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Fantasy

Camp (long story)

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Magical Hearts chapter 10

Magical hearts chapter 10
During our last chapter, we found out that the kingdom of Izmira had not only ordered Raiders to capture slaves, but had infiltrated Edmonton one of the main cities in Cowan. I fear this is a prelude to war, the harbor there would allow them to bring in as many troops safely with as many ships they can bring. A small army could more easily defend the peninsula that Edmonton sets on as they wait for reinforcements.
I briefed my father, who seemed to lose his appetite. The two ships we destroy this year, I believe had more troops to reinforce Edmonton. The loss of those two ships probably delayed their plans. It would make sense, bring troops and take away slaves, destroying villages under the guise of Raiders. If their plans thwarted, they could back off saying it was Raiders doing the damage, and they had no control over them.
Dad agrees with my assessment, although we need to gather more information confirming what we fear. Dad says, “As king I cannot just declare war on another kingdom over suspicions alone. Our Navy is not that large, but I will send our ships south. We could use some of the carpets for scouting, if we know where their ships are we can bring some of our mages and damage their ships or maybe destroy them.”
I tell my father of my plans, to retake Edmonton keep. Using my guard, and cast a sleep spell, and paralyze spells to infiltrate the Castle from the top of the towers working downward. Binding the guards and soldiers once, they are unconscious. If we can get in, and control large enough area we can bring more troops in on your carpets. Before they know what is happening we can take the keep, wait for patrols and surround them as they return. Once the city is ours again, we can just simply destroy or capture any of the ships sent by Izmira.
My father smiles and says, “On one condition, you take two more mages with you. Justin and Selena, Selena is in Brittany, but I can have her at the staging area on time. With the two of them, your plan is much more likely to succeed. Both are very powerful, and skilled in battle.
I say, “Justin is here already, be picked him up last night.”
We leave my father so he can bath and dress for the day. It is going to be a very busy day. My father has about two hundred and fifty troops he can bring to bear at this moment. Provisions, arms and armor are all contained in enchanted crates. Isabel and I have created carpets capable of carrying all of the troops and their necessary items.
I seriously doubt it will be something they are ready for, four mages along with two hundred fifty troops dropping in from the sky. I think no one in the kingdom knows we had that capability, and certainly no one outside of the kingdom.
Other than our raid against the Raiders two days ago, we have not used that capability, father left under cover of darkness. The raid on Bethany was with clan Morgan assistance, I am sure everyone knows of their carpets, although clan Morgan normally uses the three small carpets.
Magical carpet seldom last more than a season, that is why Justin was so surprised when he did his discovery spell and found that they were permanent, the enchantment would last as long as the carpets. The three small carpets are not in unique patterns, so someone may believe that they are replaced on a regular basis.
Before the day can really get started, Isabel takes Ruth to a different dress shop, and has her dress finished.
Ben and I need to fix her ring, and I have Ben tell me what her favorite flowers. She loves roses that seems to be a favorite among most of the kingdom’s women. Ben hands me a couple gold pieces; they turn into miniature roses after I removed the Green diamond. I ask Ben, “Does Ruth like Isabel’s ring?”
Ben nods his head, yes. I have the roses grow as they absorb the gold from the coins. Ruth unlike Isabel needs a slightly tougher ring, after all her job is to protect us. Like Isabel’s ring, the roses span into a lattice with flowers completely around the outside. Although they are slightly larger, they flatten making a smooth surface both on the inside and out rosebuds hold the diamond, both seeming to cross-halfway or just over the edge. I have improved the fire of the gemstone with tiny cuts that only removed a little dust from the diamond.
Unlike Isabel’s ring, I enchanted with healing activated when husband and wife kiss, they may want to pass it on down to their son. I also add the scent of roses in the morning. Just for the fun of it, when husband and wife kiss they too will be surrounded by a glow.
Isabel had been encouraging me in my mind, and I has to does anything else I should add. With a giggle, she thinks (no).
As an afterthought, I ask Isabel, (What is Ruth’s favorite flower?)
Isabel pauses for a moment or two I know she is asking Ruth. In my mind, I hear Isabel respond, (Roses.) Isabel continues, (That is a good question. Not every girl likes the same flower. Ruth wants to past the ring on.)
Looking at the ring in my hand I know I cannot alter all the magic I placed in it, the web of magic is too complex. So I separate the diamond and begin again, fortunately Isabel has arrived. Ben almost fainted at seeing the ring melt. I smile and say, “This is just going to take a little more power; Isabel is here now give us a moment or two.”
Isabel and I take the diamond and the gold and begin again. Again the ring forms, from flower stems this time lavender. Ben nearly interrupts us, but Ruth places a hand in the center of his chest smiles and says, “Isabel told me about what was going on. I want to pass this on to one of our children. Isabel and Julius are going to do something very special.”
We add one enchantment, when the ring placed on the finger of the betrothed the flowers and fragrance on the ring will change to her favorite when her true love kisses her. As before when the husband kisses the wife the ring will heal them and cause them to glow, not only them but also the ring itself if it takes any damage. The ring will automatically adjust to the betrothed’s finger, just like Isabel’s ring.
Now that the ring is finished, we hand it to Ben who looks disappointed. Ruth nudges him and says, “Put it on my finger and kiss me silly.” Ben slides it onto Ruth’s ring finger and it adjusts to her hand.
Ben sniffs and says, “I smell lavender.”
Ruth pulls him to her. “You have not finished.” She says. Ben pulls her into a kiss, Isabel and I, gasp at seeing the two glow. That spell should not be active until they are married.
Our friends chuckle, before Bill says, “Told you, you are contagious.” We see that more and more, it should not surprise us anymore. Isabel and I join in on the laughter.
Ruth brings her left hand to Ben’s face. The smell of roses is strong. The ring has shifted to roses. When they break their kiss, Ben holds her hand so he can look at the ring. Ruth smiles and says, “When we pass the ring on. Isabel and Julius enchanted the ring so who receives it, when they are kiss by their true love they will get their favorite flowers and its fragrance.”
Ben laughs, “That was a good one Julius.”
I say, “Well you put me on my ass so many times while we trained I had to give you a little payback my friend.” The carpet lands in the courtyard and our friends climb aboard and we fly to the temple. Like our wedding, Ben and Ruth are separate pulled into their own bathing area. While there are there, the Temple quickly fills up with most everyone from the Castle, including my father.
The priestess begins the ceremony. There is something new she speaks of the glow of love and the blessing given by Aphrodite for those who share in it. Ben comes out in a new suit of armor he wears rank of captain, shined extremely bright. Ruth has her dress that Isabel had gotten her. The two are little surprised at seeing how many people are here.
As they speak their words of love Ben says, “Ruth, you are my Angel, with halo bright seen with each kiss. Your love has lit my heart.”
Ruth smiles and says, “You fill my heart with beauty, with love and joy. I love you Ben.” The two fall silent and then move into a kiss, the two glow as the congregation cheers.
The priestess says, “A union blessed by Aphrodite, husband and wife in life and death.”
Knowing what we are going through tonight, we send Ben and Ruth off to spend as much time together as they can before we have to leave.
Will have a grand party when we can return, if everything goes well we may just have it in Edmonton.
We talked to several people who know Edmonton keep, including Carissa. About two and a half months ago, the Duke of Edmonton started changing his guards, ignoring his normal counsel. Carissa does not know why her father began acting strangely. She finally confessed that her father had sent her off with the son of the traitor. They had an arranged marriage, before his family’s disgrace. Carissa stated that her father had canceled the marriage. Two days after his sudden change in behavior when her former betrothed arrived, he treated him as he always has, and sent the two of them off together.
Carissa begs that her father be unharmed, that he must be sick. She does not understand why he was behaving strangely. Later she led off in tears, she returns to her room and a couple priestesses show up in the afternoon to counsel her. I assured her that we would try to make sure he is unharmed and undo any curse or magic that must be controlling him.
I am hopeful that the plan works, if we managed to land without raising the alarm, and clear one of the towers. Perhaps two of the towers, along with the battlements connecting, it would be a simple matter to keep the guards in their guardhouse, just magically sealed their door or doors.
The real problem is if they have mages, they may have alarm spells, wards or other magical traps. Wizards from other parts the world can use magic differently than we do. Magic itself generally works the same. Nevertheless, when a wizard figures out a new way of doing a spell sometimes that is not shared openly. Spells from different areas of the world had been diversifying, at one point in our history mages went to a single college, a single mage counsel ruled all mages on this world, we stood apart not allowed to join in on the political scene. Spells were shared more readily in those long past days.
I am counting on that one thing. Izmira does not have the spells needed to enchant a carpet to fly. They probably do not recognize the danger, the towers may not be heavily guarded, or possibly no guards at all. It would be very good to land and only face one or two, not a dozen armed guards, with ward and alarm spells to alert the entire keep. The whole plan hinges on that fact.
Shortly after dark, Isabel and I with our companions and six archers leave the city, space our departures by half an hour to bring less attention to them. We are meeting at the village directly across the great bay that separates the peninsula that Edmonton sets on from the main land of Cowan. With any luck the jeweler will be there, he may be able to give us some more information.
Dad informed me that house Morgan will be bringing fifty of their strongmen, and city guards from Camarillo. They will meet us at the rally point tonight. That would give us more than enough men to land on each of the towers once they have been subdued. We can leave crossbow men up there, if need be they can cover our escape, leaving by carpet just the way we came.
We plan to hit the keep as the moons set, that will be about two hours past midnight. The last carpet to leave New Cowan will arrive with one hour at the rally point before going on. Selena, and Justin are taking the last two carpets, my father and son will remain in New Cowan. Dad really wanted to come, but I convinced him is not a good idea to risk both of us. He only said, “You are your father’s son.”
We arrived at the village inn. I am surprised how fast we made it, is only two and a half hours after sunset. The jeweler has made it, and I reluctantly wake him from his sleep. We speak for several minutes, he tells me of the random searches, the guard had looked for Isabel and I well into the next day when he left.
Altogether, the information he gives me is just confirmation of what he has already said. I do get a better number of guards the Duke is using. An Izmira ship arrived a week ago, it brought the number of guards to one hundred and fifty. It is as I suspected, the cities jail cells emptied onto the ship before it left. The jeweler highly doubts the ship took criminals.
That ship only left port a day and an half ago, and once we take the keep. We will catch that ship and retrieve our people. Force that Captain to return our people. If our people have come to harm, if they abuse the women, most of the sailors will never return home. They will face trial and punishment for their deeds. I see the same determination in my companions, as I feel it echoed from Isabel. That nation can no longer be permitted to pray on others.
When we are all gathered, we come to the decision that Justin and Selena will take the northwest tower, Isabel and I will take the southeast tower. We will strike at the same time, only taken enough troops to secure each tower. Then will jump to the others, secure them, and signal for the troops to arrive and begin to secure the keep. In might be a bit more risky, but with all four tower secure, we have eight large carpets landing two at each tower we can probably secure the keep in less than an hour. It is a variation of the plan, where stealth and surprise used for our benefit. If we can take out the other towers, the guards there could not raise the alarm the moment they see our carpets begin unloading our troops.
