Adult Story

A Tale of Incest II

Here it is guys. The sequel. The final chapter in this story.
I was planning this for a Mother’s Day release (*wink wink*), but the story submission page was down. Ahh well, here it is regardless. Might seem far-fetched in some places but hey, it’s fiction. Happy fapping.
Part 1: A Dream, Current Times
I was laying in bed. I wasn’t sure how I got here, but I was here.
I was wearing a simple bikini, splattered with images of flowers and hearts.
Rose petals made a pathway from the foot of the bed to the open doorway.
Candles lit the dark room. They were strewn all across the surfaces, creating a dim evening light.
I sat up slightly. Looking down between my spread legs, pussy facing the door, I saw a shadow in the hallway.
“Hello?” I called, “Anyone there?”
No answer. But the shadow moved again, and Daniel appeared in the doorway.
“Daniel? What’s going on?” I asked.
He said nothing.
He walked into the room, down the rose pathway, to the foot of the bed.
“Daniel?…..”
Then, without warning, he instantly turned into a snake.
“Wha?….” I began to say, but before I could finish the word, Daniel began to slither up to my pussy.
He stopped once he got near me and looked up at me. I looked back, in confusion.
Then, suddenly, his head started to push up against my pussy lips. Parting them, he began to slither into my pussy.
I gasped, my hands pressing down on the sheets as he made his way inside of me.
I could feel him in me. Slithering around, making his way up my stomach, up into my chest, and finally resting in my breasts. I could feel him coil up and lay down in my chest.
I grasped my breasts and squeezed, feeling him inside of me.
Then I felt a part of his lower body branch off and make it’s way down my ass. I could feel it getting larger and larger, and by the time it reached the opening of my asshole,
it was the circumference of a baseball. The same started to happen with my pussy. It swelled to the same size and the tail began to play with my clit.
I was in ecstasy heaven. Both of my holes were being stimulated as well as my tits and my clit. I was shaking all over. Then, to add even more, I felt everything begin to
vibrate. My breasts, my asshole, my pussy. The whole thing was vibrating.
I just could take it anymore. I began to writhe in orgasm. My whole body was shaking and moving. My pussy felt like it was on fire.
The orgasm lasted a good 2 minutes before the tremors began to subside. The vibrating began to slow to a small buzz. I felt it start to move out of my chest as it began to
retract in my ass and pussy, getting smaller. Finally, it was out of me completely, and, with a quiet slither, disappeared out of the room. I looked up to see the tail disappear
around the doorway and a large shadow appear again.
Then I heard a faint whisper.
“I love you, Mom.”
With these soothing words, I layed back down and closed my eyes, the words resonating in my head.

