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The marriage of Jeanne and Don had happened only seven years ago, but as seniors, they had not forgotten the playfulness of young love as they “courted.”. Both had been married before, one spouse developed ovarian cancer, the other had a terminal heart problem, so the excitement sexual passion had been placed on a back burner during those years as they cared for their failing spouses. Almost as if by some quirk, both lost their spouses exactly one month apart. During those long periods of stressful dedication to their spouses, Don and Jeanne had become re-acquainted following a class reunion where they exchanged stories of their spouses illnesses and what they were both going through. Tit was the first time they had actually seen each other since the summer after high school graduation when both went in different directions for college. The brief talk they had during the reunion was really more about their current lives and how difficult it was seeing a spouse in a terminal condition.

Those long dreadfully sad days following those losses, both had called the other to tell them of the death of their spouse, but neither could muster the effort to call after that, although both had often thought of each other in the months following. Jeanne was living in the Southwest U.S. and Don was in the Midwest-Great Lakes area, some 2,500 miles apart. But it is strange how things sometimes work out.

Being attractive individuals, both were eventually pulled into short term relationships, some even involving a bit of sexual exploration. For Don, the “casserole brigade” was soon out in force, and a number of women who considered him to be a great catch, literally tried to seduced him with food (among other things) in bold attempts to capture this eligible widower. At sixty, he was still handsome, charming and had a wonderful reputation in the eyes of women for wonderful and loving care he had provided for his late wife. Likewise, Jeanne, a striking blond, had no trouble attracting men, having had one even approach her at the funeral, suggesting she consider him for a date not too far down the road. He was immediately rebuffed for his poorly timed move, but as a woman with an above average sex drive and good looks, she was destined to become the object of attention of a number of men, both younger and older than she.

Don was approached by a number of women as the months went by. He was a charismatic master of seduction, but he decided to use a different technique, waiting for the woman to make the first move. In doing so, he marveled at the subtle approach they used to get “into his pants” and his plan never seemed to fail. Waiting until the third date, the woman always made her move, as if that had been a “proper waiting period.” They all invited Don to dinner for that third date, and under the guise of “dessert” made their move. He began to wonder if they had all read the same book. Similarly, all of them made some sort of an initial statement before the first date, claiming they were NOT looking for sex and that he should understand they were NOT easy nor were they looking for a one night stand! He always responded that he had no expectations and just hoped to enjoy their company. So, having made no move before the third date, some began to wonder if he might possibly be gay. To that end, some decided to try a seduction approach to check his response. Ultimately, none of them were ever disappointed!

Often during conversation after dinner, the women would managed to steer the subject to sex …. having moved to the sofa with an after finner cordial …. a successful approach in most every case. Some used the casual “boob in the the arm approach” as if by accident, a couple began a well planned scenario of innocently stroking his leg and gradually working up toward “the junction!” The two who used that persuasion were not disappointed when they encountered a stiff and rising erection, already awaiting their maneuvering fingers, which usually happened in the middle of a well executed French kiss. When one of Don’s hands sought out a breast, there was never any resistance and he knew that “dessert” was about to be served. He was always amused, that, once a woman decided “that night was the night,” how determined she became to accomplish her goal.

In Jeanne’s case, she found herself wanting “something” much sooner than she had expected. About five months after the funeral, she acquiesced to a couple of casual dates with an older friend and on the third one, he decided to make his move. They had returned from a lovely dinner where he had treated her to an expensive dinner with good wine and ample smooth talk, all of which she rather enjoyed. Neither were feeling any pain at the end of dinner. They were just feeling good and enjoying each other’s company! They had made an early evening of it and were back at Jeanne’s where she invited him in for a “9:30 night cap” ….. and so the stage was set. Jeanne loved to be kissed and soon they were locked in an passionate embrace in the den bursa escort and George (age 72) was rapidly raising her blood pressure as their tongues dueled. On the to previous dates, she has received a polite kiss good night, but George had not gone any farther than that. Before she realized it, he was caressing a breast and, though surprised, she decided she didn’t seem to mind that at all. In fact, it felt good to be wanted again! He eventually got around to undoing three buttons on the front of her blouse and without realizing it, he had pulled the blouse from her skirt. As the kissing continued, he worked the blouse up high enough up her back to reach the hooks on the back of her bra. Once unhooked, she felt his hands massaging her back as he hugged her to him. The sensation was wonderful and as they broke a long kiss for air, his hand slipped around her side until it had slipped under the cup of her loose bra and was caressing her breast. Almost immediately he felt a very erect and sensitive nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. His lips soon followed.

It seemed like forever since Jeanne had felt that thrill of pure passion, that internal roar in her ears …. that undeniable horniness she was feeling at that moment, as his tongued teased and sucked on both her nipples. She totally surrendered to the pleasures of his touch as she thought back to her days in high school when she had that first experience of allowing her steady touch with her breasts for the first time. Now however, her urges to advance this passion, instinctively caused her hands moved to his belt and zipper and soon Jeanne had expertly exposed him to her cool, manipulating touch. His excitement was definitely a match for hers as he sought out her womanhood. She had rolled to her side on the sofa to be more accommodating, she was very aware of his hand as it move inside the elastic and of her slacks, inside the top of her pantyhose and down across her abdomen. She was experiencing for the first time in years that fluttering tremor in her stomach as his fingers continued on their journey. The shock of feeling his middle finger suddenly dipping and stroking it’s way through her rapidly moistening pubic hairs, set off alarms and passion she could barely remember and she felt no desire to fight off his advances. They simply felt TOOOOO good! His erection, fiercely caught in her grip, was twisting and turning like a snake caught in a trap…. but he, too, was loving every twist and turn of it. She was, after all, a true expert!

Then, as if in slow motion, George released Jeanne long enough to allow her entire body shift and pivot on her hip, her face beginning a slow decent to the front of his unzipped trousers. Her hand still held his manhood, captured and stroking it up and down through her teasing fingers. It was at this point that he fully began to realize exactly where she was headed. His body twisted, too, to align his erect cock on a direct path to Jeanne’s lips. Like those two attracting dogie magnets, their bodies were rapidly drawn together until her tongue slithered out, snake-like, searching until it made contact with the tip of his rigid cock. A slight smirk danced across her hidden face as she felt him respond to her flicking tongue. She was about to enjoy getting back into the swing of things! Her fist felt him flex and thrust in an attempt to bring it to her mouth. But she needed no encouragement …. she just wanted to tease it a bit first!

“Ohhhhhhh,” he moaned. ‘Suck it, Jeanne,” he moaned, surprised at his own words, as she thought to herself, “Beg me, beg me a little first, George!!”

Unable to restrain herself any longer, her tongue lapped across the head of it before she finally engulfed the colorfully engorged head of his cock and slowly pushed head of it up and into her mouth. Her lips slowly slid down the first half of his throbbing cock as her tongue teased the sensitive underside as her mouth began some serious sucking. While her mouth slurped up over the end of it, her hand continued to jack off that portion that was still not buried in her mouth.

In the meantime, and almost with out her awareness, his hand had moved to push her slacks and pantyhose down and instinctively, she had raised her fanny to let him push them down beyond her knees. Turning on to her side and raising the knee of her top leg, his fingers had complete access to her smoldering pussy. His middle finger was once again buried deep inside her, curling back and up against her aroused G-spot while the pad of his thumb rotated on her hard and erect clit. She was easily guided her to her first thundering orgasm of the evening, the first of many that night! Agonizing moans were finally transitioned into muffled shrieks of passion followed by the flailing of her abdomen as a genuine orgasm exploded in her for the first time in more than two years. Most of her body remained levitated above the sofa for moments, her mouth now gasping, bursa escort bayan removed from his saliva covered cock, before she crash down to earth again with a magnificently “lung clearing” sigh that almost muted the words she spoke, “Oh, my gawd, George, did I ever need that.”

She lay there limp for a couple of minutes before her hand began searching for his softened cock. When she found it, it quickly began to stiffened back to life and her mouth moved to capture it for more of her “world class sucking.” George moved around until he was on his side and in a position where he cold thrust it easily into her sucking mouth. The sensations he was feeling were like nothing her had ever experienced, a combination of a wonderfully soft, wet and suctioning mouth. Gradually, he pulled her abdomen closer and eventually managed to wedge his face between her thighs as he sought her pussy with his tongue. The commonly referenced “69” was not among her favorite positions, but the playfulness of his tongue was driving her crazy as she attempted to get as much of his cock in her mouth as possible. With about a seven inches to work with, a majority of it fit.

This scenario continued without words for another ten or fifteen minutes when he heard garbled sounds emanating from Jeanne’s still filled mouth, ….”Oh God, George, I have to have the real thing in there!”

George, in his teasing mood asked in the throes of passion, “Ahh, what is it you are talking about?”

Jeanne’s mumbled reply was, “You know darn well what I’m talking about!”

“I …. I can’t understand when you talk with your mouth full,” followed by his snicker.

“Ouch, …. hey, stop biting me, Jeanne! Are you asking me to put it into you?” George inquired coyly?

“God, you can be impossible. Yes, that IS what I was asking.”

“Okay, Sweetheart, that can definitely be arranged!” And with that said, he pivoted on the sofa and aimed his seven inches of harden manhood straight at her pussy. But, George continued to tease. As “it” made the first initial contact with the pussy lips, he stopped, moving its head up and down her “heat generating target” before gradually easing the head of his cock slowly into just the opening. However, his stalling tactic was only frustrating Jeanne and she lost her patience by ordering him, “WILL YOU PLEASE JUST PUSH IT IN!! …. You are driving me absolutely crazy!” Finally he buried two or three inches of it in her and then slowly withdrew all but a half inch. He slowly began to push back into her, this time giving her about four inches of it. This tease continued until, at last, he had successfully planted all seven plus inches into totally her welcoming and gripping pussy, his balls up against her ass, aided to some degree by her heels which were locked above his hips, forcing him down fully into her.

“Oh, my gawd that feels good! Move it around, George, it feels so good in there! Do it to me, … yes, just like that ….. Aahhh….. I just love that feeling of having you inside me like this!”

It was an outstanding performance for this seventy-three year old man. George continued to rock back and forth, pushing her to three violent orgasms in succession before she finally pulled away, stating that her overly sensitive clit could not stand any more for a while.

Subtly, when she had caught her breath, Jeanne’s head once again dropped to George’s lap and began licking and sucking and within moments, his hands held her head firmly in place as his cock entered her sucking mouth. He felt that tell-tail tightening in his balls, so did Jeanne, indicating his climax was only moments away. Then, in a moment of sheer pleasure, he exploded into her mouth as she sucked him dry, even licked up those drops that had escaped her lips and had dripped down on her hand.

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George was not Jeanne’s only paramour. There was a young man, David, who did frequent odd jobs around her house and yard. He WAS a hunk, 19 years old, 6-4 and about 190 pounds. Good looking, he had even played some very small parts in a couple of movies that were being shot in Tucson. Oh, how she had dreamed of bedding him down. But recognizing the fact that she could almost be his grandmother, caused her to control those animal urges. He stopped one morning unexpectedly to see about an outside faucet that seemed to be leaking around the hose connection. She had just showered and was finishing her make-up and hair when the door bell rang. Thinking it was the UPS truck that always stopped about this time and left immediately after ringing the bell, she opened the door to the carport and was bending over to retrieve the package when she looked up to see David only a couple a yards away, peering innocently down the gap of her loose fitting light weight robe. He had arrived just as the UPS truck left. He rushed to help her pick up the package, though unable to pry his eyes from her exposed breasts. When they stood up with the package be held by both of them, his eyes were escort bursa still focused much lower. He still stared helplessly, riveted on her breasts and her now rapidly erecting nipples. The fabric of her thin robe was drawn tightly over them with her end of the large box pressed up snuggly against her waist.

When eye contact was finally made, both were blushing and Jeanne was amused. She finally released the box and turned to go into the house, holding the door for David who now carried the box alone. Fascinated that this hunk was captivated and fascinated by her breasts, she placed her arms across her waist, again stretching the flimsy fabric over her even more erected nipples, curious to see if his eyes would again be magnetize to them. As he turned around, they were still focused there and she smiled confidently.

“That was so sweet of you to carry that in for me, David, but I was not expecting you until much later in the day,” she said, making conversation.

“Well, we had an order of steel that was supposed to be at the site early this morning, but it won’t be there until after 3 PM so I just thought I’d stop by to take a look at that faucet. Seems I caught you at a bad time……” his eyes now locked on hers, only to magnetically drawn down to her breasts momentarily before looking directly into her eyes. Aware she was aware and blushing awkwardly, he said to her, “You sure have a (cough, cough) …. a …. great looking figure, Mrs. Buckhold! I hope I didn’t embarrass you, catching you in your robe,” he blurted out and then blushing an even brighter red at the boldness of his comment. Jeanne turned to the refrigerator and pulled out two Cokes, turned and walked into the den, motioning with her head that David realizing was to follow. They both sat on the couch when Jeanne had patted the cushion next to her. She sat sort of side-saddle, facing him with the hem of her robe half way up her thigh. When he turned around to seat himself, she thought she saw a slight “bulge” at the from of his short work pants. Working in Tucson in the summer with temperatures often to 110 to the 115 degrees, loose fitting pants and shirts were the order of the day. She smiled as he took a long swig of the cold Coke and immediately fought back the urge to belch.

The conversation wandered as they talked about the heat and his construction project, but she eventually steered the questions around to his romantic life. He was certainly a handsome young man who would never have trouble attracting women ….younger or older. His blue eyes and short blond hair and tanned, rugged appearance would attract a wide range of women, regardless of age, she thought. As they talked, however, she had manage to move, causing the hem to creep up another inch or two and the front of her garment to gap slightly, something his eyes had not missed. Causally, she mentioned how tan his arms were and had reached over and stroked his muscular forearm and patter his wrist at one point. The seemingly innocent contact caused her to shivered slightly as she felt his muscles flex as a wave of pure lust race through her. He had noticed all of this, but simply smiled at her. While working at the house, he had often wondered what a woman of sixty might be like, but never dared to even imagine if she’d be interested in him, still practically a kid in her eyes.

She found herself losing track of the conversation as she wondered what his reaction would be if a woman old enough to be his grandmother were to make a move on him. He’d probably freak-out, she thought, leaving her embarrassed. Probably better play it straight, she thought, but yet, there seemed to be more than a passing interest in her boobs and where that hem seemed to be moving. A few minutes later, her hand moved again, almost involuntarily, stroking his forearm a second time. Looking him directly in his eyes, she commented on how strong young men were these days …… and handsome, too. In part because of her inner most thoughts ….. and in part because of the air conditioning and the silky fabric of her silky robe moving over them, she was definitely becoming aroused and realized her nipples were hard as rocks … something that had not escaped either of them!

David had not missed anything! He was well aware that something was going on between them and was finding it difficult to look directly into her eyes when talking to her. When she spoke, her voice was a million miles, as if she was talking through a long tube and he continued to be helplessly drawn to those incredible boobs with those great, pointed and hardened nipples that were only inches away from him. Oh, how he desired to reach out and touch them …. but fearful of the consequences!

“It seems to be quite cool in here,” she said rather nonchalantly, as she moved the palms of her hands up and down the outside of her own bare arms, a gesture intended to warm the skin. This only caused him to focus on that motion which was causing her breasts to sway. It also enhance the visibility of her already visible cleavage as her robe moved on it’s own. Following his eyes for a moment, she glanced down at her cleavage, only to see that her nipples totally outline in the fabric, their arousal totally obvious.

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Bonnie did her best to suppress the excitement in her loins as she stared ahead at the busy highway.

The big V8 engine in the convertible hummed with power as the miles of interstate clicked by. She knew the thoughts she was having – had been having for over a year – were wrong, but she couldn’t help herself. She knew in her heart that before this trip was over, she would fuck her son, her only child, who sat next to her on the passenger seat. She felt herself becoming aroused as she looked over at her beautiful, sensual son, who possessed the same good looks, the same athletic build, the same piercing blue eyes, the same thick, wavy hair, and the same long, fat cock as his father.

