his Aunt’s gusset up to his nose. He inhaled deeply, as he took himself in hand and started to stroke the full length of his shaft.

“Oh! Auntie Rosie.. I love your knickers so much.. I need them and your lovely cunt and bum hole!” Edward moaned, quite loudly, as he manipulated his cock very skilfully.

Rosemarie let out a gasp of surprise and pleasure at hearing him so brazenly declare his love for her and her knickers. She reached around with her free hand and started to prod and finger her anus through her knickers. The sight of his cock jutting out from his y-fronts, was such an intense, visual pleasure to her.

“Mmm.. My dear nephew. Auntie likes to see your lovely cock sticking out of your y-fronts. Wank for my knickers. Oh, my cunt is lovely! Love my knickers. Make Aunty cum, young Eddie!” Rosemarie gasped and whispered and bit her lip, as she felt her orgasm build and about to break.

“Ooh! Aunty! Your knickers smell so good! I want to wear them and watch you piss for me.. Ooh! Aunty? I’m going to shoot my spunky mess! I love you.. Oh! Knickers..knickers..knick..” Edward failed to finish his excited exclamation.

Rosemarie watched as his body stiffened and his prick unleashed copious spurts of creamy, milky cum into the air.

“Oh, my darling boy! Aunty is cumming too! Love my knickers! Yes, love them..” Rosemarie whimpered and cried out under her breath as she creamed her cunt with lovely juices.

Her shuddering and squirming in complete erotic synchronisation with Edwards twitching and bucking. Her gusset damp and soppy from the gush of her intimate cunt essence. Breathless, she closed her eyes as the pleasure engulfed and devoured her completely.

After, what seemed like an age she opened her eyes. She smiled, lovingly, at the sight of her dear nephew, asleep, cuddling her worn, pink knickers with a peaceful, sublime look upon his face.

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It was the summer of my Sophomore year at college and I came home to spend three months hanging out at the community pool and not studying. That lasted about forty-five minutes…

I always like to come home during breaks at college to keep my Dad company. We lost my Mom ten years ago and while he has plenty of hobbies and friends I still don’t like to see him lonely. I had driven the three hours home from college and was greeted by a great big hug by Dad as soon as I pulled up. We spent almost an hour unpacking the car, mostly wondering why I had so much stuff, and brought everything inside.

“Oh hey honey can you grab the mail while you shut the trunk!” Dad shouted.

“Sure!” I said facing the front door.

I began to jog backwards towards the mail box but as I turned to see where I was going I tripped over a garden gnome. My hands flailed out in front of me to stop the fall but the concrete was not forgiving.

Apparently the best thing you can do when falling is to roll. This is the advice the doctor was giving me as he was putting both my hands into casts. They even cut off my favorite shirt! I knew light-weight long sleeve shirts in summer were a bad idea. I got to go home with a paper hospital gown covering my bra. I was now to spend the whole summer with these things on! It wouldn’t be so bad, I can scroll Instagram with a broken wrist but I tore something in my hands that required the casts to go all the way up to my fingers. Siri was going to get a workout this summer.

After a good cry in the car we arrived back at home. Dad got the mail since…ya know…I didn’t and we went inside. The house is a Bi-level. Both bedrooms and a full bath upstairs; the kitchen, living room, and office downstairs.

I decided that binge-ing The Office was the only cure to this and headed downstairs. Did you know that most people grab the railing on the stairs to balance themselves? Who knew? My cast slid right off the railing and I slid down the steps feet first. Back at the hospital Dad asked the doctor if he could get his frequent visitor card punched, hoping to get a free sandwich by the end of the month. Now my right foot and both hands are in a cast. Adding more insult to this injury they had to cut off one of my favorite pairs of jeans leaving me in a bra and panties under a paper gown. Wonderful.

So now I finally arrive home 10 hours after I had gotten home the first time. Dad guided me upstairs and to my bedroom. I don’t know if he could tell I was tired or just trying to make sure I didn’t injure myself. I didn’t even try to get comfortable, just collapsed on the bed and let Dad cover me with a blanket. He said goodnight and closed the door. I was tired but the rustling of my paper gown made me bonkers. I kept tossing and turning, which isn’t easy with only 3 working appendages. Eventually I caved.

“Dad!”

“What’s the matter honey?”

“Can you take this gown? It’s driving me nuts!”

I held up the blanket the best I could while he grabbed the collar and pulled it out from under the blanket. He crumbled it up and tossed it in the trash.

“Good night sweetie”

I slept well. Painkillers made sure of that. Shortly after I woke up dad came up to see how I was doing

“You want to come down for some breakfast?”

“Sure, halkalı escort I …”

As I began to stand up our eyes met and we both realized I was under the blanket in my underwear, the gown was destroyed and there were no clothes I could wear over two broken wrists and an ankle. I retreated back under the covers and we both became silent. Dad thought for a minute, “Ah!” and then dashed away.

I heard him come up from the downstairs closet with his big orange bag. It’s his “Swag Bag”, the bag full of crap vendors give out at all those trade shows his work makes him attend every year. From the bag Dad pulled out two XXXXL shirts. The smile on his face was a mile wide as he showed off his genius. Genius being the opposite of the vendors stocking XXXXL shirts let alone giving them to a man who is 180lbs max. He slipped one of the shirts over my head and I wriggled into it the best I could. The huge arm holes and long body were perfect to cover me.

We had breakfast and I enjoyed a few episodes of The Office. By 1pm we were deciding what to eat for lunch when I had a terrible realization…I had to pee. I held off as long as I could but eventually I told Dad and he helped me up the stairs, into the bathroom and got me turned around so I could sit on the toilet.

As he began to shut the door he said, “I’ll be outside. Let me know when you’re done so I can help you back out of the bathroom.”

I hiked up the shirt and then stopped, “Um Dad…” I muttered pointing to the waistband of my underwear and how my fingers couldn’t manipulate it.

“Ah…right…ok…”

Dad came over and bent down in front of me. He turned his head so as to not see anything and slid down my underwear. He got up and closed the door behind him. It was a little weird knowing he was standing out there but I was able to go. The saving grace here is that last year Dad invested in a super fancy bidet attachment for the toilet. Full wash and air dry, Hallelujah! I called out that I was done and he came back in. While I was still seated he began to raise my underwear back up but the band caught on the cast on my foot. RRRRRRRRIP. We looked at each other in awe.

Dad went into my room and grabbed another pair of underwear from my drawer, a phrase I wasn’t expecting in my life, and came back into the bathroom. He slipped them over my feet and RRRRRRRRIP.

“Take 3,” he laughed.

RRRRRRRRIP

“Ya know what?” Dad exclaimed. “You’re a big girl, you can just not wear underwear today.”

“Yea lets not try that again. If even my stretchy workout underwear doesn’t fit over the cast I don’t want to ruin any more.”

He helped me to my feet and back downstairs to eat. The awkwardness faded quickly but having my Dad know I’m not wearing underwear felt a little weird.

We watched more Office and I went to sleep pretty early, changing into the other shirt before bed. When I woke Dad came into my room with a sigh on his face.

“I hate to say this…” He paused, “you’ve been home for three days now. You stink and…” sighing, “need a shower.”

I hung my head acknowledging that he was in fact right. I smelled RIPE and while it was going to suck we should get it over with. We headed to the bathroom. nişantaşı escort Dad started the shower and kept checking to make sure it was warm. While it got hot he grabbed three grocery bags and duct taped them around my casts.

The water was finally warm and he looked at me with a bit of a sad face. He lifted the shirt up above my neatly trimmed pubes, past my waist and up over my arms. I turned to face the shower. Dad unclasped my bra and helped me toss it to the side. I was happy I chose to wear a bra on the drive home. My B cups hang nicely on their own but I wanted a little support for all the potholes our state has. Dad helped guide me into the shower and began to get my hair wet. He lathered shampoo into my hair (and eyes) and then rinsed it out revealing the long shiny auburn that had been hiding under all that buildup.

As he grabbed the loofah he chuckled, “Ok it’s bubble time just like when you were little. Do you want a rubber ducky to play with?”