I wish I could take credit for that, but that was Jeremiah’s idea. Dad really should make him a general. He actually visited the keep several times. He will be with us on our initial strike the tower tops first, and then the battlements, followed by securing the towers as we go.
We move low, fast, and silent not high enough to be outlined against the stars, yet high enough that we do not alert our passing to those on the ground. Justin and Selena are taking the seaward side; Isabel and I are in the landward side that is why we are taking the opposite towers. When we come into range, there is only two guards atop the tower. We approach so fast they did not even have time to open their mouths before they found themselves paralyzed. I checked for magical wards just before we land, finding none we set the carpet down silently. Leaving the six archers, Isabel, Jeremiah and my companions accompany me to the next tower. It has two guards stand watching over the city, they do not even see us before we have them paralyzed.
Only one guard walking the battlements at this hour at night. We simply descend low enough on our carpet before using a sleep spell. He falls asleep silently leaning against the wall, the other guards follow quickly.
Returning to the top of the tower, we begin our dissent into the Royal bedrooms. Most likely, the heaviest guarded, but as we reach each level, I cast a wide area sleep spell. It is not as strong as a direct sleep spell, but at this hour of the night, it proved very effective. Each floor fall silent quickly, and we move quickly to bind the guards. Checking each room, we find one magic user and we placed a magical binding on him, before gagging him. By the time, we reach the bottom floor there is not a single guard in the keep still awake.
Justin has given the signal, and our soldiers arrive. A few grumble that, there is nothing left for them to do. Nevertheless, we have them recheck each guard to ensure that they are secure. We find the guards quarters, much like the Raiders we found have taken women for their pleasure.
Ruth and Isabel begin marking each man, as they began to pull the women away. Once the keep it secure father may come and begin their trials. We find that two patrols are still in the city. We wait in ambush for their return. Our men now occupies the battlements and towers, and control the gates.
In the dungeons, we find the advisors and their families, along with others designated to be slaves. Isabel and I do what we can to heal them. We share a long kiss as I carried Isabel among the jail cells. Even a few of the guards along with their families occupy the cells, seeing their loved ones healed gives them strength.
Both of the enemies patrols arrived just before dawn, they have several prisoners that they threaten. I say, “They are the only thing keeping you alive. When they die you will have a long and painful death.”
Realizing the impossibility of their situation, their escape cut off, and the threats only served to anger our troops they lay down their arms and released their captives without any further harm.
Our troops bind them, if I did not hate slavery so much, I would have them all branded and sold as slaves to different kingdoms. The soldiers make poor slaves. They usually whipped to death within a season.
Jeremiah informed my father using his mirror, we began going through the Royal bedrooms again, and we separate the Duke and his family. The Duchess, and a younger daughter seem to be okay, but who knows what they went through.
Justin cast a spell to determine if the Duke coerced by magic. He almost cursed at what he found out. The Duke was no longer himself, some powerful magic ripped his soul away, in its place another. Essentially the Duke was already dead, and someone else inhabiting his body. Necromancy outlawed here for over a century, and this is the worst case of it. The person that inhabits the Duke’s body dies as part of the enchantment.
I fear what this news will do to Carissa, her father’s body yet lives but hopefully his soul is at rest, or soon will be. We revive the servants first, one at a time to ensure they are not agents of Izmira. Before dawn, we have nearly all the servants revived, and we get many tales of horror about the guards and even the Duke.
Shortly after Dawn, father arrives with Carissa. We set them down and give them the grave news. My father shakes his head, and pulls the crying Carissa to him. I say, “We have the wizard that probably perform the spells. I do not believe there is any way of reversing their effects, and I would not trust anything that evil of a person would say.”
My father still trying to comfort Carissa says, “What my son says is true. Take comfort in knowing this that it was not your father that put you in the hands of the traitor son. I hope that when we revenge your father he may rest in peace.”
I explained to my father that we have a ship to catch. It left two days ago and should still be at sea with some of our people aboard. I will do my best to bring them back.
Isabel and our companions are waiting at the top of the tower with the carpet. Jeremiah steps in line with me and says, “I would go with you, I can send word to your father if we catch the ship and have to destroy the crew. He can send a new ship, to bring our people home.”
We pick up provisions for ourselves for as long as we can two water barrels and much dried food. I figure will be a day at least on the carpet to catch up. We know their course, if it is one thing these people are great record keepers. All the information about the ship, the people he took, and their course we have found during our search of the keep.
Before the sun is an hour past dawn, we set out to sea following the ship’s course. The carpet seems a bit faster, both Isabel and I wish it to move faster and the carpet does. We are moving so fast the sun seems to almost standstill in the sky. After moving West by Northwest we can almost feel the wind shifts, and we begin heading due West. After only an hour we spot the ship, it flies the flag of Izmira. Only about twenty men spotted on deck, one stands by the helmsman, it appears to be the Captain.
Several children are on deck, they apply water to the wooden decking, which is how it kept watertight if the wood dries it shrinks. The shrinking wood allows water to pour through making the ship harder to keep afloat in bad weather. When a man raises a whip to strike one of the children Isabel reacts. A lightning bolt races out while the whip is still high in the air running down it and killing the man.
I use magic to make my voice louder on the ship. I say, “You have taken our people. If you do not want to join the pile of ashes you will turnabout and return them without any harm.”
The helmsman begin to turn the will, the Captain ordered him to maintain his course as he ran for one of the children. He was six steps away when I paralyzed him freezing him in mid stride. He tumbled to the deck, bouncing once before he came to rest looking like a toppled statue.
When several of the crew drew their weapons, arrows flashed into their chest, or lightning bolts turned them to ash. The result was the same any who drew weapons died almost instantly. Almost as soon as it began it was over, the helmsman begin turning the ship about, he was surprised when the wind refilled the sails, only moments later to become even stronger than it had been before. Below decks, another twenty-five crewmembers soon surrendered.
It took us two days to return to port and we landed at the nearest which was Camarillo. The sailors were little surprised, as city guardsmen went to their knee before me. When the new city Captain, greeted us going to his knee he said, “Welcome back Prince Julius and Princess Isabel, the King waits at the keep. Duke Jeremiah Lady Claire waits for you to join her at court.”
Jeremiah had made sure to point out the two wrecks on the way in, telling the helmsman that was the work of the Prince and Princess. He told them that they would be a few of their fellow citizens who survived that they would be returning.
We gave them a small ship, one barely able to make such a journey. When they left they were heavily laden with water and food, and a small boat sailed slowly away. A letter to their King detailed our grievances, helmsman turned out to be more than willing to offer messenger service. We still had a hundred of their soldiers in our jails. The return of their men were contingent on the return of ours. Two of the hundred were officers, minor nobles we treated them like the rest of their men.
Be quickly sent messages to the other kingdoms friendly to us, both as warning of Izmira’s treachery and news of our victory. We also sent word that Izmira was to return our people, if they failed to do so we were going to declare war.
Jeremiah had come up with a plan, when we return their people, or at least the last two nobles. We would have shown them the ships, allowing Justin to bring forth the images of that battle. Placed the two nobles, or all of the prisoners we were returning in a specially made crate, to them only a few moments would pass no matter how long or trip took. Using one of the larger carpets, we would land with forty men, two teams of horses, wagons and enough food for everyone for a two-day march.
Landing secretly on their coast, we would release the prisoners from what looked like a jail cell but was actually an enchanted crate. They would believe we got there nearly instantaneously, by an unknown means of transportation. If our enemy believed we could bring a group that large to their shores with no problems, destroy their ships at sea. Perhaps they will surrender, return our people and never raid our shores again. That was a hope Isabel and I shared.
Justin and Selena had found the necromancers spell books; they found that the Duke soul captured and held within a large crystal. They actually found the crystal within the necromancer’s quarters. From the faint glow within the stone, we knew a soul was still within it. It was uncertain if it was the Duke are not.
We stopped the execution just in time. We were going to try to switch the souls. It was a slim hope at best. The necromancer was one of the first we executed. We would not have trusted him anyway.
We went to the temple of Aphrodite. We needed to know if they could help, possibly even ask Aphrodite herself. We did this for Carissa’s love for her father. The priestess asks, “Could you two kiss, and it may be possible Aphrodite will come in answer to your request.”
We had brought the crystal, and the gagged bound body of the Duke. Four guards escorted the chained man into the temple. He was held a short distance away from us as we spoke. When Isabel and I leaned in together and began to kiss, the glow reached out. First to the chained man, he screamed as the light enveloped him. The guards could not prevent him from sinking to his knees as he screamed. His eyes rolled back as he began to spasm, the scream stopped as a spirit of a disfigured man pulled out of the body. The spirit was screaming, and struggling but eventually, the spirit pulled free of the body. The body slumped unmoving and it did not draw breath.
The glow still surrounded the body. The crystal flies until it struck the body in the chest. There was a moment of bright light, and then the body was again the Duke. He drew breath, and began to blink. Confusion and fear at his condition was the first sign of his return, only a moment later he fainted.
We release him from his chains, remove the gag and summon his family. Isabel and I kiss as is family including Carissa arrive; the light now seems to caress the Duke. His breathing becomes stronger, and only a moment later he sets up blinking. Looking around he asks, “How did I get here? Am I still in that nightmare?”
His wife and children surround him in a hug. Their tears flow freely. He holds them tightly and says, “I am finally awake. Think the goddess.”
My father speaks with him the next day. His old friend still is not quite himself. Nevertheless, I feel he will make a full recovery, given the love of his family and friends.
We change our plans.
We gathered Driftwood and stone for two days, Isabel and I decided to not only make a set of cells, but an entire keep or what looked like one. With the main drawbridge down it would be its normal size. When you close the drawbridge, it would be half the size of a crate. The trick was to make it shrink each time into a miniature Keep. Isabel and I had experimented with this for over two months before perfecting the enchantment.
The two large islands off the coast had no names on our map. None of our sailors or navigators from any of our ports knew of them. We went to the ruins of the keep, and found the name Fox. That was the only thing that identified anything there. Therefore, we nicknamed the islands Fox and Hound. Fox being the northern island of the two and slightly smaller.
We decided to work on this island because of its isolation. No rumor was to escape about our plan, and seeing a magical castle built would definitely bring about many rumors. With a few more trusted guards, and even those were stationed where they would not see or hear anything that occurred.
We find a large flat meadow excellent for what we wish to accomplish. We brought the wood and stone leaving them on the edge of the meadow. Only our guard is with us, except for Justin and Selena to observe our process.
Like creating the crates you start with a full-size object, then through magical means shrink it. Therefore, the first order of business was to create a full-size keep. We had scoured the outer islands for more Driftwood, bringing what more we could. Two enormous balls of wood set on the ground outside of the meadow. A huge piece of stone set beside them. We begin with the stone, because we wanted this to be able to move it would not have foundations that pressed into the ground. Rather sit flat a crossed.