She smiled wistfully at the memories. Her relationship with Garth had been like a line out of “Me and Bobby McGee,” the Janis Joplin version. They had had a brief, but intense romance that summer of 1980 as they followed the Grateful Dead on their summer tour. They had been rock-and-roll gypsies among the Deadheads as they wandered through the Midwest and East Coast. When the tour ended in July, she had been tempted to follow Garth back to California, but she was approaching her senior year in high school, so she reluctantly returned to her home in North Carolina.

Maybe it had been fate, since that period was the only time in her life that she had gotten lax with birth control, because by the time October rolled around, Bonnie found herself pregnant. She had considered an abortion, but decided she couldn’t go through with it, so she resolved to, not only have, but to keep her baby. It was a decision she had questioned just about every day for the next seven months, because she was so sick she had to quit school. Fortunately, her widowed mother, who had strongly disapproved of her daughter’s lifestyle, but had been powerless to stop her, stepped up and was there for her right up to the very end.

Jason’s arrival the next spring had radically changed her life, not at first for the better. She had been a regular party girl from the time she was 13, not long after her beloved father had died suddenly of a heart attack. Having a baby at age 18 had ended that phase of her life, but the one she entered proved just as dangerous. She had desperately tried to find a father for her son, but looked in all the wrong places. She had married twice; her first husband simply walked out on her after just six months; the second had been an abusive alcoholic who had nearly killed her one night in a fit of rage.

Only the timely intervention of her mother – a steel magnolia if there ever was one – prevented Bonnie and her son from becoming murder statistics. That incident had served to straighten Bonnie’s life out. She had quit drinking and drugs, moved to Atlanta to make a fresh start, got her GED, then had gone on to college at Georgia State while working two jobs. She had always been smart in school, especially with numbers, and with the help of a young woman who had been her roommate (and occasional lover), she had finished in three years with honors.

She had gone to work as a CPA for a large accounting firm downtown, then had started her own company, which specialized in tax preparation. She had proven to be a successful businesswoman, but the cost had been her social life. Between Jason and her business, she hadn’t had time for dating. Also, she had been afraid that her checkered past would catch up with her, and after her married experiences, she was a little soured on men.

It wasn’t that she was unattractive; on the contrary, Bonnie at age 38 was a fine specimen of femininity. She was about 5-7 and slender, the result of a strict diet and a vigorous exercise regimen. She had long legs, a flat stomach and a splendid ass that had just the right amount of curve to it. She carried a nice pair of 34C-size breasts that had just hung just about perfectly on her chest. Bonnie wore her bright red hair down to the middle of her back; her skin was a deep ivory with a light dusting of freckles. She had a pretty, open face, with a small, narrow nose, and her eyes were a deep hazel.

At first, she had had plenty of offers for dates, but she consistently turned them down, and finally the offers had petered out. That suited her. She had been burned and abused by men so much in her earlier life that she trusted no man. No man, that is, except her son. Jason had never failed to measure up to his mother’s expectations. She had devoted herself to making sure he didn’t make the same mistakes she had, and, for the most part, he hadn’t. He’d been an honor student in high school and had gone on to the University of Georgia, where he was an honor student in accounting, like his mom. He had completed three years and was anticipating his senior year, after which he would have his pick of jobs.

Bonnie had thought she was ready for Jason to leave the house when he went off to college, but she had found that she missed him being around all the time. Her big, rambling house in the older section Ankara bayan escort of Marietta had been lonely without Jason and his buddies hanging around. Thank heaven, she thought, he was less than an hour away. She had visited him frequently, or he had come home, most weekends and holidays. And she had looked forward to their reunions with an unseemly eagerness.

Along the way, she began to realize that she missed sex. Seven years had passed since she’d last had a man – or a woman, for that matter – and while masturbation was OK, she missed the intimate touch of another person. Yet she had so effectively boxed in her life that the only person she was close to was Jason, and he was off at college most of the time, and was, after all, her son.

It had been about 18 months ago that the dynamics of their relationship had changed. Jason had been home for Christmas break, and one night she had seen him slip out the back door into the back yard. Puzzled, she had followed him to a little wooded area at the back of the yard. She had smelled what he was doing before she actually saw him. He was smoking a joint, and the familiar aroma brought the memories flooding back. She knew she should be upset that he had taken up the evil weed, but then realized that it had been such a long time since she had gotten high and that she missed it. So she had cleared her throat loudly to let him know she was there.

She still chuckled over the look on his face when he had realized first that he’d been busted, then when she casually asked him to pass her the still-lengthy joint. They had gotten good and stoned that night, and had talked long into the night. She had revealed a great deal about her past that Jason had never known, or that he had known deep inside, but had never understood, and it had brought them even closer. It turned out that Jason wasn’t a heavy toker; it was just something he did occasionally for relaxation after he’d finished his school work, at parties and rock shows, or, significantly, for sexual arousal.

That night had been a revelation for both of them. Until then, it had never really sunk into Bonnie’s consciousness that her boy was now a man; and it had never really hit Jason that his mother was a woman, and a damn good-looking one at that. But after that, they looked at each other in a new light.

She wasn’t sure when her erotic dreams about Jason started, but one night she definitely realized that she was fantasizing about having sex with her son. At first, she couldn’t see his face, but she could see his body well enough. They had always been pretty casual about dress around the house, and she had put in a hot tub on her back patio that they had often used, so each of them had a pretty fair idea of what the other might look like with no clothes on. Soon, Bonnie was dreaming, then actively fantasizing about Jason fucking her. She would picture his handsome face contorting in orgiastic pleasure as he pounded his hard cock in her wet, red-trimmed pussy as she masturbated herself to shattering orgasms.

For his part, Jason had always adored his mom. Sure, they had had their arguments, but they always made it a point to resolve any differences that may have come up, and he had always appreciated the sacrifices she had made for him. Still, he had never consciously thought of Bonnie as a sex object, but after they started occasionally getting high together, he began to think a lot differently about her. He had always gotten angry when his friends at school had made suggestive comments about his mom, but now it made him proud that his lovely mother could have such an effect on young men.

The following summer had been torture for both of them. They were each beginning to obsess with each other sexually, but they had been too afraid of the social taboos to act, or even speak, of their shared obsession. That had been a year ago. Now, as Jason approached his senior year of college, each sensed that the moment of truth was at hand. Bonnie had thought about little else over the previous few months, and so had Jason.

Bonnie thought that maybe strange beds would work strange magic, so she had decided that what they needed was a long vacation together. They’d close up the office – it was the slow time of the year, anyway – and drive out West at their leisure, tramping around with no set itinerary, going wherever they wanted whenever they wanted. They had rented a vintage 1968 GTO convertible, stocked up with a sizable quantity of weed and off they went.

They were now eight hours down the road on their adventure. They had talked a lot about a lot of things, but had avoided the subject of sex. Bonnie knew Jason didn’t have a steady girlfriend, but she was afraid to broach the subject of sex for fear of rejection. Subconsciously, each knew their relationship was about to take a dramatic turn, and they wanted to be careful how they proceeded.

They had alternated driving that first day, because they wanted to get as far as they could Escort bayan Ankara while they were still reasonably fresh. They had driven into the night, then stopped at a motel for the night. Bonnie had showered and gone straight to bed, exhausted by the long day on the road. Jason had gotten his shower a little later then crawled between the cool sheets of the motel bed. He looked over at his sexy mom, sleeping peacefully in the next bed, and his cock became inflamed. He hadn’t gotten laid since right before the end of school and he was horny, so thinking about his beautiful mother, asleep and dressed only in her nightshirt, got his cock up and roaring to its full 10 inches.

Taking it in hand, he stroked it as quietly as possible, vividly picturing her hot pussy engulfing his swollen member. It didn’t take very long for him to shoot a tremendous load into the sheets, groaning slightly as he did, then he turned over and went peacefully to sleep.

When the morning came, they each felt refreshed by the wide-open spaces of Texas that greeted them. They decided not to push it quite as hard that day, and only drove about seven hours before coming to a fair-sized town in west Texas, where they stopped at a motel that had a pool. After settling in, they had gotten their swimsuits on and headed out to the pool. Bonnie had bought a new suit for the trip, a purple bikini that didn’t leave a lot to the imagination. Jason had worn a pair of tight trunks that failed to disguise the outline of his large cock. When they realized that they were ogling each other, they laughed nervously.

“You shouldn’t be looking at me like that,” Bonnie said teasingly, as she took a sip of a cold drink while lying on a lounger soaking up rays. Jason blushed as he realized that he’d been caught. “Sorry, Mom, it’s just that you look really good in that suit, and it’s hard to look away. Besides, I saw you looking, too.”

“That’s OK, darling, you’ve got a wonderful body and you should be proud of it,” Bonnie replied. “You are very easy on a girl’s eyes, and I couldn’t help but look.” As she spoke, Bonnie could feel a trickle of wetness seep from her crack, and Jason just stared at his mother and tried to cover up the growing lump in his pants. They swam for a little while then showered, dressed and went to dinner.

Later, they had watched some television and talked, but again avoided the subject of sex, although it was rather like the elephant in the room, something big hanging over their heads. They finally went to bed, but neither could sleep, although they tried to make it appear that they were. Soon, Bonnie heard the rhythmic slapping of Jason’s hand on his cock under the covers of the other bed, and it made her pussy gush. She ran her index finger up her puffy slit to her blood-engorged clitoris and began to finger her cunt, slowly at first, then faster. Jason stopped for just a second and thrilled to the squishy sound of his mom working her hand in her pussy. That triggered him to shoot another huge load into the sheets. Hearing Jason cum pushed Bonnie over the edge, and she convulsed quietly as she came on her hand. As they each drifted off to sleep, they both had the same thought: tomorrow would be the night.

They reached Phoenix the next day, Saturday. They stayed in a nice hotel that was close to a dinner/dance club that featured a decent band that specialized in classic rock. After a nice steak dinner and a couple of drinks, the band took the stage and they sat back to enjoy the music. They were seated in a corner booth that afforded them as much privacy as one could expect. Jason sat next to his mother and felt his feet moving in time to the music. Instinctively, he put his arm around Bonnie’s shoulders and pulled her close, and she responded with a long sigh as she laid her head on his shoulder. Their thighs touched and they could feel the electricity begin to build.

Bonnie had chosen to wear a sleeveless red mini-skirt that fit fairly tight across her chest. On impulse, she had decided to leave her underwear in her suitcase. Jason had on a pair of khaki shorts and a loose shirt with an Hawaiian-style print.

About halfway through the band’s first set, they played a raucous version of “Casey Jones,” and that got Bonnie and Jason up and onto the dance floor. They danced and boogied and drank for the next two hours. Or, rather, Bonnie drank, to the tune of several of her favored tequila sunrises, but Jason switched to soda after about three beers. They had a great time, especially Jason, who couldn’t help but admire his mother’s cleavage as they sat next to each other or the swing of her hips as they danced.

Finally, the band segued into a slow, sensuous number. Jason pulled Bonnie close to him and felt the heat of her body, and she, in turn could feel the growing length of his cock as it pressed against her. Pressing ahead, Jason ran his hands down the small of her back to her butt, and drew a sharp intake of breath as he realized his mother was Bayan escort Ankara obviously not wearing panties. He looked down at his mom, and she met his gaze with an intense look that thrilled him.

When the song ended, they fairly staggered back to their table. They looked deeply at each other for a long, pregnant moment, not speaking. Then, Jason leaned over and kissed Bonnie on the lips. He wasn’t sure what he expected, but what he got was Bonnie’s open mouth and her tongue dancing in his mouth in an open invitation. Their tongues darted and danced over and around each other as the passion – the obsession – they had held back for so long began to come out in a torrent. Jason ran his right hand up Bonnie’s dress, up the inside of her thigh, to her dripping gash, which opened up to him like the petals of a flower. Her pussy lips weren’t large, but they were wet, thick and puffy with intense arousal. As Jason felt his mother up, Bonnie’s left hand caressed her son’s bulking cock, which hung low in his shorts. After making out like that for what seemed like ages, they broke the kiss and again stared at each other without speaking.

It was Jason who finally spoke first. He knew nothing now but to put everything on the table. “Mom, I want to fuck you,” he said in a soft voice. “I know how lonely you’ve been, how you’ve given up having a social life to provide a good life for us. Mom, I want to make you feel sexy again. I want to make you feel young again. I’ve wanted you for a very long time, and I think you’ve wanted me for just about as long.”

Jason’s words just melted Bonnie. She’d had just enough to drink to be bold, to be totally honest with her beloved son. Giving his cock a hard squeeze, she answered, “Oh, Jason, honey, if you only knew how much I’ve wanted you, how much I love you. You have always been everything in the world to me. You’re my life; you’re my love; you’re the best man I know. Oh, baby, yes, I want to fuck you too. Take me back to the hotel and fuck me. It’s been so long; I need you, baby, the way a woman needs the man she loves.”

They were in a lustful daze as they paid the check and walked hand-in-hand to the car for the short drive to their hotel. Once inside, they kissed deeply for several long minutes, soaking up each other’s passion. “We’d better get back to the hotel, or I might have to jump you right here,” said Bonnie in a teasing tone, as she curled up next to him on the seat. Jason reached in the glove compartment and pulled out a joint, which they smoked on the ride back to the hotel. After they had finished, Jason ran his right hand up Bonnie’s dress and lightly stroked her pussy while holding the wheel with his other hand. Bonnie could feel the grandmother of all orgasms welling up inside her as her son expertly twiddled her twat. But Jason was a long way from letting Bonnie cum just yet, and besides the hotel loomed.

They were on each other as soon as the door to their room closed, kissing feverishly and running their hands all over each other’s body. Jason quickly found the zipper to Bonnie’s dress, unzipped it and let it fall to the floor. Bonnie stood proudly naked in front of her son, her new lover. Jason just whistled as he got his first look at his mother’s nakedness. “God, Mom, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, drinking in the sight of Bonnie’s pink-tipped tits and red-framed pussy.

Bonnie walked up to her son and began to undress him. She unbuttoned his shirt, then unbuttoned and unzipped Jason’s shorts and let them fall to the floor. She could quickly see his throbbing cock as it poked through the hole in his boxers. Bonnie felt her pussy lurch as she saw Jason’s hard cock for the first time. She had had plenty of cocks during her wild years, but this was the largest, finest piece of male manhood she’d ever seen. It was easily 10 inches and thick, around an inch and a half in diameter. Bonnie pulled its entire length out of his underpants and began to stroke it with both hands as they resumed kissing, this time more passionately than ever.

Jason was fascinated by his mother’s breasts, the firmness of her flesh, the pink, up-turned nipples. He squeezed each one in turn, then bent down to kiss, suck and lick each nipple. He loved on Bonnie’s tits, while she caressed his cock. After a few minutes, she unsnapped his shorts and let them drop to the floor. Then she stepped back to admire her prize. Jason stood naked in front of his mother, tight and muscular, his chest heaving with desire. His cock stood out from his stomach at an obscene length. Bonnie bit her lower lip as they embraced, rubbing their nakedness together, before kissing him again hotly.

“Take me to bed and fuck me with your gorgeous cock,” Bonnie panted. Then she walked between the two beds, pulled the covers back on one, lay back and opened her legs, exposing her fiery red gash to her son’s lustful gaze. Just to make sure he got the point, she ran her fingers through her pussy, opening up her insides to his view. When she had gotten her fingers good and wet, she pressed them to his lips as he descended to the bed. “Before you fuck me, I want you to eat me, make my pussy sing and make me cum,” she purred. “I’m yours to do anything you please. God, Jason, I want you so baaaaaad.”

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Emilia burned for her husband to notice her again. It wasn’t that they stopped having sex, but over a twenty-year marriage, Jim’s insatiable need for her dwindled to perfunctory clockwork humps that usually ended with him using her vibrator on Emilia to come long after he did. And when they were done, he’d almost immediately launch into a talk about his day, with no hint of passion, of love.

Even so, Emilia might have stayed in her boring, uninspired rut for the rest of her days if a perfect shitstorm didn’t blow through her life. First came the news that her son Landon, the brightest point in her life, was moving in with his girlfriend instead of coming home that summer. Emilia was proud of him for growing up, of course, and his girlfriend was a well-adjusted wonderful woman who would be graduating college in another year, but Landon was only nineteen, damn it. He should be home with her where she could take care of him while he worked a summer job or two. Of course Emilia recognized she was being selfish, and she wished him and his girlfriend all the best, but at home, alone, she felt a desperate pang of loneliness.