I awoke. It was daylight. The door was open and light flooded the room. I moved my legs and felt something wet. I threw the cover off and saw that the sheets were soaked.
“Wow,” I thought, “That must have been a real wet dream. My pussy is still wet even.”
I quickly closed the door and began to change the sheets. I put on a nice push-up bra and G-string then a nice thin white tanktop and jean short shorts. Once the sheets
were changed, I opened to the door and headed downstairs.
Yesterday was Daniel’s 14th birthday. He had had some friends over and they stayed the night downstairs while I slept upstairs. Reaching the bottom of the steps, I greeted
the boys.
“Hey guys, you sleep ok?” I asked them.
“Yep!” they replied.
“Good,” I said, with a smile.
The boys stayed for about an hour more then started to file out the door. Once the last one left, we waited until the car turned at the end of the road then closed the blinds.
“About time,” I said while starting to take my top off. Daniel already had me from behind, caressing my breasts. I let out a moan and turned around. Our lips embraced as we
made our way to the couch. He started to take off his clothes while I pulled off my shorts and panties.
Once we were both naked, we layed down on the couch and started to make love.
This session was really good. I could feel him pumping in and out of me while my pussy squeezed on his cock.
“I missed you last night,” I said, “So did my pussy. It was very lonely.”
“Well,” he said, “Am I making up for it now?”
I smiled and grabbed my breasts as I closed my eyes. “Oh…very much so, baby. You’re making your mother very happy right now.”
We were doing the missionary position and I had my legs up in the air, enjoying it fully, his cock thrusting in and out of me.
I leaned up and whispered, “Hey, babe, wanna stick it in my ass?”
“Only if you lay face down. I like it that way.”
“I know,” I said with a smile.
He pulled out of my pussy and I turned over, stomach down on the couch.
“Your ass looks great, Mom,” he said, caressing it.
“Thanks, sweetie. It makes me feel good when you say stuff like that.”
He dipped down and positioned his cock in front of my ass. Then I felt him push forward. His cock slid perfectly into my ass crack. Then I felt him push at my asshole and
enter it. I gasped.
“Be careful, baby,” I said, “My asshole hasn’t quite warmed up yet. Take it slow at first, k?”
He nodded and started to thrust in and out of my ass. It felt great. I reached down with my right hand spread my pussy lips while playing with my clit. My breathing became
heavy and I started to moan.
“Oh yea, baby. Keep pumping that cock into Mommy’s ass. It feels so good.”
He began to thrust deeper and harder. In, out, in, out. I felt him take his right hand and grab my breast, squeezing while he slammed his cock in and out of my ass, over and
over. Then, I couldn’t take it anymore, and neither could he. We both started to cum at the same time. His strokes into my ass became slower as I felt his cum shoot into me. My
body was shaking as my pussy became really hot as it also began to shake.
So there we were. Mother and Son. Writhing in orgasmic ecstasy together.
Finally, our orgasms started to subside and quiet down. Then we quietly began to get dressed again. I sat up and slid my panties back on, sliding them up my ass crack and
covering the asshole that was now filled with my son’s cum.
It had been about 1 week since I found out I was pregnant with my son’s child. I still wasn’t sure how to feel about it, or quite what to do. I didn’t want to abort it, that’s for
sure. I had been meaning to ask Daniel what his thoughts were. In fact, I should probably do that now….
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I sat next to Mom while we got dressed. I watched as she slid her panties on, snuggling up cozily to her damp warm pussy. I had started to put my underwear back on when
Mom turned to me and said “Hey, sweetie?”
“Yea?”
“I want to talk to you about the baby.”
“Uhh, ok. What do you want to talk about?”
“Well, everything. Do you think we should keep it?”
“Of course. I don’t want to abort it. We’ll keep it and raise it.”
I moved closer to Mom and set my hand on her thigh, slightly squeezing and rubbing it.
“I also had an idea about the baby that I wanted to run by you.”
“And what would that be, honey?”
“What if it was a girl?”
“What do you mean?”
I smiled and moved me hand up her thigh and rested it on her panties, cupping my hand around her pussy mound.
“Well, if it was a girl, and we raised her….do you think I would be able to fuck her too? When she gets older?”
Mom smiled and bit her lip.
“Fuck your daughter? The daughter you had with your own mother?”
She spread her legs partially and thrust her crotch forward slightly.
“You’re a pervert, you know that?”
But then, with a smile, she said “But that’s what I love about you.”
Then, she leaned in and gave me a nice long kiss.
Part 2: An Interesting Development
2 months had passed now, since Mom’s impregnation. Things had been going along normally. Our sex life was still fantastic and Mom had been feeling fine. She had been
checking into different pregnancy details, mainly to find out when she could get an ultrasound to find out what the gender of the baby was.
I opened my eyes. I was in bed. Mom’s bed. I turned over to see her laying there, naked, voluptuous and beautiful. I blinked. Today was the “Bring your Kid to Work Day” at
Mom’s office. Mom wanted me to go into work with her and see how her days went.
I snuggled up to Mom and ran my hand down her side, resting it on her ass cheek.
“Mom,” I said, “Time to wake up.”
She groaned and stretched. As she did so, she turned over to face me. “Oohhhh. Good morning, sweetie,” she said, wrapping her arms around my head as I looked down at
her. “How’s my lover this morning?”
“Great,” I said, “I get to wake up to your beautiful face everyday.” I brushed her hair behind her ear. “And your beautiful body.” I ran my fingers from her cheek, down her
neck, between her breasts, across her stomach and rested them on her pussy mound. “Of course I’m great.”
She smiled, leaned up and gave me a quick kiss. “You have no idea how much I love you, baby.”
With that, she got up from bed and headed for her dresser.
I sat and watched as she got out various articles of clothing and started to put them on. I watched as she put on a pair of stockings, rolling them up her thighs. I watched as
she got out the set of blue panties with a heart on the front and slid them up her legs until they hugged her pussy tightly. I watched as she got out a black lace bra and slid
it on so it was cupping her perky breasts.
She looked at me. “Don’t just lay there. You have to get dressed too.”
“Oh, right!” I sat up and went to my room to change.
Once I was done, I walked out and saw Mom in her room, putting on her shoes. I walked in and saw her wearing her normal office wear. But beneath, I knew all the intimates
she was wearing. The clothing that was snuggling up against the private areas of Mom’s figure that I had caressed the night before. And the night before. And the night before.
“You ready?” I asked.
“Yea,” she said, standing up, “Let’s go.”
Mom’s office was a couple miles away from our house. When he got there, we saw a bunch of other employees with their kids following them around. And that’s how a
majority of my day went. I followed Mom everywhere as she showed me how her day progressed. A majority of her day was spent in her office, which she showed me after a
meeting that a bunch of other parents and kids attended. Her office was decently spacious and well furnished.
Mom took me over to her desk. “Sit here,” she said, pointing to one of the chairs in front of the desk. While I sat down, Mom went over to the door, locked it, and walked
back to the desk. She went behind the desk, opened a drawer, and pulled out a pair of panties. Walking back around to the front of the desk, she said “Watch this…”
She then proceeded to sit on her desk, facing me, and then removed her shoes. She then removed her panties from underneath her skirt and put her feet up on the desk.
This gave me a nice, open view of Mom’s pussy between her spread legs. Then, leaning back, she began to rub the panties against her pussy. “You ready?” she asked. “I
suppose,” I replied. She smiled, then began to shove the panties into her pussy. With each push, the panties were driven deeper and deeper into her. Finally, they were all the
way in, not even giving any appearance that she had anything in her vagina at all. “Now fuck me in the ass,” she said, pulling off her skirt. I walked over to her and pulled
down my pants. I had already had a raging hard on. Pulling Mom towards me by her legs, I positioned my cock in front of her inviting asshole and leaned in. Her asshole was
warm and tight. Mom laid back all the way on her desk, sighing. Then I went to town, thrusting in and out of my mother’s ass, feeling her constrict and relax as she flexed
her ass muscles. “Don’t stop,” she whispered, “I think I’m gunna cum….” I thrust deeper and harder after hearing this, and began to rub my fingers over Mom’s pussy. I
spread her vaginal lips and massaged her clitoris with one hand, and reached the other up to her clothed breasts and squeezed them. Then I felt Mom’s asshole tighten
around my cock and hold it in place. While she came, I went crazy on her clitoris and shoved a couple fingers into her pussy, feeling the panties inside. Once she was done,
she said, “Alright, baby. Fill up my ass. Shoot that load deep into me.” Those words sent me over the edge. My thrusts slowed as I shot stream after stream of cum deep into
my mother’s ass. “Ohhhh,” she moaned, “I can feel it inside of me.”
Once I had finished, I pulled out and put my pants back on. Mom took her panties and put them back on. Her panties were still stuffed deep into her pussy and my sperm
was still far up her ass, but she put her panties back on anyway. She put her skirt on afterward and then stood up. “I’ll take my lunch and drive you home,” she said, walking
to the door, “No need to stay around here. My work is boring anyway.”
She winked at me.
It was around 6 that Mom finally got home from work. She walked in the front door, sat down on the couch and turned on the TV, taking off her shoes as she did so. “Long
day?” I asked. “Sort of,” she said, taking off her vest leaving just her white blouse on top.
I sat down next to her and watched some TV. I rested my hand on her thigh while she leaned her head against my shoulder.
“So,” I said, “Any new progress with the baby?”
“In a way,” she replied, “The doctor says that it’s looking healthy so far. No impairments or problems.”
“That’s a relief,” I said, rubbing Mom’s thigh, “Are they going to know that the baby is ours?”
“That’s the thing,” she said, “I’m still trying to figure out how to keep our relationship off of the radar.”
Then she took her head off of my shoulder and sat straight. “That reminds me….I almost forgot. My work is having a one month retreat. Me and a lot of the team have to go
to this thing over in Manhattan. They just told me today.”
“When is this going to be?” I asked.
“About 6 days from now, she replied, “When July starts.”
Nothing much was said for a while, then Mom continued. “Do you think you can cope for a month? On your own?”
“Of course I can,” I replied, “Daniel Jr. might miss you though.”
“Is that so?” Mom asked, rubbing her hand over my crotch, “Well, I’ll make sure he gets treated very well before his hiatus.”
She then pulled off her skirt, revealing her thigh highs and panties. “Remember those panties I got out of my desk?” Mom asked. “Yea….” I said. She took off her panties,
revealing her pussy lips. Then, reaching her fingers into her pussy, she began to pull out the panties. “No way,” I said, “Did you not have to pee all day or what?” “Well,” she
said, continuing to pull the undergarment out of her vagina, “I really do now, which is why I decided to finally take it out.” She finally had the pair all the way out. She took it
in both hands and presented it to me.
“Here you go,” she said, “When I’m not around. To use however you wish. All yours. Just ask me if you ever need them ‘refreshed’. Now I have to go. Bad.”
She got up from the couch and ran over to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. I was left sitting on the couch, damp panties in my hand. I brought them to my nose
and inhaled. My heart raced. I lowered them and gazed back at the bathroom door. The room was strangely silent.
Part 3: Hiatus
I awoke. Mom was sleeping in front of me, her naked back exposed. I had regained consciousness quite suddenly. It was peculiar. I sat up and blinked my eyes a couple
times, becoming fully awake. I went downstairs and walked up to the living room window. The sun was just peeking up over the horizon, shining its light on the house next
door. It was a house that had been for sale for the past couple months. It was a prestigious place. A little bit too fancy for this neighborhood, in fact. A large U-Haul was parked
in the driveway while a moving team was taking boxes into the house. I suddenly felt Mom’s breasts press into my back as she wrapped her arms around me from behind.
“Someone’s finally moving into that house?” Mom asked. “It appears so,” I replied. We just stood there for a while we watched the truck being unloaded. Then a man wearing
a suit exited the house and began talking to the workers. A woman followed soon after him. As soon as I saw her, I was entranced.
She looked to be in her early 30s. She was wearing a red dress that showcased her unbelievable cleavage and stopped just short of her beautiful, curvaceous ass. She
approached the man and spoke a few words to him. He seemed to ignore her which caused her to speak again. The two then appeared to get in a small argument which
ended when the man walked over to a BMW and got in. He then drove off down the street to work, I assumed. “Hmm,” said Mom, watching the saddened woman walk back
into the house, head bowed. “Looks like you may have something to keep you busy while I’m gone.” “You can’t be serious,” I said, watching the woman’s toned legs as she
rounded a corner in the house and disappeared from view. “It’ll be a challenge,” said Mom, placing her hands on my shoulders, “You have to sleep with that woman before I
get back from my retreat.” “Or what?” I asked. “Or else I won’t let you fuck our daughter.” “What?” I said, “Our daughter?” “Yep,” Mom said, “It’s a girl. Found out yesterday.”
I stared at the house across the street before turning back to Mom. I placed my hands on her ass and gave her a kiss.
“You’re on.”
The day had come. Mom had to leave. I was to be alone for 30 days. No sexual output, unless I acted on Mom’s challenge.
I was able to fuck Mom before she left in the morning. It was nice knowing that I had sent her out with a pussy full of my cum.
But then she was gone. Down the street and around the corner, and I was alone. To skip all of the boring stuff, I’ll just talk about my goal.
Fucking my neighbor.
A few nights after Mom had left was the first progress that had been made. I had been watching the house as often as I could. Everything seemed to be normal for the first
couple of days. The man and woman would leave in the morning for work. The woman would get home first at around 5 and then man at about 7. A 2 hour period where the
woman was home alone. So far so good.
But then, on the 3rd night, things started to happen. The man had gotten home and I could see the two of them arguing through the large kitchen window. After about a
minute of this, the man left the house in a fury and got back in his car. The woman followed him out and watched him drive away from the open doorway. She sat down on
the doorstep and vacantly stared down the street.
This is when I made my first move.
I left the house and walked across the street. As I walked up their driveway, I called to the woman. “Hey,” I said. She looked over at me as I walked towards her. She started
to stand up but I put my hand out, signaling her to stay seated. “Are you alright?” I asked.
“Did you have to see that?” she replied.
“Not have to, but I did,” I said.
“I am so sorry. Which house are you in?”
I pointed straight across the street.
“It won’t happen again,” she said, “I’ll make sure of it.”
“It’s fine,” I said, sitting down next to her, “I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”
She smiled. “How very thoughtful of you.”
“So,” I said, staring down at their lawn, “Where’d you two move here from?”
“Upstate. My husband got a position here in the city so we had to move closer.”
“Your husband, you say? How long have you two been married?”
“About a year now. It wasn’t always like this you know…” She was also staring at the lawn as she faded off.
“What’s been causing this strain then?” I asked.
“The job, I think. It’s only been over the past few months that he’s been so short with me.”
“Short with you?” I asked with a grin. I was treading on very risky ground with a joke of this caliber, but it seemed to go over better than I originally thought. She laughed slightly.
“In more than one way, I guess you could say,” she replied with a smile, “He just hasn’t been himself. And I don’t know what to do.”
I placed my hand on her back. It rested on her dress strap right below her left shoulder.
“Well,” I said, “If you need anyone to talk to, I’ll be across the street. My mom is going to be gone until August, so feel free to come over at anytime, ok?”
“Thanks for the offer,” she said.
I stood up and walked back over to the house. From inside, I surveyed her movements. She got up and went back inside.
I could see her, standing in front of the island in the kitchen. She took her right hand and placed it on her left shoulder, right above where I had put mine. Then she lowered
her touch to right above her left breast, where her heart seemed to be. I squinted, thinking. Then she disappeared from my vision and the lights soon turned off as well.
An interesting night to say the least….
The next event of interest happened the following night. I was watching TV at around 5:30 in the evening. The sun was just going down over the horizon. I was flipping
through the channels when someone knocked at the door. I turned my head and looked outside. There was only one car in the driveway across the street. And it wasn’t the
husband’s.
I got up and answered the door. It was her.
She was wearing some relaxed jeans and a sweater with a knitted jacket. Casual, laidback. Not her usual elegant style.
“Cold?” I asked.
“Kind of,” she said with a smile “Can I come in?”
“Sure,” I replied, stepping aside.
She walked in and looked around.
“Nice place,” she said.
“Thanks,” I replied, “Nothing compared to your enormous mansion across the street though.”
“That place isn’t as majestic as it appears,” she said, “It’s too big. Too cold. Lifeless.”
“I see,” I said, looking back at the living room, “Well, I was just watching some TV. Would you like to join me?”
She smiled. “That sounds fantastic.”
The next 2 hours were some of the most enjoyable I had had since Mom left. While sitcoms played on the screen, almost ambient, me and the woman chatted about our
lives. I found out that her name was Jennifer. We talked about our interest and hobbies and everything in between. The chemistry between us was fantastic. Eventually, we
got to the topic of sex. She told me that she actually had sex with a girl in high school first, before legitimately losing her virginity in college. I asked her if she still had
feelings for females. She replied, “….Occasionally.” I smirked. She then asked me about my sexual preferences. I told her that I tried my best to be a ladies’ man. She perked
right up once I said this. She replied that I was indeed a charmer and wanted to know if I was still a virgin.
I told the truth. She smiled and placed her hand on her face. “Interesting,” she said.
Before long, she decided to head back across the street. She slipped in that she would be “over again soon” before returning home.
It wasn’t but 8 days before my challenge was completed.