The first order of business was to create a smooth hard surface within the meadow. We had brought sand and spread it out on the meadow, the day before. The sand made level and pressed into a hard surface. Then we begin with blocks of stone very large but thin at first. As each block lay down beside the next, it fuses to its neighbors. Creating one solid flat sheet, this will be the base of our keep. This took all day and Isabel and I are exhausted just accomplishing that. What little stone remained would be far short of what we need.
Justin and Selena volunteered to gather more stone; we noticed a quarry not too far distant. The quarry was originally the stone source for the buildings on this island.
Isabel and I retreat to our small house we had created. It was large enough for rooms for our companions and us. We had tested out the enchantment creating this home. It had a porch on the front that was the equivalent of the drawbridge. It did not use near as much stone as the keep would use, although it had a stone fireplace. This was actually the fifth attempt. We had various problems from furniture that would not shrink, to one that shrink to nothing. One burned because of the fire in the fireplace. This one uses an illusion of the fire, which gives off heat magically, only on command.
Isabel and I have not dared to collapse it a second time. We will cross that bridge when we do not need it again. Right now, Isabel and I need our bathing pool followed by a meal and long night’s rest. From the sound when we walk in the door, Ben and Ruth are enjoying each other’s company. Michael asks, “Can you do something about the sound?”
I point his daughter to a spell of silence, and ask, “Have you learnt this spell yet?”
She giggles and shakes her head yes, so I instruct, “Casted upon that door.”
Isabel giggles, “Remember we had to disallow casting inside.”
Thinking quickly I say, “Go outside and get a small stone. Cast the spell on the stone and set it in front of the door. Once the spell expires, be sure to remove the stone.”
Giggling Isabel says, “Do the same on a second stone, and place it front of our door.” The room breaks out into laughter as Isabel pulls me back into our bedchambers.
As soon as our door closes, Isabel strips us as I pick her up and walk into a large bathing pool we have created. I gently wash Isabel with scented soaps. Even exhausted we are enjoying the feel of each other’s hands on our bodies. I doubt we do more than kiss and cuddle tonight. Isabel wraps an arm around my neck and pulls me down for a kiss. Our kiss seems to energize us. Isabel jumps wrapping her body around mine. Her arms around my shoulders, her legs are over my hips and she pulls her beautiful body against me.
As we kiss my manhood begins to react, and before long, it rubs against Isabel’s wet bottom. Isabel lifts high enough and wiggles once I am in the right spot she slides back down taking me within her. Her internal muscles ripple as she pulls me deeper sliding downward onto my erect manhood. Isabel fully impaled, and her muscles excite my cock, my breathing is becoming heavy with my excitement. Isabel makes small movements grinding her clitoris against my body. As her body increases the massage, Isabel begins to shake against me, causing her clitoris to have heightened stimulation. Isabel and I both climax at the same time I grunt as I push spurt after spurt through her open cervix. Isabel screams her pleasure at her orgasm. We are both breathing heavy as we look into each other’s face and laugh at the joy we give each other.
We finish our bath, dress for dinner. We join our companions, even a satisfied Ruth and Ben. We eat and speak of how much longer will be here. I say from what we have accomplished today, at least a week more like ten days.
Justin laughs, “He will build a keep in ten days, and normally it takes years.”
Selena nods her head yes and says, “I have only seen one new keep build in my lifetime, and actually took ten years and thousands of men laboring to accomplish it.”
Justin says, “I have not seen a mage even in my life time attempt such a grand enchantment. Even this house is far greater than many can accomplish even working together. I watched as you shrink it, picked it up as if it was a dollhouse, set upon your carpet flown it here and expanded it back to its original size. I find it simply amazing.”
Selena says, “You even enchanted the cabinets, they hold entire meals that all we have to do is remove the hot meal we wish to eat and close the cabinets again.”
I give Isabel kiss and say, “It was my wife’s idea, and we had done a set for father’s cook.”
Selena giggles, “She so appreciative, she can prepare a meal and set it within one for a week undisturbed and it will be hot and ready to eat when she decides the serve it.”
Isabel giggles, “There is a four-month-old pie I would like for dessert.”
Justin chuckles, “Now you are just showing off, you are behaving so much like your husband.” The room breaks out into laughter.
The next day we began on the skeleton of the keep. Using the wood and the stone to make the reinforcements for the next floor, we were going to make a total of three, with the battlements on the fourth floor, a set of six-story towers on each corner, with a gate and a gatehouse, complete with battlements of top.
As the time passed more of the keep, begin to take shape, on the eighth day it was complete. The next two days we create furniture. On the tenth day, the keep has officers’ quarters with furniture, and storerooms on the second and third floor. All three floors have an armory we had yet to equip. Also on the first floor of the keep has bunk beds in four large rooms, a huge kitchen, dining room and stables. The keep has only wooden doors to give you the impression that is actually not a prison, but a fortress.
The Keep is large enough to hold four hundred men, with a full unit of cavalry, and enough arms to ensure they can stand for a long time under siege. It would be a daunting site for any army to come upon, and a great surprise if they knew the land to be barren, one-day empty land and the next a full scale Keep capable of protecting itself. The Keep wrapped in thick stone walls so smooth no assassin can climb, towers and battlements topped with archers, and two ballistae.
With somewhere else to stay, Isabel and I decide it is worth the risk to attempt to re-close the house. We ensure it has nothing that was not originally in it. Not even a grain of sand. One of our houses failed because we did not empty the baths. On something this complicated it seems more little things can go wrong. We needed to close the house for one very important reason. We had not tested if it would not kill a living thing. It was similar to the enchantments on the new crates, only slowing time not completely stopping it.
Justin brings a rabbit, and Isabel groans before I say, “We will release the rabbit once the experiment is completed.”
Isabel is not too happy about it, and I know she does not like using rabbits as food she prefers them as pets. However, a rabbit is a better test subject than an insect.
At the corners of the porch, Isabel and I placed our hands and spoke the command words that shrank the house. As a house begin to shrink, the rabbit froze as time began to slow for it. It shrinks along with the house. By the time, the house shrunk to its smallest point, Isabel and I knew it was going to be successful.
Isabel and I walk across the sand to the miniature house. Again, we place our hands and say the command words. For the test we wanted to do it would not matter if it was five minutes or five days, the rabbit merely had to survive. Once the house has fully expanded, the rabbit begins to hop around inside.
Isabel gently catches the creature, as she pets it brings it outside in the open meadow. She releases it back into the meadow. It is only a moment or two before it disappears from site. I rub my wife’s shoulder, Isabel and I are both rather exhausted despite all we have done today is test the house’s enchantment. The last ten days, we have created a keep from raw materials and furnished it, tons of raw materials. When we began this effort, we had no idea how much power it would consume. Isabel and I were exhausted every day. We could have made twenty carpets a day and not been as exhausted.
Justin and Selena smile at us, and Justin says, “I think you two deserve a break, the enchantment on the keep is going to be very difficult and may take an entire day to accomplish. After all is many times larger than this house. You need a few days’ rest.” Selena nods her head yes.
I have to agree with them, besides that the cupboards are getting very low. It would be a good time to go restock. We gather everyone, for the trip back to New Cowan. Shrink the house and loaded aboard the carpet. Isabel and I miss our son, and we noticed Michael spends a lot of time with his daughters. They miss Juliet, the girl’s mother, who we will bring on our return trip.
Isabel giggles in her mind, mentally she points out how Justin and Selena are holding hands. (Perhaps we are contagious.)
Communicating back with Isabel I think, (I hope so Justin deserves happiness.)
Justin chuckles aloud and says, “Julius and Isabel are matchmaking. I guess he forgot I could still hear his thoughts.” Selena giggles and pulls Justin into a kiss, when the two began to glow.
Ben laughs, “They are definitely contagious.” All our companions laugh along. We spend two weeks in New Cowan. It took Justin the first week there to get up the nerve to ask Selena to marry him. Because we were not in a great hurry, we spent a week preparing for their wedding. Isabel and I enchanted the wedding ring, much as we had for Ben and Ruth. Isabel provided the diamond, and I cut it for the maximum fire. It was a large raw diamond, and I created earrings, and a pendant necklace to match her ring from the same stone.
Dad actually stood with Justin on his wedding day. Selena was beautiful in her gown, and their wedding vows showed a slight difference in how the two felt about each other. Them being both more mature, their love was not the animalistic lust share when young.
It is wonderful to see the castle with so many lights coming from the windows. As couples, find love, joy, and the blessing of the goddess. Several windows around the city shine brightly most of the night as my companions have said it is contagious. If this were an illness we would worry an attempt to find a cure, instead we would rather spread it. It seems to be a cure for so many sorrows.
We took an extra week, and made a horse barn, and another house. They gave us a little more practice, and both seem to make it easier, the second house was easier than our first. Moreover, the barn was far easier than the houses. We feel the house with furniture, and I presented it to Michael and Juliet. In the house is a large master bedroom, with deep bathing pool, a room for each of his girls, study and workroom. There even is a third bedroom, kitchen and dining area. That way the girls would not have to be in the same house hearing three different couples.
Juliet was rather surprised, but even more so when we showed her how Michael and her could shrink the home, and bring it along with us to Fox.
Justin and Selena had created their own home in the time we stayed. They would bring it along with us back to Fox.
We tested the barn with a couple grasshoppers, before filling it with feed for the horses, tackle and saddles. We placed one of the older horses in the barn and tested it. After it shrink correctly, and retook its original size. The horse was unharmed by the process. We added another four older horses.
After getting enough food to restock our pantries and cupboards, we loaded the three houses and the barn on the carpet and left New Cowan early one morning just before dawn. When we did return to Fox, the keep was just as we had left it.
Jeremiah had suggested that we try first with horses, and we use several older horses that may not have a long life left. For their service, we would allow them to live their remaining days on Fox. The meadows and pastors here would provide them with enough food, the trees would provide them was shelter when needed.
In the meantime, Isabel and I would rest for a while gathering our strength and enjoying the time together. We had returned with Juliet and Little Patrick on this trip. Both Isabel and I missed our son and it would be nice to get away with him as well. To play with him as a normal child and to do so without guards present.
Little Patrick had been cooped up on the carpet, from this morning and it was now late in the afternoon. Our son did like watching the ground go by as we flew over the land. However, once we flew over the water he quickly tired of the unchanging scenery.
He curled up into Isabel’s lap and had slept for a long time. Perhaps that is why he had so much energy on our arrival. He loved watching the house expand from what looked to him like a toy.
For the first time in his life, he is allowed to do something most children take for granted. We took him for a walk in the open meadow. It did not take him very long to want to get down and we allowed him to run free. I had to chase him once he got too far away. We finally ended up by the stream tossing stones into the water to make splashes.
We came back for dinner and little Patrick climbed into my lap. He ate from my plate. By the end of dinner with the afternoons exertions, satisfied with his full belly little Patrick leaned his head against me and fell asleep.
Isabel and I had a small bed for him in our room. In the middle of the night, he crawls in to bed with us. Smiling he gives his Mommy a kiss, before going back to sleep. We hold our son in the glow that Isabel and I share. We will rest now for a few days. On the day of the full moon will begin the enchantment.

