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Chapter 3: Intrusion

Something pressed against my lips, starting me in panic as my eyes flew open, revealing my naked sister laying on me, smiling softly as I calmed down. Feeling safe again, I put my arms around her, returning her loving gesture. “I’m glad you’re awake, sweety. I didn’t want to start without you.” Rene’s words puzzled me for a second, until I realized where my cock was. Somehow, without waking me, she’d put it up into herself until it filled her sheath. It just sat in the warmest, moistest spot it could hope for, while I had slept.

The urge to start pumping up into her quickly gave way to her desires. While she started gently rocking on my cock, her walls now well accustomed to it stretching them apart, we kissed passionately, holding ourselves together as we made love to each other. Rene controlled the speed, keeping it slow while we just basked in our togetherness. How could I deny her now, making love to the one person I most desired.

We kept up the steady, slow pace for a long time, not caring about how long it took. When we both finally reached our peak, in sync, we both rode it out without breaking our lips’ contact. Her gush of warm cum flooded over me as I let loose my streams of sperm into her. When it all finished, we just lay there kissing each other all over, looking at each other, even touching our lover’s face with a soft and tender touch.

Looking at her and examining her, she positively glowed now, all from discovering each other. We exchanged confessions of love, kissed, exchanged more affectionate words, kissed again. How we’d denied this love was beyond us both, but we’d become determined to hold onto it.

In time, we got up to make dinner. Mom was a great cook and she’d taken the time to teach Rene all she knew over four years time. She began dinner while I helped in what ways I could, brushing our nude skin against each other every chance we got. Once dinner sat on the table, we sat side by side, fondling each other or feeding the other between the kisses. We laughed, we talked, we touched. Afterwards, we cleaned up the kitchen, doing the dishes, wiping the counter.

Neither of us heard the door in the living room open. I’d been heading into the living room when I saw a soft-faced, honey-blonde girl appear through it. The name of my sister froze on her lips, her dark eyes staring at me in delighted shock.

Rene and Elisa had been friends since we all were very young, and she’d mentioned more than a few times her interest in me. I even took her out after my last steady girlfriend dumped me, though I made no moves on her. Some part of me liked her enough. If things had been different between Rene and me, I’d have probably hooked up with her on that date, maybe even married her. Things weren’t so simple, but she was still a beauty, with a slim, petite body, a pair of C-cup breasts perfectly formed, and a small, tight ass that begged to be grasped and pinched.

She came into the house, closing the door behind her, even as I stood in full naked glory. I could see the lust in her eyes. Elisa definitely wanted me, even while my naked lover was in the kitchen. I called out to Rene, who froze next to me. There the three of us stood, this girl looking at us both.

The moment didn’t pass easily, in fact became more complicated when my sister stepped behind me and instincts made me put my arms up to shield her. Rene held one hand, her other arm wrapping around my waist. We waited for some sign of revulsion, of disgust from Elisa, but instead she just dropped her coat on the couch before coming to stand in front of me.

“Somehow, I always knew,” she said with a smile. “The two of you did look so good together, so happy.”

Rene’s voice trembled terribly and cracked more than once. “You-you don’t find this sick?”

The girl simply shrugged. “Love is love. Besides, there’s things you don’t know going on.” She put a hand to my chest while her other hand took Rene’s, pulling her from behind me. “You’re not the only one who’s been with her brother.”

Listening, I almost choked on my own tongue. But Rene seemed to understand the meaning. “You mean, Jeff and you? But how and when?”

Rene guided me over to the couch and pushed me onto it, sitting with my arms around her, leaning back against me while Elisa sat in dad’s recliner. “I never told you the name of the guy who took my cherry, because I didn’t think you’d approve. God, I wanted to so bad, too, but I just couldn’t. One night, after I my fifteenth birthday, Jeff and I were home alone without a single date. Our parents had gone to New Haven for the night and we just kinda got into some heated things. Now, I don’t love him any more than a very close brother, but still, he’s really good and I don’t look down on you two. All of us knew, that’s why when we played, we didn’t fight you two being married all the time.”

“But, didn’t your parents tell you about incest and stuff?” asked Rene.

“Of sarıyer escort course. I don’t mind fucking Jeff still, he’s a wonderful lover, but I don’t want to marry him or anything. I certainly don’t want to have a kid with him, but sex is great and we’re both there for each other.” The girl gave us a wink. “Besides, something about it, about how our parents and everyone else wouldn’t approve of it, it makes it somehow better. More exciting.”

The idea did come to us during our little talks, but for the most part we knew it was love that kept us wanting more. I had a question on my mind, but uncertainty almost stopped it from exiting my mouth. “You said all of the old gang knew? Do they- They don’t still think that?”

I swore she almost died laughing then and there, in the chair, confusing Rene and me. “Silly! Of course they do! Hell, none of us care. They even know about me and Jeff, and it’s not like you two. Besides, we’re not the only ones having family affairs.”

Stunned silence followed as Rene looked at me, my eyes looking into hers. We smiled at each other, knowing at least we could tell our friends. Our best friends in the world knew even when we didn’t suspect. Elisa continued, telling both of us much more, finally finishing thirty minutes later with our mouths open. It took a little longer to get our brains to wrap around the whole idea, but we did.

“So, how long you two been doing the nasty?” Elisa blurted out, quite smug with herself.

Rene leaned to the chair, playfully slapping Elisa’s leg. “That’s not how we look at it.” No way to deny that one, so I just smiled, squeezing her a moment. That got a response, a nice, long kiss. Looking only at me, nose just tickling the tip of mine, she finished, “We prefer making love. As for how long, it’s none of your damn business!”

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Elisa’s look, the one something-so-incredibly-cute-its-sickening look. “Ok, if you two are going to keep doing this, just cool it around me.”

“Aw, poor baby, we making you sick?” I quipped, giving a short chuckle as us lovers turned back to facing our guest. It felt like we were a married couple talking to a guest in our own house.

“Shut up, Ricky,” stated Elisa in mock jealousy. “You two are gonna be unbearable now.”

Rene turned to me, giving me a look I couldn’t help but be fascinated by. She had some game in mind, one she knew I’d like. She stood up and walked up to our friend. Elisa watched with some interest, giving up her hands to my sister standing in front of her. Rene pulled Elisa up from the chair, beginning to swing her hips and twist her body in a sensuous, seductive dance. Together the two girls slid the heavy coat off, then started dancing together, putting on a show for me. I couldn’t at the moment think of anything so hot, my naked sister moving up against another hot woman, granted clothed.

The two swayed their bodies in ways only caught late at night on cable, moving with a rhythm in their minds. Slowly Elisa’s sweater came up over her head, showing no inhibitions as her bra appeared, cupping two breasts only slightly larger than Rene’s. Next, as they moved, Rene managed to work Elisa out of her shoes, even while working the button on her jeans, sliding the zipper down. When the pants hit the floor, my eyes beheld a pink pair of silky thong panties up high on her hips to form a V. If nothing else about the scene had gotten me aroused, that there would have. It did make my stiff member bob, drawing blood into it from other parts of my body.

Both girls began rubbing up against each other. Rene undid the bra from behind, sliding it off before throwing it into my lap. They looked lost to each other, but I knew otherwise. The night I’d taken Elisa out, her parents and brother had gone out of state. Elisa invited me in. Before long, she’d gotten undressed before me to encourage me. Since I’d already seen her, she held nothing back, not that she’d been shy the first time, boldly removing her clothes. Being best friends, I knew Rene knew about it all.

Pulling out of my thoughts, I found Rene before me, looking all aglow standing there. It didn’t take long to figure out what she wanted, even as Elisa looked on. Elisa sat beside me, one hand on my lover’s hip, another taking hold of my hand. The two of us, though, only saw each other now, wanted only each other. She kneeled above my lap, legs spread as her hand guided the tip of my cock to her waiting pussy. It felt so good to have Rene ready again, craving more of me as I desired her. Her leg muscles relaxed, impaling herself on me with a soft moan. Holding my lover’s hips as she started to lift herself upwards, Elisa’s mouth clamped on one of the firm tits hanging before me. Seeing another person sucking on Rene did make some jealous feelings arise, but watching a girl sucking on the girl on my cock awoke stronger hormones.

While esenyurt escort Elisa suckled my sister, Rene and I saw only each other, slowly moving towards our individual orgasms with every movement of her hips. We didn’t try to draw each other closer, letting just the sexual heat flow through the crotch instead. Our mouths said, “I love you,” in silence, our hands holding with fingers entwined. It kept up for awhile, Elisa getting her fill of first Rene, then me. She kissed my chest, licking everywhere. I imagined Rene in her place, though, despite seeing her just rocking in my lap. But mere chests didn’t satisfy her, moving instead to kiss Rene, turning me on even more. From the reaction in my sister, it had the same effect on her. I felt Elisa’s wanting tongue next, driving into me like a spear, not giving into any resistance. She knew what she wanted, she wanted her reactions returned. I did return the kiss, feeling Rene growing a little jealous inside. There’d be a talk later, I knew, but one that needed to be done.

When Elisa moved behind Rene, she repeated the affirmation in silence, only making me smile and return the silently mouthed affection. She pulled my hands to her stomach, letting my fingers feel her desire of the moment. The slow pace continued, all the while, until the time we released, cradled her flat stomach, her hands on mine. Elisa played with my sister’s body, even sucked and played with my balls, only turning me on more, turning on Rene too, but also giving more ammunition to the jealous feelings in her heart.

Elisa decided to help herself out with her sexual frustrations, sitting on the couch watching us, her legs spread wide to pull her pussy’s lips apart. It gave us a view as she rubbed her angry clit, trying to ease its tension. While she played with herself, Rene and I continued our love making until she drooped. I felt the feeling rising up in my sack, moving to my cock with every stroke. Her head lifted up with a moan, her head tossing back while I groaned from the impending orgasm. Before another heart beat passed, we both felt cum from each other, mine shooting up into the womb of my lover, hers flowing around me, bathing my cock. While we climaxed together, we heard the frantic moans of Elisa getting herself off.

With our bodies spent momentarily, Rene leaned against me, letting me kiss her for the first time. I exchanged loving words with her before Elisa, feeling left out, moved to us. She looked gorgeous, but compared to Rene, she couldn’t hold a candle to my lover. She panted from her own orgasm, admiring Rene’s body and mine.

The three of us just sat there for a long time, watching TV and talking. What happened, Elisa mentioned, went beyond mere sex, like Rene said. Rene and I held each other the rest of Elisa’s visit, until her brother showed up to get her. As Elisa walked to the door, already dressed and ready before the honk broke the calm of night, Rene asked if she’d come back tomorrow night, even spend the night, bringing a wide grin to Elisa’s face, only puzzling me.

Once Elisa left, the two of us were alone again. It was late by then, so we prepared to go upstairs together. Doors locked and lights off, we went up the stairs hand in hand, moving again to our parents’ room. The night’s events still weighed on us both, so as Rene settled up against me, the TV on but with little volume, I let out a sigh, knowing one of us needed to get this over with.

“Rene?” She answered me with a “hmm?” I’d hoped for more of a response. “Tonight, maybe its just me, but I thought you might have gotten a little, I dunno, jealous.”

Turning to face me, I could see I’d struck my mark. As kids, I always knew when she was angry or sad or whatever, even when no one else did. “And what do I have to be jealous of?” Venom practically dripped in her words. “Of another girl you could be with without the complications and consequences of being with me?”

I shook my head at her, managing a warm smile. “If I’d wanted her, it wouldn’t be you here in this bed with me.” It really didn’t comfort her, though, her irrational fear getting the better. “Look, for a moment, I felt jealous too, watching you two dancing. It looked like you preferred her to me.”

“Oh, Rick,” she whispered. “I only wanted to tease you. But she wants you, and she’s got better chance, considering. She’s not your sister, she’s not even related to you. That’s a big deal.”

“Like I said, if I’d wanted her, I’d be with her. If I wanted anyone else, I wouldn’t have turned down every girl, including Elisa. Damn, on our only date, she was willing to let me have her completely. That’s gotta mean something, that I turned down not one, not even two, but a number of sure-things. We both know now all we’ve ever wanted is each other. We’ve done things everyone says brothers and sisters aren’t supposed to do, yet I at least don’t feel any remorse about it, not one bit.”

It took her avrupa yakası escort a moment to think before she could say anything. “It’s just that, you’ve never been with another girl before. Someone said that sometimes, guys and girls will sometimes become very attached to their first. You know, the feelings that they experience during the first time.”

“This isn’t that. We both wanted it, and we felt it when we were twelve, even if we didn’t really know it back then. Can you deny this doesn’t feel right?”

“Well, no, I can’t. But I’m having second thoughts. If we do date other people, we’ll both get jealous and it could tear us apart. I don’t want that, but if we don’t, mom and dad will get suspicious.”

“There’s not much we can do, we just have to set some ground rules. What’s mom always saying about relationships, you have to trust someone before you can love them? Regardless of who you choose to ‘date’, I know you’ll never go any further than friends with them.” As I spoke, Rene listened intently to my words, trying to let them sink in, hoping they’d quell her doubts. “I promise with all my love, nothing will happen between me and the girls I go out with.”

Her face moved closer to mine as she took my face in her hands, striking me with the deepest kiss imaginable. When she pulled away, leaving me in a pleasant shock, she wore a weak smile. “I know in my heart, but how can I tell that to my brain? You’ve been very loving with me, always making sure I’m happy, even satisfying me in wonderful ways. Hell, none of the girls in school who are having sex have a lover willing to wait to cum before satisfying her. A part of me actually likes knowing I have what they most want, a lover who pays attention to my needs. But it’s not enough to silence the fears-”

“That you’re not good enough for me, right?” She nodded in affirmation. “You know all the guys in school wanted you, even if you didn’t even give most of them the time of day. Those you did date, most of them really wanted to get between your legs. Now you gave something very special to me, but that guy part of me is bursting with pride, knowing I was the one that got it, that I’ve not only had sex with you, but that you actually want me as much as I want you.”

The smile strengthened. “Dear brother, what you got from me was something I wanted you to have. I wanted you to be my first. Being your first only made it much better. It’s something I cherish, and hope you cherish too.”

“How couldn’t I? It’s something you can only give to one person, and you gave it to me.” Our lips started drawing towards each other, magnetically attracted. “It means more to me than any other…” My voice trailed off, our lips’ embrace taking precedence.

Neither of us wanted to stop, but pulling away, Rene looked at me with a puppy look, love in her eyes. Underneath, she still felt some uncertainty. “Look, I know you’re attracted to other girls, I’m not that naive. To be honest, I’ve sorta had some more than friendly thoughts about Elisa. Sex is sex, I know, and its great and amazing, but its just that I don’t want to hear you say you love someone else. I don’t think I could take it, not from you.”

Understanding a woman’s fears, it can take a little while to figure out how to respond. Most guys lie to women at times like this, preferring to comfort them than tell them the truth, worried about where their next piece of ass is gonna come from. But mom once told me, when you’re in love, really, deeply in love, you’ll tell that person anything. Dad was listening in at the time and chimed in, agreeing with my mother. The two of them certainly were in love still, always would be. I never thought much about it, never thought someone could love another person that much to be so deeply honest. I did at that moment, though, staring into my lover’s eyes. I wanted to comfort her but something in me wanted to be completely truthful.

It took a few seconds to actually think of what to say, though. When it came out, it felt like I was laying bare my soul and preparing to have it twisted and ripped apart. “Rene, I love you. Certain things keep coming back, things people have said about it over the years. I’m not going to lie here and tell you something to comfort you, tell you I know what the future has in store for us. I only know, right now, I love you more than I think I could love anyone. Does that mean that a year from now, someone won’t come along and steal my heart? Or your heart, for that matter. But we’ve shared something incredibly special these past two days, will always be together a way no man or woman could understand or destroy. Mom and dad tried and they tried harder than anyone else ever will, yet they failed. Our lying here, it’s proof of that.”

Tears welled up in those wonderfully blue eyes, even as she smiled softly. “This here, what we are now, I wish it could last forever. And I wasn’t kidding last night, about a family. But you’re right, no one knows the future, so it’s silly to daydream about something that might not happen.” I plucked one of her tears away as it rolled down her cheek, wanting to say something to stop her tears, but she put a finger to my mouth, barely touching my skin. “I love you, Rick. But if someone comes along and takes our hearts away, I’ll still always love you.”

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The dream. What can I tell you about the dream that changed my life? I’ve only ever remembered the last minute – just one scene – of that dream, but it was enough to transform me and my life, in the space of a day.

I remember standing, in a hospital OR, while a doctor was performing a C-section, the baby being pulled out , the doc saying “healthy baby boy”, the nurses checking him and his crying for the first time and then the baby being brought over and placed on his momma’s chest to nurse. My step-daughter Callie’s chest. She looked lovingly at the baby, kissed the top of his head, then reached her hand over to me, and said “Say hello to your son, Papa.”

In that moment, my mind exploded – I screamed, woke up, and came, all in the same instant. “What the fuck?” I thought immediately. “Callie, calling the baby my son? Where did that come from?”

Callie was 24 at the time. She had lived with her mom and me since I had married her mom when she was 12, except for the weekends and weeks that she stayed with her dad, until the custody agreement expired when she turned 18. And she kept living with me, after my wife Colleen had died in a car accident 18 months earlier.

Callie had gotten pregnant when she was a freshman in college by a guy named Brad who wanted nothing to do with fatherhood, and after he’d totally trashed her reputation on campus, she dropped out, in part to avoid him and the false rumors he started, but mostly to take care of her pregnancy. She gave birth to a pretty girl she named Marie, who was now 5, soon to finish up kindergarten. Brad had graduated a couple of years before, but was still fighting against paying child support. His parents were spending more on a lawyer to fight in court than he’d have needed to pay Callie, but some people think the words “it’s the principle” means they actually have any. Brad had none.

When Marie began to talk, she learned to call me Papa Dave, while Colleen’s ex was called Grampa. By the time I had that dream, Callie had also started calling me Papa or Papa Dave more than she called me just Dave any more. We had never gotten to the point where she ever called me Dad, because she really resented me when I first showed up in her mom’s life, wanting her parents to get back together as many kids of divorce do. That resentment faded as she got older, and getting called Dave was a lot better than being called “Asshole” and “Jerk” as she had done while a rebellious teen. Having “Dave” morph into “Papa Dave” felt good, coming from either of the girls’ mouths. Callie had finally accepted me as being part of her family. She and Marie certainly were mine, and I was glad to still have them in my life.

When Colleen died, Callie decided it was easiest to keep living with me, because she couldn’t stand her dad’s latest live-in girlfriend, and couldn’t really afford to move out on her own yet, especially without any support from Brad. She was planning to start taking some online courses over the summer, then go back full time when Marie would be in 1st grade, to finally get college back on track, and if she kept doing the summer courses, she thought she could graduate in two more years. I had the bedrooms for them in my house, and felt I owed it to my wife to stand by Callie and Marie for as long as they wanted me in their lives. I benefitted from having someone around the house when I had to travel for business, and loved having the two of them close to me. I had more than enough income to support the three of us. And I knew I could not have survived losing them as a result of losing Colleen, and was so glad I hadn’t.

My mind was in a whirlwind – how could that baby boy be my son? Had I had sex with Callie in that dream but couldn’t remember it? The puddle of cum on my stomach told me that some part of that dream must have been sexual, but what had I imagined? Reaching over to my nightstand for some tissues, I cleaned up the mess and started to panic – was I some kind of pervert, lusting after my daughter like that? I calmed myself down by telling myself it was only a dream. Right? Just a dream, and I didn’t actually remember having sex with her. Just the OR part of the dream. Right? I got out of bed, and headed to my shower, which I ran cold. Really cold.

