Dan was just shy of his 20th year in the Navy. Unfortunately, he got his leg torn to shreds by IED bomb, which tore up his knee and thigh. It was the only life he always knew, since graduating from high school. Married at one time, but that didn’t last but 3 years, because she couldn’t handle his constant deployments, and never knowing when he’d be back. Now he needed a place to stay, while he finished up his rehab. His dead brother’s wife helps him out
Jason has some unexpected fun with his neighbor Laurie and her best friend Nicole.
The Foster’s are simultaneously in Recovery and Discovery
Carly’s party was already going great, providing lots of action and rumors for the secret vote, then Bella arrived and things got really fun
A shy seventeen-year old’s first time with a woman
In exchange for four million dollars, Petra and her younger brother agree to only cum by each other’s hands for the next two months.
It’s been a while since I have posted some of my thoughts and believed it is high time I did so. Those few who enjoy my style of writing, I hope you are able to enjoy. Those who do not, I hope you are somewhat lenient with your critique.
All of you, as always, feel free to post comments. All I ask is you try to be constructive so I can understand what it takes to be a better writer.
I am none too sure why it is I allowed the affair to start, if indeed an affair is even the right way to describe it. I guess the honest answer to it all is a lack of willpower on my part. The much bigger problem is, affair or not, it has now turned into something of an obsession. One I am afraid to say I have no idea of how I can bring to a stop. I have tried. Believe me I truly have, yet each time I make the effort, each time I think I have the answer, he has a way about him to convince me otherwise.
My problem itself started a few months ago though the problem itseil revolved around my daughter and her recent marriage to her now partner Andy.
I guess as parents we were maybe both to blame. On the one hand my hubby had never really taken to Andy. He had always viewed him as something of a chancer and had expressed to me he felt the marriage was wrong for all kinds of reasons, not least that he felt Andy would be someone to play away from home, yet I put much of that down to the old maxim of losing his daughter rather than gaining a son.
As for my views on Andy as her choice, truth was, my initial reaction was I quite liked him. Sure he was a little rough around the edges but that in itself kind of made him all the more appealing, well from a female point of view and anyway, despite what the two of us believed or said the choice was always going to be our daughters.
Initially, as I guess anyone would expect with a newly married couple, things went along well with the only difficulty being, until they were able to save for a deposit, we’d agreed they could live with us. Of course, there were the occasional conflicts, how could there not be with the four of us under the same roof but aside from these and the fact my hubby could still not bring himself to like Andy, things moved along quite well.
It was some six months later when my daughter came to confide in me I first realised the marriage was starting to move down a slippery path. She confessed to me her belief Andy was having an affair with someone she thought worked in his office. She had no proof other than some texts she’d seen on his phone and though she had tried raising the matter with him, he of course had denied any such thing. I did offer the usual motherly advice in the hope she might be able to nip things in the bud at an early stage and of course I duly discussed the matter with hubby who, given his earlier beliefs was more supportive than I’d expected and hadn’t gone about telling me that he’d been right with his assumptions on Andy. However, we both agreed there was little we could do at this stage without actually interfering in full so we agreed to keep an eye on things as best we could but of course, in reality this was never going to work. My daughters fears continued and when she next came to see me it was to tell me she believed he’d recently had sex with a woman while on a boys night out. This time she’d seen proof. Lipstick marks on his shirt collar which he’d laughed off as little more than some fooling around. It was then hubby and I decided we would step in to try and help with our initial plan being hubby would take Andy to one side and discuss both these issues and what we saw as his responsibilities to our daughter.
It was an early July evening when this took place. After we had all shared a meal hubby suggested Andy join him for a drink at our local pub. I guess even then Andy knew something out of the ordinary was on the cards for he’d never been asked out for a drink before. My daughter and I stayed home and chatted as we cleared away the dishes. It was some considerable time later the two of them returned where Andy went off with my daughter to their room leaving hubby and I alone.
Seemingly, the drink idea had gone better than hubby had expected. He pointed out my daughters concerns while at the same time, mentioning what he saw as Andy’s responsibilities. He’d accepted all hubby had had to say and though he hadn’t admitted to having any extra marital activities, neither had he denied it. What he had though agreed, was that he maybe could pay our daughter more attention and with this in mind they had shook hands and returned home.
It was a week later that I realised all was still far from well when I came home one afternoon to find my daughter red eyed and in tears. In between sobs she told me she had been confronted by some female earlier that day who claimed to have had sex with Andy and that she planned to take him from her. I listened and soothed her fears as best I could but deep down I was furious and had already vowed to myself I was going to have it out with Andy once and for all. Hubby had tried and failed. Now I saw it as down to me to resolve these matters once and for all. There was no way I was going to watch my daughter suffer this way.
Circumstances didn’t allow me the chance that evening so the next day, with hubby working away from home and with my daughter leaving for work early, I decided to delay my own, usual early departure for work in order I could confront Andy with this latest revelation.
I rose as normal that morning and was showered and dressed ready for work by the time my daughter came down for breakfast. That particular day I’d decided to wear a business jacket and skirt type suit, with accompanying white blouse. The idea being, it would afford me a more authoritative figure where confronting Andy was concerned. I made no mention of my plans to my daughter, thinking it best I kept them to myself for the time being. Twenty minutes later with my daughter having duly left for work I poured myself a coffee and sat down at the breakfast table in readiness for Andy’s appearance who would always leave for work sometime after everyone else had departed. In truth I had no idea how long I might have to wait but as annoyed as I was, I had already left a message with work that I may be a couple of hours late.
A half hour later, while on my second cup of coffee, Andy finally put in his appearance where I was more than a little taken aback that he was still in a pair of shorts and t-shirt he would have worn for bed. On seeing me sat at the table he smiled but I could already detect he suspected something was amiss, given I would ordinarily have left for work well before this hour.
“Good morning Lindy.” he proffered, before adding, “I don’t normally get the pleasure of your company this time of the morning. Is something wrong?”
Deep down I was still seething and determined I would not allow his placating tone to affect my current mood.
“Yes Andy! As a matter of fact there is something wrong. In fact, very wrong and it needs to be resolved.” I told him, trying to sound as forceful as I could.
“And would it have anything to do with your daughter and me?”
“Yes! That’s exactly what is has to do with so I want you sat down at the table ready to listen to what it is I have to say.”
“Hmmm! Well in that case, you won’t mind sitting there while I pour myself a coffee first, will you?”
I sat there, watching as he made his way over to the percolator, unable to believe his arrogance that I should be made to sit and wait until HE was ready to sit down and talk. I bit my lip, fearing I might at any moment say something which would jeopardize my plans. I watched as he poured himself a coffee before returning to stand nonchalantly at the side of the table.
“Sit down please Andy as what I have to say may take some time.”
He gave me a somewhat flippant look but did at least pull out a chair and sit down. He took a sip of his coffee then placing the mug on the table said, “Ok so what is this little lecture all about?” adding under his breath, “Like I couldn’t guess!”
On hearing his snide remark and as much as I had vowed to stay in control of my anger, now I was really annoyed. I decided to stand and make my way toward where he was sat, believing my stance, my body language together with how I was dressed might have the desired overbearing effect.
“Yes Andy! I believe you know full well what this is about. It’s how you have been treating my daughter or more to the point, how barely a few months into your marriage, you are playing away. It’s not acceptable Andy. Not acceptable at all!” I shouted.
I watched as he sat there, a non committal expression written across his face, like he really couldn’t have cared less.
“Yeah! Sure I guessed what this was going to be about so maybe it’s time I made a few things clear to you. For one, what goes on between your daughter and me is no business of yours. Two” he added with some distain, “Your hubby has already given me this lecture. It didn’t work then and whatever you may think, it’s not going to work now. And three! Before you go spouting off on what YOU think is right and wrong, maybe you should first make yourself aware of all the facts.”
He sat back and took another sip of his coffee, obviously in the belief he had just shot my argument to pieces with all he’d just said.
“No Andy!” I spat. “When you live in my house, and when it affects my daughter, it’s got everything to do with me.” I again stepped closer as I tried to appear all the more imposing but now it was his turn to stand and all at once my five foot four frame didn’t seem so imposing anymore.
“No Lindy! If you’re going to shout the odds then you need to be in full receipt of all the facts. You aren’t and I am, so if I choose to play around, as you put it, it’s because I have good reason too.”
“Really!” I hissed at him. “And what would that be? Probably nothing more than wanting to work your way through the office typing pool is my bet!”
“If that’s what you want to think then fine.” He again answered with his couldn’t care less manner. I lowered my eyes and was shocked to see a bulge had formed in his shorts since he had first entered the kitchen.
“Good God!” I cried out. “Just look at yourself! Even just the mention of the girls at work is enough to turn you on. You really are a bastard!”
He looked down at himself and laughed then looking up said, ” You really think that’s it do you Lindy? Christ! If that’s the case, you’re even more prissy than I thought?”
“What do you mean prissy? I’m not prissy. I just don’t expect the husband of my daughter to flaunt himself whenever he feels like it.”
“Oh you’re prissy alright. Look at you. Look at how you’re dressed! You like to make out butter wouldn’t melt in your mouth you’re so damned prissy. Mrs Prim n proper is what we should call you.”
“I’m not prissy! And anyway, this isn’t about me!” I shouted back as my eyes inexplicably lowered once more to the bulge in his shorts. His gaze followed mine before lifting his eyes to meet mine.
“Oh I see what this is really about. It’s not so much I’m neglecting your daughter or the fact I am playing away. It’s more about who I’m playing with! You’re jealous aren’t you? You’re jealous it’s not you getting this cock!”
“Don’t be so ridiculous!” I shouted as my eyes were once more drawn irresistibly towards his bulge.
“Am I Lindy? Or is it more I have been missing the signs? Maybe it’s you’re not getting enough in the nuptial department. Is that it Lindy? Is this maybe why you have dressed so sexily today? Was it me the reason you decided to wear this sexy little outfit?”
He took a step closer and unbelievably began running a hand along my leg which I immediately tried to swat away.
“Hey! Don’t fight it Lindy. If it’s cock you want I’ll be more than happy to give it you.” he said.
I froze, for a moment too shocked to reply to his comment.
“Don’t be so disgusting!” I finally managed to summon. “I wished I’d never mentioned those girls now!”
He laughed once more as he stepped closer still where again he placed his hand on my leg.
“Trust me Lindy. It isn’t thoughts of those girls getting me aroused. It’s you. Especially now I know it’s my cock you want!”
“I’ve told you! Don’t be so stupid!” I cried out, stepping back and away from him but whatever it was I had started, he was having none of it. As I moved backward, so he followed until, with him continuing to follow I soon found myself backed up against the counter top.
“Andy! Please! Just stop this now!” I cried out but ignoring me his hand began moving upward along my thigh.
“Now why would I stop when it would seem we both know this is what you’ve been wanting?”
“Just go Andy! Leave me alone!” I cried, aware there were tears forming now. Down below, not wanting to look, I could feel his hand sliding beneath my pinstriped skirt where for the first time I regretted not having worn my more usual attire of trousers. I shook my head, unable to believe my supposed resolution to my daughters problem could have gone so very wrong. He edged closer still where I could now feel his fingers drawing back and forth over the silk, black panties I had worn that morning. A finger was drawn across my panty material, close to my clit and I felt myself shudder with an altogether unexpected, unwanted excitement.
“Admit it Lindy.” I heard him say through the myriad of thoughts swirling around in my head. “You want it don’t you? You really do want my cock?”
“Stop it Andy please! Just go!” I cried but hemmed against the counter top I had nowhere to go and his fingers were now rubbing my panty material with more conviction, making me squirm.
“Hmmm! I think maybe I got you all wrong Lindy! Like I say, I’ve always thought of you as the proverbial prissy bitch but now I’m not so sure. I think maybe you’re more the horny bitch than the prissy one. Why is that Lindy? Am I right in thinking hubby’s not giving you enough cock?” He laughed. “Well we can take care of that right now. All you gotta do is admit what you want.” He paused and edging away slightly, gave me the briefest of hopes he was going to step aside and let me go. I was wrong. Instead he pushed a hand in through the open top of my jacket and began mauling my left breast.
“I gotta say, you’re looking hot today Lindy and I reckon it’s all for me. So come on Lindy admit it! Tell me how much you want my cock!”
“I don’t!” I cried out loud, hoping he could hear the venom in my voice but if he did it had no effect.
“Yeah you do! Just admit it Lindy. After all there’s only you and me here to hear it.” He suddenly squeezed my nipple firmly between his finger and thumb causing me to jump and whimper out loud.
“No! Now stop this!” I demanded.
He squeezed again, the pain this time sharper, yet far more worryingly, came the instant recognition the sensation was not altogether unappealing. “Please Andy! Stop this now!” I told him, my tome softening.
“Then tell me what I want to hear! Tell me you want my cock!”
“I don’t!” I whimpered.
He squeezed once more, harder this time where as soon as his fingers let go of the nipple they began softly massaging my breast. I whimpered out loud, mortified in the knowledge this new approach was starting to send a delicious sensation all the way down to my pussy.
“Please Andy! Please stop this at once!” I begged, fearful I was beginning to lose control.
He squeezed a fourth time where again his rough manner was followed by the soothing caress of his hand. I cringed with the very idea this was my daughters husband doing this to me!
“Say it Lindy! Tell me you want my cock!”
“No!”
He pushed his other hand inside my jacket so they were both massaging my breasts, my second nipple immediately responded, springing to life beneath his rough caress.
“Fuck you feel good Lindy! You want it don’t you?! You want it bad!”
“Oh God!” I moaned, no longer able to issue an outright no, aware my own pussy was now beginning to pulse, rebelling against everything I believed in.
“Say it! ” he demanded as he continued to roughly massage my breasts.
“Oh God Yes!”
“Yes what Lindy?”
“Yes I want it!” I moaned, unable to believe the words that had just slipped from my lips as his hands continued fueling my inner passion as they fondled all over my breasts.
“Then say it out loud! Say, I want your cock Andy! I want your cock in my cunt!”
I couldn’t believe what he’d just demanded and was equally disgusted by his manner. His language completely alien to me.. I couldn’t and wouldn’t respond! Yet as quickly as the thought entered my head, it was ebbing away as I heard the sound of my own voice repeating his demands word for sickening word.
“I want your cock Andy! I want it in my cunt!”
There! I’d said it. I told myself I didn’t mean it and could now only hope it would satisfy him enough that he’d stop.. He eased back, removing his hands from my breasts and for a fleeting moment I believed I was right. I made to move away but his hand suddenly snaked out to grab the back of my hair.
“There Lindy. You’ve said it. Now that wasn’t so hard? Was it?”
His fingers still entwined in the back of my hair he pulled me forcibly towards him until his lips were crushing firmly over mine. I did my best to resist. Telling myself I had too, reminding myself this was my daughters husband. Instead, inexplicably my mouth opened to accept his pushing, probing tongue. He held me there, I could feel his elevated breath forcing its way into my lungs, all the while horrified, that as incredible as it seemed, I was actually beginning to enjoy this. Then as quickly as he’d mashed his lips against mine, he pulled away.
