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Last week’s Trade Show in Latvia turned into an emotional roller coaster. Not the business side of things, that went well, in fact brilliantly; but everything else associated with the trip had me bouncing up and down like a bloody Yo-yo!

Oops, I almost forgot; my name’s Ariana and I’m a Director, along with my father Jack and elder brother Jamil, of our family owned — possibly the largest in Europe? — plastic moulding company. That’s what the show in Latvia was for and though we’d staff running our stand, the three of us were on hand to schmooze our larger customers and make close-call decisions on any major negotiations.

Dad’s the technical genius, while Jamil deals with production operations and logistics and I’m the Sales and Marketing Director. I’ll concede that being the MD’s daughter is what got me the job in the first place, but my success is not just down to my short skirts and tight, low-cut blouses — though they definitely help – I’m damned good at my job too!

That’d been proved once again in Latvia; I’d managed to secure us more new contracts than we could possibly handle. But no worries, Jamil had signed some favourable contracts for the purchase of new equipment, while other than the dotting of I’s and the crossing a few T’s, Dad had agreed our takeover of a Spanish based competitor. We were now definitely Europe’s largest privately owned plastic engineering company!

Such success called for a major celebration and our staff were certainly going to enjoy one, but the three of us wouldn’t be able to join the party. Instead we were leaving before the show had even quite finished, rushing away to catch a Friday afternoon flight back home; it was my mother’s birthday, so her party would have to take precedence.

That was ‘The Plan’, but as with so many other plans related to our Latvia trip, it crashed and burned:

It had always been mum’s birthday today and the original intention had been that we would celebrate it here in Latvia. Mum and Jamil’s wife Priscilla would fly out with us on the Monday, spend their week shopping and doing the tourist-bit in Riga; then we’d have a whole weekend of birthday celebrations before flying home. Even my boyfriend Tom had been going to fly out and join us for the weekend.

That plan foundered when the show’s organisers sent us an email six weeks ago; there had been a major fire at the exhibition centre in Riga so the show was instead to be held in a town on the coast called Salacgriva. Having Googled the place, first mum and in her turn Priscilla, announced that they weren’t going and that we would have to be ‘home by Friday evening’.

My own disappointment on hearing this news was ameliorated by the questioningly raised eyebrow and wicked smile which Jamil surreptitiously directed toward me. Those lasted for only a moment, but were enough to raise my heart rate and trigger a flutter in my belly, which quickly spread to my groin; I could feel moisture dampen my panties.

Jamil is beautiful and I use that adjective rather than handsome intentionally. Jamil inherited far more of our mother’s Iranian genes than I did and looks every inch the Arab prince. Tall, slim and olive skinned, with both eyes and hair — he’s no shortage of the latter — a gleaming, obsidian-black; Jamil is blessed with an ethereal almost feminine beauty, which is perhaps why he gets almost as many men hitting on him as girls.

Growing up with Jamil for a brother was a pain in the arse; bad enough when we were at school, but it became far worse once I got to college. Although Jamil’s almost two years older than me, with the way that our birth dates fall, we were only ever separated by a single school year and while we took different courses, we both studied at Manchester University and shared an apartment nearby.

I rarely knew for sure whether someone was a genuine ‘friend’ or just angling for an introduction and to hopefully score a date with Jamil; by the end of my first year at Uni I was beginning to wonder whether I was Jamil’s sister or his pimp! One night, after drinking far too much, my frustration got the better of me and I very loudly and very crudely, told Jamil just that!

Jamil’s response floored me completely, thank God we were alone: After a few seconds silence Jamil burst out laughing and followed that by suggesting “You’re not really annoyed Ariana, or at least not in the way you used the word. It’s jealousy… You’re frustrated because I’m fucking your friends and classmates rather than you.”

I was absolutely gobsmacked; beyond speech, indeed I could barely draw breath. I felt my cheeks redden and heart begin to race, while trembling legs struggled to keep me upright. Jamil was silent too, simply smiling in just the way I’d seen him do with so many other girls; that was when the butterflies took flight in my belly, had that too happened to my friends?

Jamil stepped forward and caught me in his arms; my initial thought was that he did so to prevent varto escort me tumbling to the floor. That thought was short lived: While Jamil’s left arm wrapped around me, his right grasped my bum and pulled me in so close I could feel his cock press against my belly; Jamil then kissed me and not in a way that he’d ever done before.

In that moment I didn’t think… I was beyond thought! I just responded… Not like a sister, but in just the same way as all those other girls had; my arms clasped around Jamil’s neck and I kissed him back, hard, long and deep, my tongue was exploring Jamil’s mouth even before he’d explored mine. I have no idea how long our clinch lasted, but I can recall it’s ending.

Jamil’s left hand transferred from my shoulder to my right breast and when it closed around that soft orb, reality hit home with a bang. I pushed Jamil away and stepped back with a yelp, I was kissing my fucking brother! Things were now worse not better: The shortness of breath, racing heartbeat and trembling legs were still there, but those damned butterflies had now migrated to my groin.

As so often in the past, Jamil hit me with that beaming smile of his and held out a hand toward me as he spoke: “You know I’m right Ariana; you’ve been fantasising about my taking you to bed for months. We both know it’s going to happen at some point, so why don’t we make it sooner rather than later?”

My head swung from side to side in the negative, but I couldn’t get my lips to form the word ‘No’. “We… we can’t Jamil… It’s… It’s wrong.”

“It’s only wrong if someone says so and there’s only the two of us here; nobody else to see us and I’m never going to tell anyone… Or say it’s wrong.”

I didn’t answer that, or not verbally at least and was still shaking my head when I accepted Jamil’s proffered hand and allowed him to lead me towards his bedroom. While my thoughts were an utter jumble, I do recall thinking that Jamil hadn’t been entirely correct: It hadn’t been ‘for months’… I’d been dreaming about sleeping with Jamil for years.

I wasn’t some innocent virgin, far from it, but while Jamil gently peeled off my clothes, I had tears in my eyes and was trembling like a leaf; that reaction perhaps helped explain what followed. Jamil laid me on the bed and slowly removed his own clothes while I watched; I licked my lips unthinkingly when his cock appeared and that drew another smile from Jamil.

Jamil was equally unhurried once he’d joined me on the bed, not something I was used to with other boys; I’d guess that it was a half-hour at least before Jamil’s cock finally penetrated me. The intervening period having been swallowed up by Jamil’s lips, tongue, teeth and fingers caressing and arousing what felt to be every square inch of my body.

I’d orgasmed three times by then, but I suspect that Jamil’s teasing might well have lasted longer still had I not cried enough and begged him to fuck me. That saw yet another saucy smile appearing on Jamil’s lips; he’d got me — as always! – exactly where he wanted all the girls. Flat on my back, with legs splayed and pleading for his cock; Jamil is so damned annoying!

Jamil continued to be gentle and leisurely; this was love-making, not a quick shag; did he treat all the girls like this, or was he making a special effort for his trembling little sister? And believe me, I continued to tremble, though that was now down to desire and arousal rather than any fear or trepidation. I came twice more before Jamil finally climaxed.

I suspect Jamil would have pulled out before he did so, had I not wrapped my legs around his backside, locked my ankles and growled “I’m on the pill… Don’t you fucking dare.” And yes, that saw Jamil’s smart-arsed smile returning to his face once more as he pumped his cum into me.

That wasn’t the last time Jamil fucked me; it wasn’t even the last time he fucked me that night and our subsequent couplings were rather… livelier. I felt it was time to show Jamil just how grown up his little sister now was and had his cock inside my mouth the moment he rolled off me; once he was hard again — that didn’t take long! – I climbed on top and rode Jamil cow-girl to another shared climax.

We both — Jamil far more than me — continued dating… And screwing, other people, during that and the following college year, but we usually spent one or two nights together each week. Even during my final year, by when Jamil had graduated and returned home, he would find an excuse — music gigs were a favourite — two or three times each month, to visit Manchester and spend the night with me.

Discrete nights spent in each others beds became more irregular once we were both back home at Thorne Hall. Even more so as Jamil’s relationship with Priscilla moved from casual, to serious and since last year, marriage and his moving from the main house into a nearby cottage My own developing relationship with Tom has only exacerbated things.

We viranşehir escort haven’t stopped fucking each other entirely, but it had been a long while since the last time we’d had a whole night together; just the two of us. That was what those exchanged glances signified; Latvia promised to provide us with four whole nights of fucking each others brains out… We’d only just arrived at our hotel when that plan too crashed and burned:

Most of us will at some time have arrived at hotel and thought ‘this doesn’t look as nice as it did in the brochure’; well this one didn’t even look to be the same hotel as the one shown in the photos. Nothing much matched beyond its signboard and things didn’t improve any once we were inside!

With mum’s prevarication we’d been late in confirming our reservation so hadn’t been able to secure three individual rooms and had instead booked their three-bedroomed ‘Presidential Suite’. This we discovered on arrival, was actually one large room containing three beds, each separated by flimsy curtains with a small bathroom in one corner; was it a hotel room or a public hospital ward?

Dad’s a heavy sleeper, so neither Jamil nor I had had any concerns about sharing a suite with dad, but this… Enquiries soon revealed that everywhere else in town was booked out, while the rooms that our staff had been allocated were even worse; we apologised to them for that and promised a cash bonus for their having to rough-it.

We too were going to have to do the same; thank God mum and Priss weren’t with us, they would both have had conniption fits! To be fair the place was spotlessly clean and the staff all friendly and helpful; I’ve spent nights in worse places. But any thoughts of getting it on with Jamil had now gone right out of the window; it was perhaps my frustration about that which had fired me up working the Trade Fair?

It was early on Friday morning that we got the first text messages from the airline; Jamil had phoned Priss who reported the weather was already wild at Thorne Hall and that the TV was forecasting it to get worse rather than better. Priss was also concerned about driving to the airport to collect us, but that was easily resolved; Tom has some huge four-wheel drive pick-up trucks, so I called him.

We did a little networking around the show while checking and re-checking on our flights home and by early afternoon had confirmation… We were stuck here until tomorrow. Getting another night in the hotel proved easy enough, though we never thought to enquire if there might now be alternative rooms; after which we phoned home once again.

Those calls weren’t too bad for Jamil or I, but as anticipated, mum went ballistic; I’m not sure how she could hold Dad responsible for the weather, nor how she expected that he might change it. With that call behind us we wrapped up at the show and arranged to join our staff for a celebratory dinner in the evening; the hotel did at least boast a decent restaurant and a lively bar.

It turned into quite a party and the booze flowed like water; to be fair, ignoring the delay to mum’s birthday dinner, we’d a lot to celebrate. The only fly in the ointment was the difficulty during dinner of ignoring mum’s phone calls. She seemed to be ringing dad every ten minutes to update him on the horrendous weather at home, but what could he do about it?

We phoned Priscilla and asked her to go over to the hall and calm mum down, but Priss was stranded by floodwater herself. In desperation I phoned Tom and pleaded with him to go instead; he didn’t sound too enamoured by the idea, but when I promised to make it worth his while in bed tomorrow night, he agreed. It must’ve worked, we didn’t hear from mum again.

By about eleven we were all tipsy to varying degrees; in fact a few of our party, including dad, were clearly blind drunk! Dad’s not generally a big drinker, so I suspect that the grief he’d been getting from mum over the phone and an expectation of receiving worse once we got home, might have contributed to his night’s consumption?

One of our own staff and the hotel’s night porter helped to manoeuvre dad into the elevator and from there to our suite. Once they’d dumped dad on his bed and left, it fell to Jamil and I to get his shoes and most of his clothes off before pulling the covers over him and retiring to our own beds; dad was snoring like a pig before I was even into mine.

It wasn’t just dad’s snoring which kept me awake, but it was that snoring which set my mind wandering along the track that it took. Dad was out for the count, absolutely wasted… A brass band wouldn’t wake him up again. I’d been hyped-up from my week’s sales success to begin with and this evening’s booze-up had only fueled that further; I was buzzing…. And horny!

I soon realised that the application of my own fingers, while clenching my teeth to hold the noise down was not going to cut the mustard tonight. kırklareli escort But Jamil was only ten feet to the right of me and I surmised that dad to my left wouldn’t have woken even if a bomb went off; I slipped out of my bed – and out of my panties – then pushing the curtain aside, I slid quietly into Jamil’s bed.

When I climbed in beside him, Jamil too was asleep; but not for very long, Jamil woke with a start in the moment my hand wrapped around his cock. I pressed my other hand over Jamil’s mouth to quell his gasp, then withdrew it again to make the universal sign for silence. Jamil looked surprised, perhaps even shocked and he glanced sideways in the direction of our father’s bed.

Once reassured that dad was sound asleep, Jamil’s expression softened at much the same rate as that by which his cock was hardening; Jamil had definitely got with the programme by the time I slid off his pants. After repeating my shushing gesture, I climbed on top of Jamil, straddled his thighs and fed that gorgeous cock into my pussy.

Jamil’s cock penetrated easily and completely; it was time to stifle a carnal gasp and then moan of my own. Those efforts weren’t helped by Jamil peeling off the oversized t-shirt I was wearing and thereafter wrapping his lips around my left nipple, whilst teasing the other with his fingertips; maintaining silence became harder still when his teeth closed upon my nipple with just the degree of force that I like best.

I placed a hand on Jamil’s forehead and pressed him away before it all became too much; only when I’d recovered my composure did I begin to ride his cock. My motion was sedate, almost languid; I knew just how horny I was, but not Jamil and the last thing I needed right then was to have him blow his load too early.

I needn’t have worried, I’d brought myself to two nipple-tingling orgasms before Jamil climaxed. Jamil had clamped a hand firmly across my mouth during each of those climaxes and I repaid the favour in the moment just before his dam burst; I felt Jamil swell and shudder inside me, before I slumped atop him a few seconds later.

Not a word had passed between us and we remained silent during the minute or two that we then spent recovering ourselves. I’d achieved the orgasm that I’d craved and good sense said I should leave it at that, but dad was still snoring loudly. Rather than returning to my own bed, I slithered down Jamil’s until my face reached Jamil’s cock and I took it between my lips.

Jamil tried to push me away, but it was a half-hearted effort and undermined still further by Jamil raising his knees and parting his thighs to make my access easier. I love the feel and taste of Jamil’s cock inside my mouth, most especially when it’s flavoured with my own essences too; I lost myself in the pleasure and was still suckling on it five minutes later.

Jamil was just beginning to harden again, his hands toying with my hair in… Encouragement? But it was neither the stiffening of Jamil’s cock or his fingers suddenly tensing and clenching against my head which broke my rhythm, it was hearing the words “You look like you’re enjoying that.” I wasn’t sure if the words had been directed towards Jamil or myself, but I did recognise the voice; it was my fathers.

I was a second or so behind Jamil in freezing in place; did Jamil have the thought ‘Oh My God, No!’ blaring through his skull too? I felt a hand clasping onto each of my buttocks, they could only have been dad’s and they didn’t make me feel any better; neither did dad’s next comment: “I’d assumed that you two had stopped fucking each other since Jamil got married to Priss.”

That was another Oh My God! Moment; how long had dad known and who else knew? Jamil’s cock still between my lips provided ample excuse for my remaining silent, but Jamil was no more loquacious; never mind, dad was still in full flow:

“I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised, I’ve long suspected that Priscilla was probably like your mother, decorative enough, but no fire in her belly; lies flat on her back with her legs apart, but nothing more… Priss by name and prissy by nature’s my guess? Not like our Ariana here… She’s always been a little vixen…”

I was trembling like a leaf,, but beyond that I had lost the power of movement; Jamil was no better, I directed my eyes towards his face and found him wide-eyed and staring, his hands still clenched tightly in my hair. We remained that way even as I felt dad’s cock brushing against my thighs and heard him say “I’ll bet you can handle the both of us Ariana… And enjoy it too.”

An instant later accompanied by the sound of dad’s growled “Fuck me you’re dripping wet, has Jamil shot a load into you already?” I felt his cock slide easily into the depths of my pussy. I still didn’t, indeed couldn’t, voice a protest; far from it, dad’s penetration drew a guttural moan from my throat which spoke of nothing but welcome and assent.

Those guttural moans continued as dad’s cock repeatedly speared into me; I don’t know if it was the vibration from those moans flowing past Jamil’s cock or the sight of our father’s cock ploughing into my pussy that made the difference, but within a few seconds Jamil’s cock was fully erect once more and it began twitching inside my mouth.

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Again, a fictional, 18+ incestuous tale of mother and son, of dangerous and sometimes impersonal, hot sex, and a sense of disbelief. Please enjoy.

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A cold sweat came over me and I clutched my chest, shocked at my husband’s revelation. I was to have no time to collect my thoughts, however, as the next thing I heard and saw was the ferociously screaming voice of my son, launching himself at his father with a WWE type clothesline, knocking him backwards off the pouffe he was sat on.

As I was in all kinds of shock I initially didn’t react, and it was my daughter who sprang up to restrain Thomas, as he battered and beat his father’s face. “You bastard. You ruin everything, you have the best woman in the world and yet, you fucking take my fucking girlfriend!” he screamed, as Mike lay on the floor, taking the assault without defending himself.

“Thomas!” I shouted, as Joanne tried to pull him away from her Dad, “Thomas! Thomas, you’ll kill him!” I shouted, standing and moving to try and get his focus away from Mike.

“Good, it’ll be the best for everyone! He fucks everything I love with, let me go!”

My ears caught that last sentence, and as I hoped that my husband and daughter’s did not, the gravity of the meaning wasn’t lost. Was my son actually in love with me?

