Adult Story

Fantasy

Modern Mage – Chapter 3

This chapter is a little longer than the first 2, with a lot more explanation of what his world is and introduces some of the dangers the denizens of the world face. There is no sex in this one, it’s more character development. The primary point of this story is the morality of having power and how to use it. Please leave any constructive feedback or let me know what you think of the story. If you have anything you want to see PM me and if it fits in the tale I’ll see about including it.
After looking into my past and seeing nothing but the nature of time and entropy bringing me to Vegas I was able to settle my thoughts and focus on getting settled in. I began by pulling out my laptop and searching for a real estate agent to assist me in finding a new home for myself. After searching and finding a suitable agent I settled down to meditate and work on my next investments. I sat my computer on my lap with my hands on the keyboard. While investors are losing money in the current economy I was doing well by using my ability to look through time as well as to alter probability in small ways. I never tried to make large changes as there was a double backlash for doing so. The first backlash is very mundane; if I do to well I have authorities looking at me and my past. Mages like myself must not draw attention. There are men and monsters out there that would kill us for being what we are, as well as others that would want to use and control us. While this is important to avoid the other has to do with the nature of Magic itself. As I’ve stated before, the nature of reality is that for most of the world it’s consensual, where Mages can tap into Magick and alter the world at will. The problem is that the farther we push what people accept the worse the backlash. My friend and mentor Marcus had told me stories about backlashes where the mage had pushed things too far and had done so where Mortals could see. The backlash caused the mage to suffer painfully, some mages have even died. The worst backlash he had ever heard of was a mage that tried to bring Magick out into the open and it had shredded his connection to the Magick, he became nothing more than mortal who knew the monsters were out there. They also knew of him as he was abusive with his power against them, not hiding it and being careful. Rumors are told that he is now the mindless obedient lap dog of a Vampire somewhere.
Marcus’s first lessons to me were about what the Spheres of Magick were and how to sense all of them before teaching me to actively control any of them. Marcus told me that many mages each believed that one Sphere of Magick was superior to the others and focused their skills there, paying little attention to the others. His opinion was that they left themselves weak by blinding themselves to other areas of power. From the story I told him of my awakening, he said I had a natural talent for what he called Forces. Forces is the Sphere of Magick dealing with energy fields of all types. This meant everything from light and gravity to radiation and even kinetic energy. He taught me to sit and sense everything around me until I could feel the slightest manipulation he made of energy fields that surrounded us. That was how our training sessions went until I could sense each of the 9 Spheres of magic around me. He explained that the limits of my power we’re my own understanding of each sphere hence teaching me to sense all 9, the amount of Magick I could pull through my connection to it at any one time, and as important as the ability to touch Magick, the imagination to shape it. While I am fairly competent in manipulating all the spheres a little, my aptitudes are for Time, Entropy and Forces. Enough of the history lesson for now, I’ll tell you more as the story continues, but you must be getting bored of dry information for the time being.
After sitting there focusing my power through the laptop, I started typing and making a few small investments for my clients and myself. Keeping us all in a comfortable lifestyle, none of us would get rich this way, but this was more a way of showing an income as a competent mage has no need of money if they can manipulate their reality. It was just after noon when I went down to the Valet to get my car and look at a few of the property developments around the area. I wanted to see some of my options before I decide to either buy or build my new home here. I drove through the communities surrounding the hotel and casino I was staying in. I liked the neighborhoods I was seeing as I drove through but the houses were still crowded close, not allowing for the kind of privacy I’d need. I decided to get ahold of the real estate agent I found and arrange to look for properties where I’d be able to build my home; or for a community where the homes had larger plots of land and more space between them. Having made my decision about the property search I headed back to the hotel.
While I was driving back to the casino, my mind kept returning to waking this morning and looking into Sindee’s eyes. I’d never felt a connection to someone like I did with her. I realize only being 21 and having a tragedy dominate my life since I was 16 didn’t allow me to form many connections with others. The major problem with starting a relationship with Sindee, or any sleeper as we call those who haven’t been exposed to the greater truth, is that it would put her into great danger if anyone or anything came after me again. While we Mages are powerful we suffer from what weakness that most of the other monsters out there don’t. We are as mortal as any other human being, we can increase our chances of surviving things that would kill many people but in the end we can be killed. Most Mages don’t die of natural causes or old age. I liked Sindee a lot and knew I could easily fall in love with her if we spent more time together, but was it fair to put her into that kind of danger for my feelings.
These thoughts led me to one of the things Marcus said to me about the nature of having power and the morality of how you use it. Mages are no longer simply human and many gain the power to ignore society and it moral guidelines. This of course brought up the old adage: Just because you have the power or ability to do something, should you do it? The answer is as simple as it is complex; it’s up to the individual who reaches the decision. No person has ever seen themselves as Evil, in their mind and morality what they are doing is the right thing. This applies to mortals, Mages, Vampires and the other beings that exist in the world. This brings me back to the situation concerning Sindee. I could continue the relationship in many ways with her not knowing any more than she does now. Second option is to end it, do my best to break her heart so she never wants anything to do with me again, not an option I like; however, it would protect her from my world. The third option is the most dangerous for both of us; I could work and try to carefully awaken her mind to the greater truth of the world. I mentioned in passing before not all awakened beings become mages. Many mortals have been exposed to portions of the greater reality, survivors or attacks by monsters, witnesses to a piece of Magick work that their minds couldn’t rationalize away. The few real psychics in the world are such awakened beings as well, they were born awakened. The mortals are the most interesting cases because there are a few paths that they choose once they know what’s going on. Most mortals who reach a greater understanding continue with their lives just more wary as they go about their daily lives. Some lose control and wind up in mental hospitals. The last two groups are the most dangerous; the first group tries to work with the monsters to gain power or protection. Those that fail are usually killed, those that succeed become dangerous as most remain mortal and can’t be differentiated from others, acting as spies or errand runners, and others become monsters themselves. The smallest group and perhaps the most dangerous of the awakened mortals are those that become what we call Hunters. The people are usually, but not always, survivors of some kind of attack. These hunters were dangerous because they didn’t accept that these monsters and other beings were just like mortals in which they had their own morality to live with. I have to admit that some Vampires are as helpful to mortals as others are deadly. I speak mostly of Vampires as examples because they are the easiest of the other beings in the world for mortals to accept as a possibility, got to love Hollywood for that.
That explains part of the danger in awakening Sindee or anyone else for that matter. In regard to that possibility my concerns were that she wouldn’t be able to accept the knowledge of the greater world, or that she would reject me just because of what I am. Those concerns aside the second danger in trying to awaken the mind meant that I could suffer a backlash from what I would need to do to open her eyes and mind to this greater reality. This backlash could easily kill me because while the Magick would affect the mind the main Sphere used in this process is what we call Prime. Prime is the Sphere that encompasses the nature of Magick and power itself, suffering a backlash from this Sphere has killed many Mages or done even worse to them. The nature of Magick meant that there were actual worse possibilities than death when one messed up. There was one other possibility that was remote but it was there. As I said before Mages aren’t born with the connection to Magick, when some mortals Awaken they are so ready to accept the greater truth or they have such powerful wills that a connection is made to the Magick itself. I may explain how this connection works down the line but I want to save that until your mind is ready to handle it.
These thoughts filled my head as I drove back to the hotel. I knew I didn’t have to decide now, but the time I would was going to come fast. I know most of you are thinking that I should look to the future and see what happens. Unfortunately it just doesn’t work that way when looking ahead. When looking into the future you see the possible paths that may come about and when using Entropy as I do for investments it lets me see the most like outcome so I can bet in that direction. When trying to awaken a mind however the nature of Magick itself came into play and that is unpredictable. A useful tip about time Magick is that the future is always harder than the past. I dropped the car back at valet and headed into the casino. It was getting to be near time to eat, I called Sindee to see if she would be available for dinner. Unfortunately she started back to work that evening. I had interrupted her “Girls Night Out” the previous evening so she wasn’t able to go out that evening. We made plans to meet up on her next day off as she worked 12 hour rotations as a doctor. I decided to go to the Strip and check out the local nightlife. I guess the best way to put it is that Mages and other Supernatural beings traveled and hid in plain sight. It boils down to the fact that nobody expects their neighbors of being anything else but normal people, while the guy living in the cabin out in the woods id regarded with suspicion. That is how so many of us manage to hide in plain sight and remain unnoticed in the world.
I dressed comfortably for walking up and down the strip and headed that way. Once I got down there I dropped my car off at the valet of the Excalibur so I could just come back and get it later. I started to walk the Strip looking for all intents and purposes like any other tourist. I reach to the portion of Magick always within me and applied this passively to my senses. While this would tire me from the energy it used from my body, I could counteract that by grabbing food and such as I went along. The reason I risked this while it was passive it could warn me of any supernatural threats directed at me. This allowed me to protect myself without announcing to anyone actively searching for magic users of any kind.
I should explain a little more about the difference between Magick and other types of magic. When most people talk of magic they have a couple of ideas of what it is. They think of books like Harry Potter, or Merlin from tales told in family movies and horrors. Those are closer to hedge magic that anyone can learn than to Magick. A Mage’s Magick allows us to alter reality itself and in doing so we change the constant of the world. A powerful enough Mage can change anything limited only by their power, imagination, knowledge both of Magick and what they are trying to alter, and the backlash they are willing to risk for changing it. Other magic is limited in what it can do, for the most part it has a singular area of effect and requires specific knowledge or that you be a specific type of supernatural being. In the end run it is easiest explained as this, anyone can be taught to use magic. All normal mortals can use hedge wizardry, most supernatural beings as well. This is because it only takes knowledge and materials that can be acquired without any advanced knowledge beyond the simple belief that magic is possible. More than anything else all magic requires that the caster believe in what they are doing which is why most other hedge wizardry like voodoo doesn’t work for most people who try to use it. They simply don’t believe.