“Fuck! You’re one horny bitch Lindy! Not that I’ve any complaints. In fact I’ll table a deal for you. One that will suit everyone. You’re going to be here for me when I want.! You’re going to be my piece of pussy on the side. You do that for me. You give me what I want, when I want and I’ll promise to stop playing the field. That way, you, me your daughter, we’re all satisfied. Your daughter can be happy I’m no longer playing the field…well not completely. Meanwhile, you’ll get some much needed cock., while I get your horny mouth and cunt.” He laughed, adding, “Of course hubby doesn’t get so much from the deal but what do we care, so long as we’re both getting it away! My bet is he was never up to much in the first place.” He pulled me forward once more using my hair like reins where despite my still trying to take on board what he’d just said and as ridiculous as it was, my mouth once more opened to receive his tongue. He held me there for what seemed an age, him kissing me hard and with passion though what frightened me more, was my kissing him back to the point our mouths were crushing together, our heads turning this way and that an almost desperate hunger for one another. Finally he pulled away.
“I’ll take that as we have ourselves a deal then Lindy?”
Again in my head, despite all that had just happened I wanted to say no. I wanted to tell him what a foul mouthed, cheating bastard he was but try as I might, the words simply would not come out.
“And I can think of no better time to start than right now.” He said as he took a step back.
“I can’t! I have work!” I pleaded my own words giving some hope that I still might get out of this tryst.
“Yeah! Sure you do! Like working on my cock for one!” he sneered.
He took a further step back where my eyes were unable to resist following the movement of his hand as he started to stroke at the bulge now more than evident beneath his shorts.
“Come here Lindy and get down on your knees. It’s time Mum in law showed me how much she can appreciate a real cock.”
I stood and before I knew what was happening my legs were doing the opposite of what my head was demanding. I took a step, then a second and suddenly I was dropping to my knees in front of him. He leant forward and took a hold of my hand, guiding it towards the bulge in his shorts.
“Come on Lindy! Stroke it! Why should I have to wank on my own cock when I know my interfering bitch of a Mum in law is eager to do it for me?”
Still holding my hand in his he began stroking my fingers up and down his bulge. “Ohhh God No!” I whimpered.
“What’s up Lindy? Shocked with how big a real cock can be?” He laughed. “Well just imagine what it’s going to feel like when I am pounding it into your cunt! Of course it might take a bit of getting used to,” he taunted, “given you’ve only had hubby’s pathetic little prick up there but don’t worry Lindy. You’ll get used to it soon enough and trust me, once you do you’ll be wondering why you never asked me before.”
His sick and appalling words were enough to have disgusted any decent, moral minded individual yet as those same words reverberated around in my head I was growing more and more aroused. Suddenly, with neither rhyme nor reason I was reaching beneath his shorts, clawing at the material in my efforts to reveal what lay beneath. I fumbled and clawed and pulled until finally his member sprang upright, freed from it’s cotton sheathed confines.
I think I must have moaned out loud, I can’t be certain, what I was sure was, he was huge. Not just in length, which my heady brain seemed to calculate must have been a good eight inches, but in girth too and suddenly I started to wonder how on earth his cotton shorts had ever been able to hold it at bay. I scrambled for it, my right hand reaching for his shaft while my left began stroking beneath a pair of pendulous balls, the size of which I had never before witnessed. My hand began stroking its way up and down his thick, veiny shaft, my mind immediately taken aback with the realisation, such was his girth, I was unable to get my fingers to meet. I quickly lowered my mouth, eager to see if I’d be able to accommodate such a large bulbous head, never once did it occur to me it had been years since I’d allowed a mans cock anywhere near my lips, never mind actually in my mouth. I slathered my mouth and lips over and over his helmet, like I imagined one of his two bit whores might.
The reality was, I was horrified at my own actions yet all logic for now seemed to have been suspended. It was then I felt his hands pressing down on my head as I ground my lips and mouth against a donkey sized shaft. My hands continuing to stimulate, one wrapped around his cock, the other kneading beneath his heavy balls where every now and again I took the time to clean the head of his cock of precum.
“Fuck you’ve a sweet mouth bitch!” he moaned as he rocked too and fro. I should have been repulsed by his words but instead, incredibly, I felt a kind of pride in the knowledge he was pleased with what I was doing. and my lips continued to lament up and down his rock hard shaft.
Moments later his hand twisted into my hair to yank my head back. where he held my head firm as he began forcing his cock deeper into my mouth until his mushroomed shaped head was buried all the way to the back of my throat. He forced himself deeper still until I could feel his balls churning hotly against my chin. The reality was, I was gagging but he was relentless and I knew at any moment he would be ready to ejaculate into my mouth.
“Suck! Suck! Suck!” he was chanting as I was forced to work my lips back and forth along his shaft.
He began to moan louder than ever and I knew he was only moments away from release. His fingers twisted harder into my hair pulling me forward toward his musty crotch where in unison with one final, almost brutal thrust, the head of his cock seemed to extend another inch. before seconds later he erupted.
I could feel his cock twitching, how could I not, he was huge. Each new pulse sending another jet of come down my throat yet as big as he was I couldn’t believe he could produce so much semen. It flooded my mouth like cream where what I was unable to swallow found its way into my breathing passages until even my nose was a dripping mess.
By the time he pulled away some moments later, my face was a gooey mess. I knelt there, feeling exactly as I was, a mother overcome with shame, knowing I must look like some cheap whore who had just performed a few dollars work. I was truly unable to comprehend how and why this had all gone so wrong. He took another step back and I lifted my head to look at him only to be stopped mid gaze by the very real surprise his erection was still as hard as ever.
“Take off your jacket!” he ordered.
I looked up at him and for a fleeting moment considered defying him yet even as this thought was running through my head I was shrugging the jacket from my shoulders. I placed it to one side. He stepped forward, where my eyes were held by his cock as it bounced up and down like a flagpole in a wind. For a moment I wondered if he was going to offer it to my mouth once more, instead he reached down and pressing his hands over my blouse began fondling roughly at my breasts. I closed my eyes, willing this menace of a man to stop, yet as crude and as vulgar as his actions were I could already feel my nipples responding.
“Hmmm! Not so prim and prissy now, are we Lindy?” he said as he used both hands to tear apart my blouse and thus release my bra covered breasts. He ran his hand over each before reaching up where his fingers twisted firmly into my hair. He swung me backward so that I was now lying on the floor. I was still trying to figure how I had allowed this to happen when he took several steps until he was straddling my body. I watched as he slid a hand up along his shaft where he shook a last remaining drop of semen from its tip. He laughed as it landed on my open blouse. I was being defiled, humiliated and knew it, yet there seemed nothing I could do about it.
“Spread your legs Lindy!” he ordered. “Show me that unsatisfied cunt of yours!”
I was horrified and immediately thought of my daughter, the sole reason for my being in this position, except now I was wondering what she would make of her lust crazed mother. Feeling more and more like the whore I had become I did as he’d instructed. Parting my thighs I could feel my crotch straining against the thin lace of my panties. He stepped back to peer up beneath my risen skirt.
“Nice! I think I’m going to enjoy sticking my cock in your pussy Lindy!” he said crudely.
“Then go ahead and do it! Get it over with!” I shouted, astonishing myself with this request.
“Ah well you see, it’s not as simple as all that Lindy! First you have to tell me how much you want it.”
“I don’t! You disgust me!” I cried, hoping in seeing my distress he’d stop.
“Bullshit Lindy!” he said. I watched as he reached down and began running a hand over my bra covered breasts. I did nothing to put a stop to his actions. “I saw how you sucked on my cock. How much you enjoyed my cum. You want it bitch… and bad. I just want to hear you say it.”
I tried to answer but my tongue wouldn’t respond to what my brain was demanding. What’s more, it was obvious he was only ever going to be content with the whole nine yards of me uttering the kind of filth I found so hard to do and right then, obscenities seemed every bit as repulsive to me as what I had just allowed to happen..
“Tell me your pussy is hot for my cock.” he leered. “How good my cock will feel in your married cunt.”
“I can’t!” I sobbed.
He leant forward and pulling the cup of my bra from my left breast he started pulling and twisting on the now exposed, raw nipple. “Say it!” he ordered.
“Ok! Ok! I’ll do it!” I cried, the pain intense enough I would have said about anything he’d demanded.
“Then start talking or I’ll pull this goddamn nipple right off your tit.”
I closed my eyes, as if by doing so I could excuse what I was about to say and took a deep breath.
“Fuck me!” I bleated. “Stick your big, hard cock in my cunt and fuck me!” I whimpered, using the kind of language he seemed so keen to hear.
“You want it bad, don’t you Lindy?” he grinned.
“Yes I want it! Stick your prick in my pussy and cum like you did in my mouth!”
“Sure Lindy! Anytime you want.” he laughed. He dropped to his knees, in between my legs where his hands began pushing the hem of my skirt higher until he’d exposed my knickers. He reached forward and grabbing at the crotch, ripped the flimsy fabric from my body. I closed my eyes, a tear forming as I realised the panties he’d just ripped apart were a recent purchase by my hubby. I held my breath, fully expecting him to begin straight away but to my surprised he eased back.
“Now Lindy! I want you to show me how much you want it.”
“What?” I stammered, unsure what it was he wanted me to do or say.
“Simple! Put your hands between your legs and spread your cunt open. Pull the lips apart and make your hole wide enough for my cock.”
I shuddered at his crude description of what it was he wanted me to do. I found the whole idea of manipulating and stimulating myself for him repulsive.
“Come on Lindy. Do it! You know you want to!”
I shook my head as I tried to convince myself this was nothing more than a dream, a nightmare from which I would wake at any moment but on reaching down to do as he’d ordered I knew instantly, this was no dream. Yet of more concern was the realisation he wanted even more.
“Tell me how it feels Lindy! Tell me what it is you want. I want to hear it all bitch!” he urged.
Pissed that I should have dared question his relationship with my daughter it was now apparent he wanted more than just my my domination, he wanted my complete humiliation, insisting I not only handle myself but that I tell him about it. That I describe it in full, graphic detail.
“I can’t!” I pleaded.
“Yes you can Lindy! You’ve come this far! Now tell me how it feels! Tell me what you want!”
As his words drifted in the silence of the room I heard myself groan. It was the kind of sound a wounded animal might make.
“My cunt is open for you!” I heard myself tell him.
“That’s better Lindy. How open?” he egged me on. “Stick your fingers inside and tell me how far they go! Let me see you finger fuck yourself. I want to see that pussy ready for my cock.”
I groaned out loud then again unbelievably did just as he’d asked, slipping first one, then a second finger tentatively into my gaping slit. He grabbed at my wrist and pushed, forcing my fingers knuckle deep. where to my horror I realised all at once at just how aroused I’d become. I can only describe it akin to inserting my fingers into a jar of honey.
“That’s better! How is it?” he prompted.
“Oh my God! My pussy is sopping.” I conceded using the same gutter language he seemed to crave, where more frighteningly I was gradually becoming more accustomed to it and where the filthy words now began to roll more easily from my lips.
“Move your fingers!” he demanded. “Fuck yourself with them!”
“Mmmmmm!”I moaned from the sudden spasm caused by my wriggling fingers. “Can’t you see that’s what I’m doing?”
“Good! Now find your clit! Rub it with your thumb!” he instructed. “I want to see you really get off!”
My thumb slid up alongside my pussy to part the fleshy folds where my lips came together. A stiff, cherry sized, firm piece of flesh popped out like a concealed doorbell. I automatically pressed it, never once expecting the response. It was immediate and electric.
“Oh my God!!” I cried. “My cunt’s on fire!”
I believe it was then. That precise moment the two of us instantly recognised my latest, steamy remark had nothing to do with any prompting from my son in law. A strange, somewhat involuntary feeling overtook me. A sensation which gnawed at my very being. It was one I instantly recognised as sexual yet at the same time it was undeniably far more intense, far more exciting than anything I had ever encountered before. Even making love with my hubby had never produced this powerful an emotion. I looked down at myself, half sitting, half laying on my own kitchen floor. One hand supporting my body while the other delved deep between my open legs. My skirt was hitched high up my thighs, my bra covered breasts displayed through the now torn, open blouse.
I knew what I must look like yet as incredulous as it seemed, I simply couldn’t stop masturbating, the sensation incredible. Wherever I touched seemed to send wave after wave of pleasure emanating throughout my entire body. It seemed I knew just where to caress.
I moaned aloud, aware my crotch was growing wetter and wetter with each passing moment and now, whether I liked it or not, the dirty words describing my actions came rolling off my tongue with an ease I could never have imagined possible, made worse by the fact they were now being matched by my thoughts just as lewd. Incredibly, in the short space of time it had taken Andy to reduce me from a caring, concerned mother I now found my thoughts matching his. I will spell it out for you. My breasts became tits! My vagina a pussy….. a cunt while for his part, his penis became a fuck stick. A cock! A prick and now, reduced to this new world it no longer seemed to matter I was doing what I was in front of my son on law.
“Oh Fuck! My cunt feels soooo good! Soooooo Goddamed tight!” I breathlessly told him between a bout of mimi orgasms. “Ohhh shit! I can feel it gripping my fingers!” I whimpered. “Fuck! My cunt feels good!”
“Then just wait til you feel my cock inside you,” he told me. I immediately began to picture that very idea.
“Ohhh God! I don’t think I can!” I gasped. “Do it now! Fuck me Andy! …….. Please! Please! Fuck me!” I pleaded.
I pulled my hand from my snatch and impulsively grabbed for his huge stick of meat. Thanks to the pussy juice coating my fingers my grip was more than a little slippery but once I had a hold of him I was determined not to let go. I began drawing his throbbing cock toward my dripping, wide open cunt. “Fuck me…..! Fuck me Andy! …….Fuck me!” I chanted over and over.
Wanting this every bit as much as I did he leaned forward and eased the head of his prick slid between my pussy lips. Looking back, I’d like to have argued I’ forgotten all about my daughter, my hubby. but I hadn’t. I could picture them both, their faces, their shock at discovering what I was doing, yet as these images washed over my mind I knew there was nothing now could have stopped me. I was no longer a concerned mother, instead I’d been reduced to little more than a bitch on heat, desperate for a long, deep, satisfying fuck.
He began to ease himself forward, his thick girth stretching open the entrance to my cunt. I closed my eyes as he edged in a little deeper. Having sucked on it not five minutes earlier I was already aware his cock was considerably thicker and longer than my hubby’s and knew when he’d penetrated as deep as my hubby ever could, there was more to come and right then I wanted him all, every inch of him. He eased forward some more, forcing a further two inches into my tightly stretched cunt.
“Ohhh Fuck yes! More! Push it all in you bastard! I want it all! I want to feel your balls squish against my cunt!” I begged, now completely at ease with the gutter talk he so obviously desired.
“Feel good does it Lindy? Is this the biggest cock you’ve ever taken?” he asked as he forced his thick meat deeper still.
“Fuck yes!” I cried.
“Bigger than hubby’s?” he prompted.
“Oh God! So much bigger!” I sobbed. “It feels like the head of your prick is inside my womb. I’ve never been fucked so deep!”
