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Taking Beth part 1

Beth is finding it difficult dealing with her brother being inside and then he gets beaten up. Beth is then blackmailed but finds giving into the demands of the prisoner and being controlled by him to her liking

Surveillance

Surveillance.
I am Lana Kreskovi, a cadet stationed within a POW facility in Soviet Russia…my life is this fortress, my desires… ? well, you’ll have to read-on. However, I invite you to wander at will through the pages in my diary….you just might find something you’ll like
Name: Kreskovi, Lana
Age: 22
Birthplace: Irkutsk, Russia
Eye: Blue
Hair: DarkBrown/Black
“Ht.” 5’8
“Wt” 118
Blood: (AB-)
Status: Cadet, 3 yrs. Zaninsk Military Prison: Security Faculty, Member
December 10th, 1942
6:03 a.m. all systems normal, all monitors operational…all rooms secure.
*Sigh. . .another stagnant morning. . .! this type of thing always makes me wonder
why I joined the Russian army, it still doesn’t make sense to me. I suppose I did it for
finances, or rather, fate had an interesting way of leading me here. I suppose this
underground fortress is much like Russia itself; it’s cold, dank and always grey…but
that’s the weird part…some Russians see it as depressing…others see it as the very thing
that makes someone like me want something better, something profound. Perhaps it was
that notion that led me to discover Kvet…or Kvetslka for your information, and for
posterity’s sake…Prisoner-A30N. For all good reasons, the guards here obsess about the
inmates…(in this case it meant something more for me when it came to Kvet) it keeps
everyone attentive to the fact that interaction is necessary for survival at this facility. I
found my most earnest role here was to get involved this little, innocent Russian
jewel…but I’m getting too ahead of myself.
On the other end, much of the interaction here is in tandem with the fact that
Zaninsk acts as a private brothel for many of the guards, (all of us in the female wing
anyways) young girls are brought in at least every hour, sometimes by the
hundreds…girls from every walk of life, Turkish, Malaysian, Eithiopean etc. etc. some
even from mother-russia herself are doomed to stay here…all victim to random acts of ill-
repute…only being here three years has led me to wonder when I’d have enough tenure to
enjoy some of those amenities…needless to say, I’ve taken my chances. I remember my
first was with a 18-year-old girl from Argentina…according to her case-file she had been
visiting Germany to see some relatives that were suspected of aiding the Nazis. Although,
I don’t believe she was privy to any of it, my mind was…elsewhere. I remember many
nights tracing her long slender body with my eyes, the blue twilight of my monitor
encompassing everything about her that was cold, silent,….afraid. However, it still seems
inconsequential
“Your turn again! ” spilled out from the mouth one of my comrades…a tawdry
example of an blond female soldier named Andrika bent on talking with eerie form of
nonchalance. “In case you didn’t know before, her name is Ornesta,” she said. ” The girl
down there has gotta be numb enough by now if you want her for a second run!”
Regardless of not wanting the Latino girl again, I don’t think I would have given Andrika
the benefit of my opinion. “Why? did you warm her up for me or something ?” I replied
with an air of sarcasm. ” You know, if I weren’t so lonely I’d probably be on you
first…you’re a woman who’s got some sort of defiance at least…the bulk of the girls here
offer no challenge for me…no excitement !” I said, but regardless, Andrika seemed to be
awfully surprised…looking at me as if to agree with my notion, but strangely in some ways it looked like she would’ve disaffirm my preference. “Is that so ?” she replied,
walking toward me with an arid grin on her face. Andrika rushed behind me and lined her
combat knife with the width of my neck…rearing my head back and then violently pressing her lips across mine.. I could feel her warm succulent Russian lips on mine…as the texture of her knife made the veins in my body recoil in horror. she then unzipped the front of my uniform and turned to straddle my lap, her hand now tightly squeezing my supple breast with violent jolts from her bony fingers. I longed to see Andrika’s cold cloudy eyes, but they were shaded by her piney cadet’s hat and a thick tresses blond with color. I could feel the warm lump between her slender strong legs swell and pulsate on my bare stomach. Suddenly. with a sharp blow to my face, her riot club struck my nose and upper lip and left an uneven crease of blood trickling over my chin. I then drew thin of air, and fainted. From what I can recollect, I woke up dizzy and disconnected.. feeling like I was only capable of uttering jumbled phrases. I remember hearing a pattern of footsteps coming into the hall, and eventually drawing to a close in the room. I saw two guards; Andrika and another tall blond-haired guard named Marfa had brought in a young girl…my god! is she !? she’s only 13 years old !!!! and she was wearing nothing but a tiny pair of faded black panties that clasped tight to her already minuscule figure.
She stood there shivering…unsure of what was in store for her. Her tiny breasts seemed like they’d chap from the coldness in the room. I thought how horrid that they brought her here ! but I couldn’t take my eyes off of her bright red hair, and the hazel eyes which seemed to change color as my vigil on them grew stronger. The two guards ripped open my shirt wider, and then sliced the crotch of my pants wide-open with their combat knives…the little girl still kneeling between my tattered pantlegs, but crouching in alarment. Andrika then mumbled something to the other guard, Marfa who (with a wave of her baton) signaled the girl to move in towards my inner thighs…her eyes welling up with tears. With an arrogant grunt, Marfa pointed to my large mound and shoved the girl’s head down on me with her baton…threatening her to suck and lick the visible folds of my mound through my white sequenced panties. She licked and licked like she were heaingl the tiniest of my wounds. Andrika waved her hand with a streak of impatience signaling Marfa to do something while she stood leaning against the grey wall in the survelliance room. I suddenly felt my legs being propped-up by the young girl..and she then rolled away my panties from my waist, throwing them to the ground and then slowly returning to her performance. She had sucked on my clitoris and kissed the delicate folds of my mound with an eagerness that was fascinating . I twitched and writhed in strange pleasures that came this adolescent girl who was now adorning my pussy with wet ecstasy . Her rapid little tounge carressing every nub of skin on my gentile folds.Her tounge passed beyond the heightened canal of my clitoris, and her little chin seemed to confiscate the whole of my silky crescents. her peach-fuzzy nose pressing delicately up and down on the uppermost part of my folds. I was numb with pleasure…how could this little girl ??? this little nymph be able to draw every sensation I knew from betwixt my legs ? I soon comforted her, holding her sweet cropped black hair that seemed to curl under the crescent of her ears. She stopped crying and began to press my legs apart even wider, this time becoming more apprehensive towards my pulsating lips. She seemed to be enjoying every drop of juice that ran from my fleshy creases. She then crept up onto my lap sucking the pulses from out of my neck and tenderly biting the newly bruised flesh. I had wondered why such a subserviant girl had taken an vicarious interest in me all of a sudden!!!! I mean, she was so young !!!!…so innocent ?! I could feel her soft legs straddle me while her bony knees pressed tightly on the sides of my ribcage…holding me as an animal would when it topples it’s prey. I felt the minature nub of her mound pounding on mine…becoming drenched in a fluid of ecstasy….then I saw Andrika rush from behind her and hold her throat in her long bony hand…her blue eyes flaring like etheral turquoise… Suddenly, Andrika pulled the little girls panties down from her waist and then rolled down the pants of her own uniform. Pantyless, Andrika wiggled the handle of her nightstick into her tight mound leaving the black enameled artifice extending outward. She then grabbed the little girl’s breasts and diagonally plunged the stick upward into her wet innocence, pressing hard enough to send tricklets of blood twining around the already drenched nightstick. Over and over she thrust into the poor girl…the obidient chirping of the young girl more subservient than ever…she was cooing endlessly, sending Andrika into such a hot rage that she fell to the ground and proceeded to flush her own club into the fleshy porcelain-colored tapestry betwixt her legs. Wildly, she forced the long stick with immense and dangerous speed into her deep and watery crevice…roaring without shame as she forced the object inside of herself, almost as if she wanted to feel the pinnacle of the stick flow continuously into the small of her belly. I could see her juices running flawlessly from out of her femininity, every drop adding to the transparent puddle on the floor that I could hear collecting in some little resevoir on the concrete below. Marfa, who had been playing with herself in the back corner, ran up to Andrika and placed her naked mound on the leg of my comrade, straddling it in order to make Andrika cum. Marfa had let out little innocent coos as she did this, myself watching as the little girl kept her vigil on my neck while I now played with her freshly deflowered cunt that was dripping a mixture of sweat, blood and natural juices. Hearing the girl whimper briskly, I turned her so that I could press her back against my breasts, and so I could service her poor little nub, which I had come to realize was the most beautiful entity that I had laid eyes upon, an entity that so desperately needed my fingers inside of the silky walls below it. I hurredly dipped my fingers into her throbbing flower. She gyrated softly at the feeling of my fingers as I sucked the skin from her wiry Russian neck, her eagerness now representing the likeness of some little obedient slave who loved being told what to do. She then reached her arm around to the back of my head and held her hand there for passionate suppourt as she tightly ran her fingers through my long black hair…I then responded by pinching her little breasts in short and rapid bursts, almost like how we (as soldiers) were taught to fire our guns. All of a sudden I felt a huge twitch inside the little girl and out poured a blood-curdling scream of orgasmic fury from her pouty little mouth; her juices had then expolded on to my lap and covered the little square of my pubic hair with a mixture of young blood and feminine juices. Just then, without waring, Andrika let out a powerful grunt with her teeth clenched, and then wailed like a bloodthirsty fury as a violent torrent of cum sprayed from her throbbing cunt, which splattered on the little girl covering her from top to bottom; leaving the poor little thing with her eyes closed and mouth agape as if she had been immoblized by Andrika’s violent orgasm. The little cherub then curled up in an affectionate little ball and layed her head on my shoulder…her hand grasping what little I had left of my uniform top; after which, she was humming a little Russian folk song that I had heard years ago.