That loneliness was compounded when Jim announced he’d be taking on an early night shift for the power company. It was a step up for them monetarily, but with her job as a florist and his already-comfortable salary, they really didn’t need the extra money. He was adamant, though, especially since his boss dangled a managerial position in front of him like a carrot. Emilia hadn’t seen him this excited in years, and though the nights would be rough, she would survive for him.

The storm force winds were further amplified by the return of her son’s three best friends from colleges around the state. Each of them had blossomed from the gangly awkward teenagers she knew and loved into handsome young men, likely the fantasies of many of the women on their campuses. They were nineteen or twenty now, but Emilia had never thought of them as anything more than frequent guests at her house, even if she’d caught their stares and muttered conversations about her looks to one another throughout the years. They were boys, after all, and though she had to scold them a few times, they behaved.

They came over late in the afternoon just a few days after they got home for summer break. Emilia was fresh off a yoga workout, her mat still laid out in the middle of the living room. Her dark hair was swept back in a ponytail, her girls tightly encased in a sports bra and white tank. Her yoga pants definitely showed off a lot more of her body, but she had on a pair of athletic boy shorts underneath, so it wasn’t like she was going to be giving everything away.

Emilia bounded to the door, wondering who it was, and was pleasantly surprised to find Simon, Jaxton, and Milo. She’d seen Jaxton’s unmistakable car in his parents’ driveway that morning — he had the thing plastered in decals and it was unmissable just a few doors down — but hadn’t realized the other two boys were home.

Boys? The three of them looked like men now. Gone was Milo’s weedy frame and mop of red hair. He’d cleaned up and filled out nicely, even sporting some sleek muscles under a tight-fitting tee. Jaxton, a halfback in high school and college, had always been muscular, but now his short-cropped hair made him look ten years older. And Simon, their ringleader, he had grown up most of all. His fiercely intelligent eyes were framed by waves of curly brown hair that hung nearly to his cheeks. It was a look both boyish and incredibly fetching.

Jesus, what is wrong with you? Emilia thought. These are your sons’ friends. You might be in a rut but take it down a notch.

“Hey guys!” she said, already moving out of the way for them to come in. She was a bit surprised and amused they knocked for once instead of barging right in like they used to.

“Hey, Mrs. Candless!” Milo said. Of all of them, even her son, Milo was always going to be the youngest in spirit. He was bouncy and excitable, and she loved his youthful energy, especially when he was dragging her son on an adventure somewhere and getting him out of the house and away from his games and video streams.

“Hey!” Jaxton said with his usual blunt efficiency. People sometimes confused him for stupid, but he had been third in their class and earned a big scholarship to study mechanical engineering. His quiet stoicism was, as he said, because he didn’t have much to say.

“Mrs. Candless,” Simon said, grinning like he knew she was thinking about how handsome they’d become. That smile won him a dozen girlfriends throughout the years in high school, and Emilia had little doubt that number had skyrocketed in college. “You look great. Caught you in a workout?”

“Just doing some yoga. I’m down five pounds,” she said, her fingers twitching. She wanted to place them at her hips, her go-to move when she was flirting or being flirted with. “And look at you guys! Wow. You grew up. Yummy little things.”

Oh damn it, had she really just said that? Yummy?

Simon’s Ankara escort grin spread, and yup, Emilia’s panties were now officially going to be drenched. Sweet, oblivious Milo said, “Is Landon home yet? We were going to go golfing and thought we’d grab him.”

“Oh, he didn’t tell you? He and his girlfriend are moving in together. They’re staying there this summer.”

“Aw, man,” Milo groaned.

“Come in anyways. Sit for a few minutes and keep me company.”

The guys spread out in the living room, Simon lounged like a cat in the armchair Emilia’s husband usually favored, while the other two took the couch. She leaned over to grab her yoga mat, in profile to the guys. She caught all three of them staring at her boobs or her butt. Inwardly, she smirked. Still had it.

“Get you guys something to eat? Drink?”

Simon asked, “Got any of your sun tea?”

“You know it. Milo? Jaxton?”

“Oh yeah,” Jaxton said, grinning.

Milo nodded. “Thanks, Mrs. Candless.”

Emilia headed into the kitchen to get them some of her tea. The boys, when they were younger, could go through a whole pitcher of the stuff in one sitting, especially with Landon around. While she was pouring them each a massive glass full of it, she heard Milo whispering out in the living room, “Holy shit, her ass in those pants.”

“No kidding,” Jaxton breathed. “How did she get even hotter?”

Emilia grinned to herself. Still the same old guys. It was nice to be noticed. She’d been working her ass off — or rather, on, trying to tone up her butt and lose a little extra around her thighs. It seemed to be working.

She put a little extra sashay to her walk when she came back in. three glasses of iced tea in hand. They sipped, and told her about college and their jobs for the summer.

“And girls?” Emilia asked, winking at Milo.

He grinned sheepishly. “Ahhh, I had a girlfriend, but we decided to break up a couple months ago.”

“I had a pair of them,” Jaxton grunted. “Cheerleaders. Too much drama.”

“At the same time?” Emilia asked, hoping they didn’t notice her shift or press her damp thighs together at the thought of Jaxton with two women.

“Yeah,” Jaxton said with a grin.

“And they… knew?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Whew.” Emilia glanced at Simon. “How about you, stud?”

“Ooh, I like that,” Simon said. “Nothing serious.”

“Is it ever with you?” she asked.

“I mean, hey, Mrs. Candless, if it was you, I’d settle down and be a one-woman guy the rest of my life.” He made a kissing sound at her and Milo laughed.

“How you even get a date with lines like that,” Emilia said, but she was secretly flattered. It was harmless flirting, she knew, but damn it, his good looks were intoxicating.

“How about you?” Milo asked. “How’s Jim treating you?”

“Things are good,” Emilia said. “He just got a promotion, so, you know, it’s good.”

“You sound thrilled,” Simon said.

She gave him a faint smile. “Is it obvious? It’s fine. It really is. He’s just working late afternoons up until midnight now, and usually longer than that. And with Landon not…” Stinging tears rushed up in her without warning, tears she’d been holding back for days, and Emilia choked up. Milo and Simon were there in a flash, taking either side of the chair she was sitting on and rubbing her back. Jaxton was only a moment behind. With no room, he just stood there, rubbing his hands, but his presence was a comfort anyways. Whatever flirting had been done earlier, their compassion was real, and they hugged her in turn, Simon moving so Jaxton could get in there and show her some love.

“Hey,” Simon said when the tears had died down. “You’re not alone this summer, Mrs. Candless.”

“Yeah!” Jaxton said cheerfully. “You got us.”

Milo grinned. “Aren’t we supposed to be trying to make her feel better? Not make her cry?

Emilia laughed through the last of her tears, and clutched Jaxton and Milo’s hands. She blinked up at them in turn and sniffed. “Thank you, boys.”

“Ah, you’re welcome,” Simon said. “You’re our block mom. We kinda love ya, if you didn’t know.”

She clicked her tongue and started crying again, but this time it seemed healthier, less despondent. When she came back down from it, Milo was picking up after the guys and hauling all the glasses out to the kitchen. Jaxton and Simon sat back down on the edge of the couch.

Simon said, “Guys, whaddya think? Drag Mrs. Candless with us to hit a bucket of balls?”

“Oh, really-” Emilia started to protest, but Milo and Jaxton interrupted her as one.

“Oh hell yeah,” Jaxton grunted.

“Yup!” Milo agreed.

Emilia stared between the three of them. “You guys should go enjoy yourselves.”

Simon leaned down and took her under the arm. His fingers brushed against the side of her breast, no more than a flick, and Emilia hoped he didn’t notice her shorter breath. “Come on, Mrs. Candless. We don’t take it seriously anyways. Besides, you’ll give us something beautiful to stare Ankara escort bayan at when we’re playing with our clubs.”

She groaned but let herself be lifted to her feet. “That’s awful.”

Simon leaned in close and winked. “Yeah. But you love it.”

And she did. Emilia really did.

* * *

She didn’t think of skorts as being sexy in the slightest, but Simon, Jaxton, and Milo all kept staring at her long legs and taut thighs. A year ago Emilia might have scolded them, but the truth was, their gazes and naked hunger for her turned her on.

These are your sons’ friends, the sane part of Emilia’s mind warned her.

Uh huh, the sexual goddess within her purred. And it’s perfectly legal to think about riding their faces. Or their dicks.

Apart from the skorts, she tossed on a sleeveless blouse, and okay, maybe she undid an extra button, but she still had on the sports bra, so it wasn’t really a big deal. Was it?

Emilia insisted on paying for their bucket of balls. No one else was out on the driving range, though the course itself looked pretty busy. They set up their golf bags and put on a little music on Milo’s phone. Hip-hop beats backed them as the three guys pushed their tees into the grass. When Emilia bent over to do the same, she glanced back to see all three of them nakedly staring at her ass.

“Eyes up, boys,” she said, and they looked away when secretly she wanted them to stare. When was the last time Jim looked at her with that kind of hunger? Ten years? Fifteen, more like. Sure, they were still intimate on occasion, but not since this new job, and even before then, the sex had a perfunctory nature to it. Making love — no, good sweaty sex — should be more than just two people doing the marital equivalent of taking out the garbage.

With that thought in mind, Emilia grabbed her driver and took up a position at her ball. She knew the boys were staring at her again, so this time, pretending not to notice, she gave her ass a little shimmy. Milo was the least subtle of the bunch and audibly sighed in pleasure. The other two were silent until she made her shot.

“Great drive,” Jaxton said.

“Good form,” Simon said, openly staring at her legs.

She grinned at him. “Oh? My form, huh? Let’s see how you stroke it. Your balls, I mean.”

Milo burst out laughing, and Jaxton shook his head. Simon smirked, and lined up his driver. He reared back and gave the ball a blistering smack on the ass.

“What do you think?” he asked. “Long enough for you?”

“Mm,” Emilia said, pretending to ponder that. “I’ve seen longer.”

Jaxton groaned, “The puns are going to kill me.”

They settled in. Emilia had to admit, the driving range was just what she needed. Hitting something helped her blow off steam. Who’d have thought it? The guys settled into a conversation mostly among themselves, talking about long-term plans throughout the summer. They were thinking about going up to the mountains to camp sometime, a summer must, and of course, there was the Fourth, which was usually their city’s biggest holiday.

Emilia might have warded off the boys’ wandering eyes when she mildly scolded them earlier when she bent over, but by her sixth or so ball, they were back to staring whenever she bent over. Her form was slipping, and Jaxton said, “Hey, Mrs. Candless, you mind a pointer?”

“No, not at all.”

“You’re swinging too wide.”

“Huh?” she asked.

“Happens to me when I’ve been playing for a while,” he said. “Here.”

He came over with his own driver, and in slow motion, brought his club back in a swing. “Right about here,” he said. “Try that.”

Emilia lined up as he backed away, and did as he directed. Her swing immediately improved, and she smiled at him. “Thanks, Jaxton.”

“You bet.”

Milo said, “Hey, I think I can help too.”

“Oh?” she asked.

He came over and sidled up behind her. Without warning, he reached around her and took the club, his groin sliding against the fabric of her ass. “You’re gripping it too high,” he murmured into her ear.

She should have told him to back up, but the contact, the closeness of his cock was so pleasurable all Emilia could think to do was glance over her shoulder and murmur, “Gotta have the right grip.”

“Mm hm,” Milo said, his smile widening. Oh God, but if they hadn’t been out in the open like this, that smile could have led to some very bad things. “Try it.”

She brought back the club as his hands fell to her waist. Emilia brought down the club at the same time as Milo ground harder against her. The ball shot wide left, and he backed away as Jaxton cracked up.

“Nah, nah,” he said. “Here. I gotta show you again.”

Jaxton came around behind her, and Emilia was dwarfed by the bulk of him. His hands came around her and she eased back against his hard muscles, sucking in a breath when she thought she felt his cock surge against her ass. He breathed against her neck, “You had it right the first time. Gotta grip it near the Escort Ankara tip. That a girl. Like that.”

She brought her arms back again, and Jaxton dropped his hands to her waist, just as Milo had. Along the way, though, his hands brushed the sides of her breasts, and her hands shook as the club reached its zenith. When she swung, the ball careened right, and reluctantly, Jaxton stepped back.

“My turn,” Simon said, and stepped forward to reach around her waist.

“And what advice do you have?” Emilia asked as he pulled her back against him. Something iron hard pressed against her back.

“Advice?” he breathed into her ear. “Grip it however the hell you want to, Mrs. Candless.”

She couldn’t help shivering against him, and brought her arms back in one more swing. His hands fell to her waist, and he cupped her ass between them as she swung. The ball flew perfectly straight.

The mood shifted after that. Their playful banter stopped, and now the boys were staring at Emilia with an openness that in equal parts excited and unnerved her. She hit another couple balls, this time without anyone’s “help,” and called it a day.

“You boys have fun,” she said.

“See you again soon, Mrs. Candless?” Milo asked hopefully.

Whatever inner turmoil was going on, Emilia smiled at him. “You don’t need to keep me company this summer.”

“If it isn’t obvious, we want to,” he said, anything but smiling.

Oh Lord, this summer was going to kill her.

* * *

“You are not going to masturbate to them,” Emilia told herself in the mirror at every red light. “You are not going to masturbate to them. You are not going to masturbate to them.”

When she got home, her clothes flew off her as she raced to her bedroom. Their bedroom, she reminded herself, glancing at a picture of Jim and blushing. Sure, she’d fantasized about plenty of guys in twenty years of marriage. But none of them had been anything more than a passing fancy. Simon, Milo, and Jaxton? She wanted them in each of her holes, and she wanted it now. If they showed up at her door, she would have let them in and begged for it.

All her resolve fell by the wayside as she jerked open the nightstand’s drawer and pulled out her favorite toy, a six-inch-long clit vibrator, wide on one end, a round point at the other. It had about ten settings ranging from, “Eh, I just need a little massaging and I’ll get there eventually” to “I’m looking for satisfaction right this fucking second.” Emilia turned it on to eight, three past her usual setting. She thought about it, flopped onto the bed, and flicked the vibrator to a full ten. She didn’t want to be teased. All the teasing was done already, out there on the course, by those three boys — men, now, delicious men.

As the vibrator touched her clit, she thought about Milo’s fearlessness in touching her, in clutching her tight.

“Take me Milo,” Emilia whispered, her eyes squeezed shut.

As her legs parted wide, she thought about Jaxton dropping her shorts and holding her in those powerful arms, crushing her to his muscles as he fucked her over and over and over again.

“Mm, Jaxton, fuck me hard,” she cried out.

But most of all, she thought about Simon, and that rock-hard prick of his against her back, the hot breath of his words against her ears. She thought about taking their cocks in her hands, maybe sucking one of them down while she jerked the other two off. In her fantasy, it was Simon who got the blowjob, and Jaxton and Milo in her hands, but oh God, she wanted all of them in every possible way.

“Fuck me Simon,” she gasped, “Oooh, fuck my slutty face.”

They were her son’s best friends.

And Emilia burned for them like she’d never burned for anyone. Not even Jim. Not even her husband.

She came like a geyser, her feet rolling, her knees pumping up at the air as her orgasm rushed through her. Her lips parted in a sharp cry, and Emilia finished, panting for them, gasping for the young men to fill her hands, her mouth, her pussy.

And as she came down, Emilia opened her eyes. A few pictures of her and Jim and Landon hung on the opposite wall, and she blushed as she looked at the younger, happier versions of herself, the ones that weren’t so desperate, so lonely.

* * *

The cheerleading coach knelt on all fours, stuffing her face full of Jaxton’s cock as he idly stroked her head. Ms. Rosie Brook had been Milo’s first conquest when he turned eighteen. On a bet from Simon, he walked right into her office, told her he’d just turned eighteen, and kissed her right there. It was ballsy and should have led to him getting expelled. Instead, ten minutes later, he was deep in her cunt from behind, fucking her bent over her desk as she howled his name.

Just five years older than they were, Ms. Brook was a blonde stunner, with honey-gold hair, a wide smile capped by plush lips, and an ass that all of them loved to plow on a regular basis when they were home. Her big tits swayed as she enthusiastically drove her mouth up and down Jaxton’s cock. Of all of them, he was her favorite. She had a thing for black young men.