Washed, shaved, and hair brushed, I had just finished dressing and opened the bedroom door to head to my office, when I heard the front door open, and Callie shout up the stairs, “Hey Papa, I’m taking Marie to kindergarten – do you want me to stop for bagel sandwiches on my way back?”

“Umm, that’d be great, honey – bacon egg & cheese for me, and could you get some OJ to go with it? We’re out in the fridge.”

“Okay, Papa! I’ll be back in 20. Love you!” And with that, she slammed the door like she always did, and headed for her car with Marie in her arms.

My answering “Love you too!” was cut off by the slam. She always seemed to do that, ending a conversation before you could get your last words in. “Love you too,” I repeated. In that moment, the words “Say hello to your son, Papa,” üsküdar escort replayed in my head.

In my office, I sat down to the computer, responded to some emails, and then was headed downstairs to make a pot of coffee, when Callie walked through the front door with a bagful of sandwiches and a couple of Starbucks lattes.

“Hi, honey! Good thing I didn’t start the coffeemaker yet. Let me help you with that.” I reached for the tray the two coffees were on, and as I turned towards the kitchen, brushed my arm against her left breast. And was hard again in seconds. Callie’s curvy physique was only made curvier by the pregnancy, and her breasts were the best part of it. I’ve never been the kind of guy who can guess a woman’s measurements just by looking at her, but I did know her current bras were 36Ds by doing some of the laundry.

What the fuck was up with me? I knew I’d been feeling pretty horny lately, since I hadn’t yet started dating again after my wife’s death, but was I really that horny, and for my step-daughter no less? Walking towards the kitchen, I tried to keep my back to Callie so she wouldn’t see my arousal, and sat down at our kitchen table quickly, and took my Mocha out of the tray to take a sip.

Callie grabbed some napkins off the counter, sat down in the chair next to mine, and started pulling out bagels and bagel sandwiches from the bag, along with a small bottle of orange juice. “So, how much work do you have today, Papa?” With just the sound of the word, my dick hardened even more. When she leaned forward, resting her breasts on her forearms, I practically heard the seams of my jeans stretch to make room for even more hardness.

“A… a few hours, at most, unless my boss assigns me a few more tasks. I might even be done by the time you have to pick Marie up from school.” But I couldn’t pull my eyes away from her breasts for about 15 seconds. When I did, and looked up at her, she had a strange look on her face. Not mad, not happy, but clearly she’d noticed my stare. Neither of us mentioned it. We sat in silence for a couple of minutes, eating our sandwiches and drinking our lattes.

She broke the silence, asking “Um, I’ve got to do a grocery run. Besides more OJ, is there anything you think we need?”

“Just some more peanut butter, I think. Do you have enough money for whatever else we need?”

“Papa, I’ll just use the debit card you gave me. That’s what you got it for.” I had gotten her the debit card tied to my checking account after a couple of experiences of having to wire her money while I was out of town when she’d run short on cash I’d left her. She used her small paychecks for her own expenses, but used the debit card for family expenses like groceries. Over the months since her mom died, she had taken on a lot of her mom’s responsibilities, from cooking and shopping to laundry and cleaning, and was just as involved in staying within the family budget as Colleen had been. Between that and caring for Marie, she was only holding down a part-time job, and was planning to go back to school once Marie reached first grade. I was the breadwinner in the family at that point, and glad to do it.

“Okay. There’s enough in the account for groceries, just remember I don’t get paid for another five days.” I had finished my bagel sandwich, and more importantly my erection had finally gone away, so I got up, grabbed my coffee and OJ and said “Off to the salt mines” and headed for the stairs. As I started up them, I looked towards the kitchen, and saw her looking at me with that same expression on her face. “Oh, gawd,” I thought. “Is she still thinking about my stare?”

Work was nearly impossible, as thoughts of the dream, and my reactions to her at the kitchen table kept crowding facts and figures out of my head. I must have gotten hard and then soft again a dozen times over the next four hours. Callie was gone shopping for about an hour, but otherwise stayed downstairs the whole time I was working. The thought that she was avoiding me because of what had happened at the table was the next to consume my mind, when I heard the front door open.

A torpedo with arms and legs ran up the stairs, yelling “Papa, Papa” before launching herself into my work chair and hugging me. “Guess what we did in school today?” I hadn’t even heard Callie leave to pick her up.

“Sat in chairs?” I joked, pulling her way from my neck so I could look into her face.

“We had a clown visit us!” she squealed. “But it was a girl clown, who made us balloon animals and made us laugh and laugh! Can I be a clown when I grow up, Papa?”

“You can be whatever you want, sweetie, so long as it makes you happy and pays the bills.”

“What are bills?”

“You’ll learn about those when you’re older.”

“Okay, Papa.”

By then, Callie had come upstairs and poked her head into my office. “Okay honey, we need to let Papa Dave get his work done. You need a bath, so come on.” After I helped Marie down, I looked up at Callie, and tuzla escort our eyes met, and that same expression crossed her face briefly before she took Marie’s hand and walked her towards their bathroom. I heard the water running as I turned back toward my computer.

I was able to work on a few more things before running out of tasks around 2 PM. I got up from my chair, stretched my back and neck, and started heading downstairs, when Marie ran out of the bathroom, butt naked, and Callie called out “Marie, get back here! I need to dry you off and brush your hair.”

I looked towards Callie, and immediately started another erection – the t-shirt she was wearing was soaked, and I could clearly see her nipples through the material. She noticed me looking, and immediately threw an arm in front of her chest. “Papa!” she shouted.

“I’m sorry, sweetie,” I mumbled, as I turned around and closed my office door. And began to cry. “What is wrong with me?” I thought. “She’s as close to a daughter as can be, why am I thinking of her this way? Colleen, please forgive me.”

The rest of my afternoon was miserable. I cried several more times, was hard several more times, uncontrollably, and by 5 my eyes and balls were both feeling the pain. “Time to face the music” I whispered, as I shut down the computer and headed downstairs to find out what Callie had planned for dinner, and to try and apologize.

When I got downstairs, I didn’t see Callie, but Marie was at the kitchen table coloring. “What’cha drawing, squirt?” I asked her. I could see a package of Italian sausage, spaghetti sauce and rotini on the counter, so I guessed we were having pasta for dinner.

“Us, Papa,” she replied, showing me a picture of her, her mom and I standing in front of a pretty good representation of our house, with the trees and even the plants in front.

“That’s a real pretty picture, honey. Where’s mommy?” I asked, just as I heard the downstairs bathroom flush. “Oh, I guess I know where she is now”.

“Yup, going potty,” she giggled.

Turning towards the bathroom, I saw Callie open the door to the bathroom, as she finished drying her hands. But when she turned to exit, she hadn’t zipped up her cargo pants, and I caught sight of her pubic hair, just before she reached for the zipper. It didn’t look like she was wearing panties, underneath. Sproing, again. “Oh gawd, not again,” I thought. I sat at the table next to Marie, to hide myself, and started asking her more questions about her drawing, trying to get the mental image of denim rubbing against what I imagined Callie’s pussy lips looked like, out of my head. I managed to banish both those thoughts and the developing erection, thankfully, and stood up, planning to head back upstairs.

“Is it okay if we have dinner a little earlier tonight, Papa?” Callie asked, opening the pack of sausage. “I’ve got to do a Target run after, and want to get back home in time to put Marie to sleep and for a couple of TV shows.”

“Sure, sweetie. Is there anything I can do to help make it quicker?”

“Okay, can you get the loaf of Italian bread out of the pantry and prepare it for garlic bread. You always seem to do it better than I can. Not as good as Mom…” She shuddered a little, and turned to me. ‘I… I still miss her so much!” Tears started falling, and she walked into my arms for a hug.

I wrapped my arms around her, one hand stroking the back of her head lightly, and told her “It’s okay, honey. We’re supposed to miss the people we love, when they’ve left us. Remember that she loved us, and a part of her is still here, in our memories, in our hearts, and in our souls. She’s so proud of how you’re raising Squirt over there, of the meals you’re making for me, all of it.” I wondered at that moment if Colleen was proud of me, for having the kinds of thoughts about her daughter that I’d been having, but promised myself I would shake them off. It was just that dream making me think like this, after all.

“Thanks, Papa, I needed to hear that”. We actually managed to separate right at the moment where I really became aware of Callie’s breasts being pressed against my ribs, and as we stepped back from each other, I noticed that her nipples were erect. She apparently didn’t notice it, as she turned to continue dinner, and I moved to get the bread. We did our tasks silently, while Marie told us all about her day at school. In no time flat, we had dinner ready, and had our normal dinner conversation, teasing Marie the this wasn’t actually “s’ghetti”, because it was a different pasta. She gobbled it up anyway. It was the best I’d felt all day.

I offered to take care of the dishes, so she could get her shopping started. She came over, said “Thanks, Papa,” and gave me a little peck on the cheek, and turned towards Marie and said “C’mon squirt, we’re going. Anything you need from Target, Papa?”

“Shampoo, and my razor blades, I think. Drive safe, okay?”. I always worried about losing someone else to a car accident.

“I pendik escort will, precious cargo, right?”

“The preciousest.” It was one of our routine exchanges anytime Callie complained that I drove too slow when I drove her some place. I was not willing to risk her or Marie’s life, just to shave a few minutes off of driving time.

I rinsed our plates, cups and utensils to load them in our dishwasher, washed the pans, and started the dishwasher. Then I headed up to my office, and started reading some stories off of Literotica, thinking that I could push thoughts of Callie out of my head by reading about other people having sex.

It didn’t work. Every female character sounded just like a description of Callie in some way, making me picture her in all the sex scenes. I tried switching to another story, where it would happen again. And when a sci-fi based story I started reading immediately turned out to have elements of father-daughter incest in it, I really had to stop. Which is around the time I heard Callie get back from the store.

Taking a deep breath, I headed downstairs. She’d just come through the door, holding Marie and her keys in her left arm, a couple of bags in the other. Marie had a grip on the collar to the baggy t-shirt Callie was wearing, pulling it so far down, I could see the edge of her areola. I don’t think Callie was aware of it, but my dick sure was. “Is… is that everything?”

“No, there’s a couple more bags in the trunk, thanks.”

I headed to her car, pulled the remaining bags out, and closed the trunk. The car beeped, letting me know it was locked. Heading back in, I heard Callie say, “Okay, squirt, time for bed.”. Seeing me come back in, she took the two bags I was carrying to set them on the table and handed me the bag with my stuff I’d asked for and said, “I’ll put the rest of this away after Marie’s asleep, okay? You headed to watch TV in your room?”

“I’ve got a couple of bills to pay online first, but then I’ll get caught up on some of the shows the DVR recorded during my last trip.”

“I think I’ll watch my shows on the TV down here in the living room, so it doesn’t wake Marie up. If you fall asleep before I come back up, sweet dreams.”

“Chocolate dreams for you.” It was something I’d started saying to her mom when we were dating and I learned how much she loved chocolate, and it became my routine goodbye to Colleen when I was on a business trip, and Callie knew it. I’d only said it to her a few times since her mom passed, at the end of phone calls from the road, but this was the first time I’d done it at home, face to face. She blushed, before scooping Marie up to take her to her bedroom. I followed behind them, and man did I notice her butt sway in front of me going up those stairs! “Stop it!” I thought. “She’s almost your daughter!”. “Almost,” a whisper said in the back of my mind.

We parted at the top of the stairs, I went into the master bedroom while the girls headed down the hallway to their bedrooms on either side of their bathroom. I turned on the TV in the little media nook I had made out of what had previously been Colleen’s craft area, and started an episode of “Amazing Race”, while I logged on and paid those bills. I watched the racers running around Brazil, but I wasn’t getting into the show, thoughts of Callie walking up the stairs kept intruding. So I decided to head to bed early, hoping I’d be back to normal in the morning.

My balls really, really ached, but I couldn’t risk trying to masturbate, because I knew it would be to images of Callie, and I was trying to get sexual thoughts of her out of my head, not deeper into it. So I just tried to sleep, and dreamed again.

But not of Callie, or the OR, or a baby boy. No, this time I dreamed of Colleen. We were in our bed, naked, and were in my favorite sexual position, me spooned behind her, rubbing the head of my dick through her pussy lips, occasionally hitting her clit, before I entered her, and began sliding all the way in. Both hands were now on her breasts, squeezing her nipples, as I slowly stroked in and out of her, trying to angle my dick to hit her g-spot over and over. I could hear her moans, feel her breath on the hair of my arms, even smell her pussy juice in the air, and her hair right in front of my face. It felt like no dream I’d ever had.

She had already orgasmed three times from the friction against her g-spot, as I moved one hand down to stroke her clit, and along her lips on either side of my dick going in and out, and when I squeezed her clit hard, her orgasm triggered mine, and I came, really hard. Harder than I ever come from masturbation, harder than I’d come since she had died. And here it’s in a dream with her. Yet it didn’t wake me.

As we cuddled afterwards, Colleen turned slightly, and whispered to me, “Dave, honey, it’s okay, what you’re feeling about Callie. You need her in your life, she needs to be in yours. And Toby needs to be born. He’s going to do great things. God told me so. You’re all part of her plan. My dying was part of it, too. As much as I know it caused you and Callie a lot of pain, it has also brought you closer. You would never have wound up together, if I was still there. I love you still, but I needed to say goodbye and tell you to stop fighting this. Let Callie take my place, completely.” And with that, she vanished.

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Hello Sarah,

I love reading your mom-son stories. They get me really hard. I have masturbated many times reading your stories. I like that you’ve been able to help moms and sons get together. I was hoping you’d be able to guide me.

My name is Alan and I’m 18. Look forward to hearing from you!

Thanks Alan.

Glad to be of help with your masturbating. At 18, you probably cum more than once! So, you fancy your mom do you?

Sarah

Ok Sarah.

I’ve cum a few times lol. Yes I do fancy her. She has an amazing rack and nice lips. I would love to know how she tastes. Talk soon.

Well Alan.

Perhaps you should talk to her. Do you have a close relationship? Have you discussed sex? Has mom seen you masturbate?

Sarah

Ok, I can talk with her Sarah.

We haven’t talked a whole lot about sex. We are pretty close, now that it’s just my mom, sis and I mostly in the house. Dad is away a lot on business. What would you recommend I say? Thanks again. I hope you can help.

(Before I could make some suggestions, I heard from Alan again.)

Hi Sarah

After I got home from college today, I worked up the courage to ask her some questions. I told her I’m attracted to a girl at school, but am a bit shy, and I don’t want to make a bad impression. She asked what I was curious about and I told her – all of it lol.

She replied “I’m not sure if I’m the one who should be showing you how to make a woman happy Alan.” I put my head down, and she said, “well, maybe I could at least tell you how to do things correctly. Okay babe?”

I told her ok.

“We’ll have to wait till we have some time alone, with your dad and sister being around lately.”

That was it so far.

Alan.

A good start Alan.

Tell me more about the conversation – in particular how she said she might be able to help you. I believe she really wants to masturbate your cock, but is too embarrassed to do it straight off. She needs a little time to get used to the idea, but the thought makes her so very horny. What next? Let the next move come from your mom, but encourage her by close hugs and maybe letting her feel your erection pressing against her body.

Sarah

Well Sarah.

I told her I’m still a virgin and am afraid to make the wrong move. She asked what I meant. I told her I’m not even sure how to properly kiss a girl. She said “Ok. I don’t have time right now babe but when we have some free time I’ll give ya pointers”.

Today, after dad and my sister had left, she came up to my room and knocked. I let her in and she sat on my bed next to me. She said “so you still want your mom to show you how to kiss?” I told her yea. “Ok” she said. “What you do first is pucker your lips like this, then place them against her lips. Pretty easy huh?” she said.

“Can I try it on you, just this once to see if you like it ma?”

“Are you sure you want to?” she told me.

“Yes,” with that I puckered up and kissed her.

“That’s good sweety” she replied. At this point I was starting to get a little fired up. After kissing her it made me feel good.

“Can I try with my tongue?”

“Alan, maybe we should just take it one step at a time. If I allow us to take this too far, we’ll be pushing some boundaries that I’m not sure if I’m comfortable with.”

At this point she went on to talk about incest, and how it could affect one’s psyche. I told her I’d be fine, and I think she would be too, if she were okay with showing me more. She said she’d have to think it over, and see how she feels about teaching me more.

I’ll be talking with her again soon I imagine. What should I say?

Thanks.

Hi Alan

Many moms are very curious about their son’s sexuality, and secretly want to share some sex with them. You will know this from my conversations online with some of them. Your mom is clearly worried about the incest angle, and mustn’t be pushed too quickly. She has said she’s not comfortable with it, so it needs some encouragement. Does she use the internet? You might hint that you’ve been looking at my stories, but only if you really think she won’t be embarrassed.

Now that you’ve kissed her, how did she feel about that? You need somehow to be able to hug her, and hold her bottom in your hands. Does she know when you have an erection? Have you talked about young men’s sex drive?

Sarah.

(A few days passed.)

How are things Alan? Any progress? Sarah

Yes Sarah!

They are going good. Yesterday mom called me into her room, and said she was willing to help as long as we set boundaries. I agreed. She told me I could kiss her, as long as I didn’t tell anyone, and my dad and sis didn’t find out. As we were standing, I pressed my lips against hers. When she opened her mouth I stuck my tongue in, and she allowed me to French kiss her. While kissing her, I rubbed my penis against her several times.

She told me I was a good kisser, and that if I wanted to get better, she would continue to help. We kissed for about five minutes, during which I grabbed halkalı escort her ass, and was grinding against her. Afterwards she was flush-looking and said that was about all we had time for.

I look forward to hearing from you.

Excellent Alan!

Your mom is clearly feeling horny. She’s probably reached the age where a woman’s sexual needs have reawakened, after maybe years of neglect by her husband. So, take it easy – keep hugging and pressing your erection against her. Maybe, during a prolonged French kiss, you might place one hand on a breast whilst squeezing her bottom with the other. But don’t be too eager – let your mom get used to the idea of sex with her son. I’m sure mom will overcome her embarrassment, and give in to her curiosity about your cock by feeling it in her hand.

Let me know what happens. I’m sure, given time, you’ll be fucking her.

Sarah xx

Hi Alan.

When I was half-awake this morning, I was dray-dreaming of you and mom. You were telling her how much you admire and respect her, and how you hope you can find a girlfriend as attractive and kind as she is. Someone you can share your intimate thoughts with, and get to know each other, exploring them. Mom says ‘thank you’, and kisses you. As you press your hand against her breast, she kisses you harder and explores your tongue. Then, she can’t resist placing the palm of her hand against your erection, still French kissing you.

‘I hope you don’t lose your respect for me Alan,’ she says, ‘but I’m so curious about your penis. I just want to play with it.’

‘Gosh mom,’ you replied, ‘I respect you more than ever. I just want to explore a mature woman’s body, to learn what makes it work.’

And so it went on!! Hope all is going well at your end. Flatter your mom. Tell her what a wonderful mom she is. Etc..

Sarah

We’ve made out a couple times this week! While kissing I cupped her breasts slightly, I told her how good of a kisser she was. She told me I’m getting pretty good, and that soon I probably won’t need her. I told her I’ll always need her, as I pressed my erection against her leg. She asked if there was anything else I was curious about since I was already real good at kissing.