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Queen Yavara: Chapter 21

I feel obligated to say that there is disturbing content in this chapter, though you probably guessed that already if you read the last chapter. This one isn’t for the squeamish, but of course, you sick puppies already read about Leveria torture-raping her own mother before having her publicly executed, so maybe the warning’s unnecessary. Leave comments!

True Story

Her Addiction to Porn Story’s

Her Addiction to Porn Story’s
* After writing a porn story about fucking a ‘porn reader’ girl, I received a message from a couple who said she was addicted to hot porn story’s for real. Many emails later…. I pieced together their true story. I’ll call them Terry and Sheena.
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Terry….
…..I walked up behind her. I reached over and took control of the computer mouse. “What?” she said. “I have a little surprise for you Sheena.” I clicked around and …”There, read this. This is a good story.” “Oh no, it’s a trick on me just to get me all hot.” she giggled.
“Sheena, now would I do that to you?” I said.
“I‘m sure hoping you will, let me take a shower first Terry.” she said.
“Ok, but just put a robe on when you return.”
“Why?…. Terry, what are you up to…
….Ohhhh damn Terry…(gasp)…don’t feel my boobs yet mmmm, let me shower and ‘then’ we can play. You must ‘promise’… to read the story to me…please, please….” She of course knew I would, but anticipation had set in big now. I watched her all excited, head for the shower.
…..She returned finally and in her white fluffy robe. She was all smiles and smelled wonderful. She took the towel off her damp hair and sat in her computer chair. I sat behind her and combed her sexy hair. I reached over and clicked the story on…. I began to read the story quietly in her ear….She was already breathing hard as she closed her eyes.
…..It was the story of how Sheena and I met. I knew this would be a hot story for her.
….. I had a master plan to get her to tell me all about having some sort of sex with her three brothers. She slipped one night and said she missed them ‘feeling her up‘…. but would say no more.
…..I started the ‘how we met’ story….
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…..I first met her in school. I didn’t know she was behind me watching me draw dirty pictures. I was drawing a handsome guy with big dick getting ready to fuck a beautiful young girl, who had a sexy wet pussy. I heard a low whisper….(“…Oh my, tell me about these people?”) I slammed my notebook closed all embarrassed. I turned around to see her. …..Wow…a nice looking new girl in school with good sized tits, and a cute face. She smiled at me and whispered: (“…is there a story to go with your picture?”) I said: (“…there sure is, but I can’t tell it here, after class, ok?”) She took a big breath and said: (“…ooooo damn…I can’t wait!”)
….Now I had to quick make up a story to go with the dirty picture. We met after class in the hall. We agreed to meet at her house after school. Her parents work nights. I could just tell she was excited and she could tell,…. I’m sure,…. I was too. She was a hot looking girl and our eyes did all the talking. As we walked away, we looked back at each other…. I walked into a wall locker, and she walked into 3 people.
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….At her house we went up to her room and she sat in her computer chair. I sat in another chair like it behind her. She wanted me to tell the story from behind her and quietly in her ear. She closed her eyes….She was waiting for me to tell her the hot story about the couple I had drawn in the picture…….
Sheena thought….
….Damn, I’m so nervous. When I first heard Terry’s voice, I got that warm feeling in my tummy and….my pussy. I’ve been wanting a guy with a voice like his to tell me hot story’s for so long now. If he only know how anxious I am looking forward to him telling me this story.
….. This all started when I heard my oldest brother telling a real hot story. I heard it through the vent in my bedroom. He was feeling up his girlfriend and quietly telling her the story to get her aroused,…..then he would have sex with her. I could hear all of this because the vent had slipped loose and I could hear everything.
…..He did this a lot and his stories made me wet and really turned on. I began to masturbate as he told them. His girlfriends started moaning and got out of breath as they fucked hard and fast.
….. My other brothers used his room to do the same to their girlfriends. This all kept my fingers busy orgasming to all the stories. Listening to them all fuck their girlfriends made me want sex with them too….but they were my brothers and I held off.
…. I can read a story, but to have a man tell it to me in a low voce is the ‘real’ turn on for me. My last boyfriend could only read a story to me. That did nothing as he was no story teller. Terry has that deep whisper like voice like my brothers and I want him to tell me a hot story…and then finger me, just like I wanted my brothers….
to….
do…..
( pause)……damn I miss my brothers .
…..I finally got my oldest brother to feel me up one night. My other brothers saw this and joined in….I’ll never forget the first time that happened. I let them all feel me up now and then…they all moved…..
Terry….
…..I finished the story about how we met. I quietly started in telling my story about the girl and guy in my drawing. I wanted to get Sheena real hot.
…..Sheena smiled, closed her eyes and leaned her head back. I began to massage her neck….
I had to think of a story and fast.
…..I decided to tell her the ‘true’ story about me and my sister. I‘ll just change the names and she‘ll never know…I started in…..
…..The guy and girl in the picture are brother and sister. This story is called: “Making out with my sister Sandy”. Sheena’s heart beat and breathing immediately started going up….
I continued..
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…..I’m Mark. My sister Sandy was always a hot looking girl to me. That started when I was younger. She always smelled good, her hair was a sexy blondish color and always draped over one side of her face. She had flawless skin, perfect lips and eyebrows. The way she stood, always a sly looking smile. Her eyes sparkled and she was always adjusting her bra and clothes. She was only a little older that me, but I sure as hell didn’t care about that.
…. At family gatherings she liked to lean against me and put her arm around me in some way. It seemed she always sat by me, touching hips or legs. A teen boys ego was sure she had sexual desires for me…at least in my dreams. As I got older my attraction for her grew and I hoped… so did hers. I wondered if it was just wishful thinking. She lived close by with her boyfriend, and yet she still flirted with me all the time.
…. One day when she came over and we were alone. She was the youngest girl in the family. She gave me many a hardon….I wondered if she knew that? She had on little white shorts that day and a T shirt with her nice full tits sticking out so beautiful and hot looking. She smiled and ask about some kitchen thing. I sat on the couch doing homework. I put my stuff down to look an admire her. She slowly walked over and then sat on my lap, something she had never done before.
…..She smiled and looked at me for my reaction. Was she just teasing me or was there more to her actions. My reaction was a smile and pink face. My dick had never been this close to her pussy ever, and it was trying to force it’s way up through my jeans. She wiggled her pussy on my dick. Again she looked at my reaction. I said: “Sandy, your way to beautiful to be sitting on top of my….” She leaned over on my chest and whispered in my ear…(“….your what?”) I whispered back: (“You know damn good and well ‘what’….and your going to break it off if this keeps up.”)
Sandy……
…..I had a crush on Mark from a long time ago as he always kept eyeballing me. He was so cool about it, but it made me feel good. I returned the affection in little ways….but…..over time, he grew up and he grew on me. He went from cute to handsome. Who can explain why you get attracted to a guy even if he is your brother.
…..I wanted to keep in good with my family, but I was getting so I didn’t care day by day. At first, I decided to let him make the first move on me. If we got caught, I could say to the family that he made a sexual move on me, and this would put me in the clear….yet that would get him in scorn with the family. There had to be another way. In the meantime I was getting aroused more every time I saw him. The years of attraction was somehow peaking in me. I was even having sex dreams about him.
….. I turned up the flirting high when no one was around. He was kind of shy and I was having fun with it…..until I slowly realized just how attracted I was to him. How could we be ‘together’ and not cause an uproar with our family. Because of our being ‘untouchable’ to each other, made me want him more. There was only one way….
…..Sneak it.
…..I thought of every way we could meet privately and let our strong attraction blossom.
….. I had to have a private talk with him and tell him how I felt. Would he be willing to go for a sneaked affair? Even thinking about that made me horny. How would he feel about my plans? My heart beat fast as I hoped he would carefully plan with me, a way to ‘get together.’
….I suddenly had second thoughts. I decided to ’snap out of it’ and just explain to him privately that even though we ’may’ be attracted to each other, we must leave it at that. It all sounded so practical and everything would just ’go away’….only….it didn’t work out that way.
…..I lived with my boyfriend and when we had sex, I found my self closing my eyes and pretending it was Mark and I having glorious sex. Each time it was the same thing only it got better.
…..I decided to just change my thinking and stop this desire for him…..but…this was just not working, I wanted him and I knew he wanted me.
…..Why was I checking the clock and putting on my long house dress with no bra or panties then.? I knew Mark was home alone, so I just walked over there. Ok, snap out of it and just sit down with him and draw the line with us. All of my
feelings and problems would just ’go away’ somehow. I went in and there he was doing homework as usual. He put his stuff to the side, and smiled at me. I sat beside him all ready to tell him we must cool our feelings. I open my mouth to speak….and nothing came out….
…..His smiling eyes got me a big tingle right in my pussy. I felt a hot flash travel thru my body……
Mark thought…
…..Perfect… I want to have a serious talk with Sandy and explain that I had strong sexual feelings for her. ’Maybe’ …’IF’ she wanted to we could meet somewhere and ’maybe’ have a little ’private’ time together and just enjoy being together. I looked at her sitting there with her mouth open, but saying nothing….so I told her my thoughts about us.
…..I was nervous and was afraid she would say….’hell no’, you’re my brother, I’m your sister, we can’t do that and many more rejection replies ran through my head.
…..She began to smile and scooted close to me, holding my arm.
Sandy thought….
….I was in excitement shock. He just said what my suppressed real feelings were. I looked in his sexy sweet eyes and these words just came out of my mouth:
….. (“…we’ll have to be careful.”)….
….. I could hardly believe I said them. I’ll never forget the beautiful smile he gave me. He slowly put his hand to my face and we had our first kiss. I felt warm wetness seeping out between my legs….. It felt wonderful….
My pussy had never been this wet from just kissing at a guy in my whole life…..my heart was racing as his tongue traced my quivering lips.
…..I guess it’s impossible to describe the euphoric feelings I had. A wonderful feeling of a desire that had built up over years. I had had so many fantasies about him. It’s hard to explain why you so attracted to someone, it’s just …there.
…..It slowly draws you in and it feels so damn good to think about them. I liked to think about Mark before I went to sleep….lying in a field of grass…our arms around us and letting the kisses flow between us……
….We only had about 30 minutes until other people came home. It was 30 minutes in heaven as he laid me down on the couch and slowly got on top of me. I gasp for air and tried to say that we have to plan this all out so we don’t get caught by others….but… my mind was a buzz of excitement as I felt his erection between my legs. His hands came up, and started gently feeling my tits as he continued French kissing me. I was dizzy with raw pleasure and sexual desire throbbing in me . I couldn’t ever remember ever being this sexually turned on.
…..We couldn’t have sex right here on mom and dads couch with time flying by…..but I knew…. we both sure thought about it.
….. I reached between our bodies and felt his warm hardon.
….. His hand went up under my dress, and for the first time, he felt my very wet pussy. I moaned and said quietly: “Mark….we have to (gasp)… plan quickly for a meeting…. where we’ll be safe from…. ’them’. He acted like he was in another world and could only mumble “….’ok, ok’, (taking a big breath)… I’ll think on it…. and you too… let’s just hurry….. I want you so bad…I‘m going crazy“…..
Mark…..
…..My dick was between her legs and I felt her pussy gently squirming against it. Her hand was massaging it. I was very close to dropping my load in my pants. I finally, for the first time, felt her big full tits…..no bra. It was beyond heaven.
…..The words:
“We’ll have to be careful.”
…echoed through my head, over and over. The woman of my dreams was under me and just gave me the words of commitment for us to finally have the sexual affair we both wanted…
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….I stopped telling the story. Sheena slowly came out her dream world. By now I was feeling her tits and she was squirming and moaning.
I said: “Well, there’s part 1.”
….She spun her chair around and lunged at me. Her wet lips were all over mine. She pushed me back and over my chair went…thud! She had this crazed looking smile on her face and started kicking both chairs away from us. “My three brothers use to get me hot like you Terry, now tell me part two!
….I felt Sheena’s body on me as she rocked on my cock…I had some news for her.
….”Sheena….a….there is no part 2, it hasn’t been written yet…. (..telling her any more and she might catch on that it was me fucking my sister.)
….but!”….. She gave me a scorn look, but smiling, as her hands went for my throat….”But what!”…she said. “Sheena you have a hot story that I’d like to hear…” She looked at me puzzled.
“Tell me about your brothers ‘feeling you up.”
….She kept right on slow rocking on my cock. She began to smile…..
“Your right Terry…that is a very hot story…I love to think about because it gets me so hot. She got up and we set the chairs back. She closed her eyes as I sat behind her feeling her tits. She began….
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…..It was the last day my brothers would live at home. They all had found places of their own, and that last day I was bummed. They noticed and must have had a little meeting about me. ……Dad was at work as they all came to hug me. Before I could be sad, I felt 6 hands on me, kisses all over me, and they all were undressing me. I stood there feeling like a queen with 3 servants fussing over me. They carried me naked to dad’s big bed.
Terry….
….by now we were both feeling her tits and shared our fingers around her wet pussy. She continued telling the story but she would have to pause for breath at times….she continued her ‘brothers’ story…..
…..I was in my kind of heaven having them all feel me up, kissing me. I had three hot guys all kissing, licking my tits and pussy. The room was spinning in my head with euphoric pleasure. My oldest brother went first as he got on top of me. Up came my legs as I gasp at the feeling of his cock entering me for the first time ever. I was so wet it slipped in and he went slowly as deep at he could. Someone had their finger on my clit, massaging it so good.
…..Then I felt a cock on my lips moving back and forth across them. I turned my head and took the head in my mouth. I moaned and kept moaning now. I orgasmed over and over as I felt all the sensations over take me. I took the cock deep in my throat and massaged it with my tongue. I heard my one brother moan and start fucking my mouth, he was building up a cum. I felt his balls for the first time as they started to pull up tighter and tighter. I held them firm as he moaned faster.
…..It happened.
…..Cum started filling my mouth as he pumped it to overflowing continuously. It was hot, slick and wonderful. My pussy jumped as my body reacted to the cock in it. It too started cuming in a blast of shots in me. I had to pull off the cock in my mouth to breathe when my other brothers cock quickly entered from the other side of my face. I took it in quickly and now it was jolting cum in my already full mouth. I swallowed big, and kept right letting it pump more in. My tits tingled as they both squeezed them and rolled my nipples. Hot cum ran down my face and neck. My pussy squeezed the cock in it by itself. My brothers cum overflowed and ran down my slit. I kept feeling what was surely heaven with beautiful angels singing…..
Terry….
Sheena stopped talking. I picked her up from her chair and carried her to her bed. She was smiling with her eyes closed and felt limp. I took her robe off and laid on top of her. I opened her legs and worked my cock in her very wet pussy. Slowly her legs wrapped themselves around me.
….. I felt the hottest girl ever under me as she started to fuck deep and groaning with pleasure. Her fingers dug deep in my back as she fucked me. She was in her special world with me as her mate. She whispered in a chant: (“…cum with me baby, cum with me baby..)……oh god yes!….Yes!…..YES!”….….she started to shake all over as my cum and her climax began to meet…”….OH GOD….BABY!”…she yelled as we came together as one. She gave out a growl and pushed her pussy up tight to me….”AHHHHHH” was all she could say as it hit us hard. We clamped together and let the fucking take over. The slapping of our bodies was awesome….we felt the blending of cum and her juices splash together in a slapping joy of euphoria. She took a big suck of air and yelled something as she pulled hard on my butt cheeks over and over……with a trembling moan she gasp again and again. Her whole body was pink with the heat….my cock kept pumping and her pussy kept squeezing….
…..That was the last thing we remembered…..
…except…. for the distant sound of angels singing……