“If we do this,” Simon said, rolling his bottle of beer hand to hand, “it fucks things up between us and Landon. Forever.”

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It was a short trip to the pizza parlor, and as Lana and Fabain walked to meet with Elizabeth, Jeff, Susan, and Ralph, Lana didn’t have quite the same swagger as she did before her recent plowing. Fabian chalked this up to nothing more than a good job, having recently left what he knew was a monstrous pile of jism in Lana’s ass. He didn’t mind the change in her gait; it was just another thing to admire.

The other four had gotten a table a few minutes earlier. There were six beers on the table and the menus (if there had been any) were gone. The scent of mediocre Midwest pizza filled the air. Sitting down with Susan on one side and Fabian on the other, Lana took care to spread her dress around her, her ass and pussy directly on the dirty chair. She had exactly enough discretion to not flash the entire restaurant, but only because the school tours meant that there were families about. She was very subtle about brushing her shoulder against Susan, less so when she tapped her toe against Beth’s thigh.

The six chatted amiably. Food came, and they finished their first round. Someone told a joke at which Lana laughed longer than anyone else. As she slowed, the other five heard her little fart. Susan and Elizabeth’s eyebrows rose in a way perceptible only to the three women.

“Oh, excuse me,” Lana said, “I think I should make a trip to the ladies’ room.” She rose slowly. As she pushed her chair all the way under the table her hand brushed Susan’s napkin and it fell to the floor. “We’ll join you as soon as I’ve retrieved this napkin,” Susan said. She crawled under the table to get it, taking a little longer than she needed to, and rose facing away from the other members of their party. Susan took Elizabeth’s hand and the walked to the ladies room. She knocked on the door three times. There was a click before they entered, and Elizabeth was careful to lock it again behind them.

Lana’s voice was instantly stern. “Show me.” Susan opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. A small dollop of Fabian’s cum rested there, mixed with some of Susan’s saliva. “Feed her,” was the next order. Elizabeth’s eyes smiled and she opened her mouth. Susan, taller than the other two, stood over Elizabeth and let the prize trickle to her third.

“Now. How should I rank you today?” Lana circled the other two. Susan’s frame was similar to hers, lithe and a bit longer. Her shoulder-length hair Ankara escort had had its blonde-ness refreshed not long ago. Elizabeth was smaller, mousier, a little plumper but no less hot. Where the other two held their dresses high with their tits, she spilled forth like a Medieval wench. Finally, Lana decided. “It’s an anal day, so asses it is. She with the smoothest bud shall claim her prize.”

The two immediately lifted their own dresses, dropped their thongs, and bent full at the waist, their hands on the sink. “There’s no need for you not to have fun,” Lana said, as she walked behind them and stroked their behinds lovingly. Wanting nothing more than to please Lana, Elizabeth took the initiative and moved in on Susan. She lifted one hand from the counter and reached for a nipple, finding it already firming under the promise of the future. Elizabeth dove her face under Susan’s and opened her mouth. Susan took the invitation and the two played tongue tag, gently licking at each other as their leader made her rounds, but not touching lips.

Lana knelt behind Susan first and spread her cheeks with one hand. She found the pink of a not-too-distant bleaching and the pleasing smell of a clean ass. She reached her finger forward to count the hairs and Susan squirmed at the touch, which caused Lana’s grip on her cheeks to falter. She stood up immediately and slapped Susan’s ass. “Fun does not preclude discipline!” Susan apologized curtly and they all resumed their activities. Lana’s finger took half a minute to trail along the pink before stating, “Very good,” and tapping the hole lightly.

Elizabeth was nervous; her beau liked a little fuzz on his produce and even though she knew Lana would make this inspection she had not prepared adequately. Lana inhaled above her ass and opened it. She stroked the inside of each cheek lightly. “I don’t need a finger for this one,” she said, and Elizabeth was genuinely disappointed at the lack of contact. Lana bit her sharply just below her left cheek. Elizabeth cried out.

“Young Susan has won the honor,” Lana said. (She was always their senior, despite a negligible difference in age.) “From where would you like to drink?”

The two disentangled themselves and rose. “I will take his essence from you,” Susan stated immediately.

“Good,” said Lana. “Lift me.”

Having frequented this restaurant in college, the women knew their Ankara escort bayan places. The distance between the sink and the toilet was just about perfect for Lana to straddle comfortably. With extreme control, she held her anal sphincter closed as Susan went behind her to her right foot, Elizabeth in front and to her left. With the two feet on their respective perches, the young ladies proceeded to lick from the ball of each ankle to Lana’s center. They met underneath and kissed briefly before beginning.

“Quickly, ladies,” Lana said sternly. “We’re in the bathroom not the bedroom.”

Susan began her work on Lana’s ass. She licked the inside of each cheek for a couple of minutes and ended each with a quick nip. Lana squirmed gently, signaling her acolytes to move on, and Susan placed her tongue on Lana’s taint, near the base her pussy, and dragged the tip of her tongue to the top of Lana’s crack. She repeated this stroke, increasing in pace based on the increases in Lana’s breathing, which were happening at a rate which satisfied Susan. As Lana began to vocalize her pleasure, Susan proceeded to her next effort, stopping at Lana’s crinkle to quickly poke her tongue in and swing it around. Lana was doing an admirable job of keeping her hole tight and her cheeks loose. It was one of the reasons that Susan respected her so much.

As Susan’s tongue worked Lana’s ass, Elizabeth commenced in eating Lana’s pussy. She sucked each outer lip lightly. Lana squirmed gently, signaling her acolytes to move on, and Elizabeth turned her head sideways and closed the lips of her maw around the lips of Lana’s cunt, making a chewing motion with her teeth through her lips, increasing her pace based on the increases in Lana’s breathing, which were happening at a rate which satisfied Elizabeth. As Lana began to vocalize her pleasure, Elizabeth proceeded to her next effort, making made a couple of quick tongue swipes on Lana’s pussy, and began to suckle at Lana’s opening. Even though she was in a hurry, she didn’t rush to the clit. Lana was doing an admirable job of holding off. It was one of the reasons that Elizabeth respected her so much.

After a minute or two of this level of treatment, Elizabeth took a hand, reached under her Lana, and tweaked one of Susan’s nipples. Susan wriggled slightly, acknowledging the signal, and moved her mouth over Lana’s anus in an O shape as she ran her Escort Ankara tongue around each fold of Lana’s crinkly asshole. As Susan changed her tack, Elizabeth moved to her own final stage. She brought her hand up from Susan’s tit and in Lana’s twat, and planted her lips firmly around the button of her pleasure. She pushed upward on the G spot and sucked hard. Lana’s orgasm began immediately. She writhed above the pair. They couldn’t see her look of satisfaction, but they knew it was there.

At the apex of Lana’s orgasm, Elizabeth took her other hand and pushed Lana’s tummy. Finally, and with great satisfaction for all three, Lana let forth with a torrent of fluid. The pressure on her belly pushed Fabian’s huge, fresh load down to Susan’s mouth, and the pressure on her G spot incited surges of cum to issue from Lana’s pussy in Elizabeth’s. The gas farther up Lana’s tract, largely devoid of odor, nonetheless breezed through Susan’s hair. The pure girl cum from within Lana had a more-lasting impact on Elizabeth, splashing along her face and up to her hairline.

Presently, Susan and Elizabeth rose. Satisfied smiles graced their closed-lipped faces and they helped Lana down from her perch.

Each underling became conscious of moisture between her own legs. Nostrils opened further, the better to collect as many of the beautiful scents as possible. The odor of an atypically-clean bathroom combined with whatever remnants were within Lana’s ass, Fabian’s cum, Lana’s squirt, and three varieties of cooze. Nobody thought to worry that the orgasmic symphony might have carried through the door. The power of their situation threatened to overcome Susan and Elizabeth and they leaned in on Lana’s frame, left to right and right to left.

The three entered a sloppy kiss. Tongues intertwined, slid along cheeks and lips, entered mouths and noses. They shared equally all the fluids they had generated. With all three faces so close, the unique bouquet of tastes and perfumes became more pungent. Additional trickles of juice flowed from their three crafty cunts. In time, each swallowed her share and they began the process of cleaning up.

Susan cleaned Elizabeth’s face with the flat of her tongue and Elizabeth reciprocated, then each took one side of Lana’s face. Finally, the three went to the sink and each washed her own face–with mundane soap and water–and restored her makeup and hair to a passable state. Lana had calculated her plan well, and was quite confident that at least one of the men would know what was in store.

They smoothed their dresses and opened the door, ready to saunter back to the table.

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I’m sitting at my computer, furiously writing this even as his hot sticky sperm is cascading down my chin and onto my chest. I just had the hottest encounter with a new friend, and I wanted to get it all down on paper before my memory faded; although, as hot as it was, I don’t think my memory of it will fade anytime soon!

He had posted a Craigslist ad over a week ago, looking for a slightly older sex buddy, and I responded. He sounded great; mid-30s, solidly built, married and bi, just what I was looking for in a sex bud. I responded and told him a bit about myself; married bi, 49, attractive but a bit on the big guy side, with a voracious appetite for sucking cock. He responded, but we couldn’t work it out right away. Sometimes, good things do come to those who wait!

Last night, I emailed him that today was my day off this week and wondered if we could hook up. He eagerly responded, but it was going to be early morning, about 8, and I agreed to the time. Hate getting up early when I don’t have to, but perhaps this would be worth the early wakeup.

Checked my email to be sure, and he had responded to make certain of the time. I told him I would be waiting for him, and went to shave and shower. Sure enough, the hour arrived and my doorbell rang.

Opening the door, I found him smiling and waiting to enter. He came in and shook hands, and we shot the breeze for a few minutes, Ankara bayan escort getting to know each other a bit better. Finally, it came time to get down to what we were both there for, my hot mouth on his stiff cock.

I invited him to sit on the couch, and he remained standing and began taking down his jeans and briefs, letting me get my first look at his cock. A beautiful uncut eight-incher stood before me, shaved clean, with the head already wet with precum and beginning to stretch through his foreskin. He began to unbutton his shirt, and I busied myself with licking the head of his cock.

Once the shirt was off, he sat down on the couch and I began my task. I started slowly, licking the precum off the head of his cock, and then licking down his shaft. He was pleased with this, and softly moaned as I began to slide my tongue all over his cock. He was fully hard now, glistening in the light of the room, and I worked my tongue all over his heavy length. I went down and licked and sucked his heavy balls, knowing I was going to work hard and get that hot cum churning inside them.

Between licks, I asked if he would take some pics for me, as I love seeing myself in action. After assuring him they were only for me and wouldn’t be out on the web, he agreed and started taking pics. I paused a few times for action shots — just the head in my mouth, then half of the shaft, then Escort bayan Ankara all the way to his balls, licking his balls, and licking his long shaft. He soon put the camera down and got more into what I was doing, pinching my nipples through my shirt and moaning.

I took my shirt off to give him access to my stiff nipples; they’re large and hot, and I love having them pulled while I have a hard cock in my mouth. I moaned around his cock as he played with me, and continued to slowly pleasure his big penis.

After a bit more sucking, he asked to see my cock and for me to take my jeans off. I did so and was now naked before him, then back down on my knees to get his cock back in my mouth. My cock was reacting to my sucking, and he noted my erection with approval.

Suddenly, he got up and asked me to lie down on the floor on my back. I eagerly moved to the new position, and he knelt over my face, pushing his cock into my mouth. I resumed sucking, and he reached down and began to fondle my cock and alternate with rubbing my nipples. I moaned and continued to suck, and then he pulled his cock out of my mouth and replaced it with his heavy balls.

I love licking a guy’s balls, and my tongue worked his shaved sack with an eager fervor. He moaned and told me how good it was, and I moaned back around my mouthful of balls. He then rose up and moved forward, silently offering Bayan escort Ankara me his hot bottom.

I don’t normally rim, but I couldn’t resist! He was so hot, and fresh from the shower, I just had to bury my tongue in his ass. He moaned loudly as my tongue penetrated his hole, and I licked and pumped my tongue inside him. He was very tight, and it was hard getting my tongue in him, but I worked and gave us both a lot of pleasure.

He then lifted back up to put his dick back in my mouth, now leaking a steady stream of precum, which I eagerly sucked up. After a few more minutes of this, he pulled out and began to furiously jack his cock. He asked me where I wanted him to squirt, and I told him all over my face. He pumped hard, with me licking his balls, and finally began to groan out in orgasm.

I watched his cock spurt, and lost count of how many shots of hot sticky sperm began to coat my face and neck. He must have pumped for twenty seconds or so, and I was covered in cum when he was done. He got up to clean up in the bathroom, and I found the camera and took a couple of shots of my face and neck covered in his semen.

He returned and got dressed, and we agreed to do it again sometime very soon. I stayed naked and walked him to the door, then closed it and went back to my bed to jack off.

I eagerly ran my fingers through the puddles of sperm, feeding it to my lips, and rubbing it all over my nipples and my cock, mixing it with my own juice. It didn’t take me long to squirt a huge load, and I lay there panting for a few minutes before taking a shower. I sure hope to do it again soon, wonder if he wants to fuck me?

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This is my entry into the “Halloween Story Contest.” Please note that all characters in this story are all over 18 years of age. Please rate and vote on this story at the end. All comments are requested.

*****

Chad was making his way down the hallway when—

“Hey, Dad!” his daughter suddenly jumped in front of him, having been in wait.

“Hey, Brittany,” he returned her surprise greeting, though not as enthusiastically, after recomposing himself.

Giggling, the girl asked, “Did I scare you?”

“No, you just leapt out of nowhere—”

“That reminds me,” her words became soft and she stood with her shoulders up, holding her hands at her chest, where her father knew already that she wanted something. “You know how Halloween is coming up?”

“Yeah, it’s only a few days from now. Why?”

“Daddy…!” the strawberry blonde begged, batting her eyelashes and tilting her head to the side.

“What do you want, Brittany?” he hoped it wasn’t to see a boy.

“Well, I was just thinking,” she looked to the floor, kicking her shoe leisurely across the carpet, “that… since Halloween is coming up, and I have nothing to do, and my friends have nothing to do, that we should…” the eighteen year old spoke swiftly as she added, “I don’t know, maybe have a party.”

“A party?” the single parent thought it over. “I don’t know, Brit. When would this be, and who would chaperone it?”

“I was thinking here… tomorrow night? And we’d totally be okay by ourselves, I promise.”

Chad guffawed at his daughter’s attempt to go wild with her high school hooligans at his household unsupervised. “No, I don’t think so, sweetheart, but maybe in another year, when you’re an adult. Plus, you know my friend is throwing his Halloween party tomorrow—”

“What don’t you like about it, then, huh?” she got close and touched his hand, trying to win his favor. “Is it the time, the place, or is it because no one would be here to watch us, because, if you’re worried about that last thing, why don’t you host the party? See, then, problem solved.”

“Uh…” the dark haired man really didn’t want to miss out on his friend’s locally famous costume party, but he gave in. “Okay, okay, fine, but no drinking, a minimum number of boys, and you and your friends have to be under my watch the entire night, got it?”

“Thank you, Daddy!” Brittany sprung forward to hug her father, laying kisses at his cheeks. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you…! This is going to be the best Halloween ever!”

“I don’t know about that, but shouldn’t you be heading off for school by now?” he pretended to check his watch.

“Hey, I hope that’s not who you’re dressing up as, because you’re a terrible joker. I just got off school, silly.”

“Hah, it’s not like you’re any better. You definitely take after me there.”

Sprinting off to her room, the excited teen shouted, “I have to go call Sarah!”

“Hey, no running in the house, young lady,” Chad scolded.

“Sorry, Dad…”

The following day, Brittany invited her friends over. They would all come in themed dress for the holiday, and this gave Chad himself the opportunity not to let his own costume go to waste. He’d be the Incredible Hulk, which he was muscular enough to pull off, using a shredded pair of jeans as the shorts, and then green body paint to complete the ensemble. However, the stuff took so long to put on, but after getting a third of the way through, there was no turning back. After what seemed like forever, the single father becoming nervous as he already heard music and commotion coming from downstairs, he was finished and went down to serve as their responsible overseer.