“I would actually prefer to NOT pretend this is like when I was little…I wouldn’t say no to the rubber duck though”

We both laughed and Dad began to soap my back. It felt nice to be getting clean but holding my hands up like a DJ and trying to keep one foot out of the water kind of took away any possible enjoyment I might have. Next he washed my arms and in a rush skipped down to my legs. Realizing that it’s not a shower if you aren’t going to get clean he moved back up and began washing my ass. Probably not as good as he should have but at least it was clean.

Knowing he was done with my back I sighed and turned. Dad smiled at me and tried to continue as pleasantly as possible. He cleaned my arms and my tummy, again rushing down to my legs before coming back up to wash the inevitable. The loofah tickled a bit as he encircled my nipples. I guess it’s a different feeling when someone else does it. Finally he ran the soap up my thighs and around my mound. I’m so glad his high school gave a proper Sex Ed class and taught the men not to get soap in there. Once fully soaped Dad grabbed the shower head and rinsed me down.

He handed me a towel to dry off but as with this whole situation, paused realizing I couldn’t do it, and dried me off. Dad grabbed the huge shirt he had washed and dried last night placing it over me as I handed him the towel. Now covered I hobbled my way back into the bedroom but as I passed through the doorway the shirt caught on the door knob and I fell to the ground. RRRRRRRIP.

“Oh come on!” I cried.

The shirt had completely ripped in half leaving me exposed on the bedroom floor. Dad helped me to the bed and wrapped the towel back around me.

“So uh…being the proactive father I am…The other shirt is in the wash. And since we don’t want it to shrink I have to dry it on low. So…”

“How long am I stuck in a towel?”

“Cold wash, fabric softener, low tumble dry…3 hours. Sorry Honey.”

“Well I guess I’ll be watching TV in a towel for awhile then.”

We ventured downstairs and sat on the couch while I attempted to clutch the edges of the towel with my arm pits. It kept sliding down and down and down. Eventually Dad got up and helped hike it back up. This repeated every twenty minutes and şişli escort by hour two I screamed in frustration and flung the towel open exposing my naked body to my Dad.

“Stephanie what are you doing!?!”

“I can’t take it anymore! This is so frustrating,” exaggerating to my casts, “I’d rather just sit here naked. You’ve already seen me, I can’t get MORE naked than a shower.”

“I know you are frustrated honey but…”

I cut him off by turning up the volume. He could tell I was pissed and resigned to keep his eyes locked on the TV. About an hour later the dryer dinged.

Dad could not have jumped up off the couch faster, “Shirt is ready!”

“Don’t bother. I don’t want to rip it in case I have to go back to the hospital again.”

My father could tell I had given up and decided not to fight me. We were adults. I can sit naked on the couch.

This was pretty much the status quo for a couple of weeks. Dad bathed me every other day and I sat on the couch in the nude watching Netflix. I could tell he looked over a few times but I ignored the looks. I was sure they were harmless.

While I had calmed down after that day of frustration my temper was slowly building. Three weeks without masturbation will drive anyone crazy. I tried humping my pillow but couldn’t get a good rhythm due to my foot. I tried diddling myself but with the casts on my hands it was a waste. Finally one night was able to get my nightstand open and my battery-powered magic wand out and on. Getting it in between my legs wasn’t easy but I managed. As I lay there trying to wriggle into position my mind wandered to the fact that I had been nude for the last 3 weeks. There were times when the rush got to me. Trying to clean wetness stains off the couch wasn’t easy with casts on my hands but I think I hid it well. I just needed an actual release. Of course that wasn’t happening since I couldn’t hold the Magic Wand up to my pussy so it just kept shuttling away from me on the bed. I shifted down and again it slid away from me. I shifted even further; it slid away. I let out a growl of frustration. Perhaps a bit too loud.

As the door flew open Dad shouted, “Are you okay?…Oh.”

“Daddy?!” I cried as the embarrassment hit me.

Dad turned to face the hallway, “It’s ok Sweetie. You’re a uh…woman with needs. I’ll let you get back to…it”

Out of pure desperation I shouted, “Ugh I wish I could! Fucking thing keeps sliding away. I hate these casts!”

My father’s head hung low in the doorway. His daughter needed his help. He turned back to face me. Quietly and calmly came over to the bed and knelt down at the foot. Turning his head slightly away from me he grasped the base of the toy and slowly brought it up to my pussy. I was so stunned I wasn’t able to get out the word “Stop.” Instead my brain could only think of the pleasure to finally be had. As he gently applied pressure to me my lips spread and the wetness I had been building finally coated the head of the wand. Bracing off the headboard I sunk deeper on to the toy making the vibrations reach my clit.

“Oh..god…” I let out

Dad turned his head back to see his little girl writhing in pleasure, “It’s ok baby. I know you need to come. Go ahead. Do it.”

“Ohhhhh…” I moaned as I pushed harder on to the toy. I felt it cresting and looked down to see Dad looking up at me, “Oh oh oh oh…Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Daddy pulled the toy away from me, my wetness sticking to it. He turned it off and stood up. As he took a step to the door he stopped and twisted back to me. He kissed me on my forehead.

“I love you Sweetie.”

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“I’m accepted!” declared Sabine, holding the college acceptance letter in her hand as she beamed at her father, the recently discarded envelope it had arrived in laying across the kitchen table.

Artur turned away from the bacon sizzling in front of him to look over his shoulder at her, dimples forming in the light chocolatey toned skin of his face at each corner of his mouth, “That’s great to hear! We should throw a little party to celebrate, invite some people over. Make it a real night to remember.”

Sabine’s cheeks reddened, mostly hidden by her dark skin but still visible regardless, “Dad, you don’t need to do that. Really.” She tried to sound firm but she sounded more than a little nervous.

He shook his head as he turned back to the bacon, making sure that it wasn’t burning before turning back, “Come on, I’ll even buy you some drinks so it can be a real party.” He gave a little lighthearted chuckle as he emphasized the last two words, flipping the bacon to brown the other side.

“You shouldn’t do that, I’m still not old enough…” She trailed off for a few seconds, her Dad about to answer when she suddenly added, “Besides, I don’t even know anyone well enough to invite them over. I don’t have any real good friends, I never fit in back in High School…” Her words trailed off again and her brown eyes became downcast as she let out a sigh.

Artur seemed taken aback by that claim, “No friends? That can’t be right.” He hoped she would correct him but when she only looked more ashamed he realized that maybe she wasn’t just exaggerating. He never had seen her hanging out with anyone much, now that he thought about it. “Hey, that’s fine. We can have a party with just the two of us. Have some drinks, watch some movies, play some board games. Make a night of it. How does that sound?”

She still felt like it was maybe a bit irresponsible to be drinking, but her father’s insistence made her mull it over in her head and she finally gave a slow nod, “Well… Okay… I guess we can just hang out and have a party with us. But I heard alcohol tastes really gross, I don’t want to be drinking gross stuff all night.”

He nodded slowly as he took the bacon off the heat and transferred it onto a plate laden with paper towels, the white paper quickly turning translucent in spots under the strips of crispy fried meat strips as it soaked up the excess grease. He folded the towels over the bacon and pressed it down lightly to soak some up off the top before going over and wrapping his arms around his daughter’s shoulders from behind. His broad shouldered and taller frame dwarfed hers and she melted into him and leaned back, lavishing in his fatherly love and feeling deeply comforted as the anxiety of the proposition faded away.

“I’ll get the drinks after breakfast and we can start partying after dinner tonight. Best not to drink on an empty stomach.” He nodded in a tongue-in-cheek sagely fashion before cracking a wide smile and getting back to breakfast, cracking eggs into the pan of bacon grease and filling the kitchen even more with the delicious smells of frying pork fat.

–

Artur finished the last bite of the celebratory steak dinner with a satisfied sigh as he leaned back in his chair and ran a hand back through his short brown hair. “Ah! That was delicious.” He gave his stomach a couple smacks with the flat of his hand before looking over at Sabine, asking with the quirk of an eyebrow, “Want a drink? I’ll mix us each up one. And don’t worry, I’ll mix yours a little on the lighter side so it doesn’t taste too gross for you.”