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The Adventures of Samantha Part 0 – The Talk

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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Wife whores out daughters to pay off gambling debt(Part 2)

This is the second chapter of how my wife got sucked in by a mob controlled casino, and forced into being a call girl to pay off her debts. Unable to generate enough cash to satisfy the boss, they force her to bring our daughters into the act. This chapter deals with our family.

Fantasm

Big Game

Derek Jenkins squinted his eyes trying to make out what the flashing white lights were he saw, he tried to remember what had happened before he woke. He blinked his eyes trying to focus a flash of light and he remembered being in the game he was running down field with the ball his memory faded. Another flash and he remembered one hit low from the right and another high from the left then the sudden blackness and the feel of cool grass on his helmetless head. There was a sudden realization of what had happened and where he was the white flashes were the fluorescent lights on the hall ceiling of the hospital. Then his mothers face came into view she had tears rolling down her cheeks and she was rattling on about how dangerous the sport was and she knew she shouldn’t have let him play then she was stopped by an orderly and he was wheeled into the emergency room on the gurney.
When he woke up again he was in a hospital room the light was bright and shining in his eyes he tried to turn over and realized he couldn’t move, in a panic he started to call out for his mother. The door made a sudden swoosh and she was by his side. He was frantic and whimpering, “Mom, Mom…I…I can’t move?” She shushed him and leaned in kissing his cheek and said, “Easy baby, take it easy the doctors want to keep you immobile, you hurt your neck in the game.” He started to whimper and mumble, “I’m…am I paralyzed?” Cheryl started to cry too and kiss him again as she smiled and said, “They think it isn’t permanent!” Derek breathed a deep sigh of relief and started to question what had happened and when he could go home. His Mother didn’t have an answer and he started to feel glum and whisper, “I just want to go home?”
Cheryl was trying to comfort her injured son when the Doctor came in to check on him, she quickly turned to the doctor and questioned how soon he could get out of the hospital. The doctor shook his head and said, “I don’t know, the damage is not permanent and the only way he could leave is if you could keep him immobile and take care of his needs?” She looked over her shoulder at her Son and his pleading eyes made her decision for her she nodded and went back to her Sons side. The Doctor arraigned for an ambulance to take him home and the relief in Derek’s eyes made the sacrifice she was going to have to make all worth it. At the house the ambulance attendants carried Derek up to his room and moved him from the gurney to his bed help set his legs in the traction and made sure his neck brace was set, gave her some final instructions and left her alone with him.
The next morning she brought him breakfast and fed it to him gently and wiping his chin between bites, when she was done she crinkled her nose and looked around the room then leaned close to her Son and inhaled. She recoiled and put a finger under her nose, Derek could see her reaction and questioned, “What, what is it?” Cheryl tried not to look disgusted as she whispered, “Honey you played hard in the game and well… you perspired quite a bit? Derek scrunched his brow and said, “What are you trying to say?” Cheryl shook her head and said, “Baby, you kind of smell?” saying with a shrug of her shoulder. Derek inhaled deeply and could smell his own body odor and closed his eyes and mocked, “Whew I need a shower!” Cheryl smiled shaking her head and said, “Baby you can’t get up yet?” Derek now couldn’t get the smell out of his mind and insisted, “Well then Mom, you got to help me out?” Cheryl leaned back a bit and then her eyes seemed to widen as she got the idea she whispered, “You want me to give you a sponge bath?” Derek looked distraught and pleaded with her, “You have to, I can’t lay here like this, what if one of my friends comes over and I smell me like this?”
She smiled and nodded at him then got up and went and got a wash basin and cloth, when she came back into the room she was walking slowly so as not to spill the soapy water, she set the basin on the night stand. She looked him up and down trying to figure out how to start, and then she leaned over him and pulled the hospital gown down off his shoulders to his waist. Derek smiled and looked up at her, as she leaned over him he took notice that her blouse was gaping and he could see down it and her swaying breast. He gulped as she took the cloth over his chest up and down his arms and under his armpits. He could feel the soft cloth and warm water over his ribs and belly he didn’t flinch he didn’t want to get his hopes up. He was surprised that he could feel her washing him, he thought since he had not had anyone touch below his face that he was without any feeling below the neck. He was feeling somewhat aroused and felt his penis unintentionally growing semi erect. Once she was done with his upper body she stood over him staring down at his legs she moved down and washed each leg up to his thighs. She took care to stay below the hem of the gown trying to figure out what to do about his crotch.
Derek smiled and said, “Mom its okay, I need washed down there too!” Cheryl recoiled slightly then realized that he was right and slipped the gown off his hips slowly. The soft material dragging across his penis built his already aroused state even higher, he concentrated trying to calm his ardor but before he knew it his semi hard cock was exposed to his mother. She gasped seeing how large he was down there then turned away then gaining strength she turned back and covered his penis with the wash cloth. Derek gasped as well feeling the warm terry cloth flopped over his slightly straining manhood, Derek apologized for the state he was in and Cheryl became ashamed of her reaction, she smiled and said, “It..It’s okay I’m sure that it was involuntary, now let’s get you cleaned up!” Derek sighed as she grasped the cloth and started to pull it off his stiffening member and started to gently scrub his hip and bum away from where his penis lay. She tried not to look at the ever growing manhood but the more she washed around it the stiffer and longer it grew, she was more and more glancing over at it. She felt like she needed to make light of the situation and whispered motherly, “Well at least we know that you’re not completely paralyzed, some things still work down there?” She laughed nervously until Derek joined in and they both had a giddy moment at the expense of his ever growing cock. It was at least seven inches long and still leaning to one side, so he was not fully erect, the head was bulbous and mushroom shaped darker than the shaft. The shaft was thick and adorned with a fine web of blue veins with two larger veins trailing up to the head, below his testicles were huge like two goose eggs in a hairy flesh sack.
Derek tried to concentrate on something besides the feeling of his Mother’s hands so close to his erecting penis, but every time he glanced down he could see the soft globes of her breast swaying inside her blouse. As she switched from one side to the other she washed his hip and as she rolled up she slid her hand under his growing cock. She tried not to think about it but she could feel the rigid flesh of his shaft on the back of her hand as she wash up and around his pubic hair. Derek could no longer keep himself calm and his cock grew and grew until it stood up off his belly at a full length of eight and a half inches. Cheryl noticed the increased growth and she could feel her heart beating faster and faster and her cheeks flush as well as her chest. She had worked around his manhood all that she could and knew that there was no way to avoid it any longer, she lifted the cloth and draped it over her cupped hand and turned her hand over onto his heavy balls. Derek gasped again and Cheryl tried to ignore it but she knew he was enjoying having her hand cupping his tender flesh; she worked her fingers around and beneath then took the cloth back to the basin to soak it again.
With the cloth draped over her palm fresh with warm soapy water she slowly with a shaking hand lowered it over his hard shaft, her breathing had gotten shallower and she licked her dry lips as she gently curled her fingers around him and slowly stroked upward. Derek felt the warm cloth and tender grip surround his engorged cock and he closed his eyes and bit his lip. She tried to hold a loose grip trying not to excite him any further but she could tell by his labored breathing he was unable to control himself she turned away and closed her eyes as she stroked back down. She had never washed a man’s penis before and wasn’t sure how hard or how much she should keep washing so she went up and back again, she could feel his body tense slightly. She hadn’t noticed that when he tensed up that the corner of the cloth had gotten caught between his legs and was trapped there. Suddenly the cloth stopped moving but her hand didn’t her soapy hand was suddenly filled with his bare flesh, Derek gasped again as her warm silky hand surrounded his cock and glided up over the head. Cheryl instantly felt the change and turned to see what had happened, she watched with her jaw dropping as her hand slid back down his turgid flesh, her eyes grew wide as she spotted the cloth still wrapped around his taught balls. Slowly trying not to bring attention to the fact she held him in her bare hand she continued to slide her hand down, she could feel his cock twitching in her grasp. She eased her grip from around his thick shaft and took hold of the cloth again and she tried again to wash his hard cock, but forgetting to dislodge the rag it just caught again. The cloth slipped from her hand again and her fingers wrapped around the muscle of manhood and gently slid upward again.
Derek couldn’t contain himself any longer feeling her soft, warm hands pumping up his aching cock and groaned, Cheryl glanced up at her Sons face it was contorted and he was gasping embarrassed at her mistake again she slowly eased her grasping hand toward the base. When she reached bottom she could feel his balls convulsing on the heel of her hand and suddenly his cock started to pulsate in her grip. She could feel his balls lift and roll as they built up steam and the thin canal on the underside of his cock bulged she could feel it inflate as the jism rush through his shaft in her grasp. Astonished she glanced back down wide eyed just in time to see her Sons milky white sperm jet out in spurt after spurt puddling on his rippled stomach muscles. He was grunting and groaning, gasping and wheezing. She watched as his cock spewed and dripped his cum in huge globes, she didn’t have the sense about her to release the ejaculating member, just stare in amazement.