“And hard.” he prompted, now beginning to saw his cock in and out of my sopping cunt, his thick veiny girth causing ripples of pleasure to undulate outward from the walls of my cunt.
“Ohh Fuck yes! Harder! Fuck me harder!” I cried. “Split me in two with your big fat prick!”
Spurred on by the torrid words escaping my lips he thrust violently forward where I automatically wrapped my legs around him, locking my ankles in place at the small of his back, pulling him deeper so it really did feel as though his rock hard prick was going to sever my body in two.
“Ohhh SHIT!!!” I screeched uncontrollably. “That feels soooo good. Soooo Fucking big! Is your mum in laws cunt tight enough for you?” I almost begged.
“Damn! It’s the best!” he breathlessly gasped between thrusts. Incredibly, no compliment my hubby had ever paid me came anywhere near pleasing me so. In my sexual frenzy, it seemed, being told by my lecherous son in law I was the best lay was the highest praise I could receive.
He began thrusting harder than ever, only now, with the two us firmly locked together, we were rolling back and forth across the kitchen floor. The floor tiles were hard and cold and scraped against my flesh but I no longer cared. In my lust filled mind it was all I could think was having that huge cock of his rammed into my tight, wet cunt.
The orgasms continued to build. One minute he’d have me pinned to the floor, ramming that fuck stick hard and deep, the next we’d roll where it’d be me on top, bouncing up and down on that big, fat dick until I was cumming so hard it felt like I was floating in space. We rolled again, this time onto my back where his balls slapped against the cheeks of my arse as he drove hard and deep and still I couldn’t get enough.
“Oh you bastard! Play with my tits while you’re screwing me,” I desperately begged. “Suck on my nipples.” As I spoke those words I suddenly remembered where it was I was meant to be at that moment and with this new thought came the notion of how disapproving my work colleagues would be? The disgust in their knowledge I would let my son in law fuck me. I closed my eyes where I continued to imagine their shock but the truth was, I was out of control. For all it mattered they could have walked in right then. and there and I’d have still had the bastard finish me off.
He leaned forward to pull the cups of my bra down, thereby releasing my 36 inch tits. In seconds his rasping tongue had both nipples standing upright. I moaned my delight as he started to suck and bite on each in turn, this new addition the cause of more pleasure coursing through my body, all the way down to my pussy. Then I felt his hand slide down to where our crotches met where his finger began teasing back and forth over my arse.
“Ohh God Noooo!” I cried out loud. In my innocence, in all my years of marriage I had never been played with down here yet feeling his finger tease me, it hit me just how arousing this new sensation was and with his cock still buried deep, he continued to toy and tease his fingers around my anus.
I tried moving, tried pushing him off, scared where this might lead but his weight proved too much. All at once he pushed a finger inside.
My head tipped back, my mouth opened but the ensuing scream was silent as this new, intense, sexual feeling took a hold of my body. Each probe of his finger went deeper until he was quite literally, reaming me out, bringing forth pleasures I had never thought possible. I was losing all control and in danger of blacking out.
“Ohhh Fuck yes! Fuck my arse you pervert!” I cried, wanting this new sensation to go on and on. “Make me cum!” I screamed.
I closed my eyes and tried to picture the scene were anyone to walk in on us right then, my work colleagues, my hubby or worse still, my daughter yet even with these perverse thoughts flooding my mind I doubted I could have stopped what was happening even if I’d wanted to. As crude as he was, there was no point my denying, he was an expert in knowing just what buttons to press for the thrills to maximize far beyond anything I could have dreamed possible.
I lay there, floundering, like a fish out of water. The pleasure kept coming. So intense now I was no longer capable of responding. With his mouth servicing my tits, his cock in my cunt and his finger ploughing my asshole I was certain I was orgasming in all three places at once. Nothing had ever come close to feeling this good. In my lust filled fugue there was only one final thing to make this complete. I was determined, if he was going to make me cum this hard then my leach of a son in law had to cum with equal male intensity.
“Oh God! Cum! Please cum!” I begged him. “I want your hot cum filling my pussy!”
It was as if my words had flicked on a switch. In that one instant his cock seemed to grow the extra tell tale inch I’d previously experienced when I was taking it in my mouth. My heart jumped to my throat with the excitement of anticipating his gooey explosion.
Just as had happened so far, there was no finesse, he was simply out for his own pleasure, fucking me hard, his finger still driving in and out of my anus.
I remember the feeling of disgust at the sound of his animal like grunts as the impetus of his thrusts increased, yet incredibly, these sounds served only to heighten my arousal because I knew it was all of my doing. It was that he was fucking me getting him so worked up. I was sure too I could make out the muffled hissing of his cock as he spurted deep inside my pussy. He held me tight, his body locked rigid from the effects of his orgasm, pressing down on mine as his cock pumped its hot, sticky seed deep inside me. Within seconds I was leaking from the sides of my cunt where I could feel his juices spilling down between my legs yet still he was ejaculating.
Realising my cunt had all it could handle I managed to pull his prick from between my legs and though I’d never done anything like this before, I had him kneel astride me and spurt the remainder of his load all over my heaving tits. Quite how I had degenerated so far in such a short space of time I’d no idea yet, having him spray my tits with his thick creamy spunk felt so so good.. When he’d finished I reached up to smear it all over my tits, enjoying the thrill of massaging it into my nipples. Perverse yes, but so exceptionally good.
I watched as he knelt there, squeezing his hand along the length of his dick, milking the last drop of cum until it dripped from his knob, down onto my left tit. Then he stood looking down at me, the look on his face not one of satisfaction or even pleasure but one of contempt where he simply announced how that would do for now as he had to get to work. He stood, turned and left the kitchen. I heard him make his way upstairs where it hit me just what I’d allowed to happen.. The tears started to roll from my eyes as thoughts of my daughter and hubby and what I’d just done filled my mind.
I heard him moving about upstairs, heard the shower running and was still lying there some time later when he came back down the stairs. I expected him to come in to see how I was, instead I heard the sound of the front door open and close. The bastard hadn’t even the decency to check I was ok.
Right then, I knew I too should have been thinking about work but in truth, it was the last thing on my mind. I looked down at myself, a spent disheveled mess and cried some more, as much for me as my family.
It was another ten minutes before I summoned enough energy to get to my feet and head for the shower, already having made the decision, work that day was out of the question.
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Just as things started to get normal for Joe, something pops up to spoil Joe’s normalcy.
How much better can his life get.
Mom finds out that daughter id fucking uncle and gives her the ok to fuck her father.
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What is a girl to do when she is feeling playful?
I guess there was no way to know that I wasn’t a normal girl.
You see, I didn’t have a ton of interaction with people outside my family growing up. My mom, little sister Kellie and twin brother and sister Andrew and Hannah lived in a small farming town in Iowa. I know it doesn’t sound like a hell of a lot of fun, but again, I didn’t know much better. We lived in Chicago for the first few years of my life. My dad was a CEO of a large company and worked long, stressful days. He died when I was 5, shortly after the twins were born, of a sudden heart attack. I remember being confused as to where he went, and Mom being really sad and a lot of friends and relatives coming over, but other than that, not much. Soon afterwards, my mom moved to Iowa and bought the farm.
She homeschooled all 4 of her kids, since the one decent primary school in town was a Christian school and required regular attendance at church. We never went to church, so it was never an option. I never really asked why. So we were home schooled. In the winter, Mom put us through 12-hour school days so that in the spring and summer, we could focus more on tending the crops and studying independently. I never minded the system, but once I got to be older, I found it monotonous. I didn’t remember much about Chicago but I remember there were a lot more people around.
It was a hot day in July when I was helping Mom harvest the corn crop, and she surprised me.
“Samantha, how would you like to go to a real school?”
This caught me off guard. I HAD been thinking about it, but I never considered it to be a real possibility.
“Where?” I asked. There weren’t any high schools within a 45 minute drive, and Mom had the farm to take care of, not to mention a 13-year-old daughter and two 12-year olds.
“There’s a boarding school in Chicago called Rogers Prep. Your father went there. It just went co-ed a few years ago, so I’d think there are quite a few girls that go there now.”
This idea scared me. Going to Rogers would mean leaving the one place that I really ever knew. I wanted to go to a real school, but this would be a big step. On the other hand, it would be great to be in a place with people my age. Despite being only a year or two older, I did a lot of the work taking care of my younger siblings to help out Mom, so a lot of the time I had to be the bad guy to them. A lot of the time, it felt like me and Mom vs. my siblings.
“What would you do, Mom? Don’t you need help taking care of things around here?”
“Don’t worry about that. They’re all old enough to take some responsibility for themselves. I imagine they’ll all be at Rogers in a year or two anyways, and once that happens I’ll probably sell the farm and get a smaller place I can handle by myself.”
So just before my 15th birthday, Mom and I were making the 5 hour drive to Chicago to meet the dean at Rogers, and if he accepted me, I’d start school the next week. Normally I’d have to take an entrance exam, but I guess the dean was an old friend of Dad’s, and agreed to let me in as long as I demonstrated the knowledge that was needed to succeed at Rogers.
We arrived on campus and it was beyond anything I imagined. The city was so lively; I saw more people in the first 10 seconds than I had my entire life in Iowa. The grass was green, the autumn flowers were blooming, and there were students everywhere. Walking from the car to the dean’s office, I couldn’t help but stare at some of them. Tall, muscular boys, short, skinny girls, some white, some black, some with dark hair, some with blonde hair, one or two with red hair.
We arrived at the dean’s office and were greeted by a 20-something, gorgeous woman. She gave me a toothy smile and her lips moved, but I wasn’t listening. My eyes moved from her hair to her full cheeks to her pouty lips, down to her blouse that showed just a small bit of cleavage. Her boobs weren’t huge, but they were significantly larger than mine, and just had some kind of life to them.
“Samantha?” I heard Mom say.
“Oh, um, sorry?”
“The receptionist smiled again. “I asked if you need anything before your interview? Dean Matthews will be ready for you in 10 minutes or so.”
“Oh, actually, could I just use the restroom? It’s been a long drive.”
“Sure thing, it’s down the hall on your left.”
I nodded and went down the hall to the bathroom. I had a funny feeling in my belly that I’d never felt before. I decided to splash some water in my face to compose myself. I took a look in the mirror. I by no means was bad looking, but I couldn’t compare to the receptionist out front. My hair was naturally straight, halfway down my back and dark brown, almost black. I stood about 5’3”. My tits were an A-cup. I never really cared about their size until I saw the receptionist outside. I didn’t want giant boobs, I just hoped they’d fill out a little bit more. I was toned due to all the farm work i’d done over the years. I especially liked my legs; they looked and felt strong and powerful.
I stared in the mirror, trying to fix my hair. I didn’t love my hair, it was sort of dull. Most of the time I didn’t care, but I didn’t want to look dull in an interview. There wasn’t much I could do about it. I sat down to use the bathroom. I found myself wishing I had red hair like the receptionist. How much more interesting I’d be. I was otherwise average looking, but some interesting hair would make me feel a little bit better about myself.
Realizing I’d been in here about 10 minutes, I quickly washed my hands and returned to the front desk. A man in his 50s wearing a brown suit was already there, chatting with Mom. I guess they must have met once or twice when Dad was still alive.
“Ah, you must be Samantha! I haven’t seen you since you were just a baby. How are you? I’m excited you decided to join us here at Rogers. I’m sure you’ll fit in nicely. Come in, come in, we’ll have a little chat.” He said it all very fast.
“Alright, great, nice to meet you too, sir.” I followed him into his office. On the way in, I caught my mom’s eye. She had one eyebrow raised and was smirking. I didn’t have time to ask what was going on.
The interview itself was not much of an interview. Dean Matthews did most of the talking himself. I smiled and nodded and said a word here or there, but after about 20 minutes, he told me that I’d be a welcome addition to the school and that he’d already set up boarding arrangements for me.
“You’ll have a room by yourself, most of the freshmen live with roommates but your mother tells me you are already adept at algebra, geometry, biology, and writing, so she asked that we accelerate your schooling a bit. You’ll essentially be starting as a Sophomore, and no one has roommates here after Freshman year.”
This was kind of a relief, I wanted to meet people but the idea of sharing every intimate detail of my life with a complete and random stranger was a bit unnerving. I smiled and accepted, and he sent me on my way.
“Go to Holmes Hall and talk to the Housemaster there. He’ll show you to your room.” He smiled and opened the door to his office. “Good luck. I know you’ll love it here”.
I was smiling as I left the office with Mom. We walked over to Holmes as I told my mom everything about the interview. Once we arrived, the Housemaster showed me to my room, unlocked the door, and handed me the key. “This is you, feel free to let me know if there’s anything you need.”
Mom and I entered the room and looked around. It was a fairly big dorm room , with two windows and a double bed in the corner, a desk against the wall, and a large dresser. On the desk sat a brand new laptop laser-etched with my name below the logo.
“Oooh, cool!” I nearly screamed. The only computer I’d ever known must have been built in 1998. We never needed anything newer, and I never experienced anything faster than dialup internet.
“All incoming students get one.” My mom smiled. “Nice hair, by the way.”
I turned to my mother, “Oh no, is something wrong with it?”
“Well, it’s red. About the same color as the young lady you couldn’t seem to take your eyes off of earlier.”
I didn’t really understand. I walked over to the mirror over the dresser and my jaw dropped. My hair, normally a deep brown, was a shocking shade of red. I couldn’t believe my eyes. “What?? Oh my god, how did this happen?”
My mom just smiled. “Samantha, I was going to have this talk to with you today, but you seem to have beat me to the punch.”
I was confused. “What? What talk? What are you talking about?”
“Sam, this is going to seem absurd to you, but I’m 100% serious here. She sat me down on the bed. You and I and your brother and sisters are not normal human beings. In fact, we’re not human beings at all.”
You could have knocked me over with a feather. Did my Mom just tell me that neither of us are human?
“We are an organism from a faraway solar system. My grandmother and a few dozen others were sent here to inhabit this planet, and, within a few hundred years, the majority of the Earth will be our kind. Our job is to spread the race.”
This did not exactly register to me. I sat there with a dumb look on my face, half expecting Mom to yell “psych!” at any moment. She didn’t, but instead, she continued.
“Like I said, I was going to tell you today, but it seems you beat me to it. In case you haven’t realized, we have the ability to change our appearance at will. This gives us an obvious evolutionary advantage, since it’ll be easier to find compatible mates.”
I still could not believe her. “If you can change your appearance, why haven’t I been able to my whole life? Why do you look the same?”
“Well,” she said, “you don’t get the ability until you’re ready to reproduce. But I don’t want you worrying about that yet. You’re here to get an education. As for me, well, I kept the same basic appearance to keep everything under wraps, but let me ask you, do I look like a 50-year old woman?”
I could not say that she did, in fact, she didn’t look a day over 29. Her skin was smooth, her boobs were firm, and her hair was as black as always. “I guess not,” I conceded.
“It’s because I have control over my appearance. I’ll look this way until it’s no longer believable that I’m actually 50. Even then, living on a farm with no steady visitors lets me look as young as I want.” She smiled. “You’re still skeptical. Tell me, what else do you wish you could change about yourself?”
I thought about this. “Well, I wish my boobs were a bit bigger.”