“Wow, Brittany’s dad, I didn’t know you were so swoll,” exclaimed a fair, ivory-blonde teenager upon his arrival, who wore a white dress and had her hair tied back in a single braid.

“Hey, Kate,” he gave his salutations to one of his daughter’s closest friends. “Uh, I have no idea what the hell you just said, but thanks, I think. Who are you supposed to be?”

“I’m Elsa,” she announced. “…You know, from Frozen.”

“Oh, right,” the man now recognized it, though didn’t quite remember the corset, lingerie, or garter from the movie. “Would you know where I can find my daughter?” he then inquired, observing the sea of mingling teens filling his house.

“Just look for a red dress,” the chaperone was told.

Keeping this in mind, Chad went to the punch bowl, figuring this spot to be a good place to scout the area from. Since he was shirtless, not to mention single, in a room full of young girls, he almost felt like a pervert. This feeling subsided when he was relieved that the female to male ratio was in his favor, lest any fishy business happen under his nose. He couldn’t, however, see his kin anywhere. On top of that, the partyers who would’ve otherwise been familiar weren’t, for a lot of them wore masks or found other ways to masquerade their obvious identities.

A smiling Princess Jasmine Ankara escort approached, an olive skinned, midnight haired beauty in a curve-fitting blue dress, saying, “Damn, Mister B, do you mind being swollested? Because… damn!”

“Sarah, don’t swear or I’ll tell your mother,” she was warned. “But what’s with this ‘swoll’ shit that I keep hearing about?”

“It means you’re shredded, man, like totally jacked—swag. How many times do you hit the gym? I mean, you obviously lift.”

“…Regularly,” the dark haired man stared blankly at the teen girl and her bizarre antics. “Do you know where—”

“That’s pretty legit, B-man. I gym it regularly myself, can you tell? Maybe I don’t pump the iron like you can, but I stay fit.” With that, she presented her body, striking a pose, though the gentleman, much older than she, diverted his eyes.

“Uh, that’s nice… S-girl, but I’m looking for Brittany.”

“But I thought we were having a conversation?” the raven-headed princess crossed her arms.

“If we were, Sarah, I honestly didn’t understand any of it,” he confessed, confused by the estranged generation he found himself amidst.

“Whatever, she’s over there.”

In the direction he was pointed towards, he saw the radiant, sun-kissed complexion of his daughter in between passing bodies. Making his way through the crowd of high school students, he caught a glimpse of her outfit. She’d red lips, a red dress, and red pumps, holding a similarly colored plastic cup of punch, with white stockings adorning her long, slender legs. Chad knew immediately that the strawberry blonde personified Jessica Rabbit, but he was disconcerted. His disconcertion was firstly prompted by the provocativeness of her costume, knowing that, or at least back in his day, she’d be described as ‘fuck-able’, and that bothered him. Secondly, he finally reached the epiphany that… there wasn’t a single boy at this party. This left him in a bit of a crisis, because, if his daughter was provocatively dressed, though there weren’t any potential threats to take advantage of this, was it wrong?

“Brittany,” he addressed her by name once he reached the girl in question.

“Hey, Daddy, you’re—”

“If you say ‘swoll’, you’re grounded… Uh, just kidding,” was quickly added.

“No, what I was going to say is that… you’re the Incredible Hulk!”

“Oh, right, yeah. And you’re—”

“I’m Jessica Rabbit!”

“But don’t you think that,” if Chad had a collar, he’d have been loosening it, “it’s… well, a little revealing?” He coughed, put off by the fact he could see his baby girl’s DD-cup bust perfectly due to her cleavage, and way too much leg, almost even ass, from the slits in the sides of her attire.

“Silly Daddy, there aren’t any boys here. What’s there for you to worry about, then? It’s a good costume, and I’ve been thinking about dressing up as Mrs. Rabbit for Halloween all year, or at least ever since I re-watched the movie. Don’t you think I look good?” Just like Sarah had done, she put herself on display, and it made the single parent indescribably uncomfortable.

“No comment, but why didn’t you invite any of your male friends? Not that I’m complaining, I mean, it’s just… peculiar.”

“We don’t need boys to have fun!”

“…What does that mean? Brit, this isn’t your way of coming out, is it?”

“Ew, Dad, don’t be gross. I’m not gay, god…!”

“Well, that’s good. Uh, not that there’s a problem with being gay, I just—”

Deadpan, Brittany assured him with, “I’m not.” She then became oddly giddy, asking, “Hey, do you want to hear something weird?”

“Is it weirder than Sarah saying ‘swag’ and ‘swollesting’ me, whatever that means?”

“So, my friends made this bet to see who has the biggest girl-balls. Can you take a guess what they have to do?”

“…Girl-balls? And, uh, no, I can’t say I have the faintest clue,” the green man was scratching his head.

“Whoever can flash more skin to the boys at this party wins. Kate was all, ‘I’m going to win because I’ll just take out my tits’, but Sarah told her, ‘Except no one wants to see your B-cups, so you’d have to show them your vagina’. Then, I was like—”

“But, Brittany, I’m the only male here…” Chad’s heart was pounding so hard that he couldn’t even get on his daughter’s case about her vulgarity. “Your friends aren’t actually doing this bet, though, right?”

“No, it’s still going on. That’s what I was getting to, but you rudely interrupted me. I was just trying to warn you, but you—”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry, Brit. But, uh, finish the rest of your story, then.”

“Alright… I was like, ‘Sarah, don’t be an idiot, Kate’s boobs are totally Cs, and there’s no way we can do this since my dad’s the only guy going to be attending’.”

“Wait, wait, wait a second, missy. What do you mean by ‘we’?” somehow the protective father just knew his daughter was in on these risqué shenanigans.

“Daddy, why would you want the size of your little girl’s girl-balls Ankara escort bayan questioned? Of course I couldn’t let them make a fool out of me, so I’d be doing it, too.”

“We’re going to have a talk about this later,” he asserted. “But I’m glad you talked them out of it. That would’ve been… well, just as you said, weird.”

To his horror, the strawberry blonde clarified, “No, Daddy, that’s why I said I was warning you. You know, I have to give you a heads up that my girlfriends are going to be seeing who can get the farthest with you.”

“…Brit, there’s an incredible difference between flashing and trying to ‘get the farthest’ with someone.”

“Yeah, I know, but you keep interrupting me…! God, Dad, you never let me talk—”

“Please, Brittany, just skip to the end and tell me what’s going on.”

“Kate was all, ‘You’re already out, then, Brit, because you can’t flash your dad, so you lose by forfeit. But I was like, ‘No, I have no problems with showing him my tits, but only because I know he’s not going to try to perv on me. I mean, he’ll ground me, but I’ll win by default because I’ll be showing my own father my breasts, and that’s way crazier than even if you fucked him’. Sarah, pissed off, told us, ‘Fine, then, the bet is who can get the farthest with Brittany’s dad, but I know I’ll win because he’ll butt-fuck me, and there’s no way you’ll sleep with your dad, so, again, you’re out, Brit’. That’s why we aren’t talking to each other right now, because we’re all trying to win the bet and are temporarily enemies until we know whose girl-balls are the biggest.”

“…What in the hell is going on?” the dumbstruck man wondered if he was currently having a fever dream.

“Don’t worry, Daddy, you have nothing to worry about,” he was assured. “They don’t have the girl-balls to try anything with you, so I already win.”

He knew he was going to regret asking, but he did. “How are you already going to win—”

Immediately, his daughter pulled down the top of her dress. Before he realized she’d even done it, he was staring at her bare, exposed DDs, which were as perfectly and lightly tanned as the rest of her sun-kissed body. He couldn’t look away, yet only because he was so flabbergasted that his own flesh and blood would try something that was… well, blatantly incestuous. After several seconds of exhibiting herself in clear view of everyone else, Brittany fixed her vesture. A large smile was upon her face, and that was perhaps the worst of all. Luckily, however, it was so brief, and the only people who knew to be looking in their direction were in on it.

“I already know I’m grounded, Daddy, but I’m going to go rub it in,” the girl outfitted as Jessica Rabbit exclaimed before walking away.

Needing a drink, Chad staggered over to the punch bowl. He’d almost forgotten that it wasn’t alcoholic, which he cursed before acknowledging that it was ultimately a good thing, since sugar was still a profound drug for some of these high school kids. Although, to his dismay, there awaited Princess Jasmine.

“Oh my god, she really did it,” Sarah gasped. “What a crazy bitch!”

“Hey, don’t call my daughter a bitch…” but the father wondered if she’d gone crazy, or if he had.

“Fuckin’ mother-fucks, I had money going on this shit. This is the total opposite of swag right now!”

“Sarah, your mother is going to hear about this,” the chaperone threatened.

“Yolo,” the girl exclaimed before lifting up her blue gown, showcasing her shaven, nubile pussy to her friend’s dad. “Except,” she dropped it back down the instant Chad’s gaze was transfixed, “that’s not going to be enough. Yeah, it’s weird that I showed you my cunt, but showing your tits to a family member is way, way worse. Hey,” she advanced, causing the man to withdraw, “have you ever fucked young, teen asshole before, Mister B?”

“Everyone!” the music was shut off and the Incredible Hulk stood up on a chair to get the attention of the attendees. “I know you were all probably having a lot of fun, but the party’s over.”

“Aw,” the crowd sighed disappointedly in unison.

But this was the end of the road, so everyone was dismissed. Each room was emptied and parents were called until every female was sent packing. It took nearly thirty minutes to ensure everybody was gone, though they finally were… with the exclusion of Brittany, Kate, and Sarah, of course. They were sat down, where they looked to the floor, knowing they were in a lot of trouble. No, it was beyond mere trouble, and the incoming punishments were inconceivable.

“…Hah,” the strawberry blonde finally laughed to herself, “I have the biggest girl-balls.”

“No,” Chad affirmed, “there isn’t a winner here. Whatever this game was, it’s over, and you’re losers, each of you. Honestly, what did you expect to accomplish with this?”

“Brittany’s dad, it was totally Sarah,” Kate fell to her knees and groveled before the adult. “She pressured us into it. I know your daughter did some stuff, but Escort Ankara it was only because Sarah’s a massive bitch-whore.”

“Hey, fuck you, Kate. Fuck you and your B-cup tits!” the accused teen shot back in her own defense.

“They’re Cs, you tramp—”

“Enough of this fighting, girls, you’re equally to blame,” Chad, still green of skin, prevented a potential cat fight. “You’re going to need a damn good explanation to get out of this one, if you even can.”

“Do you want to know the truth, then, Dad?”

“Yes, now!”

“We have vaginas…”

“…What?” the single father was aghast from his offspring’s response.

“You wanted to know the truth, so that’s it. We have vaginas, are horny and hormonal, and it’s hard to think when you’re so boy-crazy, so we didn’t think at all.”

“…Swag,” Sarah added to the end of Brittany’s eccentric honesty.

“Don’t tell my mom,” Kate sobbed. “Please, please, please, I can’t get grounded again. She’ll take away my tumblr!”

“I already knew I’d be in a lot of trouble,” Jessica Rabbit went on, “but—”

“It’s no use, Brit. He’s already sunk our battle ships. It’s time for operation Kate’s boobs, also known as plan B… Hah, see what I did there?”

Once Princess Jasmine had verbally vomited out this ridiculous nonsense, each girl lifted their dresses in sequence. Chad recoiled, for his daughter and two friends shamelessly presented their vulvas for him to see in plain view. They were perfectly smooth, with the exception of the somewhat stubbly Elsa, though who was, just as they, hairless. It was alarming, because the teenagers were trying to tempt him, and he feared that it may have been working. He scanned what was on offer, his mouth salivating, swallowing hard, before knowing that the middle girl was the most appetizing by far… where he glanced up to look the red dressed girl in the eye.

“Daddy,” she pleaded, “I think it would be more of a punishment if you gave us what we were after. I mean, judging from that enormous bulge in your shorts, we’d be sorrier if you fucked us than if we were grounded.”

“Yeah, Mister B, turning my butt inside out and making me walk funny would be way worse than my mom not giving a shit about anything I say or do,” Sarah chimed in.

“Mine would spank me,” the fairer of the blondes confessed, “and… I’m a virgin.”

“But,” the sun-kissed girl stood, still raising her outfit to reveal her teenage cunny, wetness visibly staining her inner thighs, “you’ll have to fuck me first.”

Chad’s head was throbbing, as was his erection, of which he couldn’t conceal from the three high school students, so he surrendered. “You’re making it too difficult to refuse, so… okay.”

As his daughter undid his torn trousers, Kate and Sarah were rigorously high-fiving each other, triumphant and bubbly from getting their way. His titanic shaft fell from its resting place, only for red lipped kisses to tenderly decorate his tip and first few inches. In the depths of Chad’s mind, he always wondered what Brittany would be like, but now it was real, not just a suppressed, buried away curiosity. However, her interest in fellating him was short lived, since the strawberry blonde wanted only to ensure that he’d reached maximum hardness, which he had. After some obligatory head bobbing upon his glans, her lipstick leaving smears—his own daughter’s lipstick, to be precise—where she teased him with her tongue, she got up from her knees and, seating him in the chair she’d been sitting in herself, was desperate to use her tightness as a sheath for her daddy’s prick, aching to ride it.

Jessica Rabbit put the underside of his organ against her cunt and grinded. With her hand, she held it firmly between her parted labia, kissing him with her pussy lips, directing his throbs into her vulva. Chad’s dick was so sopping in her juices, where Kate had climbed upon his face. Because the table for the punch was behind where the man sat, the ivory haired teen reached forward and seized the sturdy furniture for support, resting her virginal hole at his mouth, her knees at his shoulders and legs down his chest. However, when Brittany threatened penetration, and as the three girls’ chaperone became stuporous from lapping desperately at Elsa’s twat, a jealous Jasmine spoke up.

“Hey, what about me…? I want to get eaten out, too!”

Thinking over how it’d work for a moment, they repositioned themselves on the floor. With Chad lying down, his daughter squatting over his groin, Kate and Sarah were knelt to the left and right of his head. They put their pelvises together, clitorises touching, and let their friend’s father alternate between sucking and squelching both nubile offerings. He tongued their clitoral hoods, suckled their vaginal lips, and rimmed his pink organ around their thresholds. When he temporarily ignored one for the other, the awaiting party grated herself against her peer’s pussy, desperate to get off. All he could think about was how the raven haired beauty had showed her snatch to him before, about how he never thought in a million years that he’d have a mouthful of it, or that he’d know the delicious flavor of its fresh succulence. Something similar could be said about his daughter, who—

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“You should be quite proud of yourself, darling. You’ve made what promises to be a very prosperous and advantageous match,” beamed Lady Hampden to her daughter.

“Thank you, mother,” Evie looked demurely at her gloved hands folded in her lap, before glancing out the window of the carriage. All she could see was her reflection in the darkness. Her feet hurt and were probably swollen from dancing all night. Her shoulders slumped in exhaustion. If it weren’t for the bumpy uneven road, she might have been able to fall asleep right there.

“Evie, do sit up. You don’t want to ruin your posture,” Lady Hampden cautioned, “I know you’re exhausted. I remember my days and nights as a debutante. Even now as your chaperone, it’s tiring. But, a lady never slouches.”

“Yes, mother,” Evie straightened as best as her tired muscles would allow.

“Your mother is right, you mustn’t slip up now,” Evie’s father, the Earl of Hampden chimed in, “Not when you’re so close. Cranbrooke asked me just this evening for a meeting on the morrow. He’ll be by at noon.”

“Yes, father. I shan’t disappoint you or mother between now and then,” Evie stifled a yawn, “I don’t mean to complain, but I will be so glad to finally rest my head tonight.”

The carriage pulled up to the elegant townhouse where the family lived during the Season. The trio made their way to the door just as the butler, Jameson, opened it to let them in.

“Good evening, Jameson,” Lord Hampden greeted as he handed his hat, cane, and gloves to his trustworthy and steadfast attendant, “This is all we shall require. Please, lock up and get some rest.”

“Very good, my lord,” Jameson bowed as he closed the door and turned the lock, before beginning to make rounds of all the doors and windows, and to put out any still lit candles before retiring himself.

Evie stood at the bottom of the stairs for a second, contemplating the steps her pained, slippered feet and stiffened muscles. She slowly made her way up, each step getting easier as her muscles loosened. Her corset seemed to only get tighter, though, and her reticule seemed to only get heavier. She entered her chamber to find a roaring fire, a few lit candles, a mug of cocoa, and small plate of bread and cheese.