As I walked down the Strip, I watched the tourists going to and from the different casinos and shops oblivious to the world around them. I could sense several magic users as I walked and there were a couple of buildings that had their own connection to Magick. I didn’t enter any of those; I didn’t know the groups of Mages were or what their views on other Mages were and I wasn’t going to risk getting killed by entering their territory uninvited or announced. Most Mages are like most people, some good others not so much. When I meet another Mage I am willing to be friendly, share information, teach them if they want to learn, learn what they want to teach. There are some Mages out there who have forsaken all of their humanity for the sake of power going to unimaginable lengths to gain more, while dangerous they aren’t the worst and are easier to avoid. The Mages most dangerous are those who the power has driven insane. They have all the powers of other mages but can do anything without suffering a backlash as they exist in their own reality. I have never seen or met one of these Mages and hope to never have the misfortune of doing so.
As I started my way back up the other side of the Strip as night came. I started to watch everything around me as I knew this was the time that vampires would be coming out to hunt and feed. Modern fiction has gotten a few things right and some others wrong. If I had to guess it’s the Vampires themselves writing the books to make their existence more acceptable to humanity as well as make them seem less dangerous. I used my power to protect myself, to try and save others would expose me for what I am and a Vampire would love to get a true Mage under their control. I sensed several vampires in the first 15 minutes after sunset and realized that the strip was not a place for an unprepared Mage after dark. While I’d be able to stop a vampire with Magick, the most effective ways of doing so would create a backlash with this many witnesses around me. I made the decision to get out off of the strip quickly for now so. I wouldn’t normally worry about Vampires but with so many I needed to make sure I was prepared to be in their hunting grounds. I immediately touched the Mind and Prime Spheres and warded myself against mental and emotional powers being used against me. I turned into the driveway at the next casino I came to and walked up to the entrance to grab a cab. As I got into the cab I locked eyes with a woman coming out of the entrance. She was about my height with honey blonde hair and soft brown eyes. She had the trim athletic build of a dancer or model. I felt the push against my mind as she stared at me. I broke eye contact immediately and told the driver to take me to the Excalibur. I got my car and headed back to my hotel quickly. If I was going to live here I needed to find out more about the politics of the city, and I don’t mean mortal Politics. I now knew that there were several Supernatural communities sharing Las Vegas. This meant there was something special about this city beyond money and told me I was guided here for a reason. With the exception of seeing Sindee again, I was no longer thanking whatever brought me here.
Once I got back to my hotel I was able to calm down and relax a little. I decided to grab a late meal and take the time to think things through some more. I had several issues on my mind. First was Sindee, I knew what I wanted to do but wasn’t sure it was the right thing to do. I had feeling for her and doing what I wanted to could put her in danger more than just knowing me already has. Second was this city, there was something coming or so many supernatural beings wouldn’t be here. Supernaturals exist everywhere, but in limited numbers. That I saw several Vampires and felt at least one Stronghold for Mages so close together tells me that most likely all Supernatural races were represented in this city. I was going to need to find out who this Cities mages were, there were at least two groups as well as how many other possible individual mages. Third was finding a home and making my preparations to place protective Wards on it. The wards had two purposes, protecting the home and people in it from outside magic and powers, and creating a place where I and other Mages could practice without any possibility of a backlash.
I guess I should explain how I’ve avoided a backlash so far as you’ve seen me use Magick in the open world. First as you may have noticed all of the effects I produced were either passive or could not be seen such as effecting the mind. Not all magic that affects the mind is passive. If I needed or wanted to; I could communicate mentally with anyone. Doing this with a sleeper would cause a backlash as their minds wouldn’t accept it. For me or the mage who did this the backlash would hit them with an effect from the same Spheres of Magick they were manipulating. For the mortal a couple things could happen. In most cases the sleeper would brush it off and their mind would let it go as a noise they heard from someone yelling or a daydream. Some of those with stronger wills would be made curious and try to look into it but not worry. In a very few normal mortals this could trigger the epiphany that awakens them to the larger truth of the world.
After I finished my meal I went back up to my room for the night to get some rest. I texted Sindee telling her to have a good night and that I’d talk to her and see her again soon. I lay down and went asleep quickly as I was tired from the long day. It was still dark a when snapped awake for some reason. I stayed still as my eyes searched the darkness for whatever had caused me to wake. I felt the bed shift to my right side. I rolled out of bed to my left towards the window of the room. I felt something dig into my right ribs and back as I was just coming off the bed. I was hurting, in a lot of pain when I came to my feet in a crouch by the window. I continued to listen for movement when I heard the springs in the mattress creak. I looked in the direction of the sounds and saw a pale red glow in the darkness and knew what I was facing. I grabbed the curtain with my left hand and yanked it down as hard as I could letting the ambient light from the city into the room letting me see better. A few feet away from me on the bed looking like the dangerous predator that she was, the blonde vampire from earlier in the evening was crouched with her fangs distended. I knew this could go either way depending on what other powers she possessed. Once a vampire get this close all the power a mage has still may not be enough to save him. She dove at me from the bed reaching out with her sharp claws trying to get ahold of me. As soon as she moved toward me, I slid to the left as dove along the floor across the room as far as I could. She caught me on the right side again as I went past her, digging a few chunks of flesh from my side. As soon as I stopped sliding I did my best to focus past the pain to cast an effect to save my life. I reached out into the Magick and cast what I’ve come to call Friction Curse. This effect used Forces and caused kinetic energy to be converted into fire, so it was highly effective against Vampires. She charged at me just as I managed to cast the spell at her. One moment she’s charging at me, the next she’s a cloud of ash and gone. Unfortunately for me, the moment between the casting and her destruction was long enough for her to get another piece of me dislocating my shoulder and tearing my right arm up to match the ribs. She also let out a scream of pain so load I knew security would be coming to the room.
I had to act quickly as I was losing blood and getting woozy. I knew I was going to pass out and had to make sure that it looked like an accident and not like someone was attacked or the police would be getting involved. I grabbed onto the curtain I yanked and broke the glass lamp pulling it to the floor under me to make it look like I passed out and landed on the glass explaining my dislocated shoulder and the cuts along my side and arm. I couldn’t risk healing the damage with security coming so I raised my blood sugar to the point where it would explain fainting when I was found. I finished all this just in time as I heard pounding on the door as blood loss and the high blood sugar caused me to pass out. Last thing I heard was someone yelling security.
I woke up a few hours later and was positive I was dreaming or I was dead as there were two people hovering over me who shouldn’t be there. The first was Sindee who I was looking forward to seeing again soon. I the other was a face I hadn’t seen since shortly after my 16th birthday, and didn’t think I’d ever see again; my brother Matt. Sindee spoke as soon as she saw my eyes open, “Andrew are you alright?”
I looked around to get my bearings before I replied, I knew I passed out and saw from the clock that it had been a while. “Where am I and what happened and how are you here Sindee,” I asked.
Matt stood there silently watching while Sindee replied, “You’re in the hospital emergency room. You apparently passed out and fell on a lamp, you have several lacerations on you right side, back and right arm, and your shoulder had been dislocated. When you came in I recognized you and asked one of my colleagues to take care of you. You’re going to be fine,” she pointed towards Matt, “he relocated the shoulder back into the socket and stitched up the lacerations on your arm and the smaller ones on the back. The Lacerations on your ribs were deeper and required staples.” She smiled and continued, “I know you wanted to see me again before my day off but this isn’t the way to go about it.”
I smiled and laughed a little immediately regretting it as the damage to my side pained me a lot more that I thought it would. I groaned in pain briefly then replied, “It worked didn’t it. Don’t make me laugh though it hurts to move my chest right now.” I looked over to Matt, “Thank you for taking care of my Injuries Matt and congratulations on finishing med school, doing your residency here?”
Sindee got a surprised look on her face, “You know each other?”
Matt spoke up for the first time since I woke up, “He’s my brother Dr. Grey, though we haven’t seen each other in a few years.” He turned to look at me and in a stiff tone said, “You’re welcome Andrew. I have to get back to work.” With that he walked out of the room leaving Sindee and I alone.
“That went about as well as I could have expected it,” I stated to the room with a sarcastic tone. I took a deep breath though it hurt some as the lacerations stretched the stiches and staples. I looked back to Sindee who looked a little unsure of what to say, “We haven’t seen or spoken since just after we got home after the accident at the cabin. I had no idea he was even here in town.”
“I had no idea you were related as you were the only member of your family I met. I didn’t even think about the face that you both were named Graves, and there isn’t really a resemblance between the two of you. And….,” She was starting to ramble a bit.
“It’s alright; it’s nothing for you to worry about. I’ve missed him and my father but they both withdrew to themselves after what happened. I think I remind them of my mother and sisters because I look more like them and I’m the only other member of the family to survive that night.” I reached up to cup her face with my left hand as the right side was torn up, “I’m just glad that you’re here now. How long can you stay, and how long do I need to?”
Sindee cupped her hand around mine on her cheek and looked a little calmer, “My shift finished while you were being worked on so I can stay for a while. I can catch a couple hours here in the hospital before I start my next shift tonight. As for you Andrew, you’re injuries weren’t as severe as the amount of blood you lost. You’re staying here for at least tonight while we replace the blood and depending on what the doctor on duty decides; you may be able to leave in the morning.”
Sindee and I sat there talking for a little while, learning a little more about each other. I told her about my childhood before we met, and learned a lot about her. Sindee’s parents were both in Medicine, though they were researchers while she wanted to help people directly so studied emergency medicine. She was an only child and was curious about what it was like growing up in a big family. After about an hour or so I fell asleep from the pain killers, I wasn’t using Magick for a few reasons, most importantly being in the hospital in the first place. Others included not knowing if any of the staff had any special abilities or were supernatural beings themselves. I was going to need to at least start the healing process as slow as any other mortal.
I woke a few hours later when a nurse came into deliver a meal and to place another bag of blood on the IV hook. Sindee was sitting in the bed on my left side sleeping with her head on my shoulder. Looking down, seeing her sleeping there filled me with a sense of peace and contentment. I knew right then that I would do everything in my power to keep her in my life and protect her from harm. In the last two days my life had changed just as much as it had that night 5 years ago. I knew now that breaking her heart was out of the question, it would be like cutting out my own heart. I smiled at the nurse as she changed the IV bag, and waved the tray of food away. I settled back in the bed content with having Sindee with me. Now all I had to do was figure out what to do next and how to protect her from the world I live in…..