It was the next night. The one after our little life story exchange. I was standing in the kitchen, fridge open in front of me, when I heard a knock on the door. I turned around
and approached the living room window. Just her car. I walked over to the door and opened it.
She was wearing the same red dress she was in when I first saw her. Her hands were behind her back.
“Mind if I come in?” she asked, then displayed what she was hiding. Two wine glasses in one hand, and a bottle of champagne in the other.
“Make yourself at home,” I said, stepping aside.
“So therefore…she would want to go out with me right?” Jennifer asked. “Possibly,” I replied, “If I was in a situation like that, I don’t know if I would have dropped a line like
that though.” She nudged me slightly on the shoulder. “Oh whatever, I’m a charmer.” “You’re spot on there,” I said, “But that’s a pick-up line that would have to be handled
properly, even by someone of your caliber.” “I’m honored,” she replied, setting her 4th glass of champagne down on the coffee table, “But she was already a lesbian anyway.
And I wanted to experiment. Don’t you think I look fuckable?” “100%. But that line was just so….gah!” I made an incredulous face and she gave me a snide face. “Yes, well, I
never got to sleep with her,” she said, picking up her glass again and taking another sip, “So I just went home and fucked my sister.”
I nearly choked on my drink. “Come again?” I said. “I went home and had sex with my sister,” she said. “I wanted to experiment so I decided to just try out both sides of the
spectrum at the same time. Lesbianism and incest.” “I’m surprised,” I said, “You don’t seem like the type.” “We never do,” she replied. “People you’d never expect dabble
around in it.” “Too true,” I responded.
She gave tilted her head to the side and gave me an interested look. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“What do you think it means?”
“I think you’ve dabbled in it yourself.”
“In incest?”
“Yea.”
“Hmm…”
Now here is where I decided to let me secret out. Jennifer seemed trustworthy enough.
“…I suppose that you would be correct.”
“I knew it! With who? Your Mom?”
“Yep.”
“Kinky. How is she?”
“She’s fantastic. Knows all of the right moves.”
“Wow. What kind of stuff goes through your mind?”
“Well…it turns me on that I have unlocked the hidden, private side of her. You know, to be sticking my cock in the very pussy that gave birth to me. To be sucking on the
nipples that gave me sustenance as a baby. And then to lean up and give her a kiss lasting longer than a couple of seconds. To be doing what I’m not supposed to, but she’s
letting me and enjoying it. It’s amazing.”
“That sounds so hot. I need to meet her.”
“You certainly should. But enough about me. Tell me about your first time. With your sister.”
“Well, I had come home from the party and was still a little buzzed. She was in her room which was right next to mine. I peeked in and saw her laying in bed, the covers half
covering her. I noticed her ass peeking through the sheets. She was wearing polka-dot panties that were snug in her ass crack. I remember them vividly. Out of the blue, I
started to get turned on. At first I was kind of weirded out by this, but the alcohol did away with that pretty quickly. I walked into her room and closed and locked the door
behind me. I quietly snuck up on her bed and knelt down.”
It was at this point that I noticed that her nipples were so hard that they were perfectly visible through her dress.
“Her ass was right in front of my face. I leaned forward and gave her ass cheek a kiss. Then another. Then another. I was so wet by this point that I just had to go further. I
pulled the thong out of her crack and slipped my finger in. I rubbed it across her asshole then pulled it out and sucked on it. She tasted so good. It was at this point that
she awoke and leaned up. She asked me what I was doing. I decided to take a chance. I leaped up onto the bed and started kissing her. Full on. I think she was surprised at
first but within moments she was enjoying it as much as I was. I started kissing her neck and heard her whisper ‘I’ve waited for this for so long’. And…well…the rest is
history.”
As she finished her story, she also finished her 4th glass.
“Wow,” I said “What happened after that?”
“Well, I didn’t realize that my sister was a squirter. At one point, I was fingering her with her panties still on and she came, soaking my hand and her panties. The next
morning, we decided to start a routine. Every morning, we would wear each other’s underwear from the previous day. So that way by the end of that night, our panties would
be soaked in each other’s juices. We would then swap, sniff the panties while we played with ourselves, then eventually made love. After that, the next day, we would start
fresh and repeat. It was great. We bonded so wonderfully. But, after a while, she eventually found a man and married him and I did the same. But neither of us regret our
brief time we spent together. As sisters, madly in love.”
“….You have no idea how turned on I am right now,” I said.
She giggled.
“Jennifer?” I said.
“Yes, Daniel?” she replied.
“Would it be alright if I made love to you? Right now?”
She stared at me for a couple seconds. Her expression still the same as before I asked her the question.
“You know what?” she asked?
She then leaned forward and slowly connected our lips. It was a soft kiss. No head movement, just lips.
Then she disengaged and tilted her forehead forward to touch mine. I could smell her subtle flowery fragrance and could see her amazing cleavage nestled in her dress.
“I think that would be just fine.”
Our foreheads still touching, I pushed her backwards, making ler lay down on the couch.
I slipped my hands behind her and grabbed her ass as I started kissing her neck.
While she moaned quietly, I could feel her grinding her crotch against mine. She was even more impatient than I was.
“Do you want me to just cut to the chase?” I asked.
“Yes,” she replied, “Our stories were foreplay enough.”
This being said, I started to get undressed and she did the same. Her body was very similar to Mom’s, more perky though, yet didn’t have the prestige or grace of Mom’s.
They both had amazing thighs, tits and asses. Both ravishing women. Once we were naked, she lay back down on the couch and spread her legs. I was about to lean in and
make my move when she reached her hand up and stopped me.
“Wait,” she said, “I have an idea.”
She got up from the couch, grabbed her clothes and walked over to the door. “Where are you going?” I asked.
“Follow me,” she said, “You can leave your clothes here.” She then opened the door and walked out into the night.
Confused, I followed her and saw her walking nude across my lawn. “Come on!” she called back.
“This is crazy!” I said, following her across the street to her house. “It’s 10:30,” she replied, “No one’s out.”
Eventually we made it into the house and into the kitchen. She threw her clothes down and said “I want you to fuck me on the table.”
“That table?” I said, pointing, “Is that the one you guys eat on?”
“Yes,” she said walking over to it, her ass cheeks facing me, “When he eats breakfast tomorrow morning, I want him to be eating at the place where we fucked just hours before.”
“Speaking of him, where is he?”
“A late meeting. Won’t be home till after midnight.”
“Well, I don’t want to waste any time,” I said, walking over.
“This is where he sits,” she said, pointing to a chair. She sat up onto the table, right in front of the chair, and laid back. “I’m ready.”
I moved the chair away and grabbed her legs. The action was about to start right where his breakfast would be the next day.
I entered her slowly, but started in soon enough. She was fantastic. It was all the small things. The biting of her lips, her expressions, her eyes rolling back into her head.
Her tits were perfect because they didn’t bounce a ton, just swayed slightly as I ravaged her pussy.
“What about a condom?” I asked. “I don’t care,” she said. “Impregnate me, if you want. I don’t mind.”
Then, almost too soon, it seemed, I let loose, deep inside her. “Oh….” she said, “…..fuck….”
Just whispers. I could tell she was coming too. Her pussy gripped me lovingly and wouldn’t let go. I laid down on her chest as we both connected on a sensual level. I could
hear her purring slightly as her thighs shook and vibrated. She was in heaven, satisfied after so long of a hiatus. And then, finally, we were through. We had done it.
I slid out between her lips, which were reluctant to let me go. “That was….” she whispered, “…..incredible. I needed that so badly.” “Glad to oblige,” I replied, “Now, I have a
favor to ask.” “Anything,” she said.” “I need proof that I fucked you,” I said. “To show my Mom.” “Sure,” she said, “How about I sign my panties and give em’ to you?” “Sounds
good,” I replied.
She found a marker and the panties she had been wearing. “What’s your Mom’s name?” she asked. I told her and she started to write…
“Your son is fantastic lover. I am incredibly jealous that you get to live with that stud and come home to him each night. I look forward to meeting you sometime in the
future. Jennifer.” She followed this with a small heart and gave me the panties. “Good?” she asked. “Great,” I said.
Part 4: “I now pronounce you, Mother and Son.”
The day had come. Mom would return. Jennifer and I had fucked 3 times since our first, totaling 4 altogether. I even had the privilege of being the first guy inside of her
asshole. Always an honor, to be sure. At least I had a fuck buddy to keep me company during the 30 day period. And, soon enough, the period was over. And Mom was
back. She pulled up in the driveway and got out. She was wearing one of my favorite blouses that revealed a devastating amount of cleavage. I could also spot the pink bra
which I admired so much. “Welcome back,” I said. “Oh son….” she whispered and ran to me. She pulled me in the house and closed the door. Within 30 seconds, we were
both naked, and within 3 minutes, we had both orgasmed. “Wow,” she said as I rolled off of her, “I needed that SO bad. It was excruciating not having your dick in me each
night.” “Tell me about it,” I said, “I missed my little princess and her sweet juices.” I started making out with her pussy lips.
Then I remembered. I got up from the bed and walked over to the dresser. “Here you go,” I said, tossing her the panties. She caught them and read the words written on
them. “No way,” she exclaimed, “You did it?!” “Sure did,” I replied. “Come to find out, she has played around in incest too. Her and her sister were lovers for a while.” “No
kidding?” she said, “I need to meet her.” “She said the same thing about you,” I said. I walked back over to the bed and sat down.
“So,” I said, looking at Mom’s stomach, “How is she coming along?”
“Very nicely,” she said, “Your new mistress is being constructed inside of your Mother’s womb as we speak.”
….Talk about a turn on. Within minutes I was cumming inside of Mom again.
“Mom, I have something to ask you,” I said. We were eating dinner at the table. She was wearing nothing but a pair of panties, her usual household dress code.
“What is it, baby?” she said.
“Have you ever thought about getting married?”
At this, Mom stopped eating and stared at me. “….Wow….” she said, leaning back in her chair and sticking one hand into her panties while the other groped one of her breasts.
“…Are you serious?”
“Dead serious. Do you think something like that could work?”
“I’m sure we could figure some sort of work around. Oh man…” Her eyes rolled up into her head and she sighed. “My son, becoming my husband. We would have our own
rings. Holy shit, I am so turned on right now. This is an amazing idea. I want to do it as soon as possible.”
“Get married?”
“Yes.”
“How? I’m only 14.”
“Yea, I know. It’s possible.”
“Really? Do you think you could look into it?”
“Of course, sweetie,” she said, walking around the table and sitting on my leg, her moist panties throttling my thigh. “I love you. So much.
Not only is it fucking sexy to have you inside of me so often, but you’re a handsome young man with a good heart. It would be an honor to be your bride, son.”
You can most likely assume what happened next.
6 months in now, and Mom was showing. She never ceased to impress me with her ever-growing maternity lingerie wardrobe. Her hormones were off of the charts. Not very
many mood swings, thank heavens. Lots of heightened sexual activity though. Hey, I wasn’t complaining.
Her sexual preferences were changing. She enjoyed being on top more. Gave her more room and freedom. Plus, having her ever-growing womb right in front of me while I
had my cock buried deep inside of her was a massive turn-on.
She had started researching ways for us to get married. She was in a toss up between legally getting married as mother and son, getting married using fake identities, or
moving to a different town and claiming to be married. The legal aspects were tricky, as it seemed to be practically impossible to get married as mother and son in any town
really. She didn’t want to forge an identity for me or herself. So the most plausible option would be claiming. Yet claiming wasn’t the same as having her name and mine on
a piece of paper. Mother and son, wife and husband. Do their separate things during the day. Come home at night. Then make love.
One day, while we were sitting the living room, watching TV, she brought up a completely new topic.
“We should go visit my Mom,” she said.
“Michelle?” I asked, “Why?”
(It’s also important to note here, we never called my Mother’s Mother ‘grandma’. That is the only time I will use that word here. We always have called here by her name. It’s
just how we’ve always done it. How I grew up with it anyway.)
“Well, she should know about the baby. And even more importantly, about us.”
“Why!? She’d go crazy.”
“I don’t know about that. She was always open to sexuality during her younger years.”
“I still don’t know. Wouldn’t that be weird? Telling her about us?”
“…..Oh….my…..”
Mom stared at me for a moment.
“I just had an idea.”
“What?”
“Ok, once we started fucking, your outlook on me changed right? I went from your mother to your lover.”
“Yes. Your point?”
“You have a new outlook on family, right?”
“Yea.”
“Now that I’ve said that, visualize Michelle.”
“Holy shit.”
Mom had just planted an idea in my mind that certainly would never leave. I had never thought of fucking my mother before, and I had certainly never thought of fucking
Michelle, or even thinking about her as attractive. But now that Mom had said it, she was onto something.
Michelle had turned 48 last year, so she might have been 50 at the time of this conversation. Last I had seen her, she still seemed young and jovial. Along with Mom,
Michelle was a single woman. Her husband had left a while back, and since then she seemed to have been on the prowl. Taking guys home and hitting up the high-end
restaurants and clubs. From what I recall, she had brown hair, perky tits, a defined ass, and absolutely. incredible. thighs. Even had some strong calves. Imagining myself
between Michelle’s stunning, ravishing legs, pumping in and out of the vagina that gave birth to my Mother while she holds onto my shoulders and begs for more….gave me
an instant boner.
“So, we go visit her. Let her know about this and see what she thinks. And if she’s alright with it, I can try to seduce her if I want to?”
“Sounds kinky, doesn’t it?”
“Oh, Mom….” I said, turning off the TV and sticking my hand into her panties, “You always have your son’s, or, should I say, husband’s well-being on your mind, don’t you?”
“Us women need to look out for our men,” she said, spreading her legs and putting her feet up onto the couch, leaning in towards me, our lips almost touching, “My
womanhood belongs to you. You and no one else. My pussy is yours. For now and for always. There will be no others but you. My son. My man. I will take are of you as a
parent and as a mistress. A guardian and a call-girl. A mother and a lover. I am yours. Forever.” Then she kissed me.
I was lying in bed with the covers over me, Mom sitting next to me. She was wearing one of my favorite corsets with her pair of panties that said “My Son’s Best Friend” on
the front. You can find anything on the Internet if you look in the right places.
She was painting her toenails a bright pink.
“So,” she said, “How do you think we should confront Michelle?”
“About what?” I replied, “About the baby or me fucking her?”
“Either.”
“Well, we should probably start from the beginning in great detail. I don’t think we should start our conversation with ‘We are mother and son and we fuck and will have a
daughter soon’. We need to explain how we got here and how happy we are. We obviously have perfect chemistry because we are family, and that carries over into our sex
life. The way we present it needs to soften the blow. Then, once we explain that, the baby shouldn’t be a problem. And if she is ok with that, I feel that seducing her won’t
be hard. Our story needs to be told first before I try to get into her pants.”
“That sounds good. I think you should probably start it with your side of the story, just because she wouldn’t be as inclined to get angry at someone who isn’t her own
child. I can take over with my explanation afterwards.”
“Doesn’t sound too bad.”
“Oh sweetie?” she said, blowing onto her toes to dry them, “Would you want me to try and put in a good word for you? After we explain ourselves?
Might plant a thought in her head that you can act on.”
“If you want. It’s up to you.”
Mom swung her right leg over me and sat down on me cowgirl style, straddling my cock through the sheets and her panties. She rested her hands on her thigh-highs and
said “Damn right it’s up to me. I am your Mother after all. I am still in control over you. You need to obey me.”
She started grinding her pussy against my cock, the words “My Son’s Best Friend” crumpling and straightening out with each slide up and down my dick.
“And I say……..that I’m going to make you cum through 2 layers of fabric. Without even being in my pussy.”
With great pleasure, I obeyed her.
Part 5: Michelle
The suitcases were packed and in the car. Our visit to Michelle was planned and ready to execute. She lived about 2 hours away so we called her and arranged a 1 week stay.
Mom made sure to pack my favorite outfits.
The trip felt relatively short. Probably because I fingered Mom most of the time. Her orgasms nearly crashed us on occasion, but she begged for more after each one.
By the time we had arrived, Mom had made a damp spot on her seat from the 11 orgasms she had.
Michelle’s house was located in a suburb similar to our’s but seemed more high-end. Jennifer’s house wouldn’t have seemed out of place here.
Within seconds of pulling up, Michelle opened the door and walked out.
With my new perspective, I evaluated her.
She was wearing an amazingly tight black dress. Her breasts seemed to be about G sized, while her BWH looked to be around 36-24-34.
Her ass was very defined while her legs……damn. Indescribable. Amazing, on the whole. Mom’s genes certainly came from top grade female form.
“Hey, you guys!” Michelle said, walking over to us, “Long time no see!”
“Hey Mom,” Mom said, hugging Michelle.
“It’s been too long! Why didn’t you call sooner? And you’re expecting!?”
“Yes, yes. I’ve been….busy. Big business stuff, you know.”
“Of course, of course. Who’s the father??”
“Oh, no one you know.”
“A daughter after my own heart, I see. And Daniel…”
She gave me a quick lookover and I did the same to her. My context was probably a tad bit different than her’s though.
“…You’ve….grown.”
Maybe I was emanating some sort of vibe or subconscious messages, but I could have sworn that Michelle’s tone had gone ever so slightly sensual.
“What a handsome young man he’s become! Man, guys, it really has been too long! I haven’t seen you in forever. Grab your stuff and come in!”
Michelle walked back into the house. Of course, I had to do the obligatory ass examination.
Mom and I exchanged a look.
“Oh, just a date.”
“A date, Mom? With whom?”
“Oh…..just….a friend.”
“Do I know him?”
“Probably not.”
“Jeeze, Mom. You get around way too much.”