Marfa got off of Andrika and slid her uniform pants back on and walked out of the surveillance room as if nothing happened. Andrika then stood up, barely able to maintain composure of her sultry and slender legs, and walked over to the little girl and I.
“Time to go back Kvetslka! come on, there’s nothing to be had here anymore…” she said after grabbing ahold of the the child’s bony arm. “Let’s go! you’ve had more than you’ll ever get, hop off her so I can put you back in your chamber !” Andrika added. “NO!” the little girl shouted in an childish tone. “Let’s GOOOO! ” Andrika replied. “Hey, hey, don’t be so eager to send her back, she’s just gone through alot considering she’s only about thirteen ! “Thirteen? You think she’s thirteen ? ha, you think she’s that age Lana? If I were you I wouldn’t be so quick to judge a girl you hardly know especially in a Russian prison like this!” I then thought to myself, “Dear lord! how old is this girl ? what am I going to do if she’s younger than what I thought before? surely, the high guardsmen in the men’s wing would incarcerate me for doing anything with an adolescent girl !” As I went to collcect my thoughts and what remained of my uniform, I saw both Andrika and Marfa leading the topless little thing out of the room, Kvetslka seemed to have this melancholy expression as my comrades escorted her down the shady gray corridor. Heh, Kvetslka…how pretty a name for this little girl with such a lanky disposition…somehow though, I didn’t concentrate on that so much, I was curious about her purpose here, especially since she was a native… when I thought about what she doing here in this military prison the idea had occured to me that her parents were spies, or rather, she had been taken-in by one of the soldiers after a tragic occurence involving her parents during this time of war. She was probably orphaned, and my other comrades viewed her as some object of sexual decadence without the potential consequences. I had to know more about her, among other things…the only thing I should really worry about now is whether or not I can get a new uniform, and whether or not I’m in deep shit for fucking a teenager.
Dec. 13th (Three days later)
It’s been three days and no sign of Andrika, Marfa and the new object of my desires and quite possibly my future internment: Kvetslka Devtlona?…height, 4’9 weight 88 lbs. hazel eyes, black hair, ok…and no age…this is very odd considering all case files on prisoners must (by law) include the age. I looked more closely at her case-file and it seemed someone had smudged the area where her age was….wonderful! either someone’s trying to confound me, or someone is violating protocol. I did happen to see her birthplace though…”Tyumen, Russia”, that city was attacked only about a week ago by the Nazis ! oh my god, at least one my premonition must be correct ! Mother…Harvna Devtlona, DECEASED! April 15th, 19** the year is blotched as well….Father, Rodion Devtlona….MISSING ! presumed deceased. her mother must have died during her birth I’m guessing…it could mean she only had her father to take care of her, and now this is the closest thing she’s got manage herself by. I have to do something about this, I can’t as a soldier bear to see what may be in store for her, one being that she’s an orphan probably doomed to live here until she was transferred into foster care. I also couldn’t resist the temptation to see her little naked body again, call me crazy but I think I’m almost obssessed with her. Even if she’s nine, ten, eleven or 13 like I thought…whichever! I couldn’t bear the weight of not seeing her again…Kvetslka just pops into my mind so much that it’s hard to wonder if she’ll ever press that hot little mound on my lips and let me savor her young, salty juices. I imagine her sometimes crawling into my chamber in the indigo night, hopping up on the bed and pulling her white night-gown off from over her head and sitting there expectantly, like a little angel kneeling with her legs spread-out; her little feminine lips barely grazing the sheets on my bed…I would imagine taking her in my arms and then kissing her wantonly on the neck while she cooed softly. I would then lay her down sideways on the bed and kneel down on the floor so I could taste her young and sopping vaginal flesh. My God, I get so ahead of myself, we’ve only been together once ! and already I’m obsessing over her ! Today I was almost caught slipping my fingers inside of myself when thinking about her…Grina the cheif commander of our unit nearly saw me through the crack of the surveillance room door, my god if I had been caught doing that I’d be discharged,if not beaten to death by a commanding officer…although I wouldn’t mind the violence so much, if Grina would get us both off somehow. Like most of the other workers in the female’s wing, she was beautiful but in an non-feminine way. She is very tone, and has very profound cheekbones and general structure…she is more like the tough and sexy females we’ve seen in the film reels we watch every month when we’re on leave. I still dare not to find-out, even in the heat of passion, I suspect I would still be incapacitated by her brute force. But that’s another story.
Dec. 14th,
I wouldn’t put it past myself to come to want Kvetslka for the rest of my life, but I can’t face the possibilities of having to deal with what most people would say if they ever found out she was an adolescent…even the age difference would befit to me a Russian cruifixtion of sorts. No, I could not, but I could still watch her, and have my ways with her…but hey, what’s this ? Looks like Grina herself is up to something…oh dear diary, I think you and I are in for something unexpected. Grina just walked into some teenager’s quarters…I believe this one’s a French girl…yes, that’s right, Miette is her name, I remember this one, she’s the 15-year-old daughter of some French diplomat !!! A pretty little thing that doesn’t have much of a figure, but cute nonetheless with her flat shoulder-length hair and tiny blue eyes. She’s got very sharp features in her expressions which I like…giggle* oh gosh, I don’t even think I wan’t to look…if I’m correct in saying-so, Grina is going to ruin that poor girl, Grina has been keeping eye on this girl (so I heard from Marfa) she’s been “saving her” is what’s rumored. But I guess this is how I’m going to find out. The screen has a little static, but ok, I can make it out…there’s Miette, she looks afraid now that Grina is in the room, she’s wearing this tiny little cotton slip, I can even see through from here….Oh my god, Oh my god…Grina just wound back her arm and struck Miette with such a force from her nightstick….that the poor thing is on the ground convulsing, I don’t think she’s able to move ! Miette is lame upon the ground and can only rock her head from side-to-side! Grina then rolled up her slip and is now furiously rubbing the girl’s clit in circles, but she doesn’t seem to be doing it for pleasure…she seems like she’s waiting for something, or trying to work something from her.,,,now there’s a man in the room ??? he must be one of the cadets from the male wing about ten minutes down the road. Grina is directing him to the girl…now the guy is wriggling-out his cock and getting really hard…and here lies his next partner, poor Miette, she’s still unconcious and mumbling from what I can see, He’s rolling up her slip, and In he goes…fucking Miette mercilessly, exchainging her tight little mound for her own mouth repeatedly as he switches back and forth, I can see she’s opening and closing her eyes, mumbling while he pounds his cock past her thin lips…the saliva running from all directions on her face…now he’s back between her thighs again, rocking his hips into her, while her body involuntary limps like an old russian doll. I’ve never seen anything like this before…no man has come in here and done this before…I feel so bad for her. Her pink little folds are now secreting and creating little casms of blood and pre-cum as he confiscates her virginity in the act of rape. I could feel myself getting wet and wanting to be down there, but I was on my post, and I’d be in trouble if someone caught me off-shift. Aside, the soldier wasn’t finished, he raised her legs up on his shoulders and pounded into her cunt as if she were the last woman in Siberian Russia…I see him convulsing, he’s about to cum…and he does it on her pretty face, rubbing the contents around with the tip of his penis as she chokes and gags, barely able to utter a word…he tosses her to the ground…she’s there, lifeless, covered in spent sex…door locked, Grina is handed fourteen Rubils.
January 2nd.
So much time has passed by and yet, nothing has changed. Although they did re-direct me to a higher alert status because of an rumor that the Nazis were treading northward, I haven’t been able to write in my journal as much as I’d like, but now that things are a little more quiet around here I can finally devote myself to more writings. I haven’t been able to divulge on what’s happened since the high alert but nothing really happened that deserves mention, other than the obvious, except for one thing. . .When we returned to normal status, the commanding officer of both of our prison wings (male and female) decided to let us have a small soiree in the central mess hall of our complex. As usual, we had only the cheapest Russian vodka and cold hors d’ouevres made with boiled meats, paprika and eggs. After a couple of hours of dancing, drinking with the men, things got out of hand as expected. Some of the male guards tried to evoke a little more out of their assigned dance partners than a simple two-step. Alot of the male guards either got slapped in the face, or hit with a suspension by their superiors. After a couple-hundred bottles of Russia’s finest (worst) export the guards and the commanding officers (regardless of gender) had lost all control of protocol. Maybe that’s why they brought in three female dancers; all of them teenagers. Dressed in square-looking prison dresses in a dark and demeaning grey, they were led to dance on the tables for both the men and women. Some of the men laughed and cackled wildly as they did everything from throw handfuls of food and cups of vodka at them to reaching up their dresses to play with their gentials. Needless to say, as the girls got more upset, the men and women were more turned-on. One of the guards pushed a red-haired girl down on the table and invited one of the male and female guards to fondle her, fingers being inserted into every orifice imagineable. Some of the female guards actually smiled back and laughed at some of the male guards as if to show them that they were enjoying something new, foreign and invigorating. Anyone of the girls that fought-back could have been beaten horribly with a nightstick, within an inch of their lives. However, one of the girls looked so familiar, she was wearing makeup, but looked like a tramp. The blush that had been admitted by one of the guards was drawn to resemble two huge circles on her cheeks, making her appear similar to a rag-doll. After a good look, I noticed it was Kvetslka ! Oh my god ! I couldn’t believe it ! I had to do something. . .I walked up to the table and snatched her off like a caveman, an expression on my face appearing as if I was going to claim her as my own.