“Good evening, miss,” Evie’s lady’s maid curtsied, “I thought you might enjoy a drink and a bite while I brush out your hair.”

Evie, though exhausted, surveyed the room appreciatively. “You are a treasure, Emily. Please, help me undress. This corset is unbearable.”

Emily, with nimble fingers, unfastened and loosened the laces of various layers before aiding her charge from the restrictive garment. Evie sat down at the table and took a sip of the now lukewarm cocoa, and nibbled at the cheese and bread at the plate. She leaned back against the chair as Emily’s hands picked through the elaborate updo to remove pins. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the divine feeling of Emily’s hands working loose the pins, then thought better of it and opened them again to keep from falling asleep in the chair. She studied her reflection, and that of Emily. They were very much opposites.

Evie had dark, rich brown hair with a slight wave to it. Her blueish grey eyes were dark pools that gave the impression that if one dived in to them, one would never touch bottom. Her skin was pale, and a bit dull from the exertions of the day. She had a delicate, small nose, almost exactly like the one on her mother’s face. Her face had a slight roundness, which she liked compared to her mother’s sharp angles. Emily, on the other hand, had golden hair. Her eyes were dark, almost as dark as Evie’s hair. Her complexion was also pale, and she had a heart-shaped face that give her a decidedly pixie air.

“Emily, I have something to ask you.”

“Yes, miss?” Emily put down the gathered pins in a dish on the vanity behind her, and picked up the hair brush.

“Below Ankara escort stairs, you hear gossip about everyone, even from other houses, right?” Emily stopped brushing mid stroke, unsure of how to answer, before Evie continued, “I need to know what’s being said about certain people. Are they good to their staff? Do they pay their bills? Are they gamblers?”

“Do you mean your Lord Cranbrooke, my lady?” Emily, understanding the thinly veiled question, exhaled in relief and began brushing again. Many houses wanted to stamp out gossip, not encourage it. Emily had heard tell of servants who had been released from service for the mere suspicion of having leaked a master or mistress’ secrets.

“He wants to speak to father tomorrow. It all just seems so fast. We’ve only waltzed once and gone for a turn about Hyde Park thrice. He might be charming, and appears to be everything a proper husband should, but what do I really know of him? Nothing important. Have you heard anything?”

“Well, miss, when he started calling nearly everyday, we all took a keen interest in him. As far as I have heard, his lordship is everything that is good and proper. I have not heard tell of any mistreatment of staff or financial troubles.”

“What have you heard? Anything at all? All he has spoken about with me is of the weather and his horseflesh and his hunting dogs.”

Emily put the brush back down on the vanity and began plaiting Evie’s hair. “Hmm…Let me think…” Emily paused for a moment to remember the bits and pieces Cook had told her, “He’s a second son. I am unsure of what transpired that he inherited, but his lordship was never meant to become Lord Cranbrooke. I’m all done with your hair, my lady, do you need anything else?”

Evie looked down at her aching, swollen feet, “Would it be too much to ask of you to rub my feet? They are ever so sore from dancing all night. That sounds so frivolous to even say out loud!”

Emily walked around to Evie’s front and inspected the bare, swollen feet. “Oh, miss! How dreadful! I have cold water for you to wash your face. Go ahead and wash, then we’ll soak your feet while I rub them! That ought to help the swelling go down.” Emily brought over the basin for Evie to wash her face, along with a small vial of rosewater and a clean towel. The cool water was soothing, and gave Evie chills all down her spine. She felt an odd tingling in her breasts and looked down only to see her nipples hardening underneath her chemise.

Emily brought the basin down to the floor where she had laid down another towel. She gently took one foot, and then the other, rinsing them with the cold, soothing water. Evie leaned her head back, and closed her eyes, knowing that the chill of the water would keep her from slumber. Emily moved the basin away, wet two more towels, and wrapped Evie’s feet and ankles in them. Gently, she massaged them through the towels. She slowly moved her way up, massaging the slim ankles and shapely calves one leg at a time, gently moving the plain white chemise up as well.

Emily looked up to see her mistress’ beautiful form, with her head tilted back, mouth slightly open, with small moans escaping from between her full, pink lips. Emily’s hands massaged back down Evie’s legs, at the same time, she moved her gaze down, inspecting Evie’s pale throat, to her collarbones, and to the gentle rise and fall of Evie’s chest. Through the thin fabric, Emily could clearly see the two hardened nipples rising and falling. She felt her nipples tighten and a tingling wetness building between her legs. She immediately chided herself for having any reaction, especially one so unnatural and unholy. She brought her focus back down to Evie’s feet, noticing along the way that she could clearly see the most intimate parts of Evie, and even in the dim candlelight, a glimmer of wetness shimmered there as well.

While she had seen Evie in various Ankara escort bayan states of undress, including completely nude after a bath, it was never quite like this. Evie had always been standing, usually facing away, and never in such a relaxed manner with her legs spread apart, almost as though issuing an invitation to look. And to touch.

Emily, startled by all of the sinful thoughts she was suddenly having of her mistress, quickly unwrapped Evie’s feet, dried them, and cleared her throat as she pulled the chemise back down to its correct, modest position.

“Oh, Emily, that was pure bliss,” moaned Evie, almost breathlessly, raising her head and smiling at her blushing lady’s maid. Emily kept her head down to hide her reddened cheeks as she gathered the towels, bowl, and pitcher.

“I hope that helps, my lady. We’ll see how they feel in the morning. Do you require anything else, miss?”

“No, Emily. You’ve taken quite good care of me. I shall put myself to bed and put out the candles. Please, get some rest,” Evie stretched contentedly, before getting up from the chair. Emily curtsied, picked up a candle near the door, then saw herself to bed. She felt a confusing mixture of relief and sadness at leaving the room, and Evie, behind. While she was relieved to have been dismissed before any more untoward thoughts came to her, she still felt a strange, unnatural longing to see Evie so intimately again.

Evie waited for the door to securely close behind Emily before looking around the room at the candles that needed to be put out. She moved towards the closest one, then stopped. Suddenly a naughty thought came to her. She looked towards the windows, but the curtains had been tightly drawn. Evie smiled, and slowly lifted the chemise over her head. She stood in the candlelight, and eyed herself approvingly in the looking glass. She thought of how Emily’s hands felt, massaging her legs. Evie’s hand, as though moving of its own accord, softly touched her neck, just under her ear, finding an excruciatingly sensitive spot. She paused, looked behind her for the chair, and turned it to face the mirror. She gathered the candles, and placed them strategically to maximize their light. She sat down on the chair, the cool wood giving her chills once again. She moved her hand up to her neck, caressing the spot she had found, then slowly moved her fingertips down to the hard nubs poking from her round, pert breasts. With both hands, she caressed herself, teasing and pinching, and gently circling her nipples. She took turns looking down at her own hands, and looking up to watch herself in the mirror. As she looked in the mirror, she saw her legs slightly spread. She spread them further apart, to how they had been when she was totally relaxed and putty in Emily’s hands.

Evie gasped as more of herself came in to view – she had never thought much about that part of her body before as anything except something to be covered. Her eyes hungrily drank in the details of her slit and how it seemed to shimmer with her own wetness. She smiled and licked her lips at the idea that Emily had also seen her legs spread so haphazardly while Evie’s chemise had been raised to her knees.

One of her hands crawled slowly from her breast and dipped down between her thighs. She lightly ran her fingers through the hair there, down into the source of the wetness. She felt herself while watching her movements in the mirror. She found her most sensitive place, and stroked the button as it seemed to grow harder. She watched herself, imagining she was watching Emily stroke herself. The sensations in her body felt unbelievable. She changed pace and pressure and found a combination that made her toes curl. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of one hand still teasing her nipple, the other hand between her legs, and imagined Emily’s hands massaging her. The image quickly changed to a vision Escort Ankara of Emily and Evie kissing, undoing each other’s buttons and clasps and ties, and entangling themselves in bed together.

Evie had one final image in her mind’s eye of seeing Emily bent down in front of her again, except this time, Emily was completely nude, and Evie’s chemise was up around her waist. Emily’s magical hands spread Evie’s thighs farther apart as she looked up at her mistress-turned-lover with a naughty grin, right before lowering her mouth to Evie’s sex.

At that thought, Evie’s whole body contracted, and a warm relief flooded from her center. Her limbs tingled with numbness, and she slumped in the chair as feeling returned to her body. She blushed looking at herself in the mirror, taking in the scene with a clear head. How had she done and thought such shameful things? Evie, suddenly shivering with cold, went to the wardrobe and put on her night gown and dressing robe. She put the chair back into its position at the table, gathered the candles on to it and blew all out except one, which she used to guide her way to bed. She placed the candle on the bedside table and climbed in before blowing it out.

In the dark, she found herself alone with her thoughts. She felt dirty and shameful. But for what? What had she done that was so shameful? She wasn’t actually sure. Evie knew that wicked thoughts and wantonness were considered sinful, but why? Finally, she settled that it was just practice for marriage, something she needed as an almost engaged woman of eight and ten. After all, a husband would see her intimately at some point, right? With that comforting thought in mind, Evie rolled over and succumbed to her exhaustion.

After leaving her mistress, Emily found her way to her room. She closed her door and slid the latch over before leaning against it in an effort to catch her breath. Her thoughts were racing, and her breathing was rapid and shallow. The initial relief at having been dismissed had fallen away to confusion over these sudden new feelings and sensations in her body. She placed the candle on a side table and, with shaky hands, unbuttoned her frock. She slipped into bed and blew out her candle. Her mind ran through the events of the night, and again she felt the tightening of her nipples and the tingling between her legs. She rolled to her back and sighed, but this seemed to make things worse. She could feel her nipples against the fabric of her chemise, and the same wetness that had begun building between her legs in Evie’s room seemed to start again.

Emily stretched and yawned and tried to ignore the feeling, but it seemed to make everything more sensitive. With uncertain fingers, she felt her breasts, and rubbed the hard, pointed tips. Emily drew in a sharp breath and felt her back arch against the bed. She allowed one hand to wander down her stomach to the place between her legs. She touched herself there and immediately felt her wetness soak through her nightdress. Emily, curious, slowly lifted the garment and felt herself. As she explored, she found her most intimate place, and slowly, gently, inserted her middle finger. She moved it in and out, and after a few minutes, she sat up in bed to give herself a better angle. As she moved her finger inside herself, she moved the neck of her nightdress down and watched in awe as her pale breasts jiggled in the dark in time to the movement of her arm.

Emily pulled out her finger and ran her hand up her slit, moaning quietly as she rubbed against her sensitive button. She wished Evie were there watching her, and touching her. She circled around that spot, finding the sensation almost too much. She continued circling and felt a building, pleasing rush. She fell back against her pillow just as her legs spasmed, her toes curled, and her back again arched. She felt a gush of wetness against her fingertips. Her heart was beating harder and faster than she could ever remember feeling it, and she was gasping for breath.

Before Emily could think through what she had just done, and what she had thought about while doing it, she felt herself drift off into sleep.

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Warning: This is going to be a bit darker than my other stories. I do have a dark side and I’m not going to ignore it all the time. There wont be any sex for awhile so don’t cry about it in the comments section either 🙂 But stick with it if you want to. It will have a happy ending.

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Jackson was woken in the middle of the night by the blood curdling scream. His wife next to him sat up and pulled the blanket up to her chest and clutched it in fear.

“What the hell was that!?” She shouted at Jackson.

“Fuck if I know…” Jackson said.

“Go find out!” She yelled and shoved him. He got out of bed and put on his robe and slippers. The screaming could still be heard. It was loud and drawn out, full of pain.

He stepped out of his apartment labeled ‘Landlord’ several of his tenants had stuck their heads out of their doors. A few asked him what was going on but he had no answer for their questions. Some doors had parents looking into the hallway with their frightened children grasping their legs or night clothes. Some wives held the children while their husbands investigated but everyone looked scared and confused.

Only one door had not been opened and Jackson knew that to be Nikolai’s apartment. He wondered if the screaming was coming from his room but he doubted that. Nikolai was always very quiet and kept to himself. Never made problems with the other tenants or Jackson himself. Always paid his rent on time.

Now that he thought about it Jackson hadn’t talked to Nikolai more than three or four times over the 5 years he had lived there. Everyone continued to look up and down the hallway for the source of the screaming. Or at least an explanation. Every door was open now except for Nikolai’s.

Everyone looked at the only unopened door. The screaming was beginning to quiet now and it was only the occasional cry of agony, rather than the long, drawn out, glass shattering screams. Jackson pulled his robe around him tighter and walked towards the door. A few men and women stepped out of their apartments and followed him but most stayed inside. But all eyes stayed on him.

He looked behind him nervously and was slightly comforted by the large men and concerned looking women who backed him up. He knocked roughly on the door.

“Nikolai? Whats going on? Are you alright.” He shouted, to be heard over the screams that had stopped suddenly.

“Nikolai I’m coming in.” He said. He turned the door knob but it was locked. He patted the pockets in his robe as if he expected to find his keys there.

“Shit.” He said. He ran back to his apartment and grabbed the keyring that held the keys to all the apartments. He searched for Nikolai’s as he ran back to the door. By the time he got there he had found it and shoved the key in the lock.

The lock clicked as it unlocked and the small group pushed its way in with Jackson in the lead. He looked around the living room and it was all dark, no lights on at all. The room was clean and held only one or two pictures of Nikolai and another man Jackson had seen a few times with Nikolai.

The kitchen was empty and dark but Nikolai’s door was closed. Jackson moved towards it and the group of men and women followed behind him closely.

He tried the door knob but it was locked.

“I don’t have a key to the doors inside the apartments. They are down in the office.” Jackson sighed.

“You mind if I kick it down?” A large man from the back said. Jackson remembered he was a fire fighter.

“Go ahead.” Jackson moved aside and the man stepped forward. He knocked on the door and waited a moment.

“I’m kicking the door down move away from it.” He shouted. He waited a second longer and when no reply was heard he stepped back and kicked the door near the knob. The door splintered a bit and he backed up again and this time rammed his shoulder into the weakened wood. The door split and he fell through into the bedroom.

The bedroom was spotless. The bed freshly made. The lights were off in here as well and there was a single piece of paper on the bed. The only light in the apartment came from the bathroom. The door was slightly ajar and the light was on casting a line of light onto the bed.

Jackson moved towards the bathroom door and pushed it open.

“Oh shit!” He said. He covered his mouth with his hand and tried to hold back the vomit rising in his throat. He bent over and turned away from the bathroom.

“Oh god, Someone call and ambulance. Shit. Don’t look.” He waved a hand at a woman who approached the bathroom. She swallowed and pushed the door open more. She immediately turned and vomited. Jackson still tried to hold it down but was struggling.

Someone ran back into the hallway and told someone to call an ambulance.

The man who had kicked down the door walked towards the bed. He picked up the neatly folded paper that sat in the center of the perfectly made bed.

It read only one thing.

‘I’m sorry.’

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Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

‘What the hell?’ He thought Ankara bayan escort to himself.

The constant steady beep beep invaded the soothing darkness of his mind. He slowly opened his eyes and winced at the brightness of the lights.

He thought for a moment maybe he had made it into heaven despite what he had done. Then he felt the itching burning on his arms.

He groaned and tried to swallow the dry, foul taste in his mouth.

‘Why? Please god, Why?’ He thought. He forced his eyes open and looked around.

He could tell he was in a hospital by the I.V. Hooked into his right hand. The sheets where crisp and clean. They were unwrinkled and folded back neatly. There was a chair sitting across the room in the corner under the T.V. That was turned on but was muted. It looked like it hadn’t been sat in.

He noticed then that his arms and legs were strapped to the railing of the bed. The ones around his wrists were loose enough to allow the bandages that covered them to breathe but tight enough so he couldn’t slip out of them. Or even move much. Not that he could. He tried to flex his hand but his fingers didn’t respond to his brains command.

“You’re lucky you survived.” Said a voice from the doorway.

He turned and saw an older doctor with a clipboard walk in.

“You can’t be lucky when you fail at something. It just doesn’t work like that.” Nikolai said, His voice was dry and hoarse and he was thirsty.