“Hey! Menopause hasn’t kicked in yet. And I wanted to have as much fun as I can until then.”
Mom and Michelle were hashing some things out downstairs while I unpacked upstairs. I couldn’t see them, just hear them.
“Fair enough, I suppose. When will this….guy… get here?”
There was a pause.
“Six. 20 minutes.”
“Ok, I need to talk to you. This is important.”
It was at this point where I expected Mom to call me downstairs and we’d execute our “plan”. Instead, their voices trailed off as they walked into a different room. Strange. I
didn’t want to go downstairs and interrupt though, so I continued to unpack. Before long, the door bell rang and footsteps made their way to the door.
“….Continue this later.”
Then the door opened and I heard a male voice. The rest was incomprehensible until the door closed. Then more footsteps up the stairs and Mom appearing in the door way.
“What was that all about?” I asked.
“Michelle’s gone. On her date,” she said, bending over, her jeans tightening around her ass.
“No, not that. What did you talk to her about for all that time?”
She looked at me while I was checking out her ass and winked at me.
“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”
While she was saying this line, I approached her from behind and pressed my crotch against her ass.
She looked back towards me and gave me a sexy smirk. Let’s just say that Michelle’s guest bed got introduced to doggy-style anal that evening.
That night, Mom and I were lying in bed, fast asleep. Something woke me up. At the time, I didn’t know what. But looking back, it must have been the front door opening
and closing. I sat up in bed and listened. I could hear Michelle stumble up the stairs and into her bedroom across the hall.
By the sounds she was making, I decided to go out and make sure she made it safely to her bed, at least. I opened the bedroom door and saw her in the her room. I bridged
the gap across the hall to get a closer look.
She appeared to be drunk, stumbling around the room, attempting to remove her jewelry, shoes etc.
Why was she home so early?, I had thought. If she was on a date, wouldn’t she have gone to the guy’s house or at least brought him here?
But no. She was alone. And seemed upset.
I walked into the room.
“Michelle?”
She turned towards me while trying to take off her bracelet with her teeth.
“Oh, Daniel! How great it is to seeeee you.”
She stumbled towards me, tripping slightly in her high heels.
“You alright?”
“Oh, just fiiiiiinnnee darling. Apart from being stood up, just fiiiinnee!”
“The guy stood you up?”
“Oh yeeesss. Took me to dinner, went to the ressstroom and never cammee back. So I drank a couple driinks and came back here and fell into a deeeeeep slumber.”
With this, she tripped onto the bed and started giggling.
“Michelle, you need to get undressed and go to bed.” (I hoped a line like this might trigger something.)
“I can do that allllll by myself. Just go back to Mommy and have some more fun, will you?”
“….What!?”
“It’s ok, sweetie,” she said, rolling around on the bed, “Your Mom told me all abouuttt it earlier.”
“That we…”
“Fuck? Oh yesss, sweetheart. All about it. And the baby, too.”
“You’re not upset?”
“Of course nott! Truth be told..” She hiccupped. “..Your Mother and I have had some….relations of our own in the past.”
“…..Really?! You and Mom….”
“Mmhmmmmm”, she said, slipping off of the bed and to her knees, “Ever since she was 15.”
With these words, she reached for my boxers and pulled them down. I felt no need to object.
My dick was hanging in front of her face, semi-hard. But within seconds of her grasping it, it was 100%.
Looking up at me, she said “Do you mind?”
“Go right ahead.”
She took me into her mouth instantly. Her tongue was soft and her lips gentle as they ran up and down my shaft.
No need to linger here, as this just continued for 2 minutes until I came down her throat as she took me completely into her mouth. Her gag reflex must have been
non-existent.
“Mmmmm, so good,” she said, licking her lips, “Now, sleeeeeeeep.”
She snaked her way back onto the bed, dragging me with her. She collapsed once on it and passed out instantly. I decided that I was fine where I was so I pulled up my
boxers, maneuvered the covers onto Michelle then got under them myself. I also fell asleep fairly quickly.
“Daniel?”
I awoke to that word. As I opened my eyes, I turned over to see Michelle staring at me, half a foot away.
“Morning,” I said.
“What’s going on?”
“You came home last night. The guy stood you up.”
“Yes, I know. I mean, what happened…..here?”
“Uhh. Well….let me ask you a question first.”
“….Ok. What?”
“What did Mom tell you yesterday?”
“….About….About you two….and your….you know.”
Whew, she didn’t just make it up.
“Ok, well, last night, you came home and I helped you into bed.”
“…That’s it? I sense there’s more.”
“…Do you want to know the truth?”
“Yes.”
“You gave me a blowjob.”
“….I did? Really?”
“Yes, really. And you were amazing, if I do say so myself.”
She leaned back and gave me an inquisitive look. Certainly no angry or upset emotions.
“Wow. Thank you, I suppose.”
“You’re welcome.”
A moment of silence….
“So, did Mom tell you about my intentions?”
“What intentions?”
“To try to make love to you.”
Another inquisitive look. I was amazed at how well she was taking this.
“No. Didn’t tell me that. Just about you two and the baby. Must not have had time before I left.”
“Ahh, I see.”
Another bit of silence…
“Well,” she said, “Do you still want to?”
My heart skipped a beat.
“Of course. You’re an indescribable woman who I would love fuck.”
She smiled.
“I’m honored. Well, I’m down if you are. Help me get out of this dress.”
She turned and presented her back to me. I unzipped the back of her dress as she slipped it off of her shoulders. She stood up and pulled her dress down. Past her chest,
over her breasts, down her stomach, over her ass before finally collapsing down her legs.
She wasn’t wearing any under garments.
She turned and displayed her body to me.
Amazing breasts. As firm and perky as Mom’s. Almost similar in every way.
Cute pussy with a thin layer of hair on her prominent pubic mound above sexy, shaven lips.
And her legs. Her legs…..I still can’t describe them.
“Wow. I’m speechless.”
“Your Mom did say that you were sweet,” she said, crawling back into the bed, “And she’s right.”
Our connection was fantastic. It’s like we had known each other all of our lives and were right in the middle of a multiple year relationship.
She laid on her back and spread her legs. The fantasy that I had previously now took place almost exactly as I had imagined.
My cock slipped into her pussy with ease. She might have been old, but her body refused to show it. She might have been 49 or 50, but she looked and talked like a young,
fruitful 30 year old. But it was still obvious that she had years of experience. Her moans, sighs, gasps, pants, cries, yells, whimpers, groans and hums were some of the
most erotic sounds I’d ever heard. Definitely on par with Mom.
Her pussy was out of this world. The amount of control it had was devastating. It felt like it was living, breathing and squeezing in time with my thrusts.
We both came after a solid 5 minutes of fucking. We tried to hold out, but we couldn’t stop driving each other crazy with all of the “small things” we’d do. I shot deep into
Michelle while she sighed repeatedly, short of breath. Her orgasm seemed very subtle and delicate compared to the way she fucked. Maybe there haven’t been many guys to
get her to this point before.
“Ugh……wow,” she said as I rolled off of her, “I haven’t felt like that in years. Mom said you were good, but I didn’t think anything like that….”
“You were incredible, yourself. That orgasm was pretty cute.”
She blushed.
“Well, well, well.”
Michelle and I turned towards the doorway where Mom was standing in a see through babydoll.
“You guys didn’t wait for me, eh?”
“Oh, dear,” Michelle said, standing up, “Don’t be so selfish. What better way to warm-up than an intimate one on one session?”
“Oh, I suppose,” Mom said.
“Plus, you’ve been fucking him for ages. Tell you what,” she said, laying her hands on Mom’s shoulders, “We’ll go out on the town today. See the sights. Meet some of my
friends. Get some of the best food. And then, when all of that’s said and done, we’ll come back here.
And have a threesome.”
“Oh, Mom,” Mom said, hugging Michelle, “You know just how to make your daughter happy.”
And what a time we had. Michelle knew all of the places. Sightseeing, elegant movie theaters, luxurious restaurants with friends and a homey ice cream parlor to bring the
evening to a close. Throughout the day, I checked out these 2 women to my heart’s content. To my utmost joy, they would bend over often for an amazing view of cleavage
or a tight ass in jeans or a skirt. Some of the more sensual ones were when they interacted with each other. The most memorable being when we were on a crowded bus
heading for the downtown district. The poles on the bus for people to hold on to were about 2 feet away from each other. Since the bus was so crowded, Mom and Michelle
decided to find some space between two of these poles. Their ass cheeks wrapped around the poles while their proximity to each other pressed their breasts together.
Absolutely unreal.
But eventually, the evening had come to an end and it was time to return to Michelle’s house. My excitement to fuck these two women at the same time could hardly be
contained. They seemed to be just as, if not more excited than I was.
When we got home, we went upstairs and into Michelle’s bedroom. They told me to get undressed and lay on the bed while Mom went into the guest room to change. While
she did that, I had the pleasure of watching Michelle change into a white satin chemise right in front of me.
Soon after Michelle was done changing, Mom appeared in the doorway. She was wearing a new corset that I had never seen before. Black, tight around her torso which
caused her breasts to look more voluptuous than ever before. To compliment this, she had on a pair of thigh-highs, garter straps and satin gloves. She looked like a
goddess. A pregnant goddess.
Michelle walked over to her and hugged her. “Oh, darling, you look so beautiful. How come you never came to visit me more often?”
“Now that I think about it,” she said, looking her Mother in the eyes, “I have no idea.”
At this, she gave Michelle a quick 1 second kiss. Just long enough to be sensual. A perfect pre-cursor to the explosive erotic event that was about to take place.
Without a word, they turned to me and started crawling up the bed. My heart was racing.
Mom started by kissing and licking my cock while Michelle made her way up to my face and started kissing me. This was the first time I had kissed her. Very reminiscent of
Mom, but she seemed to have her own style entirely. Soon, Mom was flat out blowing me while Michelle was lying on top of me, breasts pressing into my chest while our
tongues danced in a sexual embrace. After a little while of this I stopped kissing Michelle and told her that I wanted to eat her out. With great pleasure, she got up and
turned around. Her ass, groin and pussy were hovering above my head, ready for action. Without hesitating, she lowered her pussy to my mouth. I sucked, licked, kissed
and tongued her vagina ravenously. I could feel her rocking back and forth while I orally pleased her sensitive female areas. While this was happening, I sensed Mom had
stopped sucking me. But before long, I felt an all too familiar sensation as she sat down on me, enveloping me in her pussy. Then I heard Michelle’s sexual noises stop, only
to be replacing by sucking noises and sighs coming from both women. They were making out on top of me.
We naturally evolved positions multiple times. They both came about once every 3 minutes on average. I was trying to hold out as long as I could but it was incredibly
difficult. At one point, Mom was lying on her back while I ate her out and Michelle rimmed me from behind. Then we rotated. Mom ate out Michelle while I made out with
Mom’s asshole. Then, before long, everything was different again. I was fucking Michelle missionary style, her legs going up and over my shoulders while Mom was sitting
on her face. The first time I came was in Mom’s asshole. I was doing her doggy-style while she was lying on top of Michelle as they were making out. The second time was
in Michelle’s pussy. She was riding me cowgirl, while Mom was making out with me.
On and on it went. The sexual desire never stopped. I had 3 orgasms by the end and Mom and Michelle probably had a combined total of 20.
We lay there, sexually exhausted. Mom was down near my cock after having finished blowing me while Michelle was next to me, her breasts pressing into my side.
“That. Was. Amazing!” Michelle said, giving me a kiss, “I’ve never felt like that before in my life. So exhilarating and…..” She looked at Mom. “….orgasmic.”
“Tell me about it,” Mom said, rubbing my cock, “Who knew my son would end up being such a hunk?”
Epilogue: 15 Years Later
“I’m home!” I said, closing the door behind me. Mom came walking down the stairs, wearing a sheer babydoll and nothing else. “Hi, honey,” she said, “How was work?”
“Tiring, but went by quick.”
“Oh good,” Mom said, wrapping her arms around me and giving me a big kiss, “You don’t need to work this much, you know. With me retiring next year, we’ll have plenty of
income to keep up the place.”
Mom was 44 and I was now 29. She still looked sexy as hell and hadn’t lost any of her appeal. Simply aged. And aged well.
“Yea, I know. I guess you’re right. We shouldn’t be apart so much.”
“Damn straight. I am your wife. We can be together more than we are now and still be fine.”
Mom had found an incredibly hidden loophole deep in some state laws in an out-of-state small town. We were Mother and Son and legally married, nearing our 14th
anniversary.
“Anyway, dinner will be ready soon.”
“Cool.”
I sat down and turned on the TV, flipping to a sitcom.
“Where’s Emily?” I asked.
“Upstairs, studying.”
“The big history test?”
“Yep. She says the whole class is fretting about it.”
“Hmm. I’ll see if I can set her mind at ease.”
I sat up and walked upstairs. Now that Mom and I were married, I had moved into Mom’s, or should I say our room years ago. Therefore, Emily took my old room.
Emily was my sister and daughter. The child Mother and I had together. And she was gorgeous.
Growing up into a family shaped by incest, I knew everything about her down to the tiniest detail.
Her current bra size was 34D, impressive for a 15 year old. VERY perky tits too. Like her Mother, she had some meat on her, but wasn’t fat.
She just started growing pussy hair which Mom has been teaching her how to keep maintained. Emily insists on keeping it trimmed.
I opened the door to her room and saw her sitting at her desk, on her laptop.
Her brown hair was in a short ponytail. She had on a tight tanktop, with no bra that I could see, and just a pair of panties. She claims to enjoy wearing no bottoms….saying
things like “Well, my brother enjoys looking at my ass. Why not let him?”
Whenever we have normal, everyday conversation she refers to me as her brother more often then her father. However, when we fuck, it’s not uncommon to hear her cry
“Daddy!”.
“Hey, sweetie,” I said, sitting down on her bed. My old bed.
“Welcome home,” she replied.
“How’s the test coming along?”
“Really fucking hard.”
“Language.”
She gave me a skeptical look.
“I don’t mind you using it bed, honey. But try not to incorporate it in everyday speech. Will only hinder you in life.”
“Right, right. Anyway, yes, it’s hard.”
I placed my hand on her naked left thigh. “Want to take a break for a while?”
“You joking me?” she asked, flipping her laptop closed.
She turned towards me and jumped onto me, pushing me back onto the bed.
Making out with me was one of her favorite pastimes. She said that it was “the only enjoyable way to spend her free time”. I certainly didn’t mind.
Our lips connected as she stuck her tongue deep into her mouth. She was more of a sexual fiend than I was. She was getting me worked up fast so I disengaged and said
“Take off those off and sit on my face. Get comfortable. I’ll see if I can take your mind off of school.”
Without missing a beat, Emily slipped off her underwear and sat down on my face. She surprised me by resting her asshole on my mouth first.
So there I was, lying down, giving my sister, my daughter, anal cunnilingus while she sat on top of me, moaning and sighing in ecstasy.
My face fit perfectly between her petite ass cheeks. Although, it’s not like it was the first time it had been there.
“Oh, Daddy,” she said, getting off of me and lying down, “I want you in me right now. I need your cum.”
I turned and looked at her, her legs spread, pussy inviting me to jump in.
“Damn,” I said, getting undressed quickly, “I have a fucking sexy little sister.”
She grinned, filled with joy.
I moved on top of her and dipped my cock towards her vagina. She moved her legs up into the air, gripping my sides, and whispered “Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes.” I moved down
and slipped into her tight little teenage pussy. She did a sort of whimper/gasp combination as I started thrusting in and out. This is how she grew up. In a incestuous
family. Her father was her brother, married to his mother…her mother. She grew up with a sexual fascination towards both of her parents. Nudity was a common thing
around the house. Yet at the same time, Mom and I made sure to educate her in the way all other families operated, so if she wished to stop the incest with her generation,
she could.
That probably won’t be the case, however.
Her orgasms were always amazing. This one being exceptionally exciting. After a few minutes, she whispered in my ear “I’m going to cum.” I said ok and kept slamming in
and out of her. It started with a few quiet “Oh god..”s but soon built into “Oh FUCK! I’m cumming! I’m cummmminnngg! I’m cummi……..OHHH MY GODD!!!!!!!!!!!”. She
hugged me tightly with both her pussy and her arms.
My daughter was a partial squirter. Her orgasms were always body-shaking and produced fluid.
I felt it coating my cock while she screamed in pleasure for a solid 10 seconds before taking a breath.
After 30 seconds, her orgasm ceased.
“Damn, sweetie,” I said, pulling out of her, “You sure know how to work your brother up.”
“You’re not going to cum in me?”
“Not today. I’d like to fuck Mom tonight. And you’ve gotten me ready for such a date. I’ll fuck you twice tomorrow, alright? It’ll be Saturday.”
“Oh, I guess,” she said, putting her panties back on, “Thank you, though. That was amazing. You’re amazing.”
“No,” I said, giving her a little kiss, “You’re amazing.”
Mom rolled off of me and laid down next to me.
“Wow, honey,” she said, catching her breath, “You were fantastic!”
“Blame Emily,” I said, “She had another of her orgasms earlier.”
“Ahhhhh,” Mom said laying her head onto my chest, her breasts pressing into my waist, “That crazy little girl. So exciting to see her grow up like this, no? So perky and full
of life. And so fucking amazing in bed.”
I gave Mom an inquisitive look. “You been sleeping with her lately?”
Mom gave me a sly look. “Well, you left early this morning without giving me any attention,” she said, running her hand down my stomach and to my now non-erect cock,
cupping it in her hand. “And I really needed my pussy eaten out.”
“Oh, Mom. You’re such a slut.”
So there we were. Mother and Son, Wife and Husband, lying naked in bed, post-coital. Our daughter, my sister, sleeping across the hall, eagerly awaiting the 2 sex sessions
I promised her for tomorrow.
Michelle frequently visited the house. She’s gotten to know Emily very well, I must say.
Jennifer still lives next to us. However, her and her husband got a divorce because of the distance their jobs created. Interestingly enough though, using the same trick Mom was
able to discover, she married her sister, who also had divorced her husband. They both live together across the street.
We had made it. We were happy. And I had a hot Mom and beautiful sister….a beautiful daughter to…..fuck……whenever I felt like it.
….Fuck….