The rest of the troops hollered as they thought my intentions were impure, for the most part, I would have agreed, but I needed to save her I thought. Too drunk to understand the consequences, the guards that werent molesting the two other girls only cared about getting their first helpings of the girls. I dragged Kvet down the long dim-lit hallway away from the mess-hall like a wounded soldier, until I eventually got her back into the holding cell. I layed her down on the planked shapless wooden bed that she slept on since the start of her internment. I sat next to her and observed every crevice her almost formless little body. I never thought young girls like here could have such unique structures. The way her hips shifted downwards toward the begining of her legs started with the slightest little arch. She was truly a Russian princess to me, almost immediately she seemed to noticed my infatuated staring. Then, with silent diluted eyes, she lifted herself up to kneeling, staring directly at me. She then widened the gap of her legs and grabbed the small of my arm and placed it under her shapeless garment. She let my fingers touch the sopping-wet juices already running off her almost adolescent cunt. She whimpered louder and louder as the skin of my finger constantly grazed the erect, diamond-shaped circumference of her labia. Tears ran down her face as if she was reluctant to let me touch her, but she also seemed as if she was attempting to compensate me for my previous intervention. Regardless, I climbed on top of her and I began to kiss her and caress her soft black hair. My larger waist placed firmly between her legs, I could feel her becoming soaking wet. I then began to caress her breasts, they felt almost non-existant, but still tender to my fingers and my lips once I got to sucking on them. She moaned like an scared animal as I got my fingers past her tiny delicate folds, the flats of my fingers rapidly caressed her inner walls. As her little frame jostled under my total influence, she loosened my buckle and my pants to reveal my boiling hot mound. She rubbed her tiny, insignificant knee into the width of my cunt, rubbing it back and forth so much that her knee became soaked with my pre-cum. I was having the most incredible sexual experience of my life with someone twice as young as myself. I then became so filled with wantoness that I layed back and pressed her tiny porcelain visage into my cunt letting her lap up the juices on my experienced folds. She licked and sucked wildly for such a young novice while I held my breath from gasping in sudden bursts of orgasm.
For two-hours we fondled, caressed, and came repeatedly on the bed, our clothing…the whole room nearly stained with everything from perfumed female sweat to sexual secretions that chapped the most delicate parts of our bodies. Eventually, I spent the last of myself on her pretty face after I kneeled upright over the feathery cone of her pink tongue; my right hand causing her to explode all over the baseboard of the bed that had shifted totally out of place. Exausted, I layed down over her body and whispered her to sleep, reiterating to her what I felt during our momentous escapade.
End Of Part I
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Sis Comes Home For Memorial Day – Part I

PrologueI became physically attracted to my sister Melissa when she was 15 years old and I was 18. Sis was about 5’2″, baby blue eyes, she had a nice figure with still a little baby fat as they say. Her breasts were 34 C which I knew from checking her bra in the laundry. The thing I found most attractive about her was her long chestnut brown hair which went down to her waist.
Often after she took a shower she would ask me to brush it for her if I wasn’t busy. I actually started to make sure I wasn’t doing much when I knew she was about to take a shower. I don’t think she ever purposely wore anything with the intention of exciting me. I did get to see her in a various stages of dress, long t-shirts girls like to sleep in, her swimsuits both one piece and bikinis, bra and panties, and a occasionally just a towel wrapped around her. My favorite was an old dress shirt of mine I had outgrown she seemed to like to sleep in. She never wore a bra with it and it would be unbuttoned to the point of exposing most of her breasts when she’d sit on the floor in front of me. It also gave me a nice view of her collection of thong panties.
Even though there was never any sexual contact my imagination would come up with some pretty hot fantasies of how things could get sexual between us.
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I am now 46 and Sis is 43. I’ve been divorced for 2 years now. Melissa kicked her husband out after finding him fucking his office assistant at his company’s Christmas party.
I knew from talking to her on the phone she felt it was her fault for letting herself go and getting fat and he didn’t find her attractive anymore. The last time I saw her she was overweight but far from being fat. I told her just that when we talked but convinced her it was nothing she couldn’t get rid of if she watched what she ate and started to work out. She thanked me for being honest with her said she’d try.
Over the next few months we talked on the phone and I could tell in her voice her spirit was coming back up. We never discussed her weight or appearance anymore. She had decided to fly back for Memorial Day weekend. I was really looking forward to seeing her.
A few weeks before she was due to fly in she forwarded me a copy of her airline itinerary. With a note asking if I would pick her up at the airport since her flight didn’t get in until 9:30 PM. She didn’t want to bother our folks to do it since they normally go to bed around that time. Her long time friend Amy who also sometimes picked her up had moved when her husband got a promotion and had to relocate to work in the company’s Midwest regional office. I replied back that I would be happy to pick her up.
I don’t know why but suddenly those memories of her when we were teenagers started to come back into my mind. The fantasies of being with her sexually were not far behind. I found myself in bed jerking off to those fantasies. My dreams that night were of my sister and I having sex but we were not teens anymore. We were both our current ages and she looked the same as I last saw her. After all these years I still wanted her and loved her more than a brother should love his sister.
When I went online to check my email the next morning there was an email from Sis.
“Thanks big brother I owe you big time. I’m not just talking about picking me up either. We can talk about it when I get there. Love Ya, Melissa”
I was really clueless to what she could be talking about. I was her brother she would never owe me for anything I did for her. I did want to do something else for her though. She seemed to be feeling pretty good about herself but I wanted to try something to boost her self esteem even more. What if she were to get some sexy outfits from a secret admirer?
I opened up my web browser to Victoria’s Secret web page and started checking out some of the various outfits. My memories of her wearing my old dress shirt prompted me to look in the sleepwear section first. I found a silk button up sleep shirt that looked like a man’s dress shirt. Instead of getting a plain white one like my shirt had been I picked one with blue pin stripes. Next I started looking for a pair of panties that matched it. Instead of looking at the thongs, I started to look at what they refer to as v-strings instead of g-strings. I added both to my shopping cart. Next I found a matching animal print bra and panty set. Finally I picked out a sheer black baby doll nightie with a matching v-string. I never realized they had hair care products so I picked a nicely scented shampoo and conditioner. I went ahead and purchased the items as though it was Melissa buying them for herself. I used one of those prepaid Visa cards you can buy in the store and use any name with you wanted. I created a fake Google mail account to send the order confirmation to.
Even though I knew the most I would get from this would probably be to smell her hair if she used the hair care products I didn’t care. The thought of her reaction to getting them and that somebody still found her to be sexy and desirable was enough for me.
I got to the airport and checked the arrivals. Her flight had landed about 5 minutes before I got there. The airport wasn’t too busy since she was coming in on a Thursday night to beat the holiday rush. I waited by the security checkpoint to greet her.
I almost didn’t recognize her when I saw her. She was wearing a pair of low cut jeans and a black tank top. Gone was the bulge around her waistline replaced by some nice tight abs and what looked to be a diamond shining from a belly button piercing.
She came up and gave me a big hug and kiss on the cheek. That really caught me off guard because we rarely hugged each other and actually we both always seemed to deliberately avoid it.
“Look at you!, I exclaimed. “You look great. You’re even letting your hair grow long again.” I couldn’t help but take in her beauty even if she was my sister.
Noticing my gaze she turned around a few times so I could check out the new Melissa.
“Thanks bro,” she said kissing me again. This time it was a quick peck on the lips. “I took your advice and started eating better and working out. Once I got rid of the first 170 lbs, (referring to her husband I assumed) the rest was easier than I thought. I just needed the right motivation.” Teasingly she added, “I must have done better than I thought for my big brother to be checking me out. By the way, I think you need to practice what you preach.” She playfully poked my bulging waistline.
Changing the subject before I got myself in trouble I said, “Let’s get your luggage and I’ll take you to mom and dad’s house.”
“I have a better idea,” she replied. “Since they probably are already asleep why don’t we go to Coaches so I can see the old gang there. I know you don’t really go for that but it is Thursday so it will probably be just a few of the regulars. Besides since you don’t drink much, you can be my designated driver.”
Coaches was the neighborhood bar where she used to work before she got married and moved out of state. I almost said no because I was really uncomfortable around people I didn’t know. I thought about it and was thinking by the way she was dressed she was probably hoping to meet up with a guy she once knew. I was happy for her to be getting back in the dating game so I agreed. “Ok,” I told her. “You know you ask so little of me me I can never turn down your requests.”
We got her luggage and walked to the car. I loaded it in the trunk and opened her door for her while she got in. As we were driving to Coaches she spoke, “I really appreciate this Shawn. Who knows maybe you’ll meet someone. It’s been two years since you got divorced. It’s too bad Amy had to move. You seemed to really like going out with her.”
I know she wasn’t doing it on purpose but she was making it difficult for me not to admit my feelings that the someone I wanted to be with was sitting beside me. The only reason I dated her friend Amy is because the two of them were so much alike. I quit seeing Amy is because I came real close a few times to calling her by my sister’s name when we were having sex.
As I pulled into the parking lot I was relieved to see only a handful of cars. Melissa seemed to recognize a few a cars.
“Looks like there are a few people here tonight I know,” she said.