Sabine still had a part of her steak and baked potato left but she nodded back in response, answer a bit slowly after swallowing her bite, “Um, yeah, sure.” She sounded a little uncertain but was going with the prior established plan. She figured it was probably good for her to let loose every once in a while, even if she was finding herself a bit embarrassed about her first time drinking being with her father.

He got up from his seat and took his dishes into the kitchen sink as he went to make the drinks for each of them. Artur popped open the cupboards and retrieved a pair of glasses before withdrawing a bottle of vodka and tray of ice from the freeze and a jug of pineapple juice from the fridge. The cold cubes of ice made light clinking noises as they were dropped into each of the glasses, followed by the soft trickle of alcohol being poured into each cup. He put notably more into one drink, the one he intended for himself having enough to cover several ice cubes in the glass while the one he intended for Sabine had just enough to come slightly under the top of the bottom ice cube in the glass. However once the pineapple juice was added to each they looked identical, aside from a strong alcoholic scent and taste to the one for Artur.

He came back to the table and set Sabine’s drink down next to her plate before sitting down at his empty seat. “There you are, your first drink. Enjoy.” He smiled and took a sip of his drink and his face visibly scrunched istanbul escort and his smile briefly vanished at the strong taste of vodka, briefly regretting just how much he had put in his own drink in the hopes of keeping the same level of buzz as his daughter. But it was too late to put it back now and he wasn’t going to let it go to waste.

Sabine was a bit anxious after the face her Dad made from his drink but after finishing the last of her steak she cautiously took a sip of her drink, finding herself pleasantly surprised as the taste of alcohol was nearly completely unrecognizable in the sweet acidity of the pineapple juice. She smiled and gave a bubbly, “Thank you! It’s delicious!”

She took a long gulp and her Dad was quick to raise a hand and cut in, “Woah now, take it slow. Drink too fast and you won’t be feeling very good.” He chuckled under his breath as she looked briefly alarmed and then took a much smaller sip. “So, what movie do you want to watch?”

Sabine put a finger to her lip as she briefly thought over the options…

–

It was nearly midnight by the time they’d finished with watching movies, both of them a few drinks deep and Sabine feeling a bit tipsy while Artur felt more than a bit flat out drunk. His speech was slightly but audibly slurred as he got up from his seat on the couch next to his daughter and looked around, “So, uh, what should we play then? We were gonna play some games, right?” He raised an eyebrow and looked down at Sabine, offering a hand to help her up off the couch.

She took the hand and used it to help herself up, but she found her Dad was a bit unsteady on his feet and he briefly stumbled a few steps after helping her get up, but he quickly regained his footing. “I’m not really feeling like any board games, honestly.” She said, thinking he looked a bit too drunk to play.

He just shrugged in response and replied, “Okay, how about a card game? Ever played poker?” His slurred speech made for a certain comical effect on Sabine and she had to resist the urge to smile from ear to ear in response to the question. She shook her head no without verbally responding while she tried and failed to suppress the smile.

Artur laughed and went over to the closet door, opening it to reach in and briefly ruffle through a box of various board games to find a box of cards, “Well then, I’ll teach ya. We can play with some pocket money, how much you got?” He asked of her while looking down at her pockets, his eyes briefly and unconsciously wandering over her wide hips.

“Ummm…” She replied softly while she reached into the pockets of her black cloth pants, withdrawing a small crunched up wad of bills and counting them out, “About seventeen dollars and change?” She said with a quizzical tone, though it wasn’t really a question.

Her Dad reached into the pockets of his jeans and withdrew a clipped wad of cash, pulling out some bills and pushing them toward Sabine, “Here, have some extra so we can both start with decent sized pots.”

She shook her head and pushed the money away, “No, Dad, I’m not going to take your money.”

He laughed under his breath and shook his head, “That’s half the fun of poker.” He tried to offer the money again but when she declined he shook his head and admitted defeat. “Fine, I’ll play with seventeen dollars as well. Come over here.” He motions her over to the kitchen table as he pulls the deck out of its packaging and begins to rather messily shuffle the deck. His head drooped slightly from intoxication as he dealt each of them a hand of five cards for the simplest kind of poker, five card stud.

“Now, pay close attention. I don’t wanna have to repeat myself ten times during the game…”He started as he explained the rules of the game to his daughter.

–

It was about an hour and a half later and Sabine seemed to have quite the degree of master over the game, at least compared to her drunken Dad seated opposite at the table. A small pile of bills sat in front of her, far more than had been in the initial combined pot of thirty-four dollars. Artur had kept adding more money to his pot as he kept finding himself beaten by the expert, or perhaps just relatively sober, maneuverings of Sabine. But now he was all out of money and they didn’t have a set of chips to bet with, nor did he have the cognitive power to think of a good replacement for them.

“Well, it looks like you’ve cleaned me out for the night, little lady.” He slurred, putting down his last hand containing a pitiful pair of twos to Sabine’s full house. She was quick to snatch up his last ten dollar bill with a devious smile, apparently quite enjoying the game.

She briefly pouted after though, “Wait, does that mean we’re done playing? I don’t want to stop, I was having so much fun!”

“You’ve got all my money, I got nothing left to play with.” Artur responded, gesturing with a hand to the empty space in front of him where he had been keeping his moneys.

She avcılar escort thought for a moment before taking a fistful of the cash in front of her and offering it to her Dad, “Here, take back some of your money then so we can keep playing.”

He just shook his head at that, “Nah, poker’s only really fun if you’re playing for keeps.” His tone of voice was dismissive, the alcohol in his system causing him to hang his head from his shoulders in combined defeat and exhaustion.

“Well, isn’t there some other way we could play? Like without betting money or something?” Sabine said, taking a large gulp of her drink after asking the question.

Artur seemed to think for a moment before jokingly answering with a chuckle, “Sure, we could play strip poker.”

Perhaps it was the alcohol in her system or perhaps her brain just wasn’t quite following the situation entirely but without even thinking Sabine gave a lightning quick and rather energetic sounding, “Yes!”

He sat up in his chair as though struck by a lightning bolt and looked over at his daughter, the response slowly sinking in as he could feel his face heating up and a blush forming at his cheeks as well as an unexpected tingling in his loins at the thought. He stumbled over his words in response, “Well, uh… I, uh… I guess. Since it’s your party.” His voice was still quite slurred but he sounded definitely conflicted. Part of him wanted to put a stop to this right here and now and was deeply embarrassed by all this, but the alcohol had done a damn fine job of breaking down the inhibition part of his thoughts. The other part of him was strangely aroused by the prospect, and he really didn’t know what to think of that.

As her Dad answered the implications of what they were going to be doing began to sink in and Sabine could feel her own cheeks rapidly reddening and could even feel it starting to spread down onto her chest. Had she really just agreed to that? She could hardly believe it herself. But even in her lesser inebriated state her inhibitions had been deteriorated enough that she couldn’t muster the willpower to put a stop to what was already in motion. She still really wanted to play poker and she was willing to let the scene play out. At least for now, or so she told herself.

Both of them were blushing noticeably as the first hand was dealt, each card landing on the table had a new sort of suspense behind it that it had not before. Even though they had been dealing with money, there was more weight behind the cards and the maneuverings now that it was clothing they were betting with instead of just money. Something more personal and invested about it.

As Sabine got her hand she suppressed the urge to purse her lips, seeing that she’d gotten nothing more than a high card. Artur, on the other hand, was unable to suppress the beaming smile on his lips at the amazing hand he’d been dealt. He asked his daughter, “Discards?”

She nodded, picking out the high card to keep and discarding everything else. Unfortunately the hand she got in return for her discards wasn’t any better, offering her a simple pair of threes. She asked the same of her Dad, “Discards?” As she took another long gulp of her drink.

He shook his head no and then laid down the hand he was holding, spread open like a fan. A straight, far outclassing Sabine’s hand. Her heart briefly sank in her chest as she knew she’d lost and what it meant, but she wasn’t yet willing to give up. “Well, here we go then,” she said, her own voice now just slightly slurred as well from the drinks over the course of the night.

