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Backseat Step-Family

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Summary: Stepsister finds creative ways to distract stepbrother on road trip.

Note 1: Thanks to Breezy for yet another wicked idea… and a fun new twist on the basic backseat trope.

Note 2: This is a Summer Lovin’ Story Contest 2023 story so please vote.

Note 3: Thanks to Tex Beethoven for editing.

Note 4: Tex would like to thank Breezy for teaching him the endearment ‘boo’. (And so would LeAnn.)

Backseat Step-Family

“Aaron, we just have to take this trip together,” Dad said to me desperately. But also tentatively, since he was well aware of what a painful emotional struggle it would be for me.

“I know, I know,” I said, but just thinking about it was sending me into a tailspin of anxieties, and was bringing back memories and negative associations I’d been struggling with for years.

“I know it won’t be easy, boo,” my stepmom LeAnn added, “but Nicki and I can sit with you for the entire drive if you wish.”

“I’d like that, thanks,” I said, admiring my black stepmom in a dress that didn’t… or actually couldn’t possibly minimize her 40DD breasts. (I’d once snuck into her room and peeked at her bra size… I know… a bit perverted, but I just had to know.)

“Would that help?” Dad asked.

“Maybe,” I replied dubiously, as I also admired her great legs in her nylons. Both my stepmom and my stepsister wore nylons almost every day. In truth, I didn’t even know I had a thing for nylons, since almost nobody wore them that I was aware of, until they moved in. And now they always walked around in their nylon-clad feet, with their toenails always painted, and for reasons I didn’t understand, their legs and feet in pantyhose kept making my dick go hard.

“I’m sure we can find ways to keep our boy distracted,” my stepmom said with her usual sly smile.

“So you’ll go?” Dad asked, this time sounding a bit hopeful.

I looked at my stepmom, checked out her huge breasts, glanced down at her toenails (they were painted purple this time, and covered in sheer mocha-coloured nylons), and I wondered if she’d wear them on our long drive. Even though she wore them every day, even during a recent heatwave, I couldn’t fathom her wearing them throughout a long drive from Albuquerque, New Mexico to Destin, Florida. And I certainly couldn’t ask her to… but endless opportunities to slyly perv on her legs in nylons throughout the trip would likely keep me distracted.

“I promise I’ll be there for you,” LeAnn promised, coming towards me… her voluptuous cleavage leading the way. “And this is our last chance as a new family to go on a road trip together, before you and Nicki go off to college in the fall.”

“I know,” I admitted. She was now standing right in front of me.

Nicki, who’d been silent so far, swung one leg over the other as she played on her phone, unknowingly distracting me with her black nylons and red painted toenails. My stepsister of six months was unbelievably hot. Like an eleven out of ten hot! She said, “I’ll do whatever I can to help, as well.”

I glanced over to her, and she wiggled her perfectly manicured toes, as if she knew my eyes would be drawn to them… which they were.

“See, son? We’ll all pitch in throughout the entire trip to keep you from getting too anxious,” Dad said.

“Aaron,” my stepmother said, taking my hands, her cleavage now all I could look at, but she didn’t seem to mind. She had to know it was impossible for me to keep my eyes off of her seemingly bottomless valley of dark flesh. “I promise that Nicki and I will make sure you’re comfortable for the entire drive. And one or the other of us will sit with you for the entire time.”

“Or we can even both sit with you,” Nicki added. “Stepdad will need to pay attention to the highway, so he won’t be much fun.”

“Okay,” I said, the idea of sitting between these ebony beauties was making my already hard dick… it was often hard ever since they’d moved in… flinch.

“That’s great!” LeAnn said excitedly, and she wrapped her arms around me and gave me one of her patented hugs, where her huge breasts squished against me… making my hard dick flinch again… and this time… embarrassingly… right against her leg! I prayed she wouldn’t notice my erection.

“Son, that is great,” Dad agreed.

“Sweet,” Nicki added.

“So we have a plan,” my stepmother affirmed, with her perfume enveloping me and enhancing the sexy stimulation she was inadvertently giving me.

“I guess,” I said, with a lot less confidence and excitement than everyone else was showing. My stepmom released me from her strong, cushiony clutches.

“Aaron,” she said, looking me in the eyes, “trust me. You need this trip. I promise it will be therapeutic for you. And we’ll all be on hand to help you to overcome your PTSD.”

“I just know I’ll have some şerifali escort anxiety attacks,” I said honestly. In fact I was starting to have one right now just from thinking about getting one.

“Come here,” LeAnn said, wrapping me back up in her motherly arms. She always reacted quickly whenever I had one of these anxiety attacks.

Being wrapped in her comforting cocoon always managed to calm me down… and it wasn’t just because of her voluptuous breasts and sexy legs… no, she just had a magical way about her of disarming my anxieties almost as soon as they emerged.

“Just breathe,” she coaxed, with my face almost planting itself in her valley of flesh. Her perfume was stronger now. Was it possible that she sprayed perfume between her breasts?

I did breathe, inhaling her sensual perfume, and my panic attack faded away swiftly.

“Thanks. I feel better now,” I said after about forty seconds.

“Anytime, boo,” she said softly. She gave me one more squeeze before releasing me again.

“Thanks,” I repeated, glancing down to see her pretty toes in the sheer nylon, before looking at my Dad. “Okay, I’ll come along.”

“Okay, son,” Dad grinned happily.

We celebrated my momentous decision by Dad and LeAnn going and getting us some ice cream from Dairy Queen… now called DQ… my favourite.

I sat down on the couch at the opposite end from Nicki, and started watching Jeopardy, which had begun a few minutes ago.

I answered some of the questions quickly and correctly, since being a contestant on Jeopardy was one of my dream goals. I also contemplated our upcoming trip. Why had I agreed to come along? There was no way I could possibly go through with that without falling prey to my panic attacks, and then I’d start acting crazy! But I had great difficulty in refusing my curvy, sexy stepmom anything she asked of me.

Now you’re probably thinking how pathetic I must be to get anxiety attacks just from the thought of riding in a car for countless hours. Well, seven years ago, when I was eleven, I was riding in our car while my mother was driving, and we got into a terrible accident and my mother didn’t survive. I actually watched my mother dying, while I was lying helplessly in the backseat with a broken leg, a concussion, and some minor injuries. Ever since then I’ve struggled to be inside a car without freaking out… especially on a highway… where she had lost control of the car on an invisible patch of black ice, and we had rolled completely over, three full times.

Oddly, I can take a bus comfortably, which is how I’d gotten to and from school for the past seven years. I could also ride in an airplane (I think, I haven’t tried). But just getting into a car always got me flashing back to seven years ago… flashbacks with the image of my Mom looking into my eyes as she took her last breath… flashbacks to the day everything had changed.

Nicki interrupted my musings by sliding closer to me on the couch and asking sympathetically, “Do you think you actually can endure this trip without having those panic attacks?”

“I don’t know,” I said. My anxiety was rising again.

“Is one starting up right now?” she asked, noticing me starting to tremble.

“I think so,” I said.

“I’m so sorry! Here, rub my feet,” she said, swinging her nylon-clad feet into my lap.

“What? Why?” I asked. Her amazing legs had suddenly appeared on top of mine, and her skirt was hiked up so high that I could see she wasn’t wearing pantyhose, but thigh-high stockings. I could even see the lace tops!

“Try distracting yourself by massaging my feet,” she said, wiggling her toes right in front of me… my dick hardening underneath her feet.

“Um, okay,” I said, surprised by her suggestion, but excited to be touching those sheer nylons.

“Don’t pretend you don’t want to do this, bro,” she said, as I started massaging her left foot.

“Pardon?” I asked. The nylons were super silky sheer and soft.

“As if you’re not obsessed with Mom’s and my nylon-clad legs and feet,” she accused.

“I am not,” I said, likely too quickly to be credible.

“Riiiiiiight,” she drawled at length, and she settled her other foot down onto my hard dick. “And if you don’t have a nylon obsession, then why are you so hard right now?”

“I’m always hard,” I said with a groan. Shocked by this very unexpected sexual touching. I defended, “I’m an eighteen-year-old guy.”

“But touching me through my stocking seems to have distracted you from the panic attack you were starting to have,” Nicki pointed out, as I greedily massaged her entire sole.

“I guess it did,” I admitted, realizing that massaging her silky sheer foot had indeed calmed down the anxiety that had been rising inside me.

“Yeah! Lurking behind your borderline psychosis is just a horny pervert,” she teased… like she found it amusing.

“Says seyhan escort the gal rubbing her stepbrother’s dick with her foot,” I pointed out, as she moved her free foot ever so slowly up and down my raging hard-on.

“Says the guy with a hard-on from checking out his stepmom and stepsister’s tits, legs, and feet,” she countered.

“Like I said, I’m always hard,” I defended. I kept massaging her foot, and her free foot kept rubbing my dick.

“And my mother and I always wear nylons,” she shot back. “Coincidence? I think not.”

“Fine. I like nylons,” I shrugged. “I didn’t even know I did before you and your Mom moved into the house.”

“There it is, then,” she grinned. She entrusted her other foot to my hands, and I happily grasped it and began massaging.

“Your feet… in nylons… actually do distract me,” I admitted.

“Then having my very own live-in foot fetish masseur will be nice.”

“Really?” I asked, this intimate interaction was definitely inappropriate for a stepbrother and stepsister. But whatever… I’d take her up on this any time she offered… with or without her foot rubbing my dick.

“Yes, really,” she said. She began rubbing my dick a bit more aggressively.

“W-w-what are you doing?” I stammered.

“Just helping my baby brother out,” she said in a sexy, seductive tone.

I was about to come in my pants! Her foot rubbing my dick and her tone were making my balls bubble. I always hated when she called me her baby brother… just because she was six weeks older than I was.

“Oh, God,” I groaned. I tried to hold it in, but it was no use… and I spewed a load in my underwear!

“That was quick,” she chuckled. She continued rubbing my dick, while I continued coming and coming!

“I’m so sorry!” I apologized, although I wasn’t certain what I was apologizing for, even while I kept oozing more cum into my underwear.

“Don’t be sorry. I’m sure you can reload quickly,” she smiled companionably.

Just then, the front door opened. She quickly swung her feet away, gave my dick a quick squeeze (with her hand this time), and whispered, assessing my seven-inch dick, “Maybe you’re really my big brother.” She then quickly returned to where she’d been sitting before the surreal foot job I’d just received.

It wasn’t even five seconds later, when our parents came in with the ice cream. My stepmom came over and handed me my hot chocolate sundae, glancing down at my crotch. I assumed she noticed the quarter-sized wet spot… which I was now noticing for the first time.

She didn’t say anything, but she gave me just the slightest smirk, before she sauntered away… giving me a great look at her legs from behind… and I noticed for the first time that her nylons had a seam up the back… which for some reason enhanced their sexiness.

During the next three weeks, nothing like that ever happened again, and I assumed it wouldn’t ever happen again… even though I unloaded quite a few loads from replaying our encounter in my head over and over again.

Not to mention, I was able to listen to my Dad having sex with LeAnn on multiple occasions, while my sweet and motherly stepmom morphed into a nasty, verbal slut. The filth that flew out of her mouth was hotter than any porn flick I’d ever watched, like: “Oh, yes! Give me that big white dick! Pound my black pussy! Fill me up with that fucking huge white dick! Shoot that load all over my face! Pound my asshole!” and, “Oh, fuck yes! Fill my asshole with your creamy cum!”

Faced with all this evidence that my stepmom was a nasty three-hole slut behind her pretty, sexy, sweet exterior enhanced my utter fascination and obsession with her… leading to my spewing many loads while I imagined giving my virginity to my Dad’s wife! I knew it was sick… very, very sick… but every time my dick got hard, or I listened to them fucking, that was the fantasy that always popped into my head. Although sometimes it was my stepsister instead… which was still sick, but not as sick as fantasizing about fucking my Dad’s wife!

Which led us all to the long, two-day drive that forever changed our lives….

…..

Wanting to get an early start, it was 7:00 in the morning as we headed out to the car to begin our road trip… two long days on various highways… my anxiety was already peaking at a new high. There was no way I could handle this trip! Just looking at the Range Rover from the outside, was sending anxiety shooting through me.

Dad asked, as he stacked three suitcases in the backseat, “You okay?”

“I don’t know,” I answered, staring at the car as if it was a cobra ready to strike, and I was a terrified, spellbound mouse.

“He’ll be okay,” Nicki said, arriving in a short plaid skirt, tan nylons, and a white blouse. “I’ll make sure of it.”

Magically, my dick hardened in my shorts.

My stepmother followed Nicki out of the side escort house a moment later, wearing a poppy-covered sundress and her trademark mocha-coloured nylons. Her dress, just like all her dresses, didn’t do much to de-emphasize her voluptuous tits.

“Ready, Aaron?” LeAnn asked, coming up to me.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I replied, my anxiety dissipating as I admired my stepsister and my stepmom… two perfect distractions… and both of them were… insanely?… wearing nylons on a day when it was already a hundred degrees. And since we lived in Albuquerque, we’d be heading through half of Texas today, and into the Deep South tomorrow!

“That’s good, boo,” she said, giving me a big hug. “Nicki will make sure to keep you relaxed.”

“Okay,” I said.

“Like she did that evening a few weeks ago,” she added, before letting go of me.

What did she mean by that? What did she know? My eyes went wide at the possibility that she knew how I’d gotten that wet spot in my pants. And if she meant what I thought she did, she was implying that her daughter was about to distract me by playing with my dick! Again!

“You’re rather overdressed for a road trip, honey,” Dad observed.

“You don’t like?” LeAnn asked.

“No, no, no! I certainly don’t mean that! You know how much I love your fashion sense,” he said. “It’s just really hot today.”

“And I like to look hot,” she said, doing a 360º twirl, her dress sailing up just far enough to reveal a quick flash of her pantyhose-clad ass.

“You definitely do, honey,” Dad said, wrapping his arms around her. “Always.”

“Enough, you two,” Nicki complained. “It’s way too hot out here… let’s get in the car and crank up the air conditioner!”

“Your chariot awaits, milady,” Dad said gallantly. He went around to the passenger door and opened it for his bride of six months.

“Why, thank you, gentle sir,” she said with a gracious smile as she stepped inside.

Nicki climbed into the backseat. She was stuck in the middle, since those three suitcases were hogging the right third of the bench seat in the back. She patted the seat beside her, right behind my Dad… which was rather inconvenient for my long legs, even though our Range Rover was considered a luxury SUV. Fortunately, my stockbroker Dad could afford to buy just about anything he wanted.

I took a deep breath… admiring my stepsister’s sexy legs in their tan nylons with a shiny glean… and… quickly, before I could change my mind… I got into a car for the first time in years!

“There you go,” LeAnn said with her usual buoyant outlook, looking at me approvingly.

Dad got into the car, fastened his seat belt, which made me hurriedly do mine too, and he pulled away from the curb without saying a word… giving me nary a chance to change my mind.

I took a deep breath, and as the car started moving, I found my anxiety zooming from zero to sixty in a heartbeat… I could actually feel my pounding heartbeat!

Nicki took my hand, placed it on her nylon-clad leg, and whispered, “Relax, big brother.”

She then moved my hand up and down her left leg slowly and smoothly. The sheer, silky nylon… the softness… the warmth of her thigh… her hand on mine… had my anxiety calming back down in another heartbeat.

LeAnn looked back… glanced down to see my hand on her daughter’s leg… smiled… nodded… and asked, “How you doing, boo?”

“O…kay,” I said, taking a deep, shuddery breath between the two syllables, as I enjoyed the sensations my hand was capturing from Nicki’s soft, silken legs.

“That’s good,” my stepmother said, continuing to look into my eyes, and also at my hand slowly moving up and down her daughter’s nylon-clad leg. And she seemed to approve of my caressing her daughter’s nylon-clad legs, “Just let yourself relax, boo.”