As we walked into the bar, everyone looked toward the door to see who the new arrival was. From what I could see there were about four couples there. A few of the women got up and came over and gave my sister a hug.
“Melissa, what a surprise,” one of them said. “Are you in town for the holiday?”
“Yes, I’ll be staying for a week,” she answered. “Everyone this is Shawn.”
Melissa introduced everyone to me. They were all strangers but I said a polite hello to each of them. We sat down and ordered a few drinks. When I ordered a drink Melissa looked at me with surprise. “I just need the one,” I said for her ears only. She looked at me indicating she understood.
“You found yourself a quiet one Melissa. That’s an interesting change for you,” the bartender pointed out.
“Yes, he is but he opens up once he gets to know someone. He’s one of the nicest guys I’ve ever known,” she told them. She never pointed out that I was her brother. Maybe it was just because it was all couples and she didn’t want to seem out of place.
Melissa spent the next hour catching up with everyone. She told them about her divorce. They seemed glad that she was getting over it and found someone new referring to me I guess. As we were getting ready to leave one couple invited us to their house for a cookout on Sunday.
“Thanks, but we already have plans to spend it with my parents,” Melissa said.
When we left to leave I opened the door for her and she got in. Smiling at me she said, “You’re always a gentleman getting the door for his lady.” Tonight she was right she did seem like my lady tonight. Everyone in the bar thought we were a couple. It felt nice.
As I started to head to take her to our parents house. Melissa said quietly, “Would it be alright if I stayed with you this trip. Mom and dad always try to go all out when I stay with them and I always feel like I’ve been a burden when I leave.”
“Sis, my place is not all that big. Besides I’d go all out to make you comfortable too, just like mom and dad would,” I told her. Deep down I was worried that being alone with her like that would reveal the true type of love I felt toward her.
“I’m not worried about how small your place is. We’ll be at mom and dad’s most of the time anyway. As for you going all out to make your little sister comfortable I expect that. I just won’t feel like I was a burden afterward because you’re not as old as our parents.”
“Ok, sis like I said before I never seem to be able to say no to your requests
Walking into my apartment she looked around while I set her luggage down. It didn’t take long because I lived in a small studio apartment. It had a small kitchenette with a bar type setup to eat at. I living area with with a couch and desk. The TV was set up so I could turn it around and watch it in the bed which was against the far wall. If you’ve ever stayed at Residence Inn it was a very similar layout.
“Well now that you’ve seen it are you sure you want to stay here?” I asked.
“We can make it work. It may be small but it is a lot bigger than the room we used to share when we were little.”
“Well sis,” pointing out the obvious. “We are a lot bigger ourselves now.”
“That we are big brother… That we are…. Now if it is alright with you I need to take a shower and get ready for bed. It’s been a long day.”
She grabbed one of her smaller bags and headed toward the bathroom after I told her where to find clean towels.
While she was in the shower I changed into a pair of sleep shorts and loose t-shirt that I usually sleep in. I also grabbed a blanket and pillow and set it near the couch. Sleeping on the couch would be no big deal for me. I often fell asleep on it watching TV or reading a book and never bothered to get up and climb in my bed. Finally I turned the TV around and put the remote on the nightstand.
“Well that’s a good trick to get a woman into your bed. If she wants to watch TV she has to share your bed,” she said mischievously.
She caught me off guard and I mumbled something about I just thought she might want to watch TV and I was going to sleep on the couch and read for a bit. Then I noticed what she was wearing. She had on the silk sleep shirt from Victoria’s Secret I had bought her. Damn it complimented her new figure nicely.
“Actually, I was wondering if you’d like your old job back,” she said holding up her hair brush. She walked toward me and sat down in front of the couch. As she sat she pulled up the sleep shirt so she wasn’t sitting on it. I could tell she had the v-string on. I had a brief glimpse of her bare ass.
I sat down behind her and took the brush from her hand and started brushing out her hair. It only reached halfway down her back now. The memories and fantasies came back to me. I looked down and noticed she had the top buttons undone and a nice view of her breasts. I kept brushing as I did years ago.
“I can’t tell you how relaxing it feels when you brush my hair for me. You’re the only guy who would ever do it,” she told me.
I really was at a loss for words. Even more so as I noticed her nipples were now poking out against her shirt. I am not sure but there may have now been another button undone because I could now see the top portion of her aureola. My cock was now hard as a rock and I had no idea how I would hide it from her.
A soft moan escaped Melissa’s lips as she started to get up taking me by the hand holding the hair brush.
“Come on big brother, let’s go to bed. Your bed is big enough for both of us and I’m not letting you sleep on the couch.”
Thinking quickly I grabbed the pillow I had gotten and held it so she wouldn’t notice my cock which was now sticking out of my shorts. As she pulled down the covers and climbed into bed she made no attempt to hide the bare cheeks of her ass from my sight. As I got into bed I wondered if all my dreams and fantasies were about to come true.
“Hey sis.”
“What dear brother?”
“I just wanted to tell you I had a really nice time tonight. Your friends at Coaches all made me feel comfortable. Everything about tonight it made me feel,” I stopped not sure if I should tell her.
“Made you feel what? I think I know but you need to tell me,” she prompted.
I swallowed hard not sure I could say it. Looking into her blue eyes the words came out, “Like we were a couple that was dating. Your friends they all thought we were a couple.”
She looked back at me saying, “I know. I felt it as well. I think we both needed a night out like this. That is why I didn’t tell anyone you were my brother. I wanted that feeling as well. Do you have to work tomorrow?”
“Not really. The Friday before a holiday weekend will be slow. What do you have in mind?”
“Take a guess and ask me,” she said playfully.
Things were starting to become clear as to how we both felt. “Melissa,” I asked “Would you like to go on another date together?”
“I would love that Shawn. I think I know where also. Can I surprise you?”
“I like your surprises,” I said thinking back to the way she looked when I picked her up at the airport. There is one more thing though.” I leaned forward and gave her a soft kiss on her lips. “Goodnight.”
Melissa proper herself up on her elbow looking at me with surprise. “Oh shit, I blew it and pushed it to far,” I thought. Then she smiled at me like I’d never seen before.
She leaned forward and returned the kiss lingering for a few seconds before snuggling up to me. “Goodnight Shawn” she whispered into my ear.

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Watching a Movie With Friends

β€œA few people are coming over and watching a movie, if you want to join us.”
β€œOk. That sounds fun. When should I be over?” I asked.
β€œWhenever. You can come over now if you want,” said Nicole.
β€œI guess I’m on my way.”
Nicole and I have been friends for a few years. We met in high school, but we really got to know each other at the local pool hall her dad owned. She taught me trick shots, and we hustled a few rival high school kids. We’ve grown really close, and tell each other everything. She has a decent body. Average height and build, but at least D cups. We get kinda flirty sometimes, but I always thought she was kidding around, and being the oblivious person I was, I didn’t think anything of it. At the time, she lived in her Dad’s unfinished basement, but with my help we set it up into a kind of apartment for her. She had everything she could need down there. Microwave, mini fridge, couch, bed, computer, tv. There was even a full bathroom from the previous owner’s lack of ambition in turning the space into a man cave. Her dad had of course installed a pool table.
I got there and she was playing some Call of Duty. Oh yeah, she’s a gamer. Major turn on if you ask me, but at the time I was just happy to have a girl in my clan. She always wears headphones when she plays, so she didn’t hear me come down the steps. I flopped down on the couch and just watched her play for a while. I had always been attracted to her, though I never tried anything, mostly because I was so shy when it came to sex. Nicole was in pj bottoms, tank top with sports bra, and an unzipped hoodie, because she liked to be comfortable whenever she played.
β€œYou want anything Nikki?” came the voice at the top of the stairs.
The door had opened and her cousin Alex and her friend Trisha came down the stairs, drinks already in hand.
β€œShe’s in the zone right now. God help anybody on the other team.” I called back.
She didn’t hear any of this because she always has her headphones pretty loud. She absolutely loves the sound of gunfire. I held up a finger to my lips, and motioned for them to come down. Trisha put the dvd in and tiptoed over. Just as she finished the round, I grabbed her shoulders and scared her.
β€œAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!” she screamed as she whipped her headphones off and jumped up.
β€œGotcha.” I chided.
β€œYou suck John!” she hissed, but then we all started laughing.
Another thing I’ve always liked about Nicole was that she was unbelievably easy to scare. Don’t get me wrong, she’s kind of a badass when it comes to most things, but she still pretty girly when it comes to others.
Nicole and I took the couch, Trisha hopped on the bed, and Alex took the carpet. Just like always. I reached down, opened the fridge, grabbed two Mountain Dews and handed one to Nicole. Our fingers touched for a moment, and I felt a surge of electricity there.
β€œThanks.” She said.
β€œWhat are we watching?” asked Alex.
β€œ40 days 40 Nights.” came the reply from Trisha.
The only downside to Nicole’s little clubhouse was it was still a basement. Even with a space heater, it never got above 65 degrees. Out came the blankets as we set in for the show. About 20 minutes in, Nicole leaned her head on my shoulder. She always did this, so I put my arm around her and kept watching. I was a little tired, and may have dosed off for a bit. When I woke up, I felt her hand on my thigh. I didn’t say anything because I didn’t mind. All of a sudden she tilted her head up and kissed me lightly on the cheek.
β€œWhat are you doing?” I whispered.
β€œSomething I’ve wanted to do for a while,” came the hushed response.