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Fantasy

MY MOM IS A CLOSET SLUT

I’m thrilled that I have had positive feedback on my first two stories. Although I will add additional parts to that story, I’m also going to take a moment and start a
New story today. I hope you enjoy it.
My name is Jason and I’m not your average “loser” at my school. I’m an average height chubby boy that hasn’t had much luck with girlfriends and I cant wait for the last
three years of school to come and go. This particular summer has been mild and I think i’m the only kid in school that has spent more time in his room than outdoors. I
live at home with my mom Debbie in a singlewide trailer just outside of our smallish town. We have a couple neighbors on our road that live in really nice new houses.
My mom inherited this six acres of land when grandpa died and putting this shitty trailer on it is all she could afford. Last I heard my dad lived in a couple states
over and mom said that he only does odd cash jobs to survive. She says it’s so he does not have to pay taxes or child support like a dead beat. I believed her too
because I haven’t seen him in almost 4 years. To be honest, I barely remember what he looks like other than tall and chubby like me.
I want to tell you that I have a model figured mother and I’m glad I have that one little nitch on my side. Truth be told, My mom is what I would call a granny and she
is barely in her forties. She has an average figure I guess, but she dresses in extremely conservative clothes that really aren’t that flattering. Mom has also
developed into a shut in over the past couple of years. When we get home in the afternoons, it’s not uncommon for us to retire to our rooms for the remainder of the
evening playing on our computers. I’m an avid WOW player and I think she spends most of her time playing childish games like Farmville. Either way, this was my life and
I dealt with it.
About three weeks ago I noticed a gradual change in my mother. For my whole life she was a very conservative dresser, and since my dad left us, she has not given any
real attention to her looks. I mean, she would rarely wear makeup, and it was even less often she stepped out of her room without a hoodie and sweat pants on.
Recently mom has been wearing makeup almost every day and she has gotten her hair highlighted recently. I’m pretty sure she has gone tanning at the salon too because
her skin is a shade darker and glowing. Also recently she bought a new pair of glasses. The square kind that have thick black “librarian” frames. I know all that stuff
costs money and with mom’s hours at the hotel being cut, I didn’t know how she could have afforded it.
Her clothing has also changed. Mom had no doubt been shopping recently and bought herself a new series of clothing. This included low rise jeans, blouses, and I have
even seen a couple skirts that were way shorter than anything she has ever worn before.
Her attitude also has changed dramatically. My mother is not the educated type, nor is she a ditsy girl, but she does have her shortcomings when it comes to brains.
She dropped out of high school when she met my father (who was 7 years her elder) and they had traveled around the south like gypsies while my father chased after work.
Mom never got a proper education and when she got pregnant with me, they came back to our hometown to settle down. My father did not take to the idea and left her only
a couple years into their established or “home based” lifestyle. Mom has been kind of depressed and a shut in ever since. She always busted her ass to make sure I had
everything I needed and wanted growing up. She really has always spoiled me and I have never seen her do a lot of things to promote herself. Recently she has been super
cheery and upbeat. She welcomes me home everyday with a stronger hug and she has even started kissing me. Not romantically, but just a peck on the mouth. It’s only odd
because she has never shown this type of efection or pure happiness since I can remember. I knew their was no guy she was seeing because she was almost always at home
when she was not working, and I knew she would have told me about a guy.
I decided to have a sit down talk with her and probe a few questions to her. I was curious about her new attitude and apparent increase in funds. So I decided to bring
up these issues at dinner tonight. Of all things mom wasn’t… She was an EXCELLENT cook. I walked to town this afternoon because I wanted to go to the library and get
a few new sci fi books. I knew I would be gone for awhile so I sent my mom a text message letting her know I would be home around 5. She responded with “okay hunny…
btw I am making your favorite tonight… I hope your hungry.” I instantly smiled and knew I would be having corned beef and cabbage for dinner.
When I got home, mom met me with a hug and a kiss like she has everyday the past few weeks. She was smiling and holding a glass of red wine as she greeted me. We sat
at the table and mom told me that dinner would be a few more minutes before it was ready, so i decided to take this opportunity and bring up my recent observations to
my mom.
“mom… is everything okay with you?” I asked cautiously.
“of course hunny… why do you ask?” she replied
“well… you have been really nice the past few weeks… not that weren’t nice before… but you know what I mean.” I stumbled over my words.
“oh dear…” she said with a happy grin. “i’m just happy to be blessed with a handsome boy.” she said as she leaned over and kissed my head as she stood up and walked
towards the stove to check on dinner.
“Thanks mom” I said slightly blushing…” but how did you afford all your new stuff?”
Mom stopped dead in her tracks and without turning around said “what are you talking about?” in a flat cautious tone.
“it’s just that you have been working less, and you got glasses, and clothes, and your hair…” I trailed off. “It’s not like it’s my business but I was just
wondering.”
As I mentioned her new clothing, I couldn’t help but inspect what she was wearing. It was a tight fitting t-shirt and snug low rise jeans. To be honest, the tight
fitting clothes made my moms boobs look really really big. For the first time I looked at my mother as a woman and I wasn’t disappointed in my observations.
Mom stood up straight and slowly turned around to face me. Her face looked scared and she hesitated before she spoke. “I got a second job working at home that has
given me some extra income.” after a longer pause she continued “is their anything you would like me to buy you?” she said while forcing a smile.
“no I’m fine mom but thanks… What is it that you are doing online?” I asked with genuine curiosity.
“I…uh…I…uh… I take surveys” she stammered and a face of pure fear crossed her face. I knew she was lying, but the terror on her face made me realize I was
asking about something she didn’t want to discuss. So I decided to end this conversation now and bring it up at a later time.
“That’s cool mom… I’m proud of you.” I said as enthusiastic as I could. Mom smiled and proceeded to work on dinner.
We ate the fabulous meal and I helped her clean up like I always do. Mom told me that she had to work the late shift tonight at the Hotel so I was stuck here alone
until at least 6am. I told mom I would do some cleaning to help take the workload off her. Mom sighed and gave me a firm embrace and kissed the top of my head. She
said “awwww… my big boy is so sweet.”
when mom got ready to go she came to my room to say goodbye, as she stepped in (wearing her plain housekeeping outfit that resembles NOTHING like a French maid
uniform) she asked me to do some of my laundry tonight. When mom’s face looked at my pile of clothes on the floor she suggested that I do all my underwear and socks in
the first load by themselves with a certain detergent she started using a year or so ago or leave them for her to do. I looked at her puzzling and asked her why. I
should have known I was setting myself up… I knew why.
“well honey, I have noticed recently your underwear and your socks have been more…. (a huge smile came across moms face)… CRUNCKY.”
“MOOOOOOM” I half hearted shouted. I was so embarrassed and I turned my chair so she could not see me. Mom walked up behind my chair and gave me a sympathetic hug
around the chair.
“it’s okay baby it’s completely normal for a boy your age… besides, you know you cant hide anything from me… I’m a MOM!” she said proudly with a joking smirk. She
kissed the top of my head then left for work.
After about 20 minutes I felt the urge to jerk off so I opened my internet browser and went to my favorite porn site. I could smell my mom’s perfume in the room still
and I was oddly and unexpectedly aroused. The first video on my site was of a “Mature blonde anal”… the woman on the icon was hot so I clicked on it. I watched as
some older woman got impaled by a huge porn star dick. I couldn’t help but compare the woman in the video to my own mother. The porn star may have been a bit thinner,
but mom definitely had bigger boobs and a wider ass.
As I stroked myself to my observations, I caught myself wondering if mom likes anal. I wondered if she has ever taken it in the ass before. I watched as the blonde
pulled herself off the giant member and got on her knees waiting for the money shot. This also made me wonder about mom. Has mom ever sucked a dick… Has mom ever
gotten a money shot or swallowed….OOOOH SHIIIIT!!!! I was then cumming uncontrollably up my chest and back onto my dick in a seated position. I gasped and started to
settle down and breathe again.
I just jerked off at the thought of my own mother. The fact made me want to cry, and commit myself into a mental hospital, and just kick my own ass. I was disgusted
with myself as I cleaned my lap and took my stained clothes off. I put on some mesh shorts and a t-shirt and decided it was time to start some laundry. I gathered all
my dirty clothes into a basket and took them to the hallway where the washer and dryer was. As I was told, I started the first load with my underwear, socks, and my
recently worm clothing. Everything was crusty like mom suggested and before I knew it, I had an entire load full of semen stained clothes. I couldn’t believe I thought
mom never noticed my cum stained laundry.
Proud of myself for doing what I was told, I felt the urge to tell mom about it. I sent her a text that said “Laundry is started…the crusty ones are in first like
you said.” To be honest, since it had been brought up already by mom i felt no shame saying that to her.
It only took a minute to get a reply from her. It read “good boy… I’m glad you are a big help. I love you so much”
I smiled and I was motivated by what mom said. I wanted to make her happy and her new outlook on life was clearly boosting her happiness. So I decided I would do all
the chores in the house before mom got home. I started in the kitchen and although it was cleanish already, I added the finishing touches so to speak.
As I cleaned the trailer room by room I made my way to moms room. Typically I don’t ever go in there unless mom calls me back there to ask me a question. I hadn’t ever
really looked around it before. As far as I knew, I wasn’t NOT supposed to be in there so I walked in. I first noticed the cleanliness of mom’s room. Her bed was made,
her computer desk was clean and tidy. I noticed her clothes hamper was lumpy and had dirty clothes in it. Although the rest of her room was clean, I decided I could
help by washing mom’s laundry for her since all my clothes were now washed and almost dry. I pulled the hamper to the hallway and started running water and added
detergent. I opened the lid to the hamper and reached in for the clothes.
My first handful of clothing was a pair of mom’s low cut jeans and a couple t-shirts. The second handful stopped me in my tracks and caused me to freeze right then and
there. It was a handful of underwear. That by itself would typically not bother me… but these were not your average 40= year old woman underwear. the three pairs of
cloth in my hand consisted of two thongs (one thick, one thin as string) and the other was a pair of what I call boy shorts. I’m not sure what their technical term
was, but I know the upper class girls in my school wear them to make their asses look more lifted. I was stunned that my mother had panties like this and I knew she
would die if she knew I found them. I decided I would put all her clothes back into the hamper and return it to where I found it so she would never know… At least I
would in a minute.
Without rationalizing anything, I brought the bunch of panties to my mouth and sniffed hard. Insane arousal engulfed me and my dick was hard as a rock. The distinct
aroma of my mother’s worn panties filled my head… well, my “heads.”
Without any other rational thoughts I pulled my dick from my shorts and started jerking vigorously and the panties were pressed to my face with my other hand. I bet no
more than 20 strokes is all it took and i knew I was one second from cumming as I stood in front of the filling washing machine. Instinctively I pulled the wad of
panties to my groin and unleashed a powerful load from my throbbing balls. The spurts continued for what felt like forever as I soaked the three items with a fresh
load of spunk.
My legs were trembling and I panicked at the realization of my actions. I threw the soiled panties back into the hamper followed by the clothes I had already removed.
I rushed the hamper back to it’s original location and stopped for a moment of rational thought. I pulled out the chair at moms desk to sit down and think. After a few
minutes of trying to rationalize why mom had sexy underwear, or why I had to sniff then, or why it turned me on so much, or what she looked like wearing them…
WHAT!!!…. I couldn’t believe I was fantasizing about my mom again. I have never been so emotionally aroused in my life and it was because of my mother.
I’m a stranger to sex but I am an expert on the subject. Although I have never been beyond first base, I feel I have watched a lifetime of porn and I knew exactly what
to do… Like a porn star does it at least.
I swiveled the chair around looked at the blank monitor. Out of pure curiosity moved the mouse and engaged the computer. As I did so, I noticed a large and very
expensive high definition webcam mounted to the top of the desk. The webcam was directed over my shoulder towards the bed. I hadn’t known mom got a new webcam. I mean,
she was rather computer savvy for her age but I didn’t know she was into video chatting. I wondered who she was chatting with. Maybe it was my dad who I haven’t seen in
forever.
I opened her browser and pulled up the history and recently visited sites. I stared in disbelief as the only site mom had been on for the past few weeks was a webcam
porn site. I couldn’t believe mom watched that crap. I have been to those sites before and it costs money to get the girls to do anything cool. Was my mom into watching
guys jerk off on cam? Is that what she was into?… If only she knew that roulette site could provide her that for every other guy you meet.
Again, on sheer curiosity (or at least I used that as an excuse) i opened the site. I stared at the page and realized it was not the same homepage as I remembered. It
was the member’s page and I saw written at the top “WELCOME DEEPTHROATDEBBIE”… What the fuck was this? I scanned the page and realized my mom’s name is Debbie and
this was her member’s page… She wasn’t a viewer… she was a model.
I closed my eyes and looked down trying not to believe what I just saw. Of course this explains the new financial income. At first I was angry that my mom whored
herself on cam for money to all those fucking douche bags… Then I remembered how happy she has been the past few weeks. I then wondered if deepthroat was something
she actually did or was known for… As I looked down I saw my dick was at full attention. For the third time in about two hours I was going to have to jack off again.
And I’m certain thoughts about my mother prompted all three.
I looked back up at the screen and clicked on the icon “my profile”… Instantly the icon for her profile appeared, and had I been jerking off, I would have blown my
load at that very moment. It was a pic of mom’s face with a tan rubber dildo in her mouth. Her face was so beautiful in her glasses and make up on. The rubber cock was
long as the rest of it hung from her mouth. It was a double headed dildo and it was long with heads on both sides.
I located a section on the profile that said “user gallery” and clicked it… Before I let the photos load, I had my dick in hand again. When the photos loaded it was
like a slow motion picture. The first was much like the icon with the tip of the dildo in my mothers mouth. As I scrolled down, each photo showed the fake penis
further and further in her mouth. Soon the dildo was down her throat and only about 3 inches of the long slender dick was in her throat. I was so close to cumming that
I stopped stroking, I feared that I would make a mess along the keyboard and that would be hard to explain to mom. I decided I needed a cum catcher so I stood up and
took a step towards the door. I stopped and with a slow turn i looked at mom’s dresser. At this point I couldn’t care less that I was a pervert and I darted to the
dresser and opened the top drawer. As I was hoping, it was full of bra’s and panties. I located in the back another pair of sexy panties. Unfortunately it was just a
skimpy g-string that wouldn’t collect much of my burning load so I kept digging. I then found something of proportionate size to handle a leaky glob of spunk. It was a
pair of silk bikini style panties that had a full cover for the as so i knew it would hold my load. I returned to the computer chair and scrolled down further beyond
the photos to the user’s profile information.
I was vigorously stroking as I read the paragraph why mom wrote in the “about me” section. It read:
ABOUT ME
I’m a single mom who has a very talented mouth 🙂 … I love sucking my toys and using them on myself. For the right price I will do anything you want on cam. Every