“Okay,” I repeated. My stepmom’s words and her support, mixed with the silky sensations of my stepsister’s silky sheer stockings, had me calming right down.

“You’re being so brave, boo,” LeAnn said, continuing to talk soothingly to me while the car started up after stopping for a red light.

“Yes, so brave,” Nicki purred into my ear, her hot breath making a chill go up my spine… a wicked contrast between hot and cold.

“You doing okay back there, son?” Dad asked as he drove. It was then, as my hand strayed slightly beneath my stepsister’s skirt, that I decided I was happy to be sitting behind him… so he couldn’t see precisely what was keeping me calm.

“I am, actually,” I said, rather surprised. Although I was still tightly controlling my breathing, my stepsister indicated with a smile and a nod that it was perfectly okay for me to reach my hand under her dress… and she actually guided my hand further up… while my stepmother watched… obviously continuing to approve.

“That’s great, son,” he said, his tone filled with relief and happiness. “It’s so great.”

“Yes, he’s a very brave man,” LeAnn agreed, as she watched my hand wandering higher and higher up her daughter’s leg.

“So brave,” Nicki added. Her hot breath made me tremble as she stopped my hand just a couple of inches away from her pussy… and my entire hand was now hidden beneath her skirt.

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A Hole Between Rooms Ch. 01

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I’m going to give some background on what’s happening. You can skip to the next part if that doesn’t interest you.

Here are the cliff notes. My name is Jay, the family that’s possibly maybe relevant here in the future is my sister Eve, my other sister Nola, Mom, Dad, two cousins (F) May and June, and my aunt Bethany. Everyone’s in their 20’s or older. When covid hit and half of us lost our jobs, we ended up moving in together renting one large house to save money.

(I’m vastly oversimplifying to keep anonymity)

It’s been a big adjustment for everyone, but thankfully we’re all safe and no one has come down with the ‘rona. The layout is Eve and I’s bedrooms are in the basement along with the den and pool table room. May, June, and Nola have rooms on the main floor, and finally, the parents and Aunt Bethany have rooms on the second floor.

When we all moved in together, only Eve and I worked from home and so needed the best internet. Initially, we had the modem and router in Eve’s room with the rest of us on wifi, however, I ended up needing an ethernet connection as well.

(I promise this matters, just hang with me.)

We drilled a hole through the shared wall between our basement rooms to bring the connection to my side but ended up having a 1-inch hole which is far larger than necessary. By the time I realized the issue, it was too late and I just told Eve I would get a rubber gasket type thing to fill the void space. I got lazy, though, and just used a post-it note to cover it.

Here’s where things take a turn. Last night I was just browsing and I heard something that sounded like headphones putting out sound nearby but I couldn’t tell what it was. I moved around my room until I got to the hole and put my ear to it. At first, I thought Eve had some TikTok playing and was about to go back to my laptop when I listened a bit closer and could have sworn I just heard a moan.

Now, I need to put a few things out there. First, I have never had any serious feelings for Eve before this. Sure, I would notice when she wore something that showed off her figure, but it never progressed beyond that. Also, incest porn in my mind (at the time) consisted entirely of eye-rolling scenes with step-sisters caught in washing machines, so the category was not in my usual interests.

All this is to say I was frozen in place when my brain registered the sounds coming from her room. I got tunnel vision and had trouble breathing. A panic attack felt like it was going to overwhelm me. I was hyper-aware of every sound I was making and immediately stilled. I’m sure if you could see me at that moment I’d appear to be in shock.

I took several deep breaths, steadied myself on the wall, closed my eyes, and leaned in to listen closely. First, there was some muffled talking, then a single “slap” sound, and finally a long, low moan. I could tell this all came from the speaker she was listening through rather than Eve herself. I listened more. Additional detail started coming through, I could make out a masculine voice say something, then feminine moans, then the unmistakable audio of hard fucking.

This continued for several minutes after which I had to move away from the hole since listening required I crouch in a very uncomfortable position. As quietly as possible, I tip-toed to my bed and sat down. My head was spinning. I knew what I heard, and could guess what was happening on the other side of this wall, but I had no idea how to feel. One thing I only then realized, I was hard as diamond. Looking down, my dick was standing tall at attention against my PJs. I suddenly felt so incredibly horny, that I thought I might just cum right then and there. My mind was bombarded with ideas of what she was doing.

I’m not proud of sarıyer escort this part, but I opened her Instagram and desperately scrolled looking for bikini pics. I knew her better than anyone else in the world, but I suddenly had to have her image in front of me. I pulled out lube and laying in bed, I started with long, slow strokes. This lead to a faster rhythm when I noticed my fun was making noise. Specifically, the frame of my bed was creaking. I had never heard this before when jacking off, but I also usually used earbuds listening to gonewildaudio or had a video playing and hadn’t known this creaking happened. I felt very self-conscious and slowed down my strokes until the creaking stopped.

The side effect was this primal need to jack off faster and faster, but having to hold back-almost edging myself. Lightning went through my body and I climaxed. I contained most of it in my shirt, only a little hitting my face. I wiped it off with a paper towel on my nightstand and just stared at my ceiling.