I finally realized all those jokes, all those looks, all those smiles were her actually flirting with me. It all came in a flood of emotion, and I realized what I had to do. I looked down at her and, taking her head in my hand, kissed her delicate lips. Nicole’s lips opened and her tongue darted out. I responded with my own tongue. I couldn’t believe I was making out with my best friend. I quick opened my eyes to check on Trisha and Alex. Trisha was texting someone and seemed oblivious. Alex being a teenaged boy, was staring at the boobs on the screen. The coast was clear.
After making out for a while I steeled up my courage and raised my hand to her chest. Somehow, when I was sleeping, she had removed her sports bra. Her perky tits felt so good in my hands. She bit my lower lip, which sent waves through my body. My cock was rock hard by this point. I broke our kiss and went for her neck. I had never given someone a hickey before so I had no idea what I was doing. My lack of experience didn’t seem to matter though.
β€œOh Johnny,” she cooed in my ear, β€œI love it when you do that, but I have something for you too.”
The hand that was on my thigh moved up to my waistband. In one swift move, she inserted it into my gym shorts and started stroking my cock. My head tilted back and I almost cried out as Nicole moved her hand up and down. I was glad the blanket was on us in case Trisha or Alex looked over. All it would look like is that she was watching the movie and I was sleeping.
Her hand stopped and pulled out of my shorts. I was about to ask her to continue, when she shifted lower and put her head in my lap.
β€œAre they watching the movie?” she whispered.
I nodded.
β€œLet me know when. Ok?”
With that she pulled the blanket over her head. I felt both hands tugging on my waistband now. I lifted my hips because I knew what was coming next. After my shorts were out of the way, her hand again took my rod. I felt a new sensation as her tongue swirled around the head. Slowly she took the head into her mouth. I wanted so badly to just slam her head down on it, but feared she would stop if I did. Inch by inch she took it in. The pleasure was intense. Down and down she went until her chin hit my balls. She was deepthroating all 7 of my inches. Nicole’s tongue started licking my balls, and I knew she had done this before. She came up for air and began bobbing her head up and down. All the way up and all the way down. I was so nervous we would be caught, but I didn’t want her to stop.
I reached under the blanket and grabbed a handful of flesh. Her nipple was so hard it was practically stabbing my hand. I kneaded her tit like bread dough. Nicole picked up her speed as she toyed with my balls. I wanted to pull her up and fuck her right there, but with her cousin in the room I knew that wasn’t going to happen.
I felt a rising tide in my balls that continued to grow and grow. I gave her hair two quick but light tugs to let her know I was cumming soon. I sensed a growing urgency in her movements as she kept blowing me. She sank all the way down to the base over and over, taking it all in. I couldn’t hold back anymore and released all of the cum I had. Rope after sticky rope shot down her throat as she swallowed every drop. I thought she was going to choke on it all, as I had never produced that much cum in all my marathon spank sessions. She gently squeezed my balls wanting to get every bit of cum. I couldn’t believe I was still coming after what seemed like hours but had probably only been 30 seconds.
Finally the torrent of jizz tapered off, and she pulled her head back. Her hand moved to the base of my cock, and she started squeezing it as she moved up the shaft. Her head returned to my cock as she milked the last drop out and swallowed it too. She then deepthroated me one last time, for good measure. Her head came out from under the blanket with the most wicked grin on her face.
β€œGood?” she asked playfully.
β€œHoly shit,” I answered back.
The movie was finishing up by then, so I pulled my shorts back on. I finally noticed the Mountain Dew can in my hand. It was completely crushed. I guess I had been squeezing more than just her tit. I tossed it in the garbage as Alex walked over to the bathroom.
β€œSo, now what?” asked Trisha.
β€œI have to go to basketball practice soon,” came Alex’s reply from the bathroom.
β€œSo, now what for us?” I whispered in Nicole’s ear.
β€œJust wait until Alex leaves,” she said, β€œI’m sure we’ll think of something to do.” as she looked over at Trisha with an evil grin on her face.

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Deep Crotch Mother – Chapter 1

I do not OWN this story. I’ve read it somewhere else and I’m posting it for all you good folks. This story contains religious and sexual scenes that you may not agree with, please DO NOT read this story if you are against any religious perversion thingies. This is a story of Marcella Plummer from the Church of Holy and Mysterious Revelation. I hope you enjoy it <3

Measuring my cum Pt. 11

We spent the rest of the afternoon in mom’s bedroom, fucking and sucking in various positions, including with mom on top, riding me, which was great, as I could watch her ample full boobs jiggle and bounce as she rode me. Fuck that was good! I must have cum at least another four times over the course of the afternoon.
One of my favourite times was when mom knelt on the floor on her elbows and knees, and let me pull her buttocks wide open so I could lick and finger fuck her asshole. I opened it up wide and also let a few gobs of my spit enter her butt-hole, to help ease my finger in. I think she enjoyed it from the way she moaned and groaned with pleasure. To be truthful, I was becoming increasing aroused by the sight of mom’s asshole and wanted to stick my prick in there. But although mom had mentioned this in her “dirty talk”, she’d never actually said I could, and I did not want to push things too far, too soon. But from the way she had reacted to my fingering it, I had hopes she would let me fuck her ass sometime soon.
During our sessions during Sunday afternoon, mom never collected my cum. She either swallowed it if she sucked me, or let me cum inside her, and then let me watch it drip out of her pussy, which added to my excitement.
In the evening whilst we were eating, mom reminded me that we had to see Dr Taylor again the next day.
“And remember,” she said, “We mustn’t tell the Doctor just how far I have gone in helping you to cum.”
I nodded in agreement. I knew it wasn’t something we could talk about in front of other people.
After our meal we both sat in the living room to watch some TV before going to bed.
I was wearing my ‘house-gown’ with my boxer shorts on underneath, whilst mom had ‘dressed’ since our earlier fuck-fest in her bedroom, but sill quite sexily — wearing the tight fitting soft-jersey type material grey shorts with a low cut bright red blouse without a bra, which showed ample cleavage, and her nipples protruding through the thin fabric. She looked pretty hot sitting there!
Since mom had been helping me cum all weekend, the ache in my balls had been much less. But with the working week starting for her tomorrow, being a Monday, I wondered how I would manage.
“Mom, I’m going to feel a little strange during the daytime this week, as you won’t be able to help me cum like you have this weekend,” I said.
“I know dear,” mom replied. “I’ve been thinking about that too. I have to go to work and you have to go to college. We’ll speak to Dr Taylor tomorrow and see what she says. How are your aches now?”
“Well, I’ve been feeling pretty good this weekend as I’ve been regularly cumming.”
“We’ll have one session tomorrow morning before I go to work and I’ll have to collect a sample like we were doing before. Today has just been an exception.” She smiled at me as she finished the sentence.
We idled the time away watching a movie and soon I was feeling sleepy. Mom looked over at me and said, “Time for bed I think young man. Do you need to cum again before sleeping?”
I felt I could, and my sleepiness started to disappear at the thought.
I nodded.
“As I haven’t collected your cum all day, I think one last time without won’t matter too,” said mom as she stood up. “What would you like to do?”
Seeing mom standing a few feet away from me with her tight figure hugging shorts which were pressing sexily into her crotch, I felt like touching her there and feeling up her ass.
“I’d like to play with that wonderful ass and pussy of yours again mom,” I said. “I just can’t get enough!”
Mom walked sexily over to me, swinging her hips, and stood in front of me as I still sat seated on the sofa chair.
“Go on then,” she said, smiling, “Do what you like.”
I placed the four fingers of my right hand on the area of her crotch and just ran them along her pussy mound several times, up and down. I could feel her pussy hairs and slit through the soft thin material of her shorts as I did so. Mom reacted with a slight moan of pleasure and pressed her pussy mound back against my fingers.
Then, satisfied for a moment with that, I said, “Turn around please mom.”
“That’s too polite,” replied mom teasingly. “You’ll have to ask me in a different way, if you want me to do that. Talk dirty.”
I looked up at mom and decided to oblige.
“Turn around and show me that juicy thick fuck of an ass, mom.”
“Mmmm….yes,” replied mom, “That’s better.” And with that mom turned 360 degrees on the spot and presented me with her curvy large butt, which was just about level with my face as I sat, if not a touch higher.
I rubbed my hands over each buttock, through the soft material of the shorts, groping and cupping the flesh there greedily. Then, I pulled the material that was covering each ass cheek inwards so that it caught in mom’s ass crack, making her butt look even sexier as it tightly hugged her ass with each buttock partly showing. I bent forward and kissed each cheek in turn and then ran my tongue over the skin, savouring the taste and sensation. Fuck! This was good, and my cock getting was hard!
Then, I grabbed mom’s shorts at the waist and just yanked them down, giving her a bit of a surprise.
“Fuck, yea mom,” I said, “Your juicy ass is so fucking hot, I could play with it all day and all night.”
Mom didn’t say anything, but just stepped out of her shorts, so now all she had on was her bright red blouse which went to just above her hips, leaving her glorious backside and legs fully exposed and naked.
Then she wriggled her ass as she stood on the spot, knowing how much it excited me to see the flesh on her butt cheeks wobble and jiggle.
By now my dick was fully hard and wanting some attention.
I stood up behind mom and rubbed my cock along her ass crack, again slightly surprising her and making her exclaim, “Ooh, that’s nice.”
I slapped my hard on against mom’s butt cheeks for a bit longer, and then said, “I’d like to follow you upstairs with you like this, so I can watch your cheeks move, and then maybe you can suck me off and swallow my cum.”
“Ok,” replied mom, still with her back to me, and rubbing her butt sexily back against my hard on.