Joanne was trying to calm her little brother down, being slightly taller than him, she now had him on the floor and was looking down at him, holding his wrists and telling him to calm down. He looked at her and something flicked in his head, as finally clearing the red mist, then looked at her saying, “Let go of me, I’m fucking getting out of here,” and slammed the door behind him, got into his car and sped off.

Immediately knowing where he was going, I said to my husband, “Text your little slut and tell her he’s on his way.”

I barricaded myself in my bedroom, our bedroom, with my mind now like washing machine. Strangely, I was not angry, but more confused. and my brain was accepting what he had said as fact, with no sense of disbelief. I was perfectly aware of the sense of irony, and the fact that any anger from me would be highly hypocritical.

About twenty minutes later, I went back downstairs and there he was, with his daughter’s arm around him, trying to stem what was still a heavy nosebleed, with a towel.

They both looked up at me as I pulled a chair over to sit opposite them, but not too close. “You’ve really fucked up here,” I said and he went to speak but I cut him off, “I don’t want any bullshit, Mike. Tell me how it happened and why you’re telling me about it now.”

“It just happened, I…..”

“BULLSHIT!” I screamed at him, “Your cock just fell into her vagina, did it?” I asked in a mocking, sarcastic tone. “I want to know every little detail. Joanne, you can go,” I said to my daughter.

“But….”

“I said go. Go phone your boyfriend or try to call your brother, I dunno. Just go. Please.”

“Boy, am I glad I spent Christmas with my family and not my boyfriend,” my daughter mumbled, stomping out of the room.

I moved, surprising him as I leaned forward and lifted the antiseptic wipes my daughter had got from the kitchen, and started to clean the cut below his right eye where, as it turned out, Thomas had caught him with his watch.

“Why are you helping me?” Mike asked.

“I’m still wanting you to tell me the truth. You can’t do that if you fucking die,” I spat, strangely trying to bat away the sympathy I was feeling for the, possibly ex, love of my life.

“Are you sure you want to hear this?” he asked.

“Everything! And if I hit you too….it’s too bad.”

He began,”It happened that night I came home after that 6-week stint.”

“You mean the night we met her?” I shouted, and he cowered away, thinking I was going to hit him.

He continued, gesturing to me and him, “We had been making love and, then I went down to start making breakfast.”

Sternly, I said, “Go on, and don’t spare me any details.”

“I needed to get a cloth from the downstairs loo and noticed that I heard a woman peeing, and the only one that I knew of in the house was you so….I crept up behind her, fell to my knees, and……”

“You licked her…..?” I said, as he nodded his head.

“She didn’t make a sound, just braced herself on the sink and pushed herself onto my face. I thought it all seemed a bit different, but I was still getting used to the sensation of you being closely shaven.”

We were then interrupted by the front door opening, and the voice of my son saying, “Where is he?”

My daughter’s voice could then be heard telling him we were still in the living room, and then I heard her exclaim, “Shannon! What the fuck, Thomas? as the room door burst open and in spilled my son, dragging his guilty looking girlfriend in behind him.

He sat her down on the two seater sofa beside his beaten, equally guilty looking father, and she shrieked when she first saw Mike’s bloodied face. Thomas then sat on the little üzümlü escort pouffe opposite them, taking over as chief interrogator.

“What’s he said?” he turned his attention to me, and Mike informed him where we were up to.

“Is this true?” He said looking at her and she nodded, confirming it was true.

“He didn’t know it was me, and I didn’t know it was him,” she chimed in, sobbing profusely. “Next thing I knew, he was……inside me as I…..leaned on the bathroom sink.”

I wasn’t having that as an explanation, and challenged her, “Every experienced woman knows, regardless of it being dark / light, day / night, what her lover feels like. I…” I dramatically cut off, about to say that I could tell the difference between the two penises in seconds.

Shannon, again looking sheepishly down at her clasped hands, then at Thomas then breathed, “Tom had just taken my virginity, the weekend before.”

I looked at Thomas, he nodded his head in confirmation that it was true. My maternal instincts fucked my anger at this point, as the now almost hysterically crying little girl hugged herself with both arms, as Mike leaned as far away from her as he could. I told him to move, and put my arm around her, rubbing her shoulder and, for some reason, telling her, “It’ll be alright.”

I didn’t know if it would be alright. I still needed to know how it progressed, and looked back to my husband’s now pasty white face and said, “I think you better take over, what happened next?”

He protested, saying how it wasn’t the time or the place, but as I pointed out that everyone but our daughter was affected by this, it was very much appropriate.

He cleared his throat, “Once we…..finished, she just kept her head down, and didn’t reply when I spoke. I can’t even remember what I said…..”

“……You told me, ‘Sammie I’ll never get tired of fucking this tight pussy,’ and that you loved her,” Shannon sniffed, obviously not making eye contact with anyone.

At this point, Thomas stormed off upstairs, and Joanne went after her brother. I asked the unhappy couple what happened next, and Shannon started to explain, “He didn’t know it was me, you have to believe us.”

“What happened next?”

Shannon spoke again, and I knew she was desperately trying not to break up Mike and my marriage. “He genuinely still didn’t know he’d did it. I never brought it up the night before you all went on holiday. It was too good a night. Then, I spoke to Tom when he was in Bulgaria, asking him about his Dad after the oil rig disaster. It was the day after that when he told me how Mike was at home on his own.”

I now moved further away from her, and scathingly I chastised, “So what, you thought you’d come round for another go?”

Mike then took up the topic, as Shannon was a blubbering mess again. “I was in bed, still quite sore when she knocked the door, looking for that thing for her hair.”

I looked at Shannon, scowling and said, “A good excuse!”

She replied, “I needed to talk to him to tell him what he’d done. I was so worried, I thought I might be pregnant, and, I could hardly talk to Tom……”

“I’m guessing you now know Mike fires blanks?” I sneered and she nodded, before I asked her what happened next.

“He answered the door after shouting to give him a minute. Eventually, he opened the door in his pyjamas. They were unbuttoned as he couldn’t use his hands very well and, as I made him some lunch, he told me what all had happened during the fire. Then I offered to help him, and as I got halfway up his buttons, he told me how much I looked like his wife.”

“How did that make you feel?” I asked, still not believing she hadn’t planned to seduce him.

“Nervous,” she said, wiping her eyes and continuing, “I looked at him, as I re-lived the experience of him…..doing it to me.”

I looked back at Mike, hanging his head in shame, and said, “What happened next?”

“She told me what I had done, and I repeatedly told her I was sorry. I’m still sorry….”

“He started to cry,” Shannon took up the story. “He sat down and put his head in his hands, hitting himself on the head and he made his hands sore. So I helped him to check that he hadn’t reopened his wound and…..I changed the bandages and…..”

“And what?” I somewhat angrily asked.

“I was wearing a low cut top and……I knew he was looking at me. I caught him, he looked squarely up to my eyes from my boobs….”

“I told her I was sorry,” Mike interjected, “That I’d had an emotional time, and that she just reminded me so much of my wife. She put her arms around my neck to sooth me, sitting opposite me after inspecting my wounds. The next thing I knew, we were kissing and her…..her breasts were naked – and then…..we were having sex on the sofa.”

I was strangely calm, turning the fact that I’m sleeping with my son over and over in my mind.

“How many more times?” I asked, looking at Shannon as she looked away.

“Shannon!” uzunköprü escort I called, and her eyes looked to mine.

“I’m sorry,” she sobbed, “Every time he went to work…..he only spent a week there.”

“YOU SPENT TWO WEEKS WITH HER AT A TIME?” I bellowed, as the gravity of his deceit hit home, before realising that it almost matched mine.

“You need to go,” I said, and Shannon got up. “Not you, him.” I confirmed, turning to Mike, “I can’t look at you right now, you can sleep in our room. I’m going to be up all night now, I think”

“What about me?” Shannon said, in tears.

“You’re staying here until your boyfriend comes back downstairs. Plus, I can keep an eye on you both here.

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She told me about her illicit trysts with Mike, how he was allowed to work part-time because of his wounded hands and, how he had gone as far as renting an apartment, so they could be together for weeks on end.

“How did my son not find out?” I quizzed her.

“He’s shy about my apartment, says he doesn’t like spending too much time in it as there are too many other people always there. It’s a only got one kitchen and two bathrooms, between 8 rooms, so it’s more private here.”

Eventually, I left her in the living room, after escorting her to the bathroom and back. My mind was in a spin, I actually felt sorry for this young woman who had clearly got caught up in a snowball effect, losing her virginity then 6 days later getting accidentally fucked by your lover’s father. It wasn’t her fault she looked like me, Thomas had all but admitted to me that it was the main reason he was attracted to her in the first place. And then there was that incestuous infidelity too.

I then saw my daughter coming out of my son’s bedroom. She told me he wasn’t good, and that he refused to see the both of them and that his dad could go to hell. “I’ll take Shannon home, no point in having her here,” Joanne said and added, “You go talk to him, he might listen to you.”

I ushered Joanne and Shannon out the door, with Shannon profusely apologising. I just told her that I’d, “See you around,” and closed the front door, before going upstairs and speaking into my husband.

“I have to know if you’re alright. You’re still my husband,” I surprised him by saying.

“Sammie, I’m so sorry. I have no excuse, it’s all my fault, not hers.”

I sat down beside him, punched him wearily on the arm and replied, “I feel sorry for her. You’re right, it is all your fault!”

I then moved to get up and he grabbed my arm and asked me where I was going. I told him I was going to see my son, and he asked, “Will we be ok?”

I laughed, shrugged his arm off and said, “I don’t know, but I know that I will.”

I went to my son’s room, knocking the door to be told, “Go away.”

I told him to open the door, as the lock he had put on since Shannon started staying over, blocked my entrance. I heard it unlock, and he opened the door and walked back to this bed, only saying, “Lock it behind you.”

I locked it, looking over to him in the lamp’s soft light as he sat down on the bed. “How are you?” I asked, wanting to just break the ice.

“Never better! My girlfriend is fucking my Dad, what more could I want?”

I was facing him, sitting with my left leg bent up onto the double bed he had recently bought, and I reached across to stroke his face.

He pulled away, but I edged closer until I could actually reach him, and hugged him into me as he pushed and tried to fight me off.

I saw a change in him, his eyes went black and he lunged at me, and soon we were flat on the bed. He tried to kiss me, and now I fought him as his hands went up my Santa Clause blouse, and he tried to push my bra up, but I knew I had to stop him.

“Thomas!” I said in a motherly voice.

“Call me Tom,” he said, cupping my left boob as he won that battle, and my bare breast spilled over this hand.

“No! Thomas, I said no!” I scolded him, trying to pull my bra back down.

“I need you, take your clothes off,” he grunted, trying to put his hand up my skirt. That’s when, for the first time ever, I slapped my son on the face, hard.

He sat back, stunned and holding his left cheek as it reddened, and I said I was sorry. He didn’t answer, but got up and, again, and his car sped off into the night in his car.

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The next month was hell. My husband moved out at my request, my son wouldn’t talk to me, and I took the step of calling Shannon, who swore to me that she hadn’t heard from either of them. I later did find out that Mike was staying in his former love nest. My son turned up the next day, he came during the day while I was at work, took some clothes and went back to Ben’s, who had allowed him to stay with him.

February arrived, and a reminder about the car rally was emailed to all participants, and Mike forwarded it on to both Thomas and me.

That very night, I heard music in the garage, and a spanner hitting van escort the ground as I listened at the door. There was no car in the driveway as he had parked around the corner, trying to avoid me, no doubt.

I popped my head in the door to confirm who it was, dreading it being Mike. Thomas stood up, feeling the chill of the open door, his eyes met mine and I raced towards him, throwing my arms out to hug him.

“I’m sorry, Mum. I’m so, truly sorry. I shouldn’t have touched you like that. “

“It’s ok, it’s ok, I shouldn’t have hit you, can you ever forgive me?”

He separated us, pushing me gently by the shoulders and said, “I’m not mad at you, I deserved it. I just stayed away because I thought you hated me.”

I grabbed him again, hugging him into me, as we both cried to each other, like mothers and sons do.

As we talked, I soon got the message that he would discuss anything, apart from his Dad or Shannon.

He told me that Ben was going to do the car rally, instead of ‘Him,’ and that he would need to knuckle down to have it ready by earl-March. “I’ll help, if you need me,” I said, happy to lend a hand where needed.

My son moved back in, having been sleeping at Ben’s, but we didn’t go back to, ‘Normal.” He didn’t even try to enter my room at night, never mind enter me, it was literally like all of that had never even happened.

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Rebuilding Bridges

Next, disaster struck, and Mike’s father passed away. I called my husband, finally, and we agreed we needed to talk. I met him, gave him a hug and he mentioned the Mustang, and I told him that Thomas and Ben had almost finished. I noted how sad Mike sounded, and I must say that at that very moment, I was missing my husband like crazy. Even though I had been without him in the past, for up to 8 weeks, this was different, and part of me wanted to take him home and comfort him.

The funeral arrived, and my family put on a united front, walking behind the hearse. I hugged my husband at every opportunity, basking in the warmth I knew so well.

I felt empty, not just sexually either as my husband was my best friend, my world. Our son, however, drove off straight after being at the cemetery.

I cried almost every night, probably hoping that Thomas would come in and, ‘Fill the void,’ so to speak. But then I questioned that, wondering was it Thomas that I really want?

I was lying in on my back in bed, when my son came out of the garage and into the house. My hand crept down towards my crotch as I fantasised about him opening the door, and slowly making sweet love to me, as I stroked my now thick, unkempt brown bush.

I held my breath as he came up the stairs, and I started to flick my clit. He walked past, shouted, “Goodnight, Mum,” and my orgasm dissipated back into my core.

This was to become a depressing theme, as I lost the ability to give myself pleasure for the first time ever, since I started Masturbating in my teens.

As March neared, two weeks to go to the rally and the car’s rebuilt engine had yet to be started for the first time. Ben came round each night to help out with the car and with everything completed, the engine just needed to be, ‘Dropped in,’ before Ben crashed his car, breaking his leg and wrist.

My son was devastated, “It’s cursed,” he said, “The whole fucking thing is cursed,” and I was genuinely beginning to think he was right. I urged him to call his Dad who knew the car inside out, to which I was told that he would rather see it sitting in the garage and never turning a wheel.

I knew what I had to do, (No, not that,) and ordered some overalls/jump suits from the Internet and when they arrived, I’d made an error. Instead of the regular blue ones, I’d ordered mine in white, with a hood. I looked like crime scene forensics expert.

He was lying in his bed scratching his ass, when I burst through the door, dressed like a white TellyTubby. If my initial aim was to raise him from his self imposed hibernation, it was a roaring success as he immediately started to laugh and me how daft I looked. I told him to get up immediately, that we had a car to fix and I needed further instruction, as I hadn’t clue what I was doing. I went down to the garage, opened the door and turned the lights on to see what looked like the engine on the end of a crane. I immediately use my powers of deductive reasoning to establish that this, was indeed, an engine crane.

My son arrived down swiftly after, dressed in his proper, unhooded boiler suit. Some time later, amongst much innuendo of, “Is it lined up properly? Will it fit in? I’m not sure the mounting is right?” the engine slipped into the engine bay, and then he started talking about bushings and mounts again.

Bear in mind that even the thought of him mounting me, made me swoon, so the fact that I not had sex in over two months, whilst still having trouble in pleasuring myself, I was soon regretting my choice to wear just my bra and knickers underneath my jumpsuit in case of any wetness.

He made guttural noises as he used force to guide the engine down into its correct place, swearing quite a lot and being generally manly, which did nothing for my growing arousal. All the while, too my dismay, he didn’t even try to look down my top, and yes, I had left two buttons open.

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After a long time I saw her in flesh. I was bound to a promise to never see her again. But today after my mother’s Demise. I am free from my promise. We schedule to meet at the cafe near the park where I invited them both.

A vehicle approached. Door opened to the Hyundai. A forty plus year mother with her paraplegic son on a wheelchair head towards me. I took a deep breath. And ordered their favourite pastry and coffee cups. The woman approached me with cold eyes. Boy was confused till.

What you want from after a long time brother. I responded I want to marry you Veda what I wasn’t able to do 20 years back I will do right now. The boy in the chair looked at us shocking expression. I told them let’s head towards the park and I’ll explain it to you.

We sat on the bench in the park where me and my sister share a moment long back. I’m sorry son the long lost father you’re looking for is this man standing infront of you. I’m your father, I’m your culprit. I abandoned you when you needed a father. The boy started ürgüp escort screaming in agony and rage. He was crying buckets. I said in down voice I understand your pain. With which he replied do you? are you a incest baby. Are you? I am a fucking incest baby. This happened to me because you two were fucking eachother day and night like hogs. Me and Veda was listening to him quietly with our heads pointing down.

We were humiliated first time in our life for our deeds, because it was our son who was blaming us for his condition.

I said I know it was our fault. But I want to become the father you always wanted. Say something I told my sister at the moment she was frozen like a rock. He quoted Fuck my life I should kill myself. Then you two disgraceful fucks will understand the consequences of your actions, I can’t blame her she was always dumb as a dog. You must’ve forced yourself onto her. Am I a rape baby? Tell me both of you is it you true am I a sin. A illegitimate parasite that you’re carrying on your backs for fucking 20 or so years. uşak escort Answer me dammit.

We were crying loudly in a shaky voice. Fuck it you two deserve eachother a whore sister and disgraceful sister fucker forever together for life. I hope you two rot in hell. As he finished his sentence the boy speed up his electrical wheelchair to crash into a crossing bus.