I head my sister watching porn. She was almost certainly getting off mere feet from me. Fuck, I had no idea what to think. I still don’t. I passed out soon after.

~~~

The next day, I woke up groggy and with the sun in my eyes. I needed to piss and was working up the effort to take care of that when I suddenly realized I had overslept and was late for work. Immediate panic, adrenalin shocked me totally awake. I typically set my alarm the evening before but I fell asleep before doing so. I looked at my phone, multiple missed calls and texts from my boss. I hurriedly called him and apologized, getting on my work computer and starting everything up before running to the bathroom to get the bare minimum done. I half-joged back to my desk and stubed my fucking toe on the god damned desk leg. This set off a few choice words while I attempted to get my work setup functioning.

I ended up drawing the attention of Eve who walked over to see what all the noise was about. She knocked at the half-open door. I turn to see her and EVERYTHING came rushing back from last night. I must have had a weird look because she stopped mid-sentence and asked if everything was alright. I mumbled out something and said I would explain later and to please close the door.

Thankfully everything was fine with work and I got my feelings under control before too long. My boss was surprisingly understanding.

Cut to later, I was logging out of my job and couldn’t avoid thinking of where things went from there. I started to write my thoughts down in my journal and was struck with the impression I’m overthinking the situation. Siblings have experienced far worse than overhearing the other getting off, so I tried taking a mental step back and evaluate where my head was at. I like Eve. I love Eve. We’ve been through hell in this family, and she’s just generally been an awesome person. She’s funny and always smiling. No exaggeration, she’s one of those people that needs a reason to be in a bad mood.

Physically she’s an 8, easy. She’s also single. She’s had a handful of boyfriends and girlfriends the last 5 years, but nothing in the last 6 months or so, her consistent complaints to our sister Nola have made that clear. Last I heard she was looking on bumble and tinder for matches that didn’t set off warning bells to her, but that’s been slow going.

Side note here, there’s one instance in the past where Nola had me buy her a vibrator and the cousins found out. That’s a whole other event unrelated to this but worth telling at some point if only to give better context to the family dynamics.

But back to the situation. It was half an hour after work ended and I was sitting at my desk going şarkışla escort over all the angles when there was a knock at my door. I pushed myself off the desk, rolled over the ground on my chair, and reached up to open the door. Eve was standing there with a large amazon box in her arms.

“Delivery for Jay, extra heavy, move aside!” Eve proclaimed, walking in. She dropped the box on my bed and turned, moving toward the door as though to leave when she stoped next to me and subtly rubs her fingers together while looking the other way. It’s an inside joke between us going back years. I fulfilled my end and gesture over my pockets as though expecting money.

“So sorry, rain check” came my reply.

I moved over to the box and opened it up. Most of the space was taken by cartons of protein shakes I buy in bulk online. Don’t judge me, I like the taste and it’s economical. Next to those was a box of Ferrero Rocher chocolates. They’re a favorite of both of ours. I usually hoard them, only doling some out to the rest of the family when I’m feeling generous. My thought process was that getting Eve in a good mood could only be a good thing.

I told her to put out her hand. She complies and I set one chocolate down.

“This is for the delivery”

I set down another on her hand.

“And this is ’cause I like ya”

She smiled, huged me, then went to actually leave. I was unexpectedly overwhelmed with the compulsion to not have her leave. No particular reason, I had no plan, I just wanted to spend more time with her.

“Where are you going? Tell me how work was” I said, trying to keep my voice level.

Eve turned around, beaming that perfect smile (was it always perfect? Is this my brain conspiring against me?) and started talking about the absolute trash work colleague she’s dealing with that’s causing problems. I took it all in while unloading the protein drinks and breaking down the amazon box. She sat on the bed and told me stories about her day that amused her, but would have made me mad in her position. She’s a saint.

Now, for this next part, you need to know what Ferrero Rocher are. I encourage you to look it up if you aren’t aware. They’re hazelnuts dipped in chocolate, surrounded by wafer, and then dipped in chocolate again with bits of hazelnut sprinkled on top. I like to just pop them in my mouth and savor them.

Eve on the other hand has a different method. She lightly bites into it, taking off the entire outer shell before eating the inside. She claims it’s the only right way, though I’ve had my doubts. Never again will I question it though, because of what happened next. This chocolate shenanigans she did got her hands messy. She looked around her, obviously wanting something to wipe her hands with.

What happened next is burned into my brain forever. In what felt like slow motion, I saw her spot a paper towel on my nightstand. The paper towel I wiped myself off with the night before. The paper towel with ME all over it. She grabed it, and while talking about something I’ll never remember, wiped her hands and then MOUTH with it. But that’s not it, no. She had a spot on her fingernail with chocolate that wouldn’t come off, so LICKED the paper towel to use for cleaning.

When I tell you I almost passed out, believe me. I was steaming red, my face felt like it was burning. So many thoughts streaked through my head, I wanted to just pause life a moment and take it all in.

As she tried to use the paper towel on her finger and it wasn’t working, she went for a SECOND lick of the paper and this is where I nearly have a heart attack. She made a face as though bothered by what she just tasted and I paniced hard.

“Hey, Eve, before I forget, we should şarköy escort watch a movie tonight, whatever you want, I’ll order us pizza” I was almost stammering just wanting to desperately not have my sister connect the dots in her head.

She looked toward the den outside my door, “For sure, that’s so sweet, thank you!” she said.

“Excellent, I’m going to get some organizing in here done and I’ll meet you out there in an hour,” I replied.

She left closing the door and I felt like my chest was going to explode. I definitely unlocked some new kinks I never knew about before. The paper towel was left on my nightstand, a monument to…something.

I spent the next half hour furiously writing everything down, wanting to remember it all. I’m just so lost on what I’m feeling here. I debated getting myself off, but I heard Eve in her room next door and I got paranoid about sound again. I tidied things up in my room, then got some clean clothes and went to take a shower. I came back, dropped my stuff off in the room, then lounged on the den’s couch and looked up pizza to get us.

A little later Eve wandered out and let me know she’s chosen what we’re watching. It’s called Dr. Horrible’s Sing-a-long Blog. It was really funny, and I made sure to laugh at the punch lines, but I couldn’t have cared less about it. On our sectional, Eve was laying on the arm of the couch and had her legs going down the furniture, across my legs while I sat up straight. This was normal, nothing that we haven’t done a thousand times before. But this WAS the first time I’ve had to fight a boner from making its appearance while doing so. I survived, the movie ended, and I suggested she pick another. She chose Cabin In The Woods. She said it was written by the same person. It was a horror movie, but a satire at the same time. Again, I’m sure it was fantastic, but my thoughts were elsewhere.

Then came a moment in the movie where the hot blond was topless in the woods, and I could feel myself losing the battle for my erection. Instead of moving her legs, or making some excuse to get up, I just kept absolutely still. She was unlikely to feel it since her legs were spread apart a bit. The horniness became palpable, my vision was locked on her legs. They were smooth to the touch, exposed almost entirely since she was in pajama shorts. I ran my hand up and down her leg almost absently, just loving the touch. Up and down, up and down…

The movie ended, credits rolled, and Eve yawned, it was a great moment. Then she turned the lights on from her phone (smart bulbs that I installed mind you) and swung her legs over to sit up on the couch. During the leg sweep, I attempted to roll my hips and have her notice nothing, but no luck. She hit my dick poking against the pajama pants I was wearing. It was only a momentary contact, but I could tell by how she looked over after sitting up, she felt it. I moved to lean forward and fiddle with the coasters on the coffee table, saying something along the lines of it being a good movie, but I should head to bed. She paused, I could see from the corner of my vision she was staring at me.

“Did you hurt yourself this morning? I heard a yell,” she said.

“Yep, guilty. Hit my toe when I was walking. I woke up late, and was in a hurry.” I said, pulling out my phone and acting like I was checking messages while hunched over.

“Aw, how does it feel?” she asked.

“Good, fine, you know how it is. Hurts like hell for 5 seconds, then fades away,” I replied.

“Glad to hear, but are you sure you’re okay? You look really red, have you taken your temperature today?” she said, a mild tone of concern in her voice. She reached over and put her hand on my forehead, pausing to consider if I was indeed running a fever. “It doesn’t feel that bad, but you should use the thermometer in the medicine cabinet before you go to bed.”

And with that, she leaned in, kissed my cheek (again, normal for us), and got up to bounce away. Still hard, I loitered in the den until I was sure she was settled, then quickly escaped to my room.

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Her first night back after the wife left for work I got the app up and started watching Dena in her room. Perfect view.

I could see her whole bed and exactly what Dena was doing on it. Right this instant she was on her phone probably instagram or snapchat I would guess. I was getting excited just watching her stare at her phone. Just knowing she thinks she’s in the privacy of her bedroom but I see it all.

For the next hour that’s all she did. I was getting sleepy but could not stop watching. I was waiting for her to dress into her night clothes so I could get another glimpse of her soft chubby nakedness.

Suddenly Dena sat up and put her phone down. Yes! Here it comes. Dena stood up and walked towards her door and then……black. Dena had turned her light off. I couldn’t see a thing. Damn. Well so much for that. It would be a real bummer if that was her routine.

A couple weeks later I was away on business again and I stopped at that same electrononics store. I browsed through the miniature cameras and came across one that had night vision mode. I purchased this camera with a smile.

When I returned home from my business trip the first chance I got I installed the new camera in Dena’s bedroom. I decided to put the other camera back in the bathroom. May as well not let it go to waste.

The first night with the new camera I waited with excited anticipation for the wife to leave for work. The second I heard her car leave the driveway I turned the camera app on. I could see both feeds at once or one at a time. I picked the bedroom and saw Dena sitting on her bed, nose in her phone.

I watched her for 30 minutes or so and even fully clothed and doing something simple as looking at her phone it still excited me. Just knowing I am spying into her private moments turned me on.

I pullled my cock out and began to stroke. I edged myself to keep from cumming. Watching Dena kept me horny enough to keep it up for a long time.

Dena laid back and turned on to her side away from me. She had on a pair of thin shorts that fit snugly. She had her knees bent so that her ass was pushed towards me and made her shorts tighten up. I zoomed in on Dena’s ass and could see the nice round shape of her ass cheeks. Her ass crack was nicely defined and following it down to between her legs I could clearly see the shape of her pussy lips. This made my cock even harder.

Dena’s arm was laying along her side and she let it drop to the bed behind her back. She slowly reached up and very lightly traced her pussy lips. Oh man this was it! She kept this up for a couple minutes, lightly playing with herself. A few times she would slide a finger a little deeper into the slit and I could see the shape of her pussy lips spreading outward to let her finger through. This was almost too much!

I was starting to wonder what she was looking at on her phone that was arousing her when she rolled over and stood abruptly. She was still watching her phone but not moving. Her hand went to her crotch and gave it a rub and a squeeze, but then she laid her phone down and walked out of her room. She must be coming to the bathroom. I quickly switched camera feeds.

I had my TV on and cock out. I watched the mirror as Dena came down the hallway. She stopped as she got to my door and just watched me stroke myself for a minute or so and then straightened up and walked on to the bathroom.

I had to stop stroking or I was going to blow it right then. I looked at the bathroom cam but did not see Dena in the frame. That was because I had installed the camera above the toilet. I did this for two reasons. One was so I could get the correct angle. The other reason is that I decided watching her on the toilet was a little too much of an invasion of privacy and it really didn’t turn me on anyway. I waited until I heard her come from the bathroom and checked the mirror as she passed my room. She stopped to look in but I had myself covered up so she went upstairs.

I switched cams again and watched as she came into her room. She came inside and closed her door and leaned back on it. She had a faraway look on her face as her hand crept up to her breast and slowly caressed herself. She then pulled her shirt up over her head and turned the light off. Immediately the cam blinked and turned a greenish color as the night vision turned on. I felt a moment of satisfaction that I was cunning enough to overcome that obstacle.

Dena walked over to her dresser in just her bra and the tight shorts. She pulled a bottom drawer out and took something from it but I couldn’t tell what it was. She then turned to her bed and bent to pull her shorts down and off. She bent at the waist to do this and the angle of the cam was just right to see her pussy on display. She had a very pretty pussy. Not too much hair and her lips sandıklı escort were smooth and tight. She stood back up and without taking her bra off she lay face down on the bed. She had a very nice ass as well. Like I have said before, Dena is chubby but not overly so. She is thick like an athletic build plus some. Her ass was nice and smooth, still young skin not marred by stretch marks or cellulite. I had a perfect view right up her ass.

She laid there for a few minutes just looking at her phone not moving. Then she started rocking her ass from side to side rhythmically like she was listening to music or something. I was just starting to think maybe thats all shes going to do until she falls asleep when suddenly her legs parted slightly. Dena lifted her hips so that her ass rose up and now I had a great view of her pussy. Then I notice her finger slowly sliding into her pussy from underneath. I could see her finger instanly get shiny from how wet her pussy must have been.

Dena lay there like this, finger in and out of herself, hips rocking for about the next 5 minutes or so. Her hand dissappeared and reappeared seconds later holding what looked like one of those cheap little vibrating massagers with the little balls on the end that you get at the dollar store. She replaced her finger with the massager and I saw one of the little end balls dissappear into her tight pussy. I could tell it was tight by how her lips snapped tightly back around it as it disappeared inside.

She still rocked side to side and at the same time was humping her hand with the vibrating massager inside herself. She did this for a few minutes then rolled over and sat up on her pillows and pulled her blanket over herself. Her upper torso was uncovered but she still had her bra on. I noticed her hand slide down under the cover and was moving around about where her pussy would be. She tilted her head back, eyes closed and I could tell her hand started moving faster. Her movements were causing her tits to jiggle and I was mesmerized. Her bra was low cut and the tops of her tits spilled out a little bit over the bra. I have always thought that was a sexy look anyway and she was putting me over the edge.

My cock started spewing its load. I imagined my cum spurting onto Dena’s tits and pooling up into her cleavage. I noticed that Dena’s pace had changed and she was furiously rubbing herself under the covers. She finally threw her head back and started convulsing which made her tits jiggle and bounce even more. My cock instantly went hard again and I could feel myself ready to orgasm again. As Dena’s convulsions started to slow I watched her closely and shoved my hips out and shot another powerful load all over myself.

My heart was racing as the last few spurts of cum made their way from my cock. What a fucking rush! I came twice in a row which has never happened for me. Just knowing that Dena and I were both cumming at the exact same moment and she was nearly directly above me was exhilarating!

I focused on the camera and saw that Dena had rolled to her side and closed her eyes. I thought that was a good idea and cleaned myself up and did the same.

I had a very good night’s sleep.

Over the next few weeks the same scenario played itself out three or four times. I didn’t cum twice in a row again but I came simultaneously with Dena each time.

She usually started out laying on her belly and finished laying back with covers over herself. I wished she would leave the covers off. I so wanted to watch her pussy while she played with it. She didn’t always leave her bra on though, so I got to see her full tits plenty. My fantasy was that while she was having her orgasm, I was standing over her and shooting my cum onto her tits. I was fantasizing about that alot….even when I wasn’t masturbating or watching her. I would think about it just randomly throughout the day. I was becoming obsessed with watching Dena in her most private moments. The nights when Dena would go straight to sleep without playing with herself I would sometimes still need to jerk off. On those nights I couldn’t even get hard without thinking about her.

I had thought about recording her with the cam app. It had that capability but I was hesitant to do that. I didn’t want any evidence on my phone in case my wife happened upon it for whatever reason. I just made sure to watch Dena every chance I got to make as many mental images as I could.

One night I was watching Dena in her bedroom, she was just watching videos or something on her phone, nothing naughty. I had my cock out anyway. She didn’t necessarily have to be doing anything to turn me on. As I am sure most voyeurs know, its the act of watching someone when they think they are in privacy that turns you on. Anyway as I was watching, saray escort she gets up and goes towards her door. That was my cue to switch cameras and watch the mirror. I had the TV on and just kept stroking myself as she came down the hallway. When she got to my door she quietly stopped and stood there watching me. It was all I could do to keep stroking without going over the edge. I had to stroke lightly and not squeeze or it would be all over. I watched Dena as she watched me. She had that lustful look again and I was wondering if it was really turning her on or she was just watching out of curiosity. When she reached up and began carressing her breasts is when I realized it must be turning her on. I didn’t want to cum just yet so I slowed way down and just held myself for a second. I guess she must have thought I was going to get up or something because she practically ran to the bathroom. I didn’t see her on the cam so I knew what she was doing.

When she finished in the bathroom she went straight back to her room without stopping at my door. I watched her bedroom cam as she came in and went straight to her bed. She didn’t turn her light off. She laid back against her pillows and was typing on her phone. She watched her phone for a minute and then laid it next to her and raised her legs into the air. She was pushing her pajama bottoms down and off. I noticed no panties came with them. Her pussy looked so nice with her knees pulled up to her chest. The way her legs were closed and pulled up squeezed her pussy lips and made them puff out slightly. That was so sexy.