Then she started walking slowly away from me toward the door, her hips swinging, so that her ass looked even hotter as she walked.
Mesmerised, I followed her. When mom, got to the stairs she started walking slowly up them, again swinging her hips as she did so. Man what a sight! I was half drooling as I watched her climb with her butt almost in my face as I followed closely behind. I could not help slapping her ass once or twice with my hand. “Fuck yea mom,” I said, “Fucking hot ass.”
Mom reached the top of the stairs and walked down the corridor and into my bedroom, and sat on the bed. My hard on had been swinging wildly as I’d followed her, and now I just presented it to her face as she sat down. Greedily she took it into her mouth and started sucking me.
“Oh fuck yea mom,” I said, responding to the way she was blowing me.
She grabbed the base of my dick with both hands and really went for it, taking all my shaft into her mouth almost to the hilt.
Then she started playing with my balls, with one hand. I let my right hand wander down of mom’s left boob for a moment and then I just grabbed her head as she carried on sucking me hard. Then she let my dick out of her mouth for a moment and ran her cheeks along the side of my shaft as if savouring it’s length along her face.
“Talk dirty to me while I bring you off,” she said. “You know how much I like it.”
And without further ado she took my dick head into her mouth again and started sucking on me.
Happy to oblige, I said “Yea suck that dick bitch. Suck it hard and let me see you swallow my cum. I know how much you like it now. You’re a cum swallowing slut aren’t you? You just love taking my cream inside your mouth and swallowing it, don’t you?”
I grabbed her head and started pushing my dick into her mouth in time with her sucking, so that I felt like I was face fucking her.
I could feel her breathing hard through her nose as she sucked on me and she seemed in total ecstasy. Finally, I felt the cum rise in my balls and grabbing moms head hard, I thrust hard and deep and spurted in her mouth with a loud groan.
“Ohhhhhhh…Ahhhhhhhhh…” I said out loud.
Mom had clamped onto my dick with her mouth firmly as I came, making sure that this time she would not spill a drop. And indeed she didn’t, as she seemed to be swallowing the lot!
After she’d milked me dry with her mouth and cleaned all the cum off my dick, she smiled up at me and said, “Mmmm…. that was lovely, I love the taste of your cum,” and she licked her lips, letting her tongue linger outside her lips momentarily to show me how much she enjoyed it, like she had been eating some delicacy. Fuck, she knew how to tease me!
“Now have a good sleep and I’ll collect another sample first thing in the morning before I go to work, but I’ll have to use the semen beaker again from tomorrow.”
I nodded, and smiled back at mom.
She stood up, her tits wobbling in her red blouse, kissed me on the cheek and said, “Goodnight, hon. Sleep tight.” And with that she strolled out of my bedroom. Again, I watched her naked ass swing sexily as she walked away. Fuck!
I curled up in bed, and in no time at all fell sound asleep.
—————————
I looked at my watch. It was 3.30pm. I was about to leave my college campus and head for Dr Taylor’s Clinic, which was a short bus ride down town.
Mom had told me in that morning she would leave work a little early, and meet me there. That was after she had wanked me off into the semen beaker of course, before she left for work. It was a little disappointing not to have her suck me off properly and let me cum in her mouth, but we had to use the semen beaker again to get some measurements, as we’d given doing that a miss, completely, on Sunday.
As I sat on the bus going towards the clinic, I wondered what Dr Taylor would say, and if my blood test results would show up anything. I still had a slight ache in my balls everyday, but as I mentioned before, this would normally clear up after I’d cum several times.
I thought back to our first visit to see Dr Taylor. I suddenly remembered the way she had looked at my dick and licked her lips. Then I remembered mom doing the same thing several times before she had actually started to suck me off. An image of my dick in Dr Taylor’s mouth flashed through my mind quickly and I smiled. ‘Don’t be stupid,’ I said to myself! Doctors don’t do that with their patients!
Soon, I reached my stop and got off the bus. A few minutes later I was climbing the steps up to the Clinic front door. I saw a mid-thirties looking attractive blonde receptionist at the desk and introduced myself.
“Afternoon, ” I said. “I’m Jacob Addington. I have an appointment with Dr Taylor for 4.30pm.” The receptionist looked down at her diary, and as she did so I could not help but look down at her quite ample cleavage which was showing. She was wearing a white nurse type uniform which had quite a low cut top, and her boobs were pushed quite firmly up to create quite a sexy cleavage. She looked damn hot!
“Oh yes,” she smiled back at me. “Please take a seat. Your mother is already here.”
As I walked into the waiting area of the clinic, I saw mom had got there before me and was sitting in a chair reading a magazine. She looked up and smiled at me. There were no other people waiting, probably because we had the last appointment of the day, although I think the clinic had two or three other doctors too. I gave mom a kiss on the cheek and sat down next to her.
The receptionist was a about 10 feet away from where we sat at one end of the waiting area, near the front door. She smiled reassuringly over at us. I couldn’t remember seeing her the last time I was here. The image of her ample cleavage still lingered with me.
Then mom said in a low tone so no one else could hear, “Remember Jacob, you mustn’t say anything about how far we have gone in our cum collecting sessions. Let me do most of the talking.”
“Ok, mom” I replied, as quietly back to her.
After a couple of minutes the phone rang by the receptionist, and after answering it she said out loud, “You may go in now.”
Mom and I got up and went over to the consultation room door. Mom knocked, and I followed her in.
“Ah, Mrs Addington and Jacob, do come in said Dr Taylor smiling broadly, from behind her desk, standing up in a white doctor’s coat, welcoming us.
She shook both our hands and beckoned us to sit down on the chairs in front of her desk.
Dr Taylor was a mature lady, of around 50 years, stocky in build, chubby and buxom with it, and with greying hair. She wore glasses, but as I looked at her I noted again, like the first time we had met her, that she had quite a pretty face and wonderful deep blue eyes, which had almost a playful sparkle in them.
As we sat down, Dr Taylor first looked at my mom and then me, and still smiling and looking quite jovial said “Well how are you both, and how have you been getting on since I last saw you?”
Mom took the lead and said quite enthusiastically, but a little hesitatingly as if slightly embarrassed, “We’ve been doing fine Dr Taylor. I….er…have been helping Jacob in getting some measurements for you, as you suggested. I have them here.” Mom pulled out the records sheet, which she had shown me on Sunday morning, and handed it to the doctor.
“That’s excellent,” said Dr Taylor smiling. She took the paper from mom’s hand and put it on the desk in front of her without reading it. “I’ll look at this in a moment. I’m so glad you felt able to help Jacob, as it can be difficult to collect samples,” she added, as if to provide some reassurance.
Then Dr Taylor looked hard at me and said, “Tell me Jacob, how are your aches down below?”
I cleared my throat and said a little timidly, “I do still have them, but it does help a lot when I er….er …you know masturbate. I mean when I…er…you know, spurt my semen.”
“Good,” replied Dr Taylor still smiling at me. “I’m glad that you do get relief at least.”
“Now,” she continued, “I do have your blood test results here,” she said pointing to a blue folder, which was on the desk in front of her. “But first let me see your semen measuring record.”
Dr Taylor picked up the sheet of paper mom had given her and read it carefully.
“Yes, I see you have been producing quite a lot, but from the totals you’ve worked out at the bottom, I can see it is generally within a similar range every day.”
She paused for a moment looking at the numbers. “Yes, that’s all fine,” she added. “Thank you for keeping this record. I hope it has not been too difficult,” she added, looking first at mom then me.
For the first time I think I saw mom blush at that remark, and she replied quickly, “Er… no doctor…it….its been quite an experience as it’s something a mother is not often asked to do, if you know what I mean.”
“Yes, yes Mrs Addington. May, I call you Margaret.”
“Well, my friends call me Marge. That will do.”
“Marge it is then,” replied Dr Taylor. “Yes I do understand, and I’m sure Jacob has been grateful too.”
Mom looked slightly uneasy but just smiled back at the doctor.
Dr Taylor looked at me and said. “Aren’t you Jacob? You must be thankful your mom has been able to help you.”
“Yes, sure I am,” I said, in a tone more relaxed than I thought I would say it.
Mom then said, “Are you able to tell us what the problem is Doctor?”
“Yes, I can,” replied Dr Taylor. “I am pleased to say the blood tests have given us an answer to what is going on. So in that sense it is good news. However, the treatment I am going to suggest maybe a little more…,” she paused for a moment, “A little more unusual and perhaps difficult.”
I felt a tinge of concern and looked at mom, who I could see was also looking worried.
Dr Taylor saw our anxious expressions and said, “Oh, please, I did not mean to worry you like that. Once I’ve explained, you may not think it is too much of an issue to overcome.”
“Please tell me what’s wrong with Jacob?” asked mom.
Dr Taylor straightened up in her chair a little as if she was about to say something important.
“Mrs Addington….I mean Marge,” she said looking at mom, “The blood test show Jacob has a condition which although I would not describe as rare, is a little uncommon. I will not bore you with the name of the condition, and we did send the samples to another laboratory for confirmation. Luckily the condition is detectable through the blood tests. I will try to explain it as simply as I can.”
Dr Taylor looked at me then mom as she spoke. “As you may know, men and women both have bacteria present in their genital areas, which are kept at an optimum level though various means, including the body’s own immune system. In certain cases in men, the balance of this bacteria overwhelms their balancing mechanisms and can lead to aches in the scrotum area, which in effect has happened to you Jacob,” she said, looking directly at me and smiling reassuringly.