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The Sneaky Stepson

Foreword – This story though of a familiar genre was inspired by a letter to Dear Abby that
contained the line “My husband’s son – I’ll call him Duncan – came to visit”
The Sneaky Stepson
By rutger5 (An original story- copyright 2012)
“Don’t misunderstand me honey, I’m not dismissing your concerns but I believe you’re overreacting a little is all
”
“Overreacting? I don’t think so Paul. If it was the shoe on the other foot you wouldn’t feel the same I’m sure” Tara Ferguson replied to her husband. “I’m not saying Duncan is a bad kid but this isn’t the first time something’s happened either. Remember last year when we were all on vacation?”
“Now hold on a minute Tara, that was totally different. He apologized at the time and truthfully it was understandable under the circumstances. You have no idea what it’s like when you’re a teenaged boy and your hormones are running wild. At that age I only thought about sex, girls, eating, sports and sex and a lot more about sex and girls” he said fondly reminiscing with a chuckle.
“Okay, okay fine. Even I said at the time it was partially my fault for not being more careful. I’m not used to someone else being around and I was a little careless when changing. But this isn’t the same Paul. I know Duncan’s your son and I want him to feel that this is his home too, even though he’s not here often. But sneaking into our bedroom when no one’s here and going through my things isn’t acceptable.”
“Point taken Tara, I’ve spoken to him and he promised he won’t come in our room again. Duncan told me he wasn’t getting a good signal on his iPhone so he wandered the house until he did. There’s no excuse for him poking around here just because he’s hundreds of miles from his friends with not much to do. He’s given me his word Tara and I don’t see him often, what with him living in another state. Do you want me to have him apologize to you in person?”
“No that’s not necessary Paul. I don’t want him to be uncomfortable here or think I’m against him. As long as he respects the boundaries we’ve set it should be fine” Tara replied but she wondered and not for the first time why Paul had to make every discussion seem like a negotiation or that he was making a point before a jury. She understood he was a lawyer for Christ’s sake, but she wasn’t an opposing attorney but his wife.
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Breathing a sigh of relief Duncan tiptoed away from his father’s bedroom door where he’d been eavesdropping intently. It seemed to him that things had worked out as well as could be hoped for. Not only had his father defended him but for the most part Tara had agreed. He had to be more careful in the future he realized but not only had he gotten away with snooping through her lingerie drawer but they had no idea what he’d really been up to. The thought of that made him smile and he also felt his groin swell with desire.
Duncan slipped into the bathroom and locked it behind him. The first thing he did was pull up an app on his phone and check on the status of his wireless hidden camera. Suddenly he was viewing a real time, crystal clear picture of his father’s room. They were still talking, but since the camera had no audio component there wasn’t any way to know what they were saying. But he now had access to a bird’s eye view of the room anytime he wanted. Smiling to himself Duncan hit some buttons and the screen changed to a picture of Tara in a short black negligee.
He’d found a disk in the desk of his father’s home office labeled Tara and when he opened it he’d been pleasantly surprised to see a number of pictures of her. They must have been from a few years ago as she had a different hairstyle at the time, shorter than she now wore it, and in most of the photos she’d been fully dressed. But there were a few of her in the sheer black nightie and some of her in a blue bikini as well. Those he had put in an e-mail and sent to himself before returning the disk to where he found it. Duncan now pushed his pants down allowing his rock hard erection to spring free and up.
He ran her pictures as a slideshow as he took himself in hand and started to stroke his erection. With Tara’s images to inspire him it wasn’t long before Duncan’s hard young cock was cumming, sending the thick white fluid shooting into the sink basin. With a last stroke to force the last drop from his head Duncan then pulled his pants up and after putting the phone down turned the water on. He washed his hands while the water also carried away the evidence of his onanism.
They had a pleasant enough dinner that evening and everyone did their best to put on a happy face and nothing was mentioned about Duncan’s indiscretion. After dinner Paul went into his office so he could put the finishing touches on his preparation for the next day’s case. Tara watched some vapid movie on cable and as she did she again wondered if she’d done the right thing in agreeing to move to the suburbs.
Some of her friends had warned her that it could get mighty dull ‘out there’ for a city girl but Paul wanted a house with some property and there were a couple of country clubs with championship quality golf courses nearby. So she went along with him and there were many times she’d regretted it since. When she wasn’t an ‘office widow’ due to the long hours he worked and the lengthy commute she’d also found herself a ‘golf widow’ on the weekends.
That was why she’d gotten herself a job at a local law office even though it was only three days a week. It helped her from becoming too bored as well as allowing her to make use of her own skills. Tara was a paralegal, in fact that was how she’d met Paul. Her employer at the time had opposed Paul in a case and even before it had concluded he’d set his sights on the pretty young woman almost twenty years his junior. She of course had been flattered, especially as he had just been made a partner in his firm, one of the oldest and most prestigious in Manhattan.
They had a whirlwind courtship and within a year she had become Mrs. Paul Ferguson. He’d insisted on her quitting her job and she had acquiesced but after moving to the suburbs she’d become bored. Since he wanted no more children at this stage of his life and the social set in their tony town almost exclusively revolved around stay at home mothers and their broods she didn’t quite fit in. Plus being younger and more attractive than most of them certainly didn’t endear her to many, so she found it to be a lonely existence.
She was at the point where she was climbing her well decorated walls when she saw an ad in the local paper looking for someone with legal office skills. Tara applied and easily got the job. It gave her something to do and she’d become friendly with some of the women there including her boss who was a woman. But it didn’t help at night when there was nothing to do.
Duncan was in the living room but as usual his face was buried in his smartphone. She wondered if the kids of today would soon be able to have a real conversation or would they wind up communicating solely through text and instant messages.
When the movie came to its utterly predictable conclusion Tara turned off the TV and stood. Saying good night to Duncan, who pulled his head up just long enough to mumble a reply she headed to the second floor. Not really feeling sleepy Tara decided to take a nice hot bath. She slipped out of her clothes before pulling on a luxurious robe and going to the master bath where she turned the water on to the whirlpool tub.
Little did she realize that Duncan had observed her disrobing due to his hidden camera which was located in the HVAC ductwork to her room. Even though he had intended on being more careful after being caught the sight of her nude body had sent his hormones into a frenzy. After first checking to make sure his father was still ensconced in his office Duncan crept upstairs and quietly approached the master bedroom. Dropping to his knees he crawled into the room where he observed the open door to the bath but he didn’t press his luck by trying to peer inside.
Instead he worked his way to the laundry hamper which he opened. It took but a few seconds to pluck her recently worn black silk panties from the interior. Duncan brought them to his face and he inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of his stepmother. Slipping them in his pocket he snuck from the room and not a minute too soon for at that moment he heard his father downstairs coming toward the stairs. He was safely in his own room before his father reached the second floor and headed to his bedroom.
The next morning both Paul and Tara had headed to work leaving the house to Duncan. He had lazed by the pool for a while until the heat of midday had driven him inside. Using both Tara’s pictures and her dirty panties, which he wrapped around his fat cock, he came twice thinking about what he’d like to do to her. Each time he spewed his seed it was onto her worn panties.
Later that afternoon he received a text from his father stating that he would be home late that evening because the other side in the case was hoping to hammer out a settlement. When Tara arrived shortly before six thirty she was a little upset on hearing the news. She checked her own phone and saw that Paul had left a similar message for her.
When she asked Duncan if he minded having a pizza for dinner he readily agreed. Feeling a little down she opened a bottle of wine to have with dinner. Tara allowed Duncan one glass but she actually drank the rest of the bottle herself which was unusual for her. Two glasses was usually her limit but she wanted a pick me up that night.
After dinner the two of them stayed in the living room but as usual he paid most of his attention to his device as she read a book. On a few occasions she looked up to see him staring at her but he would quickly turn his attention back to his phone.
By the time Paul came home she was in bed though still awake with just a bedside lamp on. When he got into bed after visiting the bathroom Tara snuggled up against him. He put his arm around her shoulder and kissed her and to his surprise she returned his kiss hard. Wine always made her a little hornier than usual and it had been some time since they’d been intimate. As they kissed her hand worked inside the fly of his pajamas and took hold of his soft cock.
“Honey its late and I’m beat, plus Duncan is still awake” he whispered to his wife.
“Stop being a killjoy Paul” she slurred in reply as she threw the covers off revealing that she was wearing just a short red baby doll.
Paul groaned with desire as he saw how she was dressed and in a moment she was kneeling on the bed between his legs. She had now worked his hardening erection from his fly and after first catching his eye Tara ran her tongue the length of him beginning at the base. When she reached the head she wrapped her tongue around it first before taking it in her warm mouth. She savored the feeling of his hard cock between her lips as she started to bob her head up and down.
His fingers ran through her raven locks as she fellated him expertly, taking almost all of his average sized cock deep before sliding her lips up until just his head remained. Tara then took him deep again, wriggling her tongue against his swollen shaft as her head moved downward. His free hand slid the strap past her white shoulder allowing his hand to fondle her breast. She wasn’t large up top but her B-cup breasts were perfectly shaped and her pink nipples were extremely sensitive. When Paul pinched one between his thumb and forefinger it made Tara moan around his cock and sent waves of pleasure to her wet little pussy.
The more turned on Tara became actually spurred her to increase the speed and intensity of her actions. Tara took him even deeper with his head actually slipping into her throat. Giving in to the feeling Paul thrust his hips upward as his hand pushed her down until her nose was pressed to his wiry pubic hair. With a loud groan he swelled up and a second later he started to discharge his cum into her throat.
After four shots no more came out and immediately he started to soften even as Tara continued to lavish oral attention on him. Finally he pulled her off him and tucked his shrinking member back into his pajamas.
“Wow thanks honey, that was great” he said as his eyes closed sleepily “I owe you one.”
Without another word he rolled onto his side leaving her kneeling next to him feeling high and dry. Within a couple of minutes she heard his soft breathing as he slept peacefully. For a long time Tara remained awake and unsatisfied as she contemplated where her life had taken her. Finally she turned off the lamp but it still took time before she was able to nod off.
Little did she realize that Duncan had observed the whole scene on his iPhone from his room down the hall. As he watched his stepmother position herself between his father’s legs Duncan had started to stroke his own hard on as he sniffed Tara’s purloined panties and he had come hard even before his father. However it hadn’t slowed him down any and in fact he was well on his way to another orgasm when he watched in disbelief as his father rolled over and went to sleep.
He couldn’t believe that his father hadn’t fucked her or at the least returned the favor. He pictured himself in the same situation pushing Tara onto her back before giving it to her hard. That caused another powerful orgasm for Duncan and he then used her panties to clean up the sticky mess. He realized that he’d have to wash them as they were now saturated with his teen secretions though he also hoped to obtain another pair of her panties.
Watching Tara lie there with an unhappy expression caused Duncan to contemplate his intentions toward her. He’d been undecided before, having mixed emotions due to the family dynamic but seeing her like that combined with his emerging feelings and a healthy dose of teen lust was enough to help him make up his mind. Duncan went to sleep soon after with his plan fully formulated.
He woke up early the next morning and was there to wish his father a good morning as he headed out for his long commute. Duncan then tossed some of his clothes into the wash along with Tara’s panties before having breakfast. Knowing that she had no work that day he brewed some extra coffee so when she came down wearing a robe and a sleepy eyed expression he told her to sit as he poured her a cup of joe.
“Why thank you Duncan” she told him as she sat at the kitchen table.
“No problem Tara, I made eggs for myself. Would you like me to make you some as well?”
“That’s sweet but no thanks. I usually just have some cereal with fruit.”
“Well stay there and I’ll get it for you” he told her as he removed a bowl from the cupboard.
“You’re spoiling me Duncan but I guess I could get used to it” Tara told him as he put the milk and cereal on the table.
“Is a banana okay?” he asked holding a large up one in his hand.
“That’s fine” she answered “but it’s too big for me to have it all by myself.”
“Really? I figured you could handle it” Duncan told her as he looked into her gray eyes.
For some reason Tara blushed and looked away which made him smile slightly at her discomfort.
“I think I’m going to hang by the pool a while before it gets too hot” he told her before leaving the kitchen.
He passed by on his way outside and he noticed that she seemed to discreetly check him out as he was just wearing his swimsuit and flip flops. He arranged a chaise lounge to his liking and sprawled on it once he was by the pool. He’d been sunning for a little while when he noticed some movement from a second story window which he knew was his father and Tara’s room. Unable to help himself he used his phone to see what was happening in the room.
Duncan gasped when he saw that Tara was standing peering through the blinds while dressed in the baby doll he’d seen her wearing the previous night. As he watched she closed the blind and pulled the lingerie over her head leaving her gloriously nude before walking to her dresser. She opened a drawer and removed a one piece bathing suit which she slipped on. Tara stood in front of her mirror and studied her reflection from different angles before removing it and again burrowing into her drawer. This time she pulled out a skimpy two piece that once she put on hardly covered any of her sexy body. Seemingly satisfied with her appearance she then left the room.
Within a couple of minutes Tara appeared poolside carrying a towel and wearing sunglasses which hid her eyes from him. Duncan thought she looked incredible with the bottom barely covering her puffy mound and leaving much of her big round ass bare. The top covered just over half of her succulent breasts while still displaying a good amount of cleavage. It was obvious that she didn’t get much sun as her fair skin was as pale as a ghost but it provided a startling contrast to her jet black hair.
She carefully placed her towel and glasses on a chaise before approaching the pool’s edge. Carefully she dipped her toe into the water before abruptly pulling it back. For his part Duncan stared at his stepmother’s back and he felt his cock stirring as he focused on her sexy butt. Suddenly struck by inspiration he stood up and quietly crept behind her and with a sudden push he sent Tara into the pool. She shrieked right before her body and the water met with a splash.
He stood there laughing as she sputtered in the pool when she turned and sent a wave of water which drenched him in retaliation. Now it was Tara’s turn to laugh as Duncan stood there dripping with a startled look on his face. That didn’t last long though as quick as a flash he leaped into the pool himself. The cool water caused a moments shock but Duncan’s body quickly adapted. Tara had been further drenched when he hit the water and as she stood there he swam next to her underwater before he rose like the phoenix. She turned but before she could move he lifted her bodily and tossed her into the water.
Duncan then cornered her by the edge of the pool as she stood and for a moment their eyes met. Still conflicted by the situation Duncan fought his feelings and without warning he turned and launched his toned body under the water and away from temptation. For her part Tara was also unsure of what to do. Her body still ached for release and satisfaction but her mind rebelled at the possibility of achieving it with her handsome stepson.
He surfaced at the far end of the pool and without pausing pulled himself from the pool. He was rock hard in his trunks and he doubted that he’d be able to control himself. Without looking back he headed to the house and went inside dripping as he went. For a moment Tara gazed longingly at his departing figure as she battled the conflicting feelings. Until this time she’d never seriously considered committing adultery and the fact that she was considering having sex with her stepson shocked her.
Tara had never considered herself an overly sexual person which was one of the reasons she hadn’t foreseen a problem when she’d married someone old enough to be her father. But as their sex life had dwindled she had come to the conclusion that perhaps she had miscalculated when she had accepted Paul’s proposal of marriage. How else could she explain the fact that at the moment she was seriously thinking about sleeping with Duncan?
Tara got out of the pool and slowly dried her body as she thought about where things stood. Obviously she couldn’t follow through with her forbidden desire she realized, even if ultimately things didn’t work out with her marriage it would be wrong to sleep with her stepson. No matter how attractive she found him or how much she desired to get her bell rung at the moment. Feeling better now that she’d decided on a course of action Tara headed into the house.
Something to eat would settle her down Tara thought but she really should see if Duncan wanted anything as well. Without considering any negative consequences Tara went upstairs and approached his room. She knocked first and then opened the door but was totally unprepared for what she saw. There lying on the bed before her was Duncan and not only was he naked but he was stroking his big, hard cock. She stood there a moment, shocked and unable to move.
He seemed unaware that she was at the door as his eyes were closed and he was using both hands to bring himself pleasure. Tara audibly gasped as her eyes took in the sight of Duncan jerking his fat cock and she also saw that he was wearing headphones, no doubt listening to music as he stroked himself. She knew that she should turn and leave but somehow she was unable to force herself to do so.
She stood there with her mouth open and felt herself getting wet as her eyes followed his hands working his meat. The bottom hand fondled his big, hairy balls and the thick base as his other one ran the length of his impressively sized organ. He was biting his lip and as she watched his young body stiffened and his large cock swelled even more.
“Oh yes Tara!” he gasped out and the next thing that happened was his cock exploded like a veritable fountain of cum.
With an inarticulate cry Tara turned and fled and in her haste she left the door ajar. She went into her room where she shut the door and leaned her body against it as her heart pounded in her chest like a jack hammer. She squeezed her thighs together trying to fight her urges and after a couple of minutes had regained a semblance of control. Quickly she changed out of her bikini and into a pair of sweats and a tank top while her resolve was still there and then she headed downstairs.
For his part Duncan knew that Tara had seen him masturbating, in fact he had hoped it would work out that way. After leaving the pool he’d gone to his room immediately to relieve some stress caused by the combination of his constant teenaged horniness and his obsession with his sexy stepmother. He had heard her coming up the stairs so he quickly had put the headphones on though they weren’t actually connected and had closed his eyes almost fully, just keeping a slit open on one eye.
He heard her knock, then open the door and as she stood there watching he’d become so turned on that he lost all control. It had been his plan to drag it out and hopefully get Tara to join in but just knowing the object of his desire was watching proved too much. So when he felt himself lose it he called out her name at the least. It was such an intense orgasm that it wasn’t until it ended that Duncan realized she had left while leaving his door partially open.
Pulling on a pair of loose basketball shorts Duncan went downstairs in search of Tara. His orgasm hadn’t cooled his desire for her but had only whetted it further. When he didn’t find her on the ground floor he noticed the basement light switch was turned on so that’s where he next searched. She was in the laundry room removing the clothes from the washer from the load he’d put in earlier and moving them to the dryer when with a start she found her silk panties.
Unfortunately Duncan hadn’t read the label that said to hand wash only and as a result they were ruined and it was at that moment he entered the room. Tara turned to him and held them up questioningly as he approached. His face turned crimson and he was unable to meet her eyes.
“Duncan you have to be careful when you wash clothes and read their instructions first” she said but she couldn’t figure out how they had ended up in the basement in the first place. “Next time look at the label and by the way how come you put them in with your wash in the first place?”
“Umm, ahh” he stammered unable to come up with a believable reason so he did the next best thing under the circumstances and turned the tables on her. “I’m sorry ’bout that Tara, really. By the way I hoped you enjoyed my show earlier.”
Now it was her face that reddened as she realized he’d been aware of her seeing him masturbate.
“I’m sorry Duncan, I did knock but I guess you didn’t hear me over your music. It won’t happen again” she replied looking at the floor.
She raised her eyes when he moved closer to her, in fact near enough that not only could she touch him but she could smell his aroused, musky teen body.
“I didn’t mind Tara, actually it turned me on even more. I think you know hot I think you are and I thought it even before last year when I saw you naked that time. Now I guess we’re even.”
Tara felt extremely warm and her eyes darted around as she was unable to look her stepson directly in the face. As her gaze wandered, for a second it drifted across his lower body and she saw a large bulge pressing out from his crotch causing his shorts to tent out.
“I don’t think we should discuss this any further Duncan under the circumstances” she told him in a last ditch effort to avoid anything more happening when he took a step forward essentially eliminating the space separating their bodies.
“Duncan no..” was all she managed to get out before his hand took her chin and tilted it up as his lips swooped in and met hers.
For a moment her hands tried to push him from her but as they collided with the warm flesh of his chest and he hungrily kissed her, Tara’s shaky resolve crumbled. Her hands now ran along the skin of his torso while his hand pressed her head closer. Her pink tongue darted between his lips and eagerly explored his mouth as his much larger body pressed her tush against the washer trapping her there and she felt his erection pushing into her stomach.
Duncan started to rotate his hips and grind against her as his free hand grabbed her breast through the thin material of her top. Tara moaned in response as they continued kissing and her hands took hold of his ass and guided it down so he was now humping against her mound. When he pulled his mouth from hers and bit her neck gently she lost it. She yanked his shorts down, then lowered her body until she was crouching before him. Meeting his eyes she read pleading and demanding in equal measures and she didn’t disappoint.
Tara stared at the hard cock before her and shuddered with desire. It was rock hard and swollen and was twitching slightly even though it wasn’t being touched. The large mushroom head was a color somewhere between red and purple and she could see the clear fluid seeping from it. Tara wrapped her hand around it prompting a groan in response from Duncan.
She felt it throb in her hand and it felt so hot to her that she almost feared it might burn her. The raised veins pumped the blood about as Tara slowly began to work the turgid flesh. It felt so heavy in her hand as she unconsciously compared it to his father’s. Duncan’s was not only longer than Paul’s but also much thicker. Her hand was unable to encircle it fully leaving a gap of flushed skin between her thumb and fingers.
She reached her other hand up and fondled his low hanging testicles while continuing to stroke his cock. Tara squeezed hard as her hand neared his head which forced a copious amount of pre-cum to leak out. Suddenly she felt his strong hand in her hair and so she looked up at him where she clearly read the lust he was experiencing.
“Please Tara, suck it” he said in a demanding voice.
Taking a deep breath first while keeping her eyes locked on his Tara opened her mouth and first extended her tongue and ran the tip across his head, funneling the clear liquid into her mouth. Then without warning she opened as wide as she could and took as much cockflesh in her mouth as would fit. Duncan cried out as he was engulfed in her wet orifice and his fingers tightened in her raven tresses. She would have smiled if her mouth wasn’t stretched to its limit with young cock but she enjoyed his reaction greatly.
His was the thickest she had ever sucked but she was so aroused that she took it to the back of her mouth before sliding her lips back. Tara bobbed her head back and forth as she took as much as possible with each movement and she could feel her juices leaking from her lips into the material of her pants. She moved her hand from his balls and wrapped it around the base of his fat cock. Now as she continued to slide her lips along his shaft she also wriggled her tongue against its underside and her hand pumped the lower half that didn’t fit in her mouth.
“Oh my God Tara, please don’t stop” he groaned and she didn’t pause but instead increased the tempo.
It was more than he could take and without warning he felt the cum rush from his balls and flow up his shaft and erupt into her mouth. Whether it caught her off guard or not Tara gave no indication but continued sucking and stroking him with the only change being that she did her best to swallow every drop. In spite of her best effort though, Tara just couldn’t swallow it as fast as Duncan ejaculated his sperm and a small amount dribbled onto her chin.
Still it finally ended at which time she pulled her lips from him with a popping sound but instead of releasing him she continued to run her tongue against his overly sensitive head until it was clean. Her finger then corralled the stray jism off her face and she sucked it from her finger with a satisfied expression.
“Mmmm, your cum is delicious Duncan” she told him in a matter of fact manner before she became embarrassed by what she’d said and looked at the floor.
His hands took her by the shoulders and he pulled her to her feet and without waiting he covered her lips with his own. If the taste and feel of his own cum bothered him he gave no indication of it. When he broke the kiss he stared at her longingly and with a start Tara felt his still erect cock poke her. She gasped as she knew he’d already cum twice in a short period of time. Without warning he put his arms around her and lifted her bodily and sat her on the washing machine. Duncan took hold of her top’s hem and lifted and pulled it off her.
“Wait Duncan I don’t think we should
” she began but when his hungry mouth closed on her erect little nipple all she could do was gasp from pleasure.
He took as much of her breast in his mouth as would fit as his tongue flicked against her nub sending waves of pleasure to her already wet pussy. Without realizing it Tara’s hand pressed his head closer to her breast as he suckled it. Duncan gripped her waistband with both hands and yanked until her pants were past her knees. Slowly he started to kiss down her body and as he did Tara spread her legs wider giving him a clear path to her paradise.
Duncan continued to trail his mouth down her body until he reached the small well groomed black landing strip of her pubic hair. He took in the sight of her pink lips below, glistening with her womanly fluids and he noticed the heavenly smell of her arousal. Somehow he managed to bypass her pussy and instead he nibbled on the sensitive skin of her inner thigh but Tara was having none of that. She yanked his hair hard first before speaking.
“Don’t be cruel and tease me Duncan. Please kiss me there.”
He looked at her and replied with a smirk on his face. “Where do you want me to kiss you? Tell me.”
“My pussy Duncan, I need you to kiss my pussy. Please I’m begging you” she pleaded in a voice barely above a whisper.
He smiled broadly in reply before he buried his face against her wet womanhood. His mouth met her swollen lips while his nose pressed into her erect clitoris. After first showering her pretty pussy with kisses Duncan then began to run his tongue the length of it. Tara’s legs spread even wider as if that would bring any more pleasure than she was experiencing. Duncan’s fingers then parted her pink petals so that his tongue could lick her inner walls which he proceeded to do eagerly.
She ran her fingers through his brown hair as he lapped up her juices while delighting in the taste of her. When his thumb grazed her clit as he continued to lick her she felt her tummy contract and seconds later her floodgates opened bathing his mouth and tongue with her orgasmic fluid.
“Oh yes, yes, Duncan!” Tara cried out as her legs clamped on his head in the heat of her passion.
He rode her orgasm out and continued giving her pussy a tongue-lashing but once her muscles relaxed enough to free his head he stood and grasped his thick shaft and rubbed it against her wet pussy lips. He was just tall enough to be at the correct height and once his head was coated with her pussy juices he forced it into her opening.
“Oh my God!” Tara gasped as he split her lips with his engorged head while all he could manage was a wordless moan that reflected the incredible feeling he experienced as for the first time he entered her.
Slowly he pushed deeper and once the head was fully inside Tara it became a little easier as he worked deeper. His hand stroked her cheek as he continued driving. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs did the same around his waist when he started to pull back but he quickly reversed course and slammed as deep as he could manage.
“Fuck, that feels so great Tara, you are incredible” he gasped as he began to build up a rhythm.
Her lips stretched to accommodate his girth as he increased the tempo and Tara moaned in his ear. His hands gripped the edge of the washer now allowing him to pump even faster into her and when he hit her sweet spot Tara bit down on his shoulder hard. Duncan shuddered and he felt his organ swell with the familiar feeling and a moment later he flooded her insides with his cream. There was so much that it seeped out and onto the washer beneath her but even as he shrank a little he continued to work in and out of her. He wrapped his arms about her waist and lifted her bodily while staying inside her clenching pussy.
On slightly unsteady feet he headed to the stairs and without releasing her he began climbing. Somehow Duncan persevered and he then carried her upstairs where he brought Tara to her room. With careful effort he managed to lower her onto the bed where he then reluctantly withdrew his half hard cock from her pussy. Surprising herself Tara grabbed it and pulled it toward her mouth and sucked on it for a minute.
“Lie down Duncan” she ordered him once she removed it from her mouth.
Not needing to be told twice Duncan stretched out on the bed beside her. Tara rolled to her knees and straddled her stepson and grasped his cock firmly. She rubbed it against her swollen lips a moment before guiding it to her opening at which time she sank her body down with a moan. For his part Duncan thrust up to meet her and within a minute they’d built up a fast rhythm as she rested her hands on his muscled chest.
Tara bounced up and down on him with her eyes closed as he took hold of her breasts with both hands and fondled them. Her juices dripped from her soaked pussy onto his pelvis as they continued to play the game of love until Duncan raised his body and managed to clamp his teeth onto her sensitive nipple. Yet again Tara was pushed to a thundering climax as her muscles tightened across her body. Once she stopped trembling Duncan managed to roll them over so he was now on top of her.
Her feet hooked around his calves as he slowly slid in and out of her treasure until they were covered with a sheen of perspiration. He rested on his elbows which allowed them to kiss and murmur in each others ears as they made passionate love. Duncan lasted much longer this round but eventually he felt himself nearing orgasm at which time he drove himself deep inside her. Tara felt his cock swell up inside her channel, then he cried out as again he irrigated her womanly canal with his pearls of cum before sinking onto her in utter exhaustion.
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The next day at work Tara had difficulty keeping her mind focused and more than once she received quizzical looks from her fellow workers. No matter what she did she couldn’t forget what happened the day before and at lunchtime she almost bolted to her car to drive home. Somehow her sense of propriety won out and instead she ate a boring lunch at work. She volunteered when her boss needed someone to work late that evening in order to avoid the temptation of being alone with her stepson. Tara wondered what she’d do the following day which was a Saturday when Paul always went golfing. That night during dinner Paul asked Duncan if he wanted to accompany him the next day.
“Oh come on Dad, you know I don’t like golf. Who knows, maybe when I get older” he answered with a laugh and Tara felt her heart in her throat as she knew what would now happen.
Duncan made sure he got up early the next day though he waited in his room until he heard them go downstairs. A little while later the sound of the front door closing came to his ears and he watched out the window as his father’s Mercedes drove away. Only then did he leave the room and he went as naked as the day he was born. He found Tara in the kitchen, washing dishes with her back turned to him. Silently he crept up behind her.
Her first indication of anything was when suddenly she felt his body press up against her from behind as he nuzzled her neck. His hand slid under her shirt and grabbed her breast hard as his erect cock pushed between her legs and rubbed against her pajama covered pussy.
“Oh Duncan stop! You know we shouldn’t” she managed to get out but he couldn’t be dissuaded.
His hand yanked her bottoms down while he moved his hand from her breast to her smooth back and pushed her top half down to the counter. He sank to his haunches and covered her big, white ass with hungry kisses.
“Spread your legs Tara” he growled and despite her misgivings she did as he demanded.
Once her pussy was exposed he started to kiss and lick it and in no time she was soaked. Even though Duncan greatly enjoyed eating her, his own needs required more, so after one last lick he stood. After a few slow motions against the outside of her pussy he drove his cock as deep as possible with one thrust, making Tara cry out with passion. Taking hold of her hips he rapidly pumped in and out, driving them both to the point of madness. Suddenly he pulled out and slid it along her ass crack.
“Tara tell me what you want” he demanded in a voice rough with desire.
“You know what I want Duncan” she gasped in reply.
“I know but I want you to say it Stepmother. What do you want from your stepson?”
“I want you inside me Duncan, don’t make me beg.”
“Tell me exactly want you want” he said as he teased her, putting his head right outside her opening.
She attempted to impale herself on it but he stopped her with a sharp smack to her round posterior.
“Tell me or I’ll just jerk it off” he threatened.
“Fine you bastard, I want my stepson’s big cock in me. Are you happy now?”
“Hmm, I don’t know if that was properly sincere but since I’m a nice guy why not” he said right before he drove himself as deep as Tara could take in one hard thrust.
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Paul had driven halfway to the club when he realized he’d left his wallet on the table by the front door. While the attendant would no doubt recognize him he still had no money to tip the caddy or buy lunch plus there was always the chance he might need his I.D. So as soon as possible he pulled a u-turn and drove home. He opened the front door and went and picked up his wallet when he heard something that didn’t sound quite right. Slowly he headed toward the kitchen where the sounds were coming from and when he saw inside his heart stopped for a minute. There was his son making his wife beg for cock as she was bent over the sink.
Paul almost rushed forward to confront them when he saw his son drive it deep into Tara and heard her cry out in pleasure. The doorway to the kitchen was behind and to the side of the sink so he was able to remain unseen while observing them and with shock he felt himself stiffening in his trousers.
Duncan now had his hands under her shirt and he was obviously playing with her breasts which Paul knew were very sensitive and she seemed to appreciate it from the sounds she was making. He could also hear their flesh slapping together as Duncan thrust forward and his heavy balls collided with Tara’s clit each time.
“Oh yes fill your step mommy’s pussy with your big cock” she cried out, which surprised all who heard it including Tara, as she wasn’t normally so vocal or kinky.
It seemed to spur Duncan on though as he increased the speed of his hips to where they were a blur and Paul found himself rubbing his erection through his trousers. The scent of sex permeated the room and now Duncan had grabbed her by her narrow shoulders and he was constantly moaning. Without warning he stopped and pulled from her causing a disappointed groan to escape her lips.
“On your knees Stepmother, I’m going to cum” Duncan yelled out.
Paul took a step back just in case as Tara turned and sank to her knees. Duncan had been gripping his shaft tightly and once she was in position he stroked his cock and it shot a big glob of cum onto her face. He continued to stroke it as Tara cried out as spurt after thick spurt painted her face. By the time he was done not only was her pretty face covered but she had a good deal in her hair as well. With a moan Duncan squeezed the last bit out onto her cheek before pushing his cock into her mouth. Tara sucked on it dutifully until he pulled it free. As he quietly left Paul heard them talking.
“My Stepmother looks so beautiful with my cum all over her face.”
Tara giggled then answered him. “Do you really think so Duncan?”
She wiped the cum from her eyelid and sucked it off her finger but when she attempted to pick up a dishtowel he stopped her.
“What are you doing?” he asked sternly.
“Stop being silly, I was just going to wipe my face off.”
“No Stepmother, I forbid it. I want my cum to dry on you.”
“Okay if you insist” she said in a little voice which prompted a smile from him in return.
“That’s how I like to see my slutty Stepmother, all covered in cum and on her knees.”
Tara grimaced visibly at the word slutty but didn’t say a word of protest to Duncan.
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Paul drove the whole way to the club with his mind replaying the scene from the kitchen again and again. He stayed hard as steel the whole time it took to drive there. He told the rest of his foursome with a wan smile that he would catch up shortly as he had some intestinal issues to deal with.
Once he closed the door in the bathroom stall Paul dropped his pants and grabbed his still erect cock. He spit on it a few times and stroked it with a rapid rhythm until with a shudder he discharged it into the toilet beneath him as his mind was transported back to the kitchen earlier. Cleaning himself up Paul realized it was the best orgasm he’d experienced in a very long time.
The End
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Broken Birds, Part 31, Green Island, Aftermath