I told her I was curious what a vagina tastes like. Her eyes widened. She said “I know I’ve been teaching you how to kiss young man but I don’t know how’d you’d feel about me if I let you taste it”. I told her I would still respect her and I would respect her more if I knew. She told me she really wasn’t sure if it was a good idea.

What should I do. Thanks a lot Sarah.

Alan.

Wow Alan!

I think your mum’s very keen to let you taste her – but needs time to get used to the idea. She’s probably masturbating at the thought of you between her legs! Perhaps try caressing her breasts first while kissing – I think maybe she’d be happy for you to play with her breasts, before letting you feel and kiss her pussy. I’m surprised she hasn’t wanted to play with your cock yet though. Maybe she’s waiting for you to ask her. Tell her you’re curious to know how it feels to ejaculate in a woman’s hand – or even in her mouth!

Sarah x

Hi Sarah.

After school today, my ma called me up to her room. She asked me to sit down. She said since you’re so curious about a woman’s body we can give this a try. With that she undid her pants and slipped her hands down. While doing that, she asked “are you sure you really want to know what I taste like? You’ll never forget doing this, Alan.” I told her I was sure.

“Okay then as long as no one finds out, and for the love of god don’t tell anyone at church!”

“Okay okay,” I told her, “I won’t.” She stuck her finger in my mouth and asked how is it? I moaned and told her it tasted good. I asked if I could stick my tongue inside her. She said as long as I keep doing good in college and can keep this between the two of us, it’s possible.

She tasted incredible. She did it for me a couple of times. Afterwards, she told me I should hurry off to my room and handle my business, as my sister would be home soon.

I think this really could happen!

Alan.

That’s incredible Alan!

So incredible! So mom really does get off with you! She must have been really horny to scoop her juices onto her fingers for you to taste. And did you tongue fuck her really? How did she react to that? When is she going to masturbate you – and masturbate FOR you? Has she seen your erect cock yet? Tell me more!!

Sarah xx

Yes Sarah.

I was able to tongue her vagina! She kept putting her fingers into her panties, she told me she was getting horny playing with herself. Each time she’d do it, she’d moan and look at the bulge in my pants then back at my face. She asked, “does my baby want more?” I nodded. She put her fingers in my face, as I would open my mouth and slowly start sucking on them.

I told her I wanted to taste her down there. She went on to say, if I promised not to tell anyone, and if I kept doing good in college, she’d allow it this time. şişli escort She pulled her pants off and told me to get on the bed. Once on it completely, and her in just her panties and blouse, she told me to come here. She moved her panties to the side so I could see her pussy. She insisted on secrecy and told me once I do this there was no going back.

Her vagina is hairy, and her labia is small and tight. Dark hair down there. I stuck my tongue all around it, then, finding the hole began sticking it in and out. She started moaning more, and was closing her legs around my head. I told her I was getting horny after a few minutes of this, then she told me I should take care of it. So I went to my room as my sis was coming home soon.

Do you think she’ll let me make love to her? Should I buy condoms, or would she let me do her without one … or would that be too risky?

Can’t wait to hear from you, as its been a little while since I’ve done anything with her. Thanks so much … your great!

Alan

OMG Alan!

Fab-u-lous!! must have been a life-changing moment for you, to explore her hairy pussy and tongue the wet vagina. She must have been soaking wet . Mom probably had an orgasm, but stifled it, not wanting to alarm you.

Well, I guess your mom’s been thinking a lot about what you did – and masturbating at the thought! She needs to come to terms with your actions, but I would be very surprised if she didn’t want to repeat the experience. If she seems quiet, you could ask her if she’s ok with what happened. Lots of moms have sex with their sons, tell her. Quote me, if you like.

Yes, I feel sure you’ll end up fucking … but it will take time. Be patient. Next time, tell her you’d like to know how it feels to have your cock licked by a woman. Would she like to taste you a well as you tasting her. Say you’d love to know how it feels to have your cock in her mouth.

Tell me how you go on. The delay might be due to your mom having a period, which usually lasts around five days.

Sarah xx

Hey Sara,

It was pretty amazing. I couldn’t get the image of her pussy out of my mind for a while. After getting home, she and I were alone and I brought it up. I asked if I could do it again. She asked how I did on my English test and I told her I passed with a B-. She frowned and said that’s too bad, that I should have studied harder. I told her I was trying and will do better next time

She grabbed my hand and walked me into her bedroom. She said “we have to make this fast. Your dad will be home in a couple hours.” I agreed, and told her that I’d like to know what it feels like to have my penis licked by a woman. She smiled and told me, “if you improve your grades just a little more I’ll consider tasting you down there.”

“Ready for more tips on pleasing a woman?” she asked. I told her of course. She undid her pants, lay on the bed and pulled her panties off throwing them to the floor. She said, “now normally, you want to warm a woman up with foreplay, but since I’m your mom, you don’t have to this time.” And she started giggling. Again I was licking, and this time started fingering her as well. Within a few minutes she was moaning “oh baby!”

After twenty minutes of my eating her, she seemed to collapse on the bed. I asked if I had done good, she told me that was the best she’s had in a long time. I had her juices all over my face when we kissed. “Do better at college, and I’ll help you out, like you’ve been doing for me baby.”

I’m now hoping she’ll actually let me fuck her at some point. Look forward to hearing from you, you’ve helped so much!

Alan.

Hi Alan.

That is pretty amazing! Your mom’s orgasm was a big one! Did she squirm and tremble, I wonder?

You mom is rather selfish though – not masturbating you or sucking you off. She’ll be wanting more soon – and often!

Sarah xx

Hi again Alan.

I’ve been reading your email again. Next time you have a licking session with your mom, take out your cock whilst licking and fingering her, and quietly masturbate with the other hand. When your mom starts to orgasm, try ejaculating over her pussy whilst still rubbing her clit. She’ll love that!!

And when you get two A+ marks. maybe you can penetrate her with you hard cock!!

Sarah

Hi Sarah.

After getting out of church on Sunday, coming home and changing, I got a chance to talk with mom. I let her know I’ve been improving in college and wanted to know when we could spend time together again. She said she wasn’t sure, since dad and my sis have been home a lot more than normal. I asked if she could just give me a bj after dad and sis had gone to the shops. She said ok.

After she’d left, mom said “we have to be very quick.” For the first time, she was staring at my penis. She licked up and down with her tongue and said, “you’re all grown up.” And smiled at me. She started sucking me down, and as she did I played with her tits. It was sooo exciting Sarah! I didn’t last long! As I started to cum, sarıyer escort I grabbed the back of her head and pushed all of myself inside her mouth. Some of it dripped out onto her blouse.

She told me, if she allows me to do that to her again, I’ll have to let her know when I’m about to do that.

It was great. Happy to inform you and hope to hear from ya.

Alan.

Well Alan,

That’s IT! I think your mom will welcome sex with you whenever the opportunity presents itself. But ejaculating into her throat on the first time is really cool!! I think maybe she choked a bit! Not all women like swallowing sperm though. I think a fuck can’t be far away.

So now you’ve sampled her great breasts and her hairy pussy. And mom has sampled your penis and sperm. Gosh! You’ve done very well. There was a time not long ago when you thought you’d never get there! See what a little patience does. Your mom’s at the age when the sex drive is in overdrive! And maybe your dad doesn’t give her as much as she wants. Try asking her how often they have sex and let me know Alan.

Sarah.

Hey Sarah,

I asked her, and she told me she’s lucky to have sex once or twice a month. I asked her about us having sex, and she said she wasn’t sure.”What would you sister say,” she said, “if she found out I let you have sex with me. Or your dad … or the church?” She didn’t seem to be in a good mood. I told her plenty of sons do and everything is fine with them.

I guess I’m not sure how to proceed Sarah.

Alan.

Hi Alan.

As I suspected! Your mom is a bit ashamed of wanting sex with you, and feeling unwanted by your dad. So I guess she is feeling a bit despondent, because she’s rather desperate for sex, but unsure. Does she masturbate I wonder – well, I’m sure she does, thinking about sucking your cock. You need to reassure her that no-one will find out if you’re careful, and she should start thinking about herself for a change – having a little happiness and joy. Not to feel guilty about having a little sexual enjoyment with you.

Sarah xx

Hi Sarah,

Earlier in the week, mom and I had a long talk about what we’ve been up to. She told me she had been giving it a lot of thought, and she concluded that she was willing to give it a go one time, as long as I wore a condom, and that I wouldn’t bring it up. I agreed, and asked her when, she said she wasn’t sure but some time soon.

Well, last night I heard her come home – she had gone out with the girls. Dad was away on business. I heard her come home as she woke me by being a little loud, and sounded rather drunk. I didn’t think about it much, and tried to go back to sleep. Within about an hour, I heard her at my door, which was ajar. She whispered, “Alan, are you awake?” I told her yeah. She came in my room, closed the door and walked up to my bed. She asked me again if I was sure about this and I told her yes. She said ok, climbed on my bed and started undressing. From what I could see in the dark, she removed her pants and panties, but kept her blouse on. I was getting turned on of course!

She whispered that she’d bought one of my dad’s condom. “I hope he doesn’t notice one missing!” she giggled, whilst she opened the pack, and rolled it on my erect cock. With condom on, she asked, “are you ready?”

“Yeah!” I said, full of excitement at the thought of penetrating my mom’s pussy. She told me to keep it down, as my sister was home, just down the hall. She straddled her hips over me, hovered her pussy over my cock, then, with a long low sigh, very slowly sank down on it to the hilt, and started to ride me, sliding up and down. Oh God! Sarah. It was utterly mind-blowing! I couldn’t believe I was back inside the place I came out of. It felt electric being inside her. Fucking unbelievable! I was trembling!

While she was fucking me. she moaned quietly. “Fuck me baby, give momma what she needs.” And “you feel so good in me!” She leaned down to kiss me, and tell me she loved me. Then, she whispered in my ear, panting, ‘Oh my God babe. This is so fantastic! Mmmmmm!’

Slowly we started moving faster. I started to moan well. She leaned down and stuck her tongue in my mouth, while pounding. She told me though her gasps that I was a bad boy for wanting sex from her. But she allowed it anyhow! Gaining confidence, I started to meet her thrusts with my own, slapping into her wet pussy, until I felt unable to prevent myself from coming! I felt it coming up from deep down. I whispered that I was gonna come. I grabbed her hips and pulled her down on me as hard as I could. To the very hilt.

It was amazing. I’ve never cum some hard in my life! When we finished, she told me that was lovely. And that she hoped I learned a lot.

This morning we didn’t talk a whole lot. I’m wondering now if she’ll let me again, and how I can go about going bareback with her. Thank you hope to hear from you soon.

Alan.

Gosh Alan!

There you are, you see! It took a little Dutch courage for your mom to overcome her nervousness! She must have been so delighted to feel your cock inside her at last, having been thinking about it for days! When mom got into her own bed, she probably masturbated to another orgasm, re-living the sensation of fucking you. And maybe even a third, until she went to sleep tired and happy! Believe me, Alan, she’ll want it again – and soon!

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I gave up on birthday parties after my thirtieth, but my wife Joan and my daughter Karen insisted on celebrating my thirty-eighth with cake and ice cream. I blew out the candles with one long puff and then Joan carved out three wedges. After we finished off our sugary treat, my pretty wife wished me a happy birthday and handed me a gift-wrapped package. She had thoughtfully bought me a best-selling book that I had been planning to read.

“I’ll give you my present later, Dad,” Karen said. When mother and daughter shared a giggle, I knew that they had cooked something up. My beautiful daughter had come home from a prestigious university just for my birthday. It was costing me a fortune to keep her in the pricey school, but I thought of it as an investment that would someday pay dividends. I sometimes wondered why I even bothered paying for a higher education when she could have earned far more than most people as a model, actress, stripper, or – God forbid – a hooker. Her angelic face was framed by curly brown hair. She had a million-dollar smile, and, believe me, it had cost me nearly that much. Regular visits to a tanning salon accounted for her perfect tan.

Later that evening, I was watching TV when Joan planted her sweet ass on my lap. That’s her way of saying it is time for sex, and she always gives me something special on my birthdays. I always ask for ass and she always serves it up, even though she doesn’t particularly enjoy being sodomized. “Why don’t you get cleaned up and we’ll have some fun,” she whispered.

I took a hot, soapy shower, shaved and brushed my teeth. I jacked my cock to perfect my hard-on, slapped on a little aftershave, opened the door to the bedroom, and got the shock of a lifetime. My beautiful daughter was stretched out naked on the bed with a big pink bow tied around her slender waist. You could have knocked me over with a feather! Joan was sitting next to the bed wearing only a short, terrycloth robe. Both of my beauties had big smiles on their faces.

As I stood there ogling my saucy daughter, my cock lurched all the way to my belly. Her tits were absolutely perfect – not big, but very nice. I was pleased to see a full bush on her pussy. I approve of women using a razor to keep the shrubbery from growing wild, but strongly disapprove of them shaving it all off. A cunt should be covered with hair the way nature intended.

“What’s going on?” I asked. I know it was a dumb thing to say but I couldn’t kadıköy escort think of anything else.

“Daddy, I wanted to thank you for all that you have done for me by giving you a really nice present. I decided to give you my body. It was really Mom’s idea. I’m sorry I’m not a virgin for you, but I’ve only been with one guy so I’m close to being one.”

“I’m not sure I can accept your present. After all, you are my own daughter,” I said.

“Oh, don’t be silly,” Joan said. “Look at her. Look how beautiful she is. I’m sure that you have fucked her in your fantasies many times. Now get over here and do what you’ve been wanting to do for years.”

My cock was harder than it had been in months and I was masturbating it in full view of my young daughter. “Well, if you aren’t going to take advantage of the situation, I will,” Joan said. She stood and shrugged off her robe then slipped onto the bed and kissed her daughter on the mouth. The kisses were innocent at first but that soon changed, and they began kissing passionately and fondling each other’s beautiful tits. It just kept getting better and better.

“How long has this been going on?” I asked.

“We played around the last time she was home,” Joan said.

“Yeah, Daddy. I made it with a girlfriend and I wanted Mom to see how good it feels. But don’t worry, I like men, too.”

I shamelessly stroked my cock as Joan sucked her daughters beautiful tits. She untied the ribbon and ran her hand down over the golden belly to the furry mound. Karen moaned as her mother ground the heel of her hand into her mons. I crossed my fingers and hoped that Joan wouldn’t stop at Karen’s tits. My wish was granted. She lapped at her daughter’s pelt the way a cat grooms her kittens. Joan continued fondling Karen’s breasts as she fucked her pussy with her long tongue. Most of her effort went into working her tongue around inside Karen’s fuck-hole, but she stopped occasionally and lavished attention on every inch of that pussy.

“Come and get this hair off of my tongue,” Joan said. “I can’t find it.” I sat on the bed and examined her extended tongue. Even as I was reaching for the hair I couldn’t believe what I was doing. I was picking one of my daughter’s pussy-hairs off of my wife’s tongue! Freed of the pesky hair, Joan went right back to work on Karen’s pussy.

I could not stay out of it any longer. I came to my knees ümraniye escort beside my daughter’s head and aimed my hard cock at her lovely face. She smiled when she realized what I wanted. Her mouth was warm and very wet. She sucked most of my cock in, drew a vacuum, and then pulled slowly off. The vacuum caused her cheeks to cave in around my cock. The soft linings of her mouth gripped me tighter the closer her lips came to the head. At the end of that first suck I realized that I was in for an unprecedented struggle to control my inevitable orgasm. It didn’t help that I was now fondling her precious titties. My hand was drawn to them like iron to a magnet.

Karen’s moans were the icing on the cake. They made every nerve in the head and neck of my cock tingle. She had her hand on the back of her mother’s head and was humping her mouth. We were both coming down the home stretch together. I was determined to shoot my load right down Karen’s throat, but, at the last second, my conscience got the best of me and I changed my mind. I gave her just a sample of my broth before I pulled my cock out and sprayed her tits. Could it have been my jism against her nipples that triggered her orgasm? Perhaps. All I can be sure of is that my daughter and I were cumming together.

“OH, MOM, PLEASE DON’T STOP! I’M CUMMING SO GOOD. HUH..HUH..HUH..AH, ANOTHER ONE! I CAN’T STOP CUMMING!”

The five-star cum-shot all over my daughter’s heaving tits was worthy of a porno star. I divided the ten spurts equally between tits, and then used the dribbles to decorate her swollen nipples. I felt a little queasy when Joan moved higher and lapped at the fresh semen. She is one of those rare women who love everything about cum. I sometimes slip a rubber on my cock before I cum in her pussy so I can empty the contents into her mouth. I decided that I would have to teach the perversion to Karen, but first I had to overcome my reluctance to shoot off in her mouth.

Joan rolled onto her back and clawed at her pussy. “Oh, Mommy, you poor dear,” Karen said. “You need a good fucking now but Daddy can’t do it because I accidentally sucked him off, so I will have to do the job for him.” She literally ran to her room and came back seconds later with a gigantic dildo in her hand. She strapped it to her belly so deftly that I’m certain she had donned it many times before. As she pushed her mother’s knees apart and mounted her, she said, “You’re going ümraniye escort to love my big, hard cock in your pussy, Mommy.”

Joan squealed as her daughter’s thick cock spread her vagina wider than it had been since childbirth. The notion of a young woman, barely of legal age, fucking her beautiful mother with an artificial cock is so indecent that describing it makes me blush. Mother and daughter were tit to tit and belly to belly. Joan raised her hips to meet her daughter’s downward thrusts. Karen’s still-wet tits slapping against her mother’s face gave the latter an opportunity to polish off the few pearls of jism still clinging to the skin.

My cock rose to the challenge faster than it ever had before, and I was soon astride Joan’s thighs taking aim on my daughter’s pussy. With the dildo up high on her pubic bone, the entrance to her cuntal canal was unobstructed. My conscience held me back for a moment, then my lust took control and I lined my cock up with the wet mouth of my daughter’s pussy and speared it with one perfect thrust. I nearly came on the first stroke but somehow managed to regain control.

The two sex-crazed beauties were wailing so loudly that my ears rang. We moved awkwardly at first, but with a minute or two of practice we began to move together like the precision gears in a Swiss watch. When Karen pulled her cock out, I drove mine in. As I reached between their bodies and filled my hands with my daughter’s tits, her mother’s hard nipples dug into the backs of my hands.

Our smooth fuck turned ragged when Karen started cumming. We were like an engine running on half of its cylinders. I held tightly to my daughter’s slender waist and fucked her with all of my strength. I was determined to torment every single nerve in her tight, slick pussy until I found the one crucial nerve that would trigger her orgasm. I found it! My daughter wanted the whole world to know that the fires of orgasm were raging out of control in her pussy.

“OH, MY GOD, I’M CUMMING. HUH..HUH..HUH..HUH..HERE COMES ANOTHER ONE!”

Mother and daughter came together. Determined to make it a three-way orgasm, I picked up speed until I was delivering three strokes per second. My goal was to keep her orgasm going and to get mine started. The Kegel contractions in the wall’s of her pussy made her so tight that it felt like I was being milked. I threw myself on top of the writhing women, let out a bellow, and shot my load into my daughter’s clenching pussy.

We untangled ourselves from our forbidden embrace and lay gasping for air. I think we were all in a state of shock over what we had done. Nothing was said for a long time. Then Karen whispered, “Did you like your present, Daddy?”