“Of course you do. Our kind don’t develop fully after puberty. That way we can choose what we look like without alarming people. I’m actually surprised you haven’t changed those yet.” She laughed to herself.” Try picturing yourself with bigger boobs, then.”
I did. Instantly, I felt my chest growing outward. The clasp of my bra snapped off and my tits filled my shirt, straining against the fabric. I gasped.
“Whoa now,” my mom laughed. “Don’t go too crazy! You’re not going to be able to keep the boys away.”
I imagined myself with my normal A-cups and watched as they deflated back to normal. “Still don’t believe?” my mom asked.
“I guess I do… this is all insane. Wow” I kept pinching myself, figuring this was a dream.
“Now Sam, this is obviously a very powerful ability. But there are rules. Number one, you must keep this a secret.. This means no changing in front of them. The last thing we want is for you to be whisked away to some government lab for study. The second thing is, don’t change into the form of another known person, particularly if this human is in the area or a celebrity. We don’t want people accidentally seeing double visions of themselves or thinking they saw Lindsay Lohan when they really didn’t, because thats when suspicions arise. Third, and most importantly, you must stay relatively the same form whenever you’re doing day-to-day activities around people who see you often. That means you can’t show up to class as a 6’2, black girl one day and a 4’11 Asian girl the next. Does that make sense?”
I nodded, still refusing to believe what I was hearing.
“So your first task is to find a form you like. This will be your regular form, that you’ll wear most of the time. You can get taller or shorter or grow your boobs and such slowly and over time, but make it seem natural. The next step is to learn to be comfortable in that form. After that, you can change your size, height, hair color, skin color, you name it.”
“And this is all so I can have babies? That’s the purpose of my life?”
“Oh, no, of course not.” Mom said. You can live your life relatively normally. You can have fun changing your form. But I don’t want you to worry about reproduction let. If you do find yourself in that situation, just know that you won’t get pregnant unless you absolutely, positively want to, deep down. You can practice finding mates, but I think reproduction can wait, don’t you?”
“Agreed,” I said. I guess this was my form of the sex talk; I never got a proper one on my farm in Iowa.
“It’s running late, let’s get your things so I can get back,” Mom said, smiling at me.
Once Mom left and I organized everything, I collapsed back on the bed. What a day! I fully expected to wake up in my bed in Iowa tomorrow to find I had a horrible fever or something. I dozed off, and after an hour or so woke up, still at Rogers. I decided to go down to the mess hall to get some dinner; I realized I hadn’t eaten since breakfast. I nearly forgot I’d need to decide on a form before I mingled with other people at the school. Such a high-pressure choice! I figured three people had already seen me; two of them I’d certainly see again, so I couldn’t change myself too much. I decided to go with chestnut hair, just below my shoulders, and full B-cup tits. I liked the size, they fit in my hands when I cupped them and they weren’t noticeably bigger than my real tits. I figured I looked approachable yet very attractive. I was happy with my new body but I wanted to try some new things. I pictured myself with big, firm D-cup tits. Sure enough, my jest grew outward. I caught myself this time and pulled my blouse off.I wasn’t expecting the weight difference and it surprised me. I stood there with my D-cups pressing against my A-cup bra which was open in the back from when I busted it earlier. The bra concealed my nipples but not much else. I removed the bra. My nipples were still dime-sized, so I imagined quarter-sized nipples on myself and sure enough they appeared. I tugged at one of them, sending a shiver down my spine.
I decided to keep going farther with this. I stripped completely naked, knowing my plan would ruin whatever clothes I had on. I imagined a supermodel I had seen, with an hourglass figure, dirty blonde hair, a perky butt, and huge tits. She must have been almost 6 feet, with long, strong legs. I imagined myself becoming her, or something like that. The sudden changes happening in my body sent me stumbling back toward my bed. I was growing about an inch a second, my tits were inflating yet again, and I could feel my butt growing. Once it stopped, I clumsily stood up and walked to the mirror. I was indeed about 6 inches taller, and was a complete bombshell. I couldn’t stop staring at my “self” in the mirror. I explored my tits, fingering at my nipples, which sent a surge of electricity down to my pussy, which still had a thin triangle of hair above it. I found my hand sliding down to it and touching it, and feeling a wetness. My finger slid past my clit and I shuddered. I was staring at myself, admiring my beauty. I found that spot again, and i realized that this was where I should focus. Without moving from the mirror, I watched this supermodel figure in the mirror playing with herself. I slid a finger from my left hand to my opening and inserted a long finger as I continued to tease my clit. I moaned loudly. This was AMAZING! Finally, after a few minutes of increasingly faster teasing and fingering, I felt a crash of pleasure hit me. I screamed, my knees gave out, and i fell to the floor, still going at it with myself. Just as the pleasure subsided I heard a knock on the door.
“Hello? Is everything alright in there?” a male voice called. Panicking, I changed myself back to the 5’3, auburn haired, B-cup form I created for myself earlier and grabbed a towel and wrapped it around myself. I opened the door slightly to see a short but muscular 17-year old boy.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to bother you but I heard screams from this room and I thought it was empty. I’m Mark by the way. “ He reached out to shake my hand. “Samantha” I said. I shook his hand, but didn’t realize my juices were still all over it until it was too late. He didn’t seem to notice.
“I’ll leave you to it, but let me know if you want me to show you around sometime,” Mark smiled.” I’m just across the hall.”
“Alright,” I said, just anxious to get out of this horribly awkward situation. “See you around”. I closed the door and looked through the peep hole at him walking back to his room. I saw him sniff his own hand and look back at the door. He smiled and entered his room.
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John was a thirty something business owner; general construction, married young and divorced within a couple of years. He was now a happy bachelor and doing okay for himself knocking down a cool 6 figures, living in one of his spec homes and doing what he had always wanted. He didn’t go out that much because all it meant to him was another hassle like before and he had enough hassles to last him a lifetime.
He had gotten quite a reputation around town for being a darn good builder and it was well disserved. He had always had this knack of knowing what looks good and how to build it and he used that knack to build his business very nicely. He also had even ventured out into custom building for the wealthier group in his town. With the rewards and the accolades came the added pressure of proving that he knew what he is doing and not making any bad mistakes. So far so good and he intended to keep it that way.
John had grown up in a blue collar family, his father worked at the mill and his mother was a waitress down at the local diner. He had gone into the diner regularly to have his breakfast and to flirt with all of the local girls. There was just one back in those days and she caught his eye big time. Well, his Momma warned him not to get involved “with that one” but he paid her no mind and before you could shake a stick at him, he ran off and got married to the little tramp and well, the rest is history.
His Momma died of a heart attach a couple of years later and his Papa never got over it and when to join her a year later at his own hand. All of a sudden, John was left all alone as a framer for a local builder and when the builder decided to retire, John was the first in line to take over his business.
John had learned his trade well and could not only frame up a good, square house, but he could, string wire, do his own plumbing, roofing and rough in work and have it ready for the professionals to come in and sign it off for the inspections. The only thing that he was lacking in was the finish and trim work so he hired himself the best man in town, Bill Wilson and his business was off and running. Of course, over time, he needed someone to oversee everything and to make sure they were all working off the same page, so he hired a third, a crack notched foreman name Carl to fit that bill.
It was on a Wednesday morning, having their weekly business breakfast, that a certain girl caught his eye. It isn’t as you might think because he had seen this little girl for over a year and he thought of her as if she was his own. Daisy was her name and she had just graduated high school and was thinking about heading to the local community college or about going to beauty school to become a beautician. She wasn’t going to work at this here ol’ diner for the rest of her life and she had the ambition to do whatever she wanted.
She was always bubbly and cheerful whenever he had seen her but on this particular morning, something seemed amiss, you know, something wasn’t just right. He was staring at her with his attention on her face and then it hit him like someone had hit Daisy, giving her a black eye.
“Daisy, darlin’, come on over here and let me take a good look at that eye of yours,” he said with concern in his voice.
“What, oh that, it’s nothing really, it’s just where I ran into the door last night in the dark,” she said in a sheepish sort of tone to her voice.
Bill scoffed and said, “Well, you’d think that you would know your way around the house in the dark wouldn’t ya?”
Carl smiled and returned his attention back to his notebook but John wasn’t quite convinced, not yet anyway so he pursued the matter a little further. “Let me that a look at that,” he said encouraging her to come closer for another, closer inspection.
“John, I said no, it’s really nothing,” she said in a huff but John was too powerful for her feeble attempt to hold him off as he looked at it closer. He saw that her whole side of her face was bruised and swollen under the makeup that was applied over it and the abrasion crept up to her eye. She also had a little swelling over her cheek bone.
“My God Daisy, you must have been running it get such a bruise!” he declared. “Are you sure you ran into a door last night?”
John thought for a second and then he saw red. “Daisy, now tell me the truth. Did Billy Joe hit you last night? Did that no account son-of-a-bitch do this to you? Tell me the truth now Daisy, did he hit you?”
She didn’t say a word, she didn’t have to; she just covered her tears and ran to the back of the diner.
Daisy had been just like anyone else as a ten year old when her Daddy got caught in the grinder at the mill and died on the spot. Her Momma had raised her the best she could but she just couldn’t make ends meet, so a couple of years later, she married this lazy bastard Billy Joe Morgan and that was the end of Daisy’s happy childhood.
Billy Joe had worked for John’s old boss before he retired and had framed along side of John. Well, worked is a generous statement, because Billy Joe usually showed up drunk every morning and was useless by the afternoon. When the boss had to fire his lazy ass, Billy Joe turned around and collected Workman’s Comp on him and he finally was classified as 100% disabled to this day. Daisy’s Momma was run over by a hit and run driver a couple of years later and the driver of the car was never discovered. The poor girl had to live with her step father Billy Joe until she could afford to move out.
He often wondered about what went on in that house at night but he didn’t feel that it was any of his business, but seeing this bruise on Daisy’s face that morning was more than he could handle so he suggested that the three of them at the table needed to pay Billy Joe a little visit.
Now neither Bill nor Carl were little men, in fact, John was the smallest of the three, so they were an imposing force when they showed up at Billy Joe’s house that morning. They rousted him out of his stupor as he finally came to see who was pounding on his door.
“What the fuck do you want?” he shouted through his front door.
The trio pounded again their answer. So Billy Joe made his second mistake in as many days as he opened the door and glared out at the people interrupting his sleep.
“Oh it’s you. The biggest piece of shit this side of the tracks,” he said in recognition of John’s presence.
“Good to see you too,” John said with a calm mean tone to his voice. “We’re here to ask you about little Daisy’s bruise on her face. You don’t know anything about that now do you?” John asked.
“What did that little slut tell you anyway. That I hit her? Well I did. She sassed me, right to my face. She told me to go to hell so I gave her what for,” he said in drunken slobber. “What business it is of your anyway?”
“Oh, I was just wondering because she was all bruised this morning and I just couldn’t believe the story that she gave me about running into the door in the middle of the night so I thought that I would come out to see what you had to say about it and now that you have confessed then I think that I can go,” John said, seething at the sight of this scum.
“Go to hell John,” Bobby Joe told him flatly.
I looked at him directly in his blood shot eyes and said, “Now that’s what you said that she said to you last night that caused you to hit her in the face. So I think if it’s good enough for you then it’s good enough for me,” as he unloaded on him with his fist to his ugly face.
He fell flat on his back as John asked the other two men standing on the porch, “Guys, don’t kill him but make him wish that he was dead,” and slowly turned to walk back to his pickup. He didn’t hear the cries that came out of Billy Joe’s mouth but he knew that he would have to stop by his friend the sheriff to tell about how poor Billy Joe fell down the staircase at his house.
The trio went back to the diner and John told Daisy that she didn’t have to go back home after she got off from her shift and that he would be by to pick her up and take her to his spec home to stay for awhile. He had made sure that Billy Joe would never hit her again and that she could now rid herself of him and start a new and better life for herself.
That was how it started and for the next couple of years or so, they lived a life of total harmony with one another in a truly brother and sister existence. He bought her everything she needed so she didn’t have to go back to her old place and she soon placed the terrible few years through her teenage life behind her.
They moved out of and into other houses depending on whether each of his homes sold or not, but she didn’t seem to mind the gypsy life just as long as she didn’t have to go back to Billy Joe and his drunken fits of anger. She was just thinking about going to school when everything seemed to change.
After a lot of moves, John decided to build him a more permanent home and he had just finished the project and they had moved in less than a week. It was a single story abode, a split plan with his bedroom on one side of the house and the other two bedrooms on the opposite side and both sides had their own bathrooms. The main part of the house was in the center so that was where they spent most of their time when they were home.
It was a Saturday mid-morning and John had an appointment to attend a third showing of a custom build home and he was right on time for it when he pulled out of the driveway. After traveling about 5 minutes towards his appointment, he suddenly realized that he had left the file for the project on his desk in the office/den and he needed it to make any notes or changes that the client might want to make. He turned around in the middle of the street and sped back towards his new home.
He parked his pickup and ran into the house to retrieve his forgotten file and as he entered the office, he heard the water running in his bathroom which was right next to the office. Thinking that he left the faucet running or something like that, he opened the door between the office and the bathroom and got the surprise of his life.
There standing under the rain shower head, was Daisy, naked as can be with her head pulled back under the water spraying out of the nozzle, facing his direction, taking a shower in his bathroom. “Why is she in my bathroom?” was the first thing to come to his mind but the second was “My God, she’s completely naked!”
He turned to leave but she opened her eyes and let out a scream and immediately covered herself with her hands and arms. Turning around, completely mortified about being caught in his bathroom, she screamed, “John, what are you doing here?”
“I forgot, ah …, I just came back, ah …, what are doing, ah …, I’ve got to go,” he shouted as he turned and ran out of the bathroom and out to his waiting pickup. He was breathing very heavily as he sped back to the route that he should have been on for ten minutes now and his mind was speeding more than the car as he worked his way through traffic to arrive at the site only a few seconds late.
The meeting went off without any more hitches and the clients seemed enthused and eager to finish the build and as he headed his rig back towards his house, his thoughts went to the surprising sight that it had captured forever in his mind’s camera. My God she was beautiful with her full round breast, with their smallish, pointy nipples sticking out proudly as the stimulating water fell down across them. Her waist was trim and flat like her abdomen and belly button but her bush down between her legs was the most luscious part of the picture. It was a light brown that seemed almost translucent in color and allowed a view of her wondrous lips down there that made John’s cock start to stir with excitement at the mere thought of seeing her like that.
He had a strange feeling come over him as he entered his driveway. It was almost a feeling of dread of having to face her but he thought that he had to see her eventually so now was as good of a time as ever. He entered his house and walked to the office and placed the file back into the file cabinet and as he turned to leave, there was Daisy, standing in the doorway looking terribly disturbed and guilty.
They stared into each other’s eyes for a brief moment or two and then John broke the silence by saying, “Daisy, I’m so sorry for barging in on you like I did this morning. I should have realized that I just didn’t leave the water running and that someone was obviously in the bathroom.”
“NO, it was all my fault. I should never have gone into your bathroom to take my shower. My God, what was I thinking of?” she replied, her voice in a panic.