This was the first time I had gotten a good look at her pussy with the lights on. It got even better.

Dena put her legs back down and picked her phone up. Her legs were still together and I could only see her puffy mons and pubic hair. As she was scrolling on her phone she slid her knees up and spread her legs open wide. What a perfect view! I finally get a chance to really study her pussy. I’ve always been a pussy admirer and love all shapes and sizes.

Dena’s pussy as I have said before is always nicely trimmed. The hair is very light colored so it leaves nothing to the imagination, it’s all out there to see. She has what some call a Barbie pussy. Her inner labia do not show unless spread open. Her outer lips are very smooth looking, no wrinkles and a little puffy. Her mons is puffy from her chubbiness. Its not fat, its just a little chubby and more defined. That along with her inner thighs being a little chubby too, gives her more curves and shapes in her inner pelvic region.

Now I had always been attracted to porn star type bodies. Everything is proportional and smooth and what the perfect anatomy is supposed to be. Seeing Dena’s pussy right now, legs spread…..my opinion has now changed. The folds and the curves and how soft everything looks is turning me on like never before.

Dena apparently found something she likes on her phone and now ran her hand down to her pussy. She slid one finger down the slit, just lightly sliding up and down. She pressed a little harder and her lips parted enough to show the darker pink inside. I could tell she was soaking wet by how it glistened in the light. She sunk her finger inside and when it came out it was soaked, her juices dripping from it. She used her thumb and middle finger to spread her lips wide and her pointer to start rubbing her little nub clit. I really got a good look at her then. Her inner labia were swollen as well as her clit and hood. She must really be turned on by whats on her phone. She continued to rub her clit, making tiny circles with it.

This was too much for me, I let my cum fly just as I saw Dena start bucking her hips in time with the circles her finger was making. I let go of my cock so I could hold my phone steady and really watch as Dena had her climax. I zoomed in as far as I could and still see her face and pussy in frame. Watching Dena’s face as she cums is as much a turn on as anything. I watched closely though and with the light on I could clearly see the muscles below her pussy clenching with her orgasm. She had closed her eyes and threw her head back as her whole body started shaking with intensity. Her shirt was still on but I could tell she had no bra on by the way her tits moved in it and her nipples were practically cutting through the material. I was mesmerized and couldn’t move as I watched Dena’s powerful climax race through her body from bottom to top and back. I noticed she had formed beads of sweat on her forehead and she worked herself into this blissful frenzy. Her bucking started to slow and her head came forward. She opened her eyes and let her chin fall onto her chest like she was totally spent. She rolled to her side and didn’t move. Her back was facing the camera so I had the sarıkamış escort view of her pussy poking out between her legs at me.

She apparently had fallen asleep because she didn’t move again. She had left her light on and I just sat there and stared at her ass. My cock had gotten hard again, I wasn’t sure it had even gotten soft to tell the truth. I jerked off again watching Dena’s bare pussy before I myself went to sleep.

The next morning I had slept in a little later than usual. When I woke I noticed the house was empty. I looked at my phone and saw that my wife had texted me saying she was going shopping with her friend and would be gone most of the day. I saw another text from a number I didn’t recognize. I opened it and it said, “Hi dad, it’s Dena. I’m with Chelsea and using her phone. I think I left mine at home. Could you look for it and let me know so I know I didn’t lose it somewhere? Thank you.”

I got out of bed and did my morning pee first then walked to the kitchen. I didn’t see her phone on the bar or table where it would usually be so I figured maybe she left it in her room. I went upstairs to her room and sure enough it was laying on her bed. I picked it up and carried it back downstairs to the kitchen. I texted the number back and said I found it, it’s not lost. Dena texted back thanks and she will be back late. So it looks like I’ve got the house to myself today.

I made some coffee and turned the TV on and sat at the bar enjoying my morning brew. I started to get up but then heard a vibration and looked down to see that Dena’s phone had lit up with a notification. Curiosity got the better of me so I picked it up to see what the notification was. I swiped the screen and was surprised that it unlocked. Don’t all the young people use passcodes? Apparently Dena doesn’t think she needs to lock it. That was a mistake. I got a little flutter of excitment knowing I was now about to snoop through Dena’s phone. Another form of voyeurism I guess, which I was fastly becoming addicted to.

I first opened her messaging app and scrolled down the names. It was mostly her girlfriends who I know most of. I saw her mothers name and opened it. It was full of short texts like “Where are you” and “What are your plans” ect. Nothing interesting. I next opened several of her girlfriends and could barely understand the messages with all the acronyms they use nowdays. I opened Chelsea, who is Dena’s best friend. There were lots of messages in this one. I scrolled up just reading a few texts here and there. I would stop at the longer ones and read them. Nothing too interesting. There were a few about different boys and how cute they were or how one or the other would “do” him. Nothing too juicy just typical girl stuff. Until I got to the first picture! It was a picture of Chelsea from the waist up in just a lacey bra that showed her nipples through the lace. The caption said “Do you think Shawn will like it?” Damn that was hot. I always like it when Chelsea comes over. She has a smoking hot body with great tits. Now I just got to see them about 50% uncovered! I kept scrolling up but found no other racey pictures.

I closed out of the messaging app and went straight to the photo abumns. She had thousands of photos and I scrolled through for a long time hoping to find something naughty but other than a few selfies in the mirror of Dena trying on different outfits, nothing exciting.

I decided to check her internet browsing to see what shes been searching.

I opened her browser and clicked on the history tab. Surely she uses incognito or clears everything right? Nope! There was everything, from porn searches to “how to make lasagna “. Everything was there and at the very top, the image is burned into my brain like a blazing neon sign, was “stepfather porn!” Just below that there was “stepfather seduces daughter.” And then “stepdaughter spies fathers cock.” I scrolled further and further down and more of the same stuff along with other things like, “huge dick” and “deepthroating cock.” Omg, I just realized that after seeing me jerking off last night, Dena went straight to her room and finger fucked herself while watching stepfather porn. I clicked on that search and saw the video that she clicked on and it was a chubby girl with an older man!

So now I know that she likes seeing me and apparently had fantasies about fucking me. I was really turned on by this. Could that ever happen? Would I end up fucking my stepdaughter? The thought sounded great but I wasn’t so sure I could do that. Besides the obvious reasons like she is my wife’s daughter even though not my biological daughter, I don’t know if I could do it. I dont know if I wanted to do it to tell the truth. I think if that happened it would change everything with my voyeuring. That is what excites me. When I think about actually fucking her or watching her, the watching is what turns me on. I adore Dena, but I think it could be anyone and it would turn me on just as much. Once you take the non-consent out of it, it becomes not so fun.

Thank you for reading this story. Much more to come in future chapters.

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The muffled white noise of the inside of his skull crystalized into the ambient sounds of reality as his frustrating dream of a futile search for a bathroom fell prey to awareness and a sense of urgency.

‘Gotta pee,’ Arron thought as he turned back the corner of the sheet and thin blanket of his sister’s bed.

Though still half asleep, he made a conscious effort to open and close the bedroom door as quietly as was necessary to ensure that Kelly and Nicole remained undisturbed.

After relieving himself and washing his hands, he made a detour to the living room to grab his phone. Outside the bedroom door, he took a moment to sleepily check the settings on the camera app. The flash would be unfortunately necessary, but turning the sound off was an easy precaution.

With repeated stealth, he entered and stood at the foot of the bed for a moment to appreciate the scene before carefully peeling the covers from his two favorite girls just long enough to snap a picture and then cover them up again.

A small relief washed him when they showed no signs of bother.

Minimizing the app and turning off the display, he set the phone on the bedside table and carefully climbed back into bed. Only slightly more awake, he lie on his right side and stared across at his sister’s sleeping face with her cheek nestled into his girlfriend’s bosom.

Still lacking waking clarity, he thought to himself, ‘I don’t want anything to destroy this.’

He felt as if a warm force was expanding from his body and creating thick armor around him.

‘This must be protected at all costs. I would crush a man’s throat and watch the life fade from his eyes to protect them. I have to be able to do that. I need to be able to defeat all threats. I need to be stronger. I need more weight.’

His thoughts trailed off, and his eyelids fell, as he was enveloped in restful darkness.

Some hours later, sunlight seeped out from the edges of the Venetian blinds and the incessant chirping of a bird began the slow process of waking Kelly from her sweet slumber. The song had integrated itself into her dream, eventually becoming slightly annoying and waking her just enough to barely notice a sensation on the skin of her left side.

Within a time frame of two seconds, she wondered if it might be a tiny insect or spider crawling on her, but the sudden increase in speed as it moved beyond the rounded corner of her ribcage and leaving behind a remnant of itself as it traveled around her body and to the sheet made her realize that it was some kind of liquid.

She opened her eyes in confusion but the sight of Nicole’s head reminded her of all that had happened. Kelly peered down to see Nicole’s partially open lips deformed by an awkward pressure that allowed a slow but steady stream of drool to pour out.

Kelly smiled and gave a quiet giggle.

‘I wish I had my camera. This is too good.’

She looked across to Arron hoping maybe he was awake, but she found his face in peaceful slumber. The thought crossed her mind to wake him but quickly thought better of disturbing his sleep for such a thing.

‘Then again, what would he think if I allowed him to miss out on this? He probably wouldn’t think too much of it for long, actually, but seeing it would certainly make him happy.’

Keeping her torso as still as possible, she reached across and stroked the side of his head and face until his eyes fluttered open. She took the briefest of moments to appreciate the hint of a smile that curved his lips before pointing to Nicole and whispering.

“Take a picture.”

Kelly found it curious that his phone was on the bedside table, but she let that pass from her mind as Arron readied, aimed, and snapped a picture. He then put the phone back on the table and returned to his laying position to watch in amusement.

Turning her attention to the next mission, Kelly stroked Nicole’s hair and shoulders. Eventually, Nicole began to stir and soon opened her eyes. Nicole peeled her face from Kelly’s skin and then gained some awareness of her current state.

“Hey, there, drooly face,” Kelly teased, still lightly caressing the back of her head.

“Uh? Oh, fuck,” Nicole said, drowsily inspecting her leakage.

Nicole grabbed the edge of her sheet and drew it up to wipe her drool from her mouth and Kelly’s body.

“Sorry ’bout that,” Nicole added before peeling the rest of her body from Kelly’s. The sensation flashed the memory of the previous night, and a faint shiver of arousal passed through Nicole.

Nicole left the room to Kelly and Arron so she could pee and splash some water on her face to clean up and fully awaken. She sat on the toilet, let loose her floodgates, and was about to pick the sleep from her eyes, but stopped when she noticed her fingers were still coated in the dried combined residues of both Kelly’s and Arron’s cum.

Curious, she put those fingers in her mouth to see how the flavor might have changed. It was stale and faint, but it refreshed her memory of the satisfaction and joy of having the salihli escort opportunity to experience the manifestation of her hopes. It was almost a pity that she would soon be washing that residue away.

She smiled into the mirror and felt nostalgia for the months she spent with her brother under both this and their parents’ roof. Hours of studying each other. She knew how every inch of him tasted.

She knew his scents and had become the one who decided when he would take a shower so that she would not be unduly deprived of his musk.

She knew exactly what teased and tantalized him into maximum arousal; what kept him on the edge just long enough to raise his hips and make him cry out his satisfaction.

And the best thing of all was that he knew all the same things about her.

But there was still the sadness that there was the one thing that she would never know. It was her own choice, so she accepted it without regret, but she still could not help but feel incomplete.

She would never know the sensation of his firm length pushing in between her legs and up into her body. She would never experience the heat of his explosion kissing her walls. That honor was for Kelly alone.

As she dried her hands and face, she thought to herself, ‘I’ll cook lunch for them, later. I think we have plenty of eggs and ground beef. I hope so. It’d be a shame to have to leave the apartment, today.’

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“She’s such a changeling,” Kelly said after Nicole had exited and shut the bedroom door.

Arron scooted across the mattress pull Kelly to his chest and kiss her lips.

“How’s that?” he queried.

“Well, it was nice, but you’ve definitely done better,” she teased.

“I mean about Nicole,” he said, smiling and giving his kisses to her shoulder instead.

He had an idea of what she meant, but he wanted to hear her perspective. He wanted to know every thought in her head now that she’d gained this recent knowledge about his and Nicole’s past.

“The way she can seem like she is younger than us; sometimes almost childlike, but then other times like what you would expect from an older sister and friend. Most of the time, you can see her confidence, but every so often, you get a glimpse at a fragility that…”

Kelly’s words trailed off with uncertainty, and she was quiet for a moment.

“Yep,” Arron agreed. It was the familiar dichotomy that fueled his respect and admiration of his sister but also his protective instinct. She was somehow both his big and little sister.

He guided her lips back to his and kissed her with an almost teasing delicateness that elicited a Pavlovian reaction from Kelly’s pussy.

Even though he’d never touched her directly before yesterday, he had never kissed her like that except as a prequel to a determination to make her cum by any permitted means necessary, and he rarely ever failed.

Her body warmed, her nipples grew rigid, and her cat instantly began to salivate.

The door opened with Nicole’s return, and Arron suddenly pulled away saying, “I gotta go pee,” leaving Kelly momentarily dizzy.

“Wha-?” She quietly whined as her eyes opened in search of answers.

She became unexpectedly aware of her rapid heartbeat and heavier breathing, as Arron and Nicole passed each other.

“Oh, my god. That man’s trained me,” she said both to herself and Nicole, who lay on the edge of the mattress alongside Kelly.

“What?” Nicole asked smiling at the amusing but confusing statement.

“He just started me right up and walked away.”

Nicole giggled and Kelly then offered a little breathy laugh of her own. Nicole realized exactly what she was talking about because he’d done the same thing to her plenty of times without realizing it, but she felt it was probably better to leave that unsaid.

Kelly lightly fanned herself with her hand and decided to redirect her attention to a different matter of concern.

“Are you sure you’re okay with all of this?” Kelly asked.

Nicole couldn’t help but smile at the amusing irony.

“I’m as okay as I need to be.” Nicole knew this was not a satisfying answer, but it was the true one, and she would never lie to her best friend.

Kelly stopped fanning herself and looked sympathetically into Nicole’s eyes.

“But I don’t want you to need to. That’s the thing. I want you to just be okay.”

Kelly turned onto her side to face Nicole and put her comforting hand on the side of the girl’s face. She was going to say more, but Arron returned.

He easily saw the signs of an important discussion in progress and didn’t want to get in the way.

“Do you two need some time alone?” he asked.

Kelly wanted to say yes, but she also rather urgently wanted to take her turn in the bathroom. She let out a whining groan that blended into, “No. Not right now, anyway,” and then she crawled down to, and off of, the foot of the bed to be on her way.

Once Kelly was out, Nicole rolled and swung her legs over the edge of the bed.

“I suppose you samsun escort will be exercising soon?” she asked, standing and beginning her slow walk around the corner of the bed to meet him near the doorway.

“Yeah.” His gaze made a pass down her nude body and back up.

It had been slightly over a year since the last time he saw her nude if you didn’t count yesterday, and he didn’t. She still looked as good as he remembered.

“Would you like me to be your weight?”

She watched his dick begin to grow longer and thicker, and once her pussy pulsed, she redirected her attention to his eyes.

“Actually, I want you both on me,” he said, fully aware of his erection, although trying to ignore it, but then a huge sly grin spread across Nicole’s face as she drew closer. He smiled in confirmation of how that unintentionally sounded. “You know what I mean.”

As the gap closed, they embraced. She pressed her face into his chest and wrapped her arms tightly around his torso. He held her shoulders and head close, and they pretended to ignore the length of his firm dick indenting her belly.

They’d been living under the same roof the entire time, but it suddenly felt like they were seeing each other for the first time after a long separation.

‘I miss this so much,’ she thought but knew better than to say. He shared the same thought and remained silent for the same reason, but they both knew it was a sentiment that neither needed to outwardly express, to begin with.

When they heard the toilet flush, they parted and met Kelly in the hallway.

“What’s up,” she asked, curious about this air of intent that Arron and Nicole were radiating.

“Exercise,” Arron said, leading the way into the living room and moving the coffee table to clear a space.

“Would you like the honors?” Kelly offered since it had been quite a while since Nicole had filled in when Kelly was unable to for one rare extraneous reason or another.

“He thinks he can handle both of us,” Nicole revealed with a smile.

“Is that so? Well, this should be interesting… in more ways than one,” Kelly returned with a small laugh. “How’re we gonna do this, then?”

“Preferably longwise, but I’ll let you two sort out the rest,” Arron said, assuming the position on the carpet, making sure to wedge his now mostly deflated length securely between his thighs.

“I guess I’ll lay down first, and you can lay on my back,” Kelly suggested.

It made the most sense given that Nicole was technically the smaller of the two, even if not by that much. Nicole nodded in agreement so Kelly took position over him and lowered until her breasts pressed firmly into his back.