I yell my sister too snap out of her zone as our son is about to kill himself for nothing. I quickly rush towards him grabs his cart in the nick of time pull him back towards us. He yelled at me in a snarky voice. “Why the fuck you saved me. I was the only proof to your illegitimate relationship you should have let me died.

At the same time he received a slap from his mother.

She pulled the ‘chair towards herself and explain it to him. You are precious to both of us. You’re the sign of affection and love we both shared together for eachother. We will take care of you forever. All three of us were crying at this moment. Veda continued you know this man doesn’t get married so he can üsküdar escort provide for you everything. He pays for everything that we had in our house, not my ex husband. He sacrificed himself for both of us. He deserves love from you son. I know it is tough accept the truth in these circumstances but you can’t deny it.

Just by killing yourself or running away. It won’t change a Fucking thing.

The boy took a deep sigh. And said this i will accept you only if I find you as a suitable man for my mother. Not ’cause you’re the lover or biological father, understood. I nod my head in a yes and clean my nose. Okay where do you live old man the boy asked. With which I replied in a subtle voice your grandmother’s house.

He looked a little disappointed but my sister looked a little content. So, should we head home. I asked? With which the boy yeah we can in a cunning way but we first need to move out of our house. I replied with little tears in my eyes “yes, we have too”. My sister used her veil to clean mine and her face before giving me a kiss on the forehead. The boy clicked his tongue with verbally adding a sweet little insult come on you love birds.

Me and my sister will hold hands on our way back thinking about our past how it all started and our future with our son Cain.

Part 2 will start the sexual parts of the story so stay tuned

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‘I still remember our wedding night. She was so shy… So innocent and so beautiful! I made sure to show her who the better brother is!’ Kishore’s words rang in my head as I thrust my cock deep into his wife the following day.

“Oh fuck… oh fuck… what’s…ahhh… what’s gotten into you today, Suraj?” Jhanvi gasped as she braced herself against my study desk, bent over as I pounded her pussy from behind, “You are fucking me like… oh fuck… like a wild animal!”

She wasn’t wrong, and I grunted as I slammed my cock deep into her tight pussy. My fingers dug into her juicy ass as I fucked her hard, “Shut up and tell me who this pussy belongs to! Tell me you are my slut. Mine and mine alone!” I growled as Jhanvi gasped for breath, my cock fucking her mercilessly!

Jhanvi had come over in the morning dressed in a pink salwar kurta, a perfect image of the traditional Indian wife. It was Rakshabandhan today, and Kishore and Dad were already downstairs for the Puja. My brother had asked Jhanvi to come up and wake me. But I had pulled her in and locked the door.

Within minutes, my sweet Bhabhi, my brother’s wife, was on her knees as I fucked her mouth. Once I had marked her cute face with my cum, I bent her over the desk and tore off her salwar kurta. Now, I was fucking her so hard that the only sounds that could be heard in the room were Jhanvi’s gasps and the slapping sound of my thighs hitting her ass-cheeks every time I buried my cock in her.

Jhanvi was my first crush, my current lover, one of three women I loved more than anything else! But today, all I could see was Kishore’s wife, and I wanted to take revenge on the bastard by taking out my pent-up anger on his wife’s pussy. I was fucking Jhanvi hard and rough, the kind of fucking she was not used to, but the way she was gasping and moaning, she was definitely enjoying it.

“Yes… Oh, Suraj… I’m your slut… I’m your slut… Ahhh… Don’t stop fucking me… Ahh… Please, Suraj… I love your cock… I love it so much!” she moaned as I fucked her hard and rough.

“Say it again…” I growled as I spanked her ass hard, my cock slamming into her pussy with each thrust! I knew I was wrong to fuck her so rough; my sweet Jhanvi wasn’t used to this kind of fucking, but my mind kept replaying Kishore’s words from last night, “Tell me whose slut you are… Whose whore! Say it, Bhabhi!”

“I’m your slut! Ahhh Fuck… I’m your slut… Oh fuck… Yes, Suraj… Fuck me… fuck me… I’m your whore!” Jhanvi gasped as I fucked her hard.

This wasn’t good enough; I needed to see her face as I fucked her. “Turn around, Bhabhi,” I growled as I pulled out my cock, grabbed Jhanvi’s waist, and spun her around. I lifted her up and placed her on my study desk, a few old books and my laptop falling off as I spread her legs and pulled her towards me.

I looked at Jhanvi’s beautiful, sexy, naked body as she lay panting on my study table. She looked like something out of a porn flick with her big tits sweaty and heaving, her curvy waist, her wet pussy glistening with her juices, inviting me to fuck her.

I grabbed my cock and guided it to her wet pussy; Jhanvi gasped as I sank my entire twelve inches into her, her eyes rolling back as I filled her pussy up! “Oh Fuck Suraj… Ahh… yes…” she moaned as I grabbed her thighs and began to fuck her once more!

I had never fucked any girl like this before. Not Pooja Didi, Tara, Disha, Nora and definitely not my sweet, innocent Jhanvi! But I just didn’t care right now. I had been thinking about my brother’s words from last night and this just made me want to vent out by fucking his wife!

I scooped my hands under Jhanvi’s juicy butt as I fucked her, her tits jiggling with every thrust as I slammed my cock into her! Jhanvi was now completely lost in pleasure, her mouth open as she moaned and gasped, her hands holding onto the edge of the table as she braced herself to take the pounding my big cock was giving her!

“Do you like it? Does it feel better than when Kishore fucks you?” I growled as I hammered into her dripping wet pussy! Jhanvi nodded and bit her lip as she looked at me, her eyes glazed with lust.

“Yes… Ahhh… it feels so good… oh fuck… Suraj… Your cock is so fucking big…” she moaned as I fucked her hard, my hands squeezing her butt as I pumped my cock into her tight pussy!

I wasn’t satisfied yet, though. In one fell swoop, I lifted Jhanvi up with my cock still inside her and pulled her off the study table into my arms while fucking her non-stop. Jhanvi gasped as I carried her in my muscular arms and pinned her against the wall, my cock still thrusting into her pussy.

I groaned as my hands sank into Jhanvi’s butt, and I fucked her hard against the wall. The family photos hanging on the wall shaking with each thrust as I fucked my brother’s wife like a sex doll! “Who fucks you better? Him or me? Answer me!” I demanded while leaning in to kiss her neck, as she clung to me tightly, gasping for breath ümraniye escort between her moans.

Deep in my mind, I knew this was too much. I was being too rough on her! I half-expected Jhanvi to slap me, to demand me to stop, but instead, my brother’s slutty wife surprised me with her enthusiastic response.

“You Suraj… Ahhh… You fuck me so much better… Ahh… You fuck me like he never could!” she gasped as I fucked her harder, “I love your cock… Oh fuck… Your brother is nothing compared to you… Ahh… Fuck me, Suraj… Fuck your brother’s wife!” Jhanvi gasped as she wrapped her arms around my neck, her legs wrapped around my waist and pulled me into a passionate kiss!

The sheer filthiness of fucking my brother’s wife like this while he waited downstairs for her, making her moan that Kishore was worse in bed, made my cock even more hard! She was enjoying it, too, her nails digging into my back.

She was near her limit; I knew that when she arched her back and cried out my name again and again, her big tits bouncing spectacularly as she moaned and gasped! The pleasure was so much for her that she raked my back with her fingernails, “Oh fuck… I’m so close… I’m so close master… Ahhh… You’re going to make me cum!”.

When she leaned back, I couldn’t help but notice her mangalsutra, the traditional necklace that symbolized her marriage to Kishore. It was dangling between her juicy cleavage, swinging back and forth with each thrust! She must’ve worn it due to the Puja ceremony today, but the sight of it infuriated me!

I had had enough of Kishore! Grabbing her mangalsutra, I yanked it from Jhanvi’s neck, causing it to snap! Jhanvi gasped as I threw it onto the ground, “What are you… Ahh…” She protested, “That was my… Ahh… mangalsutra! Suraj…” Jhanvi gasped as I silenced her protests by kissing her, my cock thrusting into her pussy as my tongue entered her mouth!

I broke the kiss and looked into her eyes as I fucked her hard, “I don’t care! Fuck Kishore! You belong to me!”

I didn’t care, and apparently, neither did Jhanvi, as she meekly accepted that I had thrown her precious mangalsutra to the ground. She moaned and gasped as she wrapped her arms around my neck, “Oh fuck… Suraj… What’s gotten into you… Ahh… You are so fucking… Ahhh… Ahh… Hot!” she moaned, but I stifled her again with a long kiss.

“Beg for it…” I ordered her as I broke the kiss a minute later, “Beg me to cum in you… Beg me to cum inside my brother’s wife’s pussy!”

“Cum in me, Suraj… Ahh… Fill my pussy with your cum… I want it… I want you to cum in me…Cum in your Bhabhi…”

I groaned as my balls tightened up, my cock hammering into her pussy as Jhanvi moaned, her arms wrapped around my neck, and her eyes fixed on me. This was it; I was going to cum and fill my brother’s wife up!

“Fuck… Jhanvi… you are so hot… I want to make you mine! Oh fuck… Here I cum!” I groaned as I exploded inside her!

“I’m already yours, Suraj… Ahh… Cum in me… I love your cock so much!” Jhanvi gasped as she came as well!

I groaned as I filled my brother’s wife up with my cum, my cock pumping her full of my warm seed as her pussy milked my cock for all I was worth! We continued kissing as we both rode out our orgasms, my cock continuing to twitch inside Jhanvi as I pumped her full of my cum!

I groaned as I finally finished cumming, and my sister-in-law unwrapped her legs from around me as I pulled my cock out of her pussy and set her down on the floor. I stumbled back, my legs shaky after that incredible fuck!

Without saying a word, I crashed back onto the couch. I was exhausted, yes, but also embarrassed at my behaviour now that I had calmed down after the sex. I had fucked Jhanvi too hard, and I was afraid she wouldn’t forgive me!

I avoided looking up at her, but moments later, I felt Jhanvi straddle me, and I opened my eyes to see my brother’s slutty wife smiling naughtily, “That was amazing…” Jhanvi grinned as she kissed me.

“I’m sorry, Jhanvi… I didn’t mean to be that rough…” I muttered as I looked at her, relieved she wasn’t mad.

Jhanvi giggled and then winked, “Suraj… I may be a sweet Bhabhi in front of others, but I’m a slut for your cock! You can fuck me any way you like! I fucking loved it! It was so hot… I came harder today than I ever have before!”

I grinned at her words and then hugged her, “I love you, Jhanvi! I love you so much!” I whispered as I held her.

She giggled and kissed me again, “I love you too…”

I grinned as I looked at her until she suddenly realized something and got off my lap quickly. I looked up at her questioningly, and she responded by smacking me playfully on the back of my head. “Oww… I thought you weren’t mad at me! What was that for?”

“I said that I love being fucked by you. But I don’t want us to fool around when everyone is downstairs waiting ünye escort for us!” she muttered irritably as she put on her clothes and adjusted her makeup. “Now, don’t be any late; Didi and I need to leave soon, and everyone is probably wondering what is taking us so long!”

I grinned and nodded as I watched her dress up. “Jhanvi…” I called out as she finished putting on her salwar kurta.

“Hmmm…” she replied as she turned to look at me.

“You really do love me a lot! Right?” I smiled as she blushed at me.

She bit her lip and walked up to me, leaning down to kiss me again before replying, “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but you keep asking me things you already know! So let me repeat myself again! I love you, too. I can’t wait for you to get rid of Kishore and make Didi and me your wives! I love having sex with you all the time! I’ll always be your slut!” she ruffled my hair playfully, “There! I hope that covers everything you wanted to hear!”

With that, she straightened up and grinned naughtily before opening the door and stepping out, closing the door behind her! Oh God, I loved her so much!

I stepped on something as I turned around to head to the bathroom for a quick shower. Looking down, I found Jhanvi’s mangalsutra that I had snapped off, lying on the floor! I grinned and picked it up.

‘Better brother, indeed! Both your wife AND your lover are already my sluts, Kishore! Game on, asshole!’ I thought to myself as I threw it in the dustbin before heading into the shower.

I winced a little in pain as the warm water ran over the half-healed knife wound on my back. I needed to be better next time if I was in a similar situation. I couldn’t risk the ones I loved by being weak. Although to be fair, I was fighting four against one with armed thugs…

‘Four-Against-One’—something Kishore had said last night flashed in my mind. Four Against One! Kishore had mentioned that he knew there were four attackers, but no one except Nora and I knew that.

I frowned as I soaped up my body. There was no way Kishore should have known that. Unless… he was involved!

I rinsed off and returned to my room, my mind working furiously as I changed. It made sense! Someone had to guide the goons to my location on the beach at the resort. Ravi wasn’t there, and when I thought about it, I had told Kishore about going for a walk that evening (I had left out the part that Nora would be secretly joining me, though).

‘No… no… you’re being paranoid!’ I told myself as I finished dressing up, ‘Kishore may hate me, but he is my brother!’

***

(Context: Rakhi is an Indian festival for brothers and sisters. Typically, sisters tie a thread, called a Rakhi, on their brother’s wrist, and the brother promises to protect his sister. It’s a major festival and symbolizes a special bond between brother and sister. The brother usually rewards his sister with a gift of her choice in exchange for the Rakhi.)

An hour later, I was downstairs waiting in the living room for Tara to come down and tie Kishore and me our Rakhis. Dad and Nora were also there, along with Ravi, who had dropped by to meet Kishore. Pooja Didi and Jhanvi were in the kitchen, helping fix lunch before heading out. They would visit their cousin brother on the other side of town to tie his Rakhi.

“I hope you looked into those rumours we’ve heard from the market, Kishore! The company stock price is up by 10%, but nothing has fundamentally changed in our business. Something is up!” my Dad asked Kishore as we sat on the living room couch.

Even though my Dad was forced to stay at home due to his health, he was a seasoned businessman, and he knew there was something fishy about the stock price’s volatile behaviour the past week.

“I’m sure, Dad. There’s nothing odd going on. It’s just that the market might be reacting to rumours that we are launching a new product line next quarter.” Kishore muttered as he read the newspaper, pointedly avoiding looking at Dad.

I have known that expression since I was a kid. My elder brother knew something which he wanted to hide from Dad.

“That’s not what I’ve been hearing. Some large investors have been purchasing a lot. You know that we’re the market leader, but with the news of my health, some competitors might be trying to make a hostile takeover bid! It has happened before,” Dad replied sternly.

Kishore grimaced and put the paper down as he looked at Ravi for support.

“Don’t worry, sir. The stock price is at an all-time high, and the Kapoor family owns 45% of the shares. Even if any of our largest competitors, let’s say Oberoi Group, tries something like this, they will need to raise 100 Crore from the market, and that’s just not possible for them.” Ravi added smugly, “And with the interest rates where they are, it would be suicide for any company to do a leveraged buyout in this market!”

Dad wasn’t convinced but nodded at the words of his son and chief of staff. urfa escort Sitting on Dad’s other side, Nora said nothing but glanced at me when she heard Ravi mention the Oberoi Group. Ravi had guts; I’ll give him that, mentioning the Oberoi Group so casually when he was plotting with Rohan Oberoi to take our family down!

The discussion would have continued had it not been for Jhanvi and Pooja Didi, who walked out of the kitchen. Both looked gorgeous in their traditional Salwar kurtas. I noted that Jhanvi wasn’t wearing her Mangalsutra, which was now in my dustbin.

“So we’ve prepared lunch for you guys. We may return quite late in the evening. Raja Bhaiya’s house is quite far away, and we haven’t visited him in a while. I hope that’s ok, Babuji.” Pooja Didi asked my father.

She was Dad’s favourite, and he nodded happily, “Of course, Pooja beta! But it seems that most of us will not be at home this afternoon! Ravi and Kishore told me they must leave for a meeting, and Nora is taking me to my weekly therapy sessions!”

“Yes, Pooja. Sorry I didn’t tell you. We’re just waiting for Tara to come down and finish Rakhi Puja, and then Kishore and I are leaving for the day.” Ravi added with a smile.

Before she could reply, though, Tara’s voice rang out from the top of the stairs: “Sorry, guys! I know everyone’s waiting, but it took forever for me to figure out how to wear this saree!” she apologized.

Everyone’s eyes widened as my sister reached the bottom of the stairs! My elder sister, who for several years now had made it a point to dress in the sluttiest outfits available, was now wearing a traditional yellow Saree!

You would think that changing out from sexy crop tops and booty shorts into a saree would have toned Tara’s sexiness down, but you would be mistaken! If anything, she looked like a sex bomb in her saree, the yellow fabric doing nothing to hide her voluptuous figure!

Her big tits were straining against her tight yellow sleeveless blouse, showing off generous cleavage while the saree draped over her curves perfectly. She had made sure to wear the saree low on her waist, emphasizing her slim waist and finally, her thin pallu fell loosely over her left shoulder!

She looked absolutely stunning, and while I was ogling at her sexy figure, the others were equally shocked at her change to traditional attire.

“Tara beta… That’s a lovely saree! I don’t remember seeing you wearing a saree for a long time!” Dad exclaimed.

“Well, it’s the first time in years that both my brothers will be at home, and I wanted to do something special! It was kind of hard putting this on, but I think I pulled it off nicely!” she grinned as she twirled for us!

“You look beautiful, sis! I’ve been telling you to dress like this for years, but you’ve never listened!” Kishore laughed as she stuck her tongue out at my elder brother.