“Well, we both were at fault I guess but I just want to say how sorry I am for seeing you, or ah, for interrupting your, ah, well, next time I’ll knock before entering,” John stammered and then realizing that he didn’t really mean what he said. Being very flustered by his attempt at an apology he stammered once again, “I mean, if there ever is a next time, I mean, well I just won’t knock and come right in, I mean, oh shit, you know,” he blurted out turning a bright shade of red.
She turned a equal color of red and then muttered, “Yeah, I know,” and turned to leave the room but as she turned, John could not help but notice the sway of her breasts and the little giggle of her buttocks as she made her way back to the other side of the house.
“My God,” John thought, trying to rewind the picture that kept flashing across his brain’s eye, “I don’t thing she had anything on under that tee shirt or those white cotton shorts. Her breasts were swaying so much that I’m sure that she wasn’t wearing a bra and that little ass on her was giggling too much to be covered by a pair of panties. My God, why was she dressed so provocatively?”
The Saturday progressed as usual except that John found himself all by himself watching the golf match instead of sharing the space with his house guest. She was mysteriously absent from the main part of the house and was holed up in her room. About two thirty in the afternoon, John decided that maybe he should check in on her and so he quietly approached her closed door and just as he was about to knock, he heard a strange groan or moan that stopped him in his tracks.
He listened intently through his held breath and there is was again. It was a moan, a loud moan and a squeak of a bed springs. He froze as he continued to listen in at her door, not daring to breathe. “There it was again, louder this time and what was she muttering?” As he eavesdropped on his lovely young house guest, he could make out a feint little, “Oh my God, oh my God, oh, oh OH, OH, YES!” and a rustling sound of covers coming through the closed door. He suddenly realized what he had been hearing as he slowly crept back down the hallway towards the family room. “She was getting herself off,” John thought as he walked back towards the family room and then he realized that his cock was sticking out straight in his pants and he was as horny as hell.
His raging cock stuck with him most of the afternoon along with his recording of her folly that he had overheard still playing in his mind. Had she actually been stimulating herself like it had sounded? He didn’t know for certain but it sure did sound like it to him plus the image of her standing in the shower earlier that morning didn’t help his efforts to regain his sanity. By five thirty, he had to go tell her that he was hungry and see if she wanted to go out for a bite.
She agreed through the closed door and soon made her appearance out into the kitchen looking just a little flustered. They left for a local restaurant to grab a bite and then back to the house afterwards to spend the rest of their evening sharing their embarrassment it seemed.
They chose an old movie to watch on the TV and during one of the many commercials, John finally spoke up and told her once again how sorry he was for barging in on her that morning. He never mentioned that he had overheard her that afternoon in her room because she blushed enough when he brought up their morning ordeal.
She looked down at her lap and slyly told him, “Its okay. It was a shock at first but now its okay.”
He thought about what she said and the words “Its okay” kept running over in his mind. He was wondering what to make of this remark as she slowly picked up her gaze and stared directly into his eyes. For the first time he looked back into hers and he was struck by just how beautiful she was. Her deep blue eyes, her tiny turned up nose, her rosy cheeks and her delicate little mouth, all shouted out at him with their beauty.
She was sitting next to him on the sofa with her feet and legs tucked up under her and her full skirt lay flared out over her lap. Her delicate embroidered blouse hung open at the top exposing just a hint of the cleavage between her nice full breasts. As she looked up at him, her eyes were begging for him to embrace her. He could see that she had the need and was pleading with him to fulfill it. Her chin rose up in an invitation to his lips as he continued to stare into her two eyes and then he was involuntarily drawn down with his mouth to meet invitation.
As soon as they touched, both sets of lips parted just a little as they softened into a sensuous first time meeting and they began to melt into each other. As they blended, they parted some more, taking each other into the confines of their oral cavities. As they smashed down into their kiss, they each opened their mouths further trying to absorb the other into their growing passion and they each started pulling the other into a warm wet embrace.
John’s hand rose up to caress Daisy’s cheek as she pulled on his shoulder, giving his the encouragement that he sought. Opening his mouth slightly, he panted it onto her lips and stuck his tongue into her mouth, trying to find his mate and enter into a wild fencing match to see who could claim the superiority. He bit her slightly on her lips as she cooed her satisfaction through his kisses and then rolled her head to the side in a sensual sign of submission.
With his eyes closed and in between kisses, he slobbered out his warning, “Oh Daisy, we’ve got to stop while I still can. This isn’t right, I’m so much older than you. Oh Daisy please make me stop.”
“I want it, John, oh my wonderful John. I’ve wanted this to happen for a long, long time and now I couldn’t stop if even if I wanted to. Oh John, my love, take me, I’m yours. Take me all the way. Oh John, take me, take me, take….” Her voice trailed off into nothingness but passion.
He pulled her on top of his lap as he continued to press his lips into hers. His mouth was gyrating around on her open lips as his hands began to pull on her shoulders until she was grinding her breasts into his chest. His hands were all over her back, massaging and groping her back muscles, continuing to pull her into him. When his hand found the bare flesh at the bottom of her blouse, he inserted it under the material and slid it up her back until he found her bra snap and with one hand, he squeezed his fingers together and the tension sprung apart, freeing the cups from her breasts.
She moaned a little as she raised herself up from her kissing and allowed both of his hands to run up her back, taking the blouse with them until her bare breasts fell free of the garments. There they were, staring him straight in the eyes, a mere two inches from his sight in all of their glory, her two perfectly shaped mammary glands, waiting to be suckled.
Taking just the nipple into his mouth, he gently closed his lips around its hardness and began to draw it into his mouth with his sucking lips. He marveled at its pebble hard texture and shape as he ran it around and around between his lips, biting on it occasionally. She moaned out loud at the sensation as she unconsciously pressed her chest into his mouth, forcing him to take the entire firm breast into his orifice which he gladly and willingly accepted.
He went from one to the other, giving each his full attention as she rose up on her knees that were straddling his thighs. His hands sought out her fleshly legs under her skirt and as they made their way up the taught muscles of her extremities, they found the material of her thin panties clinging to her firm little butt. They each grabbed hold of the fleshy part of her rear end and as they squeezed on the muscular butt, they also separated them with a pulling action causing her to squeal with delight at the sensation.
His hands were kneading and stretching her butt cheeks, pulling her holes apart and together with each movement of his hands. This caused her to react in the most sensuous way and before long she was mad with desire. She knew that she had to have him and she would not stop before that happened.
She arched her back but before long she threw her hands down to the bottom of the polo that he was wearing and ripped it up and off of his body. Lustfully, she took his nipples between her lips and started to return the favor that he had just completed on her breasts. John felt the urge down deep in his loins as she kept up the sucking action on his tender breasts and then she moved down to lick his stomach muscles.
She was mad with her desire to taste all of his body and as she worked her mouth down to his belt buckle, she slid off of his lap and curled up between his knees. Struggling to free his pants from their restraints, she finally opened them up and slid them over his raised butt and taking them down to the floor. Now his exposed cock sprang up to introduce itself to her hungry mouth and with one long slow lick of her tongue, she ran it from his balls to the tip of his head in one long lick.
John groaned with enjoyment at the sensation of her tongue but he had not felt anything until she placed her entire mouth around his throbbing head and encompassed it into her mouth. The feeling was indescribable as she managed to engulf the entire cock down into her willing mouth and didn’t stop until the head of it rested right against her gagging throat. It twitched a little, buried between her soft lips until she started it pull it out by sucking hard with her mouth as she drew it out slowly.
“Oh my God Daisy, that feels so good. Where did you learn how to suck a guy’s cock like that?” John asked through his clenched teeth as he took in a deep breath.
Daisy didn’t bother to answer with words but increased the speed and depth into her mouth as she sucked down hard on his engorged cock. He sighed and moaned out loud as he started rocking his hips into the action of her mouth.
His need was building deep within his loins as he placed both hands on her cheeks and guided her mouth onto his cock but when he felt her finger go down between his wide spread legs and start to probe for his anus, he felt the urge start to erupt.
He grabbed her by the sides of her head and forced his shooting cock down her willing throat as he raised his hips high off of the cushions to the sofa. He could feel his wad escape the tip of his cock as it shot down her throat, one rope at a time. The sensation of her throat muscles contracting and accepting his sperm was indescribable as he continued to ejaculate out all of his semen. When it was finally just a dribble, she licked him clean as she pulled it out of her mouth and with a big grin on her face and stuck the tip of her tongue right onto his hole on the end of the head.
“Oh my God,” he said through his spinning eyes when he reached down and grabbed her under the arms to raise her back up off of her knees. “Daisy that was fantastic. I’ve never had a blow job that intense in my life.”
She cuddled back up on his lap and allowed her legs to go on either side of his thighs as she embraced his chest with her arms. “I’m glad you liked it,” she cooed.
He rested there for a moment, rubbing her bare back and then placed his hands down on her butt once again. Working his hands up her skirt until he felt the softness of her panties covering her rear, he grabbed her by the ass and lifted her to her feet. He scooted down until his head was resting on the back of the sofa and moved his fingers around to her crotch and felt for the moisture that had escaped from her opening. He picked up the hem of the skirt and put it around his head as he looked up at her crotch and the growing wet spot on her panties and then he pulled her down onto his open mouth.
She moaned out loud as she sunk down and spread her knees out wide. She felt the warmth of his breath as he began to eat at her crotch and as he nibbled on her pleasure node she shrieked with excitement. “Ohhhh John,” she cried. “Oh my God what you do to me. Yes My Lover, eat my pussy, eat me out good!”
He needed no further encouragement as he buried his nose and chin through her panty covered snatch into her treasure zones. She shrieked her enjoyment and ground down with her crotch into his oral assault. Her wet spot was growing larger by the second as her juices began to flow. She began to breathe very rapidly as the pleasure built in her womb and as she felt the sensation build and build from deep within, she tensed all of her muscles and pressed down into John’s face as she erupted into a grand orgasmic release that cut off all of John’s air supply.
He held his breath as he manipulated his tongue into her slit and pushed the material against her clit. She was bucking her hips on top of his face and was screaming out her pleasure. But as it started to subside, he pulled out of her crotch with his head and sat back up to take her quivering little body into his arms to hold and protect her. He began to rock her back and forth as he felt her heavy breathing of her bare breasts against his own chest. He was rock hard once again and he knew that she would be in a second or two.
He reached down and grabbed her by the butt and stood up and carried her to his bedroom. He was completely naked and she was naked from the waist up but as soon as they got to his bedroom, he would take care of that small little matter. As he walked, she held him close around the neck and she placed her cheek against his shoulder until he laid her down on top of the bed and reached for the zipper that held up her shirt.
Daisy opened her eyes and watched him remove the full skirt down over her hips and legs. Tossing it aside, he turned his attention to her soaking wet panties that remained as her only covering. As he pulled on the waistband, they stretched out over her hips and as she raised them up off of the bed, her light brown pubic hair made its appearance. She raised her bent knees up to her chest to remove her underwear and in so doing she exposed her sopping wet vagina to his eager eyes. Her lips were all swollen and red looking and were parted deep between her legs and her opening was still emitting her moisture and aroma. It was so eager to accept my raging cock that he had to enter it right then and there.
Pulling her knees apart and sliding himself in between them, John grabbed his member and guided it towards the Holy Grail. She stopped breathing as she looked deep into his eyes and her mouth turned up into a faint little smile. As the head of his cock made contact with the slippery wet lips of her vagina, she closed her eyes and exhaled loudly and moaned, “Oh John, I’ve waited for this moment for so long. I want to feel you deep inside of me. Put it in me John My Darling, put it all the way in.”
It was music to the ears of John as he slowly entered her vaginal opening. He felt the slick, wet lips engulf the head of his cock and expand around the bulbous intruder and draw it into its confines as he pressed firmly with his hips. She was no virgin and she took it without a whimper but the tightness of the walls of her canal caused them to squeeze tightly against his cock as he impaled her more and more. He relished at the sensation of feeling her tightness surround his penetrating progress but when she moaned out loud and begged him for more, he almost lost it.
Opening her vagina completely at last, he pushed through to the bottom of her well and he could feel it stop at her cervix deep inside of her womb where he rested for a brief moment. She exhaled her breath and moaned again from the full feeling that he had caused her and as he started to withdraw it from her depths, she instinctively pulled her hips away to increase the sensation that his stiff cock was causing as he drug it back out of her opening.
Her lips clung to his shaft like her mouth had clung to it earlier until he had withdrawn it completely from her cunt but as he repositioned it for another penetrating plunge, she screamed with excitement and rose up her hips in acceptance. This time, he entered her with much more force and speed until she saw stars against the blackness of her closed eyes but she could not control her vocalization of the pleasure that it caused and she screamed out her enjoyment.
He continued to slide it in and pull it out of her well lubricated pussy as he was driving her with his hips. She was trying to meet his every entrance with her pounding crotch but was having trouble keeping pace with his movements. She was reaching her orgasmic stimulation much faster than he was because he had already blown his rocks into her mouth just a few minutes before so he was ready for the long haul and was driving his cock deep into her slick pussy and driving her crazy.
Her hands were on his butt, pulling his every thrust deep into her crotch. She threw her legs around his back and added that pressure to their slamming. You could hear the “Slap, slap, slap” of his thighs into her butt cheeks over her crying buildup as he continued to slam it into her.
“Oh my God, oh my God,” she kept repeating in an ever increasing louder voice. “Oh John you’re driving me crazy! I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum, OH GOD, I’M CUMMINGGGGG!!” she finally shouted out her declaration of release. She planted her heels into the mattress and arched her back off of the bed as she let out an unworldly noise that built up to a shouting cry.
“Oh GODDD YESSSS!!” she cried out through her clenched teeth. “OH YESS, YESSS, YESSS!!”
John kept up his pumping, slamming it deep into her pussy and drawing it out so that he could make another run at it. He was insanely obsessed with his own build up and he was forcing himself to reach his own release. He held his breath as his hips became a blur and then he let it all out at once. His breath, his emotions, his desires all came rushing out the end of his cock.
He release was announced by his grunt that shook the entire neighborhood. “UGH, OH MY GOD, UGH, UGH, UGH,” he shouted as he spewed out his seed into the receptacle that he was filling. “OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD!” he kept repeating in praise of the one that caused this moment to be remembered.
Finally he started to slow down his rhythmic motions and settled into a rocking action that was much more pleasing for the both of them. He slid his deflating cock back and forth through the co-mingled bodily fluids and she lay there motionlessly spent, trying to catch her breath. But her exhaustion got the better of her and she slipped into unconsciousness, feeling numb to everything that had just happened to her.
He slowly relaxed on top of her frail little body, lying between her wide spread legs, and his mind started to spin in confusion. What had just transpired here and where was it heading? He had a feeling deep within his soul that he thought he would never feel again and it frightened him somehow. But at the same time it felt so good, so right that he actually welcomed it as he drifted off into his own exhausted state to rest and to sleep.
He felt a bare leg when he rolled over and he instinctively jerked awake. His memories came flooding back to him and a smile crossed his face as he draped his leg over her bare butt sticking up at him. She knew what was rubbing her rear end and she welcomed it presence as she raised it up to acknowledge the contact. She felt his leg relax on top of her as well as the warmth of his cuddle and quickly slipped back to sleep with a warm love building deep inside of her.