Kelly tried not to focus too much attention on this new and tantalizing sensation, but then an entirely different new and tantalizing sensation followed as she felt Nicole’s rigid nipples briefly scrape against her before they were pressed firmly by the girl’s weight, which in turn pressed Kelly even more firmly into Arron.

Arousal invaded Kelly once more with naked flesh compressing her from both sides and adding to the heat that was already warming her.

‘God, I wish Arron was turned over right now,’ Kelly thought.

“Ready,” Nicole announced, and Arron focused his attention on a good, steady push to help ensure the pile did not collapse.

He underestimated how much extra weight Nicole had provided, but he managed to push all the way up and carefully lower back down. A second was a greater struggle, and a third ended up being the last as his fourth attempt gained no altitude at all.

“Holy shit,” he panted. “Okay. Much harder than I thought. I’m gonna need a minute before I try any squats.”

Nicole began the silent double dismount and the two girls stood aside while Arron took some time to recover.

Kelly pulled Nicole close by the shoulders to whisper into her ear.

“Fuck. I didn’t think he could do even one.”

“Me neither,” Nicole returned.

“Did that make you horny?” Kelly asked, moving a hand to her pussy to gauge just how wet she had gotten.

“Yeah. Little bit,” Nicole answered.

“I don’t know how these squats are gonna go, but I know what’s happening after. Get him on the couch and you jump on that mouth.”

Nicole said nothing. Kelly had released and turned around to face Arron, but Nicole was frozen in shock.

As far as Nicole had believed, last night’s plan was to be a one-time special event; something of a reward and a passing of the torch. She had mentally prepared herself to go back to her life of not having any part of herself inside Arron and not having any part of Arron inside her.

The fact that everyone was still nude was a bonus to her, and she was simply enjoying it while she could, but Kelly had just casually… not even casually. She had just determinedly instructed Nicole to… get oral from him?

Her breath shuddered for a second as tears threatened to escape her eyes.

‘No. Don’t cry,’ Nicole told herself. ‘Don’t cry in front of them. sancaktepe escort Don’t ruin this for them or yourself.’

Nicole quickly wiped her eyes and took a deep breath in an attempt to reset herself.

“Okay. Kelly, you get in front,” Arron instructed, lightly bending his knees in preparation for her weight and efforts.

Kelly walked around to his front, somewhat distracted by her arousal and strong urge to devour his lips. She avoided eye contact as she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. Some extra willpower went into refraining from grinding her clit into his abdomen.

She closed her eyes and rested her chin on his shoulder while failing to ignore his chest against her tits. She had wanted his front, and now she had it… and couldn’t do anything with it.

“Nicole. You climb on my back.”

He stepped backward enough to allow Nicole to use the couch to gain the height she needed since he didn’t trust himself to maintain a balanced squat while she awkwardly climbed on to find unfamiliar security.

Nicole stepped onto the cushion and hooked her legs over Kelly’s thighs while working her arms beneath Arron’s to hook her palms over Kelly’s biceps.

“Ready,” signaled Nicole once she felt secure.

Arron took two careful steps forward, steadied himself, lowered into as much of a squat as he could manage with Kelly’s thighs and butt in the way, and then pushed back up into a standing position.

He successfully pushed through five but was stuck in a squat position during the sixth, leaving Kelly sitting on his upper thighs.

“Shit. Okay. Nicole, jump off,” he said with some urgency, and then Kelly began to unwrap from him without instruction.

He backed up and landed his ass on the couch to rest, but Kelly approached and pushed him sideways to lie down.

Nicole stood aside and watched Kelly straddle his legs and begin working his limp penis. Not getting immediate results, she knee-walked up and rubbed his rubbery cap along the insides of her glistening labia.

He began to grow in her hand, and once his stiffness was sufficient, she pushed him deeper. She lightly gasped at the sensation of his continued growth while buried within her, but then wasted no time raising, lowering, and rocking her hips.

She increased speed, completely lost in her pleasure.

“Oh, fuck,” she exhaled. Panting and moaning, she pushed her palms into his chest for support.

A drawn-out cry ended in a sudden squeak, and then an orgasm crashed through her.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuck, she groaned and then slowed her grinding almost to a halt. “Fuckin’ hell,” Kelly exhaled.

Half-closed eyes looked to Nicole, then a smile spread across her lips.

“Get up there,” Kelly said, and Nicole obeyed.

Nicole’s eyes locked onto her brother’s as she climbed over and eagerly lowered her sex onto his waiting mouth.

Her body remembered this position. It was as if no time had passed, yet an exalting sense of relief magnified the experience. Once again, she submitted to his tongue and mouth and found that his memory was also as clear as ever.

She needed to do nothing but receive him; to let him do as he will.

Kelly continued a slow mindless grind as she stared, completely enthralled by the sight on display before her.

The muscles of Nicole’s lower back flexed as she continuously moved in minute adjustments. Her shoulders moved back and forth as her arms repeatedly momentarily failed. Her toes curled again and again. The moaning and whining of pleasure and desperation.

And from below; beyond her adorable little pulsing anus Arron’s tongue caressed and flitted about. His mouth engulfed her whole.

As if by instinct, the moment she felt Arron’s cock resurge inside of her, she mindlessly increased her speed. Watching this girl writhe and moan in desperate pleasure doubled her own, and then it happened.

Nicole’s body tensed up with a broken cry and then began twitching and convulsing.

This magnificent sight sent another orgasm coursing through Kelly who added her voice to the crescendo.

Once Nicole had calmed, she scooted back far enough to let her bend over, grab his face and meet that mouth and tongue with her own. She absorbed the love that emanated from him forcing tears to drip from her cheeks onto his own as his arms secured her.

Kelly pulled herself off of Arron’s staff, eased forward, and laid her head on Nicole’s back below Arron’s arms.

Upon feeling her presence, Arron released his embrace long enough for Kelly to move up further allowing him to hold her head in his hands while she stroked Nicole’s sides. Kelly set kisses across Nicole’s flesh, and the girl eventually rose.

“Let’s talk,” Kelly whispered into Nicole’s ear from behind. Nicole nodded, stepped off to the floor, and made her way to her bedroom.

Kelly crawled further up to meet Arron’s face. She wiped away Nicole’s tears and then kissed him deeply, tasting Nicole’s sweetness between their tongues.

Once parted, she stared into his eyes and lightly feathered her thumbs across his cheeks.

“I guarantee you that we’re not finished with this, but I need to talk to Nicole. She’s feeling pain, and I just can’t tolerate that. I can see in your eyes that you’ve been tolerating it for me, but I can’t let this go on.”

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I kept laying on the bed for some time. The entire situation felt like a dream. My heart beat increased when I remembered my mom giving me a blowjob like it was totally normal. I was anxious about what will happen now.

Keeping a neutral expression I put on my boxers, a T-shirt and went to the living room.

My dad had finished his breakfast and was getting ready to go to his office. Mom was in kitchen cleaning the dishes.

I had no classes for few more days, since I was in an accident and supposedly under observation. I realized then, after my dad leaves, it will just be my mom and me, alone at home. My face felt hot when I thought about all that I could do to mom till dad comes back.

However, I was curious if what happened that morning was a one time thing. As my father was leaving I thought “Stand on one leg”

Suddenly my dad stopped and lifted his leg. He looked at me confused.

I thought ” Return to normal and forget what happened now.”

He stood up straight, gave me a smile, said goodbye and left for office, leaving his wife alone with me, his trustworthy son.

I walked into the kitchen. Mom was still wearing the saree that she wore, when she came to check up on me earlier. She didn’t see me enter, as her back was towards me.

I kept silent and watched her for few minutes. The drape of her saree end was tucked to her waist in front. I could see some of her exposed midriff as a result. I got hard refahiye escort and knew I had lost all my self-control.

I removed my clothes and got naked. Then I went behind my mom and hugged her, with my erect dick pressing on her ass.

My mom was shocked. ” What are you doing?” She shouted angrily.

“Be calm and continue your work. This is normal. From now on, you will think of me as your husband and do anything I ask without arguing, and willingly.”

My mom calmed down. She resumed washing the dishes. I started exploring my mom’s body while rubbing my dick along her ass-cheeks. With one hand I started to press her firm boobs, that felt more bigger in her tight blouse. The other hand I kept rubbing on her stomach, feeling her navel. I then started kissing her neck, and continued dry humping her.

I then grew bolder and moved my hand on her stomach down. Beneath her saree, she was wearing an underskirt. I put my hand inside her underskirt and felt the edge of her panties.

I slid my hand further down into her panties. It was very warm and I could feel her pubic hair touching my fingers.

I turned my mom around making her face me. I studied her face like it was the first time I was seeing her. She was a total Indian milf by any standard. I kissed her lips and with both hands pressing her ass cheeks, pulled her closer to me. Maybe because of my earlier instruction or because reyhanlı escort she thought I was her husband, she was not resisting and willingly kissed me back.

I could feel her boobs press against my chest, and my dick pressing near her vagina.

I could not hold back anymore. I lifted my mom up and carried her to the master bedroom, where my parents slept.

I put her down and sat on the bed, with mom standing in front of me. “Remove your saree” I thought.

My mom removed her saree and stood in front of me in blouse and underskirt. I could see her navel and cleavage clearly,and took my time in admiring her from top to bottom.

” Remove your blouse and underskirt.” I thought.

With no hesitation, she removed her dress and now stood in front of me in just her bra and panties. She was wearing a white bra and dark blue panties. I was in heaven. All my fantasies were coming true. Mom was more sexier than I had imagined.

“Get naked” I thought. I could feel my heartbeat racing,

Mom removed her bra and her boobs came free. It was much bigger than I fantasized. Her nipples were protruding, as if asking me to suck them. She then removed her panties. I was now looking at my totally naked mom with her hairy pussy. The only thing on her body was the mangalsutra my dad tied, making her his wife.

I stood up and hugged her, our naked bodies pressing together.

” I love rize escort you mom” I said and started kissing her.

While kissing her, I started to finger her pussy. She started to moan. I was like a child in a toy-store. I broke the kiss and started sucking on her nipples, which became more prominent once my tongue touched them.

I spent few minutes sucking both her breasts, while continuing fingering her pussy. Meanwhile mom was stroking my hair, like a lover, occasionally moaning in between

“Lay down on the bed.” I thought and mom obeyed.

I looked at my conservative mom, who was shy to even see people kiss on TV, now laying naked with no concern on her face.

I went to her side, and got on top of her.

“Put my dick inside” I thought.

My mom grabbed my dick and guided it to her clit. I pushed it and was inside my mother’s pussy. It was tight, considering her age. I was no longer a virgin and my mom had made me a man. I was fucking her at a quicker pace now. My dick was entering the pussy where I had come from. Moms boobs bounced slightly as I fucked her and I grabbed them and starting pressing them so hard, they slightly turned red.

I was now close. I grunted and closed my eyes tightly, and came in loads, inside mom’s pussy. I didn’t last long as I had hoped. But I was tired and lay on top of my mom, crushing my body against hers.

I could feel my mom’s breathing and realized, she had been excited too, while she was getting fucked.

“Let’s rest for a while” I thought.

Taking my mom’s saree which she had removed earlier, and using that as a sheet, I covered both our naked bodies. And thus, on my parent’s bed, covered in mom’s saree, I slept, hugging tightly my naked mom lying next to me.

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The summer was in full bloom. I graduated from high school last month and planned on making the most out of my last summer at home with my friends. I had spent the day at my friend Hannah’s house and was looking forward to a night relaxing on the couch, watching TV, and catching up with Mom.

Mom smiled at me as I walked through the door. She indicated that she would be off the phone in a moment, so I plopped down on the seat next to her and waited. Mom and I were close, so I could tell something was off the second she got off the call.

“What’s wrong, Mom?” I asked.

“I’m sorry, Britney. I know you were looking forward to spending the summer at home with me, but I just found out that I need to go away for work for a month,” Mom explained, practically in tears.

“But, Mom, you promised we would spend the summer together,” I whined.

“I know, baby, but there is nothing I can do. I spoke to your Aunt Janet, and she wants you to stay with her while I’m away,” Mom said, trying to make me feel better about the change in plans.

I knew I was being a brat, but I was pissed. This summer was my last chance to spend time at home with my friends before we all left for school in the fall, and here, I was being sent to my Aunt’s house. Despite only living a few hours away, I barely saw my Aunt. In fact, I’m pretty sure I hadn’t seen her in at least four years.

“Fine. I’ll go, but I’m not happy about it,” I pouted.

Mom pulled me close to her and gave me a big hug. “Thank you for understanding. I promise I will make it up to you,” she said, her warm body feeling nice against mine.

Mom and I spent the rest of the night chatting and watching TV. I could tell she was upset that she would have to leave me for so long, so I held back from giving her too much grief.

It turned out that Mom had to leave in a couple of days, so she would have to drive me to my Aunt’s the next morning. Aunt Janet lived by the beach. It was about a two-to-three-hour drive, so Mom and I would have plenty of time to catch up and say our goodbyes before she left.

Mom and Aunt Janet always seemed close, yet they rarely saw each other for some reason. Janet would call, and Mom would run to her room while they chatted. The laughter and giggles that came from her room while they talked always made me jealous that I didn’t have a sibling. Despite being close, they seemed to do everything they could to not spend time together in person. Looking back, I had only met my Aunt about four times my whole life.

As we drove down the long, winding road toward my Aunt’s house, my excitement began to build. I had heard so much about Aunt Janet’s beach house and couldn’t wait to see it.

Finally, we arrived at the house. It was a beautiful, modern-looking house with big windows overlooking the ocean. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to spend a month in this gorgeous place.

As we got out of the car, my Aunt Janet came running down the stairs to greet us. She was stunningly beautiful, with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. She looked like a model straight out of a magazine.

“Britney, it’s so great to see you!” she exclaimed, giving me a big hug. “I’ve heard so much about you from your mom.”

“It’s great to see you too, Aunt Janet,” I said, smiling at her.

“I can’t believe how much you look like your mother at that age,” Aunt Janet said, giving me the once-over.

“Hi Janet,” Mom said, with a softness in her voice I had never heard before.

Aunt Janet walked over to Mom and greeted her with a long and deep embrace. While no words were spoken, their hug communicated so much. I noticed a strange tension in their touch that left me with many questions.

My Aunt finally pulled away, looked Mom in the eyes, and said, “I missed you, Gail.”

If I didn’t know better, I would have thought the two of them were long-lost lovers who hadn’t communicated with each other in years. I chalked it up to the fact that the two sisters hadn’t seen each other in a long time and that they deeply cared about one another.

“Won’t you come in?” Aunt Janet asked.

“I should get back on the road. It is a long drive,” Mom said, declining the invite.

Mom and I said our goodbyes, and I followed Aunt Janet into her beautiful home. As we walked into the house, my Aunt Janet showed me around. The living room was decorated in shades of blue and white, with big, comfortable couches and chairs. The kitchen was open and modern, with stainless steel appliances and a big island in the middle. I was blown away by how beautiful her home was.

“This is your room,” Aunt Janet said, leading me to a cozy bedroom with a big bed and a window that looked out over the ocean. “I hope you like it.”

“It’s perfect,” I said, looking around the room in amazement.

“I’ll give you time to settle in. Come downstairs when you are ready, and we can get dinner,” Aunt Janet said, closing the door behind her.

I quickly unpacked and tried to make myself at home. When I came downstairs an hour later, Aunt Janet was reading pendik escort a book on her deck. Mom was pretty, but Aunt Janet was breathtaking. It was hard not to stare at her as she lay there soaking in the sun.

Aunt Janet was a strikingly beautiful woman with a tall, slim figure and long blonde hair that cascaded down her back in soft waves. Her piercing blue eyes shone brightly, and her smile was warm and inviting. She had a timeless elegance that made her seem like she belonged on the pages of a fashion magazine. I was amazed that someone so sexy could be related to me!

I was nervous and excited to spend time with her again. As I stood in her living room, I couldn’t help but feel self-conscious about my outfit. I was still wearing the t-shirt and jeans I had worn all day during the long car ride and felt a little grimy.

Aunt Janet saw me from the deck and came inside. She looked at me and smiled, but I could tell she was disappointed with my outfit. “Britney, you’re such a beautiful girl. You need clothes that compliment your body more,” she said gently.

I felt a knot form in my stomach as I realized how underdressed I must have looked in front of Aunt Janet, who was impeccably dressed in the latest fashion. But she put me at ease with her kind words and warm smile.

“Let me show you something,” she said, leading me to a nearby mirror. “See how your clothes are hiding your curves? You have a beautiful body; you should be proud of it.”

As I looked at myself in the mirror, I realized that I had been hiding my body under baggy clothes for far too long. Mom had always encouraged me to cover up. While I loved my Mom, a part of her always wanted to shield me from my sexuality.

Aunt Janet was right, though. It was time I embraced my body. I had a natural beauty that I was covering up with unflattering clothes, and it was time to change that.

“Tomorrow, let’s go through my closet, and I’ll show you some outfits that will make you feel confident and beautiful,” Aunt Janet said, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

Before bed, I took a quick shower to wipe off the grime left behind from a day of traveling. It was hard not to hear Aunt Janet’s words whispering in my ears as I stood naked in front of the full-length mirror in my room. She was right. My body looked good, but I was anxious about letting others see it.

As a runner who competed in track, my body was lean and toned. My legs were long and muscular, with defined calves that flexed with each step. I saw my body as a tool developed for sport, but something about what my Aunt said made me realize it was so much more.

I lay in bed that night, nervous but excited to embrace my body in a way I never had before.

The next day, Aunt Janet took me to her closet, which was a dream come true for any fashion lover. She pulled out outfits that I would never have thought to wear, but with Aunt Janet’s guidance, I began to see how different styles could accentuate my body in new and exciting ways.