She could feel a certain coiling and uncoiling in her nethers that she didn’t yet identify with anything though it was just the vague beginnings of arousal as, with a heavy heart, she reached for the bottom of her purple top and pulled it up over her head and long black hair to dump it upon the ground next to her. Under the shirt her torso was soft and had a certain pleasant plumpness to it, the soft curves of her skin hiding the harshness of the bone structure beneath but not spilling out in any kind of excess. She was wearing a matching simple purple bra underneath that supported her fairly average sized breasts and still hid them from her father’s view.

Just the simple removal of her top had brought a new wave of arousal through the inebriated brain of her Dad, who found his eyes lingering on her chest for a few seconds and then drifting over the soft curves of her torso before he snapped out of it and nodded, “Alright then, next hand.” He said, gathering up the cards and practically just tossing the deck together and peeling it back apart a few times in various ways to sloppily shuffle it before doling out five more cards to each of them.

When Sabine pulled her hand up this time she wasn’t able to suppress the smile. Two pairs with aces high, not a bad hand at all. She could work with this. Artur was harder to read this time, his lips pursed and brow furrowed as he studied the hand in front of him. “Any şirinevler escort discards?” She asked of her Dad.

Artur looked over his hand for several long seconds before slowly shaking his head, “No, I think I’ll keep my hand. You?” He asked, looking quizzically at her as she plucked a card from her hand and then slid it over. He replaced it with one from the top of the deck that she slid back into her hand. Unfortunately it didn’t grant her any new options. With some reluctance she set the cards down on the table in front of her face-up, waiting with bated breath to see her Dad’s hand.

He put down a three of a kind, outmatching her hand and immediately Sabine’s heart sunk again. This luck was just terrible! How could this happen? Drawing in her breath deeply and letting out a long sigh but still resolute in continuing to play, she stood up from the table and hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her pants before tugging them down over her wide hips and bending at the waist to pull them down her legs. Underneath she wore a simple black pair of boyshorts.

As she bent over and her face was turned away from him, her father’s eyes lingered on the curves of her rear and thighs with a smile. He could feel himself hardening in his pants and he was incredibly thankful that the jeans he was wearing did such a good job of hiding it. He was so focused on looking at her, in fact, that he failed to notice her noticing him. She could feel her cheeks reddening intensely as she saw her own Dad staring at her with such hungry eyes and the arousal in her, too, was gradually starting to build.

She stood back up, causing Artur to break his gaze and act as though he hadn’t been doing a thing, and took a seat back in her chair. “Next hand?” She asked, sounding a bit uneasy but still pressing forward. She really wasn’t sure what to make of her own internal feelings at the moment but the alcohol dulled them enough that she really just wanted to get on with playing poker.

Artur swallowed and cleared his throat, “Yeah, next hand.” He gathered up the cards and gave them another shuffling before dealing out another five cards. This time neither one of them looked overly pleased at their hands, Sabine seeing nothing but a single pair of kings.

“Any discards?” He asked her as his eyes wandered from her face and cards down briefly across her chest before shooting back up to her eyes again as he realized she could plainly see he was staring at her.

She offered up three cards and didn’t seem especially pleased by what she got. Artur discarded the same number and seemed equally displeased with the situation and when it came time to show their hands both of them seemed a bit reluctant to show what they had but did it any way. Both had poor hands, and shockingly both of them had a pair of kings.

“Dad, how does that work when we both have the same cards?” She asked, hoping that she might get a second chance to worm out of dropping another piece of clothing and also genuinely curious of how this situation was handled.

He made a tsk sound with the corner of his mouth before responding, “It goes by suit, the symbols on the cards. Diamonds beat hearts, clubs beat diamonds, spades beat clubs.” He then pointed to one of his kings sitting on the table. It was the king of spades. “Looks like I won this round too. I’m on a roll.”

Sabine gave a huff and could feel herself turning as red as physically possible as she realized she’d need to drop either her bra or panties. She was both afraid and she could feel herself, confusingly, getting really aroused at the thought. She’d never actually been naked in front of another person before, at least not as anything more than a small child, so the entire experience was very new to her and the naughty aspect of it had her forming a damp spot between her legs in the fabric of her black boyshorts. But she still wasn’t quite ready to dive into the deep end, so she slowly reached back behind herself and unhooked her bra.

With some hesitation she let the article fall from her chest onto the floor, revealing her half-dollar sized dark brown areola and the slightly lighter flesh that surrounds them. Artur could feel the twitch in his groin from the sight as his eyes briefly locked on the newly released fleshy orbs. His eyes feasted on them, but they could not linger for long before he realized he was perhaps overstepping his bounds a bit and focused back on his daughter’s face. With a slightly nervous tone he said, “Well, I think you need a sharp reversal of fortune here, little lady.”

She wanted to respond but she was far too embarrassed and just covered her face and mouth and nodded slowly, covering her chest with her arms briefly before having to lower them to get her cards for the next round of the game. She took another gulp of her drink for courage, but she was still set on playing. This was more fun than she felt like she’d ever had before, and she didn’t want to let some embarrassment get in the way.

Artur looked a little nervous but excited as he looked at his hand, a small curl at the corner of his mouth as his eyes nervously glanced over Sabine’s body while she looked at her own cards. She looked confident. A full house, a pretty safe set. “Discards?” Asked Artur as he quirked an eyebrow her way. For the first time since they started playing she shook her head no.

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This is the third chapter of this story. This chapter picks up immediately after the end of chapter two where Bobby masturbated in front of his mother.

*

I closed my eyes and was aware of my half hard cock bobbing over my balls, swaying slightly in time with my breathing. I felt a stirring at my feet and opened my eyes to see my mother kneeling down and untying my sneakers. She looked up to see me looking down at her as one shoe, and then the other, fell away. I saw her glance up at my slimy, cum covered cock and smile.

Standing, she leaned over to me and lightly kissed my cheek, placing one hand on my chest and one on my shoulder saying “Just close your eyes and let me get you cleaned up…… sit there and relax, take some deep breaths and keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them.”

That was just fine with me, too. I was still trying to catch my breath, feeling exhausted after my masturbation exhibition in front of my mother. My chest was thumping and I was covered with light sweat and cum. I felt light headed, but good. I felt older, somehow. It didn’t matter that my pants and underwear were now completely resting around my ankles and I didn’t give one solitary thought to my nakedness. In fact, I shamelessly let my knees fall apart hoping she was would see it as an invitation.

Sitting there, I realized my mother and I had transcended a traditionally observed boundary. Things couldn’t be the same as they were before. She had seen me masturbate. Hell, she had even helped me – sort of. Unless I misunderstood, she gave me permission to use her panties when I masturbated and even do it in front of her again. She had already seen me make my cock hard and stroke it, not to mention spray my sperm all over when I came. But, I think most of all, I felt proud of what happened. In some way, it felt wonderful to be exposed in front of her and even more wonderful to know that she enjoyed it, too.

I was snapped back to reality when I felt her lift one of my feet and tug my jeans and underwear off. She did the same with the other foot and when she did, I positioned my feet in such a way that my knees naturally fell open allowing an avenue for her to approach, if she wanted to. The thought of her stripping me and sitting in such an exposing position in front of her soon caused my to cock to react and start to stiffen as she worked at my feet.

When I opened my eyes to see the state of my hardening cock, I saw that she was no longer there. After a few seconds, I heard the sound of water running at the sink and then shortly after, I heard the water stop. Hearing her footsteps approaching, I closed my eyes and waited for her return.

Almost immediately, she was beside me and I felt her hand on my head and her lips kiss me on the cheek again. “I’m proud of you,” she said, “that took a lot of courage, especially with me watching. And, just so you know, I was very turned-on watching you…. I haven’t been that excited and aroused for a long time, Mister. Thank you… and I really mean that.” This time I felt her kiss me very lightly on the lips.

Shortly, I felt the soothing warmth of a hot washcloth as it wiped my spent cum from my hands, and then my legs. Working her way up, she was wiping down my thighs and when I thought she was through, I felt her gently grasp the tip of my cock and wipe around the base, then work her way up my shaft. Her touch made it swell and throb uncontrollably in her hands, and in response, she squeezed me lightly. I couldn’t help but give it a flex or two as she held me.