Sunday I do a free morning show where you can sample my skills. Tips are always appreciated. Keep your hands and your wallet’s busy boys!!! 🙂
I started gushing again directly into the panties. As disgusting as I knew this action was… I didn’t care one bit. I proudly filled the panties and smiled at my
third large load of spunk that I expelled. I sat in bliss for a moment and actually felt thankful that my mother was a sexual creature. I don’t know how or why she
never turned me on in the past, but as of now, I am totally consumed by the thought of her. I closed the browser and realized I had to do something with the soiled
panties. If I put them in the laundry would she ever even know? I decided the risk was worth it so I opened the hamper and stuffed them deep into the other clothing.
With a smile on my face, I returned to my room and prepared for bed.
I picked up my phone and sent a text to my mom that said “I love you mom. Thank you for being so perfect.” I then drifted off to sleep knowing Sunday was only two days
away.
I awakened around 10ish and mom was obviously still sleeping. I walked to her room and cracked the door to her room to see her in her bed snoozing in bliss. I decided
I would wake her in the early afternoon with a meal I prepared myself.
As 2pm neared I had a pile of sandwiches and macaroni and cheese with cut up hot dogs ready to go. I knocked on moms door and told her it was time to wake up and that I
had food ready. She said groggily that she would be out in a minute. About 10 minutes later, mom walked into the kitchen and hugged and kissed me as I sat in my dinner
chair. She was wearing a pair of low cut jeans and a tight fitting tank top. I could see the bra was not padded and her nipples ever so slightly were visible bumps on
her shirt. Her tits were absolutely enormous and I cannot believe I hadn’t noticed until now.
We engaged in general discussion and she thanked me for cleaning up the house. We spoke about her work and about the upcoming school year. I broke the casual
conversation and told my mother that I thought she looked really pretty today. She almost choked on her sandwich and started at me funny. She looked down at herself
and said “yeah right… but thanks for the compliment sweetie.” before she started a muffled laugh.
But I wasn’t joking. Her hair was still a little messy, her makeup was a little smeared from sleep, and her enormous boobs were staring at me like a deer and headlight
reversed. My mother saw the seriousness in my face and froze for a moment. I think she knew I was staring at her tits as I slowly ate my sandwich. Only a half second
later she broke unexpectedly asked “do you like my new clothes hunny?”
I finally broke my stare and looked up at her evilish grin and without saying a I nodded my head in approval. Mom smiled big and continued to eat. After lunch, we
retired to our rooms for a couple of hours. I set up my own guest profile on that webcam site and couldn’t wait till tomorrow morning to watch my mom do whatever it is
she does to make the money she is making.
Mom called my name and I went to the living room to see what she wanted. I stopped and started with my jaw open as mom was standing at the washing machine and her
hamper at her side. She had a black piece of cloth in her hand and I was certain I was busted for what I did to them last night. She looked at me with wide eyes and
their was a long awkward silence with the look of pure horror on my face. She looked confused as she looked at me then back to her left hand.
Without a word she smiled really big and started to giggle. She looked around the machines and barely able to say the words without laughing she stammered out “did you
use the correct detergent last night?” with her laughter becoming increasingly more evident. “Uh-huh” with a nod is all I could do. I knew I was caught. I was not any
good at lying or looking unsuspicious if that is a thing. She finally came to my rescue and said “okay hunny, you can go back to your room now, I was just checking.”
I slowly turned and walked sheepishly back to my room like a whipped dog. Part of me wondered if she DID in fact know what I had done, the other part of me wondered
why she wasn’t mad. I sat there on my bed staring at the wall forever wondering what the fuck I was going to do.
Then I got a text message from mom. It read “can I come in and get some of your clothes ready for wash”
I looked around and noted that I only had a couple items in my basket that consisted of pajamas and my mesh shorts and shirt from yesterday. I was curious why she
wanted to get them so soon but replied “sure.”
About 30 seconds later mom opened my door with a smile on her face. She said she wanted to get a few more clothes to complete a full load. She had a few clothes in her
hand that she gestured she was going to add mine to. I nodded in silence and my mother turned her back towards me and slowly bent down to pick up the clothes from my
basket. As she did this, her shirt tail rose and exposed a pink thong riding it’s way up the middle of her back. It was so hot and my cocked jumped at the sight. My
mother looked over her shoulder while she was in this squatted position and said “thanks baby” and started to stand. She arched her back and slowly stood up
provocatively. She stood over my basket then I saw something fall into it. She looked over her shoulder one last time at me with a smile then walked out the door.
With my raging boner about to burst I ran to the door and locked the door behind her. I whipped my jean shorts down and prepared to beat my meat like I was mad at it.
As I walked to my computer, my clothes basket caught my eye, Their was something in it. I reached in and pulled out a pair of my mothers panties. They were a purple
thong with the word “princess” written across the front in white lettering. I looked close and knew that had been worn recently. I pulled them to my face and inhaled
my mother’s aroma. They were still just a tiny bit moist from recent use and I began licking up the minute amount of goodness. I was already cumming again right where
I stood. Some of my cum made it in my basket before I caught the rest with the panties. when I was finished I dropped them into the basket and plopped on my bed.
Did my mother intentionally drop those in my basket after she learned I jerked off on her other ones. Did she intentionally bend down to show me her other panties when
she grabbed my other clothes. Either way my mind was running wild and I couldn’t wait until tomorrow morning.
When dinner was ready, mom sent me a text letting me know. I walked into the kitchen where dinner was already laid out and knew for sure she was fucking with me. Mom
was wearing the same clothes as earlier, but her hair was in pig tails and she was no longer wearing a bra. Her mammoth tits were swaying from side to side as she
started portioning out the mashed potatoes. She had a huge smile on her face and looked at me lovingly. She told me to sit down and eat… so i did.
We started eating in silence. I wasn’t able to speak as my attention was at moms erect nipples that I could clearly see through her tight tank top. My dick was
extremely hard but thankfully hidden under the table.
Mom broke the silence first by asking about my plans for tomorrow. I told her I didn’t have any. Mom suggested that I go sleep over with a friend and I told her I
would make some calls after dinner. She was no doubt trying to get me out of the house for her performance tomorrow. Come to think of it, she has done this the last
few Saturday nights. I knew for sure I wasn’t going to miss this show tomorrow no matter what I have to do. I came up with a plan and was rather impressed with the
detail of my lie.
“I wanted to get up early tomorrow and run to the library. Tomorrow is the release of a book I want and if I don’t get there early I will miss out. I’ll probably have
to wait in line for a couple of hours to be sure I get it.” I said
“oh that’s great hunny… I’m glad you are so smart.” She gave me a wincing smile and continued with the meal.
Mom said she had to go to the Salon tonight and would be back in an hour or so. She asked if I needed anything and I said no. After she left I felt the impulse to go
to her room and get into more mischief. Instead I decided to be a good boy and play some games in peace. Gearing myself for tomorrow’s show. When I heard mom get home,
she did not announce it and I heard her door shut.
Because this was not typical, I texted her and asked if she was okay. “i’m fine hunny, I just needed to pee and take a shower. I love you”
I was aroused again at the thought of my mom getting naked and washing her huge tits and preparing for her camera time. I wanted to see this so I daringly and quietly
mad my way to the other end of the trailer and opened her bedroom door. Her bathroom was on the far end of the trailer through her room. Unfortunately the door was
completely shut so i couldn’t get a peek at her if I wanted to. I did however see clothes laid out on the bed. Not clothes that she would normally wear, but something
a downtown hooker might wear. It was a small pink strapless shirt and a white skirt that was at most 8 inches in length. Their is no way mom would wear that in public
so I now knew what to expect in the morning. Although I was disappointed that I didn’t see her naked, I was thrilled to see her slutty clothes.
I went back to my room and started dozing off before I heard a knock on my door. Mom asked if she could come in for a minute and I said she could. Mom opened the door
and my jaw dropped. My was wearing super tight leggings that hugged every crevice of her lower half and a spaghetti strap shirt again with no bra. I know mom said
something to me, but I was too mesmerized.
“hello” she said louder with a huge grin on her face. I broke my stare at her visible nipple bumps and met here eye contact. “we have a problem” she said with a smile.
“what happened?” I asked frantically
“you cant drive to school this year if you don’t learn how to drive.” she said with a smile as she tossed me her keys.
“really” I said with huge excitement.
“yes I am… Get some shorts on and take me up the block and back.” she said
Without hesitation I threw on some white mesh shorts along with a black t-shirt from the college I want to attend. I followed mom through the house out to the car.
Her ass looked so good in this outfit. The clothing clung to her so much that It was obvious the was not wearing underwear. When she turned around I could see her
perfect camel toe as well. Mom proportionately was a bit thick, but she looked super fucking sexy.
I got in the driver’s seat to her older Lincoln continental that she also inherited from grandpa. I love this car because the interiors are HUGE. Mom got into the
passenger’s side and lifted the console in the center and scooted to the center of the front seat. Her massive cleavage and dangly tits inches from my shoulder. How in
the hell am I supposed to drive like this?
Mom gave me the instructions to start the car and check the mirrors and all that other garbage and we began down the road. I felt like a millionaire driving for the
first time and having a hot chick next to me. I was truly in bliss.
But bliss only lasted as long as the driving high did. The more comfortable I got, the more obvious mom’s tits were bouncing around as we went down the gravel road.
The further we went, the bumpier and less traveled the road become.
Those tits were so amazing and believe I was drooling as i stared at them… Until mom yelled “look out”
I looked up and noticed I was halfway off the road and a sign in the shoulder was quickly approaching. i quickly stomped the brakes and slid slowly into the sign. The
sign barely jolted and both mom and I got tossed just a bit from our seats. Despite how bad that could have been, I still noticed moms tits almost hit her in the face
as I stomped the brake.
We sat there in silence for a moment as mom slowly settled her breathing. Despite my continuous apologies mom did not respond. She just stared out the front windshield
with an unreadable face. After a few moments of silence mom finally broke the awkward moment.
“well, I guess nobody is hurt and the car is still fine… I guess you just need better lessons.” she said with a slowly formed smile.
I agreed with her and unbuckled my belt and opened the door to step out. It was then I realized my dick was hard, and standing up was not a good idea right in front of
her. Thankfully she stopped me and told me to shut the door. Thankfully she was going to give me another shot at driving and she didn’t even seem mad.
“Take your hands off the wheel” she said with a smile. “and scoot your seat back…”
I slowly complied and started hunching over to hide my erection while getting more and more nervous as to what she was expecting me to do. She swung one leg over my
right leg and braced the seat with her hands and started to climb onto me. In shock I blurted out (louder than I wanted to) “what are you doing?” in a panicky voice.
“I’m giving you a better lesson… I’m gonna sit on your lap on the way home so you get a better feel for the road while I help you steer.” as mom said those words I
panicked because my dick was at full mast and my mom was swinging her nice round ass in front of my face and she will soon settle it into my lap and feel my erect rod.
She is going to freak out as soon as she feels it. It’s her damn fault anyways… She is the one who wore that shirt to make her boobs flop around.
“relax hunny” she said as she slowly and gently rested her bum onto my lap. My rock hard cock grazed her thighs and nestled between her legs against her warm… and I
mean WARM crotch. Through the three thin layers of fabric I felt her warmth engulf my cock and I let out a small moan.
Mom shifted around to look at me and with a smile asked “am I too heavy for you?… are you alright?”
“I’m fine mom promise” was blurted out of my mouth more labored than I expected.
“Good thing… Now put your arms on the wheel with me.” she said as she again twisted her bottom just a little to face forward again. The feeling was sensational.
I wrapped my arms around my mom until i gripped the wheel and smooshed the sides of her tits forward. Although I was already excited, I wished I could see what her
tits looked like from the front while I did this. I could barely see over her shoulder to the roadway.
Mom while working the pedals put the car in reverse and backed up slowly onto the road. Then she put it in drive and we slowly continued down the road very slowly. The
bumpy road was making us bounce and my cock jumped every time their was movement between her legs. I felt her legs squeeze a little tighter every time I twitched. Or at
least I think I did.
About a half mile later we approached a paved road that takes us back towards town. Mom slowly did a U-turn in the intersection and proceeded back down the gravel
road. I hadn’t realized mom was talking this whole time. When I finally heard something she was giving driving instructions as we went. I didn’t hear anything then my
brain telling my cock not to cum. I was certain she would know instantly if I did and I would have a lot of explaining to do.
The bumping slowly got harder and jerked us more and more each time. Once, I think mom let out her own gasp and she bumped off my lap just a bit then back down.
Certainly she could feel my cock right between her legs can’t she?
Mom reached down and turned on the radio in a fast motion. She turned it loud and started driving faster. If I wasn’t mistaken, I think she was intentionally bumping
and grinding onto my cock. we bounced, and rocked, and bounced and rocked, and rocked, and rocked, and rocked… We were no longer driving on the rough part of the
road yet mom was grinding her hips left and right moving my cock right along with it. Although the music was loud I could hear mom moaning louder and louder. I could
tell by the way she winced when she noticed her volume that she was using the music to mask her own pleasure moans.
I was doing it. I was actually dry fucking my mom in her super tight leggings and my flimsy shorts. I know I was going to blow my load any minute. Mom increased the
speed of her grinds for a short bit and I was breathing hard to control myself. Then I felt it. I felt the wetness inside my shorts. Had I cum and not noticed it? No,
Because I could still feel myself fighting off my own orgasm… Why the hell am I wet then?
The obvious hit me hard as I felt my mother go partially limp and slump over the wheel while still maintaining control over the vehicle. She had came on my lap… on
my cock. The realization struck me as the most wonderful thing to ever happen to me and I began firing off ropes of cum directly into my shorts. I thrust slightly into
my mother repeatedly until I was finished. As I felt my soaked cock begin to subside, my mom gave a little wiggle from her ass as we were pulling into our driveway.
Mom parked the car and turned the radio off. As she turned off the ignition she leaned back and turned her face to look at me.
“best driving lesson ever?” she asked with a cheery smile.
“DEFINATELY” blurted from my mouth much louder than I wanted.
Mom smiled and opened the door to the car and stepped out lifting herself off my spent cock. I was then able to confirm that she got off on my lap because her leggings
were clearly wet from her crotch to about 4” down both legs. Mom did not waste anytime going inside. I slowly trailed behind her while trying to keep the mess inside
my shorts from running down my legs. I waddled to my room and peeled them off and tossed them into the laundry basket. I put fresh underwear on and laid into my bed.
It was dark and I certainly had a fulfilling day. Not that it will hold a candle to tomorrow.
I was almost asleep when my phone notified me of a new text from mom.
“I had a wonderful time teaching you to drive. Maybe we can do it again someday?… Good luck at the library tomorrow…. I’ll be thinking of you :)”
What does I’LL BE THINKING OF YOU MEAN? is all I could think about as i faded into a peaceful sleep. The sooner I sleep, the sooner tomorrow comes around.
To be continued…