“Yeah, Tara, it looks great on you. Where did you buy this one?” Jhanvi asked her, and they began discussing sarees.

While they were chatting, I was finding it difficult to look away from her big tits and her luscious red lips! Tara caught me staring and smirked as she winked! The cheeky slut was enjoying my reaction to her!

“Can we please proceed with Rakhi Puja? We’re running late for the meeting!” Ravi interrupted the conversation, and we all settled down around the table.

Kishore went first and smiled wide as she tied Rakhi to his hand. Kishore and Tara were always pretty close. In fact, she was his favourite, and he used to pamper her all the time. As I saw them joking around, I realized that they had probably gotten even closer during the years I was gone.

“Well, what did you get me as a gift?” she teased my elder brother as she finished tying the Rakhi.

He patted her head playfully before pulling out a black velvet box from his pocket and placing it in front of her. Everyone was curious now as she opened the box to see a large keychain.

“Wow… Thanks, I guess…” She muttered sarcastically as she picked it up and inspected it, “You bought me a keychain for Rakhi… really?”

Kishore laughed and picked up the keychain. “Well, I thought it would go quite well with your new car keys!” he replied.

Tara’s eyes widened as she looked at Kishore, “Really? You bought me a car!” she exclaimed! Kishore nodded, and my sister squealed as she hugged my elder brother!

“Oh my God, Bhaiya! Where is it?” she replied excitedly as she craned her neck and looked towards the main door, expecting the car to be on the driveway.

“It’s getting delivered this afternoon. I didn’t want to ruin the surprise by risking you seeing it before I gifted it!” Kishore replied with a grin.

“Aww, Bhaiya! I love you so much!” Tara smiled as she hugged my elder brother tightly and gave him a peck on his cheek.

“Only the best for my favourite sister!” Kishore replied, glancing at me with a smug grin. He knew full well that I was pretty much broke without access to the accounts and hadn’t gotten anything that extravagant for her.

I rolled my eyes but didn’t say anything. I just waited for Tara to finish the Puja ritual for Kishore and then waited expectantly for her to come and tie my Rakhi. However, I soon noticed just one Rakhi, which she had tied to Kishore.

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It was probably a terrible thing to do, but I was much younger then, which is the only reason that I would commit this sordid act to paper. Most of the characters in this story are no longer with us and I think the others might just marvel at how it all came to be or thinking “Why didn’t I think of that?” I’m about to describe a scheme that allowed me to take advantage of a family member in the worst imaginable manner and purely to satisfy my own craven lust.

I wanted to fuck her and this would be the best possibility. We were always close but certainly not in that sexual way. Recently, we’d been spending more time together and sharing little intimacies, and I was sure that I was gaining her trust. That would make it so much easier to seduce her and finally to have sex with her.

My name is Martin. At the time I was 22 years-old and unremarkable in most ways. Standing 6’1″ and a chunky 190 pounds, I had light brown hair and brown eyes. Essentially, I would blend into any crowd and in a lineup, I would be the guy that everyone had seen, all over the place. But my grandmother Evelyn was dramatically different. She was brought-up in a different age and had a Patrician “air” about her. She was raised and educated around “old money,” however most of that cash was squandered long before she reached adulthood. We have an established family name that is posted on buildings and avenues, that’s why I won’t mention it.

This was a different age, far removed from today’s hectic pace. An era of “Free-love” and first sending men into space. Before the concept of cellphones and when you needed to get off your ass to change the channel on the TV. And when terrible assassinations practically bookended the decade and shattered our blissful lives. There was a style and class to this chapter of America that ended with tie-dyed shirts and bell bottom pants. Wealth was still aspired to but became much less ostentatious. The family-first mentality was transitioning to a me-first ethos. Stars were no longer exotic or “bombshell-types” and younger women wanted the androgynous, a-sexual, amorphous look of Twiggy and others. Glamour was staging its last stand.

Evie learned proper etiquette and style while it still mattered, but she was not snooty enough to let it deter her from having fun. As an older woman in her mid-60s she continued to dress and entertain with a certain flamboyance, taking parts of her staid past and always injecting the most modern touches, just to stimulate or antagonize her peers and the younger folks in the family. She wore her platinum-blonde hair in a full display of weaves, bobs or cascading down her back, to fit whatever mood that she was in. Her accessories were as likely to be “mood rings” and bangles dangling from her ears, as the pearls at her throat or diamonds from her many past suiters.

She had what was called a statuesque figure. In her bare feet, which occurred whenever she kicked her heels to the side, signaling to everyone that “Grandma was ready to relax,” she stood about 5’10” -tall for the time- and her 130-pound frame was dominated by her 36-inch bust and long, shapely legs. Both of which were often captured in period photos from the beach or in “High-Society.” She had a sassy combination of a runway model’s elegance with the boldness of Mae West.

Those tits of hers, caught my eye early because women her age didn’t wear low-cut tops or prance around the house braless with impressionable people sneaking sideways glances and using those illicit visions for masturbation material. She had the classic 36-23-36 measurements that shifted slightly with the years, but when draped and dressed correctly, was still the ideal for young men of any age. For her fiftieth birthday, she got a tattoo of the “lips and tongue” icon, made famous by a rock band, just above her left breast. When I could see that symbol clearly, I knew that Grandma was wearing an outfit that the rest of the family might view as obscene. I liked it!

I was not the only grandchild, and family photos often featured a herd of kids surrounding her. But I was the one who, starting from a young age, ran errands for her and sat to hear her stories and asked about the trinkets and the fashions of the past ages, so naturally became her favorite. She knew fantastic people and was a member of the jet-set class. She could regale me with insider stories of the rise and fall of so many “Big-Name characters.” I enjoyed spending time with her and she was teaching more than I could ever get in school.

Growing up, she lived in a gaudy suite on Fifth Avenue and I was always anxious to help her with little chores just to see the rich trappings, but before I could drive, she had downsized to a far-less swanky apartment near our suburban neighborhood with fewer gilded touches but much easier maintenance for a single senior citizen. Still, I would always be there if furniture needed moved or leaves raked, and she entertained me with stories about galas or upper-crust weddings tuzla escort that she remembered from her childhood and would occasionally fill me with bawdy stories of “Speakeasies” and clandestine affairs featuring film stars and moguls.

In my eighteenth year she also introduced me to Martinis and Marijuana while watching “16mm blue movies” and looking at naughty postcards from the age. There was never any concern about corruption because I was a serious student with few bad habits but to Evie’s view, “A little decadence is good for the soul.” Later visits brought Jell-o Shots and “Deepthroat.” As the drinks flowed and the laughter increased, she would often joke that “You’re too young and I’m too old, to be doing this but ‘boy’ if we ever got together, hold-on to your socks!”

Evie emphasized that only bold people advanced in rough times. Scared or timid people were like attendants at filling stations, watching the cars go by. And when opportunity presented itself, the clock began ticking. take a chance or get trampled. One of her favorite sayings was, “You don’t get poor by taking.” But she often cautioned me about knowing the difference between boldness and rashness. “Use the talents that you have but be ready to justify your actions,” She always advised.

She spoke with unerring majesty in elegant settings but when informal gatherings or just with me, she could sling swear words with the gusto of a stevedore. If drinking or laughing and her guard was down, she had a raspy, throaty timbre to her voice that allowed me to envision whore-house madams that she used to tell me about. With a twinkle in her electric-blue orbs, she could slice someone to ribbons without them catching the sarcasm in her voice. And she had a habit of leaning into me to whisper naughty details, while pressing her bodacious bosom into me and gripping my thigh with the painted nails of her searching digits.

Her tales of “The Roaring Twenties,” or of “The Great Depression” and the pre- and post-war years filled me with a certain nostalgia and of having missed-out in times that really set this country on its upward trajectory. Unlike any grandmother I have ever seen or heard of, Evie would drop a remark about some low-level lounge singer from the 40’s and then mention with a winsome charm that he was “Hung like a bull.” “Honey,” she stage-whispered as if I weren’t the only person in the room, “They were always attracted to these,” and she would shake her prodigious front porch,” watching my naive eyes pinball back and forth, “but they had to get past this,” and she would point to her head. She always taught me something that the history books left out and there was always a moral lesson to be learned. She made things exciting but she never sugar-coated the bad points. “I spread my legs for a few of them, just for the fun of it,” she cackled in her trademarked husky laugh, “But most of them, once it got down to it, were just scared little boys playing at a game beyond their talents.” Then she would finger the jewelry that adorned her ears, neck or fingers. And announce her primary warning. “The losers always had to pay the price.”

It was about that time, that I started noticing her figure and understanding in a crude and incestuous fashion, that she was much more than just my grandmother living with memories of the past, there was still a wild woman with a nice body aching to revisit her youth. A youth that was constrained with the puritan morality of the age but with whispered indiscretions that hinted at a “Flapper-Age” mentality encroaching on a “Bobby-Soxer” era. I was graduating college by the time most of this story took place. There was a gleam in her cool blue eyes when she felt that she was letting me in on timeless secrets or in exercising her former ability to dominate someone with a word or a look. I remember when she instructed me to meet a certain VP of a bank for an interview, she recommended that I mention her name, and she then intoned, “If that doesn’t open doors, ask him to call me and I can share some stories about his old man.”

There would be evenings when I would drive her to a reception and I could imagine her looking regal in the chauffer-driven sedans she often mentioned, she would look sharp and sexy in a sequined sheath, slit up one side and her bounteous decolletage dripping with jewels. She would toss her blonde hair and flash that killer smile. The fiery gemstones sparkled from her wrists and neck. Then an almost bare leg would appear from the car and her wrap would slide down her shoulder, revealing a hint of that generous bustline that triggered so many lusty thoughts. Every gentleman and wanna-be diplomat would rush to offer an arm or clear the path. She always turned heads and caught every eye. This was a sixty year-old woman that the shallow ingenues could only hope to become. I could just imagine her in her youth. She maintained the same brassy attitude but was no longer confined üçyol escort by convention. She once told me that when she was young she had “fuck you money,” those were the days she said, when her name alone, “got her in.” She didn’t regret that those days ended, only that she got old.

And at her home on hot days, we would sit on the balcony, me in cut-off jeans and a tank-top, trying desperately to hide the bulging erection that had become a near-constant companion to our private get-togethers. Her in slinky hip-hugging shorts and the sheerest of blouses, often with her nipples poking through as we drank spiked lemonade and she fanned her ample bosom. Sweat would soak our clothes and skin, making her tops almost transparent. She seemed to like me watching her when she would slide an ice cube between her generous cleavage to cool her down. We both wore dark lenses which hid our roving eyes but the twitching mouths and raised brows, revealed the leering ogles that couldn’t be denied.

These days started a trend of her wearing conspicuously less clothing. Not many sixty-year-old women could fill-out a bikini the way she did, and she did it just for me. I don’t mean literally, but I was the sole audience, when others happened by, she scrambled to cover her sensuous anatomy with a cloth robe or ducked inside to put-on clothes. She was winding down her social appearances and she even toned-down her outfits infront of family. The men missed the deep cleavage and the women were always fascinated with her accessories but she had been pressed for years to “act her age” and the crowd got what they wished for, they hadn’t realized what they would be missing. But I felt special. She knew that some members of our clan thought that she was a bit ditzy or an embarrassment. And it hurt her deeply. But to me, she didn’t try to disguise who she was. Evie was also a natural born tease and always enjoyed the attention that it brought. Now though, except for my amusement she was stepping on the brakes. It was time to appear a bit more mature.

On any of those occasions, I often asked why she never remarried or let some of those distinguished men squire her around. She would bark in that husky, whiskey laugh and say that the love of her life died before I was born and for me never to forget, that having money doesn’t buy class. She would admit once in a while, that she missed having sex. And that “her kitten” as she called it, still demanded attention. Intimating to me in the most obvious manner, that the same thoughts that I had after watching the dirty movies, often lingered in her mind when she crawled into bed, too.

When I suggested that some older escort might be able to help her with that feeling, she answered that “Some old goat loaded-up on Viagra and looking to make a name for himself or a young pretty-boy stud wanting another pelt as a trophy,” would only ruin her reputation and cause a scandal to the family name. Then she arched her brows and exclaimed with a hardy laugh, “Besides, one glimpse of these babies and they’d faint dead away.” And she jiggled her firm breasts and licked her lips like a seductress. She raised her eyebrow and gave my body a quick thorough inspection, then said that if there were more like me, maybe she could “drop her drawers and let some fresh air in.” We both would smile, but I for one, considered the possibilities. “’till then, I’ll stick to my magic wand,” her pet-name for the variable-speed vibrator she so proudly spoke of. Most of the family assumed she was being silly or being crazy. I knew better.

As the years wore on and Evie hit retirement age without ever having had a job, she did slow down. Her public engagements were limited to ribbon-cuttings or political functions where the family name still held sway. The family believed she had finally decided to quit shocking them with her bawdy language and dredged-up stories with illicit ties to the underworld or bordellos. She respected her place in society and was growing much more demure in public. Nowadays, her entertaining was reserved to family dinners and holiday gatherings, where for most of the night, she was the most gracious of hostesses and set the standard for decorum. She usually let the other ladies do the cooking, but in her own kitchen she would hustle people out or use them as waiters and prepare most of the food herself. Later in the evenings after the youngsters and the fogies departed, she would slip-off her heels and unzip or loosen the ties on her tight bodice and her guests would put their feet up and have that third drink, then more reminiscences would begin. To some, this was a chore or an obligation. For me, it was furthering my education.

The men would get that wistful look, like they wished that they’d had youth and money like in Grandma’s day. The women would feign their “Tsk-tsks” as she described scenes of debauchery and orgies that even “modern” women had to frown at. My mother in particular, hated when ulus escort Evie discussed sex, she often warned me to keep my distance from her but not lose contact. Though Grandma’s money was mostly depleted and we never had any, her name still carried weight in business circles and my mother was desperate to enter society. My father just drank her rare scotch and shook his head like she was a “crazy old bat” and wanted nothing more to do with her. She really was trying her best to appear more matronly and to be the respected matriarch of the family. Lower heels and looser gowns became more common.

It was soon after my twenty-first birthday that sexual innuendos and flirty behavior (atleast between us,) really started to flow. Since she, as she put it, “wasn’t gettin’ any,” she wanted to hear about my dating histories and any sexual conquests. She also said that as a birthday gift, she entered me in her will with a generous concession. Our evenings together; after I’d re-painted something or hauled something else, would end with me taking a shower while she cooked us dinner, then we would sit on the couch and talk about sex.

Evie would enquire if I had many dates or a steady girlfriend, and what kind of women I was attracted to. I was not a virgin, infact I’d gotten lucky a few times but I was developing a fetish towards older women. And one in particular. I was constantly thinking that I wanted my grandmother to suck my cock and then I wanted to fuck her. Ofcourse, I never came-out and declared that, but I wonder just how secretive I was being.

This was the first time that I actually considered a plan to carry-out my deviant, incestuous design. I told her “innocently” that younger women weren’t exciting enough to really hold my attention. I felt like they had nothing to offer me or to teach me concerning sex. Ofcourse, I was lying and I wasn’t sure but that she could see right through me. Though she did drop little bon mots about using my tongue for more than talking, and to make certain that the woman was satisfied and then she would feel obligated to return the favor. But the sexual conversation, mixed with the occasional adult beverage, became steamier and raunchy.

One night after settling on the couch in a darkened room, we were watching porn and sipping drinks. It often seemed like a date, (I knew that I was nervous.)

The videos were never used to instigate sex but served as a form of ice-breaker or background, to keep the conversation and tone of the evening heading in that general direction. She casually mentioned that most couples just don’t know what they want or are afraid to actually admit to their base desires. She also remarked that if people could be more open, without being bothered by religious ethics or some prudish moral code, sex in any position with a consenting adult would be freer and easily accessible.

I listened carefully to her sage words and tried to discern any hidden meaning. The temperature in the room always seemed to rise and a sexual trepidation lingered in the heavy air. We always sat close, sometimes whispering for no reason, other times to allow hesitant fingers to strum on bare thighs while emphasizing a point or to subconsciously feel the heat from the other when the steamy scenes reached their climax. There would often reach a point in our own dynamic when something big was about to take place. She drained her glass and smiled at me in a curious manner. Then she said that it was time for bed. I perked-up instantly but she apparently didn’t mean me. As she walked me to the door her hand gently tapped my engorged cock through my pants, and she winked, ” You should learn the awesome power of this thing, and you’ll be amazed how far it will take you.” I gulped hard with my heart in my throat, not knowing what the next move should be.

Evie opened the door and I chastely kissed her cheek. A lewd thought raced through my head and my palms grew sweaty. She smiled sadly and withdrew. I faced a huge hurdle but now was the time to jump. “Only the bold…,” echoed in my brain. When she turned to go in, I swatted her on the butt, making more of a noise than I anticipated, and said “Thanks for the advice.” She instantly whipped around with her 100-watt smile and said in that sultry tone, “Anytime.” But her perceptive gaze saw right through me. Though I made a bold move, I was just a scared little boy. She stifled a theatrical yawn and said that it was late. Then she closed the door and I left.

At home, I laid awake and plotted my course, wondering what exactly I had learned. Maybe I was wrong all along but my guts told me that she was teasing me and tempting me, to see how far I would go, and this last interlude was a signal for me to make a move. But I failed miserably. I replayed the last ten minutes in my head and finally discovered all of the clever comments and smooth moves I could have used to prolong the moment and to capture my prey. Her big tits were aching to be squeezed. She had a look on her face, pleading to be taken. And she needed me to seduce her just enough to fall into my arms. My cock was standing straight and throbbing with pent-up desire. I could make this happen. There was one more step. Now, do I risk my family and my future plus possibly the best friend I ever had?