“Oh, my…”. She said. Hearing her, I opened my eyes to see my mother again kneeling between my legs, staring at my hardened cock in her hand. “I used to wash you like this when you were little,” she said, “that was a long time ago and until today, I didn’t realize that you really were a full grown man now.”

She continued speaking as she held and starred at my cock, saying “Sweetheart, I don’t have any regrets about what we just did. I don’t have any doubts that you enjoyed it and I’ll be honest and say I did, too.” She went back to wiping my cock with the washcloth as she spoke, saying “But, this is something neither one of us can ever speak of to anyone else…. Can you understand why, Bobby?”

“Mom, I realize that and I would never say or do anything that would get us or the family in trouble. But, Mom….” I paused for a moment to pick just the right words…

She was finishing wiping the cum off my cock as she said “Yes, I’m listening…”

“Uh, well I don’t know exactly how to say this, but, uh, I think that was just about the best time I’ve ever had masturbating….. and, uh….. it was because of you, Mom. The things you said and did just really got to me. Do you think it would be alright if we did something like this again? That is, if you want to.”

“Come on,” she said, “close your eyes and relax while I finish so we can get you dressed before you father and sister get home.”

I sarıyer escort closed my eyes and felt her hands back on my cock, both of them now – holding it like a baseball bat, stroking it very softly up and down. I opened my eyes just a crack to see her holding it right in front of her face, looking at it. She glanced up at me, I assume to see if my eyes were closed, and satisfied that I wasn’t looking, she brushed my cock against her cheek. Then looking up at me again, she moved her mouth closer. When she was close enough, her tongue darted out and I saw her take a drop of cum from the head of my cock and then disappear back into her mouth. I couldn’t help it – my cock pulsed and I felt it harden and tug against her grasp.

“Well,” she said, “I think you’re cleaned up fairly well, so you just sit there and get your wind back while I get your clothes.”

I closed my eyes again, laid my head back and relaxed. “What you said before was sweet, Bobby. Every woman likes to know that she’s sexy and desirable and still has what it takes to turn a man on. And, even though we both know this shouldn’t have happened, I think right now, we both want it to happen again. But, let’s just sleep on it and see how we feel about it when we both have a clearer mind. Would you feel comfortable talking about it sometime later?”

“I’m not going to change my mind, Mom. There’s no way I’m ever going to forget this. It was just too special……”

She interrupted me by saying “Bobby, you feel like that now because you’re still excited and your wee-wee is making all the decisions for you….. lets just save that discussion for another time and I promise we’ll talk it through very soon.”

As she talked, she lifted first one foot and then the other to slip on my underwear. Telling me to stand, I opened my eyes and raised myself out of the chair. Looking down, I couldn’t believe what I saw. She was pulling a pair of yellow nylon panties up my legs. Seeing my concern, she simply said “Your own underwear was covered with sperm, Sweetheart….. these are your sister’s and will have to do for now…. I don’t have any of your underwear down here. You took them all upstairs, remember? Besides, no one will know except you and I, and they are clean, so just go along with it for now.”

She pulled the panties up my legs and settled them on my hips. She wasn’t bashful about reaching into the panties, grasping my hardness and pulling it straight up against my stomach. “If they bother you, you can change out of them later. How about that?”

They were snug, but they weren’t tight. As she adjusted the waistband and the elastic on the legs, she playfully cupped my balls and my cock with both her hands which caused my cock to lurch and pulse. A small wet spot appeared on the material where the tip of my cock touched. Noticing the wet spot, she smiled, looked up at me and said “Seems as though they fit pretty well, and, uh……. judging from your reaction, you may just like them. Why don’t you give them a chance and see how you feel about it in a few hours.”

She had a look on her face that reminded me of the way she looked that day when she caught me ogling my sister as she bent over in her panties. “Okay, Mom.”

“Good.” She said as she reached for my jeans. Holding them out for me to step into, she waited until my feet were in and then she pulled them up my legs. “Gosh, it’s been a long time since I’ve dressed you like this, Bobby…. I didn’t realize how much I missed it until now.” She added.

As she fumbled with the fly, I felt her hands brush my still erect member. Her finger reached out and touched the tip, straining against the fabric of the panties, and then traced down across the underside of my cock. Looking down at what she was doing, I got the feeling she was ‘feeling’ me, not dressing me….. and I was totally fine with it. I concentrated hard, trying to ‘will’ her to continue, but she withdrew her fingers and had my jeans buttoned up before I could even consider making a plea for her to keep touching my cock. “It might be a good idea,” she said, “to keep your t-shirt pulled down, though.”

Turning me around and facing me toward the table, she said “What do you say we get all these panties in the washer now and get upstairs? I know Linda and your father will be home any minute now.”

She reached over to the table and picked up a pink pair of panties that were balled up on the table. Holding them out to me she said “These are the panties you were enjoying a few minutes ago. I’ll let you keep them until we have our little talk.”

I was going to thank her, but, she put her finger to my lips and said “Shhhh, no more talk about it now. It’s a secret, remember?”

With that she pushed them down into the pocket of my jeans and smiled. She brushed the hair away from my eyes and pulled me into her for another hug. “I just can’t believe how big you’ve gotten and esenyurt escort how the time just seemed to slip away from me.” She said. “I’m still tingling from before, Bobby….. I haven’t been aroused like that for a long, long time.”

As she pulled away, something inside me took over and I had the uncontrollable urge to kiss her. I leaned into her and before I knew it, my lips were against hers and we were kissing. This wasn’t the kind of kiss a son gives his mother, but instead, it was the kind of kiss that lovers share. She responded immediately. It was warm and soft and tender and passionate all at the same time. I felt her arms tighten around me and her breathing quickened, as did mine. We separated for a minute, looked at each other, then taking a breath, our lips found each other again and we spent the next few minutes cuddling together. Without thinking, my arm worked it’s way between us and I found myself cupping her breast.

“Oh, no you don’t, Mister!” She pushed me away and put her hands on her hips and smiled at me. “You have no idea what you’re starting with that, and I’m already on the edge, so please, don’t tempt me.”

She shook her head and then shook her finger, as if she was scolding me. Then, her smile faded into a far away look as she took a step closer. Reaching for my hand, she guided it slowly back to her breast. We stood about a foot apart, looking at each other as she held my hand to her left breast. “It’s been so long since someone has touched me like this.” She said. “I miss it so much….. can we just hug like this for a minute?”

She had done something unbelievably special for me earlier, and I could see that she now needed me to do something special for her. The look in her eyes was a look of desperate longing and missing passion. My heart went out to her and I felt it pounding inside my chest.

I pulled her close to me, my hand still cupping her breast under her own hand as she held it there. I squeezed very gently and a moan escaped her lips. I squeezed again and she let her own hand fall away as she pressed her breast into my palm. Feeling the fullness of my own mother’s breast, I heard her say “When I was nursing you, your little hands used to hold me. Now you’re doing it again.”

Shifting my hand slightly, I felt her nipple and gingerly tweaked it through her bra. Her reaction was immediate and caught me off guard as she almost melted in my arms. She moaned softly and made these slight ‘cooing’ sounds which told me I was doing something she liked. Her breathing was much quicker now and she started to slowly sway back and forth. “Mom, do you want me to stop?” I asked.

This time it was she that didn’t answer. I secretly felt proud that I found something that she apparently liked, something to perhaps return some of the pleasure she had given to me earlier. I played my hunch by moving my free hand to her other breast and felt for that nipple, too. As I did, she shifted – positioning herself so I could have complete access to both her breasts with my inexperienced hands. Finally throwing caution to the wind, I used more pressure on both and lightly pinched both nipples at the same time.

She turned her head away from me and laid it on my chest. The rate of her breathing quickened and I felt one of her hands move from where she had been lightly hugging me to between her legs. I didn’t want to break the closeness we were sharing, but it was obvious to me that she was touching herself over her clothes.