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I was on the offense side of our home team. We were just playing for fun, for after the coach had all killed us with push ups and exercises our team escaped to the field where we could play soccer without interruptions. There were a couple of boys on our team, but I didn’t mind. Naturally.
Pretty soon we were all worn out, and as everybody was leaving, Anthony came running up to me. I was packing up and was rummaging in my pack for a bottle of water, and pretended not to notice.
“Hey,” said Anthony. “Hi,” I replied, smiling at him.
Okay, I should interrupt this story here (sorry, readers). I want you to know a little bit about Anthony. First, he is seriously cute. And I’ve had a crush on him for the last three years, so, hey, I couldn’t help feeling a bit cool.
“You did pretty well today, Jules. I mean, with the goals,” he said, blushing. I grinned. “Thanks. You were good, too.” I wondered where this conversation was heading. I stuck my hand inside my bag and came up with an empty bottle. “Shucks,” I said, tossing the bottle into a nearby trash can.
He grinned even more so, and rumpled a hand through his hair. “Um, I was wondering, could I walk home with you?” he asked.
I was surprised, in a good way. In a wonderful way. My mouth answered before I could think. “Sure, I’d love to!”
“Oh hey, great.” he replied. We started off the field together. By that time, everybody had left. I walked next to him, and that was when I noticed how big his dick was. I mean, it wasn’t huge, but a good size. My cunt started getting wet, a little bit. He noticed me staring at his cock, and gave me a mocking smile. “What’s up?”he asked laughingly.
Embarassed, I turned red, but looked him in the eye. “Uh, nothing.”
He nudged me with his elbow. “Come on, I know what you’re thinking. That’s why I wanted to walk home with you.” “Really?” I asked. This was not true. I couldn’t believe it. I mean, we had been friends before this, but I didn’t know he liked LIKEd me. I gulped.
“Sure.” He smiled again at me. Was he ever cute when he smiled. I could feel myself melting. My pussy was getting completely, completely soaked. We passed by a long section of fence.
And before I knew it he had taken my hand, and started kissing me. Right there, in the middle of the sidewalk. Thank goodness there wasn’t anybody else there. I could feel his lips, which were incredibly hot, pressed up against mine. His tongue just grazed my lips, begging for entrance. I accepted that and opened my lips just a little, and our tongues touched. It was fantastic. We just stood there, kissing, until I remembered we were outside and gently broke apart.
“Come on, let’s get to our house. My sister is out for a party, and Mom’s on a business trip for three days,” I said, eager to do more with him. My pussy was feeling like Old Faithful.
Anthony nodded, smiling. I kissed him shortly on the lips, and we started walking, this time holding hands. I couldn’t believe it. Him. The same boy that I’d had a crush on for three years was walking with me, holding hands. We’d kissed. I couldn’t wait to make out with him. Sex, even. Maybe. I hoped he was ready for it. I certainly was. My house was next on the block.
I took out my key, and we were just barely in the door when he started kissing me all over again. I headed towards the stairs, up to my room, kissing all the way. His lips felt so soft and hot against mine. My hands traveled over to his chest. I opened the door to my room, and we fell on the bed, still kissing. I let my hands slip under his T-shirt. He let me explore his arms, chest and back before HIS hands went under my shirt, and around my bra. I broke gently away from him.
“Wait,” I said. “You’re sure you’re ready for this?”
“So very sure. I couldn’t be more turned on,” he replied.
“If that is so, I don’t think you would mind me telling you that I’ve liked you for the past three years,” I said, moving close to him and letting him feel my back.
“Same here,” he said.
I took off my shirt, and my shorts. He took the oppurtunity to do the same with his. Now we were completely naked, except for my bra, and our underwear. I started kissing him again, more passionately. With each kiss my pussy started getting wetter, and wetter. He took off my bra and let his fingers travel over my erect nipples. I moaned softly. THis was feeling so good. Too good.
I paused to take off my underwear, and take of his underwear, too. Now his perfect cock stood infront of me. I slowly put my mouth over it, and started sucking on his dick.
“Oh…” he moaned. My pussy was dripping wet. I hoped it wouldn’t turn into a faucet. After I was finished handling his beautiful cock, he rolled over and I spread my legs apart for him to see my pussy, and for him to stick his beautiful cock inside. He slowly ran his fingers along my pussy.
“OHHHHHHh….” I moaned. I was having an orgasm. Anthony rubbed my clit, and stuck on of his fingers inside….
To Be Continued….

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the shower

She rolled over in bed, licking her lips….still tasting him hours after they were finished. She smiled thinking of his lean body inside her, and the wave after wave of warm desire she felt as she climbed higher and higher, reaching the peak as he came inside her.
As she slipped out of bed, she thought she would take a quick shower before breakfast. She glanced behind her at the floor, where their clothes were intertwined in a silent embrace of their own…victims tossed aside in the throes of passion. She bravely agreed to make her way to the bathroom without the comfort of even the tiniest piece of fabric next to her skin.
As she entered the bathroom, she grabbed a towel off the shelf above the toilet and laid it on the sink next to the shower. Feeling silly, she peered behind her, before bending over to turn both hot and cold taps on. When the water reached a comfortable temperature, she pulled the knob, and water sprayed out of the shower head and hit the floor of the tub. She stepped in…immediately feeling the heat of the water coursing down her body. She stood with her back to the cascading water, letting the water run in rivulets down her body. Her eyes closed, she was dreamily unware that her dash to clean up had awoken her lover. He had seen her as she made her way to the shower, and had waited breathlessly until the sound of his footsteps was muffled by the powerful rush of water.
As she turned to let the water caress her firm breasts, he gently moved the curtain aside, and stepped in. He put one hand across her breasts as he used the other hand to sweep the hair away from her neck. Leaning close he started at the base of her neck, and begin planting kisses along the length of her slender neck. Reaching the lobe of her ear, he took it gently between his teeth and lightly nipped it before sucking it and blowing in her ear.
She was startled at first, fearing the worst….but as he worked his magic, her body yielded to the electric sensations awakening inside her. She turned and wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him in for a long, slow, sensual kiss. He moved his arm to her back, and as he kissed her he reached down and brought her leg up to his hip. His wet slick hands made a path from her thigh, to the back of her knee….and then back up again, where his hand reached behind her, and squeezed her ass. She softly moaned as her hands went around him. He eased away from her, and took a long look at this lovely, wet beauty. His gaze, starting at her feeet, traveled slowly up her body, pausing on her face, and then coming to rest on her breasts…which were glistening with droplets of water. He reached out and cupped one of her breasts, taking the already hardening nipple, and rolling it between his fingers. He gave the other one the same treatment, then bent his head, to take the nipple in his mouth. He licked it and then sucked and nipped at first one and then the other. At the same time, she had brought her hand down, and took his dick and gave it a gentle squeeze. That gentle motion woke his manhood and he began growing in her hand.She took a step back, then knelt at his feet. She licked the head, and used her mouth to caress it. She then stopped, and using her tongue….licked the entire length of the shaft…up and down. He moaned and grabbed her head. She took him in her mouth and started rocking back and forth, tightening the pressure of her mouth, ever so slightly.He thought she started out agonizonly slow, but after a few moments, he was fighting to hold back. She stopped at the top, and placing her mouth over the head, brought her mouth down to the very base, and began sucking and barely brought her lips back to the top, when he grabbed her ears and shot his load deep into her throat. She swallowed. smacked her lips and giving him a smile….she leaned back and thrust her feet in the air,,,,spreading them as far as she could. Not needing any more invitation than that, he got on his knees and lowered his head between her spread legs. He used his fingers to spread her lips, and stuck his tongue as far inside, as he could. He gave her a few strokes with his tongue, then brought his mouth down upon her mound. he took the tip of his tongue, and rubbed it back and forth across her clit. He stopped and gently took the little nub and sucked it. At the same time, he was using his finger inside her, so while he was sucking and tickling…he was banging her with his finger too. She could barely contain herself, her hips were pumping her ass up and down, and she was moaning deeply. Not able to stand it any longer, he asked her to stand up with her back facing him, and her hands on the shower wall. She no more than stood up and turned around, when he grabbed her by the waist and bent her over and shoved his hard cock deep inside her. She squealed in delight, as he began moving in and out of her with amazing speed. She began to feel her body heat up, the wet vevety smoothness yielding to his powerful thrusts, matching him stroke for stroke. All too soon, he realized he would have to finish or die a happy death. Not wanting to leave her, he slammed inside her hot tight pussy a few more times before cumming with such force he nearlly lost conciousness. They both collapsed in a heap in the tub, breathing heavily…but nonetheless happy.
After they had taken proper showers, she went to prepare breakfast, when he grabbed her around the waist, and declared they were going out for breakfast. She laughed and he said don’t laugh too hard…your paying.