“Even if you try and kill yourself?” The doctor said and checked some of the machines next to the bed.

“Especially when you….. do that.” Nikolai swallowed. He was embarrassed at what he had tried to do.

“Well then, WE, are lucky you survived.” The doctor smiled and walked out of the room. Nikolai sighed and tried to flex his other hand. It only twitched in response but it was better then in right hand.

A nurse walked in and fiddled with the I.V. And Nikolai soon relaxed and the pain and itching in his arms became less. Despite what he did Nikolai didn’t like pain.

“Could I get a drink of water please?” He asked the red headed nurse.

“Just a sec, hon.” She smiled and left the room. She came back with a paper cup filled with ice chips. She put some in his mouth and they melted slowly. Nikolai felt better when his mouth had been rid of the gross taste. But he still wanted to brush his teeth.

‘I shouldn’t have to brush my teeth now.’ He thought to himself. ‘ How pathetic do you have to be to fail at killing yourself.’ he laughed at himself.

“Just to check to make sure this background information is correct. Your Nikolai Petrov?” She asked. He nodded his head mutely.

“29 years old?” He nodded silently again.

“Any family members or friends we should call?” She asked.

” I have no one.” He said. She looked at him and frowned

‘He looks so….Alone.’ She thought.

“Any allergies we should know about?” He shook his head.

The nurse went on for a few more minutes about basic things they had to know. Soon she said she was done and she left. Nikolai was glad. He didn’t want to be around anyone.

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Nikolai sat in the wheelchair across from the blonde woman in a suit. He looked around nervously and shifted uncomfortably in his chair. His arms draped lazily over the arms, settling his hands in his lap. He tried to occupy himself with flexing his right arm which still had not responded since he had woken up three days ago.

The blonde just stared at him like she expected something. He glanced up at her once or twice but said nothing.

” You know why you’re here, correct?” She asked.

He was caught off guard by her question and shifted uncomfortably again.

“Yes, I’m assuming you’re a shrink.” He said.

” Yes, You can talk to me about anything you want. Nothing you say will leave this room. We can talk about your attempt or we can talk about something not related to it at all. Whatever you feel comfortable with.” She said.

” And if I don’t want to talk?” Nikolai glared at her.

” Then you don’t have to.” She shrugged. She fiddled with the pen in her hand but eventually set it down on the notepad sitting on top of her crossed legs.

” What the hell do I call you, Henstridge?” Nikolai laughed.

” Who is Henstridge?” The blonde asked.

” Oh come on, You know.” she stared at him blankly.

“Natasha Henstridge. From the ‘Species’ movies?” Nikolai said.

” Do you watch a lot of movies?” she asked.

” We are not talking about me we are talking about you, Henstridge.” He said.

” My name is Dr. Nelson.” She said.

” Too late I’m hooked on Henstridge now.” Nikolai knew he was being an asshole but he didn’t want to talk to any shrink.

She sighed and wrote something down.

” I would prefer if you didn’t.” She said.

” Should have said something when I first called you that. Now it has to happen.” He shrugged. She sighed again.

” When can I leave?” Nikolai asked.

” You’re not being held here against your will, You’re free to leave Escort bayan Ankara whenever you like.” Henstridge said.

“Good.” He said. ” But I can’t exactly push my own damn wheelchair, Henstridge. Help a cripple out.” He said sarcastically.

She stood and walked towards the door. She poked her head out the door and said something Nikolai couldn’t hear. He glanced at the gray skirt pulled tight over her ass.

‘Not to bad.’ he thought to himself.

” Were you just looking at my-” Henstridge swallowed angrily. Nikolai laughed.

” Your not my type, Sweety.” He said.

” What is your type.” Henstridge asked.

” Tall, gorgeous, and with a dick.” Nikolai said with a straight face. Henstridge nodded and moved to the notepad to write something down.

A male nurse came in and moved behind Nikolai to push the wheelchair. His broad shoulders stooped low as he leaned on the handles of the wheelchair. His brown hair got into his eyes and he used one hand to brush it back onto his head.

” Like him.” Nikolai jerked his head up towards the nurse. The nurse, who hadn’t heard their conversation, got a confused look on his face but Henstridge only smiled.

” Doctor patient confidentiality, sorry.” She shrugged when he gave her a questioning look. Nikolai frowned.

” It’s no fun if you play along with me.” He said as he was wheeled out the door.

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Nikolai sat on his bed with nothing to do. He had no friends or family to visit him. No books or music to entertain him. Nothing good was even on T.V. His arms burned and itched like crazy and he still attempted to flex or move them. His right hand still didn’t respond and his left still only twitched.

The nurse came in as he struggled with the bandaged limbs.

“I talked to our physical therapist here and you start on Monday, He says due to your injuries you might need surgery on your arms. You cut through a lot of tendons.” The nurse said as she checked her chart.

“Oh is THAT what all that pain was. Huh. I thought it was deaths sweet, but tight, embrace whisking me away peacefully.” He growled at her.

“No wonder no one comes to visit you if you treat everyone with an attitude like that.” She said and stepped outside.

Nikolai felt like he had been punched in the chest. The overwhelming sorrow washed over him. Much like that dreadful night. He thought of the face of his lover.

‘Ex-lover’ he reminded himself.

He moved so he was laying down and tried to sleep. But his dreams were filled with nightmarish creatures who tried to bite at his arms.

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Nikolai felt like he was being watched.

He woke up and glanced at the clock on the wall. He had slept only a half hour. He rolled his eyes.

‘This day will never end will it?’ He thought to himself. He turned and looked towards the door expecting the nurse again. She frequently checked on him, even though his room sat right in front of the nurses station.

‘ Suicide watch, oh what fun.’ He thought sarcastically to himself.

But instead he found a little girl. Her hair was dull and thin. She was in normal clothing but had a hospital bracelet on her arm. In those frail tiny arms she held a small stuffed bear. Her eyes had dark circles around them and she looked thin and weak on her feet. But her eyes had a bright green child like glow, that defied the obvious illness that plagued the girl.

” Hi.” She said. Her voice was small but still healthy.

” Hi.” Nikolai said.

” I’m Ana.” she said. ” That’s short for Anastasia.” She said proudly.

Nikolai sat for a moment and tried to lean forward enough to see around the corner of the door to see who this little girl belonged to.

” I’m Nikolai. Its short for Nikolai.” He said.

” That’s funny. And that’s a funny name.” She said.

” Its Russian. So is Anastasia.” He said.

” Oh.” She said. She moved into the room more and dragged the large chair from under the T.V. And up to his bedside. It looked like it took her a lot of effort and when she finally climbed up onto the chair and sat down she had a thin coat of sweat on her forehead.

” Why are you here?” She asked.

Nikolai hesitated.

‘ What the hell do I tell her? That the world is shit and I tried to kill myself?’ He thought to himself.

” I…I was hurt.” He said vaguely.

” How?” She asked.

” Forget about me lets talk about you.” Nikolai was getting pissed.

” Why are you here?” He asked trying to get the subject off him.

” My daddy says I have tumors in my head that are making me sick.” She said. She didn’t seemed phased by what she had just said but Nikolai felt like an ass anyways.

” Oh…..uh….well….well where is your daddy?” He asked. Hoping to get this child away from him.

” Hes at work. He has to work a lot ‘cuz my doctors give me medicine but its real expensive.” she said. “he tries to visit me but he has to work most of the time cuz my mommy cant work cuz shes not around anymore.” She said. She hugged the bear tighter Bayan escort Ankara to her chest.

” Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t have a mommy when I was growing up either.” Nikolai said, He didn’t know why he was telling her this.

“Really? Was your daddy nice?” she asked.

” I didn’t have a daddy either.” he said.

” No mommy OR daddy? Who took care of you?” She seemed surprise.

” I grew up with a different family. Who took me in.” Nikolai said.

” Oh. Where they nice?” Ana asked.

” Yes. Very nice.” Nikolai lied.

” That’s good.” Ana said and looked down at her bear.

” This is Monty.” She said and held the bear out to him.

” Hes cute. Did your daddy get him for you?” Nikolai asked. He didn’t feel angry or depressed or hopeless when he was around Ana.

” Yeah, He always makes me feel better when I don’t feel good. He’s magic.” She whispered the last part to him after glancing around to make sure no one heard.

” Lucky you to have a magic bear.” Nikolai laughed.

” Yeah, I don’t let other people take him though. If they find out hes magic they might not give him back.” She explained.

” Then why did you tell me? What if I try and take him?” Nikolai pointed out.

” You wouldn’t do that.” Ana said.

” How do you know? You just met me! You shouldn’t go around trusting random strangers with your magic bear’s secret.” Nikolai joked.

” But you’re not a random stranger. Monty says you’re a good man and I should be friends with you. Can we be friends?” Ana asked.

Nikolai didn’t know why, but he agreed.

” Sure we can.” He nodded his head.

” Yay!” Ana shouted and threw her arms up. Her right one still grasping Monty.

” Ana, leave that man alone and come on. Julie is here and shes going to read a story to the other kids. Hurry up or you’ll miss it.” A nurse said.

” I have to go. Julie comes here sometimes and reads to us, bye!” She shouted before she ran out the door. Monty bouncing behind her as she ran.

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Nikolai stared at the boring news report on T.V. He sighed and flipped it off.

‘Try and stop the suicidal guy from killing himself? Yeah lets just leave him alone and bored. THAT sounds like a good idea.’ Nikolai thought sourly.

As he looked around the room for the 18th time to find something to entertain him, Ana walked through the open door with Monty hugged to her chest.

” Hi Nikolai!” She said and climbed into the chair that was still next to his bedside.

” Hello, Ana.” Nikolai smiled at the little girl.

“What are you doing?” Ana asked.

” Nothing.” He shrugged, and glanced around the empty room.

” That sounds boring.” She wrinkled her nose.

” Trust me, it is.” He laughed.

” why don’t you do something then?” She asked.

” I don’t have anything to do. There’s nothing good on T.V.” he said and nodded his head towards the television.

” Doesn’t anyone come to visit you?” She asked and turned her head to the side.

Nikolai felt tears filling his eyes.

” No.” He said shortly. He wanted her to leave now.

” Why not? People should visit you when you’re in the hospital. To make you feel better.” she said and fiddled with Monty in her lap.

” I don’t have anyone to visit me. I’m alone.” He said and tried to shift in his bed but it was difficult without the use of his arms.

” You’re not dating anyone? My daddy tried to date someone after my mommy but they didn’t like each other enough, that’s what daddy told me.” Ana asked.

‘ Jeez, what’s with this kid and complicated questions?’ Nikolai thought to himself.

” Well no, I don’t like girls. They’re yucky.” He said and smiled and nudged her. She giggled.

” Neither does my daddy.” She said.

‘ Oh, that makes things much easier.’ He thought.

” So you aren’t dating a man either?” She asked. Nikolai swallowed.

” I did. Not anymore though.” Nikolai thought of his old love and felt the pain and hurt wash over him again.

” What happened?” Ana asked.

” Its not important.” Nikolai shook his head.

” Did you two have a fight?” Ana asked.

‘Do the questions ever stop?’ Nikolai thought to himself.

” He didn’t like me very much anymore so we thought it would be better if we didn’t see each other.” Nikolai cleared his throat and tried to hold back the tears.

” Oh, I think he should still come to visit you.” Ana said. ” You shouldn’t be all alone.”

Nikolai smiled. ” Thanks. So what are you going to do today?” Nikolai tried to change the subject.

” Nothing, Julie said she couldn’t come today.” Ana shrugged. ” Can you tell me a story?” Ana’s eyes lit up.

” I don’t really know any stories that you would like.” Nikolai thought for any sort of story he could use to entertain the child.

” I like all kinds of stories, please?” She whined.

” Uh, Okay. Do you know the story about…” He thought harder for a story. ” Princess Anastasia?” he remembered the story had interested him when he had been in school.

” No.” Ana smiled and wiggled eagerly in her chair.

” Anastasia was a Russian princess. Her father was the king of Russia and he was a good king.” Nikolai started. Ana hugged Monty closer to her chest and her eyes were wide with interest.

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“Mom, can we talk?” Brian said, standing at the doorway to my mother’s bedroom.

Lisa was lying in her bed reading a book, one of those dime store romance books, soft porn disguised as novels. She looked up at her son and smiled, as she patted the bed beside her. Brian couldn’t help but notice her erect nipples poking against the fabric of her silk nightgown as she shifted her position to make room for him; he had been noticing things like that more and more as of late. As he sat down on the edge of the bed, she leaned over and placed her book on the night stand, her movements serving to pull the fabric even tighter against her flesh, outlining the fullness of her breasts and the erect nipples.

As Brian sat there staring at her breasts through the thin fabric, he felt his cock beginning to harden. He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. A mistake, as soon as he closed his eyes, images of his mother’s naked body flashed through his mind. He shifted around, placing his hands in his lap to try and cover the growing erection. This was going to be more difficult than he thought.

Brian opened his eyes, sighing in relief when he saw that his mom had repositioned herself, and the nightgown was no longer stretched taught against her flesh. She stared at him questioningly as he sat there, his hands fidgeting nervously in his lap. He had planned this all out in his head, but now that he was here in front of her, his whole planned out conversation seemed ridiculous. A son just didn’t go up to his mother and say what Brian had intended on saying. There are just some lines you don’t cross.

“What is it, Brian?” she asked, becoming impatient.

Brian took a deep breath and started speaking, slowly at first, but then like a dam letting loose, it all flowed out. He told her about his failed attempts at sex with Kelly. With each statement, the next became easier, the words flowing off his tongue easier and easier with each sentence. She just sat there, not even a nod of understanding, or a look of embarrassment.

“What do you mean it swells up?” Lisa said, after Brian explained Kelly’s reason for breaking up with him.

“Just that, mom.” he replied. “It swells up until it’s huge. It’s so big, Kelly says it hurts her.”

Lisa couldn’t help but glance down at the bulge in Brian’s shorts. She had to admit it was a rather large bulge, but by no means was it abnormally so.

“Well Brian,” she began, her voice calm and controlled, “I’m sure you know about how sex works. It’s quite normal for a man’s, uhm, penis to swell up during sex. Usually, the more excited he gets, the more blood flows into his penis, making it swell.”

“And as for Kelly, maybe she just wasn’t able to handle you. That doesn’t mean other women couldn’t. In fact many women prefer a slightly larger penis, when it comes to sex.” she said, at the same time thinking to herself, “God knows I do!”

She reached out and grabbed his hand from his lap, pulling it to her lips and giving it a quick kiss. As she did, Brian quickly moved his other hand to try to cover the obvious bulge.

“It doesn’t just get big, mom.” Brian said, his face turning red with embarrassment. “It gets huge. Kelly said it’s a monster.”

“Look, Brian. I don’t know what else I can tell you. If Kelly say’s it’s huge, then maybe to her it is. Still, I bet that you will find someone who can appreciate your, uhm gift.” Lisa said, finding that she kept glancing at his crotch as she spoke. “I don’t know, maybe you should find a girl with, uhm, a bit more experience.”

“Now, I invited your Aunt Julie over for dinner tonight. She’s been really depressed since the divorce, and I was hoping a night of cards might cheer her up. How about you run down to Leomin’s and pick up a couple of pizzas while I get a shower and get dressed?” As she said this she leaned back over again, grabbing her purse from the floor. His eyes followed her, and as she reached out for her purse, he could see down her nightgown, one entire breast nipple and all clearly visible. He thought he was going to explode in his pants.

“Oh, and pick up a bottle of wine from Lighthouse.” she added as she sat back up and handed him the money.

Brian slid from the bed, keeping his body turned away as he stood up. His mom had already grabbed up her book and was reading again as he headed toward the door. He had just stepped out of the room and was about to close the door when she called out to him.

“And Brian,” she said, looking up at him, “Don’t worry; things have a way of working themselves out. Just give it time. You’re barely twenty-one; you have your whole life to find the right girl.”

Brian just nodded and tried to smile as he slowly closed the door.

Lisa waited until she heard the front door close. She had known for some time that Brian had been stealing her underwear. She had found several pair stuffed in the bottom of the hamper with dried cum on them. She wasn’t even that surprised by how aroused he Ankara escort got when he was sitting on her bed. She couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his trousers when he was sitting on her bed or the look on his face when she grabbed his hand, her fingers coming dangerously close to that bulge.