“But, the good news is that it is curable. Our medical history records show that virtually all young men who have had this condition have been completely cured. However, the recommended method is,….well,…..slightly unusual.”
“Well, it’s a relief to know you know what it is, and that Jacob can be cured.,” said mom. “But in what way is the cure unusual?” she added, almost taking the words out of my mouth.
Dr Taylor paused for moment.
Then looking at mom directly she said, “Because of the slightly unusual nature of the treatment, you may prefer that I speak to you directly and in private first, Marge, before telling Jacob.”
Mom listened and thought for a moment before replying.
“Er….well, no doctor. It’s all right. I know Jacob is mature enough to listen to what you will say, and I would like him to be present. He’s my son, and I know he will be ok with whatever you might say,” she replied, firmly.
I felt kind of pleased that mom had spoken up for me like that. But I guessed it was partly because of the sexual intimacy we had already shared.
“Alright,” said Dr Taylor, looking at mom and then me quite seriously.
“Occasionally, men much older than Jacob in their fifties and sixties can get this condition, but for them we normally prescribe tablets, which they then have to be take once a week for the rest of their lives. However, the best treatment for this condition, in a young man of Jacob’s age, is to naturally lower the imbalance of bacteria in the male genitals. The way to do this normally, is for a man is to have sexual intercourse frequently with a woman, as the different bacteria that are present in a woman genitalia, naturally help to restore the imbalance in the male, as they get passed on during intercourse.
Mom and I both listened in silence without saying anything. You could have heard a pin drop. And I felt a twitch in my dick as the doctor spoke the last sentence.
“Now for this to work,” continued Dr Taylor, “The intercourse must be without a condom, as obviously we require the male and female genital fluids to mix.”
Dr Taylor paused for a moment.
Then looking hard at me, she said, “Do you have a girlfriend at the moment Jacob?”
“Er…no,” I replied, rather embarrassingly.
“Well, here is where the slightly unusual recommendation for treatment I have for you comes in, in that case.”
Dr Taylor paused again.
“To be blunt Jacob, you need to have sex with a woman daily for the next 2-3 months, and then regularly thereafter, to restore your body’s balance and get rid of your aches. But if you do not have a girlfriend, then that is a problem.”
I sneaked a look at mom, who obviously was not going to say we had been doing it, and neither was I.
Then, I was shocked at the Doctor’s next lengthy statement.
She looked at mom and said, “Marge, I want you to know I am also a sex therapist and counsellor as well as a medical doctor. I see many different types of people who visit me in that capacity, and who tell me all kinds of sexual fantasies and fetishes. So nothing surprises me anymore. And of course the relationships between a sex counsellor and the client is completely confidential.”
“Er..yes…I understand that,” replied mom, slightly confused.
“So what I am try to say, is that one possible solution to the fact that Jacob has no girlfriend currently is ..,” Dr Taylor paused, “For you to perhaps go a little further in helping him with his treatment, if you know what I mean.”
I saw a streak of red run across mom’s neck and cheeks as she realised what the doctor had just suggested to her.
I think I must have blushed too.
Mom stayed silent. My dick twitched again.
Then trying to be more reassuring, Dr Taylor said, “As I mentioned, the relationship between a doctor and the patient is strictly confidential. I can only suggest what is best for the patient and it would go no further than between us, if it helps Jacob get over his little problem, or until he meets a fine young girl in the future hopefully.” Dr Taylor smiled as she finished the sentence.
Mom regained her composure a little and said, “Er…yes…I see what you mean doctor. I shall have to think about it.” She obviously didn’t feel comfortable enough to tell the doctor we had already fucked!
“However, I have an alternative option,” continued Dr Taylor. “Over the years during the course of my sexual counselling, I have seen a number of women, similar to your age Marge, who also have certain sexual issues and problems because their husbands’ can no longer perform sexually. I have handful of such women on my books now. All they require is to have sexual intercourse once or twice a week to help them overcome their problems. Dr Taylor paused.
Then continuing, she said, “I Also have a number of men a little older than Jacob — in their early twenties, who also come to see me with their sexual problems, for example, shyness in approaching women, or lack of experience in the sex act, and require just some initial guidance and prompt in the right direction. Now, being a ‘hands on’ type of sex counsellor, what I do, with the permission of all involved, is, I link up these young men to these older women, who have their husbands’ permission of course. And so the young men can resolve their sexual issues and gain some confidence, whist at the same time satisfying these mature ladies. It is a ‘win, win’ situation. The key is also that before I link up the young men to the mature, experienced women, I make sure both parties are completely free of any infection or STDs, so that they are able to enjoy themselves to the fullest extent, without worry. And I do follow up checks too. So what I am saying, Marge, is if you feel unable to help, I could link Jacob up to one or two of these ladies I know.”
As the doctor had been speaking, and what she had been saying sunk in, my dick had become semi hard. I couldn’t quite believe my ears. Dr Taylor could put me in touch with some older ladies of mom’s age for me to fuck to help cure my problem! Fuck!
I thought mom would blow up either in embarrassment or rage at the idea, but strangely enough when I looked over at her to see her reaction, see seemed quite calm. If anything, calmer than when the doctor had started talking.
“I see,” mom replied. “Well, Dr Taylor, I am so pleased to have chosen you as our doctor, as I can see your approach to treatment is very ‘hands on’ as you put it, and you have the best interests of the patient at heart, even if the treatments are slightly unusual. I’m also glad that you are so frank with us in your explaining the situation, and offering an alternative solution. I shall have to think this all over, as it is quite a lot to take in. But at least we know what’s wrong with poor Jacob,” mom paused, looking at me, “And how best we might be able to help him.” Mom smiled back at the doctor now, clearly much less tense and more relaxed in her chair.
Mom’s reaction surprised me and my dick was still snaking around in my pants at the thought of all these suggestions. I was trying to hide it by holding my hands over my crotch!
“Good,” replied Dr Taylor beaming back at mom. “I’m so glad we have an understanding.”
Then looking at me, Dr Taylor said, ” I hope you will feel comfortable with the suggested treatment Jacob and not feel shy. I’m sure you will appreciate it.” I thought I detected a glint in her eyes as she spoke to me.
I decide to play all innocent and I piped up, “Er…yes…. sure Dr Taylor, anything that helps me get over my problem.” Then, feeling a little braver and to add a touch of spice to the conversation, so that Dr Taylor might perhaps think I was more of a man than she knew, I added, “It has been quite nice and relieving at times when mom has been helping me, so I’m sure help in other ways from mom and from other ladies might be good too.”
I definitely saw a sparkle in the doctor’s eyes this time as I spoke, and my dick twitched again.
“Very good,” replied Dr Taylor. “Now, Marge, you have a think about what I’ve said and let me know how you might want to proceed. And remember this is all completely confidential between us only.”
“Thank you, Dr Taylor,” replied mom.
“Now, before you go today, I do need just one final test to perform which is to take a fresh sample of semen from Jacob. Once the treatment I’ve just suggested to you has been started I will also have to take fresh semen samples twice a week as we monitor progress through regular semen tests and blood tests. You no longer have to take daily cum measurements from Jacob now. Is that ok?”
I felt relieved we didn’t have to use the semen beaker at home again, but I think I must have not been listening properly to the first part of what the doctor had said as mom asked, “You mean you would like a sample now from Jacob?” and looking a little perturbed again.
“Yes. That shouldn’t be a problem should it? Do you feel you can provide me with one Jacob?”
“Er.. yes,” I said..” I guess so.” The truth was, aside from being semi hard already, hearing what the doctor had suggested, my balls were aching a bit, and cumming was just what I needed, as I’d only cum once that morning with mom helping me.
“Good,” replied Dr Taylor. “Excuse me one moment.”
Dr Taylor picked up the phone and said, “Cynthia, as Mrs Addiington and Jacob are the last patients for the day, and it’s almost 5pm, you can go home now. I won’t be needing your assistance further today.”
I realised Cynthia must have been the name of the hot looking receptionist. Dr Taylor listened to a reply and then said,. “That’s right, we’ll be fine. Have a nice evening – bye,” and put the phone down.
“Right, would you like to follow me to my inner consulting room?” Dr Taylor got up and beckoned us to follow.
I had not noticed another door in the doctor’s room on the first visit, but the doctor led us to the far side of the room where there was indeed another door. She opened it and we all went in. The doctor then closed the door and bolted it from the inside. “I like to make sure we have absolute privacy,” she said. “Welcome to my inner consulting room. This is where I see clients who have sexual issues or problems of various sorts, and I try to counsel them and help them resolve these issues.”
As I looked around the room I noticed it had a much more cosy and informal feel to it compared to the doctors main consulting room. This was more homely and even intimate. There were matching lampshades, a luxurious beige carpet with a large roomy leather sofa and a separate sofa chair. At one end of the room a very comfortable looking milky chocolate coloured leather bound couch/examination table was placed in the centre space so you could walk around it, where I guessed people could lie down. There was also a door to another room attached to this one!
As I entered the room, for some reason my hard on had gone down completely. Perhaps it was the thought of what I might have to do in front of the doctor, rather than in private with mom, which is what I was used to.
“Now, Marge, I’ve brought you in here too because I thought it would be better if you might like to help your son produce his semen sample, like you have been doing at home. I would like to watch and assist if you wouldn’t mind so I can make sure everything is in order from a physiological point of view. Is that ok with you both?”
“I guess so,” said mom, but I could see she was a little embarrassed.
I just nodded.