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Fantasm

Fantasy of Fate

As I wrote this, I considered the protagonist to be working as a handyman/janitor for a university while enrolled to help with cost. I thought of the female character as a student. Both are roughly the same age. Please tell me what you think. Based on interest i will consider writing their backstory and a continuation.

Fantasy

The Girls Next Door – 2

Please read chaper one so you can compare.
As they stood there giggling I realized I was laying on my back with pussy juice on my face, Amanda’s hand still on my dick and three naked teenagers looking down at me. I said “I need to get up and clean my face off”. Amanda gave my dick a squeeze and said looks like you’re up to me.” Anna said” I’ll take care of you face” as she laid down beside me and began kissing my face and licking Amanda’s juices off me.
After a minute or so Amanda said “that’s enough, I’m not finished yet”. She gave my dick a couple more strokes and said “let’s go inside and get comfortable.” I was comfortable as hell but I was taught not to argue with a lady, let alone four naked ones.
The Girls Next Door – 2
As Amanda led me into the house by my dick all I could think was if this is not a dream I’m going to have to get to my doctor and get a prescription for some blue pills. I had shot two loads already and it looked like I was going to need at least one more tonight.
When we neared the bedroom I turned around and CJ, Alissa and Anna were following behind. I said “Where do you think you’re going?” their reply was “With you, we want to watch”.
I thought to myself, “I just spent the last 30 minutes on my back deck with Amanda, a gorgeous redhead with breasts that had to be at least 36DD and a perfect round ass, holding my arms immobile while CJ my neighbors 17 year old daughter sucked my dick and her 15 year old sister licked and sucked on my balls.” I found out who was doing what after Alissa, CJ’s 18 year old senior classmate had orgasmed and lifted her pussy from my mouth and I could see what I had gotten into.
Before I could reply Amanda said “No touching, ho talking, and no distractions, got it?” imagine three naked teenagers looking at the floor with a little grin on their face saying “Yes ma’am,”
I looked at Amanda and she just smiled and shrugged. I said “What’s going on?” All she said was “Later.”
We went into the bedroom and Amanda sat on the edge of the bed. It was one of those they called a California King because it was just a little bigger that a standard king size. Finding sheets we wanted for it was difficult sometimes but my late wife always loved the extra room for us to stretch out.
Amanda pulled me to her, looked up at me with her deep emerald eyes and then sucked my tumescent dick into her mouth. Her moist mouth felt like velvet wrapped around me. Just as I was really enjoying the feel of her throat and mouth on me she pulled her mouth off of my dick and lay back on the bed. She pulled me down onto her and whispered “My turn”
I rose up and looked at her smiling face. Her pale skin framed by her mane of red hair accentuated her green eyes and ruby red lips. I was already deeply in lust, was I falling in love also? I placed my lips on hers and kissed her gently. She grabbed my head in her hands and I felt her tongue invade my mouth. It felt as though a hot poker had been pushed into my mouth. As she swirled it around I pushed my tongue into her mouth and she started sucking on it like she had sucked on my dick. After a minute of having my tongue nearly sucked from my mouth I pulled away and began kissing her ear lobes and neck. I felt her tense beneath me as I moved down and placed my lips on her left nipple. I squeezed her breast gently as I rolled the nipple between my teeth and she pulled me closer to her breast. I switched to the right breast and she moaned softly.
I kissed my way from her breasts to her pussy slit. On my knees on the floor I spread her well shaped legs and gazed at her pussy surrounded by short red hair. It looked as though she kept it trimmed to about ½ inch and shaped to fit under her bikini. The lips were full and glistening with her juices. Her clit was just peeking out from its hood.
I leaned in and inhaled her musky sweet aroma and knew I had to taste her. I ran my tongue from the bottom of her slit to the top and swallowed the sweet juices I collected. I quickly sucked her clit between my lips. She bucked her hips up and said “Oh shit, oh shit”. I released her clit from my lips when I heard a gasp. The three teenagers I had forgotten about, CJ, Alissa and Anna were kneeling side by side on the other side of the bed staring intently at Amanda and me. CJ had her left hand on Alissa’s left breast squeezing it gently and Anna looked like she had her right hand between her legs rubbing furiously, probably where the gasp came from.
I spread Amanda’s lips with my fingers and lowered my mouth back to her pussy. I took each of her lips in my mouth and sucked and nibbled as she grabbed my head and pulled me to her as her pussy gushed so many juices that my swallowing could not keep up and the flowed down my chin and her ass. She was holding so tight I almost couldn’t breathe. I moved back to her clit, rolling it between my teeth. She started yelling “Enough, enough, fuck me already” as she pushed my head away.
As I stood up from gorging myself on her wonderful pussy I raised her legs. She grabbed them and placed them behind her shoulders. She obviously saw my jaw drop and before I could say wow, she said “I like to watch to”. As I stood there with my mouth open staring at her wide open pussy and her little brown puckered butt hole she used her fingers to spread her lips. I snapped out of my daze when she said “Hey, are you gonna put that thing in me and fuck my brains out or just stand there and stare?”
I grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed. She was saying “Do me, do me”. I took my dick in my hand and rubbed the head up and down her slit. She was going mmmmmmmm. I paced the head into her hole and stopped.. I looked at the three teens. They had moved up on the bed on their hands and knees where they could see my dick in Amanda’s pussy. All three were breathing hard and licking their lips. They looked like three tigresses about to leap on their prey. For a minute I was worried I was about to be attacked but they saw me looking and just smiled.
Just then Amanda said ‘Quit teasing and fuck me”. I looked into her eyes, smiled and then drove my dick into the hilt and held it there. Amanda arched her back screamed “Oh my god”. Her pussy was wet and very warm. I swear I could feel her heart beat it was so tight After several rapid breathes she relaxed and whispered “More and don’t stop this time”. I began slowly withdrawing my dick and just as it was about to come out I rammed it back in. Amanda arched her back and tensed up. Just as she started to relax I drove it in again. I continued until she was covered with a sheen of perpetration and her arms and legs were shaking. My groin felt like I would blow at any second. I told Amanda how close I was to give her a chance to have me pull out but with a smile and a whisper she said “Fill me with your come”.
I pulled my dick out until only the tip of the head was in her and began pounding it in like there was not tomorrow. She threw her head back and looked like she was going to pass out. After just a few strokes my come spewed into her pussy mixing with her juices and leaking back out around my dick. When I pulled out it was running down my dick to my balls and down her crack across here ass.
Amanda was out so I turned her on the bed so I could lie next to her. I pulled the covers over us and the last thing I remember was seeing the three girls in a group hug/grope kissing and rubbing each other’s tits and pussies.
Hope this is better. Everyone says write as you see it. this is what is saw.

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Fantastic

A lifetime of Curiousity and Devious Behaviour #2

This memory recall comes from a later period in my life. I’m going to jump ahead about ten years to a
bachelors party in Vegas I went to. I have a couple more that will come in
between the first and second, I just wanted to get this one on paper while it’s
still fresh in my mind today. Sometimes the scenes and the memories blur
together, depending upon the day. I still have all my faculties, and I still
have two gorgeous 30 yr old nurses giving me a sponge bath while topless. They
like the pay anyway and these two I have done nothing drastic too, or taken
advantage of. I just figure for a 100 yrs old…I should get some perks….even
if it comes In the form of tits!!
As I said, I was about 25, in
Vegas with two buddies, whooping it up, just partying. I never told my friends
of my unnatural abilities, nor did I ever use it on them. We were roaming
around the strip and getting a little tipsy. We happened to be walking, around
midnight, when I noticed a newlywed couple coming out of a chapel.. Their limo
said Just Married on it, and they looked perfectly in lust or love. We happened
to be coming up on them when I took a closer look. The accent coming from the
female just got me and made my cock start stirring. There was something so
alluring about a sweet southern accent on a sweet southern belle. The perfect
apple bottom with lightly curled long blond hair, and the perfect creamy white
complexion. Her goofy looking husband looked like he might be a computer nerd.
Smart girl I thought to myself. Marry for money and security. I bet she ends
up giving blowjobs once a year and still gets the biggest diamond on the block.
I told my two buddies to go on without me for awhile, I’ll have the limo drop me back off at the casino when I’m done. Off they disappeared into the night.
I strolled up to the back door just as the husband was sitting down. I whipped two spheres of light out from inside my head and wrapped both of their minds around my pinky finger.
They were already compliant even as I told hubby to scoot on over and make some
room for a new friend. And he did. I shut the door and told the limo to drive
us to an upscale casino off the beaten path and to take the scenic route.