Cheryl saw a look of excruciating pain or pleasure on Derek’s face and asked, “Are you hurt, did I hurt you?” He mumbled, “N-N-No!” Simultaneously they both started to apologize Cheryl with a stammering, “I-I’m…so…so… sorry, I didn’t mean to..” Derek with, “I-I…couldn’t help it, it just happened!” After several moments of back and forth pleads and regrets Cheryl finally blurted out, “Okay, okay, well now we have to clean you up some more just relax and let me get this….uh..stuff off of you!” Quickly she pulled the rag from between his legs and laid it flat on his belly and started to scoop up his cum, his cock head was dipped down in a large puddle of sperm and without thinking she tried to run her hand beneath it. The thick head rubbed across the back of her hand leaving a trail of cum along her fingers, she recoiled and took the rag and tried to wipe her Sons sperm from her hand, but it was already full of cum and it just smeared all over both her hands. She stared at her hands in shock then quickly dunked them and the rag in the basin to rinse it away pulling back out she wrung out the rag and went back toward his slowly dwindling penis. She stared at his still large cock and reached then recoiled then reached again, wrapping her fingers around and lifting the bowing shaft, she had to lift it higher and higher to get it out of the puddle of sperm. As the shaft slid through her fingers a bit she had to grip it tighter to hold on, she watched as another large drop of cum formed at the opening of the head being squeezed out by her grasp.
She shook her head in dismay, what had she done? She cupped the rag in her palm and wrapped it around the head swirling it to clean of the glob she had made, then had to hold his cock up as she cleaned underneath it. She had to dunk the rag several times to rinse away the sperm and had to hold onto his cock the whole time, feeling it grow limp in her hand, a sign it had been satisfied and she felt her breath quicken again. She was distraught thinking that she had accidently jacked off her Son to the point of orgasm, she thought to herself why didn’t she just leave it alone, she knew she couldn’t he would have chaffed. Acting as if nothing had happened she retrieved the gown and draped it back over her Sons naked body, slipping his arms back into the sleeves and adjusting it to be comfortable on him. They didn’t speak or look at each other as she finished and took the basin and spilled some of it as she tried to hasten an exit; she gasped and made a whining sound of disgust at her clumsiness then rushed from the room almost crying.
She knew she couldn’t avoid going back into his room so she reluctantly grabbed the mop and headed back her head hung low as she came in and started to swirl the mop around soaking up the soapy water. Derek couldn’t stand the silence and tried to joke, “Hey Mom you missed a spot!” she snapped her head in his direction glaring and quipped, “What did you say?” Derek sheepishly responded, “You, uh missed uh a spot?” She looked at him and he was trying to smile she relaxed and started to form a smile on her care worn face and reached over to poke him in the ribs playfully, he chuckled and she eased in sitting next to him. They laughed away a few tense moment then chatted about anything other than what had just happened, and before long time slipped away and she realized she needed to get him something to eat.
Time had passed without further incident he always seemed to get semi hard when she washed him but she made quick work of it, washing up and back quickly then letting go of his penis before he had a chance to get overly excited. They smiled at the awkwardness they shared then spoke as if nothing had changed between them. On certain days Cheryl just seemed to linger on the washing process, first it started out with spending extra time on his upper body then as time went on she found that she would glance down to see if his manhood was reacting to her gentle touch. When she finally worked her way to Derek’s crotch he was fully erect, she didn’t show an outward reaction but seemed to him that she was concentrating intently.
In truth Cheryl found that she was so enthralled that she stared glassy eyed at the long, thick hard shaft in her grasp and as she stroked up and back she waited holding her breath for a sign from her son. She would hear his breaths become raspy and quick and she thought “Involuntarily” she would pump a bit faster. She was trying to fool herself that she didn’t mean to give her son a hand job, but she couldn’t stop once he started to raise his hips and thrust his shaft in her grip. She would pull the flesh below the head taught and clutch the glands in soft pulsating clamps of her fingers. She would look up at his face, eyes clenched the grimace on his continence and as he would gasp deep and hard, she would divert her gaze to his twitching cock and watch as the plumes of hot silvery sperm would fling in the air and as her fist pumped his cock the cum would sling from the tip onto his belly and her hand. About twice a week she would work him to orgasm all the time apologizing to him afterwards for the supposed unintentional act but she would still be holding his jerking cock in her hand and sliding her fingers gently up and back urging the last drops out before she would clean him up.
Finally the big day arrived for his final check up and she thought this one last time she would have to clean him up her heart kind of sank and she found herself in her room fretting over the fact that this was the last time. Then shaking her head bouncing the reality of it around until she decided to just get it done and over with. She cleaned her son quickly and without incident, but she could see the disappointment in Derek’s eyes she helped him get dressed. She helped him into the car and drove him to the Doctors office, where he got a clean bill of health and his neck collar removed for good. Slowly he worked his stiff neck around wincing as he did and the Doctor told him he needed to take it easy and take his time getting things worked out, but Football was out for this season. Derek was devastated and Cheryl tried to console her distraught son, but she was happy that he was done with the dangerous sport. But she found herself thinking back to giving him his bath and now that was over as well and she was despondent but had to keep up the strong face for him.
When he returned to school he was hailed as a hero and he slowly got back into the swing of things, able to be on the sideline of all the games with his Mom in the stands watchful that he didn’t try to play. The homecoming game was coming around and all the players were told to dress their Mothers in their practice jersey and they would wear their game jersey and practice shorts and accompany each other on a hayride. After the game which they lost, most attributing it to the injured reserve of Derek, Derek found his Mom in the stands and took her hand jogging with her in tow to the hay wagon. All the players showed up with their Mothers in hand and helped them up onto the wagon. Space quickly filled up and soon there wasn’t enough room for everyone, the coach called out, “Okay Players now it’s your turn, your Moms held you on their laps for years now she gets to ride on yours!”
Derek found a space and eased down and took his mother’s hand and pulled her to him, she looked around for any other place to sit but every bail was filled, she was biting her lip as Derek looked up at her and said, “Come on Mom have a seat?” Cheryl was nervous the mothers had all agreed to wear shorts and she had none, she had looked but the only thing she could find to match was a short skirt. She knew that if she wore the skirt her panty lines would show and she had found an old “G” string her husband had bought her long before he left her. Now she was nervous that someone might see up her skirt, Derek quickly tugged her down on his lap and she landed with a gasp she looked back over her shoulder at him and he was smiling, she made a nervous smile as well and tried to settle in on his lap. It wasn’t long and the wagon lurched under the sudden jerk of the horse team and Cheryl slid down her Sons lap catching herself she lifted up and quickly scooted back and plopped down.
In the motion her skirt had caught on the mesh of his jersey and rode up so that her bare bum was in his lap, Derek instantly felt the change in her seat as she wiggled in to adjust comfortably. It had become common place to ignore sexuality and Derek tried to put the thoughts out of his mind, but the slow rumble of the wagon over country roads caused Cheryl’s bottom to rock back and forth on his lap. Soon Derek felt himself getting excited and his dick started to lengthen and thicken with the blood of lust filling it. Derek was biting his lip and trying not to think of his mother’s firm ass pressed on his cock finally in frustration he whispered to his Mom, “You got to stop moving, I’m… getting..” Cheryl quickly quipped, “It’s not me it’s the wagon…” Her voice trailed off as she felt the bulge in his crotch growing and pressing between her ass cheeks. She snapped her head back looking over her shoulder staring wide eyed and in the dim light watched his lips as he mouthed, “I’m sorry?”
She whispered through clenched teeth, “What are you thinking?” He was smiling as he mouthed, “I’m not, your rubbing on me!” She seethed, “Just don’t think about it!” They continued to bump along with her ass cheeks splaying then clamping on his growing cock, Cheryl could feel the reaction and in spite of herself she was growing excited. Derek could feel the heat of his Mothers crotch as it pressed on his clothed cock and it just added to his excitement, Cheryl felt her son’s erection start to nudge at her pussy mound and gasped. Suddenly the horse lurched and Cheryl slipped and quickly she scooted back, the opportunity was there to dislodge herself she thought, but just as suddenly she realized her mistake. The quick downward motion of her ass had caused her to push the front of her Sons shorts down. Immediately they both realized what had happened as his cock sprang loose and flipped up slapping his mother in the ass, they both felt bare flesh against flesh.
Gasping Derek leaned forward and Cheryl snapped her head back looking over her shoulder both wide eyed, the dusk had passed and darkness was on the evening but they could see each other’s astounded look. Derek leaned up and whispered in his Moms ear, “You, didn’t wear shorts?” She mumbled back, “I didn’t have any that matched all I could find was this skirt!” Derek was feeling his cock head rubbing on her bare ass cheek and he whispered a question, “No panties?” Cheryl could feel the bulbous head rubbing back and forth on her ass cheek and she cursed herself before whimpering, “Yes, well No, I mean sort of, it’s a G string” She watched his reaction his eyes went wider and his brow furrowed in dismay. Cheryl quipped, “I didn’t want panty lines!” Derek shook his head and tried to think what to do his mind raced and he formulated a plan. “Next time we hit a bump you jump up and I’ll cover myself okay?” She nodded and they waited all the while his hard cock slid back and forth over her hot wet pussy that was barely covered.
The moment they were waiting for came and as the wagon rocked Cheryl jumped up and Derek grabbed his cock shaft to shove it back in his shorts, but a second bump tipped Cheryl off balance she spread her legs to keep her footing but she fell back. With his hand wrapped around his shaft it was pointed straight up and as Cheryl fell back onto his lap his knees were together to try and pull up his shorts and hers wide she fell on him spread out. As her ass sank into his lap his rock hard cock easily pushed aside the thin string of underwear and her pussy slid down the shaft burying what wasn’t clutched in his hand. They both gasped in shock Cheryl was wide eyed and mouth agape as she slowly looked over her shoulder at Derek, He had the same dumbfounded look on his face as he stared at his Mother. The road had gotten really rough and Derek started to slide off the bale of hay and had to pull his hand from between them to catch himself, the sudden motion drove the rest of his shaft deep in Cheryl and she yelped.