“Baby, it was the best present anyone has ever given me.”

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This is a story about a son’s love for his mother, and her surrender to it. She is a very naive person, who needs his love and guidance.

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Hi,

Is there anyone out there that can tell me how to cope with a son who wants not only to have sex with you? But wants to genuinely take you to bed, to not only love you, but make rampant love to you? This isn’t a fad, I already know that. I thought it was at first, but now I know different. It is also the most confusing conundrum I have ever faced or had to deal with.

You see I know he loves me, not only as his mom, but as the woman he desires above all others, to the extent that he has finished with his long term girlfriend, to kind of concentrate on me. To make me realise and understand, that I am the one, the only one.

This is difficult to relate because it is kind of already in two parts. Part one, are of his attempts to seduce me and get me to be his. And to be honest, being his, has a great appeal to me. Why you may ask, well, I’ll try to explain. But please forgive me if I come across a bit disjointed about it.

I had my son at an early age due to being raped by a member of my family, not a close member I hasten to add. And no one has ever known who the father was but me, no one. I refused point blank to name him. Anyway the perpetrator of this deadly deed is now extinct, the bastard died sixteen years ago. But he did give me the light of my life, my blessed son Liam.

He is now eighteen, but it all started several years ago, more or less when he reached puberty. I noticed him looking at me, being nice to me. Though he has been like that throughout his life. But I could tell he was noticing me in other ways. I just ignored it, but I knew about it, and was well aware of the effect I had on him.

Even dressing down didn’t work, I tried ignoring him when he got too close sometimes. I chastised him on many occasions. But Liam was Liam, and so on we went. He grew, and is now a strapping young man, big really. Plays sports, keeps fit, and doesn’t drink, yet! Certainly not into drugs, and doesn’t smoke, so all is well in those directions.

He is, even in my humble opinion, very good looking, tall at 6ft 1″ a good weight, and is Mr Confidant himself. He has girls chasing him, and I keep hoping that one day he will meet Miss Right. But up to now it’s still me who’s Miss Right. I am flattered beyond belief by him, I could not wish for a better son, in fact he is not only my son, we are best friends too.

I have never married, never wanted to be, and I’ve never even met a man who I would even consider settling down with. I have had plenty of boyfriends, had plenty of sex, but the sky as yet has never lit up for me, and I doubt it ever will. But Liam thinks he can light me up, and if I were to give him the chance, if I were to succumb to his ways, I think he would.

And that is half my problem, he seems to know he has me partially hanging off him, he too knows I love him, as a mother yes. But he knows I love him properly, though it doesn’t detract from me being his mother too. I love being with him,, he makes me laugh, he can make me cry, we discuss things, and he even asks me about sex, or he did do. That was until he told me he was practising for the real thing. When I asked him what that meant, his answer was as blunt as you like, Me!

By the way my name is Georgina, or Georgi to my friends, I am only thirty three yeas old, Liam as I have said is only just eighteen, so the age gap is in real terms, quite close. Which I suppose is why we can relate to each other more as friends, rather than mother and son, get me?

I am fairly good looking, though if you listened to Liam, I am Gods only gift to the female world worthy of consideration for beautiful sexy woman of the planet. I have dark brown hair, a soft face, a good body, and as I’ve said I have had boyfriends. And my extreme bits are still very sensitive to the right touch or squeeze.

I am quite tall for a woman, around 5ft 9″ or so, I think I’m a little overweight but Liam insists I am perfect, so who’s to argue? I weigh in at about 125lbs, so you can make your own mind up. I like to dress well, Oh before I forget, my parents are quite wealthy, and they stood by me in the early years, and in fact they still do.

Now back to Liam, as he has told me, I know he is sexually active, and yes, he says he practises safe sex which I am glad about. I would hate it if he ended up in the kind of boat I did, although in my case, life is now perfect, almost. I have taught him to be respectful to his elders. He has done well at school and soon he is in college, our local one, which is an excellent choice. And of course he will be still at home with me.

Now he is an adult, legally that is, he has upped the ante with me. I am now his target full time, and I know I am weakening. And yes, I am having fun with it too, he doesn’t try to bully me, he isn’t even that insistent, but it’s there all the time. I can feel it. Even though I won’t show it, I am sure that istanbul escort one day, reasonably soon, he will indeed, get me if I’m not too careful.

When he is at home, which is about 3 or 4 nights a week he insists we sit on the sofa together to watch television, or we play scrabble or something. And he holds my hand, sits real close. And when I win, I get a great big hug and a kiss on the cheek for it. And though I know what’s happening, how can I tell him off, remonstrate with him when he is just being so nice, so adorable, and so loving.

I sigh with inner happiness sometimes, a woman, well this woman anyway loves attention, especially when it’s attention like this, even if it is from my own son. “I love you mom,” he says, but it’s not just the words, it’s the way he says them. There is real depth there, real feeling.

There have been a few times when I have felt so wanted and needed by him, even overwhelmed by the way he is. I have almost cupped his face in my hands and kissed him, which would have led ultimately to the real thing I know it. And those eyes of his tell their own story, it’s written in them.

He has never even batted an eye when I have brought a man home on occasions; he just seems to know that they’ll be moved on in a while. And while I have had sex with some of them, I have never done it with Liam in the house. He does brush up against me, and I must admit that that does get me excited.

He feel of his hard young body trying to attract mine is a very pleasurable feeling. He lets me know silently, that his sole purpose is to make me happy. That I come first and foremost in everything he does, everything he says. It’s all for me, and with me in mind. He knows me, it’s as simple as that really.

He said to me last week, “Mom, I know you are a little reticent about you and I, but it is real, it has to happen. We both know it, it’s just a question of when, not if.” And that put it in a nutshell really. I half nodded my head to acknowledge what he had said, but daren’t speak. He can rock me back on my heels sometimes.

And now I find myself making, or trying to make myself look good just for him. When he is on his way home he calls me. First to tell me he loves me, and second to tell me what time he will be there. And then I’m in the mirror, putting a little make up on, trying this dress, that dress, this skirt, that skirt, heels or no heels.

And when he comes in I get very suddenly breathless, I feel like a little girl sometimes waiting for her loving daddy. I tell myself off for doing it, but I do it just the same. When he walks in I try to be sat down so he has to come to me to kiss my cheek. But sometimes I feel so excited I’m at the door waiting for him, so I can hug him tight to me. Which again, simply leaves me breathless once more.

What I wasn’t aware of was, he was making plans, he had decided it had gone on long enough, that I wouldn’t fight him, that I would give in to him. I was resigning myself to the fact too, but I just couldn’t bring myself to bring my barriers down. And I think Liam knew that too.

Which was why, I think, he took the action that he did.

Now the Part 2 I was talking about.

Part 1 was the Before.

Part 2 is the after, past tense as it were.

He had called me to say, “I love you mom, my beautiful sexy mom,” I did smile when he said things like that. “And I’ll be home in thirty.” I was already showered and changed, and as it was a warm summer’s day, I was wearing a nice skirt, just above the knee by about 3″ it was all black. The top I had on was like a short sleeved burnt orange man’s shirt, but designed for a woman, it was a fitted one. I had no shoes on my feet.

My hair was down, I had looked in the mirror, and said to myself, “He’ll like the way you look today Georgi!” I heard him pull on to the drive and waited for him to come in. I was at the sink, being busy with something that I still can’t remember to this day. Liam walked in and straight to me, I half turned, offered my cheek for him to kiss which he did, he also hugged me.

I turned back to the sink, I was inexplicably feeling very excited by just having him near me. He does that, I look, or even think of him and I excite, tingle, it’s silly I know, even unreasonably justified. But he has this effect on me, and I know its grown along with him. I sensed a great awareness or imminence coming from him. I knew he was right behind me, and I expected another loving hug. Instead he said to me.

“Mom, hold out your hand behind you please, I have a present for you.”

“Which one?” I asked him.

“Doesn’t matter,” he said, I heard a drawer opening at my side and I thought, ‘Ooooh nice.’ I put my right hand, the one nearest and waited. “Now the other mom,” he told me. I did as he said, and I felt softness on each wrist, then a kind of zipping click. I looked then, my eyes travelled down and back, and there on my right wrist was a bright pink band.

I glimpsed avcılar escort a bit of silvery looking wire hanging from it, and then felt my left wrist move. I looked at that one and my right wrist moved too, and on my left was the same bright pink band. It also had a bit of silvery wire attached to it too. I pulled both of them up, and my arms stayed behind me. And that was when I realised I had been cuffed or something.

I couldn’t get either wrist up, each time I pulled or moved one, the other went with it. A little frightened now, I said, “Liam, what’s going on, what are you doing?” He moved close to me, took me in his arms and told me not to worry, that he loved me, and would die before he ever hurt me. This made me feel a little better but still I was concerned.

You can call me naive, stupid, thick, or whatever you like but I didn’t guess what this was about. Him close to me, his breath on my neck, I was comforted, I trusted him, I believed in him, he was, and is my son, my soul mate. But what he did next focussed my mind a more than just a little, he took each of my breasts in his hands and cupped them.

“Liam?” I gasped, surprised by his forwardness, and his boldness. He didn’t say anything, but started to unbutton my shirt, I watched in fascinated bemusal, that’s all I can say now about it, I never said a word. Soon they were all undone, then Liam simply slid the silky material back over my shoulders, leaving me with only my bra to cover my modesty.

Later on I guessed he had planned everything, it all went as smooth as the silk shirt I had on, or nearly didn’t by now. He slid the drawer in front of me open and took out my sowing scissors, scissors that were not kept in that drawer. Then with two single snips he cut through the straps over my shoulders. I felt a brief fumble at my back, and he had undone the two hooks holding my bra together.

I watched it drop off me and down to land on the counter in front of me. Now realisation dawned on me, I had been kind of captured, I think? by my son. My arms were restrained behind me. And before I really even had a chance to say BOO! he had half undressed me. He was pressing up against me, body tight up, and I had my hips against the counter top, and nowhere to go.

Yet somehow I was feeling excited, what game was he playing? I was also scared out of my wits at the same time. He reached around once more, and again he cupped my breasts, only this time he took both of my increasingly distended nipples between thumbs and forefingers. As I was looking down at them and his closing fingers, I could see them getting hard. And when my nipples get hard, they get more sensitive that is needed. He squeezed both, and then rolled both. Then the charge of static electricity that bolted through me froze me to the spot. It was almost unbearable, in the past I have been able to grab fingers that were tormenting me and stop them, not this time, this time the digits had their way.

My neck nearly broke such was the sudden snap backwards it made, I felt my body sag too, but Liam behind me prevented me collapsing. My body was screaming for release, for continuance. Then his fingers disappeared as suddenly as they had arrived on my nipples. I hazily felt a fumbling at the waist at my back, I didn’t know it, but he was unhooking my skirt, then I heard the definite zzzzz of the zip being drawn down.

Liam pulled me gently from the counter, waggled my skirt to just over my hips, and he said softly into my ear. “Come with me mom,” I followed like a lamb to the slaughter. He put his arm around my waist and we headed for the kitchen door, by the time I got near it my skirt had slid down and was now wrapped around my ankles. “Step out of it mom,” Liam said, I did what Liam said.

I was now naked apart from my panties, and I was walking in a stupor with Liam down the hall.

“Come on mom, let’s go,” he softly ordered.

I managed to find my voice then, “Liam,” I protested, not very loud though.

His response was to turn me to him, crush me in his arms, move a little and grip a nipple. My protests were no more, my voice dried up again. I seemed to be in a cloud, a fog, my mind was flitting about, but I couldn’t find any cohesion from my brain.

I knew where I was going, and I knew what was going to happen when we got there, but I wasn’t with me. I was off somewhere else, and another roll of the other nipple kept me in the limbo I was fully in. Liam stopped and turned me to him again, and I was staring into those eyes, those eyes I have always had trouble not looking into, they sort of hypnotise me.

And we had a kiss, it wasn’t a peck, and it wasn’t a full blown kiss, but it lasted long enough for me to get the message. My resistance was over, it had been stripped from the feeble grasp I had had on it. Then bright light filled my vision, and that happens every time I walk into my bedroom, the sunlight streams though in the afternoon and I love it.

Liam was behind me by this time, his arms around me were crossed, şirinevler escort and that was so his fingers and thumbs had total capacity to scramble my brain by rolling and squeezing my now super sensitive nipples. I heard me moan, it was a moan I know so well, it was me giving in!

I ended up sitting on the edge of the bed, everything that was happening seemed to be in slow motion, some frames were missing from the film, one minute I was here, the next minute I was there. I was standing up, now I was sitting down. Next I was leaning over and lying down, the next I was on my back looking at my son.

But the full film of him undressing in front of me was played out in full colour, in all its glorious splendour. He was gazing intently at me, I was compelled to gaze back the same way. His clothes disappeared one by one, the last item were his shorts. For this he turned his back on me. I realised it was so I could view the full spectacular in one scene.

He turned in such a purposeful manner I had to groan as he did, his strong, youthful manly body, was there for me to see for the first time in years. But at his core was the centre of his being, and what was going to become mine. His manhood was standing straight out, if slightly pointing up, and he looked as good as any naked man I had ever seen.

I had seen this day coming from a long way off, never really believing that it would arrive, but also knowing it would, or believing it would. Liam and I had been living together all these years, mother and son, brother and sister, best friends, hate to be apart from one another. To soon becoming erstwhile lovers, if not lovers of such intensity it would sweep us both up and deposit us in the land of love and paradise.

He slid to me, I opened my arms, he went into them, I went into his. The moment he had been intending, working for, patiently, even predicting was here. I fell into my own self, saying to me. ‘Here Georgi, this is where you are now, is it where you belong, and the answer came back, yes I do!’

There have been many times in all of our lives that we turn around and say things like. “Where did that come from, or where did that go, how has this happened, I never saw that coming, it came and went before I knew it. When you clearly knew all along, but just chose to ignore it. My hasn’t time flown, I hardly had time to notice, it went by so fast.”

Well this applied to my situation, I was in control, then I wasn’t, I was waiting for it to happen, I was prepared for it. Then it happened, and I wasn’t prepared for it at all, I wasn’t ready. My son Liam seemed to override everything, every scenario that I had run through my mind in preparation for the day when he made his move.

He had come in, said hello, handcuffed me, got me upstairs, put me on my bed, undressed, and now I was being advanced upon. And I was lying there with bated breath, enthralled anticipation. The film was playing out its scene, with the exception that it was all jerky, bits were missing, I was there, and then I was here, how? I was looking at my son, as I watched him put one knee on the bed. His cock bobbed and weaved, and I was hypnotised by it and him.

My hands almost under me but not quite, and I knew that even if I tried to roll away, I would roll back and give in to it, to him, I did. He took a gentle but firm hold of my thong like panties, and off they came. Now I was open to him, like an all night shop, my door was open.

He had the right of entry, and I welcomed him in, My eyes locked on to his as he loomed above me, he hadn’t said a word, I just knew where we were going. His body covered mine, the thrill was unbearable, the wonderful fear factor biting at my most inner secrets, knowing that soon my son would be excavating his home port.

As he lowered himself down, that unmistakable touch of cock on or near pussy made me shift to where he wanted me to be. I was now directly under and waiting for that first immeasurable, incalculable delight of cock pushing in. Liam wasn’t the biggest I had had, but I was soon to find out he was the best, I think I had already decided that nothing was going to compare to the takeover of me as this was, and did.

Our bodies closed, he was in me, I felt the heat, the hardness, and I screwed up into a ball internally. My knees appeared from below, I managed to lock my nails into his thighs the closer he got. His hands were under my shoulders, and the last 2 or 3 inches were in, my feet locked over his thighs. I sighed with utter pleasure, I had never felt like this.

“Mom,” he said.

“Oh Liam, Oh Liam,” was all I could say.

“Now you are mine mom, forever, don’t even think of ever trying to say no again,” he told me, there was love and delight in his voice.

“II won’t baby, never again, Oh Liam I need you darling. Do me baby, do me like you know you want to, like you know you can, Yes Liam, Yes!”

That seemed to put extra gas into his engines because he took off and flew me with him. I have only ever had sex with 6 men in my life, the first was Liam’s father, the rapist. The other 5 were on again, off again lovers of no real consequence to me. I had believed because of what had happened to me and then giving birth at such an early age. I was destined never to be able to form a lasting relationship, or fall in love proper, until now.

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My heart was pounding as fast as a cheetah on the African plains and as loud as one of those big drums that are played in the Symphony. For the first time in my entire life, I honestly didn’t know what to say or do. It was as if everything around me continued, but I was frozen like a statue. I could see that my Mom was getting pissed off about what was going on and I turned as red as a Jersey tomato, because I knew that I was pretty much screwed since my sister can’t keep a secret.

“Get over here, right this second, Mister,” demanded by mother in a loving, but stern manner.

I went over to the bed where my mother and sister had been sitting next to one another, but the ten foot walk seemingly took me forever, because I was so scared of what was going to happen next.

As I approached the bed, I nervously said, “Mom, I was only kidding with Sue and she knows that. I am sorry that I made the joke.”

I guess what intrigued me the most was that I was so afraid of the situation, although I am of legal age.

My mother said, “drop that towel, right this second and don’t ask any questions.”

I hesitated again, but with that, mother tugged off the towel that was covering my lower body and turned me around, so that my ass was in her and my sister’s face.

“Bend over that bed that you were suppose to sleep in last night, ALONE, now.”

I obliged, because I didn’t want to get into any more trouble than I already had found myself to be in.

The girls started to giggle, so I was able to relax a little bit. The next thing that I know, I feel a stinging pain on my ass cheek and I turn around to see my mother smacking my bare ass with her high-heeled shoe that she had been wearing only moments before.

My mother is a strong woman and it was quite evident with the cracks that she was giving me with the shoe. I think she gave me around a half dozen of hard smacks before giving the shoe to my sister. My mother demanded that Sue would do the same to me for disrespecting her. Sue was a lot easier on me, but mother would have none of that, as she commanded that Sue smack my ass harder or it would be her turn to get discipline at the bottom of a high-heeled shoe. Sue smacked my ass harder and I damn near stood up. After my ass was stinging, burning, and whatever other adjective that you would like to add, they finally stopped. My mother told me to stand up and to face them.

I stood up with my hands behind my back, as I rubbed my sore ass cheeks. My cock was hanging inches from their faces, but it was flaccid at this point, because of all of the fucking that Sue and I did last night, and frankly, I am not into that whole pain is pleasurable bit. I have to admit that my cock looks great when it is flaccid or hard and I could tell that the girls agreed, as seen in the gleam in their eye as they couldn’t take their eyes from the beast.

“Sue, told me what the two of you did last night. I have to admit that while I am not happy about what happened, I am glad to see that she is happy again.”

I let a small grin slip out at the thoughts of the marathon fuck session that I had with Sue last night and how good it made me feel, so I could only imagine how good it must have made her feel.

In all honesty, a couple of months ago, my mother and I took a trip to Canada and we fooled around with one another, but she had to play this thing like she was really pissed off and all. And the worse part is that I started to get nervous, because I figured that my mother wasn’t going to provide me with the fringe benefits of fucking her any longer and my sister wasn’t going to give me any play, because she doesn’t want to get into any trouble. In either case, I wasn’t going to get sex any longer from these two beauties, and I was starting to kick myself for allowing my cock to control me.