I pinched her nipples again, and when I did, she turned her face toward me. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open. She bit down on her lower lip and I could feel her hand moving more obviously now… pressing into her crotch. I pinched her nipples in unison, quickly pinching and then releasing, time and time again until I finally held the pinch. She started to pant and her eyes shot open. “Oh, oh, oh, oh.” She said. “Harder now…” She said. So I did. Our eyes were locked together when she told me to pinch even harder. And I did that, too. “Oh, Bobby, I’m almost there…… OH! OH!”

It wasn’t long before she opened her mouth as if she was going to scream, but nothing came out for a few seconds… then all of a sudden, she said “OOOOOHHHH!”

Her body shook and convulsed in my arms and I had to let go of her nipples to put my arms around her because I was afraid she going to fall. Beaming with pride, I held her as she shook, knowing she was cumming and that I was the one that brought it on.

After a few minutes, we were still standing there with me holding her body loosely in my arms. Feeling the time was right, I pulled back to look at her. This was no longer my Mom…. She was a tender and sexy woman who had given me the sexual adventure of my life and whom I had partially repaid by doing something that pleased her in the same way she had pleased me.

There were no words spoken between us as we looked at one another, only the avrupa yakası escort sound of her breathing as it broke the silence of the laundry room. She put her hands over her face like she was trying to hide from me. “Mom, did I hurt you?” I asked.

She dropped her hands and shook her head at me. I could see a tear in her eye and she reached out to hold my head in her hands saying “That was incredible….. I mean, it was beyond words….. it’s only happened one other time in my life like that…. a long, long time ago before I met your Father.”

“Oh, Bobby, I don’t know what to say,” she said, “I don’t know what to feel now….. I haven’t had an orgasm that strong in probably ten years. Sweetheart, how did you know to do that?”

“How did I know what, Mom? I asked.

“You mean to tell me you had no idea what you were doing to me just then?” She asked.

“Mom,” I answered, “I just did what I thought you wanted me to do…. That’s all.”

“Bobby, I don’t know if you’re going to believe this or not, but, I just had a really strong orgasm, one that was much stronger than any I’ve had in a long time…. It was incredible what you were doing to me….. I just love being touched like that.”

“Well, were even then,” I said, “I already told you how I felt about what happened to me.” I stopped for a minute, gathering the courage to ask her a question a son should never ask his mother. Still, if there was ever a time to ask it, and get away with it, it would be now.

“Mom, can I ask you something and will you promise to understand why I’m asking it?”

“Considering what we’ve just done,” she said, “I think it’s okay to ask me anything. But, I’m still your Mother, so I reserve the right to not answer. Agreed?”

“That’s fair,” I said. “I’m not sure exactly how to ask this, so I’m just going to ask straight out, Okay?”

“Go ahead,” she said, “Just ask. There’s no way I can get mad at you after all that. You better hurry though, I’m surprised your sister and your Dad aren’t back already.”

I knew she was right. Not only that, but, if I had any hope of her saying “Yes”, I better ask now. So, I took a deep breath. I tried to look her in the eyes, but when she looked back, I couldn’t face her like I thought I could. I had to look down to avoid my mother’s eyes as I said “Mom, can I have the panties you have on now?”

“No, Bobby,” she said, “You shouldn’t ever ask a girl something that intimate without looking at her.” She reached up and straightened my face to look right at her and told me to ask again.

“Mom,” I asked, “The panties you have on right now….can I have them….please?”

I was surprised when she didn’t answer with a “Yes” or a “No”. Instead, she asked “You want me to give you my panties? The panties I just had an orgasm in and that are probably sopping wet? That’s what you want?”

When I nodded my head, she shook hers and said “No, Bobby, if you’re going to ask a girl to give you her panties, you stand a much better chance if you tell her why you want them. Trust me, most girls are not going to part with her panties unless they have a pretty compelling reason to do so. Think about it and ask me again.”

It struck me as ironic that she was trying to instruct me on the right way to ask someone to give away their underwear, but, on the flip side, if she was going to say “No”, she would have already done it. So, all I had to do is figure out what she wanted me to say and then say it. So after thinking for a brief time, I tried again.

“Mom, would you please be so kind as to let me have the panties you have on right now so I can use them to masturbate later? I can’t tell you how much it would mean to me to get them right now while they are fresh.”

“Very nice,” she said, “How could a girl say ‘No’ to that?” She smiled at me as she answered “Why, I would be happy to let you have them. Come on – we better hurry.”

She took my hand and led me towards the stairs up to the kitchen, glancing at me the whole time and smiling. Half way up the stairs, she laughed a small laugh and said, “You know Bobby, even before you asked, I had already decided I was going to give them to you. I was just messing with you making you say all that, but, I’ll promise you this, I can’t ever see myself saying “No” to that question if you ask it like that.”

Arriving in the kitchen, she let go of my hand and walked to the pantry. Opening the door, she reached inside to get something. The pantry door blocked my view, but my curiosity was quickly satisfied as she pulled out a zip lock baggie and held it up for me to see.

“I would think a prize like you’re about to get deserves something to help keep them fresh, don’t you?” She asked. “Fresh. That’s the word you used isn’t it? You want them to keep for a while so you can enjoy them over and over again, right?”

“Oh, that would be great, Mom,” I answered. “Maybe you’ll let me trade them in for some other ones when it’s time?” I asked.

Taking my hand and leading me back to the stairs, she just smiled and shook her head saying “Jeez, boys will be boys, won’t they? Bobby, you’re going to have to learn that a smart girl always keeps a boy guessing, so….. we’ll see…..and that’s all I’m going to say about that. It’s nice of you to be interested, though.”

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I got the call from my stepmother on a Saturday morning. I had not spoken to her for near two years, knowing the only reason she had called was to ask for money. I was to meet her that evening on the parking lot of a nearby factory. She always made me smile with her conspiratorial attitude and that people were always watching her.

Kay had married my father at the elderly age of 66. She was 26 at the time, making her 28, maybe 29, now, and, if my calculations were correct, a widow for just over 2 years. You can’t write this stuff! Like a movie script, he had had a massive heart attack between her legs within four months of their marriage. I like to think he died a happy man.

Kay was a looker, at 5’8″, an ultra-thin 118lbs, black hair cut in a boyish style, milky white skin that did not need the makeup that made her appear like a fragile China doll, small but perky breast, long legs and thin thighs that left a 2 inch gap at her crotch. Only from my father’s description did I know that she touted an ample and thick bush. On my own, I figured she must be good in bed or my father would not have married her.

Now, when alive my father was involved with some seedy characters. One might consider it organized crime. When he passed away unexpectedly there was talk of money that needed to be found. Kay and I were both questioned by the powers that be and were still under surveillance to this day.

Kay assured underworld kingpins that she had had a marriage agreement which left her with $200 grand, meaning she would have been much better off had she not fucked him to death. I think that was pretty much her exact words which caused a few smiles, even laughter, but not with her present.

Fortunately, the powers that be knew how my father had warned them not to try bring me into the business. They had avoided me like the plague for my 41 years. But, I had the money – $4 million of it. It was still mostly intact because to keep that amount of money from getting me killed I had to live a simple, modest lifestyle. Though I drove a used late-model Cadillac, lived in a modest home and paid the mortgage and car payments every month. It was not a hard adjustment for me as my father went to great pains to keep me out of the “business”. I owned a modest bottled water business and had a former wife with two kids to support.

I knew Kay probably wanted money, as that is what she had wanted two years earlier. She had blown through the $200 grand following the horses and greyhounds. At our meeting she had accused me of having my father’s money, which he had skimmed and hidden away. In response to the accusation, I got mad and demanded pussy for any financial help she expected to get from me. Early, she had refused outright, surprising me, telling me she was not a whore. I let her tell me her troubles before I wrote her a check for $5000, assuring her it would be the last time.

I felt like a fool driving to the parking lot. Having assured her I could not help her monetarily, I was sure that’s what she was after. I saw the car she had described and pulled alongside the drivers window.

“Hello mom.” I said flatly. She hated me calling her mom. “I’m here. What’s with all the secrecy?”