I smiled a devilish smile at both the newlyweds, and introduced myself. My name is Chris, and I’m
here to be your entertainment for this special occasion. I’m giving you each a
pocketful of gambling money as a present for this glorious occasion. If I cared
what your names were, I would ask, but since they have no bearing on how the
evening is going to progress, you can keep that information to yourself.
Neither of you will talk, or do anything but sit there and wait to be told what
to do. You kiddies are under my care the rest of the night and probably on till
the sun rises. I can promise you this, you won’t be the same when I’m done
playing my games with you…but you will have a lot of cash and some really
crazy memories of your honeymoon. You both are completely relaxed and the
things I will be instructing you to do may seem cruel and unusual, but in the
end I hope you accept the fact that I’m doing this mainly for my pleasure. How
did such a nerdy do gooder land himself a hot ass number like her?” I asked the
hubby? “Just luck and money I guess,” he tried explaining. “I’ll say. They grow them
sweeter down south. So I’m gonna hop right in and yall are too. Now I want you
both to strip down completely naked and fold your clothes neatly and put them in
the bin under the seat. No backtalk, no questions, no moans. You don’t have a
choice to disobey because I own your minds and you are under my power. It took
the hubby less time than his wife but eventually she got there. So both of you may spread
your legs wide and keep them there. Lock your fingers together behind your
head, keep your eyes down and don’t look directly at your master. I am your
master, am I not?” I wanted to know. They both nodded yes at the same time.
Good Gosh I was going to hell someday(75 years from this point maybe, haha) I
pulled out a trusty little 7 pronged leather whip from somewhere within my
clothes. I looked it over and then scooted over to Belle. Sitting across from
her I was wholly taken aback by her radiant beauty. “Now, Sunshine, this is
going to hurt you way worse than it’s going to hurt me. You aren’t going to
move from that position until I say so.” Both parties were nervous
and visibly shaking. A complete stranger had intruded upon their night and
somehow coaxed them into being in their birthday suit. I began by letting the whip fall lightly on top of her upper thighs and across her inner thighs. It circled madly, slowly, ever hardening the power with which it fell. Ten minutes and tears later her thighs were turning into my favorite color….submissive red! The stinging of the whip was getting to her fresh flesh that had never before encountered sexplay like this….and definitely hadn’t ever encountered someone like me. I waited to see the begging to want to please me in her eyes and through her tears. The giving up of one’s self mentally, physically, and emotionally. I’m able to get this anyway because of my powers but it happens naturally also, if done right.
I glanced over at her new husband and he was sitting there with a hard on, just as quiet as a mouse. I taunted him a little and her too…
“You know buddy, I’m really sorry for you for what’s about to occur,” I explained on in greater detail, “I’m going to be the first one to put their dick in your new wife, and hell I ain’t even married to her. But that’s ok because by the time she’s done licking all the cum off the tip of my cock, she may just want a divorce buddy. I mean no offense, but with your little 6 inch dick, who are you going to please with that? Now let me show you what it’s supposed to look like.”
“Hey blondie, I want you to reach up and slowly take off the lower half of my clothes,” I commanded of the wife.
She reached up, with two trembling hands, and started fumbling with the zipper and button to my jeans. She reached down and undid my shoelaces and proceeded to take both socks and shoes off. I interjected a round of kissing and licking of my feet by my slutty blond girl, while on her hands and knees. When finished she came back up to finish undressing me. I had already pulled my shirt off and my nicely toned muscles were making her wet already. She slid the pants and boxers off, over my hardening cock, and pulled them off my legs. When my dick had popped free from it’s confines, she let out an audible intake of breath. She even paused and just stared straight on at the 10 in long cock…and it stared back! Since the beginning story, now that I’ve reached adulthood, my dick had gotten even larger. I’ve been told by my grandmother that it just keeps growing (because of the power), the rest of my natural life. Oh Darn!!
“What do you think of that pussy slayer? I bet you want to feel it fucking you, stretching you, emblazoning your loins with lust. Oh, your going to get your chance in due time you cock hungry sexy thang. In a few hours from now this will all be over and fading into your memory, and you two partners can go live your lives together happily ever after.” I explained the rules of engagement as I have learned it over the years. I’ve had several mishaps because loopholes in my system have come back to haunt me already about 3 times. It’s been at least a year since I’ve had any drama come back to my doorstep due to using my powers. I’m pretty sure it’s airtight, my rules of engagement. I went on to command their concious minds with all the safeguards and no talking or writing about this ever, with anyone, with anything, for any reason.
I positioned the woman on her knees, but on the floorboard of the limo. I’ve got her legs spread far apart and I push her head back on to the seat, and tell her to relax in this position. Her husband was on the same side only inches away, doing his duty that I had given to him. Which was to cuck on the sidelines silently whilst I broke in this new stallion I’ve found to ride. I couldn’t tell what was turning him on more, his naked wife, all submissive and naked, or watching my cock flop around as I prepared the scene about to take place. I caught him looking on more than two occasions…well it was an impressive tool, that most men would be jealous of, and most women long to be filled with.
I crawled up on to the seat and placed my knees on either side of the wife’s head, and grabbed on to the back of the seat for balance and support. She looked up at me wide-eyed, and almost got poked in the eye by my manhood.
“Hey, cocksucker!” I said in a low voice, “You know what’s about to happen here and that is I’m going to be doing some olympic events, my cock…vs….your slutty mouth! Open your mouth wide..aaahhh that’s a good girl….now stick your tongue out and keep it there. Good, now be still while we get you acquainted with your new best friend here.”
I lowered my engorged cock head to her tongue and just rested it there. I reached down and grabbed my rod, and slowly glided it around the entire circumference of her lips. Then i popped the head into her mouth, that was stretched open widely already. Teeth started to scrape both top and bottom of my dick, and I pulled back. I grabbed her cheeks and sharpened my tone when I warned her that if teeth touched my skin anywhere again, I would remove them for her, and make a necklace of them for her to wear forever more as a reminder…..a reminder that she should get better at sucking a cock. I briefly explained how she should keep her lips in between my skin and her teeth and this would probably go easier for her. I knew already(and from past experience) that most women had difficulty fitting my girth in their mouths without some jaw locking, popping, or dislocation. She tried valiantly as I kept pushing forward, letting my manly spear invade her mouth, to keep softer lips on me, and no teeth. I told her to suck it and move her tongue around it, whenever it’s in her mouth(or out). Her cheeks hollowed slightly and I got a got vacuum seal going on. I started long stroking slowly her mouth. I told the other bitch on the seat how much satisfaction I was receiving and thanked him dearly for sharing such a lovely married slut with me, even gracious enough to offer before he was able to partake himself. What a guy…what a friend…..what a chump I laughed at him kind of crazily. I’m fucking your wife’s mouth and your just sitting there watching…enjoying it even. We changed paces now and I started ramming my cock down and into the bitches throat. Every time she would almost gag, but where would she gag to? Somehow nature took it’s course and kept her breathing(for the most part), except for when I deliberately made her black out for a second, while I kept my dick lodged in her throat and explained what I was doing and how she was going to take it all politely and graciously! I let her have her and watched her eyes barely focus before fucking her throat some more. I felt my balls swing forward and smack her chin, with every deep push.
She was red faced and sweating now, her hairs clinging to the side of her face here and there. And bless her little heart was she trying to take it all like a champ. Most pro’s couldn’t take the pounding I was giving her, but since I gave her no choice, she took it like a champ. I continued fucking and taunting the pair for another fifteen to twenty minutes, and then stopped for a small breather. I sat on the seat like you would normally sit when riding in a limo….or a car with a seat of anykind for that matter, and dragged her by the hair up with me. I spun her around and told her to tongue bathe deez nutz, while I came up with the next task. I stopped for pictures of her and my cock at this time, and did many poses and clicks of her giving me head that would have sold for a mint on-line, but luckily I had no need for money or fame…it’s just for my private collection…and when I’m older…to privately view again…..and again!
Some were full length films that I made, some just snapshots, and others just words in a memoir, and your dirty imagination bringing it to life. Meanwhile, back at the batcave…..
The wife’s breathing had returned to normal after about ten minutes of licking my balls, and I knew it was time for round 2. I grabbed her by the hair again, with a fist full of blond locks and roughly dragged her head and face and forced her into the corner of the seatback and seat bottom. Stay, Bitch! I commanded. She whimpered in compliance. I spread her knees and feet apart with my legs, and left her slightly moist pussy wide open for the taking. I asked her if she wanted. All bullshit aside…if she wasn’t married, if I hadn’t basically just raped her mouth and throat…Did she want to be fucked good and long by this beautiful cock…she didn’t even hesitate to whisper yes…she wanted to feel that tower of power rip her pussy asunder. I pushed the head of my cock into her pussy and she almost screamed. It’s to wide she started to protest, and I gave her a donkey punch which I assumed hurt, but it also shut her up entirely, and I proceeded to drive forward….halfway….three quarters….man I don’t know where it all went I started telling her husband but fuck around and look at that. She has deep guts I guess…not that you’ll ever reach that barrier eh boy?, I joked at him, and just started doing lunges into his wife’s overstuffed pussy. She started moaning sweetly into every thrust, and I brought her screaming through an unexpected orgasm. Well, I guess since she got to finish, I should be able to finish too.
And with that decision made, I started riding this country girl for all she could take. I was pounding her crevice like some Greek God would have been like to a mortal. The whole naughty scene and what I’ve done and was doing…well it finally got to me….and how. My cock head was tingling and filling full of blood, and my breaths came ragged now too. I was seconds away from blowing a wad of jizm so strong it would have come up her throat and out her mouth had I continued to fuck her sweet pussy. But alas, I did not cum in her pussy, instead, I threw her back into her original cock sucking position, and kept grinding away to get my rocks off. With the first blast, I pulled out of her mouth and money shotted her. It went up her nose, on her closed eyes, and up and into her bangs. The second pump I ejaculated on to her waiting tongue, and slapped the head a few times on her face. The third and final spooge, I sat her up and made her keep it in her mouth. She just looked at me, cum dripping from her face, lips, nose….Swish it around I told her, across your tongue and teeth. She shivered as she complied, in utter humiliation and yet, still highly turned the fuck on. I made her then kiss her husband and he got her mouth full, which I then made him swallow. I thought he turned a shade of green but I didn’t really care. We both laid back on the seat a minute just touching each other, being close in the moment.
After a few moments I started getting dressed. I wouldn’t let them get dressed yet, I had something else in mind…as I stopped the driver and the limo… I told the husband to fuck his wife in every way that I just had…and like I just did. I told her she would let him replay things out just this once before they both regained full control of their will. After that, they were on their own to find their sexual compatibleness, however they felt fit as newlyweds. I exited the vehicle, and stepped into the casino to continue whooping it up with the bachelor party. I showed them a couple photos that I had taken in my phone of miss southern belle and her nightly snack of sausage, with a side of hot beef injecting roughly, and they just smiled and laughed.
On a side note, the wife tried valliantly for two years after that to track me down to invite me back into her home for an evening…or a week…if I would stay. She was one of the few ever lucky enough to find me again while I happened to be reading the right Craigslist ad, and oh yeah…I went and visited her and her husband again…much to his dismay….and hers too….she wasn’t completely honest about how much her husband wanted to watch me fuck his wife again…so it was a complete surprise to him when I came knocking one evening. As twisted as I am and have been, even I have to draw some lines and standards for civility. She duped me for a tiny second because she wanted to sit on this dick again, but it really backfired on her when I took her home for a weekend….as my new pet dog….and let her play with my two wolfhounds….and I let them play with her….. but we’ll save that story for just my personal memories, I probably wouldn’t tell it with much detail, but let’s just say….that bitch was nothing but honest and good intentions for the rest of her life after I got done turning her pussy out….I bid you farewell, until the next episode………….

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How to Unveil Yourself to Your Love