John slept for the rest of the night. He had conflicted thoughts that kept running through his mind but never came to the surface until that morning. He awoke with the strangest feeling of being watched in his sleep and when he rolled onto his back and opened his eyes, he saw the most beautiful face smiling right back at him.
She had rolled on her side and was watching him as he slept. She had felt this appreciation for his sacrifice for over a year now and it had grown from appreciation to admiration to affection and finally to a love that she didn’t know how to express to him or even if she should. But after what had transpired to night before, she only hoped that he felt the same way towards her and if he didn’t, then what had happened was a waste and should never had been allowed. A single tear escaped her eye and as it ran down her cheek, she wiped it away. John saw her move and what she was doing and a sense of regret displaced the feelings that were growing in his mind.
“What’s wrong Daisy?” he asked caressing her cheek with his hand. “Why the tears?”
“I’m just being silly that’s all. I was just wondering if what happened last night was the wise thing to do. I mean, oh God, I loved it. You were fabulous and everything, but, I don’t know, maybe we just got caught up in the moment. You know what I mean, maybe we shouldn’t have done what we did. You might feel kind of trapped or something,” she said through her sniffing.
John propped himself up on his elbow as he looked deeply into the tearing eyes of his lover. He searched into her soul through those two little windows that were starting to overflow and he felt the sense of love for her grow all the more. How could he have fallen so much, so fast for a girl so much younger than he was a question he would take with him to his grave, but there was no denying it, he felt it once before, a true love for a woman that had stolen his heart.
He smiled at her as she continued to break down and sob. He reached for her and pulled her into his strong, muscular arms and pressed her against his chest. “Come here little girl,” he said with a cheerful tone in his voice. “Come on over and cry your eyes out if you must as I tell you a story,” he told her as he kissed the top of her head.
“There once was a guy who, after a rather nasty separation and divorce from his wife had sworn that he would never fall in love again so he buried himself in his work. It worked because his work turned out a lot of good things for a lot of people. Then one day, he met this younger woman and saved her from a terrible tyrant and asked her to come live with him. For well over a year they lived in harmony together, each coming and going their own way. They were happy in this arrangement until, one day he came home and found her in his shower. He saw just how beautiful she really was and wondered why he had not noticed this fact before.
“Well, that evening, they both felt a strange sensation grow between them and they spent the night making mad passionate love with each other and that feeling turned into a feeling of love, on his part anyway and he just wanted to be close to her in every way. He wanted to hold her close and caress her bare back and he wanted her to lie on top of him and hug the breath out of him. He so wanted her to love him like he loved her and never forget it for an instant,” he said holding her close.
“Daisy, I do think that I’m falling in love with you and I know that I shouldn’t; I’m so much older than you and I rescued you from Billy Joe and now I’ve turned into something just as bad. But, you see, you are so beautiful and sweet and lovely that I couldn’t help myself and now I realize that I don’t want to. I don’t feel trapped, I feel liberated! I feel free for the first time in many years and I have you to thank for it. Daisy, don’t you see, I love you!” he said pulling her up and making his declaration directly into her eyes.
She was smiling as the tears were flowing out of her eyes. She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him harder than she had hugged anything before. “Oh John, I love you so much!” she kept repeating into his ear. “I love you so much!”
They lay there in each other’s arms, feeling the love that they each had just confessed grow with every passing second. It was almost like they couldn’t get close enough to one another to satisfy themselves and their love that they felt. But after awhile, John felt the urgent need to empty his bladder so excused himself to retreat to the bathroom. Daisy watched him as he swayed it into the bathroom and decided that she should relieve herself also so she followed him.
After shaking off the last little bit of his morning deposit, he turned and told her that he was going to take a shower and encouraged her to join him. After her squat, she stepped into his rather large shower that was the cause of their new found love affair and slid up next to him to press her naked body against to his. He turned and bent down and gave her the warmest, love filled kiss that he could muster.
After the longest, drawn out passionate kiss, they separated their bodies and allowed each other to apply soap all over the other. John made sure that all of Daisy’s young, firm body was squeaky clean, especially down between her separated legs and as he settled down close to make sure that every little inch of her pussy had been washed, he pulled on her butt cheeks and drew her in to his seated position.
Placing himself between her legs, he moved his mouth closer until he could smell her feminine presence and he stuck out his tongue to get a taste of her juices. When he made contact with her lips, she pressed her hips forward into his oral assault and groaned the most sensuous sound imaginable. She threw back her head as his tongue spit her two lips apart and made its way up her channel towards her hooded node and when he landed directly on it, she jerked and cried her approval as she reached down and grabbed the top of his head.
“Oh my God John,” she sighed through her open mouth. “God I love you. Oh John, I love you, I love you so much.” She was lost in her lust for his tongue and his lips as he took her tender button between them and started to gently suck it into his mouth.
“Oh, oh,” she moaned as she pressed his head back against the shower wall. When it could go back no further, she continued to press her now ready pussy into his mouth as she steadied herself with her hands against the same wall. She was rocking her snatch up against his lips and mouth just as she felt his hand go around to her rear end in search of her openings. His fingers found each willing and able to be entered and as she spread her knees even further apart, felt his two fingers enter herself slowly as her mouth flew open and she took a deep breath in.
John hand was busy sliding in and out of her crotch as his two fingers were pushing deeper and deeper into her soft insides. She was starting to rock herself into an orgasmic state and the feelings of the three stimuli at once became more than she could handle. She opened her mouth wide and tightened up her muscles and then released all of her emotions in one long, frantic cry as she rammed her crotch into his face.
“OH MY GOD JOHN, I’M CUMMING, OH I’M CUMMINGGG!!” she screamed as she rammed her hips into his face. He was pumping his fingers into her openings and sucking hard on her clitoris until she could take no more of the stimulation and threw herself off of him. Reaching down to pull him back up to his feet, she threw herself around his body to hug him with every square inch of her naked, quivering self.
“Oh John, take me, take me hard and deep. Take me completely, take me now, oh please John, TAKE ME NOW!!” she begged.
Grabbing her by the ass and lifting her up off the floor, he placed both of her legs around his waist with her arms still around his neck for support. Then he reached down to guide his raging hard cock towards her wet vaginal opening and as he landed on it on the first try, it pried open her entrance and he started to push it in. She let out a strange, guttural sound from deep within her soul and let herself be impaled by the rod that she loved so much. As it continued on its long course inside of her, she continued to inhale her breath as she slid down his body between her wide spread legs.
Her mouth was wide open as she neared the bottom of her well and she wiggled around a little to make sure it would not go in any further. She then tightened up her grip on John’s neck and pulled herself up off of the intruder until it nearly came out. But she reversed the course of it once again and slid it back deep into her sobbing hole and this time she cried out, “Oh God John, oh fuck, make it go in further, please put it in me all the way. Please?” As she begged, he bent his knees and rotated his hips upwards and slammed his meat into her as hard as he could.
She screamed out her pleasure and then rose back up and plunged herself down on his rock hard cock. “Oh God yes, oh yes, oh yes,” she screamed through her clenched teeth. “Oh harder, yes harder, oh my god HARDER!!” she yelled out finally and threw herself down painfully on it as she rammed it into herself as far as it could go. She reached her orgasm as she was throwing herself upon his cock. He tried to keep up with her motion but it came on too strong and too frantic for him to remain standing on his own so his knees gave way until she was lying on her back in the middle of the shower with him on top of her and his hips pumping wildly into her wide open legs.
Daisy was sprawled out under the water coming from the shower nozzle with John pumping her crotch like a mad man. Her legs were sticking straight up in the air and her knees were bent. He had hooked her knees with his arms as he rose up on his toes and his main contact with her was between his raging hard cock and her well used pussy lips. So as he embedded her with it once again, he put the full weight of his body down with it and she screamed as he slammed it into her.
“OH FUCK ME!!” she cried out. “OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OF FUCK,” she cried in rhythm with his plunges. Over and over they slammed into the floor of the shower as he gained on his excitement until he was mad with his lust. And just as they thought that they couldn’t get any more turned on, he growled like a wild bear and slammed into her with his first rope of the morning. Deep inside her the rope splashed against her cervix as deep inside of him his orgasm began to release itself.
He lost all control over his senses and his body. He was mad with his lust for his new lover and totally in love with her lust. He had lost everything and had won everything at the same time and as he came down from this unbelievable orgasmic experience, his muscles let him down with a thud and he lay there on top of her tiny little body, panting like a dog.
They lay there for a long time under the constant shower of water on their naked bodies. It was almost symbolic of their lives that were miraculously washed clean of their rough beginnings and now they were one in their togetherness. They lay there alone in their dreamy state of exhaustion, panting their desires and resting for their next adventure together.
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In this work, Ashley has had quite enough with her sister’s antics and now is finally going to show her what respect means.
Danny’s new target is his sister!
Hi guys, this is the last part and I highly doubt I will write another “sequel” to it. I have some other stuff coming out soon, stay tuned! PS- I put the story in spell check, and It fucked up how I wrote it from a English/Aussie viewpoint.
This is my coming of age story.
It was one of those beautiful Fall days we get in Ohio, with mild temperatures and lots of sunshine to highlight the October colors of the maple trees that lined the streets, but inside my boyfriend’s car — things were a lot more frigid. I was pissed off — beyond pissed off at Jonny Hollister, my steady guy of more than a year. He was driving me home from school — we’re both seniors in high school and while we weren’t fighting, I was pissed.
“I just don’t get it, Jonny!” I said for about the hundredth time. “My parents are gone…like gone for the entire weekend. We have the house to ourselves and could do whatever we want!” I reached out and stroked his thigh from his knee to just shy of his crotch to emphasize the “whatever we want” part.
Jonny gave me a quick glance, not letting his eyes leave the road for more than a second, giving me that grin that gets him out of so much trouble, it isn’t even fair. “I told you, Alesha — it’s my weekend for family obligations. I can’t get out of it.”
I rolled my eyes in disgust and replied, “You could try! Ask your mom — she likes me! I’m sure she’d let out of whatever obligations you have this weekend. You could make it up next weekend!”
My boyfriend just sighed and grinned at me again. “You know I can’t, sweetie. I’ve got family obligations.” He reached out blindly and set his hand down on my bare knee and let it travel upwards towards my crotch until I put my legs together to deny him access. He sighed again and said, “I’ll make it up to you. There will be other weekends, I promise.”
I stuck my tongue between my lips and blew a loud raspberry in response and then stared out the window, watching the homes of our small town pass by. I felt so pissed off. I pounded my fists against my upper thighs and yelled out, “FUCK!”
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I suppose a little explanation is in order. I’ve been dating Jonny since early on in our Junior year. I love him and I think he loves me. He turned eighteen in late May just before we became Seniors and I turned eighteen in early June. We had already been making out hot and heavy and two days after my birthday, he took my cherry and we’ve been fucking up a storm ever since. It hurt like hell at first, but now four months later — his big cock makes me crazy.
This morning, my parents informed me that they were flying out to a book selling conference in New York City — Daddy runs a small religious press — printing lots of Protestant religious books. That meant I had the house all to my self and I immediately had visions of Jonny and me having unlimited opportunities to fuck without worrying about Mom or Daddy walking in on us. But, no, I’d forgotten that it was Jonny’s weekend to do his so called family obligations.
Since Jonny turned eighteen, he’d had some weird family thing going on that requires his complete attention from Friday through Sunday every fourth weekend. He would never clarify what “family obligations” meant, but explained it was something he absolutely couldn’t get out of. I didn’t like it and pouted a bit every fourth weekend, but I always got over it. I mean, I love the jerk!
And I meant it when I said his mom liked me — heck, his whole family liked me. I’d been over many evenings to his house for dinner and to work on homework or to watch TV and his mother had taken a real shine to me much to my mother’s disgust who made it plain that she thought Nikki Hollister was a bit of a slut.
You have to understand, Mom and Daddy were very religious — devout, conservative Christians and I suppose to Mom who never met a high collared dress she didn’t like, Jonny’s mom dressed like a loose woman. I would never think that, although Nikki wasn’t shy about showing off what she had.
She was a tall woman with very womanly curves — I’d guess her figure was a very solid 40DD-26-38. Her large breasts rode high on her body, the upper swells usually on display in the scoop necked blouses and sweaters she preferred and her dress hems were always above the knee and showing off her very long and shapely legs. When you add those brilliant blue eyes and long straw-blonde hair cut like Jennifer Aniston, framing her face, you were talking about a very lovely woman.
It didn’t bother me at all when Daddy would tease me about Jonny planning to “marry a girl just like dear old Mom,” because truth be told, I did look a lot like his mother. Tall and whitish-blonde hair, a very pert and firm pair of 38D breasts, a slender figure and toned, athletic legs from years of girls’ soccer. And I loved the fact that Nikki really seemed to get along with me and was supportive of Jonny and me since we began dating. Jonny and I had begun making plans for after school — even talking about marriage once we got out of college.
Still, this once a month ‘family obligation’ thing was driving me nuts and after giving me a loving kiss goodbye, Jonny drove away, leaving me still fuming. Once I was inside, I slung my book bag into a corner of the living room and stewed about losing this great opportunity to fuck and brooding over what the fuck Jonny could possibly be doing with these ‘family obligations.”
I’d wondered before, but now I felt an obsession growing over it. I couldn’t wrap my head around it. Jonny was part of a typical nuclear family. There was his father, David, his mother Nicky and his sister Erica who was almost twenty and still lived at home while attending college in a nearby small city. No grandparents or ailing relatives to take care of…no massive farm to deal with…no family business he had to help with — his father was an accountant and his mother was a legal secretary. The Hollister family wasn’t particularly religious — so I didn’t think it was some God thing. It just made no sense.
I thought about calling his mother and trying to actually get her to let him out of whatever the ‘family obligations’ was, but even though I picked up the phone twice — in the end, I didn’t think it would work. Since May, his ‘family obligation’ had come every four weeks without fail. I knew his sister, Erica also had the same obligations, but on a different week — once I’d called her up about going shopping the coming weekend and she’d declined, offering to go the following weekend and then last month, I’d tried to set her up on a blind date with a cousin who’d been visiting, but she’d said no because it was her weekend for “family obligations.’
As evening fell — I grew more disgusted and pissed and horny. My parents’ house was quiet and empty and it should have been filled with my moans and the smell of sperm and wet pussy while we fucked our young brains out. I thought about retiring to my room and playing with myself — there was a bowl of cucumbers on the kitchen counter that would have been perfect for the role, but I was too pissed off to succumb to my needs. Jonny’s goddamn ‘family obligations’ occupied my every thought.
Finally, I decided to end the damn mystery and go over there and find out what the hell was going on. I stripped off my school clothes and got dressed in black sweat pants and sweat shirt and tying my long blonde hair into a ponytail, I donned a black baseball cap. Looking in the mirror, I looked like some teenage commando/bimbo. All I was lacking was that black stuff on my face.
I got Mom’s car out and drove down the dark streets until I was maybe a block from my boyfriend’s house. I parked, locked up, leaving my purse behind and tucking my keys into a small black fanny pack I used whenever I went jogging with Daddy.