“Do you believe they’re still watching me?” She bakırköy escort replied without any greeting. “I can’t go pee without them watching me!”

“Sounds thrilling.” I said sarcastically. “Hell, they’re still watching me. Fuck em! You can’t give them what they want and neither can I. So, to hell with them.”

“So your holding firm with that lie?” She accused.

I did not answer her but just sat there staring at her with a blank expression. “Kay, what the hell do you want?”

“$300,000.”

“Woman, you are bat crap crazy!” I said with amazement in my tone. “Even if I had that kind of money, I sure as hell wouldn’t give it to you. I’ve got a business and bills up my ass. The kids to support. But! Let’s indulge ourselves. What do you want with that kind of money.”

“I know what you’re thinking!” She began. “I haven’t gambled since you gave me the $5000. I want to leave the country and start a business. I want to go to Australia. And I’ve been working steady. I’ve saved a bit.”

I sat there silent for long moments trying to figure out if this woman was for real.

“I’ll fuck you for it.” She said matter-of-factually. “If that’s what it takes.”

Her straightforwardness brought me back to reality. I had a decision to make.

“I don’t have that kind of money.” I said flatly. “As much as I would like to fuck you, I don’t have what you think I have.”

“Follow me.”

Before I could say a word she pulled away. I was tempted, when I reached the gate, to go right instead of left, following her. As I turned left, I felt like I was headed into trouble.

20 minutes later I followed her car into a hotel parking lot. I exited the car and caught up with her as she walked towards the entrance. Another 10 minutes we were checked in and headed for the eighth floor to room 806. She opened the door and walked in. I hesitated a moment before following her. At the foot of the bed, she turned and stood looking at me.

“If you give me the money, it will be at least 30 days before I can leave. I’ll fuck you every day, for the next 30 days, if you give me the money. I’m prepared to give you a taste on faith.” She offered. “Then, you decide. Deal?”

After my father had married Kay, I saw her at least 2 or 3 times a week. I felt that she had truly loved my father and looked after him well. Still, I was infatuated with her youth, her skinny bubbled ass and, when she wore jeans, the gap at her crotch. It was everything I could muster not to make a move on her, but the respect for my father helped me stay at arms length. Now, my father was gone and this still youthful woman was standing in front of me offering me what I had long desired.

Kay did not wait for me to accept. She began by removing her sweater, unbuttoning her blouse, reaching behind her to un-clip her bra and removed it. It was at this point I began to remove my clothes. My cock was coming erect.

By the only light, the ceiling light by the entrance door, I watched her toe her shoes off, un-clip and zip down her straight line skirt, letting it drop. She stood there in her black panties, if you could call them that. There were only straps holding on what appeared to be a thick menstrual pad. That beşiktaş escort she had not mentioned anything caused me no alarm.

“I finished yesterday. It’s been a while for me.” She said. “How about you?”

“Me too.” Is all I could come up with as I removed my briefs.

I walked the short steps to her, putting my hands on her barely perceptible hips and kissed her lightly on the lips. The kiss lingered and became more passionate until I was steering her backwards towards the bed. The back of her knees touched the bed and her legs buckled, dropping her to her back. I followed her down, straddling her with my knees on the bed. My sexual hunger was all-consuming. My hands cupped and massaged the barely handful perky tits. I thumbed the raisin sized firm nipples, being drawn to suckle on each one in their turn.

She was moaning, her hands roaming over my back, her body squirming, her mound lifting up against my erection. Her every demeanor conveyed to me that she was sexually hungry too. As I attacked her body, I surveyed her body with my eyes. She was indeed a lovely China doll. My mind reeled! I could have this China doll for one night or give her what she wanted and she would be mine for 30 days. I put that thought aside to concentrate on the moment.

I moved to her right side and we again kissed passionately, our tongues fencing, as I rubbed the thick pad between her legs. It kicked her body into a spasm, of tongue sucking, ass lifting, her right hand seeking and finding my cock, squeezing and jerking it. I struggled to remove the ties and pad, succeeding, palming her pussy, taking a quick glance to see her thick bushed mound, palming it, fingering her clit.

“STICK IT IN ME!” She demanded.

We maneuvered, me atop her, missionary, her legs lifting, drawing her knees back, reaching to grip my rock hard cock. I cradled her in my arms as she placed my cock to her. Not gently, not forcibly, I pushed into. Most willingly, lifting and matching my thrust, she took it deep. I deemed her pussy tight, as expected.

“Oh! Fuck, yes!” She exclaimed, as I held deep a long few moments.

“How long since you’ve been bedded?” I inquired.

“Not since your dad, bless his heart.”

I began a moderate rhythm. Her ass and knees synced with my rhythm and we fucked long, long minutes, quietly, each lost in their own thoughts. I was fascinated with her ultra-thin body. There were no beefy buttocks, as my ex-wife had, to interfere with my deep penetrating thrust. Kay let out a quiet gasp every time I thrust my cock deep inside of her. I felt her nails dig into my shoulders. Over and over and over, every third stroke or so, I stuck her deep.

“Am I hurting you?” I inquired.

“No, no, fuck no! You’re keeping me right on the age! Whatever the hell you are doing, keep it up!”

I began to monitor her closeness to orgasm, sticking her deep and halting the process. She was delirious but refused to give up. I controlled my orgasm for as long as I could, but, I eventually ceased my deep thrusts and began fucking her firm and steady.

“OHhhhh FUCK!” She bellowed as the orgasm seized her and I let my own orgasm happen, filling her belly with my cum, my cock jerking repeatedly. beylikdüzü escort We finally slowed to a stop as we kissed passionately. “I would not have put you off so long if I knew how good you are.” She said, exhaustion in her tone.

“You’re everything I thought you would be.” I praised her.

Reluctantly I pulled out of her and gave her room to leave the bed to go to the bathroom. She left the door open and I studied her as she sat on the toilet, my semen undoubtedly seeping from her. When she finished, she wanted to know if I would join her in the shower. I did.

We took turns washing each other and she was soon scrubbing my semi-erect cock with a washcloth. To my great surprise and amusement she squatted in the shower and playfully took my cock into her mouth. She knew her stuff, soon sucking firmly, and I was soon fully erect.

We were soon headed back to the bed without toweling ourselves off. She kneed herself onto the bed from the foot and I grabbed her legs to twist her to her back. She giggled as I crabbed between her legs, lifting them, putting my face to her pussy. I had watched her finger her pussy clean and could smell the sweet smell of soap as I explored her pussy. She moaned appreciatively.

Her pussy was withdrawn as she maneuvered to crab over me in a 69 position. I looked at her pussy, studying it, before returning my tongue to it. I felt the suction of her mouth on my cock as her head bobbled up and down, taking most of my length into her mouth. My hands clutched her skinny ass firmly.

We were soon missionary and fucking hard, my hands gripping her buttocks, locking her in tight, as her heels tapped rhythmically against the back of my thighs. We were both as hungry as jungle cats as I attacked her neck with kisses and light nibbles. When we kissed, she suck hungrily on my tongue.

“Fuck me! Fuck me hard!” She taunted. “Damn you! Do it! Harder! Fuck yea.!

Her second orgasm rocked her as violently as the first. Her fingernails raked my back. Repeatedly, I shoved my cock deep into her pussy. Repeatedly, she demanded I do it again. I did not have a second orgasm in me and finally I stopped trying to stab her to death. Her body relaxed and we kissed passionately, then, softly and lovingly.

We showered once more and dressed. As she was putting on her earrings, she asked if she was going to get the $300,000, assuring me she would live up to the bargain of fucking me for the 30 days before he slipped out of the country.

“Look, I don’t know if you loved my father, but you looked after him well and was good to him. He loved you. I will have to mortgage my business, but all I can come up with is $150,000. You can adjust the days accordingly. She looked at me hard and long. I met and held her intense searching eyes. “That’s the best I can do, Kay.” I had a sneaky suspicion she had asked for more than she actually needed.

“Okay! I will have to get along with less, I suppose.” She sighed, then, smiled. ” “But, I’m not letting you off that easy! You are going to fuck me for the full 30 days, plus, take me to dinner often. A different place every time – and nice, too. And, did I love your dad? I answered that while we were fucking.”