This is for all the women down there who want to keep their partners and they way to seduce them and keep them happy
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It is a totally natural masculine desire to watch the feminine unveil herself. How do you think those strip clubs keep in business? If you’ve never been into one (I haven’t either, although I admit, I’m curious—one of these days!) it doesn’t matter, because you already know how to unveil your feminine mystery to your lover! You don’t need to know how to dance, and you don’t need a video to teach you, and you don’t need to watch a woman strip in order to know how to do it for your lover. It is an innate, unique gift that the feminine can give, and with just a few simple ideas, and more importantly, a bolster to your culturally-shaken self-confidence, I know you will be off and running, and your lover will be hot and panting!
Our society has taught us that scarcity is the norm, that we never have enough, that we never are enough. This is a false belief that we have been fed, and that we continue to feed ourselves. The truth is that we are abundantly, naturally beautiful, sexy and sensual! The scary part is believing it, you say? Well, I have scarier news—you have to act on it first, before you start believing. In other words, you have to face whatever fears and issues about your body or your feminine nature that may have been imparted onto you, release them, and let yourself go—you may really surprise yourself, and your lover, if you do!
The Masculine Perspective
To him, you are already a goddess. The feminine is pure light, drawing his eye, making his heart race. The masculine loves to be tempted (remember Eve and that apple?) and believe it or not, he doesn’t necessarily want to walk in and see you naked and splayed out for him (although sometimes that isn’t a bad thing)—a deeper part of him wants to see you unveil yourself. He wants to watch you opening, like a flower.
The feminine likes the straightforward direction of the masculine, and so often doesn’t understand what the draw of the “tease” is, in “striptease.” Believe me when I tell you that the masculine doesn’t only like it—he needs it, and he absolutely thrives on it. If you want your man to respond, lead him into temptation. (And you won’t leave him dangling there—but we’ll get to that later!)
Unveiling yourself to him is a process. This isn’t a quick trip, it’s a long and lingering journey. You don’t want to just drop all the veils all at once—figuratively (or literally) speaking. You are going to lead him along, tempt him with luscious curves a bit at a time, and then cover them back up. Whatever you choose to wear, (and we’ll talk about costuming and clothes later, too) you will want to offer peeks, hints, a little bit at a time, working up to a fuller view.
If you want to add another dimension to the tease, create the ground rules just like they have in the strip clubs—he doesn’t get to touch you. That “rule” isn’t just for legalities’ sake, or just for the safety of the girls in the clubs. It also creates an air of mystery and temptation, when you can touch him, but he can’t touch you!
Preparation
First, you have to concern yourself about what to wear. You will probably want to spend some time in advance thinking about it, and most definitely cater to his tastes. There are men who love fishnets but hate whalenets. There are men who adore white cotton panties, and men who think they’re for old grannies. There are men who love latex, and men who can’t stand it. If this is your first time doing this, then try to tap into what flavors of the feminine he has a natural affinity for (you can experiment with other flavors of the feminine later!) You can play into his fantasies, if he has them—a school girl, a secretary, a teacher, a prostitute.
As you choose your clothes, remember that you are going to be unveiling yourself a little at a time. Layers are very important, and you may want to choose fabric that is mesh or sheer, or tight, or go with something like crotchless panties, which have natural openings. You’re pretty safe with black, in terms of colors, or even red. If he doesn’t like things on the “slutty” side, you might want to go with white. Mixing the “whore” and the “angel” dynamic is often popular, dark outer garments with white undergarments. Some men even like it the other way around, especially if your “naughty” black bra is showing through your sheer “virginal” white blouse. Some men even like the mixture of a sexy black bra, and white cotton panties. Remember to cater to his tastes.
You want clothing with lots and lots of buttons, or very looooong zippers. You want openings that take longer to get undone, to prolong the tease. Boots with long zippers are very sexy to take off, but they should have high heels. If you have a problem with high heels in general, try platforms, with wide heels. They give the same illusion but are easier to move in!
Don’t wear pants, or even shorts—skirts are the way to go, but nothing below the knee. Mini skirts are great, if he likes the slutty look, because you can bend over and show off without having to lift your skirt. You should wear a front-hook bra, because it doesn’t leave you awkwardly reaching back, trying to get yourself unhooked, and it offers so many more opportunities to tease him. Besides, there is nothing like breasts finally spilling out of a front-hook bra for devouring masculine eyes!
Sexy panties are a must, of course, that goes without saying, and something sheer or mesh is fine, but even if he likes thongs (and some men don’t!) don’t wear them for this—they are too immediately revealing. Stockings are very sexy, but unless he has a serious pantyhose fetish, I’d stay away from them. They are hard to remove in a very revealing way, and just don’t look as sexy as thigh-highs, or garters and stockings.
Your last accessories should be jewelry and make-up. You shouldn’t go overboard in the make-up department, but definitely do something to make your eyes stand out, to make your lips a little darker, your cheeks a little more rosy. Use a perfume that you know he likes and apply it liberally—you want to tempt all his senses. Jewelry shouldn’t be big and clunky, but rather sparkly and shining. Anything that catches the light when it moves is a plus! Some of the sexiest jewelry are things like belly chains, anklets, arm bands, and nipple rings (you can buy ones that aren’t pierced).
Setting the Mood
You don’t want to strip in a dark room (even though part of you may think you should!) This is about revealing yourself to him, so you want to give him the best possible view. That means good lighting, so he can see every part of you as you unveil it. You don’t need to shine a police-style spotlight on yourself or anything, just make sure you have enough lighting to see the details.
Now, stop hyperventilating! It doesn’t matter what you think about yourself, what size you are, how old you are, none of that matters, because your lover is attracted to your body, and he won’t be looking for all of the flaws that you see—he will be reveling in the perfection of your feminine form. Trust me on this—he thinks you’re hot, and he wants to see you naked. This is your leap of faith, remember?
You are going to want to use a chair for him to sit in. A kitchen chair works great for this. Make sure you leave enough space so you can walk all the way around the chair he is sitting in (you don’t want it back against a wall.) You will also want another chair (or a stool of some kind) for you to use, as well.
You want to choose good music, something sexy, with a beat. Something that you can dance to! Belly dancing music is actually good for this, but any rock/pop music with a good beat will work. Instrumental stuff is preferable, because it’s less distracting. It all depends on the mood you’re setting, of course, so choose accordingly. You can even burn your own CD of songs to strip to, or, if you can, program your CD player to play just the songs you want, if it gives you that option.
Now, when you’re ready to do this, you should tell him, maybe over dinner, that you have something planned for later. But don’t tell him what. Leave him hanging. Just give him a coy smile when he presses you about it.
When it’s time, still in your every day clothes, tell him that you want him to go into the other room and strip down to his underwear or boxers or maybe just a pair of shorts, his choice. When he comes back, ask him to sit in the chair, and run down the rules with him.
The rules are up to you, but as I said, it can be more of a tease if he isn’t allowed to touch you, so you can tell him that he should keep his hands at his sides unless you tell him differently, and that he can turn his head, but his back needs to stay against the chair. You can add the rule that he isn’t allowed to talk, if you feel it will create more tension, or you might want to let him respond to you. Feel into your lover and decide what is best. Also remember that his responses may ignite you, or they may make you feel more self-conscious, so take that into account as well!
Then leave him there, telling him you’ll be back in a minute, and go get dressed.
The Unveiling
Now is the moment of truth. Whatever you believe about your body, however ridiculous or self-conscious you may feel, you need to remember that you are a beautiful, feminine form, and to him, you are a goddess. If you relax into that thought, it will be easier to do this. Remember that this is a gift for him. He is excited by you, and he thinks you are incredibly sexy. Don’t doubt that. You’ll see it in his eyes when you come into the room, you just have to take that leap. Ready? Now, it’s time to drive him crazy!
When you come into the room, walk like you know you’re beautiful—because you are. Slow, sensuous, sexy, slinky, that’s you. Start the music and circle his chair, and let him get a good look at your outfit, whatever it is you’ve chosen. Look into his eyes, see what you’re doing to him. It will give you courage.
When you move behind his chair, lean over and brush up against him, let your hair fall over him, if it’s long, and tell him that you are going to unveil yourself to him. Or tell him that you’re going to dance for him. Or tell him you’re going to strip for him. Go with what you know he wants to hear.
Come around to the front of his chair and turn around so your back is to him. Put your hands on your hips and give him a pouty, sultry look over your shoulder. Or blow him a kiss. Turn around to face him and bend over with your hands on your knees and let him get a glimpse down the V of your shirt.
You want to keep moving—it keeps his eyes drawn to you. They don’t have to be large, grand movements, just make sure some part of you is moving, your hips swaying, your hands moving over your body. You can tease him by straddling one of his legs and rubbing yourself over his thigh for a moment. Don’t stay too long, though, and if he touches you or reaches to touch you, remind him of the rules.
You want to give him visual access to every inch of you, so don’t stay in one position long. Once in a while, switch it up and move behind him. Your heart will skip a beat when you see your lover straining his head to see what you’re doing back there. Run a hand through his hair. Whisper something in his ear. “Do you like what you see?” Then move out in front of him again, still moving your hips to the music.
Remember that the whole world swings on a woman’s hips. It is the seat and soul of your power. Rock your hips, roll them, sway them, shimmy them. You want to move as if you are the most graceful, sexiest woman in the world—and to him, you are! You may want to dance for him a while, moving back and forth, closer to him so you can touch him—and not with your hands, this time. Now, you want to work on touching him with different parts of your body—your crotch, your breasts, your ass. Rub up against him, wiggle, squirm, make soft sighs and noises when you do. You can touch his cock, too (it’s fun to find out just how he’s responding!) but remember to only do it briefly, just to tease him.
When you are ready to start unveiling yourself, begin slowly. Draw everything out. Don’t just undo your entire button-down, tied-at-the-waist school girl blouse in one fell swoop! Unbutton a button, and then pull your shirt over a little, to let him see the swell of your breast. Do that on the other side, too. You little tease! That’s just how to do it. Unbutton another button, and show him a little more flesh. And then a little more. Then move to another part of the body, change it up.
You can use the second chair or stool to put your leg up on, to bend over, to straddle. You can go all “Flashdance” on the chair (without all the water, of course.) You can sit on the chair and pretend to ride it. You can sit sideways and kick your legs up (make sure you have a good hold on the chair—falling during an unveiling is a bit embarrassing) and turn toward him to straddle it. Show him those panties under your skirt. Then bend forward and let him glimpse your breasts again. Lick your lips, wink at him, purse your mouth like you want to kiss him. If you think it’s dramatic and over-the-top, do it anyway. It’s what works!
You want to touch all those parts of yourself that you are slowly revealing, and you want to do it before they’re unclothed, too. Cup your breasts and press them together, if you have enough flesh there to do that. If not, then just pinch your nipples through your bra, make them stand up for him. Rub your hands over the swell of your ass. Put your leg up on the chair, and slide one hand up, from ankle to thigh. You can pull up your skirt, and rub yourself through your panties, too. Show him all those places you like to be touched that feels good—and let him see and hear it on your face. Really give him a show!
Keep tempting him, giving him peeks. You can remove stockings and boots or shoes with your leg up on the chair for effect. When you have your shirt undone, don’t just open it wide—turn around, and slip it off a shoulder at a time, looking back at him. Then, turn his way again, but hold your shirt over your bra and tease him some more before you toss it aside.
Remember to rub and touch any part of your body that you’ve just revealed. Unzip your skirt while you’re facing him (side zippers are perfect) and wiggle it down, then turn and bend over as you slip it off. You can slip your panties down a little to show him your ass, but pull them back up again before turning around and facing him to tease him some more.
You should touch him, too, after each reveal, so remember to move in and rub this newly exposed flesh against him—your breasts still in your bra or your ass still covered by your panties. When you do finally remove your bra, shimmy your shoulders, and shake your breasts. Come close to him and do it, don’t be shy, but keep them just out of his reach.
When you are down to just your panties, straddle his leg again, and rub your crotch up and down, back and forth. When you finally do remove your panties, let him wait a while before you turn around and bend over so he can see you. (And you have remembered to trim or shave, right?) You may want to put your hands back there and spread everything open for a moment so he has a good peek, but don’t stay too long. You can move anywhere you want, crawl on the floor, kneel in front of him, lay down and scissor your legs in the air, and then spread them wide, just for a moment, before bringing them back together again.
Pose for him. Dance for him. And talk to him. When you touch yourself, moan out loud. Ask him if he likes what you’re doing. Slip your hand into your panties and tell him, “I’m getting so wet.” Tweak your nipples, and cup your breasts, offer them to him just out of his reach and ask, “Do you like them?” You can even ask him what he wants to see next, but never give him exactly what he wants. Remember, this is about teasing him!
Now, when you have worked him into a fevered pitch, and his eyes are bright with lust and he is breathing hard, now is the time to let him watch you touch yourself and make yourself cum for him. You can lay on the floor and spread your legs, put your feet up on his knees if you want. You can bend over, if he likes that view, and finger yourself from behind. You can use his bare thigh, if you like, and make a sloppy, wet mess all over. He’ll love it, trust me.
And finally, you get to give him what he wants—whatever he wants. Offer it to him. If he wants a blowjob there in the chair, give it to him. If he wants to fuck you doggie-style on the floor, go for it. If you wants to take you to bed, you can do that, too. He will probably be very aroused at this point, and whatever happens will be very passionate. You will probably be feeling extremely sexy and willing at this point, too, after seeing his response to your unveiling.
This is your gift to him—and to yourself. Remember that it is about revealing not just your body, but your heart as well. Put all of your love and devotion, all of your passion and desire, into your eyes. Give him your heart while you are revealing yourself to him—worship him like a god. Unveiling isn’t just about the physical, especially when it takes place between lovers. It is also a symbolic act, stripping away your layers and making yourself vulnerable to him. That’s one reason it requires such a leap of faith. But once you do it, and you see and feel his response, you’ll love how it changes you. It will make you want to do it again and again—just think of the possibilities!
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