It was maybe going on ten o’clock as I was slipping down the street where Jonny lived. Stealthily, I slipped into his neighbor’s back yard and worked my way towards Jonny’s house. Their back yard was surrounded by a ten foot tall privacy fence. Nikki — Mrs. Hollister liked her privacy when she did her sunbathing in the backyard. I made my way to the fence gate and quietly unlatched it. I slipped through the entrance, my heart beating wildly and forcing myself to not giggle. I felt a bit of a thrill go through me at the thought that I was peeking on my boyfriend like some pervert. It’s the same thrill one gets rolling yards…something Jonny and I had done to poor Mrs. Kelton — our perpetually befuddled Calculus instructor just a week ago. Lord, the toilet paper looked so awful strung up in her trees.
There was light shining through the sliding doors that led from the deck to the kitchen area. I was pretty sure if I went to the far left side of the doors — I could see into the living room. Finally, I felt, I would get a handle on Jonny’s damned ‘family obligations.’
The light made it easy to wind my way through the clutter of their backyard patio and the deck — lawn chairs, a rolled up garden hose on wheels, the gas grill that was the pride and joy of Jonny’s father. Softly I crept up the steps of the deck, pausing whenever the boards creaked. I eased into the shadows at the edge of the sliding glass doors and slowly knelt down. There were lights on in the kitchen and in the living room. From outside my vision was a bright glare that I was sure was from the big screen television they kept in there.
Someone moved out of the kitchen past me and I ducked back, momentarily surprised, then moved to see who it was and got a bigger surprise. It was Jonny’s mother, Nikki and aside from some stiletto high heels, she was completely naked! I watched her backside, her butt cheeks firm and tight swaying as she walked into the carpeted living room — the high heels helping define and draw attention to her shapely calves. She had a goblet of what I guessed was white wine in her hands.
I clamped a hand across my gaping mouth — stifling any gasp or giggle I might have made seeing my boyfriend’s mother stark naked. I held my breath, wondering what I might see next. Nikki and her husband, David must have been having a romantic night alone which made me wonder where the hell my boyfriend was. Nikki held my attention as she came to the low slung sofa and eased herself down, now facing me, revealing her nakedness in all its glory.
I had always assumed that Nikki’s large breasts stayed upright with lots of help from a heavy-duty bra, but I was impressed to see her heavy breasts, sagging just a little, huge, gourd shaped tits that sat proudly on her chest, capped by thick nipples the size of large, ripe grapes. Her stomach was nearly as flat as mine and her vulva was covered by a light fleece of blondish pubic hair and did little to hide her arousal. Long, swollen lips flowered out, blossoming as she bent her knees and spread her thighs wider. Her lips moved as her eyes were fixed on someone out of sight, presumably standing in the hallway that led to the front sitting room and the stairs that led to the bedrooms upstairs.
I never really considered myself into women before, but I felt a tickle of wetness and fire between my legs as I looked at my boyfriend’s mom, sitting so…so, sexually just a few feet away. I wasn’t sure why I was turned on. Maybe it was because of her obvious sensuality. Maybe it was the voyeuristic side of me discovering itself. Maybe it was because I expected to see Jonny’s father next and the thought of seeing my boyfriend’s parents fucking turned me on. Maybe it was all those things and maybe more. I licked my lips in anticipation, one hand balanced on a knee, sliding upwards along my inner thigh.
Nikki continued to talk to someone between sips of wine, her hand idly teasing her swollen nipples, pausing only to wave at someone as if to urge them to come to her. Shadows heralded movement from beyond my line of sight and I expected to see David in some state of undress, but to my shock, Jonny’s sister Erica strolled into view. She was completely naked — not even sporting the stilettos like her mother. Erica walked calmly, her body relaxed, to climb onto the couch next to her mother.
Erica, like her brother, took after their father. Jonny was tall and a bit stocky — not fat, but solidly built. On him, with his exercise regimen, he was a pretty buff looking man, well muscled, but not muscle bound. For Erica, who’d always been a tom-boy, she was caught somewhere between stocky and slender — full bodied without an ounce of wasted fat. She had large, wide breasts and a flat stomach and powerful, well toned thighs that had served her well playing soccer during high school and helping her get a scholarship to college. Her ass cheeks were full, but tight.
Erica exuded health with her clearly athletic body. As she turned a bit on the couch, her heavy breasts rolled slightly and her bush was exposed — a thick mat of pubic hair, trimmed neatly into a ‘V’ that pointed down to her spread wide pussy lips. In the light of the room’s lamps and the glare of the television, the pink flesh of her cunt gleamed wetly…even her upper thighs seemed to reflect wetness. Her dark hair was tousled — she kept brushing the thick, shoulder length mane back off her face, strands wet with sweat, sticking to her forehead.
A muffled moan slipped between my fingers as she leaned into her mother, her breasts mashing against Nikki’s firm breasts as she kissed her. A fiery jolt of excitement burst between my legs and I felt the wetness building in my pussy as I watched mother and daughter kissing passionately, hints of tongues playing between their lips. Already I could feel my aroused labia rubbing against wet cotton. Erica slipped one arm around her mother’s shoulders and then turned to look back the way she had come. Both were grinning and talking to someone. My mind raced with a million thoughts — wondering what the hell I had stumbled onto here — Erica and Nikki acting like lesbian lovers. I wondered where Erica’s dad was. The possibilities send more shivers of naughty delight coursing through my body.
Erica crooked a finger at someone and again, there was the suggestion of movement by shadows and then my boyfriend walked into the room — naked as the day he was born, sporting an erection that preceded his entrance by several inches! I felt my head begin to spin and I reached out and touched the wood siding of the house to steady myself. Part of me ached to run away and not see anymore, but part of me — the dominant part kept me rooted in place, scarcely believing my eyes as I watched the spectacle unfolding before me.
Jonny approached his mother and sister, pausing as his mother, after sitting her wine glass on a nearby end table, reached out and wrapped her hand around his cock. A shiver went through my boyfriend’s body as his mother slowly began to stroke his cock. Nikki looked up into her son’s eyes and even from where I knelt, hidden, I could see a gleam of excitement and lust shining in her eyes. Subtly, she pulled him a step closer, gently masturbating Jonny as she brought the head of his erect penis close to her mouth.
Nikki glanced back at her daughter, an evil grin on her face, before returning her gaze to her son’s face and saying something to him. Jonny responded by reaching out and stroking his mother’s long blonde hair, his hand intertwining in her straw-colored tresses and pulling her head towards him until her lips brushed his cock. Nikki’s tongue flicked out to lick at her son’s swollen cock head and she must have licked it, caused she grinned happily up at him and then her lips parted and she took him into her mouth.
I could see Jonny’s ass cheeks clench and tighten as he lifted himself up on his toes as his mother began to suck on his cock. Erica, still kneeling, leaned in and ran her hand over her brother’s chest, pausing to rub and pinch his pebble hard nipples. I clamped my mouth closed to stifle a sudden moan erupting from my throat as an explosion of unexpected pleasure rifled through my body. I don’t know what shocked me more — seeing my boyfriend’s mother giving him a blowjob or the fact I was near orgasm from excitement because of it.
I knew this was wrong…perverted…sick and I should have been super-pissed off. That was my man’s cock in there and his mother had no business seeing it, let alone wrapping her luscious lips around it and sucking him off. I didn’t jump up and start screaming or throwing things. I didn’t flee in horror or anger and being betrayed. Instead, I discovered that somehow, without even thinking about it, my hand was already beneath the waistband of my sweat pants and had shoved my panties aside and was rubbing my sopping wet pussy. I trembled not from fury, but with lust as I watched the incestuous action in front of me.
Jonny’s mother, Nikki bobbed her head furiously as she ran her lips up and down her son’s cock — I could imagine her tongue was working furiously, licking his long, thick shaft and rolling wickedly over and around the swollen and spongy head of his throbbing cock. Jonny was the only man I’d ever sucked off, but it seemed to me that Nikki knew what she was doing. And she was doing it well.
After a few minutes in which she demonstrated she was able to deep-throat her son’s cock while Erica caressed her brother’s body and showered it with loving kisses, Nikki finally let her son’s dick slip from between her lips. She looked up at him with motherly love and said something as she scooted back on the wide cushioned couch and slowly spread her legs wide, exposing to Jonny her own sodden cunt flesh. While Erica ducked in and gave her brother’s cock a sisterly lick and suck, Nikki held out her arms in a supplicating fashion and I gasped, understanding what was about to happen!
Jonny slowly went to his knees, his erect cock, glistening with his mother’s saliva, seemed to line up perfectly with his mother’s aroused pussy. Nikki slid forward slightly, allowing her labia to kiss the tip of Jonny’s cock. She rolled her hips and her cunt lips seemed to close over nearly half of her son’s cock head and then Jonny was lunging forward and with one swift thrust, buried his cock deep inside his mother’s pussy!
Nikki’s cries of incestuous pleasure were loud and clear — even to me across the room and behind a thick pane of glass and as she drew her knees up and her ankles slipped around to cross behind his hips, I felt three fingers of my own hand slid into my pussy. Mother and son went motionless as Jonny had his cock buried to the root inside Nikki’s pussy, her arms going around his neck and pulling him down so she could kiss him — their mouths visibly working as they shared tongues. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever witnessed — light years beyond anything in my imagination. Beside Nikki on the couch, her daughter and Jonny’s sister had one hand busy rubbing her wet pussy while the other cupped and mauled a heavy tit.
Finally, Jonny began to fuck his mother — his cock ramming quick and hard into Nikki’s motherly cunt like a trip hammer. Their kiss broke apart with Nikki falling back, her face screwed up in incestuous pleasure as her son buried his thick meat in her again and again. Her nipples swelled up until they looked ready to burst, Jonny reaching out and playing with her massive breasts while they bounced and rolled from his thrusts. Between loud cries and sobs, she babbled at her son — most of it garbled, but I made out the occasional word — “Love, fuck, cock, more harder, love, son, fuck, mommy,”
Jonny’s face was partially turned away from me, but I could see that same loving and lusty grin he would have when he was on top of me, making love to me with that long, thick dick of his — an intense expression that conveyed love and desire and even now, made me want to swoon from the loving power it held. Mother and son moved together in perfect union and underneath my own awe and shock of the moment, I recognized that this was not the first time Jonny and Nikki had fucked as lovers.
Nikki’s moans escalated and her body stiffened as an expression of orgasmic bliss swept over her — her son never halting, continuing to sink his cock deep into her womb again and again as she writhed in climax beneath him. Her fingers clawed and scrabbled across his back, trailing lines that left welts…crisscrossing with remnants of scratches I’d left while squirming with orgasmic lust with his magnificent cock buried in me. Gradually, the tall, busty blonde’s body began to relax — not completely, not with her son’s constant cock thrusts, but between her moans, she now smiled and even laughed with the pleasure given her by Jonny. My fingers swirled around my pussy — touching those most special spots as I trembled on the edge of my own orgasm.
I saw Nikki’s lips move as she said something to her son. Jonny nodded and slowly slid his cock from his mother’s grasping cunt. His swollen penis gleamed with Nikki’s pussy juices. Nikki slowly slid down and rolled over, her knees landing on the carpeted floor and her lush ass cheeks wiggling back at Jonny. As his mother placed herself in position to receive her son’s cock doggy style, Erica moved to the floor on her knees and hungrily took her brother’s cock in her mouth, licking Jonny’s cock clean of their mother’s cunt cream.
Erica let Jonny’s cock slip from her lips, rising up to kiss her brother on the mouth before leaning over Nikki’s back and getting a good grip on her mother’s ass cheeks, spreading them to better expose Nikki’s dripping wet pussy for her brother. Jonny moved forward, again, driving his cock deep into his mother’s pussy. Nikki threw her head back, lips curled in a carnal sneer as she screams in delight as her son fucks her hard.
Erica showered her mother’s back and shoulders with kisses before wrapping her hand in Nikki’s hair and pulling her head back to kiss her hard, tongues melding as their lips pressed together while Jonny leaned forward against Nikki’s back, his hands sliding around and under his mother to cup her pillowing breasts while his hips were a blur, fucking Nikki like a madman.
My fingers squirmed and fluttered in my own pulsating cunt, covered in my juices that were pouring from me, making the crotch of my sweat pants a wet, sodden mess. My nipples were hard beneath my sports bra — the lycra material feeling itchy in a delicious way against my swollen nubs. My boyfriend…the love of my life was fucking his mother and fucking her well and I was more aroused than I could ever recall — even more than the first time Jonny exploded inside me.
Nikki’s screams grew as her son fucked her, cock sliding in and out in a blur between her swollen labia, coated with her juices — the scene so intensely real I could almost hear the wet noise of cock and pussy in incestuous union. Jonny’s mother clawed at the cloth on the couch and she again went rigid in the throes of an orgasm while her son was almost manic in his thrusts into her cunt — sweat pouring off both of them and then Jonny turned to Erica and said something and she crouched down near her mother’ and brother’s joined loins and as Nikki cried out a rhapsody of erotic joy, Jonny pulled out and aimed his cock at his sister’s face and began to spray Erica with hot sperm.
My orgasm swept over me, three fingers plunged deep in my pussy while my other hand was stuffed into my mouth to squelch my own sobs — then Nikki was turning around and joined her daughter, faces cheek to cheek as her son splattered white, creamy semen across both their faces, hosing them both with jet after jet of his fresh seed and as Jonny milked the last few shots of his jism from his cock, Nikki and Erica turned to each other and began to kiss, sharing the incestuous load of spunk with each other.
Watching their tongues join, lapping and moving blobs of thick semen around their faces, smearing it across their faces, I lost control and before I realized what I was doing, my hand fell from my mouth and I let out a long, soulful cry of orgasmic pleasure. As one, mother, brother, and sister turned and looked my way, their eyes widening as they saw me kneeling outside on the deck, my hand jammed down the front of my sweats.
Pleasure fought with shock and embarrassment and I stumbled to my feet, pitching forward and banging my head against the glass door — making me see stars as in my panic, I tried to flee. Staring into the lighted room had ruined my night vision and I barely was able to stumble down the desk steps. I ran blindly for the fence gate, but tripped over the garden hose cart and caught my leg against part of the gas grill, sending me crashing down over a lawn chair. Pain now fought with pleasure as my body tried to sort out the remnants of my orgasm and the new feelings of pain.
I was disorientated for several moments and then a bright light was shining in my eyes and I heard Jonny’s father bellow, “What the hell’s going on here?” Squinting my eyes, I saw him standing over me with a flashlight, dressed in a suit — tie hanging loosely around his neck.
“David, it’s okay, I think,” I heard Nikki call out above us and then there was the sound of high heels and bare feet scuffling across the deck. Shadows loomed up and I saw Jonny’s mother standing over me, still naked, her large breasts swaying as she leaned over to peer at me. “Alesha? Heavens, girl, what were you doing?”