“Okay! But you must agree that we will fuck in different positions and places. If you enjoy sucking cock that is a plus, but I love to eat pussy so expect it.” I bargained.

She cut in, “and I suppose you will want to fuck me doggy – occasionally.” Emphasizing, “occasionally”.

I just smiled at her knowingly. “You ready to go to dinner?”

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“Baby, could you pass me the salt?”

I snap out of my reverie, quickly glancing to my left and right.

“I’m sorry?” I say, a little lost.

She looks at me, with an amusing expression on her face. Her parents are smirking and her sister is looking at me…

“I said, pass me the salt, sleepy head”.

“Oh yeah sure,” I mutter quickly, as I execute the order.

“Is something bothering you, dear?” her mother asks.

“Nothing really. My mind just started wandering. But thank you for asking.” I answer, while I sneak a look at her sister, who’s smirking.

I can go to great lengths to get laid, which is pretty amusing, when you think of it. It’s one thing women will never understand about me, I guess. They think just because I stick around for months or meet their parents, I’m in love. They couldn’t be further away from the truth. If I want a particular girl, if I set my mind to having sex with her…Well…I’ll do anything to reach my goals.

Which is exactly what is happening right now, with my “girlfriend”. Good Catholic girl, very nice. Told me we’re not sleeping together until I meet her parents. I decided to do so today, knowing fully well that we’re not having sex even after that. But I wanted to see her sister again.

If only they knew what we did. Just this morning, we were together, at my house. If only they saw the rough sex, the freaky stuff we did, if only they heard her moans of pleasure, my cries as I was thrusting inside her…If they knew how I was fucking her sister, I guess her parents wouldn’t welcome me like this.

As I am answering a question about my professional aspirations, I look at her, our eyes meeting for a second. A memory of her, naked, her butt in the air, offering me her pussy, flashes in my mind. While her father is talking, she takes a strand of hair from her face and rubs her hand on her arm.

I wonder if she remembers how I grabbed her hips, and slapped her ass hard. How she when she felt the delicious pain, how she begged me for more. How I kept circling my finger inside her while slapping her ass cheeks making her scream, how I ate her from behind, the smell of her filling the room. How sweet she was when my cock entered her, how juicy and smooth her pussy kadıköy escort was when I slammed into her. She must be wondering why it felt so good when I grabbed her hair and pulled it back, bringing her ear closer to my mouth, as I whispered naughty things, my other hand kneading her breasts, as I properly pounded her pussy, taking her breath away from her as she gasped for air.

She must be thinking about the sensations that filled her when she came, her whole body came down on the bed, shaking, as her sweaty skin crawled under my hands. How I immediately started to suck her clit while her body hadn’t even finished shaking, making her scream loudly as she held my head between her legs with her hand as she came hard in my mouth.

How she got up afterwards and started to dress up, not even letting me cum. Selfish girl.

“Thank you for the meal. It was very nice,” I say to her mother.

“It was nothing dear,” she says with a bright smile.

“I certainly hope we could…,” I start to say, when a I feel something slithering up my leg, crawling against my skin.

“I…I…,” I stutter, suddenly realizing that she’s running her feet against mine, caressing me under the table, while her sister who is my girl, and her parents are talking to me.

“What is it, dear?” her mom asks, encouraging me. She glides her foot higher and higher as I’m answering.

“I was saying that we should do this more often. She used to tell me how wonderful her parents were,” I say, turning to look at my girlfriend who’s rolling her eyes, “but I had to see for myself”.

Her parents are visibly flattered. Her sister seems to be smiling absently, while her feet is going up and down my leg under the table.

“We appreciate it,” says her father, as her toes poke my leg. “We should do this more often, indeed”.

She starts to slide her foot up to my knee. I can’t take it anymore.

“Can I use the restroom?” I ask brutally.

Her mother looks confused. My “girlfriend” looks at me curiously.

“It’s upstairs. You go past two doors, and it’s the big room in the back.” her mom says.,”Are you ok, dear?”

“Perfectly fine ma’am”. üsküdar escort

I leave the table and climb the stairs quickly, conscious that every set of eyes is fixed on me.

In the bathroom, when I’m finished washing my face, I take a deep look at myself in the mirror, thinking what the fuck just happened. As I dry my face with a towel, I think that this is getting a little too dangerous for my taste. I’m gonna have to let them go.

When I get out, I am deep in my thoughts, mumbling to myself, looking at my feet as I walk slowly. When I raise my head, she’s standing in the middle of the corridor, her back against the wall, her arms crossed. Her look is one of pure sexual hunger.

“What are you doing here?” I ask, shocked.

“My parents and the brat wanted me to check on you. You were taking too long, I guess. Were you…?” she asks, arching one eyebrow.

“No,” I say, trying to avoid looking at her huge breasts, and failing miserably.

She smiles.

She starts to walk closer to me, making me walk backwards until my back touches the bathroom door.

“You know we can’t.” I whisper gently.

“Why?” she asks, brushing her chest gently against mine.

“My girlfriend, who happens to be your sister, is having dinner downstairs with your parents.”

“And?”

“Jesus!”

“They are not gonna catch us. Besides…” she says, backing away from me a little.

“What?” I ask, a little worried.

“You know you can’t resist these.” she says, as she puts a hand inside her dress and pulls her tits out.

I inhale sharply and glance down the corridor. Anybody coming up could see us. But damn. Like she said. I could never resist these. Before I can think about what I’m doing, my face is buried deep between her boobs, my hands grabbing and squeezing them. I rub them against my cheeks, my nose, my eyes closed, as she grabs my crotch and pulls. I can feel my cock pulsating, throbbing inside my pants, wanting to get free.

I give a quick lick to her rock hard nipples, as I hold her boobs together, while I look her in the eyes. She slowly moans, and unzips my pants as I start to eagerly suck her titties. She pulls my cock out as I’m kneading and pressing tuzla escort her breasts, while my mouth is holding on them, life my life depended on it. Loud sucking noises are escaping out of my mouth and her facial expression is one of pure bliss as she pulls me away from them, grabbing my head for a passionate kiss. I never let go of her boobs when I’m kissing her, pulling on her nipples, shaking them, teasing them.

She slowly starts to stroke my cock as I begin to suck her again.

“You’re gonna last exactly less than a minute,” she says, as she slowly lick my earlobe, making me shudder.

She spits in one hand, then starts to rub my cock vigorously with both of them. I groan against her chest as she goes faster and faster, stopping sometimes, just to lubricate her hands. The wet sound coming from her hands, my own loud breathing, the smell of her perfume, the hard edge of her nipples drive me crazy. I can already feel cum slowly invading my cock when I suddenly hear a noise coming from the stairs.

My heart freezes as she stops too, aware of the noise.

“Is everything alright up there?” her mom’s voice asks, dangerously close, as the steps stop.

“Yes Mom!” she yells, her hand still holding my cock firmly. I try to make her let go, but she squeezes it more tightly and I almost bite my tongue while holding back a scream of pleasure.

“What’s going on?” her mom asks, from the stairs.

“We’re looking at my collection of exotic flowers!” she says, while her hand is gently stroking me again. I knead her boobs while I plant little kisses on her neck.

“We’re coming down,” I say.

“Well ok. Somebody here is pretty impatient to sit next to you again,” her mom says, obviously referencing my “girlfriend,” as she steps away from us..

I don’t know if it’s the danger that turned on like this. But as soon as we can’t hear her mom’s footsteps anymore, she gives three brutal jerks on my dick. I let out a loud moan as I’m cumming hard, standing on the tip of my toes, shaking. My sperm drops all over her hand and I bite her breasts, tasting her flesh.

She quickly puts my deflating cock back inside my pants, and bring her boobs back inside her dress. She kisses me hard, then steps in the bathroom without a word to wash her hands. A moment later, we’re both seated at the table, as her mother is serving dessert.

“You guys took your time,” her dad says.

“It didn’t even last a minute,” she says, winking at me discreetly.

I smile and hold my girlfriend’s hand, making sure that she understands how deeply I love her.

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