“I never thought I could pull off a dress like this,” I said, twirling in front of the mirror in a gorgeous red dress that hugged my body, showing off my ass and boobs.

“Of course you can,” Aunt Janet said, beaming with pride. “You have a great figure that shines through no matter what you wear.”

My face turned beet red at my Aunt’s compliment. Janet wanted me to see something in myself that I hadn’t seen before. Aunt Janet saw me as a woman, not just some kid. As much as I loved Mom, she always seemed afraid of me embracing my sexuality. She subtly sent hints that my sexuality was something I should be scared of.

Despite not knowing each other well, Aunt Janet saw something in me that I was afraid to accept; I was sexy. I could tell Aunt Janet was going to push me to accept this newfound realization.

Before we knew it, it was almost dinner time. “Why don’t you go shower and then come to my room? I’ll help you get ready,” Janet exclaimed.

Aunt Janet’s energy was infectious. I ran to the shower to get ready for the night ahead. I didn’t know what she had in store for us tonight, but I knew that I would enjoy being around my Aunt.

I turned on the hot water and stepped into the shower, letting the warmth wash over me. I was grateful for my Aunt’s hospitality and kindness, especially as I was going through a lot of changes in my life. I would be starting college in a few weeks, and it was both exciting and nerve-wracking. Aunt Janet seemed to want to help me through my transition from a high school kid to a young college woman, and I was eager to see what she had in mind.

I lathered up with the shower gel, feeling the suds on my skin. I couldn’t help but think about how different my life was going to be. I had always been focused on running, not fashion, so I was excited to see what Aunt Janet planned to put me in tonight.

After rinsing off, I wrapped a towel around myself and made my way to my Aunt’s room. She was sitting at her vanity, applying pertek escort makeup with expert precision.

“Come on in, sweetie,” she said, patting the seat beside her. “Let’s get you all dolled up for dinner.”

I sat down, feeling a bit self-conscious as she scrutinized my face. I had never been one to wear much makeup, preferring a more natural look. But as she began to apply foundation and eyeshadow, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement.

“Close your eyes,” she said as she applied mascara. “You have beautiful eyes, Britney. We’re going to make them pop.”

As my Aunt finished my makeup, she turned her attention to my hair, curling my long brown locks into loose waves. I felt a sense of anticipation as she led me over to her closet, filled with a dazzling array of clothes.

She pulled out a slinky black dress that clung to my curves and a pair of strappy black heels.

“Try these on,” she said, handing me the clothes. “I think they’ll look amazing on you.”

As I slipped on the dress and shoes, I felt a bit self-conscious in the tight-fitting fabric. But as I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. I looked sophisticated and elegant, with just a touch of sex appeal.

“Wow,” I said, turning to my Aunt. “I never would have thought to wear something like this.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” my Aunt said with a smile. “To help you see yourself in a whole new light.”

There was something about the way Aunt Janet looked at me that sent shivers down my pussy. I was pretty sure I saw lust in her eyes, but I quickly dismissed those thoughts since she was my Aunt.

I couldn’t believe how glamorous I looked, and I felt a newfound sense of confidence.

“Aunt Janet, thank you so much. I feel beautiful,” I said, tears of gratitude welling up in my eyes.

“You are beautiful, Britney, inside and out,” Aunt Janet said, pulling me into a warm embrace. “Now, let’s go show off that beauty to the world.”

As we drove to the restaurant, my mind drifted to the feeling of Janet’s body on mine. There was something about her hug that felt different. In some ways, it reminded me of how boys at school would hug me. It was a little too tight and lasted just a tad too long. It was almost as if there was a sexual charge to it. I quickly tried dismissing those thoughts and focused on my excitement for dinner.

Maybe it was just the change in clothes, but something felt different in me. I felt an awareness of my sexuality that I had never felt before. A switch suddenly went off in my body, and I was flooded with a sexual energy I had never experienced.

My body felt warm, and my eyes were open like never before. As we were led to our seats, I couldn’t help but take in Aunt Janet’s swaying hips. Her ass looked divine in the black mini-dress she wore. While she wasn’t tall, maybe five foot five, her legs looked like they went on forever. Aunt Janet’s body screamed for attention, and she got plenty of it. Walking to the table, I noticed both men and women checking her out.

Aunt Janet turned around and smiled at me. I felt like a kid who was caught with their hand in the cookie jar. There was no way she knew I was checking her out, was there? I needed to pull myself together.

“I’m going to get a glass of wine. Would you care for one?” Aunt Janet asked to my surprise.

I fumbled with my words but finally said, “Sure. Mom never lets me drink.”

Aunt Jane couldn’t help but laugh at my statement, “Well, it is a good thing she isn’t here then,” she said, taking my hand in hers.

“Thank you for all of this,” I said, slightly embarrassed.

“Honey, I am just happy we can spend this time together. I never thought I would get this chance,” Aunt Janet explained.

It was obvious that Aunt Janet wanted to be close to the family, yet there was something that kept us all apart. I needed to know why.

“Why is that?” I asked, confused.

Aunt Janet sat there quietly for several moments. I could tell she wanted to be completely transparent, but something was holding her back.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me,” I said, worried I had overstepped my boundaries.

“No. It isn’t that. Gail and I are just different. I’ve always been a bit of a wild child. Your Mom and I would get into a lot of trouble when we were young. When she had you, she felt she needed to settle down,” Janet explained.

Tears began to form in my eyes, “I never meant to come between you and Mom,”

Janet looked at me kindly, “This had everything to do with your Mom and her choices. You have nothing to be sad about. To be frank, I think I scared your Mom. I think she worried that if we saw each other often, she would realize that she missed her wilder side.”

“Mom has a wild side,” I thought, shocked.

Aunt Janet could see the glimmer in my eyes. “I think you have a bit of that wild side in you, too,” she winked at me.

I smiled at my Aunt’s suggestion.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Aunt Janet pınarhisar escort said, gripping my hand tighter.

My heart was pounding in my chest. Something in the way Aunt Janet looked at me made me feel like prey waiting to be pounced on.

I felt terrified, yet more alive than I ever had before. I now understood what made Mom stay away. Aunt Janet’s presence was like a drug. It made you want to take the world by the jugular and never let go. Unlike Mom, though, I planned on never leaving her side.

The waiter finally brought our wine–a welcome distraction from the simmering tension at the table.

“To renewed relationships,” I cheered, trying to seem as grown up as possible.

“Here’s to embracing your inner bad girl,” Aunt Janet replied, a devilish smile on her face.

My cheeks felt warm from the mixture of the wine and the looks I was receiving from my Aunt.

I needed to catch my breath. “I’m going to run to the lady’s room,” I said.

“Do you want some company?” Aunt Janet asked.

I quickly shut her down, “No, no, I’ll be right back,” I replied.

I rushed to the bathroom and closed the stall behind me. My body felt like I was going to explode. I was no stranger to masturbating but had never contemplated doing it in public. Now, here I was at dinner with my Aunt, in the bathroom, and all I wanted to do was to frig my clit.

I reached down between my legs, slipped a hand inside my underwear, and felt the slick folds of my pussy. I pushed my wet underwear down around my ankles and slowly ran my middle finger up and down between my swollen labia. The heat rose in my chest as my pussy got wetter and wetter.

I plunged my finger deep inside me and involuntarily let out a moan. My tight pussy clenched my finger as it moved in and out of my spongy canal. Mom’s voice was screaming at me to stop, that I was disgusting, yet all I could hear was Aunt Janet telling me to release my “wild side.”

“Yes, Aunt Janet,” I whispered as my other hand found my clit.

My brow was covered in sweat as I fucked myself with abandon.

“Are you okay, Britney?” I heard Aunt Janet call out as she walked into the bathroom.

I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself. “Sorry, the wine must have upset my stomach,” I grumbled, trying to catch my breath.

The sound of Aunt Janet giggling filled my ears, “Okay, well, I’ll see you back at the table.”

I was alone again. I whispered, “Get a hold of yourself,” and left the stall, my pussy aching.

“Sorry about that,” I said to Janet as I returned to the table.

“No worries,” she said with the biggest smile I had ever seen.

I was beyond embarrassed and quickly drank my wine. The rest of the dinner was uneventful. We drank some more wine and ate some delicious lamb.

When we returned to the house, Aunt Janet said she wanted to take me shopping the next day. I quickly agreed, and we went to our rooms for the night.

My pussy was on fire from being unable to cum earlier, but between yesterday’s travels and the wine, I passed out the moment I hit the bed.

I woke up the following day to Aunt Janet knocking on my door.

“Get up, sleepy head! You’re going to sleep the whole day away,” she shouted.

“I’ll be down in a minute,” I said, half asleep.

I walked into the kitchen, and Aunt Janet handed me a cup of coffee, “I hope I made it how you like it. We need you pumped and ready to go. I can’t wait to take you shopping,” Aunt Janet exclaimed.

As I sat at the table, I was shocked to see what Aunt Janet was wearing, or more importantly, what she wasn’t wearing; her bra. Mom never walked around the house without a bra, yet her sister wore a white, practically transparent, long button-down shirt that left her breasts out for the whole world to see.

I instantly felt flush as I looked up and down at the beautiful woman before me.

“You look deep in thought,” Janet coyly said.

I was sure she caught me staring, and I was too tired to lie.

“Just taking in how sexy you look. I’m not used to the women in my family being so comfortable showing off their bodies. Hell, Mom never leaves her room without a bra on,” I admitted.

“My sister is silly. Women are beautiful, and we should show off our bodies. Besides, I like you looking at me,” Janet teased.

I practically spit my coffee out from her comment. Janet’s eyes caught mine, and I knew I needed to run to the shower and finish what I had started last night at the restaurant.

“Ugh, I’m going to go shower so we can get out of here,” I muttered as I approached the door.

Aunt Janet smiled, “well, don’t take too long. We wouldn’t want a repeat of what happened at the restaurant,” she said, winking at me.

I ran up the stairs, extremely aroused and very embarrassed. I can’t believe my Aunt knew what I was doing in the restaurant bathroom last night.

I turned the shower on and let the warm water wash away all my worries. The idea of Aunt Janet knowing how naughty I was last night made my pussy pulse with excitement. I knew it was wrong, but something about my Aunt turned me on.

As I massaged my skin, the sensual feelings only continued to intensify. The warm water cascading down my body, the luxurious lather of soap, and the gentle touch of my hands all worked together to create a truly unforgettable experience.

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First off, thank you for reading, voting and commenting on my stories.

*** This is my submission for the Literotica Valentine’s Day Story Contest 2023. ***

I realize I have altered a lot of ancient mythology, especially Greek mythology, in this story. To my Mythology teacher, Mrs. Jenkins, I apologize. I hope you enjoy the story. This story contains many different “scenes” of incest sex–similar in idea as the movie Four Rooms.

All characters depicted having sex are over 18.

My name is Eros. Not Cupid. I am not a fucking chubby baby with wings. In fact, in mortal form, I would more closely resemble one of the Hemsworths. My siblings often wonder if they were in fact demigods. Our father does have proclivities toward mortal women, much to our mother’s disdain.

That aside, I need to set something straight before I can really get into this tale. The ancient religions–the Greeks, Norse, Egyptians and even the Hindus and Native Americans (I didn’t forget the Romans, but let’s be realistic, they merely appropriated the Greeks and bastardized our names)–all got religion correct. More or less. None of them got it completely accurate, but they were on the right path. If only they had the internet and were less inclined to war and turned their aspirations towards the sharing of knowledge.

The biggest errors happened to be our names. Some of our names were changed. Others were omitted and even more were combined. For instance, my brother Loki was omitted by the Greeks and aspects of him were given to my brother Hermes and his son Pan.

I’ve had a mishap or two over many millennia. I am sure you’ve heard of shepherds that loved their flock. There was also the debacle that had to be rectified by transporting all of the women affected by my arrows to an island that was named Lesbos.

I knew I was out of my element as I was no hunter. So I went to my sister Artemis for advice. We came up with an idea for a magically imbued bow. With design in hand, we went to Haphaetus to commission the construction of Tragoúdi Kardiás. This bow allowed me to shoot in the general vicinity of soon-to-be lovers and the arrow would strike true. I hadn’t had an issue since the founding of the Isle of Lesbos.

Now my brother, Loki, has been in a funk for ages. Not only has his holiday, as he claims, been relegated to little more than childish endeavors, but you mortals have now started honouring me with two holidays with the invention of Sweetest Day. So he has been holding a long simmering, albeit one-sided, feud with me.

I had gone out in the world of mortals unbeknownst to you all this Valentine’s Day. I had scouted my targets and fired my quiver of arrows from Tragoúdi Kardiás. In my haste, I never wondered where my arrows landed.

I was relaxing on Mount Olympus with Psyche in my arms as we shared in ambrosia and nectar. It was during this time that I started receiving alerts. (Similar to your own smart devices, which we–the gods–granted your “visionaries” to gain divine knowledge of.) The alerts were frequent and alarming.

I quickly excused myself from the merriment and revelry that was going on to flee back to the mortal realm to assess these dire circumstances.

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I arrived at a home that had the most recent alert. As I peered inside, I saw two women sitting on a couch. One woman, noticeably older than the other, was an attractive woman in her late 40s or early 50s. She had blonde hair that was starting to gray. She obviously kept herself in shape, probably with yoga or Pilates. Her breasts were on the larger size I’d guess D or DD.

The younger woman, also with blonde hair, looked remarkably like a the elder except in her late 20s or early 30s. Her figure held that of an active and vibrant youth that age had not yet deteriorated. Her breasts weren’t as massive as the older woman’s so probably a C. She had red puffy eyes from crying. The tears had dried by now, however.

“I don’t understand why. I did everything I could, but it wasn’t enough!”

“It’s not your fault, Kristy. Some people just don’t know what they have, had, until it’s too late,” the mother tried to comfort her daughter. “I hate to see you hurting like this, but just know someday someone will appreciate you and show you how special you are.”

The mother was stroking her daughter’s arms. The daughter, with her head hung low, sniffled. “I just…ugh…I spent so much time and energy on that…that…I just want to know why!”

The mother pulled her daughter into a hug. I was about to leave figuring these alerts were false alarms, but something had me rooted to the spot. Something seemed off. I felt like something was going to happen, but what it was I had no idea.

The mother stroked her daughter’s back. The older woman leaned in. It looked as if she was going to give her daughter pamukkale escort a loving kiss on the forehead, but she stopped. The daughter looked up into her mother’s eyes. They held the gaze for a breath, for two breaths. And finally, they moved forward into a mutual kiss.

Their hands roamed over each other’s backs pulling each other tighter. Breaking away, panting with exertion, “I’m sorry, mom, I don’t know…”

“Shh. It’s okay,” the mother replied, still rubbing her daughter’s back soothingly. “I just want you to know how special you are. How much you mean to me. I want you to be happy, that’s all.”

Her daughter looked at her mother, inquisitively. Seeing her mother’s heartfelt emotions plastered on her face, the daughter swooped in and initiated another bout of kissing on the couch. This time, when the daughter pulled away she had a lustful hunger in her eyes.

“Mom, I want to feel loved again. Do you think…”

The mother smiled at her daughter. They were still sitting close together. The older woman’s hands moved from her daughter’s back to the hem of her shirt. As she started pulling the shirt up, the younger woman instinctively raised her arms above her head.

Once the shirt was discarded, the mother leaned in and kissed her daughter. The daughter wrapped her arms around her mother and pulled her in closer. Their hands were running up and down their bodies. The mother deftly unsnapped her daughter’s bra. As soon as the bra loosened, the daughter dropped her arms from her mother’s body and let the garment slide off her body.

The daughter quickly started to undo the buttons of her mother’s blouse. Her mother started to kiss down her neck, over her collar bones and down to the valley between her daughter’s breasts.

“Mom, this is so…is so wrong,” the daughter moaned. She, however, made no move to stop her mother’s descent as she tugged at the blouse to get it untucked and removed from her mother’s body.

The mother pulled free of her daughter, briefly, to help remove the garment and also unfastened her own bra. “I know, sweetie, but I don’t care. I still want you.”

With her breasts now exposed, the daughter bent and began to suck on her mother’s breast while fondling the one she wasn’t nursing on. The mother grasped her daughter’s head and pulled her tighter. The daughter twisted her mother so she was sitting with her back against the couch and crawled in her lap. Never letting her mouth break free of the breast except to suck on the dry partner.

“Feels so good. Yes, suck my tits. Suck them just like you did when you were little.”

With some effort, she pushed her daughter off her breasts. Her daughter looked at her with confusion. Her mother smiled at her, “I think we should take this somewhere a bit more comfortable.”

The daughter got off her mother’s lap and held out her hand to the sitting mother. The mother took her daughter’s hand and was pulled up from the couch. The mother then kissed her daughter before leading her back further into the house.

Being a god, I was able to apparate invisibly into the living room. I followed behind careful not to make a sound. Luckily, with no one else in the house, the two women had left the door to the bedroom wide open. Not that a closed door would be prohibitive of my entry.

The daughter was in the process of swaying her hips to a rhythm in her head. Her mother had already slipped out of her skirt and panties and was lightly caressing her pussy. The daughter had the button to her jeans unsnapped and had slid the zipper down exposing the lace panties underneath before she turned away from her mother.

She looked back over her shoulder to watch her mother as she watched her daughter’s ass sway back and forth. With a smile full of pride, the daughter gripped the waist of her jeans and pulled the jeans down as she lowered herself into a crouch.

She then spun around and sat on her ass. Stretching one leg straight out and grabbing the pant leg at her ankle, she pulled her leg free and spread the now naked leg out with her foot flat on the ground and her knee in the air. A wet spot was visible in the crotch of her panties.