The whole crowd laughed and chided, “Better wrap your arms around your Mom Derek sounds like she’s about to slide off!” Derek and Cheryl made the best attempt at a laugh and smile but he could feel the tight, wet, silky pussy of his mother wrapped around his hard cock and she could feel the thick meat slipping back and forth inside her. Everyone’s eyes were on the Mother and Son and they couldn’t do anything at the moment to change the situation, they both smile and waved at the fellow riders trying to act normal. Derek reacted wrapping his arms around his mother’s waist as they had been told by the reveling crowd. Cheryl waited until everyone seemed back to their own merriment then spun her head back and whispers curtly, “What are you doing?” Derek angrily mumbled back, “I didn’t do it you fell on me, you were the one with the “G” string!” Cheryl realized it had been an accident and she whispered, “Okay, okay what do we do now?” Derek was gritting his teeth as he whimpered, “I don’t know?”
Cheryl could see his obvious discomfort at holding back his pleasure and quickly whispered, “Be careful don’t cum inside me I’m not on birth control!” She put her hands on his thighs and tried to slide up and off but she couldn’t rise high enough without being noticed, then she tried to slide sideways to dislodge him first one way then the other. Derek tightened his grip on her tiny waist and whimpered through clenched teeth, “You got to stop moving, I won’t be able to hold it!” She relaxed and sank back into his lap his long thick cock sliding in to the depths of her pussy, Derek was quivering and she tried to hold still keeping his orgasm at bay. After a few miles of smooth road they both were able to ease the tensions that had built and Cheryl leaned back whispering into her Sons ear, “How long is this Hay ride?” Derek shifted uncomfortably making Cheryl groan and he whispered, “Two hours!” she gasped and repeated his words shocked watching him nod agreement. She tried to deduce how long they had been out so far and she came up with twenty minutes mouthing the number to Derek who nodded, again his eyes clench in concentration.
Suddenly the wagon again started up a rough trail and Cheryl began to bounce uncontrollably on Derek’s lap, they both were gasping and grunting but luckily for them everyone seemed to groan at the bumpy ride. Cheryl could feel the mushroom head of her Sons cock deep in her pussy and his jiggling shaft sliding back and forth over her throbbing clit, she bit her lip trying not to think of how good it felt inside her heated opening. She tried to reposition herself leaning forward but that only pressed her clit harder into the hard shaft causing her to moan softly feeling her body react to the first sexual contact she had in the last five years. Derek felt the orifice surrounding his cock growing hotter and wetter the longer the bumpy road continued, his eyes went wide she was as excited by this as he was and he tried to hold her still. A big bump caused Cheryl to slam down hard on his lap driving him deeper in her and she felt the little electric thrills start to build in her pussy as a second bump hit and Derek’s hands slipped off her hips and up her chest brushing her hard nipples and cupping her firm tits for a moment.
Cheryl flopped back her head leaning on Derek’s shoulder she felt the incidental touch on her breast and started to mumble, “No, oh no not now I can’t do it now?” Derek heard her odd confession just before another bump drove her back down hard on his thick cock, suddenly she started to convulse and he had to hold her hips tight. He looked over at her flopping head her eyes clinched and her bottom lip sucking in and out of her mouth huffing deep breaths, he could feel her tense up and suddenly a vice like grip clamped down on his cock then started to spasm clenching and releasing. Derek was in shock and he clenched his ass cheeks hard holding back his own desires whispering through his clenched teeth, “What was that , did you…did you? Cheryl whimpered in a raspy voice, D-Don’t…worry about it, it was nothing, how…how much longer? Derek knew she was lying but carried on the charade saying, “About an hour, more or less?”
Cheryl groaned and leaned back up putting her hands on his knees to steady herself a short smooth section and Cheryl leaned up and reached back spreading and massaging her ass cheeks before sliding back down his cock. Derek gritted his teeth hard feeling her tight pussy slipping up and back on his shaft, he whispered, “You shouldn’t move, what’s wrong are you okay?” She looked back her eyes half closed and dreamy as she said, “I can’t help it my ass cheeks are getting numb!” He groaned as he started to move, she moaned, “What are you doing?” He shushed her and lifted her up slightly and twisted her so that one of her legs was in between his and the other draped over. The new position caused her juices to leak out and dribble down over his balls causing him to shiver and shimmy. She whimpered lustily feeling her pussy swirl around the thick shaft then exhaled as she now supported her weight differently, he left a hand on her thigh coincidentally. Another round of potholes and his shaft was thrusting up into her again she was already too excited and just gnashed her teeth together as her pussy was pummeled with the biggest cock she had ever felt, that thought running through her mind she felt her orgasm flash.
Derek felt muscles surrounding his cock tense and clamp again and it was too much form him he whimpered, “M-Mom….I can’t huh…hold it any longer!” Cheryl was busy wrestling with her own orgasm to protest and in between spasm she felt his twitching cock as it erupted inside her, his hot cum pumping up to her cervix. As her own orgasm subsided she whimpered, “Oh no…no…you came inside me?” He was still grunting as his cock shot again and again into her, her pussy sucking it deeper and deeper as it convulsed in another orgasm. After several minutes they relaxed and they thought that it would all be over, surely his cock would go limp having cum. But as the ride continued his cock slipped up and back though trying to go flaccid, but the hot silky pussy wrapped around him felt so good he couldn’t will it go limp.
Cheryl felt his cock dwindle slightly then as if out of nowhere it seemed to start to grow harder and harder having caught her breath she looked back over her shoulder her eyes wide once again in awe feeling his cock grow inside her. She could feel it slowly slip deeper and deeper as the length grew back and her pussy stretched out wider and wider as the girth formed. Derek shrugged sheepishly as she cursed under her breath, then she just thought it isn’t his fault it is simply reaction to the contact. A sudden bump and Cheryl had no choice but to throw her arm over his shoulder to hold on leaning in she whispered, “I know you couldn’t help it but now you need to stop thinking about it!” He leaned in and whispered, “I’m not thinking about it, it just won’t stop feeling good, what can I do?” She shook her head and whimpered, “Nothing, we just need to hold on?” He nodded and with the road smooth once again she figured that he might lose some of his ardor, but to her amazement she could feel that he was still growing inside her, longer and thicker than before.
She gasped and looked down at her lap half wanting to see how big it had gotten, it felt as though he would grow too big for her to handle and she leaned her head on his shoulder and whimpered softly. Derek whispered, “I’m sorry, it happens when I stay excited for too long?” The road felt like a wash board and Cheryl moaned through another series of orgasms, the whole time Derek tried hard to keep from getting any more excited. This continued for the next twenty minutes, Cheryl’s body ached racked with innumerable fiery orgasms just as she thought she couldn’t stand any more Derek groaned, “Sorry Mom?” she knew what he meant before she felt the first steamy jet of his cum blast deep into her, she gasped and turned her face to his shoulder sinking her teeth into the muscle and meat as she muffled her orgasmic scream. She had never felt something so intense her pussy kept clutching and milking her son’s cock of his fresh boiling sperm as if drinking it in wanting to have it deeper in her body.
They were both convulsing the rocky road hid their frantic motions, Derek was gasping he couldn’t believe what he felt around his cock, his cock was drenched in her seeping hot pussy juice and it was drooling down mixed with his cum dripping over his flexing balls. They sat quietly trying to compose themselves and as the hay wagon slowed and the clomp of the horses hooves rang on asphalt they breathed a sigh of relief. The wagon suddenly stopped and rocked back, Cheryl felt the last thrust of the enormous cock in her pussy and she felt herself involuntarily flex her muscles around it. They had to wait for everyone to climb off the wagon before Cheryl eased herself up the long shaft causing small gasp to escape her lips as it slid down and out. She stood on uneasy legs and turned in time to see Derek’s now flaccid cock covered in her white frothy juices before he flipped his shorts up covering it and she shivered at the thought. Derek stood up and wobbled a moment then jumped down off the wagon and reached up for his Mother, reluctantly she leaned over as he wrapped his hand around her waist and helped her down.
They didn’t speak on the way to the car the only sound was the squishing and occasional plop of Derek’s cum as it dribbled down between her pussy lips and trailed down her thighs before it broke free and dripped to the ground. At the car they both flopped back in the seats exhausted, Cheryl’s eyes were closed as she spoke, “We don’t need to ever speak of this again!” Derek turned his face to her and said, “How can you say that? I know you felt it, I felt you…and what if you get preg..?” she cut him off speaking through angry clenched teeth, “Don’t mention that, I don’t want to think of that, not now not ever!” The ride home was silent both staring at the road as the headlights shown the path, each had thoughts running through their minds, questions, feelings and concerns.
As they went through the door Cheryl tossed her keys on the dining room table and started to walk through the living room, Derek cleared his throat and she turned as he spoke, “Mom I know it shouldn’t have happened, but it did and yes I suppose I should be ashamed but all I can think is how good you felt!” She covered her face as she broke out in tears whimpering, “We shouldn’t have, we shouldn’t have!” He pulled her hands away and she slowly looked up into his eyes as he whispered, “We didn’t, it was an accident!” She gasped and chokes back the tears crying out, “Was it?” Derek stammered, “I-I did…didn’t intend on it?” She was crying again as she wailed out, “B-but did I?” He stared down at her weeping face the tears running down her cheeks, his eyes filled with a questioning look. Cheryl broke her wrist from his grasp and wiped away the tears. Confession on her mind she whispered, “I liked it when you were hurt and I washed you after the first time and I made you cum I always wanted to do it again, after the first time I went to my room that night and masturbated until I came too!”
Derek was staring at her in shock she looked away and whispered, “Yeah that’s right every time after I bathed you I went to my room and fingered myself biting my lip as I came over and over again, all the while thinking about your hard cock!” He reached out and took her chin in his fingers and turned her face to look at him and whispered, “Mom its okay, it really is?” She shrieked, “NO, NO IT IS NOT….I’M YOUR MOTHER!” He recoiled at her screams and as she turned away and put her hands on the back of the coach he stared at her back before screaming back, “OKAY THEN IF YOU WANT TO RIDE THE GUILT DO IT BUT DON’T DRAG ME WITH YOU!” She spun and slapped him across the face he recoiled and shot a hand up rubbing his face, she started to ball again and turned away clutching the back of the sofa again as she sobbed harder and harder.