As I am continuing to stand there, my mother takes off her other shoe and stands up and is only inches away from me. I am getting nervous, because I figure that she is going to crack me in the face for the way that I had behaved. She took the clip from her hair that had been holding her hair into a nice pulled-back look and threw it onto the bed. She starts to unbutton her white blouse, one button at a time, and takes her shirt off to reveal a sexy white lace bra that had been holding her perfect 36Ds in a beautiful bakırköy escort offering. If my cock wasn’t hard before, it was now, and there was no way in hell that I would be able to control it now. She took her right hand and unbutton the back of her skirt before shimming out of it to reveal white crotch less panties. I took a deep breath, as I could smell the sweet aroma from her pussy lips that started to fill my nostrils.

Sue is staring at my mother in disbelief, as was I. I didn’t know what the hell was going on and I would be crazy as all hell to question it. She walked over to the bar and poured herself a stiff drink. She took the drink and walked over to a chair next to the bed before slipping into the chair.

She said, “Sue, stand up, and allow your brother to undress you.”

Sue had only been wearing the sheer nightgown that she was wearing for only a couple of moments the night before. I am shaking and shivering like crazy because the air conditioner was still on full blast and I was as nervous as anything. Sue raised her arms in the air and I took the cloth in my hands and pulled it up over her head and gently placed it on the floor.

I knew that we were both cold and a little scared, so I took Sue’s hand in mine and pulled her close to me. My cock was rubbing against her pubic hair, which didn’t do anything to fight the erection that I had. My sister told me to gently lay my sister on the edge of the bed, so that her legs were dangling off. With effort and precision, I followed my mother’s directions to a “t”. As if she was the director of a porn movie or something, my mother started to call out actions that she wanted her son to perform to her daughter.

“Spread Sue’s legs apart from one another in a gentle, but forceful motion, using both of your hands.”

“Use your hands to massage her thighs.”

“Put your nose at her cunt hole and take a strong whiff.”

As I followed all of these directions, my mother’s hand had found her own cunt, which was soon being intruded my her fingers. I was amazed as I watched her polished nails rub lightly outside of her pussy lips before going inside. She started with only one finger, in and out, before dipping in a second finger followed by her whole fist after a while and her other hand was pitching hard as hell on her brown eraser nipples. I couldn’t believe what I was watching.

I started to feel bad for my sister, because she was laying down and I could tell that watching mom was stirring something inside of her. Before long, I started to eat her pussy again, so that her pussy was being kept as busy as my mother’s. Every so often, I would allow my tongue to slip down the crack of Sue’s ass, which would make her go hog wild as she thrashed all about the bed.

I really started to get into this and forgot that my mother had been sitting only a few feet away in the same room. I continued giving Sue’s snatch a tongue bath like it has never been given before and I felt something wet on my cock. It was my mother, who while I wasn’t paying her any attention came behind me and laid underneath of my ball sack and started to suck on my balls to get my attention. All of this motivated me to eat my sister’s pussy faster, because I needed to get it on with my mom. A couple of minutes passed by with mom still rubbing my balls with her succulent mouth and hands and Sue was shaking like she was having a seizure. Sue grabbed the back of my head and kept my head planted on her pussy lips-she held me there so tight that I almost suffocated. I could taste her pussy juices filling up my mouth and I drank every last drip of it, because she tasted so good.

My sister had the biggest smile on her face, as I worked my way up her body giving little pecks all over. I reached her tits and I spent a moment or so sucking on them before giving her a long passionate kiss. My mom got up off of the floor and said,

“Son, I loved watching what you have done to your sister and now, I want you to do the same to me.”

I sat on the bed, as she walked over towards me and planted her pussy inches from my face. I moved my head towards the Promise Land and dove right inside of her pussy, as I kept my hands planted firmly on her ass cheeks, so that she couldn’t escape the wrath of my tongue. I know that Mom was beşiktaş escort loving every second of what I was doing, because she had her hands on the back of my head keeping my head on her pussy. Her pussy lips were as hairy, if not more than my sisters, which was good. I liked the way that the pussy hair would tickle my tongue. One of the things that I did different with my mother while I ate her pussy out was I alternated between humming as I ate her, as well as played with her pussy with my finger and tongue. It took her a little bit longer to cum than my sister, but she is a lot older. She was letting out all kinds of moans and groans the whole time, which kept me racing towards the finish line.

When we got there, she let out the loudest, “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” that I have ever heard in my life.

My mom collapsed on the bed next to my sister after she had been spent.

I was kind of pissed off, because I pleasured the both of them, and I am standing there with a rock hard cock. My mother told Sue that they would have to repay me for what I had done, because they didn’t want to give me blue balls. The two girls started to laugh with one another, as my mother whispered something in Sue’s ear.

My mother had found my belt on the floor, as well as some other things that she could use to secure me to the bed. Sue tied my hands to the bedposts, as my mother expertly tied my feet to the bottom of the bed. As I have mentioned, I am not totally into this pain is pleasure thing, but it would be worth it, if these two were going to make me experience it. The two of them again looked at one another and broke out into a giggle before grabbing one another’s hand and taking off into the bathroom where the door shut. I hear the water streaming down, but I don’t know what is happening between those closed doors-all I could do was use my imagination about how two of the sexiest women that I know are in the shower together soaping one another up, as they caress one another. My imagination made sure that my cock stayed at attention until they came back out from the shower soaking wet.

The two of them went to the foot of the bed and I was able to prop my head up just a little bit. The first thing that they do is dry one another off with soft, terry cloth towels. I loved watching as they paid ever so delicate attention to one another, as they made sure that no bead of water remained. Sue spent a lot of time drying mother’s breasts and the area around it off, because they were so huge and she admired their massive size. Finally, they finish with the drying off and they start to embrace one another with a loving kiss that had a lot of tongue. As I am watching all of this, I can’t stop myself from thinking about what really went on during the shower that they had taken.

The embrace breaks and they walk to opposite sides of the bed and to me. The two of them started to give me the best massage that I have ever had in my life. My mom was at my head and started to give me a sensuous scalp massage and worked out all of the tension that was on the upper part of my body, as my sister expertly massaged my feet, legs, and lower half of my body. They used all kinds of techniques while they were rubbing me down, which included using their whole hand, just their fingertips, deep strokes, light strokes, as well as kisses and licks all over my body. There was not an inch on the front part of my body that wasn’t touched.

All of a sudden, they stopped with this relaxing massage that they had tenderly given to me and worked their way down the bed until they were next to my cock. My mother started my kissing the head and running her tongue all of the way down to my sack and Sue followed with the same, but went ever further and down into my ass crack-it was almost like they were trying outdo one another. There was no way that I would argue wit this, because I was getting some of the most pleasure that I have ever experienced in my life. The two beauties kept going back and forth with different techniques and I was getting ready to blast a rocket full of cum high in the air, but I wasn’t just ready, so I thought about all kinds of weird shit so that I could make myself last a lot longer.

My mother kept licking up and down my shaft while Sue remained totally focused on my sack and ass crack. beylikdüzü escort Mom would take my whole cock in her wet mouth between her painted red lips and use a little teeth as she came back up to the tip before going right back down. Sue was quite content giving my sack a tongue bath and sucked each nut ever so gently. She had me thrashing all over my bed when she would lick underneath of my balls and towards my crack. They finally switched places with one another-mom is really big on ass play, so she spread my ass cheeks apart and lick my asshole with a frantic speed, as she took her free hand and rubbed my balls. Sue kept bobbing up and down on my cock like she was bobbing for apples or something.

I couldn’t take it any longer and screamed, “I am going to bust a fucking nut in your faces, mouths, and whatever else.”

The two of them stopped all of the sucking that they were doing and took my cock in their hands. They stroke my cock in slow, deliberate movements, so that they could prolong my eruption for as long as they could. I begged and pleaded with them to pump faster, because I would pass out if they kept this up. Mom looked at Sue and obliged to my request, so that started to pump my cock faster and faster until I was bucking all over the bed. The two women opened their mouths wide, as Mom pointed my pisshole towards their mouths getting ready for an explosion. Within moments, my cum was spraying out of my cock and landing on their wagging tongues, faces, and tits. I give them a lot of credit, because they swallowed all of the cum that had went onto their tongues and they rubbed the cum on their tits into their skin.

The two of them got up off of the bed and faced one another. My mom took Sue’s cantaloupe sized breasts in her hands, as if she was a fruit inspector or something and proclaimed that they were beautiful and appeared to be juicy. They proceeded to the other bed and laid down into a 69 position, as they explored one another’s body. Sue who is a lot bigger than Mom was on the bottom, so that she wouldn’t crush Mom. I couldn’t believe how gentle they were with one another, as they ate each other’s pussy out. In almost no time, they were both orgasming like crazy women. Mom turned around and gave Sue a long, deep kiss, so that they could taste one another’s juices. Mom and Sue walked over to my bed and took me out from my bindings that they must have forgot that I was still in. Sue laid on one side of me and Mom laid on the other side, as we proceeded to take a nap.

During our slumber, I started to have some of the most erotic dreams that I have had in a number of years. You know the kind of dream that if you were to turn over that you would probably break your cock and would wake up out of a sound sleep. I finally couldn’t take it any longer and woke up and did the same to them. I told them about my desire to have a threesome with them, because it was pretty much the only thing that we hadn’t done.

I positioned my body over Sue, who spread her legs apart for me, as I started to pump my semi-erect cock in and out of her. Mom was next to me and I was pumping her pussy with my expert hand, so that she wasn’t left out. Sue lifted her legs up, so I lifted them up even higher into the air and placed them around my shoulders, as I thrusted my cock even deeper into her pussy. I pumped with all that I could to the point that I thought Sue was going to cry from all of the pumping that I was doing until I busted hot spews of cum inside of her and almost through instinct, Mom went down and licked the cum out of my sister’s cunt.

I really had wanted to feel what my mother’s pussy was feeling like, because it has been awhile since I tapped that. I demanded that my mother get onto all fours, so that I could fuck her in the ass and cunt. I placed both of my hands on Mom’s skinny waist and started to pump my cock into my Mom’s pussy, so that I could get it all lubed up. She was soaking wet and I could hear all of the squishing sounds that her lovebox had been making. My sister was laying down and my mom was sucking on her tits, as I gave her the pounding of her life. As I am pumping her cunt, I took my thumb and rubbed her asshole, which made her squirm even more. I pulled out and gently shoved my cock in my mom’s asshole. It slid right in without any effort. As I was getting ready to cum, I pulled out and sprayed my gunk all over Mom’s back.

The three of us collapsed back onto the bed and we gave one another a loving embrace that only a family of lovers could. For the next couple of days, the Do Not Disturb sign stayed on the door and none of us left the room. It was the most pleasure that I have ever experienced.

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(This story is a sequel to “A New Life.” You may wish to read that story first to gain some background for this one.)

Riiiinng! Riinnnnng!

Mary Bursman paused on her son’s lap, his hard cock buried deep within her wet pussy, as he reached for the portable phone.

“Hello, Bursman’s residence. Tim speaking.”

Since Tim’s father, Paul Bursman, was pastor of Thomasville Community Church, the family never knew what a phone call might bring. So no matter what they were doing they stopped to answer.

“Oh, hi grandma.” Tim said. “What’s up?”

Mary smiled and began to move on Tim’s cock again as she realized it was Paul’s mother on the other end of the phone. Tim ought to really enjoy fucking his mother while talking to his super religious, ultra conservative grandmother, she thought.

Tim almost groaned out loud as he felt his mother’s hot, tight pussy slide up and down his sensitive cock. No matter how often he had sex with his mother (and that was almost daily these past few months) he still marveled at how wonderful it felt to be buried inside her welcoming body. He looked up at her with lust filled eyes. He knew what she was thinking and she was right. Committing incest with her while talking to his uptight grandmother was a real turn on.

“Sorry, grandma. What was that?” He had been so distracted by what his mother was doing he forgot to listen to what his grandmother was saying. “No, dad’s not home right now. He has a church meeting tonight. … What? … Yea, mom’s home. But she’s kind of busy right now.” He smiled at his mom and began to thrust with his hips, driving his boy-cock hard up into her steaming cunt, causing her to gasp in pleasure.

After listening for a minute, Tim said, “Oh, OK. Just a minute,” and held the phone out to his mother. “Grandma says it’s important and she needs to talk to you..”

Mary sighed and took the phone from her son. “Hi, Hannah. What do you need?”

As she listened to her mother-in-law talk, she continued to move on her son’s hard cock. Tim reached up and began to squeeze and caress her heaving breasts. Mary had to bite her lip to keep from moaning out loud as the sexual pleasure coursed through her body. Oh, how she loved fucking her son!

“I’m sure Paul will be able to see you tomorrow,” She managed to sound half way normal considering the circumstances. “What time do you think you will get here? … About 11 o’clock in the morning. … OK. I’ll tell Paul. … We will see you then. … OK. Bye.”

Mary tossed the phone onto the table, grabbed her son’s shoulders, bent forward to push one of her erect nipples into his mouth, and began to drive her cunt down hard on his thick cock.

“Oh, fuck, Tim! Suck mommy’s tit. Fuck my hot, incestuous pussy. That was so wild. Talking to your grandmother while you fucked me and played with my tits was driving me mad. I wanted to groan out loud and let her know I was getting fucked so good by my wonderful son. It would have really blown her mind. I’m so hot, honey. Fuck me. Fuck your mommy-slut real good, you motherfucker, you.”

As his mother increased the speed of her thrusts, Tim sucked on her soft breast for all he was worth, lashing her hard nipple with his tongue. He could feel the scalding heat of her wet pussy and knew she was really turned on. Again he began driving up into her open hole as hard as he could. Their frenzied fucking quickly brought them both to the point of climax.

“Fuck me, mom,” Tim cried out. “I’m almost there. I’m going to cum so hard in your hot, tight pussy. Take it, mom! Take my thick incestuous sperm deep in your incestuous womb. Oooohhhh, ffffuuuuccckkkk!”

Mary felt her son’s cock jerk inside her overheated pussy as he sent jet after jet of hot, sticky cum shooting into her hole. The heat of it triggered her own orgasm.

“Yyyyeeeesssss, Tim! I’mmmm cccuuuummmmmiiinngg! Fill mommy’s cunt with your hot seed. I want all of it. … Oh, shit! I’m cumming soooo gooooood!”

Tim and Mary clung to each other as their orgasms washed over them. Mary hugged her son tight, feeling his hot breath on her sensitive breasts, as her pussy squeezed and sucked on his throbbing shaft. Tim could feel his mother’s body milk him of every last drop of sperm he could produce. He shuttered as he sent one last shot into her receptive depths.

As they sat there basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking, the door opened and Lydia walked into the room.

“Hi, mom. Hi, Tim. I’m home. … Wow! It looks like I just missed out on a wonderful time.”

Mary looked over her shoulder at her daughter. “Mmmmmm,” she purred. “That’s what you get for studying at the library so late.” Then she slowly slid off of her son’s lap and stretched out on the floor with her legs spread wide.

Lydia watched as her brother’s thick sperm began to leak from her mother’s puffy, red, obviously well-fucked pussy.

“Well, at least I get to taste the results,” she said, as she knelt down between her mother’s legs.

Taking bakırköy escort a deep whiff of the musky scent of Mary’s cum-filled hole, she lower her face and licked up the entire length of her twat, drinking in the combined flow of her mother and brother’s fluids, before sending her tongue deep into her mother’s cunt for more.

Mary raised her knees, spreading her legs wide, as she opened her bald vagina to her daughter’s hot tongue. “Oh, yyyeeesss!” she moaned. “That feels sooo goooood. Suck mommy’s pussy. Lick all of your brother’s sticky, hot seed from my incestuous twat.”

Inflamed by her mother’s words, Lydia pressed her face hard into the wet pussy as she sucked and licked the sensitive flesh. Tim watched as his sister ate out their mother. Reaching down, he began to stroke his semi-hard shaft. “Yeah! Lydia. Do it. Suck mom’s pussy. I sure pumped a load of cum into her. Suck all of my seed out of her fuck-loving hole.”

That’s how Paul found his family when he returned from his meeting at the church: his wife, Mary, laying naked on the floor, her knees up, her legs spread wide, moaning as their daughter sucked her cunt; his daughter, Lydia, fully dressed, on all fours, her face buried in her mother’s twat, her ass lifted and inviting; and his son, Tim, also naked, sitting nearby watching the action as he stroked his hard, thick cock. The sight was enough to get him hard and turned on in an instant.

“Now, this is the way a man should come home and find his family,” he said, as he quickly undressed. “All together, loving each other; not off in their own little worlds, in separate rooms someplace.”

Naked, he walked up behind his daughter, lifted up her skirt exposing her naked butt (he knew she never wore underwear anymore), and slid his hand between her legs to feel the slick wetness that leaked from her excited pussy. Pushing her legs apart, he knelt down and guided the head of his engorged cock to her pink opening.

Lydia moaned into her mother’s twat as she felt her father’s big cock fill her hot pussy. Raising her head for a moment, she said, “Oh, yes, daddy. Fuck me. Fuck your daughter-slut with your big, hard daddy-cock. I love you so much. I need you to pump your hot incestuous seed into my hungry womb. Fuck me, daddy, and make me cum.” Then she dropped her face back into her mother’s wet pussy and attacked her clit with renewed vigor.

“Ooooooo, yyyeeeesssss!” Mary cried out as her leaking cunt quivered under her daughter’s attack. “Lick me good, honey! Drink all of mommy’s hot juices. … Fuck her, Paul. Fuck your incest-loving daughter and make her cum. Show her how much you love her. Drive that big cock of yours into her hot, little twat and fill her with your love seed.”

Tim couldn’t sit on the sidelines any longer. He moved over and pushed his hard cock into his mother’s mouth. “Suck me, mom. Let’s make this a whole family incestuous fuck fest. Suck my cock and make me cum in your hot mouth.”

Soon the only sounds in the room were moans, groans, and excited little cries as the four Bursmans fucked and sucked their way to a family orgasm.

Paul came first, triggering a chain reaction. “Oh, fuck! Your pussy is so hot and tight. You feel so good on daddy’s cock. I’m going to cum, honey. I’m going to fill your cock-loving twat with daddy-cum. Here it cccuuummmss.”

Lydia could feel the force of her father’s ejaculation as he sprayed his thick cream into her willing fuck hole. The taboo of it sent her over the edge. She moaned and pushed her tongue hard against her mother’s extended clit as her vaginal muscles milked the hot seed from her father’s pulsing cock into her young womb.

The extra pressure against her sensitive clit sent Mary orbiting into orgasm. A flood of cum juice poured from her mature pussy to bathe her daughter’s face. At the same time she sucked hard on her son’s pulsating cock, wanting to taste his creamy sperm as it poured into her mouth.

Tim grabbed his mother’s head and held her tight as his cock bucked in her mouth, sending his thick, white cum shooting to the back of her throat and down into her belly. “Swallow it, mom. Suck my fucking cock and drink all of my hot seed. Oh, ssshhhiiittt!”

The Bursmans collapsed into a heap as their orgasms faded. “Wow!” said Lydia. “That was great. I just love spontaneous family fun.” Paul smiled. He knew his daughter just loved to fuck, anytime, anywhere, as long as it was with her family. But he couldn’t fault her for that. He loved it too.

“Speaking of family,” Mary said. “Your mother called a little while ago. She sounded pretty upset about something, but wouldn’t say what. She is driving up here tomorrow to talk to you about it, Paul. Says she will be here around 11 o’clock in the morning. I hope that is OK with you.”