What had surprised her was her own reaction to seeing him so aroused and his candid talk about sex.

Of course she had tried to blame it on the novel she was reading, but she knew the truth of it. The book fell to the bed as she slid down, kicking the covers off. Her fingers began caressing, exploring her own body, pushing the soft fabric aside as they explored, moving slowly downward, promising at least some relief.

Leomin’s was packed, and they told Brian it would be half an hour before the pizza’s would be ready so Brian drove over to Lighthouse Liquor to pick up the wine. As he walked up and down the aisle trying to look like he knew what he was doing, the sales clerk stood at the counter staring at him. After several minutes of staring at bottles without a clue of what to get, Brian grabbed one and walked up to the counter.

“Special night?” the clerk asked, taking the bottle and running it under the scanner.

“I guess. I mean, yeah!” Brian replied, not wanting to look foolish if he had bought some sort of wine for special occasions.

“You know, a special night is always a bit more special with flowers.” he said, nodding toward a vase in front of the register.

“Uhm, sure.” Brian replied, pulling two flowers from the vase. “Two of them, then.”

The clerk raised one eyebrow, and Brian wondered if he had screwed up. No matter, now. The clerk asked for his ID. Brian pulled it out, and handed it to him. The clerk raised his eyebrows again as he read it, looking from the ID to Brian and back again.

“It’s me.” Brian said, reciting off his name address and date of birth, along with the driver’s license number for extra measure.

The clerk just smiled and handed the ID back before taking the money Brian held out to him.

“Just had to make sure, son.” the clerk said, handing Brian his change and the bag.

By the time Brian got back to Leomin’s the pizzas were waiting. He drove home and carried the stuff into the house. As he walked into the kitchen, he saw mom standing at the counter talking on the phone while trying to make a salad. He put the bags on the counter and went over to help her. She was still in her nightgown, over which she had thrown a robe, left untied in the front. He nodded toward the bathroom and told her to go take her shower, while he finished getting things ready. She nodded at him, and walked away, the phone still held in the crook of her shoulder.

Brian put the wine in the fridge and the pizza in the oven, before finishing the salad. Then he cleared the dining room table off and set out plates and glasses. At the last second, he remembered the roses, and put one on each of the two plates, one for his mom, and one for his aunt.

“So what are you going to do?” Julie said, adjusting the phone as she slipped on a pair of lace panties, pulling them up to cover her freshly shaven mound.

“What do you mean, what am I going to do?” Lisa responded, as she turned on the shower. “What can I do?”

“Well, the way I see it you got two choices.” Julie responded, grunting as she pulled her too tight jeans up. “You can ignore it and he’ll just get worse, or you can play match maker, and set him up with some young girl who’ll spread her legs. Get the boy laid, girl. If he’s as big as you say he is, it shouldn’t be much of a problem. He really is that big, huh?”

“Put it this way.” Lisa said, feeling a little uncomfortable, “His hand barely covered it. Christ, when I bent over and caught him staring down my nightgown, I thought it was going to burst right out of his shorts!”

“God, if I hadn’t married your husband’s brother.” Julie muttered, as she sucked in her stomach and snapped her jeans.

“Julie!” Lisa admonished, “He’s your nephew and my son!”

“Oh, come on Lisa.” Julie replied, starting to put on her bra, but changing her mind, a wicked smile coming to her face. “Tell me you didn’t at least think about it. Something that big, I bet you damn near creamed yourself.”

“I did not!” Lisa replied, cursing at Julie for being right. “And that’s not the point.”

“Okay, okay!” Julie said pulling her sweater over her head, shivering as the rough fabric dragged across her nipples. “I tell you what. There are a couple of girls I know. I’ll talk to them.”

“Uhm, alright.” Lisa responded surprised by the how she felt; jealous. “I’ll see you in a bit.”

Julie hung up the phone and walked over to her dresser, pulling her sweater down over her jeans. Looking into the mirror she smiles approvingly. The sweater, like the jeans was a size too small, and hugged her skin, forming to the shape of her well formed breasts, the outline of her nipples clear through the Ankara escort bayan rough fabric.

“Alright, girls.” she said, looking down at her breasts clearly outlined by the tight fitting sweater. “I told Lisa I’d talk to a couple of my friends about Brian. What do you say?”

Lisa stripped down and climbed into the shower, painfully aware that her earlier session after Brian had left had only served to deepen her desire. She stood under the warm spray and closed her eyes. She was in her bed. It was dark out, and a noise had awakened her. There were footsteps coming down the hallway. They stopped, and she heard the handle of her door turn. The door opened, and Brian stood there. He was completely naked and his member, even now she couldn’t think of it as a cock, his member was pointing straight out at her, pulsing and twitching. Even in the dim light from the hallway, she could see the fluids oozing from the tip as he walked slowly across the room.

She felt the bed shift as he knelt down beside her, his hand reaching under the covers to slowly trace a path up her leg. His fingers began caressing her, gently pushing against the fleshy lips of her opening. She could feel her juices starting to flow, covering his fingers as he slid one inside her, slowly moving it around.

“Ohh god.” she cried, wanting to pull away from him, but her body just thrust upward against his intruding fingers. “Ohhh, please, Brian we can’t, we mustn’t.” she moaned as he inserted another finger into her.

Her body betrayed her, her hips thrusting upward, as her hand reached out to grasp his massive member.

“We mustn’t but god, I need you.” she moaned, pulling him onto her, guiding his cock, oh god, his cock into her anxiously waiting body.

“Stop it!” Lisa thought, stepping back. She grabbed the body wash and hurried through her shower.

With the table ready, Brian headed to his room, wanting to change before his aunt arrived. As he walked past the bathroom, he saw that the door was partially open. He could hear the shower running, and as he reached out to pull the door closed, he heard a soft moan. He stopped abruptly, listening to his mother.

“Oh God, oh please, oh, ohh!” she moaned.

Brian recognized the sounds immediately. As he stood there listening to her moans, his cock hardened, straining against his shorts. His hand dropped down to caress his cock through his shorts as he continued to listen to his mother.

“Oh yes baby, please, ohh god, Brian.” she moaned.

Brian froze, his hand gripping his cock through his shorts. “Had she just called out his name?” he thought, taking a step backwards.

He heard her again, using his name. He stepped backwards, moving away from the door, unable to believe what he was hearing. He turned and walked to his room, his mind spinning as he pulled the door closed.

“Could it be that she wanted him?” he thought, standing with his back to the door.

By the time Julie pulled into the driveway she was no longer so sure it had been a good idea to dress the way she had. Still there was nothing to do about it now. Parking her car, she climbed out and walked toward the house, the feel of the fabric on her bare tits as they bounced with each step was enough to remove any feelings of doubt about what she was doing.

Lisa met her at the door, a look of uneasiness on her face. Julie’s jaw dropped when she saw what Lisa was wearing, a short cut skirt and a sheer silk top, sheer enough that Julie could see her bra through the thin fabric. The two women hugged then walked inside.

“Brian, Aunt Julie’s here.” Lisa called out as the two women walked into the dining room.

“You would almost think he was getting ready for a romantic evening.” Julie said walking up to the table and picking up one of the roses.

She put the flower to her nose to smell it, but suddenly pulled it away, as one of the petals sprung upward, revealing a lacelike material.

“Oh my god!” she said, putting the rose down, “Those are panty roses!”

Just then Brian walked in. “Hi Aunt Julie.” he called walking across the room.

Julie spun around, feeling her breasts sway, the nipples rubbing roughly against the knit.

“Uhm, Hi Brian.” she said, feeling her face flush.

She picked up her rose, and held it to her nose. “Uhm, thanks for the rose, where did you get it?” she said, letting the loose lace catch between her teeth. She slowly pulled, loosening the binding, and the skimpy lace panties popped out.

“Oops.” she said, smiling, “I think I broke it.”

“Its alright.” she said, seeing Brian blush. “I think they’re adorable, don’t you Lisa?”

Lisa just stood there shocked by what had just transpired.

“I’ll get the pizza and wine.” he said walking past then and into the kitchen.

“I’ll get the cards out.” Lisa said, frowning at Julie. She had noticed the way Julie’s breasts swayed in her sweater and how her nipples were poking out against the fabric. Escort Ankara It was totally clear she had come over without a bra. And the stunt with the panties was way over the top.

“What are you doing, going braless like that.” she whispered as she walked past Julie.

“Like you can talk.” Julie hissed in response.

“What are you talking about, I’m wearing a bra.” Lisa responded, stopping to stare at her sister in law.

“Yeah, I know. It’s a white lace bra that barely covers your nipples. A Victoria Secret bra if I’m not mistaken.” Julie replied, straightening her sweater.

Lisa just blushed and turned away. She hadn’t realized just how see thru the blouse was, “Or did I?” she thought, grabbing the cards and returning to the table.

Moments later Brian entered carrying the pizza and the bottle of wine. They all sat around the table as Brian served up the pizza. Julie offered to pour the wine, but Brian shook his head. He hadn’t failed to notice his mother’s sheer blouse, or his aunt’s nipples trying to poke holes through her sweater. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but he damn sure was going to enjoy the view. He moved around to stand beside his mom and bent over to fill her glass, taking the opportunity to catch a glimpse of her breasts through the opening in her blouse.

Julie sat watching, as Brian ogled his mother’s breasts. With the wine glass filled, he paused for a moment, and then moved over to stand beside her chair. As he filled her glass, it was like she could feel his eyes on her. She glanced over and almost gasped at the obvious bulge in his crotch. Lisa hadn’t been exaggerating. She doubted that she could get her fingers completely around it and it had to be almost ten inches long. Glancing over at Lisa, she arched her eyebrow.

The three of them began playing cards. Every time either of the girls’ glasses was empty Brian would jump up and refill both of them each time taking the opportunity to stare down their blouses.

They were playing Rummy, and by the time the second game was done, the wine bottle was empty. Lisa had just finished the last bit of wine in her glass, and set it down, looking over at Brian.

“Sorry, mom.” he said, holding up the bottle. “It’s empty.”

“Hey, wait a minute.” Julie piped in. “How come only your mom and I are drinking?”

Brian shrugged and put the bottle down. “I don’t like wine.” he said, holding out his hands.

“So what do you like?” Julie said, leaning out onto the table, her arms positioned to force her breasts together so that they nearly spilled out the top of her sweater.

“Well, uhm, rum I guess.” Brian said blatantly staring at his aunt’s tits.

Lisa, who hadn’t eaten any pizza, was already feeling the effects of the wine. She looked at Brian, staring at Julies tits which were damn near bursting out of her sweater. “And boob’s, apparently.” she thought.

“What’s that?” Julie said looking at her.

Lisa put her hand to her mouth suddenly realizing she had spoken out loud.

“How about you go get some of that rum?” Julie said, returning her attention to Brian.

“Well, uhm is that alright, mom?” he said, looking over at Lisa.

Lisa just nodded, her mind whirling with the effects of the wine, and the obvious sexual tension in the air. As Brian got up and headed to the kitchen, Lisa stood up as well.

“I’ll be right back.” she said as she headed down the hallway and into the bathroom.

As Julie heard the door close, she jumped up and headed into the kitchen. Brian had grabbed a bottle of coke and some glasses, and was reaching into the cupboard above the fridge. She walked up behind him quietly slipping her arms around his waist, as she pressed into his back. She felt him go stiff, as her hands reached around to caress his stomach, just above his belt line.

“Need some help?” she said, her fingers sliding up under his shirt to stroke his bare skin.

“Uh, no thanks.” he said, twisting sideways and stepping away from her. As he did he felt her fingers drop down tracing a path across the front of his legs coming within an inch of his cock.

“You know, Brian.” Julie said, reaching out and running her fingers down his chest, stopping just below his belt line. “If there’s ever anything I can do for you.”

Brian just stood there, staring at his aunt, unable to believe that she was actually coming on to him. His skin tingled where she touched him, and his cock was straining against his pants. She moved in close, her breasts almost touching his chest as she looked up at him, smiling.

“And I do mean anything.” she whispered, letting her fingers slide down brushing across his swollen cock.

Just then, they both heard the bathroom door open, and jumped apart, both of them blushing as they headed back into the dining room. They had just sat back down, Brian having to pause to adjust his erection, which caused him to blush even more, as Julie stared at him, running her tongue across her lips, when Lisa came strolling back into the room. Brian’s mouth fell open as he looked at his mother. Her blouse was tucked into her skirt and pulled down tight. He could clearly see the outline of bare breasts through the shirt.

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Debra got home later than she expected. She slumped on the doorpost replaying the nights actions. It had really happened. She wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry. Chris must have really changed his opinions about her after this evening, but then again most people didn’t expect anything more from a girl in her line of work. She threw her stuff down on the living room floor on her way to the bedroom and then sat regarding the TV with a mindless stare. Some random program of the type that’s usually on about 4am.

She lay there thinking about Chris. He really was a paradox. She lay there on the bed in her underwear with her red hair around her like some bloody halo. The guy came off as a real genuine guy but he was willing to let that creep Johnny paw and fuck her at the same time as him. The idea of it made her nauseated but remembering having both guys fucking her at the same time made her start to want more. She thought of Chris cock burying itself deep inside her. Her fingers had made their way into her panties of their own accord. She felt her outside pussy lips start to get slick with their own juices. She flicked her clit with one of her fingers and the sensations sent shivers through her. Her fingers Ankara escort caressed the outside of her shaven slit as she slid the tip of one inside. Teasing herself in this way was almost as bad as if it had been someone else.

She slid her finger further inside and stroked the inside of her pussy, just wishing it was Chris’ fingers and not her own. Her panties were getting really wet and seemed to be constricting her so she slid them off, joining the rest of the laundry still on the bedroom floor. She spread her legs and started rubbing her clit again. The little nub had become engorged with blood and while she rubbed it and finger fucked herself at the same time she couldn’t help moaning. She rubbed her breasts with her free hand, feeling the nipples harden to her touch. She couldn’t believe how horny she was after the events of earlier. God she needed a cock and needed one now. Her pussy seemed so empty without someone ramming themselves inside her and filling her up. Her fingers slid in and out of her wet hole, she couldn’t wait for someone else to come for her so she reached into her bedside drawer and pulled out one of her toys.

She hadn’t used these in a while but she needed something to Ankara escort bayan fuck herself with. She pulled out a small vibrator then discarded it just as quickly, she needed action rather than stimulation. Her hand closed around a large dildo, and without much forethought she slid the tip of it into her dripping hole. The feeling of the hard head stretching her lips open almost made her come on its own, but she withdrew just as a guy would. In and out she slid the tip, faster and then again slower, teasing her swollen lips. Then, she could wait no more and she buried it deep inside herself, and she moaned out loudly as the length of it slid inside her. She felt herself begin to come as she slid it out, and drenched it with her juice as it rested on her pussy lips.

The phone was ringing. She hadn’t heard it over her own moans. Still breathing hard she leant over and picked the handset up from the bedside table. ” Hey Deb, its Chris. Are you ok, you sound like you’re out of breath.”

” Yeh , I was er exercising!” she smiled to herself. “how comes you’re still up so late.”

“Exercising, yes at half past four in the morning, sure. Missed me that much huh?” She could almost hear the grin Escort Ankara on his face. “Just the thought of you doing that over me makes me want to fuck you again, but I guess you don’t need anymore company for tonight.”

Damn, he was good, but there was no way she was going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that it was his cock she had been thinking about while she was fucking herself. “Aren’t we self proclaimed!” she exclaimed. “so what do you want at this time of morning? Since u seem to have the idea I don’t really need you anymore tonight.” She was desperately trying to stop herself giggling and sounding like a schoolgirl with her crush.

“Actually I was wondering if you weren’t busy perhaps you might like to spend the day with me. Pick you up about 11ish? That is, if you don’t need to sleep too much to continue looking so good!”

“You know Chris, I’d almost have to question your intentions! But I think I know them already. 11 sounds good. Just hope you know what you’re getting yourself in for. You know where I am so just wake me up when you get here.” She hung up the phone with a smile, and then chided herself for getting involved with yet another guy that was going to use her and break her heart when he was finished. But at least she might get something as well as the physical side this time. She lay back and thought about what they might do tomorrow. Maybe he wasn’t intimidated by public places, she’d have to find out!

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