Erica’s face peered over her mother’s shoulder and it suddenly registered that both still had thick strands of Jonny’s sperm hanging and running down their faces. Jonny suddenly appeared, kneeling at my side. “Alesha, are you okay?” he asked, concern thick in his voice. He was naked, his skin shiny with sweat…no, fuck sweat! For the first time, I realized he wasn’t completely naked — around his neck was a black choker necklace…or maybe a dog collar. The flashlight’s beam glinted off the metal studs. It only made the last few minutes feel even more surreal.
I felt like I was stoned or something as I looked from face to face. I tried to speak, but could only sputter helplessly. “You…Nikki…motherfucker!”
Nikki spoke up, her voice the epitome of motherly concern. “It’s okay, Alesha. It will be fine.” She paused and then with concern in her voice that matched Jonny’s continued, “Oh, sweetheart. You cut yourself…you’re bleeding.”
I looked down to see a long rip in my sweatpants along one ankle up to the knee where I’d tore it while destroying one of their fabric lawn chairs — the metal armrest having caught the material. I saw bright red blood pooling against my skin and my head went light and then everything went black!
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The darkness was comforting and I embraced it, even though it was noisy. As I drifted through my semi-conscious state, I could hear muffled noises that slowly became voices. As they grew louder, I moaned unhappily, not wanting to leave my safe, lightless womb, but finally, I couldn’t resist the call of the voices and the growing light illuminating my safe place.
I opened my eyes to find myself sprawled out on the couch in the Hollister’s living room. Jonny and his sister, Erica and his parents, Nikki and David were around me — my boyfriend kneeling beside me and Nikki sitting in a small, overstuffed chair someone had dragged up so she could be close. Jonny’s hand was resting atop my right hand which was draped on my stomach. He gave it a light squeeze and smiled encouragingly at me. Nikki had hold of my left hand and she too squeezed it gently as she beamed down at me. “Everything is fine, Alesha — you just fainted.”
I smiled back at them, wondering what terrible dream I was waking up from, then as I realized that both mother and son were naked, the recent events I’d witnessed came rushing back to me. Pressure on my leg made me shift my gaze and my eyes met Erica’s as she finished wrapping a bandage around my upper ankle. I suddenly realized that my sweat pants were gone and I was nearly naked below the waist, wearing only a pair of black, French cut bikini panties.
Erica smiled at me and said, “It’s just a little cut — not much more than a scratch. No need for stitches — I’ve got you all patched up.” She stood up, her breasts bouncing merrily as she moved.
I stiffened momentarily, remembering I’d cut myself and then fainted, but my memories of seeing mother, son and daughter fucking up a storm came storming back into my mind. “You guys…OMIGOD!” I jerked my hand away from Jonny. “You…you were fucking your mother!” I moved to jerk my other hand away from Nikki’s grasp, but she held on firmly and calmly. “Nikki…you…you’re his Mom and you let Jonny fuck you!” I felt myself spinning out of control again and knew I was about to lose it.
Nikki squeezed my hand more firmly and leaned in, her breasts hanging heavily and swaying almost hypnotically in a way I never realized could be so beautiful. My head felt like it would explode at any minute with all that I was feeling. “Alesha…calm down. We’ll explain everything.” She drew my hand to her lips and kissed it softly, then flicked her tongue out, rolling it along my forefinger and middle finger. With sudden horror, I realized that she held the hand I’d had stuffed in my cunt not long before.
Jonny’s mother confirmed that she knew this by saying, “I know this all a bit confusing, but let’s be honest, dear — we weren’t the only ones enjoying ourselves.” She slipped my fingers into her mouth and sucked on them for a long moment while her eyes held mine, watching me — waiting for me to back away from the edge of hysteria. Between my legs, I could feel fresh wetness building underneath my panties.
Nikki finally tugged on my hand, drawing me up to a sitting position so I was facing her. Erica sat down beside me, her warm thigh pressed against my leg while her father sat down on my other side. I realized he was now just wearing boxer shorts, having doffed his work clothes. My head began to swim again, but Jonny drew my attention away by reclaiming my free hand and saying, “I love you, Alesha — nothing’s changed,” as he continued to kneel at my feet. He flashed that reckless smile that would have made me hot between my legs if there hadn’t already been a fire there.
“Sweetheart,” Nikki said softly, drawing my attention to her lovely face again. “David and I raised our family by focusing on love and intimacy. We never taught Jonny and Erica that love and sex and intimacy were bad things…things that had to be hidden or restrained, but rather celebrated and expressed. Our children grew up understanding that loving another is the most wonderful thing in the world.
“For a long time, David and I considered what to do when our children became adults and had the freedom to choose the way they wanted to live. We have some rather special ideas about family and wanted to show our children a better way — a better way to express their love for family.”
Nikki glanced over at her husband who nodded encouragingly and then continued. “We always believed that it was through making love that true intimacy is achieved and we wanted to have that deeper relationship with Jonny and Erica.” She grinned at her children, licking her lips before continuing with, “I’ll confess it was hard to wait, especially as they grew into beautiful and sexy young adults, but only when Jonny turned eighteen, did we offer to expand the relationship between us.”
Nikki paused again and glanced meaningfully at each of her children before again turning her attention to me. “I’m not ashamed to say I’ve fucked my son. I love my Jonny and it has been the most profoundly erotic thing I’ve ever experienced.” Jonny reached out and took his mother’s free hand. Maybe it was my imagination, but I thought I could feel the power that mother and son shared course through me as well.
David cleared his throat and added, “And making love to Erica has been the same for me. I love fucking my daughter and I cannot imagine ever giving it up!” Erica’s eyes began to tear and she blew her father a loving kiss.
I sat quietly for a moment and looked down at my boyfriend. “And you, Jonny? Do you feel the same way about your mother?”
Jonny didn’t respond for a long moment as if gathering his thoughts. Finally he answered me. “Alesha, I do love you — I hope you never doubt that, but…yes, there is something special about being with Mom — being cock-deep in her that I don’t experience with you or even Erica, though I love her too.” Jonny looked to his Mom and smiled at Nikki with a brilliant intensity I’d never witnessed before. “I think we’re meant to be lovers — Mom was my first fuck and so far, my greatest!”
I felt my face burn — why, I’m not sure…maybe it was actually hearing the boy I loved most confessing he loved fucking his mother more than me. Then Jonny’s next words caught me totally by surprise. “I still want to marry you, Alesha…someday, and have babies with you so that someday, you can share the same wonderful joy with our son.”
He looked at me with his beautiful eyes and I knew there was no deceit in them — that he meant what he said and I was suddenly overcome with desire and pleasure and I broke free of their hands and clapped them to my face as I sobbed while an unassisted orgasm burst into life between my legs and spreading through my whole body. Images of a son with Jonny’s smile and my hair and eyes leapt to life in my mind, a gorgeous young man with my Jonny’s cock between his legs, climbing between my thighs ann…
“OMIGOD!” I moaned, shivering as the wicked thoughts fueled the nasty pleasure coursing through my body. I started to cry and Jonny was on his feet and had me in his arms and held me as I sobbed and tried to make sense of the world around me. Other hands reached out and stroked my legs and hair — no reason other than sharing human contact…human caring and love.
When I had myself under control again, Jonny and Nikki were sitting beside me. David was in the small overstuffed chair, Erica draped lazily in his lap. I tried not to react when I saw David cup one his daughter’s meaty breasts in his hand r when I noticed Erica slowly working her hips over what I assumed was an erection in her father’s shorts.
Almost stuttering through my slowly fading sniffles, I looked to Nikki and said in a halting voice, “So, what…why these weekends with these ‘family obligations.'”
Nikki grinned and replied as she put an arm around my shoulders. “Honey, we all agreed to be equal partners and all make love whenever the mood strikes us, but we wanted to do something that opened us up — made us more committed to each other. David came up with the idea of the ‘family obligation,’ a way to explore our carnal sides and have some fun and be closer as a family.”
Erica took up the explanation, occasionally pausing to moan as David began to let his fingers explore between her legs. “We take weekends about being the willing slave of the rest of the family. Once every four weeks, each of us dons the collar of obligation,” she said, nodding towards the black collar still around Jonny’s neck. “From Friday afternoon till Sunday at midnight, that person is at the beck and call of the rest of the family — unable to refuse a request from the others.”
“You got to see me request a good fucking from my son, tonight,” said Nikki. “And then Erica asked her brother to cum on her face,” her face broke into a big grin as she added, “and on my face.”
“Since I got home after dropping you off,” said Jonny, “I’ve eaten Mom’s pussy twice, fucked her and then Erica and then Mom again.” He sounded both proud and a bit weary.
“And I plan to have him sleep tonight with his face between my legs,” Nikki said in a husky voice, “With the command to lick me to orgasm whenever he can.”
“Erica usually spends the night in my bed when her brother is pleasuring their mother for the night,” said David, pausing to kiss his daughter passionately on the lips. “We’ll enjoy a good fuck and then get a good night’s sleep. I expect Jonny won’t let his mom get much rest tonight.”
“I better not,” murmured Nikki in an awfully naughty voice. The entire family laughed at that and I found myself chuckling too.
“Tomorrow, the fun and games resume and we’ll all take turns having Jonny pleasure us or each other,” chimed in Erica, now dry humping her father openly while he pinched and pulled at her hard, swollen nipple.
“You can make Jonny do things to each other?” I asked, surprised at my curiosity. “Like, Nikki, you order Jonny to eat your pussy while he fucks Erica?”
The older blonde woman nodded, her breasts gently bouncing as she did so. “Absolutely…or when it’s my turn to wear the collar, Jonny might ask his mom to lick his spunk out of his sister’s pussy.” She licked her lips and said, “And I am always eager to obey.”
The very shamelessness of the concept took my breath away. A thought occurred to me and I looked from Jonny to his father and back. “You do anything they ask?” I said to my boyfriend. “What if your mother asked you to suck your daddy’s cock?”
Both women snorted while both men looked faintly amused. “Well…I could command Jonny to do that…in truth, I think I’d like to see it,” said Nikki.
She and her daughter exchanged rueful glances and Erica finished by saying, “But while Mom and I happily have sex and Daddy and little brother here love watching Mom and me getting all lesbian sexy, they both wimp out and decline the guy to guy thing. They’d obey our command if they’re wearing the collar, but the other one would just smile and decline.” She turned her head and kissed her father before whispering to him, “Wimps.”
David chucked and said, “Myself, when one of the girls is wearing the collar, I like to see them fuck my son — especially Jonny fucking his mother and sometimes we like taking them together, but that’s as close as Jonny and I get.” He shrugged his shoulders and said, “Just going with what turns me on.”
Mother and daughter rolled their eyes at that and then began to giggle. Nikki returned to explaining their secret way of life to me. “And that’s it. We did agree to never break the cycle — we are committed to being completely there when it’s our turn to wear the collar. Otherwise, we come and go as we like. Last weekend, it was my turn and I was with one or more of my family the whole weekend, but you know Jonny went out — you and he had a date.” Nikki’s face reddened slightly. “You two fucked. I know. I tasted your cunt on his cock.”
I felt my face turn bright red and she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. I was suddenly very aware of her large breast dragging against my sweatshirt covered arm. “Not the first time I’ve sucked you off his cock. I do it even when I’m not commanded to.”
“Omigod,” I whispered, shivering, though whether from shock or arousal…or both, I wasn’t sure. “This is so strange…so unreal.” There were tears in my voice which was sounding a little strange.
Nikki nodded sympathetically. “I can imagine. This is a lot to take in.” She looked at each member of her family with a question on her face and each in turn looked a little pensive, but nodded in agreement with a silent answer. Jonny’s mother looked at me and patted my arm. “I’m going to have Jonny drive you home. Get some rest and think about what you’ve learned and then…well, then we’ll see what happens.” She turned to Erica and said, “Sweetie, go find some sweats or something Alesha can wear.”
Initially, I liked that idea — part of me wanted nothing more than to bury my head under the pillows of my bed and forget everything for a while, but then I had what I suppose was an epiphany. Nikki and family were sending me home — letting me leave despite possessing knowledge that could destroy them…even send them to jail or at the very least wreck their lives. I was filled with wonder as I realized Jonny’s Mom…the entire family were trusting me with their greatest secret.
“Wait…please,” I said softly before Erica could leave the room, halting her in her tracks, her meaty breasts swaying as I spoke. New and incredible truths were erupting in my mind even as I continued to speak. I looked at Nikki and tried to smile, nervous and scared and scarcely believing what I was about to say.
I looked at each member of Jonny’s family, my heart now beating so fast I could barely breathe. “I want to stay,” I said meekly. “This has been…scary, but I’m more excited than I’ve ever been in my life.” I reached out to Jonny and took his hand in mine again. “I know you love me and I want to spend my life with you and…” I looked around at his mother, father and sister, hoping they could see the truth and the lust in my face. “And I want to be a part of your family in every way….please.”
I locked gazes with Nikki — her face intently studying mine. “You realize what you’re saying, Alesha…what you’re committing too?” she said in a gentle, but serious voice. “You’re not only going to be Jonny’s lover, but David’s and Erica’s…” and her voice took on a husky tone, “And be my lover as well.”
I nodded and said, “Oh yes, I want that too. I…I want all of you, Mrs. Hollister.”
Nikki nodded and it seemed to me as if her nipples swelled a bit larger and she turned to her husband and said, “What do you think?”
David looked at me and I mean he really looked at me and I felt completely naked even though I was still partially clothed. “Well, I think she’s serious and she and Jonny, well…they remind me of you and me when we were their age. I say we add a fifth to our family. At least, we let her try.”
Jonny’s mom turned to her daughter and said, “Erica?”
The buxom young woman grinned and said, “I can’t wait to eat Jonny’s spunk out of her little pussy!”
Nikki chuckled and said to her son, “Jonny?”
My boyfriend was grinning from ear to ear as he replied, “I love you, Alesha. I dreamed of somehow making this happening and now, you’re the one making it happen!” He rose up and leaning over me, gave me a wet kiss — my heart lurching a bit as I felt his hard cock brush my bare leg and tasted another woman’s pussy on his lips. I moaned a little with lust as our tongues danced, wondering if it was his mother’s or sister’s juices I was tasting.
Nikki smiled and said, “Very well, but I want you to be very sure…this is a big step.” Jonny’s mother stood up and began giving out commands. “Erica, sleep with your father tonight — we’ll let Alesha have your room tonight and Jonny will stay with me.” She reached out and wrapped her hand around Jonny’s cock, holding it possessively as she drew him to her side. “Dear, I still want you to sleep on it. Tomorrow morning, if you still want to join us as family, you can take Jonny’s place for ‘family obligations’ for the rest of the weekend.
Nikki’s tone brooked no argument and I nodded meekly. Jonny kissed me goodnight while his mother used my cell phone to call Mom and Daddy and explain that I’d gotten spooked staying home alone and that I’d spend the weekend with them under Nikki’s “personal” supervision, Jonny’s mother grinning evilly at me as she told my mother to, “Not worry a bit, we’ll take care of Alesha like she was family.”
I went to sleep alone, a bit disappointed that I wasn’t at least going to spend it with Jonny and a little jealous as in the wee hours of the night I could hear passionate cries and moans from the bedrooms on either side. In the end, I fell asleep pretty quickly with all sorts of naughty images dancing through my head as I wondered what morning would bring.
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