“Sure. I wonder what would bring her this far.” Paul said, knowing that his mother would never make the trip unless something was really important.

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

Paul beşiktaş escort ushered his mother into his office. He could tell she was agitated and knew instinctively that something was really bothering her. He also noted that she was carrying a small plastic bag with her.

“Here, mom. Have a seat.” He said, indicating one of the chairs he used for counseling. “What’s wrong? You seem upset about something.”

“Oh, Paul,” Hannah sighed, on the verge of tears, her voice trembling. “I don’t know what to do. I’m in shock.”

“What’s happened?” Paul asked, taking her hand, trying to comfort her.

“It’s your father,” she replied, pulling her hand away. “I was doing some cleaning in his bedroom yesterday. (Paul knew his parents had slept in separate bedrooms for as long as he could remember. It was part of the sexual training his mother insisted on when he was growing up.) While working in the closet I knocked a box off of the shelf. When it fell, it opened and these fell out.” She handed him the plastic bag.

When Paul opened the bag he was stunned to find three sex magazines inside. One was a voyeur magazine with pictures of shots up women’s skirts, or down their blouses, or beach shots where the women were topless or even nude. The second one showed hardcore fucking in all kinds of different positions. And the third magazine was full of sex stories, everything from swingers to homosexual and lesbian action, to bondage and even incest.

“These are dad’s?” Paul asked, incredulously.

“Yes,” his mom replied. “I thought I knew him. Now I find these. And there are more just like them. Paul, your dad is some kind of sex pervert. What am I going to do?” She broke down and began to cry.

Paul took a deep breath. His head was swimming. His father bought and read sex magazines. Unbelievable! Then slowly he began to understand. There had been no sexual activity in their marriage for years. If his dad was a normal healthy male he needed some outlet for his desires. Since his wife would not fulfill them, he had turned to another source. If Paul could get his mother to understand his dad’s needs and see her place in helping him satisfy those needs, maybe he could help his parents find the joys of sex that he and Mary had discovered.

“Mom, when was the last time you and dad had intercourse?” he asked.

Hannah gasped at her son’s question. “Paul, how dare you ask such a question. You know sex is not a topic of discussion in our family.”

“Well, maybe it had better be now.” Paul responded, pointing to the magazines that lay on his desk.

Hannah looked at the magazines and shuttered. “You know your father and I don’t have to do that anymore. We’re done having children so there’s no need. It’s wrong, a sin.”

“No, it’s not, mom.” Paul replied. “I know that is what you taught me growing up. But it is just not true. I have had a lot of reason to study the Word on it lately. And I have discovered that it is not a sin. God made us sexual beings and encourages us to fulfill each other’s needs. It is a beautiful thing. That’s one of the reasons he established marriage.”

Hannah stared open-mouthed at her son. First her husband, and now her son. Was her whole world falling apart around her? “How can you say that? Of course it’s a sin. It’s what we believe.”

“No, mother. It may be what you believe. But that is not what God says in the Word. Here, let me show you.” And with that Paul showed his mother several passages that clearly showed sex in a positive way, even requiring husbands and wives to satisfy each other on a regular basis, even if having children was not the issue.

“All of these years, mom,” he said, “you have been refusing dad sex, and in so doing you have been sinning against the Word. Dad is a normal man, evidently with a normal man’s desires. Since you would not satisfy them, he had to find another outlet. You are partly to blame for these (he indicated the magazines).”

Hannah broke under Paul’s evidence. “Oh, Paul,” she sobbed. “What am I going to do? I am such a horrible wife and mother. I’ve ruined everything.” She buried her head in her hands and cried.

Paul felt sorry for his mother. He knelt at her chair and took her crying form into his arms. After a few minutes she began to calm down. Suddenly she pulled away from her son and sat stiff in her chair, her eyes questioning. Paul had never held her like that before.

Paul returned to his chair a little confused. One minute his mother was letting him comfort her, the next she was like a block of ice. What was going on? His pastoral instincts told him there was more to this than he knew.

“Does dad know you were coming to see me today?” he asked.

“No. He doesn’t know I found his magazines. I waited until he left for work this morning and then put a note on the table for him. He’ll find it when he comes home from work.”

“Mom, do you love dad?”

“Of course I love him. What kind beylikdüzü escort of a question is that?”

“If you love him then you need to start satisfying his sexual needs. Maybe if you do he won’t need the magazines anymore.”

Hannah shuttered. “I … I can’t do that. I just can’t do it.” she cried, almost in panic.

“Mom, what’s wrong? I know there is more to it than this. What are you not telling me?”

“If your father loved me, he wouldn’t look at those magazines. It’s his fault.” she replied, almost in anger.

“Mom, quit it.” Paul said sternly. “You can’t pawn your problems off on dad. He must love you. Otherwise he wouldn’t just look at magazines. He’d be off having sex with some other woman. Something else is going on here. What is it? What are you afraid of?”

Again Hannah broke out in tears. Why was her son doing this to her. The memories came flooding back. She had tried to forget them, bury them deep in the past. But they kept coming back. And with them came the pain. Suddenly she had to tell someone or burst. She trusted her son. Surely Paul would not think her horrible.

Paul sensed her surrender. He watched as she slumped in her chair. She looked almost like a little child. He wanted to place his hand on her shoulder, comfort her. But somehow he knew she was not ready for that. He waited.

“I was raped.” She could barely get the words out.

“What? When? Where?” This was the last thing Paul expected to hear.

“When I was in high school, on my first date, actually. I thought he was such a nice guy. It was going so well. And then he started putting his hands on my … where he shouldn’t be touching. I got scared and told him to stop. Only he didn’t. He went further and further. He was too strong for me. I couldn’t stop him. When he … did it, it hurt, really bad. I cried and cried. Afterward he never spoke to me again.”

“Mom, that’s horrible. I never knew. … Does dad know?”

“No, goodness, no! What would he think of me?” Hannah sounded almost scared of the thought of her husband finding out.

“He loves you, mom. He’d probably begin to understand your fears and work with you to overcome them.” Paul tried to reassure her. After a short silence, he asked, “Why did you marry dad?”

“I love him,” was her simple reply. “I thought it would be different if we were married. But it wasn’t. The first time he tried to make love to me it hurt. All of the memories of that other time came back. I fought him. It was just horrible. … Later I read of a way to help with the hurt by using lubrication. We were able to have you. But I was always so scared. As soon as I could I insisted we stop. And now I’ve ruined our marriage!” She began to cry again.

Paul felt an overwhelming love for his mother. She had carried this burden for so many years. Now it was out in the open. Maybe he could help her; help her learn to love, help her learn to enjoy sex. He had to try.

“Mom, do you want to save your marriage?” he asked.

“Oh, yes, Paul,” she said through her tears. “But isn’t it too late?”

“No, I don’t think so. Like I said, dad must still love you. Otherwise he would have left you long ago. Are you willing to do whatever it takes to save your marriage?”

“Yes, … At least, I think so.” she answered hesitantly.

“Do you trust me?”

“Paul, I trust you more that anyone. I could never have gone to anyone else with this.”

“Good. I have an idea of how to get you over this, but you have to trust me completely and do what I say. I think I will need Mary’s help in this, maybe even Tim and Lydia.”

“Mary? Tim and Lydia? How can they help? You are not going to tell them are you?” Hannah sounded almost in a panic again.

“Mom, trust me. It’s OK. They will understand. And I think you will feel safer with them there.” Paul urgently tried to persuade his mother.

Hannah looked deep into her son’s eyes. She could trust him. She had to. If she was ever to get past this, to save her marriage, she had to trust him. She sighed. “OK, Paul. I’ll do whatever you say. Please help me.”

Paul and Hannah returned to the Bursman home. Paul took her into their bedroom. He found one of his wife’s new silk dressing gowns and told her to change into it and wait. He also suggested she remove her bra so the back strap did not get in the way of what he wanted to do. She was a little hesitant about going braless, but when he reminded her that she had agreed to do whatever he said, she finally agreed. Then he went out into the living room and brought his family up to date on what had happened and what he wanted to do.

Mary and the kids were shocked at what they heard.

“Raped! How horrible,” Mary remarked. “No wonder her ideas on sex were so strict. Do you think we can really help? Will she accept what you plan to do?”

“I don’t know,” Paul answered. “She has promised to do whatever I say. We will have to go slow. I’m hoping the experience of loving sex will change her mind and open her up sexually. We’ll just have to try and see.”

“Wow!” Tim exclaimed. “Seducing grandma. This is wild. Count me in.”

“I’m willing to help,” Lydia added. “I think it would be great if we could get grandma and grandpa to see how wonderful sex really is. Count me in, too.”

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My apologies for the delay publishing this chapter. I have been under the weather for several weeks.

This story involves incestuous relationships.

All characters are eighteen years of age or older.

This is a continuing story, you may want to read the earlier chapters for background.

*****

A brief recap

In 1949, before birth control pills were developed, the overriding concern of women regarding sex was the fear of becoming pregnant.

Rick was a short, skinny boy who had turned eighteen without a girlfriend and still a virgin. His mother worried about his lack of popularity with girls. She taught him how to eat pussy. She had him practice on her until he became proficient. (Many men wouldn’t eat a woman in those days.) She thought women would be more interested if they could have oral sex, with no threat of pregnancy.

His mother led her friend Carol to him. Carol was thrilled to have her cunt licked and sucked. She wanted more, but she had agreed to tell at least one other woman about him. Carol passed his name on to Mrs. Gaffney (Cynthia). She owned a local grocery where Rick worked part time. Mrs. Gaffney became the third woman in his life.

Carol and her daughter Lucy became incestuous lovers. Carol suggested Lucy get to know Rick. She had a date with him that ended up with a memorable session of mutually enjoyable oral sex. Licking and sucking if you prefer.

While Rick was away at college. Carol and Lucy became lovers with Edna. Edna also began a love affair with Cynthia. All four women got together for a four way, all woman orgy.

Rick is home for Thanksgiving holiday. He had spent the previous night with his mother and hinted to her that he would like to try a threesome. The ladies all wanted the same thing, but Edna was coy in her responses to Rick. After he went to sleep she called the other women and told them he was ready. They put their plan in motion.

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

Rick slept late the next morning. He woke totally relaxed. He came downstairs, in his bathrobe, for his morning coffee. Lucy was seated at the table with his mother. She stood and ran to Rick to give him a hug and welcoming kiss. The kiss got a little hot before they broke apart. His mother stood too and came close. She waited until the kiss was complete before she pressed her body against his. He stood with a woman on either arm, both indicating horniness.

Edna was wrapped in a robe, but Lucy was dressed in a very nice dress with nylons and heels. Her makeup was carefully done. The dress, and heels made her legs and butt look lovely.

“What a nice surprise,” he said with a broad smile; thrills ran up his spine.

It was a surprise. Since waking the main thing on his mind was whether he could convince his mother to try a threesome. Despite her stern tone the night before he had detected a hint of interest.

The women were relaxed, happy that he had accepted their offering.

“Do you have a plan?” He asked with a smile.

“Only to make love,” his mother said saucily. Both women were pressing their bodies against him.

To Rick it was his fantasies come true.

“We want it all,” Lucy added.

The women led him to the table, served him coffee and, after he had finished a cup, breakfast. They fussed over him and tried to take care of his every need. He finished breakfast and they gave him another cup of coffee. His mother let her robe slide off her shoulders to display her body clad in panties, garter belt and nylons. Her nipples were firm and erect. Moderate heels on her feet emphasized her shapely legs and butt.

Lucy turned to let Edna to slide the zipper down on the back of her dress. She let it fall to the floor leaving her with a very sheer slip. It was obvious she wore no bra or panties under it. The shadow of her bush showed through the sheer fabric. The dark circles of her areolas were emphasized by her firm nipples poking through the fabric to make little tents. With her nylons and heels she was an attractive sight.

He finished his coffee, somewhat hurriedly. He stood and held out his arms to both women. They all hugged. He kissed them both.

They separated enough to all go upstairs. In the bedroom Lucy pushed the robe off his shoulders and he let it fall. His cock was throbbing standing straight in front of him.

The two women pushed him onto the bed and turned to each other. He watched with a sense of pleased wonderment as they exchanged a hot kiss. Lucy pushed Edna’s panties down her legs and Edna kicked them off her feet. This was the stuff of fantasies. The dreams of teenaged boys.

They separated, both with wet pussies. Edna straddled his face. Her nylon sheathed legs against his cheeks. Her open negligee framed her body as he gazed up at her. He raised himself to her pussy; his eager tongue licked at her dew flecked labia. His tongue slid into his mother’s hot cunt and he heard her gasp of pleasure. He licked at her clit, he sucked her juices. He felt sarıyer escort the shudders in her body as she came on his face.

Lucy was kneeling beside them. Even as he ate his mother’s pussy she and Lucy were exchanging kisses and fondling each other’s tits. Lucy waited until Edna had an orgasm before she broke the kiss and leaned down to let her lips slide over Rick’s pulsating cock.

She knew he wouldn’t last long. That is why she had waited. She held him in her mouth, motionless for a few moments. She wanted to feel him, to feel the blood throbbing into his hard shaft.

She felt Edna cum again and began to slide her lips along his rigid length. Her tongue caressed his glans and he exploded into her mouth. She felt her mouth fill with his hot thick cum as he thrust his cock into her. She savored the taste. His flavor was strong, manly.

With her mouth full of the creamy cum she rose up on her knees and embraced Edna for a deep kiss. Rick continued to eat his mother’s cunt, but he was aware of the women kissing and letting his cum flow between them. Tasting, sharing; a sense of love between the women expanding to include Rick. Turning in on itself the emotion became a love for Rick that included both of them.

Rick patted Edna’s hip. She lifted herself from his face. He pulled Lucy down to himself for a kiss. Hot, wet, to share the cum still in her mouth. Edna followed with her own kiss; Open mouthed, sloppy.

He pulled Lucy close. “You need to cum,” he told her. “I need you to cum.”

Edna was on his other side. Snuggled close.

“Would you like to watch us, Rick? Would you like to see how we make love together?”

“We can show you, Sweetheart,” Lucy spoke softly on his other side. “Your mother can make me cum for you. We can do it for you. You can get nice and hard again for us while you watch.”

The women meant exactly what they said. They wanted to make love together so he could watch. Yes, they would enjoy it. Yes, they wanted to for themselves. But, for him was the overriding reason.

Rick was excited by their words. “Yes,” he told them. “Do it for me, Show me.”

Lucy climbed over Rick into Edna’s open arms. Their lips met in a fervent kiss. Their hands fondled each other’s tits. Rick heard gasps of lust as the women’s bodies twisted together in their passion. Lucy still wore her slip. She pulled the bodice down and freed her tits for Edna’s eager mouth. They still wore their nylons and heels.

Edna kissed Lucy’s breasts, she pushed the hem of the slip up and tongued her navel. She lingered at the young woman’s mons rubbing her face against the soft bulge. Lucy’s legs opened for her. Her hands on Edna’s head urged her toward her wet pussy. Edna pushed a pillow under Lucy’s hips to raise her pussy. Her tongue licked the lovely labia of the girl and slid between the lips to find the succulent inner flesh of her cunt. Lucy gasped with delight and pressed Edna’s head more firmly against her wet pussy. Her legs were over Edna’s shoulders and her heels resting on her back.

Rick was entranced. He had only seen women making love in his fantasies, and a few pictures bootlegged among high school boys. His cock started to harden as an orgasm tore through Lucy’s body.

As her orgasm subsided he wanted to kiss her and suck her tits while his mother ate her, but before he could move Edna turned and straddled Lucy to present her pussy for a sixty-nine. Lucy threw her arms over Edna’s hips and lifted her face to Edna’s pussy.

The room was soon redolent with the fragrance of hot sex. Rick’s cum, pussy juices, lady cum. They combined into an intoxicating bouquet. The women broke apart. They kissed each other. Both kissed Rick.

“That was beautiful,” he told them. “Wonderful to watch.”

He pulled Lucy to him for a hot wet kiss. “I want to eat you,” he murmured in her ear.

She smiled and turned to kiss Edna again. She gave all her attention to Rick after that. They kissed with wet, open mouths. He could taste the traces of his cum, and his mother’s, on her lips and tongue.

Edna slid down to fondle his cock as he and Lucy kissed. He put his hands on Lucy’s hips and guided her to straddle his chest. She lifted her slip to expose her pussy for him. Offering her lush bush and wet pussy lips to him. He pulled her over his face and raised his lips to her hot cunt. Lucy let the hem of her slip fall so that it draped over his face. For some reason he seemed to enjoy the sensation. With a muffled moan he sucked at her clit even harder.

As Lucy had done with her, Edna knelt beside them and exchanged a kiss with Lucy. Both women fondled the others beasts as their mouths twisted and tongues danced.

Lucy was cumming as Rick licked and sucked at her succulent pussy. Her gasps and moans were muffled by Edna’s kisses. Kisses that Lucy returned with wet, open mouth. She rubbed her wet pussy over Rick’s face spreading her nectar over him. He esenyurt escort would moan with delight when she would return it to his probing tongue.

Edna broke the kiss and went back to Rick’s throbbing cock. She let her lips engulf it. She was excited with the beat of his blood pounding into it. She took him as deep as she could and sucked him with love. She kept her body in contact with Lucy’s so she could feel the young woman’s orgasms as they chased through her body. Her fingers caressed her own clit so that she could enjoy orgasms for herself along with the others’.

She felt Rick’s cum surging from his balls sooner than she thought he would cum. He moaned into Lucy’s pussy as his cum gushed into his mother’s mouth. Hot, creamy, thick, she relished it, cherished it.

He was softening. Edna kissed Lucy again letting her taste his seed. Lucy lifted herself from Rick’s face and leaned down to kiss him with a whispered, “Thank you.”

Lucy pushed her tongue into his mouth to taste her juices on his lips and tongue; to let him taste his own cum. Edna would give him more. She would suck Lucy’s juices from his face, his mouth, his tongue.

Edna tasted them all; her juices, Lucy’s, Rick’s they were good. They tasted right.

The three rested. Rick dozed off. The women got up after an hour, or so. Edna got a sheer negligee from the closet. Leaving Rick asleep they went to the kitchen to make coffee and set the table for lunch. They took their coffee to the living room and sat together on the couch.

“It was what he wanted, wasn’t it?” Lucy blurted out.

“I’m sure it was,” Edna answered. “I wonder if he received messages when he tasted other women’s juices on me.”

They sat together silently. There was a closeness between them. A sentiment both welcomed.

“I’ll go wake him,” Lucy said. After a long pause.

Edna nodded in agreement. She went heat up lunch.

Lucy woke Rick by covering his face with kisses. He responded when he realized what was happening. His hand behind her head held her still for a deeper, loving kiss.

“Lunch is ready, Sweetheart,” Lucy told him.

“You look very sexy in that slip,” he told her as they went downstairs. “I liked making love with you while you were wearing it.”

“I’m glad,” she responded. “I like the way it feels on me.”

They ate at the kitchen table. The meal was a stew that Edna had made with the idea of reheating it for quick meals.

Rick had some questions.

“I’m curious,” he said. “How long have you two been making love, and what about Carol and Cynthia?”

“I think you’ll have to wait for an answer until we’re all together, Rick,” his mother told him. “We’ll tell you everything then and answer any questions. That will be tomorrow by the way. We’re all going to have Thanksgiving dinner at Carol’s.”

Edna seemed quite definite. He decided that he could wait until the next day.