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Chapter 9: Sister.

Cedric walked silently down the Library corridors. It was empty at night, and he looked around, the books in his bag tending to fall out. In the other hand, he held his cane. It was strictly forbidden to take books from the Library, but who needed rules when the fate of the whole world was at stake.

He walked out into the main hallway; the Exarchy’s seat was empty for some reason. The path was open, but Cedric moved the other way. He walked around the Exarchy table and approached a big notch in the wall. There used to be a door.

A torch illuminated the downward slope, the steps leading far underground.

“I’m sure the creature came from here.” There were noticeable dents and claw marks on the walls.

“Are you lost?” A voice from behind made him stir. It was the new Exarchy Cindy.

“Me? No, no, I just…”

“Just trying to find out Library secrets?” Cindy said calmly.

Cedric moved to leave the castle. “Good night.”

“That girl that was with you that night was my sister, Prince Cedric.” Exarchy took a place at her desk.

He did not answer, only hurried towards the exit.

===

Seraphina brushed her hair, staring mesmerized in the candlelight. Elowen’s tent was more cramped than Cedric’s, but she felt safe here.

“What am I even thinking? Safe from who? From my own son?” She covered face with her hands, holding back tears. “Why did I do this? How could I? I pleasured my own son.”

She hadn’t forgotten Cedric’s words. When he was about to release his seed he said. “I’ll do it for my Mum.”

She pulled her dress down, running a finger over a tiny wound close to the nipple, the mark of his lustful touch. The wound hadn’t quite healed yet.

Seraphina smiled, remembering how small he’d been after birth, and how he’d touched her breast to get to the milk. She was so happy.

And now he’s a grown man with desires and needs.

“Mum?” Cedric stepped cautiously inside.

Seraphina covered her boobs and wiped her damp eyes. “Yes, sweetheart? Did you want something?”

“Can I come inside? I didn’t see you in the library today.”

“Sorry, I just needed some time alone,” she said, brushing her hair.

“Are you planning to sleep with Elowen again tonight?” He sat down beside her on the bed. “Do you want to talk about what happened between us?”

“I don’t… No, actually. I guess we should talk. “She set the comb aside and turned in her chair to face him.

“Let me guess,” he sighed. “You changed your mind about getting married?”

Seraphina took his hand. “I just can’t understand why this is necessary. How does our marriage stop the Eclipse? Did you think about it? I know you want to be a hero, dear, and play the husband role. I’m so proud of you for that. But, you know, I’m your Mother. I’m not supposed to be your wife. And your father…”

“You love Dad too much,” Cedric interrupted her.

“No, I mean… But, well, yes. I won’t follow the prophecy unless I really have to. I mean, you wouldn’t want to marry your Mum and be my husband either, right? Why am I even trying to persuade you here, huh?”

“Yeah, yeah, right. You’re my Mum. It’s awful to be married to own mother.” He stood up and his hand slipped from her hold. “When are you going back to my tent though?”

“I’m okay here for now. Elowen needs me now. She’s lonely and… Are you sure you’re not mad at me for my refusal, dear?”

He hid his hands behind the back, clenching his fist. “Of course not, Mum. I love you more than anything and I respect your decision. Good night.” He hurried out of the tent.

“I love you… too.” She said but he was already out. “Well, that was kind of awkward. Did I say something wrong?”

Cedric punched a grass. She was still too loyal to Dad and too in love with him. This is another problem that stands in a way of their potential relationship.

“I can’t just erase 20 and more years of their marriage life together. Maybe it’s just time to accept that it’s over. She’s his wife, not mine. She’s my Mum.”

He was about to enter his tent when he noticed Elowen sitting nearby. His sister with a cute giggle was silently playing with a caterpillar on her fingers. Elowen playing with a caterpillar?

That was weird.

But despite her seeming cheerfulness, her eyes were watery and there was a fresh cut under her left eyelid.

“Maybe I should go over and ask her what’s wrong? Yeah, right. She’d call me a mama’s boy again and just run away. Like she always does. I don’t care.”

===

Cedric sat with his back to the tent’s entrance, leafing through stolen books by candlelight. He spread some books in front of him so that if someone entered the tent, they could only see the prince’s back.

The other half of the stack he hid under the bed.

He flipped through ‘Spirits and Kings.’ Seraphina cried when she discovered that one of the pages had been torn out. Now, he wanted to cry too.

She chose his father over him and meanwhile, he had no idea what the spirits wanted.

Cedric started turhal escort reading about one of his ancestors, Anthragon, 8th descendant, a great lover of women. Cedric’s heart hammered harder.

“I would trade all the girls in the world just for my mother.”

His heart beat frantically now as he recalled her gentle touch in the forest, and Mum’s big lush bosom. Damn, she’s so good. It still felt unreal.

Until a couple of months ago, he hadn’t even thought about the fact that his mother was also a woman, and a very stunning one. He was disgusted when he looked at her ass the day before they escaped the castle.

And now Seraphina occupied all his thoughts.

He angrily slammed another book shut, tossing it aside.

“None of this matters if the world ends. What did the spirit mean when it said about deals with mother and sister? There is no prophecy about my sister. There is nothing! I am not smart enough for your riddles! Why didn’t it just say where to look for answers on how to stop the Eclipse!”

Flipping through another large tome he suddenly stopped on a page. It was a page with the Eclipsian Dynasty family tree.

The tree started straight from the great Alaric, founder of Empire, and ended with Cedric and his sister. The ink on his name still seemed fresh, not dried out.

His attention was drawn back to the dark stains on some of the names. They were perhaps even fresher than the ink with his and Elowen’s name. Ink made it impossible to make out one of his ancestors.

The 18 descendants were separated by dark lines–four black lines that divided them into groups of six each.

First line. 1 descendant.

Second line. 6 descendant.

Third line. 12 descendant.

Fourth line. 18 descendant.

He closed the book in anger. “I’m tired.” Thoughts about his mother stirred his male gut, so he drifted off to sleep.

===

Soldiers were training, campfires flickered, and sentries were roaming the valley. Another new day was beginning at Lord Blunder’s camp. Another day waiting for the unknown.

Cedric met this morning outside his big tent, leaning on a cane. He looked tired, with dark bags under his eyes. As he observed, Seraphina walked towards the forest. “She didn’t even say good morning. Now, she often goes to the forest instead of the library. I guess she’s too afraid of me.”

He couldn’t take his eyes off two beautiful and firm curves of her ass. The halves moved in rhythm with her fast and confident strides. Fatigue prevented him from realizing that someone might notice his gaze.

“I should just let it go. She’ll never let me…” But before he could finish the thought, Eligh slapped his shoulder with a stick.

“Keep your eyes up, soldier. Did you left your sword in the tent again?”

===

Cedric was catching his breath after training. His sore shoulder throbbed. A white raven circled above.

“I don’t understand what you want from me.”

“Me?” Eligh loomed over him. “I want you to stop thinking too much. Your problem is that you think when you’re in a fight. Just let it flow and let your body fight. See you tomorrow, kiddo.”

“Whatever.” Cedric sighed and unintentionally eavesdropped on a conversation. Elowen stood outside Blunder’s tent, but Riley blocked her.

“I want to see the Lord. He should know that I can be useful. Let me inside! Don’t I have any rights in this awful camp?” she protested.

“Blunder has asked not to be disturbed, Princess. He can only see the prince, queen, and the generals.”

“Oh, yes, I’ve noticed how often our mother visits his tent. They must be close, don’t you think? Or maybe you’re a little jealous of me and Lord?”

“Jealous?

“Your cold stare might impress other girls, but it doesn’t impress me. I’m sorry, dear, but you’re not my type.” Elowen took a step forward, and suddenly Riley grabbed her hood and threw Elowen into the dirt.

Elowen fell painfully, staining her face and clothes. Her hair covered her face as she tried to hide her tears.

“No one wants you in this camp, princess,” Riley said, placing his hands behind his back.

“Hey!!!” Cedric stood up and moved to the scene, raising his fist directly toward Riley’s face. Strange, he’d never done that before. The sudden anger forced him to act. His fist clenched in pain, and Riley jerked back a little, blood spurting from his lip. He didn’t speak but unsheathed his sword, aiming it at Cedric.

The prince did the same, raising his moon sword.

“Touch my sister again – I’ll kill you.”

Riley, with a bloody lip and an angry look, did something Cedric didn’t expect. He actually attacked, swinging his sword. The prince parried the first blow, stepping back. Riley continued the onslaught of sharp attacks, he moved skillfully.

Cedric wasn’t a match. He fought back, trying to save his life. Cedric counterattacked, shoving Riley in the chest. He barely steadied himself and flung his dagger straight at Cedric. The prince recoiled, but part of the blade grazed his cheek, tuşba escort leaving a tiny cut. Blood rushed, and he wiped the cheek, preparing for another attack.

“Enough!” Eligh appeared just in time, knocking the sword out of Riley’s hands and grabbing him by his suit. “You could have killed him!”

“So what? You can’t tell me what to do, old man.” Riley shoved Eligh aside.

“Perhaps I should tell Lord Blunder that you’re not loyal to our mission. You’re not loyal to the prince.”

“You have no idea how loyal I am…” Riley went inside the tent.

Cedric returned his sword to its scabbard and walked over to his sister. She was still lying in the dirt unable to gather strength to get up.

“It’s okay, Elowen.” He reached out to help his sister. Cedric wrapped his arm around her cute slender waist and gently lifted her, wiping away the tears that streaked her beautiful face. Using a handkerchief, he wiped her cheeks.

“Cedric,” she whispered. His sister looked so vulnerable at that moment. He brushed the dirty curls away from her cute face. He wanted so badly to comfort her, to make her feel better, and to keep her safe. “I’m here for you. Let’s go, I’ll walk you to your tent. Everything will be okay.”

“Don’t… I… Just leave me alone,” she pushed at his chest. “Don’t fucking touch me! I hate you, Cedric. I’m a nobody here and it’s all because of you! I just want to die.”

She sobbed, covered in mud, and hurried back to her tent.

Cedric wiped the blood from his cheek as Eligh approached.

“Go, find your mother. Blunder is calling an emergency council again to discuss something important. Get some fresh air,” the old man said, patting him on the back.

===

“Who does he think he is?” Cedric waved his cane in the air. “No one dares to treat my sister like that. Even if she calls me an idiot, even if she calls me a mama’s boy and… and… other insults!”

He pictured her scared face again and heard her softly say his name.

“I love Elowen anyway.”

Suddenly, he heard splashing and moved closer, hiding behind a random tree.

Seraphina dipped into the river. Water always helped her calm down and regain herself. Her dress, necklace and underwear were left lying in the grass. She wiped her breasts with water, squeezing nipples.

“Mmmm… Arik. It’s been so long.” She ran her hand between her legs but then pulled it out in disappointment. “I haven’t felt you inside in months, because of your damned Eclipse, Arik, I think I’m starting to molest our own son. And also talking to myself. What’s wrong with me?”

She shook her wet hair, rubbing her eyes. Her hands glided over her wet, incredible mother’s body.

Cedric swallowed, watching her. “She’s so stunning. I would also steal her from this godforsaken place if I was Dad.”

He made a clumsy mistake, and his cane accidentally stepped on a twig.

Seraphina covered her boobs and looked straight in his direction.

“CEDRIC!?”

“I’m sorry, Mum. I’m so sorry!” He turned away, blushing. “You were gone for a long time, and I… I got worried. Blunder is gathering everyone in his tent again. I’d better go back to the camp.”

“Wait,” Seraphina rolled her eyes. “Since you’re already here, hand me my clothes and help me get up.”

He awkwardly approached. The water was just below ground level. Without looking at her, he extended his hand. She took it, and he helped her up.

But Cedric didn’t release her from his arms; his hands rested on Mum’s waist as she stood up. His fingers held onto her soft, tender skin. He lowered his gaze — her boobs were right in front of him. Hard drenched pink nipples were just a few inches down.

“Cedric, let me go,” she looked at him wearily.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m sorry. Just another second. Wow. Mum, you are so beatif…” He didn’t want to let her go, but he had to when she grabbed his hand and tightly squeezed his index finger, almost breaking it.

“Ughhhh, Mum!!!”

“Do you remember I mentioned that I can do a thing or two as well? The priestesses taught us a bit of fighting, and your father also taught me to stand up for myself. Now, move.” She lightly pushed his chest, and he had to step back, wincing as he rubbed his finger.

She lifted her clothes and put on underwear, necklace, then draped a dress over wet body.

“It’s okay, I forgive you. I’m not mad at you for taking glances, hiding behind a tree without my consent… Men. Your dad liked to peek, too. You probably inherited it from him.”

“Oh gosh, is she talking about Dad again?” He picked up his walking cane from the ground. Finger’s still sore.

She continued, “That’s how we met actually. I used to go to the river, and one day he was peeking at me. Can you imagine? At first, I was mad, but he was so charming. I couldn’t resist; men were rare here. That same evening, after we met, we spent night together, and that’s when we realized that I can’t stay here. We wanted to be together forever, until one of us dies.” She touched her belly. tüyap escort “Sorry, you probably don’t want to hear that. I miss your Dad so much.”

Сedric rolled his eyes, his cheeks were still flashed.

“But still. Don’t you ever spy on me again! Never!”

She sounded so much like Elowen now.

“Your father was lucky with me, but another girl is unlikely to appreciate it. Let’s go.”

===

His gaze constantly wanted to fall on Mum’s stunning legs. It was so hard to look in a different direction. Cedric sat alongside his mother on council meeting at Blunder’s tent.

“New Exarchy doesn’t seem too happy about us being here,” said Blunder.

“Why should she be? We are jeopardizing her people and the virginity of her sisters,” said Seraphina.

“We are here protecting her valley! She should be happy we are here keep her ass safe,” said tough General Rosco.

“Yes, protecting the valley from the danger we brought here,” Seraphina now looked angry and Cedric placed his hand on her leg. Her skin felt incredibly soft. She gave him a slightly disapproving look from the corner of her eye but didn’t say anything. She just gently took his hand off her leg.

“Let’s talk about why I called you here today. The King.”

“The King?” Seraphina almost jumped from her chair.

“King Arik sent an army here. Colonel Tilidus leading them.”

“Tilidus? But Tilidus is at war with Solarion. The king is sending him only when he wants someone dead!” Rosco stood up from his chair.

“That is why I have gathered you here.”

“Is the king going to war against us? But, my lord, didn’t you say he wouldn’t? I don’t want to fight Tilidus’ troops,” one of the young captains asked.

“Me neither.”

“Arik would never send his men against you for war, Lord Blunder,” interjected Seraphina. “I know my husband. You and your domain are part of his Eclipsian Empire. He would never… Cedric, tell them.”

“Maybe we wouldn’t have to run away from home if he was the way you think he is, Mum,” said Cedric.

Blunder stared pensively into the void. “I didn’t know it could come to this. I’ve considered Arik my friend for so many years, and now he’s sending Tilidus.”

“Lord Blunder, I understand my husband better than anyone here. I believe his army is headed for negotiations or…or… something else. He would never…”

“For negotiations? Just listen to yourself, Queen. Maybe your son is right. Maybe you were mistaken in him, just like I was. The desire to control the power of the Eclipse has blinded our King. I would like to believe your words, but there’s too much responsibility lying on my shoulders. We’ll wait until you and Cedric finish your search. You lead this council, Prince.”

“Me? Am I now the head of the council, among other things?” Cedric looked at all captains and generals gathered here. Bald Conrad still hadn’t returned and was absent today.

He locked eyes with Seraphina. She looked so stunning.

“I guess you expect me to act older than I am, but I’m still not a hero or the chosen one you think I am. You’re expecting miracles from me, but I know nothing. I don’t have time for a council, I’m busy with my search.”

“I don’t think anyone else can step in for you, Prince.”

“Well, actually there’s someone who can.”

===

He smiled as he sat in front of his books, remembering their faces — how they freaked out when he appointed Elowen as the new head of the council. He really didn’t have time for councils, with the Cosmic Eclipse approaching.

He looked at his family tree again. Four lines. Near each line was a black round. What does it mean?

“That’s the Eclipses. That’s what it means. It’s happened four times. And now it’s gonna happen on my watch. The fourth black line is the upcoming Cosmic Eclipse. But if the last Eclipse happened under the 12th descendant, over a hundred years ago, why don’t we have any records of that day?”

He turned the sheet. Weird, but he didn’t do that before. There was an inscription in gold letters.

“18th and 19th. When the night meets the dawn – one will stand, one will fall”

“Right. Another riddle,” he said.

Someone suddenly entered the tent. Cedric jerked, hiding the books under the bed. “Who’s there?”

“Are you jerking off?” asked Elowen. “Disgusting.”

“No, no. I didn’t. Look!” He stood up, showing her his hands. “My pants are on.”

“Whatever. I don’t care. I just hope you weren’t thinking about our Mum!”

“I told you. I wasn’t jerking off!”

She gave him a slight smile; her cut was almost gone, but she still hid it behind her hair. Elowen nervously played with her fingers.

“Don’t you want to tell me where you got that cut from?” He tried to brush dark locks of hair away, but she pushed his hand away.

“Do not dare touch me!!!”

“Alright, alright. Sorry.”