“Now Jacob, see that door — that goes to a bathroom. I’d like you to be nice and clean, so would you like to take off your pants and underwear in there, leave your t-shirt on, and give yourself a good wash of your privates, wrap yourself in a towel, and then come back out here.
I nodded again and walked over to the bathroom door.
Dr Taylor asked mom to sit down and offered her a soft drink. “Jacob before you go, would you like a drink too?”
“Just water is fine,” I said.
I went into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. Fuck! I couldn’t believe this was happening!
The bathroom was very nicely fitted with a bath and separate shower cubicle, and luxury tiles on the walls and floor. Next to the wash basin were a number of cream coloured towels of different sizes.
I took off my trousers and boxer shorts and gave my dick and balls a good wash using a small towel and soap. Then I rinsed myself off by wetting another small towel, and finally dried myself using a larger one. The large one was big enough to go around my waist, so I wrapped the towel around my hips and walked back into the room where Dr Taylor and mom were waiting.
“Excellent,” said Dr Taylor as she saw me come in. I took a sip of my water which she handed me in a glass. “Please lie down on the couch over there, and we’ll join you. Keep your towel over you for now.”
I did as instructed. My dick was completely soft now – my earlier arousal had completely gone!
I lay down on the couch, which was in the centre area of the end of the room so that people could walk around it, with my t-short still on, and the towel covering me from below. The couch was very comfortable and had a high back so as I lay there I could almost sit up. Mom and Dr Taylor came over.
Dr Taylor was holding a semen-measuring beaker like the one she had given us to take home.
“Just relax now Jacob. I’ll just ask your mom to take a sample like she does at home.”
Dr Taylor then lowered the head end of the couch a little so as I was lying, my back was about at 30 degrees, and I could relax my back and head.
“Right Marge, just do whatever you normally do to get the sample from Jacob at home. I assume you masturbate his penis into the beaker?”
“Er.. yes, that’s right,” said mom, not giving much away.
Mom stood on one side of me and Dr Taylor stood on the other as I lay on the couch.
Mom pulled the towel way from my crotch and legs to reveal my dick. I was now naked from the waist down. I could sense Dr Taylor looking at me dick intently.
Mom started to stroke my dick to try to get some life into it.
I was still limp. And I thought I should say something about that.
“Sorry, I think maybe because I’m in a strange place, I’m not worked up enough just yet,” I said truthfully.
“Marge, do you provide any stimulation for your son? For example, do you let him touch you?”
Mom hesitated for a moment. I could sense she was unsure just how much to let on. Then she said. “Well sometimes I do. I let him touch my bottom and sometimes my breasts too, as that can help him to cum quicker.”
“Well don’t let me stop you then. Just do what you normally do,” said Dr Taylor encouragingly.
Mom turned her ass towards me a little and I started to caress it through her skirt. My dick responded a little, but I was still not really getting properly hard.
“I think perhaps you need some more stimulation,” said Dr Taylor, after watching this for a few minutes, and seeing I was still not getting properly hard. “Tell me Marge, do you let Jacob see you partly undressed?”
I knew mom was fighting her feelings not to tell the doctor too much, but to my surprise at her openness she finally said “Well as you been so frank and open with us doctor, I will also be honest with you and say yes. Occasionally, I have let Jacob see my breasts and my bottom. But I would always wear some panties to cover my crotch area,” she added, lying. She obviously didn’t feel comfortable to reveal any more just yet!
“Well, may I suggest you remove your top and skirt in that case so Jacob can be properly stimulated? I think he does need more help, poor thing,” said Dr Taylor sympathetically.
Mom stopped wanking me and started to unbutton her white blouse. She then took it off, revealing a white full cup bra underneath. Then, she unzipped her skirt from the side and let it fall to the floor. She was wearing quite conservative white panties underneath which didn’t reveal much of the flesh of her ass. She picked up her skirt and placed it on the sofa with her blouse.
She was now wearing just her white panties and bra with black medium height heels. She came back over to me, and not looking at Dr Taylor, perhaps to avoid eye contact because of how she was now dressed in front of me, pulled her panties into her ass crack partly, so as to make her ass look more sexy, and then began stroking my dick again.
“That’s quite a nice touch, to make you look more stimulating,” said Dr Taylor pointing to what mom had done with her panties in pushing the fabric into her ass crack.
“Well, he does like bottoms a lot, so he tells me,” replied mom, to my surprise, revealing one of my likes.
“Well that’s quite natural,” said Dr Taylor smiling at me.
I started stroking mom’s ass again, which was now looking much more alluring, but Dr Taylor looking on at me from one side was not helping my erection still.
I think the doctor noticed my discomfort.
“I think we need to do something else here if we are to get you going young man,” she said. “I did say I was the type of sexual counsellor who believes in a hands on approach, so what I can do if you like is to stand nearer you Jacob, and you may also touch my bottom lightly through the material of my skirt, as you like bottoms so much. Are you ok with that Marge?”
“Er…yes sure,” replied mom.
Dr Taylor removed her white coat to reveal surprisingly low cut beige blouse and dark brown knee length skirt underneath. She came and stood next to me about level with my chest so my right hand could reach her ass. She was much rounder in shape than mom, and more of a bubble butt, I noticed, despite her chubbiness.
“Now don’t be shy young man, you can squeeze and feel my bottom as you like whilst your mom does her bit.”
I couldn’t quite believe this was happening. With my left hand I was feeling up mom’s ass cheeks as she stood in her underwear to my left and with my other hand I was stoking Dr Taylor’s ass through the material of her skirt as she stood to my right!
My dick started to become hard and responsive finally, although I still felt a little awkward.
Dr Taylor placed the semen beaker on the couch so mom could get hold of it in time.
Then to my surprise mom said. “Dr Taylor I hope you won’t mind, but I’m going remove my bra so Jacob can see my boobs. That normally does the trick at home.”
“Well, I am glad to hear you have such an informal arrangement,” replied Dr Taylor looking more pleased now.
Mom unclasped her bra and threw it on the sofa. Her glorious, full, melon like globes with large brown areole came into full view. Mom’s thick nipples looked exceedingly tempting and suckable.
“And I must say you have a very fine pair of boobs,” said Dr Taylor seeing them in their glory.
“Thank you.”
Before going back to working on my dick mom lent over my face so her boobs were in reach of my mouth. I don’t think she had planned to do this but just did it instinctively. Seeing this, Dr Taylor said, “And I see you let him suck you too. Excellent! That should really do the trick. Look!”
Dr Taylor pointed at my dick, which was now fully hard, as I had taken mom’s juicy tit into my mouth as she let her boobs fall over and stroke my face, and she saw it’s full length and hardness now for the first time. “Jacob, you do have a fine erection. I am going to call it a cock if you don’t mind, as I think it is easier to help you to cum if we use more common words.”
Dr Taylor keenly looked at my hard on, and licked her lips, and I could see she wanted to touch it. “Can I make a suggestion?” she said.
“Go on,” said mom.
“How about if you stand over Jacob like you are and let him play and suck on your fine boobs, and I collect the semen sample? It may make things easier,” said Dr Taylor.
“Sounds ok to me, ” said mom. “You ok with that Jacob?”
I nodded. It would be good to have another woman’s hands on my dick.
I was started to feel much more relaxed being in the doctor’s presence now, as she seemed to be enjoying what we were doing too. She moved over to my left where mom had been standing and mom came over to the right of me, still leaning over me slightly so I could suck and play with her boobs or ass with one hand.
Mr Taylor started to wank me. The feel of her hand on my dick was quite exquisite and her technique arousing. She was clearly an expert in this from the way she was stroking me!
My dick was now at full stretch, but I did not feel like cumming just yet.
“May I touch your bottom again Dr Taylor?” I said, feeling brave.
Without saying anything, Dr Taylor angled her ass back at me so I could reach it, and I started to grope at her fleshy ass cheeks through he material of her skirt.
“That’s right. Feel my ass young man and cum for me,” said Dr Taylor as she continued to wank me, whilst I felt up her butt.
At that moment I would have loved it if either mom or Dr Taylor had given my dick a quick suck. But I did not feel brave enough to go so far as to suggest that.
Mom then surprised me again by saying, “Let me use my boobs on his cock for a moment. That should do it finally.”
Mom moved down the couch a little so she was now opposite to Dr Taylor a who let go of my dick, and let mom wank me with her boobs as she held them tightly around my prick and moved up and down.
Dr Taylor looked on pleasingly. “I’m so glad to see you are so free with each other in this way,” she said.
Seeing mom do what she was doing to me in front of the doctor triggered something off inside my head, and I started to get extremely aroused now at the idea of mom sexually pleasuring me in front of someone. I’d gone from being very shy about it initially, to now getting really turned on by it, and I felt the cum rise in my balls.
“I’m gonna’ cum in a minute if you carry on like that,” I said out loud.
Mom continued wanking me between her fleshy tit mounds for another minute or so and then stopped and let Dr Taylor take over. The doctor grabbed the semen beaker in one hand and started pumping my dick hard up and down. She was just in time as after just few strokes I came, gushing into the semen beaker.
“Ahhhhh..AHH…OOOOOHHH,” I shouted out as I came, jerking my hips upwards several times as I did so.
Dr Taylor continued to expertly hold my cock and pump me until my cum waves subsided and she’d collected all my cum in the beaker. I pushed my head back against the couch and closed my eyes, enjoying the high of my orgasm as the doctor’s hand still held my dick, and mom stood topless, wearing just her panties, next to her. Fuck, that was so good!

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