Rick was getting aroused all over again by the time they had finished lunch. The women looked alluring in their nylons and heels, covered only by sheer negligee or slip. Every time they moved about the shadows showed through; their pubes and areolas, a sight that was sure to make his dick hard. He licked his lip, he wanted to taste the two pussies. He wanted to lick and suck at them, drink their juices and make them cum.

He had visions of nylon clad thighs clasping his head; of heels kicking his back as she came with wild shudders.

Back in the bedroom Rick exchanged hot kisses with both women and they with each other. He fondled breasts and sucked at nipples. They kissed his body, his nipples too, and fondled his cock.

Rick rolled onto his back and with his hands on her hips guided Lucy to straddle him. As she brought her wet pussy over his face he lifted his head to lick at the swollen, dew flecked labia. Lucy pushed a pillow under his head and then lost herself in hedonistic pleasure.

Edna took his cock between her lips, but only for a moment. She grabbed a rubber from the bedside table and rolled it onto his rock hard dick. She straddled him behind Lucy and slowly, sensuously impaled her cunt on her son’s cock.

She sighed as she felt him fill her. It was a little bit of a risk that day. It was a couple of days past what she considered safe. She took the chance, though. She needed him inside her stretching the walls of her pussy.

She reached her arms around Lucy to pinch her nipples and caress her tits. Lucy responded with a sigh and leaned back into Edna’s body.

A thrill passed through Edna when she felt Lucy’s body quivering with an oncoming orgasm. Rick felt it too. He sucked at her clit and pushed two fingers into her to her g-spot. Lucy trembled with the thrills overwhelming her. She cried out her joy and her nectar poured over his face. Her hands held Rick’s face at her pussy, her nylon sheathed thighs caressed his cheeks.

Edna, too, was cumming. Her wet pussy sliding over Rick’s cock bringing avrupa yakası escort him ever closer to an orgasm. She kissed the back of Lucy’s neck; her arms were around Lucy cuddling her tits.

Rick thrust hard into Edna’s wet pussy, and again. His cum surged from him and with a wild cry he pushed his cock balls deep into his mother and his face into Lucy’s fragrant pussy.

His cum surged again, Edna could feel its heat in her pussy. She wanted it. She wanted to feel it fill her pussy, but the rubber held it, prevented the pleasurable sensation that she desired. She could only imagine the warm, creamy, slickness of his seed.

He was spent. His hard cock softening, he let his face drop from Lucy’s hot, but very satisfied, pussy. His mother lifted herself from his flaccid dick. She rolled off him to lie beside him. Lucy too lifted her leg over him to lie on his other side.

Lucy pulled the rubber from his softening cock and sucked him into her mouth to lick his cum from it. Edna kissed his face, and mouth, and sucked his tongue; enjoying the taste of Lucy’s lady cum.

Lucy and Edna kissed over Rick’s body. They exchanged the essences in their mouths. Each kissed Rick, with love. With Rick between their naked bodies they fell asleep until evening.

They woke when it was getting dark outside. The late November days brought early nightfall. Edna got up first, and Lucy soon after her. Edna found her negligee to wear, Lucy was still in her slip. After Rick had told her he thought it was sexy she was reluctant to remove it. Both were still wearing garter belts and nylons. They had kicked their heels off before sleeping and found slippers to wear.

In the kitchen they started coffee, when it was ready they poured for themselves and sat, close together, at the table to sip it and complete their waking up. Their closeness felt comfortable to the two women. There was a contented feeling between them. Both had been well satisfied by the day’s activities, but Lucy’s pussy had an empty feeling that could be relieved by Rick’s hard cock.

The women made sandwiches for supper. Lucy went to wake Rick. She did it as before, by covering his face with kisses. He smiled when he realized it was her.

He came down to the kitchen dressed in his robe. They poured him coffee. When he was fully awake they ate the sandwiches.

“You need to rest for a while, Rick,” his mother told him. “Relax until bedtime. Maybe we can dance a little.”

Edna got out a bottle of wine and glasses. She turned on the radio and turned to a music station she liked.

They all had a few sips of wine and listened for a few minutes. Perry Como came on singing ‘Some Enchanted Evening’, a song that had been number one in the late summer. It was easy to dance to and Rick stood and held out a hand to Edna. She shook her head no, grabbed Lucy’s hand and put it in Rick’s.

Rick’s dancing had improved, a little, from the time he had danced with Edna. Cynthia had taught him a little so he could dance with her occasionally. Lucy was not great, but could dance reasonably well. They held each other close and swayed around the living room floor. For the next two hours Rick danced with one, or the other of the women whenever a slow number came on. He did not feel able to do any of the faster numbers.

They had another glass of wine when the program was over and went upstairs to the bedroom.

Lucy had made it quite plain, while dancing, that she wanted to be fucked. She had rubbed her belly against his sensuously; a time or two she had reached down and caressed his cock. He was only wearing a robe and his cock was uncontained and erect. The dancers found that they could push it up and it lay nicely between their bellies. Or, if pushed down, the cock would nestle in the lady’s bush, the tip would rub against the top of her slit coming tantalizingly close to her clit. Either way was nice.

Edna had been quite satisfied, although the dancing had started to get her horny again. She wondered what it would be like to snuggle with a couple while they were fucking. Or, maybe watch. Edna had never watched a man and woman making love. She had always been a participant. She thought she’d like to observe, at least once.

Edna was perfectly happy to let Lucy have her turn. She caught Lucy’s eye and winked at her. She nodded, too, to make sure the other woman got her meaning. Lucy smiled broadly and mouthed a silent thank you.

They all lay on the bed together. Lucy and Rick were exchanging hot kisses. Lucy fondling Rick’s already hard cock. Edna gave them room. She knew she could make a threesome out of it, but she really did want to be an observer. Carol had told her how hot it had made her when she had watched her daughter eating Edna’s cunt. Edna felt she might be inclined the same way. She wanted to try, at least.

Lucy rolled a rubber onto Rick’s rock-hard cock. She could feel the pulsations in her hand. She laid beside him and pulled him on top. Her nylon sheathed legs were splayed for him. Her slip bunched at her waist, the bodice pushed down to free her tits. They were kissing wildly even as she guided his hard cock into her wet and willing pussy. She sighed as he filled her, as she felt him stretch the walls of her pussy. She was snug on his cock. She had always felt that he was a perfect fit.

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PART II OF THE “A SERIES OF MATTERS” TRILOGY

AUTHOR’S NOTES:

1. The “A Series of Matters” Trilogy is foremost the story of the love between a mother and son and what they go through to be with each other. However, it is also a story about heroes, villains, and the grey characters that fall in between. Naturally, conflicts are going to arise so I caution you there is violence in these stories.

This isn’t a short story; it’s a novel posted in chapters. If you don’t like long stories, you’ve been warned. For those who are unfamiliar with my work, if you are expecting a quick sexual escapade with no deeper meaning, that’s cool and more power to you, but you won’t find that here. There is sex in my stories and plenty of it, I don’t hold back on the details, but there is also more. If you are looking to make an emotional, as well as sexual, investment in the characters and get caught up in a gripping saga , that is what I have strived to provide.

2. All characters and events portrayed are fictional, any similarities to actual people is purely coincidental. While there are real locations in the story, many of the locales depicted are fictional as well.

3. I know many of my readers have requested and been waiting a long time for a follow up to “A Matter of Trust”. Originally I had intended “Trust” to be a stand alone story, but the sheer volume of requests for a sequel made me rethink that decision. The more I thought about it the more I realized that there was more to tell of Colin and Aileen. My dilemma was thus: In the first story I had all ready built up the sexual tension between the main characters and brought it to a fruitful resolution. Where was I to go from there to keep the plot exciting and engaging? I knew I had to raise the ante, expand the plot, and bring Aileen and Colin’s little world jarringly into the real world. Minor characters from the first story would have to play bigger roles and new characters would have to be introduced, but at the same time I did not want to do anything to corrupt the characterizations of Aileen and Colin established in the first story. As I deliberated on their further adventures the rest of their story just clicked into place. I was able to develop an outline and saw that their story needed to be told as a trilogy as there are three very significant turning points in their lives.

Throughout all this it was the encouragement and kind words of my readers that kept me plugging along with this most complicated story I have written to date. Therefore, “A Matter of Betrayal” is dedicated to all my readers who have sent me such positive comments on the first story and especially to those requesting a sequel, without you this story and the ensuing one probably never would have come about. I thank you and hope you enjoy the next two parts of the “A Series of Matters” trilogy as much as you enjoyed the first.

– AngeloMichael

PROLOGUE: YOU’RE SO VAIN

Today was New Year’s Day, the first day of 2004. It was also Seth Reilly’s birthday. Seth was turning eighteen years old today, which made this birthday even more special than most. He was an adult now, and it was time he took on adult challenges. Seth knew 2004 was going to be his year.

He always liked the fact that the day he celebrated his birth, the rest of the world celebrated as well. His birthday was all ready a national holiday and all he did to deserve that was being born. Seth thought there was something portentous about being born on the same day a new year was born. It meant something. A new year meant new resolutions, new aspirations, and new opportunities.

His parents had thrown him a lavish party at his dad’s restaurant, Reilly’s Pub and Grill. The place was decorated wall to wall with streamers, balloons, and “Happy Birthday’ banners, along with the Christmas and New Year’s decorations still up from the holidays. The restaurant had been packed with friends, family, and people who generally just wanted to kiss his ass.

Seth may only be eighteen, but he could have written his own book on winning friends and influencing people. He had learned early in life that the more people who thought you were their friend, the more power you had. Everyone had something useful about them to exploit. You never knew when you might need someone with the right connection, and Seth knew that having the right connections was a way to achieve power and influence.

The party had been quite entertaining. His parents and siblings lavished him with affection, more than one of his friends invited him to a “real” party after this one ended, and he got a shitload of presents, some of the best ones coming from the ass kissers. It kind of reminded him of the beginning of “The Godfather”. People came up to him all night asking for favors.

Seth wasn’t averse to doing favors for people. In fact, he felt quite the opposite. He considered favors a type of credit. If you did something for someone, then they owed bakırköy escort you. Most of the time what people asked of him was easy enough to accomplish, especially with his network of connections, but that was the great thing about favors, there was no real rate of exchange. You did a small favor for someone and could ask for a big one in return.

The one thing Seth demanded was respect. If he was going to bestow a boon to someone, he damn well better see they respected him as a person of power. If someone asked him to do something as petty as to pass the salt and Seth perceived they regarded him as little more than their bitch, he would tell them to fuck off. It was all about respect. Vito Corleone knew about respect and resultantly he knew about power.

Tonight Seth felt powerful. People from school or around the neighborhood that he barely knew or didn’t know at all would come up to him trying to find the nerve to ask him for something and he could see they were ready to piss their pants in fear. When Seth put his arm around them, affected his most friendly smile, and acted like they were his best friend in the world and said, “Sure, I’d be happy to help you out!” he saw the fear drain from their body instead of piss. He knew he had become a hero in this person’s eyes and they would stop a bullet for him now if they had to. That was when Seth assumed his most practiced expression. His previously congenial blue eyes grew cold, his brows knit to shadow those eyes, and his mouth locked to form one straight sober line. The fear would return to their expression, they better watch that bladder after all. Then Seth would say, “Just remember who helped you out,” implying that if they forgot they would be reminded in a most disagreeable way. Respect. He demanded it because he deserved it. People came to him because they needed him. After all, Seth was a people person.

Feeling powerful gave Seth a hardon like nothing else. Seth willed control over his erection. He liked to be in control of everything in his life, and that included his libido. He enjoyed fucking as much as any other eighteen year old male; he just didn’t let his hormones dictate his actions. He decided the times he would fuck and who he would fuck with. Tonight he decided to indulge himself and have a birthday fuck.

Seth located Sheryl talking with his mom and dad. Seth grimaced when he saw this. Ever since he had started going out with Sheryl he would catch looks of disappointment in his parents’ eyes. It annoyed Seth that they were disappointed in him because he had stolen Sheryl away from Colin. What the fuck was with that? They had no right caring about Colin after the way he’d been treated. They should have been proud Seth had taken her away from the asshole. His parents were disappointed in him? Fuck that, he was disappointed in them.

Seth strolled over to the table where his parents sat with Sheryl. He took her hand in his and motioned her to get up. “C’mon, some of the guys invited us to an after party, party,” he said.

“Seth, you know it’s rude to interrupt people when they are in the middle of a conversation,” Sarah, his mother, said.

Inwardly Seth rolled his eyes, but outwardly he put on his “aw shucks” expression. “Sorry mom, it’s just been an exciting day and I got carried away,” he said. There were two ways to exert power over someone: intimidation and manipulation. It didn’t take a neurosurgeon to know which method needed to be used on his parents. “This has been the best birthday party I ever had. It just seems to be winding down now and a few friends had invited me to hang out and have sort of an informal celebration. Would it be all right if I went?”

His mother sighed but he saw the corners of her mouth trying to upsweep, then she said, “I suppose so, if it’s all right with your father.” Seth felt like grinding his teeth. He swore there would come a day when the only method he needed to exert power was intimidation.

Seth looked at his father expectantly. “May I go Dad?” he asked.

Patrick Reilly took a minute to look like he was giving the matter serious thought. C’mon Dad, Seth thought, this act grew old when I was ten years old! Everybody knows you always agree with whatever Mom decides.

“I guess you can go,” Patrick said. “Just remember, even though you are eighteen now and legally an adult, that doesn’t mean you can do anything you want. Be home at a reasonable time and act responsible.”

“I will Dad, thanks,” Seth said. Do they give every parent the same handbook with all these speeches written in them for them spout? Seth wondered. Ah well, he knew his dad was saying that more for his mother’s benefit than his own. With Sheryl in tow he grabbed their coats and made his way out of the restaurant, saying “Goodbye” to his brother and sister and any friend he came across that wasn’t going to be at the other party.

The party was held at Ricky Woods’ house, beşiktaş escort one of Seth’s flunkies from school. Ricky’s parents had gone out of town on New Year’s Eve and wouldn’t be back until Sunday. The previous night having been New Year’s Eve, there had been a lot of parties with a lot of drinks. It had been pretty easy for each person to bring a bottle or two of leftover booze or a six pack of beer or something, and it wouldn’t be missed. Most parents were still suffering hangovers from last night’s festivities, and a few of their kids were too, but for them the best cure for partying too hard was another party.

Seth never got drunk, especially when other people were getting drunk around him. Part of it was he didn’t want to lose control, but also there were many opportunities to exploit when people around him were losing their inhibitions. He would only allow himself a few drinks at a party like this, spread out over decent intervals.

When they got to Ricky’s, Seth refused the drink offered him as he pulled Sheryl along to an empty bedroom. He gave people only the most cursory of greetings when they stopped to say “Hello” and wish him a happy birthday. Most of the people here were people he had direct power over so he didn’t need to be sociable.

He was a little bit more cordial when Carrie Moore greeted him, although he made sure Sheryl didn’t notice, just a brief but meaningful glance between the two of them. It was rumored that Carrie had fucked half the boys at school (and a number of the girls too). She seemed to get a perverse sense of pleasure from fucking guys that she knew were in relationships with other people. Seth had to admit, it was kind of a turn on to cheat on your girlfriend but all Seth really cared about was Carrie was a hot piece of ass and it paid to stay on friendly terms with her.

Seth allowed his arousal to heighten and he hurried Sheryl into the bedroom. Once there, he shut the door and locked it; then he began kissing Sheryl deeply on the lips. He unzipped his fly and gave his erection some room to stretch out.

“Whoa there,” Sheryl said breaking the kiss. “You practically ripped my arm off dragging me here, you barely said two words to me in the car when we were racing over here, and now you are just going to attack me like some horny gorilla?”

Oh shit…Seth thought in disgust, the things I have to put up with just for a fuck!”Oh baby,” he began putting on an admonished expression, “I’m sorry. It’s just that this has been such a big day for me, the party my parents gave me was so huge, but the whole time I was wishing I could just be alone with you to celebrate in private. I just love you so much I wanted to spend some special time with you on this day.”

“Oh honey,” Sheryl said with tears forming in her eyes, “I love you too and I’m here for you.”

Finally! Seth thought as he began kissing her again trying to get their clothes off at the same time. Sheryl was pretty cute, Seth supposed, but he had been with other girls with way better bodies than her and were much better in bed. Like Carrie Moore. Sheryl had light brown curly hair that went down just past her shoulders and brown eyes. She was wearing a sweater striped in pastel colors and blue jeans.

Seth managed to get the sweater over her head revealing the white lace bra underneath. He quickly unhooked it. Sheryl’s tits weren’t that big, but they were nicely formed and felt good enough in his hands. He felt her nipples hardening as he ran his thumbs over them. Next he unbuttoned her jeans and let them slide to the floor. She had white lace panties on for underwear. She stepped out of her jeans and Seth took her hand and pulled her, gently this time, over to the bed.

Seth undid his belt then and undid the button that fastened his khaki slacks. He let his pants fall down to his ankles and he sat on the bed. Sheryl knew what he wanted her to do. Slowly she squat down between his knees. She reached up and slowly pulled his underwear down around his ankles where his slacks were.

She reached out and started rubbing her hand on his hard cock. Seth closed his eyes enjoying the sensation. Then he felt her tongue leerily reach out and touch the tip of his cock. Slowly but surely she took the head in her mouth. Sheryl really didn’t like giving blowjobs, especially since that time he came in her mouth without warning her, but she knew Seth enjoyed them so she did it for him.

She started bobbing his cock in and out of her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head. One of her hands reached to his shaft and began to stroke it. Seth started moaning and when his “Ohhhh’s” and “Ahhhh’s” started getting too loud, Sheryl let his saliva slick cock slide out of her mouth.

She climbed up on the bed and started kissing him. Seth’s hand found its way to the rim of her panties and he slowly pulled them down. His hand found her pussy and started rubbing it, feeling it moisten. beylikdüzü escort When he felt she was wet enough he laid her back on the bed. He reached down to his slacks and fumbled around in the pockets until he found his wallet. He opened his walled and pulled out a condom. He took the prophylactic out of its wrapper and rolled the latex over his hard cock. Then he mounted himself on top of Sheryl.

He rubbed his aching cock around the wetness of her pussy. He found the entrance and allowed himself to sink in. He pushed himself in all the way then he pulled himself back out almost to the tip of his cock and then he slid back all the way inside her. He got into a rhythm as his cock pumped in and out of her pussy. Sheryl moved her hips up and down synchronizing herself to his movements.

Sheryl began moaning and he knew she was reaching climax. He pumped himself even faster into her and finally heard her scream out in orgasm. Seth wondered if the guys outside in the party had heard her, knowing what they were doing. Well, they haven’t heard anything yet! Seth thought with a grin. He brought her to two more climaxes, each time she screamed louder, before he finally shot his load into the condom while deep inside her.

When he was done he pulled out of her and removed the used condom. He tossed it into the wastebasket. He smiled knowing this was Ricky’s room and he might very well see what he left in the trash confirming what they had done. That would lead to more bragging rights for Seth. He pulled up his underwear and his slacks and then lay back down on the bed beside her, basking in the relief of his sexual tension. Sheryl had gotten better at this since their first time together, Seth thought.

He had taken her cherry more than a month ago. Hers wasn’t the first cherry he had popped but it was the most satisfying. She hadn’t been much different than any other virgin, a little unsure, a little excited, a little scared, then a little whimpering and it was over. What made it so satisfying was he had not only taken this girl away from Colin, he had taken something away from her that she could never get back and therefore never give Colin even if she wanted to.