“I fell, okay?” She sighed. “Fine, I didn’t fall. I came back to the library a few days ago. You know, to help you and Mum with your search, but they told me my visits were over. I had exceeded my limit or some bullshit like that. And, well, you know me. I got angry and then I… got hit. One of them just hit me in the face. That’s it. That’s the story. But don’t you dare to tell anyone! It’s our secret. My public version is that I wounded while fighting the evil Cult.”

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After his initial treatment to boost his masculine qualities, Eric was scheduled to return to the clinic every 2 weeks for follow-up. Every day, he looked in the mirror for a more chiseled jaw and tested out for a deeper voice, but found neither. He knew he had to be patient, but so far the only thing he felt was a strange sensation in his lower abdomen. At the first 2 week check in, Dr. Andrews reminded him not to expect sudden changes. The important thing was that there were no serious negative effects.

Eric’s son Josh was making the most of being 18 and on summer break before college. He was life-guarding at the community pool during the day, going out with friends at night, and keeping up with his own swim routine in their backyard pool.

One Saturday afternoon, about three weeks after his first treatment, Eric heard his son shouting for a towel from the pool. About once a week Josh forgot to grab one before diving in, and he knew he’d get a lecture if he came in dripping wet. Eric sighed and grabbed a towel and met Josh as he emerged from the pool.

Seeing Josh’s wet body in his tight speedo, Eric nearly lost his breath. He had seen his son like this hundreds of times, so why was he suddenly a deer in the headlights? From the playful mop of head on his hair, to his killer smile, and defined abs with just the faintest hint of blonde body hair, Josh’s tan body glimmered in the sun as a tingly heat raced through Eric’s body.

“Dad, the towel?”

Eric suddenly snapped back to reality and realized he had a white knuckle grip on the bright yellow towel in his hands. He handed it over to Josh, and wondered what came over him. Was this a reaction to the treatment? Was his body just overly confused? It seemed to have passed so Eric shrugged it off.

Two days later, Eric was doing Josh’s laundry when he found by-now-typical jerk-off socks cleverly hidden, folded up in a t-shirt. Eric rolled his eyes before suddenly being overcome by another flash of heat. Before he knew it, the scent of his son’s cum was filling his nose as he inhaled the socks deeply to his face. But a moment later, he recoiled in horror at what he had done and dropped them into the machine, trying to forget what he had just done.

That night, Josh had gone out and Eric decided to polish off a bottle of wine in the fridge while watching something new on streaming. The show he turned to had a surprisingly racy plot and between the rampant sex scenes and several glasses of wine in him, Eric hastily retreated to his bedroom and laptop. He browsed a few porn sites until he found something to really get him going: a gangbang scene with 10 guys with at least 8″ cocks pounding one petite “college coed.” As Eric stroked his disappointingly-still-5″ cock, he closed his eyes and let his fantasies run wild. But instead of being one of the tunalı escort chiseled men thrusting away, he was that girl taking 10 big dicks. He opened his eyes in confusion.

Although he often enjoyed this kind of porn, he never imagined himself as the one getting fucked. Not the least of which by a guy. But even his ass seemed intrigued by the idea, quivering and seeming… empty and hungry. Remembering that his ex-wife had left their pegging supplies behind, he rummaged in the back of the closet for the dusty box. He hadn’t touched the stuff since she left so many years ago, but as he opened the dusty box he could not stop himself from admiring the several phalluses it contained. Eric took one of them back to his bed and slowly teased his hole before inching it inside.

Despite having taken the silicone cock inside him several times before, this time felt different. It was no longer just an enjoyable sensation, but instead a desperate need to be filled. Eric increased his insertion speed until he was fucking himself with nearly manic energy. His cock bounced rock hard before exploding on his chest without even being touched. As he came down from the best orgasm he had in… forever?… Eric knew something was different. And not just because he was still rock hard with an 8″ dildo in his ass.

A text notification went off, Josh was on his way home, so Eric hurried to shower and put away the toy, though this time it went into the drawer next to the bed not a box in the closet.

Eric was dressed and downstairs just as Josh walked in the door. Eric could tell something was wrong immediately, but since Josh seemed uninteresting in talking, Eric did not push and instead offered him some ice cream and movie time. Josh turned on the TV and it came to life, resuming the sex scene from the show Eric had paused to go take care of his needs in the bedroom. Josh turned to Eric with a smirk on his face while Eric turned several shades of red.

Eric ran to grab the remote but Josh held it tight and teased him: “but dad, I want to see how it ends!” As Josh got up to play keep-away with the remote Eric played along and tried to grab the remote, but Josh was too quick. Then Eric tripped over the shoes Josh left on the floor and took both of them down on top of each other on the couch. Eric felt a flash of heat so intense he thought he surely would burn the various points of contact where father and son skin’s touched on their arms, legs, and cheeks. Eric, without thinking, took a big inhale of his son’s teenage scent, smelling the hint of chlorine from the pool and so much more. Realizing what he had done, Eric jumped up in shame, while Josh looked at him confusedly and said “oh do I stink?” and sniffed his armpits.

As Josh went to go shower, Eric drank several glasses of ice tunceli escort cold water and tried to control himself. He told himself it was clearly the treatment working and Dr. Andrews had said his body could respond in all kinds of confusing ways with the new hormonal changes and this clearly was just part of it. In fact, Eric decided to look at it as a positive thing showing he had progressed and the treatment to increase his masculinity was working. He would tell Dr. Andrews proudly. Dr. Andrews with the big biceps and uncommonly handsome smile. Who looked like he could pick up two Erics with ease and throw them on the bed and fuck them like an animal.

Eric felt two things at that moment: a rock hard erection in his pants and the strange quivering in his ass. As he quickly made his way to his room, he saw the bathroom door open with Josh’s dirty clothes and wet towel laying on the floor. Without even thinking he grabbed Josh’s boxer shorts and ran into his bedroom, closed the door, stripped down and jerked his cock while rubbing his teenage son’s boxers all over his face, inhaling deeply, as his second load of the day painted his chest. Before he even had time to come down fully, he heard a knock at the door.

“Dad can I come in?”

Eric scrambled to wipe his load off himself with his discarded clothes and dove under the covers to hide his nakedness.

“Sure Josh”

His son walked in and their eyes both met Josh’s dirty boxers on the floor in between the bed and the door.

“Umm… are those mine?”

Eric tried to keep a panicked look off his face and come up with an explanation.

“Yes, Josh, you see… I was… walking by the bathroom and I… thought I saw some blood on them. So, I took them to my room to check if I was seeing things. Because I was worried. You seemed off when you came home.”

Josh thought for a second and seemed to buy this slightly ridiculous story.

“Yes, I had a rough night with Tommy and John and that’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Of course, what happened?”

Josh sat on the bed next to Eric and took a deep breath.

“Well, I know you’re friends with John’s mom so maybe it’s weird for me to tell you, but she caught John’s dad having an affair.”

If Josh expected a surprised reaction, Eric could not provide one. John’s dad William was a notorious flirt and the only shocking thing was it took Diane this long to catch on. The man took so many “work trips” you’d think he was a travel agent. Did she really think accountant conventions happened in Puerto Vallarta?

“I’m sorry son, that must have been a shock to hear.”

“Well, I mean, I guess it sorta makes sense since his dad wasn’t there usually when I would stay over for dinner. But the bad news is his mom is leaving his dad and taking John turgutlu escort to live across the country to be close to her family.”

“Oh Josh, that’s so crappy. I’m sorry. I know you and John have been friends since 3rd grade.”

“I can’t believe it’s really happening.”

“Well it’s not goodbye forever. You’re going to the same college together this fall!”

“Thanks dad, I do appreciate that, but it won’t be the same not having him here for our last summer of freedom.”

“I know. How did Tommy react?” Eric asked cautiously, knowing Tommy tended to treat everything as a joke – or opportunity for a joke.

“Errr… yeah… so that’s when things got worse. Tommy said that with her tits, John’s mom would find him a new dad in no time. And that really upset John so I told Tommy to knock it off and he told me I was just jealous because… well… because….”

“Because why?”

“Tommy said because I had a dad who was more mother than father. He made some… not nice jokes about you that upset me.”

Eric turned away with shame, ashamed that his son had to hear that and ashamed at his own behavior over the years. For so long, he had sat with the stay at home moms at swim meets, volunteered with moms at school, and generally been the lone male among a crowd of women, he never really thought it would be remarkable.

“Dad, dad I’m sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you. I shouldn’t have told you.”

Eric looked back with a weak smile, “no, it’s fine. I’m a grown-up and I can handle these things.”

Josh changed from sitting to laying down and got closer to Eric. Not quite cuddling, but offering a comfortable nearness.

“So what happened after that?”

“I told Tommy to cut it out and John also told Tommy he was out of bounds. Then John and Tommy started arguing. And I started arguing with Tommy. And eventually we all just left pissed off at each other and I drove a really long way home to try and clear my mind. But I’m still angry and upset.”

“Well I think it was pretty upsetting news and I know Tommy is bad at processing bad news so his reaction was not bound to be good. I think you boys are not upset at each other really, you’re upset with John moving away and you’re being teenager boys deflecting that sadness and turning into something else.”

“Didn’t realize you were a psychologist dad,” Josh replied with a small nudge of his knee.

“I’m a man of many talents Josh. Feeling any better?”

“A little,” Josh said as he slowly got up from the bed before leaning back down. “Dad are you… okay? You seem different somehow. A different energy than usual.”

“Umm… I’m okay. Just was very busy while you were out earlier today so I think I’m tired.”

“Yeah I saw what was on TV, I bet I know what you were busy with” Josh teased his dad.

“Okay, punk, why don’t you go grab your iPad and we can compare viewing habits.”

Josh turned crimson red and got up to go to bed, swooping down to pick up his underwear. Eric could not help noticing there was a mostly-dried drop of his cum on the fringe. He hoped Josh did not noticed. Or maybe he did…

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Author’s Notes: As is usual to state on Literotica, in case it is not clear enough from the story itself, all characters participating in sexual acts occurring in this story are at least 18 years of age.

***

2123 year. The Parliament of the World Alliance is going to pass a law equating public blowjob to a natural social act, that is, making it something like a handshake.

***

When I woke up, I remembered that today was Sunday and, in principle, I could lie in bed until noon. I was about to close my eyes again and fall into oblivion, but I felt someone’s small hands shaking my sides. Having closed one eye, I discovered that it was my little sister Anya. Despite the fact that she was already eighteen, she had an almost child-like physique, with the exception of her breasts – she had them just right, hardly smaller than mine. But Anechka’s height is only one hundred and sixty centimeters, her hands, feet, naive face – everything is very cute and doll-like. Sometimes I caught myself thinking that my sister excited not only the boys at school, but also me, but I diligently discarded such fantasies so as not to complicate family relationships.

However, now Anya only caused me irritation. Gasping, I pushed my sister away and covered myself with a blanket.

– Just let me sleep, you scoundrel, today is Sunday!

– Paul, you forgot along the way! Today is the hearing in the World Parliament! Exactly the same! They specially moved it to the weekend so that more people could watch it!

The dream vanished as if by chance. For the last few months, at school, on the street, on TV and on the Internet, there has been nothing but talk about the new law. The Law on Public Health of Citizens, or, as it is popularly called, the “Minary Amendment.” Discussions about this have been going on in the parliament of the World Alliance for a long time, but in the last six months it has become clear that the law will be adopted one way or another. The first reading, preliminary, was voted on two months ago, but today is a completely different matter. With new changes from the Feminist Union, the document took on a completely different meaning – now it not only allowed, but even obliged girls to kneel at the first request and take a penis in their mouth. The Feminist Union was the largest faction in parliament and this law was their favorite child. Three of the four other factions did not object to the first version of the law, but now they are strongly opposed – these are the Lesbian Party, the Democratic Bloc and Men’s Solidarity. But there was a complete League of Spermbacks, which almost for the first time in its history agreed with the Feminist Union on something. However, the League was the smallest faction and was considered marginal.

My sister and I quickly washed ourselves and went downstairs – mom, dad and our twenty-year-old brother Tim were already gathered around the TV. Gladys Jordan, head of the Feminist Union faction, spoke.

— One of the main concerns regarding the new version of the law is the consideration that not all girls want to give a blowjob to the first person they meet. But let’s go from the other side – imagine that absolutely everyone wants this. Public morality has been telling us for hundreds of years that this is not so. For hundreds of years, girls were forced to follow stupid clothing restrictions, they were even forbidden to vote in elections and have their own opinions! Now this is not the case, but there remains one, the most important prohibition – the manifestation of one’s sexual feelings.

“But no one forced girls to vote in elections!” This was not obligatory specifically for girls; if attending elections became a duty, then it was assigned to boys as well! “It’s an absolutely incorrect comparison,” said Mitch Black, head of the Democratic Bloc.

“Mitch, look, we’re dealing with a much more sensitive topic here. For hundreds of years, girls who refused a blow job to anyone were subject to public censure. They were stigmatized by society, they were branded cheap, prostitutes, nipples. It’s disgusting! If now we give up and make blowjob a right and not a duty of a girl, then those who choose the blowjob path may become outcasts! They will be considered depraved and depraved, and public blowjobs will never become the new norm! This cannot be allowed!

– On the one hand, I understand you. “If everyone is a whore, then no one is a whore,” the bearded leader of Men’s Solidarity, Bernie Botts, rose from his seat. – But what about freedom of choice? We, Men’s Solidarity, represent the interests of fathers of daughters, too! How will it feel for them to realize that their daughter… to everyone they meet… – tears welled up in the man’s eyes.

“Your sense of ownership is speaking again,” Jordan said softly. – In the last convocation, you and I were in a coalition. And we agreed that the interests of every member of society should be respected, unless this harms society itself. Fathers of daughters are, of course, an important part of society. But, firstly, not all of them share your point toroslar escort of view, and secondly, let’s not forget that they themselves will be able to freely use their girls’ mouths! Moreover, if a daughter lives in the same house with her parents, then fathers will have the most opportunities to do this every day and many times!

“I can hardly imagine that this can console anyone!” Real cannibalism! Botts said.

“Well, technically, swallowing sperm is really cannibalism,” Gladys smiled. Botts was horrified by this comparison, but did not object. But the League of Spermobaks enthusiastically banged their elbows on the chairs – such metaphors were a blast for them.

– Let me ask one more question – what about cunnilingus? Why is it that in our new edition blowjob is mandatory, but cunnilingus is not? – Mitch Black still didn’t let up.

– Oh, this is the simplest question. The fact is that our task is to destroy the old norms powerfully and clearly so that it reaches everyone. The obligatory cunnilingus will distract from the main thing – normalizing the girl’s desire to suck! Roughly speaking, once a boy and a girl meet, they won’t know where to start. If both are necessary, then what should we do? Will it turn out that cunnilingus will become a more normal interaction than blowjob? Will it turn out that girls who choose blowjob instead of cunnilingus will again become outcasts in society? And so on – we return to the previous consideration that I outlined to you.

— At the very beginning you said “let’s imagine that absolutely everyone wants this.” But this is not so and you know it very well! – the charming Elizabeth Thaler rose from her seat – a cutie with pigtails, on whom half the men of parliament were drooling. But Liz was faithful to her two partners and never even gave the guys a chance. With the new law, everything was about to change.

– I understand what you mean. Modern research proves that about 10 percent of the population are adherents of same-sex love. And we understand and share your hobbies. But we also tend to believe that in many ways lesbians are a construct imposed by patriarchy. Lesbians allowed males to feel their exclusivity; it was no coincidence that lesbian porn was so popular among them. In fact, bisexual girls found themselves in the dirty clutches of sperm tanks, which literally pushed them into each other’s arms to enjoy this spectacle. Remember – how long ago did you have sex with your partners without using penis substitutes – strap-ons, dildos, vibrators, etc.?

Elizabeth blushed. Her naive, ruddy face touched almost everyone sitting in the hall, except, perhaps, part of the League of Sperm Bucks.

– It doesn’t matter… It’s still wrong! Besides, we got 12 percent in the elections, not 10 percent!

– This is right. More precisely, this is the only solution that will not contribute to conflicts. As for the result, sympathetic boys also voted for you. And even part of the sperm tank electorate gave you their votes.

Ashamed, the main lesbian sat down. And Gladys continued her performance.

— 72% of voters voted for us. Moreover, only a little more than half of our voters are girls. For the Lesbian Party – 12%, as already mentioned, for Dembloc – 11%, Male Solidarity scored 3%, Sperm Tanks – 2%. We included in the election program an item on the adoption of this law, everyone knew about it and voted for us for this reason. So now we do not have any moral right, to please the wishes of the minority, to refuse the most radical option, the edition that will truly change everything. The new changes are aimed at doing just that. Our society, if the law is adopted in this form, will become healthier morally and mentally. Instant fulfillment of sexual desires minimizes conflicts and violence, this has been proven by numerous psychological studies. Blowjob will no longer be considered a sexual act, it will become a natural social action aimed at achieving a socially significant result. Special blowjob pillows have already been delivered to all supermarkets on the planet. For very young girls, who have barely turned eighteen, knee pads are provided. Our world is about to be transformed tonight. Let me remind you that voting will take place in 15 minutes. And, if it is successful, then after 8 hours all changes will take effect! I urge all factions to vote for!

“They need 75%,” said Anechka. – Where will they get another 1% if only the League is behind them?

– Well, perhaps there will be sympathizers in other factions. There are only a thousand representatives in parliament, which means that one percent is only ten people,” Tim said.

– Tim… And you yourself, how do you evaluate this law? – I blurted out, making my brother blush.

“Uh…” Tim clearly didn’t know what to say. – Well, Paul, if the law is passed, I will comply with it… Moreover, our whole family voted for feminists, and they are the main initiators… So… you understand.