Part 32
Green Island – Aftermath
When the ferry finally took the group back to Cairns, Maria, Nita and Lynne sat together. Each needed to tell Michael and the other girls that they were leaving the harem.
The helicopter landed, the blades still turning, when Beth ran to her father and lover.
“Have fun?” he asked gently, holding her so tight she gasped.
She looked in his eyes to see the real question, “You’re my man! I had fun, but I need my man. I’d never let any other man inside me.” The ferocity of her reply surprised him. Then he realized she needed an answer, “You’re my forever woman. Always and forever,” he saw Beth relax, knowing she was still first.
Alice followed committing to Michael and the harem, tenderly taking his face in her hands and kissing him with passion and love.
Next, Jennifer took his hands and placed them between her breasts, over her heart. She looked into Michael’s eyes, and said, “You are my man, my lover and my future. I love you Michael. I never knew how much until this last week.”
Lynne, Maria and Nita approached slowly. They cried. Each handed him their commitment ring. Michael’s heart bled, but he tenderly kissed them. Alice had given him warning.
“If you ever want back, let us know. We love you,” he said softly to each of them. From the corner of his eye he saw Rafaela glowering at them. His heart ached.
Kat bounced out of the craft. Even with her damaged eyelid, she looked young, exuberant and perfect. “Michael, I hope you never had any doubt! I love you. You are the only man I will ever want inside me.”
Becka and Sandy followed. “Michael, we need to talk
”
They left the guards to handle the luggage and headed inside.
“Let’s go to my office. I think everyone needs some space.” He saw Beth nod her agreement. To what, he did not know.
The girls sat on the leather couch in Michael’s office.
“Shoot.”
Becka and Sandy looked at each other, clearly uncomfortable.
“Do you want me to call Alice?” Michael asked neutrally. Both girls nodded.
He pushed a button on his cell.
In a short time Alice appeared. “What’s up?” she asked cheerfully. Then she looked in Becka and Sandy’s face.
“Ready to talk now?” Michael asked softly.
“We need you, Dad. We really had a great time at Green Island, but neither Sandy nor I could cut loose. We weren’t sure we were OK with sex.”
Alice sighed. She realized what was coming. So did Michael.
“Honey, what do you think would make you OK with sex,” she asked, giving Michael time to think.
“We want to try with Michael before we try with anyone else. We trust him. We love him. We know this week was for us, but Sandy and I are scared
.”
“We’re not sure about committing for the rest of our lives, but we need to know that we’re OK. It just didn’t feel right with someone we don’t know or love,” added Sandy.
Michael looked at Alice who nodded imperceptibly.
“Girls,” he said softly with love in his eyes, “we need to first help Maria, Nita and Lynne. They’ve made a big decision and need our help preparing to leave the compound. Why don’t we wait until they’ve moved into town? I don’t want them to feel that you are taking their place.”
Alice’s relief shone on her face.
“Then we’ll make love for the first time.”
Maria and Nita departed the next morning, crying in Rafaela’s arms. They felt ashamed. Michael did all he could to assuage their guilt. He assured them that the door to his heart remained open.
Jeff came to pick Maria up and to meet her adopted family. He and Michael locked eyes as they shook hands. Jeff promised to be good to her. His eyes told Michael it was a promise he would keep.
Erik came to collect Nita. Michael thought he was a strong, gentle soul, absolutely perfect for Nita.
Lynne left a day later. Shoshana saw happiness in her sister’s eyes and seemed to impart that message to Michael, easing his pain.
Ian came to meet the harem and Michael about whom he had heard so much.
Ian asked Michael for his permission to marry Lynne in the future if she would have him, though he also promised Michael he would not ask for at least three months.
Michael was impressed with Ian. It soothed his pain knowing that Lynne would have a good chance at happiness.
At dinner that night, Shoshana rose and toasted, “To life!” in Hebrew. She was looking directly at Michael, “To love!” in English. Michael’s eyes misted.
Becka and Sandy were anxious. They loved the sex gym, but needed to make love with their hearts as well as their bodies. They’d decided that Becka would stay with Michael first.
Beth and her five other harem members seemed genuinely happy for the girls. They knew that these wonderful girls just needed a doorway opened. Once the learned the truth about making love, they would seek their own man. They’d charmed at least half the men at the weeklong party. Each had a man waiting. Each man had abstained during the week, preferring to wait for the girls to be ready.
Alice, Jennifer, Sandy and Rafaela took Becka into one bathroom while Beth, Kat and Shoshana took Michael to the other. Beth suggested that Michael take a five-hour energy drink in addition to his Cialis. She suspected Becka would be a tigress tonight.
In the girls’ bathroom, Beth’s suspicion seemed laughably far of the mark. Becka was nervous. Her body had shut down the one time she tried on Green Island. She couldn’t get it out of her mind. Alice saw the fear in Becka’s green eyes.
“Nothing has to happen tonight. If you’re afraid or don’t respond, tell Michael. He’ll understand,” Alice said unintentionally adding to Becka’s terror.
“If I can’t respond to him, I’ll always be frigid!”
Cursing herself, Alice slipped out to talk with Michael.
“She’s terrified, Michael. She tried with one of the boys on Green Island and her body shut down.”
Michael thought for a minute. His eyes sparkled with a possible solution. Dressed only in his robe, he went to the kitchen and found a can of whipped cream and fresh strawberries, arriving back in the bedroom as Becka slowly entered.
She wore a long silken robe. Her fine brown hair was in a single ponytail. Flawless makeup highlighted her delicate features and large, almost almond green eyes that now held a haunted expression.
He took her in his arms as the girls exited the room, turning out the electric lights. She trembled at his touch. Soft gentle music played while candles flickered.
He swept her into his arms and laid her carefully on the bed.
He retrieved the bowl of strawberries, can of whipped cream and the requisite flutes of champagne.
Becka sat up, looking at him quizzically. “I thought we were going to make love?”
Michael smiled, “We will if you still want to. Making love’s not always this ultra serious thing. It’s fun too.” He slid next to her. He knew she was very ticklish.
He ran his hand along her flank sensuously, tantalizing her flesh beneath her robe. She sighed audibly.
Without warning he tickled the same place. She shrieked with laughter, squirming to defend herself. He attacked her enthusiastically. Becka screamed. She hadn’t laughed or enjoyed a man’s touch like this in years.
Finally Michael relented, dropping back onto his pillow
“No fair! You’re not ticklish!” she complained, but her eyes were filled with laughter.
He fed her strawberries with whip cream, a favorite of hers. He dropped one in her champagne.
Finally she snuggled in his arms, her head on his chest. She listened to his heartbeat and her fear evaporated. He felt her begin to relax.
He stroked her cheek, neck and shoulder. She snuggled closer, pressing her C cup breasts against him. He slid his hand beneath her robe to caress her back. She murmured her delight looking up into his eyes.
She squirmed up and placed her lips on his. The kiss started slowly but gradually grew into a fiery demand. Her lips parted, inviting Michael’s tongue to enter. He caressed the top of her palette. She shivered slightly. She pulled back. Her eyes blazed incandescent with passion and need.
She pulled away and sat on her feet, shrugging out of her robe.
Becka’s breasts sprung free, miniature ski slopes with large, puffy pink aureoles and hard nipples.
Michael shrugged out of his robe and opened his arms for her. She stared at his cock for a moment. She ignored his arms, wanting to inspect his organ. Her small hand gripped its soft smooth hardness. Pre-cum liquid at his slit enticed her. She licked it delicately. She looked at him, smiling a knowing, female smile.
She took the head into her warm mouth, circling it, learning how to give pleasure. Michael stared at her, his excitement growing by the second.
“Honey, that feels incredible!”
She slid back up his body and kissed him deeply. He felt her need and joy.
He gently pushed her onto her back, his lips still on hers. He began exploring those magnificent breasts. He took his time, feeling her passion grow. His mouth sucked on one nipple, one hand caressed the other breast while his hand explored her belly just above her sex.
Gripping his hair, she urgently pushed him lower until his lips were caressing her labia. She dripped with excitement. He went lower to her puckered starfish, caressing and penetrating it with his tongue. His middle finger replaced his tongue. She gasped for breath.
He parted her nether lips with his tongue, tasting her essence for the first time. She tasted fresh and a little tangy.
He traced her lips to their joining point, but did not touch her visibly engorged clit as it peeked shyly from its hood. Her breath came in ragged gasps.
His thumb pressed into her pussy. She shrieked “YES” over and over.
He rubbed his finger and thumb together, separated only by the thin membrane.
She pulled him to her clit. He sucked and gently bit down.
“AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I’m CUMMMMMMMGGG,” she screamed.
Michael could tell. She’d just squirted!
He continued to torture her clit, extending her orgasm or perhaps giving her new ones close together.
Finally she signaled a stop by pushing his head away.
Michael lay beside her, taking her into his arms once again. Her breathing gradually returned to normal. He eyes opened languidly.
“Give me a few minutes to rest, then I want that monster in me,” she smiled, “I think I’m wet enough.” She giggled at Michael’s drenched face. He wiped it with the sheet.
She’d talked with the other girls about positions. They told her the advantages and disadvantages from a woman’s point of view, but told her not to plan anything, as the best position would be obvious. Seeing the size of Michael’s manhood, she now understood.
She climbed on top of him and kissed him thoroughly, tasting herself. Inwardly she smiled. She tasted pretty damn good. She slid down his body, opening her legs as her pussy approached his raging cock. Her small delicate hand directed and positioned him as she pressed back. The head of his cock entered her small opening.
She gasped at its size and how it stretched her. Thank God for the Sybian! She slowly impaled herself in minute increments until it was, at last, fully inside her. She waited several moments for her sheath to adjust. She levered herself up, pulling her feet beneath her legs until she was sitting on his cock and her feet.
She reached for the music remote and selected what she wanted. As it began to play, she looked into Michael’s eyes and said, “Whenever I hear this song, I will be here, with you.”
It was music from the first night on Green Island.
Her hips began to gyrate in time to the music. His hands squeezed her incredible breasts, twisted her nipples and caressed her clit. She ground her clit on his belly. She lifted up and slammed herself back onto his engorged cock. It became a frantic race to an unknown destination.
They were no longer making love. It had morphed into a primal fuck.
As she came again, Becka screamed out her triumph, just as Beth had. Becka had her life back.
They lay side by side, next to a second, large wet spot.
Becka levered herself onto one elbow to look into his eyes, “I thought I would want you to cum in my ass and my mouth, but I’d like to wait and give those to the man I hope will soon be my lover, Michael. Are you offended?”
“Of course not, Honey,” he said seriously and then reverted to being a tickling machine.
The girls were sitting in the large main living room. “He’s certainly original,” Kat said giggling as they heard Becka’s faint shrieking laughter, “gotta give him that.”
The next morning Sandy talked with Becka for a long time. Sandy did not really fear physical intimacy as her rape had been more of a familial molestation and she had even enjoyed parts of it. She’d remained celibate at Green Island to support her sister.
She asked if she could invite someone to the compound and try with him. Michael would be a last resort if she couldn’t respond. After all, she was also very ticklish.
Relief was written over the other girls’ faces and in Michael’s eyes.
Becka wanted to invite her prospective lover as well.
Michael spoke with the guard captain and the cameras in the guesthouse were thoroughly tested. Michael doubted that anything bad would happen, but he wanted to be prepared.
Sandy’s man arrived first. His name was James. He was 20 years old and still attended university. He was studying for an engineering degree, hoping to join the oil and gas industry. His broad shoulders and narrow waist testified to his dedication to Aussie Rules Football.
They met him on the lounge pool deck where Michael grilled a large amount of meats, shrimp, sausage and kabob.
James headed directly for Michael, his hand outstretched. He looked into Michael’s eyes taking Michael’s hand in a firm grasp. “I’m James, Mr. Shannon.”
“James,” Michael said returning the shake, “My daughter has been a bit sparse on the details. Do you live in Noosa?”
In reality, Michael had a complete dossier on both men. It had been updated from the Green Island dossiers he had on every outside participant.
“No sir. My family is in Brisbane and I’m going to RMIT for engineering.”
“RMIT?”
“It’s in Melbourne. It’s a pretty big school. I’m graduating in four months. Then, hopefully a job with Exxon or another oil company. If I can’t find a job I may do a stint in the Army.”
James saw Michael’s mouth go grim, “Well, before you go into the army, let me know if you have trouble finding work. We’ve got some friends,” inside Michael the beast awoke.
Sandy presented James to Shoshana. Sandy was pretty and vivacious. Shoshana was simply a stunningly beautiful and sensual creature. Shoshana would never tire of the open admiration she generated, but it never completely salved her soul.
A short time later, Becka was called to the main gate to fetch her date.
He was a bit older, probably around a very fit 30. His face told of his years as a lifeguard. He was Jennifer’s friend, so Michael knew about him. His name was Bryan. He’d been an avid outdoorsman until his girlfriend had been killed in a climbing accident when he was 22. He now managed several car dealerships in Brisbane.
They ate and swam until the sun began to set. Michael kissed Becka and Sandy on their foreheads as they took their men to the guesthouse.
Michael signaled the guards.
The guards had been carefully chosen. Michael wanted the girls safe, but he wanted nothing of what went on to go beyond the guardhouse unless one of the men did something drastically wrong.
As he suspected, the guards watched several hours of what could have been classic porn. The Burkett women had years of pent up need and they let it out that night, screaming with pleasure, triumph and joy.
Two days later, after another visit by James and Bryan, the Burkett girls moved into the Guesthouse.
Michael’s world was changing.