Derek went from shock to anger, stepping up behind her he pushed her across the back of the sofa with her ass high in the air, she gasped in shock and turned to look back in fear as Derek screamed, “ALL RIGHT THEN, WHY DON’T WE BOTH FEEL GUILTY!” He flipped up her little skirt and grabbed the soaked “G” string yanking it hard stripping it from her behind, Cheryl shrieked as she felt the silky material whisk over her pussy and up between her ass cheeks the sound of the tearing cloth ringing in hear ears. She stared back over her shoulder amazed at what he was doing. She screamed, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Derek held his hand on her lower back pinning her to the sofa back as he shucked his shorts down and kicked them off whispering back, “I want to feel guilty too!” Her eyes went wide and she wailed, “OH NO…NO YOU DON’T!” She was watching as he stroked his cock up and down getting it more and more erect, fear in her wavering voice she whimpered,” D-Don’t do this, it’s wrong!”
Derek wiped away a single tear as he confessed, “I wanted it to be different for us, but you want to make it wrong, now I will make it wrong too!” With that he stepped up closer behind her she kicked and screamed as she felt him swabbing his cock head up and down her swollen wet slit, she tried to reach back and push his hand off her back but he was too strong for her. She felt the spongy head pressing between her pussy lips and wailed out, “NO DEREK….!” Her words trailed off as he thrust into her driving his whole cock to the depths of her pussy, she gasped and sobbed as his hand eased off her back and he gripped the waist band of her skirt and used it to leverage his thrust he was relentless pumping his huge cock in her hot wet pussy. She was gaping as his long cock pummeled her pussy walls and could hear the loud slap of flesh on flesh as his groin smacked into her ass, she could only hold herself up as he fucked her harder than she had ever been fucked in her life listening to his lusty grunts and her wanton moans.
Cheryl heard the material of the skirt start to rip and quickly Derek yanked hard tearing it from her body with ferocity and tossing it over her landing in front of her wobbling and shaking head his hard thrust causing her whole body to quake. She was whimpering as he slowed down and lifted her torso and tugged his jersey up over her head flinging it in front of her as well she was now completely naked before her son as he pushed forward and he started to slam into her again. She could do nothing to stop him as he leaned forward his chest on her back as his hands gripped her swaying tits tugging her nipples and squeezing her tits gently. He pelvis slapped into her ass cheeks making loud smacking sounds. She could feel his long cock stroking over her clit as she whimpered, “No-no Derek stop please I’m…I’m…!” He leaned down close to her ear his hot breath huffing on her neck as he finished her sentence for her, “Gonna cum?” Cheryl shrieked as he thrust hard into her and her pussy collapsed around his shaft and squeezed harder than ever making Derek grunt at feeling the intensity of her orgasm clinching and easing over and over again for nearly five minutes.
As she quivered and flinched feeling her heated pussy release its flood of juice and lighting like effects she was huffing out in long deep breaths, “Oh god, oh my…how did you do that?” His cock was as hard as ever and growing thicker and longer like the last time he had been inside her, she was whimpering knowing that he would keep going. She gasped deep as she felt him lift torso up then hook his hands under her thighs and lift her in the air leaning her back to his chest as she was upright she slung her hands back and gripped his neck behind to hold herself up. He just lifted her up and let her body weight push her back down impaling her pussy on his enormous cock she was gasping and moaning. She had never been fucked like this before his strong arms lifting her easily up and down on his cock, she was delirious as she leaned her head back on his shoulder and through gasp whispered, “Never been had like this, oh my, oh my…”
After making her cum from the fuck doll treatment he lifted her up and off his cock and spun her around and sat her down on the dining room table and eased his cock back into her fiery pussy she moaned long and loud as he sank the length into her. He starts to slow fuck her, his long cock stroking in deep and pulling out slowly. For the first time he saw her small upturned breast capped with dark long nipples and he sank his face into her chest, she struggled and pushed her hands on his face as he tried to get to her breast screaming, “DEREK, NO DON’T, DON’T PUT YOUR MOUTH ON MY BREAST!” He thrust deep into her causing her to drop one hand back to steady herself on the table and he reached up and took the wrist of the other and folded her arm behind her back. He wrapped both wrist in one of his large hands and held them in the small of her back as he began to suck first on then the other nipple flicking them with his tongue and swirling it around the taught areola. Cheryl shrieked, she had always had sensitive nipples and his suckling took her over the edge and again her pussy exploded sending tingles up her spine and into her hair. Derek had to thrust harder as her pussy clamped down. When she came down from her orgasmic high she felt him short stroking her pussy in fast jabbing thrust, she knew he was close to coming and pleaded with him to not cum inside her.
He eased his cock out of her weeping pussy and said, “I had no intention of cumming in your pussy!” With that he slipped his hands under her arms and lifted her up and lowered her down on her knees in front of him, his hard cock thumping with his heart beat right in front of her face. She stared at the enormous cock slick with her pussy juice and looked up into his lusty eyes as his hand cupped the back of her head and pulled her face forward. She had never sucked a cock that had been in her pussy before and wasn’t about to now. She struggled and tried to push him away but Derek t took hold of her wrist and raised them above her head in one of his hands. She tried to turn her face away from the monstrous cock as it slapped slimy on her cheeks. Derek was reluctant to hurt her, but he was insistent using one hand to lower her jaw as he pushed the bulbous head between her lips. She tried to back away but he began to pump his hips sending the thick shaft deep and she coughed and gagged until he backed off and pumped with short jabs.
She thought about all the fantasies she had thinking of his gooey cum shooting out and as his shaft sank her mouth her tongue swirled around the head and glided down the shaft until it bumped the back of her throat he then eased back and again slid into her mouth down the length throbbing again. Derek started to moan then groan and finally grunt as his orgasm neared. Cheryl could feel his shaft pulsing on her tongue and though she had never swallowed a load of cum before she was going to have to do it this time. Repulsed she felt the first gob of sperm spray out and coat her throat shot after shot of her sons cum she could taste his salty seed on her tongue and she tried to pull away but he held the back of her head in the grasp of his big hand. It was either swallow or drown in her sons cum and instantly she started to gulp the huge gobs of sperm, gulping it down before the next one ejected into her mouth. She felt the warm jism on her cheeks sliding down onto her tongue and the tangy sweet flavor was becoming less and less distasteful.
Derek slumped back sitting on the dining table as his Mother continued to suck his cock and gobble down his sperm, he was flinching and gasping as her raspy tongue coaxed out the last few drops swallowing every bit. Derek looked down on his mothers beautiful face still sucking on his cock head and as he eased it from her lips she flicked her tongue at the tip over and over again slurping up the oozing sperm. Suddenly she realized what she was doing and jumped up and broke away from him and started to run down the hallway, she hadn’t noticed him in hot pursuit and as she tried to sling the door to her bedroom closed Derek caught it and her wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her to him. She was kicking and screaming as he tossed her on the bed she tried to roll away but he jumped on her and quickly rolled her over and yanked her hips up. She was trying to crawl away as he held her hips in his big hands, he growled, “DON’T WANT ME TO CUM IN YOUR PUSSY, HUH!” She squealed as she felt his enormous cockhead prod at her anus screaming, “OH MY GOD NO, YOUR NOT GONNA TRY AND FUCK ME IN THE ASS?”
She screamed and thrash and tried to pull herself along by gripping the covers as his cockhead burst through her tiny rectum lubricated with her own saliva, she wailed in anguish feeling the thick shaft spear into her sphincter. He was pushing hard as she collapsed on the bed face down biting the corner of a pillow as his cock plowed into her ass. She whimpered as the base of his shaft bottomed out and he began to fuck fast and furious pummeling his cock in her bowels. She was balling up the comforter in her fist as she endured her sons sodomizing her, she had never even thought about getting fucked in the ass and now the biggest cock she had ever seen was pumping away at her bottom. She felt him raise her hips and slide a hand down and start to slip a finger over her engorged pussy lips and swirl around her swollen clit. At first she was concentrating so hard on the pain in her ass that she didn’t let go of her grip on the covers then as her clit started to throb her eyes went wide and she began to gasp.
She felt her body start to shudder as she thought to herself, “What the hell is going on am I gonna orgasm from my son fucking me in the ass?” Suddenly she felt his finger penetrate her pussy and his thumb swirling around her clit, she was grunting and gasping and found herself pushing back on his cock. Derek held still as she began to pump her hips back sinking his cock in her ass, she grunted out, “D-damn it don’t stop now!” He felt her hand cupping his on her pussy and he reversed them making her rub her pussy. Then he started to fuck her ass even harder Cheryl scream and pumped her finger in her dripping pussy as she started to shimmy and shudder in orgasm. Derek felt her asshole clench around the base of his cock and he pumped lightly to help bring her off, she was huffing and puffing as she quivered in orgasm. Derek waited until she was starting to recover and just as she turned to look back over her shoulder at him he yanked his cock out of her ass and buried it in her pussy. Cheryl could feel the pulsating throbs as his cock fired shot after shot of hot cum deep inside her pussy, her eyes went wide as she gasped out, “I-I thought you said you weren’t going to cum in my pussy?”
He was shaking his head “No” as he grunted and pumped his cum into her saying, “No I said, you don’t want me to cum in your pussy!” She shook her head as her pussy twitched again in the aftershock of mini orgasms began. As she was satisfied that she had got every last drop dumped into her she felt him collapse onto her back. Suddenly she felt a sense of euphoria she needed this, needed to be taken by a man again even if it was her own son. Leaning back she kissed at his face and lips tenderly before saying, “I guess missing the big game may have not been a loss after all?” His big hand cupped her tiny ass as he pulled his slimy cock form her sloppy pussy and sighed, “I think I made the Big Game after all and scored!”

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