– I understand… Tim… But then tell me, what is it like for you? Well, I mean… tosya escort – I made a vague movement with my hands towards my brother’s belt. Anya giggled, but mom interrupted our cheerful embarrassment.

– Yes, children! – she said. – If the law is passed, you will know it anyway. And you will show, and look, and you will do this constantly. So let’s not rush anywhere, voting is about to begin.

But before the vote, the last faction spoke, which had not yet been given the floor – the League of Spermobucks. Brandon Lee, the main fringe of parliament, literally put on a clown cap, posed for journalists in it, and then walked up to the podium.

– Well, feminists, you have finally shown your true colors – you are ordinary nipples, sluts, nothing more! In fact, after the elimination of all viral and bacterial infections on the planet, such an outcome was only a matter of time. It’s a pity that it took you half a century to do this. And you make this decision solely because of your admiration for us, sperm tanks. Now you will serve us on your knees around the clock, your lustful mouths will be constantly busy and you will not be able to object to our wonderful legislative initiatives. And the fact that you explain this with some of your own reasons – this only makes it easier for us. Get ready to swallow our giant shafts, girls! – and Lee winked first at feminists, and then at lesbians.

— Giant trunks? Don’t make me laugh! It will be impossible even to choke on your pods! And what about “on your knees around the clock” – is that enough for you at least twice in a row? – Gladys retorted. Ashamed, the main sperm tank sat down. However, their decision to vote for Gladys’s attack did not change in any way.

And so the procedure began. Since the law provided for changes to the World Constitution, there had to be at least three-quarters of votes in favor. That is, at least 750! Anechka and I watched with bated breath as the people’s representatives poked at the buttons. The numbers ran on the screen – 3, 2, 1… And then zero! Voting has been stopped. The result will be announced now. Without saying a word, Anya and I closed our eyes. I managed to notice how Tim and his father clenched their fists, rooting for such a long-awaited decision, and my mother licked her lips, looking out the window – a muscular guy lived there without children and a wife.

And then the screen exploded with applause. There were 761 votes in favor! In parliament they shouted and laughed, firecrackers exploded, sperm tanks joyfully and busily began to unzip their pants, however, they were immediately taken out of the hall, because the decision came into force only in eight hours. Anya and I rushed to hug Tim. Is it just me, or is there something tense in his lower abdomen?

– Girls, don’t forget that now you can wear a little more revealing clothes, and just before… a blowjob you are allowed to undress completely! But this is not necessary, you can suck while wearing clothes!

– Mom, can I now wear that skirt that you forbade me to wear? – Anya asked excitedly. I thought she meant that pink mini that looked less like a skirt and more like a wide belt.

– Certainly! – Mom smiled.

“But I also wanted to ask…” Anya continued. – Is it true that good girls swallow?

– Well, since it’s your first time with Polina, you don’t have to swallow for now, then, when you get used to the taste…

– No, I want to swallow it! – Anya stamped her foot.

– OK, try. Dad and Tim will probably like this… – I couldn’t help but stare at Anya’s cute little face, her small mouth and plump lips just aroused my imagination. For a second I imagined dad and Tim with their dicks at the ready in front of Anya, standing on her knees in front of them, and suddenly I realized that my lower tummy was becoming hot and sweet. Making an effort, I threw away the pretty pictures and became involved in my mother’s idea of ​​having a “blowjob barbecue” today.

The idea was that we would fry sausages on the lawn just like before, only now it would be Dad and Tim’s sausages. And they will fry in our mouths. There was still a lot of time before eight in the evening, so Anya and I helped my mother arrange the white plastic chairs and tables and had already started preparing snacks. Mom suggested that Anechka make more homemade lemonade to wash it down if she didn’t immediately like the taste. Anya set to work with enthusiasm, not forgetting to wag her butt to the delight of her dad, brother, me and the somewhat muscular neighbor who sometimes loomed in the window of the neighboring house. And she was still in her usual shorts, but what will happen when the little sister fulfills the threat and puts on a pink mini, which even when standing slightly revealed her panties? I suffocated from the pictures that my imagination offered. Fortunately, my mother suggested that Anya and I take a break and go to a neighbor’s house to invite him to a “barbecue.”

It turned out that the neighbor’s name was Mike and he flew to us from North America a couple trabzon escort of days ago – my mother found out this in conversations with other housewives on our street. Mommy gave us heated lasagna so as not to go to visit empty-handed and sent us off with parting words – not to return to today’s event without Mike’s consent. And so the two of us stood in front of the gray door. I stood on my tiptoes and pressed the bell button.

“Hello,” Anya squeaked. “This is for you,” and she handed her neighbor the still warm lasagna.

– Uh, thanks.

– We would like to invite you to join us today at eight! There will be a barbecue,” I said, blushing.

– Oh, I won’t refuse. Right on your lawn? – Mike clarified, smiling.

– Yeah. Only… This is not quite an ordinary barbecue,” said Anya. – Well, you understand what we’re talking about, right?

– Um, to be honest, no. But I’ll definitely come,” and Mike waved his hand to us, closing the door.

“This is a dialogue…” I grumbled. – Is he pretending, or has he really not heard anything about the new law?

Anya shrugged her shoulders and we walked towards the house. We helped my mother cook for a few more hours, and then I got on my phone to see how my friends and classmates reacted. The entire Internet was buzzing. Blowjob videos on social networks were still banned until eight o’clock, so practice and theory were discussed on bananas, cucumbers and other foods. Most of my friends were either completely delighted and jittery, or in a state of puppy joy. Interestingly, this applied to both boys and girls. Only a few guys were worried about how many finishes in a row they would be enough for, and a couple of girls were worried about deep throating, literally measuring their throats with a ruler.

And now the hour “X” has come. It was five minutes to eight, and Mike was already right there. He thanked his mother very warmly for the lasagna and himself brought us a whole box of sweets from the Himalayas. It turned out that he stayed there for seven months straight, climbing and collecting ethnographic materials. I thought that with such a schedule, he really could miss all the parliamentary sessions. The neighbor sat down at the table and began to devour my mother’s food, washing it down with plenty of lemonade. Anya pursed her lips, watching Mike finish the second jug – after all, she was preparing it for a very specific purpose!

And finally, dad and Tim said, without saying a word, “Eight o’clock exactly.” Anya and I looked at each other. The babe stood up from her seat and twirled around, showing off her extremely short skirt. Mike looked away from the lemonade and looked at the girl with round eyes. Mom, meanwhile, unbuttoned the top two buttons on her blouse and knelt in front of Tim.

“Mom…” he said hoarsely.

“Son,” our mother said and smiled, placing her hands on Tim’s knees.

Anya didn’t wait for Mike to drink all the lemonade. She simply took two steps forward, leaned over and kissed her neighbor directly on the lips, closing her eyes. He jumped up, trying to mumble something, but did not run away. Anya grabbed his ass with one hand, and with the other she resolutely pressed his fly down. The attractive pink penis jumped out for everyone to see, making the girl half of the “barbecue” gasp. Mom decided not to delay and also unbuttoned Tim’s pants. And I hugged dad while he freed his cyclops on his own. By the way, dad’s was the largest, however, the penises of Tim and the neighbor were hardly much inferior. Mom and Anya simultaneously kissed the trembling flesh of their partners – mom sucked the tip, and Anya barely touched the crimson head with her lovely lips.

Unlike mom and Anya, I decided not to jump right into it, but to tease dad a little. I lifted my T-shirt a little and, blushing, showed everyone my tits. My father stood numb, and then got up from his chair and, kneeling down, began to kiss my tummy. I ran my fingers through his hair, and then, giggling, I placed his heavy tits right on my father’s head. Dad squeezed my butt and rubbed his cheeks against my belly, like a big cat.

While we were caressing dad, Anya, her cheeks turning pink, carefully smacked her neighbor’s throbbing penis. Mike was breathing heavily and gently stroking Anya’s ears. And at this time mom was already taking in Tim’s penis with all her might, almost resting her nose on his groin. The delightful gagging sounds that my mother made at the same time gave me goosebumps. I decided that I’d stop shirking, moved away from dad and, kneeling in front of him, kissed my father on the lips for the first time. And then, sitting him down on a chair, she pulled down daddy’s pants more comfortably and kissed him again, but this time on his trembling and pulsating nature. An incredible feeling of excitement and excitement filled me from my heels to the back of my head – as if an electric current had passed through my body. The penis pushed elastically and softly into my mouth, I let it move a little, and then closed my lips, creating pressure. Dad moaned hoarsely, welcoming my actions. I tried to take it a little deeper, encountered a reflex, released a little flesh, and then began to twist my tongue around the shaft, drooling as much as possible. Daddy was moaning in a daze, when suddenly he couldn’t stand it, jerked and… my mouth began to fill with my father’s sperm!

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Disclaimer: please note the follow story, people and scenarios are fictional. All characters are also over 18 years old. This is just meant for fun.

PART 1: The discovery

I have always considered myself to be an open-minded individual, especially sexually.

“Try everything once, you never know what you might like.”

A motto I tried to live by.

Now as a 19 year old college male, I had only been with girls and had no complaints at all. I loved pussy and getting blowjobs, but over the past few months I had not been getting any.

“Mike”, I would remind myself constantly, “It’s time to get laid again. You haven’t had pussy in almost five months.”

Looking at porn every day and jerking off is not the same.

My dad, Jack Merrell, and I lived in the same house just a few minutes’ drive from my local community college. I decided to stay home as it was much cheaper while I finished my studies. My dad was happy with the arrangement and I could come and go as I please. He loved having me around the house.

I would later learn why.

My dad worked most days from home. His marketing company was doing well and he could monitor his clients and employees remotely, only going into the office once in a while. He never wanted to go back full time after the Covid-19 restrictions were lifted. He was a good looking, 48 year old man who looked well after himself. Full head of blonde hair and visited the gym three or four times a week.

His only flaw was that he had been single for most of my adult life. Ever since my mother left him for another man 11 years prior, he had never forgiven her. The pain it caused prevented him from getting into and staying in any meaningful relationship.

I knew he was also just a man with urges and horny as hell. On more than one occasion I arrived back home outside of my normal routine and overheard him masturbate to porn in his bedroom. I once found a pair of satin panties in his room and figured he had a lady over when I wasn’t around. I never said anything, men are men and he needed a release like everyone else. I knew the feeling well.

****

All this was about to change when I accidently discovered something about my dad on his laptop.

He was on a business call on the back porch. It was a Monday afternoon and I was bored. My plan was to see what movies were playing at the local theatre. His internet browser was open on the site for his client, but my eye caught the title for the tab next to it.

[Incest Forum – Your online…]

“What the fuck is he looking at?”, I thought and quickly clicked on it.

He was logged into his profile and was still busy writing a new post titled “I think I’m in love with my son – need advice”.

Just as I was about to read his message, I heard him finish off the call. In a panic I switched back to his client’s website, but I did notice his username: JackJack69

My heart was racing and I got up from the chair. He walked into the room a few seconds later as I was leaving.

“Oh, here you are. What are you plans for tonight son?” he asked.

“Probably just some studying and Xbox. Got a big test later this week.”

“I’ll tepebaşı escort be in my room for a few hours, need to hit the books” I replied.

I didn’t want to talk much; my heart was still racing in my chest from my discovery just seconds earlier.

“Don’t work too hard.”

Fuck the movies, this needed to be explored further.

****

I locked my bedroom door, started up my Mac and opened the browser.

A quick search for “incest forum” and I found what I was looking for. The site contained mostly text posts for fantasies, discussions and stories covering various categories of incest. Mom/son, brother/sister, dad/daughter etc.

My eye caught the red search icon in the top right corner and I quickly searched for ‘jackjack69’

There was only one result in the member’s section.

The profile picture was a closeup of a hand stroking a 7-inch hard cock with a little bit of cum running down it’s shaft.

It was my dad’s cock and I knew this for a fact! The hand stroking it had the same scar at the base of the thumb as my dad. He received the scar three years prior during a camping trip.

I could not keep my eyes off his rigid member. I had never seen it before and it was glorious. The shaft was pale with a few veins running up and down the length. It was topped by a circumcised reddish mushroom head. It was wet and glissend in the light. There was also a small bush of blonde pubic hair at the base and some tan lines from the shorts he always wore when gardening.

I never looked at my dad as a sexual creature, but in that instant I really, really loved what I saw. It felt like my heart was going to explode out of my chest and my own cock grew instantly between my legs.

Under his profile name was a small box.

Posts: 0 | Comments: 24

I clicked on it and got a list of all the comments he made to others. I read and re-read his words, the comments to fantasies and the odd dick pic. Clearly part of the reason he no longer dated women was because he now had sexual feelings for men. I would never have guessed it in a million years.

The internet is known for anonymity so I created a profile for myself: ‘Cali_Dreamz1967’

This would allow me to follow him and what he does on the platform.

Although I read all of his comments, he still hasn’t posted what he was busy writing on his laptop. I would have to wait patiently for him to finish.

In the meanwhile, I had to deal with another problem.

The situation between my legs.

My crotch was already wet with my own precum. I downloaded then copied the profile picture of him stroking his dick onto my phone, got on my bed and began pleasuring myself to it. I inspected every small detail of his cock. It really did not take long before a hot stream of spunk erupted from me, shot up and landed on my hand, arm and chest. It was so intense I arched my back and thrusted my hips upwards with pleasure. Biting my bottom lip to try and stay quiet.

This was hands down the best orgasm I ever had in my life. No pussy ever made me cum this hard!

I spend the rest of that afternoon in a haze.

****

At tercan escort about 11pm I was starving and went downstairs. Grabbed some leftover pizza from the fridge and noticed Dad still working on his laptop.

“Come on dad, it late and it’s Monday. Switch that damn thing off and go to bed!”

“I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Just sending the last few emails then I’m off to bed. Good night son. Sleep well.” he replied.

It felt somewhat strange looking at him now, knowing that earlier that afternoon I jerked myself off to a photo of his cock.

I got back to my room, closed the door and got in bed.

****

30 minutes later my phone beeped.

“You’ve got mail”

It was a notification from the site. JackJack69 had posted something new.

My hands were trembling with excitement, I could not open the email fast enough.

My dad or JackJack69, asked the community for feedback. He explained that ever since his wife left him, he became lonely and depressed inside. This went on for a few years. Only after his son finished high school did things begin to improve. He started looking at him differently.

During the summer his son always walked around the house shirtless and hardly ever wore underwear. He would notice the bulge in his pants, especially when he played basketball in the backyard.

This was all true. I liked “freeballing” it during the hot summer days.

He continued that after a few months of this he began to fall in love his son. Not parental love which he always had, but in a physical, sexual way. He started having fantasies and wet dreams and sometimes even spied on him while taking his morning showers.

We always kept the bathroom door open, unless someone took a shit. Just two straight guys living in the same house. Or that is what I thought.

He didn’t know what to do and how to deal with his feelings. Not only was incest illegal and morally wrong, he also did not want to risk ruining their relationship and lose the only person he truly cared for most in this world.

I actually started to feel bad for him.

In that moment I decided I would use the platform to learn more about his fantasies. Who knows, maybe I could make some of them happen.

I wanted to take things slow and see how things played out between us first, but based on my raging hardon I was already committed.

I came up with an idea, but it would have to wait until the morning.

****

The sun woke me up Tuesday morning and I looked at the clock next to my bed.

“7:13” flashed in red.

“Perfect” I thought.

I usually get up at 7:30, take a shower and have a quick breakfast before leaving for class at 8:30.

I waited until 8:15 in bed until I heard my dad opening the taps of the shower. He must have thought I already showered.

Now was the time to try out my plan.

I got undressed and walked towards where the noise was coming from, my semi hard cock swinging between my legs with each step. I could see his bare ass behind the steamed-up glass door.

Without notice I opened the door and got in under the water termal escort with him.

“Fuck Mike!”, he yelled out. “What the fuck are you doing in here?”

“Shit dad, I completely overslept and I’m late for class. I need to take a quick shower before I leave”, I replied in a made-up flustered voice while I closed the door behind me.

I gave him no option to change the situation.

“You could have waited for me to finish first before you…” he was busy protesting.

“No time, I’m so fucking late!”, I cut him off.

“You shower at the gym with other men every day, so I know you have done this before.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I’ll turn my back towards you old man.”, I jokingly added trying to put him at ease.

At first, he was reluctant, but as he didn’t have much of a choice, we stood back-to-back washing ourselves.

After a few minutes I could see from the corner of my eye in the reflection of the glass door next to me, he started to get comfortable with the situation. He had turned his body slightly and was now standing at a 90-degree angle behind to me, stealing little glances at my naked ass.

He was trying to hide a massive hardon, giving it tiny strokes without being too obvious.

This turned me on immensely so I decided to mess with him a bit.

Just then, I “accidently” dropped the bar of soap I was washing myself with on the floor.

I bend over to pick it up.

I wanted to make sure he didn’t miss this moment, so I fumbled the slippery bar around a few times so I could linger in this position a little longer. It felt amazing to present my wet asshole to him.

Remember, in his mind this was just an unexpected situation. A totally fucking random situation, but I also didn’t want to be too obvious.

“Fuck it man, I don’t have time for this shit!” I yelled out frustratingly and got up again leaving the soap on the wet floor.

“I’m clean enough.”

He had a clear view of my exposed anus and soapy balls dangling between my legs. My job here, for now, was done.

“Sorry again dad, got to get going. Enjoy your day.”