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Discovering My Daughter Part III

We last left Emma and her daddy having some really messy sex on her period and sending her to school with a pussy full of cum now lets see what happens on the weekend.

Madison loves her daddy’s cream, Part 3

I’ve decided not to state the ages of the young girls in this story. This is to allow the tastes of the reader to fill in the blanks with their own preferences. As I wrote this, I found myself re-editing it several times, but eventually you need to just accept that a piece is finished, and share it. This chapter has alot more speaking and less actual sex than the first to parts did, but I think it builds nicely on what has already happened, and sets the scene for part 4. enjoy.

The Third Wheel

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Magic Pillows of Happiness

I toned down the sex acts from my previous stories. This story is fiction but I wrote it in first person past tense because it seems more real to me than third person. Third person has too much focus on the mechanics of writing.

Mr. Wong’s Curios: Blue Lotus Tea

“Unh- God, yes! Harder!” Justin ground his cock against my clit. I felt his shaft moving between my thighs. I couldn’t help but squeeze them together, it felt so good.
“Monica, you’re so beautiful. Why couldn’t I see it before?” Justin moaned in my ear.
“Fuck me, Justin! Please, fuck me!” I nearly screamed. It felt like lightning was coursing through my body. Justin pressed against me harder, thrusting faster and faster. I felt my back begin to arch and my face felt hot. I was so close to cumming.
“Well, it’s plain to see you were meant for me, yeah- I’m your toy, your 20th century boy”” Crap- Justin was calling! I pulled my hand out from between my legs and reached for my phone, but my fingers were soaked. I rolled over and grabbed the phone with my other, dryer hand.
“Hey, Justin!” My voice was way too high! I sounded like an idiot!
“Monica, what’s going on?” His voice was honey mixed with gravel, smooth but rough. He was so hot.
“Oh, um, nothing. What’s going on with you?”
“Miles left the band- got in a fight with Trevor. We’re trying to find a new keyboardist. You play, right?”
“Keyboard? Um, yeah, I play!” I was actually more of a classical piano player, but I could play whatever they wanted, especially for Justin.
“Cool. Look, we’re having auditions this afternoon, ‘round five. You should be there.”
“I’ll definitely come!” In more ways than one.
“Sounds good. Later.” With that, Justin hung up. I couldn’t believe it. Trouble Note, Justin’s band, was awesome. They had at least three or four gigs a week and everyone figured they’d get a record deal soon. I couldn’t understand why Miles would leave. It was Trevor on bass, Daniel on lead guitar, Justin on vocals and rhythm guitar, Harry on drums, and Miles on the keyboard. At least, it used to be! I guess he and Trevor finally went at it. They’d never liked each other, but I didn’t ever think one of them would leave. Now was my chance though! If I could make it onto Trouble Note, I’d spend, like, every single day with Justin! Maybe he’d notice me and I could do more than just rub one out to the thought of him.
It was around two thirty, just enough time to get ready. I got off my bed and looked at myself in the mirror. “Crap
” I sighed. More acne, it was always more acne. I had the worst pizza face of anyone I knew. I didn’t even blame guys for not wanting to talk to me. I wouldn’t have wanted to either. And it wasn’t like I was stacked or anything. I had small boobs, barely a B cup. I was always one of those girl friends that guys have. Not a girlfriend, just a friend that happened to be a girl. I was the one they went to when they wanted advice on how to land other, hotter girls. That was how I’d met all my guy friends really, all of them except Justin. He and I were both music majors. I’d been in the library, trying to find this book on early twentieth century jazz for my research paper, which was due the next day, and I couldn’t find it anywhere. When I finally got angry and shouted, asking where in the hell it was, Justin had walked over with it. We’d been friends since then.
By three, I’d showered and settled on an outfit. I put on some pants and a green sweater. I left my hair down because it helped cover up more of my face that way. The only thing I liked that I wore were my shoes. They were leather strap heels and really cute, not that it mattered when I was the one who was wearing them. Basically, the only thing I had going for me was music. I lived and breathed it. When I wrote a piece or played something, it made me feel beautiful. When the music finished, I was ugly again. I was good at piano though, really good, so if the band wanted a keyboardist who wouldn’t hog the spotlight and could play, I was their girl.
I got to Harry’s bar early. “Happy Harry’s” was their drummer’s bar, and since it already had a small stage and needed entertainment some nights, it was the natural place for them to practice. I saw Justin on stage, adjusting his mike. He had messy, unkempt brown hair and these dark eyes that were like looking into two bottomless wells. He was wearing a red and white baseball shirt with some torn jeans and a Fratellis wrist band. So hot. I waved. He looked up, smiled a little, and raised a hand. I took a seat and waited for them to get ready to audition people. A half hour later, it was me and these two stoner looking guys who weren’t exactly MTV material in the looks department either. I went first and played Trouble Note’s “Token Heart, Broken Art” almost perfectly. The two guys both sucked. The spot was as good as mine! As I was coming off stage though, the doors to the bar swung open and this girl walked in like she’d just stepped out of a movie.
She had long blonde hair, a cute figure, and perfect skin. The guys in the band were only too happy to meet her. Her name was Amber Lynne, which meant even her name kicked my name’s ass. When she played though, it was barely passable. She had to stop and restart twice. The band asked us to wait outside while they discussed what they’d seen. Maybe that meant I still had a shot. The four of us stood outside, the two stoner guys shared a joint and Amber lit a cigarette, occasionally giving me a cold look out of the corner of her eye. I leaned against the door to the bar. I could just make out what the guys were saying.
“-don’t care, she bit
hard. You know Monica was the best.” It was Justin!
“And I don’t care about your pity friend’s playing when her face looks like road rash. Amber’s hot, Monica’s not.” There was a pause after that.
“No, Dude. Sorry, but I have to agree with him. I vote Amber too.”
“Me too.”
“God, you guys can be real dicks sometimes. I’m going to call her in first. Maybe I can explain or something. Shit.” I heard the sound of footsteps approaching the door and I moved back a few feet before I was caught listening in. The door cracked open. “Hey, Monica, you come in first.”
“Um, okay.” I said, barely loud enough to be heard. I felt awful. Justin and I took a seat at a table at the back of the bar. The rest of the band pretended to check their instruments.
“Look
” Justin began. I could see it was difficult for him, he felt badly about what had happened. The least I could do was make it easier on him.
“I didn’t get the part, s’okay. I knew Amber would as soon as she walked in.” Justin told me the band had voted for Amber, but he said my playing was definitely the best. I let my hair fall in front of my face and told him I’d see him in class on Monday. He asked if I wanted to get lunch afterwards, I told him yes. It was a nice gesture, a consolation prize to help mollify the pain. I kept it together until I got to my car. I was sobbing as I pulled away from the bar. I didn’t know what to do and I kept crying harder and harder. I couldn’t even see the road. I pulled into a parking lot somewhere in town and cut the engine. I just cried until I was done. Then I got out of the car and decided I might as well walk around. I didn’t come in too often and I needed something to take my mind off of things. As I walked down the sidewalk, I looked in the window of the store I was passing and saw a bunch of old, Asian looking stuff inside. I decided to check it out.
The store was filled with all kinds of antiques, Chinese looking stuff that seemed like it should be in a museum. “Hey there!” I heard a voice call from the upper floor at the back of the store. It was a cute guy, he looked like he ran the store. “Can I help you with anything?” I told him no. I don’t know how he knew, but he asked me why I was so sad. Before I knew it, I was explaining everything that had just happened to him. I told him about Justin, about his band, trying out, and Amber showing up. He was a really good listener. He asked me if I had told Justin that I liked him. I said no, of course not. He asked why. I told him I was too ugly. Justin would never go for someone like me. He was about to say something when this beautiful girl walked into the store.
“God,” I thought, “this day hates me.”
He and the girl chatted for a minute. They looked excited to see each other, probably deeply in love. Then the guy, I swear, caught me giving the girl a glance. A few seconds later, he and the girl came by and he introduced the two of us. Her name was Amanda, I told her mine was Monica. He asked if we’d talk for a second while he went in the back. The guy said he had something I’d like in the back of the store, but it might take him a minute to find it. After he left, his girlfriend started talking to me. She was sweet too, but not as syrupy as the guy; she had a little bit of attitude. Her name was Amanda, and she was basically who I wished I could’ve been. Hot, smart, and with a great guy.
“Hey, you were saying your skin bothered you. Try this.” I looked up and saw the guy had come back. In his hands was a small wooden box. I took it from him.
“What is it?” The box looked like it was filled with black leaves or something.
“Blue Lotus Tea Leaves. Blue Lotus Tea is really rare. I’m pretty sure we’re the only store that has any. It’s supposed to help promote growth, balance your energy, flush out toxins- basically make your body super healthy. I think it’ll help your skin.” I told him it was nice of him, but I didn’t think anything would help. I’d tried every brand, every medication, every wipe, rinse, or cream that you could buy. Nothing had helped. “Well, at least you won’t be disappointed if it doesn’t work and you get tea out of the deal. Why not try it? What’ve you got to lose?” That was true. I bought the tea, which he sold to me for considerably less than I bet it was worth, then I got in my car. As I drove off, I saw the boy and Amanda kiss as he locked the door to the store. I must’ve shown up right at closing time.
I boiled some tea when I got back to my apartment. I thought it would be blue or green, but the tea wound up taking on the color of clouds, a transparent bluish-grey. I sat down to watch American Idol while I drank my tea. It tasted like cotton candy and ginger, no kidding. “Oh my god! This is great!” I said out loud. I finished the tea in two more gulps and immediately brewed myself another cup. When I’d finished that cup, I felt really good. I figured it was the caffeine making me feel awake, but I was also sort of horny. Besides that, I was hungry and wound up eating two whole cans of vegetable soup. Then I masturbated again to the thought of Justin fucking me. I wound up going to bed early though. It was weird.
I woke up early too. The sun was barely up, but I felt completely re-energized. I got up and looked in the mirror. I thought my face looked better, but maybe I was just in a good mood. It was hard to tell. I was also hungry and craving my Blue Lotus Tea. I poured myself several bowls of Special K and brewed two cups of the tea. When I had finished my meal, I started on my school work and had it done by lunch time. I went out for lunch with my friend Kelsey, who I hadn’t called in a while. She said I seemed happier. I told her it was just her imagination. When I got home, I drank another cup of tea. By the time I went to bed, I had already had six cups and an equal number of orgasms.
The next morning, there was a definite change in my skin. My forehead was still bad but my cheeks were much clearer and my hair looked shiny. Needless to say, I drank a lot of tea that day as well. On Monday, maybe half of my acne had cleared up and some of the scars from it had gone away too. When I was getting dressed, my shirt got stuck on my chest as I was pulling it down. I’d never had that happen before, but I didn’t think anything about it. During class, Justin and I chatted and he said I looked nice. After that, I asked to go to the bathroom. Just that one remark had me wet and I came thinking about him eating me out. Lunch was great too, although I ate more than I wished I had, but I was always hungry now. Maybe my body needed the calories to make my skin better.
Over the next few weeks, I kept drinking the tea and picked up three more boxes from the hot, nice guy at Mr. Wong’s Curios and Antiques. He said he was glad I was feeling better and that my skin was looking great. It was true, it was almost perfect now. I’d get a small pimple every now and then, but it was usually gone by the next day. My hair had grown out really quickly too, smoother and silkier than before. By far the greatest change was what had happened to my body. Not only did my skin look great but it seemed toned. My ass felt bigger, which I wasn’t thrilled about, but it was tight and firm. I had actually learned a couple of hip hop dances for fun, now that I actually had something to shake. Even better, I’d had to go bra shopping. My boobs were popping out of their old cups. I’d moved from a small B to a large C. It felt amazing. Every morning was like a dream, I got to wake up, look in the mirror and see a model looking back at me- then I made her come at least twice.
I was talking with Justin more too, now that I wasn’t so nervous around him. He and I talked about music and jobs and about Trouble Note. They were about to get signed, he said. They had a big concert on the twentieth, record label executives were supposed to come. If they liked what they saw and heard, he figured they’d get a deal. I was happy for him and when he asked if I would, I told him I’d come to the concert. And speaking of coming, I’d thought I masturbated a lot before, but since starting on my regimen of tea around the clock, I had to come at least five or six times a day and whenever I knew I’d see Justin, bringing spare panties was a necessity.
The Friday before his concert, Justin had me come over to play keyboard so that he could practice extra for the concert. His voice sounded great and I got to learn more of the band’s songs. After that, I told him I didn’t really have clothes for a concert and I basically just had sweaters and loose t-shirts. He asked me why I never let anyone see my body, when I had such a good one. I told him I didn’t think I did. He brushed my hair behind my ear and told me I should show my face too, I was beautiful. I thought my heart would stop. He’d never said anything like that to me before. I leaned forward by instinct and before I knew what was happening, I felt him kiss me.
We went shopping at the mall after that and he helped me pick out a couple of new, more rocker-style outfits. When I couldn’t decide between two shirts, I stepped out the dressing room with just my bra on and asked him which he liked better. The stare he gave me was completely worth it. I bought the clothes and we had dinner at the food court together. After that, I told him we were going to Chique-n-Sleek, this expensive hair place. When the lady asked what I’d like done, I asked her to hand Justin a catalogue and told him to pick out whatever he wanted. I wound up getting a trim and a bright red streak that framed the right side of my face. It looked really good with my naturally dark hair. Justin drove me home and we actually made out for a few minutes. When my hand brushed his crotch, which I made seem like an accident, I felt how hard he was under his jeans. I pressed down, just a hint, and enjoyed the grunting sound he made. I went inside then, leaving him wanting more for once.
When the day Trouble Note was to play came, I made sure to be ready and look my best. I started my day with two cups of tea and a large blueberry muffin I had picked up from the bakery down the street. The rest of the day, I took care of my class assignments and got ready. I slipped on my new black bra, with the lacey frills and hot pink accents. A black thong finished my unmentionable ensemble. Next, I put on a pair of black jeans that hugged my ass, with a studded belt that screamed rocker. I pulled a hot pink tube top down over my bra and then a black, low cut, Nirvana shirt on over that, leaving an inch or two of my stomach showing. I put on just enough make-up and purple eye shadow to look good without looking like a groupie. I finished the look off with a black, plastic choker, a wrist band, and I put my hair up. But, I made sure to leave the red streak down, since Justin liked it so much. When I saw myself in the mirror it was unbelievable. “I’d fuck me.” I thought to myself. The difference between my life then and what it was a few weeks ago was almost too immense to comprehend. If Justin and the band got signed, who knew what life would be like if we became serious.
I met Justin at the concert hall and he gave me a backstage pass and a ticket to the front section, where’d I’d be able to see the band play from. He looked great and I wished him luck, leaving a throaty whisper in his ear. He looked like he appreciated that. When it came time for the band to come on, everyone was on their feet as they screamed and chanted “TROUBLE NOTE! TROUBLE NOTE! TROUBLE NOTE!!”
After several minutes, Justin and the others still weren’t on stage. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. Pulling it out, I saw Justin had texted me. “Problem’s come up. Meet backstage!” The text read. I slipped out and after showing security my pass, went backstage and found Justin.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, worried.
“Amber- she’s going to the hospital.”
“Oh my god..” I didn’t like Amber, but I hoped she was alright. “Is she okay?”
“She’ll be peachy by tomorrow. She’s so high she
 damn, I don’t even know. I’ve never seen someone that high before.” Considering Trevor was in the band, Amber must’ve been really, really high.
“What are you guys going to do?!”
“Can you play? You know the songs.”
“I- I don’t know. I’ve never played them in front of anyone before. I don’t know how you’ve got the sound set up and um, I- I just- I want to
 but, um-” Justin cut me off with a kiss. Then he pulled back and looked deep into my eyes with his shadowy pair.
“You‘ve got this. I’ll be right there with you.” I nodded and we headed to the band. A few minutes later, we were on stage. I’d never felt anything like it. The rush of the crowd, the sound of the music. Rocking an entire stadium with Justin in front of me- It was magical. When we’d finished our set and then the encore, the crowd kept chanting for one more. We played “Token Heart, Broken Art,” the same song I’d tried out with and when the final note hit, I strutted right up to Justin, in front of two thousand screaming fans, and pulled him in for the most passionate kiss I’d ever given anyone. We were signed with Good Guy Records before we left that night. I replaced Amber.
The after party was wild, really, really wild. Before we got too tipsy, Justin and I beat it. He drove me back to my place and I invited him to come up stairs. Out of habit, I brewed two cups of Blue Lotus Tea. I gave him one and we quickly gulped the tea down. “I feel great.” He sighed.
“Me too.” I crooned in Justin’s ear. I stroked my hand across his crotch, feeling it stiffen at my touch. “How’s he feeling?”
“Better now.” We started making out and I thrust my tongue deep into Justin’s mouth. I wanted him and by God, tonight I was going to fuck him till he was empty.
“Bedroom…” I moaned in his ear. Justin took the hint and picked me up, carrying me into my room. He laid me down and we started to undress. I pulled off my shirt and tube top as he took his shirt off as well. Then we pulled off our shoes and pants, leaving the both of us in our underwear.
“Damn.” He said as I lay on my side, posing in my bra and thong for him. I unhooked the back of my bra and let my tits fall out. I slid my thong off next. Finally, with my body completely bare except for the choker around my neck, I let my hair down, gave Justin the sexiest, most sultry look I could. Then I spread my legs, letting him see my flooded thighs. I beckoned him towards me, but when he tried to get on top of me, I pulled his boxers down. Before he knew what I was doing, I took the head of his cock in my mouth and ran my tongue around it. “Shit, Monica, that feels so good.” Hearing Justin say my name like that turned me on ever more. I pulled off his cock and finally got a good look at the dick that I had thought about so many times. It was nearly eight inches long and thick enough that it got me even wetter thinking about how I would fit it in me.
I bent my head down to it again and slid my lips down around it, enjoying the feeling of Justin’s cock filling my mouth and pressing against the back of my throat. As I reached the base of his shaft, Justin moaned and I started to gag. I wasn’t stopping till I reached the very bottom. Pushing on, I finally felt his head bump against my tonsils. I cupped his balls and with my other hand took a handful of perfect ass and squeezed. I pulled back up until only his head was in my mouth, then I pushed back down to the bottom. I was learning to love the feeling of gagging, as long as it was his cock I was sucking. I went up and down faster and Justin ran his fingers through my hair, taking hold of my head. I kept bobbing up and down on him as he forced his shaft into my throat again and again.
“Fuck, Monica, I’m about to come!” He yelled. I felt Justin try to pull away, not wanting to finish in my mouth, but I wanted his cum. I wanted every drop of his load. I grabbed his ass with both hands and shoved his cock down my throat till his head was down my throat as far it would go. “I’M CUMMING!” Justin yelled and I felt his hips buck hard.
His cock pulsed inside my mouth I felt warm, salty cum plaster the back of my throat. There was hardly any point in doing so, but I swallowed it as best I could. Before I had even finished with that shot, another, even bigger rope of cum filled my throat. It was hard to breathe but I kept sucking down his load, not letting a single drop go anywhere but into my throat and then deep into my stomach. Justin dug his hands harder into my hair and his hips face fuck me hard. When I finally took what seemed like the hundredth shot of his cum, I felt his orgasm die away. Justin turned and fell onto the bed, his legs leaning off the side and resting on the ground, one of his feet on my Musical Theory textbook.
I saw Justin’s cock begin to soften, a bead of cum left on its tip. I had plans for that dick and I’d meant every last drop when I’d said it. I slipped off the bed and kneeled in front of him. I bent down, wrapped my tongue around his head again, sucking the last vestiges of his cum into my mouth. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and started pumping, enjoying the feeling of him getting hard again. “Ahh, I just came!” He yelled as I pushed him to the edge, his cock still extra sensitive. I continued on, sucking and pumping until he was as hard as a rock again.
“Now that I finally have big tits-” I said as I looked into Justin’s eyes, “I want you to fuck them.” I leaned forward and wrapped my tits around his cock, creating a slick pussy for him out of my chest. They’d gotten so sensitive since I’d started drinking the tea and it felt amazing just to have him between them. I cupped my tits in my hands and pressed them around him, creating as much pressure as I could. His hips started moving his cock between them, and I bounced them up and down in time with his thrusts. It was the first time I’d ever given a boob job to someone. It was amazing to watch him fuck my tits. I bent my head down and took his head into my mouth, sucking as his hips kept bucking.
I moved my hands up and down, bouncing my boobs up and down faster and faster as Justin thrust to match my speed. Before long, I could hear the sound of his breathing becoming shallow and fast. “Come for me, Baby.” I crooned. I moved my tits as fast as I could and dipped my head down, taking as much of his cock as I could. When I felt his cock pulse, like someone taking the cap off a shaken bottle of soda, I pulled my mouth off and let him fountain onto me. His first shot ran down my hair, across my eye, and onto my chest. The second arched way over my head, landing behind me on the bed and leaving a trail of droplets all across me. The third shot hit my chin and the rest went all over my chest, coating my the tops of my tits with his cum. It felt so warm and wet and good on me. After he finished coming, Justin lay back on the bed, exhausted. While he recovered, I went to the bathroom and reluctantly cleaned my face off. I thought about wiping my chest off, but decided not to. “What the hell, I like it.” I thought to myself as I looked at my big tits covered in Justin’s cum. If I liked it, why not enjoy it while it lasted?
With my face wiped off, I glanced back in the bedroom at Justin. He looked like he was mostly asleep. His big cock lay limply across his leg and his breathing was slow and deep. He needed a rest if I was going to make him keep going, so after and brushing his hair off of his forehead and giving him a small kiss, I walked into the kitchen and made two more cups of tea. That was the last I had, so as I carried the cups back to the bedroom, I made a mental note to go back by Mr. Wong’s Curios and buy some more. I found Justin basically asleep when I walked back into the bedroom, but the aroma of the tea must’ve stirred him, because his eyes fluttered open as I set the cups on the end table by the bed.
“Smells good.” He said hoarsely, his throat dry unlike mine. Not that I was complaining.
“Here.” I handed him one cup as he sat up, leaning against the headboard. I took the other cup and straddled his lap, letting myself sink down onto him. Even when he wasn’t hard, it felt so good to have his cock pressed against me. Just the thought that I, Monica had Justin’s cock between my legs, pressed against my pussy, was enough to get me wet again. As we sat there, sipping on our blue tea, I began grinding on him, without realizing it at first. His shaft slipped between my wet lips and slid back and forth, teasing my clit. Each movement felt better than the last. My pussy was soaking, coating Justin’s swelling cock with my cum. Eventually, we lost track of our tea, throwing the cups onto the carpeted floor. Justin had begun thrusting for real and it felt amazing to be lifted up, only to land on his hard shaft again.
“Justin
” I whispered to him as planted my hands on his chest and brought my face close to his. “I want you. Please
 please, fuck me.” I needed him. I needed him inside me and no one and nothing else would do. I looked into his dark eyes, feeling myself sucked into them. Then he closed them and I felt his hand on the back of my hand, his fingers in my hair, pulling me towards him. Our lips made contact and then opened for our tongues as we fell into the hardest, most sexual kiss I’d ever had. It seemed like we’d never break apart. My lips were pressed so hard against his that I thought they might bruise and we were grinding our bodies together in time, not a single inch of space between us. When everything was coated in sweat and my cum, I found the will power to break away from the kiss and lift myself up.
Justin and I stared at the space between us. He took his cock in his hand and raised it up until the head, swollen, purple, and oozing precum, was grazing my entrance.
“Are you ready?” He asked me, looking into my eyes and stroking my cheek with his free hand.
“Yes. God, yes. I’m so ready.” I sank down and felt his cock pressing in, my glistening entrance welcoming him inside me. He took his hand away from his cock after the first inch had slid into me. He put his hand on my hips and pushed me down towards his lap, forcing me to take and more of his wonderful cock. Finally, I gave up trying to take it slowly and sank down, engulfing the last four inches all at once.
“Unnh!” I moaned as I felt his cock fill me and our bodies become one. I was so tight and he was so hard that I could feel his cock pulsing inside of me. Every twitch made my cheeks feel hot and set my eyelids fluttering. I thought that this must be what heaven felt like, but then it all got even better. Justin pulled out until only half of his cock was still inside me, then he thrust back inside, slamming me down with his hands on my hips. The impact sent waves of pleasure racing through my body. I’d never felt anything like it. Even in my best fantasies, I’d never imagined Justin could make me feel this good. After that, Justin started thrusting in and out of me regularly, his cock pushing against my g-spot and every impact making my clit scream in delight.
“Unh, Monica you’re so tight. It’s never felt this good with anyone else.”
“Ohh, Justin! Yes, I’m tight for you, only you. Now, fuck me. Fuck me hard with your big dick!” Hearing me talk like that must’ve really turned him on, because the next thing I knew, I was being lifted up, completely off the bed. Justin’s dick was pressed so deep inside me that it felt like his head had to be pushing into my womb. God, I wanted his cum.
The next thing I felt was my body bouncing up and down as Justin fucked me hard. I could hear the sound of our bodies slapping together every time I came down. The feeling was too much for me to handle. I leaned back and felt the tip of his cock drive straight into my G spot again and again. That was it. I leaned back forward and dug my hands into Justin and raked his chest with my nails. That turned him on so much that I could feel his cock swell up and pulse inside me. I felt myself tighten around him.
“God, fuck, Justin! Make me cum! Make me CUM!” My back arched and my face felt so hot. Then I felt my legs clench and my pussy went wild. “I’M CUMMING, JUSTIN! YOU’RE MAKING ME CUM!” That pushed Justin over the edge too. I felt him dig his hands into my thighs and slam his huge cock all the way into me.
“MONICA, I’m CUMMING!” He yelled. As wave after wave of pleasure rolled through my body, I suddenly felt jets of his warm cum splatter inside me and I started cumming all over again. When our orgasms finally subsided, I collapsed on top of Justin, feeling the slick sweat on our bodies mix. I ran my hands through his hair and he looked into my eyes.
“I love you, Monica.”
“I love you too, Justin.” I love you so much. We were so tired and so happy in each other’s arms, we fell asleep with the light on.