She proceeded to duplicate the action with the opposite leg. With the jeans finally off, the daughter looked at her mother intently as she ran a hand over a breast, down her stomach and into her panties. The movement inside her panties left no doubt in either her mother’s nor my mind she was fingering herself on the floor.

“Is this what you want, mother? You want my nice, wet pussy?”

“I don’t know what’s come over me, but God help me, yes!”

The daughter twisted around so she was on her knees. She crawled over to her mother. Upon reaching her, she grasped her mother’s hand that was massaging her pussy and pulled it away. She then leaned in and gave a tentative lap at her mother’s twat.

She leaned back, “I’ve never been with another patnos escort woman before, mother. But, at the moment, all I want is to be with you.” She leaned back in and began lapping feverishly at her mother’s cunt.

“Yes! Just like that!” The mother gripped the side of her daughter’s head as she ground her pussy on her daughter’s face.

I couldn’t believe the sight before me. Yes, I knew the effect of my arrows on mortals and how quickly the magic worked, but this was not how they were supposed to work. How could something like this happen?

The daughter, having gotten her mother worked up, stood up and peeled her wet panties off exposing her smooth pussy. She then pushed her mother down onto the mattress and started kissing her. She kissed her mother all the way down her body until she got back between her mother’s legs.

Her mother, with one leg over her daughter’s shoulder, kneaded her breasts and pinched her nipples while moaning louder as her daughter’s tongue thrashed inside her. Her hips moved up and down as her daughter ate her out. What the daughter lacked in experience with women, she more than made up for with excitement.

In no time at all, the mother crested over the hill and came violently on her daughter’s face. Panting like a runner after a marathon, she pushed her daughter from her pussy. The daughter, with juices on her lower face, smirked at her mother before crawling over her body.

She lowered her face and the two women kissed once again with the mother tasting herself on her daughter’s tongue. As their tongues dueled in each other’s mouths, their hands roamed over their bodies.

Breaking the kiss, “So how was that, mommy?”

“Mommy?”

“Seemed appropriate or, at least, sexier than mother.”

“You’re right, it does. And fan-fucking-tastic. But it’s time I tasted you, Kimmy.”

“Mmmmm. I like that,” Kimmy said.

She began crawling up the bed. Her mother was kissing her as her body passed over her head. Once Kimmy’s kitty was over her mouth, Kimmy looked down at her mother. Desire was plastered on her mother’s face. She lowered her cunt to her mother’s mouth.

Before Kimmy’s twat was seated on her tongue, the mother quickly licked her lips in anticipation. As the mother worked her tongue in her daughter’s cunt, Kimmy was rocking and twisting on her face. Her hands running over her body before planting themselves on her breasts.

She stretched her back and looked towards the heavens as she let out a cry of ecstasy. One hand traversed her body and grabbed a fistful of her mother’s hair. The other hand was mauling her tits as she ground her pussy on her mother’s face.

“Yes, mommy. Taste your little Kimmy. Fuck me with that wonderful tongue!”

The buildup from the couch and the erotic energy that had transpired thus far had Kimmy exploding from her orgasm. She fell off her mother and rolled onto her side. Mother and daughter lay on the bed for a few seconds.

“God, that was amazing, mommy. I never knew sex could be like that. Mark has never once made me feel like that. Not even on our honeymoon.”

The mother had shifted up so she was eye-to-eye with her daughter. As she stroked her daughter’s hair, “It’s been a while, since even before your father passed away, I felt what I felt tonight.” She leaned in and kissed her daughter on the forehead.

The two women moved closer together. They held each other; their hands lightly stroking each other. They looked into each other’s eyes.

“What happens after tonight, mom?”

“What do you want to happen?”

“I don’t know.”

“Maybe we discuss this tomorrow?”

With a wicked grin, Kimmy asked, “What are we going to do until then?”

“Well, I guess it depends. Do you want to be my Valentine?”

Rather than answer her with words, Kimmy pulled her mother into yet another tongue-dueling, tonsil-searching kiss.

I had other notifications I had to attend to. I was afraid much of what I was about to witness was going to be just as worrisome. Hopefully, I would be able to get some clues as to what had happened today.

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I made my way to another house somewhere in the north where it was cold with a fresh blanket of snow. The light from the kitchen window attracted me there. Inside, I saw an older man with salt and pepper hair loading the dishwasher. It appeared he had just finished dinner. He wore a shirt and tie with a pair of slacks.

He made his way to the living room. “So you find a movie for us to watch?”

“Yeah. Something called Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind,” said a young woman seated on a couch.

The bespectacled brunette wore a nice dress and wore her hair in a ponytail. She had small breasts, but was able to show them off adequately with her outfit and whatever lift the bra she wore provided.

“Why’d pazar escort you make me wear this when it’s just the two of us. Hell, we could have just eaten in here like we normally do,” the man groaned as he sat down next to the woman.

“But dad,” she whined, “it’s Valentine’s day! And since neither of us had plans I thought it’d be nice to do something different.”

“Sure. You know you didn’t have to do all this, right?”

“I know,” she said as she up to her dad, “But I wanted to show you how much I appreciated you. Plus, I know how much you miss mom…”

“Yeah. I’m sorry I haven’t been especially considerate of your feelings lately. It’s just…it’s been difficult.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulders

“I know. It’s been painful for me, too. But we have each other.” She leaned upwards and gave her dad a kiss on the cheek.

He brushed a strand of hair from her face. “You’re too good to me. If you weren’t here…”

“What, dad?”

“I’m just grateful I have you.” He kissed the top of her head.

She smiled up at her dad. “I love you, dad.”

“I love you, too.” He sniffled. “Do you mind if I change into something more comfortable for the movie?”

“That’s not a bad idea. I might do that as well.”

He stood up as she unwrapped herself from him as they headed down the hall. The young woman turned left into the first room as her father continued down the hall.

His daughter, after changing, left her room. She was about to head back to the living room when a loud sob stopped her. She went down the hall towards her dad’s room; towards the sob.

The door was partially cracked. As she peaked in, she saw her dad sitting on his bed. He hadn’t made much progress changing. He was down to just his boxers.

Alarmed, his daughter ran to him. She knelt down in front of him. “Dad, are you okay?”

Nodding his head, “Yeah. I’m sorry. It’s just…sometimes it just hits me hard. That…that she’s gone.”

“I know,” she bowed her head. She had her hands on his knees. “It happens to me, too. But I know she’d want us to be happy.”

“I just miss her.” He looked down at his daughter. “This is the first Valentine’s Day without her.” He ran his hands through her hair. “You remind me so much of her. She always made a big deal over Valentine’s Day. In fact, she was so sure you were conceived on Valentine’s Day she wanted to call you Valentina before settling on Valerie.”

“That sounds like mom.”

As his hands ran through his daughter’s hair, his groin began to respond. The tip of his cock poked through the opening. Strangely, Valerie wasn’t perturbed by this. Her father, however, quickly pulled his hands from her hair and covered himself up once he noticed the slip.

Valerie moved her hands to her father’s wrists. “Dad, it’s fine. It’s natural for your body…”

“No, Val, it’s not. You’re my daughter. I shouldn’t…this shouldn’t…”

Valerie removed her father’s hands from his crotch. “Dad, I want to make you feel better. You do so much for me. Let me make you feel better.” She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and began stroking him.

“I can’t let you do this, sweetie, you’re my daughter!” he protested. He pulled her hands off of him.

“I love you, daddy. I want to make you as happy as you’ve made me. Look at me, daddy, look at these!” she pulled her t-shirt up and tossed it aside, showing her breasts and rock hard nipples. They bounced lightly from her arms’ movement when she threw her top across the room. She squeezed her breasts and tugged at her nipples, then pinched them gently with her thumbs and index fingers. Her father’s mouth watered at the sight in front of him, but he remained resolute in his decision.

Valerie, with determination on her face, pulled her shorts down and her father’s eyes widened to see her shaved pussy. She looked at her dad and held his gaze, silently daring him to stop her. She dipped her middle finger inside her soaked pussy, twirled it around to coat it with her slick juices, and then lifted it up in front of her daddy’s face for him to admire.

“Look how wet I am, daddy. All my juices, they’re for you, daddy, only you.” She then put that finger in front of him and ran her finger along his lips. His mouth opened and she pushed her finger inside. He closed his lips around the finger and began to suck gently.

Her father’s face turned pale, his breathing became labored; the knowledge that his daughter wanted him, her pussy wet with desire for him, made his pupils dilated with lust and his cock thickened painfully in response. He pulled his mouth off her digit.

“Val, baby, I can’t, we can’t….,” he pleaded with his daughter helplessly. He stared hungrily at the sight in front of him, but he was still resisting the urge to take his daughter.

“We certainly can, daddy. I want you; I’ve wanted you for a long time. You’ve never denied me anything in my whole life, daddy. Please don’t deny me now,” she pleaded.

She knelt once again at her father’s feet. Pulling his boxers down, she wrapped her fingers around his shaft, again, and began pumping his cock. She looked in her father’s eyes as she stroked his dick. Her father, closed his eyes as he let his daughter do as she pleased.

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Lisa Mac Call was sitting on the edge of her bed, in a red-silk nightgown. Her mind was thinking of what she was going to tell the twins; what had happened at lunch. Her head was sore so she lay down; her long hair running down her back. She now felt free from being molested by her husband, Dale’s grubby hands.

He had left to stay with his gay lover, which did not surprise her. She was now Robert’s–she shivered at the thought of him and herself, his mom, in a passionate embrace. Her hands spooned her body, surging with lust; using her palms to tease her beautiful brown areolas, moaning in pure pleasure.

“Mmmmm. Aaaaahh.” she grunted, with hard heavy breathing. Her breasts popped out her nightie; her pink tongue licked her lips. “Breed me, I am your whore.” Her breasts swayed, while she lay on her back–her pussy ready to explode, in an earth-shaking orgasm. Sweat dripped down her body, as the orgasm surged through her.

One hand was lightly brushing her pussy folds, sliding a finger in her pussy, constantly teasing her cilt, moaning, “Yesss, Robert make me cum.” She buckled, as her whole body withered, her head and shoulders now raised, her eyes rolling up in pleasure. Gripping the side of the bed with her other hand, her muscles surged with pleasure. She fell back onto the bed with a grin on her freckled face. She got under her duvet and fell asleep, dreaming about what was going to happen next.

Molly and Samantha were naked in Robert’s bed, their arms wrapped around his muscular body; all in a deep sleep, on top of his double bed. He was thinking about the twins, Sarah and osmaniye escort Louise, about how he would make them pay for bullying him.

Maybe have Lisa stay with them, too; use Dale’s house as a whorehouse, as he could easily brain-wipe William, and make him watch strangers fuck his little sisters.

They still needed money to live. His body was asleep. But the Nanos had a plan, themselves.

Samantha woke up with a smirk. As her hand lightly brushed her brother’s cock, she smelt the earthy scent of static coming from it. Her head slid down to pop it in her mouth; licking his thick head, she swirled her pink tongue lapping up the pre-cum, and then, drooling excessively, she licked his balls which tasted like sweet nectar to her.

His mother, Molly, had wrapped him up, her arms draped around his waist. She woke up and started kissing down his back. Kissing every inch, she watched Samantha gagging on his shaft. “Morning, honey, I see you got your breakfast.” With a smile across her face, she thought to herself, what beautiful children she had.

The Nanos needed sexual energy to survive; the more outrageous and more incestuous the better, it made them strong. So they were giving very horny dreams to the Newton Family–they all felt the power surging through them, tingling like an electric pulse running through every part of them.

They would have to corrupt more to feed the Nanos. As Robert woke up, his dick in Samantha’s mouth and Molly’s slurping on his balls, he felt the contracting then whoosh–a load of cum shot into his sister’s mouth. “Thanks sis–and mom, for the wake up call. I think we should visit the MacCalls. I palandöken escort think we should get the twins involved, make ourselves one family; what do you guys think?”

Molly and Samantha sat up, either side of him. He had his arms cuddling them close, with their large bosoms on display, itching their heavy mounds. Looking at each other, they both nodded. “Yes, Robbie, what do you want us to do?”

Robert just smiled and kissed them both on the cheek, as he crawled out of bed.

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Louise and Sarah were sitting around in pink pants and sheer, pink bras, which held their perky-but-not-too-big breasts; their areolas were dark brown, and their puffy nipples were showing through the gauzy material. With their hair messy, ginger-fizzy, and knotted, they both had had sexual dreams about Robert, but they did not say or do anything to or with each other. Everything seemed quiet. They were off from school after what had happened on Sunday, to get their minds together. They were both still virgins, and although they masturbated and had sex toys, those were still untouched.

The front doorbell rang. ” I will get it!” Lisa shouted out. It was Molly and Samantha; she opened the door and waved them in.

“How you feeling today…after yesterday?” Molly asked Lisa, taking her hands in hers, her fingers playing with Lisa’s palms.

“Actually, I am relieved he’s gone, he was a waste of space–never any time for us or for the kids.” Holding a cup of coffee, Lisa continued, “So, what brings you here?”

Molly came up and gave her a hug, squeezing her tightly, and whispered in Lisa’s ear, “He took Samantha last night palu escort and his morning. And he wants you and the girls to come over later–he has a surprise for them.”

Lisa just nodded, looked over at Sam, and smiled. “Yeah, sure. I miss Robert, I need him,” she whispered back, as she licked Molly’s neck.

“I know Lisa, we all worship him. I think he wants us all to live together. That’s why he sent us over.” Molly gave her a quick kiss on her pouting lips. “Mmmm, that was really nice.”

Watching them kiss, made Samantha damp between her thighs. “Lisa, can I kiss you, too?”

Lisa summoned her over with her finger. She lifted Samantha’s face and smiled, looking deeply into her eyes. Lisa kissed her lips softly, her hands brushed her boobs, her tongue slowly biting Samantha’s lower lip. Then she stuck her tongue in the daughter’s mouth, and they tongue-duelled with each other. Lisa was enjoying her embrace.

They could all feel the Nanos surging energy through them, making them give into their animalistic urges, grabbing each other’s hair; making each other as horny as hell. The Nanos were getting stronger, soon they would be at full power.

Sarah and Louise had been in the bathroom getting cleaned up, brushing the knots out of their hair, and painting their nails with purple varnish. Before they headed downstairs, Lisa and Samantha had stopped kissing, and were smoothing their clothes down.

“Hi girls, Molly has invited us all over, tonight for tea.” Lisa said, looking at her daughters.

“Cool. Will Robert be there?” they asked, itching their heads.

“Yes, he will be there, girls.” Molly smiled at them.P “Okay. See you around six.” She and Samantha got up and headed to the door.

“Okay babe, see you at six!” Lisa shouted from the table.

The Nanos were working on the twins now. They had been daydreaming about Robert all day. They hated him, but they both lusted after him…why?

To be continued.

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Chapter 26

I awoke scunnered, as Maisie would say. I stretched, my body, sore from last night, and looked at her clock. Eight a.m.! Hmmm. I pushed Maisie’s unkempt hair from her face, as she was still sleeping so soundly. I know it would probably look creepy, but I lay there looking at her sleep; peaceful, content and probably as sore as I was!

I kept staring as her eyelids flickered. She half-opened with a tired, “What?”

“‘Nuthin,” I whispered. “Just lookin'” I giggled. She pulled the duvet over her head, so I crawled under, finding her musty mouth easily. “Mornin’, darling. You stay here. I can sort your dad out, ‘kay?” I told her.

“No, leannan…I’ll do it, okay. Don’t want to shock the old bugger, do we?” she chuckled.

She half-heartedly pulled herself from the warm bed, grabbed her robe and headed out to fulfil her daughterly duties. I finally grabbed my robe and headed to the kitchen. When they finally appeared, Ewan was interested in what we got up to last night.

“Just a small party, da. We were home early…weren’t we Chloe?” she said, her eyes boring into mine.

“Not too late, nah. Did you miss us?” I asked, facetiously.

He only smirked.

After getting him sorted, Maisie and I had a shower, a time to connect and talk about the previous evening. Neither of us knew how to approach this. It’s not as if I could ask if she had a wonderful evening. I knew she did! But, did I want to hear all the juicy details? Yes and no, I guess.

We fell into our usual routine; preening, primping and drying each other. I leaned over, looking for the tell-tale marks Jo had bequeathed upon her. I ran my fingertip over each spot, gently rubbing them.

“Soooo,” I chuckled, as I brushed her hair. “Tell me…everything?” I sighed.

“Hmmm. So, do you really want to know, leannan? I mean, I know we said we would tell each other everything but are you really okay with hearing this?” she asked, unsure if I could handle the words.

“Maisie, I know this could be shaky ground, all right…but yeah, I’d love to hear what happened after I left. I mean, I was there…for the most part. Tell you what, no real details, just…a bit, though?” I giggled.

“God, Chloe. You’ve certainly turned into a little voyeur, hmm? Just this once, okay? I don’t want our little antics to be some sort of vicarious thrill for us when we are together. I mean, I don’t want to need to rely on them, ya know? I mean, sure, I’ll love to hear about your encounters, whenever they do happen, but this’ll be a thin wedge if we’re not careful, hmm?” she explained. “If you need to know, that’s different, though. The last thing I want is for you to be jealous, right? If that ever begins to happen, you just say…and we stop. I won’t sacrifice us for a fling, Chloe. Under==stand? I can always go on Amazon and order my own…daddy,” she laughed.

“I get what you’re saying, darling. I don’t see this as dangerous for us. I mean, if you fall in love with Jo, well, then we weren’t meant to be, hmm? Sure, you’ll break my bloody heart and I’ll poke your eyes out, but I’d rather it happen now, than later. You said this was a time for us to explore, right? To see if we really wanted to be one another. Well, the first test is with you, my love. I think we’ll be all right. Plus, I’ve already learned something I want to try!” I giggled.

“And you’re not going to tell me, are you,” she smirked.

“Not a chance, sweetie!” I laughed.

I laid her brush down and hopped up on the bed. So, for the next twenty minutes, Maisie filled me in on what I had missed. I must admit that her words certainly stirred me. I spread my legs and she sat between them, pressing her body to mine, with me still half-brushing her hair, although it had dried a long time ago. Maisie sniggered, as I squirmed around on the bed, my bath towel still firmly around my fresh body.

“Did you use our…daddy-cock?” I asked, somehow scared to say the word.