I got out carefully as to also hide my own hardon from him, grabbed one of the towels from the rail and walked out the bathroom wrapping the towel around my waist.

He did not say a word. I think he was still in shock from what he just witnessed.

I stopped just outside the bathroom door, leaning against the wall to catch my breath. This was a big risk and it paid off.

“Fuck it Mike, it actually worked! He didn’t expect a thing”, I congratulated myself.

I was still catching my breath against the wall when a minute or so later I started hearing soft moans coming from the steamy shower, followed by a much louder groan.

Then the words: “Oooooh Mike! Take it. Take all of it. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!”

He was clearly cumming, and cumming hard! Just like I had the day before.

In that very moment I was listening to my father as he was emptying his balls all over the shower floor, replaying the scenes from just a few minutes prior, over and over in his mind.

I smiled. My plan had worked and I loved every minute of it.

I wanted to rub one out myself so badly, but remembered I was by now actually really late for class. I quickly put on some clothes and ran out the door.

“You can rub one out at college Mike.”, I told myself.

“Don’t mess this up. Let’s have some fun with dad first!”

END: Part 1

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Mom is a tall, trim, beautiful Redhead. Some would call her skinny even but with her it was jealousy on those other womens’ part. Mom had been an actual model in her college days, sports related stuff mostly. She was most well recognized for her swimsuit shots though. She was pursuing a dual Bachelors in Communications and Journalism. She Graduated near the top of her class. She continued to model until meeting and eventually marrying my Dad. Dad is an above average looking guy and when they met, a guy on a major construction job at her apartment building in her Junior year. They dated and married after Mom graduated.

Mom continued to model until becoming pregnant with me, I’m Anthony or Tony. When I was a kid though the other kids started calling me Hat. This after someone realized my initials spelled H.A.T., Harold Athony Turley. Instead of fighting it I embraced it and had my parents start buying me different hats, mostly baseball caps. Some with weird sayings or pictures, some with just odd projections like horns and such.

But when I hit High School that changed as I had been working the last few years with my Dad at his construction jobs. I gained both height and size, all of it muscle. I had also been playing football in Junior High. But when that summer came I had a big growth spurt and gained six inches in height and all that muscle had someplace to grow. Before Junior year I had become Big Tony, not all relating to my height and bulk. More than once though, I was compared to Micheal Ohr from the movie. I’m friendly, a little shy with girls but still successful and a terror on the field. I was a Running back in the younger years but as I grew the coaches put me in as a defensive linesman where I excelled.

I am attending college on a partial football scholarship. The rest is picked up by my Dad as part of the divorce from Mom for me and my little sister. Not coincidentally, I’m attending University at where Mom went to school, tradition and honoring Mom. Like I said I’m Tony, or Big Tony if you insist. I’m a big guy now at 6’3″ tall and weight a mighty 285#, all muscle. That’s not to say I’m a big dumb jock. Mom made sure I applied myself to my studies all through High School and I graduated with a 3.45 GPA. Also like Mom I’m pursuing a career in Communications but on the sports broadcaster side when my football career ends. I am a walking information source on all things sports but mostly, you guessed it, Football.

Back to Mom and Dads’ divorce as that’s where this story begins. Like I said before, Mom is a beautiful woman. She is a tall woman at 5′ 10″ tall and very slim. She has a smallish bust with 32Bs but they perfectly fit her body type. After the two of us were born, both times, she hit the gym as often as possible to return to her original modeling days figure. The only exception I found out later is Moms’ hips were 32″ before but after having us were 34″ giving her a slightly pear shape but it looks fantastic with her 22″ waist above it. She could still be a model. She might weight 118#. She won’t let me see her weight, ‘it’s a lady’ thing she says with a grin when we play our game of my trying to see it whenever I see her on the scale.

Dad isn’t a small guy either. He is a tall guy at 6′ 1″ but much less stout or muscled then I am now. As a kid I thought he was huge but as I grew figured out he was big but just a regular guy. Dad let his physique go from a strapping 185# of construction worker muscle to a sorta flabby 220#. When he moved up some at the original company he was able to take on small projects on the side. Eventually, he started his own carpentry contracting business which grew into a full construction company in its own right. He has been very successful and made good money on every project with a great reputation for coming in on or under budget.

A few years before the divorce he had even had a new house built for us. A nice Three bedroom with a downstairs office. An in ground large size pool, ostensibly for everyone to stay in shape, everyone except him as it turns out. But we as a family had great times around that pool and the neighborhood ‘Garden parties’ that would cycle through the community. You see the neighborhood adults decided during the spring through fall to have semi-regular parties at one of the houses, each hosting at different times.

At one such party is when our family got broken. It was at a neighbors’ house that time. Mom had tried to use the downstairs bathroom and found it in use. She went upstairs to use the one in the Master bedroom. She thought she heard someone as she approached but found the door slightly open and no voices. She walked up to the door and looked in and saw two high-heeled feet bottoms up. She opened the door a little very quietly and was then shocked to see the neighborhood tramp slobbering on my Dads’ dick. She was, of course, outraged.

She had the presence of mind to whip out her cell phone and record just in time to hear Dad say, “Jesus Karen, you sure know how tirebolu escort to polish a knob. I always enjoyed these parties when you would hit me up and do this.”

Karen just keeps going with a, “Mmmfpft.”

A minute later Dad blows his load and as he is going off Mom pushes in and screams, “You bastard! How could you?!?!”

She looked down at Karen who had quit sucking at the wrong time and was splattered with my dads’ spew, all over her face and down the front of her faux silk blouse. Mom was still recording the whole time.

“You’ll be hearing from My divorce attorney on Monday Darrell, don’t come home. You no longer live there.” She ends the recording and leaves.

Dad was only allowed to come home to pack his clothes and get out later that week. I was tasked with ensuring Dad only got those things. At fifteen I was floored he could do this to my gorgeous and loving Mom. My sister cried for a week, she had always been Daddys’ little girl. While Mom doted on Me, her first born. We stayed with Mom and she got the house and cars. She got a small alimony until I finished school. Whereby she could handle taking care of just my little sister from then on. They split the furniture and as I said Dad had to pay for me and my sisters’ full rides through college.

After that the three of us just moved on without him. Sis and I continued on in school. I graduated two summers ago and am now going into my Sophomore year at the University. Sis will be a Senior. She is very much like our mother, smart, hard working, she has even better grades than I did. She is also gorgeous. A tall redhead like our mom at almost 5′ 8″ and the body of a goddess, or so my friends tell me, over and over. She is also into sports in a big way but chose a different path. In the fall she is a cheerleader but in the spring she swims, ‘Micheal Phelps look out.’ My sisters’ figure is a little more robust than moms’ but very similar. She has C cups to moms’ Bs and an even smaller 20″ waist and the 24″ hips. Everything well and truly toned from hours in the pool or doing gymnastics for cheerleading.

After Dad and Mom divorced, Mom refused to date, not trusting men because of Dads’ infidelity. She also went back to modeling part-time. Her full-time gig was and still is as an editor at a regional sports magazine. She makes good money and is satisfied with that. She enjoys the attention but not the come-ons from the photographers and other functionaries at the shoots. She has been a little lonely both my sister and I see but we try to keep her in our lives and activities as much as possible. She attended every home game while I was in High School and even a few away games. She supported my sister at all her meets. Dad also tried to support us at these events. After a while he tried to sit with mom at events and talk about us kids. But she would ignore him and if he didn’t get the hint she would move away from him. He would sit there sometimes or move the other way.

At the beginning of this seasons ‘Garden parties’, ones that Dad was no longer invited to, Mom had another shock. She found out the other reason I’m called Big Tony. Ironically, it happened in the same house and the same bathroom. Nearly the same woman too, but it was actually Karens’ slutty daughter Kim. She was a Jock bunny and would do anything for the school’s many Star jocks behind closed doors. Apparently, it worked out almost the same way too.

She had gone looking for an open bathroom and found Kim on her knees in front of me just like her mom had been five years prior. She even whipped out her phone to record but not knowing why initially. Kim was there going to town on my 10″ cock when Mom came upon the scene. Her hand flew to her mouth to cover a gasp. She told me later she just couldn’t look away. It was like when you come upon a car accident and can’t help but slow down and look.

Not long after she arrived Kim looked up at me and pulled off my cock and said, “I can’t decide whether I want you to blow your load down my throat and in my mouth or all over my face.”

“Don’t worry Kim, I got enough for both.” And she proceeds to suck the cum from my balls without another word.

In short order I actually painted her face after several large ropes down her throat and in her mouth like she asked for. Then I pulled out and covered her face and even some on her tits.

“That’s the other thing about a big cock Kim, they come with big balls too. And they are always full.”

To her astonishment Mom sees a small puddle under Kim, she immediately knows the girl came and squirted on the floor. She then stops the recording before moving away to find another bathroom.

During multiple times over the next week I would notice Mom looking at me. At first I didn’t realize she was actually looking at my crotch. During the summers we practically live around the pool, especially my sister ‘The Fish’. Both of them would wear flattering bikinis that of course I noticed, I wasn’t dead after all. We would tokat escort swim, tan and have BBQs regularly, me having taken over the grill mastery after Dads’ departure. In the third week of actual summer my sister went away for a two weeks to swim camp leaving me alone at home with mom.

The day after Sis left for camp Mom and I had been at the pool. We had both gone inside to rinse off and get dressed for dinner out. I was ready pretty quickly as guys are. I went to see how close Mom was to ready when I noticed she wasn’t in her bedroom. I didn’t hear water running in there, so I assumed she was finishing up. I stepped to the door that was open a decent amount. What I saw stunned me. Mom stood there in all her glory naked as the day she was born. Like her I just stared, like at that proverbial car crash.

Moms’ skin was flawless as far as I could see. Her breasts sat high and perky, like gravity didn’t exist, with half dollar size dark pink areolas and pert nipples that were hard. They sat above the flat tight plane of her abs which was smooth all the way to a small tuft of matching red hair above her cleanly shaven pussy. She was gorgeous and so sexy. She caught me looking with my mouth hanging open.

She grabs her towel quickly and covers herself while asking, “Do you need something Honey?”

Her voice snapped me out of my trance and I mumbled, “Just checking on how close to ready you are Mom.”

As she covered up she turned towards me and I noticed her butt is nice, rounded and the size of a pair of large cantaloupe.

I could help myself and just blurted out, “Jesus Mom, you’re gorgeous.”

“Thank you honey.” She replies blushing. “Now go downstairs and wait for me. I’ll only be about another 10 minutes or so.” I nodded dumbly and walked away.

As I walk away both my Mom and I notice a huge bulge in my cargo shorts. Mom smiles and I blush harder. ‘I hope Mom didn’t see this.’ I headed downstairs like directed and like a zombie ended up on the couch staring at the TV that was off. My brain wouldn’t let the view of my mothers naked body stop playing in my mind’s eye. After a couple minutes of that I shake the images off and flip on the TV to, of course, sports.

Mom meanwhile finishes getting cleaned up while thinking about what had just happened. She thinks, ‘My son got turned on looking at me.’ She felt a little tingle in her womanhood. ‘I guess it’s nice to know that I can appeal to both a younger man and those lecturous assholes at the shoots.’ She then realizes she isn’t disgusted by the thought of her own son looking at her and getting hard. ‘Well, he is a Man after all, a Big man.’ She thinks remembering the bathroom with that slut Kim. ‘I wonder if he knows how to use it for anything besides splattering sluts.’

She then looks at herself in the mirror and says out loud quietly. “Are you actually thinking about your son sexually?” She thinks briefly and replies, “Yes I am. It’s been a long time since I let a man touch me. I also know I could trust my son to not hurt me emotionally.” ‘And having that 10 inches of cock fill my unused cunt sounds wonderful.’

Mom smiles at herself in the mirror and decides to see if she can get him to think of doing more than looking at his Mom. She goes to her bureau and pulls out some sexy panties, putting them on. Then she moves to her closet and selects a lightweight summer sundress. One that shows a little of her unsupported cleavage and hugs her thin frame without being too tight. She looks in the mirror on the back of her bedroom door. She smiles at the demure yet sexy Mom staring back at her. She steps back into the bathroom and applies her minimal makeup with lipstick that will bring out her lips without being over the top. Satisfied, she grabs a small purse, moves what she needs from her everyday bag into her clutch and heads downstairs.

When Mom comes down the stairs I am watching Sportscenter. She tells me, “I’m ready to go Baby boy.” She has always called me that since I was about 5. She then says, “How do I look?”

I flip off the TV and go to set the remote down but end up dropping it on the floor as my fingers go numb looking at Mom. She stands there in a Yellow sundress with small flowers and I think bunnies. The effect is supernatural. She looks 15 years younger. If I didn’t know better she was trying to look like a girl my age and she looks damn close. While I stare Moms’ smile broadens knowing she has got him in the palm of her hand.

“I’ll take that stunned jaw on the floor as approval.” She tells me.

I just nodded, forcing my mouth closed.

“Then let’s go eat. This is kinda like a date huh. Just me and my big boy. All grown up.” She says with just a flick look at my crotch I don’t notice then.

“You drive Honey. The man should drive his date around.” She says holding out her car keys.

Pulling myself off the couch I get moving and take the keys gently from Mom. She takes my arm and we walk out like she said, a date. I lock the door and help mom topkapı escort into her car, a nice sleek BMW 5 series. I put the seat back further before climbing in and readjust to get comfortable. I adjust the mirror too and start the car letting it run a minute while putting on my seatbelt. I look over at Mom and she is already belted in and smiling at me.

“Let’s keep this fun, let’s go to Chili’s and get those fajita grilled things you love so much.”

I smile back knowing I will have every scrap of mine and about half of hers when she gets full and pushes it to me.

“Okay Mom.”

“Call me Madilyn or better yet Maddie tonight Tony, remember it’s a date with my big boy.”

Looking a little stunned again I replied, “Okay Mo.. I mean Maddie.” We pull out of the driveway and I drive us to our local Chili’s.

We walk in, arm-in-arm at Moms’ insistence saying, “Date remember.”

I nod and put out my arm for her and we walk inside. We approach the hostess and Mom lets me lead with a nod.

I say, “Table for two please.”

She looks at her chart and says, “I think I have one ready. Let me double check.”

The gal seems familiar but I don’t remember from where. She steps into the dining area and returns quickly saying, “Follow me please.”

She gives me a less than subtle up and down look, then heads to the table.

She says, “Right here folks for you and…”

“Oh this is my…”

“..date.” Maddie finishes with a smile.

The girl steps away nodding.

I help Mom sit down and move to sit opposite her but she stops me, “No sit here next to me, date remember.”

She has a small sly smile on her face.

“Yes Maddie.” I answer.

I take the requested seat and pick up my menu then set it right down already knowing what we planned to have just which protein was the question.

“So which platter are you having Maddie? I’m going for the steak of course.”

“Shrimp please. Would you mind ordering for us both too please? I really like a man who takes charge.”

She takes my hand and squeezes it before interlacing her small fingers with my sausages. I realize right away it feels really nice and I begin to calm a little.

“Of course Maddie. If that’s what you want. How about to drink?”

“I’m not driving, so a White wine please.” She replies with a bigger smile.

I smile back really enjoying seeing Mom this way, more fun-loving and free.

The waitress comes and she takes our full order, “Two fajita platters please one Shrimp for the lady and a Steak for me. A White wine again for the lady and a Coke and large water for me.”

The waitress smiles at getting everything in a clean, concise manner. She looks familiar too.

“I’ll bring those drinks right out, after I get your order in, folks.”

I nod thanks and look at Mom… Maddie, I need to keep reminding myself.

“How was that? Take charge enough Maddie?”

“Perfect.” She replies with a genuine smile that takes in her eyes as well.

We chat about our days and what I’m doing next term at school, almost like a real date.

She even tells me about her job and her being a model like it’s a real date and I don’t know these things. She especially plays up her modeling and says she most enjoys the bikini shoots.

“Except for the dirty old men hitting on her.” She mentions it casually. “They are not nearly as gentlemanly as you are.”

I grin at that and reply, “My mother would kill me if it ever got back to her I wasn’t. She raised me to be a good man.” We grin knowing that was very true.

Then she surprises me and pulls me over for a small kiss on the lips. The electricity is immediate, it feels like my scalp was electrified and my hair stood up on end.

She pulls back whispering, “Oh My.”

The waitress arrives with our drinks then and she smiles having seen the kiss as she walks up.

She says, “That looked very sweet. Your meals should be out shortly.” She walked away without us saying a thing as we continued to stare at each other.

“Mo… Maddie what are you doing?”

“Giving my date a peck on the lips. It was very nice, don’t you think so too?”

“Yeah, but…”

“You don’t like your date that much to kiss her?” She says, pouting a little.

“No, not that at all. It was… electric but we are…”

“… On a date right?” Maddie says.

“I’m sorry, yeah. This is a very nice date. I really do want to get to know you more.”

She lifts her wine and says, “To knowing each other, More.” Emphasizing the last.

“More.” I repeat not yet knowing where this might lead. I’m confused yet so excited.

Maddie continues to flirt subtly and I eventually pick up on that’s not my imagination and flirt right back. The flirting gets more overt over the food and after Maddie has a second glass of wine her cheeks flush slightly. I think it’s that wine but I hope maybe not. As predicted I polish off mine and the other half of hers. But while we are both eating we trade off bites a few times being silly and romantic I realize later. Maddie continues to play it up that this is a regular date and soon I feel it is too. As the date continues I soon notice Maddies’ nipples are hard and poking the inside of her dress. Now I realize she isn’t wearing a bra, not that she needs one at all.

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