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A Tale of Teenage Lovers

CHAPTER 1—Basement Antics
“Mom I’m headed over to Nicole’s house” I shouted up the stairs.
“Alright. Her mom there?”
“yeah. We might be by to swim later if that’s ok.”
“Ok. make sure you are safe with just two of you here. I don’t want somebody to hit their head and go underwater. I’m going to leave to pick up your dad and head to the airport in a couple hours, so we’ll see you in a couple days.”
“alright. Bye!”
I closed the door behind me as I left and walked out to Nicole’s car where she waited. It was a hot, humid, July day. I was wearing khaki shorts and a loose fitting tee, but I still started sweating almost instantly as I left the house, despite the fact that it was only 11 am.
“Hey” I said as I walked up to Nicole and kissed her. At 5’9” she was just a little shorter than my 5’11” height, but she was slightly heavier than my 130 lb (not much of a feat, as I was always “a twig” as she put it), and she fit perfectly in my arms. Her dark blonde hair came down to her shoulders. She was wearing a loose weave polo and some of her favorite shorts, plaid, tight-fitting, mid-calf ones. She liked them because they were comfortable. I like them because they made her ass look great (not that it needed much help).
“hey” she “what did your mom say about swimming? It’s plenty hot enough”
“she said it’s fine. We still gonna go watch a movie before or did you bring your suit now?”
“Movie” she said as she climbed in and shut the door. I walked around as she put the car in gear and once I was in she backed out of the driveway.
The first few minutes of the drive were a little tense. We had been dating for just under a year, and would be heading to college in the fall, but we’d been stuck on third base for a while because of both our parents’ rules. We got away with some stuff, but we hadn’t had a chance to take the next step until now. But my parents were leaving for a business trip for a few days, and Nicole’s parents were taking her sister to a lacrosse tourney in Indianapolis, so they would also be gone for a day or two so both our families would be out of town for at least one day, and we had planned a big night, and we were both really nervous.
Finally, Nicole looked over at me at a red light. “you weren’t able to get them were you?”
“no. My mom insisted on going with me when I ran errands the past week. Kinda hard to get them with your mom in tow.”
“yeah. Well let’s stop up here at the dollar pharmacy”
“alright,” I looked right at her now. “sorry, not much I could do about it. What, am I supposed to ‘hey mom, I need to go buy condoms, so don’t come with me this time’?”
“I know. Don’t worry about it.” She pulled into the parking lot and parked. “go.”
5 minutes later we were back on the way to her house, the tension in the car a little less prevalent. When we got there, we stowed the bag from the pharmacy below the seat and wandered in. After grabbing some cups of water we wandered down to the basement to watch a movie. An hour later her mom called down that she was leaving to run some errands with Nicole’s sister Cara.
As we unpaused the movie, I whispered into Nicole’s ear.
“you’re really edgy.”
“what?”
“edgy. On edge. Nervous.”
“oh. Well I think I got reason to. Can’t stop thinking about tonight.”
“can I take you mind off it?”
I gave her a sly grin, and she looked back at me “my mom’s only gonna be gone like 20 minutes. And Cara will come right down here when they get back.”
“then we’ll have to be quick,” I whispered as I kissed her. I then ran my left arm from her shoulder up and down her arm, before dropping it onto her back and replacing it with my other arm.
As we broke the kiss she looked at me lustfully, “damn you’re good.” She said as she grabbed me and leaned sideways into a laying position on the couch, pulling me down behind her into a kind of spooning position with her laying partially on her back and me mostly beside her. I leaned down and kissed her again, letting my right hand wander across her stomach and side. My left was pinned under her and I slowly worked it out while we kissed. About the time that I started kissing up her jawline to her ear I got my left hand out from under her and started caressing her right arm, which was wrapped up around my head, playing with my brown, curly hair.
As I started to kiss and suck on her earlobe I gently brushed my hand up the side of her firm but soft 38D breasts ever so slightly, and I heard her breath catch in her throat. I then traced my hand across her chest and brought my other hand down from its entwinement with her hand to the hem of her shirt and stroked her bare stomach. By this time, I had kissed back down her jaw and up the other side to her other ear, where I hesitated just long enough to get a moan of complaint that I had stopped, and then I dove in at her earlobe.
“You’d better skip a few steps, or I might explode”
I pulled back slightly and looked into her beautiful blue eyes, which were shining brilliantly. “oh, yeah?”
“yeah, hurry up and help me get these off” she said as she reached down to undo the snap on her shorts. I reached down and grabbed the side of her shorts and slid them down, and realized why she was so worked up.
“You’re a naughty girl. No wonder you’re so worked up.”
She just gave me a lusty look and pulled me down towards her. I eagerly planted a kiss on her nice mound, but then forced myself to kiss around it until she grabbed my head and forced me to stay on her pussy. Once she did I went to town licking and sucking, the way that I knew got her really going. As she neared her peak, I latched onto her clit with my tongue and gave it a good sucking. She grabbed the back of my head and pushed me into her harder as her body tensed and her intoxicating aroma got stronger. Then all too soon, she pulled me up away from her womanhood and kissed me.
“Thanks. You’re getting really good at that.”
“I’m always up for some more practice,” I slyly whispered, “feel better?”
“yeah, but we better straighten up. Sorry, I’ll have to repay the favor later.”
We sat up together (with some effort) and straightened up the couch a bit. Nicole put her shorts back on and sat down next to me, then reached over and grabbed her phone off the end table. She opened up a text and read it. She quickly replied, then flipped it shut and put it back on the end table.
“Guess what? Some idiot ran into the side of a bus blocking the intersection at Main and River. Nobody got hurt, but it clogged up traffic really bad and my mom’s not even at the grocery yet. We’ve got at least another 20 minutes,” she gave me a kiss, then whispered into my ear, “What do you say we calm you down a bit?”

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Could That Have Been Her?

The following is an entry into the CALLING ALL WRITERS PT.5 challenge on the Sex Stories forum. See the following thread: http://forum.xnxx.com/showthread.php?t=196466.

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