“I…we did, darling. I…fucked her. Is that what you want to hear, hmm?” she breathed, her back pushing onto me, her hands gently brushing my thighs.

“Yessss, ohhhh…fuck, Maisie. That’s…so…” I moaned, my hands kneading her breasts now.

“And then…Jo fucked me. God, leannan, you know I don’t usually care for the more, uh, intrusive penetration, but it just felt…so right,” she groaned, her fingers wrapped in mine. “God…I knew this would happen,” she whined, and clambered off the bed, running to her purse.

I called her back, but she turned her head and smirked at me. She pulled out our Feeldoe, holding it lewdly, and threateningly.

“Here ya go,” she smiled. “It hasn’t been cleaned yet, leanabh-nighean. Jo thought you might like it,” she teased, throwing me our cock. “Lick it, darling. Then…fuck me,” she mewled.

What, I thought. You want me to…

Maisie crawled up next to me, her hand stealthily on my thigh, as she watched me tongue the long, hard pole. She örnekköy escort lay back on her pillow, throwing open her robe and running her fingers around her labia. I teased my Maisie by trying to deepthroat our shaft, my exaggerated moans adding to the somewhat-erotic scent in the room. I felt like the ingenue, not quite used to sucking a fake cock. Now, if my daddy was here, well…I was desperately trying to discern whom it tasted of, so turned it around, forcing the smaller end into my mouth. Maisie was astounded, my mouth bulging with this phallus. I closed my eyes, tasting the dried sap on the piece.

“Ohhh, fuck…Chloe. That…is…so…hot,” she groaned, her fingers inside her, uh, vagine now. I liked that word that Jo had spluttered out. “Please, leannan…fuck me. Quick!” she whimpered.

I ran the now-wet shaft over my face, Maisie’s breath short and raspy by now. I teasingly opened my robe, my pert, small mounds heaving, as I ran the tip over each nipple.

“Ohhhh, Chloe. You look…so….beautiful,” she grumbled. “Just…just,” she said, afraid of begging me.

I ran the shorter end through my labia, already slick with my secretions.

“Watch me, baby. Watch me take this,” I taunted, as I slapped her hand, and told her to stop touching herself.

I ran it up and down, to and fro, and the bulbous head slid easily into me. I groaned and pushed the hard, silicone shaft in, then lewdly stroked the remaining long shaft, still getting used to this end in me.

“Does my…baby need…this?” I teased, stroking the faux cock, my eyes never leaving hers.

“Don’t, Chloe. Please…just,” she sighed, her hands squeezing her breasts.

I sat up and moved between her spread legs, holding the faux penis in my hands.

“You’re my leanabh-nighean now, aren’t you?” I teased, placing the thick head at her entrance. I gathered a mouthful of saliva in my mouth, and slowly let it drip down upon her puffy pussy. I held the silicone firmly, just like she would do to me, running it up and down her now-dampened core.

“Yes, Chloe…God…yessss,” she groaned. “I’ll be your…leanabh-nighean,” and I slid myself inside her. My fingers petted her labia, feeling her muscles contract around the shaft. I pushed another sweet inch into her, her back arching at the piercing cock. I grabbed the remote and turned it on, the buzzing hitting us immediately. My Maisie was ready, her tight little valley ready for me, and I slid all the way in, our mons kissing the other. I slowly slid in and out, gathering a bit more of her runny juices with every push. I adjusted myself, leaning over her, and thrust in, Maisie moaning a long, salacious, “Uuuuugh.”

God, I could learn to love that sound, I thought.

I laid inside her, just as my daddy used to, my hands touching her so tenderly, I thought I’d break. My hips made those slow, imperceptible thrusts, Maisie quivering under me.

“You’re—aaaah—my—ooooh—baby—aaaah—girl—ooooh—aren’t—uuuuugh—you?” I whined, her hips meeting mine with every delicious prod.

Maisie could only answer with a series of the deepest, earthiest grunts I had ever heard. As Jo did for me last night, I pinned her arms down, my hips moving to and fro over her, as I held her. The little spasms growing in my toes began their slow trail up my body; my rhythmic groaning was almost silent for fear of being heard by her father.

This is the first time she had ‘allowed’ me to take her, to take her the way I loved being taken.

“C’mon, leannan,” I teased, using her term of endearment. “Cum on my…cock,” I smirked. Gosh, it felt so good to be the subduer and say those rude words.

I let go of Maisie’s arms, knowing as I did, that the release would set her off even more. She maliciously grabbed my tits, mauling and pulling my nipples. I fucked her harder, our mons slapping together, as I played her the way she had played me.

“Harder…chérie…just…har—” I yelped, the constant hum of the vibrator thrumming on my clitty.

“I’m…I’m…soooo,” she shrieked, her hips taking mine. She lifted herself up, our phallus impaling us both, and she gushed, her orgasm searing through her. Her moans were too loud, so I clasped my hand over her lips, the mumbles causing my body to jerk, and I orgasmed with her. I felt the sting as Maisie bit my hand, her free hand still twisting my nipples, abusing them the way I had often lovingly abused hers.

I felt this, well, control over her, that I was able to take her, watch her climax under me. Our dynamic had just changed; whether it was good or bad, only time would tell.

I slowed my hips, the movements more gentle now, as I sloshed our cock in and out of her satisfied pussy. She pulled my head down, and our wet lips touched in probably the most romantic kiss we ever shared.

“You like being my baby-girl, don’t you, sweetie?” I smiled.

“Damn you, Chloe, but…yes, God it was so…so different. But you’re osmancık escort still mine, too!” she chuckled.

“Always, my love,’ and I gently kissed her nose, our shaft slowly leaving her womanhood. She let out a subtle, “Noooo,” and I could only smile.

“We…we have to take da out for his walk! Fuck, fuck, fuck! God, Chloe!” she frenetically shrieked. “Fuck!”

“C’mere,” I smiled, and slid the phallus from my, uh, vagine, and held it up to her. “Two more minutes won’t matter, hmm?” I smirked. She looked at me scornfully, but ran and jumped on the bed. I held my end up to her, smiled, and said only, “Open darling,” and she did, whilst I took the end that had impaled her so well and licked the hard cock. Maisie was lost in her own little bliss, licking my sap and secretions from the end that had been firmly embedded inside me.

“You’re—lick—fucking—lick—terrible—lick— Chloe” she faux admonished me.

The room, and us, smelled of sex, but the musty scent was somehow comforting. We rushed into the shower, both of us giggling, but Maisie was in a tizz, knowing her dad was probably waiting…and hopefully hadn’t heard our frantic coupling.

We quickly dressed and tried to keep a straight face as we went to find Ewan. Bless his heart, as he said nothing about our impromptu absence. We headed out for a walk, neither Maisie nor I, quite ourselves. We still had those delicious endorphins surging through our bodies, and we missed the after-sex closeness that was always essential. Her dad could have made it as far as Jo’s shop easily, but Maisie took a different route today. I smirked, and she stuck her tongue out at me. I laughed, Ewan, looking at me curiously. I blamed it on his daughter, which he believed!

When we finally returned, it was time for me to pack the few things I had and head home. I changed into my travel clothes but somehow forgot to put my bra back on. Oops! I hugged Ewan, saying I would see him in two weeks. I had a date with my sisters looming. On the way to the airport, we tried to talk about the evening, knowing we both had questions that probably needed addressing.

“So,” I asked. “Was it everything you hoped for, mon amour?” I asked, uncertain about the answer I was looking for, my hand gently on her thigh.

“Well, leannan, it was certainly different, but yeah, I think it worked well…for all of us. I can see you picked up a few things already!” she laughed. “I…somehow feel closer to you, Chloe. I know that sounds strange, but just having you there, sharing it with you made it, well, special. She’ll never take your place, hen. You do know that, hmm? If you have any doubts…any, then the intimacy stops, all right? You, us is all that’s really important, okay?” she sighed, and I believed her. “Now, you? Any doubts or…?”

“I…I really enjoyed it, The dynamic was amazing, nothing like I thought it would turn out. I guess, because of my parents, I’m able to grasp the whole concept better. She’s a bloody gorgeous woman, Maisie. God, she’s so…fucking sexy, isn’t she?” I giggled. “I didn’t stay the voyeur for long, did I?” I laughed.

“You were, well, insatiable, darling. God, I’m getting wet just thinking about it!” she cackled. “So…should I continue to, uhm, see her? All you need to say is ‘no’ and it’ll stop. I won’t ask, or need any reasons, okay? This needs to be decided by…us,” all right?” she asked.

“Truthfully? Yeah. You should. I can see how attracted you are to each other, but more than that, I think she’ll be a good friend. You need that up here, darling, so yeah, see her, okay?” I encouraged.

“She likes you, leannan. She said as much after you left. She also said she would definitely be up to getting together again. But, if I’m honest here, I’d miss just the two of us, hmm? If you want, of course, we can work into that but…God, I’m sounding like you now!” she laughed.

“Maisie…I see this as an important step for us. I mean, we’re both going to change, hmm? I can feel a small shift already. Not bad, ‘kay, but I can feel our love growing with this. I…I loved fucking you, Maisie. I loved having you under me, taking you, and pleasing you. I…I have never felt that before to such an extent. Don’t get me wrong, I simply adore being your little sub, but I kinda like the domineering part, too. Are you okay with that?” I asked, honestly.

“Surprisingly, I…I loved being under you. Not always, okay…but it was different and tapped into something new for me,” she stuttered. “Let’s just continue to talk and be honest as we go on, okay? That’s the only way this will work. Damn! We’re here,” she sighed.

We parked up, and I grabbed my bag. We walked, arm-in-arm through the terminal Maisie walked me to the departure lounge where we grabbed a tea, and then finally to security.

“I’ll miss you, leannan. Believe me when I say that. I think my dad will, too!” she laughed. “Thanks for all your help. You do make it easier, osmangazi escort Chloe, okay? Now…go see your hostess, okay? Call me when you get home, and we’ll chat later,” she said, her eyes reddening now. We wrapped our arms around each other, and deeply kissed, not caring that we were in a very public place. We were in love with each other, so…

I was in my seat in no time…waiting. I could almost feel Victoria’s presence and her perfume. Not overpowering, of course, but sweet and subtle. She stopped at my seat, her smile so enlivening. I looked up at her, my eyes taking in her full figure. I saw the little sexy, smirk on her face, as my eyes finally met hers.

“Good afternoon, Ms Madden. It’s so good to see you again. Thank you for choosing BA,” she said, then whispered, “How was your weekend, Chloe? I hope you caught up with your…girlfriend,” she asked, teasing me. “You two certainly are a pair, hmm?” she smiled. God, I wanted her. Even after the rampant night, I had just had, I wanted this statuesque creature.

I looked around, and everyone was on board and seated. My hand unconsciously and stealthily laid on her tight, skirted thigh.

“I’d love to tell you all about it, Victoria…if you would like to know, that is,” I teased right back. I squeezed her thigh, as she looked around and behind her. Her hands went to my head, softly stroking, then grasping my hair, a little tug assuring me of her intentions.

“I’d love to know, Chloe. Perhaps, after we take off, you can tell me?” she smiled. “I’m sure we can find a few moments to…be alone,” she smiled. “Ohh, I have something for you,” she muttered, dropping a light-blue material in my lap. I quickly grabbed it, balling them up in my hand. They were her panties. Fuck! I stifled a long moan, as she turned and walked down the aisle.

We took off, and she brought me a G&T, gratis, of course, her hand stealthily on my shoulder. I looked up at her again, her eyes delving down my open blouse, my little tits in view. For her.

“Do you see something you like…Victoria?” I chuckled.

“You’re going to get me fired, Chloe,” she laughed. “But I think it’ll be worth it,” she smiled, squeezing my shoulder again.

It must have been thirty minutes into the flight when she came down the aisle and caught my eye, Her head was nodding for me to follow. As unobtrusively as possible, I followed her down the walkway. She pushed open a lavatory door, motioning me to step in. She quickly followed me and locked the door. I leaned back, both hands on the counter, my breasts, as they were, thrusting out. Victoria took the two steps to me and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me in. As her lips touched mine, I whimpered like a baby. She tasted, and felt, like nothing I had ever felt before. Her hands went through my hair, as mine gasped at her bum, holding and squeezing her. She had me, simple as.

We pulled apart and stared at each other.

“My…my God, Chloe. You’re so…” and she kissed me again. I felt so helpless, but regained a modicum of reliance, and tugged her hair. Her equally subtle moan made me spasm.

“You have no idea how much I want you, Chloe. When can we have…dinner? I…I want to devour you, Chloe. I want…you. You understand, hmm?” she smiled.

“And I can’t wait to kneel in front of you, Victoria. Here. Feel me,” I said, unbuttoning my linen trousers.

Her hand swiftly crept in, her fingers finding my wet panties and wetter labia.

“Touch me, Victoria. I want to cum in your hand, darling,” I groaned, my legs to-ing and fro-ing.

I brought one hand to her starched, white blouse, carefully fondling her, my fingers pinching her hard nipples, cautious not to crease her blouse. When she groaned, my pussy gushed into her hand. I could hear Victoria’s fingers sloshing through my muff, her thumb grazing my clit, as we kissed, our tongues almost duelling for control.

“That’s it, Chloe. Feel my fingers inside you. God, I can’t wait to go down on you. That’s it. Cum, baby. Cum for Victoria,” she whined, as her lips sucked my neck. The harder I pulled her covered tits, the more she played with my vagine. I knew we had to be quick, but I needed her to feel my orgasm. We madly kissed, her fingers never faltering, ’til I spurted, my climax taking me. She covered my erotic moans with her mouth, her finger caressing my clitty. My breath came in short, sharp gasps, as I continued to gush into her well-manicured hand.

I opened my drowsy eyes and fell in love with her precious smile. I continued to hump my pelvis on her hand, ’til she slowly pulled it out. I held her hand, my juices clinging to them. I lifted her hand and, as seductively as I could muster, licked her fingers. Victoria only smiled. I pushed her hand to her open mouth, and she greedily sucked the rest of my sap.

I grabbed her head and pulled her down to my lips.

“Do you have any idea how much I…want you?” I gasped.

“No more than I want you, Chloe,” she whispered, her fingers around my neck, then gently holding my cheek. We kissed once more, then turned to gather ourselves together, both of us giggling at the charade. She kissed me once more, turned and unlocked the door. I slapped her butt, and she jumped a bit. Victoria turned her head and smiled.

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Author’s Note: this is my first attempt at erotica for this site. I would love to get your opinion on the quality of the story, if it’s any good, how I could make it better. Would you like more like this? I know this one is short; I have ideas for longer ones.

Being just over twenty, I was in the prime of my sexual awareness and tended to become easily aroused. My new wife and I were living with her mom while my wife finished school and I was easing into a career. My wife sometimes had classes on weekends, and I did my best to not miss her too much. I wasn’t working weekends so spent time just watching tv.

One day I was watching a movie that had a scene in it that caught my attention. A middle-aged woman was stripping for a young man she was tutoring. ‘Gad,’ I thought, ‘he’s studying math. None of my math classes involved such a demonstration.’ To pay my respects to the scene, my cock came to attention. Lounging on the couch as I was, I did nothing to get in its way, just enjoyed the sensations it was pulsing through me. My wife would know how to settle it when she got home.

A few minutes later, I was even more aroused when I heard the door open and close. She was home II was ready for her.

“I’m in the living room,” I called. “Got something for you.”

I listened as she walked into the living room. of escort My back was to her, as that was how the furniture was arranged. I thrust my pelvis up, hoping she could see what was pressing against the fabric, waiting for her approval. She paused, stepped closer, and I imagined her looking over at me, enjoying what I had waiting for her.

Then her hand mussed my hair, caressed my cheek, slid down my chest and into my pants. When she gripped me, I thought I was going to explode. This was going great. She held me a few wonderful moments, then began undoing my pants. Yes, yes, yes.

I reached up and gripped her sides, then slipped my hands under her blouse, caressing her breasts through the fabric of her bra. I heard her breathing deepen. She liked this as much as I was. Her tits felt a little different but, from her position over me, it was awkward and I didn’t think any more of it. She pulled my cock free and gave a little moan. Then she leaned over, pushing my head to one side, and took me in her mouth.

Now this felt different, but she had never given me a blowjob upside down before. I looked from the tv screen to her face and my heart jumped. It wasn’t my wife with her lips locked around my knob; it was her mother.

I flinched and must have jabbed her with my cock as she onikişubat escort choked, but she didn’t let it go. I pushed on her, and I finally slipped free.

“What are you doing?” I asked, twisting to look at her.

She gave me a little smile, straightening her top, and said, “Responding to your invite.”

“That was for your daughter.”

“You never said that. Besides,” she moved her hand to cup a breast, “you seemed to like it.”

I realized my dick was still rock hard. I could feel it throb. It was standing there, pointing right at her, happy and horny. I had to admit; her touching me, sucking me, had felt great. Too, this was a good-looking woman staring at my cock. She had small, but perky tits, just like her daughter, and had remained firm with her yoga regimen. I had never imagined having sex with her, but now I turned that thought over in my mind.

“We still have at least an hour before you-know-who will be home. Will you be able to wait that long?” She looked from my face to my crotch and back, running her tongue over her lips. “This could be our little secret. Perhaps you’ll return the favour some time.”

Feeling the pressure in my penis, I knew it was going to be painful waiting for my wife and the relief she should bring. Besides, I thought, I’ll ordu escort probably be ready for more by the time she gets here.

“Sure,” I said, thinking that if licking this woman’s pussy was only half as good a licking her daughter’s, it would still be an amazing experience. “That’s a great idea.”

And so, she leaned over me again and began sucking me with the most incredible feeling rocketing through me. The way the top of her mouth rubbed the head of my dick, her tongue massaging my shaft, only heightened my desire. I couldn’t keep my hands from her tits, pulling them free from her bra. She shifted and pressed with them as her tiny nipples grew rock hard.

I reached for her crotch but she stopped me with one hand. “Another time.” She had to break contact to speak so I simply obeyed so she wouldn’t have to stop what she was doing again. I could wait to enjoy that part of her.

Then I felt myself about to cum. I warned her in case she didn’t want to take my load, but that news made her suck a little harder. My orgasm was incredible, on par with when I lost my virginity, intense, long and satisfying. She took it all, continuing to lick me and suck until I was done.

“That was great,” she said. “Thanks.” And she went back to whatever she had planned to do before my inadvertent invitation.

I tucked myself away and tried to get back into the movie I had been watching. There was no use. I couldn’t get my mind off what had just transpired, fantasizing about what might come next. By the time my wife arrived home, I was ready again for her special attention, but that’s another story.

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