Colin, Seth thought, with an angry frown. He had never been able to accept that Seth was the superior one between the two of them. Colin thought he could compete with Seth on any level. Seth had to work hard and wear Colin down to achieve any grudging respect in eyes. That was unforgivable so Colin deserved whatever he got. That’s why it had been so much fun winning Sheryl’s loyalty away from Colin.

For two years he had watched Colin strut around with the girl on his arm, thinking they had something special and therefore he was special. He had thought there was no way Sheryl would leave him. Seth’s frown turned into a devious grin. There was always a way. Maybe now Colin realized that anything he had Seth could take away. Maybe now he had learned some real respect.

The last month had felt like an unending victory celebration as Colin came to school every day to see him together with Sheryl. Every day Colin seemed to get more depressed and more despondent, he quit the basketball team and he also quit working at his dad’s place. It was hilarious to watch the asshole get his due.

“…said ‘I love you!'” Seth was broken out of his reverie by Sheryl’s voice.

“Huh?” he said.

“I just said ‘I love you!’ twice!” Sheryl said with an exasperated tone.

“Oh! Uh, I love you too babe,” Seth said. He could see that wasn’t going to be enough so he added, “I was just thinking about us and all that you mean to me, and I kind of got lost in my train of thought.”

“Awwww, honey, that’s so sweet!” Sheryl said.

Yes, it was sweet! Now stop yapping and let me enjoy the silence! Seth thought.

“What were you thinking about us?” Sheryl queried.

Fuck! “You know babe, I’m kind of tired, could we talk about this some other time?” Seth asked.

“Sure sweetie,” Sheryl said wrapping her arms around him and resting her head on his chest. Seth sighed and just let her stay there as he returned to his thoughts.

It was kind of a let down that Colin was away for the winter holidays. It was going to be Seth’s coup de grâce to rub Colin’s nose in his and Sheryl’s relationship on Christmas. But, in a way it was just as satisfying knowing he was snowed in at that stodgy cabin with no one for company but that bitch of a mother. It wasn’t from anyone strange that Colin learned not to know his place in life.

He heard they got over four feet of snow in the mountains from that blizzard. They would be digging out until Valentine’s Day! Seth inwardly laughed with glee knowing that they must be at each other’s throats by now having to spend so much time together stranded in that isolated place. Cabin fever in an actual cabin! The lameness of being stuck in a cliché was just too rich. Colin used to be a mama’s boy, but at least Seth had put enough pressure on him to break him out of that sissy habit. He probably resented his mother for attempting to pull him out of his wallowing despair and she was probably fed up with having to deal with a mopey teenager all week. Both of them must be miserable! Seth chuckled out loud at the thought.

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A Horse of a Different Kind

I want to start by saying that per the current medical community, the average size of a male penis is 5.1 inches; while the average depth of the female vagina is 3.5 inches and then elongates during arousal. Most men don’t have a ten inch cock; and no, most women don’t have their cervix banged during sex. While some will say fantasy imitates art, I prefer to let fantasy exaggerate reality. So, it’s time to let our fantasy run wild and thank you for reading.

Claire Barr rolled over on her bed and sat up on the edge. Reaching up she wiped the sweat that threatened to drip from her brow. Now THAT had been a work out she sighed. She stared out her bedroom window as her mind went over not only what had just happened, but more the why.

Some people say there is that “moment”, that epiphany. For Claire it had been a collection of moments that had culminated together. At forty-eight she had been enduring the battle with menopause for the last few years. While there were the usual hot flashes and mood swings, what had hit the hardest was the sudden surge in her libido. To put it plainly, she couldn’t get fucked enough.

Adding to the collection of moments was her husband of twenty years being diagnosed with an enlarged prostate. It had been benign and he was treating it medically; but it had created an unknown problem; erectile dysfunction.

Oh the Viagra helped some, but as his ‘manhood’ was affected, so was his drive. Embarrassed he couldn’t perform he had drawn back on his drive. While Gary’s drive had dropped Claire found hers going through the roof.

They had always been the average couple, sex a couple of times a week, usually missionary, and for both satisfying. This new constant urge was new to Claire, and it didn’t help that Gary seemed almost oblivious to it.

That growing gap had led to Claire resorting to the old standby, the dildo. She had amassed quite a collection over the last couple of years. The regular rubber penis, the vibrating egg, even a multi-function rabbit was stashed away in her bedside stand.

The art of masturbation was something Claire had cultivated into a true art form over time. There had been porn videos on her laptop, and all the usual fantasies that fueled her sex starved hormones. It had been the fantasies that had added the last “moment” to her collection.

God, she sighed. It could have been anyone. Some hung stud ravishing her needy body, some nameless ten inch cock pounding into her. Ten inches, she shuddered and looked back at the recent addition to her toy collection. It lay on her bed, coated in her white cream; she reached out and picked it up, staring at the tan rubber.

God why did it have to be Evan, she sighed. She rose and walked to her bedside stand, sliding the toy inside; she had to almost bend it to get it to fit.

Evan was Evan Barr; her son and the current focus of her nastiest fantasies. Claire shuddered at what would go through her mind when she thought of her son. He was so innocent of what he even did to her.

For Claire and Gary, Evan had been a miracle child. The doctors had told her she couldn’t get pregnant, then a little over a year later the bundle of joy had entered their life.

Now that bundle of joy stood six foot tall, his piercing blue eyes and quick smile melted Claire whenever she had tried to discipline the boy.

At first Claire had thought Evan was just painfully shy, but he seemed to have friends easily enough. No it wasn’t friends that had triggered the final moment; it had been girlfriends. Or the lack of them Claire thought.

Evan had dated a few girls, but usually only a time or two and then the girls seemed to vanish. Eventually the dating had just seemed to go away entirely. Now in his senior year of high school, Claire had been shocked when Evan had announced he wasn’t going to his senior prom. She had been confused and worried, what eighteen year old didn’t want to go to his senior prom.

She had badgered Evan about the issue, even tried using her husband to find out the reason. The badgering finally came to a head three weeks ago when Evan had come home from playing basketball with his friends. Covered in sweat, wearing only his loose shorts, she had confronted him in the hallway outside his bedroom door. For Claire it was like it had happened just today.

“I don’t understand Evan” she had told her son. “What is it about prom?” she asked.

“I just don’t want to go” her son had answered sullenly.

“Evan, what’s wrong” Claire asked. “Is it dating, is that the problem?”

“Yeah, kind of” Evan had told her.

Claire had steeled herself for that moment. “What, are you gay” she had pushed back at her son. “Is that why you won’t date?”

“Jesus mom, not every guy who doesn’t date is gay” Evan snorted back.

“Honey it’s OK” she had tried consoling her son. “If you are, your father and I will work it out.”

“I’m not GAY” Evan had screamed at her in the hallway. “I’m a fucking istanbul escort FREAK OK mom.”

Claire had been stunned by his announcement. Was there something she didn’t know about her own son? Did he have acne all over his body? Did he have some kind of growth she had missed?

“Honey….” Claire tried to find words that day. Then it happened, Evan moved to stand in front of her.

“There isn’t a girl in school that will go with me” he had almost sobbed. “Why do you think they called me horse all the way through school” she could remember his voice cracking.

“It’s because of THIS!” Evan had yelled.

At that moment, the raging hormones, the prostate issues, all the fantasies collided as her eighteen year old son had jerked his jockey shorts to his knees.

“Oh My God” Claire had whispered as IT came into view.

It had to have been at least seven or eight inches long, and it was soft. Jesus how big was it when it got hard. Claire had not been able to tear her eyes from the sight of her sons’ massive cock as it swung between his thighs.

“See, even you admit I’m a freak” Evan had told her. “My own mother staring at the freak” her son had growled.

“Oh baby” Claire had almost moaned. She was stunned to feel her nipples harden to pebbles inside the cups of her bra.

“What girl wants THIS shoved up them” Evan had ranted. “One look and they all run away screaming freak.”

Before Claire had the opportunity to respond, Evan had turned and gone into his room; slamming his door behind him. Claire stood frozen in the hallway as the image of her sons’ cock burned in her mind. His words, shoving that monster inside some girl, sent a sudden gush of wetness into her panties.

“Evan” she remembered whispering and then slowly pulled herself away and down the hall.

That had been the culmination of her moments, Claire realized. From there every fantasy began to revolve around that slab of meat. To the point she had searched on amazon and found a ten inch realistic cock toy. The same one she had just spent over an hour ramming up her tight pussy as the image of her son pounding into her filled her fevered brain.

Twice over the last three weeks Claire had tried to banish the thoughts using her husband. The first had failed miserably when Gary’s poor six inch cock had barely gotten past half mast. The second time he had simply grunted and rolled over in bed, leaving the mature mother to fall into a fitful sleep filled with dreams of her sons’ massive dong.

As Claire glanced at the clock, she knew Evan would be home from school soon. Even after torturing her body with the massive toy, she could still feel that burning need between her thighs. Something was going to give she knew, and soon.

After dinner that evening Claire sat watching television with her husband as Evan studied in his room.

“Has Evan said anything to you about prom” Claire finally broached the subject.

“No he hasn’t, why” Gary barely took his eyes off the television.

“He won’t go, he doesn’t have a date” Claire said softly.

“Bullshit” her husband spit out. “Every kid needs to go to prom. Hell I didn’t have a date either, never let that stop me” he grunted.

“What’s his problem” Gary suddenly asked.

“He has…an issue” Claire tried to find the words.

“What, something wrong with him” her husband asked.

“No, he’s perfect” Claire felt a tingle between her thighs at her answer.

“Then he can just go with his buddies” Gary said as he changed channels on the television.

“They all have dates” Claire complained.

“Then find the damn boy a date” was her husbands’ gruff reply.

“Prom is next weekend, where would we find a girl by then?” Claire asked stunned at her husbands’ suggestion.

“Why don’t you go” Claire sat in shock at her husband.

“What…me” she stuttered.

“Not like junior here is doing anything next weekend” Gary waved at his crotch. “Go out, have a nice dinner, do some dancing. Let the boy enjoy his prom” her husbands’ words seared into Claire.

“Honey…” Claire tried to softly object.

“What?” her husband turned finally and looked at her. “Not like you’re going to fuck him. Though God knows you could use it” he half laughed.

“Gary” Claire couldn’t help but gasp.

After finishing the short discussion with her husband, Claire quietly ascended the stairs towards Evan’s door. She could feel small somersaults in her belly as she approached the cracked door.

Easing the door slightly open, Claire glanced inside and froze at the sight. Instead of studying at his desk, Evan was stretched out full length on his bed. He held his IPad in one hand while his other slid up and down on his cock.

Three weeks ago she had seen it as it swung soft between his thighs. For the first time her eyes locked onto his erect cock. She barely stifled the groan as his hand barely encircled the thick pole. It stood straight up like a massive redwood avcılar escort sprouting from the hair of his groin. You’re right, she thought to her husband sitting downstairs. I would fuck that thing in a heartbeat she thought.

Easing the door back shut, she tapped lightly and called to her son. She could hear clothing rustle as he covered himself.

“Yeah” Evan called from the other side of the door.

Claire slipped through the door and stepped to the side of his bed. Her eyes couldn’t help but see the gigantic lump in his sheet he had thrown over himself.

“Evan, your father and I have been talking” Claire had to clear her throat from the dryness. “You are going to prom” She said firmly.

“Mom, we had this discussion” Evan pleaded back.

“Your father and I…your father” Claire changed tactics. “Has decided you should go” she said.

Claire eased herself to sit on the bed next to him. The fact she was only inches away from that magnificent cock sent a tremor through her belly. She reached out and rested a hand on his thigh.

“Mom…please” Evan almost cried.

“You’ll be fine sweetie” Claire said softly.

“I don’t have a date” Evan tried to dissuade his mother. “I don’t even have a tux” he tried to find excuses.

“We’ll get you a tux next week” Claire told him. “As for a date, you’re taking me.”

“Mom, you know why” Evan was still trying.

“I’m well aware of your…issue” Claire answered back. As she rose from the bed she deliberately let her fingers trace over that huge lump in the sheets.

“Quite frankly” she whispered. “That’s why you are taking me” She told Evan.

Evan could only lay in shock as his mother slipped from the room. Had his mom just touched his cock? Had she really just admitted she was going with him because of his cock?

For the next week Claire felt almost giddy as she prepared. A trip to town and a rental store arranged for Evan’s tux. Thank god she did his laundry; it gave her all the sizes she needed to fit him.

A second trip, with the credit card blessing of her husband, and a new dress with matching heels entered her closet. When Gary had seen her choice that night, he had whistled.

“You’re going to give the poor boy a raging boner” he laughed.

Claire had blushed at her husbands’ comment. God if he only knew, she thought. The thought of seeing that cock hard because of her, sent a shiver down the mature mothers’ spine.

By Saturday, Claire spent most of the day in her room. She was afraid to let Evan see her until they were both ready. As she stood in front of her closet mirror something gazed back that she barely recognized.

The bright red dress hung to just above her knees, demurely hiding her legs. That was until she moved, then the slit along the one side opened, showing an expanse of creamy flesh that rose clear up her thigh.

The six inch heels highlighted her freshly painted toenails. They had been tricky to walk in, but Claire had spent the week mastering movement, and now felt fairly comfortable in them.

But it was the top of the dress that drew the eyes. The plunging front gave way to the valley of her cleavage, as her 34C’s pressed together. The wide open back gave mute evidence she was not wearing a bra, a fact also obvious from the two small mounds that poked at the front of her dress.

The waist of the dress dipped in and then hugged her full hips, showing off the curves that come with maturity. She only hoped the dress wouldn’t be too much.

As she slowly descended the stairs, she knew she had hit pay dirt as Evan stared open mouthed at her. Her long brunette hair fell in waves about her bare shoulders, as she clutched her small handbag in one hand.

“Do you like” she asked as she came to a stop only a few feet from her son.

“Jesus mom” Evan breathed. “You look fantastic.”

“I’ll take that as a yes” Claire glanced down at the obvious bulge in Evans trousers. “And you look very handsome” she reached out and straightened the lapel of his tuxedo.

“Don’t you two look the pair” Gary’s voice cut through the foyer. “Remember boy, she’s Claire tonight not mom, got it” he chuckled. “Stick it to the poor bastards with their plain Jane girlies.”

Evan blushed at his father’s words. He was embarrassed at the reaction of his cock to seeing his beautiful mother. The fact she had acknowledged it stunned him.

“Have fun baby” Gary leaned over and kissed his wife’s’ cheek. “Here” he handed a small envelope to Evan. “For when the prom dance is done, you might need it.”

Before the pair could even reply, Gary headed back to the living room and his television.

‘Shall we” Claire asked softly.

Ever the gentleman, Evan held the car door open and watched as his mother slipped in. His eyes were riveted to the expanse of leg that slipped free through her dress slit. Sliding into the driver’s seat he glanced over and was stunned to see his mother made no attempt to adjust her dress.

As the pair şirinevler escort drove towards town, Evan tried to steal discreet glances at that supple thigh peeking through her dress slit.

“Evan” Claire said softly.

“Sorry mom, I mean Claire” Evan stuttered.

“Evan” Claire rested a palm on his thigh. “You can look, go ahead I like it” she smiled.

“Jesus” Evan groaned softly.

“So where are we going” Claire asked, trying to break the ice.

“The Carlton” Evan said maneuvering the car. “It’s the only place with a ballroom big enough.”

Claire nodded her head. The Carlton Hotel was renowned for their ballroom, and held some of the biggest events in the city. It was also very formal and for once she was glad of her dress selection.

Parking with the valet, Claire slipped her arm inside Evans and the pair entered his senior prom. For the next hour she stayed tight to his side as Evan drifted from one group of friends to another. She smiled and shook hands as her son introduced her as Claire Greene, his date.

Claire was surprised the first time Evan used her maiden name. The fact he even remembered surprised her, but it also impressed her that her son was thinking on his feet. Good move not using the same last name, she thought.

What shocked her were the looks she kept getting. First from the girls whose unconcealed stares bore what Claire could only call jealousy; to the hungry looks in the eyes of most of the boys in the room.

It wasn’t more than moments after Evan stepped away to get them both some punch, that two of the boys approached. Claire tried not to laugh at their clumsy attempts at making a pass at her.

“She’s taken” a gruff voice came behind Claire. She turned in surprise to see Evan standing there holding two glasses of punch, anger burning in his eyes. No not anger, something else, Claire realized.

Dismissing the two young suitors, Claire accepted the drink. “Something wrong Evan” she asked.

“They were hitting on you” her son half growled.

“That bothers you” Claire tried a soft probe.

“Fuckers” Evan breathed.

“Someone is jealous” the mother couldn’t help but smile.

“I shouldn’t be, but I am” Evan grunted.

“Good” Claire looked her son in the eyes. “They will try and come back, so if you want to stake your claim; you better be serious mister” she softly told her son.

Three dances and an hour later, and Claire knew Evan wasn’t just serious; he was deadly serious. Never once during that time did he let her out of his eye sight. Every time a boy came within ten feet, he wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her tighter.

Claire reveled in the attention; it had been decades since she had been to a dance; and to be the center of a man’s attention. As the evening started to wind down, Claire found Evan pulling her to the dance floor once again.

Wrapping her arms around her sons’ neck, she snuggled in close, swaying to the slow music. It took less than two minutes before she could feel the hardening bulge press against her belly.

“You’re hard” Claire whispered up at her son.

“God…I’m so sorry…” Evan sputtered.

“Don’t be” Claire told her son. “There are a lot of beautiful girls here.”

Her sons’ sudden silence caught Claire. Sliding one hand from his neck she brought his face down until their eyes met.

“Who is she” Claire asked softly.

“I can’t…” Evan almost moaned.

“Who, tell me?” Claire persisted.

“You” Evan finally gasped out.

“You know how wrong this is” Claire’s soft voice reached up to her son.

“Yes, and I can’t help it” she heard her sons’ admission.

“Why, I want to hear it.” She asked.

“You’re beautiful, you’re sexy and you’re desirable.” Evan almost gushed out. “You know…me…and yet you aren’t afraid” his eyes brimmed with tears.

With a shudder, Claire decided it was time to put her cards on the table. Evan had given her his confession, now it was her turn. She pressed her body into his, feeling that growing snake against her belly.

“Baby you have no idea” Her voice was husky. “I wouldn’t be running away, I would be running TO you” she breathed in his ear.

“Oh God mom” Evan trembled at her words.

“I think it’s time we left” Claire told her son.

Slowly the pair walked back to their table where Claire gathered her small handbag. Suddenly Evan stopped as if remembering. Reaching inside the breast pocket of the tuxedo, he drew out the small white envelope his father had given him.

Flipping open the top, he pulled out a small piece of paper. His eyes stared at it as if not understanding what it was.

“Jesus Christ” Claire heard her son whisper. “It’s an online voucher for a room at the Carlton” he told her.

“It’s what” Claire asked stunned.

“Dad booked us a room” Evan said stunned.

“It can’t be” Claire took the small paper.

Sure enough, it was exactly what Evan had said. Gary had gone online, booked a room for two at the Carlton, and had put the confirmation and payment information into the envelope.

Claire opened her small handbag and pulled out her cellphone. Her fingers flew over the keys.

‘Gary why’ she hit send. It only took a moment for the screen to flash an answer. ‘Because I can’t but he can. Have fun both of you and I love you both’

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